Summary: You're staying with Henry during a convention. By the way, there's only one bed.
Warnings: Smut, Cursing
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"What? It's not funny?"
Henry's voice resulted in you immediately opening your eyes. You hadn't been asleep when you'd heard him. He was showing you a meme on his phone. You laughed.
"That's a pity laugh," he reprimanded jokingly.
"It is not!" you turned and lightly hit his shoulder.
He rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I'm going to sleep anyway." Henry turned off his phone and moved to put it on his nightstand.
You figured the two of you should sleep. You both had a big day tomorrow. Henry had invited you to a convention he was attending. You coming had been a last minute thing, and Henry's people had only gotten him one hotel room, so you and Henry were sharing a bed that night. That was fine with you two. You and Henry had been friends for over a decade. It wasn't too weird for two friends to do, given the situation, right?
The way you and Henry had settled down, his leg was between your two. Things were quiet in the room for a moment, until Henry broke the silence. "You can't feel it, right?"
"No, I can't," you responded without thinking. Then, it hit you, "Wait, what do you mean?"
Though it was too dark to see the blush that could've been on Henry's cheeks, his voice still sounded sheepish. "What do you think I mean?"
"Oh..." You weren't sure what to say. "Um..." You figured honesty was the best policy. You swallowed, "I wouldn't be opposed..."
Henry gave a deep chuckle. "What else wouldn't you be opposed to? A business meeting?"
"Funny--" You went to joke with him again, but in doing so, you moved closer to him. You felt something a little lower on his leg than you expected.
After things were quiet for a moment more, Henry presumably decided to break the ice. "Did you think I was lying?" When he didn't get a response, he started to pull away. "I apologize if I made you uncomfortable--"
He was almost sitting up by the time you got a hold of the collar of his shirt. You pulled him back down to meet your lips.
Once Henry's mind caught up with your actions, he moaned into the kiss. Quickly, however, he pulled away. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked you.
"Yes," was all you got out before tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling him in for another kiss.
Henry made quick work after that. He settled you underneath his large form, then moved on top of you. Henry helped you out of his shirt, then pulled off his own. He kissed you again as you slid your shorts and underwear down your legs.
As he shucked off his own lower clothing, Henry admitted to you, "God, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."
"I betcha I've waited longer," you challenged with a smile.
"Really?" He didn't sound convinced.
You nodded, "Ever since I saw you in person in that Superman suit." You'd just missed knowing him during the filming of Man of Steel. You were talking about the filming of Batman v. Superman. That was two years after you had met him.
Henry one-upped you. "The Sanderson Dinner." That was the night he had met you.
You didn't know how else to respond other than to grab him by the neck and kiss him. You felt Henry's smile against your lips.
"Are you ready? Cause god knows I am," he declared once he parted from you.
Nodding, you almost begged, "Yes. God, yes. Please, just put it i--" You cut yourself off when your jaw went slack, and you grabbed onto Henry's biceps to anchor yourself. A small whimper escaped your lips.
"Fuck, you are so beautiful like this." Henry stroked the side of your head. He slowly pulled out of you, then slowly pushed back in.
"Oh, god," you sounded out, eyes screwed shut at the intensity.
Henry asked as his thrusts started to find a (still slow) rhythm, "How does it feel?"
"So good, Hen," you answered, eyes still closed.
He smiled, "That's exactly what I wanted to hear." He leaned down, and started going to work on your neck.
It felt so good to have him all over you. You tangled your fingers in his hair and moaned out, "Oh, Henry."
In response, he quickly licked his thumb, then started on your clit. He sped his thrusts up just a little bit.
"Oh, Henry!" you moaned louder, then came.
Once you came down, you noticed you had some drool on the side of your face. No sooner did you notice it that Henry was wiping it away. Actually, it was more like he was smearing it down the side of your face. You didn't care. To you, what Henry did made the whole scene even hotter.
"Think you can give me one more?" Henry asked as he finished ravishing your lips.
Vigorously, you nodded your head.
Henry once again sped up his thrusts. By then he was hitting much deeper in you than before.
"Fuck! Don't stop!" you begged, grabbing a handful of Henry's hair at the back of his head. It only took a few more thrusts for you to cum again, and Henry was right behind you. He helped you ride out your orgasm as he filled you with cum.
After what had to have been at least a couple minutes, you opened your eyes to find Henry Cavill gazing at you with enough intensity to burn a hole through a cement wall. The only thing to do was to kiss him. So you did. You pulled him close to you by the back of his head.
At that point, you and Henry sufficiently lost yourselves in each other. One of your hands stayed on his cheek while the other felt up his chest and landed on his shoulder. Henry's arms circled around you and held you close.
"Henry...Henry." You held him back and got his his attention. "We can't do this again tonight. You have to be up at five a.m.," you finished with a light chuckle.
He shook his head. "Screw tomorrow. I want to stay here with you."
"Very cute." You rolled your eyes.
"Hey." Henry got your attention by trapping your chin between his thumb and index finger. "I'm serious. If you told me to stay here tomorrow and not go to the convention, I wouldn't move a muscle."
You had to shake your head clear. "Are you serious?"
"Very much so," he promised, "I'm serious about this whole thing, if you'll have me."
You were already nodding before Henry was done talking. You kissed him before rolling on top of Henry and smirking. "Ready for Round 2?"
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Attn: So I’m not trying to come across bragging but I surprised myself with this one yall. I’m not a planner when I write because it just stifles the crap out of me so I go with the flow. It’s a little sad so be forewarned. Didn’t see this chapter going here but I'm happy with it and hope y’all enjoy it too!
Word Count: 2,071
Pairing: Carpenter Sy x Female Neighbor Reader
Summary: You’re embarrassed after your drunken episode but Sy assures you everything is fine. Y’all have supper, he sets you up with everything to start working for him, and then something surprising happens.
Warnings: a bit of a ptsd episode (flashback, night terror), angst
Part One, Part Two
The next morning you woke to the sound of scratching. “What the-,” you said as you opened your eyes. You were met with the sight of Cookie figuring out her litter box all on her own. “What a good baby,” you mumbled. You weren’t hungover exactly, you’d just slept hard as hell and were definitely feeling it. “Gotta get up,” you grumbled as you threw the covers back. You looked at your phone and saw it was already ten thirty.
You hobbled over to your dresser and grabbed some pajama bottoms and a baggy T-shirt. You weren’t leaving the house today so fuck it. You sat them on the bed before going to get Cookie some wet food. “There you go, baby girl,” you said, scratching down her back.
You took a nice hot shower as you tried not to think about what happened the day before. “Ugh… so embarrassing,” you groaned, being unsuccessful. You got done and sat on the bed in your towel relaxing a bit when your phone rang. It was Sy calling to check on you.
You inhaled deeply. “Hello,” you said. “Morning’ darlin’. How you feelin’?,” he asked. “Embarrassed,” you said honestly. “What for?,” he asked confusedly. “I dunno. Getting drunk like an idiot. Having to have to tend to me because of it. And I think I possibly told you your eyes looked like the ocean but that part is a little fuzzy,” you told him. He laughed heartily.
“Oh darlin’, you ain’t gotta be embarrassed. You were doin’ so good then your mama dropped a bomb on you. You’re only human sweetheart. And as far as the eyes, you did say that but I’ve heard worse things,” he told you with a laugh. “Uuuugh,” you groaned. “You’re alright little lady. Don’t worry ‘bout a thing, okay?,” he said.
“Alright, I reckon. What you up to today?,” you asked. “Pullin’ up these folks floorboards. House is pretty old and it’s time for replacin’ them,” he said. “Sounds hard,” you told him. “It’s not too bad. I’m just hopin’ the floor joists are still in good shape. If not, we’ll be replacin’ those too. What you gonna do today?,” he said.
“Well so far I’ve fed Cookie and showered. I guess when we get off the phone I’ll dress and find something to eat. May read some more of my book and of course play with Cookie,” you told him. “You sittin’ there talkin’ on the phone with me in the nude darlin’?,” he teased. “I’ve got a towel on, thank you very much,” you scoffed. “I hear ya,” he laughed.
“The internet guy is supposed to come tomorrow. As much as I like reading I’m glad. I miss television,” you told him. “Yeah. Gets easy to miss when you’re used to having it,” he replied. You then heard someone talking in the background. “Well darlin’ as bad as hate to I gotta get off here and back to work. I’ll talk to you later,” he said. “Alright then. Have a good day. Be careful in this heat,” you told him. “Always am, sweetheart,” he said before hanging up.
The rest of the day dragged on into the next and you got your internet hooked up. You spent the day binging movies to pass the time. Wednesday you got another call from Sy. “Hey darlin’. How you doin’ this morning?,” he asked. “I’m doing alright, and you?,” you asked. “Doing pretty good. Going through that midweek slump, ya know?,” he said. “Yeah I get what you mean,” you told him.
“I was wondering this evening if it would be alright for me to swing by and drop off that stuff from Parker? I’ve got it and your employment paperwork. All that necessary borin’ stuff,” he said. “Yeah that’s fine. You want some supper?,” you asked. “If you got enough for me, I’ll take some supper,” he answered.
“Of course. You like baked chicken? I was thinking of baking some chicken legs in barbecue sauce. Maybe doing some mac and cheese, green beans, and fried potatoes with them” you replied. “Hell yeah,” he said, causing you to laugh. “Well it’s settled then. What time should I be expecting you?,” you asked. “Maybe around six or so,” he replied.
“Sounds good,” you told him. “I’m gonna get off here sweetheart. I’ll see you later,” he said. “See you later,” you replied. You meddled about until about four then got in the kitchen. You always homemade your barbecue sauce so you did that first, then got the chicken set to cook.
It was 6:15 by time Sy was coming through your door and you’d just gotten everything dished up and sat on the table. “Damn, it smells amazin’ in here,” he said as soon as he came in the door. “Well hopefully it tastes good,” you replied with a laugh. “If it’s anything like that last meal I know it does. I’m just gonna set these papers down here on the end of the table darlin.’ I’m not gonna be able to think about nothin’ else until I get some of this food,” he said.
Sy ate heartily. “Shit. That was delicious. You’re gonna have me spoiled with all this good cookin’ sweetheart,” he said leaning back in the chair. “Well you’re welcome anytime. It’s kinda easier cooking for two than just one anyway. Plus you’re good company,” you told him. He smiled softly. “Let me get you these papers. They’re just tax stuff and your contract. Then that box is all my old documents. Parker has the paper stuff and a flash drive in there with everything all organized,” he said.
You filled out everything necessary then stuck it back in the folder for him. “Well boss, I guess I’ll start sorting though all that tomorrow,” you said pointing to the box. “That’s fine, darlin’ whenever you’re ready,” he replied. “I have cherry pie for dessert. If you want some,” you told him. “Oh? I dunno if I left room for dessert sweetheart,” he laughed. “I’ll make sure to send some home with you,” you said with a smile.
“You ever get done ripping that floor up?,” you asked, making conversation. “Got one bathroom left but I’m gonna get to that tomorrow and the guys’ll start laying the floor on the other side of the house while I do that,” he said. “That’s good,” you commented. You two chatted a bit more before you cut half the pie and put it in a Tupperware for Sy.
“You sure you wanna split it with me darlin’?,” he asked referring to the pie. “Yeah I’ll never eat it all myself,” you replied. “Well, thank you, and thanks for the supper. I reckon I’m gonna head on home. Six o’clock is gonna be here before we know it,” he said. “You’re welcome. Be careful,” you said as you walked him to the door. “Always am,” he said with a grin before heading back home.
You were sleeping soundly when you were awoken by frantic banging on your front door. You jumped up and ran so quickly that you left your crutches behind. You flung the front door open and saw Sy standing there panting, barefoot in a tank top and sleep shorts. “Sy, what’s wrong?,” you asked.
“My dog. Have you seen my dog?,” he said coming into your house. “Did Aika get loose?,” you asked. He began pacing back and forth up the entryway. “Aika? No. Caroline. She was right by me when I went to sleep and when I woke up-,” he trailed off. At first you were confused because Sy only had one dog. He stood with his back to the wall breathing still heavy. When you looked into his eyes you realized he wasn’t truly there with you.
He almost looked as if he was still asleep or somewhere far away perhaps. “It’s not safe here. I’ve gotta get you outta here. I’ve gotta get you outta here,” he said, reaching for you. “Sy, it’s fine. We’re safe,” you said. He shook his head. You hobbled to turn the light on and went back to him. “Look at me. Look at where we are,” you said, holding his face between your hands. His eyes darted around.
His breathing slowly steadied. “Sweetheart?,” he questioned. He ran his hands down your arms then let them rest on your waist. “It’s me. I’m right here. We’re safe,” you said soothingly. “I’m sorry I-,” he choked. “It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize,” you said as your wrapped your arms around him.
He held onto you as if you’d disappear before sliding down the wall, taking you with him. You sat there on his lap as he sobbed into the front of your shirt. You couldn’t help but shed a few tears with him, his sobs making your heart ache. At that moment you wished you could take whatever was hurting him away.
You held the side of his face with one hand as you ran your other up and down his back. He breathed out shakily before leaning back to look at you. You reached up and wiped the tears from his face. “You wanna talk about it?,” you asked softly.
“When I was deployed, there was this time I got separated from my troop aside from my dog, Caroline. I’d had her with me for two years. I was hiding until they could come back for me or until I could make my way back. One night we went to sleep and when I woke up she was just gone. She was all I had and then just like that… I was right back there darlin’ but this time you were there in the middle of the desert and I had to get you outta there. It wasn’t safe. Angels don’t belong out in the middle of a war zone,” he confessed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“I haven’t had an episode like that in over a year. I got help for them and everything so I thought they were gone. I’m sorry if I scared you,” he whispered. “I’m alright, Sy, but what’s important is that you’re alright” you told him. “I’m gonna be okay, sweetheart,” he said. You continued wiping his face as a few more tears fell. “I’m sorry you went through that, Sy. I can’t imagine what all you’ve been through,” you told him softly.
He held you tightly, resting his head on your shoulder. You could still feel his heart pounding. The two of you sat like that for awhile. You were fine to sit there as long as he needed.
“Little darlin’ where’s your crutches?,” Sy asked suddenly. “I ran up outta the bed without them”, you admitted. “Hmm. Could’ve hurt yourself sweetheart,” he said. “At the time I didn’t even think, I just ran. I knew it was you on the other side of the door. I had to come,” you told him. “That’s exactly how I felt the day you fell through the step. Damn near didn’t even turn the mower off”, he replied.
Sy leaned back and looked into your eyes. There was something unspoken in them that you seemed to feel yourself. Something you understood but weren’t sure that you were ready to admit.
“Thank you,” he rasped. “For what?,” you asked. “Takin’ care of me. You didn’t have to,” he said. “Yes I did,” you replied. His gaze was so intense upon you, you couldn’t breathe. He leaned in closer. “Sy,” you whispered. “What is it darlin?,’ he said, caressing your face. “You don’t wanna do this with me. What if I hurt you? With everything I’ve been through recently, I’m- me and my heart, there’s so much damage,” you told him. “I can fix that,” he whispered before putting his lips to yours.
He kissed you slowly, then letting the kiss grow in intensity. You could hear your heart pounding inside your ears when he pulled away. “Do you trust me?,” he asked. You nodded as your hands clung to the back of his shirt. “Then let me love you darlin’. Let me love you right. Let me love you the way you deserve to be loved. In my heart I know you’d never hurt me,” he breathed.
“Alright,” you said breathlessly. “Yeah?,” he questioned. “Yeah,” you nodded before he kissed you once more.
i was wondering if you could do a august walker smut fic (enemies to lovers) where reader is an agent too and they're forced to go on a mission together. this mission takes place at a gala and they're undercover where reader wears a gorgeous low cut wine red silk dress with a slit. august can't take her eyes off of her and reader is obviously attracted to him as well even tho they hate each other. when it comes down to it august is hella dom! and rough and there's a lot of degrading but also praising. ya know.. choking, spanking, hair pulling... all that lmaoo
anyways. i look forward to reading it 👀 (if ur willing to write of course)
Alrighty @antiartemis here’s your smutty August you requested! I hope you enjoy!!
Mine
Attn: This is absolute filth so if that’s not for you look away now lol.
Word Count: 2,261
Pairing: August Walker x Agent Reader
Summary: Sexy spies fucking basically.
Warnings: 18+, so many whew lol, choking, hair pulling, spanking, praise kink, degradation kink, smidge of size kink, squirting, rough sex (p in v), possessive behavior, creampie, dom vibes August, use of sir, after care. If I missed any let me know
When your boss told the two of you you’d be not only working this case together but posing as a couple you were less than thrilled. August Walker was the biggest asshole at the agency. He was devilishly handsome with that firm body, big hands, the mustache, icy blue eyes and the problem was he knew it. He figured all women should fall at his feet, but much to his displeasure, you did not.
Although you were attracted to him you made it your personal mission not to give into his charms. It drove him mad, pissed him off, and made him hard as hell. So many times when he was around you he’d have to keep himself in check before going somewhere private to get himself off to the thought of destroying you.
It’s why he hated being around you so much. Why were you so fucking sexy but so damn difficult he’d never know. It’s why he knew this case was going to be hard, especially with the two of you having to pose as a couple. “Fuck no. I’m not doing that with her,” August spat. “You’ll do what you’re told,” the boss said before leaving.
That night you dressed for the gala in a gorgeous low cut wine red silk dress with a slit and some matching heels. You had to look the part after all. When you came out of your office and August caught sight of you his jaw clenched. “You ready to go… sweetheart?,” he said bitterly as he held out his hand to you. “Of course, darling,” you said with sickly sweetness as you took his hand. He looked so good there in his black suit but he’d never know you felt that way. Not in a million years.
At the gala you two made your rounds and it seemed as if instead of paying attention to the mission August’s eyes were set heavily on you. You made your way into the hall, trying to snoop around when he snuck up on you. “What the hell are you doing?,” you hissed. “I couldn’t find you so I came looking,” he spat. “Yeah well here I am,” you said. “You aren’t supposed to be back here what if-,” he began when you two heard someone coming. “Fuck… Just go with it,” he grumbled before he pushed you into the wall behind you and began kissing you fiercely.
He had your jaw cupped tightly in one hand while the other had snaked around your waist to keep you close. “Mmm,” you whined against him. You felt his tongue dart out and swipe against your lower lip. Before you could help yourself you opened your mouth and let him put his tongue against yours. He groaned deeply at the feeling. The people that passed by paid the two do you no mind as they walked along.
When they were gone August pulled away hesitantly but kept his body against yours. “You feel what you’re doing to me? It’s the only reason I can’t fucking deal with you. You make me so fucking mad and so goddamned hard I can’t focus. After this, I see you actually do want me though. Why have you been so bad hmm? Teasing me like that. I think you need to be punished,” he whispered into your ear. His lips ran along the shell of it making you shudder. “Come on,” he said as he grabbed you by the arm roughly.
He drug you to the upstairs where he knew there were bedrooms, having booked one for “the two of you” seeing you were supposed to be together. Now he was glad he had the foresight because he was too far gone to hold back from you any longer. He opened the door and drug you in before ridding you of your dress. He bit his lip when he saw you were braless. You kicked your shoes to the side and waited in nervous anticipation. “On your knees,” he growled. You got down on the ground as he began undoing his pants.
When he released himself you clenched around nothing. He was so big, you knew it was going to hurt but you didn’t care. He moved closer and took your face in hand. “Open that pretty little mouth of yours sweetheart. Going to fuck your throat raw for all that shit you’re always talking. Have it to where all you’ll know to say to me is yes sir,” he rasped. You opened your mouth and he slapped your tongue with the end of his cock a few times before easing in.
“Mmm yeah. Look at me while I fuck your face,” he said, tilting your chin so your eyes would meet his. He tangled his fingers into your hair and began thrusting roughly, making you gag. “Fuck that sounds good,” as he continued. Tears began forming at the corners of your eyes as he continued. “Is it too much baby girl? Hmm? Well that’s too fucking bad,” he said as he pushed further. You had drool running down your chin as he began to swell. “I’m going to come in this little mouth, and you’re swallow every last drop, you hear me?,” he said as he pulled out. “Yes sir,” you choked out. “Good girl,” he said as he pushed back in. It didn’t take long for him to start spilling at the back of your throat, grunts and groans falling from his lips.
“That felt so good. You want me to make you feel good too baby girl?,” he asked when he pulled out. “Yes. Please sir,” you begged. He laughed coldly. “I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already begging. Never figured you be such a needy little whore,” he said, amusement etching his features. Surely you should’ve been mad but all his taunting was doing was turning you on further. “Come here,” he said as he snatched you up by the hair. “I’m not done with your punishment yet sweetheart,” he said before kissing you roughly.
He pushed you back onto the bed before undressing himself then removing your panties. When he reached you he grabbed you by the throat and put you on your back across his lap. “Such a softly little body. Feels so good,” he said as he ran his free hand over your breasts. Suddenly he let go of your throat and pushed your knees to your chest, exposing your bottom. He palmed roughly at it before smacking you across one cheek then the other, making you cry out. He did it again and again before kneading the tender flesh.
He let your legs go then brought his hand back to your throat as he used the other to smack your mound. You moaned loudly at the feeling. “Yeah? You like that you dirty little girl?,” he asked before doing it again but harder this time. “I asked you a question,” he said. “Y- yes sir,” you told him. “Mmm. Such a pretty little pussy. He said as he rubbed at your outer lips. You squirmed in his lap, needing him to touch you. “What’s the matter? Want me to touch you now? Is that it?,” he said mockingly. “Please sir,” you sobbed.
He got up and repositioned you on the bed on your back. “Hold your legs for me sweetheart,” he said as he stood over you. You did as you were told before he ran his fingers down to your cunt and back to your clit, making your eyes close. “Open your eyes. Keep them on me,” he demanded. He pushed two fingers into you and smirked. “Tight little thing. I’m about to wreck you for other men I hope you know that,” he said smugly. “Do your worst sir,” you said sultrily. “I have every intention to,” he replied.
He began relentlessly pushing his fingers into your gspot, making you feel like you were going to piss all over yourself but really it was too much. You’d never squirted before so you weren’t even sure you could. You were moaning so loudly it was likely people one every floor could hear you. “Come on baby. Fucking soak me,” he said through gritted teeth. “I can’t. I can’t,” you sobbed. “You will or we’ll do this all fucking night. I’ve got the time,” he threatened. You tried your best to relax and the next thing you knew you were releasing so much liquid it was unreal.
“Hell yes. Good girl. Such a good girl for me,” he praised as he pulled out and quickly rubbed your clit side to side making you gush more. Before you had time to blink he grabbed you by the hips and shoved himself into you. “Fuck August. Hmph. Fuuuck. It’s too big!,” you whimpered. “You’ll fucking take it like the good little whore you are,” he said as he kept right on thrusting. He wasn’t even all the way in yet. He pushed in further until he was fully seated within you. It was only then he stopped.
He looked down to where the two of you were connected with a hazy look on his face. “You look so good wrapped around me. This… this is exactly where you belong. You’re mine now. No other man gets to see you like this,” he breathed. “Yours?,” you questioned. “All mine,” he said as he ran his hands over your body. “A- and are you mine?,” you questioned, feeling vulnerable. He looked into your eyes. “You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried,” he said before he started back thrusting into you again.
You were still trying your best to adjust but before long it started to feel good. You were a whining mess beneath him as he gave you all he had. “Fuck. I want to bend you over, but I need to see you face. So beautiful all the time but especially like this,” he said as he ran his fingers over your face. He trailed down and grabbed you by your throat once again before snatching you up so he could kiss you. His tongue dominated yours as he kept up his brutal pace.
“I’m going to come. Shit. Yeah, yeah,” you moaned. “Fucking do it,” he growled. You clamped down on him making him shudder. You figured him about to come as well but he was far from done. Before it was over he did flip you around on all fours. He couldn’t help himself. He reentered you before wrapping his hand around your hair and pulling your head up. He smacked you across the ass, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure over your body. He then reached down to play with your clit.
You began throwing your ass back to meet his thrust as you began to tighten up once again. “Going to come again already sweetheart? Greedy little cunt of yours,” he murmured. With his words your walls began convulsing wildly before you collapsed on the bed. August simply tilted your hips, straddled your ass, and kept hammering away. “Ooooh you feel so fucking good. This perfect little pussy of yours is going to make me blow baby. You want it? Because I’m about to give it all to you,” he groaned. “Yes sir,” you gasped as you felt his big cock filling you further.
The sensation was making you lose your mind. He was touching you everywhere and you couldn’t help when you came another time right before he did. “Hnnngh. Huuuh,” he moaned as he put his hefty load inside of you. His hips slowed before he pulled out. He spread your legs and watched his spend leaking out of you before flipping you over. He gathered it up on his fingers and dipped them into you before bringing his them to your lips.
“Mmm,” you hummed as you tasted it. “Good girl,” he said as he brought you some more. He fed you a bit more before heading to the bathroom. He brought back a warm rag and cleaned you before scooping you up and taking you to the bathroom. You saw he had the oversized jacuzzi tub filling up with water. He carefully sat you on your feet before getting in and helping you sit between his legs. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled your back flush to his chest. You laid your head against him, tiredness overwhelming you.
“You still hate me?,” you asked jokingly. “I never hated you, not really. I’m just not used to not getting my way. You put up a challenge and that drove me damn near insane,” he chuckled. “I did it on purpose. I was being a brat because I didn’t want to give in to you,” you told him. “How’d that work out for you?,” he teased. “Pretty well actually,” you said making him laugh.
“Hmmm well if you misbehave now I wont hesitate to put you in your place. I completely intend on taking you just for the fun of it sometimes too if I’m being honest. I wasn’t lying, now that I’ve had you once I’m going to keep having you. I’m not going to be able to control myself anymore,” he told you. “I’m perfectly fine with that,” you assured him as you tilted your head to the side to look at him. His cerulean gaze roamed over you before he cupped your face and kissed you softly for the first time. “Mine,” he said softly before he kissed you again.
Summary: You and your team were transferred to camp Warhorse. And even though the squad was welcoming, there was one big ass grump who wasn't happy about your arrival.
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Reader
Warnings: sexual tension, swearing, implied sex
Word count: approx 2,8k
A/N: Hi there lovelies! So I guess I just jinxed myself about a month ago when announcing that I was close finishing this one-shot. Besides that I was ill for a short period and working full-time, it's now kind off finished. I wanted to keep this a one-shot but as I was writing I realized that there were already so many words so there probably will be a part two.
English isn’t my mother tongue so apologies for typos or mistakes. Feedback is very welcome!
Three weeks has passed since we - my team and I - were transferred to camp Warhorse. They experienced some mechanical issues with their vehicles and had to deal with some injured, causing them to be short-handed. So that’s why we were flown in and were welcomed with open arms.
But unlike the welcoming squad, it was clear that somehow Captain Syverson had immediately grown a distaste towards me. And to put it mildly, it bugged the shit out of me. Nothing I did - even though I came up with a brilliant solution to the mechanical problems they were facing - was good enough for this big ass grump.
Was it because I knew what I was talking about? Because I managed to solve the problem so things were running smoothly again? Was it because I was the only female in camp and clearly not bothered to be surrounded by so much testosterone and wrapped his squad around my finger? Standing my ground and keeping them on their toes with my sharp tongue and fast retorts?
I had no idea, but what I did know was that I was starting to lose my temper. Sensing Captain Syverson’s unfairly gorgeous crystal-blue eyes shooting daggers at me when someone of his squad laughed at my jokes. Seeing how his bushy-covered jaw tensed as he clenched his jaw, almost like he had to restrain himself from speaking. It was unfair how he acted towards me, but what was even more unfair was how I was attracted to him. I kept telling myself that it was pure physical attraction, because why in heaven’s name would I be attracted to someone with that kind of attitude?
It was common knowledge that being abroad could create some sexual frustration. Maybe thats why he was being a jerk, just because his hand couldn’t comply his needs. But that didn’t just apply to men, it also did to women and so also me. Of course, I had countless dicks to jump on but that was one rule - or more like a guideline - I created for myself. Not hooking up during a mission since it would only make things complicated and probably blow up in my face - figuratively speaking.
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Drops of sweat ran down my back, making the camo green shirt cling to my skin as the sun burned furiously. Who thought it was a good idea to train outside when the sun stood at his highest? Oh yeah, that’s right. It was Mr. Asshole.
I was the last one of the squad who had to flip over the heavy tire from one side of the camp to the other. With a grunt, I toppled it over one last time and straightened my back. Captain Syverson wasn’t the first one to underestimate me and thinking I wasn’t capable of keeping up with the rest, but I proved him wrong by flipping the tire, giving it an extra push so it was just an inch from touching the nose of his boots. I heard a few approved and impressed hums from the squad who were standing in line. They were watching me and waited for the Captain to dismiss us. Trying to control my panting breath, I sent the Captain a skeptical look.
“Again, Turner.” Captain Syverson barked and I blinked. Again? Again what? I just pushed the freaking tire in front of him, exactly like the ones before me did!
Placing my hands on my side, I widened my stance, looking at the tire and then back at him.
“Ya got a question, Private?” He asked, dominance lacing his words. He folded his arms across his chest, my gaze quickly roamed over his biceps, stretching the fabric which covered his corded muscles. No, don’t get distracted by his physique, I told myself. Snapping my gaze back up I licked my lips. Even though I was already burning up because of the heath, that tone made my blood boil. Was he.. challenging me?
I think the scorching temperature had melted my brain because before I knew it I answered him.
“Yeah, I do.”
The squad turned silent and I felt how their eyes were focused on us, switching between me and the Captain. But that didn’t stop me, my hands were shaking from the exertion and frustration.
“Do you always have to be an ass?”
A soft gasp was heard and followed by Private Johnson who stood closest to me and muttered, “Turner, you can’t talk to him like that.” I looked at him and then turned back to the Captain who had his lips pressed to a thin line, clearly not amused.
“Oh I’m sorry,” I started and watched how his eyes narrowed, waiting for me to continue. I took a deep breath and cocked my head, my self restraint had sailed by long ago, just like my care about the ranks and him being a superior.
“Do you always have to be an ass, Sir?”
More gasps followed and the Captain’s nose flared. Clearly getting frustrated with my tone and attitude.
“All dismissed, except Private Turner.” He barked and took a step towards me. I kept my head held high, convincing him - and myself - that I wasn’t intimidated by his broad posture, his clear eyes and body language which screamed I am in control here. But secretly it made me tremble a bit. Having him stand so close to me that our chests almost touched.
Damn it, I probably shouldn’t have said that, I was in for some punishment for sure, but I couldn’t help myself. It’s not like we haven’t been bickering but this was quite an outburst.
“My office, now.” He bit through clenched teeth and pinned me down with his dominant stare. I licked my lips and dipped my head.
“Sir.”
Without waiting for him I turned on my heels and made my way to his office which was the opposite direction of where the squad was headed. As they passed me, some watched me with big eyes, some shook their head where someone else muttered ‘white or red roses on your grave?’ which I answered with a cynical smile.
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As I stepped over the threshold of his office, my heartbeat had increased and I realized what I had done. The hot anger now subdued. Would he kick me out? Did I go too far? Oh, I probably did because I called him a fucking ass in front of everybody. What was I even thinking? Yes, he was a dick but he was also the Captain. My own ass was on the line here and I definitely had to try to make it up before my career would end right here.
The sound of his boots hitting the floor angrily revealed that he had entered the hallway. I took a deep breath, folded my hands behind my back and turned to face him, watching how he followed my steps.
“Look, Sir, I have to apologize. I never should have called you an ass.” Out loud, I silently added. I watched how he stepped into the office and slammed the door behind him and locked it.
I opened my mouth to continue but stopped. Wait, what? He locked the door? He locked the door. Oh shit.
In two big strides he was right before me just like when we were outside and our chests almost met. I closed my mouth and swallowed the lump which had been formed in my throat. I couldn’t help but let my eyes roam over his pecs, which were right in front of me, since I was staring straight ahead. Up close they eyed even bigger and I watched how his shirt stretched over them as his chest heaved heavily. I could feel his infuriating breath on my sweaty temples.
“Private Turner, I can’t help but wonder if ya want to get a bad note in ya file or want to be kicked out, but either way ya have those stubborn toes hovering on both lines.”
The frustration and irritation were clear in his voice. As he spoke, I felt the vibrations of his chest against mine. The feeling was pleasant, almost like a soft caress over my breasts which made the tips tingle. No, stop. This was not the right time to get aroused, stay focused.
I opened my mouth to answer but before I could answer he continued. “I can’t remember givin’ ya permission to speak, now did I?”
I had lowered my eyes but quickly looked up when I realized I was eyeing the bulge in his pants. Well, up close that looked bigger as well. And promising. If he hadn’t been a pain in the ass and the Captain, I would probably make an exception to my own rules.
“Besides havin’ this attitude ya seem to be gettin’ quite cozy with another Private. This is somethin’—”
I scoffed and he paused, cocking a brow at my rude interruption. Getting quite cozy. He was joking, right?
“I was wonderin’ when ya were goin’ to tell me. Ya think I wouldn’t find out, Private? Believe me, ya not the first nor the last, but I know exactly what is happenin’ in my camp.”
Oh, clearly he wasn’t joking and this accusation made my anger boil right up. Whoever it was to spread this bullshit was gonna have a big problem, but that would be something for later. My fists were clenched and squeezed against my sides. Even though I wanted to defend myself, I was still not giving in and the Captain seemed to notice.
He dragged his teeth over his lower lip - which was hot as hell - and let out a sigh.
“Speak.” The command came out bored but that was all the consent I needed.
“I guess you don’t know your camp as well as you claim.” I bit out and felt my fists besides me start to shake from frustration.
“If you really think I would jump on one of their dicks within a couple of weeks, then you really don’t know me at all and it shows how you’re still underestimating me even though I have proved my worth a couple of times by now. If you’d had the balls you would’ve come up to me straight away when hearing this gossip but you didn’t. You can parade around camp Warhorse like Captain Big Dick Energy but this just shows how narrow-minded and judge-mental you are.”
My breathing was getting heavier with every word that I spat. With every new breath and flow of words my chest brushed against his, creating this pleasant sensation in my chest and slowly making its way to my lower stomach. But now the hot anger was overruling and I couldn’t care how close I stood to him or how I spoke.
The Captain’s brows were furrowed but this time not in anger, it looked like he was judging and thinking. “Even tho’ I do not appreciate that foul mouth of ya, ya tellin’ me the truth? Ya haven’t slept with anyone from the squad?”
The next words flew straight out of my mouth.
“No, I haven’t slept with anyone! For the record, I haven’t sucked a dick or even touched one. The only touching that happend was me on myself by myself. Sir.”
His facial expression stayed the same, he even looked a bit relieved, as he cleared his throat. Clearly not affected by my words and attempt to make him feel awkward.
“Okay thanks for sharin’, Private. I own ya an apology. And I will talk to the ones who have spread the rumors. I will—“
Oh he wasn’t getting away with this so easily. I straightened my back which resulted that my upper-body was totally pressed against his.
“And besides the gossip, I don’t know what I did to make you hate me but you’re treating me unfairly and are acting like a complete jerk!”
“Private!” He snapped and the tone of his voice made me shut my mouth. “I’m still ya Captain here and ya better watch that tongue before I—”
He closed his mouth abruptly as his nostrils flared. The thick muscles of this well trained chest pressed against mine completely. I hadn’t noticed that I had leveled my breathing with his as my heart thudded in unison.
My eyes roamed over his face. His blue eyes looked a bit shocked, his bushy-covered jaw tensed as he clenched his teeth. He seemed like he was— oh! oh.. Something started to press against my lower stomach and I didn’t need to look to know what it was.
Captain Syverson stood across me with a hard-on pressed against me and somehow my white-hot anger from earlier seemed to turn into something else. Maybe it was because the fatigue hit me and I started to get aroused quite fast now, probably both. It has been a while since I felt a dick press against me and somehow it triggered my nerves and hormones in all the right but also the wrong ways. This was the Captain for fuck sake! And he was acting like an absolute dickhead, but how his dick felt on the other hand…
“Or what?” I asked and gave him a challenging look. “Are you gonna punish me?” I pouted at him and that was the last straw.
Before I knew it he had grabbed me, took one stride forward and had me pressed up against the concrete wall behind me. His knee roughly pressed between mine which caused me to widen my stance while he grabbed my wrists and placed them on the wall above my head.
The Captain leaned in, his face so close I could feel his breath fan on my face. “Ya better watch that wicked tongue of yours, Private, before things go south.” His voice had dropped an octave and the way he held me there, or more like caged me in, had me lost for words.
Damn it, even breathing seemed difficult right now. What if things did go south? Oh how I wish he would go down on my blonde south right now. Morals and ranks be damned, I was getting riled up ridiculously fast.
I kept his piercing gaze while trying to control my breathing. I tilted my head and started to grind on his knee, which was still deliciously pressed between mine. The friction caused the pleasant sensation in my lower stomach to convert into liquid heat.
He roughly exhaled through his nose and grabbed both of my wrists in one of his own. The thick digits of his other hand had grabbed my jaw while he leaned in. A small smile started to form on my face. Even though he made my blood boiI, I very much liked the position I was in now.
He grunted when he eyed my challenging smile and opened his mouth, but before he could say a word, there was a knock on the door.
“Cap? We just received a message from our injured. They said it was quite urgent.” Private Jackson called from the other side of the door.
“I’ll be there in 2.” The Captain said but kept holding my stare and his position.
“Alright Cap!” Came Private Jackson’s answer and I heard how he left the hallway. I swallowed and licked my lips.
“Duty calls, Sir.” I purred and held his stare. I didn’t want to show that I was kind of.. disappointed? Even though I still thought that he was a jerk, I was also looking quite forward to what was about to happen. I mean I was now pretty aroused. Either way the sex would probably be rough and hard, the builded tension between us the fuel for the fire, but it would also be hot. I imagined how his calloused hands would hold my hips so firm that he for sure would leave bruises while I would drag my nails across his back and biting his neck or how his di-
“Meet me here tonight, make sure no one sees ya,” he whispered darkly and put pressure on the hold of my jaw. He let me out of his grip, walked me to the door and unlocked it. I stepped over the threshold but he stopped me by putting his hand on my bicep.
“Don’t think this is over yet, Private.”
I was silent for a second and let my eyes roam over his face and down to his toes and then back up to his clear eyes which were turned a bit darker than before.
Imagine your out drinking with your girls when somehow you end up getting drinks/ getting shots with a group of soldiers. Someone comes up with the idea that considering there are as many guys as girls, you girls should draw lots which one of the guys you'll be doing the upcoming drinking game with. In abundance of anything else, you end up drawing dog tags, yours belonging to a certain syverson... how does the night evolve? Are you going to wake up alone?
Summary: You get paired with Sy in a drinking game, your mutual attraction is immediate, so what happens by the end of the night?
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader
Word Count: approx. 7.2k
Warnings: fluff, smut, Sy being a flirt, hand job, fingering, p in v sex, spitting, spanking, slight praise kink, dirty talk, mild name calling, recreational drinking (I think that’s it.)
Authors note: Thank you @omgkatinka for the prompt. I’m sorry it’s taken so long!!! I really hope you enjoy it and I hope you’re doing well. Thank you to @amberangel112 for beta reading. Edited by me, there will be errors.
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Five of them, five of you.
Five young, single men, soldiers, stationed at the nearby military base, and five young, single women, friends since college. It didn’t take long for your groups to join.
It had made sense at the time. You were all drinking together at the bar and already spent an hour doing shots together before someone came up with the idea of playing a drinking game. Various games were mentioned, “Never Have I Ever”, “2 Lies and a Truth”, but then someone, you don’t remember who came up with the idea of, “Attached at the hip.”
The rules were simple. Each team would consist of a boy and a girl. The boys put their dog tags in one hat and a body part written on a piece of napkin in another. Each girl would pick a set of tags and then each person picks a body part. For the rest of the night, or for however long the game went on, you had to stay joined at those parts of the body. The last team left standing would win bragging rights.
The soldier who introduced himself as Sy, no first name, holds the baseball cap above your head. You can barely reach and have to stand on your toes. He smirks at you, amused as you struggle and your shirt lifts, revealing your tummy. You chew on your lip as you drop your arm, a little frustrated that he was teasing you.
“You could lower it just a bit,” you say.
“Now where’s the fun in that?” he drawls. You try again, reaching as high as possible, when you feel a soft jab in the belly. Did he? Did he poke you? You drop your gaze quick enough to see Sy pull his hand away.
Your jaw drops in shock, and you gasp, quickly pulling your shirt down. “Sorry,” he smirks in a tone that says he’s anything but. “My hand must have slipped.”
For a few seconds you don’t know what to say. Is he actually flirting with you? You found him attractive. Out of all the soldiers, he was the one who you find most appealing. Appearing a little intimidating at first with his height, burly body, close-cropped hair, and a rough stubble that looks like he hasn’t shaved in a week; but not long after your groups joined, he had caught your eye and smiled. You saw a warmth in him, the potential for a fun-loving side. Perhaps if you hadn’t been drinking so much you would have noticed sooner that he had purposefully swapped places with one of his friends so he could talk to you and he had barely said a word to your friends. Maybe the attraction isn’t one sided. Maybe he finds you attractive too.
With the bravery only three shots of Bailey’s and Butterscotch Schnapps can provide, you decide there is only one way to test the theory. You have to flirt back.
You take a half step closer, your bodies don’t quite touch but you’re very close. You raise your eyes to his, the brilliant blue nearly makes you pause, and you notice that on one side, just beneath his lid, part of his eye is deep emotive brown. Without looking away, you place a hand on his shoulder, rise onto your toes and reach for the hat again. You make a small noise in the back of your throat, a soft moan of effort, and breathlessly you say, “I can’t… You’re just so… big.”
Sy’s so close you can smell his aftershave, fresh, green, slighty smokey, mixed with a whiff of leather and a sweet hint of whisky on his breath. You see his nostrils flare, and you wonder if he can smell you too. The thought makes you widen your eyes as his seem to narrow and you hear a faint rumbling hum from him, an approving sound, as if he likes being so close to you. The scene is far more intense than you had meant it to be and for a few seconds, it’s just you and him, the world quiet and forgotten. Then someone drops a glass, the loud shatter pierces through your senses and the moment passes.
Dropping your hands and stepping back feeling a little smug, you raise your eyebrow, as if to say, ‘ok, your move, buddy’. Sy sucks his lip into his mouth, and you see a trace of dimples on his cheeks, like he’s trying not to smile. You hide your smile too but allow enough to show through for him to know that you were enjoying the game. Without a word, he lowers the hat to a position you can reach comfortably. You tilt your head, a nod of thanks, which he acknowledges by returning the gesture.
Dipping into the hat, your fingers wrap around the small, stamped metal plates and when you pull them out, they are trimmed with a green rubber ring. Before you can read them, the tags are snatched out of your hands.
“Hey!” you cry turning to Sy and pouting. “I didn’t see who I’m with.” He grins at you, shoving the tags into his pocket.
“They’re mine,” Sy says. “I can tell by the ring on ‘em.”
“But…” you protest.
“Hang on.” Sy walks around you and gives the hat to the next guy. They have a quick, whispered conversation and as Sy comes back, he puts the tags round his neck, swiftly tucking them into his shirt.
“Why can’t I see the tag?”
“You ain’t findin’ out my name that easy.”
“You’re no fun,” you say petulantly, folding your arms across your chest and pretending to be upset. The image is ruined by the huge smile you just can’t hide.
“I’m a lotta fun, Darlin’,” Sy says. He winks at you, and you giggle. It was more of an uncoordinated blink than a wink, and somehow his clumsy attempt was even sexier. “Play your cards right and I reckon you just might find out how fun I can be.”
The way Sy says it, the way he stands that little bit too close, the way he looks at you, makes his comment feel like more than simple flirtation. It is more like an invitation and your stomach flips. You feel shy and turn away, relieved to see the others are choosing their partners, giving you an excuse not to look at him. You hear him chuckle and you suppose you deserve it, you played with fire, upped the ante quickly and when he called you on it, you folded.
Once everyone had paired up, you dip into the hat again to find out which body parts you would be attached by. You and Sy go at the same time, each pulling out one of the flimsy pieces of napkin. Heat rises through your body, far beyond the alcohol induced warmth you expect to feel, as you look at the scribbled three letters that spell your death by humiliation.
“I got thigh,” Sy announces to the group.
“She got ASS!” One of your friends reads over your shoulder. The group erupts into hysterics, laughing, clapping, and teasing. You picked one of the worst ones. As a group you had decided that genitals were off limits, but ass and chest were ok. You can’t look at Sy, the whole game is suddenly too real, and you pray for the ground to rip open and swallow you whole.
Sy’s hand rests against yours and he leans close to you, making a show of checking the napkin for himself. But you feel his thumb caress your palm, a soothing, comforting touch. You look at him, his face peering over your shoulder and when he feels your eyes on him, he gives you a smirk. “It could be worse, Darlin’,” he says. “I coulda picked head.”
The image that comes to your mind makes your cheeks burn, but you do laugh and Sy joins in. “Yeah, that would be a little uncomfortable,” you agree. The others start to pick theirs, so Sy rights himself, but doesn’t release your hand. Instead, he covers it with both of his and doesn’t let go until it is time to start the game.
It turns out, your position easy to get into, all you have to do is stand in front of Sy and he positions his thigh against your ass. In that respect you were lucky, one duo got foot and elbow, they end up having to sit in chair to make the position work.
However, the position you are in is an intimate one. To keep your bodies connected easily, Sy puts his arm around your waist, flattens his hand against your belly and holds you to him. The heat of his body radiates into yours, and you sense the strength of his build as he presses against you. You feel his warm breath caressing your neck and when he talks to you, he murmurs into your ear, tucking your hair out of his way, his voice low, smooth, and seductive.
“This ain’t so bad, is it?” Sy asks, tightening his hold a moment to get your attention, as if he were tapping your shoulder.
You swallow hard, it isn’t bad at all. It feels good, feels comforting, feels as if you had known each other for years. You turn your head to face him, a timid smile on your face. “It’s not bad.”
Sy’s look is intense as he studies your face. You try to look away, distract yourself, stop yourself focusing on how soft his lips look, or how rugged his body is, or how snug you seem to fit into his arms. Before you can, his hand is at your neck, and his finger traces your jaw. “You’ve gone all shy on me,” he says. He narrows his eyes and asks, “Do I have to poke you again?”
Despite your nervousness or perhaps because of it, you laugh and shake your head. “Maybe I just need another drink.”
“Then let’s getcha one.” Sy’s finger lifts your chin higher, like he wants to kiss you. His tongue darts out licking his bottom lip quickly before pulling it into his mouth. It feels like he looks at you for ages, but it couldn’t have been long. You see the moment a new thought comes into his mind; his eyes seem to brighten and he smirks. “You sure you don’t want a poke?”
“I’m sure.”
“Alright then, you lead the way and I’ll follow from behind.”
You start walking and it’s a little weird. With every step Sy takes he presses his thigh between your legs making the rhythm of your walk unnatural, choppy, and unsteady. You feel ridiculous and are sure you look it too.
“You keep bashing your leg into me,” you complain, cackling as you almost fall over, saved only because Sy was already holding onto you.
“Sorry. I’m tryin’ not to ride your ass, but it’s just so hard,” Sy rumbles in your ear and squeezing you around the waist, he lifts your feet off the ground for an instant and he carries you the remaining distance to the bar.
You squeal and giggle, surprised by his display and more than a little turned on. Your laughter must be making you feel more relaxed because you say, “Is that the only hard thing you’re dealing with back there?”
“God damn woman, you’re givin’ me whiplash,” Sy growls, his voice rough but his tone playful and he’s grinning as he pulls you closer. “Don’t stop though. I like it.”
Obviously, the foot and elbow team bow out first. They decide to spend the rest of the game making sure the groups don’t cheat. Over the couple of hours or so, another two teams fail, leaving only you and Sy, and another duo, the guy having to keep his hand on your friend’s head.
You and Sy start to become competitive and emboldened by alcohol, you start trying to make plans to beat them. You move to the edge of the dance floor, away from the rest of the group, to keep your conspiring secret.
“Is he ticklish?” you ask Sy.
He screws up his face in confusion. “How the hell should I know?”
“I have no idea what you guys get up to in those barracks.” You shrug and try not to laugh at the look on his face.
“Is that what you girls got up to in college?”
Shaking your head, you say with as much seriousness as you can muster, “No. I mean, sometimes we had pillow fights in our underwear…”
Sy laughs. “Sure, you did. Anyway, I don’t live on base. Haven’t for years.”
“Do you live by yourself?” you ask. You don’t mean anything by it, you just flowed with the conversation, but Sy attaches a deeper meaning to it.
“As a matter of fact, I do.” Although Sy had been hugging you since the game began, he had kept his hands mostly on your stomach or arm, but now you feel them move. He grips your hip firmly in his hand and exerting slight pressure, he slides it up your waist, wrapping his fingers around you, his thumb digging into your back. His touch is firm, not quite rough, and the pressure on your muscles feels so good, you can’t supress a small moan of pleasure as your eyes close. “All alone.”
“Must be lonely,” you say, resting your head on Sy’s shoulder. Sy brings his hand down your side again, this time you wriggle and suck in a breath through your teeth as his thumb hits a sore spot on your lower back. Sy goes back to the area, and you hiss again. He slips his hand under your shirt and starts working your muscles with his knuckles.
“Does that hurt?” Sy rasps.
“Yeah, but it feels good,” you hum, and squirm against him.
“Fuck it,” Sy groans and it’s like a switch is flipped and his whole demeanour changes. The hand on your belly tightens, and ruts against you, as if he craves the friction. He seems so strong, so big and his body seems so hard. He nestles his face into your neck, his bristly stubbles scratches at your skin, and his breaths are heavy grunts into your ear. His movements are slow, subtle, unlikely to receive attention. You sway your hips, imitating his movements, easy, long, but firm, and you hear him growl as your ass brushes past his cock. It’s as if you’re dancing, a sleepy, sensuous waltz. Your body responds, heat blooms from the apex of your thighs and you feel your arousal begin to well.
“Sy,” you mumble.
“Yeah baby?” His voice is steady, and you would think he was unaffected except for the husky tone.
“How bad do you want to win the game?”
With a noise you can only describe as a snarl, and forgoing his previous subtlety, Sy spins you around. Holding you by the nape in one hand, your ass in the other he brings you close with a rough tug. “Not as bad as I wanna do this.”
Sy kisses you, and his mouth overwhelms you as his lips moving firmly against yours. You begin to feel with your hands the body that held you all night. Clutching his thick ropy arms, thick with hardened muscles, you caress him up to his neck and take hold of his shirt. Grasping it in your fists, you keep him close, you don’t want him to stop. You know you aren’t sober, but his kiss makes you feel high, like all your senses are heightened, and you’re floating away.
Your hands slide over Sy’s neck, feeling his sun toughened skin, and slipping under his shirt, you stroke his back, your nails dragging over his flesh. He must like that, you think because you feel his chest rumble and his tongue invades your mouth, dominating the kiss, exploring your mouth as if it were his. Your fingers feel a small chain, and you remember his dog tags, a hazy part of your brain says you should look at them.
Opening your mouth wider, you meet Sy’s tongue with yours and tease it with a gentle suck. Thoroughly distracting him, you slip the chain from beneath his shirt. You break the kiss, claiming breathlessness, which wasn’t exactly a lie. You are both panting, and you lay your head against his chest, his puffing lungs lull you as you look at his tags.
The first thing you notice is the black rubber ring around the tag. You try and think back, and you could have sworn the tags you drew from the hat had a green one. You are drunk, maybe you are confused, or maybe it was a trick of the light. Feeling Sy’s mouth on your neck, you know you don’t have much time, so blinking hard and squinting, you read his full name and rank.
Sy’s lips are fervent on your neck, he doesn’t hold back, he bites and sucks as well as soothes. You find him hard to resist, he knows what he’s doing, knows how to kiss, and you don’t doubt he knows how to fuck. His voice is no longer steady as he takes your earlobe between his teeth and rasps, “You smell so fucking good,” punctuating the curse with a hard thrust and a snarl. You almost forget the tags in your hand, maybe you’ll confront him later, but you are curious to see his reaction.
You give the tags a gentle jerk, and you feel him stiffen, “Well, hello Captain Syverson…” You look up at him grinning, “Captain Noah H. Syverson.”
He recovers quickly, grinning back at you. “Well played, Darlin’,” he says, nodding in acknowledgement of your cunning. “Can I have those back now?”
“It’s funny,” you say ignoring his request. “I could have sworn I drew a set with green around them.” You look him in the eyes, feeling pleased with yourself as you notice he looks a little sheepish. “I wasn’t supposed to be paired with you, was I?”
Sy shrugs. He takes back the tags, and he tucks them back into his shirt. “There was no way I was lettin’ any of the other guys put their hands on you.” He cups your neck and rubs his thumb over your stretched throat. “You were mine the moment you walked in the bar.”
You raise your eyebrows. “What were you going to do if I wasn’t interested? Throw me over your shoulder and run off with me like a caveman?”
“If I had to,” Sy smirks. You lower your eyes, you know he’s joking, but still, his cockiness boarders on arrogance and his possessiveness makes you hotter than it should have. He uses his thumb to lift your chin, wanting you to look at him again. He stares at you, and it’s like he can read every thought that runs through your head. Then, as if to confirm how easy he sees you, he says, “I still might. I get the feelin’ you’d like it.”
You swallow hard, your mouth feels dry. That moment of the night has come, it’s getting late, people will start going home soon. It was time to decide where this was going. Was this just a fun night at the bar, exchange numbers, maybe meet again, maybe not? Or were you going to go home with him? You were under no illusions, going home with Sy would mean sex, not because he’d force you, but because you wouldn’t be able to resist him.
Looking past Sy, you glance at your friends. They’re all watching you, it appears they had abandoned the game too, and their attention is focussed on you and Sy. They are giving you sly thumbs ups, hiding their gestures from the guys. You feel Sy turn, and he sees where you’re looking. Your friends immediately pretend to be talking to each other, but they’re too late, he saw, and you hear him chuckle.
“Do you wanna go back with your friends?” Sy asks. There’s a seriousness to his tone and you can tell by the way he asks and the look in his eyes that he’s giving you an out here, a way to stop what’s happening between you two while still preserving his pride.
“No,” you say, shaking your head.
Sy gives you a wolfish grin and licks his lips. You feel your face getting hot, there is something obscene about the look he gives you and you feel it deep within your core as you involuntarily clench in anticipation. He cradles the back of your head, his fingers slipping into your hair. “Do you wanna come home with me?”
This time you can’t say the words, they stick in your throat, so you nod and hum your agreement. Sy’s grin gets bigger, and he makes a noise in the back of his throat, a deep wordless groan. He breaths in deeply and for the first time since the game began, he lets you go. You instantly feel the loss, it had felt so incredible in his arms. “Go getcha bag and say good night to your friends. Then we’ll catch a cab.”
Words come easier now, so you say cheekily, “What? You’re not going to throw me over your shoulder and run away with me?”
With a speed you did not expect, Sy grabs you around the waist and lifts you, just enough to get you off the ground. You let out a little yip, then giggle stupidly as you slide down his body until your feet touch the ground. “Don’t tempt me, Darlin’.” He gives your ass a little tap and tilts his head towards your friends. “You’ve got thirty seconds, or I do it for real.” For a moment you don’t move then he says, “Twenty-eight… Twenty-seven…”
You run.
You expect a tiny bachelor apartment, so you are surprised when the cab pulls up to a house. It is small, it can’t be more than three bedrooms, but it appears well looked after and tidy.
Feeling your heartbeat in your throat you follow Sy up the path. He stops and looks at you with a puzzled expression, crossing his arms across his chest. “Somethin’ ain’t right.”
“What?” you ask. Already nervous, his change in attitude makes you worry you had judged him all wrong. Suddenly, being on the wrong side of tipsy and alone with a man you just met, feels like a piss poor decision. Once again, he’s faster than you can track and you find your back pressed against his chest, his arm around your waist in a perfect recreation of the way he held you most of the evening.
Sy hums and nuzzles into your neck, his rough whiskers tickling, and you giggle. “Much better,” he croons into your ear. He lifts your feet off the ground and climbs the three small stairs to his porch and though he puts you down, he holds you while he opens the door and takes you inside.
The inside reflects the outside, neat, but simple with basic contemporary furnishings that aren’t old, but aren’t brand new either. You focus on his coffee table, trying to get hold of your nerves as Sy lays gentle kisses your neck.
“Did I tell you how good you smell?” Sy’s hand goes to your throat, tilting your head as his kisses get firmer, teeth gently scraping your skin as he goes. You make a non-committal noise. Although it feels good, your nerves have gotten the best of you. Sy stops, turns your head to his, and like before, he runs his finger along your jaw.
“You’ve gone all shy on me again,” he says. Sy smiles, you can see he is trying to appear patient, trying to hide his desire, but he focuses on your lips. He moves his fingers over them, tracing their outline and you part them.
There is something erotic about it, provocative and it seems to be the aphrodisiac you need because your starts to blood surge through you veins. As his finger brushes your lip, your tongue flicks out. Sy chuffs, and his mouth quivers as if he is going to smile, but then he grows serious.
“Open your mouth,” he urges, his voice was throaty and low. You comply, you don’t even consider saying no, your arousal was palpable, you want him. Sy’s finger passes your lips, and you close them as you wrap your tongue around him. The effect on him is immediate, his arm squeezes you close as he grinds against you and buries his head into your neck. “Fuck, that’s good, baby,” he growls.
Sy raises your shirt above your breasts, pausing only a moment before he slips his hand into your bra. He becomes rough, forceful, and removing his finger from your mouth his hands roam your body. You hold onto his arm as he palms you, feeling the dense muscle beneath his sparsely haired skin. You try and turn around, but he holds you in position and stops moving.
“Do you want me to stop?” Sy asks hoarsely.
“I want to touch you.”
Sy turns you around and you meet his eyes. They’re dark with hunger, and you are sure yours would reflect the same. “Do you wanna go to my room?”
“Yeah,” you say. Your voice sounds surprisingly strong considering how feverish you feel.
“Fuck, I want you so bad.” Sy says, before kissing you again. Fuck, he is intense, his kiss is impatient and intoxicating. You are so consumed by it, you barely notice his hands cupping your ass, lifting your feet off the ground and taking you to his room.
Sy takes his boots off, and you give yourself a chance to look around. The space is surprisingly bright, mostly whites and greys with black furniture. It’s neat, the only things out of place are a few stacked books on his bedside and an open beer can next to them.
You feel his hands on your hips and he turns you before lowering his mouth to yours again. You slide your hands under his shirt, and he breaks the kiss, tugging at your shirt, trying to take it off.
“You first,” you say, shaking your head.
“Getting a little bossy ain’tcha, Darlin’?” Sy smirks. You grin back at him as he reaches behind his head, removes his shirt, and drops it to the floor. When he grabs at your top, you let him take it off. His lips crash into yours again, his hands roam your back and a shiver ripples up your spine, sending your skin tightening into goosebumps. “You cold baby?” he asks, while his fingers deftly unclasp your bra and slip it off your shoulders. His eyes are on your breasts as he holds them, teasing a little at your tightening nipples.
“A little,” you murmur. And you are, but inside you burn, his hands feel so good, his palms work-hardened and calloused excite you. They feel so male, so brutish, you want to feel the rough textures of his body and be at the mercy of his harsh dominating touch.
“Don’t worry, I’ll warm ya up in a minute,” he says as he kisses you again, and starts to undo your pants.
You pull at his belt, releasing the buckle and you hear him groan. His kiss becomes demanding, his tongue filling your mouth while his hands are frenzied, tearing at your jeans. He pulls them down your thighs, and his hands go straight to your ass, squeezing at your flesh.
“Your skin is so soft,” Sy growls as he burrows into your neck. His unshaven chin scrapes your skin, his mouth is heated, his tongue massaging while he sucks hard, as if he’s determined to bruise you, to leave you with a lingering ache so you remember him.
You struggle with his jeans, unable to get a purchase on the buttons as he holds your bodies so close. While he mauls at your neck, you lay your hands on his chest, fingers curling briefly over his dog tags before sinking them into the soft hair that covers his pecs. You notice his chest puffing as you trace the lines of his muscles, vaguely defined on his abdomen. He is obviously brawny, very little fat, just enough for you to feel a soft layer of flesh above the solid mass below. As your hands move lower, he lifts his head, and you see him clench his jaw. You take the opportunity to undo his pants, and he gives you room to work, watching as you lower his jeans and underwear. You make a squeak in your throat as you see his cock. He’s as big as a freaking porn star, thick, diamond hard, and pulsing with need.
You reach out to touch him, but Sy grabs your hand, and you think he is going to stop you. Instead, he brings your hand up to his mouth, grins a filthy grin, and spits on your hand. You gasp in shock, then let out a small moan as you feel your body start to throb. No one had ever done that to you before, it was lewd, indecent, but fuck you liked it. He must have read every thought as it flashed across your face because Sy chuckles as he steps out of his pants and kicks them away. He guides your hand to his cock, spreading the makeshift lubricant all over as he shudders with pleasure. He doesn’t let go of your hand as he wraps your fingers around his shaft. He directs your movements, dictates the pace, even squeezing your hand to increase the pressure.
Sy lifts your chin, eyes blazing as he looks into yours. “Fuck, baby, just like that. Keep goin’,” he orders. He lets go of your hand and slips his between your legs, brushing over your slick and swollen flesh. “You like touchin’ my cock, huh?” he growls.
“Yes,” you whimper.
“Yeah, you do. You’re so fucking wet, baby.” Sy’s fingers press between your folds and glide along your slit. You bite back a moan, trying not to lose focus. His hand moves from under your chin and wraps around your throat. His lip raises into a snarl, and through gritted teeth he says, “So wet, so soft and so fucking warm. Such a good little cunt.”
“Fuck. Sy,” you cry. His words hit you hard, you roll your hips and lose the rhythm you were building as you jerked him off.
“Want my finger in you, baby?” No one has ever spoken to you like that before. You would have sworn that you wouldn’t like it, but you do, and you want more. He knows it too, smirking as he teases.
“Yes, please,” you beg.
“Look at you, usin’ your manners like a good girl,” Sy mocks, playfully. He kisses you again, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth as he delves his long finger into your core. “Shit, you’re grippin’ me hard.” His hand around your neck tightens, he presses his forehead into yours and starts to thrust into your hand. “God damn, you’re gonna feel good on my cock.” For a moment his whole-body contracts, and he pushes another finger into you.
You start to feel weak at the knees, your thighs tremble and you feel your core tense. You can’t think straight, your mind is overcome with sensations, completely flooded and wrecked. The feeling of his hard cock in your hand, his fingers sliding in and out of your core, your throat held with just the right amount of pressure, his grunting, ragged breathing, and the earthy masculine smell of him… It’s all too much as you approach your peak; you feel like you’re going to implode. You lean into him, your free hand grabbing at his shoulder, nails digging into his solid flesh.
“Sy,” you whine. “I… I can’t…”
“Yeah, you can,” Sy encourages. He lets go of your throat and puts both your arms around his neck. “Hold onto me tight, baby. I’ve got you.”
You do as he says and wrapping his arm around you, he brings you closer. Sy kisses you, his lips, are still firm and controlling but also tender. There’s an intimacy in the moment you don’t expect. His eyes, while blazing and ardent, are somehow warm and reassuring. Keeping his face close to you, he presses his thumb against your clit, and you mumble his name.
“I know,” Sy says, his voice softer now barely above a whisper. “You’re so close. I can feel you shakin’ like a leaf. C’mon, baby, come for me. I wanna see your pretty face when ya let go.”
Curling his fingers inside you, they dance, pressing into your spot as he rolls your clit under his thumb. You feel yourself approach your release. It’s slow, steady, building deep within you, coiling tighter and tighter. Your breaths are little pants, and you start to let out short sharp cries. With an incoherent yell, you squeeze your eyes shut as you fall off the edge and your orgasm rolls over you, warming you everywhere, rippling through your whole being.
Your bones feel like jelly as your climax fades and your mind begins to clear. Sy’s voice brings you back, his cooing whispers are unexpected, as are the undemanding kisses he presses on your cheeks and forehead. You feel yourself being lifted and you have enough strength to tighten your grip around his neck.
Sy takes you to his bed, he leans his back against his pillows and bedhead. You lay over him, legs straddling him, pressing against the outside of his thighs, and your head rests on his chest, his hair itches your nose.
“You still with me, Darlin’?” Sy asks. You lift your head and lean on your chin. He smiles, he looks a little smug. “Hi,” he says.
You laugh, you can’t help it, you feel so relaxed and surprisingly comfortable considering you hardly knew the man you were just so intimate with. “Hi, yourself.”
Sy hums and drags you up higher, so your face is above his. “You havin’ fun, Baby?” he asks. His question leaves you stunned a moment.
“I don’t think anyone’s ever asked me that during sex before.”
Sy raises an eyebrow, then shrugs. “Maybe you’ve been fuckin’ the wrong guys.” You smile at his cockiness; he somehow manages to make his arrogance seem charming. He smiles back and as if he can’t stop himself, he raises his hand to your cheek and guides you to his lips. He hums again and says, “So, are you havin’ fun?”
“Yeah, I am.”
“You wanna have some more fun?”
Biting your lip, you nod. You aren’t ready for the night to be over. The thought made gave you a sinking feeling in your gut. What would happen after tonight? Would you ever see him again? You keep the smile plastered to your face and try to push aside the rising fear. Sy is right this should be fun.
“Atta girl,” Sy rumbles. He brings you to his mouth for another kiss, harder this time as his hands wander, grabbing and squeezing. Abruptly he stops and lifts you, putting you down so you’re sitting on his thighs.
“What’s wrong?” You begin to climb off him, but he quickly reaches for you.
“Stay there,” he says, and you feel the command in his voice. He reaches into his bedside draw and pulls out a condom and holds it up for you. You look down and see him, still hard and pressing against his belly. You hear Sy open the packet and watch as he holds himself and rolls the latex down his length.
When Sy’s finished you look up at him. He’s looking at you, his lip in his mouth, eyes lusty and blistering as they take you in. He slides his hand over his cock, pulling languidly, thumb gliding over the head. You’re becoming aroused again, a low throb beats in your centre and you feel achingly empty.
“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous,” Sy says. Grabbing your hips, he moves you until your slit covers his cock and he begins guiding your movements, sliding your wet cunt over him. You see him watching as the head of his cock briefly appears before disappearing between your swollen lips and his breath starts to grow shallow. You move your hips slightly, correcting the angle and you moan as your clit slides over him. “I wanna see you ride me, baby.”
“Say please,” you smirk.
Sy’s thumbs dig into your hips, and he growls at you, but he’s smiling too. “Cheeky bitch,” he grumbles. Giggling you lean forward, your weight supported by your knees while Sy holds his cock in position. “Go slow, baby.”
Nodding, you lower yourself gradually onto him. He’s so thick you can’t take him all at once and have to rise up several times, before lowering again. You moan as you feel yourself stretch, the slight pain nothing compared to the incredible feeling of being so full.
Sy groans each time you take more of him and when you finally take all of him, his hands hold your hips down as he lifts his. “Fuck,” he mutters under his breath. You want to move but he keeps you still. “Just stay there for me, Baby. You feel so fuckin’ good.”
You mewl, wanting more. “Sy…” you beg. You move your hips slightly, desperate for friction and you feel his hands soften.
“Ok. Go slow Darlin’, we don't gotta rush.”
You move, easy, languidly, rolling your hips, he feels so good inside you, it’s not long until you begin to feel that familiar tightening in your core. Sy sits up and holding you by the nape, he kisses you. His mouth is hot, controlling, and forceful and he licks, sucks, and bites at your lips and tongue. His aggression makes you want to go faster, but as soon as you do, he holds your hips again, slowing your pace down. “Not yet, Baby. I wanna feel ya some more.”
You tried to keep steady, but you can’t. Your core flutters, crying out for more, but his mouth is doing you in. When he kisses you, you can’t think, your instincts take over and the primitive part of your brain spurs you on.
You hear a loud crack and your ass stings. Shocked you stop and your hands fly to your ass, covering it. You glare at Sy whose arms are open and raised, with a comedically wide-eyed look of innocence on his face. “Did you just...” you lower your voice, “spank me?”
Sy presses his lips together, trying to smother his mirth. He shakes his head and as he goes to speak, he starts to laugh. Trying to hide your own grin you grab his wrists and push them against the headboard.
“Stay there,” you say, trying to use your best authoritative voice, but you can still hear the amusement in your tone. You begin to rock, slipping into a rhythm that has you panting, and you can feel yourself start to get close to the edge again.
Sy’s eyes sparkle with mischief. “You think that's going to stop me spankin’ your ass? Aww Baby, that's cute.” He reverses your hold, suddenly he’s holding your wrists and putting your arms behind your back, he traps them in one hand. He is so powerful, so raw, so bullish and it makes you so fucking hot.
“Oh fuck,” you whine. You don’t stop grinding, you can’t. You know how you must look, desperately riding him, you are so aroused you almost don’t care. But Sy’s eyes are hungry as he looks at you, and you realise he’s as turned on as you are.
“Fuck.” Sy’s face is pulled into that same animalistic snarl he had earlier as he starts to rub your clit with his thumb. “You like it rough, huh?”
“Fuck,” you cry. “Fuck yes.”
“You look so fuckin’ hot riding my cock, Baby. Look at you go.” He lets your hands go and grabs you by the throat. “Faster, Baby,” he urges. “I wanna feel you cum on my cock.” Then he kisses you, mouth pressed hard to yours, and you struggle to breathe, but you don’t want to pull away.
Your peak hits you fast, and you cry out into Sy’s mouth as your whole body begins to contract and shudder. “Jesus Christ. You’re squeezin’ me hard. That's so good, Baby.” You fall onto his chest as your orgasm ebbs away. Boneless, exhausted, and satisfied you can do nothing but try and catch your breath.
Sy isn’t finished though, and you hold onto his neck as he growls and rolls you both over until you are on your back. He pushes your legs apart and buries his face into your cunt, giving you a deep lick. You squeal, you’re too sensitive and try to bring your legs together.
“Fuck Darlin’. You taste so fuckin’ sweet.” Sy climbs on top of you holding his weight on his elbows, and you cry out as he fills you again. His dog tags swing in front of you and he grabs them, roughly throwing them over his back. “Next time, I’m gonna eat your pussy.”
You clutch and paw at his shoulders, your nails digging in as you try and hold on. He is brutal as he chases his high with fast, furious, and savage thrusts. It doesn’t take long before his whole-body tenses and he holds himself deep within you as he starts to cum with a deep guttural groan. You feel him pulse he releases, pulling out slightly and driving himself in until he is spent.
He lays next to you, on the bed, sucking in deep breaths. You hear a raspy sigh of contentment from him as he rolls to his side and lays an arm and leg over you. You turn your head to look at him, he’s already staring at you, his blue eyes, warm and bright. He smiles and gives you a quick kiss.
“Stay the night?” he asks. You don’t answer straight away, you want to, but you don’t know if he’s just being polite.
“Do you want me to?”
Sy lays his hand on your cheek and brings his face closer to yours. “I wouldn’t ask ya if I didn’t want you to.”
“Alright.”
His smile gets wider, he doesn’t even try to hide that he’s glad you agreed. You stay there a little longer, just looking at each other. You spot his dog tags, and you hold them, reading them again. This time he lets you, and kissing your forehead he asks, “Why don’t you call me Noah from now on?”
Would you consider doing a request where reader (British) was over in Sy hometown to meet a guy she had met online only to realise she had been catfish by a grampa. She finds a bar to drink dry and bumps into a handsome solider, who she ends up spending the night with?
Summary: You were catfished and decide to drown your sorrows in alcohol when you meet a soldier
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader
Word Count: approx. 3.7k (back with a bang)
Warnings: Smut, p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), praise kink
Authors Note: I’ve been a bit quiet lately, I apologise. Where I’m at is back on full lockdown so I have had a lot of other commitments and it’s been stressful. I’ve needed a lot of help on this one so thanks to @amberangel112 @blakerogue @henryobsessed and @littlefreya for reading and suggestions. You have all been amazing this week and I appreciate you all. Edited by me, there will be errors. I wrote part of this intoxicated so for that I apologise.
Thank you also to anon for your suggestion, it was a really good one. I couldn’t make the British aspect of it work so I apologise. I hope you enjoy the fic anyway.
Masterlist
Catfishing
You were on your third drink when someone sat on the bar stool next to you. You barely noticed and didn’t bother to look at him. It was obviously a him. You could smell him, the herbaceous aroma of his aftershave mixed with leather, his whiskey and a faint whiff of fuel. He smelled good and you were able to take comfort in that. It was about as close to a man you wanted to get to tonight.
It had been a shitty night. You came all the way out to this small town for a date with a guy you’d met online, only to discover you had been lied to by a man about 20 years older than he said he was. You should have asked for more photos. You were as mad at yourself as you were at him, you knew better than that.
You had left the date as soon as dinner was over, and instead of going back to your hotel room, you found this dingy bar and started drinking. It was busy, but quiet, soft rock and country played on a jukebox from the back of the bar. It seemed like the kind of place people came to drink their sorrows away and that’s what you needed. A quiet session, drinking to drown out the pain of yet another disappointing date.
Too quickly your vodka was finished, you looked up to order another and in the mirror behind the bar you caught the eye of the man next to you. You sighed, damn he was gorgeous. Why couldn’t he have been your date? Not only did he smell good, but he also looked good. Ruggedly handsome, he had short hair and a beard that looked like a proud display of masculinity rather than a fashion choice. He looked like the kind of man who knew how to treat a woman like a woman. Hold doors open for you, pay for dinner, but take you home and fuck you until you begged him to stop.
He gave you a smile and you forced a brief grin back before signalling the bartender for another drink. He came quickly and refilled your drink, which you started drinking straight away. Despite how attractive the man next to you was, you’d had enough of men and their games for one evening.
“Whoever he is, he ain’t worth it,” he said. And there it is, you think. He was doing so well leaving you alone.
“And I suppose you are?'' you replied a little haughtily.
He surprised you by laughing and saying, “Nah, I ain’t either. It’s only that you’ve been nursing that drink lookin’ all sad, then you smiled and it's like you're a whole different woman.”
“No one’s happy all the time.”
“No, that’s true,” he conceded and turned in his stool, until he was facing you. “But makin’ you sad enough to drink alone in a bar, that’s more than the usual ups and downs.”
“True,” you said. You stared into your drink, watching the ice cubes melting, waiting for the straight vodka to mix with the water before you drank anymore.
“Well, that’s all I wanted to say,” he said. Finally, you looked at him as he stood up, downing the last of his drink. He was huge, you felt crowded as he stood between the bar stools pulling on his jacket. He gave you another smile, his teeth shining bright behind lips that looked surprisingly soft. You smiled back and it didn’t seem possible, but his grin grew wider. “There you go, Darlin’. That smile looks good on you.” You felt heat rush to your face, but you didn’t look away.
The more you looked at him, the more you didn’t want him to leave. You never met men like him in the city, big men who looked like their physique came from hard work and not just from the gym, his tan looked natural too, like he spent a lot of time outdoors. Then there were his eyes, you could get lost in those, they seemed both hard and playful, an interesting mix you rarely saw.
The man paused a moment, looking you in the eyes then took his jacket off and sat back down. You were confused. “Why’d you put your jacket on then off again?”
Using his motorcycle boot, he pulled your stool closer, and turned it until you looked at him. You jumped as he leaned close. “I was gonna go home, but I have the feelin’ you didn’t want me to.” Your eyebrows raised in surprise at his confidence, and you struggled not to bite your lip. When was the last time you were with a man who displayed such self-assuredness? “Am I wrong?”
You licked your lips, your voice soft as you admitted, “You’re not wrong.”
Grunting in triumph he said, “My name’s Sy.”
“Sy?” you asked, trying to think of a name that Sy would be short for.
“Yeah, my last name is Syverson, but everyone calls me Sy.”
You told him your name, and he stuck his hand out for you to shake it. His hand was big, warm, palms calloused slightly, his grip was gentle, but firm. He didn’t let your hand go, instead enclosed it with his other one as he leaned forward and placed his elbows on his knees. Your fingers stuck out between his huge paws and for a while his attention was directed to them, as if committing the image to memory. Your breath caught as he brought his lips to your trapped fingers, his eyes catching yours as you felt the soft caress of his warm breath before his soft flesh met yours. His beard prickled as you felt the heat of his mouth and it took everything you had not to moan.
The smirk on his face was something else. It was like he could read every thought on your face, every dirty image that raced through your mind. Hell, maybe he could, you weren’t exactly sober, well on your way to being sloshed.
Still keeping your hand in his, he started to trace a pattern on your palm and over your fingers, goosebumps broke out on the tops of your arms. He confused you, one moment he’s pulling your stool around, acting like a bloody caveman, the next he touched you with the delicacy of butterfly.
“Did you break up?” Sy asked.
“We never got together in the first place.”
Sy nodded, his smirk was almost a dare as he said, “You gonna finish that drink or should we go to my place now?”
That escalated quickly. Sure, you were expecting at some point he would try and get into your pants, but not this quickly. You should say no. Not because of some desire to keep your virtue intact, because that ship had sailed. No, you should say no because you were in a strange town, in a strange bar and despite how open and alluring he was, with a strange man. But he was only following your lead. As subtle as you were, he picked up the signals you were putting out there. None of his advances were unwanted, it seemed as if he would have left if you hadn’t shown interest.
You took a sip of your drink as Sy waited patiently for your answer. His gaze never left your eyes, but you felt as if he was already stripping you naked. There was an honesty in his look and even though it was full of lust, it didn’t feel creepy. “I’m sure my hotel is closer,” you said, boldly but without shame.
“Well let’s go then.”
It was a short walk to the hotel, motor inn really. Although you felt the weight of anticipation in the air, it wasn't an awkward walk. It seemed you both knew what this was. Two strangers blowing off steam, probably to never see each other again. The thought made you a little uncomfortable, you haven’t had a one-night stand in years, but Sy wasn't the type of guy who you came across very often and part of you would regret it if you didn't find out if he could back up his swagger.
You let out an involuntary giggle as you walked up to your door, fishing the key out of your bag. You were getting nervous now, unsure of what to expect, would he be a soft lover, one to take his time, or a fast rough lover, the kind of guy who would be walking out the door in under 30 minutes? Sy’s arms wrapped around your waist from behind, “What’s so funny, Darlin’?” he asked.
Closing your eyes, you shrugged and took a deep breath as the key slid into the lock. You wanted to melt into his arms already, everything about his embrace was electric, from the confident way he touched you, to the warmth you felt as his chest pressed into your back.
Swallowing back the urge to laugh, you turned the key and took a step inside. Sy followed you without breaking his hold. You flipped the lights on, and you heard, rather than saw Sy kick the door closed, the sound of those big boots he wore hitting the timber made your core clench. Pulling your hair aside his mouth was on your neck. His lips felt as soft as they looked, but the pressure he exerted on your skin made you mumble a curse. It had been so long since a man touched you, and much longer since one had made you so aroused so quickly.
One of Sy’s hands grasped your chin, keeping your neck extended as he laid his assault on you. The other was pressed flat onto your belly pulling you close to him, you felt him grind his hips against you. “You smell real good, Darlin’,” he said into your ear, his voice was low and gravelly, the hint of desire you could hear made your body start to pulse with need. He was a talker, you always liked talkers.
He spun you around so quickly you would have stumbled if not for his sure hands. Lifting your chin to meet his mouth, he kissed you. He was one of those men who kissed with his whole body. He stirred against you and his hands didn’t stop moving down your back until he cupped your ass, fingers squeezing deep into your flesh.
Your hands trembled as they slid under his t-shirt, over his sides and up his broad back. His skin was hot and smooth, taut over muscles that rippled as he moved. Your fingers found the dip of his spine and you grinned as he moaned your name. “Take my shirt off,” he said, breaking the kiss. You lifted his shirt and he helped you, pulling it off over his head.
You sucked in a gasp as his chest was revealed and you couldn’t help but slither your fingers into the hair across his chest. “Wow,” you breathed. You heard him chuckle and you looked up smiling. “You’re pretty hot,” you added.
Grinning, Sy lifted your chin again, covering your mouth with his. His hands went to your hips, and you felt your dress glide up your thighs and he bunched the fabric up in his fists. He tried to lift the dress over your head, but it got stuck at your chest. You laughed and said, “There’s a zip at the back.”
Growling with impatience Sy spun you around, finding the zip. He pulled it down so fast you wondered if he broke it, but you didn’t care as the dress was pulled up over your head. You tried to turn around, but his hands held you in place as he roamed them over your silky underwear. “These are real nice,” he said, sliding a hand over your ass. “Your boy missed out.”
“He’s not my boy,” you said.
“Good,” Sy growled as you felt your bra fall away. His hand were quick to replace the bra and he looked over your shoulder, watching as his hands squeezed at your breasts. His breath was ragged as he rolled your nipples between his fingers. You moaned, throwing your head back against his shoulder and you heard his satisfied grunt as he pressed himself against your ass. His hands left your breast, one went to your throat, the other he slid over the fabric between your legs.
You shuddered, groaning, and twisting at the sudden pressure his palm exerted, but Sy’s firm maul on your throat kept you in position. You felt his fingers press into the fabric, pushing it into your folds. He skated over you until he found your clit and pressed hard against it, delivering a steady friction that made you squirm. Again, you melted into him, eyes closing, but you felt his gaze on your face. You opened your eyes, and he was watching your every facial gesture. He forced you to look at him as he slipped his hands down the front of your pants. He snarled as his fingers coasted easily over you. “You like the way I touch ya, dontcha.”
You did, his touch made you burn, writhe. He was so dominant, touching you as he wished with the enthusiasm of a man starved but you couldn’t doubt his experience, he wasn’t clumsy, every touch was deliberate and considered. “Yes,” you murmured. “I like it.”
“Good girl,” he rasped. His finger teased your entrance, your core clenched with want. Penetrating you swiftly, he swore as his finger slid inside you, a groaning curse as he gritted his teeth. “Your cunt is so fucking tight.”
“Shit.” You leaned into him, legs like jelly as forced a second finger in. You mewled against him as you heard the squelching sounds of your core being completely violated.
Curling his fingers, Sy growled as he sees he found your spot, “That’s it there isn’t it?” You nodded listless, feeling like a toy, a plaything. He overwhelmed you, his sheer size and presence made you feel small. “Yeah, it is,” he said smugly. He pumped his fingers inside you, his palm hitting the mark as he fucked you so hard you ended up on your toes. You felt like you’re going to fall as you approach your climax and you frantically reach behind you to hold onto something, anything. Seeing your fear he said reassuringly, “I’ve got you, Darlin’. I won’t let you fall. Look at me.” Forcing your eyes to his you saw how much he enjoyed this, how making you mailable, willing to submit was how he got off. “That’s it, Little Girl. I’ve got you. You gonna cum for me for me, or what?”
No one had ever spoken to you like that before, you’ve had forceful men, you’ve had tender men, but never had you had a man who was both. You felt heat blossom between your legs, and he knew, he knew he had you. He watched grinning almost arrogantly as your body shook and you cried out, “Oh fuck, oh fuck.”
Sy’s mouth covered yours as you rode your orgasm, your shouts muffled by his, the hand on your throat squeezed faintly. You felt completely owned as your body was controlled by his experienced touch. When it was over, he broke your kiss and released his hold on your neck. Still trembling, a little dazed, you were turned in his arms and an arm wrapped around your waist as your panties were pushed down your thighs.
“Your cunts like a fuckin’ vice when you cum, Little Girl,” Sy said as he lifted you and took you to the bed. “Arms around my neck, Darlin’,” he instructed. You did so and he crawled up the bed holding you underneath him until your head hit the pillows. Again, you felt like there was something sweet in him, despite how rough he was. He sat up on his knees, pulling at his belt. “You better have more in ya. I want to feel that tight pussy on my cock.” You watched licking your lips with anticipation as he pulled his jeans and boxers down his thighs.
“Holy shit,” you said, instinctively closing your legs. Sy was fucking huge, not necessarily long but thick, surely too thick to be pleasurable. You moaned, fear, curiosity and desire peaked in you as you stared.
Grinning Sy said, “Well, that’s one of the best reactions I’ve had, Darlin’. Thank you.” He was teasing you, his blue eyes danced with amusement as he grabbed your ankles, bending your knees and running his hands up your legs to your thighs. Kissing your thighs and letting his whiskers tickle at your supple skin he said softly, “Don’t be scared. I ain’t finished getting’ you ready for me.”
You felt his humid breath moments before his tongue ran up your slit, flicking your clit just with the tip. He teased you before concentrating on where you needed him. You were sensitive already and you couldn’t help lifting your hips off the bed. Sy pressed his forearm over your belly keeping you down, controlling your movements and your pleasure. He got you close and began to suck a gentle rhythm against your clit. Instantly you the familiar heat grow at the apex of your thighs and as your muscles started to shake, he hummed. Your orgasm hit you with such violent force you weren’t ready for it, your hips rocked as he held you down and kept working you until you frantically pushed his head away.
Sy looked up and you watched as his tongue came out, licking at his lips, his beard all wet with your arousal and his saliva. Sy grinned and said, “You’re ready for me now ain’t you Darlin?” He dug into his pants, and you nodded, laying back against the pillows, catching your breath.
Nobody had ever gone down on you like that. Nobody had forced you to be still like that. He acted like he wanted to be between your legs, wanted you to orgasm. Lifting your head again you watched as he put on the condom. He was still hard as hell. Fuck, he actually liked going down on you. Fucking hell who was this guy? He seemed perfect, like a bloody sex God. Surely there was something he wasn’t good at.
Fitting the condom quickly Sy laid over you, skimming himself over your wet centre. “Just relax, Little Girl and it won’t hurt,” he said gently, almost concerned. He slipped his hand behind your head, cradling it, kissing you lightly as he started to push in. You gripped his shoulders as he surged, and you were so wet he was able to slide in most of the way. You felt your core stretch around him, and although at times you had to ask him to wait, he was patient as he went. “You’re doing so well Darlin’,” he praised breathlessly, “You’re takin’ me so well.”
He swore when he was completely in. “Fuck, Little Girl. You feel so fuckin’ good.” He started to slowly move with sedate thrusts, and you were disappointed. You moved your hips up to meet his drives, but he held you down controlling you like he did before. You were confused, he was so rough before, now gentle, too gentle, you wanted more.
“Please, make it hurt.” Sy’s eyes darkened, and his next thrust made your nails dig into his shoulders like talons. “More,” you cried, and he did. His hand left your hip and grabbed your throat again. Not to cut off your breathing but as a sign of ownership.
“Can you take more?” Sy grunted through his teeth. You nodded at he lifted your leg onto his shoulder, and you almost regretted saying yes as he bottomed out painfully. He altered his movements slightly and this time it felt good. “Fuck me, you’re a good thing, takin’ me like this,” he commended, and you beamed with pride at his words.
Sy growled as he fucked you, he made noises that you had never heard before, primal animalistic, but almost playful. Most men you had been with just wanted to cum, but with Sy it felt different. He fucked like he wasn’t chasing his peak but loving every moment he got as he reached it as much as the climax.
Soon you felt your body warm and tighten again, and Sy kept his rhythm steady. You marvelled at how he seemed to read your body in a way no one ever had before. Rumbling words of encouragement, he smirked as your body let go and with a renewed lust, he seemed to increase his pace, pumping deep as your core pulsed around him.
“Fuck,” you heard Sy groan and in your haze, you felt his rhythm become erratic. He plunged he held himself deep inside you as he came, his grunts turning into a roar as he pulled back and thrust again and again, until he was done.
Removing himself from you Sy laid on his side next to you. His hand left your throat and went to your cheek. He was being gentle again, and although it still confused you, if felt good as he placed short kisses on your forehead and nose. He moved quickly kissing your lips one more time.
“Don’t move, I’ll be right back.” Sy walked to the bathroom, and you got a good look at his ass as he walked away. You wanted to memorise it, memorise him before he leaves. You got up, and picked up your underwear and dress, putting it in your overnight bag and pulled out your pjs of light cotton pants and a button up shirt.
When Sy came out of the bathroom you picked up his clothes and handed them to him. “Hold up. Are you kickin’ me out?” he actually sounded a little hurt.
You blinked, “Well no, but usually...”
“Fuck usually, Darlin’,” Sy said, dropping his clothes on the floor and lifting you up and taking you back to bed. “I’m stayin’. We’re gonna do this again in the mornin’ then I’m takin’ you for breakfast. How’s that sound?”
Warnings: Mild smut (kissing), implied smut, threats of violence
Authors note: Okay, I have been blocked for a long time. I forced myself to write this to try to get over it. It's got problems, but at least I bloody wrote something 🤣
Thanks to @augustsprincess for the idea for this story. Thanks to @nashibirne for her encouragement and support. Thanks to @amberangel112 for Beta reading.
I only gave this a quick edit, there will be errors.
Masterlist
As you press the button for your floor on the elevator, you yawn. It was well after 2am and although it had been a great night out with friends, you were looking forward to a shower and some sleep.
You’re still yawning when the elevator doors open and you come face to face with a man you had never seen before. He was shoving a suit jacket behind one of the decorative plants with one hand, while loosening his tie with the other.
He draws a gun, points it at you, his eyes narrow as they quickly look you up and down. You gasp and raise your hands instinctively, your keys slipping from your fingers, and falling to the floor with a jarring clink and jingle.
The gun stays firmly trained on you as his tie follows the jacket and he ruffles his smoothed down hair into messy curls before finally pulling his shirt out of his pants. It only took a second or two, but that was long enough for you to really look at him, noting his height, his obviously well maintained physique, the rough growth on his cheeks and the well maintained moustache on his lip.
Slack-jawed, you stare at him, trying to make sense of the scene before you. It seemed as if he was trying to do the same, or at least was working out what he was going to do with you. Your eyes keep returning to the gun. His hand is bloody at the knuckles, split and bruised, and doesn’t waver or shake despite his hurried actions; instinctively you know it’s not the first time he’s handled a weapon, and he’s more than capable of using it.
There’s a noise in the fire escape, several pairs of heavy boots thudding on the stairs and muffled, hurried shouts. They’re here for him, there’s no doubt in your mind.
The elevator doors start to close and the man stops them with his surprisingly unscuffed black leather derby shoe.
“Do you live on this floor?” he asks. His words were clipped for speed, but his tone was calm.
You nod. You don’t want to try to speak because you’re unsure if words or the violent scream that was poised at your throat would come out first.
Using the gun, he points to the floor. “Grab your keys, take me to your apartment.”
The thudding march in the fire escape gets louder, it won’t be long until they make it to your floor. Your eyes dart to the door to the stairwell, wondering if you should just wait until they get here and arrest him. But what if they weren’t cops, what if…
The frigid, smooth metal of the gun barrel rests against your cheek as the man brings your attention back to him. Your eyes meet his. They’re glacial blue and not as cold as the colour would suggest; calculating, intelligent, slightly unhinged, but not cold.
“They aren’t coming to save you, princess,” he says with a smirk tugging that the corner of his cruel mouth, “get the keys. Now.”
Closing your eyes you bend your knees and sink low, reaching blindly for the keys. As your hand closes around them, you vaguely wonder if your hand will stop shaking enough to be able to slide your key into your lock.
It proves to be an irrelevant thought, because as soon as you stand he takes the keys from you and asks you to show him which key it is and for your apartment number.
Pointing to the key with a quivering finger, you tell him the number with a wild voice, high pitched and trembling. You clamp your jaw together after you speak the words to keep the still threatening scream from escaping your lips.
With a jerk of the head, he indicates you should move and you head to your apartment on knees that scarcely hold you upright. Rounding the corner, you’re only a couple of feet away from your door when the sound of the fire escape door opens and slams shut and while you can still hear some people in the stairwell, the unmistakable sound of heavy boots are thudding against the low pile carpet of your hall.
You yelp and turn towards the man. His brows are low and his lips are pursed, then suddenly his features relax and his pink tongue sweeps swiftly over his now grinning lips.
“We don’t have enough time, you’ll have to just go with it. You can slap me later,” he says.
You barely have the time to register his words before his lips are on yours and he’s guiding you the final steps to your door and using the heavy weight of his body he holds you there. You panic, he’s probably about to get killed and you’re probably going to get caught in the crossfire and instead of making use of his gun, he’s kissing you.
Pressing the heels of your palms into his shoulders, you’re about to try to fight him off when you realise what he said. A large man in a suit rounds the corner, gun drawn and held ready in his outstretched hand. He stops short when he sees the two of you and lowering his gun a little he smirks.
It sinks into your brain why he kissed you. You feel like such an idiot. With a whimper of fear and a sigh of resignation, you close your eyes and force yourself to submit to his kiss.
The man groans in gentle approval when he notices you’ve relaxed. His lips, while firm and assertive, are smooth and plush as they glide over yours. Confidently, he deepens the kiss, teasing your lips to open with an insistent flick of the tongue that whips through your nerves and settles with a searing heat between your legs.
Your stiff and outstretched hands slacken, curl around his muscular shoulders. You moan softly as they move beneath his shirt, you could see he was a large man, but the hardness and definition of his muscles was not expected. Your hands wander, one to his neck where the rough prickles of his stubble sting deliciously against your fingers. The other trembles as it works its way down his arm and over the thick ball of his bicep as he tries to work the key into the lock.
There is a subtle click and the door at your back is no longer holding you up, replaced swiftly by a strong arm and large hand splayed across your back. Like he was leading you in a waltz, he spins you through the open door and, like a good dance partner, you follow without protest.
Once inside your apartment, you expect him to let you go. Instead, he holds you against the wall of your hallway, his body leaning hard into you, and with a final potent stroke of his silky lips, he lifts his head.
You don’t know what you expected to happen next, kissing strangers to escape certain death was hardly your usual weekend scene, but having the man hum softly and lean his forehead against yours as he catches his breath was not what you expected.
“I have to fake a lot of things in my line of work,” he says, “but pretending to enjoy that was not one of them.”
“Oh,” you reply stupidly. “Thank you?”
Then he smirks and turns his head to peer through the peephole. He keeps you flush against the wall and you lean your head against it, closing your eyes as you try and make sense of it all.
What was his line of work? What kind of job required you to fake things and be chased by gunmen? Was he a criminal? A hitman? A spy? An undercover detective? Do you even want to know?
A whispered curse and a tickle of whiskers against your skin was the only warning you had before his lips grazed your jaw and worked their way down your throat to the hollow at the base of your neck. You couldn’t help but imagine what that mouth would feel like as it moved up your thigh and between your legs. Your cheeks burn, and a low throbbing ache begins deep in your gut.
Then he steps back so swiftly you almost slide down the wall now that he wasn’t holding you up. Tilting his head slightly, he studies you with those shrewd and cool, but not cold, blue eyes.
“I owe you,” he says with sincerity. He straightens, rolling his shoulders slightly as he stretches his neck from side to side. He lets out a hard breath, planting his feet firmly. “I’m ready.”
“For what?”
His brows come together. “For you to hit me,” he explains, “I owe you.”
“I’m not going to hit you!”
Abruptly he turns and crosses the living room of your small apartment and looks out of the window. He opens it and carefully sticks his head out and looks swiftly up and down before pulling his head back inside and looks at you. He nods and in a few short strides he’s back in front of you, grinning broadly as he grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger.
“I don’t like having an unpaid debt, but there is no time for negotiation right now. If you won’t hit me, then I suspect I could pay the debt in another way…” He trails off as he brushes his thumb over your lower lip.
You try to hold it back, but the memory of his kiss is too strong and you let out a soft whimper.
“Thought so,” he says and your face heats with embarrassment. He dips his head and traps your lower lip between his, drawing it briefly into his mouth before pulling away. “I’ll come back in a few days. I look forward to compensating you.”
Pivoting on his heel he’s back at the window, lifting a leg through and onto the fire escape.
He pauses just long enough to say, “The name’s Walker by the way.”
