#köing

[ramonathinks]

your dad always mentioning his best friend — you’re always hearing stories about him yet he’s never around. you only ever seen the back of his head in photos, and honestly you can barely even remember his name.

so when you’re back from university during the summer and your dad says in passing that his best friend is finally coming down to see him, you don’t think to much of it. just finally glad you’re able to meet the man who your dad is always raving about.

but being back home and away from school, you finally feel a bit more free. you invite a few friends out to a local club, waiting to look cute and just get some drinks.

you weren’t expecting a handsome stranger to be so taken with you. he buys you a drink, he offers you a dance, you can feel just how hard he is against your backside but he doesn’t care. “i want to be a gentleman and not fuck you in the bathroom…” as he speaks the dress you’re wearing is pulled up your hips, the club dimly lit and you can only feel his strong hands trailing up and down your thighs. “but i can hardly hold on any longer. you’re such a beautiful woman, you know that?”

“so i must ask if i can take you to where im saying tonight?” his fingers circle around your panty clothed clit and you squirm, nodding.

the hotel he stays at is only a block away, the walk is almost unbearable with his hot gaze and his hand on the small of your back.

a good look under the bedroom light and you get even wetter, his older handsome face under your dress when he sits you on the bed.

he’s sloppy with it. wetness coating your thighs as he slurps up the wetness you let out. he plays with your clit using his mouth to suck and lick trails up, drawing circles all over. muttering: “sticky little thing.” you try not to squirm to move but you reach down to tug at his hair as he shakes his hand to get more of your juices to coat his face. your thighs shake but he stops: “want you cumin’ on my cock, got that pretty?”

his cock splits you open, you arch your back and move back, he just laughs: “you can take it, cmon.” and even whispers more dirty things in your ear: “cmon baby, this pussy is weeping, don’t you want her to stop crying?”

you stay up all night as he makes you take him over and over again until he can fit himself all the way in. the long drags of his thick cock overwhelming you, your toes curl and when a tear falls from your eyes he makes sure to lick it up, you can’t believe this man is so filthy.

when the morning time comes you hear him on the phone, muttering or rather trying to be a gentleman to let you sleep in. he leaves you a bit of money with a note saying not to think of it as anything, he owes you for making you stay up all night.

you don’t expect to see him again. especially at home, hugging your dear old dad. you don’t expect him to look at you with the same amount as want and need as last night as you shake his hand.

even when breakfast is over, he helps you wash the dishes, saying he wants to get to know you better or so he tells your dad — his best friend. but instead he’s talking to you: “what are we going to do, hm? we can’t tell him, your dad would kill me.”

“my dad would kill both of us. you’re his best friend—”

“and you’re his precious daughter.” his eyes darken as he looks you over, even with you just wearing a tee shirt and jeans he still was packing a hard on. “he can forgive you, he won’t forgive me. im the adult here.”

“im twenty three, im an adult!” you try to argue.

“half my age, i shouldn’t have been been so careless.” he mutters, thinking to himself. “reckless. let’s just make that a one time thing, okay? look at me.”

your body burns in embarrassment as you look up at him, biting your lip and twirling your hair. you liked the way he looked at you, soft warming and inviting eyes.

he says it’s a one time thing until he’s putting his number in your phone. he says it’s a one time thing until he’s fucking you a few times before he leaves. he says it’s a one time thing until he’s taking you on dinners. he says it’s a one time thing even when he’s three months deep into the summer.

he says it’s a one time thing the entirety of his stay and when you’re back on campus, getting ready to sign a lease to a lonely apartment. you realize it’s not a one time thing when he’s pulling up and quickly telling the landlords nevermind for you and he’s giving you keys to a shared place.

“just don’t tell your dad, okay?” he winks.

SHIU KONG, TOJI, MIGUEL, GHOST, KÖNIG

BANNERS BY @/cafekitsune

[thewritersaddictions]

Drabble: Call Of Duty- Love Language

John Price Bravo Six

Prices love language is Words of Affirmation and Quality Time.

Price is constantly writing you little notes out. They're literally stuffed everywhere. In your go-bag (if you work with him) , in your lunch box (If you work outside of military). The amount of long paraghed messages you've recived from him before he's deployed are starting to cause your phone to alert you of it's space issue.

Price has that nice fancy cursive hand-writing so every note that you find with his handwriting on it you keep so it's nice and presentable. Sometimes you'll wake to him gone, but with a note left on your bathroom mirror written in an old expo marker. The notes are just he start of it, Price has a great pair of ears. He'll listen to you talk all day if that because he likes your voices or because he wants to help is here or there.

Price has all the letters you've sent to him during his deployments stuffed away in an old shoebox in the closet. He holds those peices of paper close to his heart when he's away. They ground him. Make him realize the you're a plane flight away waiting for him at home in his bed, probably wearing his clothes. You're also just so fucking genuine in your letters, your emotion seep through the pages and clench around his heart in best of ways.

With how long Price can be away sometimes, the quality time the two of you spend together is hightly important to the two of you. It's important that the two of you snuggle on the couch, spend tocuhing each other. That you tell him all about the things that happened at work while he was away. (Hell you've taken to writing it all down so you remember all that've happened.) "Come sit down love, and tell me about work today." Price would say his hand softly gripped around your wrist.

Price has a few favorite nicknames he likes to call you around the house. Sweets, Baby, and Love. They're all things that come to mind when he thinks of you. If the two of you dancing around your apartment, or when the two of you get hot and heavy between the sheets Price calls you all the same.

John MacTavish Soap

Johns love langauge is Gift Giving and Quality Time.

It starts off with little things. If John is out at the grocery store he normaly comes backwith an extra deserct or your favorite choice of wine. He knows everything down to your favorite candies. (You know the ones that you're never able to find yourself). The gifts get bigger the longer you're together with John. Little bobble heads, or magnets from places he's been while away on deployment, (The fridge looks like the world map).

Things get even bigger and a bit bolder after that, some gifts are jewlery, things that you'd wear to the military ball. Sometimes it's something smiple like a cd that you can get in the states, or a new purse that John will stock away in the back of the closet until christmas and when you ask where he'd been hiding it he won't tell. "I'm not tellin' you my secret hidin' place lass. You'll go snooping the minute I'm gone." John tells you one chirstmas. The best gift by far as been a stuffed animal dressed up in a military outfit with his voice inside so every time you needed to hear his voice he was right there; just one click away.

The two of you work out well. Your love language is all gift giving, hell the amount of supply boxes you've sent for him while he's been on base; or for him and his other team mates. Letters with your whole written out into three-four-five pages worth. John's got a passcode on his phone, because (you tend to send him a few pretty little pictures of yourself waiting for him in his bed.)

Of course John calls you Lass, but he's got special nicknames for you when you greet him at the base to come and take him home. "You're home!" Jumping into his large and strong arms, "Bonnie, I'm here now don't ya worry. I'm all yours now bonnie." He reply hugging you tightly. The brush of your lips, and breathe that you manage to be able to take from just getting a quick kiss from him on the tarmack. Sweets is what he calls you when he's down between your thigh living on cloud nine.

Simon Riley Ghost

Simons love language is Acts Of Service, and Quality Time.

I'm not sure if it's how Simon grew up, or the fact that's always away but Simon is literally always asking you if you need help getting something from a higher up shelf (The man is 6'3 come on now). He'll even do the more domestic things with you. Dinner he helps with and then he'll do the dishes while you go out into the living room. You pull out a puzzle, he'll sit right next to you or on the couh behind you with your between his legs, and help you.

If you're sick, and he's home you've got your own personal stay-at-home nurse. Breakfast in bed with all the right medicine, and vitiamins. If your sick, and Si isn't there oh shit, you've got food doordashes to the front door every single night, and it's not unhealthy food. You're on your period, he takes care of you. A large hand that looms on the hot skin on your lower stomach to cool the cramps away. He'll sit with you on the couch and watch all the stupidest, cringest of romcoms to sedate your need to cry.

In the same step though Simon forgets to take care of himself most of the time. So worried about you and how good you're doing that he forgets that he also has to think about himself from time to time. That's where you come in, as Simons other half you fix that real quick. Dinner is always ready for him, you'll run a hot soothing bath for him when you know he's coming back from deployment. All of his laundry is done before he can even think about dragging the stinky duffel to the wash room. "Thank you, honey." Simon would grumble as he walked into the living his hair a mess. You'd nod and kiss his cheek gently.

Simon does have a few exclusive nicknames he uses for you. Honey, Angel, and Love. Yet that one you hear the most is Angel because, for him, you're his angel. You're the thing that keeps him rooted in reality. You could be easily hurt by that world he works in, yet you are the only person he thinks of while away on deployment. You are the reason he comes home.

Köing

Köings love language is Physcial Touch, and Quality Time.

Köing surely makes up for the height difference. He's always got a hand on you. Be it your back as he guides you around or in your hand. He's always got to be touching you. Not only does it ground him, but he likes to think that he’s keeping you safe.

He knows nobody is going to mess with the guy that’s 6’10. You like to think you’ve your own guard dog, so it works out nicely. Köing isn't afraid of PDAs; he thrives on it. He loves a simple hand-holding or a kiss to your cheek, forehead, or lips in a public setting. He loves it all. He loves how soft your skin is against his rough, callused hands. Or how plump and soothing your lips are against his own.

In the same, Köing loves to just spend time with you snuggled up under a blanket, watching a movie. Köing loves to cuddle you in his arms during a scary movie, keeping you safe from the horrors displayed on the screen. Köing does use his height against you sometimes. He picks you up, practically spinning you around whenever he returns from deployment. You're just standing there waiting for him and his team to return when you're grabbed tightly and turned around in the air. You gather a bit of attention as you scream and cry with excitement that Köing has arrived back.

Köing has a few speicla nicknames for you. He loves to call you Buttercup, Princess, and my love. "Come on, buttercup, let's go laid down." He'd whisper in your ear as he leaned over the back of the couch to get you to bed with him, "But my TV show just started." You'd whine, "We can watch it in bed together, my love." Köing would argue with you.

Completed on: 10/21/23

Posted on: 10/21/23

COD-

[biganncookie19]

a cold day off pt1

König x reader

könig x reader

summary: new guy shows up to the base and warms up reader dring his stay. one thing lead to a another.

a/n: this is my first fanfic so not sure how good its. hope you injoy this big guy like a do, i may do a part 2 

warnings: slow burn, fluff, agissty, i dont know am doing 

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 the last couple of days have been quite in the med bay, mostly being marked up to task force 141 being grounded for the next 2 weeks. Something about the last mission was a buss and ended up with soap having a gunshot to the leg and Gaz’s arm with some burns. most of the day I’ve spend reorganizing the office and taking count of stock, taking note that am low on disinfect, ointment and rapping gaze. Deciding to find the captain and ask about when the next supply drop, making my way thought the cold building. “Who idea was to pick the middle of England during the fucking winter for a dame base” I mumble to myself. Not even with baggy cargo pants and hoodie I can still feel the cold nipping at my fingers.

Turing in to the makeshift dining room to Find Captain price with ghost and Gaz looking over the table that was covered in folders and lose papers talking about the next steps for the mission. “captain I got a question for ya” saying while walking over to the table, “whatcha need doc” he grumbled his eyes never leaving the paper in his hand.  “ I wanted to know when the next supply drop was going to come in, the med bays running low on materials”. Gaz passing me a paper while saying “it going to be coming in sooner by tonight, do you want one of us to help you load up the truck ?”.Captain Price picks his head up to say “that won't be needed, i called for more arms support The new guy should be coming on the plane. You don't mind picking him do you y/n?’.

“As long as he helps load up the trunk than ya i don’t mind, less time in the cold for me” shrugging my shoulders putting the paper back on the table.

 “Also how’s soap doing haven't seen him around base”

 Ghost replies first “he been in bed all day, came down with a small cold”

 “ ah, tell him to get his butt out of bed and to see me in the med bay when I get back to check over him,” saying while walking over to the coffee pot to pour myself a cup for the night. “ Who's the new guy anyway?”.

 Captain Price leans back in his chair to say “he is an insertion specialist with a private military company apparently he is more on the shy side, so try not to scare him off’ y/n”.  Finishing Stirring sweetener into my cup “was hoping for another lady but he shall do” taking a sip out of the cup, also hoping there is some milk on the plane.

 It is around 7am when I got to the airport and had to wait in the truck until it was safe to park the truck close to the plane to load it up. Rubbing my hands together to warm them up I really should have bought another jacket, so I don’t freeze my ass off even with the heater all the way up it only helps a little. Seeing one of the runway men give all clear to go in, staring up the car to back it up. Whence lined up to the plane putting the truck in park and jumping out of the truck to see the new guy and the supplies. One the pilots comes up to me with a click board in hand “this is for you to sign also the new guy should be out in a little bit” signing the paper and handing it back to him. “There no rush, let start loading the truck I am pretty sure no one wants to be out here longer than they need to”. Walking over to the back of the truck to drop the tailgate and help load, turning around to only to see a massive man walk down the ramp. He's wearing some kind of hood covering all of his face, kind of like ghost but only taller and skinnier. I hold my hand out for him to shake “ the name’s y/n am the medic for the team you can put your bag in the front of the truck and can you give me a hand moving the boxes?” He takes my hand engulfing it with his, giving it a small shake nodding his head but never meeting my eyes.

 After putting his bag in the truck, he starts helping me move the boxes picking them up like it’s nothing and without losing breath. To say it didn't make me blush a little bit would be an understatement, but what really caught my eye was his surprisingly   small waist! The members of 141 are more on the big side having to be well built with muscle and some fat, and I thought ghost had the small waist. Leaning back after the both of us finish with the boxes, now that i can get a better look at the new guy he’s very tall for sure maybe around 6’10 but kind of looks goofy with the big puffy jacket.

 “ I take it you're not used to the cold?” I say trying to at least make the car ride back not awkward.

 “ n-n-no ma'am I don't take well to this k-kind of weather” he spurs out  

 “Same here, let’s get going. I have the heater on inside” quickly turning around to get inside the trunk. Oh god. His voice is not at all what I expected, hitting right in the soft spot with his dorkie high voice. Come on y/n, you can handle this there is no reason a man with a dorkie voice, tall and strong should be leaving you blushing like a high school girl. Just drive back to base and you’ll be fine. Ones’ were both in the truck I rub my hands together trying to warm them up before driving, I can feel someone’s eyes burning into the side of my head. “ so mm i don't think i got your name?” turning to catch his eyes.

 “i-it’s König ma’am” even with the mask i can see that he has soft doe eyes that are covered in some kind of black eyeshadow. Taking a quick glance down to his hands, he is playing with his slender fingers.

 “Yeah, there no need for formalities am just the doctor” i try to wave off seeing if that would make him any less nervous

 “O-oh i'm-sorry” his voice cracks a bit and his eyes snap to his fingers and sinking back into the seat, it looks like he's trying to make himself smaller.  Dag it y/n now he looks like a sad jellyfish.

 The drive back to base was awkward but manageable. Turning off the truck and opening the door had the cold hitting right in my face like a wall. “Come on let's get inside before it gets colder” jumping off the truck and closing the door.

 “B-but what about the supplies?’’  König asked

 “We can get them tomorrow, come on big guy” I say while waving my hand to follow me inside. Basically, jogging to escape the harsh outdoors. Following me close behind with his bag in hand. Opening the door to get in, I guess I forgot to say watch your head cuz i heard a thunk behind me. quickly turning around to see König holding his head down grumbling in pain, without thinking my hands instantly went to check his head. “are you ok, am sorry i should have given you a heads up” Rambling out

 “N-n-no no no I should have been looking” he said looking up, realizing that I have his face in my hands and atop of his. Pulling my hands back, shoving them into my pockets, I spilled out “ w-we should go get you to the team” turning around to speed walk to the makeshift kitchen. At this point I’m pretty sure my face is all red, I just want to go hide in my office. Getting to the room I see captain price, ghost and gaz all still at the table, “sup, I got the new guy” i moved to the side to give König space to see the others. Captain Price was the first to get up to greet König “welcome to the team König, with your skills I am sure we can pull through the mission” he gave a smile to König. König hands caught my eye again , his free hand fingers were rubbing together hard.

  As the team started talking i Slipped out of the room, skedaddle back to my room since it’s closer. Closing the door behind me and leading on it, he’s only been here less than 3 hours and he’s already got me all flustered. Thinking back to when I had my hand on top of his, his hands were rough and warm. I wonder what his hands would feel like ar- .no no no put yourself together y/n he’s here to do his job not rail some chick he just met, his probably stressed out and nervous. Mumbling to myself, I’ve been stationed out here for a long time i haven't had any intimacy with another person i guess i just jump on whatever chance there is now.  

 Its whatever now, its late and i would like to sleep this off and get stuff done tomorrow. Looking around my room seeing clothes all over the floor and on the spare bed, i was lucky to score a room to myself. I wouldn't mind sharing a room with one of the guys but i like knowing my eyeshadow hasn’t been raided by ghost and the room doesn't smell. Changing out of my cargo pants into some short shorts, cuz for the life of me i cant sleep in any kind of pants. Taking off the hoodie to only leave the light long-sleeve. walking over to my bed ready  to throw myself into my mess of blankets

 A knock at the door catches my attention, opening the door i see gaz. “ yo price wants to see if its ok to have König in your room tonight?.i would have him in my room i would like if König doesnt get sick by soap”. “Auh yeah am fine with that just need to clean” i spill out, god my heart is racing right now why would i say yes. “Don't trip on your clothes” gaz said laughing as he walked away

 Panicking i shove some of the clothes under my bed, picking up the rest and shoving it into my drawers. Rushing to clear off the spare bed and cleaning it off. A another knock on the door, dag it dag it “ give me a minute” i shout out. I rush over to my desk to spray myself with a body spray,just in case.

Rushing over to open the door for König, seeing him stan there so unsure of himself makes my heart pater a little bit. “ sorry for the wait i had to clean up a bit, so sorry for the mess” i breathed out moving to the side for him to come in. he walks in and stands next to the spare bed putting his bag down  “ a-a-are you sure yo-your ok with me being here?” i waved him off. “ its fine König am use to men being around, plus you also need your sleep”

I move over my bed to mess with it and clear it off to sleep, i can hear König move around a bit than the bed creaking under his weight. As i was done messing with the bed i move on to my desk to organize it since am no where close to sleepy. As am walking over to the desk i see König siting on the bed taking off parts of his gear  but not his mask. I turn to him asking “ if you don't mind me asking König do you take off your mask or your like ghost who sleeps in it?” hes leaning on hes knees one of which is jumping, not looking at me

 “ i p-pefer to k-keep it on”

 “Ah gotcha, i don't mind it” he glazes up for a sec but not to my face, i blush a bit moving to my desk to do something. Before i walked away i took note on how hes wearing a tight long sleeve shirt that hangs to his frame. He dose look good tho

 After like 6 mins at being at my desk i get up to leave the room to give König some space, but as i was going to walk pass him he gets up right as am front of him. It feels likes like running in to a tree almost knocking me over. But before i could fall over i feel König slender hands land on my hips keeping me in place

“ a-a-am so sorry y-y/n i wasn't -l-looking, are you alright??” he sounded panicked

 Every part of me is red and hot at this point, realizing his hands are still on my hips. I push my self off “ i-it fine König it fine am just going to the bathroom” i say with my hands up leaving the room. Rushing to the bathroom I get in closing the door. Leaning over the sink “ get a hold of yourself y/n you cant fold this easily “I mumbled out. Looking down at my leg’s which are barely even covered, I move my hands to where  König had his placed. I can still feel his warmth and the pressure i smiled a bit. Oh god he must feel horribly i cant imagine how  bad his anxiety is right now.

 I calm myself down taking deep breaths and splashing my face with some icy water. I walk back to my room and open the door, soon as i go in König stans up and he starts talking fast fumbling over his words. No doubt  hes also flustered trying to apologize for bumping into me. I wave my hands “it fine really it was a accident your fine” i say trying to calm him down.

 “A-are you sure?”

 “Yes König”

 “O-ok” he says siting back down on the bed, oh this man is too cute

 “Oh! I almost forgot to give you a pillow and blanket” i turn around to grab some form my bed

 “  oh y-y/n you d-don't have to, you al-already done so must for me” he tries to protest

 “Nonesec König you said so yourself you don't do well in the cold” i bend over to pick up the bedding to give to him. As soon i turned around König head snap to the floor, pretty sure he was looking at my ass. cheeky man. I handed him my spare pillow and blanket “do you want another pillow?”

 Still not meeting my eyes he spits  out “your t-too kind this is f-fine thank you”  

 I gave him a nod i turned around to go to bed, as i climbed in i looked at König one last time. Now in the light I can see that there two faded red line’s coming down from König eyes holes. “König If you don’t mind can you turn off the light when you’re done, please. He’s head come up “yes well do”

I turned around and laid my head on my pillow.

oh

Let’s hope tomorrow  is a lot better

[sansharafova]

[animewolfcutie]

I finally found a köing asmr!!

[wjehfshs]

My little meow meow 🤭

[wasalexhere]

Not me drawing König at work lol

[ruler-of-fandoms69]

@darklordofthesimp

Köing has been harassed by ghost all day 😂

Tap on for better quality

[sunmoon9129]

modern warfare roleplay!

Hey! My name is Moon or Sun; either one is fine with me. I'm a 23-year-old female. Currently, I have some major brain rot for modern warfare, and I'm absolutely obsessed with Price or Captain Price. I'm extremely obsessed with him at the moment, and I really want to do an angsty and sweet roleplay with him and my OC.

I'm fine with doubling, and I prefer it. I'm most comfortable playing Köing, and anyone from Task Force 141 can do Graves, but fair warning, it may not be the best or most accurate because I haven't really played his character and I haven't looked into him to the point where I'm extremely ok playing him.

I've been roleplaying for about 5 or 6 years now, and I absolutely adore it. I usually write 2-4 paragraphs per response, and I'm happy to send a writing sample on request. I mainly use servers since I'm a sucker for organization and everything having its own spot, especially if we're doing a double I love being friends out of roleplay and sharing headcanons, music, TikTok's, and all of that if you're into that.

I only have about 2 or 3 requirements, and those are that you have to be 18+, because I do, and that this roleplay should include NSFW. The second is that you use Discord because I don't check Tumblr a lot, and I just prefer Discord. My last requirement is no one-liners, absolutely no one or two-liners, because they give me almost nothing to get off of, and they kind of kill any suspense we're building up. That's about it for my requirements.

My discord is down below. Please either DM me on here or Discord so we can talk about the plot and what it will include, especially the angst part. I hope to hear from you soon :)

sunmoon4098

[mubeardoodles]

Hey slippery bitch, can you draw me König holding a TBH y or n :)

hey gangly white hoe yeah sure

tried my best 👍

[tinyscottishman]

Some pictures i like of myself 🤭

[frizzseaberries]

shit post time ;)

price- I mostly think of him as a father figure so it’s a no

köing- hot accent man? I’ll die for him

Keegan- I die for people that have blue eyes even if they’re a little scary

ghost- he’s hot and all BUT I feel like he’d give me the cold shoulder

soap- “ELLO LAD” scary Scottish man yet kinda attractive

gaz- Bruv looks like my college professor

[thewritersaddictions]

Day Ten: Köing + Home Alone

Your Christmas party was an absolute hit. Dinner had gone to plan, and if that wasn't enough, you had even gotten to the white elephant this year before you managed to get your friends all sitting down and comfy on your oversized couch to watch a few movies before everyone had to leave and go back home.

The dinner you had prepped the night before had been rudely interrupted when Köing had decided he was tired of watching you cook over the hot stove, and he wrapped his large arms around your frame, dragging you far away from the kitchen. Far away and into your bed. Your legs tangled that night, and when you woke up, you realized how much work still needed to be done. Your collective friends had offered to bring drinks and food, to which you had agreed. Thankful that a few things would be already taken care of.

Köing wasn't afraid to show off that you were his. Regardless that all of your friends already had partners, he was at your side when the doorbell rang. A large hand cupped around your hip as you stood there with a smile on your face. Funny enough, almost all of Köing's coworkers had ended up with your friends. McTavish, Riley, and Price had all been invited to your Christmas get-together.

After dinner, everyone was fat on ham, turkey, and sugary sweetness. Your girlfriends all dragged their boyfriends to the living room. "I've got some wine if you girls want any." All their eyes lit up.

"Schatz, you can sit down and take a break," Köing said as he walked into the kitchen behind you. "I know. We have guests though, and I'd like to be a good host." You said, grabbing four glasses of wine. "Come on now." Köing tried. You just shook your head. Already tired, you could see the mountain of dishes in your sink.

You set the wine bottle on the coffee table and give your girlfriends their glasses. You nudge Köing and give him a look. "Oh, um… do you guys want a beer?" Köing offers to his co-workers. He's gone for not that long with four beers in hand. You're already stuffed under the blanket. Köing stuffs himself next to you.

3 movies and a whole bottle of wine later. Your girlfriends are all asleep clinging to their boyfriends. You grab the remote to choose another movie or shut the TV off. Price is the first to speak. "I best get her back home." I nod. "Let me just make a to-go container with food." Price tries to deny your gift but is interrupted by Köing. "She'll just keep pushin'." He says, Price nods.

This process repeats itself two more times. You shuffle off to the kitchen, trying to get rid of most of the food since you know that Köing and you won't be able to finish it all yourself.

You finally manage to settle when all your guests have left with a large Tupperware container in their hands. Köing pulls you over to the couch, but when you try to get up, he pulls you back down. "Baby, I need to do the dishes." He just hums at your words. He's agreeing, but he's not really paying attention.

He likes how you feel against him, how warm you are, how he can feel your heartbeat against his chest. How your breathing slows the longer the two of you lay there. After a few moments, you try once more. "Schatz, I'll do the dishes later on, or tomorrow." You giggle at his words. "What, you think I won't?" He asks with a grin as he combs through your hair with his fingers.

" I just know that it's bullshit." Köing gasps, faking being wounded by your words. "Come here." He demands, pushing you up further on his large frame. At this point, you are straddling his hips. You lay your head into the crook of his shoulder and neck.

"Give me a kiss, would ya?" Köing asks, his voice husky as it sends shivers down your spine. Tired or not, you'll always kiss him when he asks. You shake your head, being a bit of a brat just for kicks.

"Come on, Schatz, kiss your man since we are home alone now." You roll your eyes, "Like you care when people are around." You say before grabbing the side of his face and dragging him close to your lips. "You're right. I don't care. Now stop being a brat, and let me kiss you." Köing mutters as you get closer and closer to his lips.

He grows impatient at your slow pace and pulls you in the other way. Your lips are meant for each other, melded together the second they touch, as the more your lips are together, the more you sink into his warmth. Your breath hitches in your throat as you try to keep yourself together. In one fluid movement, Köing is lifting both of you up and off the couch. "Köing!" You shirked.

Completed on: 11/21/23

Posted on: 12/10/23

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