You're ex-boyfriend is an asshole, so you decided to fuck his hot military dad instead. You're going to find out why his first wife ran as fast as she did, very soon - but Konig is still the best dick that ever happened to you.
CW: Daddy kink(obvi), power imbalance, possessive Konig, perverted Konig, age gap(Reader in her early twenties, Konig in his early forties), mentions of cheating(your ex is a douchebag anyway), slightly obsessive Konig, size kink, unprotected sex.
FIRST PART (can be read separately) AO3
â Why your wife left you, again?Â
You stuff your face full ofâŠsomething. He cooked it â gods did he cook it well. Itâs meat and vegetables and spices, and it feels like your dad cooking but twice as good. It feels like pure sin because he says you shouldnât worry about calorie counts or how fat the meat is, or how good everything tastes fried because he needs his special girl to feel good and healthy and fatten up a little bit, and youâŠgods, youâre down. Bad.Â
You wonder if Königâs wife left because she couldnât compete with his cooking. You wonder if his wife left because he was feeding her too good.Â
â Why donât we leave uneasy questions for later, Schatzi?Â
He brushes his hand over your hair, taking in the way you look â dressed up in his shirt, skin covered in bites and bruises from his hold. He canât see it right now but can almost testify to the way your lipstick was all over his collar â good thing he wasn't wearing his uniform shirt, wouldnât want to make dorks from Kobra jealous.Â
He brings you another plate, he fills your glass â you never knew beer could taste this good, but he whispered something about having his own little homemade brewery for wine and beer somewhere in the mountains, in his Summer house. This man has a hug apartment in Vienna and a Summer house â you think you heard him having enough land to go hunting and to keep bees, and you might have cum a little bit just here and there.Â
â I would like to know the story, actually. To not repeat her mistakes, you know.Â
â You wonât, Liebling. I can already picture you with a ring on your pretty finger.Â
â Not so fast. Maybe I donât believe in marriage.Â
â Youâre too young to stop believing in it.Â
â Way to talk when youâre the divorced one, sir.Â
â Shut it, Schatzen. I can still take care of a good girl like you, ja? König leans in to kiss you, his lips brushing over your mouth â itâs wet and swollen, he bite you quite a few times already, and you feel dizzy just from the way his tongue lingers just a second before going in, taking your arousal even more. His hand gently brushes some hair from your face and you giggle from the sensation of his rough fingers on the softness of your skin. It never failed to mesmerize you, just how seasoned and old the colonel might be â and his hands would still tremble as if he is handling the finest porcelain doll in his hands. He has the expression of an anxious, devoted follower â you are not sure how his wife could left him. If he was looking at you like this every day, even as you go through with pregnancy and a piece of shit kid like Paul, you would die before leaving him.Â
â Could you two please stop fucking each other?Â
â I thought you wanted to move to dorms.
â This is my house too!
â Not on the documents, itâs not. â You canât just throw me away, dad! â Your new stepmom needs her space.Â
König grasps your shoulder as you try to stop them from arguing again â itâs embarrassing enough that youâre fucking your exâs dad. Colonel makes it a whole fucking show, parading you around as his controversially young girlfriend, making sure that his son will hear your moans and whimpers as you get fucked at every surface of this apartment. You were wondering if you could ask him to move to the Summer house â even with your college and all. You can take a gap year and write a journalist investigation about lonely veterans and their mastery at brewing alcohol. You can take a gap year and try your best in the new trophy wife gig. Königâs hand is firm on your shoulder â you know better than to try and argue with him, the silent recognition of authority loud in your head. You sigh, trying your best to just stop yourself from acting too damn weird. Itâs their male thing, and youâre just an intruder in a big T-shirt and old leggings. König said it wasnât his wifeyâs â that he burned all of her stuff when she left. Somehow, you find peace in that statement.Â
â How could you evenâŠJesus fucking Christ, this is disgusting. She is my age! â And the most beautiful girl in the world. I can see why you liked her. â She is my girlfriend! â Schatzi came to me in distress and begged me to take her. I think we both knew you werenâtâŠthe best option. You feel more embarrassed with each second of their conversation. You donât want to listen, you donât want to take in their words, you feel like a trophy being discarded between two different winners. You feel like a prized mare on a farm â and they wonât even look at you. Too distracted by the sound of their voices, you eat your dinner in somewhat somber peace because you need to eat, after all, and you really like what König cooks. You like what König does most of the time. All of the time.Â
Paul storms off the room after a few minutes of bickering. You feel guilty for not stopping him because he was still kinda your boyfriend. You ex-boyfriend. Your asshole incel-ish ex-boyfriend whose assholless literally made you go and sleep with his dilfy dad, andâŠgod, you feel like a whore. Good. Paul was calling you a whore a lot of the time, you may as well take the new name and plaster it in your new badge.Â
Königâs hand lingers on your back, caressing it gently. You whimper because you feel bad and youâre still in college, and Paulâs disgusted reaction reminds you that fucking a guy in his forties isnât the best business decision. Even if the said guy is a retired colonel with shitload of money, even if he still goes to work sometimes, just because he wants to feel cool and shoot guns at bad guys, even if this guy buys you cool gifts and he promised to renovate your car or buy you a new one, and he makes plans and takes you to places that donât make you feel like begging for attention.Â
If anything, you feel like he is drowning you with attention.Â
His hand lets go of your shoulder â he was holding you so tight the whole conversation, you can sense the bruises forming on your skin. You lick your lips, and he moves to kiss you again. You feel like drowning, you feel like this is all just a dream â and youâre also drunk because gods, König knows how to make a good glass ofâŠsomething.Â
â You shouldnât act like this. He is your son.Â
He laughs dismissingly. He dismisses a lot of things you said â you think itâs the age difference. You think he is just being traditional, and you donât want to be too nagging. You donât want to end up like his wife and wake up from the dear youâve been seeing.Â
Königâs lips are soft, and you can look past his hands, taking you too possessively â you can close your eyes, and you can just listen to his accent, smiling as his tongue worms its way into your mouth. He is good, you think â at this whole kissing thing. At this whole âHi there, Iâm a retired old dog and I am fucking the girlfriend of my only son. Iâm divorced btwâ .
He has experience â you know it when he tucks your lip between his teeth, when he massages your shoulders as you spread your legs already, so wet for him, itâs almost embarrassing. You never slept much with Paul â his poor excuse of a son â it was always never enough lube, it was always never enough attention, he always needed you to shave or to leave your hair to grow a little bit, it was either your perfume being too sweet or you no wearing anything at all. You thought he would have much more fun masturbating to his anime chicks and poor gaming sessions with his friends.Â
But König isnât like this â every time he drops on his knees to eat you out like a man starving, you feel utter and complete devotion. In his tongue, in his mouth, in his teeth as he sucks little marks into your thighs, making sure you will remember it tomorrow when he will ask you to stay for breakfast and then ride you to whatever you need to come next. Last time he promised to drive you to the library, he took a few turns and took you to some restaurant instead. You gushed about not having proper attire, he was still in his half-uniform and rocking dark cargo pants, and he was apologizing every time his fingers hit that special spot in your cunt as he fingered you during the second course of meals. He said that he was so, sorry about not fucking you properly, about having to resort to public displays like this â and you were too high on loving him to care. You still are. â I donât think we should beâŠ
â He left. Wonât bother us anymore.Â
â Iâm not in the mood right now.Â
â Youâre always in the mood, Schatzen. Enough to drive me crazy. â Youâre a pervert. Like Paul.Â
â He takes on after his father, ja?
It would alarm you how much contempt he had for his own child right now. Then, again, you were the one who dumped his son for the powerhouse of a dad. Maybe it was your daddy issues, maybe it was your dumb reasoning and the summer break that you didnât want to spend with your family. Good thing youâre spending it with the other.Â
Königâs face is buried between your legs, his teeth tugging on the soft fabric, forcing your leggings down. God, it feels good â he is so high on wanting you, canât even wait to take off your clothes properly. You never had a man wanting you so badly before â itâs addicting, itâs crushing, it makes you feel like a goddess among men. Makes you feel wanted, a thing that your ex never did.Â
You forget about guilt when he kisses your lower tummy, when his lips trace down to your cunt, taking sharp licks through your panties. You wore them this morning, something from a new lacy set he bought â one of the only ones that werenât torn off from your body the moment you took them on. He always wanted you to make these little fashion shows for him, making good use of his money â you werenât a sugar baby, not on paper, you still clutched to the last traces of your dignity, but he did buy you a lot of gifts.Â
â Sâ pretty for me, Liebling. The prettiest girl in the world.
â I assume afterâŠaf..ter your wife.Â
You giggle when he frowns, his rugged face filled with concern. He doesnât like jokes about his marriage â you donât want to ask him about it because it would mean waking up from a dream you want to experience over and over again, but you heard what Paul was talking about. What his mom told him about. you heard enough to know that kissing a man like König is a safety hazard and a liability that you canât afford, but itâs warm, and he is rich, and you donât want to go back to your part-time job this season. You want to be dumb and you want to be young â right now, youâre doing both. â Donât be so dumb, Schatzi. Although it suits you.Â
â Iâm not dumb!Â
â Nein, youâre not. Just silly.Â
â You just call me a different type of dumb.Â
â I like it when youâre dumb. Makes you cuter.Â
König is awkward and funny, and he buys you things that you could never afford. He is mysterious and kind â to you, not his enemies â and he uses German words randomly in his phrases because he knows the accent, and the pronunciation drives you crazy. You never thought of thinking of yourself as a dilf hunter but, hell, here you are. With his dark ginger stubble â and grey streaks that make you go wild every time you look at him â between your thighs. Itâs tickling, and itâs a bit irritating, and he will rub some calming lotion in your skin after this, making sure to cover every inch of your skin with some expensive cream that he knows jackshit about, but you wanted it, and so he went out and bought it. Gosh, you felt dumb even asking him for this.Â
He traces his kisses along your thighs, tongue lingers to press against your wet, swollen folds. Flirting in front of Paul made you embarrassingly hot, solidifying you as a shitty, bad, horny person who needs fat cock stuffed in your leaking pussy. You lick your lips, and you tremble when he pushes his tongue inside. He is starving, pushy with all of his needs â makes you almost beg for it, like a pet he took from the street.Â
â I want to take you to the Summer house next week.Â
You open your eyes, shocked. Itâs nothing, really, you shouldnât be this surprised about him wanting to show off his other properties. You want to check out his wine cellar and how sturdy the furniture is. You want to see if he had deers running around the house. If he had any pictures of his family â and if you could ever hope to compete with his ex-wife. Itâs a petty competition, but you donât have much to do and to think about. Itâs obvious the love here wonât last until the end of the break, and you want to get as much from it as possible. Maybe even some hot bikini picks at his pool. He has to have one. â What if I have plans, sir?Â
Itâs innocent and you play the role well. You think some of your friends wanted to hang out or make a study group for the upcoming semester. You are a good girl at heart, with nice grades and a perfectly played-out future, and not as many working opportunities as you may like, but you could manage with something. Writing a killer essay about your life with a smoke show during Summer would be easy with someone like him.Â
He laughs, his hand lightly smacks your butt. You bite your lip and whimper, not accustomed to pain feeling this good.Â
â You will change them, little one. For the whole Summer.Â
â I wanted to study.Â
You moan when he lightly presses his tongue on your swollen clit, kissing and licking it. Slick runs down your legs, and he collects it with his mouth. You whimper again, tears prickling at the edge of your eyes â the sensation is sudden and overwhelming, makes you get your hands in his hair and slightly tug. He groans, pleasure from having you so active, so participating is overwhelming. He loves you, loves you, loves you, adores you. God, youâre beautiful. And so, so restrained â just his special good girl. Only for him. â You can study at our house.Â
â You mean you and your exâs house.Â
He smacks you again for the foul language â although you know you didnât even curse, he is still punishing you. In the lightest way possible, of course, you know you wonât handle anything too harsh â still, you feel nice and warm when he isnât just eating you out, but also smacks you for speaking in such unpretty words again.Â
You donât even register the way he called the house yours too. All too dumb for this, again.Â
â I mean our house, Schatzen. Just you and your daddy, ja? You worry too much about studying.Â
â I want a nice job. WithoutâŠdistractions.Â
He slips one finger in your warm, tight hole â even just one digit is enough to make you shiver, clenching it like a sloppy whore. He is big in every way â just two of his fingers are bigger than a normal cock, and no, you didnât want to compare a son with his father, but even Paulâs cock, as big as it was, was still way thinner than his fatherâs.Â
â Why you need a job?Â
â Not everyone are retired military. I need money.Â
â You have me.Â
â I dâŠdonât want to be a sugar baby. Sir.Â
â I have no problems with being your daddy, Schatzen.
König is build like a powerhouse â when he slips just the tip into you, ignoring all previous preparation because, by god, you both need to feel connected, he is dragging you on top of the table, tossing aside the dirty dishes with remains of his perfectly cooked dinnerâŠand you feel like home. Almost.Â
You imagine waking up with his cock every morning, and with the nice cup of coffee only he can make. You imagine him gushing about rebuilding the house and working on his tight and neat desk job at the mercenary company â something about instructing, dumb recruits, only the most elite missions as an operator in retirement, creating strategies and tactics for the warfare â and thinking that, wow, your husband is really cool. You shouldnât be thinking this because this is just a summer fling. Your relationships with Paul werenât too serious either, you just didnât want to be alone.Â
König gently caresses your fingers, whispering something about numbers â you think you could recognize the word for a ring a bit later when he was making a call to some friend. In German, of course, you donât quite understand it, but you worm your warm on his lap like a spoiled cat, purring on his crotch like a good fucking girl. But it was a while later.Â
Now, youâre gasping and panting, his cock spreading you open and stuffing you like the poor bird he was cooking for dinner. You know you wonât be able to walk after a short while â would probably have to spend the day at his house, with him cooing and gushing about your sore body while he is quietly proud of himself. If youâre lucky, you could convince him to let you go in the evening. If youâre not, he will ask you to stay the night, and maybe even a bit more, and then he will just get the bag with your stuff from your room in the dorm by himself, and then⊠â What do you think about getting married in August?
Maybe, you do know why his wife left him.Â
Summary: After saving Felix, you find yourself wondering why he is suddenly ignoring after he kissed you. Thanks to Pan's odd advice, you decide to take matter in your own hands
It was a usual day, birds chirping, the sun shining, boys playing dangerous and murderous games. You sighed, fanning yourself with your hands; it was hotter than usual so the boys decided to go to the beach. Of course the only one being grumpy about it was Felix. When you thought about it, the second in command never participated in those peaceful activities. He was always the first when it came to violence. He rarely joined the usual activities. It was incredible he was there, and you wondered why. Usually he would avoid big crowds.
Sitting on a rock with your trusty sword at your side, you observed the other boys playing around, splashing themselves and stupidly trying to play fight. You didn't feel comfortable taking off your clothes and being in only undergarments amongst the other older boys. Felix wasn't even in the water too: he was across from you. You thought you caught him staring at you,but it was probably a trick of mind.
You relaxed and started to lay down, feeling the warmth of the sun, which was very comfortable. You may have fallen asleep, but someone shook you out of it. You opened your eyes, confused and annoyed. You just wanted to rest and take a nap.
"What?" You groaned, when you realized it was a young lost boy, panic spread all over his face..
"Felix was taken by mermaids!" The boy shouted into your ears in such a high pitched tone that it made you flinch. One day, you would end up deaf.
"I don't see the problem: you guys told me you hated Felix." You replied with a shrug, and it was true. Boys easily opened up to you and their hatred for the second in command was something they had in common. For yourself you never really found a bond to him. He was cold, not necessarily rude, yet distant.
"Yes but⊠if Pan knows we did nothing to save him, he's going to literally roast us." He shuddered, and you knew it was not an empty threat. Pan could do that. "You're the best swimmer out of everyone!"
"Oh my god, okay, I will go but stop yelling!" You groaned and rose to your feet.
You only knew one cave that the mermaids actually lived in: you never went there but Pan did tell you about it. So you started there, hoping to find the second in command and to bring him home quickly. God you hated rescue missions. Everyone always turned to you to help them. But it was also the only exciting thing you could do on the island, being a girl you didn't have much choice but to do chores and play mother with the boys.
You sighed as you finally found the hole leading to the cave, and you could hear giggles from it. You wondered what the mermaids were doing to Felix, probably braiding his hair and putting flowers in it? It could be funny, you loved to see the blond haired boy embarrassed. He was always so serious, which was a contrast to Pan who was always goofy and childish.
You started to crawl into the hole, cursing as you felt your thin clothes ripping on the rocks. Even your hands started bleeding. He better repay me for this!
It was getting tighter and tighter and you wondered if it was a good idea to have come running after Felix like that. You shouldn't have done it. It was a stupid idea. But why did you immediately jump to your feet? This wasnât like yourself, you were a very careful girl, always sketching a plan before jumping into the action.
You recalled the moments when you were alone with him, it was pretty rare. You always ended up in trouble somehow but always found your ways out of it. Also you didn't know why Pan always teamed you two up for heavy chores and missions. Perhaps he trusted you? Yeah, that was the only way you could see it.
You yelled as you suddenly fell on the hard ground, the giggling and laughing immediately stopped. You raised your head and saw a couple of mermaids circling Felix who looked pretty fine but also bored. And indeed, the mermaids made a flower and shell crown on his head.
You started laughing uncontrollably, as the mermaids stared at you in disbelief. Felix blushed in embarrassment and looked away, frowning.
"It's not funny!" He cried, trying to squirm away from those beasts.
"It is! You look so⊠cute!" You admitted, clutching your stomach as you struggled to breath. You could have died laughing, literally.
"I am not cute! Now kill those bitches before I skin you!"
"Is your mate always this feral?" One of them asked, while caressing the boy's cheek.
"We are not mates!" You both screamed at the same time.
"Too bad⊠Will you care if we drown him then eat him? We haven't had a proper meal in so much timeâŠ" Another one suggested.
"I dare you to touch him." You darkly growled, touching your pommel's sword, glaring at them. "I am pretty quick when it comes to cutting fish."
They hissed at you and pushed the blond haired boy in the water. His hands and feet were tied and you watched, panicked as he sank at the bottom of the sea. The mermaids immediately jumped into the water, quickly followed by you.
You hated fighting into the sea and your hair will take forever to dry. Everything was blurry and you could only see forms around you, circling and scratching your skin. You needed to get Felix out of here first, he wasn't a pretty good swimmer.
You saw him trying to fight against the mermaids. Taking off your dagger, you waved your hands at the bodies who were trying to kill you. Finally, you plunged your dagger into the leader's stomach and you profited from this attack to get the blond haired boy. He was panicking and already breathing water in. Stupid boy.
You brought him as fast as you could to the surface and you realized all the boys were gone. You rolled your eyes at that. You pulled the second in command to you as you walked on the beach, but with his heavy weight, you fell again with a groan.
"Untie me!"
"Oh wow, no "thank you for saving me"?" You smirked as you cut the ropes with your sword. "You owe me a dagger Felix-"
He caught you off guard. But once you realized Felix was kissing you,It instantly warmed you.your heart exploded and your stomach unleashed a million butterflies. Your hands flew to the boy's hair, trying to return the kiss fiercely, but he was just too fast. You almost whined when the blond haired boy suddenly parted away, glancing at you with a dumb look. His cheeks were red too.
"I⊠I am sorry. I don't know what I am doing." He stuttered before leaving you on the beach alone.
The following days, you desperately tried to get Felix's attention, but he didn't give it to you. In fact, he was avoiding you, you were very certain about it: the way his eyes never wandered to your person, even when you were right in front of him! This was so absurd, you just wanted to talk with him about what happened at the hidden beach, after you saved him. You were in your right to do so. You expected explanations and he wasn't giving them.
After another failed attempt, you decided to let some steam off by shooting apples and other mannequins with your bow. At least, you were training, but everything came back to Felix and his stupid cute face. You groaned again, when your arrow flew past a mannequin's head.
"That was pretty awful. Your aim is terrible."
You turned your head and gave a quick greeting nod to Peter Pan as he suddenly appeared from the shadows. You wondered if he knew about the whole situation: he had eyes and ears everywhere on the island. After all, he was the king. Your assumption was correct when Peter started to ask questions about what was going on with Felix. So, you started to tell him everything that had happened after you went to save Felix.
"He kissed me and now he is pretending not to know me!" You explained to Pan angrily, and hitched an arrow on your bow, quickly shooting it in the head of the mannequin. But it didn't bring any satisfaction. "He is always like that!"
"That's Felix, you can't change him."
"That's the problemâŠ"
"Did you like it? The kiss I mean?" Peter asked with a smirk, and you groaned in annoyance, hating his curious side.
"Yes, I liked it a lot." You confessed, feeling your cheeks heating up at the mere mention of it. You were also embarrassed about speaking it openly with the leader of the lost boys.
"You know⊠everyone can tell you like him. And I mean, I do know that he loves you." He sang, appearing at your side and jokingly smacking your cheek. "Do you want me to sing the song?"
"No! Just⊠tell me how to⊠I don't even know what Felix likes!"
"You obviously. Oh and fighting."
"You are not helping." You sighed in frustration and groaned when your arrow didn't hit the target a second time. You just needed Felix to be vulnerable in order to reveal what he truly felt for you. He could just have kissed you because he was happy from not being eaten by mermaids.
At first glance, Felix looked like a boring person. He always was doing the same chores and things over and over again. You knew his routes by heart, you had accompanied him more than once on his walks. But then, when you actually tried to see past his grumpy and asshole like personality, he could be quite pleasant.
You had seen interacting with Pan many times, and sometimes he was happy. He even smiled, which was a rare sight. You needed him to trust you. But you didnât want to wait for all eternity, you wanted to know right now what he felt for you. Thinking about this, your mind started to form a plan: you could lay a trap, a nest or something, trap him when he is walking during his island tour and won't let him go until he reveals something useful. You didnât like that usually, but you also didnât like that he kissed you and pretended it didn't happen. It infuriated you.
So you did what the little voice inside your head murmured: you laid the trap and waited for the sun to rise to see if Felix was going to fall. And he did pretty well.
There was Pan's second in command, raging against net traps. It was awfully ridiculous to watch him struggle against the net. Your giggling made your presence revealed and soon, the blond haired boy started to throw insults at you, demanding to let him go.
"No, I don't think so." You winked at him with a giggle. "You look quite funny up there."
"I will make you pay for this!" He growled, trying to reach for his dagger. You froze when you realized he may have it with him, but by sheer luck, the dumbass forgot it at camp. "Pan is going to scalp you." He threatened, his eyes making holes into your body.
"Actually, I believe he would think it was quite hilarious and will let me go." You approached him and crossed your arms. "Why are you pretending I don't exist?"
"What are you speaking about, woman?" He groaned and tried to tear the net appart.
"I am speaking about the fact I saved your ass from the mermaids, that YOU kissed me and then you left me, and pretended I didn't exist. How do you think I feel about that?"
"I acted upon the moment-"
"Right and you would have kissed a lost boy, right?"
That shut him up. He kept glaring at you, but there was no hate in his gaze. You both stayed silent for a very long time and you started to wonder if you didn't make everything up. Felix could really have kissed you because he believed he was going to die after his encounter with the mermaids.
Yes, surely this was a mistake, but your feelings for him weren't something you made up. They were unfortunately very real. It seemed like it wasn't reciprocated as well. You clicked your tongue with an annoyed sigh, ready to finally let the lost boy go.
"Fine. I like you. Happy?"
You had expected sarcasm coming from him, but you were surprised: he sounded genuinely honest. He had a faint blush on his cheeks and avoided looking at you, not even battling with the trap. Your heart skipped a few beats and you felt the heat in your cheeks, you quickly looked away as well.
Fuck. You were both in love with each other. What a mess.
He could have easily lied to you. And you were already deciding on cutting the ropes so the trap could open. At this height, Felix will fall without damage and you knew he was used to it by climbing and jumping from tree to tree, just like a squirrel.
As you suspected, the blond haired boy landed on the ground just fine and didn't seem very bothered by any pain. Now, you felt like a fool, this was such a very awkward situation. You may have opened your heart to him and now⊠now you felt bothered by your feelings. You didnât know what to do with them, except shoving them down and hopefully forgetting about them.
"(Y/N)."
"Letâs go back. This was stupid." You muttered, ignoring what Felix had said.
"No, wait-!" He stammered, gripping your hand softly. "I am sorry, when I kissed you I just⊠I didnât mean to make you uncomfortable."
"I wasn't uncomfortable, I really liked it." You revealed, still not looking at him.
"You⊠You did? You liked it?!" He sounded very desperate and not believing what you stated, he was still gripping your hand. "So, Peter was right?" He whispered incredulously, but you caught what he said.
"Wait what does Pan have to do with this? Did he speak to you too?!"
"He did. Many times but⊠I don't want to talk about Pan right now." His voice softened and he softly interlocked your hand with his with a blush on his face, but his demeanor completely changed: he looked more confident. He backed you down against a tree. "So, does that mean you like me?"
"I-... I-..." You stuttered, still trying to not look at him, but it was hard, he was very close to your face. "I do." You admitted.
Felix then smiled and leant in. Slower than at the beach, but the kiss felt great. Again, butterflies spread in your stomach and you got hungry for more. Your hand flew to his belt, bringing him instantly closer. Felix released a groan at your motion, but smirked.
"Is it okay if I touch you?" He whispered in your ear, then bit it.
"That's okay." That was even more than okay, in your opinion.
He unbuttoned your shirt quickly, and the cold way immediately brought goosebumps on your skin. He started to kiss your neck, but he was slow, too slow for your own taste. You grabbed his hand and directed near the waistband of your pants.
Felix made a surprised noise, and you wondered if he was going to stop but he didn't. He seemed to get the message. His hands were pretty hot, and he instantly warmed you, by the motion he was doing with his fingers against your underwear. You had difficulty hiding your moans, so Felix kissed you in an attempt to quiet your activities.
You forced yourself to not think about the others, right now you only needed to focus on Felix, just Felix, and no one else. This moment belonged to the two of you only. And you were away from the camp, surely they couldn't hear you.
"I believe you should both get a room⊠or a cave."
You both shrieked and you pushed Felix lightly, separating him from you. Your hands flew to your exposed chest, and you attempted to get yourself together, as Pan laughed, sitting on a boulder, looking down with a smirk.
"That looked like quite the fun."
"You pervert!" You yelled at him, feeling suddenly ashamed and weird. "Were you here the whole time?!"
"Maybe, maybe not. I never reveal my secrets, love." He replied, very amused by the situation. His eyes then wandered to his disheveled second in command. "I was right in guiding both of you into this. Now Felix, I believe you should calm your thing down a little, I don't want the pirates to learn what kind of activities you do with my favorite lost girl."
"I am the only girl here." You muttered as you finished buttoning your shirt.
"And, I don't want you to avoid her."
"Yes, yes, Pan I understood!" Felix groaned, his face red. "I am going to stay here for a little while."
"Then I need you to see what Hook wants, he is back and his mere presence annoys me. Find out what he wants so we can dispose of him." Pan ordered with a strict voice then turned his attention back to you with a soft smile. "Letâs go for a walk, shall we?" He suddenly appeared in front of you and touched your shoulder.
The next thing you knew, you were somewhere else. You didnât recognise the place at all. It was at the edge of the jungle, and you could see Skull Rock in the distance, you also heard the crashing waves against the rocks, so you deduced you were on some sort of a cliff. Turning your head to look more at the landscapes, you came face to face with Pan, who looked a little displeased.
"I didn't expect you to fuck him."
"Why? Disappointed because it's not you?" You quickly replied and glared at him, not enjoying his tone.
"No, but you have to understand: I don't want my second in command hurt." Pan approached you in a threatening manner, and you backed away, toward the edge of a cliff. "Felix is my friend, and I don't want to see him heartbroken. If you break his heart, ever, I will come for you." He finished while you were close to falling to a certain death. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, yes I do!" You cried, really afraid of falling.
"Good."
He gripped you by the arms and threw you on the harsh ground, away from the edge. You took some time to be able to breathe correctly and normally again. You had the fright of your life.
Pan hummed a tune as he started to walk toward the jungle. He paused and then turned to talk to you, as if nothing had happened between the two of you. You hadn't realized he cared that much about Felix...
"Coming?"
"Yeah, yeah..." You said with a shaking breath and slowly stood up, following him through the jungle.
100/10
THEO NOTT BLURBS
nsfw = *
theo giving you a punishment*
theo being mean after a quidditch game
theo just wanting to stay in bed all day
a little enemies to lovers w theo
theo getting jealous
poly!enzo and theo; enzo getting called out*
gryffindor reader x theoïżŒ
mean to everyone but you trope
draco walking in on you and theo*
one bed trope
theo eating fem!reader out*
theo proposing
getting theo a puppy
taking care of sick theo
rough sex with theo*
poly!dragonott*
theo comforting you after getting the dark mark
having to sneak around with theo
theo and you after the battle of hogwarts
always going back to theo*
theo smelling you in his amortentia
poly!enzonott
boobjob with theo*
ravenclaw!reader x theo
late night sex with theo*
high sex with theo*
theo worshiping you
brothers best friend!theo teasing you at dinner* 1.1k celebration
brothers best friend!theo fucking you in the library* 1.1k celebration
fwb!theo getting caught by draco & pansy* 1.1k celebration
sub!theo* 1.1k celebration
best friends brother!theo 1.1k celebration
theo with a corruption kink* 1.1k celebration
mafia!theo*
theo seeing your nipple piercings*ish
more mafia!theo*
sub!theo*
sub!theo with a mommy kink*
Cookies and Cream Pie
Add me please
below you will find the full masterlist for skz kinktober <33 i hope you enjoy !!!
this is the masterlist that will contain alllll the fics !! lmk if u want to be tagged in any/all :)
day 1 - quirofilia x jeongin
day 2 - somno x minho
day 3 - cumplay x hyunjin and felix
day 4 - phone sex and voyeurism x chan and felix
day 5 - dacryphilia x seungmin and minho
day 6 - spit x hyunjin and jisung
day 7 - size kink x jisung and changbin
day 8 - oral fixation x hyunjin and jeongin
day 9 - praise x hyunjin and chan
day 10 - degrade x seungmin, chan, and minho
day 11 - face slapping and spanking x hyunjin and minho
day 12 - bondage x minho and jisung
day 13 - blindfold and temp play x seungmin and felix
day 14 - first time and breeding x chan and jeongin
day 15 - gagging and throatfucking x minho and chan
day 16- dry humping x felix
day 17 - hate fucking and nudes x changbin
day 18 - orgasm denial x cocky jeongin
day 19 - filming, humiliation, and praise x seungmin
day 20 - brat taming x orgasm denial x han
day 21 - pet play x changbin
day 22 - hand job and mutual masturbation x felix
day 23 - facesitting and marking x jisung and felix
day 24 - dirty talk otp and guided masturbation x chan
day 25 - tit and thigh fucking x changbin and felix
day 26 - blindfold and fearplay x jeongin and seungmin
day 27 - over-fingering (multiple fingers???) and squirting x seungmin and jeongin
day 28 - hair pulling and choking x chan and changbin
day 29 - cockwarming x jisung
day 30 - oral fixation and sensory deprivation x hyunjin
day 31, happy halloween !! - ot8 w reader
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note - this was kinda last minute BUT IM SO EXCITED FOR THISSSS. i donât write smut often so this will challenge me a little bit and iâm rly excited !! i also just want to clarify that i will work my hardest to make sure all of these are out on the day they are supposed to be, but pls be patient w me if not đđđŒ i am a full-time uni student w a lotttt of work and a rlyyyy busy schedule but i love writing sm that i just couldnât pass up on kinktober this year. if iâm a little late to some posts, just know they will come and you can always be added to the taglist for it <3
taglist - send me an ask, dm, or reply/reblog this and iâll add u !!
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Because sometimes a kiss on the lips isn't enough.
AN; screaming and kicking my feet fr.
TW; none!
On your forehead
Simon "Ghost" Riley, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, John Price
The corner of your mouth
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin
The crown of your head
Alejandro Vargas, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Philip Graves
On your cheeks
John "Soap" MacTavish, Philip Graves, Alejandro Vargas, Konig
On your wrists
Simon "Ghost" Riley, Philip Graves
On your palms
Konig, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick