Fit for a King - "Are you wearing my shirt?"

Fit for a King - Masterlist

König is about to go on a mission without Müller which makes her a little bit nervous, but she doesn’t know how to tell him...

(CW: nsfw, smut, spanking, marking, a bit of fluff and angst)

“Fuck, Karina.”, he moans. My new favourite sound in the entire world. König moaning my name as he comes inside me. He slows down, pumping inside me once, twice, a third time, and I feel how he pushes his cum out of me, the sticky liquid coating my inner thighs. He pulls back, looking down at where his dick is plunged into me and his gaze gets even more heated. Possessive. Depraved. “Fucking perfect.”, he grumbles and all I can do is smile up at him. He chuckles. “Don’t give me that look, Fräulein.” My smile gets wider. “What look?”, I tease him. He pulls back and flips me, to spank me. He slaps my cheek hard and I yelp, his hand coming down again until the skin turns red. “That’s what you get for bratting.”, he snarls and bends down to bite my ass, and I yelp again. “König!”, I yell incredulously. He just laughs again and smacks my butt one last time. “Come on, get up, we need to get in some training.”, he says and goes into the bathroom. “Brute.”, I throw in his direction, which only makes him laugh harder.

He goes into the shower and I quickly hop onto the toilet, you know, preventing UTIs and so on. When I sit there, on the porcelain, for just a quick moment, I think about sneaking a peak. Now that I know that he normally showers without his hood, without a mask. But no, that would be too much. A breach of his trust in me. I shake the thought from my head. My imagination will have to make do.

I wipe myself clean and am out the bathroom again. Looking around to find my clothes that we threw away so carelessly when we pounced on each other. The first thing that I spot with my eyes is his shirt. The big black bandshirt he wore before fucking me - DEATH in big funny letters on the front. I just take it and pull it over my head. His scent engulfs me and without an ounce of shame I smell the fabric and let it flood my senses. Goddamn. I’m going to miss him when he’s away the mission. But I can’t tell him. I just couldn’t.

I reach for my pants and loop my feet through the trouserlegs when he comes out the bathroom again. "Are you wearing my shirt?", he asks, his voice incredulous as he takes me in from head to toe. I just stand there, halt as I pull my pants up, unsure what to make of his comment. "Yeah, uh? I'm sorry I should've asked.", I tell him quickly. “No, it’s uh- it’s fine, I just-“ A deep sigh shakes his upper body and I can see how anxious and nervous he’s getting all of a sudden. Fuck, I didn’t think about that. “I didn’t really have anybody wear my stuff ever. And I- fuck.”, he stops speaking and swallows hard, his eyes fixed on me. I shed the t-shirt in a quick motion, holding it out to him, as mortification colours my cheeks red. “I’m sorry, it was presumptuous of me to steal your shirt, I-“ He doesn’t take it, just leaves me hanging, while I stand there in my bra and pants.

The silence sits between us, suffocating me a little bit. My hand drops down, the t-shirt sweeps over the floor, and I look away because I can’t answer his eyecontact anymore. “I- I wanted to have something of yours, when you’re away.”, I whisper, ashamed. We’re good at the whole hooking up stuff. The hard, unattached fucking. The depraved filth we want from each other. The friendly enough situations in between where we enjoy each other’s company enough to not make things awkward when we’re not currently in each other’s pants. But this? Stealing his shirt? Admitting that I wanted to have something of his when he was away? The implications that I might miss him, his smell, his presence? And still ignoring the possibility that every time we go on a mission, that it could be the last time.

He crosses the distance between us, reaching for the shirt and pulling it over my head again. “Fucking take it, it’s yours.”, he says. “I just got caught off-guard seeing you like this, okay?” He pulls me into him and I snuggle against him, into his broad warm chest, as he presses my head into his pecs and a little kiss to my head. “I never had anybody wear my clothes before, okay? And I like how it looks, I like how my huge shirt looks on you.” I nod into his muscles and let my hands glide over his warm skin. “Okay… I still should’ve asked. I’m sorry.”, I repeat myself. He’s caressing my hair softly and I can feel him shaking his head. ”Don’t be.”

He pulls back a bit, puts his hand on my chin and makes me look up at him. “I tell you what though, you gotta return it, when I come back, okay?”, he whispers. And I nod, blinking away the tears forming in the corners of my eyes. The unspoken ‘Don’t worry, I’ll come back to you’ is so clear in his eyes.

The t-shirt as a token of his promise when we’re both too emotionally stunted to say how we really feel. What we really want to say. And I’m fine with that.

“Don’t.”

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So I'm leaving work and something darts in front of me, maybe 10ft away, too fast for me to see what it is. Peek around the tree blocking my path and I see this

Just like... a whole ass hawk. Dude's gotta be about 1.5ft tall. Massive fucking bird. And it's just staring me straight in my soul like this, even as I try to move ahead. It didn't budge. And there's only this path back to my car unless I want to walk on a busy highway. So I have the option of Death By Raptor or Death By Truck.

So I walk in the poison ivy filled patch off the sidewalk. Guy still isn't moving. Still staring me directly in the eyes. And I do this thing when animals are behaving strangely where I'll talk to them, so I'm just like, "Hey, man. I don't know you. You don't know me. This feels really threatening. I'm just trying to get to my car, dude. Can I get some space please? You're a big fucking bird. I see those claws. You could kill me right now, but I'd appreciate if you didn't, ok?"

It didn't move until I was about 2ft away. Again: I'm as far from it as I can be without walking into the street. It clearly wasn't going to budge. I walk past, thing flies up (silent, btw. Scary) and lands on a brick wall a little further ahead

Anyway. Weird guy. Nearly shit my pants when I noticed a bird big enough to carry off a fully grown cat was just... there, staring me in the face, unwilling to move away from me, a human, something it should see as a threat. I watched behind me the whole rest of the way to my car, just in case this bird decided to help me shed this mortal coil. 10/10 experience. Super cool guy.

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