latenightdaydreams

[latenightdaydreams]

Happy Friday the 13th!

in honor of the day and the full moon, I decided to share my JasonAU story. Be safe and have a fun night 😉

JasonAU!König , Part2

Ily all💗

[latenightdaydreams]

König x Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List✍🏽

cw:fem/afab, oral, p in v

Short intimate story

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König runs his large calloused hands along the curve of your body as you lie on his chest. Your soft hair falling onto his face and tickling his skin. The sound of soft whimpers escapes you both as your lips clash against one another’s, tongues swirling and tasting one another. His hand slips down underneath the elastic waist band of your panties, lightly squeezing the supple flesh of your round ass.

You and this moment are all he could think about while on deployment. The months passed by slowly, but finally here he is. Everything just feels right having you back in his arms. Feeling your body on his, your soft lips on his.

“Ich liebe dich.” He whispers between kisses as he grinds his hips up, craving the friction of your body against his own.

“I love you too.” You whimper back.

Your hands rub against his muscular arms and up to his grown out blond hair. Slowly, you move your lips down to his jaw, neck, and chest. He watches you with heavy eyelids as you kiss down his chest, following his pale happy trail. You pull down the waistband of his boxers, kissing the tip of his cock and moving lower as you continue to undress him.

König watches eagerly as you lick up his shaft, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock and taking him into your mouth. He moans softly, closing his eyes for a moment before looking back down at you, meeting your eyes. A gentle hand on the back of your head to encourage you to continue.

“Mein Gott, ich will dich.” He moans as his other hand grips the bedsheets tightly.

You bob your head up and down on his cock, using one hand to follow your motion. The other cups his heavy balls, tugging slightly. For a moment you pull away to smile at him, a string of spit connecting from your full lips to his tip. “You want me?” The tone in your voice a playful teasing one as your hand continues its motion.

“Bitte.” König reaches his hands out to you, grabbing your arm and gently pulling you to him.

You pull off your underwear slowly then follow his lead and move over his body. His hands rest on your hips as you straddle him. He leans forward and lightly sucks on your hardened nipple as you rock back and forth on his cock, coating him with your glistening slick.

“You’re such a tease.” He smirks as he watches your movements. Without hesitation he turns you over, getting on top on you and resting between your legs. The both of you laugh, his head dropping into your neck and softly kissing you as he rolls his hips against you. “You’re so naughty.”

“Am I?”

“You know you are.”

Your soft giggle is replaced by a loud gasping moan as you feel him push into you. His cock stretching you out as he sinks deeper into you. Your nails dig into his arms, gazing deeply into his eyes. “König…”

“You’re mine.” He speaks firmly as his pupils widen from the feeling of your wet cunt wrapping around him.

“Yours. All yours.”

[latenightdaydreams]

Tempting!Reader x HolyMan!König Pt3

MDNI🔞

Master List

Part 1, Part 2

cw: fem/afab, age gap, talk of god, possessiveness, oral

1.2k word count

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The taste of your pussy, smell of your body, sound of your moans lingers on his mind. It’s only been a few days yet it feels as though he hasn’t seen you in months. He needs to see you again. Every night he’s waited for a knock at his door yet you never come. Do you regret him? Have you found someone else?

Only the daily duties at the church have been able to keep him busy. Just waiting for mass to greet you at the door. Waiting for you to come back to him.

Saturday, Father König sits in the confessional booth listening to the woes of a single father. His mind is elsewhere, uncaring about the same story he hears of nearly weekly. Your face is the only thing he can think of. He says his normal advice and requests the man pray for guidance. A small sigh leaves his lips as he hears the man leave.

The tapping of shoes stepping into the booth pulls Father König from his mind. He begins his standard welcome, trying to push away all the thoughts that cloud his mind. Then the sound of your sweet gentle voice snaps his gaze towards the privacy screen. Through the small gaps in the woods design, he sees you.

“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.” You say, looking back at him.

“Y/n…” Father König can feel his face turning red as his blood begins to pulse through his veins. “I’ve been waiting for you to come to me.”

“I know.” Your voice cracks as you speak, fidgeting with the hem of your skirt.

“Please, talk to me.”

Father König looks at your features as you look away. You’ve always been so beautiful. While he is happy to see you here, finally speak to you; there is a sinking feeling in his heart that you regret your time together. Regret giving him that part of you, or maybe even regret ever knowing him.

“I had premarital sex. With an older man.” You look down at your hands as you speak.

“Do you regret it?” The question flies from his lips, unable to hold back.

“No.”

Father König’s shoulders relax.

“I actually feel guilty because I enjoyed it so much. I’ve been praying, asking God for forgiveness. For what happened, and for the fact I crave you still.”

“You do?”

“Yes, do you?”

“Schatz, you have no idea. You’re the only thing I’ve been able to think about.” He can feel his cock growing harder as this conversation continues on. “I’ve never wanted someone like I want you. Need you.”

“I need you too, Father.”

You watch as he disappears from your sight, turning your head towards the curtain on your side. It opens, Father standing there with a clear erection straining against the fabric of his black slacks. He extends his large calloused hand out to you, his eyes lingering on the small bit of cleavage he can see from your shirt. You place your dainty smooth hand in his and he gently pulls you to him.

Father König leads you to the altar, pushing aside the open bible and lifting you to lay in its spot. Your skirt slips down your thighs, showing your pale pink underwear to him. His large hand’s part your legs and presses his nose against your soft mound, taking in a deep breath of your scent and placing desperate kisses up and down your thighs.

“Your smell is so addicting.” He groans underneath his breath, pulling your underwear to the side. “I want to be the only man to ever get this pleasure.”

“I’m yours. I promise, only…yours.”

Your voice shakes as you feel his fat tongue swirl around your small sensitive clit. The euphoric feeling you’ve been thinking about since last time. Your hands grasp the cold stone of the altar your body is sprawled out on. His fingers dig into your supple thighs as he eats like a starved man.

“Father, please.” You cry out, lifting your head to look down at him. His eyes meet with yours as his lips wrap around and lightly sucks. Your hips lift slightly as you can feel a wave of pleasure burst from your core and spread throughout your body. “Fuck!”

The sound of your moans echo in the large empty space. He pulls his head away to look down at the shiny mess between your legs and up to your eyes. Running one finger up and down between your slit while he undoes his pants with the other hand. All the nasty depraved things he wants to do to you flood his mind, but you being so innocent, he knows he has to take it slowly with you.

“Would you do anything I ask of you?”

“Of course. Anything.”

Slowly stroking his cock as his eyes fall back between your legs he speaks quietly. “I want you to pleasure me.” You begin to sit up only for him to gently push you back down. “Stay like that.”

Father König walks around to the other side of the altar, lightly combing your hair as your head hands slightly over the edge. Seeing you in this position is something he’s fantasized about for years and now he has you here. The way your lips look so plump, he can’t wait to see what his cock looks like between them. He pulls down his pants slightly.

“Have you ever watched porn?”

“No.”

“I’ll walk you through it. Just know, it might be hard at first, but I know you’ll do great for me.”

You nod, looking at him as he steps closer. His heavy cock rest on your lips as his large hands grab the side of your head to steady you.

“Part your lips for me.”

You do as he says, opening your mouth to allow him in. The warmth of his cock fills your mouth along with the salty bitter taste of the precum dripping from the tip. Instinctively you wrap your lips around him, already feeling the strain on your jaw from his girth.

“Good girl, just relax.”

Father König gently pushes himself in more. You gag, your whole body jerking forward when you do. His thumbs caress your jaw as he calms you with gentle encouragement. Inch by inch, his cock moves further and further down your throat. His eyes watching as he can see the outline of his cock appear in your throat. So perfect.

The side door opens, so quietly that neither you nor Father hear the door. The sound of you gagging and gargling on his fat cock echo out in the space mixed with the sound of Father König’s moans of pleasure. Brent, the 19-year-old altar boy stands in shock. First, he wonders if some couple broke in, then if maybe Father is watching porn. But it’s so real.

He creeps forward and opens the door to the main hall of the church. That’s when he sees you both. Your skirt up, legs sprawled open on the altar, breasts pulled from your shirt. Father König with his pants around his knees, eagerly thrusting into your mouth. For a moment he lingers, watching it all play out. Realizing the gravity of what he’s witnessed, he quickly turns away and rushes back out of the church.

The sound of the door slammed shut causes Father to stop and look towards it.

“Scheiße.”

[latenightdaydreams]

HEYY I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH!!

Can u write cheater!!köing x mistress!!reader

Thank you!! Coming right up💗

König x Mistress!Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List✍🏽

cw: fem/afab, infidelity, guilt, oral, p in v

1.3k word count

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“Who are you texting?” Asks his wife Sabine as she moisturizes her hands walking towards the bed.

König quickly presses the phones power button and drops it screen down onto his abdomen, looking over at Sabine with an annoyed look on his face. “It’s work.”

“This late?”

“Ja, this late.”

As Sabine pulls back the covers to get into bed next to König. For a moment he looks over at her debating whether or not to embrace her. Instead, he decides to stand up, walking over to the dresser and putting on a pair of jeans and shirt.

“Where are you going?”

“Out.”

“Where?” Sabine insists.

König ignores her, mumbling under his breathe as he slams the bedroom door. Sabine stays in bed watching him leave. She pulls the blanket over herself and rest on her back, looking up at the ceiling with a million thoughts going through her mind. Of course, she wants to follow him but she knows that will only anger him more.

It’s around 11 pm as you sit on the living room sofa reading and sipping on some wine. You hear the sound of a gentle knock on your front door. Before you stand, you check your phone to see if it was someone told you that they were on their way, yet there is no message. Cautiously, you stand and walk towards the front door.

“It’s me, Schatz.” König’s muffled voice speaks through the door.

You can feel your heart flutter as you open the door to let him in. “König, what are you doing here this late?”

“I missed you so much that I couldn’t stay away.” König walks in, eagerly wrapping his muscular arms around your waist and holding you tightly. He walks forward, lifting you slightly. “Am I interrupting something?” 

“No,” you say in a giggling tone as you look up at him, “just reading.”

“Gut.”

König walks you into your bedroom. Only releasing you from his grip to take off his shoes and fully undress. You watch him as you walk towards your bed and pull back the covers.

“Is Sabine not home?”

Hearing your voice say his wife’s name is like nails on a chalk board to him. A low grunt leaves him as he unbuttons his pants, eyes falling on your cleavage. “No, she’s home.” In only his boxers he walks to the side of the bed you’re on and climbs on top of you, kissing your neck. “I just wanted to come see you.”

“You aren’t worried—”

The look in König’s eyes stops the words before they leave you.

“I don’t want to talk about her. Bitte. I’m here to spend time with you.”

König continues to kiss all over your body, down your neck to your breasts. His hand sips underneath the waist band of your sleep pants and underwear to feel the soft bush that covers your pubic. Slowly moving his hand down lower to feel your folds on his fingertips.

“I hate that I can’t just have you whenever I need you…” His fingers begin to rub slow circles around your swelling clit. Your leg trembles as your hand moves to his arm, holding tightly. “You’re so perfect.”

“Kö…” His name leaves your lips in a pathetic whimper.

“Are you mine?”

“Yes.”

“And I’m yours.” His fingers slip lower, pushing into you as he grinds his hips against you. The feeling of his hard cock rubbing against your thigh. He watches your face closely as your eyes close and mouth drops open while your slick covers his fingers.

There is a wave of disappointment as he withdraws his hand. Your eyes open and meet his, a small smirk on your lips as you watch him pull your pants down and away from your body. His eyes roam over your exposed body like a starved man. The way he looks at you as if you’re the only woman for him always makes you feel warm and fuzzy. Assisting him, sit up and pull your top off.

König looks down at you, watching you as you lean forward to wrap your hand around his cock and begin to slowly move up and down. He runs his fingers through your hair as he gently guides your mouth to him. A rush of pleasure pulses through him as he feels your full lips wrap around the tip of his cock; resisting the urge to want to thrust deeper into your mouth.

That’s when König’s phone begins to ring. You don’t stop, slowly allowing more of his 9-inch cock into your mouth as he bends to the side to grab his phone. On the screen it says ‘Sabine’ with a small red heart next to the name. He looks at it as it continues to ring, debating on answering it or rejecting the call. His body torn between immense pleasure and a sliver of guilt.

König double taps the side button, rejecting his wives call.

“I need to fuck you.” His voice sounds tense as he speaks, gently pulling back to lay you down.

You don’t ask about the phone call since you already assume it was her. If he was your husband and left, you’d be calling too. The image of her face tear-stained flashes across your mind as you lay back and watch him settle between your legs. A pang of guilt floods you, but you knew what you were getting into when you met König.

“Liebling.” He speaks softly. “Stay with me. It’s okay.”

As if he were reading your mind. You nod, grabbing his face to bring him in for a kiss.

König grinds himself between your legs before gently slipping the head of his cock into your soaked cunt. You let out a gasping moan; no matter how many times you feel him stretch you out it’s always as if you were experiencing it for the first time. Your finger nails dig into his arms as you gaze into his eyes and cry out his name.

“Mein Gott, I love your pussy so much.”

Your wet warms engulf him. His eyes bore into yours, watching your fact contort with each thrust of his hips. Your breasts bounce in perfect synchronicity with his movements. It’s been too long since he’s had you.

“König, fuck yes!”

“Is my princess going to cum already?” He teases, keeping his pace.

“Y—yes. I—”

The next day around 5 am, König wakes up. You’re still naked, snuggled up in his arms. He runs his fingers over your soft skin and gives you a few forehead kisses. This is the hardest part of this all. Leaving you.

Without disturbing you, he slips out of bed and dresses himself. He writes a sweet note on your note pad and leaves it on your pillow. All he can do is admire your beauty as you take deep breaths, the side of your face slightly squished against the pillow. His heart aches as he turns to leave.

The drive home was quiet. Too many thoughts flood his mind as he watches the sky change from deep blue to an orange hue. A part of him wishes he could stay with you forever, but he is worried of what will happen to the life he’s built; even if it’s with the wrong woman.

Once home, he parks the car and enters the home. He takes his shoes off and walks towards the stairs, wanting to clean up before Sabine wakes. Yet when he approaches the stairs, he sees her sitting in the kitchen.

König can feel his heart sink as he approaches her. Her eyes are tired with a warm cup of coffee in her hands. He kisses her forehead.

“You’re up early.”

“And you’re back late.” She snaps, the look in her eyes a mix of emotions.

“Ja.”

There is nothing he can add.

“Where were you?”

“Out.”

She laughs, his answer pathetic. “Where?!” Sabines voice echoes in the large space.

König just stands there. His face stoic as he remines quiet.

“Was it with y/n?”

Hearing her say your name causes his heart beat to pick up. How does she know?

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When we gonna get a part 3 to köing x doll sized reader 😭😭

Also I love your writing 🫶🏾😩

König x Doll Sized!Reader (fem) , Part 2

Okayyy so since I have a lot of questions asking when I'm going to do a part 3 I decided I should address why I abandoned the story line. Little ol' me made this not knowing about the fucking Rainbow Dash in a jar situation. My inbox/comments got flooded here and on ao3 about it so I looked it up - AND I REGRET IT SO MUCH😭

So because of that, I kinda didn't want to keep the rainbow dash cum jar trauma alive hahaha. I'm sorry!

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König x Pregnant!Y/N

MDNI🔞

Master List ✍🏽

cw: p in v, pregnancy

1.7k word count

Happy Mothers day to all the moms, maternal guardians, expecting moms, and those with babies who have left the earth!! You're all kick ass and deserve so much more than one day to appreciate all you do🩷

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Being your neighbor for the last two years, König has watched your marriage slowly dissolve into nothing. The loud arguments that boom through the shared walls are hard to miss. He would often keep his ear close to the wall, being ready to barge in if your husband were to take things too far. That’s why when you banged on his door around 5am to cry in his arms about your pending divorce there was no surprise. What did surprise him was the information of you being pregnant.

Since that day, König has taken you and your unborn child’s care personally. Driving you to your appointments, getting you whatever you craved, and even massaging your swollen feet. He’s always right there; pushing aside his feelings for you because it’s not something you need on your plate right now.

On Mother’s Day, you lie on your bed naked. Your arms above your head as you try to catch your breath from the hot shower you just took. That’s when you hear the doorbell. A long exhale escapes you as you struggle up to sitting position. Grabbing your fluffy blue robe, you cover yourself and walk towards the front door.

There König stands with a bouquet of pink roses and a bag in hand. You look up at him with shimmering eyes and a wide smile causing his heart to pick up pace. He extends his hand out to you.

“Für dich.”

You grasp the flowers by their stems and inspect them before returning your gaze to his. “They’re beautiful!” You step aside and hold the door open more. “Come on in.”

König crouches and enters your space. His eyes look around at the crib, still in its box and he makes a mental note to put it together for you sooner than later. The baby should be here in a month or so. He takes a seat on the end of the sofa and watches you sit.

“This is also for you.” He hands you the bag.

When you grab the bag, you pull out the tissue paper and place it beside you. There is a small black box at the bottom of the bag. You reach in and grab it, opening it slowly with a wide smile still on your face. Inside is a golden chain with a heart made with the birthstone of your childs due date and yours.

“Kö…you didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to. Plus, its your first Mother’s Day. It should be special.”

Placing the box on your lap you look up with him, tears in your eyes. “Thank you.” Your voice cracks while you try your best to hold back your emotions.

“Of course, Schatz.” König stands, walking to you and taking the necklace from the box. He walks behind you on the sofa to put the necklace on you.

You grab your hair and pull it up, exposing your neck to him. For a moment he looks at your soft skin and envisions himself kissing you. He quickly shakes that image from his mind, bending down slightly to put the jewelry on you. Your freshly washed hair smells strongly like tropical fruit and your skin like warm vanilla.

“There you are.” König smiles down at you, turning to look at the box in the corner. “Would you like for me to put that together for you?”

“Oh, you don’t have to.”

“It’s really no problem.” He says, pulling a pocket knife out and approaching the box. He cuts the tape and looks inside, pulling out the instructions. “It would be a simple task.”

“You’re too good to me, Kö. I don’t know where I’d be without you here.”

“How have you been feeling?” He asks as he kneels on the floor, pulling out the pieces he needs.

“Eh, I’ve been okay.” You lean back on the couch, exposing more of your thighs underneath your already short robe. “I feel like everything is running a marathon, I’m constantly out of breath. The hot flashes are unbearable. I feel like a giant whale.”

A small chuckle comes from König, his eyes darting to your legs for a split second. “You still look beautiful.”

“I don’t feel it.” You huff, resting your hands on your large belly. “I’ve also been so unbelievably horny, but I can barely reach myself anymore. It’s more work than it’s worth.” Once the words leave your mouth you can feel your face turn hot. For a moment you forgot you were speaking to the man you have a crush on, not just a close friend.

König puts down the wood in his hands and turns his head in your direction after hearing your comment. A small smirk on the corner of his lips as you admit that your body craves to be touched. “I’ve heard the hormones make you more…” he tries to think of a more subtle word other than horny. “excitable.”

“I—yeah. It’s true.” You look up at the ceiling for a moment. “Why do you help me so much?”

“I like to.” He replies simply as he continues to piece things together.

There is a lull of silence as he quietly works and you contemplate your next move. Is it worth possibly ruining a friendship? Does he like you or is he simply a kind soul? What if he thinks your pregnant body is unattractive?

No longer wishing to be in this awkward silence you stand up and approach him. König looks up, confused. Before he can say anything, you drop your robe.

His eyes widen as he looks at your body. Your breasts swollen with darkened areoles. Your belly large with a few stretch marks and a thin brown line down the center leading to the bush between your legs. He swallows before meeting your gaze again. Words escape him as he nods his head, standing to his feet.

König runs his finger tips down your arms before leaning in for a kiss. The moment your lips meet there is a spark between you both. His lips consume yours, breathing heavily through his nose as he trails down your chin to your neck. He lets his hands wander to your full breasts, gently tugging on your nipple.

You grab his waist and lead him back towards the couch, gently pushing him down. He sits and looks up at you once you pull back. His hands are quick to undo his pants, pulling them down to expose his hard cock. You look at it before looking back up to his eyes and straddling him.

“Wait—don’t you want me to eat you…” The words fall from his lips as he feels the tip of his cock enter your warm and wet cunt. His head falls back on the couch as his eyes lock with yours.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” You whimper as you sit completely on his fat cock and begin to rock back and forth on him.

“Mein Gott….” König’s hands grab your thighs and squeezes them as he tries to allow you to remain in charge.

The feeling of his cock stretching you after months of not having human contact sends your body into euphoria. You begin to softly bounce, your breasts moving in motion with you. Underneath you can feel his hips meeting yours, his hands gradually sliding up to your hips to assist in movement.  Quickly, your body tires. Eyes meeting his you whimper, “I want you to fuck me.”

König nods eagerly. Wrapping his arms around you, assisting in resting you back on the couch. You’re the first pregnant woman he’s been with so there is a level of fear inside of him. He’s worried he would be too rough and hurt you.

His body positioned between you legs as you hold on back, he slowly slips himself back inside of you. Your body welcomes him so perfectly he lets out a quiet groan. Gently, he pulls his hips back and thrust into you. He watches you face intently waiting for any sign that you might be uncomfortable.

“Harder.” You demand.

“I don’t want to hurt—”

“You won’t. Fuck me, please.” You feel pathetic practically begging for him to ravish your body.

No words as König places one hand on the back of the sofa and the other on your leg. He begins to trust into you like a man starved for human touch. Your pussy so wet that your sweet cum begins to drip down onto the fabric beneath you. The look on his face changes from worry to a lustful haze.

“God yes!” You cry out. The sound of his hips slamming into yours ring out in the small living space. Your fingers dig into whatever you can grab as you feel a build up begin. A wave of ecstasy crashes over your body as a borderline scream leaves your mouth.  “Fucking…fuck!”

“Cum on my cock. Cum for me.” König demands as he relentlessly fucks you.

One of his hands moves from the couch to your large round belly, gently touching it as you tremble. Your pussy pulsating on his shaft. His balls tighten, a pressure building deep inside his loin. Watching your orgasm only beckons his own.

“Schatz.” The pet name comes out in a growl as he tries to control himself.

“Please cum inside of me.” You beg. “Please, I want you cum König.”

He’s in no position to deny you want you crave. His hips pause as he feels the pleasure overwhelm him. Your name falls from his lips as he looks deeply into your eyes, filling you with his cum. There is a moment of heavy breathing before he gently leans back and pulls out, sitting on the floor next to you on the couch.

“That was amazing.” You pant with a small smile on your lips. For once your body feels desirable and pleased.

“You…wow.” König says still trying to catch his breath.

You turn on your side and comb your fingers through his messy blond hair. His eyes close as he allows himself to enjoy the feeling of being pet by you. There are obvious conversations that need to be had, for now your both just relishing in the euphoria and peace of this very moment. After a few minutes pass König turns to kiss your lips. The kiss gentle and lingers.

“I should finish the crib.” He chuckles softly before kissing you again.

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Tempting!Reader x HolyMan!König Pt2

MDNI🔞

Master List

Part 1, Part 3

cw: religion, age gap, broken oaths, oral, virginity loss, unprotected s*x

1.9k word count

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Father König looks at you in disbelief. The cute way the corner of your lip is upturned and the sparkling look in your eyes. For a moment he forgets who he is, standing there in silence before clearing his throat and dropping his gaze to the wooden door.

“Y/n, what are you doing here?”

“I was wanting to speak with you, if that’s okay?”

His pale blue eyes meet with yours once more, lingering for a moment before nodding his head in agreement. “Please, come in.” With one hand he gestures for you to enter as he scans the surrounding area for anyone that might see him inviting you in. It’s not as if it’s unheard of, but his gut is telling him this is not right.

As you walk in you look around the mostly empty home. It’s homely and filled with religious iconography. You turn, looking up to Father König as he walks closer to you. As nervous as you are, you’re trying to not show it.

“It’s cozy in here.”

“Thank you. Why don’t you have a seat and we can speak about why you’re here.” A million reasons as to why you’d stop by flood his mind. Was it something about home life? A possible boyfriend he doesn’t know about? The thought of you with another man makes his heart sink into his stomach, he prays that isn’t it.

You sit on the couch, on the middle cushion so that Father would have to sit next to you. “Well, it’s actually kind of embarrassing.” The words come out quietly as your fiddle with the hem of your dress.

“There is no need to be embarrassed. I’d never judge you.” Father König sits next to you, trying to make himself smaller so that his legs won’t brush up against yours.

A soft giggle leaves your lips, sounding like angels singing to his ears. His eyes drift down to your thighs. They look as if they would be so enjoyable to squeeze. The sound of your voice snaps his gaze back up to your own.

“I—I uh…” Your voice trails off as you feel your heart pounding in your chest. “I guess I have a secret that I’ve been holding on to for a long time.”

A simple nod encourages you to continue.

“I know that this is…odd. Wrong. But I just can’t stop how I feel.” Your eyes meet his, a look of longing in his gaze. “I have strong feelings for you.”

Deafening silence lingers in the air as Father feels a lump stick in his throat. His gaze, more intense. It’s as if he forgot how to breathe, a tingle in his groin growing by the second. All he can do is nod his head, trying to bite his tongue and admit that he feels the same way towards you.

“I’ve felt this way for a while. I know that this is wrong.” You look to him for any type of response but he remained quiet. “I’m sorry if I’ve said too much.”

“No—” His voice cracks, throat dry as a desert. “It’s normal. Humans... we can’t control how we feel.”

The tension in the room becoming even more undeniable. You gaze up at him, noticing his chest rising and falling quickly as he allows his eyes to drop down to your cleavage. Slowly he is losing self-control. Your confession, your proximity, the look in your eyes, the sweet smell of your sweat mixed with your perfume. With out any hesitation, you reach out and place your hand on his thigh. Waiting for his reaction.

König feels a wave of heat consume his body as you touch him. His cock becomes erect, straining against the fabric of his black slacks. He finally breaks his gaze away from your chest to look down at your thighs and back up to your face.

“Do you have feelings for me too?”

“I—” he gazes deeply into your eyes. “I shouldn’t.”

“But you do.” You move you hand up his thigh more, the large bulge in his pants impossible for you to not notice.

“I do.” König reaches out and places his hand on yours, stopping you from going any higher. “But I took an oath.”

“I know, but you’re human too. You deserve love and intimacy.”

The word intimacy causes him to let out a deep sigh. To be with you in the most primal of ways is all he has ever dreamed of. And here you are, offering yourself to him. He would be a fool to deny you, but also a fool to defy god.

“I shouldn’t.”

His hand moves from yours as he relaxes back into the couch even more. You take this as a sign to push the boundaries. Your hand slides up until you touch his erection, wrapping your hands around him and gently squeezing.

“We shouldn’t.” The words leave him weakly and unconvincingly. His hips instinctively push up, grinding into your palm.

“We should.” You release your grasp and move to straddle his lap.

The weight of you feels heavenly. His large hands move to your rear, cupping your ass and squeezing as he grinds into you. He looks into your eyes longingly, dropping his eyes to your plump lips. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” You grab his jaw and lower your face to his, capturing his lips in a deep passionate kiss.

König moves one hand up your back, grasping your hair and holding you in place. His mouth opens against yours, pushing his tongue past your lips. Your saliva mixes together as his other hand moves from your ass to the front of your dress, cupping your breast before pulling down the fabric to expose your braless chest.

You lean back, breaking the kiss. Wasting no time König moves his attention to your breast. He wraps his lips around on nipple, sucking lightly on your hard nipple and tugging with his lips. With his hand he twirls your other between his thumb and pointer finger. You run your fingers through his hair, moaning softly as your experience this new pleasure.

“Father.” You whimper.

“Mmm.” He responds, lost in the feeling of your body.

When he pulls back, he looks up at you. “I need more.”

Watching you nod, he lifts you body and switches places with you on the couch. He watches as your dress lifts, exposing your cotton underwear. His hands move to his collar, tossing it aside before unbuttoning his shirt and pants. You reach behind you to unzip the tiny zipper holding your dress to you, allowing it to fall from your body.

“You’re beautiful.” He says as he pulls his boxer brief off. His cock springs free, showing off just how impressive his size is.

Your eyes linger for a moment as you wonder if it will be painful. Quickly the thought leaves you as he kneels before you, removing the dress from your body completely. His eyes roam over your body like a hungry animal. It’s been so long since he’s seen a woman like this, touched one. And now he has the privilege to have you.

“Let me show you pleasure.”

König grabs the hem of your underwear and pulls them down slowly. Freshly shaved, you came here with the intention of him seeing you like this. That thought only turns him on even more. He moves each of your legs to the side, letting the rest open allowing him full access to you.

Without saying a word, you watch as Father lowers his head between your legs. One small flick of the tongue directly on your clit causes your legs to twitch. Embarrassed, you close your eyes and drop your head back against the cushion of the couch.

König doesn’t notice your embarrassment. He is far too focused, in a dazed like state as he tastes the sweet, sweet creamy nectar that just touched his tongue. There are no other thoughts in his mind as he laps like a starved animal at the folds between your lips. Your moans consume his senses as his tongue makes small circles around your clit before sucking lightly. With one hand he moves to his cock, stroking it. He just wants to put it in you, but he knows he is your first and he has to get you relaxed and ready for him.

“Father.” You moan out as your right leg trembles uncontrollably. “Please.”

His head rises, looking directly at you with shinny lips. His eyes nearly black from how large his pupils have gotten. “You taste so sweet.” He looks back down at your glistening pussy. “Do you want to go…further?”

“Yes…”

“Are you sure?”

No words, only a nod.

There are no condoms. There would be no reason for a person like him to posses any. Aware of all the risk, König doesn’t even hesitate. For the last few years, you’re the only thing that has been getting him off. To be able to actually cum in your pussy seems almost too good to be true.

Kneeling before you, he pulls you down towards the edge of the couch more. He leans in to kiss along your stomach and back down to your pussy. Worshiping your body before he takes the precious gift he’s about to receive.

König grasps his cock in his hand, rubbing the tips between your lips to get it wet. The color of his bright pink tip next to your pussy is like art to him. He slips down, feeling his cock sink slightly. Instantly his eyes shoot up to meet yours. Checking your reaction to make sure you’re okay.

Each hand now grasping your thighs, he pushes them back towards you. You look at him with anticipation, not knowing what to expect. That’s when a sharp pain shoots through your body as you feel Father’s body meet with yours. A loud gasping moan leaves your mouth as your eyebrows pinch together.

“Mein Gott.” König moans out. He shoves all 9 inches of his cock inside of you at once. A greedy move, but he needs this. The expression on your face will forever live with him. Your virginity is his now.

He gently draws his hips back before pushing forward again. His fingers dig into the supple flesh of your thighs as he tries to control his pace. All he wants to do is mercilessly fuck you, let the primal beastly side of man consume him and ravish your whole body. But he knows he can’t—yet.

König looks down at his cock stretching your tight little cunt. A small trace amount of blood mixes with the creamy white color of your cum. He watches as he buries himself deep inside of you. The pain moans flowing from your lips are like little melodies.

“Father König… fuck.” Your hands reach out and hold your legs.

It’s been too long. As much as he tries to hold back, he can’t. His balls tighten as he locks eyes with you. A pathetic groan leaves him, followed by his cock throbbing inside of you as he cums. He can feel his face grow red with embarrassment, he didn’t even last five minutes.

“I’m sorry. It’s been so long and… you feel so amazing.” He mumbles as he leans forward to rest his head on your chest.

You comb your fingers through his hair and breathlessly reply, “I understand. It was still amazing.”

“Are you hurt?” His eyes close, enjoying the closeness.

“I’ll be okay.”

“You did so well for your first time.” He kisses your breasts, up to your neck. “I want to do this again.”

“I do too.”

Part 3

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Tempting!Reader x HolyMan!König

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Before the story, I'd like to say thank you to everyone who commented such sweet words on my life update post. I truly appreciate you all so much more than you know.

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Part 2 , Part 3

cw:religion, dirty thoughts, age gap, temptation from closeness, masturbation, virgin

1.2k word count

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Father König stands at the entrance of the church welcoming everyone inside. He knows everyone by name and knowing their stories. After working here for nearly twenty years, the community becomes like a family. Then there is you. Your family moved here when you were younger and he’s watched you blossom into a beautiful, lovely, young woman.

You walk up to church wearing a revealing, short yellow dress that flows from your hips, your breasts bouncing with every step. Deep inside, you no longer believe in this; the religion, church, community…god. Yet, every weekend you get up early and dress your best to accompany your parents to church. All you can focus on is Father König.

With a large, calloused hands, König holds his hand out to you. “Y/n. It’s nice to see you again.”

You place your much smaller and softer hand in his palm, enjoying the feeling of his swallowing yours. “Hello Father König.”

His pale blue eyes focus on your lips, watching as your bit the lower one as you smile up at him. It takes all his will not avoid looking down your dress and stare at your breasts. Of course, he understands this is wrong. Not only is he nearly twice your age, but he’s also your trusted Priest. There are some boundaries that can’t be crossed, and he’s done so well at self-restraint; today will not be the day he fails.

“How have you been, Dear?”

“I’m much better now that I’m here.”

König chuckles softly. It’s been so long that he’s interacted with a woman outside of a Fatherly position that he doesn’t recognize if you’re flirting or just a high charisma woman. Either way, he relishes in all of the attention you give him. “I’m always happy to see your smiling face.”

Before you could talk more, he turns away to greet the Smith family. You watch with some jealousy as he shakes the middle-aged woman’s hand. Clearing your throat, you turn and walk inside with your parents to find a seat. For König it’s almost a relief that he has to speak to others. There is no saying what would come out of his mouth if left alone with you.

The church is stuffy. You’re forced to put on a fake smile as old people you don’t even know the name of come up to you and express how happy they are to see you. As if they didn’t just see you last week. You turn in your seat to see if you can find Father, eager for the service to start. Finally, the doors close and he walks in.

Father König notices you. The way you turn back and lock eyes with him gives him butterflies every time, but he tries to act as if he didn’t notice your stare. He lets his eyes drift away to the cross above his alter, keeping his focus there. There is a burning feeling on his back as he walks past you, he can feel your eyes desperately trying to imagine what his 6’10 muscular frame looks like underneath his robes.

As he kneels it’s hard to ignore the way the flowy robes seem to cling to his wide back. Your mind wandering to what it would be like to look down into his icy blue eyes as he kneels before you, his wide tongue desperately parting your lips as he savors the taste of the sweetness between your legs. You shift in your seat, crossing your legs tightly to feel a wave of pleasure pulse through you.

Father König stands, opening his bible. His eyes shoot up to meet yours for a split second, the feelings between you both are too magnetic to ignore, yet he must. The way the skirt of your dress falls up your thigh, exposing your soft delicate skin causing a tingle in his loin. It’s been so, so long since he’s been able to feel the tender flesh of a woman, and there you are. The ultimate test of his faith.

The alter boys pour wine, preparing for the holy Eucharist. Father König steps away to grab the small plate of wafers. You stand, eager to get in line. As the line gets shorter, Father notices you getting closer and closer. Deep breathes and the reminder of being in the home of the lord helping keep his thoughts at bay, but then here you are.

“The body of Christ.” His voice breaks in a quiet whisper as he watches you open your full lips and stick your pink tongue out.

You never break eye contact as you listen to his words. Like a good little pet, you stand there with your mouth open, ready to receive but wishing it were more. There is a look in his eyes, maybe lust? As he looks down at your mouth and gently places the wafer on your tongue. Your lips close around his thumb. For that split second you enjoy the feeling of his skin on yours before he pulls away quickly.

The look in your eyes is tantalizing, drawing him in. It’s the way you look up at him as he towers over you, so innocent yet so ready to be touched. Begging for touch. His eyes drift back down to your mouth as he places the wafer on your tongue. The sticky gloss on your lips touches his thumb as your close your mouth. The wet warmth consuming him, causing his mind to wander off again. How amazing your full lips would look and feel wrapped around his cock.

“Amen.” He manages to say as he pulls his hand away quickly.

There is a pit of shame forming in his stomach. He can’t stand this any longer. The way he would have ravished your body when he was in his 20’s. You would have been his and his alone.

Back alone in his room, he stripes off his clothing. Piece by piece they fall to the floor. The thoughts in his mind running a million miles an hour. It’s all you. Every thought. He stands in front of his mirror, looking at his body. His cock stands fully erect, begging to be touched.

“Fuck this…” König growls under his breath as he turns to his small bed, laying down and closing his eyes.

König hands wrap around his cock, slowly stroking it causing a pathic whimper to fall from his mouth. He imagines you there. Your breasts pouring out of your dress as your straddle him, slowly sinking his thick cock into your virgin pussy. The look on your face a mix of euphoria and pain as you accept him. His hips buck up into you, making every inch of his 9inch cock stretch your cunt.

“Take it…” He whispers, abs tensing up as he moves his hand quicker. “So tight…”

A loud bang on the front door pulls König from his day dream, causing his to quickly sit up. Annoyance flows through him; he was so close. Quickly, he stands and dresses into his black slacks and button up shirt, placing his collar back before walking towards the front door. He pulls the door open without looking to see who it is, assuming it’s someone needing to speak to him about problems.

It's you. Hands held behind your back with a small mischievous smirk on your lips.

“Y/n.”

“Father, may I come in?”

Part 2 , Part 3

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It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

I can't believe that it's been one year already! I love this community so much and am so thankful for the support I've gotten this year. It's been a pleasure to interact with you all💗

My first story posted was Priest!König x Nun!Reader

Most popular ones have been

König x Lactating!Reader

Let Me Love You Right

Werewolf!König x Human!Reader

Trucker!König x Stranded!Reader (heavy triggers)

PornStar!König x PornStar!Reader

Tutor

ZombieApocalypes!König AU x Reader

Minotaur!König

I love you all so much! Tomorrow a new story will be posted! Thank you for your patience's 🩷

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While talking to my partner about future story ideas, I brought up all the negative messages and threats I've gotten from the more taboo stories and this idea came up for him.

König says if you have nothing nice to say then gtfo

Artist- my boyfriend

But really to everyone to contributes to fanfics - keep going! There is a niche for everyone and someone somewhere will love your stories/art. ILY all and I hope you all have a great day/night.

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Jealous!König

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>cw: jealousy, possessiveness, toxic dom, spanking, p in v

word count 1k

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“Why do you always have to dress like that?” König’s voice drips with jealousy as he stands in the doorway of the bathroom, watching you remove your makeup. 

“What are you talking about?” Your eyes meet his eyes in the mirror's reflection as you wipe the cotton swab across your red stained lips. 

A deep, annoyed sigh leaves his lips as he pinches the bridge of his nose trying to calm his frustrations. “The way you dress.” He walks closer to you, now standing behind you. “All these dresses are so revealing. Why do you want other men to see what’s mine?”

“Yours?”

“Mine.” The words vibrate in a low growl as he drops his head to your level. 

“König, I just like to feel sexy.”

“Why must you be half naked to feel that way?”

“I’m not half naked—”

Your words are abruptly interrupted as König pulls your head back to look him in the eyes. His pale blue eyes shining with a dangerous look as his nostrils flare. “I can see all of your legs, your back, your breasts…nearly falling out of the top.” He allows his gaze to fall to your breast before looking back at you. “Everything that is mine…” 

You watch as his hands eagerly grasp at your breasts, squeezing, before swatting his hands away. The same look of angry fire possesses his eyes as he glares down at you. 

“I don’t feel like being touched.”

“I didn’t ask.”

König lifts you with one arm wrapped around your waist and marches off with you. With all of your might you hit and scratch at his pale flesh, leaving red marks in their wake; yet he does not let go of you. Instead, he tosses you on to the bed hard enough you can feel the wind get knocked out of you. Before you’re even able to turn to shout at him, he grabs your neck and pushes your face further into the soft silky sheets. You can feel your dress being lifted to expose your black thong being swallowed whole by your plump ass. A stinging burn travels across your flesh as you let out a muffled scream from the hard spanking König beings to give you. 

A small smirk crosses his lips, eyes glued to the way your supple flesh dances in response to every hit. His massive hands leave flaming red marks behind on your skin, some areas threatening to bruise. “This is mine.” He stops the assault to grope and grab a handful of you, the hurt skin warm to the touch. 

As his eyes travel over your body, he allows his fingers to dip lower. Two fingers press against the scarce bit of fabric that covers your pussy and begins to rub. You jerk your hips, annoyed with König and not wanting to be touched; but he ignores your small protest. You need to learn a lesson. 

With his other hand, he grasps a handful of your hand and pulls your head back. Small wet marks stain the fabric from where you’ve been crying and your breathing is staggered. Puffy eyes and lips, you look beautiful. 

“König, stop!”

“Nein. You belong to me and need to be punished.”

Without warning, König shoves his two thick fingers past the thin fabric and slips himself into your tight little cunt. You’re already soaked from the feeling of him teasing you. The feeling of your velvety walls wrapped tightly around his fingers makes his cock throb with envy in his pants constraints. 

Slowly, he slips them out before pushing back in. The slick sound is like music to his ears. “Say you belong to me.”

“Mm…” You attempt to protest before being hit with another wave of full body electric pleasure. 

“Say it.” König demands once more as he tightens his grip on your hair, pumping his fingers in and out of you quicker. 

“Ah- I…” Your voice trails off as your eyes flutter back. 

“Say it…” He repeats while watching at the way your soft face contorted in pleasure.

Your slick is dripping down his fingers onto his palm and making a small pool on the bed. The girth of his fingers alone is enough to drive you to pure ecstasy. You arch your back slightly as your legs begin to tremble. 

“I want your cock.” You whimper, nearly a whisper mixed into your cries of pleasure. 

“Tell me you belong to you.” While he wants to deny you further to punish you, he can’t deny the fire that’s burning deep inside of him. He wants to be in you. 

“I belong—”

The words barely leave your mouth before König turns you over to lay on your back. You gasp from the sudden movement and look up at him as he fumbles with the button and zipper on his pants. Without a care, he rips open his button up shirt and yanks his pants off. A bead of precum drips from the head of his cock. 

Königs grabs your legs and pulls you to him as if you were a weightless sex doll. Your legs draped over his arms and spread wide apart. His hips thrust forward slightly, letting the sensitive head of his cock glide across your slick as he lets out a deep groan. 

The moment your eyes meet, he shoves himself inside of you. To be able to see as a burst of pleasure crashes down over you as you feel his meaty fat cock stretch your tiny pussy. A pathetic high pitched cry leaves your lips as König rolls his hips back and forward again into you. The instant pleasure left you in a daze, not even angry as you watch his hands move to rip the top of your dress open, exposing yourself to him completely. 

Addicted to the way you move, your breasts swaying in motion and hands gripping the sheets all around you, König can’t get enough of you. Your slick drips down his tight balls with every thrust forward. The jealous nature of his arousal has him acting like an animal; ruthlessly thrusting himself into you knowing your pussy struggles to accept him whole. 

“You’re mine.” König growls. “Mine to fuck, mine to breed, mine to own.” 

“Yes! I’m yours…I’m yours!” 

“Good girl.”

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Little Update

Hello all! I hope everyone has had an amazing holiday season! As you might have noticed, I haven't been posting.

🚫TW for continuing from here! (loss of pregnancy)

My best friend confessed his love for me and I confessed that I felt the same way. My own friends to lovers story🥰

We found out we were expecting right before Christmas. I was excited to start this new chapter with him, but life had other plans. I suffered a miscarriage and lost the motivation to write smut or at all. I've allowed myself to rest and heal. I plan on posting a few times a week now to finally get through all of the requested stories. I apologize it's taken so long and that I've been mostly MIA.

I love you all and I hope you all have an amazing day/night🩷

You're all worthy of happiness and love.🩷

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hello~ english is not my first language so please bear with me… >.<

konig going to his best friends wedding as the best man…he doesn’t like the maid of honor…she’s the sister of the bride and has always been overshadowed by her so the maid of honor always tries to be a perfect girl…her parents love her sister more than her and she’s given an unflattering dress by the bride…sitting alone at a table the whole wedding and drinking wine…after the wedding she wants to cry so she goes up to the rooftop of the building and sits on the bench up there..konig finds her and wants to yell at her for the behavior of not supporting her sister earlier but spots her crying and feels bad…and then they have nasty nasty nasty sex where he’s making her feel like she’s on top of the world and she’s sobbing because she feels so loved by a guy that hates her..and they both say i love you at the end..

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Wedding Party König x Reader (fem)

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>cw: fem/afab, minor angst, p in v, oral

1.7k word count

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“Such a fucking brat…” König growls underneath his breath as he watches you storm past your sister and leave quickly out the double doors. Once again, you’ve managed to take away the spotlight from your sister and get all of the attention on yourself. Typical of you.

Cory, the groom, walks up to König while letting out a deep sigh. “I can’t believe her.”

“Ja, Jasmine shouldn’t have even had her here today.”

“I know, but they’re always so kind to her.” Cory looks back at the crowd of people speaking softly about the outburst. The bride and mother of the bride talking amongst the bridal party. “Listen, I hate to ask you, but can you please try to get y/n back? Just so all this drama can stop?”

“Of course.”

You sit uncomfortably in your dress that’s two sizes too small. The sunsets in the distance, causing a pink hue to cover the tops of all the other buildings. Loud sobs fall from your lips, tears causing your makeup to smudge around your eyes. Feeling betrayed and humiliated, you can’t calm yourself.

König hears the sobs once he steps foot on the rooftop, his eyes darting around until they land on you sitting on the floor. The metallic click of the doors latch hidden by your own crying, leaving you in the dark the König has joined you. All of the mean words he had thought up on his way up here leave him once he sees how fragile you look.

“Y/n?” König speaks softly as he sits down next to you on the bench, placing one hand on your shoulder, caressing your soft skin.

Your head shoots up in surprise when you hear his usual stern voice sound soft and tender instead. The sun is fading sunlight causing the tears in your eyes to shimmer like a diamond. Full puffy lips and smeared makeup, you’ve never looked so beautiful to him. König clears his throat before whispering your name once more.

“Y/n. Are you okay?”

Having his watchful eye on you causes your dress to feel even tighter, and for you to feel like an idiot. “What?” Your voice trembles as you speak.

“Please don’t cry, Maus.” König reaches out, wrapping his arms around you pulling you closer to him.

There is no hesitation as you allow yourself to melt into him. He places you on his lap as he cradles you against his body. The warm smell of tobacco and his cologne mixed with the feeling of his large warm hands caressing your body relaxes you. Your hands wipe the tears from your eyes and your breaths come out as small hiccups.

“It’s okay. König is here.” He whispers to you as his hands travel over your body. The dress fits you like a second skin; allowing him to feel every contour and curve of your body as if he were touching you without barriers. At the moment, his mind is torn in two places. One part of him knows he has to remain grounded and be here for you; you’re crying after all. The other side of him wants to feel even more of your body.

A low hum radiates from you as you feel your body tingle from the sensation of his hands exploring you. His cock sitting semi erect underneath you as you turn your head to let out a sigh. Maybe it’s being in a vulnerable state, or the dry spell you’ve been in for the last eight months; whatever it is- you want König.

You pull away, causing König to assume he’s done something wrong. His pale eyes meet with yours, waiting for you to say something. Nothing is said. You lean forward, taking König by surprise as you press your lips against his. He relaxes into your kiss, allowing his hand to travel down towards the hem of your dress, caressing your thighs. His cock is hard, throbbing, as he feels you.

Your mouth opens, pressing your tongue against his lips to taste him. König readily accepts you, swirling his tongue around yours. He assists you as you adjust yourself to straddle his lap, feeling his bulge pressed against the lace fabric of your thong. You move your hips, rubbing your desperate clit against him. A low groan comes out as his hands pull up your dress, digging his fingers into the supple flesh of your ass.

“I want you.” You whimper, turning your head and breaking the kiss.

König wastes no time in reaching down to unbutton his pants to pull his cock free from his dress pants. His eyes follow you as you stand up and look around, seemingly making sure the two of you're truly alone up here. The sky is now dark as he stands, towering over you. He kisses your forehead then places a hand on the back of your neck and pulls you in for a passionate kiss before spinning you around and bending you over the bench to leave your ass in the air.

Your hands hold the cold metal in front of you, looking around at the city surrounding you as you can feel König hook his finger into the waistband of your underwear, tugging at it. He slowly undresses you, taking his time to enjoy the view in front of him. Your wet cunt looks so deliciously tempting to him.

Grabbing a hold of your thighs, he spreads them apart, pressing his nose between your legs to take in a deep breath of your scent. His tongue slips out, wiggling against your folds to get a taste of your sweet nectar. The soft squeaky moan of yours rings out and sounds like music to his ears, only encouraging him more; causing him to wonder what other sounds he can pull from you.

König swirls his tongue in circles around your swollen clit, sucking and bobbing his head slightly causing your legs to twitch. Your smell has an addictive sweet aroma. As he pulls his head back to take a deep breath, he slaps your ass and watches the flesh jiggle. His hand leaves a stinging feeling, but you enjoy it.

“You’re so fucking sexy.”

His words cause you to blush. You breathe deeply as you turn your head to look at him. His eyes focus on your ass as he approaches you, slapping his leaking, heavy, cock on your ass.

“Are you ready for me?”

“Yes…”

The words leave your lips to be quickly followed by a huge burst of pleasure. Every single inch of you feels filled by König’s fat cock. Slowly, he pushes himself into you completely so as to not hurt you. Your eyes shut and head drops as you let out a loud whiny cry.

“Fuck…König.”

“Y/n…”

König’s hands hold onto your waist, pulling back before slamming into you against; his heavy balls slapping hard against your clit. He watches as your body moves in rhythm with his thrust. Your tight cunt hugs him so perfectly as your wetness soaks his pubs. With one hand he moves to caress your back, enjoying the curve of your body. You’re such a desirable woman.

“You feel so good…God, you’re so perfect.” He says as he squeezes you tightly.

In the mix of sexual bliss and feeling wanted, tears begin to fall from your eyes again. The small whimpers grab his attention. König pulls out and turns you around to look at you, breathing heavily.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He grabs the side of your face to look deeply into your eyes.

“Nothing.” You wipe away a tear. “I just feel happy.”

König nods before kissing your lips, savoring the salty flavor of your kisses as he pulls off his coat. He lays it down on the bench, gesturing for you to lay down. “Please.”

His eyes follow your body as you get down. Your breasts are bouncing as you have staggered breaths from your tears. König rests between your legs, on his knees as he begins to unbutton his shirt. Lying there looking so delicate…the way your body is shown through your dress is becoming beyond tempting to tear the fabric off. He moves his hand to your breasts, squeezing, pulling off the fabric to see your full breasts pool perfectly on your chest.

“You have such a beautiful body.” König whispers as he leans forward to kiss your nipples before licking around them in a slow motion. Your nipple leaves his mouth with a soft pop before feeling his hands grab your legs, pulling them over his shoulders and kissing them up and down as he slowly grinds his hips forwards allowing his cock to rub up and down your wet slit.

“Please fuck me, König.”

“Anything for you.” He says placing another kiss on your leg.

König slips his cock into you, letting out a deep moan as he feels your slick velvety walls wrap around his cock, welcoming his cock back. He slams himself into you, savoring the looking or painful pleasure that appears across your face. Your eyes wide as your mouth hangs open. “Gott…perfect.” The beautiful sight of your bouncing breasts mixed with the desperate look of wanting to be ruined on your face is hypnotizing to him.

A cool breeze from the night passes over you both, causing a chill to pass through your bodies. The moans from your lips echo out into the night as your body is filled with euphoria. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to his blissful release. The feeling of you clenching around him only drives him crazy. He presses his cock deep inside of you, causing you to let out a gasping moan of pleasure as he looks down to see himself buried in you completely.

His cock throbs deep inside of you, releasing every drip of his cum into you unprotected. The thought of pregnancy is far from anyone’s mind. He leans down to kiss from your breasts up to your neck and then lips; nipping slightly at your pouty bottom lip.

“I love you, y/n.”

You look at him with surprise as he confesses his feelings to you. For a moment you freeze in disbelief.  Your heartbeat begins to pick up, feeling as though you’re on a cloud. “I love you too…” The sound of your voice comes out timid.

König smiles brightly as he gazes down at you. This is the beginning of a new dynamic relationship between the two of you. After this, there is no way König could ever just see you as a friend. You’re his now. His love.

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Happy Holidays!

I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas! Wishing everyone a happy Hanukkah and a happy Kwanzaa!🥰Wishing all the love and happiness to you all🩷

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Christmas Party w/ König

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>cw:fem/afab, drinking, p in v, public-ish sex

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König loses a bet with Horangi and comes into work dressed as Santa Claus during the small Christmas party being held in the common room. While everyone is sitting around and eating food while chatting, a heavy silence falls upon the room when König’s heavy footsteps disrupt the festivities. 

In the doorway he stands with a scowl hidden beneath his cheap Santa beard. It’s the most anyone has seen of his face before, the only reason everyone knows it’s König is because of his massive size. The silence is disrupted by Horangi’s loud cackles; one arm wrapped around his abdomen as he points with his other hand. 

“You look so fucking stupid!” Horangi nearly falls off of his chair. 

König says nothing just walking in with a velvety sack over his shoulder. He walks up to Horangi and simply pushes his head to the side in anger. “Shut up.” He hisses. 

You sit there giggling softly. König notices, blushing softly. He clears his throat trying to push down the butterflies he always gets when he’s near you. Walking past you, he sits on an empty chair and leans back. 

Most people in the room go back to their small conversations, but you, with the courage of heavily spiked eggnog, stand from your seat and make your way over to König. He looks up at you with a surprised look on his face. Before he can say anything to you, you sit on his lap and place an arm around his shoulder. 

“Hey there, Santa.”

“Hallo…” König’s voice cracks as he looks into your glimmering eyes. 

Horangi looks at you sitting on his lap with astonishment. 

“Am I on the naughty or nice list this year?” You ask giggling. 

That giggle. 

“You…” his eyes unintentionally drop to the curve of your breasts, “are on the nice list.” 

“Am I?” You reach out and tug on his beard, lightly letting it snap back against his face. 

“Ja…”

König can feel his cock beginning to grow erect as you wiggle on his lap slightly. The side of your leg rubbing against the crotch of his red Santa pants. His heart thumps in his chest as he tries his best to act unaffected by your presence. 

“That’s a shame. I wanted to be on the naughty list.”

“Why would you want that?” He asks, chuckling slightly. 

You giggle at the sound of his nervous chuckle. The light in the room makes his pale blue eyes shimmer in yours. His cock twitches slightly, bumping your leg and causing your attention to drift downwards. 

“Maybe I wanted Santa to punish me.”

“Punish you?”

“Punish me.” You lean closer to him as you speak, the smell of the alcohol on your lips wafts to his nose. 

König stands, grasping the plump flesh on your ass and hips, fingers digging in, as his hips ram into yours at a quick pace. His red pants dropped and resting around his ankles. Your loud drunken moans fill the room as your breasts bounce free from your blouse.

“Naughty girl.” König growls as his wide palm comes down to spank your ass, leaving a red mark in its wake. 

“Fuck yes! Punish me with your fat cock!” You cry out as you feel the stinging burn from the slap. 

“Perfect fucking ass…” Is all you’re able to understand before König begins to speak in German. Telling you how long he’s been wanting to feel you wrapped around his cock, see you underneath him. 

A smile crosses your face as your body feels as if it’s floating on a cloud of pure ecstasy. You can feel yourself drop down the side of your leg each time his cock pulls out before pulling a pathetic moan from you once he buries himself back inside of you. Your head turns to look at him, the Santa beard barely even in his face, exposing his scarred handsome face. His eyes meet yours and he simply smirks before grasping a handful of your hair and forcing your face down. 

Outside the door Horangi and a few other soldiers stand with jaws dropped and looks of shock on their faces. The sound of the creaking desk, flesh on flesh, and orgasmic pleasure pour out into the hallway where they stand.

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Anger Relief With König (fem)

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>cw: fem/afab, power difference, p in v, pregnancy kink

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“Office. Now.” König nearly shouts at you as he marches by.

The soldiers you sit by all look at you with a look of concern written all over their faces. Colonel König isn’t exactly known as the nicest man on base, and to have his anger directed at you can only spell trouble. You look at them before letting out a defeated sigh and standing up to follow him. König is already out of sight; his long legs effortlessly carry him quickly from one side of base to the other.

A few moments later, you wind up in front of his office. The door is ajar, leaving you unsure if you should knock or just walk in. When you hear König’s voice boom, “Enter,” your decision is made for you. 

You walk in, closing the door behind you. König stands over his desk, his balled-up fist resting on the papers scattered across his desk. For a moment you freeze, unable to  muster up the courage to speak first. 

“Colonel—” 

“What took you so long?” 

“I—”

“I don’t care.” He stands up, looking directly into his sharp blue eyes. “I’ve had a…very bad day.”

“I’m sorry sir—” 

“Shhh.” König grabs the bottom of his shirt and pulls it up and over his head. “Undress.” 

You don’t move. Simply sit there as you watch König fully undress. You can’t help but to let your eyes travel over his body. He snaps his fingers at you, causing you to quickly jump up and begin to remove your own uniform. There are millions of thoughts going through your mind as you shyly place your hands over your breasts, only left in your panties.

“Take those off.” He points to the purple underwear.

“I- I didn’t shave…” 

“I didn’t ask. Off.”

König walks to the desk in front of you, leaning back on it as his eyes remain glued on your body. The full bush between your legs becomes exposed, causing you to blush a bright shade of red; this isn’t a situation you thought you’d ever find yourself in. Especially not with König.

He says nothing, grabbing your waist and lifting you. You wrap your legs around his waist, watching as he turns and in one swipe, pushes the mess on his desk onto the floor. Effortlessly, he swings you over and gently places you down on the desk. His eyes travel between your legs as he spreads them apart, pulling you closer to the edge of the desk. He rubs his hands up and down your thighs, enjoying the tender feeling of your flesh beneath his own rough skin.

You look down as he rubs the head of his cock between your folds. A wave of embarrassment flushes over you as you realize how wet you already are from simply seeing your Colonel’s nude body. He, on the other hand, loves it. There are no words exchanged between the two of you; you understand your role in this moment so you allow him to use your body to relieve his stress. 

König slips his cock down, feeling the head slip into your cunt. His gaze meets yours as he begins to ease himself into you, slowly slipping in every inch of his almost ten-inch cock. A loud gasping moan leaves your lips as you feel yourself begin to stretch out, wrapping so tightly around him. 

“Shhh…” His voice sounds weakened by the pleasure that’s flowing over him. 

Allowing you no time to adjust to his size, König pulls his hips back and begins to thrust into you at a merciless pace. Your abdomen muscles tense as your jaw drops open. No words or sounds escape you as your eye widen from the mix of overwhelming pleasure and a stuffed type of pain. You reach out and grab his arms, squeezing as your nails slightly dig into his skin. 

“Scratch me.” He pants as the small stinging of your nails only adds to the pleasure of the moment. 

You listen to him, scratching his arms and chest as you lose yourself in the euphoric moment with him. “König…please.”

“I’m going to cum.” König moans.

“I’m so close—” He places a hand over your mouth to silence you. 

You can feel his cock throbbing deep within you as he moans loudly, harshly slamming into you at a slower pace as he feels his balls empty. You’re panting for air as your legs tremble, your own release quickly following his. He moves his hand and stands upright, pulling his cock from you. The tip has a string of cum dripping down, his body glistening covered in his own sweat.

“No plan B.” He says without looking at you as he gathers his uniform to dress himself. “I can check medical.” The words seem more like a threat than a request. Letting you know that he’s willing to abuse his power to control you. 

You walk back to the common room with shaky legs and a hazy mind. So many different thoughts swirl around in your head. What exactly just happened? Why no birth control? What does this mean for the status of your relationship with him?

The other soldiers at the table remain, looking at you with worry.

“What happened?”

“Are you okay? Did he hit you?” 

A wave of questions gets thrown your way before you’ve even gotten a chance to sit down. Once you do, you can feel just how sore your pussy is after that. There is a gross squish sensation in your panties since you didn’t get the chance to clean yourself up before having to leave his office. You take a moment and look at them all, trying to decide what you should say to them. 

You clear your throat and shrug your shoulders. “I’m okay. He just…” Your eyes move from each of theirs, seeing the want for hot gossip. “He just yelled at me and forced me to file some shit.” You lie.

“Oh…”

“Well, I guess that’s better than what some have gotten.”

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Hi Hi I love your work ! Could you write a boss-König x janitor-reader who works night shifts because she has school during the day and hes just obsessed with her. ❤️

Hi! Thank you!! Of course🥰

Boss!König x Janitor!Reader (fem)

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>cw: fem/afab, sexual thoughts, masturbation

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König walks down the hallway with his empty coffee cup in hand, making his way to the break room to refill his cup. Also, to try and locate where you are. It’s only been three months since he’s hired you, yet you’re all that consumes his mind. The building is empty, other than you, he’s the only worker left. He pulls it off as just being a hard-working manager, but really, he only began working late nights the moment you started.

As he walks up to the break room, he sees you there. The uniform's dark blue khaki pants hug your hips tightly, only extenuating the shape of your ass and thighs. He lingers in the doorway for just a moment longer as he watches you bend over to clean a chair with a small mess left behind. While he hates how hard you have to work, he loves to see you do it.

In his mind he imagines his large hands wrapping around your waist, pulling your body close to his as he takes a deep inhale of your scent. Lifting his mask to be able to press his lips against the silk feeling of your skin as he slowly strips you of your uniform. Right here, he would bend you over the counter and admire the beauty before him. What sounds could you make as he slips his fingers into your tight cunt? Would you squirm as the pleasure builds? Beg for his cock to fuck you?

“Hello, sir.”

Your voice snaps him out of his fantasy. König adjusts his stance and clears his throat, tilting his head to you in a way to say hello. The sound of your voice sends a tingle throughout his body, just the way your lips move when you speak turns him on. You’re the perfect woman.

“Hallo, y/n.” König walks to the coffee pot and begins to pour some into his mug. “How are you tonight?”

“I’m okay. You?”

“Same. How is school?”

“Oh, it’s going great.” You smile at him, melting his heart with those fucking lips.

“I love to hear that. I’m proud of you for continuing your education.” He turns to you, feeling awkward for the comment, but he really is. The amount of ambition you have to move up in life mirrors his own. You’d make a great power couple…

“Thank you, sir.” You say with a tiny giggle. God. Such an angelic sound.

As König sits at his desk, he replays the small interaction you two had. Every time you two speak, he wants to ask you so much about yourself, get closer to you in some way more than simply being your manager. The sound of your footsteps attracts his attention to the hallway, his door wide open allowing him to see you perfectly.

A strand of your hair has fallen free from your elastic band, causing it to fall in front of your face, framing the delicate shape. Even in your uniform you look so desirable to him. His eyes are glued to you as you pull the mop from the bucket, moving it in a seemingly elegant movement. Never before has he been so turned on to see a woman clean the floor.

Your small feminine hands wrap around the wooden handle as the strand of hair moves with every movement you make. König can’t help but to allow his mind to wander to…unholy places. The mental image of you on your knees before him as he sits back in his desk chair. How your hands would look wrapped around his thick cock, fingers not even able to wrap around his girth fully. Watching as you pull back his foreskin to circle the tip of your tongue around his cock.

Without realizing it, his hand begins to rub against his cock through his pants. A small wet spot forming on the dark fabric from the precum. Your eyes meet his for a moment, smiling at him before looking away. He huffs, watching as you slowly fade from his view and disappear down the hall. All he wants to do is stand up, drag you into the office, and fuck the shit out of you. If you’d give him your body, mind, and soul; he’d pay for the rest of your schooling and make sure you never have to work such a labor-intensive job again. He could take care of you.

“Fuck, I need you.” König says under his breath as he pulls at his belt, unable to control himself. His cock twitches, begging for friction. Begging to be buried deep inside of you. His cock springs free from his pants as he leans back, stroking his cock as he daydreams about what it would be like to have you.