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𝔗𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤? 𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔇𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯!
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𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔱𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔲𝔤𝔩𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔣 𝔦 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔬𝔫 𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔢, 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔦 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔟 𝔪𝔶 𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔦𝔭
cw: cnc
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
miserable rn so idk shower fic
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
cw: cnc
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
Full Nelson🔞
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.
cw: sweet, sweet torture… fluffy filth. 👑
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.”
brrrrrrrr🏎️💨
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.”
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.
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.
"Good Boy" (NSFW)
Pairing: subby!Konig x softdom!Reader/You
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
yeah…sure… this is fine