synopsis: konig invites you to a house party. you end up doing.. a few things for the first time.
cw: 18+, college!virgin! reader, college! konig, consensual drug use, heavy intox, corruption if you squint, friends meddling of course, unprotected p in v
the room was smaller than you expected. fourteen people crammed inside, their voices overlapping in a blur of laughter and half-shouted stories. the air was thick, sweet and smoky. tinged with something sharp that made your chest feel tight. maybe it was nerves. you lingered by the door, clutching the bottle könig had pressed into your hand like a ticket of entry.
this isn’t what you expected when he invited you to nikto’s house to “hang out”, but college guys had a tendency for being unpredictable. he allowed you to bring your best friend for company, a breath of fresh air amidst the suffocating atmosphere. funnily enough, neither of you girls had ever been to a house party before. you could lie all you wanted to to fit in, but deep down, the smells of weed and liquor were unfamiliar to you.
könig disappeared quickly, swallowed by the noise and movement, his voice somewhere across the room mixing with his friends’. you tried to follow the thread of conversation around you, but it was impossible — everyone seemed to know each other, their words bouncing from one corner to the next while you stood in the gap between them.
the lights were bright purple and too harsh when they flickered. you found yourself sitting on the couch with a few other girls from your class, awkwardly. it was supposed to be casual, “just a few people,” he’d said, but all you could think about was how far casual suddenly seemed, this wasn’t casual for a girl like you.
your best friend sat beside you, equally unsure, both of you clutching your drinks like something to hold on to. you exchanged small, uneasy smiles, knowing that neither of you understood where to go from here or what occurred in a place like this.
then simon appeared. a familiar face in the blur of acquaintances. someone you two actually knew, not quite a friend, but something more than a stranger. he leaned on the arm of the couch, grinning as if surprised to see you. “didn’t expect you guys to be here,” he said, raising his eyebrows.
you smiled back, a little unsure but grateful for someone to talk to. “yeah, neither did we,” your friend answered, and the three of you shared a laugh that briefly made the room feel less pressing.
he grinned wider, lifting a glass bong from the coffee table like it was some sort of prize. it was to him, his prized possession, his baby if you will. “you guys want a hit?” he asked, his voice casual, like it was the most natural question in the world.
you froze for half a second, eyes flicking to your friend. simon had always been like that — an avid stoner. it was part of his charm, or at least what people called charm. but for you, it was always a little too much — the haze that followed him around, the way he seemed so sure of himself in spaces where you felt like you didn’t quite belong.
before either of you could answer, nikto appeared. another person you two knew well, but he wouldn’t acknowledge that, he always thought he was too good. his expression carrying that same half-amused detachment he always had. “you guys are gonna smoke?” he laughed, eyes flicking between you. it wasn’t a real question, more like a challenge disguised as humor. he liked to intimidate.
simon’s eyes turned toward you two, still grinning. “what is this, your first time?” he said, mock-serious, though there was an edge to it that made your pulse skip again. the room seemed to grow louder all at once, laughter and voices spilling around you.
“n-no, of course not. just never smoked from a bong” it slipped from your lips before you could think about it. the only people there knowing the truth were you and your best friend who gave you a side eye. she would call you stupid if she could.
eventually, simon brought the bong up to your friend’s lips, instructing her carefully on how to smoke from it. inhale slowly and breathe out. she tried, but a cough erupted from her lips, she keeled over, feeling the back of her throat burn like never before. the men in front of you chuckle and nikto hands her a can of soda to soothe the pain before crossing the room.
könig stood a few feet away, eyes wide when he realized what happened after he took his eyes off of you for a few minutes. though nikto pat him on the shoulder and assured him “she’ll be fine, she’s a big girl” which made him relax a bit.
when simon turned to you, raising the glass to your mouth, your heart nearly stopped. but in one attempt, you followed exactly what he said to do, inhaling and exhaling slowly. somehow, you managed to handle the burn, taking the uncomfortable pain with clenched fists and a fake sense of calmness.
the rest of the night, simon and nikto alternated, coercing you and your friend to take hits like it was eating candy. who knows if they were even counting how many hits they offered? in the haze of smoke and music, neither of them considered your tolerance.
and that’s exactly when they realized it. so did könig.
you were in the clouds. seeing music, bathing in the lights. sitting in front of the door with limbs sprawled out on the floor next to your friend. simon and nikto just giggled to each other, watching the fruits of their labor manifest their forms into two intoxicated girls, not a peculiar night for them. “könig’s gonna have a time tonight” nikto laughed.
your boyfriend had no problem babysitting you while the others kept your friend safe in the room. she rambled on about seeing a non existent shadow in the corner of the ceiling for what seemed like hours. the only assurance that she was okay being her slurred speech — ensuring she was still conscious.
“those dickheads, giving you more than you can tolerate” könig sighed, holding you upright as you two walked to the guest room.
the bass from the party thumped like a distant heartbeat, muffled through the closed door of the bedroom. the air was thick with the scent of weed and spilled liquor, clinging to everything. you were sprawled on the edge of the bed, your head spinning in lazy circles, the world tilting like a funhouse mirror. your first time smoking had hit you harder than you expected it to. your skin felt electric, every time you blinked, you forgot what just happened. memory slipping from you endlessly without grip. giggling uncontrollably one second, then suddenly overwhelmed, tears pricking your eyes as the high wrapped around your thoughts like fog, inescapable even though you wanted it gone.
he was cross-faded himself. eyes bloodshot from the joint they'd passed around, and way too many shots buzzing through his veins. at 6'10", his massive frame made intoxication fairly uncommon. but tonight, he had lots. enough to lower his already low inhibition. “shh, liebling,” he'd murmured in that thick accent, slurring just a bit. “i've got you. no more party for us tonight.”
now, he eased you onto the soft mattress, the room spinning slower here, away from the chaos. he grabbed a half-empty bottle of vodka from the nightstand—someone's forgotten stash—and took a long swig, the burn making him wince. and for you, he chuckled, handing you a water bottle instead. “drink this, yeah? keep you from having a dry mouth.”
you nodded, sipping shakily, your fingers brushing his. the contact sent a spark up your arm, amplified by the swirling in your brain. “könig, everything's so... intense,” you whispered, your voice breathy, eyes low and glassy. “like, i can feel my heartbeat in my teeth.”
he sank down beside you, his broad shoulder pressing against yours, the heat of him grounding in the haze. another pull from the bottle, and he set it aside, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “first time's always a trip. i remember mine, thought the walls were melting.”
“it’s not my first time” you lied through clenched teeth, trying to convince him you were less innocent than you were, but he knew.
“oh, yes it is.” he smiled “breathe, deeply”
you tried, inhaling deep, the smoke still lingering in your lungs like a secret, one you wanted out desperately. his hand found your knee, rubbing slow circles, meant to soothe, but the touch ignited something low in your belly. the room felt smaller, warmer, the party's hum fading as your high sharpened every sensation—his calloused palm, the way his shirt clung to his muscled chest from the sweat of the night.
“tell me what's going through that pretty head,” he said, voice dropping lower, slurred around the edges from the vodka. he took another swig, the bottle glugging as liquid courage poured down his throat.
you bit your lip, the high making you bold, words tumbling out without shame, even though you knew you’d regret them as soon as they came out. like an endless trap. “you- you. you're so close, and i feel everything.” your cheeks flushed, but the feeling stripped away the filters. “könig, i- i've never...”
his breath hitched, eyes darkening as he leaned in, the alcohol making him reckless. “never what, schatz? talk to me.” his thumb traced higher on your thigh, innocent at first, but the tension crackled like static. he knew you were loopy, inhibition lowered and resolve wisping away like the white loops of smoke you inhaled.
“never had sex” you admitted, heart pounding. “but right now, i think- god, i want you to show me.”
he groaned, low and guttural, setting the bottle down with a clink. “i’m drunk. high too, might not be gentle.” but his hands were already cupping your face, pulling you into a kiss that started soft, exploratory, his lips tasting of smoke and liquor unlike they usually did.
you melted into it, the high turning the kiss into fireworks behind your eyelids. “please, könig?” your hands fumbled at his shirt, begging with touches as much as words.
he pulled back just enough to strip off his tee, revealing the hard planes of his chest, scars snaking over his skin. “slow now. we'll go easy at first.” his voice was rough, drunk haze making him sway as he guided your hand to his belt. “unbuckle it, yeah? feel how hard you got me already.”
your fingers trembled, clumsy, but you managed to unclasp it. pulling his pants and boxers down impatiently, his cock sprang free, thick and heavy, veins pulsing under the dim lamp light. he smelled like a salty sweat, the same musk that inexplicably filled your nostrils whenever he was around — it was good. you stared. “könig, too much- too big.'
he chuckled, breath hot against your ear as he helped you out of your top. “gonna feel good, liebe. touch it, wrap your hand around.” he showed you, his larger hand over yours, stroking slow. “like that. up and down, squeeze a little. see how it twitches for you? hm? watch.” he hisses, his head thrown back at the feeling.
you followed, mesmerized by the heat, the way pre-cum beaded at the tip. the high made every slide electric, your pussy clenching with need. “can- can we fuck?”
“not yet, liebling. gotta get you ready.” drunk and eager, he laid you back, peeling off your bottoms and panties in one go. his mouth watered at the sight of your bare pussy, slick and pretty. his first time seeing it was truly better than he could’ve imagined, and he did, a lot. “so wet already. this high's got you feelin' everything, huh?” he dipped a finger in, slow, circling your clit. “tell me how it feels.”
“sensitive, kö” you begged, hips bucking up, the intoxication turning desperation into fire.
it felt better than it usually did when you had your own small, pathetic fingers down your pants.
he added a second finger to your tiny, virgin cunt, pumping gently, his thumb on your clit. “pretty girl. this is how you build it up. when a dick's this big, need to stretch you first.” his words slurred, eyes unfocused but intent, taking another quick swig from the bottle before leaning down to lick your nipple, sucking hard.
you arched, moaning loud, the party noise drowned out. “please. please, it’ll fit.”
he growled, pulling his fingers free, slick with your arousal. “begging like that... fuck, you're gonna ruin me.” positioning himself between your legs, he rubbed the head of his cock along your slit, teasingly slow. “breathe, schatz. it'll sting at first, but then... heaven.”
he pushed in slow, inch by inch, the stretch burning sweet under the haze. “tight as fuck... so good. you feel that?” halfway in, he paused, drunk sway making him brace on his elbows. “move with me—rock your hips, my girl”
you did, whimpering as he sank deeper, bottoming out. the fullness was overwhelming, the high turning pain to pleasure waves.
“here, like this” he murmured, guiding your legs around his waist. he started thrusting shallow, slow, showing the rhythm. “clench around me when i pull back. fuck, just like that.” his voice broke into a groan, your slick pussy loosening his control. “beg for it harder, beg f’me, say please”
“fuck me faster, harder, kö. please?” you pleaded, nails digging into his back.
that snapped something in him. “take what i fucking give you, liebe.” he surged forward, drunk abandon taking over, pounding into you raw and relentless. the bed creaked under his weight, skin slapping loud in the room. no condom, just him bare, stretching your hole wide.
“it’s so good- so- so good” you cried, pleasure peaking with the intensity, colors bursting behind your eyes.
“i can’t- you're squeezing me so tight. beg louder” he slammed deeper, one hand gripping your thigh, the other fumbling over your tits, bouncing politely with every thrust.
“cum for me, kö. let me know how much you love fucking me.” your orgasm crashed, walls fluttering around his cock, pulling him over the edge.
with a slurred curse, he buried deep, pumping his cum straight into you, pulse after pulse. “take it all, fuck” he collapsed half on you, both panting, the haze wrapping you in euphoric afterglow.
the party thrummed on across the hall, but here, in this spinning room, it was just you two—intoxicated, spent, and utterly connected.
a/n: this is me attempting to romanticize the terrible way i lost my v card LOL
