Love Me!!

He loves his relationship with you. He doesn’t think he could ever find anyone who cares for him as much as you do. God you’re just so fucking perfect. You understand him so well. You don’t make fun of him, you know that he comes with a lot of fucking baggage. You’re so patient with him, especially when his anxiety is taking over.

He’s been too scared to go too far with you in the bedroom. He won’t even let you touch him, worried that he’ll turn into subby mess right under your hands. He’ll finger you or eat you out, never using his dick. If you ever complain or feel bad about the only one getting pleasured, he’ll just tell you that you deserve to feel good, so why don’t you just sit back and let him play with your body?

You guessed that he was just too anxious or insecure to actually fuck yet. You remind him every day that you love him and you’d never leave him, I mean, even that bulge is impressive. If he let you suck his dick once you’d be his forever. He’s so fucking hot and god won’t he just fuck you already!! Nothing could turn you off of an absolute hunk of man like him.

You’ve been begging more and more every day, even resorting wearing only his shirt and your underwear, hoping he’ll rip it right off of you and take you right then and there. Crawling into his lap and grinding down. But of course he’ll just effortlessly pick you up and set you down next to him, giving you a kiss on the head as a sort of apology and racing to the bathroom to deal with his massive… problem

You rolled your eyes, seriously?!?!?

You know that he’s jerking off. This is ridiculous, he obviously wants to fuck you, what the hell is going on? You can’t do this anymore! That’s it, you’re confronting him and getting a goddamn answer.

Your knuckles knock against the wooden door of the bathroom, “König. Get out here. Right now. I know you’re jerking off in there.”

König felt heat rush from his tummy to his cock, goddamnit now he was even harder. He strained against his pants painfully, a soft whimper tumbling past his lips. You’ve never been so demanding before. He hate how much it turned him on.

With a large hand clumsily hiding his bulge, König stumbled out of the bathroom. He was sheepish, refusing to look you in the eye. He looked so fucking pathetic. And he still looked sexy.

“König,” you drawled out his name, frustration evident in your tone - it sent another rush south, König’s eyes almost rolling back into his skull at the sound, “Are you gonna keep beating your dick in the bathroom or are you going to fuck me?”

You could practically hear König gulp, his hand squeezing down over his hard on. His wide eyes flickered down to your lips, you looked so hot when you were angry.

He nodded slowly, never breaking his gaze from you. He’ll probably last long enough, he just has to go slow - that’s all! He just has to keep focusing on being strong and manly and he won’t melt at the feeling of your pussy around his cock! Oh god, who is he kidding, he can’t stay dominate around yo-

“You want me to top you, don’t you?”

His heart dropped. How do you know? He’s quiet, he never has told you anything about his preferences! He’s in the military! He acts like all his peers, right?

His thoughts are racing and you can tell. His eyebrows are furrowed, eyes moving back and forth - something you realized that he does every time he’s deep in thought. You let out a small giggle, “König, don’t be so oblivious, baby.”

You walk up to him, hand reaching up to hold his face. The simple touch has him sinking into your hold. “God look at you, it’s not hard to tell. You always liked it when I took charge,” you leaned forward to whisper in his ear, “You want me to tie you up? Ride your cock until you can’t see straight? Prove to you how much of a slut you are?”

His knees almost buckle under him, you’re all he could ever want. He’s fantasied about you so many nights, worried that he’d never be enough for you. Worried that he wouldn’t live up to your expectations. But that’s okay, you have all the time in the world to prove to him what a good boy he is.

He couldn’t even think, stumbling as you dragged him into your shared room. You quickly tore off your shirt and pants, only allowing him enough time to take off his shirt before throwing him down on the bed, climbing onto his lap and straddling his thick, muscular thighs.

You looked so pretty on top of him. He loved being under you, he wish he could spend the rest of his life right here.

You playfully rutted your heat down on his rock hard cock, König threw back his head. He let out a loud whine, fingers digging into your hips. “You know König, I’ve been planning for this for oh so long. I’ve seen how squirmy you get whenever someone’s tied up on TV. How you grab something to cover your lap. But you’re just so obvious, huh baby?” You squished his cheeks between your fingers. Your voice was so condescending and he couldn’t help but thrust his hips up into you.

“God, you’re such a whore for me König.”

He whined, loud. His pretty pink lip caught between his teeth, brows drawn together. He watched as you opened up your bedside drawer and pulled out a bundle of delicate black lace. His face flushed, cock throbbing against you.

He stayed perfectly still for you as you gently grabbed his hands, leading them up the headboard, and tying them together in a neat little bow. The intricate fabric looked perfect next to his bulging muscles. You ran your fingers up and down the sprawling vine like veins in his arms, you could feel him quivering beneath you. His shallow breathes and occasional low moans tumbling past his mouth.

He gave an experimental tug to his bindings, he could barely move. A rush of blood flowed down to his cock. You were so strong, tying him up so tight, leaving him to your mercy.

You could feel him harden even more, a smirk gracing your face, “You like that baby? You like being tied up under me?” His head quickly nodded, his pretty blue eyes looking up at you.

“Maybe I should just leave you here…” you trail off, leaving kisses along his collarbone, “all desperate and whiny… I mean, it’s only fair after making me wait this long.”

You don’t think you’ve seen König so panicked before. His eyes were blown wide, hands tugging at his bindings so he can hold onto you and keep you right where he needs you. “N-no! Schatz please… please! Bitte mein leibling… I- y/n, I can’t-“ His words slurred, strung together by his thick accent.

“Come on König, stop blabbering. I know you can beg me better than that.” Your words shut him right up. You could see him process, his mind clouded with lust.

“Liebling… ich braunche dich, I need to have you t-touch me…” he pleaded for you, lips trembling and dick pressing against your thigh. “I want to be inside of you so bad, maus… fuck, I’m so hard for you y/n…” How could you deny him when he was begging you so sweetly?

“Only because you’re being such a good boy for me.” You smirked as you oh so slowly unbuttoned his pants. He thrust into the air uncontrollably, even the slightest touch drove him mad. “Ah-ah, stay still König.” His teeth dug into his lip at your words.

You pulled him out of his boxers, his cock slapping up against his tummy with how aroused he was. Pre cum slid down to his base in pretty droplets. You wrapped your hand around him, barely covering him entirely from just how big he was. König let out small breathy whimpers, the heat of your hand was just so warm and nice against his hard on.

You gave him a small lick at his tip, the flavor of his cock spreading deliciously across your tongue. König let out a loud, drawn out groan. More and more peals dribbled from the slit and you quickly caught them in your mouth. König pulled down on his restraints as you slowly took the head of his dick in your mouth, sucking gently.

He loved when you treated him so sweetly, so softly. So lovingly. But lord could he not wait for you to fuck him up.

You started bobbing up and down on his cock effortlessly, taking him nice and easy. You looked up him through your lashes as you hollowed your cheeks and it sent his stomach in knots. It felt so good, the warmth and wetness of your mouth was like heaven. Your teeth grazing the skin of his dick, a small reminder that he was under your mercy and control. To another man it might be threatening to think that their pleasure could so easily be turned into something so painful if the person blowing them off only clamped slightly…

But it just pushed him closer to the edge. Being placed in between those pretty jaws of yours, so sweet but so dangerous. Of course you’d never hurt him, at least not more than he could handle - or enjoy.

He thrusted up into your mouth only for your hands to hold down his hips. Your eyes glowered at him in warning, you were in charge of his pleasure. He whimpered as a sort of apology, too enraptured in the sight of his cock disappearing between your lips to form words. Your saliva pooling at his base and mixing with his pre cum.

He couldn’t wait any longer, his stomach tightening in short spasms. “Maus, I- I’m gonna… ‘M gonna cum…” His breath came out heavy in between his words, your mouth never ceasing as you watched him stumble his words out.

Your lips pulled off his cock with a small ‘pop’, hand lazily moving up and down on his length. “Yeah? You gonna cum? Am I making you feel that good?” His eyes watered, your words so teasing and mean but so arousing. You let out a little chuckle at his state, feeling him twitch in your hand, “Go ahead, cum for me. Cum for me like the slut you are”

You brought your head back down on his dick, moving fast and rough. He loves the way you talk to him, the way you treat him. Like he’s yours. He pulled harder on the lace holding him in hopes of grounding himself, hoping to somehow deal with the overwhelming pleasure you were giving him.

You let his hips thrust into you as he chased his orgasm, loud whines and strings of your name leaving his mouth. You kept your gaze on his face as his brows pinched and eyes closed tight. You felt his cum spill past your lips and leaking down onto his lap. You kept sucking his off long past his high came down, aftershocks twitching throughout his body.

“W-wait it’s, it’s too much- ngh! Oh my god…- y/n!” You giggled watching him squirm with overstimulation. You laid one of your hands down on his hips, pressing down against him. The other hand traced up and down his cock. It was still hard, pressed against his tummy and smearing left over cum on his skin. He jumped with each ghost of your fingers and whined for your teasing to stop.

You eventually slowed your hand, grinning at the mess König had become beneath you, “Alright pretty boy, so fucking sensitive, huh? But if you’re too sensitive for me to even touch you, how am I going to properly fuck you?”

Standing at the edge of the bed you slowly pulled your underwear down, looking at every twitch of König cock as he watched you. You climbed into his lap, your bare cunt hovering above his dick.

Tears fell from the corners of his eyes and he gazed at you as though you were sent by god just for him. “Du bist so schön, meine Liebe.”

König’s lip quivered as you lower yourself down onto him. His hard cock stretched out your walls so wonderfully. So hot and thick, and all yours. You threw back your head at the feeling of König disappearing into you inch by inch.

“König you feel so fucking good baby, filling me up soooo much”

König searched for your eyes, needing to know just how good he was making you feel. Him. Not anyone else, him. He felt like he’d cum just at the thought of pleasuring you so well.

His hands shook in his bindings, he craved the feeling of your skin. He needed to run his hands up the curves of your tits, and down the fat of your hips. He needed to grab your stomach and grope your thigh. He just needed to touch- but he was a good boy. He wouldn’t beg you to untie him, no, he needed to prove he could be nothing but a toy for you to use. This was all about you.

God, you.

Your hips met his and the final stretch lodged a moan through your pretty lips. König involuntarily bucked into you as a tear rolled down his cheek at the bliss of being inside of you.

You reached down a hand to dry his face, your other hand pressing down against his lap,

“Aw, Baby, it’s okay. Don’t get too excited though, you keep still.”

Your voice was soft but firm. So melodious. It sounded like honey to König and you could feel him throb inside of you as he held back another thrust.

You teasingly rolled your hips with his full dick inside of you, head thrown back and thoroughly enjoying yourself. König’s teeth burrowed into the soft plush of his lip, overwhelmed by the sight of your heavenly state and the overstimulation to his cock.

His jaw dropped open as he felt you slowly rise up until only the tip was encased in your warmth, and then quickly falling back down to his hips. You watched as König whimpered, eyes screwed shut as pleasure shot through him.

You picked up the pace with each movement, up and down, up and down. More and more whines tumbling past König’s lips as they harmonized with your own moans. Your slick and his cum mixed together over his hips and the insides of your thighs. You reached a hand forward, tracing patterns on his stone hard stomach. It was like chiseled marble, perfectly sculpted all for only you to see and to touch.

He jumped, the muscle in his tummy jumping at the feeling and relaxing at your chuckle.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how sensitive you are, König.” You leaned forward even more, lips teasing his ear. “It’s gonna make fucking you a lot harder for you and a lot more fun for me.”

You straightened your back, mean grin gracing your features. König’s eyes reached the back of his skull, too pleasured to feel real fear at your words. It only pushed him further to finishing. His stomach muscles spasming in preparation and his body tensing.

You suddenly stopped, his cock fully encased in your tight warmth. A twisted cry came from König, desperate for you to continue but not daring to thrust his hips into you. You leaned against your arms propped on his chest, staring deeply into his eyes as he stared back.

Your voice was low aa you spoke, “Are you gonna cum again, König? Cum for your first time from my pussy? Cumming like the pussy drunk slut you are?”

A small sob left König, tears falling from his face. It was as all so much, almost too much. Having you be everything he’s ever dreamed of. He nodded his head, your word bouncing around his skull.

“Y-yes meine liebe, please. Please, let me. I love you.” Another sob, “Ngh, I’m- I’m your slut y/n, I’m your whore.”

“Awww.” You smiled wickedly at him, crashing your lips against his as you continued to ride him. His cock reached all the right places, leading you to your own release. You bit at his lips and even his tongue, his moans filling your mouth. Drool dribbled down his chin and slid down his neck.

Your pussy clenched around his cock, gripping him like you never wanted him to leave. The sound of your skin connecting was like music to König’s ears. The sound of accomplishment. The sound of his love in physical form. The sound of you taking him and putting him right where he fucking belonged.

His tummy tightened again, dick pulsing inside of you. You felt your own stomach pool with pleasure. You momentarily broke from König’s mouth, saliva stringing you together. His tongue lolled out, desperate for your connection to resume.

“Cum for me König, cum with me and prove to me that you’re mine and only mine.” Your lips reached his yet again as your hips moved faster and faster. You even allowed König to sloppily thrust into you. Each time your bodies met it felt like heaven, pushing you further and further to what you knew would be an other worldly orgasm.

All that mattered in this moment was you, it didn’t matter if he fucked before or if he’d cum from someone else before. It felt like he was doing it for the first time. Like this was the only time that mattered. The only person that made him feel this fucking good. This fucking loved.

The pleasure rose and rose, until it snapped. Euphoria rushing over your bodies in waves. A strangled cry pushed into your mouth from König. You could feel him filling you up, warmth spreading throughout your body. You did a few more slow lazy thrusts before pulling yourself off of him, sitting up and looking down at the mess you made.

God he was pathetic, tears drying against his face, lips swollen and bruised, and his eyes looking at you with pure admiration.

You lazily crawled off the bed, leaving König whining for you. When you returned you had a warm wet towel. You sat next to König and gently cleaned him off, careful to not overwhelm him too much. You could feel him jump underneath you every now and then from his overstimulation. When you were done you quickly cleaned your self off and laid the towel on the bed side table, turning back to König who watched your every move with a soft gaze.

You untied the lace around his wrists, holding them in your hands and massaging them lightly. “Does your skin hurt at all baby?”

“N-no. Well, not unbearably. The sting… feels nice.” His voice was husky and low. You smiled at him, before lying down and cuddling up to his chest. He was damp with sweat and his flesh was feverishly hot under your hands. His arm snaked under you and held you tight against him. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you so much maus, thank you… thank you for making me yours.”

God he just wants you to suffocate him, to sit on his face for hours. He doesn’t care if he can’t breathe, your sweet little pussy will keep him alive. Any time you complain about being too heavy he’ll effortlessly pick you up and plop you down right over his mouth. Any protests die in your throat at the feeling of him plunging his tongue into your cunt.

He hates when you go running errands or out with friends because he gets so worked up :( he can’t help but scrounge around in your dirty laundry and find a pair of your used panties. He’ll lay on your side of the bed and practically shove your underwear up his nose.

He’ll work his cock, drowning in your scent - eyes rolled back in his skull. His hand squeezing tight in a poor attempt to replicate your snug pussy. He’ll sob you’re name - he just needs you so muuuuch and your smell is so overwhelming. He wouldn’t be acting like this if you were here for him to fuck into!

You’ve caught him in the act multiple times, blubbering and wildly thrusting his hips in the air. He’s such a fucking mess you can’t help but feel a little bad for him, which usually ends with you replacing his hand with your own. He doesn’t mind that it’s not your cunt, he’d fuck any part of you if you let him.

He can’t spend a day without clinging to your side and burying his face in your plush tits, whining whenever you push at him to get just bit of space. He just loves you so much and your boobs are so soft and squishy!!

You don’t mind that he’s so desperate and clingy when you’re under him and he’s fucking you so good you can see stars. When he’s drilling his cock it’s the only thing you can think about, mind blank and filled with every vein and curve of his dick.

He leans forward, trailing open mouthed kisses up your thigh, “so beautiful… so, so beautiful”

His hands tug at your own, pulling you down to the floor in front of him. His hooded eyes stare at your mouth, his tongue darts out across his bottom lip.

“C-can I… can I kiss you?” His eyes momentarily glance up at yours. You nod and that’s all he needs. He quickly smashes his lips against yours. You can feel his fingers tangling in your hair. He’s so desperate, he whimpers into your mouth when his tongue touches yours.

You need to push him off to breathe, a string of saliva connecting you together. “So-sorry.. I got a lit… I just-… you- you taste s-so good…” he stumbles over his words in between pants.

“I-I can’t wait anymo-more… I need to feel you… fro-… I need to b-be inside you y/n….” His face is red, his doe eyes blown wide. He aches for you, his muscles tense with anticipation.

You lay on the ground, the cool carpet is heavenly on your feverish flesh. He shakily pulls apart your legs. His breathes catches in his throat when he sees your pussy.

He reaches out, thumb spreading you open. He curiously nudges your clit, causing you to let out a small gasp.

His eyes snap up to yours, experimentally applying pressure. It’s something so simple, something you’ve done a million times. But when it’s his fingers it makes you gush.

He circles the bundle of nerves, reveling in your facial expressions. He brings his other hand to your hole, tracing it lightly with his pointer before slowly pushing it in.

A moan leaves your lips and he shudders. His finger reaches deeper and curls into that spot you’ve never quite been able to reach.

But why would you need to anyways when he’s here? He can do everything for you. He can fuck you whenever you like. Had a bad day? Why don’t you just sit your pretty little ass down on his face and let him lick all those worries away.

He can’t ignore his painfully hard dick anymore, he removes his finger and your pussy clenches around air, desperate to be filled. You let out a whine at the sudden emptiness.

“Sh, sh, sh, don’t worry honey, I’m gonna give you something muuuuch better.” A flutter erupts in your stomach at his words.

His cock lines up with your cunt, he can barely hold it straight from how much he’s shaking. When he pushes in the tip he bites his lip to quiet his moans. He’s so embarrassed, he’s got just to tip in and he’s already about to explode.

He pushes in agonizingly slow, he props himself up with his hands on either side of your head. He lets out a drawn out whimper when he bottoms out. He almost loses all control when he feels your pussy flutter against him.

He grits his teeth as he nearly pulls out all the way, only to snap his hips back against yours. Your moans only bring him further to the edge.

He smashes his lips against yours, drool dripping down his chin. His thrusts grow faster and he whimpers into your mouth. You clench down on him again and he throws his head back, “ngh! Fu-fuck y-y/nnnn”

He feels so good inside of you. You feel so full and stretched. He doesn’t have much technique but he’s so big he hits all the right spots that make you see stars.

He presses sloppy kisses to your neck, occasionally sucking on the sensitive flesh. Between kisses he lets out breathy moans for you, “so-sooo f-fucking pret-ty for meee…. G-god I-…. You- you’re so fucking sexy y/n.” He’s barely comprehensible as he drills into your poor cunt.

You can feel your pussy tighten and heat pool in your stomach. He nibbles on your jaw, “you gonna cum for me pretty little thing? A-all for me? Am I making you feel s-soooo good you’re gonna cum all over my cock?”

His words tip you over the edge, you tighten like a vice on dick, causing his own orgasm. He’s chanting your name like a prayer, “Fu-fuck! God I love you y/n! Nghhhh- I love you I love you I love you!”

You can’t even think about what he’s saying, your mind is blank and the only thing you can think about is the shape of his cock.

He collapses breathless on your chest, cheek smushed against the fat of your tits.

You can feel him reharden inside of you. You think he’s done after one orgasm? He’s jerked off to this moment too many times to only make you cum once. Oh no, he’s fucking you till sunrise.

a/n: Um so this was horrifying because long fics scare me.

“Y…you’re so fuckin’ pretty like this… all fuckin’ mine…” His voice is breathy and raspy, it sends a shock down to your pussy. He’s so sexy you can barely think.

You can see the outline of his thick cock, just the sight of it has you gushing even more. You clench at the thought of it filling you, pounding into you. Being able to feel every vein on his perfect dick.

You grind down harder, the friction feels so god damn good and it has your hole drooling all over his leg. You can feel that you’re about to cum, you reach out and grab at the bulge in his pants. You palm it as König lets out a drawn out whine.

You keep rubbing his dick as you cum, your eyes roll back and your mouth drops open. You barely even realize the stickiness forming under your hand. When you come down from your high you look down at his lap,and see a wet spot forming near the tip of his cock.

“Couldn’t help myself… you make me feel so fucking good.”

He grabs your sweaty face between his thick fingers.

“Why don’t you clean up the mess you made?”

A/n: GOD I NEED HIM IN MY WOMB

It feels so amazing your brain is practically melting - he’s so good at making your belly flutter and your pussy gush

Your hands dig into his hair and pull, he lets out a low grown at the tug and it almost makes him more aggressive. You try to grab anything you can, your sheets, your own hair, him - anything to ground yourself. You can feel his spit and your slick drip down and mix onto the sheets.

Your legs are shaking and you’ve practically lost your voice from all your cute moans. But your perfect boy won’t move until you can’t think of anything but his tongue in your messy cunt <3