#konig call of duty

[starboykel]

König was still getting used to office work; this wasn't his way of working. He would rather smack the shit out of someone instead of being sat in a desk for the whole day and dealing with paperwork.

Wearing a tie and suit wasn't his thing; he kind of missed the weight of the gear on his body and the uniform that was all sweaty and dirty by the end of the day.

But you, you make it less miserable. You were the one to make sure he was ready to go, his sweet wife that makes his life worth living and that he loves with all his heart.

You always enjoyed tying his tie before he went to work, and he always enjoyed watching you. It was so adorable seeing his sweet wife so focused, with your tongue peeking out of your lips and your brow furrowed (the way you tie isn't the greatest, but he won't tell you that; he loves you too much). And then giving him a little kiss before he goes to work.

Last night, he arrived late, and when he got home, you were already sleeping and dinner was cold. He had to heat it up in the microwave and eat without you, had to wash the dishes without you, had to shower without you, and just then, he could cuddle your warm, soft body. He wanted more; he was needier that night, but, maybe you had a bad day, were tired or something, he didn't want to wake you up, having to take care of himself alone in the bathroom. He never imagined he would ever do anything like that again after getting married, but, oh well, he doesn't want to bother his sweet wife, who was always so caring and loving.

In the morning, everything went as usual; you cooked him breakfast while he showered. Of course, he called you to help him with his tie, the innocent sweet thing you always did before saying goodbye. But he was restless, his leg shaking, breathing a little too heavily, and the hands on your waist a bit too tight.

Fuck it, you looked too irresistible helping him like that, looking too cute tying your husband's tie, tongue peeking out, eyebrows furrowed, hands slightly touching his chest.

All of a sudden, he picks you up and throws you in the bed, the bulge in his pants now looking a lot more obvious...

Let's just say you had to help him with his clothes again and that he was late to work.

[amaranthinespirit]

Hi u hope it's not too weird but I love your writing and I wanted to ask if you'd be down to write könig who got a but chubby under the readers cooking?

könig getting softer after retirement

he's been retired for a few months now, taking the time to laze around the house and spend more time with his pretty missus, except he's noticed one thing.

back when he was in the military, he was fit, in shape with sharp muscles and defined abs that you loved to run your tongue down. he had worked hard for years, reflected greatly in his physique, with beefy arms, brute chest and thick thighs. his skin also littered with scars that you kissed every night.

now he was home with you. after years of deployments, he decided he wanted to settle back with you for the rest of his life. he had gotten lazy after retirement, spending more days on the couch watching a telegram program with you on his arm, or fucking you stupid on every surface of the house—the only real exercise he's gotten in months. while he is a man of discipline and routine, he just wants to make up for the lost time he spent away from you.

so his physique might've slipped away from him, but you can't blame him! he has a cute wife that spends countless time in the kitchen—definitely not due to the fact he's got you bent over the countertop. your food is heavenly, and it doesn't help the man eats enough for an entire army. sometimes you'd excuse yourself from the table, pushing the plate in his direction with the excuse, "i'm full," but once he found out you were lying about that, he made you cum more than you could count on both hands.

but if only all the fucking could help with the weight he's gained.

he's gotten softer.

his abs now have a smooth layer of fat over them, the skin stretched with marks, and you can see his soft gut through his mouth-wateringly tight shirts.

His thick arms only got beefier, a thing you loved because you could now sink your teeth into the plushy flesh—he doesn't know why you like it, he just goes along with it because it makes you happy.

and his thighs. his. thighs. they got impossibly bigger, you could mistake them for tree trunks, decorated with more stretch marks that you adored and kissed every time you got on your knees for him.

he sees how much you like his softer figure, muscles still strong under the extra layers of fat, and it's definitely not like his staminas been affected in anyway.

so he'll continue devouring your food like his stomach is a bottomless pit, and make sure his wife is stuffed full too—in more ways than one. he'll rub a large, calloused hand over your food baby. his grin devilous as he coos.

"now how about I put a real baby in there, hm?"

[aeplern]

YOUR HUSBAND KÖNIG

husband!könig who grabs your hair with one hand, while the other rests on your hip as he’s fucking you from behind. letting out soft groans as he looked down at you, “you did this to yourself, shatz.” he mumbled, thrusting his cock deeper into you, your walls gripping his shaft like a suction cup, earning some groans from him.

husband!könig “couldn’t even keep your neediness under control, trying to disturb me while i was…working.” he groaned, slamming his hips against yours as you moaned loudly. “kö…’m sorry! i couldn’t help myself…” you whined.

husband!könig “no baby, keep your sorry’s. because i’m going to fuck you until you learn, you wanted it so take it!” he growled, pulling out of you for a moment to flip you onto your back as he stared down at you, “keep your eyes on me, y’hear?”

husband!könig who grabs your jaw every time you look away from him, wanting to look into your pretty eyes as he fucks you dumb. “i love you, y’know that. and you also know what happens when you interrupt me when i’m working.” he hissed, you nodded looking up at him as you weakly gripped his forearms. “i know, i’m s-sorry! i just missed you so much..”

husband!könig who can’t stay mad at his pretty girl, his perfect baby who has an adorable pout on her lips while he fucks her right. “you’re lucky you’re cute.” he smirked, leaning forward to kiss your neck, leaving a few hickeys behind.

[codnasties]

director!konig 🗡 (🌽 link)

after a long time in the industry, porn director!konig stopped choosing the actresses for his movies personally. when he started, he did, like the little pervert he actually is, but the same old thing ends up getting boring, and it's not as exciting as it once was.

but there is an exception: if he sees your name between the one's that applied for the audition, man will be at the place where auditions are held in the blink of an eye, sitting behind the desk in that room with and autoritative air to him.

all of that because you are his sweet eye candy, the one he loves to get a taste of with the excuse of making sure that you are going to be at the level he requires. making you strip down as he spreads his legs wider to make sure that you get to see his rock hard cock.

it never stops at just stripping. he makes you finger yourself in front of him. 'gotta make sure that you will play the scene nicely' he says, as he rubs his bulge through his jeans. getting up one he sees you are about to cum, kneeleing in front of you and replacing your fingers with his mouth. eating you out as he starts getting rid of his clothes. that first orgasm he pulls out to of you only the first of many, since he makes you stand up before him, making you arch your back as he pushes himself in.

you don't get the role, but that's because he would rather be the one fucking you instead of some lame excuse of a bloke.

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

I absolutely NEED more oh konig and hyper reader. It’s SO FREAKING CUTE AHHHHHH I need to see date three and more of them😝<3

Hold My Hand or I Will Fall (On Purpose)

Pairing: König x Hyper!Reader

Warnings: Fluff overload, suggestive banter, König being dangerously close to combusting, reader is a menace with a smile, roller skating shenanigans, mild swearing, blushing, accidental lap sitting, emotional tension, König overthinking everything, reader having zero chill

Author's Note: König has no defenses against a hyper!Reader in love, and this poor man is just trying his best while you’re busy spinning right into his heart (and lap).

Summary: It’s Date Three, and you take König roller skating. He’s nervous. You’re pure chaos. But in the before and after, something a little deeper starts to bloom—and neither of you are ready for just how real this is getting.

Masterlist

MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+

——

König sat on the edge of his bed, staring blankly at the open drawer in front of him like it had personally offended him.

He had no idea what to wear.

How does one dress for roller skating with the sun incarnate?

You had texted him 47 emojis and a single line:

Sugar Rush 🍫💕: Be ready at 7. Bring knee pads or a will. LOVE YOU BYEEEEEE

Love you.

You said love you.

You probably meant it casually. Of course you did.

Right?

He was sweating.

Eventually, he settled on black joggers, a hoodie, and prayed to every deity known to man that he wouldn’t fall flat on his face and lose the only person who made his heart beat like a war drum.

He opened the front door at 7 sharp.

You were already bouncing on your toes in the driveway, skates in hand.

Wearing a crop top with a sparkly cartoon frog on it and the biggest grin he’d ever seen.

“I’m gonna break your kneecaps with affection,” you said brightly.

König blushed. “Please don’t.”

“No promises.”

——

König had seen war.

He had jumped out of helicopters, kicked in doors, and stared death in the face.

But nothing—nothing—prepared him for the words you just said:

“We’re going roller skating!”

He blinked. “…We’re doing what?”

You spun in your seat in the car, holding up a pair of glittery pink socks. “Roller. Skating. You said you’d go wherever I wanted for Date Three. And I want neon lights, 80s music, and to watch your giant tactical body try to stay upright on four wheels.”

He stared at you in disbelief.

You batted your lashes. “Don’t worry. If you fall, I’ll catch you.”

“…You are half my size.”

“Emotionally? I’m stronger.”

You winked. He covered his face with one hand and groaned softly.

At the rink, you were already lacing up your skates, bouncing like you were powered by caffeine and sugar alone. König sat next to you, still visibly regretting every decision that had led to this moment.

“You’re scared,” you teased.

“I am a sniper,” he muttered. “And this… this is terrifying.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“I am nearly seven feet tall.”

“So if you fall, you’ll make a cool THUD.”

He gave you a slow, side-eye glare. “That’s not comforting.”

You stood up on your skates and nearly slipped before catching yourself. “Okay, okay—first rule of skating with me: hold my hand at all times.”

“That is not a rule.”

“It is if you want me to stop fake falling just to land in your arms.”

His ears turned red. “…That is evil.”

You held out your hand with a dazzling grin. “Come on, gentle giant. Let’s skate.”

He took your hand like it was made of glass. Slowly. Carefully. Like you were the one who needed saving.

But it was him who was doomed.

You dragged him out onto the rink, your glitter socks poking out of your skates, your laughter echoing off the walls. You skated backward in front of him, holding both his hands, grinning up at him like he hung the damn moon.

“You’re doing so good!” you beamed.

“I am going to die,” he said through gritted teeth.

“You’re just mad because I’m cuter on wheels than you.”

He looked down at you, eyes crinkling behind his mask. “…You are very cute.”

You promptly skated into a wall.

König gasped and grabbed you before you could fall. “Are you okay?!”

You looked up at him with big eyes and an even bigger grin. “You just said I’m very cute.”

His entire face turned red. “I—I did not—”

“You did. It’s okay. I’m adorable, I know.”

You leaned in, nose brushing his chest, hand still in his. He was stiff as a board, like he didn’t know whether to run or melt into the floor.

You tugged his arm. “Come on. You haven’t even tried the spin yet.”

He blinked. “The what.”

You didn’t answer.

You just grabbed both his hands, leaned back, and started spinning in the center of the rink, laughing as he tried to keep up. The momentum pulled you in a dizzy circle, your skates a blur, your hands gripped in his like he was the only anchor in the world.

Then you tripped.

And landed squarely in his lap.

Right in the middle of the rink.

Dead center.

König’s mask was pushed halfway up from the fall, exposing flushed cheeks and parted lips.

You, ever the menace, smirked. “Well. This escalated quickly.”

He made a noise that might’ve been a whimper.

You leaned closer. “I could kiss you right now.”

He stared at you like a man on the verge of cardiac arrest. “…You shouldn’t say things like that.”

“Why?”

“…Because I want you to.”

You beamed.

So you kissed him. Right there. On the rink floor, in your glitter socks and skates, while the speakers blasted Madonna and the disco ball spun overhead.

And when you pulled back, he whispered, “You are going to be the death of me.”

You patted his cheek. “Not before Date Four, babe.”

Later, when he walked you back to your door, his hands hovering like he wanted to touch you but didn’t know how, you turned and pulled him down by the collar.

“I had fun,” you whispered.

“…Even when you fell on me?”

“Especially when I fell on you.”

He grinned, boyish and shy. “I am… planning the next one.”

Your eyes sparkled. “Really?”

He nodded. “Something quiet. For us.”

Your heart melted.

You leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Better be ready, big guy. Because if there’s not snacks, I riot.”

He laughed.

You grabbed him my his arm and dragged him inside.

——

You were sitting on your couch in mismatched pajamas, face still flushed from laughter, hair wild from your helmet, feet in König’s lap as he rubbed your sore ankles like it was instinct.

He’d taken off his hoodie. (You ended up stealing it as a keep sake to wear)

You were doing everything in your power not to crawl into his lap like a sleepy cat and purr.

“I can’t believe you actually spun with me,” you murmured, toes wiggling against his thigh.

“I thought I was going to die,” he admitted.

“You didn’t.”

“You landed in my lap.”

“You’re welcome.”

He glanced at you then, gaze soft but weighted. “I’ve never met anyone like you.”

You grinned. “What, because I’m cute and a menace?”

“Because you make everything feel…” He hesitated. “Less scary.”

Your smile faltered for just a second—but in the most melty way. “König.”

He cleared his throat. “Sorry. That was—”

“No. No, it wasn’t too much.” You sat up, scooted close, your legs draped over his lap. “You know what I think?”

He shook his head slowly.

You poked his chest. “I think you’re secretly the bravest person I know. And you’re letting me in. That means more than you think.”

His ears went bright red.

You leaned in. “Also, you’re definitely falling in love with me.”

His mouth parted—then closed.

You kissed his cheek.

“…I might be,” he whispered.

You smiled. “Good. Because I’m definitely already there.”

He pulled you into his lap without another word, arms wrapped tight, face tucked into your shoulder like he’d finally found the safest place on Earth.

You both fell asleep like that.

The frog on your shirt smiled too.

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

[lily-lovelyy]

Thinking about Simon or Konig giving you an aphrodisiac without you knowing 🤭

(I wrote this when I was half asleep, this is all consensual, just didn't write it out sorry 🙏🏻)

Ghost

Earlier in the day, Ghost had given you some chocolate to help some of your normal cravings. It was ovulation week, and you were craving so much dark chocolate you thought you'd explode.

Simon only gave you a little piece, but you snuck into your room and found the bar. And ate it. The whole thing.

Simon didn't walk in on you, but he subtly noticed your face turning beet red and the way you fondled with his hands. You definitely got his attention whenever you started whining and pulling his hand down to your crotch.

"Someone's needy, huh?" He taunted, before throwing you over his shoulder and leading you into your shared bedroom. He slammed you down onto the bed, and you were already a panting mess. The light reflecting off of the foil wrapper got his attention, and he smirked at you.

"looks like we're going to have a long night tonight, huh bunny?"

Konig

He had seen an article on aphrodisiac candies, and he decided for fun to purchase some. He read the instructions, and it said to only consume one, but he figured two wouldn't do much harm...right?

About 30 minutes later, you had been in bed, already pushing up your skirt passed your hips and spreading your legs, whimpering just at the sight of Konig watching you.

You pulled your panties to the side, showing him your already dripping cunt and he smiled at you, groaning at the sight. "Already this horny for me, maus?" He snickered, before climbing over you and kissing you on your neck, making you a panting mess with just a few wet kisses.

'this will be fun...' he thought

[oaksgrove]

Just the Two of Us

pairing: Husband!König x Reader

synopsis: Some nights are made for quiet intimacy—the soft glow of candlelight, the distant crackle of an old record, and the warmth of two souls moving in perfect harmony. König has never been a man of grand gestures, but in the safety of your embrace, with your body swaying against his, he doesn't need words to tell you what you already know.

warnings: König being a giant but ridiculously gentle husband, A hint of spice but mostly warmth and devotion

word count: 947

The house was steeped in silence—not the kind that was empty or lonely, but one that thrummed with warmth, with something deep and unspoken filling the space between heartbeats.

It was late. The kind of hour where the world felt distant, where time stretched and softened, where nothing existed beyond these walls. The gentle crackle of a record player spun through the dimly lit room, the melody low and slow, wrapping around you both like a whispered secret.

And then—his hands.

Large, calloused, warm.

One resting firm at your waist, fingers curling just slightly, the other cradling yours with infinite care, reverence in every touch. As if you were something fragile. Something precious. König's presence surrounded you, his touch grounding yet electrifying, a contradiction wrapped in devotion.

"Dance with me, liebling," he murmured, lips barely grazing your temple, his voice a deep, velvety hush against your skin.

He pulled you into the slow sway of the music, guiding you with effortless ease. Your body moved in sync with his, drawn into the rhythm, into the heat of him. There was no rush, no urgency—just the quiet intimacy of being close, of feeling the steady thrum of his heart against your own.

His voice rumbled low in his chest, the vibrations sinking into your skin. "Do you remember our first dance?"

A soft smile played at your lips, eyes fluttering shut as you let yourself melt into him. "How could I forget?"

It was your wedding day. You could still see it—the way his hands had trembled when he first held you, his massive frame taut with nerves, his desperate attempt to move with grace despite the overwhelming emotions pressing against his ribs. The way his breath had shuddered against your cheek, the sheer weight of his love filling the space between you.

And the way he had looked at you.

Like you were the only thing in the world.

Like he couldn’t believe you were real.

His grip tightened at your waist, pulling you closer—so close you could feel every inch of him, every ripple of tension beneath his skin.

"I was so nervous," he admitted, chuckling softly, his breath warm against your ear. "I thought I might step on your feet."

You laughed, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. "You did."

König groaned, pressing his forehead against yours, lips hovering just above yours. "I did not."

"You absolutely did, love." You teased, dragging your fingers along the nape of his neck, feeling the slight shiver that rippled through him at your touch.

His chest rumbled with a quiet huff, but then—that rare, boyish grin tugged at his lips, the one that made your heart stutter and your stomach flip.

"You still married me," he murmured, voice softer now, thick with something reverent.

Your hands slid up his chest, fingers tracing the steady, strong beat of his heart beneath the thin material of his shirt.

"I’d marry you a thousand times over."

His breath hitched, his grip tightening just slightly—just enough to make you feel the restraint in his movements, the way he held back the sheer need pressing beneath his skin.

His hands roamed lower, pressing against the curve of your hips as he guided you into a slow, deliberate sway. Every movement was intentional. His touch was firmer now, possessive, his body pressing just a little closer. The music swelled around you, but you barely heard it—not over the way your pulse pounded in your ears, not over the way he was looking at you now.

Like he wanted to devour you.

His voice dipped, thick and rough. "I was terrified that day." His lips ghosted over your cheek, his nose brushing against your temple. "I wanted everything to be perfect for you."

Your fingers threaded through his hair, nails scratching lightly against his scalp, and he inhaled sharply, a sound that sent heat curling deep in your stomach.

"It was perfect," you whispered. "Because it was you."

König let out a breath, ragged, unsteady. Then his hands were sliding up your back, pulling you flush against him. The heat of his body was dizzying, the scent of him—warm spice, musk, something purely him—sinking into your skin.

The song played on, wrapping around you both, slow and steady.

König dipped his head, pressing a lingering kiss to your shoulder. Then your collarbone. Then just beneath your ear. Each one softer than the last, each one sending shivers cascading down your spine.

"Liebling," he rasped, his voice frayed with something thick, something desperate.

You smiled, tilting your head so your lips barely ghosted over his jaw, teasing, taunting, promising.

"What is it, my love?"

He exhaled sharply, his grip tightening for just a second—just long enough for you to feel the full force of his restraint, the hunger curling beneath his skin. His hands traced the length of your back, slow and deliberate, mapping every dip and curve like he was memorizing you all over again.

His mouth found your shoulder once more, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your skin, teeth grazing lightly, just enough to make you gasp.

"I love you," he breathed, the words almost reverent, almost pleading.

Your fingers curled into his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan against your skin, low and deep.

"Show me."

His breath shuddered.

And then—his lips.

Soft. Slow. Impossibly deep.

His kiss stole the air from your lungs, left you weightless in his arms, the world fading away until there was nothing left but the heat of him, the taste of him, the way he consumed you with every brush of his lips, every sigh, every touch.

Only him.

Only this.

Only love.

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[avviiov]

The Eiffel Tower. If you know, you know. 🤭💕

[luertrigo]

König's probably that type of guy who isn't even aware bisexuality is a thing. He just eats whatever falls on his plate and it doesn't matter if it's a cute woman or a random Seargent at base. He's never been picky about anything, not even about the gender of his partners. He's a man, after all, and men have needs — as long as they're fullfilled, it doesn't matter who's doing the service.

This guy has been clapping some soldier cheeks ever since the dawn of time I don't care

[luvbabydoll]

I just started reading your stories and I am SOOO enchanted. They perfectly encapsulate everything I love. It’s so nice to finally read stories where the MC acts like me.I was wondering if it’s alright if I made a request if not that’s totally okay! With Konig,Ghost, Keegan or Soap (those are my favs 🤭). I love stories with a bit of CNC,being tied up, praise/Degradation,marriage and I have fallen in LOVE with you bunny & Puppy thing. Do with all that what you will, your the professional here. Thank you so so much XXX I love your works!!

thank you so much!!! i’m glad you enjoy my stuff! i tried a bit with the accents so hopefully it’s not too bad!

könig

you’re on your knees in front of him, the weight of the restraints pulling at your wrists as he towers above you, his mask only adding to the intensity of his presence. his voice rumbles low, thick with his accent.

"such a good little bunny for me," he murmurs, his voice deep and commanding as his finger traces down your cheek. "tied up like this... i could do whatever i want with you. and you vould let me, wouldn’t you?" his tone is teasing, yet full of authority, like he owns every part of you.

"you’ve been so patient, so obedient." his hands tighten the ropes, a small smirk hidden behind his mask. "i love seeing you like this, helpless yet eager. you won’t disappoint me now, will you?" his grip pulls at the ropes, making you squirm. the praise is soothing, but the undertone of dominance leaves you aching for more. you are nothing but his, a mere plaything to be molded at his will.

simon “ghost” riley

you feel his hands on your hips, holding you firmly as you're bent over the edge of the bed. the tight restraints on your wrists leave you helpless as his breath brushes against your ear.

"little bunny," he sneers softly, the deep rumble of his accent sending a shiver down your spine. "you’re so fuckin’ eager to please, aren’t you?" his words drip with both praise and mockery, and you can feel the smirk on his lips. "but look at you now... all tied up, waitin’ for me to take what i want. you know what you are, don’t you?"

he pulls your head back, his fingers gripping your hair harshly. "you’ll learn your place soon enough. learn what it means to be mine." his voice is thick with possession, and you know there’s no escape from his dominance.

keegan p. russ

"you’ve been so good, puppy," keegan growls, his voice dark and dripping with authority as he watches you squirm, tied up and helpless. his hands are rough, tugging you into position so you’re even more exposed to him. his voice is low and demanding.

"such a good little thing for me," he purrs, pressing a kiss to your neck before pulling back. "i could keep you like this forever... tied up, always ready for me." his grip on your wrists tightens, reminding you that you belong to him.

"you’re mine, to do with as i please," he says, his voice commanding and possessive. he smacks your ass hard, causing you to flinch and moan. "and you’re gonna be a good puppy, aren’t you?" his voice deepens with a growl, pushing you further into submission.

johnny “soap” mactavish

you’re sitting on his lap, tied up with your back against his chest. soap��s hands are rough as he plays with the ropes around your wrists, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers in his thick scottish accent.

"look at ye, all tied up like a wee puppy," he teases, his fingers tapping your chin, making you look up at him. "yer so damn cute when yer helpless, ye know that?" his words are a mix of affection and playful degradation, his voice deep and rich with a sense of possessiveness.

"yer mine, always. but don’t think yer off the hook, little puppy." his fingers stroke your cheek gently before trailing down to your neck, tightening slightly as he pulls you closer. "ye’re gonna learn what it means to be mine, aye?" his voice grows darker with a mischievous grin. "i’ll make sure o’ that."

[ricemerc]

— You better not try to run, kleinе Maus.

Vampire König has been waiting for your blood since Halloween, so he's very, very hungry /ᐠ-⩊-ᐟ\

[roninkyss]

MMMMFHFGGH :33

[motomamita]

college!bf!könig × female!reader

warnings: +18, smut, risky sex!

college!boyfriend!könig fucking you in his room, not caring that his roommate is there. He wrapped his strong arms around you, making sure you didn't escape anywhere while one of his hands covered your mouth.

"shh, be quiet, honey." He murmurs in your ear with his hoarse voice. "You don't want him to realize what's going on here."

both of your eyes are locked on the other boy in the room, who has his back to you at his desk working on his essay, having no idea what's going on behind him. König had developed a taste for fucking you in places where both of you could be discovered, his bedroom being his favorite place.

könig's thick cock slowly entered and exited your pussy, hitting your most sensitive spot with each thrust and making you moan lightly. Your thighs were wet as were his balls, making a sticky sound every time he entered you. His roommate continued working, totally focused on his laptop despite both of you moaning.

"i'm sweating... Let me cool off." In one movement König removed the blanket that covered you both, leaving you completely exposed.

you tried to cover yourself but he held your wrists with one of his hands while the other grabbed your leg. König increased the speed of his thrusts, fucking you as if you were the only ones in the room. Without a blanket over you, the sounds of your bodies colliding could be heard clearly as well as the moans that escaped your mouth. His cock moved in and out of you at a cruel, totally pleasurable pace that made you completely forget that anyone else was there with you.

it wasn't enough for your orgasm to come, followed by König's who grunted as he filled your insides with his hot semen. When you managed to calm down you looked at the roommate who was now wearing his headphones and playing music at full volume. he had definitely heard you. oops!

[konigsfavgirl]

könig will cage you in his sleep, just so you know :3

[whocaresabouttactical]

eat me whole