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Im thinking best friend!konig but he’s so overtly pervy towards reader
König uses your friendship as an excuse to be overly touchy with you, his best friend. 🧩
You're the only one who actually stayed, who cared for him and his mental sake. Throughout König's childhood, people taunted and ridiculed him for being larger than everyone else. They look at him as if he was a freak, a danger to society. People refused to touch him, speak with him, or even look his way out of embarrassment. König holds grudges against these people simply because a lot of them haven't changed.
You, on the other hand, didn't care for the whispers and rumors people would create as an attempt to isolate König. You enjoyed and appreciated König's company. You'd hold him tightly while he weeped in the comfort of your arms, finally at ease with you. Although, König's feelings for his best friend gradually changed and became more... Sexual. He no longer craved a friendship with you, but instead a romantic relationship. Despite his romantic feelings towards his best friend, he held them close to his heart and refused to let them out. He couldn't ruin your relationship, he needed you in his life.
Instead, König would make excuses for his touchiness and perverseness, the way his hands would wander to your rear while cuddling up together, or how he'd play with your underwear while watching a movie together. Occasionally, König would jerk off beside you, excusing his gross and perverse behaviour as being comfortable with you. Don't you want König to be happy and relaxed? Let him do what he wants, Mauschen.
You're hesitant when you allow König to use your body for the first time. You're under the impression that this is a one-time thing. He promises that it's nothing sexual or romantic, but as he enters his mid-twenties, he's desperate for the touch of a woman, to lose his cherished and precious virginity to his beloved best friend. He wants to feel the tightness of your pussy around his hard cock, let you know how thankful he is for you.
“Danke-Scheiße!” König curses himself out as he 'accidentally' comes inside of you, globs of his thick and creamy arousal seeping from the head of his girthy cock into your velvety walls. His breathing is uncontrollable and heavy, with his eyes shut tightly and his cheeks flushed a rosy pink, feeling humiliated as he admires the sticky mess he'd created. He leans his bodyweight down onto you to prevent you from wiggling away and to whisper an apology into your ear before dozing off, to have a wet dream about that fantasy of his becoming reality.