#cod mw fluff

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, actual love, obvious relationship pre-fic, civilian!reader, soft crying because he's too kind, he loves you, like a lot, soft smut, kiss-y smut, könny is a big ol' slut for thighs.

enjoy!!

he wraps his arms round your hips, holding you close to himself, peppering your head with kisses. he'd just got comfortable enough with you to not wear his mask around you.

once he'd finished kissing your head, you turn around to face him and look up at him for just a few moments, admiring all of his features, admiring his jaw, his bridged nose, his clept lip, his everything.

he might, in his own head, not look perfect, but to you, he was nothing short of angel like, perfection, innocence in a 6'10 military man who can kill people with little to no regard.

"könny, i love you. i really do." saying 'i love you' between the two of you was rare. not because you didn't, but because you wanted to keep the meaning of the word 'love' sacred, something to be blessed upon, not a greeting, or a casual word, or something you can say infront of people. for sensitive times, sensual times, close times, between the two of you and the two of you only.

he kisses your nose, and whispers to you. "i do too, maus, i love you too." he meant it with every cell in his body. every single cell in his body continued for you, his heart only pounds in his chest when you speak with him, he feels.

he may not be the most handsome, or the richest, or the most experienced, or the most important to others, but to you? to you he was. to you, hes perfect, everything you want and could ever need.

"i don't deserve you." he coos at you, his accent soft, his arms hugging your waist lovingly and full of sweet feeling.

"kön, you know i don't like you saying things like that..." he nods in reply to your disapproval. "yes, i do. but i really don't."

"don't make me hug you to death, mister!"

"oh nooooo!" he laughs lazily. this was the real him, the real könig, not just the operator behind KorTac or the man who can shoot a gun or the man who's killed many.

he hated that him. he loathed it. but moments like this? moments like this runs his mind dry of any negative thoughts. all thats in his mind is how he loves you and everything you do and how every single second with you is the new best second of his life.

he sighs lovingly, mind filled of appreciation that he managed to get someone as perfect as you. "oh, i love you.."

"you already said that, könny."

"yes, but you need to know it off by heart."

"i do, but I'm not going to refuse it."

he smiles softly, a dimple on his face becoming more obvious. his downturned smile was encapsulating all of his adoration for you.

"sweetheart, you're perfect. please don't refuse it."

"mhn, i won't."

kisses became longful kisses, longful kisses because sensual kisses, sensual became needy, needy became begging.

"oh, i love you, honey, i do, oh, i do.." he whines out as you rub the fabric of his boxers, specially teasing his poor little sensitive tip. "i know, baby, i know...just take that stimulation for me..be good." he nods in response. you discard his boxers after 5 more minutes of torture, swiping the pad of your soft skinned thumb over his delicate cock.

"p-please..maus!"

he bucks up one more time before a long bead string of cum leaves him, tears running down his delicate face.

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