#koing

The day began with a dare.

"You will hate it," König warned, eyes squinting under the brim of his oversized hat as he stared out at the open beach. "Too loud. Too… sunny."

You grinned and tugged at his wrist. “I like a challenge. Come on, soldier—live a little.”

The beach was warm, the kind of warmth that softened every muscle and made the world feel far away. König had peeled out of his hoodie reluctantly, revealing sun-kissed scars and surprisingly shy smiles that came with every touch of breeze against bare skin.

His accent snuck out in fragments—“Schatzi, I am melting” when the heat got to him, or a muttered “Scheiße” when the umbrella refused to stay up straight. You loved it more every time.

Later, while he was waist-deep in waves, everything changed.

He flinched. Hard. “Ah—verdammt! Something—bit me?”

You rushed toward him, concerned. The sting across his thigh was angry and

“Jellyfish,” you said, already pulling him out of the surf. “Classic beach betrayal.”

He groaned dramatically, letting you guide him to the blanket. “I knew it. Nature hates me.”

You knelt beside him, pouring vinegar across the wound( i know they are the beach just go with it, i wanted to make a joke about pee...) , your fingers careful but lingering. König winced, then grinned through the pain. “If this is how you touch me when I’m injured… maybe I suffer more often.”

“Don’t tempt fate,” you murmured, but your voice was softer now—heat curling low in your belly as your fingers brushed along the edge of his swim shorts, your eyes meeting his.

His smirk shifted into something slower, darker. “Then maybe you owe me a reward… for bravery.”

You leaned in, lips brushing his jaw. “What kind of reward?”

He chuckled, voice low and accented. “The kind that does not require bandages. Just… you.”

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You barely made it through the drive back to the beach cabin without laughing at König’s dramatic recounting of The Jellyfish Incident. He had it down to a saga already—“I was ambushed,” he insisted, “by ocean slimes,” while you rolled your eyes and kept the vinegar bottle within reach like it was a holy relic.

The sun had dipped low now, casting peach-toned shadows across the room as you helped him inside. He moved slowly, milking the injury for all it was worth—his accent thickening just a little when he groaned, “Mein Bein... I may not survive the night.”

“You were barely touched.”

“Touched by betrayal.”

You guided him to the couch, setting him down with exaggerated care, and he watched you—really watched you. His eyes followed the curve of your body as you bent to untie his sandals, lips parting slightly when your fingers brushed his shin, high near the welt.

“You fuss over me like… like you love me,” he teased softly, a faint edge beneath the playfulness.

“You wish,” you murmured, though your tone gave you away.

Then he caught your wrist, pulled gently, guiding you between his legs. His accent wrapped around the words like velvet. “I do wish.”

Your breath caught, but you didn’t pull away. His fingers slid slowly beneath your shirt, warm palms splayed against skin, learning you like terrain he had permission to wander.

The sting forgotten, he leaned forward to kiss you—this time with reverence, then hunger. His lips moved with the quiet urgency of a man who’d nearly lost his chance to touch sunlight. You let him explore, the cabin shrinking down to breath and skin and the quiet rhythm of waves outside.

"Stay," he whispered against your neck, voice low and weighted with something beyond heat. "Just... stay with me."

You did.

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(Early morning, drabble, wanted to add to this >:3)

The cabin was wrapped in sea breeze and the hush of early light. König stirred beside you, his arm slung across your stomach, breath warm at your shoulder. He was half-awake, half-stubbornly clinging to sleep—only giving you a groggy mumble that sounded like, “Too early… zu schön hier…”

You smiled and gently slipped from under his weight, pulling on the nearest shirt—his, of course—and padding into the little kitchen. You tried to beat him to breakfast. You really did.

But ten minutes in, the floor creaked behind you and there he was: hair tousled, wrapped in a blanket like a mythic beast freshly rolled out of bed, bare chest on full display. Still walking with a dramatic limp.

“Ah,” he sighed, when he saw the eggs. “You are angel.”

“Because I’m cooking?” you teased.

“Because you are wearing my shirt and making soft food for my wounded flesh.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart warmed at the way he leaned against the counter, watching you with that sleepy admiration only he could pull off. He reached for your wrist, tugged lightly until you turned toward him.

“Thank you,” he murmured, serious now. “For yesterday. For here. For… you.”

You pressed your forehead to his, letting the quiet stretch between you. “Always.”

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Man you made it, as always thank you for reading, and i hope your day has been wonderful, and if not i hope it gets better love. <3

Have a nice day/night!

"Shit, you're so fucking tight, and wet, you feel so good around me Mein Schatz" said while reaching to rub my clit. you let out an especially loud moan at the contact. His movements were rough and ruthless as he pounded into you and rubbed your puffy nub.

Soon you felt yourself start to twitch and cum all over his cock again. Although you had came, his pace hadn't faltered one bit as he fucked you through your orgasm. Tears leaked from your lower lash line and you screamed, as the pleasure became unbearably good.

his thrust become more erratic as he chased his release. As he rammed against the deepest parts of me, you were on the verge of your fourth orgasm of the night. As soon as you felt his hot cum fill me, you saw white became completely fucked out. your juices started gushing and flowing out, further making a mess of the sheets, and soaking as well König as well.

König pulled out of you as you felt so full with his cum inside of you .

"You're so Beautiful y/n, Mein Liebling you know that right?" He said, you let out a whimper as he started to gently finger you.

"König please I-I can't cum anymore." you felt so tired you've felt like if your whole body was on fire.

"One more Mein Schatz , just cum for me one more time Mein Liebling" he demanded softly as he leaned over me and nibbled on the lobe of you ear. you moaned as he picked up the pace and added another finger.

As three fingers pumped in and out of my cunt, König whispered softly in my ear. Your brain was barely functioning and all you could focus on was his fingertips prodding at your sweet spots.

 you started to feel another uprising orgasm, you move your hand to your clit and begin to rub rough circles on it.

"fuck! König I'm gonna cum~." I yelled out, König didn't stop but instead sped up as he continued to finger your pussy.

"Cum for me y/n, cum for, me~." he said as he brutally shoved his fingers in and out. you still tried your best to hold on and not fall over the edge. König pressed the palm of his hand against your stomach that put pressure on my bladder.

f-fuck König !"

Eventually, you couldn't hold on any longer and his fingers buried in your hole pushed you into a white-hot orgasm. Your body twitched rapidly and a stream of liquid came spurting from your cunt. you let out a quiet scream and your eyes glossed over.