konigsstalker

[konigsstalker]

simon ‘ghost’ riley loves giving you head. any chance he gets he’s settled between your pretty legs, balaclava lifted and nose deep in your slick. he’s sucking on you, lazily drawing meaningless words, and teasing your hole with his tongue. and it lasts for hours. he doesn’t stop after your first orgasm no, he’ll keep going on and on until you’re an absolute mess. words incoherent, legs trembling, and hands strained from griping the sheets so tight. but god he loved to see the sight.

[konigsstalker]

breakup? no. make up.

simon ‘ghost’ riley x !fem reader

warnings: gentle sex, sorta toxic, no protection, creampie, oral (fem receiving), cursing? idk

mdni or i’ll smite you

“god, i’m so fed up with your bullshit simon! that’s fucking it, we’re done. this? is over.” you stormed into your bedroom, bringing out a suitcase from under the bed and quickly throwing your hung up clothes inside.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doin’?” he grumbled, thick british accent sending chills down your spine. fuck you were mad at him but god his voice.

“i don’t know but i’m not staying here anymore. i said we’re done.” you opened your night stand and shoved all the belongings in another suitcase.

“no.”

you paused, slowly turning towards him. “the fuck you mean “no”??” you were flabbergasted. this man was out of his fucking mind.

you guys had been nonstop fighting for days now, the original reason lost within the depths of your mind. all you do know is that he’d been on one since he returned from his last mission. he was distant, argumentative, hell even downright mean at some points. and for what? no reason. you’d be walking on eggshells the entire time. but one last comment from him set you off. you were done.

“i mean no. you’re not fucking leaving.” he barricaded the door as you tried to walk out, suitcases in hand. “we’re going to talk this out and figure out where the fuck we’re going wrong.”

“where we went wrong? no simon! this is all fucking you! you’ve been distant, mean, and fucking annoying for days. im fed up from walking in eggshells to not piss you off, i’m fed up for making excuses to not leave, and i’m fed up with your god aweful attitude.” you ranted, throwing your hands in the air. “now fucking move.”

he uncrossed his arms from his chest and closed the space between you two, slowly attempting to move his hands to your waist. you quickly smacked them away. only for him to grab your face quite aggressively. “you’re not leaving. it’s final.”

“i have free will.”

“indeed you do, but not in this circumstance.” he rubbed his thumb on your cheek. “i’m sorry, love.”

you looked away. not barring to look in his eyes. you’d knew it would be game over. as soon as you got lost in his pretty brown eyes you’d be fucked. you couldn’t afford it this time though. you were serious, you were leaving and that was final.

he rested his hands on your waist again, but you didn’t shove him away. you were leaving anyways right? there’s no harm in him doing the little touch.

“look at me.” he took a hand and moved your chin once again. “i know you don’t want to leave. let me make it up to you darlin’.” he gently kissed your lips.

you didn’t kiss back. he then roughly grabbed your ass, causing you to gasp on his mouth. he took this opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. he explored the space he found all too familiar. and you let it happen. fuck, you were losing.

you shoved him off, “that’s not going to work this time simon.” you breathed heavy before attempting to walk towards the door.

he swiftly grabbed your waist and gently pinned you against the door. he held his hands on your waist again and looked deep into your eyes. he new it was game over for you the second you took a glance up at him. fuck, he got you.

“you know you don’t wanna leave pretty girl. just stay with me, please. i need you.” he lowered his face into the crook of your neck, placing soft kisses on your neck. “let me make it up to you.”

he sucked gently on your sensitive spot, drawing a moan out of you. you slowly raised your hands and wrapped them around the back of his neck. pulling him in and gently putting your face into his collar.

you couldn’t help but let a tear shed and whisper, “why are you so mean to me, i love you si.”

he rubbed your back gently, “i dont mean it i promise.” he pulled away and gently lifted your chin. “let me make it up to you pretty girl.” he then kissed you passionately.

and fuck, you let him.

he pulled away and moved his hands to your thighs, pulling you up and cradling you. he then set you on the bed, pushing you back gently and laying you down. trailing kisses down your neck, he then undid your shirt, throwing it somewhere in the ground.

ghost kissed down your breasts, pulling your bra down and sucking gently on one nipple while fondling the other. you let out breathy, light moans. god, music to his fucking ears.

he moved on, trailing down your stomach and to your paints, pulling down your leggings. then he swiftly pulled your underwear off, discarding them and opening your pretty legs wide for him.

he knelt down and pulled your core closer to him. making eye contact as he gently licked a strip down your slick. this drew a groan from you, urging him to continue.

he swirled his tongue, drawing circles and meaningless words on you, sucking gently on your clit. he’d continue these actions until you cummed, drawing out a gentle orgasm from you.

but he didn’t stop there, overstimulating you and causing you to whine. you pawed at him and roughly grabbed his hair. this didn’t stop him though, he continued until you let out a rough, loud moan and came all over his tongue.

he licked every drop of cum from you, swallowing it and relishing in your taste.

he moved up back to kiss you, undoing his belt and pants before pulling them down.

he teased your clit with his head, brushing it back and forth between your folds. sending shivers down your spine and a shock through your body. you whined, “please simon.”

he chuckled, “anything for you, love.”

simon gently entered your hole, going slow and steady making sure not to cause too much pain. still, you winced at his size. he was above average. much larger than anything you’ve had before. so even though you’ve done it multiple times with him, every single time you needed to adjust.

“let me know when to move lovie.”

shortly after a second, you nodded your head.

at first he moved slowly, fucking into you gently but deeply. then he started to speed up. pounding into you hard and deep.

finally, he let loose. fucking you into seeing stars and drawing screams out of you. you clawed at his back and whimpered his name. “‘s too much si.” tears began to stream down your face at the overstimulation.

“you can take it, be a good girl.” he grunted, gently holding onto your neck and drawing circles with his thumb.

you came first, letting out a gutty moan of his name. your voice was so pretty to him.

“thas’ my girl. takin’ me so well.” his thrust became sloppy, balls smacking against your arse and gaining speed. “i’m gonna cum.”

then he did. groaning your name loudly as he came inside. fucking every drop of his seed into your tight hole. any lone survivors being shoved back in my his digits.

“m’ sorry love, for hurting you.” he kissed your neck gently and held onto you tightly. as if you’d disappear if he let go.

“‘s okay si, just please be nice to me.”

“i will darlin’. i wont be a bastard, never again.”

“promise?” you gently played with his hair.

“promise.”

[konigsstalker]

könig who can’t help but always have his hands on you after being away for so long. he’s practically a parasite, sticking to you and using you every chance he gets. he’ll look for every excuse to touch you, love on you, practically consume you. but of course, you don’t mind. after all you missed him too.