#cheeky little ghost drabble while you guys wait so patiently for longer form konig fics

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HEADS OR TAILS

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

Summary: Ghost can’t decide if he should let you finish.

Word Count: 800

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, No use of y/n, non-gendered AFAB reader, edging, orgasm denial, dom!Simon

“Simon,” You plead, stretching out his name with a whine.

“Not yet.” He says, strict and gruff, his thick cock ruthlessly pounding into you. He’s been milking your g-spot for forty minutes now, cruelly edging your dripping cunt with his thick cock.

He’d already fucked you to the border of orgasm six times, waiting until your muscles tense and filthy praises turn to incoherent breathy nonsense before he suddenly stills his forceful thrusts to warm his cock inside of you, keeping you filled while revoking you of the hard pounding you craved.

His grip on your hips tighten, cutting off your desperate needy attempts to grind on him from your position underneath him.

His cock would twitch approvingly inside you at your pathetic begging and pleading at him to keep fucking you, to give you permission to finish around him.

As much as he wanted to give in to your bargaining, he remained disciplined, keeping his throbbing cock buried inside you as he watched your desperate pleading for him continuing to fuck you like the slut you are.

“Please, Si- Please!”

He’d just look down on you, donning his usual apathetic stare as he commits your flushed and desperate features to memory, observing your shaking hands as they cling to him in a prayer for relief.

“I’m not done watching you beg.” He grits, strict and even as he waits for the heat building in your lower abdomen to mellow before he can begin the process all over.

You let out another whine, throwing your head back against the pillows in defeat as your hips futilely struggle against his bruising grip, desperate to grind against the cock warming inside you.

He waits until you settle, your breathing slowing and your body relaxing before unforgivingly pulling his length out and plunging it all the way back in. He doesn’t giving you a warning, savoring the surprised gasp you make. Even he’s having a hard time restraining himself, not refraining from brutally pounding your dripping cunt.

Your loud and needy moans echo throughout the room with the sounds of your creaking bed, his flesh crashing into yours, the obscenely wet noises of your pussy receiving him over and over.

Your nails dig into strong shoulders, leaving crescent shaped indents on his skin as you struggle to accept his power. His muscles tense as he leans over you, hands still firm on your hips to prevent you from sliding away from him, keeping you close enough for him to bottom out inside you with each thrust.

You pick up where you left off, the euphoric white heat underneath your skin building steadily with each rhythmic slam into your abused cunt.

“Simon!” You hiccup, back arching off the mattress.

You’re sobbing now, the pathetic cries leaving you without thought.

“There we go, that’s good love.” He praises, voice low and gravely through his hitched breaths.

“Please - Si, please!”

“Tell you what love.” He offers, his chest obscuring your view as he reaches over the nightstand. You hear the scraping of metal on wood before he’s face to face with you again, holding up a quarter between two fingers as he continues milking your g-spot.

“Since I can’t decide, we’ll flip a coin. Heads, I’ll let you come. Tails, you have to wait another round.”

Your brows furrow at his proposition, mouth parting as you eye the shiny coin between his fingers while bouncing on his forceful cock. You’re ashamed at the warm flush that spreads to your lower abdomen at his power move. Leaving your orgasm up to fate, tauntingly dangling the hope for release you’re so desperate for inches from your face.

You let out another whine in between choked moans. A fuzzy haze settles over your thoughts from the overwhelming stimulation, you’re far beyond cock-drunk now, completely hypnotized by Simon and the pleasure he gives and rescinds at his own will.

Without missing a beat, he rests the quarter on the nail of his thumb, a smug grin creeping on his face at the worried look you gave the coin. He savored your pleading wide eyes, brows pinched in worry.

Time slows when he flicks the coin in the air, the shiny metal reflecting light as it rotates, holding your breath as your fate is left up to pure chance.

You thoughtlessly beg the coin, and Simon gives a pleased hum at your shameless desperation.

He catches it with his hand, taking his time as he sets the coin on his opposite arm and keeps it covered. He cups his fingers around it as he takes a peek, shielding it from your prying eyes, an arrogant smirk creeping on his face as you lift your head to see.

He slowly extends his arm out to you, his hips not having let up on your dripping cunt in the slightest.

“Guess it’s your lucky day, love.”

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