**THIS IS A SLOW BURN WITH FLIRTING/TEASING STARTING OFF AND SLOW PROGRESSION, DONT WORRY, THE MOMENTS YOU'RE WAITING FOR WILL HAPPEN SOON** "How're you feeling?" "Your voice makes the pain worse." "... I can whisper," Soap quietly replied. "It's not the volume thats the problem. It's your voice." "Oh I see. So it's because I'm Scottish?" "Exactly that." Y/n playfully remarked.

From the first second he saw you, König was completely and utterly obsessed with you. So when you ran into him late at night, tears streaming down your face, the universe served you to him on a silver platter. "Come in, we can sit down in my room and get you cleaned up, and then you can tell me what happened, ja?" he said quietly, a smirk hidden beneath his mask as he guided you into his room.

Terrorist attacks flood the continent. Not a single European metropolis is safe. As the States get involved as well, Laswell puts you in a team of specialists as captain in command. When Price joins as second captain, the officials force you to work hand in hand. Needles to say that the reserved Brit has little left for that big mouth and cocky temper of yours.

"Are you okay with this?" He asked, his rough hands slowly sliding down my sides. I couldn't believe this. I eagerly nodded, struggling to keep my composure. My heavy breath mixed with his, as his cerulean eyes searched mine. I wasn't allowed to remove his sniper hood, so I frantically buried myself into his neck, whimpering as his hands shakily felt up and down my body. "Scheiße, du bist einfach so perfekt..." He purred, placing his hands on my thighs, adjusting me in his lap. ||| there are very few fanfics of könig so I wanted to make up for that. there is smut in here, and adult topics so do be aware. enjoy! :) ||| Mon & Fri updates.