✧ Pairing: Konig x f!reader
✧ Warnings/tags: history inaccuracies (will be a lot), terrible grammar, angst, sort of kidnapping, gladiator games so violence, will be +18 content in future chapters so MDNI, no mention of age for reader, mention of suicide in this one
✧ Summary: You helped a wealthy woman, and your life will change from here.
ao3 link - chap I - chap II - chap III - chap IV - chap V - chap VII
SMUT IN THIS ONE
What was that annoying noise disturbing your peaceful dream? You groan, putting the sheet over your head in the hope it will muffle the sounds, but to no avail. Giving up, you brought your head out and opened your eyes with too much regret. The sun was already out, but not yet grilling you with his heat. Who was making such noise at such an early hour?
Sitting in bed, you watched Konig, still in his night clothes, check around the room, put clothes on a chair, search for parchments, and bring papyrus, a wax tablet, and a pen to a table. You observe him for a long time before he actually notices your awake state.
“Did I wake you up?” He asked, a bit of embarrassment in his voice.
You nodded to him negatively, not wanting to make him feel at fault, as he seemed already occupied and stressed with something else. Approaching you in bed, he leaned down and kissed your cheek, greeting you with a good morning. This was the first time you woke up with someone else in the same room, and to your surprise, it was not as unpleasant as you thought back then.
“Food will be brought soon.” He said, and continued, his tone more unsure this time. “Do you, perhaps, want to take a bath together?”
Surprised at the question, you hesitate a bit. It will not be the first time for him to see you naked, though it was only the bottom of your body he did see; but for you? Except for a bare back yesterday, you never see him naked or anything. A bit apprehensive, your curiosity still takes over, and you agree. He then disappeared into the bathroom and came back a few minutes later to tell you that the bath was ready. You watched him in awe; shouldn’t he have called a servant to do it? Not saying anything for now, you followed him, the sudden warmth of the room making you even sleepier than before.
“I will retrieve the clothes for later, so you can change alone.” He stated, disappearing once more.
You appreciated the attention and started removing your night clothes. Trying your best to fold them, you placed them on a chair, not wanting to look disorganized when he made so much effort for you. Not wasting time, you sank in the hot water, begging for your eyes to stay open as it felt like you were enveloped in a really comfortable sheet. At this point, you didn’t know if you were the lazy one, or if he, with his rank, had a terrible rhythm of life.
Entering the room once more, he put the clothes on the same chair you used earlier and began to undress. Putting your curiosity aside, you watched away, wanting to return the favor he did you. As he sat next to you in the bath, you asked him the question that was turning in your head.
“Do you not have attendants?”
A bit of a stupid question, considering he was the emperor and he was the reason you would never bathe alone with your own two hands. But the fact is, except for meals and cleaning, you have never seen a servant with him. Guards, yes, but servants, never. You doubt he despises the lower class; if he did, you wouldn’t be here. So what was the reason?
“I have a functional body, why would I need someone to do basic chores for me?” He answered you.
You did not expect this response. Actually, you didn’t even know what he would give you as an answer, but this one was not something you would have predicted. Aren’t wealthy people used to being attended to in everything and actually enjoy it? Being seen as something higher, treated like something untouchable, wasn’t something everyone wanted? Even more, if it was the emperor. But Konig always seems different from the beginning you saw him. What you did at first would have had you killed, oracle predictions or not, if it had been another emperor. And the scars you had seen on him, the calloused skin on his hands, everything that showed you he wasn’t the coward or lazy type.
You just hummed at his answer, not wanting to go deeper into something that could be unpleasant for him to remember. Both of you just sat in silence, a comfortable one, enjoying the way the steam decongested your nose and chest and the lavender oil relaxed your body.
But after half an hour, you had no choice but to get out, Konig’s program making it impossible to enjoy it a bit longer. It was so nice to be able to wash, dry, and dress yourself without anyone watching you from afar or having their hands on you.
Both dressed up and ready for the day, you exit the bathroom, and you notice fresh food on the table. The servants really are quiet because you heard nothing. Konig invited you to sit and eat, and you did, your stomach at the verge of letting everyone within the palace radius know that you were starving.
“Would I be allowed to avoid attendants and use my two hands, too?” You asked him, choosing between two pieces of fruit.
He seemed surprised by your question, and you feared having offended him by refusing his indirect help, so you decided to continue your explanation.
“I’m not used to having someone tend to my needs and, without offense, I’m feeling quite..” You stopped in your sentence, trying to find the right word for what you were feeling when those women were touching you.
“Disgust?” Konig asked you, before drinking a bit of water and continuing. “I understand you’re not used to it from what you’re saying, and you don’t feel comfortable. I will tell them to stop then.”
Being happy at his words, you gave him an immense thank you and continued to eat. Small talk took place during the rest of the breakfast, Konig asking you what you had planned for today, outside of your daily teaching. You just told him that, except for writing to Flavia, you had nothing else to do. And then you remembered what the commander said yesterday.
“Could I attend swords fighting lessons the commander was talking about?” You demand carefully, anticipating his reaction.
You watched him nearly choke on his food and cough before staring at you like you just had insulted his entire family. Flavia, then now him, it was nice being loved enough that people would be worried, but it was a bit annoying for your ego. Same ego he told you to build.
“I was doubtful too, but the commander used the self-defense argument, and I think he’s correct.” You explained, not wanting to hear the argument a normal father would give his daughter. “Someone tried to poison me, and while a sword can’t do anything against poison, I know it, it still could be useful to know at least a few tricks in case someone would try to harm me with a weapon.
While Konig seems to be thinking about what you had advanced, you could still see doubt in his eyes. Of course, it was not his fault, but you refused to back down from the idea and stared more intensely at him. A few minutes passed, both of you trying to make the other abandon his idea, before Konig just sighed, hitting his hands on his knees before speaking.
“Fine, but I’ll be the one teaching you! If Lucius trained you, he might enroll you in the army.” He said before getting up from his chair.
You smiled proudly and followed his lead to put your hand on some pen and paper to write on. Putting his crown on his head, he gave your cheek a quick kiss and your forehead another one before telling you he would wait for you at the training ground this afternoon and disappear.
While you were writing to Flavia about everything that had happened since yesterday, you wondered if you should put this detail in the letter. She didn’t seem to be quite happy about what her husband had said about you and training last evening. You decided to put that out, not wanting to bother and worry her too much, and finish your letter. Calling the guard outside the room to ask him if he could bring the letter to her, you noticed a certain hesitation on his face when he picked the letter from your hand.
“Is something wrong with the Commander family?” You asked, fearing something might have happened to her.
The guard nodded negatively and hesitated one last time before telling you that the daughter of Senator Cassius was waiting for you, even though he told her you were not available at the moment. You took a moment to appreciate that guard, Fabian, who was the one since day one who had to accompany you everywhere. And now, he was even taking the initiative to make Livia stay away from you. You need to ask Konig if that man could have a raise or whatever the wealthy were giving when they were happy with their workers.
“Don’t worry about that, I will check what she wants.” You try to reassure him and step outside the room to search for her.
It didn’t take you long to find her, as she was waiting with her servant in the royal garden. You wonder how she managed to enter the estate, and doubt that her status could allow this. As soon as she spotted you, she wore her fake smile again and greeted you like yesterday hadn’t happened. You just gave her a slight nod and asked her what she was doing here and what she wanted.
“I woke up this morning and saw how beautiful the day was, so I thought it would be nice to go on a walk with someone.” She simply responded.
You wished someone was someone other than you, but here you were again, attracting your first crazy person. Accepting, you just noticed that it would need to be a short walk since you had things to attend to this morning. Weirdly, she didn’t complain and accepted quickly, taking your hand in hers and dragging you around the palace.
You were a bit jealous about how she was able to navigate through the palace despite not living here. Even you had to rely on your loyal guard to help you go from one place to another, given how immense this place was.
Feeling nice today, since all your demands were accepted, you decided to compliment her a bit, and not knowing what, you just gave your attention to the ring she was wearing.
“Thank you, it’s my mother’s ring.” She told you. “I never had the chance to know her since she died while giving birth to me.”
You apologized for your rudeness, and she just told you not to worry about it, saying that not many people know about this. Still feeling bad, you began to wonder what you could say to cheer her up, assuming that talking about such a sensitive topic was difficult for her. But as you were about to say something else, she just shrieked in your ears, saying the emperor and her father were also taking a walk at the same place as you two. You didn’t even have time to register what she said before she was dragging you along with her in the direction of the two men.
You could see the disappointment in Konig’s eyes when he saw you with Livia, and you had to hit him back with a “Not my choice either”. You greeted both men and watched the senator put on the same fake smile as his daughter when he returned your greeting. The three of them began to talk about things, such as literature, when the senator seemed to have forgotten to ask about your identity.
And that’s when things got complicated. Two people responding at the same time. And two different answers.
“That’s my lover, Senator Cassius.”
“That’s my friend, father.”
The air around felt colder despite the sun shining as brightly as it could, and the sudden silence made you uncomfortable. You decided to ignore Livia’s killing stare and the senator’s arrogant one and fixed the random tree in the background.
“Well, congratulations, Caesar.” The senator managed to say through gritted teeth. “This woman must be a different kind if the untakable emperor had laid his eyes on her.”
The comment was weirdly disgusting; just as his daughter said last evening, he was implying you were here because you were satisfying the emperor sexually well enough to be kept by his side. Konig must have understood the double meaning of his words because he didn’t hesitate to deny them.
“Indeed, she has a personality I’ve never seen in anyone else. Kind yet thoughtful and capable with a mind that wants nothing but to learn.”
The senator just nods at Konig's sentence, like he couldn’t care less what the emperor was trying to say but still had to be polite if he wanted to keep his head. You didn’t even care anymore about Livia and her stabbing eyes in your direction or what the senator could think anymore; Konig's words touched you deeply. He was really a man of his words.
“You have something to attend to, dearest.” Konig pointed out, not wanting to say much more in front of them.
Quickly understanding that he was trying to get you out of this situation, you gave a polite goodbye to everyone and made your way toward the aisle where your teacher was usually stationed.
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Today’s lesson was quite interesting; your professor taught you about dissecting a poem and texts to understand what the author would truly mean. And before the end, he took a moment to congratulate you on your efforts, stating that only your low self-esteem was stopping you from engaging with others. While his kind of reproach had somewhat vexed you, you had no choice but to admit that, on your way back to your room, he was quite right. Just like Konig said, you had no choice but to begin to stand for yourself a little more.
Quickly changing into the outfit you used when training with the commander and Konig, you made your way to the training ground, your loyal guard accompanying you. Konig had insisted that someone must always be by your side when he wasn’t here with you, so he assigned one of his guards to you. At first, you were pissed off that you would have to be under constant monitoring, but you began to grow attached to Fabian. At the beginning, he wasn’t as delighted to watch over you like a frail little kid, too, preferring to serve the emperor, but he started to show genuine care towards you. You could see it by the worried expressions on his face when you would try not to cry when life at the palace began to be too much, or the effort he put in making sure no one would walk too close to you, or even try to talk to you when you were not in the mood.
Once he was making sure you were in the emperor’s hands, he retired with a polite salute to you both. There was no target or shield like the other day, only two swords by Konig’s side. No words exchanged between the two of you as he gave you one of the swords; no need after all, since he wasn’t even thrilled for you to be here again.
Placing yourself correctly, you hold the sword firmly between your hands, waiting for his orders. Orders that never came because he immediately swung at you, the vibration of the metal hurting your wrists. You wanted to scream at him, “What the fuck?” but you couldn’t let a word out of your mouth because you had to dodge another swing of his sword.
It continued like that for a good half-hour, your hands and arms hurting like hell, but you were able to stop his attack with your own sword now, predicting his next move. Finally, he let you have a moment of rest, making you sit on a rock next to him while he inspected your hands and wrists.
“Are you sure you want to continue?” He asked you, massaging your sore hand.
“I’ve never thought you would be such a terrible teacher, but yes, I would like to keep learning.” You answered, wondering if risking being enlisted in the army if you asked the commander instead would be that bad.
You watched him as he was about to say something, a serious look on his face, but he just shook his head and told you that he was getting late and you were too tired to keep fighting. You wanted to ask him what seemed to be bothering him out of the sudden, but he placed his free hand on the small of your back, guiding you back to the palace.
When you arrived back in his room, dinner was already served on the table, and clean clothes for the day and night were lying on the back of a chair. You lay down on his bed, exhausted by the day you just had, from Konig declaration to the two pests to the training that turned like a survival exercise instead.
Yet your exhausted state didn’t let you suppress that weird feeling within you, a not-so-foreign sensation, which began to grow when you were admiring the way Konig’s face was so serious when he was fighting or the strict demeanor you had never experienced yourself alone. And the way he was handling his sword with confidence and pure strength- oh, it was just like that time when the two of you were on your bed. Shivers crossed your body when you felt him sit next to you on the bed, making you get up.
You sat there, next to him on the bed, not knowing how to initiate such a thing or even ask. Actually, you knew he was in the same state as you; the air was different, and everything around felt different. You didn’t want to ask him directly to fuck, you wanted to be subtle. But what should you do? You knew he wouldn’t be the one to try something directly, so you searched in your mind for what gestures you should try.
You decided to lean into him and play with his hand like the first time he caught a boner and decided to eat you out. Rubbing his fingers between yours, you raised your head to meet his eyes and nodded when he searched for your approval. Leaning toward you, he kissed your forehead, nose, and cheeks before pulling you in for a gentle kiss, his right hand caressing your jawline.
The kiss began to become more heated as you felt his hand leaving your skin to grab at your clothes, removing the annoying fabric from your skin, and finally revealing your body to his eyes. This was technically not the first time you were naked in front of him, but it was the first time he was seeing it. You began to feel shy at the way he was staring at you, but he was quick to dissipate your worries when he started to kiss you again, trailing down to your neck, then to the collarbones, and stopped when he arrived at your cleavage.
“Are you sure?” He asked you, and you nodded again.
You let out a soft gasp when he put one of your nipples in his mouth, tongue twirling around the perky bud. The hand that wasn’t holding him above you crawled up your stomach to pinch the abandoned bud slightly. The sensation was so foreign, yet everything felt so exciting, and you could feel yourself getting damp with his ministrations. You heard him chuckle when he noticed you rubbing your thighs together unconsciously, but you couldn’t stop; you wanted more.
Leaving your nipple with a pop, he continued to trail down your body with his lips, his lips grazing your stomach before arriving in front of your mound. You appreciated his constant consent, but right now it was getting a little annoying to always nod or answer.
“Please..” You heard yourself beg.
You would feel shy later; now was another moment. To your despair, he did it like the first time and teased you, ignoring your pussy and kissing your inner thighs, then your calves, to the ankles, and finally your feet. You gave him the meanest look as he gave you back an amused smirk, your foot still in his hand.
One last kiss to the top of it, and he dropped it, before grabbing your knees and spreading them, making himself at home. Oh, you wonder how you managed to live until now without this feeling of pleasure, without the feeling of his tongue sliding in and out of your hole and his lips sucking your clit. You were a moaning mess, your hands gripping the sheets and a thin layer of sweat beginning to form on your skin. However, you open your eyes and glance down at him when you feel something other than his wet tongue at your entrance.
“It’s just my fingers, I need to prepare you, Dove.” He answered your silent question.
You lay your head back down on the bed, a little apprehensive despite the pleasure his mouth was giving you. The first finger was thick but not bad; it felt weird at first, since it was the first time you were having something in there. Thankfully, you were so wet that it was sliding in without too much obstacle.
Konig kept sucking and toying with your engorged bud as he inserted a second finger. Then a third one. It was not a painful sensation, thanks to Konig's care, but it was a weird feeling. You listened to Konig telling you to breathe in and breathe out, and soon the pleasure began to build up a little more.
Your hips started to move on their own, grinding a little more on Konig’s fingers, whining as you tried to get a little more of what he was giving you. Stopping all thrusts, he just let you use him and his fingers, watching the way your body moved against the bed. You were too lost to notice the prominent bulge under his tunica or the way his breath became deeper.
The pleasure was too much for a first time, and you came undone against him, creaming his fingers. Konig, not even waiting for you to stop twitching, removed his fingers from your hole, switching with his tongue, which greedily lapped at your juice. Too sensitive, you pushed his head away, closing your thighs to keep him away as you glared at him.
Taking no offense, he straightened up and began to undressed himself, throwing his crown on the night table, and letting the tunica fall on the floor. How lucky you were, you told yourself, eyes drinking the sight before you. Everything about him was big and strong. Broad shoulders, strong arms, such a defined back. That was what you had seen about him before now. His body was built with hard work and fight, scars being the witness. You lower your gaze, and you bite your lip, with both excitement and apprehension. Between two strong thighs was a cock huge enough that it was trouble standing with the heaviness. His balls were hanging low, big and full.
The warmth expanded again in your lower belly, pussy getting wet the more you watched his dick bounce with each movement he was making.
“Are you sure you really want it?” His voice broke your train of thought. No answer, just a simple nod. Speaking would be useless in this moment.
Who wouldn’t want this? Being shadowed by such a big man, pleasured real good. There was no way you would refuse.
Climbing back on the bed, he towered over you, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his chest.
“You know, you can touch me too, Dearest.”
You suddenly felt shy again, the act bringing a different kind of intimacy. His skin was so warm under your palm, and you let yourself get lost in your touches, rubbing his shoulders before caressing his chest, the hair weirdly soft against your fingers. You could feel the muscles under the layer of fat covering his belly. Your hand wandered lower, and you got a hold of his cock, heavy and hot against your palm. You slide your hand against it, not really knowing what to do, but it was apparently enough, as Konig just grunted above you, thrusting his hips in your hand.
He chased your hand away and grabbed it himself, before telling you to relax and take big breaths like earlier. You closed your eyes, doing as he said, after making yourself more comfortable under him. You waited, a bit anxious, as you felt him positioning the head of his cock against your dripping hole. Breath stuck in your throat as you gritted your teeth at the sudden stretch in your hole. Way bigger than three fingers, you tell yourself, and way more uncomfortable.
Konig started to play with your clit again, trying to get you to relax and avoid much more discomfort. It was hurting, but it was not insurmountable, thanks to Konig's attention on your clit and your juice making it a bit easier for him to slide in. And after what felt like an eternity for you, he was finally fully inside of you. Everything felt weird, from the stretch to having something so big sitting inside your pussy, waiting patiently to move. Konig was still playing with your little bud, whispering praises in your ears between two kisses against your throat.
With each minute passing, you were feeling different, like a feverish state, but without the sickness. You brought your hand to your nipple and began to play with it. Everything felt hot, and nothing was really hurting anymore. Testing the water a little deeper, you wiggled your hips and were hit with a slight wave of pleasure, different from before.
You told him to move, and after reassuring him that it was not hurting that bad, you let your head hit the cushion when he started to thrust slowly. The pleasure was different, more intense, and you couldn’t help the whimpers falling from your lips. Konig took your hand in his and planted a soft kiss against the top of it. How could something be so romantic while he was visiting your insides?
Soon, you began to want more, the slow pace having you well prepared for something harder.
“Please.. Faster..”You whined out.
You got annoyed by his hesitant look and decided to take matters into your own hands. Locking your ankles behind his lower back, you brought him closer to you and deeper into you. The moan you let out against Konig’s ear must have brought him down to madness. You heard a simple apology before your legs were being thrown around his head and he began to pound into you. You couldn’t think straight anymore, not remembering what had happened during the day. All you could think about was how good you were feeling, his dick hitting your spot with each thrust of his hips. Everything felt so dirty, wet noise mixed with both of your voices echoing against the walls; you tried to wonder if someone outside could hear you, but Konig’s mouth against your nipple stopped you from it.
You could feel yourself getting closer again, but the warmth building up was slightly different. One deep thrust and you were gone, cumming around his cock as you grabbed him against your chest, your pussy drenching his lower body and sheets. He didn’t last longer, as you felt him twitch inside of you, and with one last thrust, he buried deep inside of you, filling you fully with cum and grunting around your tit.
You cried out when you felt him leave your pussy, the sudden loss making your hole feel weirdly alone. Kissing you one last time before getting up from your form, you lazily watched him disappear into the bathroom and come back with what seemed to be a damp towel. Despite the gentleness he used while refreshing you, the sensitivity was making you tremble under his touch, and you couldn’t help but move around, trying to make him stop.
After a few minutes, he managed to clean you up, at least at best, before carrying you in his arms, removing the dirty sheet with one hand from the bed, letting it pool on the floor. Putting the two of you in bed, he draped the clean sheet over the two of you, embracing your body against his. Your head against his chest, you fell asleep, lulled by the sound of his heartbeat and his caressing your back.
I do wish we could make it a little more socially acceptable to wander the streets at night weeping inconsolably I feel like that would have a great catharsis factor for a lot of people
"I'm not worried about women hating on me, because you should lose some weight instead." And that's why men don't even see women as a threat. I'm gonna be honest: some of you are really dumb bitches.
There's inequality of the sexes, wars, and social inequality, and the only thing that goes through your mind all day is being pretty and skinny (also probably inventing yourself beef with fat people because I saw how those healthy girls treat fat people who mind their business, and I wouldn't be surprised if it's true.)
And that's why men think they're the saviors for wars, famine, and all problems, because women like this are feeding the patriarchy too well.
Wanting to be pretty and thin is a fact, but thinking that what your life purpose is about is another. This is some toxic shit right there.
If you’ve never had a properly rich friend as a person who grew up and/or currently is middle class to poor it’s kind of an insane experience.
One time a friend of mine told me that she only dates men who make over seven figures a year because she wants someone with a “similar life experience” and I still wonder if I should’ve told her that that particular standard might be one of the reasons she keeps finding terrible men
