Simon And Knig Being Unable To Stop Bickering For A Second, Even When Theyre Balls Deep Inside Of You.

simon and könig being unable to stop bickering for a second, even when they’re balls deep inside of you. they’ve got you in an Eiffel Tower, könig’s cock filling your glossy pussy while simon stuffs your mouth. it took ages of convincing for them to even consider this position, but eventually they decided to put their discrepancies aside for the sake of you, their precious, spoiled little thing. it didn’t last very long though…

“jackhammer much, mate? you’ve got her choking on me over here.” simon points out, his heavy hand stroking your hair soothingly. könig’s using your hips as leverage, bucking into you at a rabid pace, each of his thrusts lurching your body forward and forcing you to take more of simon’s dick down your poor throat. “what happened to treatin’ the princess with care?”

“it’s okay, she likes it. isn’t that right, maus?”

your cheeks warm up as you hum around simon’s dick noncommittally. nothing gets passed the l.t though, and suddenly he’s gripping you by your hair, pulling your mouth off his cock.

“wait, you let him fuck your face?” he asks, sounding genuinely offended.

you wipe the line of spit that trails from your swollen lips all the way to his still hard dick, hovering just out of reach. you huff. “he’s more sadistic than you…” you say sheepishly in response, voice staccato from könig’s thrusts.

“you tellin’ me i’m the soft sex guy? the aftercare fuck?”

“‘s alright, mate.” könig reaches over your naked body to pat his comrade on the shoulder. “youve got boyfriend dick. happens to the best of us.”

Here are some German specific quirks I think König would have <3

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(yes, I know he's Austrian, but the difference is really only that they talk funny and have better desserts)

♡ he HATES fans and air conditioning. Like I'm talking disdain from the deepest pits of hell kinda hate.

Ceiling fans and AC are not a thing here, and literally every German looks at it with a very disapproving look if there happens to be one somewhere.

König absolutely refuses to sleep with the fan or AC on, just open a window, Liebling!

He's so upset that he can't put the window "auf kipp" :( (pls Google it, it's so hard to explain lol) like he's crushed that he can't keep the windows "auf kipp" all day.

You have a ceiling fan? Nope, not anymore. That thing is getting taken down the minute you move in together. But if you insist on keeping it, he'll secretly cut the cable to the switch.

Everyone knows all they do is whirl around dust and make you sick! He's not having it.

König acts like artificial ventilation is his worst enemy (I agree with him) and he'd rather suffocate than turn on the goddamn AC.

♡ Sundays are strictly lazy/rest days. Nothing's open on Sundays here, so we're forced to relax and not run around like headless chickens trying to get things done.

He's absolutely baffled if you have plans to go somewhere on a Sunday. What do you mean you need to run errands? What do you mean you're going out? And if you want him to come along?? Yeah, no.

His brain stops working. After the many years he's been alive, not once has he gone somewhere on a Sunday that wasn't his Oma's house for Kaffee und Kuchen.

You're not going anywhere. Plans are canceled, and you better spend the day on the couch with him.

♡ König probably misses all the beautiful old architecture Vienna has to offer. You don't quite appreciate it as much when it's just there all the time, but now he wishes he could quietly people watch in the city center :(

In my mind he's a bit of a history nerd, so he probably frequented museums and castles, admiring the delicately sculpted ceilings and wondering how people lived back then.

He'd be most fascinated by the masonry work done on the outside of most buildings. I mean, that's stone, but it's so smooth and carefully crafted.

♡ there are some very weird sayings in German that you just can't translate because they don't make sense. König is sick of having to awkwardly try to explain what they mean after he's been caught muttering one under his breath, only to realize halfway through that he looks like a maniac.

German is a very literal language, and I think he misses speaking it. We have very specific words for some things and he probably struggles to talk in English sometimes purely because the words he wants to use just don't exist.

(I'm very upset they didn't give him an Austrian accent bc it's one of my favorites, but I can also confidently say that I think he wouldn't be taken seriously at all if he had one lmao)

♡ König goes on random ass walks sometimes. Where's he going? On a walk. No, like where is he going? HE'S GOING ON A WALK.

There's no destination, you just walk. No matter the weather. Ya walk until you feel like you've walked enough. (A very German experience and I hate it)

♡ dreams of his Oma's Kaiserschmarn (me too, König, me too.)

It's basically a giant pancake that you tear into little pieces (traditionally, it has raisins too, I think) and you eat with either cinnamon sugar or applesauce (or both) and you will drift up to heaven.

It's warm, it's fluffy, it's sweet;

It's perfect for a gloomy Friday afternoon spent with his Oma and Opa 🥺

(Can you tell that I'm projecting)

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"Auf kipp" is a very specific window position where only the bottom two hinges stay attached so you can tilt the window towards you and a little crack is open so you can always have fresh air!

"Oma und Opa" grandma and grandpa, which he loves so much, undoubtedly.

"Kaffe und Kuchen" basically tea time. You get together and eat cake and have coffee! Mostly on the weekends :)

"Kaiserschmarn" what dreams are made of.

🩷

Imagine shooting your shot at dragon-form Rex Lapis.

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Rex Lapis is enjoying a tranquil afternoon in his lofty dragon form, out in the fields of Tianqiu Valley. His nation is currently at peace, so he can afford himself a day of relaxation out in the open. His fluffy tail goes swish-swish as his ever-twinkling eyes languidly take in the serenity that sweeps over Liyue's emerald fields.

He senses someone approaching, and casually rears his head to find you heading towards him. Ah, sweet-looking mortal. Rex Lapis purrs softly as a gesture of welcome. He is at rest, but should you have anything troubling you, he would be more than willing to assist. Or perhaps you would like to relax with him as well? He imagines you napping against his smooth scales and delights at the thought.

"Lord Morax Rex Lapis Yanwang Dijun Prime of Adepti, I have something to tell you!" you burst out awkwardly once you've reached him, hands on your hips.

He lets out a quiet, amused huff at the usage of the titles. He utters kindly, "I am all ears, little one."

You're wearing a cheeky but hopeful grin. "I can take you!"

Rex Lapis blinks slowly. Then, he tilts his head, intrigued. “Take me where? We shall head out at once.”

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

Bonus:

"Why not, my lord? Why couldn't you be my dragon husband?"

"My dear, my copulatory appendage is the size of your entire body."

"...Yes, and?"

Kugo Sakamata (Gang Orca)-

Y/N's Melody

♡ ♡ ~

Dating Pro-hero Gang Orca has never been short of interesting. He's attentive, loving, and an amazing partner. What Kugo brings to the bedroom has always rocked your world- but tonight is a little different. Your fertile scent activates his animalistic side, and he shows you just how much that effects him.

Masterlist | More My Hero Academia

Gang Orca x Fem!Reader

wc: 3k

author's note: I am not a marine biologist, nor do I claim to be. I did research up some whale mating patterns, but it was interesting to find that there is a lot unknown out there. Anyways, that’s about as much research as I’ll ever catch myself doing for erotic fanfiction. Enjoy! 🐳

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Killer whales have an interesting mating pattern.

Not only do the males have to sometimes fight off other competition, but they also sing for their potential mates. A personalized song meant for their match, a melody that’s purpose is to turn the female on enough to allow for fertilization to happen.

This was no different for Kugo, whose mutant-type quirk allows him the abilities of a Killer whale. Mating rituals included.

Being with Kugo has been nothing short of interesting. Every time the two of you did it felt like the first, always learning something new about one another and falling deeper in love with each moment.

Like killer whales, Gang Orca sings to you when he’s feeling, well… when he’s feeling frisky.

The song was always the same, but it was beautiful. A series of deep tones followed by a special series of clicks that he put together just for you. Every time you heard it, it made your heart soar and your pussy flutter. Yes, your anatomy had ended up being very different, but at the end of the day you were a fertile female, and he was very very male.

You watched the way his cock swayed between his legs. Kugo was indeed a whale-mutant, there was no doubt about it. His shaft was heavy, the sheer weight of it made it swing as he walked towards you. Your wide eyes took in his naked body-

His sculpted black and white chest, shiny and smooth in the low light of your shared bedroom. Chiseled abs created from his hard work as a pro-hero, each muscle making your mouth water as you brought your eyes even lower.

His cock bobbed as he walked towards you on the bed, his erection prominent and bulging. Just like males of his animal species, Kugo’s cock wasn’t that of a human man, but of an Orca whale. The appendage was tentacle-like, a thick base the size of your forearm that led to a tapered tip. His coloring was a deep, dusty pink… it stood out from the rest of his body, but the way it twitched and leaked had you salivating.

As he made his way to you, his song clicked and echoed in the room. The melody dancing across your mind, it sent shivers down your spine to hear. You loved the way he sang for you. It allowed you to tell when he was in the mood, and that he only had eyes for you.

It also helped that those sharp clicks made your nipples erect and clit twitch. It was like an animalistic response- one that mammals must have developed thousands of years ago. Deep down, your heart soared to hear his special song. It relaxed you, calmed you down when you were upset, and basically, made you horny as hell.

As he got closer, you leaned back onto your elbows.

Kugo wasn’t the only one that was naked. You brought your knees up onto the edge of the bed, a position similar to missionary. Except in this case, you exposed yourself to him.

His song rang louder as he watched you reach down with one hand, separating the lips of your cunt as you unashamedly showed yourself to him.

He stopped just short of you, his song halting as you listened to him inhale deeply. The smell of your arousal filled his nostrils, it made his dick pulse with a strong need to sink into you. He eyed your open slit greedily, wanting to sink himself down deep inside of you.

“I’m only barely holding myself back, Y/N. When you do this… I- I feel the pull to breed you.”

“Then what are you waiting for, Kugo?”

Your words were temptation- lewering him in close like a fish on bait. He wanted you- he always fucking wanted you. But tonight was a little different.

Tonight he could smell your ovulation.

If he were to sink his tentacle-like cock into you, you would be bred fully, like a bitch in heat. The scent was there, prominent and arousing.

“My Sweet…” he starts.

The nickname he used for you always made you blush- it was a window into the soft side of his normally formal pro-hero self.

“If we do this- the results of our actions will be the fruit of our labor…”

“So… you're saying that I’m ovulating?” You smiled, silently giggling at his stoic choice of words.

He exhales before answering you. “Yes my Sweet… if we continue, you’ll be pregnant before the night ends.”

“Kugo…” your voice was soft as you got up to stand in front of him. You reached out to caress his beak softly, the cool rubber-like skin was a relief on your heated palm.

“I would love nothing more to make a baby with you…” you smile warmly at him, a grin that stretches from ear to ear when you hear his only answer to your tempting words- his song for you.

His hand comes up and clasps around the wrist that touches his face, gripping it lightly as he uses the other to rest against the small of your back. He pulls you in close and nuzzles the crook of your neck.

Although Kugo was unable to kiss you, you never minded that fact. He made up his love for you in other ways, and as he lifted his head back up, still singing, you placed a chaste kiss on the tip of his mouth.

Finally, he takes both your hands in his- deep eyes lock with yours and you notice the way his expression changes.

Once soft eyes turn dark as you feel the wetness of his hard cock slither against your skin. He squeezes your wrist tight before speaking.

“On the bed, My Sweet… I want you on all fours.”

You smile wide, enjoying when your mate gets a little rough.

“Yes sir.” You answer him, voice sultry and ready.

As you turn back around he lightly swats your ass, making you jump and hurry onto the bed in the position he requested. You couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for tonight.

Now on your hands and knees, you could do nothing but wait- the time passed slowly, and just as you were about to say something you felt cool, large hands massaged your backside.

“I love your ass, you know…” he tells you as he squeezes your cheeks. “I love seeing your little holes all open like this, just for me…”

You moan at his lewd words, arching your back and giving him a better view of your darkest places.

“You’re so fucking wet right now- I can see your pussy shine with it.”

A finger swipes up and down your folds, making you moan out and put your head down. You listened to your cunt squelch under his soft touch, your ass high in the air for his pleasure.

After Kugo made you sufficiently soaked, he removed all touch from you completely. You groaned in frustration, upset that he didn’t bring you to orgasm like he usually did.

It was then that you heard the drawer of the nightstand open. Followed by Kugo’s hum of delight, you hear a click followed by a monotone purrring sound.

“Oh god!” You cried out.

It was your hitachi wand.

Kugo brought the head of your toy up to your clit- placing it directly on the hardened bud as he sent vibrations tingling throughout your entire body.

“That’s it baby… I want you to cum for me.”

You rocked back into the toy, desperate to be filled and aching for his cock. Your folds were soaked, you could feel yourself leak onto the thing sheet below, no doubt making a complete mess.

“Fuck- Kugo, please…” you cried out.

He only turned the vibration up higher, jolting your body in shock and sending you deeper into the bed. The pro-hero admired the way you fisted the sheets, he could see the shivers running throughout your body from the vibrations. Your toes were curling, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

“What was that, My Sweet… did you need something?”

He was teasing you, enjoying the way your body broke out in a thin sheen of sweat as he rubbed the vibrating head deeper into your hardened clit.

It drove you insane, your hands fisting the sheets as you were so close to your orgasm. You couldn’t seem to get over that hill of frustration, desperate to be filled by anything to get you there.

“Fuck Kugo…baby- I need you, need your fingers- something!” You cried out, frustrated and begging for pleasure.

You could almost hear the way he grins, eager and yet strategic in his plan for you. Waiting for a few more moments of bliss, he brings his fingers back to your entrance.

You feel the way his fingers play with your juices, spreading the honey of your pussy across your lower lips as he toyed with you further. Moving your hips back, you show him just how desperate you are for him. You rock against his touch in earnest, attempting to increase the friction as best you can.

Just as you open your mouth to beg, Kugo sinks two of his largest fingers into you. He drives the appendages down to his knuckles, fucking you with his fingers and he rolls the head of the wand in circles onto your now-swollen clit.

“Yes- that’s it baby, take what you need.”

He watches you, practically hypnotized by the way you fuck yourself on his fingers. He meets the movements of your backside, pounding into you with his hand as he drives you closer to orgasm.

“God- fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck it feels so good!”

He can see the way your cunt tightened around him. As he dragged his fingertips against your gummy walls, he felt each and every twitch of your insides as you squirt back onto his hand.

The vibrations on your clit along with Kugo’s fingers inside of you send you flying. Your eyes roll back as you cum hard onto his hands, your juices cover his wrist and the bed below as you drench your partner in your cum.

You can hear Kugo’s song as he uses it to coax you down from your blissful state, the hums and clicks bringing you back down to earth as you collapse onto the bed from exhaustion.

He turns off the vibrator, setting it down as he admires your blissful state. He loved to see you like this- fucked out and on cloud 9, it made him hard as fuck and he felt like he was about to burst. His tip leaked between his legs, coating his strong inner thighs in precum as he watched you with water eyes.

Once he felt like you were okay enough to continue, he stopped his song and positioned himself behind you.

“I hope you’re ready, My Sweet.”

You felt the way the smooth tip of his cock ran through your sensitive folds. He collected your wetness as his shaft rubbed against your core, his precum mixing with your previous release as he prepared you to take him.

Your moans filled the room as he teased you with his shaft, the heat of his tentacle-like member threatening to send you over. It was a slimy mess, the noises your wet folds made against him had you both on edge.

Once Kugo decided you were ready, he positioned himself at your entrance. Slowly, he began to enter you from behind. He held your hips tight, holding you up against him as he thrusted in.

You felt yourself begin to stretch- the girth of his cock increasing as he pressed each inch into your tight hole.

“Oh God… Kugo…” you moaned, attempting to pierce yourself even further on his shaft.

“Shhh.. My Sweet, that’s it,” he praises you, holding your hips in place and forcing you to take him slowly.

He loved watching the way your body accepted his massive length, mesmerized by the sight of you stretched tight around him. Each time you pushed your body back to take him completely, he had to hold himself still from burying himself inside of your heat.

“You’re such a good girl,” he continued his praise, “that’s right, take it all in…”

Cool hands squeeze the fat of your ass cheeks, massaging them as if to encourage the stretch of your tiny cunt. You were drooling at this point, moans fell freely from your lips as you relaxed your core in order to take him all the way in.

“Fuck Kugo!” You scream out in bliss as you feel his lower abdomen meet your hips.

He bottomed out inside of you, giving you a moment to relax your body and adjust to his massive size.

“That’s right Sweet girl… think I can move now?” he asks you, concern lacing his voice even through the sheer bliss he was feeling right now.

It made your heart soar that he cared so much to guarantee your pleasure. You nodded your head and gave him a soft “yes,” indicating that he was free to move.

It was that moment that Kugo Sakamata lost control.

Seeing you beg for him with your eyes, so sweet and full of trust did something to him. The knot of tension in his lower belly snapped as his animalistic instincts kicked in.

He pulled his long and girthy cock out of you, inch by inch until just the tapered tip of his member brushed against the opening of your cunt. Then, with a click of his voice, he thrusted into you.

His biceps bulged as he repeated the action over and over again- running the thickness of his girth against your gummy walls as he pounded into you from behind.

Your eyes rolled back, your mouth opened wide as you panted under the grasp of his hands.

“Fuuuuuck, Kugo I-”

You were lost for words. The only thing you could do was moan and drool onto the bed below as he mounted you like a beast in heat.

Control long gone, Gang Orca lost all sense of being as he felt the way your pussy clamped around his cock. It shouldn’t feel this good- but your size difference meant that his cock stretched your walls to your limits, and he carved out a place for himself inside of you with each thrust.

“My Sweet- I’m gonna, fuck, I’m gonna cum…”

His words came out as a growl, you felt him tighten his grip as he increased his pace. He fucked you hard and fast, each snap of his hips brought the kiss of his heavy balls against your swollen clit. Your eyes went cross as the delicious heat of the stretch was soothed by the bliss of him moving his thick shaft against your wet walls.

Suddenly, you felt him angle his hips downward, thrusting so hard you felt the tip of his cock press against your cervix. He was deep, touching your womb with every thrust of his heavy cock as a particularly sharp thrusts sent you over once more.

Kugo feels you tighten around him- your walls clamping down on him with an iron grip as you cum hard around him.

“Shit-” he says, feeling the splash of warm liquid on his abdomen.

You scream out as you squirt on him, the thrusts of his hips never slowing as he fucks you through your orgasm. Your legs shake under you, your mind is numb as you take every inch of his cock through your pleasure.

Completely fucked out, the only words you can say over and over again are “Give it to me!”

Your cries for his cum push Kugo further, past the point of caring whether or not he hurts you or not. He was chasing his own release, your begging was something relatively new as he loses himself in you.

“Fuck-I’m going to to cum…” he growls out, feeling the way his sack seizes against the base of his shaft.

“Please sir- please cum in me, I want it- want your kids…”

You were completely lost to him, loving each inch he gave you as he pounded into your tiny body below him. His hands would leave large bruises and your pussy would be swollen from the onslaught of his thrusts the next day.

Kugo squeezes you hard, moving your body back to meet his own thrusts. The swaying of your bodies moved in sync like a dance- and it was then he began to sing for you.

His song got louder as he neared his end. By the time he pounded into you one final time, Gang Orca’s music echoed in your shared bedroom, filling your heart with love as he stilled himself inside of you.

He buried himself as deep as he would go, the tip of his cock nestled in your womb as you felt his heat fill you. Kugo emptied himself into your cunt- thick, hot seed filled you up. You felt yourself stretch even further as your body was forced to accommodate both his load and member at the same time.

“Oh Kugo… fuck- it feels’ so good…” you cry out. You were overwhelmed with emotion, feeling so warm and sated with your mate. And you knew he felt it too, his song rang loud as he filled your body with his seed...

He completely empties himself inside of you- doing his best to ensure his cum would stick.

“Y/N..” he starts, “My Sweet Y/N…”

Smooth hands massaged your now-bruised backside, his touch gone gentle as he kept himself seated deep inside your womb…

“Kuuuugoo…” you moaned, realizing he was still hard inside of you.

“Shh… Y/N… we will continue in a moment…”

And sure, Gang Orca may have finished once, but he was far from done…

"Bite your pillow"

COD König / fem!Reader

Summary:  An innocent phone call derails into König using the opportunity of an empty dorm for some late-night fun with his girl, even though she's far away.

Content: phone sex, dirty talk ramped up to 100, mild dom elements/mentions, possessive König, praise kink, civilian girlfriend, long-distance relationships

Word Count:   1.6k

Notes: Pure filth for the follower special y'all voted on! Have some fun, kind of awkward, hot phone sex with König. NOT FOR MINORS.

Translations at the end!

"Are- Are you naked?" He asked, cringing at the way his voice broke with hesitancy instead of the smooth seductiveness he'd been going for.

She giggled on the other end, and the soft sound soothed his frazzled nerves and made him smile despite the burning heat in his cheeks and neck.

"Do you want me to be?"

König groaned, picturing her smooth skin all stretched out over the white silk sheets he'd bought her for Christmas. How she'd writhe against them, clench her much smaller hands in them as he-

"What do you do when it's just you?" He ground out between one breath and the next, phone pressed tightly to his ear as he stared up at the picture taped to the bottom of the top bunk.

Her smiling face shone back at him in the half-dark, back turned towards the camera, cute butt accentuated by the sundress he loved. Her thighs peeked out, shoulders bare, just like he remembered their last night on vacation. 

There was a hesitant silence, and König wondered if it had been the wrong thing to say. If he should just demand answers from her. Order his girl to be good and listen. She'd hinted in the past that she wouldn't say no to trying things like that, to see him in 'proper work mode' when he fucked her. But being unable to judge her reactions in person and read her body language felt wrong for that kind of fun.

"I usually just- I don't know. Leave my shirt on?" She whispered, suddenly shy now that the spotlight was on her. 

"I see," he answered, voice deeper as he felt his cock harden further against his sweatpants. König idly trailed his left hand down his stomach and played with the waistband. "And what about your underwear? Do you take it off or just push it to the side?"

"Schatz, oh my god," she laughed, the sound muffled from clapping a hand over her mouth. "Leave a girl her secrets, will you?"

König smiled back at the beaming face in the photograph. 

"I'd like to know," he said softly, as his fingers dipped into his pants, and brushed over the happy trail there. He tried to be gentle, as she would be, only a caress instead of a firm stroke.

Her breathing hitched and he heard her shift around, thought of the way he could trap her body with his hips and waist and make her beg if they weren't thousands of miles apart.

"I push them down," she answered quietly, then without him prompting her to go on, she continued. "And touch myself."

"Yeah?" König exhaled, slowly fisting the weeping head of his cock. "How do you like it, baby? You go nice and gentle or fast and hard?"

She made the tiniest, mewling sound. It sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine, and he bit his lip to keep composure.

"U-usually fast."

"And you read your little stories while you do, yeah?" He grinned like a wolf that caught the rabbit between his paws. "The ones where the bad guy fucks the innocence out of a sweet little girl like you, hm?"

The high-pitched giggle that left her made his grin widen as he pushed down the worn fabric of his sweats until the soft elastic framed his balls and cock from below, pushed them onto his stomach as he idly traced the veins running down the underside. 

"You promised we would never talk about fanfiction again," she protested, still laughing and breathless.

"I changed my mind," he purred. "Tell me, do you picture me doing all these things to you, too?"

"Always," she admitted, so quietly that he almost missed it.

"Never think of any other man you find attractive, do you? You know I don't like to share." 

"Oh my god," she breathed. "Schatz, please. I don't- No, just you."

"Good girl," König praised her, gripping his cock harder. It was a little awkward with his other hand clutching the phone, so he pressed the little speaker button and dropped it next to his pillow instead. "Have you started touching yourself, yet?"

"Yes," she whined, and he closed his eyes for a second, pictured her on her knees in front of the bed, how he'd hold her hair back as she swallowed him down in that way that no other woman had ever managed before. How her eyes would be locked on his face as she sucked his cock, how flushed and sweaty they would both be.

"Me too," he groaned, then moved his hand up and down slowly, firmly, spreading the precum over the soft skin. "Are you all wet for me?"

She hummed and then must have moved her phone lower because suddenly the soft sounds of slick skin sounded through the dark room. König had to take his hands off himself, or otherwise, he might have spilt right then and there.

"Du wirst mich umbringen," he swore, head pressed into his pillow, then smiled at her confused little noise over the German. "Use your fingers properly, like I would, hm?"

"I thought you wanted to know how I do it?" She teased him back, voice bolder now that she was slowly losing herself in their call that had evolved from catching up and sweet nothings into this. "I just like to rub my clit nice and hard, until I come. And then," voice lower, she whispered gently. "I go again, and again until my fingers are all wet and tired and my legs shake."

König would never forget the first time he had eaten her out, how he'd had to grip her thighs around his head because they were twitching so much, sensitive with every swipe of his tongue.

"Never push your fingers inside, baby? That why you always so tight for me?"

His voice was barely above a growl, and her desperate whine made him go again, faster, harder, jerking himself off as he panted. 

"Try it out for me tonight?" Köng begged when all he heard were more slick sounds and laboured breaths. "Two fingers, nice and deep."

He was able to pinpoint the exact moment she followed his instructions, the quiet hiss of pleasure and the much slower sounds of skin against skin. König spat into his palm, then circled his hand around his cock tightly, in a faint imitation of the wet heat he'd be pushing into if she were here with him. 

"Doing so well," he ground out as she whined again. "Want to know what else I would do to you, Liebling?"

Her answering hum was barely coherent, but König let it slide. 

"Turn you around on all fours, pull your cheeks apart and watch my fingers disappear into you. So wet and ready for me aren't you? Would bite the pillow so your neighbours don't hear how good your big scary boyfriend fucks you, wouldn't you?"

König wasn't sure if he was still speaking English at this point, his thumb brushing over the sensitive crown of his cock as his girl shuffled on the other end of the line, perhaps flipping over onto her stomach like he'd said. He could feel the telltale burn in his abdomen, the tightening of his thighs and butt as his body came closer and closer to climaxing from the lewd little sounds over the speaker. 

"I'd take it all," she murmured, barely audible.

"Yes, you would," he grinned, all sharp teeth in the dark. "And then you'd beg me to come inside, greedy little thing." 

"Fuck, yes," she laughed, desperate. He pictured her writhing against her own small fingers, not enough, now that he'd given her a taste of what it meant to be stuffed full. "And you'd grab my hair and s-suck into my neck-"

König moaned, eyebrows drawn together and his hand pumped his cock faster and faster, almost painfully. The mental image of her body, which looked so much more fragile and delicate compared to his own bulky frame, taking him all the way, messy and begging and-

"Going to come," he ground out.

"All over my face?" She asked sweetly, devilishly. "Want to taste you so badly."

With a deep shudder, eyes screwed shut, König flexed his hips up into his hand, violent. Hot semen dripped all over his fingers and abdomen, and the utter bliss of release made him see stars for a moment.

He swore, oversensitive as he rode out the wave of his orgasm, hold not as tight as he began to soften and milked out every last drop. 

"So good, baby," she whined, sounding somewhere between drunk and sleepy, breaths uneven in that way he'd come to associate with her convulsing walls sucking in his cock as she came all around him.

"Fuck," he laughed, hand pressed over his forehead as he listened to her climaxing. She giggled as well, breathless.

It was quiet for a few moments, then her voice sounded out over the speakers again.

"Almost as good as the real thing. Didn't realize you had such a mouth on you."

König felt all the blood that had previously deserted his brain in favour of his cock shoot back up, making his face and chest feel hot from embarrassment.

"I- I didn't-" he stammered but got cut off by her smug voice once more.

"I liked it," she confessed. "We should do that more often, don't you think?"

TRANSLATIONS: Schatz - treasure/honey Du wirst mich umbringen. - You'll be the death of me. Liebling - beloved/darling

Whew, I'm blushing. I thought I'd make good use of my day off and just let out some pent-up brain juices from the last two weeks 👀 Also couldn't resist slipping the little fanfiction joke in there, I'm sorry.

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slasherfucker!reader who doesn't really care that slasher!Konig kills people

You want him covered in blood and gore bits. He is steadying himself to go and finally clean, but you force his hands down, asking him to fuck you on the kitchen counter instead. You kiss him with more passion when he is like this - when his hands are still shaking with adrenaline as he whispers about how much the last one of his victims screamed. It was some joke, a dumb fuckboy who only knew how to play ball and maybe lift a little bit - he had nothing against Konig and the power he held in his arms. No one could compare to him, honestly, and you already knew this the first time he threw you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing. Poor thing, you seriously thought you were going to die on that night - but Konig took you under his wing instead. You don't participate in killing and torturing - Konig wants to keep you clean and soft, he likes to dress you up as a weird cottage core housewife and make you bring him lunch as he guts some poor guy. He tried doing that before, but all the girls he took in as his captives were...well, captives. They were trying to escape, to attack him, or they would simply die in captivity like some rare pet breeds. You were...different. You loved him - and in a weird, slightly obsessive way. You enjoyed what he was doing, and even as he was reluctant to accept your feelings since it could have been a ploy to get him relaxed and calm, he would melt eventually. Allowing you to love him just as much as he loved you. And you're perfect. Maybe you're a bit shy with your affection, and you don't want to seem weird as you kiss him relentlessly and try to get him to fuck you in his bloody mask and use the handle of his knife as an improvised sex toy. Konig has to recognize the signs that his pretty girlfriend wants him to fuck her - he is used to taking his shirt down completely and leaving himself bare so you could touch his muscles and kiss the blood from his skin. You love your murder boyfriend, even if that means going down to the basement and give him a little morning kiss as your sleepy self, still wrapped in his shirt, is struggling with affection. Right in front of his victims, too - as they squirm and cry.