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[dizzykss]

distracting dreams. longer name. könig notices you avoiding him. and it doesn’t take long for him to figure out that it’s all because of a little dream you had. marks. fingering. pussy play. semi-public. slight age gap

you couldn’t meet könig’s gaze for the entire day. the one time you did get a glimpse of him, his arm reaching over to grab a gun or a vest or something that you weren’t really paying attention to, your mind started whirring. your little dream had come back to, despite your inner protest, the memory of könig’s hands sliding down between your thighs made your stomach clench. heat making your cheeks flushed, along with your nose.

könig had noticed this change in your expression, as he eyes you. this only seemed to make your mind run laps, remembering the way his thick fingers jammed into you, while his heavy bulge kept nudging against your widened legs. fuck. in that moment you spared him a small smile and quickly turned to take business elsewhere.

as the day got later, your pussy craved for something that you knew you’d never get. i mean how pathetic can you get? honestly. but what you hadn’t realized was how attentive könig was to you. having been your mentor and supervisor he had grown a keen eye to your habits. you had never minded making eye contact before, or at least as much. but now you actively avoided it. and when könig made the mistake of letting his gaze drop he saw the way your thighs clenched tightly together.

he wasn’t a stupid man, he knew what that meant. and though the clear age gap and status provided you both with a clear ‘forbidden zone’, könig couldn’t help but keep looking. you were a pretty girl. könig also wasn’t blind. he knew the random stares you got, the passing compliments. he hadn’t thought much of it, but as he soon became aware of your dire need to avoid him he grew curious.

“i need to speak to you.” könig says to you in his normal professional manner that has you thinking you’re in the clear. but the moment you two end up alone he draws in close, far too easily lifting you onto the nearby table. your eyes expand as his large hands holds your thighs apart, and around his hips. “why are you avoiding me?” his question is simple. but you’re too awestruck to come up with a lie as you just gulp.

he’s testing a theory. your avoidance of eye contact, flushed cheeks, and clenched thighs all lead to something that is making könig second guess himself in thinking his plan is all for research purposes. did he want you like this? did he like the fact that you looked so flustered?

“alright, answer me this then. what did you dream about the other night?” his straight to the point question is nothing like the könig you knew. in fact this whole ‘confrontation’ is anything but. he doesn’t waste his time conversing in deep detail, or asking any questions that lead to said conversations. his question is followed by your further silence. what were you supposed to say? ‘yeah, i dreamt of you fucking me until i could barely breathe’.

“it’s a simple question.” he speaks again, and this time you can feel your body come to life. but not in the way of action in more of a reaction to his hands now stroking your thighs. his hands can practically encompass them. that only seems to make your inability to speak more prominent. “if you aren’t going to say anything, i’m going to start assuming.”

yeah, maybe his ‘plan’ is turning into something more. he wanted to know what was bothering you. that if he touched you this close would you react with disgust or as you are now? but now his mind seems to wander. if he’s right about you fantasizing about him, and if you won’t talk, there’s only one way to understand more.

you can’t comprehend a thing as his hand slips down between your thighs and begins to rub right against your covered pussy. your mouth salivates as your hands grip on the material of his shirt. könig watches you closely as your gaze darts down in surprise, your lips parting. his fingers drag against your cunt as your hips instinctively shudder. yeah…he knows.

his other hand then moves over to the button and zip of your pants, skillfully unbuttoning and unzipping until his hand can completely slide past your panties and graze right over your weeping pussy. a small gasp leaves you as your hips move a fraction, your head now practically rested on his chest as he stands. his calloused fingers do wonders to your clit and more choked sounds leave you.

you’re embarrassed. but at this point nothing much is going on in your mind besides the repeat of ‘könig is touching me’ ‘könig is touching me’. he doesn’t say a word as he then slips two fingers into your hole, the stretch making a louder mewl leave you. könig’s free hand presses against your mouth to quieten you, as he begins to fuck you with his fingers, your clothes muffling the wet drag of your seeping pussy.

his hips keep your thighs from shaking too much as you press against them for support, your forehead against his chest drawing you closer to him. “do not make a sound.” he whispers to you, as he removes his hold on your mouth, his hand slipping to partially soothe and hold your head.

könig can feel you squeezing around his fingers, your breathing telling him how close you are as his thumb rubs soothing circles on your clit. your orgasm crashes over you as you mouth opens, panting against him. he keeps thrusting his cum covered fingers into you as your hips grind as much as they can. after a moment, your orgasm slowly decreasing, könig mutters something. “is that why you were avoiding me today?”

you can’t tell if he’s disappointed or not. and you’re still too scared to look him in the eye. even more now, that his fingers are spreading your arousal and cum all over your pussy lips, his hand still in your pants. “i’m…sorry.” you manage, your embarrassment catching up to you. he doesn’t reply a moment as he keeps playing with your pussy lips slowly. “is that a yes?” he hums.

“…yes.” you murmur back. the moment you say this, his fingers slide right back into your hole making you gasp, and grip onto his arms. you finally gaze up at him, as he begins to finger you again. “w-what—“ you choke out as your eyes threaten to roll, the heat in your core returning. you don’t know his reason for thrusting his fingers back into you. because all he knows is that he wants to watch you cum again.

[dizzykss]

ride me. longer name. getting off on ghost’s abs because he told you to. marks. riding abs. praise

ghost wouldn’t care for anything other than hearing you say the words ‘yeah alright….but—‘ that’s all he needed to hear before he was grabbing you by the hips and lifting you effortlessly onto him. he manhandled you into a straddle as his lips parted, his body leant back on the bed, as you managed a small squeal at the sudden movement. “thanks, sweetheart.” he mutters, lifting his shirt off before your pants were tossed aside as well.

all his actions were a mix of desperate and demanding. he wanted you like this. needed you like this. rutting against him. his hands found your thighs as he spoke. “straddle my stomach babe…jus’ like that…” he’s already breathing heavy at the sight of you on top of you. even though he preferred to have you begging underneath him, this exact thought had been haunting him for days. “now…get off on my abs.” this was a straight up demand as all you could do was sit on his stomach and begin to move your hips.

with ghost’s hands going up and under your shirt, sending shivers through you, you’re weeping pussy lips dragged across his abs. you nearly choked out a moan when you felt his abs tighten underneath you, as ghost watched you become undone. he liked this sense of power. and watching you grind against him so close to his aching hard on made his hands on you grow more harsh, finding your tits and manhandling them as he pleased.

“so pretty sweetheart…look at you…” he mutters out as your wetness now glides along his stomach, your clit pulsing at the stimulation “i know that feels good huh? jus’ what you needed…” ghost always knows what you need. and he makes that clear to you.

“only i can get you off like this.” again its a statement. he’s confident enough to know what he does to you and your pretty little pussy. “she’s made a mess on me…” he coos as you flush with embarrassment. but your quick moving hips distract you enough as you chase after your nearing high.

“cum on my abs.” another demand that has your hole clenching around nothing. you nearly cry out as you try your best, but your body is already growing tired, your hefty day catching up to you.

this only has ghost smirking. “do you need some help there, sweetheart?” you just pathetically nod, as he then takes control and places his hands on your hips, moving you along his abs. you’re shaking when you orgasm, all flushed and breathing heavy. but the moment you cover his stomach in more arousal, ghost is sitting up and making you slide right down onto his cock, your pussy lips immediately wrapping around his length.

he must have managed to unbuckle his pants while you were getting off on him. “can you do that again for me? this time right…here.” his cock brushes against your sensitive clit as he grabs your chin making you nod as he grins. “…that’s my girl.”