Absolutely Obsessed With The Way You Write Sub!knig I Was Hoping To Request Sub!knig X Dom!male!reader

absolutely obsessed with the way you write sub!könig 😣 i was hoping to request sub!könig x dom!male!reader where the reader has a breeding kink and a big dick <3 + praise maybeee..? up to you !! thank you if you end up writing this <33

COLONEL KÖNIG 香菸 ── `` top m reader w, a big dick. breeding + praise kink. italicized words are in german.

“fuck, aahhng, s–sweetheart!” könig gasps, muscles spasming and visibly sensitive to the sensation of your thick cock. his legs subconsciously wrap themselves around your waist, holding you in place. one of his hands is planted over his eyes, attempting to hide himself in a futile distraction from the painful pleasure.

he’s finally managed to take in half, entrance struggling to accommodate the width even now; your release from earlier leaking down to your shaft. “you’re so beautiful like this, takin’ all of me.”

he sniffles, the other hand clawing into the material of the couch. “i can’t t-take it anymore. too big—” a sheen of sweat was built atop of his skin. “yes, you can. doin’ so good, there you are, c’mon,” when you deliver a particularly harsh thrust with a soft grunt, your words are properly punctuated enough to numb his brain.

“nngh– yes, y-yes, feels so...” könig trails off into a whimper, greedily rocking back. he was squeezing you so well, hole an aphrodisiac strong enough to make you an addict. könig abruptly forces himself down to take in more of you, your dick responding with a twitch and teeth gritting with a grunt.

“so, so big, my love, i’m gonna break—” könig’s voice shifts into a half-mutter, half-broken cry. “taught you well, pretty,” you praise, slamming your hips upwards when you feel him ease. his own dick is a mess, trails of cum from prior unexpected orgasms beginning to adorn his skin. it takes every ounce of willpower not to continue fucking him until it somehow takes.

his back arches, combined lube and spend dripping down the length of your cock from his entrance. he swears he can feel you in his throat, not an inch of his insides untouched by you. “pretty little thing’s sucking me in.. gonna let me cum in you again? shit, he’s practically beggin’ me for it,” könig whines in humiliation from the way you refer to his stretched hole like that, but he dumbly nods his head and you’re certain he isn’t far off either.

“yes, yes, thank you, i need it.” the tip abused his prostrate with every push, sparks of blinding pleasure traveling up his spine. könig’s body jolting as he finished again, thick ropes spurting out only to land on your stomach.

the sudden clenching of his warm hole drags out your own climax, filling him to the brink as his thighs twitch. it leaks out and you pull out — just to slam inside again. you have to press your hand on his chest to keep him down, receiving a sweet, sweet cry out of the man below you. he lets you, simply taking it as you gently roll your hips into him.

one thing about the cocky colonel? he knew how to be a good boy.