Be careful who you trust, Sergeant

As you lay sprawled out on your bed, you couldn't help but feel the heat building up within you. Despite the cool air blowing from the open window, your body felt like it was on fire. It was yet another restless night for you, cursed with a strong libido that seemed to come alive every few months.

Restlessly, you rolled on your back and let out a low growl of frustration. This heat was unbearable, and the only thing you could think of was to find someone to alleviate it. With a sly smirk, an idea popped into your head. Why not seek out your dear König? Afterall, he was always so warm and attentive.

Your heart raced as you padded silently down the dark hallways, your tail swishing excitedly behind you. You could already feel your body reacting to the scent of your favorite man. Finally, you reached König's door and gave it a soft knock, hoping he would hear you over the loud purring sound emanating from your chest.

'Come in,' came his voice from the other side, causing your ears to perk up in excitement. You cautiously pushed open the door and stepped inside, not wanting to startle him. But to your delight, König was already awake and waiting for you, a small smile on his lips as he watched you approach.

Without hesitation, you jumped onto his bed and nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, letting out a satisfied sigh as you inhaled his intoxicating scent. But suddenly, the purring and nuzzling wasn't enough. You needed more.

Climbing onto his lap, your body pressed tightly against his, you wrapped your arms around his neck and purred even louder, demanding his attention. König chuckled, knowing exactly what you were feeling.

'Looks like someone is in heat,' he teased, rubbing his hands soothingly on your back. You couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure at his touch, your body melting into his.

'I just...I just need some affection,' you whimpered, feeling a sudden mix of embarrassment and desperation. König understood, he always did. And without hesitation, he began to lavish you with the affection you craved.

'I missed you all day,' you meow, your voice almost desperate. He can feel your claws digging into his shirt as you hold onto him tightly, not wanting to let go.

'Did you now?' he replies, trying to keep the teasing tone in his voice. But in reality, he missed you too. You always brought warmth and happiness into his life that he couldn't find anywhere else.

'Of course I did,' you say, looking up at him with your big, pleading eyes. 'I need you to take care of me, König.' Your voice is almost a whisper, your ears flattening against your head as you speak.

He knows exactly what you mean. Your heat has been causing you discomfort, and you only find relief when he takes care of you. Without another word, he leads you to the living room and sits you down on the couch. You immediately snuggle up against him, your body hot against his.

'Where does it hurt, baby?' he asks, running his hand through your soft, furry hair. You lean into his touch, a contented purr escaping your lips.

'Here,' you say, pointing to your lower abdomen. He gently massages the area, feeling the tension in your muscles start to ease. You let out a sigh of relief, your head resting on his shoulder.

He keeps rubbing your stomach for a few more minutes before you suddenly bolt upright. 'Head rubs, please,' you demand, looking at him with pleading eyes.

He can't help but laugh at your sudden change in demeanor. 'Of course, my dear,' he says, moving his hands to massage your head now. You close your eyes and lean into his touch, a small smile gracing your lips.

'You're the best, König,' you whisper, your voice full of gratitude. He continues to rub your head, enjoying the peaceful moment with you.

As the night goes on, you continue to demand his attention, whether it's through cuddles, head rubs, or just following him around the apartment. But he doesn't mind. In fact, he loves taking care of you and giving you all the love and affection you crave.

Gaz's hand slips down between your legs, his fingers tracing lightly over your wet heat. He leans in close, his lips brushing against yours as he murmurs, 'I want to hear you scream my name.'

His words send a jolt of electricity through you, and you can feel yourself starting to unravel under his touch. His fingers move expertly, finding all the right spots that make you weak and breathless. And still, you can't bring yourself to make a sound.

Gaz's lips trail down your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin. 'Come on, babe,' he whispers, his voice dripping with desire. 'I know you can do it. Just let go for me.'

You try to hold back the moans that are threatening to spill from your lips, but Gaz's skilled fingers and sinful mouth are too much for you to resist. He presses harder against your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You can't hold it in any longer – a loud moan tears from your lips, surprising even yourself.

'That's it, baby,' Gaz groans, his own control starting to slip as he moves faster and harder within you. 'Let me hear how good I make you feel.'

Your moans become more frequent now, the pleasure coursing through you as Gaz's thrusts become more urgent and desperate. You can't contain yourself any longer, and you start to scream his name over and over as you ride out your orgasm.

Gaz follows right after, his own release washing over him as he collapses against your trembling body. The room is filled with your ragged breaths and his satisfied groans, a symphony of pleasure and passion.

As you both catch your breath, Gaz turns to you with a satisfied smirk. 'See?' he says, running his hand through your hair. 'That wasn't so hard, was it?'

You laugh breathlessly, feeling a sense of liberation and freedom that you've never experienced before in bed. 'No, it wasn't,' you reply, a newfound confidence filling you. 'And I have a feeling it won't be hard to make some noise from now on.'

Gaz grins wickedly, pulling you in for another kiss. 'I can't wait to put that theory to the test.' And with that, he sets off on a mission to make you scream his name all night long.

~~~

You sat across from each other, both exhausted from the day's events, but neither willing to break the silence. The tension between you was suffocating, and you wished desperately for a distraction to break the ice.

Finally, unable to bear the silence any longer, you spoke up, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, this is cozy, isn't it? Two sworn enemies forced to share a safehouse. What could possibly go wrong?"

Simon's lips curled into a sneer as he met your gaze, his eyes cold and calculating. "Oh, I don't know, maybe you could try not getting in my way for once. That would be a nice change of pace."

You rolled your eyes, refusing to let his barbs get under your skin. "Please, Simon, like you're the picture of efficiency. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to sabotage our mission."

Simon's jaw clenched, his expression darkening with anger. "Funny, coming from the one who can't seem to follow orders without screwing up."

The words stung, but you refused to let him see how much they affected you. Instead, you shot back with a cutting remark of your own. "At least I don't let my ego get in the way of doing my job. Unlike some people I know."

Simon's eyes narrowed, his fists clenching at his sides. "Watch it, Y/N, or you might find yourself on the wrong end of my fist."

You scoffed, unimpressed by his empty threats. "Please, Simon, we both know you couldn't hit the broad side of a barn if your life depended on it."

The tension between you reached a boiling point, the air practically crackling with animosity. You both knew that this was a battle neither of you could win, but neither of you were willing to back down.

Just then, Simon reached for the last remaining bottle of water, his hand closing around it possessively. Your eyes widened in surprise, realizing that you were both reaching for it simultaneously.

"Hey, that's mine," you protested, trying to snatch it from his grasp.

Simon's lips curled into a smirk as he held the bottle just out of your reach. "Finders keepers, loser weepers," he taunted, his tone dripping with arrogance.

You scowled, feeling a surge of frustration coursing through you. "You can't be serious. We're supposed to be partners, Simon."

But Simon didn't seem to care. Instead, he twisted the cap off the bottle and took a long, exaggerated swig, relishing in your annoyance.

Before you could protest further, he leaned across the table, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck as he pulled you towards him. Your eyes widened in shock, your breath catching in your throat as his lips crashed against yours.

For a moment, you were too stunned to react, your mind struggling to process what was happening. But then, as the shock wore off, you found yourself melting into the kiss, your body responding instinctively to his touch.

Simon's lips were surprisingly soft against yours, his kiss filled with a raw intensity that sent shivers down your spine. You could taste the water on your lips, little drops pouring from his mouth into yours, that made the moment even more hotter.

As the kiss deepened, you felt Simon's other hand sliding down your chest, his touch sending sparks of electricity coursing through your veins. You knew you should pull away, that this was wrong on so many levels, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop. Not when he kissed you like that.

It was as if all the pent-up tension between you had finally reached its breaking point, and now, there was no turning back. You found yourself surrendering to the heat of the moment, allowing yourself to get lost in the sensation of Simon's lips against yours.

But just as quickly as it had begun, the kiss was over, leaving you breathless and bewildered. Simon pulled away, his eyes dark with desire as he looked at you, his expression unreadable.

For a moment, you simply stared at each other, both of you shocked. And then, as if on cue, the reality of the situation came crashing down around you.

"What… what was that?" you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Simon's expression softened, a hint of regret flickering in his eyes. "I… I don't know," he admitted, his voice barely audible over the sound of your racing heartbeats. "I just… I couldn't stand the thought of you being mad at me anymore."

You blinked in surprise, the pieces of the puzzle suddenly falling into place. So that was it – all this time, Simon had been acting like a jerk because he couldn't deal with his own feelings for you.

A wave of sympathy washed over you and you reached out, tentatively placing a hand on his arm.

"I didn't realize," you murmured, your voice soft with compassion. "I had no idea you felt that way."

Simon looked at you, his gaze searching yours for any sign of rejection. But all he found was warmth and acceptance, a silent invitation. The hate and regret was melting into something else, and soon, he pulled his lips back on yours, his ahds gripping your waist harshly and pulling you on him completely.

You straddled his thigh, his rough hands grabbing handfuls of your flesh and moans spilling from your lips as she grabbed an spanked your ass.

"Simon, oh godd--"

Your words remained lodged in your throat, as he flipped you over, making you lay down on the floor and gripping your bulletproof jacket, pulling it off you. He pulled the intercom too, and you gasped as he began undoing your belt.

"But, but si--the mission?" you asked, your voice ragged and breathless.

She smirked, placing one foot in between his legs and rubbing it against his crotch. "I just have a feeling that you're in need of some…entertainment."

Konig's breath hitched in his throat as he felt her foot press against his growing bulge. He couldn't resist the temptation any longer. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto his lap, their lips crashing together in a fiery kiss.

Y/N moaned into his mouth, her hands roaming all over his body. She could feel his arousal through his pants, and it only fueled her desire. She pulled away from the kiss, a devilish grin on her face.

"I think it's time we took this to the bedroom," she whispered, standing up and taking his hand in hers.

Konig eagerly followed her, his mind already racing with all the filthy things he wanted to do to her. As soon as they entered the bedroom, Y/N pushed him onto the bed and straddled his waist, her stilettos still on.

She leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Do you like it when I tease you, Konig? When I push my feet in between your thighs and make you ache for me?"

He groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "Yes, I love it. I love it when you tease me, Y/N."

She giggled, grinding her hips against his, causing a delicious friction between them. "Well, get ready for more, because I'm going to tease you until you can't take it anymore."

With that, she slowly removed her stilettos, letting them drop to the floor with a thud. She then grinded her hips once more, seeing his reaction as his cock leaked in his pants.

Without warning, Konig flipped her over onto her back and ripped off her dress, revealing her lacy black lingerie. He wasted no time in tearing it off, his mouth immediately latching onto her breasts and sucking on her hard nipples.

She arched her back, pushing her chest to his face and he responded by grabbing her boobs, groping and squeezing them as he kissed down her back, biting and nibbling at the soft skin.

She couldn't take the teasing anymore, her clit was buzzing with excitement and leaking arousal. She grabbed his hair, making him look into her eyes.

"Fuck me, Konig," she gasped, her voice dripping with need. "Fuck me like you mean it."

That was all it took for Konig to lose control. He slammed into her with a force that almost made her see stars. He gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her skin as he pounded into her relentlessly.

Y/N's moans turned into screams as she felt herself being pushed over the edge. She could feel Konig's release approaching as well, his thrusts becoming more erratic and desperate.

"Come for me, Y/N," he growled, his voice filled with lust. "Come for me, my filthy little baby."

And with one final thrust, they both reached their climax, their bodies trembling in ecstasy. They collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweaty, but completely satisfied.