(Slight Smut??)
"I hope whatever god you believe in doesn't answer your prayers' for mercy when I get you in bed tonight"
König mumbled as he dragged you back to the van where everyone else was waiting in the back.
You were assigned to navigate a course in under an hour to find your way back to camp. It had been 3 hours past the end time, you tired and scared if you were even going to be found but there came you very angry knight in shining armor, honking the horn of the vehicle to lead you towards it. All of that work for you to come scurrying over to the van. Tired and hungry.
"Whyyy! Do you guys have snacks back here?"
König shoved you into the back with the rest of the group so he could shut the door. The whole ride back was very loud and bumpy but you were happy that they had fruit snacks hidden under the seats, good hiding spot from the higher ups.
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You curled up on the couch underneath your blanket, you really didn't want to see what he had meant and you weren't going to test your luck by trying to go to sleep in that bed.
"(Y/N), are you really going to stay there all night, don't be afraid sweetie. You know I love you"
His accent was thick in his groggy voice. He had been so eerie ever since you entered that front door, his little words putting you on edge.
"Come to bed, I'm not going to let you sleep so easily."
He had somehow got so close to you without you even noticing, his strong arms pulling you up and off of the couch, the blanket you had around you fell off of you and onto the floor, guess this is the end. You watched as the ground below you changed, leading you into your bedroom, the plush rug catching your eye. At least there might be something to focus on while this man does whatever he was planning.
"Stay."
He placed you down on the bed and went to his desk, grabbing a small box that was hidden under it. You had never even noticed that box before...Do I want to know what's in it? You backed up on the bed, getting comfortable in the middle of the bed.
He loomed over you with the box in hand, back and forth back and forth he walked, the box being tosses from one hand to another, the stuff inside rattling around when it was cauht in his other hand.
"Now tell me, do you enjoy fucking up?"
You watched the box go from hand to hand before stopping in his right.
"I don't do it on purpose..."
His hands opened the box up, his hands shuffling the stuff around. You felt your freeze reflex kick in, the fear in your eyes was obvious to the man that stood over you.
"Strip, I want it all off when I walk back into this room."
You watched him leave the room, the door wide open. You shook your head and pulled at your shorts, did you really want to do this? Yeah...The fear is getting to me but what's in that damn box.
You pulled off your clothing as you rethought what you were going to be put through, was this really going to make you regret it or was he fucking with you? You tossed your clothing off of your bed, your forearm covering your chest.
You sat there for what felt like hours but in reality it was just a few minutes, his footsteps echoed in your brain as he stepped back into the room. He placed the small box down on his night stand.
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"I hate when you fuck up on assignments but I love how you don't deny your punishment. It feels like you do all this on purpose."
