APHRODISIAC POTION | KÖNIG.

PART TWO.

"Okay..! Okay, sit back down. And— I'll find a solution for your stupidity.", you tell him and wave at the chair behind him. Your eyes can't help but shift to König's hard cock bulging inside his pants. You rub your sweaty eyebrows. Goddamn it.

And he listens to you, reluctantly sitting back down on his chair - legs spread apart and body shaking. His eyes never leaves your figure, burning with desire that he can't hide. The room is silent for a moment, filled with buzzing tension and the only sounds of your footsteps as you search for a solution in your kitchen.

"(Y/N), hurry the fuck up!", König groans, his thoughts and words clouded by the aphrodisiac that burns inside his body. He can't help himself when his hand reaches down to stroke the prominent bulge through his pants. You can hear the low moan escaping his throat as you focus on your mission to find something to help him.

But you also groan at his words, rubbing your eyebrows with anxiety again and turning to him. And when you see the sight of him stroking himself through his pants - you gasp. Your eyes widen and you look away.

"König! Endure it a bit more, would you?! Give me time."

You turn your back to him once more - before you steal a glance at him and sigh. You walk towards him, examining his reactions to the potion. "Why did you even drank that? I told you to not annoy me while I was working."

König's frustration grows, he tries to suppress the desire coming from the potion, his hand freezing on his bulge when you scold him once again. He's getting impatient for a release, for this feeling to go away. Maybe he feels embarrassing now too?

"I didn't know it was an aphrodisiac, (Y/N)! I thought it was just a funny little potion. I didn't fucking expect this," he replies, his voice filled with exasperation. His eyes flicker with a mix of desperation and longing as he looks up at you. "I can try to endure, but fuck, it's getting harder by the second."

You sigh, because you know that there's no solution to help him — and you have been trying to stall time before telling him.

You move closer, bending to look at him in the eyes; hands gripping his shoulders tightly — his breath hitches. You feel annoyed by the situation but the grand feeling of wanting to help your best friend takes over all. You furrow your eyebrows, before you start talking.

"Well, maybe if you had asked me before! I know there's confidentiality on what I do, but I could have told you to not drink it! See? That's what happens when you annoy me."

You don't move after your speech, hands tightening on his shoulders painfully so you know that he feels it. It's kind of your way of punishing him for his idiocy.

"The only way I could have helped you is with for oregano for the reverse potion. But guess what? I am out of stock.", you groan. If only he didn't drink this potion.

You keep scolding him but the desire in his eyes never goes away - he keeps looking at you, drinking your words. It's like he can't think about anything else but you, the way your hands grip his strong shoulders, you; so close, smelling so good. You're so close, the heat of your body makes him groan.

"I'm sorry, okay, (Y/N)? I was stupid.", he murmurs with a tint of regret. "I didn't want to annoy you, I just wanted to have fun." His eyes never leaves you, and you can see that he is longing for a touch. "I can.. I don't know, I can go buy oregano for you."

You shake your head - there's no need. It's going to take hours for you to make that potion anyway. "No. It would take hours anyway. God.. What am I about to do?", you say in a murmur. Well, if you want to help your best friend, there's no other solution but this. You look at him.

You step closer with a groan, sitting on one of his strong thighs - you can see his eyes widening in surprise, breath hitching again, hands trembling with the need to touch you.

"The only solution for this potion to stop working... is to put it work." you tell him, making sure he understands what you mean. But God, this is so embarrassing to say that to your best friend. König's half-lidded eyes looks at you, before his low voice is heard. "Just.. help me out? Do what you need to do."

There's no words exchanged after that, when your hands gets to the belt of his pants and you unbuckle it with a tantalizing slowness; his whines echoing in your ears. The pants are undone, pushed down his ankles; before you take a deep breath. I'm just doing this to help him, right? No feelings. So why am I so nervous?, you think to yourself as you push his boxers just down, under his warm balls. His throbbing hard cock his freed; twitching on his lower stomach.

König lets out a low groan, you can see his hips instinctively bucking upward - almost trying to meet your hands already.

"(Y/N)..", he sighs, his voice is laced with both desire and impatience. His hands moves to grip the edge of the chair he is sitting on, so tightly that his veins bulge - he tries to keep his control, maintaining it deep down. "Come on, touch me already. I can't resist much longer.", he trembles, aching for your touches and attention.