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statusexile · 5 months

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Michelin Star Treatment and My Body's On The Menu

Summary: You work as a naked sushi model in a high-end Japanese restaurant and professionalism was the name of the game. But when Ghost and Konig walked through the door, your composure was put to the test.

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader x Konig

Warnings: afab!reader, dub con, exhibitionist, nipple play, fingering, squirting, wakamezake, mask kink, reader goes by she/her pronouns.

Word count: 1,804 words

NSFW. MDNI!

a/n: Nyotaimori (女体盛り) is the Japanese practice of serving sashimi or sushi from the naked body of a woman. This fic probably wouldn’t be 100% accurate to the real-life practice because I’m not Japanese. Nonetheless, feedback and suggestion are always welcome, along with reblogs and likes. Thank you for reading! ❤️

Working as a naked sushi model for a high-end restaurant was never your dream. Your friends and family always find your job as peculiar. They always ask you why would you want to be a human sushi platter for wealthy people. While some people see your job as an art form and others think it’s degrading to women. You didn’t care about their opinions anyway; it kept food on the table and paid your bills and that was all that really mattered to you.

Still feeling a bit groggy from the long shift, you sat down on a bench in the fitting room and began counting your tip money. The day had been long, but the customers were generous, you are pleased with the amount of money you have made today. Even though one group of customers that you got earlier were a bunch of drunk and obnoxious business men. They’re not trying to grope you or anything, but they’re just really rowdy and it hurts your head so bad. Unfortunately, you can’t say anything because you're not allowed to speak while you're on the job.

You get up from the bench and begin tidying your hair and make-up. There’s only one more reservation for the day: a table for two people. Perhaps they’re a couple, you think to yourself. At least it shouldn't be as disastrous as the earlier group, as you walked out from the changing room into the private dining room that was booked by the pair. The interior of the room was opulent. Soft lighting and the sounds of waterfall provided a serene atmosphere, while traditional Japanese motifs of cherry blossom and zen gardens adorned the walls. The restaurant was clearly designed to create a serene and elegant ambience that would enhance the dining experience for the guests.

You took off your kimono, leaving you bare, and climbed onto the dining table, lying down on top of it. The sushi chefs began decorating your body with a variety of sushi and sashimi, placing them on top of leaves that had been sanitized to prevent direct contact with your skin. After that, they covered your nipples and your genital area with flowers. And now all you have to do is wait for the customer to arrive at the restaurant.

It doesnt take very long for the pair to arrive. They’re two tall, muscular men in military attire, and you can see the outlines of their muscles on their clothes. Both of them are wearing masks: one is wearing a skull-printed mask, while the other is wearing a draped style mask.

Your heart skipped a beat when the two men entered the dining room. You’ve always been intrigued by masked men - there's something alluring and mysterious about them. You didn’t know if they were hot or ugly underneath their masks, it doesn’t matter to you, it was the mystery that made you so intrigued and turned on about them.

They sat down on the tatami and ordered sake from the waitress; it didn’t take long for the waitress to come back with their drinks. They began eating immediately, taking some of the sushi that was placed on top of your stomach. The dinner went well so far. You could hear both men talking about their jobs in the military - the one with the skull-printed mask spoke with a deep, husky British accent, while the one with the draped mask spoke with a thick German accent. Soon you learned their names were Ghost and Konig.

They spoke about an upcoming mission, using fancy words, code names, and military slang that you didn't understand. But all you could focus on was their sexy voices - it was as if they were trying to turn you. You couldn't do anything about it - you couldn’t even move your body an inch while you were still with the customer. So, all you could do was stare at the ceiling, trying to not let it bother you.

They were nearly finished with their meals, and you felt a bit disappointed because it means they would leave soon - but you didn't know that the real fun was about to begin.

Suddenly, you felt Konig’s fingers graze your thigh. You were surprised by his sudden action - this felt so wrong that you should have stand up and called the manager at this point - but you were already so turned on at his touch. You could feel a shiver running down your spine.

“So beautiful,” Konig mutters so himself, still grazing his fingers on your thigh, “Shall we have some fun with her, Lieutenant?”

“Your call, Colonel. I’m down if you’re down.” Ghost replied while he stares at you. You could only see his eyes, but you could feel the lust in his stare. It looks like he’s going to devour you whole.

“Alright then,” Konig said as he removed the flower that covered your fold. You’re already so turned on at this point and his action made it even worse.

“Clench your thigh real tight, schatz.” You didn't know why, but you immediately complied with his command, so you clenched your thighs as tight as possible. You could see Konig pouring the sake between them. You could feel the cold liquid grazing your hot skin as you let out a soft mewl from the sensation as it’s slowly running down in between your thighs. He lifts his mask up and starts slurping the sake directly from your crotch, you could feel his soft lips touching your fold. This is so inappropriate, and you could definitely get fired if your supervisor found out that you allowed a customer to do something like this. But your body could only succumb to his action. You’re already way too deep in it anyway and there’s no turning back at point. “So delicious,” Konig said after he finished drinking, wiping his own lips with his hands. “Your turn, Lieutenant.” he added as he passed the sake bottle to Ghost. Ghost did the same thing Konig did earlier. He poured some more sake between your clenched thighs, slurping them, but suddenly after he finished drinking, he opens your legs a bit and give a single lick at your labia. You let out a moan, still trying to keep quiet, but now it’s getting harder. “She’s indeed delicious, Colonel.” he said to Konig in a satisfied tone, “Don’t worry love, we’re gonna make you feel so good” he added. Konig started to remove the flowers that covered your nipples, you could sense the chilly air gently brushing against them.

Konig and Ghost scooch over from their seats, and now their faces facing your breasts. “Open your legs real wide for us, sweetheart. Please, allow us to return the favor for your hospitality this evening.” Konig hums in your ear. Both of them slowly opens your legs, revealing your now dripping cunt that’s been covered with your own liquid and the sake from earlier.

“Shall we enjoy the dessert for the night, Colonel?” “After you, Lieutenant.”

Suddenly, both of them start latching to your nipples, as Konig’s hand starts rubbing your damp cunt with his calloused hand. You let out a loud gasp as you jerk your head back from the sudden sensation. One of Ghost’s hands pinning you down, ensuring you stay still in your place. You tried to wiggle your body, but his hand was so strong, keeping you in your position.

“Be quiet, love. We don't want anyone outside to know we're doing this, do we?” Ghost purred in your ear in between sucking your breast. You could only nod at his words, feeling absolutely lost in the pleasure they’re giving to you. Konig starts to insert two of his fingers inside you and start thrusting them. You bit your lips so hard they’re probably bleeding at this point but you didn’t even pay attention to it as you lost to the overstimulation and pleasure.

“So fucking wet for us” Konig whispered while his mouth is still latching to your breast, now he’s using his thumb to play with your clit and adding another finger inside you. You've already surrendered to them, letting them do whatever they want to you at this point. You could feel your holes stretched thin with his fingers as if he shoved his entire fist inside you because of how thick his fingers are.

Your body shudders as they keep sucking your breasts without mercy and Konig finger-fucking you relentlessly. You’re trying so fucking hard to stay quiet, only letting out soft moans and pants, making everything even more painful than it already is.

“I could feel you’re clenching around my fingers, schatz. Come on, I know you’re so close. I know you can do it.” Konig whispers seductively in your ear. You could feel your brain becoming mush. Your body feels like it's about to explode as you start mumbling nonsense words. You didn't care at this point if anyone outside could hear it, you just want to cum so fucking bad.

It only took a few more thrusts of Konig’s fingers before you cum, your body shakes violently and your vision turns static from the orgasm he gave you. He still thrusting them over and over, milking your orgasm dry. You squirted all over the table, basically drenching the entire surface with your cum.

“Ah, there you go… I know you can do it. Was für ein gutes Mädchen” Konig finally gave one last thrust and pulls out his fingers from your cunt. Both of them give your nipples on last lick after finally letting them go. Your body seems like it can't stop trembling. “So good, so fucking good...” you mumbled softly, your voice is still shaking.

“I guess we have to clean up this mess. We can’t let your supervisor know you’re doing this with customers.” Ghost chuckled as he took a couple of napkins to clean up the mess you made on the table. It takes you around five minutes before you're able to regain your composure.

Both of them stand up from their tatami. Konig pulls out his wallet from his back pocket, takes out some money, and slips it into your hands, giving you a very generous tip.

“Compliment to the chef, the food was delicious.” Ghost said as he opened the door, and both he and Konig went out from the dining room, leaving you alone.

After a few more minutes, finally manage to sit and starts counting the tip that Konig gave you, which basically covers two months’ worth of rent. You can only laugh to yourself, still confused by everything that happened earlier, but you are very satisfied at the same time.

Maybe this is the best job that you could ever have, after all.

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daisies-daydreams · 1 year

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Meine (König x AFAB!Reader)

Pairing: König x AFAB!Reader Category: Fluff, Angst, Smut (18+) Word Count: 4k+ Warnings: Harassment/Unwanted Flirting, P in V Sex, Unprotected Sex (Wrap and Tap), Full Nelson, Vaginal Fingering, Handjob, Semi-Mutual Masturbation, Car Sex, Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Size Difference, Dom!/Jealous!König, Biting/Marking, Manhandling, Stomach Bulge, Rough Sex, Mirror Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Creampie, Descriptions of Social Anxiety

Summary: After a man tries to flirt with you at a bar, König starts to act…different. When he brings you home, he decides to show you just who you belong to.

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

You chewed on your flimsy straw mindlessly, waiting for your boyfriend to return from the bathroom. Seeing as it was a Saturday night, the bar was packed to the brim, rancorous noise pouring from every corner.

“We don’t have to stay for long if it gets too overwhelming,” you said as you looked up to König’s hooded face. He was adamant on trying to manage his social anxiety, and you promised him you’d be by his side for every step of the way.

He always seemed more relaxed when the two of you went into crowded spaces like grocery stores. However, he had yet to try a more leisurely space. Your love took in a deep breath as he clung onto your hand, taking the first step into the bar. You smiled warmly as you walked in by his side, leaning your head on his burly upper arm.

That was about an hour ago. He fidgeted the entire time the two of you sat at the bar, his movements increasing as more patrons flooded the pub. König excused himself, nearly knocking over several tables as he made his way to the men’s room. Your eyes followed him past the corner before you turned your attention to the television playing above you.

“Heaven must be missing an angel,” a snarky voice chimed next to you. Your brow arched as you gazed at the young man who slid into the empty chair…König’s chair. He was clad in a bright red polo and gray chino slacks, his body toned and face adorned with a wry grin. His mates at the table behind both of you were chuckling like a group of grade schoolers.

“Are you calling me Satan?” you spat with a piercing gaze. You heard a clamor of “oohs” behind you. The blonde scoffed as he readjusted himself in his chair, his smirk still plastered to his sharp face.

“Maybe that’s why I feel so tempted when I’m near you,” he lilted. Another round of chuckles from the gaggle of drunk college boys. You rolled your eyes and flicked your index finger at his chair.

“Go bother someone else. I’m here with my boyfriend,” you huffed. The group snickered as the young man snorted.

“Really? Don’t see anybody here but me,” he slurred. A pink blush burned on his cheeks as his blown pupils stared you up and down. You felt small beneath his gaze as his eyes grazed you up and down, drinking in the sight of you in your dark, skin-tight dress. You recoiled as he slung his arm around your shoulder, your hand quickly reaching for your pepper spray.

“Come on, lemme buy you a-” his acerbic words were quickly cut off when a giant hand splayed over his shoulder and squeezed it roughly. His brows furrowed as he whipped his head around.

“Can’t you see I’m in a conversation, you-” his eyes grew into the size of saucers when he snapped his neck just to look up at your boyfriend. His eyes were cold and piercing as he laid his other hand on the drunk man’s shoulder. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears as you watched König’s towering shadow swallow the man whole.

“Is this boy bothering you, Katzchen?” König growled, his hand gripping the man’s shoulder tightly. The man’s face was white as he shook in his chair, his mates long gone. He swallowed a thick lump in his throat as your mountain of a man yanked his arm off from around your shoulders. Tears pricked at the corner of the blonde's eyes, your lover clutching both of his fists into the joker’s collar.

You couldn’t help but notice the heat pooling in between your legs as you watched König’s hot breath puff beneath his dark sniper hood, his shoulders raised as he stared into the man’s soul. You bit your lip as you watched the younger man squirm in his hold.

“F-Fuck, I’m sorry. Please, don’t kill me,” he sobbed. König’s icy blue gaze stabbed through the man's spirit, saying nothing.

“König, baby,” you cooed, your hand rubbing up the bulging muscles of his arm. He gave you a quick glance, his vicious look growing soft for a brief second.

“Alright,” he murmured lowly. Your boyfriend huffed before releasing the now crumpled collar. The man dropped to his shaking knees and whimpered on impact. You squeezed your thighs together as König leaned down to the man, whispering loudly enough for both of you to hear.

“Get the fuck out of here. If I see you near my Katzchen again…touching her like that…I swear to Gott I’ll make your mother weep when she sees what I’ve done to you,” he snarled, every word thick and heavy with his accent. Another pang of heat shot through your body, trickling down your spine and into your gushing snatch. “Got it?” König barked. The young man nodded, nearly breaking his neck.

“Y-Yes! Sorry, sir!” the blonde whimpered like a kicked dog as he scrambled to his feet. You watched as the man tripped and wobbled his way out between the rows of chairs and tables, finally bursting through the doors. The entire bar was silent, all eyes glued to you and your boyfriend. You felt him lightly pat your shoulder, the ice in his eyes now melted into warm pools.

“Meine Schatz, are you alright?” König asked, his voice soft and sweet like honey. His hands were trembling as they came close to your cheeks. His voice made you wonder if he believed his touch alone would shatter you after what just happened. You nodded, heart still racing beneath your sternum and an insatiable ache burning in your core.

“I-I’m fine,” you replied. He gave a small hum before pressing your hand to his clothed mouth.

“Would it be okay if we went back home?” he asked as he rubbed your hand against his cheek. The room began to hum back to life as you squeezed his hand.

“Yeah, let’s get the hell out of here,” you laughed exasperatedly. He nodded and helped you down from your seat. König paid for your drinks before taking your hand back into his. His grip was almost too tight when he led you through the wide, wooden doors.

“Thank you for standing up for me in there,” you said as you clung to König’s burly arm. He gave a sigh before kissing the top of your head, his lips still covered by his sniper hood.

“Of course, Liebling. Nobody messes with my (Y/N),” he declared with a raspy voice. Another wave of heat shot through your body, your cheeks dusted pink.

“Are you feeling okay?” your love asked as both of you slid into the car and buckled your seatbelts. You gave a short nod, though the shifting of your legs said otherwise.

“Y-Yeah. Just some adrenaline still left over from what happened back there,” you said waving your hand. He looked you up and down before patting your thigh.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there sooner, Schatz,” König apologized. You shook your head as he turned the keys in the ignition.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m just glad nobody got hurt,” you admitted. Your boyfriend gave a low hum before shifting the car to reverse.

“Me too,” he agreed. Your eyes raked over his body, his black t-shirt clinging to his sweat-covered torso. Your brows raised as they met with a familiar bulge poking from beneath his slacks. You licked your lips, your mind shrouded with the thick fog of arousal.

His knuckles were white on the steering wheel as he turned out of the parking lot. You couldn’t stop your heart from racing as you shifted your legs, trying to relieve the relentless tension in your core. You stopped when you felt his calloused hand slide over your smooth thigh once more. His eyes were still on the road, though his fingers were tapping dangerously close to your clothed cunt.

“Are you sure you're alright, Katzchen?” he asked, his fingers drumming on the top of your thigh. You stiffened a whine as goosebumps littered your skin.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine,” you said before biting your lip. König drew out a long sigh, his fingers now drawing circles in your bumpy flesh.

“I know you, Katzchen. I know what it means when you get all flustered like this,” the Austrian mused. You moaned as his hand cupped your heat, his long digits pressed deliciously over your hole. He sucked in a sharp breath and you swore his cock jumped in his pants.

“Mein Gott, you’re soaked,” he groaned. Your fists bunched at the bottom of your dress as you felt the tips of his fingers rub against your pussy. Heat poured into every pore of your skin when his palm pressed against your aching clit.

“Ah,” you moaned as your head tilted back. He slowed the car down as he approached a stoplight, not letting up on his ministrations. You didn’t mind the other cars that pulled up beside you, thankful that you had the cover of the dark night and your tinted windows.

“Look at you, little thing. Humping my hand like you’re in heat,” he clicked his tongue. You arched as his fingers slid to part your panties aside, his digits slipping through your slick folds.

“Kö-Oh!” you squealed when he pinched your clit. Your eyes shifted back to his twitching cock. You licked your lips as you reached over. He tensed in his seat as your fingers brushed against his hard member.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who’s getting flustered,” you snickered. König’s grip on the wheel tightened even more as he tried to maintain his current speed. You weren’t expecting him to plunge his digits into your sopping cunt, being split open by three of his ginormous fingers. You keened as he pumped his fingers in your walls, your pussy squelching with every thrust.

Your hand made quick work to latch onto his pants, though he shook his head vigorously. You pouted before whining as he curled the tips of his fingers on the roof of your pussy.

“I’m sorry, Katzchen. I...I just don’t trust myself. I don’t want us to get into a wreck,” he explained before swallowing a thick lump in his throat. You gave an understanding nod, though you still yearned to wrap your sweet lips around the head of his dick. Your hands gripped his sturdy arm as he pumped in and out of you, faster...faster...

“König! I’m gonna-” your eyes suddenly rolled into the back of your head. His thumb was circling your red clit, unleashing a wave of arousal gushing out of your stuffed cunt. Your vision was blurry as your body was wracked with silent sobs, your walls convulsing over his hefty digits.

“Good girl,” König cooed as he continued to finger-fuck you through your euphoric ride. “So pretty when you cum around my fingers,” he praised as your walls snatched him in a vice grip. You babbled his name as he slid his fingers from your cunt, your slick dribbling onto the seat below.

You looked over at your boyfriend as he pulled closer to your apartment complex. His sapphire eyes glanced over at his slick-coated digits. He muttered something under his breath before slipping his fingers beneath his hood. You groaned as you heard him suckle on his fingers, releasing them with a sudden pop.

“You taste so delicious, Schatz,” he moaned as he pulled up to another light. You took your chance, mind numb from your orgasm as your hand sprung and clutched over his clothed cock.

“Liebling,” he hissed between his teeth as you cupped your palm over his hard length. His eyes squeezed shut as he gripped the wheel with both hands.

“Please, Kö. Want to make you feel good,” you slurred, drool dripping from the corner of your lips. His chest rose and fell as he kept his eyes on the light. He gave a small nod before your hand plunged below his pants. Your love grunted as your hand snaked around his shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“S-Scheiße,” he swallowed thickly as you stroked up and down his veiny length. He tried to keep his eyes steady on the road in front of him as the light flashed green. You lazily pulled his cock free from his pants. It was so massive, standing to attention as the cherry red tip leaked with salty precum. You swiped your thumb over the tip of his cock before smearing his precum across his entire head.

“So good, (Y/N),” he groaned, careful to keep his grasp steady on the wheel as your complex came into view. He nearly swerved the car as you curled your lips over his tip, pressing a quick kiss over his head before swiping small kitten licks up and down his throbbing shaft.

“FUCK,” König hissed as he finally turned into the parking lot. His jaw went slack as you hollowed your cheeks and slowly sank down onto his member. The bulky man’s tip almost instantly hit the back of your head as he clumsily swerved into a parking spot, causing you to gag. Your nose was pressed flush against his abdomen, his tip shoved completely down your tight, wet throat. He shifted the car into park as you bobbed your head back up, soon taking him down into the deep cavern of your esophagus. You took one hand and mindlessly gripped at whatever you couldn’t take into your mouth, pumping the bottom of his shaft. König’s massive hands gripped your neatly made hair as he groaned out German phrases and curses.

“So good, ah, Schatz-Scheiße, gonna make me cum!” his voice raised in pitch when your other hand fondled his heavy balls. You moaned around his length as he stiffened, shooting ropes of thick cum down your throat. Your boyfriend growled animalistically as he watched you swallow every drop before releasing your mouth from his gigantic length. You sputtered and coughed, throat aching yet warm from his seed. He rubbed your neck before giving you some water he had left in the car earlier. The liquid was comforting, helping your sore throat open a little more as he whispered praises into your ear. His hand slipped his cock back into his slacks before he pressed a deep kiss into your lips, not minding the taste of himself in your mouth.

“Upstairs. Now,” he breathed when he pulled away.

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Stepping into your apartment was a whirlwind. As soon as König slammed the door shut behind you, he carried you to your bedroom. His burly form hovered above you on your mattress as he tore his hood and clothes off. You moaned when he dove into your neck, his wet tongue caressing over your beating pulse. Your hand immediately latched onto his forearms as you spread your legs.

“Can’t wait to be inside that perfect, tight cunt of yours,” he bellowed, his gravely voice sending waves rippling through your nervous system. You whined when his cracked lips wrapped around your pulse, sucking hard enough for a hickey to bloom instantly.

“Fuck, König,” you gasped. His lips continued to suck fresh hickeys on your skin, his canines pressing small, red crevices into the nape of your neck.

“Need you König, need you so bad,” you whimpered, his cock twitching above your clothed heat. König grunted into your flesh before giving your ass a hard squeeze. You felt warmth explode inside of your chest as your eyes raked across his scarred face, his dirty blonde hair still matted from the dark hood. Your fingertips delicately traced each and every divot from his face, down to his broad, heaving chest. He smashed his lips down against yours, moaning into your mouth while grinding his cock down onto you.

“I’m here, Katzchen,” he rasped into your ear.

Your brows furrowed as he suddenly guided you towards the end of the bed. König remained seated, broad thighs spread as his cock sprang to life between his legs. He pulled you onto his lap, spinning you around so you were face to face with your reflection in the full-length mirror. He smiled, eyes dark and drinking in your heaving chest while his hands bunched up the bottom of your dress.

“Such a tight dress, showing off all your perfect curves for me,” he beamed. Your pussy quivered as you wiggled your ass in front of him. He finally peeled your dress off of your body, letting it drift to the floor below. He let out a low growl as his hands grabbed your hips, firmly pressing your heat down to his length. You craned your neck and exchanged sloppy kisses as the pressure in your core skyrocketed with every drive of his cock.

“Want me to fuck you, Schatz? Want me to make you cum around my thick cock, hm?” König murmured with a string of spit connecting both of your swollen lips. You nodded vigorously with another grind of your hips on his hard length.

“Fuck, yes,” you pleaded with blown pupils. König was usually so soft during sex, always so gentle like you were made of fine porcelain. However, you had to admit that his feral groans, him firmly manhandling you and his new dark and commanding voice made your pussy flutter.

His soft smile quickly shifted into a smirk as he gave your ass a sharp smack. You squealed as the warm pins and needles bloomed over your plush cheeks. He sucked in a sharp breath as you pressed your ass to his throbbing dick, your breasts jiggling in your push-up bra.

“A g-string, hm?” he mused as he snapped the elastic band of your underwear. You yelped at the light sting against your skin. “Makes me wonder if you were wanting to get fucked tonight once we got back,” he pondered aloud with another snap of your g-string. You drooled as his cock continued to slide beneath your soaked panties.

“Eyes up, Schatz,” König softly commanded. Your eyes flitted up at the reflection staring back at you. You looked utterly desperate, head hung back and chest pushed forward as he slid your panties off. The corner of his eyes crinkled at the sight of your flustered cheeks, drooling lips and lidded eyes. His eyes were wide at the sight of your soaked folds.

“Scheiße,” he muttered under his breath. Soon your bra came flying off, your breasts bouncing down and into the firm grasp of his palms. You shifted on his lap, the weeping head of his red cock nudging against your tight entrance. Knocking, but not coming all the way in. You were a mess of babbles and moans as he rubbed the top of his cock against your wet folds, coating his dick with your slick arousal.

“Katzchen,” he groaned. Your hands went back to cling around his neck as he spread your legs with his hands. You keened as your lover moved your legs up, positioning you into a full nelson in his hefty arms and Herculean strength. The stretch was borderline painful, but you were too drunk on the feeling of his tip snug against your hole.

“Fuck, please, Kö,” you begged. He moaned as he pushed into you a few times before he slowly sank you down on his member. Your back arched and mouth snapped open as he split you in two, inch by wonderful inch. He hissed as he bit his lip, his grip on your legs threatening to imprint bruises on your skin.

“So good and tight for me, G-Gott,” he shuddered as your walls clenched around him. You gasped as your hips became flush with his, his heavy balls aching just below you. König’s icy gaze was locked to the mirror. He was mesmerized by the crisp, reflected image in front of him: your weeping cunt swallowing him as he bottomed out within you.

“Look at you, taking me so well,” he praised as he bit into your pulse once more. You whined, pussy fluttering around his massive member as he littered your skin with violet hickeys and magenta bitemarks. “Love how well you take me, Mini,” König rasped into your ear. Your entire body erupted into flames as he suddenly bucked into you. Your eyes were wide as you saw a refection of the bulge that poked beneath your lower abdomen.

“Kö-Oh, Oh my God,” you moaned so loudly, surely the neighbors next to you would’ve heard. König grunted as he raised your entire form as if you weighed nothing. Your walls clenched and unclenched as he left his leaking, red tip at the lips of your entrance. You shivered as he sank you back down onto his thick, pulsing cock. The world seemed to melt around you as he kept ordering you to keep your eyes on the mirror. The sight before you was beyond lewd, your pussy squelching and bubbling with arousal as he relentlessly fucked you on his cock.

“That’s it, Schatz, just like that,” he groaned into your neck. Your slick dripped down your ass as his cock brushed against the spot that made your soul invert and toes curl. Your legs were taut and stretched beneath his leviathan grip, the veins of his dick dragging against your walls so smoothly from your slick. Your pretty moans were music to his ears as he reached down to play with your swollen clit.

“Kö!” you yelled. His lips fluttered over your neck as he sped up, his hips coming up to meet with yours. A high-pitched squeal escaped you as he sucked another dark spot onto your pulse.

“So beautiful, all spread out for me like this,” he groaned as his hand spread your arousal up to the bulge poking at your lower stomach. Fuck, he always filled you to the point where pain and pleasure melted. “Meine, meine, meine,” he chanted hungrily as his head fell back. You felt your walls tighten around his member as he pistoned into you.

“Bet that man back at the bar couldn’t fuck you this good, huh Maus?” König growled into your ear. Your ears perked up at his words, your attention turned from the feeling of his cock to his tight face. You shifted your head as much as you could to meet his unhooded gaze.

“Kö, are you…jealous?” you squeaked as he continued to bounce you on his length. His pumping slowed as his lips curved down, a deep frown etched onto his sweaty face. A heavy silence swallowed the room for a few moments. König swallowed, his pale eyes turned away from you.

“M-Maybe,” his face broke out into a deep merlot. Your face softened as you brought your hand up to his sharp cheek. You placed a gentle kiss on his lower chin while his hand found purchase over yours.

“Oh, König, you don’t have to worry about that,” you cooed. “I’m not going anywhere,” you assured him with another kiss. His large fingers tightened around the back of your knees as he shuddered.

“I know, Katzchen. I just…” König trailed off. Your love gave a long sigh, his eyes focused on wooden floor as he tried to find the best words to say. You continued to pepper his chin with kisses, your hands now lovingly rubbing his ripped forearms. “I don’t want to lose you,” he admitted with a shaky breath. His grip on you loosened as he let your legs fall back over his sturdy thigh. You turned your whole body towards him, the tendrils of ecstasy grappling over you as you took his face into your palms.

“Kö, look at me,” you stated. His eyes lingered up towards yours. “You won’t lose me, König. Those guys back there were just some young, drunk assholes looking for a piece of ass,” you explained. You firmly pressed your lips to his, drinking in the warm feeling of him. “I love you, König. Nothing and nobody will ever make me want to leave you,” you said with a strong nod. His blue orbs were soft and misty as he released his grip on your legs.

“I-I love you too, Schatz,” he stammered. You smiled as König enveloped you in a tight hug, nearly forcing the air out of your lungs. You brought your arms up to wrap around his scarred back, your fingers brushing and tracing along his spine. “I’m sorry if it seemed like I doubted your loyalty. I just can’t bear the thought of you being taken away from me,” your boyfriend confessed. You pulled back from your embrace, though you kept your hands resting on his back.

“It’s alright, König,” you breathed into him. He gave a slow, solemn nod, his cock still twitching inside of your tight cunt. You smirked as you leaned over his cheek, your hands now raking up his hard abs and resting on his rough pectorals. You leaned up to his ear. “You know, I kind of liked it when you were really possessive about me,” you whispered before nipping the shell of his ear. König shivered, his fingertips pressed tightly on the plush of your hips.

“R-Really?” he murmured, his face still remaining a deep shade of red.

“Mhm,” you hummed as you trailed kisses down his sharp jawline. You circled your hips slightly and flexed your walls around his cock. König groaned between gritted teeth as he clutched your hips in a vice grip. His jaw was slack as you continued to dance on his quivering length. “Maybe you could show me…who exactly I belong to?” you mused as you lightly pinched the corner of his jaw with your teeth. He was still for a moment, chest rising and falling as silence hung over the room.

You yelped as you felt him grab you and spin you around. Your back was soon planted on the mattress as he crawled on top of you. König’s chest heaved as he lined his member back to your entrance. His cock was rock-solid, his cherry-red tip weeping with precum as he dragged it to your lips.

“Listen here, Schatz. You belong to me,” he emphasized the last word with a sharp thrust into your cunt. Your mouth formed into a silent “O” as his head slammed into your cervix. Your boyfriend panted above you as he drilled his cock into your tight hole, his lips now latching onto your nipple and sucking hard.

“Meine, meine, meine,” he moaned ceaselessly. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head with every melodic groan, every delicious thrust into your plush, aching walls. His ball slapped against your asshole as he sped up. You felt him spit on your clit before he rubbed his thumb over the swollen button.

“König,” you moaned. He smirked against your breast as he drove into you at a rapid pace, his thumb dancing over your clit.

“That’s right. Say my name, liebling. Tell me who you belong to while you cum on this cock you love so much,” he groaned. Your mind grew numb as your walls constricted, tighter and tighter. Every cell in your body coursed with lava as your back arched off the mattress.

“KÖNIG!” you screamed as your high crashed over you. His eyes never left you, enraptured by the way you writhed beneath him, your walls contracting around him while your nails raked down his back.

“F-Fuck, (Y/N)!” he groaned as his body began to grow stiff. Your mountain of a man suddenly slammed his cock into you one last time. A primal growl escaped his lips while his member twitched inside of you. Both of you moaned as he filled you with rope after rope of his thick, warm cum. You drank up the feeling of fullness, blushing furiously when you gazed down to see where your wet sexes joined. König panted above you before he dove into your lips.

“Schatz…are you alright? I’m so sorry. I was too rough, wasn’t I?” König panicked as he looked you over for any signs of pain. You laughed and pecked his lips.

“No, God no-that was amazing,” you exhaled. He smiled sheepishly as he captured your lips with his own. You whimpered when he slipped his cock out of you, his cum dribbling down your thighs and onto the crisp sheets below.

“Did so well for me,” he praised between breaths. He laid down on his side, his arms pulling you to his wide chest. “My Katzchen,” he murmured into your tousled hair. You snuggled against him, his body radiating warmth like no other. Your eyelids felt heavy as you listened to his heartbeat steady.

You were his, and he was yours.

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