arguing to fucking - mean!könig
warnings ; german joke, german language, slight dubcon, hair pulling, 18+, smut, slight breeding kink, hyperspermia
it had started with a stupid comment about his nationality. you both were arguing about american foods, about how könig thought this place had no culture of its own, and much— much more. he thought it was funny, but even though you had your own problems with your country, it didn’t mean you liked lies and propaganda to be spread. ESPECIALLY about the culture.
“yeah? well you’re fucking german!”
you didn’t even register what you said, just said the first thing on your tongue. könig made it a point the moment you two started dating that he was austrian. not german.
two separate things. and he genuinely takes offense to it, even if the language is the same. he turned to you, stone wall of a body moving in one quick step, neck tilted like he didn’t quite hear you right, “say that again?”
he made you pay for your insolence, grabbing you by the hair— balling it up in his fist to drag you over to the kitchen table. not enough to cause extreme pain, but enough to tug at your roots, urging your feet to follow.
“wieder?” könig had you bent over the table, elbow digging into the middle of your back as he kept that same grip on your hair. his voice was steady, low and vibrating in your ears.
“didn’t mean it like that…” you tried to whimper out, legs kicking the table, wanting to get out from under him— but the wetness gathering in your panties said otherwise. it was like he could smell it leaking out of you, groping at your puffy pussy with a rough hand, giving it a good squeeze before gathering his fist in the hem of your pants. he pulled them down in one quick pull, letting the tight material bunch up at your thighs— keeping them together.
könig pulled the thin fabric of your panties down, putting your pussy and ass on full display.
“sollte dich immer so haben” he spoke through gritted teeth and jutted his elbow into your spine, a warning, a command not to move from this position. in the dead silence of your shared house, you could hear the metal clicking of könig’s belt, shivers running through your body when you heard the sound of it being whipped out of his belt loops. “Du lernst es einfach nie, oder?”
“Ihnen beibringen, woher Ihre Kinder kommen werden” the tip of his cock forced itself past your tight folds, struggling to fit into the awkward position— wishing to just spread your legs. “Vielleicht hörst du dann zu.”
“I don’t even know what you’re saying!” you cried out in genuine confusion, choking up as könig reached your cervix, threatening to go further if given the room.
“mein armes Mädchen” he was breathless as he bottomed out, thickly calloused hands coming to rest on your hips— using them as an anchor. “Du wirst nicht mehr so viel weinen, wenn ich fertig bin.”
he dragged his cock back, making you feel every curve and vein against your slick walls, hissing when your warmth refused to let him move. “Scheiße, Mädchen” your pussy looked absolutely divine from the back, clinging to him, both holes fluttering from the intrusion.
there was no sympathy for your poor pussy. he immediately started drilling into you, rocking your body against the table, making the legs squeak on the floor. all you could do was press your lips together and take deep breaths, suppressing your moans. könig always hurt a bit when he got carried away. he didn’t even care when he pulled your first orgasm, simply fucking around your pitiful liquid— nothing compared to his thick cum.
he spread his legs wider, pulling you back to meet him halfway, finally giving up with the position— you were too fucking short for it. könig wrapped one thick forearm around your abdomen, lifting you up higher onto the table, keeping your ass up and face smooshed to the wood. “com’on baby, talk to me”
“c-can’t take it anymor-” a harsh slap to your ass made you cry out instead of finishing your sentence, feeling his hand immediately grab at the flesh, pulling your cheeks apart, thumbing dangerously close to your other hole. “in deutsch, stupid girl”
“ja, herr” you mumbled out, speaking in the only german words you could remember. eyes starting to close as könig continued his assault on your pussy, making it and the back of your thighs turn all red. when he did finally cum, you could feel it fill your womb, oozing around his cock and dribbling down your pussy— no doubt already taking. sure to be round with his kids soon. his austrian kids.
just a little funny smutty blurb thing idk :b came to me while i was at the ethel cain concert !! actual convo i had w my german friend once just not the uh pure smut
