𝜗𝜚 — König

könig was feared, that’s for sure. thanks to his size and usually intimidating appearance, he didn’t believe he was an easy target on the eyes.

of course, that wasn’t really enough for women to overlook these trait of his since they mostly focused on his bulky and muscular frame. that’s what attracted them. they found it arousingly attractive, the way his shirts would practically show the outlines of his abs, practically making them drool.

he wasn’t a big fan of them, well—women in general. it was honestly pathetic to see women claw and paw at his body, hoping to get a taste. which at times he obliges, because in situations like these—they’d follow him around, hell, even get his phone number and in conclusion never, leave him alone.

he hated every second of it, yet always found himself in the same predicament, half naked on a bed with a woman laid by his side. most took advantage of his big fingers and the thickness of them, using them to get themselves of. selfish, i know. but even if he were to pull his cock out, none of them would’ve been able to handle him.

a few thrusts were enough to get them trembling and babbling—begging for more even when they obviously couldn’t take it. it didn’t matter if he was hard or soft—they just couldn’t. tch.

some even thought he’d take their fling seriously, but könig wasn’t really looking to settle down. his refusal was harsh yeah, but none of them truly were his type.

after some time, he’d taken quite the break from such things, opting to focus more on his own space—free from the suffocating scent of other women. until he met you.

you had just moved in next door and let’s just say that, he had stumbled upon you struggling to get your boxes inside the house. and since he was passing by, he had no problem helping you out. you were actually so so grateful and teary eyed someone had actually come to help you which subtly made him smile. it was adorable to think you were so appreciative of his help.

ever since, you always made a conscious effort to greet him in the mornings—waking up early to notice him going on his morning jogs. which often got you quite red in the face. god, that man was fine. even going out of your way to bake some food for him!

and the size difference between you and him was just, ugh—you just couldn’t get enough. you definitely weren’t subtle too, just being in the same elevator as him on your way home, your frame so freaking small compared to his tall and bulky ones. and you couldn’t help but stare at how his big—thick fingers would linger a moment longer to make sure the selected floor was well selected. it was making you feel all so hot you couldn’t think at all.

it wasn’t the opposite for him at all, he actually found it amusing and quite adorable how easy it was to fluster you, when he barely did the bare minimum. it didn’t take long for him to figure out your crush on him, i mean, you weren’t the subtlest girl. you’d look at him with such adoration, always acting so giddy around him. it made him want to kiss you, all over—and keep you to himself. it was a stark contrast to how women usually look at him.

he’d often thought about suckling on the supple skin of your neck, leaving a faint red mark that would for sure leave you a blushing mess against him. that’s just how much he wanted you.

until, that night. you had arrived back home—locked out of your apartment and drunk as hell. with no better judgement, you knocked at könig’s door—only to be flashed with his perfect body. he was half naked and it seemed like he had just gotten out of the shower, due to the towel wrapped around his waist. but you were too tired to think straight.

König on the other hand was confused, and slightly concerned. it was cold outside and you only had flimsy clothing on—clearly choosing to be stylish over being comfortable. "königgg," you whined, jumping into his arms without a second thought, clinging onto him. his big hands both instinctively found themselves on the small of your back and your hip, holding you close. he sighed, noticing the way you nuzzled yourself into his bare chest—craving him. "Komm rein, let me take care of you." he coaxed, gently pulling you into his apartment.

he sat you on the couch, trying to detangle your arms from his neck, only to be pulled closer—so suddenly. it took him by surprise when your lips met his, the alcohol making you bolder. as much as he wanted to kiss you back and succumb to your kiss, you probably weren’t thinking straight. and so with great reluctance, he pulled away, hands cupping your face.

he noticed the way your face frowned oh so sadly, lips still chasing after his and pawing at his body. oh the things you do to him. he had to fight the strong urge to just, capture those lips of yours into a kiss and pin you against him. what he’d give to have you all to himself.

eventually, your hands found themselves slipping underneath his mask—alerting him. but instead of pulling it off, your fingers tugged at his hair strands underneath, earning a soft groan from him. you took the opportunity to tug his head down, lips meeting in another kiss. 
this time, he was going down. he couldn’t stand the thought of holding back of not taking you right here and there. he’d make you take it—all of him. his arms wrapped around your waist, fingers curling and digging into the soft flesh of your sides, devouring your lips.