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

PRAISE CENTRAL ALL DAY EVERYDAY

simeon would naturally be no different from that of a saint given that he’s an actual angel. with the way he treats you, it seems that his only purpose in life is to compliment and shower you with never-ending love and praise. this man THRIVES off of complimenting you, and he makes sure that you feel loved and cherished throughout every moment you share.

and this praise doesn’t leave when you’re in the bedroom, rather he gets even more determined to make sure you feel like the most beautiful person in the world. simeon is the dictionary definition of ‘sappy and sensual’.  the way he’ll just gently thrust into you while whispering sweet nothings into your ear makes you feel like you did actually just ascend into heaven. 

he always makes sure that during sex the focus is on YOU. it makes you feel selfish sometimes with all the pleasure simeon constantly gives you but that’s exactly what the man is all about. GIVING.

he finds it to be a lot more pleasurable on his side seeing the way you moan and pant from his light touches and would love nothing more than to just make you feel good.

your schedule is gonna have to be free because he will spend HOURS admiring just how perfect you are. he’s already gentle towards everyone anyway but as soon as he’s with you, he’s even more loving and soft - placing tender and sweet kisses all over your body, trailing circles with his fingers on your skin making you melt into the sheets from how affectionate his is to you.

corruption kink

the perks of being an angel is that everyone thinks you’re completely innocent and pure, doing no wrong and never succumbing to any thoughts that could be considered wrongful. 

however, behind the curtain, simeon hates to admit that with each passing day he spends with you, those “wrongful” thoughts seem to grow louder and louder in his mind everyday. his corruption kink snuck up to him very gradually. it began with him thinking that he could never get turned on by such a sinful idea but slowly feeling the way his dick would twitch more intensely inside of you every time you accidentally scratched your nails down his back and begged him for more. much to his dismay, he saw himself become increasingly greedy - wanting to be a bit rougher with you and for you to do the same to him, getting hard at the sight of you breathless and shaking, wanting to mark you so he could be reminded of what happened the morning after. these thoughts and feelings, one after another, soon enough made him cave in with him thinking “this isn’t that bad, is it?” as he aggressively drives into you, gripping your neck and slowly squeezing until your eyes roll back. 

“this doesn’t make me sinful…” “it’s just a one time thing….” is what he would try to think every time he would commit these sins with you - constantly making up excuses to hide the fact he enjoys indulging in more aggressive and naughty acts a little bit too much.

overstimulation

and with his corruption kink becoming prevalent the more he gets intimate with you, so would his love for overstimulation. simeon would never be described as greedy but it seems he simply just can’t hold back when he’s with you - his hands seeming to gravitate towards your body without him even thinking about it and then before he knows it, he’s got his fingers buried inside of you, smiling softly at the way you moan and writhe in response. he just completely adores heightening your senses as well as his own so that you feel nothing but pure bliss - he doesn't want to overwhelm you, but does like to push you past a certain point so that you end up with your entire body shaking and are left with nothing else on your mind but him.

however, as said above, overstimulation doesn’t stop with you. PLEASE just ruin this man. simeon would never like to admit just how much he loves being overstimulated but if you do so much as jerk him off, he will moan embarrassingly loud, choking out telling you to give him more. he’s a very modest person, usually always focusing his attention on you and your body but don’t ever think that he wouldn’t enjoy you returning it back to him. 

he has his own sensitive spots that make him practically drool every time you touch them *cough cough his nipples* *definitely do not touch his nipples* *cough cough he definitely doesn’t like his nipples getting played with* once you find them, there’s no going back - he’ll end up begging at your feet for you to just toy with him and use him for your own pleasure. he ends up getting himself in such a state that the next morning, he’ll immediately sit and pray in his room, trying to atone for how sinful he was acting the night before. but at the end of the day, you know that it’s useless because he’ll just come crawling back to commit the same atrocities with you each and every night.

light bondage

please just tie this man up with ribbons like a damn present. 

he was very surprised to see you suggest bondage as an act of intimacy because from what he’s seen and read, it sounds very intense for him. but as soon as he saw the pastel ribbons and soft fabrics in your hand his interest was more than piqued. never in a million years did simeon think he would enjoy getting tied up as much as he does but when he’s with you, the surprises seem to never end. he adores both getting tied up and doing the same to you as he loves the way the silk feels on his skin and seeing how beautiful the colours look on you - he sees himself using ribbons and silk in the bedroom a lot more than he would’ve imagined, constantly reminding the both of you “this will help us restrain ourselves so that we don’t get too carried away” as an excuse to hold you back, although in his mind this is only fuelling his ever-growing fantasies. 

doing this + overstimulation? simeon might as well give up his duty of being an “angel” just so he can do this every single day. tie his hands up against his head and overstimulate the fuck out of him and he will literally cum in seconds. he’s extremely sensitive so your touch alone makes him go crazy and with him not being able to have any power due to his hands being bound, his mind races with thoughts of what you’re going to do to him. (just slut him out) (please)

won’t openly say it but he is a MASOCHIST.

And his eyes go all wide and his breathing shallow and he flushes so hard you can almost feel the heat of it radiating off his cheeks.

You shut your book with a loud snap that makes him jump a little, and set it aside without looking away from him.  The way your smile morphs into a smirk is the only warning he gets, before you tackle him back onto the lush violet grass and just go for it, zero to one hundred in under three seconds, tilting his head way back with a hand on his cheek and your thumb pressed up under the point of his chin and your mouth attacking his throat with hot wet kisses and gentle scrapes of teeth and sucking invisible hickeys onto his tender brown skin.

He instantly gets hard — you feel it happen against you with the way you've straddled his hips — and he groans so loud and harsh as it happens that it scares off a nearby murder of devil-crows and you wonder if you might have just broken him a little.

You don't stop, though, because he holds onto you tight with gloved hands, and lets you press him down into the soft grass with your gentle weight on him, and lets you hold his head tilted back and drag down his collar to lay the hot touch of your mouth all over his vulnerable throat.

You won't stop until you've had your fill, for as long as he loves letting you take it, until his shaky overwhelmed moans and whimpers and the taste of his skin on your tongue stoke the fire inside you high enough to burn even you.

By the time you leave his throat tingling in the aftermath of your attentions and move on to his bare shoulders, he's panting like he can’t get enough and squirming under you.  He grabs your hips and starts rutting up eagerly against you, clothed cock against clothed cunt, and you give a pleased little hum of a chuckle and let him.

"Entertain you, hmm?" you say again, a smug murmur between presses of your mouth to the warm skin of his shoulders.  "Is this entertaining enough for you?"

Simeon gives a breathy little chuckle.  "Oh, I don't know," he says, breathlessly coy even as he can't seem to stop squirming and arching up towards your kisses, "you could perhaps entertain me a little more—"

So you smirk and start grinding down against him, hard and slow to really feel the length of his hard cock against your cunt through all the layers of fabric between you, really grind that delicious pressure and friction out of him that lights up everything between your legs and up into your lower belly with shimmering heat.  It sends him whimpering high and bucking unevenly up against your steady grind, like he can't control it, can't stop the motion of his own hips in the face of that heavy pleasure — sends him moaning breathless little exclamations of "Yes, yes yes, oh —"

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