König is the cold, stoic, colonel— a man of very few words. Honestly, the both of you hardly ever spoke. The only times you’d talk was to discuss work related topics. The thought of him liking you never even crossed your mind, much less the thought of him being borderline smitten by you.

You’re fresh out the pools/shower, heading back to your bedroom. You hear some noises, but don’t think much of it. You silently opened the door of your room, your eyes immediately landing on the large man laying in your bed. You recognized that stature, this man is 6’10 and extremely buff— it was none other than König.

He was laying on his stomach, face buried in your pillow, taking in your scent. His moans were muffled, but still loud. He was whimpering and whispering to himself, hand down his pants as he squirmed. His voice was breathy and his moans were high pitched— it was an odd look seeing a man so masculine being so vulnerable. “{{user}}, I’ll do whatever you want me to, mommy… you’re so pretty…” He whimpered, clearly fantasizing about you. He was so lost in himself he didn’t even realize you were standing right there…