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i’m becoming obsessed with könig from cod… i’ve never played the game… any good recs (on here or ao3) would be appreciated
König and his kitty
pairing: König x gn!reader
Konig slow blinks at his kitty, his heart swelling seeing the fluffy thing slow blink back at him.
"Look at that. She said she loves me back." Konig let out a slow laugh, his thick hand curling behind his kitty's ear and scratching at her fur. She purred at the contact, keening at his touch.
"I never took you as a cat person." You hummed, sitting comfortably on the couch with your legs on Konig's lap and cheek pressed against the cushion. Your eyes crinkled as you saw how tenderly Konig held his kitty, so small in his arms, but the little kitty didn't care.
"She reminds me of you." He muttered, his voice soft as he continued scratching at his kitty's ears.
"Yeah? Because I'm cute?" You teased him, beaming when you saw a faint smile on Konig's face.
"Yeah, you're the cutest." He hummed, his gaze glancing down to meet yours, "You're so cute I don't know what to do with myself half the time."
Your cheeks felt warm from his words, mouth open to reply, but nothing came out of your mouth — just in awe that Konig would say something so affectionate and vulnerable.
"Did I leave you at a loss for words?" He chuckled, his gaze softening seeing how flustered you were.
You could only huff out a reply, a pout forming on your lips as you shuffled closer to him and lean your head against his broad shoulder.
"Since when were you such a romantic with your words?" You whispered, your hands shifting down to gently paw at his kitty. She purred happily, meowing in bliss having two people coo at her.
“Since I met you.”
「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」
Author's Note: I hc that Konig has a siamese just because my bsf that is a huge konig fan has a siamese cat lol!
König and his kitty
pairing: König x gn!reader
Konig slow blinks at his kitty, his heart swelling seeing the fluffy thing slow blink back at him.
"Look at that. She said she loves me back." Konig let out a slow laugh, his thick hand curling behind his kitty's ear and scratching at her fur. She purred at the contact, keening at his touch.
"I never took you as a cat person." You hummed, sitting comfortably on the couch with your legs on Konig's lap and cheek pressed against the cushion. Your eyes crinkled as you saw how tenderly Konig held his kitty, so small in his arms, but the little kitty didn't care.
"She reminds me of you." He muttered, his voice soft as he continued scratching at his kitty's ears.
"Yeah? Because I'm cute?" You teased him, beaming when you saw a faint smile on Konig's face.
"Yeah, you're the cutest." He hummed, his gaze glancing down to meet yours, "You're so cute I don't know what to do with myself half the time."
Your cheeks felt warm from his words, mouth open to reply, but nothing came out of your mouth — just in awe that Konig would say something so affectionate and vulnerable.
"Did I leave you at a loss for words?" He chuckled, his gaze softening seeing how flustered you were.
You could only huff out a reply, a pout forming on your lips as you shuffled closer to him and lean your head against his broad shoulder.
"Since when were you such a romantic with your words?" You whispered, your hands shifting down to gently paw at his kitty. She purred happily, meowing in bliss having two people coo at her.
“Since I met you.”
「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」
Author's Note: I hc that Konig has a siamese just because my bsf that is a huge konig fan has a siamese cat lol!
Happy new years! I had the idea of reader doing the tradition of eating 12 grapes on new year day and miraculously meeting their dream man a week later (König)
pairing: König x gn!Reader
cw: robbery, police tw: knives (nothing done by König)
Despite the hurdles, challenges, and unfortunate breakups the past year had brought upon you — you still made it. You made it to the end of the year and now you're with your friends, all of you laughing and giggling while holding bowls of grapes under their rickety old dining table.
"This year I'm finding the man of my dreams. Tall, Kind—"
"The countdown is starting!" One of your friends suddenly interrupted, everyone looking at the TV screen as the countdown ensued.
All your voices muddled together as you counted along with the crowd shown on TV, smiling and shouting in enthusiasm when the clock ticked midnight and it was officially the new year.
Everyone hurriedly ate their 12 grapes, forced gurgles and swallows filling the room with uncomfortably gross sounds.
Thankfully you finished them all under a minute, gulping one last time before sighing in relief.
You crawled out from under the table, grabbing a glass of water to down after shoveling grapes down your throat.
Your heart thrummed at the idea of meeting your dream man soon, hoping that the 12 grapes would work in your favor.
They definitely did — just a lot quicker than you expected.
Unexpected as well.
A week later your workplace was getting robbed by some amateur, their hands shaking as they fumbled with a knife and were yelling out demands for all the money in the cash register.
You would think the scene was pathetic if you weren't at the other end of the knife. You tried your best to remain calm, assuring the robber you wouldn't call the cops as your hands meticulously bagged the money away, only for a man — a really big man — suddenly grab the guy and shove him onto the ground.
Honestly you weren't paying attention to the guy crying in pain or the sound of knuckles against skin from the punches the guy was swinging at the robber, your head foggy as you were actively dissociating from the chaotic scene.
"Miss," A gruff voice spoke to you, an Austrian accent present as he held the bloodied and bruised man by the scruff of his neck.
"Ah— sorry, let me call the police and- and thank you!" You stuttered out, your hands jittery as you fumbled out your phone and called the cops.
You sighed as you saw the robber get dragged away, your manager talking with the cops, and strangely the man lingering next to you.
"Are you okay?" He asked, his posture slightly hunched to meet your dazed gaze.
"Yeah, just— kinda still in shock," You mutter under your breath, a shaky exhale leaving your lips, a breath you weren't even aware you were holding the entire time.
"Do you like coffee?" The man questioned, his gaze firm and steady on your trembling figure.
You raise your head, eyebrows knitted together from the sudden question as you looked at the man's face first for the time.
He was wearing a black surgical mask and had a black hoodie to further hide his face, but you saw his serene blue eyes — heavy yet gentle as they gazed back down with you.
"Why are you asking?" The question finally leaves your lips after a beat of silence, your cheeks growing warm at how he kept looking at you with such fondness. It was so strange how he looked at you — so loving and patient even though he had just tussled with an armed man.
"I know a place not far from here. Let me take you,"
You nodded before your brain even registered what you agreed to, but you didn't mind. He saved you from a robber, getting coffee with the buff man seems reasonable as a sort of repayment.
It was barely even February when by some miracle you two began a relationship and he was exactly everything you wished for in a man. Exactly what you wished for on new years when you were munching on grapes under a wooden table with all your friends and fireworks erupting outside.
「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」
Counting the freckles on König's face as you two lay on the couch after an exhausting day
pairing: könig x gn!reader
König's face was a privilege only a select few people have ever seen in his life — barely enough people to count on one hand.
Even amongst those select few, they didn’t see his face on a daily occasion. He keeps his identity locked behind his sniper hood, leaving only his heavy gaze as a small window to his soul; everyone except his schatz.
during the long deployments where he was left with only a polarid of you tucked away in a pocket next to his heart he'd stare at it every night, his heart tugging wondering if you were safe — if he'll make it back to feel your touch on his scarred body.
When he returns he immediately tugs off all his clothes, haggard hands tugging at your own so he could feel you as close as possible; to feel you intimately without the restriction of cloth or anything else, just limbs tangled together in a loving embrace.
You lay on top of König, his large physique dwarfing you in comparison as your hands interlocked with his and lips lazily brushing against each others lips as you laid comfortably under the fluffy blanket.
His mask was tossed into a random cupboard, clothes strewn off into a corner of the room and his eyes half lidded as he looked at your gorgeous figure under the mellow sunlight. Seeing you bask like an angel under the warm light of the evening.
You broke away from the tender kiss, eyes glancing across his chiseled cheeks and noting the faint freckles on his face.
"You have freckles." You spoke softly, not wanting to break the silent peace in the room.
"Ja, they're more visible in the summer." Konig replies back, his cheeks tinting red seeing the star-struck look on your face — like the simple dots on his face had carved their way into your heart.
"They're pretty." You'd hum, your lips gently grazing against his cheek and pressing a soft kiss against each one. König let you pepper kisses all over his face, letting himself be a canvas for your kisses as he floated away somewhere soft and away from the war-torn and violent world he was brought up in.
「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」
König is addicted to kissing your cervix
cw: könig x afab!reader, p in v, oral (reader receives), aftercare
König is massive — no shocker: 6'10, built like a mountain, burly arms, meaty thighs, thick cock.
It made sense that he'd fill you up easily, albeit with a lot of struggle. It'd be a long and tedious process to make sure your cunt was stretched enough that it wouldn't tear from his sheer size.
His flat tongue lapping at your folds; deep growls making your clit throb and the sheets soak under you as your slick dripped down the curves of your ass. God — just from eating you out he makes you cum so hard to the point your knuckles would turn white from gripping the sheets and your vision blurred with hot white stars.
Your chest would be heaving — breaths short and erratic as König groaned against your slicked cunt.
"Relax, Schatz."
König's raspy voice made shivers crawl down your spine, whimpers spilling out your lips as he pulled away and his thick hands grabbed at the flush meat of your hips.
A gasp choked out your mouth when his broad hips forced your legs further apart, eyes rolling to the back of your head feeling his throbbing tip rub against your sensitive entrance, fluttering around nothing but the teasing roll of his hips.
"So needy, ja? Tell me how desperate you are for my cock, mein liebchen."
"Please... Please König—"
Your nails dug red crescents into könig's muscular shoulders, shuddering as he slid inside, feeling every inch of him fill you up and split you open. You groaned as his hips pressed flush against your ass, a deep growl forming from König's chest as he babbled slurred praises in broken german about how tight and warm you were.
The bed would creak from his sheer speed, a mix of groans and whines coming from the both of you as his cock kept slamming into your gummy cervix — your belly protruding from each thrust as you cried from the mix of pleasure and pain.
"Köni— König! Ah—"
Tears flowed down your face as a sheen of sweat covered your body, lips parted and drool leaking as lewd smacks and moans filled the air.
Each time his tip would kiss your cervix your hips would buck up, eyes squeezing shut for just a moment before König would growl at you to open your eyes.
"Don't shut your eyes mein schatz. Look at me — Look. At. Me."
He would say each word between a powerful thrust, one hand gripping your cheeks and forcing you to look directly at his hungry and desperate gaze.
His thrusts would grow sloppy and more desperate as he neared his climax, your knees bent next to your head as he grunted between each ruthless slam of his aching cock into your sopping wet cunt.
"Scheiße— Scheiße, du bist so gut... Ugh— so good liebchen."
Your thighs trembled, body growing sore and a swelling ache forming in your abondmen from the amount of times he's slammed his massive cock against your poor cervix. But you couldn't care about the bubbling pain at that moment — your mind to fried and hazy with the thought of his cock to care about the tingling pain growing in your belly.
After he slammed his hips one last time, pumping hot white ropes into your cunt and groaning seeing some of his seed spill out your twitching folds he'd gently pull out — voice soft and gentle as he peppered you in kisses.
He'd bring a damp cloth and wash you up properly all while whispering how good you did, his warm lips making your skin shiver as his other hand rubbed at your sensitive tummy that endured his merciless pounding.
"Feeling okay, schatz?"
"Yea... but you have to stop kissing my cervix so much." You'd whine softly, earning a chuckle from König as he kissed you.
"I'll try, mein liebchen."
(spoiler: he doesn't)
thank you to my equally insane bestie for beta reading this also 🤭
just found out I'm on my period so I wrote about our favorite austrian coming to your beck and call during shark week
cw: könig x afab!reader
König would unironically be those "just found out women get periods" men but it's expected. He doesn't have any sisters, his mother didn't teach him either because why would she? And the military definitely didn't teach him about the female anatomy.
So the first time when he saw you curled up under your comforter, whimpering softly and clutching your stomach he genuinely thought you were dying.
"Mein schatz what's wrong!?" Konig would ask in a panicked voice and quickly step to your side, kneeling at the edge of the bed and his rough hand cupping your cheek.
"Just my period konig..." You groggily mumble out, almost not catching how his expression changed from worry to confusion.
"Period?"
"Yea I—... you don't know what periods are you, do you?" A chuckle escapes your lips when you see konig's fallen face and his almost shameful nod to your question.
After you explained it to him you couldn't help but giggle seeing how mad he looked.
"I can't believe women have to go through that."
"Once a month for the rest of our life."
"Scheiße- I'm so sorry mein liebchen..." Konig would whisper softly, his voice smooth and gentle as his calloused hand would rub against the apple of your cheek.
From that day forward he'd always have a care package ready for you with chocolates, ice cream, pads, tampons — whatever his schatz needed. Not only that but he gladly became your heat pack for you, letting you lay under him and whine to put his full weight onto you (as much as he loved you he never did because have you seen him? he's huge. he'd crush a little thing like you!)
His large hand would run down your back and soothe you as you groaned and hiccuped about cramps, his burly arms warming you up and whispering sweet assurances into your ear. He was already a sweetheart but he would be such a gentlemen during your period.
trying to get out of bed? he'll carry you bridal style to wherever you want to go. ordering food? don't worry your pretty little head he's already ordered your favorite takeout. your mood swings making you feel irritable? hit him as many times as you want to feel better schatz, it's not like he can actually get hurt anyway.
he'd be the most understanding and doting lover during your period, ready to kneel and worship you like the goddess you were to him.
「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」
König is addicted to kissing your cervix
cw: könig x afab!reader, p in v, oral (reader receives), aftercare
König is massive — no shocker: 6'10, built like a mountain, burly arms, meaty thighs, thick cock.
It made sense that he'd fill you up easily, albeit with a lot of struggle. It'd be a long and tedious process to make sure your cunt was stretched enough that it wouldn't tear from his sheer size.
His flat tongue lapping at your folds; deep growls making your clit throb and the sheets soak under you as your slick dripped down the curves of your ass. God — just from eating you out he makes you cum so hard to the point your knuckles would turn white from gripping the sheets and your vision blurred with hot white stars.
Your chest would be heaving — breaths short and erratic as König groaned against your slicked cunt.
"Relax, Schatz."
König's raspy voice made shivers crawl down your spine, whimpers spilling out your lips as he pulled away and his thick hands grabbed at the flush meat of your hips.
A gasp choked out your mouth when his broad hips forced your legs further apart, eyes rolling to the back of your head feeling his throbbing tip rub against your sensitive entrance, fluttering around nothing but the teasing roll of his hips.
"So needy, ja? Tell me how desperate you are for my cock, mein liebchen."
"Please... Please König—"
Your nails dug red crescents into könig's muscular shoulders, shuddering as he slid inside, feeling every inch of him fill you up and split you open. You groaned as his hips pressed flush against your ass, a deep growl forming from König's chest as he babbled slurred praises in broken german about how tight and warm you were.
The bed would creak from his sheer speed, a mix of groans and whines coming from the both of you as his cock kept slamming into your gummy cervix — your belly protruding from each thrust as you cried from the mix of pleasure and pain.
"Köni— König! Ah—"
Tears flowed down your face as a sheen of sweat covered your body, lips parted and drool leaking as lewd smacks and moans filled the air.
Each time his tip would kiss your cervix your hips would buck up, eyes squeezing shut for just a moment before König would growl at you to open your eyes.
"Don't shut your eyes mein schatz. Look at me — Look. At. Me."
He would say each word between a powerful thrust, one hand gripping your cheeks and forcing you to look directly at his hungry and desperate gaze.
His thrusts would grow sloppy and more desperate as he neared his climax, your knees bent next to your head as he grunted between each ruthless slam of his aching cock into your sopping wet cunt.
"Scheiße— Scheiße, du bist so gut... Ugh— so good liebchen."
Your thighs trembled, body growing sore and a swelling ache forming in your abondmen from the amount of times he's slammed his massive cock against your poor cervix. But you couldn't care about the bubbling pain at that moment — your mind to fried and hazy with the thought of his cock to care about the tingling pain growing in your belly.
After he slammed his hips one last time, pumping hot white ropes into your cunt and groaning seeing some of his seed spill out your twitching folds he'd gently pull out — voice soft and gentle as he peppered you in kisses.
He'd bring a damp cloth and wash you up properly all while whispering how good you did, his warm lips making your skin shiver as his other hand rubbed at your sensitive tummy that endured his merciless pounding.
"Feeling okay, schatz?"
"Yea... but you have to stop kissing my cervix so much." You'd whine softly, earning a chuckle from König as he kissed you.
"I'll try, mein liebchen."
(spoiler: he doesn't)
thank you to my equally insane bestie for beta reading this also 🤭
könig would never in a million years speak up in a public environment, but when he sees his poor schatz's sullen face after getting handed the wrong item — social anxiety suddenly never existed to him.
cw: könig x gn!reader
You and König both bonded over the fact you hated unnecessary interactions with other people. You were practically carbon copies of each other; preferring to keep conversations at a minimum and then hurriedly walk back to your office (König's office) and recharge after any social interaction. Doesn't matter if it was a simple "how was your day" coffee talk — you'd whine and fumble into König's lap after to recharge in his warm, bearish hug.
König found it adorable how you used him like a charger, feeling safe in his grasp knowing your feelings were understood and validated. He knew what it was like — his social anxiety stunted him in the conversational skill department as well so he was acutely aware how draining and nerve-wracking the simplest of conversations could be.
On the rare occasions you two have a date night that isn't binge watching shows, you both pick quiet and intimate locations — like tonight you two decided on a fine dining restaurant. Yea it'll be expensive, but better than a concert where you're surrounded by strangers, right?
It was enjoyable for the most part; the atmosphere was romantic and the restaurant was elegantly designed. Only problem — they gave you the wrong dish.
Your face dropped, scrunching in dissatisfaction at the meal in front of you that you definitely did not order; and your grimaced expression did not go unnoticed by König.
It broke his heart seeing his liebchen's sullen expression. He knew you wouldn't call over the waiter to tell them the mistake, so for probably the first time in nearly his 4 decades of existence he called over the waiter.
"This is the wrong order." König nearly growled out, his voice stern and monotone as the waiter quickly spewed out apologies and whisked the plate off the table.
You stared at König, wide-eyed that he did that knowing how uncomfortable it must have made him feel.
"König—"
"Don't worry about it mein Schatz, I'm fine. You know I'd do anything for you, ja?" He gave you that sweet and adoring smile, and you swear you could feel your heart melting and falling in love with him all over again.
「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」
just found out I'm on my period so I wrote about our favorite austrian coming to your beck and call during shark week
cw: könig x afab!reader
König would unironically be those "just found out women get periods" men but it's expected. He doesn't have any sisters, his mother didn't teach him either because why would she? And the military definitely didn't teach him about the female anatomy.
So the first time when he saw you curled up under your comforter, whimpering softly and clutching your stomach he genuinely thought you were dying.
"Mein schatz what's wrong!?" Konig would ask in a panicked voice and quickly step to your side, kneeling at the edge of the bed and his rough hand cupping your cheek.
"Just my period konig..." You groggily mumble out, almost not catching how his expression changed from worry to confusion.
"Period?"
"Yea I—... you don't know what periods are you, do you?" A chuckle escapes your lips when you see konig's fallen face and his almost shameful nod to your question.
After you explained it to him you couldn't help but giggle seeing how mad he looked.
"I can't believe women have to go through that."
"Once a month for the rest of our life."
"Scheiße- I'm so sorry mein liebchen..." Konig would whisper softly, his voice smooth and gentle as his calloused hand would rub against the apple of your cheek.
From that day forward he'd always have a care package ready for you with chocolates, ice cream, pads, tampons — whatever his schatz needed. Not only that but he gladly became your heat pack for you, letting you lay under him and whine to put his full weight onto you (as much as he loved you he never did because have you seen him? he's huge. he'd crush a little thing like you!)
His large hand would run down your back and soothe you as you groaned and hiccuped about cramps, his burly arms warming you up and whispering sweet assurances into your ear. He was already a sweetheart but he would be such a gentlemen during your period.
trying to get out of bed? he'll carry you bridal style to wherever you want to go. ordering food? don't worry your pretty little head he's already ordered your favorite takeout. your mood swings making you feel irritable? hit him as many times as you want to feel better schatz, it's not like he can actually get hurt anyway.
he'd be the most understanding and doting lover during your period, ready to kneel and worship you like the goddess you were to him.
「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」
König is addicted to kissing your cervix
cw: könig x afab!reader, p in v, oral (reader receives), aftercare
König is massive — no shocker: 6'10, built like a mountain, burly arms, meaty thighs, thick cock.
It made sense that he'd fill you up easily, albeit with a lot of struggle. It'd be a long and tedious process to make sure your cunt was stretched enough that it wouldn't tear from his sheer size.
His flat tongue lapping at your folds; deep growls making your clit throb and the sheets soak under you as your slick dripped down the curves of your ass. God — just from eating you out he makes you cum so hard to the point your knuckles would turn white from gripping the sheets and your vision blurred with hot white stars.
Your chest would be heaving — breaths short and erratic as König groaned against your slicked cunt.
"Relax, Schatz."
König's raspy voice made shivers crawl down your spine, whimpers spilling out your lips as he pulled away and his thick hands grabbed at the flush meat of your hips.
A gasp choked out your mouth when his broad hips forced your legs further apart, eyes rolling to the back of your head feeling his throbbing tip rub against your sensitive entrance, fluttering around nothing but the teasing roll of his hips.
"So needy, ja? Tell me how desperate you are for my cock, mein liebchen."
"Please... Please König—"
Your nails dug red crescents into könig's muscular shoulders, shuddering as he slid inside, feeling every inch of him fill you up and split you open. You groaned as his hips pressed flush against your ass, a deep growl forming from König's chest as he babbled slurred praises in broken german about how tight and warm you were.
The bed would creak from his sheer speed, a mix of groans and whines coming from the both of you as his cock kept slamming into your gummy cervix — your belly protruding from each thrust as you cried from the mix of pleasure and pain.
"Köni— König! Ah—"
Tears flowed down your face as a sheen of sweat covered your body, lips parted and drool leaking as lewd smacks and moans filled the air.
Each time his tip would kiss your cervix your hips would buck up, eyes squeezing shut for just a moment before König would growl at you to open your eyes.
"Don't shut your eyes mein schatz. Look at me — Look. At. Me."
He would say each word between a powerful thrust, one hand gripping your cheeks and forcing you to look directly at his hungry and desperate gaze.
His thrusts would grow sloppy and more desperate as he neared his climax, your knees bent next to your head as he grunted between each ruthless slam of his aching cock into your sopping wet cunt.
"Scheiße— Scheiße, du bist so gut... Ugh— so good liebchen."
Your thighs trembled, body growing sore and a swelling ache forming in your abondmen from the amount of times he's slammed his massive cock against your poor cervix. But you couldn't care about the bubbling pain at that moment — your mind to fried and hazy with the thought of his cock to care about the tingling pain growing in your belly.
After he slammed his hips one last time, pumping hot white ropes into your cunt and groaning seeing some of his seed spill out your twitching folds he'd gently pull out — voice soft and gentle as he peppered you in kisses.
He'd bring a damp cloth and wash you up properly all while whispering how good you did, his warm lips making your skin shiver as his other hand rubbed at your sensitive tummy that endured his merciless pounding.
"Feeling okay, schatz?"
"Yea... but you have to stop kissing my cervix so much." You'd whine softly, earning a chuckle from König as he kissed you.
"I'll try, mein liebchen."
(spoiler: he doesn't)
thank you to my equally insane bestie for beta reading this also 🤭
König is addicted to kissing your cervix
pairing: könig x afab!reader cw: p in v, unprotected s (wrap it before you tap it!), oral (reader receives), aftercare, google translated German
König is massive — no shocker: 6'10, built like a mountain, burly arms, meaty thighs, thick cock.
It made sense that he'd fill you up easily, albeit with a lot of struggle. It'd be a long and tedious process to make sure your cunt was stretched enough that it wouldn't tear from his sheer size.
His flat tongue lapping at your folds; deep growls making your clit throb and the sheets soak under you as your slick dripped down the curves of your ass. God — just from eating you out he makes you cum so hard to the point your knuckles would turn white from gripping the sheets and your vision blurred with hot white stars.
Your chest heaving — breaths short and erratic as König groaned against your slicked cunt.
"Relax, Schatz."
König's raspy voice made shivers crawl down your spine, whimpers spilling out your lips as he pulled away and his thick hands grabbed at the flush meat of your hips.
A gasp choked out your mouth when his broad hips forced your legs further apart, eyes rolling to the back of your head feeling his throbbing tip rub against your sensitive entrance, fluttering around nothing but the teasing roll of his hips.
"So needy, ja? Tell me how desperate you are for my cock, mein liebchen."
"Please... Please König—"
Your nails dug red crescents into könig's muscular shoulders, shuddering as he slid inside, feeling every inch of him fill you up and split you open. You groaned as his hips pressed flush against your ass, a deep growl forming from König's chest as he babbled slurred praises in broken german about how tight and warm you were.
The bed would creak from his sheer speed, a mix of groans and whines coming from the both of you as his cock kept slamming into your gummy cervix — your belly protruding from each thrust as you cried from the mix of pleasure and pain.
"Köni— König! Ah—"
Tears flowed down your face as a sheen of sweat covered your body, lips parted and drool leaking as lewd smacks and moans filled the air.
Each time his tip would kiss your cervix your hips would buck up, eyes squeezing shut for just a moment before König would growl at you to open your eyes.
"Don't shut your eyes mein schatz. Look at me — Look. At. Me."
He would say each word between a powerful thrust, one hand gripping your cheeks and forcing you to look directly at his hungry and desperate gaze.
His thrusts would grow sloppy and more desperate as he neared his climax, your knees bent next to your head as he grunted between each ruthless slam of his aching cock into your sopping wet cunt.
"Scheiße— Scheiße, du bist so gut... Ugh— so good liebchen."
Your thighs trembled, body growing sore and a swelling ache forming in your abdomen from the amount of times he's slammed his massive cock against your poor cervix. But you couldn't care about the bubbling pain at that moment — your mind to fried and hazy with the thought of his cock to care about the tingling pain growing in your belly.
After he slammed his hips one last time, pumping hot white ropes into your cunt and groaning seeing some of his seed spill out your twitching folds he'd gently pull out — voice soft and gentle as he peppered you in kisses.
He'd bring a damp cloth and wash you up properly all while whispering how good you did, his warm lips making your skin shiver as his other hand rubbed at your sensitive tummy that endured his merciless pounding.
"Feeling okay, schatz?"
"Yeah... but you have to stop kissing my cervix so much." You'd whine softly, earning a chuckle from König as he kissed you.
"I'll try, mein liebchen."
(spoiler: he doesn't)
「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」
Authors Note: thank you to my equally insane bestie for beta reading this also 🤭
just found out I'm on my period so I wrote about our favorite austrian coming to your beck and call during shark week
cw: könig x afab!reader
König would unironically be those "just found out women get periods" men but it's expected. He doesn't have any sisters, his mother didn't teach him either because why would she? And the military definitely didn't teach him about the female anatomy.
So the first time when he saw you curled up under your comforter, whimpering softly and clutching your stomach he genuinely thought you were dying.
"Mein schatz what's wrong!?" Konig would ask in a panicked voice and quickly step to your side, kneeling at the edge of the bed and his rough hand cupping your cheek.
"Just my period konig..." You groggily mumble out, almost not catching how his expression changed from worry to confusion.
"Period?"
"Yea I—... you don't know what periods are you, do you?" A chuckle escapes your lips when you see konig's fallen face and his almost shameful nod to your question.
After you explained it to him you couldn't help but giggle seeing how mad he looked.
"I can't believe women have to go through that."
"Once a month for the rest of our life."
"Scheiße- I'm so sorry mein liebchen..." Konig would whisper softly, his voice smooth and gentle as his calloused hand would rub against the apple of your cheek.
From that day forward he'd always have a care package ready for you with chocolates, ice cream, pads, tampons — whatever his schatz needed. Not only that but he gladly became your heat pack for you, letting you lay under him and whine to put his full weight onto you (as much as he loved you he never did because have you seen him? he's huge. he'd crush a little thing like you!)
His large hand would run down your back and soothe you as you groaned and hiccuped about cramps, his burly arms warming you up and whispering sweet assurances into your ear. He was already a sweetheart but he would be such a gentlemen during your period.
trying to get out of bed? he'll carry you bridal style to wherever you want to go. ordering food? don't worry your pretty little head he's already ordered your favorite takeout. your mood swings making you feel irritable? hit him as many times as you want to feel better schatz, it's not like he can actually get hurt anyway.
he'd be the most understanding and doting lover during your period, ready to kneel and worship you like the goddess you were to him.
「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」
könig would never in a million years speak up in a public environment, but when he sees his poor schatz's sullen face after getting handed the wrong item — social anxiety suddenly never existed to him.
cw: könig x gn!reader
You and König both bonded over the fact you hated unnecessary interactions with other people. You were practically carbon copies of each other; preferring to keep conversations at a minimum and then hurriedly walk back to your office (König's office) and recharge after any social interaction. Doesn't matter if it was a simple "how was your day" coffee talk — you'd whine and fumble into König's lap after to recharge in his warm, bearish hug.
König found it adorable how you used him like a charger, feeling safe in his grasp knowing your feelings were understood and validated. He knew what it was like — his social anxiety stunted him in the conversational skill department as well so he was acutely aware how draining and nerve-wracking the simplest of conversations could be.
On the rare occasions you two have a date night that isn't binge watching shows, you both pick quiet and intimate locations — like tonight you two decided on a fine dining restaurant. Yea it'll be expensive, but better than a concert where you're surrounded by strangers, right?
It was enjoyable for the most part; the atmosphere was romantic and the restaurant was elegantly designed. Only problem — they gave you the wrong dish.
Your face dropped, scrunching in dissatisfaction at the meal in front of you that you definitely did not order; and your grimaced expression did not go unnoticed by König.
It broke his heart seeing his liebchen's sullen expression. He knew you wouldn't call over the waiter to tell them the mistake, so for probably the first time in nearly his 4 decades of existence he called over the waiter.
"This is the wrong order." König nearly growled out, his voice stern and monotone as the waiter quickly spewed out apologies and whisked the plate off the table.
You stared at König, wide-eyed that he did that knowing how uncomfortable it must have made him feel.
"König—"
"Don't worry about it mein Schatz, I'm fine. You know I'd do anything for you, ja?" He gave you that sweet and adoring smile, and you swear you could feel your heart melting and falling in love with him all over again.
「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」
könig would never in a million years speak up in a public environment, but when he sees his poor schatz's sullen face after getting handed the wrong item — social anxiety suddenly never existed to him.
cw: könig x gn!reader
You and König both bonded over the fact you hated unnecessary interactions with other people. You were practically carbon copies of each other; preferring to keep conversations at a minimum and then hurriedly walk back to your office (König's office) and recharge after any social interaction. Doesn't matter if it was a simple "how was your day" coffee talk — you'd whine and fumble into König's lap after to recharge in his warm, bearish hug.
König found it adorable how you used him like a charger, feeling safe in his grasp knowing your feelings were understood and validated. He knew what it was like — his social anxiety stunted him in the conversational skill department as well so he was acutely aware how draining and nerve-wracking the simplest of conversations could be.
On the rare occasions you two have a date night that isn't binge watching shows, you both pick quiet and intimate locations — like tonight you two decided on a fine dining restaurant. Yea it'll be expensive, but better than a concert where you're surrounded by strangers, right?
It was enjoyable for the most part; the atmosphere was romantic and the restaurant was elegantly designed. Only problem — they gave you the wrong dish.
Your face dropped, scrunching in dissatisfaction at the meal in front of you that you definitely did not order; and your grimaced expression did not go unnoticed by König.
It broke his heart seeing his liebchen's sullen expression. He knew you wouldn't call over the waiter to tell them the mistake, so for probably the first time in nearly his 4 decades of existence he called over the waiter.
"This is the wrong order." König nearly growled out, his voice stern and monotone as the waiter quickly spewed out apologies and whisked the plate off the table.
You stared at König, wide-eyed that he did that knowing how uncomfortable it must have made him feel.
"König—"
"Don't worry about it mein Schatz, I'm fine. You know I'd do anything for you, ja?" He gave you that sweet and adoring smile, and you swear you could feel your heart melting and falling in love with him all over again.
just found out I'm on my period so I wrote about our favorite austrian coming to your beck and call during shark week
cw: könig x afab!reader
König would unironically be those "just found out women get periods" men but it's expected. He doesn't have any sisters, his mother didn't teach him either because why would she? And the military definitely didn't teach him about the female anatomy.
So the first time when he saw you curled up under your comforter, whimpering softly and clutching your stomach he genuinely thought you were dying.
"Mein schatz what's wrong!?" Konig would ask in a panicked voice and quickly step to your side, kneeling at the edge of the bed and his rough hand cupping your cheek.
"Just my period konig..." You groggily mumble out, almost not catching how his expression changed from worry to confusion.
"Period?"
"Yea I—... you don't know what periods are you, do you?" A chuckle escapes your lips when you see konig's fallen face and his almost shameful nod to your question.
After you explained it to him you couldn't help but giggle seeing how mad he looked.
"I can't believe women have to go through that."
"Once a month for the rest of our life."
"Scheiße- I'm so sorry mein liebchen..." Konig would whisper softly, his voice smooth and gentle as his calloused hand would rub against the apple of your cheek.
From that day forward he'd always have a care package ready for you with chocolates, ice cream, pads, tampons — whatever his schatz needed. Not only that but he gladly became your heat pack for you, letting you lay under him and whine to put his full weight onto you (as much as he loved you he never did because have you seen him? he's huge. he'd crush a little thing like you!)
His large hand would run down your back and soothe you as you groaned and hiccuped about cramps, his burly arms warming you up and whispering sweet assurances into your ear. He was already a sweetheart but he would be such a gentlemen during your period.
trying to get out of bed? he'll carry you bridal style to wherever you want to go. ordering food? don't worry your pretty little head he's already ordered your favorite takeout. your mood swings making you feel irritable? hit him as many times as you want to feel better schatz, it's not like he can actually get hurt anyway.
he'd be the most understanding and doting lover during your period, ready to kneel and worship you like the goddess you were to him.
just found out I'm on my period so I wrote about our favorite austrian coming to your beck and call during shark week
pairing: könig x afab!reader cw: period discomforts
König would unironically be those "just found out women get periods" men but it's expected. He doesn't have any sisters, his mother didn't teach him either because why would she? And the military definitely didn't teach him about the female anatomy.
So the first time when he saw you curled up under your comforter, whimpering softly and clutching your stomach he genuinely thought you were dying.
"Mein schatz what's wrong!?" Konig would ask in a panicked voice and quickly step to your side, kneeling at the edge of the bed and his rough hand cupping your cheek.
"Just my period konig..." You groggily mumble out, almost not catching how his expression changed from worry to confusion.
"Period?"
"Yea I—... you don't know what periods are you, do you?" A chuckle escapes your lips when you see konig's fallen face and his almost shameful nod to your question.
After you explained it to him you couldn't help but giggle seeing how mad he looked.
"I can't believe women have to go through that."
"Once a month for the rest of our life."
"Scheiße- I'm so sorry mein liebchen..." Konig would whisper softly, his voice smooth and gentle as his calloused hand would rub against the apple of your cheek.
From that day forward he'd always have a care package ready for you with chocolates, ice cream, pads, tampons — whatever his schatz needed. Not only that but he gladly became your heat pack for you, letting you lay under him and whine to put his full weight onto you (as much as he loved you he never did because have you seen him? he's huge. he'd crush a little thing like you!)
His large hand would run down your back and soothe you as you groaned and hiccuped about cramps, his burly arms warming you up and whispering sweet assurances into your ear. He was already a sweetheart but he would be such a gentlemen during your period.
trying to get out of bed? he'll carry you bridal style to wherever you want to go. ordering food? don't worry your pretty little head he's already ordered your favorite takeout. your mood swings making you feel irritable? hit him as many times as you want to feel better schatz, it's not like he can actually get hurt anyway.
he'd be the most understanding and doting lover during your period, ready to kneel and worship you like the goddess you were to him.
「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」
könig would never in a million years speak up in a public environment, but when he sees his poor schatz's sullen face after getting handed the wrong item — social anxiety suddenly never existed to him.
pairing: könig x gn!reader cw: social anxiety
You and König both bonded over the fact you hated unnecessary interactions with other people. You were practically carbon copies of each other; preferring to keep conversations at a minimum and then hurriedly walk back to your office (König's office) and recharge after any social interaction. Doesn't matter if it was a simple "how was your day" coffee talk — you'd whine and fumble into König's lap after to recharge in his warm, bearish hug.
König found it adorable how you used him like a charger, feeling safe in his grasp knowing your feelings were understood and validated. He knew what it was like — his social anxiety stunted him in the conversational skill department as well so he was acutely aware how draining and nerve-wracking the simplest of conversations could be.
On the rare occasions you two have a date night that isn't binge watching shows, you both pick quiet and intimate locations — like tonight you two decided on a fine dining restaurant. Yea it'll be expensive, but better than a concert where you're surrounded by strangers, right?
It was enjoyable for the most part; the atmosphere was romantic and the restaurant was elegantly designed. Only problem — they gave you the wrong dish.
Your face dropped, scrunching in dissatisfaction at the meal in front of you that you definitely did not order; and your grimaced expression did not go unnoticed by König.
It broke his heart seeing his liebchen's sullen expression. He knew you wouldn't call over the waiter to tell them the mistake, so for probably the first time in nearly his 4 decades of existence he called over the waiter.
"This is the wrong order." König nearly growled out, his voice stern and monotone as the waiter quickly spewed out apologies and whisked the plate off the table.
You stared at König, wide-eyed that he did that knowing how uncomfortable it must have made him feel.
"König—"
"Don't worry about it mein Schatz, I'm fine. You know I'd do anything for you, ja?" He gave you that sweet and adoring smile, and you swear you could feel your heart melting and falling in love with him all over again.
「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」
Just a few people are needed for me to break under peer pressure, so here is part 2!
Part 1
This is my first time making a NSFW fanfic, if there are any content warnings I need to add please tell me!!!
NSFW / König x Reader / AFAB reader / 18+
After the initial shock of König surprising you for your birthday wore off, the two of you enjoyed a lovely dinner with some ordered-in sushi. Now, you’re huddled together on the couch he's sitting in the corner, legs spread, one arm draped over the backrest. You’ve nestled yourself into his side, tucked comfortably under his arm.
The movie you put on wasn’t all that interesting to you though König seemed into it. You stared up at his sniper hood, butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
You’d only seen him without his mask once and it hadn’t been a great experience. You were angry, accusing him of being unfair. He knew almost everything about you, yet you didn’t even know what his face looked like. You had ranted about how unsafe it felt, how dangerous it was for you, a woman, to be dating König, a man whose face was still unknown to you. But before you could go on, he pulled off his mask, silently. His eyes were closed, not squeezed shut in distress, just calm. You watched his chest rise and fall with shallow, rapid breaths. Then you fell silent. You studied his face: cropped blonde hair, soft stubble you had felt before, and a scar running from his bottom lip to his chin. The giant man trembled slightly. Guilt and shame washing over you. You stepped forward and gently took the hand still holding his hood. Then, slowly, you leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Sorry,” you murmured as you passed him. “You can put it back on.” And he did.
You’d never talked about that moment again, and thinking about it still made you cringe. So now, as you looked up at him, you imagined his face once more, feeling your cheeks flush. It was almost as if he could feel your gaze his eyes slowly drifted downward. “Something wrong?” He asked. You shook your head smiling softly. “I’m just… very grateful you’re here, and for the lovely surprise you gave me” you said softly. His eyes squinted hinting at a smile under the hood, but it slowly turned in a little sad frown “I had a present for you, but it’s still in my apartment” he confessed, you pulled yourself up “i can get it-” he continued. “No,” you interrupted him “are you crazy? Your apartment is an hour away. You’ve already done enough” you softly grabbed his hand his eyes squinted again. A smile.
“But maybe…” you mumbled, slowly moving your eyes down to look at your hand holding his “I might have another present in mind” you placed your free hand on his chest and slowly trailed it downward, slow enough that he could still stop you if he wanted to. The intemacy between you two had been incredible so far, only hands and mouths, and honestly, that had been more then enough, but König always seemed hesitant to go further, penetration still hadn’t happened. Not because he didn’t want to, he just didn’t want to hurt you. And after you’ve seen his length you understood. Still… you wanted all of him in all of you.
You could see the gears turning in his head, eyes slowly filling with desire. Your hand stopped at the edge of his cargo pants, you saw the size slowly creep up. A devious smile crept onto your face, eyes slowly trailed upward, locking with the Austrians man’s blue eyes. “Scheiße,” he said in a low chuckle “you’re dangerous” he huffed.
“Not interested?” You asked, raising your eyebrows with an exaggerated pout. “Nein… no…” he stammered. Even after having dated for a while, König was still a little shy. “It is your birthday afteral” he added. Your heart skipped a beat as you saw his eyes darkened, filling with desire, and something almost… dangerous. He leaned in, a shy giggle escaped your lips as he pulled his hood up just past his mouth, pressing his lips on yours. Your hands didn’t wait. Releasing his hand and using both of them to start loosening his belt- until he stopped you. Gently breaking the kiss. “It’s your special day,” he said, his tone almost commanding. “You are the priority.” The butterflies in your stomach went wild.
He closed the gap between you again, pressing his lips firmly on yours, pushing his tongue inside. Only stopping hastily for a quick breath before diving back into the kiss. His hand trailed under your shirt as you felt your nipples getting harder without much effort. One hand stopped on one of your breasts as the other curled over your back pulling you in. He took your nipple between his finger slowly rolling it between them. As you pulled away from the kiss a moan escaped your lips, feeling your panty becoming tacky.
As your lips met once again, you draped a leg over his, settling onto his thigh. Your fingers slipped beneath his mask, grazing the cropped hair, sending a shiver down König's spine. He was still busy with your breasts, teasing the nipples. You grew impatient slowly starting to hump his leg, any form of stimulation would do. König chuckled as he pulled away to look at your restless behaviour. “So impatient,” he muttered, “let’s get you more comfortable.”
He scooped you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Smirking, arms snug around his neck. Without a word, he carried you to the bedroom and set you down gently on the bed. His eyes lingering with unspoken affection.
His hands slid down, tugging gently at the waistband of your sweatpants. You pushed up your hips instinctively, helping him take them off. Your thumbs slowly went down the waistband of your panties, eager to take them off, but he stopped you. “Bitte, we are in no hurry, let me take the lead.” He said softly. You weren’t used to König’s patient approach, and the more impatient you were the more he enjoyed prolonging the foreplay. You nodded in response.
Slowly parting your legs he crawled upwards, raising the hood once more to hungrily kiss you again, bullying his tongue inside. His enlarged manhood pushing onto your wet cunt. Hands trailing over your body, your curves and crevasses. It was your weakness, how hungry König could act, as if he was poisoned and you where the antidote, a starving man eating like it’s the last meal he’ll ever have, a thirst only you could quench. Full adoration and insane need for you, that was truly the way to get you turned on, and tonight no exception. “I missed you” he said soft in between the shared breaths. “Me too” you responded, though it sounded more like a moan than actual words.
Your response sounded like music in his ears, his cock pushing against the zipper of his pants. He softly kissed your neck going down slowly, his hood trailing behind tickling you in the best way possible. He stopped at one of your breast softly sucking your nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt. A soft moan left your lips. He continued trailing downward slowly spreading your legs with his massive hands, his head now between your thighs as he began kissing them. Leaving a trail of soft bites and shallow hickeys on the inner parts of them. You wiggled inpatient making König chuckle. “You want more? Schatz” you nodded,— in response König had grabbed your chin making you look down at him. “Use your words” —fuck that was hot “yes… please” you whined.
He hummed pleased lowering himself to face your wet panties. He started kissing your cunt, softly, slowly, only fabric keeping his lips from your wet parts. It drove you crazy, panting and squirming underneath him. He rubbed his thumbs on the sides of your thighs as he took his time teasing the covered cunt. Then finally, like a prayer answered he pulled down at your panties making your raise your hips once more helping the giant hands guide your underwear to your knees, then your ankles and lastly the floor. Cold air hitting your slick entrance making you shiver in anticipation. “So wet, just for me” König murmured.
The kisses continued, a few licks in between. Only around your slit, the edge of his lips barely grazing you. You moaned and whined through the teasing, kisses and licks. “Words mein engel” he commanded. “More… König please… more” you said breathlessly, “anything for you” he responded. Using his hands to part your lips he continued kissing and licking your wet folds. Going from your entrance al the way to your clit in a slow motion holding his tongue flat. Soft airy moans left your throat, slowly losing yourself in the pleasure.
He stopped at your entrance, now slowly sticking his tongue inside as his nose pushed against your clitoris, now as he was slowly tongue fucking you, your body tensed up. König took his time tasting you, savouring the moment. Like a wild animal finally having a hold on his prey. One hand released your thigh and slowly took over his tongue, now his finger entering your tacky insides. Curling his finger he gave you no time to think as he already started to massage your g-spot . His large digit feeling your walls tense. Staggered breaths left your mouth and if that pleasure wasn’t enough he started sucking on your clit. Then using his tongue to gently massage it. Rhythmic pleasure rolling through your body.
“K-König..! I’m going…” you couldn’t even bring out a coherent sentence as the orgasm washed over you. Arching your back and squirming under the feeling of intense pleasure. His free hand moving upward placing itself on your stomach trying to keep you still, pushing you into the mattress.
His finger started to get covered by your orgasm. And it would be a lie if König hadn’t felt pleasure himself too. Feeling the pre cum stain his underwear. He slowly pulled out his finger and raised his head away from your begging cunt. He pushed his hand under his hood licking his finger. “You’re so sweet, so good, and it’s all for me” his eyes widened filling with desires.
“König,—” you said shivering still enjoying the feeling of the orgasm “You… I want you inside me König” you confessed. Something that has been on your mind, even in your dreams. A shiver send down your spine as Königs eyes started to get lustful and dangerous.
He stepped of the bed, standing at the end of it staring at you as you still squirmed. Feeling almost exposed and shy as the blue eyes pierced through the hood looking at you. He fumbled with his belt, loosening it. The pants falling down on the ground. He carefully lifted his shirt as he meticulously manoeuvred it around his hood not to disturb it too much. Eager to make him feel as good as you just did you crawled forward, almost a little drunk of your orgasm you started tugging at his underwear.
His body tensed at your hands that suddenly had appeared to remove his underwear he didn’t even have enough time to fully take his shirt off as you had pulled his underwear down enough to expose his length. His manhood jumped out eager. The tip glistening with pre cum. You wanted to make König feel as good as he made you feel. You parted your lips as you gave a soft sloppy kiss on the head of his throbbing cock. You opened your mouth and slowly took his length, bobbing your head sluggishly. And whenever you had retreaded to the tip, you gave a soft lick, pushing your tongue on the split it the front.
König had removed his shirt, hood still on. He sighed loud, content. “So eager… Scheiße” he slowly moved his hand to your head taking a fist full of hair. “So good” he moaned, his hand guiding you along his manhood. The moans made your cunt clench around nothing, eagerly taking in more. The grip on your head growing stronger as König started to push you further, making you gag, eyes filling up with tears. “Sorry… it’s just… so good” he moaned airy. Now you started picking up the pace, the Austrian man getting more flustered, feeling his ears burn.
“Hng… almost” he whined, you teasingly slowed down his hand pulling your hair in frustration. You managed to pull yourself off despite his harsh grip, licking your lips looking up at him. “Only sweet guys get to finish,” you taunted. “Hair pulling isn’t nice”
A displeased rumble left his lips “I’ll show you not nice” he sneered grabbing the collar of your shirt, pulling it over your head a little rougher then you’re used too, now exposing your upper body. You gasped, surprised and a little turned on. You crawled backwards on the bed a cheeky smile forming on your face. König pulled down his underwear and crawled after you. “Tell me if it’s too much” he reassured spreading your legs. He might be filled with lust and love but he would never hurt you deliberately, especially not in the bedroom a place where both of you are the most vulnerable. Excitement and nervousness filled your stomach, this was really going to happen.
He places himself on top, arms next to your head, now lining up his cock in front of your warm opening, he nudged it with his tip and slowly put it in making you gasp. Königs arms contracted, veins popping out of his pale skin. Slowly, inch by inch he pushed it in. The only thing leaving your mouth was soft gasps and moans.
“You take me so well” König whined “so good, for me… Fuck… Scheiße” he said strained trying to control himself. Your spongey walls clenching around his length, almost pulling him in further inside.
His size was not something you’ve had before, you struggled to place your arms somewhere, twitching around the man above you. Unable to take it anymore you softly bit into one of his arms. Nails digging into his back. This made König crazy with desire now softly pushing himself in and out of you forming a rhythm. You squeezed your thighs around him as your moans started to get louder and sound more desperate. With that König started to pick up the speed, harshly entering and exciting your puffy cunt. His mask brushing up against your chest.
“König…” you panted “I want you… to fill me up” you said whimpering. König’s eyes shot open, pupils dilated almost drunk of your pussy. Not saying a word he really picked up the pace now, thrusting in and out of you. Whimpering, growling, moaning only desire and instincts filling his head.
Your body squirmed underneath the massive man, and you had a feeling you were going to be sore the next day. But it didn’t matter, the only thing that mattered was this, here and now. Because his cock was so big it reached places that have never been stirred before, causing you to reach another high, a combination of pain and pleasure racing through your body. You practically screamed his name by the feelings that stormed through your body. Your walls hugging his cock.
König’s movements became more sporadic, pushing in as deep as he could, his mound flush against yours. His breath staggered and you felt his cock twitch inside you. Filling everything with his warm seed. He lowered his head nesteling it in your shoulder. He huffed exhausted giving soft kisses through the fabric of his hood.
He helped you get cleaned up, even going as far as guiding you to the bathroom, handling you like you where made of porcelain. After that the only thing you could do was lay in bed still in bliss of everything that happened. You closed your eyes softly dozing in and out of sleep. König in the bathroom getting himself cleaned off. He took his time, you couldn’t help but wonder why.
Finally he walked back into the bedroom crawling into bed kissing your forehead upon entering the covers. But something was different, you didn’t feel fabric. You fluttered your eyes open sleepy and high from the pleasure. That’s when you spotted him, no mask, cheeks flushed, having trouble keeping eye contact. You didn’t move, almost like you saw a wild animal and didn’t want to startle it. He looked anxious. You didn’t want to make this into a big deal, but you didn’t want to downplay it either. Your heart racing through your chest. A content sigh left your lips, also calming you down, then you smiled soft, kind and slowly placed a hand on his cheek. “So handsome” you swooned closing your eyes again nuzzling into his chest before dozing off. König’s stomach fluttered placing a soft kiss on your head before hugging you tightly now dozing off himself.
Thank you so much for reading!
Feel free to leave constructive criticism or point out any spelling mistakes I might’ve made!
What do you mean “obsessive behaviour” I just think he’s neat!
More König art because… why not?
Happy birthday to me! ✨
Wanted to dabble into short fan fiction stories so here is a short story about König missing your birthday… at least it seemed like it?
Also added a little sketch with it!
Part 2
SFW / Königxreader
You and König haven't been together long, yet the late-night conversations and other shared moments have made it feel as though you've known each other for years.
König was caring, shy, and a little socially awkward but you didn't mind at all. In fact, you found it cute most of the time.
Birthdays had become a topic of conversation between you and König. He confessed that he no longer celebrated his own; work had turned his special day into just another day at the office so to speak. You, however, shared that birthdays held great significance for you, not just your own, but also your mother's and, most importantly, his.
You had told him how your mom used to decorate the house while you were asleep. Waking you up the day of and unwrapping presents while still in your pyjamas. And even though you knew about the decorations you where always happy to see them once you stepped downstairs.
So when König found out he had to work the week of your birthday he was devastated, mumbling “sorry’s” and soft German apologies.
You reassured him that you understood, because this year your birthday was in the middle of the week and you’d have to go to work too. He however didn’t seem convinced. That night, locked in your arms, he fell asleep with a sadness hanging onto his heart. You couldn't help but feel somewhat guilty yourself, wondering if you should have told him just how much your birthday meant to you.
The goodbye before he left for that week was long, filled with kisses, cuddles and other loving acts of affection. He made a point to coddle you a desperate attempt to rid himself of the guilt.
The morning of your birthday was quiet, apart from the loud alarm clock waking you.
“Happy birthday”
You mumbled to yourself, while checking your phone, no message from König. Weird, but you understood he was at work, a real, hard and demanding job so he didn’t have time for silly little texts.
Stepping out in your apartment you wondered if you should decorate yourself, it wasn’t like you haven’t done it before but thinking about decorating when König felt so bad about missing your birthday, big puppy eyes almost tearing up, you couldn’t help but feel less festive today. You decided not to, wasn’t like you had time to do it anyways.
Your workday was just as it always was, mundane. You brought a cake to the office, received obligatory congratulations from coworkers, and, of course, your manager handed you the standard office gift: a gift card to a mediocre chain restaurant, barely enough for a meal. But none of that mattered. All you cared about was König and the fact that he hadn't texted you all day. Did he forget? Or was he truly that busy? You stared at your phone, watching your texts become increasingly desperate.
06:12 - Good morning! How did you sleep?
7:02 - Heading out to the office, miss you already!
At 12:34 you send a picture of the birthday cake you planned on handing out at the office. You hoped he would get the hint.
12:01 - Just got my gift from the manager, cheap gift card like always lol
You didn’t get anything in return, nothing, nada, zilch! You couldn’t help but slowly get annoyed. The only comfort was the fact he hadn’t read the text messages yet, so maybe he was really busy but still you wondered. You hadn’t crossed his mind once this day?
While you weren’t totally wrong with your assumption, about not having time to check his phone that is, because König couldn’t stop thinking about you, especially today. His heart hurt, stomach knotted and continuously mulling over the fact he wouldn’t be there for your birthday.
The mission König was assigned to had been a bust slow, uneventful, and very unproductive. KorTac's involvement amounted to little more than waiting around, hindered by an inability to reach an agreement. Despite the lack of action, König was ordered to remain on duty, stationed outside the barracks to monitor personnel entering and exiting. He was permitted to leave only when someone arrived to relieve him.
When that moment finally came, he nearly sprinted to his room. He had to send you something anything. But just as he turned the corner, the voices of two soldiers caught his attention.
“Did you hear? They might send some of us home if we have to wait around for any longer”
- “about time! They should just send all of us home while they’re at it”
“For now they are thinking about a hand full of soldiers”
König could hardly believe his luck it felt like a gift sent down from heaven. If he played his cards right, he could not only leave the barracks but also return home to you. Determined, he raced to his room, snatched his phone, and, typing somewhat clumsily, made his way toward his superior's office.
A buzz came from your phone, a message, from König!
12:56 - Happy Birthday liebling, sorry for bad response work is busy!
Your heart skipped a beat and butterflies appeared in your stomach, you loved when he gave you German pet names.
12:57 - No problem! 💕 can’t wait to see you!
König grinned reading the message you send back, seeing him would be way sooner then you expected.
He had to pull some strings, but he did it he managed to snag the rest of the day off. König was very private about his personal life, so when he told his supervisor he’d heard they might be sending some contractors or soldiers home, and urged them to let him go early for “personal reasons,” they didn’t question him. They didn’t even know you existed, so they assumed something was wrong with a relative.
König had to move fast the drive back was four hours with no stops, and your workday ended in a little less than four, plus the hour-long commute you still had to make. He grabbed his things, hastily shoving them into his bag. Phone in hand, he walked to his car and fired off a quick text: he said he’d be very busy for the rest of the day and wouldn’t have time to reply. As soon as he hit send, he jammed the keys into the ignition and sped off.
You believed him when he send that text, because of course you did. During the day you finished your work thinking about what you’d do when you got home later today as your mind started to wander thinking about König and how you missed him, his cuddles, his sweet words and most importantly his huge… smile.
König sped through traffic, making the drive in just under four hours. He was exhausted, but very excited picturing the look on your face when you suddenly found him standing in your apartment gift in ha- a gift, he was so busy getting to you he forgot his gift! Since he wouldn’t be home for your birthday, it was still waiting in his apartment. Fuck, idiot! It doesn’t matter, he told himself, lying. Then he remembered what you’d told him once, about your mother decorating the house. It wasn’t perfect but it was better then standing there empty-handed. Even though you’d find his presence more then enough. He stopped at a nearby store, picking up as many decorations as he could. Then, slowly, the gears started turning, a cake, yes. Flowers also yes but he had to be quick, there wasn’t that much time left.
Finally the clock struck five and you where freed from the shackles called work, you grabbed you stuff and texted König you where heading home. Even though he wasn’t at your place you always texted him when you would head out, to reassure him. A habit you hadn’t mind picking up.
König’s phone went off, a text by you. Normally he loved getting your messages, but now anxiety crept in. Standing in the flower shop he told the florist he wanted a big bouquet, wild flowers you’d mentioned loving so that’s what you would get. With the bouquet in one hand and a bag full of party decorations in the other, he jumped into the car and sped off toward your apartment.
He arrived, your car was nowhere to be seen so he was on time. Thank god. He had 30 minutes to get everything perfect. Military training please don’t fail me now.
You arrived home a little later than usual, thanks to heavy traffic. Tired from your workday, you didn’t notice König’s car parked in the lot. Bag hung over one shoulder and your phone in one hand, you texted König to let him know you’ve arrived safely back home. He seemed to open it as soon as it arrived, the grey check marks turning blue instantly. But… no response? You stuffed your phone in your back pocket. He’d probably reply later. In one swift motion, you grabbed your keys, unlocked the door and stepped inside. As you walked in you sloppely kicked off your shoes and dropped your bag on the floor. But then you looked past the hallway. Garlands? Balloons?
A shuffle came from the living room, someone standing up from the couch. König had been waiting in silence, secretly a little nervous about how’d you react. You stepped further into the apartment and that’s where you spotted him… The big Austrian man, standing sheepishly in the middle of the living room, the big bouquet looking so small in his massive hand. He was still in his military uniform. He hadn’t wanted to risk changing his clothes and missing you, ruining the surprise. The poor people at the store and flowers shop must’ve been terrified seeing him waltz in, fully geared, sniper hood and all, like something out of a war zone.
“Alles Gute zum Geburtstag… Schatz” König said sweetly, eyes squinting as a smile appeared beneath his sniper hood. You stood there in silence. The longer you didn’t speak the faster König’s heart started to race. Then out of nowhere the silence broken with a loud sniffle. Your eyes started to fill with tears, lower lip sticking out into a pout. König his eyes widened in alarm, he put down the bouquet on the couch and rushed to your side. “What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?” Doubt filled Königs voice as his eyes started to resemble those of puss in boots. You shook your head quickly as tears rolled down your cheeks, through the hiccups you managed to speak: “This is so sweet. You… you didn’t have to do all this!” You looked around the decorated apartment, then back at him. Without warning, you threw yourself into his arms, sniffling into the fabric of his uniform. “Thank you.” König froze for a second, caught off guard by your reaction. He hadn’t expected you to be this thankful. Then he wrapped his arms around you, strong, warm, protective. “Anything for you, liebling.”
Part 2
Not the biggest fan of this piece but I wanted to post it anyway~
Little line art of König as my first post!
He’s a little shy!