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Rent-a-girlfriend!Reader that only keeps accepting Loser!Konig's offers because of just how much he's willing to pay
The thing is—you can't even say he has such weird kinks or quirks that he has to pay for company. Yes, he wears the mask...but honestly, every glimpse of his face you get is kind of roughly handsome, and at least he has the sensibility for a man not forcing others to look at his mug. He likes to nuzzle in your chest or shoulder, mask still on, and you sort of enjoy feeling his warm breath on your skin. You also enjoy the way he always pays double after some intimate interactions and skin contact, even if you didn't have sex after the date. You almost felt bad for milking poor guy dry. He is obsessive and behaves like a loser, but it all compensates with the money he pays you. It didn't even seem like the money mattered to him, he wasn't one of those losers who would spend all of their savings of a camgirl - it almost looked like he had too much money to deal with, opting to spend it all on making you his pretty spoiled princess. You just have to wrap your arm around his and point your finger in the direction of a thing you want - and he'd pay for it. As long as you're okay with talking to the cashiers on your own, that is, since he hates unnecessary social interactions. He has weird kinks, that's for fucking sure. It all started with simple panty sniffing, with him buying you expensive lingerie sets only to steal them back so he could probably use them to jerk off. It then proceeded to making you call him sir in bed and respond like he was your drill sergeant and not the guy who drills his monstrous cock in you...and you can't forget about his raging size kink, either. Doesn't matter if you're on a chubby or thin size. This guy is going to bend you over and take you like a doll without you having to do anything in bed. It's weird, just how meek and quiet he is in everything but the bed - and how it seems that he just takes out all of his frustrations on your poor pussy. At least the payment is good enough you're willing to let this guy eat you out for hours and cum in his pants during it. Just don't be surprised when one day he'll simply snatch you away.
When Virgin!König finally loses his virginity. (🌽)
Oh boy, I hope you're prepared to deal with a literal beast.
König can barely keep it together at the opportunity you've just offered to him. He's gone thirty-seven years without losing his virginity, and to say that he's pent up and overly desperate is a clear understatement. The thought of losing his virginity has him wide-eyed, choking on his words as he nods desperately.
He can barely keep his composure as he rips his trousers off, already dragging you closer to him while pulling your legs over his broad shoulders. His lengthy fingers pull at your damp cotton panties, tearing them off your figure while his hands find themselves up your skimpy, see-through tank top, tugging at your nipples as he rolls his clothed cock against your bare pussy, rutting his growing bulge against your wet heat.
It doesn't take König long to undress as he pulls his meaty dick from the tight confines of his boxers, feeling a couple sizes too small now that he has a raging hard-on. He drags the head of his swollen cock against your tight hole, collecting your sweet, nectar juices on the tip of his stiff boner. His thick, pink tip oozes out pearly beads of his creamy semen, and before you can warn König to be gentle and careful, he's already forcing himself inside. No preparation. Can you blame him? He gets his knowledge off of pornography, he has no proper experience with women.
Your insides feel heavenly and addictive, hypnotising König with each deep thrust. He breathes out through satisfaction and amusement, his sturdy hips bucking into your rear uncontrollably, stuffing your spongy, velvety walls with his twitching boner. He throws his head backwards through ecstasy, his blunt fingernails digging into the flesh along your waist, his grip becoming firm and his pace unforgiving. He can feel the way his large cock twitches and pulsates inside of your drooling cunt, becoming almost overwhelming and overstimulating for the virgin giant.
“Heilige Scheiße, kleine Maus—! Du bist so verdammt perfekt—so eng, feucht und warm.”
König spends the majority of his time watching pornography and getting himself off while dreaming of losing his own virginity for once, and now, he has everything he's ever dreamt of. He's been craving this for a ridiculously long time, to fuck a tight hole like yours. He practically drools and slobbers all over you like a rapid mutt, becoming animalistic and violent with his rough poundings.
He can't stop himself as he thrusts into you mercilessly and relentlessly, groaning and growling, bullying his girthy and swollen dick into your tightening walls while covering your slick and soft folds in drops of sticky load. He pumps his thick length into you forcefully one last time, pushing his broad and well-built hips right up against you as he feels himself completely lose control, barely lasting more than two minutes.
Fuck, you've opened König up to this, and now he's addicted. This is your fault! You better be prepared to take everything he has to offer, until he's passed out beside you, intoxicated and mesmerised by your cunt.
omg I’m thinking abt virgin!konig who literally starts drooling when you let him fuck you for the first time.
18+ minors dni or I’ll be so mad w u
he’s letting out a constant steam of moans, mouth dropped open as his eyes roll back and his hips pump into you brutally, kinda forgetting to check you’re alright beneath him as he ruts away like an animal in heat, relentlessly chasing his pleasure. your head is thrown back into the pillow, just soaking in the feeling of his fat cock finally finally bullying its way into your dripping hole, when you feel something on your chest, something a bit wet, warm and-he’s literally fucking drooling, head tipped back a little above you, spit dripping from his lip onto your tits as he goes cross eyed at the feeling of your slick pussy. he hears when you huff out a small laugh, blinking hazily and looking down to see, before realising what a good fucking idea it is and latching onto one of your nipples, pressing his palms up against your back to tilt your chest into his waiting mouth, force you harder into his face like he needs so badly.
the next day he can’t even speak. he’s so dumb. your pussy literally broke him he doesn’t know how to act, it’s honestly all he can think about. he gets so pussy drunk from fucking anything, just thinking about how you felt is enough to make his eyes glaze over, remembering how you clenched around him makes him stutter over his sentences and forget whatever he was saying. he can’t get enough of it, promising he’ll be gentle and slow and restrain himself-and then he immediately gets lost in it, rutting and humping away, hips snapping with no control and hardly any rhythm just desperate to get as far inside you as he can-
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König with a size kink
Warnings: female reader, size kink, fingering, small reader(not skinny just generally smaller than könig) little bit of p in v (if I missed any pls say so)
When you and könig started talking he compared his hand to yours like a teenager with a crush, only to lay his hand next to his throbbing cock later to see how small your hand would be on his dick. He would find himself wondering how deep his fingers and cock would pierce your cunt and drive himself mad with desire.
Loves to watch you finger yourself because he knows you can't reach nearly as deep as he can, incapable of reaching those spots that he effortlessly rubs with every thrust of his fingers.
König loves to bend you over his lap and finger your cunt for as long as he has the patience to, occasionally pressing his hand against your back to keep you still. He will never get tired of the way your pussy leaks and covers his hand in your sticky juices.
As könig fingers your tight cunt from behind, he can't help but groan as he plants soft kisses on your shoulder. He towers over you in doggy style, pressing his chest into you to show you how much bigger his is. He is much taller and wider than you, easily pinning you in place without using his hands. The hand that isn't deep inside you is rubbing your left hip and waist back in forth in a soothing motion.
"you feel my fingers schatzchen? So much deeper than your small delicate hands, huh baby."
His fingers speed up and press unforgivingly into your g-spot, ensuring you are too fucked out on his hand to respond. If you manage to get a word out, he simply goes rougher and impossibly deeper while grinding the heel of his palm into your sensitive clit.
"Can't say anything back baby? Aw my poor girl is too fucked out on my fingers to respond. Does my hand feel that good baby?"
He coos out teasing questions in mock sweetness, only driving you closer to your impending orgasm. His unoccupied hand travels up to your breasts, palming one of them completely and massaging roughly.
Right as you start cumming on his fingers with a silent scream, he pulls his hand away entirely. He shushes your confused whines before plunging his entire cock deep into your cunt to feel you cum on his dick.
"I love this sweet little pussy, so small it can barely fit my dick. My girl is so good for taking such a big man. Fuck I love you schatz"
König and bondage
Warnings: bondage (könig is tied up), female reader, riding, p in v, pain during sex
A/n: if in real life a guy doesn't slow down or be gentle when you ask, DUMP HIM
König can't bring himself to not rail you during sex, once he is inside you he can't hold himself back. He fucks your pussy raw until you are sore for days. It feels good for both of you, but not so much the next day. So one day you both decide to tie his hands to a headboard so you can go slower but things don't quite go according to plan.
With könig restricted to the headboard with fluffy pink handcuffs, you begin stripping at the foot of the bed while könig watches.
"fuck baby, stop teasing me" he growls out as you strip to slowly for his liking when you are fully naked, you make your way to his naked, exposed form. Usually könig would have you pinned and stretched around his cock by now, it's nice to have control and go slower. You jack him off while sucking on his tip gently, enjoying giving him pleasure without hurting your throat.
"take- take it deeper. Now" könig growls and thrusts up into your throat, getting antsy when he can't fuck your throat.
"patience baby" you hum, pulling your mouth away and climbing up higher. To be entirely honest, the power feels nice, being able to control a giant military man is good for the ego. You rub your heat against his throbbing cock, not putting him inside yet. Just when he goes to complain, you begin pressing hit tip into your cunt, groaning softly when it pops into you.
"just, fuck schatzchen you feel good, take it deeper, take it all the way. now" he growls out, partially using his military voice to command you on his cock. The handcuffs scrape against your headboard as he pulls on his restraints. This is more agonizing than any form of torture he's experienced in his many years in the military. He wants, he needs to rail you into the mattress and he can't.
At this moment you realize just how big his dick is as you struggle to impale yourself on him. The sting isn't as pleasurable as usual and your thighs shake and cramp at the strain of hovering over his length.
"kö I can't, fuck" soft whimpers leave your mouth as you try and fail to sink down on his length. You find yourself begging him to take you, despite knowing he can't grab you. He tries to fuck into you, but can't find the leverage to sink into you as deep as he needs.
"princess, need you to sink deeper. Drop onto me girl, I know you can" he finds himself growing impatient as his cock is uncomfortably cold, your slick dripping down his exposed dick. The sound of wood scraping and creaking fills the room. In your desperate haze you can't quite place what's happening until a loud snap resonates through the air.
"there we go princess, can finally fuck you how you deserve." His chained hands grip your waist and slam you down on his length. He plants his feet on the mattress and fucks up into you as you moan and keen in pleasure.
Sweat lays hair down on königs forehead from excursion as he fucks you from underneath you. His hands squeeze your waist as he slams you down on him, your ass meeting his thighs with each thrust. He feels you so deep his pubic bone grinds against your clit. One of his hands travels down your body to circle your clit and bring you closer to your release.
"cum on my dick schatz, be a good girl and cum for me." He circles your clit faster as his hips begins stuttering their thrusts as he gets closer. After some more rough fucking, you cum on his dick. As your pussy spasms around him, he is pushed over the edge and cums inside of you.
"that's it princess, yeah cum on my cock" he fucks you both through your high. After you both come down from your intense orgasm, he cradles you against his chest to hold you close. As you both pant with him slowly softening inside of you, the realization that your bedframe is broken causes you to sigh.
"and now I need a new bedframe." However you can't bring yourself to be upset after that good fucking. You cuddle into his chest, deciding to deal with the bedframe issue another day.
➥ 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎!𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚛!𝚔𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐 x 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚢!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
➥ 𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜: 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝.
➥ 𝚌𝚠/𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜:𝚙𝚠𝚙, 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚘....𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚛*𝚙𝚎(𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚔𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐), 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚖 𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚐, 𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚜, 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚜, 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚢-𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍, 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚜 (𝚕𝚖𝚔 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐)
➥ ᥲ/ᥒ: 𝚒𝚔 і'𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚣 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛'𝚜 𝙸'𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚖𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢'𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔, (𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚐𝚛ᥲ𝚖𝚖ᥲ𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜), 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚛𝚋𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍! 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𔓘.
halloween was coming up and surprisingly you were actually excited for it finally having a reason to relax, drink and look pretty while doing it. you'd rather be with konig a guy you've been talking too but he told you he had plans sadly, plus you were already invited to a halloween costume party that your friends we're throwing so might as well go, you decide to put together a cute corpse bride costume.despite them being horrible friends you weren't going for them.
you already knew where the party was but as much as you hate car pooling that's what you planned on doing so since you wanted to get drunk and most definitely didn't wanna drive back with a hangover, the party was at an house that jess's boyfriends friend found which is interesting saying as it's only going to be you ,jess, sofia, max, alex in a rural forest area an cabin from what google showed you for 2 days. knowing that you don't like sharing food you decide to bring your own food but you'll be judge you decided to bring your on snacks and quick meals to last the idea coming from a guy your talking to.
jess the supposed best friend texted you notifying that max was on his was to pick you up and they had already headed out and too hurry since it was a long drive there, which is typical behavior of theirs leaving ahead of you and making you rush to catch up but instead of rushing to please them you were going to take your time and get ready even if you were done. also knowing she sent max to pick you up because he liked you despite you telling her how uncomfortable you felt around him solidified how little she cared for your feelings.
you've been friends with jess for so long it's hard to understand why she treats you like your below her, but with the recent therapy, better job and talking to this guy you for outside opinion, decided that after this party you'll never talk to them again and little did you know that would happen maybe not how you planned it but it happened none the less.
around the time you finished packing and your makeup max texted you saying he was outside. you sighed to yourself and dammed yourself for actually being done with everything.
you walked out of your home unknowingly for the last time. you walked down to where max packed his car and got in saying a quick hello hoping he wouldn't attempt to continue to talk to you, but of course nothing goes your way. "yn, can't i get more than a hello?"
you sighed quietly "well what else do you want me to say?" he leaned towards you a little and said "well, a hello kiss would be ideal." you rolled your eyes at him saying a strong "no, now stop ." he raised his hands in mock surrender and started driving.
knowing he'll talk your ear off if given the chance, you turned his radio up and let it drown out any chance of his to pressure you into being with or intimate with you, and got as comfy as you could get in the passenger seat as it was hour drive.
finally pulling up into the driveway of the gated house, you couldn't help but admire the gothic style of the house. max pulled into the drive way and you could see that their was another car there knowing it was jess's boyfriends car alex, sighing to yourself you prepared for anything they might throw at you and got out of the car. max got out right behind you "no hug and no kiss you, must not like me much." he said while smiling knowing you didn't like him touching you as he'd seem to make an habit of not knowledging your no's and stop.
he's never assaulted you but he most definitely didn't take your no's into consideration "yeah, you know I don't give hugs." you responded quickly which was a lie you were a very affectionate person obviously not with him or anyone who was going to be at this party.
you walked up the house steps to the front door and max quickly followed behind you. but before you could knock he grabbed you arm pulled you to him and said "I hope you know I like you, I want you, fuck of you'll let me I'll love you." he paused slightly then continued "a man can only take so much teasing." as he rubbed his hand down your arm and tried to grab you ass but thankfully the door opened.
sofia was who opened she had a massive crush on max, you knew she doesn't likes you but it was always weird when you thought about it. she looked you up and down seemingly angry that you actually came and on top of that with max, like anyone gave you the option. before noticing max a.k.a the reason she didn't like you, despite it being obviously clear you didn't want him.
sofie quickly looked up at him and smiled stepping out to hug him, while she did that you stepped inside and was shocked how pretty it was in the inside as it was outside. seeing the rest of the group you did or well tried to give greetings as like always they ignored you and continue what they were doing. sometime went by when sofia and max decided to finally join everyone inside.
forgetting to grab your bag because you wanted to get away from max, you went back to get it and noticed it was sitting outside of his car rolling your eyes "such a gentleman." you mumbled to yourself. grabbing the handle and looking around the scenery you noticed a tall masked man by the gate but as quickly as you noticed him he was gone.
being bothered by it you went to grab a drink to help you relax, not realizing that no one else seemed to have one. you quickly were filling up a cup you found in the house you could hear hushed whispers coming from the living room where everyone was seated. when you walked into the room the talking immediately stopped as you found a seat and sat. looking around the room filled with jess, her boyfriend alex,sofia, max. looking at them as they looked back at you "what?" you said as you sipped your drink they looked at each other then jess responded "nothing" she paused but continued "its just that when we got here me and sofia think we saw someone walking around the gate." they looked at each other "did you see anyone?" alex finished for her.
being a it's been a while since you had a drink you couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or something else entirely but you felt dizzy and could feel your body numbing you responded to the question but your speech came out slurred "yesh" was all you could say your body and lips felt heavy and soon you passed out.
˚₊‧꒰ა 40 mins later ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
you don't remember passing out but you remember waking up scared, not being able to move you arms or legs much, not even able to scream only slurred words would come out. only seeing max on top of you with a frightening stare that made you regret ever walking into this house, getting into his car, and ever leaving your home.
"didn't i warn you a man can only take so much, baby doll." max whisper into your ear. you stiffen in fear realizing anyone's worse fear is about to become you reality. as he's pulling off your clothes squirmed hoping whatever was in your system would wear off.
as he finally got you skirt down enough for himself the door busted in and the man you saw earlier. funnily enough how tall he was reminded you of konig and you couldn't help but tear up missing him and his pretty green eyes, even though he told you to go you can't help but wish you stayed with him.
before max could do anything or say anything the man grabbed him by his collar, and seemingly knocked him out with a punches to the face. shaking in fear almost getting assaulted now you're going to die by a masked man with a gun. the man looked at you but never at your exposed body.
pulling rope from his pocket he tied max up and grabbed him by his tied wrists. he walked towards you but only grabbed the cover that was thrown off the bed and gently tucked you in and gave you a kiss on your forehead.
his hand smoothing your frazzled hair before he stood to his full height and walked out of the busted door with max dragged behind him. thankful whatever was in your system seemed to wear off and you could finally move though not without staggering a little.
quickly making your way out of the room well as quick as you could go you could hear gunshot. Knowing now it's life or death you needed to get out of this house if you wanted to survive to live you needed to use Max's car knowing that his keys were in his jacket you just needed to reach it.as you quietly moved down the stairs you heard even more gunshots fired knowing you need to speed up if you wanted to find where max was as he still had his jacket on the closet next to the door.
making your way down stairs as quietly and quickly as you could you. you could feel your body screaming in pain from whatever they drugged you with and from being held down but knowing that some crazy masked man was planning to kill possibly everyone in this house you had no time to relax it tend to your pain and soreness.
peaking into the living room you could see the masked man standing over a terrified max not knowing what to do exactly you waited till max started to talk to move using his voice to cover any noise you would make. when you could hear max start talking you slowly crept forward as you did you could also hear him clearer "hey, man listen I'll let you have the girl upstairs if let me go. i won't tell anyone about this, just let me go and you can do whatever you want with her." to hear him bargain for his life with you as you meant nothing but a doll made you sick but what could you expect from someone who was going to do the same to you. you would worry about that when you leave this house.
moving closer towards the door you and max made eye contact" hey! man look at her she's pretty right? have her just let me go!" knowing what he was trying to do you got up to sprint for the door but sadly the masked man was quicker and swiftly grabbed you before you could make it, but refusing to let yourself die like this you quickly fought against his hold but of course it was pointless with how big he was and he tied you up and you could of swore he apologized. he sounded familiar too a german accent you hear from konig and weirdly soothes you.
he kicked jess and laim dead bodies down off the couch and sat you so gently on it that it was comforting after all you've been through. max's chatter to get the man to let him go never stopped until the masked man told him to. "silence." max immediately went silent and looked at you before looking back at him. "do you think you deserve freedom?, no you don't you will bleed out slowly while watching your friends corpses decompose in the forest where no one will find you." not saying a word you kept quiet, max on the other hand didn't have the same idea.
"man, listen i won't tell let me go please. i promise not to tell anyone about this." not wanting to hear it the man moved quickly and grabbed max and alex not knowing what to do your body seemed paralyzed.
"i'll take care of you, liebe (love) when I get back." the man said as he grabbed the last two corpses jess and sofia then he was gone as quickly as he came leaving you with your thoughts. you couldn't help but tear up when thinking about your untimely death that was going to happen in this house. you may not have liked jess, alex, sofia or, fucking max all that much but death would not be your answer for their actions.
you don't know how long you've been left tied up waiting but when he came back he locked the door behind him and took off his shoes and sighed softly knowledging you slightly and walked up down the hallway to the stairs. soon you could hear water going in the bathroom. you couldn't help but scoffed at him he kills innocent people, has you tied up on a blood soaked coach and has the nerve to start bathing like you weren't still there tied up.
when a couple of minutes went by and he seemed satisfied with what he was doing he came back down the stairs and for the first time since he busted into the room he talked again. "i drew us a bath, are you going to cooperate with me." you nodded you head, you wanted to lie to yourself and say it was because you didn't wanna anger him so you agreed but in reality you knew it was because he was so similar to your konig.
he gently grabbed you and carried you up the stairs and to the bath he made. once there he finally untied the rope around your wrist and ankles quickly doing the same to your corset but allowing you to take off your clothes. not once did his eyes leave yours but strangely enough it was comforting too comforting saying you don't know this man and without thinking "who are you?" you voice came out softly as if you didn't want to ask but still his eyes didn't leave yours and he only responded "don't worry about it, liebling (darling). just know i'll take care of you."
"okay" you agreed quietly knowing you can't fight him and once you were fully unclothed he helped you into the tub. your body relaxing into the streaming bubble bath he drew, letting out a happy sigh the man chuckled and began to also undress. startled you yelled " what are you doing." the man continued to undress while talking "I said us, mein hübsches mädchen (my pretty girl)." he paused to look up at you "do not worry, I won't do anything you won't like." he looked back down at his belt the movement of him working on undoing his belt made you look down at the movement too and you noticed something that made miss kitty meow meow throb.
feeling your gaze he looked up as he pushed both his pants and underwear down making you look away in embarrassment. he chuckled at you fidgeting figure but made his was over to get in behind you. sitting you on his lap despite being undress he made no move to take the mask off. deciding that if you were to die might as well ask questions before your death so you asked " who are you? why did you do this? and why am i still alive?" you wait to see if he answers but all he does is kiss your neck though his mask ignoring your questions " would you like to wash yourself or can i, liebe (love)." was the only response you got out of him feeling restless knowing what that meant because konig called you that all the time.
you couldn't help but tear up again and cry wanting nothing more than to go home safely to the only person that cares about you. doing nothing to soothe your tears but place oddly comforting butterfly kisses "i'm sorry, mein hübsches mädchen (my pretty girl)" the man behind you said with such sincerely that you looked at him and noticed that you were staring at your konig, your blue eyed, long haired konig. the man was konig you didn't know if you should be happy or cry harder knowing konig could do something like this.
your body chose for you, your hands shake while you reach for his face feeling konig skin you cried harder. konig reach his own hands up to wipe your tears before tilting your chin up so you meet eye to eye. "i'm-" before konig could say more you kissed him not knowing if it was the near death experience or having to bath with who you thought was an unknown man. but you missed him too much to care about anything else, and with the same passion and, lust, and love he kissed back. his hand moving from your chin to hold your throat and, his other rubbing your lower back moving it's way to your ass.
he turned you around on his lap pulling away from the kiss to suck on your neck. as the hand on your ass helped you grind on his bulge feeling it twitch against you made you wetter. letting out soft moans you reached between you to grab his dick but he stopped you with a hand on your wrist. pulling away from your neck breathing heavily " no, mein liebe (my love). I want to you. I must prepare you my pleasure can wait." and before you know it he pulled you up on his face like you weighed nothing and began to suck on your clit.
your hands reached for his hair and held on as he sucked and licked your folds. "please konig more~" you moaned out " what do you want " he mumble his breath hitting your clit before he gave little kitten licks to said clit. " your fingers ah~please" he pressed a kissed to your clit before he dived back in " mein liebe (my love)" he said as he went to town. you were a virgin and konig knew that but this it's the first time he's been between your legs. "i'm about to cum. please don't stop." you moaned louder feeling the knot in your lower stomach get tighter and tighter when he added a third finger you felt it snap. "fuck~" he kept going not stopping for a second. being though this before he'd want two more out of you before he actually put it in. legs shaking you pulled him away using his hair, and looking at him he looked so pretty with your juices covering his lips.
removing yourself off of his face and back on his lap you quickly kissed him and tasting yourself on his lips and tongue. "put it in " you mumbled against his lips " you sure? i would like to prepare you more." he responded of course you were sure he's been preparing you for months now. " yes, please" you whined slightly he only chucked in response and gave you a kiss on the forehead "okay."
grabbing his shaft as you position yourself on top, his tip teasing your entrance while his lips made their way back to your neck creating even more love bites on the skin. searching once again for your sweet spot when getting the moan he wants he sunk you down on his dick. hearing his moans of harmony helped ease the pain you felt but didn't stop the gasp of pain from coming out of your mouth, hearing this he stopped halfway and began to reassure you. kissing your tears away, whispering sweet nothings, and rubbing your clit to help.
feeling you tightened around him "are you okay? do you want to continue or should we stop." a pause went by before you answered "no! i'm okay, I wanna keep going please konig." konig groaned "mein liebe (my love), please relax, i'm trying to control myself." he said while continuing to kiss all over your face. steadily relaxing you but also drawing little giggles out of you.
relaxed enough for him to continue," you can move now." giving him the okay to move. one more kiss was planted on your lips, before he steadily moved you up and down on his shaft. the slow but deep thrust hitting your g-spot very quickly causing soft moans to leave your mouth. "like that mein liebe (my love)?" nodding your head before you let it fall on his shoulder with your reassure "I'm going to go faster now." and faster he did. replacing your soft moans with louder moans and gasps of his name.
doing your best to ride him, taking one of his hands in yours and trailing it to your clit caused him to chuckle softly. "need it here, huh?" removing your head from where it rested on his shoulder to look at his eyes. "say where you want my hand or I'll stop." when you felt his thrusts slowing down you quickly spoke. "no don't stop please. rub my clit please." trailing kisses down your forehead, the tip of your nose and finally your lips. "there's my girl." he said before quickly resuming his thrusts.
one hand grabbing your ass the other rubbed quick circles on your clit. sending mind numbing thrust deep inside you. feeling you tighten around him he speeding up his strokes and his thumb on your clit. you could feel your second orgasm coming "go ahead. cum liebe (love), cum for me." between his thrusts and his thumb you couldn't hold it long. "fuck, I'm cumming." he groaned out, hearing his moans topping off the orgasm that was building up with a couple more thrust you quickly orgasm with him not far behind you.
the pleasure causing you to faint, when you came to again your dry and dressed in a shirt that's most definitely konig's. looking around the room you noticed the water next to you, you grabbed it and took generous sips of it. hearing a door open you turn to it to see konig coming out of the bathroom seemingly freshly showered with a towel around his waist and a smaller one helping drying his hair.
neither you or konig saying much just enjoying each others presence. konig getting ready for bed got dressed then climb in with you, still not a word spoken between you too. getting settled konig gently grabbed you settling your head on his chest while rubbing the same hand the grabbed you on your back. before you could say more sleep took you quicker then you wished it did, but with your body and mind being exhausted it was hard to fight it.
konig looked down at your sleeping figure and kissed your head mumbling under his breath "sweet dreams mein liebe (my love)." before he fell asleep happy to have you in his arms, safe from those horrible excuse of humans that you used to call friends.
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halloween was coming up and surprisingly you were actually excited for it finally having a reason to relax, drink and look pretty while doing it. you'd rather be with konig a guy you've been talking too but he told you he had plans sadly, plus you were already invited to a halloween costume party that your friends we're throwing so might as well go, you decide to put together a cute corpse bride costume.despite them being horrible friends you weren't going for them.
you already knew where the party was but as much as you hate car pooling that's what you planned on doing so since you wanted to get drunk and most definitely didn't wanna drive back with a hangover, the party was at an house that jess's boyfriends friend found which is interesting saying as it's only going to be you ,jess, sofia, max, alex in a rural forest area an cabin from what google showed you for 2 days. knowing that you don't like sharing food you decide to bring your own food but you'll be judge you decided to bring your on snacks and quick meals to last the idea coming from a guy your talking to.
jess the supposed best friend texted you notifying that max was on his was to pick you up and they had already headed out and too hurry since it was a long drive there, which is typical behavior of theirs leaving ahead of you and making you rush to catch up but instead of rushing to please them you were going to take your time and get ready even if you were done. also knowing she sent max to pick you up because he liked you despite you telling her how uncomfortable you felt around him solidified how little she cared for your feelings.
you've been friends with jess for so long it's hard to understand why she treats you like your below her, but with the recent therapy, better job and talking to this guy you for outside opinion, decided that after this party you'll never talk to them again and little did you know that would happen maybe not how you planned it but it happened none the less.
around the time you finished packing and your makeup max texted you saying he was outside. you sighed to yourself and dammed yourself for actually being done with everything.
you walked out of your home unknowingly for the last time. you walked down to where max packed his car and got in saying a quick hello hoping he wouldn't attempt to continue to talk to you, but of course nothing goes your way. "yn, can't i get more than a hello?"
you sighed quietly "well what else do you want me to say?" he leaned towards you a little and said "well, a hello kiss would be ideal." you rolled your eyes at him saying a strong "no, now stop ." he raised his hands in mock surrender and started driving.
knowing he'll talk your ear off if given the chance, you turned his radio up and let it drown out any chance of his to pressure you into being with or intimate with you, and got as comfy as you could get in the passenger seat as it was hour drive.
finally pulling up into the driveway of the gated house, you couldn't help but admire the gothic style of the house. max pulled into the drive way and you could see that their was another car there knowing it was jess's boyfriends car alex, sighing to yourself you prepared for anything they might throw at you and got out of the car. max got out right behind you "no hug and no kiss you, must not like me much." he said while smiling knowing you didn't like him touching you as he'd seem to make an habit of not knowledging your no's and stop.
he's never assaulted you but he most definitely didn't take your no's into consideration "yeah, you know I don't give hugs." you responded quickly which was a lie you were a very affectionate person obviously not with him or anyone who was going to be at this party.
you walked up the house steps to the front door and max quickly followed behind you. but before you could knock he grabbed you arm pulled you to him and said "I hope you know I like you, I want you, fuck of you'll let me I'll love you." he paused slightly then continued "a man can only take so much teasing." as he rubbed his hand down your arm and tried to grab you ass but thankfully the door opened.
sofia was who opened she had a massive crush on max, you knew she doesn't likes you but it was always weird when you thought about it. she looked you up and down seemingly angry that you actually came and on top of that with max, like anyone gave you the option. before noticing max a.k.a the reason she didn't like you, despite it being obviously clear you didn't want him.
sofie quickly looked up at him and smiled stepping out to hug him, while she did that you stepped inside and was shocked how pretty it was in the inside as it was outside. seeing the rest of the group you did or well tried to give greetings as like always they ignored you and continue what they were doing. sometime went by when sofia and max decided to finally join everyone inside.
forgetting to grab your bag because you wanted to get away from max, you went back to get it and noticed it was sitting outside of his car rolling your eyes "such a gentleman." you mumbled to yourself. grabbing the handle and looking around the scenery you noticed a tall masked man by the gate but as quickly as you noticed him he was gone.
being bothered by it you went to grab a drink to help you relax, not realizing that no one else seemed to have one. you quickly were filling up a cup you found in the house you could hear hushed whispers coming from the living room where everyone was seated. when you walked into the room the talking immediately stopped as you found a seat and sat. looking around the room filled with jess, her boyfriend alex,sofia, max. looking at them as they looked back at you "what?" you said as you sipped your drink they looked at each other then jess responded "nothing" she paused but continued "its just that when we got here me and sofia think we saw someone walking around the gate." they looked at each other "did you see anyone?" alex finished for her.
being a it's been a while since you had a drink you couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or something else entirely but you felt dizzy and could feel your body numbing you responded to the question but your speech came out slurred "yesh" was all you could say your body and lips felt heavy and soon you passed out.
˚₊‧꒰ა 40 mins later ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
you don't remember passing out but you remember waking up scared, not being able to move you arms or legs much, not even able to scream only slurred words would come out. only seeing max on top of you with a frightening stare that made you regret ever walking into this house, getting into his car, and ever leaving your home.
"didn't i warn you a man can only take so much, baby doll." max whisper into your ear. you stiffen in fear realizing anyone's worse fear is about to become you reality. as he's pulling off your clothes squirmed hoping whatever was in your system would wear off.
as he finally got you skirt down enough for himself the door busted in and the man you saw earlier. funnily enough how tall he was reminded you of konig and you couldn't help but tear up missing him and his pretty green eyes, even though he told you to go you can't help but wish you stayed with him.
before max could do anything or say anything the man grabbed him by his collar, and seemingly knocked him out with a punches to the face. shaking in fear almost getting assaulted now you're going to die by a masked man with a gun. the man looked at you but never at your exposed body.
pulling rope from his pocket he tied max up and grabbed him by his tied wrists. he walked towards you but only grabbed the cover that was thrown off the bed and gently tucked you in and gave you a kiss on your forehead.
his hand smoothing your frazzled hair before he stood to his full height and walked out of the busted door with max dragged behind him. thankful whatever was in your system seemed to wear off and you could finally move though not without staggering a little.
quickly making your way out of the room well as quick as you could go you could hear gunshot. Knowing now it's life or death you needed to get out of this house if you wanted to survive to live you needed to use Max's car knowing that his keys were in his jacket you just needed to reach it.as you quietly moved down the stairs you heard even more gunshots fired knowing you need to speed up if you wanted to find where max was as he still had his jacket on the closet next to the door.
making your way down stairs as quietly and quickly as you could you. you could feel your body screaming in pain from whatever they drugged you with and from being held down but knowing that some crazy masked man was planning to kill possibly everyone in this house you had no time to relax it tend to your pain and soreness.
peaking into the living room you could see the masked man standing over a terrified max not knowing what to do exactly you waited till max started to talk to move using his voice to cover any noise you would make. when you could hear max start talking you slowly crept forward as you did you could also hear him clearer "hey, man listen I'll let you have the girl upstairs if let me go. i won't tell anyone about this, just let me go and you can do whatever you want with her." to hear him bargain for his life with you as you meant nothing but a doll made you sick but what could you expect from someone who was going to do the same to you. you would worry about that when you leave this house.
moving closer towards the door you and max made eye contact" hey! man look at her she's pretty right? have her just let me go!" knowing what he was trying to do you got up to sprint for the door but sadly the masked man was quicker and swiftly grabbed you before you could make it, but refusing to let yourself die like this you quickly fought against his hold but of course it was pointless with how big he was and he tied you up and you could of swore he apologized. he sounded familiar too a german accent you hear from konig and weirdly soothes you.
he kicked jess and laim dead bodies down off the couch and sat you so gently on it that it was comforting after all you've been through. max's chatter to get the man to let him go never stopped until the masked man told him to. "silence." max immediately went silent and looked at you before looking back at him. "do you think you deserve freedom?, no you don't you will bleed out slowly while watching your friends corpses decompose in the forest where no one will find you." not saying a word you kept quiet, max on the other hand didn't have the same idea.
"man, listen i won't tell let me go please. i promise not to tell anyone about this." not wanting to hear it the man moved quickly and grabbed max and alex not knowing what to do your body seemed paralyzed.
"i'll take care of you, liebe (love) when I get back." the man said as he grabbed the last two corpses jess and sofia then he was gone as quickly as he came leaving you with your thoughts. you couldn't help but tear up when thinking about your untimely death that was going to happen in this house. you may not have liked jess, alex, sofia or, fucking max all that much but death would not be your answer for their actions.
you don't know how long you've been left tied up waiting but when he came back he locked the door behind him and took off his shoes and sighed softly knowledging you slightly and walked up down the hallway to the stairs. soon you could hear water going in the bathroom. you couldn't help but scoffed at him he kills innocent people, has you tied up on a blood soaked coach and has the nerve to start bathing like you weren't still there tied up.
when a couple of minutes went by and he seemed satisfied with what he was doing he came back down the stairs and for the first time since he busted into the room he talked again. "i drew us a bath, are you going to cooperate with me." you nodded you head, you wanted to lie to yourself and say it was because you didn't wanna anger him so you agreed but in reality you knew it was because he was so similar to your konig.
he gently grabbed you and carried you up the stairs and to the bath he made. once there he finally untied the rope around your wrist and ankles quickly doing the same to your corset but allowing you to take off your clothes. not once did his eyes leave yours but strangely enough it was comforting too comforting saying you don't know this man and without thinking "who are you?" you voice came out softly as if you didn't want to ask but still his eyes didn't leave yours and he only responded "don't worry about it, liebling (darling). just know i'll take care of you."
"okay" you agreed quietly knowing you can't fight him and once you were fully unclothed he helped you into the tub. your body relaxing into the streaming bubble bath he drew, letting out a happy sigh the man chuckled and began to also undress. startled you yelled " what are you doing." the man continued to undress while talking "I said us, mein hübsches mädchen (my pretty girl)." he paused to look up at you "do not worry, I won't do anything you won't like." he looked back down at his belt the movement of him working on undoing his belt made you look down at the movement too and you noticed something that made miss kitty meow meow throb.
feeling your gaze he looked up as he pushed both his pants and underwear down making you look away in embarrassment. he chuckled at you fidgeting figure but made his was over to get in behind you. sitting you on his lap despite being undress he made no move to take the mask off. deciding that if you were to die might as well ask questions before your death so you asked " who are you? why did you do this? and why am i still alive?" you wait to see if he answers but all he does is kiss your neck though his mask ignoring your questions " would you like to wash yourself or can i, liebe (love)." was the only response you got out of him feeling restless knowing what that meant because konig called you that all the time.
you couldn't help but tear up again and cry wanting nothing more than to go home safely to the only person that cares about you. doing nothing to soothe your tears but place oddly comforting butterfly kisses "i'm sorry, mein hübsches mädchen (my pretty girl)" the man behind you said with such sincerely that you looked at him and noticed that you were staring at your konig, your blue eyed, long haired konig. the man was konig you didn't know if you should be happy or cry harder knowing konig could do something like this.
your body chose for you, your hands shake while you reach for his face feeling konig skin you cried harder. konig reach his own hands up to wipe your tears before tilting your chin up so you meet eye to eye. "i'm-" before konig could say more you kissed him not knowing if it was the near death experience or having to bath with who you thought was an unknown man. but you missed him too much to care about anything else, and with the same passion and, lust, and love he kissed back. his hand moving from your chin to hold your throat and, his other rubbing your lower back moving it's way to your ass.
he turned you around on his lap pulling away from the kiss to suck on your neck. as the hand on your ass helped you grind on his bulge feeling it twitch against you made you wetter. letting out soft moans you reached between you to grab his dick but he stopped you with a hand on your wrist. pulling away from your neck breathing heavily " no, mein liebe (my love). I want to you. I must prepare you my pleasure can wait." and before you know it he pulled you up on his face like you weighed nothing and began to suck on your clit.
your hands reached for his hair and held on as he sucked and licked your folds. "please konig more~" you moaned out " what do you want " he mumble his breath hitting your clit before he gave little kitten licks to said clit. " your fingers ah~please" he pressed a kissed to your clit before he dived back in " mein liebe (my love)" he said as he went to town. you were a virgin and konig knew that but this it's the first time he's been between your legs. "i'm about to cum. please don't stop." you moaned louder feeling the knot in your lower stomach get tighter and tighter when he added a third finger you felt it snap. "fuck~" he kept going not stopping for a second. being though this before he'd want two more out of you before he actually put it in. legs shaking you pulled him away using his hair, and looking at him he looked so pretty with your juices covering his lips.
removing yourself off of his face and back on his lap you quickly kissed him and tasting yourself on his lips and tongue. "put it in " you mumbled against his lips " you sure? i would like to prepare you more." he responded of course you were sure he's been preparing you for months now. " yes, please" you whined slightly he only chucked in response and gave you a kiss on the forehead "okay."
grabbing his shaft as you position yourself on top, his tip teasing your entrance while his lips made their way back to your neck creating even more love bites on the skin. searching once again for your sweet spot when getting the moan he wants he sunk you down on his dick. hearing his moans of harmony helped ease the pain you felt but didn't stop the gasp of pain from coming out of your mouth, hearing this he stopped halfway and began to reassure you. kissing your tears away, whispering sweet nothings, and rubbing your clit to help.
feeling you tightened around him "are you okay? do you want to continue or should we stop." a pause went by before you answered "no! i'm okay, I wanna keep going please konig." konig groaned "mein liebe (my love), please relax, i'm trying to control myself." he said while continuing to kiss all over your face. steadily relaxing you but also drawing little giggles out of you.
relaxed enough for him to continue," you can move now." giving him the okay to move. one more kiss was planted on your lips, before he steadily moved you up and down on his shaft. the slow but deep thrust hitting your g-spot very quickly causing soft moans to leave your mouth. "like that mein liebe (my love)?" nodding your head before you let it fall on his shoulder with your reassure "I'm going to go faster now." and faster he did. replacing your soft moans with louder moans and gasps of his name.
doing your best to ride him, taking one of his hands in yours and trailing it to your clit caused him to chuckle softly. "need it here, huh?" removing your head from where it rested on his shoulder to look at his eyes. "say where you want my hand or I'll stop." when you felt his thrusts slowing down you quickly spoke. "no don't stop please. rub my clit please." trailing kisses down your forehead, the tip of your nose and finally your lips. "there's my girl." he said before quickly resuming his thrusts.
one hand grabbing your ass the other rubbed quick circles on your clit. sending mind numbing thrust deep inside you. feeling you tighten around him he speeding up his strokes and his thumb on your clit. you could feel your second orgasm coming "go ahead. cum liebe (love), cum for me." between his thrusts and his thumb you couldn't hold it long. "fuck, I'm cumming." he groaned out, hearing his moans topping off the orgasm that was building up with a couple more thrust you quickly orgasm with him not far behind you.
the pleasure causing you to faint, when you came to again your dry and dressed in a shirt that's most definitely konig's. looking around the room you noticed the water next to you, you grabbed it and took generous sips of it. hearing a door open you turn to it to see konig coming out of the bathroom seemingly freshly showered with a towel around his waist and a smaller one helping drying his hair.
neither you or konig saying much just enjoying each others presence. konig getting ready for bed got dressed then climb in with you, still not a word spoken between you too. getting settled konig gently grabbed you settling your head on his chest while rubbing the same hand the grabbed you on your back. before you could say more sleep took you quicker then you wished it did, but with your body and mind being exhausted it was hard to fight it.
konig looked down at your sleeping figure and kissed your head mumbling under his breath "sweet dreams mein liebe (my love)." before he fell asleep happy to have you in his arms, safe from those horrible excuse of humans that you used to call friends.
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So like imagine any of the cod men putting whipped cream on Ur neck and just GOING AT IT
LIKE DOING THEIR THING
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Or am I judt insane
Hello everyone
Seems like werewolf!soap won!
So I'm gonna do another but with different characters, and if you'd like to suggest fandoms (such as tokyo Ghoul, tokyo revengers, cod, haikyyu)
And etc
Just let me know in the comment's:)
(Side note I only do aged up characters such as 18+)
Hey everyone
This is just an apology and I'm gonna keep it quick and simple
I've injured my right shoulder and won't be able to write
I'm so sorry everyone, and pls take care of yourself
pure könig filth yall i have no excuse sorry
tags: idk how to tag this just smut smut smut smut konig being rough and size kink
i can imagine your first time with könig :(( he’d try to be so gentle with you, but he can’t hold back. he would be fucking into you at an ungodly pace and it would all be so overwhelming for you. he’d try to make it better by whispering sweet praises into your ear whilst destroyinggggyg your insides. when tears start rolling down your face könig would kiss them away and tell you how good you’re makin him feel. that bubble in your stomach finally burst and you came all over his cock. it was so overwhelming but the feeling of him filling you up with his cum seemed to ground you. he would clean you up and shower you with praises before tucking you in and falling asleep
masterlist
smut is tagged with ☆
harry potter:
call of duty:
könig
first time w könig blurb ☆
sub! könig riding blurb ☆
simon ‘ghost’ riley
rough mission? give your bf some head! ☆
johnny ‘soap’ mactavish
john price
lust for life (professor price x student reader) ☆
alejandro vargas
alejandro vargas x thiccckkkk reader ☆
philip graves
oneshots + hcs
141 + könig react to you wearing thigh highs ☆
141 + könig, alejandro,n rudy with thick thighed s/o
141 + alejandro rudy konig graves with plus size s/o
house m.d:
dr gregory house
robert chase
your houses kid and he just wants to treat u good
james wilson
u just wanna have fun but james is mean :(
clear your mind ☆
allison cameron
house is spying on you, cute lovey dovey w my girl
spider-man atsv:
miguel o’hara
a jealous man ☆
riding miguel drabble ☆
brat ☆
hobie brown
music to his ears ☆
peter b. parker
miles morales
earth 42! miles x reader fluff
pavitr prabhakar
the outer banks:
rafe cameron
sub könig blurb beneath
tags: breeding kind of, riding, once again just pure filth
ok he’s big and scary and his dick is huge duh. but he’s definitely such a baby. when you get on top and ride him, taking complete control, it drives him insane. he’ll start to get handsy but you’ll smack his hands away and tell him he can’t touch until he’s been a good boy :((. he hates not being able to touch his darling but he can’t really concentrate on that due to the fact your bouncing up and down on his cock like your life depends on it.
when he starts whimpering and begging to cum you’ll stop. könig will buck into you at an attempt to get you moving again, but you quickly put his antics to shame. calling him a needy whore, cant go a second without being inside you. your words go straight to cock as it twitches inside you, so you made a deal. you’ll let him cum, only if he fills you up. he wastes no time getting work. fucking into you at an unholy speed, hitting that sweet spot that turns your vision into static. he whines things like, “wanna be your good boy” and “wan’ make you feel so good”. without any warning he fills you with his seed. he doesn’t move, not wanting anything to spill out. you use him to teach your own high, moaning out praises like “m’ sweet boy fills me up so good”. you collapse onto his chest, feeling his arms wrap around your body as you both lay there, infatuated with one another.
141 + konig reactions to seeing reader in thigh highs?
141 n koni babys reaction to seeing u wearing thigh highs
nsfw under cut you’ve been warned
john price is a simple man. even old fashioned, if you will. so he does what any normal man would do. sat you on the bed and began kissing down your thigh all the way to your ankle. savoring how beautiful your skin looked in the elegant fabric. he eventually began leaving sloppier kisses against your inner thighs. by the time he got to your dripping heat, the lacy garments were off.
simon riley basked in the sight for about a minute before tearing them off. something about how gorgeous your thighs looked drove him insane. your legs are fully spread apart, taking his full length as if your life depended on it. while tears are forming at your eyes due to his sheer size, he scolds you. he scolds you for wearing such a slutty thing, basically asking to get ravaged.
johnny mactavish tried his best to ignore the fact you had been walking around your shared kitchen in nothing but his t-shirt and a pair of white thigh highs. the way the delicate material wrapped around your thighs made his cock twitch needily. you stood over the countertop making a simple lunch for your boyfriend, johnny let his arms snake around your waist and let his hands wander. he began softly humping you through his sweatpants, whining for you to come to the bedroom.
kyle garrick tried his hardest to pretend he didn’t notice that sexy lingerie sitting atop of your thighs. but he did. he noticed it all. the way you shuffled between him and the coffee table when the two of you were watching a movie, ass moving right across his face. the way you had sat on his lap while texting your friends back, ignoring the way his throbbing dick was proding against you. he eventually gave in. bending you over the sofa and softly lecturing you about how it’s naughty to tease him all day while wearing tight lingerie around the house.
poor könig couldn’t contain himself for that long. the way your thighs looked so perfect killed him. he pulled you onto his lap facing him. whining about how you made him so needy by wearing something so cute. he used giant hands to rock your hips back and forth on his hard length, leaning down to your ear whispering about how he’s fuck you stupid while watching the lacy fabric hug your plump thighs
i seen someone do this with Keegan but could you pretty please write sleepy morning sex with könig 🙏🙏🙏
i can do that absolutely
tags: smut, fluffy aftercare, this is so short guys i’m sorry
you wake up to the familiar feeling of könig’s heavy, calloused hands kneading circles in your hips. you roll over and give your boyfriend a messy ‘good morning’ kiss, but instead of leaving it there, he keeps going. arms sleepily grabbing your ass and giving it soft taps. he instructs you to turn back around so the two of you are in a spooning position. he pulls your underwear to the side and pulls down his own, letting his hard, leaky dick spring onto his stomach.
“been like this all morning, maus”. he lets his lips linger by your ear as he slowly works his dick into your drooling hole. his thrusts are far more gentle than they typically are, creating an extremely comfortable and intimate moment. könig makes a trail of pinkish hickies down the side of your neck, pressing the flat of his tongue down on your pulse point. you selfishly grind your hips down into könig’s in desperate search for more. he doesn’t scold you this time, instead allowing you to make yourself feel good on his cock.
“m close kö, so sensitive in the mornings”. he grabs your hand and presses light kisses on your knuckles as you reach your high, riding it out at your own pace. he follows soon after you, finishing inside where he stays for awhile.
when he pulls out you whine at the loss of contact. könig hushes you by moving you to face him again, murmuring praises and leaving wet kisses all over your face. he wraps an arm around your lower back and you cuddle into his intoxicated scent, letting the relaxation consume you and falling back asleep.
EXPERIENCE (m.)
könig x inexperienced!reader
tags: age gap, acquaintances to lovers, afab!reader but gn
cw: loss of virginity, cunnilingus, fingering, hand riding (hear me out), pussyjob, talking u thru it, praise, pet names (liebling, little one), size kink/difference, handjob, reassurance/encouragement kink, wet&messy, konig is uncut hehe, squirting
note: konig is in his 40s and reader is in their 20s!
;in which you live in the same building as a really hot, older, military man
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When you met König, you never expected the harmless interactions to ever evolve into anything substantial. He lived somewhere in the same apartment building as you did, though you didn’t know where exactly. Most times, you would find him in the elevator or cross paths with him in the lobby.
You knew he was in the military, most of the people living in the building were. It was close to the nearby base and had rent for a damn good price. The way he carried himself, back straight and body seemingly always at attention gave him away.
He was massive, standing much taller above you with broad shoulders and thick thighs. A lot of the time he was wearing a hood over his face, mostly when he was coming or going from work – which was seemingly all the time.
On the few occasions that you caught him without the hood, you could tell it was him solely by his build. There was no one else in the building who looked anything like that.
He was handsome, in a rugged, tired kind of way. He was a lot older than you were expecting him to be – probably in his early to mid forties, you guessed. He had salt and pepper hair, fine lines etched onto his face, and stern eyes from (no doubt) many years in the military.
You had never properly spoken to him before. Hell, you didn’t even know his name. You greeted him when you saw him and smiled in passing when you made eye contact. Occasionally, he would respond in an accented voice that you longed to ask about.
The event that changed everything was a fun little night out you had with your friends. You had maybe had a bit too much to drink before finally conceding at your friends’ behest to call yourself an Uber.
By the time you reach your apartment building, you’re still very buzzed and starting to feel a little nauseous. You stumble to the elevator and impatiently slam your thumb on the button over and over again, losing count as you do.
“It’s not going to come any faster,” an accented voice drones next to you, nearly making you jump out of your skin.
“You scared the shit out of me,” you wheeze, hand over your racing heart.
“You should be more aware of your surroundings then,” he says, “Especially when you are intoxicated.”
You huff through your nose, growing annoyed at the prospect of being lectured. The elevator grants mercy and dings before slowly opening. There's a rowdy group of men inside who quickly walk out of the elevator, seedy eyes immediately finding their way to you, scanning your body up and down as they pass by.
You feel that nauseous pit in your stomach twist as you finally step onto the elevator. Nothing to ruin your jovial mood from a nice evening more than a group of leering men. Living in an apartment building filled with soldiers, it wasn’t unusual to have them stare at you – didn’t mean you liked it.
You cross your arms over your chest as König steps on, the elevator creaking and groaning under his immense weight.
“What floor?” he asks softly, glancing at you over his shoulder as he stands in front of the button panel.
“3,” you mumble, leaning against the back wall. You watch him punch in the 3 but not anything else, making you raise a brow, “You live on 3 too?”
He shakes his head but doesn’t say another word. You narrow your eyes at his back, if he feels you looking, he doesn’t give it away. The elevator is plunged into silence aside from the quiet sound of the shaft moving up and up until it dings and the doors slide open.
He steps out first, standing in the threshold to keep the door from closing as you push yourself off the wall. Your head swims for a second and you stumble past him, keenly aware of his eyes on you.
You wander down the hallway, glancing over your shoulder to see him slowly stalking behind you. His arms hand limply by his sides, his fists clenched into fists but he remains a respectable distance.
“Why are you following me?” you ask, unable to hide the nervousness in your tone, “You said you don’t live on this floor.”
“Young recruits are tools,” he supplies simply, “I am making sure you make it to your door without any problems.”
That causes you to hum and for a little flutter in your stomach to manifest. You brush it off and pause at your door, pulling your keys out so unlock it. You push it open and step in, letting it hit your back to keep it from closing as you turn to look at your companion.
“Thank you…um…” you clear your throat and look at him expectantly.
“König,” he supplies simply, arms tucked behind his back, making him look even wider.
“König…” you repeat, feeling the words on your tongue, “Interesting name. Where are you from?”
“Austria,” he replies almost mechanically, “I will be going now.”
You don’t get to say another word before he’s stalking away and down the hallway, heavy footfalls practically rumbling the ground beneath him. You slowly close your door and lean against it, hand placed over your racing heart – when did that start up?
You blame it on your inexperience when it comes to men. You’d had a couple boyfriends, pretty standard for someone in their 20s. Your problem was none of them were ever good enough. The over-zealous types who wanted their dicks sucked as gratitude for paying for dinner. Then would turn around and either give you the most lackluster head of your life, barely any foreplay before trying to shove his dick into an unprepared hole.
You had never given them the chance, once they showed they were only interested in their own pleasure and would more than likely not even think about touching your clit or angling for your g-spot, you stopped them and kicked them out. More often than not, you woke up to a break-up text because of course you did.
So that was how you were still a virgin and more or less, at this point, given up on dating. You’d been single now for the better part of 6 months and had no intentions of giving any men your own age a shot at it.
But…you hadn’t considered an older man. Like König.
At that thought, you pushed yourself off the door and kicked your shoes off, intent on taking a shower to hopefully wash these drunken thoughts out of your head. So he’d been nice and walked you to your door, no questions asked, so what? Didn’t make him any different from men your age.
As you made it to the bathroom, you felt your stomach finally churn for the final time and found your head buried in the toilet. You cursed yourself for not listening to your friends, who apparently knew your own limits better than you did.
The next time you see König is just a few days later. You walk into the apartment’s gym on the ground floor, and there he is – sitting lifting weights. You pause when you see him, feeling that traitorous flutter in your chest you were sure you puked out that night you had learned his name.
You watch the way his biceps flex, bulging so large you’re sure not even two of your hands could wrap around the girth of it. There were some scars littering his skin, most of them white and raised from age but a few that still had that new tissue pink color. You also noticed some fading tattoos encircling his forearms. Fuck, he was hot.
You hung your head and scampered over to the treadmill, intent on getting your cardio up.
As you run, you notice a group waltz in, laughing and shoving each other. You glance over at them, rolling your eyes when some of them make eye contact and nudge their buddies. They lean in close and whisper to each other with shit eating grins on their faces and you find frustration building up so you try to ignore them.
“Quiet,” you hear an accented voice snap, full of authority, “You are disturbing everyone.”
The rowdy young men quiet down immediately and clear their throats, “S-Sorry, Colonel,” one of them utters.
‘Colonel? Is that high ranking?’ you find yourself wondering, making a mental note to look that up later.
Either way, König manages to make the gym peaceful once again and you finish your workout with no other hitches.
You grab your towel and dab at the sweat on your face and neck as you swiftly make your way out of the gym, completely unaware of the shadow following closely behind.
You slow to a stop at the elevator, punching the button to call it as you sip on your water bottle, mindlessly going over what else you need to do with your day. The shadow behind you remains stagnant, still and silent as it lurks behind your unsuspecting form as the elevator opens and you step on.
He follows, hefty weight causing the elevator to groan as usual. That gets your attention and you jump, placing a delicate hand over your racing heart just like you had before, eyes wide in shock at his appearance.
“You’re doing it on purpose now!” you whine at him and he has to fight back a smile at it.
“I told you that you needed to pay more attention to your surroundings,” he replies smoothly, pressing the 3 button for you before pressing 5 for himself.
“How is a guy as big as you able to be so quiet?” you ask softly, making note of the floor he lives on.
“Years of training,” he gives a quick response that you hum at. There is a beat of silence before he finds himself speaking again, “You never gave me your name.”
He sees the way you look at him in surprise and he almost wishes he could rip the words from the air as soon as he says them. He doesn’t want you to get the wrong idea that he actually wants to get to know you.
But you smile softly and give him your name with a kind nod of your head before the elevator grants him mercy and dings at the arrival on your floor.
“See you around, König,” you say as you step off.
He doesn’t respond.
Once back in the safety of your apartment, you find yourself going through the entire interaction in your head over and over again. Your heart races as you think back on him.
It's as you’re making dinner for yourself that you finally have the coherent thought of revelation that you may have a crush on König.
The revelation is almost enough to have you groaning out of frustration into the quiet sanctity of your apartment but you manage to refrain. But you can’t deny you don’t quite know what to do about it now. You had sworn off of men but…that was men your own age. König was…older than you, surely at least 15 years your senior, possibly more. You figure it couldn’t hurt to ask him out for some coffee one of these days.
Except, the next time you see König is almost 2 weeks later. You don’t see hide nor hair of him at all. It definitely puts a damper on your confidence and you almost think your crush was just a fleeting little thing and for that you’re grateful for.
Until the elevator opens one day and there he is. He’s wearing his hood but his eyes look even more exhausted than usual – beyond the general tiredness that comes with age. You carefully step on, joining him in the downward descent to the lobby. It’s just the two of you and feel that fluttering in your chest start up again and your hands begin to sweat. You scour your brain for something to say — anything to start up a conversation after so long of not seeing him.
“Haven’t seen you around,” you mutter softly. He hums softly in acknowledgement but doesn’t supply much of a response beyond that, “Where have you been?” you try again.
“Deployed,” he finally responds after several seconds of silence.
You can’t find any way to respond or keep the conversation going but it’s sure that he has no intentions of doing so anyway. Still, it surprised you that he had been deployed, you hadn’t considered that. It made sense now that you thought about it.
The elevator opened and you both stepped out. He walked much faster than you, beelining out of the apartment and you briefly considered letting him go but another part of you wanted to stop him and ask him out.
You cursed to yourself and jogged forward, calling his name. He stopped in his tracks at the sound of you calling for him. He looks down at you over his nose, a burning gaze that makes your nervousness spike. Perhaps it wasn’t such a good time after all.
“What?” he snaps, clearly impatient.
“Oh um…” you clear your throat and slow to a stop, “N-Nevermind…”
He huffs through his nose and resumes storming out of the apartment. You find yourself sighing deeply, following his lead. When you get outside, he’s nowhere to be seen and you once again find yourself wondering how a man of his size is so good at not being seen.
A few nights later, the weekend rolls around and you find yourself standing in that damned elevator with him once again. He’s maskless and it gives you pause before stepping on.
It’s silent for a few seconds before he says, “I am sorry for the other day.”
You look up at him with wide eyes, “Um…what do you mean?”
“I was not polite towards you,” he answers, casting a soft gaze towards you that makes your heart flutter, “I took my bad mood out on you and I should not have. So…I am sorry.”
“Oh…” you clear your throat and give him a smile, “it’s alright, König. I shouldn’t have bothered you with something silly.”
He frowns at you, “Something silly?”
“It’s nothing,” you assure him, smiling kindly at him.
He wants to ask you what you mean but the elevator door opens and you step out, making him realize that you reached your floor. You wave your goodbye to him as the doors close and he lets his head fall back with a sigh once he’s alone.
Yet another bad day weighed heavily on his shoulders when you came waltzing into the elevator, bright eyed and happy. His fists were clenched behind his back and he did his best to avoid looking at you, hoping you would take the hint and not speak to him like you usually did. It hadn’t been but a day since he had apologized to you for making an ass of himself in the lobby and he didn’t want to do the same thing so soon after.
But then you say something that sends it all crumbling down.
“Hey…” you start, fidgeting your fingers in front of you, “Would you like to get coffee sometime? Maybe lunch?”
You ask it so sweetly and softly. For some reason, that grates on his nerves even more than anything.
“What?” he snaps, cold and sharp in a way that makes you visibly freeze.
You look up at him like a deer caught in the headlights, “Um…w-well, I just…it’s…I would like to…”
Your nervous babbling only serves to piss him off even more as his glare narrows down on you, making you shrink in on yourself where you stand. Suddenly, the elevator feels much smaller than it had ever before – even with him filling most of the space as usual.
“You want to go out with me?” he spits, his accent growing stronger with every venomous word that he can’t seem to stop from spilling from his lips, “I am twice your age, what the hell makes you think I would want to date you?”
You swallow thickly around the lump forming in your throat and bite back the tears that threaten to form. He hears you sniffle and promptly snaps his head to look at you. Under the ugly, yellow light of the elevator he can see the tears trickling down your cheeks and he suddenly wants to slap himself into the next decade.
He wants to open his mouth so badly and apologize for being so cruel to you. He knows he could have told you no in a much softer way rather than making your feelings seem like something revolting or stupid. But the elevator doors open and you’re slipping out before he even has a chance. He decides not to chase after you.
It’s for the best, he assures himself.
It only takes a few days before he’s vehemently regretting not stopping you then and there.
It happens on a Friday night, the elevators are closing just as a hand jumps between them, sending them opening again. You step on, giggling in a way that tells him you’re just a little inebriated. You freeze when you see him standing there, maskless and cold gaze as he watches you tug a young man into the elevator behind you – clearly a little drunk himself.
You pointedly stand in front of König, keeping your back to him to show that you’re not even willing to look at him. König feels his heart clench painfully in his chest before it’s replaced by a wash of anger as he watches the young man paw at you. He slips his hand down your back to grope at your ass, making you giggle breathlessly before you’re batting his hands away with a little bat of your lashes.
König wishes he had an excuse to step off the elevator at the same time as you – anything to prolong his time with you. He’s never felt the desire to cockblock someone more in his whole entire life.
But he doesn’t move. He just watches you step off without a single glance in his direction before you’re vanishing around the corner and the elevator doors close silently, leaving König alone with his thoughts.
You couldn’t believe you brought this guy to your apartment. You especially couldn’t believe you were letting him strip you of your clothes and paw at your body like some kind of mindless dog. You had sworn to yourself that you were not going to fall into this trap again – a 20-something year old guy buying you a drink, complimenting you a little, teasing and groping you in the club until you caved and brought him home. It wasn’t your first go around – and it always ended the same way.
But you were drunk and you needed to get your mind off that stupid, giant Austrian military man that lived in your building. And wouldn’t you know it, he was on the elevator as soon as you got in. It was almost enough to sober you up, your wounded pride and feelings still so prevalent even after a few days of nursing the hurt.
You could only hope that this would relieve you of your hurt feelings.
Unfortunately, you quickly realized that this was a mistake.
As soon as he started groping you, spreading your legs and trying to stuff his cock inside you without so much as a single finger of prep – you knew this wasn’t going to happen.
You tried to lead him, thinking maybe he was a little too tipsy to actually think about it.
“How about a little prep, hm?” you ask softly.
He pauses what he’s doing and you can practically see the gears turning in his head, “Oh…you’re one of those…”
He says it in disgust and you feel yourself bristle in annoyance, “One of what?”
“You want me to eat you out, right?” he scoffs, rolling his eyes, “That shit’s gross, c’mon just let me stick it in, already.” It was that moment that you felt any minute desire you had to have sex evaporate.
You don’t even bother walking the guy out, leaving him to limp to the elevator in shame with a hard cock and blue balls.
It takes you a few days to find it in yourself to crawl out of your apartment. The only reason you actually do leave is because you’re in need of food – your little supply of ramen has depleted and you have to bite the bullet.
After your little shopping trip at the nearby convenience store, you find yourself waiting for the elevator when a dark shadow looms over you. You feel a pit of dread in your stomach as you smell the musky, sweet scent of his cologne. But you don’t dare acknowledge his presence.
He doesn’t give you long to ignore him, however, before he’s talking to you.
“How was your little date?” he asks, voice dripping in a tone of condescension that immediately puts you on edge.
“What’s it to you?” you hiss, still not daring to look at him.
He scoffs, “You went and found yourself a little toy to play with awfully fast. Seems your interest in me wore off quickly, no?”
That gets you to finally turn around, meeting his cold, indifferent gaze with your hot, teary one. You miss the look of surprise that flashes over his face.
“What is your problem?” you snap, “You rejected me, what the hell do you care what I do? And for your information, the date was shit. He was shit, like I should have expected any difference. God, I really am a fucking idiot,” you find yourself rambling, a lamenting spiel that you can’t seem to stop no matter how badly you want to, “Just like every prick before him, he was selfish and revolting. I thought I could finally get fucking laid and just call it a day but no, my stupid standards are too high and I find myself asking out the hot older guy in my building only for him to find me revolting!”
By the time you’re done ranting, the doors open and you storm out of the elevator, angrily gripping your bag of groceries. König is frozen where he stands, watching you leave as the doors slowly close – almost begging him to put his hand between them and stop them so he can chase after you.
But he doesn’t.
It’s creeping up on midnight when there’s a knock on your apartment door. You’re curled up on the couch, watching some random show that you weren’t really invested in but couldn’t be bothered to change.
The knock makes you jump, startled, but get up nonetheless. A quick peek in the peephole tells you exactly who it is before you even open it.
You briefly consider not opening it period but find yourself opening it before you actually settle on a decision.
König stands in front of you, a bouquet of flowers clutched in his hand, looking comically small. The sight is almost enough to get you to crack a smile. Almost.
But the residual hurt from the last few interactions you’ve had with him is enough to keep you stoic. You raise a brow and you practically see his confidence falter. A pang of guilt goes through you at the sight and you step aside, waving him in with a quiet huff.
He closes the door behind him softly, kicking his boots off as he watches you wander into the living room. You take a seat on your couch, covering yourself with your throw blanket once again as you watch him wander in, gazing around at your decor before finally settling on you.
“Um…” He clears his throat nervously and places the flowers on your coffee table, “I think that we should talk…”
“Should we?” you quip back.
He sighs, broad shoulders heaving with the movement before he takes a seat beside you, taking up a hefty amount of space on your small couch.
“I want to apologize,” he says softly, folding his hands in his lap, “When you asked me out…I-I should not have spoken to you like that.”
You huff, crossing your arms over your chest, “If that’s all this is about, König, then you can go. I-I don’t really want to hear a half-assed apology about the way you rejected me. You’re not interested, let’s just move on from it. I’ll get over it.”
He shakes his head quickly and curses under his breath, a word you don’t understand – German, your brain supplies, helpfully.
“You are wrong,” he says, “I do not want you to get over it because I am interested.”
The gets you to perk up, eyes wide, “What do you mean? You said you–”
“I know what I said,” he mutters, “I am…twice your age…”
“So you mentioned before…” you reply.
“I do not think…you should be with someone old like me,” he continues softly, “You should be with someone your own age. That is what I thought. It is not that I don’t find you attractive; I think you’re sweet and lovely. But it's just…our age difference…”
“König,” you stop him from continuing, “I’m capable of making my own decisions.”
“I understand that but…” he trails off, casting a sideways glance across the room, away from you.
“I’ve tried dating men my own age, König,” you say, “It always ends the same – I send them home blue balled.”
He huffs out a laugh through his nose and finally sets his gaze back on you, “Why do you do that?”
“I don’t plan to…” you begin, running your hand along the soft fabric of your blanket, “it’s just that...I bring them home and then we start getting into it and it fucking sucks!”
“Sucks..?” The question is soft and drawn out.
“He wants to fuck my throat and won’t even give me his fingers before trying to stick his dick in,” you spit, angrily glaring at the tv as you remember all your shit encounters, “I’ve never even let one of them go all the way.”
“You’re a virgin…?” he asks.
You shrug your shoulders, “I guess. I mean I’ve had shitty oral and stuff but…”
“I see…” he trails off, shifting in his seat, hands still folded in his lap, “Well, I would like to take you out for a date after all.”
You find a smile spreading across your face faster than you can stop it. You jump to your knees and throw your arms around his shoulders with a squeal of happiness, “Really? You mean it?”
He laughs breathlessly, a husky little sound that makes your heart race, “Does this weekend work for you?”
You eagerly nod your head and lean in. You catch the way his eyes widen briefly before your lips meet. You think he’s going to pull away from you but instead he cups the back of your head and deepens the kiss.
You feel a shiver go through you at the feeling of his big, strong hand holding you there in the kiss. You couldn’t keep yourself from getting wet even if you wanted to.
With your hands pressed against his firm chest, you toss one leg over his lap and find yourself seated on top of him. He breaks the kiss at that, hands migrating to your waist where he mindlessly strokes his thumb over the skin exposed by the way your shirt rode up.
You lean down and kiss him again and he groans against your mouth. You grind down against him in response to the throb that makes your pussy clench around nothing. You whimper into the kiss when he suddenly stops your movements with a firm grip.
“We shouldn’t, liebling,” he whispers softly.
“Why not?” you whine, settling in his lips. You briefly realize that you can feel something hard beneath you and that makes you start dripping in your panties, “Don’t you want to?”
“I-I do…” he assures, “I just…want to properly court you…”
He couldn’t get any sweeter if he tried. Still, you quip back with a teasing little smile, “Wow, you are a lot older than me, huh?”
You feel giddy when the sweet look in his eyes melts away into something darker. One hand clasps the back of your head before he pulls you in for a much rougher kiss. You keen as you feel the way he exudes experience – the kiss like nothing you have ever experienced before.
The way he moves his lips and slips his tongue into your mouth to taste your mouth, it’s not gross or too much the way it sometimes is with men who don’t know what they’re doing.you find yourself moaning into the kiss before you even realize it.
He pulls away at that, a heady look in his pretty, blue eyes. You find yourself briefly lamenting the loss of his mouth but that thought disappears quickly when he moves to begin peppering kisses along the length of your neck, making sure to nip at your jaw and kiss your shoulder.
He tugs the hem of your t-shirt down just a bit so he can have access to your collar bones, nipping and kissing there as well. Your head falls back as you surrender yourself to him completely.
“Oh,” he coos softly, lips brushing against your ear, “You are just so sweet for me, aren’t you, little one?”
You practically whimper at his words as his hands slip under the hem of your shirt, fingertips barely grazing your skin. You squirm in his lap as his touch tickles you on his way up to your breasts, skirting over your ribs before fully cupping them in his roughened palms.
You sigh into the quiet room, arching your back to press deeper into his hands. His thumbs graze over your nipples and you moan.
Sure, you’ve had guys grope your tits before but it had never felt like this. The mindless squishing and squeezing was replaced with soft cupping and gentle brushes over your nipples until they hardened followed by pinches and flicks that left you absolutely dripping in your panties.
He takes mercy on you quickly, one hand sliding down your body to slide under your sweatpants and beneath your panties. Your hands grip his shoulders, blunt nails biting into them when one broad finger slides down, the sticky noise of your folds separating enough to send heat rushing to your cheeks.
“You’re so wet,” he whispers in a tone so soft you almost think it wasn’t meant for you, but then he tacks on, “Do you hear it?”
“Y-Yeah,” you whimper, embarrassment flooding through you at the sticky, clicking noises that come along with his prodding, “N-Never been this wet before, König…”
That causes him to pause, blue eyes gazing at you through his eyelashes, “Is that so..?” You desperately nod your head, slowly beginning to rock your hips against his hand, but he doesn’t move again and you whine, “Has anyone ever made you cum on their fingers?”
“J-Just me,” you answer breathlessly without a second thought.
He hums thoughtfully and after a second, he begins moving his hand again. This time he introduces more fingers, spreading your folds apart with his index and ring so he can pet your hardened clit with his middle. The feeling makes tremors run through your body and he huffs a laugh, “I guess I will show you what it feels like then, yeah?”
He doesn’t give you a moment to think let alone answer before his middle finger is sliding into you. The one digit alone is enough to stretch you, given how massive he is in whole. He crooks his finger forward and a moan rips from your chest when he hits that gooey little spot inside you.
“A-Another, please, König!” you beg shamelessly.
“Shh,” he hushes, shaking his head, “Let me work you open on this and then you can have more.”
You practically wail in despair, letting your forehead drop forward onto his shoulder. You suddenly wish you had rid yourself of your clothes so you could see the way his hand worked against you. All you could see now was the faint movement under your pants but the mental image of that thick finger inside you, slick with your juices was enough to have you clenching desperately around him.
After a moment, he adds a second finger and you feel like you’re in heaven. The stretch is phenomenal and his palm bumps against your clit every time he sinks them into the last knuckle.
However, before he can set a rhythm to really start getting you off, he stops. You angrily lean back and glare at him – the sight has his lips quirking up.
“Ride my fingers,” he orders you, leaving no room for arguing.
You can tell he’s not going to give you anything unless you take it for yourself so you sit up higher on your knees so you can have the clearance to move. Your hands remain on his shoulders, clinging to him for stability as you clumsily begin to rock your hips. The only time you’ve ever done these movements is when you tried humping your pillow once after seeing it in some porn. It didn’t really do much for you so you never tried again.
König can tell your movements are clumsy and it makes his cock throb against his thigh. He helps you along, crooking his fingers just right to grind the tips against that sweet little spot inside you. It makes you moan beautifully and he files the noise away.
His other hand comes up to grip your hip, steadying you as you continue to hump his fingers. You’re growing more and more frustrated as you quickly realize that you’re not able to make it feel as good as he had earlier. The tearful little gaze you give him has him breaking, using the hand on your hip guiding you into more seamless movements.
“Like this, liebling,” he directs softly, “Grind down like that, mhm, give that little clit some love, yeah?”
You become increasingly breathless as you work yourself higher and higher under his expert guidance. He can feel your juices dripping down his wrist, the snug hold around his fingers growing even tighter with every little rut of your hips.
“You’re so precious,” he coos, feeling the way you clench up at the sound of his voice. Your body is so honest, telling him what you like without you having to say anything, “You’re going to cum, I can feel it. Be good and give it to me, yeah?”
You surge forward and desperately kiss him, one hand reaching down and gripping his wrist. It takes only a few more, desperate thrusts of your hips for you to topple over that edge. Your body trembles on his lap and you cry out in pleasure.
He moans alongside you, watching with rapt attention as you cum all over his fingers just like he told you to.
You slump against him as you come down and he pulls his hands out of your pants. He presses a kiss against your temple in silent praise, hands rubbing your back to soothe you through the aftershocks that run through your body.
You lean back and meet his gaze, an opportunity he takes to slip his cum-soaked fingers into his mouth. At that, you surge forward and kiss him, running your hands down his body to pull at the button of his jeans. He grunts into your mouth, brows furrowing at the release of pressure when you tug the zipper down.
You’re absolutely speechless when you finally pull his cock free. He watches in poorly concealed pride as you gawk at the length in your hand. You give him a slow and tedious tug, watching the foreskin roll over his head, forcing a bead of precum from the tip.
“You’re so…big,” you whisper breathlessly.
“I know,” he grunts, unable to hide the ebbs of pleasure you give him as you play with his cock.
“Cocky,” you tease softly, continuing with your soft touches.
“N-Not cocky,” he whispers, licking his suddenly dry hips, “Just aware of my size.”
You drop your eyes back down to his cock, hot and heavy in your hand. Your fingers don't even touch each other when wrapped around him. Precum drips from the tip, leaking down the side to meet your palm and aid in the movements.
He leans his head back against the couch, closing his eyes and furrowing his brows. It wasn’t often that he got to indulge in someone else’s hand. Your palm was so soft, much softer than his own, and delicate in your inexperience.
He reaches down with one his hands, wrapping around yours to make you squeeze tighter, “Just like that, little one, that’s how I like it.”
You could have drooled as he said it. His hand dwarfed yours and the sight made you clench around nothing, more slick leaking into your already ruined panties.
“Let me see you, liebling,” he whispers breathlessly, fingers hooking on the hem of your top.
You release his cock to lift your arms, letting him tug the fabric over your head. His hands are on your tits immediately, mouthing at your nipples without wasting a second.
“So pretty,” he coos with his mouth full, rolling his tongue over your nipple before nipping the bud with his lips.
He switches to the other one, wrapping his mouth around it, sucking sharply before pulling back, taking your nipple with him before releasing it with a pop. You watch with lidded eyes as he drools all over your tits. His cock flexes and twitches against your thigh as he plays with your tits.
Suddenly, with a firm grip on your waist, your whole world flips and you find yourself on your back on the couch with König on top of you. You lick your lips at the sight of his big, broad form hovering above you, caging you in as he leans down to kiss you again.
You sigh contentedly into his mouth, threading your fingers through his short, messy hair, using the grip to pin him against you. He lets you kiss him to your heart's content, only pulling back when you need air – a string of spit connecting your lips that breaks when he leans back between your thighs.
His fingers took into the band of your pants, tugging them down, taking your panties with them until you’re completely bared before him. He’s still completely clothed aside from his cock that rests against his abdomen, occasionally twitching as his eyes rake over your nude body.
“Tell me, liebling,” he says, strong hands running up the length of your thighs, “Has anyone ever eaten you out?”
You clumsily nod your head.
“Was it good?” he asks, biting back a smile when you shake your head.
“Guys always think it’s gross or something…” you whisper softly.
He hums softly, “That is because you’ve been messing with stupid little boys.”
“You gonna eat me out, König?” you ask him, biting your lip in a poorly concealed excited grin.
“Would you like me to?” as he asks, he slowly spreads your legs open. The position causes your folds to spread apart, opening you up for his greedy eyes.
You feel your breathing speed up as he kisses down your body, starting with your lips and ending right above your clit. You feel the little bud twitch in anticipation as he tongues the skin above it, giving you a sneak peek on what is so close to it.
“Tell me,” he says.
You whine, “Y-Yes, I want you to eat me out, König!”
He chuckles softly but doesn’t bother teasing you anymore. He meets your gaze and moves his tongue lower finally, sliding the flat of the muscle of your clit. You gasp and toss your head back into the cushions, eyes rolling back as he noisily slurps at your cunt.
“O-Oh god!” you wail, hiccuping out noises of pleasure that you can’t seem to quiet.
König is in heaven. It’s not every day that he gets the opportunity to eat such a pretty, inexperienced little cunt. Your reactions to everything are so strong and loud. Your pussy is loud too, squelching in the room, making an intoxicating melody with your moans. He moans against you, swallowing down everything your messy little pussy drools out for him.
“Th-That feels so good, König!” you sob, kicking your feet mindlessly against his back as he captures your clit in his mouth, suckling at the bud, “You’re so good, so good, oh god!”
Never in a million years did you think being eaten out could feel this good. The mindlessly, halfhearted licks and kisses you had received in the past did nothing to prepare you for what it felt like to really have a man’s tongue on you.
He pulls away suddenly, giving you a moment to actually breathe, “You taste so sweet, liebling.”
“König…” you whimper, looking up at him with lidded eyes, “Please, please don’t stop.”
You tug at his hair and attempt to pull his mouth back down on your pussy. You don’t care how pathetic and desperate it is, he has given you a taste of pleasure you’d never experienced before.
He has the audacity to laugh at you, brushing your hands away so he can sit up straight again. He scoots closer and you realize then that he is not planning to continue and it practically draws a sob out of you.
“We can focus on that another time, liebling,” he promises, making you clench around nothing, more slick dribbling out for him to see, “You are so messy, you know that? Never had someone make such a mess all over me before. You must really enjoy being eaten out, huh?”
You feel your face burn hot with shame at his words, shyly hiding your face away. He smiles softly at that, “Nothing to be ashamed of, liebling…I love it, I do.”
“Really?” you quiver out the question and he nods his head.
“Yes, little one,” he coos, “I’m glad that I can make it feel good for you.”
You practically feel hearts in your eyes as he says that. You don’t think you’ve ever had a man tell you that he actually cared and enjoyed your pleasure. That was the final nail in the coffin for you – you really should have been going after older men all this time.
He disrupts your thoughts by suddenly stripping his shirt off. Your mouth goes completely dry at the sight of his bared skin – firm muscle, hair speckled all over his torso, and numerous scars from untold stories of his time in the military. You take note of the faded tattoos that become visible on his pecs and biceps; you’d always noticed the tattoos on his arms but you’d never really been given the opportunity to look.
“You’re so handsome,” you whisper.
He pauses while ridding himself of his jeans and smiles, “Thank you, little one.”
When he’s completely bare to you, you slowly rake your eyes down the entirety of his newly exposed body. His cock hangs heavy under its own weight, glimmering at the tip with his precum. You’d never been with a guy who was uncut but the sight made you drool.
“Now, liebling,” he says suddenly, getting your attention. He scoots closer, spreading your legs as wide as he can before laying the hefty weight of his cock against your cunt. It’s hot and throbbing and your entire body trembles at the sight, “You have to understand something.”
“What..?” you ask, breathless and unable to look away from his cock.
“I am not like those little boys you were running around with,” he explains, hips slowly beginning to rut against you, length parting your folds and rubbing over your clit, drawing a sweet little moan from you, “I don’t stick my cock in a tight little cunt and blow my load, do you know what I’m saying?”
You shake your head, too lost in the sight and feeling of him practically fucking the outside of your pussy. He doesn’t stop the mind-numbing rolls of his hips, letting you get lost in the feeling of him stroking over your clit, saturating him in your cum.
“That means,” he sighs, reaching up to grip your throat, forcing you to look at him as he leaned over your body, sandwiching his cock between the two of you, “I don’t cum easily, liebling. I am a grown man, I will fuck you until you cannot cum anymore. Are you prepared for that?”
The fact this man was so confident in his abilities in bed has you clenching around nothing again. You were sure the guys you almost slept with would never have been able to have the pure confidence that came from König. He knew what he was doing – he knew how to make you cum and he was going to use that experience well. You knew his age played a factor in how long it would take him to cum and you couldn’t wait to experience it.
“I want it so bad, König,” you beg softly, “Please?”
“Very good,” he praised, “You’re so good for me.”
He finally gripped the base of his cock and you watched excitedly as he pressed the tip against your entrance. You reached down and wrapped your arms around your knees, pulling them back for him so he could comfortably begin pressing into you.
The stretch is beyond anything you’d ever felt before. You knew his cock was big but watching the bulbous tip press against you and slowly spread you wide open was something else entirely. It burned in a way that had you wincing, furrowed brows making your face pinch up, making König pause.
“It’s okay, little one,” he whispers, bringing a big thumb up to roll over your hard little clit, “Just relax for me, don’t clench up or it will hurt more.”
“I-It’s so big, König!” you wail helplessly, tearily staring up at him as he methodically works you open on his cock.
“I know,” he assures, still stroking your clit with the pad of his thumb, “But you can take it.”
You tearfully nod your head and do your best to relax your body, letting yourself sink into the couch.
“Good, liebling, very good,” he coos, “Just let me in, nice and slow. Doesn’t it feel nice? The little burn of being stretched open but the pleasure of having this pretty little clit played with? Just lay back and enjoy it, little one.”
He’s right, of course. The burn aches, yes, but the pain and pleasure mixes the more he rubs your clit. You clench around him, an involuntary reaction that causes the head of his cock to finally pop in. Your eyes widen as you watch your cunt swallow it and with a perfectly timed tap against your clit, your back arches and you’re cumming.
“O-Oh König!” you squeal, eyes rolling back into your head as you cum around the head of his cock and nothing else.
“Oh, that’s good,” he grins, “That’s perfect, little one.”
As you come down with a tremble in your thighs, you finally fix your gaze on him once again.His eyes are lidded and pupils are blown so wide you can’t even tell they’re blue anymore.
“That looked like a good one,” he comments almost flippantly before he rolls his hips forward, “Now you’re nice and ready for me.”
You choke on a gasp as he rolls his hips forward, fitting half of his cock inside your still spasming cunt. Your cum coats him in a slick sheen that aides in allowing him to pull back and slide back in, settling on fucking you on half his cock.
Your mouth falls open and you watch as a thick, milky ring forms around that fat middle part of his shaft, “M-More, König! Please!”
He knows you want all of him, want to know what it’s like to feel all of him stuffed deep inside you. But he knows you’re not quite ready for that yet, fucked out of your head from the intense orgasm he had just given you with ease.
“Not yet, liebling,” he coos, keeping his pace slow and steady, “Let’s work you open a little bit more, yeah?”
“No,” you whine, “Please, I want it all, König.”
“Aww, I know you do, little one,” he pants, already feeling dizzy from spearing you on his cock, “But I know what’s good for you, just listen to me and be good, okay?”
“Okay…” you pitifully whimper, sinking back into the couch.
You abandon your hold on your legs, letting them rest around his hips limply now. He continues moving like that, inching deeper and deeper into you with every thrust. Your cunt makes embarrassingly loud squishing noises the move he works his hips against you.
Before you know it, you’re watching with wide eyes and an open mouth as his pelvis presses against yours. Your eyes roll back in your head and your toes curl in pure pleasure as you finally experience the entirety of everything König has to offer.
You’re speared wide open and the head knocks against your cervix painfully but the little bit of pain only makes the pleasure that much sweeter.
“There we go, little one,” he coos sweetly, “I’m so proud of you, took all of my cock so well.”
He’s so big that he presses against every sweet little spot inside you without even trying. But, oh, his experience is crystal clear in the way he moves. He may be naturally gifted with a nice, fat cock but he knew how to use it.
Seamless, rhythmic thrusts had your brain going fuzzy before you even knew what was happening. You wouldn’t have been able to be quiet even if you wanted to. You knew you would be absolutely horrified to face your neighbors later because it would be impossible for them to not know you got fucked real good.
Suddenly, König leaned over you, resting one forearm above your head to hold his weight off of you. The position caused his pelvis against your clit every time he sunk balls deep. Sticky strings of your cum stuck to his skin but he didn’t seem to even notice how wet you were.
But, oh, he did. He was absolutely obsessed with the way you creamed and gushed around him. A nice, pliant little pussy that was more than eager to swallow every inch of his cock.
The change in position had you grappling onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you wailed into his shoulder. Every mind-numbing snap of his hips hit that gooey, tender spot inside you that had your entire body twitching from the pleasurable stimulation. Your nails bit into his back and he briefly thought about the prospect of his recruits seeing them.
“Are you going to cum for me?” he whispered in your ear, pressing a sweet kiss underneath your ear.
You nod your head, “Y-Yes! You’re gonna make me c-cum again, König!”
He chuckles under his breath, “I know I am, little one. I’m going to make you squirt.”
“C-Can’t,” you heave, twitchy legs kicking against his back.
“Yes, you can,” he assures, leaning away to sit up once again, “I can make you squirt, trust me.”
The whine you emit pitches into a squeal when he presses his palm against your lower stomach. You reached down in a panic to grab his wrist, not used to the strange feeling of him pressing down while he fucks you.
“W-Wait!” you wail.
“Wait for what?” he asks, but doesn’t slow even a bit in his movements.
“F-Feels weird!” you gasp, hiccuping as you squeeze his wrist.
“I know,” he grunts, brows furrowing at the feeling of you clenching around him, “It’s supposed to. Just lay back and let it happen, liebling. I’ve got you.”
Your whole body trembles and your jaw drops as you meet his gaze, a look of wonder crossing your face as you feel an orgasm like you’ve never felt before crash over your body. It’s long, drawn out and almost painful from how good it feels. You squeeze tight around him, your clit twitching and pulsing, completely untouched as he makes you squirt. It splashes against his abdomen and drips down his thighs.
“There we go,” he laughs, a sound that sends a flush of embarrassment to your face, “See? I told you you could do it.”
“König…” you slur, feeling as if you’ve been fucked completely braindead.
It finally dawned on you that you would never, ever be fucked by anyone as good as König has fucked you. The first cock you’ve ever been stuffed full of and he made you squirt with terrifying ease. You were completely ruined, no dick would ever be able to compare to his.
He sees the way your gaze turns completely enamored, looking at him like he hung the moon and stars. He grins, sharp canines poking out as he leans down again, kissing your temple.
“What is it, baby?” he coos, “Dick so good it’s got you in love?”
You keen at the pure condescension that drips from his voice. But he’s not wrong, you can practically feel the hearts in your eyes as you gaze up at him.
You have no idea how long you’ve been pinned beneath him, speared open on his cock while he fucks you absolutely stupid. You notice the change in him quite suddenly. His deep, concentrated thrust changed into something less calculated, messy almost. He loses his rhythm and falters in his pace.
“I’m going to cum, liebling,” he grunts, tone pitchy and gruff, “Where do you want it?”
“Inside!” you immediately cry, not missing a beat. He sees your eyes light up at the prospect of being filled up completely by his cum. You’re so sure it’s going to be a lot, you want to feel it drip out of you as a reminder that he had claimed you.
“Is it safe?” he huffs, but you can feel his cock twitch inside you at the idea of cumming inside you.
You desperately nod your head and he allows himself to fall over that edge. He teeters on his knees before collapsing with his hands on either side of your head. He no longer tries to thrust, settling for desperate, deep grinds that stirs his cock within your walls. Your eyes roll back in your head at the feeling, another orgasm washing over you before you even realize you’re that close.
“Oh, fuck,” König gasps, voice breaking as your orgasm sends him over the edge.
You’re panting and whimpering, trembling as you feel the heat of his load filling you up. His cock twitches with every spurt of cum. It’s the best orgasm he’s had in a long time, his balls throbbing with every pump of cum his cock spits out.
It oozes from around the tight seal you have around him, dripping onto the couch. He’s trembling by the time the intense orgasm comes to an end. He opened his eyes, not even realizing he had closed them, to see you sleepily staring up at him with a dazed smile on your lips.
“Mein Gott…” he huffs out, lowering his body to press his lips against yours sweetly, “That was incredible, liebling.”
You beam under his praise and wrap your arms around his neck, “It was, wasn’t it?”
He chuckles and strokes his thumb against your cheek, “Let’s get cleaned up, yeah?”
“Sounds good,” you agree.
The care he gives you afterwards is like nothing you’ve ever experienced. He wipes your body down gently, careful not to rub your skin too hard. He stands with you in the shower, towering over you as he lathers your exhausted body with soap.
“Can we do that again sometime?” You ask softly when he crawls into bed beside you – which you were shocked about, but didn’t complain.
He raises a brow and chuckles, “Yes, liebling. But not right now, I could not go another round so soon.”
You giggle and snuggle into his broad chest, practically preening when he wraps you up snug against him. You sigh softly and speak up again, “Can we…still go on that date..?”
He’s quiet for a moment before you feel a kiss on the top of your head, “Of course, liebling. I would love to.”
You smile to yourself and close your eyes, content to fall asleep wrapped up in his arms. The last thing you feel before you succumb to sleep is another soft kiss against your head. You realize, sleepily, that you’ve never felt more cared for by a man in your life.
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König NSFW Blurb
18+ Minors DNI!! Contains sexual content
CW: fingering, overstim, oral, gender neutral terms, non descriptive lower regions, begging, König is pleasure drunk (just how I like him)
Desperate moans, delirious deep grunts and hums and the tussling of sheets could be heard outside the door, the room that you and König shared. Inside the room, you laid on your back with a pillow between you and the wrinkled bedsheets to lift your lower half just enough to be devoured. In between your spread legs was the mountain of a man himself, wearing a plain black balaclava instead of his usual loose mask. The balaclava was lifted over his nose, giving his mouth free roam over your sensitive lower half.
Your hand gripped the back of his mask, shaky breathes and quiet moans leaving your swollen from kisses lips. Fresh hickeys and bite marks decorating both you and your boyfriend, showing the love making not so far in the past. König’s hands wrapped over your thighs to keep them open, placing the occasional loving kiss and soft love bite. With the noises your boyfriend was making, you’d think he was the one being pleasured tonight; but to König, your pleasure is his, even egging him on as to gently rock his own hips from how pleasure drunk he as getting.
An orgasm soon ripped through your body, your legs trying to close but failed as your boyfriend continued to hold them open, licking and cleaning your juices up like a starved man. He gave you a moment, then took one of his hands, gently rubbing your extra sensitive spot in circled with his middle and pointer finger. The giant man looked up at you with pleading puppy dog eyes, drool and juices dripping down the lower half of his face, completely breathless he says, “Please, please maus…one more time for me? Please just one? So köstlich(so delicious) I..I can’t get enough.” He then inserted the two fingers inside your hole, licking you up once more while he spoke, making your moans higher pitched and breathes more broken. “I need one more mein engel(my angel)..please? Please? Please baby can I please? One more I promise I’ll make you f..feel…scheiße..feel so good, just let me, please? Maus?”