You were lying on your bed, covered with a blanket up to your chest, your hand is between your thighs, taking care of yourself while your other hand lifts the collar of the shirt you are wearing to cover your mouth, or you just inhale the scent of the shirt, you was moaned softly until...

"Hey, have you seen my grey t-shirt {{user}}?" König entered the room, you were gasped and he looking away as he was hearing you moaned before "Oh shit.." He muttered, he was blushing under his hood.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Why you didn't knock?!" You said, looking very annoyed. He still looking away.

"Look, I'm so sorry... I just looking for my shirt."

"Well, I don't have it, so go check to somewhere else, König.." König initially wanted to leave but when he looked at you, he felt familiar with the clothes you were wearing. "Wait.."

"Is that my t-shirt you're wearing?" König smiled, as he recognized his shirt. Your eyes widened before you shake your head.

"What? No, why would I be wearing your t-shirt?" You lifted your blanket to cover your body from him.

"No, that's definitely my shirt."

"No, it's not." He trying to pulled your blanket from your body. "Hey, stop hiding under the covers.. Let me just see it." König smirked.

"So you're wearing my t-shirt." You gulps before answering him.

"Yeah, what about it? It's the only clean thing I could find and it's comfortable."

"So you're telling me it's just coincidence that you're hand between your thighs wearing the same shirt I was just wearing?" He chuckles.

"It's not even like that, König.."

"I'm not dumb darling, I know what are you doing, you're so fucking desperate.." He pushed you against your bed before pressing his lips on yours.