to your post. https://www.tumblr.com/konigs-lover/803582418194923520/what-do-you-think-are-koenigs-strangest?source=share
if he's the kind of guy who can afford to secretly touch a stranger in public. what if he started riding the subway more often, wanting to look at cute girls/guys and touch them if possible, but not expecting that he would become the target of a cute bird who allows himself what he himself did with other women. There are so many people in the carriage, it used to be liberating for him to let his sick brain and hands do what he wants. but now he is the one whose big hard muscles with warm fat are being kneaded by someone else's hand, driving him into that panic and excitement that he did not feel. The train stops ringing and the stranger disappears, leaving Koenig alone with a plump tent in his pants.
Today is my bday by the way💅 z anon
happy birthday sweetie!!!! hope this is to your liking <3
he reveled in being able to touch sweet things every time he wished, the prettiest people always blushing in embarrassment, humiliation making them squirm beneath his rough hands and groping touches, the way they sometimes whimper when he grinds his hard cock against their back, heavy breaths panting at their necks
he loved feeling so powerful, enjoying the weak attempts to get free from his rough hold, enjoying it even more when the trains were full of people and he could make the grinding seem like an accident, enjoying the nervous looks from the people he’d touch and the way they’d scurry off as soon as they had the opportunity
what he didn’t expect was to be the victim of his actions, receiving exactly what he was giving to others, wasn’t expecting being the victim
he was on the lookout for another pretty thing to grope and bother, when he felt someone bumping into his back, a quiet apology coming from the person behind him and his own grunt in accepting the apology
he went back to his favorite hobby, eyes on searching for the perfect person, when he felt something on his ass, seems like a hand? but he can’t turn around from the amount of people in the train, all of them squished around his form
the hand turns into two, and they move to the front of his body, his hoodie hiding the limbs, which keep rising and rising until they reach his chest
he tenses, shoulders lifting up and trying not to move, but the hands grab at his pecs, fondling the soft muscle and holding his body close to theirs
and when their fingers find his hardening nipples? yeah, the person behind him feels the sharp inhale of air and their digits focus on the nipples, pinching and twisting them, reveling in the way the soft muscle and fat spill between their fingers
one of your hands moves lower, and he tries to pull away but a harsher pinch at his sensitive nipple has him standing still, allowing your free hand to travel against his soft tummy until your palm meets his groin, soft hand grinding against the impressive size of his hardening cock, a pleased hum rumbling from your chest straight to his back that makes him shiver
the train announces the next stop and just a few seconds before it stops moving, you pay his crotch in ‘thank you’ and quickly leave the train, happily walking away with a smile on your lips, leaving that huge man with a hard cock, red cheeks and heavy breaths, confused as to what happened and hoping he’ll meet you again to touch you like that
