#he'll tease you back liebling... don't get too confident ;3

[konigsblog]

Farmhand!König creeping over farmer's daughter!reader.. 🌾

; König can't help himself from the farmer's daughter.

CW: smut, afab!f!reader. MDNI 18+

König's job is to help your father around on the farm. He takes care of the crops and harvests all the berries and vegetables from the soil while you skip around in a little, skimpy dress that's far too short for a breezy, sunny day. He can see that you're wearing nothing beneath, his breathing becoming laborious and heavy, his eyes widening at the seductive sight.

You know exactly what you're doing. You're purposely riling him up, dancing around and complimenting his skills while he milks the cows. His eyes wander all over your perfect body, distracted by your soft curves and gorgeous ass to pay attention to your sweet voice. König has been warned by your father, threatened and intimidated, not to touch you or get too close.

“You know exactly what you're doing, little one.”

Although, you don't care about your fathers protectiveness. You bend over teasingly, allowing König to admire your ass before he can no longer help himself. He grips you by your throat and pins you against a wall, pushing a thigh in between your soft thighs for you to grind against. You breathe heavily, taking in König's thick, musky scent. The stimulation against your sensitive clit is heavenly, and now, you're the being played with.

König lifts up your skimpy dress and begins to curl his fingers inside your velvety, tight walls. You whimper into his lips and moan out breathlessly, arching your back and biting your bottom lip in an attempt to stifle your needy whines.

“Fuckin’ tease. Stop squirming, Mäuschen... You were asking for this.” König breathes out. His voice is guttural, full of desire as he pumps another digit into your slick wetness. Your folds are coated in a glimmer of your arousal, dripping from your sweet pussy and running down your thighs as König hits that sweet spot over and over again. “Good girl, be quiet, now. You don't want your father to hear, do you?” König's teasing leaves you on edge, desperate for your release.

You can't control yourself as you begin to clamp down around his fingers uncontrollably, your walls pulsing around his calloused, thick fingers while you attempt to hide the desperation and depravity in your whines. König smashes his lips against yours while rubbing his bulge against you, your arousal coating his fingers, running down his palm as you finally release. “That’s it, there we go. So eager, aren't you?”

König will bend you over the nearest fence and will fuck you relentlessly before your father comes to check up on him. God, you really are a distraction, Maus.