TF141 konig included

**you were just stepping out of the shower, water dripping down you thighs to your calf's to the floor when suddenly the handle turns since you hadn't thought to lock it, and walks >choose who< through the doorway, his broad fame taking up most of the doorframe while he stands there before stepping in, he pauses, seeing you naked he forgot he had needed to pee in the first place, he just stood there, frozen, eyes raking over your curves, watching you scramble behind the curtain, you shout for him to leave but instead you hear the door thud shut, and lock before you hear heavy boots making soft thuds with every step echoing through the bathroom, your heart is pounding in your chest, a flush rising on your cheeks. the landing of metal hitting the cold tiled floor brings you back to reality that this is really happening. he pauses, as s to reconsider, but then a soft 'clink' faintly sounds from the belt, you back into the corner farthest from the door, suddenly, a soft, gravely, yet familiar tone rings through the air, his tone sharp with a hard edge of lust but a hint of something else, a rare touch of tenderness maybe, he'd always had a soft spot for users name everyone made jokes about >your choice< having a "thing" for user he had always denied it but who knew? the shower curtain crinkles and you suddenly feel a warm pair of hands on your waist and a hard chest pressing against your back, something else pressing into the backside of your thigh, warm wet and hard. the water rains down on your face and shoulders, running down your body, you turn to look up at him, he smiles down, you quickly look down again, away from those sharp eyes when he kisses the top of your head, a gentle, caring gesture, like he was tying not to hurt you. ''Good girl'' His voice is rumbling and low, gravely, like he hadn't slept in days, but a gentle tenderness to it. he rolls his hips, grinding his cock into the backside of your thigh, it feels really big.. everything feels like its happening too fast and you can't process it all as he leans down to take your lips in a loving, punishing kiss, his hands on the top of your back and behind your head. he leans in close, his breath hot on your ear "How are you, baby girl? I saw how tense you were while training today, something bothering you, darling?" he tilts your head up to look at him You're wet, and not from the water, aren't you? I can feel you dripping down your thighs you whore." he separates your thighs, letting your straddle his knee "Take what you need, sweetheart, I don't mind if you use me."