Soaked Sheets and Open Lines
He answers a den den mushi mid fuck without stopping. You try to be good, quiet, obedient, but when his hand wraps around your throat and you moan involuntarily… the line goes silent.
king x fem! reader | ONE SHOT
tags: fluff, NSFW, choking, size difference, established relationship, overstim, rough sex(?), call risk,
a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe and akward | ++ this is my frst time writing nsfw so bear w me lolol
word count: 1k
masterlist | ko-fi
You knew this was a bad idea.
Not because it was King — you’d long since accepted the consequences of being with a man like him. A 20-foot, winged war machine with no time for softness. But because you were already on your second orgasm when he growled against your neck, voice low and amused
“That’s the Den Den Mushi. Don’t move.”
Your breath hitched. King didn’t stop.
He didn’t pull out.
His cock alone pinned your hips to the mattress, thick and heavy and still achingly hard inside you. Your thighs trembled on either side of him as he sat up slightly, adjusting his weight. The movement pushed him deeper, and your eyes rolled back.
“Fucking—K-King,” you whispered, clutching onto his waist, barely able to wrap your arms halfway around it.
You laid back on the mattress, dazed and sweaty, thighs shaking as your body twitched from your second orgasm. You could feel his cum from the first round cooling between your legs.
He leaned down to press a kiss to your neck — bare-mouthed.
The kiss made your heart flip.
King had taken his mask off before dragging you into bed, and his mouth was everything you’d imagined: firm, warm, skilled. He’d only ever kissed you like this in private, in moments like this — when his cock was inside you and your legs were shaking.
It was the only time he let himself feel.
And now the damn Den Den Mushi was ringing.
You watched his lips curl into a small, sharp smile.
“Stay still.” He reached one enormous hand over, snatched the receiver off the hook, and brought it to his ear without missing a beat — or a thrust.
“King.” His voice was low, cool, unaffected.
Your stomach dropped as he rolled his hips forward again — slow, deep, deliberate. Your pussy fluttered, painfully sensitive.
You bit your lip hard to keep quiet, but your body betrayed you, grinding up against him.
His eyes flicked down to yours, narrowed. Warning.
“Yes, the reports were handled already,” he told the person on the other end. “No errors.”
Another thrust — deeper this time.
“Nnghh—haah!” you gasped, hands flying to grip his forearms — thick, powerful, dwarfing yours.
His mouth lowered to yours — slow, dominant, breath hot — and kissed you hard.
Tongue sweeping against yours.
It was messy, wet, rough — hungry.
You moaned into the kiss.
The Den Den Mushi blinked.
“Everything alright?”
You could hear the suspicion in the voice. Jack, maybe. Your brain was too scrambled to identify it.
“’s fine,” King said casually into the Den Den Mushi between kisses, his other hand sliding between your bodies, two thick fingers pressing to your clit in slow, tight circles. “Everything’s under control.”
You couldn’t help it.
You broke away from his lips with a strangled cry, mouth wet and lips swollen. “M-mmmf—!”
The snail blinked. There was a pause.
“…Was that a voice?”
King didn’t even flinch.
Instead, his hand snapped to your throat, pressing down — not enough to choke, just enough to remind you who was in control.
His lips brushed your ear.
“If you make another fucking sound,” he whispered darkly, “I’ll hold the Den Den Mushi to your mouth and make you explain yourself to them.”
Your eyes fluttered.
You nodded frantically, trying to stay silent.
But then he started moving again — slow, full strokes of his cock stretching you to your limit. He was so thick it made your legs tremble just to feel him move inside you.
His hand stayed on your throat — fingers spread wide, thumb under your chin.
The snail blinked again.
“King...Seriously. Are you busy or—?”
You whimpered. Quiet, but not enough.
His lips crashed into yours again — swallowing your moan, tongue forcing its way past your lips as he fucked you deeper. Your arms clung to his back, nails dragging across his skin.
He bit your bottom lip.
“Not busy. Just… occupied.” He finally set the Den Den Mushi down. Didn’t hang it up.
Still live.
Still listening.
And then his thrusts turned brutal.
You yelped against his mouth, voice muffled by his tongue, arms shaking as the bed croaking under his sheer size and force. Your overstimulated pussy clenched around him like a vice.
“S-slow down, King, I c-can’t, f-fuck—I—nghh—fuck, y-you’re too big—!”
His free hand grabbed your hips and slammed you down to meet his cock, wet slapping sounds echoing against the walls.
“You wanted this,” he growled, lips brushing yours again. “You begged for it before we got back. Didn’t care who was nearby. You needed it. So you’re gonna take it.”
You were crying now — from pleasure, from pressure, from the overwhelming fullness and your own wrecked moans.
Your hands clutched his face, desperate, trembling.
You kissed him again — sloppily, hungrily — sucking on his tongue as his hips pummeled you into the mattress.
“K-King, ’m gonna—g-gonna cum—!”
“Hold it.” He tightened his grip on your throat.
You moaned, high-pitched and whimpering, hips twitching as you struggled to obey.
“Please—I c-can’t—fuck, it’s too much—!”
“F-fuck...cum for me,” he finally growled.
You screams — swallowed by his mouth as he kissed you through it — hungry and deep., body convulsing as a hot gush of slick sprayed between your thighs — soaking the sheets, soaking him, your orgasm crashing through you with violent force. Your cunt spasmed around his cock, milking him hard, thighs jerking.
And then he was cumming too — growling against your lips as he buried himself to the hilt and with one final deep thrust, he came inside you. Pulse after pulse of heat flooded your insides, thick and hot, and he stayed seated deep for a long, heavy second.
Then — slowly — he pulled out.
You whimpered. His cum spilled from your used pussy down your thighs and onto the sheets.
You were shaking. Sweaty. Sore. Your voice wouldn’t even work properly anymore — all breath and no sound.
The Den Den Mushi clicked.
Call dropped.
You stared up at him — dazed, flushed, soaked with sweat.
His hand stroked your cheek. Still unmasked. Still kissing you softly now, post-release.
His golden eyes watched you carefully.
“…They heard that,” you whispered.
He smirked.
“Let them.”
