“They said i couldn’t be a sniper.” he chuckled dryly. “Then i shot him in right between his eyebrows, to prove them wrong.” he looked into your eyes, so innocently, almost like waiting for you to praise him for his great victory. Which was a routine you two did everytime he came from deployment. “You’re naturally talented.” you murmured, trying to ignore the way his head buried further into your lap. Your thighs were numb, pressed together to not give him more access and he couldn’t care less. Dozens of bite marks adorned your supple thighs, hickeys from his nonstop tongue and lips, as if he was punishing you for not giving him what’s -in his mind- rightfully his. Yet you didn’t allow him further. As he was about to dig his teeth into your thigh again you grabbed his hair, “König, i think that’s enough.” trying to distance him from your lap, but it was a huge mistake for you to regret later. A growl rumbled from his chest and the cocky man who wanted you to praise him was left.
You should know better than taunting him when he’s already being “patient”. He bit down on your thigh, hard. Claiming what’s his and making you let go of his hair with a yelp. “Don’t even push me away again, ja?” his voice was just above a whisper, yet threatening enough. You could tell he was irritated but in a second he was already rubbing his stubble on your sensitive skin, his lips never leaving the contact even for a second like if he did his life would be over. “Open them.” he whispered, not sounding too calm like you thought but you did it to not make him more angry. His shirtless torso got between your legs, his huge form forcing you to open them further. And to your fortune he was too melted into your warmth and comfort, all that exhaustion from deployment finally hit him. Too tired to punish you, he decided it could wait until tomorrow morning. He buried his head into your pelvis, just right above where his original destination was. His huge arms wrapped around your form and embraced you tightly, not letting any room for you to get away. You shivered with the kiss he pressed on your skin, a promise and a advice for you to rest well, tomorrow he was going to make sure you won’t be able to walk.
you can tell i have a thing for imagining König biting and forcing me to let him do what he wants. who wouldn’t? look at him he’s a mountain of a man and all he wants is a sweet taste of you, maybe a little praise? big men also needs praises. all he did and would do was for you after all.