#konig x m!reader

[makima4ever]

König & Ghost HCs :3

OK I KNOW THE PICTURE IS KINDA SHIT WUALITY AND IM SORRY MY PHONE ISNT HAVING IT RN

fem aligned can interact js don’t be a bridge troll oktyLOVEU

König & Ghost x Cat-like M!reader HC!!

this is entirely separate from any current stories and might become a multiple post thing :3

KÖNIG!!!

~ When König first meets you, it’d be probably be on accident as you bump into the tall man! who disturbs thy?!???? You then see this hulk and MOUNTAIN of a man as your little brain reminds you of how SHORT you are!!!! your instincts are telling you to climb….. ((NO HATE I LOVE OUR SHORT KINGS AND QUEENS FOR I AM 5’2))

König clearly sees how small you really are in comparison to himself, making him ALSO SELF CONSCIOUS… LIKE HE CAN SEE THE DIFFERENCE CLEAR AS DAY AND IT MAKES HIM AMUSED BUT ALSO REALLY AWARE….

~ You, on the other hand… are also actually kinda INTRIGUED!! very tall man who’s tall as the highest fucking mountain… maybe you should climb?? :3 You attempt to climb up the very tall man using his gear and clothing as footing to climb up his body!!!!

König just sees you strolling up to him, as he wasn’t entirely nervous but he was kinda curious and feeling a little confident with a small smirk behind his mask- UNTIL YOU STARTED TO GRAB HIS VEST AND CLIMB UP HIS TORSO…

~ meanwhile König is shocked and slightly panicked as you climb up his tall beanstalk body, throwing him disarray as you scrambled to get to the top!!! He’s not gonna throw you off but he is definitely moving a bit as you climb to the top!!! :3

This was entirely fun until you hit your head against the ceiling… okay, maybe climbing a 6’10 man who’s height REACHES THE ROOF ISNT A GOOD IDEA…. you recoil and start falling!! You do land on your feet as you recoil in pain from hitting your head against the lovely ceiling lights :3 ((CURSE THE LIGHTS..))

~ König is currently making sure you don’t fall off, until you do!! Then he’s panicking until he turns around so fast he could’ve cracked his neck… then he sees you gracefully land on the ground after falling!!! He’s surprised at how well you moved this maybe does not have anything remotely… and this surely didn’t invoke anything:3

König is stunned for a moment until you make a sound akin to a.. meow? We’re not even sure what sound you made really… that noise creates a feeling that is insatiable…. HE REALLY WANTS TO PET YOU!! :3

- you are currently.. having a weird moment as you are making these weird cat.. noises? not really sure what to call them really, NOBODY DOES

😭😭🥺

then, König slowly lifts a hand to your head as he pays it and scratches it with his hand (THIS IS KINDA CUTE??), just scratching your head and behind the ears as if he were petting an actual cat…

you let out a purr(?) noise, again we can’t tell what noise you’re making but it’s somewhat like a purr… maybe??? KÖNIG IS JS SHOCKED… CAT?!?!?

GHOST!!!!

~ honestly, he had already known your reputation since it was slightly infamous but he generally wasn’t even sure of you in terms of like vibe…

when he does finally meet you in the flesh?? You didn’t even seem off or any different from any soldier in terms of general looks but he did notice your slimmer figure

~ Ghost then has this internal monologue of why the FOOK he notices your body first then he sees you walking on over to him as Ghost continues to idle, chest slightly puffed as he sizes you up although not really… you then lift your head to look up at him as he can see your face

🥺🥺

he’s stunned, like outright stunned as he takes a moment to process this as you poke at his body, like a cat pawing at an arm or kneading someone’s back :3

from that moment on he now fully believes your c/s, but he doesn’t warm up to you immediately but he does find your cat personality amusing a lot :3

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"ive always hated you."

Pairing

König x gn reader (male leaning)

Warnings

violence, no detailed gore, König hates reader, reader hates König, König is an asshole, suggestive at the end (?), I lost motivation half way, this is based of a bot, is this an outlet for my own rage against him? yes.

Summary

You two hate each other, now your in a locker. Together.

The moment you stepped foot into Kortac, is the moment you hated despised könig. He was so cocky for no reason. Always finding out something wrong in your stance, seeing to the millimeter how much you missed the target, how your plan you spent days on would fail miserably, etc. It's not like you could teach him a lesson, he's your colonel afterall.

It didn't help how you captain didn't take your countless fights seriously. Thinking it's some common bittering. If bittering was wanting to stab him, he would be correct.

Horangi found it funny how you two hated each other so much for basically no reason. Always side eyeing each other, an accidental nudge turning into a fight scene until someone (multiple people) pulled you off each other, choosing ech other to spar just to show how much they could hurt them, etc.

Kreuger found it funny at first, then it just became annoying how you guys would yell at each other on missions, almost costing their lives. Him and hutch had gone to the captain countless times. Just being met with a chuckle and "they'll fight it out one day"

Nikto found it annoying at day one. He agreed with both of you and found both of you annoying. He didn't care at all for anyone. He half listened when kreuger ranted about you two.

That's until captain himself had enough and sent both of you on a small misson together in hopes you two can work together for once. When you both found out, you two's defenses on why not to go fell on deaf ears. For once you two agree on something atleast.

You two didn't uther a word to each other the whole ride. Just staring with loath. When you arrived at the location. You both hopped out. The misson was simple, enter building, kill some guards, take Intel and leave.

Easy right? Yeah..

You were first. You plunged you knife into the guards throat. The corpse dropped to the ground as you snatched the keys. You motioned könig to come. You whispered something under your breath. "Hm?" The Austrian giant hummed. "Nothing." You said back stoic, not wanting to cause a fight now. You two proceeded. Until someone got away (definitely königs fault). They alerted the rest as a alarm rang through the building. You make a run for it, intending to leave König behind. But just like everytime, he ruins that. He caught up to you and pushed you into a locker with quick thinking. He also cramped himself in there. "Smart ass plan, big gu-" you got cut off by a hand covering your face (literally). Your two hands held his on your face as you looked up unamused. He brought to pointer finger to his mouth, a sign for you to shut up. As if you can talk. The sounds on tens of footsteps sound. When the sound was right infront of your locker, it stopped and decreased again. König took his hands off your face. "Fuck you." You said as he did. "Shut up, just because their gone doesn't mean you should be your loud ass self." He said quietly with his stupid Austrian accent. You were about to say something, yet you realized you promised yourself you wouldn't argue with him on this misson. You just nodded resentfully. Staying quiet.

After what felt like 5 minutes of being pressed to each other in awkward silence. You talked again, "when are we getting out?" "When I want too." The annoying voice you heard to much today echoed in the locker. You grunted and tried to move. Before könig grabbed your hips to stop you. "Stop moving.." He grunted. You were confused and tried to get out his grip, causing him to grip you tighter and press you more against the locker wall, if it was even possible. You pressed himself against the other wall. Still holding you, you too were still touching. "If you were just.. smaller.. this would have been way easier." You sighed, giving up on typing to escape. "You think I don't know that?" His hateful voice gave his answer. You sighed. This was going to be a long misson..

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König x M!Reader HCs Part 2

⚠️: Fluff, small angst, slight nsfw

TW: None.

• König hates it when other people stare at you.. men, women, married or not he didn't care.. he would glare at them until they left you alone, if the uncommon occurrence happens where they don't he'd threaten them, scaring them off.

• He didn't really enjoy the advantages of his height, mainly because he got alot of shit for it when he was younger but he always used it to help you grab things you couldn't or just simply shadow over you for whatever reason he was thinking of.

• He HATED scaring you on accident, wether it was a subtle approach or he was already there and you didn't notice.. he was worried you'd stay scared of him and he couldn't bare the thought of it even with all of your reassurance.

• He's more of a hand holding and cuddling kind of guy instead of just kissing and fvcking everytime you two were together.. he wanted the little things, even if they weren't much they were to him. He adored every moment he shared with you.

• The first time you two ever did anything sexual he was very gentle and overly caring, praising you the entire time.. he'd take his time making sure you were adjusting to his size even if it edged him longer than he wanted.

• König would do anything for you, kiss the floor you stepped on if you asked.. when you first met him he was cold, cocky yet timid.. but after all you've been through together hes become vulnerable to you, he hates the thought of letting his guard down or being vulnerable to a person but he couldn't help it around you..

• Sometimes as you drifted off to sleep in his arms he would whisper sweet things in your ear in German.. you learnt a bit of German just to understand what he could be saying sometimes but he didn't know that.. he didn't know you could understand every sweet thing he whispered to you as you slept in his arms.

• He has alot of paranoia around loud noises specifically loud bangs or crashes when he least expected it.. he would start to panic thinking there would be someone with bad intentions and would tell you to keep quiet as he would scope out the unpredictable noises in the night.. it would always end up being something falling over or an animal banging on the roof randomly, you had to reassure him that you both were okay each time it happened which wasn't often.

• He's clingy.. VERY clingy, you had to go to the bathroom? He'd wait outside, getting food/snacks? He'll be there making them with you, Just simply going to bed for the night? He'd cuddle you.. he hated getting up in the morning afterwards because he never wanted to let you go, he was always reluctant unless you put on your serious voice and he'd apologise.. you were never angry at him for it and you showered him with small kisses after he felt bad about holding you back from whatever you planned on doing telling him that it okay.

• It was only on a few occasions that he would come stumbling to you after drinking a bit, sometimes just hugging you and standing there for what felt like hours as he complimented you, the others ending with him being sensitive and practically begging for your touch, showering your neck with kisses as he held you close.. begging for you to satisfy him, he didn't care how, only when..

• You two once watched Heartstopper together and stumbled across the scene where the character Nick would do a gay test.. one day as you left for an event he grabbed his laptop and sat on your bed searching for a gay quiz, he already knew he was Bi but he wanted to try anyway, he finished the quiz and got 'Straight', he then continued to shut the laptop, crossing his arms and pouting whilest cursing to himself in german and then talking to himself about how he has the best boyfriend ever.

Done, I literally go to camp tomorrow and I won't be able to write for the upcoming Leon Kennedy read for about 3 days.. but thank you @makima4ever for another submission!:3

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König x Reader Aesthetic

Aimed for a gn or m!reader. take it as you will :3

[yawnderu]

Hii!! Just read your post about simon loving reader's ass, so what about him falling asleep on our butt while we're reading❤️

HIII GOD YES JHBFEEBHJF

He finds so much comfort on resting his cheek on your ass, the fat and muscle making the perfect pillow for this tired man while you lay on your tummy, reading out loud to him.

''Man is sometimes extraordinarily, passionately, in love with suffering, and that is a fact.'' He's starting to doze off and you let him, knowing he feels comfortable and safe with you.

''Whether it’s good or bad, it is sometimes very pleasant, too, to smash things. I hold no brief for suffering nor for well-being either. I am standing for … my caprice, and for its being guaranteed to me when necessary—'' A soft snore makes a smile come to your lips, silently closing the book and getting comfortable in bed, his hands resting on your back and keeping you warm for now.

To love is to suffer, yet the tender moments with your fiancé make it all worth in the end.

[machveil]

hey, i noticed you normally do straight pairing but i had a thought that might be fun m!reader is a curious soldier working with monster!konig to the point where he wants to see how his tentacles feel on him. starts innocently with his hands and arms but it gets more intimate; tentacle on his chest, thighs...

I didn’t forget this was in my draft folder, I didn’t forget this was—

CW: m!reader, groping, suggestive

years as colleagues and being close friends with Monster!König left you wondering about his more eldritch body parts. it wasn’t a secret that the man had monstrous limbs, strong and agile while on the battlefield - considered to be weapons, an extension of his body used for destruction

oh, but you’re a curious guy, it’s in your nature. thoughts running through your head when you see his tentacles reach out from under his hood - ‘what do they feel like?’, ‘how strong are they really?’, ‘would they feel cool or hot against my skin’. would König be weirded out by your innermost thoughts regarding him? you couldn’t say

it took a lot to build up the nerve to ask him. you were practically sweating bullets when he stood in front of you, icy gaze cast down as you asked if you could feel his appendages. you cringed a little when he chuckled - were you going too far? but when he replied it felt like the wind had been knocked out of you, “Ja, the barracks. You know where my room is.”. that was all he said before he walked off, leaving you awe struck that… yeah, you’d get to feel his tentacles

he didn’t say when, just that he’d be in his room. you figured you’d wait til dark, give yourself a little more privacy under the veil of night. you paced outside his door for a good minute, are you sure you want this? obviously, yes, you’d been imagining his tentacles on you since you met him

when you finally stopped pacing, glancing up at his door, all it took was a deep breath before you knocked. a simple ‘come in’ as an answer, you swallowed as you opened his door. there, on his bed - looking almost comically large - sat König, hooded and staring at you, “I was starting to think you’d be too scared to come, Kleiner Soldat.”

when he patted his thigh, gesturing for you to come over, you could hardly breathe. closing the door behind you, just as you were about to walk towards him, he tuts, “Ah— lock the door, schatz.”, accent thick as he spoke lowly. lock the door? for privacy, that’s what you told yourself as you flicked the lock, breathing out when you hear the little click

when you finally walk over to him, nervous as he takes your hand, he looks at you, “Was? Waiting for an invitation? Sit.”, he chuckles, though his command sounds a little rougher. he’s sturdy, comfortable as you awkwardly sit down on his thigh. there’s a moment of silence where he simply looks at you, perched on his leg

“Sorry if this is weird— I’ve just always wanted to know what… those felt like.”, you say, voice strained as you break the silence. there’s a brief moment before König rests his hands on your hips - moving you to straddle his thigh rather than siting side-saddle, “It’s okay, I understand. I know how you get, liebe.”

it’s true, ignoring your curiosity aimed at his tentacles, you always seemed to be interested in one thing or another. König was fond of it, always listening to your little facts and ramblings. back to his chest, he hums, “Hold your hands out, don’t look back.”

that caught your attention, and you did as you were told. hands up in front of you, your eyes widen as familiar fabric is placed in your grasp. his sniper hood. the shock of it almost gets you, already turning your head to ask what he’s doing - but he stops you, his hand coming up to gently grip your chin, turning you to face forward again, “Already ignoring my commands? That’s alright, I’ll let that slide,”, he huffs, leaning a little closer to you, “It won’t happen again, right?”

you can barely manage an ‘okay’ when you feel something touch your bicep. smooth, slick, little suckers lining the underside. oh god, firm muscle coiling around your upper arm. that same sensation at the nape of your neck, dipping just below your shirts collar, “This is what you wanted, liebe?”, voice a little condescending as he speaks

his hands move from your hips to the tops of your thighs, grip firm. in the same place his hands had been, you feel more limbs reach out for you, snug against your waist - ever so slightly constricting. he’s practically pawing at your thighs when your breath hitches, a tentacle drifting down towards your stomach, resting where your shirt stops and pants start. and when it pokes down, just barely grazing your skin, König’s hands shift towards your inner thighs

“Tell me, Mein kurioses Spielzeug, where should I touch you? Hm?”

[gofishygo]

okok but can someone please please recommend some tooth rotting diabetes causing nickocado avocado-inspiring cod x reader fanfictions ? im so sick of searching up cod x reader works just 2 get bombed by “AND THEY CHOKE ND STRANGLE YOU” “HARDCORE SEX STUFF HERE !!” please i just want to be silly and domesticated with the boys why is peace not an option

[mitosreblogs]

im going 2 write for this maybe ?? but cat/lemon/reef shark! reader nd cthulu konig hhhh

shark! reader would honestly start off quite scared of konig tbh … they’re well aware of what cthulu hybrids and have seen their affects firsthand, the delirious, rabid glint in a victims eyes and the macabre foam that would bubble up past their lips. and not only was konig a hybrid of that species, but the operator of kortac, one who had seen hundred of battles and could snap a man’s neck as naturally as he blinked an eye.

however , being the only two marine hybrids in kortac means they’re both drawn to each other by nature, and furthermore shoved by missions that required time underwater that only you and konig could wrangle.

it’s a slow process. the flick of a tentacle or small swish of a fin that would signal direction or start ambushes had progressed into little inside jokes. konig sometimes acting in place of a remora, using his suckers to help clean off grime or stray corals off your tail. and maybe he isn’t as bad as the eldritch killer you’d made him out to be.

now there’s a heavy tentacle wrapped around your shoulder, and now your fin brushing against the plated guards on his shin feels even more like home than warm tides that held you as a child.

the relationship you eventually get into is a change for the both of you, so civilian compared to the violence and hardness that you were both raised in. learning to use tentacles to hold instead of strangle. sitting on the ocean floor and watching as fish dart around, your tail pulling him a little closer as he leans his head onto your shoulder. tentacles pulling you against konigs chest and strong arms around your waist when your nocturnal instincts go too far out of whack for his preference.

just two little guys finding whatever home they can in each other <33

(HOLY SHIT I POSTED THIS ON MY RB ACC MY MAIN IS @mitoad !!!)

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@sprout-fics is HOLDING it together with new König content (pls go check work out! The little-mouse series has got me foaming). But I figured since there’s such a lack of content for our boy- and even less M!reader content, I figured I’d treat :) Enjoy! Also thanks to @snail-eggs for convincing me NOT to use the phrase “boy-button”

Good Boy

König x M!reader

2nd Person, Pure Smut, Minors DNI

Reader is a service bottom and just wants to make König feel good after a hard week.

CW: Established relationship, Smut, blowjobs, facefucking, throat bulge, rimming, fingering, doggy style, mating press, creampie (duh) WC ~2.1k

You didn’t notice it was cold until the shiver in your body fizzed out, a broad chest coaxed the chill ache from the center of your shoulder blades, and an arm snug and tight over your waist. The far away sound of thunder and rain slapping heavy on the stone outside drew you back to reality first. How long had you been asleep? Time passed so quickly lately, but the warm breath fanning over your collarbones grounded you to the moment.

Your eyes slit open, just enough to watch blearily as the candlelight’s flame flickered shadows over the room. The mass of the man to your side shifted, and pulled you closer at the next strike of lightning. Was it your heart that skipped a beat?

“Welcome back.” You whispered. Mainly to yourself, König seemed to fall seamlessly back into his normal cuddly role- as if he’d never left.

He grumbled something non-committal into your neck, the prick of his unshaven chin scratching sensitive spots behind your ear. Your body twitched, and he responded by loosening his grip on you enough so that you could worm around to face him.

There was no way the lighting had been bright enough for you to see all of him, but that look was still there. Lazy hooded eyes, messy hair covering the edges of his face, and a twisted half-smile that pulled his scarred skin taut. Your fingers danced up to trace each one, an act you’d don’t countless times before. His eyes closed and a broken sigh weaped from his crooked nose.

“I’m assuming your meeting didn’t go very well?” You more stated, than asked.

“No.” He shook his head, “These men are… stupid.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that burst from your lungs, and slightly embarrassed as you wiped and sniffled at your nose until the giggle died down.

“Not all men though, surely?”

His smile settled as he looked over your scrunched face, bringing two fingers to hold your chin straight.

“No.” He said again, with a glint in his eye. “Not this one, at least.”

Your heart fluttered as he partially rolled over you, his massive frame didn’t need to hover above to tower you completely. His hand trailed down your naked chest, carefully dipping over the quickly growing tent in your boxers, then over a bone in your hip.

His eyes never left yours. “Is this okay?”

A moan of anticipation seeped through your silky lips as his graced just over yours, “More than okay,” You whispered. “I’d die another week without you.”

Königs eyes crinkled, and his mouth graced yours in a slow and soft, but desperate kiss. His tongue flicked at your bottom lip, and his nose dug deep into your inner cheek. The closeness of him- and the hand massaging your dick- made your head go all fuzzy. His sly fingers slipped down under the band of your underwear and cupped your entire length in one palm. Your hips twitched and he paused his minstrations to mumble low praises in your ear.

“Well that wouldn’t do, did you miss me that much, Liebling?” He egged, teeth nipping at the shell of your ear and then at the skin below your jaw as he slouched his way down your body.

Your bottom lip sucked into your teeth, “I could show you,” you hesitated, hand trailing down the cloth of his tee and settled just over where his happy trail started. “Just how much I’ve missed you, I mean.”

Königs movements stuttered, in awe of your boldness. Then a cheeky grin pulled over his face and he fell onto his side, scrunching up his shirt under his chin with one hand- presenting himself to you. “I am yours, then.”

With an invigorated look, and an equally wild glint in his eyes you twisted on your side and slid down the bed until you were face-level with the dark bulge in his sweats. The candlelight flickered once more, as if it could sense the anticipation, and illuminated Königs pale skin in a deep amber glow. A light sheen of sweat glistened over the tight muscles of his abdomen, and the sight made your mouth begin to water.

You pressed a kiss of adoration over the dip in each of his hips, and his free hand ran smoothly through your bedhead. He ran a thumb over your cheekbone, and then his fingers settled tight over the underside of your jaw.

“You’re so pretty.” He mumbled, and it sounded instead like he was just thinking out loud.

With a new heat pulsing over your face, you tucked your chin down and pulled at his boxers until they were stretched over his massive thighs. His cock sprung upwards immediately, and the sticky pre beading across the middle of his head almost made you drool. It twitched the longer you stared, and pointed directly up; tip reaching just over his belly button.

You nuzzled in closer, and brought a hot tongue from the base to that very tip, his salty essence pooling thick inside of your mouth as you encircled it. König groaned, and his fingers ticked at your jaw, inching himself further into your mouth until he felt resistance halfway down. You gagged over him, and slowed your breathing enough to allow another inch or so further into the opening of your throat.

“Scheisse..” he choked, “you’re so good at that.” And encouraged you to take him down again with a couple cants of his hips.

You did so, greedily. Swallowing as much of him down as you could before you needed to bring yourself back up to breathe. König was shaking by the fifth plunge, and small whimpers escaped his lips far too often. Embarrassed with how easily you ruined him, he raised an arm over his mouth- biting into the corded and veiny muscle to silence himself.

A part of you creened his noises, so in retaliation you dipped the tip of your tongue over his slit on the next pass, eliciting an arch and groan from the massive man. You pulled off him with a pop, and heaved the thick air between the two of you. Your own erection strained against your underwear, until you kicked it off, and it rubbed raw against the sheets.

König recollected his breath, and pulled you back down over him rather roughly. You grunted when he shoved his cock back into your tiny mouth. “Come, Liebling.” He egged.

“Show me what a good boy you can be.”

Normally the phrase would’ve made you laugh, but the intensity in his stare and the thickness of his shaft down your throat only made you harder. You couldn’t help but groan around him- one he echoed once the noise vibrated through him. You took in all of him again- he made you. With jagged thrusts and a hand at the base of your neck he pumped himself deep inside your throat. So much that you swore you could feel the outside bulge.

It wasn’t until your eyes were so watery that you couldn’t see him anymore, and your lips were raw that he decided to pull out of you. A trail of saliva and pre briged across from the corner of your mouth to his tip- swollen and bright.

“That’s it.” He cooed and pulled you up onto your stomach flat across the bed with strong practiced ease. The movement made your body twitch with want. He twisted and settled behind you, nudging you up onto your knees in front of him.

A hot mouth settled directly over your spread and exposed parts, tongue wasting no time- delving as deep as it could get inside of you. His burning breath brushed through the crack in your cheeks, and cascaded down your back. Your body shook immediately, and you flew a hand around to curl into his hair.

“Oh my god,” you groaned into the sheets, digging your face into the beige covers. “Fuck.. fuck! König, don't make me wait.” You begged, wanting only the feel of him as close as you could get him.

His hand came up to palm you at your base, and you almost exploded from the contact. His fingers wrapped tightly around your length and he pumped in time with his tongue. You groaned out again, needy.

“Königg..”

He slipped his tongue out, only to replace it with two fingers curled perfectly downwards enough so that it brushed over the sensitive bump deep inside of you. Your hips twitched involuntarily, and your hand flew to the base of your cock to prevent it from cumming. You twisted tight fingers around the base as it pulsed and jumped hot. Your own pre no doubt soaking the sheets below.

You panted when you spoke again, his fingers stretching you open completely. “It’s enough, please. I need you inside of me.”

König groaned out again behind you, shocked by how needy you sounded. And rose so that his chest covered your entire back. Cock head sliding against your entrance. He lubed you up with his own slick, then deftly pressed the head rough enough so that it popped just inside of you. The both of you moaned in unison, and he had to hold himself back from shoving the entire thing through you with one go.

“Ahh..” he hissed, lurching forward enough to plant another few inches inside. A hand settled over your hip, the other keeping him propped upright. You pulled from him, just to arch your back enough so two more inches slid through.

His spongy head brushed just against the button of your prostate and that knot twisted at the base of your stomach, another thrust and your balls pulled up taut so that you couldn’t help but cum right then, even with your hand attempting to cut off all circulation.

You pulsed and buzzed as each wave crashed through you. Sticky liquid ruining the clean sheets below. König muffled his moans into the crevice of your shoulder blades as you clenched and pulled him deeper and deeper inside. He jerked forward and seated the rest of himself completely within your warm center. His breath- hot and heavy over your ear as the both of you panted.

“So tight,” he muttered, accent thick and every inch of him present. Your body loosened and weakly aware of the way his pressed perfectly into you.

He took a beat before withdrawing enough to leave you aching, and then re-filling you to the brink. You whined with hypersensitivity. “Fuck, I-I just came-“

“Then it’s my turn, right?” He teased with a fry laugh, peeling his sweaty body from yours to palm both hips in a possessive grip. Pulling your body back into him like he was playing with you, a toy to get him off and make him feel good.

Your eyes teared up and every inch of your body screamed from over exhaustion. Still not quite used to the stretch of him, your body trembled beneath his massive frame.

“Almost, almost.” His voice hushed and encouraging, he massaged at your sore hips. “Mmm, so good for me.”

He lowered his lips to your clammy skin. Leaving dark red kisses with each incredible thrust. Your dick swelled again as he thumbed the swollen head, spreading your cum down and around your shaft. A handful of thrusts later you were ready to burst again, and König sensed it- pausing for only moment enough to flip you around so that he could smother you with wet kisses.

His hands hooked under your knees, and pressed them up towards your chest so that you were folded and open underneath him.

“Oh! Shit.” You cursed, eyes rolling back into your head. “König,” you cried, nearing your brink too quickly.

“That’s it, Liebling.” He coaxed, slamming his hips as far into your skin as he could dig them. “Again, cum for me again.”

He pumped you in time with him, and his release hit just before your second. The warmth flooded through you too quickly that it seeped down before you came again. Hot and fast and rough between your bodies.

Even as he softened he kept himself lodged deep within you, finally collapsing and pulling you into his side. Kissing over the crown of your head. There were many deep breaths and sighs before he rolled over to pluck tissues from the bedside table, pulling out and wiping the two of you down. He tucked you tight into his arms again as the rain began to pick up again.

[pendragon-writes]

𝒦ö𝓃𝒾𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒯𝒶𝓁𝓁!𝑀𝒶𝓁𝑒!𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

Being with someone the same/a taller height was definitely something new for him.

He's used to having to look down so it's a nice change of pace to look up/straight ahead.

If you're in the same base as him you're probably seen together most of the time, nicknamed the Mountains or something relating to your heights.

Since König is most definitely friends or at least acquainted with the members of the 141, which also means dueling with Ghost and Soap begging you to let him go on your shoulder to feel tall.

I don't think he would mind if you're not on his base or a soldier like him.

If you do anything that's service work (like being an EMT or Firefighter for ex) then I feel like he'd find it cool seeing another tall guy like him doing such amazing work and would visit you if he can. (Idk why but I imagine him having a thing with guys in those types of fields)

If you don't work in anything like that, that's fine as well. He respects whatever you want to do.

You're definitely going to need a big ass bed with both of your heights, probably a California king.

You're guy's shared place (if you share a place that is) has custom stuff tailored to your heights.

Honestly loves being held while cuddling, and prefers to be the little spoon most of the time since when he is home he just wants to let his guard down and be vulnerable with you.

He doesn't mind being the big spoon either though if that's what you want.

All in all having someone taller/the same height as him is definitely something he would never complain about, and honestly loves it.

[makima4ever]

König HCs

OK THIS IS A HEAD CANON OF MY BBG <3 ILY

the picture broke, erm

When you two first meet!! ~ When you first meet him it’s on a joint mission as 141 and Kortac partnered up this one time to go track down a silly goober man who’s been running amok and causing trouble world wide!

König’s not too confident but it’s not like he will cave in to his anxiety that often…. you would probably get yelled at instead out of stress which wouldn’t put you both on BAD terms but it’s not like neutral

~ I’d say he’d feel a bit guilty for applying such stress even though he doesn’t have to feel such; He’s a Colonel for crying out loud!!!!! but the way your, and only your face seemed to shift under his voice made König feel guilty, just a wee bit!! Besides, you were used to having orders yelled or even barked at you so he shouldn’t feel anything!!!

but…. something about the way your face contorted slightly made him distracted the entire day after the mission

~ I’d feel he would be slightly avoidant of you originally, seeing as how you reacted to him…… he’s not wallowing in guilt but he doesn’t feel the best after making you kinda flinch at his voice since it reminded him of when people used to yell at him :,,, LIKE HE KNOWS, HE UNDERSTANDS HOW IT FEELS WHICH MAKES HIM EVEN MORE UPSET (NOOO)

Poor König he is completely aware of the fact too, but he doesn’t really know how to confront you without his mind overthinking and making himself think he’s ruining it all over again!!! könig’s mind overtakes himself a lot of the time, to which you silence with a gentle but firm pat on his shoulder!!

He’s more than shocked as you actually wanted to make physical contact with himself, as he was not only touchy starved but also- you treated him like a person!!!! Do they like me?

~ Once he does gets to talk to you properly he’s apologizing briefly or a little too much to which you gotta calm him down and make sure he’s not mentally screwing himself over. He greatly appreciated it and you as well.

~ Once you get to know him he’s not that bad :3 he’s js a bit silly :3 and maybe, but slowly getting whipped for you

[iblameashley]

Jumping on the CoD brain-rot bandwagon.

I'm also like, super lazy so I'm going this in point-form. This was quickly and poorly written. Don't blame me, I'm gay and thirsty.

"Meeting & First Date"

*Mini-story* Civilian | Male

(König)

You were new to the city, but found a nice little coffee shop to hit up every day before work. It was quiet and the staff was friendly.

Most days there was a slow, but steady pace of patrons. Until one day, he came in. He was fucking massive.

He was wearing a mask, and a shirt so tight you could make out the dog-tags he was wearing.

The coffee shop was pretty much empty that day, so he instantly caught your jaw hit the floor. He smiled under his mask, blushed a bit and then quickly cast his eyes to the floor.

As he took his order, you took a less-than respectful look. He had to be almost 7' tall and was built like a mountain. Suddenly your whole 6' stature felt very small. He spoke surprisingly soft, though, you could barely hear his order.

He flashed you one last look before he left with his large coffee. You couldn't read his eyes, was he mad? Flattered?

You finished your coffee and danish and left for work.

It became a ritual. You arrived at the coffee shop, ordered, sat down and about twenty minutes later, he would come in. Always wearing a mask.

He would look at you, and then go about his day.

It took about a month of this before you noticed the change in his demeanour. He came in, gazed your way, and went to order his food. But his fist was clenched. It worried you.

So you actively started to look away when he came in. After all, you were the rude one, always staring at him. But he kept looking at you. You could feel his stare and now you felt uncomfortable.

Several days in a row, he would turn your way as he waited for his order. Staring. Fist flexing. And that god-damn mask hiding his face.

It was almost the end of the second month when it finally happened. His fist clenched, he made a pivot that nearly gave you a heart attack, and he walked with purpose over to your table. He towered above you; probably would even if you were standing.

"I'm sor-" You began. But stopped as he held out his hand. He was holding a piece of paper. "Order for King" the Barista yelled. He flapped the paper a little and you took it. He said nothing as he turned, grabbed his coffee and walked out.

'What kind of name is King?' you asked yourself. He was gone now. You realized now, how hard and fast your heart was beating. You were shaking a little. And then you remembered the paper you were holding.

You opened it up. In surprisingly nice printing it read: "You stare a lot, you shouldn't. Its rude. You seem nice, though. If you want to go on a date, please text me."

You were sure you were suffering some kind of hallucination. It was so grade-school "do you like me Y/N" but so endearing as well. You took out your phone and typed up a text. "Your name is King?" You smiled as you hit send.

It took no time to get a response. "No. Its a nickname." You smiled and replied, "Military code-name, more likely ;)"

He was taken by surprise. "What makes you think I'm military?" He asked. "Saw the dog-tags. Your shirts are very tight."

The chatting went on all day. Every chance you got you would reply to him and ask more questions. He was incredibly sweet, it seemed. And then finally he asked. "So, do you want to go on a date?" You did. "Yes." you replied. You spent the better part of the afternoon setting up the date.

(Date Night)

You chose to meet where you met, the coffee shop. You had decided to do a public date. He seemed nice, but you were still very much intimidated by him. He arrived in a button-down that was straining to stay closed, and that mask. Always with the mask.

"Hey, King." You said as he approached. He gazed at you quickly, then back to the ground. "Its Jakob." He said shyly. "But you can still call me King if you like."

"I would." You smiled. "So King, got a question for you." You smirked. He tilted his head like a puppy. "We're going on a date, right?" He nodded, following along. "First you're taking me to a pub for drinks and dinner, right?" He nodded again. "So how are you planning to eat, with that on?" You reached up and tapped his mask.

He was silent as his brain worked away. "I can eat later." He finally said. I don't want to make you uncomfortable. You could see the sadness and shame in his eyes. "I want you to like me first."

You pulled out your phone and began scanning it. After a moment, you put the phone away and looked at him. "We have spent 3 days talking and have sent several hundred messages to each other. I agreed to a date. I already like you. But I would also like to see you, and I will not eat by myself while you watch." You took a breath. "But…" you started. "If you really don't want me to see your face right now, we can skip dinner and just go on the walk through the park."

He was fidgeting in place. He was confused and stressed. It felt like everything was falling apart and he didn't want to ruin the date, not after taking so long to even ask for a date."No. I will show you my face. I will eat with you."

Before he could remove it, you placed your hand on his cheek over the mask. "Only if you want to. I don't mind skipping the dinner part of our date." He shook his head and you lowered your hand.

He took the mask off slowly and looked away as he did it. You could see he was breathing hard, but let him take the time he needed. When he finally worked up the courage, he turned to you. Across his lower-right jaw was a large scar. It looked like a bad burn and reached from his chin to just behind his ear.

You took his hand and gave it a squeeze. "I still like you," you smiled. "ready to go?" He squeezed your hand back. "Are you-" he started. "Yes. Lets go, handsome." This time you got to see him blush.

He spent most of dinner talking. He mostly ignored his food as he talked about anything and everything. You figured the beer was helping to loosen him up, but you enjoyed learning just how much of a nerd he was. You smiled and followed along, asking questions when he needed to take a breath. It was actually incredibly fun. He would apologize for talking so much every now and then. You waved your hand and just said "Keep going."

After you had both finished dinner, and several drinks between the two of you. He paid the bill and off to the park you went. The walk was peaceful and he seemed to have run out of things to say, so you talked for a while.

You could feel him looking at you the whole time. But it was softer this time. At one point, as you were standing in front of a pond, enjoying the last of the evening sun, he took your hand in his.

You stopped talking and looked up at him. "Is this ok?" He asked. "This is ok." You replied. "I've been worried." He said. "This is my first date…" He started to breath heavy again.

"With a man?" You asked. He nodded. "I mean, I've been with men.. but I don't sleep with a lot, I mean, Its fine--" You held up your free hand, and he stopped.

"You don't have to explain yourself to me." You smiled. "We can taken this as slow as you need."

"What if I wanted to kiss you?" He asked. "Do you want to kiss me?" You asked coyly. You looked at him and smiled. "Yes." He said sternly. You could actually see it in his eyes. He really did want to kiss you.

He bent down a bit, to match your height and slowly placed his lips on yours. They were soft and warm. It was a long, slow kiss. His hand behind your head to hold you there. You were just about to pass out when he pulled away. You caught your breath, and just stood there smiling like an idiot.

"Was I good?" He asked. "You literally took my breath away." You laughed.

You leaned into him and watched the sun set. You couldn't wait for your next date with your gentle, dorky giant.

[stvp1dbl00dslvt]

König x M!Reader hcs

⚠️: Some sexual words used, getting called a goodboy.

TW: small amount of angst, mention of SH.

• Sometimes on lazy days with him you could and most likely will spend hours in his arms or with him laying on your stomach, his arms wrapped around your waist watching shitty movies just to talk smack about them the whole time, its your way of finding the humour in things.

• Due to Konig's severe social anxiety he doesnt like going out for dinners or fancy dates or just going out in general..he feels horrible for it and tries his best to cook at home and make everything perfect for a date for you.

•He has alot of 'sensitive areas' that will let loose some light whimpers if pestered..he also enjoys getting bit/biting just whenever.

(The next two are targeted for readers who have experienced SH or still are (I hope your okay) just to understand how he'd handle it)

• For awhile Konig never really knew about the scars/on going scars until you felt it was the right time to explain it to him..he didn't understand why you'd do such a thing to yourself and felt angry that you were hurting..but he was there for you none the less and comforted you about it as best he could.

• Sometimes if your wearing a short sleeve he'll accidently glance at your scars and feel bad but then grabs a marker and asks for your arm, he enjoys drawing little stars and hearts all around them and avoids the fresher ones as to not hurt you.

• When you two get into an argument it will never get physical, sure he'll get angry to the point he could punch holes in the walls but he never does because he's afraid of scaring you or hurting you.

• After an argument if he notices your still angry at him he'll feel guilty and pick a small flower and give it to you as an apology, sometimes if its resolved completely you'll cuddle for the rest of the day/night.

•During the 'hanky panky' everytime he'll be different, sometimes gentle, sometimes whiny and bratty or he'll destroy every inch of your body making sure your sore for the next few days..he whispers in your ear calling you a 'goodboy' and more whilest he pounds you non stop whimpering.

• hes very easily teased and sometimes enjoys teasing you aswell.. if the next morning he is he'll mock your moans and faces you make.

• During arguments if he's really angry he'll start screaming in German and that's when you know that he's fucking pissed..

•Once told you that years ago had his ear pierced and now has to deal with you begging him to get it done almost everyday.

•He only took his mask off around you after at least 8 months of being together, he felt bad about it but ever since and showers you with tender kisses to make up for the ones he couldn't give you.

Thats it! If you can please give me some fic ideas because I really need them, thanks you!:3

[confuseddipshit]

saw this recipe and-

head empty no thoughts only cooking for könig on a rainy day to comfort him after someone mentioning his height under a negative light and he got really blue and like getting under a lot of weighted blankets (fr he loves them) and watching some light movies and cuddles and reassuring that hes 100% loving and perfect and-

thats it. im head over heels for a guy i know nothing about. pls someone write this.

[machveil]

hey, brief apology, I sent an ask about a monster!Konig blurb that got a dirty and then realised you dont write that kind of thing so im rewording it

monster!Konig being initially very shy and not liking when m!reader touches his tentacles, but he grows to appreciate the touch over time as he starts getting used to m!reader, to the point of holding his hand with a tentacle gently

oh!! hi anon! I saw that ask - don’t worry, I do write for nsfw and nsfw adjacent(?) content. I just haven’t written anything for it yet haha, but no sweat! I just don’t write for these, your other ask is totally good<3

it’s known around base that Monster!König has an… unusual physique. he kept it hidden for as long as he could, but it was bound to be found out when you’re constantly surrounded by soldiers and snoopy people - stupid rookies that like touching things that aren’t theirs. that’s how König’s tentacles came to light, one stupid rookie dared to snag the behemoth’s mask

Monster!König, while a feared and respected Colonel, held some insecurities around his tentacles. who wouldn’t be be terrified of a 6’10”/~208cm man, let alone a man with writhing, eldritch tentacles? he’s either scared off fellow soldiers or had others try to mock him - the latter not ending in their favor

but when you come up to him? wide eyed and awed? Monster!König is weary, a man like yourself should know better than to get close to him… or if this is a ploy to make a fool out of him? you’d be a brave example to anyone else trying to play with him, “You better run back to your friends, kleiner Mann.”, voice low as he walks past you

but does that deter you? of course not, a brave little thing. your efforts start small - an attempt to break past Monster!König’s walls. knee bumping against his when you sit down in the mess hall, fleeting touches when your fingertips graze his. his gaze is always cast down towards you when it happens, a silent look asking what you’re doing

it’s slow, almost painfully slow trying to befriend him, let alone touch him. but the voice in the back of your head eggs you on, “He’ll open up. He’ll trust you eventually.”. the little game you started changes; those brief touches start to hold more meaning. yes, you want to feel his tentacles against your hand… but you also want him. for him to trust you enough that he seeks out your touch, is okay with it

so when Monster!König pats your back after a day of training, casts his gaze down on you again, it sparks hope. “Nice work, kleiner Mann.”, voice letting go of any malice, replaced with… you can’t say, but it’s friendly. when he pulls his hand away, how long had it been there? a warmth spreads in your chest

it’s a couple days before anything significant happens, but it was something that had your heart racing and palms a little clammy. it had been raining out, a storm sweeping through before the sky was clear and sunny again. soldiers shouldn’t be deterred by a little water, so training was held outside - maybe it was just your shoes against the wet grass, maybe it was kismet?

running laps with the group after hitting the gym for a few hours last night had left you with wobbly legs, trailing behind the others on the field. eyes half lidded, nodding off a little, it’s only when your heel slips and you’re falling backwards do you fully wake up. already bracing for the impact of the ground, you’re caught off guard - and quite literally - when you feel an arm under back, a hand on the nape of your neck

“Careful, Kleine.”, accent a little thick as he holds you, icy blue eyes looking down at you. you’d meet his gaze if it weren’t for the angle - you could see up his hood from here. a mess of tentacles wrapped securely around the Austrian’s neck, catching little reflections of light. you blink and suddenly you’re standing upright, his hand still on the back of your neck. a gentle squeeze, barely any pressure, then his hand is pulled back, “Try not to fall again, ja?”

after that? it only amped up - suddenly you were on the receiving end of featherlight touches. walking side by side, the heat in your cheeks is only fanned when König’s rough hand eases against yours. for such a broad, brutish man, König’s touch is delicate, careful. turning a corner, his grip tightens ever so slightly, stopping in his tracks

as you look up at him, gaze meeting his, your eyebrows knit slightly, “König? What—“. words dying on your tongue as he kneels down, he looks up at you, gaze smitten. and only when he squeezes your hand do you feel a new sensation around your bicep - poking out from under his mask, a tentacle had wrapped around the muscles of your arm, “You’re a patient man, ist es das, was Sie sehen möchten?“

it’s suddenly hard to breathe as it moves down your forearm, replacing his hand with the appendage, “Ah— König.”, you choke out

[rowarn]

EXPERIENCE (m.)

könig x inexperienced!reader

tags: age gap, acquaintances to lovers, afab!reader but gn

cw: loss of virginity, cunnilingus, fingering, hand riding (hear me out), pussyjob, talking u thru it, praise, pet names (liebling, little one), size kink/difference, handjob, reassurance/encouragement kink, wet&messy, konig is uncut hehe, squirting

note: konig is in his 40s and reader is in their 20s!

;in which you live in the same building as a really hot, older, military man

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When you met König, you never expected the harmless interactions to ever evolve into anything substantial. He lived somewhere in the same apartment building as you did, though you didn’t know where exactly. Most times, you would find him in the elevator or cross paths with him in the lobby. 

You knew he was in the military, most of the people living in the building were. It was close to the nearby base and had rent for a damn good price. The way he carried himself, back straight and body seemingly always at attention gave him away. 

He was massive, standing much taller above you with broad shoulders and thick thighs. A lot of the time he was wearing a hood over his face, mostly when he was coming or going from work – which was seemingly all the time. 

On the few occasions that you caught him without the hood, you could tell it was him solely by his build. There was no one else in the building who looked anything like that. 

He was handsome, in a rugged, tired kind of way. He was a lot older than you were expecting him to be – probably in his early to mid forties, you guessed. He had salt and pepper hair, fine lines etched onto his face, and stern eyes from (no doubt) many years in the military. 

You had never properly spoken to him before. Hell, you didn’t even know his name. You greeted him when you saw him and smiled in passing when you made eye contact. Occasionally, he would respond in an accented voice that you longed to ask about. 

The event that changed everything was a fun little night out you had with your friends. You had maybe had a bit too much to drink before finally conceding at your friends’ behest to call yourself an Uber. 

By the time you reach your apartment building, you’re still very buzzed and starting to feel a little nauseous. You stumble to the elevator and impatiently slam your thumb on the button over and over again, losing count as you do. 

“It’s not going to come any faster,” an accented voice drones next to you, nearly making you jump out of your skin. 

“You scared the shit out of me,” you wheeze, hand over your racing heart.

“You should be more aware of your surroundings then,” he says, “Especially when you are intoxicated.”

You huff through your nose, growing annoyed at the prospect of being lectured. The elevator grants mercy and dings before slowly opening. There's a rowdy group of men inside who quickly walk out of the elevator, seedy eyes immediately finding their way to you, scanning your body up and down as they pass by. 

You feel that nauseous pit in your stomach twist as you finally step onto the elevator. Nothing to ruin your jovial mood from a nice evening more than a group of leering men. Living in an apartment building filled with soldiers, it wasn’t unusual to have them stare at you – didn’t mean you liked it. 

You cross your arms over your chest as König steps on, the elevator creaking and groaning under his immense weight. 

“What floor?” he asks softly, glancing at you over his shoulder as he stands in front of the button panel.

“3,” you mumble, leaning against the back wall. You watch him punch in the 3 but not anything else, making you raise a brow, “You live on 3 too?”

He shakes his head but doesn’t say another word. You narrow your eyes at his back, if he feels you looking, he doesn’t give it away. The elevator is plunged into silence aside from the quiet sound of the shaft moving up and up until it dings and the doors slide open. 

He steps out first, standing in the threshold to keep the door from closing as you push yourself off the wall. Your head swims for a second and you stumble past him, keenly aware of his eyes on you. 

You wander down the hallway, glancing over your shoulder to see him slowly stalking behind you. His arms hand limply by his sides, his fists clenched into fists but he remains a respectable distance. 

“Why are you following me?” you ask, unable to hide the nervousness in your tone, “You said you don’t live on this floor.”

“Young recruits are tools,” he supplies simply, “I am making sure you make it to your door without any problems.”

That causes you to hum and for a little flutter in your stomach to manifest. You brush it off and pause at your door, pulling your keys out so unlock it. You push it open and step in, letting it hit your back to keep it from closing as you turn to look at your companion.

“Thank you…um…” you clear your throat and look at him expectantly. 

“König,” he supplies simply, arms tucked behind his back, making him look even wider. 

“König…” you repeat, feeling the words on your tongue, “Interesting name. Where are you from?”

“Austria,” he replies almost mechanically, “I will be going now.”

You don’t get to say another word before he’s stalking away and down the hallway, heavy footfalls practically rumbling the ground beneath him. You slowly close your door and lean against it, hand placed over your racing heart – when did that start up? 

You blame it on your inexperience when it comes to men. You’d had a couple boyfriends, pretty standard for someone in their 20s. Your problem was none of them were ever good enough. The over-zealous types who wanted their dicks sucked as gratitude for paying for dinner. Then would turn around and either give you the most lackluster head of your life, barely any foreplay before trying to shove his dick into an unprepared hole. 

You had never given them the chance, once they showed they were only interested in their own pleasure and would more than likely not even think about touching your clit or angling for your g-spot, you stopped them and kicked them out. More often than not, you woke up to a break-up text because of course you did. 

So that was how you were still a virgin and more or less, at this point, given up on dating. You’d been single now for the better part of 6 months and had no intentions of giving any men your own age a shot at it. 

But…you hadn’t considered an older man. Like König. 

At that thought, you pushed yourself off the door and kicked your shoes off, intent on taking a shower to hopefully wash these drunken thoughts out of your head. So he’d been nice and walked you to your door, no questions asked, so what? Didn’t make him any different from men your age. 

As you made it to the bathroom, you felt your stomach finally churn for the final time and found your head buried in the toilet. You cursed yourself for not listening to your friends, who apparently knew your own limits better than you did. 

The next time you see König is just a few days later. You walk into the apartment’s gym on the ground floor, and there he is – sitting lifting weights. You pause when you see him, feeling that traitorous flutter in your chest you were sure you puked out that night you had learned his name. 

You watch the way his biceps flex, bulging so large you’re sure not even two of your hands could wrap around the girth of it. There were some scars littering his skin, most of them white and raised from age but a few that still had that new tissue pink color. You also noticed some fading tattoos encircling his forearms. Fuck, he was hot. 

You hung your head and scampered over to the treadmill, intent on getting your cardio up. 

As you run, you notice a group waltz in, laughing and shoving each other. You glance over at them, rolling your eyes when some of them make eye contact and nudge their buddies. They lean in close and whisper to each other with shit eating grins on their faces and you find frustration building up so you try to ignore them. 

“Quiet,” you hear an accented voice snap, full of authority, “You are disturbing everyone.”

The rowdy young men quiet down immediately and clear their throats, “S-Sorry, Colonel,” one of them utters.

‘Colonel? Is that high ranking?’ you find yourself wondering, making a mental note to look that up later. 

Either way, König manages to make the gym peaceful once again and you finish your workout with no other hitches. 

You grab your towel and dab at the sweat on your face and neck as you swiftly make your way out of the gym, completely unaware of the shadow following closely behind. 

You slow to a stop at the elevator, punching the button to call it as you sip on your water bottle, mindlessly going over what else you need to do with your day. The shadow behind you remains stagnant, still and silent as it lurks behind your unsuspecting form as the elevator opens and you step on. 

He follows, hefty weight causing the elevator to groan as usual. That gets your attention and you jump, placing a delicate hand over your racing heart just like you had before, eyes wide in shock at his appearance.

“You’re doing it on purpose now!” you whine at him and he has to fight back a smile at it. 

“I told you that you needed to pay more attention to your surroundings,” he replies smoothly, pressing the 3 button for you before pressing 5 for himself. 

“How is a guy as big as you able to be so quiet?” you ask softly, making note of the floor he lives on. 

“Years of training,” he gives a quick response that you hum at. There is a beat of silence before he finds himself speaking again, “You never gave me your name.”

He sees the way you look at him in surprise and he almost wishes he could rip the words from the air as soon as he says them. He doesn’t want you to get the wrong idea that he actually wants to get to know you. 

But you smile softly and give him your name with a kind nod of your head before the elevator grants him mercy and dings at the arrival on your floor.

“See you around, König,” you say as you step off. 

He doesn’t respond. 

Once back in the safety of your apartment, you find yourself going through the entire interaction in your head over and over again. Your heart races as you think back on him. 

It's as you’re making dinner for yourself that you finally have the coherent thought of revelation that you may have a crush on König. 

The revelation is almost enough to have you groaning out of frustration into the quiet sanctity of your apartment but you manage to refrain. But you can’t deny you don’t quite know what to do about it now. You had sworn off of men but…that was men your own age. König was…older than you, surely at least 15 years your senior, possibly more. You figure it couldn’t hurt to ask him out for some coffee one of these days. 

Except, the next time you see König is almost 2 weeks later. You don’t see hide nor hair of him at all. It definitely puts a damper on your confidence and you almost think your crush was just a fleeting little thing and for that you’re grateful for. 

Until the elevator opens one day and there he is. He’s wearing his hood but his eyes look even more exhausted than usual – beyond the general tiredness that comes with age. You carefully step on, joining him in the downward descent to the lobby. It’s just the two of you and feel that fluttering in your chest start up again and your hands begin to sweat. You scour your brain for something to say — anything to start up a conversation after so long of not seeing him.

“Haven’t seen you around,” you mutter softly. He hums softly in acknowledgement but doesn’t supply much of a response beyond that, “Where have you been?” you try again.

“Deployed,” he finally responds after several seconds of silence. 

You can’t find any way to respond or keep the conversation going but it’s sure that he has no intentions of doing so anyway. Still, it surprised you that he had been deployed, you hadn’t considered that. It made sense now that you thought about it. 

The elevator opened and you both stepped out. He walked much faster than you, beelining out of the apartment and you briefly considered letting him go but another part of you wanted to stop him and ask him out. 

You cursed to yourself and jogged forward, calling his name. He stopped in his tracks at the sound of you calling for him. He looks down at you over his nose, a burning gaze that makes your nervousness spike. Perhaps it wasn’t such a good time after all. 

“What?” he snaps, clearly impatient.

“Oh um…” you clear your throat and slow to a stop, “N-Nevermind…”

He huffs through his nose and resumes storming out of the apartment. You find yourself sighing deeply, following his lead. When you get outside, he’s nowhere to be seen and you once again find yourself wondering how a man of his size is so good at not being seen. 

A few nights later, the weekend rolls around and you find yourself standing in that damned elevator with him once again. He’s maskless and it gives you pause before stepping on. 

It’s silent for a few seconds before he says, “I am sorry for the other day.”

You look up at him with wide eyes, “Um…what do you mean?”

“I was not polite towards you,” he answers, casting a soft gaze towards you that makes your heart flutter, “I took my bad mood out on you and I should not have. So…I am sorry.”

“Oh…” you clear your throat and give him a smile, “it’s alright, König. I shouldn’t have bothered you with something silly.”

He frowns at you, “Something silly?”

“It’s nothing,” you assure him, smiling kindly at him. 

He wants to ask you what you mean but the elevator door opens and you step out, making him realize that you reached your floor. You wave your goodbye to him as the doors close and he lets his head fall back with a sigh once he’s alone.

Yet another bad day weighed heavily on his shoulders when you came waltzing into the elevator, bright eyed and happy. His fists were clenched behind his back and he did his best to avoid looking at you, hoping you would take the hint and not speak to him like you usually did. It hadn’t been but a day since he had apologized to you for making an ass of himself in the lobby and he didn’t want to do the same thing so soon after. 

But then you say something that sends it all crumbling down.

“Hey…” you start, fidgeting your fingers in front of you, “Would you like to get coffee sometime? Maybe lunch?”

You ask it so sweetly and softly. For some reason, that grates on his nerves even more than anything.

“What?” he snaps, cold and sharp in a way that makes you visibly freeze. 

You look up at him like a deer caught in the headlights, “Um…w-well, I just…it’s…I would like to…”

Your nervous babbling only serves to piss him off even more as his glare narrows down on you, making you shrink in on yourself where you stand. Suddenly, the elevator feels much smaller than it had ever before – even with him filling most of the space as usual. 

“You want to go out with me?” he spits, his accent growing stronger with every venomous word that he can’t seem to stop from spilling from his lips, “I am twice your age, what the hell makes you think I would want to date you?”

You swallow thickly around the lump forming in your throat and bite back the tears that threaten to form. He hears you sniffle and promptly snaps his head to look at you. Under the ugly, yellow light of the elevator he can see the tears trickling down your cheeks and he suddenly wants to slap himself into the next decade. 

He wants to open his mouth so badly and apologize for being so cruel to you. He knows he could have told you no in a much softer way rather than making your feelings seem like something revolting or stupid. But the elevator doors open and you’re slipping out before he even has a chance. He decides not to chase after you. 

It’s for the best, he assures himself. 

It only takes a few days before he’s vehemently regretting not stopping you then and there. 

It happens on a Friday night, the elevators are closing just as a hand jumps between them, sending them opening again. You step on, giggling in a way that tells him you’re just a little inebriated. You freeze when you see him standing there, maskless and cold gaze as he watches you tug a young man into the elevator behind you – clearly a little drunk himself. 

You pointedly stand in front of König, keeping your back to him to show that you’re not even willing to look at him. König feels his heart clench painfully in his chest before it’s replaced by a wash of anger as he watches the young man paw at you. He slips his hand down your back to grope at your ass, making you giggle breathlessly before you’re batting his hands away with a little bat of your lashes. 

König wishes he had an excuse to step off the elevator at the same time as you – anything to prolong his time with you. He’s never felt the desire to cockblock someone more in his whole entire life. 

But he doesn’t move. He just watches you step off without a single glance in his direction before you’re vanishing around the corner and the elevator doors close silently, leaving König alone with his thoughts. 

You couldn’t believe you brought this guy to your apartment. You especially couldn’t believe you were letting him strip you of your clothes and paw at your body like some kind of mindless dog. You had sworn to yourself that you were not going to fall into this trap again – a 20-something year old guy buying you a drink, complimenting you a little, teasing and groping you in the club until you caved and brought him home. It wasn’t your first go around – and it always ended the same way.

But you were drunk and you needed to get your mind off that stupid, giant Austrian military man that lived in your building. And wouldn’t you know it, he was on the elevator as soon as you got in. It was almost enough to sober you up, your wounded pride and feelings still so prevalent even after a few days of nursing the hurt. 

You could only hope that this would relieve you of your hurt feelings. 

Unfortunately, you quickly realized that this was a mistake. 

As soon as he started groping you, spreading your legs and trying to stuff his cock inside you without so much as a single finger of prep – you knew this wasn’t going to happen.

You tried to lead him, thinking maybe he was a little too tipsy to actually think about it.

“How about a little prep, hm?” you ask softly.

He pauses what he’s doing and you can practically see the gears turning in his head, “Oh…you’re one of those…”

He says it in disgust and you feel yourself bristle in annoyance, “One of what?”

“You want me to eat you out, right?” he scoffs, rolling his eyes, “That shit’s gross, c’mon just let me stick it in, already.” It was that moment that you felt any minute desire you had to have sex evaporate. 

You don’t even bother walking the guy out, leaving him to limp to the elevator in shame with a hard cock and blue balls.

It takes you a few days to find it in yourself to crawl out of your apartment. The only reason you actually do leave is because you’re in need of food – your little supply of ramen has depleted and you have to bite the bullet. 

After your little shopping trip at the nearby convenience store, you find yourself waiting for the elevator when a dark shadow looms over you. You feel a pit of dread in your stomach as you smell the musky, sweet scent of his cologne. But you don’t dare acknowledge his presence. 

He doesn’t give you long to ignore him, however, before he’s talking to you.

“How was your little date?” he asks, voice dripping in a tone of condescension that immediately puts you on edge. 

“What’s it to you?” you hiss, still not daring to look at him. 

He scoffs, “You went and found yourself a little toy to play with awfully fast. Seems your interest in me wore off quickly, no?”

That gets you to finally turn around, meeting his cold, indifferent gaze with your hot, teary one. You miss the look of surprise that flashes over his face.

“What is your problem?” you snap, “You rejected me, what the hell do you care what I do? And for your information, the date was shit. He was shit, like I should have expected any difference. God, I really am a fucking idiot,” you find yourself rambling, a lamenting spiel that you can’t seem to stop no matter how badly you want to, “Just like every prick before him, he was selfish and revolting. I thought I could finally get fucking laid and just call it a day but no, my stupid standards are too high and I find myself asking out the hot older guy in my building only for him to find me revolting!”

By the time you’re done ranting, the doors open and you storm out of the elevator, angrily gripping your bag of groceries. König is frozen where he stands, watching you leave as the doors slowly close – almost begging him to put his hand between them and stop them so he can chase after you. 

But he doesn’t.

It’s creeping up on midnight when there’s a knock on your apartment door. You’re curled up on the couch, watching some random show that you weren’t really invested in but couldn’t be bothered to change. 

The knock makes you jump, startled, but get up nonetheless. A quick peek in the peephole tells you exactly who it is before you even open it. 

You briefly consider not opening it period but find yourself opening it before you actually settle on a decision. 

König stands in front of you, a bouquet of flowers clutched in his hand, looking comically small. The sight is almost enough to get you to crack a smile. Almost.

But the residual hurt from the last few interactions you’ve had with him is enough to keep you stoic. You raise a brow and you practically see his confidence falter. A pang of guilt goes through you at the sight and you step aside, waving him in with a quiet huff. 

He closes the door behind him softly, kicking his boots off as he watches you wander into the living room. You take a seat on your couch, covering yourself with your throw blanket once again as you watch him wander in, gazing around at your decor before finally settling on you. 

“Um…” He clears his throat nervously and places the flowers on your coffee table, “I think that we should talk…”

“Should we?” you quip back.

He sighs, broad shoulders heaving with the movement before he takes a seat beside you, taking up a hefty amount of space on your small couch. 

“I want to apologize,” he says softly, folding his hands in his lap, “When you asked me out…I-I should not have spoken to you like that.”

You huff, crossing your arms over your chest, “If that’s all this is about, König, then you can go. I-I don’t really want to hear a half-assed apology about the way you rejected me. You’re not interested, let’s just move on from it. I’ll get over it.”

He shakes his head quickly and curses under his breath, a word you don’t understand – German, your brain supplies, helpfully.

“You are wrong,” he says, “I do not want you to get over it because I am interested.”

The gets you to perk up, eyes wide, “What do you mean? You said you–”

“I know what I said,” he mutters, “I am…twice your age…”

“So you mentioned before…” you reply.

“I do not think…you should be with someone old like me,” he continues softly, “You should be with someone your own age. That is what I thought. It is not that I don’t find you attractive; I think you’re sweet and lovely. But it's just…our age difference…”

“König,” you stop him from continuing, “I’m capable of making my own decisions.”

“I understand that but…” he trails off, casting a sideways glance across the room, away from you.

“I’ve tried dating men my own age, König,” you say, “It always ends the same – I send them home blue balled.”

He huffs out a laugh through his nose and finally sets his gaze back on you, “Why do you do that?”

“I don’t plan to…” you begin, running your hand along the soft fabric of your blanket, “it’s just that...I bring them home and then we start getting into it and it fucking sucks!”

“Sucks..?” The question is soft and drawn out. 

“He wants to fuck my throat and won’t even give me his fingers before trying to stick his dick in,” you spit, angrily glaring at the tv as you remember all your shit encounters, “I’ve never even let one of them go all the way.”

“You’re a virgin…?” he asks.

You shrug your shoulders, “I guess. I mean I’ve had shitty oral and stuff but…”

“I see…” he trails off, shifting in his seat, hands still folded in his lap, “Well, I would like to take you out for a date after all.”

You find a smile spreading across your face faster than you can stop it. You jump to your knees and throw your arms around his shoulders with a squeal of happiness, “Really? You mean it?”

He laughs breathlessly, a husky little sound that makes your heart race, “Does this weekend work for you?”

You eagerly nod your head and lean in. You catch the way his eyes widen briefly before your lips meet. You think he’s going to pull away from you but instead he cups the back of your head and deepens the kiss. 

You feel a shiver go through you at the feeling of his big, strong hand holding you there in the kiss. You couldn’t keep yourself from getting wet even if you wanted to. 

With your hands pressed against his firm chest, you toss one leg over his lap and find yourself seated on top of him. He breaks the kiss at that, hands migrating to your waist where he mindlessly strokes his thumb over the skin exposed by the way your shirt rode up.

You lean down and kiss him again and he groans against your mouth. You grind down against him in response to the throb that makes your pussy clench around nothing. You whimper into the kiss when he suddenly stops your movements with a firm grip. 

“We shouldn’t, liebling,” he whispers softly.

“Why not?” you whine, settling in his lips. You briefly realize that you can feel something hard beneath you and that makes you start dripping in your panties, “Don’t you want to?”

“I-I do…” he assures, “I just…want to properly court you…”

He couldn’t get any sweeter if he tried. Still, you quip back with a teasing little smile, “Wow, you are a lot older than me, huh?”

You feel giddy when the sweet look in his eyes melts away into something darker. One hand clasps the back of your head before he pulls you in for a much rougher kiss. You keen as you feel the way he exudes experience – the kiss like nothing you have ever experienced before. 

The way he moves his lips and slips his tongue into your mouth to taste your mouth, it’s not gross or too much the way it sometimes is with men who don’t know what they’re doing.you find yourself moaning into the kiss before you even realize it. 

He pulls away at that, a heady look in his pretty, blue eyes. You find yourself briefly lamenting the loss of his mouth but that thought disappears quickly when he moves to begin peppering kisses along the length of your neck, making sure to nip at your jaw and kiss your shoulder. 

He tugs the hem of your t-shirt down just a bit so he can have access to your collar bones, nipping and kissing there as well. Your head falls back as you surrender yourself to him completely. 

“Oh,” he coos softly, lips brushing against your ear, “You are just so sweet for me, aren’t you, little one?”

You practically whimper at his words as his hands slip under the hem of your shirt, fingertips barely grazing your skin. You squirm in his lap as his touch tickles you on his way up to your breasts, skirting over your ribs before fully cupping them in his roughened palms. 

You sigh into the quiet room, arching your back to press deeper into his hands. His thumbs graze over your nipples and you moan. 

Sure, you’ve had guys grope your tits before but it had never felt like this. The mindless squishing and squeezing was replaced with soft cupping and gentle brushes over your nipples until they hardened followed by pinches and flicks that left you absolutely dripping in your panties.

He takes mercy on you quickly, one hand sliding down your body to slide under your sweatpants and beneath your panties. Your hands grip his shoulders, blunt nails biting into them when one broad finger slides down, the sticky noise of your folds separating enough to send heat rushing to your cheeks.

“You’re so wet,” he whispers in a tone so soft you almost think it wasn’t meant for you, but then he tacks on, “Do you hear it?” 

“Y-Yeah,” you whimper, embarrassment flooding through you at the sticky, clicking noises that come along with his prodding, “N-Never been this wet before, König…”

That causes him to pause, blue eyes gazing at you through his eyelashes, “Is that so..?” You desperately nod your head, slowly beginning to rock your hips against his hand, but he doesn’t move again and you whine, “Has anyone ever made you cum on their fingers?”

“J-Just me,” you answer breathlessly without a second thought. 

He hums thoughtfully and after a second, he begins moving his hand again. This time he introduces more fingers, spreading your folds apart with his index and ring so he can pet your hardened clit with his middle. The feeling makes tremors run through your body and he huffs a laugh, “I guess I will show you what it feels like then, yeah?”

He doesn’t give you a moment to think let alone answer before his middle finger is sliding into you. The one digit alone is enough to stretch you, given how massive he is in whole. He crooks his finger forward and a moan rips from your chest when he hits that gooey little spot inside you. 

“A-Another, please, König!” you beg shamelessly.

“Shh,” he hushes, shaking his head, “Let me work you open on this and then you can have more.”

You practically wail in despair, letting your forehead drop forward onto his shoulder. You suddenly wish you had rid yourself of your clothes so you could see the way his hand worked against you. All you could see now was the faint movement under your pants but the mental image of that thick finger inside you, slick with your juices was enough to have you clenching desperately around him. 

After a moment, he adds a second finger and you feel like you’re in heaven. The stretch is phenomenal and his palm bumps against your clit every time he sinks them into the last knuckle. 

However, before he can set a rhythm to really start getting you off, he stops. You angrily lean back and glare at him – the sight has his lips quirking up.

“Ride my fingers,” he orders you, leaving no room for arguing.

You can tell he’s not going to give you anything unless you take it for yourself so you sit up higher on your knees so you can have the clearance to move. Your hands remain on his shoulders, clinging to him for stability as you clumsily begin to rock your hips. The only time you’ve ever done these movements is when you tried humping your pillow once after seeing it in some porn. It didn’t really do much for you so you never tried again. 

König can tell your movements are clumsy and it makes his cock throb against his thigh. He helps you along, crooking his fingers just right to grind the tips against that sweet little spot inside you. It makes you moan beautifully and he files the noise away. 

His other hand comes up to grip your hip, steadying you as you continue to hump his fingers. You’re growing more and more frustrated as you quickly realize that you’re not able to make it feel as good as he had earlier. The tearful little gaze you give him has him breaking, using the hand on your hip guiding you into more seamless movements. 

“Like this, liebling,” he directs softly, “Grind down like that, mhm, give that little clit some love, yeah?”

You become increasingly breathless as you work yourself higher and higher under his expert guidance. He can feel your juices dripping down his wrist, the snug hold around his fingers growing even tighter with every little rut of your hips. 

“You’re so precious,” he coos, feeling the way you clench up at the sound of his voice. Your body is so honest, telling him what you like without you having to say anything, “You’re going to cum, I can feel it. Be good and give it to me, yeah?”

You surge forward and desperately kiss him, one hand reaching down and gripping his wrist. It takes only a few more, desperate thrusts of your hips for you to topple over that edge. Your body trembles on his lap and you cry out in pleasure. 

He moans alongside you, watching with rapt attention as you cum all over his fingers just like he told you to.

You slump against him as you come down and he pulls his hands out of your pants. He presses a kiss against your temple in silent praise, hands rubbing your back to soothe you through the aftershocks that run through your body.

You lean back and meet his gaze, an opportunity he takes to slip his cum-soaked fingers into his mouth. At that, you surge forward and kiss him, running your hands down his body to pull at the button of his jeans. He grunts into your mouth, brows furrowing at the release of pressure when you tug the zipper down.

You’re absolutely speechless when you finally pull his cock free. He watches in poorly concealed pride as you gawk at the length in your hand. You give him a slow and tedious tug, watching the foreskin roll over his head, forcing a bead of precum from the tip. 

“You’re so…big,” you whisper breathlessly.

“I know,” he grunts, unable to hide the ebbs of pleasure you give him as you play with his cock.

“Cocky,” you tease softly, continuing with your soft touches. 

“N-Not cocky,” he whispers, licking his suddenly dry hips, “Just aware of my size.”

You drop your eyes back down to his cock, hot and heavy in your hand. Your fingers don't even touch each other when wrapped around him. Precum drips from the tip, leaking down the side to meet your palm and aid in the movements. 

He leans his head back against the couch, closing his eyes and furrowing his brows. It wasn’t often that he got to indulge in someone else’s hand. Your palm was so soft, much softer than his own, and delicate in your inexperience. 

He reaches down with one his hands, wrapping around yours to make you squeeze tighter, “Just like that, little one, that’s how I like it.”

You could have drooled as he said it. His hand dwarfed yours and the sight made you clench around nothing, more slick leaking into your already ruined panties. 

“Let me see you, liebling,” he whispers breathlessly, fingers hooking on the hem of your top.

You release his cock to lift your arms, letting him tug the fabric over your head. His hands are on your tits immediately, mouthing at your nipples without wasting a second.

“So pretty,” he coos with his mouth full, rolling his tongue over your nipple before nipping the bud with his lips.

He switches to the other one, wrapping his mouth around it, sucking sharply before pulling back, taking your nipple with him before releasing it with a pop. You watch with lidded eyes as he drools all over your tits. His cock flexes and twitches against your thigh as he plays with your tits.

Suddenly, with a firm grip on your waist, your whole world flips and you find yourself on your back on the couch with König on top of you. You lick your lips at the sight of his big, broad form hovering above you, caging you in as he leans down to kiss you again.

You sigh contentedly into his mouth, threading your fingers through his short, messy hair, using the grip to pin him against you. He lets you kiss him to your heart's content, only pulling back when you need air – a string of spit connecting your lips that breaks when he leans back between your thighs. 

His fingers took into the band of your pants, tugging them down, taking your panties with them until you’re completely bared before him. He’s still completely clothed aside from his cock that rests against his abdomen, occasionally twitching as his eyes rake over your nude body.

“Tell me, liebling,” he says, strong hands running up the length of your thighs, “Has anyone ever eaten you out?”

You clumsily nod your head.

“Was it good?” he asks, biting back a smile when you shake your head.

“Guys always think it’s gross or something…” you whisper softly.

He hums softly, “That is because you’ve been messing with stupid little boys.”

“You gonna eat me out, König?” you ask him, biting your lip in a poorly concealed excited grin.

“Would you like me to?” as he asks, he slowly spreads your legs open. The position causes your folds to spread apart, opening you up for his greedy eyes.

You feel your breathing speed up as he kisses down your body, starting with your lips and ending right above your clit. You feel the little bud twitch in anticipation as he tongues the skin above it, giving you a sneak peek on what is so close to it. 

“Tell me,” he says.

You whine, “Y-Yes, I want you to eat me out, König!”

He chuckles softly but doesn’t bother teasing you anymore. He meets your gaze and moves his tongue lower finally, sliding the flat of the muscle of your clit. You gasp and toss your head back into the cushions, eyes rolling back as he noisily slurps at your cunt. 

“O-Oh god!” you wail, hiccuping out noises of pleasure that you can’t seem to quiet.

König is in heaven. It’s not every day that he gets the opportunity to eat such a pretty, inexperienced little cunt. Your reactions to everything are so strong and loud. Your pussy is loud too, squelching in the room, making an intoxicating melody with your moans. He moans against you, swallowing down everything your messy little pussy drools out for him.

“Th-That feels so good, König!” you sob, kicking your feet mindlessly against his back as he captures your clit in his mouth, suckling at the bud, “You’re so good, so good, oh god!”

Never in a million years did you think being eaten out could feel this good. The mindlessly, halfhearted licks and kisses you had received in the past did nothing to prepare you for what it felt like to really have a man’s tongue on you. 

He pulls away suddenly, giving you a moment to actually breathe, “You taste so sweet, liebling.”

“König…” you whimper, looking up at him with lidded eyes, “Please, please don’t stop.”

You tug at his hair and attempt to pull his mouth back down on your pussy. You don’t care how pathetic and desperate it is, he has given you a taste of pleasure you’d never experienced before.

He has the audacity to laugh at you, brushing your hands away so he can sit up straight again. He scoots closer and you realize then that he is not planning to continue and it practically draws a sob out of you. 

“We can focus on that another time, liebling,” he promises, making you clench around nothing, more slick dribbling out for him to see, “You are so messy, you know that? Never had someone make such a mess all over me before. You must really enjoy being eaten out, huh?”

You feel your face burn hot with shame at his words, shyly hiding your face away. He smiles softly at that, “Nothing to be ashamed of, liebling…I love it, I do.”

“Really?” you quiver out the question and he nods his head.

“Yes, little one,” he coos, “I’m glad that I can make it feel good for you.”

You practically feel hearts in your eyes as he says that. You don’t think you’ve ever had a man tell you that he actually cared and enjoyed your pleasure. That was the final nail in the coffin for you – you really should have been going after older men all this time.

He disrupts your thoughts by suddenly stripping his shirt off. Your mouth goes completely dry at the sight of his bared skin – firm muscle, hair speckled all over his torso, and numerous scars from untold stories of his time in the military. You take note of the faded tattoos that become visible on his pecs and biceps; you’d always noticed the tattoos on his arms but you’d never really been given the opportunity to look. 

“You’re so handsome,” you whisper.

He pauses while ridding himself of his jeans and smiles, “Thank you, little one.”

When he’s completely bare to you, you slowly rake your eyes down the entirety of his newly exposed body. His cock hangs heavy under its own weight, glimmering at the tip with his precum. You’d never been with a guy who was uncut but the sight made you drool. 

“Now, liebling,” he says suddenly, getting your attention. He scoots closer, spreading your legs as wide as he can before laying the hefty weight of his cock against your cunt. It’s hot and throbbing and your entire body trembles at the sight, “You have to understand something.”

“What..?” you ask, breathless and unable to look away from his cock. 

“I am not like those little boys you were running around with,” he explains, hips slowly beginning to rut against you, length parting your folds and rubbing over your clit, drawing a sweet little moan from you, “I don’t stick my cock in a tight little cunt and blow my load, do you know what I’m saying?”

You shake your head, too lost in the sight and feeling of him practically fucking the outside of your pussy. He doesn’t stop the mind-numbing rolls of his hips, letting you get lost in the feeling of him stroking over your clit, saturating him in your cum. 

“That means,” he sighs, reaching up to grip your throat, forcing you to look at him as he leaned over your body, sandwiching his cock between the two of you, “I don’t cum easily, liebling. I am a grown man, I will fuck you until you cannot cum anymore. Are you prepared for that?”

The fact this man was so confident in his abilities in bed has you clenching around nothing again. You were sure the guys you almost slept with would never have been able to have the pure confidence that came from König. He knew what he was doing – he knew how to make you cum and he was going to use that experience well. You knew his age played a factor in how long it would take him to cum and you couldn’t wait to experience it.

“I want it so bad, König,” you beg softly, “Please?”

“Very good,” he praised, “You’re so good for me.”

He finally gripped the base of his cock and you watched excitedly as he pressed the tip against your entrance. You reached down and wrapped your arms around your knees, pulling them back for him so he could comfortably begin pressing into you.

The stretch is beyond anything you’d ever felt before. You knew his cock was big but watching the bulbous tip press against you and slowly spread you wide open was something else entirely. It burned in a way that had you wincing, furrowed brows making your face pinch up, making König pause. 

“It’s okay, little one,” he whispers, bringing a big thumb up to roll over your hard little clit, “Just relax for me, don’t clench up or it will hurt more.”

“I-It’s so big, König!” you wail helplessly, tearily staring up at him as he methodically works you open on his cock.

“I know,” he assures, still stroking your clit with the pad of his thumb, “But you can take it.”

You tearfully nod your head and do your best to relax your body, letting yourself sink into the couch. 

“Good, liebling, very good,” he coos, “Just let me in, nice and slow. Doesn’t it feel nice? The little burn of being stretched open but the pleasure of having this pretty little clit played with? Just lay back and enjoy it, little one.”

He’s right, of course. The burn aches, yes, but the pain and pleasure mixes the more he rubs your clit. You clench around him, an involuntary reaction that causes the head of his cock to finally pop in. Your eyes widen as you watch your cunt swallow it and with a perfectly timed tap against your clit, your back arches and you’re cumming.

“O-Oh König!” you squeal, eyes rolling back into your head as you cum around the head of his cock and nothing else.

“Oh, that’s good,” he grins, “That’s perfect, little one.”

As you come down with a tremble in your thighs, you finally fix your gaze on him once again.His eyes are lidded and pupils are blown so wide you can’t even tell they’re blue anymore. 

“That looked like a good one,” he comments almost flippantly before he rolls his hips forward, “Now you’re nice and ready for me.”

You choke on a gasp as he rolls his hips forward, fitting half of his cock inside your still spasming cunt. Your cum coats him in a slick sheen that aides in allowing him to pull back and slide back in, settling on fucking you on half his cock.

Your mouth falls open and you watch as a thick, milky ring forms around that fat middle part of his shaft, “M-More, König! Please!”

He knows you want all of him, want to know what it’s like to feel all of him stuffed deep inside you. But he knows you’re not quite ready for that yet, fucked out of your head from the intense orgasm he had just given you with ease.

“Not yet, liebling,” he coos, keeping his pace slow and steady, “Let’s work you open a little bit more, yeah?”

“No,” you whine, “Please, I want it all, König.”

“Aww, I know you do, little one,” he pants, already feeling dizzy from spearing you on his cock, “But I know what’s good for you, just listen to me and be good, okay?”

“Okay…” you pitifully whimper, sinking back into the couch. 

You abandon your hold on your legs, letting them rest around his hips limply now. He continues moving like that, inching deeper and deeper into you with every thrust. Your cunt makes embarrassingly loud squishing noises the move he works his hips against you. 

Before you know it, you’re watching with wide eyes and an open mouth as his pelvis presses against yours. Your eyes roll back in your head and your toes curl in pure pleasure as you finally experience the entirety of everything König has to offer. 

You’re speared wide open and the head knocks against your cervix painfully but the little bit of pain only makes the pleasure that much sweeter. 

“There we go, little one,” he coos sweetly, “I’m so proud of you, took all of my cock so well.”

He’s so big that he presses against every sweet little spot inside you without even trying. But, oh, his experience is crystal clear in the way he moves. He may be naturally gifted with a nice, fat cock but he knew how to use it.

Seamless, rhythmic thrusts had your brain going fuzzy before you even knew what was happening. You wouldn’t have been able to be quiet even if you wanted to. You knew you would be absolutely horrified to face your neighbors later because it would be impossible for them to not know you got fucked real good. 

Suddenly, König leaned over you, resting one forearm above your head to hold his weight off of you. The position caused his pelvis against your clit every time he sunk balls deep. Sticky strings of your cum stuck to his skin but he didn’t seem to even notice how wet you were.

But, oh, he did. He was absolutely obsessed with the way you creamed and gushed around him. A nice, pliant little pussy that was more than eager to swallow every inch of his cock.

The change in position had you grappling onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you wailed into his shoulder. Every mind-numbing snap of his hips hit that gooey, tender spot inside you that had your entire body twitching from the pleasurable stimulation. Your nails bit into his back and he briefly thought about the prospect of his recruits seeing them. 

“Are you going to cum for me?” he whispered in your ear, pressing a sweet kiss underneath your ear.

You nod your head, “Y-Yes! You’re gonna make me c-cum again, König!”

He chuckles under his breath, “I know I am, little one. I’m going to make you squirt.”

“C-Can’t,” you heave, twitchy legs kicking against his back.

“Yes, you can,” he assures, leaning away to sit up once again, “I can make you squirt, trust me.”

The whine you emit pitches into a squeal when he presses his palm against your lower stomach. You reached down in a panic to grab his wrist, not used to the strange feeling of him pressing down while he fucks you. 

“W-Wait!” you wail.

“Wait for what?” he asks, but doesn’t slow even a bit in his movements.

“F-Feels weird!” you gasp, hiccuping as you squeeze his wrist. 

“I know,” he grunts, brows furrowing at the feeling of you clenching around him, “It’s supposed to. Just lay back and let it happen, liebling. I’ve got you.”

Your whole body trembles and your jaw drops as you meet his gaze, a look of wonder crossing your face as you feel an orgasm like you’ve never felt before crash over your body. It’s long, drawn out and almost painful from how good it feels. You squeeze tight around him, your clit twitching and pulsing, completely untouched as he makes you squirt. It splashes against his abdomen and drips down his thighs. 

“There we go,” he laughs, a sound that sends a flush of embarrassment to your face, “See? I told you you could do it.”

“König…” you slur, feeling as if you’ve been fucked completely braindead.

It finally dawned on you that you would never, ever be fucked by anyone as good as König has fucked you. The first cock you’ve ever been stuffed full of and he made you squirt with terrifying ease. You were completely ruined, no dick would ever be able to compare to his. 

He sees the way your gaze turns completely enamored, looking at him like he hung the moon and stars. He grins, sharp canines poking out as he leans down again, kissing your temple.

“What is it, baby?” he coos, “Dick so good it’s got you in love?”

You keen at the pure condescension that drips from his voice. But he’s not wrong, you can practically feel the hearts in your eyes as you gaze up at him.

You have no idea how long you’ve been pinned beneath him, speared open on his cock while he fucks you absolutely stupid. You notice the change in him quite suddenly. His deep, concentrated thrust changed into something less calculated, messy almost. He loses his rhythm and falters in his pace.

“I’m going to cum, liebling,” he grunts, tone pitchy and gruff, “Where do you want it?”

“Inside!” you immediately cry, not missing a beat. He sees your eyes light up at the prospect of being filled up completely by his cum. You’re so sure it’s going to be a lot, you want to feel it drip out of you as a reminder that he had claimed you.

“Is it safe?” he huffs, but you can feel his cock twitch inside you at the idea of cumming inside you.

You desperately nod your head and he allows himself to fall over that edge. He teeters on his knees before collapsing with his hands on either side of your head. He no longer tries to thrust, settling for desperate, deep grinds that stirs his cock within your walls. Your eyes roll back in your head at the feeling, another orgasm washing over you before you even realize you’re that close.

“Oh, fuck,” König gasps, voice breaking as your orgasm sends him over the edge.

You’re panting and whimpering, trembling as you feel the heat of his load filling you up. His cock twitches with every spurt of cum. It’s the best orgasm he’s had in a long time, his balls throbbing with every pump of cum his cock spits out. 

It oozes from around the tight seal you have around him, dripping onto the couch. He’s trembling by the time the intense orgasm comes to an end. He opened his eyes, not even realizing he had closed them, to see you sleepily staring up at him with a dazed smile on your lips.

“Mein Gott…” he huffs out, lowering his body to press his lips against yours sweetly, “That was incredible, liebling.”

You beam under his praise and wrap your arms around his neck, “It was, wasn’t it?”

He chuckles and strokes his thumb against your cheek, “Let’s get cleaned up, yeah?”

“Sounds good,” you agree.

The care he gives you afterwards is like nothing you’ve ever experienced. He wipes your body down gently, careful not to rub your skin too hard. He stands with you in the shower, towering over you as he lathers your exhausted body with soap. 

“Can we do that again sometime?” You ask softly when he crawls into bed beside you – which you were shocked about, but didn’t complain.

He raises a brow and chuckles, “Yes, liebling. But not right now, I could not go another round so soon.”

You giggle and snuggle into his broad chest, practically preening when he wraps you up snug against him. You sigh softly and speak up again, “Can we…still go on that date..?”

He’s quiet for a moment before you feel a kiss on the top of your head, “Of course, liebling. I would love to.”

You smile to yourself and close your eyes, content to fall asleep wrapped up in his arms. The last thing you feel before you succumb to sleep is another soft kiss against your head. You realize, sleepily, that you’ve never felt more cared for by a man in your life.

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