#konig

first time writing konig, i’ve got plans for him…big 6’10 plans for him…. or at least several fics. anyway havent stopped thinking about this loser dude. i feel like i want to write more about this reader and konig…

you’d think konig would be a terrible eater, you’ve seen him eat food, he eats like an animal. this once you saw him eat forty one chicken wings in one go, horrifying, and he ate them, licking the sauce off his fingers with his stupid long tongue

he always stares at you with those lovesick eyes, bordering on obsession. holds his arm out for you, lets you nap on his shoulder, you aren’t even a soldier for KorTac, just a humble analyst that gets dragged along for missions. you’ve always been hidden behind thick glasses and textbooks, and now this 6’10 mammoth of a man stares at you like he sees you, and calls you his rose. 

you think he’ll be a terrible eater, as he’s kissing down your neck, down your stomach, reaching your wet pussy. and then he puts his big hand on your abdomen, holds you in place, and then laps. he laps like a cat that got the cream, laps like he means it. his tongue dips into your cunt like he’s testing sweet nectar, and his stupidly long tongue has you seeing stars.

“liebchen, that was the nicest meal i’ve ever had, ja?” he says, after you’ve cum twice on his face, coating his lips.

“j-ja, yes, whatever— fuck.” you gasp out, fuck this guy and his 41 chicken wing eating ass who could make you cum so easily. oh wait, you already were. 

Larger than life, the sheer size of him only more exaggerated by the fact you've always been on the short size. You hear almost everyday how difficult it will be, your supposedly giant baby. Honestly, you're worried too, though you suspect konig is the most stressed.

"I broke the record in my hospital, schatzi. Fifteen pounds. Schatzi, Do you hear me." Which. As one would predict, only served to make you more nervous.

Then the day comes and....they're...small.

Tiny, little babies. Twins, how the hell it was missed it beyond you. Your husband is well over six feet, weighs a solid three hundred and some pounds, and his two new babies can easily be held in one hand each.

As the shock of everything settles in, you both learn that your babies will absolutely scream and wail if konig attempts to hold them normally, only settling properly when curled up in his hands. He's practically crying all the time from how fragile they are compared to him.

Seeing the tiny pairs of socks he sews for them has you crying, too. He loves them so so much.

Your favorite memory is watching the little ones, now a bit older but still so small, snuggling together on konigs back while he naps, enough space they can't easily roll off.

He doesn't say anything until after the two of you have fucked, though, when he asks you how much he owes you for the best night of his life.

To say you're offended is an understatement.

non-con. he's a perv in this.

playfully fighting with bsf!konig before he swipes his foot under yours, pinning you with ease. see, before, you screamed and squealed with excitement as he'd hold you above his head with no issue. "wanna get down, maus? be nice," he held your thigh and planted his hand on your chest and threatened to drop you if you didn't stop! he's playful, you've come to like that about him. it's only now, when you're underneath him in his dim bedroom, that you realize he's much stronger than you--too much stronger. his nose digs into your neck, snuggling in before pressing his bulge against your thigh.

you whine out his name, only for your voice to be muffled by his hand. it's clamped around your mouth, smudging your saliva across your plush lips. "mäuschen, quiet, please." his voice was shaky; his thick cock hadn't had relief in ages. can't you help him? your body's all warm, and those short whimpers coming from your throat tell him you want it, right?

he's just so big, and he easily holds you down and frots his poor cock against you faster and faster until his warm load oozes down his pant leg. "scheiße, maus. look what you've done to me. feel it." he yanks your hand down to your thigh, only to be met with his pulsing tent. "ngh—yes, maus, feel it." the warmth of his body on top of yours, the feeling of his cock all sticky on your thigh, his gruff, low voice in your ear. he's perverted.

you have to remember, maus. he's much stronger.

hmmm könig acting like an excited but desperate puppy, asking you “does that feel good? do you like it? tell me, is that the spot, my hase?” constantly because he has slight doubt. except he underestimates his size and already, his seemingly ‘slow’ pace is drilling into you so you’re unable to answer him.

now you’re being fucked dumb and you haven’t said anything, by his own knowledge of sex, he simply assumes he’s not pounding you good enough. his ‘slow’ pace becomes almost impossible to take when his thrusts begin to speed up and fuck you deeper.