#*clears throat* here is my drafted text lmaoo

[graveyard-ghoulish]

OKAY OKAY I know I have like 9823847 requests and drafts blah blah i fucked your mom. i don't know what possessed me to write an actual fic because i am NOT good at fics or dialogue, let alone shit with foreign languages so lucifer forgive me for putting this on the internet.

anyways, have fun sucking the life out of König. feel free to tell me i suck because i felt CRINGE as fuck writing this.

Nutritional Facts; Oral (m) receiving, cum swallowing, semi-public?? you give him head in Price's office lmaoo, König has a sensitive dick and you can't convince me otherwise. smut below the cut

crossposted onto my ao3 before i get yelled at for ripping off my own work (which has happened before.)

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Your Captain would have your head on a pike if he knew you were gargling König’s dick in his office, in his own damn chair.

Truth be told you weren’t worried about anyone walking in- you and Price were close and you were basically his personal assistant at this point, running errands for him whether they be paper pushing or blowing some guy’s brains out. Price was out on a mission, and due to the latter of your duties giving you an injury, he insisted you stayed behind. Nobody else dared go into the Captain’s office when he wasn’t there unless they had a deathwish. But you, you often would crash out on his couch or use it to get away from the noise of everything else. The walls in the dorms were paper-thin and if you had to hear Soap beating off one more time you'd go insane.

And truth be told, you didn’t allow König in here *just* to suck him off. He was looking for you, unable to find you in your dorm and shot you a text. You craved his company since he was gone for a long time.

“In Price’s office. You can come in, use the side door but lock it behind you. I don’t need anyone intruding. :)” you’d texted back.

König came in there with totally pure intentions- to sit and talk with his lovely s/o after a rough mission, to clear his head. But apparently your libido had other plans the second you saw him enter in grey sweatpants and a tight black t-shirt. Either garment left little to the imagination (not that you needed to imagine it, you’d seen it plenty of times before) and you blanked out for a moment as König approached. You could clearly see his muscles moving underneath it as he confidently sat down in Price’s large office chair, the only furniture in that room that could actually hold the poor giant without him dwarfing it.

The conversation started off innocent enough, but König noticed you staring at his thighs and v-line and he knew that look you were giving him- the one that said ‘I swear I’m trying to listen but you’re so fucking hot I can’t help it’ (actually said by you once when you were very, very drunk and very much distracted by König’s squishable pecs). Your eye-fucking him boosted his confidence a little and he casually spread his legs a bit wider, allowing you a better view of the monster dick between them. The icing on the cake was when he stretched and his shirt rode up to give you a view of the soft pale skin underneath, your eyes following the fuzz of his happytrail to the waistband of his sweats. That was when you’d pounced without a second thought.

That was how you found yourself now- throating König like your life depended on it while gazing up at him. He was pretty like this, even with the rolled up hood hiding most of his features. Blue-grey eyes rolled back into his head as your tongue traced a vein on his shaft, pressing and vibrating deliciously as you groaned at the sight. König was overly sensitive as you’ve come to learn. Being a soldier, especially a giant intimidating one like him rarely ever got him laid, leading to his current predicament of nearly cumming at the slightest attention. His toes curled in his boots as you tongued at his slit. Honest to god he was trying to keep quiet, but he couldn’t help the pathetic whimpers and sudden huffs of air that escaped him. Getting the life sucked out of him in Price’s office was risky enough and he definitely didn’t need to be broadcasting it all over base on accident.

Too bad you were good at what you did. You didn't spend all that time throat-training for nothing, so you took him even further. The tip of your nose lightly brushed the ginger curls at the base of his cock, causing his hips to buck and his thighs around your head to squeeze. "Ah!" König cried out and slapped a hand over his mouth. "Mein Gott, you're going to make me cum too early." he whined. He eased up the pressure around your head and tried to compose himself as you pulled back for air, pulling off of him with a wet 'pop!' and giving him a shiteating grin. "Yknow I wouldn't be upset if you did. I think it's kinda hot when you lose control." you watched the flush creep down his neck as he gulped. König shook his head and put his hand on the back of yours, guiding you back down to his weeping cock. If you kept talking to him like that he's liable to bust on your face and you both knew it.

You dove right back in with twice as much enthusiasm, shoving your own hand down the front of your pants and rubbing at yourself. You weren’t the only one excited here.

König groaned and bit the side of his hand as you swirled your tongue around his head before grabbing the base of his shaft with your free hand. Bobbing your head along with your hand made his thighs clench around your head again, making you lightheaded. König moaned freely above you, no longer trying to hold back his pathetic noises. Both his gloved hands came to rest on the back of your head to guide you along at the pace he needed, head thrown back in ecstasy.

It wasn’t long before his whole body trembled and his breath was erratic, a surefire sign he was close to blowing his load.

“Ich bin nah dran, liebes-” he cut himself off as his back arched off the chair, thighs trembling. You took him to the hilt and he whined.

You gave him a moment to settle before pulling off, jizz and spit running down your chin as you swallowed his load before taking a breath.

“Feel better?” you asked, despite knowing he was currently sentient jelly and not in any headspace to actually answer. König’s hood had fallen back over his face and his eyes were closed. You swiped Price’s tissue box off his desk and cleaned up your giant before pushing his legs off your shoulders and pulling his sweats back up.

Eventually he calmed down enough to raise his head and look at you with a glint in his eyes. “What’s that look fo-” you were cut off as König suddenly grabbed you and turned you both around, you in the chair and him kneeling.

“Ich werde dich ruinieren”

[kuiinncedes]

love getting distracted during lecture overthinking the shit out of something probably no one will actually notice/think about/care about 🤪😍