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Living Legend 𝜗ৎ König

Kinktober Day VIII: Belly Bulge

summary: sugar daddy könig gives you the best fuck of your entire life tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, author tries really hard at accents, p in v, rough fucking, dom!könig, sub!reader, a little toxicity, fingering, cunnilingus, pet names, sugardaddy!könig, age gap, old weird man!könig wc: 3k a/n: i know people usually write this guy as submissive but i lowkey think he’d be kinda mean

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As you approached the door, the evening air turned brisk, and a sudden gust of chilly wind tousled your carefully styled hair. You raised your hand and knocked three times, feeling the resistance of the wood beneath your knuckles before stepping back. Standing motionless, you hugged your sweater tightly around your body, trying to shield yourself from the biting cold.

Standing in front of the apartment, you could hear distinct noises from within. Heavy, deliberate footsteps reverberated through the door, accompanied by German cursing muffled behind the barrier separating you and the inside.

The distinct sound of metal locks clicking undone reverberated through the hallway, signaling the impending opening of the door. As the door swung open, it revealed an older man with shaggy auburn locks that fell untamed around his weathered face. His piercing, icy blue eyes seemed to bore into you with a sense of scrutiny and intensity. Thin, tightly pressed lips adorned his face, and a noticeable scar ran up and down from the corner of his mouth, adding an enigmatic aura to his rugged appearance.

“Süße, you are here.” He announced, having to bend forward, hunching his shoulders and ducking his head to seem less intimidating. He shot you a shy smile before ushering you inside.

Upon entering, you were greeted by a spacious yet cozy apartment that exuded an air of minimalistic comfort. The dim lighting accentuated the wooden furniture and the walls adorned with memorabilia from König's military service, each item telling its own story. He guided you towards the plush couch in the living room, his large hands gently grazing your waist. As you settled onto the soft cushions, he moved towards the bar, pouring two glasses of amber liquid from a decanter. The clinking sound of ice cubes echoed through the room as he prepared your drink. His movements were precise, almost mechanical, reminiscent of a well-oiled machine honed by years of experience.

Turning back to face you, he extended one of the glasses, his broad frame casting a long shadow on the floor. "Here, zis vill help us both relax," he said gently, the harshness of his German accent softened by his attempt at tenderness. He sat next to you, close enough to feel his body heat radiating through the air but not too close as to invade your personal space. His gaze lingered on your face for a moment before he took a sip of his drink, studying your features intently.

Breaking the silence, he asked, "How vas your day, Süße?" His voice rumbled like distant thunder, yet carried a hint of concern.

That wasn't your name, but you figured it must've been some German pet name, not that you minded. You noticed that, despite his slightly unusual accent, there was something oddly captivating about it, especially when paired with the distinct sharpness of his voice.

You found yourself lost in thought as you peered into the crystal-clear glass, mesmerized by how the ice cubes slowly dissolved into the rich, golden-brown liquid. Raising the glass to your lips, you savored the aroma before taking a slow, deliberate sip. The warmth of the drink spreads through your body, leaving a lingering sensation on your palate. You paused to appreciate the complex flavors dancing on your tongue before gently licking the remnants from the corner of your mouth.

“It wasn't too bad,” you answered after swallowing, peering up into Königs unblinking gaze. “I was looking forward to seeing you,” you smiled, resting your hand on his knee.

You had met König on several occasions but never in the privacy of his home. It seemed that he was somewhat of a traditionalist, always insisting on properly courting you before taking you back to his place, not that you minded, of course. König had always been extremely generous when spoiling you constantly, taking you to fancy restaurants, and spending as much as your little heart desired as you dragged him through shopping malls.

He never once complained; if anything, he enjoyed emptying his wallets for you. He seemed lonely, and you had no problem filling that empty void in his chest.

König smiled warmly as he set his drink aside and swiftly pulled you closer, enveloping you in his large, protective embrace. His hand trailed up your spine, tracing the delicate curve of your back while his thumb absently rubbed small circles on your shoulder. As your head settled on his chest, you listened to the steady rhythm of his breathing. "Ich auch," he said. His breath tickled the crown of your head as he spoke, "Let us enjoy the rest of the evening together, hmm?"

You giggled softly, already aware of where this was going. You leaned back, your hands resting on his pectorals, letting your eyes flicker over his face before resting on his lips. You closed the distance, curling your fists in his shirt as you pressed your lips against his.

Responding to your kiss, König slid one hand behind your head, gently tangling his fingers in your hair and pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. You could taste the whiskey on his lips, feel the heat of his body seeping into yours, and hear the quickening of his heartbeat against his chest. He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged. "Come," he growled, guiding you towards the bedroom.

You were taken aback, letting out a surprised squeak as he firmly grasped your wrist and guided you upwards and onto your feet. Your eyes were drawn to the defined contours of his back, the fabric of his shirt stretching over the taut muscles, emphasizing their strength as he led you forward.

König's stride was confident and purposeful as he led you to his bedroom. You found his assertiveness rather appealing. Despite slight hesitation, you couldn't deny the anticipation building up inside you as you approached his room.

Once inside, König released your hand, allowing you to take in his space, decorated with military memorabilia and personal touches that hinted at the life he had left behind in Germany. You couldn't help but feel a surge of desire coursing through your veins, heightened by the passion in his eyes.

In his mind, he was reclaiming some form of control, something he never had during his tumultuous childhood. He wanted to be the one who decided when and how things progressed, especially in moments like these.

He moved towards the bedside table and dimmed the lights, casting long shadows across the room. He turned to face you, his eyes locked onto yours and started unbuttoning his shirt. His movements were calculated, each button released revealing another inch of his hardened physique, etched with years of battle scars and intricate tattoos - silent testimonies of his past. He watched as your gaze trailed over him, savoring your reactions. As the final button popped free, König tossed the shirt aside and reached for you, his calloused hands tracing your arms before he pulled you in for another deep kiss.

As the kiss intensified, König began undressing you, revealing your delicate curves underneath the stylish attire he had bought you. His touch was tender and demanding, a testament to his complex character. He broke away from the kiss momentarily to admire your body, his gaze burning with lust and appreciation.

His icy blues, which usually held a calm, collected gaze, now smoldered with desire. With one hand still firmly gripping your waist, he traced the curve of your jawline with the other, leaning in for another passionate kiss. His scarred face and rugged features seemed intimidating and alluring in the dimly lit room.

He reached out, unbuttoning your blouse deftly, exposing the delicate lace of your bra. His fingers traced its edge before slowly sliding it off your shoulders, allowing the garment to fall away, revealing your breasts.

“Perfekt," he whispered hoarsely, his gaze filled with raw need. He lowered his head, capturing one nipple between his lips, teasing it with his tongue and teeth. He reveled how your breath hitched, your body arching against his touch. His thumb gently rubbed circles around the other nipple, savoring the feel of it hardening under his rough skin. All the while, his free hand roamed down your waist, pulling at your skirt, eager to discover what lay beneath. His mind raced, but he reminded himself to be patient, to savor each moment, as he slowly unzipped it and let it pool at your feet, revealing the matching lace underwear.

As König's tongue danced with yours, his hands roamed lower, deftly curling his fingers into the seam of your panties and pulling it down your hips before you grasped onto his shoulders as you stepped out, letting him further slide it down your legs.

Once you were utterly bare before him, he looked up, meeting your eyes with a smoldering intensity. “Lay down," he commanded softly, guiding you towards the bed. His voice was deep and husky, a clear sign of his arousal. He wanted to taste every inch of you to claim you completely.

You felt excited as his hands roamed over your body, lingering on your skin's smoothness and warmth. He could feel your heartbeat quicken under his fingertips. He gently pushed you backward onto the bed, his own body following suit. His weight pressing into you created a sense of security and dominance.

He kissed along your collarbone, feeling goosebumps rise at his touch. He was lost in the moment, letting the thrill of intimacy momentarily silence his overactive mind. His rough hands tenderly cupped your breasts while his tongue teased your sensitive nipples, eliciting gasps from you. "Ich will dich spüren..." he breathed as he continued his exploration, his mouth traveling further down your torso.

He briefly paused, admiring the sight of you in the dim light, the play of shadows across your skin, the curves that drove him wild before diving between your thighs.

With a fervent hunger, König pressed his lips to the inside of your thigh, trailing gentle kisses upward across the soft expanse of your naked skin. The warmth radiating from him ignited an inferno inside you. As he reached your core, he took a moment to appreciate its beauty, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. He leaned in, capturing your clitoris with his mouth, sucking and teasing it gently. Your cries grew louder as he continued, his tongue swirling around the delicate bud while his fingers slid inside you, stroking your slick walls.

He curled his thick digits, reaching for the specific spongy spot hidden inside your slippery pussy, pulsing around his fingers as you sucked him in, welcoming the pleasure he was bestowing upon you.

“Fuck, König,” you whimpered, tangling your fingers in his thick locks, tugging him closer as you lifted your pussy further towards his greedy mouth.

His mind raced with thoughts of pleasuring you, of giving you a release that would make you forget everything else. He increased the tempo, feeling your body tense underneath him, signaling your impending climax. His hands moved to your hips, holding you firmly in place as he continued his relentless assault.

He reveled in the power he held, the ability to give you such pleasure, even as he craved to claim you fully.

When you finally came apart, your orgasm flooding into his mouth, he felt a surge of satisfaction, a reminder of his ability to connect with someone on this raw, primal level despite the transactional nature of your relationship.

He lapped up your essence, drinking up every drop that spilled into his awaiting mouth. He pulled his fingers from your pussy, stretching them in a scissoring motion and watching with delight as the strings held together before tearing apart. He wiped at his mouth with the back of his arm, staring down at you as he stood up from his knees.

Giving you a moment to catch your breath, he began tugging against his belt, undoing it from its loops as it dangled, its noise signaling what was to come. As he pulled his pants down his legs along with his briefs, your mouth gaped at the monstrous thing between his legs.

The sight of his erection only served to heighten your arousal, and he couldn't wait to be inside you. He reached into his nightstand drawer, retrieving a condom with practiced ease, rolling it on as he returned his gaze to your flushed face. "Are you ready for me?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

You nodded your head slowly as you watched, swallowing at the intimidating sight that hung between his thighs.

He slid up your body, his hands roaming possessively over your curves as he settled his weight over you. His hard length pressed against your thigh, leaving no doubt about his desire. He looked down at you, his expression one of raw hunger. He whispered your name, his eyes hooded with something akin to carnality swimming in the depths of his eyes. "You’re mine tonight."

His pale eyes locked onto yours as he positioned himself at your entrance. With one hand, he guided himself, the tip of his cock pressing against your wetness. He could feel your heat radiating against him, causing his heart to race even faster. At that moment, König felt a rush of vulnerability. He was at the mercy of your response despite his size and strength.

He pushed forward slowly, allowing you to adjust to his girth. Your pussy stretched to accommodate him, and he couldn't hold back a low groan at the sensation and the high-pitched gasp that escaped from your lips. As he filled you halfway, he paused, savoring the connection.

“Wait!” you mewled, squirming beneath him as you latched onto his broad shoulders. “What’s wrong, my Schatz?” he panted, his hand resting against your cheek. His brows furrowed deeply as he waited for your response, resisting the urge to push his hips forward and split you on his cock.

“It's just–” you paused momentarily, struggling to catch your breath. “You’re really big,” you confessed, another whimper filling the confined space between you.

You cried as his hips rocked forward, his cock filling you to the brim; you feared he'd push far enough until he was poking out of your throat. He began to move, setting a rhythm that matched the pounding in his chest. When you looked down, you could see the visual outline of his cock pressing upwards, creating a bulge that protruded from your lower stomach.

“You can take it, ja?” he chuckled darkly. Each thrust was deliberate and decisive, a testament to his physical prowess. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride knowing that you desired him, that you craved this intimacy with him. He leaned forward, supporting himself with his elbows on either side of your head. The movement caused the muscles in his arms to flex, drawing your attention to his numerous tattoos. He captured your lips once more, his tongue mimicking the motion of his hips. The sensation was overwhelming, and König felt his control slipping away.

He pulled back slightly, watching as your stomach bulged with each deep penetration, a visual reminder of his dominance. "So tight..." he grunted, his accent heavy with pleasure. He reached between your bodies, pressing down where his cock pulsed beneath your skin. He smirked at your sweet wail, squirming and thrashing beneath him as he fucked harder until his heavy balls were slapping against your ass.

He dipped his fingers lower, finding your clit again, massaging it in time with his thrusts. The combination sent you spiraling toward another orgasm, your walls clenching around him, pulling him even deeper. König couldn't resist the urge to claim your neck, biting down gently as he pounded into you relentlessly. Your cries spurred him on, and he found himself chasing his release, losing himself in the moment's intensity.

He felt your nails digging into his back as you climaxed again, your body shuddering beneath him. He growled, his hips bucking wildly as he approached his release. His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling back just enough to expose your neck, your pulse beating rapidly against his lips. He could feel his orgasm building, his muscles tensing with each thrust—the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping together and your moans of pleasure.

He closed his eyes, focusing on the sensations coursing through him. As he came, he buried himself inside you, letting out a primal roar that echoed off the walls. The force of his orgasm left him momentarily breathless, and he collapsed against your chest, his weight pinning you to the mattress. He remained there for a few seconds, panting heavily, before rolling off to the side. He sat upwards, removing the condom from his softening cock before tying it and tossing it into the bin.

Once he relaxed into the comfort of his bed, he pulled you close, his arm draped around your waist. He could feel your heart pounding against his chest, your breath hot against his neck. His mind was quiet, free from the constant analysis and evaluation that usually plagued him. He looked down at you, his expression softening.

He brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, his eyes lingering on your flushed cheeks. "You're so beautiful," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. He didn't often express himself in such a vulnerable way, but now, he couldn't help it. As he pulled you closer, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your bare skin, he wondered what it would be like to permanently have someone like you by his side. Not just as a lover but as a confidante who understood him. Someone who could see past the scars and the rough exterior of the man beneath. Given his line of work, he knew it was unlikely, but the thought brought a small smile. For now, he would enjoy the present, the warmth of your body pressed against his.

He leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Rest now, my little one," he whispered, his accent soothing in the quiet room. He pulled the covers over both of you, his arm still wrapped securely around you. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to drift into a peaceful sleep, feeling content in a way he hadn't in a very long time.

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Let Me Love You Just a Little Longer 𝜗ৎ König

Kinktober Day XII: Overstimulation

summary: könig loves to eat pussy a little too much tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, cunnilingus, fingering, overstimulation, praise, dom!könig, sub!reader wc: 1.7k

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“Again?” You whined, lifting your head upwards, looking down at the mammoth of a man between your legs. König’s mouth twitched into a grin as your juices dropped from his chin, his stubble soaked in your wetness.

Your chest rose and fell with each deep breath, your brow dripping with sweat, and your hands clammy, still curled in his auburn locks.

König chuckled lightly before repositioning his broad frame, settling himself between your thighs once again. His rough stubble grazed your sensitive skin, eliciting a shuddering moan from you as König’s tongue dove back into your wet folds. With a calculated precision that spoke of experience, he traced circles around your swollen nub, savoring every gasp, moan, and buck of your hips. The taste of you drove him wild, but it wasn’t just physical; it was the power he felt, the connection forged between you two in those moments of pure, unbridled pleasure.

His thick fingers slipped inside, curling as he sought out that particular spot while his tongue continued its merciless assault. König loved making you squirm beneath him; the sight of your body writhing in ecstasy was almost too much for him to bear.

“Ve can take a break if you need it,” he said between breaths, his voice husky and heavy with arousal. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched your body tremble with anticipation, wiping away a bead of sweat trickling down his temple with the back of his hand.

Despite the offer, König didn’t wait for your answer before diving back in, eager to taste you again. He knew how much you enjoyed his attention and found satisfaction in bringing you such intense pleasure. His tongue worked tirelessly, dancing over your sensitive bud as his fingers moved inside you with purposeful strokes. He reveled in the sounds you made, the way your body reacted to his every touch. It was a symphony of desire, and König was its conductor.

"Mmm...so sweet," he rumbled approvingly, his voice vibrating against your sensitive flesh, causing another wave of pleasure to roll through you. He lapped up your arousal with relish, his tongue flicking against your clit with expert precision. His large hands held your thighs firmly apart, keeping you open for his ministrations.

König felt his arousal growing stronger with every passing moment. Despite his size and intimidating exterior, König treated you with surprising gentleness, as if handling something delicate and precious. His calloused fingers slid over your skin with reverence, exploring every curve and dip of your body. The contrast between his rough exterior and tender touch was enthralling, making each stroke feel like a discovery.

He continued to work you over, his pace increasing as your moans became louder and more desperate. With his free hand, he reached up to massage your breast, teasing the nipple between his thumb and forefinger until it was taut and sensitive. König's eyes stayed locked on your face, reading every expression, every twitch of your lips, every squeeze of your eyelids, adjusting his movements accordingly. He was determined to push you to the edge again, to make you come undone beneath his touch.

"Vhat do you vant?" he asked huskily, his breath hot against your wetness as he spoke your name.

"More?" His fingers curled deeper inside you, pressing hard against your G-spot as his tongue circled your clit faster. "Or vould you like something else?" He raised an eyebrow, leaving the question open-ended, inviting you to share your deepest desires.

Your fingers dug into his scalp as your thighs tense around his head, threatening to squeeze. “Don’t stop!” You sobbed, tugging him closer by his hair.

Chuckling deeply, König obliged your request, his tongue swirling around your clit with increased fervor as his fingers thrust deeper. His arousal surged at the sound of your desperation, the raw need in your voice. He marveled at how your body responded to his touch.

His movements became more deliberate, focused entirely on sending you spiraling over the edge. He could feel your muscles contracting around his fingers, your breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

"Very veil, my Liebling," he rumbled, his voice low and rough with desire. His tongue flicked and teased your clit relentlessly, his fingers pumping in a steady rhythm. He could sense you were close, your entire body trembling beneath him.

The sensations were overwhelming, and König grew harder with each passing moment. He loved being the one to bring you such intense pleasure, the one who knew exactly what buttons to press to send you flying. It was a power he didn’t take lightly, a responsibility he cherished. As you neared your climax, he slowed his pace ever so slightly, drawing it out, savoring the exquisite torture.

When you finally broke, your scream echoing through the room, König couldn’t help but smile triumphantly. He lapped every drop of your release, relishing the taste, before finally pulling away. "That vas beautiful," he murmured, planting a gentle kiss on the inside of your thigh before moving back up to claim your mouth in a passionate kiss.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he gazed down at you with hooded eyes. His breaths were heavy, and his heart raced in his chest, his body still buzzing with the residual energy of your pleasure. König shifted his weight onto his elbow, freeing up his other hand to trace lazy patterns on his stomach. He watched as his body slowly relaxed beneath him.

"Vould you like more?" He asked, his German accent thick with desire.

You threw your arm over your eyes, feeling a sense of embarrassment wash over you. “Just go slow,” you whispered, your hand brushing over his.

Nodding, König pressed a tender kiss to your thigh before resuming his exploration, this time at a gentler pace. He understood the delicate balance between pleasure and pain during those sensitive moments after an intense orgasm, and he had no intention of causing you discomfort. Instead, he focused on soothing you with soft licks and nibbles, teasing your folds open with his tongue and occasionally dipping inside you to taste your wetness, feeling your body quiver beneath him.

His fingers trailed up your body, stopping to play with your nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. König's eyes never left your face, studying your every reaction, searching for signs of what you wanted next.

"Like zis?" he asked softly, his voice thick with arousal. He blew cool air on your sensitive clit before swiping his tongue across it once more, eliciting a shudder from you. As you nodded, he continued his ministrations, taking his time to savor every inch of you. König's desire grew with each passing second, but he pushed it aside, determined to make this moment about you.

You nodded, your hands perched on his shoulders, squeezing gently before running lines down his back.

Humming in approval, König felt your hands on his back, the pressure grounding him further. He continued to pleasure you, his tongue tracing circles around your clit while his fingers slid in and out of you at a languid pace. Each stroke was calculated and designed to draw out your pleasure without pushing you too far too soon.

His thumb began to rub your clit in slow, steady circles as he increased the speed of his fingers, watching as your breath caught in your throat. Your movements grew more restless, your hips rocking against his face as you chased after another orgasm. König's own need simmered below the surface, his cock throbbing with every moan that escaped your lips. Yet he remained steadfast in his mission, focusing solely on the task.

"You're so vet," he praised, his words muffled against your skin. He loved how you reacted to his touch and how your body moved with his rhythm. It was a dance they'd perfected over time, and he reveled in the intimacy of it all. As your breaths grew ragged and your body tensed, König knew you were close once more. He doubled his efforts, wanting to send you flying again before he allowed himself to finish.

Feeling the tension build within you, König's eyes sparkled with determination. He curled his fingers slightly, hitting that spot he knew drove you wild while his tongue flicked rapidly across your clit. Your fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer as your legs trembled around his head. He could sense you were on the precipice, ready to fall into another wave of ecstasy. His arousal pulsed in response, his hips pushing rapidly against the soft mattress as he neared his climax. He increased the pressure on your clit, relishing in the feel of your wetness coating his tongue.

"Come for me," he growled, his voice deep and commanding. The words seemed to act as a trigger, sending you hurtling over the edge. König grinned against your skin as your body shook with release, drinking in your pleasure greedily. He let out a whimper as the taste of you flooded his tongue, grinding his cock against the sheets one final time and letting out a loud groan muffled by your pussy.

As your spasms subsided, he gently pulled away, licking his lips clean before crawling up to lay beside you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close as he admired your flushed features. You glanced down at the wet spot at the front of his pants, chuckling to yourself as you glanced back up at him.

“Did you just cum from eating me out?”

Grinning, König wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a smear of arousal glinting in the dim light. He looked down at the damp patch on his trousers and then back at you, his gaze filled with warmth.

"Ja, it happens sometimes," he admitted, gravelly voice laced with amusement. His thumb traced idle circles on your hip as he savored the feel of you pressed against him. Your laughter was music to his ears, a sweet sound that never failed to comfort him.

"You taste so good," he murmured, his eyes dropping to your lips, swollen from earlier kisses. He leaned forward, capturing your mouth in a lazy kiss, his tongue seeking yours as he let his hand drift down to cup your breast. His thumb circled your nipple, drawing another sigh from you.

You blushed at the sound of König undoing his belt, pulling out his half-hard cock. He lifted your thighs to wrap around his broad waist before tugging you forward.

“I hope you are still ready for more, ja?”

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