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[S] Simon ~ Stress

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You sat in the rusty ship named 'Jericho' with all the androids apart of the group. You were helping Markus with things, speeches and ideas— advice. The stress about Jericho had pushed onto you when working, at times it often stuck the rest of the day. Today you didn't work as much, and finished early so you sat in a room you and the guys, plus North, would hang out in. You leaned against the back of the couch placed in it, and sighed— the stress still huge. Simon knocked on the door, peaking it opened and walking in. "Hey Simon." You looked at him, lifting your head to look at him.

Simon had on his normal black clothes, them grimy and dirty from going outside. His blond hair messed up and pushed up in different ways from the wind and snow. His eyes almost glowed in the room, giving off a icy blue.

You stared at him for a moment before looking back to what you were before. He moves to sit next to you, leaning over his knees and looked down. He turned and looked at you, "stressed? You seem seriously stressed over something." You looked at him and nodded, "yeah. The revolution is kicking in fast." Simon smiled, looking towards the direction of the sky, "should be nice."

You smiled at him, "yeah." He meet your gaze, and you blushed lightly. Having to look away to prevent anymore. Why must I get horny when stressed? You thought, and let out a small growl. Simon payed no attention to the growl, his (gay) mind doing who-knows-what instead.

Your mind started to give out stresses ideas with the male to your side. You turned to Simon, and he glanced back at you with a confused look. "Yes, (y/n)?"

You shifted, unsure how to ask him, and not wanting to straight attack him. "Simon, uh, this is gunna sound super weird... okay..." You pauses a moment, and he continued look at you confusingly. You started to stutter out from his stare, and you blushed.

You reached forward and pressed a kiss to his lips lightly. "Simon, I'm sorry; I know you're—" he put his hand over my mouth, shushing me. "(Y/n), I know you're stressed, and I see why you said it was 'weird.' Don't worry, a little relief is fine with me. 'Friends with Benefits,' or 'fuck-buds.'"
(Feel Sorry for Simon? I do, & I'm writing this)

He removed his hand and looked me in the eyes. "I'm glade you get me, and what I meant, Simon." He nodded, and you reached back to him; your stressed side was close to the max. Giving him a few kisses, you started to grind against Simon's rising arousal. He gave you a groan in return, and tugged at your hair as you pushed him against the couch. "I think we should make this quick, before anyone comes in. That'd be awkward to explain," he suggested quietly. You nodded a 'mhm!' and pulled off Simon a bit.

You moved enough to remove Simon's pants and the underwear he had to his ankles and off. He tugged down your pants and undergarments off your ankles and dropped them off the couch.

Simon pulled you closer again, grinding into you steadily. You both emitted a grunt, and Simon slide his hand into your hair and tugged it down. He pulled you to meet lips, kissing you as he slide in. You gave a squeak, and you furrowed your brows to his size.

He groaned, shutting his eyes. "Y-You're so," he growled, "tight." You shuttered when he growled, seeing him filled with lust was strange. A good strange. He looked up at you, resisting to move (which was painfully hard.) You nodded at him, telling him to move after a few moments. The pain subsiding, you gripped his shoulders tightly. He sat up, shifting to turn and lean his back against the couch back. You didn't mind his change, continuing to grind on him slowly. He started to move, pushing your hips up and then dragging them down slowly.

He repeated them slowly, wanting to reach a point of begging. You let out moans as he moved, and you pushed against him. "Simon, please," you begged. "Please move faster." He chuckled, giving you what you requested harshly. He pulled out slowly before slamming back it. You squeaked at his sudden switch, and he grinned. "I enjoy hearing you squeal like that." Your face flushed when he said that, and he gripped your hips tightly. His fingers dig into them lightly.

He cursed, which you didn't hear often, when he moved. "(y/n), I'm not gunna lie; I'm close— and you're amazing." He panted into your ear, sending a spark down your spine. You groaned, "you totally need to use that voice more— and growl. Jesus, it's so hot." He nodded, his face light up blue. "And don't worry, me too."

He nodded again, his head falling onto the back of the couch with a grunt. You decided to use this to lean and nibble on his neck. Not enough to leave a blue and white mark, but enough for the sensors to notice it. His hands gripped your waist tighter, and he let out a louder groan.

It only took a few more jars thrusts and moans before he came, you following after him from the warm sensations. Both of you payed against the couch weakly, and you slide to the side to remove Simon. "S-Simon. Dude, thanks. That- That was good." He nodded, "it was good, and hopefully you're not so stressed." 

You let out a breath, gather all the clothes and handing them to him. "Sure am." You grinned. You could totally get away with a "stress reliever"-"fuck bud."