ok hear me out pathetic!konig x reader which reader has to go to his base for whatever reason and is appalled by how commanding he can be like yeah he’s a colonel but he’s your colonel and where did this come from??
extra points if reader reminds him whos in charge when they get home :3
anon pathetic könig i love your brain omg i love pathetic men, give me someone that’s so big and strong you’d never imagine he would get on his knees or beg for anything, and then they kneel and beg so prettily at your feet AGH
NSFW - CW: smut, degrading, reader is mean (not so much tho), sub/pathetic könig
you’re könig’s partner, you’ve been for a little over a year, and you’ve been on base a couple of times but only to take könig and go back to your cozy apartment, either resting and enjoying his company or forcing him to please you for hours on end, or sometimes, when you felt mean, you’d torture and edge him until he was crying and begging for your mercy
so today you’re on base, you needed to give him one of his personal journals that he forgot and that he needed, the silly man left a post-it note on it that said ‘meeting today! important!’, god your baby boy was so cute sometimes
you reached his base, his closest friends knew you were his partner and you found one of them, and they happily let you follow them, bringing you to your sweet boyfriend
what you didn’t expect was to reach an open ground training session, recruits running around a track as a loud and rough voice insulted them, saying derogatory things as some of them stumbled over their feet or literally fell to the ground on their faces, the rough voice screaming about how ‘the only thing you’ll ever kiss in your life with this pace is the ground, get up and RUN!’
könig’s friend brought you along with him, walking around a corner and your eyes widened at the sight of him, your nervous and pathetic mutt of a man, standing tall and shoulders wide, voice loud as he yelled at the recruits and had a few of them holding planks in front of him, you think you see one of those crying? what the..?
your friend left you with a firm pat on your shoulders, saying something about having to get back to their chores, you didn’t really care
you walked towards könig, standing with his arms behind his back, hand holding the opposite wrist as he looked over the working recruits, that is until you reached him, just a couple steps to his side
he turned his head, glancing at you with hostility in his eyes, turning back to the recruits and quickly looking back at you with wide eyes, startled taking in your lifted eyebrow and crossed arms
his posture changed immediately, his shoulders dropping, his spine bending forwards to look smaller as he stepped next to you, hands lifting to hover at your shoulders, wanting to touch you but he remembers how you specifically told him he couldn’t do it in public unless you allowed it
“liebling, what— what are you doing here? i wasn’t expecting you and you did not call to warn me!” he whisper yells, his voice low but alarmed, so close to you you can see his eyes wildly darting from your furrowed ones to your crossed arms and back
“excuse me? i have to warn you when i want to come over?” your voice has thinly veiled venom in it, “who do you think you are to tell me that?”
he quickly cowers, his hands nervously turning into fists, still held out between the two of you, and he whimpers quietly, “i di-didn’t mean it that way, please!”
he looks back to the recruits that were still on the ground, their bodies trembling wildly as they held their positions and könig turned back to you, eyes pleading as he begged you “please, please schatzi can you go wait in my office? i’ll be there as soon as i’m done with training”
your eyes analyzed him, taking in the wide and worried look in his eyes, dropping to his shaking hands before you looked at the recruits, noticing one of them had their eyes lifted to look at the two of you, your eyes turned cold as you looked at the puny man, and he squeaked, scared shitless and looking back to the ground in front of him
“fine. but i expect an explanation” you look back up into his eyes, your gaze skeptical as you gave a small nod, listening to his quiet ‘thank you thank you!’s as you turned around and walked to his personal office
you made yourself at home, sitting in his larger than usual chair, your boyfriend’s unusually big body asked for bigger furniture, the thing you liked most about him being your boyfriend is that you could bring him to his knees with a simple look
you rocked back and forth on the comfortable chair, tapping a pencil on his desk as you waited for your colonel, and when he carefully opened the door, quietly stepping in and calling out your name with a soft voice, you stilled your swinging, eyes laser focused on him, your gaze following his body as he moved in the office and stepped to stand in front of you, shoulders lowered and head bowed
“so, I see you’re having fun on base, acting all big and bossy” you mutter, taking in the way he quickly kneels in front of you, crawling to sit in front of your legs, which spread and accomodate his bust between them
you give a small sign with your head, letting him know its okay to touch you now, and he jumps at the chance, hands moving to fist at the fabric around your thighs
“no-no! I must act this way, liebling, being a colonel requires authority!” He explains desperately, eyes wide as you look down your nose at him, and you hum, unconvinced
“you must know that that is hard to believe when you’re here, kneeling and desperate for my approval”, he whines, leaning his chin on your knee and looking up at you, “I mean, its hard to think that someone as pathetic as you, someone that acts like an overgrown mutt, acts like a leader”
“but- no that’s different! I have to be authoritative here, or they will not respect me!” his voice has a loud pitch, it gets like this when he’s close to just cry, needing your approval
“respect you? do you think they’d respect you if they saw what you were like in my bedroom?”, you slap his hands away from your pants, and he whimpers at the loss of touch
“you need to be reminded of your place, show me if you’re still wearing my gift”, you order, leaning your chin on one of your fisted hands, your foot moving from where it rested on the floor to press on his thigh
“yes of course, I always wear it!” H his hands lift towards his neckline, where the bottom of his hood lays against his collarbones, and he lifts the soft material, revealing a pretty leather collar, with a lovely heart tag made of metal with his name on it, just like a dog’s
you hum, satisfied a t the sight, and when he takes out the matching leash from one of his pockets you murmur a “good boy” in a way that has him shivering, an elated noise coming from him
but you still have to remind him of his place, you think that edging and denying him three times will be enough
when the leash is attached to his collar and he gives you the end of it, you pull on the strap, lurching him forward until his face falls into your core, his nose and mouth pressing against the front seam of your pants, taking in your scent and moaning gratefully
“you’ll hump my leg until you’re on the edge of an orgasm, do it three times, and if you cum before then, you will wear a cock cage for the next three weeks”, you pull the leash until he has a hard time breathing against your core, unable to pull away but also not really trying, and he nods as much as he can
“well then, move”, he whines quietly, the sound muffled, and starts moving, rolling his hips and hard cock against your leg and foot, his hands holding onto the back of your lower leg as he rolls his hips
“good, just like that” he keeps thrusting against you, hips quickly searching for a release and the right friction, until he’s close to his orgasm, and you can feel it in the way his pace falters and his eyes get half-lidded
he stills just before he finishes, a noise of dissatisfaction vibrating against your core, your free hand moving to pet his head, pushing his hood away and running through his soft hair until he’s calmed down enough he can try again
he repeats the same cycle for two more times, until he’s left whimpering, tears pooling into his eyes, fingers so tight on your leg that you feel his nails digging in
you mumble a “good boy”, pleased at the way he listened and followed your orders, “so pretty when you listen to your owner, isn’t that better? letting go, handing your control over to someone who’s better fit to guide you, hmm?”, you coo, voice soft and condescending, your thumb rubbing away a stray tear on his cheek
“you may cum now, go ahead, you can even touch yourself, you deserve it for being good for your owner”, and he listens, desperately unbuckling his belt and pulling out his drenched cock, tugging and stroking at it, so quickly you’re worried he’d hurt himself, but you know he loves pain, or he wouldn’t have consented to having his ass spanked until it was bruised and filled with small cuts
“yeah, there you go baby, such a good mutt, aren’t you, hmm? who’s my good puppy? who’s a good desperate dog?”, you whisper, voice deceivingly sweet hand pulling his leash to lift his drooling mouth away from your pants, where there’s a wet spot from his spit, and you lean down, a small sympathetic pout on your lips
“aw, look at you, so desperate you’re making a mess of yourself”, you pointed out the drool on his face and all the precut dripping from his tip, the glide so smooth and wet it sounded incredibly lewd, his moans almost pornographic
“Im- bi-bitte Liebling, may I cum? bitte— please? im so close”, he was so close to crying, his tip an angry red from all the uncomfortable friction of his underwear on it and from the edging, and you considered it for a few seconds, enjoying the loud and pleading whines he let out
when you were satisfied with his begging you told him to go ahead, cum all over himself like the dirty dog he is, broken moans and ‘thank you’s falling from his lips, his hand stroking quickly over his cock until its pace faltered, his cum spilling over his hand and his thighs, the sudden burst of liquid so hard that it got over the front of his shirt too, his body shaking in pleasure, his hand fisting and pumping his length until every drop was pushed out, and he was panting, loud breaths and broken moans falling from his lips
you stroked his cheek, admiring his heavy lids and the way his mouth was parted, you leaned down and gave him a soft kiss on his soft lips humming another few compliments and praises under your breath, before you grabbed some tissues and helped clean him up, his head a little fuzzy from pleasure
you took care of him, helped tuck himself back into his pants and grabbed a pillow to put under his knees, he might enjoy the pain, but his knees are a little sensitive after all the years fighting, so you give him the relief of the soft material, letting him nuzzle his face into your thighs, petting and stroking his face and hair for as long as he needs, after all, he’s your sweet boy before he’s your dog
{hi lovelies, how are yall? this got out of hand, like i wasn’t planning on making it long but then my hands couldn’t stop and this came out, uhmmmm i hope yall like it tho also the soft ending was completely unplanned but i couldn’t bring myself to delete it, hope it doesn’t ruin the vibes
