König

Having social anxiety can in turn make you hyper-aware of people's body language, especially those you're around a lot. You kind of just pick up on things. And that's what König did with you. He could always tell when you were discomforted.

And right now, that's exactly what you were. Squirming in your seat, constantly adjusting your seatbelt, keeping it away from your stomach. He could've sworn every time he went of a bump he heard the tiniest little yelp from you. What could that be about? That's when he saw your thighs pressed together. Oh... Someone didn't take his advice and go to the bathroom before they left.

He rolled his eyes and scoffed silently. They never fucking listen. So what does he do? Go over more bumps, yea, because he's really like that. His sadistic ass likes those little squeaks you make, he likes that discomforted and desperate look on your face. What an asshole.

But on one bump in particular he noticed how your eyes widened. Uh oh, now you're really on the edge. You can almost hear him laugh to himself. But he's not mean enough to let you piss your pants, not without permission that is... So he pulls over to a rather secluded little spot, one safe from prying eyes, and he slowly turns over to look you in the eyes whilst unbuckling your seatbelt.

"Take your pants off." He says, rather threateningly actually. Of course you're hesitant to do it, you have to piss really fucking bad, and if plans to mess around in the car or something that's not going to end well for either of you, but those your aren't plans... well not yet anyways.

"Now." He says, pressing on your stomach a bit. It's firm, just how he thought it would be. And that pressure on your bladder is enough to make you comply, you know exactly what he's getting at now and don't want to risk that embarrassment... Thing is... König has a thing for that, he's just never brought it up because obviously that's weird... But right now he has a golden (pun intended) opportunity to see it from his partner and he's not about to pass it up.

Next thing you know he hops out of his truck a matte black ram because of course it would be matte black, walks over to your door and gestures for you to get out. As much as he'd love to see it, he's not about to less you piss in his beloved truck, he keeps that baby pristine... Well aside from the multiple times you fuck in the backseat but he gets it detailed every so often so it's fine!

Now he's helping you out of his truck, guiding you behind the abandoned building, standing right behind you and petting your stomach. He can hear him humming to himself, absolutely enjoying this, makes his spine tingle something fierce.

"I told you, you have gone before we left. Now look at you~" he teases, his voice low and smooth like butter. Is it weird, definitely, but there's something about it that's also kind of... Hot.

"Hold long so you think you can hold it?" He asked, his breath brushing against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine that momentarily makes you loosen up a bit. He loves that way you try and catch yourself. "Sensitive, are we?" He cooed, his finger brushing against the back of your next, he knows just how tickling that little spot there in, and next thing you know, he's practicing having a make out session with your neck, just coaxing you to let go. His hand moves from your stomach and down between your legs, prompting you to spread them for him.

"That's it, good pup~" he knows exactly how you react to those kind of pet names, he plans to work away at your slowly fading self control until you can't take it anymore.