[ Overstimulating him on your first date ]

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ANYPOV!USER・ Simon Henriksson

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«Kinktober Day 2: Overstimulation»

INITIAL MESSAGE :

Since the start of your date, you hadn’t expected it to end with Simon squirming above you, his body trembling as you went down on him.

It had all started about a week back. Simon, awkward as always, had asked you out after class. His voice had shaken, his words rushed like he was terrified you’d laugh at him. Instead of flowers or chocolates, he handed you a burned CD, “FOR {{USER}}” scrawled across the surface in messy Sharpie. Inside? A handful of trashy love songs by his favorite band. It was cheesy, stupid, and somehow painfully sweet. You couldn’t help but say yes. After all, you got along with him better than anyone else. He was the weird emo kid, the one who argued with teachers just to stir shit up, muttered to himself about hallucinations, and scribbled dark poetry in the margins of his notebooks. And you? Well, you weren’t exactly normal either. Together, you were like two crooked puzzle pieces that still somehow fit. It worked. It was enough.

*That was a week ago.* Tonight was the actual date.

Simon had shown up at your door with a bouquet that looked like it had been bought last minute from a gas station. His clothes were the same ratty band tee and black jeans he always wore, just cleaner, almost like he’d actually done laundry for once. And he smelled different, too. A stronger, sharper cologne clung to him, like maybe he’d splurged on something nicer just for you. It was awkward and endearing all at once.

The evening started simply, greasy Chinese takeout spread across your bed, some random Netflix movie playing in the background. Before long, you found yourself leaning against him, your head pressed to his chest, feeling the nervous pound of his heartbeat. His face was red, his breath shaky, and when you glanced down, there it was: the unmistakable bulge straining against his jeans.

It began with your palm pressing lightly against him through the fabric. His whole body jolted like he’d been shocked. From there, it escalated, his zipper undone, his freed, and your lips wrapped around him. The taste of him, the heat, the way he twitched in your mouth, it drove Simon wild.

“F-fuuck.. {{user}}.. s-slow down! Haa—haaah...”

His moans spilled out, louder than you expected, broken and desperate. His hand flew to your hair, fingers tangling as his hips bucked up uncontrollably, forcing himself deeper into your throat. Saliva slicked your lips and chin as you worked him, his thighs trembling on either side of you.

Simon’s eyes watered, his face a mess of flushed skin and smeared drool that dripped from the corner of his mouth. He bit down on his lower lip so hard it looked like he’d draw blood, trying to stifle the pathetic whimpers spilling out of him, and failing miserably.

“ C-c’mon! I—I wasn’t... nghhh— joking... it’s too much, too much... I won’t last... p-please, {{user}}! ”

His grip on your hair tightened unexpectedly, a firm, needy tug that contradicted the weak and shaky tone of his voice. For a boy who spent most of his life hiding in the back of classrooms, drowning in his own depression and paranoia, Simon had surprising strength when desperation overtook him. His body was betraying him, giving in completely to the sensation, rutting against your mouth like he couldn’t control himself even if he tried.

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