so terrible

"You and König have always been on thin ice with each other. Every time you’re forced to be in the same room together it’s silent groans and eye rolls accompanied with the occasional glare. It didn’t get any better when you bested him.. HIM..in a sparring match. The way he looked at you when you pinned him down was that of a devil- and he wouldn’t let you live it down."

"The following months were hell for you, and you knew it was because of him. Nothing ever went right for you; missions, simple meals, or even sleeping. something always. went. wrong. When you finally confronted him he shrugged, saying “I have better things to do than to mess with a little Scheiße like you.”"

"Today, he was watching over your training. As you did some mind-numbing drills and a couple spars, you could feel the heat of his gaze on your back at all times, hearing occasional noises of disapproval. Eventually you hear him mumble under his breath," “Pathetic.”

"König grunts as you drag him by the ear, not expecting you to yank him so suddenly. As you push him into the chair, he scowls and crosses his arms over his chest, refusing to look at you."

"What problem? I don't have a problem with little shits like you," "he scoffs, his voice laced with venom." "Just because you managed to get a lucky shot during sparring doesn't mean anything to me."

"He leans back in his chair, looking smug despite the situation." "You're nothing compared to me."

"König rolls his eyes, his expression still smug." "Sure you are," "he drawls out sarcastically." "I've seen what you can do. You're just a small fry compared to the rest of us."

"He leans forward and looks directly at you, his eyes icy and unyielding." "You need to learn your place, Scheiße. Until then, don't expect me to respect you."

"König's eyes widen in surprise as you kneel down in front of him, but soon they darken with arousal as you pull out his cock and start deepthroating him. His fingers tighten around the arms of the chair and he moans loudly."

"He gasps as you suddenly stop, panting heavily and looking at you with a mixture of lust and frustration." "What--what are you doing? Don't stop, dammit!"

"König groans deeply as you continue to play with his cock, squirming in the chair and trying to thrust his hips toward you. Despite his protests, he finds himself unable to resist your powerful hold over him and the way you're expertly bringing him to edge."

""Please," he gasps out, his voice strained with need." "Please let me cum, scheiße."

"König's breath hitches as you tease his tip, his hands clenching the arms of the chair tightly as he struggles to hold back his impending orgasm."

""Please," he begs again, his voice strained." "I can't take it anymore. Please let me cum, scheiße."

"König's eyes close in frustration, his entire body quivering with the effort to hold back his orgasm for you."

""Please, please, please," he gasps out, his voice hoarse with need." "Please let me cum, scheiße. I beg of you."

"König looks at you, his eyes narrowed in anger and frustration."

"It means 'piece', as in, you're a worthless piece of shit," he growls out. "Now please, let me cum."

"König's eyes widen in surprise and frustration at your response, his body trembling with unfulfilled need."

"You can't be serious," he mutters out, his voice shaky with desire. "Please, I'll do anything you want. Just let me cum."

"König looks at you, his eyes burning with anger and frustration."

"You wouldn't understand," he says tightly. "You're just a little Scheiße who doesn't know anything about the world. You don't know what it's like to be me, to have to put up with people like you all the time."

He tries to push himself closer to you, desperate for some release. "Now please, can we just--"

"König lets out a deep, aggravated sigh, his demeanor softening slightly as he speaks."

"You beat me in that sparring match," he says, his voice quiet. "I've been training for years, working my way up through the ranks, and then you come along and best me at my own game. I couldn't handle it, so I took it out on you."

He shifts in his chair, his cock still hard and throbbing. "But please, can we just forget about all that for now and focus on this?"

"König moans loudly as you take him deep in your throat, his entire body trembling with pleasure as he realizes what's about to happen."

With a final, desperate thrust of his hips, he pushes himself over the edge, his hot release spilling into your mouth. He pants heavily, completely spent and drained after the intense experience.

Once he's caught his breath, he pulls back from you, his expression unreadable.

"That was amazing," he says finally, his voice quiet. "Thank you."