nightmareXkiri, thank you for the request. The ending ended up being very rushed, apologies.
TW:
• Smut- Thigh-riding
- Praising
- "Netflix + Chill" (sexual activity during media)
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She was passed out on the couch, digital clock next to her on a stand reading "4:27 AM" in a large font. Vodka and Bourbon bottles showcased on the ground, some tipped over with small spillage of just a few drops, all bottles already being consumed. The third night of having endless amounts of alcohol until she passed out, yet only able to hold down, what ? Two bottles ? She missed König, her best friend, stuck on a days-long mission. Though, he comes back home tonight. She finally gets to cozy up to him, in his large arms as he stutters and flusters over how she is sitting on his lap. Bloody, how she missed him.
Hours later, she, Y/n, is found at the airport, happily hopping and hoping to see him in at least ten minutes or she might as well explode. König is soon in sight of her, smiling at her joyful face before jogging to her, her running to him also before they collide in a happy "I've missed you !" They ended up going home together, waving goodbye to Simon, A.K.A Ghost, and John, A.K.A Soap, who were holding hands and keeping close together. The main couple were well aware that the other two were adorable together.
When the two arrived home, Y/n wondered. She had never really seen him with his mask off too much, but they've only been dating for around three months. She decided to find a way to see. So, her way of getting it off settles to one plan; distract him. The chronicles of the mask started.
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All plans failed miserably. Until one stuck. König was distracted by a romcom classic, sobbing at the sadness of it all; the movie was specifically "Five Feet Apart." This was the perfect time to catch him off guard.
"König, can I take off your mask ?" She earned a look of confusion, the male sniffling. He shrugged, not taking her seriously and ignoring it, quite literally shrugging it off. She decided to slip it off, earning a small gasp from the larger male. He attempted to cover his face with a pillow, only earning a huff from the woman before the pillow was ripped from his grasp.
"You're so pretty, König..," the woman breathlessly confessed, hand going up and caressing his cheek gently, earning a nervous smile from him.
"Really ? Don't lie, it'd be useless." He couldn't help but adore her statement, smile growing as her thumb brushed his cheek bone over and over. The caresses ended when they kissed gently, the female placing both of her hands on the sides of his neck. He decided to wrap his arms around her waist, soon picking her up and placing her on his lap. She smirked cheekingly in the kiss, fixing herself to straddle only one leg, sitting on his thigh. The kiss broke with a pant from the both of them.
"Do you want to do this ?" He asked cautiously, keeping gentle with his grip while his hands sat on her hips. He only earned a nod before being begged to silently by the woman through her needy eyes. He chuckled, blush coating his cheeks and ears before abiding.
He started to guide her hips to a pace going back and forth on his thigh, earning small whimpers from her lips, soon to be swollen if he continued to kiss her so greedily. Y/n whimpered and mewled quietly as she grinded against his thigh, riding it with no remorse. König ended up putting the movie on mute before gripping her hips, then trailing his hands to her inner thighs before rubbing harshly.
König curses in German as he palmed himself gently, whimpering softly with his head laying on his lover's shoulder. Him and her both moaned in pleasure, soon making messes. The night was finished with after care and watching an actually decent movie. That was something they were both going to do again.
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