[shout out to @konigs-lover who sent me this nsfw artwork which possessed me early this morning.]
Imagine König’s massive frame wedged tight under a crumbling broken section of wall, gear snagged, shoulders jammed at an awkward angle, lower body stuck helplessly on the other side of the wall, voice gone hoarse from shouting for help. Any second now, someone would find him. A teammate. A friendly. Anyone.
Fingers brushing his hips. Relief crashing through him. “Ja- here! I’m stuck, pull me- ”
The hands didn’t pull tho. What they did was slid lower, hook into his waistband, and yank, pants and underwear dragging down in one rough motion, catching briefly on the thick muscle of his thighs before his cock sprang free into the cool air, heavy and already half hard from adrenaline an the awkward position.
A soft, warm palm wrapped around him, fingers stretching wide around the girth of his cock, stroking, thumb dragging slow over the flushed head and smearing the bead of precum that had already gathered.
König jerki no hard, trying to twist away, but the wall held him fast as the hand continued squeezing, stroking again, almost curious.
Then came the press of thighs.
Soft. Delicate. Trembling faintly as they bracketed his own powerful legs, hand wrapping around his cock and the head nudging against a cunt before sinking down slow, tight heat splitting wider and wider around his cock. Every inch was a struggle. He could feel the way your walls fluttered and fought the intrusion, the burn, the way you had to rock and twist to take more of him.
His cock was too thick, too long, and your were forcing it anyway. The head popped past the tightest ring and you kept going, thighs trembling violently, soft gasps turning into bitten off whimpers as you sank lower, lower, until your ass was flush against him and he was buried to the hilt in scorching, clenching heat that felt like it was trying to strangle his cock.
König’s head cracked against the stone. A guttural, broken groan tore out of his chest.
“Scheiße- you’re- hnnngh- too fucking tight- ”
You started moving, rolled tour hips in desperate, greedy circles, using his stuck body like a toy they’d found. Every drag of that impossibly tight cunt up his length made his vision white out. Every time you dropped back down, takin him all over again, the wet, filthy sound of it echoed in the narrow space.
Your thighs shook harder as you fucked themselves on him harder, faster, chasing something.
Couldn’t thrust. Couldn’t pull out. Could only stand there, pinned and used, while some faceless stranger took what they wanted from his cock. His balls were drawn up tight, cock throbbing violently inside that squeezing heat, leaking steadily with every clench. He could feel you getting wetter, slicker, the mess dripping down his shaft and onto his thighs.
“Hör auf- stop- I’ll- fuck- I’m gonna- ”
You didn’t stop, only rode him harder, cunt fluttering and spasming around the thick intrusion like you were getting off on how much it hurt, how much it shouldn’t fit. König’s growls turned ragged, voice cracking behind the wall. His hips jerked uselessly, trying to buck you off, trying to thrust deeper despite himself, and every failed movement only made the tight heat grip him harder.
Humiliatingly, terrifyingly close- cock pulsing, thighs shaking, trapped and used and unable to do a single fucking thing about it.
