Alejandro HATES!!! Spicy foods, even though he is Mexican and grew up in a Mexican household he CANNOT handle anything spicy
Wakes up at 6:45 everyday
His comfort clothing includes: a tank top or T-shirt with grey joggers and black/socks
He would often cook the meals (very house husband of him)
Hates alcoholic beverages, like he’ll drink them but won’t enjoy them
Favorite color is: Rosewood Pink
Favorite ice cream flavor is strawberry
He doesn’t wear cologne
He takes his skin care VERY serious
When he’s angry or excited he would talk in his native tongue
Will call out of work if his hair isn’t “hairing”
Likes to kiss you on the forehead near your edges
Likes to watch you get dressed
Wants to have a big family
If he could be any cartoon character he would be Milo from fish hooks
Has a tattoo of your initial behind his ear
Köing
Listens to lofi and jazz
A light sleeper
Hates pickles
Wears his mask in public but at home he wears a big sweater with a large hood to hide most of his face (specifically a deep purple sweater)
Likes all of the avengers movies and if one is coming out he would buy tickets in advance (like 3-6 months in advance)
Likes strawberry milk but is severely lactose intolerant
Hates raisins but likes grapes
His comfort outfit would be: at home, a onesie to match yours or if in public ( like he goes out there willingly) would be a hoodie and joggers with crocs
Enjoys putting on his eye makeup while you do your makeup
Still doesn’t know what “beat this face to the gods” mean, even though you only say it when you do your makeup
Is happy with being with you and having a cat or two (or any small animal of your choice)
Prefers to eat ketchup with anything
Likes sardines
Likes to hug you from the back
Favorite color is: Mulberry Purple
He wears your initial as a chain
Has a dad sneeze
GHOST (Simon Riley)
Hates anything super sweet or sweeting in general
Prefers coffee (black) over tea, but would drink it if it’s the only thing around
He likes pumpkin spice lattes (yes he’s a basic bi- brit 🫣)
Secretly adds weapons to you car every time he gets in it
Like why do you have a knife in your cup holder?? How did that get there, you wonder
Orders steak every time you guys eat out anywhere “fancy”
Wears a face mask when he’s out
Your nickname for him is “beady eyed brit”
Only kisses you on the cheek and the temple
He rolls his eyes at everything
“Omg mon, you didn’t have to get me this??” You said happily as you hugged Simon. “I wouldn’t have gotten it, if you didn’t stop pestering me about it” He sighed and rolled his eyes knowing that he would buy you the world if you only mentioned it once
He loves peppermints
He likes to watch you…just do you
You’re in the kitchen? Boom, he’s leaning on the fridge watching you. You’re in the bathroom fixing your hair, Boom, he’s sitting on the toilet seat just staring. You’re walking around talking on the phone? Boom, he’s right there in arms distance listening and watching you. Just watching
He listens to classical music
Comfort fit: anything that’s lying on the floor closest to him or anything that seems comfy to him, could be shorts and a shirt or joggers and topless as long as he’s comfy he don’t care
Prefers to be just with you but wouldn’t mind stretching the family
He likes to skip rocks
He knows how to skateboard
Weirdly obsessed with peanut butter because of the “protein”
Favorite color is: Juniper Green
He goes makeup shopping with you because you need to know what type of eye makeup he wears that lasts through literal war
SOAP (Johnny Mactavish)
Hates coconut flavored anything! It could artificial or down to the real deal he HATES IT
Likes to yell at the tv
Must take a bite of your food, it doesn’t matter if you both have the same thing or not. He needs a bite and his reasoning is “I’m testing for poison”
Get you a man who CARES!
Would rate your burps out of 10
Let’s you paint his nails
He spills the tea and so do you
Johnny bursts through the door, and started you “BIIIIIIITCH!!!” Johnny says as he shakes his head walks towards you, you already know the tea is piping HOT! “Let me tell you what price done said over the phone just now” he says as he props down on the bed and you get into a sitting position “I’m all ears babe” you get ready for the most juiciest information of you life
Likes to pee/shit while you’re in the bathroom (it’s his favorite activity)
He rock climbs for a hobby
Favorite color is: Coin Silver
Always calls and never text in advance that he needs to talk
Comfort outfit: pajama bottoms, bunny slippers, and topless or a tanktop
Likes to sleep in cold temperatures
Tackles you with hugs and kisses whenever he sees you
You’re on the phone trying to pay a bill? Boom, he’s right next to you kissing your head and hugging you from the back. You’re trying to get ready for work? Boom, you’re making out and now you gotta call off work…AGAIN!
Listens to a lot of Megan thee stallion because he heard you playing thot shit
Hates the texture of cottage cheese
He’s a horrible cook and so are you, but you both try your best and end up ordering out
Likes to throw things at you and act as if he had no idea what you’re talking about when you ask if he threw something at you
“Ow, what the fu-“ you say as you scratch your head and look at the ground and see an orange crayon on the floor. You look up and see Johnny at the table with a coloring book and crayons “J did you just throw this at me” you question as you raise the crayon. He looks and you and you look at him… “I have no idea what you’re talking about” he says calmly as he goes back to coloring. You sigh, “then how did this get over here?” You roll your eyes and put your hand on your hip. “It must’ve been already over there” he shrugs while continuing his activity with a small smirk pulling at his lips
Likes to eat haggis ( Scottish bastard )
Knows how to play the flute
He would like to have 3 kids and 2 dogs (specifically a Rottweiler and Doberman)
Köing grew up in a quiet German town, the kind where the streets emptied by dusk and silence felt like safety. He was always the quiet one—tall, broad-shouldered, and painfully aware of it. Social anxiety clung to him like a second skin; he hated crowds, avoided eye contact, and found comfort in routine.
The military seemed like a way out. Structure. Purpose. Distance. He trained relentlessly, hoping to become a sniper—drawn to the solitude, the precision, the quiet. But when he finally enlisted, they told him no.
“Too big,” they said. “You’d stand out in the field.”
It stung. But he didn’t argue. He became a Colonel instead—strategic, respected, and always a little distant. He led with quiet intensity, never raising his voice, never letting anyone too close.
Until he saw her again.
-
The train from Leipzig rolled into Brühl just past noon. Köing stepped off, boots hitting the platform with practiced precision. His duffel bag was heavy, but he barely noticed. After years in the Bundeswehr, everything felt lighter now—except the silence.
He hadn’t seen Jannik in over a year. They’d grown up together, two boys in a sleepy German town, sneaking beers and building forts in the woods. Köing had gone military. Jannik had stayed local, working in architecture and helping his parents with the family home.
The front door swung open before Köing could knock.
“Alter!” Jannik grinned, pulling him into a hug. “You look like you wrestled a Panzer.”
Köing smirked. “I did. It was called paperwork.”
From inside, a voice called out—his mother’s. “Is that Köing? Tell him to take off those boots before he ruins my floor!”
Jannik’s father appeared behind her, wiping his hands on a dish towel. “Good to see you, Junge. Come in, come in.”
Köing stepped inside, the scent of roast pork and sauerkraut wrapping around him like a memory. The house hadn’t changed. Same crooked lamp in the hallway. Same loud clock ticking in the kitchen.
And then she walked in.
“Y/N,” Jannik said, “you remember Köing?”
She was grown now. No longer the little girl who used to steal their soccer ball and demand attention. Her hair was tied up messily, paint on her fingers, wearing an oversized hoodie that said Kunst ist Freiheit.
She blinked. “You’re the one who used to sit in the corner and read sniper manuals at my birthday parties.”
“They were tactical guides,” Köing replied, clearing his throat.
She laughed. “Still festive.”
Their mother chimed in, “She’s painting the guest room. You’ll be sleeping in a cloud.”
Y/N raised an eyebrow. “It’s a sky mural. Don’t mock the process.”
Later that evening, Köing sat on the back terrace with Y/N while Jannik helped his dad fix the garden lights.
“You’re quieter than I remember,” she said, sipping her Apfelschorle.
“I’ve always been quiet,” Köing replied. “Social settings aren’t my strength.”
She tilted her head. “You wanted to be a sniper, didn’t you?”
He nodded. “Didn’t happen. Too big. Not built for hiding.”
She looked at him thoughtfully. “You don’t have to hide here.”
Inside, Jannik’s mom was laughing at a story about Köing falling into the lake during a camping trip. Y/N smiled.
“You know,” she said, “you’re kind of like the sky mural.”
He frowned. “How?”
“Big. Quiet. But if you look long enough, you start to see all the colors.”
-
( flash back )
The backyard was a mess of cardboard boxes, duct tape, and half-eaten pretzels. Köing sat cross-legged in the shade of the walnut tree, sketching a layout for their fort with military precision. His pencil moved slowly, deliberately—each line a calculated decision.
Jannik, his best friend, was sprawled beside him, chewing on a gummy bear. “We should add a trapdoor. Like in those spy movies.”
Köing didn’t look up. “Trapdoors are unstable. We’d be exposed.”
“You sound like my uncle.”
“He’s a mechanic. I’m thinking tactically.”
From the patio, a voice called out. “Can I help?”
Y/N stood there, 11 years old, wearing a hoodie that nearly swallowed her and socks that didn’t match. Her braids were messy, and she had a smudge of paint on her cheek.
Jannik groaned. “Y/N, go draw unicorns or something.”
She ignored him and walked over. “I want to help. I can be lookout.”
Köing blinked. He didn’t talk much—especially not to girls. Especially not ones who stared at him like he was a puzzle.
“You can be lookout,” he said quietly.
Her face lit up. “Really?”
He nodded, still not meeting her eyes. “But you have to stay quiet. Like a sniper.”
She sat beside him, legs crossed, pulling out a notebook. “You want to be a sniper?”
“I do,” he said. “They work alone. They don’t have to talk.”
She tilted her head. “You don’t like talking?”
He hesitated. “I don’t like... being looked at.”
She was quiet for a moment. Then: “You don’t have to hide here.”
Jannik rolled his eyes. “She’s always saying weird stuff like that.”
Y/N stuck out her tongue. “It’s not weird. It’s true.”
Köing gave her a small smile. Just a flicker. She noticed.
Later, while Jannik ran inside for Apfelschorle, Y/N leaned closer and whispered, “You’re not scary like everyone says.”
Köing froze. “People say I’m scary?”
She shrugged. “You’re quiet. But you’re nice. You gave me a job.”
He didn’t know what to say. So he just nodded.
She smiled and went back to drawing camouflage patterns on the fort walls, humming softly.
And for the first time in a long while, Köing didn’t feel like he had to shrink himself to fit.
( just a btw hes 13 shes 11)
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( here shes 14 hes 16 )
The music inside was loud—too loud. Laughter spilled out through the open windows, along with the scent of grilled sausages and cheap soda. Köing slipped out the back door, his shoulders tight, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket.
He hated parties. Too many people. Too many eyes. Even if it was just Jannik’s birthday, even if he knew everyone there, it still felt like standing in the middle of a spotlight.
He climbed up onto the low garden wall behind the house, the one that bordered the overgrown hedge. It was damp from the afternoon rain, but he didn’t care. He just needed quiet.
He pulled out his notebook—half tactical sketches, half thoughts he didn’t know how to say out loud—and started drawing. A layout for a training course. Something structured. Something that made sense.
“Found you.”
He looked up. Y/N stood a few feet away, arms crossed, wearing a hoodie with paint stains on the sleeves. Her hair was pulled back in a messy braid, and she had that look—curious, unafraid.
“You always disappear at parties,” she said.
“I don’t like noise,” Köing replied.
She climbed up beside him, settling in without asking. “You don’t like people either.”
He didn’t answer.
She nudged his arm. “You know, you’re the only person who didn’t laugh when I said I wanted to be an artist.”
“You’re good,” he said quietly. “You see things.”
She smiled. “So do you. You just don’t say them out loud.”
They sat in silence for a while, the sounds of the party muffled by the hedge. Köing felt his pulse slow. Y/N didn’t fill the space with chatter. She just... existed beside him.
Then she turned to him, eyes soft. “Do you ever feel like you’re too big for the room?”
He blinked. “All the time.”
She leaned in, just slightly. Her shoulder brushed his. Her gaze flicked to his mouth, then back to his eyes.
Köing froze.
She was close. Closer than anyone had ever been. And for a second, he thought—maybe—
But she pulled back, just a breath. “It’s okay,” she said gently. “I just wanted to see if you’d flinch.”
He didn’t. But he didn’t move either.
She smiled, not teasing—just understanding. “You’re not scary, Köing. You’re just quiet.”
Inside, someone yelled Jannik’s name. The party surged again.
Y/N hopped down from the wall. “Come back in when you’re ready. I saved you a slice of cake.”
He watched her walk away, her braid swinging behind her.
And for the first time, he wondered what it would feel like to be seen—and not shrink.
-
Present Day
The garden hadn’t changed much. The walnut tree was taller, the hedge a little wilder, but the wall was still there—moss-covered and cracked in places. Köing sat on it again, just like he had all those years ago. His boots rested on the edge, his hands folded in his lap.
Y/N stepped out from the back door, two mugs of tea in hand. She handed him one without a word and climbed up beside him, her shoulder brushing his.
“You always end up here,” she said softly.
“It’s quiet,” Köing replied.
They sipped in silence for a moment. The evening air was cool, the sky streaked with orange and violet.
Then she said it.
“Do you remember Jannik’s birthday? I was fourteen. You were sitting right here.”
He glanced at her, brow furrowed. “I remember leaving the party.”
“You were sketching something. I came out to find you.”
He nodded slowly. “You said I didn’t have to hide.”
She smiled. “I almost kissed you.”
Köing froze, mug halfway to his lips.
“I leaned in,” she continued. “You didn’t move. I wasn’t sure if you were scared or just... still.”
“I was both,” he said quietly.
She looked at him, eyes steady. “I didn’t want to scare you.”
“You didn’t,” he said. “I just didn’t know what to do with something gentle.”
They sat there, the weight of the years between them settling like dust.
“I think I wanted you to see me,” he added. “But I didn’t know how to be seen.”
Y/N reached out, her fingers brushing his hand. “You don’t have to try anymore. I’ve been looking at you for a long time.”
He turned to her, really turned. And this time, he didn’t freeze.
-
The kitchen smelled like fresh bread and rosemary. Jannik’s mother was slicing tomatoes with the kind of precision only years of cooking could teach, while his father sat at the table reading the newspaper, glasses perched low on his nose.
Köing stood near the doorway, hands folded behind his back like he was reporting to a superior officer. Y/N was beside him, arms crossed, trying not to smile.
Jannik leaned against the fridge, arms folded, watching the scene unfold like a spectator at a slow-motion car crash.
“So,” Köing began, voice steady but quiet. “We wanted to tell you something.”
Jannik’s mother didn’t look up. “You and Y/N are together.”
Köing blinked. “Yes.”
She nodded, still slicing. “We know.”
Y/N’s jaw dropped. “Wait—what?”
Jannik’s dad turned a page in his paper. “You think we didn’t notice the way you look at each other? You’ve been orbiting each other since she was fourteen.”
Köing flushed. “We weren’t—nothing happened back then.”
“We know,” Jannik’s mom said again, finally looking up. “But we also know you’ve always been gentle with her. Thoughtful. Quiet, but present.”
Jannik groaned. “You guys are weirdly okay with this.”
His dad shrugged. “He’s practically family. And he’s not an idiot.”
Y/N laughed. “That’s the highest praise you’ll ever get from him.”
Köing cleared his throat. “I care about her. Deeply. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”
Jannik’s mom smiled. “We know.”
Köing looked at Jannik, who just shook his head. “I tried to be mad. Didn’t stick.”
Y/N leaned into Köing’s side, her hand brushing his. “So... we’re good?”
Her mom nodded. “Just don’t sneak around. And no kissing in my kitchen.”
Jannik gagged. “Please. I’m eating.”
Köing finally smiled—small, but real. “Understood.
-
The garden was quiet again. Köing and Y/N sat on the old wall, just like they had years ago. The air smelled like damp earth and apple blossoms. Köing’s tea had gone cold in his hands, but he hadn’t noticed.
Y/N was watching him. Not staring—just watching, like she always had.
“You never asked,” she said softly.
“Asked what?”
“If I meant it. That night. When I almost kissed you.”
He looked at her, eyes steady. “I didn’t have to ask. I knew.”
She smiled, just a little. “So why didn’t you kiss me?”
“I was afraid,” he said. “Not of you. Of what it would mean.”
“And now?”
He didn’t answer. He just leaned in—slowly, deliberately, like every movement had weight. She met him halfway.
The kiss was quiet. No fireworks. No dramatic music. Just warmth, and breath, and the soft press of lips that had waited years to meet.
When they pulled apart, she rested her forehead against his. “You’re not hiding anymore.”
“I don’t want to,” he whispered.
And then—
“What the hell is this?”
They turned. Jannik stood at the edge of the garden, holding a plate of leftover cake, eyes wide.
Y/N blinked. “Jannik—”
“You kissed him?” Jannik looked at Köing, stunned. “You kissed my sister?”
Köing stood slowly, posture straight. “I didn’t plan it.”
“That’s not the point!”
Y/N stepped between them. “Jannik, stop. It wasn’t a mistake.”
Jannik looked at her, then at Köing. “You’ve known her since she was a kid.”
“I know,” Köing said quietly. “And I’ve never disrespected that. But I’m not the same kid I was. Neither is she.”
Jannik was silent. The tension hung heavy.
Then he sighed, rubbing his face. “You could’ve told me.”
“I didn’t know how,” Köing admitted.
Y/N reached for Köing’s hand. “We’re not asking for permission. Just understanding.”
Jannik looked at them for a long moment. Then he muttered, “Mum’s gonna lose it.”
Köing almost smiled. “She already suspects.”
Jannik groaned. “Fine. But if you hurt her, I’m not letting rank stop me.”
“I wouldn’t expect you to.”
Y/N squeezed Köing’s hand. “We’re okay?”
Jannik nodded reluctantly. “You’re lucky I like you.”
-
( time skip a few days, i know its a little soon to get together but still. Come on they have know each other for like 14 years cut me some slack T-T )
The morning was still, the sky over Brühl painted in soft gray. Köing stood by the front gate, duffel bag slung over his shoulder, uniform crisp, boots polished. He looked like a soldier again—disciplined, distant. But his eyes betrayed him. They kept flicking toward the house.
Y/N stepped out, hoodie pulled tight around her, hair still damp from the shower. She walked up to him slowly, like each step was a question.
“You’re really going?” she asked.
He nodded. “Got the call last night. They need me back at base.”
“How long?”
“Could be weeks. Could be longer.”
She swallowed hard. “You always leave like this. Quiet. Like you’re trying not to wake the world.”
“I don’t like goodbyes.”
She reached for his hand. “Then don’t say it. Just promise you’ll come back.”
He looked at her, thumb brushing her knuckles. “I will. I always do.”
Behind them, the front door creaked open. Jannik stepped out, arms crossed, trying to look casual. Their mom followed, holding a thermos of coffee. Their dad stood in the doorway, nodding once.
“You packed snacks?” Jannik asked.
Köing smirked. “I’m not twelve.”
“Still. You get cranky when you’re hungry.”
Their mom handed him the thermos. “It’s the strong stuff. You’ll need it.”
Köing took it with a quiet “Danke,” then turned to Y/N. She was staring at him like she was memorizing his face.
“I’ll write,” he said.
“You never do.”
“I will this time.”
She stepped closer, rising onto her toes, and kissed him—soft, steady, like she was anchoring him to the ground. He kissed her back, hands gentle on her waist.
Jannik groaned. “Seriously? In front of the house?”
Their dad muttered, “Let them be.”
Their mom smiled. “We knew this was coming.”
Köing pulled away, forehead resting against Y/N’s. “I’ll be back.”
“You better,” she whispered.
He turned, walked down the path, and didn’t look back until he reached the corner.
She was still standing there.
Watching.
Waiting.
-
Just a little extra
The base was cold and orderly—rows of barracks, gravel paths, and the distant hum of drills. Köing stood near the checkpoint, uniform crisp, posture straight. But his fingers tapped restlessly against his thigh. He hadn’t felt nervous like this in years.
Then he saw her.
Y/N stepped out of the transport van, hoodie tucked under her coat, hair pulled back, eyes scanning the unfamiliar terrain. She looked out of place—and completely unfazed.
He walked toward her, boots crunching on gravel.
“You made it,” he said, voice low.
She smiled. “You didn’t think I would?”
“I thought the guards would turn you away.”
“They tried. I told them I was here to see a colonel who forgets how to text.”
He smirked. “Fair.”
They walked together past the barracks, her arm brushing his. Soldiers passed by, nodding respectfully. Köing didn’t usually let anyone into this part of his life. But Y/N wasn’t just anyone.
Inside his quarters, the space was sparse—bed, desk, gear stacked neatly. She looked around, then turned to him.
“You live like a monk.”
“I live like a soldier.”
She stepped closer. “You miss me?”
He nodded. “Every day.”
She reached up, fingers brushing his collar. “You look different in uniform.”
“Do I?”
“Stricter and hot, but still you,” She smiles
He leaned in, forehead resting against hers. “I didn’t know how much I needed this.”
She kissed him—slow, steady, grounding. The kind of kiss that made the walls feel less sterile. Less lonely.
He didn’t know how much time he had left, but it could matter less as long as he was with her.
Yippe you made it hope you enjoyed, sorry i changed timelines so much wanted to make sure you got the full picture lol. Thanks for reading. Please like and Reblog! Im sorry for not writing him speaking in German a bunch, but i really just wanted something quick and easy.
Author’s note: *deep sigh* you know that feeling of wanting to write any thought in your head? Yeah, that’s what this is. Idk if I want to make this a mini series or not, but it’s definitely more of an indulgence than anything else. A self-insert if you will. Cause I was at work and I was like “why not just make a self insert series?” Idk, I like have to get this out of my system.
So, it’s a self insert meaning…well me! It’s set in the modern times and well, it’s about Mafia!Koing who wants a sugar baby. Look, this might be stupid but I cannot stop thinking about it and I can’t really draw or I would be drawing Mafia!Koing all the freaking time lol.
Warnings: none that I can think of. Except my thirsty ass wanting Koing 😂 so maybe some light NSFW on my part.
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*I knew this was a stupid ass idea.* Alicia thought as she sat awkwardly at the bar. The club was loud, hot, and smelled of sex and too much liquor. She was definitely out of her element as she sat at the bar, trying to not break down and cry from overstimulation and anxiety. Her friends that she came here with left her at the bar because she didn’t want to dance, too awkward and shy to even dance. The woman wasn’t exactly…small. Alicia was fat, she had a large stomach that slightly hung down, big thighs that became bigger when she sat down and arms that were flabby.
Did she try and work out and do all those diets, you bet your ass she did. She tried hard, but it was never enough. And with her five days straight of working at retail, it was hard to find the time. Especially since she worked night shift. Alicia was very much an introvert, a homebody. Preferring to stay at home and play games on her PC. So *why* was she here? Because she wanted to check the club box on her bucket list.
Growing up, the woman never really had friends. In fact, it was hard for her to make friends as she liked things that were typically for ‘nerds’ Anime, video games, wrestling, etc. So, going out and making friends was hard, especially since she didn’t really know how to talk to people. It has gotten much better since she graduated high school and college, making some friends but it never lasted after school. She had one best friend, but he was a complete asshole most of the time and while she loved to spend time around him, he was a guy. And she never really had any girl friends.
So coming out with friends from work was supposed to be a brilliant idea…until it wasn’t. She was uncomfortable with people touching her she didn’t know, uncomfortable in large crowds. It was like she didn’t really know how to…interact with others. Men usually didn’t want to talk to her because of how quiet she was…but she also had an idea as to why they didn’t look at her. Because she was unattractive. No man wanted to be with a bigger girl. The brunette looked more like her dad, he’s African American, dark skin and thick hair. Although he’s bald now, but she got his height, hair thickness and his smile. Her eyebrows are naturally thick, thicker than most but she likes them as it fits her face. Her mother is Puerto Rican, Alicia had her eyes and personality. As her mother was more introverted than her father.
Alicia had actually went out of her comfort zone to be here. She got all dolled up with new goddess braids that stopped at her mid back, make up and nails done. She even shaved *everything.* The miniskirt stopped at her mid thighs, but was riding up more as she sat on the stool. The top was just a regular black shirt, but the sleeves were short and it showed off a little of her belly. They were a little uncomfortable as she wasn’t used to wearing them along with the black kitten heels. But she wanted to look good and when she looked in the mirror earlier, she had confidence. But now…Alicia swallowed thickly, holding back tears of frustration and self pity. She was fed up with being left out and while she didn’t mind it some times, having it happen all the time was mentally draining.
Alicia sighed deeply, fidgeting with the half empty glass. She had one fruity drink but that was about it, not really feeling up to drinking anymore. *Might as well text James to pick me up.* she thought with a frown, knowing he was going to say “I told you so.” She took a few deep breaths to calm herself down, already feeling her throat start to tighten as she was close to tears.
“Why the sad face, kleine Maus?” A voice beside her made the woman flinch and she quickly looked to her right, only to gasp lightly as she had to look up at the tall man before her. The man standing beside her was quite *large.* He looked to be standing around 6’10, making her crane her neck to even look at him. The black suit he had on hugged his body in all the right places and she felt her mouth water at the thought of touching those large arms of his. He had a black surgical mask over his mouth, hiding most of his face. But, what really drew her in were his eyes. They were this gorgeous brown, almost black color that looked at her with…softness? Maybe something else, she couldn’t tell. He had dark brown hair which was shaved a little on the sides, making the top of his hair stand out. It had a nice look to it.
“O-oh! Um, do I look sad?” She stuttered out stupidly, not expecting anyone to even talk to her. This was the first man that had came up to her in the entire hour she was here.
He nodded lightly, eyes crinkling lightly and she knew he was smiling under the mask.
“Ja. I noticed you sitting here by yourself. Why is a pretty little thing like you by yourself?” She felt herself flush and tense, not really knowing what to say or do.
“Oh, um,” she had to look away from him and back down at her glass. “Kind of got left behind by some friends. It’s been a while since I’ve been to a club.” She had to project her voice a bit as the music was still pounding loudly above.
“Mm, then they aren’t your friends.” He moved to sit down beside her and she clenched her hand around the glass. *Crap, he’s sitting down next to me! What do I do?!* she panicked as she awkwardly kept her gaze on her glass.
“Ah, I don’t think so! They just wanted to dance and I didn’t want to so…yeah.” She lamely finished and cringed slightly. *I am such a lame. Can’t even talk to a cute guy…* she thought as she swallowed thickly.
“You are a very beautiful woman. You should have men swarming you.” Alicia couldn’t help but scoff softly, shaking her head lightly.
“Nah, if that were the case, I would have tons of guys numbers.” She muttered and glanced over at the man, feeling her heart skip a beat as he still had his eyes on her.
“I’m Köing.” He reached out with his big hand and she stared at it for a moment before turning and placed her hand in his.
“I’m Alicia, it’s nice to meet you, Köing.” Her breath hitched and she stared at him in pure shock as he lifted her hand to his clothed mouth, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.
“And it’s a pleasure to meet a woman as yourself. Would you like to go somewhere more quiet so we can talk?” Warning bells were going off in her head as she watched him, but that was just her paranoid self talking. He hadn’t done anything to make her uncomfortable. She nodded her head lightly “Sure!” She hoped she didn’t come off as eager, not really expecting anything out of it.
Köing stood up and helped her down from the stool. He placed a hand on the middle of her back, keeping her close as he guided her to the VIP section of the club and Alicia honestly couldn’t believe she was coming here. *Don’t people who have money come here?* thoughts moved through her head a mile an hour as she quickly glanced at the bodyguards who opened the red rope for them.
“Much better, I can hear your beautiful voice now, Alicia.” She liked the way he said her name, her heart beating fast and hard against her chest as she wiped her sweaty palms.
“Yea-yeah! It is much quieter back here.” She couldn’t help but stutter out of nerves as she was lead to a large booth. The VIP section was a little further in the back, but still could be seen from the bar. So, it wasn’t like she was in a closed off section.
“Um,” she started as she sat down, cringing at the leather against her thighs. Köing hummed softly, listening to her and she shifted nervously beside him.
“I ah…don’t really like…” she huffed softly, trying to get her words out “I’m not really like…a hooker or anything. So, I don’t really feel comfortable doing anything…” she had her purse in her lap, fidgeting with the white strap.
Köing was quiet as he looked down at her with surprise before he snorted and laughed. It was a nice, loud laugh and it made her jump in surprise. “Oh kleine maus, I didn’t bring you back here for that! I really did want to talk to you.” He laughed as he reached out to place a hand on her lower back.
Alicia stared up at him with surprise and slight disbelief. “Really?” She asked, feeling a little silly she even had to bring that up.
“Really. Unless you really wanted to do anything. I’m just here to talk.” He chuckled and she let out a deep sigh, relaxing more next to him.
“Oh, okay.” She smiled and he smiled down at her, his hand still on the small of her back, it was warm.
“Do you want anything to drink? Or eat?” He asked and she realized how hungry she actually was.
“Oh yeah, I can definitely eat.” She said and he chuckled as he nodded his head. “Alright, you can order anything you want.”
“And she completely lost her shit because we couldn’t let her out the front door.” Alicia laughed as she leaned against Köing who chuckled at her story. “She sounded like such a bitch.” Alicia snickered and nodded her head.
“She was! All because she couldn’t go out through the front door, even though two managers had to tell her the doors only open one way.” She sighed out while snuggling more into his side. He smelled so good and she felt so comfortable around him. “Why don’t you look for another job?” He asked and the brunette sighed deeply, shaking her head lightly.
“I haven’t found anything. I’ve been applying and no one gets back to me.” She looked down at his arm around her waist and she reached down to take his hand, placing her hand against his. “So big…” she muttered and smiled as he closed his fingers with hers.
“Do you need any help?” His voice was quiet and she tilted her head to look up at him, surprise swirling in her eyes.
“Help? Like…money wise?” She asked and immediately thought of him becoming her sugar daddy. But then that would mean giving him sugar. She really wasn’t used to giving anyone kisses or anything. She kind of was a virgin, she knew of masturbating but it was more of clit orgasms.
“Yes, you don’t have to accept it now, just think about it.” He said as he leaned down to place a covered kiss on her cheek. She felt her cheeks become warm and shyly looked away. “Okay…um I’ll think about it.” She looked down as her phone began to ring and it was James.
“Oh my god! I didn’t realize how late it was!” She gasped, finally realizing the club was close to closing and James was waiting for her.
“You know what they say, time flies when you’re having fun.” He said and she laughed lightly, answering her phone.
“James! I am so sorry, I didn’t realize how late it was….yeah, I’m okay! I met someone. No! Asshole…yeah you can come pick me up now. Mhm…talk to you soon.” She hung up and sighed, not wanting to leave Köing so soon. “I really thought this night would be horrible…but it was nice. I had fun talking with you.” She smiled and felt a shiver go down her spine as those thick fingers went under her chin and lifted her head to look at him.
“And I had a nice time too, liebling. May I have your number?” He asked and she could hear the nervousness in his voice.
Alicia smiled and nodded her head “of course you can.” She happily said as she looked away and grabbed her phone, putting his name and gave her phone to him.
Alicia hummed happily as Köing gave her phone back, his phone number now in her phone. “He should be here in five minutes.” She said as she began putting her shoes back on then snuggled back up against Köing who chuckled softly.
“You’re so cute…can I kiss you?” He asked and she looked up at him, heart pounding against her chest. She swallowed thickly and nodded her head “yeah, you can.” She whispered and watched as he reached up to pull down his mask.
Now with his face fully exposed, she saw that handsome, with a Roman nose and a scar above his lip. “Wow…you’re so handsome…” she breathed and let out a small sound as he cupped her cheek. She was a little nervous, not really knowing what to do.
“Relax, kleine Maus, I’m not going to bite.” She gave a nervous giggle as she sat up a little, looking up at him with hooded eyes.
“Sorry…not used to being held this way.” Her voice was soft and he smiled.
“I’ll treat you right, Alicia.” She closed her eyes as their lips met, it was odd at first since she hadn’t kissed someone…ever. It was her first kiss, so she was getting used to it.
The woman made a soft sound as he pulled her onto his lap, she sighed in the kiss, shifting on his lap to become more comfortable. Their lips moved together in a dance only they would know and she liked it. She reached up to loosely wrap her arms around his broad shoulders, a soft giggle escaped her as he pulled her even closer. Alicia pulled away after a few seconds and bit her lip, looking up at him with a small smile.
He looked down at her like she was the only woman in the world and she liked that look. A lot.
“Wow…that was amazing. Can…I have another kiss?” He chuckled and leaned down to capture her lips in another soft kiss, holding her close to him. Alicia did feel him shift beneath her, gasping softly as she felt hips bulge press against her clothed pussy. She pulled away and looked up at him with surprise and he was actually blushing but didn’t look away.
“Sorry, libeling. You’re so beautiful and soft I can’t help it.” Alicia swallowed again as she could feel the warmth shooting straight to her pussy but decided this was definitely not the place for her first time.
“It’s okay, can we stop here?” She asked and was grateful when he nodded his head and let her get off of him.
“I’m sorry, I…want to get to know you better before I go any farther. But I do like the kisses.” She happily said as she fixed her skirt and stepped back as he stood up. He smiled down at her and leaned down to give her a kiss on the cheek.
“I understand. I don’t want you to think I’m just using you. I would like to get to know you better too.”
Alicia was giddy all night as she finally got home, humming happily as she laid in bed with her large squish mellow next to her.
Köing ended up giving her $500 in cash just because he had fun with her. Her eyes almost popped out of her head when he gave it to her, she wanted to give it back saying it was too much, but he insisted.
*so he is my sugar daddy I guess?* she thought as she rolled over and held her squishmellow to her chest, yawning widely as she began to drift off. But her phone dinged and she turned around to grab it off the night stand.
Köing ❤️: I had a lot of fun tonight, liebling, when are you free next?
Me: me too, Köing! I’m free Sundays and Mondays since I work Tuesdays through Saturdays. Retail sucks :(
Köing ❤️: aw, I know, libeling, but we can do something Sunday. I can take you out to a restaurant downtown.
Me: that sounds like a lot of fun! How does 1 sound for you?
Köing ❤️: ja, that is perfect. I’ll see you Sunday. Sleep well, Alicia.
Me: you too Köing!
Alicia placed her face in the pillow and squealed, kicking her feet on the bed. She couldn’t believe this was happening! This Sunday she would be going out with Köing. “Wait…! I need something cute to wear. Mmmm, I’ll call in tomorrow to go shopping.” She yawned as she plugged her phone back up and turned over. This was one hell of a night, she was glad she got out of her comfort zone and went to the club.
What do you guys think? Should I make a second part or even make it into a mini series? I honestly don’t know lol.
