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ᥴᥕ/𝗍ᥲgs: sᥙggᥱs𝗍і᥎ᥱ, mᥱᥒ𝗍і᥆ᥒs ᥆𝖿 gᥱᥒі𝗍ᥲᥣs 𝗍һᥲ𝗍's ᥲᥣᥣ і 𝗍һіᥒk
ᥲ/ᥒ: 𝗍ᥲkᥱ 𝗍һіs ᥲs ᥲᥒ ᥲ⍴᥆ᥣ᥆gᥡ 𝖿᥆r ᥒ᥆𝗍 һᥲ᥎іᥒg mᥡ k᥆ᥒіg sᥣᥲsһᥱr ძ᥆ᥒᥱ ᑲᥙ𝗍 ȷᥙs𝗍 𝗍᥆ 𝖿ᥡі і ᑲr᥆kᥱ mᥱ ᥲᥒkᥣᥱ ᥲᥒძ һᥲძ 𝗍᥆ һᥲ᥎ᥱ sᥙrgᥱrᥡ ᥲ ᥣіᥣ mіᥒᥙ𝗍ᥱ ᥲg᥆ ᥲᥒძ s𝗍ᥲr𝗍ᥱძ ⍴𝗍 ᥲᥒძ і𝗍's r᥆ᥙgһ s᥆ ᑲᥲrᥱ ᥕі𝗍һ mᥱ і'm ᥲᥣm᥆s𝗍 ძ᥆ᥒᥱ ᥕі𝗍һ і𝗍,⍴ᥣᥱᥲsᥱ 𝖿᥆rgі᥎ᥱ ᥲᥒᥡ grᥲmmᥲr ᥆r s⍴ᥱᥣᥣіᥒg mіs𝗍ᥲkᥱs, і𝗍 іs ᑲᥣᥲᥴk!rᥱᥲძᥱr ᥴ᥆ძᥱძ ᑲᥙ𝗍 ᥲᥒᥡ᥆ᥒᥱ ᥴᥲᥒ rᥱᥲძ і𝗍 ᥲs skіᥒ 𝗍᥆ᥒᥱ іsᥒ'𝗍 mᥱᥒ𝗍і᥆ᥒ, і'm ᥆⍴ᥱᥒ 𝗍᥆ ᥒіᥴᥱ 𝖿ᥱᥱძᑲᥲᥴk ᑲᥙ𝗍 ძ᥆ᥒ'𝗍 ᑲᥱ mᥱᥲᥒ ᥆r rᥙძᥱ ᥲᑲ᥆ᥙ𝗍 і𝗍. rᑲs arᥱ ᥲ⍴⍴rᥱᥴіᥲ𝗍ᥱძ!
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ᥴᥕ/𝗍ᥲgs: sᥙggᥱs𝗍і᥎ᥱ
ᥲ/ᥒ: ᥲᥒ᥆𝗍һᥱr ᥲ⍴᥆ᥣ᥆gᥡ 𝖿᥆r ᥒ᥆𝗍 һᥲ᥎іᥒg mᥡ k᥆ᥒіg sᥣᥲsһᥱr ძ᥆ᥒᥱ ᑲᥙ𝗍 і ძ᥆ 𝗍һіᥒk і𝗍's ᥲ ᥣ᥆𝗍 ᥴᥣ᥆sᥱr 𝗍᥆ ძ᥆ᥒᥱ 𝗍һᥱᥒ ᑲᥱ𝖿᥆rᥱ,⍴ᥣᥱᥲsᥱ 𝖿᥆rgі᥎ᥱ ᥲᥒᥡ grᥲmmᥲr ᥆r s⍴ᥱᥣᥣіᥒg mіs𝗍ᥲkᥱs, і𝗍 іs ᑲᥣᥲᥴk!rᥱᥲძᥱr ᥴ᥆ძᥱძ ᑲᥙ𝗍 ᥲᥒᥡ᥆ᥒᥱ ᥴᥲᥒ rᥱᥲძ і𝗍 ᥲs skіᥒ 𝗍᥆ᥒᥱ іsᥒ'𝗍 mᥱᥒ𝗍і᥆ᥒ, і'm ᥆⍴ᥱᥒ 𝗍᥆ ᥒіᥴᥱ 𝖿ᥱᥱძᑲᥲᥴk ᑲᥙ𝗍 ძ᥆ᥒ'𝗍 ᑲᥱ mᥱᥲᥒ ᥆r rᥙძᥱ ᥲᑲ᥆ᥙ𝗍 і𝗍. [rᑲs] arᥱ ᥲ⍴⍴rᥱᥴіᥲ𝗍ᥱძ!
➥ 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎!𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚛!𝚔𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐 x 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚢!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
➥ 𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜: 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝.
➥ 𝚌𝚠/𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜:𝚙𝚠𝚙, 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚘....𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚛*𝚙𝚎(𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚔𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐), 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚖 𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚐, 𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚜, 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚜, 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚢-𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍, 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚜 (𝚕𝚖𝚔 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐)
➥ ᥲ/ᥒ: 𝚒𝚔 і'𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚣 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛'𝚜 𝙸'𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚖𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢'𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔, (𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚐𝚛ᥲ𝚖𝚖ᥲ𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜), 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚛𝚋𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍! 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𔓘.
halloween was coming up and surprisingly you were actually excited for it finally having a reason to relax, drink and look pretty while doing it. you'd rather be with konig a guy you've been talking too but he told you he had plans sadly, plus you were already invited to a halloween costume party that your friends we're throwing so might as well go, you decide to put together a cute corpse bride costume.despite them being horrible friends you weren't going for them.
you already knew where the party was but as much as you hate car pooling that's what you planned on doing so since you wanted to get drunk and most definitely didn't wanna drive back with a hangover, the party was at an house that jess's boyfriends friend found which is interesting saying as it's only going to be you ,jess, sofia, max, alex in a rural forest area an cabin from what google showed you for 2 days. knowing that you don't like sharing food you decide to bring your own food but you'll be judge you decided to bring your on snacks and quick meals to last the idea coming from a guy your talking to.
jess the supposed best friend texted you notifying that max was on his was to pick you up and they had already headed out and too hurry since it was a long drive there, which is typical behavior of theirs leaving ahead of you and making you rush to catch up but instead of rushing to please them you were going to take your time and get ready even if you were done. also knowing she sent max to pick you up because he liked you despite you telling her how uncomfortable you felt around him solidified how little she cared for your feelings.
you've been friends with jess for so long it's hard to understand why she treats you like your below her, but with the recent therapy, better job and talking to this guy you for outside opinion, decided that after this party you'll never talk to them again and little did you know that would happen maybe not how you planned it but it happened none the less.
around the time you finished packing and your makeup max texted you saying he was outside. you sighed to yourself and dammed yourself for actually being done with everything.
you walked out of your home unknowingly for the last time. you walked down to where max packed his car and got in saying a quick hello hoping he wouldn't attempt to continue to talk to you, but of course nothing goes your way. "yn, can't i get more than a hello?"
you sighed quietly "well what else do you want me to say?" he leaned towards you a little and said "well, a hello kiss would be ideal." you rolled your eyes at him saying a strong "no, now stop ." he raised his hands in mock surrender and started driving.
knowing he'll talk your ear off if given the chance, you turned his radio up and let it drown out any chance of his to pressure you into being with or intimate with you, and got as comfy as you could get in the passenger seat as it was hour drive.
finally pulling up into the driveway of the gated house, you couldn't help but admire the gothic style of the house. max pulled into the drive way and you could see that their was another car there knowing it was jess's boyfriends car alex, sighing to yourself you prepared for anything they might throw at you and got out of the car. max got out right behind you "no hug and no kiss you, must not like me much." he said while smiling knowing you didn't like him touching you as he'd seem to make an habit of not knowledging your no's and stop.
he's never assaulted you but he most definitely didn't take your no's into consideration "yeah, you know I don't give hugs." you responded quickly which was a lie you were a very affectionate person obviously not with him or anyone who was going to be at this party.
you walked up the house steps to the front door and max quickly followed behind you. but before you could knock he grabbed you arm pulled you to him and said "I hope you know I like you, I want you, fuck of you'll let me I'll love you." he paused slightly then continued "a man can only take so much teasing." as he rubbed his hand down your arm and tried to grab you ass but thankfully the door opened.
sofia was who opened she had a massive crush on max, you knew she doesn't likes you but it was always weird when you thought about it. she looked you up and down seemingly angry that you actually came and on top of that with max, like anyone gave you the option. before noticing max a.k.a the reason she didn't like you, despite it being obviously clear you didn't want him.
sofie quickly looked up at him and smiled stepping out to hug him, while she did that you stepped inside and was shocked how pretty it was in the inside as it was outside. seeing the rest of the group you did or well tried to give greetings as like always they ignored you and continue what they were doing. sometime went by when sofia and max decided to finally join everyone inside.
forgetting to grab your bag because you wanted to get away from max, you went back to get it and noticed it was sitting outside of his car rolling your eyes "such a gentleman." you mumbled to yourself. grabbing the handle and looking around the scenery you noticed a tall masked man by the gate but as quickly as you noticed him he was gone.
being bothered by it you went to grab a drink to help you relax, not realizing that no one else seemed to have one. you quickly were filling up a cup you found in the house you could hear hushed whispers coming from the living room where everyone was seated. when you walked into the room the talking immediately stopped as you found a seat and sat. looking around the room filled with jess, her boyfriend alex,sofia, max. looking at them as they looked back at you "what?" you said as you sipped your drink they looked at each other then jess responded "nothing" she paused but continued "its just that when we got here me and sofia think we saw someone walking around the gate." they looked at each other "did you see anyone?" alex finished for her.
being a it's been a while since you had a drink you couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or something else entirely but you felt dizzy and could feel your body numbing you responded to the question but your speech came out slurred "yesh" was all you could say your body and lips felt heavy and soon you passed out.
˚₊‧꒰ა 40 mins later ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
you don't remember passing out but you remember waking up scared, not being able to move you arms or legs much, not even able to scream only slurred words would come out. only seeing max on top of you with a frightening stare that made you regret ever walking into this house, getting into his car, and ever leaving your home.
"didn't i warn you a man can only take so much, baby doll." max whisper into your ear. you stiffen in fear realizing anyone's worse fear is about to become you reality. as he's pulling off your clothes squirmed hoping whatever was in your system would wear off.
as he finally got you skirt down enough for himself the door busted in and the man you saw earlier. funnily enough how tall he was reminded you of konig and you couldn't help but tear up missing him and his pretty green eyes, even though he told you to go you can't help but wish you stayed with him.
before max could do anything or say anything the man grabbed him by his collar, and seemingly knocked him out with a punches to the face. shaking in fear almost getting assaulted now you're going to die by a masked man with a gun. the man looked at you but never at your exposed body.
pulling rope from his pocket he tied max up and grabbed him by his tied wrists. he walked towards you but only grabbed the cover that was thrown off the bed and gently tucked you in and gave you a kiss on your forehead.
his hand smoothing your frazzled hair before he stood to his full height and walked out of the busted door with max dragged behind him. thankful whatever was in your system seemed to wear off and you could finally move though not without staggering a little.
quickly making your way out of the room well as quick as you could go you could hear gunshot. Knowing now it's life or death you needed to get out of this house if you wanted to survive to live you needed to use Max's car knowing that his keys were in his jacket you just needed to reach it.as you quietly moved down the stairs you heard even more gunshots fired knowing you need to speed up if you wanted to find where max was as he still had his jacket on the closet next to the door.
making your way down stairs as quietly and quickly as you could you. you could feel your body screaming in pain from whatever they drugged you with and from being held down but knowing that some crazy masked man was planning to kill possibly everyone in this house you had no time to relax it tend to your pain and soreness.
peaking into the living room you could see the masked man standing over a terrified max not knowing what to do exactly you waited till max started to talk to move using his voice to cover any noise you would make. when you could hear max start talking you slowly crept forward as you did you could also hear him clearer "hey, man listen I'll let you have the girl upstairs if let me go. i won't tell anyone about this, just let me go and you can do whatever you want with her." to hear him bargain for his life with you as you meant nothing but a doll made you sick but what could you expect from someone who was going to do the same to you. you would worry about that when you leave this house.
moving closer towards the door you and max made eye contact" hey! man look at her she's pretty right? have her just let me go!" knowing what he was trying to do you got up to sprint for the door but sadly the masked man was quicker and swiftly grabbed you before you could make it, but refusing to let yourself die like this you quickly fought against his hold but of course it was pointless with how big he was and he tied you up and you could of swore he apologized. he sounded familiar too a german accent you hear from konig and weirdly soothes you.
he kicked jess and laim dead bodies down off the couch and sat you so gently on it that it was comforting after all you've been through. max's chatter to get the man to let him go never stopped until the masked man told him to. "silence." max immediately went silent and looked at you before looking back at him. "do you think you deserve freedom?, no you don't you will bleed out slowly while watching your friends corpses decompose in the forest where no one will find you." not saying a word you kept quiet, max on the other hand didn't have the same idea.
"man, listen i won't tell let me go please. i promise not to tell anyone about this." not wanting to hear it the man moved quickly and grabbed max and alex not knowing what to do your body seemed paralyzed.
"i'll take care of you, liebe (love) when I get back." the man said as he grabbed the last two corpses jess and sofia then he was gone as quickly as he came leaving you with your thoughts. you couldn't help but tear up when thinking about your untimely death that was going to happen in this house. you may not have liked jess, alex, sofia or, fucking max all that much but death would not be your answer for their actions.
you don't know how long you've been left tied up waiting but when he came back he locked the door behind him and took off his shoes and sighed softly knowledging you slightly and walked up down the hallway to the stairs. soon you could hear water going in the bathroom. you couldn't help but scoffed at him he kills innocent people, has you tied up on a blood soaked coach and has the nerve to start bathing like you weren't still there tied up.
when a couple of minutes went by and he seemed satisfied with what he was doing he came back down the stairs and for the first time since he busted into the room he talked again. "i drew us a bath, are you going to cooperate with me." you nodded you head, you wanted to lie to yourself and say it was because you didn't wanna anger him so you agreed but in reality you knew it was because he was so similar to your konig.
he gently grabbed you and carried you up the stairs and to the bath he made. once there he finally untied the rope around your wrist and ankles quickly doing the same to your corset but allowing you to take off your clothes. not once did his eyes leave yours but strangely enough it was comforting too comforting saying you don't know this man and without thinking "who are you?" you voice came out softly as if you didn't want to ask but still his eyes didn't leave yours and he only responded "don't worry about it, liebling (darling). just know i'll take care of you."
"okay" you agreed quietly knowing you can't fight him and once you were fully unclothed he helped you into the tub. your body relaxing into the streaming bubble bath he drew, letting out a happy sigh the man chuckled and began to also undress. startled you yelled " what are you doing." the man continued to undress while talking "I said us, mein hübsches mädchen (my pretty girl)." he paused to look up at you "do not worry, I won't do anything you won't like." he looked back down at his belt the movement of him working on undoing his belt made you look down at the movement too and you noticed something that made miss kitty meow meow throb.
feeling your gaze he looked up as he pushed both his pants and underwear down making you look away in embarrassment. he chuckled at you fidgeting figure but made his was over to get in behind you. sitting you on his lap despite being undress he made no move to take the mask off. deciding that if you were to die might as well ask questions before your death so you asked " who are you? why did you do this? and why am i still alive?" you wait to see if he answers but all he does is kiss your neck though his mask ignoring your questions " would you like to wash yourself or can i, liebe (love)." was the only response you got out of him feeling restless knowing what that meant because konig called you that all the time.
you couldn't help but tear up again and cry wanting nothing more than to go home safely to the only person that cares about you. doing nothing to soothe your tears but place oddly comforting butterfly kisses "i'm sorry, mein hübsches mädchen (my pretty girl)" the man behind you said with such sincerely that you looked at him and noticed that you were staring at your konig, your blue eyed, long haired konig. the man was konig you didn't know if you should be happy or cry harder knowing konig could do something like this.
your body chose for you, your hands shake while you reach for his face feeling konig skin you cried harder. konig reach his own hands up to wipe your tears before tilting your chin up so you meet eye to eye. "i'm-" before konig could say more you kissed him not knowing if it was the near death experience or having to bath with who you thought was an unknown man. but you missed him too much to care about anything else, and with the same passion and, lust, and love he kissed back. his hand moving from your chin to hold your throat and, his other rubbing your lower back moving it's way to your ass.
he turned you around on his lap pulling away from the kiss to suck on your neck. as the hand on your ass helped you grind on his bulge feeling it twitch against you made you wetter. letting out soft moans you reached between you to grab his dick but he stopped you with a hand on your wrist. pulling away from your neck breathing heavily " no, mein liebe (my love). I want to you. I must prepare you my pleasure can wait." and before you know it he pulled you up on his face like you weighed nothing and began to suck on your clit.
your hands reached for his hair and held on as he sucked and licked your folds. "please konig more~" you moaned out " what do you want " he mumble his breath hitting your clit before he gave little kitten licks to said clit. " your fingers ah~please" he pressed a kissed to your clit before he dived back in " mein liebe (my love)" he said as he went to town. you were a virgin and konig knew that but this it's the first time he's been between your legs. "i'm about to cum. please don't stop." you moaned louder feeling the knot in your lower stomach get tighter and tighter when he added a third finger you felt it snap. "fuck~" he kept going not stopping for a second. being though this before he'd want two more out of you before he actually put it in. legs shaking you pulled him away using his hair, and looking at him he looked so pretty with your juices covering his lips.
removing yourself off of his face and back on his lap you quickly kissed him and tasting yourself on his lips and tongue. "put it in " you mumbled against his lips " you sure? i would like to prepare you more." he responded of course you were sure he's been preparing you for months now. " yes, please" you whined slightly he only chucked in response and gave you a kiss on the forehead "okay."
grabbing his shaft as you position yourself on top, his tip teasing your entrance while his lips made their way back to your neck creating even more love bites on the skin. searching once again for your sweet spot when getting the moan he wants he sunk you down on his dick. hearing his moans of harmony helped ease the pain you felt but didn't stop the gasp of pain from coming out of your mouth, hearing this he stopped halfway and began to reassure you. kissing your tears away, whispering sweet nothings, and rubbing your clit to help.
feeling you tightened around him "are you okay? do you want to continue or should we stop." a pause went by before you answered "no! i'm okay, I wanna keep going please konig." konig groaned "mein liebe (my love), please relax, i'm trying to control myself." he said while continuing to kiss all over your face. steadily relaxing you but also drawing little giggles out of you.
relaxed enough for him to continue," you can move now." giving him the okay to move. one more kiss was planted on your lips, before he steadily moved you up and down on his shaft. the slow but deep thrust hitting your g-spot very quickly causing soft moans to leave your mouth. "like that mein liebe (my love)?" nodding your head before you let it fall on his shoulder with your reassure "I'm going to go faster now." and faster he did. replacing your soft moans with louder moans and gasps of his name.
doing your best to ride him, taking one of his hands in yours and trailing it to your clit caused him to chuckle softly. "need it here, huh?" removing your head from where it rested on his shoulder to look at his eyes. "say where you want my hand or I'll stop." when you felt his thrusts slowing down you quickly spoke. "no don't stop please. rub my clit please." trailing kisses down your forehead, the tip of your nose and finally your lips. "there's my girl." he said before quickly resuming his thrusts.
one hand grabbing your ass the other rubbed quick circles on your clit. sending mind numbing thrust deep inside you. feeling you tighten around him he speeding up his strokes and his thumb on your clit. you could feel your second orgasm coming "go ahead. cum liebe (love), cum for me." between his thrusts and his thumb you couldn't hold it long. "fuck, I'm cumming." he groaned out, hearing his moans topping off the orgasm that was building up with a couple more thrust you quickly orgasm with him not far behind you.
the pleasure causing you to faint, when you came to again your dry and dressed in a shirt that's most definitely konig's. looking around the room you noticed the water next to you, you grabbed it and took generous sips of it. hearing a door open you turn to it to see konig coming out of the bathroom seemingly freshly showered with a towel around his waist and a smaller one helping drying his hair.
neither you or konig saying much just enjoying each others presence. konig getting ready for bed got dressed then climb in with you, still not a word spoken between you too. getting settled konig gently grabbed you settling your head on his chest while rubbing the same hand the grabbed you on your back. before you could say more sleep took you quicker then you wished it did, but with your body and mind being exhausted it was hard to fight it.
konig looked down at your sleeping figure and kissed your head mumbling under his breath "sweet dreams mein liebe (my love)." before he fell asleep happy to have you in his arms, safe from those horrible excuse of humans that you used to call friends.
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halloween was coming up and surprisingly you were actually excited for it finally having a reason to relax, drink and look pretty while doing it. you'd rather be with konig a guy you've been talking too but he told you he had plans sadly, plus you were already invited to a halloween costume party that your friends we're throwing so might as well go, you decide to put together a cute corpse bride costume.despite them being horrible friends you weren't going for them.
you already knew where the party was but as much as you hate car pooling that's what you planned on doing so since you wanted to get drunk and most definitely didn't wanna drive back with a hangover, the party was at an house that jess's boyfriends friend found which is interesting saying as it's only going to be you ,jess, sofia, max, alex in a rural forest area an cabin from what google showed you for 2 days. knowing that you don't like sharing food you decide to bring your own food but you'll be judge you decided to bring your on snacks and quick meals to last the idea coming from a guy your talking to.
jess the supposed best friend texted you notifying that max was on his was to pick you up and they had already headed out and too hurry since it was a long drive there, which is typical behavior of theirs leaving ahead of you and making you rush to catch up but instead of rushing to please them you were going to take your time and get ready even if you were done. also knowing she sent max to pick you up because he liked you despite you telling her how uncomfortable you felt around him solidified how little she cared for your feelings.
you've been friends with jess for so long it's hard to understand why she treats you like your below her, but with the recent therapy, better job and talking to this guy you for outside opinion, decided that after this party you'll never talk to them again and little did you know that would happen maybe not how you planned it but it happened none the less.
around the time you finished packing and your makeup max texted you saying he was outside. you sighed to yourself and dammed yourself for actually being done with everything.
you walked out of your home unknowingly for the last time. you walked down to where max packed his car and got in saying a quick hello hoping he wouldn't attempt to continue to talk to you, but of course nothing goes your way. "yn, can't i get more than a hello?"
you sighed quietly "well what else do you want me to say?" he leaned towards you a little and said "well, a hello kiss would be ideal." you rolled your eyes at him saying a strong "no, now stop ." he raised his hands in mock surrender and started driving.
knowing he'll talk your ear off if given the chance, you turned his radio up and let it drown out any chance of his to pressure you into being with or intimate with you, and got as comfy as you could get in the passenger seat as it was hour drive.
finally pulling up into the driveway of the gated house, you couldn't help but admire the gothic style of the house. max pulled into the drive way and you could see that their was another car there knowing it was jess's boyfriends car alex, sighing to yourself you prepared for anything they might throw at you and got out of the car. max got out right behind you "no hug and no kiss you, must not like me much." he said while smiling knowing you didn't like him touching you as he'd seem to make an habit of not knowledging your no's and stop.
he's never assaulted you but he most definitely didn't take your no's into consideration "yeah, you know I don't give hugs." you responded quickly which was a lie you were a very affectionate person obviously not with him or anyone who was going to be at this party.
you walked up the house steps to the front door and max quickly followed behind you. but before you could knock he grabbed you arm pulled you to him and said "I hope you know I like you, I want you, fuck of you'll let me I'll love you." he paused slightly then continued "a man can only take so much teasing." as he rubbed his hand down your arm and tried to grab you ass but thankfully the door opened.
sofia was who opened she had a massive crush on max, you knew she doesn't likes you but it was always weird when you thought about it. she looked you up and down seemingly angry that you actually came and on top of that with max, like anyone gave you the option. before noticing max a.k.a the reason she didn't like you, despite it being obviously clear you didn't want him.
sofie quickly looked up at him and smiled stepping out to hug him, while she did that you stepped inside and was shocked how pretty it was in the inside as it was outside. seeing the rest of the group you did or well tried to give greetings as like always they ignored you and continue what they were doing. sometime went by when sofia and max decided to finally join everyone inside.
forgetting to grab your bag because you wanted to get away from max, you went back to get it and noticed it was sitting outside of his car rolling your eyes "such a gentleman." you mumbled to yourself. grabbing the handle and looking around the scenery you noticed a tall masked man by the gate but as quickly as you noticed him he was gone.
being bothered by it you went to grab a drink to help you relax, not realizing that no one else seemed to have one. you quickly were filling up a cup you found in the house you could hear hushed whispers coming from the living room where everyone was seated. when you walked into the room the talking immediately stopped as you found a seat and sat. looking around the room filled with jess, her boyfriend alex,sofia, max. looking at them as they looked back at you "what?" you said as you sipped your drink they looked at each other then jess responded "nothing" she paused but continued "its just that when we got here me and sofia think we saw someone walking around the gate." they looked at each other "did you see anyone?" alex finished for her.
being a it's been a while since you had a drink you couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or something else entirely but you felt dizzy and could feel your body numbing you responded to the question but your speech came out slurred "yesh" was all you could say your body and lips felt heavy and soon you passed out.
˚₊‧꒰ა 40 mins later ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
you don't remember passing out but you remember waking up scared, not being able to move you arms or legs much, not even able to scream only slurred words would come out. only seeing max on top of you with a frightening stare that made you regret ever walking into this house, getting into his car, and ever leaving your home.
"didn't i warn you a man can only take so much, baby doll." max whisper into your ear. you stiffen in fear realizing anyone's worse fear is about to become you reality. as he's pulling off your clothes squirmed hoping whatever was in your system would wear off.
as he finally got you skirt down enough for himself the door busted in and the man you saw earlier. funnily enough how tall he was reminded you of konig and you couldn't help but tear up missing him and his pretty green eyes, even though he told you to go you can't help but wish you stayed with him.
before max could do anything or say anything the man grabbed him by his collar, and seemingly knocked him out with a punches to the face. shaking in fear almost getting assaulted now you're going to die by a masked man with a gun. the man looked at you but never at your exposed body.
pulling rope from his pocket he tied max up and grabbed him by his tied wrists. he walked towards you but only grabbed the cover that was thrown off the bed and gently tucked you in and gave you a kiss on your forehead.
his hand smoothing your frazzled hair before he stood to his full height and walked out of the busted door with max dragged behind him. thankful whatever was in your system seemed to wear off and you could finally move though not without staggering a little.
quickly making your way out of the room well as quick as you could go you could hear gunshot. Knowing now it's life or death you needed to get out of this house if you wanted to survive to live you needed to use Max's car knowing that his keys were in his jacket you just needed to reach it.as you quietly moved down the stairs you heard even more gunshots fired knowing you need to speed up if you wanted to find where max was as he still had his jacket on the closet next to the door.
making your way down stairs as quietly and quickly as you could you. you could feel your body screaming in pain from whatever they drugged you with and from being held down but knowing that some crazy masked man was planning to kill possibly everyone in this house you had no time to relax it tend to your pain and soreness.
peaking into the living room you could see the masked man standing over a terrified max not knowing what to do exactly you waited till max started to talk to move using his voice to cover any noise you would make. when you could hear max start talking you slowly crept forward as you did you could also hear him clearer "hey, man listen I'll let you have the girl upstairs if let me go. i won't tell anyone about this, just let me go and you can do whatever you want with her." to hear him bargain for his life with you as you meant nothing but a doll made you sick but what could you expect from someone who was going to do the same to you. you would worry about that when you leave this house.
moving closer towards the door you and max made eye contact" hey! man look at her she's pretty right? have her just let me go!" knowing what he was trying to do you got up to sprint for the door but sadly the masked man was quicker and swiftly grabbed you before you could make it, but refusing to let yourself die like this you quickly fought against his hold but of course it was pointless with how big he was and he tied you up and you could of swore he apologized. he sounded familiar too a german accent you hear from konig and weirdly soothes you.
he kicked jess and laim dead bodies down off the couch and sat you so gently on it that it was comforting after all you've been through. max's chatter to get the man to let him go never stopped until the masked man told him to. "silence." max immediately went silent and looked at you before looking back at him. "do you think you deserve freedom?, no you don't you will bleed out slowly while watching your friends corpses decompose in the forest where no one will find you." not saying a word you kept quiet, max on the other hand didn't have the same idea.
"man, listen i won't tell let me go please. i promise not to tell anyone about this." not wanting to hear it the man moved quickly and grabbed max and alex not knowing what to do your body seemed paralyzed.
"i'll take care of you, liebe (love) when I get back." the man said as he grabbed the last two corpses jess and sofia then he was gone as quickly as he came leaving you with your thoughts. you couldn't help but tear up when thinking about your untimely death that was going to happen in this house. you may not have liked jess, alex, sofia or, fucking max all that much but death would not be your answer for their actions.
you don't know how long you've been left tied up waiting but when he came back he locked the door behind him and took off his shoes and sighed softly knowledging you slightly and walked up down the hallway to the stairs. soon you could hear water going in the bathroom. you couldn't help but scoffed at him he kills innocent people, has you tied up on a blood soaked coach and has the nerve to start bathing like you weren't still there tied up.
when a couple of minutes went by and he seemed satisfied with what he was doing he came back down the stairs and for the first time since he busted into the room he talked again. "i drew us a bath, are you going to cooperate with me." you nodded you head, you wanted to lie to yourself and say it was because you didn't wanna anger him so you agreed but in reality you knew it was because he was so similar to your konig.
he gently grabbed you and carried you up the stairs and to the bath he made. once there he finally untied the rope around your wrist and ankles quickly doing the same to your corset but allowing you to take off your clothes. not once did his eyes leave yours but strangely enough it was comforting too comforting saying you don't know this man and without thinking "who are you?" you voice came out softly as if you didn't want to ask but still his eyes didn't leave yours and he only responded "don't worry about it, liebling (darling). just know i'll take care of you."
"okay" you agreed quietly knowing you can't fight him and once you were fully unclothed he helped you into the tub. your body relaxing into the streaming bubble bath he drew, letting out a happy sigh the man chuckled and began to also undress. startled you yelled " what are you doing." the man continued to undress while talking "I said us, mein hübsches mädchen (my pretty girl)." he paused to look up at you "do not worry, I won't do anything you won't like." he looked back down at his belt the movement of him working on undoing his belt made you look down at the movement too and you noticed something that made miss kitty meow meow throb.
feeling your gaze he looked up as he pushed both his pants and underwear down making you look away in embarrassment. he chuckled at you fidgeting figure but made his was over to get in behind you. sitting you on his lap despite being undress he made no move to take the mask off. deciding that if you were to die might as well ask questions before your death so you asked " who are you? why did you do this? and why am i still alive?" you wait to see if he answers but all he does is kiss your neck though his mask ignoring your questions " would you like to wash yourself or can i, liebe (love)." was the only response you got out of him feeling restless knowing what that meant because konig called you that all the time.
you couldn't help but tear up again and cry wanting nothing more than to go home safely to the only person that cares about you. doing nothing to soothe your tears but place oddly comforting butterfly kisses "i'm sorry, mein hübsches mädchen (my pretty girl)" the man behind you said with such sincerely that you looked at him and noticed that you were staring at your konig, your blue eyed, long haired konig. the man was konig you didn't know if you should be happy or cry harder knowing konig could do something like this.
your body chose for you, your hands shake while you reach for his face feeling konig skin you cried harder. konig reach his own hands up to wipe your tears before tilting your chin up so you meet eye to eye. "i'm-" before konig could say more you kissed him not knowing if it was the near death experience or having to bath with who you thought was an unknown man. but you missed him too much to care about anything else, and with the same passion and, lust, and love he kissed back. his hand moving from your chin to hold your throat and, his other rubbing your lower back moving it's way to your ass.
he turned you around on his lap pulling away from the kiss to suck on your neck. as the hand on your ass helped you grind on his bulge feeling it twitch against you made you wetter. letting out soft moans you reached between you to grab his dick but he stopped you with a hand on your wrist. pulling away from your neck breathing heavily " no, mein liebe (my love). I want to you. I must prepare you my pleasure can wait." and before you know it he pulled you up on his face like you weighed nothing and began to suck on your clit.
your hands reached for his hair and held on as he sucked and licked your folds. "please konig more~" you moaned out " what do you want " he mumble his breath hitting your clit before he gave little kitten licks to said clit. " your fingers ah~please" he pressed a kissed to your clit before he dived back in " mein liebe (my love)" he said as he went to town. you were a virgin and konig knew that but this it's the first time he's been between your legs. "i'm about to cum. please don't stop." you moaned louder feeling the knot in your lower stomach get tighter and tighter when he added a third finger you felt it snap. "fuck~" he kept going not stopping for a second. being though this before he'd want two more out of you before he actually put it in. legs shaking you pulled him away using his hair, and looking at him he looked so pretty with your juices covering his lips.
removing yourself off of his face and back on his lap you quickly kissed him and tasting yourself on his lips and tongue. "put it in " you mumbled against his lips " you sure? i would like to prepare you more." he responded of course you were sure he's been preparing you for months now. " yes, please" you whined slightly he only chucked in response and gave you a kiss on the forehead "okay."
grabbing his shaft as you position yourself on top, his tip teasing your entrance while his lips made their way back to your neck creating even more love bites on the skin. searching once again for your sweet spot when getting the moan he wants he sunk you down on his dick. hearing his moans of harmony helped ease the pain you felt but didn't stop the gasp of pain from coming out of your mouth, hearing this he stopped halfway and began to reassure you. kissing your tears away, whispering sweet nothings, and rubbing your clit to help.
feeling you tightened around him "are you okay? do you want to continue or should we stop." a pause went by before you answered "no! i'm okay, I wanna keep going please konig." konig groaned "mein liebe (my love), please relax, i'm trying to control myself." he said while continuing to kiss all over your face. steadily relaxing you but also drawing little giggles out of you.
relaxed enough for him to continue," you can move now." giving him the okay to move. one more kiss was planted on your lips, before he steadily moved you up and down on his shaft. the slow but deep thrust hitting your g-spot very quickly causing soft moans to leave your mouth. "like that mein liebe (my love)?" nodding your head before you let it fall on his shoulder with your reassure "I'm going to go faster now." and faster he did. replacing your soft moans with louder moans and gasps of his name.
doing your best to ride him, taking one of his hands in yours and trailing it to your clit caused him to chuckle softly. "need it here, huh?" removing your head from where it rested on his shoulder to look at his eyes. "say where you want my hand or I'll stop." when you felt his thrusts slowing down you quickly spoke. "no don't stop please. rub my clit please." trailing kisses down your forehead, the tip of your nose and finally your lips. "there's my girl." he said before quickly resuming his thrusts.
one hand grabbing your ass the other rubbed quick circles on your clit. sending mind numbing thrust deep inside you. feeling you tighten around him he speeding up his strokes and his thumb on your clit. you could feel your second orgasm coming "go ahead. cum liebe (love), cum for me." between his thrusts and his thumb you couldn't hold it long. "fuck, I'm cumming." he groaned out, hearing his moans topping off the orgasm that was building up with a couple more thrust you quickly orgasm with him not far behind you.
the pleasure causing you to faint, when you came to again your dry and dressed in a shirt that's most definitely konig's. looking around the room you noticed the water next to you, you grabbed it and took generous sips of it. hearing a door open you turn to it to see konig coming out of the bathroom seemingly freshly showered with a towel around his waist and a smaller one helping drying his hair.
neither you or konig saying much just enjoying each others presence. konig getting ready for bed got dressed then climb in with you, still not a word spoken between you too. getting settled konig gently grabbed you settling your head on his chest while rubbing the same hand the grabbed you on your back. before you could say more sleep took you quicker then you wished it did, but with your body and mind being exhausted it was hard to fight it.
konig looked down at your sleeping figure and kissed your head mumbling under his breath "sweet dreams mein liebe (my love)." before he fell asleep happy to have you in his arms, safe from those horrible excuse of humans that you used to call friends.
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SMUT AHEAD
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So like imagine any of the cod men putting whipped cream on Ur neck and just GOING AT IT
LIKE DOING THEIR THING
Yk
Or am I judt insane
A/n(It is time everyone for me to do headcanons cause I feel silly
Also, this will be abt alejandro vargas (he's my baby)
TW: smut , p in v, (pussy eating?) Missionary, breeding , spanking , bondage, swearing, biting, praise, squirting
Let me know if I missed something cause I feel tired asg
This is with chubby reader btw cause I think we need more of these
I do apologise if it is horrible I'm still new
˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖- THIS MAN. AND WHEN I TELL YOU HE WILL GO IN BETWEEN UR LEGS IF U ASK NICELY HE WILL LIKE SJDNDND
˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖- he will honestly grab Ur thick , voluptuous thighs only for them to be littered in bite marks and hand prints
☆- That's it
˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖-now why do I have the feeling this man loves bondage and/or spanking. Like my brain cannot handle this brain rot anymore
˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖-enjoys calling you a beautiful ángel or a gorgeous princesa along with him spanking Ur sweet, sweet round ass with him saying that Ur doing so good and he's going to take care of you
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˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖-Him having the thought of you waddling around along with leaking breasts and thinking he managed to make you like this , GETS HIM GOING
˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖- WHEN HE DOES GET LIKE THIS , HE DOESNT WANNA HURT THE BABY SO HE EATS U OUT AND TRIES TO MAKE YOU SQUIRT AS MANY TIMES AS HE CAN
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Hello everyone
Seems like werewolf!soap won!
So I'm gonna do another but with different characters, and if you'd like to suggest fandoms (such as tokyo Ghoul, tokyo revengers, cod, haikyyu)
And etc
Just let me know in the comment's:)
(Side note I only do aged up characters such as 18+)
Hey everyone
This is just an apology and I'm gonna keep it quick and simple
I've injured my right shoulder and won't be able to write
I'm so sorry everyone, and pls take care of yourself
my god i am having inappropriate thoughts about mr simon riley.. here u go take it
tags: blowjob, head m! receiving, ghost has a bad mission
he had just returned from a particularly difficult mission. he’s got plenty of stress pent up. so when you’re in lying in your shared bed and he slams the bedroom door, you know you’re in for it.
“rough mission, handsome?”
god did that nickname make his cock twitch in his pants. he effortlessly undresses himself. you watch him carefully. the heavy steps he takes toward the bed, chest heaving up and down like he’s fucking rabid. he slides his boxers down and looks down at you. you drool at the sheer size and girth of him. you’ve felt him so many times but you’ll never get used to it. he aligns his tip with your mouth and groans as you take him right in.
you try to take a moment and get used to his size, but he unexpectedly pushes himself down your throat. causing you to gag around his cock and making him bury himself deeper.
“such a fucking whore, look at how you let me use you how i want. like your depend on my cock”
his words make you throb. you can feel yourself growing more and more aroused. your brain is getting hazy and you’re feelin dizzy. you attempt to push at his thighs to get air but he won’t budge. your muffled sobs are overpowered by his groans.
“can’t take it? that’s too bad baby, ‘cause i’m not stopping”. as soon as he finishes his sentence he’s fucking into your throat like an animal. at least you can get some short breaths in now. you can tell he’s getting close by the way he twitches in your mouth and tugging your hair. you’re obsessed with the feeling of him.
he shoves himself down your throat before cumming down your throat murmuring a line of praises
“did so good, makin m’ feel so good baby. taking my cum like you can’t breathe without it”.
you swallow it all. taking a massive breath of air as he pulls out your throat for good tonight. he presses a quick kiss to your forehead before flipping you over in your tummy.
this was far from over
lust for life
professor john price x student reader
tags: teacher x student, very obvious age gap, i’m in love with older men like genuinely i have an issue, yearning a little bit, smut ofc
you knew it was wrong. your friends scolded you for feeling that way towards your, much older professor. but the heart wants what it wants, right? he’d praise your work, calling you “such a smart girl”, it drove you crazy. but of course he wouldn’t feel the same way back. it’s unprofessional and downright wrong. but the way he was grabbing your hips and forcing you back down onto his cock, praises falling from his lips as he reaches his high. it was too much, the way he called your name out like a chant.
“any questions before i let you all go?”
you snapped out of your very lucid daydream. looking around to see your classmates slowly exiting the lecture. you looked down at your notes to see that the only thing you’ve written down is a few lousy notes. sighing, you scold yourself for not paying attention. you’re gonna have to stay after class again, but you weren’t complaining. you made your way over to your professors desk as the last student shut the door.
“i’m really sorry mr. price. h-honestly i wasn’t really paying attention today. you might have to go over a few topics with me again. i apologize.” this wasn’t usually like you. you had the highest grade in your class and was always doing superb in all of your assignments.
“hey, it’s alright. you’re a very good girl. i know you didn’t have any bad intentions today”. he stood up from his chair, allowing him to slightly tower over you. he walks to where your back is nearly touching his chest, “here. give me this, let’s see what you have down”. you became self aware of every breath you took, praying to anyone out there that he couldn’t see you almost trembling.
to break the tension, you step forward and turn towards him. the way you looked up at him, batting your eyelashes. god, it made him melt. the way you yearn for his praise. he knows how you feel about him. he’d be lying if he said he didn’t notice the way your gaze lingered just a little longer than everyone else’s, biting the tip of your pen to try and get rid of all those disgusting thoughts.
price walks back over to his desk and takes a seat back on his chair, letting a gruff groan as he sits back fully.
“so, what’s been on your brain that’s got you all distracted?”. he tilted his head, waiting to see what lie you’ll conjure up.
“i mean- it’s really nothing. just school being busy. got plenty of work to get done, the usual.”. you failed to make eye contact. noted.
“you only have two classes. i know you don’t have that much work.” his voice is stern now. and your stomach is turning at the fact he’s caught you in your lie. “so look at me, and tell me what’s on your mind”.
you swallow hard. cringing at the fact that he may know exactly where your mind wonders each class. you decide to give in, kind of.
“it’s silly. i have a boy on my mind.” hoping that he’ll believe your lie. he scoffs and beckons you to come closer, patting his lap once you’re close enough. you look at him, confused. spending too much time thinking about the secret meaning of his actions, you’re caught off guard by the fact he snatched your hips and sits you onto his lap. you weakly try to wiggle your way out of his strong grasp, but it’s no use.
“maybe you aren’t such a smart girl. lying to your professor like that as if i don’t know.” his grip on your hips is suffocating. your body starts to subconsciously grind on his body due to the overwhelming heat forming between your legs. you know it’s wrong but god it feels so right.
price grabs your chin and begins kissing you. what was soft, gentle kisses grew to become an intense make out session. the sounds of your sloppy kisses to the feeling of your clit rubbing against his bulge every time you rock forward again, it was all becoming too much. you were babbling nonsense and pleading for more.
“becoming all fucked out just by grinding on me a little? that’s pathetic, honey.”. although his words are harsh, he picks you up and flips you onto his desk. your face is pushed into a bunch of useless paperwork as he slides down your pants, using a thumb to tease your puffy clit as he takes off your panties next. he uses the pad of the same thumb to collect the slick from your pussy, using it to wet his throbbing cock.
you cry out as he pushes his full length in without a warning. your hand flies to your mouth to prevent any more sounds from spilling out.
“thaaattts it baby, shut your pretty mouth up. y’know how much trouble we’d get in. if they saw me fuckin a pretty little girl like you.”. you clenched around him at the thought of it. getting caught face down ass up with your professor who’s slightly older than your father.
his hips smacked against yours faster now, bruising your walls so bad you don’t know if you’ll be able to walk out of the room. you feel yourself slipping away into ecstasy, barely able to keep your head up. you know price is getting close by the way he’s growling so deeply into your ear. his thrusts become animalistic as he urges you to reach your high with him. both of your cum getting mixed together as he sloppily grinds against you a few more times to ride out his orgasm.
you pant heavily as he pulls out. leaving a soft kiss on your shoulder before redressing himself. you do the same, pulling up your underwear and pants. your mind is racing, wondering what the hell just happened. his scent floods your senses as he helps you steady yourself back onto your feet.
but for some odd reason, you’re still incredibly worried about missing out on notes. hesitantly, you ask “do you think i could stay afterwards tomorrow too, sir? i really need those notes”. he smiles softly at the fact that you’re still academically driven even after your daydreams just came true.
“of course. you know where to find me, sweetheart.”
EXPERIENCE (m.)
könig x inexperienced!reader
tags: age gap, acquaintances to lovers, afab!reader but gn
cw: loss of virginity, cunnilingus, fingering, hand riding (hear me out), pussyjob, talking u thru it, praise, pet names (liebling, little one), size kink/difference, handjob, reassurance/encouragement kink, wet&messy, konig is uncut hehe, squirting
note: konig is in his 40s and reader is in their 20s!
;in which you live in the same building as a really hot, older, military man
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When you met König, you never expected the harmless interactions to ever evolve into anything substantial. He lived somewhere in the same apartment building as you did, though you didn’t know where exactly. Most times, you would find him in the elevator or cross paths with him in the lobby.
You knew he was in the military, most of the people living in the building were. It was close to the nearby base and had rent for a damn good price. The way he carried himself, back straight and body seemingly always at attention gave him away.
He was massive, standing much taller above you with broad shoulders and thick thighs. A lot of the time he was wearing a hood over his face, mostly when he was coming or going from work – which was seemingly all the time.
On the few occasions that you caught him without the hood, you could tell it was him solely by his build. There was no one else in the building who looked anything like that.
He was handsome, in a rugged, tired kind of way. He was a lot older than you were expecting him to be – probably in his early to mid forties, you guessed. He had salt and pepper hair, fine lines etched onto his face, and stern eyes from (no doubt) many years in the military.
You had never properly spoken to him before. Hell, you didn’t even know his name. You greeted him when you saw him and smiled in passing when you made eye contact. Occasionally, he would respond in an accented voice that you longed to ask about.
The event that changed everything was a fun little night out you had with your friends. You had maybe had a bit too much to drink before finally conceding at your friends’ behest to call yourself an Uber.
By the time you reach your apartment building, you’re still very buzzed and starting to feel a little nauseous. You stumble to the elevator and impatiently slam your thumb on the button over and over again, losing count as you do.
“It’s not going to come any faster,” an accented voice drones next to you, nearly making you jump out of your skin.
“You scared the shit out of me,” you wheeze, hand over your racing heart.
“You should be more aware of your surroundings then,” he says, “Especially when you are intoxicated.”
You huff through your nose, growing annoyed at the prospect of being lectured. The elevator grants mercy and dings before slowly opening. There's a rowdy group of men inside who quickly walk out of the elevator, seedy eyes immediately finding their way to you, scanning your body up and down as they pass by.
You feel that nauseous pit in your stomach twist as you finally step onto the elevator. Nothing to ruin your jovial mood from a nice evening more than a group of leering men. Living in an apartment building filled with soldiers, it wasn’t unusual to have them stare at you – didn’t mean you liked it.
You cross your arms over your chest as König steps on, the elevator creaking and groaning under his immense weight.
“What floor?” he asks softly, glancing at you over his shoulder as he stands in front of the button panel.
“3,” you mumble, leaning against the back wall. You watch him punch in the 3 but not anything else, making you raise a brow, “You live on 3 too?”
He shakes his head but doesn’t say another word. You narrow your eyes at his back, if he feels you looking, he doesn’t give it away. The elevator is plunged into silence aside from the quiet sound of the shaft moving up and up until it dings and the doors slide open.
He steps out first, standing in the threshold to keep the door from closing as you push yourself off the wall. Your head swims for a second and you stumble past him, keenly aware of his eyes on you.
You wander down the hallway, glancing over your shoulder to see him slowly stalking behind you. His arms hand limply by his sides, his fists clenched into fists but he remains a respectable distance.
“Why are you following me?” you ask, unable to hide the nervousness in your tone, “You said you don’t live on this floor.”
“Young recruits are tools,” he supplies simply, “I am making sure you make it to your door without any problems.”
That causes you to hum and for a little flutter in your stomach to manifest. You brush it off and pause at your door, pulling your keys out so unlock it. You push it open and step in, letting it hit your back to keep it from closing as you turn to look at your companion.
“Thank you…um…” you clear your throat and look at him expectantly.
“König,” he supplies simply, arms tucked behind his back, making him look even wider.
“König…” you repeat, feeling the words on your tongue, “Interesting name. Where are you from?”
“Austria,” he replies almost mechanically, “I will be going now.”
You don’t get to say another word before he’s stalking away and down the hallway, heavy footfalls practically rumbling the ground beneath him. You slowly close your door and lean against it, hand placed over your racing heart – when did that start up?
You blame it on your inexperience when it comes to men. You’d had a couple boyfriends, pretty standard for someone in their 20s. Your problem was none of them were ever good enough. The over-zealous types who wanted their dicks sucked as gratitude for paying for dinner. Then would turn around and either give you the most lackluster head of your life, barely any foreplay before trying to shove his dick into an unprepared hole.
You had never given them the chance, once they showed they were only interested in their own pleasure and would more than likely not even think about touching your clit or angling for your g-spot, you stopped them and kicked them out. More often than not, you woke up to a break-up text because of course you did.
So that was how you were still a virgin and more or less, at this point, given up on dating. You’d been single now for the better part of 6 months and had no intentions of giving any men your own age a shot at it.
But…you hadn’t considered an older man. Like König.
At that thought, you pushed yourself off the door and kicked your shoes off, intent on taking a shower to hopefully wash these drunken thoughts out of your head. So he’d been nice and walked you to your door, no questions asked, so what? Didn’t make him any different from men your age.
As you made it to the bathroom, you felt your stomach finally churn for the final time and found your head buried in the toilet. You cursed yourself for not listening to your friends, who apparently knew your own limits better than you did.
The next time you see König is just a few days later. You walk into the apartment’s gym on the ground floor, and there he is – sitting lifting weights. You pause when you see him, feeling that traitorous flutter in your chest you were sure you puked out that night you had learned his name.
You watch the way his biceps flex, bulging so large you’re sure not even two of your hands could wrap around the girth of it. There were some scars littering his skin, most of them white and raised from age but a few that still had that new tissue pink color. You also noticed some fading tattoos encircling his forearms. Fuck, he was hot.
You hung your head and scampered over to the treadmill, intent on getting your cardio up.
As you run, you notice a group waltz in, laughing and shoving each other. You glance over at them, rolling your eyes when some of them make eye contact and nudge their buddies. They lean in close and whisper to each other with shit eating grins on their faces and you find frustration building up so you try to ignore them.
“Quiet,” you hear an accented voice snap, full of authority, “You are disturbing everyone.”
The rowdy young men quiet down immediately and clear their throats, “S-Sorry, Colonel,” one of them utters.
‘Colonel? Is that high ranking?’ you find yourself wondering, making a mental note to look that up later.
Either way, König manages to make the gym peaceful once again and you finish your workout with no other hitches.
You grab your towel and dab at the sweat on your face and neck as you swiftly make your way out of the gym, completely unaware of the shadow following closely behind.
You slow to a stop at the elevator, punching the button to call it as you sip on your water bottle, mindlessly going over what else you need to do with your day. The shadow behind you remains stagnant, still and silent as it lurks behind your unsuspecting form as the elevator opens and you step on.
He follows, hefty weight causing the elevator to groan as usual. That gets your attention and you jump, placing a delicate hand over your racing heart just like you had before, eyes wide in shock at his appearance.
“You’re doing it on purpose now!” you whine at him and he has to fight back a smile at it.
“I told you that you needed to pay more attention to your surroundings,” he replies smoothly, pressing the 3 button for you before pressing 5 for himself.
“How is a guy as big as you able to be so quiet?” you ask softly, making note of the floor he lives on.
“Years of training,” he gives a quick response that you hum at. There is a beat of silence before he finds himself speaking again, “You never gave me your name.”
He sees the way you look at him in surprise and he almost wishes he could rip the words from the air as soon as he says them. He doesn’t want you to get the wrong idea that he actually wants to get to know you.
But you smile softly and give him your name with a kind nod of your head before the elevator grants him mercy and dings at the arrival on your floor.
“See you around, König,” you say as you step off.
He doesn’t respond.
Once back in the safety of your apartment, you find yourself going through the entire interaction in your head over and over again. Your heart races as you think back on him.
It's as you’re making dinner for yourself that you finally have the coherent thought of revelation that you may have a crush on König.
The revelation is almost enough to have you groaning out of frustration into the quiet sanctity of your apartment but you manage to refrain. But you can’t deny you don’t quite know what to do about it now. You had sworn off of men but…that was men your own age. König was…older than you, surely at least 15 years your senior, possibly more. You figure it couldn’t hurt to ask him out for some coffee one of these days.
Except, the next time you see König is almost 2 weeks later. You don’t see hide nor hair of him at all. It definitely puts a damper on your confidence and you almost think your crush was just a fleeting little thing and for that you’re grateful for.
Until the elevator opens one day and there he is. He’s wearing his hood but his eyes look even more exhausted than usual – beyond the general tiredness that comes with age. You carefully step on, joining him in the downward descent to the lobby. It’s just the two of you and feel that fluttering in your chest start up again and your hands begin to sweat. You scour your brain for something to say — anything to start up a conversation after so long of not seeing him.
“Haven’t seen you around,” you mutter softly. He hums softly in acknowledgement but doesn’t supply much of a response beyond that, “Where have you been?” you try again.
“Deployed,” he finally responds after several seconds of silence.
You can’t find any way to respond or keep the conversation going but it’s sure that he has no intentions of doing so anyway. Still, it surprised you that he had been deployed, you hadn’t considered that. It made sense now that you thought about it.
The elevator opened and you both stepped out. He walked much faster than you, beelining out of the apartment and you briefly considered letting him go but another part of you wanted to stop him and ask him out.
You cursed to yourself and jogged forward, calling his name. He stopped in his tracks at the sound of you calling for him. He looks down at you over his nose, a burning gaze that makes your nervousness spike. Perhaps it wasn’t such a good time after all.
“What?” he snaps, clearly impatient.
“Oh um…” you clear your throat and slow to a stop, “N-Nevermind…”
He huffs through his nose and resumes storming out of the apartment. You find yourself sighing deeply, following his lead. When you get outside, he’s nowhere to be seen and you once again find yourself wondering how a man of his size is so good at not being seen.
A few nights later, the weekend rolls around and you find yourself standing in that damned elevator with him once again. He’s maskless and it gives you pause before stepping on.
It’s silent for a few seconds before he says, “I am sorry for the other day.”
You look up at him with wide eyes, “Um…what do you mean?”
“I was not polite towards you,” he answers, casting a soft gaze towards you that makes your heart flutter, “I took my bad mood out on you and I should not have. So…I am sorry.”
“Oh…” you clear your throat and give him a smile, “it’s alright, König. I shouldn’t have bothered you with something silly.”
He frowns at you, “Something silly?”
“It’s nothing,” you assure him, smiling kindly at him.
He wants to ask you what you mean but the elevator door opens and you step out, making him realize that you reached your floor. You wave your goodbye to him as the doors close and he lets his head fall back with a sigh once he’s alone.
Yet another bad day weighed heavily on his shoulders when you came waltzing into the elevator, bright eyed and happy. His fists were clenched behind his back and he did his best to avoid looking at you, hoping you would take the hint and not speak to him like you usually did. It hadn’t been but a day since he had apologized to you for making an ass of himself in the lobby and he didn’t want to do the same thing so soon after.
But then you say something that sends it all crumbling down.
“Hey…” you start, fidgeting your fingers in front of you, “Would you like to get coffee sometime? Maybe lunch?”
You ask it so sweetly and softly. For some reason, that grates on his nerves even more than anything.
“What?” he snaps, cold and sharp in a way that makes you visibly freeze.
You look up at him like a deer caught in the headlights, “Um…w-well, I just…it’s…I would like to…”
Your nervous babbling only serves to piss him off even more as his glare narrows down on you, making you shrink in on yourself where you stand. Suddenly, the elevator feels much smaller than it had ever before – even with him filling most of the space as usual.
“You want to go out with me?” he spits, his accent growing stronger with every venomous word that he can’t seem to stop from spilling from his lips, “I am twice your age, what the hell makes you think I would want to date you?”
You swallow thickly around the lump forming in your throat and bite back the tears that threaten to form. He hears you sniffle and promptly snaps his head to look at you. Under the ugly, yellow light of the elevator he can see the tears trickling down your cheeks and he suddenly wants to slap himself into the next decade.
He wants to open his mouth so badly and apologize for being so cruel to you. He knows he could have told you no in a much softer way rather than making your feelings seem like something revolting or stupid. But the elevator doors open and you’re slipping out before he even has a chance. He decides not to chase after you.
It’s for the best, he assures himself.
It only takes a few days before he’s vehemently regretting not stopping you then and there.
It happens on a Friday night, the elevators are closing just as a hand jumps between them, sending them opening again. You step on, giggling in a way that tells him you’re just a little inebriated. You freeze when you see him standing there, maskless and cold gaze as he watches you tug a young man into the elevator behind you – clearly a little drunk himself.
You pointedly stand in front of König, keeping your back to him to show that you’re not even willing to look at him. König feels his heart clench painfully in his chest before it’s replaced by a wash of anger as he watches the young man paw at you. He slips his hand down your back to grope at your ass, making you giggle breathlessly before you’re batting his hands away with a little bat of your lashes.
König wishes he had an excuse to step off the elevator at the same time as you – anything to prolong his time with you. He’s never felt the desire to cockblock someone more in his whole entire life.
But he doesn’t move. He just watches you step off without a single glance in his direction before you’re vanishing around the corner and the elevator doors close silently, leaving König alone with his thoughts.
You couldn’t believe you brought this guy to your apartment. You especially couldn’t believe you were letting him strip you of your clothes and paw at your body like some kind of mindless dog. You had sworn to yourself that you were not going to fall into this trap again – a 20-something year old guy buying you a drink, complimenting you a little, teasing and groping you in the club until you caved and brought him home. It wasn’t your first go around – and it always ended the same way.
But you were drunk and you needed to get your mind off that stupid, giant Austrian military man that lived in your building. And wouldn’t you know it, he was on the elevator as soon as you got in. It was almost enough to sober you up, your wounded pride and feelings still so prevalent even after a few days of nursing the hurt.
You could only hope that this would relieve you of your hurt feelings.
Unfortunately, you quickly realized that this was a mistake.
As soon as he started groping you, spreading your legs and trying to stuff his cock inside you without so much as a single finger of prep – you knew this wasn’t going to happen.
You tried to lead him, thinking maybe he was a little too tipsy to actually think about it.
“How about a little prep, hm?” you ask softly.
He pauses what he’s doing and you can practically see the gears turning in his head, “Oh…you’re one of those…”
He says it in disgust and you feel yourself bristle in annoyance, “One of what?”
“You want me to eat you out, right?” he scoffs, rolling his eyes, “That shit’s gross, c’mon just let me stick it in, already.” It was that moment that you felt any minute desire you had to have sex evaporate.
You don’t even bother walking the guy out, leaving him to limp to the elevator in shame with a hard cock and blue balls.
It takes you a few days to find it in yourself to crawl out of your apartment. The only reason you actually do leave is because you’re in need of food – your little supply of ramen has depleted and you have to bite the bullet.
After your little shopping trip at the nearby convenience store, you find yourself waiting for the elevator when a dark shadow looms over you. You feel a pit of dread in your stomach as you smell the musky, sweet scent of his cologne. But you don’t dare acknowledge his presence.
He doesn’t give you long to ignore him, however, before he’s talking to you.
“How was your little date?” he asks, voice dripping in a tone of condescension that immediately puts you on edge.
“What’s it to you?” you hiss, still not daring to look at him.
He scoffs, “You went and found yourself a little toy to play with awfully fast. Seems your interest in me wore off quickly, no?”
That gets you to finally turn around, meeting his cold, indifferent gaze with your hot, teary one. You miss the look of surprise that flashes over his face.
“What is your problem?” you snap, “You rejected me, what the hell do you care what I do? And for your information, the date was shit. He was shit, like I should have expected any difference. God, I really am a fucking idiot,” you find yourself rambling, a lamenting spiel that you can’t seem to stop no matter how badly you want to, “Just like every prick before him, he was selfish and revolting. I thought I could finally get fucking laid and just call it a day but no, my stupid standards are too high and I find myself asking out the hot older guy in my building only for him to find me revolting!”
By the time you’re done ranting, the doors open and you storm out of the elevator, angrily gripping your bag of groceries. König is frozen where he stands, watching you leave as the doors slowly close – almost begging him to put his hand between them and stop them so he can chase after you.
But he doesn’t.
It’s creeping up on midnight when there’s a knock on your apartment door. You’re curled up on the couch, watching some random show that you weren’t really invested in but couldn’t be bothered to change.
The knock makes you jump, startled, but get up nonetheless. A quick peek in the peephole tells you exactly who it is before you even open it.
You briefly consider not opening it period but find yourself opening it before you actually settle on a decision.
König stands in front of you, a bouquet of flowers clutched in his hand, looking comically small. The sight is almost enough to get you to crack a smile. Almost.
But the residual hurt from the last few interactions you’ve had with him is enough to keep you stoic. You raise a brow and you practically see his confidence falter. A pang of guilt goes through you at the sight and you step aside, waving him in with a quiet huff.
He closes the door behind him softly, kicking his boots off as he watches you wander into the living room. You take a seat on your couch, covering yourself with your throw blanket once again as you watch him wander in, gazing around at your decor before finally settling on you.
“Um…” He clears his throat nervously and places the flowers on your coffee table, “I think that we should talk…”
“Should we?” you quip back.
He sighs, broad shoulders heaving with the movement before he takes a seat beside you, taking up a hefty amount of space on your small couch.
“I want to apologize,” he says softly, folding his hands in his lap, “When you asked me out…I-I should not have spoken to you like that.”
You huff, crossing your arms over your chest, “If that’s all this is about, König, then you can go. I-I don’t really want to hear a half-assed apology about the way you rejected me. You’re not interested, let’s just move on from it. I’ll get over it.”
He shakes his head quickly and curses under his breath, a word you don’t understand – German, your brain supplies, helpfully.
“You are wrong,” he says, “I do not want you to get over it because I am interested.”
The gets you to perk up, eyes wide, “What do you mean? You said you–”
“I know what I said,” he mutters, “I am…twice your age…”
“So you mentioned before…” you reply.
“I do not think…you should be with someone old like me,” he continues softly, “You should be with someone your own age. That is what I thought. It is not that I don’t find you attractive; I think you’re sweet and lovely. But it's just…our age difference…”
“König,” you stop him from continuing, “I’m capable of making my own decisions.”
“I understand that but…” he trails off, casting a sideways glance across the room, away from you.
“I’ve tried dating men my own age, König,” you say, “It always ends the same – I send them home blue balled.”
He huffs out a laugh through his nose and finally sets his gaze back on you, “Why do you do that?”
“I don’t plan to…” you begin, running your hand along the soft fabric of your blanket, “it’s just that...I bring them home and then we start getting into it and it fucking sucks!”
“Sucks..?” The question is soft and drawn out.
“He wants to fuck my throat and won’t even give me his fingers before trying to stick his dick in,” you spit, angrily glaring at the tv as you remember all your shit encounters, “I’ve never even let one of them go all the way.”
“You’re a virgin…?” he asks.
You shrug your shoulders, “I guess. I mean I’ve had shitty oral and stuff but…”
“I see…” he trails off, shifting in his seat, hands still folded in his lap, “Well, I would like to take you out for a date after all.”
You find a smile spreading across your face faster than you can stop it. You jump to your knees and throw your arms around his shoulders with a squeal of happiness, “Really? You mean it?”
He laughs breathlessly, a husky little sound that makes your heart race, “Does this weekend work for you?”
You eagerly nod your head and lean in. You catch the way his eyes widen briefly before your lips meet. You think he’s going to pull away from you but instead he cups the back of your head and deepens the kiss.
You feel a shiver go through you at the feeling of his big, strong hand holding you there in the kiss. You couldn’t keep yourself from getting wet even if you wanted to.
With your hands pressed against his firm chest, you toss one leg over his lap and find yourself seated on top of him. He breaks the kiss at that, hands migrating to your waist where he mindlessly strokes his thumb over the skin exposed by the way your shirt rode up.
You lean down and kiss him again and he groans against your mouth. You grind down against him in response to the throb that makes your pussy clench around nothing. You whimper into the kiss when he suddenly stops your movements with a firm grip.
“We shouldn’t, liebling,” he whispers softly.
“Why not?” you whine, settling in his lips. You briefly realize that you can feel something hard beneath you and that makes you start dripping in your panties, “Don’t you want to?”
“I-I do…” he assures, “I just…want to properly court you…”
He couldn’t get any sweeter if he tried. Still, you quip back with a teasing little smile, “Wow, you are a lot older than me, huh?”
You feel giddy when the sweet look in his eyes melts away into something darker. One hand clasps the back of your head before he pulls you in for a much rougher kiss. You keen as you feel the way he exudes experience – the kiss like nothing you have ever experienced before.
The way he moves his lips and slips his tongue into your mouth to taste your mouth, it’s not gross or too much the way it sometimes is with men who don’t know what they’re doing.you find yourself moaning into the kiss before you even realize it.
He pulls away at that, a heady look in his pretty, blue eyes. You find yourself briefly lamenting the loss of his mouth but that thought disappears quickly when he moves to begin peppering kisses along the length of your neck, making sure to nip at your jaw and kiss your shoulder.
He tugs the hem of your t-shirt down just a bit so he can have access to your collar bones, nipping and kissing there as well. Your head falls back as you surrender yourself to him completely.
“Oh,” he coos softly, lips brushing against your ear, “You are just so sweet for me, aren’t you, little one?”
You practically whimper at his words as his hands slip under the hem of your shirt, fingertips barely grazing your skin. You squirm in his lap as his touch tickles you on his way up to your breasts, skirting over your ribs before fully cupping them in his roughened palms.
You sigh into the quiet room, arching your back to press deeper into his hands. His thumbs graze over your nipples and you moan.
Sure, you’ve had guys grope your tits before but it had never felt like this. The mindless squishing and squeezing was replaced with soft cupping and gentle brushes over your nipples until they hardened followed by pinches and flicks that left you absolutely dripping in your panties.
He takes mercy on you quickly, one hand sliding down your body to slide under your sweatpants and beneath your panties. Your hands grip his shoulders, blunt nails biting into them when one broad finger slides down, the sticky noise of your folds separating enough to send heat rushing to your cheeks.
“You’re so wet,” he whispers in a tone so soft you almost think it wasn’t meant for you, but then he tacks on, “Do you hear it?”
“Y-Yeah,” you whimper, embarrassment flooding through you at the sticky, clicking noises that come along with his prodding, “N-Never been this wet before, König…”
That causes him to pause, blue eyes gazing at you through his eyelashes, “Is that so..?” You desperately nod your head, slowly beginning to rock your hips against his hand, but he doesn’t move again and you whine, “Has anyone ever made you cum on their fingers?”
“J-Just me,” you answer breathlessly without a second thought.
He hums thoughtfully and after a second, he begins moving his hand again. This time he introduces more fingers, spreading your folds apart with his index and ring so he can pet your hardened clit with his middle. The feeling makes tremors run through your body and he huffs a laugh, “I guess I will show you what it feels like then, yeah?”
He doesn’t give you a moment to think let alone answer before his middle finger is sliding into you. The one digit alone is enough to stretch you, given how massive he is in whole. He crooks his finger forward and a moan rips from your chest when he hits that gooey little spot inside you.
“A-Another, please, König!” you beg shamelessly.
“Shh,” he hushes, shaking his head, “Let me work you open on this and then you can have more.”
You practically wail in despair, letting your forehead drop forward onto his shoulder. You suddenly wish you had rid yourself of your clothes so you could see the way his hand worked against you. All you could see now was the faint movement under your pants but the mental image of that thick finger inside you, slick with your juices was enough to have you clenching desperately around him.
After a moment, he adds a second finger and you feel like you’re in heaven. The stretch is phenomenal and his palm bumps against your clit every time he sinks them into the last knuckle.
However, before he can set a rhythm to really start getting you off, he stops. You angrily lean back and glare at him – the sight has his lips quirking up.
“Ride my fingers,” he orders you, leaving no room for arguing.
You can tell he’s not going to give you anything unless you take it for yourself so you sit up higher on your knees so you can have the clearance to move. Your hands remain on his shoulders, clinging to him for stability as you clumsily begin to rock your hips. The only time you’ve ever done these movements is when you tried humping your pillow once after seeing it in some porn. It didn’t really do much for you so you never tried again.
König can tell your movements are clumsy and it makes his cock throb against his thigh. He helps you along, crooking his fingers just right to grind the tips against that sweet little spot inside you. It makes you moan beautifully and he files the noise away.
His other hand comes up to grip your hip, steadying you as you continue to hump his fingers. You’re growing more and more frustrated as you quickly realize that you’re not able to make it feel as good as he had earlier. The tearful little gaze you give him has him breaking, using the hand on your hip guiding you into more seamless movements.
“Like this, liebling,” he directs softly, “Grind down like that, mhm, give that little clit some love, yeah?”
You become increasingly breathless as you work yourself higher and higher under his expert guidance. He can feel your juices dripping down his wrist, the snug hold around his fingers growing even tighter with every little rut of your hips.
“You’re so precious,” he coos, feeling the way you clench up at the sound of his voice. Your body is so honest, telling him what you like without you having to say anything, “You’re going to cum, I can feel it. Be good and give it to me, yeah?”
You surge forward and desperately kiss him, one hand reaching down and gripping his wrist. It takes only a few more, desperate thrusts of your hips for you to topple over that edge. Your body trembles on his lap and you cry out in pleasure.
He moans alongside you, watching with rapt attention as you cum all over his fingers just like he told you to.
You slump against him as you come down and he pulls his hands out of your pants. He presses a kiss against your temple in silent praise, hands rubbing your back to soothe you through the aftershocks that run through your body.
You lean back and meet his gaze, an opportunity he takes to slip his cum-soaked fingers into his mouth. At that, you surge forward and kiss him, running your hands down his body to pull at the button of his jeans. He grunts into your mouth, brows furrowing at the release of pressure when you tug the zipper down.
You’re absolutely speechless when you finally pull his cock free. He watches in poorly concealed pride as you gawk at the length in your hand. You give him a slow and tedious tug, watching the foreskin roll over his head, forcing a bead of precum from the tip.
“You’re so…big,” you whisper breathlessly.
“I know,” he grunts, unable to hide the ebbs of pleasure you give him as you play with his cock.
“Cocky,” you tease softly, continuing with your soft touches.
“N-Not cocky,” he whispers, licking his suddenly dry hips, “Just aware of my size.”
You drop your eyes back down to his cock, hot and heavy in your hand. Your fingers don't even touch each other when wrapped around him. Precum drips from the tip, leaking down the side to meet your palm and aid in the movements.
He leans his head back against the couch, closing his eyes and furrowing his brows. It wasn’t often that he got to indulge in someone else’s hand. Your palm was so soft, much softer than his own, and delicate in your inexperience.
He reaches down with one his hands, wrapping around yours to make you squeeze tighter, “Just like that, little one, that’s how I like it.”
You could have drooled as he said it. His hand dwarfed yours and the sight made you clench around nothing, more slick leaking into your already ruined panties.
“Let me see you, liebling,” he whispers breathlessly, fingers hooking on the hem of your top.
You release his cock to lift your arms, letting him tug the fabric over your head. His hands are on your tits immediately, mouthing at your nipples without wasting a second.
“So pretty,” he coos with his mouth full, rolling his tongue over your nipple before nipping the bud with his lips.
He switches to the other one, wrapping his mouth around it, sucking sharply before pulling back, taking your nipple with him before releasing it with a pop. You watch with lidded eyes as he drools all over your tits. His cock flexes and twitches against your thigh as he plays with your tits.
Suddenly, with a firm grip on your waist, your whole world flips and you find yourself on your back on the couch with König on top of you. You lick your lips at the sight of his big, broad form hovering above you, caging you in as he leans down to kiss you again.
You sigh contentedly into his mouth, threading your fingers through his short, messy hair, using the grip to pin him against you. He lets you kiss him to your heart's content, only pulling back when you need air – a string of spit connecting your lips that breaks when he leans back between your thighs.
His fingers took into the band of your pants, tugging them down, taking your panties with them until you’re completely bared before him. He’s still completely clothed aside from his cock that rests against his abdomen, occasionally twitching as his eyes rake over your nude body.
“Tell me, liebling,” he says, strong hands running up the length of your thighs, “Has anyone ever eaten you out?”
You clumsily nod your head.
“Was it good?” he asks, biting back a smile when you shake your head.
“Guys always think it’s gross or something…” you whisper softly.
He hums softly, “That is because you’ve been messing with stupid little boys.”
“You gonna eat me out, König?” you ask him, biting your lip in a poorly concealed excited grin.
“Would you like me to?” as he asks, he slowly spreads your legs open. The position causes your folds to spread apart, opening you up for his greedy eyes.
You feel your breathing speed up as he kisses down your body, starting with your lips and ending right above your clit. You feel the little bud twitch in anticipation as he tongues the skin above it, giving you a sneak peek on what is so close to it.
“Tell me,” he says.
You whine, “Y-Yes, I want you to eat me out, König!”
He chuckles softly but doesn’t bother teasing you anymore. He meets your gaze and moves his tongue lower finally, sliding the flat of the muscle of your clit. You gasp and toss your head back into the cushions, eyes rolling back as he noisily slurps at your cunt.
“O-Oh god!” you wail, hiccuping out noises of pleasure that you can’t seem to quiet.
König is in heaven. It’s not every day that he gets the opportunity to eat such a pretty, inexperienced little cunt. Your reactions to everything are so strong and loud. Your pussy is loud too, squelching in the room, making an intoxicating melody with your moans. He moans against you, swallowing down everything your messy little pussy drools out for him.
“Th-That feels so good, König!” you sob, kicking your feet mindlessly against his back as he captures your clit in his mouth, suckling at the bud, “You’re so good, so good, oh god!”
Never in a million years did you think being eaten out could feel this good. The mindlessly, halfhearted licks and kisses you had received in the past did nothing to prepare you for what it felt like to really have a man’s tongue on you.
He pulls away suddenly, giving you a moment to actually breathe, “You taste so sweet, liebling.”
“König…” you whimper, looking up at him with lidded eyes, “Please, please don’t stop.”
You tug at his hair and attempt to pull his mouth back down on your pussy. You don’t care how pathetic and desperate it is, he has given you a taste of pleasure you’d never experienced before.
He has the audacity to laugh at you, brushing your hands away so he can sit up straight again. He scoots closer and you realize then that he is not planning to continue and it practically draws a sob out of you.
“We can focus on that another time, liebling,” he promises, making you clench around nothing, more slick dribbling out for him to see, “You are so messy, you know that? Never had someone make such a mess all over me before. You must really enjoy being eaten out, huh?”
You feel your face burn hot with shame at his words, shyly hiding your face away. He smiles softly at that, “Nothing to be ashamed of, liebling…I love it, I do.”
“Really?” you quiver out the question and he nods his head.
“Yes, little one,” he coos, “I’m glad that I can make it feel good for you.”
You practically feel hearts in your eyes as he says that. You don’t think you’ve ever had a man tell you that he actually cared and enjoyed your pleasure. That was the final nail in the coffin for you – you really should have been going after older men all this time.
He disrupts your thoughts by suddenly stripping his shirt off. Your mouth goes completely dry at the sight of his bared skin – firm muscle, hair speckled all over his torso, and numerous scars from untold stories of his time in the military. You take note of the faded tattoos that become visible on his pecs and biceps; you’d always noticed the tattoos on his arms but you’d never really been given the opportunity to look.
“You’re so handsome,” you whisper.
He pauses while ridding himself of his jeans and smiles, “Thank you, little one.”
When he’s completely bare to you, you slowly rake your eyes down the entirety of his newly exposed body. His cock hangs heavy under its own weight, glimmering at the tip with his precum. You’d never been with a guy who was uncut but the sight made you drool.
“Now, liebling,” he says suddenly, getting your attention. He scoots closer, spreading your legs as wide as he can before laying the hefty weight of his cock against your cunt. It’s hot and throbbing and your entire body trembles at the sight, “You have to understand something.”
“What..?” you ask, breathless and unable to look away from his cock.
“I am not like those little boys you were running around with,” he explains, hips slowly beginning to rut against you, length parting your folds and rubbing over your clit, drawing a sweet little moan from you, “I don’t stick my cock in a tight little cunt and blow my load, do you know what I’m saying?”
You shake your head, too lost in the sight and feeling of him practically fucking the outside of your pussy. He doesn’t stop the mind-numbing rolls of his hips, letting you get lost in the feeling of him stroking over your clit, saturating him in your cum.
“That means,” he sighs, reaching up to grip your throat, forcing you to look at him as he leaned over your body, sandwiching his cock between the two of you, “I don’t cum easily, liebling. I am a grown man, I will fuck you until you cannot cum anymore. Are you prepared for that?”
The fact this man was so confident in his abilities in bed has you clenching around nothing again. You were sure the guys you almost slept with would never have been able to have the pure confidence that came from König. He knew what he was doing – he knew how to make you cum and he was going to use that experience well. You knew his age played a factor in how long it would take him to cum and you couldn’t wait to experience it.
“I want it so bad, König,” you beg softly, “Please?”
“Very good,” he praised, “You’re so good for me.”
He finally gripped the base of his cock and you watched excitedly as he pressed the tip against your entrance. You reached down and wrapped your arms around your knees, pulling them back for him so he could comfortably begin pressing into you.
The stretch is beyond anything you’d ever felt before. You knew his cock was big but watching the bulbous tip press against you and slowly spread you wide open was something else entirely. It burned in a way that had you wincing, furrowed brows making your face pinch up, making König pause.
“It’s okay, little one,” he whispers, bringing a big thumb up to roll over your hard little clit, “Just relax for me, don’t clench up or it will hurt more.”
“I-It’s so big, König!” you wail helplessly, tearily staring up at him as he methodically works you open on his cock.
“I know,” he assures, still stroking your clit with the pad of his thumb, “But you can take it.”
You tearfully nod your head and do your best to relax your body, letting yourself sink into the couch.
“Good, liebling, very good,” he coos, “Just let me in, nice and slow. Doesn’t it feel nice? The little burn of being stretched open but the pleasure of having this pretty little clit played with? Just lay back and enjoy it, little one.”
He’s right, of course. The burn aches, yes, but the pain and pleasure mixes the more he rubs your clit. You clench around him, an involuntary reaction that causes the head of his cock to finally pop in. Your eyes widen as you watch your cunt swallow it and with a perfectly timed tap against your clit, your back arches and you’re cumming.
“O-Oh König!” you squeal, eyes rolling back into your head as you cum around the head of his cock and nothing else.
“Oh, that’s good,” he grins, “That’s perfect, little one.”
As you come down with a tremble in your thighs, you finally fix your gaze on him once again.His eyes are lidded and pupils are blown so wide you can’t even tell they’re blue anymore.
“That looked like a good one,” he comments almost flippantly before he rolls his hips forward, “Now you’re nice and ready for me.”
You choke on a gasp as he rolls his hips forward, fitting half of his cock inside your still spasming cunt. Your cum coats him in a slick sheen that aides in allowing him to pull back and slide back in, settling on fucking you on half his cock.
Your mouth falls open and you watch as a thick, milky ring forms around that fat middle part of his shaft, “M-More, König! Please!”
He knows you want all of him, want to know what it’s like to feel all of him stuffed deep inside you. But he knows you’re not quite ready for that yet, fucked out of your head from the intense orgasm he had just given you with ease.
“Not yet, liebling,” he coos, keeping his pace slow and steady, “Let’s work you open a little bit more, yeah?”
“No,” you whine, “Please, I want it all, König.”
“Aww, I know you do, little one,” he pants, already feeling dizzy from spearing you on his cock, “But I know what’s good for you, just listen to me and be good, okay?”
“Okay…” you pitifully whimper, sinking back into the couch.
You abandon your hold on your legs, letting them rest around his hips limply now. He continues moving like that, inching deeper and deeper into you with every thrust. Your cunt makes embarrassingly loud squishing noises the move he works his hips against you.
Before you know it, you’re watching with wide eyes and an open mouth as his pelvis presses against yours. Your eyes roll back in your head and your toes curl in pure pleasure as you finally experience the entirety of everything König has to offer.
You’re speared wide open and the head knocks against your cervix painfully but the little bit of pain only makes the pleasure that much sweeter.
“There we go, little one,” he coos sweetly, “I’m so proud of you, took all of my cock so well.”
He’s so big that he presses against every sweet little spot inside you without even trying. But, oh, his experience is crystal clear in the way he moves. He may be naturally gifted with a nice, fat cock but he knew how to use it.
Seamless, rhythmic thrusts had your brain going fuzzy before you even knew what was happening. You wouldn’t have been able to be quiet even if you wanted to. You knew you would be absolutely horrified to face your neighbors later because it would be impossible for them to not know you got fucked real good.
Suddenly, König leaned over you, resting one forearm above your head to hold his weight off of you. The position caused his pelvis against your clit every time he sunk balls deep. Sticky strings of your cum stuck to his skin but he didn’t seem to even notice how wet you were.
But, oh, he did. He was absolutely obsessed with the way you creamed and gushed around him. A nice, pliant little pussy that was more than eager to swallow every inch of his cock.
The change in position had you grappling onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you wailed into his shoulder. Every mind-numbing snap of his hips hit that gooey, tender spot inside you that had your entire body twitching from the pleasurable stimulation. Your nails bit into his back and he briefly thought about the prospect of his recruits seeing them.
“Are you going to cum for me?” he whispered in your ear, pressing a sweet kiss underneath your ear.
You nod your head, “Y-Yes! You’re gonna make me c-cum again, König!”
He chuckles under his breath, “I know I am, little one. I’m going to make you squirt.”
“C-Can’t,” you heave, twitchy legs kicking against his back.
“Yes, you can,” he assures, leaning away to sit up once again, “I can make you squirt, trust me.”
The whine you emit pitches into a squeal when he presses his palm against your lower stomach. You reached down in a panic to grab his wrist, not used to the strange feeling of him pressing down while he fucks you.
“W-Wait!” you wail.
“Wait for what?” he asks, but doesn’t slow even a bit in his movements.
“F-Feels weird!” you gasp, hiccuping as you squeeze his wrist.
“I know,” he grunts, brows furrowing at the feeling of you clenching around him, “It’s supposed to. Just lay back and let it happen, liebling. I’ve got you.”
Your whole body trembles and your jaw drops as you meet his gaze, a look of wonder crossing your face as you feel an orgasm like you’ve never felt before crash over your body. It’s long, drawn out and almost painful from how good it feels. You squeeze tight around him, your clit twitching and pulsing, completely untouched as he makes you squirt. It splashes against his abdomen and drips down his thighs.
“There we go,” he laughs, a sound that sends a flush of embarrassment to your face, “See? I told you you could do it.”
“König…” you slur, feeling as if you’ve been fucked completely braindead.
It finally dawned on you that you would never, ever be fucked by anyone as good as König has fucked you. The first cock you’ve ever been stuffed full of and he made you squirt with terrifying ease. You were completely ruined, no dick would ever be able to compare to his.
He sees the way your gaze turns completely enamored, looking at him like he hung the moon and stars. He grins, sharp canines poking out as he leans down again, kissing your temple.
“What is it, baby?” he coos, “Dick so good it’s got you in love?”
You keen at the pure condescension that drips from his voice. But he’s not wrong, you can practically feel the hearts in your eyes as you gaze up at him.
You have no idea how long you’ve been pinned beneath him, speared open on his cock while he fucks you absolutely stupid. You notice the change in him quite suddenly. His deep, concentrated thrust changed into something less calculated, messy almost. He loses his rhythm and falters in his pace.
“I’m going to cum, liebling,” he grunts, tone pitchy and gruff, “Where do you want it?”
“Inside!” you immediately cry, not missing a beat. He sees your eyes light up at the prospect of being filled up completely by his cum. You’re so sure it’s going to be a lot, you want to feel it drip out of you as a reminder that he had claimed you.
“Is it safe?” he huffs, but you can feel his cock twitch inside you at the idea of cumming inside you.
You desperately nod your head and he allows himself to fall over that edge. He teeters on his knees before collapsing with his hands on either side of your head. He no longer tries to thrust, settling for desperate, deep grinds that stirs his cock within your walls. Your eyes roll back in your head at the feeling, another orgasm washing over you before you even realize you’re that close.
“Oh, fuck,” König gasps, voice breaking as your orgasm sends him over the edge.
You’re panting and whimpering, trembling as you feel the heat of his load filling you up. His cock twitches with every spurt of cum. It’s the best orgasm he’s had in a long time, his balls throbbing with every pump of cum his cock spits out.
It oozes from around the tight seal you have around him, dripping onto the couch. He’s trembling by the time the intense orgasm comes to an end. He opened his eyes, not even realizing he had closed them, to see you sleepily staring up at him with a dazed smile on your lips.
“Mein Gott…” he huffs out, lowering his body to press his lips against yours sweetly, “That was incredible, liebling.”
You beam under his praise and wrap your arms around his neck, “It was, wasn’t it?”
He chuckles and strokes his thumb against your cheek, “Let’s get cleaned up, yeah?”
“Sounds good,” you agree.
The care he gives you afterwards is like nothing you’ve ever experienced. He wipes your body down gently, careful not to rub your skin too hard. He stands with you in the shower, towering over you as he lathers your exhausted body with soap.
“Can we do that again sometime?” You ask softly when he crawls into bed beside you – which you were shocked about, but didn’t complain.
He raises a brow and chuckles, “Yes, liebling. But not right now, I could not go another round so soon.”
You giggle and snuggle into his broad chest, practically preening when he wraps you up snug against him. You sigh softly and speak up again, “Can we…still go on that date..?”
He’s quiet for a moment before you feel a kiss on the top of your head, “Of course, liebling. I would love to.”
You smile to yourself and close your eyes, content to fall asleep wrapped up in his arms. The last thing you feel before you succumb to sleep is another soft kiss against your head. You realize, sleepily, that you’ve never felt more cared for by a man in your life.
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König Headcanons (SFW & NSFW)
SFW
• Konig is so nervous around you, even after you two have an established relationship he can’t help but feel shy and bashful when you say sweet things to him
• Since he has a lot of social anxiety, PDA is nearly impossible for him- not that he doesn’t want to, but because it would make him explode. He would never be ashamed of knowing you two were together, he doesn’t want to make you feel like a secret. So he will opt for hand holding (more like you holding two of his fingers cause that man is a GIANT)
• Speaking of the height, no matter if you’re 5’0 or 6’4 you will always be so small to him. His favorite pet name to call you is maus (mouse). Any other pet name he has for you always starts with ‘little’. So “little angel”, “little doll”, “little baby”, or “little lover” if he’s feeling extra romantic. And when he puts “my” in front of it? It’s like a fountain down there.
“Konig!” You yelled excitedly, running down the corridor. It had been weeks since you last saw him after he went on a mission. Even when he was in full gear and mask, you thought he was the most handsome. “Maus!” He exhaled excitedly, a sigh of relief washed over him. The tall man quickly picked you up, resting his head on you as his shoulders finally relaxed, his whole body felt like it was about to uncoil. “I missed you so much Konig.” You whispered, gently kissing his head (helmet really). “I missed you too mein kleiner Engel.” (My little angel)
• So this man is like, what? 6’7-6’10? An absolute mountain of a man. Everyone knows he’s already an absolute sweetheart, but when you guys are cuddling? Tooth rotting sweetness. His favorite position is to just lay on top of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and just listening to your heart as you gently play with his hair or rub his shoulders. If you want to be the little spoon? You will be practically cocooned in his arms. You want to be the big spoon? Internally he’d find it funny, but really when he feels your warmth on his back and your arms around him, he’s never felt safer, or so loved.
• His drive and motivation is always to make you feel as loved and safe and you do to him. He wants to keep you safe, he wants to make you feel so loved that there’s never a day where you doubt his love and loyalty to you. He cherishes every laugh and smile he shares with you. He wishes he could take a photo with you on missions and put it on his gun like they did during WWI and WWII- but he knows that would put you in danger. So instead he daydreams when he can, wishing you were in his arms safe and sound.
NSFW
• Technically if we want to give him a label, he’s a switch. Really he just wants to please you. Your pleasure is what gets him off. If you want to dominate and use him? Baby he’s already begging. If you want him to manhandle and fuck you stupid? His hand is already around your throat. No matter what it is (within reason) he just wants to see you enjoy yourself. Knowing that he is the reason you’re coming undone and feeling good already makes him horny beyond belief.
• He was a virgin when you two met, so when he was finally ready to lose his virginity to you, he was a stuttering and bashful mess.
“M-My…My love?” He asked, looking up with worry in his eyes. You were currently straddling his waist, both of you only in your undergarments. Your hands were on his shoulders as you gently rocked your hips over his hard on. “Yes?” You asked lowly, leaning down and giving him a quick kiss on the nose. “Will I fit? N-Not that I think you can’t! Scheiße..I just..I don’t want to hurt you.” He was giving you puppy dog eyes. And honestly it was the cutest thing, you’d already given him a blowjob before, he’s seen and eaten you between your legs, but he was still afraid of not making you feel good. You appreciated it too, after all he was insanely huge, and everything was proportional. Everything. So his worry wasn’t too out of the question. “My poor baby,” you cooed, brushing your hand on his cheek; immediately taking your panties to the side, also sliding his boxers down after and rubbed your bare and wet lower half on his hard on. König let out a deep and guttural moan, leaning his head back slightly, already losing his mind. “You..mein gott..doll you feel..you feel so good- gott oh mein gott you’re so pretty. Need you, need you bad please baby. Feels so good..oh yes so so good.”
• He’s still just as whiny and begs just as much when he bottoms, always getting drunk on pleasure, and he will ramble about how pretty you are, how good you feel etc. unless you gag him. For as socially anxious as he is, he is quite the talker in bed.
• When König is the one in charge that night, first he will always ask you if there’s anything you want to avoid, anywhere he should not touch or anything he should avoid saying. He is quite literally at your command. He’ll go over the safe word a lot before getting into it. Personally, he loves the size difference between you too- especially when he’s in charge. Handling you like a ragdoll, moving you around how he pleases and pounding you to his heart’s desire is a personal guilty pleasure of his. He always starts off on the more gentle side, but if you tell him to be rough; trust he will be.
“Oh little maus, where do you think you’re going?” König asks, grabbing you behind the knee and dragging you back to him. You already came twice that night and you were starting to lose it. A harsh slap on your ass was delivered, followed by a hand tightly gripping your hair in a makeshift bun. His other hand with a vice like grip on your hip; face down ass up, just how he likes it. The tall man then resumed his assault on your body, fucking into your hole like he hated you. But the love bites all over your body said otherwise, some were light and looked like they were made with tender care; others like the few on your neck and chest were already turning red and purple, clear indents of teeth marked up all over. Quickly both of his hands were on either side of your face, his body leaning down and felt like he was going to crush you. The problem was though, you couldn’t see. The entire session you brought up the idea of a blindfold, and König is here to deliver. “Are you losing your mind yet, little maus? Can you speak for me?” He teased, his thrusts becoming slower but a lot harder. “Ah…Ah..m-more..” you moaned out softly. “Please..oh fuck..please more.” You felt both hands leave your face, now planted on your hips. “As you wish mein kleines Luder” (my little minx)
• Right after you guys are done though he smothers you in kisses and asks with a huge blush on his face, “did I make you feel good, doll? D-Did I…did I do good..too?” He just wants to be whatever you need, and he wants to be the reason you’re so sweaty and sore, because he loves you, and he wants you to feel loved too.
König NSFW Blurb
18+ Minors DNI!! Contains sexual content
CW: fingering, overstim, oral, gender neutral terms, non descriptive lower regions, begging, König is pleasure drunk (just how I like him)
Desperate moans, delirious deep grunts and hums and the tussling of sheets could be heard outside the door, the room that you and König shared. Inside the room, you laid on your back with a pillow between you and the wrinkled bedsheets to lift your lower half just enough to be devoured. In between your spread legs was the mountain of a man himself, wearing a plain black balaclava instead of his usual loose mask. The balaclava was lifted over his nose, giving his mouth free roam over your sensitive lower half.
Your hand gripped the back of his mask, shaky breathes and quiet moans leaving your swollen from kisses lips. Fresh hickeys and bite marks decorating both you and your boyfriend, showing the love making not so far in the past. König’s hands wrapped over your thighs to keep them open, placing the occasional loving kiss and soft love bite. With the noises your boyfriend was making, you’d think he was the one being pleasured tonight; but to König, your pleasure is his, even egging him on as to gently rock his own hips from how pleasure drunk he as getting.
An orgasm soon ripped through your body, your legs trying to close but failed as your boyfriend continued to hold them open, licking and cleaning your juices up like a starved man. He gave you a moment, then took one of his hands, gently rubbing your extra sensitive spot in circled with his middle and pointer finger. The giant man looked up at you with pleading puppy dog eyes, drool and juices dripping down the lower half of his face, completely breathless he says, “Please, please maus…one more time for me? Please just one? So köstlich(so delicious) I..I can’t get enough.” He then inserted the two fingers inside your hole, licking you up once more while he spoke, making your moans higher pitched and breathes more broken. “I need one more mein engel(my angel)..please? Please? Please baby can I please? One more I promise I’ll make you f..feel…scheiße..feel so good, just let me, please? Maus?”
Poly Ghost & König x reader Headcanons
I’m a whore for both of these men so why not have them both at the same time
CW: nsfw headcanons below
Minors DNI
Also this isn’t proofread but I’ll probably proofread it later tho
SFW
Both of these men are usually gone together out on missions, but sometimes they are put on different missions so you can have one home while the other is gone sometimes.
When both of these men are gone on the same mission, they both talk about you in passing, wondering what you are doing, if you’re safe and alright, and how much they miss you.
One time after a mission, they were at a bar very close to their base, celebrating not only the successful mission but also the fact they were going to be on their way home back to you. The giant men were both drunk enough to slightly sway when they sat still, slurring their words. That’s when König had an idea.
König held out his military issued phone, looking down at the screen. The good thing about those phones was that neither the caller or the receiver’s location could be traced, so most soldiers used the phones to make important phone calls home after or before missions to check in with loved ones.
“I want to call them,” König slurred, groaning as he leaned his head back, an exasperated sigh leaving his mouth. “They’re probably…asleep.” Ghost argued, downing the last of his beer and setting it down on the table. Ghost looked at the other man lovingly, he wanted to call you too, he missed your voice, but he knew with the time zone difference you were probably deep in sleep.
König groaned again, looking back down at the phone screen, your number on the screen ready to be called. The Austrian placed the phone screen up on the table, rubbing his face before sighing again, “f..hic..fine.” He wasn’t looking as his hand lowered to pick up the phone, both men looked down at the phone once they heard a ringing noise. Looking down, they saw König’s pointer finger directly on the call button, realizing they were calling you.
Ghost rubbed the bridge of his nose, not expecting you to pick up. But he quickly leaned closer to the phone when he heard a groggy, “hello? Who is this?” It was you. König smiled under his mask, smiling as he spoke. “H..Hi maus! We miss you so much!” Ghost gently grabbed the phone from König, speaking gently into it, you could tell both men were drunk. “Sorry..sorry doll,” Ghost began, slurring a little, “we didn’t mean to, but god we miss you.”
König leaned over the table to also speak closer to the phone, “we’re coming home s..s..soon!” Ghost smiled and rubbed the other man’s upper arm. “Go back to sleep dolly, you’ll see..hic…see us very soon.” You chuckled over the line, so happy to hear your lovers over the phone. Truth be told you didn’t care that they woke you up, you were content with finally hearing back from them. “I miss you two so much,” you confessed, “you didn’t forget about me while you’ve been out, have you?” You teased, wanting to egg them on a little.
“Of course not!” König exclaimed, “we..we talk about you all the..hic..all the time!” Ghost rubbed the other man’s arm again, trying to calm him down. “Of course not pretty..could..could never forget you.” Hearing that over the phone made you want to tear up, hearing that almost made you well up on the spot. “Alright, well, you two get some rest ok? I’ll see you back home very soon,” you sighed, stretching before you said, “I love you two very much. Come back home to me, ok?” “Love you..love you so much maus!” König began, quickly grabbing and kissing the phone screen before it was grabbed back by ghost, “Love you so much doll, we’ll always come back to you. Always.”
They’re absolutely smitten over you. Clearly.
When they do come back home, immediately it’s a mess of desperate hugs and smothering kisses, words of affirmation hung in the air. “Missed you”, “needed you,” “love you so much” and many more.
Because both of these men are so large, you’re almost always in the middle when it comes to cuddling or sleeping. Usually when it comes to watching movies and cuddling on the couch, your head is usually on König’s lap and the rest of your body on Ghost’s lap.
When it comes to sleeping, being in the middle is the most convenient. Giant arms wrapped around you and each other, not squishing you but keeping you and each other close enough where it felt like you were surrounded by literal blankets of security.
When you three go out in public together, some people assume you’re some popular celebrity, considering two 6+ feet masked men were either behind or next to you, holding your shopping bags, groceries, or simply just there. Nobody ever bothers you.
If they do step away from you and find out someone hit on you, catcalled, or made a rather inappropriate remark to you? They aren’t above taking that individual to a nearby ally and giving them a lesson on manners. As much as they love you, and as gentle and loving as they are to you, they are still very cold soldiers, and some things are just instinct or what they view as truly deserved consequences, even if they are a little violent.
There isn’t anything they won’t do for you. There isn’t anyone they won’t get rid of for you. All they want is your happiness, you showed these two men that they are deserving of something good, something forgiving and soft, you showed them that they can experience romance and compassion. And in return, they want to make you feel safe, happy, and loved. Always.
NSFW
Like my previous König hc, his pleasure is his partner(s) pleasure. If you guys are feeling good, so is he.
Ghost is sort of the same way, but he’s noticeably a bit more dominant. Poor boy has been through so much, so feeling like he has a little control when it comes to your and König’s pleasure makes him feel good.
Sometimes one will just watch as you and the other make love, and sometimes there is no power dynamic, just pure love making between you three. Desperate moans, sighs and fleeting touches. Deep groans, grabbing, and rubbing. Sometimes all three of you are so desperate you just need to feel each other.
When there is a power dynamic though, it switches. Sometimes (more often) Ghost assumes the role as the dominant one. Again, being in control is something that is comforting considering his past.
“C’mon doll, you can take it, right?” Ghost teased, holding your head down on his shaft, your nose brushing against his stomach; he groaned when he looked down and saw your glossy eyes looking back up at him. He pulled you off by your hair, then shoving your mouth down on König’s shaft not giving you a second to breathe. König’s hips twitched and shakily thrusted himself in your mouth, making you gag around him. The tall Austrian whined and looked down at you with love, then turning to look at the other masked man in the room. “S..Simon,” he began sheepishly, “I can’t hold..oh Scheiße..it’s been..half an hour.”
Ghost looked back down at you, letting go of your hair and then said, “go on. You can do it yourself, can’t you pretty?” Making you nod, placing your hands on König’s thighs and began to suck him off at your own pace. Ghost then started to jerk himself, taking his other hand and grabbed the back of König’s neck, making eye contact with the other man as he spoke, “you can cum whenever you want to, you can shoot as many loads down their throat as you want. But we don’t..oh shit..we don’t stop till I say so.” Both men’s breathes were getting heavier, Ghost now moving König’s head to look down at you.
“Look at them,” Ghost began, seeing König’s hand gently rub your head and cheek lovingly, holding himself back from grabbing your hair. “Don’t they look so..yeah..so pretty? Aren’t they so good? Yeah? Tell them how good their mouth makes you..fuck..makes you feel.” Ghost demanded, jerking himself off faster as he watched you make König twitch and lose his mind. It was going to be a long night.
If you ask nicely, both these men will take you the way you like. Taking and pounding every hole you have, unloading everything inside of you, no matter where, but always and only inside.
König will always be the more gentle one, but when he knows you want both the men do me more dominant, he will rough you up a little too.
Load moans and multi paced wet slapping could be heard in your shared room. Inside you were sandwiched between two tall and muscular men. Your legs in the air while two different pairs of arms held you up, König’s lips on the back of your neck and head, moaning and whispering in your ear. “Doing so good for me baby, you…oh yeah…can take a little more can’t you? Mein perfekter kleiner Engel? (My perfect little angel)Can’t..can’t you? Scheiße..know you can I know you can.” A hand wrapped around your throat gently, not enough to completely choke you out but enough to make you a little dizzy. “Take it mein kleines luder (my little minx), so..yeah just like..like that- so proud of you.”
König was definitely more vocal when he was the one dominating, he wanted it to be made clear in your cock drunk mind that even though he was in charge, he still wanted you to feel good. Ghost on the other hand, was just focused on leaving dark red love bites all over your body and König. All over your neck, shoulders, and chest was absolutely littered in bites and kisses. Deep crescent indents were marked into the meat of your thighs, deep and fast rhythmic thrusting taking place in between your thighs. You could tell both men were close the less rhythmic they started to get, you could also tell because Ghost was getting a little focal.
“You can take it, right doll? How many times have we unloaded in you, huh?” Ghost asked, but he knew you were too far gone to answer. “Take it, take it like the good toy you are for us.” Your moans quickly got louder, your thighs shaking as the men thrusted quicker and harder; followed by both men groaning and twitching inside you, both men leaning on you and each other as they breathed heavily, quiet “good job”, “so pretty”, “proud of you”s whispered in your ear, kissing you oh so softly.
Ghost took himself out of you, König then placing you on the bed as Ghost went to grab a warm towers for you. Both men never stopped telling you how amazing you are, how much they love you, how important you are to them. No matter how rough they are with you, no matter how long they are gone on missions, no matter how many problems arise, they will always, always love you. They will always do anything to make you happy. You have showed these mens what true unfiltered love is, and there is nothing they won’t do to make sure you are secure, safe, and loved by them.
Hi loves! Hope you enjoyed! There’s probably a few typos- sorry! Recently got my nails done so typing is a bit hard atm. I really hope you guys like this idea though of poly ghost and könig <3 lmk if you ever want to see this again!!!
Coz of that polyam ghost x reader x könig headcanons this meme is all i could think of
100% accurate
König begging for reader, basically a continuation of the fic you wrote of him eating reader out pls
König NSFW Blurb continuation
Hi loves! Thank you so much anon for your request! You guys absolutely loved the original post, so I hope I don’t disappoint
CW: sexual situation, König being desperate for you, overstimulation, begging, degradation, cum inside (wrap before you tap!), König is a switch, reader is a switch, dom König, choking, (I hope I could describe the positions good enough), aftercare!! For both you and König, reader being written with AFAB body in mind, but gender neutral pronouns used
MINORS DNI
(The gif is def König under the mask)
“I need one more mein Engel (my angel)..please? Please? Please baby can I please? One more I promise I’ll make you f..feel…scheiße..feel so good, just let me, please? Maus?” (Mouse).” König continued to finger your hole, standing up more, his grip on your legs then causing you to slowly be almost held upside down, as much as you whined and shook, his grip kept you right where he wanted you to be. From your position, you could feel his hard on against your back, finding it unfair in your pleasure drunk mind that he still had his pants on. As you felt your orgasm slowly approach, you moved slowly to the side, feeling blood rush to your head from being held almost upside down. With some new wiggle room from moving to the side, you moved your arm behind yourself more comfortably and rubbed his shaft over his pants.
You could not only hear, but could physically feel him shudder from your touch, the new found pleasure making the tall man feel more need to have you. Soon your went from rubbing over his pants, to sliding your hands and moving his pants and boxers out of the way, with a little of König’s help. In the middle of jerking König off, your orgasm came and rocked you off your rhythm, feeling white hot pleasure.
König gently placed you down on the bed, rubbing your abdomen tenderly. “How..how are you? Love?” He asked, placing kisses all over the lower half of your body. You let out a deep sigh, feeling like you hadn’t taken a proper breath in a while. You lifted your hands, placing them on the side of König’s head and coaxed him closer to your own. Your eyes were blown out with lust, mouth agape and still panting, dried tears staining your red and puffy cheeks. “Give me more, love? Can you? For me?” You asked. Your gentle tone was sweet to König, but your request went straight to his dick.
He placed a loving kiss on your lips, looking down at you with such love and admiration in his eyes. “Anything..anything for meine kleine maus (my little mouse).” He then started to place gentle kisses all over your face and jaw, then taking his attention between your legs again. He kneeled down, his thighs between your own to keep them separated, he then grabbed your hips and pulled them towards himself. He rubbed gentle circles on your hips, getting lost in his thoughts.
You noticed he was only rubbing your hips, which made you look up and ask if he was ok. König snapped out of his thoughts and apologized, “Es tut mir leid (I’m sorry) my love..” he paused for a moment, a blush creeping up on his face. “You just look..so divine right now.” He looked away bashfully, before he took a more sturdy grip on both your hips, slowly inserting himself into you.
He leaned back down, his nose brushing against yours and you both let out a content sigh. You wrapped your arms around his neck and placed kisses all over his jaw, biting and nipping at his neck. Your hungry assault on his neck made König’s hips stutter, he was trying to be gentle and loving with you, but, “careful love..I’m trying to be gentle..please?” You chuckle mischievously, whispering in his ear, “love it when you beg handsome.”
König’s pace quickly picked up, his grunting and heavy breathing tickling your ear, your lips all over his face and neck. You wrapped your legs around his waist soon after, your moans picking up also as you both got lost in pleasure. König lifted himself up and away from your face, his forearms on either side of your face. “Can I? Please? I need..schieße..need to..please? Need you bad..need you now..so good.” You knew was he was asking, König always preferred to cum inside you. It didn’t matter if you could or couldn’t get pregnant, that’s not why he did it. He did it because he loved to feel you spasm around him, to watch it leak out of you just so he could push it back in. It was something that pleases the secret possessive side of him that he hides. You knew you could get more of his sweet begs out of him, and you definitely felt a little mean today.
You placed your hand on his abdomen, and he immediately obeyed and stopped pounding into you. He let out a very shaky breath, furrowing his eyebrows and looking down at you with needy eyes. “If you need it that bad,” you started, rubbing your thumb over his bottom lip, making him look like he was actually pouting, “you can beg better than that.” König looked up at the ceiling, sweat dripping down his chest, he then looked back down at you, one of his hands threatening to wrap around your throat from how close he was, and how frustrated he is.
“Please darling..I..Ich k..komme gleich.. (I’m about to come), fuck I can’t..” you could see he was losing it, his hips kept stuttering, you could appreciate how loyal he was to following your needs and wants, but he could only take so much before he cracked. “I..I can’t..m’ sorry..m’ so sorry. Want to..Want to please you, I do. B..But..” König leaned down, you could tell there was a sudden shift in his demeanor when he placed his lips right next to your ear, “If you want me that bad, you’ll have to beg me to slow down..Schlampe.” (Slut.)
You were then taken by surprise as his right hand came and placed itself on your throat, squeezing just enough to make your brain fuzzy, but you welcomed every part of König’s new mood. He was probably just so desperate to cum he felt he needed to take control, and both you and him still enjoyed this just as much. König looked down and where you two connected, feeling his orgasm getting closer as yours did at well. He placed his other hand on your most sensitive area between your legs and rubbed just enough to rip an orgasm right out of you.
“Halt Still.” (Hold still) He demanded, gripping your throat tighter, his thrusts inside of you fast and deep, you were sure there was going to be bruises on your inner thighs and his pelvis the way he was pounding into you. You were left limp but stiff underneath him, at this point being used as his own personal toy, his own cumdump. “Das maschst du gut.” (You’re doing well.) He praised, his hand on your throat then traveling up and gripping either side of your face, making your lips pucker. König sank down and kissed you once again, with just as much love but a little more passion.
The man let out a very guttural moan and leaned away from your mouth, now wrapping his arms around your shoulders and nuzzling his face in your neck, he was so deeply enamored in pleasure that he could not think in English, there was so much he wanted to say in that moment, how good you felt, how much he loved you, how he actually liked holding your neck in his hands, but he himself was getting extremely pleasure drunk as he used your hole for his own pleasure.
“Ich will in dir kommen.” (I want to come inside you) “P..P..Please?” You knew what he was asking, few times he’s gotten this lost, but you could piece it together. Too tired to speak, you nodded at him. Immediately his thrusts got sloppy, quick but with no rhythm. “Ich..Ich komme…mein Liebe (I’m..I’m cumming…my love) ..oh!-“ His hips stopped snapping against you as a breathless gasp escaped him, his load filling you to the brim, you could feel some leak out of your hole and onto your inner thighs.
König thrusted a few more times, much more gently before he finally stilled, collapsing on top of you for a minute before he got up again. The tall man looked down at you exhausted, rubbing your cheek and placing a kiss on your forehead. He then sat up and took himself out of you, his eyes widening as he saw your inner thighs, angry love bites dancing along your skin, along with your entire inner thighs also being red from his thrusting.
Without another word, he put his boxers back on, rushing into the bathroom and coming back with a warm semi wet wash cloth, with a cold one as well. He placed the cold wash cloth onto your forehead since you looked so hot and sweaty. He took care of the mess he made in between your thighs. Once he was context, he placed the warm cloth in the dirty clothes before he came back to your side on the bed.
König gently picked you up bridal style, taking you to the bathroom so you could use the bathroom. (Pee after sex guys!) Once you were done, he took you back to the bedroom, placing you back on the bed as he finally spoke. “I’m..I’m so sorry for being rough mein Liebe. (My love) Did I hurt you? Are you..oh gott..are..are you upset at me?” He asked, going into his closet and coming back with a clean pear of cotton underwear and one of his shirts. He learned that after you two make love, you find it more comfortable to wear his clothes as it’s easier to breathe and regulate your temperature in them; also it smelled like him so win win.
“Oh no love, of course I’m not upset at you! Come here handsome,” you motioned for him to come to the bed, as he sat you pushed him down onto the pillows where you once were, you laid your head on his shoulder, one of your hands going into his hair. “I’d never be upset at you, plus I like it when you take the lead sometimes.” You confessed with a chuckle, making König look away in embarrassment again. “Seeing you feel good makes me feel good pretty boy,” you leaned up and kissed his cheek. “I..I like seeing you feel good too,” he murmured, “makes me feel good..t..too.”
König sat up and held you, mumbling about how pretty he thinks you are, and how much he loves you. “Do anything for you pretty..anything for mein kleiner Engel…(my little angel)love you..love you so much.”
Hi so I wrote this while super tired, so if there are errors I’ll probably fix them in a few hours- hope you König fiends had your fix- my requests are open!