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It was hot. Too damn hot. You let out a groan and wiped your forehead. The brooding man sat next to you glanced your way and smirked slightly.
“Can’t take the heat, eh?” He questioned.
“No. I am not built for this. For any of this. I hate normal oceans, never mind ones composed of human blood.” You replied, your tone more snarky than you intended. You opened your mouth to apologize but his chuckling stopped you. He wasn’t mad thankfully.
“Fair enough.” Simon replied.
Silence filled the small space, thus allowing you to become acutely aware of the thrumming of the crimson liquid sloshing around the submarine and the slight creaks and groans of the only thing keeping you and your fellow convict alive. You had been trying your damnedest to tune it out but its presence creeping back into your awareness was causing your anxiety to rise again.
You were stuck in what appeared to be a cave; or perhaps a tunnel? You had both been given instructions to ram the skeleton that was revealed by the camera to collect a sample but that had gone so very wrong. You guys angered the weird alien bastard that had been stalking the sub and now you were both stuck in the dark with no engines. That meant no going anywhere for the time being. Long story short, you were both royally fucked.
Your hands started drumming on your thighs and your feet started to bob up and down rapidly, nervous ticks you have had ever since the day Filament Station had fallen. You were informed during your recovery that it was a symptom of PTSD. You were just a kid when it happened but it still haunted you into adulthood.
You shake your head slightly to try and rid yourself of the images of people dying and fire engulfing everything.
Fuck, you needed movement. You stand up and start pacing the cramped space. The walls were too close for you to do much of anything but it was better than nothing.
“Are you okay?” Simon’s deep voice makes you jump slightly. You turn to him before replying.
“No, not really. My mind is spiraling. I don’t do well with sitting around doing nothing. Makes me go a little stir crazy.” You pause, pacing even quicker before resuming your explanation. “It’s a habit I have yet to rid myself of due to trauma. I’m basically an anxious wreck whose mind wonders if I can’t distract myself.”
You add a bitter laugh to the end of your sentence in hopes to lighten the mood a bit. You weren’t exactly thrilled with being so vulnerable.
“Ugh, what I wouldn’t give for a solid distraction right about now.”
You added that last part quietly, hoping the man just a few feet in front of you wouldn’t hear it. But why wouldn’t he? You had already mentally processed how small the space was. Even quiet things were much louder in the submarine.
You look up at Simon and see the corner of his lips turn upwards ever so slightly. His dark chocolate eyes stare at you with an intensity that makes you want to shrink into the corner behind you.
You couldn't deny that the man was attractive. Very attractive. You hadn’t had anyone make you feel like a teenage girl with a crush in a long time. But here you were, blushing and squirming under the mere gaze of him.
Sure, he was probably dangerous. But so were you. You hadn’t exactly volunteered for this shitshow. You reasoned that because you weren’t as helpless as you looked, you’d be okay no matter what happened in the next few minutes. It helped that he had shown no aggression towards you so far. He was actually quite respectful.
“A distraction you say? I can think of a few things to preoccupy your mind.” Simon’s voice dropped even lower than it already was. That sent a much needed shiver up your spine.
“Oh….I, uh, I might need you to elaborate a little.” You sputter out.
He stands up and walks towards you. He looms over you and makes the space feel even smaller. You look downwards but his warm hand gently tilts your head upwards. Your eyes meet and you swear the air gets thicker.
“Well, I could start by taking this shirt off.” He gestures to the raggedy material clinging to his frame before continuing. “Or by trailing my hands underneath yours. Any preference?”
You swallow hard, trying to decide what you want him to do. “I guess it would be a bit nicer for you if you had less clothing on. It is very humid in here afterall.”
You try to regain a little bit of power (and confidence honestly) by being slightly sarcastic. He smirks at your attempt before complying.
As the shirt is slowly peeled off, you see the various cuts, bruises and scars littering his upper body. You wince a little but he gives you a reassuring smile.
“Now, shall I relieve you of your clothes?” Simon asks. You stare at him, dumbfounded.
“You get to keep your pants and boots on but I have to get all of my clothes removed right off the bat? Seems a little unfair, don’t you think?” You question.
Your bravado is quickly snuffed out as Simon backs you against the wall, his bandaged arms finding themselves on either side of your head, hands sprawled out against the wet metal.
He leans in close, his messy black hair tickling your neck. “This all started because you were complaining about the temperature, I thought you would be more appreciative of my suggestion.” He whispers in your ear before pulling his head back to face you again.
You look into his eyes and see a playful yearning contained in them. He was acting all tough, but you knew you made him equally weak. He was just better at hiding it.
“In that case, it would be rude to stop you from helping me.” You respond, voice a little wavery.
He smiles deviously before removing one hand from the wall. It grazes your hip ever so slightly, sending more shivers up your spine.
“I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already trembling.” He mutters, smile widening.
Your breath hitches as his hand slips under your top and ghosts up your stomach. He slips his other hand up the opposite side of your body, easily removing your equally ragged shirt from you. Next, his hands wind their way down to the hem of your pants. He hovers a hand over the button holding them to your hips.
“Are you sure you want this?” Simon asks, face softening and voice filling with genuine concern.
You smile, appreciating him checking for consent. “Yes. Yes I need this. Are you okay with it?” You return the gesture. He smiles in return while nodding his head.
With that out of the way, Simon unbuttons your dusty pants, gently pulling them down your legs. He takes notice of your injuries, old and new, that are similar to his own.
He doesn’t say anything. He just places gentle kisses all over your legs, thighs and hips. Your back arches slightly as his hot breath gets close to the one place that needs him the most. But it’s covered by underwear, of which Simon is happy to ignore for the time being.
He stands back up and stares at you again. You see he is taking notice of every little detail. Your ragged breathing. Your back. Your hands shaking slightly. You swear he could hear your heart beating frantically.
“I’ve never seen someone come undone so quickly.” He muses.
“I should do something to help you. Maybe you need my fingers. Or my mouth. Or perhaps….something else.” Simon whispers that last part in your ear. Holy shit this man is going to be the death of you.
“I need whatever you want to give me, just give me something.” Your voice comes out more demanding than needy.
“So bossy. Didn’t your parents teach you manners?” He quips back, hands returning to either side of your head.
Your back settles into the wall again as your face flushes. You wouldn’t normally let someone talk to you like that, but Simon was different. He makes you want to fall to your knees and beg for him to fuck you. So beg you will.
“Please. Please have your way with me. I need it. I need you.” You try not to feel embarrassed by how genuinely desperate you sound.
You don’t have much time to think about it as the man pinning you up against the sub reacts quickly to your pleas. His right hand finds its way down to your underwear, pushing inside and grazing your most sensitive spot. Your back lifts up again and a low groan escapes your dry lips.
“You’re already wet. That makes things easier.” Simon observes before pushing one finger inside of you.
You gasp and throw your head back into the metal wall. The slight sting of the semi hard impact only adds to the sensations filling your body. It causes a small moan.
“Do you like pain, darling?” He asks. Shit, he must’ve noticed the way you moaned at the feeling.
“No…I’m n-not a masochist, I just, ugh, I am just feeling a l-lot right now and it a-adds to the sen-sensations” You gasp out.
“Sounds like something a masochist would say, but I’ll let it slide.” Simon says with a slight chuckle.
He then re-focuses on making you feel good. He slips another finger inside of you. A louder moan fills the small space. He curls his fingers and you try your hardest not to let your legs buckle.
For the next few moments the only sounds you can hear is your ragged breathing, Simon’s sultry whispers of praise and the wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of you. This was definitely a good distraction.
He continues with a steady rhythm until you feel your body tensing up. You’re so close, a fact that he knows. The speed increases and you let out a cry as you cum. Your hands grasp the submarine’s walls as you try to keep yourself steady.
When you finally settle, Simon pulls his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his face. He inspects the fluids dripping off of them before popping them into his mouth and licking them clean. It’s so dirty, but it’s the hottest thing you have ever seen. You gawk at him for a few moments before realizing you can’t leave him hanging.
You drop to your knees, wanting to make him scream too. You grasp the zipper of his pants and pull it down quickly.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Simon questions.
You wanted to respond with ‘what do you think I’m doing?’ But sarcasm and attitude had yielded in the man quickly correcting that behaviour. Instead, you opted to look up at him with your best pleading eyes.
“Please let me return the favour. I wanna make you feel so good.” You plead. You see his breath hitch ever so slightly, this emboldens you. You just needed his permission.
“Okay. Go ahead darling.” Those words were music to your ears and you wasted no time in yanking his pants down. Then his underwear. You are once again left dumbfounded by the sight right in front of your face.
“Not what you expected?” Simon asks, noticing your stunned expression. He laughs a little as you shake your head to regain control of your racing thoughts.
“It’s better actually” You reply.
His dick was perfectly shaped. Thick and veiny in all the right places. Not too big but not too small either. Perfection.
You start by grabbing a hold of the base and squeezing. This causes him to twitch and groan. Electricity jolts through you at the filthy sounds you are getting out of him. You crave more though, so you take the tip of him into your mouth. Your hands drop to his legs as your mouth sinks down on him. You choke slightly but remain steadfast in your endeavour.
You pick up your pace, settling into a steady rhythm. You look up through teary eyes and see his eyes screwed shut and his mouth hung open. His chest is heaving and sweat is forming over his body.
You go faster. Simon gets louder. You can feel him twitching inside of your mouth. He’s close.
“I’m g-gonna cum soon. Do you wa-want me to pull o-out?” He pants out. You shake your head no.
“F-fuck, you’re so hot.” He groans.
As the tension in his body builds, you run your hands up and down his legs to add a little more stimulation. Finally, Simon yells out your name as he cums into your throat. It reverberates around the little submarine. It’s one of the best things you have ever heard. You pull away from him and look up. He’s a panting mess and his eyes are still shut. He’s holding onto the pipes above his head.
You stand up and take in the sight of the man standing in front of you. He is the most gorgeous thing you have ever seen. And you can’t help but want more. But you don’t want to push him overboard. So you remain quiet, grateful for what you have already experienced.
Once Simon opens his eyes again, he finds your gaze and smiles at you.
“Thank you. That was incredible.” He says as he approaches you again.
This time you back yourself willingly into the wall. He gently grabs your face in his gruff hands and kisses you.
You melt into it. It’s tender at first. He’s so slow and sweet. But it turns more desperate as you pull his body closer to you. Your hands graze his neck and trail down to his back. His hands grip your hips. You both separate for a minute, foreheads touching.
“I really want to be inside of you right now. Can I?” You are surprised that Simon is asking you instead of the other way around. But you can’t complain, you were hoping he would say it first.
“Yes please. I would love that.” You reply a little too quickly.
Simon smiles before removing your bra, the only clothing left on you. He grasps your chest, kneading the tender flesh like an expert. Your eyes close as pleasure sparks through you again.
He places kisses on your neck and collar bone as he continues his ministrations on your chest. But he’s impatient, and so are you, so he hoists one of your legs up a little for easier access to you. You grab on to his shoulders and bury your face into his neck as he pushes in. Your moans are muffled by his hair.
“Shit. Your pussy is so wet still. You feel so fucking good.” Simon pants out as he starts to move in and out of you.
You quiver against his body as he moves. He wraps his free arm around your body to hold you up. The gentle pace he has set quickly becomes too slow for your needs, and you let him know.
“Please fuck me harder Simon. I need it so bad.” You plead.
“Shit….ah, shit, okay darling.” He complies and moves faster. Your moans increase as the friction you need is met.
“Mmmm s-so good. Th-thank you.” You breathe out.
You both continue filling the sub with lewd sounds for a few moments before Simon stops. Your head finds its way out of his hair and you look at him questioningly.
“I want you to turn around.” Is all he says. You comply, knowing exactly what he wants.
You arch your back out so he has better access to you. He grabs your hair in one hand while placing the other on your hip. He enters back inside you and sets a brutal pace.
The sound of skin on skin fills the space and that alone makes you want to cum again. You start to let yourself make all the noises he wants to hear, unashamed. Simon returns the gesture, occasionally throwing your name out into the small space.
His hand on your hip reaches down in between your legs and finds your clit. He starts to rub circles into it.
“Shit Simon! Yes, keep doing that!” You scream out. He goes faster at your cries.
Your body is tensing up once more as it prepares to release. You can feel Simon twitching again, signaling he is close as well.
“Where do you want me to cum?” He asks. His voice is breathy but steady.
“Inside. I wanna…I wanna feel you cum in me.” You respond. The only response you get is a low moan and a whispered ‘fuck.’
You grip onto the wires littered throughout the wall, needing something to hold you up as your body starts to shake. He starts to lose the fast pace a little as his body starts to convulse. He still manages to speak though.
“Cum for me.” Simon commands. You obey and scream as your body is wracked with waves of pleasure.
At the same time, you can feel him releasing inside of you. He groans your name in between expletives. You both collapse to the floor, still intertwined.
After a few minutes of heavy breathing from both of you, Simon pulls himself out of you. You feel hot liquid dripping out of you and blush a little. Your shame is evidently back.
“Hey….you okay?” Simon’s gravelly voice brings you out of your thoughts.
You turn around to face him. “Yeah, I am really good. Thank you for that distraction. It worked perfectly!” You laugh a little and he joins you.
He lays down and gestures for you to join him. You drape yourself over his chest and he wraps his arm around you, pulling your bodies together. You both stay like this for a few minutes. Neither of you say anything, but it feels nice this time.
“You were amazing too.” Simon finally says, breaking the silence.
You look up at him and flash him a big grin. “I know.” He smirks at you again, allowing you to get away with being bratty this time.
Simon tilts his head up a bit to reach your face. You follow his prompt and kiss him. This time it stays gentle. One of his hands rubs careful circles on your head. You take note of the fact it’s in the spot you thwacked it earlier and giggle into the kiss. He pulls away with a puzzled look adorning his face.
“You’re rubbing the spot where I hit my head. I thought it was cute so I laughed.” You clarify.
“Oh, yeah. Just want to make you feel good.” He replies, smiling at you.
You settle back into his chest and sigh contentedly. “You’ve definitely accomplished that!”