Quack Part 2
Imagine If You Will... a sexy continuation of this fic
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WC:~3.1k Warnings: degradation, dom!Simon, semi-public sex, panties in mouth, hate sex?, mean both, unprotected sex, probs more idk lemme know if there's anything I should add,
Shocking you out of your scathing criticism, your back slammed against the tin of the nearest wall, a hollow echo sounding through the surrounding halls.
Pinning you in place with an arm on either side of your head, Simon caught your lips with his own. The rough bite of his teeth on your bottom lip all but drew blood eliciting a groan from the back of your throat, before his lips moved to your neck.
“You are so fucking infuriating." as the murmured whisper left him, Simon’s hand trailed from your shoulder, "And this..." Ghosting over your chest before gripping the meat of your hip with a force that was sure to bruise for weeks to come, he pulled you to meet his crotch and the obvious arousal that was forming a tent in his slacks. “Is even worse, cause there is no ignoring the absolute goddess in front of me. You are walking torture, and I fucking love it.”
Leaving the crown of your head pressed against the wall, you glared down your nose at the man in front of you through lidded eyes. Head by the crook of your neck his harsh mutterings continued, yet they fell on deaf ears as your focus split in two. Between the ghost of pressure of his lips against the soft skin of your throat and the bruising grip holding you pressed against his growing attraction, your mind was a haze. Heavy breaths fell between the two of you as Simon rocked his hips back and forth, his body weight trapping you against the wall.
“Who knew you're so fucking pathetic, rutting against me like a stray dog.” Your tone remained biting and low; “Does it make you hot to be so useless? So desperate?"
Without pause, teeth captured the flesh of your neck, jagged edges pinching and pulling at the sensitive space, all control of yourself long gone, as a multitude of anything but silent moans fell on his ears.
Pulling away, his lips were tainted with a dark smirk as his eyes pierced yours. “What does that make you? I can smell you already. If I’m pathetic there is nothing low enough to describe what you must be.” his tone like honey almost sweetened the roughness of his words. Almost.
Dancing a hand down passed your hip, Simon brushed the inseam of your shorts their thin denim adding friction to his feather-like ministrations against your core, back and forth the warmth of his fingertips added to your own and churned a fire in your stomach.
“Nothing to say?” he cocked his head the smirk tugging at his lips only growing as he studied the place where your hips met, feeling himself seep through the thin fabric cradling his dripping cock a harsh grunt permeated from his chest. “Can’t believe it took two years to find your off switch, should have fucked you stupid the moment you stepped foot into my medbay.”
Parting your lips, words brewing on the back of your tongue, he took the air from you before you got the chance; lips smashing against your own keeping you quiet. The hand between your legs darted to wrap around your throat pushing you further into the wall, his body trailing close behind. Teeth clashing you relished in the burn of your lungs as his hold on you only tightened as time passed. Pinning you against himself, Simon persisted as his tongue twisted with our own, he took advantage of the daze the lack of air had graced you with. Content in your pitiful state, Simon took a step away from you watching intendedly as your chest heaved, ears humming and eyes watering, you were whimpering through the pain, surprising yourself; a pulse of heat throbbed through your stomach. Lungs burning for air, your hands found your knees as you keeled over, taking barely a moment to stave off the stars in your vision. Simon leaned, propped up against the wall as his eyes traced over your figure committing it all to memory alongside every choke and moan that tumbled past your unwitting lips.
Feeling his gaze coat your skin, your gasps subsided in place of laboured breaths as pushing yourself off the wall you stumbled down the hall, heavy staggering steps rattling the grate flooring. Straining to stand tall you unlocked the door to the docking bay, barely pausing to spare Simon a glance over your shoulder, you noted his arms across his chest a wicked grin now consuming his features as his eyes remained stuck to your figure.
Within moments of crossing the threshold, your form was once again pressed flush between his body and the wall, in the relative privacy of the space his fingertips danced under the hem of your shirt magnifying the itch that only he could scratch. Desperate to feel more of you, with harsh tugs at the cloth he attempted to pull it from your body, foiled only by his lack of room between the two of you and you and the wall. A defeated exhale flew from his nose as he moved to lean his torso away from you, his chest barely moving an inch his hips and their accompanying prominence remained nuzzled against you. Simon refused to let you strip yourself as every slight move to get yourself out of your shirt was countered by a roll of his hips as his hands swatting at yours.
As he slowly guided the fabric over your head, he took advantage of your temporary blinding as he crashed his lips into your chapped ones, arms still trapped in their sleeves and held above out of reach. His teeth tugged at your plush flesh as he tossed your top to the ground, his hands returned to their previous vicelike grip on your hips, this time the pushed under the waist of your pants, bare against your bruising skin. Sneaking a hand down from above your head, you traced the waistband of his pants, relishing in the shudder he tries desperately to hide, you delve a hand underneath to ghost a finger along his length. The rumble of a groan that reverberates around his chest sends a bolt of lightning down your spine and straight to your cunt, making it impossibly harder to maintain the tormentingly dainty pressure against his skin.
Were it anyone else you pressed against you, you would already be begging them for more. Were it someone else taunting and toying with you, you would be whining at every touch and squirming at every word. If he was anyone else you wouldn't be as aroused as you were. If he was anyone else the thought of begging would not even grace your mind. The man was an intoxicating paradox of feelings you did not have the cognitive ability to consider now or any of the times throughout the years you imagined your fingers were his, buried to the hilt in your cunt driving you to body-rocking release.
Drawing in a deep breath you steadied your body and voice before grasping the base of his cock, barking out a dark chuckle at his trembling lip "Do you want me to help you out? Doesn't seem like you'll make it to actually getting inside me." Despite the snarl that had formed on his face at your words, he continued twitching in your palm, so as you looked up at him through your lashes you decided to push him further; "That's okay baby, I didn't expect you to be able to. Spent too long dreaming of this moment, didn't you? Whimpering and whining as you fucked your fist, wishing that it was me gripping your dick. God what a patheti-"
In a flurry of movement, Simon's hands pushed your pants and underwear down past your arse to pool at your ankles, yet before you could bend to peel them past your boots, his hands were on your shoulders pushing you down to your knees. Eager and drooling your digits bolt to his fly before a haunting snicker from above stops you in your tracks, a knuckle lifts your chin until you are forced to meet his gaze "There'll be plenty of time for you to choke on my cock later, now that I know how easy it is to get you cock drunk without even taking off my pants, don't worry, I'm going to be using you and your cunt like my personal pocket pussy. My desperate little slut, so easy, so willing to take me whenever I want." His tone was addictive, biting, and condescending yet ostentatious none the less.
Knees bare on the ridged flooring you relished the pain knowing it was his doing, The hand holding your jaw tugged your chin down leaving your mouth gaping, a flash of something indescribable crossed his face as his other hand moved towards your hair. Fingers threading through and curling around to clasp the locks, the gentle act was punctuated with a rough tug backward. As you gasped at the movement two fingers flattened your tongue to the bottom of your mouth, "Say ah baby," an absentminded hum was not what he wanted and with a sharp tug at your scalp the digits hit the back of your throat. "I said. Say. Ah." Complying quickly, he gave you a rare and brief smile. "Good. Now suck." Needless to say this time you did not hesitate and as you locked your lips around him and hollowed your cheeks the hand in your hair tugged your skull forward to bob and gag on his fingers. Eyes still staring up at him you found his pupils darting all over your face a predatory smile now resident on his lips. As he found a sort of rhythm in his movements your hips followed suit, rutting against your fingers now testing the waters between your folds.
The teased flesh of your cunt was tingling and aching in pulses as your body begged for more, slipping tentative digits into yourself you groaned around him. This was evidently the wrong move. With a scoff from above the hand in your hair tugged to you the side and your body fell, the side of your ribcage hitting the floor with a force that was sure to bruise. Looking up at him you attempted to shift to lay on your back, legs still moving as one together in their makeshift bindings.
"Can't help yourself, can you? So selfish." his softer tone was shaken by the tsk. tsk. tsk. that followed his words.
Simon stood above you for a moment, head cocked to the side, as if considering treats at a market.
How did he want you?
Although he had no plans to take you only once, he wanted this first time to be as humiliating as possible, to put you in your place for the next time you'd correct him with your bullshit, and legs stuck together at the ankles, laying helpless on the dirty floor of the dock, a muddy patch of slick and dirt pooling below your pussy, was a pretty picture. but something was missing... ah.
His hands separated your knees with force as he lowered himself to kneel in the space between, slipping his cock from its cage he let you watch as it stilled millimetres from your stomach, the delicious curve of the member sent phantom waves through your depths. Reaching a hand behind himself, a strange pinch at your ankles was followed by him producing your ruined and ripped underwear, Simon draped them almost timidly against your cunt, collecting the slick that your pulsing hole wept in the cold. the lace traced against the sensitive skin running a shudder through your body at the stimulation.
Finding them damp to a level he seemingly deemed suitable, he eagerly trailed the fabric up your stomach and through the valley of your breasts before unceremoniously urging the lace past your lips, propping your jaw open drool and whines flooded from your mouth.
Leaning back on his heels he licked his lips as his eyes roamed your body as your flushed flesh lay spread and presented beneath him. The trailed slick drawing a shimmering line down your skin in the relative darkness and Simon concluded that it had to be the most titillating part of the whole disgraceful display.
"That's better now, isn't it? You'll take what you get when I want to give it to you, no sooner. Because you..."
A single finger drew back across your hip with barely a breath of pressure.
"...Belong..."
The pad of his digit crossed the line of slick.
"...to..."
It crossed back again meandering leisurely down your torso.
"...Me."
One final time he passed over your skin with a flourish completing his initial splayed across your abdomen.
Tugging sharply your bound ankles were snug on his hips, the length of his cock staying pressed flush against the meat of your cunt. The pressure left you reeling as mindless pleads and cries were lost in the fabric still trapped in your cheeks, head thrashing side to side in anguish. A hand sitting on your hip once more groped your flesh, tugging your hips off the floor to meet his own.
As you set your eyes on the man between your legs in a, somewhat, silent beg for more, he guided himself inside you in one tortuously slow motion. Every vein set alight a different nerve and the teased curve seemed to cup your sex from within.
Stilling briefly, the three fingers guiding the hilt of his dick slipped out of the way and allowed him in further, the digits strayed away; his thumb traced through your folds, lazily circling your clit before wandering to paw at your breasts. The deliberate pace was infuriating and had your eyes hardening as you glared up at him, he shook his head in mock confusion as he met your eyes; "What was that, sorry I can't understand you, you'll have to speak up baby." With a hungry smirk his lips finally returned to yours, as his grip on both your hip and the meat of your chest tightened.
Pursing your lips to mewl out once again he beat you to it as he slammed himself back into your cunt, this time around refusing to still as he set an absurd pace. The pain of his grasp drew stars in your vision as your head fell back against the metal. The rough pace of his hips had you rocking back and forth with his hips, chest heaving desperate for air, your mouth stretched wide as familiar fingers drew out the darkened fabric over your chin.
"I want to hear you or I leave you here, desperate and spread open for the next dick that stumbles into you" A pulsing clench at his cruelty pulled a chuckle from his lips, his rhythm never faltering he continued; "Is that what you want? To have Jayne or the captain find you out here and shove their little pricks in you? To have them use you like I would?"
The cold tone that mirrored the growing snarl of his expression pushed your response from your throat in a hurried stumbling of apologies.
"N-no Simon please, want you. just you and your cock, no one could eve-" your voice broke as his pace increased the thick hilt stretching your hole with a stinging spark with every penetration. "Keep going baby..." his words trailed as he continued "Unless. you want me. to. stop" he ground his hips into your own with every word, remaining barely within you until your voice returned. "NO, no please, I want you, please-" Voice fluttering to life, his heightened pace returned, thrusts rougher than ever as he all but rutted against you. Not giving him the chance to recede you spoke again, voiced strained yet clear, "I am yours alone, want you to keep me, use me whenever, wherever, however you desire. Stuff me so full. Wanna take it all, please." a groan left the man above you as his pace faltered at your words. "Tha-that's right. going to use my little whore every day, keep her nice and full. Such a tight li-ttle cunt gripping me so desperate for me aren't you. You'll take it as long as I want you to, won't you? couldn't bear to leave me wanting, could you?" a moan left your lips at his words, as much as you might want to deny it tomorrow, he was right, there was nothing and nowhere you would deny him. The medbay immediately came to mind, Simon taking you from behind as he has you bent over the benches. the windows uncovered letting any passerby see the power he has over you as he assaults your flesh with his teeth. "F-uck yes, please,"
"Wow what were you thinking about my little cock-whore? what was making you clench like that? Was I fucking you in my medbay, showing off to the crew how desperate and pathetic you are for my dick?"
"How-how did you know?" yet another chuckle left his lips as his gaze fell to where your flesh enveloped his own, his voice was strained as he replied "My stupid. Little. slut. was much too busy with her fingers stuffed in this tight hole. to realise I knew everything all along. Weren't you?" The pace had your head spinning and a new fog had spread over your mind at his words. Your words were nothing more than incoherent begging and cries for him. "Shh baby, you want me to pump you full? Wanna feel me drip down your legs?" Eager nods and murmurs pushed him further as his dick spasmed and his hips grew impossibly more erratic before sputtering as his orgasm hit him. "yeah, you do, so desperate, take it all, take my cock. feels good doesn't it baby? let go baby. Want to feel you let go" his mumblings were barely audible mingling with the echoing moans and the sound of your sopping cunt swallowing him and his release, yet they pushed you over the edge of your own climax. Simon continued pumping within you, milking the most out of both of you as an ache grew to match the pleasure.
When he finally stilled within you, he leaned forward allowing your back to rest against the floor, before sliding himself out of you.
Propping yourself up on you elbows you studied the man in front of you as his gaze remained set on your weeping hole, despite your best efforts your mind struggled to formulate a snarky remark he beat you to it once again with a breathless...
"Fucking quack."
