𝘒𝘖̈𝘕𝘐𝘎'𝘚 𝘞𝘐𝘍𝘌

(that text and arrow in the background is so true)

könig likes pretty things, young and vulnerable dolls that bat their eyelashes prettily at him, wrapping their dainty hands around his thick bicep, trailing beside him despite his perverse touch, letting him lure them to his messed bed in some dark apartment, fuck their brain silly.

it's always a one time thing, könig ain't good for a long term relationship because of the bitter need to posses that been festering in him from the start, they just use each other, he has a lovely built body that makes girls salivate, and he packs a cock that is too thick you able to feel the ache even the next morning while trying to escape his apartment.

it's not the same with you, könig notices it by the way you cling to him while he punches his fat cock in your tight pussy, shallow thrusts of his wide hips making his thick cockhead pummel into your spongy spot, your hands clinging against his broad shoulders, walls tightening with rapid pulsing.

you ask him for kisses, enveloping his rough mug with your delicate palms and letting his tongue make out sloppily with your mouth, whining broken groans as he presses a wide palm to your tummy, feeling the bulge beneath where his girthy cock pistons in you, making your pussy squelch with each wet glide, as you coat his length in oozing slick.

you even let könig cum in you, flooding you full of creamy cum that drips out your pulsing hole, making a mess from the sheets and your trembling thighs, not uttering for once that now everything is tacky, instead, you curl against him like affectionate kitten and try to nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck and wrap your cramping legs around his waist.

könig doesn't even knows what to think, you don't try to escape his bed immediately, instead pressing your naked body against his beefy one, letting his twitching cock stay buried inside of you, cockwarmed by your snug walls, as you let his burly hands envelope your frame and rock you to sleep like a baby.

and when you wake up early in the morning with pleasurable ache in your body and pussy throbbing, welcomed by the sight of breakfast in bed and könig clinging to you like a pup, smothering your neck in sloppy kisses and slurringly calling you his girlfriend, you don't run away.

OR: Kö making you ride him till ur overstimulated & crying

Königs hands grip the fat of your hips, sliding your small body up and down on his cock. His forearms flex lightly under your weight, his head thrown back to look at you through lidded eyes.

Your legs are shaking around him, but he relentlessly slams you down onto his cock nonetheless, your spongy walls around him driving him crazy.

What had started with you confidently riding König turned into him fully supporting your weight as he fucked you onto his dick, enjoying each time his hips collided with your ass, watching purple bruises bloom under his harsh grip on your hips.

The tip of his dick brushes your cervix for the millionth time tonight, and you can feel your cunt stinging as he brings you to your fifth orgasm. You arch your back with a whine, Königs name leaving your mouth imbedded in a series of curses.

He slaps your puffy cunt gently, admiring the way your pearl-white cum slides down & all around his cock, smearing down in between your inner thighs and his stomach.

He lets you lean your head against his chest, his cock still buried deep inside of you. Your chest heaves against him.

"N' more, Köni, 'm so tired,"

"Sh," He cooes, stroking your hair, brushing away the strands that have stuck to your forehead with sweat.

"You got one more for me, ja?" His husky voice sends chills down your spine, his hot breathe directly on your ear.

You whine into him, your cunt pulsing around his eager cock.

He guides you back up, sitting you straight up on his dick, rubbing the hot tears off of your red puffy cheeks.

If it weren't for his meaty hands holding you up you would surely fall.

He groans at the sight of you, his girl- with the outline of his dick in your small core, the way tears are trailing down your neck, causing old hickeys to glisten-

god, it was your fault for being so fuckable, your fault for taking his cock so good, making those pretty little sounds from the back of your throat.

fuck, how can you expect him to stop?

König cums inside of you with a grunt, his hips staggering for a second.

Even your tits are getting tired of bouncing up and down on him, your nipples turned puffy from how much you're being stimulated.

"Fuck, jus like that, schatz-" He fucks you through his orgasm, using you like you're a fleshlight-

His cum drips down your thighs, your red pussy covered in it.

His thick austrian accent makes you almost believe the words that come out of his mouth.

"Jus one more, pretty."

"Look'a how deep I'd go, bunny. Too much for you, precious."

Of course, as always, once you're this cockdrunk and desperate you're confident you can take it all. You want to, want to be the first one to take all of him. The afterglow of him confessing you're the first person he's been with that could take as much as you already have still burns inside you.

Ghost tuts, clicking his tongue at how you roll your hips. Admires you whining beneath him, finding your own pace grinding against him.

"Could break you, so many ways. You'd let me, wouldn't you?"

Your eyelashes flutter shut as words fail you, his hips jerking and interrupting your rhythm. You can only nod instead of answer, grinning dumbly as you hear him chuckle darkly. When he gives a low, heady groan, you know it's time. You draw your hips as far up as you can, his tip catching in your hole. One of his hands grips your hip tightly, so hard it stings.

It's ridiculous how sensitive he is, especially the deeper he goes. It's like your tight, wet heat is him sinking into his own little slice of heaven. He's babbling something to you, some sweet nothings growled into your ear as he watches himself disappear into you, but you're too busy on keeping it together.

He stops midway. You aren't having it. He's stronger than you, thinks he knows better than you, so it should be his way or the highway- but when you push yourself deeper on him-- downright spearing yourself on the monstrous thing, he's seeing stars. Goes entirely rigid surrounded by you, fighting off an orgasm threatening to spill over before anything ever began.