7. ialwayswantedtotrysounding+experimenting+sex toys+well established relationship+multiple orgasms Rein…Raus…
8. Somnophilia+Mild p*ssy slapping+Orgasm denial+Overstim+Squirting Marriage Rocks
9. Drunk+Sloppy sex+Edging+König is a tease when drunk After the Dive Bar Closes
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König gunplay but it’s you pointing the barrel at his head, ordering him to strip. he’s on his knees fumbling hard with his belt, heart thrumming against his chest as he nervously eyes the weapon in front of him. his face feels hot, the tips of his ears burn. sweat stains his shirt, under his arms, clings to his chest and neck, a trembling “Ye-yes, ma’am” slips out as he tugs down his boxers and cargo pants, thick and heavy cock springing at attention, already dribbling with pre
König winding up at the infirmary and getting patched by Nurse!Reader, you’re so close in proximity he can smell your hair. catches himself leaning in too closely a couple times trying to get a better whiff and immediately balls his hands into fists, keeping them on his knees. blunt nails dig into his palms in an effort to prevent himself from grabbing you outright. he’s feeling hot under the hood as he watches your soft hands meticulously go about stitching his wound, your arm brushing against his shoulder harmlessly as you quietly work. he doesn’t realize he’s pitching a tent until you call him a good boy for behaving so well and pre started spurting from the tip, a garbled moan escaping his throat as he feels a sizeable wet patch form in his boxers
the idea is König insisting on washing your body, something about skin-to-skin contact being therapeutic, you think it’s an excuse for him to lather your bush with your body wash because “She needs care too, Spatz” skip to his ruddy tip poking out from between your thighs, using the slippery feel of soap as lube. can’t do anything about it because he’s nipping at your neck, grinning like a fool whilst alternating between sucking hickeys on your bare skin and kissing the red marks that slowly begin to form, coaxing you into relaxing against his chest by slowly rubbing eight figures around your swollen clit, telling you, “You’re doing such a great job for me, Schatzi” all the while he’s thrusting his hips from behind, thighs slapping against your ass, using your pussy lips to get off
König gunplay but it’s you pointing the barrel at his head, ordering him to strip. he’s on his knees fumbling hard with his belt, heart thrumming against his chest as he nervously eyes the weapon in front of him. his face feels hot, the tips of his ears burn. sweat stains his shirt, under his arms, clings to his chest and neck, a trembling “Ye-yes, ma’am” slips out as he tugs down his boxers and cargo pants, thick and heavy cock springing at attention, already dribbling with pre
König winding up at the infirmary and getting patched by Nurse!Reader, you’re so close in proximity he can smell your hair. catches himself leaning in too closely a couple times trying to get a better whiff and immediately balls his hands into fists, keeping them on his knees. blunt nails dig into his palms in an effort to prevent himself from grabbing you outright. he’s feeling hot under the hood as he watches your soft hands meticulously go about stitching his wound, your arm brushing against his shoulder harmlessly as you quietly work. he doesn’t realize he’s pitching a tent until you call him a good boy for behaving so well and pre started spurting from the tip, a garbled moan escaping his throat as he feels a sizeable wet patch form in his boxers
something about you opening a shaken can of soda in nothing but König’s shirt, drink spilling all over your hand in foamy spurts and him instantly getting hard
Loser!König who begrudgingly came out to a group night because KorTac!Reader said they were going. you’re playing pool with Horangi, placing small bets for fun while the rest of the team watches and drinks. König’s eyes are glued to you as you laugh, face warm when you bend over to hit the cue ball. by your third game he’s pleasantly tipsy, a few beers down. maybe it’s the alcohol, but he finds himself walking towards you. he doesn’t have a plan on what to say, could embarrass himself, but what’s the worst that could happen? unfortunately, he’s too lost in his thoughts to announce himself as he stops behind you. reflexes delayed, he doubles over when your cue stick nails him in the groin. large hand clutching the pool table as you drop your cue, he groans as you frantically apologize. he can’t blame the alcohol for coming in his pants, cum soaking through his underwear
CW: Grinding, teasing, p in v, smut, manhandling(?)
Sitting on König's lap while watching a movie, shifting every once in a while. You can feel his fingers twitch against your hips, feeling him chub up in his pants.
"What are you doing, Schatz?"
"Oh, just getting comfy," you reply coyly. He hums in response, but you keep moving your hips every once in a while, just enough that when you're getting up by the end of the movie, he's gripping your hips and pulling you back onto his lap. Right against the bulge now straining his sweats.
"Uh-uh, not so fast Maus," his grip tightens and he rocks your hips against him, earning a small gasp from you. "Did you think I wouldn't notice you teasing me? I am not entirely oblivious..." He continues to rock you against him until you're a whiny, needy mess, begging for more. He moves one hand from your hip over to the front of his sweats, tugging them down along with his boxers just enough to free his cock.
It springs up, nestling right between your legs, and before you can say more, he's ripping your pants down and sliding into your sopping cunt.
He threads his arms under yours and locks them behind your head, pushing down on the back of your head just enough to keep your head down, forcing you to watch as he thrusts up into you. Your moans fill the living room, eyes rolling back and toes curling as he angles himself to hit that spot that makes you see stars.
"Is this what you wanted? Hmm? Grinding on me during the entire movie... you're scandalous, Schatz."
You can only whimper in response, gasping as he pulls you back a little, forcing you to arch your back. Your arms dangle helplessly, unable to break out of the hold he's got you in.
With another sharp thrust and a grunt, he spills inside you, the hot ropes painting your gummy walls white. You're both panting, and finally he releases, guiding you to lay back against his chest. He stays inside you, petting your hair and brushing a few strands out of your face. He rubs the back of your neck gently.
"Did I hurt your neck, Liebling?" You shake your head. "Good."
He gives the back of your shoulder blade a soft kiss before carrying you off to the bathroom to shower together.
König getting frustrated with fucking you from the back bc it keeps slipping out so he flips you over and puts you in a mating press—I mean, who the fuck said that Doesn’t pull out, for the record, keeps you pinned down underneath his weight watching you squirm with tears in your eyes, begging him to slow down.
Kisses them away, so tenderly, mind you, all the while you’re clawing his back and he’s whispering, “Shhh… I know, I know, I’m here, Schatzi” like he’s not putting you through the mattress. His lips stay peppering kisses on your cheeks until finally, he presses one last one to your forehead, praising you for a job well done taking all of him while he pumps you full of his cum.
blah blah big fight, bruised like a peach, you’re cockwarming König while doting on a busted lip. sitting on the couch, lips pressed against the blooming blue marks on a slightly swollen cheek, you carefully push the hairs away from his face, cooing over all the fussing he’s been doing from the mild throbbing in his groin.
tears prickle his baby blues. he’s not allowed to move, that was the deal. a deep whine claws its way from the proud giant’s throat and you swear you’re trying your all to ignore the molten pleasure seeping directly to your neglected clit. “m’sorry big guy, promise I’m almost done…almost there.”
chastise him when his hips stutter and he thrusts shallowly into the warmth that envelops him, burning with need to spill himself deep inside you. he’ll whine again, “bitte Schatz—” but don’t you give in. he still has a gash over his brow that requires stitching and needs to stay still
drooling over your shoulder, rough hands paw at the soft pudge of your hips while you remain focused on the task at hand, keeping to yourself of course that your desperate cunt tightens around his thick cock at the mere thought of prolonging this torment…
König pulling you against his chest, bulky arms like iron bands around your waist, not giving you any space to move - or wiggle out.
every kiss he presses into your neck sends jolts coursing through your body, overwhelming every sense. it fogs your mind, you can’t think. You can’t be defeated by mere little kisses…
“König- my heart,” you shakily say, trying to pry him off but he doesn’t fucking budge. “Now’s not the right time for this—” You let out a cry when he bites you, face tucked under your chin, he doesn’t seem to want to move. “Nein.” He says sharply, emphasizing his frustration with another bite, wanting to get his way so bad, his voice begging. “Bitte, Schatz, ich brauche dich. I need to feel you around me.”
He presses kisses into your neck with such devotion, anywhere and everywhere, greedy, hungry lips of his trying to cover every inch of skin, where your cheek is, up your jawline, “Please,” he whispers so tenderly, nibbling on your earlobe. “I bet you’re wet…” his sureness over himself should turn you off, but he’s so cocky about you, knows you inside and out. Bastard’s too good at this…you’ve seen him fumble at bars before your very eyes! How’s this working on you… a whine bubbles out of your throat, catching both of you off guard.
you froze. Staying absolutely still like he’s about to pounce on you. König’s eyes are now on you as you stared at each other. You know that look, pupils blown.
“no.” you softly utter. “down boy.”
He doesn’t give you time to say another word of protest, he’s scooping you in his arms and relying that you’ll automatically wrap your legs around his waist so you don’t fall.
“König!” He’s not listening.
He silences you with a deep kiss, already fumbling with his belt. “Mine, all mine.”
He slips in, in one big thrust, his spongy tip kissing your cervix perfectly, he fits like a glove. Your cunt squeezes around his cock, you feel so full, it’s not helping that he grinds his pelvis on your clit. He doesn’t need another thrust, tucking his face in the crook of your neck, all it takes to get him off is to slightly rock his hips into you and occasionally press a kiss to your cheek or temple. “I knew you liked me too…” He cradles your head, allowing you to lean into his palm and your eyes to flutter shut. “I love you…” he whispers so slowly, those three simple words melting your brain through your ears. Again and again he repeats as he makes love to you at a languid pace, neither noticing the switch between languages when he felt himself getting close. “Ich liebe dich so sehr…” it doesn’t take long for him to spill inside you, pressing one last kiss to your lips as you come undone with him.
könig fucking into overstim that boy cant pull out
“I won’t cum inside, okay? I promise,” König whispers breathlessly against your supple lips, voice cracking, “Please, please, please...” You nod at whatever he’s begging for, mind too fuzzy to think, body too deliciously sore to protest. You can feel him nosing further into your skin, tears and spit mixing with his kisses, covering your neck. “Schatz—” His hips move on their own, chasing that searing high. God, you’re wrapped around him so tight, you feel so warm, pussy hugging every inch of his thick cock. He’s so proud of you, proud of you taking all of him without breaking a sweat. He’ll make sure to reward you with his tongue later. König feels the tension building, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. “I’m gonna pull out…gonna pull out...” he chants softly, mindlessly mouthing at your lips, your cheeks. Then, you feel it, his rhythm starts to falter, he’s whining against your ear, rutting into you like a mutt. Then he stills, a loud groan quickly follows. He’s holding you so, so tight, babbling apologetically while he pumps your pussy full of his cum for the third time, “I’m so sorry, Schatzi, Ah—Bitte! Forgive me…you feel much too good.”
König calling for you, a harmless “Schatz?”, coming from the bathroom. Innocent enough. You leave whatever it was you were doing and stand up to join him, about halfway across the living room area, you shout, “Do you need me to get you anything? A shirt, towel maybe?” He just stutters, “N..no, it’s okay, Schatz. Just you.” Weird. But you don’t question it. The door slowly creaks open, your eyes immediately fall onto König’s hairy tummy, rising and falling with every laboured breath. He’s fisting his cock and expecting you not to look away, staring through lidded eyes, so soft yet so hungry. You quickly avert your gaze and cover your face.
“N..no, please. Komm hier, don’t hide...” His accent is thick and his voice raised in pitch. It’s unnerving, you stand there, debating whether to yell at him or not. He knows you’re hesitating and dares to laugh, a steady, purring rumble emitting from his chest. It’s embarrassing, your mind literally telling you “No” while your legs seem more than happy to carry you into the arms of the hungry beast, but ever so fondly König gently pries your hands away from your face, cupping your burning cheeks with his calloused palms and steals a kiss from your lips. “Ich liebe dich,” he murmurs so tenderly it makes your knees weak. Takes your mind off the dirty things he’s about to do to you. Before you can think too much, he’s hoisting you over the washing machine and stepping between your legs, chapped lips never leaving your soft skin. “Don’t hide,” he breathes against your neck, mouthing anywhere he could. It feels so good, so warm, your eyes flutter shut. Mind fizzling with the love he’s giving, it feels like you’re falling when you’re sitting perfectly still.
“I wanna see that beautiful face,” he whispers, “please, sweetie. I wanna hear that beautiful voice when I fuck you.”
He keeps a hand clasped tightly over your mouth, “Shhh…keep quiet, I’m so close…” You whine into his palm, tears stream down your cheeks as he continuously pounds into you. König hushes you, leaning his sweaty forehead forward until it touches yours. “I—I know, I know, baby. Please, fuck—I swear, last one. Just stay still,” he lies. Filthy liar. You can’t remember how many times it’s been, he’s already stuffed you so full of his potent cum. König doesn’t need much to keep you teetering on the edge, just keeps up with the small, doting kisses he brushes over the hickeys he’s left behind. God, you look so beautiful covered in his marks…he makes sure to bite down hard, making it difficult for them to heal later on. It’s a dull, throbbing pain that he makes sure to soothe with his tongue, sucking and kissing on them gently. He drags his lips over to your ear, a wicked grin on his lips, thumb rubbing tight circles around your clit. “I’m gonna…fucking cum, and you’re gonna take it,” he accentuates each word with a thrust, “Every. Single. Drop.” He stills with a groan, hips stuttering, König gives one last harsh thrust before spilling inside. You’re so close but so far, No, no, why’s he stopping now? You sob against his hand, König simply thinks you’re just overstimulated from the harsh fucking. He stops his quick, shallow thrusts and rolls his hips, grinding his pelvis against yours just making sure the spongy tip of his cock presses as close to your womb as he can, filling you to the brim. Hopefully you get pregnant, a dirty little fantasy he keeps tucked inside not voicing it out loud. He’d breed you, all night if he could.
Unfortunately you guys don’t live alone. Was it mentioned that this was a safe house?
“HEY, König! Buddy, you’ve been in there quite awhile, everything alright?”
You pitifully groan as your orgasm dissipates like cotton candy in water. Your tears are so cute, König could just eat you up. He thinks you’re mourning the moment being done, not that you only came once during this entire ordeal. “Shhh, shh…I know, it sucks but we had our fun, hm? Stay good, Schatz.” It takes a bit to clear the arousal from his throat but eventually he speaks loud enough for your teammates to hear, “I’m, uh,—yeah, man. All good. Just a bit busy with something…” He catches you frowning and kisses you between the eyebrows. “Let’s get cleaned up,” he murmurs. “No more pouting. You’ve had enough, you insatiable little thing.”
i come back to this account just to write absolute filth ough no seriously i’m in so much pain rn it’s not even funni
pissy mood cw: period sex
Boyfriend!König who has no earthly idea what’s gotten into you, his beloved Schatzi, his light, his reason for being. You haven’t been acting like yourself all day, honestly, you’ve turned into quite the grump and shot down all activities he suggested with a frown and a groan, even threw a pillow he managed to narrowly avoid aimed straight for his head when he gently urged you to at least get out of bed. With that, he finally decided he’s had enough of that attitude, crossed your room in three long strides and sat his big self right beside you, worry replaced his confident smirk when you curled around yourself and hid under the covers.
Boyfriend!König who wanted so badly to cheer you up, gathered whatever courage he had and said with his full chest, “Do you wanna have sex?” You poke your head out and immediately he felt his face go red, palms turning sweaty, he started white knuckling the covers. Perhaps he was being too forward? Too pushy? Was it just too sudden? Please, Taube, he swears he just wants to make you happy, make you feel good with his big, dumb cock, his calloused fingers, his rough tongue—anything. He felt a whine creep up his throat under the pressure of your neutral gaze, maybe he should’ve kept his foolish mouth shut. He quickly tries to backtrack, “W—we don’t have to do anything, Schatzi. It was just a suggestion…” he gulped.
Boyfriend!König who is elated when you climb on top of him, swinging a leg over his, wiggling and adjusting yourself until you’re comfortably sitting on his lap. Like a good girl, he thinks. “I wanna…” you mumble, arms lazily thrown around his neck, peering at him like he’s about to offer you the world. The minute he got the green light, he starts peppering your grumpy face in kisses and cooed sweet, encouraging nothings into your hair. “There she is,” he murmured, brushing the stray hairs from your beautiful face. “No more hiding from me, hm?” He still had no idea what was wrong with you, chalked it up maybe as one of your off days, it happens. Up until he freed the both of you from those pesky clothes and his thick cock pushed itself with ease, too much ease, inside you. His hips stuttered when you sat down fully, eyes wide and stunned. He blinked a couple times, thinking, Doesn’t this take much more prep? and felt the wet warmth swallowing him whole, hugging him perfectly. His brain short-circuited. You felt too wet, he gave a few experimental thrusts, then stopped.
Your hands slip away from his neck and you banged your fists against his chest, “Nooo, no, König, why’d you stop?” You whined.
Boyfriend!König glanced down like he knew, his stunned expression slowly morphing into a cocky one. “Ah,” was all he said. Now he knows what’s up with his Schatz, and thankfully, he also knows the cure. “Ooh, look what came early…” He rolled his hips, keeping you steady with one hand while his thumb lazily traced circles onto your skin instead of your clit. Goddamn, you wanna move so bad… but he kept with his questions and smacked you on the ass, causing you to yelp when you tried to grind on him yourself. “Why do you insist on hiding your pain from me? Should’ve told me…” He tsked, earning you a second light smack. “You really shouldn’t hide from me…shhh, I know, pretty girl, I know…what is it?” He asked so, so condescendingly, “Komm, Schatz. Talk to me.” Your walls spasm around his fat cock, there are tears prickling your eyes, you quit listening already and all you want is for him to fuck you. “König, please, pretty please, I’m sorry I was a grumpy asshole all day, just fuck me…” Satisfied somewhat with the apology, he kisses your temple and gives you the okay, “That’s it, baby…ride it out.”
Boyfriend!König who watched you eagerly bounce on his cock, finally figuring out what your needs are. All that horrible treatment he endured this morning, could’ve been avoided if he fucked your cramps away? God, if only he knew, he would’ve held you sooner, kept you company in bed all day… nevermind the sheets, sweetie, he’ll change them later. You whined into his kisses, he just kept kissing and shoving his tongue around your mouth, too giddy to think that maybe he’s overstimulating you, and even if he was aware, it’s not like he was going to stop, you threw a pillow at him! Tsk, tsk… he has to punish you somehow without making your cramps worse.
Boyfriend!König whose thumb finally found your swollen little clit, rubbing firm circles around it. He lifts his hips to match your pace, the white cream of your arousal mixing in with your blood made him feel sticky, all what filled the room was the sounds of your moans and the wet smacks of your ass on his hairy thighs. He went faster, leaving many open mouthed kisses on your neck, making your pussy clench. “I can feel you, baby. You’re getting close…cum for me.” He gave a few more firm thrusts before he stilled, arms like iron around you, he came inside. It wouldn’t stop, warmth flooded you enough to make you cross eyed, spilling out from all sides, you cum from the fullness. “König…” you whimper, clawing at his back, he responds by gripping your hips and using your cunt to ride out his high. More blood mixed with his cum, creating pinkish bands around his cock. He grunts, giving one last thrust for good measure, “Just making sure,” he says between pants, “that it’s all in there.”
Boyfriend!König, who’s equally exhausted, lets you slump against his chest while his grip on you lessened considerably. He’s holding you gently now, embracing you while you catch your breath. You feel his lips on your forehead, then on your eyelids, your cheeks, then one final, chaste kiss to your lips. “Braves Mädchen,” he purrs, lifting a hand up to fix your messy hair before he snaked it around you again. “My good girl… feeling better?” You nod, nuzzling your head into his chest again. His heart is beating so fast, the rapid thumping fills your ears. He kisses you gently on the head, resting his lips there for a moment before speaking into your hair, “Okay, sweetie. Let’s go get cleaned up.”
i come back to this account just to write absolute filth ough no seriously i’m in so much pain rn it’s not even funni
pissy mood cw: period sex
Boyfriend!König who has no earthly idea what’s gotten into you, his beloved Schatzi, his light, his reason for being. You haven’t been acting like yourself all day, honestly, you’ve turned into quite the grump and shot down all activities he suggested with a frown and a groan, even threw a pillow he managed to narrowly avoid aimed straight for his head when he gently urged you to at least get out of bed. With that, he finally decided he’s had enough of that attitude, crossed your room in three long strides and sat his big self right beside you, worry replaced his confident smirk when you curled around yourself and hid under the covers.
Boyfriend!König who wanted so badly to cheer you up, gathered whatever courage he had and said with his full chest, “Do you wanna have sex?” You poke your head out and immediately he felt his face go red, palms turning sweaty, he started white knuckling the covers. Perhaps he was being too forward? Too pushy? Was it just too sudden? Please, Taube, he swears he just wants to make you happy, make you feel good with his big, dumb cock, his calloused fingers, his rough tongue—anything. He felt a whine creep up his throat under the pressure of your neutral gaze, maybe he should’ve kept his foolish mouth shut. He quickly tries to backtrack, “W—we don’t have to do anything, Schatzi. It was just a suggestion…” he gulped.
Boyfriend!König who is elated when you climb on top of him, swinging a leg over his, wiggling and adjusting yourself until you’re comfortably sitting on his lap. Like a good girl, he thinks. “I wanna…” you mumble, arms lazily thrown around his neck, peering at him like he’s about to offer you the world. The minute he got the green light, he starts peppering your grumpy face in kisses and cooed sweet, encouraging nothings into your hair. “There she is,” he murmured, brushing the stray hairs from your beautiful face. “No more hiding from me, hm?” He still had no idea what was wrong with you, chalked it up maybe as one of your off days, it happens. Up until he freed the both of you from those pesky clothes and his thick cock pushed itself with ease, too much ease, inside you. His hips stuttered when you sat down fully, eyes wide and stunned. He blinked a couple times, thinking, Doesn’t this take much more prep? and felt the wet warmth swallowing him whole, hugging him perfectly. His brain short-circuited. You felt too wet, he gave a few experimental thrusts, then stopped.
Your hands slip away from his neck and you banged your fists against his chest, “Nooo, no, König, why’d you stop?” You whined.
Boyfriend!König glanced down like he knew, his stunned expression slowly morphing into a cocky one. “Ah,” was all he said. Now he knows what’s up with his Schatz, and thankfully, he also knows the cure. “Ooh, look what came early…” He rolled his hips, keeping you steady with one hand while his thumb lazily traced circles onto your skin instead of your clit. Goddamn, you wanna move so bad… but he kept with his questions and smacked you on the ass, causing you to yelp when you tried to grind on him yourself. “Why do you insist on hiding your pain from me? Should’ve told me…” He tsked, earning you a second light smack. “You really shouldn’t hide from me…shhh, I know, pretty girl, I know…what is it?” He asked so, so condescendingly, “Komm, Schatz. Talk to me.” Your walls spasm around his fat cock, there are tears prickling your eyes, you quit listening already and all you want is for him to fuck you. “König, please, pretty please, I’m sorry I was a grumpy asshole all day, just fuck me…” Satisfied somewhat with the apology, he kisses your temple and gives you the okay, “That’s it, baby…ride it out.”
Boyfriend!König who watched you eagerly bounce on his cock, finally figuring out what your needs are. All that horrible treatment he endured this morning, could’ve been avoided if he fucked your cramps away? God, if only he knew, he would’ve held you sooner, kept you company in bed all day… nevermind the sheets, sweetie, he’ll change them later. You whined into his kisses, he just kept kissing and shoving his tongue around your mouth, too giddy to think that maybe he’s overstimulating you, and even if he was aware, it’s not like he was going to stop, you threw a pillow at him! Tsk, tsk… he has to punish you somehow without making your cramps worse.
Boyfriend!König whose thumb finally found your swollen little clit, rubbing firm circles around it. He lifts his hips to match your pace, the white cream of your arousal mixing in with your blood made him feel sticky, all what filled the room was the sounds of your moans and the wet smacks of your ass on his hairy thighs. He went faster, leaving many open mouthed kisses on your neck, making your pussy clench. “I can feel you, baby. You’re getting close…cum for me.” He gave a few more firm thrusts before he stilled, arms like iron around you, he came inside. It wouldn’t stop, warmth flooded you enough to make you cross eyed, spilling out from all sides, you cum from the fullness. “König…” you whimper, clawing at his back, he responds by gripping your hips and using your cunt to ride out his high. More blood mixed with his cum, creating pinkish bands around his cock. He grunts, giving one last thrust for good measure, “Just making sure,” he says between pants, “that it’s all in there.”
Boyfriend!König, who’s equally exhausted, lets you slump against his chest while his grip on you lessened considerably. He’s holding you gently now, embracing you while you catch your breath. You feel his lips on your forehead, then on your eyelids, your cheeks, then one final, chaste kiss to your lips. “Braves Mädchen,” he purrs, lifting a hand up to fix your messy hair before he snaked it around you again. “My good girl… feeling better?” You nod, nuzzling your head into his chest again. His heart is beating so fast, the rapid thumping fills your ears. He kisses you gently on the head, resting his lips there for a moment before speaking into your hair, “Okay, sweetie. Let’s go get cleaned up.”
Content Warnings: hyperspermia (implied); intercourse; riding (Reader on top); safewords and non-verbal signals; red/yellow/green light system; tapping system; praise; spit
Author's Note: I want to top this giant man VERY badly. This one is for me LOL
Just based on the bulge you can see the outline of? This is going to take time. But you're determined.
"Lie back," you instruct him, palm flat on his chest as you push him back lightly.
Those beautiful blue eyes are wide with anxiety and looking every where but you.
"Eyes on me, handsome." Straddling his lap, you dip your head to catch his gaze and smile softly. "There he is. Remember red, yellow, and green light?"
Konig's eyes are locked on yours and you can see the movement of him swallowing nervously right before he nods.
"Remeber the non-verbal signals?"
He lifts his trembling right hand and taps your thigh once-
"Red light," you nod.
Two taps.
"Yellow light."
Three taps.
"Green light," you smile. "Good boy."
Slowly, rhythmically, your hips begin grinding over that giant bulge in his pants. Once he's panting and his eyes are glossy, his anxiety no longer visible, you carefully pull his leaking cock from his pants and underwear.
"Mein herz," he whines as you spit on the head of his cock, sliding your thumb over the mixture of your spit and his pre-cum.
"Patience," you purr. "Check in."
Three taps to your thigh make you smile and your hand begins stroking up and down his length. Your free hand slips between your legs, further prepping yourself to take him.
With your hole prepped and ready, and Konig's cock twitching with impatience, you shift to hover over that giant cock.
Sliding down on his cock takes time, as expected. What you didn't expect to hear him start rambling in German the further down you go.
"Check in," you say, trying to break into his thoughts and giving his stomach a light tap to make sure you get his attention.
Three heavy taps, so you continue until he's completely inside you. Even your breathing is heavy now - partially from effort, sure, but mostly from arousal coursing through you as he fills and stretches you so beautifully.
"Such a good boy," you murmur. "Gonna move."
Your hips rise and fall, slowly at first. When his hands fly to your hips? Trying to move you faster? You let loose and start riding him with everything you've got.
A shout of pleasure rips through Konig's chest, but you ask for a check in anyway. Three emphatic taps to your hip have you moving faster.
"Fuck, Konig!" A moan slips from your lips and your palms fall to his chest for leverage. "Don't hold back. Cum for me," you demand.
Panic floods his eyes and you get two taps to the thigh so you slow.
"It'll be too much. You won't like it," he mumbles.
"Do you trust me? If I tell you I can handle it, that I want it, do you trust me to tell the truth?"
His eyes search yours for a moment then he nods.
"Then cum in me like a good boy, Konig," you purr, picking up speed again.
Three more bounces has him holding your hips to his lap as he completely fills your insides. His cum leaks out around his cock as your body just can't contain it all.
Since he's holding you to his lap, you grind your hips over his until the coil in your core snaps and you gasp in pleasure. He holds your hips firmly against his until the ropes of cum spurting into you slow to a stop.
Three taps to your hip tell you he's ok so you smile and lean down to kiss his forehead.
"You did so good, sweetheart. Let's go get cleaned up, ok?"
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