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.
still, könig is asking if that feels any better but you’re face first burying into the pillow, biting the sheets, given up on asking so you just end up taking his fat cock til you both cum. (aka til you feel like you’ve met death)
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könig enjoys having sex with his sugar baby, but one particular night where he fucks you on top of a bed of his hard earned money… was the best night of his life. he challenged you to collect as much money as you could while he railed you.
“watching you spend my money turns me on, makes me want to force you to spend it so i can fuck you every night, my maus” he mumbles, thrusting into you with fervour as the money underneath the two of you crunches and crumpled from every movement.
you can feel the girth of his cock stretching you and the inked 100 dollar bills sticking to your sweaty skin but none collected in your hand, “you’re just a little slut who’ll do anything for a taste of this wealth.”
he rammed his big, rich cock into you harder and harder, enjoying the sight of watching you try and hold the money in your hands while he fucked you.
you don’t remember how you ended up here, bent over on a polished wooden desk with könig’s huge cock pounding you from behind. you only remember bringing him a manila folder.
your skirt was bunched up messily by your waist and your black thong fallen around your ankles. könig’s tie was loose, his sweaty chest littered with hair, exposed.
“I have a cartel meeting in two days at 3pm, do you mind adding that to my schedule?” his voice was ragged but still composed as he murmured that message into your ear.
trembling, you clutched a black pen and his yearly planner book and messily jotted the information down whilst trying to take his fat cock over and over.
“that’s the wrong—,” his large hand came down onto your ass with a harsh slap, “—fucking day.” könig growled into your ear as you scheduled the meeting on the wrong date.
“I’m… I-I’m sorry sir…!” you moaned, crossing out the wrong info the best you could. your eyes rolled back, the pleasure bordering on pain. he thrust into you harder, shaking his desk as he grabbed your shoulders as leverage to impale you back onto his dick.
he continued to fuck you relentlessly until you were able to schedule his meeting on the right day and the right time. by the end of it, you were covered in marks, leaking his cum, and somehow lost your panties.
w: teeny bit of manipulation and kidnapping, pussy mention
after being rejected all his life and then, by you, he’s given up being the nice guys. everyone knows the saying, nice guys finish last. but not him, he doesn’t want to finish last at all.
König kidnapped you. after the rejection, he didn’t want you going to anybody else. there was a reason why he tried asking you out in the first place.
but now he’s eating you out.
frantically apologising under his breath but no real sincerity under it just made it all the more confusing, “I’m sorry angel… sorry… but you taste so good,”
königs cock was hard under his track pants, somehow apologising for eating you out after kidnapping you for himself, turned him on to the max.
his tongue swirled around your cunt, his eyes wild with a hunger that went beyond simple attraction. he feasted on your dripping pussy like it was his last meal, sucking and lapping up at your juices, "see, angel? this is what you've been missing out on. this is what you gave up when you said no."
his voice was a low murmur, the kind you'd expect from a lover, not a kidnapper. a mere ‘please’ was all you could murmur out beyond the poorly tied gag on your mouth.
“please? did you say please? are you begging? please say you’re begging… yes…” könig parroted after hearing your whimper. “are you begging for me?”
his eyes were dilated, looking up at you. obsessively.
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“I can’t believe they allowed my uniform suggestion for the maidens,” he joked around, his warmth surrounding you completely as he ogled your body in the outfit.
he knew your hips and thighs intimately, the way he’d stare when you cleaned the lounging rooms and mopped the floor. your uniform would ride up and he could finally get a peek at your skin.
“your body was made for me to worship and for me to devour.” the huskiness in his voice didn’t go unnoticed, instead giving you chills. you never took him for a… perv. he’s a prince, he was always considerate and down to earth.
somehow this is the same prince in front of you, his cock throbbing without a doubt underneath all the luxurious royal wears. he ran his hands over your clothed breasts, feeling the silky fabric along with lace as it followed the plumpness of your tits.
“how can something so divine belong to a mere servant?” his voice was thick with lust as he kneaded your chest. you bit down on your lip as to avoid drawing attention to yourselves in the hallway.
in doing so, you were unable to protest and könig was quick to use it as an invitation to continue. his large hands found the strings keeping your uniform together.
holeh moleh sorry for going MIA yo🙏 i promise i’m not dead works just been kicking my asssssssssss so considering this a peace offering while i still juggle fantasising and money making 😜😜
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w: a/b/o office au with könig!!!
sometimes i think about how he’d corner you in that cramped office as an unclaimed omega, the scent hitting first—vanilla, warm earth, something sharper underneath—and suddenly the air feels too thick to breathe.
you’d probably be in shock, trying to find leverage but könig would reassure you, telling you: “it’s okay… hold onto me.” his hand would find your spine, rough and deliberate, guiding you closer, while the other tangled in your hair. maybe after, könig would tilt your head just so. your throat bare, pulse fluttering where he could feel it.
he wouldn’t kiss you… not yet. instead he’d breathe you in, lips brushing the edge of your skin like a warning, a claim. “that’s it. don’t fight it,” he’d rasp, his voice a vibration against you, his grip anchoring every trembling inch of your body to his. he’d do his best to be gentle but there’s no guarantee his office desk isn’t gonna break.
Warnings/Tags: 18+ work!! minors shoo flyyyyy - tin/machine/purple viktor, SLIGHT submissive viktor, submissive reader, exes trying to get back together (oof dont do that), suggestive innuendoes, attempted dirty talk, cussing, breeding mentions, erm no protection smh, kissing, smut with plot, f!reader implied but no use of feminie pronouns — tell me if I've missed anything!
< Part One
"Say something..." He muttered under his breath. Viktor was frustrated and trying to keep himself in control. He was a bit pent up, he wasn’t going to lie to himself about that. You were clearly being affected somewhat by this, which was making him struggle to maintain his usual persona.
His lips trail down your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps and saliva. His touch is both familiar and terrifying, a ghost of the past. You try to push him away, but his grip on your thigh is like iron, pinning you in place.
"Stop this, Viktor," you whisper, your voice trembling. He ignores your plea, his hand finding the button of your shirt and expertly undoing it. The cool air against your skin sends a shiver down your spine, but it's nothing compared to the burning sensation of his gaze as it roams over your body.
“You used to love it when I touched you like this,” he murmurs, his voice a low, deliberate growl that seems to crawl under your skin. His words linger in the air, weighted with nostalgia. “You’d arch your back, moan my name like it was the only thing you knew…”
His fingers trail up your arm, feather-light, as if testing your reaction. When you don’t pull away, he steps closer, his presence overwhelming, his scent intoxicating. The heat radiates from his body, and you hate how it makes your skin prickle with awareness.
Slowly, methodically, he pulls at the hem of your shirt, peeling it away to reveal the soft lace of your pastel pink bra. His eyes darken, their intensity almost feral, locking onto you like a predator cornering its prey.
He stares. And he stares long.
Viktor falls into a trance simply by just staring at your undergarment. He hasn't seen you like this in years yet he already seems dizzy and hazy. From all those years ago... you've definitely increased a little in cup size as your breasts fully molds into his hands. His eyes darken as he gazes down at you, lingering on the delicate lace of your bra. He reaches out a finger, tracing the outline of your breast, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.
"Such beautiful things," he murmurs, his voice a low growl. "Hidden away from the world."
You couldn't voice your protests anymore as this intimacy between the two of you brings back vivid, sensual memories when you two lived together. Though he may have changed as a human and his morals, he hadn't changed the way his careful fingers intricately ran across your skin.
Viktor's fingers were warm despite looking like a machine. As he lowers himself to level with your tits, he inhales your scent. It was a slow and intimate inhale, your entire scent coating his senses. He looks up at you, amber honey eyes sparkling with intensity and need before taking your left, clothed nipple into his mouth.
A shiver courses through you when his mouth brushes against your nipple—just barely at first, a teasing caress. The contact sends an involuntary jolt through your body, your back arching before you can stop yourself. His low chuckle vibrates against your chest.
“Still so sensitive,” he remarks, his voice a mixture of satisfaction and possession. With his free hand, a thumb brushes over the peak of your right breast in slow, deliberate circles, coaxing another soft gasp from your lips. The touch is maddening, gentle enough to tease.
Viktor's mouth grows to salivate immensely, almost like a slobbering dog. His lips were shiny and smooth, his tongue moving in desperate fervor against the pink lace of your bra.
His lips part even more and he takes you into his mouth again, his tongue drawing more lazy patterns that leave your mind spinning. You let out a soft exhale, the sound barely escaping, muffled by the tension straining in your throat. He pulls back, his lips glistening as a thin strand of spit connects his tongue to the now dark pink, damp spot on your bra.
He admires the pert mound of your hardened nipple against the lace. Viktor leans down, his mouth closing over your tits again, suckling gently. His eager free hand gently twist and tug at your other nipple as well as running his palm over your flesh. He moans gently when he fondles your tits.
He pulls back, his eyes filled with a hunger that makes your blood run cold.
"Viktor wait—" you attempt to voice a protest but he's quick to ignore it just as fast as you spoke. He moves his hand to the clasp of your bra, his fingers fumbling with the delicate hooks.
"No... no, I'm not stopping." Finally, they snap open and he gently pulls the bra away, revealing your breasts fully. To him, they sat incredibly nicely for him.
You gasp, your eyes wide with a mixture of fear and arousal. Viktor's eyes devour your body, taking in every curve, every inch of your skin. The sudden exposure left you vulnerable and exposed.
He reached out and cupped one of your breasts in his hand, the warmth of his palm engulfing the flesh. He gently massaged it, his touch sending more pleasure through you, your body arching towards him, "You feel so good," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "So soft, so warm..."
Viktor leaned down and took your other breast in his mouth, gently sucking on your bare nipple. You exhaled harshly, your head thrown back in ecstasy. He moved his free hand lower, tracing the curve of your stomach. He hungrily laps up your nipple, causing him to pull you towards his mouth even more.
When he pulls back, Viktor stands up to his full height, pulling you to his metallic body, "Bed, now. On your back." He demanded you, desperately wanting to see you listen to him on your own will. Something you used to do.
Willingly, but also with a hint of hesitation, you climb into the safe confines of your bed. You lay against your soft sheets, eyeing him with a bit of anxiety.
He kneels between your legs without wasting a second, his eyes never leaving yours the moment you lay. He reached out and gently stroked your inner thigh. When his fingers brush between your legs, you gasp audibly, the sound loud in the thick silence between you. He circles his touch, the pressure maddeningly light. Tension coils low in your belly and you bite your lip, desperate not to give him the satisfaction of hearing your moans.
Unlike your bra, Viktor claws at your knee-height skirt. He was hungry to get them off, wanting access to you like his life depended on it. He couldn't wait any longer. Reaching out, he traced the delicate curve of your hip with a fingertip.
He reached for the hem of your skirt, his fingers brushing against your thigh. With a swift, practiced move, he slid the skirt down your legs, the soft fabric pooling at the edge of your bed. Your hands instinctively reached for him, but he held them captive, his grip firm yet gentle. He wanted to savour this moment, to prolong the anticipation, to watch the way your body arched and pleaded beneath him.
"Slower, Viktor... you're too fast." You mumbled, slightly sitting up as you look down at your now bare legs.
He chuckled a low. He moved lower, his eyes fixed on the delicate lace of your panties, the way they clung to your hips, outlining the curves of your body like second skin.
"Such gorgeous legs," he completely ignored your plea. With a single, decisive movement, he tugged them down, revealing the silken expanse of your inner thighs, the delicate folds of your cunt bathed in the soft light, "and a gorgeous... pussy."
You arched against him, a desperate plea etched on your face, your eyes wide with a mixture of fear and ecstasy. He met your gaze, his eyes burning with a possessive hunger. Viktor reached out and gently stroked your inner thigh, the contact igniting a burning sensation between your legs.
"You're so wet for me," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "Always have been." You didn't even realise yourself the amount of arousal that pooled between your thighs. His metallic fingers traced the hairs that framed your cunt, his eyes sparkling amber and pink. He moved his hand lower, his fingers brushing against the entrance to your core.
You gasped, your hands instinctively reaching for his hair before pulling away in realisation. You couldn't succumb fully, this was your ex.
However, he took that as the go ahead. Slowly, achingly slowly, he pushed a finger inside you, slow and deliberate, the intrusion sending a spark of shock and pleasure. You whimpered at the penetration of his finger, the feel of foreign skin inside you.
"So tight, so ready, I love it." he whispered, his voice rough with desire.
"Viktor..." you sighed out his name, resulting in a lip bite from him, his name slipping from your lips in a broken whisper.
Your legs were spread wide, an invitation he could not ignore. His gaze roamed over you, drinking in every curve, every glimmer of sweat that caught the soft flicker of light. Another finger of his plunged deeper inside your cunt with a confidence born of knowing your body already. The sound of your low moan filled the room, a quiet surrender that sent a shiver down his prosthetic spine.
"Pretty pussy..." His fingers began to move, finding a rhythm that felt instinctive. Each thrust of his fingers inside your hole was hungry, coaxing out a response from you. The subtle shivers that rippled across your skin, the way your thighs tensed and quivered under his touch.
"Nngh..." a huff of a whimper escaped your throat. He was entranced by you, the rise and fall of your chest, the way your lips parted as if to call his name but never quite did.
With excruciating slowness, he withdrew his fingers, relishing the way your body leaned into the absence. The sight of you flushed and trembling, was intoxicating. Viktor brought himself towards your face.
His head dipped low and he pressed his mouth to you, claiming you with a ferocity. His kiss was deep and consuming as he sought to imprint every part of you onto himself. His tongue explored your mouth, tasting you thoroughly, basking in the rawness of your arousal. His kisses trailed lower, moving to the hollow of your throat.
You closed your eyes, slowly submitting to his actions. Viktor descended between the valley's of your pert tits with warm and thirsty kisses.
Lower, lower, lower.
You felt the heat of his breath before his tongue made contact with the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, tracing a wet, teasing path upward.
"Your pussy is so pretty," he repeated, "I've dreamed of this precious hole every night, used to come all over myself to the thought of it being presented to me like a feast."
He pressed his lips against your clit, his tongue swirling, craving the taste he longed for for years. He tasted the sweetness of your arousal, the salty tang of your sweat and it drove him wild. His movements shifted, his tongue alternating between slow, torturous circles and quick, darting strokes. Each change brought a new reaction from you—a gasp, a shudder, a keening whimper.
Viktor wanted to unravel you completely, wanting to prepare you for his aching cock.
He continued to worship you, his tongue a relentless instrument of pleasure, until he pulled back with a pant with his chin drenched in your wetness. He teased you, wanting you to cum on his cock.
He'd make you cum on his face another time.
He unclipped his navy blue cloak, revealing his veiny purple, shimmering cock. He was already leaking, the pearly pre-cum trailing underneath his length.
"Need you." Was all he said as he ground the tip of his erection against your prepared cunt. Viktor groaned, throwing his head back slightly, some of his chocolate locks slick against his forehead. He let out a soft sigh as he listened to the sounds of your wetness against his cock.
"Can I put it in?" Viktor's soft Czech accent managed to reach his whimpering words. But instead, he didn't wait for an answer.
With a growl, he thrust inside your cunt, filling you completely.
"Fuck!" You cried out. You hadn't slept with anyone in a few months so you were glad Viktor prepared you. He felt lengthier and you definitely weren't used to his 'new' cock. He buried his face in your hair, his own cries of pleasure mingling with yours.
He moved slowly at first, savouring the feel of you, the taste of you. He wanted to memorise the way your body responded to him. It had been a good few years without your touch. The way you gasped, the way your legs tightened around him, the way you whispered his name like a prayer.
Viktor's cock throbbed inside your cunt, probing beneath your lower abdomen, "I'm here... right here." He lifted the careful, purple, supernatural hand of his and pressed it against your bare skin where his dick reached from inside. He gazed at the tummy bulge, relishing the feel of his cock head rubbing right there.
"Aaah..." His pace quickened, his control unraveling as your movements matched his. The sound of his 'skin' slapping your skin, every thrust urged Viktor on. He tilted his head back, a moan escaping his lips, his hands finding your plush hips, then your hair. Viktor needed to bury himself as deep as he can get.
"You're so tight, it's driving me crazy," He buried his face against your neck, his breath hot and uneven as he whispered your name like a vow, “I want you to look me in the eyes while I’m inside you.”
You arched into him, desperate for more. You don't remember him being this talkative during sex. As you responded with only moans and whimpers, Viktor seemed to pick up the pace. He wants you to say something. He needs it.
"Can't you be a good little... whore and respond to your lover?" He moved with a primal rhythm, his hips grinding against yours with increasing thrusts, "I never want to stop fucking you."
Where did this talk come from? What had he learned all these years? Viktor's amber eyes glossed over with lust and shimmer, his forehead covered in a light layer of sweat as his eyebrows creased due to the immense pleasure.
"Oh God, Viktor..." You finally responded with something.
"I want to fuck you in every room of this house." His response back was even quicker and more pathetic. HIs words strung with an air of thirst. The air is thick with the smell of sex, so lewd, so sweaty. You clenched at the use of every cuss word that slipped through his pink lips, "S-So... warm."
You felt yourself nearing the edge, a wave of pleasure building within your lower abdomen. Viktor needily thrusted into your slick pussy, "I'm close..."
"Can I cum inside you? I need to cum inside you." He scans your face quickly, picking up on any facial expression or any answer before he bursts, as he does his best to hold back. You can feel his hips stutter, purposely not answering his question.
Viktor bites his lip, exhaling a harsh groan against your ear. You simply whine in response, "Cum Vik..."
His eyes, heavy-lidded and clouded with raw desire, fix on your every movement with an intensity in the way his gaze examines your own sweat covered face, hair strands sticking to your skin. Under the weight of his stare, you find yourself quivering, succumbing to the pleasure of his cock.
It’s almost too much, the power of his attention making your breath hitch as your fingers involuntarily press harder into his thighs, seeking some anchor against the overwhelming sensations.
The intensity of the moment overwhelms Viktor, his restraint unraveling as a deep groan escapes his lips, "I'm going to breed you so good."
His body moves on instinct, his hips lifting in a desperate response and coming back down against your pelvis, each thrust wild and uninhibited. His movements grow erratic, each surge of his hips filled with raw urgency.
As you hit your release with a loud whimper, you clench enthusiastically out of your own control. Your thighs gently spasming. A soft, broken cry escapes his lips, the sound filled with a vulnerability as he halts his hips against your own. When Viktor stills balls-deep inside your slick cunt, warm ropes of his cum fill you up.
In the throes of his release, he surrenders completely, collapsing with his full weight against you. His breath comes in shallow, trembling gasps. Viktor’s lips part and your name spills out in a soft, broken whimper.
His hips gently stutter, the aftershocks running wild through his thighs and his cum already leaking out your hole, "I love your body so much..."
Your breaths come in shallow, uneven gasps as you rest against him, your chest rising and falling in time with the frantic beat of your heart. The pads of your fingers trace the curve of his shoulder blades, the soft ridges of muscle beneath his supernatural skin.
"Did you remember us better? How good it felt, every night when we did this?" He pathetically asked you, puppy eyes staring up at you with fluttering eyelashes.
“When this all mattered?” You replied coolly, deliberately letting your voice remain detached, though it was harder than you wanted it to be. You refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing how his words had affected you. But he didn’t look away, his gaze clinging to yours with a desperation that was almost unbearable.
"It always mattered."
Post Notes: wooow viktor 😋😍😍 im soooooooo gonna do more smut of him
