Call of duty one shots

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The relentless rhythm of the punching bag echoed through the gym, a counterpoint to the rapid thump of König's heart. He was a man carved from granite, his muscles straining with every jab, hook, and uppercut. The physical exam loomed, a mandatory hurdle that he approached with the same grim determination he applied to every mission. He'd been training relentlessly, pushing his body to its limits, fueled by the need to excel, to prove himself. But today, a different kind of fire burned within him, one sparked by the mere thought of her.

Y/N. The name was a low growl in his mind, a mixture of irritation and something else he refused to acknowledge. From the moment she'd walked into Task Force 141, they'd been at each other's throats. A clash of wills, a battle of wits, a simmering rivalry that had become legendary within the unit. It was so intense, so volatile, that command had separated them for a year, hoping the distance would quell the storm. It hadn't.

And now, here they were, thrown together again, their animosity as potent as ever. König knew she was the one assigned to conduct his physical exam. He felt a surge, a mix of dread and a strange, unwelcome excitement. He wanted to prove himself to her, to show her he was better, stronger, more disciplined than anything she'd ever seen.

When his time came, he walked into the sterile examination room, his eyes locking with hers. Y/N, standing by the table with a clipboard in her hand, was as composed as ever, her expression neutral, but König saw a flicker of something in her gaze, a spark of tension that mirrored his own.

"König," she said, her voice cool and professional, as if they weren't two people constantly on the verge of an explosion. "Let's get started."

The initial tests were routine – blood pressure, pulse, reflexes. He focused on controlling his breathing, on ignoring the way her presence buzzed under his skin. But then came the part of the exam he had been both dreading and anticipating – the physical assessment.

"You'll need to remove your shirt," Y/N instructed, her voice even, but her eyes flickered to his and then quickly away.

König's hands moved to the hem of his shirt, a practiced motion, but for the first time, he felt a self-conscious heat prickle his skin. He peeled the fabric from his torso, revealing the sculpted muscles rippling across his back and chest, testament to hours of dedicated work. He saw her eyes widen, her breath catch slightly, before she quickly looked away again, a faint flush creeping up her neck.

He almost smirked. He had known he would affect her.

A strange, triumphant pleasure coursed through him, a power he hadn't expected. He watched as Y/N moved closer, her hand hovering hesitantly over his shoulder as she checked his posture. Every touch, however brief, sent a jolt through him, a heat that had nothing to do with his exertion.

"Arms straight," she said, her voice slightly breathy as she guided his arms above his head. "Hold it there".

He held the pose, deliberately flexing his biceps, the muscles flexing and contracting under her gaze. He saw her eyes follow the lines of his abs as she came closer to get his measurements. It was so quiet in the room that he heard her take a deep breath as she measured his waist.

Her touch was light, almost tentative, but it had the opposite effect on her. He felt her arousal like a physical buzz running through the room.

He saw her hand begin to shake gently as she moved to examine his legs. She quickly concluded her measurements, her hands barely brushing his skin, but each touch sent a fresh wave of heat through him.

"I need to get your vitamin shot," she said, her voice tight. She quickly grabbed a sterile syringe, turned away to prepare it and then turned back to face him.

"You did a good job. You passed," she said without looking him in the eye.

He had a sudden urge to push her, to see if she would finally crack. "It's that all?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "Too hard to touch me, Y/N?"

He saw her eyes flare up with a spark of anger and something else, something that made his blood burn hotter.

He felt a primal need to taste, to claim, to break through her carefully constructed walls. He moved before she could react, grabbing her wrist and yanking her forward. She landed hard on the edge of the examination table, her eyes wide with shock. He saw the tiny lace edge of her underwear peeking out from under her skirt, the thin material already damp.

He leaned down, his fingers tracing the curve of her inner thigh. "You liked that, didn't you?" he whispered, his voice a rough purr. She gasped, her body trembling as he pressed a kiss to the sensitive skin just above where the lace began.

He moved lower, nuzzling against her, his tongue darting out to taste the sweetness of her arousal. He heard a whimper escape her lips as he found her core, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes, teasing her until she was practically writhing under him.

"König," she gasped, her voice a desperate plea. "Stop."

He didn't. He knew he was playing a dangerous game, but he was too far gone, consumed by the need to possess her. His fingers joined his tongue, sliding inside, finding her most sensitive spots, eliciting moans and whimpers that made his own desire surge. He felt her nails dig into his scalp, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent his senses into overdrive.

He didn't stop until she had come, her body shuddering, her hands clutching at his hair. He flipped her over, her legs dangling off the edge of the table, and sank into her from behind, their bodies melding together. The rhythm was fierce, urgent, desperate, as if they were trying to erase years of unspoken frustration.

The world faded away, leaving only the sensation of skin against skin, the harsh sounds of their breath mingling in the small room. When the earth finally stopped spinning he buried his face in her hair, panting gently.

He felt a strange calmness flood him, a sense of completion he hadn't felt in a very long time. He slowly pulled away, his eyes searching hers, a question in his gaze.

Y/N looked back, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen. There was a mixture of shock, shame, desire, and something else in her eyes – something that mirrored the storm within him.

"Maybe," he said, his voice rough, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, "maybe our rivalry wasn't so bad after all."

He pulled her closer, kissing her gently. This time she kissed him back, a silent promise of what was to come. They had crossed a line, a boundary that had seemed unbreakable. And now, in the afterglow of their passionate encounter, they were finally ready to face the reality of their true feelings.

Maybe this wasn't so bad after all. Maybe this was just the beginning.