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credince--writes · 1 year

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Would König ever get rough with "reader"? Like he thinks his size and strength is intimidating enough he doesn't want to be too rough so he's always gentle until they practically beg him to be rougher.

One Would Think

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One would think the large man would have reservations about his strength, it is rare he is able to be soft. To be gentle.

König x Fem!Reader (More medic prompt because I am a one-trick pony)

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One would think the large man would have reservations about his strength, it is rare he is able to be soft.

To be gentle.

The reservations of his touch- nearly hesitant some nights. Others gripping and grasping, tugging on your flesh as if he constantly questioned if this was real.

It all spiraled from a moment of weakness. Medics weren't supposed to be injured, after all. The transport (of you, as well as some supplies) had been ambushed as you moved through the desert.

You were out in the wilderness for three days.

For three days you clung to the truck's corners- barely slept. The dwindled supplies and caked-on blood and dust holding the seams of you together.

Finally, they had exfiled you.

The radio chatter was confirmed with the sound of trucks approaching, hesitantly popping your head out as if you were a groundhog peeking for its shadow.

König was there, exiting his own truck and stalking toward you before grabbing hold of your shoulder and squeezing.

He wasn't one for much PDA- but you knew what he meant.

You were dog tired, and by the time you'd both crawled out of the shower (him half holding you up, washing your hair, and kissing every inch of skin possible in the small space) you'd both made it into the room.

Your room.

Our room.

You'd managed to escape with just some bruised ribs, you'd laughed dryly at the thought of 'just'. You can't remember how many times you'd said the phrase yourself. But feeling it was entirely different. It wasn't just- but you suppose it just was.

You leaned into König, hands trailing up onto his shoulders and leaning in for a kiss. Soft, slow, capturing the small sound of surprise he'd make as you leaned forward and cupped his cock through his shorts.

He reached for you, then stop.

"You're hurt." He protested, quietly trying not to push. His paws for hands barely hovering over your skin.

"Stop." You replied. "Stop-" You sighed out. "Just for tonight- I... I don't want to feel weak. Don't coddle me, unless I ask."

His head leaned forward, forehead against forehead.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"I want to feel you, but I don't want to be treated like glass- just-" You paused, trying to find the correct words.

"I don't think you are weak, Shatz." He nearly whispered out.

"Then show me."

His hand lowered, grabbing hold of your hip and pulling you closer into him- pressing your tits against his chest. He started moving, walking you back up to the bed and pushing you down against the soft surface.

As your back hit the bed, you suddenly felt your body flipping over- your tummy slapping against the bed and your ribs screaming. Letting out a whine of pain at the unexpected pressure against your injured rips, he leans forward, back draping against you.

"Are you sure?" He asks, once more cautiously dragging his hand down the expanse of your spine.

"Please."

His hand slid down the spine, over the swell of your ass, and a single finger pushed into your cunt without a tease, pumping into it lazily as he spoke into your ear. "When I heard about the ambush I was so worried about you Shatz." He exhaled, the familiar sneer finding its way into his voice and you could visualize perfectly the little twitch of his lip quirking upward. "They made me wait three, fucking, days."

He slipped another finger into your cunt, pumping it in and curling it up against that spot.

All you could do was open your mouth and pant.

"So imagine how I feel walking up to that truck and finding you- injured- covered in dirt and blood?" He questions, pushing his hip against your ass and dragging his clothes cock against it.

"H... How did you feel?" You gasped out, a particularly cruel curl of his fingers as he ground his cock into your back.

"I wanted to kill, Shatz."

There it was.

That voice-

The one you'd only hear with him in the field, maybe once or twice after a particularly bad mission.

The sneer.

The cockiness.

He only ever spoke to you in a calm tone- muted. Sure, you'd catch a faux sneer or a cackling laugh. The glint that shone in his eyes when he could smell fear.

But he never directed it at you.

"But I wanted to take care of my kleiner Arzt, so I took you home."

"Yea." You moaned, leaning your head back and feeling your ear brush against the side of his face.

"So I am taking care of you, am I not?" He pumped his fingers, thumb reaching up and spiraling around your clit.

The feeling of his thumb pushing against the bundle of nerves made your entire body clench- a squelching sound mingling with the whine of pain escaping your throat as your chest tightened.

"Ah, I am taking care of you. Your pussy is so wet..." He fell silent, testing his fingers in and out. Completely pulling them out before plunging them back in. "You like it, no?"

"I like it! König please-"

"I knew you liked it, I can feel your cunt tightening around my fingers." He stated, so matter-o-factly it felt like he was testing you, speaking down to you like you were too dumb to really know what you liked or not.

His fingers left you, and you nearly whined at the loss of him. He must've noticed the confused frown falling on your features, his free hand snaking up around your throat and lifting your body flush against his as he stood back up. Pushing his knees onto the mattress as your bare back became flush with his chest. A finger from your neck curling up and tucking itself into your mouth, pushing down on your tongue and forcing your mouth to hang open.

His hand pulled from your cunt and yanked down the waistband of his shorts, cock springing free in the process as he grabbed it, leading the head to press up against your entrance.

"Show me how badly you want it." He urged, accent thick with lust.

His hand gripped your hip, and you nearly saw white spots in your vision as his hand squeezed around your neck. The pads of his fingers on your hip digging into your skin- harsher than you'd ever felt before.

You rocked, desperately back down onto his cock, shifting your hips back and forth and letting out little moans and groans of effort as his large cock speared into you.

"Is that it?" He questions, the snark dripping from his voice as his hand left your throat and let your body drop forward onto the bed. Your arms reach out to catch yourself but his hand grabs the back of your head and shoves it down into the mattress.

He snaps his hips back and forward once, fully sheathing himself inside your tight heat.

He groans, head leaning down and panting hot breaths against the shell of your ear. "So good for me." He praises. There's a slight tremble to his hands as the hand on your hip detaches, grabbing onto the soft flesh of your sides, pushing up against your breasts, and grabbing hold of your nipples.

"Let me take care of you Shatz, make you feel good." He says so sweetly, rocking his hips back and forth as you acclimate to his size. The wet squelch of your pussy fills the void expanse of sound in the room.

You felt it, the back slide of him easing back. The hesitancy in his voice, trembling in his hands.

Your arm reached back, hooking around the back of his neck as you pushed your back flush against his chest, leaning to the side and capturing his mouth in a kiss.

Tounges meeting and fight against one another, a thick trail of saliva connecting your mouths as you lean back panting for breath.

"König, please." You whine.

"Please, what, Shatz?" He asks, nudging his mouth against your neck as he starts to suck up your neck.

"I can feel you holding back."

He doesn't respond for a moment, as if he was trapped in his thoughts as he continued to rock back and forth slowly.

The shift happens in an instant.

His hand reaches up, wrapping his fingers into your hair, and yanks your head to the side.

Then he bites down on your shoulder before pulling his cock out and pistoning back into you.

You can feel the tremble again, as if his whole body is vibrating with energy as his thrusts become rougher, snapping in and out of you.

The pull of your hair back as he continues to suck on the soft skin of your neck, makes your insides flutter with the combination of sensations.

You choke out a whine when his cock rams against that spot deep within you, your head trying to lean back against him. Chest heaving with the dull throb of pain in your ribs as you try to catch your breath.

"Thought I was going to lose you, Shatz." He speaks, and his voice cracks. His grip was so firm you were sure there would be the handprint remnants of the bruising, desperate grip on your body.

"I can't lose you," he adds to it, hand dropping down and finger circling your clit.

You weren't present in your body, it felt like. It was as if you were on cloud nine, the feeling of his strong grip grounding you to the present. Making it feel so real- letting you know that this was real.

That he was here.

That you were okay.

Your body tenses- constantly rubberbanding from going limp to tense at a moment's notice. The cord pulls tight in your stomach as you try to shy away from his hand on your cunt, the burning build of pleasure becoming too much.

"Cum for me, I know you're close." He growls in your ear.

It'd be rude not to listen when he asks like that.

He follows soon after, the deep grunts with the thrust of his hips.

He pants, leaning forward with his arms caging in around you so he doesn't put any unnecessary weight on your chest.

"Are you ok?" He asks, a mild worry poorly hidden in his tone.

"M'good." You mumble, rolling over and letting out a wince at the groan of your ribs. "Never better." You add.

He reaches forward, pulling you close and holding you to his chest as he pulls one of his shirts over your body. Helping with your arms as you start to become much more aware of how much pain you were in.

"We shouldn't have done that." He says, hands going back to the constantly hovering, never touching.

"I'm the doctor here." You reply, groaning and laying down.

"I don't want to break my doctor." He replies.

You snicker. "Can always get a new one."

He tenses- gaze hardening as he cups your face.

"I never want a new one, mein kleiner Arzt."

#könig x reader #könig x you #mwii #call of duty mw2 #Konig x reader #konig x reader smut #konig imagine #Konig x Reader- Shatz

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p1nkprincess444 · 10 days

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• ｡⋆𓇼˚ ℱ𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝒯𝒾𝓂ℯ - 𝒦ℴ𝓃𝒾𝑔 {𝒞𝒪𝒟} ˚ 𓇼⋆ ｡ •

female!reader x konig

word count: 965

contents: 18+, aftercare

You laid on top of König as you two watched a movie on the couch, while he gently stroked your hair. You looked up at him as you felt something pressing against your thigh. As you looked up at König his cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

“ I’m sorry mein liebe, ” König sat up pulling you along with him so you were in his lap. “ I- I know we had an agreement, but- but what if we tried again, ” he murmured softly as he stroked your cheek with his thumb.

At the beginning of your relationship with König, you both had agreed not to have sex. It’s not that you both didn’t want to but you were a virgin and his cock was nearly 12 inches long. After almost two years though he couldn’t handle not being able to fuck you.

König gently kissed down your neck as he slid off your clothes. “ Bitte mein Schatz, ” he looked up at you with his dark blue eyes pleading with you as he kissed your inner thighs. You gave into him as he slid down your panties, “ danke meine liebe.”

König lapped at your soaked cunt as lewd sounds slipped past your lips. Your head fell back against the couch as your eyes fluttered shut. König slipped one of his thick calloused fingers inside of you, it made you feel so full it made you wonder how his cock would feel.

“ Liebe I- I’m going to add another, ” he said as he lifted his head for a moment before moving back to swirl his tongue around your clit.

König pushed another one of his thick fingers inside of you stretching you open. You let out a soft whimper as he stretched you out but your mind immediately went blank as his fingers hit the perfect spot making your hips buck into his face. I moaned louder and louder as I covered his fingers in my cum. He pushed his fingers into your mouth making you taste yourself on his fingers. You swirled your tongue around his fingers as he looks up at you. He kissed your cunt gently before picking you up and bringing you to your shared bed. He laid you down gently before pulling off his clothes leaving only his boxers. He kissed you gently as he sat down next to you on the bed. He brushed some hair out of your face as he sat you up pulling you into his lap.

“ It might hurt liebe, ” he whispered as he stroked your hair.

“ I- I know, but it’s okay, ” I smiled up at before he slowly slid off his boxers. His cock was thick and veiny it looked at least 12 inches, I gently reached out to touch it admiring the veins that covered his shaft. “ A- are you sure it will fit, ” I looked up at him as my fingers trailed over his cock making his breath hitch.

“ If not- we’ll just have to make it fit, ” König kissed your forehead as he grabbed lube from the nightstand.

He squirted the lube into his hand as he stroked his cock making him let out a soft groan. He gently coated your entrance with the lube. He took your hips in his hands as he pressed the head of his cock against your entrance. He peppered you in kisses as he slowly lowered you down onto his cock. You began to tear up as he tried to push you down further onto his cock, you already had 5- 6 inches inside of you but he could feel the resistance from your tight cunt.

“ I- it’s too big, ” my eyes were welling up with tears as I looked up at him.

“ It’s alright mein shatz, we’re almost there, ” he kissed you gently as he wiped your tears away with his thumb.

He eased you down the rest of the way and by the time your hips were connected tears were sliding down your cheeks as your nails were firmly dug into Konig's biceps.

König’s heartached as he watched you cry, “ tut mir leid mein Schatz. ” He kissed you gently as he wiped your tears away, “ you’re taking me so well liebe. ”

You smiled at him as you rested your head on his chest. “ Is it okay- if I move, ” he asked softly as he cupped your cheeks so you were looking into his eyes.

You nodded as you kissed him gently. König took hold of your hips again as he slowly moved you up and down on his cock making you both moan in unison. You rolled your hips against his as your nails dug into his biceps while you moaned his name. König praised you repeatedly as he slowly sped up his pace.

“ Kö- I’m so- so close, ” I mumbled against his lips as his thrusts became deeper.

You cried out as he slammed into you making you cum around his cock instantly. His hips slammed into yours as he came deep inside you. König rested his head on your shoulder as he whispered sweet things in your ears.

He slowly slid you off of him, laying you down on the bed as he got up to get a towel to clean you off. He came back and gently wiped away any blood or cum that slipped out of you. He helped you pull one of his shirts over your head, before he pulled on his boxers and pulled you into his arms.

“ You were perfect mein liebling, ” König kissed you gently as he stroked your hair.

You smiled softly as you curled up to him holding onto him tightly as you began to fall asleep. König held you close as you slept before finally drifting off to sleep next to you.

#konig #konig x reader #cod mw2 #cod #germany #konig cod #konig mw2 #konig call of duty #konig smut #cod konig #x reader #feminine #reader x character

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issa-pheonyx · 9 months

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Yandere-sub!Konig X Fem!Soldier!Reader🔪🌶️

𝗞𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗴 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲. 𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆. 𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵𝘆!😖😫

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

It was not what he wanted. He wanted you to be his partner in crime, but you ended up with Soap and Ghost. Those two may have you smiling and have chemistry when out and about. It still dreads him the only time you both are able to talk is during cafeteria hours. He decided to skip it and meet up with you. "(Y/N), I need uh-" His eyes avert around the place to think of an excuse. He should've predicted this through. "Konig, what's wrong?" You asked. "Training! I just need someone to spar with me." You shrugged and accepted his offer. His heart is beating so fast he can not believe you said yes. Usually, you tell him you can't, because of Soap or Ghost or both. The thoughts running through his mind of possibly the three of you doing...no! You would never do that. Ever...

Moreover, you both made it in the training area as you took some gear off to have more breathable mobility. You sigh feeling the weight off of your body. "Okay, now is there a rundown or you just want to go ahead and risk it?" Konig stood there like🧍🏻‍♂️making you tilt your head,"Konig?" He shakes his head,"Ah, yes we can do grappling." You nodded and got in position as he did too. Your focused face was on and he was ready too,'I must do it here. No one will hear us. No one will disturb us.' And so both of you were off when the timer ticked. 'Sixty seconds is the time I have.'

You were pretty good at grappling as you use your advantage on his weight, but as he is a giant. His strength can not compare to yours. Eventually, when the time ticks he was counting them down. If he doesn't get this right he is aware you will just get up and leave. Both of you are sweating, panting, and parry each other. That's when the time beeps off, signaling the game was over.

"I win! Lets go!" You cheered as you were sitting on his chest with your hands up. Konig was defeated, but no. He must do it now. "I can't take much more!" Your face demonstrates confusion as he grabs your legs, wrapping them like a snake, and grips on them that you could not slip away quickly enough. "K-Konig!? Wha-" He turns to have you lay on your back,"I don't like it when you pay attention to them!" His voice was hurt and...despair. He pulls down both your pants and underwear down to reveal your cunt. Probably, sweating from the grappling and hot,"N-No! Konig, stop-ooohh~"

His thumb was circling around your clit as his eyes looked up at you. His eyes tells everything. He needed you so badly. "Please, only pay attention to me, shatz. Just me. Just for once!" He lift his mask and starts going down on you. The way he roughly holds up your legs and shoves his face into your pussy, licking your pussy all around not missing its shape and form. You moan uncontrollably as you couldn't do anything to stop him. "Ah, Konig, fuck~" He sucks on your clit letting it pop away and goes back to do it again, proceeds on kissing and sucking all around next as he moans. He is asphyxiating himself from forcing himself to taste you not wanting to miss anything. Like a wild animal not being to have his feed in days

"Oh my god! You're gonna make me cum, oh yes~" You want to stop, but at the same time...seeing him this way wanting to prove himself and that he simply missed you got you riled up now. The orgasm was peeking as Konig pushes his tongue inside and flicks then pulls out to trace up to your clit and flicks it firmly. You scream it out as your juices served his mouth well-relieving his thirst and even some soaked part of his mask. He does not mind it as he will be able to smell it throughout the rest of the day to be reminded of this moment~

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗠𝘆 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹~🖤🫣

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vioxis · 8 months

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Consume 2/?

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Word Count: 1,463

Pairing: Stalker!Konig x F!Reader

Summary: The story follows König and his obsession, You. The object of his desire, the constant temptation before him. Do you know what you do to him? You feign innocence, but worry not Shatz… He'll find that out on his own.

TW: NSFW! MDNI +18. Very obsessive and possessive behavior, Stalker!König, Breaking and Entering,

Will update with more tags along the way! Part 2/? A.N: That long name? Yeah, its thanks to the friends in discord, I'm truly grateful.

König marveled at how effortless it had been to tail you from a discreet distance, his keen instincts guiding him through the shadows. Your apparent lack of awareness, even when you parked in front of your suburban residence, intrigued him.

That's quite the lengthy drive Shatz, the dedication it took to traversing an entire town. The Corporation must compensate you well for such commitment.

König quietly observed your suburban home, his sharp eyes scanning the details of your surroundings. The night was shrouded in darkness, but your illuminated living room stood out like a beacon in the quiet neighborhood.

The pale moonlight filtered through the sheer white curtains, casting ethereal shadows across the room. König couldn't help but wonder about the person who inhabited this pristine space. Was everything as perfect as it appeared, or were hidden imperfections lurking in the shadows? He had a feeling that there was more to you than meets the eye, and he was determined to uncover the truth.

With a calculated move, he left the safety of his vehicle and moved stealthily toward the side window. Inside, you were engrossed in your laptop, bathed in the soft glow of the screen. Your work attire clung to your body as you sipped what appeared to be a cup of dark coffee, the steam rising in delicate weaves.

König continued his silent mission, circling the perimeter of your house. The back door, framed with mesh, hinted at a wide backyard beyond. The back yard housed a shed and the interior of your first floor contained a living room, a kitchen, and a laundry area. This deduction led him to the conclusion that your room must be situated upstairs.

With this newfound knowledge, König began to formulate his plan, contemplating his next steps carefully. The ease with which he had approached your home troubled him, and he couldn't shake the feeling that this was all too convenient.

König couldn't help but marvel at the series of fortunate events that had unfolded. Was this merely luck or had you indeed chosen the most breakable home in the neighborhood? It almost seemed as though fate was conspiring in his favor.

As he took a couple of steps back in the backyard, his sharp eyes caught sight of a window above the shed. The opportunity seemed almost too perfect, too serendipitous. With a grace born of years of experience, he effortlessly ascended the shed's roof, barely making a sound.

The gods, it seemed, had indeed graced him with an entrance to your room. He chuckled to himself, maybe it was time to move Shatz, this has become way too easy to breach.

His gloved hand reached out, and with a soft, almost imperceptible creak, he opened the window. The room beyond beckoned to him, a tantalizing invitation. König's initial intent had been merely to follow you home, but the allure of your house had proven too irresistible. It felt as if you had personally begged him to step inside. He surveyed the room in silence, realizing that maybe he should have brought his equipment with him if your home was this inviting.

However, a sudden movement on the floor inside startled him. In his haste, he had knocked something off an adjacent drawer, resulting in a loud thud. His heart skipped a beat as he saw yet another small statue he knocked over and a white Maine Coon sitting on the floor. The animals’ glassy eyes seemed to pierce into his very soul. König couldn't help but wonder if your cat was as gullible as its master, or if it had sensed an intruder in its domain.

König left the small cat statue where it had fallen and turned his attention to the drawer. Inside, neatly lined up, were your underwear – meticulously organized by color, type, and pattern. It was clear that you had an obsession for order, a detail that piqued his interest. Under his hood, he allowed himself a smirk, finding something in common with you that he could revel for a later time.

His moment of reflection was abruptly interrupted by the sound of your footsteps climbing the stairs. Panic briefly seized him, but he swiftly grabbed the first pair of underwear he could find and made a dash for your closet. The closet was a relic of an old-fashioned home, with shuttered doors.

Through the blinds of the closet, he watched with bated breath as you entered the room. You were tantalizingly close, yet seemingly out of reach. You spoke to Luna, your pet, with affection, addressing her by her long, grandiose name.

"Luna… did you knock over your replica again. My great Luna… Luna Selene Yuki the Great. My Tamer of the seas, Destroyer of worlds, everyone fear her," you exclaimed, nuzzling your nose with Luna.

König couldn't help but find the name rather pretentious, a long pretentious name. One that didn't align with the future he envisioned, you definitely will not be naming the kids he wish to burry deep within your cunt.

With careful and silent coaxing, you managed to lure Luna out of the room, leaving König alone in your closet. He pressed himself against the wall, his body tense with anticipation. The scent of your clothes surrounded him, but he couldn't afford to be immersed in it now, not with your imminent approach towards him.

As you moved closer to the closet, his heart raced, and he held his breath. It seemed as though you might discover him any moment. But then, to his relief or disappointment, you turned left and picked up a towel from a stool he had missed during his hurried entrance into the closet.

With a sense of relief, König heard the sound of running water as you entered the bathroom and started the shower. He seized this opportunity to stuff the underwear he had taken into his back pocket, a dark souvenir of his intrusion.

Turning his attention back to the slightly open window, he pondered whether you had deliberately ignored it or if it was a habit you'd unknowingly cultivate, allowing him easy access at any time. Deciding to explore this further on a later time, he took quick and calculated steps toward the window, preparing to make his exit.

But just as he extended his leg out, ready to slip away into the night, a soft moan reached his ears. He froze in his tracks, his head snapping in the direction of your shower. The unexpected sound sent a shiver down his spine, how delightful you sounded.

Slowly, his foot retracted back into the room, the faintest creaking of the floorboards beneath signaling his approach. He moved with deliberate, almost hesitant steps, each one bringing him closer to the shower door.

Inside, the steam-laden air was heavy with anticipation, seeping through the cracks of the door. Soft sensuous moans echoed against the tiled walls. His trembling hands reached out and gently grasped the cool, slick surface of the shower door, fingers curling around the handle.

"You're right there," he whispered, his voice a sultry murmur that danced with desire. He leaned in, the warmth of his breath fogging his sniper hood. "Enjoying yourself," he continued, his words lingering in the charged atmosphere.

"To whom do you owe that pleasure?" he breathed, his voice a tantalizing blend of seduction and mystery, as the unanswered question hung heavy in the air.

He withdrew his hand and sat down beside the door, his thoughts consumed by desire as he pulled out his cock. He didn't want to spoil his new possession just yet. Tonight, he yearned to sleep next to your panties, so his only option was his own hand.

Leaning back against the wall, he closed his eyes and listened to the muffled sound of your moans, concealed by the cascading water. In his imagination, his hands explored your body, tenderly lathering and playing with your breast, while your voice softly uttered his name.

He continued to fuck his hand into oblivion, gritting his teeth to hold in his own moans. “Fuck fuck fuck— I’m coming I’m coming I—" your screams could be heard through the door. “Right there with you, Shatz… sheiß…!” he gritted as spurts of cum coated your floors.

The shower still continued to run as he came down from the high of his orgasm. With a composed mind, he reached for the matching bra to the stolen panties, using it to clean up the mess he had inadvertently made on your floor. Another dirty item with thoughts of making a mess of the owner. Another keepsake for his collection, finally. A true piece of you.

He’ll come back once more, and this time with a plan.

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