TW: Corruption Kink, Angel x Human, Oral, Softdom! Simeon, Edging, Sex toys, Simeon's a total tease, Explicit descriptions, BDSM, Drooling, NOT Proofread
A/N: I love this guy #GettingHimPregnant. Thanks for the request! ❤︎ ya!
: ̗̀➛ I FEEL LIKE A CORRUPTION KINK WOULD FIT HIM SO WELL OMGG
: ̗̀➛ Whether it be you corrupting him, or vice versa, he would totally be into it.
: ̗̀➛ When he corrupts you, Simeon would take forever. He’s so slow and diligent, asking what you want and making you talk.
: ̗̀➛ He’d never degrade you, no, but he’d tease you HARD. Soft hands gliding up and down your sides, gently dragging his nails against your sweaty skin.
: ̗̀➛ Simeon loves to watch you squirm— you’re just too cute for him!
: ̗̀➛ And kisses are a must have for him, definitely. Simeon would never bruise you with hickeys, he hates hurting you, so lip-gloss laced kisses will do just fine.
: ̗̀➛ He’s so selfless, too. Definitely a giver 100%. Simeon gets off on your pleasure, so blowjobs aren’t necessary.
: ̗̀➛ Unless, of course, you want to give him one.
: ̗̀➛ Ohh and he loves sex toys. Simeon keeps them hidden away in a box under his bed. A pure white with golden accents like it just fell from heaven.
: ̗̀➛ However with how soft Simeon can be, he’ll never fail to remind you who’s in charge.
: ̗̀➛ When you get too bratty, whining and demanding him to just fuck you already, he certainly won’t hesitate to climb off of you and grind a vibrator into your clit.
: ̗̀➛ And he’d totally edge you. Not to the point it hurts— never! Just enough to drive you crazy.
: ̗̀➛ Now when you’re in charge, Simeon is so obedient.
: ̗̀➛ He loves to watch you on top of him, legs straddling his stomach while you glare down at him with your meanest face— which he argues is cuter than scary.
: ̗̀➛ Simeon adores BDSM. He loves to get tied down. Feeling the ribbon tightly wrapped around his wrists grounds him.
: ̗̀➛ And he could break out of it, of course, but watching you in control makes him so much more worked up than it should.
: ̗̀➛ Seriously, he could cum just from feeling you grind against him, and he has.
: ̗̀➛ OMG AND HIS NIPPLES ARE SO SENSITIVE
: ̗̀➛ Like, running your fingers against them and he’ll cum sensitive. If you suck on them? He might just explode.
: ̗̀➛ And Simeon leaks so much precum. His cock twitchy and sensitive, the pretty tip pumping out silky pearls of cum.
: ̗̀➛ And Simeon definitely drools. Sometimes the pleasure is just too much! When his eyes curled into the back of his skull, bucking his hips into your cunt, he can’t help but let some dribble past his lips.
: ̗̀➛ And when he’s a good boy, which he normally is, you’ll reward him with a soft kiss to his lips
Can't stop thinking about Simeon so yeah here's whatever this is🙏🤩
Lustful blue eyes that draw you in, an invitation. Shy blushing cheeks that are embarrassed yet curious. Lips begging for yours, to feel, to taste.
Hungry, needy, his hands grip on to your clothes as a way to ground himself. You hug him tighter, his body squirming against yours, it's new, different. This strange feeling. Lips meet and meet again, he grows desperate, his body demanding more before his brain can even process what he wants.
He shudders at the new feeling, hips bucking against your body, gasping into the kisses. It's a delicious burn that leaves him craving for more. He looks at you, eyes squinting from pleasure, silently asking-begging-for relief.
Between kisses, one by one, every last layer of his clothes are removed until he lays bare, exposed to his goddesses eyes. You see all, his body, his soul, his need. He looks up with such devoting eyes, ready to please, to do as you command.
His body unconsciously moves, presenting itself more, an enticing submission to you. Your eyes travel all over his body, taking in the sight. The shiver running through him that makes his hips twitch. The way his chest raises with each shaky breath. The light blush on his cheeks, his soft brown hair framing his face. All yours, your husband, whom you wanted nothing more than to love throughly.
Your hand-now adorned with a ring-goes to cup his cheek and he nuzzles into your touch. His mind is a mess, but admist the chaos one thing is clear, his love for you, he's said it countless times, shown you, but he wants to take it a step further. He's ready, desire taking a place next to his adoration. Desire to be yours and yours alone, to be loved through your touches, become witless from your love.
Your lips glide against his skin like a brush on a canvas, leaving behind red petals. His breath hitches, and he writhes from the combination of your bites and the feather like touch, body pressing up against you. He's never felt anything like this before, it's addicting. His body burns hotter, sweat forming on his skin.
He wants to hide his face and small noises, embarrassment making him feel conscious. However, your reassurances and request makes him move his hands above his head.
As a reward he feels your mouth wrap around one of his sensitive nubs, sucking and grazing your teeth around it. You alternate between the two, using your fingers to keep them both stimulated.
It feels strange, he feels strange. His head throws back as he let's out his first loud moan. It fuels you, your touch becoming hungrier for more of those sinful sounds coming from your angel. You keep your fingers on his nubs while your mouth descends, marking-claiming-more of him. He's trembling, mind dizzy from pleasure, hips seeking more of you.
The sound of a cap opening wakes him up, dazed eyes following the sound that leads to your hands. He doesn't remember when you had removed them from his body.
One blink and your hands move again, he sees something drip from them but his hazy mind can barely process what it is before he suddenly feels something prod at his entrance. A startled yelp escapes him followed by a sweet moan, another new sensation flooding his mind. Foreign yet alluring at the same time. His body unconsciously seeks for more, grinding against your skillfull fingers.
You keep moving, searching until your fingers press against his most sensitive spot. It's magical, like a button that makes his mind break. He's moaning seamlessly now, mouth wide open and begging. You his kind lover oblige, rubbing that spot and stretching him out carefully until he is ready for you.
By the time your tip grazes his entrance he's already far gone, blue eyes glazed from arousal and heavy breaths that do nothing to calm his racing heart. You slowly ease your way in, keeping an eye on those furrowed eyebrows and soft lips. He whines at the feeling yet greedily sucks you in. More his body begs.
It's a sin, his burning desire, the sight of his arms pinned up, his legs spread open, eyes filled with lust. However he finds himself not minding this sin of his, rather, he wishes you corrupt him further, you his love, his goddesses, his fall from grace. He gives in to his true self, his desires and you. Hands reaching to embrace you as you start to thrust.
Lips meet again, hungrier, greedier. A need to become one. Your movements become harsher, filling him up over and over again. Broken gasps spill from him as he grips you tightly.
His eyes curiously look down at the intrusion, following the way it appears and disappears. He also catches the small bulge that forms on his skin when you're inside. It's hypnotizing, he can't help but clench down and whimper.
Your voice is teasing, words filled with obscene promises that make him blush harder. He feels himself nearing a peak, alerted, he warns you which you respond to by folding him, your hands moving to hold his legs against the bed. The new position offers different sensations. He trembles from pleasure, nothing but your touch registers in his mind. Your mouth on his, your hands holding him down, your hips against him. It's overwhelming yet delicious, tears roll down his face as he looks up to you.
You murmur praises into his mouth. He soaks it up, his body taking more, asking for more. It's addicting, lust taking over his mind as he falls into you. It's sudden, a broken moan followed by a wet stream that paints both your stomachs. For the first time he releases, it's a sight you'll never forget, one so captivating that it makes your hips keep moving.
His sensitivity heightens, squirming in your hold, he whimpers and whispers all his sinful desires. Confessing to his goddesses, he hopes for more blessings, for you to reward his honesty. You're generous, kind, for hours you give all your attention to your most devoted follower.
You watch him come undone over and over again, hesitating in between each as the number increases. But hearing his soft pleas to keep going makes you accelerate the pace and move him into different positions.
Eventually he quiets down, his body growing limper until you hear him breathing softly. You gently pull away and start to clean him, carefully wiping his delicate skin. As he lays motionless on your now shared bed you feel a little emotional. He is yours and you his, tied together not just by vows but by souls as well. It was meant to be, a kind of love that surpasses differences, hardships, any obstacle that could separate the two of you.
He mumbles something in his sleep, snuggling closer to you. Smiling fondly at his adorable self, your left hand reaches for his, intertwining your fingers while you bring them up to your lips. You kiss the warm metal of his matching ring and whisper against it.
"I love you, sweet dreams my dear husband"
AGGHHHHH SIMEON AHSNSNDNS I LOVE THIS MAN BRO I NEED TO BE ABLE TO MARRY HIM IN THE NEW GAME AGHSHHSHSHSHAGHSGSHHAGAGHSHSGQG
“This chair is pretty comfortable.” After getting the texts from Simeon you came over to see what his new reading chair was like, if he could spend hours sitting in it reading you were expecting it had to be comfortable.
“It is.” A small chuckle that is part amusement and part disbelief. “I think you’d notice more if you were sitting on the cushion and not my lap.” When you had arrived you simply plopped yourself down so your legs were draped over one of the armrests.
“Maybe, do you want me to move?” Raising an eyebrow at him as you slide your palm along his bare shoulder. Watching the smallest flush grow along his cheeks and those sinfully blue eyes of his darting to the side so he isn’t looking directly at you.
“How would you read the book with me if you did?” It’s your turn to laugh because of course he’d come up with an excuse to keep you right where he wants you. Making another adjustment so your head is leaning against his chin as you settle in to join him. Well aware of his gloved hand resting on your hip to help keep you balanced on his lap.
Later when you nod off Simeon wishes he could get a picture to remember this by, but getting up would require him to move you. And he just can’t seem to figure out how to take the image with his D.D.D since he can’t get both of you in the frame. Maybe someday he’ll learn how to flip the camera on the device.
It’s only when Luke shows up to scold Simeon for staying up reading that he notices both of you asleep in the chair, with the book grasped in Simeon’s gloved hand and one of his fingers serving as a bookmark that you both jerk awake at the sudden interruption.
At least the chair is sturdier than it looked with both of you flailing around in it.
