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The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm light over the room as you finished getting ready for bed. Your pajamas were simple; soft cotton shorts and a plain top that hugged your shape. It was nothing too fancy, just something cozy to sleep in. But to König, you looked like the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He watched you from where he sat at the edge of your bed, eyes following your every move.
“You doing okay back there?” you teased, looking at him in the mirror.
He tore his eyes off your body, meeting your gaze. Your shorts matched perfectly with the satin bonnet you'd just tied over your hair, the same soft pink with a subtle sheen that caught the light when you moved. He hadn't realized he was staring that hard until you snapped him out of it.
“Yeah.” He studied you while you went on to apply some face cream. “Why do you wear that over your hair?” He finally asked.
“My bonnet? It's so my hair doesn't get tangled while I sleep.”
He nodded like he approved of the idea, and you smiled before climbing into bed beside him. König's eyes hadn't left you, though he seemed to struggle with what to say. He opened his mouth, hesitated, then let out a soft sigh as he ran a hand through his hair, trying to collect his thoughts.
“It's– God you're so cute.” His words were jumbled, unpolished, but sincere in a way that only made your heart swell.
You rolled your eyes playfully, trying to hide the effect he had on you. "You're just saying that."
He shook his head quickly, eyes still fixed on you, a slight furrow in his brow as if he couldn't figure out how to put it into words. "No, I mean it," he said, his hand already reaching out to rest on your waist, fingers spreading out like he needed to feel you.
You could feel the heat in his touch, in the way his hands seemed to move over you almost unconsciously, as if he couldn't help himself. He leaned in, his breath warm against your neck as he pressed a soft kiss just below your ear, the quietest groan escaping his throat.
"Du bist die Schönste," he muttered, voice low, almost like he was talking to himself. His lips traced a slow path along your jaw, feather-light touches that made your breath hitch. You shivered at the warmth of his mouth against your skin, the way the words stumbled out like he just had to let you know.
His hands tightened their hold on your hips, pulling you closer, and suddenly you were half in his lap, your body pressed against his solid chest. He let out another shaky breath, like he was trying to calm himself, but the way his hands kept roaming over your back, your sides, told you he was losing the fight. His lips pressed against your shoulder, lingering longer this time, his breath warm and unsteady.
"You smell good…” he said, barely audible. The quiet hunger in his words made your body melt against him. You were warm and alluring like a fresh batch of cookies left on the table—how could he resist having a taste?
There was something almost reverent in the way he held you. His eyes, though half-lidded and dark with desire, held that softness you loved so much, like he still couldn't quite believe his luck—believe that you were his.
His hands clutched at your hips, fingers digging in just a little harder as he pulled you fully into his lap. You initiated a kiss, reciprocating some of his energy as you finally got a grip on yourself. Taking the lead, you grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head when he finally detached from your lips.
His forehead rested against yours, his breath coming in shallow, shaky bursts. König wasn't one to speak flowery words, but when he looked at you like that, even you turned speechless.
His hands snuck to your front to undo the tie of your shorts. And before you knew it, he had you on your back and was working them off. You'd barely registered your nudity before he was manhandling you into another position. Helped by his strong grip, your legs folded pliantly towards your chest, exposing you to him. König kissed both of your thighs first, almost ceremoniously, maybe to make up for the way he buried his face in your cunt next. It was anything but reserved; his tongue lapping at you like you were his first drink in days.
When your hips arched off the bed and he simply followed, your legs anchoring you on his shoulders. He held you up, sitting back on his haunches, making him a solid, immovable force unaffected by all your trashing. Blood rushed to your head as you were left nearly vertical, hands fumbling to hold onto him. From his upright position, he could watch your face more easily, drinking in the way pleasure reshaped your traits. There was no way to escape his ministrations, each lick and suck making the volume of your moans go up a notch. You’d just have to avoid the nice lady next door for the rest of your life because you’d never look her in the eyes again after this. But it was too late to worry about that–you were already chanting König’s name like a warning of your impending orgasm, as if he’d give you any kind of mercy if you begged. With his mouth busy, he simply hummed in response, each vibration making you lose your mind a little more. You’d long stopped being mindful of your noises, and with one last cry, you finally came, shuddering in his grasp.
König let you down gently, your legs still trembling. He moved over you, nuzzling his face in your neck like he should be the flustered one. “Ich möchte mit dir Liebe machen, I love you,” he trailed off, his voice rough, almost embarrassed as he kissed the corner of your jaw.
You slid a hand into his hair, gently scratching his scalp like a reward, and he melted, lowering until you were chest to chest. A moment passed during which König paid attention to your heartbeat slowing down, “I love you too.”
You guided him into a kiss, having somewhat come back to your senses. Noticing the shift, König’s hands resumed roaming your body, never settling on a place for too long—he just wanted it all at the same time. You squeezed your thighs around his hips, your hand making its way to his waist, but he pulled away.
“Wait.”
“Condom?” you guessed.
“I have some in my bag.”
You held him back as he stood up. “Just look in the drawer,” you directed, pointing at your bedside table.
König pulled it open, not expecting the sheer amount of boxes you’d gotten. “Jesus.” You laughed at his earnest reaction. His eyes roamed over the different packages, eyebrows knit in focus. Just as you thought you might have gone a little overboard, his expression softened into a smile, “I’ll come over more often.”
“Bet you will,” you scoffed, lightly rolling your eyes at his predictability.
König huffed, and suddenly he was pulling you towards the edge of the bed. You squealed, your body dragging across the sheets just from that sharp tug on your thighs. “You’re laughing like that wasn’t the plan.” You were weightless in his grasp, letting him maneuver you around casually as he spoke. That is how you ended up with your knees pressed up to your chest, exposed and waiting as he slipped on a condom.
The heaviness of his dick was unmistakable as he rubbed over you, barely a warning before he was at your entrance. He looked at you as he pressed in, monitoring your expression for any signs of discomfort. Your eyelids fluttered when his thighs finally met yours, a small gasp escaping your lips.
Soon thereafter he took your ankles back in his hands, repositioning them onto his shoulders. He placed a soft kiss over the anklet he’d gifted you a while back, a contrast from the death grip that settled onto your hips. Your next breath was knocked out of you as König gave a sharp thrust, pulling out and slamming back inside in one smooth motion. You tried to brace yourself when he started moving, but you couldn’t get a proper grasp on anything but the sheets, your body moving along with the punishing pace he’d set.
You were so wet it was indecent. You could feel it dripping down, all the way onto the bed, heard the slick accompanying each of König’s thrusts. It made you want to hide, and it only made König want to go harder, make you even more wet and messy than you already were. A pathetic sound came out of you when his thumb started toying with your clit, your body arching—to get away or closer, that was unclear. “Shh, don’t run away,” he dared to say. But you weren’t going anywhere; König’s free arm wrapped around your knees, keeping your legs pressed together against his chest. It was utterly ridiculous how big his bicep looked in comparison to your calves, not even straining to keep you pinned down.
You reached for the bottom of your shirt, bunching it into your fists like you were holding onto a lifeline. It pulled the collar down, showing more of your neck and collarbones as your head fell back in pleasure. König felt the urge to lean down, kiss and bite all that empty space, but you were too close for him to switch up what he was doing now.
You tried to warn him of your impending orgasm but the words came out jumbled, barely coherent. It worked at conveying the message though. Your head lolled to the side, hoping to hide into the pillows as pleasure took you under. Below his hand, König felt your stomach tense and relax, your legs trembling as uncontrollably against him. He slowed down, switching to grinding into you deep and slow, but even that was too much. You reached up, tapping his forearm twice before your nails dug in, trying to get his attention. Thankfully, he paused there, letting your body twitch without feeding you more of that dizzying stimulation.
He let your legs back down, freeing his hands to slide them under your shirt. He teased your nipples, watching himself move under the fabric like he was guessing his Christmas present through the wrapping. You pulled him back to you for a kiss, letting him fill the space between your thighs. With a hand in his hair, you guided his head back, granting yourself access to his neck. You felt his throat vibrate with a hum as you sucked a mark there. It was such a visible spot, but König liked that even more; you could leave claw marks all over him and he’d wear them proudly.
Sliding an arm under your waist, he flipped you over, moving you into his lap without pulling out of you. You moaned as the pressure inside of you changed, feeling even more full sitting on his cock. He didn’t move though, pushing his hair out of the way as you kept kissing. Your lips trailed up, and he shivered in anticipation before you reached his ear. You’d discovered he was sensitive there one time while playing with his hair, and since then, you always used it to your advantage. Softly, you nipped on his earlobe with your teeth, making him moan and twitch inside of you. All of sudden, he sounded as breathless as you.
His hands found their place on your hips, keeping still for barely an instant before he was trying to get you to grind down onto him. You complied, though not doing much more than shifting back and forth. His stomach went taut against yours when you licked the shell of his ears, and you pulled back with a grin.
“It’s so crazy.”
“What?” he asked, voice hoarse, having lost his earlier bravado.
“That you’re sensitive like that.” His face was already bright red; he didn’t need you to marvel at it on top of everything. You cupped his face, feeling his warm, slightly sweaty skin under your fingers, and placed a chaste kiss onto his lips.
You moved to repeat the motion on the ear you hadn’t touched and he folded, breathing out one of the many German pet names he’d given you like a plea. You pulled back to blow air over it and he stopped seeing straight for an instant.
König was rock hard inside of you, pulling on your hips with more insistence. When finally you moved, he nearly whined. You started slow, rolling your hips in a circular motion and taking advantage of the position to grind your clit against him. Quickly, you moved from having your arms around his neck to pushing him down on the mattress, supporting yourself on his chest. König let you take the wheel for a bit, simply supporting your thighs as you bounced on him.
You weren’t nice; your hands kept slipping so you dug your nails into his chest, reddening the skin there too. But König loved it, you were driving him wilder with each passing second. He waited until your rhythm faltered to step in. You felt his thighs shift behind you, coming up as he placed his feet flat on the bed to thrust up into you. The rhythm was more desperate than the one you’d set, deep and unrelenting like he was genuinely trying to knock you off balance. You braced, plating your hands on either side of his head, mouth falling open as you handed him back the reins.
After a bit, he slowed down, arms wrapping around the small of your back to pull you into his chest. He switched to slow grinding, and that coupled with the little strained breaths he took told you he was close.
You resumed moving, meeting him halfway with every thrust. Firm hands tried to stop you but you remained unphased, picking up the pace. For a moment he tried to hold back, but seeing you wouldn’t let up, König finally gave in. His breaths came faster against your neck, hips pushing up into you almost desperately. He muttered something against your skin that you didn’t catch, still you hummed in response. With a groaned out curse, you felt him tense under you, cumming with jerky thrusts.
He kept you in his arms for a bit before releasing you to get the space to breathe. He had that blissed out look on his face, and you knew for a fact yours wasn’t much different. Sitting up, you constated that your bonnet had miraculously not slipped off. König watched you for a moment, admiring the pretty view you made perched onto his lap.
He made quick work of the condom when you finally pulled off, flopping next to him like you were waiting for the sheets to swallow you. You looked like a siren, laying there effortlessly with nothing but your shirt on and your arms thrown above your head.
“Tired?” You answered with a nondescript hum. König scooted closer, slipping a hand under your shirt like he was reaching for forbidden candy. “You don’t have to do anything.”
“You ready to go again?” you giggled, eyes widening skeptically.
“Just give me five minutes.”
You tried to keep your smile from widening. “Damn, alright.”
König raised up on his knees, slipping a hand across your waist to hint at his directions. “Turn around.”
You rolled onto your stomach and he moved behind you. This time again, he guided you into the position he wanted without more words. Your knees were pushed under your body, leaving you vulnerably exposed with your hips up in the air and your face resting in the sheets. König grabbed your ass like it belonged to him, hands smoothing over the skin like he was trying to commit the feeling to memory—as if he didn’t have access to it whenever he wanted. You looked at him over your shoulder, borderline entranced by the sight. What had gotten him so caught up that you couldn’t figure out were the tan lines left by your most recent vacation.
“Are you just gonna stare or are you gonna do something with it?” you teased, swaying your hips a little.
König finally looked back at you, giving you a smirk for sole answer. You yelped when his hand came down on your ass, more from the surprise than from the sting. But it got you what you wanted; König lowered until he was mostly out of sight, and you felt his breath over the skin of your ass. You giggled again when he pressed his open mouth into the fat, pretending to bite. He said something behind you in his mother tongue, which you weren’t sure if it was directed at you, himself or your pussy.
You gasped a faint “König!”—a half assed reprimand as you nonetheless pushed back into the touch—when he dragged his tongue through your folds. The mattress dipped near your knees as he supported himself on his hands, pressing in as close as possible. You could feel his jaw move as he licked into you with those obscene, wet sounds; careless about the cocktail of saliva and slick dripping down his chin.
He only pulled back for a second to spit in his hand, reaching down to stroke himself in tandem. Every noise he made pulled a moan out of you, the vibrations adding to the already overwhelming attention. His tongue felt like a tireless muscle, unyielding and actively working you towards a third? orgasm. Your eyes rolled back, fist pressing over your mouth because you knew for a fact you were being too loud. You were right there, and König brought you over that edge with just a few more flicks of his tongue.
He watched you tremble proudly, eyes closed in bliss meaning you couldn’t see the satisfied smile on his face. He was hard again, and he kicked off his pants fully while you came back to earth. He eased you back onto your stomach, keeping one of your legs straight and folding the other up. After slipping on a condom, he straddled your straight leg, presenting himself at your entrance.
“You okay?” he asked, to which you simply nodded.
You let out a mirrored sigh when he pushed in, sheathing himself inside in one deep thrust. He briefly stroked your cheek before presenting two fingers to your mouth, remedying the volume concern. With one less worry on your hands, you moaned freely into the improvised gag, taking the pounding like it was your job. König was satisfied, having bullied orgasm after orgasm out of your pliant body—but he wasn’t done. His hips collided with your ass rhythmically, making it bounce on impact. Oh how pretty you were under him…
He told you. He just had to let you know. With his forehead pressed to your temple, he was free to whisper all the nasty stuff he could think of. Your muffled whines did nothing but spur him on. You were so tight around him, clenching like you’d never stopped cumming or like you never wanted him to be able to pull out. König pulled his fingers out of your mouth to play with your clit and you nearly blacked out. With his body blanketing yours, you had nowhere to go, nowhere to escape the overstimulation. The warm coil in your stomach was so tight it hurt, waiting to snap like a ticking time bomb. Your head already felt so fuzzy that you almost dreaded such a surge of pleasure. But there was no turning point now. König felt it come too. You clamped down on him, hard, so much so that he had to still and let you ride the wave without his intervention. Hiding your face in your arms, you shivered, feeling like nothing but electric putty.
Once you’d finally relaxed enough for him to move, König resumed his thrusts. They were no longer controlled or calculated for your sake; he was chasing after the blinding climax at the horizon. He placed a hand on the wall above your head for leverage, sloppily driving home without fully pulling out.
“Just a bit more, just—” he cut himself off with a throaty moan, the words not worth trying to make sense of.
He wanted to fuck you over and over, spill inside of you until he was shooting blanks—thank God for the condom. There wasn’t a reasonable bone left in his body, nothing but thoughts of cumming inside of his perfect girl. Pleasure shot through his whole body, and he shook a little from the sheer intensity of the climax that had crept up on him. With the volume of your voice reduced to nothing, you heard it all; from his guttural moans, down to the way his breath hitched right before it hit.
His body was heavy as he relaxed on top of you, but the grounding weight was welcome. He kissed your shoulder, your neck, your cheek, ever the soft and caring man. Sleep was calling your name, and though it was impractical, you could have stayed like this forever.