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Fraternization

PAIRING: Dark!König x Reader

AUTHOR'S NOTE: English isn't my first language so I'm sorry. Also Live, Love, Laugh König. Fanon!König is cute don't get me wrong, but Canon!König? God I am such a whore-

WARNING: NON-CON/DUB-CON, DARK, SMUT, NSFW, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Fingering, Stomach Bulge, Age Gap, Unprotected Sex, Cockwarming, Implied Discharge, Power Imbalance, Abuse of Authority, Tight Space, No Beta Reader, Dom! König, Size Kink, Size Difference

KÖNIG IS A HUGE MAN. You know it. Everyone in KorTac knows it. He’s literally a giant, a fucking behemoth of a man.

He’s been in the army longer than you. You’re sure he’s in his early forties. You’ve seen his file. He’s a big man. So big that you often have to crane your head to properly look at him or when conversing with him.

It didn’t help that you’d sometimes, allegedly for legal purposes, see that sickening glee in his eyes. As if the colonel gets off of the fact that you’re smaller than him. That in a whim, he can crush you or pin you down.

And you ate that shit up every single time.

You made it your goal every single day to be his perfect little soldier, lapping up every praise he gave you despite it being a simple “Good job, hase.” and it would engrave inside your head, feeding in to your delusions revolving around the colonel.

It was supposed to be a simple mission.

Infiltrate the target’s highly secured base, get the intel, and then get out. Simple, right?

At least, that was what you thought.

Everything had been going so well. You were able to successfully bypass the security systems and download the necessary information, and the colonel was standing guard by the doorway.

Any enemy soldier that walked in would be crushed by him. He would silence them with such swift movements that it amazed you.

But everything went south all because König was cocky.

Too cocky for his own good, you think. He was as cocky as he is a big, if not more than you’d ever comprehend. You wouldn’t be surprised if his cockiness got him killed. You didn’t mind despite loving the attention from him, but it did matter to you that you could die with him. You didn’t want to die simply because your lust for life was stronger than your stupid affections for the colonel.

One of the enemy guards that König had been toying with had called for backup or maybe even screamed into the hallway so loud it alerted the others. You’re not sure. You were too busy doing your task before König had snatched the USB drive and dragged you by the wrist.

His hand was warm.

Too warm that it felt suffocating and uncomfortable. They were gigantic too, proportionate to his size and height. It didn’t hurt, but being dragged by the colonel made it hard for you to keep up with his large and swift strides, and your little legs could barely catch up.

“Keep up, hase!”

König barks at you with impatience at your slow speed, the sound of enemy soldiers behind the two of you were getting louder as a bullet whizz passed your ear.

“I’m trying my best!” You hollered as you forced your legs to its limits.

“Meine Fresse!” He growled at you.

Before you can make a remark or even utter a word, the world around you spins, and all you can see is the ground and his giant feet running as the floor passes by in a blur as he hauls you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing—and you do weigh nothing, at least, for him.

König darts down the halls, making sharp turns here and there.

You feel him shove you in a locker, and before you can process the events, his burly body was squeezed against you in the cramp locker. The sound of footsteps came and went, before silence settles as you held your breath.

It wasn’t long before you relaxed after making sure there was no one outside. You breathe in a sigh of relief, panting from all the running and the adrenaline that leaving your system.

It’s too cramped in here, you thought as you squirmed in hopes of making room; König’s virile scent from being pressed against his body filled your senses.

It was suffocating. It was intoxicating.

“Scheiße, stop fucking squirming!” König hissed.

His cold blue eyes, glaring down at your smaller form as his eyes flashed crimson from the red warning lights outside.

His gigantic hands finding its place by your hips to steady you so you wouldn’t fall out of the locker. His voice turned somewhat soft, as if he’s struggling to say it kindly and in a soft tone.

“Calm down, hase.”

“I’m trying!”

The words leave your mouth, lips gasping as it parts. Your eyes wander around in the dark, trying to see anything other than his eyes that were lit up by red light before they adjust in the darkness. König sighs tiredly.

“It is indeed rather tight...” eyes rolling. “Trust me, I would rather be anywhere else other than being stuck here with you. So, calm down.”

His voice is stern this time, authoritative as he gave his orders. Hungry eyes watching you as you tried to calm down. Your heart beats in your chest as you gazed up at him, eyes cold and merciless. You feel his hand snakes up your hips to your waist, pulling you a little closer.

“König-“

“Silence, hase. Otherwise, we’d get caught and then get shot, ja?”

You paused, realizing that you were sitting right on his crotch. König seemed to be distracted, peering out of the locker to make sure the coast is clear before turning his cold and hungry—hungry?—gaze right down at you…

And he was hard.

A whimper escapes your lips, feeling him poking right where your pussy would be.

“König…?” Your voice shaky and a little breathless.

“Ja, hase?”

König’s eyes watched your every movement, the hand on your waist squeezed you for a bit before it settles on your arm.

His touch trailed up your wrist and on to your shoulders, before his glove covered-hand rests on your neck. The colonel’s fingers rests by your pulse and he felt it race, despite your body being still. König felt a jolt of excitement as you sat there with your back on the wall and pressed deliciously against him, and you being so vulnerable and soft. He couldn’t help but grin beneath his sniper hood, knowing exactly why you’re acting the way that you are.

How could he not take advantage of the situation?

You were at his mercy inside this tiny confine space.

There was nowhere for you to run. Like a bunny trapped with a wolf, he would devour you.

And König plans on savoring every single part of his prey.

“Could you maybe… rearrange our position?” You bit your lip, trying not to moan as you accidentally rubbed on him when you squirmed. “Your crotch… it’s directly at my-”

König’s low and deep chuckle cuts you off as he felt your body squirm beneath his hold. His fingers traced your jaw, humming in amusement as if he knows your self-restraint was slowly dissolving.

“Try to keep quiet, mein kleiner hase.” He murmurs into your ear. “Let me… reward you for being ein perfecter soldat… mein perfecter gehorsamer kleiner soldat.”

You hear cloth shuffle softly as he lifts his mask enough to show the soft red stubble on his lower face without revealing what he truly looked like before you felt warm, wet lips latching on to your neck, the feeling of soft stubble grazing your skin. It was enough to send an intense flare of heat throughout your body and you whimpered quietly at his admissions.

He pulled you closer, pressing your body against his, König’s body heat and scent consuming you and making your head swim in pleasure. His teeth graze your skin before he softly nips the space between your neck and shoulder, conjuring a moan from your lips. His bulge pressed against you as he dry humped himself on to you, the sensation sending a lightning of pleasure up your spine.

And as much as you adored your colonel…

This is wrong.

In the middle of this lust-driven moment, your head breaks through the sea of desire and takes an air of clarity. You could get punished and slapped a dishonorable discharge on your name. Probably court martialed for this shit. You mewl as he continued to kiss and suck on your skin, your head resting on the locker walls.

“König… König, this is wrong.” The whimper that escapes you does nothing to get the colonel off of you. “…Fraternization.”

You managed to speak out before another moan leaves you from his divine kisses. König scoffed and the hand that held you steady by the hips gripped you tighter, his voice rough and hoarse.

“Fraternization?”

He laughs at the absurdity of your words, and it’s so fucking hot that it sent heat between your thighs. A devil silencing a nun and successfully convincing her t indulge in the pleasures of the flesh.

“And who’s going to report me?”

You feel him kiss the tip of your nose, his breath tickling you.

“No one is going to know, meine hase. Now be good and let your colonel spoil you, ja?”

He pressed his lips against yours, so fiercely you don’t even have time to process things properly and forced to catch up with him.

And his lips, oh fucking god his lips, are so fucking delicious when you taste them—taste him; their plushness, their warmth, their urgency in parting yours so his tongue can slip inside you, hot and yearning and demanding.

König tastes like honeyed vodka; like the first breath of spring warmed by savage wildfire. The colonel tasted like someone you could become obsessed with. Could grow intoxicated on. And already, in this heated kiss, you’re drowning.

You feel hands fingers unbuckling your belt, his fingers—when did he removed his gloves?—grazed the skin of your abdomen which sent butterflies fluttering in you. His hand slips inside your pants, fingers teasing you by tracing the elastic band of your panties. A whimper elicits from you, pathetic and needy.

“K-König-!” You gasped in between the kiss.

“I didn’t realize you’d be calling my name so quickly, hase,” he murmurs roughly, “Not that I’m objecting.”

When his rough middle finger finds your clit, even with your underwear on, you still moan aloud as he strokes it, as you hear his breath hitch.

“Quiet! You’ll get us caught, liebling.”

He silenced you with a kiss as his hand slipped inside your panties, coaxing along your folds, middle finger slipping through how embarrassingly slick you already are. It feels like purgatory and König was the judge that decided whether you go to Heaven or Hell as he coated his fingers with the wetness of your pussy—every muscle in you seizing as you absentmindedly grabbed on to his giant biceps like your life depended on it, fingers twisting so tightly in his shirt that it nearly hurts, winding just like the coil in your stomach, knuckles turning white from how hard your grip was.

His rough and calloused fingers strokes along over your over-sensitive clit, fingers sinking, agonizingly slipping up and down, teasing your aching and weeping entrance without actually dipping inside you.

“Heilige scheiße, mein liebling!” König groaned in-between kisses. “This wet for me, already? Vögeln!”

You can’t exactly deny it, though embarrassment paints your cheeks red. As you feel your thighs tremble, as arousal brings your eyebrows in an agonized knot. You want him to stop. Because as much as you adored him, this was crossing the line. You didn’t want this. The thought of sex terrified you and here was the colonel, knuckle deep in you as he fingered your cunt, addicted to the way your velvet walls wrapped around his thick, long fingers. König could see in the dark due to the light bouncing off of his eyes and on to your face. It was faint, but he grins beneath his sniper mask at your expression.

And you know he’s grinning from the way his eyes crinkle.

“König…!”

It sounds like you’re begging, like a weeping and needy whore for him. And König hums low, like a wolfish beast. You can’t move your mouth to tell him to stop, not when he had coaxed you to taste carnal pleasure against your own accord.

As if he knows this.

As if he loves it.

“Look at you, hase. Just the slightest touch from me...” He breathes, circling the aching nub of your clit, and you whimper pathetically as your grip on his bicep tightens, “… and you’re already breaking. Du bist so das ficken bedürftig. Such a fucking needy little whore.”

Then he slips one finger inside your begging cunt; groaning as he feels your warm, wet walls tighten around him. His finger slips fully inside you, dragging back out again which makes you whine a little. But you mewl when he starts stroking, thrusting, as he slips in a second finger. A groan caught deep in his throat as you cry out for him, as your spine arches for more and pressed your torso and breasts against his body, clinging to him so fiercely you feel your fingers might just snap.

“K-König!” You manage to moan out, eyes fluttering.

“That’s it, hase. Let me take care of you.”

His voice is sweet and yet so cruel as he cooed into your ear while he pumps you full, thumb expertly circling your swollen clit.

“Let me… fuck… let me have you, hase. Let me savor you… Give me all of it… everything.”

König’s fingers quickens its pace, his strokes grew more firm as pleasure squeezed your lower spine. Stars sparked across your vision as an orgasm forces you to gush around his fingers, your walls squeezing him tightly.

Your legs fell slack for him as his legs forced them to stay open. His predatory gaze never left you, as if he was enthralled with the way your face as your eyes rolled back before you could recover properly. König desperately tried taking of your pants, but it was difficult with how little space was offered for the two of you.

Taking his hunting knife, he sliced the fabric. The sound of tearing brought you out of your high, yet you were still disoriented.

“Wh-What-”

“I must have you, hase.” König groaned as he tears your pants so he can access you easily. “Let me have you, ja? Let König take care of you… let me enjoy you.” He swiftly tears your panties away too, ripping them and dropping it to the locker floor, exposing your leaking pussy.

He hastily unbuckles his pants, pulling it down to release himself.

König was a big man, so it was no surprise that his cock was large. If anything, it was too large. Would it even fit?

His length slaps against your abdomen, the tip leaking pre-cum and staining your skin through the clothes. Your fingers barely wrapped around his cock, using his juices to spread across the meat in order to pump it. König groans, hips bucking into your touch. You lift your hips, and König helps by lifting your body to position you above his tip, and pressing it against the folds of your pussy.

“Will it fit?”

The question leaves your lips, and it somehow feels like you’re challenging yourself with your words. His eyes crinkle, a telltale sign to you that he’s smiling – or maybe smirking – underneath his hood.

“You’re going to take all of it, hase. I’ll make sure of it.”

König kisses the top of your head as if he wasn’t about to destroy your weeping cunt.

Your whines please him before pushing into you. The burning sensation of being stretched by the head of his cock was delicious that it had your eyes rolling back as a loud, primal and lewd moan escapes your lips as he eases himself in the warmth. Your gummy walls were so fucking good that it was hard for him to resist on just bottoming out.

He didn’t want to break you, after all.

Pain was accompanied by pleasure as he bottoms out on you. He groans as his massive hands gripped your hips. König moans. His eyes wild and dilated that they look black.

“Oh, mein gott! You’re so fucking tight. So, fucking good wrapped around my cock.”

Kong lifts you effortlessly as he pulls out that his tip pops out between your nether lips, before he thrusted harshly back in the depths of your wetness. It’s far more gentle than how König treats other women, but it’s merciless all the same. There is no room for resistance or giving because all you can do is take it. Take every single inch of him as he buried himself in the depths of your sweet, wet cunt over and over again.

“Oh, liebling!” He exclaims as his eyes rolls back with how tight you are around him in the moment where he fills stuffs you full, all of his length swallowed by your weeping cunt. “I… I can’t wait- I have to move. Please, mein hase.”

You can only whimper as he stuffed you full. You’re desperate for some kind of release, almost frantic as your body sings and screams. Too full, too occupied. You needed him to move or else you’d split into atoms.

König’s answer was desperate and instant, rocking into you as if testing the waters, and he’s going faster as if he finds them welcoming.

You moan and keen with every sharp thrust that makes your hips bounce as he moved you on his dick like a ragdoll. A breathing fleshlight. The way he filled you was so addictive that you think you won’t be able to fuck another man that isn’t König. The wet squelches started quietly before it echoes within the tight locker and it only adds to your arousal.

And so does König’s.

“Forgot how good pussy feels like.”

His touch is possessive as he grips you, fucking you on his cock desperately. Drawing moans and desperate mewls from your throat that has you drooling with how good he fucks you. His thrusts starts to get aggressive, eliciting a strike of pleasure that carries you to the edge while the pain drags you in ecstasy.

For a second, you wonder how many girls he’s been with. How many women he had fucked so good that had them clinging to him and salivating over his cock. But König kisses you, pressing his body close to you as he fucks you so desperately like he you’re his messiah that would save him from sin if he fucks you to oblivion, and you forget what you were thinking about.

“You like it when I kiss you, don’t you? Fucking tightening around me when I press my lips on you like this-” König kisses you again with a groan, tongue dominating over yours as the taste of his spit mingles with yours – as the taste of König fills your senses and your mouth.

You lose yourself to it, eyes threatening to roll back as your mind slowly goes blank, gripping on the elbow of the behemoth that lifted you with ease as he sheathed his throbbing cock in and out of you repeatedly.

“Cunt’s squeezing me real tight, hase.”

“König, you’re too deep.”

“Good. I always wanted to go deep into this delightful little pussy of yours.” He moaned. “Oh, gott. Ja. For such a small woman, you can take in my cock so good. It’s surprising.”

His cock bruising your cervix, as if trying to coax it open which makes you whimper as you dug your nails into his forearms. He groaned and picked up the pace, slamming you down on his cock. The moans that he punches out of you are obscene, and König loves every single sound he takes from you. The angle in which he thrusted into you had your eyes rolling back of your head, saliva drooling from your lips as his eyes trailed down on your stomach.

“Look, hase.”

He groaned against your ear with his eyes trained on to your lower abdomen. One of his hands gently cupping your face as he directs you to look down. Your cheeks burned as you caught sight of a bulge appearing and disappearing with each addictive thrust that threatened to send you over the edge.

“Oh, fuck…” You mewl as he thrusts harshly into you, hips moving more erratic.

König laughs with the way your cunt grips him.

“Oh, you’re close, aren’t you, mein liebling? I can feel you tightening around me. Squeezing me as if you’re trying to milk me.”

He grins down at you, watching you writhe in pleasure as he impaled you on his cock over and over again. He kisses you passionately without stopping his thrusts.

“So fucking good, mein liebling.”

Groans and mewls filled the locker. It didn’t matter to König if the enemy heard you both. God, all that mattered was the way your leaking pussy engulfed him so greedily.

“You’re such a little whore for me. That’s it, mein hase. That’s it. Take all of me.” He groaned.

You’re so close, having lost the ability to speak with the way he fucked you stupid. Eyes fluttered shut. König drove into you with feral grunts, hips rocking and hands bruising as he pumped you on him. You were just a soldier – a lieutenant, a young little thing with her life ahead of you – but he finds himself getting addicted with the way your walls squeezed around him. It’s wrong. It’s disgusting of him especially when he’s twice your age but you feel so fucking good wrapped around his length, and the way you looked – how all you can do was take the pleasure he gave you – was sending him to Heaven.

Your skin would definitely turn black and blue from his hold, carving your flesh with the crescent moons of his blunt nails as he eagerly buried himself in your warmth over and over again, red and irritated. It riles him up more, making him excited to mark you for himself—so, that whenever you raise your arms and your shirt lifts, everyone would see that you were his little lieutenant and that you belonged to no one else but him.

He loved the sound of that. You being his. It roused the beast inside of him as he ravaged you, taking and taking. You’re the perfect pet for him—you’re young, adorable. You’re helpless enough to make his savior complex run for miles and his father would be proud of him for providing of such a perfect little woman. So perfect that you could be his wife, instead.

König kept thrusting, the tip ramming your cervix and god it felt so good that all you can think about was the way he filled you up and the pleasure that wiped your thoughts away. You choked a hoarse cry, body pulled in arch before him, head over his shoulders while he moved his hips.

“I like the thought of you pregnant, mein hase. Fat and swollen with my child.”

He groans through gritted teeth, the cloth of his mask was damp from the thin layer of sweat that covered you both as his pace grew frantic, latching on to the tight string of carnal pleasure. The musky odor of sex, gun powder, and laundry fabric coating you in a mix that is instinctively his. A musk that belonged to no one else but König. You’re sure that if someone had gouged your eyes out, you’d be able to snuff him out. His hand left you hip to toy with your clit, rubbing it in circles while he grinds and rolled his hips. Stroking you oh so deliciously that it has you moaning and squirming.

The walls of you pussy tightening around him like a vice. He cursed in German, planting wet and sloppy kisses on your forehead and alongside your face, and the tenderness from the colonel has you cumming on his cock like a common whore. Your breath caught in your throat as your hips instinctively bucked into his, head thrown back with a sharp mewl. You closed around him, walls fluttering and milking him for what he was worth as the waves of pleasure plunge you into deep waters, quenching your dripping cunt.

“Oh, fuck–”

König swore, grinding against you as your climax brought out his. He came with a guttural moan, tip spurting white, potent cum into your unprotected womb. He hates himself for being rough with you, bruising your precious little pussy from the inside, but can you truly blame him? You just felt so fucking good. He kisses you lazily, slobbering saliva around your lips, but god he needed to taste you on his lips as he pumps you full of his seed.

It floods your cunt, leaking around him as if you didn’t close the sink all the way; a thin steady line dripping down the base of his cock and on to the floor of the locker, with some staining his military-issued pants with dark patches and blobs of white. He stays buried deep inside you, plugging you with his throbbing cock as he kept cumming so he wouldn’t waste his love milk.

And all you can do is mewl as the warm sensation settles in your loins and lower belly, making you lean against him, hands clinging as you gasped for breath. Oxytocin pumping in your head as his virile scent muddles your senses.

König wanted to make sure that his cum settles in your womb, so he could have you discharged and kept at home. You would be his perfect little wife. He wanted you to be his little wife. Running barefoot inside the house he provides for you, swollen with his child. Pregnancy would make you bloom. He just knows it. You’ll rely on him, not having to worry your pretty little head about anything other than being bred by him over and over again—wanting nothing more than to have a piece of him inside you.

“I’ll marry you, liebling. I’ll take you back to Austria, ja? You’ll be a good little wife, and you’ll give me plenty of kids—a big family.”

If you’re not pregnant yet at the end of this ordeal, König would just fuck you again and again until he knocks you up. It’s not like you could protest, he was a colonel after all.

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