COD OneShots

"Come here you~" Konig

This will be a harsh intro bc I can't come up with a good way for this to lead.

Background is they met in the same club before and fucked and now he's run into y/n again and can't resist another taste

Forgive me it's late and I can't sleep

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"If your buyin~" you smirk up at him

Konig signals the bartender, ordering two glasses of an expensive whiskey. He slides one over to you, his fingers brushing against yours as he does so. "I'm buying," he says, his gaze locked onto yours. "And I'll buy you as many as you want, sweetheart."

Konig watches the way your lips wrap around the glass, the way your throat moves as you swallow. He imagines those lips wrapped around something else. He takes a swig of his own whiskey, trying to calm himself "You know," he starts

Your eyes flick over him, listening intently to him over the loud club music

"I've thought about that night a lot," he admits, his voice low enough that only you can hear. His eyes flick down to your mouth, then back up to your eyes. "I've jerked off to the memory of you on your knees more times than I care to admit."

A dangerous smirk flits over your lips as you move close to him, reaching a hand up to caress his jawline and pull him down to your level firmly "And I bet it didn't feel anything like me did it?~" you purr up at him lowly

Konig swallows hard as you pull him closer, his breath catching at your touch and words. He's instantly hard again, pressing against his pants. He leans down so his lips are nearly touching yours as he whispers, "It didn't even come close," his voice hoarse with desire.

A devilish smile dances over your lips "God...~" you half moan half breathe out "I've got you in a chokehold don't I?" You purr up at him, delicate fingers dancing along his jawline

Konig nods slowly, his eyes dark with lust. He's completely under your spell, his body aching for you.

You smile up at him "Oh the things I could do to you right now..." fingers trailing down his chest slowly, nails catching on the fabric of his shirt

Konig groans at your touch, his dick throbbing painfully. He wants nothing more than to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you senseless. Instead, he captures your wandering hand, bringing it up to his mouth and kissing your fingertips. "Tell me,"

"I'd start by taking off that shirt... running my hands along those perfect abs~" you purr softly one hand dancing along his chest playfully

Konig shudders at your words, his hand tightening around yours. He can already feel his control slipping. "And then?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. He's playing a dangerous game, standing in a crowded club while you're basically describing a porn scene involving him.

"I'd leave hickeys all over you~" you use your hand to caress his body as you hum softly "Like here.... Here... oh and especially here." You slip your hand to his waistband tugging at it slightly

Konig's breath hitches as you tug at his waistband. He's so fucking hard it hurts. He swallows hard, his voice strained when he speaks. "Fuck, stop," he whispers hoarsely

You pause looking up at him with a questioning look

"You're going to make me come in my pants like a fucking teenager if you keep talking like that," he admits roughly, pressing his hips back slightly to hide his massive erection. "I swear to god, I've never been this hard in my life."