König breath hitches in his throat as he watches you walk around the base camp with those thigh and ass hugging shorts and that form hugging tank top, god what he would do to tear those clothes off of you with his teeth.
He’s been following you for a while now, his mind filled with sinful thoughts and his pants are painfully tight.
He’s too scared to actually talk to you, or else you may think he’s weird because of how lustful he is. But it’s not his fault for wanting to see you sprawled out on his bed as he fucks you senseless until you can’t remember your own name, just so he can eat you out with his cum still seeping out of you.
He trailed behind you mindlessly, not caring if anyone saw him. Even if they did, they wouldn’t say anything. Everyone on camp either is too scared to say anything to him, or just don’t want to talk to him because they’re jealous of how good he is on the field.