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cw: rape/non-con, kidnapping. 🌽🌾

farmer-könig who gets pent up on the field after working long hours, especially with a pretty little thing like yourself stumbling across his land. farmer-könig who doesn't appreciate when uninvited guests come running into his land unexpectedly, only to get screamed at to leave. he doesn't like socialising, that's pretty obvious, especially with how riled up and tense he is around others.

although, instead of aiming a shotgun at you to threaten your life and intimidate you off of his grass, he finds himself heartless as he pushes you down into the grass, where he's able to slide into your cunt repeatedly while you choke out a weak apology through tears and pained whimpers.

“godverdammt- should’ve thought twice about coming onto my land, maus.”

perhaps he'll even keep you to himself, chained away in his little warm house, made to benefit and pleasure him.

Hear me out on doctor!Konig with innocent!reader. He has your legs spread open for him with your glistening cunny revealed for him. You're unaware of the sick things your doctor is doing to your sweet little pussy with that curtain draped over you. Why is the vaginal probe so big? Oh don't worry schatz.. He's just making sure he reaches deeper with his thick meaty cock !! Ignore the camera behind the curtain.. It's just for your own good, not for his own sick pleasures !! 🫧

Doctor’s Appointment

Pairing: Gyno!König x patient!reader

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, medical malpractice, gyno!König, unprotected sex?, size kink, stretching, fingering, tell me if I missed any. wc: 907

You can’t even remember how you got here int he first place: laying back in nothing but a hospital robe and your legs spread open on a stirrup with your doctor probing between them. You couldn’t see anything happening to you, depending on your sense of touch to navigate you through this stressful moment. Your blindness of your situation had also made you much more sensitive than you ever were, something about being deprived of a sense made you dependent on another. In this situation, neither smell nor hearing could help you, leaving you desolately helpless to every and any fleeting touch of air and hands. 

Your doctor wasn’t what you were expecting either, a big and lumbering man whose face was hidden behind a shroud of black cloth. He was imposing with his big arms and even bigger hands and his deep growl of a voice, but he was soft-spoken, gentle and careful with his wording —conscious of everything he told you. The dichotomy between the way he carried himself and his person was mind-numbing, it made your stomach warm, burning hotly despite you not feeling any pain. He was confusing as much as he was surprisingly approachable to you, very accommodating to your timidity and anxiety. 

“This might feel cold,” König warned you, his low rumble soothing to your strained nerves, “Relax, and tell me if it burned.”

You bit down a yelp when he smeared something cool over your folds, fingers trailing over your slit and stretching your lips apart to give himself a better view of what he had to work on. You heard him hum, two fingers circling your little cunt, prodding gently to get a feel of how tight you were (that was the reason you came to him in the first place, to get your tightness fixed and an explanation). With a reassuring word from him, he pushed a finger in, his thick and round finger curling and rubbing the warming lube all over your walls. You tensed, the walls of your pussy clenching down on his prodding digit, bending easily to his stretching despite the tightness of it. 

Within seconds, he had a second finger in, curling both into a spongy spot of your cunt that had your toes curling and teeth digging down on your lips to muffle any mewls and moans you’d embarrass yourself by letting out. König had deemed you relaxed enough to start spreading his fingers apart, the entrance of your cunt opening up steadily at his ministrations. It had you biting back a strained groan, but when he shoved a third one in, punching into a soft and sensitive spot, he’d forced out a yelp.

“Sensitive, yes,” he all but chuckled, the loud squelch of your cunt turning your ears a burning red and body hot, “Tight too, I see what the issue is, Kleine.” [little one]

You were lost to the throes of pleasure, the one he had drowned you with, feeling a fourth finger curl in before his hand vanished, leaving you feel edged and empty. You were whining, hips rutting needing against the wet sheet as best as you could with your legs hanging from he stirrup. 

“You have not been treated with care,” you watched him loom over your squirming figure, sleeves rolled over his beefy forearms, crystal blue eyes staring down at you from under his hood and the burning touch of something thick and fleshy nudging at your drooling hole, “I will show you how.”

With a small cant of his hips, the round head of his cock breached you, the rest of him slowly and gently followed. It laid thick and heavy and warm inside of your cunt, the girth of him felt too big to be fathomable for someone who hadn’t been able to take anything but two of your small fingers. You let out a long moan, cunt gripping him in a vice that had him groaning and shuddering, his cock throbbing with every caring push and pull. He made you lament the years of unfulfilled pleasure. If only you knew that having a cock inside you felt so amazing.

***

“Amazing performance!” the director clapped his hands, motioning to the whole set in wonder and appreciation, “Perfection as always, you two are the best of the best.”

You smiled charmingly at him, nodding at the cup of cool water your manager had brought you. You were still in your hospital robe, feeling your co-actor’s warm cum roll down your inner thigh after he’d fucked it so deep in your womb. Your knees felt weak, legs shaking even with König’s steady arm around your waist, supporting you after your steamy filming. 

Unlike you, he scratched the back of his neck, his nape flushing a bright red, form the tip of his ears and the cheeks that peaked out from under his mask, the black cloth accentuating his red blush. You’d known him for as long as you started in this industry, he was your first step into fame and big casting, and your friend. He was also a really good fuck, knowledgable, generous and big. 

“Thanks buddy,” you nudged your cup towards him, but he shook his head, “Drinks at mine?”

“I’ll drive you home, nh?” His eyes held something dark, a promise in the depths of them —didn’t he have enough? 

“Of course,” all you could do was chuckle. 

Your friend was insatiable.

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