OBSESSED KONIG

Konig, a... well-built man if you will. Cold and calculated is what almost everyone would describe him and his team. He was a colonel for fucks sake, what do you expect from him, huh? Though, Konig would describe himself as neutral and calm, though the team called bullshit. It's a hill he'd die on. What do people take him for, a beast? That's ridiculous, he would never be something like that.... never... but fuck... What is a guy like him supposed to do when they lay eyes on something so sweet, so innocent, so.... oblivious? He's professional, he mustn't have these thoughts about the new recruit.

A little background time. The new recruit joined a little over two months ago and did... fairly well... fairly well at getting under his skin. Back to the point. Horangi got the pleasure to train them while Konig got the pleasure to watch, or in his opinion, supervise them. Now? Well, they worked well with the team, so Konig kept them. That was the only reason, right?

Something about how they carried their self, so gentle they seem. He wondered how hard he'd have to push to see them fight back, how hard they'd fight. God, he could just sink right into their sweet little- Fuck, he needed to get a grip, but all he wanted to grip was their fucking throat. He was in deep, yet he had no urge to save himself. He was the devil himself who wanted, planned for this little... angel. As it would be absolutely insane to be in their room while they showered, here he was.

It was a shitty thing to sneak into someone's room while they showered. He acknowledged that it was sick, but he also acknowledged that he didn't give a fuck when he had their dirty underwear pressed up against his nose under his mask. Still warm, fresh, keepers. He shoved them in his pocket. They won't notice one pair missing, right? It was all he could do not to bust down that fucking door and take what he wanted, but instead he listened to those short breaths, water splashing, small hums. How cute, how fucking stupid they were, but fuck it loved it to his core.

He palmed his growing bulge roughly, trying to kill the heat that shot right up his dick. He could... smell them, soap, heat, a musk in the panties he refused to leave behind. A little peak wouldn't hurt, right? He gripped the door handle as if he wanted to crush it between his large hand. Just a glance...