gentle!könig, f!reader, overstim!, smut w no pen!, based off this artwork by keqikeru , barely proofread !!
heavy warm breath tickling your neck and the feeling of a handmade mask falling on your face startles you slightly out of your slumber. a groan sounds in your ear immediately after you wake as könig settles himself behind you. it is a familiar noise that fills your heart with elated joy and your clit with a throbbing ador that would make most sick. soft thighs twitch as the giant man slides the blanket off of you, revealing a body clothed by only a tank-top.
a shiver runs down your body again as the air invades your space, goosebumps attacking your skin as königs eyes tear your body apart. a raging heat lights up in your stomach, your back arching slightly against the naked man. a blush strikes itself across your face as he speaks, a grumbling austrian accent that forces your eyes to snap back without a seconds delay. oh how youve missed that sound while he was at work.
hot liquid pools inbetween your thighs as könig reaches around you, pulling you into him. a heated cock nestles itself inbetween your thighs as he does, precum slicking your skin up just as your wetness is. the view of him in your peripheral vision heats your body up even more, his eyes shining through his mask in amusment at your bodily responses. teeth drag into your bottom lip as your sleepy-horny state turns into one of a pure vital need to be pleased.
"Schatz, wo sind deine Kleider", he banters, fingers drenching themselves between your folds as you attempt to look away. head tilted up and away from his gaze, you wonder how long you can truly withhold from the giant man. you dont excactly want to, but the pleasure that konig brings you is an almost embarrasing amount. ether way, you know youll end up filled and screaming as soon as you give in.
being trapped underneath könig is a bliss that overstimulates you in such a gentle way. the man now pinching your clit softly as you ignore him, his hips rutting against your ass. heavy pants leave your chest in waves as he speeds up his hand, using his palm on your slit as his fingers curl against your insides. just a bit closer and he will find your g-spot- and he does, abusing it as you tear up underneath him. overstimulation is an understatment to what he is putting your body through, but you wont complain.
it isnt long before youre coming undone beneath him, squeals of pleasures muffled by your face pressing into the pillow- könig guiding you through without a second thought. his cock throbs against you as you lay your head down on the bed, tears streaming down your face as you finally catch your breath. "Schh, mein Schatz, du hast das so gut für mich gemacht", he grumbles softly, attempting to ignore his own raging need to focus on your pleasure.
soft kisses laid down your spine from beneath his mask as you shy away, loved but oh so embarrassed to be delved into as he did. what you would give to stay here forever...
the heavier the cock the more it slaps down on your cunt- I wonder how loud of a sound könig or simon slapping themselves against you would be.
even better if they just drop it down, letting you feel how thick they really are. teasing you with it until your clit is throbbing and legs twitching 🤭
𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𓆩♡𓆪 1649
𝑪𝑾 𓆩♡𓆪 loving!simon, depressed!reader, gn!reader, mega fluff!! no angst, gore, smut, hinted potential/ideas of suicide/sh, simon takes care of you after being gone for too long, he really does love you.
youre tired- no, youre exhausted. simon has been gone for two months this time, the days passing as if a snail has control of the seconds. during that time you took care of yourself less than you should have, opting to take a shower every other night, then every other-other night, neglecting your hair to the point of it knotting itself into a disastrous situation. food has become something mighty scarce in your stomach, which honestly isnt a huge change from before.
you had always been depressed, reliant on only yourself of course to get you through the sickening greed of that darkness. nothing was something that you were not able to handle, your self-reliance shining brightly as a fluorescent light in a white room. yet, when simon riley stepped into your life, you became the most codependent person on the planet. he had turned you into a mush of reliance and need, your ability to push through that depression by yourself dwindling into pure ash.
now, you sit on the couch, hands tucked between your thighs as your eyes lazily watch the TV in front of you. you arent even sure whats on, nor do you really care, being as though you spend most of your days sleeping anyway and will probably fall back asleep soon. knotted hair falls in front of your face as you shift, nose crinkling as you catch a whiff of yourself. not like youll take any actual actions to take care of that issue though. it isnt as if you dont want to of course, but your body is a brick that has been thrown into water. you cannot get up.
simon has never been gone this long before, of course a week or two at a time but never longer than that. he had warned you, and you thought you understood, but you didnt. you truly didnt until he couldn't contact you anymore until the mission was over, which was a month ago, when your mental health truly spiraled. one moment he had messaged you that he loved you, not shy to put his love on display, the next he had stopped responding completely. panic had truly sunk its fangs into you after that, spitting burning venom into your veins.
part of you truly fears that he might be gone, but the rational part of you understands that he has a job that requires him to make sacrifices. sacrifices that you have decided to take on as well now that you are with simon. but that doesnt stop you from falling into a mental disparity that cannot stop itself from clawing into your tender throat, bringing forth tears that bear no need to fall when around your lover. it is terrifying to potentially lose someone so prominent in your life.
the sound of keys unlocking the door turns your attention away from the blurry television, tired eyes watching as the door creaks open. of course had you been your typical self, youd have jumped to the door within seconds, knowing your lover is the one there. yet you just sit and stare as he walks in, dropping his bag onto the floor with a loud thud. a confused look around from the man you love that ends once his tired gaze fills with you. releif floods you knowing that simon riley is okay, but it is still much overshadowed by your clouded thoughts.
tears well up as you reach out heavy arms, sobs once stuck in your throat now echo around you both as he scoops you up gently. metallic smells fill your nose as you push your face deep into simon, his body shielding you from the outside world- from the dangers of yourself. soft kisses are placed atop your head as the tired man leans back against the couch, his first actual seat in months- but one hed give up now and forever just so you would smile that pretty smile for him.
"fuckin' gutted seein' ya like this love, missed you sum'thin' fierce", deep rumbles leave his chest as he peels off his mask, your head instantly popping up to look at the man infront of you through tearfilled eyes. simon chuckles of course, bright eyes with deep dark eyebags staring down at you with the tenderness of a dove- not a gun. youve never really understood how such a harsh man, one raised by hate and rejection, could be so gentle and kind. it isnt like anything youve ever experienced, nor is it something youll be giving up anytime soon.
"not ev'n a peep outta ya love", simon sighs, disappointment at himself pricking his skin like needles as he stares down at you, a need to take care of you filling up a pit in his stomach. it isnt as though you are truly his responsibility, nor does he see you as one, but if you were one he would take it within a heartbeat. no arguments or stilled responses would fall from his lips- no, only soft blessings and sweet names. you are forever greatful for this fact, even if you speak on it less than you should.
without another word, simon has you fully in his arms, carrying you towards the bathroom, his nose softly on your neck taking in your scent. you cannot help but cringe, pulling away as you are disgustingly aware of how rank your body odor is. simon doesnt seem to care, pulling you closer as he shoves open the bathroom door, taking in one deep sniff before setting you on the toilet. his eyes linger on you for a moment before placing a soft kiss between your brows, his breath settling a familiar feeling of safety in your bones.
although you still sit with an uncomfortable silence, one that drags up the feelings simon spends so much time pushing down. the lost child that is him now finding himself holding your hand as you break apart. he cannot leave you like this again, never again. the next time he comes home he fears you may be in a state that he cannot simply fix. simon riley fears the death of his lover more than the death of his men, a fact he can not hide. yet it isnt as if simon has never been capable of loving someone so, there just hasnt been anyone worthy of such emotions in his life- before you that is.
swirling thoughts and doubts fill your mind, ones that you become stuck on, forcing your brain to shut out everything around you. but not simon riley, never him, youre still keenly aware of his presence, his warmth. there is a an unsettling trust between you two that makes even his comrades a bit out of sorts. one that shows as he stands you up, undressing your body from clothes that havent been changed in days. the clothes are disguarded as he attempts to take the elastic out of your hair as well. your eyes drift to your stomach as he does, a frown appearing as you realized youve lost much more weight than you thought.
simon also notices, a tick in his jaw appearing and disapearing before you even see it. he had spent the better part of his time home attempting to put some weight on you. his realization that your body image is horrifcally distorted from reality had solidified that need for you to eat more as well. sure you arent underweight, but simon riley doesnt even want you close to a 'normal weight'- no he wants you fed and happy. your frown deepens as your eyes catch his pained stare, tears flooding out of your eyes as you cry. knees give out under you, simon catching you just in time before the floor did.
"'tis okay love, let'er out", gentle words and gentle hands set you in the tub, hands still on you as you curl up towards him. warm water sloshes around you, onto the floor, and onto him, but it doesnt phase simon in the slightest. unbeknownst to you, simon riley is setting up a course of action on how to take care of you. listing everything you need from finishing your bath to getting food and water. even planning cleaning up the apartment if he can get you to bed after. everything must be perfect for you, it must be done. if it isnt perfect for you, then it isnt what you need.
the idea of quitting the military itches at him as you grip into his shirt, almost pulling him into the bath as you start to hyperventilate. it isnt your fault, but you blame yourself oh so much for the state you are in. doubt rips out whats left of your sanity, and simon sees this. the military man only has a moment to slip off his pants before he is slipping behind you. soaked underwear and a shirt stick to his skin but simon riley doesnt notice, he is too engrossed on you curling up against his chest. the sight is one that solidifies his louder decisions, ones that he almost certainly knew the answer to.
simon riley will be retiring. he will be staying by your side, loving you, caring for you- making sure that you are okay. this is his final mission, one that he will drag with him into death may he die before you. even if he dies after, he would spend every day tending to your grave, loving you as he did before. yes, he would give up everything for you, and so he will now. you dont know that though, no, all you know is that you are safe. you have someone who will take care of you when you have no will, who will love you when you have no love to give.
you have found simon riley. your soulmate.
a/n this started as a blurb and then I actually fell in love with such a sweet simon who just takes care of you without letting his trauma or fears get in the way !!
𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𓆩♡𓆪 4164
𝑪𝑾 𓆩♡𓆪 lustful!konig, one night stand, m!reader, get called slut once
Sweaty bodies pushing together into a wave around you is almost enough to make you want to give up on your night out. The smell of alcohol and drugs drenches everyone. None of them are attractive enough to sleep with, let alone dance with. Sure there are pretty women but you aren’t looking to do the laying tonight.
This is an awful idea, you know it, picking someone up at the club, but what other choice do you have? Dating apps are obsolete and the dating scene itself is rough.
Frustration is evident on your face as you meet your friends at the bar. The four other idiots had already locked onto their choice of the night, pining for the hardest choices they could ever try for.
“What’s wrong shithead”, your best friend quips at you, eyeing a girl dancing in front of your friends.
“No one hot out there Wendel”, you whine out as you sit at the bar, motioning for the bartender.
Turning to your friend, you let out a deep sigh.
“You’re never going to get her”.
He rolls his eyes, flashing his gorgeous smile at you. If he wasn’t straight you wouldn’t mind having your way with your best friend. But you aren’t the only one who thinks that, with many people constantly trying to hit on him. Many of them succeed, getting a taste of him for a brief moment before being forgotten.
What can you say, he’s a man whore.
Turning to your other friends you flash a puppy dog look at them, hoping they might be able to get you some help.
Before they can respond, the bartender slides the water your way. Confusion brims your eyebrows as you look down at the beverage. Why on Earth would he give you water out of nowhere? You hadn’t even drank yet, trying to find someone without alcohol making them seem better than they actually are.
“Sorry sir but the man down there wanted me to give this to you, he uh-uhm”, the bartender flushes red, playing with his fingers as he stutters.
Landon, one of your other friends, chuckles as the bartender fidgets. Your group is known for being feisty and horny, but Landon specifically is known for going after the staff. He eyes the man up and down, leaning in towards the bar.
“Spit it out boy”.
“Well he said he wants you to be sober when he f-fucks you”, the younger gentleman swollows, turning away in embarrasment after he points at the man.
The lot of you stare at the mystery man in shock, finding it unusual for someone to be so upfront. No one ever slides your group a drink, you do the sliding, that’s typically just how it is. The rare occasion that someone does send a drink your way, they are usually going to ruin whoever it's appointed to, this time it being you.
A group of military men sit around the end of the bar, one standing out more than the others, the same one the bartender pointed out. An odd mask-shirt-thing sits on his face, bleach stains bleeding down from the eye holes. The man is substantially taller than everyone around him, his energy screaming power.
You don’t mind getting water now, wanting to be sober as well as you're ruined by a giant of a man. A buzzing excitement strikes through you as you wiggle uncomfortably in your seat. You can feel your semi pressing against your pants, threatening to grow more. Your mask kink is in overload as you check him out.
“Go fucking get him”, Wendel flicks you as he talks, motioning for you to snag the extremely tall glass of water in front of you all.
The rest of your friends poke at you, giving you encouragement to go talk to him. It isn’t like you needed much anyway, you had already prepared to walk over there as soon as you laid your slutty little eyes on him. Why would you ever pass up an opportunity like this?
A quick check to make sure your friends have your location and you start to make your way across the floor, wanting to get to that man right away. He seemed to have the same idea, leaving his comrades behind to meet you halfway.
He’s taller than you thought, standing over your 6ft 3 frame by a vast amount. If you could guess, he is at least taller than 6ft 6inches.
Now the man is close enough to where you can see him clearly, close enough to smell as well. His scent is as if someone mixed together damp soil and oil together, a combination you weirdly don’t seem to mind.
He's muscular and godlike as he stands before you, adorning a German military outfit with the jacket tied around his waist.
“Lass uns gehen”, he barks out in a nasally Austrian accent.
You swallow, not used to being commanded, but not minding it at all. His command makes you feel like melting into a puddle beneath his feet.
Nodding, you follow the man out of the club, staying a good foot behind him until you two reach a small hotel a block down the street. Of course, you shouldn’t be following a random stranger to a hotel, but who can blame you when the stranger is him.
The silent man in front of you makes his way inside the building, ignoring the receptionist as she greets you both. You give a small wave, not here to socialize with anyone else.
The trip to his room is short, no words spoken between you two.
He turns to you as soon as you two make your way in, pulling you against his rigid body within seconds. His bulge hits the bottom of your stomach, the pressure of it against you sending a burning excitement into the deepest reaches of your body. You’re fully hard now, your bulge sitting right below his.
In a desperate attempt to get friction, you buck your hips against his. The military man groans in response, muttering curses under his breath as he moves his hands down to your hips. His fingers glue to you as he grinds feverishly against you, giving you a sliver of what you truly want.
Are you really about to get fucked in a random hotel room by a stranger? Is this truly what you want?
You internally shrug at yourself, shouting yolo into the abyss that is your head.
A groan leaves the other man as he leans down, sending chills down your spine as his warm breath hits your ear, the complete opposite of the freezing cold air conditioning in the room. His mask tickles your face as you soak in his words, the tone of his voice a drug that you’re already addicted to.
"König, und du”?
“Y/N”, you somehow manage to squeak out, words being lost on your tongue.
He chuckles at you, a deep rumbling chuckle that vibrates your entire being. The man almost seems amused by your nervousness, perhaps to offset his own.
“May I please you Y/N”?
“Please”, the word is a whisper on your lips as you say it.
König’s eyes shine with a feral need as he lifts his mask to his nose, letting his lips nip at your neck and shoulder. His fingers unbutton your shirt as he turns you both, roughly shoving you against the door. You let him do what he wants, hands playing with his pants line as he looks down at your half naked body. A low groan leaves his throat as you whimper, already drowning in your own ecstasy.
Everything but you two falls away, his touch against your skin taking all your attention as he runs a finger down to your nipple, pinching it under his rough calloused hand. You gasp as he tugs, his other hand gripping your hip to keep you still. He’s aggressive, yet makes sure not to overdo it.
“K-König”, you stutter out, wanting more than just a tease after all.
He grunts, pushing his body flush against yours, tongue swirling around in circles, nipping and sucking. The giant man is sure to leave hickeys and bite marks, marking you for all to see after tonight. You can feel his…well endowed length press into your body, warming your stomach in unimaginable ways.
“Was willst du”?
König's question is gentle, commanding even, as he trails his lips up from your shoulder to your ear. His teeth graze the bottom of your lobe as he rolls his hips against your body, blessing your ears with a delicious moan. It’s almost as if he’s lost himself in pleasure.
“I want more”.
A deep chuckle rumbles your bodies as he comes to a stop, releasing your body entirely. Leaning back he tilts his head in feigned confusion, reaching his arms up and back, stretching his body. It gives you a moment to admire how fit this man really is. His body is the peak of physique, muscles twitching in excitement as he relaxes.
Sadly, his mask had fallen down as well, hiding his lips and sharp canines.
He was being gentle with you earlier, that much is obvious.
“Is this what you want? Du willst, dass ich deinen Körper ruiniere?”, König grits out, gripping his bulge as he tilts his head to look down at you. You can barely see eyes, but his pupils shine through the darkness of his hood almost in a warning way. Goosebumps prick up your spine as you nod in response, eager for whatever you can get.
Your body is on fire, an addiction to his touch already forming in your idiotic mind. The teasing has gone on long enough. Part of you does realize though, that this isn’t like any lay you’ve had before, this feels entirely different. It’s slow and gentle compared to the usual quick fucks you do. König is taking his time with you, savoring every moment he gets.
“Yes, please, I want this. I want you to use me”, it sounds like you’re begging as your legs threaten to give out, your pants only agitating your groin even more.
Devilish, that’s the only word you can use to describe how his eyes look as he eyes you. König looks down at you with such desire you want to cum on the spot.
Gripping your arm he pulls you away from the wall. Eagerness runs through you as he removes your shirt fully and pushes you down onto the bed. As tall as you are, you feel small when near him. But you can’t complain, the feeling makes your dick jump in your pants.
“Red to stop”.
Nodding, you watch as he walks over to the nightstand, pulling out a condom and lube. You also scoot back against the wall, wanting to have enough room to fit you both on the bed.
“Planning to get laid tonight were we”?
His chuckle is dark as he side-eyes you.
"Yes, meine Liebe".
You hum, ignoring the pet name as much as you can, your dick desperately trying to jump out of your pants. You don’t care if he randomly chose you, you were going to do the same to someone else. Although, you do kind of wish someone had chosen you specifically, made you feel special in a way.
The feeling of the bed dipping as König gets on rips you from your thoughts, your raging hard on now reminded of why it’s so hard.
His hands are on you as quick as they can be, the lube and condoms set beside you as he positions himself comfortably between your legs. Fire burns through you as his thighs spread your legs apart, his eyes trained on your pulsing member.
“So needy”, he scoffs, running his thumb along your bulge.
You feel his other hand hold your hips down before you can move them, denying you what you want.
“Stay still”.
Nodding, you sit up on the pillows behind you, watching everything he does. All you feel is desire in this moment, lust burning you up like an angry wildfire. You’re sure this man could make you cum within seconds if he wanted to, or edge you until you cry.
König’s hands move to unzip your pants, fingers sliding into your belt loop and around to the inside of the sides. You lift your hips as he slides your pants down, the greedy expression on his face that matches the way you feel inside.
He’s quick to slip them off of you, leaving you in just your boxers- thank goodness you put good ones on today.
A growl leaves his throat as he pulls your hips closer to him, fingers gripping your hips as he grinds his bulge into your ass. You can’t help but moan as he uses you to please himself, precum staining your grey underwear. It’s almost unbelievable how good you feel, wanting to feel even better from the man before you.
One of his hands reaches to your underwear, pressing his thumb down on your tip. An excited gasp leaves your mouth, eyes meeting him in a horny gaze. It's overwhelming how horny he is making you right now.
You can tell that he’s smiling, enjoying every moment that he gets to touch you.
His fingers tease the band of your underwear, tugging them down slowly. Your length bobs out as soon as it's released, jumping a couple of times as you groan. Precum strings from your slit to where your dick was resting before, more dripping out as the cold air around your naked body causes you to shiver a bit.
“Cold”?
Bliss is all you feel as he grips your pulsing member, the response to his question falling out of your mind almost automatically. Your tip is red and angry, begging for even a drop of attention. König’s thumb starts to spread your precum around your tip, covering his hand and your cock next.
Your toes curl as he starts to jerk you off, pumping your dick at a medium pace. His grip is strong, hips rolling into you in unison with his hand. An orgasm rocks your body as he speeds his pace up, finger tips digging deeper into you. Black and white dots cloud your vision as your body shakes, muscles twitching in your legs.
“Did you-”, König gasps, hunching over a bit as he shakes along with you, “Orgasm”?
“Yes-”.
“Makes two of us”.
Your stomach burns as you realize you two orgasmed at the same time, your balls begging for you two to cum together as well.
“Fuuuck, you feel unbelievable”, he gasps out, pushing you down a bit in a rushed motion.
“What-”.
“You will see”, his accent is thick as he lets go of you, your dick jumping in response.
You know you must look either extremely hot naked against him, or, well, really hot. This is truly completing one of your largest fantasies, sleeping with a masked man. The joy is so overwhelming you might just cum a rainbow of happiness.
König grips your wrists, bringing your hands to his belt.
“Undo it”.
“Yes sir”, your response is almost automatic, an accident, but you didn’t think before you spoke.
That doesn’t seem to matter to him, the man chuckling as he caresses your side.
“Good boy”.
A soft moan escapes you as your exposed dick pulses in response to him, your hands undoing his belt. Your hands tremble as you unbutton his pants, unzipping them fully. His length is massive, pushing against his underwear like it might rip itself out. Although the sight makes your mouth water for him, even if he might kill you.
You might be well endowed but you know he is much, much, larger than you. That thought is confirmed as he pushes your hand aside, lifting his hips a bit to slide down his pants. His dick slides out, along with his balls, your stomach knotting at the sight. This man truly is massive in length and girth.
König’s tip is a pretty pink color, the rest being slightly darker than the skin on the rest of his body. It’s uncut, veins perfectly lining the shaft. The shape is symmetrical and perfect, leaning a bit to the left. It curves some as well, pulsing as you watch him lower himself back down. He laughs, his dick shaking as he does.
“Like it, Liebe”?
“Yes”.
He grunts, grabbing your face and forcing you to look at him.
“Yes what”.
Your teeth snag your lip in nervousness, his dick dangerously close to yours with the way he is leaning down. There is no regret in your mind for coming here, you thank the universe for giving you this opportunity, honestly. If the universe let you, you’d do this every day.
“Yes sir”, you groan out, leaning into his touch.
Your dick jumps, rubbing against his for a brief moment. The feeling shocks you, your hips thrusting upwards on their own accord. König grunts in frustration, eyes fluttering as his grip on your face loosens. Anyone can see that he’s close to snapping, his self control dwindling as he pulls away from you, pushing your greedy hips up to stop them.
“You are greedy Y/N”, he pauses, positioning your lengths together, “Sie haben Glück, dass ich noch gieriger bin”.
König doesn’t wait for your response, his hand spreading both of your precum on your dicks, his hand slowly frotting them together as he leans his head back a bit. The feeling is pure ecstasy as you whimper, your hips sloppily attempting to thrust into his touch. You can feel his dick pulse against yours, his precum dripping down onto your agitated cock.
“Scheiße-”, he gasps out, muscles in his bicep twitching.
The feeling of desperation grows as your core explodes, a second orgasm rocking your body as he speeds up. He knows what he’s doing to you, a deep half-moan half-chuckle leaves his body as he leans in more, repositioning his hand so that your dick is fully covered. Legs shaking, you grip the bed around you, his assault on your tip drawing you closer to the stars.
“Nein, nein cumming until I say”, König grunts out, slowing his pace down.
A whimper is given in response, your face on fire as waves of pleasure roll through your body. There isn’t any doubt that this man has you under his thumb already. You aren’t sure how long you can last, the desperation of needing to release haunting you every time one of you moves or speaks- meaning continuously.
“Please”.
König’s eyes meet yours in a heated gaze, his eyes fluttering for a moment as he starts to slowly fuck up and against your length, keeping it still with his hand. A rough moan leaves the giant man as his dick pulses, twitching a few times as if he is having an orgasm. Heavy pants leave you both as he keeps your gaze.
“Bitte was”?
You whimper, eyes closing as he edges you, both of your cocks raging hard and red against one another. Precum from you both mixes together, stringing down onto your body. The air is heavy as he grabs your wrist, yanking your hand towards his slow moving one. It’s obvious what he wants, and god are you going to give it to him.
Both of your hands reach out, gripping your pulsing members in them. The feeling of both of you is amazing, soft skin mixed in with sticky precum. König's hand releases, allowing you to start to stroke, your back arching as his free hands start to dig into your hips. There isn’t any point answering him, he’s giving you what you want, the ability to have more pleasure.
“Scheiße- Y/N-”.
Grabbing the lube bottle, he opens it, putting a generous amount on your lengths. The lube is cold, sending goosebumps down your skin as you whimper and moan, hands clasped together as you stroke. You look up, eyes meeting Königs. You can feel your cheeks flush as his eyebrows knit together in pleasure. An odd look overtakes his eyes, hesitation lingering in his gaze.
Slowly, König leans down, lifting his mask above his mouth. A second of hesitation and his lips are on yours, a gentle soft kiss. Oh god do you almost cum at the feeling, eyes fluttering shut immediately as you try not to falter in your movements. His lips are soft, his mouth warm and harsh against yours. The giant man's tongue flicks out, tracing your lips as if to ask for entrance.
You allow him in, his tongue entering your mouth in a swift motion. The soldier tastes sweet as he explores your mouth, allowing his tongue to have dominance as you speed your strokes up, your hips bucking up from the pleasure. German curses leave his mouth in between kisses, the kisses themself getting rougher as you go faster.
The feeling is almost too good, your hands shaking as you near your limit. Desperate whimpers and moans leave your body as he takes over, his hand roughly jerking you both off as his kisses get sloppy. A deep moan leaves him, König setting his forehead on yours as you dig your fingers into his shoulders, not wanting this to end.
“Do you want to cum?”, he growls, your dick jumping even more, enough precum to use again leaking from your slits.
You look up at him, your eyes mere inches from one another, your body burning with need. There isn’t any way to tell how many times you’ve orgasmed, the number blending in with itself not too long ago.
“Please König- please let me cum”.
König is smiling, you're sure of it as you see his eyes, and it does wonders to your already overstimulated cock. His hand speeds up faster, the noises from your fluids and the lube filling the air, mixing in with your moans. Electricity sparks through you, your back arched, hips wiggling to be even more greedy.
You’re close, you can feel your release building up in the base of your length as you moan and whimper, reduced to a mess under him. One more slide of his hand and you might be done, your veins seeming to pulse out of your shaft. He’s close too, his movements becoming rougher, needier as he kisses down your neck.
His breath is warm on your ear, tongue licking your lobe before he speaks.
“Cum for me my little slut”.
The muscles in your thighs twitch, one of your hands nestling itself deep in his hair as you tense up, your body wanting desperately to follow his command. Heat fills your bones, your toes curling as you tug his hair. A moan from him follows that, his teeth assaulting the shoulder he neglected earlier, surely to leave his mark again.
“K-König I’m going to-”.
Warmth bubbles up, a string of whimpers leaving you as you find yourself spilling all over his hand and your body. Your dick jumps, twitching uncontrollably as warm strings of cum shoot up your chest. Spots dance in your vision as you swim in the clouds, your ecstasy holding you against it like the waves in the ocean.
König groans, whispering a good boy before latching his teeth down on your neck. Muffled groans leave him as he strokes him against your now overstimulated dick, using your cum as lube. Whiny moans leave you as he speeds up even more, his length starting to twitch like yours did. The pain in your neck increases as he finally finds his release.
The feeling of his warm cum on your stomach drives you insane, another orgasm rocking you as he strokes you both together, chasing his orgasm. Harsh pants leave König as he finally slows down, thankfully, your body becoming too sensitive for touch.
His mouth leaves your shoulder, mouth leaving a trail of kisses from your shoulder to your mouth. You gladly kiss him back, enjoying the gentle sensation. Oddly enough you feel safe, your usual gruff headstrong self reduced to a whiny and horny mess.
The kiss ends too soon for your own liking, the soldier leaning back, releasing you both to look down at his hand.
“I would ask if you liked it but…”, he trails off, looking down at the massive mess you both left between you.
A chuckle leaves you as you look at his shocked expression, you being shocked by the amount as well.
“I’d also ask you the same if, well”, you chuckle again, this time him joining in.
König hums, his thumb trailing up your side, “we will do this again”.
“Yes”, happiness floods through you at his words, an excess of surprise flooding into you.
He smiles, something you wish you could see outside of his mask more.
