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creepy perverted roommate könig who always stares at you and makes offhanded dirty jokes that are just statements about what he wants to do to you.

rough grubby hands sniffing through your laundry and pawing at his bulge as he takes a deep breath from your underwear.

taking multiple "showers" a day just to relieve the ache on his swollen red cock, leaving him leaky and extra sensitive. cock too hard and heavy to even stand upright.

going out of his way to hold your waist when walking pass even though the hallway is big enough, and rubbing his hard on against the plump of your ass when he needs to get something from the cabinet as you’re washing dishes.

vs.

shy freak reader who’s equally as depraved.

stealing his shirts and boxers to sleep in and purposely wearing them in front of him, apologizing for the mix up then handing him his boxers stained with slick.

rubbing your hands against his chest and back when you sit beside him on the couch. grinding against him as you watch a movie together, your slick heat obviously showing how bare you are underneath the nightgown.

purposely eating popsicles on the living room couch as you watch tv, your tank top showing your pudgy belly as your shorts ride up. your cute underwear visible as you coyly lick at the popsicle.

watching him stare at you before ending up with your legs over his shoulders as he fucks you into the couch. wet sloppy kisses sharing the taste of the sweet popsicle as he pumps you full of cum.

might make a oneshot of this

He sends a preemptive message apologizing for anything he could have done to upset you, then three more reiterating how much he wants to take you out on another date and treat you right. Then he worries that that's too much, so sends a final message trying to play it a little cooler, to act like he's not actively spiraling.

Three hours later, you text him "hiiiii I just woke up! Had so much fun last night, def want to go out again 🥰" and suddenly, it feels like he can breathe for the first time all morning. He scrambles to write a reply, but it comes out incomprehensible, his relief and excitement and fat thumbs leading to a message full of typos. He deletes the whole thing and tries again, forcing himself to go slow as he agonizes over what to say. You were nice enough to ignore his breakdown, and you said you want to see him again--surely, you mean it? If he'd turned you off at all last night or with his dozens of texts since, you'd just block him and be done with it?

As he's trying to figure out what to say, you send another text: "and ur so sweet! 🩷 U didn't do anything wrong, dw lol". His hands stop shaking, the tension leaves his wide shoulders. He blows out a breath that makes his mask flutter outwards. Right, okay. Everything is okay. He just needs to be a little more normal about you--you've only gone on the one date. He shouldn't be this into you already, and yet, he can't stop thinking about you. About your sweet smile, your pretty eyes, your soft skin, your even softer breasts... he wants you so bad, and he's terrified he's going to scare you off.

CW: MDNI (NSFW) — König and how pathetically submissive he is

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You’d always said how König had the prettiest eyes.

But fuck, if they aren’t even prettier when you’re sat on his cock and he’s looking up at you all fucked out and submissive.

You’d been at it for a little over an hour and a half now, bouncing on his fat cock like you were determined to drag him to the brink of madness.

You’ve absolutely succeeded.

Those blue eyes glazed over, pupils blown, sweat beaded on his forehead even though he’s put in little work. Sweet little whimpers and whines leaving his lips with every clench and glide of your wet walls.

Big hands gripped at your waist, fingers dug into your supple flesh like he had to use you as an anchor.

He’d already come three times, the glide of your cunt up and down his cock so slick and wet with the mix of your fluids. Creamy seed leaking out of you, pooling around the base of his cock. The plap plap plap of your bouncing obscene and loud in the quiet of your room.

“Schatzi- Please- I-I can’t- Don’t stop-“

“S-So good- I’ll be good for you-“

Begging and pleading. Telling you he’s too overstimulated but he keeps chanting don’t stop please as if you’re his lifeline.

His hips buck up weakly every now and again when you sink down fully on his cock, hips rolling so his cock stirred inside you. All his focus is on the blissful clench of your pretty pussy, the way you’re dwindling him to nothing but a pitiful mess.

He doesn’t have the ability to even tell you when his next orgasm rolls through him. His body tensing, stomach clenching as his hips jerk up sporadically. Cock jerking inside you as spurts of his creamy seed fill you once again. Babbling nonsense because he’s so fucked out.

Himbo!König with a big dick and zero common sense outside of what the military taught him. Seriously, he’d run into walls if you weren’t there to stop him from doing so. He can’t read social cues and can barely read period. And when he’s horny? Fuck, he’s dumb as a rocks. Just a big wall of muscle you can command into any position you like. If you want him to eat you out, he’ll do it but he might bite your clit on accident. If you want him in doggy, watch out, because he fucks fast and sloppy with not much technique and will bruise the fuck out of your cervix. His cock is eight inches long and so thick you can’t fit your hand around it and he frequently forgets his size when trying to slam himself balls deep to cum inside you, (you have the stomach aches to prove it). He’s cute when he cums tho, all starry-eyed and giggly, going even dumber than he usually is with pleasure. He always leaves a myriad of hickies on your tits before cleaning you up thoroughly and going about his day, head blissfully empty save for the memory of your pussy gripping him like a vice. The memory’s so strong it keeps him hard all day, all the blood in his cock rather than his pea-brain. When he ducks into the bathroom for a midday wank to relieve himself, he sends you a picture of his massive manhood standing at attention for you. “miss you gorjus” is the caption he sends with it. Of course his dumbass can’t spell gorgeous.

And, oh... How can König resist the sight before him when he stumbles in after catching some prey? All bundled up in his animal fur blankets, dozing off so prettily with a string of drool seeping into his smooth, comfortable, couch. Face visibly frostbitten from the harsh winds, faced belly up at him. He takes in a sharp, abrupt breath when he notices you're wearing no panties...

Ghost, cuffed to a wall: Seriously? Not even three months after we work together you go and take a job against us!?

Price, cuffed next to him: Lieutenant, save your breath. Unless you want to be gagged too

Soap, gagged and cuffed in a separate cell: *angry Scottish noises*

König: I doubt any of you have the intel we want... maybe this one

Gaz, with Soap: I'm not saying shit

König, grabbing him out of the cell: You will when I'm done

*outside the brig*

König, as he uncuffs Gaz: Listen, I didn't think Roze and Fender would actually manage to catch you and your team-

Gaz, seriously: I am so turned on right now

cw: smut, implied masturbation, switch!könig, inexperienced!reader, dry humping, fingering, riding, cock warming

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All he wanted was some attention. Some quality, undivided attention that made him feel chosen. Like he wasn’t a chore or some unwanted obligation. He begged and begged and begged for just a sliver of time and sure he would get it but he could tell it was forced or the other person wasn’t really into it and he was left feeling even worse than before.

Maybe that’s why he held on to you so strongly. You seemed so genuine to him, never complaining or cutting your time together short. It was rarely anything other than platonic or the occasional hug but König was pretty sure he was in love. You’d given him a nickname, “big baby”. It was just a joke, started when you saw his eyes getting all watery after you hugged for the first time. You laughed and held his face, asking “why are you crying, you big baby? It’s just a hug.”

He started following you around wherever you went, like a massive shadow looming over you. And he insisted on holding your hand saying he didn’t want to get separated. Poor thing couldn’t even think of a believable lie, he was so desperate. You would have been happy even if he didn’t say anything and just held your hand. Most of the time you’d have to speak for him, his nerves and social anxiety making him quieter than a cotton ball falling on carpet.

Sometimes you would let him sleep in your room, only fussing at him for being too big so you had to use him as a bed. It wasn’t too bad, he was warmer than all your blankets combined and you ran cold. There was one time where he woke you up in the middle of the night and even in the dark, you could tell he was holding on by a thread trying not to cry.

“Hm? What’s wrong?”

“Liebling, I am sorry. But- uh…” he hesitates, trying to carefully shift you off of him without being too obvious. “I have to fix something.”

You let out a small squeak of confusion when your body hits the bed and you hear him shuffle off to the bathroom and lock the door. You drift off again then wake up after some unknown amount of time to find yourself still in an empty bed and the sounds of König mumbling to himself in the bathroom. You slowly get up, yawning as you go to check on him.

“You alright in there? Come back t’bed…” you groan as you lean your forehead against the door. On the other side, König scrambles to fix himself before opening the door and causing you stumble into him. You look up wanting to be mad at him and suddenly feel very awake when you see his cheeks wet with tears. “Huh? What’s going on with you? Ya big baby.”

You instantly soften up and reach up to wipe his cheeks. Your hands go down and he shudders when they run over his torso. He licks his lips and looks down at your hands, making you follow his gaze and- oh.

“Das.” He says lowly and your eyes are hyper focused on the painful looking bulge in his sweats. The pants weren’t tight by any means but you could just see how hard he was and judging by the wet patch where his tip was, it was evident he’d been having trouble.

You take a slow breath before reaching down and stroking him through the fabric, causing him to flinch and shudder under your touch. Your throat suddenly goes dry when it twitches in your hand and you feel just how heavy it is. He whimpers above you and clenches his fists, trying so hard not to cum in his pants. He hadn’t expected to get so close so quickly when he couldn’t get himself there after ten minutes of trying.

He has to grab your wrist to stop you before he ended up making even more of a mess in his pants and you look up at him. Aside from looking so incredibly guilty, he was very much in desperate need of more. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be…”

“Don’t. Lay down for me, okay?” Your voice is softer than his and you take him back to bed, straddling him once he’s down. Truth be told you had no idea what you were doing but you assumed he didn’t either so it’s not like he’d realize it, right? You settle right on his bulge, breath catching in your throat as you slowly grind your hips back and forth and pull out a pitchy moan from König.

You let out some breathy sounds of your own and lose yourself in the feeling until his hands grab you and lift your hips up just enough to not be on him anymore. You stop and look at him, silently asking why.

“Can we…is it okay if I’m inside you?”

Your heart begins racing but you nod, getting off him to take your bottoms off while he removed his. Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head when you could actually see his big he was and you keep staring as you get back on top.

“You sure that’s gonna fit?”

“It’s gonna have to.”

His hand travels between your legs and shakily begins to finger you to try and get you ready to take him with as little discomfort as possible. You were a moaning mess above him, and he kept hissing out curses as he watched more of your arousal flow onto his hand with each pump of his fingers. It was easy to get you to cum and once your walls relax enough, he pulls his fingers out and helps you line yourself up with his cock.

“I don’t know if I can do this.” You suddenly blurt out, nails digging into the muscles of his forearms just as he pushes the tip in. He meets your eyes and blinks.

“Was? Do you- do you not want to do it with me?” He asks and his eyes start welling up again. He almost lifts you off but you stop him, sinking down a bit lower.

“No. No I do, it’s just…you’re so big, I don’t know that I can take it.”

König’s whole body relaxes and he carefully turns over so now you were the one under him. “Nonsense, Liebling. I got you, ja?”

You nod, thrown off by the sudden change in demeanor. The change from his usual anxious self to how he calm and collected he was on ops in a split second was a bit jarring but who were you to question it? He slowly leans down and kisses you to muffle the sounds coaxed out of you as he slowly, slowly pushes himself into you. First the tip which already had you squirming and then about half way you were clawing at him trying not to go over the edge.

“König, I-“

“Hey shhh, you’re okay.” He mumbles against your lips. His hands grip your waist tighter as he thrusts the rest of himself in with a grunt and for a split second he’s back to his normal self with another whimper. “Schieße, you’re so- oh my god.”

You barely had any time to process anything going on or react because two pumps in and he was already unloading inside you. You stare at each other while he comes down from his high and you can see the look in his eyes change.

“I’m sorry.” He whines and his hands move up to your shoulders as his hips begin to move again, this time lacking any real rhythm to them. He was still hard and grinding against every inch of your cunt deliciously. He then buries his face in your neck and you feel hot tears against your skin. “Ja. Ja, ja, ja, ja, oh- shit.”

He cums a second time, now with your walls clamping down on him when your release finally arrives. You squeeze and squeeze, making him twitch and grip your shoulders harder as you milk him for everything he has. He pulls out only to lay you on your side so he can get behind you and stick his cock back in.

During the first week of your new job, you meet someone just as shy as you.

Based on this request!

You’re the new secretary under the contract coordinator of KorTac. Your job is to manage all the paperwork that comes with scheduling and contract-work in the military.

You’re not surprised you landed the position. You’re a shy, quiet person by nature and the workload you now manage is done almost entirely by yourself. The only person you really work with is the coordinator, Janelle. She’s strict and does whatever it takes to get herself, you, and the contractors paid. All completely fine by you. Keeping your head down and being organized was your forte.

Well, until someone came into your office on your second day.

“Um- excuse me?” A man asked, his gruff accent somehow came across as meek.

You looked up over your computer monitor, face already warming, and found an extremely tall, and handsome, man towering over your desk. “Yes?” You asked just as shyly.

“Hi, I am looking for Mrs. Janelle. Is she in her office?” The question sounded practiced. Like he had repeated it to himself a few times before he came in to ask.

You shook your head. “No, I’m so sorry. She’s in a meeting right now. Do you have -um- a message I could leave for her?”

He tensed up and brought his hands to his pockets. “Y-yes. Could you let her know König needs to schedule a meeting with her soon?”

“Mhm,” you nodded and jotted down the question on a sticky note. “It’s K-Ö-N-I-G, right?”

“Um, yes.” He nodded.

You looked back up at him and smiled softly. “I’ll let her know.”

He seemed flustered at your kindness. “Thank you, Süße.”

You nodded and felt your face heat even more. “No problem. Was there anything else you needed, König?”

He shook his head. “No, but thank you.” He waved a bit shyly before leaving your office. You watched him leave with a soft smile lingering on your lips.