☆ Day 2 // Praise // König ☆
Summary: He loves to praise you and everything you do.
Characters: König x Reader
Themes: nfsw (mdni), oral (m receiving), PIV, size difference, lots of praise, overstimulation, unprotected
Word Count: 1500
The moment the door was shut behind you, König had you pushed against the wall, his huge frame towering over you.
“Finally I have you to myself, mein kleiner Spatz.” (my little sparrow)
His voice was deep, quiet enough that you could barely hear him, but still clear enough that every single word made you shiver.
He had to bend down so that he could lift his mask, pull you in for a kiss.
The desperation between the two of you was palpable, all day you had been teasing one another without a way to actually release the tension between you.
It was almost ten at night now and the last meeting was finally over and you had been able to sneak away to his room without anyone noticing that you were together.
His big, gloved hand gently pushed a strand of hair behind your ear as he pulled away from you, the fabric of his mask falling over his face again.
The look in his eyes was soft, gentle.
"You're so fucking beautiful.", he said quietly, his hand gently cupping your face.
"Oh, shut up."
You felt your face flush bright pink, struggling to keep eye contact with him.
"No… No, never."
He tugged on your shirt until you lifted your arms, letting him take it off. You were only in your underwear and your skirt now, a skirt that was technically too scandalous to wear around the base but that no one had called you out on yet.
You knew the effect it had on König, that’s why you took the risk of being reprimanded.
His hands snaked around your back, skillfully unhooking your bra and letting it fall to the floor with the shirt.
“So gorgeous.”, he muttered as his hands gently cupped your breasts, sighing as he kneaded your soft skin between his fingers.
Even with the mask you knew there was a smile on his lips as you dropped to his knees in front of him, never breaking eye contact.
He sighed softly as you unzipped his pants, finally freeing him from the tightness of his boxers, pulling them down his legs so he could step out of them.
"I've been waiting for this all day.", he said, hand still cupping your face as if he didn't want to let go of you.
You gulped as his erection sprang free. It didn't matter how many times you had seen it, the size surprised you every time.
He watched intently as you wrapped your hands around him, giving him a few strokes. Both of your hands still weren't quite enough to grasp all of him.
"Shit…", he muttered under his breath as you ran your tongue across his entire length before wrapping your lips around him.
"So fucking beautiful."
You looked up at him, meeting his gaze as you took him as far as your throat allowed you, bobbing your head and coating him in your spit.
"Always so good for me.", he said, you knew even from just seeing his eyes that there was still a smile on his lips.
His eyes fell shut as you moved your hands again, twisting around his shaft as your tongue circled the head of his cock.
"You're so perfect."
One of his hands grabbed a fistful of your hair, not using it to move you, just to have a grasp on you.
He let you set your own pace, just watching you, quiet moans escaping his lips.
You gagged as he hit the back of your throat, too big for him to take all of him.
“I’m sorry, Baby. You’re doing so well.”, he said quietly, the strain obvious in his voice. “But I need to fuck you so badly.”
You nodded as you got back on your feet, legs a little shaky, thinking of what would be next.
He pushed you onto the bed with a gentle shove.
You watched in awe as he gave his cock a few pumps before crawling onto the bed with you, towering over you in both height and size.
“Open your legs for me, Maus.”, he said softly, smiling as you followed his order immediately. There was a bit of embarrassment of baring yourself to him like that, but it subsided almost immediately when he crawled on top of you, fingers gently teasing the hem of your panties.
With a smooth tug he pulled them down your legs, discarding them.
His fingers were back under your skirt immediately, parting your folds.
“Shit…”, he hummed, his masked lips pressed to your neck. “So wet for me already… You enjoy sucking me off that much, hm?” Your eyes had fallen shut, cheeks bright red at his teasing, but you nodded.
“Such a good girl… And just for me.”
You gasped as two of his fingers entered you, curling up to give you the maximal amount of stimulation he could.
“Just for you.”, you echoed.
He had been right about how much it turned you on to please him. You loved his taste, the way he felt, the noises you were able to draw out of him with your lips, your tongue, your hands.
But most of all you loved the way he spoke to you, the way he praised you.
It drove you insane and it made you always do your very best to gain his approval.
You whined as he drew his fingers out of you, slipping his hand under his mask so he could taste you.
“You taste like fucking honey.”, he said quietly before he was on top of you again, lifting his mask so he could kiss your neck, sucking your skin hard enough that you knew there would be bruises tomorrow morning. You’d have to find a way to cover them up if you wanted to leave your room.
He chuckled as he heard you moan.
“Do you want me, Schatz?”, he asked quietly. You knew that he knew your answer, but he wanted to tease you, wanted to make you say it
“Yes.” “How badly? Use your words.”
His hand slipped between his legs, grabbing his cock and dragging it through your slit, gathering your wetness on his tip.
“Please… Please, König, I need you. I need you so badly, I-”
You were cut off when he finally thrust forward. You had to bite back a quiet whine as you felt the ache of being filled by him. It always took you a moment to get used to his size.
“So good… So good for me. Look at how well you’re taking me, mein Engel.”
His lips were still on your neck, kissing you, sometimes biting down slightly.
For a moment he just held still until he could feel you relax under him. You gasped as he slowly started to shift, drawing himself out of you and then fucking back inside of you, mumbled words of praise on his lips as he did.
“Fuck… Fuck, you feel so good.”
He slowly picked up the pace, slamming into you until you couldn’t hold back your moans anymore, desperate noises escaping you with every thrust.
He knew the perfect balance between not hurting you, but also being rough enough to make your mind go blank.
“Touch yourself for me, Baby. I want you to come around my cock."
You followed his command without question, of course you did. Your fingers circled your clit, making you see white as you did.
“König-” “What is it, honey?” He pushed himself upwards so you could look him in the eyes, the mask smoothly falling over his face again.
“Feels so good.” “I know, Baby, I know.” His pace was brutal and you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your release, your breath coming in stutters.
“You’re doing so, so well for me. And I want you to come for me, okay?”
You didn’t know whether it was him getting even slightly rougher with your body, your fingers on your clit or his words, but you cried out as your orgasm came over you, tightening around him.
“Good girl, such a good girl.”
Your hands desperately grasped his arms, seeking something to hold onto as he chased his own orgasm.
“Please-” You didn’t even know what you wanted to say, the overstimulation of still being fucked by him through your orgasm making you almost dizzy.
On one hand you wanted to squirm out of his grasp to escape that ache in your core, on the other you wanted him to continue forever, until you couldn’t form a single coherent thought anymore.
“Scheiße, Baby, I am… So close. I think I’m going to… Oh fuck-” His thrusts became erratic as he came with a growl, coming as deeply inside of you as he could.
You moaned as you could feel him fill you, warmth pooling between your legs.
He groaned as he came down from his orgasm, pulling you close to his chest, holding you against him, your body against his. Your face was buried in the fabric of his mask, desperate to catch your breath.
“So good for me, every single time.”