#pervy!konig

[tacticalprincess]

pervy!könig being absolutely crazy about reader sunbathing/tanning. no thoughts. that’s it.

anon #2: i saw a tiktok about like guys loving tanlines and i feel like that is SO pervy!konig like i know he has a thing for them

pervy!könig who blushes when you catch him hovering over you, smiling with your eyes closed while you teasingly complain about him blocking the sun. he can’t tear his gaze away from the sight of your soft body glistening under the bright rays of light, your little bikini clinging to your curves while his own pants begin to cling to the one he has filling up in his boxers. you’re blissfully unaware of his perverse gaze, eyes closed in content as you soak up the sun, ignorant to the fact that könig is trying to imprint the image into his memory to jerk off to later. which is why when he asks to reapply your sunscreen for you, you don’t think much of it… and he promises the hard thing nudging your ass is just the bottle in his pocket, häschen.

if you’re someone who gets tanlines, he doesn’t know what to do with himself around you until they go away. eyes constantly honed in on the temporary outline of your bikini straps that are exposed through your strapless top, disappearing into your cleavage. it’s art — the way the tanned skin dips into a lighter shade, it’s like your body is teasing him, taunting him with what he can’t see. and his mouth waters when he pictures how cute you must look without any clothes on, your breasts and pussy highlighted so prettily, stroking his cock to the image until his vision goes blurry, the silky material of your bathing suit bottoms wrapped in his fist. he tries not to be greedy when he thumbs at the outline on your shoulder during conversation, hoping you’ll take pity on his yearning gaze and let him see underneath.

[diejager]

Konig – part time Starbucks Barista + full time pervy stalker. He looooves seeing his fav adorable customer every morning. He’s even nice enough to give you his “home made cream frappe’s” every week free of charge. He’s pleased to know you’re hooked on it. When you ask for the recipe, Konig just smirks + winks~

“It’s sweet, with salted caramel drizzle, there’s some white mocha, annnnd the rest is a secret. Shhh~😉”

Mocha cw: cum eating, cum in drink, Pervy!König, tell me if I missed any.

Everyone had their favourite barista in the coffee shop they frequented often, and every barista had their favourite customer. You liked how sweet the giant barista at your local Starbucks was, his cool, green eyes squinting when he smiled, half of his face hidden under a face mask. They swirled with something caring, a sugary love that made you swoon when you first met him at the counter, his low voice gracing your ears with a taste of heaven.

There was something about him that made him stand out, whether it be his Germanic accent, his towering height, his green eyes or his adonis-like body, sharp nose and sculpted limbs, you really liked him. König was written on his name tag, but you asked him how to pronounce his name - the first one to actually ask him that.

And you were König’s favourite customer, small and adorable, always smiling at him and giving him the respect other customers never bothered to give him as a barista. Not only were you the sweetest person he knew, you were the object of his obsession, the thing he watched at night, stalking the shadows behind your apartment building for a glimpse of your skin.

He smiled at your whenever you get to the counter, returning the darling curl of your lips, greeting you with the same words and the same order. He knew your order by heart, he knew your likes and dislikes like the back of his hands, he knew every little detail of you character. You didn’t have to tell him anything, just step to the side and watch him as he works, exchanging a few words with you while you watched him work, ambling left and right to reach every ingredient.

You come here twice a week, most of the workers knew you, but none were as close to you as König was and they knew to let him serve you, rooting for him and his little crush on you like supporting coworkers. You were a regular that everyone liked, even the boss, that never bothered to correct König when he gave you the drink for free, paying for your drinks with his own pay check.

You prefer his mocha the most out of every workers, that saltiness that clung to your tongue when you took a sip with the sweet mix of caramel and white mocha. It was the perfect mix of sweet and salty. When you asked him what his secret to making your mocha, having it saltier and sweeter than anyone else’s, he winked at you, eyes gleaming with something that you didn’t understand.

“It’s a secret, ja?” König chuckled lowly, placing the hot cup on the table. “But it is homemade, cream frappe made for you only, Kätzchen.”

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[diejager]

hear me out tho. PervKönig with with thick thigh female reader who applies lotion on her thick thick thighs after a shower??

Lotion Cw: Pervy!König, lotion on thighs?, erotic fantasy, tell me if I missed any.

Fortunately - or unfortunately in some situation - he has self-control, able to hold himself back from re-enacting his fantasies or to push his needs onto you. The hunger that festered in the pit of his stomach, an unbearring heat at the apex of his thighs, beating with an erratic pulse and growing in restlessness. König has to push back the hanging reminder that he was hard, pressed against his sweatpants with a leaky tip.

He can only hope that you won’t catch the slight tent in his pants while his hands were busy, working the soft smelling lotion of your supple thighs. The pudgy fat of your thighs so tender under his callouses fingers, skin rolling if he pressed on it, lathering the white cream over your skin. You were so soft, so pliant and so loving, letting him inch his fingers closer to the edge of your shorts, tights and squeezing your upper thigh and your crotch.

He had to bite his cheek when you let out soft moans when he reached your inner thigh, folding your round skin and bending your knee to reach under your leg before he reached down. From the apex of your leg down to your ankle, his fingers twisting and curling around your toes, between and under. You curled your toes, giggling at the ticklish sensation of his fingers, it made him smile softly, scarred lips stretching thinly.

His eyes roamed over your glistening legs, the lotion making it gleam under the bathroom light, where he had his hands on. He bowed down, lips kissing your foot, tender and loving. He heard your surprised hum, but didn’t react to your sweet sound, his mouth trailing kisses up to your knee, eyes gazing into you own, cool eyes swirling with heat.

He loved how supple your thighs were, how soft and pliant it was, it drove him wild with need. He wanted to push you down on the couch right down the hallway, and fuck them, to rut his leaky cock between them. He wondered if you’d be disgusted if you knew your roommate wanted to paint your thighs white with cum, to massage your skin with his load rather than lotion, smelling salty and tasting tangy - smelling and tasting of him - after a shower.

König might have to add this fantasy to his bucket list, to act out when you fell asleep. He only hoped you wouldn’t mind.

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