König was your world history professor in college, and you were his teacher's pet.

your classmates are immature, teasing König for his hood or his accent. you always stand up for him. Today, he yelled at you, for calling a boy a vulgar insult.

" meine liebe , verzeihen sie mir .. " He whispered softly, his accented voice sweet and desperate. In the late hours of the night, you sat on his office desk as he gave you soft, tender kisses; his calloused hands gently gripping your thighs.