It's never just your pussy that's sore the day after Kƶnig fucks you. Yeah, his thick cock stretches you to your limit and then some, but it's also long enough to feel it your throat. So when your lower belly is achey and bruised-feeling the next morning, you think nothing of it. It's always tender from Kƶnig's eager, vigorous love making--gentle or slow are nigh impossible with him, with how lost he gets in the tight grip of your cunt around him, and how he's always worried you'll change your mind about letting a beast of a man drill his oversized cock into you before he can come. (You won't, of course, but your sweet boy is always so anxious about it anyway). But when it only hurts worse the next day, despite Kƶnig having given your body a much needed break (and lots of grateful apology kisses) you're a little worried. But you figure your period must be due soon, and curse God for giving women cramps, before moving on with your day.
(When you collapse at work and are rushed to the hospital for an emergency appendectomy, you think perhaps you should have been more concerned).
Coming out of anestesia to find a teary eyed, guilty Kƶnig at your bedside, gripping your hand softly, you smack his shoulder hard enough to make him wince before starting to yell, still loopy enough that you sound far too funny to be at all intimidating.
"When I said you could rearrange my guts, I didn't mean literally!"
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non presented!sub!konig tied up nicely on your bed, the big hulk of mass on your bed moaning and whimpering and basically crying at this point from the intense amount of edging you've put him through.
the 6'something colonel, feared by many, pathetically laying on your bed, pleading with you to stop edging him and finally let him cum. with how pent up he was already, it wouldn't be a surprise of he came from a single touch to a usually non-erogenous zone.
"shh, don't make a sound. i'm trying to listen to someone else." you cooed mockingly at him, watching his lips glisten with saliva and unspoken desire.
trailing your finger once more down his angry, blistering hot appendage, you shift your body upwards, situating yourself on his lap, looking down at him, admiring his ruined and spent body below you.
"you're gonna take it like the gooood boy you are, won't you?" it wasn't a question, merely a statement. but still, he nodded his head 'yes' time and time again, words barely processing in his head, as you sank down onto his cock, head lowering to nuzzle against his scent gland.
everything was normal at first. you made both him and yourself feel good as you rode him into oblivion, licking and scraping at his scent gland, when you suddenly felt a change in the air.
a new scent.
sweet, mind numbing, enough to send you into a frenzy.
it was unusual. extremely strong, powerful enough to engulf all of your senses and leave you dazed.
where was it coming from?
what was it?
and then that weak, higher pitched whine.
what was that? that wasn't from you...
kƶnig.
he never sounded like that previously. even as your sub, he never once let a sound as pitiful and weak as that slip.
there could only be one explanation... no.. surely not?
"...you presented?" you couldn't keep your eyes from widening, as you looked down at him, hand resting against his bare chest. you could almost see the pheromones dancing and twirling and mingling with each other in the hot, humid air as they wafted off of him in concerning amounts.
the poor man couldn't even respond, so lost in the pleasure that he could only pitifully thrust his hips up, clawing at the ropes binding him in place.
"please, please, please, t-touch me, make me feel good, hase..." kƶnig sobbed out, lips parted, breaths coming out as sharp, shallow gasps.
you couldn't deny him this pleasure, especially since he just presented, and was so lost and so confused and was most likely experiencing his first heat.
so you gave in. you wrapped your hand slowly, gently, almost feather-like around his cock, testing the waters by pumping your hand down the shaft once, twice, eagerly awaiting his reaction.
his hips jutted upwards rapidly, a shaky sound leaving his swollen lips as his body threatened to curl in on itself, yet was stopped by the restraints keeping him in place, tightening with every thrash and every sudden jolt he made.
"fuck, fuck, l-like that, like that, d-don't stop-" kƶnig gasped out, eyes fluttering shut, submitting to the waves of pleasure crashing over him.
that was your sign to continue.
your hold on his cock tightened as your movements became more targeted, more precise, wanting to bring him to his climax.
your slick soaked palm moved up to his crimson tip, rubbing small circles across the sensitive nerves, eliciting a reaction of pure pleasure and overstimulation from your poor, poor omega.
"l-liebling, fuck, 'm close, sosososo close-" he cried out, fingers desperately clinging onto his ropes like a lifeline, as if they were the only thing that was grounding him in this overwhelm of sensations and emotions.
"shhh, shh, you can cum. be a good boy for me and cum, okay?" you were barely holding on yourself, his scent becoming dizzying and so, so good.
it didn't take him much longer before he reached his long impending orgasm, his core tightening as a high pitched, loud, almost painful sounding moan slipped past his parted lips, strings of cum spurting out of his cock, painting his body, the ropes and your hand a milky, translucent white.
he was left writhing and shaking on the bed, coming down from his orgasm as you stared at him in amazement and shock, admiring his reactions and behaviours.
bringing your stained hand to your lips, you took a finger, then two into your mouth, tongue swirling around the warm limbs, eyes trained on his ruined form.
he looked so beautiful. so destroyed and so pathetic. his first heat and presentation were making both you and him go wild.
there was no way you were finished with him yet.
"fuck, kƶnig, my little omega... we're not finished yet, y'know?"
you would have to explain to him later what exactly just happened to him.
Your thighs were already trembling, and you hadnāt even taken half of him yet. Kƶnigās massive hands cupped your hips, his grip careful, steady, but there was no mistaking the tension in his forearms. He was holding back, every muscle in his broad frame locked up, terrified of hurting you.
āSchatzā¦ā His voice rumbled low under the hood, muffled but still heavy with concern. āYouāyouāre too tight. You donāt have toāā
āI can,ā you cut him off, stubborn as always. Your nails dug into the fabric stretched across his chest, clinging to him like youād drown if you let go. āI want all of you, Kƶnig. I can take it.ā
A sharp, choked sound left him, almost a laugh but closer to a groan. His hood shadowed his face, but you could still feel his eyes on youāwide, disbelieving, burning. āYouāreā¦ kleiner Engel, I am too much.ā
You shifted your hips, lowering another agonizing inch onto him. Your walls strained, stretched around his thickness, and the burn made your breath hitch. He was already impossibly deep, the blunt head of his cock pressing against the softest, most sensitive parts of you, and you hadnāt even hit bottom yet.
āFuckāā You gasped, nails raking down his chest. āKƶnig, youāreāgod, youāre splitting me apart.ā
His big hands tightened on your hips, holding you still even as you tried to push down farther. He shook his head, hood swaying with the movement. āPlease, donāt rush. I donāt want to break you.ā
You looked up at him, teeth sinking into your lip, eyes stinging with frustrated tears. āIām not fragile, Kƶnig. Let me.ā
That wordāletābroke something in him. His grip loosened slightly, though his thumb still stroked across your hip bone, soothing. He leaned in close, his hood brushing your forehead, his voice a desperate whisper.
āBrave girlā¦ so stubborn.ā
You shifted your weight, rolling your hips, and slowlyāslowlyāsank lower. The stretch burned, but the ache was addictive, dragging gasps and whimpers from your throat with every inch. Kƶnig kept whispering to you, a steady stream of praise and reassurance.
āJa, thatās itā¦ taking me so wellā¦ mein Schatz, youāre perfect.ā His voice cracked as he felt you take more of him, the tight squeeze making his massive body shudder. āSo tight, so warmāscheiĆeādonāt stop.ā
You didnāt. Even when your thighs trembled so hard they nearly gave out, even when tears pricked at the corners of your eyes from the sheer intensity of the stretch, you kept pushing down.
āAlmost there,ā you gasped, forehead pressed to his chest. āI want all of you inside me. Every inch.ā
Kƶnig groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through his chest and into your bones. His hands cradled your waist as though you were fragile glass, though his entire body was coiled tight with restraint.
āYouāll kill me, Engel. You donāt know what you do to me.ā
With one final, desperate push, you seated yourself fully on him. The impact knocked the air from your lungs, a broken cry spilling from your lips as your body stretched to its absolute limit. He filled you completely, every nerve ending alight, your walls clenching helplessly around him.
For a moment, there was silence. Just the sound of your ragged breathing and Kƶnigās muffled curses in German. His hood dipped to your shoulder, forehead pressing hard into the crook of your neck as he fought for control.
āYou did it,ā he whispered hoarsely, disbelief thick in his tone. āMein Gottā¦ you took all of me.ā
You were trembling, overwhelmed, but triumphant. A shaky laugh bubbled out of you. āTold youā¦ I could handle it.ā
Kƶnig pulled back just enough to look at you, his hood casting shadows over his flushed skin. His eyes shone through the fabric, burning with equal parts awe and hunger. His hands slid to your lower back, holding you close, keeping you flush against him so not a single inch could slip away.
āYouāre incredible,ā he breathed, almost reverent. āMy stubborn girl. My perfect girl.ā
You whimpered as he shifted beneath you, the smallest movement making your vision blur with white-hot pleasure. You felt impossibly full, stretched to the point of delirium, every little twitch inside you sending shivers down your spine.
āKƶnig,ā you moaned, clinging to his chest. āMove. Please.ā
His chest rumbled with another groan, but he shook his head, kissing your temple through the mask. āNot yet. You need to get used to me first. Iāll be gentleā¦ Iāll take care of you.ā
You exhaled a shaky laugh, equal parts affection and frustration. āI donāt want gentle.ā
His grip on your hips tightened, and his voice dropped lower, rough with restraint.
āThen hold on, Engel. You wanted it allā¦ā His thighs shifted beneath you, bracing. āNow Iāll give it to you.ā
Cw: Multi fandom, smut, sub characters, reader gets penatrated, oral (reader receives), bondage hanjobs, MDNI
I love these men
Diavolo is the demon lord in devildom. Heās regal, well respected, so surely he commands in the bedroom like he commands respect under his rule? WRONG. You have this huge man rutting into your sex with huffs and puffs, so desperate for you, looking at you with those saccharine honey eyes that make your heart absolutely melt. His hands on either side of your head āPlease my love..ā his voice came out in almost a whimper āIāve been good, Iāve done all my duties, I didnāt even get in trouble with Barbatos onceā¦ā he pleaded. You make a faux thinking face, loving the way he whines for you. āHmmm okay, you deserve a little treat.ā And thatās all he needed to start pounding into you with reckless abandon.
Itās been an HOUR, a whole hour of working up and edging Konig. The poor man is wrecked, but he is so obedient for you so he doesnāt dare move at all, he knows he gets rewarded when he listens to you. But god you were being SO mean. āBitte-ā he whimpered as his hips buck into your hand. āJust- please let me inside you- Meine Liebe.ā Oh how his begging made your stomach flutter. You finally gave him what he deserved. Safe to say he was going to rearrange your guts for the rest of the night.
Some sub!tops are just downright brats though. This is why you have Gojo on his knees, hands tied behind his back as he worships your sex desperately. Needing to taste every part of you. You yank him by the hair away from you, his chest heaving with lust. āCāmon babyā¦ why are you still mad at me?ā He groaned, licking his lips of your juices. āYou know I didnāt mean to embarrass you infront of Kento-ā you pull his hair again, making him moan out. āPlease- let me make you feel good, canāt ya see how hard I am for you??ā He makes a point by pressing his erection against your leg. āFine. On the bed on your back and no cumming tonight.ā Youāre so kind to him <3
Will a "it won't fit" kƶnig with a "I'll make it fit" reader work as an request? With a dash of " your dick was made for me" pretty please?
Making it Fit
Kƶnig x Reader
MDNI
W: Sub! Kƶnig, Dom! Reader, degradation
He's a mess as you grind on his dick. He cant take it. Eyes teary and rolled back, his face is all red and he can feel his body heat up with just how nicely you grind on him. The tip of his dick is bright red and throbbing as it rubs against your entrance. The more you move the more he has to whimper and beg you to just do it already.
He told you it wouldnt fit, he was too big. He was long and not all that gurthy. His dick was curved and pulsing. He kept begging you to let him have a moment to breath. He was sorry and he wanted to fuck you but it wouldnāt work.
But you didnāt let up.
āShut up. Itāll fit. Iāll make it fit.ā You taunted him. You rolled your hips and made sure his tip rubbed against your hole.
āIt wonāt. It canāt.ā He gasped. Even with ten good you knew his face was all red and his cheeks were tear streaked. He was panting. He was ready to give up.
And just as he inhaled a shaky breath, you made sure to sink down on his dick. He gasped and let out a pained moan, one so loud you where sure the entire street could tell what you where both up to. But it didnāt matter.
The burn of the stretch, the feeling of being full, didnāt stop you from bounding yourself up and down. You rolled and bucked your hips, every so often making sure to tell Kƶnig that he was doing a terrible job at keeping quiet.
āLouder slut.ā You whispered as you fucked yourself dumb on his cock.
Kƶnig, in between moans, didnāt register anything by you and said. All he did was buck up into you in search for warmth and a tight grip.
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PAIRING: Kƶnig x Reader Reader is a male. Bottom Kƶnig. KINKTOBER CW: SMUT, double (anal) penetration, use of dildo
Kƶnigās cheek is pressed against the silky pillow, his arms supporting himself beneath the cushion. His knees wobble with the effort of presenting his lower half to you, exhaustion spiraling around his tension-marked muscles. The constant dipping of your cockhead into his clenched hole causes him to let out a whine, never fully situating inside of him. Mindless strings of curses in his language fall from his lips, one of them nearly a tinge too lustful.
āPlease... need it now.ā He whimpers, shuffling himself backwards to you.
You sigh out of imitated disappointment, pretending to disapprove of his chafed state. āCan never be grateful, huh?ā You chastise, your hands curling around the thick muscle of his hips. A man of his status so desperate for your cock elicits a pleased sigh from you, your length impossibly hardening. Finally, you give ināpushing the half of it in carefully, you gently coax him to lighten up for the stretch to mitigate.
You believe heās calmed down his own unfulfilled soul, but that thought is quickly put an end to when he drags out a whine.
āNo,ā Kƶnig shakes his head, breathless, āput it in, too. Please.ā
Right. The toy.
You deliberately roll your hips, the gradual but sure friction laps at his neglected cock, pre-cum continuously beading from the slit. You grab the faux length behind you, one thatās already soaked due to Kƶnigās mouth.
āColor?ā You ask, rubbing in inattentive patterns into his skin as you feel him tighten in anticipation.
āGreen. Itās green, hurāngh!ā
He lets out a moanāone uncharacteristically high-pitched from his throat, a sound that immediately strokes your egoāas you plunge the tip of the dildo alongside your own dick. āYou okay?ā You donāt move yet, leaning down to offer a soothing kiss to his back. He nods all too eagerly, breathing deeply through his mouth. Thatās not what you want. āI need words, K.ā Threateningly, you begin to slide out of him.
āAh, fuck, Iām sorry, schatzi,ā Kƶnig gasps, sensing you unintentionally brushing against his sweet spot, āIām okay, Iām okay, want you to continue.ā
Your cock pulses upon hearing the hint of a needy noise akin to a whimper in the tone of his voice, and with barely any resistance, you inch by inch rock back inside until youāre situated to the hilt. He sputters, trying desperately to keep his legs apart.
Heās met with the blunt prodding of the toy once more, your hand incessantly driving the silicone into him bit by bit. With that, heās frozen for a moment, forced to bite down on the pillow underneath him and clench and unclench helplessly around the two of you.
āMove,ā Kƶnig abruptly gasps, drool dripping down the corner of his lips, āmove, ahnn, moveāā
You donāt need to be told twice.
Though, you only move your wrist, thrusting the toy in and out. Confusion writes itself over his features, but itās quickly replaced with his eyes rolling back as the false length hits his prostate just right.
Glancing downwards where the both of your bodies connect, you have to steel yourself on the bed to not restlessly have him take you then and there. His holeās nearly thoroughly wreckedāall loose and ready to receive what you give him.
And he is, his hips are already subconsciously rolling back to meet the thrusts of the toy, craving the burn and small gnaws of pain that only you can give him.
Kƶnig wanting to be tied up but heās nervous to ask
Tying up subby Kƶnig
Smut Ahead!!
A/n: This scared me to be completely honest, like how do I write this š BUT I CAN DO THIS.
Sorry for the wait, I wanted to make sure that this was good for all of yāall :)
Tags: gn reader, afab reader, fat friendly fic, no pronouns except for āyouā, sub Kƶnig, dom reader, bondage, degradation (m receiving), after care included, slight obsessive Kƶnig, toxic masculinity mentioned, gender roles mentioned, Kƶnig being a wuss, what color have we agreed his eyes are??? also this fic is a lil silly, donāt take me too seriously, gets better as you read lol
Kƶnigās huge and beefy. Heās not made to be gentle, vulnerable. When youāre in military you gotta have muscles, not feelings. But lord does this big man just want to be put in his place.
Whenever he had the time - or privacy - bondage was always his favorite to pleasure himself to. The lack of control, putting your body in the hands of someone else, having to take everything you were given.
The soldiers he worked with didnāt have much of a filter, using any chance they could to compete in some stupid testosterone pissing match. They boasted about coming back home to their submissive wife that they could fold into a million positions. Talking about how strong and dominant they were - but Kƶnig couldnāt help but wish for the roles to be reversed.
Being a dom never really did it for him, he didnāt get all the hype. Heād much rather be the one being played with like clay. Pushed and pulled in all directions, used like a doll, treated like a slut. But he could never tell the other men this! No, heād be ridiculed! I mean, he breaks open doors for a living! He canāt whimper and beg!
But oh lord does he.
He loves his relationship with you. He doesnāt think he could ever find anyone who cares for him as much as you do. God youāre just so fucking perfect. You understand him so well. You donāt make fun of him, you know that he comes with a lot of fucking baggage. Youāre so patient with him, especially when his anxiety is taking over.
Heās been too scared to go too far with you in the bedroom. He wonāt even let you touch him, worried that heāll turn into subby mess right under your hands. Heāll finger you or eat you out, never using his dick. If you ever complain or feel bad about the only one getting pleasured, heāll just tell you that you deserve to feel good, so why donāt you just sit back and let him play with your body?
You guessed that he was just too anxious or insecure to actually fuck yet. You remind him every day that you love him and youād never leave him, I mean, even that bulge is impressive. If he let you suck his dick once youād be his forever. Heās so fucking hot and god wonāt he just fuck you already!! Nothing could turn you off of an absolute hunk of man like him.
Youāve been begging more and more every day, even resorting wearing only his shirt and your underwear, hoping heāll rip it right off of you and take you right then and there. Crawling into his lap and grinding down. But of course heāll just effortlessly pick you up and set you down next to him, giving you a kiss on the head as a sort of apology and racing to the bathroom to deal with his massiveā¦ problem
You rolled your eyes, seriously?!?!?
You know that heās jerking off. This is ridiculous, he obviously wants to fuck you, what the hell is going on? You canāt do this anymore! Thatās it, youāre confronting him and getting a goddamn answer.
Your knuckles knock against the wooden door of the bathroom, āKƶnig. Get out here. Right now. I know youāre jerking off in there.ā
Kƶnig felt heat rush from his tummy to his cock, goddamnit now he was even harder. He strained against his pants painfully, a soft whimper tumbling past his lips. Youāve never been so demanding before. He hate how much it turned him on.
With a large hand clumsily hiding his bulge, Kƶnig stumbled out of the bathroom. He was sheepish, refusing to look you in the eye. He looked so fucking pathetic. And he still looked sexy.
āKƶnig,ā you drawled out his name, frustration evident in your tone - it sent another rush south, Kƶnigās eyes almost rolling back into his skull at the sound, āAre you gonna keep beating your dick in the bathroom or are you going to fuck me?ā
You could practically hear Kƶnig gulp, his hand squeezing down over his hard on. His wide eyes flickered down to your lips, you looked so hot when you were angry.
He nodded slowly, never breaking his gaze from you. Heāll probably last long enough, he just has to go slow - thatās all! He just has to keep focusing on being strong and manly and he wonāt melt at the feeling of your pussy around his cock! Oh god, who is he kidding, he canāt stay dominate around yo-
āYou want me to top you, donāt you?ā
His heart dropped. How do you know? Heās quiet, he never has told you anything about his preferences! Heās in the military! He acts like all his peers, right?
His thoughts are racing and you can tell. His eyebrows are furrowed, eyes moving back and forth - something you realized that he does every time heās deep in thought. You let out a small giggle, āKƶnig, donāt be so oblivious, baby.ā
You walk up to him, hand reaching up to hold his face. The simple touch has him sinking into your hold. āGod look at you, itās not hard to tell. You always liked it when I took charge,ā you leaned forward to whisper in his ear, āYou want me to tie you up? Ride your cock until you canāt see straight? Prove to you how much of a slut you are?ā
His knees almost buckle under him, youāre all he could ever want. Heās fantasied about you so many nights, worried that heād never be enough for you. Worried that he wouldnāt live up to your expectations. But thatās okay, you have all the time in the world to prove to him what a good boy he is.
He couldnāt even think, stumbling as you dragged him into your shared room. You quickly tore off your shirt and pants, only allowing him enough time to take off his shirt before throwing him down on the bed, climbing onto his lap and straddling his thick, muscular thighs.
You looked so pretty on top of him. He loved being under you, he wish he could spend the rest of his life right here.
You playfully rutted your heat down on his rock hard cock, Kƶnig threw back his head. He let out a loud whine, fingers digging into your hips. āYou know Kƶnig, Iāve been planning for this for oh so long. Iāve seen how squirmy you get whenever someoneās tied up on TV. How you grab something to cover your lap. But youāre just so obvious, huh baby?ā You squished his cheeks between your fingers. Your voice was so condescending and he couldnāt help but thrust his hips up into you.
āGod, youāre such a whore for me Kƶnig.ā
He whined, loud. His pretty pink lip caught between his teeth, brows drawn together. He watched as you opened up your bedside drawer and pulled out a bundle of delicate black lace. His face flushed, cock throbbing against you.
He stayed perfectly still for you as you gently grabbed his hands, leading them up the headboard, and tying them together in a neat little bow. The intricate fabric looked perfect next to his bulging muscles. You ran your fingers up and down the sprawling vine like veins in his arms, you could feel him quivering beneath you. His shallow breathes and occasional low moans tumbling past his mouth.
He gave an experimental tug to his bindings, he could barely move. A rush of blood flowed down to his cock. You were so strong, tying him up so tight, leaving him to your mercy.
You could feel him harden even more, a smirk gracing your face, āYou like that baby? You like being tied up under me?ā His head quickly nodded, his pretty blue eyes looking up at you.
āMaybe I should just leave you hereā¦ā you trail off, leaving kisses along his collarbone, āall desperate and whinyā¦ I mean, itās only fair after making me wait this long.ā
You donāt think youāve seen Kƶnig so panicked before. His eyes were blown wide, hands tugging at his bindings so he can hold onto you and keep you right where he needs you. āN-no! Schatz pleaseā¦ please! Bitte mein leiblingā¦ I- y/n, I canāt-ā His words slurred, strung together by his thick accent.
āCome on Kƶnig, stop blabbering. I know you can beg me better than that.ā Your words shut him right up. You could see him process, his mind clouded with lust.
āLieblingā¦ ich braunche dich, I need to have you t-touch meā¦ā he pleaded for you, lips trembling and dick pressing against your thigh. āI want to be inside of you so bad, mausā¦ fuck, Iām so hard for you y/nā¦ā How could you deny him when he was begging you so sweetly?
āOnly because youāre being such a good boy for me.ā You smirked as you oh so slowly unbuttoned his pants. He thrust into the air uncontrollably, even the slightest touch drove him mad. āAh-ah, stay still Kƶnig.ā His teeth dug into his lip at your words.
You pulled him out of his boxers, his cock slapping up against his tummy with how aroused he was. Pre cum slid down to his base in pretty droplets. You wrapped your hand around him, barely covering him entirely from just how big he was. Kƶnig let out small breathy whimpers, the heat of your hand was just so warm and nice against his hard on.
You gave him a small lick at his tip, the flavor of his cock spreading deliciously across your tongue. Kƶnig let out a loud, drawn out groan. More and more peals dribbled from the slit and you quickly caught them in your mouth. Kƶnig pulled down on his restraints as you slowly took the head of his dick in your mouth, sucking gently.
He loved when you treated him so sweetly, so softly. So lovingly. But lord could he not wait for you to fuck him up.
You started bobbing up and down on his cock effortlessly, taking him nice and easy. You looked up him through your lashes as you hollowed your cheeks and it sent his stomach in knots. It felt so good, the warmth and wetness of your mouth was like heaven. Your teeth grazing the skin of his dick, a small reminder that he was under your mercy and control. To another man it might be threatening to think that their pleasure could so easily be turned into something so painful if the person blowing them off only clamped slightlyā¦
But it just pushed him closer to the edge. Being placed in between those pretty jaws of yours, so sweet but so dangerous. Of course youād never hurt him, at least not more than he could handle - or enjoy.
He thrusted up into your mouth only for your hands to hold down his hips. Your eyes glowered at him in warning, you were in charge of his pleasure. He whimpered as a sort of apology, too enraptured in the sight of his cock disappearing between your lips to form words. Your saliva pooling at his base and mixing with his pre cum.
He couldnāt wait any longer, his stomach tightening in short spasms. āMaus, I- Iām gonnaā¦ āM gonna cumā¦ā His breath came out heavy in between his words, your mouth never ceasing as you watched him stumble his words out.
Your lips pulled off his cock with a small āpopā, hand lazily moving up and down on his length. āYeah? You gonna cum? Am I making you feel that good?ā His eyes watered, your words so teasing and mean but so arousing. You let out a little chuckle at his state, feeling him twitch in your hand, āGo ahead, cum for me. Cum for me like the slut you areā
You brought your head back down on his dick, moving fast and rough. He loves the way you talk to him, the way you treat him. Like heās yours. He pulled harder on the lace holding him in hopes of grounding himself, hoping to somehow deal with the overwhelming pleasure you were giving him.
You let his hips thrust into you as he chased his orgasm, loud whines and strings of your name leaving his mouth. You kept your gaze on his face as his brows pinched and eyes closed tight. You felt his cum spill past your lips and leaking down onto his lap. You kept sucking his off long past his high came down, aftershocks twitching throughout his body.
āW-wait itās, itās too much- ngh! Oh my godā¦- y/n!ā You giggled watching him squirm with overstimulation. You laid one of your hands down on his hips, pressing down against him. The other hand traced up and down his cock. It was still hard, pressed against his tummy and smearing left over cum on his skin. He jumped with each ghost of your fingers and whined for your teasing to stop.
You eventually slowed your hand, grinning at the mess Kƶnig had become beneath you, āAlright pretty boy, so fucking sensitive, huh? But if youāre too sensitive for me to even touch you, how am I going to properly fuck you?ā
Standing at the edge of the bed you slowly pulled your underwear down, looking at every twitch of Kƶnig cock as he watched you. You climbed into his lap, your bare cunt hovering above his dick.
Tears fell from the corners of his eyes and he gazed at you as though you were sent by god just for him. āDu bist so schƶn, meine Liebe.ā
Kƶnigās lip quivered as you lower yourself down onto him. His hard cock stretched out your walls so wonderfully. So hot and thick, and all yours. You threw back your head at the feeling of Kƶnig disappearing into you inch by inch.
āKƶnig you feel so fucking good baby, filling me up soooo muchā
Kƶnig searched for your eyes, needing to know just how good he was making you feel. Him. Not anyone else, him. He felt like heād cum just at the thought of pleasuring you so well.
His hands shook in his bindings, he craved the feeling of your skin. He needed to run his hands up the curves of your tits, and down the fat of your hips. He needed to grab your stomach and grope your thigh. He just needed to touch- but he was a good boy. He wouldnāt beg you to untie him, no, he needed to prove he could be nothing but a toy for you to use. This was all about you.
God, you.
Your hips met his and the final stretch lodged a moan through your pretty lips. Kƶnig involuntarily bucked into you as a tear rolled down his cheek at the bliss of being inside of you.
You reached down a hand to dry his face, your other hand pressing down against his lap,
āAw, Baby, itās okay. Donāt get too excited though, you keep still.ā
Your voice was soft but firm. So melodious. It sounded like honey to Kƶnig and you could feel him throb inside of you as he held back another thrust.
You teasingly rolled your hips with his full dick inside of you, head thrown back and thoroughly enjoying yourself. Kƶnigās teeth burrowed into the soft plush of his lip, overwhelmed by the sight of your heavenly state and the overstimulation to his cock.
His jaw dropped open as he felt you slowly rise up until only the tip was encased in your warmth, and then quickly falling back down to his hips. You watched as Kƶnig whimpered, eyes screwed shut as pleasure shot through him.
You picked up the pace with each movement, up and down, up and down. More and more whines tumbling past Kƶnigās lips as they harmonized with your own moans. Your slick and his cum mixed together over his hips and the insides of your thighs. You reached a hand forward, tracing patterns on his stone hard stomach. It was like chiseled marble, perfectly sculpted all for only you to see and to touch.
He jumped, the muscle in his tummy jumping at the feeling and relaxing at your chuckle.
āI donāt think Iāll ever get used to how sensitive you are, Kƶnig.ā You leaned forward even more, lips teasing his ear. āItās gonna make fucking you a lot harder for you and a lot more fun for me.ā
You straightened your back, mean grin gracing your features. Kƶnigās eyes reached the back of his skull, too pleasured to feel real fear at your words. It only pushed him further to finishing. His stomach muscles spasming in preparation and his body tensing.
You suddenly stopped, his cock fully encased in your tight warmth. A twisted cry came from Kƶnig, desperate for you to continue but not daring to thrust his hips into you. You leaned against your arms propped on his chest, staring deeply into his eyes as he stared back.
Your voice was low aa you spoke, āAre you gonna cum again, Kƶnig? Cum for your first time from my pussy? Cumming like the pussy drunk slut you are?ā
A small sob left Kƶnig, tears falling from his face. It was as all so much, almost too much. Having you be everything heās ever dreamed of. He nodded his head, your word bouncing around his skull.
āY-yes meine liebe, please. Please, let me. I love you.ā Another sob, āNgh, Iām- Iām your slut y/n, Iām your whore.ā
āAwww.ā You smiled wickedly at him, crashing your lips against his as you continued to ride him. His cock reached all the right places, leading you to your own release. You bit at his lips and even his tongue, his moans filling your mouth. Drool dribbled down his chin and slid down his neck.
Your pussy clenched around his cock, gripping him like you never wanted him to leave. The sound of your skin connecting was like music to Kƶnigās ears. The sound of accomplishment. The sound of his love in physical form. The sound of you taking him and putting him right where he fucking belonged.
His tummy tightened again, dick pulsing inside of you. You felt your own stomach pool with pleasure. You momentarily broke from Kƶnigās mouth, saliva stringing you together. His tongue lolled out, desperate for your connection to resume.
āCum for me Kƶnig, cum with me and prove to me that youāre mine and only mine.ā Your lips reached his yet again as your hips moved faster and faster. You even allowed Kƶnig to sloppily thrust into you. Each time your bodies met it felt like heaven, pushing you further and further to what you knew would be an other worldly orgasm.
All that mattered in this moment was you, it didnāt matter if he fucked before or if heād cum from someone else before. It felt like he was doing it for the first time. Like this was the only time that mattered. The only person that made him feel this fucking good. This fucking loved.
The pleasure rose and rose, until it snapped. Euphoria rushing over your bodies in waves. A strangled cry pushed into your mouth from Kƶnig. You could feel him filling you up, warmth spreading throughout your body. You did a few more slow lazy thrusts before pulling yourself off of him, sitting up and looking down at the mess you made.
God he was pathetic, tears drying against his face, lips swollen and bruised, and his eyes looking at you with pure admiration.
You lazily crawled off the bed, leaving Kƶnig whining for you. When you returned you had a warm wet towel. You sat next to Kƶnig and gently cleaned him off, careful to not overwhelm him too much. You could feel him jump underneath you every now and then from his overstimulation. When you were done you quickly cleaned your self off and laid the towel on the bed side table, turning back to Kƶnig who watched your every move with a soft gaze.
You untied the lace around his wrists, holding them in your hands and massaging them lightly. āDoes your skin hurt at all baby?ā
āN-no. Well, not unbearably. The stingā¦ feels nice.ā His voice was husky and low. You smiled at him, before lying down and cuddling up to his chest. He was damp with sweat and his flesh was feverishly hot under your hands. His arm snaked under you and held you tight against him. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
āI love you so much maus, thank youā¦ thank you for making me yours.ā
A/n: oh. my. god. Itās finally over. I finally finished it. Sorry for being gone for so long! Hope this makes up for my absence :)
thinking about pretty boys who want to be broken so bad. pretty boys who touch themselves daily to the thought of you using them however, and whenever you want, pretty boys who can never look you in the eye when you talk face to face, because theyre sure if you hold eye contact long enough youāll figure them out; youāll realize theyāve been jerking their pathetic cocks to the mere thought of you- maybe theyāre afraid youāll realize youāre missing a pillowcase, your favorite shirt, maybe even your underwear- but what they donāt realize is that you already know. you know about the countless occasions where theyāve snuck into your room, the many nights your name was called into the empty air, and the multiple times theyāve turned in early to do something about the raging hard on inside their briefs.
thinking about pretty boys who, when you finally decide to do something about it, deny your allegations with their cock pressing uncomfortably against their pants, pretty boys who crumble the second you touch them, moaning like a whore when your hand so much as grazes against their dick, and pretty boys who beg for more, even though theyāre all spent because theyāve been wanting this for so so long.
kƶnig, gojo, geto, armin ā your favorites
im scared to proof read this its so bad & v lazy iām sorry
