The Simp Express

“Are you… ah…” Garroth can feel himself melting into your touch. The hand you hold against his face is so warm. So calming. It almost makes him forget that his cock is buried deep inside of you. Almost, but not quite. “I can’t think straight. That’s how good you’re making me feel.”

As Garroth admires your flushed expression, he can’t help but wonder how things ended up this way. He’d be doing you a huge disfavour if he didn’t admit to how beautifully captivating you are, but he’d be doing himself a disfavour by saying he knew what he was doing. It’s not like the boy is completely clueless, he’s had sex before, but he’s never had a one night stand.

Until tonight, it seems.

It isn’t very often that a group of young adults partake in a game of seven minutes in heaven - not in Garroth’s opinion, anyway. That kind of thing is usually reserved for teenagers and college-goers, not for something like a block party.

Target demographic aside, Garroth found it strange that such a game would get started at a time like this. He found it even stranger that his group of friends would set up this kind of game, much less the fact that he found himself being shoved into a dark closet without his consent. As it goes, it was a similar story on your side, too.

Despite what many outsiders might assume, you and Garroth decided to skip the kissing and the awkward silence to partake in some pleasant small talk instead. It was one of the best decisions Garroth has ever made.

To be honest, Garroth isn’t sure how he hadn’t met you earlier! Someone like you, who he could only think to describe using compliments, was a genuine joy to be around. He was thrilled that you decided to stick around and chat after the two of you were released from the confines of the closet - even more so when you accepted his offer to walk home together.

It came as a surprise to Garroth that, despite meeting you at a block party, you didn’t, in fact, live on the block. You only came clean with this information after the two of you had walked around the entire block for the third consecutive time.

At first you were too embarrassed to admit that the person who promised to be your host had left earlier in the night, but time has a funny way of bringing out the truth. An early exit isn’t usually a problem but you were 90% certain that your host was engaging in some fun you weren’t keen on overhearing.

Being the person he is, Garroth obviously offered to let you stay at his place. Sure, the boy may have two roommates but his door has a lock!

Garroth’s grip on the bedsheets tightens as he attempts to maintain his self-control. As much as he wants to pull himself close to you, he doesn’t dare lay his hands on you - lest the boy accidentally end up hurting you. He’s already sizably larger than you, not to mention his abnormal strength.

But oh, how good he feels every time he sinks deep into your cunt. Feeling you around his length is like nothing he’s ever known. It’s addictive; so very damn addictive.

Your hand slips from Garroth’s face as you gingerly bite down on the side of your hand. Every thrust of the boy’s hips causes another quiet sound to slip past your lips. It feels good - you feel good - but you can’t help but feel like the boy is not enjoying himself quite as much as you are. It’s as though every movement he makes is made in an effort not to go too far.

You turn your gaze up to the boy. His expression looks tense and sweat lines his hairline. You try to open your mouth to speak but the quiet, involuntary moans choke out the words you want to say.

Embarrassed, you turn your head and tuck your face into the pillow.

Having your eyes closed seems to make the boy’s hesitance all the more clear. It almost feels like he’s faltering before every move he makes. Even after getting this far, you can’t help but fear the worst.

You’ll be the first to admit that getting thrown into the closet with the cute blonde was the best thing that could’ve happened to you, but even that was something that he didn’t have much choice in. He offered you a place to stay since your friend was nowhere to be seen, but it never seemed like he had intentions to sleep with you. It was only after you suggested it that he went along. Was he just trying to spare your feelings? Is the boy not actually enjoying himself?

Despite the flaring uncertainty that festers in your stomach, you put your hand against the boy’s chest and give him a small shove. “W-wait.”

Upon hearing your request, Garroth stops himself immediately. Has he done something wrong? He certainly hopes not. If the look on your face is anything to go off of then, well, it’s probably best that he just asks you straight up. “Are you okay?” He asks, noticing how you refuse to meet his gaze.

“Yeah, I’m okay. It’s just that…”

Despite the ache and desire to continue, Garroth quickly pulls away. “I’m so, so sorry! I hurt you, didn’t I? Good Irene, I should’ve been more careful-”

“No, that’s not it at all!” You assure the boy. You don’t try to pull him back in, but you do sit up beside him. “I just… I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Me?” Garroth repeats, confused. “I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

“I don’t know. I mean… it just seemed like you were…” Garroth watches as you hide your expression behind your hands. Worry immediately sets in but he prevents himself from reaching forward. After a deep breath, you continue. “It seemed like you weren’t really enjoying yourself. Or like, it feels like you’re holding back. Did I…? Is this too much?”

It hadn’t even occurred to Garroth that you might be picking up on his deliberate attempts to stop himself from accidentally squishing you. It comes as an even bigger surprise that his actions might be interpreted as reluctance.

Garroth is stunned. It’s true that you were the one who initiated, but that hardly means that Garroth was doing this out of obligation! Shouldn’t that be obvious?

“You have nothing to worry about!” Garroth insists. “I’m not just going through the motions. Far from it!” He finishes and gently holds your hand, caressing the skin with his thumb before leaning down to place a kiss against your fingers. It’s affectionate - far more affectionate than one might expect from something like a one night stand - but for Garroth, it feels natural.

He places another kiss against the palm of your hand, then another on your wrist. His lips keep traveling further up your arm until his kisses have reached the base of your neck. 

What you think will lead to hesitation surprisingly provides none. There’s no semblance of hesitance as the boy turns your face and presses a kiss upon your lips. It’s a slow and cherished kiss; as if this will be the only time he’ll ever get to kiss you. Something that, to be fair, might not be inherently wrong.

While your first instinct was to pull away from the kiss, the boy quickly chases your lips with his own. One of his hands slips around your waist and the other glides across the top of your thigh. You nearly lose yourself in the moment when your companion suddenly pulls away.

“Do you want to keep going?” He asks, his eyes peering up at you with a quiet but desperate plea.

Despite how the words sit right on your tongue, you’re too bashful to want to admit what’s painfully obvious. Beneath the boy’s gaze you can only nod at his request; let alone how you can hardly manage to hold his gaze at all.

With that simple reply, Garroth gains confidence.

Garroth takes his time with you. He carefully guides you back against the bed while whispering sweet words of affirmation the whole time. Once your head is against the pillow, Garroth dips down and peppers kisses against your neck and chest. A girl like you deserves to be pampered.

You’re beautiful. You’re so gosh dang beautiful! Garroth can’t get enough. From your chest down to your hips, Garroth is tempted to kiss every single inch of skin. He knows that’s not reasonable but he can’t help but love the way you shudder beneath every kiss. Your every reaction fuels his desires, to keep kissing until he’s satisfied, but Garroth knows not to keep a lady like yourself waiting for too long.

Garroth pulls away from you and sits between your ankles. He places his hands on the inside of your knees and, while lowering himself onto his stomach, carefully pushes your legs apart. Once he’s comfortably settled, Garroth presses a kiss just above your clit.

With no notable reaction from the action, Garroth begins to use his tongue against your clit. At first he tries to get a good rhythm but that quickly becomes a challenge when your hips start to move out of time with his gentle strokes. The boy is still quite adamant about not hurting you, but that doesn’t mean he won’t touch you.

The blonde is quick to wrap his arms around your thighs and pull your cunt flush against his face. He uses your attempts to grind as a guide to where you desire his touch the most. It isn’t long before the boy finds the perfect way to tease your clit.

Despite the short time he’s known you, Garroth can easily see himself getting addicted to you. From your fingers tangled in his hair to your increasingly needy movements, Garroth can only hope that he’s helping to bring you to your climax. If the way you roll your hips is anything to go off of, you’re getting really close. He hadn’t thought about it before, but the image of you reaching your climax suddenly floods his mind.

To see you arching off the bed; hear your voice consumed by pleasure; feel you pulling him in as you ride out your orgasm; it’s all Garroth can think about. He’s not sure if he should be thinking about you in such a blatantly dirty way, but when his face was literally between your legs he figured it wasn’t a problem.

Garroth is so enthralled by the notion of making you cum that he fails to realise that you do, in fact, reach your climax. Instead, he keeps going.

While you’re trying to come down from your high, your companion’s efforts keep you from coming down. The feeling is nearly as excruciating as it is pleasurable. A part of you tries to pull away, but another urges you to stay right where you are.

With a mind muddled with pleasure and desire, you try to get the boy’s attention through other means. At first you try tugging on his hair but his grip on you grows tighter and his pace becomes more relentless. You can’t even begin to get his attention with your words - your every attempt to speak is swallowed up by your breathless pants and moans.

Things really come to a head when the boy decides to gently push two of his fingers into your cunt. What you hopped was a moment to breathe was nothing but the boy’s efforts to keep you feeling good. To his credit, you were feeling good - too good.

Right on the precipice of giving in to your desires, a desperate plea slips from your lips.

Hearing you whine so loudly causes Garroth’s attention to snap over to you. To his surprise, you have your face buried between your arm and the pillow.

Garroth climbs over your body in an instant. He uses one of his arms to hold himself up while the other gently caresses the side of your face. “H-hey, are you okay? Was I too rough with you?” Garroth tries to get you to look at him but you keep your gaze hidden.

A mix of guilt and worry pools in Garroth’s stomach. He’s about to pull away when you quietly whisper something.

Garroth leans closer on instinct but he still can’t make out what you’re saying. Against his better judgement, Garroth gently pries your face out of your hands and forces you to meet his gaze. He wasn’t sure what he’d find when you looked up at him, but gosh. You’re so much prettier than he first realized.

“Geeze…” You shy away from the boy’s gaze. “Are you really gonna make me ask you again?”

Garroth suddenly clues into the situation and realises that you’re subtly grinding against the length of his cock. He barely has the chance to give you his reply before he’s bottomed out inside of you.

You grasp the boy’s arms tightly, almost desperately, as he starts to pull out. You’re almost embarrassed when a moan slips from your lips. Your companion, however, seems more than delighted to catch the quiet sound of pleasure.

You can feel the bed shift beneath you as the boy slowly pushes his length back into you. You’re still pretty sensitive from everything before so adding this on top is really pushing you to your limit. It’s no wonder why, when the thrusts of the blonde’s hips become more consistent, you can hardly hold back.

You can tell from the way your companion’s thrusts falter that he’s already really close to his climax. For a moment you think he might be holding back, but that’s when he suddenly pulls away. You open your eyes just in time to see the boy cumming on your stomach.

You’re surprised, but not because of anything your companion did. Rather, you’re surprised that the first thing he does is reach for his discarded shirt and clean you up - without climbing off the bed, no less. It isn’t long before you find yourself watching the boy in a mix of amusement and awe. You don’t suppose it’s very odd that the boy who was so afraid to hurt you was such a gentle caretaker.

When all is said and done, the boy is lying down beside you with a look that’s akin to affection. It’s flattering, to be sure, but not quite what one would expect from a night such as this.

“You’re so beautiful.”

If your face wasn’t flushed before, it was about to be. “Y-you think so?” You finally manage to stammer out. “I’m not one to toot my own horn, but thanks.” You start to sit up but feel compelled to stop when the boy starts to follow.

The boy, whether knowingly or not, breathes a sigh in relief when you stop mid-way. No matter how hard you try, you can’t help but find him ever-so endearing. “I don’t want to overstep my bounds, but, do you want to…?” He smiles at you ever so gently, asking you to stay with nothing but his open arms.