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Yo yo yo!!!! I’m moving to >> @konigschitzo2

I want that to be my primary blog!! so if you like the fan fiction, it will be reuploaded there!!! and updates will continue there from now on! Plz follow xoxoxo kiss

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Nikto all needy for your pussy, coming into your room at late hours, he’s not even knocking at your door, he just opens it slowly, careful to not wake you up just yet. He gets close to your bed and admires your sleeping form for quite a bit, feeling embarrassed to actually wake you up only because his dick is aching with desire.

He lowers himself onto your bed, and you feel his presence, slowly opening your eyes as you meet his gaze. He excuses himself, he says sorry over and over again, but his hands are still continuing to lower your panties, no matter how sorry he is.

As he uncovers your glistening pussy, he can’t do anything but deeply moan from the pleasure of just seeing you bare and spread for him.

He takes his mask off, and implores you to sit on his face, it’s late, you’re sleepy, but you love him so much, and seeing him so needy only makes you melt more.

You allow him to take your place on the bed, getting comfortable and finally laying down. The moment your pussy makes contact with his mouth, he forgets everything, where he is, who he is and whatever fucked shit he’s got going on in his life. Only thing he cares about is you and your sweet pussy.

His hand travels down his pants as he masturbates himself while eating you out. He’s been doing this almost every night, into the loneliness of his room, masturbating while he thinks of your pussy, but having you actually ride his face feels different, no matter how many times he licks and tongue fucks you, he’ll never get used to it, he’ll never get TIRED of it.

He lives to serve you, lives so you can use and fuck and discipline him whenever you feel like it. He’s a bad boy, treat him like one. Use his face as your personal sex toy, make him rub his nose on your clit until you squirt all over him. Make him dirty, and after let him fuck you nice and good, because no matter how much he enjoys being used by you, he’ll never admit how much of a weakness you actually are, so he’ll put you to sleep with his cock, whispering how dirty and a slut you are for him into your ear, just to go to bed and hope that one day he’ll have the courage to actually let himself being fucked by you, let himself being controlled.

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STOP FUCKING SLEEPING ON NIKTO I NEED MORE FICS ABOUT HIM BC HE HAS THE MOST INTIMIDATING BUT BEAUTIFUL EYES!!!! HE HAS BABY GIRL POTENTIAL!! NIKTO MY BELOVED!

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If my morals about not writing fan fiction about real people ever dies. He’s not fucking safe… Don’t read my diary though that’s different…

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CHEFS KISS BICTH AHHHH BARK BARK BARK!

“i’m sorry baby” simon murmurs against your warm skin, large hand coming up to palm your breast under the material of your shirt as he watches you squirm under his hold, fingers kneading your nipple.

“you hurt me, si…” you whine, doe eyes looking at him as you sniffle. “i hate you”

he hums with a nod, peeling your shirt off just enough to expose your naked chest. “i know baby, i know.. was a dick to you, yeah?”

you don’t answer, covering your face with your hands as he continues to pepper kisses down to your stomach. your quiet sobs make simon’s heart breaks.

“fucking asshole”

that almost makes him laugh, but he doesn’t. only smiles. “i was”

“a bastard you are”

he kisses your clothed cunt. “i agree.”

you shudder at the contact, whining. “careful. i just waxed there. I’m a little sensitive.”

he groans. he swears you’re doing that on purpose. “i will sweetheart.”

his fingers move to pull your laced panties down, ever so slowly. his hunger increases the moment his brown eyes settled on your pretty wet pussy.

“christ” he breathes out. “gonna make it up to you, pretty girl. i promise.” he sits up on his knees, looking down at you. glossy eyes looking up at him with a small pout formed on your lips. his cock growing hard under his briefs

‘fuck, don’t look at me like that’ he thinks to himself

puffing out a scoff, you reply “doesn’t mean I’ll forgive you for this si”

he knows. he hurt you. his pretty girl. he made you cry and that’s something he would never forgive himself too. that fight was stupid, he knows that now.

“i know, sweetheart” he pulls the waistband of his boxers slightly, just enough to take his hard cock out before hovering your body. a small gasp escapes your lips when his the tip of his shaft make a brief contact against your cunt. “i didn’t mean to make you cry. was a proper dick. hurting my baby like that, yeah? what kind of a man am i.”

he gives a soft kiss on your lips in which you hum, eyes fluttering shut. he wraps his hand around his cock, pumping it a few times before guiding it to your wet entrance while putting his other palm beside your head to support his weight.

you bite down your lower lip trying to suppress a moan when he slides the tip up and down your cunt. mumbling a low ‘fuck’ at the slicky sound of your wet cunt. another loud groan rumbles off his chest when his cock slips in. simon stays still for a while before he sits up straight, hooking his hands underneath your knees, telling you to wrap your legs around his waist.

“gonna fuck you real good, ma” the term of endearment almost makes you cum. as he begins to rock his hips back and forth. he watches you arch your back, soft hands gripping around your tits with pretty moans falling off your lips like an angelic prayer. he growls at the perfect sight, making him thrust even faster.

“show you how sorry i am”

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HERE Headcanons posted!! Since y'all didn't want the one shot I'm making it the nastiest smut known to man!!!! Reader is getting fucked on that bike NERDS!! ill post it soon xoxo. Im working on Sugar Daddy Konig Pt 2 as we speak I'm making it looonggg and deetaaillled ;) luv you toodles!

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Ghost Motorcycle Headcanons <3

Y’all wanted it and I love you xoxo (Photo @/happy_muz)

Ghost x You 18+

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First things first Ghost rides a Yamaha R1, I literally didn't even have to think about it...

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Due to Ghost's large and extremely muscular body, he is an extremely precise rider always being able to maintain control. Easily swerving away from obstacles; even as he pushes the speeds of his powerful bike past the 150 mark. He would never be so reckless with you on the back but it's comforting to know he can hold his own even at such high speeds.

Ghost rides daily...

Ghost always gives you a long intimate kiss before riding. He puts his hand on your cheek to hold you closer. He does worry about it being your last, but he still craves the high speeds of a motorcycle.

Ghost may wear minimal gear himself. Often just his gloves and helmet. But Ghost makes you wear all the best. "We need to protect that beautiful body baby, I am going to need it." He teases. You roll your eyes, looking at his exposed arms.

Motorcycle Ghosts arms are tatted obviously!!

Ghost lifts you onto his bike. He is gentle with you as his large hands grab your waist and lift you with ease.

Ghost tells you, "It is okay to put your weight on me, I want you to hold onto me. I want you to feel safe." before riding. He's big enough that leaning onto him never affected his braking, he wanted you to hold him anyway. Gripping tightly to his waist when the high-speed turns made you nervous.

Ghost is a serious rider. You know you shouldn't but you grab his bulge often when backpacking him. He feels it, the adrenaline is pumping. But he still keeps complete composure. Sometimes you can even feel him getting harder, all he can do is shift into a higher gear and face ahead. He is using speed to hide the fact he wants to pull over and fuck you onto his bike.

Ghost wants to fuck you on his R1. He thinks about it every day while he shines it and checks the chain. He believes it will show his love for you if he dirties the bike he keeps so flawless. He is too nervous to tell you this fantasy of his.

Ghost never waves or accepts compliments from other girls while with his bike alone. Pretending not to see them. Wishing you were with him instead. He doesn't want you to get your own bike only to always be on his.

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Horangi after being stood up, just so Konig could finger you in his 2 million dollar car while he listens on the phone. Click to read >:)

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Sugar Daddy Konig (Part 1.5)

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Hey Hey! I am back with the next part so y'all can finally meet Konig and not just have me talk about Horangi the whole time…also I'm thinking of an official name for this fic bc it's about to get real. ♡ ♡ ♡

Part one Here!!

Konig x Fem!reader + Horangi x Fem!reader…Adding more COD characters in future parts >ᴗ< Reader is going to be fucking around, they fight over you!!

MDNI!! 18+

Contains. Fingering going 100mph with Konig… while on the phone with Horangi, other than that the story continues! Fluff, Smut, Enemies to Lovers?, Sugar Daddy Konig, Motorcycle Horangi, Konig Dom, Sex eventually, Multiple men, more motorcycles…

I guess this is an AU.

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You pick a register and begin scanning items for customers. You wish someone could come take you away from all this. Wait. What did you mean by I can fix that? IS KONIG GOING TO BE WEARING A MASK to the restaurant? You must be going out with a total creep! You continue thinking about the tone you texted him, were you too blunt? You told a stranger your place of work! A million thoughts are swarming through your head as each boring customer interaction goes by. Hello, have a nice day yada yada… start stocking some shelves… work work. Is this shift really 11 hours…?

Waving goodbye to your coworkers, 11 hours had finally passed. You head to the bathroom to look at yourself in the mirror you really need some princess treatment you’re looking exhausted! You sigh to yourself preparing for the long night ahead of you… why did you choose a date when you could’ve been with Horangi?! You splash water in your face and storm out of the bathroom, grabbing your helmet on the way out. When you finally leave work it is dark outside, you check your phone.

I am outside, In the Milan Red. You read from Konig.

What the fuck is a Milan Red? When you begin to look around you notice it. A sports car, one you've never seen before. You were never really a car girl always more into motorcycles but you knew it had to be expensive. It revs, and you get a little rush in your heart. He steps out of the car. Konig. You expect something nice; Konig is put together but he's wearing boots, jeans, a black hoodie, and finally the classic mask. He dressed casually for you. Well, at least you recognized him. He’s tall and muscular but you knew that. You had already imagined his body. Is that a hand tattoo? You don’t remember that from the Tinder photos, You must have been too focused on his eyes. You are already imagining what other muscles and tattoos he could be hiding. You want to learn more about him. He’s walking towards you…do not panic. He's not scary, just big. When he gets close to you, you look up at him, and he towers over you. He towers over everybody. You admire those eyes in person for only a second trying to peek at anything you could to get a read on his face. Was he handsome too?? He reached his hand out gesturing to you to take it, “Hallo hübsche, would you like to go for a ride? It’s a beautiful display of Austrian engineering, meinst du nicht?” You're speechless but not at the car at his beauty and the accent it's just so unreal. You shutter and grab his hand. He begins walking you closer to his car. “What are your thoughts on the mall?” He asks abruptly. Clearly trying to gauge your reaction. “I like it.” you reply unsure. You haven't made a trip to the mall since you were a kid especially since you don't have extra money to spend. “Okay, let's go together then.” He says already opening the car door and leading you into the passenger seat. You hardly have time to disagree, he shuts the door and enters the driver's side. His large body only just perfectly fit in his leaned-back seat. You can only see through the holes of the mask, but you don’t wanna ask him about it just yet. He shifts the car into drive and takes off.  Before you could speak. “So you ride a motorcycle, ja? I didn't see one in the parking lot...” He asks nosily. You look down at the helmet you forgot was even there. You try to play nice, “Uh..my friend does.” “Does he now? Is it fast?” He smirks and practically laughs at you. “It's a 650cc.” You reply. His eyes focused on the road he only chuckles to himself, you wonder what's so funny but brush it off to avoid any follow-up questions about your situationship. He gets onto the highway and the speed is picking up on the Milan it seems he is trying to impress you by going fast but he's only up to 100mph and Horangi has already taken you faster…your phone is ringing. “Are you going to answer it?” Konig looks at you. You go to decline it. You're busy after all. Konig looks at you with a more serious expression quickly grabbing your thigh, you jump but he begins rubbing it to comfort you. Eyes still on the road. “Answer it, Mein Liebling. On speaker. Now.” You can't help but do what he says. The speed of the car, his sternness, his grip on you. You answer. 

“Hello.” You say. “Hello, do you need a ride back home beautiful? I am already on my way.” Horangi speaks out in a joyful tone. You love his voice almost as much as the masked Austrian mans you just met. “No Hong-jin, a friend picked me up. Thank you.” You say looking at Konig to see his reaction. Konigs begins to slip his fingers up your thighs and over your clit, and he begins firmly rubbing you over your pants. “Oh, alright then. I'll miss you, maybe we can ride when you get back?” He immediately doesn’t believe you, he sounds so disappointed. You love riding on his motorcycle, especially at night the disappointment is mutual. You moan a little and catch another glimpse at Konig the car is at 125; he mouths. “Say no.” He rubs not harder but better. Making moans escape you more. “Nngh no s-sorry, H-Horangi..not tonight.” You try not to say much but the excitement got to you. You accidentally called him Horangi to his face! “Oh, so I am Horangi now? That's fine with me.” You can hear him smile as he says it, despite circumstance. He is just so perfect, he likes when you call him his nickname. You blush at the thought. You look down and watch as Konig's tattooed hand begins to slip inside the top of your pants, down lower until it’s over your dripping slit, and he immediately thrusts his two fingers into you when he feels you open for him. He bites his lip in enjoyment you can tell he likes the thrill of teasing you. He begins moving his fingers. His large hands practically rub your clit at the same time while he fingers you. To be honest you could kinda get used to this. The speed of the car was making your heart pump even faster, making the feeling all more intense. Was he getting off too? You look down and his cock is hard. Was he actually jealous of Horangi or did he just likes feeling your insides…. You can see the outline in his jeans practically begging for a blow job… you whine again. It's getting hard to hold back. “Hello.” Horangi’s voice speaks through the phone again. The neighbor you have a crush on has been listening to you moan in Konigs car!!! You hang up!! Flustered! Konig laughs, “Horangi is your friend huh? Do you think he caught us?” DEFINITELY The car slows down and begins to cruise at 60. You try to catch your breath. “Do you want to cum, mien schatz?” You desperately nod yes, and you grab his wrist. Even though you shouldn't take this any further if you want to be with Horangi and his motorcycle so bad! Konig slowly removes his fingers. He’s edging you…“Not yet our date is going to last all night y’know. I wouldn’t wanna waste it. Ich will dich schmecken.” You whine in disbelief. The car slows down more. Even takes a few turns and you squirm in your seat with each bump. Konig smiles. You look up, you're at the mall. “Let’s have some more fun?? Ich werde die ganze Zeit mit dir spielen, Süße.” Konig says. The german he is speaking is getting harder for your basic understanding. Did he say play?

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Horangi head cannon for my current fan fiction…

He rides a 2024 Kawasaki Ninja 650, I know it’s not available yet but I can’t get this beautiful army green color way out if my head so he must be riding it.

So imagine this beauty when you imagine riding his uhhhh bike <3

Spoilers! but I will probably have to end up giving everyone head cannon bike posts lol!

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Like he’s literally for the girls only!!

I find it so funny that male gamers wanna gate keep Ghost like babes get a life xoxoxox

He’s ours now <3

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Sugar Daddy Konig (Intro)

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I have a lot planned for this so enjoy! ♡ ♡ ♡

Konig x Fem!reader + Horangi x Fem!reader…Adding more COD characters in future parts >ᴗ< Reader is going to be fucking around, they fight over you!!

MDNI!! 18+

Contains. Fluff, Smut, Enemies to Lovers?, Sugar Daddy Konig, Motorcycle Horangi, Konig Dom, Sex eventually, Multiple men, more motorcycles…

I guess this is sorta an AU.

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You admit it to yourself… being broke and living alone sucks! You work when you can but tonight it's another night alone. Placing your dinner on the coffee table you sit on the couch opening your phone to begin doom scrolling. When the boredom hits, you have an idea to sign up for a sugar daddy app. Just for fun, you think to yourself, nothing could come of it, men are gross…a hot and polite man, spoiling you with everything you wanted, clothes, food, sex…?  A smirk begins to form on your face imagining it. You wipe the smirk off your face shaking your head, no man could be so perfect! Maybe you just need some love you delete the stupid app and download Tinder. Again. You begin sinking into the couch now swiping left and right. The app is okay but boys are gross. The boredom is gone and your desperate need for a man is suppressed for now… you pause. Konig. You begin stalking his profile. Something along the lines of being 6’10” and ex-military, hot but what really made you interested was his photos. a mask? In all his pictures he’s is wearing a mask. In the pictures from when he was a military operator, his face is covered, in the pictures of him at the gym a ski mask, even when in a nice suit. What is this guys deal? This is Tinder! How will you judge him correctly without seeing his face! You zoom into all his pictures and squint your eyes to try to get a glimpse of his face, all you see are his beautiful green eyes, peering back at you. You can feel the tension build in your heart a little as you get a closer look, butterflies maybe? You ignore your gut for now but still swipe right. 

In the morning you're up at 6 AM for your dead-end job at the local grocery store. You wish you were tired, you crave some excitement. You peak at your phone filled with messages from Tinder and regret not deleting it like the other app, you roll your eyes at the filthy messages men gave you last night. Scrolling through the notifications one catches your eye. Not a corny pickup line, not an inappropriate comment but Konig. Remembering him from last night, your heart skips a beat. 

How about dinner tonight, Schatz? Schatz? Is that German? 

You reply uninterested. Can't tonight, working. 

You place your phone down and begin getting ready for work. In the shower, the only thing on your mind is your loneliness. You stand under the water and look up you start imagining how tall 6’10” would be. Imagining what it must be like to hug someone so tall… to kiss someone so tall. He has to be lying about his height Before you could have a second thought you realize you are thinking about Konig. Scheiße! I MEAN SHIT!! You panic you're even thinking in German! You quickly turn off the water and dry your face attempting to rub any future dirty thoughts off your brain. You cannot believe you were thinking about a man you have never even met! You brush your hair, brush your teeth, and put on makeup nicer than usual. Without giving your subconscious a second to think twice. You pick up your phone.

You double-text Konig. Ew, I seem desperate. I get off at 6, where are we going?

You get dressed in casual clothes, grab the keys, and head out the door. Down the stairs of your apartment and out another door. Feeling like you're in a nervous rush after leaving for you… a risky text message. Exciting. The morning air hits you and the day is beautiful. You begin walking to your car. Your neighbor is out already, leaning on his motorcycle and smoking a cigarette. Next to your car, not an uncommon sight but he sure is cute so you don't mind. Does he park it there on purpose? Does he wait for me? You're pretty sure he lives on your floor too. “Good morning, Hong-jin, beautiful day for a ride!” You say smiling. “It's so good to see that smile, want a ride to work again today? I have time to kill.” He says smiling in return. You always take him up on his offers. You pretend like you're not trying to feel his body during the rides, but you can't help but hold him tight while the motorcycle rumbles beneath both of you and not just cause you have to, you want to. Sometimes his shirt even rolls up and you have to hold back. You rest your head on his chiseled back while going down long roads. You look down at him his legs look sexy in those motorcycle pants, but maybe it's what's in between them that you really want. You think more about the rides you've had with him he rides just right, so smooth, and never too fast. You totally do not have a crush on your neighbor…Today though you reconsider his offer it’ll be hard to hide your date from him. He will call you after work and ask if you’ll need a ride back home. Hoping your date will pick you up from work at the very least before he takes you to Olive Garden. Fuck Konig you're closer to Kim anyway and if he stands you up you'll always have him to fuck. You finally realize your neighbor has a crush on you too. You snap out of your thoughts  “Sure! Hong-jin I would love to!” you say happily. You open the trunk of your car and grab the expensive helmet he bought you, he wanted you to be as safe as possible. How sweet, you really do like it when men buy you things. “You are full of smiles today this morning, huh beautiful?” Hong-jin says teasingly after noticing you smile at the helmet and the idea of riding with him. He puts out his cigarette. “I'm just really excited to ride you. I MEAN ride with you!” Your voice cracks. Horangi smirks and puts on his helmet It is white with tiger decals on the sides and Horangi written on the back, you only call him that when he's got the helmet on, you wonder what it even means. Who cares he's so attractive you slam your trunk put on your helmet and hop on the back after him. Using his arm he offered to help you hop up. You immediately wrap your arms around his perfect body in excitement. You think you hear him giggle in delight underneath his helmet. When he turns the key into the bike and revs it up you are very aware of your pussy vibrating on the seat with each rev of the bike. Your pussy is just so close to him you almost get the feeling to dry hump him right then and there. Boy, do motorcycles turn you on. It was going to be a long day. 

You arrive at work after an exciting ride without cuming in your pants… You hop off and thank Horangi holding back from ripping off his helmet and kissing him in the parking lot. You wave goodbye and walk in holding your helmet. You open your phone for 7 AM clock in. KONIG! You roll your eyes, thinking you’ve already found love in your Horangi, you guys are practically married! 

I think you will like it. I will pick you up, ja? You panic! In your work clothes? Why is he so stern? Then again you were blunt with him.

Somewhere I can wear my work clothes, something casual?

I can fix that. Please come with me tonight?? He is begging…

You reply. I guess. *work address* be here at 6:15

NEXT PART <333

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König~ Bitte (please)

(König cums too fast - pure filth)

König is a grunting mess beneath you, cheeks flushed deep red, eyebrows furrowed in ardent need. Brawny, scarred fingers grip threadbare cotton sheets, white knuckled— green eyes glossy with tears as he gazes down at you with fervour, pleas spilling from bitten lips. He’s in full tactical gear, fresh from the field, completely covered from your gaze, save for his bare crotch on full display between the zipper of his undone canvas pants.

He’s inexperienced- you could tell, even though he’d never murmured a word on the subject- it is laced thoroughly throughout his needy actions, the way his hips buck at the smallest touch you give his pale, rippling thighs, or how his heavy cock jumps when you praise him with sweet words. And there’s something so electrifying, having this beast of a man, in a killer’s uniform, writhing beneath you- it all goes straight to your head.

He is colossal. Infused with motor oil, brine and secondary cigarette smoke and the dirtiness of it- of him, cracks open the inviting door to even filthier actions.

His head is pressed harshly against the cool cement wall, damp hair curling around his brow. His mouth hangs agape— a glint of canine flashes in the dim light. His exposed his cock is tall and waiting eagerly for you and he’s embarrassed- you can tell by his flushed cheeks- embarrassed at how hard he is when you’ve barely even touched him- his engorged cock flushed deep purply red— glistening with a bead of pre spend at the sensitive head. Fuck.

His voice is rough and strangled, an honest attempt to string coherent thoughts together, “—ah, bitte, please...” He trails off, unsure of what he want’s you to do, all he knows is that he wants you.

You hold his gaze, vehemently, as you remove threadbare cotton in a swift motion, to revealing your naked frame to his widening eyes, you’re in nothing but a black thong and his glassy gaze is glued to your chest, he’s unable to tear it away, all gentile manners falling to perverse automatic action, he’s once more a teenager exploring his first playboy, struggling to take it in. Hair cascades around peaked nipples, and you’re a vision. He lets out a ragged breath at the soft swell of your breasts, truly questioning whether this was real- whether this was just another of his wet dreams and he’d wake up alone and have to shamefully clean sticky cum off himself. “You are…” he trails off on a ragged cliff, as if no known, spoken word could describe you, and the thought makes your heart swell against your ribs.

There’s a push and pull in him, you can feel it. Part of him instinctively wants to take control, have you his way, throw your body over the desk and ravage you- you both know that physically he can do whatever the fuck he wants with you. But something in him keeps him sat, under your control. He’s dying to do as you say, to follow your lead. The king has surrendered, and you are his unexpected successor.

Your hips bulge as your legs spread wide to fit over his massive thighs. Sinewy muscle tenses under you and the sight of his cock just waiting there for you makes your stomach clench. He’s staring at your crotch, at the small patch of wet fabric and the way it clings to the outline of your puffy cunt. There’s something pornographic about the way he’s fully dressed in tactical gear, complete with steel toed boots and dirty canvas pants, and you mount him bare, save for a sopping thong. Your airy, sultry voice cuts through thick, sweaty air, “Has it been a long time, König?” You’re being a bit patronizing, frankly, but you can tell he likes it, or he wouldn’t be this hard- pre-spend oozing out of his swollen slit.

His eyes rise to yours, and his pupils are blown wide, his voice breathless, “Ja-fuck-yes Maus, been so long. Please, touch me.” Your soft hands find his lower belly and its taught and veiny, skin scorching, you trace his abs, over his whisper of a happy trail, and you feel his muscles tense beneath your fingers, littered with scars. Your softness melts into his roughness and you’re pulled into him as if he possesses his own gravitational force. You gather his pre-spend from his stomach on two fingers and he watches with bated breath as you raise them to your lips, you take them deep, and the poor man doesn’t know what to do with him self. He’s briny and bitter and you want to force the taste further down your throat. A pathetic sound leaves his mouth, and it makes your stomach flop.

You rise up slide your thong to the side, exposing your cunt and he’s eager to position himself for you. Ready to bend to your every need, all he wants to be is good for you. You feel your stomach clench in anticipation as you are struck again with how thick he is- the thought of him stretching you out makes you thrum with anticipation. You’re sopping, and he’s dribbling from the tip— cock sliding deliciously easy, against the seam of you, right up against the choking split. Your fingers find locks of his hair and you ground yourself in him, as he catches harshly on the edge of your hole, right against your clit and pleasure shoots through your body. You’re both so sleep and touch deprived and that just makes you all the more fervid. You’re embarrassed at how fucked out you must look, but his head is thrown back and he’s almost drooling and you can’t look more desperate than him.

You run his mushroom head over the split again, and he’s unable to contain himself, softly bucking his hips into you, and when he finally breaches your hole, spliting you wide for him you let out a sharp sound, fingers harshly grabbing fistfuls of his hair. He sobs, voice ripping through his hoarse throat, “Ah-ah! Maus, fuck you’re so hot inside so… small.” It’s really he that’s large but you don’t bother correcting him. You tighten your fingers, fisting his hair, surely hard enough to hurt, as you inch yourself lower onto him. His fingers find the fat of your ass and hes pulling your cheeks apart, marks sure to bloom purple and blue later. His hand finds the waistband of your thong and he’s pulling it, overstimulation forcing him to action, the feeling of it dragging against your clit makes you keel. You hear the fabric rip, and he’s murmuring a slew of apologies. “Ah- I’m sorry maus-” You kiss his cheek sloppily in forgiveness. Salty and warm- stubble brash against your lips.

You pull back and his eyes drop to your little cunt, swollen lips stretching out around him and he’s in awe that you can take him so well. He’s definitely bigger than anyone you’ve been with before, but you can tell he doesn’t understand the extent of his size, and now is not the time to boost his ego, so you bite your lip and when your skin finally meets the cold metal of his zipper and he’s fully inside you sit there for a beat to adjust. Hes pulsing deep inside you and you can fucking see the outline of the head of his cock protruding from your belly, just below your bellybutton.

And when you point it out to him with a sickly sweet voice, “See you, so deep inside me König?”

He grunts, “Fuck me,” having to tear his eyes away a second later to keep from orgasming right then and there.

You begin to softly bounce your body above him, you tell yourself it’s to go easy on him, but truly you don’t think you could do move more with how deep he goes. Cold metal of his zipper harshly grazes your soft skin. Your breasts bounce with every movement and he pulls you into him, groaning into your shoulder, and sharp canines nick your flesh. Your grip in his hair mirrors your clench around him, painfully tight.

You speed up, slapping of skin fills the room, your flesh bubbles between his iron fingers and he’s whimpering into your ear, before you feel him twitch inside you. His eyes go wide and he’s suddenly blurting out, “Im sorry, I’m so sorry-ah, fuck.” His hips are bucking up into you faster, you feel them stutter, and his mouth falls open to softly bite your shoulder. His cock twitches, mushroom head notching somewhere deep inside you— and you can feel it in your stomach. He shudders all over, his huge form shaking with the strength of his orgasm, and then he blushes deep crimson. “I’m- A-ah,” Cum spurts out fitfully, and you feel it, hot and thick, filling your guts, and you can’t help but whimper into his hair at the feeling.

Warm pressure blooms in your belly. His deep raspy breaths grate against cold stillness.

Tears are brimming in his glassy eyes when he raises his head, damp curls falling across his forehead. Your cunt clenches at the sight and you redden at the obscene squelch it makes. He swallows hoarsely, “I’m so sorry. I wanted to…I couldn’t— you just felt so good—”

Another open mouthed kiss to his cheek makes him let out a soft puff of captive air.

“‘S okay König.” Your eyes sparkle, voice soft. “I can sit on your face, and you can make me cum then, yeah?” You smile coyly, as his eyes widen, cheeks flushing once more.

[konigschitzo0]

Smash.

Keegan. That’s it, that’s the post.