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When you first started seeing König, the expectation was of a relationship that was more so emotional intimacy than physical. König is an incredibly shy man who stumbles over the few words he’ll speak with an awkwardness only he could pull off and a bright blush under that hood to boot. It took the massive man weeks to do anything other than stare at you when he spotted you out and about on base, pushed into it only once you approached to ream his ass for being a creep. His blurted request for a date started before you could even finished. König’s size screams of a physicality that could fold you in half with ease, but his personality is that of a shy puppy. You never expected him to be one for physical touch.
That couldn’t have been further from the truth.
Any and all chances he has to have contact with you, he takes. Cuddling in bed is a must-have. Sitting anywhere is only bearable if you’re perched in his lap. If you’re trying to do anything in either of your quarters or in the common room, he’s glued to your side or your back, cornering you against kitchen counters and washing machines. He keeps it clean… for the most part.
It’s a good thing he’s your superior officer, or the amount of indecent exposure complaints could at best earn you a ‘barracks bunny’ title or at worst, get you court martialed and potentially dishonorably discharged. König being König prevents each of these scenarios with his unnerving silent stares, or snapping in a mix of English and German for the room to be evacuated of people or to not interrupt as he drags you off, rock-hard in his pants and blushing furiously under his hood.
This isn’t limited to public locations either, of course.
“König-”
The whine fills the steamy air of the bathroom, thick and warm with the hot water bearing down on your back. The glass of the shower door is cold and damp on your chest and cheek, the entire of your front pinned between the fragile door and the mass of man currently plowing into you with sharp thrusts.
“Shhhh Schatz,” König grunts into your ear with a particularly sharp thrust that has you up on your tiptoes and seeing dots in your eyes. “Feels good, ja? Nice and warm.”
Another cry from your lips, waterlogged hands trying to brace against the glass with no luck. It wouldn’t do you any good either way, not with König’s arm holding you up and bent at the perfect angle for him to hit as deep as possible. “K- Ko.”
“I know,” He’s panting your ear like the filthy dog he is, using your body like a toy with how easily he manipulates it--pushing and pulling and angling you like you’re a doll and not a person. “You will not be late for your meeting, liebling.”
You’d already told König not to get into the shower with you. There was a meeting amongst operators of your level, and you needed to shower without distraction, so you told him to sit outside of the shower. That way you could talk through the door, and he could get at least partial attention. You even gave him permission to jack off while you shower, but it still wasn’t good enough. The moment you started to lather up, he was naked and splitting you open.
Of course the needy bastard couldn’t let you get a short shower in without feeling you closing around him, nice and tight and warm. God forbid he have to fist his cock when he could bury it somewhere much more forgiving and lenient. “Am almost done.”
He doesn’t bother asking you if you’re close, not when your body is spasming and orgasming around him with a cry of ecstasy. Blunt nails scrape at the arm locked around your waist and the dull pain is all it takes to have him blowing his load deep with a whimper and a harsh bite to your shoulder. König fucks you both through it until there’s matching tear tracks of overstimulation down your face.
Just as quick as he got in, you’re suddenly alone in the shower, balanced on unsteady legs and trying to recover your brain cells as he casually redresses and fixes his hood.
“Get a move on Schatz,” he calls almost teasingly and drapes your towel over the top of the shower door. “Would not want to be punished for being late, Hm? Bad look for superiors.”
Needless to say, you show up late to the meeting and still leaking König’s cum down your legs. He gets the joy of being the one to tell you off for your tardiness.
Maybe König needs to spend some time collared tonight.