#got it all wrong

it’s always been a big, filthy fantasy for könig to be used like an object for your pleasure and ruined by you until he’s a shattering mess. waking up at 3 in the morning, his cock already rock hard and his sensitive tip leaking. and there you were, catching him squirming under the covers it was almost pathetic, yet adorable of him. cooing into his ears and sweetly caressing him, you whisper for him to keep begging and begging for you since he knows that’s what you love to hear from him. just begging, whimpering, breathing heavily, almost crying for you to do whatever you want to him. whether it’d be lifting his mask just to only use his mouth for you to sit on, hearing him praising and worshipping you with his needy voice, sitting on his aching cock for you to get yourself off, or pegging him roughly— he wouldn’t care about what you planned on doing to him, as long as he can please you. and it was a privilege for him to be your personal fuck toy, a human dildo that’s good for nothing but orgasms and dopamine releases. riding on his face until you made a sweet mess all over his mouth and his chin, then jerking him off into your fist as he keeps eating you out, cooing at the way he whines so pathetically from making him cum. then overstimulating him by bouncing on his cock, your hand wrapped around his throat and praising him for being such a good boy.

“you know what pretty boy fucktoys do when they cum? they smile and they take it. now who’s my good pretty boy fucktoy?”

könig couldn’t even form a proper sentence, let alone a coherent thought. his breathing is heavy, his whines became erratic, and he couldn’t stop sobbing. “i— i am… all my— all my cum… all my cum is for— for you, baby…”

STOP YOUR SENTENCE.

NOW.