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#I dnt play cod okieeeee !!
bunicate · 19 days
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he’s worried that he won’t fit. a monolith of a man, inches stacked upon inches, with a body molded to be a weapon of war.
he’s too rigid, too sharp, too big, and scary to be told to sit still like a mindless toy, but he does so anyway.
könig listens to whatever you tell him to because he likes to hear that little excited mewl you sing when his thumb nudges that pudgy spot.
he’s overdressed, to say the least. his tactical gear is haphazardly strewn on his body. he was going to completely disrobe, but you insisted he keep it on whilst you climbed over him completely naked.
nothing but a soft little thing, bottom round and fat, bouncing and riding his thumb of all things. his hand rests over his crotch, large finger pointing outward only to be swallowed by your tight wet slit.
sure, it’s an unusual sight but also a pretty one. It's obscured a bit from the graceful sway of your pretty tits, but greedily he watches the every-so-often turn of your head to see the flesh of your own ass jiggle with every stroke of your hips.
his muscled body is barely tucked between your soft thighs as you draw your much-needed pleasure from his thumb— not his cock. even his tongue would suffice, to fuck apart your taut center with his mouth.
he’s definitely big enough to do it, but no, your fascination lies with his hands.
“so big kö. . . “
he wants to laugh, whether it’s out of exasperation or pure disbelief that his one finger could drag out such a reaction.
maybe he’s underestimated the size difference, maybe the little bunny hopping in his lap is much smaller than he thought. maybe he’s bigger than he thought.
“s’not even my cock, liebling. . .”
puffy lips enclose around the appendage, only seeming to fatten up from your aggressive rhythm. your fingers dig into his shoulders to steady yourself as your hole gushes out little creamy spurts of your wetness.
“if my thumb is so big how can i expect you to take my cock, hm ?”
it’s light-hearted, but you can sense the not-so-hidden layer of his anxiety. you’ve seen him in all of his naked glory, how his cock is as big as the rest of him. how swollen it gets when you’ve teased him too much, and it swells against his abdomen with erratic thumps, but you’ve mastered re-assuring the sweet giant.
“im gonna do it . don’t worry . .”
you slightly speed up your little bounces, enjoying the way your clit grazes against his clad body.
könig’s rough hand rests on your ass, parting the fat cheek to watch the hungry convulse of your pussy.
“you’re so good to me, so I know you’re gonna take care of me, kö.”
that adorable sentiment makes him harder. his balls tighten in his pants, aroused simply by the thought of tending to his saccharine sweet girl.
keuche in meinem verdammten mund. sag mir, wie gut ich auf dich aufpasse. ‘pant in my fucking mouth. tell me how good I am at taking care of you’.
his cock aches, incredibly turned on by the thought of his precious girl having faith that he’d handle you with such trust.
he’d try.
he’ll kiss your messy holes, and rub your tender and sodden flesh with rough and scar-lined fingers. hands ghosted with the souls of stolen life, plunging into your wet cunt until it can stretch to finally take his cock.
“keep hopping f’me, hase.”
he spanks the widest part of your ass eliciting more of your drooly whines.
“daddy will get you nice and ready for his fat cock, ja?”
you’re losing the strength to keep yourself up, and the impact on the roundness of your butt propels you a bit forward. you let it happen.
you lean into him, kissing him messily on the mouth over his tattered mask breathing hot air, “ mhm. can’t wait anymore, baby. . .”
“ schiesse. excited for me to pound that little pussy ?” he chuckles. it’s a little pathetic, your flappy little clit wipes against the skin of his hand and that’s it to make you twitch violently.
he mutters a string of things in german.
you can’t make out what he’s saying exactly, but you know it’s filthy and gross. he’s sucking marks on your neck, groaning and rambling in your ear as you leak all over his lower half. his other hand cups you to help guide your bottom.
“ fuck. . . ah ah ah. koo . . m’gonna cum . .”
he’s far too worked up, thrilled even that any part of him will always be enough to satisfy you from his massive size.
he wiggles his finger deeper , poking and sliding between your walls until you seize around him.
god, it’s precious. you're pulling on him, whining and tossing in his embrace, begging him to hold you.
“ so perfect, schatz.”
so soft, so little when he untangles your limbs. so pretty when he lays you on the bed and tucks his pruned finger in your tiny mouth.
your cheeks suction and your lips pucker around his thumb, slowly dragging your head up and down just like he taught you.
“thaaat’s it maus. . . y’like big things in your mouth, hm ?”
he rubs his erection through the cotton twill. those doe eyes blink up at him in a daze as you lick your ruin from the hands all too familiar with terror.
“gutes kleines mädchen.” good little girl.
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