cw; size difference, size kink, reader is described as petite, dom!könig x afab!reader. MDNI 18+
könig loves watching you struggle. he adores the sight; your eyes glisten as you ease yourself down onto his weeping dick, attempting to ride him for the first time. his shaft is glossy and swollen inside of your pretty cunt, twitching inside of your sticky sex with pearly, glassy drops of your pleasure coating his shaft. perhaps könig gets off to your size difference a little too much, obsessed with your small cunt wrapped around his meaty, girthy dick, the tightness leaving him fucked-out stupid and breathless.
your sounds are pathetic and full of struggle and pain. despite the burn between your thighs, you're left moaning and mewling like a pup in heat, könig's large hands gripping your waist firmly to hold you still, pushing you further down onto his lengthy dick in the hopes that you'll take nearly every inch of his dick. you whine out needily, your hands small in contrast to könig's as you bury them in his locks of ginger hair, feeling the tip of his weeping dick nuzzle against your cervix.
könig likes to tease you for being short. he can't keep his filthy, perverted gaze off of you when you're wearing a t-shirt of his, the smell of his cologne sticking to your skin. it leaves him beyond feral with his hard boner drooling inside of his boxers. he lifts you up and pushing you against the wall, pushing his t-shirt up so he can have access to your bare cunny, before sliding his bulbous dick into your folds while he praises you for being so quiet and still, for not squirming despite the throbbing pulse between your legs.
könig will thrust and rock his broad, thick hips against you slowly while you tremble and stumble over your words, struggling to take someone of his size. each gentle thrust causes a moan to flow from your lips, tears running down your cheeks, and a sticky, creamy mess left between your supple thighs. you can feel könig's firm grip on your tight rear, his grasp bound to leave indents and marks along your skin. könig fucks his hot and lengthy dick into your wet, slick hole while you mewl out through the delirious sensation and the pounding ache.
“that’s it, little lamb... relax into my touch and take whatever i offer you, schatzchen.”
hmmm...🌷mean könig with no regards for your feelings!! even if you're just hooking up random, expect to be spit at and slapped while you moan out, sore but addicted.
feel free to ignore/delete! ILY! mwah☀️☀️
(gn!reader, mdni 18+, tw: dubcon)
orlaaaa!!! 😚❤️ sorry this took so long bAHAHA könig however? not so sorry. not even in the slightest
könig is a busy man, fucks on his own time. he makes time in order to do so, so shouldn't you be appreciative of that? shouldn't you thank him for being so considerate of taking care of your needs? i mean, he's mainly taking care of his own needs but wouldn't it work either way?
it hurts at this point. i know it does, because you've cum so many times you aren't sure you can anymore :( i know he's just plowing into you though, squatting over you and driving his hips into yours while your legs are hung over his shoulders or trapped in the crooks of his elbows. you couldn't run from him if you tried. just have to lay there and take it while he brings you to another one.
"no more, no more," you're scratching at his forearms while he claws at your hips. you're folded in half while his pace doesn't stop. "can't take it. can't cum anymore."
könig snarls, grips your face hard so that your bleary eyes can just barely make out his glare. your cheeks are squished and lips parted, giving him the perfect opportunity to spit into your mouth. shoves your face to the side and into the pillows because he's so irritated. the audacity of you to complain! all because he's doing this for you. and for him. the both of you. can't you see?
"just fucking take it," he'll grit out. you're absolutely blinded by the mix of pain and pleasure rippling through you. pretty sure your legs are going numb from being suspended so long. can't feel much besides that brutal in, out, in, out of his cock pressing as far as it can go.
god the stretch hurts. but it hurts so good. you're pretty sure you're crying but you can't really see anyways. can't keep those eyes open for him. makes you all the more focused on the sensations of his dick fucking you open.
"kö..." you stutter out, whining when he pauses to quickly adjust. gives you only a moment of a breather, not even on purpose. "könig, want a break. m'going crazy."
"yeah? crazy on my cock, right?"
"hurts," you huff out. you're squeezing so tightly, that coil in your belly creating this ache in you that you're sure you're trying to push him out. but all that does is make him groan and keep going. god, he loves the feel of you. can't get enough of it. just can't. just won't.
"one more, i promise," he grins down at your pathetic face. you whine out because you know he's lying. it's all in his tone and on the look of his face. doesn't mean it in the slightest, just wants to keep his dick in you. needs to convince you to let him keep his dick nice and warm. "it will feel good, ja?"
"okay," you relent. because even though deep down you know he's lying... maybe this time it'll be different? maybe that gut feeling is really his dick.
"good," he coos. starts smashing his dick into you much harder, grinding it into you so you really have no choice but to take it. könig lets out this guttural groan when you twitch underneath him. "taking it like you're supposed to. like you were made to do."
you try to lessen the blow of his hips with your hands at his torso. there's already so many red scratches littering his stomach from your earlier rounds. don't even know why you keep trying because you're no match for the strength of his hips crashing into yours.
"m'gonna cum," you tell him between long moans. your breathing's ragged. it shouldn't feel this good. should've tapped out hours ago. "gonna cum, please."
"s'because it feels good."
"yeah," you admit to him through a pout. because you can't lie. why does it have to hurt to feel this good :( god, you think there's something wrong with your brain. fucked to mush because of this man. all because he was using you as his personal fucktoy.
"'course it does," he chuckles.
you don't have any warning that you're cumming. you didn't even realize how fast it was coming up on you anyways, it blending with the overwhelming sensations that carried over when he didn't stop fucking you the last time you came. but he knows. könig knows. he can feel it.
it seems whatever higher power is taking mercy on you, because he manages to spill his load inside of you. finally. he lowers your hips so you're back flat against the bed and whine when he keeps himself plugged up inside. he starts kissing all over your face, wiping away the tears and the sweat on your forehead.
"you did so good, so good," he praises.
you're trying to calm yourself down. believe that he's being so good to you. but you can still feel the way he ever so slightly keeps rocking into you. he'll claim that it'll help you. help calm you down because if he pulls out right now then you'll be so sore and it'll hurt even worse. needs to work his way out. except he has no plans on taking his dick out. you know that you'll just have to keep taking it. want to be so good for him anyways. you're sure he's conditioned you to like the pain.
that overstimulating feel of the drag of his cock with those multiple orgasms. it's addictive, to be honest you can't imagine yourself without it when you're with him. yeah, maybe you should be grateful to him. spoiling you so much by making you cum so hard, taking care of you so well to ensure you cum multiple. könig knows what you need, after all <3 even if you don't know it yourself
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grgrgg i wanna suck on musky price's balls :( imagine the weight of them in our mouth, unable to speak or any :(( and he just keeps degrading us ! its even more embarrassing when the others find the new rookie on her knees for their captain, humiliating and using her mouth like a fleshlight :((((
ORLA YOU SPEAK DIRECTLY TO MY DOG BRAIN
cw: lewd!, gn! reader, price is a talker, reader is not, voyeurism?
price doesn't usually talk much during sex other than a smooth praise or a quiet compliment against your skin, but when you have his balls in your mouth and a hand around his shaft it turns him into a chatty beast. hes like soap in that he wont shut up. its kind of incredible to see the shift in his demeanor.
"fuck.. sure got a mouth on you, pretty thing.."
"open up, love.. make sure you relax that throat"
"look even better with my cock in your mouth."
he's almost whimpering when you cup his balls, popping on in your mouth. your eyes are almost rolling into the back of your head at the scent of him. sweet musk and cigar smoke fills your nose. its his guilty pleasure, cupping the back of your neck to push your nose further against him. he will crumble to his knees and worship you if you nuzzle your nose into the hair at the base of him. roroororo
Farmhand!Reader who works on König's farm for a living, only to get kidnapped by Farmer!König.
It's not as if anyone will come looking for you. Your family lives elsewhere and don't bother checking up on you. You're struggling anyways, barely able to feed yourself or keep a roof over your head, occasionally sleeping over at König's house after pleading with him to let you stay for the night.
You'd be better off living in König's basement, taking his meaty cock after a hardworking day, or lending him your hand to get himself off. You're not good enough to work on the farm, but perfect for a cock slave.
Im thinking best friend!konig but he’s so overtly pervy towards reader
König uses your friendship as an excuse to be overly touchy with you, his best friend. 🧩
You're the only one who actually stayed, who cared for him and his mental sake. Throughout König's childhood, people taunted and ridiculed him for being larger than everyone else. They look at him as if he was a freak, a danger to society. People refused to touch him, speak with him, or even look his way out of embarrassment. König holds grudges against these people simply because a lot of them haven't changed.
You, on the other hand, didn't care for the whispers and rumors people would create as an attempt to isolate König. You enjoyed and appreciated König's company. You'd hold him tightly while he weeped in the comfort of your arms, finally at ease with you. Although, König's feelings for his best friend gradually changed and became more... Sexual. He no longer craved a friendship with you, but instead a romantic relationship. Despite his romantic feelings towards his best friend, he held them close to his heart and refused to let them out. He couldn't ruin your relationship, he needed you in his life.
Instead, König would make excuses for his touchiness and perverseness, the way his hands would wander to your rear while cuddling up together, or how he'd play with your underwear while watching a movie together. Occasionally, König would jerk off beside you, excusing his gross and perverse behaviour as being comfortable with you. Don't you want König to be happy and relaxed? Let him do what he wants, Mauschen.
You're hesitant when you allow König to use your body for the first time. You're under the impression that this is a one-time thing. He promises that it's nothing sexual or romantic, but as he enters his mid-twenties, he's desperate for the touch of a woman, to lose his cherished and precious virginity to his beloved best friend. He wants to feel the tightness of your pussy around his hard cock, let you know how thankful he is for you.
“Danke-Scheiße!” König curses himself out as he 'accidentally' comes inside of you, globs of his thick and creamy arousal seeping from the head of his girthy cock into your velvety walls. His breathing is uncontrollable and heavy, with his eyes shut tightly and his cheeks flushed a rosy pink, feeling humiliated as he admires the sticky mess he'd created. He leans his bodyweight down onto you to prevent you from wiggling away and to whisper an apology into your ear before dozing off, to have a wet dream about that fantasy of his becoming reality.
Nurse!Reader listening to König's heartbeat while jerking him off... 💦🩺
You know better than to have an inappropriate relationship with your patients. You're a medic, and that ridiculously tall, threatening pervert spends hours in your cramped office, looking for excuses to stay for even longer, or more preferably for König, to get into your panties. You'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy the attention and adoration, how his filthy touch lingered against your rear when he went to grope you, and how overprotective he'd become. He'd send rookies to another medic's office just for some extra time with you.
König's fantasies go completely crazy at the sight of you in your uniform. There's something so attractive about the gloves you wear. He undresses you with his own dirty eyes while you tend to another wound and gush on his muscular, strained body, cooing at him and giving him all your love, just to rile him up. The texture of the smooth gloves against his scarred and rough skin drives him insane - all he can think about is how lovely they'd feel around his lengthy, leaking dick.
You find it laughable when you press your stethoscope against his chest for a 'checkup'. His heart rate pumps fast in your presence and beneath your gaze, and he's left unable to explain himself as his eyes lustfully wander along your skin and a bulge forms in his pants. Even worse if you're riding him over his clothes and press it against his brute chest, how breathless and desperate he is to feel your soft skin against his. It's perfect when you want control, to humiliate him - especially when he's being cocky and aggressive.
The texture of the smooth gloves against his slick boner drive him over the edge, until he's practically howling out through delirium. He throws his head back as his heart begins thumping against his ribs, each stroke causing another growl to slip from his soft lips. König bucks his muscular hips skyward with your sweet, loving touch, panting like a mutt in heat.
“Heilige Scheiße, kleine Maus–Ich glaube nicht, dass ich es viel länger aushalte...” (Holy shit, little mouse–I don’t think I can take much longer…) König grumbles out gruffly, his tip quickly becoming creamy and sticky with each slight touch, before he uncontrollably shoots ropes of his thick semen all down your gloved hands.
Leave König to rest, while he palms himself over his boxers and has countless wet dreams about this moment. :3
