... I NEEEEEED ITTTTT PEOPLE SEND REQS!

... I NEEEEEED ITTTTT PEOPLE SEND REQS!

Boxer König.

That is all. 🧎‍♀️

i’ve literally had this exact thot before. literally imagine him all sweaty and wearing those shorts that insinuate the BULGE and cut off above the thigh 😫😫

he’d be a bare-knuckle fighter though for sure. or he’d just wear that bandaged padding around his fingers so he doesn’t break his hand on your face or something 🙂‍↕️

he’d be a heavy weight. the heaviest of the category too. he’s not the most agile but he packs a lethal punch so whatever.

he uses YOU to train. as in, bench presses you, bicep curls you, deadlifts you, does push ups with you on his back, etc.

and back home he sees how long he can fuck you for, and how many rounds he can go. (stamina training, duh).

i can’t stop picturing his sweat-damp chest and stomach, sweat DRIPPING from his armpit hair and drooling down the veins of his arms. he has to look somewhat presentable during matches so, he gets you to trim the hair on his front. it still catches most of the sweat though.

he’d bulk for each fight too. he skips the cutting stage and just BULKS THE FUCK OUT. the man is a tank, it’s no wonder all of his opponents lose by KO.

omg i could write about this for hours.

SEND ME SMUTTY BOXER!KÖNIG REQS I NEED HIM

Y/N: L is for the way you look at me Gaz: O is for the only one I see Soap: V is very, very extraordinary Ghost: E is for everyone shut the fuck up it's 2am go to sleep before I kill you all

Fr babes me too

i wanna suck könig’s dick so hard that his stomach caves in like a capri sun

COD P★ LINKS

Yawll……dis is horny… so like fair warning

John price

Price tying you up after he catches you disobeying him by touching yourself :(

Overstimulation with John <3

Price eating you out after a loooooong mission

More price eating pussy (the guy LITERALLY looks like him or am I tripping)

Since you like using them so much, this shouldn’t be a punishment for you, correct ?

John getting you to ride his thigh

Theres a reason why they’re his favourite

Kyle Garrick

Gaz after ruthlessly fucking you for three hours ;3

What you get for flaunting yourself in front of his mates :(

Lazy night in with gaz

Shhh don’t want anyone to hear you

Late night humping with your clingy boyfriend

Roommate! Gaz getting tired of your horny whining

Simon Riley

Just a quick reminder of where you belong

Quick polishing’

A goodbye gift

A welcome home gift

Roommate! Ghost pounding you till you wake up :(

Owner! Ghost with his lil pup

Little film for later

Gettin’ crafty

John McTavish

Riding him until he’s dumb <3

Mornin sex with Johnny boy

Self restrain

Virgin! Johnny

Just his doll

Convincing your friend, Johnny to join your live 🫣

König

Hes just too big you needed a photo for confirmation

Need your colonel to reach you a lesson?

Just a quickie before he leaves for work

Quickie part 2

Good girls beg

I AM GOING FERAL FOR BOXER!KÖNIG.

Boxer König before a match pls pls pls I need him so bad (ignore if you want lmao, I’m going crazy without him)

“ignore if you want to” SHUT UPPPP IM DOING ITTT

elevated sex? standing sex? i dunno what you fuckin call it man. creampie, you get caught. MDNI 18+

“is this— mmf! a good idea?” you moan out, breathless. he’s got you pressed against a locker, legs locked around his hips whilst his large hands hold you up by the underside of your arse.

“why would it not be?” he grunts, hips slamming your body against the cold metal behind you. you whimper, nails scraping down the sweaty bulges of his biceps. “your fight— hmmf~ starts soon. . .” your words are laboured. stammered and choked — toes curling and face contorting.

he thrusts particularly roughly into you then, punctuating the notion that he doesn’t care. “i know.” you mewl at that, fingers cutting into his slick skin. his cockhead — spewing and swollen — bullies itself against your cervix, pre-cum spitting into the narrow crevice. he starts to lift you from his cock, only to lower you back onto it.

your head thuds back, lips parted and eyes droopy. “you’re gonna wear yourself out.” you joke, gasped. he doesn’t take kindly to it, fucking you down on his prick with hard features and occasional groans.

he’s not struggling. his measured breathing, usual rbf and muscles rippling but otherwise unstrained, lead you to wonder if he’s getting anything out of this at all. but you’re close, a familiar heat churning in the pit of your stomach whilst your cunt clings to his prick like a suction cup.

he twitches inside of you, thick fingers biting into the curve of your arse as his pecs and abs flex. he ups his pace, rutting at a harsher force and rhythm. the locker starts to creak behind you as it starts to lift from the ground, and you want to warn könig but you can’t get your fucking words out — too drunk on the way he drills in and out of you. it’s a tight fit; the stretch so vast that your hole looks like a screaming mouth where juices spill from the cracks around him.

not that he leaves much room for anything to go to waste. you’re plugged full, and your pussy starts to squelch around him as you grow wetter by the second.

the locker wobbles and you garble when you cream around his delving cock, globules of your thick cum splattering onto the tiled floor — his dick pumping it out of you, the pure volume of it having nowhere else to go but pour around him.

he’s not far behind you, spinning milky webs straight into your womb just as the locker gives out — crashing to the floor. it’s loud. deafening, even. and you squeal not just from the commotion, but the way he’s still moving — fucking every last drop from his heavy balls into you.

the door to his changing room opens and you gasp, hiding your face in his neck. “könig-!”

he slows his tempo, now lazily stroking himself between your spasming walls. deliberate and gradual. “you okay, champ—? Shit.” his coach stops dead, gawking for a second at the sight of his best fighter standing stark-naked with a humiliated you speared atop his cock. he clears his throat. “uh, sorry. five minutes, okay?”

“ten.” könig shamelessly corrects the man, glaring right at him.