The words you whispered, I will always believe
Pairing: Sub!Simon Nemec x Dom!reader
Warning: Sad Nemo, mentions of that brutal loss against the Islanders, because I'm still not over it, Soft Dom, spit kink, blow job, p in v, choking, using Google Translate, cockwarming, lightly proofread, grammar, and spelling mistakes.
Request: @hockeygirlyyyy
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The Devils lost against the islanders but it wasn’t just a normal loss; they were slaughtered. The score was 0 to 9, and you kept rubbing your eyes, hoping they were wrong.
You know Simon was going to blame himself; he always does. The hate he gets doesn’t help ease the pressure either, especially from Sheldon. So you know it’s up to you to get your precious Nemo out of his head.
He’s on his way back to your shared apartment and will be here any second. You were just wearing one of Simon’s shirts, and that’s it, which is Simon's version of lingerie. Every birthday, you would gift him a shirt heavily sprayed with your perfume, knowing how much your scent comforts him.
You heard the door open, and you turned around to find Simon standing there looking like he had just fallen off his razor scooter and scraped his knee. You strolled from the kitchen to your boyfriend, “Oh, Si.” You pouted, pulling him into a warm embrace, and he immediately shoved his face into your neck. “It was awful, múza,” Simon mumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist, bunching up the hem of your shirt, “You guys will bounce back.” You reassured, running your fingers through his hair, Simon pulled back to meet your eyes. “Múza, I don’t think we will.” Simon sighed, readjusting his foggy glasses. “Don’t say that, Si.” You cupped his cheek. “You guys are in a rough patch, but I am confident that you guys will win a game very soon,” You encouraged with a smile.
Simon pressed his forehead against yours. “Can…Can you make me forget?” Simon voiced barely above a whisper, You pulled back, connecting your eyes with his “Are you sure, Si? I don’t think-” Simon dropped to his knees. “Please, múza. Please, please, pleeeaase!” Simon whined, yanking your shirt, but not too hard that you would fall. He froze when you held his cheek, his eyes gazing up at you with desperation. You placed a loving kiss on his lips before pulling him into the bedroom.
You placed Simon on the edge of the bed, and Simon pulled you back towards him when you took a step back. “Where are you going?” Simon pouted, his glassy eyes gazing up at you. You bit back a smile and held his cheeks, “Just to get undressed. Nothing to worry about, baby,” you reassured, pressing a loving kiss onto his lips. When you stepped back, Simon stood up and reconnected your lips. You let out a muffled giggle. He’s so cute when he gets like this, acting as if he’ll die if his lips aren’t on yours, but he’s always cute.
You pushed him back down “múza!” Simon whined, Your fingers wrapped themselves around his throat, and you pulled him towards you. “No more of that,” you smirked. “Now be a good boy and take off your clothes,” You ordered. Simon desperately nodded. You gave his throat a little squeeze just to see a love-sick smile on your boyfriend's lips.
You released Simon, and he quickly threw off his clothes. His smile widened when you stripped off your clothes. Simon’s hungry eyes fell onto your glistening pussy. “What, baby?” you chuckled, grabbing his chin and guiding his eyes to reconnect with yours. “I love you…I love you so much,” Simon panted, a wicked grin grew on your lips. “Lie back against the headboard and show me,” You told in a stern tone. Simon wasted no time and crawled back to the headboard, but his eyes never left yours.
You were going to ride him, but froze when you noticed the precum leaking out of Nemo’s rock-hard member. You needed it, craved it. You only took the tip into your mouth and slurped, “Fuck.” Simon moaned, throwing his head back. You wrapped your tongue around the head, and Simon's fingers laced into your hair, making a messy, makeshift ponytail. He never tried to take over, nor did he want to; he likes letting go, being your needy slutty boyfriend.
“Fuck, muza také dobré,” Simon moaned as you gagged on his cock, you bobbed your head. Pretty little whimpers fled out of Simon's lips, your tongue traced every vein forming on his cock. You knew he was close; his grip tightening was a dead giveaway, so you pulled his cock out of your mouth, making a loud pop sound. You noticed the tears welling in your boyfriend's eyes. “Aww, what’s wrong, baby?” you teased, feeling Simon releasing your hair. His gaze at you narrowed as he tried to translate what he wanted to say in English. “Hey,” you cooed, rubbing a soothing circle on his hip, grabbing his attention, “It’s okay…I’ll still love to hear it.” You gave a soft smile. You left a trail of kisses from Simon's V line all the way to his collar bones, “Prosím ťa, Múza, potrebujem ťa,” your boyfriend begged. You were vaguely familiar with Simon’s native language; he taught you certain words that would help you.
You straddled Simon, who had a love-sick grin on his lips, “Múza.” Your thumb traces his bottom lip. “Open,” you command, your intense eyes burning a hole into his skull. Simon opened his mouth without hesitation, your hand clung to his throat, and pushed his head back. He stuck his tongue out, knowing what you're planning. A big slob of spit ran down your tongue and jumped onto your pretty boyfriend's tongue. Your thumb pushed his mouth closed. “Aww, such a pretty boy,” You whispered. Simon’s groan vibrated your fingers as he swallowed. You smashed your lips against his, your tongue leading his in a dance.
Simon released a muffled moan as you sank on his red, thick member. Your teeth tugged his plump bottom lip when you broke up the kiss. “Môžem sa ťa dotknúť?” Simon pants. You grabbed his wrists and placed his rough, calloused hands on your hips. “Keep them there, or I’ll stop got it?” You raised a brow, and Simon tried his nod.
Your teeth clashed against his as your hips rolled, letting his long dick hit your G-spot. Feeling an euphoric haze seep into your bones, “Fuck Simon,” You moaned against his lips, you slammed onto his cock, feeling a familiar warmth growing. Tears began running down his cheeks, his fingers digging into your skin not caring about the potential bruising, because the thought that was occupying his brain was the idea of filling you up “Do riti, prosím” Simon rasped, you ignored him as you bounced on him “Som tak blízko” Simon grunts, trying to hold it until you give the okay.
What was merely a few seconds felt like hours to Simon; he was about to burst. You placed a sweet peck onto his pink lips, “Cum with me, baby,” you mumbled, resting your forehead against his. Simon swore he saw stars when his orgasm came crashing. “múza,” he mumbled under his breath as he sank into the mattress. You gasped when your orgasm erupted, painting Simon's deliciously soft cock.
You let go of Simon's throat and rolled both over onto your back as you both tried to catch your breath. Simon shoved his face into your chest, “dakujem,” Simon repeated like an affirmation as he placed delicate pecks onto your glistening skin, your nails scratching Simon's damp hair, seeing the stress and pressure rolling off his shoulders, “of course, Si.” You smiled.
You stayed like this for a while, just enjoying each other's company, ignoring the dreaded outside world. Simon’s glassy eyes admired you, you heart skipped a beat. “We stay like this?” Simon wondered, glancing down at your entangled bodies. Your smile widens, finding it adorable how Simon looks at you like you are the sun to his solar system. “Yes,” you agreed, placing a heartfelt kiss on his forehead.
The two of you stayed, soaking up in each other's presence until you both drifted off to sleep. Simon was thankful to have someone as amazing as you in his life.