König {T-shirt stealer}

it's the evening, you're in your bed wearing konig's grey T-shirt..your hand between your thigh, fingering yourself quietly under the cover, When he suddendly come in. "Hey have you seen my grey T-shirt anywher-... oh shit.." he said looking at you taken aback

"What the hell is wrong with you why didn't you knock" you mutter in a taken aback and embarassed tone

"Look i'm so sorry, i was just looking for my T-shirt." he says in a epbarrassed but calm tone

"Well I don't have it so go check somewhere else" you reply a bit aggressively, pulling the bedsheets over you

"Wait..is that my T-shirt you're wearing" he asks confused

"What no, why would i be wearing your T-shirt" you says lying while the bedsheets slipped revealing his T-shirt a bit but hiding you still

"No that's definitely my Shirt.." he end up stating

"No, it's not." you say while pulling the covers further over you

"Hey stop hiding under the covers let me just see it...." he grab the sheet, uncovering you in a simple quick move. "So you are wearing my shirt" he says with a big grin on his face

"Yeah what about it? It the only clean thing i could find and it's comfortable." you mumbled embarrassed

"So you're telling me it's just a coincidence that your hands are between your thigh wearing the same T-shirt i was just wearing?" he says matter-of-factly crossing his arms over his chest while looking at you amused

"It not even like that!" you protested looking away

"I'm not dumb, i know what you're doing,...you're so fucking desesperate.." he simply said in an amused tone with a smirk plastered on his face as he started unbuckling his belt