~MOUSE~
Ophelia, clad in Zero's olive green jacket with her crimson lingerie underneath, moved with a confident sway in her steps.
She had successfully completed another mission.
It was thanks to her that they had the information they needed.
And for once, she didn't feel completely shit about her job.
The sultry scarlet fabric clung to her every curve, a stark contrast against the muted tones of Zero's jacket.
He had thrown it to her as she walked up to the chopper, his head turned as far away from her as it could go.
The air was thick with the residue of a successful mission, the taste of victory still lingering on her lips.
There was no one better than her.
As Ophelia neared the barracks she felt the cold concrete soak into her bare feet.
The door to her room came into focus as her tired eyes begged for her to go to sleep.
With an impish grin, Ophelia pushed open the creaking door of the barracks.
She couldn't wait to sleep.
The air inside was tinged with a mix of exhaustion and accomplishment.
She yawned, the weariness of the mission catching up to her.
Closing the door behind her and crossing the room to her bed she smiled as her fingers traced Zero's jacket.
He'd literally and figuratively saved her ass twice now.
She stretched languidly letting the lingerie ride up her skin and her muscles ease as she crouched down in front of her bed.
Her bare feet made no noise as she knelt down and grabbed her duffel bag, aching to put on some comfortable clothes.
The abrupt intrusion of loud, banging footsteps shattered her tranquillity.
Her senses heightened, and she turned, her eyes narrowing at the furious footsteps outside her door.
The heavy door slammed open and closed so quickly that it reverberated through the room, sealing her within the confines of the barracks.
Ophelia's frown deepened as she looked up slowly, her gaze settling on the figure standing in front of her.
His silhouette was tense, the very air around him vibrating with an unsettling energy that sent shivers across her spine.
She pulled the olive-coloured jacket tighter against herself, a shield against his unpredictable energy.
His body shook.
Legs and arms twitching as he turned to face him.
Standing up from her spot she faced him fully.
Ophelia studied König with a mix of curiosity and wariness.
Something was wrong. She could see it in his eyes.
They were distant and filled with so many emotions she couldn't read.
"Are you alright-" Ophelia's attempt to break the oppressive silence was abruptly stifled as two gloved hands shot out with startling speed, seizing her by the neck.
The olive jacket slipped from her shoulders, leaving her scarlet lingerie exposed in the dim light.
The world blurred as she was forcefully spun around, her back colliding with the solid door of the barracks.
A gasp escaped her lips, the impact stealing the breath from her lungs.
The grip on her throat was not constricting, not intending harm, and she knew he wasn't about to let go.
Blue eyes, normally calm and familiar, now blazed with a fury that sent shivers across her skin.
Yeah, he was definitely angry with her.
His gaze penetrated hers, searching for something within the depths of her eyes.
The intensity of his scrutiny was unsettling as if he sought answers that lingered in her features.
The door pressed into Ophelia's back as he moved his body closer to hers.
His gloved hand, still retaining the strength that had slammed her into the door, embarked on a slow descent down the front of her lace-clad chest.
It ran over her breast and squeezed roughly.
Her mind turned blank as a moan escaped her lips, a symphony of pleasure and vulnerability.
"You didn't do that for him," he said roughly as his hand moved away from her chest and gripped her hip tightly.
Her eyes dropped, surrendering to his touch with way too much ease.
Her head rolled back against the door as need surged through her.
She couldn't say anything as his fingers dug into her skin, tracing patterns on her skin, leaving a trail of desire in its wake.
Harsh movements shattered the fragile equilibrium as he pulled her off the door and into his chest.
Her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her across the room and towards his bed.
Her mind refused to work as he gripped her hips and threw her down onto the bed.
She felt her breath leave her lungs as she hit the bed, her eyes wide in shock.
With forceful determination, he grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach.
Before she could protest, he placed a hand on the back of her head and shoved her face-first into the soft expanse of the blankets, the fabric absorbing the muffled sound of her surprise.
Her words fell silent as the weight of his hands wrapped around her hips from behind.
In an abrupt motion, he lifted her onto her knees, a move that left her breathless and disoriented as her arms shot out to keep her balance.
"I'm going to fuck you until you can't even remember his face," he said angrily in her ear, his teeth nipping at her skin.
She heard the unlick of his belt, her eyes widening as she realised what he was doing.
She turned to look over her shoulder but his hand curled into her hair and pushed her down gently.
"König-" her words died on her lips as she felt his gloved fingers slide over her clit.
She moaned loudly into his sheets, fisting them in her hands.
His large fingers traced over the lace from her clit all the way to where he could feel her wetness pooling.
"You wet for me?" he asked stiffly as he pressed a finger further into the lace covering her.
She could only nod her head dumbly.
The hand on her head sunk into her hair.
His sudden, harsh grip on her short hair pulled her head back with a force that sent a shiver down her spine.
He yanked her head back, making her look at him in the eye.
The pain was sharp and immediate, contrasting sharply with the softness of the blankets beneath her.
His eyes, once familiar, met hers with an intensity that made her breath catch in her throat.
There were so many sides to him.
And she did not know this one.
A flicker of fear traced a cold path down her spine as she stared into the depths of his feverish gaze.
"Words," he said, the anger in his voice cutting through the heavy silence.
The room seemed to vibrate with the weight of unspoken tension, the lamp casting erratic shadows across his hooded face.
Ophelia breathed heavily, her eyes burning as she stared at him.
She knew her pupils were dilated, she could tell by the way his eyes moved to her face and his expanded in return.
He seemed to only get turned on when he knew she was too.
His jealousy lingered beneath the surface, a possessiveness that threatened to consume him.
It spoke of something darker.
An emotion that turned him feral.
"Yes," she replied, her breath escaping in a whisper as she stared at him, her throat bobbing as she swallowed.
His pupils expanded more and he nodded once before roughly dropping her head, letting her face fall back into the sheets.
His hands moved to the fabric that separated them with feverish need.
Yanking it away quickly, she barely had time to breathe before his hands wrapped around her hips and pulled her backwards.
He slammed his cock into her roughly with no warning.
The sharp pain and feeling of being filled with no remorse made her scream into the sheets.
She could feel sticky precum seeping into her already, but he didn't seem to notice as he held her by her hips and thrust aggressively.
"Fuck!" she groaned as pleasure spiralled through her.
He thrust harder and she screamed again as his hard length stretched and fucked her with no mercy.
She felt herself wriggle and try to move, the panic of having no control taking over her body.
His hand flew down and roughly held the back of her neck, pushing her head down and making her arch back into him.
He groaned in pleasure as he slammed into her faster.
She could feel him all the way to her stomach as his fingers dug harder into her hips, the sound of her ass hitting his hips filling the room.
"You feel so good," he moaned quietly and she felt herself spill onto his cock as the words ran through her blood like fire.
His hands held her down as he continued to fuck her roughly, his moans ringing over hers as pleasure tore through her.
"I'm going to-" Her words were drowned out as he shoved his gloved hand over her mouth, stopping her words dead.
He hit her spot repeatedly and she felt her eyes roll as his hand tightened around her mouth, her moans and screams filling his palm.
"Come for me, Maus," he whispered in her ear and for the first time in her life, she listened.
Her pleasure tore through her with so much fire that she screamed and bit into his hand as she felt the heat explode from her and cover him.
She could feel it dripping from her and running down his cock.
He didn't stop, he fucked her past it and kept going, his hardness never stopping.
Her body went limp, her body sagging as he held her up.
Her arousal grew as she heard him laugh darkly from behind her, the sound muffled by his hood.
"We're not done, Little Maus," He said as his hands wrapped around her body.
He picked her up with ease, her head falling back on his shoulder as he kept his cock inside her.
Ophelia watched through hazy eyes as he carried her towards the bathroom.
She hissed in pain, her knees slamming into the sink as he threw her down onto it, sending searing pain up her thighs.
Her eyes flew up to the mirror her breath catching in her lungs as she saw his stormy eyes staring back at her through the glass.
Her eyes snapped down to their reflection and she almost came undone again as she saw his hard, veined cock pushing into her.
She could see her cum leaking down him as he began to thrust again.
She couldn't look away from the reflection as she watched him stretch and push into her.
He began to thrust harder, and her head had no choice but to roll back, dropping onto his shoulder.
Her eyes rolled as the pleasure ripped through her her moans coming in gasping breaths.
"König," she whined and this time she knew he smiled, she could tell by the way his eyes turned up at the sides.
His gloved hand curled around her jaw softly, pushing her face up so he could see her reflection in the mirror.
His hand held her face, his eyes on her as she moaned and struggled against him.
"I like this better," he said in her ear, his hood brushing her cheek and neck as his eyes stayed on her face.
"I like seeing you moan for me," he said softly his fingers gliding down to the lace between her legs.
His fingers rubbed across her clit and she let out a string of hushed curses and moans.
"Fuck! I can't-" her words trailed off as she felt the heat pool in her groin again.
Her eyes snapped shut as words tumbled from her mouth.
She couldn't hear them, but she knew they were his name.
His hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing soft but tight.
Her vision danced as his cock twitched inside her.
She felt the heat already spilling from him as he groaned loudly, holding his own finish.
Her mind went blank as she realised he was holding off on cumming until she did.
"Fuck, Baby," she moaned loudly, her needy whine ringing around them in the small bathroom.
Behind her, his chest went rigid at her words.
She felt him grow bigger inside of her as his eyes bore into her face.
"Noël please-" her begging was cut off as he exploded inside of her.
He thrust wildly, his cum hit her spot and she watched with rapt fascination as his head fell back with a groan.
Immediately she felt herself shatter on top of him.
Her legs shook, her knees aching as she opened her eyes and saw that his eyes were wide open, watching her through the mirror.
She heard a faint patter and looked down to see his cum leaking from her.
His cock was still buried deep inside her, twitching as he continued to fill her.
Her head fell back against his shoulder.
Her nipples hard through the lingerie as she took deep breaths, sweat coating her body.
"I think I like it when you're jealous," Ophelia admitted, her voice ragged but holding a hint of defiance.
A small, enigmatic smile played on her lips, a testament to the complex emotions that swirled within her.
He went stiff behind her, the air between them crackling with unspoken tension.
His eyes, once blazing with lust, now met hers with a mix of surprise and frustration.
"I don't," he retorted angrily, the words cutting through the heavy silence.
The admission was a declaration of vulnerability, a glimpse into the storm of conflicting emotions he felt towards her.
Ophelia's small smile persisted.
He glared at her and pulled out roughly.
She whined involuntarily as he retreated, storming from the bathroom and leaving her to fall forward against the mirror.
Her hands splayed on the glass as she caught herself.
Ophelia's glare followed him like an unyielding spotlight in the dimly lit room.
She heard him sliding off his gear and throwing it onto the bed roughly.
He was still frustrated with her.
With a determined storm brewing within her, Ophelia slid down from the sink and stormed after him.
The sound of her feet smacking against the concrete floor echoed through the barracks.
He was not doing that again.
Just fucking off.
They were way past the point of a one-night stand.
Ophelia glowered as she stormed across the room and towards his giant figure.
His body faced his bed, half his gear removed and thrown to the floor in anger.
He turned as he heard her, his eyes registered with confusion at the unexpected fury on her face.
Without hesitation, she shoved him backward, the force sending him sprawling onto his bed.
Before he could react, Ophelia climbed on top of him, her eyes blazing with anger as she stared down into his hooded face.
"Take it off," she demanded, her voice laced with fury as she stared at the black hood covering his face.
He stiffened beneath her, his eyes reflecting a mix of emotions.
Surprise, confusion, and a hint of vulnerability.