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testoster0ne · 3 days
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simon
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pr3ttych1n1tah · 19 hours
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Too sweet, but I like the taste
description - Simon has a roommate that he starts to find that he has an interest for. maybe she's a little too sweet for him, but what if he likes the taste?
TW - oral (F), praise, degradation, mentions of purity
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You were beautiful, God like almost. Your angelic voice and the soft tone you carried with it. Your soft eyes and skin. There were times that Simon – the man who was known to have the most self control – couldn’t help but keep looking at you, his eyes boring into yours, relishing in the warmth that your gaze gave him.
Whenever he would open his wallet while he was with Soap or Gaz they would gawk at the picture Simon had of the two of you at a cafe. But God whenever one of them would gawk he couldn't help but have a prick in his stomach, something telling him that his feelings for her weren't so platonic.
 For a while Simon always just saw her as a roommate. Someone he didn’t see much. She woke up at sunrise and Simon wouldn’t wake up until noon. And Simon was mostly always being deployed. If anything he had only talked to her maybe three times. But one day, he woke up early because he was being deployed.
There he saw her, in her pink silk nightgown, accentuating your heart-shaped bum. Humming your little song playing on the TV. “Hi!” her startled voice didn’t go unnoticed when she caught him staring in the hallway to her kitchen. “Would you like some toast, or cereal?” her soft eyes looking into him for any uncertainty. From there on out he caught himself absently doing things for her or making time for her. He would accompany her on her runs because “What if some guy grabs her? or what if she gets hurt?”. And waking up a little after she did because “I happened to get good sleep” knowing very well that he didn’t sleep a lick but he wanted to help her in the kitchen and tell her to  be safe before she went out to work, but it didn’t matter, because when he was around her he couldn’t even feel tired. 
Slowly she caught on. She started waking up a little bit later, even if it made her late for work. She just wanted Simon to have his rest. She started making him lunch the days before he was deployed because “What if he doesn’t have anything to eat”. And she started wearing the pink silk nightgown more often because “It’s the most comfortable thing I own” and buying more packs of them even though they itched her hip. But the way he stared at her that morning she couldn’t get enough of it. She was intoxicated just as much as he was.
To Simon she was too sweet for him. She works in a dress shop, and half of her wardrobe is pink. She says thank you to siri, she says yes ma'am and sir when an adult talks to her, she gives smiles and compliments to the people who pass her, she wakes up at sunrise to make him his coffee and toast, and takes her coffee iced, and makes him lunch for deployment. She's too sweet for Simon Riley. Simon Riley who glares at the people who pass him. The simon Riley who goes to bed at three and wakes up at noon. Simon Riley who takes his coffee black and whose wardrobe only consists of black. She was too sweet for Simon Riley, too pure, too God-like.
But to her? He was the light he couldn’t see. Simon Riley was the man who would wake up early just to see her and talk to her before she went to work. He was the man who would call her “Love” and “Darling ''. He was the man who would kiss her cheek when she would give him his coffee black. He was the man she would giggle with her work partner about while dressing someone. He was the kind of man she would talk to her mother about. He was the man who would comfort her when a date went wrong, when she realized her feelings were not platonic. He was the man she would get off to in the confines of her bedroom, knowing he could hear her, just a door away. He was the man she would think about taking her purity. He was the man she would think about calling her a good girl and spit in her mouth. She was the man she thought about when her puffy pussy clenched around her fingers.
She was the kind of girl he would get morning wood about, She was the girl he would dream about taking the innocence of. She was the girl that he would check out when she bent over to get the pan he so needed.She was the kind of girl he would think about during missions. She was the kind of girl he would think about when she left the house and he would sit on his bed, all alone, hand seeping down his pants, through his boxers and past the stubble on his pubes.
He woke up to the sweet sound of her voice echoing through the apartment. She pranced around and hummed her melody. He leaned on the hallway opening, staring at her, eyes trailing down to her legs and her tiny fuzzy slippers. She turned around to face him, still muttering her little lyrics. “oh! Good morning!” she dragged out the g at the end and smiled at him. There it was, the sweet smile he would go gooey for. “Good morning sweetheart” He gave her a smirk back as he watched her push the button on her coffee maker to make two servings. “Coffee?” you questioned. “Black, as always hun” He watched as her cheeks flush red at the name. He walks to the fridge to get the jam to help her with the toast and he starts humming to the same tune. She reaches out her hand and he gives her the jam and he sticks out his hand and she gives him the crust of the bread to put in the trash. He wondered if it would be this way if they were married. She  turns to put the knife away into the sink when Simon's big body stops her in your tracks. “Watch where you're going sweetheart” she flushes a pretty pink with her body against his own. “You’d think you were blind with how much you bump your pretty body into things” his accent flaring around in his words. She tries to walk past him but he blockades her. He grabs her chin and uses his pointer finger to tilt her head up, now facing him, he can see the pretty pink that was flushed on her cheeks. “Aww baby, do I make you nervous?” he chuckles to see the pretty face he grew to know flush pinker.
 He slowly backs her up into the counter, pressing his fingers harder into her face, leaning down with every moving second. “Answer me baby. Do I make you nervous?” He cooed. He didn’t know where this extra confidence came from, maybe it was her tiny nightgown, now in a baby blue, maybe it was the purity ring sitting soundly on her finger, Or maybe even it was just the innocence of her, the radiating sense he got from her that she was angelic and pure and godly.
He pushes her up by her waist on top of the counter, her eyes boring into his, his fingers trailing down to her thighs were his hand stood still on her knee, slowly pushing it farther as he came closer to her face “You wanna be a good girl for me baby?” She nodded her head vigorously, she longed for this moment. He ducked his head down and started to close the gap between the two pairs of lips. He connected their lips and he felt a shockwave fall down his spine, he felt her soft lips against his compared rough pair. Her hands ran through his blonde, soft hair. She felt his hands creep through her nightgown pushing the pink silk up her waist. 
Before he could get any further he picked her up and hung her over his shoulder. He walked to the pink room down the hallway from his own room. He threw her on her pink bed, full of pushies varying from shapes and colors. She sat up spreading her legs, perked and ready for him. “Oh look at you sweetheart, all ready for me huh?” He teased, she pouted and pulled him in by the back of his neck and pressed her lips into his own. “Please” she moaned, pushing her hips into his. “Please what love?” Simon pinned her to the bed and started to push her pink silk up, resuming what he was doing in the kitchen “Please touch me daddy” Simon froze, he always thought about her moans and what she would say to him in bed, but god this? This was something different to him. He choked on his spit and chuckled a bit. “Good girl,” He teased. She bucked her hips in desperation and wrapped her legs around his waist. He started to push the dress farther and farther up her body until it hit her chest. He looked in her eyes for
confirmation. She nodded and put her arms up, helping him take the dress off of her frame. He pulled the silk cloth from her body and threw it behind himself. He stared at her body in awe, he always wanted to know what her perky tits would look like on display for him. And there she was, her entire body there on display for him. 
He started his kisses along her jaw and trailed them down the middle of her breasts, leaving his marks along her body, claiming her. He reached her pelvis and started to kiss around the pretty pink panties she had on and he cooed. “Aww baby, did you wear these for me sweetheart? Huh? You're all mine huh?” he asks her these questions and she tenses up,suddenly starting to feel smaller than she already was compared to this man. She doesn't answer his condescending questions, too lost in the pleasure she was receiving “Answer me you slut.” he licks a stripe up her pretty pink panties. she moans out and whines “Yes daddy I’m all yours!” she exclaims. He rips the pink cloth off of her waist and devores himself in the cunt he was given so nicely by the girl of his dreams. Here she was, all spread out like the good slut she was for him. He takes her clit in the nub of his thumb and starts making figures of eight on the sensitive bud. He slowly starts to insert his fingers into the warm tight cunt. She moans and grabs onto his arm to sustain herself. “Hmm you like that baby don’t you?” He patronizes her with his condescending tone. She moans in response as he is pushing his fat long fingers into her tight cervix, slowly hitting her g-spot. She arches her back from the mattress and lets out the whiniest  moan she could. He grunts in response. 
He grabs the top of her waist, stopping her movements in a halt as he scissors her pussy with his other arm. He replaces the nub of his thumb for his pink tongue. She whines at the sensation of his warm tongue hitting her clit. All the sensation makes her crumble as the pressure makes her sweat. He starts to move faster, knowing by the long and whiny moans that she would crumble under his own statue. He feels her core tighten around his fingers and teases “here you go baby, let go for me, hmm?” After hearing his voice and the non-stopping pleasure he was giving her she felt as if her core was ignited and let go of the pleasure she felt. She felt as if she was in heaven and so did he, seeing her fold underneath his touch, god it made it almost combust in his own pants. Although he knew that he needed more from her, he let her go, knowing that this was her first time. 
They sat there for minutes that felt as hours as she calmed her body down from  the mind bending orgasm she had. “Let's go get you cleaned up, hmm?” He asks rhetorically. She slowly nods her head, obviously out of it. He grabs her by the waist and cradles her in his arms. He puts her body resting against the wall of the bathroom as he heats up the water. He slowly strips himself of his own clothes, and realizes the wet spot in his boxers. Mentally laughing at himself he realized that he came in his own pants. She sees him laugh and furrows her brows in confusion “What's so funny?” she questions. He chuckles “Don't worry about it babe, let's just get you cleaned up.” He takes his last piece of cloth off and grabs her and puts her in the bath. 
They sit there as he washes her back and hair, making sure to get the whole surface lathered. She turns around unexpectedly and he jumps at the move. “I never got to….” she points her head down inferring his manhood. He laughs “oh sweetheart don't you worry about that, ill have my own time with you for that” he winks and she giggles.
When they went to bed and he cuddled himself next to her (a green frog plushie poking his back) he slowly realized it didn't matter how she was too sweet, he liked the taste. and there it was, your purity ring, somehow right on his pointer fisnger.
AHH thank you for the love, im hoping that maybe i can continue this, maybe make this a series??? ;3
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Sufjan Stevens
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
DOB: 1 July 1975
Ethnicity: White - Lithuanian, Greek
Nationality: American
Occupation: Singer, songwriter, musician
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Jean-Pierre Coffe (deceased)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
DOB: 24 March 1938 
RIP:29 March 2016
Ethnicity: White - French
Occupation: Presenter, food critic, writer
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