141 + Konig Reactions To Seeing Reader In Thigh Highs?

141 + konig reactions to seeing reader in thigh highs?

141 n koni babys reaction to seeing u wearing thigh highs

nsfw under cut you’ve been warned

john price is a simple man. even old fashioned, if you will. so he does what any normal man would do. sat you on the bed and began kissing down your thigh all the way to your ankle. savoring how beautiful your skin looked in the elegant fabric. he eventually began leaving sloppier kisses against your inner thighs. by the time he got to your dripping heat, the lacy garments were off.

simon riley basked in the sight for about a minute before tearing them off. something about how gorgeous your thighs looked drove him insane. your legs are fully spread apart, taking his full length as if your life depended on it. while tears are forming at your eyes due to his sheer size, he scolds you. he scolds you for wearing such a slutty thing, basically asking to get ravaged.

johnny mactavish tried his best to ignore the fact you had been walking around your shared kitchen in nothing but his t-shirt and a pair of white thigh highs. the way the delicate material wrapped around your thighs made his cock twitch needily. you stood over the countertop making a simple lunch for your boyfriend, johnny let his arms snake around your waist and let his hands wander. he began softly humping you through his sweatpants, whining for you to come to the bedroom.

kyle garrick tried his hardest to pretend he didn’t notice that sexy lingerie sitting atop of your thighs. but he did. he noticed it all. the way you shuffled between him and the coffee table when the two of you were watching a movie, ass moving right across his face. the way you had sat on his lap while texting your friends back, ignoring the way his throbbing dick was proding against you. he eventually gave in. bending you over the sofa and softly lecturing you about how it’s naughty to tease him all day while wearing tight lingerie around the house.

poor könig couldn’t contain himself for that long. the way your thighs looked so perfect killed him. he pulled you onto his lap facing him. whining about how you made him so needy by wearing something so cute. he used giant hands to rock your hips back and forth on his hard length, leaning down to your ear whispering about how he’s fuck you stupid while watching the lacy fabric hug your plump thighs

mike schmidt fanfic reqs OPEN. OPEN AS FUCK!!!!

i seen someone do this with Keegan but could you pretty please write sleepy morning sex with könig 🙏🙏🙏

i can do that absolutely

tags: smut, fluffy aftercare, this is so short guys i’m sorry

you wake up to the familiar feeling of könig’s heavy, calloused hands kneading circles in your hips. you roll over and give your boyfriend a messy ‘good morning’ kiss, but instead of leaving it there, he keeps going. arms sleepily grabbing your ass and giving it soft taps. he instructs you to turn back around so the two of you are in a spooning position. he pulls your underwear to the side and pulls down his own, letting his hard, leaky dick spring onto his stomach.

“been like this all morning, maus”. he lets his lips linger by your ear as he slowly works his dick into your drooling hole. his thrusts are far more gentle than they typically are, creating an extremely comfortable and intimate moment. könig makes a trail of pinkish hickies down the side of your neck, pressing the flat of his tongue down on your pulse point. you selfishly grind your hips down into könig’s in desperate search for more. he doesn’t scold you this time, instead allowing you to make yourself feel good on his cock.

“m close kö, so sensitive in the mornings”. he grabs your hand and presses light kisses on your knuckles as you reach your high, riding it out at your own pace. he follows soon after you, finishing inside where he stays for awhile.

when he pulls out you whine at the loss of contact. könig hushes you by moving you to face him again, murmuring praises and leaving wet kisses all over your face. he wraps an arm around your lower back and you cuddle into his intoxicated scent, letting the relaxation consume you and falling back asleep.

heeey i wanted to check in and see how u were doing. how are you??

i’m so so good!!!! thank you so much for checking in on me

i’m so normal about this

miks swears he’s sooooooo nonchalant when it comes to you when he’s literally ready to pounce on u any moment you guys get away from abby

sooooo true

he's surrounded by girls who swear they know better than him (they do) and most of the time, whenever you, vanessa, and abby are all in the same vicinity, as soon as you step away they're both all "you're so obsessed" "you've got hearts in your eyes". meanwhile, mike swears up and down that no, he's not obsessed he's just very appreciative. and actually, he's not even obvious about his true level of affection towards you.

but maybe there's some truth to abby and vanessa's teasing because as soon as you're both alone, even just for a few minutes as abby runs to the bathroom, he's on you. his hand between your legs under the blanket, the sound of the two of you kissing a little obnoxiously loud in the silence that the paused movie has created.

there's just a small window in this moment where he gets to taste your lips, and he's using every second to his advantage. lips just a little too fast against yours, his tongue slipping past them to meld with yours, allowing you to taste the cherry coke that he's been sipping all night along with the salt from the popcorn you'd been sharing. his hand presses against your mound, he cups it, and then the toilet flushes down the hall and he pulls his palm from under the blanket.

he kisses you twice more, chaste yet not fleeting, and then he's sitting back and smiling at abby as she comes skipping down the hall.

"ready?" he asks her, just before he presses play.

ya.

thinking thoughts…

warnings: suggestive, 18+, nsfw- could be fleshed out… just a little thought for your Thursday.

thinking about playing a prank on Miguel saying you’re getting a tattoo done (it’ll be airbrush for the sake of the idea) with friends and when you come back to him, his spider symbol is airbrushed onto you as a tramp stamp tattoo.

he wouldn’t know how to respond at first, maybe just pure shock because it’s obvious as to why you would want to go without him to get a tattoo. Let alone one of his own symbol he wears on his suit.

“It’s not permanent, Migs. For now.” You’d chuckle, observing his shocked state as he attempts to process the new art where your back dimples are located.

He’d ask how long it lasts. Just so he can measure how many nights he’d have you on all fours, your velvet walls sucking him in as he thrusts deep into you.

“A month. Why?” You’d chuckle, starting to see the excitement in his eyes form at the thought of you splayed underneath him, a myriad of curses and moans escaping as he ruts into you, one hand on your back, touching the pretty delicate art as he tugs your head back to press kisses against your neck, all his to cover in his own forms of ink and art.

“No reason.” He’d smirk, before gripping your hips and getting you on all fours.

“I’m sure it’ll last a couple rounds, querida.”