#sn17

Simon had a rare day off from the Devils, and he had the whole day planned for you. Sleep in, cook your favorite breakfast, and then finish building the furniture in the nursery. Not because he was stalling or distracted, but you’ve ordered so much baby furniture during your nesting stage.

Simon cracked his eyes open, assuming to find you wrapped in his arms, it was always his favorite way to start his day, but you weren’t there. He was cuddling a pillow instead of his beautiful flower were you in the bathroom? Why didn’t you wake him up? He’s been in helicopter mode ever since you hit your third trimester, wherever you were, he wasn’t too far behind, and don’t get him started on how he acts when he’s on a roadie. He’s constantly texting or facetimeing.

 “Kvet?” Simon called out, rubbing sleep out of his eyes, hoping you were just in the bathroom. “Kvet?” Simon repeated a little louder, but still no answer. Simon hopped out of bed, trying to keep his heart steady. He desperately needed to find you, to make sure you were safe, to make sure his daughter was safe.

His heart dropped to his stomach when he heard a loud thud coming from the walk-in closet. He ran in to find you on the floor, pouting, wearing a baby tee that wouldn’t dare go near the curve of your bump and your favorite ripped denim shorts that sat at your knees. You rubbed your 8-month bump, sighing in defeat. Simon felt relieved that you or the baby weren’t harmed.

Simon had a bittersweet smile on his lips. The pregnancy was an accident, celebrating your third anniversary with drinks and passionate sex. Neither of you could remember whether or not you used protection…then it became blatantly clear you didn’t when the tests both came back positive. It was obviously nerve-wracking for both of you due to the fact that you both are young, Simon’s hockey schedule taking the majority of his time, and you went into a spiral. Simon, who was also panicking but didn’t show it because that isn’t what you needed, once he helped calm you down, he gave you some reassurance, “My beautiful kvet, everything will be alright. If you don’t want this, then we can go to the clinic. If you do, we’ll figure it out, okay. It’s your choice because it is your body, I will support you no matter what”.

Simon sat on his knees in front of you. “I did it again,” You whispered, not meeting his eyes. Simon reassured you that it just meant the baby was healthy, would always shower you in compliments, and physical touch, so you would know that he still loved you.

Though you couldn’t help but torment yourself by looking at your pre-maternity photos. Mirror selfies, pictures with your friends, Pictures with your boyfriend, Simon. Then your cruel brain did what it always does…tell you that you should try your regular clothes because it’s not that bad, and as usual, you listen.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice wavered, wiping your teary eyes. Simon felt his heart tear. “Kvet, it’s okay. You don’t need to apologize,” Simon assured in a soft tone. Simon wiped the tears you missed. “I’m fat,” you wheeped, still not making eye contact with your boyfriend. “Kvet,” Simon held your chin and guided your eyes to his. “I’m sorry you feel uncomfortable, but I still think you are gorgeous.” Simon verifies, smooshing your cheek with his lips so you know he was serious.

It kills Simon that he can’t squash this insecurity; the guys from the team would share stories of their mistakes, so he wouldn’t make the same. How badly he wanted to say “you’re not fat” or “you're pregnant,” he knew that wouldn’t solve anything, and those are the last things you needed to hear.

“Do you still find me sexually attractive?” You wondered, Simon didn’t hesitate, “Yes,” he tucked a chunk of your hair behind your ear. “Do you still want to have sex with me?” You questioned, and Simon gave a kind smile. “I’m like a thirteen-year-old boy when I’m around you,” Simon admitted. You let out a giggle. Simon did the only thing he thought would show that his answers were genuine; he littered your face with kisses; you practically had to shove him off you.

“Can you help me out of this?” you huffed, struggling to get your shirt off. “Of course,” Simon nodded. Your boyfriend strips your clothes; he kept his face neutral so you wouldn’t spiral again, though it wasn’t much effort. “Do you want my shirt?” Simon offered, thinking it would help, you nod and Simon pulled his shirt off over his head. “Arms up for me, my pekný kvietok.” Simon prompted, you did, and Simon helped you into it. When he pulled away, he noticed you melted into the shirt that swallowed you whole. “Better?” Simon wondered, you nodded.

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.