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victoryverse · 9 days

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Hey I got a new idea for a story. Simon is bent down on the table and he’s holding a paddle, with extreme pressure he spanks himself and screams into the rag that’s covering his mouth. His ass his raw and red. His butt his leaking with substances. He can’t take it anymore but he’s going to keep going, it’s pleasure for him

i came back from the dead to answer this. please keep such ideas to yourself. i know computers. i will track you down and block and report you.

thank you.

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victoryverse · 29 days

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*See's Requests are Open*

Could I ask for a König and catgirl fanfic or HC where she's being overly affectionate because she's in "heat" (following him around, purring, demanding head pets, hugging him)? Like she doesn't get a stong libido, she just wants affection.

[Not here with a catgirl OC. :3]

sorry if this wasn't what you wanted 😭😭😭😭😭 I have really never written something like this, and this was super new to me. sorry in advance :)

As you lay sprawled out on your bed, you couldn't help but feel the heat building up within you. Despite the cool air blowing from the open window, your body felt like it was on fire. It was yet another restless night for you, cursed with a strong libido that seemed to come alive every few months.

Restlessly, you rolled on your back and let out a low growl of frustration. This heat was unbearable, and the only thing you could think of was to find someone to alleviate it. With a sly smirk, an idea popped into your head. Why not seek out your dear König? Afterall, he was always so warm and attentive.

Your heart raced as you padded silently down the dark hallways, your tail swishing excitedly behind you. You could already feel your body reacting to the scent of your favorite man. Finally, you reached König's door and gave it a soft knock, hoping he would hear you over the loud purring sound emanating from your chest.

'Come in,' came his voice from the other side, causing your ears to perk up in excitement. You cautiously pushed open the door and stepped inside, not wanting to startle him. But to your delight, König was already awake and waiting for you, a small smile on his lips as he watched you approach.

Without hesitation, you jumped onto his bed and nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, letting out a satisfied sigh as you inhaled his intoxicating scent. But suddenly, the purring and nuzzling wasn't enough. You needed more.

Climbing onto his lap, your body pressed tightly against his, you wrapped your arms around his neck and purred even louder, demanding his attention. König chuckled, knowing exactly what you were feeling.

'Looks like someone is in heat,' he teased, rubbing his hands soothingly on your back. You couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure at his touch, your body melting into his.

'I just...I just need some affection,' you whimpered, feeling a sudden mix of embarrassment and desperation. König understood, he always did. And without hesitation, he began to lavish you with the affection you craved.

'I missed you all day,' you meow, your voice almost desperate. He can feel your claws digging into his shirt as you hold onto him tightly, not wanting to let go.

'Did you now?' he replies, trying to keep the teasing tone in his voice. But in reality, he missed you too. You always brought warmth and happiness into his life that he couldn't find anywhere else.

'Of course I did,' you say, looking up at him with your big, pleading eyes. 'I need you to take care of me, König.' Your voice is almost a whisper, your ears flattening against your head as you speak.

He knows exactly what you mean. Your heat has been causing you discomfort, and you only find relief when he takes care of you. Without another word, he leads you to the living room and sits you down on the couch. You immediately snuggle up against him, your body hot against his.

'Where does it hurt, baby?' he asks, running his hand through your soft, furry hair. You lean into his touch, a contented purr escaping your lips.

'Here,' you say, pointing to your lower abdomen. He gently massages the area, feeling the tension in your muscles start to ease. You let out a sigh of relief, your head resting on his shoulder.

He keeps rubbing your stomach for a few more minutes before you suddenly bolt upright. 'Head rubs, please,' you demand, looking at him with pleading eyes.

He can't help but laugh at your sudden change in demeanor. 'Of course, my dear,' he says, moving his hands to massage your head now. You close your eyes and lean into his touch, a small smile gracing your lips.

'You're the best, König,' you whisper, your voice full of gratitude. He continues to rub your head, enjoying the peaceful moment with you.

As the night goes on, you continue to demand his attention, whether it's through cuddles, head rubs, or just following him around the apartment. But he doesn't mind. In fact, he loves taking care of you and giving you all the love and affection you crave.

And as you both fall asleep in each other's arms, he knows that even in your heat, you're still the most beautiful and loving creature he's ever known.

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victoryverse · 29 days

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Hiii! I've had an idea pop into my head, but maladaptive daydreaming only gets me so far, and i cant write for my life, sadly :( ive turned to the great authors of tumblr, id live to see how u'd interpret it!

How would 141 (either poly or like any of them, im not fussy 《huge Gaz fan tho》 take ur pick) to a reader (preferably fem) who like doesn't make any noise in bed? Like could be having the most earth shattering orgasm but not a single moan. Would they see it as like a challenge to compete to see who could get her to make a noise?

You can feel the weight of his body pressing down on yours, his lips crashing against yours with an eagerness that sends a shiver down your spine. Gaz's hands wander over your body, eliciting moans from you as they trace over every sensitive spot.

He pulls back slightly, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, 'Make some noise for me, love.'

Your heart races at his words, knowing that he is determined to make you break your silence. But you can't help it – it's just the way you are, quiet and reserved in bed.

Gaz's hand slips down between your legs, his fingers tracing lightly over your wet heat. He leans in close, his lips brushing against yours as he murmurs, 'I want to hear you scream my name.'

His words send a jolt of electricity through you, and you can feel yourself starting to unravel under his touch. His fingers move expertly, finding all the right spots that make you weak and breathless. And still, you can't bring yourself to make a sound.

Gaz's lips trail down your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin. 'Come on, babe,' he whispers, his voice dripping with desire. 'I know you can do it. Just let go for me.'

You try to hold back the moans that are threatening to spill from your lips, but Gaz's skilled fingers and sinful mouth are too much for you to resist. He presses harder against your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You can't hold it in any longer – a loud moan tears from your lips, surprising even yourself.

'That's it, baby,' Gaz groans, his own control starting to slip as he moves faster and harder within you. 'Let me hear how good I make you feel.'

Your moans become more frequent now, the pleasure coursing through you as Gaz's thrusts become more urgent and desperate. You can't contain yourself any longer, and you start to scream his name over and over as you ride out your orgasm.

Gaz follows right after, his own release washing over him as he collapses against your trembling body. The room is filled with your ragged breaths and his satisfied groans, a symphony of pleasure and passion.

As you both catch your breath, Gaz turns to you with a satisfied smirk. 'See?' he says, running his hand through your hair. 'That wasn't so hard, was it?'

You laugh breathlessly, feeling a sense of liberation and freedom that you've never experienced before in bed. 'No, it wasn't,' you reply, a newfound confidence filling you. 'And I have a feeling it won't be hard to make some noise from now on.'

Gaz grins wickedly, pulling you in for another kiss. 'I can't wait to put that theory to the test.' And with that, he sets off on a mission to make you scream his name all night long.

~~~

feedback and requests are always welcome!

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victoryverse · 29 days

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You were just going about your day at work, mindlessly typing away on your computer when you heard a knock on your office door. You turn to see none other than Simon Riley standing there, his signature smirk plastered on his face.

'Hi there, darling,' he purrs, sauntering into your office and closing the door behind him.

'Simon? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be out going to the gym--or something?' you ask, trying to keep your cool even though your heart is racing at the sight of him.

'I had some free time and I couldn't resist the opportunity to see you,' he replies, his voice low and seductive.

You can feel the heat pooling between your legs, knowing exactly what he means by 'seeing' you. Simon has been your secret crush ever since you joined the team, but you never had the guts to act on it. But now, with him standing in front of you, all thoughts of professionalism and boundaries go out the window.

'What do you have in mind?' you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

'I was thinking we could have a little fun in here,' he says, gesturing to your office.

Before you can say anything, he grabs your hand and pulls you towards him, crashing his lips onto yours in a fierce, passionate kiss. You moan into his mouth, melting into his touch as his hands roam all over your body. You can feel his hard muscle against your chest and it only heightens the desire burning within you.

'You are so fucking beautiful,' he growls, breaking the kiss and trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

Your hands tangle in his hair as you arch your back, giving him better access. His hands make their way under your skirt, teasingly brushing against your inner thighs before slipping inside your panties. You moan at the feeling of his fingers sliding against your wet folds, his touch sending electric shocks through your body.

'Do you want me, baby?' he whispers in your ear, his fingers circling your clit.

'Yes, god yes,' you gasp, unable to contain yourself any longer.

Without another word, he picks you up and places you on your office table, spreading your legs wider. He looks at you with dark, hungry eyes before diving down and burying his face between your thighs. The sensation is intense and almost too much to handle as he expertly licks and sucks on your clit.

'Fuck, Simon!' you cry out, gripping onto his hair as he continues his assault on your pussy.

He hums against you, sending vibrations that make you teeter on the edge. The sounds of his tongue flicking against your clit and your moans fill the office, making the whole experience even hotter.

'I want you to come for me, (Y/N),' Simon commands, his voice filled with desire.

And with one final flick of his tongue, you explode, your whole body shaking as you ride out your orgasm. Simon doesn't let up, continuing to suck and lick until you're spent and begging him to stop.

He stands up, a smug look on his face as he watches you catch your breath. 'You taste even better than I imagined,' he says, before pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss.

'I want to fuck you now, (Y/N). I've been imagining this for so long,' he says, his voice rough with need.

You nod eagerly, wanting him just as badly. He quickly strips off your clothes and his own, revealing his chiseled body and rock-hard cock. Without any hesitation, he thrusts into you, filling you up completely. You moan at the feeling of him inside you, his movements forceful and relentless.

'Harder, Simon,' you beg, your nails digging into his back.

He obliges, his thrusts becoming faster and more powerful. The table shakes under the force of his movements, but you couldn't care less. All that matters is the pleasure he's giving you and the intense connection you feel with him.

'You're so fucking tight, (Y/N). I can't hold on much longer,' he grunts, his grip on your hips tightening.

You feel your second orgasm building, knowing that he's close too. With one final thrust, you both climax together, shouting each other's names as you ride out the waves of pleasure.

After you both catch your breath, Simon helps you off the table and kisses you once more.

'I always knew you were a wild one, (Y/N),' he says, a satisfied smirk on his face.

'And I always knew you were a filthy fuck, Simon,' you reply, grinning back at him.

You quickly get dressed and straighten up your office, trying to act casual as you head back to work for the rest of the day. But every time you catch Simon's eye, you both know that you share a dirty little secret that no one else will ever know.

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all requests and feedback are always welcome.

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victoryverse · 1 month

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stop sending these fart requests you--🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

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victoryverse · 1 month

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"you know i won't get sick, right? I'm not as fragile as you are"

he teases you, feeding you another spoonful of the chicken soup he has made for you. he rarely cooks complete meals: you're there by his side, and he is assisting you. but he listened to you while you told him how to, and it turned out pretty good.

"uh, you're not some permanently immune person. you can get sick too" You roll your eyes, and he shakes his head.

"one kiss wouldn't hurt. plus, there's nothing a tiny cold can do to my body"

"sure. remember that when you're curled in bed, too tired to even move a muscle. and when I'll be feeding you soup."

he shakes his head, muttering a "never gonna happen" under his breath.

to his bad luck, it does. turns out, he kissed you a little too much, and he got sick too.

now you're sitting on the side of the bed, while he's curled up like a ball, the bin beside the bed full of tissues.

"though y'were immune" you tease, and he eyes you.

"i am. it's just--just a tiny inconvenience. I'm not sick"

"sure, big guy. tell that to your blocked nose and aching muscles"

he tries to grab you, but you get up quickly.

"hey! you want a chest rub or not?" you threaten him.

"i do" he answers, pouting like a baby.

"then be a good boy for me"

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victoryverse · 1 month

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Why is fart on your list?

because it's my list, i can add whatever I want 😒

#my ask

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victoryverse · 1 month

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What’s necrophillia?

google search, babe

#my ask

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victoryverse · 1 month

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can't get over the fact that most of the cod men would feel unworthy of love 😭 like they believe god hates them because they have done such crimes, even if it's for the military. they would feel so unworthy and unloved, wishing that no one loves them because no one deserves to have a criminal as their lover, believing that they don't deserve to be happy, or even smile 😭😭

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victoryverse · 1 month

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LIMITS/WHAT I WON'T WRITE

these are some things i am uncomfortable writing, so refrain from requesting this in general

gore

scat/pee/farts/vomit

beastiality

necrophilia

incest/p3dophilia

i might add more to this list!

#tw

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victoryverse · 1 month

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Can I request reader and Simon having sex and as Simon starts saying he’s close, a fart slips out of him

won't do this, sorry

#my ask

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victoryverse · 1 month

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thinking about simon thrusting his fingers in and out of you at an unforgiving pace, your mouth hung open as wet squelching noises filll the room.

"aah, oh fuck, fuck si-fuck me-" falls from your lips continuously like a prayer, and he smirks, curling his fingers just a lil' bit more to do deeper and get the angle that has you turning into a puddle.

his fingertips brush against your sweet spot, toes curling as an orgasm takes over, and you squirt all over the place. wetness flows out of your quivering hole with each thrust in, making a mess everywhere.

and then when you;re done, he would pull those fingers out, shoving them into your mouth, making you choke on them. making you taste yourself on your tongue, while spreading your pussy lips apart with his other hand and seeing how swollen you are for him...fuck!

#call of duty #call of duty x reader #cod #call of duty smut #ghost cod #ghost fanfiction #cod smut #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader

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victoryverse · 1 month

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Hmm...i have this messy scenario where reader and Simon are like enemy/rival to each other—well actually it's only from Simon's side since he has crush on reader without him realizing it and he also doesn't know how to act regarding his feeling so yeah Simon being Simon—he acted like a jerk to his crush. And reader actually has no clue nor idea why Simon hates them, not to mention he always throw that distasteful glance to reader. So one day on a mission, Simon and reader end up as duo and when they are taking a break in a safehouse, there's only one bottle of water left. They kinda fight for it and it's obvious that Simon would win, so he chugs down almost whole bottle. Before he really finishes, Simon pulls reader's collar and kisses them while also pouring the water down to their mouth. It may extends into long short makeout session depends on Simon's true intention at the time :))

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rivals*

warnings: cursing, hate feeling, smut towards the end, kissing! 🙈

The tension between Simon and you had been simmering beneath the surface for weeks, like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment. From the moment you had been assigned as partners on missions, it was clear that there was an unspoken rivalry brewing between you, fueled by snide remarks and competitive banter.

Today was no different. As you found yourselves holed up in a safehouse during a particularly grueling mission, the atmosphere crackled with an intensity that was hard to ignore. The air was thick with unspoken words, and the only sound was the faint hum of the ventilation system.

You sat across from each other, both exhausted from the day's events, but neither willing to break the silence. The tension between you was suffocating, and you wished desperately for a distraction to break the ice.

Finally, unable to bear the silence any longer, you spoke up, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, this is cozy, isn't it? Two sworn enemies forced to share a safehouse. What could possibly go wrong?"

Simon's lips curled into a sneer as he met your gaze, his eyes cold and calculating. "Oh, I don't know, maybe you could try not getting in my way for once. That would be a nice change of pace."

You rolled your eyes, refusing to let his barbs get under your skin. "Please, Simon, like you're the picture of efficiency. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to sabotage our mission."

Simon's jaw clenched, his expression darkening with anger. "Funny, coming from the one who can't seem to follow orders without screwing up."

The words stung, but you refused to let him see how much they affected you. Instead, you shot back with a cutting remark of your own. "At least I don't let my ego get in the way of doing my job. Unlike some people I know."

Simon's eyes narrowed, his fists clenching at his sides. "Watch it, Y/N, or you might find yourself on the wrong end of my fist."

You scoffed, unimpressed by his empty threats. "Please, Simon, we both know you couldn't hit the broad side of a barn if your life depended on it."

The tension between you reached a boiling point, the air practically crackling with animosity. You both knew that this was a battle neither of you could win, but neither of you were willing to back down.

Just then, Simon reached for the last remaining bottle of water, his hand closing around it possessively. Your eyes widened in surprise, realizing that you were both reaching for it simultaneously.

"Hey, that's mine," you protested, trying to snatch it from his grasp.

Simon's lips curled into a smirk as he held the bottle just out of your reach. "Finders keepers, loser weepers," he taunted, his tone dripping with arrogance.

You scowled, feeling a surge of frustration coursing through you. "You can't be serious. We're supposed to be partners, Simon."

But Simon didn't seem to care. Instead, he twisted the cap off the bottle and took a long, exaggerated swig, relishing in your annoyance.

Before you could protest further, he leaned across the table, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck as he pulled you towards him. Your eyes widened in shock, your breath catching in your throat as his lips crashed against yours.

For a moment, you were too stunned to react, your mind struggling to process what was happening. But then, as the shock wore off, you found yourself melting into the kiss, your body responding instinctively to his touch.

Simon's lips were surprisingly soft against yours, his kiss filled with a raw intensity that sent shivers down your spine. You could taste the water on your lips, little drops pouring from his mouth into yours, that made the moment even more hotter.

As the kiss deepened, you felt Simon's other hand sliding down your chest, his touch sending sparks of electricity coursing through your veins. You knew you should pull away, that this was wrong on so many levels, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop. Not when he kissed you like that.

It was as if all the pent-up tension between you had finally reached its breaking point, and now, there was no turning back. You found yourself surrendering to the heat of the moment, allowing yourself to get lost in the sensation of Simon's lips against yours.

But just as quickly as it had begun, the kiss was over, leaving you breathless and bewildered. Simon pulled away, his eyes dark with desire as he looked at you, his expression unreadable.

For a moment, you simply stared at each other, both of you shocked. And then, as if on cue, the reality of the situation came crashing down around you.

"What… what was that?" you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Simon's expression softened, a hint of regret flickering in his eyes. "I… I don't know," he admitted, his voice barely audible over the sound of your racing heartbeats. "I just… I couldn't stand the thought of you being mad at me anymore."

You blinked in surprise, the pieces of the puzzle suddenly falling into place. So that was it – all this time, Simon had been acting like a jerk because he couldn't deal with his own feelings for you.

A wave of sympathy washed over you and you reached out, tentatively placing a hand on his arm.

"I didn't realize," you murmured, your voice soft with compassion. "I had no idea you felt that way."

Simon looked at you, his gaze searching yours for any sign of rejection. But all he found was warmth and acceptance, a silent invitation. The hate and regret was melting into something else, and soon, he pulled his lips back on yours, his ahds gripping your waist harshly and pulling you on him completely.

You straddled his thigh, his rough hands grabbing handfuls of your flesh and moans spilling from your lips as she grabbed an spanked your ass.

"Simon, oh godd--"

Your words remained lodged in your throat, as he flipped you over, making you lay down on the floor and gripping your bulletproof jacket, pulling it off you. He pulled the intercom too, and you gasped as he began undoing your belt.

"But, but si--the mission?" you asked, your voice ragged and breathless.

"Fuck the mission. All I want to concentrate on is you and this tight little pussy of yours"

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victoryverse · 1 month

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Sunshine, you're back!!!

YES! hi! :))

#my ask

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victoryverse · 1 month

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just wanna let u know that u really are special!!! LOVE YA 🩵

STOP NO, YOU'RE SPECIAL TOO! thank you baby! 🙈🙈

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victoryverse · 1 month

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Omgggg your writing 😍🫶🏻

saw this almost a month later! so sorry 😭😭

thank you! you're so sweet ✨✨❤️❤️

#my ask

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https://x.com/ivintage1/status/1761512722536034696?s=46

Ok can u do this with sugar daddy!price

Hopefully the link works🤞

As Konig sat in his luxurious leather chair, sipping on a glass of expensive scotch, he couldn't help but feel a sense of boredom wash over him. He had everything a man could ever want – money, power, and a stunning young woman by his side. But even with all of his riches, he craved something more. Something that would ignite a fire within him and make him feel alive.

Just then, his sugar baby, Y/N, walked into the room, her long legs adorned in a pair of black stilettos that made her look even more irresistible. She sauntered over to him with a mischievous glint in her eye, knowing exactly how to push his buttons.

"Is something wrong, my dear Konig?" she purred, running her fingers through his dark hair.

Konig raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her sudden change in demeanor. "Why do you ask, Y/N?"

She smirked, placing one foot in between his legs and rubbing it against his crotch. "I just have a feeling that you're in need of some…entertainment."

Konig's breath hitched in his throat as he felt her foot press against his growing bulge. He couldn't resist the temptation any longer. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto his lap, their lips crashing together in a fiery kiss.

Y/N moaned into his mouth, her hands roaming all over his body. She could feel his arousal through his pants, and it only fueled her desire. She pulled away from the kiss, a devilish grin on her face.

"I think it's time we took this to the bedroom," she whispered, standing up and taking his hand in hers.

Konig eagerly followed her, his mind already racing with all the filthy things he wanted to do to her. As soon as they entered the bedroom, Y/N pushed him onto the bed and straddled his waist, her stilettos still on.

She leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Do you like it when I tease you, Konig? When I push my feet in between your thighs and make you ache for me?"

He groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "Yes, I love it. I love it when you tease me, Y/N."

She giggled, grinding her hips against his, causing a delicious friction between them. "Well, get ready for more, because I'm going to tease you until you can't take it anymore."

With that, she slowly removed her stilettos, letting them drop to the floor with a thud. She then grinded her hips once more, seeing his reaction as his cock leaked in his pants.

Without warning, Konig flipped her over onto her back and ripped off her dress, revealing her lacy black lingerie. He wasted no time in tearing it off, his mouth immediately latching onto her breasts and sucking on her hard nipples.

She arched her back, pushing her chest to his face and he responded by grabbing her boobs, groping and squeezing them as he kissed down her back, biting and nibbling at the soft skin.

She couldn't take the teasing anymore, her clit was buzzing with excitement and leaking arousal. She grabbed his hair, making him look into her eyes.

"Fuck me, Konig," she gasped, her voice dripping with need. "Fuck me like you mean it."

That was all it took for Konig to lose control. He slammed into her with a force that almost made her see stars. He gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her skin as he pounded into her relentlessly.

Y/N's moans turned into screams as she felt herself being pushed over the edge. She could feel Konig's release approaching as well, his thrusts becoming more erratic and desperate.

"Come for me, Y/N," he growled, his voice filled with lust. "Come for me, my filthy little baby."

And with one final thrust, they both reached their climax, their bodies trembling in ecstasy. They collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweaty, but completely satisfied.

As they lay there, tangled in each other's limbs, Konig couldn't help but think that this was exactly what he needed – a little bit of teasing and a whole lot of filth.

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