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“20+ dni” But, YOU’RE following ME… 😒 Don’t people know DNI goes both ways??

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Saw THIS (🌽) and thought it was Older Boyfriend!Price… 👀

Finally getting his filthy hands on your sweet, addictive, and mesmerising body after dreaming of it for months on end.

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Quickie (Q) with König. 🔞

(What would a quickie be like with König? Would he do it?)

KÖNIG NSFW ALPHABET.

König wasn’t typically the type for a quickie in his past relationships. However, with you, that’s a different story.

When it comes to PDA, he’s very conflicted whether it’s appropriate and acceptable or not. On one hand, he hates seeing others be overly affectionate towards their partner is public - nothing compares to the disgust and discomfort of watching someone eat their partners face in public. On the other hand, he’s territorial over you and enjoys making it’s clear you’re with him.

It doesn’t stop people from hitting on you, however. You two entered the bar together, your smaller hand enveloped by König’s. Taking a seat, König went to order, his back turned to you. That split second he wasn’t with you, another man had approached you, a drunken expression on his face and the pungent and nauseating scent of booze on his tongue as he spoke. An attempt at flirting with you quickly shut down with König shoving him away from you by grabbing him by the scruff of his neck, before holding him by the collar of his shirt, his tone low and hushed as he whispered a haunting threat in the man’s ear to send him scurrying off.

Now, more than ever, König was down for a quickie. He hadn’t even had a chance to take a swig of his beer before he hurried you off to the restroom, his thick fingers grabbing the waistband on your panties and pulling them down to your ankles. You yelped in surprise, his lips muffling your confused sounds before they turned euphoric - music to his ears. Pushing you up onto the countertop, he began unfastening his belt, his other hand rubbing at your clothed cunt through the fabric until it was damp with your excitement.

“Fuck, you love me, right?” He questioned, a smug grin plastered on his face, peppering kisses down your body before prodding his drooling tip into your tight hole. You whined out, nodding your head eagerly as you arched your back further into him, your fingers tangling themselves in his brownish, auburn locks of thick hair, the familiar and comforting smell of mint and tobacco on him. You buried your face in the crook of his nape as he thrusted into you until he bottomed out, his pace slow and steady and his hand cupping the back of your cranium with care.

“Say you love me. Say you belong to me.” König grumbled out between hoarse and greedy groans, his eyes wide and full of hunger and a ruthless sense of curiosity and lust within them.

“Fuck-! Belong to you… Love you so much.” You cried out, walls accepting every inch he had to offer you, your mascara beginning to smudge at the sides of your glazed eyes at the burning yet pleasing stretch of his size stuffed inside of you.

König made a point to keep your underwear in his trouser pocket, leaving his seed oozing out of you.

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have you ever thought about posting your art online beyond fics?

Not really no 😅😅

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Quickie (Q) with König. 🔞

(What would a quickie be like with König? Would he do it?)

KÖNIG NSFW ALPHABET.

König wasn’t typically the type for a quickie in his past relationships. However, with you, that’s a different story.

When it comes to PDA, he’s very conflicted whether it’s appropriate and acceptable or not. On one hand, he hates seeing others be overly affectionate towards their partner is public - nothing compares to the disgust and discomfort of watching someone eat their partners face in public. On the other hand, he’s territorial over you and enjoys making it’s clear you’re with him.

It doesn’t stop people from hitting on you, however. You two entered the bar together, your smaller hand enveloped by König’s. Taking a seat, König went to order, his back turned to you. That split second he wasn’t with you, another man had approached you, a drunken expression on his face and the pungent and nauseating scent of booze on his tongue as he spoke. An attempt at flirting with you quickly shut down with König shoving him away from you by grabbing him by the scruff of his neck, before holding him by the collar of his shirt, his tone low and hushed as he whispered a haunting threat in the man’s ear to send him scurrying off.

Now, more than ever, König was down for a quickie. He hadn’t even had a chance to take a swig of his beer before he hurried you off to the restroom, his thick fingers grabbing the waistband on your panties and pulling them down to your ankles. You yelped in surprise, his lips muffling your confused sounds before they turned euphoric - music to his ears. Pushing you up onto the countertop, he began unfastening his belt, his other hand rubbing at your clothed cunt through the fabric until it was damp with your excitement.

“Fuck, you love me, right?” He questioned, a smug grin plastered on his face, peppering kisses down your body before prodding his drooling tip into your tight hole. You whined out, nodding your head eagerly as you arched your back further into him, your fingers tangling themselves in his brownish, auburn locks of thick hair, the familiar and comforting smell of mint and tobacco on him. You buried your face in the crook of his nape as he thrusted into you until he bottomed out, his pace slow and steady and his hand cupping the back of your cranium with care.

“Say you love me. Say you belong to me.” König grumbled out between hoarse and greedy groans, his eyes wide and full of hunger and a ruthless sense of curiosity and lust within them.

“Fuck-! Belong to you… Love you so much.” You cried out, walls accepting every inch he had to offer you, your mascara beginning to smudge at the sides of your glazed eyes at the burning yet pleasing stretch of his size stuffed inside of you.

König made a point to keep your underwear in his trouser pocket, leaving his seed oozing out of you.

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Minors, stop interacting with me. Everyone else, put your age in your bio already.

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Pace (P) with König. 🔞

(What’s König’s pace like?)

KÖNIG NSFW ALPHABET.

König’s pace can vary depending on his mood and how sexually frustrated he is.

Some days, after hitting the gym for two hours, frustrated after not blowing off enough steam. He’s pent up. He brings home an uncomfortable energy that brings tension to the dining table, with his silver eyes admiring your soft figure in that pretty floral dress that just covers your rear, hungry for something other than the nutritious and delicious dinner in front of him. He’s like an animal, ferocious and rabid, his pearly teeth back an animalistic growl at the appetising sight of you.

He’s swift, agile, and full of energy, his trained stamina allowing for him to go for multiple brutal rounds at once. His head is thrown back at the pleasurable and addictive sensation of your gummy walls pulsing around his growing and hardening length, his broad hips slamming into your rear with his fingers tightly grasping at your locks of hair and forcing it flat against the table, sounds of his enjoyment and pleasure leaving you almost dripping.

Other days, König is gentle and tender. The soft and light rain tapping against the glass window with his lips lovingly pressing against yours while his calloused hand sneaks beneath your (his) t-shirt you’re wearing, sliding between your thighs. His fingertips tease the waistband of your panties, his eyes so warm and inviting, a familiar sense of comfort drawing you in.

He fucks you gently and carefully on your side, wide and muscular hips working against your plush rear slowly to make sure he isn’t hurting you, your thigh held up by his large hand with his drooling length prodding against your cervix.

Soft, sweet kisses are pressed to the side of your nape, his smooth lips whispering encouraging words of support in your ear, his brute form holding you so gently yet so tightly against him. His pace is slow and steady, his tongue exploring your mouth, his forehead against yours.

It really just depends. He can be like a mutt in heat, or treat you like a fragile doll.

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Oral (O) with König. 🔞

(How does König perform and receive oral sex?)

KÖNIG NSFW ALPAHBET.

König definitely prefers performing oral sex on you instead of receiving it. Don’t get him wrong; he adores receiving a blowjob like almost every single other man, allowing him to calm down and blow off some steam by fucking your mouth after a rough and hardworking week, your soft lips tightly and tenderly caressing his aching, hardening boner.

But, König takes pride and a smug sense of satisfaction in being behind your uncontrollable pleasure and euphoria. He takes credit for the high pitched and addictive mewls and cries that leave your trembling and bitten lips, how your glazed and lustful eyes roll to the back of your head when he lazily and sloppily laps his dripping tongue over your leaking wet heat again and again, until your back is arched off of the mattress.

Will go for countless rounds, his head dipping back and forth between your plush thighs, his large and rough hands caressing your soft curves and his larger thumb taunting your needy clit until it’s swollen and overstimulated and your thighs are clamping around his face. Even better if he has your hands bound behind the small of your back so you can’t guide him - allowing him to have complete control and joy in watching you fall apart in front of him at the flick of his tongue to your sensitive clitoris.

Receiving oral sex leaves him a mushy and sticky mess as well. He enjoys waking up to a blowjob. Take him in your comfortable mouth while he’s still fast asleep, the magpies chirping outside of his cabin window, the golden sunshine just barely peaking over the horizon and through the cracks in the blinds. A low guttural groan will leave his throat at the warm and familiar sensation of your mouth wrapped around his lengthy cock.

The more you can take of him, the better. You’ll leave him huffing and puffing like a mutt in heat, his cheeks flushed a rosy red and a bead of sweat rolling down his temple, with his eyebrows furrowed together as he tries to hold gimslef back from grabbing your hair aggressively and impatiently and using your mouth like a fleshlight.

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CW- pussy drunk virgin!könig, nothing but pure smut, 🔞 :)

“Please, Mausi…” König cooed at you impatiently, his blunt and filed fingernails digging into the sides of your plush thighs, your soft fat spilling from between his fingers, his head rested in your lap.

He had been desperate to taste you, something he’d always dreamt of having - your cunt on his face, allowing him to drool all over your sex. He wanted nothing more than to feel your legs wrap around his head, soft thighs suffocating him, your smaller hands tangled in his locks of auburn strands, his trembling tongue working out an orgasm from you with your back arched and pleased, needy whines escaping from your lips - begging him for more.

“You know that’s not fair.” He grumbled out. An irritated and flushed expression clear and visible on König’s face. His cheeks are a pretty pink, likely matching the shade of his leaking tip, creating a white milky stain in his boxer briefs. His silver eyes are glossy and full of lust as he bites at the waistband of your panties, pulling down your hemline waiting for you to give in.

You had been teasing him all day - taunting him about being a virgin, about never getting to taste a pussy. The entire time you degraded and humiliated him drunkenly in front of all your friends, you were dragging your hand up and down his clothed thigh, worsening the effect you usually had on him. He had to hold back the irresistible urge of bending you over the kitchen countertop and pounding into you relentlessly in front of everyone. He could barely concentrate on anything said to him with your hand massaging his knee, the lavender smell of your shampoo causing all the blood to rush to the head of his aching cock.

A sleazy and satisfied grin curled the sides of your lips, nodding eagerly before lying back against the mattress. Using his teeth, König pulled your lace, black panties off with one swift movement. His breath was hot, uncontrolled, and clammy against the smooth skin on your legs. He sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of your warm slickness; beads of sweet arousal running down between your slit, looking so delectable for the poor virgin. Sure, he was inexperienced. But, König had spent enough hours getting himself off to porn when you’d refuse to take his virginity, squeezing his meaty cock so tightly to imitate the tightness of your cunt before shooting strings of his hot load all over his muscular, hairy abdomen.

You parted your thighs, your legs pulled over his broad shoulders, With one hand on his head guiding him, and the other gripping the bedsheets, his virgin tongue lapping over your entire heat. A whimper left your lips, signalling to König you were enjoying whatever he was attempting to do. He sucked on your clit gently, eyes glazed and looking up at you so sweetly, your chest rising and falling rapidly at the stimulation to your clit. “Fuck, that’s it, König.” Every word of encouragement only fuelled his fury and need to overstimulate you, prove that he’s capable and worthy of having sex with you.

“God, you taste so fucking amazing, Mauschen- If I knew this is what I was missing, I would’ve taken you long, long ago…”

Your fingers pulled at his locks of hair as two of his calloused and scarred hands caressed and massaged your trembling body, the sight of your jaw agape, your lips parted allowing for euphoric moans to slip out from them leaving him straining in his underwear. He pushed his tongue between your soft folds, burying his stubbled face between your legs, his rectangular glasses clouded up and foggy from his hot breath and humidity. He groaned into your hole, becoming almost enchanted by the delicious drops of sweet pleasure dripping from you.

Gazing down at him, he looked so pretty; his lips glossy and coated in a thin layer of your juices and dripping down his chin, his blues half-lidded and lazily looking up at you, his tongue forcing an orgasm out of you. Your back arched in response to his sensual touch, his thumb rubbing at your clit as you met your high, your heart thrumming against your sternum, a lone tear wandering down the side of your face as you squealed and bucked your cunt into his face, strings of saliva dripping from his lips and onto your thighs.

Fuck, maybe you would let him lose his virginity to you…

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if you use soundgasm, do you have any good links? 🫣

Unfortunately, I do not 🥲

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Fucking König without his glasses so he can’t see the expressions of euphoria on your face… Poor big man!

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Oral (O) with König. 🔞

(How does König perform and receive oral sex?)

KÖNIG NSFW ALPAHBET.

König definitely prefers performing oral sex on you instead of receiving it. Don’t get him wrong; he adores receiving a blowjob like almost every single other man, allowing him to calm down and blow off some steam by fucking your mouth after a rough and hardworking week, your soft lips tightly and tenderly caressing his aching, hardening boner.

But, König takes pride and a smug sense of satisfaction in being behind your uncontrollable pleasure and euphoria. He takes credit for the high pitched and addictive mewls and cries that leave your trembling and bitten lips, how your glazed and lustful eyes roll to the back of your head when he lazily and sloppily laps his dripping tongue over your leaking wet heat again and again, until your back is arched off of the mattress.

Will go for countless rounds, his head dipping back and forth between your plush thighs, his large and rough hands caressing your soft curves and his larger thumb taunting your needy clit until it’s swollen and overstimulated and your thighs are clamping around his face. Even better if he has your hands bound behind the small of your back so you can’t guide him - allowing him to have complete control and joy in watching you fall apart in front of him at the flick of his tongue to your sensitive clitoris.

Receiving oral sex leaves him a mushy and sticky mess as well. He enjoys waking up to a blowjob. Take him in your comfortable mouth while he’s still fast asleep, the magpies chirping outside of his cabin window, the golden sunshine just barely peaking over the horizon and through the cracks in the blinds. A low guttural groan will leave his throat at the warm and familiar sensation of your mouth wrapped around his lengthy cock.

The more you can take of him, the better. You’ll leave him huffing and puffing like a mutt in heat, his cheeks flushed a rosy red and a bead of sweat rolling down his temple, with his eyebrows furrowed together as he tries to hold gimslef back from grabbing your hair aggressively and impatiently and using your mouth like a fleshlight.

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Ok, do we know König's birthday? I need to know this man's zodiac sign for reasons. If there's no official, I vote Taurus. Analytical, enduring, possessive, inflexible, sensual... sounds like our man to me! (Am I saying this because im a scorpio and that would make us compatible? Perhaps.)

I see him as a Scorpio, actually! I like the idea of him being a Taurus as well though.

I see him being born on October 31st, or somewhere in November. ♏👀

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Oh, to watch Neighbour!König water his fruit, flowers, and vegetables with a hose, shirtless and sweaty on an early August morning… Half five in the morning

His boxers peaking out from the waistband of his trousers, a dishevelled and twisted expression on his scarred and stubbled face as he shields his sensitive, silver eyes from the blinding sunshine reflecting onto his slightly tanned and muscular body. Muscles flexing as he harvests his grown crops from the muddy, soaked soil.

Beads of sweat rolling down his wrinkled forehead as he furrows his eyebrows together, throwing you a sleazy and addictive grin. 🌽☀️

Unable to peel your eyes away from his open bathroom window, watching him lather his bare and clammy skin in a minty scented soap, his eyes shut tightly with strands of wet auburn hair sticking to his attractive face. Your eyes drop slightly, your jaw agape and lips parted at the size between his muscular legs.

He knows exactly what he’s doing.

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CW- pussy drunk virgin!könig, nothing but pure smut, 🔞 :)

“Please, Mausi…” König cooed at you impatiently, his blunt and filed fingernails digging into the sides of your plush thighs, your soft fat spilling from between his fingers, his head rested in your lap.

He had been desperate to taste you, something he’d always dreamt of having - your cunt on his face, allowing him to drool all over your sex. He wanted nothing more than to feel your legs wrap around his head, soft thighs suffocating him, your smaller hands tangled in his locks of auburn strands, his trembling tongue working out an orgasm from you with your back arched and pleased, needy whines escaping from your lips - begging him for more.

“You know that’s not fair.” He grumbled out. An irritated and flushed expression clear and visible on König’s face. His cheeks are a pretty pink, likely matching the shade of his leaking tip, creating a white milky stain in his boxer briefs. His silver eyes are glossy and full of lust as he bites at the waistband of your panties, pulling down your hemline waiting for you to give in.

You had been teasing him all day - taunting him about being a virgin, about never getting to taste a pussy. The entire time you degraded and humiliated him drunkenly in front of all your friends, you were dragging your hand up and down his clothed thigh, worsening the effect you usually had on him. He had to hold back the irresistible urge of bending you over the kitchen countertop and pounding into you relentlessly in front of everyone. He could barely concentrate on anything said to him with your hand massaging his knee, the lavender smell of your shampoo causing all the blood to rush to the head of his aching cock.

A sleazy and satisfied grin curled the sides of your lips, nodding eagerly before lying back against the mattress. Using his teeth, König pulled your lace, black panties off with one swift movement. His breath was hot, uncontrolled, and clammy against the smooth skin on your legs. He sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of your warm slickness; beads of sweet arousal running down between your slit, looking so delectable for the poor virgin. Sure, he was inexperienced. But, König had spent enough hours getting himself off to porn when you’d refuse to take his virginity, squeezing his meaty cock so tightly to imitate the tightness of your cunt before shooting strings of his hot load all over his muscular, hairy abdomen.

You parted your thighs, your legs pulled over his broad shoulders, With one hand on his head guiding him, and the other gripping the bedsheets, his virgin tongue lapping over your entire heat. A whimper left your lips, signalling to König you were enjoying whatever he was attempting to do. He sucked on your clit gently, eyes glazed and looking up at you so sweetly, your chest rising and falling rapidly at the stimulation to your clit. “Fuck, that’s it, König.” Every word of encouragement only fuelled his fury and need to overstimulate you, prove that he’s capable and worthy of having sex with you.

“God, you taste so fucking amazing, Mauschen- If I knew this is what I was missing, I would’ve taken you long, long ago…”

Your fingers pulled at his locks of hair as two of his calloused and scarred hands caressed and massaged your trembling body, the sight of your jaw agape, your lips parted allowing for euphoric moans to slip out from them leaving him straining in his underwear. He pushed his tongue between your soft folds, burying his stubbled face between your legs, his rectangular glasses clouded up and foggy from his hot breath and humidity. He groaned into your hole, becoming almost enchanted by the delicious drops of sweet pleasure dripping from you.

Gazing down at him, he looked so pretty; his lips glossy and coated in a thin layer of your juices and dripping down his chin, his blues half-lidded and lazily looking up at you, his tongue forcing an orgasm out of you. Your back arched in response to his sensual touch, his thumb rubbing at your clit as you met your high, your heart thrumming against your sternum, a lone tear wandering down the side of your face as you squealed and bucked your cunt into his face, strings of saliva dripping from his lips and onto your thighs.

Fuck, maybe you would let him lose his virginity to you…

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CW- pussy drunk virgin!könig, nothing but pure smut, 🔞 :)

“Please, Mausi…” König cooed at you impatiently, his blunt and filed fingernails digging into the sides of your plush thighs, your soft fat spilling from between his fingers, his head rested in your lap.

He had been desperate to taste you, something he’d always dreamt of having - your cunt on his face, allowing him to drool all over your sex. He wanted nothing more than to feel your legs wrap around his head, soft thighs suffocating him, your smaller hands tangled in his locks of auburn strands, his trembling tongue working out an orgasm from you with your back arched and pleased, needy whines escaping from your lips - begging him for more.

“You know that’s not fair.” He grumbled out. An irritated and flushed expression clear and visible on König’s face. His cheeks are a pretty pink, likely matching the shade of his leaking tip, creating a white milky stain in his boxer briefs. His silver eyes are glossy and full of lust as he bites at the waistband of your panties, pulling down your hemline waiting for you to give in.

You had been teasing him all day - taunting him about being a virgin, about never getting to taste a pussy. The entire time you degraded and humiliated him drunkenly in front of all your friends, you were dragging your hand up and down his clothed thigh, worsening the effect you usually had on him. He had to hold back the irresistible urge of bending you over the kitchen countertop and pounding into you relentlessly in front of everyone. He could barely concentrate on anything said to him with your hand massaging his knee, the lavender smell of your shampoo causing all the blood to rush to the head of his aching cock.

A sleazy and satisfied grin curled the sides of your lips, nodding eagerly before lying back against the mattress. Using his teeth, König pulled your lace, black panties off with one swift movement. His breath was hot, uncontrolled, and clammy against the smooth skin on your legs. He sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of your warm slickness; beads of sweet arousal running down between your slit, looking so delectable for the poor virgin. Sure, he was inexperienced. But, König had spent enough hours getting himself off to porn when you’d refuse to take his virginity, squeezing his meaty cock so tightly to imitate the tightness of your cunt before shooting strings of his hot load all over his muscular, hairy abdomen.

You parted your thighs, your legs pulled over his broad shoulders, With one hand on his head guiding him, and the other gripping the bedsheets, his virgin tongue lapping over your entire heat. A whimper left your lips, signalling to König you were enjoying whatever he was attempting to do. He sucked on your clit gently, eyes glazed and looking up at you so sweetly, your chest rising and falling rapidly at the stimulation to your clit. “Fuck, that’s it, König.” Every word of encouragement only fuelled his fury and need to overstimulate you, prove that he’s capable and worthy of having sex with you.

“God, you taste so fucking amazing, Mauschen- If I knew this is what I was missing, I would’ve taken you long, long ago…”

Your fingers pulled at his locks of hair as two of his calloused and scarred hands caressed and massaged your trembling body, the sight of your jaw agape, your lips parted allowing for euphoric moans to slip out from them leaving him straining in his underwear. He pushed his tongue between your soft folds, burying his stubbled face between your legs, his rectangular glasses clouded up and foggy from his hot breath and humidity. He groaned into your hole, becoming almost enchanted by the delicious drops of sweet pleasure dripping from you.

Gazing down at him, he looked so pretty; his lips glossy and coated in a thin layer of your juices and dripping down his chin, his blues half-lidded and lazily looking up at you, his tongue forcing an orgasm out of you. Your back arched in response to his sensual touch, his thumb rubbing at your clit as you met your high, your heart thrumming against your sternum, a lone tear wandering down the side of your face as you squealed and bucked your cunt into his face, strings of saliva dripping from his lips and onto your thighs.

Fuck, maybe you would let him lose his virginity to you…

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Perv!König who lies desperately wants to live with a woman so he can steal their raunchy underwear and sniff their dirty clothes out of their clothing hamper and use their perfume, so he pretends to be a female looking for another female roommate, just to trick poor ol’ you