Um hi lol. This is kinda weird but I was wondering if you could create a fic of Konig stroking his sweet succulent veiny *member* to the reader. I would really appreciate if you can get this done. Thank you so much!
Here you go my little gremlin
18+ NSFW
Caught You Big Boy
Konig x Reader
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You weren’t even trying to sneak up on him. The soft padding of your footsteps down the hall should’ve been enough warning, but when you pushed the bedroom door open, the sight that greeted you left you breathless.
König sat at the edge of the bed, massive thighs spread wide, mask rucked up just enough to free his flushed lips, but not his eyes. One hand was braced behind him, and the other… slowly working his thick, veiny cock in lazy, shuddering strokes.
You didn’t speak at first. Just leaned against the doorframe and drank in the view.
The way his broad chest rose and fell. How his head was tilted back, hips rocking just slightly. How every movement of his hand seemed to drag a shaky sigh from his lips.
Until he noticed you.
His body stiffened immediately. He froze mid-stroke, thick fingers wrapped around the base of himself, as his head snapped toward you — eyes wide behind the mask.
“Schatz—! I—I didn’t hear you—I thought you were—” His accent clung to every word, flustered and panicked, as if he’d been caught committing a crime rather than simply touching himself.
But you only smiled, soft and warm, closing the door behind you as you stepped inside. “No need to stop,” you cooed, voice velvet-sweet. “You look so pretty like this, König.”
His breath hitched.
The tension in his shoulders didn’t ease, but his hand didn’t move either. His cheeks were visibly flushed above the hem of the mask.
“You were thinking about me, weren’t you?” you asked, approaching the bed with slow, deliberate steps. You reached out and ran your fingers up the inside of his trembling thigh. “That’s why your cock’s so hard already…”
“Scheiße…” he breathed. “I didn’t mean for you to see…”
“But I like seeing,” you murmured, kneeling between his legs. “You’re so good for me. Look how hard you are, König. Stroking yourself so slow, so sweet…”
He whimpered, barely a sound, and his hand twitched.
“Go on,” you whispered, voice honeyed. “Keep going. Stroke it for me.”
He obeyed, shyly at first, hand gliding over his thick, leaking length. His tip was already flushed deep red, slick with precum, and every pass of his hand drew a soft gasp from his lips.
“There you go, baby. Just like that,” you praised, voice low, full of heat. “That’s it. You touch yourself so well. Look at how needy you are for me…”
He moaned — broken, desperate — hips twitching forward into his own hand as his head dropped, hiding behind the curtain of his mask like he was ashamed.
You leaned in, whispering against the fabric near his jaw. “Do you like it when I watch you? Does it make you feel good, knowing I’m here… soaking wet, just from seeing you?”
He whimpered something incoherent, and his pace faltered — then picked up again, a little faster.
“You can cum for me,” you whispered, tongue flicking out to trace the edge of his mask. “Cum while I watch. Show me how much you need me.”
It didn’t take long. His body tensed, thighs shaking, and with a muffled moan, he came — hot and thick over his knuckles, chest heaving as you watched him fall apart.
You kissed the corner of his masked mouth, slow and sweet.
“So good for me,” you whispered. “Next time, let me help.”
And from the way he shivered, you already knew there would be a next time.
