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cantstoptheimagines · 1 year ago

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Interrogation Tactics (König | Call of Duty)

Summary — After König returns from deployment, the two of you indulge in some roleplay.

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Smut (rough reunion sex between partners; interrogation roleplay (König pretends to be a dangerous stranger); oral (male receiving, brief female receiving, face fucking); penetration (vaginal, anal); cum is literally everywhere; spit kink; breeding kink; bondage and being tied up; lots of degradation (name-calling); slapping and spanking; slight housewife kink; brief usage of a blindfold; brief usage of a knife; brief discussion about safe words; tons of dirty talk; cursing; König speaks German a lot); I love masked men too much for my own good.

Notes ➳ Word count is 4,503. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her). ➳ Google Translate was used for the German in this work. You can find translations at the end. If you have any corrections, please let me know!

The darkness caused by the blindfold over your eyes left nothing but anxiety curling within your stomach. Your wrists ached from the tightly knot rope that held them firmly behind your back. Another was secured around your hips, keeping you pinned to the chair you had been forced to sit in.

You felt numb, unsure of how long you had been like this. The entire house had been silent for quite some time. Aside from the occasional sound of shuffling that came from downstairs, letting you know that you most certainly were not alone, of course.

The sound of heavy footsteps suddenly ascending to the second floor of your home made your muscles tense. The knob of your bedroom door rattled as it opened. Heart pounding in your chest, you whimpered fearfully upon hearing the lock click.

“Oh, no need for all that,” muttered a deep accent, the footsteps slowly growing closer. “I’m only here to have a chat. Answer my questions and then you can be free. If I’m feeling generous.”

“Please—! Ah!”

A large hand harshly grabbed your throat and tilted your head back. You could feel the piercing eyes of your assailant drilling into you, even with the blindfold obstructing your vision. Tears began to well up as you were left struggling to breathe.

A deep chuckle made your heart sink, “Tell me what you know about your husband’s mission. When will he return?”

You sputtered, voice cracking under his tight grip, “I don’t know. Please, I don’t know anything. He doesn’t tell me about his work.”

He grunted, unsatisfied with your answer. It was the same one you had given him when he had initially arrived.

“Liar,” he growled, hand moving up to squeeze your face. “Maybe I need to use other methods to get answers out of you.”

“What?” you whimpered. “What are you talking about?”

“You heard me,” he muttered, and you could almost envision an arrogant smirk on his face. “A good fucking should make you squeal. Besides, I haven’t been inside a pussy in so long. You’re lucky that you get to be the first to experience my cock after so many months. I always go hard after being out of commission for a long time.”

You felt a cold, sharp blade suddenly run over your skin. You tensed at the feeling. After swiftly cutting the rope around your hips, he ripped off the blindfold as well. Your tears blurred your vision, hardly letting you see the knife that he held up to your face as your eyes adjusted to the dark room.

“Now let’s get started,” he chuckled. “I’m gonna enjoy this.”

A pit grew in your stomach as you took in his appearance. He was ginormous, especially in height, dwarfing you in every way. He wore a dark uniform, though a lot of his gear has been taken and shoved into a corner of the room. His face was entirely covered by a mask, only allowing you to see his narrowed eyes.

He yanked you off the chair, setting his knife down in your place as he pushed you onto your knees. His eyes softened and your husband’s true nature broke through when you yelped at the sudden pain in your knees after they collided with the floor.

“We still got a safe word, Schatz?” he muttered, breaking his character as a cruel interrogator in order to caress your cheek. “It’s been so long, I can’t remember.”

“It’s ‘purple’,” you replied, nuzzling into his touch, wishing you could feel him properly.

König nodded, quietly admiring you for a moment, “You okay to keep going?”

Upon letting him know you were, he pinched your chin softly before sliding his hand back to your throat, “Good girl.”

He grinned beneath his mask when you let out a whine, each of you falling back into your chosen roles. He used his free hand to undo his pants.

Your eyes still sparkled with remnants of tears. He can’t help but roll his eyes. How did he ever end up with a weak thing like you?

König stuffed his hand inside his pants and pulled himself out. Similar to the rest of him, his cock was huge. It throbbed and twitched in his hand, swollen from being trapped within his tight briefs. It was completely hard and ready to be used however he desired.

Strengthening his grip on your throat, he tilted his head at you, “Machen Sie sich bereit zum Saugen.”

He pressed himself to your face, grinding his balls over your skin as he began stroking himself. Lining them up with your chin and flattening his cock against you, he laughed upon realizing he was long enough to exceed the length of your face.

“Can’t wait to make you swallow,” he muttered. “My cock is so big compared to you, you’re going to feel it all the way down your throat. C’mere!”

The hand around your neck moved to your face, forcing your mouth open. König wasted no time in slapping his leaking tip against your tongue. He smeared his precum over your lips. You whined fearfully when he then leaned down to lick it up, only to spit it into your mouth seconds later.

“Time to use that sweet, wet mouth of yours.”

You gagged around him, tears welling up once more, when he suddenly shoved his tip to the back of your throat. He grasped your head with his hands, harshly pressing down on your temples, to begin guiding your mouth on and off his thick length.

He quickly became soaked in more of your spit with every rough thrust. You audibly gagged and choked each time he sank into your mouth.

“Saugen!” he exclaimed, laughing as you attempted to free your wrists from their restraints behind your back. “Finish me with your mouth! Kleine Hure!”

His heavy balls slapped your chin with every movement. He almost couldn’t believe he had gone months without feeling you like this. He almost wanted to apologize for being so rough with you, only to remember that this was what you wanted.

You asked him to stay in his uniform and intimidate the living hell out of you while he took on the role of an enemy interrogator. You wanted to be tied up and used like you were nothing but flesh and pleasure for him.

And he wanted to fulfill those dreams of yours.

Eyes rolling back, he began to thrust even harder. The wet sounds of your mouth made his cock twitch.

“What would—? Ugh! Fuck!” he groaned. “What would your husband think of you? His precious housewife, desperate for attention, on your knees like a slut for a man you don’t even know?”

König felt sick whenever he thought about you while he was gone. He’d imagine you all alone as you took care of things at home, waiting for him to send his military payments. All so you could keep being the good housewife he wanted you to be since the two of you got married. You had earned this for being so patient.

His hands shoved your head down as far as it could go onto his cock. He sank deep into you, sighing when your nose met his pelvis. His hips circled in order to grind his balls against your skin, allowing him to listen to your gags and sputters as spit gathered at the corners of your mouth.

“Ah!” he moaned, and then another laugh escaped him. “Such a perfect hole, aren’t you, Maus? So good at choking on cock—! Ugh!”

He pulled you off, chuckling deeply, enjoying the sight of you. Covered in spit and sweat, gasping for any semblance of air, and fat tears rolling down your cheeks. You were so pretty.

“Please,” you panted with a sob, playing your role as a pathetic captive perfectly. “Please, I can’t take it anymore! Wait—!”

His cock forcefully shoving itself back into your mouth silenced your pleas. König glared through his mask, and scoffed, “Shut up! You’re fucking starved for attention, don’t deny it! How about this? Since you’re so hungry, you can eat up all my cum when I squirt it down your tight throat!”

He thrust in and out of your mouth at a lightning pace, balls slapping and bouncing off your face. There was no remorse in his eyes, only a dark glimmer of pleasure, as he used you for his personal desires.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed. “Fucking taking it, aren’t you? Look at that bulge in your throat. Never had a cock this big before, I bet.”

The sensation of his length suddenly aching and twitching sent shivers down his spine. The mushroom-shaped head collided with the back of your throat with every movement of his hips. It sank deep into you each time, leaving you to choke in its wake.

“Ugh! I’m gonna cum!” he huffed, quickly giving you a harsh slap to make you cry around him. "Eat my cum when I let go in your mouth, hungrige Schlampe! Your husband shouldn’t have left you alone with a throat like this! Ah, shit! It’s like a fucking glory hole — used before, but still good enough to cum inside!”

With one last thrust, he flooded your mouth with his thick, salty release. You were once forced against his pelvis. He held you there, grinning and moaning with every burst of cum that squirted down your throat. His heavy load left you with no option but to swallow around his length.

Pulling out, he stroked himself hard and fast, groaning loudly as you whimpered. König slapped his cock against your face. His length trembled in his grip from the overstimulation.

“Want some on that pretty face too,” gasped König. “Want you covered in it like you’re my personal cumslut—! Oh!”

He made himself cum again. Sighing, groaning, and cursing as he did so, he watched his second wave of release squirt onto your face. He doused your skin in a mess of white, creamy cum.

He smiled as he admired your dirty appearance. Rubbing cock against you to smear his cum, he listened to the way you gasped and sobbed, “Please! I told you I don’t know anything! You’ve done enough!”

“Oh, but Armer Liebling,” he cooed with a dark glimmer in his eyes, “I still haven’t used your pussy yet.”

He almost laughed upon seeing your eyes widen. Slapping his cock against your mouth and nose, he beamed down at your pathetic, stained expression.

“Up you get,” he said, pulling you up by the hair and grinning when you cried out in pain. “Time to let me fuck that cunt of yours. I’m sure it’s nice and tight.”

He dragged you down onto your bed. Hands still bound behind your back, it was pretty much impossible to fight back against his overwhelming strength as he shoved your face into the comforter before lifting your hips.

“Face down, ass up,” he muttered. “Genau wie eine Hure.”

You pleaded with him to rethink his actions as he removed any and all clothing from your lower half, “I’ll give you whatever you want! Money, anything! Just let me go! Please, don’t make me—! Mmph!”

He’d apparently gotten tired of your begging, deciding to lean down and shove your removed underwear into your mouth as a gag.

Listening to you cough around the fabric, he rolled his eyes, “Den Mund halten! Ich bin fertig mit diesem Spermaloch, das du Mund nennst!”

With the side of your face shoved into the bed, you could barely see what he was doing as he kneeled behind you. A loud slap resounded through the air, leaving you to yelp into your makeshift gag.

König palmed your ass before giving it a much harder slap. He continued his cruel actions, spanking you more and more harshly as he went on. He wanted it to bruise in order to leave you with a painful piece of evidence that he had used you for his own desires.

“Let’s take a look at this pussy, shall we?” he chuckled.

You tried your best to resist the way he spread you open from behind. He pinned down your struggling legs the moment you attempted to squirm out of his hold.

Another mean slap made your flesh ache. You squealed into your underwear, shaking your head in hopes he would release you.

Satisfied that he had stopped you from resisting, he spread you open again. Wider this time, of course, so he could show you that he planned on doing whatever he wanted.

He wasted no time in shoving two fingers deep into your pussy, which was wet with your slick. Muffled cries escaped your body as he pumped them in and out a few times before removing them.

He slipped them beneath his mask and placed them against his tongue, licking and sucking your taste off his fingers, “So eine köstliche Muschi. Vielleicht lasse ich dich gefesselt, damit ich es heute Abend zum Abendessen essen kann.”

He spread you even wider until he could see your asshole as well. He smirked to himself and, unbeknownst to you, decided to save that for later. He wanted to ruin your cunt first.

Lifting his mask just above his nose, he leaned down to spit onto your sweet pussy. After licking a long stripe over your entrance, he rubbed his nose against you, taking in your wet scent with a satisfied hum.

“Love the smell of eager pussy,” he muttered, kissing your leaking hole before rising to his knees. “Almost as much as I love the taste.”

He then took you by surprise. He shoved his hard, thick cock into you without warning. Your eyes widened, a new burst of tears pouring out, as he began thrusting in and out of your squelching entrance.

“Oh, yes! You’re as tight as I imagined! Strangle my cock with that perfect cunt!” he commanded, delivering another series of hard slaps to your swollen ass. “No wonder your husband married a pathetic brat like you! He knew how good your pussy is at getting fucked!”

His heavy, aching balls hit you with every thrust. He grunted and groaned with every movement of his hips. He even let out a strained laugh when your eyes rolled back in both pain and pleasure.

The underwear in your mouth was soaked in your spit, doing little to muffle to the shrieks, gasps, and cries that escaped you. Tied up and firmly held by the hips, you couldn’t do anything but take the large cock that was currently abusing your leaking pussy.

“You like that, Schatz? Huh? You like being pounded by my fat cock, don’t you?” he gasped, sweating heavily due to the growing heat underneath his mask. “You’ll like it even more when I breed this pussy over and over again. I’m gonna leave you as nothing but a destroyed hole for me to use in my spare time.”

You shrieked at the mention of him releasing his orgasm inside your body. You could only imagine how many times he’d fill you up if he got his way.

“That’s right,” he chuckled, leaning down and hunching over you in order to whisper into your ear. “I’m gonna come back every night from now on to fuck you raw and dump my load inside this tight hole. Imagine your husband finally coming back from deployment, only to find you captured and being pumped full of a stranger’s cum. Maybe he’ll be angry, or maybe he’ll want to join the fun. What do you think?”

You wriggled against him, shaking your head as more sobs wracked your body. A thick layer of sweat covered your skin. Your body was becoming numb from the pleasure that was growing between your legs.

König chuckled into your ear, still leaning over you, his chest flush against your back, both of which were still clothed.

Warm hands slid from your hips, traveling beneath your shirt to flatten themselves against your stomach. König rubbed one in a slow circle while nipping at your shoulders.

“Gonna put my baby right here,” he said. “Need to fill up your womb first, but best believe I’ll keep cumming inside this quivering pussy until you’re all nice and round with the result of my sperm.”

He grinned at the feeling of your entrance squeezing around his cock. He always knew you were secretly so fucking dirty.

“Oh! Get ready!” he moaned, beginning to rut into you at a faster pace. “I’m gonna cum! I’m cumming again! Wish everyone could watch you take my load! Yes! Ugh, what a perfect hole!”

He forced himself as deep as he could go within your sopping entrance. Trapped in his strong arms, your pussy was made to suck in every bit of cum he released. So much of it filled you in seemingly endless spurts that a creamy white ring formed at the base of König’s throbbing cock.

His warm, heavy balls were snugly pressed to your dripping hole, collecting every drop of wet slick that slipped out.

“Nimm es!” he groaned, hands sliding from your stomach to your breasts. “Nimm es, du dreckige Schlampe!”

He continued to rut into you until your body finally gave into the pleasure. König let out a loud, mocking laugh when he felt your overstimulated pussy gush around him.

“Dumb whore!” he scoffed. “You’ll cum on any cock that’s willing to screw your pathetic fuck hole, aren’t you?”

Releasing your breasts after a few more tight squeezes, he gently kissed your neck and muttered a few sweet words into your ear, true colors shining through for a short moment. He quickly rose back onto his knees to admire the mess you had made.

He slowly thrusted in and out of your body, grinning at the sweet squelching of your entrance as he did so. His pelvis and thighs were soaked in your fluids and your ass was already beginning to bruise from his rough treatment.

Much to his excitement, he could feel himself becoming hard again. Your torment wasn’t even close to being over.

“Here we go again,” he chuckled. “Next round, Schatz. It’s time for you to ride.”

With his strength and overwhelming size, it only took him mere seconds to move you into a new position. Lying back on the bed, he placed you on top of him, chest-to-chest, tucking your cum-slathered face into his concealed neck.

He briefly thought about how he probably needed to take off his mask soon. The heat and sweat beneath it was beginning to be too much. Right now though, he simply wanted to fuck your weeping pussy at least one more time.

One of his large hands splayed over the space between your shoulder blades. He pondered untying your hands, but decided having you entirely at his mercy was far more enjoyable. The other hand palmed at your ass. He groped, pinched, and slapped you, thoroughly pleased with your desperate squeals of pain.

“Let’s see how well you can bounce on my fat cock so you can take my cum again,” he chuckled. “Sluts like you are always good at riding. Probably fucking made for it.”

You whined and then made another failed attempt to escape his hold. He lined up with your entrance, slapping your wet slick with the head of his throbbing length. The underwear in your mouth was quickly removed in favor of seeing your expressions up close and personal.

“Ah! Wait!” you said. “You already came inside! I can’t take anymore! Let me go—! Oh! Ugh!”

König plunged into you with no remorse. Hands shifting to grope your ass, he forced you to bounce as he rutted deep into your quivering, overstimulated pussy.

Your mouth fell open with a silent scream. And König couldn’t stop himself from laughing darkly upon seeing your eyes roll back, lashes fluttering uncontrollably.

“Good pussy,” he grinned with a moan and a rough slap to your ass. “Gute verdammte Muschi.”

You gasped with every thrust, “Ah! Ah! Big! Ah! Too big! Ah! Can’t!”

“Nichts als eine weinende, schlampige Schlampe!” he huffed. “I’m making it fit, aren’t I? Stop complaining!”

He controlled your movements with his tight, bruising grip on your ass. He jerked up into you at an almost inhuman pace. His cock fit snugly within your wet, clenching walls.

He tugged up his mask and forced a kiss upon your crying mouth, still begging for him to give up the torment of your pussy, “Mein gehorsamer Schwanzärmel, ja? Mein Sperma-Dump, nicht wahr? Answer me!”

“I don’t—! Ah!” you tried your best to speak. “I don’t know what you’re saying—! Ah! Ah! Ah! Please, show down! Ah! I don’t understand! Ah! Ah!”

He grunted, “You don’t understand?! I want you to admit that you’re just a fleshlight for me to fuck and breed whenever I want! Say it!”

His cock twitched within you, signaling that he wouldn’t last much longer. Frustration flared in his chest when you simply cried in response, “No, I won’t—! Ah! Ah! Won’t say it!”

He glared, only barely satisfied whenever you yelped in response to him landing a cruel slap upon your ass.

“Fucking say it!” he demanded, continuing to punish you with his mean spanks. “Fucking say you’re mine! Sag es!”

He carried on pummeling your entrance and wreaking havoc upon your blistering ass. His cock hit your cervix and tears welled up in response. He grunted and hissed, wanting nothing more than to fill up your womb for a second time.

You finally conceded, almost unable to breathe, “Please! Hurts! Ah! I’m yours! Ah! Ah! Ah! Yours to fuck and—! Ah! And use! Please, too much!”

He slowed, smiling at your desperate expression. He grabbed the back of your neck with one hand and pushed your crying face into his mask. The fabric muffled your sounds.

He bounced you on his cock once, twice, three times more. Cum burst out in ropes, filling you deep, as König ran a hand along your back.

“So good. Your pussy is so good,” he muttered. “Makes me wonder if your ass is even better.”

You didn’t even have the strength to fight back as König changed your positions once again.

Lying on your sides, he pressed himself as close as he could from behind with your hands still tied around your back. He felt between the swollen cheeks of your ass with the head of his leaking cock until he found your tightest entrance.

“Still all right, Liebling?” he asked quietly, lifting his mask in order to leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses on the skin of your neck. “We can stop if you want. Did you mean it when you said it hurt?”

Your tired eyes glanced up at him, and then you whispered, “It did a little, but I’m okay. I like it when you’re rough with me, König. Keep going.”

“Let’s open up this puckered hole then, pretty thing,” he muttered, giving you another kiss as he fell back into character. “You wanna be left gaping? Huh?”

You whined at the feeling of his cock attempting to breach your ass. König finally squeezed his tip in after a few tries, groaning loudly.

You cried out as he pressed deeper and deeper, only to be silenced when he covered your wailing mouth with the palm of his hand. The other was used to lift your leg, spreading you enough for König to look down and watch his cock ease its way inside your tight, clenching hole.

“Disgusting slut,” he huffed, balls finally meeting the flesh between your shaking legs, “you like taking it up the ass? Such a shame I’m going to destroy this cock-hungry hole of yours. I might never be able to use it again after this, it’ll be so ruined.”

He pulled out to the tip before slamming all the way back in. You let out another cry into his palm, but that only made König grin beneath his mask as he did it again. Again. Again.

He continued thrusting deep into your trembling, worn out body. His movements were unlike how he had used your pussy, which had been fast and unwavering. This was slow and hard.

He stretched you open with every thrust of his throbbing, swollen cock. Everything was a mixture of both pain and pleasure.

You whimpered into his calloused palm each time his hips collided with your ass, “Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!”

“Good girl,” he muttered. “Such a tight set of holes. Here, let me get deeper.”

He let go of your leg and then rolled you onto your stomach. You couldn’t help but groan at the sudden loss of his cock in your ass.

He chuckled, hand still covering your mouth as he crawled on top of you, “Don’t worry, pussy. You won’t be empty for very long.”

You whined upon realizing that he had called you “pussy” rather than any of the other names he had been using all night. Being seen as nothing but a collection of holes for him to fill turned you on beyond belief.

“Not done with that tight ass quite yet,” he continued. “Still need to cum in it.”

He pressed himself flush against your back, forcing you to bear almost his entire weight. Your tied hands dug into his stomach the slightest bit. However, as König pushed himself back into your clenching asshole, he decided it was worth it.

“What a—! Ugh! What a perfect cum hole,” he huffed, finally continuing with his rough thrusts once he was shoved back inside. “Gonna fill you up again until you’re lying there with my load dripping out of your ass. Won’t be able to move, it’ll be so full.”

He sped up. Skin met skin at such a rapid pace that you could hardly breathe. You were being ground to dust by the combination of his thrusts and his muscular body.

You whimpered as König plunged in and out of your ass. His heavy balls bounced off your skin. He panted and moaned into your ear with every thrust, “Gonna cum again! Ugh! Ah! Think you can do it with me?”

You could barely even nod in response. You whined into his palm instead, which he took as confirmation that you were on the edge of your own orgasm.

“Do it,” he said. “Cum for me.”

In an instant, you gushed around his aching cock with a moan. He came as well, shooting a stream of creamy white cum into your ass.

He removed his mask, panting heavily against your skin. He groaned when he pulled out of you and eyed the way his cum dripped out of both your pussy and your ass.

He uncovered your mouth in order to listen to your quiet, relieved whimpers. He tried his best to layer your neck and shoulders in warm kisses as he began untying your wrists, only to find it difficult with his labored breathing.

“So happy to be home with you, Schatz,” he whispered instead.

German Translations, In Order of Appearance: ➳ “Schatz.” — “Darling.” ➳ “Machen Sie sich bereit zum Saugen.” — “Get ready to suck.” ➳ “Saugen!” — “Suck!” ➳ “Kleine Hure!” — “Little whore!” ➳ “Maus.” — “Mouse.” ➳ “Hungrige Schlampe!” — “Hungry slut!” ➳ “Armer Liebling.” — “Poor darling.” ➳ “Genau wie eine Hure.” — “Just like a whore.” ➳ “Den Mund halten! Ich bin fertig mit diesem Spermaloch, das du Mund nennst!” — “Shut up! I'm done with that cum hole you call a mouth!” ➳ “So eine köstliche Muschi. Vielleicht lasse ich dich gefesselt, damit ich es heute Abend zum Abendessen essen kann.” — “Such a delicious pussy. Maybe I'll leave you tied up so I can eat it for dinner tonight.” ➳ “Nimm es! Nimm es, du dreckige Schlampe!” — “Take it! Take it, you dirty bitch!” ➳ “Gute verdammte Muschi.” — “Good fucking pussy.” ➳ “Nichts als eine weinende, schlampige Schlampe!” — “Nothing but a crying, sloppy slut!” ➳ “Mein gehorsamer Schwanzärmel, ja? Mein Sperma-Dump, nicht wahr?” — “My obedient cock sleeve, yes? My cum dump, aren't you?” ➳ “Sag es!” — “Say it!” ➳ “Liebling.” — “Darling.”

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dabiekql · 1 year ago

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Recommendation - Call of Duty: König

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Blood on Thy Hands

Attack

Break In / Part 2 / Part 3

Cryptid (NSFW)

Overflow the Stars

Anything (Series)

The Horror and The Wild (Series) / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

I'll Met by Moonlight (Series)

The Invisible String Theory

Yandere Psych Patient König x Nurse Reader (Series)

König Losing His Mind When Y/N Got Injuried

Giving König Silent Treatment After an Argument

Apology Accepted

All Ears

König w/ His S/O During a Panic Attack

König with Partner in High School / Part 2

Sleeping with König

Minotaur! König x Ariadne! Reader

Possession (NSFW)

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beloveds-embrace · 5 months ago

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Telling Ghost/König you are too heavy for him to pick up or sit on his face, and he doesn’t say anything at first so you think he just accepted it even if your heart kinda twinged a little in pain because you know you are just not skinny enough-

Only for him to send you a video the next day: in the gym, looking mighty hot in a compression shirt and sweatpants just a touch low on his hips, and lifting a bar with ease. On a closer look? The weighs attached to the bar weigh far more than you do. And he so easily maneuvers and controls and manhandles it…

Between the heat curling in your stomach, face pink and thighs clenched shut, you almost miss the incoming text.

Never too heavy for me, doll.

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konigbaby · 9 months ago

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I'M FOAMING AT THE MOUTH | via vhenan_virabelasan on insta এ

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mixingandmelting · 25 days ago

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Heavy Blanket

Summary: You were cold and needed a blanket. He decides to be that blanket only to get too comfy and lay on top of you longer than needed

Simon "Ghost" Riley

You’re hot. Sweltering. Wheezing. Lungs close to collapsing. And no matter how many times you tell him, he won’t. Get. Off.

“Simon, please.” You gently nudge his shoulder, trying to get him to look at you. “I’m suffocating here.”

He simply grunts, nuzzling his face into your chest as his arms tighten around your chest. You suppose it’s your fault, having told him that you were cold and not wanting to get off the couch to get a blanket. You just.. didn’t expect him to take it quite literally and provide you a heavy, weighted one (i.e., him).

You sigh. Maybe you could push him off…? You glance down only to be reminded how massive he is, easily engulfing your being so that it looks like there’s simply a single person on the sofa. Hell, the only indication you’re even lying there is your head and arms poking out from underneath. No body, just ligaments.

Yeah. It’s Not happening. As if sensing your disgruntlement, he lifts his head so his eyes would be looking into yours. For a moment the two of you stare, waging a wordless battle.

“…For a person called ghost, you’re so cheeky.”

He snorts, going back to comfortably resting his head on your chest.

“Only to you, love. Only to you.”

Took the words right out of your mouth.

Shaking your head in exasperation, you card your fingers through his hair. Welp. laundry is definitely not getting done today.

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

“Johnny?”

“No.”

“Johnny.”

“No.”

“John Mactavish.”

That gets him to lift his head up. You try not to snort at the offended look he gives you, his eyes asking if you had seriously just used his full name over something like this. Instead, you take this chance to finally get some precious O2 in your lungs and enjoy weight being lifted off of you. Literally.

You had forgot and now remembered his biceps are the size of your head when he props onto his elbows, bright blue eyes staring directly into yours.

“Luvie, I’m not John Mactavish to you. Am I?”

“No. But,” you shuffle to get around but he doesn’t budge. Dammit. “You are a furnace. Heavy, hard, and exuding only heat.”

Instantly you regret saying that, recognizing the glint in his eyes.

“Heavy and hard, aye?”

One hand to cover your burning face, you use the other to smack his chest. You and your stupid mouth. Him and his stupid, smug, smirk. Chuckling, he moves and gets comfortable before snuggling you again. At least he’s being mindful this time, making sure you aren’t feeling as if you’re being flattened into a pancake. As for you, you nuzzle your face into the junction where his neck and shoulder meet. It’s going to take a while for you to function, the embarrassment still fresh and searing your soul.

Kim Hong Jin "Horangi"

You swear you’re dating a giant cat, not a tiger. The ones that enjoy pushing a glass off the table while you’re looking and begging with your eyes not to. Smiling as some crying lady points at them over a salad.

You’ve been shoving and pushing him by the shoulders, and so far you’ve successfully freed half of your upper body (more like that’s the only leeway he’s willing to give but you choose to ignore that).

“Hong Jin.” You pant between each word, exhausted and having much of your strength sapped out of you. “You need to let go.”

“싫은데?“ (Don’t want to?)

…This man and his nerves.

“No, seriously.” You nudge him, hoping it would get your message across. “I can’t even feel my legs.”

“Just five more minutes.” His groan coming out muffled from him burying his face into your tummy.

Five minutes ago he said that. Which was also what he said five minutes before that. Now you’re uncomfortable, feeling the half of you he’s holding onto sweat while the other feels chilly from the sudden loss of heat. Worst is how effortless it is for him to keep you still, lazily lying on top of you being enough to stop you from worming yourself out. Like sure, you do enjoy how well-built he is but not like this!

Sucking a breath in, you go back trying to pry yourself off as he stays where he is, eyes closed and a grin plastered on his face.

König

A king-size mattress. That’s what he is. And certainly feels that way too with how he easily engulfs both you and the bed.

“Konig.” You gently shake him, only for him to turn his head.

You don’t know whether to laugh or cry though, at the moment, it would hurt if you do either. Every time you try calling him out or getting his attention, he’d turn his head where he’d lie on one cheek then flip to the other. He doesn’t even make a sound. No harrumphs, grunts, or a sigh. All of you wanted to do was go get ready since the two of you are supposed to meet with his friends. Now? Not happening.

“We need to get ready. It’s already quarter past five.”

He squeezes your waist in response, snuggling himself into you. Just like a petulant kid, thinking if he doesn’t say anything and pretends to not hear you, you would stop. You try to slip from being underneath him, not enjoying being the filling in the mattress sandwich. Unfortunately for you, fortunately for him, you give up in less than ten seconds realizing how much you’d have to go through to just get a hand out.

You raise your hand to place it on his shoulder until he stops you by grabbing at the wrist. He drags and presses it against his cheek, making you feel stubbles under your fingertips. Biting your lip, you close your eyes and mentally count from ten.

“You better text them we’re not going.” You grumble, cupping his face in your hands.

“Already did.”

You shake your head. This man.

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nighttimealone · 6 months ago

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Cw: Nsfw

You have an important document from your work that needs to be fixed now, but your poor boyfriend König already got worked up the moment you leant down to retrieve your book from a lower shelf moments ago, your ass in full display to him, so you compromise when he look at you with that heavy cock hanging between his thighs, “liebling, please, I won’t interrupt you doing your work.” he says while pulling you onto his lap, your core rest just against his growing erection. How can you say no when he pleads so nicely?

Your arms wrapped around his neck, typing on your phone and dealing with the job, while König humping like a dog in heat against your clothed pussy, groaning and growling just beside your ear as he prods his tip repeatedly at your clit, still cheekily trying to let you lose control and finish whatever you’re doing now. But he needs to be a good boy, he already promised you he’ll hold back until you have time, so he settles with grinding his cock along your pussy for now.

You hum in approval, sparing a glance at him and his dick when he slide it between your pussy lips, your panties’ already a mess after he pulled down the hem of your panties and pumped a load inside, clinging onto your skin and showing the curve of your mound.

“I can’t wait anymore, Süße…bitte bitte…” A grin decorates your lips as you see his face, all flush with the desire burning in his body, can’t even think straight and talk coherently, because sweetie, he just wants to sink his cock inside your drenched cunt and fuck you so good, overwhelm you in pleasure so you can forget about your job.

So you finally set down your phone. Actually, you already finished correcting the mistakes in your documents minutes ago, but the sight of him blabbering and moaning, like all he wants in this world is you and your pussy, is just too entertaining.

“Oh…oh my god…” Your teasing words don’t even have a chance to make their way out of your lips, the moment you put away the phone, he already stands up and flip you onto the mattress, slamming his cock inside you in one swift move, legs pressed back to your breast for mating press, pounding into you with the full force of his hips that you’re practically screaming his name in ecstasy.

Just don’t let him discover that you pretend to be occupied by work for a few more minutes, just to see him eagerly rolling his hips against your slick folds, unless you want to walk side to side the next day, from how he teach you a lesson with his weapon that he calls his cock.

#könig x reader #könig x you #konig x you #konig x reader #konig smut #könig smut #konig imagine #könig imagine #cod x reader #cod x you #female reader #nighttimealone

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mooonjin · 1 month ago

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w: pregnancy and breeding

f!reader finds out she’s pregnant after a night with könig and he also finds out with you in the bathroom. but it doesn’t help his massive breeding kink so he ends up railing reader against the bathroom sink and trying to fuck his babies into you again like a nasty dog. he doesn’t have to worry about pulling out anymore because you’re “already pregnant”

#konig call of duty #konig #konig x reader #konig cod #konig smut #konig mw2 #könig #könig call of duty #konig imagines #cod imagines #call of duty imagines #call of duty smut

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konigsblog · 10 months ago

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Forceful breeding with Perv!König (🌽 link)

CW; FORCED IMPREGNATION, BREEDING KINK, NON-CON/DUB-CON, AFAB!F!READER — MDNI 18+

König is looking out for himself. His oma and his mother are desperate for some children from König and have been pestering König as he ages. All könig thinks about is the soft giggles of a little baby, to hold his own child in his arms protectively, to care and look out for them like a father should.

Although, you're fearful of pregnancy. All the side effects and complications, the things that could possibly go wrong. Shame fills him when he thinks about what he could do to convince you, or get you pregnant, whether it was a consensual and conscious decision or not. König admires your drunken facial expressions, the smell of booze assaulting his nostrils when he takes in a deep breath beside you. Guilt leaves him conflicted, but inevitably, he chooses to take you. König knows it's wrong, but he wants it too much to bear.

You're too weak to fight against König, who quickly manhandles you into a position where you're vulnerable and powerless and unable to fight back. Even if you tried, your attempts would lead to wasted energy as König carries out with his sickening, distributing acts despite your pleas, all caused by his perversity, selfishness and corrupted perception of love. You don't react, or at least not until König is shoving himself inside to get this over and done with. The sound of your pained cries pulls at his heartstrings, but regardless, he ploughs into you with your legs pulled over his shoulders and your hands pinned to your sides, held in a fist as you dig your nails into your palms, choking on your sounds and sobs.

“I know, I know, it hurts, doesn't it? You're doing so, so well. You know this will benefit both of us, right? Just- a little bit longer, Suße...” He grunts out, working towards that desired release he's been dreaming about all day.

The impact of his hung balls slapping against your ass is excruciating. Your body contorts and trembles as you attempt to wriggle your way out of his firm grasp, useless as König begins to lean further into you, pushing all of his weight down onto you to slam into your ass. You gag at the feeling of König hitting deeper than before, right against your bruised cervix. It's obvious that König wants this, and he'll make sure not a drop leaves your hole.

Just think about how happy his mother will be, the excitement on his oma's face and the presents they'll bring you, little lamb...

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prettyoatmeal · 1 year ago

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Warning!! Inspired by this!!! NSFW, Fem reader, masochism. A/N: Hallo :3 good evening UNI IS KICKING MY ASS so i needed to get this off my mind REAL QUICK Masterlist here!

Masochist!König on my MIND.

He’s so goddamn pathetic I'm drooling over this thought. König becoming so whiny as you ride him. His eyes rolling back with the way your tight cunt squeezes around him. Hands clawing and massaging at the fat of your waist as he helps guide your movements.

He gets so out of it, in his own little world, fucked out expression and focused on nothing but the heavenly feeling of you bouncing on his cock. Calling out to him does nothing despite how good he normally is, his own name falling deaf on his ears when normally he'd be perking in an instant. With all else failing the only way to pull him out of his trance is to give him a few slaps :(

Not too hard of course, but enough force to shock him and make his dick twitch inside you.

"Look at me," slap "good boy, there he is," slap "that wasn't so hard now, was it?"

The moment your hand makes contact with his face he’s moaning like a slut. His pretty eyes open, shiny and glistening with tears. He almost cums then and there and the thing you know is that he's asking you to hit him harder.

I AM VERY NORMAL ABOUT HIM

*************** 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.

#könig headcanons #cod mw2 #könig mw2 #könig cod #call of duty #konig cod #Konig mw2 #Konig x reader #König x reader #König fluff #König imagines #Konig imagines #mw2 x reader #Konig fluff #König smut #Konig smut #mw2 smut

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d-emeter · 3 months ago

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Types of lingerie they'd go a little feral over — plus-size!fem!reader x cod characters

Includes: Price, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, König, Graves, Alejandro, Rudy, Valeria

CW: mid/plus-size reader, photos of people wearing lingerie!, mentions of sex/sexual activities

Photos are not indicative of reader's body type/skin colour/other physical attributes! Just meant to be examples, but us bigger girls deserve some rep on here (but also why is it so hard to find cute pics of mid/plus-size girlies that aren't ads or extremely edited?)

All rights go to owners of the photos! I tried to crop out their faces as best I could <3

John Price

Price would love anything feminine. He adores when you play into his housewife kink, parading around the house in babydoll dresses and fur-lined robes (preferably sheer). He wouldn't even bother with taking the pieces off once he gets his hands on you, simply pulling and adjusting where necessary. Not above ripping either, but don't worry, he'll gladly buy you some new sets. Maybe he should get you some of those crotchless panties, poppet, would save him a lot of hassle.

Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish

Listen, as much as he loves it seeing you all dolled up, there is nothing that gets him going quicker than you in some raggedy, hole-ridden comfy clothes, preferably when they're his. His boxers framing your plump ass so nicely, digging into your flesh a bit when you move and his shirt doing nothing to hide the jiggle of your tits while your nipples poke through the fabric. If he sees you like this, his hands are all over you in a split second. God forbid your shirt is cropped, showing off your soft tummy and the underside of your breasts — you couldn't pry him off with a crowbar.

(you cannot tell me Johnny doesn't own some dumbass boxers like this)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

In fear of repeating myself, I think Simon would also go a little dreamy-eyed over you in your comfies. Except, unlike Johnny, he loves those sweet little pj-sets you wear. He's still a little taken aback every time he comes home to you curled up on his — your — couch. The realization that he has something this sweet to come home to — that he has a home at all, hitting him like a freight train. Like Price, doesn't bother taking your pajamas off when he pounces on you. Just makes it easier for him to tuck you into bed after he's done with you.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Garters, belts, straps, buckles, the whole thing. And best believe he's the one picking them out, too. You'll randomly find boxes on your bed, the contents in different styles, colours, fabrics. He insists you model them for him, or send him pictures if he's deployed. The sets are an absolute nightmare to get into, but he'll gladly help you take them off, darlin'. Don't mind him though, if he snaps a photo or two in the process. Also loves it when you wear lingerie as part of an actual outfit. What can I say, the man loves showing you off (with the knowledge he's the only one that gets to see the full sets and everything underneath them later).

König

Anything resembling some cheap halloween costume from party city. It honestly doesn't matter to him what; sexy secretary, naughty nurse, you name it. Literally whatever. He will lose his mind a little if you go as far as to engage in some roleplay pertaining to whatever you're wearing — acting like he's your boss or your patient. Oh, a pair of animal ears can and will make his eyes roll back in his head. (He will, however, ensure that your outfits are of relatively good quality — they've gotta outlast a least a few rounds, Schatzi).

Philip Graves

Ugh, he's so nasty (affectionate). He wants you to look hyper-feminine. His perfect little all-american wife (even if you've never set foot in the usa, or don't yet wear a ring on your finger) in her hyper-feminine lingerie, waiting for her soldier to come home. Frilly bras, lacy undies and silky night dresses in white or pink or any pastel shade. He gets off on the innocence they exude — makes him want to ruin you. And then wife you up. Maybe give you a baby or two.

Alejandro Vargas

Corsets!!! Or anything somewhat structured, really. This man adores the shape of your body no matter what, and the way the corset only accentuates the curve of your waist and pushes your tits up so deliciously has him rock fucking hard. If you choose to add some thigh-highs to that with the plush fat of your thighs spilling over the edge you may as well have killed him. He also has this weird infatuation with the marks the corset leaves on your skin after you (or he) take it off.

Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra

This poor man nearly faints the first time you wear lingerie for him (and pretty much every time after that). It doesn't particularly matter to him what it is, but he does like it when you stick to the classics: simple lacy bra and panty set. He likes that it makes you feel confident and (relatively) comfortable, as your comfort is always his number one priority. He also just thinks the simplicity of the sets helps accentuate the beauty of your body, rather than distract from it.

Valeria Garza

Anything expensive. Like, crazy expensive. She has the money, amor, why not spend it on something she enjoys? She'll make sure you only wear the highest quality fabrics (and that goes for all your clothing, by the way, she likes taking care of her girl). There are diamonds glittering all over your body, highlighting all your curves and twinkling with every move you make, and a nice string of pearls disappearing between your folds.

(I couldn't find ANY photos of this type of lingerie on bigger bodies, my apologies. Rest assured Valeria will get everything custom-made for you — remember, only the best for her girl)

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beloveds-embrace · 3 months ago

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Neglected omega reader who got taken care of by someone else. Nikolai or Konig. The drama ✨✨

I hope i did KorTac justice, I’ve never written them before except König lol @nightunite pspspsps i have nikto crumbs 🙏🏻

Neglected omega reader p1 + p2

KorTac had always liked you.

From the very first moment they’d met you, they’d been drawn in- pulled by the quiet gravity of your presence and the sharp edge of your competence. You were quick on your feet, sharp with a knife, steady under pressure. Smart and resourceful in a way that demanded respect.

But more than that?

You had heart.

You’d been assigned to their unit during a joint operation months ago. Just a temporary deployment, only meant to last a few weeks, but it had been long enough for them to notice things- little things they hadn’t been able to forget.

The way you’d patched König up without hesitation after a mission went sideways, hands steady even as blood slicked your fingers. The way you’d shared your rations with Horangi after a supply drop came in light, brushing off his protests with a stubborn glare. The way you’d sat quietly beside Nikto on watch, not asking questions when he didn’t feel like talking but always ready to listen when he did.

They noticed you, and they liked what they saw.

Liked the way you worked. Liked the way you took care of your team without ever expecting anything in return. Liked the way you carried yourself- confident but kind. Fierce but soft.

But you weren’t theirs. Couldn’t be.

You belonged to 141, and KorTac had backed off, unwilling to overstep boundaries when you already had a pack waiting for you at home. They’d told themselves it was fine- they were fine- watching from a distance.

But then you came back.

Alone.

Hollow-eyed and sharp-edged, moving like a ghost through the halls of the base, and suddenly?

All bets were off.

The first time König sees you in such a state, it’s in the corridor outside the mess hall.

You don’t look up when he walks by, don’t even seem to notice the sheer weight of his presence as he slows, lingering just long enough to let his shadow stretch over you. You’re leaning against the wall like you’re trying to hold yourself together, arms wrapped tight around your middle, shoulders curled inward. Small. Smaller than he’s ever seen you look before. Smaller than he’d ever thought he’d ever see you.

His instincts itch- Omega, alone, hurting- but you’re not his. And still…

His eyes track the tired slump of your shoulders, the way your clothes hang loose, like you’ve been skipping meals. He scents the air. Picks up the faded traces of peach and rose, but there’s something sour underneath- bitter and wrong, like spoiled fruit. König’s stomach twists.

It’s the scent of neglect.

You should never have looked like this. You should have never smelled like this.

Not you. Not the Omega who had once dragged him out of the line of fire without hesitation, barking orders and holding the line until reinforcements arrived. Not the Omega who had once laughed with him under a tin roof during a monsoon, eyes bright.

The smell lingers after he walks away, clinging to the back of his throat like smoke. But it’s the emptiness of it- the hollowness- that keeps him awake that night, staring at the ceiling and wondering which one of those 141 bastards let their Omega rot like this.

The next time König sees you, it’s in the armory.

You’re cataloging weapons, checking and re-checking the tags with mechanical precision, but your hands shake when you reach for the next one. Just a little. Just enough for him to notice.

König moves closer. Quiet, but not too quiet- he doesn’t want to startle you. You don’t look up until his shadow stretches over your workbench, and when you do, the look in your eyes hits him like a gut-punch.

Flat. Guarded. Resigned.

Like you’re expecting him to scold you.

König’s heart cracks wide open. He grips the edge of the table just to keep from reaching out.

“Doing good work.” He says softly, and you just blink.

It’s such a small thing- barely even a compliment- but your throat bobs like you’re swallowing something down. Then you duck your head and go back to your task, not looking at him again.

But you don’t flinch.

Not this time.

Nikto is next, and he doesn’t hesitate.

He remembers you. Remembers the way you’d stood shoulder to shoulder with him in the rain, eyes scanning the horizon with sharp focus as you both waited for the enemy to make their move.

You hadn’t been scared. Not even a little.

And now?

He catches you outside the rec room, sitting on the stairs with your knees drawn up to your chest. You don’t even react when he approaches, just keep staring at the floor like it might swallow you whole.

Now, you look like you’re drowning.

So Nikto doesn’t hesitate. He doesn’t say anything. Just crouches down beside you and sets a cup of coffee at your feet before walking away.

You stare at it for almost five minutes before finally picking it up.

The next morning, he does it again. Same cup. Same coffee. Same wordless offering.

It becomes a routine- something quiet and steady, something you can rely on when everything else feels too heavy.

And then there’s Horangi, who pushes the hardest.

He pushes, because he knows you can take it.

You had before- back when you’d yelled at him for ignoring orders and running off alone, eyes blazing as you shoved him back toward the evac point. He’d liked your fire back then, liked the way you didn’t back down even when he towered over you.

But now?

Now your fire’s gone out, and there’s only one group to blame.

So Horangi pushes. Tests the waters, pokes at the edges, trying to find the spark he knows is still there. He is the loudest of the three, sharp and quick with his words, but he also knows when to keep them soft. He finds you cleaning your gear one night and sits down beside you without asking.

“You missed dinner.” He says casually, pulling out a protein bar and tossing it onto your lap. Pushing past the bubble you’ve wrapped around yourself, yet not being overbearing or too much.

You open your mouth to argue, but he cuts you off.

“I’m not your Alpha,” he says with a shrug. “You don’t have to listen to me.”

You close your mouth. Look down at the protein bar. Then, without a word, you tear it open and take a bite.

Horangi grins. And just like that, he’s in.

And when you finally- finally- smile at one of his jokes?

He knows he’s got you.

141 starts noticing the shift almost immediately. Soap catches König lingering near you in the gym, eyes following the curve of your spine as you stretch, and something inside him snaps.

Ghost sees Nikto brush his fingers against yours when he hands you something, and his jaw clenches so tight he can hear his teeth grind.

Price overhears Horangi making you laugh- a real, honest-to-God laugh, a sound he can’t hear any longer even in his dreams- and has to excuse himself before he says something he can’t take back.

It gets worse when your scent starts to change; the bitterness fades first, then the sourness.

The first time Price catches a hint of warmth blooming underneath, it stops him dead in his tracks.

Because it isn’t for him. It isn’t for them.

It’s even worse to know that they drove you to it, and have no one to blame but themselves.

They let you fall through the cracks. Let the weight of their own issues and distractions leave you stranded in the dark, too far away for them to pull you back when they finally noticed you were gone.

And now? Now KorTac is picking up the pieces, with no hesitation.

König steadies you. Makes sure you eat, makes sure you rest, makes sure you feel safe even when the world outside is crumbling. Doesn’t push you away when you, big hand lingering on the curve of your spine until his scent is left there.

Nikto grounds you. Offers quiet comfort without demands, without expectations. Makes sure you know he’s there, always there, steady and unshakable. A lighthouse in the stormy seas, the hand that pulls you out of the swirling ocean.

Horangi pushes and pushes. Draws out smiles and laughter, reminds you what it feels like to be wanted. Finds excuses to bump shoulders or brush against you when you pass, just to see if you’ll let him.

And you do. You let all of them, slowly greeting them with the quietest little purr (cat activation noise).

Because it’s easier to be wanted by them than it is to be unwanted by your own pack.

And slowly- so slowly it hurts- you start to come back to life; your scent changes. Softens. Warms. The bitterness fades and the sourness disappears.

And all they can do is only watch as König takes the space they abandoned. As Nikto feeds the hunger they ignored. As Horangi brings back the fire they let burn out.

And they can’t do a damn thing about it.

Because the truth is- KorTac wanted you from the start, and now that they’ve got you?

They’re never letting go.

#noona.asks #cod x reader #cod x you #cod #tf 141 x reader #tf 141 x you #tf 141 #cod imagines #kortac x you #kortac x reader #könig x you #könig x reader #konig x you #konig x reader #horangi x you #horangi x reader #nikto x reader #nikto x you #cod omegaverse

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starofthesea7 · 1 month ago

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König~ Carnivore

Very filthy with a little bit of plot xx

You overhear Konig jerking off and decide to investigate

You groan, rolling over and squeezing your eyes shut.

There it was a again.

It was faint, almost indecipherable, and initially you’d ignored it, told yourself it was in your head. The sweltering, desert heat (or ovulation) had gotten to you.

But now you were certain.

A groan, a delicious, thick groan dragging rough like barbed-wire through the thick, hazy air; rasping through makeshift walls and into your room— grating against your eardrums in a brutal taunt. You were feverish.

You’d heard König’s hoarse grunts countless times as he cleaned a fresh, gaping wound or heaved a particularly heavy load onto his colossal shoulders, but this, this was different. Under the cover of night it was different. Imagining what he was doing made it different; made your imagination run wild.

You bury your face into your old pullover, bunched up into a makeshift pillow— pulse beating deafeningly in your ear, yet you cant get the sound of him out of your head. There it was again, a strained, husky grunt. And wetness.

Oh—Fuck. So he was touching himself.

Heat diffuses across your shining cheeks at the sound. Eyes squeeze shut as your heart beat thrums. Ashamed, you strain to listen again. A moan, deep and rough as gravel, the rhythmic sound of his fist against his flesh. You were slick. Fuck.

You’re yolked to another side of yourself that keens away from the righteous path— dragged away by need and deprivation that only months of gruelling, violent work and near solitude can bring. You crave to go to him. To touch him, satisfy him. He’s been stationed here months, surrounded by grim, hardened men, surely he must be frustrated. Surely you would be a welcome sight to his lonely gaze. You ghosted over your clit, clenching at nothing but the hypothetical of him filling you up, stretching you out, pounding the air out of your lungs. Huge hands, rough and hot, groping at you in harsh, touch deprived handfuls.

You slid your finger down the split of your cunt, wetness coating your fingers, your thighs. He had no idea what he did to you — he was always so respectful, so quiet, eyes so focused on whatever work was at hand; but his reservedness only made you crave him more. Of course you desired what was out of reach — the only man who’d never made a move on you, never spat a snide suggestive remark in your direction, or blatantly stared at your ass. Typical. Man has always wanted what he can’t have, lured in by mysterious forces he can’t quite figure out. Our Achilles’ heel. You were pandora, and he was your box you were so tempted to crack open. What could be hiding inside that sibylline man?

You’re ashamed, perverse for thinking about him like this, yet you ached for more. For him. You press a finger inside, with a hot squelch, back arching. Another groan from the soldier. But his would be so much thicker. And longer. And his cock. Fuck. You know he’d stretch you so delectably…

You groan and roll over again. Slap, slap, slap… he is still going, fist to flesh— a soldiers stamina at work.

Studying a crack in the cement ceiling, you consider your options. You could lay here, and get off by yourself. Resort to imagining feeling his hand on your throat, cock in your cunt, groans in your ear… Or you could knock… with a slim, glimmer of a chance of him desiring you too, of him judging your ready cunt as a more desireable fit than his usual fist.

An unseen force dragged out of your cot, limbs heavy with nerves. Perhaps lust, adrenaline, or a mixture of the two. Spurred on by delirium from the heat, the late hour or clenching of your cunt you can’t be sure, but you somehow open the door and step out into the hallway. The moon is bright and you stare at your feet for a moment, feel them sticking to the rough wooden floorboards in the summer heat. Your heart hammers, each beat deafening. A humid waft tickles the baby hairs at the nape of your neck. Before you had a moment to mull over your decision, perhaps jot down a pros and cons list, you had knocked, knuckle and rough wood cracking dull against the silence of the empty hallway.

A deafening stillness. You flex your hand in apprehension. Then a rustle. Another pause. You hear him clear his throat, the creak of floorboards as he gets up from his cot, aged floor straining to support his immense frame. The blood drains from your face as your fantasy now condenses into the very real, colossal mass that is König. The door creaks open, you hold your breath. And oh, you bite the inside of your cheek as you look up at him, he looks so good.

He truly is a paradox. So enormous, yet reserved. So immense yet quiet, gentle. A man of very few words. A wave waiting to crash, or a volcano waiting to erupt. His hair is tousled from bed, curing around his damp brow, cheeks burning from what you know to be arousal. You’d only seen glimpses of his face. His features are still shrouded in shadow, but you can make out a vague picture. He’s younger than you’d imagined— and better looking. Each one of his features somehow exudes an enticing, rough crudeness, emanating true masculinity.

A large, strong nose, slightly crooked as if its been broken one too many times. Lips split, bitten and red. Inviting. A glint of teeth, an angled jaw and the whisper of stubble. A large scar slices up his prominent cheekbone towards his eyes. In contrast, soft, deep-set eyes framed with thick lashes. Effervescent, pale olive green— heavy with fatigue, they widen in surprise at the sight of you.

“Hey.” You look up at him through long lashes, chest rising with shallow breaths. You were suddenly aware of your nipples poking through a threadbare tanktop, and sleep shorts two sizes too small. You felt exposed, like meat on display before a hungry animal. There was nothing more you wanted than him to take you, but there was something holding him back from lunging.

You knew he would disregard his hunger, till starvation, until you give him assent.

He clears his throat. “Hi.” His voice is rough and deep—accent thick, but his eyes don’t meet yours. He looks sheepish, like a teenage boy caught with his uncles playboy. Like hes dirty before you— if only he knew the fantasies you conjure about him at night, awake and in dreams.

“Um, I thought I heard something… coming from this direction and I just wanted to make sure you were ok… in here.” Your voice sounds as small as you feel next to him. He was larger than life, a tower of solid muscle that could break you like a toothpick. It sounded stupid, now that it had come out of your mouth, but you reminded yourself you had the upper hand — you’d ambushed him.

A weighted pause.

“Oh, um… ja Im all good in here.” He rubbed the back of his neck— rippling arm bulging with the movement. You don’t miss the hem of his shirt rising above the waistband of his boxers. A trail of hair ghosting across taught muscle, leading down to… You quickly tore your eyes away before your imagination strayed too far, looking back up at his face. You swallowed, a click in your throat, and crossed your arms.

His eyes flickered, so fast you could’ve imagined it, to your chest, as your breasts bulge above your arms, the top you were wearing leaving little to his imagination. A welcome aid stabilizing your wavering confidence. Your heart pounded in your ears as you lean toward him slightly.

You smiled up at his nervous face, and his eyes finally yielded in meeting yours. “Sorry if I woke you, just cant sleep.”

The door gave way, just a little as he stepped away from you, as if he couldn’t let you get too close to him— or he’d be unable to keep things civil, your magnetic field too strong to resist.

You glanced at his bed: a threadbare mattress covered with tangled sheets, a book… and something… pink? It stood out harshly against the greyness of his room. You registered. Your stomach clenched. The incongruent lace among his muted bed things — your thong. You were lightheaded, thighs squeezing together. He’d been jerking off to your fucking panties.

It was dirty. Salacious. So fucking hot.

Your knees were weak as you ran your fingers through your hair. You feel his eyes studying your face, trying to make out your intention. A wave of confidence swells in your chest, playful smirk toying at the corner of your lips. “I got more if you want to start a collection.” Your fingers find the band of your sleep shorts, pausing as your pretend to pull them down.

He stutters, eyes dropping to your waist, “W-What?”

You nod towards his bed. He turns and his eyes widen, face growing hot with humiliation. “Scheisse, I am so sorry. They must have mixed up your laundry with mine—“ He grabs it from the bed, scarred fist swallowing it whole, the delicate lace almost amusingly mismatched in his cloddish grasp.

He holds them out to you, eyes glassy with shame. You don’t move.

He trails off as his gaze involuntarily falling to your hips, then to your thighs, back up to your hands still toying at the waistband of your tiny shorts. His tongue, blood red peeks between pink lips. A glint of a canine. So he is a carnivore. He cleared his throat, eyes meeting yours, holding your gaze vehemently.

He’s nervous, as if your are his alluring genie he rubbed into fruition, and one wrong step could ruin whatever shimmering wish you might be in the mood to grant him. He was waiting for you to lead— cautious.

He can’t read you. He shifts, studying your face.

The air is thick, and molten— time slow, coagulating around you, forcing you towards each other. The mood has changed and you both feel it, dizzy with desire yet waiting for the other to test the water first. You gazed up at him wanton through your lashes— you decided to dip your toe in. “Want them?” —your voice is sickly sweet syrup which he eagerly swallows. His adams apple bobbing in his throat, and your eyes blaze a trail along a thick pink scar, decorating the ivory column. You want to run your tongue up it.

He simply nods dumbly, a lock of dark hair falling across his heavy brow, wide chest rising with shallow breaths.

You ache for him, stepping inside as he closes the door, and you suddenly feel minuscule next to this behemoth of a man, the room far too cramped. You’d never been this close to him, or spoken more than a few words to him, he always kept his distance. His hands are brawny fists at his sides, still clenching your thong, as if he was unsure what to do with them. Veins and scars litter his knuckles. You wanted them on your neck.

You bite your lip, dying to feel his hands on you. In you.

He groans softly, as if you taunt him, merely by standing in front of him. You lick your lips, you want him to touch you: “Take them off then.”

He steps into you, hands rising to your waist, gripping you there, dwarfing your frame. The knowledge that he could bend you like a reed made you faint with desire. His fingers dig into the flesh at your ribs, blunt nails leaving crescent moons in their wake. You moan as he presses himself into you, thick cock straining against his boxers.

“You tease me.” His voice is cracked, as if your mere existence was unfair torment.

Your fingers trail up his abdomen, lightly over hard muscle, up his neck and into his hair. You ground your pelvis into his as your fingers fist his loose curls, tugging gently.

Your voice comes out a whisper. “I could hear you through the wall, König.” He grunts, blood rushing to his cheeks and his cock in both embarrassment and arousal, fingers inadvertently squeezing you tighter. Finding the swells of your ass, and he pulls the cheeks apart. You groan into him, the feeling of him splitting you open in such an unsatisfying way drives you wild. Your cunt is slick, clenching around nothing. His hips involuntarily buck softly into you and you can feel him, painfully hard. How long had he been edging. To you. Poor boy. You rise to your tip toes, open mouth kissing the ragged scar on his neck as you imagine what his cock looks like, thick and aching.

A crackled, “Please..” He trails off— its all he can muster. Unsure of what to ask for, unsure of what he wants you to do — of what he wants to do to you.

“Were you thinking about me while you touched yourself?” Your voice is an airy taunt. He looked away with a ragged breath, then back down at you, eyes searching your face, tongue wetting his lips. Then he nodded. Your stomach clenched. He smelled of smoke and musk, and you wanted to crawl inside his shirt and be skin to skin, consumed in him forever.

You rise up on your tip toes, fingers gripping his shirt to keep yourself grounded in him, and he leans down. A hair of buzzing space between your lips. Breaths raspy. His hand finds the base of your head and he pulls you towards him. Lips searing. He’s gentle, firm. You run your tongue along his lips and he opens his mouth to you. He tastes like mint and cigarettes. Intoxicating.

Your hands run over his bare stomach, muscles clenching under your light, fervent touch. Your hands find the hem of his shirt and hes pulling it off, muscles rippling below searing, scarred flesh, formed through constant use and necessity — through years of arduous work.

Your hands fall to his lower stomach and his hips buck forward. You snap the waistline of his pants and he grunts. You couldn’t get enough of his paradox. So terrifying yet gentle. Sensitive. More dangerous yet safer than any other man two heads shorter.

You find his cock, palming it through fabric, thick and aching. He raises his arm to stabilize himself against the wall behind you, as if he can barely stand. You want to make him feel good so fucking bad your mouth waters. You kneel down, and his eyes widen slightly. “You dont have—“

“Lemme make you feel good, König.” You gaze up at him lustfully, a behemoth of a man, bending at your touch. He lets out a raspy breath of air as you slide his boxers down, his hard cock slapping up against his stomach. Eager and painfully hard, he’s engorged a dark red, precum leaking from the slit, tricking down the underside, along a vein. Your cunt clenches. Fuck— hes thicker than you’ve seen before.

You lick a stripe up his length, along the vein bulging on the underside, soft skin. He bites his fist. Wrapping your lips around his mushroom head, a briny bitterness bites at you and you instinctively want to shove down your throat. It goes right to your head.

You take him deeper, hands gripping his thighs, solid and hot. Deeper, bobbing your head. A small whimper from above as his head drops forward; you can tell hes doing his best to keep from bucking into you, shoving himself down your throat, pale fingers digging into his palm. You looked up at him and he grunts— youre a vision gazing up at him, lashes clumped together with glistening tears.

His hand finds the back of your head, hand so large it palms your crown, swallowing you whole. Fingers softly intertwine with strands of hair. The sounds of you choking on him pornographic against the quiet of night, your cunt clenching around nothing, dripping down your thighs, onto your heels for want of attention. All you wanted to do was take him deeper, bob harder, choke louder. His hand reflexively pushes your head down onto him, bobbing you faster. Faster, deeper. His caution gave way to brainless need— and you loved it. You sputter, gagging as he hits the back of your throat, jaw aching to accommodate him.

Hes grunting—“Im f-fuck, sorry—” His eyes were glassy, brows knitted with pleasure. Your cunt clenched as you looked up at him. One of your tits was bouncing out from the neckline of your top and his eyes flicked down to it, fingers tightening sharply at your hair, then back up to your shining, drool covered face. You an his angel, his nymph. The answer to a desperate, agonizing prayer.

He suddenly groans, pulling you harshly off his cock to keep from spilling down your throat. His heavy cock twitches above your face— a spurt of precum landing on your rosy cheek. He lets out a strangled sound, pornographic, he has to tear his eyes away, embarrassed, as you smile up at him. All you want to do was submit. Let him use you how ever he wanted, bend you like a reed in any which way he wanted. Stretch you to your limit, ruin you for any other man.

Hes breathing heavily as he smears it off with his thumb. You clutched his brawny hand, bringing it to your mouth. You suck the cum off his thumb and his cock jerks again at the sight of your delicate lips sucking his tanned, scarred finger.

Your voice is hoarse, throat raw, “I want you to use me Konig— however you want.” He looks down at you, expression pained and needy. “Can you do that for me.” He lowered his chin in a fucked out, decisive nod. You rose, and blushing as he tugs your shirt down reflexively, your other tit bobbing out. His eyes are glued to your chest, calloused hands dwarfing you as he gropes at them. Yyou whine as he squeezes them tight, his strength has you teetering deliciously on the precipice from pleasure to pain. You love it.

You tug your shorts down and he groans at the sight of you bare before him, at your smeared, puffy cunt. His hand instinctively drops to your slit. He drags a rough forefinger up and down it, watching in admiration as you buck when he catches on the split of your clit. Your head falls back against the wall, shallow moans in the quiet air.

His voice is quiet, “So wet. So wet for me.” Half question half statement. As if he is unsure whether this was simply a dream. Two of his fingers suddenly split you open and you keel into him, moaning at the divine stretch. Hell, two of his were four of yours.

He made no move to wait for you to adjust. Not because he was cruel but because he didn’t understand the extent of his size, didn’t realize how he stretched you. So thick, larger than life, gummy walls spasming as they attempt to take all of him in, be good for him.

“Fuck, so big, König.” His eyes were fixed on your face, as he slowly thrusts in and out, the obscene squelch making you dizzy. Your hands find his broad shoulders, nails gripping onto him to steady yourself— he hisses at the sharpness. He reaches in further, past the knuckle, pumping in and out. You angle your hips instinctively towards him and he brushes that spongey spot deep inside you. He smiled crookedly at a loud, airy moan, your fingers digging into his shoulders. His mouth fell open, mirroring your slack jaw.

Suddenly, another finger. Hes three fingers in and you would’ve died at the sounds you were making if you weren’t so fucked out. His name a chant on your lips.

He grunts at your clench around him, imagining it around his cock. “Schleib— so tight… and h-hot inside.” Heavy lidded eyes study yours, brows furrowed as he hits that spot, deep inside you. His rough, calloused thumb finds your clit and you jerked away in over stimulation, breasts press against his hard chest, hard nipples grazing his chest hairs. His other hand gropes your ass, pulling the cheeks apart as he works your puffy, sensitive cunt. Your embarrassingly wet, leaking down his wrist.

Your moans increase, “Have to be quiet Liebling,” his tone serious. You ignore him, mouth agape, sounds uncontrollable. Every rut of his fingers, every bounce of your chest forced the air out of your lungs.

You whine. Salty, cum stained fabric is shoved in your mouth. Your eyes widen.

Your thong. So he’d cum to you already, into your panties. It was disgusting, perverse. There is jest in his expression, eyes shining with a tease that has you clenching down on his fingers.

Your name, soft, tugs you back towards earth, your glassy vacant stare struggles to focus on him. You must’ve looked a mess. Hair mussed, tits hanging out from your top, thong stuffed into your mouth, but he looks down at you with a furrowed, ardent need. Below him you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. You were his. His pupils were blown wide, drinking your glowing vision in like a man parched.

His voice comes out strained and hoarse, adams apply bobbing against his thick, scarred neck. “Please…” he trailed off. He wanted to take you, fill you, fuck you. His cock stood tall and waiting eagerly. But he didn’t know how to ask. His brows furrowed, breath ragged, “Please… let me.” His hands tighten painfully at your waist, as if clutching you making sure you stayed here, with him.

You wanted to hear him say it. You furrowed your brows in question, his makeshift gag keeping you from speaking. You brushed his cock, painfully hard with your hand. He bucked forward, the touch pushed him over the edge— “Let me have you.” His voice was rough, strained, as if there was a chance you’d say no. You shivered at his choice of words. Let me have you. Give yourself to me.

Gladly.

You nod up at him, eyes sparkling. You could have easily taken the thong out of your mouth but you hated to admit it turned you on— his attempt at dominance, calling instead of forcing your submission. He tugged your shirt over your head. He leans back, staring with glassy eyes, pupils blown wide, his gaze trailing down over your figure. His mouth parts as he if he is literally drinking you in. Normally you’d feel insecure at being so bare infront of a man but his expression is pure adoration, it makes you want to further expose yourself to him. Your insides crave his stare, his touch, his consumation.

Huge, hard, rippling muscle looms over you. His hardness exaggerates your softness. His immensity making you feel small, although you weren’t particularily so. And yet he feels safe. A shield from all outside forces lurking, waiting to pounce on you. His broad shoulders blocking out danger, bullets, peering eyes— the rest of the world. Here it was only him and you.

He gripped your waist, and lowered you to the bed. You were a rag doll in his iron grasp, pliable clay. Your only desire was to do his will. Make him feel good, let him revert to carnal impulse.

A halo of hair encircles your face on the hard mattress, cheeks glowing, eyes shining with desire. You are a vision. His vision. Splayed bare before him. You trust him fully, a killer to all but you. He suddenly feels as if you didn’t belong here. In his room, surrounded by cement, and rusty metal and dirty roughness. He wants to protect you, take you away, devour you whole.

Your thighs part instinctually, pussy bare and sopping for him. Your hand falls to your cunt, parting your lips for him in a V. His eyes are glued to your hole, drinking in your display. He tears his eyes away, as if to keep from orgasming right there, at sight of you, spread open for only him.

He guides his cock, painfully hard, to your aching hole, gently pressing it against the split. You moan with needy anticipation. He slides the mushroom head up, precum smearing across your lips. He groans incoherent german, “I’ve waiting so long for you Schatz… wanted you so bad… think about you all the time.” Your heart jolted at his words— his head caught on your clit and you groaned around your gag. His eyes were glued to your pretty little cunt, and he pressed into you, your thighs instinctively moved together at the feeling, his massive torso forced you open.

He grunts, forcing his way in. Hes big, bigger than you’d ever taken. And the stretch, the sharpness of the pain made the pleasure all that much better. Another inch. Another. You squirm, fingers clutching at the sheets. An airy moan, your torso keens upward. Another inch, you spasm around him— when he finally pressed himself all the way in, the air was knocked out of you. The hair at the base of his cock tickled your clit, you clench hard around him— he jolts with a barbed grunt.

Stuffed so full, stretched so deliciously— you feel wild.

He stayed there for a moment as you spasm around him, muscles straining to accommodate him— his hair fell over his forhead, mouth agape, breaths rough— desperate to ravage you, pound into you, put your furrowed brows and brimming tears hold him back. He stares at the connection. The way your skin stretches tight around him, taking him so well.

He pulls out slightly, your cunt clutching at him, unwilling to let him go. He begins rocking back and forth.

“So tight maus—Scheiße, so hot inside.” His gaze still on your little cunt, stretched so wide for him, straining to suck him back in. His eyes flicked to your breasts, watching them bounce lightly with each gentle thrust. Desperate for more, his pace quickens. He grunts at the bounce of your breasts.

Harder, faster.

His hard pelvis ruts into you. The wet slap is obscene, hips recoiling with each thrust. Your nails scratch as his back, mimicking the sting of your stretched cunt, straining to take him.

Deep grunts join your airy moans, and your head is light. No thoughts plague your mind, just pleasure, stretch, fullness. His pace was getting rougher, more needy.

You feel your orgasm building deep in your stomach, an iron hot clench waiting to uncoil. He presses your knees down, folding you in half, totally helpless against his bludgeoning into you. You are a ragdoll to his whims, a hole for his use. He’s gotten a taste and now he can’t seem to stop.

Your legs rise, knees bending against his chest— spreading you open embarrassingly wide. Your drooling. He’s impossibly deep— you feel him behind your ribcage, forcefully bludgeoning at your sternum. His hand falls to your lower stomach and he lets out a strangled sound at the feeling of his cock pressing up into his hand.

He’s repulsed at the roughness with which he pounds you, but he can’t seem to stop. “I’m so sorry, you’re so good for me liebling, i’m hurting you, i’m - ah!- so sorry.” His breaths become airier, more pathetic as his release nears.

You clench, pulling him down into you with grasping hands.

Closer. Deeper. More.

The sound of skin slapping together was wet, obscene. Disgusting. You’re close, hurtling towards a precipice. He grunts loudly.

From you, a muffled string of incoherent “Gonna come,”— it sounded distant, far away.

He pounds into you rasping a shamble of german and english, how you’re so small, so tight, stretched so wide, stuffed so full. He’s fucking drooling.

He’s hitting that spongey spot over and over again. Bludgeoning pleasure into you so forcefully you can’t help but take it. Engorged head pushing relentlessly towards the entrance of your cervix, so deep youd never felt anyone there before—cunt stretched so wide he’s splitting you in half with every thrust, breasts bouncing painfully with every rut.

It crashes over you like a wave, cunt spasming irregularly around him, breathy whines— impossibly tight. You writhe beneath him, pushing him away instinctively at the pleasure, but he barely feels it, his arms caging you beneath him as you ride out your orgasm.

You are a ragdoll, limbs spread, nails scratching blindly, a hole as he ruts into you, faster, jerkier, more erratic, still shaking with your orgasm, his colossal frame curling around you. He grunts, at the feeling of you tightening around him. You feel him twitch inside you. His breaths become airier, more pathetic as his release nears. Your wetness coats his pale lower stomach and rippling thighs. Brawny arms wrap around your body, holding you so fucking tight.

“So, -ah, so close- scheiße.” He lets out a pitiful groan as he stuffs himself into you with a final thrust, holding your pelvises flush as his cock lurches, mushroom head notching deep inside you. Your walls stutter around him, “C- cumming.” His voice cracks, cock jumping, spurting inside of you pitifully, impossibly deep— so deep you feel it in your guts, so deep it would be dribbling out for days. Hot sticky ropes pump into you, his hips stuttering against yours. Hes grunting into your neck, brows furrowed, eyes brimming with the tears of pleasure that mix with sweat. You fall limp, stuffed, belly full and warm with him, you sob at the delicious pressure.

He stills, shuddering slightly as your cunt clenches, the squelch making you blush. Its quiet, breaths against stillness.

Hes relaxed above you, your body still bent in half, cunt pressed up against his pelvis still agape, sucking him in. He rises, eyes soft and fucked out fall to your mouth, still stuffed with your panties. He groans at the look you give him, and pulls the panties out of your mouth.

He slowly fucks into you, a crackled groan at the feeling of shoving his cum back into you as you squirm— cunt clenching, spasming around him, always so willing, so good for him. His brows furrow as he pulls out, as if it pains him leave you. Your hole is gaping at the loss of him. Cum oozes from your red, abused slit, down towards the split of your ass. He stares, watching his cum spill out of you, committing the picture to memory, in case this is a one time thing. His face is flushed and sweaty, lips parted in focus. The image making him lightheaded.

He looks back up at your face, eyes heavy with pleasure. Fucked out, spread a mess before him, you look more beautiful than you ever had. You bring your legs together, more cum spilling out with a squelch.

Your voice was a hoarse whisper. “You can keep my thong.”

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