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nerd! konig who gets partnered with the class bimbo, and she doesn’t want to do any of the work. she gives him a pussy job so he can do all the work for her
he ends up begging her to let him put in the tip…but nerd!konig gets carried away by the warmth of her wet cunt that he rams his fat cock in her poor tight hole:( he would get all pussy drunk and not even bother pulling out…
seriously, you shouldn’t have expected any of it to be enough for him. your plan was to make him cum by rubbing your wet pussy along his neglected cock in return for a good grade on what’s probably the most important assignment of the semester; a favor for a favor. but you felt bad for him, letting him convince you with glossy eyes that the tip would satisfy him, that he wouldn’t bother you again after that. you were flattered, even, believing him when he said his dick hurts so much, it just needs to be inside you.
the feeling of your tight, gummy entrance clinging to the tip of his cock like it doesn’t want him to leave is addicting, and his craving to have more of you is almost instant. he tries, he really does, his hands shaky and breathing heavy as he fucks the head of his meaty dick in and out of your tiny hole. the squelching sounds coming from your sloppy cunt make him lightheaded, his pre oozing inside of you until you’re all messy with both of your juices. he loses all composure, burying into you to the hilt, his heavy balls smacking against your stretched out cunt. you gasp in surprise at the sudden fullness, and he’s spewing out broken apologies and curses through whimpers and grunts. he lifts you by your ass to pull you closer, humping into your tight, warm heat.
he’s all cross-eyed and dumb, glasses fogging up. your warnings to pull out are ignored. in fact, the thought of pumping his load into abused your cervix is intoxicating, and eventually sends him over the edge. he hides his face in the crook of your neck out of embarrassment, groaning long and high-pitched into your ear. he doesn’t stop cumming for a while, fucking it deep inside of you. he’s pent up from the many nights he’s spent dreaming about this, how many times you’ve left his dick sore and aching from the slightest touches. when he finally pulls out from overstimulation, none of his cum follows, all stuffed inside you. and that’s enough to instantly make him hard all over again.
you better get a good grade after this.
GIRL GIRL GIRL I'M SQUEALING. 😍😍😍
when are we getting perv!reader who really just needs a good pounding and nerd!Konig who couldnt care less about pussy and just wants to talk about his silly little guns :(
canonically accurate nerd!könig… being so excited about getting the invite to his house, under the assumption that you’re finally going to be railed into the mattress until you can’t walk by the behemoth of a man you’ve been fantasizing about every night. to be pinned down by the biceps you’ve creamed around your fingers thinking about at long last.
you’re about to pull your top off, only for him to cut you off by opening the latch to the display case for his guns, ready to walk you through his impressive collection in way too much detail. he’s just happy to have a willing audience to pour all his lonely years of stored up knowledge into, oblivious to the way you aren’t soaking any of it up, fidgeting helplessly from your place on his bed as frustration and white-hot need fuzzes around your nerves. you’ve long since stopped contributing to the conversation; pretending that your eyes aren’t honed in on the way his large hands work expertly around the weapon, and the sizable bulge between his hairy, thick thighs was a mission that was quickly abandoned. he isn’t even hard, yet he’s probably the biggest you’ve ever seen, and the fact that he isn’t letting you put it to use is infuriating :(
you’re too cock starved to do anything but blurt out the truth when he asks why you’re being so touchy, trying to convince him that you’d be a much more attentive listener if you had a stuffed mouth. and he reluctantly obliges once the faux tears start flowing from your pretty eyes, too polite to turn down such a distressed girl in need. he takes pity on you, ridding himself of his belt and feeding you his soft dick as an apology. if you’re nice and quiet, he’ll let you fuck yourself to exhaustion on his length just so he can go back to his rambling while you’re too sated to do anything but listen… it’s not the most appropriate teaching strategy, but he has to get you to pay attention somehow!
i came. bestie you fucking ate.
breast massaging with nerd!könig because you know his intentions are pure, and when he sees you wincing in pain at how sore your period is making your boobs after your hug, he’ll do just about anything you tell him to help. you, on the other hand, have just been dying to get his excessively large, warm hands on your tits since you first met.
laying back on his couch with your thighs spread and locked around his broad hips, a position that leaves little room between the heat of your clothed sexes. he’s agonizingly gentle, a sweet and hesitant touch of large palm to your supple, swollen breasts over your shirt at first. it has you sucking your bottom lip into your teeth anyway, warmth blossoming behind your navel and he remains clueless, face hesitant like he’s scared he’s hurting you.
his eyes widen behind his glasses when you tell him it would feel much better under your shirt, giggling at the way his hands still in shock. now, you’re forced to take matters into his own hands. grabbing his strong forearms to guide his hands where you want them, stuffing them inside your camisole and barely containing the moan that threatens to spill from your slightly slack jaw at the skin to skin contact. könig’s gulp is audible as he watches his inexperienced hands knead the soft dough of your breasts, how the fat gives under his fingertips.
you both lose yourself in it. your pussy involuntarily rutting against the large, growing bulge in his pants, a biological reaction to having your leaking warmth pressed against him, two handfuls of your cute tits. it’s a high pitched whine from your throat when he thumbs over your perky nipples that causes him to snap back into himself, the blood not filling up his cock rushing to his cheeks as he starts apologizing profusely.
“i’m sorry, schatz, i—i can’t help it, you see…”
so close to release, you trap him in with your thighs, your dainty hands gripping the straining muscles of his arms as you beg him not to stop. he can’t help but feel like it’s his fault when your back arches off the bed, lower half convulsing against him as he palms your breasts through your orgasm. chants out a series of apologies even as he’s soiling his pants with his finish, bucking into your cunt helplessly.