I am currently in the final year of my Mathematics degree. For part of my dissertation, I am researching peoples' views and attitudes towards Mathematics and Art.
This survey, which should only take about 5-10 mins to complete, will enable me to analyse the views of people and understand which, if any areas of Art, are perceived to include Maths.
I would be grateful if you could complete the survey and share it with any friends, family and colleagues.
Mathematics and Art can be thought of as two completely distinct areas but could also be considered as connected. This questionnaire is to c
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (AU! Director Bucky x Actress reader)
Summary: On the night of your movie premiere, you and director Bucky finally get closer.
Word count: 8.7K
Warnings: 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI, age gap (the reader is 24, Bucky is 35), teasing, dirty talk, pet names, fingering, nipples play, oral sex (the reader receiving), clit play, come eating, metal arm kink, no condom (but they are both clean and the reader is on birth control), alcohol (but neither is even tipsy), aftercare, no mention of y/n.
a/n: Bucky’s look is obviously inspired by Sebastian’s appearance at the Sharper premiere in London. The dark prince vibes and that hair… ahhh!
An extra thank you to @marvelouslizzie and @es1dit for being my beta readers and for the endless support.
Please, do not repost or translate without my permission! I really hope you’ll enjoy it!
It wasn’t your intention to interrupt him at first, but he was going to notice you anyway and you didn’t want him to think you are actively ignoring him. Because you obviously aren’t. How could you?
Word Count: 18K; Um. You’re welcome? Get some snacks and water.
@fvckinghenrycavill asked nicely, so I’m releasing this earlier than planned. Also, I think @mayloma might be waiting patiently?
Warnings: age difference (m 40′s, f 20′s; it’s your best friend’s dad for god’s sake), mention of cheating, mention of phone sex, masturbation (f), light!dom (m)/sub (f), praise kink, lingerie, oral sex (m and f receiving), fingering, p in v sex in various positions, protected sex, light bondage, spanking and ass play; if this doesn’t sound like something you’d be into, I won’t be offended if you scroll on by
A/N: Let’s be clear: I’ve only seen MI:Fallout once. I really only know August from Tumblr. This is an AU, where he is not a traitorous anarchist. I also am not comfortable writing a strict dom, so please take a softer August than you may be used too. Additionally, you are a US college Junior in this story (21-ish). Don’t worry, I’m not 21 either. Trust me. It’s okay. This is a fantasy.
I’ve also been extremely self-indulgent here. You’re gonna see some names you might recognize. You might wonder what college you go to, where in the US you are, or what year it is. I have taken many liberties. Please absolutely enjoy them. (And if anyone was following along with this post, you may notice a scene change. Trying out my inclusivity options.)
And I have a Spotify playlist I used for various scene inspiration if you’re interested.
Disclaimer: I don’t own August Walker (could anyone really tie him down?), but I do own these words and this story. Do not repost as your own. Likes, Reblogs, and Comments are more than welcome. It’s how I get my nourishment.
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pairing: neighbour!frank castle x reader,,, maybe a little bit of dbf!frank castle idk however you want to interpret it.
warnings: SMUT. piv sex. oral (f receiving). on the hood of a car :0. urmmm like getting caught kink? is that even a thing? it’s a close call. reader is kinda naive, kinda not? tit worship as well :P
summary: your father told you to ask your handy neighbour with your car. how ever can you repay him for his service?
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You end the phone call with your Dad after saying goodbye, before staring over at the house across the street. You didn’t even know if he was home.
You look back at your car then back to the house. Natasha’s party starts in a few hours and you were just going to get there early to help set up, so you weren’t in any rush… but you had to get there one way or another.
So, with a heavy sigh and one final look to your car, you began making your way over to the house.
Summary: Best Friend!Eddie Munson is more experienced than you and you ask him to help you out.
Word Count: 6.8k
Note: in this fic you and Eddie are both 18 and Eddie hasn’t failed (yet? Maybe in this au he won’t? I want that boy to be happy).
Dedicated to @millenialcatlady and @theoncrayjoy ♥️
Also, as of when I post this at 6pm PT on 7/1 I have yet to watch the final two episodes of the season which have dropped so PLEASE DO NOT SPOIL FOR 24 HOURS AT LEAST LOL.
Warnings: NSFW, drug use, fingering, dirty talk, self-doubt and a lil teenage awkwardness (both are 18 though), PIV sex
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“You ever touch yourself?”
“Excuse the fuck out of me?” Your response comes out as an incredulous chuckle.
You’re sitting on the bed of your best friend Eddie Munson, hand frozen outstretched to take the blunt he was offering you. You look down at the girly magazine in your lap, the one you had just been lazily criticizing him about. A centerfold gazes back up at you teasingly, her abnormally round breasts jutting out without shame as her back arches up from a tacky cheetah skin rug.
“Touch yourself. Do you?” Eddie waves the smoking blunt in your face till you pluck it from his hand. You busy yourself taking a long drag - longer than usual - to buy yourself time. As you hold the smoke in your lungs, Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up. “Easy there, tiger.”
You exhale harshly with a cough, immediately feeling your head begin to rush.
Story - After a year with Sy the gentleman, reader has picked up that he has a rough side. She’s tired of him treating her like a Queen and wants to experience uninhibited Sy so she asks him to fuck her
Another date night with Sy and you were feeling frustrated. You’d been seeing each other for almost a year and honestly you felt guilty even thinking that things could be better. Sy was perfect in every possible way and he treated you like a queen. Maybe that was the problem? You knew that you were younger and Sy was your first serious relationship. Heck he even took your virginity a few months ago. He was the perfect gentleman, but something inside of you craved more. You started to notice how he was around his friends and the language he used when he thought you weren’t listening - something told you that there was a rough side of Sy that you hadn’t met .. and you wanted to.
Sy was the perfect lover. He took care of you and guided you into sex with love and patience. But you heard your girlfriends talking about getting fucked and you realised that you had no idea what that was. Sy had only ever made love to you. But one night after a few glasses of wine, you plucked the courage to ask the other army wives and girlfriends about Sy’s past. They told you some stories that made your cheeks burn, and it was then that you realised you were tired of being treated like glass.
Half an hour later and you were kissing Sy hello as he held your hand and walked you to his truck. He was picking you up to go out for dinner at a fancy restaurant that was about an hours drive.
The ride was filled with sexual tension from your part. You fidgeted in your seat, wondering how to bring up what was on your mind. Sy glanced at you a few times and smiled. You chewed on your bottom lip and wondered if the man could get any sexier in his tight black jeans and fitted shirt. Not to mention his scent - a musky spice smell that was distinctively his.
“Sy?”
“Yes Sugar?”
“Are you happy with me?”
“Course I am love”. Sy reached for your hand. “What’s gotten into that pretty head of yours?”
“You .. well you treat me like a Queen”
“That a problem?”
“Everything’s so … well you treat me like I’ll break. And you’re such a gentleman” you paused. “But I’ve heard you around your friends .. you never even swear around me”.
“Sugar I’m confused”. Sy paused. “I’m honestly not following you love. I treat you like a Queen because you are one, and yeah I’m a bit rowdy around the boys but …”
“Sy I just ..” you chewed on your bottom lip. “I guess I’ve heard the girls talk and .. I’m crazy about you, you know that right?”
“I’m crazy about you too”.
“I feel like you’re holding back with me”. You breathed out deeply. “I mean, look at you .. I don’t know if you realise what you do to me”.
“Sugar ..”
“Sy I want you .. in a way that I can’t explain because I’m embarrassed”. You felt yourself flush. “I just want all of you ..”
“Honey just spill it please”. Sy glanced at the road to your face a few times.
“I love you for loving me and for treating me so well .. but I just want you to .. you know”. You paused. “Fuck me”.
Your words had barely left your mouth when Sy pulled the truck over and screeched to a halt. He braked so suddenly that you jerked forward and your seatbelt locked.You glanced around at the park and wondered for a moment if he thought you were crazy.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Well I .. I want to know .. I mean I just thought ..”
“You want me to fuck you?” Sy repeated.
“Yes”. You knew that it was now or never. “I want you .. completely you Sy. No holding back or worrying about treating me a certain way. I mean, I want you to make love to me too .. but sometimes I’d like to have you in a wild, crazy way where neither of us has to even think”.
Silence filled the car and all you could focus on was the sound of Sy’s heavy breathing. You wondered for a moment if he was mad at you. Before you could think anymore he got out of the truck and walked around to your side, yanking the door open.
“Get out”.
“Sy I ..”
For a minute you felt the blood rush from your face. You couldn’t read his expression. Was he asking you to leave? He wouldn’t abandon you and drive off would he? Did you make him that mad at you?
“Come with me”. Sy grabbed your hand, pulling you along a path, past where people were packing up their late afternoon picnics to an area a bit more secluded. He looked around then pointed ahead to a tiny bathroom. You were confused, but then he turned around and kissed your neck, pulling your body flush against his.
“You naughty girl”. Sy kissed up to your ear as he glanced around. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes” You looked around. “Here?”
“No, public sex isn’t my thing”. Sy smirked. “But I’ll fuck you in the bathroom”.
Your cheeks burned as he led you inside the cramped restroom. He locked the door before turning to face you.
“You want it hard and fast love? Because that’s what this will be”. Sy’s eyes bored into yours. “Can you handle that?”
“I think so”. You licked your lips.
“You got a pretty dress on ..” Sy’s eyes wandered up and down your body. “You look real nice Sugar”.
“I want you”.
Sy kept his eyes on yours as he unbuckled his jeans and pushed them and his boxers down to his ankles. He was rock hard and leaking. He fisted his cock and pumped it a few times before moving closer to you and kissing your lips. His tongue met yours and it was heated and sloppy. He’d never kissed you like that before.
“Turn around” Sy helped you turn around and then he pulled your dress up and your underwear down. You glanced over your shoulder and felt yourself shake with desire. You knew this was going to be a little bit dirty. He kicked your ankles apart until you widened your stance.
“Watch”.
You glanced over your shoulder and felt your cheeks burn as Sy spat into his hand and reached between your legs.
“You want me to fuck you remember?” He moved his hand around, coating you with his saliva before moving his fingers inside of you.
“Dirty girl”. He sucked in a breath as he met your slippery folds. “You didn’t need that. You’re soaked”.
“Do it again”.
“Fucking hell”. Sy muttered as he bent down and pulled your ass cheeks open. You bent your head around and watched him spit directly onto your pussy. You could feel it, cold and wet. “Ready for my cock now?”
You felt your cheeks burn. He’d never spoken like that to you before. Hell this wasn’t the Sy you knew at all.
“Yes”.
Sy stood up and kissed your neck as he grabbed hold of your hips. He positioned himself at your centre then pushed inside.
“Oh god Sy”. Your walls clamped down on him. You struggled to take him as he usually inched in slow with you. He was big and your body needed to adjust. But this time, Sy wasn’t going slow. He gripped your hip hard as he pushed all the way in.
“You know how turned on I am? How dirty this is?”. Sy gripped your ponytail as he started to thrust. “Fucking you in this bathroom?”
“Please Sy”. You glanced behind you and groaned as you watched Sy bend his knees to squat slightly behind you. You knew he was ready to pound you and he thought both thrilled and scared you because of his size.
“Tell me you want my cock”. Sy started snapping his hips. “Tell me”.
“I want your cock Sy”. You panted. “I’ve wanted you all day. I’ve been so wet for you”.
“Fuck keep talking”. Sy found his rhythm. He started muttering profanities and telling you how tight you were from behind.
“You drive me crazy Sy. I love you.. I love your cock inside me”.
“Fuck”. Sy grunted as he pounded into you. “Tightest fucking pussy and it’s all mine”. Sy lent forward and kissed your cheek as his fingers pushed against your face until you turned back to kiss him. Open mouths, tongues .. You were both sweating and you suddenly realized how dirty the whole act was.
Sy’s hands wrapped around your throat loosely as he grunted behind you. He added the slightest pressure with his hands and you were shocked at how much you liked it.
“Stop tensing. Relax”. Sy muttered as he worked his cock in and out of your tight hole. “Otherwise it will hurt”. You relaxed your muscles as best you could. “That’s it, just let me fuck you”.
Jesus his dirty talk was lighting a fire in your belly quickly. He realised it.
“Fuck I can feel you getting wetter!” Sy grunted. “Shit that’s it baby, give me your pussy”.
“I’m coming!” You panted as your legs trembled. “keep going Sy”.
“Come on my cock!” Sy’s fingers pulled your ass cheeks open as he continued his quick pace. “Come on baby”.
“Almost!”
A few more quick thrusts and you screamed Sy’s name. Your body shook from the force of your orgasm but you quickly realised Sy was rock hard and still thrusting wildly into you causing your tender walls to ache.
“Shit I’m not even close”
“Keep going”.
“I don’t want to hurt you”. Sy grunted. “You’re so tight and you’re not used to this”.
“It’s ok”. Your legs felt like jelly as you tried to hold onto the wall in front of you. “I want you to”.
“You’re gonna be sore”.
“Just fuck me”
“I can’t believe we’re doing this”. Sy resumed his pace, snapping his hips so loud that you could hear his belt buckle dragging on the ground. “Fuck your pussy is like a drug. Can’t get enough of it”.
“Talk like that” You panted. “Please ..”
“You want me to talk dirty huh? Fuck this is my fantasy right now. Fucking this little pussy like this .. yeah you’re letting me aren’t you? You’re letting me fuck you. You’re my Queen but you’re acting like a whore”.
You could feel wetness running down your thigh and soon your stomach coiled again ready for your second release.
“I’m going to come again”. You panted. “Please Sy”.
You shrieked as Sy’s hands wrapped around your chest,dragging you backwards until Sy rested back against the wall behind him. His hands found your hips as he pushed you into a rhythm. He was literally bouncing you onto his cock.
“Fuck me”. Sy grunted.
You moved your legs together and bent slightly as you pushed back and forth on Sy’s cock. You’d only ever ridden him the standard way or done missionary. You’d never even taken him doggy style before. This was uncharted waters and he felt like he was was splitting you open.
“That’s it”. Sy groaned. “Keep going like that”.
“You’re so big”. You kept up the pace, groaning as he brushed against your cervix. “You’re too big for me in this position”.
“Take it”. Sy was relentless as he slapped your ass cheek then grabbed your hips to keep you pumping his cock. “You wanna be a big girl huh? Then you have to take this big cock until I come. Fuck baby you won’t be able to walk tomorrow”.
“Sy .. oh fuck”. Your pussy struggled to take him like this but you had no choice as his grip on your hips tightened. “I can’t”.
“Yeah you fucking can”.
Suddenly you paused, hearing two ladies voices outside. The door rattled and you realized they wanted to use the bathroom!
“Keep going”. Sy’s voice made you refocus.
“They can probably hear us!”
“Just keep going!” Sy’s voice was a hushed whisper but you could tell that he was dangerously close so you kept up your movements.
“Jesus”. Sy grabbed your hips and increased your pace until he was muttering profanities and calling your name. You felt him throb inside of you before his hot release coated your walls. He pulled you flush against his chest while he rested against the wall. It was a big release, as he continued to softly jerk his hips and release smaller amounts of cum inside of you.
“Come on love”. Sy’s lips were on your neck as his hand slipped between your legs and rubbed your clit frantically. “Let me reward your pussy for being so good”.
“Can’t ..” you were exhausted and sore but Sy’s fingers were magic.
“Come on Sugar. Come for me then I’ll pull out and you can rest”.
Suddenly the banging on the front door became a distant distraction as you felt yourself ready to let go for the second time. Sy was nibbling on your ear lobe as he whispered into your ear.
“Living up to your fantasy love? You’re a dirty girl .. letting me fuck you in a bathroom”.
“Sy!”
“Look at you Sugar .. getting off like this after I’ve pounded your pussy? You’re such a naughty girl”.
Sweat covered your body as you came with a scream of his name, his words pushing you over the edge. You rested against him for a moment before watching Sy bring his fingers to his mouth.
“You alright?” How could he ask you that while he sucked his fingers? He’d never done that before with you.
“Yeah”. You blushed knowing that people had heard you both. “I think they’re still outside”.
“Well nothing much we can do now”. Sy grabbed your hip as he eased out slowly. You hissed from the pain. He had really fucked you good. “Wait there while I clean you up”. You watched as Sy went to get some paper to dampen before kneeling to wipe in between your legs. Your hands touched his short hair lovingly as he gently cleaned you.
“You don’t have to do that”.
“I left a mess babe, I don’t mind”. Sy glanced up at you and laughed. “I’ve never come that much before”. You watched as he inspected between your legs. “Are you sore?”
“Yeah but I wanted it”.
“Sorry babe. Jesus that was hot though”.
“Maybe this was your fantasy too?”
“Maybe”. Sy stood up and disposed of the paper then washed his hands and face. He left the tap on for you to do the same before adjusting your dress.
“Such a gentleman!” You laughed. “Not so sure about a few minutes ago”.
“You bring that out of me you vixen”. Sy rolled his eyes. “Did I hurt you too much?”
“I don’t know if I can walk. You defiantly fucked me”.
“Sorry if I was rough Sugar”. Sy paused. “That’s what fucking is .. it’s not like making love”.
“I wanted you like that”.
“Fuck”. Sy muttered as he breathed in deeply. “Don’t say that otherwise we won’t leave here!”
You laughed and ran your fingers through your hair. For a moment you and Sy just looked at each other, both of you shaking your heads and finding it hard to believe that you’d just gone at it like rabbits.
“Ok you go out first and I’ll follow? Hopefully nobody’s out there”. Sy glanced at the door. He opened it slowly and motioned for you to go out. You rolled your eyes and walked out then stopped abruptly when you saw two elderly ladies waiting outside.
“Oh you poor dear. That would have been very awkward to be inside with that going on!” One cm of the ladies gave you a sympathetic look. “The door was jammed and we couldn’t get in”.
“Oh I .. well ..”
The lady shook her head. “Some people have no shame”.
“Well I’m sorry but …”
You watched as their mouths dropped open when they saw Sy walk out and zipping up the fly on his jeans. He hesitated for a moment before striding confidently over to you. Your face burned but Sy simply smirked and smacked you on the bottom.
“Nothing like a quickie!”He grinned at the two elderly ladies before grabbing your hand and leading you to the car.
“Sy! That was mortifying! They were old!”
“So?”
“So they thought I was trapped in their while two teenagers were going for it!”
“Well it will give them something to talk about!” Sy laughed as you both got in the truck. “God I’m exhausted after that. I need a nap!”
“You? I’m the one who can barely walk!”
“Didn’t stop you from bouncing on my cock before”.
“Sy!!!”
“What? You gonna get all shy on me now?” Sy laughed. “After doing the dirty with me?”
“Sy!”
“You wanted all of me remember? Well I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want it like that every now and then too”.
“Why didn’t you say something?”
“Because ..” Sy paused, his hands on the wheel. “I didn’t know how you’d react .. you’re so goddam perfect to me. I didn’t wanna scare you off and knowing that I was your first ..”
“You thought I wouldn’t like it?”
“Don’t know what I thought .. maybe?” Sy glanced at you. “There’s so much I want with you Sugar”.
“What else do you want?” You stared into his eyes, feeling a different kind of connection.
“So many things”. Sy paused. “Now that we’ve experienced that, I wanna tie you up … fuck you in front of a mirror, in my truck, I wanna fuck your pretty mouth .. your ass”.
You sucked in a breath and forced yourself to exhale.Sy’s admission had literally took your breath away.
“In time”. Sy interrupted. “And only what you feel comfortable with. I love you baby .. and if it’s too much I’m ok having vanilla sex with you. But right now you’ve woken up the beast”.
You studied his face before reaching over and rubbing the back of his neck. He took your hand and bought it to his lips.
“Maybe I wouldn’t mind occasionally playing with the beast?”
You watched Sy’s eyes darken and his chest start to heave. He unbuckled his seat belt and grabbed your face, bringing your lips to his in a passionate kiss.
“Sounds good Sugar”. Sy’s hands were on either side of your face as he looked into your eyes, noses bumping. “Sounds really good”.
Summary: When Sy returns home, things escalate quickly.
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader
Word Count: Approx. 8.3k
Warnings:
Series Warnings:
Smut including oral sex (m and f receiving), hand job, fingering (f receiving), p in v sex, dirty talking, implied masturbation (m and f), showering together, slight praise kink, mentions of PTSD, descriptions of PTSD, mentions of war, angst, fluff.
Part Two Warnings:
Smut, oral sex (m and f receiving), hand job, fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, discussion of masturbation, slight praise kink, slight angst, fluff.
Authors Note:
Thanks once again to my wonderful friends and beta readers @amberangel112 and @henryobsessed . Your constant support and friendship means the world to me.
A massive thank you to @radiantheartbeat for editing you have truely lifted my writing and inspired me to be better. It has meant the world to me and I have enjoyed getting to know you through the process as well. Everyone, if you want some more great Henry content, please check out her blog here . You won't be disappointed.
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The night before Sy is due home, you can barely sleep. You’re unable to keep your body or mind still, restlessly tossing and turning until you finally begin to doze. However, sleep does come in short waves, exhaustion makes your heavy lids close, only for them to pop open minutes later with excitement and nervous energy. Thoughts race through your mind as if you’re on a coffee binge, sometimes rushing through so fast you can’t pin them down. You’re elated, jittery, and terrified all at once.
Never in your life have you felt such a cocktail of emotions. It makes sense though; there is so much riding on tomorrow. What if you and Sy don’t click like you had when you last saw each other? What if he realises that you’re not what he really wants in this life?
Pushing aside your worries and insecurities as best as you can, you finally succumb to uninterrupted sleep in the early hours of morning and don't wake until well into daylight. In a way, this was good, Sy was planning to come to your apartment after lunch, so there is plenty of time to get yourself ready.
You take a long shower, using the time under the warm water as a way to stay calm. After you dress, you put on makeup and fix your hair, deliberately keeping your pace measured and unhurried. You don’t want to be ready too early, knowing that waiting around for Sy with nothing to do will send you into an anxiety induced panic. You double check that the apartment is clean, that you have all the ingredients for dinner, and that you have plenty of beer.
When the security buzzer goes off during the next unnecessary inspection of your apartment, you freeze like a deer in headlights. You can barely breathe. Every muscle in your body tenses and you have to force yourself to move. Will you even be able to make it to the door?
Your hands tremble as you press the intercom button.
“Hello?” you rasp.
“It’s me, Sugar. It’s Sy.”
Your hand flies to your mouth, your body can’t decide if it wants to sob with relief or squeal in excitement. Your stomach churns in on itself, you feel faint and lean your head against the wall for support.
“Sugar?” Sy repeats. “You there?”
Oh shit! How long have you left him standing there? Your face burns so hot you think you might break out in a sweat.
“Yeah, I’m… uh… I’m here,” you stutter.
“You gonna let me in, baby?” Sy says and even through the crackling static of your intercom you can hear the amusement in his voice.
You press the security button to open the door. Your breathing grows shallow as you wait for Sy to make his way up the stairs, and you find it hard to swallow.
You’re trying not to lose it.
You have to get a hold of yourself or you’re going to ruin everything. You fill your lungs with air until they’re nearly bursting, holding it in for a count of three, then slowly letting it out. You do it again, and again, hoping to reach some level of calm before he arrives at your door.
The next moments happen in slow motion: he knocks— you open the door, and he’s standing there within your reach. You could lift your hand and touch him, if only to make sure he’s real, but all you can do is gawk. He’s taller than you remember, his eyes are bluer too, and you’re surprised to see he still has his beard.
You swallow hard and try to smile, to say hello, to say anything, but you just stare at him. You would feel embarrassed, but it seems he has been struck motionless as well. Well, not quite motionless, you can see his chest heave with every hard and heavy breath. He’s so big, his chest strains against his t-shirt, revealing the outline of his pecs with every inhale. His jeans fare no better, so tight against his thighs you think there was no way they could be comfortable.
Tearing your gaze from Sy’s body, you meet his eyes. Beneath his lowered brows they are dark with a hunger that you’re not sure you are ready for. It’s overwhelming, threatening to consume you from the inside out, until there’s nothing left except your craving for him. He starts to move, taking small but deliberate steps into your apartment. You barely notice the overnight bag that is slung over his shoulder until he drops it in your entryway.
Your fingers slip from the door knob as you move back to give him room, and the heavy door swings itself shut with a solid thud. Like a lion stalking his prey, Sy follows you step by step until your back hits the wall. He catches your hand as it falls and his eyes lower to watch as he entwines your fingers together; your hand is so small in his. Bringing your joined hands to his chest, he closes the distance between you with one short stride. Your heart skips a beat at this gesture, his tenderness is so unexpected.
With the tips of his fingers, he steadily glides them up your bare arm. His touch is so light that your skin tightens into goosebumps, and you shiver. Sy’s lips curl into a smile as his hand moves across your collar-bone until he holds your chin, raising it just enough to look into your eyes.
He’s so close that his scent fills your nose like a vapor. The subtle masculine fusion of spice and leather makes your mouth water with a greedy desire. You lick your lips, just as Sy’s pink tongue darts out to sweep over his own.
He moves closer still, his body crowds yours, and though you’re trembling, you reach your free hand for his lower back and draw him towards you. He raises his eyebrows, and he dips his head slightly as if to ask; Are we doing this? Is this what you want? He must be as tongue tied as you are.
You nod in response and close your eyes. You feel his warm breath first as it tickles at your wet lips, and your breath catches in your throat. His thumb strokes your cheek as he gives your hand a squeeze.
Then his lips press against yours; closed, firm pillows beneath a layer of soft flesh. They stroke over yours, moving with a dreamy ease. His beard gently grazes over your skin, the sensation of his soft whiskers is new and electrifying. His mouth parts, and his tongue slowly laps at your top lip, coaxing you to open for him. You yield, you have to, you couldn’t have stopped him even if you tried.
Meeting his tongue with yours, the contact makes you both moan. Sy’s hips press against yours as your hand fists in his t-shirt, gripping firmly and tugging him closer. For a moment you’re both uncontrolled, lost in each other. Your hand lifts his shirt to feel the warm skin on his back. His body feels hot, hard, and dense. His hulking, powerful physique is undeniable as his hips begin to roll in tight circles against you.
Sy’s hand slides down your neck, clutching your throat momentarily before moving lower. He brushes his flattened hand over your chest, palming your breasts with a low growl. Your legs are no longer strong enough to hold you up and you melt into him, becoming boneless in his embrace.
As quickly as you get lost, Sy brings you back, breaking the kiss with a gentle peck. You both open your eyes as he moves his hand to caress your cheek while you straighten his shirt.
Sy is grinning widely, seemingly satisfied for now. His face is flushed, and he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth as his eyes drink you in. You want to look away because your cheeks feel aflame under his gaze, but you don’t, and you’re sure he can feel how your skin burns. You let him look, because you’re looking too. You’re searching and examining for the details of him that you remember and also trying to discover what is new. His light freckles, his unique blue eyes with the slash of brown within the left, the small scar on his nose, those are familiar; there is a new scar on his cheek, and a deep tan to his skin.
“Hi,” Sy says, finally.
You laugh, for the first time in nearly eighteen months you hear his voice without the filter of some sort of electronic device and it's wonderful. “Hi.”
Sy huffs with a smile and shakes his head as if in disbelief. You can’t quite believe it yourself; to have him finally here with you, in the flesh, it’s like a dream. He kisses your mouth again, just a soft brush of his lips before he groans.
“Christ, baby, I just wanna…” His eyes are scorching and he presses himself into you. “You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous.”
His lips meet yours again. He’s rougher now, and his kisses leave your mouth, trailing down your jaw to your neck. Teeth scrape at your skin, his mouth sucks, and you squirm in his arms, giggling as he growls into the juncture of your neck and shoulder.
“Sy,” you half whine, half laugh.
Leaving you with one last nibble, he stands back. He draws his lower lip into his mouth and folds his arms over his chest as if he needs to deliberately hold himself back. Maybe he does.
“Damn, baby, look at you.”
Looking down at your summer dress and bare feet, you shake your head and walk down the hall, past the bathroom and your bedroom, into the kitchen and family room. You glance over your shoulder and smile as Sy follows you. You’re still a little rattled by his kiss and the anxiety that led up to today, but you also feel a giddy high and you don’t think the smile on your face will fade easily.
“Want a beer?” you ask.
He nods, “Thanks.”
Going to the fridge, you get a beer for Sy and a wine cooler for yourself. You open them both and hand Sy his. His eyes haven’t left you once.
“Well, cheers,” you say, lifting your bottle to Sy’s.
“Cheers.” Sy grins and meets your bottle with his.
You rest against the countertop while Sy leans against the island. Unable to take your eyes off him, as he brings the bottle to his lips and takes a sip. His bicep curls into a ball, straining the sleeve of his shirt as lifts the bottle higher, and his Adam's Apple bobs as he swallows nearly half of his beer. As he pulls the bottle from his lips, his tongue peeks between them, licking them with satisfaction before sucking first the bottom one, then the top one into his mouth. He is so effortlessly sexual and masculine, just watching him drink feels pornographic, and you hurriedly take a drink before he notices how you’re staring at him.
“You’re quiet,” Sy notes.
Shrugging, you finally escape the capture of his gaze and bring your drink to your lips, “It’s different having you here.”
Sy hums, as if thinking about his response, “It is,” he agrees.
You peek at him, his attention is still on you, and you don’t know how to act. This new dynamic seems strange to you. He’s so familiar; his voice, the tone and rhythm, is one you’d easily pick out of a crowd. You feel like you know him so well, but the man in front of you, the physical embodiment of that voice, is practically unknown.
“I like it though,” Sy says with a grin, “Bein’ here with you.”
“Me too,” You smile back at him then drink.
Sy puts his beer down on the counter and, widening his stance, opens his arms. “Come ‘ere.”
You hesitate. After the heated moment you exchanged in the entryway, you worry another kiss like that will send you both straight to the bedroom. Would that be a bad thing though?
Sy sees your hesitation and cocks his head a little to the side. You feel your cheeks warming as Sy softens his expression and lifts his chin in a beckoning gesture. “Come ‘ere,” he repeats, a little more gently.
Taking a deep breath, you step between his legs and his arms encircle your waist. He pulls your body close with a satisfied hum. Your body is a little stiff with anticipation.
“What did you plan for us to do today, Sugar?”
“I thought we could watch a movie,” you say, “Then I’d cook you dinner.”
“You don’t want to go out?” Sy asks.
“Sorry, I thought…” You turn your head away worried you’re assuming too much. Sy puts a crooked finger under your chin and lifts your face to his.
“Go on,” he says.
“I thought it would be nice… to be alone.”
“That sounds perfect,” Sy says, drawing out each word, showing his genuine affection for your plan.
Tension rises in your body, your muscles grow taut and expectant as he moves his hand to your neck. He gently fondles your throat then moves down your chest, his eyes follow the path of his hand until it rests between your breasts. Your lips part as your chest heaves beneath his hand, you can’t catch your breath.
You think he’s going to kiss you as he licks at his lips and places his hand on your cheek, instead he closes his eyes and leans his forehead against yours. You’re both still, neither of you moving as you stay in the moment. He murmurs something you don’t quite catch, something about being real. Then he opens his eyes, and they blaze with heat.
“What movie?” Sy asks throatily, as he lifts his head from yours.
“Huh?” You have no idea what he’s talking about.
Sy chuckles and the tension breaks, suddenly you can breathe again, “What movie do you want to watch?”
“We don’t have to,” you say, downplaying your suggestion, “It’s silly now that I think about it.”
“No, Sugar. Tell me.”
“Freddy versus Jason?” Sy’s eyebrows raise when you say the title, and you cringe a little, it was a dumb idea.
“You remember that?” he asks, smiling crookedly.
“Of course,” you smile, hesitantly.
“God damn, baby. You’re such a sweet thing.” He kisses your forehead, and his beard prickles your skin. He leans back a little and looks at you while you struggle not to squirm under his intense gaze.
“What?” you ask.
He keeps staring at you, but slowly the edges of his mouth lift into a smile, “Nothin’. Let’s go watch the movie.”
Sy smirks as you take him to your couch. You give him a questioning look as he sits and pulls you onto his lap, your legs straddling his huge thighs.
“I remember this couch,” Sy says. “Thought about it a lot while I was gone.”
His hands slide over your waist and he cups your ass. Your eyes widen as he pulls you closer and raises his hips until you can feel his jeans between your legs. He is so strong, manhandling you with ease and you giggle at his display.
“I remember too,” you laugh.
Sy puts a hand on your neck and gently brings your face close to his. Sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, his eyes study your face before they roam lower.
“I remember you just like this,” Sy says in a deep, rough tone, “Every time I’d think of you, you were sittin’ just like this.”
Words fail you as you swallow hard, and your heart picks up its pace. You place a hand on his shoulder and run it over to his neck. Sy’s eyes close as your hand glides over the short velvety hair on his head and he makes that noise, that deep satisfied groan you heard on the phone so many times.
“You would touch me just like that,” Sy mumbles. He opens his eyes, and he doesn’t even try to hide the scorching urgency in them, “Keep doin’ that.”
Because you can’t speak, you nod as you put your other hand against his chest. It slides down his shirt, and biting your lip, you savour every curve and dip of his muscles that you can feel through the thin cotton. You tug lightly at it, lifting the hem. Sy sits forward quickly, and you both pull it off.
It barely hits the floor before Sy’s arms are around you and his lips find yours. His kiss is rough and hungry, without a hint of softness as his beard stings your lips when you kiss him back. His tongue slips past your lips instantly, demanding and dominating as he explores your mouth.
Sy clutches you to him, his kiss doesn’t stop as his hands move over your back and presses his chest hard against yours. You hold onto his arms, moaning at the feeling of his dense muscles beneath his smooth skin.
“Fuck, baby,” Sy breaths into your mouth, “I want this so much. I need you so bad.”
Your hands move to his shoulders and down his back, and you pull him closer too. Soon he is touching you everywhere, squeezing at your breasts, running his hands under your dress and up your thigh, kneading your ass through your panties.
An ache grows between your legs, a deep urgent desire pulses through your veins. You want him, you want all of him. Your hips begin to move, grinding against him as you seek to ease your need. Your head falls back, your throat exposed, and Sy latches on, sucking and nipping at your sensitive skin.
“I want to fuck you right here,” He growls into your neck, “I wanna taste you… I wanna be inside of you… I wanna be all fuckin’ over you.”
You feel Sy move beneath you and he holds your waist and the back of your head as he rolls you over into a sitting position on the couch. He’s on his knees in front of you, lifting your dress, and pulling desperately at your panties.
“Sy,” you say, pushing a flattened hand against his chest.
Sy looks at you, his face a picture of pure animal lust. His jaw is clenched tight, his nostrils are flaring, and his teeth are almost barred. You gasp and your core clenches, you have never had a man look at you like that before.
His hands go to your hips, and he pulls you to the edge of the couch before leaning his body over yours.
Sy’s brows come together, lifting, wrinkling his forehead like he is pleading, “Please, don’t ask me to stop.” His arm wraps around your lower back, lifting your body against his and his hand rests on your neck. “I’m just gonna touch you.”
“I don’t want you to stop,” you tell him softly. He growls, and you cup his cheeks, holding his head close to yours. “But… slow down. Don’t rush.”
“Okay,” he rumbles, brushing his lips against yours so delicately that you shiver. “Okay,” he repeats, losing some of his urgency, but none of his desire.
Sy drops his head to your neck, and he kisses you, using his lips, tongue, and breath to caress your skin with the lightest of touches. His shoulders are bunched tight and you wonder if it’s an indication of how hard he’s trying to hold himself back for you.
“Sy,” you moan.
Sy kisses your jaw, down your throat, making his way to the tops of your breasts. His mouth is wet as he sucks at your exposed skin, and you run your hand over his close cropped hair.
“I wanna make you say my name like that over ‘n’ over,” Sy groans into your chest, “Fuck, baby, I just wanna make you feel good.”
Sy kisses you over the fabric of your dress, you can feel the heat of his breath through the thin cotton as he warms your skin with his descent. He keeps moving lower, over your breasts, down your belly, and across your hips. He puts his hands on your knees and his thumbs rub the inside of your thighs. They’re warm on your skin, comforting, though rough and calloused. They’re the hands of a man who knows how to touch a woman.
“Will ya let me, baby?”
He moves his hands up your thighs slowly, kissing your knees as he waits for you to speak.
“Yes,” you can barely breathe.
Sy groans as his teeth sink teasingly into the flesh above your knee. You mewl and your body twists as his hands continue to climb. His fingers hook into your panties at your hips, and he looks at you.
“I’m gonna take these off.”
“Sy…”
“I ain’t finished,” Sy says quickly. He brings his face to yours, so close that you’re sharing each other's air. “I’m gonna take these off, then I’m gonna touch you there, put my fingers inside you.” He pauses, to softly skim his lips over yours, gliding his tongue delicately over them. “Then I’m gonna put my mouth on you,” Sy murmurs through his kisses. “Gonna taste how sweet you are… and darlin’ I can’t wait to hear how you say my name when I make you come.”
“Fuck!” Your hands grip his arms, your fingers digging into his flexed muscles, your whole body feels restless with unspent energy and desire.
“Will ya let me do that for you?”
You bite your lip, look directly into his stormy blue eyes, and nod.
Sy groans and kisses you as he tugs at your panties. Without needing to be asked you lift your ass a little and he pulls them down where they fall to the carpet. With his mouth still on yours he spreads your legs and moves between them.
His hands move up your thighs, lifting your dress as he goes.
“Want me to take this off?” you ask, pulling at your dress.
“Not yet,” Sy says, “When I went down on you in my head, ya always had a dress on.” Sy grins and clamps his jaw tight as he growls through gritted teeth, “You don’t wanna know the things I’ve done to you in my head. The things I wanna do—”
“Don’t I?” you interrupt. Fuck yes, you want to know, “Maybe I’ve thought of the same things.”
Sy’s eyes close as he breathes deep through his nose. “You thought of me? Doin’ things to you? Touchin’ you?” He asks, as he digs his fingers into the meatiest part of your thighs and eases your legs further apart.
“Yeah,” you say hoarsely and lick your lips. .
“That’s so hot,” Sy murmurs. His hands go higher, until his thumbs reach the crease at the top of your thighs. “Did ya touch yourself?”
“Yes,” you say, somehow not embarrassed to admit it.
“So. Fuckin’. Hot.” His thumbs run over your swollen, soaked slit and he curses. “Shit, baby, you’re so fuckin’ wet. You want this too, don’t ya? You want me to touch ya?”
“Please.”
“God damn baby, you’re so good to me. How did I touch ya when you thought of me?” Sy slips his hands under you and shifts you to the side until half of your ass is off the couch. “Hmm? Tell me.” He grabs a couple of throw pillows and puts them in the corner.
“What are you doing?” you ask.
Sy just grins and leans over you. He cradles the back of your head and splays the other hand against your back.
“Lay down.”
He guides you until you're laying against the corner of the couch. He bites on his bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth as he looks over you. His eyes are dark as he studies you and runs his huge hands over your sides until he’s sitting back on his heels, “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, I can barely stand it.”
Your whole body trembles with anticipation, you had no idea it was going to be like this, how much you need him. You want to scream “fuck me already”, but this languid pace, his gentle touch, feels so good.
“You still haven’t told me how I touch ya when you think of me.”
Sy holds the ankle closest to the couch and lifts your foot until he can place it on the cushion, leaving the other on the carpet. You’re spread open now, your body is on fire, but your skin feels cool where the air touches your bare wet centre. He doesn’t look though, instead he kisses your thigh near your raised knee.
Your mouth feels dry, and you swallow hard. “At first, you touch me… like you are now,” you tell Sy. He closes his eyes against your thigh and groans. “Soft, and gentle. It makes me feel like you care about me.”
“I do, baby. So much,” Sy shakes his head, “You’ve got no idea.”
“Then later, you’re rougher… harder.”
“God damn it, I—”
Sy stops talking mid-sentence and his eyes are fixed firmly on your exposed pussy. He doesn’t move, he barely blinks, then he licks his lips before pulling the lower one into his mouth. You wait, thinking he’ll move, that he’ll do or say something, but he doesn’t. Feeling exposed, and unsure, you bring your legs together.
“Don’t you dare,” Sy says with an authority that makes you freeze instantly and your core clench. He finally lifts his eyes to yours, “You are so gorgeous.” He looks slowly over you, all the way down to the hand still wrapped around your ankle, the rough pad of his thumb brushing over the bone. He moves his hand up your leg, following its path with his eyes before diverting and he brings his face close to yours. “Even when I dreamed of this… God, you’re just so much more…”
A small smile plays on Sy’s lips as he trails off, his fingers rising up your thigh, making you quiver with agonizing anticipation of his touch. Your heart is beating so hard you feel it everywhere, your cheeks, your ears, your thighs and your core, they all throb in time.
Sy looks back between your legs as his fingers glide over your wet and swollen skin. One of them brushes over your clit and you gasp. His smile widens as he slides a finger into you. You feel yourself tighten, but you’re so wet he slips in easily.
Sliding in and out slowly, Sy’s mouth parts as he watches, his chest puffs harder and heavier. You start to relax as he moves, surrendering to his touch. He sighs and kisses your thigh again.
“That’s it, baby.” Sy says. “You’re so good for me. You’re so soft and so pretty.”
He adds a second finger curling them inside you. Your body twists, your eyes close, the urge to seek friction is too strong and your hips start to roll.
“Sy,” you moan, “Sy I…”
Something soft and velvety brushes over your clit. You open your eyes to see Sy staring back at you, the tip of his tongue against your sensitive nub. Still kneeling on the carpet, he’s bent at the waist chest on the couch, his mouth hovering over your pussy.
Sy. His mouth. Your pussy. Oh God!
“Oh fuck,” you say with a shuddering breath.
Sy grins as he sweeps his broad, wet tongue over you. Your body quivers, every muscle coiling tight. He closes his eyes and growls.
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters under his breath, “You’re fucking breathtaking.”
Sy puts his head down and takes you into his mouth. He sucks gently, while his tongue moves over you and his fingers pump against your spot.
“Oh, fuck!” you cry.
You throw your head back against the pillows, your back arching as you try to push yourself against Sy’s mouth. He is so warm, his tongue subtly rough, and his soft beard rubs against your delicate skin; the contrasting textures mingle and heighten every sensation.
It doesn’t take him long to have you mewling, quickly discovering what you like, he uses it to his advantage, deliberately teasing, drawing you out. It’s like he wants to stay between your legs and never leave.
Sliding his hand under your ass Sy lifts your hips, tilting them at a new angle, and he somehow seems to take more of you into his mouth. He keeps playing with you, varying his technique, speed, and firmness, listening to you and watching. Always watching. His eyes stay on you, even when he groans and closes his eyes, they pop open straight away, dark and hazy, pupils blown wide, drunk on lust.
You reach for him, your fingers slide over his beard and jaw. His eyes widen a moment, then keeping his mouth firmly on you, they shut slowly as he leans into your hand. You scratch softly at his beard as he works you closer to your peak and he practically purrs around your clit every time you squirm or moan.
Sy builds you slowly but ruthlessly, until every muscle in your body tightens and shakes, desperate for release. His hand slides out from beneath your ass, and you grab hold of it, fingers clamping down hard around his. Your heel digs into the couch, trying to get purchase as your back arches and your whole body pulls taut. Finally, you snap, and you cry out sharply as the tension releases in explosions of hot pleasure.
As your orgasm ebbs, you continue to tremble and can’t stop. Sy leans over you and covers your body with his. His fingers are still inside you, not moving, just keeping you full, and you like the way it feels. He looks at you, his brows drawn low together as he slips his free arm around your back. You wrap your arms around him and snake a leg around his too, clinging to as much of him as you can. He pulls you close, and you nuzzle into his neck, seeking the comfort of his warm skin.
“You’re ok, baby,” Sy whispers in your ear, “You’re good. I’ve gotcha.”
“I can’t stop shaking,” you whisper back.
“I know,” Sy lifts his head. “Take your time, baby. You were right, we ain’t gotta rush.”
Sy’s smiles reassuringly, his lips are glossy, his beard glistens and you realise with both horror and desire that it’s from you. His mouth and beard are wet with evidence of your arousal. You bite your lip and lean into his shoulder again to hide your face.
Sy’s pulls back so you can’t hide, one eyebrow is raised in question. “What’re you thinking right now, Sugar?”
He licks at his lips and all at once, you feel the ache deep in your gut return, and once again your cheeks flare. Smirking, Sy lets his fingers slip from your clenching core and brings them to your lips.
“Is this it, baby?” Your eyes slam shut.
Yes, that’s it, Sy.
You had no idea he was going to be like this, dirty, eager, unselfish, yet dominant and it’s blowing your mind. Sy moves his fingers to slide over your lips, so slick from you that you can’t feel the roughness of his pad.
“You got so wet for me,” Sy says huskily. “Tasted so fuckin’ sweet, just like I knew you would. And those noises you made for me,” he hums as if he’s just sampled something delicious, “God damn they were hotter ‘n hell.”
A whimper leaves your throat as you try to speak. “It felt amazing, Sy.” You open your eyes. “You made me feel so good.”
Sy groans, his voice rumbles like thunder in his chest, “I’ll do it again if you want,” he says. You almost giggle at his eagerness and you nod.
Without hesitation, he slides out of your arms. At first, you’re not sure what he’s doing, then you feel his hands push your thighs further apart.
“No, Sy,” You can’t stop your laugh this time as you grab hold of his shoulders, and he lets you bring his body back over yours, “I don't mean now.”
Sighing like he’s actually disappointed, Sy climbs onto the couch, settling between your legs. He holds his body weight on one arm and looks down between your legs. Although he’s had his shirt off for a while, you haven’t had the wherewithal to actually look at his body. Shirtless, he seems even bigger than you thought. His shoulders are massive, and you can see the corded muscles rippling under his skin as he supports himself over you. His pecs are tight below a dark layer of fur, and his core is engaged, making his abs stand out. He has more hair around his navel and following its trail lower, it disappears beneath his jeans, rousing your curiosity and desire.
Sy’s hand cups your pussy, interrupting your thoughts, and he lowers himself slightly, you feel some of his weight.
“You feel so good in my hand, Sugar,” Sy says. He leans down into your ear, his lips tickle as they move against it. He rubs his hand over your slit in long firm strokes. “I knew you would. I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop touching you.”
Moving your hands down Sy’s chest they stop at his belt and your fingers slide into the tantalising dark hair that sinks below his jeans. Your hand slides lower, searching and when you find what you’re seeking, you gasp. Palming him over his jeans, you explore him with your fingers, spreading them over and around to gauge his girth and length. Sy sinks his teeth into your earlobe with a growl that seems to come from deep in his gut, and your heart kicks in your chest as you feel how thick he is.
“Fuck,” you breathe. Your fingers keep sliding along his shaft until you finally reach the head of his cock, and your thighs pull together, in excitement or fear, you can’t tell, “So big.”
“That’s all for you, baby,” Sy rumbles into your ear, “You make me so fuckin’ hard. The way you look. The way you feel. The way you smell… the way you fuckin’ taste.”
You let out a moan as a rush of lust rips through you. The way he talks, it’s— you’ve never heard anything like it. His head moves above yours and he’s shaking it, disbelieving.
“’N’ your voice… Sugar,” Sy’s lips crush yours, pressing firmly, then pulling them into his mouth. His hand leaves your pussy to hold your hand against him, pressing your palm hard against his jean-clad erection. He moves, rutting against your hand, obscenely, “Your voice fuckin’ kills me.”
“I want to touch you, Sy,” you say, pulling on his neck, drawing him closer to you until you can purr into his ear, “I want to feel you.
“Fuck,” Sy exhales in a long and shaky breath. The sound thrills you to your core and your body surges. “Where, baby? Tell me, where?”
You know he knows where you want to touch him, you practically are already, only the denim of his jeans stops you. But you realise quickly he wants to hear you say the words. You wonder if he likes hearing dirty things as much as he seems to like saying them.
Talking like this, being dirty like this, isn’t something you’re used to. But it’s Sy. You know him. Of course you were nervous when he arrived, but more than that, you were excited. It feels the same now, an ansty energy makes your muscles tremble, but your anticipation makes your blood feel like jet fuel in your veins. His seemingly easy and raw sexuality makes you not only feel comfortable to express yourself, but also to match his crudeness with your own.
“I want to touch your cock,” you say softly in his ear, before nipping at his earlobe.
A strangled moan comes from Sy’s throat and then his lips are on yours. His tongue pushes deep into your mouth, filling you for a moment, before he pulls away. His hand cups your jaw and you are forced to look at him. That animalistic look of primal need is back in his eyes, there’s an aggressive tension in his gaze, and each breath he takes is ragged and harsh.
Sy keeps looking at you, staring for so long that you surrender under the scrutiny and try to look away. He brings your face back to his, and although his eyes blaze with rank animal lust, the tightness has left his face.
Bringing your lips back to his, you grab at his belt while you kiss him. Sy lets go of your other hand and you make quick work of undoing his belt, the buckle flying wildly as you continue to tear at the buttons.
“Jesus,” Sy groans, watching as you undress him. You slide your hands under his jeans and boxers, tentatively squeezing his firm ass cheeks before pushing the garments down around his thighs.
A small yelp sounds from him as you continue trying to unrobe him.
“Stop a second, Sugar,” Sy says, his voice pitched oddly high, “I’m caught in my boxers.”
Your hands immediately fly away from his thighs, terrified that you’re hurting him, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.”
He chuckles, “It’s fine… I’m fine,” he inhales as he moves into a more upright position, pulling his boxers back up before kicking off his jeans and exhaling a sigh of relief. “Sit up for me, baby.”
He slides his hand under your head until you’re upright. He kisses you again, his hands roaming over your breasts, cupping them, and gently squeezing. His thumb finds your nipple through your dress, they’re so tight and firm he couldn’t miss them. He pinches your bud, and you feel it like white hot lightning down your spine, straight to your core.
You moan, and reach out to touch Sy, you want to feel him in your hand, you want to know what he looks like, you want to make him feel like he made you feel. Your fingers find the elastic of his boxers, but Sy’s hand stops you. He holds your hand to him, right in the middle of his furry chest.
“Wait a bit baby,” Sy says. “I don’t want this to be over yet.”
“It doesn’t have to be over yet, I just want to feel you.”
Sy chuckles, “While I appreciate your faith in me, ya gotta know I ain’t gonna last a single minute once you touch me.”
“So?” You lean into Sy’s neck, kissing him with soft lips. His skin makes your lips tingle from his stubbly, sultry flesh. “We’ve got all night.”
“You want me to stay the night?” Sy asks, his fingers loosen their grip on your hand, and you run your fingers through the hair across his chest.
“You did bring your bag. You want to stay, don’t you?”
He rubs at the back of his neck, “Just making sure you still want me to,” his voice is strange, weaker than normal and for the first time he struggles to meet your eyes.
“I do, Sy. But do you?”
Sy doesn’t reply, instead he grabs hold of your dress, “Take this off for me. I wanna see you.”
“If you take your pants off,” you bargain with a grin.
“Deal,” Sy says, returning your smile.
Wasting no time, Sy shimmies his boxers off. He moves so quickly you don’t get the chance to see him before he meets your lips again with his. His arms encircle your back, his hands rubbing along your spine, the heel of his palm digging deep into your muscles.
Lifting your leg over his thick thighs, you sit on his lap, just as Sy pulls down your zipper. You reach for him again, but your dress covers him.
“Wait,” Sy says, firmly. God, he sounds like he did that day when you heard him speak with the authority of his rank and your core flutters. He speaks again, softer this time and with a smirk full of torrid intent. “I wanna undress you, I wanna enjoy this.”
Heat floods you, your face and ears burn, but your arousal overtakes any anxiety you have, and you laugh softly.
“Another one of those things you thought about?” you tease.
His smile grows bigger as he almost reverently slips a finger under your thin strap and slides it down your shoulder.
“Somethin’ like that, yeah.”
Sy leans in and kisses your shoulder, first one, then the other. His teeth scrape along your collarbone, causing you to shiver. Lowly chuckling, his finger traces the edge of your neckline, his rough pad caresses the tops of your breasts.
“There’s not much I haven’t thought about,” Sy says. He sounds almost distracted, like he’s talking to himself not you. “I’ve spent days with you in my head. Thought about bein’ with you in so many ways.”
“Sy…” You barely breathe, your voice a whisper.
He looks at you, his eyes trapping yours in his heated gaze, as he suddenly fists your dress and lifts it over your head. When you see him again, his eyes are still on yours, but they are wide open and his jaw is slack.
“You’re fuckin’ naked,” Sy mutters. You bite your lip, so you don’t laugh at him, you don’t want to ruin the moment. Sy closes his eyes, smirking like a fool, and shakes his head, “I can’t believe I just said that out loud.”
You can’t hold it in anymore and you burst out laughing. You feel bad and your head drops into his neck.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to laugh,” you say.
Sy chuckles, but you can hear the embarrassment in his laugh. He mirrors your position, dipping his head unto your neck and you can feel his beard prickle your skin. His arms snake around your back, finding your spine and he traces its path with a delicate touch of his finger tips. Your body arches instinctively at the sensation and your laughter abruptly stops. When he reaches the end of your buttocks, his hands move back to your neck, and he starts again.
“You’re so responsive,” He sounds distant again as if he’s talking to himself. “I never thought…”
You wait for him to finish but he doesn’t, he just presses a kiss against your forehead. Dipping your head, you look into the space between you, glimpse him for the first time.
Big.
It’s the only word that comes into your head as you stare at him. He stands straight up, thick and long, but not grotesquely so. He honestly looks perfect, and you smile, what else did you expect? Just another thing to add to the list of reason’s why Sy is perfect.
Not perfect, no. That’s not an accurate or fair label. Although you know him well, you know there’s a lot you don’t know, and possibly will never know about him. Why did he pull away from you before he deployed? Why did he call you that first time? Why did he call you that night when he seemed on the verge of a breakdown? There was trauma, there had to be. Maybe even a sense of self-doubt, despite his confident attitude. You know that a relationship with an active member of the military won’t be easy, but for him you will try. Not perfect, no, but maybe perfect for you.
Need scorch through your veins as if they hold acid, you have to touch him, have to feel how hard and soft he is. You don’t think about it, you don’t hesitate, and you wrap your hand around the middle of his shaft, gripping him gently. He’s so husky that you might even need two hands.
Sy’s reaction is immediate and strong, gasping as his body freezes, and the arms that caressed you gently now hold your hips in a vice-like grip. He throbs in your hand, and though his skin is nearly as soft as his lips, it’s so tight around his steel-like hardness, you think it must be painful. You move your hand, slowly, more to just feel him in your palm than for his pleasure, you enjoy the silky texture of him. He’s smooth, yet veiny, and hot, so fucking hot in your grasp. You moan as you kiss his neck, and your tongue catches his sweat as it breaks over his skin.
Hands grip your neck, lifting your head and Sy’s mouth is on yours. Feverish and hungry, it feels like he’s trying to devour you, swallow you up into him. His frantic kiss spurs you on and you start to pump your hand. As quickly as his kiss begins, he breaks it just as fast to look at your hand wrapped around his cock. He utters a curse, but you barely hear his whispered word.
Then he’s looking over your body, his eyes are wild, dark, and darting as if he can’t decide where to look. His hands tighten slightly around your neck as he groans.
“Fuck, thats good baby. That’s so fuckin’ good.”
“Touch me, Sy,” you urge.
Growling, his hands grab your breasts, his mouth follows swiftly, hot, wet, and sloppy; he mouths, licks, and sucks. He presses his mouth against you so hard you begin to lean back. Sy splays a hand across your back to keep you from falling and lifts his head from your breasts. He brings his other hand to your chin and tips your forehead to his.
“You gotta stop or I’m gonna cum,” Sy says in a rough and jagged voice.
“Cum in my mouth,” you say.
“Oh shit,” Sy’s body tightens, and his hips jerk off the couch, “You really want that, baby?”
Smirking and nodding, you climb off his lap and kneel on the carpet between his legs. You keep pumping him as you crane your neck to look at him.
“Do you want me to put your cock in my mouth?” you smile coyly, like you don’t know exactly what you are doing to him. You know, you can see the effect and it’s intoxicating. Knowing that every moan is for you, every groan is because of your touch, and every growl is because he wants more of you, sends you flying.
Clenching his teeth and practically snarling, Sy says, “Baby, I want to be inside you in any way you’ll let me.”
Your jaw drops, and you ache deep in your empty core. Fuck. He knows just what to say to make you turn into liquid.
“You better open your mouth or I’m gonna cum all over your pretty face.”
Fuck.
For a second you think about letting him do just that and you’re shocked. You’ve never wanted a man to do that to you before. But this isn’t just any man, this is Sy. You want him so badly, you want him so completely, you want to give him your whole self, you want him to do things to you that you would never trust another man to do.
You look at him in your hand, so male, husky, and potent. You look up as Sy’s thighs start to tense and his abs tighten. His chest is pumping with effort, sweat makes his body glisten as it clings to his hair, his mouth is parted sucking in breath, and his brows are drawn tight together as his eyes watch your every movement.
He is stunning.
Licking your lips, you lean down over him and despite how close he is, Sy puts his hand to your cheek.
“Look at me,” Sy says. “I wanna see— Fuck!”
He stops mid word as you put him in your mouth. There’s no point in teasing him, or building him up, he’s already there. He’s tense, sweating and each breath is a gasping groan.
Your lips stretch around him and although he’s like satin in your mouth, you know your lips will be swollen tomorrow. You don’t care, you want to see him to his end, you want to give him this pleasure. Your tongue laps at him and you suck softly as you keep increasing your rhythm.
When he said he was close, you had no idea he was this near to the edge. His breathing becomes rapid, to the point where you don’t think he might hyperventilate. Then he stops breathing altogether and his eyes go wide as his face twists with strain and he throws his head back. You feel him grow thicker and throb in your mouth, his abs contract and his hips raise off the couch as his thighs tighten, the muscles trembling under the tension.
“Oh fuck,” he says repeatedly, until he groans out your name and fills your mouth with hot jets of his release.
When he stills, you slide your lips over him one more time, capturing with your tongue any remaining come and swallow. He shivers with a chuckle, his head is still thrown back, but he reaches for you, pulling you up onto his lap. Locking you in his embrace, he brings your head to his shoulder holding you close to him and despite his obviously woozy state, he lays a few closed mouth kisses over your cheeks and lips. Then he stills and closes his eyes with a hum.
Me in the theater when Katy and Shang-Chi didn’t fucking kiss and there was actually a main relationship between the main dude and a woman he cares for and it was fucking PLATONIC but still included PHYSICAL AFFECTION AND PRIORITIZING EACH OTHER-
