summary: you were obsessed with simon's hands, which led to you finding out a few things about yourself.
content/warnings: 18+ mdni!! smut, spit kink/mouth spitting, oral fixation, p in v, fingering, etc
wc: 1.5k
a/n: find a picture of simon without his mouth open challenge (impossible) - i <3 my swedish defenseman aka Tkachuk-ass-beater
Simon didn't get it.
He couldn't really understand what your obsession was with his hands.
Sure, he played hockey and his hands were strong and well-worn. Calloused on his palms where his stick dug in. And yeah, he was a big guy, tall and muscular as a defensemen. So his hands were huge in comparison to any normal person.
Okay, maybe he could see it, just a little.
Simon didn't mind of course, he liked giving you anything you wanted. He was a big proponent of doing whatever it took to see that brilliant smile he loved so much.
So if that meant his fingers were covered in saliva more often than not, then that's the way it would be.
The first time he noticed that you had some kind of fascination with his hands, was when he was playing xbox with some of the guys. He was just playing an NHL game, fingers moving deftly on the knobs and buttons as he landed hits on the screen. As if he didn't already do that enough in real life.
You were sitting next to him, reading a book. Or at least, attempting to. Your attention kept drifting to the way his hands basically swallowed the controller. Staring at the way the pads of his thumbs moved over the left and right sticks. You didn't even realize you liked it so much until then.
You'd always had some part of you that was obsessed with his hands, even though you didn't specifically know why. They were enormous compared to yours, veins sticking out prominently on the back. His strength was evident when he would flex his hands and you'd see every muscle straining. And god, his fingers. Don't even get that started.
When it finally became a noticeable thing, it was just another day. Another quiet night with you two ending up tangled in your sheets.
Simon was above you, making slow, drawn out movements, his hips gentle against yours as he pressed in to you. He liked sex in all kinds of ways. Slow, delicate movements while he spoke soft Swedish in your ear, hands stroking your cheeks. And he liked it rougher, because you liked it as well. He loved seeing you from behind, on your knees on the bed as he adjusted you in whatever way he pleased. Using his strength to basically throw you around; holding you up, pinning you down. Standing behind you and gripping your hips hard enough to surely leave bruises in the shape of his fingertips.
Well that night, he was on the slower side. Having come back from a weekend long roadie, all he wanted to do was see your beautiful face and make you forget that he'd ever been gone in the first place.
"I missed you, älslking," he whispered, his thumb brushing your cheek.
You hummed softly, smiling that sweet, beautiful smile he loved so dearly.
Simon loved to hold your face in his hands, seeing his whole world contained within his palms. He let him thumb brush over your lips, tracing that smile on your plump and perfect lips.
You couldn't help yourself, parting your lips and taking his thumb in your mouth. You closed around it, sucking gently on it.
Simon was confused momentarily, his thrusts pausing before continuing even slower. His thumb was resting on your tongue, the warmth of your mouth enveloping it.
"You like that?" he asked, his voice an almost awed whisper. He swiped his thumb across your tongue as he continued his deep thrusts.
You simply moaned in response around him, eyes fluttering shut at the movement. It sent a heated shiver through Simon, though he couldn't entirely explain why.
After that, your mouth was usually occupied by at least one of his fingers constantly.
Sitting on his lap, while you both were reading, he'd offer his thumb to you. You'd spend the next half hour, just sucking gently on his thumb as you both did your own thing. It started becoming a comfort to him too. The warmth of your mouth, the heat of you in his lap. If it made you happy, it made him happy.
Sometimes he'd wake up in the middle of the night, brain foggy and slow. It would take a second, before he figured out why one hand was significantly more warm, and wet, than the other.
You were dead asleep, your hair splayed out along the pillow, eyes closed and breathing even. Sometime in your sleep, you'd taken two of his fingers gently in to your mouth. You seemed completely at peace, with his long fingers pressed into your tongue.
Simon thought it was adorable really. That you found such a comfort in something he already innately had. He loved being able to give that to you, to be able to give you such a deep peace in the form of his fingertips.
The fixation continued into your private life as well. Not even just in your mouth, but you loved Simon's fingers everywhere.
The way he'd move them so expertly inside you, hitting spots your own hands would never even dream of. It seemed easy for him; curling his fingers into the spot he knew so well, thumb circling over your clit with a pressure that made you cry out.
Once, he'd been impatient while he was swiping his thumb over you, and he spit. A thick glob of saliva from his already-watering mouth. A precise aim that smacked right on your clit, quickly spread by his waiting thumb. You nearly came, right then and there. It was another thing that you discovered about yourself that day. Watching the way he was intensely concentrated, wanting to mix his saliva with your own fluids. It was hot, and that was probably an understatement.
He didn't think too much of it at the time, until he was over you. Cock buried deep, his hips slamming and thighs tensing as he used every ounce of his defensemen training to pound you into the mattress. Your mouth was stuffed with his fingers, your own drool coating them as you tried your best to moan around them. You brought your hand to his, and shakily tapped on his wrist.
Simon got the signal, slowly pulling his fingers from your mouth. He watched as a trail of your saliva clung to his fingers as he moved them away.
"Got something to say pretty girl?" he groaned, barely slowing as he waited for you to stutter out a response.
"S-Simme- can you... s-spit in- my mouth," you flushed a deep red immediately upon the words leaving your mouth, looking away under his intense gaze.
Simon grabbed your chin, hips still moving mercilessly with that seemingly endless strength.
"Don't look away from me," he nearly growled, fingers tightening on your jaw, "you liked seeing me spit on you? You liked that?"
Even as he said it, his cock throbbed and his chest heaved harder. He was replaying it now, the way he'd spit on your cunt so casually, like it just belonged to him.
You nodded, blush deepening, too embarrassed for words.
His thumb moved to your lips, pushing down on the bottom one, "Then open up, let me see that pretty mouth," he said.
You complied immediately, opening your mouth under the guide of his thumb. Your eyes fixed on his, slightly wide with a sparkle of excitement in them.
Simon hesitated for only a second, before he collected what he could and spit directly into your mouth.
The effect was basically instantaneous.
Simon moaned loudly as you clenched hard down on him, your eyes fluttering shut and a whine escaping. You closed your mouth, swallowing what he'd given you. A little was stuck to the corner of your mouth, and Simon thought you'd never looked so beautiful with his saliva sliding down your cheek.
It didn't take much longer before he was slamming in to you harder, his expert fingers finding your clit and sending you both into an explosive orgasm.
It was safe to say, after that night, Simon would try anything you wanted. Because if it was anything like that, he'd do it. Happily.
After he cleaned the both of you up, as he always did, he pulled you tight in to his chest, nuzzling his face into your hair. You made a soft sound as you shifted against him, and he read it with a soft chuckle.
"Need something, älslking?" his voice was soft, gentle in the way that he made it after being rougher with you.
You nodded, and he offered his thumb to you. Your mouth welcomed it eagerly, tongue already pressing against it as you sucked gently.
You were asleep in five minutes flat.
Simon stayed awake for a bit longer, just watching the way all of the lines on your face smoothed, the tension bleeding from your body as he held you.
Who knew being 6'8 had so many benefits? Even if they were that your girlfriend loved your big hands, and your long fingers in her mouth.
