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gghalcyon · 10 months

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König loves to give her spankings, followed by a nice bath where she ends up on top, water splashing all over the bathroom floor as she rides him. The floor can wait.

The Floor Can Wait (König x Female OC)

Part 1/1 (2.3K Words)

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Author’s Note: This was inspired by one of @apollodeath’s Konig headcanons about König and his love for baths. I ran with it. Enjoy! This is also posted on my AO3.

It was a common thing, their time together. It happened every time König returned from a mission. A simple message on her phone asking her to come to his apartment, asking for her help for his release, and to feel human again. It was something that started not too long ago when she first met him through a mutual friend one drunken night, which ended with them spending a heated moment in his truck, with her straddling him as they kissed, dry humping like a bunch of teenagers in the back lot of a parking lot right under a bridge.

They didn't fuck, but that night she sure wished they did because, in the days that followed, all she could think about was him. His large, muscular form towered over her. His strong hands were on her ass as he lifted her to straddle his lap just right so she could feel his long, hard, thick cock's outline on his jeans. She couldn't help but think about her dress hiked up and her laced underwear soaked with arousal as she gyrated on top of him. He seemed to know exactly what to do, how to position her so her clit felt the right friction against lace and jeans on solid muscular thighs.

The obsession with him was something that didn't end until she received a message and then a call from him one day. He had gotten her number from their mutual friend, took him some time to get the guts to see if she'd even want to pursue anything outside of a drunken night of passion. So when she responded with wanting him to see her--a simple date at a coffee shop in broad daylight--she couldn't help but playfully chastise him for taking so long to get back to her, to get the hint that she was just as enamored by him as he was of her.

She doesn't remember how it escalated, how it got so serious, and where they were now. But it did. Intense as their first meeting, their time together was filled with normal peaceful dates and passionate and needy nights where she wondered if she could ever fully know the man before her. This was such a night. A night just as he returned from a harrowing mission in another country, eyes so intense, new scars on his body, and his hands more callous than she recalled.

"I missed you, König." She said when she arrived at his apartment, he opened the door. She's wearing a form-fitting dress that hugged her curves, an emerald green that complemented her eyes and that she knew he loved. She wore a lace light pink lingerie --his favorite on her--underneath, knowing full well just what it'd do to him when she took it off.

"Fuck, Mein Liebling, come here!" He didn't have to say anymore as he pulled her close to him, and let the door close behind them. He lifted her up from the floor as if she was as light as a doll. She wrapped her legs around his torso, arms around his neck, as he buried his face on the nape of her neck, kissing, licking, and nipping. She loved when he did that. He knew.

With him still carrying her and her hands firmly wrapped around his neck, she let her fingers run through his unruly blonde hair and massage his scalp. She missed him so much and couldn't wait for what was in store.

König led her to his bedroom, gently lowered her to the bed, and undressed, his erection large and ready for her. He then undressed her, lifting the dress from her arms, tossing them to the side, and running his hands over her body to admire her sexy ensemble, pausing briefly to pinch at her hard nipples peaking through the lace. She wanted him so badly, wanted him to devour her.

They didn't need just gentle kisses and soft words. This wasn't the time for that. They required the ecstasy and the savageness of their physical form against one another. They needed the sweat, the softness, the slickness and wetness between them when they'd join, and he'd cut inside of her. That's what they needed, but not yet.

She laid down on the bed, feeling his eyes on her. She knew what he wanted, and her pussy ached in anticipation. With a mischievous smile on her lips, she turned so that she was kneeling on all fours on the bed, her ass raised up towards him.

It doesn't take him long to grab her ass with both hands, roughly making her gasp in pleasure, and then with a swift motion giving them a spanking. The sound echoed in the room, along with her gasps and moans. He spanked her again, grasped, caressed, and then spanked her again until her skin reddened. The heat of the sting caused a shiver down her spine and down to her pussy with each turn of his large hand. She knew he loved her ass, and he knew how much she liked to be ‘punished’.

"Ah, my king!" she breathed as he did this repeatedly.

He grasped her hair to pull her back against him on the bed until they kneeled. Her back pressed against his chest, and she could feel his cock dripping with precum behind her. She knew exactly what would come next, knew his plan before she'd be given the permission to ride him into the oblivion of pure bliss.

König was a generous man, determined and intense. His goal in these moments was to make her cum until she was breathless, writhing against his long fingers until they were soaked with her juices. And that was exactly what he did. One hand drifted to her thigh, and he pried her legs open as another hand went between the warmth of her legs to where her wet and shaved pussy throbbed and ached for his touch. And he gave her his touch as his fingers plunged inside her damp core, as his thumb brushed her swollen clit.

She was panting. Oh god, she was already so close to cumming, but tried so hard not to. She felt König's hand run up her thigh to her belly and then grasp her left breast to pinch one nipple and the other. The sensation of his hands all over her and kissing her neck as she leaned back against him was so much. "More," she begged. "Uhnhh, more!"

"As you wish, my queen," he whispered seductively against her ear as he inserted a second finger inside of her, hooked his fingers inside of her pussy, and increased this speed until she was panting and wailing against him. Her orgasm came like a calm wave, but then followed by a tsunami as he bit her neck, pinched her nipples harder, rubbed her clit harder, and let her ride his fingers faster and faster. He knew she loved the mix of pain and sweetness of their fucking. He knew his queen so well.

When she was cumming for the third time, she felt so sensitive that she shook and found herself pulling away from his arms and his fingers. She fell back on the bed, trying to catch her breath, and looked up at König's towering form over her. Their eyes met, and he's smiled handsomely at her.

His cock is massive, standing tall and ready; twitching with need.

She wanted to be greedy, to push him back until she'd be kneeling before him and taking his cock as far as she could in her mouth. Any other day she'd let her mouth give him the sloppy blow job that'd blow his mind and leave him gasping and careening into the madness of a heavy orgasm just as he did to her. But not this night. This was the night when they followed their ritual. This was his welcome home.

So she crawls out of the bed, naked, unsure when and where the lingerie had gone. She took hold of König's hand, and they stood, and she led him to his large bathroom where the bathtub would be.

"Let me clean you up, my king." She says as she starts the bath. The water is warm, and she drops in a bath bomb scented of lavender and chamomile--his favorite.

He said nothing as he followed her into the bath, letting the warm water relax his muscles. The tub was just big enough for him to stretch his legs. She was certain he loved his baths and cold plunges and was grateful they fit comfortably.

She maneuvered them in the bath until she was straddling him. She knew how much he loved that position; knew his need to have her take charge like this. She could feel how hard he was and ached so badly to feel him in her.

König caressed her skin and aided her as she sat up lightly and placed her hand between them under the water to grab his massive throbbing cock. König moaned as she squeezed him with her small hands, slowly centering him so he was right at her entrance. She slowly lowered herself down his cock. Nothing was more delightful than being filled by him, and she couldn't help but kiss him passionately. Their tongues entwined in a sloppy kiss until she pressed a series of light kisses along his neck and shoulders as she began to ride him, filling herself with pleasure with every movement.

At first, they move slowly together, prolonging the pleasure as much as possible. König slid his hands up from her waist to cup her breasts, squeezing them gently as they moaned in unison. The water rippled around them but didn't spill over with their slow movement. Although that didn't last long.

She began to move faster and harder now, causing ripples in the water around them to grow bigger as they moved together in perfect harmony. König watched intently, enjoying her riding him, taking charge of him and their pleasure until he couldn't take it anymore. He started to push up to meet her tempo against his cock, until they rode in ecstasy hard and fast. Water began to swish around them and spill on the bathroom floor.

"Uhnnn, my love, we need to... nhnnn.. slow down," she said, noticing the water around them beginning to splash out of the tub. She looked towards him in an attempt to plead with her eyes.

He just looked at her and smiled, "Nein," he said as he pulled her against him, this time bending to take a nipple in his lips as he sucked and caressed her. His hands moved up and down her curves. Their movements together became more passionate and desperate.

She raised her hands above his head, holding onto the tub's edges and arching back into him. His mouth lapped at every inch of exposed skin, making small circles around each breast before moving lower across her stomach when he’d lift her up mid thrust upward. With each movement of their bodies against one another in pleasure, the water splashed out of the tub and increased in volume.

"König! The water!" she warned as she continued to ride him, faster and faster, until he was getting closer and closer to the edge.

"Nein, Meine Liebe, we'll deal with it later. For now, keep riding me. I'm so close," he said in a deep voice full of pleasure.

She nodded and complied, pushing herself harder against him until they were both lost in their worlds of pleasure. "Ahhnnn, yes! Yes!" she moaned loudly.

Their pace continued to increase, their movements filled with pleasure until they both reached an explosive orgasm together that left them both breathless and panting heavily for air.

The room was filled with post-coital bliss as König slowly relaxed back into the bath again while she rested on top of him. They stayed like that for a few moments, enjoying the closeness and comfort of each other's embrace.

They stayed like that for a few moments before reality set in, and they realized just how much had been spilled from the tub during their love-making. They both laughed softly before quickly cleaning up the mess.

Later they headed off to bed, their naked forms entwined as they hugged each other close, with her head against his chest, hearing his beating heart and his lips against the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her with contentment.

"Welcome back, my love," she said to him as she gently squeezed him and snuggled closer to him.

"I'm glad to be back with my queen," König said, smiling, enjoying being back with the woman he loved.

* Nein, meine Liebe - No, my love.

* Meine Liebe - My love.

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