An Eater
Simon (Convict) x GN! Reader
Cross posted on AO3
Content Warning - NSFW content, spoilers for the Iron Lung Movie.
Adjusting to the loss of a limb was hard, harder than Simon thought possible at this point. He couldn't change himself properly, couldn't clean himself, couldn't read steadily- hell, he could barely stand up and sit down properly. Safe to say, he felt pretty useless. It sucked for him, because he yearned to help you do stuff around the ship, but he couldn't even get himself out of the bed. His arm, or what's left of it, forced him to remember it all, and the pain that couldn't be stopped by any medicine flowed through his body like the blood pumping through him.
It hurt you to see him like this, your beloved Simon. Sure, he was never known for being a happy guy but watching him toss and turn in bed all day was disheartening to see. He deserved so much better, and you'd help him see that even like this you loved him.
Once again, he laid in your bed, facing the metal wall, trying to sleep. You both knew it wouldn't happen, nightmares and memories would plague him every time he slept, resulting in him opting to sleep as little as possible.
When you enter the bedroom you make sure to knock on the wall next to the door, letting him know you were in the room. There was a slight twitch under the blankets, but that was all he gave to acknowledge you. Standing in the door way, you watched him for a moment. You couldn't see much of him underneath the blankets, but his tousled, greasy, raven hair was visible. Maybe you can convince him to shower later, entice him with the thought of you joining.
"Simon," making your way over to the bed, you sit at the edge and turn your upper body to face him. Your hand rests on his bicep, which startles him a little, and gently rubs up and down. "You awake sweetheart?" The question was rhetorical, but offered him a chance to give himself more solitude if he wanted it.
He takes a deep breath and the huff out is audible, letting you know he doesn't mind your presence at the moment. If anything he's appreciative that you come to check on him so often.
"Can you look at me, sweetheart?" Your hand stills on his arm, giving him time to think.
His head shakes, his arm pushing your hand off and pulling the blanket up more instead. So he was going to be just closed off enough, was he?
"Okay." You whisper, your hand moving to rest on his head instead, fingers brushing through the tangled strands of black. "Can I help?"
The offer makes his head perk up a little, curious as to how you'd be able to help him in such a miserable state. Other offers to help have never worked, why would this one? Not that he's going to voice this out loud, he can barely bring himself to say hi back in the morning. Any offer to help from you was welcome, even if he knew it wouldn't work.
Taking the fact that he hasn't showed any signs of rejection yet, you adjust your body to where your arms wrap around his torso, the blanket scrunching up if your grasp. Simon grunts quietly as you use your strength to pull him up to where he's sitting up, back pressed against your chest.
"There we go, sweetheart," you whisper in his ear, hands staying wrapped around his waist, "gonna give you some lovin'."
He shudders as your words register in his mind, and he allows himself to press some of his body weight into you to show that he isn't opposed to whatever it is you have in mind. With the consent he's giving, your hands trail down and fiddle with the bottom of his sweater. He knows you're teasing him when one of your hands drifts down under his shirt, caressing his stomach. After taking your time, you grab onto his sweater and gently pull it off of him, helping him get his arm out of it and tossing it down onto the ground behind you.
His muscles flex as he slowly pushes the blanket off of him and to the side, allowing you to get closer to him. Your chest is directly on his back now, and your legs sit on both sides of his. He's still facing the wall, left to inspect the same boring metal as any other day while anticipating what you'll do next, his heart is already racing at the thought of your touch.
Fortunately, he isn't left waiting for long as your lips press against his shoulder. You leave gentle kisses across his shoulder blade, admiring the scarred skin and warmth of his body. Your hands come back to rest on his body, both resting over his breasts and caressing them, the plush skin molding to your hold on them. It never ceases to amaze you how large they were, unable to resist as you squeeze them one would a woman's, playing with them and watching over his shoulder as his hips gently rubbed down against the bed.
"Already so eager," you whisper, pressing a kiss under his ear, "I'll take care of you. Don't worry." Kisses trail from his ear to his neck, where you switch to licking the skin.
He lets out deep breaths, heavy ones that let you know he's definitely enjoying himself.
After a good while of squeezing at his tits, you give him something you know he loves. Pressing your fingers gently against his nipples, where the metallic piercings lay in his skin. The deep groan he lets out tells you all you need to know, he loved it. They were always so sensitive, even before the piercings, and that's what you liked about them.
"Please..." He finally speaks, a quiet whine from his scratchy throat due to his lack of speech.
"Oh? He finally decides to speak." You tease, pinching his nipples as a reward. "Go on, Si, tell me what you want."
He doesn't respond in words, he can't as you press and pinch at him, all he gives are groans that get deeper and louder the more you tease him. In return, you continue kissing his skin, even taking a moment or two to nip at his flesh, teasing the idea of bites.
"Gods..." is all he can muster out, his head pushing back onto your shoulder as his hips push up into the air. His pants aren't tight by any means, but you can still see his dick bulging against them.
His hand finally does something, having been grabbed at the blanket the entire time. It comes up to grab onto your wrist, the hold tight as if he can't control himself at the moment, which he really can't.
"Please! Please... I..." He whines out, his hand trying to force yours away from his nipple. He's still quiet, but his words carry over to your ears perfectly, he knows you heard him and you know that. His hips keep humping the air, rubbing his dick up against his pants to get the much needed friction. The rough texture of his pants and the way you keep teasing his nipples could easily make him cum, and he thinks he just might.
You know he will.
It doesn't take much more foreplay to get him to, not when your hand free of his hold trails down his torso to sneak its way under his pants. It doesn't go under his boxers, but you make sure to rest it right atop of his dick. The added pressure quickly sends him over the edge, and he cant stop himself as he cums, his boxers are soiled and you can feel the damp spot when you move your hand down a little- Simon moans at the friction.
"So good for me, Si." You whisper in his ear, pressing a few kisses to his cheek.
He still can't bring himself to look at you, but as he stares at the wall he can't help but lean more of his weight into you. He's heavy, but nothing you can't handle as you push forward into him to keep the both of you up. The warmth of his back on your chest is overwhelming, but he doesn't complain.
Your hand stops teasing his nipple, rather it moves to grab onto his so you can intertwine your fingers together. His hand squeezes yours, and you squeeze back.
