#virgin!konig

[tacticalprincess]

hear me out… virgin!könig whos so used to fucking his fist so the minute he tastes his gfs pussy he cums.. -🐶

he’d been begging to eat you out for a while, growing frustrated with your insistence to take things slow. he’d even practiced on his worn out little fleshlight countless times, imagining how he was going to rock your world and have you seeing stars with his tongue, surely skillful now that he watched so much porn surrounding the topic.

in reality, seeing your pretty, glistening pussy in person breaks his brain a little bit, and he suddenly forgets all of the long nights he spent training for this, your sweet voice attempting to talk him through it drowned out by the sound of his blood pumping in his ears. he gets overwhelmed by how good you smell, how soft you look, shaky hands gripping your thighs as he marvels at the sight in front of him. he hovers over your hot cunt for what feels like hours, just inspecting and playing around with all your wet folds and sensitive nerves with hesitant fingers like he’s figuring out a new toy— or trying to make a scientific discovery. his aching dick is left untouched, twitching and leaking in his pants.

meanwhile, you’re getting all worked up from the teasing, chest heaving and heart racing as you dip in and out of pleasure. you finally push his head down until he has no choice but to lick into you, his large nose bumping against your clit as he licks a stripe up your pussy, and immediately, he’s groaning out in a familiar, almost pained way.

“did you… did you just cum?”

he looks up at you all puppy dog-eyed and guilty. “i’m sorry, maus. you just… taste so good.”

[velvet-paradox]

Chaste

Fandom: Call of Duty Pairing: Virgin!König x Female reader Summary: König finally meets his match. Length: Long (idk what's gotten into me with these but you are welcome) Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, virginity loss, kissing, (protected) p in v, detailed smut. ENJOY!!!

He's panicking.

He can practically hear his hair growing, his pants are too tight, his hands are getting that weird kind of clammy he gets when he's about to take aim. He's beginning to sweat and is currently now wondering if wearing a white button up was the right choice.

He already stands out.

Of course he does. And not just by height alone, not to mention the weight his body carries, how broad his shoulders are. Also the crisp mask that covers his face and drapes around his shoulders is a dead give away. He slouched a little to make room for the chattering couple headed over to get their seats, giving him shy smiles but he knows their whispering about him. Their always whispering about him. Maybe he should just leave, get out of dodge, mention he's not feeling well, which is only partially true.

He's so sick with nerves. His anxiety meter is about explode.

….

Months of talking, letters sent over state, county, and country lines. You even had his SAT phone number just in case! It felt silly at first, he hid the frequent Pen Pal flyer that hung amongst other such distractions at the base. There were plenty of names to choose from with just a sprinkle of information.

Rhys was 26, worked in IT, loves video games. Tegan 32, makes and sells seashell earrings. Statler, 38, enjoyed hiking and the outdoors. Nate, 33, was a fisherman, Trout specificity. His blue eyes scanned the sheet until one name stood out to him for some reason.

He started writing to you immediately and he couldn't seem to stop. After the third letter exchange you gave him your social handles and phone number. God he was so nervous to hit the call button, but he was pleased when you answered after the first ring.

He'd get a tingly feeling in his gut when his civie phone would ping, a well sought out and selected little chime that singled you out from the rest. It took him hours to find just the right sound that not only would remind him of you but one so defined that if he were to hear it he'd jump out of bed immediately. It didn't even have to be a selfie to get him smiling, a simple good morning handsome would suffice.

'How's your day going so far?'

'I'm proud of you.'

'Oh the praise!'

You threw buckets of it at him and he gobbled it up with glee. He was curious how well he could conduct himself in person. Hopefully not bust in his jeans like some degenerate.

He'd be lying if it didn't get him hard though, his thick cock pulsing from your honest affirmations, holding and biting the hem of his shirt as he jerked off.

Coming to the niceties that would fall from your lips.

"Come on, come on. I'm right there, oh you look so cute. Bet you give great hugs, fuck, to feel you against me. Oh god!"

He couldn't help it.

It made him feral, groaning your name only made him work and twist his fist even tighter, even harder. He felt a little guilty though, this was your first time meeting in person and he'd already jerked off to the thought of you twice this week alone.

The theatre was getting filled up rather quickly as he sat at the top, next to the stairs so he could survey the area. It was better to have your back against the wall than to be vulnerable and in sight. Combat has taught him that very early on.

He looked down at his watch, 7:24. The movie was to start soon but where were you? Was this a joke to you, was he the joke? Were you standing him up. Were you out with someone else? Maybe you were ashamed to be seen with the likes of him. Maybe this was a bad idea-

"König!" He looked started until he saw you at the bottom of the stairs, excitedly waving as you ran up the stairs, two at time once you got closer. Excusing yourself to others finding seats. He stood to show you he'd saved you a seat, certainly inot excpecting you to jump at him, into his arms. Luckily for the both of you he's got incredible reflexes.

"You're bigger than I thought!" You exclaimed when he set you down.

Looking over your pretty sundress, with its' delicate floral patterns and pastel shade beneath. Your sneakers were bright and looked fresh right out of the box.

"I get that a lot. Um, here, I have saved you a seat."

"You mean iyou're not my seat?"

Oh dear!

You giggled and told him you were only joking, he wouldn't have minded really but he was unsure how you'd feel about feeling him half-hard already from seeing you, smelling your perfume that he hoped would last throughout the night. Possibly linger on his clothes long after you split.

You wiggled down in the saved spot, looping your arm through his chatting away before the lights dimmed down and the trailers emerged on the screen.

During the film he feels you breathing, wiggling and bumping up against his arm. You're so distracting even though you staring forward and not at him like he's looking at you. You smell so nice, your skin is soft and in the brighter scenes on the screen he can see down the front of your dress. He had to correct himself twice. No fucking staring, big man!

"So! What did you think?" you ask joyfully as you left the theater, still attached to his arm.

He would actually have an answer if he weren't watching you for most of the movie. So he shrugs and gives hopefully a somewhat honest answer.

"I liked it." He didn't have a lack of restriction when you mentioned your favorite movie was getting a long awaited sequel and that it would be in theaters by the time he got back from deployment.

"I think it held up quite nicely, I'm glad they went the route they did. Rumor had it they were just gonna' recycle the same old script and mix some junk in there for flavor. Wait, we didn't get any snacks, you've gotta' be starving, you didn't eat any popcorn or candy!"

" 'm alright, Y/N."

"Are you sure? There's a nice little diner just down the road a bit. I'll even feed you if you want." Your face lights up with a smile and a wink and König is blushing all over beneath his hood. How could he say no to that?

You idid in fact feed him a few bites of your biscuits and gravy, he'd seen it before but was always turned off by the fact he may not enjoy the combination. So he he stuck to his usual soft scramble eggs platter they offered. The gravy wasn't bad.

"So how many dates have you been on? I imagine one sees 'experienced military' gets you a fair share of dinners and phone numbers."

König choked on his coffee under the mask. He set the cup down but kept his hands around the mug for warmth. "Uh… you are actually my first."

"Really? Of the week?" You enquired sweetly.

He shook his head. "Nein."

"Ohhhh of the month?"

Again he shook his head.

"Of the year?" You asked, tilting your head.

"Of forever. You are my first date, officially."

"EVER?!" you quickly covered your mouth and smiled at him across the checkerboard table top. "I'm your first date?! Talk about pressure! Now I really gotta' step up and show you a good time. Can't have you going around destroying my reputation."

His brows creased behind the mask. "You have a reputation?"

"No but it would be pretty neat if I did!" Your laugh made his stomach lurch and for the first time, in a very long time, he might actually be a little happy.

"Are we going for a walk now?" König asked once outside the diner, the air had cooled off a bit which was a relief because your flirting and smiling face was making him hot beneath the collar. Fingers and toes crossed he wasn't visibly sweating.

"Oh. Do you want to?"

"Is that not what you're supposed to do?"

"I mean you can. There's no rules."

"That's what they do in the movies." König pondered out loud. He'd seen in done so many times he just thought 'oh I'm going on a date, eat dinner, then walk around for a bit'. No harm in that really. Now he felt embarrassed and kind of ticked off that he'd had that logged away in his memory for so many years.

"We can walk, there's a park with a pond behind those trees over there."

Before he can stuff his shame back into his pocket, he's being yanked across the street, dodging some traffic and a dog that should have been on a leash.

It was nice. He didn't have to think so much, you were taking the lead which was refreshing. You weren't scared of him, or threatened by his size. He dwarfed your body easily, no questions asked. Used to orders from the higher ups, though a colonel himself, he was raised on a routine, strict guidelines to follow correctly. With you, even for this first initial date, he was so attracted to you, so much so that he allowed you to drag his weight around the park.

"Maybe next time I could cook for you. Would you like that?" You asked, strolling along the cobblestones. The branches swaying in the warm night air. Petals from some rose bushes had fallen around the base of the bush like a halo.

His heart surged. "There is going to be a next time?"

"I hope so."

"I wasn't sure if maybe you were taking pity on me."

"I'm not like that. I'm having a good time with you. You're safe with me ya' know?" You stopped and held his hand, using it for leverage to pull yourself up to stand on a park bench. You were closer now, your eyes bright and face aglow. He was in trouble. Even more so when you placed your hands on his shoulders, he walked closer and smiled when you hugged him again.

He plucked one of the roses out from the bush and kept it hidden behind his back while you walked around a bit more before parting ways. The way you squealed with delight, how cheeky you got, how you inhaled the given rose made him smile. He hadn't felt like this before.

….

"What's got you in a mood?" Simon asked once he was back on base. The lieutenant shared an on-suite room with him, just coming back from the showers by the looks of it. König had maybe done a little spin once in the safety of his room.

"Nothing, L.T." König slipped the movie stub into his keep sake box. Locked of course, inside held his personal belongings, his passports, SAT phone, all your letters and a few polaroid's you'd taken.

"Ah, you can't hid nothin' from me, colonel. I know ye' too well, yer jus' like me." Simon finished shaking out his wet blonde hair like a dog, watching him lock the box with the key.

"I am nothing like you Simon, the only things we have in common are military backgrounds and close in height." König snorted.

"That's what you think! So where were ya'?"

"I had a date, thank you very much." König admitted and by the gafwed noise Simon made, maybe he should have kept his big mouth shut. Because now Ghost was wild eyed and begging for gossip, sitting down next to him on his bed, getting water everywhere. He'd have to change out his sheets now.

"You on a date, sir? I can't wrap my head aroun' that!"

"She's nice and funny and I didn't have to think so much. No jumping through hoops with this one, she's direct and very easy on the eyes. And she wants to cook for me." König couldn't help it, once he got going telling Simon little pieces about you, Simon turned into mush, collecting these little nuggets like breadcrumbs.

"Cook for you? Hot damn, König, you must've made some impression."

"Ja, I guess I did."

"So what's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong. I just, I am not experienced in this, talking phase or dating, relationships. That sort of thing is in the unknown to me. I barely have any friends, no romantic affairs, no wild tales of my youth. You know me, I signed up the moment I could. All I know is this," König exclaimed, gesturing to their barrack room. Cold and lonely, nothing cozy about the place. Just beige, white and cement. No color. Drab. "What if that's not enough for a woman like her?"

"Look man, I don't know this bird but what I do know is this," Simon clapped him on the back twice. "You had a successful date, mission complete. You're about to get a free dinner out of a lovely gal and who knows, she likes you this much to cook for ya'. I'd say you're enough."

He thought about that all night. Hung up his white shirt, after inhaling it when Simon left, smiling into the crisp fabric because your scent was faintly there. Was he enough? He worried a hole into the ceiling, laying there in his sweats and socks.

You texted him that you had gotten home safe, sending a quick picture of yourself holding the rose to your face. He stared at it for little longer before closing his eyes.

….

"I'm sorry to break it to you boys, but we've been called into action. Boots on the ground, simple recon. I know I know. Hit me with it already," Captain John Price announced a few days later in the debriefing room. His statement was met with groans of disappointment, sighs of defeat. They just gotten back to base, couldn't they found a better, eager group of recruits for a recon? Even the colonel let out a huff, tapping his foot against the table. "Two days time and we head out. Dismissed."

König bit at the inside of his cheek the whole way back to his room, taken away from you yet again. He grabbed his phone and pulled up your contact photo. It always gave him pause when he saw you now, your face, make up or bare. The one he chose was you fresh out of the shower in your bathroom, soft, wet, supple skin. Little drops of water clung to your neck. You were smiling, no teeth, cheeks high and with a wink you snapped it just for him. This one was nowhere to be found on any of your socials and that made him feel a little better. You did like him, enjoy his company.

"Hey, are you busy?" He'd asked when you picked up right away, dogs barking in the background as you told Barkley to 'cool his jets!'.

Whatever that meant. You were dog sitting for a friend for a few days, you did that fairly often as you had a whole camera reel of you playing with him, laying around, posing. Barkley is very photogenic.

"Nope, just at the dog park, why? What's up?"

"Do you think I uh, maybe I could stop by. I need to talk to you about something."

"Oh? Yeah sure, I'll just uh, send you my location. We'll see you soon König! Say bye Barkley!"

To König's surprise the dog did in fact bark back.

You lived in a beautiful brownstone building close by, off street parking, lots of trees and a decorated stoop. The top step had a decent chunk missing on the left side. He turned off his bike, flipping open the visor as he looked for your apartment number on the buzzer. The door unlocked and up the stairs he went, second floor, third door in the middle. He only knocked once before you were there, opening the door and trying your hardest of keep Barkley from escaping.

"Sorry, he's kinda' wound up. Got himself a pretty good stick, he's very proud of himself."

König had to duck to get inside, like most places, door frames were not made for men the size of small houses. He took off his helmet and kept it tucked under his arm. Barkley, your two year old Doberman slid into the hallway, holding said stick in his mouth.

Barkley stopped short and tilted his head to the side, bright white teeth started to unfurl.

"Barkley, no. We like him, he's my special friend, okay?"

"Might be the mask." König chuckled, his heart beating a little bit faster, he carefully pulled it off and held it out to the pet. I'm her 'special' friend, he thought gleefully. He didn't even recognize what he'd just done until he looked up at you, blinking quietly, shocked.

"What?"

"You just… you just took off your mask." You sounded almost breathless, slowly pointing at him.

Oh no!

König went to quickly put it back on but in his haste and excitement Barkley snatched it with his teeth and ran into the living room.

"Get back here you silly thing!" You shouted and followed him, he could hear you tussling and trying to negotiate with Barkley while König freaked out in the kitchen. How could he have let this happen? What had gotten into him? Just exposed his face to civilian, a woman he was actually interested in? Oh this was bad, so vary bad. What if you thought he looked like a monster, turned off by his exterior? He'd never live with himself!

A little out of breath but smiling you popped in, joining him at the counter.

"Sorry about that, cutie. He's been in a playful mood all day." You were holding out the mask with one hand and covering your eyes, head turned to the side.

What did you call him?

He took it and hastily slipped it back on, righting it so he could actually see.

"Better?" You asked and took a little peek, making sure he had put the streaked cloth back on to his head.

"Much."

"I mean it though; you are a cutie. I mean, I knew you would be, but seeing your bare face, sheesh. Could've warned a girl, huh?" You lightheartedly sighed, fixed your shirt and bit bumped into his shoulder on purpose, resting your head there, looking up at him with those eyes, those lashes. He never wanted to kiss someone so much as he did right then.

"You actually… you think I'm cute?" He blushed something fierce, from the base of his neck, to the cartilage of his ears, he was burning up.

"Uh huh. Just like you think I'm cute."

"You… oh no, nein nein, you are… spectacular. I could write poetry about you! A muse. I don't know how this happened but, you came to me like a siren in the night, calling out to me to rest at your shore. Surely you might drown me, a risk I am willing to take. But instead you took pity on me, let me go after luring me into your clutches."

"Wow. That's uh, that's some high ass praise. I don't think anyone has ever been that excited about me before." You squeezed his arm, he could feel your pulse, the added warmth.

"Well they were all fools then."

"Yeah, I guess so." You stared at each other, not saying a word, just looking. Usually König couldn't stand eye contact, only to his superiors, had to give them recognition and attention of course. But this was the longest he'd looked at someone this long. It didn't feel as jittery as he was used to. Eyes flickering over each other, mapping out your face, the shape of your ears, the curve of your mouth. Which was soon turning into a smile.

"You said you had something to tell me."

"Oh! Right right, um, sorry. I know I just got back but, according to this morning I'll be MIA again."

It hurt to say it, to know he'd be gone from you once you two had hit it off so well, it stung when your face dropped and you looked away from him. It burned like hell when you pulled away.

"You just got here!"

"I know but what the captain says goes." König shrugged.

"Gimmie' his number."

"What?"

"Your captain! I oughta' give him a piece of my mind for this. I finally find a decent guy, we have crazy chemistry and he's just gonna' steal you away again? uh uh, not on my watch!"

Concern quickly left when you broke out in hysterics, doubling over with laughter, pushing his arm playfully. Clearly Barkley's energy was rubbing off on you!

"Don't worry König," you grinned. "I'll be here when you get back."

….

The three day recon had turned quickly sour and was now on its' 6th consecutive day. The target was being moved around at all hours of the day and once they thought they had gotten their man, they were a step and a half behind. Tedious work.

In the safehouse, face lit up by his phone screen he waited for those little dots to convert into text.

'I miss you, I hope you're being safe out there. Weather has been messy back home. Did you find an apartment you like yet? Not saying you have to but my building has a FOR RENT sign up!'

'Oh we would be so close'

'you mean neighbors :)'

The thought of living off base, not having to share a room with Simon any longer would be a real treat. Moving would be a breeze, he could always buy a pull out couch if he wanted. He didn't pack much and was not actually too sentimental, until recently that is.

You picked him up from the base, waiting patently by your car when he exited the helo, duffel over his shoulder in his gear. He smiled behind the hood at you waving to him wildly with both hands, as if he could ever miss your beaming face.

"Hiya cutie! Thought I'd surprise ya'. You look massive in uniform, damn!"

He maybe blushed a little as the rest of the company walked past. "I missed you terribly, my dear." König happily lifted you off your feet in an embrace. "I can't stop thinking about you."

"Me either. Have you got stuff to do here or do you wanna' come home with me?"

Home? With… you.

He swallowed, seeing Ghost give him a thumbs up as he walked by. The FOR RENT sign should have been flashing neon lights at him as he rode passenger, holding his things in his thick lap as you pulled in front. Second floor, third door from the middle; he remembered. He also took a mental note of the phone number to call if interested.

"I know you probably don't have--"

"One sec!"

You held up a finger and ran into your bedroom, you came back with a small container. You had taken the time, the care to make him a little treat. How thoughtful. You had remembered what soap he mentioned he liked, preferred body oil to lotion, too sticky. A fresh pair of shampoo and conditioners, face wash. You were taking care of him.

You smiled up at him, presenting it to him. "For you."

"For me? You did not have to do any of this." He said, noticing there were fresh washcloths and an exfoliating cloth.

"I know. I wanted to. You know if case you stay over sometimes."

"You um want me to sleep over? In your space?"

"When you're ready."

After using your shower, incredible water pressure he thought, he toweled off and decided to keep his face bare. Tossing the mask, along with his uniform into a pile on top of his duffel bag.

Something smelled delicious when he came around the corner, you had an apron on over your skirt and top, your legs looked amazing in those pantyhose. The thought of shredding them lingered in his brain hours later. The quick inhale of your breath when you saw his face again, the cute little grin, the way your mouth twitched. How you continued to call him cutie.

"You went through all this trouble, there must be something I can do." König sighed as you gathered up the plates.

"It's not a problem König, I enjoy cooking. It's my love language I guess." You said with a shrug, sure of yourself as you rinsed them off a bit before adding them to your dishwasher. If the apartment(s) for rent in your building were anything like this, he would have made the score of a lifetime! A gorgeous woman interested in him, doting on him, cooking for him, calling him cute… and to not deal with Simon.

He'd hit the lottery!

"If you want to do something in return," you sang, wiping off your hands and took his in yours. "You can snuggle me on the couch. Deal?"

Deal.

He'd thought about it for months, how he would hold you in his arms, craddle you there, play with your hair, the hem of your shirt. To smell you, to feel you. Touch you. He would be lying if he hadn't dreamt up a life with you. He was, after all, getting of that settling down phase of his life.

You had the plushiest of blankets draped over the back of your couch that you dragged over you two once you got comfortable. Leaning against his side, tucked beneath his armpit. He was greatful he had an extra set of clothes in that bag of his, because laying against his unifomr, 6 days of sweat and grim would inot be ideal.

He drummed his fingers over your shoulder, you are so warm, he thought, even more so when you laced your much smaller fingers with his.

"I'm not, I'm not as experienced as you might think." He said suddenly, before you got the chance to see him grimace.

"I know. You said I was your first date."

"Ja, you were. In fact, if you desired, you would be my first; everything."

He got a little nervous when you stayed quiet before turning your head up against his shoulder, touching his jaw. "Everything?"

"Well, I once held a girls' hand and she got grossed out because I got all clammy, she made me so nervous! I did not know what to do." König expressed.

"That's ok. You're fine."

"You mean, you're… you're not weirded out by that?"

"No way, cutie. If you want, we can take easy steps. Remember what I told you on our first date?" You smiled, what a wonderful smile, and patted his cheek, thumbing over the bone. "You are safe with me, I meant it then and I mean it now."

"What do you mean by easy steps?"

"Well, we can hold hands like this or we can kiss, we can make out, you can touch me if you want."

"Do you want me to? Touch you that is."

You snorted out a laugh and faced him on the couch, sad that your body heat was leaving him wanting more. Come back here hase!

"Not to be a little perv, but what I want you to do to me, is a lot more than just touching."

"Like what?"

"Ah, curiosity killed the cat you know? um, let's see." You pondered, tapping your chin before giving a full answer. "I want to kiss you, all over. And I mean all over, I want to learn your body, what you like what you don't like. Good and bad touches. I want to your hold your hand over my heart so you can feel how much I want you. I also want you to learn me as well, feel me, inside and out. Taste me."

God that sounded amazing. How he had wanted the same, had dreamt about it, had stroked his cock to it. Watching porn, situations he wanted to be in with you. All the positions he knew and maybe more than you knew, that you could teach him. Oh the possibilities!

But then…

"What if I'm not good at it?"

"That's what practice is for silly!" You bopped him on the nose.

"You mean this wouldn't be like a --"

"One time thing? Heavens no! König, I see you as my boyfriend. We're in a relationship."

A relationship. He's your boyfriend. You his lady. Jackpot indeed!

"Simon is definitely going to give me shit for that, first relationship and I'm almost 40!"

"There is no rush. People make such a big deal out of sex and relationships when its' really not that complicated. Either you do it or don't. You're either turned on by the idea or the intimacy, or you can go without. No two people are the same. Look, if you want like a routine or itinerary, I know you're used to that, I could come up with a game plan. Get you prepared."

"You would do that for me?"

"König, I would do anything for you."

….

Back on base he pulled up his tablet, excited, giddy with the potential of being intimate with you. He didn't even have time to jerk off, instead his mind was a cluster fuck of what you had in store for him. How exciting! You had quickly made a checklist of sorts, he was eager to punch each line, each owrd, each iactivity into his tablet.

Now this he could work with.

He even made time to call up your landlord, leaving a message after hours.

He was going to know your body like coordinates and that, for whatever reason, made sense and excited him even further. His pants getting a bit tight as he laid on his bed.

What Y/N enjoys (FOR YOUR EYES ONLY CUTIE ;p )

Hitting all the bases

The good, the bad, the absolutely NOT

You were thorough, giving just enough information as he logged it all in. Only hiding his evidence as if it were pornography when Simon popped into the room, unannounced, tossing him a stolen cinnamon roll. His favorite.

"Now are you sure? We don't have to do anything." Your voice was even as you two sat on your couch, he'd been excited when you suggested sitting in his lap. Eager to feel you against him, you sat across his large thighs, kicking and rubbing your feet against the cushions in anticicpation.

"I'm positive. Green." He nodded several times, holding on to your side. His fingers twitched when you lifted off the mask, you smiled and booped him on the end of his nose.

"Ready?"

"Here goes." König voiced, though it sounded more like he was talking to himself then to you.

He closed his eyes, tried not to squeeze them so tight, but dammit if this wasn't nerve wracking! He's a grown man, he's been to war, has seen carnage and gore. Has had a lot of it on his own hands, under his nails, stained clothing, broken bones. Scars, some self made, most of the others had been fought for. That, oh he could do that stuff in his sleep but this… being vulnerable, not in his repertoire.

He puckered up and you snickered. "What are you doing?"

His blue eyes opened in a panic. "What? I thought we were going to kiss."

"Well, yeah, we are but not like that. That's some Hollywood mumbo jumbo. A kiss needs to be felt out like, like this." You held his face in your hands, looking into his eyes softly, and tilted your head. With your eyes looking down at his mouth he felt your lips against his own, plump and warm. Ghosting them there before you shut your eyes and pressed your mouths together.

Oh, that's nice.

He breathed you in, fingers relaxing on your ribs as you started to move your mouth now, opening your lips a little wider, taking his top one solely into your mouth. You hummed and pressed your body against him before pulling back a few inches.

"See, like that. That's just a basic--"

König surged forward then, kissing you a little harder, taken aback but not unwarranted you met him kiss for kiss, smacking against one another. You made him jolt when you licked the seam of his lips, on instinct, and because it kind of tickled, but he let you in. Tasting him, his tongue seemed to know what to do as you made out. You pulled back once more, out of breath and smiling.

"You're a fast learner. Pretty damn good at it too, you're a natural."

You mused and kissed him one more time.

Learning the bases was pretty straightforward and simple.

First base, was already established. Second wasn't as trembling of a thought when you guided his hands when he faltered. You wore a dress this time, laid back on your bed, ankles crossed as he laid next to you, mapping out your body.

Your neck was soft under his calloused palm, your collar, he froze when all he wanted to do was hold your breast. You sat up enough on to your elbows for him to do so.

"Go on, give my girls' a good squeeze." You winked and smirked when he followed orders. They were soft and supple in his large hands, the noise you made urged him further, smoothing over your stomach, your thighs. God your thighs, he thought. How plush and how nice they would feel around his waist, around his head.

"That's it König, you're doing such a good-- oh!" You snapped your mouth shut when he covered your entire mound with his hand, feeling you pulse and twitch. He smiled and leaned down for a kiss.

"Color? Can I look?"

"Fuckin' green all the way. You can do more than look, hot stuff!"

Oh did he look. Eyes paying close attention to you pulling off your panties, tossing them off the edge of your bed, spreading your legs as he moved into a sniper position.

Not only did he look but he touched, moving your legs apart, smiling to himself that he could see a line of arousal leaking down your slit. iI did that! I did that! Your body pulsed around him, made him feel dizzy with need. Your pussy is so pretty, he thought.

Or at least he thought he only said to himself.

"Well thanks."

"Mind if I--"

"I told you green, cutie. She won't bite." Your chuckle disappeared into an inhale when he started to touch you, feel you, the whines you made were making the man rock hard, his skin was too tight and this was the best decision he'd made in a long fucking time.

You came around his fingers twice when you showed him what you liked, knuckle deep in your cunt, soothing your engorged bundle of nerves, he even snuck in a kiss or two. The way you showed him how to massage the sensitive skin around, how you liked to make a V with fingers, displaying the tender meat of your cunt.

"Oh baby that's it! That's it!"

….

"You're moving quite fast, König." Simon said on his last evening at the base, emptying the already sparse on-suite room. He had all of his belongings, except for a bed, in only 3 standard issue duffels.

"For the last time, Riley, I am moving into the same building as Y/N, not in with her."

"Still! You barely know the bird." Simon tried to reason, watching König move about the room, making sure he didn't leave anything of importance behind.

"I know enough Simon, enough to get me out of this linen closest next to your snoring ass."

"It's not that bad!"

"Simon; these walls are cement, why can I hear you breathing? Got yourself a real problem. Should get that checked out asap."

Ghost rolled his eyes and König chuckled. "Just so you know I am taking over your room as soon as you leave base. More room for me then! No take backs' either!"

"Have it big man, I'll see you around."

You weren't just some woman he just met, not a toy like Johnny liked to call his little bunk bunnies. You were his girlfriend, still a shocker to say it out loud. König has a little lady of his own.

The move in was easy, he'd ordered a new bed online. He slept at your place until it came, as a housewarming gift, you got him his first candle of the season and silk pillowcases that you absolutely swore by.

You two tested it out, bouncing on it after an impromptu pillow fight that landed you in his lap. His eyes never left yours as you tossed one of the pillows away, sitting on him.

"Is this okay?" You asked and must've seen the twitch on his faintly scarred bottom lip.

"You're perfect." His breath came out lighter than usually, had more of soft ring to it.

Your pretty face lit up, practically glowing before leaning down to kiss him. Gently, touching his face, over his arms, his hands finding purchase on your hips. He breathed you in, molding himself to you.

"Open your mouth baby."

He groaned and listened, the feeling of your tongue slipping into his mouth. Tangling together, the noises you made were fantastic, rolling your hips against his. One hand moved up under your shirt, feeling your back, you wiggled further into him.

Baby still sounded so foreign, he had never been one to be made to feel small. Hell, he was 5'11 in the fifth grade! But the way you sighed it or moaned it, he did feel softer. Lighter.

König boldly sat up, holding you close and pulled back, looking over your spit slicked lips. "Take off your clothes." Even bolder still, he held your eye contact. Your left eye twitched.

"Are you sure?"

It was his turn to cup your face, tilting his head, brushing his lips over yours. "Ja, I want to. I want to do this with you."

"Color system?"

"Ja, sounds good to me."

Like a sly fox, you backed your way out of his lap, standing between his legs. He watched you undress, peeling down your leggings one at a time. A glimpse of your lace red underwear. You then peeled your top off. Oh dear, it was a matching set! König licked his lips, his heart going to battle with his ribcage as you grinned and climbed back into his lap. His favorite shade.

"It's your lucky night baby. I just picked these out last night."

"You planned to show me these ? How did you know I would be ready?"

"I didn't!" He watched your heaving chest, breasts so close to his face he could smell your sweat and perfume, intoxicating him further. "I just knew I wanted to buy it to wear for you."

"You are going to be the death of me. You look like a dream."

"I'm a real vision, huh?" You chuckled and kissed him again.

He couldn't believe this was finally happening, you took your time. Letting him slide down the straps of your new bra, mouthing over your neck and collar. You huffed out a breath and unclasped it, peeling it away to expose your upper half.

"You alright?" You asked, he went deaf for a moment looking at your tits, right in front of his face. He blinked blearily up at you, hands on his shoulders.

"Again, my dear, you are perfect." He cupped them, urged on by your hands over his own, giving them a squeeze. You inhaled his name when he leaned forward, taking an already pebbled nipple into his mouth. Lapping at the taste of you, your hands in his hair as he tasted your skin. He treated the other same, indulging as he went on.

"Green?" He asked and you nodded.

He rolled you onto your back, his pants were getting uncomfortable and he soon felt overly dressed. His room was bare, save for the new bed and sheets, a sturdy nightstand and his belongings still mostly in those duffels but it felt right. To have you here, reaching out for him once he was out of his pants.

Your legs opened for him, fitting himself in between there, rocking side to side to fit.

"Condoms?"

"I have some in the nightstand." König reached over you, fumbled around for a bit until he grabbed the unopened box.

"This should be plenty."

You rolled your head over to see a larger than expected box, giggling beneath him. "You planning on a marathon there, tiger? Goodness!"

"Well I wanted to be prepared! Is that so wrong?"

"No, cutie. I'm just givin' you shit is all," you brushed back his hair, looking at him so sweetly, moving your hips just so, the lace of your underwear felt disgustingly good against the crotch of his boxers. "Do you want me to suck you off first?"

He went rigid, the thought of your beautiful mouth on his dick, laced with spit and pre-cum, slipping in and out of your mouth… he was grateful in that moment that he had decided to jerk off in the shower that morning. Can't be running around with you with a loaded gun.

"Maybe after." König sucked in a breath when you slipped a hand between your bodies, groping over his groin, rock fucking hard for you. "I'm so ready for you I think I might bust from that alone."

"What an ego boost." You breathed out, low and full of lust. He'd never heard you sound like that and it was because of him. Because he made you feel that way, desire licked behind your eyes and you bit your lip. "You are so hard right now!"

"I'm always hard for you." König admitted, kissing you, enjoying your hands in his hair, tugging lightly at his scalp. He hoped you would do it a little harder once he was finally inside you.

With a grin you dug your nails into his shoulder, "Whenever you're ready, tiger. I'm all yours."

König eagerly rubbed you through your panties, wetness forming on the pads of his fingers, circling your clit like you had taught him a few weeks ago. He moved them aside as you kissed, gasping into your mouth when you moved a bit, his weight on you welcomed with wide and open arms.

You tugged at his shirt. "Take this off, baby. Wanna' see you."

"Uh it's a little iffy under there." König hung his head against your own.

"Baby," you crooned rubbing your thumbs over his chin. "I want all of you. You're safe with me, remember?"

"There's just a lot goin' on under this shirt." His laugh held little to no humor, scars of old, past battles.

"Don't you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you, my dear. I just… only my company has seen me shirtless. Their used to what messes can be made in combat."

"Well," you started. "It's up to you, but I'm telling you right now, I will love all of your stripes. No matter where they came from."

König couldn't kiss you harder or fast enough, fucking his tongue into your mouth would soon become a favored past time, he thought. You whined against him, wrapping your hands around his thick forearms. He gave your pussy a few taps, mewling into his wanting mouth.

He pulled down your panties, your little feet kicking them away so you lay naked beneath him, panting and begging for him. Pleading. He leaned heavy to one side, shimming out of his boxers, tore open and rolled the condom on like he'd practiced. He panted above you, blue eyes taking in your pretty face, fuck you were pretty. And his lady. And next thing he knew he was grabbing at the back of his t-shirt, yanked it off his head.

"You want all of me, ja?"

"Yes baby, every inch."

He groaned at that and like so many videos he's watched in his lifetime, been told tall tales, Soap's escapades, Simons' late nights, Horangi's notch list, Prices' black book, he lined himself up with your leaking entrance.

"Green?" He dare ask.

You answered with a smile and a nod.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the first plunge, he took time to let you adjust to his size. He knew he was thick, didn't want to hurt you at all. God forbid. You whined and looked down at where he was ever so carefully inching inside you, your pussy so warm and tight and he thanked fuck again that he had gotten one off before this. This was incredible, being inside you, becoming one, jointed together.

"Oh baby, yes!" You keened, lifting your legs to rest at his ribs, knees digging into the bones.

"Oh fuck you feel…this is… holy shit ja. Fuck this is good, so so good."

König had to adjust himself several times, listening to your body, watching your expressions, your words. The way you arched into his touch, his hands groping over you thighs, kissing your neck, beginning to thrust, lightly, into you. He still took his time but fucks sake, he'd never felt this good in his life.

"Fuck yes, ho-how do you feel baby?" You asked, rubbing his arms that caged you in, locking fingers together as you moved with him.

"I feel like I could fight god."

"And win-- oh hah fuck, oh whatever you're doing keep doing that!"

Your laugh turned into a cry out, you raised your head again watching him pump himself inside you, stroke after stroke you took his thick cock like a champ. You moved one hand down and started rubbing your clit, matching moan for moan with you, the sounds of your sex pounded in both of your ears. He grunted your name, holding the crown of your skull, hissed through his teeth, squeezed his eyes shut as you came with a shout.

"You're so pretty so fucking pretty, my dear."

"Oh my god you feel so good, I want you. I want you so badly."

"You 'ave me, all of me."

Your hands on his skin, touching his scars, vulnerable but willing. Giving and taking, his throbbing cock was driving you mad. You whimpered, tossing your head from side to side, biting your fingers when he pulled out, smearing your mixed arousal over your cunt. He even tapped it a few times before slipping back in with a low groan.

"Ohhh tiger, fuck this is good. Should've done this sooner."

"You sound so pretty too, Oh fuck-- can you, can you pull my hair a little."

A fucked out grin greeted him in between kisses, grabbing up at his reddish hair.

You licked your lips, his chin, your free hand reaching up and wrapping around his throat was so nice, he actually whined.

"Oh baby, you are fucking me so good. You were made for me, huh? Huh, tiger? Hollowing me out, making room for you inside my pussy? I am so wet I can hear it. Can you hear how good you're making me feel? Oh my god."

"Oh fuck!"

You were right, the squelching, the slap of skin on skin, how desperate you two were for one another was downright perverse. He could feel you pulsing, pulling him in like the tide. You fucked your tongue into his mouth, praising him, calling him good, telling him how you felt, what you needed a little bit more of. Yanking his hair, scraping over his back.

"Again! Oh god König, make me cum again! Fuck yeah."

And he did. He pulled out and spat on his own cock before bullying it right back into you, he knocked your hand away and used the techniques you'd shown him to assault your clit. He was mesmerized by you body, writhing and rolling for him, grabbing his head at one point to stare into his eyes.

Another condom spent, you on top of him, rocking down onto him, holding on to his shoulders. When you threw your head back he latched on to your breast, holding the other, toying with your nipple. You grabbed his hair again, almost forcing him to keep going as you cried out in pleasure.

"Well baby, how do you feel?" You asked after the third round, laying on your side, out of breath, your eyes blown out, body radiating from adrenaline.

"Incredible," König faced you, head lulling over on the divine silk pillow case. He grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles. "I think I am falling in love with you."

You hiccupped a sort of laugh, he felt a little cheesy saying until you patted his face.

"Oh baby, I'm already there."

"You love me?"

"Mhmm."

König was over the fucking moon, moving too quickly he kissed you.

"Ich liebe dich."

"I love you too."

Without discussion he got up and grabbed another condom. "One more round couldn't hurt."

You laughed your way into his arms, rolling his weight on top of you once more.

Tagging: @nepomami @powerfultenderness @weallhaveadestiny

[konigsblog]

now all i can think about is virgin, college nerd könig and he's rotting my brain away. 🧠📚

he helps you on your studies, for a small favour in return. majority of the time he writes your essays for you, in return for a sloppy, messy blowjob or a nice, tight handjob.

and you're always so eager for it, like a dumb slag! bent over on all fours underneath his desk and fucking yourself back on his hard dick while he studies.

nerd könig probably wears glasses, and you just love to tease him by taking them away, only to be punished with a hard, relentless fucking. könig will whisper beside your ear degrading things, pulling your hips down against his fat, hot, bulbous cock while you apologise profusely and breathlessly for taunting him. near tears as he brutalises you for being horrible to your boyfriend!!

nerd könig will stuff your face into a textbook and tell you to study during backshots. ploughing into your swollen, wet folds for hours because you can't answer a simple question on the pages infront of you. a wet, slick mess bent over and sobbing into the pages with the answers, unable to focus on anything other than his big dick stuffing you full!

“come on, mäuschen... you can read--look, what does that say? read it out to me, my dear-i'll help you, little one.”

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Christian Woman

König x Nun!Reader

Word count: 12.5 k Tags/warnings: 18+ pure FLUFF & SMUT & COMFORT

First time/loss of virginity, implied consent, teasing, corruption kink, fingering, cunnilingus, thighing/intercrural sex, protected p in v. Silly, sweet, kind of innocent, kind of naughty. Romance, forbidden love trope, love as a religion, happy ending. 

Part 3/3

Everytime König enters your life, you start to lie.

You lie about where you’re going and where you’ve been, you lie about who you see and what you do. People think you’ve helped some foreign man to hospital, that you were away last night to make sure he got safely into treatment. You told them he was some poor fellow who got stabbed and robbed on the street and that you called the ambulance from his phone and that the police needed to see you today for further questioning. 

You lie and lie and lie, and then slip out to see König, who’s hopefully alive and still in the same place you left him last night.

When you enter the old, half-demolished building now serving as a B&B, the same old man from last night looks up with wary eyes. He immediately relaxes back to reading his paper when he sees you’re only the harmless, grey nun from last night. 

You sneak upstairs without exchanging a word with him and go straight to König’s door. Giving it a quick knock and uttering, “It’s me,” you half expect to get shot through the wooden entrance. But there only comes a happy “Come in” from behind the door, and you notice König hasn’t even locked the damn thing. Is he expecting you, or is he simply that confident with his gunslinger skills?

Turns out he’s probably both, because you freeze right there on the doorstep when you step in.

He’s wearing nothing but boxers this time, and your eyes fly straight back to his eyes after being glued to the prominent package between his legs for far too long. And good God, the man’s got some muscles on those legs... 

“Hallo, Kätzchen,” he greets, giving you an obnoxiously flirty smile upon noticing how flustered you look.

“You… You shouldn’t be up yet,” you quickly turn to close the door. 

“I have to use the bathroom, no?”

He looks at you from across the room, so innocent and sweet and, at the same time, so mischievous that you don’t know what to do or where to look. He’s gotten rid of the hood, but there are traces of black paint around his eyes, it still clings to his brows, making him look like someone who just came home from a carnival. You want to go to him and wipe it away and tell him that he missed a spot and that he’s clumsier than you thought, but you can’t... You can only fall deeper into your awkward shyness as he raises his brows. 

He turns what appears to be the shreds of his old shirt in his hands, then dumps it into the bin, suddenly a little nervous too. There are moments when you have suspected that König might suffer from social anxiety or shyness around people, but he covers it very well. Around you, the man seems to be at ease, flirts and jokes with you often and is very straightforward with his intentions.

You wonder if he likes you so much simply because you are unattainable. 

Maybe you represent some girl next door to him, perhaps you remind him of his first love. Perhaps you happen to be something so sweet, innocent, and unreachable that he feels strong and safe in your company. Perhaps holding hands and trading a few passionate kisses feels safer than going after a real relationship… Perhaps this Will they, won’t they situation is enough excitement for him, too.

Or perhaps König has been so wounded by women that he prefers to be around a frigid – or at least very virginal – nun rather than face the dangers of approaching a real, attainable woman.

But flaunting himself like this in front of you is yet another clear sign that he, at the very least, loves to tease you to death. He looks like he’s in far better condition than yesterday, and starts to peel off the bandage like it’s just a scratch he suffered. 

“Let me help you with that,” you rush to him, silently relieved when he lets you clean the wound and change the bandage. He even lays himself down to be treated by you and smiles with his signature grin as you fuss around him.

“Not a word,” you risk a glance his way while gently cleaning the wound.

“Not a word,” he promises with a cheeky smile, and gets another erection. 

It’s even worse when he’s wearing nothing but his underwear... You can see the bulge stretching the fabric, forming a tight, thick curve right next to you as you try to focus on your task.

“Perhaps you should put some clothes on,” you offer while trying to concentrate on examining the skin for any signs of irritation.

“Eh. They’re dirty.”

“I can go and ask if they have a laundry room here,” you propose. “I could wash them for you. Do you need a new shirt?”

Ugh, what a stupid question...

“Why not,” he shrugs. “If the view is unpleasant...”

“Behave yourself now,” you say with a soft smile. “XL…?”

“At least.”

He must be getting better if he’s behaving like this... The man’s insufferable enough when he’s uninjured, but now that he’s getting pampered, he’s somehow even worse. You bite your lip as he dares to moan on the bed, too. You’ve brought him food last night, and he’s being treated carefully and touched softly, he’s getting his clothes washed for him, he’s got his own personal nun worrying about him 24/7. Of course he’s moaning.

And you’re in danger because you just love to pamper him. It feels more meaningful to treat his wounds and run on errands than do the eternal dishes at the convent. You feel like you’re saving a life here... Like someone actually needs you, depends on you. You feel so wanted, and König seems to fully agree with you.

“I could live the rest of my life like this,” he purrs on the bed as you gently put a fresh bandage in place.

“I have no doubt about that.”

“Are you really going to get me a new shirt…?” He asks with bright puppy eyes – the faked innocence is so blatant you want to throw a pillow over that face.

“If you give me some money to buy one, then yes.”

“You can have as much as you want. Buy yourself something nice while you’re at it, hmm? As a reward.”

“I don’t do this for the sake of rewards.”

“I know... But you could buy yourself anything you want. A new dress, new jeans, lingerie… Give me a little fashion show when you get back?”

König knows you’re probably the last woman on earth who’s interested in shopping sprees, let alone new jeans or sexy lingerie. Your only summer dress resides at your parent’s house as a relic from the past, a token from your life before sisterhood. But that doesn’t mean you wouldn’t want to see his face when you do a little twirl before his bed, wearing nothing but a laced bra and some matching strings… 

“Give you a fashion show?” you laugh. “When did thanking me turn into you profiting from it?”

“I’m just saying... If you need new underwear, I’d be more than happy to oblige.”

You snort and shake your head slowly. “You’re far too cheeky when you’re injured. I truly hope you get better soon.” 

“I don’t,” he crosses his arms behind his head, looking perfectly pleased with himself while lying there in nothing but his underwear. “And neither do you.”

“Excuse me? Of course I do…!”

“No, I don’t think so. You like to take care of people, I can see it. You’d make a good field medic.”

“I doubt that.”

“You remain calm under pressure,” he says. “And you take good care of me.”

“That’s only because you were silly enough to get shot.”

“...And I would do it again if it leads to this,” he grins.

“Cheeky,” you shake your head reprimandingly. “Far too cheeky.”

“You are an angel,” he says gently. “And I mean that.”

You rise to put the trash in the bin, then look back at him. “No, I’m not. I’m just some woman you bumped into in the street.”

“That’s exactly what an angel would say.”

You sigh: it’s useless with König, hopeless, like trying to wrestle with God. No matter what you say or do, he always turns it against you in the sweetest possible way. It’s like he's stripping away pieces of your armour – you fear nothing will be left before this visit is done.

“Did you eat any of the food I brought you…? You need to eat something, and drink a lot of water–” You take a look at the side table, noticing he has already eaten everything you got him last night. “Gosh. You must be getting better if you have an appetite like this...”

König only laughs on the bed. “I’m sorry, Kätzchen, but that was just a snack.”

You brought him three sandwiches, at least a dozen apples and a bag of walnuts, but they’re all gone. Of course a soldier of his size eats like a horse, and he needs all the food he can get, having gone through the wringer last night.

“I’d kill for a Schnitzel and a tall beer,” he sighs dreamily on the bed, no doubt knowing you well enough to tell that you’ll get him anything he wants if he only plays this wounded soldier role right. 

You begin to doubt if his injuries were ever that serious. It just looked bad last night because he was so tired, and there was blood everywhere... With a bleak blink, you realize most of the blood you cleaned off of him last night probably wasn’t his own.

He’s in a cheery mood now, looking at you hopefully from the bed, arms crossed behind him, legs out long, wearing nothing but those stupid black boxers and that goshdarned, sweet smile.

“Do you think you could get me one of those big Schnitzels somewhere…? You know, the really big ones.”

“Maybe,” you cross your arms over your chest, and furrow your brow when he visibly perks up on the bed a little. “I said maybe. We’ll see. And you’ll get water instead of beer.”

“Shame.”

“You don’t need alcohol right now. Plus I can’t just go and buy beer looking like this.”

He smiles. The man’s all smiles today… Probably because of all the blood loss. Or maybe because you’re the girl next door who’s going to bring him his favourite food. 

“Of course not,” he says, with hazy love in his eyes. “I am already forever in your debt, Kätzchen.”

…

It’s not a sin to take a nap together.

That’s what you tell yourself as you curl next to König after you bring him his Schnitzel, shirt, and a few bottles of sparkling water. 

“There’s plenty of room for both. Come on, I won’t bite,” he shifts on the bed and extends his hand to invite you in. 

You lay yourself down next to him and tell yourself it’s just to please a recovering man. There’s nothing sexual about it, so why not?

Still, your body is singing by the time he takes your hand in his own, wrapping both your arms around your middle like you’re an established couple about to get some sleep together.

Raindrops are slowly tapping on the window, and you tell yourself you’re just resting your eyes a bit as your lids drift closed. König is already snoring behind you, with another erection pressed against your back. You’re not intimidated by it: it only feels natural to cuddle him like this. The rain turns into a languid rap, and you know you won’t be leaving this building in a while. With the contentment of a cat who’s finally warm and safe, you fall into a deep sleep.

You stir after an hour or two, waking up to such a pleasant, safe feeling you don’t quite remember when you’ve ever felt this good. König has buried his face in your neck, somewhere in the folds of your coif, probably in an attempt to reach some skin. He pulls you closer when you try to shift, rumbling contently behind you.

“Sleep well…?”

“Mm...”

The moment is so lazy and cosy you don’t want to get up. A large, warm hand flexes against your stomach as König buries his face deeper under the veil. He reaches the skin of your neck and inhales deeply, making all the tiny hairs across your body shoot up. 

You let him kiss you there, and he does it with reverence, like he’s kissing a holy idol. It’s chaste enough but makes you go taut in his hold – in fact, you have to use all your willpower not to moan out loud.

“I think I need to go now,” you whisper, doing absolutely nothing to act on that threat.

“Mm–hm,” he agrees while keeping your body hugged tight against him. 

“König… Really, I need to get back...”

“Ja... Ok,” he mutters, hand traveling up the thick black cotton of your habit. It meets your breast and cups it without shame. You feel the hot, hard length twitching against your back, making leaving this bed less and less tantalizing.

You whine when he starts to fully paw your breast, thrusting his hips up and against your butt. The kiss turns into a love bite right after as he starts to use teeth on your neck – your back arches on instinct, a broken sigh slipping through your lips. He can't be serious... A hickey-covered neck is the last souvenir you want to bring back from this nap.

“You said you wouldn’t bite,” you whimper, but he just laughs softly. The sound is thick and breathless, cinders and smoke so close to your ear that you’re shamefully wet even without his other… advances.

The afternoon is mellow, it has stopped raining, but you wish you could stay on this spun sugar bed with him forever. You know what you want already; in your heart, you’ve made a giant decision, but the overwhelming realisation is too much to bear. 

And so you rip yourself away from his arms and flee once again. He’s the devil himself, smiling on the bed with another proud erection tenting his pants. Rushing back to the convent, adjusting your veil as you go, your mind is plagued with the image of König reaching a hand down those boxers and enjoying a long, drowsy masturbation session while you have to hurry home for Mass.

Christ… 

It only took 24 hours to make you melt in his arms like snow.

And the “naps” become a habit as you haul him food or clothes, new from the store or clean and warm from the drier. You bring him a fresh pair of boxers, too, since he only had the clothes on his back when he was shot. He’s ever so grateful for his saving angel, who he gets to cuddle “as a reward”. You don’t quite know if it's a reward for you or him.

Sometimes, he’s cleaning his gun or doing wall pushups when you arrive, indicating that he’s still recovering but getting better every day – and more restless by the minute. At some point, you’re not even napping anymore; you only lay down with him to snuggle and make out, feeling like a shy teen when you only let him touch you over your clothes. His hands explore you literally everywhere except between your legs because that’s when you gently guide his eager paws away.

You wonder if this is what drugs feel like to some people. You’re fully in the present moment, swimming in a soft bliss, calm and whole and sweet and good. Everything in the world is just as it should be.

“If you ever come to Austria, I will take you to the mountains,” König mumbles nonsense into your hair, freed one day from the confines of your veil and coif. It’s a surrender in every meaning of the word – your clothes are the last literal protection you have against his attempts to worship you.

“Perhaps we’ll stay there... Forget all this,” he chatters lazily, clearly in the same sweet bubble as you. “Ja, that sounds good… I’ll keep you there until you come to your senses.”

“That sounds like a kidnapping scenario,” you comment with a soft smile on your lips.

“Ah. My plan is ruined.” 

You crane your head to look at him. “No... Not ruined.” 

“No?”

“Just exposed.”

You figure it was only a matter of time before this snuggle turned into another make out session. This time, the shared kiss is purposeful, full of presence and slow need. The anxiety is gone, the rights and wrongs of this world tucked somewhere far away.

“We need to stop doing this,” you whisper into his mouth, brain turning into mush from the way he holds you so gently.

“Why…? It feels nice…”

You can’t argue with that, and when his hands start to travel, you do nothing to stop them. 

He slides a palm down your curves, pulls you closer by the waist, cups your butt when you don’t seem to protest. Usually, this sort of behaviour has been a little too much, you have treated it as a bridge that shouldn’t be crossed. Now, you let his hand travel down your thigh, you allow him to grab a handful of your skirt and slowly, slowly drag it up.

When you still don’t protest, his unhurried kiss turns into a delighted, hungry one. 

He finds nothing but skin underneath your dress, and starts to explore your thigh with a trembling hand. He's warm and big, both gentle and calloused, and you can’t help but think how obscene you must look with your black robes dragged up like that, a man’s hand desperately searching for the treasure between your legs while your mouths devour each other in a slow, sloppy kiss. 

His fingers slide up, up, up until they meet the fabric of your panties, then come to a halt right above the mound of your sex. In both horror and thrill, you find your thighs parting, inviting him in, heart racing in your chest as König finds your underwear not only wet but soaked through.

That’s when he groans – into your mouth, hot breaths hitting your face as he examines you through the panties like it’s business as usual that you’re so wet. You’re both ashamed and exhilarated – you haven’t even shaved. And he’s about to…

“Mh–”

You feel him probe the side of the fabric, then casually sliding your poor, soaked underwear aside. Your wet folds are exposed to cold air and warm fingers; the last of your armour, your pride and shame and vows, drift away like they were made of nothing but simple steam. 

He drags his fingers across your folds, unhurried and pleased to meet you so ready. The fact that this man could crush your windpipe or break your spine, he could grab your thighs and force them apart like sticks, have his way with you if he wanted, doesn’t make you afraid of him like it probably should. You know he would never hurt you, but the intensity, the intimacy in his glare and touch, are enough to make the air around you feel electric. 

“You’ve never been with anyone…?” 

The question is breathless and thick, causing your core to tighten.

“No…” 

Is it that obvious…?

“Hmm.”

“‘Hmm’ what…?”

“Nothing. You’re sweet.”

He doesn’t try to steal a peek at your glistening sex, all bared and slick for him. He only has eyes for you. Your rushed breaths, how they hitch in your throat when he brushes a thumb over your clit. Your lids, fluttering over defenceless eyes as you try to search for something to ground you. But there’s nothing to hold on to but him, so you anchor yourself in the dark hunger of his eyes.

“I tried to leave you alone. I truly tried, Kätzchen… But you’re so sweet it’s illegal.”

The words hit you, loaded with lust, but you’re too weak to answer him anymore. Pitch-black darkness stares back at you as the sounds of your drenched pussy fill the room. You want to touch him too, but you’re too shy, still trying to silence the buzzing beehive of your brain and come to terms with the fact that this is actually happening. 

“I should’ve come back for you… I knew I should have, right away. I was too dumb, meine Liebling…”

Starved and dreamy, he looks down at you, whole body tight as you hold on to him and take in his confession. Only, you feel like you’re the one who’s confessing here… He seems to read you like a book, giving you just enough to keep that adoring look on your face.

He slips a finger in, and you stop breathing for a second, the room seems to go darken, even when it’s high noon. Time slows down while your heart thunders in your chest, giving you a sense of urgency where there is none. Pulling out and adding another finger straight away, he ushers a mewl out of you.

Your fingers curl around his shirt, pulling and tugging it as you try to keep intact. A deep rumble echoes in his chest when he sees you so pliant, clutching him like you’re drowning. 

“I know you want this,” he says, voice so rough that you barely recognize it’s him. “Don’t hold back…”

You try to beg him for more but the words come out as a whimper without a voice, causing something dark to flash behind his eyes. That’s all the reply you get: a pleased, filthy stare of someone who’s about to wreck you up. He must like his victims like this, too: on their backs, begging for mercy before he finishes them…

Blinking in despair, you try to drive the intrusive thoughts away, but he’s already upon you. Crossing the last breath of air between you, he captures your mouth in his.

You can do nothing but take, take, take: his fingers and his mouth, greedy for the rapture that’s already blooming in the distance, rising like a tidal wave. He won’t stop kissing you even when you spread your legs further – to what end, you don’t even know, because he fucks you without effort, keeps you pressed against him in a way that says you’re his.

You squeeze your eyes shut, tasting him, your whole body going tense before you erupt with a miserable, pained moan.

You reach the peak and break, right into his mouth, around his fingers, the weight of it all almost unbearable. He groans on your tongue, kissing you while you milk his fingers, your inner walls hugging him in waves.

Nothing moves except you, the shudders and squirms gradually leaving your body while he draws circles on your clit, lazy and somewhat absent-minded, like you’re his favourite toy now.

The release brings with it a roaring wave of sadness, a deep grief, something that has been locked up inside you for months – no, years, now brought to the surface from the bottom of a stagnant sea.

He lets you go reluctantly, releasing your mouth so you can breathe more freely. Burying his face into your neck, you decide to do the same, escaping to the solace of his strength while trying to prevent tears from welling up. 

König doesn’t yet understand that your release continues as a cleansing wave of relief; he only pulls out, slowly and carefully, gently sets your panties back where they were, straightens your dress, and hugs you as if nothing ever happened. 

You start to cry in full, not even knowing why. You just know you’ve wanted this for ages. This connection, this ecstasy, this mutual presence and fulfilment, this sense of belonging to someone. 

“Scheiße… Did I do something wrong?” 

König finally realizes you’re crying, and grows taut from the middle like an iron cord. The pure concern in his voice only makes you bawl louder and grip him tighter, and the man starts to veritably panic.

“Kätzchen, I–”

“No, no,” your jaw is shaking as you try to explain. “I just… It’s…”

You’re hugging him so tight that you don’t know where you end and he begins, but as König caresses your back, swallowing as he does it, you eventually come back down to planet Earth and back to this bed. 

“Did you like it…?” He asks, still with so much worry that you could announce your love for this man right away.

“Yes… Very much.”

“Gut.”

You think about returning the favour, but selfishly, you’d want nothing more than to stay here like this, in his arms, for just a few more minutes. Or an hour... Well, if you got to decide, you’d stay here for the rest of your life.

“Come here,” he says while you’re already locked in an inseparable embrace. He doesn’t make a single move to coax you into touching him in return, and after a few seconds, your voice comes out as a frail question.

“Should I… Do you want me to–?”

“Shh.”

…

Six months without him. 

Six months, and now you couldn’t bear to be apart from him for six hours.

You’re glad you were sensible enough to shave before running to him that morning. Making up more excuses about how you’re seeing your friend because she just suffered a terrible loss and needs some spiritual and emotional support, you sneak a couple of blocks down the street to see König. If anyone suspects something, they say nothing, but you feel the lies as a grimy cloak upon your shoulders as you hurry up the stairs of the B&B.

The shadows dissipate when König catches you in his arms. You get smothered with kisses as he spins you around, making you chastise him for being so careless with the wound. 

It’s, of course, difficult to scold a man who’s kissing you so profusely… You’re starting to feel like he wants it to open again so that he never has to leave this place. To be honest, you wouldn’t mind it either if you two stayed here forever.

“You’re crazy, and silly, and I like you,” you tell him while looking down at him – a strange thing to do, even if the man has picked you up like this once before. 

“Is that so?” 

His eyes always light up when he sees you, but now, he looks like a man in love.

“Yes... I like you a lot.”

“And I like you. Do you want to see how much?” 

He gives you that slightly crooked grin that reminds you of feline predators, or fantasy creatures who are up to no good. He also moves quickly for a man of his size, and before you know it, you’re thrown on the bed like a sack of potatoes. As you laugh and try to adjust yourself on the bedding, he’s already on his knees, head quickly disappearing under your robe.

God, he’s not going to–

“What are you doing…?” 

“Giving you a kiss,” comes a muffled voice under your dress.

He’s headed straight between your legs, two days worth of coarse stubble scraping the insides of your thighs as he goes.

“But… But what about your injuries?” You try to scurry upwards on the bed, hands shooting instinctively to hold his head in place before he does something utterly shameless. 

“König–”

“Sei ruhig.” 

God – you’re not the most confident woman when it comes to these things to begin with. It’s one thing for a man to lay his fingers on you and look you in the eyes while you cum, and another thing entirely to place his mouth where you’re wet and aching. 

What if he won’t like it...?

What if you’re not beautiful enough there? 

...What if you taste odd? 

You’re shy, as any woman would be on their first time getting head. You’re infinitely grateful to yourself for shaving because there’s a delighted, surprised sound under the robe when König strips you from your underwear.

“For me…?” 

He’s smiling at your pussy, voice dampened by the thick cotton, and you thank God that he can’t see your mortified face right now.

You brace yourself for a delicate kiss, maybe a tentative lick or two. But the soft tenderness of yesterday is gone as König presses his whole face into your sex, giving it a good inhale followed by a good, sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. 

Wrenched awake from your semi-relaxed state, you jerk up on the bed as he does it again. Then come the flat-tongued, starved licks – your pussy wakes up after recovering from the initial shock, giving a full throb against his stubbled jaw. König breathes a short laugh against you, pleased with this response.

The noise of him “kissing” you is obscene and only gets worse when he drags his tongue up and down your slit. You truly hope the doors here are solid wood because you can’t stifle all the sounds that escape you. For some reason, it is vital for you not to let the old receptionist know that a humble sister of Christ is getting licked to ruin in his establishment. 

You’re stunned, and a bit appalled – was this all it took to turn your nose up to your vows? A big man with big arms and a big gun? Some guy who wants to get under your dress after a few weeks of acquaintance…?

Because that’s what this is, a few weeks’ acquaintance currently under your robes, eating you out like you’re his last meal. 

The things you’ve imagined him do to you are shameful; even now, you fantasize about König picking you up and taking you against a wall when he gets better. This man treats you right, he treats you sweet, but you want more, you need something earthly and raw, and him lapping you under your habit is precisely that. It’s ravenous and adorable at the same time, so conflicting that you don’t know who you are anymore. 

You’re going through several stages of ego death and bliss; you’re going through a crisis of faith and multiple rebirths while König is having a field day with your pussy. It should concern you that he’s so eager to wreck you like this. It should arouse suspicion that the playful aura of this man changes whenever he gets between your legs... He becomes deliciously dark somehow, dark and base and addictive, and you wind into another plane of existence with him, to someplace only reserved for you two. 

“König,” you whisper. “I’m– I’m about to cum…”

“Uh-huh. You have my permission.” 

It’s dark, again, so smooth and rich that your inner walls clench, then flood with pleasure and pain. The inevitable orgasm is thigh-shaking and soul-ripping, your moans long and pitiful now. They’re not whimpers but cries, bare and pained as he continues to bully you with his tongue, grunting silky sin into your core. 

You can feel yourself leak on his chin as you cum, violently, forgetting the whole existence of the man downstairs. He turns you into an overstimulated, limp, heady mess – your chest is heaving by the time König emerges from under your robes.

“Oh God…” 

It simply escapes from your lips when you see how wet his jaw is. There’s a pussydrunk look in his eyes as he takes a look at his good work.

All thoughts of What if he doesn’t enjoy it evaporate when you see the demanding erection between his legs, pointing at you so viciously that you feel pity for the fabric of his pants.

“Ja... I made you see God?”

“Stop it… You’re so cheeky...”

“Eh. And you’re technically still a virgin. We need to fix that, don’t you think?”

“I don’t feel like a virgin.” 

“Well… I can take the blame.” He gives you a naughty little wink. “Remember? I would go to hell for you.”

And as if you weren’t in over your head already, he starts to drag your robes up. Too limp to do anything about him unravelling you like that – not even wanting to prevent it – you continue to catch your breath as his eyes go wide.

“This is what you’ve been hiding under here all this time…?”

He tucks the thick fabric up until your breasts are exposed. You’re not wearing any bra; you stopped wearing them years ago as useless and immoral. Your nipples perk up from excitement under his stare, your panties wrenched down in a hurry, now crumpled and forgotten somewhere between your thighs – the look on his face is priceless as he takes in the view of your exposed body like you’re a Christmas present he just opened. 

“You naughty girl…” he says thickly, and while you’ve received plenty of attention these last two days, it still makes you feel odd to be adored like this. His hawk eyes fly back to you, the corner of his mouth tugging up with some new, nasty idea.

“Want to see what I got?”

Oh God…

You don’t even get to express your consent – which would be enthusiastic – before König pulls the waistband of his boxers down. 

The cock that springs free is long and thick, heavy and red-pink from the tip that’s pointing straight at you. Curving slightly to the side, it’s even bigger than you thought, somehow having been rendered harmless by his pants, making it seem hefty but never that tall.

Your friend was right about him – tall men have tall dicks… Big hands indicate a big dick, too, you remember as you watch how he wraps tall, lean fingers around himself, giving his shaft a slow half-stroke. 

“You want to practice with me?”

You quickly rip your eyes up to his – you’re the world’s lousiest nun, caught staring at a cock like that. König only seems proud that you’re so intrigued by it, his eyes watching over you with dark amusement. 

“Uh–huh,” you swallow and nod – Christ, your voice is breaking… 

And whatever he means by “practising”, you can only hope that he’s not going to put it inside. There’s not even a condom for crying out loud. 

It’s a sigh-inducing thing when he gets to it, rests the heavy head of him on your clit, then drags the fat tip down across your folds.

“F–uck…” his head falls back a bit, lids fluttering closed from the way your slickness feels against him. That’s the most sensitive spot in a man – more of your friend’s advice floods your brain as you watch how he does it again, rasping while guiding himself up and down your slit.

You’ve never seen him so serious: his brows furrow together as he explores your folds, spreading your wetness all over himself while stroking his length. Agonizingly slow, you can see his balls hang heavy and gradually pull tight as he continues to work his cock. 

You know you should touch him, return the favour at last – but it’s hard to interrupt a moment like this. You’re mesmerized to see him already tensing from the chest up, the tendons on his neck becoming visible as he grits his teeth together.

“Kätzchen…” he rasps, “Would you mind if I…”

You fear that he’ll ask for permission to slip it inside, tempted and weak-willed. And to be honest, you’re not sure if you’d have the will to deny him.

But that’s not what he has in mind, apparently, as he begins to fist himself in a slack hurry, with half-lidded eyes and a slightly open mouth. He just wants to cum like this and ease the pain that must be terrible after days of sexual tension…

And seeing you laid out before him, naked and dreamy and bare, licked stupid just moments ago isn’t helping, that’s for sure.

“No,” you whisper, “No I won’t mind…”

You brave your heart to reach out and touch him: it’s just a shy hand gliding down his chest, but it makes him groan from pleasure. A brush of fingertips across his abs, and his muscles contract, and when you slide your palm over his hipbone and coax him to come closer, he finally leans forward and on top of you.

“Kätzchen…” he groans in whispers now. “You’re so wet…”

He could slip it in from this position, search for your opening and rough it inside. It’s tempting, so alluring that you almost say please – but that would be a catastrophe, and so you only look up at him, speechless when he supports himself on his hands and starts to glide up and down, fucking himself between your thighs. 

The bulged tip caresses your clit each time he pulls back – you doubt you can cum another time like this, but he sure as hell tries his everything to get you off too. 

“You want it…” he grunts above you. “You want me to fuck you. Right...?”

“Yes… But–”

“I’ll get a condom.”

“No, wait–” 

Now it's your turn to panic. You were always taught that condoms are unacceptable, while simultaneously, you know you could never do it raw, not even with König.

This is a moral choice you've never had to face before, and your brain is no use to you now. It's riddled with chants of Put it in and Forget about the bloody plastic because even with your zero experience you know it wouldn't feel as good as skin.

"No? It's a sin or something?" 

König pants above you, both tired and needy, and you nod with pleading eyes, not knowing what else to do. 

"Ok… Ok," he adjusts to the new reality while hovering on the brink of eruption. "I'll talk you out of it later..."

You give him a small smile, and he answers it with his own, slowly, starts to move again. Just the feel of the smooth surface of his cock dragging up and down your slit is enough to bite your lip and moan. Sliding your hands over his waist and down his butt, you give him a good squeeze–

And were he inside you, the effects would have been disastrous.

He cums abruptly, with a stiff, broken groan as soon as your nails dig into his skin. Hot, heavy seed meets your folds; it’s thick, the spurts neverending as he continues to fuck himself between your thighs with little control. How you still have anything left to give, you cannot comprehend, but the sudden, messy orgasm of this indomitable man makes you cum as well. 

Everything’s hot and sticky and dreamlike, almost pornographic, your thighs drenched in cum as he ruts through the orgasm with you. You roll your hips in sync with his, arriving at the end of your own mellow, beautiful peak, wondering how on earth it can only get better every time you have sex… 

The afterwaves are magical; you basically came together, and it hasn’t even been in yet. If this is what sex is like, mind-blowing and relaxing, hot and sweet and fulfilling with the right person, then you feel both dumb and proud for saving yourself for König.

And you’re starting to realize that you might just have a boyfriend…

No – not a boyfriend.

You have a man.

…

König orders food – or goes downstairs in nothing but his shirt and boxers and makes the poor man order it – while you lie in bed, under covers, still high from all the lovemaking. The room must be smelling like a sex cave by now. 

You take a quick shower while waiting for the delivery, mentally berating yourself for being so reckless. Having a man cum all over your folds is not exactly a safe way to practice sex… You’re doing everything wrong, asking König if he has any diseases when he comes back. 

He just pulls you back into his arms with a gentle laugh and says: “What do you take me for, a jerk? Of course I’m clean, silly kitty.”

That calms your nerves a little. You’re feeling anything but virginal right now, and putting on the black, heavy robes of a nun doesn’t sit well with you. You leave them on the floor, making König a very happy man by deciding to sit on the bed completely naked. 

You reach for the comforter when there’s a knock on the door, and clutch it against your chest like a paid woman while König pays the courier – still in his black boxers and t-shirt, like he’s just a guy who happens to live here.

“What...? Eat?”

The smell of Nepalese food fills the room: the rich, mouthwatering scents in stark contrast to what you’re used to at the convent’s kitchen. Butter chickens, lamb koftas and flatbreads are laid out steaming on the bed between you, and König attacks the food like someone who hasn’t seen a meal in weeks.

It makes you smile; him being so happy with simple things such as good food and some kinky sex, a nice cuddle and a nap to top it off. He munches on the food with his mouth open because it’s so hot – the man’s secretly so greedy that you can’t help but wonder if he had enough love, food and shelter as a child.

“Do you do this often?” You ask when he rips another handful of flatbread to dip in the sauce. 

“Seduce women.”

“Seduce…?” He laughs. “Kätzchen, I couldn’t seduce a woman even if I tried.”

You’re unsure if he’s dodging the question or being humble – or worse yet, if it means you’ve been an easy conquest.

“You just did,” you point out, realizing you’re sulking when König tilts his head with curiosity. 

“Oh. I’m sorry… Did it hurt?”

You grab a pillow to throw at him, but he dodges it and laughs.

“Careful with the food…!”

And of course he isn’t. 

You decide it’s useless with him, and besides, jealousy is not a good look. But you just can’t help it... You’re so in love that it’s not even funny anymore.

To you, he’s a hero and a God in one man, he’s both Satan and the Saviour. But to König, you’re probably just a nice foreign friend... Some cute nun he met months ago, who he finally gets to grope and taste and, hopefully, soon fuck. He says he doesn’t have time for women, and yet he licks you like a professional – not like you know what a professional in this area feels like, but it’s pretty clear that König is not a virgin even if you are. 

It must be nice to live a dangerous life and bump into women on the street... Woo them off their feet and leave them yearning, then get shot and cared for by some fussy, naive nun who’s head over heels for him. Perhaps it’s his favourite pastime hobby to torture ladies with flowers and letters and some cock and then leave like a cowboy. You wonder if he has a girl in every city – girls who aren’t nuns, girls who know how to show him a good time.

“Kitten... I’m not like that,” he says, a curry-drenched piece of bread dripping sauce over his fingers. “I only hold hands with you. Now that you finally let me.”

And you don’t know what’s more decadent: eating naked on the bed after making love, or being a Catholic nun who’s about to beg a man to fuck you, with or without a condom.

He finally notices he’s about to make a mess on the sheets, and gobbles the food as quickly as he can before there’s sauce all over the bed. Licking his fingers with dark, glimmering eyes set on you, you quickly focus your attention on the food.

The bastard is flirting with you every chance he gets, even when you two are trying to eat... 

“Is this what you call holding hands?” You ask, reaching for a piece of bread he's offering you.

König looks at you a while longer, with an expression he sometimes wears when conversing about serious, deep subject, the issues of God and Heart.

“This is what I call liking someone so much it hurts.”

…

König learns your body language; he knows it like a native speaker by the end of the week. 

You, on the other hand, learn that he’s ticklish on the sides of his stomach and behind the ears. You discover that he gets hard if you caress his abs or whisper in his ear that you like him... You learn everything about what kind of handjobs he likes; you find out that he almost rips the sheets apart when you take him in your mouth.

You lie on top of him, you lie under him, you let him hold you any way he likes. He moves you around like a doll, kisses you until you’re soaked, laughs into your neck when you tell him he’s being impossible again. He loves your breasts religiously, bites and nibs and licks them until you grab his head and tell him you can’t take it anymore. He has an oral fixation for your body and has to kiss every part of you: your inner thighs, your hip bones, the quivering place just below the navel; your neck and fingers and arms, even the arch of your foot. 

You receive attention only reserved for saints, and fear that someone will notice the smell of cum on you, or the musk of a man, lingering in your hair. Your sisters could easily notice your flushed lips if they wanted to. They could see the dreamy smiles, eyes that have just seen God, but everyone is looking inward, and no one sees how you rebel against the Lord right under their nose.

You stay strong in your no condoms policy, but practice with König every day; you practice so much that his wound opens and starts to bleed.

“Oh my God…”

“Heh… It’s okay,” he says as your stare drifts down to the side of his stomach. The bandage is slowly blooming with red, and your crazy soldier would simply go on if you didn’t order him to lie down. 

You’re both naked as you start to patch him up, convinced that this is some sort of a punishment for being so reckless. König only smiles on the bed while you treat him; it’s like his master plan finally worked.

“I like it when you take care of me,” he explains while you clean up the wound. You raise your stare, and in place of a horny, able-bodied man, there’s briefly a boy, a kid who used to make himself sick as a child to get at least some attention.

“Has no one ever taken care of you…?” 

“Not really.”

He grunts when the antiseptic seeps inside the wound – you wince, sympathetic to his pain.

“Is that why you like me?” You try to chitchat and take his attention away from it, secretly nervous when fishing for details on why he would want to be with someone like you.

“There are many reasons why I like you.” 

“Such as…?”

“Your smile, for starters... I like that. And then… I really like your ass.”

“König...”

“What, I’m not allowed to?”

You purse your lips to scold him, but really, your heart hurts so much it burns. There are a million doors to this man, but he only keeps one or two open at a time, to prevent an attack of some sort. 

“I like your devotion,” he says, finally with some serious air about him. “Your kindness. You don’t hurt people.”

“...But you do,” you whisper. It’s not an accusation, only a comment. 

“I would never hurt you.”

The playfulness is gone, and while you miss it, you also like it when König gets fragile like this, stripping himself of all the shields that make him a strong, confident merc.

“Sometimes we have to fight for the things we love,” he continues, probably explaining why he endorses violence.

“Killing is a sin,” you say, more to yourself than to him. 

“Kätzchen... You can’t tell me it’s a sin to kill the ones who would try to hurt you. You can’t tell me it’s not love to hurt them back.”

You look at him, calm and adoring on the bed. He’s so sure of his choices, like an archangel set on the borders of Eden with a flaming sword in his hand... 

And the rose is starting to unfurl, the enigma finally unravelling itself. You’re the sacred Other, the opposite of him, you’re the great Mystery he’s infatuated with. You have peace and faith and hope and love: everything he lacks. 

And he’s the opposite of you. Fierce, vengeful, violent… Hopeless, suffering, without peace. Ready to dive into the world and bathe in it, be it a pool filled with love or blood.

He’s searching for the answers, too, only in different ways.

“And no one ever will.”

“No one’s trying to kill or hurt me,” you whisper, trying to stand brave under that flaming stare. But he’s stronger than you, even when recovering. He pulls you back to the bed and in his arms because that’s where you simply belong now, and caresses your cheek, as gently as you caressed his withered flower in your cell.

…

You know your days at the convent are coming to an end, but when the abbess gives you a warning after the fifth day of you skipping half of your chores, appointments and prayers, you go to see her. 

Without mentioning König or what you’ve been up to lately, you simply tell her you’ve decided to move on with your life. You say you’ve studied your soul for months now, coming to a conclusion that the life of a nun doesn’t suit you after all. 

These things happen, and people have left before; it’s nothing new under the sun that a nun or a monk wishes to return to the world. This is not a prison, you remind yourself, knowing that your departure will send some waves through the place but that eventually, people will go on with their lives.

You will probably be forgotten in a year: someone else will take your place, and you will continue your adventures someplace far away from here… Or that’s what you hope. 

But even if things didn’t work out with König, and you somehow ended up alone, it has become clear that you can’t stay here and continue this double life.

König’s offer doesn’t sound too bad: the Austrian Alps sound very enticing, actually. A simple life away from the buzz of the city is a golden opportunity for you; peace and faith can remain in your life without preventing you from participating in it. If only you knew whether he was kidding when he said that…

“Are you sure, sister? This seems like a rash decision.”

“Yes. I’m sure. I… I think I have found something,” you try to awkwardly explain. 

“Something… Or someone?”

“I just know that I can’t stay here. It’s not right.”

“On that, I agree.”

You go through the procedures, ritualistic, almost. The abbess asks whether you understand that this cannot be undone: you can’t just leave and then come back if you change your mind. The doors of the Church will always remain open to you, but your vows cannot be renewed, not in this convent. If this acquaintance of yours turns out to be a disappointment, you cannot simply come back here, don your robes, and start over.

She’s only doing her duty, and you try to listen respectfully, nodding as she lists the things that will be out of your grasp after you walk out those doors. Thinking that everything’s settled, you inform her you’ll leave today, to which she puckers her brows.

“My dear. Don’t you owe it to this convent to meditate on this for one more day? Don’t you owe it to yourself, to the Lord...? I’m sure the world can wait a few more hours.”

You sigh, bow your head, and bend to her will. 

She’s right; you can’t just leave as if all the years of joy and peace here meant nothing. You have people to say goodbye to, and you owe it to God to say your prayers, not your last, but last behind these walls. You haven’t even attended the evening mass these days; it’s like you stopped being a nun when a certain Austrian soldier asked if you wanted to take a nap with him.

You receive lots of well wishes, hugs, even tears when you tell others you’re leaving. Embarrassed that you almost got rid of your robes and sneaked out to another secret lover’s meeting without even saying farewell, you meet everyone with full presence until you find yourself crying too. 

You catch very little envy in your sisters, but there are some who look at you with jealous disdain when you tell them that no, you don’t even have an apartment yet, nor a job, but that you’ll take your new life as a gift and face it like an exciting adventure. 

Thinking about König all day long, you can’t wait for tomorrow so you can tell him the good news. You hope he understands that you can’t visit him every day, even if it has been your silent agreement that you knock on his door before noon. It’s a good thing that the poor man gets some rest: you can tickle and giggle and practice with him tomorrow to your heart’s content, it’s not like he’ll disappear in the next 24 hours.

He’s in König now; all that bliss resides with him and the moments when you two break bread together, or wash each other, tell each other silly secrets on the bed, fall asleep after a round of good sex.

Except that that’s exactly what you fear while you go about your day. 

Sorrow and excitement mix in your heart with bittersweet torment, but what haunts you most is that you no longer find God in the great hall where your sisters sing. You don’t feel His presence during the Mass. 

Sun sets behind the window, and you sigh while peeking out of your nunnery turned prison. Silence weighs upon you like a blanket, but you can’t get any sleep. 

There’s a sudden “clack” on the window, followed by rap, small pebbles or something clattering against the glass. You rise to sit on the bed, instantly thinking of König and his stupid, silly threats.

The longing is awful, it’s even worse when König was away for half a year because now you actually have something to miss. You wonder if he’s watching the same sweet skies as you, if he’s worried or hurt when you didn’t visit him today.

You wonder if the man has only shrugged his shoulders and left…

It can’t be…

There’s another clack, then another, until you jump from under the covers and go to the window, opening it without even remembering to be quiet. 

As soon as the windowpane glides open and you peek out, you meet König and his stare.

“What are you– You can’t be here...!”

“I was just about to sing,” he grins without even bothering to tone down his voice, letting the remaining gravel in his hand fall to the ground.

Bending his knees, he swiftly jumps up, pulling himself to the window sill like it’s easy parkour, probably opening that goshdarn wound again in the process. No wonder men die younger – you’d have to tie this specimen to a sturdy lamp post if you wanted him to stay put...

Throwing a pair of long legs over the sill, he makes himself at home, forcing you to take a good few steps back as he simply waltzes inside your room.

“You didn’t come to see me today,” he says like it’s some kind of an explanation for this silliness.

“Oh, for God’s sake,” you roll your eyes. “Something came up, and I had to stay here.” 

If you tell him that you’ve just renounced your vows, there’s no way you’ll get him out. He’d just say you must celebrate the good news by making love all night. 

“That’s alright,” he says amiably. “I’ll just visit you.”

Trying to argue with whispers doesn’t really help your cause. König only smiles down on you like a cheerful, jovial sun.

“But... It’s... You can’t be here…!” 

“I promise I’ll behave.”

“You and your promises… We both know how well you keep those. Go back before you get me into trouble, silly. We can see each other tomorrow.”

“But I want to see you today.” 

“Well, you’ve seen me,” you extend your hands to your sides, knowing you’ve already lost. “You can go back now.”

“I don’t think so.” 

He takes another step, forcing you to back away until you bump into your bed. Crossing the final breath between you, he pulls you into a kiss.

So much for contemplating your choices and dedicating your last night as a nun to God…

And it’s laughable how fast he rids you of your clothes these days. It’s stupid how fast you’re able to help him get undressed…  You all but tear the clothes off each other; actually, you can hear a seam rip when you both yank the shirt over his head, the new black t-shirt you just bought him a few days ago. 

Does he even know what he’s doing to you…?

Muscles rippling in the fading sunlight, he’s a god mortalized. Body built as a weapon to rip or ram his way through enemies, to you, he’s only ever been the source of joy and pleasure.

You could pray on the altar of his pecs, sing songs and chants to his lips, worship the bunching muscles of his thighs, kneel before the thing that rests thick between them. The sheer width of him is enough to make you drunk: desire pools, brims, until you feel like you can’t breathe anymore. 

You lay yourself on the bed, and he follows, like a big panther or a prowling titan. The bed sags as he sets his knee on it, it wails when crawls on top of you. Heavy cock swinging between his thighs, it seems like a cruel joke that you chose this man to be your first. 

And you didn’t expect that you’d lose your virginity this way: in your old room at the holy convent you swore yourself to a few years ago. You didn’t expect you’d lose it to a giant soldier who starts to frantically search for a condom after you whisper to him you’re done with practising.

While theoretically a sin, you’re more sullen with the prospect that you won’t be able to feel the silken hardness of him now that he rolls the plastic on. A little too enthusiastically – as if he hadn’t seen a woman in weeks, let alone cummed all over one two times yesterday. 

Still, you find heat pooling down your stomach as he approaches you, keen and eager and as hard as a man can get when he sees something that he likes.

He doesn’t need to part your legs: you do it for him, and when he sees your pussy all puffed up, leaking a thin stream down on the bed, his brows knit together, the expression reminding you of approaching thunder in summer.

His gaze is heavy like midnight when he guides it back to you – always back to you and your eyes, even if there’s a whole feast down there, prepared just for him. The backs of your thighs meet his as he slowly crawls forward, spreading your legs further apart before the battering ram. 

“Kitten...” he rumbles. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”

The springs continue to wail beneath you: it’s like the whole world is against you today, even the stupid bed making it far too likely to get caught. And if you get caught, it won’t be just by some shocked sisters screaming when they find a man inside your room… It will be by them screaming when they find him inside you.

And he doesn’t seem to even care.

“Ach so my little nun… I hope we don’t break the bed,” he smirks.

“I hope you don’t break the bed…”

“You want me to take you down there instead?” 

He nods in the direction of the floor, and you can only blink – your soldier boyfriend is offering to fuck you on the cold cement as if it’s some kind of an option.

“I’m not having my first time on a floor,” you grump.

“Heh. Thought so, princess.”

The possibility of getting caught makes him visibly excited. Hell, it makes you excited... You wonder if he’s an adrenaline junkie, leading a dangerous life and having a life-threatening job, now choosing to try his luck at fucking a nun at a cloister.

You don’t want to be a challenging conquest or a kinky story told to some fellow soldiers at a bar… You want to be a commitment; you want to mean something to him. But you can’t escape the fact that this setting is turning you on. You’re even worse than him, spreading your legs and hoping he’d touch you with that cock; just drag it down your lips and glide it in already.

His gaze is heavy, blue steel, blazing in the darkness as he looks at you so wanton on the bed, a simple crucifix on the wall as the only witness to your deeds. This must be one of the craziest things you’ve done in your life…

Replacing his hand with the head of his cock, he finally lets you have what you need. The tip of him is hot, even when covered in thin plastic, and the sight of him, large and powerful and dark, looming godlike above you, makes you think of pagan heroes and kings. To you, he’s all men in one, the sheer mass of him making your thighs tremble from want.

With a curious finger sliding down the wet, heavy seam of you, he swears when meeting you so pliant and wet. Thanks to your constant “practising”, you’re always slightly aroused, getting in the mood the instant you see him.

Contrary to your belief, having sex multiple times a day doesn’t, in fact, stifle sexual desire but adds to it… It’s like you’ve opened Pandora’s box together, only the box contained all the pleasure in the world instead.

“Are you ready, kitten…?” 

“Yes,” you breathe. “Just… We need to be quiet…”

His smile is a flash of a grin in the falling darkness. “I’ll try my best.”

The sound that leaves the back of his throat is a deprived, hoarse moan. He seems to be enjoying it more than anything while you’re trying to remember how to breathe, but when he settles fully in and stays there, you start to actually feel something… Something thick, and heady. 

Settling to your entrance, he tells you to relax, and you try your best with that; you truly do.

But nothing can prepare you for it, the fat head of him sliding in, smoothly and with a spread that leaves you gasping. The fulfilment is phenomenal – you try to remind yourself to relax your muscles as he pushes a few inches in, and then some more, and then some more. More, more, more, until you start to feel your inner walls wake up with alarm. 

Seated so deep that his balls arrive to touch your flesh, your body starts to accept him, squeeze him, hug him.

And it feels good. In a way, it’s the best feeling in the world.

He groans, slightly high-pitched and surprised; perhaps you’re tighter than he expected, or perhaps he can feel the hugging thing… 

Your cheeks are panging with heat – the whole building is silent except for the broken breaths of you two, and the lewd sounds of fucking on your chaste bed not made to take this sort of abuse. Growing only wetter and wetter, you try to keep your moans lodged inside your throat as he starts to fuck you with determination, seeing that you’re enjoying yourself. 

Pulling out the slightest bit, he chooses to head straight back, apparently not wanting to be deprived of your heat even for a second. Thrust by thrust, he pulls out more, allowing you to get used to what it feels like. The bed is absolutely horrid, creaking every time he buries himself back in. 

It’s a punishing of sorts, his cock knocking the air out of you every now and then. The slap of his balls against you is sinful – your room has seen nothing like this, nothing but some shy solo action every few months. Now you’re spread wide open for a good pounding, his hips reaching a pace that makes the rest of the world slowly dissolve. 

Realizing he might be a bit too enthusiastic with a woman who’s a first-timer, he swallows and slows down his pace, causing you to almost scream with frustration. 

“Am I being too rough…?” He asks, panting like he just ran ten miles. Plugged deep inside you, you can feel his cock throbbing and pulling near the point of cumming – perhaps another reason why he stopped.

“No… No.” 

You sound puny under him, fingers flexing over his skin, the great ribs flaring in reply under your touch.

“You want more?” 

“Mm. Needy little thing...” 

“...Yes.”

Huffing in the hollow of your neck, he breaks into a smile and licks his lips. 

You barely catch the hint of degrading tone in his voice, a mocking, something about the way you’re so wet and needy for him stroking his ego just the right way.

Knowing that he’s here for reasons other than just sex doesn’t change the fact that you enjoy getting sweaty with him, spiralling into a state of total surrender. Ten times more powerful than the most blissful experiences with your God, you want to come here for worship again and again, to have his body entangled with yours. 

Ecstatic that you just came, König no longer holds back; he doesn’t even let you gather the remaining pieces of your sanity before he starts to chase his own peak. Taking what he needs from you, the trusts turn into short, quick pumps, some foul German curse hissed between his teeth just before he cums. 

When the tide swells, it’s a bit different: not just external stimuli and shallow friction, but areas never explored now getting nudged as well. The delicious drag of his length in and out of you, the thickness making you feel overstuffed, does make the pleasure well like never before.

You’re not accustomed to this, being forced so dumb by a cock. Cheekily anticipating the swelling wave, it breaks upon you almost without warning. There’s nowhere to escape, and the climax is blinding, the euphoria leaving you without air for a moment. 

You can feel every thick pulse of his cock, and fear for the condom that looked far too tight to manage to take both him and his load. You whimper and cling to him as he ruts through his heavy bliss, entire body throbbing with heat from the joy of spilling inside you. 

When done, he sinks half his weight on you, thoroughly spent, and you feel fulfilled, some deep-seated joy taking hold of everything that once was hollow. Curiously, all shame is absent. The man on top of you is sweaty and catching his breath, but you’re only glad to swim in the messy, sweaty newness of you two. 

“You ok...?”

You want his weight on you… You want him to stay inside you until he grows soft, you need him to be as drowsy and complete as you.

Hugging him tight in the middle of your post-coital bliss, you feel König rumble into your neck.

“Better than ever,” you breathe a smile. “How about you…?”

“...In heaven,” he replies, and you have to stifle a giggle pushing up your throat. He has never sounded so spent. So tired, happy and fragile…

“I just want to be with you like this,” he continues to mutter on your skin. “Can I be with you like this…?”

“Yes.”

He slowly rises to lean on his elbows, propping himself on them one by one. Weary, pleased eyes slowly focus on you, and the back of his palm comes to caress you, knuckles gently brushing your temple, thumb swiping away an escapee hair. 

“Kitten… I’m serious. I don’t want to live without you.”

“We have a tradition in Austria where men sometimes steal the bride.”

“How convenient,” you smile.

“I know you belong to someone else, but I’m going to steal you.”

Your eyes are full of stars, you just know they are. If this is another one of his jokes, you can’t bring yourself to care, not as long as he looks at you like that, eyes so set and determined.

“I’m sure He won’t mind,” you mirror his gesture, raising a hand to caress his cheek.

“I’ll fight Him if he does.” 

“...You can’t fight God,” you laugh.

“Why not?”

You don’t even know what to say to that. You open your mouth, then close it, shaking your head on the pillow. In a way, you can imagine him taking up arms against God if it came to that. If there was someone foolish enough – or brave enough – to rise against God, that someone would be him.

“König… I renounced my vows today.”

“...You did?”

The happiness, the pure joy in his eyes, is heartbreaking. At that moment, you know that all his silly jokes, follies, and babbles about taking you to the mountains and whisking you away have been real. They have been true, honest wishes... There is no lie in him, no jest, no fakeness. Just pure, simple joy from hearing that you finally chose him, too.

“I tried to leave in the morning but the abbess made me stay for one more day.”

“Ah... So you’re being held a prisoner here?”

“Kind of.”

The familiar twinkle in his eyes tells you that he already has another plan coming right up. That grin means mischief; but with you, only the sweetest kind.

“Well. You’re in luck, then, because I’m here to save you.”

“You just said you’re going to steal me,” you laugh.

“Call it what you want, kitten,” he winks. “But I’m not leaving without you.”

…

The sun has set, but the evening is bright, the sky filled with stars visible even through city lights. It’s dark in the courtyard as you sneak out of the window with König, trying not to giggle as you escape. You call it a prison break; he calls it Einsatz Rapunzel. Whatever it is, it feels like freedom.

The old man doesn’t even care to look surprised when he sees you clothed in jeans and a simple shirt this time, smiling as you rush upstairs, hand in hand with König.

He whispers promises on your skin, saying that you won’t stay here for long; his contacts will get you to the heart of Europe, tomorrow if you want. You can’t wait to sleep with him tonight: simply sleep with him, finally, curl up together in safety, do the most basic thing all lovers do. You can’t wait to wake up to a fresh dawn together, lovely, curious, and new. 

Night covers you with beauty and grace, his pulse against your palm both a promise and a blessing. You take new vows: promising to yourself to live each day fully and bravely, and never again shut your heart.

The only thing left of you on your old bed is your black and white robe, and on it, a crucifix and a rose, and a note that says:

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love… But the greatest of these is love.

[dtfpeta]

Virgin König who was scared to touch you at the beginning of your relationship, but is now too eager to feel any part of his skin on yours.

Even the thought of you touching yourself clouded his mind when he didn't see you. The way your legs would part and you'd tease yourself, delving between your slick folds to satiate a carnal hunger acquired during the long distance. What did you think about? What were you imagining he'd do to you? How was he doing it?

He's come a long way since you started dating though. From being able to cum just from your hand running against his clothed cock. The fabric of his pants stiff with his hardening length that twitched from whatever touch you would provide. Your digits rubbing against his covered tip before tracing down the base of him. The teasing sensation only made him more excited before he would cum prematurely and he'd then beg his apologies. You would finally release his half-hard erection from the restraints of his pants and soiled boxers, and use your tongue to lick at the mess he made.

"D-das ist too much! Please schatz..."

Now he aches to be inside you in any way at any time. A thirst he would quench when you returned to one another and he would show you how much he missed you.

Starting with his tongue between your thighs. Moaning at the taste of you before suctioning his lips around your clit and using the whole length of his tongue to eat at you. The noises he made were louder than your own. His arms would be wrapped around your thighs and gripping at your flesh as his tongue alternated between providing fervored licks to your clit and thrusting between your walls. When your legs would tighten around his head he would groan into your heat, providing a vibration that helped to push you over the edge. He would then raise his head to look at you with low hung eyes, drunk with a type of intoxication that showed its proof on the tip of his nose to the bottom of his chin.

By this point he's getting desperately needy. His cock almost impossibly hard and thrusting slightly into the comforter as his finger works into you. The movement of his hips being a subconscious signal as he could only think about replacing the now two fingers he used to work you open with, with his cock.

When he finally starts to fuck you he is just much at your mercy as you were his. His hands are cupped on the back of your knees as he presses you down into the mattress. His hips meet yours with a lewd squelch as he tries to hide his whimpers from you, which you don't appreciate.

"Let me-let me hear you König" You encourage as your hand comes to cradle his masked face. Though his visage is more often than not concealed from you, you can see right through him. Over under and around him as he is like an extension of yourself. The both of you giving your all to one another.

He breaks into a cacophony of mewls and grunts. His breath hot on your neck as his pace significantly increases. The bedframe knocks against the drywall as the boxspring squeaks alongside it. You can hear the neighbors bang on the wall in response, but it doesn't seem like König cares. He's too absorbed in the way your slick folds envelop his aching length. His words are unintelligible, you wonder how he can barely think straight as his cock rams into the sensitive patch of nerves within your walls.

He's not thinking straight though. His hips move in a sloppy pace, the speed faltering as he moans into your ear. "Ja. Just for me. Just mein-"

He grinds his pelvis against your sensitive clit as he's practically bending you in half while he rails into you. Ushering words of praise as he watches your face twist with pleasure. "Will you cum for me? Bitte mein Liebe. It'd make me so happy."

It isn't until he feels you spasm around his cock that he allows himself to come undone. Fucking his leaking spend back into your cunt as you whine with overstimulation while he breathily laughs from exhaustion and a sudden dopamine boost that you both share.

[latenightdaydreams]

Virgin!König x Virgin!Reader (fem)

MDNI 🔞

Part 2: Here

Master list

>CW: fem/afab,oral, anal, dirty talk

1.3k word count

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You laid on your back with your legs spread wide open. Your pink cotton panties pulled to the side as Königs head rest between your thighs, his mask draped over you. His tongue flicking your swollen clit rapidly as he pumps his index finger in and out of your tight asshole. Your hands grasp the bedsheets beneath you as your head drops back onto the pillows behind you.

You can feel his lips wrap around your clit as he begins to suck softly, his free hand moves up your body and slips underneath your shirt. His large hand gropes your full breast, squeezing it tightly before grabbing your nipple. He began to tug on it lightly, pulling a deep moan from you. He lets go and cups your breast, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your nipple.

Your back arches as you moan out, one of your hands move to Königs hair, fingers interlocking with his blonde hair. König was licking between your folds up and down before circling his tongue around your clit. Giving your pretty pussy a few kisses before he pulls his finger from your ass. He sucked on his finger and looked up at you. You look down at him, wondering why he stopped.

“Schatz, what do you think?” König rubs his fingers across your shiny pussy as his gaze drops to between your legs.

You know he wants to fuck you. Both of you virgins, you’re too nervous to have sex after being told to wait your whole life. You look at him and shrug. Part of you would love to feel how his cock would feel inside of your pussy instead of your mouth, but you two have only been dating for six months and you want to keep to your morals.

“I don’t know…”

“Bitte… it would feel so good.”

“You know I want to wait until marriage Kö.”

“Can I at least… rub on it?” König sounded desperate to just get close to your warmth.

You look into his eyes and think about it for a few seconds, “Yeah, just that okay?”

König nods his head as his eyes light up at your consent. He quickly undoes his belt and begins to undo his pants. He stands letting them drop to his ankles. He grabs your hips and pulls you to the edge of the bed. His hand reaches out and pulls up your shirt to expose your breast to him, caressing both of them gently before sliding his hand down your stomach and gently squeezing the bit of fat you have. His hand continues on to your pussy, moving his thumb lightly rubbing your clit as his eyes devour your full form. To him, you are perfect.

You look at his blue eyes as they travel over you, your pussy sopping wet from his touches. He began to slap his fat heavy cock over your glistening folds before slowly sliding the pink leaking head along you.

A light sigh left Königs lips as he felt how wet you were. He began to softly buck his hips back and forth, holding his cock against your pussy and covering himself in your arousal. The feeling of him rubbing against your clit causing you to moan softly. His eyes meet yours as he leans forward, lifting his mask slightly to be able to kiss you. His lips clashing against yours as his hips buck forward.

He leans back and looks down at his cock on your pussy. He drags it down to your entrance, pushing lightly. You feel a pressure and close your legs.

“König, no.”

“I’m sorry,” he pulls back. “I just want to fuck you so bad.” He began to rub his cock against your pussy before speaking again, “What about your ass?”

Your eyes meet and you stay quiet for a while thinking about it, “Wouldn’t that hurt?”

“Sure, at first but then it will feel good. You like when I finger it.” His smirk hidden by his mask.

You playfully roll your eyes and bite your lower lip while looking at him. He looks down at his cock as he moves the head to press against your tight virgin asshole. His eyes look at your pussy before moving up your body to meet your gaze again.

“What do you think Liebe?”

“Promise you’ll be gentle?”

“Of course, Prinzessin.” König leans forward again, lifting his mask to kiss your lips. His hands removed your panties completely, taking a deep sniff before tossing them to the side on the bed.

“Get on all fours for me baby girl.”

You turn over and get on your hands and knees. One of his big hands pushes down on your neck and your back arches more as his other hand gently caresses your ass. You can hear him mutter something quietly in German as he runs his other hand from your neck down your spine.

He spits into the palm of his hand and begins to lubricate the head of his cock; with his other hand he began to finger your ass again. His middle finger pressing deeply while he strokes his cock.

“Ready?”

You nod your head in response and try to relax your body the best you can. You take a deep breath in as you feel him remove his finger before the sensation of him pressing the tip against you.

With one hand on your hip and the other guiding his cock, he pushes forward. His head slowly begins to stretch you as your body instinctively clench around him.

“Ahh,” a light whimper leaves your lips as your hands squeeze the bedsheets so tightly your knuckles turn white.

“Relax, you’re doing such a good job baby…” his voice trembling and dripping with ecstasy as he pushes his cock in deeper.

You relax your body, causing your ass to drop lightly. Königs big hands grasp your hips firmly and hold you up and in place.

“Your ass is so fucking tight,” he growls as his hips begin to buck back and forth gently. He slows to spit on his cock before beginning to pick back up his pace. Moans leaving his lips as this new sensation takes over his body.

His thrust become harder the easier it becomes for his leaking cock to fit into your ass: your body being fucked into the bed as you moan out from pleasure and pain. You can feel his heavy balls slapping against your pussy.

“Play with yourself,” his tone more of a demand than a request. You move one of your hands between your legs and begin to rub circles around your clit.

“Good girl,” his hand comes down and spanks your ass.  A pained groan escaping your lips. He keeps a steady pace as he watches your tight hole stretch around his massive size. “You’re taking me so easily like a good little slut.”

A smirk comes across your lips as he calls you that, surprised by how much his words have turned you on.

“I’m going to cum,” König pants. His eyes closing as he becomes overwhelmed, your tight heat clenching around his dick making it impossible for him to go any longer. His pace slows and becomes slightly erratic as his cock throbs, whimpers spilling from his lips as his hands grip your hips tightly.

“Oh fuck…” he breaths in deeply before slowly pulling out.

You were about to move when he stops you, grabbing your hips again. You look back at him with a questioning look.

He grabs your ass cheeks and spreads them apart, admiring the gaping hole he left. You bare down slightly, pushing his sticky white cum from your ass hole. He let out a satisfied groan as he watched it drip down on to your pussy before landing on the bed.

König could feel his cock getting rock hard again as he began to move his massive frame back over yours.

Part2

[machveil]

literally a Loser!König blurb, two paragraphs

CW: Fem!Reader, double whammy - Virgin!Loser!König, size difference, no condom, wrap it before you tap it, hand job, fingering (fem receiving), he’a a problem solver

Loser!König who’s so much bulkier than you, from his wide shoulders to his massive thighs. wet, glossy eyes staring down at you in awe as he takes you in. he didn’t really expect to get this far. he didn’t expect you to go on a date with him when he fumbled his words, didn’t expect you to actually date him after an awkward dinner, of course he didn’t expect to be running his rough hands down your plush skin. poor thing is shaking a little, in theory he knows what to do, but in practice it’s so much more nerve wracking. ruddy tip nudging your clit as he stares at your cunt. hopelessly smitten when you plead for him

Loser!König who startles when you wince, not even two inches in before you tense up. he’s never felt so desperate, you already feel so soft and warm, all slick and wet for him. another day. mourning the idea of not feeling you fully, but he’s always been quick to form new strategies. “König—“, two thick fingers pushing in past weepy tip, his other hand jerking himself off, “I know, I know, sorry, Schatz. Next time, I’m sorry.”, voice strained as he bucks his hips, fucking his tip into you while stretching you out with his fingers. you look pretty under him, writhing and moaning. next time, next time he’ll try harder to work himself into you, but right now? he’s more than okay whining, squeezing his cock as he empties himself into you, fucking his cum into you with his fingers

[devilanon]

I love the idea of creepy incel Konig. 40 yr old loser virgin Konig. Realistically he’d be a woman hating volcel who posts on r9k but it’s okay I could fix him.

[tacticalprincess]

cockwarming virgin!konig 😫

he wouldn’t last a second!! you can tell he’s trying his best, white-knuckling your waist as he groans and whines into your neck pathetically. the feeling of your velvety, wet cunt enveloping his cock so tightly makes him fucking dizzy, resisting every urge in his body to buck up into you. you tell him the point is to train his stamina so that you both can enjoy real sex more when it happens, but that sentiment doesn’t last very long. he’s ashamed of how quickly he cums inside you the moment you sink down onto his achey length, using his strength to keep you in place when you try to get up.

he’s overstimulated and teary-eyed, ignoring you when you suggest that you can just try again next time, too obsessed with how good you feel around him— now he can’t go without it, even for a minute :( if he’s not going to last very long, the least he can do is train himself to fuck you through it.

[nanamissuit]

first time - König

pairing: König x virgin!fem reader blurb 18+. MINORS DNI

warnings: none. use of 'y/n' once

You don’t know how you ended up here. Half naked, Sprawled out on your sofa,  sloppily kissing your boyfriend. Your hands explore each other's warm, shirtless bodies as desperate and lust-filled moans fill your dimly lit living room. 

The sensation of your clothed clit rubbing against the coarse material that is the beige cargo of König's pants drove you crazy, Causing a choked moan to fall from your freshly kissed mouth and into his. One of König’s strong hands pawing at the flesh of your ass while his other guides your hips, slowing down your rabbit-like speed of grinding. Your hips stilled as you broke the kiss, your chest rose and dropped rapidly while you desperately tried to catch your breath.  The loss of contact made König’s hips thrust up subconsciously before he let out a low grunt. He looked up at you, His face flushed and his eyes searching for yours. König’s hand left your ass and rose to your chin, Forcing eye contact. 

Shyness reined over you like a hurricane.

“Are you sure you want to continue this, Mein Schatz?” Königs voice broke you out of your intense thoughts. 

You responded with a simple “I’m sure” but due to the intense eye contact not being of ease, your feelings of shyness caused you to break it. You remove König’s hand from your chin, interlocking your fingers as you sink into his chest before whispering “I’ve just never done this before.” a soft exhale escapes from your lips

“Look at me.” he grabs your face again, and his gaze softens “There’s no reason to be shy, Maus,” His words ease some of your negative feelings almost instantaneously but one thought still lingers in the back of your mind “I don't want to mess up or ruin the mood and disappoint you..” you trail off. Your words cause a small frown to form on his face. He wraps his arm around the small of your back, The gesture makes you melt into him.

 “Ich werde Sie durch die Sache führen.” (I’ll walk you through it) König reassures you. 

Sitting up, you place your hands on his toned, broad shoulders. Looking directly into his captivating, dark blue, lust-filled eyes

“I think I'm ready. Just walk me through this.” 

A/N: This was written at 6am and isn't proofread sorry for any spelling mistakes  

[velvet-paradox]

Virgin neighbor König in bound

[konigsblog]

Reader spreading her folds in front of virgin könig so that he can jerk off to her

You love taunting König, playing with his perverted mind. You act oblivious to his creepy stares and the way his eyes wander over your breasts and rear while you're talking. It's laughable, how touchy-feely he is, how desperate he is to lose his virginity to someone like you. You promise to let him have you, but once he's proved himself as good enough for you.

You get him excited by walking around in only a t-shirt, or spreading your folds during sex, making him believe it's finally time. Only for you to rub your thighs together and giggle, scolding him for trying to prod inside. He can look, but he can't touch.

He grumbles out frustratedly, before he wraps his calloused, thick fingers around his girthy base. Slow and sloppy strokes. He pumps his wet, stiff cock slowly while admiring the way your tight hole glistens. He watches as your cunt becomes wetter and stickier when you toy with your sensitive clit. You moan König's name and praise him, letting him know how proud you are of him, that he's managed to resist you for this long. You deny his orgasm and close your legs, gripping his unshaven jaw to force him to meet your eyes.

You make sure he knows not to come, not until you've counted him down and allowed him to. He sucks in a sharp breath and throws his head backwards, his eyebrows furrowed together and downturned as he imagines what it would feel like to fuck that gummy pussy. The way you count down to one gets König riled up, drives him closer to his orgasm. He chokes on his words, before coming all over your warm folds. Of course, you curse him out for spurting thick and hot ropes of his semen all over your slit, forcing his face between your legs to clean up the creamy mess he'd created.

He'll lose his virginity once he proves himself as worthy of your touch and soft, adorable pussy.

[diejager]

and and and... incubbus konig with somno and size kink!! i read about incubbus and it says incubbus haunt virgins in their sleep.

(english is not my first language)

-🎀

Incubus go for anyone, honestly, but virgins are easy prey, so easily corrupted and turned from the light of God. Incubus!könig being so big and broad, he’s impossible to reject for a sleepy and horny little virgin. So, she he moves onto you, all you can do is take him when his hard thrusts woke you up, mewling and drooling while he drilled into you with his thick cock, carving a place inside of your tight cunt.

If he likes you, he’ll come back at night, again and again to feed on your sexual drive to stay alive. And it makes it better than he was the one to ruin you, forming a certain bond with you that keeps him coming back to you, and you unsatisfied with any cock that isn’t his.

[eydi-andrius]

bad idea right?

Synopsis: The plan was to lose your virginity at 30 in a one night stand, so there will be no string attached to mind afterwards. You don't plan to be married, nor to be in a relationship but you do want to feel what sex is. Little did you know that the man you chose that night seems to like you a little bit too much.

Simon “Ghost” Riley, John Price and Konig

a/n: if this becomes well-liked, I may continue it as a short series. And lol yes, this is my first story written for COD. 😩🤺

💀 Simon "Ghost" Riley

Simon is not a good conversationalist but he tried. Despite not replying much, you know he is listening to you. He even stopped you from ordering more alcoholic drinks and requested water when he noticed how you gradually became giggly and touchy. You don't even know how you understand each other, when he tilts his head to the side, you know he is asking for more details. Then, you looked into each other's eyes, understood what that meant, and did the deed until sunrise. You thought that would be the last of it. But then, something happened in your neighborhood, the officers called for a backup and you caught eyes with Simon. Since then, he never left your side. The action created a misunderstanding to people and thinking you two were together.

🍑 John Price

When you met Captain Price, he was such an easy guy to talk to. He has a deep, soothing voice that you liked and enjoy listening to the whole night. He was so thoughtful and asked you for another round when he noticed that your glass was empty. When you started slurring your voice, he insisted that you drink water. He did not stop you however, when you started moving towards him, inching closer, stroking his legs while you tell a story, leaning your head towards his hand when he fixed your unruly small curly hair that fell out of your bun. Long story short, you did the deed. From the car, to his doorstep, in his door and finally on the bed. You were able to leave his house, the next day, at noon, finally the fatigue catching up to him. You choose to sneak out and never make any noise just in case. Upon coming to your house, when you tried pulling out the key from your pocket, you noticed that in your keychain there is a simple ring attached to it. You tried so hard to remember when you received it since it looks so unfamiliar but shook it off when the hangover made your head hurt.

After half a year, you never met Price again but you do admit that every time you remember the ghost of his touch, you shudder and wants to feel it again. Anyway, you were minding your own business one day, when a man caged you in your shopping cart and whispered in you ear “What’s for dinner, dear wife? You owe me that after you left with no details to contact and find you. Hmmm?”

😈 Konig

You two caught eyes when you looked at the corner and a man was sitting there, sipping his drink, while his eyes were locked on you. Seeing how his eyes stare at you and the way you think his adam apple moved very sexily, you smiled at him, and he took it as an invitation to come closer. He sat beside you and at first, you were caught off guard when you heard his high pitched voice. You were expecting something deeper since he is huge like a dangerous bear. But the surprise were soon forgotten when you started talking and funnily enough, he was good in continuing the conversation. Either with his side comments or side puns, usually you don't really like it much, but when he did it, you thought it was cute and fun.

A bit of drink later, he started a somewhat suggestive joke, which you retorted with an innuendo joke. You two were just staring at each other at first, then you just found yourself at the bar’s bathroom, legs spread, panty shoved to the side and his tongue on you. Honestly, you can't remember that much, but when you closed your eyes from an orgasm, the memories seems to be patchy. You can't remember the details, but you felt when your head fell into a cheap bed and heard the creaking as he crawled and kissed your leg from your thighs up to your core. You woke up the next day, sore and barely able to walk. He was just too huge and he went rough once he found his pace and see how you're enjoying it.

Let's just say the bruises you saw on your neck before leaving were tattooed inside your head. You even promised that you will never do that again as you sneakily went out. Later that night, you prepared food for the stray dog you fed. He doesn't like living inside a home so you let him wander with a collar and your contact number. You went out to your backyard and called for him. You had to do it twice before you heard a bark from a bush and happily went over there and called for him again. As you come closer though, you quickly realized that your stray dog was not the only one there, in fact a familiar figure was petting your dog, who happily wags its tail, and when he noticed that you finally saw him in the dark, he barked and you realized you're fucked.

[thevirginslvt]

bonus (bc i’m delulu)

[cr1msonshr13k]

♡I don't care, I paint the town red♡

🍒Gianna/Anna🍒

🍷Scottish, raised in the US

🍷19

🍷Slut for König and John Price

🍷 Idols: Lana Del Rey, Megan Fox, Lily Ross Depp, Jenna Ortega,

🍷Fav movies: Mean Girls, Jennifer's Body, Legally Blonde.

♡They say that you're a homeschooled jungle freak, who's a less hot version of me!♡