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“Why do men suck so bad?”
It took everything inside of him not to roll his eyes as he leans against the doorframe of the attatched bathroom to your room, listening to your rambling words of how you went on the worst date you’ve ever been on last night, as you’re getting ready to go on another. His arms flex a little harder as he crosses them, eyes falling to the way you’re half way bent over the sink, finger running along the lipstick on your lower lip as you admire yourself.
He thought becoming roommates with you would be better than the small, cramped rooms the base offered, but what he wasn’t prepared for was absolutely falling head over heels for you. The brewing envy when he saw you slipping out of the front door in a tight, little dress only to come back home in the early hours of the morning and it be completely disheveled was impossible to quash, slow building feelings of obsession and possesion staking their claim in his chest.
It was a battle for his attention, casting his eyes in a dark navy hue, a clenched jaw aching as he meets your gaze in the mirror, his sigh drawled out as he stands up a little straighter.
“That’s because you’re not going on dates with men, Schatz. You’re going out with boys,” he says, watching as your fingers run through your perfectly curled hair, his eyes traveling down the dip in your spine exposed by the backless style of your dress, even in heels still being a foot shorter than him.
You looked like the epitome of feminine allure, the type of girl to make men’s heads turn at just a simple pass by, captivating those who hadn’t even gotten the pleasure of speaking to you yet. You were powerful without even knowing it, and the feelings of wanton need relentlessly clawed inside of him, ripping shreds of his own masculine dignity at the thought of having you just once.
“What’s the difference? They’re all clueless in the bedroom and even worse at planning dates,” you huff, eyes flickering to his in the mirror as he stands off to the side, calculating eyes hiding his thoughts, only a simple purse of his lips to let you know he was listening to you.
“You just haven’t met the right one yet,” he says quieter, dropping the space between the both of you to a more intimate level, watching those insatiably pretty eyes of yours flicker in confusion, before your eyes roll, setting aside the lipstick tube that was in your hand.
“You know how cliche that sounds?” You ask fending off a giggle, watching the corners of his lips twitch as he pushes off the door frame, coming to stand behind you. The size difference in the mirror has your eyes fluttering, his broad stature a contrast to your own, his bicep nearly the size of your head. Suddenly your heart is racing a little more, the warmth emitting from him against your back making you keep his eye contact through the mirror.
“I like cliche,” he murmurs, hand gently rising to brush a strand of hair off your shoulder, feeling the shiver it gives you, motivating him to keep talking. “Tension between two people that don’t know what they want is actually right in front of them. I’ve seen your book collection, Schatz. I’m sure you know all about cliches.”
Your heart picks up at the touch of his hand trailing from your shoulder down to the flesh of your tricep, feather light touches of the pads of his digits making your throat suddenly feel parched. Your lips part slightly as his fingers continue to run down your forearm, curling around your wrist slightly as he raises your arm.
The brush of his lips against your manicured fingertips has your head turning over your shoulder slightly, panting now as breaths struggle to expel through your lips evenly.
“I’d never leave you unsatisfied. Gott, the way I’d worship every inch of you has plagued my sleep for…forever now. Figuring out every little spot on your body that would drive you crazy, every touch, every caress a paradoxical sensation of teasing and giving you what you need.”
His words whispered against the nape of your neck has your eyes fluttering, head tipping slightly as the warmth of his breaths send ripples of electricity down your spine. His eyes find yours in the mirror again as he takes it another step further, hand sliding around to the front of your abdomen, large fingers covering the entire expanse of your navel.
The other comes up to the middle of your spine as he tugs the zipper upwards, finishing the closure all the way as you release a trembling breath, unsure if you wanted it to remain shut or if you wanted him to tug it back down. Tension filled silence beats between the both of you, his eyes a shade you’ve never seen before. Drunk on the touch of your skin against his, waiting for a single ounce of reciprocation before he’d take it further.
“You’re going to be late for that date of yours,” he rasps out, watching the hazy film coating your eyes, internally begging that you’d tell him you weren’t interested in going out with yet another mediocre man, eyes imploring silently through the mirror.
Your thick, dark lashes make your eyes look even more mesmerizing, the images of what they’d look like gazing up at him as you sat at his feet making his impossibly hard arousal press against your lower back. He watches the very moment you feel it, pretty red lips parting to release a trembling breath.
“Right. I should probably…”
Your trailed off words have his heart pounding, fingers gently moving across the fabric of your dress, every graze of his fingertips lower than your pelvic bone making your chest stutter. One glance of his desperate gaze has your own widening, the shameless desire he was exuding impossible to ignore.
As your hand reaches for your phone his hand snaps forward, pining your palm to the counter as he’s pressed more firmly to you, the femoral heads of your hips digging into granite. Your body grows taut, heavy breaths escaping the both of you the only thing filling the small bathroom.
“Bitte, don’t leave—“
“I was going to cancel.”
A stuttered breath escapes his lips at your response, hand unrelenting against his grip keeping you pinned to the countertop, his hips begging to ground forward, the ache that’s been simmering in his lower abdomen slowly driving him mad. But he keeps composure, instead letting his head drop to let his lips graze the shell of your ear.
“Gut. I promise to give you everything you’ve been missing out on, sweet girl.”
His hand lets you go, instead to replace the other over your abdomen as he pushes his hands up, feeling every curve and contour, memorizing every dip to eidetic memory. His lips move from the shell of your ear to press a kiss against the nape of your neck, feeling your breaths washing into your chest cavity relentlessly.
“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you. Watching you going on these dates have been killing me…” he groans out softly, thumbs teasing the stiff peaks over the fabric of your dress, feeling the bow in your back push your shoulders to his chest.
“…knowing I could give you so much better.” He finishes, eyes gazing at your flushed appearance in the mirror, eyes half lidded and cheeks a warm pink, the sight of your lower lip trapped between your teeth drawing another deep twitch inside of his sweats.
His lips press another series of kisses across your shoulder, hands slowly traversing your body, each inch a masterpiece he was bent on retaining to memory for later purposes. He watches his hand travel between your thighs in the mirror, the fabric bunching around his wrist a sight that leaves him impatient.
“So fucking pretty,” he whispers against your neck, skin glimmering slightly from his kisses, his hand gliding over your collarbones to gently wrap around your throat, pulling your head back to the side for him. His fingers tense into your tendon, thumb grazing your lower lip as his eyes watch the movement.
The tension drives you crazy, his face close enough to feel every breath escape him, but he still feels so far away. Your eyes flicker to his, anticipating the moment he’ll lean in and finally claim you, eyes dropping back down to his lips just as he pulls you forward by the back of your head.
It’s gentle at first, a little exploritory as if trying to familarize you, the languid push and pull of your lips against his making his own part to release a quiet sigh. The depth allows for his tongue to coax yours out, gently prying between your lips before you relent.
The second his tongue brushes yours he feels the spark ignite in his lower abdomen, the soft sounds you’re making slowly driving him crazy. His other hand slides closer to the apex of your thighs, pulling you closer as a quiet groan escapes his lips.
He pulls back just enough to breathe, his thumb skimming your bottom lip as your forehead leans against his. His tongue rolls between his lips, wetting them as he pants softly, his eyes landing on yours as he feels his confidence coming back.
“Let me have you.”
The words are a rasp against your lips, the feeling of his fingers skimming your inner thigh making your head spin, glassy eyes meeting his as you nod; you’d be a fool not to give him what he wants, what you both want.
It’s the only confirmation he gets before he’s groaning, pushing you up against the bathroom counter, hands eagerly sliding your thighs open as you perch on the edge of the cool granite, his lips capturing the flesh of your neck. The intensity has your hands curling into the hair at the back of his head, gasping softly as he bites and sucks heavy trails of marks down your throat.
“You’ll never go on another date again after I’m through with you. I fucking promise you that,” he gravels out, the feeling of his fingers sliding into the waistband of your panties making your fingers dig into his head a little more. The moan he pulls from your lips as he’s met with your pooling arousal makes one of his own spill from his throat, panting against your neck as he gazes down your body to watch his hand explore the inner depths of your desires.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he gasps, the thought of you being affected like this for him making his fingers explode further, easily finding your clit, swirling as his lips press to your neck again, every drawled out whimper and moan only making him harder.
He relishes in the moans slipping from your lips as he keeps his face pressed against your neck, sporadic breaths leaving him with every stroke of his finger inside of you, curling when your moans get a little more desperate. He slides a second in and revels at the grip around his fingers, groaning softly as he feels your walls squeeze around them.
“Fuck, if you’re already this tight just around two fingers I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock,” he breathes out in a shaky groan, his fingers slipping from you as he meets your blissed out expression, his heart beating harder as he lowers to his knees.
“But first, I really need to fucking taste you.”
All thoughts slipped your mind as he tugs one of your legs over his shoulder after he rids you of your panties, your eyes squeezing shut as his tongue slowly sweeps over you, your gasp choked deep in your throat.
His tongue pushes into you, stroking your oversensitive tissues as you bite your bottom lip to hold back the moan shaping in your throat, the feeling sending your head back against the mirror. He moves up again and flicks the throbbing little bud as your eyes roll back into your head, his fingers digging into your thighs as he pulls you even closer to the edge of the counter.
He holds you tighter so you can’t move away from his hungry lips as you trash slightly, making you inhale sharply. Your breathing turns heavy as you arch away from the mirror, your hips developing a mind of their own as you lift to his lips.
He groans against you, the vibration aimed straight to your very core, and you were sure you were going to lose your mind if he kept up the teasing. Just slow moves, little touches in all the right places, building you up deliberately.
"König," you breathe out, your voice low and shaky. You reach for him, your fingers entwining through his dark locks as you push to his face desperately. You could feel your belly tightening more and more with each little kiss he blows over you, with each lap of his tongue and every touch he makes, making you forget why you had wasted your time with men who didn’t have half the skill he possessed. This felt so much better.
His tongue moves all the way up to the apex of your slit before his lips wrap around the pulsing bundle of nerves, his teeth lightly grazing the sensitive skin as he sucks you between his lips so hard your vision blurs for a moment. You brace a hand on the wall behind you and bite the other to muffle a scream that nearly slips out of your mouth as you cum suddenly.
König moans against you, continuing the toe curling pace against your core, his actions only prolonging your pleasure. You shake out of control against him, your eyes shut tight as you ride the heights of your orgasm, your mind a blissful jumble of numbness. He lowers your leg back down slowly, your pants heavy as you slump against the mirror. His eyes are hazy as he lifts back up to you, pulling you against his body, keeping you from falling over.
With a low growl of urgency, König's hand slides down the curve of your back, his fingertips tracing your spine until they reach the small of your back. Gently, yet possessively, he guides your lower body to grind against his hardness, igniting a wave of pleasure that courses through both of you.
“I could eat you out for hours if you’d let me, fuckin’ hell Schatz,” he groans, hands gripping along your hips, the slickness of your arousal wetting the crotch of his sweats as he slides you along him for an ounce of friction only turning him on more.
“I need you. So fucking bad,” he gasps out, one hand clumsily pulling the band of his sweats and briefs down with his thumb, freeing his throbbing member. Your eyes widen, his size something you weren’t prepared for, at least putting a few inches on the other guys you’d slept with. Your eyes find his, his lips pulled into an arrogant smirk making your stomach flip.
“It’ll fit. Scheiße, I’ll make it if I have too,” he whispers against your lips, hands pulling you closer, thighs spread around his hips. The tip of his cock grazes your still sensitive flesh, making your fingers dig into his biceps, gasping softly. His hand grips the base as he gives himself a couple tight, long strokes, teeth gritting as pre cum already leaks from the slit.
“You make me so fucking hard, Schatz. All of this is for you,” he gasps, sliding the tip teasingly along your folds before he pushes inside slowly, head falling to your shoulder as he feels a gasp hitch in his chest. The feeling of your fingers dragging down his clothed back as he sinks deeper makes the moan escape his lips in a guttural growl of pleasure.
“So tight, so wet, so fucking perfect—“ he gasps, eyes rolling slightly as he pulls almost all the way out, before he sinks back into your tight embrace, his arms keeping you flushed to his chest. Your moans are like music to his ears as he starts a deliberate pace, each purposeful stroke making you clutch onto him harder.
His eyes gaze into the mirror, smudges of your lipstick across his lips and chin a sight that has his breath hitching, the sight of you wrapped around him a memory he won’t ever forget. His death grit as he snaps his hips forward a little harder, relishing in the choked up moans it makes you let out, the pulsing of your walls slowly driving him insane.
“Fuck, I want you to watch me fuck you. Watch as I make you cum again, all over my cock,” he breaths out, effectively sliding out of you, turning you around until you were bent over the counter.
The sight of your feet stanced wide, the soft curve of your thighs spread and exposing your heat drives him insane, as he lets the tip of his cock run along your wet folds, his hands gripping your hips tightly. Unable to resist any longer, König guides himself into you in one hard, fluid motion, your bodies resistance yielding to the electric surge of pleasure that courses through him. A guttural groan escapes his lips as he surges forward, his eyebrows drawn together as his lips part open, a silent sound of shock resonating within him.
"So verdammt eng [so goddamn tight]..." He chokes out, the feeling of your walls nearly strangling him in this position has his breath stuck in his chest, his hands pushing you harder down against the bathroom counter.
Your head falls forward as you gasp, fingers curling around the counter as your eyes squeeze shut, the rippling sensation of pain and pleasure throbbing through every nerve ending as he splits you open. Your eyes struggle to remain open as he starts to move, deep, harsh strokes that already have her crying out.
He groans out, speeding his hips up a little more, his eyes lingering down to where you’re joined, grunting as his eyes hood, gripping his fingers harder into your flesh. The sight of your head buried into the counter as you moan makes his hand slide up your back, tugging on your shoulder slightly, pulling your face up. "Eyes up, Schatz. Keep your eyes on the mirror and look at yourself. How fucking pretty you look taking my cock."
Pain and pleasure twists on your face as his hand keeps you upright, lips parted open as you moan in time with his body behind you, fingers gripped white against the counter as your eyes struggle to stay open. The feeling of him nearly in your stomach has your body trying to crawl away from his touch, the sensations making your mind melt, heart pounding in time with his thrusts, unable to fully take a breath.
"Take it, Schatz," he groans out, holding your hips in place as he continues to pound into you. The sounds of your bodies meeting starting to echo in the confined space makes his head tip back, his eyes closing briefly as he exhales roughly.
The sound of your moans growing louder makes his pointer and middle finger push past her lips, the warmth of your wet tongue against the pads of his fingers heightening the pleasure as he speeds up once more.
"Ja, keep moaning for me. Sounds so. Fucking. Pretty." He accentuates the last three words with hard deep thrusts all the way to the hilt, your muffled cries against his fingers making his jaw clench in satisfaction.
Your mouth eagerly sucks on the pads of his fingers as your eyes struggle to stay on his through the mirror, your walls clenching with each thrust that goes just a little too deep, your body already trembling. Just as you’re able to release a breath your body forces you to inhale, the sounds intoxicating in Königs ears as he pulls your hips harder back against him, making your thighs tremble as you cry out against his fingers.
"Scheiße, you feel so good," he groans out, his eyes wandering the arch of your back being held by his fingers on your shoulder, to the glazed look in your eyes as you absolutely become brain dead under him. It was a sight he would permanently etch into his head. His body surges forward as he holds himself deep inside of you until you’re squirming, whining against his fingers as your eyes well up slightly from the sensation.
Your head jerks to the side roughly, his fingers leaving your mouth as they trail a wet path across your cheek, your breaths hard and sharp as you gaze at him in the mirror. You’re sucking in deep breaths, the overwhelming feeling of being full making your fingers grip the counter.
"Can’t handle me baby?" he says before pulling out nearly all the way, before plunging back into you as you let out a choked gasp. He continues to let his hips punishingly pound into you, watching as that look in your eyes melt away, lips parted as your eyes flutter, your hands now pressed against the steaming glass of the mirror.
You leave little smudges of hand prints, hair falling in a curtain over your shoulders as you gasp and moan, his own body starting to strain with the pure pleasure radiating deep in his core. His hand releases it's hold on your shoulder as your head drops forward in a moan of relief, his hand snaking down her back between her thighs. His hand grips the soft flesh of the back of your leg, pushing it upwards, making your knee rest on the counter. The new angle lets him slide deeper, your eyes nearly rolling backwards as you cry out.
You’re standing on your tiptoes on the one foot you have on the floor, your forehead leaning against the condensated mirror, hands sliding down the cool glass as your eyes shut. Explicatives leave your lips in raspy pleas, your back arching a little more as you push back into him, feeling your own body getting close.
König smirks cockily as he watches every emotion flicker over your face as he continues to move inside of you, the feeling of your hips attempting to keep up with him making his eyes cloud. He curls his fingers bruisingly harder against the flesh of your thigh, the other on your hip as he drives into you, his eyes watching you through the foggy mirror.
"That's it, Schatz. Let it consume you, I won't fucking stop until all you can feel is me deep inside of you," he growls out, his hand leaving your hip as he slides around to the front of your body, skillfully finding your throbbing bud, swirling his finger in tight little circles. You immediately respond, leaning harder against the mirror as you cry out, your walls clenching down on him.
It makes him hiss, his hips jerking sloppily for a second at the sensation as he continues to pleasure you, his own need for release growing stronger by the second. You grip the counter with a force he's surprised hasn't cracked the porcelain yet, his eyes hazy as he watches you writing in front of him. His middle finger is relentless against you as his hips grow faster, chasing his release with a grunt as his jaw clenches.
"Is that right, pretty girl? Am I making you wanna come all over my fucking cock?" he rasps out, his words strained through his own lips as he feels his abdomen winding tighter, his vision starting to become hazy. You’re squirming and nearly sobbing under him, your head nodding as if you were stuck in some trance, all inhibitions thrown out the window as you feel that coil in you snap.
"Then do it...fucking do it, Schönheit. Cum for me," he groans out breathlessly, his fingers moving faster, hips driving into you harder. Your fingers dig into the mirror, your nails leaving faint scratch marks as he grunts in satisfaction, the feeling of you convulsing around him with a cry of his name making him lose control. You’re milking him, pulling him into your wet depths and keeping him there, his eyes unable to focus as he moves quicker, his grunts and moans breathy as he too falls over the edge.
His whole body tenses, his breath held as he spills inside of you, his chest heaving slightly as he slows down his pace, his forehead falling against the back of your shoulder as you both try and catch your breath. His fingers slowly release their death grip on you, little circular bruises on your hips making him smirk. He helps you lower your leg back onto the floor, the panting breaths filling the space making him swallow.
“Better than that date you were planning on going on?”
“Absolutely.”