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You pulled Simon's arm, just in time for both of you to enter the subway. The doors closed as you both gasped. You put your hands on your knees while laughing a little -still after hearing some of Simon's nonsense- and gave Simon a punch in the arm and then pointed your head to the seats.
He, as always, followed you.
They both sat down, Simon exhaling sharply through his nose still as he leaned his arm over the edge of the windows.
"We almost missed it." He said quietly.
"Yeah, you wanted to take the long route through the park." You snorted, snickering. "Whose fault is it?"
He looked at you again, looking away from the window momentarily. He didn't answer you, he just smiled at you. His lips lifted slightly in a tender smile, one that was unusual to see, one that only seemed to be dedicated to you.
You ignored the fluttering in your stomach. "What? You won't say anything?"
"No." He merely replied.
The road was going to be a long one. There were few people, very few. You could see the heads of 3 other passengers sitting far away from each other. Kirkville was going to be the second to last stop on the subway, so it was quite normal to think that you and Simon were going to be alone sooner or later.
Simon's hand suddenly landed on your thigh, immediately brushing it away with a slight tone of fear. "Oh shit-sorry." He quickly apologized, looking out the window again.
You looked at him, even though he didn't look at you. Even though he had his hood on, the position of his head made it possible for you to see the tips of his flushed ears.
You hummed, playing it down. "Shut up."
A somewhat shaky laugh came from him, but he wasn't looking at you.
One of the passengers exited the subway at a station. The subway moved again.
"Hey, what are you doing next week?" you asked. You wanted the conversation to continue, you liked Simon's voice.
Simon deigned to look at you again, your eyes lowered tentatively to the way his tongue flicked out of his mouth to moisten his chapped lips. A habit you knew he had when he was anxious.
What was he anxious about?
"Uh, I don't know. Same old same old I guess." He answers you lazily and his eyes lowered to your lips for a split second. "...Come with me?"
You didn't think about it and nodded. You didn't even know if you were going to have any homework, any upcoming exams, but you said yes.
"Sure. I'll bring some money this time." Simon smiled silently at you, still looking at you.
Another passenger got out.
"-good. Good..." he nodded.
He didn't seem to want to talk about the tension that had arisen between them either. It was as obvious as it always was. It was already strangely usual... Simon kept his eyes on you, silently, anxiously licking his lips as he left no doubt that his eyes were lowered to your lips.
The two of you have been friends for a long time, you knew his quirks, his fears, his depression, his vulnerable side-just as he knew everything about you, but in a different way, he wasn't going to tell you directly even if they held a gun to his head.
"Simon?" you murmured his name, he felt a shiver run down his spine.
He hummed, indicating to you that he heard you.
"You're a coward." You blurted out to his surprise.
Anyone else would be offended, confused, or even laugh and insult you back... But Simon was different, and you knew that.
He didn't look away, but his face reddened as if you had told him you wanted to fuck him here and now. Red to the ears, he was silent.
"Why are you blushing? I just insulted you."
He denies slowly, not trusting his voice to answer you. He knew he was probably going to choke up and say something stupid.
"You're rude." He just said in a grunt after a while, he didn’t even knew the reason why you said it like that.
That made you chuckle under your breath. "I am?"
Simon turned his head to the window, you could see he was anxious. His ears were still red and your fingers tapped the seat in front of you rhythmically.
"So you're coming for a ride tomorrow too?" you asked after a tense moment.
He hummed, without looking at you.
"I have no more shit to do." It seemed as if he was excusing himself, as if he felt the need to do so in front of you. "I'd like you to come with me..." he said quietly.
"Really? I thought you liked being alone."
"I like being alone with you."
You just smiled, nodded and ignored the butterflies in your stomach once again. You felt like you were a little girl with her childhood crush. Maybe that's what you were.
"I'd love to, but I have homework to do."
"Hm... I'll wait for you then."
“…You’re a clingy fucker."
As you two talked you took one of his hands, playing with his fingers and tracing the edges of his gloves. He followed your movements, praying to whatever was out there that his hands wouldn't sweat, at least not so soon. It was embarrassing as fuck, even if he knew you didn't care.
"Just kidding..." you mumbled after a few seconds, still playing with her hand. "You know I love your clingy ass."
He blushed, and just exhaled through his nose, in an almost frustrated sigh.
You began to remove his glove little by little. You felt him flinch slightly, and you searched his face for some expression, some sign to tell you to stop, but there was none, only his flushed face and heavy breathing. You continued to remove his glove, only from the hand you held between yours. Finally you discovered his long, pale fingers, his knuckles had a slight reddish tinge, his fingernails had traces of blood on them and that embarrassed Simon, but you didn't care, you never cared. You turned his hand, now his palm up as you traced the lines of his palm with your fingers. You could feel and hear his breathing become heavy and irregular as you ran your fingers up to his wrists, rolling up the sleeves of his hoodie to his elbow and seeing his scars and cuts. You already knew about the existence of his cuts, you knew that the walks he took in the city were the moments when Simon took the opportunity to cut himself. You would accompany him every night as long as he would stop doing it.
On his skin you felt the odd texture of his skin as you ran your fingers across it, the way he cut, the pressure he applied...
Simon felt too sensitive, suddenly he felt too much of everything, the heaviness of his breathing and your fingers touching one of his most private and vulnerable parts... it made him tremble and shudder, but he didn't want you to stop, he wanted this. He didn't want you to stop even when he began to feel your lips press against his scars, he didn't want you to stop even when he felt his cock twitching in his pants.
He exhaled your name, his chest rising and falling heavily and looking down at you from above, flushed, disheveled.
You hummed, parting your lips from him and looking up, watching and taking in the state you had left him in.
You opened your lips but no word or sound could leave your mouth, you seemed totally dazzled by how good he looked right now, you almost didn't notice when your tongue left your lips to moisten yours, a reflex action that mirrored Simon's own. He saw that and opened his eyes wider, realizing where this was going to end if you kept looking like that in front of him... he knew he couldn't take it.
You tilted your head slightly as your hand traveled from your lap to his, your fingers playing with the edge of his belt and he exhaled sharply through his nose, not stopping you. He wouldn't stop you even if he wanted to, you knew him well. He didn’t before, he wouldn’t now.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he still asked you quietly, his eyes on you, locked on your face even though your hand was on his crotch.
”I… really don’t know.” your eyes looked into his wordlessly asking for permission, which he only nodded along with a gasp. Quickly your hands worked on his waistband, then on the zipper of his black jeans, the opening giving you just enough room to slide your hand down to his boxers, massaging his prominent erection. You could see out of the corner of your eye that Simon brought his another gloved hand to his mouth, without letting out any moan or groan, his chest was rising and falling from the scene in front of him, it was amazing how you just started and he felt his body burning all over.
Taking his reaction into account, your hand slipped into his boxers, making direct contact with him. He held back a growl that died against his glove.
"Please..." he whispered.
You began to jerk him off. Your hand could barely move freely, not as much as you would have liked, but you didn't want your movements to be so obvious. You rubbed it slowly, giving special attention to the head that was already starting to leak precum, your thumb pressed down on the tip and spread the clear liquid along his length as you listened to Simon's muffled grunts and whimpers.
"This- shit... [name], I can't..." you heard him stammer, his voice was held back by his own hand. "Don't stop, don't you da-...dare you stop..." he tried to threaten, but his light whimpers stopped him between sentences.
"I don't plan on stopping until you cum in my hand." he brings his free hand over your wrist, squeezing.
You looked up at him again, his pretty eyes had tears at the edges, cheeks burning, breathing ragged. Oh, you wanted so badly to be fucked by him.
Your hand increased speed until you felt him thrust his hips against you to finally cum messily in your hand.
The accomplishment no doubt made him grow bolder, grabbing you by the wrists and pulling you to him to wrap you in his arms. "C‘mere-" he gasped, forcing you to crush your body to his. His personal scent combined with the smell of cigarettes made you feel light-headed. Soon he attacked your lips desperately, his tongue licking your lips tentatively, asking you only to open your mouth to devour you whole. Slowly you left your seat and sat hunched over his lap, his cock rubbing against your clothed cunt.
"You enjoy teasing me, huh? Huh?" His voice still sounded shaky, panting against your mouth.
You let out a little moan from feeling his cock harden beneath you. "You’re so fucking loud.” You exhaled ignoring his words and beginning to rub yourself on him.
He stopped your movements by grabbing your hips, his fingers digging into your clothes. "God-fuck no. Don’t fucking do that." He whimpered in exasperation, almost in anguish. His eyes left you to look at the last passenger in the carriage. Not seeing it, he sighed. "You have no idea-how much I've wanted you to touch me, those pretty hands wrapped around my cock...shit-."
You might have guessed that Simon was the type who loved to talk dirty.
"Why didn't you ever say anything, Simon?" you whispered against him, leaning in gently to sink your face into his neck, taking in his scent.
"Because I'm a coward. I'm a fucking coward."
You smiled "I knew that. You don't want my lips on that cock of yours too?" You whispered to him, not to keep yourself hidden, but to see him shudder.
"Fuck-yes. I want that, you don't know how much. Please- just, please…" He gasped, even though you hadn't touched him again. "I want you to suck me off so bad...I want to see your lipstick staining my cock."
It wasn't your plan to blow Simon in a lonely subway, but you couldn't say no to him.
"Here-" you stood up and Simon shifted in his seat, now sitting in the chair facing the side of the subway aisle, his legs spread in front of you as you bent down.
You didn't wait any longer to take his cock again between your hands to pump it a little and put it in your mouth. Simon let out a grunt that died against his glove, his other bare hand went to your head, taking between his trembling hands your hair to gather it into a messy ponytail, thus pulling it away from your face as you gave him a blowjob. The sight in front of him was so erotic and hot that he even began to question if this was another one of his wet dreams, thinking that at any moment he would wake up with a hard cock in his bed.
Your mouth made wet sounds each time you sucked, pulling him out of your mouth a couple of times to slide your tongue from the base to the tip of his cock.
Simon's eyes rolled back in pleasure, he could barely contain the desire to lunge at your mouth, but he didn't want to upset or hurt you.
"P-please... Oh fuck! Fuck- just like that... yes..." his moans and babbles shouldn't have turned you on so much, but they did. His voice while moaning was so cute that it was enough to make your underwear wet. A sound of frustration came from Simon the moment you pulled away, his cock wet in your saliva and the red tip demanding attention. "Aah-.hah...c’mere-“
He grabbed your hips, pulling your pants down along with your panties. At this moment he couldn't care less about where they were, about the fact that they were about to fuck in the middle of a subway. He could only think of you, you and only you... although that no longer seemed strange to him.
You complied and positioned yourself on his lap, both legs on either side of him. The place you were in was uncomfortable, you didn't have that much room to move but it didn't matter. Simon's tip slipped between your folds and Simon hissed in a mixture of frustration and pleasure, wanting nothing more than to just thrust into you in one thrust, but his eyes met yours, asking for permission.
You nodded and he positions his cock between your still wet folds. He teases you rubbing his throbbing tip back and forth over your slit. You couldn’t take it if he pressed on further. He finally pushes inside your hot and wet pussy.
You try your best not to come so fast but the feeling of just him would do you enough at the moment. You squeezed him when enjoying the way he stretches you and he whimpered and instantly slapped your thigh. It didn’t hurt but did make you gasp loudly. “Don’t- wait wait wait…” he mumbled.
After a while, you lift yourself slowly and feel Simon’s hands dig into your hips. He guides you back down and gets into the rhythm. Suddenly the sound of the subway, as annoying as it is, ceased to be perceived by both of you. Simon just looked at you with adoration, his eyes so blank now looking at you full of life, you might as well get used to it...
“Please…more..” You moa, listening to the obscenely wet sounds your pussy is making, stuffed full of his cock as he keeps the rhythm. He obliges and starts to move, slowly pulling nearly all the way out of you before filling you back up, relishing in the squishy noises your greedy cunt is making.
“This prwtty pussy keeps sucking me in.” Simon hisses, starting to fuck you faster as his grip on your hips tightens, pulling you back and forth on his cock like you’re a doll made just for him. “Am I doin’ it good? Am I doin’ it good for you?- God you’re so. Fucking. Pretty.” He emphasizes each word with another lunge, making you roll your eyes back. “You look so pretty with me inside… p-please, please tell me if it’s good for you as it is for me..!”
And as with most things, Simon asked for words of affirmation.
"Yes!... dammit yes! You're doing good, Simon... you're being so, so good for me..." you moaned, the subway was empty, you weren't giving a shit about it anymore. Your hands squeezed Simon's shoulders, squeezing the fabric of his hoodie in your hands. "I'm-I'm close...! I'm going to cum,,,"
"Y-yes... okay- yes of course, me too... just a little more, a little more, pretty girl..."
Since when did he call you names?
Either way, it turned you on even more if that was possible, and in just a few more thrusts, you reached your long awaited orgasm. Simon followed right behind you, and between gritted teeth he pulled out of you and pumped his cock a couple of times to cum all over your belly.
Both of you were catching your breath, you still on his legs. Your body felt numb and it seemed as if all your energy had been stolen by Simon. He gave one of your thighs a gentle squeeze, his only hand ungloved. You looked up to see him between his eyelashes and laughed at the look of disbelief on his face.
"We... uh... Jesus fucking Christ."
"You just fucked me, Henriksson."
He looked at you with a reddened face, his fingers traced circles on your thighs. "I didn't... hurt you, did I? I felt out of my damn mind- it's like.. god, I wanted you so badly and completely forgot everything else." He tried to explain but you just silenced him by planting a sweet kiss on his lips, it was sloppy but it felt good. As you parted he looked at you dazzled, even more than he already was.
"Do you want to sleep at my place?" You asked him without waiting for him to say anything first.
"…I was about to ask you that."