Hi :). Ugh, I absolutely loved your könig fic. If it’s not too much trouble, König with a breeding kink?? tysm💕✨
when i tell you i've been absolutely bonkers lately thinking of this... you're an evil genius and i thank you for that <3 (also couldn't resist little hints of obsessive behavior and maybe a teeny tiny bit of submissive könig for a few lines maybe perhaps)
♡ cw/tw: AFAB reader (AFAB anatomy, referred to as “mutter”, “mama”), talks of impregnating and being pregnant, könig kinda tosses reader around a lil bit, size kink, some marking (biting, scratching), a teeny tiny bit of choking if you squint, maybe even a lil bit of dumbification, very enthusiastic consent, implied no condom usage, not proof read bcoz my coochie wrote this, uhhh i think that's it?
König has never been one to try and push boundaries. Though he isn’t shy by any means when it comes to exploring things in the bedroom, he’s all too aware of how easy it would be to accidentally hurt you, and he’s not sure how he would cope with that guilt. He doesn’t think he could handle it, truth be told, because he’s gentle by nature; always placing tender kisses wherever his lips will reach while his fingers wander, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he lowers his cock into you, making sure to provide you with snacks and water and comfort after every time you’ve spent lost in each other. He’s worked hard to earn your trust, and he’d rather bite his own tongue off than have your faith in him waiver
But he can’t deny that there are times he wants to let loose a little, to throw caution to the wind and fuck you without a worry in the world, to toss the condom to the side and bury himself in you so deeply neither of you are sure where he ends and you begin. It’s damn near painful to hold himself back, bite marks marred into his bottom lip serving as evidence of his restraint, but he does it with pride
That is, until the night you tell him it’s okay to let inhibitions go and allow instinct to take over
“Mein schatz, you feel so good,” König pants into your ear as he continues to thrust into you. “S-S-So fucking good. Oh my god, schnucki, I want to stay inside of you forever”
Two weeks without seeing each other has left you leaving open-mouthed kisses on each other’s bodies before König could even fully unlace his boots, all hungry teeth clashing and tongues raving until clothes were strewn about and restraint was left at the doorway. Pictures and video chat could never replicate the peace of having him with you, hovering over you with his stormy eyes boring into yours, his heart slamming against his chest as if it were trying to reach you. König, your König, with his calloused hands caressing your thighs as he throws your legs over his shoulders. König with his scarred chest heaving and panting as he drills his throbbing cock into you. König with his addictive lips kissing and nibbling on your calves as you whine and wither beneath him. König with his rough voice spilling out praises and groans all over your body
König, König, König
Nothing could do him justice, truly, especially not blurry pictures and hushed phone calls late at night
“P-Please, König,” you whimper underneath him, and somehow find the strength to shimmy your legs down and attempt to wrap them around his waist, effectively trapping him. “Don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop, please”
“Wouldn’t dream of it” One of his hands comes down to cup your cheek, and you twist your face so you can kiss his calloused palm. A breath catches itself in his chest, and he lets out a low groan before dipping his head down into the crevice of your neck. “Do you know what you do to me, liebling, how crazy you make me? God, du bist schön” You are beautiful. And god, does he mean it. More beautiful than any sunset, any summer storm, any night sky he has ever had the privilege to see. He thinks you might be an angel. He knows, at the very least, one is envious of you
Your legs around him tighten, and he thinks for a moment he sees heaven. “Show me,” you pant and dig your nails into his back, earning a surprisingly loud moan from him. “Show me how crazy I make you, König”
His hips falter for only a moment, a concerned look flashing across his face. “Are you sure, schatz? I don’t know how much I can hold back”
“I don’t want you to. I want you to fuck me in the way you truly want to”
And there’s a set determination in your eyes, a challenge, that despite the fact that you’re already covered in a thin blanket of sweat and your thighs and calves are littered with bite marks, you still think he’ll hold back. I want you to fuck me in the way you truly want to. But what if that means hurting you on accident? What if it means leaving more marks than either of you are prepared to take care of? What if it means you’ll never be able to trust him the same way again?
As if sensing his hesitance, you squeeze your thighs again, forcing him to look you in the eye; and when he does, all he can see is love and trust shining in your irises and that, he thinks, no matter what happens, he never wants you look at him any differently. That if he could, he’d take a snapshot of that expression and put it in a locket to hold close to his heart. Precious, so precious. He never wants to lose it, to lose you, to ever stray so far from you that he forgets what it's like to love and be loved in return. So he does the only thing he can think of in that moment: he presses your legs down so your knees are nearly touching your ears, and sets a near back-breaking pace as he thrusts his cock into you
It’s absolutely carnal the way he grabs and pulls at you, how easy it is for him to pin you down exactly where he wants you, how he can bend and twist your body in ways you didn’t even think possible. One hand twists and pinches at your nipples, the other grips the meat of your thigh to keep in you in place, and he's sure this is what heaven must feel like. Pretty sounds fall from your lips and crash against him like a hurricane, and he's never been more thankful to be a human before this moment, basking in everything you provide him with, bottling every little noise fluttering out of you and bottling it away for safe-keeping
“König,” you cry out, shaking hands gripping onto the sheets beneath you for some sense of stability. “König, fuck, f-feels so good, so full”
His eyes roll to the back of his head, hips slapping into the back of your thighs and fingers digging into your flesh more. “Oh gott, liebe, tell me. Tell me how good I make you feel. Tell me how much you need me. Tell me, schatz, tell me you want all of me like I want all of you”
Your fingers are nearly splitting through your skin with how tightly you’re holding onto the last few shreds of sanity, red mist dousing your bodies as evidence of your dedication and passion. He’s so pretty above you, all low growls and moans as he’s losing himself inside of you more and more, begging for just a little more. Tell me how much you love me so I feel okay about how obsessed I am with you. I’ll crack my ribcage open for you, just tell me how pretty red looks on me
“Wan’ all of you, König,” you babble underneath him, voice wobbly with tears and carnality. “Need you so bad! Please, need everything from you! Fuck me pregnant for all I fucking care, as long as it’s yours!”
It’s as though a beast takes over König's body, one he thought he kept locked away from you, far enough to never come close, hidden enough that he often forgets it’s there, claws capped and mouth muzzled as to not be tempted to listen to its growls. He isn’t sure what sends him over, whether it was hearing how desperate you are to cum or to hear you wouldn’t mind him getting you pregnant. In one swift movement, König has you sitting in his lap and is bouncing your limp body on his cock, trembling legs wrapped around his waist and heavy head leaning on his broad shoulder for support. He’s not quite gentle with you, not quite rough, just enough to let you know he’s a man on a mission to have you nice and round with his child
“Look so pretty,” he coos in your ear, the rough sound of skin slapping skin a direct [contradiction] to the tenderness in his tone. “You’d look so pretty with a big belly, yeah? Wearing my shirts and waddling around. Gonna be a good mama, aren’t you? Gonna be the best mutter to our pretty lil’ baby, hm?” His accent grows thicker and thicker the closer and closer he gets to the edge, and you find yourself squeezing down on him even more, without a thought, without a care, so long as you can milk him for every last drop. “Tell me, mama, who do you think the baby will look like more, hm? Do you think it’ll be tall as me? Have your nose? Gott, I hope it has your laugh. Tell me, mama, tell me you can’t wait to be the mutter of my child. Tell me you want to be pregnant and full with my baby. Tell me, mama, tell me, please”
“Wan’ be the mother of your child,” you manage to slur, face nestled in the crook of his neck and breathing in his musky scent as his balls slap against the swell of your ass, legs shaking the more the knot in your guts tighten. “Fuck, König, wan’ you to take care of me while I’m so pregnant I can’t do anything for myself. Wan’ you to fret over me and spoil me so our baby comes out happy and healthy”
And suddenly, König is wrapping his arms around you and squeezing onto you as if you’re the only thing keeping him grounded. A part of you suspects that’s true. Another part, a part you’d rather ignore, hopes it’s true
“Ich komme gleich,” his rough voice pierces your ears. I’m going to cum. “Please, schatz, ich will in dir kommen” I want to cum inside you. “Lass mich in dir kommen, bitte, ich flehe dich an” Let me cum inside of you, please, I'm begging
“Cum, liebste, cum, cum, cum, please! Fuck, I’m gonna cum with you”
Your cries mix with his whines, and, just as abruptly as it all began, you’re both spilling over each other, praises and pleas and moans and whimpers pouring over your bodies and cocooning you in warmth and safety. Though he trembles beneath you, König gently nudges your forehead off of his shoulder so he can place a gentle kiss on your nose, then your cheek, and finally your lips, his cock spurting the last of his cum inside of you
Once he's sure you're both fucked out and blissful, he slides you off of his lap in order to inspect the mess on his thighs. Unsurprising to the both of you, some of his cum has managed to leak out of you, but he scoops it up and carefully slides it back into you, already half-hard at the thought of possibly fucking it back in you instead
“Do you really think I’d make a good mom?” you ask after he’s fetched you some water and a snack to nibble on. “Or was that just your way of going bareback?”
He playfully wrinkles his nose at your remark, and grins when you let out a snort. “I think you’d make the best mutter.” And his voice is so benevolent, full of so much adoration and love, that you can’t help but shyly smile up at him. He’s quick to place a chaste kiss on the crown of your head before getting up to wipe the sweat that gathered on his body, and you quickly swat at his bottom before he has a chance to dodge your hand
“What if I’m not pregnant though?”
The grin he flashes at you is such a perfect mixture of boyish and wolfish that, just for a breath, you forget what his profession is and good at it he is. “Then we’ll have to keep trying, won’t we?”
You have a funny feeling you’re going to be awfully busy for the next few months
there's something almost animalistic about the way könig behaves during combat. the lifelessness in his eyes, the blood and sweat dripping from every part of his body.
in a weird way, it fascinates you.
and in an unspeakable way, it turns you on more than you care to admit.
that's why, when the two of you were finally alone in the medic tent after hours, your heart started pounding.
"who did this to you, Hase?"
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It was down to you and König, the last two left in the middle of the action. Neither of you had made it to the truck yet, and you could hear the sound of your fellow task force members yelling through the walkie-talkie to you. Blood ran down your neck, your chin drenched with the hot, crimson liquid as you limped towards a small section of a deserted hallway. The sounds of gunshots ringing through the air pounded in your ears, causing you to wince and mentally brace yourself.
The cut in your thigh wasn't life-threatening, but it was enough to slow you down, so in the middle of the battlefield? That meant you were dead meat. And you knew that-- you're a smart girl, after all. That's how you got to this point in the first place. And since you were so smart, the man who had slashed you in the leg was no longer alive. The blood on your chin was from where you bit into his neck, your hands pinned behind you against the wall as he raised his knife once more. It was like something inside you clicked, and your fight or flight mode was put into gear. And holy hell, you chose to fight. The man had a chunk of his throat taken out, and you watched as he slumped onto the floor, looking up at you with wide, shocked eyes.
Well, that was until you put a bullet in his head.
You blinked away the memories, letting out a shaky breath. You weren't there right now-- you weren't underneath that man, you were moments away from getting back to base. You just had to wait here until they located you, right? Right.
The sound of surprised grunts and bodies hitting the floor sent a wave of fear into your heart as you twisted your head in the direction of the noise. Fuck, you thought, your hand holding steady on the trigger of your gun. It sounded like something was barreling through the different men due to the amount of screams and gunshots you heard. You had no idea what was coming your way, and you didn't exactly want to just sit there like a flightless bird. But you didn't exactly have a choice now, did you? The wound in your thigh was throbbing with hot, searing pain, even as you stood still. It took more strength than you had to just get to a secluded spot, and you didn't have enough to start booking it out of the warehouse.
The noises stalled, an eerie amount of silence washing over the previously echoing hallway. You swallowed the thick feeling of fear creeping up your throat, frantically wiping away the bead of sweat that was trailing down your forehead.
Footsteps.
No, the sound of someone *racing* down the hall sent fear running through you, the heat of the summer sun seemingly dissolving as cold terror caused you to shudder in place. You watched as an enemy soldier ran down the hallway, his armor falling off with every step, his clothing torn and bloody. The eye protection they all wore wasn't on his face, letting you see the sheer terror on his face. It was like watching a mouse run from a bear, the impending doom of its circumstance overwhelming the entirety of the animal.
And then you saw him. König. Your colonel.
He wasn't running, but the length of his legs allowed him to catch up with a smaller man almost too quickly. His eyes were calm, devoid of the man you knew outside of the field. It was like they were red with pure, unadulterated rage as he gripped the man's shoulders, throwing him against the wall like a rag doll. The soldier yelled out in pain, and you winced as you heard the familiar sound of bones cracking. König stalked over to the man slowly, absolutely towering over him. He didn't even spare you a glance before pulling out his dagger and picking up the soldier by the collar of his tattered shirt. With an unnaturally swift movement, he shoved the dagger deep into the man's neck, dragging it down as the man choked on his own blood.
You watched in fear and awe as he completely decimated the man so seamlessly, your eyes wide and your jaw slack. König let his body drop to the ground with an unceremonious thump, his chest heaving and his hands gripped into tight, large fists. His ragged, heavy breathing filled the now quiet room, and you could've sworn you would've been able to hear the blood from your leg dripping to the floor.
König slowly lifted his head up to look over at you, his eyes wild and his armor utterly soaked in other people's blood. You didn't know what to say. In fact, you didn't know if you could speak, even if the words came to you. All you could do was attempt to meet that rage-filled gaze without averting your eyes.
His gaze flickered to the obvious wound on your thigh, his fists tightening ever so slightly. He sniffled, and, without another word, stalked over to you. Your chin raised up, inch by inch, to meet his looming presence, your heartbeat beginning to race. Still silent, save for a few grunts and pants, he picked you up.
Your body tensed as his strong, broad arms wrapped around you, your frame cradled against his red-smeared chest. Again, for once in your goddamn life, you were speechless. He was an entirely different man like this. No, he wasn't a fucking man like this-- he was like a feral animal.
And, much to your dismay, that thought sent a delicious tingling sensation straight between your thighs. But you'd never admit that. Well, until he coaxed it out of you.
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After a silent ride back to the makeshift base your team had set up, König lifted you out of the truck bed, your eyes a bit glossed over from the pain. His eyes weren't on you, no, they were solely focused on the medic tent he was stomping towards. He only used one arm to hold you up as he made his way there, tightly gripping your waist as his arm curled around you. Your body lay limp against his frame, your breathing shallow and hoarse from how many expletives you screamed out with every bump in the road during the ride back. Every rock the truck went over, every dip in the road, made your thigh bounce, reopening the wound to its full extent.
König ducked down to enter the medicinal tent, laying you flat on your back as he looked at the young man who was cleaning up an injured, surface-level wound on another soldier.
"Fix," he hissed, narrowing his eyes at the man. Your eyes fluttered shut and you tugged on your lower lip, biting back another curse of pain as the young medic dragged you a little closer to him to get a better look at the wound on your leg.
König didn't really like this. "Be fucking gentle with her, Blvdes Arschloch," he growled, lowering himself to his knees so he could more comfortably fit inside the tent. The medic nodded quickly, obviously a little frightened, and placed a gentle hand right below your wound. König watched intently as the young man began cleaning the wound, his hands shaking from the intensity of König's focus. He was fully trembling by the time the injury was stitched up, but as he moved to wipe up the lingering dried blood on the rest of your inner thigh, König gripped his wrist roughly, sucking in a sharp, shaky breath.
"Leave. Now," he whispered in a gruff voice, which the medic immediately obliged. The other medics had been scurrying around, fixing up the other injured men and women in the tent, but by the time you were all patched up, the tent had been deserted.
You blinked slowly, cracking open an eye to look down at your freshly stitched cut. Your eyes trailed up the length of König's chest, slowly rising to reach his eyes. Your lips parted, hesitation written clearly on your face as you began to speak. "T-Thank you, Colonel. You didn't have to-"
"Who did this to you, Hase?" *Bunny.* He loved calling you that.
Your eyes widened and you propped yourself up on your elbows, scrunching up your face in pain as you did so. "What do you mean?" You asked carefully, furrowing your brows.
"Your..your leg," he breathed, like he couldn't even get the words out without punching the fucking ground. He was protective of his teammates, of course, especially the newer recruits. He had been there before and knew it was scary, so he liked to keep an eye out. But even with all that in the back of your mind, you couldn't quite place where this anger was coming from. König just seemed so...out of control as he looked down at your smaller frame, his hands gripping the fabric of the bottom of the tent as he leaned over you. Waiting. Waiting for your answer, so when he got a name, he could double, triple, *quadruple* check that the person who did this to you was dead. And if they weren't, he would change that.
Realization washed over you as you nodded slowly, dipping your chin bashfully as you averted your gaze. "Um..one of those men. He...He had me pinned, and when he was about to stab me again, I..." you closed your eyes tightly, subconsciously reaching up to swipe your thumb over your lip where the dead man's blood had dried. "I bit him in the throat. Took a chunk out before I shot him in the head."
König felt an odd sense of pride at your words, and his gaze fell to your bloodied face, the way your thumb brushed against the soft skin of your lips. So beautifully tainted, a piece of fucked up artwork, he thought. He had to take a moment to collect himself-- the adrenaline from combat and seeing you so...messy...made his cock twitch in his pants, all of the blood pulsing through his length. He had to look away, turning his head to the side as he remained quiet for a moment.
You rubbed your lips together, your anxiety piquing at his lack of response to your words. He probably thought you were crazy for resorting to such measures, like a fucking rabid anima--
"How did it feel?" His words stirred something inside of you, and you gulped. Why did he ask that? You stared at him carefully, your heart hammering in your chest. It was like he somehow knew how to read you-- like he could tell that you liked the fact that you had killed the man so viciously.
You hesitated for a second, positioning yourself to sit up fully, but he quickly placed a hand on your chest and shoved you down onto your back. You let out a soft gasp as you watched him crawl over you, one hand resting on the side of your face while the other tugged off his hood. You had seen his face before, but not quite often enough for the shock of it to go unnoticed in your eyes every time it was revealed once more. With a shaky breath, you locked eyes with his black smudged ones, the intensity of his expression palpable within the confines of the small tent.
"I asked you, Maus...how did it feel? To have another man's blood on your tongue?" König whispered roughly, leaning his face closer to yours. He smelled like sweat, blood, and cigarettes-- all of which turned you on more than you'd care to admit. His blunt words left you feeling heated and dangerously excited, the heat between your legs growing every time you heard him take a slow breath.
"I..." you began, scanning his face for any ingenuity, any hints of taunting in his words. "I liked it. It was kind of..." You trailed off, averting your gaze by turning your head to the side. With a gloved hand, he gripped your throat, right underneath your chin, turning you back to look up at him.
"Kind of *what*?" König demanded, his eyes narrowing, his face even closer than before. You were breathing hard, now, your chest heaving. He sounded so desperate for your response like he was awaiting some fucked up confirmation that you enjoyed the same dark, intense hunger for bloodshed that he did. Waiting for you to confirm that he wasn't the only one struggling to keep his mind clear instead of taking each other like a moth to a flame.
You bit your cheek, debating on whether or not to admit it. But you could see it in his eyes that he craved that validation, that he needed it from you. And that he needed a lot more from you after that. "It was kind of exciting. I..I liked the rush it gave me," you finally replied, and his breathing immediately quickened. His eyes fluttered shut for a second, his head hanging low as he clenched his jaw tightly. His rose back up, resting on his knees as he straddled you. His hands shook as he trailed them down to your thigh, tracing around the wound that was so carefully stitched up minutes prior.
You shuddered as he dipped his fingers under the torn-up fabric, the rough feeling of his gloves rubbing gently along your inner thigh making your mind go numb. König's other hand gripped your neck as he hovered over you once more, his fingers underneath your pants coated in the remnants of the blood and...something else. He chuckled, an almost threatening noise, as he realized...you didn't fucking wear underwear on the battlefield. He rubbed his hand against your eager pussy, feeling the warmth of you through his glove as he bit back a groan.
It was never something you would tell people. God, you barely wanted to think about why you did it. But, there was something about running around, fear and adrenaline intertwining into one, electric feeling as you fought for your life. The way it excited you, got you going, every kill sending a sensation to your clit rubbing against the rough tactical pants. Feeling your arousal coating your inner thighs as you bled, your face flushing after escaping with your life with scars littering your body. It did something devastatingly dirty to you.
König withdrew his fingers from underneath your pants, making heavy eye contact as he gripped one of his gloved digits in between his fingers. With a throaty growl, he tugged his glove off, hovering it in front of your face. "Open, Hase," he murmured, feeling his erection throb against the tight constraints of his pants as he awaited you to comply. You obliged, opening your mouth wide as he stuffed the bloodied and arousal-covered glove into your opening. Your eyes widened at the taste, panting around the tainted fabric as you swallowed roughly.
With a satisfied hint of a smirk, he nodded, letting his breath hit the side of your neck as he leaned closer. Slowly, he licked the length of your skin, trailing from underneath your ear to just above your collarbone. You groaned, the sound muffled by the makeshift gag in your mouth, shivers running down your spine. He nibbled against the soft flesh, his sharp canines digging in ever so slightly, but not enough to draw blood. Like he was marking you, attempting to display ownership of your already ruined body.
All the while, his hands were beginning to run up and down your body, gripping your breasts tightly before shoving his hand underneath your ass, squeezing the supple skin in his hands. He growled against your neck, playing with your body as if you were a newfound species he needed to unravel every inch of. König trailed his other hand from your chest to your waist before dipping down to greet the opening of your pants once more. Silently, he ripped open the pre-existing hole, exposing your dripping heat to his hungry gaze. He unleashed his mouth's hold on your neck to look at you fully, admiring the way your eyes were so wide, your face still splattered with dirt and blood, your wet cunt practically begging for him.
You looked down to the center of his pants, drool seeping out of your mouth from the glove still rammed inside. Although, at this point, you weren't sure if you were drooling because of the gag or at the sight of his large cock itching for release from its tight constraints. You lifted up a tentative hand, directing it towards his bulge, but he swatted your hand away with an annoyed huff. "No, Mäuschen. Just stay still," he whispered, running a hand through his hair before unzipping himself, fishing out his large, already throbbing length. You choked out a gasp as you gazed upon him, his muscles taut with need as he began stroking himself in front of you.
"Look at you, little Engel," he cooed huskily, tilting his head down at you. "Gagged, injured..nowhere to go. Except, I doubt that my little Hase would run if she was feeling better, hm? Your eyes...oh, so big, but that little pussy of yours," he said, clicking his tongue as he shook his head tauntingly. "So needy, Hase. Soaking wet. You didn't even wear underwear...like you were waiting for someone to fuck you like this."
You bucked your hips involuntarily, relishing in the domineering words sliding out of his lips. He looked so fucking good on top of you, his large body shadowing your own. You couldn't lie-- you wouldn't run. The way he was running his hand up and down his cock, staring at you so intently like he just wanted to devour you, then spit you right back out. It made you so desperate, so anxious for more.
He chuckled once more at your movements, sensing your overwhelming desire. Removing his hand from his own length, he quickly reached down and tugged at the small rip in your shirt, mirroring his previous actions with your pants as he tore open your top. You let out a quiet, gagged yelp, your breasts practically spilling out from over your bra. He growled, cupping each breast with one hand as he pulled your bra down, exposing your chest fully. They bounced out, an excited glint in his eyes as he watched. With one hand still rolling your nipple in between his index finger and thumb, the other gripped his cock once more, aligning it with your wet entrance. You shivered with anticipation, swallowing down the spit that was coating the glove and building up in your mouth.
"I don't think my Engel needs *too* much to prepare her, do you? You're already soaking yourself, so fucking desperate," he whispered, biting his lip as he began rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your slick folds, already causing you to let out a breathy whine. You nodded eagerly, affirming his claim. You didn't want him to finger you, to get you stretched out before taking him. You wanted to feel every inch of his dick pushing into you with every ounce of hunger coursing through his large body, to be fucked like the filthy whore you knew you were. You needed it to hurt at first, to fully appreciate the pleasure he could give you from his size. He grinned devilishly down at you as you nodded, pinching a little harder on your nipple in response.
He toyed with your throbbing clit with his tip, rubbing small circles against it. "Scheiße," he hissed, tilting his head back as he panted, feeling his cock slowly getting coated with your juices. It felt too fucking good. He didn't want to wait--no, he couldn't wait.
With a loud, primal growl, he slammed into you, immediately bottoming out inside of your tight, hot cunt. You screamed out, clenching your eyes shut as they watered, your teeth biting down on the filthy glove still shoved in your mouth. Your throat bobbed as you hissed out a sharp breath, your head craned back, your back arching. He could feel you clenching down around his length, your walls tightening and loosening to try and desperately accommodate his length and girth. "Too big, Engel? I thought my little Maus wanted more," he murmured, rubbing a soothing circle against your thigh, inches from your wound. It sent a dangerous tingle down to your core, blinking your eyes open to watch his movements. You nodded silently, knowing it was going to hurt, but...you needed him to move. To stretch you out even more.
He acknowledged your permission by pulling out slowly, letting only the tip hover in your entrance before pounding back inside of you, causing you to yell out again. You shut your eyes again, but they snapped open as his hand collided with your face roughly. The stinging sensation shocked you, but his face hovering inches from yours pulled you right back into his possession.
"Look at me while I break you," he commanded roughly, gripping your chin with a firm tug as his eyes bored into your own. You whimpered out a muffled 'yes' before your body began shaking with each thrust, the sound echoing within the tight space of the tent. You kept your eyes locked on his, but it was no small feat. Every plunge of his throbbing cock deep inside of your wet cunt made it increasingly more difficult for you to not let your eyes roll back, your body falling limp under his own. Fuck, he liked that. You were drooling around the gag, your own spit and the lingering blood smudging across your face...it made him want to ruin you, to completely ravage you, to claim you as *his*.
König kept one hand digging into your thigh while the other began stroking your needy clit, his mouth beginning to press down against your neck once more. He was everywhere, all over you, every part of him inside of you or touching you. It was overwhelming, all-consuming, and you loved every fucking second of it. The quicker he started rubbing your wet clit, the quicker his thrusts became. His growls reverberated against your neck, flooding your senses. Every grunt and wild moan made you tense up, your chest heaving up and down with speed as you began panting. "Oh, fuck, Maus," he breathed out, almost whimpering from how tight you were clenching around him, how your eyes seemed to plead with his own.
His thrusts were nearing brutal, pumping you relentlessly, over and over again with his thick cock, molding your cunt into the size of himself. He bit down hard on your neck, causing you to squirm a bit underneath him, but he just pressed down harder against you to keep you from moving anymore. You could feel him burying his dick against the hilt of your pussy, rubbing up against every little spot that had gone untouched for so long. He was giving you every reason to keep getting fucking injured, to be pounded into and taken like this as a consequence of letting someone else have power over you. He wanted you to fight back against the people who wanted to harm you, to ruin them, but he wanted to fuck you senselessly and *break* you afterward.
With every stroke of his finger, every bite on your neck, and every time he twitched inside of you, you became more aware of your impending climax. You wanted to hold off, you wanted to keep getting your pussy wrecked by the feral man on top of you, but you knew you were both dangerously close. He reached up to tug the dirty glove out of your mouth, firmly grasping a handful of your hair as he whispered in your ear, "Tell me, my little Hase, where do I cum?" Your breath hitched in your throat at the question, and you tried to act like you didn't know your answer, but you weren't going to deny yourself that pleasure.
"Inside," you breathed out, letting out another throaty, wild moan. He growled loudly, peeling off his body from yours suddenly, his cock still shoved inside. He gripped your waist with two firm, rough hands before thrusting into you faster, his muscles tensing from underneath the tight shirt he was wearing. You couldn't do anything to stop the frantic whines leaving your lips, your body writhing underneath his as you teetered off the edge of release. His grunts increased in frequency, his bottom lip permanently tugged in between his teeth as he pumped in and out of your needy cunt.
As he continued this aggressive pace, you couldn't help yourself. With a final scream of pleasure, your back arched off the ground, and you ignored the searing pain in your leg as you did so. You felt yourself gush around his length, creating a wild, lewd mess underneath your body as you came *hard*. He watched in awe as you tightened even more around his length, which sent him over the edge with equal ferocity.
König kept pounding into you even as he began to cum, finally holding still as he pressed his entire cock into your dripping pussy, shooting spurt after spurt of his thick, hot cum. You were completely filled up with his seed, making your body quake with desire as he held himself there, still buried deep inside of you. Every twitch, every pulse of his cock sent a delicious reminder to your brain that this was not going to be the last time he claimed you as his own, not the last time you were to be marked with his cum.
After a moment of you two catching your breaths, the humid, sex-scented air drowning your senses, he pulled out slowly, watching his own release dripping out of your stretched-out pussy. He groaned deeply as he admired the view, shaking his head in satisfaction as he finally pulled all the way out. He swallowed roughly, sniffing a bit before scooping up your body-- still slightly limp from your..activities-- and placing you down gently on a small cot in the tent. He brushed your hair off of your sweaty forehead, rubbing his thumb against it before sighing.
"Rest, Hase. You did so well for me," he whispered, placing a chaste kiss against your forehead. With a small nod, he tugged his pants back on, leaving the tent, and leaving you filled up and satisfied, despite your injured leg.
★彡non-spicy, but a spicier version possibly in the works
Zhongli expresses his love in a manner akin to feathers upon silk - soft, delicate, passionate. He makes sure you are comfortable at each and every step, prioritising your happiness before anything else. But, Zhongli is allowed to be a little selfish every now and then, no? He is part dragon, after all.
Which is why he has a thing for biting you. It's a bit of an obsession, really.
If you ask Zhongli, your flesh was made to be bitten, marked, and imprinted on by his teeth. How can he help himself when you are so dear to him? He'd devour you whole if he could - but that would leave him lonely, the taste of you lingering only a short while. He cannot have that.
Besides, he lives for the way you gasp and call out his name like a prayer, your beautiful eyes, wide and inquisitive, staring into his own. Its spurs him on, makes him bite you again and again, on any part of you that's exposed to his eyes.
He does it until he's satisfied, your body littered with his teeth marks, some indents a little deeper than others - such as the ones around your thighs, neck and chest. Your soft gasps of pleasure as he kisses each bite mark are music to his ears.
Sometimes, he bites you when you're off-guard. Perhaps you're at your desk writing something, either for work or for leisure, and the curve of your neck and shoulder beckons to him.
He sinks his teeth into that sweet skin that's oh so deliciously exposed just for him - not too rough, but not exactly gentle either. Zhongli wouldn't openly admit it, but he delights in the way you gasp and squirm, your skin heating up in embarrassment.
"Zhongli," you breathe, turning to meet those amber eyes dancing with a kind of playfulness not often seen in the mature, composed man.
"I couldn't help myself, dear. Forgive me." He takes your hand and plants a soft kiss there, and you cannot help but smile and roll your eyes.
And then, his teeth find the soft flesh of your palm and he bites you once again.
"Ah! Zhongli!"
Eyes gleaming, he gazes at you intently, easing you onto the desk. "Indulge me, just this once?"
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*me when I accidentally exit off a page with the fic I wanna read but haven’t clicked on yet bc I was reading the summary and it gets lost in the void*
A/N & Warnings: emphasis on drool, switch!reader, switch!deku, cum eating, face ducking, descriptions of OFA, dirty talk, and that might be it! This is a repost from an old blog, as all my commissions for the time being are tumblr exclusives! Sara, I love you, if you happen to read/find this again!!
He looks pretty from this angle — big emerald eyes practically bulging from his skull. Oddly enough, it doesn’t make you laugh. Instead you coo, hands rubbing at his thighs, watching his face turn more and more pink by the second. He’s amazing — the many facets of his personality — how this man can tear you apart when you’re under him and still turn red enough to put strawberries to shame the minute you drop to your knees.
“There’s no need to be so nervous, ‘Zuku,” you smile, head tilting. “This isn’t your first time, is it?”
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