#könig x curvy reader

[latenightdaydreams]

Please write about curvy reader with her 3 inches dick husband, Konig is reader's neighbor then helps her what's real sex feel like with his 10 inches cock😩

Can you imagine to difference😮‍💨 I'd want to cuck my husband🤭🤭🩷🩷

Let Me Love You Right (fem)

MDNI🔞

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>cw: fem/afab, oral, p in v, cheating

2.9k word count

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You’ve been married to Chris for eight years now, you both got married young and he’s your first and only. To say sex has been lack-luster… would be kind. You both waited for marriage, Chris’s idea. That meant you fell in love with him FOR him. You try to remind yourself that every day since finding out Chris only has a 3-inch cock.

Every time you have sex, you lie there looking at the ceiling while Chris moans loudly and gets off in six minutes. He doesn’t know where the clit is either and his finger game is weak. He just isn’t good in bed. The fact you catch him staring at a very slender woman online adds to it all, you’re a thick and curvy woman. He makes you feel rejected so it’s hard to enjoy anything with him. At some point you began to question if maybe you’re truly asexual because you became so turned off to sex and to him.

Then one day, your new neighbor moved in. You were sitting on your couch sipping coffee as you watched a moving truck pull in. You thought nothing of it and went on with your day. Your husband left for work so you decided to go outside and water your garden. You haven’t worked the last three years; you both have been trying for a baby, but nothing has happened yet. You’ve learned how to fill your time with small hobbies.

You got dressed in comfortable clothes and went outside. You turned the water on and began to pull the hose. As you pulled, it got stuck. Assuming you were outside alone, you began to curse the water hose, bending over to fix it and struggling. Just then you heard the sexiest Austrian accent from behind you.

König was about to go on a walk when he saw you leave your house, wearing tight black biker shorts and a tight white t-shirt. Your body was…perfection. He stood watching your breast bounce slightly with every step you take. Your hips sway so gracefully side to side. He picked the right house to move into. Hearing your struggle snapped him out of his lustful day dreams and began to approach you.

“Do you need help? Miss?”

He looked down at you, his eyes traveling over the curve of your plump ass. Imagining how soft it would feel to squeeze. When you turned to face him, his eyes dropped to your breast. Again, his mind went to imagining his hands squeezing them. He’s a man with big hands, and your breasts look like the perfect size to fill them.

As you turn your eyes meet the most beautiful sleepy pale blue eyes you’ve ever seen. The man towered over you as if you were a tiny ant. His body is massive and solid looking. His blonde hair was shining in the bright morning sun. His face is handsome, rugged, with some scarring. You felt yourself get turned on for the first time in years.

“N- no, I’ve got it. Thank you.” You caught his eyes wandering over your body.

“I’m König, I just moved in next door.” He held his hand out for you to shake.

“I’m y/n.” You put your hand in his, it looked so small. “The accent, are you German?”

“Austrian.” His thin lips pulled into a small smirk.

“Oh, sorry.” You chuckled from embracement.

“It’s okay, the accents sound similar.” He chuckled as well.

You both stood there for a while just letting your eyes drink the other in. You could cut the tension with a knife. His blue eyes returned to yours and he gave you a small smile. The rest was history. Everyday after your husband leaves for work, you’d see each other. Drink coffee together, he’d help you garden, just talking about your personal lives. Nothing sexual. That was until today.

Sitting at his kitchen table with him as you sip your coffee and chat just like you both always seemed to do. Today was different though, you both being more outwardly flirty with one another.

“Your husband is a lucky man Maus, I’d love a curvy housewife.” His eyes travel down to your cleavage before back up to your eyes.

His comment makes you blush, you playfully nudge his arm. “Yeah right.”

“No really, I bet he is all over you.”

“Not really,” you tap your nails on the mug in your hands.

“No?” König tilts his head, he’s aware that he’s prying but he can’t fathom a man having you and not being obsessed.

“Nope…” You look into his eyes. You debate on whether or not you want to disclose all of your marital issues to him or keep it light.

“May I ask why?” His eyes drop to your fingers tapping. He reaches his hand out and grabs your off the mug, caressing your soft skin with his thumb. “You can talk to me.”

“Promise you won’t judge or laugh?”

“Promise, Maus. You have my word.”

“So, when we dated, we never did anything sexual past kissing. Like traditional and all.”

König nods his head along, listening to your words as he sips on his own mug of coffee. His eyes follow your lips as you speak.

“When we actually… you know…fucked,” You and König chuckle, “He pulled it out and was incredibly small.”

König raises his eyebrow with curiosity, “Small?”

“Small,” you nod, “like three inches small.”

König sat with his jaw dropped looking at you in disbelief. Three inches? He’s bigger than that when soft. No way three inches can get past how thick you are…

“And how was that?” His hand squeezes yours slightly.

“Terrible. I didn’t feel anything. I’m pretty sure I’m still a virgin because it barely went in…” You chuckle slightly at how embarrassing this is. “We’ve been trying for a baby for YEARS now and nothing because I just have no sex drive. On top of all of this, I catch him gawking at skinny women constantly. Women that look nothing like me.”

You take a deep breath, feeling like you’ve been ranting. König still caresses your hand with his thumb.

“I think you’re beautiful. Perfect just the way you are.” He says in a soft and tender voice. “I also think it’s a shame he doesn’t please you sexually.”

You give him a warm smile before your eyes move to your hand in his. You look at the drastic size difference between both of your hands before looking back up to him.

“Why don’t you leave? Find someone new? Someone compatible?” König means himself.

“He’s all I’ve ever known.”

“Don’t you think you deserve romance? Passion?”

You can feel your face getting hot as he asks you this. You do want it. He is the reason the spark of desire was reignited in your life to begin with, but you can’t just tell him this. You can’t just have sex with your neighbor.

All the while you are inside your head, König looks at you. He takes in your features, the way you rest your head in your palm, how soft your lips look.

“Maus?”

“Hm?” You look up after being lost in thought. “Oh, I guess. I actually had a period of thinking I was asexual because I just didn’t have that desire or drive.”

“Do you still feel this way?”

“No,” you look back down at your hand in his.

A short period of time passes before König speaks up, “Do you find me attractive?”

Your eyes shot up to his shocked he was so forward. You hesitate for a while because you’re still married. Saying the truth might open up pandora's box, but you feel stuck, stagnant.

“I do…” you respond meekly.

“I think you’re attractive too.” König lets that linger in the air before continuing. “I desire you, and I think you feel the same.”

König tightened his hand around yours. He reached out with his other hand and caressed your face. You both look at each other for a while before you speak up.

“I do.” You lean into his hand that caresses your face.

“I don’t mean to cross lines, but I think I could love you better than your husband. I could appreciate your body better. I could fuck you better.”

His hand moves from your face to the back of your head, his fingers combing through your hair and grasp firmly. He tilts your head back slightly as his eyes roam down the curves of your jawline and neck. You felt a heat rush over your body.

König stands and walks closer to you, leaning in and kissing your neck tenderly. The warm sensation of his lips sends a chill down your spine. You don’t stop him even though you know you should. This would break your husband, but you don’t care.

Kissing up your neck to your ear he whispers, “Let me worship you, bitte.”

“What if I don’t like it?”

You’re still worried that it’s a you problem. What if you just don’t like sexual encounters?

König chuckled, “I can make you cum. Don’t worry.”

Your cheeks go hot as you laugh nervously. He pulls away and gently pulls you by your hand, “Komm mit mir”

You stand and follow him through his house to his bedroom, his bed a massive king size bed. The bedsheets are a dark gray color with a black comforter. He gently guides you to the room and lays you on the bed. Leaning over you, his lips find yours as you share a deep passionate kiss. His lips made yours actually tingle; you’ve never felt that before. His hands begin to trace the curve of your waist to your hip before moving up to your breast and squeezing.

König breaks the kiss and moves off of the bed. He gently takes your shoes off your feet and places them neatly by the bed. His eyes traveled over your body before pulling his shirt off to expose his physique to you. He can see the desire in your eyes, causing him to smile.

As he went to reach for the waistband of your leggings, you stopped him.

“What if you don’t like how I look?”

“I’ll love it, trust me.” He reassures you in a low soft tone.

Nodding your head, you let go of his hands and let him take them off. His eyes glide over your juicy thighs and the light blue cotton panties you’re wearing. Your legs are a little stubbly, you weren’t expecting to do this. You feel slightly embarrassed by the hair, but König doesn’t seem to mind as he glides his hands up your legs once they’re bare. His lips kissing from your calf up to your soft thighs; once there he begins to nibble on the soft flesh.

“Mien Gott, you’re so soft.” He whispers as he rests his kisses on your thighs more.

“I’m sorry I didn’t shave-”

“It’s natural. I don’t mind hair Maus.” He smirks.

You relax back on the bed as his hands go up to the elastic band of your underwear and pull it off. His eyes falling on the small bush between your legs as he smiles. He can’t wait to bury his face in it.

“Are you okay?” König asks as his eyes meet yours.

“Yeah,” You look down at him as he begins to spread your legs apart. Your heart beat is pounding and, in this moment, you begin to think about the life you wanted to build with Chris but then, oh god. You drop your head back on the bed.

König sticks his tongue out and begins to lightly flick over your clit. Instantly your legs begin to tremble and you moan loudly. Your hands find his hair and comb your fingers through it. You can’t believe oral sex can be this good. König stops licking your clit to suck it.

“No, no, please lick it.” You look down again, begging in a pathetic voice.

König nods and goes back to flicking his tongue rapidly over your clit. You had a long morning of sweating so your natural musk is strong and König is savoring the smell. Listening to your loud moans he slowly moves his finger to your pussy and teases the entrance. Slowly slipping his finger in your gasp. He loves the reactions you’re giving. It’s insane to think you’ve gone your whole life without feeling this pleasure.

“König,” you moan out loudly as he begins to pump his finger in and out of you quickly, your back arching. A new sensation consumes you as you scream out, your body trembling. König closed his eyes, smirking, and enjoying hearing you orgasm.

He pulls back and moves his finger once you relax. You prop yourself on your elbows and look at him, wondering why he stopped.

“Take your shirt off, Liebling.” König’s voice dripping with lust.

You sit up and pull your shirt over your head before reaching behind you to take your bra off. König watches eagerly to see your breast for the first time. Watching them full and heavy, come out from your bra makes his mouth water even more. He can’t believe how perfect you are.

König begins to pull down his jeans and you watch, jaw dropping once you see the outline of his erection. He pulles his boxer briefs down completely and you see his hard cock full for the first time. Not only is it thick but it's long. You can’t help but to stare and König notices.

“Don’t be scared, I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt.”

“How…how big are you?”

“Uh, ten inches, I think. A little over. But don’t worry, I won’t push you.”

“Ten?”

König laughs and walks to the bed and lays beside you. He moves his body so that you’re resting close to him while he is on his side. He leans down and kisses your breast, slowly making his way to your nipple to suck on it while he is lifting your leg up with one hand, and moving his cock to rub your pussy with the other.

“Are you ready?”

“I am.” Your voice is weak with pleasure of him touching you.

Moving his mouth from your nipple he begins to kiss your lips. He rests your leg over his body to keep your legs spread as he wraps that arm underneath the back of your head. He breaks the kiss to look at you as the other hand still on his cock slowly pushes into your slick tight cunt. König’s breath goes shaky from the pleasure it’s giving him. He slides his hand up your leg and holds it up for a better angle.

You look back at him and your hands grasp whatever they can find, his pillow and his forearm. Your eyebrows knit together as you moan out his name. His cock pushing deep inside of you like you’ve never felt before. Your walls clench tightly around his fat cock as you feel stuffed for the first time ever.

König begins to thrust into you quickly, his eyes traveling to watch your breast bounce with the motion. Panting hard as his body begins to glisten with sweat. Your sweet moans and sopping wet cunt driving him to his breaking point.

“Y/n,” König moans as he leans down to kiss your lips.

You move your hand from his forearm to his jaw eagerly pressing his lips into yours harder. Moaning into his mouth as his tongue pushes past your lips and begins to circle around every corner of your mouth.

You feel the same overwhelming feeling of pleasure, you know you’re about to cum. You try to turn your head to let out moans but König moves his hand from your leg to your face to keep you kissing him, his tongue dancing with yours as you begin to orgasm.

Without warning König pulls out and steps off the bed. Your body is still trying to calm down. You look at him as he grabs your legs and drags you to the edge of the bed. He rests your legs over his shoulders as his hands grasp your hips. He slips his cock back into your needy pussy and begins to thrust as hard as he can.

Your back arches and you reach out grabbing the bed sheets as you loudly moan König’s name. König has sweat dripping from his forehead as he looks down at you not being able to handle his cock.

“You can take it, Maus, I’m going to cum.”

“Please, cum. Please fuck your cock is so- big.” You moan now looking up at him. Your face contorted from the pleasure.

“Beg for it more.”

“Please cum, please cum in my tight little pussy.”

“Oh, fuck ja, mehr!”

“Please cum in me.” You whimper out as his thrust picks up even more, the sound of his hips slamming into your ass fills the room.

König listens to you beg, watching your eyes glaze over with a lustful look. He nods his head as you beg him to fill your precious little pussy full of his cum. He does.

“Y/n! Fuck!” König moans out, dropping his head back as his cock throbs deep inside of you.

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“Hey sweetie, did you have a good day today?” Chris asks as he walks to you and kisses your cheek.

“Yeah, I did.” You sit still thinking about König, excited for tomorrow.

“Did you do something different with your skincare routine? You look like you’re glowing.”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Well, whatever it is, you should keep doing it.”

“Oh, I will.” You smile, holding your secret.

[disgustingtwitches]

"I like a tall woman with a nice big ass."

König x tall+curvy!reader. Love the idea of this uptight motherfucker getting with someone who is young and wild :)

MDNI

König is dragged out to a trendy club by his subordinates and he's awkwardly folded up in a seat in the corner of the club. The flashing lights and loud music give him a headache so he steps out into the smoking area. There you are with your girlfriends, yelling something about a 'hot girl summer' and pouring tequila into each other's mouths.

He can't really ignore your group; young, foreign, and rambunctious. He can't really ignore your long legs that lead to full hips that move side to side. He can't really ignore your pierced nipples or rounded breasts that almost bust out of your tight white crop top while you jump around. He can't really ignore how soft you look. He has to look away so all the blood in his body doesn't rush to his dick.

One of his subordinates walk up to him, concerningly drunk, talking about some bullshit he doesn't care about. He ushers him back to the group before ordering them to back to base. The group complains but complies. They don't even ask why he's staying behind.

He goes off to look for you. You aren't hard too find, taller than the gaggle of women that surround you. He just stares at you from far away. You stop mid conversation with your girlfriends, the hair on the back of your neck standing up. You look around and see him staring: a clear view of each other over the tops of everyone's heads.

As unsettling as his stare is, you were used to it by now. That's apparently how Germans are? You excused yourself from your group and walked over to him. Even in your heels he was taller than you. Something you weren't used to.

"Evening."

You put your hand out. He takes it, his hands are rough and his grip strong.

"Abend."

He replies dryly. There's an awkward silence. What a charmer, this one. It didn't really matter though, he was hot. He was still holding your hand... it was getting sweaty. You pull away and wipe your hand on your skirt.

"So, uhm... Nice weather."

You try to wrangle a conversation out of him.

"Yes, it is... agreeable."

You want to laugh. He was kind of pathetic. It made him hotter somehow. You convince him to take a shot with you, hoping to losen him up. You manage a few more words out of him; his age and "name". Or whatever he preferred to be called. Your girlfriends find and encircle the both of you. He immediately tenses up while they bombard the two of you with questions. You shoo them and they giggle walking off.

The rest of the night is filled with the same failed attempts at conversation. At this point it's just niceties, you're gonna sleep with him whether he talks or not. He knows that. You shoot a text to your girlfriends and share your location while he whisks you away to his place.

As soon as the door to his place closes, he pins you against the wall, grabs your neck, and plants deep kisses on your lips. It takes you back a little, expecting him to be a little more shy. But you're not complaining. You start tearing each other's shirts off, he audibly moans when your top comes off. He twirls his tongue around one pierced nipple, brushing a thumb over the other one diligently.

"So fucking beautiful, fits in my hand perfectly."

His wet mouth leaves a trail of sloppy kisses up your neck.

"Can you keep the heels on?"

He asks while unbuckling his pants. You oblige. He places a hand on your back and guides you to place your hands on a table in the hallway, making you face a mirror. You watch his face through the reflection as he lifts your skirt up, his eyes go wide. So soft and full. He's practically drooling, mumbling something about finally being able to stand and fuck someone properly for once. He pulls your panties to the side and flashes a goofy smile while rubbing himself between your slick folds. You'd laugh if you weren't absolutely horrified at how big he felt pressed up against your entrance. He looks up half-lidded,

"Fucking perfect for me, hm?"

Your knees almost buckled at his words. God, he's fucking hot. He teasingly slides his fat tip in and out of you until you beg for more, groans as he slides himself inside you. You clench around him as he gets deeper and deeper. Jesus, how much dick can one man have? He holds your hips and rocks back and forth slowly. Soft love taps to your cervix each time your hips touch his.

"Look."

He says while reaching to wrap a gentle hand around your neck to pull you back against his chest.

"See how good we look together, hm?"

You moan his name as he starts to pound into you. He's entranced with the way your soft ass bounces on his dick. He looks up into your eyes through the mirror while teasing your nipples.

"You take it better than anyone I've ever fucked before."

He kisses and nips your neck before he reaches down to grab both cheeks, spreading you out to get a better view of himself slipping in and out of you. The sight makes his dick jump inside you, which is an overwhelmingly delicious feeling. He leans over and snakes his hands around to the front of your thighs and squeezes them before sliding up between them, playing with your sensitive clit. He gets too rough with you. He thinks you can handle more since you're thicker and taller than most women he's been with. You can't. His dick is a battering ram. Your knees buckle.

"Come on mein Schatz, you can take it. Say you can take it."

How could you deny him? His voice is so soft and darling compared to the roughness of his actions. He grips your curvy hips and pulls them back onto his hips, hard. He fills you to the brim as you yelp. He didn't have a way to describe the way you made him feel. It was a nice change of pace from having to treat women like a piece of porcelain. He could rough you up a bit and you took it like a champ. He didn't have to bend in a way that made his back hurt the next morning. This was refreshing. He couldn't get enough. It went on for hours and hours.

"Made just for me."

He'd repeat into your ear every time you'd spasm around him. He folded you up and pounded into you until you couldn't see straight. He'd fondle every curve on your body, praising how nicely it bounced every time he strokes into you. You were supposed to fly out to England with your girlfriends the next day. Instead, he bought you a ticket to catch a flight after the weekend was over.

[prettyoatmeal]

There's a First Time for Everything (König x Reader)

Hello again. This is a sort of part 2 for my last post, however it isn't needed to understand this one. That one was fluff, this one is a smut... whose horse is that 🤭? Reader is GN again (implied Hungarian, cursing) but they have AFAB anatomy, sorry to anyone who that doesn't apply to. I'm also sorry that this is super drawn out and super long, I just thought it would be cute.

CONTENT WARNINGS: Smut!!! Sexual content and innuendos. You both top each other for a little while, tummy bulge, creampie, slight mommy and breeding kink towards the end, mentions of becoming pregnant, praise, size difference, mention of the babygirl-ification of König, and his first time doing the devil's tango. Reader has a few insecurities with their body but it's not in depth..

SUMMARY: You and König have your first time together, König's first time ever. He gets a little.. carried away. He calls you mommy.

Word Count: 2700

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

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Over the course of establishing a formal relationship with König, you'd find yourself often craving him more and more. Of course you two haven't ever gone all the way yet during those intimate make-out sessions between you two, you both were too nervous for that still. Throughout these make-out sessions, you'd come to identify a lot of the things which could turn König on. He loves it when you take control. Sure he could very easily force you to submit due to his sheer size, but he could never do such a thing, he couldn't bring himself to. He's too afraid to hurt you. Calling him your good boy and 'baby girl' will also get him going. You once called him baby girl as a joke. That was until he asked you to say it again and it was no longer a joke. Now you two are hoping that no one has overheard you calling the 6'10 army man who has killed hundreds of people 'baby girl' or you know you're never going to hear the end of it. He'd mentioned to you that he hadn't ever had sex with someone before, but that didn't matter to you. You still loved him. However, even so, you've begun to imagine him inside you, or if it were his fingers touching you while you while you'd be going down on yourself more often. His bulge is very prominent even if he wasn't turned on so it would most definitely crowd your mind during your personal time. Usually you'd listen to some audio porn and use your imagination to get yourself off, but this time it was different. It felt different. Thinking about him drove you nuts, your libido becoming higher with each time you'd get yourself off, and your orgasms becoming more satisfying than they were before. 

You wouldn't bring it up as you didn't mind waiting. You were too nervous to go all the way anyway, you both were. Especially if he were to feel even just a little disappointed with you how look under all your clothes. Not curvy enough or too thick in the stomach area. You'd always had a bad relationship with your looks, body dysmorphia more common on some days than the rest. But that still didn't stop you from fantasising each night about how it would feel as he slides in and out of you with deep, sloppy thrusts, soft moans and whimpers leaving his mouth, your bodies moving together as one.

However, your fantasies would soon become a reality after one night you two were spending the night together once you two had gotten back from a mission. Spending the night over at his so you two could be together without a worry in the world, it had gotten a little frisky. It had gone from soft kisses on the couch while watching whatever show was showing on the tele, to you on top of him, practically sucking his face off as you barely paid any attention to whatever nonsense the TV was airing. You'd pull away from him, his dark eyes full of both love and lust which was awfully obvious without even looking at his face if It were uncovered. At this point it would be nice to mention that both of you were still clothed in your uniforms as you were too eager and unwilling to waste time in something so minor when you could be on top of him instead.

And that was currently happening. You were on top of him, his hands on either of your thighs as he tries to not grip too hard on them. They fit perfectly in his large hands, even if your thighs were on the thicker side. Which was a little scary and really put into perspective how big this man really was. If his hands were that big.. then that would mean-

"I've missed this... Mous." He'd say through his soft panting. You can already feel how hard he is as you sit nicely on his lap.

"I've missed this as well, Bear." You'd reply as you slowly began to move your hips back and forth, earning a small whimper from the man under you as his large hands moved upward to your fleshy hips and grabbing onto them to help you grind onto him.

"Please, Mous.. (Y/N)..." He'd breathe out in a shaky manner as he looked up at you with his beautiful blue eyes, the table lamp in the room providing just the right amount of light so it reflects and makes his iris' sparkle. Lips curling into a smile, you place another small kiss onto his uncovered lips, taking your thumb and wiping away your spit from them after you've pulled away.

"Please what, hmm?" You'd asked, "what are you asking for, baby girl?"

That statement alone, you calling him your 'baby girl', would've made his knees give in if he weren't laying down. Lucky for you two, you were still on the couch, and probably will be staying there until you're done. It definitely wasn't something he would've believed he'd enjoy being called. If he told himself back when he first joined the military that he'd end up being called 'baby girl' by his partner and loving it, he would not believe himself. He swallowed as his nerves kicked in, readying himself for what's about to happen.

"More,, please." König replied as his grip on your soft hips tightened, pressing you down onto him more along with a small whine he had let out in the midst of the action. Your clothes began to get more and more in the way with every movement of your hips, barely stimulated either of you. You two couldn't help it anymore, and so the trousers came off. And by god, was he massive. It put you into a shock. It also really put into perspective at how small you are compared to him. You always knew this, it was no surprise he was bigger than you. But now looking at the even more prominent bulge in his boxers really puts it into perspective that he's massive in more ways than one. You knew it would hurt.

König noticed your eyes staring and looked away in full embarrassment. This was his first time, he'd still been a virgin prior to this. He wasn't at all interested in relationships before you came along, so he had no reason to call up and pay a girl just so they could fuck. He'd watched porn before, but porn doesn't depict real life. He wasn't sure what to do, what to say, how to move his hands, anything. All he knows is that the guys stay quiet, and the girls start screaming the moment they get any sort of stimulation. But you weren't like that. You were real, you're not an actor, you weren't getting paid for this. You were doing this because you love him and want to feel him. And in all honesty, that just made him want to fuck you even more.

Your moans become more audible as your clothed genitalia keep grinding together, in long, sloppy moves, only those infinitely thin knickers separating you two from each other.

"Please, please, please, please, please!" He'd beg and beg, "please, (Y/N). Just do... something, anything!" he'd continue to beg as his accent got thicker in anticipation and arousal. At this point, you could count on it that your own wetness would be enough 'lube' for the session. You've already soaked through your underwear and if they weren't already awfully dirty, your trousers would require a deep cleaning as well. Your hunger for König grew. You knew what had to be done.

You two ditched the rest of the uniforms quickly. Your face grew a redder colour as you uncovered your torso, hoping that König wouldn't dislike how your body looked. You weren't exactly the most body confident person either, however, you swore you could see his pupils transform into hearts as they gazed upon the sheer beauty you.

"Can I touch you?" He asked as you'd reply with a nod. His hands begun to roam upward, massaging your waist, moving up to your chest and bra, then to your shoulders as he played with the straps. Soon it was his turn. You stared at him in awe as he even removed his hood for you. You had always loved seeing his face, even if it was a rarer occurrence now that you keep getting called in for missions. You two took in the sight of each other’s bodies, König's hands still wandering as your finger tips traced each little (or big) scar on his chest, lip, arms. It was a lot to take in at once.

With weak bounces, you 'd continued to raise and lower yourself on König's cock, it barely fitting inside you as is. Your eyes rolled back at every bounce as König slowly lost his mind. Feeling your walls wrap tightly around his length drove him crazy, audible, girlish moans escaping his mouth as you tried to keep your cool and keep yourself together. Fucking hell was he huge, filling you up nicely with a small bulge visible on your lower abdomen, indicating how huge it was. It took a while to get used to, though after the pain had fully subsided, you two were already hot and sweaty and moaning into each other’s mouths. His hips bucked upwards with every bounce, trying to get as much stimulation as possible. His eyes were fixed on looking deep into yours, unable to bring himself to look away apart from a few times where he'd squeezed his eyes shut for a few seconds from the sheer pleasure he'd been experiencing. He absolutely loved watching your face as you'd ride him.

"That's it," You'd say with every louder moan König would let out, stuttering a few times or so from the pleasure you're also feeling. "Such a good boy for m-me, König. Would you like me to go faster?" His face was completely lost in the pleasure as you let your hips bounce faster, only able to muster up a small nod. A fast paced, wet, squelching noise soon filled the room along with the loud echo of skin slapping together. Your bodies move together as König's hips thrust upward with every time you lower yourself onto his cock, keeping a consistent rhythm as you both got closer and closer to your releases.

"Fuck,, Mous, mgh.. s-so close." He'd mutter out among the nonsensical babbles you couldn't understand. You stared down at his chest and at how quick his breaths had become.

"You f-feel so good inside me, my love. Looking so pretty like this under me." And he did. Your eyes roamed as a smile formed on your face, the same man which had easily killed hundreds of people was underneath you letting out those girlish moans which made your heart beat like crazy. That was when his breath hitched and his eyes finally looked away from the embarrassment as he got flustered, the grip on your waist unintentionally becoming tighter, "so deep, filling me up, creating a small bump in my stomach with your cock,,"

His eyes immediately darted down to where the bulge is as he hadn't noticed it too much before, the pure sight of it almost making him cum inside you instantly as he swallows. You're almost unable to react as after a second, you're no longer on top of him. That fucker flipped you two over. A small, very exciting panic washed over you as you anticipated what'd happen next. Thats when he'd begin to thrust into you like never before, the change of position causing you to let out a heavy moan.

"Oh, Liebling,," He'd moan out as he began to thrust inside you at an almost inhumane speed, chasing your orgasms. Every time he thrust inside you, that ticking time bomb in your stomach got closer and closer to exploding. Your legs wrapped around his waist as your arms wrapped around his neck, holding on for your dear life as the most unholy noises escaped both of your mouths. Feeling that oh so familiar burn in your abdomen, your orgasm creeped closer and closer as your boyfriend thrust into you relentlessly, pounding you into the sofa. His hands dig into your hips to stabilise them.

"Look at you, Liebling, look at how you look under me!" He let out a broken but triumphant chuckle as he fucked you silly. His thrusts are those of an amateur, but he was trying his damn best and he was doing a great job. You're surprised both of you had lasted this long.

"How w-would you feel if I made you into a mommy, huh?" he'd asked, making your head spin like crazy. Bloody hell, it was only this fucker's first time and he'd already busted out the mommy shit. Heat of the moment you'd suppose.

"Muss schwängern.. muss fü- shit, mfphh-" He'd cut himself off, unable to finish his sentence with those moans and curses of his. You could feel how his cock twitched inside you, indicating how close he is. "Ach scheiße,, mommy," he'd manage to mutter out with that thick accent you loved. "Fuck, mommy, please!" Those moans echo in your ears, that burning becoming more intense. He couldn't control what was exiting his mouth anymore.

"Ó, b-baszús,," was the only way you could respond as you could feel yourself flying off to heaven the moment König's hand travels down to massage your swollen clit.

"Ach, m-mommy please, please, please," He'd beg, "I'm so close, please! I need to cum inside you so bad,," his thrusts become sloppier, stickier, wetter as that mixture of your wetness and his pre-cum had seeped onto the skin on your thighs, those slapping noises loud and moist. You had nothing left in you, you couldn't even say anything from how overwhelmed you were from the sheer force of his thrusts, his cock exploring every nook and crevice inside you. It was as if he was about to push through your cervix.

You manage to moan out his name on last time as those words of his push you over the edge.

"Oh, König!" You'd exclaim, the feeling of the orgasm you've been chasing finally washing over you. "Yes,, ahh, fuck~!" You'd manage to choke out before his lips crash onto yours. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly as that heavenly, euphoric feeling finally hit you like a truck, your back arching at the continuation of your boyfriends thrusts. König let out a low 'Thats it, good girl,' as you'd reached your high. Your arms grip onto him for your dear life as you've just experienced the most intense orgasm of your life. He makes you ride out your orgasm before his cock twitches again at how your walls had tightened around him. This causes him to thrust into you like a savage animal in heat, breeding you as best he could.

"Oh my- fuckk, Eng, s-so fucking Eng." The way he'd mix his German vocabulary into English made your heart almost skip a beat. Your foreheads press together as choke out small sobs from being so overstimulated post-orgasm. "My love, I'm so close-" Was the last thing he could say before he roughly pulled your hips up into him and burying his cock deep inside you, filling you up with his thick cum, and letting out the most shameless, broken moan he could, his voice cracking mid-moan. The bulge in your stomach showed prominently as he came inside you, his voice shaking.

"Ich Liebe dich,, so much." He'd breathe to you, placing a final soft kiss onto your lips as you two recovered from your orgasms. You were completely out of breath as his thrusting slowly stopped. It took you both a good while to recover, your mind was definitely blank for a while.

"So, I was your first, huh?"

He looked away sheepishly, flustered, feeling a little bad for how roughly he treated you tonight.

"Oh, hush," he'd say out of embarrassment before his soft lips met yours again.

***************

Sorry, I've come to realise this fic is way too fucking long and probably no one is going to read it. I literally just wrote this for myself yet I couldn't be bothered either. Congratulations if you made it to the end without being tremendously bored and clicking away. You get a gold star, good job, my love ⭐️

Goodnight, everyone.

*************** DISCLAIMER Under no circumstances do I give permission to copy, repost, or manipulate my work in any way. I am not comfortable with this. If you wish to translate my work, message me privately. My inbox is always open.

[konigsmaus]

König x tall!reader

The first time König saw you, he was stunned. You were the perfect woman. Curvy and beautiful. But what impressed him was your height. Standing at the proud height of 6'10, könig's life wasn't the best.

He wanted to be a sniper, but they declined him, telling him he's too big. He became a human tank, breaching doors and paving the way for his team in combat.

But when he saw you, reaching his shoulder, he was head over heels. He could say he was the happiest man in the world. Now standing at the height of 5'11 wasn't so bad anymore.

[wtfdemother]

Slasher AU Terrifier!König weasel lil shit. NSFW below, happy Kinkvember day 14 ☃️🤝

post banners by tsunami-of-tears

CW: Followed for a suspected murder on the opposite side of town, König needs someplace to lay low for a hot minute. Lucky for him, tonight the amusement park was open and bustling with life. And look at that. There’s a scare house. He’ll fit right in, give a real good scare.

Terrifier!König X Curvy!Reader

Terrifier!König who slips into an unsuspecting carnival, not knowing what he was getting himself into. All he was certain of was that this place was perfect to blend in. Who would suspect him? He was a clown covered in blood on the night of a horror-themed park, just remember to ignore that metallic smell.

Terrifier!König who finds himself inside a haunted house after weaving past unsuspecting strangers, too inebriated and care-free to notice that the knife in his hand wasn’t in fact a prop, they’re too concentrated on his sheer size. One even asked if his height and muscles were real, he only shook his head with a dismissive chuckle. He walked through the dark halls, the atmosphere hair-raising and suddenly chilly. Occasionally a blood curdling scream would tear through the silent halls, some poor soul probably got scared by some scare actor… which gave him an idea.

Terrifier!König who tried his hand in scaring a few peeps that passed by, he didn’t have to move at times, letting people judge fully the book by its cover. He looked terrifying, a hulking man with a smile too wide, smeared in red and creepy makeup. He was menacing to look at and soon sent them screaming. But instead of running the opposite direction, the people in their various costumes would hold a hand over their racing heart then laugh it off before moving further into the haunted house.

He was having fun. Until now, when you showed up. Then he wanted a different kind of fun.

Terrifier!König whose mind blanks for a minute, why on earth would you be wearing that? Wearing that viral Modakawa dress, delicate golden linked chains pooling over your hips filling the fabric of the velvety dress nicely with your tits on full display. He peeped the pudge of your belly through the black dress, feeling his cock chub up from the sight of your soft figure. Oh, he wanted to squeeze you so bad… make you scream his name, not in fear. He’s decided.

Terrifier!König who steps out of his spot, you think it’s a part of the scare act. You act all scared but fail miserably as you crumble under a fit of loose giggles. You place a gentle hand on his arm, feeling how tight it was from the muscle. “I’m so sorry… I’m sure you’re usually very scary.” You hiccup, interrupting yourself as you shamelessly let your eyes roam over his broad bod, truly a mountain of a man. You bite your lip, feeling slick down there already, “I… I’m a little drunk and I know you’re just doing your job, so if I could just sneak past you…” You trail off and try to step past him like you said, but he grabs you by the arm.

Terrifier!König whose grip is firm yet mindful while holding you, which is surprising given his size. You’re about to say something but he presses his rough lips to your knuckles and your mind fizzles like bubbles in champagne. While maintaining eye contact, mind you. Then he does it again. And again, and it soon clicks that he’s making his way up your arm. He presses a final kiss to your shoulder, his hand wrapped around your wrist as he pulled you in closer. He gets behind you, the same hand still gripping your wrist while his free arm snakes around your waist, then the other with your hand still in his. Your cheeks are on fire and you don’t know whether to reject his advances or not. But he’s so… yummy.

Terrifier!König who quietly guides you into a nearby closet, you being drunk off your ass and oddly attracted to the zany one let him push you in without question. He treats it like you’re playing seven minutes in heaven, kissing your round cheeks with such a peculiar fascination. He didn’t talk, even when you tried engaging in small talk he remained quiet for the most part. The only time he indulged you in a response was a small grunt when you asked him jokingly if he liked you. It shut you up quickly.

Terrifier!König who marvelled at the sight of the fat of your tits pool between his fingers, the ample flesh enough to fit his large hands. He chuckles softly to himself, almost relieved when you kiss him back without shying away this time. He slowly circles your pebbles nipples with a thumb while his tongue gently explored your mouth, whining mournfully when you felt the warmth missing from his hands when they came to rest on the curve of your thighs. “So weich, meine Liebe,” he murmurs into your ear, giving the shell of your ear a little nip with a rumble in his chest. It sends shivers through your body and a strange warmth coiling down your core. You ask him to wait but he silences you with a patient kiss. “No questions, no doubts, no names… just live with me in the moment…” The clink of his belt coming undone fills the room, he continues to kiss you through the motion of unzipping his fly and somehow, his cracked lips felt like petals brushing your skin.

Terrifier!König who hikes up your pretty dress and tuts when he finds you wearing crotchless panties, he gives your nose a little peck. “Such a naughty thing… so süße.” He takes you roughly on the closet floor, gripping at the fat of your hips with a punishing grip. He can’t get over how supple you feel, you give his cock a good home, your moans are so fucking sweet it almost hurts to hear. “Oh, liebling… du bist so shöne…” he mumbles against the bruised skin on your neck from the numerous hickeys given.

Terrifier!König who shudders above you, caging your form in his goliath embrace while he rams senselessly into your chubby pussy, folding you into a mating press. The lewd position makes the wet, rhythmic sounds more pronounced and obvious, bouncing off the confined walls of the small storage closet. You’re seeing stars and the booze helps voice your shameless groans, they only seem to amplify his desires. He asked if it was good and you nod dumbly while being fucked within an inch of your life. “Yes! Yes! Pleeaase…! So gooddd…~”

Terrifier!König who doesn’t protest when you claw at his back with a resounding pain, the sting somehow heightening his arousal. He’s so close, and he knows you are too. As an act of mercy he slips a hand down to your throbbing clit, massaging it gently but with a certain urgency while your pussy pulsed around his shaft. You’re so close… you whine against his grinning lips. “Komm, liebling, komm…” he murmurs into the kiss, swallowing your moans as you topple over the edge. Your pussy tightens like a vice, milking his balls of every drop of cum he had pent up. He slams his hips once more into your cunt, nestling his heavy cock deep inside your spasming cunny.

To your surprise, he cleans you up and pecks you on the forehead before scrambling off, leaving you dazed on the cold floor and wondering if you’ll ever get to see that odd man again. Someday, maybe. It’s not like he’s a killer, right?…

[sw33tsnow]

You want me exclusively

Dilf!König x Mechanic!Curvy!F!Reader (18+)

Summary: All thanks to your sister and her part-time job, you’ve found the man - your man. 

Warning: NOT FOR MINORS, age gap (late-20s & mid-40s), size difference, single dad (König is depicted without a hood), slight angst, smut, pussydrunk!König, possessive!f!reader, praising, boobs sucking, blowjob, dick slapping, cunnilingus, face sitting, fingering, flatiron position, unprotected sex, confession, etc. Word count: 6k6

NOTE(s):

In Badjhur we trust: better imagination (the scenario was different)

Just my dirty thoughts in the middle of the night :3

I'M TERRIBLY APOLOGIZE FOR ANY GRAMMAR AND LANGUAGE ERRS

His teeth were clenching and his eyes were wandering between the front door and the small, flaming cocoon in his hand, König was indeed panicking. With the phone pressed against his ear, he endlessly paced back and forth in the room, her heavy breathing made him lose his composure.

'Hello?' After a seemingly endless ring, a hoarse yet gentle voice spoke up from the other end of the line, causing relief washed over König.

"H-hey, it's me, I'm...I'm so sorry for calling you this late....." König stammered.

'Not at all, is everything alright?' His anxiety rocketed when the rustling sound of the mattress and your uneasy voice reached his ear. The man felt even more miserable for bothering his nanny at three in the morning like this.

"Jütte has a very high fever, I've tried to....I don't know...." Interrogation or generating briefing has never made him so nervous but in this current situation, his daughter was the only priority.

'I'll be there in a minute, the sweat might make her uncomfortable so you need to change her clothes' You calmly instructed König and patiently waited until he answered before hanging up and quickly stormed out of your flat. 

The firm knocks seemed to pull König out of the abyss, he marched to the door and opened it, maybe you overlooked ringing the bell due to such a rush. You stood there with your quickly combed hair, a spaghetti straps tank top stuck to your frame and a pair of rumpled dark loose jeans that’d definitely just been pulled out of your closet. The thin overshirt jacket with both sleeves rolled up and flops made you look so….accessible. The man jumped aside when he realized he was blocking the entrance.  Swiftly took the steaming little thing into your arms, you handed König the bag of medicine as if telling him to prepare it for her to drink. Both of you didn't say a word to each other, the only audible sound was the spoon hitting the cup on the kitchen island beside the difficult breathing of the cotton ball in your embrace.

After putting the girl in the crib with a chill towel placed on her forehead, you gently walked out to the living room where the man was sitting. His hands were clasped together so hard that knuckles were white, eyes closed as a mountain of man sat immobile on a stool in the kitchen.

"I've already put her to sleep, she’ll be as good as new tomorrow" You gently approached, afraid of startling him.

"Mir geht es gut, I really owe you a lot." König's eyes opened to look at you, wrinkles in his eye sockets appearing as he smiled at you, "How about a drink?" The man stood up and turned towards the cabinet to take out the booze and two cabernet glasses.

"Don't think I should be wasted while at work, sir" You teased.

König just laughed and cocked his head at the empty space next to him. You both started drinking and chatting, he once again apologized for bothering you because the grandparents weren't here to help and you’ve to give him the look so he’d stop his guiltiness.

You understood that this little girl is indeed the light of his life, the sweet angel that god brought to him. König always reminded himself to love and care for his child until the day he no longer existed in this world. But you did not expect the man to open up about his last lover to you, have you managed to put him at ease?

As a Colonel in the military, with such a prestigious title, it's clear that his job is quite typical. Not just sitting at a desk with hundreds of paperwork with confidential stamps on or training rookies, deployments that last no less than a couple weeks and returning with new wounds without dying on the battlefield certainly not simple tasks. But that didn’t mean König lacked regard for his ex-fiancee because whenever possible, he always tried to spend all his time with her. About three years ago, returning home exhausted, König was given a big surprise - an ultrasound photo. Nothing could describe the man's explosive happiness at that moment. The colonel picked her up and twirled her around, unable to wait to marry her.

Baby, a baby 

The first time you met König, besides his broad shoulders and impressive height, you were truly captivated by those mesmerized gray-blue orbs. And to this moment, they seemed to be chosen as the stars’ new home when the visible spark glistened because of recalling beautiful memories.

Ironically, what she said extinguished everything, she did not want to marry him and couldn't take the baby with her either. She wanted to abandon the child, their child, and left him with the baby. The man was devastated, yes, the efforts to comfort and tried to overcome difficult stages when he couldn't accompany her only received scolding in return.

Could not salvage, König agreed to let her go and raise his baby all by himself. He loved his daughter more than anything, the little angel was his only connection with the woman he used to love, naming her Jütte - the bright gem. Sleepless nights to lull the baby to sleep, the confusion and stress that occurred to him when she cried due to hunger. You heard him scoff at mentioning sometimes he was afraid that his rough frame or the deep, husky voice were too intimidating for his little princess but every time her eyes lit up and those small hands firmly held his pinkie, all his fatigue vanished as if they never existed. 

He stopped and whipped his head in the opposite direction. You remained silent but moved a little closer, letting him know you were nearby and that he’s not alone. Even though you've only known each other for more than two weeks, you think you've aroused some inappropriate feelings for König, not sure whether to ignore them or let them grow.

The grandparents were delighted to look after their small sweet girl but they’re over the hill now, couldn’t wipe them out like that so the man decided to send his little angel to kindergarten in the morning and hired a nanny for his family when he's on deployment. That's the reason why you're here, no, your sister was here.

_-_-_-_-_-_

“Sis, please please please please…..please” 

The petite girl kept shaking your thighs no matter how clearly the signs of irreversibility appeared on your face. A small sigh escaped your lips, placing the takeout on the table, then you turned your head to where the constant pleading from. Sound of the wheels rolling on the floor and the squeaking sound as you leaned back against the chair made the girl stop rambling.

"Have you asked for the father’s permission yet?" Continue spinning the fork in between your pointer and middle finger. You raised your eyebrows but your face looked helpless, not disappointed. 

"Of course I did, but ’bout your...." A silly smile that perhaps was supposed to save the awkwardness.

"For fuck sake, I should probably call mom to be sure that you’re my sister?" You huffed with an irritated tone. 

Your sister was in her final year majoring in visual arts and she needed to concentrate fully on her upcoming graduation project. You knew how important this was to her and that your sister was indeed a talent. Of course you supported her wholeheartedly, she’s staying at your house, you cooked every meal, and also picked her up at the campus and drove her to work. You told your dumb sister that she only needed to focus on studying and didn't require any help though she’s begging you non-stop, but instead of just doing the laundry and sweeping your house as a gratitude, she found this babysitting job that’d definitely kill her after the whole-goddamn-day at the university. 

“C’mon sis, I’m beggin’.....beggin’ youuuuuu~ ” God this horrible sound, if it weren't for your sister's best friend performing with electric guitar in a band, you wouldn't have your ears tortured like this every single day. 

Your face scrunched as you carefully considered what your sister put in an offer of a few past seconds. It's not that you wanted to refuse her but - a nanny, not only for a nearly four years old little girl, but also for the endearing old spouses. You all have met a couple times when you came to pick up your sister, sometimes your sister was walking the little girl home after going to the park, other times the grandmother had to bring your sister stuff down to the lobby while she rushed down after your phone call. Interacting with strangers ain’t your forte at all but this baby seemed quite well-behaved and the grandparents were also very pleasant, or simply because your sister was more approachable than you. 

“Guarantee they’ll love your cooking” Your sister gave you a mischievous wink and you shook your head in defeat. 

“The problems ain't that simple, sweet pea” 

"Ahhhhhh, you know better than I do that your job isn't supposed to be down here in the garage, plus none of your tattoos are notable" You kept silent and only gazed at her.

Hated to admit but it’s true, you could’ve just sat in the office and accounted for your garages' finances but you chose the opposite. You loved the pleasant jingling sound of wrenches every time you worked with dusty engines and the feeling of adrenaline when you concentrated on some sophisticated details. Frankly, you highly doubted that the smell of lubricating oil that for sure always lingered on your skin mixed together with your sweat would be welcomed by elders and small kids. Being an owner not only gave you a stable income but also helped you meet plenty of friends with similar pursuits. 

Your sister's truly a minx because long pants would fix that tiny issue perfectly.

“You know I wouldn’t ask you if I had another choice” She gave you those puppy eyes, knowing it wouldn’t work but still could make you find it difficult to say no, “You don’t need to do anything specific, just have to pick the girl at six in the afternoon, make sure she's fed and bathed before nine, that's all" You haven't gone out before ten since forever, “Then prepare breakfast and lunch for the grandparents and remember to check for groceries”. What’s more? The nutrition and seasoning have to be noted down and dinner would definitely be served directly. Man, you'd rather lay on the creeper and drain your arms under some random cars for hours than this job.

"Two months" You held up two fingers as if confirming with your sister.

"Yes, only two months and I'll come rescue you" She postured a superhero pose and the two of you burst out laughing, "Only my ass" She's so lucky you love her.

During the first week, everything went smoothly. Jütte and her grandparents absolutely adored the meals you cooked for them, the grandmother even whispered to not telling your sister that she loved your cooking more than hers didn’t fail to make you laugh at the sweetness. You asked your sister if you were allowed to ride the baby on your bike and she agreed without hesitation, also recalled the squeal and the delighted face that she showed every time your sister mentioned you and your bike. No proof needed because the little girl couldn’t stop her curiosity to swirl around and sing happily with a small helmet settled on her head, making you couldn't help but snigger all along the way.

Your office’s door opened and timid footsteps led behind you as if not wanting to disturb. Slowly sitting up straight, you nodded in approval for the person behind you to continue.

"You got a message, Mama" 

Cracked your neck and motioned for the girl with an orange messy bun to take your place before excusing yourself to your customer. Mama, a nickname given to you not because you're the oldest but you're always thoughtful, treating everyone equally, and always responsible in your doing. Or based on your sister, you're the boss. Massaging the girl's shoulder as a thank you, you grabbed your phone and went straight outside to pick up the call. 

"Get off work early, Mama?" That snarky voice caused you to smirk, glancing over at the boy in the tank top who’s looking at you with teasing eyes. You didn't say anything but held up the phone, showing your sister's name on it, making the boy immediately shut his mouth and went to the hook to bring the jacket and your keys to you with the most respectful gesture. 

‘Hey, sorry for the sudden call’ Your sister's voice rang out through the phone’s speaker

“You need me at the campus?” You asked without breaking eye contact with the younger one in front of you, could totally tell he’s so tense right now due to a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. 

‘Oh no no, the father just texted, he'll be home for a few weeks, you can discuss the work with him after dropping Jütte home, bet she'll be so excited to see her father." Her giggle sounded like an early bird’s chirping, so joyful that it made the dumbhead before your eyes almost turned to a ripe tomato.  

“Loud and clear….speaking of which, you’re free this Saturday, yeah?” You used your casual flat tone, ‘Yep, need to unwind a bit’ then you two said a couple more sentences before hanging up.

The lad dramatically collapsed down on the ground and hugged your leg, thanking you profusely. You just pouted in contempt and shot him a mocking side-eyes, feeling powerful being able to command someone so easily. You retreated your foot and shooed away the heavy bastard with one kick, swiftly put on your coat and went down to the basement to hop on your bike.

Entered the code on the lock and pushed the door in, a pair of massive-size boots with mud caked on the doorstep attracted you and the little girl in your arms.

"Papa?!" The girl called out in excitement and surprise.

Not long after, the man in a plain green t-shirt and cargo pants appeared with a bright smile causing the little one in your arms to jump down and run into the arms lowering only for her. You swore the sight was so alluring that you stood like an idiot, that’s apparently the father and he's a lot more attractive than you expected. Sturdy torso with muscles flexed at any of his motion, bulky arms and broad chest, you couldn't get the view of those thighs but fuck, they better be meaty as your mouth watering of the thought. Some milky scars on the man's masculine face and body, he is a Colonel and a soldier, not so surprised.

"You must be the sister"

König and his daughter turned in sync to look at you, they looked exactly alike. You gave a friendly smile and walked over to greet the man, not being pushy so he wouldn't feel cringe, after all that's not who you are. Having the conversation with him, you realized he’s quite reserved but definitely a gentleman, it’s also undeniable that you’re fascinated by his accent. 

"I won't keep you here all afternoon for now, but do you mind if I ask you to pick up my kleines lamm and spare one more dish?" He spoke shyly, "Hate to admit but I'm a pretty bad cook." 

"No worries, that’s not any difficult task, you just saved my time though" You gave him a toothy smile and König's eyes responded back with clear appreciation.

_-_-_-_-_-_

You two exchanged phone numbers and the following days went as planned, you picked his daughter at kindergarten and rustled up meals in that spacious kitchen for them. The man's family has invited you to stay and dine with them, but you don't want to break the atmosphere and you shouldn’t get attached. Seemed strenuous when you both have an invisible bond because what kind of nanny sleeps in the guest room and makes breakfast for the host?  

You regretted drinking too much liquor last night and this splitting headache wouldn't spare you any mercy, decided to get up early and went to the supermarket to buy some toiletries. Cool water laved your entire body, quickly brushed your teeth before entering the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the two sleepyheads. If someone didn't know better, could assume you're König’s housewife.

The smell of sunny side-up eggs and crispy toast aroused König's nostrils, waking him up. Slowly getting up from the bed, he gently opened the door to his daughter's room to see her still sleeping soundly.

"Good morning, süßer engel" His big hand easily picked her up, the man rubbed his nose against the pretty little one below and whispered.

The baby stirred and frowned, oh my, her angry expression at being woken up made König chuckled delightfully. He carried the little girl to the living room and saw you behind the kitchen island, you raised your head and met his eyes.

"Mornin’...." You said as he sat down on the stool, even your weary grin was so beautiful.

“Good morning” Jütte squealed happily before her father could say anything.

"I'll feed her, here….bon appétit" you placed the plate down in front of the man and moved over the table. König's face flustered as your boobs might spill out of your low-cut shirt and his crotch stiffen immediately when your lower belly fat was exposed as you leaned over to take his daughter from his arms. 

"Have you eaten yet?" The man swallowed hard and pressed his hand against the bulge in his pants, "Already, sir, take your time" Sir, thank god he wasn’t standing, otherwise this’d be super embarrassing.

König thought you’d be the same as your sister, always dynamic and lively, but no, totally the opposite. You’re collected and tender. At first, when he didn't know you well, he thought you were stony and unapproachable, but turned out you’re not. You’re very thoughtful and responsible with your work, especially when you smile, your face lit up differently than usual. You respected König's private space and that of his family, perhaps  keeping a safe distance, but he knew there’s something unspeakable between the two of you. The fleeting touches that you both ignored, the soft glances with a hint of lust, and the attachment between Jütte and you was also unlike your sister or previous babysitters. 

This was the last day you took your sister's place as his nanny, but everything was fast as a blink and König’s still confused with his own feelings. If he made his move, would you agree? Or did you simply only see him as your sister's boss?

The sound of the doorbell interrupted the man's thoughts. He quickly stood up and got to the door so you could peacefully continue until Jütte finished her soup. Unpredictably, König never thought he could see this face again on his doorstep, the face that he once loved so passionately and cruelly left him with his child.

A mellow female voice called the Colonel's name, causing you to turn your head. You were on pins and needles when the man did not move after that call, hugging Jütte tightly and carefully walking towards the open door. There stood a splendid woman with gorgeous glassy eyes and her outfit, although not flashy, was certainly top-shelf. The woman's attention turned to you, or rather to the little girl in your arms. A tear strained down her thin cheekbone before she captured and pressed the baby's head to the crook of her neck, the man didn't stop her and you figured out who this woman was. The little girl stared at the strange woman in bewilderment but didn’t scream or cry, perhaps she felt a sense of familiarity, and when the woman approached König - it was like a missing piece of the puzzle - a complete family.

You stood rooted to the spot, deadpan eyes stuck on them and realized how inessential your presence was. What were you even fantasizing about? The baby, who has never met the woman and wasn’t crying, what right do you have to interfere? Even if the mother did not return, such a person would be worthy of standing next to König, not you, sketchy and way too young. 

Moving the dirty dishes to the sink, you grabbed your keys and briskly exited the apartment. Drawing in shaky breaths, your chest tightened and the bridge of your nose began to sting, your brain couldn’t function proper and your heart sank as the elevator doors closed. You could hear every single piece inside you shattered, not a single sob escaped your lips but the tears refused to cease, you weren't planning on stopping them either, this was your way of releasing. You allowed yourself to be vulnerable, allowed your flesh and bones to work the way it's naturally supposed to, then got over shits later. Verbal abuse was forbidden on your tongue and insulting others just to satisfy your immediate emotions made you feel not so different from a failure. 

It's raining but you're not in the mood to care anymore. Observing the surrounding scenery of the city you lived in, your mother was right, Austria is indeed a divine country.

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I'm so sorry, sir, but it’s an urgent call from my teacher so I left Jütte at my sister’s place. I promise to text you sooner next time!!!!

Attached below was the address and one of your garages’ location. König's restlessness was so evident that his colleague was too worried to let him take the wheel. It was impossible to describe how much this mountain of man regretted not catching up with you the last time you two saw each other. Though he tried to ask about you through your sister, the young lady always politely refused; the man came to his conclusion that your sister did not know how the incident happened because strictly speaking, there was nothing binding between you and him. No confession had been spoken yet. 

“Sitrep, Colonel” The man with an erotic face went by the callsign Horangi opened his mouth, it's hard to tell if he's joking or serious.

König answered his sergeant with a heavy exhale, his patience was about to run out. In his mind, there were only your lifeless eyes as you paced past him to the door and the frantic calling of his daughter's mother - the woman who gave birth to his little angel, not the one he used to love. He stood dumbfounded at that time because he couldn't explain why after all this time, she chose to come back to look for him, plus he thought this woman had changed. Well, reality hit hard, when she saw König chasing after you, she started shouting at him out of the blue and accused him of sins from god-knows-where-they-came-from. At least the woman made the right choice to shut her filthy mouth as soon as he shot her a deadly glare, she had no authority to say those words after giving up König and his little girl. As for you, the woman did not dare to split anything, the man knew you're too nonchalant to care about bullshit stuff, but he’d not allow anyone who didn’t know you well to offend you.

2200, too late for any service shops to be opened but your garage lights were still on. Carefully parking the truck in the cul-de-sac right next to, the men walked over to the half-closed sliding door and bent down to enter. At the reception desk was a girl with shiny orange hair who was applying lipstick, her back was facing them but her eyes were looking at two men through the mirror she’s using.

"You are Jütte's father, right?" The girl asked with the typical salespeople’s voice. König nodded and the girl immediately picked up her phone to type something, “Mama will come down in a minute, have a seat” she spoke after receiving the message. Horangi raised an eyebrow at him, his intentions clearly written on his face. Mama, maybe that's your intimate name, but it's way too intimate. König darted his eyes around, your garage was indeed large, divided into two sections. One was for cars and the other was for bikes, which can be known by the spare parts and dozens of license plates hanging on the walls. And he saw you, holding his little daughter as you gingerly took your leave from the office above.

Speechless, the Colonel was speechless, unable to take his eyes off you. A long sleeve turtleneck body dress only reaching mid-thigh, delicate one-lined ink mark on your left calf and a thin henna style tattoo wrapped around your left thigh, looking like a bracelet. There’s a bold cut on your cleavage area, revealing a stiletto tattoo with flowers and a snake wrapped around it, heavy makeup and that red lipstick color surprisingly suits your skin. 

Scheiße

You have tattoos, he didn’t know, tattoos, not just one but many. Your thick thighs, waist still have its curve and your plush hips were certainly stunning. You approached them with a smile, the friendly yet unfamiliar smile you gave him when you first met, you nodded your greeting towards Horangi and he also politely returned the favor.

"Come to uncle" The comrade walked over and picked up the little sleeping girl in his arms because her father was definitely too absorbed in the lady standing in front of him.

As you spoke, König noticed something shiny inside your mouth. Is that...a piercing? You pierced your tongue? Was there anything about you that he hasn't known yet? The man's ears were buzzing, could only tell that you were saying something and his Sergeant nodded in affirmation. 

“Kö, the lady’s talking to you” A male voice snapped him back to the present, whipping his head back and saw you looking straight at him, waiting for his reply.

“She's already full so you don't have to worry, remember to wear warm clothes for her because babies are easily sick due to the season’s first wind, yeah?” You repeated yourself in a flat tone, “Un-Understood” König stuttered and Horrangi cursed in disbelief in his mother tongue.

Gave both of them a firm nod, you turned away and waved your hand so the orange girl would come join you. The plump ass of your jiggling on every step, König swore he could live between them if you let him.

“Pussy” His subordinate spat, body still rocking so as not to wake the baby; “I will knock your ass out” And he immediately bit back, quick as hell. 

“You won’t, this little angel is gonna stay at my place tonight ‘cause you won’t be back soon after walking into the pub a few blocks away at the intersection” König looked at the shorter man, his sass sometimes making the Colonel forget how qualified this guy actually was.

The two boys and a pretty one, your sister, were waving at you and the tangerine girl in front of the pub. It was a bit more crowded on weekends, so your group chose a table in a hidden corner because you hated being bothered by some drunk assholes. The sound of airy jazz along with elect wine, the perfect combination and if you have a partner, just imagine how great it would be. Fortunately, you have many companions, so it’s perfect for you to forget about that silhouette, until your sight was filled by the enormous shoulders and those unmistakable blue pupils. Unwavering stares, neither of you broke away from the tension, causing your group to stop chatting and peeked. König is an attractive man, with his impressive height it wasn't unusual to be surrounded by ladies who acted like starving vultures when they’ve got their eyes on the perfect prey, but he didn't pay any attention to them. Staring, only, at you. A beam of sadness was evident in your eyes, your eyelashes drooping as your lips opened and closed as if wanting to say something but couldn't. It was really miserable when you ran away from the Colonel's apartment, you weren't good at expressing your emotions and he’s too sweet for someone like you. The man's gaze was unreadable, still the same, making you restless.

“Need my car, Mama?” One lad spoke up and you turned your eyes to his direction to answer with a devilish grin as your fingers gesturing a beckoning sign, “Hand it over” 

Fuck this, let's just say you're not sober anymore, and he's here, for you.

While talking to your group, underneath the table, without anyone paying attention, your knees lazily broke apart and revealed the panties covering your sensitive area. The more your hip bones widen, the more the fabric stretches as if it’s about to tear, but there’s already a pair of slutty eyes glued to your heat and undressing you thirstily. Standing up together, you both naturally paced to the front door and disappeared without any traces. 

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The door slammed loudly and followed by a large muscular back hitting it, causing the wall to rattle. One of your hands went to the man's throat, pressing him against the wall while the other hastily undoing his belt and pulling down his pants to free his companion.

"Oh, this’s hard already?" You stood on your tiptoes and brought your face close to König's, cooing, his lips tried to capture yours but you quickly squeezed his cock as a warning.

“Don’t” You glared.

And the Colonel thinned his lips into a straight line. He could only nod repeatedly and this strangely satisfied you somehow. Bringing your hands to the hem of his shirt then sliding them inside without caution, the shirt rose up, revealing the man’s delicious tanned skin.

You aggressively squeezed his breasts, their elasticity felt incredible in your small palms. König didn't move but his heavy breathing sounded pitiful, his eyes trailing every inch of your face and soft moans escaped his lips as you sank your teeth into his flesh without mercy. Rustling sound filled the dark space when you descended, trailing wet kisses down the man's sturdy torso and making him sucked in a sharp breath as you ran your tongue along the length of his cock.

“Use your words" You teased the tip of his cock, your piercing pressed against his opening every time you curled your tongue, making the Colonel unable to keep calm, "Or do you want me to stop?"

"NO…no, it's not like that..I'll-ah-I'll speak" König’s eyes flew open and he struggled to form his words whilst receiving a blowjob, you gave him a few kisses and eventually escalated to deepthroating his shaft, “S-scheiße…just li-like that, mein liebling” The man encouraged, his lines were frequently interrupted by low growls and desperate sounds under his throat. 

You hummed and started pushing deeper, Konig’s so big that you’ve to relax your jaw and mind your teeth more to take him whole. Your nose pressed into his soft fuzzy pubes and his cock settled in the back of your throat. Taking your time, steadily dragging your head to swallow and spit his shaft, you placed your tongue under the base of the large cock, gently stimulating him.

“Bitte, oh....f-fuck, seeing those scratches on my skin gonna drives me absolutely mad” Your nails lightly scratching the man's thighs causing him to tilt his head back, still managed thrusting his hip to match your pace. 

The sudden absence of the warmth of your mouth replaced by the painful pleasure coming from below made the Colonel's hand cling to your shoulder. He let out a sob and looked at you in confusion, “Those goddamn hands touched you here, didn't they?” Another slap landed on his dick, “Mein schatz, please…”  König choked out as his head shook vigorously, he got a bit whiny when you put him in your month again. 

Lust eyes stared straight at each other, embarrassment no longer there when the begging and pet names he called you made your cloth pussy soaked in slick. Faster and faster, your speed gradually increased and the man's whines came to a crescendo, almost at his peak. You hollowed your cheeks as his cock twitched wildly inside your mouth but the Colonel suddenly pulled you to your feet and crashed his lips against yours, teeth scraping and König's tongue pressing in as if he wanted to eat you raw.

"You’re doing so good for me, ja? But I don't wanna cum yet, not like that" You pouted, which made him laugh.

“You know what I was thinking?” König pulled the slit of your dress to the sides, causing your tít to be bouncing back and forth in the middle.

Calloused fingers kneaded at your softness, licking and sucking greedily, you weren't sure if he could breathe with his face pressed firmly against your chest like this.

"I can't stop thinking about getting my mouth on these tits….." The man's accent grew heavier due to the eagerness, his hot breath fanning over your skin, your navel as he knelt down and his large hand gripping tightly on your trembling hips. Swiftly threw your leg over his shoulder, the loss of balance made you yelp but of course König couldn't let you fall.

“And havin’ the taste of this pretty cunt of yours” The man spoke as he took the first lick on your wet panties.

“Oh fu-fuck…König” You arched your back, he wasn’t inside you yet but how come could you regain your self-control under the sensation he’s giving you. 

“Ja?…..hmm, you’re so delicious my dove” The Colonel kept running his tongue along your pussy, every word he said interspersed with every flick against your sensitive clit. Clutching tightly to the door, you tried to steady your breathing and grind down to the person below, König was too focused to notice your revenge intention on him. 

“Not so fast, sweetie” You stopped all movements and dragged your legs off him. Bending down to pull the tangled shirt over his head, the man also stood up to peeled the dress off of your body. As soon as the sleeves slipped off, revealing a Maori style tattoo on your upper arm. König stood gaping, mein gott, the man has seen you in a leather jacket on a fine Harley but imagined how delusionally your exposed biceps would be such a sight.

“My couch” You cocked your head and he nodded stupidly, “Sit on the floor and tilt your head back, can you do that, Kö?”

His cock stiffened at your husky voice, Kö, he wanted to hear his name coming out of those beautiful lips of yours even more. You slowly got rid of your last piece of clothing, climbed up on the couch and situated the man's head between your knees. His big hands crawled up to your pubis as you lowered yourself for him, but when his mouth started to open wide and his chin pointed up to reach your slick heat, you paused.

“Don’t do this to me, mein liebling….” König's rough fingertips dug into your meaty thighs, the beautiful fat spilling out between his gaps and you giggled as you spread your labia, hovering over him, “Please, I fucking need that pretty cunt….all over my face” The Colonel gave you his needy eyes, the man moved his lips to nibble your inner thighs, littering several bite marks.

Shaking your head, you gave up and sat down where the pleading kept coming from. König immediately grabbed your ass cheeks and his mouth sucked on your puffy clit like a starved man, "You feel so good.....uhmm, so right on my tongue like this"

He didn't stop moaning, his tongue continued to lick your cunt tirelessly. You were so drowned in pleasure that you couldn't answer the man, could only hold his hair and sway your lower body back and forth that naughty mouth.

König pushed his tongue inside your pussy, it lapped to sweet spots and as an unconscious practice, you pressed your clit against his nose, peered down with watery eyes.

“Ja, ja…you’re too perfect, looking down at me like that” his tongue swirled inside you, causing your folds and thighs squeezed tighter, “Bitte-bitte, keeps pinching those nipples for me”

Dark blue pupils looked up at you like a praying man admiring his goddess as your palms trailing up to your chest and groping your hard nipples. 

“Spank me, König”

He complied.

“Like tha’?”

“Yes…yes, like that, again”

Surely that hand prints wouldn’t disappear anytime soon, you mewled lewdly and the Colonel quickened his pace so he’d get what he needed. 

An endless loop of praises and the frantic stirring of the mouth fixed to your cunt. Inserting two thick fingers inside, his moist lips kept sucking your clit, creating unholy sounds. The man whined even more than you, way too intoxicated and only begging to taste you. And he was contented, you gripped his scalp and grinded down on him, riding out your orgasm with his fist.

König carefully held you as he sat up, you no longer had any strength left so resting your chin on the soft cushion, back turned to him. Afresh, an upside down stingray, its fins spreaded across your lower back and tail curled and stopped right between of your scapula bones.

"Are there any places else on your body that I haven't discovered yet, Zucker?" You gave him a breathy cackle.

The man placed a comforting kiss on your shoulder blade before wrapping his bulky arm around your waist and leaning your back against his body, thighs on thighs, he sat you down on his shaft. You both hissed out when your gummy walls wrapped perfectly around his length, it was unbelievable how well you could fit him, his dick was so big it made your stomach bulge. Brows pulling in as you're forced to confront your lungs as they fight for air, calloused palm held on your tit, his pelvis started bucking lazily for you to get used to his size. 

“Fu-fucking god Kö, your….” Couldn’t finish your sentence, claws pinned on his bicep and mouth flew open, the man leaned down and captured your lips.

Your neck was killing you in this position but there ain’t no other methods to block your screams as his tip kissed your womb roughly. König reached down to massage your swollen clit, he knew this was beyond your limits but the way you arched your back to receive him made the man want to spill his seed inside you more than ever. 

“I’m nearly…there, schatz” the Colonel growled lowly, teeth gnawed at your earlobe, “Cum with me, baby….bitte, bitte, bitte” chantings non-stop, he’s desperately crying out for your arousal and that beautiful mewls to escaped your stubborn mouth. 

Neither of you could last much longer, drool running down your neck as you pulled away from König to let out a silent scream. Your stomach stiffened as your walls clenched around the man's cock, some last few strokes before his tepid sperm flooded inside. König released so much that when he pulled away, the seed was already flowing out of your cunt, looking like honey spilling out of an eye-catching flower.

Falling on the floor, you collided on top of him and sniggered at his satisfied face. The man still stared at your ceiling, your lids were half closed as his fingers gently combed your smooth locks.

"I'm sorry for not coming to you sooner, liebling"

You understood what he’s talking about. Rolling over, you took his hand and brought it to your lips, placing soothing smooches on the calluses.

"I'm sorry for leaving" König shook his head, "We’re both silly, so let it go, Jütte said I’m not allowed to go home if you’re not coming with me" You giggled and so did he. Let’s considered that as make-up sex, then. 

Taglist: @shadowlali , @ghostlythots

[latenightdaydreams]

Tutor (fem)

Loser!König x Bully!Reader

MDNI🔞

Part 2 Part 3

Master List

>cw: fem/afab, bully, oral, p in v, virginity loss

2.3k word count

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König is a loser. He’s a 23-year-old virgin college student who is too scared to talk to women. He would much rather stay home and build Gundam’s, play video games, or work on his schoolwork. In public, he is quiet and timid. He tries to blend in to not be seen. Being a whole 6 '10, he can’t. As a child, he was constantly bullied for his size and being chubby. As an adult, he still gets picked on for being tall and awkward.

You are a part of the problem. A short, curvy, big-breasted bitch; the apple of his eye. König sits in the back of class and watches your hips sway as you walk to your seat. The way your breasts bounce like hentai boobies. His cock grows hard as you bend over, making your cleavage more visible to him. Just as he got lost in a trance, you snap him out of it.

“What are you looking at? Freak!”

Your hands on your hips, a disgusted look on your face. König’s face turns red as he realizes that you’ve caught him in the act. You flip him off and turn to sit. He reaches down to adjust his boner, taking a deep breath and letting out a small sigh.

After class, as everyone stands to pack their bags, he stays seated, looking at his cell phone. He has your Instagram profile opened on his phone, gazing at a bikini picture you posted this summer. You look absolutely perfect in your tiny pink bikini. He has become so lost in your photos; he didn’t realize you were walking past him to leave.

“What the fuck?” A loud laugh breaks out.

König looks up to see that you caught him looking at your profile. He turns off the screen of his phone and clears his throat. Inside his chest, his heart pounds so hard it feels like it’s going to explode from embracement.

“Sorry.” His voice is meek as he avoids eye contact with you.

“Fucking loser.” You scoff while walking away.

This was going to be a long year.

Three months into the school year, you haven’t turned in one assignment yet and have failed the few tests you’ve had. The dean sent you a message telling you that if you don’t raise your grades, you would be at risk of being put on academic probation. You needed a tutor, and fast.

König sits in his dorm room at his desk, working on building Lego set #21348, when he hears a knock at his door. He looks over his shoulder at his door, trying to decide if he wants to deal with people. After a few seconds, he stands to answer the door.

Once he opens the door, his eyes grow wide seeing you standing there. “Oh, h-hey y/n.”

“Hey König.” You smile up at him and push him aside, walking into his room. His room is simple and neat. Robot figures anywhere he can place them and a Lego set on his desk. You walk over and look at the set, König walking up behind you.

“So, what is this? Star Wars?”

König tilts his head confused about how wrong you are. Do you even know what Star Wars is? “Uh, no. Star Wars is a space themed futuristic story…” He could see the lack of interest on your face. “So, why are you here?”

“Geez, you’re a bigger fucking nerd than I thought you were.” You say pushing over a mini figure he has posed on the desk. His mouth hangs open, stopping himself from asking you to not do that. He watches as you turn and take a seat on his desk chair.

You look up at König as he towers over you. “You’re smart, right?”

“I guess.” König rubs the back of his neck feeling bashful.

“Well, I’m failing math, and I need a tutor. The issue is… well, I can’t afford one. So I was wondering if you could tutor me.”

This isn’t what he was expecting, well more of not what he hoped for. “I don’t have time to tutor. Sorry.”

Your smile drops and you stand up. “Too busy? You’re always in here building stupid fucking Legos or robot’s models.”

“Technically Gundam’s are mechs, not robots like a transformer.”

“Wow. Okay.” You sound annoyed and uninterested. “So, are you going to help me or not?”

“I already said I can’t.” His voice gets even more timid.

You’re not use to people saying no to you, especially not pathetic men who worship the ground you walk on. In fact, you hate being told no. How fucking dare he.

“So, you can sit and fucking gawk at me, stalk my social media accounts, but you can’t help me for a few fucking hours?” You push his muscular chest.

He stumbles backwards, actually intimidated by you. Speechless, he doesn’t know what to say. His eyes drop to your breasts as you keep walking to him. Not one thought in his mind other than how hot you look at this exact moment.

“I- I uh, I.”

“What? You forgot how to talk?” You push him once more and he falls back on to his bed. As soon as he does, your eyes drift down to the tent growing in his pants and you laugh. König’s eyes go wide as your hand reaches out, grasping his boner through his sweats; his face burning hot. He looks up at you in a daze.

“Oh, wow. Loser actually has a fat cock.” Your other hand grabs his jaw and forces him to look into your eyes. You lean in and lick from his lips to his nose before moving back and letting go of him.

König’s heart is fluttering in his chest, this feels like a dream. His eyes watch like a hungry dog as you pull your tight fitted shirt, unhooking your bra and tossing it aside. Your hands unbutton your jeans and expose a thin thong that barely covers your fat pussy lips.

“Why are you still dressed?” Your voice shocks him out of his daze.

Quickly, he pulls his shirt off. A ripped muscular body is not what you expected him to have under his baggy clothing. He drops his sweat pants along with his boxers allowing his cock to spring free. König, now nude, stands in front of you frozen. His gaze lingering on your pussy. You’re the first woman he’s seen naked in person.

“Do you have condoms?”

He looks at his bedside table, even though he is well aware he has none. “Um, no. I don’t.”

“I knew you were probably a virgin.” He blushes and looks down when you say this. You walk closer to him. “Are you?”

“Ja, I am.”

“No fucking wonder. Lay down.” You demand in a strict tone.

König jumps like a drill sergeant to yell at him. He quickly gets on his bed and looks at you. His cock twitching with excitement. You climb onto the bed with him, straddling his massive body. His hands instinctively rest on your thighs as you lean in and kiss his lips.

“How about I teach you—” You kiss him in between talking. “How to fuck—” His fingers squeeze your thighs. “And you tutor me?”

Without thinking, König nods his head enthusiastically.

“Good. We will start with math.” You giggle, reaching your hand behind his head to pull the pillows away from behind him.

König looks confused by your comment. Math? Then his eyes go wide as you straddle his face. Your twat lingers above him. He gazes up as if you’ve just shown him God. If he could take your scent and make air fresheners, he would. His cock is upright, erect, waiting to taste you.

“Stick your tongue out, big boy.” You lean forward and place your hands on his chest. One hand reaches forward and jerks his cock.

König sticks his tongue out eagerly, watching your body as you lower yourself onto his face. Your pussy rests on his mouth and nose, hips rocking back and forth on his tongue. His eyes flutter closed as he tastes pussy for the first time. How could he have lived this long without tasting this sweet nectar?

His fingers dig into your thighs as he pulls you down closer to his face. His tongue rapidly laps at your cunt, slurping and drinking your wetness. You moan, eyes closing as you continue to grind; he’s surprisingly skilled.

“You want me to suck your cock?”

“Ja, bitte.” He groans, his sound muffled from you sitting on his face.

Leaning forward, you pull his foreskin down and wrap your lips around the tip of his cock. He lets out a moan, his toes curling. Your hands move in motion with your head as you bob your head up and down on his cock. König moans into your sopping wet cunt. He’s in heaven.

König’s hips thrust forward to match your rhythm. One of his hands moves from your thigh up your body to squeeze your breast before roaming back down. When you pull your mouth away from his cock, he thrust forward even more, craving your friction. You lift yourself up off of him, his hands hold on to your thighs tighter as if trying to keep you on him. Reluctantly, he lets you go; swiping his tongue between your folds once more as you stand.

You move your body to the side of him. He watches you as he licks his lips, trying to savor the taste of you. The heat of your pussy radiates over your cock.

“You’re buying me a Plan B right after this.”

“I will.” His eyes are glued to yours.

Slowly you rock your hips over his cock before grasping it at the base. You look into his eyes as you lower yourself on him.

König’s mouth drops open and he lets out a loud groan. His eyes glued to your tight cunt stretching around his cock. He grabs at the blanket underneath him, squeezing it to the point his knuckles are turning white. He can’t last long in your pussy.

“Mein Gott, you- your pussy—” He can’t form a coherent sentence.

His hands reach out for your breasts as you bounce on him. You have the most incredible pair of tits he has ever seen. He’s always known you were hot, but seeing you like this, not even Aphrodite couldn't compare.

You slap away his hand and lean forward. “Grab my ass and fuck me.”

König nods, having seen this in porn before, he knows what to do. He thinks. His large hands grasp your fat ass and squeeze his fingers into the supple flesh; bending his legs at the knee, he begins to thrust up into you.

As he tries his hardest to not cum, his thrust is slow. He looks at the ceiling as his mind is running 110mph. You grab his jaw again, forcing him to look at you.

“Fuck me. Harder.” You demand of him.

“I don’t…want to hurt you.” He struggles to speak, looking up at you through half-lidded eyes.

“If you don’t fuck me hard, we are done here.”

König would not let his crush on the last two semesters just walk away, especially not since he got you to this part. Guys like him don’t get women like you. He grabs you and rolls you over on to the bed, slamming you down a little harder than he meant to. The look on your face tells him you didn’t mind one bit.

He grabs your hips and pulls you to him, slipping his cock back inside of your tight little cunny. You moan out as your hands grab his arms. König doesn’t hold back as he restricts your movements underneath him using his massive size. He pulls his hips back far before slamming down into you. His enormous cock being rammed deep inside of you, deeper than you can take.

“Oh, fuck! Like that you fucking freak!” You moan out.

König lets out a small growl as he ravishes your body, ruining your cunt for any other man. His mouth clashes into yours, desperate for your kiss. A trail of his hot wet kisses leaving from your mouth down to your breasts. He bites the skin around your areola, marking you as his for your stupid fuck buddy to see.

You push him back. “Rub my clit.” You reach for his hand and guide it so he knows where to touch. “Do small circles.”

He nods and begins to rub slowly at first until you yell at him to go faster. König lets out a surprised moan as he feels you tightening around him. Is this what a female orgasm is? Fuck yes! His hips faster, his rhythm slightly off as he tries to also focus on your clit.

“Don’t stop.” König watches in amazement as you arch your back and tremble. Your pussy becomes so wet it's splashing as he rubs it. He feels on top of the world.

Instantly, a loud pitched moan leaves his throat. A stupid smile crosses his face as he eyes go slightly crossed. He cums deep inside of your pussy. As his body naturally falls forward you push him off to the side.

König lays on his back, on cloud nine. His pale eyes study your face and your body as you lay beside him.

“So,” your breathing is still heavy, “I’ll come by tomorrow and we can start working on my tutoring.”

He nods, willing to give you anything you ask for at this point. Mentally, he is not over the fact he just ate and fucked y/n, you, your pussy.

You stand from the bed and begin to get dressed. Your cunt hurts, König fucks like a mating bull. He’s a good fuck though, there is not denying that.

“Oh, and if you tell anyone, you’re dead.”

“I understand.” König watches you as you get dressed with hearts in his eyes. “What are we?”

You stop and look at him for a moment before letting out a small laugh and shaking your head.

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[latenightdaydreams]

Can you write about Konig and stepmother! Reader. When he came back to visit his father in his hometown after years of deployment and he saw stepmother!reader who is young and curvy with large breasts and then...they fuck=))) Not forcing, love your writing btw

This is such a hot idea 😮‍💨I had so many ideas so I just had to pick one and write! Thank you for the support and I hope you enjoy the story! Have a great day♥️

König x Stepmother!Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List

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>cw: fem/ afab reader, step mom, p in v, age gaps, mentions of breeding

2.6k word count

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König sat on his bed in his quarters and yanked his mask off of his face as his hands grasped a wedding invitation for his father’s 4th wedding. König looked at the elegant font and design before rolling his eyes and tossing the invite into the trash. After his father walked out on his mother, he has had no interest to keep up with him. It’s pathetic how a 73-year-old man keeps bouncing from wife to wife. König wouldn’t give this marriage a year. Yet, it was still his father and he made sure to try and make it to his city once he went back home to visit.

Still dressed in his full military uniform he finds himself standing outside of his father’s door. He takes a deep breath as he gets ready to see his dad again and meet whoever was stupid enough to marry the man. His hands go under his mask to adjust it slightly. Deciding to get it over with, he raises his hand and knocks on the door.

The door opens and he expects to see his 6’4 slender and frail old man of a father, but instead he sees you, his new step mom. You open the door with such warmth and radiance it’s as if the sun light behind you was coming from you. He stood there with a blank stare for a moment, trying to process the site before him. His eyes traveling down your frame to see the way your breasts are barely contained within you summer dress, you don’t look a day over 30, even young for König’s 46-year-old self. He swallows hard, no way this is his step mom.

“König?” Your voice smooth like silk with an accent sends a shiver down his spine.

“Ja, and you’re…”

“Y/N,” your hand is so small and delicate within his own as he grabs yours to shake. He tries to control his gaze as they step into the house.

“Your father is just over here,” you say walking ahead of König as you both make your way to the living room. König’s eyes glued to your ass jiggling and the way your hips sway with every step. His mind jumping through hoops trying to understand how his dad could have possibly landed someone as fucking hot as you.

Walking up to his father König holds a hand out for him to shake, his eyes piercing down at the old man with a look of distain.

“Hallo, how have you been old man?” König asks as he sits, his eyes trailing back to his new step mom as she sits on the arm rest next to his dad.

“Great son, have you met my old ball ‘n chain?” Felix hand creeping around your waist.

König suppresses the eyeroll he feels at his dads comment about his new wife. His new soft, big breasted wife.

“I have, she’s lovely.” His piercing pale blue eyes meet your gaze as he says these words. His dad too oblivious to notice the lustful gaze his son was giving his new wife.

A small blush forms on your cheeks as König calls you lovely. You smirk and look over his body. He is massive. A younger, bigger version of Felix. You wonder if everything is bigger.

“Well, I’m happy I finally get to meet you. Felix has told me so much about you.”

“Has he now?” König asks while looking at his father, Felix’s eyes glued to watching the TV.

“Can I get you something to drink König? I’m sure you’re wore out from all of the traveling.” You stand to your feet and smooth out your dress as you wait for his reply.

König’s throat was dry and he most definitely could use something to drink, but he didn’t want water, he wanted you to squirt in his mouth. He shakes his head to snap out of the thought.

“Uh, yes please.” König stands and walks past his father following you into the kitchen. His dad too out of it to even keep interest in a conversation with him, he wonders how you do it.

You walk into the kitchen and tiptoe to get a glass for König when you feel a large hand on your side, making you shiver.

“Here, let me help.” König says casually as if his heart isn’t beating out of his chest from the sensation of touching your waist. His hand resting on the curve of your perfect hour glass shape as his mind begins to wonder how sexually fulfilled you actually are with his father. He quickly pushes the thought aside as he hands you a glass.

“Thank you, König.” You grab the glass from his eyes all the while gazing deeply into his blue eyes. Snapping out of it you turn and go to the fridge as you begin to fill the glass with water. “So, your dad tells me you’re a Colonel?”

“I am,” König eyes you intently wondering why you’re actually here with his dad, you could be with anyone. “How long have you been with my father?” He takes the cup of water from you, your fingers grazing his making him feel a spark.

“A little over four years now.” You reply leaning against the counter in the kitchen.

König’s eyes land on your breasts again before he looks down at his glass and takes a long drink. He couldn’t think of any appropriate questions to ask you. From are your breasts real to can his dad even please you are the only ones bouncing around in his brain.

Just then his dad walks in and pats König on the back, making him jump. König watches as his dad walks past him to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and kissing your soft lips. A heat of jealousy rushes over him as he drops his gaze and drinks more water.

“Is dinner almost ready?” Felix asks as his hand remains on your ass.

“It is, I was just getting König a drink.”

“Alright, let’s get eating, I’m tired.” Felix complained as he made his way to the table. König thankful his face is hidden or hid dad would have seen his disgust.

“I’ll help set the table,” König walked to the cabinet you had opened and reached over you to grab three plates.

“Oh, thank you.” He was close and all you could think about was his cologne mixed with his natural musk, finding it enticing.

You set the table with König’s help and sat down to eat. It was painfully awkward. You could tell the strained relationship between father and son was hopeless. Felix has no interest in talking to his son and his son has no interest in forgiving his dad. König’s eyes kept following you the whole time. Watching how your lips wrapped around your fork as you took a bit, the way your breasts rest on the table due to their size. He can’t get enough of you.

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Hours pass and König is in the room you set up for him and looking around. He pulls his mask off and begins to undress. He can’t stop thinking of you.  As he drops his pants, his erection is more obvious. He runs his palm over it through the fabric of his boxer briefs.

“Fuck,” he whispers to himself as he walks to the bed and gets under the covers. Looking up at the ceiling he begins to think of you as he slowly began to stroke his cock. Thinking of the way your breasts jiggle with the slightest of movement. He closes his eye and begins to pump his fist over his cock, imagining you riding him and how your breasts would look bouncing. Thinking you and Felix are asleep, he lets out soft moans.

You walk upstairs from getting a late night snack and you can hear soft little moans coming from down the hall, you know its König. Looking ahead at your bedroom door, then over to König’s, you decide to make your way to his room.

Standing outside the door you can clearly hear his hand moving over his cock, soft wet sounds mixed with the blankets rustling. You can hear him moan out your name every few seconds. Taking a deep breath, you open the door.

König stops and his eyes go wide as he sees you. A mix of surprise and embarrassment written on his face as he gulps. His eyes travel down your body and notice the silky light pink night gown you’re wearing. The dress clings perfectly to your body, you look like a goddess.

“Y/N…” König says your name with lust and panic in his tone.

“König…” You close the door behind you. Your eyes travel to the part of the blanket that was poking up from his erection.

König froze in place as you slowly started to walk to him. You sit on the bed beside him as you reach out and grasp his erection over the blanket. König lets out a shaky breath feeling your small hand grasp his fat cock.

“Oh Scheiße.” He moaned softly as you squeezed the head of his cock.

“Would you like some help?” You slowly stroke down his cock and watch as his jaw drops.

König begins to nod his head quickly, “Please,” his eyes look into yours almost begging you.

You pull the blanket back to see his boxer briefs pulled down his thighs and his cock out, the foreskin hugging his bright pink tip that’s leaking pre cum. His cock is simply massive. You grab his cock, skin on skin now, your fingers don’t even meet when wrapped around him. König’s breathing quickly at this point watching with anticipation.

You begin to stroke his cock faster pulling quiet moans from König’s lips. You look up at his maskless face and study it, watching the way his face contorts with pleasure; he looks exactly like his dad, but younger.

Without thinking König reached a hand out and cupped one of your breasts over the nightgown. He squeezed gently as he moved his eyes from your hand wrapped around him to his hand on you. Your breast so big and full they spill over his large hands. He has never been blessed to touch such beautiful breasts before. His hand pulls down your night gown to expose your bare breast to him.

Your nipples hard as he reaches out and tugs on one. “Mein Gott, you are so perfect.” He whispers almost as if he didn’t mean to say the words out loud.

He sits up more to lean forward, his lips finding yours and bringing you into a passionate kiss, his tongue finding yours as you softly begin to suck on his. He lets out a soft groaning sound at the thought of you sucking his cock instead. His hand still playing with your nipple as the other holds your waist tightly. Precum leaking on to your hand as he slowly breaks the kiss.

“I’ve been thinking about fucking you since the minute I laid my eyes on you.” He growls as he begins to kiss down your neck, biting lightly to not leave marks behind.

He hears you let out the softest little moan and it sends his brain into over drive as he pushes you back on the bed. His mouth hungrily kissed down your neck to your breast as he pulls his underwear all the way off. His mouth latched to your nipple and sucking at it desperately as you moan out running your fingers through his hair. König had been thinking about what this moment with you might be like, and now here he was; ready to show you another reason why he’s better than his dad.

You watch as König slaps his heavy cock onto your wet pussy, it’s been ages since you’ve been fucked- like really fucked. Your legs twitch as his cock rubs over your sensitive clit and it makes him smirk.

“Fuck me already,” you demand pathetically and König chuckles in response.

“Horny little house wife, aren’t you?” He teases as he slips his cock into your tight wet cunt. Instantly your velvety walls began to flutter around his size desperately trying to accommodate him.  You let out a quiet moan as your eyes close, face twisting in pleasure. His cock filling you up to the point of pain, but fuck it felt good. His hands grabbing your thighs and spreading your legs. His cock pressing in until he hits your mushy cervix, your pussy not even able to fit all of him.  

“You like that, huh?” König asks feeling a bit arrogant.

His pins your legs back and begins to just pound into your creamy cunt, his mouth finding your breast as he begins to kiss and bite all over them, no longer worrying about leaving marks on you. He wanted you for his own self. His balls slapping hard against your ass as they tighten from excitement.

Not only did your gummy cunt feel like heaven, the whole taboo situation of you being his step mom was adding to the experience. The thought of filling you with his cum and possibly getting you pregnant making his mind go crazy with excitement.

“Please fuck me!” Your fingers drag across König’s broad back and scratch deeply, leaving bright red marks across his pale skin. Yours legs tremble as they squeeze his side.

“König- I’m so close.”

“Cum for me, cum for me like the needy little step mom you are.” His hand moves to your pussy as his thumb begins to rub to your clit. You melt into nothing as you begin to moan loudly, your body tensing as you feel the rush of euphoria takes over your body.

“Shhh, you’re going to wake the old man up. You really want your husband to see you getting fucked by his son?” He smirks as you cum on his cock. He can feel how wet you get as you squeeze his cock. In this moment Felix isn’t even a thought, all you can think about is König’s cock fucking you.

König grabs a pillow and puts it down beside you before quickly pulling out. He easily manhandles you and flips you over, using the pillow to help lift your ass up. He got behind you, one hand gripping your hip and the other holding his cock that is covered in your creamy thick white cum. Pushing his leaky cock into you slowly he lets out a low sigh. His hands wrap around your ass and squeeze, pulling your cheeks apart as his thumb rubs over your tight asshole.  He doesn’t know how much longer he can keep going, his muscles becoming tense as his balls begin to tingle and tighten. Your cunt keeping a tight grip on his cock.

Königs head dropped back and his Adams apple bobbing in his throat as he lets out tiny whimpers of pleasure. Without warning, König cums deep inside of your pussy, feeling his cock throbbing inside you.

He pulled out with heavy breath before laying beside you on the bed. You both looked at each other smiling.

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The next morning König goes down stairs to see you wearing black leggings and a simple t-shirt. You were standing in front of the stove making breakfast for everyone. His eyes meet yours and you both smirk at each other.

He sits next to his father at the table exuding a cocky aura. He just fucked his dad’s wife after all. König keeps his eyes on your breast as you walk back and forth, remembering how they looked bouncing as he pounded into you last night.

You don’t know it, but König is already planning a life with you, away from his father. He feels no guilt or remorse, if anything this is just karma for Felix. You abandon his mom; he steals your woman. Fair is fair.

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[latenightdaydreams]

Hi!

What about a pervert!König that finds a tiny!reader? Like small. Doll size? But König is sexually attracted to her and wants to keep her as a little toy? AHHHH sorry if it’s dark I just can’t stop thinking about it🤦🏾‍♀️

I love your writing! Thank you💛

Thank you!!💖

König x Doll Sized!Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List

Part 2

>cw: fem/afab, power difference, masturbation, voyeurism, confinement, non-con.

1.6k word count

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Once König retired, he purchased land in the countryside of Austria. His new goal in life is to live a life of peace and comfort. Near his home, there is a small stream next to a field of colorful wildflowers. It’s like a little slice of heaven on earth; especially when he found you.

König found you walking in the field. He nearly stepped on you the first time. You’re tiny, like a living Barbie doll. After a few visits, you trusted him, coming closer to him to talk to him. You show off your little crafts that you make with what nature gives you.

You’re precious and have become somewhat of an obsession for König. Every day, you’re the first thought on his mind. To hear your tiny voice, see your eyes sparkle, just to be in your presence is a gift.

Today he packs a bag with doll clothes he recently purchased for you, a few sweets that you always request and lunch to share with you. This is his daily routine, eventually hoping to get you to trust him enough to willingly enter his home.

König arrives at the field and sits, opening up a picnic blanket before setting things out. In no time, you show up. The giant man stares down at you with a cheerful smile, moving over on the blanket to make room for you.

“Hallo, y/n!” König can’t control his excitement with you. “How have you been since I saw you last?”

“König!” You return the warm smile. “I’ve been well. How about you?”

His eyes travel up and down your body as you were a purple doll dress he gave to you yesterday. You’re so tiny, yet so curvy. He fantasizes about what you would look like with no clothes on nearly every second of every day. Do you look like a human woman?

“Well…” His gaze lingers. “I went shopping for you again.”

“You’re so sweet.” You smile while watching him dig through his bag.

König turns to you, holding a doll's bikini and another dress, but pink this time. You squeal with excitement as König hands them to you. He studies you, wishing you’d try them on in front of him.

“Do you like them?” He asks while handing you the bag of sweets.

“I do!” You pivot your attention to the sweets, tiptoeing to peer into the bag.”

“Can I show you photos of something I’ve been working on for you?” König asks while taking his phone out.

“Yes!”

He opens his photo app to show you photos of a dollhouse that has been transformed to look like a modern, cozy home. König has been working hard to make it a lure to get you interested in a visit. As you look at the photos, he watches your face closely, trying to read your reaction.

“You did this? For me?” You gaze up in awe at your kind giant friend.

“All for you. For whenever you want to visit, you can have your own space to not feel overwhelmed.” He says so innocently.

“Wow…I would love to see it sometime.” You gaze at the image of the small closet with clothes he’s picked out for you. “All that’s for me?”

“Well, you are the only Fae I know.” He chuckles.

“Fae?”

“Like… tiny person. Not exactly human. It’s a compliment. They’re beautiful, just like you.”

A small blush appears on your face when he calls you beautiful. He’s your first human interaction. For centuries, you’ve been told to avoid them, but König has shown you that not all humans are the same.

König lets the silence linger in the air for a brief moment before testing the waters once more. “Like I said, anytime you want to come over. I’d be happy to have you.” And he means have.

You look around at the flowers before turning back up to him. “I’d like to go now. For a short while.”

König’s eyes light up. He tries to suppress his excitement to not scare you off. With haste, he packs up his bag again. One of his large hands opens up on the blanket. “I can carry you since it would be a long walk for you.”

There is a look of hesitation in your eyes as you gaze down at his large calloused hand.

“I promise, I won't drop or squeeze you.”

With his promise, you sit in his palm. The feeling of your warm miniature body resting on his palm felt…his mind began to wonder what you would feel like sitting on other parts of him. Once you are comfortable, he stands, pulling the blanket up too.

Each step is taken with the utmost care to make sure he doesn’t trip and drop you. You look down from over his fingers and feel nervous being so high up. König’s heart is thumping in his chest at the thought of finally capturing you. Months of getting close to you have all paid off.

Inside his home, it feels massive to you. He closes and locks the door behind him, the latch making a loud clicking sound. “This is my home.” König speaks softly as he walks you around the first floor before bringing you upstairs.

“This is my office,” he opens the first door for you to look into, “then right over here is the bathroom.” König stalls in each room to let you look around. He watches as you look around in wonder.

There is one more door at the end of the hall that he opens. “This is my bedroom.” It’s simple but neatly organized. König isn’t a very materialistic man and it shows. He walks into his bedroom, closing the door behind him. You can hear the sound of the lock again, but think nothing of it. He walks to his bed and places you on it.

The soft surface under you is comfortable as you let yourself fall back onto it. A laugh comes from König as he watches you enjoy his bed. “This bed is so comfortable.”

“Then you’ll love yours.” König holds his hand out to grab you. Once you sit back down on his palm, he turns, opening his closet door. The closet looks more like a small bedroom, even complete with natural lighting. You look around, eyes falling to where the doll house sits in the corner. Slowly and gently, he sets his hands on the floor for you to get out and walk to it.

König stands back up and closes the door behind him as you rush to the dollhouse and explore it all. You run up to your own bedroom and look into the closet at all the clothes. “Why don’t you try some on?”

Without a second thought, you strip from your purple dress exposing your body to König for the first time. König would feel his cock instantly harden. You look beautiful, exactly like a woman. As your attention is focused on picking out an outfit, König shoves one hand into his pants and leans back against the wall. He grabs his cock and strokes it as his eyes are glued to your breasts bouncing and ass shaking. What does your pussy look like? Taste like?

You hear a loud huff coming from behind you. Slowly turning around to see König in the corner masturbating to you. You rush to put your dress back on, but he steps forward.

“Nein, stay like this.” His voice is shaky from pleasure.

König can sense that you’re uncomfortable. He kneels down and undoes his pants, quickly pulling out his cock. His other hand reaches out to try and touch you, but you recoil.

“Don’t make me get the jar.” König’s voice deepens.

A shiver runs down your spine. The jar? You look at him and realize he is exactly like every other human. All the stories about their perversions are true.

König watches as you just gaze up at him with an untrusting look. His breathing gets heavier as he looks at you. “Lay on the bed.”

You stand for a while before deciding to comply, his eyes following you like a hungry dog. As you lay down, he looks over your body with an intense gaze. “Touch yourself.”

For a moment you think about it, maybe if you just play along, he’ll let you free and then you can just hide from him forever again. You spread your legs open and begin to circle your clit. König watches in awe as his moans get louder.

Your body is perfect. If you were human, you'd be his perfect woman. He wants to run his tongue all over your body, touch every inch, but that can wait. For now, he will accept this...for now it's enough.

“Y/n.” He whispers before he sits up and cums on you.

Thick warm globs of sticky whiteness fall on your stomach and breasts, also scattering along the floor and bed. The smell overwhelms you, it’s repulsive. König looks at the mess he’s made and it only arouses him further. You look gorgeous soaked in cum.

König stands up and puts himself back in his pants, leaving you in there for a moment. He comes back with a towel and begins to clean the floor around you. “Clean yourself with the blanket, I’ll wash it.”

You comply and clean up, getting dressed again in your purple dress. Acting as calm as possible you smile up at König. “This house is beautiful, thank you again. I think I’d like to go home now.”

“This is your home.”

“No—”

“Ja, es ist.”

Your stomach churns. “König.” You say in a pleading tone.

He stares down at you with a serious glare. Without a word, he slowly stands up and turns away, walking out of the closest and leaving you trapped within.

Part 2

[disgustingtwitches]

"Her legs ran all the way up to heaven and past Avalon"

More König x tall+curvy!reader ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡ Lovely young thing like you, it's so hard for an older guy like König to not feel a little insecure when he sees you talking to other men, even if they are his friends.

MDNI

Also poorly translated German because it's fun and I enjoy making a fool out of myself

"I like these."

König walks up behind you while you fix your earring in the mirror. You shift your eyes to see that he's holding the tallest pair of heels you own. Probably wants to show off the tall, pretty stallion he got for himself. You slip them on and head to the party.

It was a very relaxed get together held in someone's apartment, soft music with the hum of different conversations fills the space. He introduces you to his friends, shaking their calloused hands. There's pleasant chit chat while König walks off to grab you a glass of wine. The obvious question of your height comes up, there's a whistle and joke about König wanting to make his own Olympic basketball team when you answer. You laugh, chest jiggling slightly in your low cut dress. Without you noticing, the blonde one (what was his name? Krueger?) steals a quick look at your cleavage, couldn't help himself. König comes back, strong hand placed on the small of your back while handing you a glass. You swear there was a tense moment between him and his friend but you ignore it, continuing your conversation about the potential giants you might raise with König to the rest of the group. The drive home is quiet,

"Is something wrong?"

You look at him, his knuckles white gripping the steering wheel.

"Nein, mein Engle."

He reaches over and squeezes your thigh, keeping a firm grasp there until you get home. He doesn't even let you put down your purse before he makes you put your hands on the wall, using his foot to slide yours over to open your legs. You hear him quickly undo his slacks,

"Bist du mein Schatz?"

He asks, hiking up your dress to around your waist, rubbing himself between your cheeks.

"Of course I'm yours."

You're confused because he only uses German around you when he's upset. Slams into you, not giving you any time to adjust to him. You yelp his name chidingly. He doesn't pay attention to your pleads to slow down, just pounds orgasm after orgasm out of you.

"Du willst, Dass ich so Weiterfahre? Wünschst Du Dich so Sehr, Dass ich Dich ins Wahnsinn treibe?"

You barely register the words he tells you, he didn't teach you half of the things he just said.

"Yes, keep going plea-"

He bites your neck hard enough to make you gasp, sucking hard enough to leave red marks that will definitely bruise later on. His fingers knead into your breasts, the same ones his friend were ogling. No one gets to see you like this, only him. He's at this for hours, sweat dripping off both your face and bodies.

"No more, please König."

You're beyond the point of exhaustion, every inch of your body is covered in marks.

"Ich benutze dich, wie ich will, mein Schatz. Du gehörst mir."

His words send a chill up your spine, this isn't ending anytime soon. He's had you in every position one could think of, staring at your body like he's engraving every curve into his mind. He leans down to painfully leave more hickeys on your chest, ignoring your whimpers. Just when you think he's done, he sits you right on him, guiding your hips up and down. You can't think straight, actually you haven't formed a single thought in hours. His pretty blue eyes roll back so much, you're afraid they'll stay like that.

"Ich will dich ganz und gar, für immer, dich und mich."

Makes you say it back, because of course you belong to each other, don't you? Fit together just like puzzle pieces. He enjoys this position because you're tall enough to have your chest infront of his face. He doesn't even suck on your nipples, literally just sloppily makes out with them. He pushes your breasts together so he can fit both nipples in his mouth.

You're struggling to hold yourself up while he bucks his hips into you. Your arms give out, face first into the mattress and he's still as relentless as ever. It's hot, it's sweaty, tests his endurance that he's been conditioning for years. He's been quiet, too quiet. You look and he has a face of pure ecstasy, drooling. You think you have an out, finally a chance to give your poor pussy a break. You take deep breaths and slam your hips up and down, drawing out grunts from him with each stroke.

"Gott im himmel-"

His voice cracks. It hurts, but you have to end this. Now. You go faster and he wraps his arms around your waist, giving you an anchor to leverage yourself so you can rock back and forth harder and faster. You clamp down on him and he groans, your name crashing out his mouth. He pumps into you, hot thick ropes spurting into you over and over. You try to lift yourself off of him but he grabs your ass and holds you there.

"Mein Engle...Mein Eigentum...Ich will dich, alles für mich."

You groan, you're all his, his territory to keep all to himself. He flips over, putting all his weight onto you, pinning you in place with his dick still inside. He falls asleep like this. His angel. His property. You and him, forever.