simon riley x john price x könig x reader
summary: simon lets the others take a turn with his perfect girl.
warnings: smut no plot, established relationship (simon+reader), threesome/foursome, double penetration (vaginal), oral (m receiving), overstimulation, choking, name-calling, spanking, praise kink, degration kink, possessiveness, rough sex, multiple partners, pet names (bunny, etc), crying during sex, soft aftercare. wc: 4.8k words of pure filth
you don’t even remember how it started.
simon had been possessive all week — keeping you close, fucking you harder than usual, always muttering shit like mine under his breath when he thought you weren’t listening.
the way könig and price kept looking at you.
price had always been a little too familiar. liked talking to you when simon was gone. liked watching your mouth when you drank from your water bottle. liked the way you bit your lip when you were nervous and looked down when he stared too long.
könig was quieter about it. more subtle. always careful — respectful. but it was the way he moved when you were in the room. the way his eyes dragged over your legs. the way his voice dipped when he said your name.
and maybe you weren’t as innocent as you pretended to be.
maybe you liked the attention.
maybe that’s why you wore those shorts around base. maybe that’s why you always laughed a little too hard at their jokes. maybe that’s why, when price caught your chin between his fingers that night and said “bet you’d look even prettier with tears down your cheeks” — you didn’t pull away.
he just said, “don’t be gentle with her. she can take it.”
your knees hit the mattress first.
you’re already naked, already breathless, and simon’s behind you with his hand curled around the back of your neck, pressing your chest into the sheets.
“look at her,” price mutters from the end of the bed, voice thick. “fuckin’ droolin’ already.”
“poor thing,” könig hums behind his mask, kneeling beside you. “is this too much, maus?”
you shake your head fast, squirming under simon’s hold. your thighs are already sticky, your cunt clenching around nothing. you’ve never been so worked up just from being looked at.
simon leans down and kisses your temple.
“good girl,” he murmurs. “you tell me if it’s too much, yeah? color system?”
“green,” you breathe. “i’m good.”
“we’ll see how long that lasts.”
he says it’s to get you “warmed up,” but he’s just greedy — he has to be inside you before anyone else.
you’re on your back now, legs open, hands pinned above your head. simon’s above you, slow and deep and filthy with the way he talks you through it.
“look at you,” he murmurs, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “so fuckin’ pretty underneath me. takin’ my cock like you were made for it.”
you whimper. your back arches. he’s hitting every spot, slow and mean, just enough to make your toes curl.
“she always this loud?” price mutters from the chair in the corner, watching with his legs spread. he’s palming his cock through his jeans. “or are you showin’ off, sweetheart?”
you moan louder on purpose.
simon leans down, kisses your throat, then licks a long stripe up to your jaw.
“she wants to show off,” he says, low. “let her.”
“slut,” price mutters, unzipping. “she’ll be beggin’ for more soon enough.”
könig’s beside the bed now, his massive hand stroking slowly as he watches your cunt stretch around simon’s cock.
“du bist wunderschön,” he says under his breath, voice thick. “so warm… so wet…”
you’re soaked. it’s obscene — the way you’re already shaking, already clinging to simon’s back like you can’t take it.
but you don’t tell him to stop.
simon lets you come twice before he pulls out.
he’s still so gentle with you — his voice low, his praise soft — but he holds you down while you writhe through your second orgasm, pressing kisses to your jaw while his cock slides out of your soaked cunt with a wet, messy sound.
“that’s it, baby,” he murmurs. “good girl. that’s my sweet girl.”
you’re still panting, thighs trembling, skin flushed and sticky when price comes up behind him.
price looks calm — terrifyingly calm — while he strokes himself lazily, eyes trained on your wrecked body like he’s already imagining you in tears again.
“you said don’t be gentle,” he mutters, sliding two fingers between your folds, spreading your slick. “gonna hold to that.”
simon doesn’t argue. just kisses your cheek and steps aside.
price grabs you by the hips, flips you fast, and presses your face into the sheets.
you don’t even have time to gasp before he spits on your cunt and slides in with one deep thrust.
“oh, there she is,” he mutters, hips snapping into yours. “that’s what i fuckin’ thought. mouthy little brat’s just a cock-drunk whore.”
his pace is brutal. fast. mean. no build-up. he’s fucking you like he’s trying to prove a point, and maybe he is — maybe he wants you ruined. destroyed. too dumb to even remember your name.
you’re crying, one hand gripping the sheets, the other reaching behind you like you don’t know if you want to push him away or pull him deeper.
“look at her,” he growls, yanking your hair back. “simon, you fuckin’ train her like this? can’t even take a proper pounding.”
“she can take it,” simon says, sitting at the edge of the bed, watching with his cock in hand. “she just needs a minute.”
price slaps your ass — hard.
“no minutes. not for sluts.”
he wraps a hand around your throat and pulls you back, so your spine arches and you’re crying out into the air.
you hear simon groan under his breath. you see könig bite his lip through the mask.
“scheiße,” könig whispers. “she’s perfect.”
price finally lets go of your throat and pulls out. you’re trembling — wrecked — barely holding yourself up on your elbows.
“flip her again,” he mutters. “wanna see her face when she gags.”
you’re dizzy, flushed, breathless, but you obey — roll to your back, eyes glassy.
könig leans over you, massive hands gripping your thighs as he pulls you down the mattress toward him.
“you okay, liebling?” he murmurs, lowering his mask just enough to kiss your temple. “you say the word, we stop.”
you nod fast, throat tight.
he kisses you again — softer this time — then slides his cock between your lips.
but könig’s big, thicker than you expected, and he goes slow at first — until he hears simon whisper “she can take more” behind you, and then he grabs your jaw with both hands and starts fucking your mouth deep.
you gag, throat flexing, spit sliding down your chin.
price slides two fingers back into your cunt and starts fucking you while könig’s cock is in your mouth.
“this what you wanted?” price mutters, watching the way your thighs twitch. “fuckin’ messy little girl with her mouth full and her cunt wide open?”
simon’s behind you now, kissing your neck, stroking your ribs.
“you’re doin’ so good, bunny,” he whispers. “they don’t even know how perfect you are yet.”
you try to moan but könig groans low and holds your head down, cock deep in your throat while your eyes roll back.
you’re losing it. barely holding on. overstimmed already.
and they haven’t even fucked you together yet.
legs wide. thighs soaked. arms limp on the mattress while price fingers you open and simon kisses your cheek and könig strokes his cock just a few inches from your face.
“gonna give her a minute?” simon murmurs, thumb brushing your ribs. “she’s sensitive.”
price pulls his fingers out — and spits on your cunt again. your thighs twitch. simon grips your hand, gently, lovingly.
“breathe, baby,” he whispers. “i got you.”
price’s cock is already hard again. he rubs the tip through your folds, presses the head against your pussy — and simon does the same right behind him.
“we’ll go slow, bunny,” simon murmurs, softer. “just breathe. i won’t let go.”
he stays right beside you, holding your hand, kissing your shoulder, whispering you can do it, sweet girl, while two thick cocks start pushing into your pussy at once.
you’ve never been this full. never been stretched this wide.
“fuck,” price growls. “tight little thing.”
“she’s takin’ it so good,” simon mutters. “fuckin’ angel.”
when they bottom out — both of them — you’re a mess.
tears spill down your cheeks. your thighs tremble violently. simon kisses them.
“say it,” he hisses. “tell me you’re a cockdrunk whore.”
“i-i’m— i’m a cockdrunk whore—”
slow at first — long, grinding thrusts that make you sob — then faster. rougher. harder.
you’re so full. too full. every stroke makes you shudder, shake, scream, twitch. there’s no space to think, no chance to catch your breath.
you’re just their bunny. their fuckpet. their slut.
and then könig kneels beside your head and lifts his mask again.
“open,” he growls, and you do — you open wide, tongue out, drool already spilling — and he shoves his cock into your throat while the other two keep fucking you.
könig whispers good girl while he fucks your throat and cups your cheek and watches your eyes glaze over with dumb, messy tears.
“she’s gonna break,” simon whispers, watching you fall apart.
“good,” price mutters, gritting his teeth. “that’s what she wanted, innit?”
könig’s thrusts get sloppy — rough and fast — and he grunts a warning, one big hand gripping your jaw tight.
he pulls out and groans low as he finishes on your tits.
simon’s still holding your hand.
then simon kisses your temple and moves behind you — gently brushing your hair back — and price shifts in front.
“again,” price growls. “until she screams.”
completely soft in simon’s arms, thighs shaking and sore, pretty mouth open as he strokes his fingers along your cheek and whispers praises in your ear.
“you did so good, bunny. so fuckin’ good for us.”
your cunt’s still twitching. stretched, aching, wet and swollen. you’re still leaking from the last round and now—now könig’s huge hand is sliding down your belly and between your legs.
“shhh, mein schatz,” he murmurs, kissing your jaw. “you’re okay. just breathe.”
your whole body twitches.
you shake your head. you try to say “too much” but it comes out like a breathless whine and—
“c’mon, sweetheart,” price growls behind you. “you think we’d stop just ‘cause you’re sobbing?”
könig leans down, voice a low rumble in your ear.
“i’ll be gentle,” he lies.
“breathe for me, bunny. i’m right here.”
you blink up at him. try to focus. try to think. but then könig’s fingers are inside you again—two, then three—and he’s groaning when he feels how sloppy and warm you still are.
“you’re ready for me,” he says, voice low and dark. “ready for my cock.”
“that ruined cunt’s ready for anyone.”
you flinch—but simon kisses your forehead.
“don’t listen to him,” he whispers. “you’re perfect, baby. fuckin’ perfect.”
“and filthy,” price adds. “don’t forget that.”
you’re crying before könig’s even inside you.
but when he presses in—slow, thick, deeper than deep—your body seizes, and simon has to hold you tighter just to keep you from shaking apart.
“good girl,” könig growls, cock sliding in inch by inch. “my brave, brave girl.”
you sob into simon’s neck.
“you’re okay,” he says gently. “he’s almost there. you’re takin’ it so well.”
you feel so full you might break.
your cunt spasms and clenches and your hips jerk up without meaning to, and könig growls again, grabs your thighs, and starts to fuck into you—harder. deeper. steady and slow but so brutal, like he’s trying to reach your heart through your cunt.
price watches from the end of the bed.
“can’t believe she’s still takin’ cock,” he mutters.
“’course she is,” simon murmurs, kissing your cheek. “she’s my good girl.”
“your good girl’s droolin’.”
your mouth is open, jaw slack, tears spilling from your eyes and spit slipping down your chin, but you don’t care. all you can feel is könig, simon, simon, könig, praise and pressure and pain all tangled into something unbearable.
könig’s hand closes around your throat.
you whine—loud and high—and simon grabs your hand, kisses it, presses it to his chest like he’s anchoring you while könig chokes you with one hand and fucks you with the other.
“feel that?” könig growls. “feel how tight you are?”
“…so tight,” you sob. “s-so f-full—”
he thrusts deeper, harder.
“you’re gonna come again,” simon whispers. “i know you are, bunny. just one more, yeah?”
you shake your head, but you’re already close.
your body knows it better than your mind.
“you come on his cock, i’ll make you come again after,” he mutters. “don’t be shy, sweetheart. show us how fuckin’ filthy you are.”
your body convulses, mouth wide, eyes shut, and your orgasm hits like lightning—shaking through you, raw, endless—and könig fucks you through it like he’s trying to split you in two.
presses kisses to your sweaty forehead like you’re not being ruined right in front of him.
you barely register when it ends.
könig pulls out slow, careful. simon whispers something against your temple. price grunts as he wipes you down with a warm cloth, gently — no more teasing, no more filth, just quiet hands and steady movements.
your eyes are half-closed.
you try to sit up, but simon presses a hand to your chest.
“easy, bunny,” he murmurs. “don’t move yet.”
you let your head fall back.
your skin is sticky with sweat. your thighs ache. your cunt feels swollen and used and wet with more than just your own arousal. and yet—you feel safe. cradled. protected.
you blink up at the ceiling.
your mouth opens, then closes again.
“she’s out of it,” price mutters, crouching beside the bed. he runs two fingers across your forehead, brushing back your hair. “not surprised. took three of us.”
“let’s run her a bath,” simon says. “hot water’ll help.”
“i’ll do it,” könig offers softly, already on his feet.
you hear water running in the other room.
hear towels being unfolded. doors creaking. someone — probably simon — rummaging through drawers.
price’s hand rests on your knee.
he just stays there until the water stops.
you don’t remember being carried.
you’re in simon’s arms, then könig’s hands are helping guide you down into the bath. the water’s hot — just how you like it — and your body folds into it with a shuddering sigh.
“there we go,” simon breathes, crouched beside the tub. “that’s it, baby.”
your head lolls against the back of the tub.
price crouches beside you and tilts your chin up.
“you with us, sweetheart?”
“no sleep yet,” he mutters, brushing a finger under your eye. “you sleep now and you’ll drown.”
“we’ll help,” könig says, and he lowers himself behind you into the tub, pulling you back gently into his chest. “just lean on me, mein schatz.”
your eyes close. your fingers twitch.
you feel lips at your temple — simon.
you feel someone washing your thighs — price.
you feel könig’s hands stroking your stomach, your arms, whispering soft german that melts into the steam.
“you did so good, bunny,” simon murmurs, brushing a sponge over your collarbone. “so proud of you.”
“took us all,” price adds, voice low. “took it like a proper slut.”
“a good slut,” he murmurs, kissing your shoulder. “our perfect little pet.”
you hum — a soft, broken little noise — and simon smiles.
“you can sleep soon,” he promises, “but not yet, yeah?”
you try to nod, but your head just rolls toward him.
price washes between your legs with slow, reverent fingers.
könig holds you steady and hums under his breath.
“we’ll take care of you,” simon whispers. “always.”
and when they dry you off — with warm towels and steady hands — you don’t even notice when you’re carried back to bed.
all three of them climb in with you.
price behind you. simon at your front. könig at your feet, rubbing your calves.
you fall asleep with simon’s hand on your chest, price’s breath against your neck, and könig’s soft voice murmuring, “du gehörst uns.”