age difference, older bf!konig x college student reader. literal sleeping together, because I’ve been thinking about the practicalities of trying to share a tiny ass bad with a huge man
You soon realise that Konig is a terrible bed partner. Your bed, as its name implies, is a single. Fit for one, singular person. Not a super single, not a queen, and certainly not a king.
At first, the prospect of Konig staying the night thrilled you. You hadn’t see him for forever, you missed him, and you wanted to spend as much time as you could with him.
But now… squeezing together with him on a tiny bed wasn’t as romantic as you had imagined it.
“Konig,” you moan, squirming futilely against his tight grip on you. “Move over.” Like maybe, just maybe he would be able to carve a little more space out for you with him massive body.
He blinks at you, looking just as close to falling asleep as you are to falling off the goddamn bed. “My apologies, Schatz,” he says. Without so much of a grunt of effort, he’s pulling you over his chest, shifting your body to the other side of the bed, the one with a wall at the side so you won’t be at any danger of falling off.
You can’t decide which is worse. Your body dangling half off the bed, or your body pressed between the equally hard planes of the wall and his chest. Still, you try to make the best out of the situation. He must be exhausted, having just come from a mission and straight to you.
“Better?” he asks, one hand coming up to cup your cheek. His voice is softer, accent thicker with exhaustion. You hum, leaning forward to press a kiss to his nose.
“Better,” you say, lying between a rock and a hard place, lying through your teeth.
(It wasn’t better, but it was enough to just be with him. Even if his snores do keep you up half the time.)
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