Summary: On the paper, Syverson made for the perfect roommate, mostly due to the fact he was never home and even though he was hotter than hell you doubted anything could ever happen between you. Until one night changes everything...
Pairing: Captain Syverson x female reader (no description of body type or ethnicity)
A/N: This is dedicated to my lovely @wolvesandhoundshowltogether a very belated gift, long-anticipated đ¤. It's been a while since I last wrote an actual story so excuse me now hiding from the world in anxiety. Many thanks to my dear friend @agniavateira for beta'ing.
Shades of green
Two years have passed since you moved into the cosy little apartment in the bowels of the city centre - a humble sun-showered pad with a small terrace where you nourished timid house plants back to life.
Indeed, it was a rare find for a reasonable price. The fact that you had to share it with a boorish military grunt didnât bother you even by the slightest.
Quite the contrary, Captain Logan Syverson was the ideal flatmate; due to long deployments, he was hardly ever at home. Once returned from active duty, he tended to keep the place clean, fixed whatever broke, and made the kitchen drift of the most delicious aromas.
The only real problem that arose from sharing a flat with the Captain was that despite the buzzcut, scars, and bristly âroadkillâ that decorated his jawline, he was otherworldly attractive. Sporting the body of a viking warlord and the confidence of a well-endowed man, Syverson was the type of handsome that made grown men stop on their heels and stare and for teenage girls to cover their mouths in a muffle of shy giggles.
Silly little you were anything but immune to his spell, of course. One glimpse of his sapphire-lustred eyes brought fervid heat to your cheeks, and your knees turned into cotton.
However, the relationship between the two of you remained lukewarm, on terms of nothing other than flatmates. Syverson was a man of a few words and grunts, who mostly kept to himself and spent the nights at the local neighbourhood pub where he would drink with his buddies until the moon itself fell asleep.
Admittedly, you preferred to keep a healthy distance, knowing very well that a man like Syverson would never fall for a woman such as yourself. The ladies Sy brought home were nothing like the timid ocean breeze you were, he only ever bothered speaking to you when it was time to discuss whose turn it was to do the next round of grocery shopping.
October snuck right beneath the nose, carrying amber-tinted leaves on its chill wind along with Captain, who was now back from Iraq for a much longer leave and strolled around the house like a bored house cat in search of trouble.
The more you kept bumping into him around the pad, the thicker the air felt in your apartment despite the temperatures outside dropping lower with each day.
âWhatever,â you sighed, brushing your hair in front of the shower mirror and more so, hoping to brush away any thoughts of Sy as you prepared for your date. It has been years since you've been on one of those.
The man you were supposed to meet, Robert, nagged you for aeons and a day until eventually, you caved in and accepted his courtship. Truth be told, you had scant interest in actually seeing him tonight but a part of you hoped that this would help in making you feel less pathetic for crushing over your roommate who never gave a fuck.
Fumes seeped around you as you stepped out of the shower, wearing nothing but a short towel. With your thoughts as hazy as the mist that engulfed the corridor, you made way toward the bedroom when something hard and sturdy blocked your path, causing you to bounce back with a breathless shriek.
The low, gravelly drawl of his voice sent a spiralling tingle to your pebbled nipples: fully erect, they brushed against the wet cloth barely guarding your virtue as if crying for the attention of that burly bull of a man.
Gawking, Sy stood before you, sipping from a bottle of beer, blocking the corridor in ways that offered no escape.
Instantly, your hand tightened on the towel around your chest, assuming that for whatever reason, the Captain was in a mood to vex you, though it wasnât just mischief that gleamed upon his pale sapphiresâbut a feral, shameless intent. Unapologetic, his eyes trailed down your half-naked figure, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
âHeadinâ out tonight, roomie?â Sy questioned with another sip while his eyes stabbed at your chest.
Knuckles stiff around the edge of the towel, you cleared your throat in a failed attempt to prevent your voice from trembling.
âI...yeah, I am.â
âHot date?â His smirk slanted.
âActually, yeah.â
Sy remained stoic, tiny specks of foam graced his bushy beard and with the flick of his tongue, he licked his lips and suckled them dry. âPity,â he grumbled, baritone dropping smoothly low, âthought maybe we can decorate the livinâ room together, ya know?⌠for Halloween. But I guess Iâll make the webs... by myself.â
Your belly sank and fluttered with the unease one has when shamefully exhilarated by something forbidden, yet not a single twitch appeared below the Captainâs frigid stare, which did nothing but furthermore vex your seething mind.
Embarrassed and bemused, you hoped to hell he didnât mean what you thought he meant. A small frown formed on your brow; if this was a provocation of some sort, you didnât have time for it. Harrumphing, you shrugged, almost making the towel slip off your chest, much to Syversonâs silent delight.
âNot much into decorating tonight,â you spat coldly and shot him a sardonic grin.
âYeah, I bet,â he scoffed.
An awkward stillness crept into the narrow space between you. Gingerly, his glare lingered, the sapphire-coloured shine sparkling as it trailed the little beads of water that loosely hung from your hair and glided down your skin. For a brief moment, he grazed his sharp fangs upon his bottom lip but then shrugged and turned back toward the living room.
Never in your life have you sighed with such intense relief.
By the time you reached the bedroom, your heart was threatening to crush through your bones and escape your ribcage. Typically, the Captain had a certain effect on you - a quiver in your belly, a kiss of heat to crest your cheek. But in that very moment, you couldnât stop the throbbing in your chest and all of a sudden you were a teenager - pitifully infatuated with the hottest guy in school, heart-singing and every glimpse his sapphires offered filled you with the hope that maybe he liked you too.
Though you had Syverson figured out a long, long while ago, knowing very well he was like one of these boys â sick for attention with no real intention.
âFuck these guys,â you muttered under your breath as you slipped in the tight little red dress you purchased especially for your date.
The thought that Sy might find you attractive wearing it struck your mind nonetheless; but quickly, you stuffed any notion of him to a dusty nook in the back of your brain and finished prepping for your date.
Sy was still sprawled on the sofa once you emerged from your room; lounging about, watching some dumb horror movie on Netflix while a bottle of cold beer sat loose in his fist. There was no ignoring the weird atmosphere that unfurled through the apartment. The air tensed with every click your heels made upon the cheap parquet flooring, each step soaking you with an unexplained sense of guilt as if going on this date was an act of infidelity.
Sending a brief glimpse at the burly man, you felt an urge to say something but realised you had no reason to make excuses to Sy. Instead, you reached for your black sequin purse and just as your hand touched the door handle...
âWhoâs the lucky guy?â
The thunder of his voice shot right through your nerves. Clenching your teeth, you bit back your ire and turned to stare at him.
Syâs eyes were still glued to the screen.
âRobert, from accounting in my firm, but you donât know himâŚâ
âRobert⌠accounting,â Sy repeated the name, the gears in his brain twisting and turning when suddenly, he let out a loud snort and burst into a peal of roaring laughter. Throwing his head over his shoulder, he finally offered you a gander, his joyful eyes briefly running up and down the curves of your body.
âBobbie? Little Bobbie McPee?â
âRobert McBride,â you corrected with a sulk, your fingers anxiously toying with the metal handle. Had you the nerve, you would have smacked that irritating smile right off his big. stupid. face.
Shaking his head, Sy suddenly shot himself from the sofa, his imposing body flexing beneath the worn black t-shirt that looked as if it was about to surrender and rip under the size of his bulging muscles. Any tendril of rage that wove in your gut briskly dissolved, replaced with a prickling chill that crept between your bones and held you paralysed.
Wide-eyed, you watched Syverson as he sauntered forward, your head chaotic with an onslaught of rapid irrational thoughts.
âWhy the hell is he coming closer? Is he going to...â
âWe went to high school together,â he retorted and paused mere inches away from you, entrapping you between the white wooden door and his impossibly large frame. His breath blew hot on your face, while the scent of his spicy beard oil, beer and virile musk caged you in hazy mindlessness.
Suddenly you were weak, your knees shaking at the glint of his sapphire gaze. Up and down he scrutinised you, the tip of his serpentine tongue darting at his upper lip in what seemed like a taunt.
âWell,â he drawled, taking a small pause as he examined your dress, âtell little Bobbie: Logan Syverson says hi.â
You meant to reply with a snide remark, but the flare sparking his eyes had you speechless. Once the words returned to your mind, Sy already turned his back and made his way to the living room while chuckling to himself.
To say that your hatred toward Captain Logan F. Syverson burnt with the fury of thousand blazing suns would have been an understatement. Every passing minute you spent thinking about him during your date made you seeth. Not that Robert was anything other than an atrociously dull human being, but everything would have been peachy if you could stop imagining that the man in front of you was Syverson instead.
âMotherfâŚâ you fumed, wondering what did you ever do to Sy to have him mess with your head like that.
Nothing! You did nothing to win such treatment. The provoking, the blunt mockeryâSyverson knew exactly what he was doing dancing around you, exhuming his big-dick-energy to toy with you the way a cat toys with a helpless little mouse.
Even when you attempted to give Robert a grain of respect and concentrate on the tedious conversation he was leading, Sy found new ways to bother you by sending an onslaught of random text messages:
âWhere do we keep the laundry detergent again?â
âDid we run out of Mayo?â
âIs the iRobot broken again?â
âDo you know if KFC is still open this time of the evening?â
âWhy are you looking for detergents?! You have three t-shirts you cycle between! No, no and no, Google it!â
Having zero intentions of seeing Robert again, you decided to finish the night early.
Frail as he might have been, at least by comparison to beastly Syverson, he still insisted on walking you all the way back to your front door which you kindly agreed to.
No matter how âsafeâ people declared this neighbourhood, walking alone in the dark wasnât a worthy risk.
âSo this is me...â You forced a grin at the lean man, politely trying to hint that there would never be a second date.
A hint that went obliviously unnoticed. Offering you a hazy gaze, he provided what you think he believed to be a seductive smile. His hand then reached to your wrist, and with a light squeeze, opened his mouth. âI had the loveliest evening.â
Hardly able to mask your disdainful flinching, you tried to pull free from his grip.
âUmm, Robert, IâŚâ
Ignoring the apparent awkwardness and your lack of participation, he gingerly began caressing your hand. âIs this it or?...â
âOr?...â You drew more firmly, your back pressing into the door.
âOr maybe you can invite me in? Just to talk.â
âAh noâŚâ you started saying, but the words died on your tongue as Robert leaned closer in an attempt to steal an undesired kiss.
A loud whoosh reverberated through the dim corridor as the door behind you suddenly flung open, nearly sending you down to the floor.
âHey, Bobbie.â
Shirtless and covered by a sheer layer of sweat, Sy stood at the door, one arm casually hanging over the door frame, making his bicep appear far more pumped than usual. You hated him still, yet at that very moment, relief struck you, along with the misty lure of Syversonâs musky scent that roped around you like dark silken knots.
'To hell with him!'
Seeing the beast of the man demonstrating his physical assets, Robertâs hand immediately withdrew.
âLogan,â He cleared his throat.
âItâs Captain Syverson,â Sy corrected before flashing you a quick glare. Why did he make you feel like you were in some trouble again? You frowned.
âWe were just having a small chat,â Robert explained, to which Sy replied with a sardonic stare and briefly chewed on the inside of his cheek.
âI heard. The lady doesnât want you in.â
Despite the bewilderment written all over your face, Syverson kept a fierce, warning glare at the other man and tilted his head in a gesture for you to get inside the house.
Almost instantly, you folded your tail between your legs and, with a clenched jaw, snuck below his spread-out arm straight into the apartment.
âNight,â Sy spat and slammed the door shut before Robert had a chance to react.
The walls still trembled with the might of Syversonâs brutal manoeuvre; the little tremors made their way into your bones and stabbed at your muscles until your entire body visibly shook. Sy turned to you with barely veiled anger sparking his blue eyes.
At that point, the heat in your blood peaked to new records.
âHe is pissed?!â
There were so many things you wanted to say to your barbaric jarhead of a roommate right now, none of which would lead to any positive consequences. Swallowing a frustrated growl, you stormed into the kitchen and threw the fridge open in the purpose of occupying one of Syâs cold bottles of beer - hardly a worthy payment to his obnoxious behaviour, but at least, in that very moment, it held you from a furious outburst.
Right on your steps, Sy followed, silent as he blocked the entire space of the kitchenâs arched pathway. His massive arms rose to fold across his bare chest, his lips smacking together at the sight of you uncorking the bottle before drenching your throat.
All it took was one glance at him, and your anger surged again.
âLogan, what the actual fuck?!â
Syâs face fell into a frown, appearing just as vexed, if not more.
âThank you for getting rid of that Schmock, Big Sy,â He answered in a dull falsetto in an attempt to mimic your voice the way a child would taunt.
Instinctively, you rolled your eyes at him, taking another large sip. âI donât know what has gotten into you tonight, but this is the last time you meddle with my affairs and ruin my dates.â
âOh please, sugarbuttâŚ.â
âDonât call me sugarbutt!â
âSweetlinâ,â Sy corrected with a sneer and stretched his shoulder even wider, his breadth dwarfing everything within the kitchen, including yourself.
âYou are beinâ all ungrateful; thatâs what you are. Both you and I here know you werenât about to sleep with Bobbie McPee. That man is way below your league, and I didnât like how he was nagging you to let him in, so I went ahead and did you a solid because I believe in a womanâs right to say no, and that guy was downright coercing you.â
Sy did his best to appear calm and indifferent, but his eyes were almost erratic in their scrutiny, promenading across your frame back and forth, like a wild animal preparing for a hunt. The same energy infected you as well; the more you tried to contain yourself, your chest heaved - as if it was a game to play or a competition.
âSo you are a feminist now 'big Sy?'â You began to mock, âI saw the skanks you brought over here before and heard the shit that comes out of their mouths.â Pausing, you lifted one arm across the fridge's door and squirmed your hips theatrically.
âHow did that go? âAh, yes, yes, yes! Captain, sir, give me that big fat cock, yes, use my body like a fuck hole', are you sure those ladies are not paid actresses? If you know what I mean...â
Beneath his thick beard, his jaw clenched. Unfolding one arm, Syerson pointed a warning finger at you. âFirst thing first, those were some lovely ladies you speak of, so show âem some respect, sugarbutt, and keep that internalised misogyny bullshit out of our apartment. SecondlyâŚâ
A wild gust of wind wafted over you with Syversonâs abrupt agile movement, who, in less than a second, stood an inch away from your face, rudely reminding you that this humanoid beast was not a simple man but a trained, glorified military warrior.
It took everything in your power to remain steady on both feet and keep that quivering moan locked deep in your chest. Gaze shredding, he peered down on you, his nostrils flaring with every loud and sharp inhale.
âYouâd scream the same thing had I given you my cockâŚâ his voice dropped dangerously low, overtaken by a lustful taunt.
Your eyes flicked to his mouth in time to see his lips part open, making scorching fire rise your throat. Absentmindedly, you slammed the bottle onto the counter, the beer unable to cool nor quench your thirst anymore.
âAt least I was always kind to your âladiesâ and never got in their way to get your cock!â you snarled.
Sy watched the foam climb up the bottleâs neck, his eyes narrowing as if you violated some military code. Chewing on his lips for a lingering moment, he rummaged in his head for a response, but all that came from him was an irritated mumble, âToo bad, babe, I wish you had...â
Your chest fell, uncertain if the words you heard were correct, you tilted your head and asked sternly, âWhat did you say?â
Syâs lips stretched into a thin line, providing no answer, though his gaze now felt like sharp shards of ice.
âWhat did you say???â you asked again, more urgently this time. âAnswer me!â
A frustrated growl boomed between the country-printed kitchen tiles, followed by the sharp gasp that escaped you the moment his hands snapped around your forearm and hauled you so close that his furred chest nearly brushed against your breasts with each puff.
But nothing made your heart sink more than the fierceness of his direct stare.
âI said: I wish you had. At least then Iâd know you felt something for me.â
Whether it was the heat of his palms or the scent of sweat that got you light-headed, you couldn't tell, all you knew is that the words fled from your mouth like sneaky little mice.
âWhat makes you think I donât?â
Eyeing your mouth, he considered his next steps, the chaotic war inside his head evident through fine cracks of emerald that embellished his blue gaze. One by one, the creases deepened, shattering his iron will, proving that even the strongest of men couldnât stand in the face of the woman he wanted most.
In a completely lost battle, his hand cradled your jaw.
âSyverâŚ.â
The rest of his name was muffled by the passionate kiss that claimed you. With his fingers pressed into your cheeks, he forced your lips to unwrap for an ardent exploration; just like honey, golden and sweet, his silky serpent pervaded your maw and imbuing you with bliss. His growls of prolonged desire delved into your chest until you felt fire ignited within its dark pit, and the blazes spilt molten-hot into your veins.
If this was a joke, a game, or a dream, you hoped to never find out; in unveiled desperation, your arms wrapped around his thick neck and hung onto him, wary that he would change his mind. But Sy had no intentions of doing so; amid the symphony of ecstatic groans, his arms brought you to crash into his broad, hairy chest. Soon the coat of sweat that clung to his skin slapped against your body, defiling the red fabric of your dress and sticking on the bare parts of your flesh.
You wanted to drown in it.
He wanted to drown in you.
Reluctantly though, Sy broke the kiss, halting for a brief gasp of fresh air; the rounded tip of his nose bumped against yours while his mouth ghosted warmly upon your swollen lips.
âYeah?â he asked amid his laboured breath, desperately seeking sincerity in your bewildered glance, âdo you want this, darlinâ? Do you want me?â
Unable to speak coherently, you nodded in response, which won you a soft squeeze around the chin. Directing you to stare into his gleaming sapphires, he demanded again, now pressing his wide, muscle-hard thigh between your legs, and dangerously close to your groin.
âSay it, tell me what you want me to do,â Sy urged by pushing his leg higher, the fabric of his jeans brushing over your panties.
Drawn by natural wills, you undulated your hips and shamefully started to ride his thigh whimpering, astonished at the paradox of relief and further yearning swept over your engorged core.
You were stranded south of heaven, helpless, desperate for frictionâyou needed it, harder, faster, more.
âPlease!â
âI want you!â you managed a pitiful mewl and gave him an equally vulnerable glance, âI want you, Sy, I need you to take me like the animal that you are.â
Per your demand, his kiss was even rougher than before; violent and possessive, he bruised your lips and chin, the sounds emitting from his throat barely human. Feral in his entirety, his kiss and his touch made you feel the air in your lungs replaced with fire.
Unceremoniously, his hands smacked across your rear, fingers squeezing your cheeks in raspy frustration as if his own wanton brought pain. There was a time when you found this treatment degradingânow it made your desperate little slit crave attention.
Sy granted it without you having to beg.
Wandering below your dress, his curious fingers scoured the wet path that tainted the silk of your panties; though you saw him as a savage, his touch was shockingly tender: that of a man well-taught in the secret whims of a woman.
If only his mouth was this eloquent...
âMy God, youâre a wet little thing, arenât you, babygirl?â Slow and sensual, he outlined your entrance, spreading dampness across your petals, pressing into the hollow that twitched for his touch.
âYou want âbig Syâ inside you, darlinâ?â Syâs lips curled into a triumphant grin, his fingertips provoking the edge of your panty line in featherlike strokes, inching close but not close enough.
âIâd gladly give you all of me, darlinâ but I donât think you can take it just yet. I think itâs been ages since you took a proper dick in that tight little hole of yours,â his digit lightly shoved into the hot dent in your panties, âI better be a gentleman and stretch you for me so it wonât hurt too much.â
Never in your life had you felt such a needful desire to connect with another person. Your skin seared both from his touch or the lack thereof once his hands slid from one spot to the other. In your despair, you whined and writhed and crashed your body against the wall of his chest.
âI need you inside me.â
Not denying your request, his finger slipped below your panties merely to further taunt and bring you across the edge of your patience. Gingerly, he stroked between your petals, relishing in the dew that dripped all over his knuckle before sliding into your heat.
Too afraid that the nosey neighbour next door will hear the ruckus, you slapped a hand across your mouth and muffled the loud moans that tore from your throat; but Sy had none of your silence. Pushing another finger, he slowly began to pump your drenched cove: in and out, deeper, harder âevery tidal sink he made into you pushed you further down a phantasmic spiral.
âTsk, tsk,â he ticked his tongue, âI want those cries, darlinâ, better not deny me of them now, or Iâll find ways to make you scream so loud, Mrs Parker will call the policeâŚâ
With that, he brushed a thumb over your clit and curled his digits within your depth, causing your muscles to shudder around his thick fingers. Another smile of arrogant victory cascaded brightly on his eyes, ravelling in the sweet symphony that spurred from your mouth, of the way you danced for him, faster and faster in search of the elysian fields.
Incoherent and irrational, you truly believed the pleasure would kill you.
âLook at you,â Sy gave a hoarse whisper and leaned in to nibble at the shell of your ear. Urgently, you pushed against his hand, trying to steal what was rightfully yoursâcontrolâthough it was an absurdity for every shift you made against one another only made you lose the grasp over your wits.
âI can feel you getting wetter and tighter, darlinâ, and we hardly even began, which makes me wonderâŚâ he paused, preserving you in his glare as if you were a rare sight, âdid anyone make you come around his fingers before?â
With whatever scant remnants of wit, you shook your head. Your vulturous slit choked around the girth of his fingers, suckling them until it felt as if thereâs no more space within you to fill, and all it took was one slippery strike to throw you across the edge. Snapping your palms at his broad shoulder, you held tight and screamed for all the demons and devils to hear your ascension.
Tears of pleasure beaded your lashes, lightly obscuring your sight, the image of Sy standing before now tad blurry. And yet, you could see how his fingers dove into his mouth.
He licked them one by one, tasting your sugary dew, savouring the taste with vocal approval before he suckled his lips and murmured, âtasty little peach, arenât you?â
Still trembling from your climax, you bit your lip in response and offered a tender stare, suddenly reduced to a vulnerable little thing. At the same time, Sy took harbour between your wobbly legs, massaging a sore erection with a ravenous storm in his glare.
Itâs been so long since someone looked at you that way. Or maybe, you figured, no one looked at you like this beforeâas if you were desert, a meal for a famished man.
âWhatâs wrong, babygirl?â
Sy gave a questioning look and knelt between your legs. His hands smoothed upon your knees, gathering sweat in their ascension to your thighs.
âI⌠oh...â you tried to speak, but words were too tough as the pillowy tips of his fingers left trails of fire across your flesh.
âWords, darlinâ, I wonât give you what you want if you donât say it properlyâŚâ A wide, cocky smirk painted his face, beaming at you from below, almost distracting you from the fact that this massive man was peeling your silky panties away and breathing against your cunt.
âI never thought thatâŚoh my god...â
Syâs bearded kiss teased your inner thigh, the sense of his thick beard brought tingles and burns, while higher and higher, his mouth climbed, licking, tasting, driving you insane.
âYou thought that what, darlinâ? Hmm?â He kissed across your other thigh, his fist wrapping around the flimsy strap of your panties that now rested around your knees.
âI thought guys like you donât like girls like meâŚâ
âOh, darlinâ...â He chuckled softly, but then his fist made a sudden snap and tore your panties away.
You hardly had a moment to jolt, let alone realise what the Captain was doing and he already raked your ass into his grip and swept you off the counter. A strong, firm hand carried you in a wild whirlpool and thenâthud!âyour ass smacked on the dinner table with such might that the pans hanging from the cupboard rattled in shock.
âDonât really care about guys like me, darlinâ. Truth is I wanted you from the moment I first saw you,â Sy breathed, squeezing your rear with one hand while the other urgently fumbled with his belt. Every muscle in your body twitched at the metallic echo of his buckle snapping, your gaze swiftly dropped to his groin, and your spine stiffened with a feverish chill.
His chest puffed as he fisted his cock, sheer pride adorning his face. His thumb was rolling back and forth over the glistening crown, smearing the opaline drops all over his glistening flesh.
âSee how badly I want you?â He offered an arrogant smirk and leaned closer to graze his shaft between your drenched petals. Astonished, you wailed for him, anguished by the way he teased your slit, brushing no more than the edge of his girth against your opening but refraining from going inside.
âI want you too!â you piously whined, absentmindedly digging your nails into his nape.
Low growls escaped his hot mouth, while his breath shuddered, a clear signal that he could also neither stall for another moment. Eagerly, he pressed his lips to your temple and panted, âForgive me, babygirl. This round I wonât be the southern gentleman I usually am. I promise Iâll eat that sweet juicy peach until you scream, but not before Iâll pump it full of cream.â
Unable to hold much more, he gripped both your thighs and hauled you toward him with the might of a furious bull shredding through silk.
A crescendo of breathless cries soared within the cosy room, vulgar and rough - the Captain filled you, sparing no moment to let you adjust to his impossible size. Deeper he forced through your cavern until you ached and clung to him with a sharp yelp of disbelief. How could he even fit you?
Astonishment painted both your faces as he began to move, prying your mouths agape in a shared breath. Lost but finally found, you felt whole by this union, by him fulfilling the lonely space within you like a puzzle piece falling into place.
âYou are just like I imagined." His voice was almost a desperate howl, his eyes veiled with a dream-like haze of pleasure once he pushed into you again. âYou feel so good.â
You wished to respond, to say how long you wanted it too, feeling sad and envious every night you heard him taking another girl. But Syverson pounded the air right out of your lungs with every collision his body made into you.
The only thing that spurred from your open maw was the husky wail that rose higher and louder while your womb dutifully squeezed with the pressure of his intrusion; your narrow canal stretched to further welcome him until you felt you will never belong to another man.
A great part of you was thankful you couldnât articulate a word, afraid you might say something horribly embarrassing and absurd.
Though words werenât needed. Sy felt it with every inch of him submerged in you. Thumbs dug deep into your muscles to hold you in place, he drove into you further, taking you in a brutal rhythm, yet not without style.
âDonât! Donât stop! Fuck me!â You managed to scream. Mrs Parker surely heard you by now and knew exactly what you were doing, but you were far from caring at that point.
There, in the tepid penumbra of the kitchen, surrounded by the storm of your reverent moans, cries, and lustful sweat, you cared nothing of the consequences as your roommate ploughed you on the old wooden table like the obedient soldier he was with no barrier used to protect you.
All you wanted was the width of that ventured through you, the fiery heat that poured into your pit, and the warmth of his chest and shoulders pressing into your body.
Syverson must have needed it just as much, for he snapped one hand to the cleavage of your dress and with an unmannered tug, forced it down to your torso along with your bra.
Taken by your beauty, his eyes briefly drank in the sight of your body before they returned to meet your glare again. It was at that moment when the thick layer of ice that always covered his stare completely dissolved.
âFuck, youâre beautiful!â Sy rasped and squeezed your breasts, âAnd all mine. I want you to be mine, darlinâ!â
His words riddled you with wild shivers, a sudden whirlpool of sensations assailing your chest. Devout as sea nymph succumbing to the ocean's might, you fell to your elbows and allowed Syverson to take whatever he needed from you.
âTell me what you want, darlinâ.â You heard him utter.
Shrouded in illogical despair that clouded your mind, you squirmed your hips in fervour to meet his thrusts. All could think of was him unloading inside you, the thought of his seed - hot and fertile in your womb - bringing a sequence of quakes and tremors so intense you erupted with ecstasy.
âLogan,â Your voice broke, body tingling as waves of white-hot pleasure submerged you, âI want you to come, I want you to come inside me!â
All hell broke loose. With your walls still clamped around him, Sy snapped with an onslaught of savage ruts, fucking you with such might that the entire table creaked and scratched the floor; the little fruit bowl that sat in the middle tipped over and crashed on the floor, sending apples and peaches to roll freely on the floor.
Still too tight, too pressured, you wailed. The edge of his cock slammed into your cervix, spawning tendrils of both pain and pleasure to weave together. A little more of this pleasure and you would die, you fretted.
But your fear was undone along with your sweet senses, euphoria flowing hot within your tendons once again.
Bathed by golden bliss, you encompassed Sy, embracing him tightly, both legs, arms and your silken walls that suckled around his thickening cock.
Reduced to nothing but carnal need, Sy let out a peal of hoarse moans. No thoughts ran through his head other than the need to paint your womb with his seed. Unrelenting, he grabbed onto your rear and charged with selfish, ruthless intent.
âIâm going to come, oh god.â
One last powerful slam and he came into you in an abundance; hot and rich it pooled inside you, overflowing until no space remained and the milky elixir seeped out of your seams. Still grounding you, Syâs pace gradually slowed and his eyes fell to stare at his cock as it throbbed and twitched with the final gush of his cum.
âThat was amazing⌠you were amazing,â he panted and swallowed to wet his parched throat.
A dark glint sparked his gaze as he carefully pulled from between your walls and glanced at the generous pond of white cream that dripped from your gaping hole.
For a brief moment, any trace of civility in him faded, leaving nothing but an unwitted caveman who was undoubtedly proud of his handiwork. Peering down at the mess between your thighs, the blood suddenly rushed to your head and the hairs on the back of your neck bristled.
âFuckâŚfuck fuck!â
What have you done?
To say that dozen different thoughts ran in clattering chaos within your head would have been an understatement - every possible âwhat if?â scenario tormented you at once, while the possibility that you just let your very active-military-duty-roommate knock you up - was the loudest of them all.
And there he was, still buried inside you, a gentle thrum stirring where the two of you remained connected and you didnât even know what he was to you right now.
âFuture father of my child?â You jested bitterly while berating yourself over and over again.
'Stupid, stupid, stupid! so fucking stupid. What if this was just him letting off some steam?'
Licking his upper lip, Sy sharply inhaled. As if to quiet your nerves or comfort you, he planted a chaste kiss on your forehead before departing from your cove with a low growl rumbling on his throat.
âTowel⌠towelâŚâ
It seemed that his mannerism abruptly returned, or perhaps it was the guilt. Scratching the back of his head, he rummaged about the kitchen while motioning you to stay put.
âOver⌠over... there,â you motioned toward the checkered towel that hung loosely from the ovenâs handle.
Sy reached for it, hastily cleaning his semi-hard shaft before moving to stand between your thighs once more. His eyes grew focused and silent as a drowsy summer lake, while he wiped you clean in the tenderness of a long-time lover.
You couldnât help but stare, you wished you could share his stillness - raw and already sore, you attempted to loosen your clenching throat and heaving chest, abashed by the hiss of your breath and by the visible quake in your bucking arms.
Whatever remaining energy you have in you waned at every passing second.
âAre you okay?â
You flinched at his question, trembling even more.
Noticing your distress, he placed on hand on your leg and caressed you gently, trying to reassure you with a grin and another chaste kiss on the base of your knee.
âDid I fuck the words right outtaâ your brain?â
If you hadnât felt so guilty, ashamed and incredibly stupid, you would have snorted at his poor joke, instead, you swatted a hand over your forehead and shrugged. âI think soâŚâ you lied.
The fear in your voice was not absent to Syverson, whose face fell to unmistakable dread. Discarding the towel, he chewed onto his inner cheeks in what you could only interpret as his nervous habit. With his warm palm wrapped across your knee, he gave a light squeeze.
âHey, look at me.â
Blue shimmering kindness met your gaze, attempting to disperse over your anxiety.
âI meant what I said, IâŚâ he halted, swallowing a deep gulp of courage.
You meant to open your mouth and retort when Syverson shook his head and sighed as if this was a scene he had already witnessed numerous times before, âyou donât see me this way, do you?â
Within seconds you realised - behind Syversonâs arrogant facade hid a vulnerable schoolboy, standing in front of the girl and waiting for her to say yes.
âDonât be an idiot, sugarbutt,â you half-whispered and stroked a hand over his furry cheek.
Though he avoided smiling, a glint of joy lit his eyes. He made a quick attempt in fixing your dress, which felt like someone trying to tape together a broken vase and after a short struggle, finally gave up and with a mumbled apology let you off the table and wrapped his hands around your wrists.
Your once-lovely kitchen had seen better days, though you suspected you looked far worse. No matter how many times you tried to keep your dress together, the red straps of your dress continued to slip down your forearms.
'You owe me a dress, Logan...'
"We will clean up this mess, tomorrow?" Sy suggested, surveying the kitchen with a sigh. His eyes met with the shame that stained the table and you both cleared your throat but said nothing more.
Nearly an hour passed. Spent on the couch you munched on hot popcorn and watched a film you could only describe as the most horrendous piece of cinematic trash ever made. But your heart was hardly in it, anyway. Pressed into his chest, your fingers clutched onto his pectoral, trying to force away from the concern that swam heavily in your gut and on occasion gnawed at it like a pesky little fish.
âWhat if? What if? What if?â Your mind screamed along with the actress in the movie who was running toward her doom.
As if sensing your dread, Sy squeezed his hand around your shoulder and nuzzled your cheek, silencing each one of your doubts and fears, at least until sunrise.
"Happy First Look for Highlander! This has been quite the journey for me, which I'll tell you all about when the time is right, but it's a special moment to be able to share this. I hope you enjoy." â HENRY CAVILL | IG - Jan. 28.2026
I've entirely lost motivation and desire to write. Maybe it's just my regular seasonal depression, but I'm taking a break from stuff. And also this site. After I hibernate, maybe I'll be be better in a few months.
Eyes That See Summary: Your life has consisted of caring for others. This is a story of you learning to care for yourself.
Eyes That See Part 28 Summary: After an eventful day, you and SyâŚgo to bed.
Words: 13.5k
TW: smut. oral sex (f and m receiving), p-in-v sex, body worship, readerâs poorly-hidden praise/creampie kinks (visual)
A/N: ten points if anyone can tell me what Y/N is unspeakingly worried about the second she wakes up before getting breakfast
Holding each other under the spray of the shower, you and Sy slowly start to sway. The movement is soothing but soon changes; Syâs erection rhythmically slides against your stomach in a way that becomes too evident to be accidental, and the moment turns from soft and romantic to heated and romantic. You glance up at him and watch his expression grow heady, almost like heâs drunk.Â
Suddenly, youâre taken back to standing by the car outside your dadâs place where Sy, unable to stop touching and kissing you, made it known just how much he wants you. And hell, you want him. When he bends and places his forehead against yours, youâre overwhelmed by just how much, and you close your eyes.
Silently, almost sacred, both your hands get more exploratory, creating paths over each otherâs slick skin, fingers gently gripping what they can. You touch the swell of his muscular ass and then his lower back before sliding your hands up his stomach and chest, ultimately holding onto his shoulders for good. Likewise, he squeezes your ass, too, then trails one hand up your waist before stopping at one of your breasts, cupping and squeezing.
He starts running his thumb over your nipple, and within seconds of your first little shaky and inadvertent sound of contentment, he finally covers your mouth with his. Straightaway, he pours into the kiss so much you feel your knees buckle, and as your hands move to grip the back of his neck, he pulls you in even closer to steady you.Â
You pour into the kiss just as much, widening your mouth and meeting his tongue with equal pressure, communicating together. His kisses say he loves you, heâs proud of you, you amaze him every dayâYour kisses say you love him, heâs the best man youâve ever known, youâre so happy to have him in your life.Â
Right after your mouths start making sounds together, Sy detaches from you and just stares at your face for a few moments. Almost regretfully, like heâd like to stay like this, he gives you a look before standing up straight and loosening his hold on you. Your arms fall to your sides as you watch him take a step backwards and turn off the water.
Sy opens the shower curtain next, and youâre momentarily upset at the sudden temperature change and loss of body contact, but the look he gives you as he helps you step out onto the bare tile of the bathroom tells you that itâll all be worth it soon. Heâs not going anywhere.
Sy throws a spare towel on the ground for you both to use as a bath-mat, but still, water drips all over the floor. You donât care. As you both towel yourselves dry, itâs back to the same heaviness as before, that same anticipatory buzzing as there was on the car ride here. Itâs that feeling of having an invisible string attached to one another so that where one person goes, so does the other. You also could compare it to a magnet, or a shadow, even. Itâs a bond that allows you both to communicate with just your eyes. Youâre growing more confident with it all the time.
Amidst all of that, thereâs still something off-setting about the sudden brightness of the bathroom compared to the relative dimness behind the shower curtain, though, like youâve just left a dark movie theater and have stepped outside into too-bright sunshine. With the bathroom door remaining open this entire time, no steam has fogged up the room at allânor the giant mirror above the long counterâand strangely, you donât want to be entirely naked right now. And though you know thereâs literally no reason whatsoever to feel self-conscious, you wrap your towel across your chest and secure it, anyway.Â
Thatâs when Sy pushes you against the counter with two firm hands on your hips. He kisses you, but itâs soft and itâs shortânot a continuation of the long, sensual kisses from a second ago. In the next breath, he coaxes you to turn around to face the mirror, and you follow his unspoken instruction. Putting all your focus on Syâs reflection, you donât look at yourself at all.
The feeling of Syâs hard body standing behind you entirely naked and entirely possessive is one thing; the image of it is something else. One of his bare legs is visible to the side of your towel, the quadricep muscle locked tight and the flattened hair on his upper thigh almost teasing. If he moved just an inch to the side, heâd reveal his dark pubic hair, and another inch to the sideâŚeven more. It looks like a photograph.
Sy bends down to gently kiss your shoulder and then the back of your neck. His beard, trimmed and groomed specifically for this trip, is soft and somewhat wet against your skin. âI wanna fuck you in front of a mirror like this some time,â he murmurs, making your eyes go big. âSo you can see what I see.â
That sounds like a very difficult idea for you to imagine finding comfort in, but still, youâre automatically nodding, whispering, âOkay.âÂ
Syâs fingers twitch atop your thighs. âYeah?â He presses himself even closer to you, letting you feel how hard he is. âGonna let me?â
âWould let you do anything,â you breathlessly and honestly answer, and he chuckles. For a brief moment, your eyes meet in the mirror, and he gives you a little smile that you instantly return.
The atmosphere is suddenly tender. âExcept you wouldnât,â he says as he slides a hand around to rest over the terry-cloth covering your stomach. âNot if you didnât like it.â
You close your eyes and sigh, leaning your head back against his chest. âI always like what you do.â
âDo you?â
âMhm.â Even if it takes mental effort to try to not be embarrassed by it.Â
Syâs other hand trails up the side of your stomach, too, and stops at the bottom swell of your breast.Â
âBut you would tell me if you didnât,â he confidently coaxes while his head dips to the other side of your neck. Your affirmative response must vibrate from your throat onto his lips because afterwards, he hums appreciatively.
Still, he must want you to speak aloud. He cups your breast and pointedly asks, âWouldnâtchu?â
âYeah, Sy,â you practically whisper. âI'd tell you.â
Whereas there was heat and impatience earlier in the evening, now, after the shower, thereâs a special type of softness in Sy that he only shows to you and you alone. He purposefully does not remove your towel. He does, however, undo the clasp of your necklace, and he carefully places it on the countertop.Â
âTurn back around, sweetheart.â
Feeling under a spell, you listen and look up at him, and while he leans down, you push yourself up on your toes. This kiss is long. Open-mouthed, deep, and indulgent, you get swept away almost instantly and flatten your feet on the bathroom floor. Your center of focus is your mouths moving together, your tongues sharing warmth. To keep yourself from floating away, your hands lightly come to rest on Syâs lovehandles.Â
Within a second, Sy grunts as he hefts you up onto the counter, and you barely have time to hiss at the coldness underneath your thighs before heâs already planting his hands there and pulling you towards him entirely. From the strain of his muscles, you can tell heâs preparing to entirely lift you up, and with a gasp, you quickly lift your arms to lock around his neck. While youâre trying to cross your ankles at his lower back, heâs already walking out of the bathroom.
Your bare pussy makes minor contact with his stomach with every other strong step he takes, and you know he must feel it. His expression gives away nothing as he carefully lays you on the mattress and hovers over you while you lean back and adjust yourself.Â
Itâs almost imperceptible, but you catch it, anywayâa small wince on Sy's face, a consequence of carrying you. You instantly disentangle your legs from around his back and move to the middle of the bed. It gives him space to lay down next to you, and once there, he half-covers your body with his own.
You lift a hand to his neck. âYouâve been walking too much this weekend,â you worry aloud, keeping your voice quiet.
Sy makes a noise of acknowledgement at that, but as usual, doesnât offer any further comment. You roll onto your left side and gently touch his chest. Sitting up a bit, you firmly push against his skin. âLay back.â
Sy raises an eyebrow and stares at you until you sigh and roll your eyes. You push yourself up even more and wait for him to move onto his back. âJust roll over,â you chuckle. âLay back.â
Reluctantly, he listens. âBossinâ me around already,â he mutters with a glint in his eyes.
After moving to sit up all the way, you carefully lift your right leg over his waist and get situated, putting your knees on the mattress and bending your legs to fit snug against the sides of his stomach. Orâas snug as possible. Heâs so wide that you do the best you can. While you tilt and begin to lower your face, Sy holds you at the hips.
Long and slow, you press your lips to Syâs. âPuttinâ you in your place, I thought it was,â you quietly say into his mouth, ending it by licking his upper lip.Â
âWhatever it is,â Sy utters in between another kiss, âfeel free to keep doinâ it.â
You smile and settle all of your lower body weight on Sy, no longer just hovering over him. When your pussy makes actual contact with the flat hair on his lower stomach, Sy immediately pulls you in even closer, humming appreciatively. Not being able to help it, you roll your hips backwards a little bit and then forward again, and a little whimper escapes your throat. In a way that has nothing to do with just having showered, youâre wet.
After exchanging even more slow and heated kisses, you sit up all the way. Not breaking eye-contact with Sy, you lift your hands to the top of the towel youâre wearing. Slowly, you take the fabric apart, and just as slowly, you let it fall onto his legs.Â
Like he hadnât just literally showered with you mere minutes ago, Syâs eyes eagerly take in your nudity, parting his lips while unabashedly settling his gaze on your breasts. The heating unit by the far wall clicks on just then, almost drowning out his quietly-uttered, âGod, youâre so fuckinâ hot,â but not quite. You hear it and feel flushed all over.Â
This isn't a position you often find yourself in. On top of the blankets and on top of Sy, youâre more exposed than youâd normally be comfortable with, but the only illumination in the room is the dim light of the bathroom, plus Syâs looking up at you with such blatant desire that an unfamiliar sort of courage blooms inside you.Â
Itâs not just desire in his eyes, though. Itâs that intimate glint reserved just for you, what you recognize now as love. Only he gets to see you like this. This is yours to share with only one another.Â
Only you get to see him like thisâon his back, the hard lines of his face smoothed out, his serious eyes turned soft, gazing up at you like you're all there is in the room. Even though the weight of his attention is heavy at times, you yearn for it. And even though itâs hard at times to hear his compliments, you melt in his praise.Â
Inside, you know that thereâs nothing to be nervous about. He loves you. Youâre safe with him. Heâs proud of you.Â
You lean down again and take Syâs face in both hands, continuing to kiss him as long and as savoring as you want. He enthusiastically responds, and in no time, both of your jaws are opening and closing like waves while sharing wet, rippling kisses.Â
Without breaking your mouths apart, Sy touches you. He touches you everywhereâwith all parts of his hands. Fully caressing your breasts, thumbing over your nipples, sliding just his fingertips down the delicate skin over your ribcageâthatâs how he starts. Then he trails his hands over your thighs, letting you feel the callouses on his palms. Greedily, he slides back up to your breasts, cupping and squeezing where they're occasionally touching his own chest, then he moves to the long plane of your back. Eventually, he lowers his hands again to run along your legs, and ultimately, he lands on his destinationâyour ass.Â
While your faces gently continue to move left and right, you realize youâve been steadily squirming on Sy, getting the bottom of his happy trail damp. He grips both of your ass cheeks and firmly pulls you in even closer, and itâs evident that your movements havenât been unnoticed. Heâs encouraging them.
Your inner thighs are starting to get sticky, so much it's like you're sitting in oil. Itâs dirty, but feeling how wet his lower stomach has gotten because of you has you letting out one of your first obscene noises of the night, directly into Syâs mouth. You canât help but to undulate your hips even more against the slick-matted hair there.Â
Sy groans and lifts a hand to cup your jaw, fingertips splaying out towards the back of your head. âFeel good?âÂ
His strong hand suddenly on your face makes it hard for you to even move it, but, panting into his mouth, you answer with a little nod.
âYeah?â he whispers. The tip of your nose touches his while you nod again.
âKeep goinâ, baby,â he quietly urges. âLemme keep listeninâ to you.â
Closing your eyes, you start moving again, but itâs choppy. With all the attention on this specific thing now, borderline humiliation starts to creep in. Itâs like that morning you woke up rubbing yourself over Syâs thigh, stuck between drowsiness and consciousness, horniness and self-realization. Having it even brought up was enough for you to fully freeze at that moment.
Syâs voice is ardent when he says your name. In response to the tone of it, your eyes immediately open.Â
âGet outta your head with me,â he reminds you in a whisper. âJust keep feelinâ good.â
Giving him another little nod, you watch his face while you start to rut against his stomach againâstill slow, but purposefully and pleasurably soâjust little circles now. Sy really does seem to enjoy watching and listening to you, so you remind yourself again that even though this could come across as degrading with anyone else, you have no reason to be nervous. You can feel how hard his dick is directly behind your ass.Â
Your hands thatâve been holding Syâs face and neck move down to his chest, and you lightly prop yourself upwards, putting a little more space between your bodies. When the little circles youâre making start feeling really good, you softly whine, âOh, God.âÂ
Sy watches all he can between your bodies, eyes darting between your rocking pelvis and your tits directly in front of his face. âThere you go,â he murmurs, quiet quiet quiet. âThere you go.â
Your voices are almost too faint to hear under regular circumstances, but now, with everything so intimate, itâs only right for everything to be hushed. Every sound you make, though steadily becoming a little dirty-sounding, remains soft.Â
After moving his hand to the small of your back, Sy lets out a deep grumbling-sound when he feels the exact rhythm of how youâre rocking and gliding on top of him. You whimper as the near-constant lubrication and pressure on your clit rapidly becomes almost too pleasurable. Syâs dark eyes lift up to your face in time to see your eyebrows scrunching together, your mouth dropped open.
Youâre already close to coming, and you donât want that yetâjust on the off-chance that your body wonât cooperate doing it a second time later on. Itâs challenging, but you pointedly stop moving and offer Sy a sheepish look, heavily breathing above him before leaning down for a single kiss. Lowering yourself down his body the next instant, you kiss your way along his hairy chest and stomach, skipping a certain spot when it makes your face heat up.Â
Sy turns his head to the side and groans before widening both of his thick legs for you to situate yourself in between. Once there, you rest your head on the very top of his left leg and glance up at him without touching him at all. He reaches down and runs his hand over your hair in a petting motion. You softly smile as you begin to calm down from your earlier peak.Â
Lightly, you run a finger along Syâs cock, now pointing at his belly button and so erect that prominent veins are showing. His fingers tighten on your hair once you reach the slit at the top and begin spreading around his pre-cum with your fingertips.
âYouâre really hard,â you flit your eyes upwards and whisper.
He reaches down to grab his dick at the very bottom, holding it upright. âYeah,â he looks you directly in the eye and murmurs. âI am.â
You reach out and softly touch Syâs inner thigh next, noticing how pale it is compared to his other weather-darkened skin, how relatively hairless the area is compared to the rest of his legs. Next, you trail your fingers over the velvety skin of his balls, first at the crease and then each one individually. The more inward you focus, the thicker his hair becomes, and youâre lost in the pure masculinity of how it all looksâhis cock in his hand, his tight balls underneath, his pubic hair surrounding everything.Â
Gradually looking up his body, you take in all the hair atop his stomach and chest, moving your hand to slide upwards until thereâs enough to gently grip in your fist, then you glance even higher to study his beard.Â
Thereâs a sensation on your head, and you realize itâs Sy running his hand over your hair again. Finally, you look up at his eyes, but youâre distracted a second later when he slides his thumb along your cheek and rests it on your bottom lip, pushing.Â
You close your mouth around his offering, realizing that while youâve been resting your head on his leg, youâve begun to drool, almost enough to drip on his thigh. Immediately, with weight in your mouth, your eyes get heavy and slip closed.Â
The thumb goes away, and Sy says your name. Then he says baby. You squint open your eyes.Â
The room feels as hazy as your mind does when you finally lean inwards and lick Syâs cock where heâs angling it towards your mouth. Like time right now is heavy and slow. Like thereâs no rush for anything at all. Nothingâs urgent, and everythingâs just right. Like this is all there is.Â
You carefully lap up all the fluid at Sy's cockhead with little swirls of your tongue and listen to the hitches in his breath. After alternating with licking, sucking, and flickingâkeeping everything purposefully slowâSy starts taking in louder lungfuls of air.
When he removes his hand from the base of his cock, it jumps. Your hand instantly takes its place, and when you try to pull upwards, thereâs hardly any give. After a few more tortuously slow pulls, you finally shift so that youâre entirely centered between his legs, no longer with your head on his leg.
In this ongoing glow of confidence Syâs giving you, you look him in the eyes while you begin to lower your mouth againâthis time front and center. You feel addicted to all of this right nowâto him in your mouth, to the image of him laying like he is, broad and hairy and periodically lifting his head to look down at you only to throw it back on his pillow a second later. Watching Sy start to lose control of himself is one of the best things ever.Â
Ultimately, he shoves a few pillows behind his head and sits up a little bit so he can watch everything youâre doing. He places his hand on the back of your head again, and itâs a pleasant weight as you drop your mouth as low as you possibly can before sliding it back up. Slowly, you repeat the action several times until youâve drooled all over his dick, but even then, youâre not done messing around. You mouth and lick down the sides and back up with no real purpose but to hear Syâs breathing switch up with every new thing you do.
When you get him entirely in your mouth again, you start using your hand to stroke him in time. Even at your slow pace, Sy doesnât push on your head or rush you. He remains still, only letting out staccato breaths and short, sporadic grunts. You covet every one of them.
When he finally speaks, it's when you momentarily take your hand off him and lower your mouth as much as you possibly can. When you pull up to the tip again, you just lower your mouth again, starting to slowly bob your head and suck, and Sy lets out a long, quiet, and drawn-out, âYeaahh.â
To rest your cheeks, you remove your mouth after a while to just jerk him with your hand, but youâre sure to keep everything excruciatingly slow. Witnessing him still heavily gazing down at you, you look directly in his eyes while your hand moves, sticking your tongue out and circling it around the tip of his dick.Â
With his first soft-spoken swear of the night, his hand drops from your head down onto the mattress. Again, his vowel sound is lengthened, fricative as he grunts, âShii-iit.âÂ
He must like what he sees. Happily, you wiggle a little bit.
When you decide youâve teased enough, you finally lower your mouth again and instantly give the pressure and speed and suction you know he likes with your mouth, tongue, and hand. You start bobbing your head up and down, jerking him at the same time, and right away, heâs affected, groaning from deep within his chest.
âFuck, just like that,â he slurs, and the simple praise that he likes what youâre doing lights you up. With his dick in your mouth, you want to smile. You love making him feel good. âYeah. So fuckinâ good.â
You moan around him instantly. He smells and tastes like clean skin with an underlying layer of salt and arousal, and it makes your head feel even heavier. Your lust-droopy eyes slip closed while you fall into a rhythm thatâs quick yet still relatively unpredictable. Moving downwards and upwards, sometimes you repeatedly bob your head. Other times you keep your fist at the top to touch your lips while you suck extra hard and wildly circle your tongue. Mainly, you go by Syâs breathing and his soft cussing, moaning in satisfaction with the knowledge youâre doing good every time he praises you. You look up at him almost constantly.
Your free hand twitches on Syâs upper leg when you feel your pussy begin to clench on nothing at all, and you whine when the urge to grind against something returns. Breathing heavily through your nostrils, you shift onto your knees for a second before finally bowing your spine, sticking your ass up in some vain attempt to stop everything inside you from throbbing so much. Just then, Syâs hips fiercely jump upwards, causing his dick to stab your tonsils.
âFuck, baby, shit,â he sharply lets out right as you cough, and from his tone, itâs him apologizing.
Sy can always control himself right up until the second heâs about to come. Youâve learned that heâll only thrust his hips upwards when heâs right on the edge. Heâs too considerate otherwise, even going so far as to entirely back out of your mouth if he hears you choking even a little.Â
This time you encourage it, reaching underneath to grip his ass-cheek and literally pull him deeper inside your mouth, but with tightly coiled legs and a firm grip on your hair from out of nowhere, everything suddenly stills. Though you try to resist, Syâs strong when he pulls you off his dick with a loud popping sound, and a long string of saliva trails from your mouth as you look up at him. He swears under his breath, but you canât hear what he actually says. You just keep looking at him.
âCâmere, darlinâ,â he mutters like itâs not the first time heâs said it, nudging your hair. âCâmere.â
He must not want to come yet, either. You climb back up to straddle his waist again, feeling his hands instantly settle on your hips. Heavily breathing, you wipe your hand across your lips, then you fish for more praise.Â
âGood?â you ask with a smile, your voice scratchy.
Again, Syâs hands begin to move everywhere, and they wonât stop. They run up and down your sides, around to your back and then down to your ass, then up your back again only to slide around to your breasts.
âYeah, baby, so good, perfect,â Sy indulges, even though heâd told you that already. Just massaging your breasts together, he groans, slow and deep. âYouâre so fuckinâ perfect.â
You want to say No, Iâm not, but you remind yourself that to Sy, you are, so you just offer a small smile.
He moves his hands to your hips and pulls. âGet back down here.â
With so many pillows still behind his back, heâs propped up, and itâs easy to move until youâre entirely pressed against his chest. The moment you wrap your hands around his thick neck and press your lips onto his, however, he yanks the pillows away and lays back on the mattress, taking you with him.
After letting out a little gasp and then a little chuckle, you tilt your head to the side and actually kiss Sy, laying your chest flat against his. Minutely, you simultaneously begin moving your hips in little circles again, just something to ease the ache, and then he starts talking into your mouth.
âFuck.â Syâs hands come to rest on your ass, and he squeezes each cheek generously. âYouâre so fuckinâ hot, Y/N. So pretty.â
With a whine, your eyes close instantly. Youâre rubbing your bare cunt across his stomach and you both have the taste of his dick in your mouths, and heâs calling you pretty.Â
Behind you, Sy reaches downwards and takes hold of himself. You feel a smear of liquid against your ass-cheek then the slow tell-tale movements of his hand pulling up and down, and it gives you the brief burst of courage you need to brace a hand on his chest to lift your upper body entirely up.Â
While Syâs lazily stroking himself behind you, you push your upper body up and start grinding your hips again, a little more evidently this time since this foreplay apparently has no time-limit and both of you are obviously really fucking into it. It feels like it should be dirty, so dirtyâfucking without fuckingâbut with your eyes trained intently on one anotherâs, all it feels is right. It feels so good, there's no way it's anything but right.Â
A few moments of pleasure later, you slightly lift yourself so you can slide down Syâs upper thighs. Beckoning him to move his hand off himself, you move even further down his legs until you can look down and see his cock. Carefully, carefully, you lower yourself, cover Syâs dick with your pussy, and start to slide your wetness upwards from root to tip.Â
Syâs mouth widely drops open, and he strains his neck while looking down, breathing through only his mouth. When his eyes flicker up to your face, itâs like he canât believe what heâs seeing. âFuck, baby,â he lets out, all in one hotly exhaled breath.Â
Sy goes back to staring at your gliding pussy lips encasing his dick before briefly looking up at you again. âWatch,â he tells you. âWatch with me.â
You look down for only a second and have to close your eyes.
âNuh-uh. Watch.â
âSy.â
âTell me what it feels like.â
You whine while continuing to move.
He grunts in response. âLook how fuckinâ wet you're makinâ me.â
After you look down again, Sy reaches out for your tits like heâs starved. When he gets both your breasts in his large hands, he moves his thumbs around and around your pebbled nipples, obsessed, and you just canât take it anymore. You need more. Youâve gotta have more. Everything isâ
Sy slightly pinches one of your nipples, and you cry out. âWhatâs it feel like?â
âReally good,â you whisper quickly, almost feeling frantic. âReally, really good.â
You lean one hand down on Syâs chest. Reaching down with the other hand, you take hold of his slick cock and angle it straight up. You want him inside you now.Â
Your leg muscles clench as you lift up and then impulsively begin sinking down to match up with the tip of Sy, but when you feel his cockhead make contact with your dripping pussy and just barely breach inside, you freeze.
Your face darts up to look at Sy, and you honest-to-God whine. He looks at you momentarily like youâre crazy for stopping, then he taps your leg. âMy bag, fuck,â he says almost urgently. âThe left.â
Youâre frustrated that you canât just stretch out and reach into Syâs bag from your current position. You have to climb over him until youâre on the side of the bed, then you have to lean down to unzip the pouch on the left of his gym back. When all you find is a pocket-knifeâwhat the fuck did he pack a pocket-knife forâyou then have to unzip the pouch on the right.Â
âDammit, the other left,â you mutter.
You grab a packet from the small box and instantly climb back on top of Syâs thick thighs. You try to rip open the foil, and even though your hands aren't even slippery or anything, you struggle. âI-Shit, Sy, I canâtâget thisâfuckingââ
Youâre about to give up and just use your teeth to open the package when Sy reaches out to take it from you. âYouâre handsâre shakinâ,â he murmurs, eyebrows touching.
You look down at your hands and can feel the anticipatory anxiety in them, like theyâre full of crawling ants.
âHey.â Sy waits until you look at him. âYou okay?â
âYeah.â Quickly, you nod. âI just feel reallyâa lot.â
âYou are a lot.â
You smirk. âYou're a lot. This is a lot,â you gesture between your bodies and reply. âItâsâŚalways a lot.â
Sy looks you down and back up. âThis still okay?â he asks, and God, heâhe just knows you so well. Knows how new situations make you nervous even if theyâre something you want. âYou okay like this?â
You neither shake nor nod your head. You just lean down to kiss him. When your lips break, he says, âI need words.â
You swallow. âYeah,â you answer, but your voice comes out nervous. You remember the conversation you'd had not even thirty minutes ago in the car, how you and Sy were literally discussing your preference for him being in charge because it makes you feel less nervous knowing you don't have to control everything.Â
âŚBut no oneâs saying he isnât in control like this. You were on top of him on the couch that one timeâthat time you were on your back laying on top of himâso you repeat yourself, a little less shaky, âYeah. Iâm good.â
âAnd whatâre you gonna do if you ainât feelinâ it?â
You look down and smile a little bit. âGonna let you know.âÂ
Sy tears open the condom packet and takes out the slippery latex, instantly looking down as he rolls it on himself. He pinches the end before holding his dick fully upright at the top, and you just stare down at him with your mouth open. God, heâs hot.
âSy?â
He looks up right away.Â
âJustâlike, keep talkinâ to me.â
He gives you that sideways little smile, and he reaches out to pull your face down to his. With your lips just millimeters apart, he quietly whispers, âBaby. With you ridinâ my dick, ainât no way you could shut me up.â
Quickly, you breathe, and youâre so close to him that you canât even see both his eyesâyou have to focus on just one. Sy rests his free hand on your thigh and slightly squeezes, spurring you to lift yourself for him. As if drawn together, you both instantly and innately move to uniteâyou getting upright again and lifting your hips, Sy holding himself to seek out your heat. Sinking down where you feel his fingers, you match up, and you continue lowering yourself until the head of his cock just barely pops inside you. Once you drop just a tiny bit more, Sy moves his hand away and grasps your other thigh.Â
Already feeling a stretch, you lower yourself a tiny bit at a time, soundlessly gasping when you rise back up again. Repeatedly, you do this, and you're rewarded by Sy's heavy breathing and the most lust-filled expression imaginable on his face.Â
âYeah, keep goinâ,â he murmurs, dazed and gravelly and giving you all you need to keep going. âYou can take it all.â
You lean a hand down onto Syâs chest and slowly keep working your hips up and down. You know you can take all of himâyou know it. The lower you go, though, the more resistance it feels like there is, like you're just not going to be able to get the lower half inside in this position. You let out a whine, and Sy brings one of his hands up to the back of your head, beckoning you to cover his mouth with yours again.Â
Once more, you fall forward. Once more, your humid mouths slot together. Youâll never get tired of kissing this man, so you start up with the same fervor youâd shared earlier, tongues going crazy, tasting and exploring his mouth, moaning into it because you love him and he makes you feel good.
Sy starts shallowly pushing upwards to match your careful movements downwards. After a few seconds, he takes hold of your hips, strongly thrusts upwards, and simultaneously pulls your body down. Within a second, youâre speared on his dick, bodies connected as much as physically possible, and both of you sound out as one.Â
Your noise is more of a quiet scream than a moan; itâs like Syâs cock has pushed through a barrier thatâs led to an explosion of pleasure on the other side of it. As you let out a shaky whimper at how good everything feels already-not even really moving yetâSy lets out a deep noise like heâs been injured, like heâs been punched in the stomach.Â
You look at his face to witness his features tightly contorted in what looks like pain. His mouth is taut, his teeth clenched. His hands are gripping your hips so firmly that it almost aches. It takes a second, but you're finally able to get out, âSyâbabyâare you all right?â
He lets out a noise almost like a laugh, but again, like everything else going on with him right now, itâs strained. âFuck, are you?â He finally opens his eyes, and they're heavy-lidded and dark.
âYeah, itâsââ God, your pussyâs throbbing around Sy, like a heartbeat you feel throughout your entire body. âItâs really good.â
His fingers twitch where theyâre digging into your skin. âYou feel fuckinâ amazinâ.âÂ
âSy,â you desperately moan, and for a moment, you feel a little crazy. Itâs so fucking much that you feel out of your mind. How is it like this? How is it always like this?
You slot your mouth to Syâs again right before you start lifting yourself up his shaft, andâoh, thatâs a sound you recognize. Youâve never heard Sy make whatever noise that was a second ago, but the ones nowâthe ones heâs letting out into your mouthâyou know. Your lips curve into a smile in the middle of a kiss.
Breaking the kiss momentarily, you watch his face as you lift your hips up again. The look he gives you is almost dark. When his hands travel from your hips to the backs of your legs, cupping your ass, you're half-expecting him to entirely flip you over.Â
He doesnât. Instead, one hand remains grasping one ass cheek while his other starts to travel to the middle. Like it's nothing, he trails an index finger down the tight crease of skin under your tailbone and then lightly over your dry hole. He goes lower until you feel his touch against where youâre stretched around his cock. After cursing between his teeth, he moves that hand to your ass cheek again.
âGod, you're so tight.â
âMmm.â
You try to stay slow, just trying out what feels the best for you and what elicits the most sounds from Sy, little by little getting used to the stretch, body reshaping itself around him.
If his half-moon eyes and slack jaw are any indication, he likes when you ride just the tip of him. He likes when you take all of him inside, too, going almost all the way up and sinking down with your full body weight. He also likes when you donât move much at all and simply grind and circle your hips against him. Youâre so worked up that you do it all.
You donât mean to, but your mind momentarily drifts somewhere for a secondâand you know you shouldnât be in your head at all right now, but you canât help it. Itâs hard to stop thinking for long enough to actually get into a rhythm of something. You want Sy to tell you what to do.
Sy must clock your nervousness. While putting his hand on the back of your head, he simultaneously leans upwards and pulls you into another heated kiss, seeming to realize that kissing is calming. Without breaking from your mouth, he falls back to the mattress and takes you with him again. Keeping your legs bracketed at the sides of Syâs stomach, your hands slide upwards to wrap around his neck. Appreciatively, Syâs own hands run up and down the long lines of your bare back once youâre crouching so close over him that your hair drops onto his face.
âWhat dâyou like the best, like this?â you whisper. âWhat do you want?âÂ
âJust make yourself feel good, baby.â Sy smiles as he slides his hands down to your ass. âThatâs what I want. I wanna see you do whatchu want.â
Okay. You trust him. You trust him with all parts of you. Now you can actually let go. Those are his directionsâjust do what you want.
You nod at him.Â
âYeah?â he whispers. âYou gonna be good and take whatchu want?â
âGood God,â you utter. Shakily, you press a whisper of a kiss on his lips, then you begin moving again, with rhythm, with purpose, working on chasing pleasure again. Encouragingly, Sy cups your ass cheeks and repeatedly helps lift you up, almost to the point where heâs doing all the work, but mainly just setting the pace before moving his hands to other parts of you.
Only when you get into an addictive rhythm does Sy start fucking his hips up, and after he bends his legs and plants his feet on the mattress, you both gently start to glide and crash together.Â
You kiss him again and again and whimper into his mouthâquiet little sounds exiting the back of your throat in time with every quickening breath you let out. âSyyy.â
Soon you start actually moaning instead of whimpering through heavy breaths, and Sy follows, deeply groaning, as well. In two separate octaves, you move in time and share reserved passion. âMmm, mhmm.â
Even though itâs more for you to coordinateâmaking out and fuckingâinstinct takes over. You both massage one anotherâs tongues with the same rhythm that your bodies are uniting with, and with Syâs hands touching your ass and your breasts and your legs and your neck, with his groans filling your mouth, your speed gradually increases.
So do your sounds.Â
âOh, my God.â
âYeah,â Sy says encouragingly, deep and low.Â
Though you want to, you grow too exerted to continue kissing nonstop. The air between your noses and mouths gets too humid once you both start to sweat, so you push your hands against his chest again to lift your upper body up. Instantly, Sy pushes himself up with his hands on the mattress and, clearly not one to lay still, begins placing open-mouthed kisses along the side of your neck.Â
You hold onto Syâs shoulders just as heâs taking your breasts in both hands. The angle is different now, and instead of moving up and down on him, you start grinding forward, making his dick press against some sharp spot inside of your pussy while your clit presses against his pubic bone.
âFu-uck,â you say through a choked-back moan when you feel him start mouthing at your nipples, then groaning against you, then lightly biting. Your face contorts at the sensation of your pussy being stretched, being filled, and, outside of that, you feeling utterly consumed and taken care of and safe and lit up. âSy, fuck.â
Frantically, you grab the back of Syâs neck with one hand while continuing to undulate your hips, and when heâs done kissing along your neck, he just stares down at you.Â
âGod, lookatchu.â
You look down at your bodies carnally grinding together, and to blindly chase everything, you begin rutting forward even faster. âLook at you.â
Everything in the world is focused on the sensations youâre washing yourselves in. Sy feels so good and smells so good and looks so good and sounds so good, encouraging you with his breathy grunts and shallow thrusts and constant whispers of dirty-sweet stuff into the hot air between your faces.
You both breathe heavily and remain otherwise quiet while just watching one another, but when Sy lets out a grunted âfuck,â his lips pursed like heâs concentrating real hard on something, he leans backwards to lay flat on the bed again. You lose some of the pressure on your clit when you become entirely upright, hands no longer on Syâs shoulders and neck for leverage anymore but down by your legs instead.Â
At the new angle, you start to slightly bounce instead of grind, and though you miss how it felt shallowly rubbing your entire pussy against him, itâs made better when Sy takes both of your hands in his and simply holds them while looking up at you and then down where youâre connecting. You clench your leg muscles and start truly riding him, mouth falling open. This is nice, too. This is so nice, too.
âOh, shit.â
âYeah, câmon,â he mumbles, staring all over your body in a daze. âBaby, you got no idea how good you look right now.â
You smile at himâor you try to. It could just be with your eyes. Youâre glad Sy likes talking in bedâeven if he just does it for your sake. The only difference between tonight and any other night is that whenever he speaks, itâs with a low, hushed whisper, making everything even more personal.Â
His hands move to the area around your hips, not touching but just hovering there. He stares at the spot your bodies are joining for a long time before throwing his head to the side then looking back up at your face. He sounds drunk when he lets out, âSo lucky tâ have you like this.â
âSy, oh my God,â you whine, and you say it because you canât formulate anything else whatsoever to say, but what you mean isâyouâre so fucking big, I feel so fucking good, I love you so fucking much.
Youâre overwhelmed. This is too much. Itâs all so much. It feels amazing, but it feels like youâre out of control. Your mouth is beard-burned and is letting out noises with every breath you take, and you can't even help it any longerânot the sounds themselves nor the volume of them. Your breasts are moving in a way that probably looks weird and your face probably looks screwed up, yet all you can do is just speed up even more.Â
âSo fuckinâ lucky, baby, God.â
You try to keep yourself from outrightly keening in pleasure. âI'mââ
âYouâre beautiful,â Sy utters while his eyes travel all over the place, mainly at your chest. âThatâs whatchu are. Fuckinâ perfect for me.â
Your answer is a moan. You and Syâs noises mix beautifully in symphony, his deep and low grunts and your higher-pitched whines and melodic moans. In between curses, Sy heavily pants. Heâs looking at you with such an intense expression, reverent and heated and fucked-out all at once.Â
âFuck, I canât-â you curse when you feel your legs start tiring out. âFuck.â
Sy's eyes turn wide, almost concerned. âIâm sorryâfuck, I canât, Sy,â you tell him, slowing down and slightly wincing as your muscles burn.
âI gotchu,â he says while thrusting up now, matching your pace from a moment ago. You lean forward again and put one hand on the middle of his chest, and almost immediately, he grabs your forearm, having you falling on top of him entirely, tits smushing against his pecs.
âOh, shit.â
âYouâre so fuckinâ hot,â he says as you lean your body to the left and start kissing and biting and sucking on Syâs neck. âSo good. You got no ideaââ
Your forehead falls onto his neck, and you grip at any skin you can find as firmly as you can while you try to move as quickly as possible in rhythm with Sy, this time using your ass muscles to assist instead of your burning quads. You dig your knees into the mattress and rest the tops of your feet on Syâs legs, and when you canât keep your eyes open any longer, they close in bliss.
âOh, fuck.â Fingers digging into your skin, Sy lets out a long grunt when you start moving quickly enough for your skin to slap together. âOh, shit. âM gonna fuckinâ come if you donât slow down.â
You open your eyes long enough to smile at him, biting your lower lip. Thatâs what you want. You want it so bad. He always makes you feel so good, and now youâre making him feel goodâyouâre feeling good together. If possible, you move quicker, practically riding just the tip of his dick at this point, all while keeping your upper body laying on his.
Sy smacks your ass. âGonna come if you donât quit,â he warns again, faster than he ever speaks.Â
The idea of stopping makes no sense, and despite the aches in your legs that you can still feel even using different muscles, your body just canât do it. You canât stop. You want him to come. You tell him so. âI want you to.â
The instant Sy physically grabs your hips to still you, you whine. âY/N,â he warns through clenched teeth.
When he can, he always wants you to watch you finish first, and you get thatâs why heâs being like this. But just because you wonât be coming first obviously doesnât mean he canât watch you just a minute later, so you give him bedroom eyes and say, âBut itâs what I want, baby, please.â
Syâs breathing gets more stifled when you start moving with frenetic purposeâbring him to climax, watch it all, feel it all. Because you feel some sort of power right now, and because his dirty talk has somewhat rubbed off on you, you put your mouth close to his ear while your pussy starts to ensconce his dick again. âItâs what I want,â you repeat while panting, âso I can make believe youâre cominâ inside me for real.â
âFuck,â he lets out sharp and low as if being punched in the gut. âWhatâYouâY/Nââ
Suddenly, you arenât the one moving anymore; Syâs holding you so tightly that you canât. At all. Itâs all him now, thrusting upwards so rapidly his balls slap against your asshole. His feet dig into the mattress as he continues fucking you, no momentum lost at all, just full-force thrusting into you while groaning the deepest and most desperate sounds against your throat.
Youâve never felt him move so fast. Even though youâre trying to hold off for at least another minute so you can watch him, you could come like this. The sliding, the wetness, the speed, the deep spot he keeps hittingââOh, my God, oh my fucking God, Sy. Ungh! Oh my God.â
âYouâre so fuckinâ hot,â Sy rushes out in an urgent groan. âAnd youâre mine.â
âSyââ
âAll mine.â
âYeah, yes, yesââ
Youâre sweaty. Youâre breathless. Youâre taking an onslaught. If you thought your pussy was loud earlier, now itâs even more obscene, sounding like your ass is being spanked every single second. You clench and squeeze Sy's dick as tight as possible, feeling like you could explode at any time. âSyyy.â
âGonna come in you, baby, fuckâY/N, gonna comeââ
You continue to take all the pleasure you can from Sy while he goes through some full-body experience, roughly making out, âI'm comin'," before every muscle in his body locks tight.
As he suddenly stops moving, you push yourself up a little to watch his face contort, keelhauled. His expression is ecstasy exemplified.
His fingers loosen from their strong grip on your ass, then all of his muscles follow suit until heâs melted back on the mattress. His head tilts backwards so you can see every ridge of his throat. His damp chest rises and falls with effort, beautifully pink.
Sy laid back sweaty and pussy-drunk is one of the best sights you think youâve ever seen. Entranced, you watch every single movement he makesâhis chest fully expanding and falling again, his arms twitching, the taut cords of muscle in his neck loosening. His controlled face washed in deep relaxation.
You both stay how you are for at least an entire minute, then he blinks open his heavy eyes and glances at you.
âFuck,â he lets out while turning his face to the side, and you can read into the specific tone of itâitâs disbelief that his orgasm was that strong but frustration that he finished before you did.Â
You both breathe loudly for a while, then you experimentally roll your hips forward. When you roll them backwards, his soft cock accidentally slips out of you, and he curses again, slightly grumpy.
âRoll over,â he taps your leg and urges.
Your body is stiff and your brain is sluggish, so he has to tell you twice. âRoll over, Y/N, or Iâll do it myself.â
With shaky legs, you dismount and do as he asks, imagining for a second that if heâd really come inside you, itâd be leaking out onto your thighs right now.Â
The moment youâre on your back, Sy immediately sits up and moves in between your legs until heâs directly facing your pussy, breathing it in. You donât care where the condom even went right now; itâs forgotten. You donât care that heâs literally sniffing you right now.Â
You just made him come his brains out. Youâre high just from that. You donât care about anything else.Â
You push yourself backwards on the bed into a more comfortable position and bend your legs at the knees. On his stomach, Sy follows you hungrily. Spreading your pussy lips apart with fingers from both hands, he stares down at you.
âSo fuckinâ pretty,â he mutters, and now that the frenzy from before has died down, you feel a little embarrassed. You can only imagine what you look like right now. Your breathing hitches when Sy starts to fucking blow warm air on your clit.
âYou were right on the edge, werenâtchu?â he asks quietly, conversationally. The desperate edge to his voice is gone, replaced by something dirtier. âSo close to cominâ.â
With a fingernail in between your teeth to keep you from losing it altogether, you nod. âBut I wanted to watch you. It wasâŚit was really hot.â
Sy smirks. Then, without warning, he pushes your legs back until your knees are up by your face. You try to keep your feet from touching his shoulders, but itâs hard. After squirming for a bit, Sy ultimately touches one of your ankles to signal itâs okay for you to keep your feet there.
He leans up to kiss youâonce, twiceâbut, with your hands on both sides of his face, you try to draw it out. When youâre both licking into each otherâs mouths again, you move your lips and start sucking on his tongue. Sy bites your lower lip after that, and he smiles at you afterwards.
âNext time,â he promises before reaching two fingers down to your entrance. He draws little circles over your wetness then slides his fingers up your slit where all your nerve cells are firing off, all your blood still rushed there.Â
In an imitation of how youâd taken your time with him earlier, he justâŚenjoys you for a while. He touches you all over, again and again, just gentle touches in complete contrast to the frantic motions youâd shared just moments ago. Within minutes, your pussy is slick enough for wetness to trail down your ass crack.Â
âNext time, you know youâre cominâ on my dick,â he tells you without breaking eye-contact. âWhile youâre ridinâ me.â
Sy just barely slides a finger inside you, and you close your eyes with a gasp. âIâI was gonna.â
âI know you were,â he almost coos, removing his finger from your hole to go back to your clit again.
âNot just at the end, but likeââ You squeeze your eyes shut.
These past few weeks, Syâs encouraged you to discuss sex more than ever. And yeah, you sort of had to when the side effects of the anxiety medication you take finally decided to show up, making for a horribly embarrassing conversation about how sometimes you would be entirely ready and justâŚwouldnât have the wetness to match it. OrâŚhow afterwards, you wouldnât be able toâŚ
âI was close, like, when you were sittinâ up,â you quietly admit. âLikeâŚwith your hands on the bed. That wasâŚThat was good.â
He stares at you for a long moment. You shy away from the heated look for a minute, expecting him to ask, âWell, why didnât you tell me?â but instead, with a gleam in his eyes, he says, âMe too. Thatâs why I had to lay back down again.â
To ward off all the awkwardness youâre feeling, you stick out your tongue. Sy obscenely licks it with his own right before pressing two fingers at once into you, and you sound out against his lips.Â
âFeels good?â
You nod, but you reach down to cover your clit with all your fingers at once. âFeels the best here.â
âOh, I bet it does, sweetheart,â he says while moving your hand away from yourself.
Squinting your eyes at him, you almost glower. âAre you teasing me?â
Sy continues to steadily finger you, and his answer is in a kiss: he pushes his entire tongue into your mouth, slides his tongue along the entire length of yours, then reaches the end of it and starts circling and flicking it like heâd do if he were eating you out.Â
He does the thing with his tongue a few more times while his fingers continue to fuck into you, and wanting more, you tilt your hips upwards despite you already being angled the way you are. Sy doesnât give in until you put your hand on the back of his head and breathlessly let out, âPlease.â
âOh, you beg so sweet, donâtchu.â
You're too horny to chide him for being like this; you simply nod with wide-eyes, and Sy lets out some groaning sound. Scooting down the bed and spreading your pussy lips open with two hands again, Sy just stares at you with his mouth dropped open, and youâre gonna die if he keeps this up. You werenât this mean to him all.
But then he goes and says, âSo sweet,â and then, âSo good,â and if only he asked you to, youâd probably stay just like you currently are, frozen without moving for days, wanting only to be good for him. Wanting only for him to voice that you are.Â
Finally, finally, Sy presses his hot mouth onto your clit, licking over where youâre still pulsing, and you squeeze your eyes shut. âOh, fuck,â you harshly whisper. Youâre so sensitive your legs instantly start to shake.Â
When you look down, you see Syâs face slowly moving side to side, and then you feel him gently sucking. Almost involuntarily, your hips jump up against his tongue, against where heâs directly targeting that one spot thatâs throbbing and aching, and then you start to grind against his mouth. Itâs then he chooses to slide his fingers back inside you, pistoning them rhythmically, andâ
âOh,â you whimper. âOh, that feels good. Sy, that feels really, really good.âÂ
Your breathing gets heavier, louder, more urgent. ItâsâItâs a lot. Itâs a fucking lot. Your fingers twitch on top of Syâs head, and you momentarily wish he had more hair for you to pull. He keeps groaning against your skin while his mouth makes smacking noises, and the vibrations from that along with everything else heâs doingâ
âSy, youâre gonna make meâSyIâmgonnacome,â you moan, the last word louder than the rest of your urgently spoken warning.Â
Horrifically, Sy pulls his face back and stills his fingers. âNo, youâre not,â he states.
âYes,â you breathe out while tilting your hips up again in vain, âI am.â
Sy goes back in. When he starts flicking his tongue, your eyes roll in the back of your head, and your toes curl against his shoulders. âYouâre gonna wait,â he mumbles against you. Then he kisses there, wide and sloppy, slurping before sucking, using so much tongue you can hear it.
âSyyyâfuck.â
âYou can do that,â he pulls his face up again and says, almost sweetly. He takes his fingers out of your pussy and briefly sticks them in his mouth. After he slides them out, he murmurs, âYou can wait a liâl longer for me.â
âGod,â you moan, voice high-pitched while your hips start to twitch again. Sy firmly presses your hips down to the mattress. âBut I donât want to.â
âYou can wait,â Sy repeats himself.
Swallowing thickly, you shake your head while staring down at him in desperation. You could come from him running his beard on you at this point. Heâs being cruel by leaving you right on the edge only to keep taking it away. Repeatedly.Â
Syâs calm when he glances up at you. âYou're gonna be good and wait. Just like you did on my dick.â
Your legs quiver until your knees knock together. When you meet his gaze in the dark room, he gives you a knowing lookâheâd said the word. Good. Damn him, but you want to be good. You always just want to be good.Â
âThen you need to stop,â you urgently get out.
âOkay, baby,â he says, leaning back a little before pressing two fingers inside you at once. He slowly sinks them in and then out again, and the glide is perfect. âJust this, then.â
His fingers are great, but you begin to squirm. You want something back on your clit, too. It actually has its own heartbeat now. Not able to hold it back, you whine again.
âShh. You got to play with me. Now itâs my turn.â He gives you a gentle smile and even a wink. âMaybe you can make my arm all wet again.â
âOh, fuck.â
Sy takes out his index and middle fingers and goes back to fingering you with his middle and ring finger. âHere we go,â he mutters to himself, moving a little to get a better angle. âThis is whatchu like.â
He fingers you a little faster than before, alternating between delving in and out of your pussy and then just staying buried inside and vibrating his fingers somehow. You put a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from screaming.
âPlease,â you let out, muffled behind your hand.
His index finger and pinky are splayed out, angling downwards towards your ass. His thumb is jutting upwards, begging to be used, and if he were to justâdrop it, then you could fuckingâ
âHm?â
âPlease,â you repeat yourself, but your voice is still imperceptible.
He kisses the inside of your leg. âPlease what, baby?â
You squeeze your eyes shut. Fuck. âPleaseââ you say, wanting him to just read your mind. âMore.â
Syâs fingers start to move urgently, squelching now. âFaster?â he asks.
He knows what the fuck heâs doing. You slide a hand down your stomach and then lower, touching your aching clit to get relief, but Sy moves it away instantly.
You honest-to-God pout. âYouâre beinâ mean,â you whine. âAre you doinâ this because you wanted me to come first and I didnât?â
âDoinâ what?â Sy asks against your folds. âIâm just tryinâ to make you feel good, baby.â
âWell, it hurts.â
Sy is quiet, apparently waiting until you look down and make eye contact with him, and when you do, your eyes are pained, your face scrunched up. His fingers are still jutting in and out of you.Â
âWhat hurts?â He lowers his mouth to your clit and keeps his eyes on yours as he finally starts to lick there again. âThis where it hurts?â
You frantically nod and watch as he does it again. Itâs perfect. Itâs fucking perfect. You hum. His fingers are touching some spot inside you that feels connected to your clit or something, like itâs just one giant interconnected pleasure spot.
âAm I makinâ it better?â he asks, and you donât care that heâs being cocky; you instantly nod.Â
Your hands move to the backs of your bent knees and stay there while Syâs mouth and his fingers expertly work in tandem, just building everything that was already overflowing earlier higher and higher and higher. With every frantic glide of his fingers, itâs more, and with every forceful thrust of them, itâs more, and with every curve of his fingertips against the spongy parts of your upper walls, itâs more.Â
âOh, God, Sy, itâs so fuckinâ good.â As you pant, each exhale is a whiny moan.
âThisâs why you didnât come first,â Sy backs away and quietly muses, sucking your clit lazily in between sentences.
âHuh?â
âNeeded me to touch you here, hm?â
You squeeze your eyes shut and writhe your head to the side.
âThat it?â he asks.Â
You thought youâd be getting what you wanted. You thought he was done with taking the breaks to talk and be mean. âI donâtâSy, I donâtââ
Sy lowers his mouth again. Each lapping brush of his tongue to your clit adds even more to the already insanely-high sensations, making everything topple over since itâs so much, and itâs so out of your control that you have no option but to succumb to it. Youâre gonna come. Youâre so close. If heâd justâ
âWhen you ride me again, youâre gonna have to lean back and not forward, ainâtchu?â
You donât know how to even visualize what heâs even saying. You can't make sense of any words, actually. You just keep feeling what he does in between talking to you. His mouth is fucking making smacking sounds as he gets sloppier and sloppier, and you're so so so fucking close.Â
âYouâll have to put your feet on the bed, wonâtchu,â he goes on. âHands back on the bed, too. Or my legs.âÂ
You grow to be louder, making these high-pitched nng sounds that are obscene and out of control. Responding to your noises, Sy just moves his tongue and his fingers even faster. After long moments pass without him talking at all, youâre so fucking glad heâs done teasing you. Youâre so close. All your muscles are taut and ready for release to wash over you.
But heâs not done. He slows down his fingers and removes his mouth from you, too. âThen Iâll be able to see you here.â
Sy taps your clit with just his index finger. Your hips jerk upward, and your muscles start quivering.Â
âThen Iâll be able to touch you here,â he whispers, circling his finger atop the little nub. âAnd then Iâll get to watchu come on my cock.âÂ
Youâre so shaky you canât keep still, but Sy puts his free hand on your stomach to make you. Looking down at him, your eyes twist up like they do when youâre about to cry.
âPlease,â you mouth.
âOkay, baby, shh,â he murmurs.
âPlease,â you say again, and youâre not above begging like this. âReally?â
âI gotchu,â he promises. âYou've been good.â
You look him in the eye and finally see that heâs earnestly done talking to you, done teasing you, so you lay back and just feel, having the telepathic knowledge that everything youâre experiencing right now wonât be taken away anymore, that this is it, that he wants to make and watch you come now, that even though you arenât coming on his dick, this is just as goodâcoming into his mouth.
The speed Sy returns to so quickly takes you aback and leaves you breathless. His fingers are practically pistoning, his mouth keeping time. Heâs been keeping you on the edge, and now heâs taking you right there and beyond. Heâs touching you like he owns you. His free hand stays gently pressing down on your lower stomach.Â
Youâve been moaning non-stop this entire time, but as your orgasm actually takes over, you let out a long, quivering, non-stop whine of various pitches. âIâmgonnnacomeIâmgonna comeIâmgonnacome,â you frantically get out, like Sy wouldnât be able to tell by how tightly youâre clenching his fingers.Â
You can feel your pussy squeezing while spasming and somehow getting even more wet, and you canât stop yourself from pushing your feet against Syâs shoulders to give you leverage to roll your hips upward.Â
âOh God, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,â you let out non-stop, gripping the blanket underneath you. âFuck!â
Sy doesnât slow down. You moan with each breath.
Rhythmically, you ride it all out, and Sy lets you rub yourself up and down on his tongue and mouth and beard, and everything feels like it lasts forever. Itâs not just quick and satisfying; itâs long and all-encompassing.Â
Your hips wonât stop thrusting upwards. âAhh, oh my God, Sy, baby, pleaseâoh my Godâfuck. Oh, fuck.â
Of all places to be this loud, itâs a hotel room, but you canât help yourself. Adding to your cacophony of sounds, Sy groans against you the entire time. Gradually, your noises die down in urgency and in volume when the rubber band of ecstasy snaps, and everything in your body loosens and relaxes in relief and bliss and pulsing, though you wonât stop twitching for some reason. You have to tap Syâs head several times to get him to back off a little.
Over-stimulated now, you lower your ass to the mattress and notice your legs sporadically shaking. Theyâre sore, so you stretch them out over Syâs back. Sy doesnât move his face from between them at all, but he finally slides his fingers out of you so he can use both hands to run up and down your thighs bracketing his face. Instead of moving up the bed to lay beside you, though, Sy stays right where he is and drops his mouth to tongue at your entrance.Â
Youâre still so sensitive that your hips jump at that. âSy,â you weakly get out. You try to squirm backwards, but Syâs hell-bent on keeping you still now. He holds your legs in place while tasting everything thatâs pooled out of you, and you're helpless to move away.Â
When he finally lifts his head, you can see his lips glistening even in the dim light of the room, and it should be crass, but itâs not. Thereâs an eroticism to all of this that shrouds an underlying romanticism. Like as long as itâs you two together, nothingâs bad and everythingâs beautiful.Â
The position youâve been in while Sy ate you out was about as dirty as you could possibly get, and despite your filthy moans and back-and-forth teasing, nothing was wrong about any of it. Nothing was wrong about tonight at all.Â
You and Sy stare at one another in the semi-darkness, both breathing heavily. Youâre not gonna cry after sex or anything, but your orgasm was so insane that you feel like you easily could.Â
You want him to hold you.
âGod damn.â You let out a giant sigh and keep your face slack and awed. âFuck.â
Several seconds later, you feel Sy lifting your legs from his shoulders and setting them back down. Surprising you, he leans forward to kiss you, and with a slow intensity, he holds your jaw. He cradles your face so reverently that you feel almost precious for a moment, all the while tasting sweetness on his tongue.Â
You brush your fingertips through his chest hair while you start lazily making out, both too sated for the kisses to turn into anything moreâjust kissing for the sake of it. Your lips are going to hurt tomorrow.Â
With you both now laying entirely horizontally, Sy runs his hands all over your body anew. You only stop kissing when you lose all energy to do a single thing.Â
âOh, my God, Sy, Iâm dead,â you whisper. âThis is my grave.â
Sy looks at you and chuckles, and then you look at him and chuckle, and thenâthe spell slightly breaks. The heaviness between you both goes away, and the air in the room turns back to normal, cooler. You both stretch and lay beside one another in the afterglow for a while, happy to not do a single thing but cuddle and come down from everything.
Sy kisses the top of your head. His voice is just as quiet as itâs always been when he says, âI love you.â
Sunshine warms your entire body, and you bask in it, nuzzling yourself more into his side. âI love you.â
âI really fuckinâ love you.â
Curiously, you lift your head and look at him, and his expression is normal, but a little on the side of smugness again. You stare at each other for a long time before you smile. âWho wouldnât?â
That earns you getting tickled, which you have a love/hate relationship with, and you grin. âI really, really love you, too,â you reply, reaching out to pull his chest hair to get him to stop tickling you.
When you start getting cold, rather than go under the blankets, you curl up against Sy and rest your head on his bicep. Looking up at his face, you notice his eyes are closed, but heâs not sleeping. You trace the line of his nose with a finger. Heâs so handsome. Heâs so fucking handsome.
Sy winks one eye open and observes you. âYou look happy,â he comments.
âI am.â You lazily smile. âIâd be havinâ a cigarette right now if I smoked.â
Sy grins, all self-satisfied and pleased. His gaze lingers on you.
You place a hand on top of his chest and start playing with the hair dusting it. âSy, that wasâŚâ
You canât come up with any words, and Sy fills in your silence. He holds out a hand palm-down and makes a wobbly motion with it. âJust so-so, huh?â
âShut up,â you say without any malice whatsoever.
You think youâre going to remember tonight for the rest of your life. It was that good. Butâ
âYou were evil, by the way,â youâre sure to mention.Â
The side of Syâs mouth curves upwards. âBaby, I live to see how many âoh fucksâ I can get outta you.â
You lightly slap his chest and look away, embarrassed. You feel his fingers on your chin within seconds. Expecting him to say something about how you should never feel embarrassed with him, you reluctantly meet his eyes, but when you do, heâs silent. Still, his eyes say it all, anyway: he loves you, and that extends to your bad-mouth in bed.
After you go awhile without talking, just blankly staring at the ceiling, Sy sprawls his entire hand out on top of your stomach. âWhatâs goinâ through that pretty head of yours?â
Youâve stopped rolling your eyes when he asks that. You canât help yourself from burrowing your head into his neck, though.Â
âJustâŚThat was really good.â
âIt always is with you.â
âIt always is with you,â you counter, then tease: âYou shoulda taken pictures.â
Sy freezes. You've only ever consented to him taking pictures sometimes. Itâs the first time youâve really initiated talking about the pictures. Without speaking any further, you both just gaze at one another, then go back to quietly cuddling.
Eventually, you and Sy disentangle, and you sit up and turn on the television. Naked, Sy gets up and shamelessly strolls to the bathroom, and he leaves the door open while he pees. You roll your eyes at the noise but still look at him fondly when he walks back into the room, phone now in his hands and soft dick swinging below it. He stands by the bed and keeps looking down at the screen.
Heâs fully invested in whatever heâs reading, so you take the time to slide out of bed and get some clothes on. Youâre in the middle of getting dressed in loose sleep-pants and a t-shirt when Sy crouches beside his own bag of stuff to dig out a pair of boxers. Even as he reaches out to throw away the used condom thatâs laying on the carpetâgrossâheâs still intently looking at his phone.
âWhatcha lookinâ at?â you ask curiously. âEverything okay?â
After Sy slides on his underwear, he pulls the bedsheets back and gets in bed. You follow suit, and he shows you the screen of his phone after switching on a table lamp.
Your eyes dart around the screen and try to make sense out of the list of multiple websites youâre suddenly looking at. Oh. Heâs researching restaurants nearby. âWhat, youâre hungry?â
He gives you a look. âThat food at your dadâs wonât nearly enough for you,â he says, âso Iâm gonna pick you up somethinâ else.â
âOh, babe,â you say, both touched and excited at once. âThatâs so sweet.â
Syâs eyes are just as bright as yours when you look at him. âI like when you say that.â
You just look down. âI really am hungry, actually,â you admit. âIâm glad that I ate so much at my momâs house, but I really shouldâve taken those freakinâ leftovers she offered.â
Still trying to look at his phone and figure out whatâs nearby, Sy asks, âWhat kinda fast-food do they got around here with stuff you can eat?â
âIâm not sure. Thereâs a couple restaurants nearby.â
Sy makes some noise and then starts getting fully dressed ânot for bed, but to go out.Â
You squint your eyes at him. âWhat are you doinâ?â
Sy looks at the hotel door. âGonna getchu food, like I said.â
âWe can do delivery so you donât have to go out.â
â...They got that here?â
You grin. âYeah, Sy. Weâre in town-town,â you remind him.
Sy leans back onto his collection of pillows while you go get your own phone and open the delivery app.Â
Wait. If he chooses his food after you do, that means heâll probably go forward with putting in his debit card information and paying for it all.
âActually,â you say, giving him your phone, âyou choose first. I gotta go to the bathroom to, likeâŚclean up and stuff. I'll pick something when I'm back.â
With a poorly attempted wink, Sy takes your phone.Â
In the bathroom, you honestly should probably take another shower because youâve been sweating, but you wash your face and clean up all other areas you need to while telling yourself you'll just shower in the morning. While taking out your contacts, Syâs voice calls out through the room.Â
âHey, babe, your momma just texted.â
âWhatâd she say?â you raise your voice and ask.
âDunno.â
You stick your head out of the doorframe. âWell, read it,â you chuckle.
A second later, Sy says, âWants to know if I liked her food.â
You walk out of the bathroom and make your way to the bed. âWho, like you specifically?â
âYeah.â
You sit down and scoot until youâre next to him again. âTell her you thought it was horrible.â
Sy reaches out and pushes your arm lightly. âItâs interesting sheâs askinâ,â he says while handing the phone back to you. âI made sure to tell her everything was good âbout three times âfore we left.â
âWell, thatâs my mom for you,â you mutter. âSheâs gonna worry about the same stuff again and again until she hears the same response, like, ten times.â
When you look up from your phone, Sy gives you a look thatâs non-judgmental yet knowing. You glance away.Â
After replying to your mom, you add food to your delivery order, pay for everything, then click through the television channels for something mindless to turn on.
You and Sy half-sit/half-lay side by side with pillows behind your back while choosing a documentary to watch, and half an hour later, youâre still in the same positionâonly with boxes of food in your laps. From time to time, Sy takes his plastic fork and puts it up to your mouth to share with you, and you do the same to him.Â
Finally full and satiated, you cuddle close to Sy and close your eyes, starting to be lulled to sleep by just matching his breathing. He turns off the bedside lamp but stays awake, and the British narratorâs voice from whatever documentary is playing becomes fainter and fainter when, somewhere in the background, the loud heating unit clicks on.Â
As your breathing gets heavy and rhythmic, you know you're probably at risk of drooling on your pillow, so you turn over so your back is against Sy's figure. He rests a loose hand on your hip, and you feel its weight remain constant until you finally drift off to sleep.
-O-
The following morning, you head down to the continental breakfast alone to get good coffee and fruit for yourself and sausage and bacon for Sy. Behind your glasses, your eyes are slanted with sleep, and while still being presentable, youâre wearing loose-fitting and lazy-looking clothes.
Robotically, you wait in the long line and take tiny step after tiny step as people ahead of you go through warming up their bagels and choosing which cereals they want and debating over orange juice or apple juice and just all-around being too damn loud.Â
Youâre zoning out in line when two lively couples queue up behind you and start talking in one large group, and theyâre so loud that you're not able to ignore them at all. Somewhat grumpy, you frown.
âHowâd yâall sleep?â the man in the back asks the couple closest to you.
The lady beside the guyâhis wife?--just looks at the guyâher husband?--and laughs. You take a small step ahead in line and try not to eavesdrop though itâs pretty much impossible. People that talk this loud in public spaces are basically inviting it.
âWhatâs so funny?â the man in the back asks.
The guy wonât answer, but the woman offers up, âWe got a free show last night.â
The man in back scoops some eggs onto his plate. âWhatâs that mean?â
âWhoever stayed next door to us,â the guy nearest you mutters as he shuffles up the line, âwas so loud I couldn't get to sleep. Could hear them over the TV.â
The man in back says, âLoud likeâŚâ but that's all you hear before there's some light laughter.Â
âI always tell you to bring a fan or a white noise machine on these trips, Adam,â the lady says.
âWell, sorry, Jessica,â the guy directly behind you replies, âbut for some reason I wasnât expecting this hotel to be filming porn this weekend.â
Staring at the counter, your eyes turn into saucers.
Attn: Hiiii! So I dunno if anyone remembers this drabble, but I decided to flesh it out and write their story in the spirit of spooky season. Itâs been a bit since Iâve written anything so I may be a little rusty lol, but I hope you all enjoy!!!
Word count: 2, 831
Pairing: Vampire Sy x OFC Evelyn James (Evie)
Summary: Sy becomes a vampire and learns how to live with that. Along the way he also finds a way not to be lonely anymore.
Warnings: 18+, murder, vampirism, blood drinking, fem receiving oral, fingering, squirting, p in v sex, biting
It happened without a warning, Sy deep within a war zone. They came in a group, none of the bullets any of his guys sent out killing them. When one finally grabbed hold of Sy he managed to blurt out, âWhat are you?â âThe same as you shall be. A lifetime of suffering for the one that led the sheep to slaughter seems fitting does it not?,â he smiled, sharp canines glinting in the moonlight just before they sank into Syâs neck.
Sy awoke sometime after, confused and starving. Suddenly flashes of what happened played out in his mind. He looked around at all his men⌠dead and gone. Every one of them had their throats ripped out. He grasped his own, trying to remember yet things were blurry. The overwhelming hunger felt as if it were tearing him from the inside out.
Just then help arrived. Sy sat in the back of the medical van with his head pounding. Every sound being too loud and overwhelming him. âItâs alright Captain. Youâre safe now,â the medic said as he leaned over Sy to adjust things. As he did Sy could hear it, smell it⌠all the blood rushing through the medicâs carotid. He could feel the hunger rise to the surface and it was as if everything went black. When he finally came to his senses the medic was dead on the floor, the driver having pulled over and exited the vehicle and running after what he saw.
âWhatâŚ,â Sy murmured before realizing what heâd done. He exited the van and quickly chased the driver down. âPleaseâŚ,â he begged. âItâs okay. Iâ I didnât mean to. Donât be scared,â Sy told him. âIâm not scared,â the driver said calming down. âYou ainât?,â Sy asked confusedly. âYou told me not to be,â he squeaked. âHop on one foot,â Sy then said, and so the driver did. That was how Sy discovered his compulsive powers.
Though he felt terribly, he curated a story. Those that attacked his team attacked the medic. Now that his hunger was at bay he could think clearly. He decided to stay in the desert, realizing he was now a vampire, he decided heâd only feed on his enemies, then use his compulsion to clean everything up.
Eventually he had to go back to the states though, which made things a bit trickier. He decided to join the police force, being able to get in easily with his previous training and the help of his cousin, Walter, whom he told everything to. At first Walter thought maybe Sy was having some sort of mental break, but when he showed him it was undeniable. âWhyâd you think I stayed in the desert so long? I could just feed on the bad guys. I was thinkinâ I could do the same here,â Sy told him.
Being that Walter often times struggled with losing the bad ones, the ones that ate at him day after day, he had no problem handing them over to Sy to take care of. This worked for a good many years before Walter pointed out what wasnât quite obvious to Sy yet. âYouâre not aging. People are going to notice that,â he told his cousin. âI gotta leave then donât I?,â Sy said sadly. He looked at Walter, the grays peppering his hair and beard, the wrinkles forming at the sides of his eyes. How it hadnât dawned on him before surprised him, and it made him incredibly sad.
Walterâs face mirrored his sadness, the two of them having always been close. Walter helped him find a new place to live, get him settled in a new department, and kept in touch until he passed, which nearly broke Sy. Before Walter was his parents, then Walter, and various other family members. Before it was said and done he was all alone in the world.
He wandered tirelessly from place to place until he was gone from home so long that he was able to return without any suspicion. His family owned a simple farmhouse out on several acres of land. The truth in his return was that he was tired of the fast life. He just wanted to settle down somewhere people wouldnât bother him. Heâd taken his vampirism into consideration and decided heâd either go into a bigger town for feeding or manage to take blood bags from local hospitals.
While he was happy to be home, he was incredibly lonely. In all his years his lifestyle wasnât particularly sustainable for a relationship, and sure heâd met a few other vampires along the way, none of them were a good fit. So many of them had lost their humanity, and had no regard for human life. Sy hated what he was, but he figured at least he was using this curse to rid the world of evil people. The few vampires heâd met were truly monsters, he could never be that.
One night he decided to go into the city. Usually he could find a few scumbags in alleyways trying to do one nefarious thing or another when he noticed something out of the ordinary. Her hair was a soft brown just falling below her collar bones, half of it pulled back, and the prettiest sage green eyes behind her glasses. She was maybe 5â5â, soft curves accentuating her body. She looked beautiful, creamy skin seeming to glow beneath the streetlights.
âNow whatâs a pretty little thing like yourself doinâ out here all alone?,â he cooed. âYouâre a vampire?,â she asked. âWhâ what do you know about vampires darlinâ?,â he questioned. âIâm looking for one. I have waaay too many books on my tbr to finish in a lifetime. I just need you to turn me,â she told him. âLemme get this straight you wantâ,â he started. âDid I stutter? Look if you wonât do it Iâll findâ,â she began before Sy cut her off.
âWhat do I get in return?,â he asked. âWhat do you want?,â she responded. âWell I am lonely⌠Would you come stay with me? I got a place thatâs secluded. I could help you with the transition, but before we could get all your things⌠your books, and you could have anything you want darlinâ,â he told her. She worried her lip while appraising Sy. âSo Iâll get vampirism, time to read my books, and a hot vampire man? Yeah letâs go,â she told him.
âYou sure? I donât even know your name,â Sy chuckled. âIâm Evelyn James, but most people call me Evie, and you?,â she responded. âEric Syverson, but you can call me Sy. You didnât answer me though, are you sure?,â he asked again. âIâm sure. Honestly⌠Iâm lonely too. No one seems to get me⌠and for some reason I feel like I can trust you, and that youâll take care of me,â she told him. âI promise I will,â he said. She nodded in agreement before letting Sy take her by the hand.
After gathering Evieâs things as promised Sy takes her to his farmhouse. After showing her around the air loomed thick with the unasked question. Evie worried her lip again. Sy canât help but watch the plushness of it and wonder what it would feel like against his own lips. âIâ I think the sooner the better donât you?,â she then asked. âItâs gonna hurt, but if you want I can make it hurt less,â he told her. âOkay,â she breathed.
He approached her carefully, taking her into his arms. He couldnât remember the last time he held a woman, but he somehow knew this was right. He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger before tilting her head up to meet his eye. âAnything you donât like me doinâ tell me,â he told her. âI will,â she agreed just before his lips met hers. âMmm,â she hummed against him, setting off something inside of him.
He lifted her up with ease, his added strength making it all too easy before carrying her to the bedroom. He undressed her, tenderly caressing every bit of skin he could with his finger tips, causing goosebumps to erupt on her skin. He could hear her heart pounding, sense her arousal building. âYou can touch me too darlinâ,â he told her. Evie let her hands run beneath his shirt, enjoying the feeling of his coarse body hair, before pulling it over his head, then making her way to his pants. When she slid them down his legs her eyes widened in surprise.
âYouâre big,â she commented. âIâll make it feel good, I promise,â he told her softly as he removed her glasses. âCan you see me without those?,â he asked. âMmhmm,â she murmured while he kneaded her breasts. âGood,â he replied before laying her back on the bed. His mouth roamed from her neck, before laving her nipples and making its way between her legs. âYou smell so sweet,â he husked before running his tongue through her folds.
Evie gasped as he slid up to her clit. Her hands tangled into the fitted sheet before Sy took her hands and laced his fingers with hers. âLook at me baby,â he whispered before diving back in. Within moments of their eyes meeting, Evie shattered, orgasm roaring through her quicker than ever. âSy,â she whimpered as he licked her past her orgasm. âOne more,â he mumbled into her pussy before sucking her clit into his mouth.
He then let one of her hands go to slide two fingers into her dripping pussy. âPâ please⌠please,â Evie warbled. Sy worked her clit and gspot harder, making her cry out and gush everywhere. âThatâs it,â he praised. Once she calmed down Sy kissed up her body before kissing her lips, letting her taste herself on his tongue. âI wantâ,â Evie started before Sy ran the blunt head of his cock against her slit.
âThat whatcha want darlinâ? Definitely what you deserve after beinâ so good for me,â he said as he began easing into her. âMmmm,â she whined as her walls stretched to accommodate his girth. Once he hit bottom he could feel her legs shaking. âLook at me Evie. You okay?,â he asked, caressing her face. âIâm just so full,â she groaned. Sy smirked above her. âThatâs right darlinâ. Full of me. You feel me up here?,â he asked, touching her stomach as he began sliding out then back in slowly. âYâyeah,â she hiccuped.
âThatâs right. Now I need you to do somethinâ for me,â he told her. âWhat?,â she replied, already near delirium from the feeling of his cock touching her everywhere. âBefore I go to turn you I need you to cum on my cock twice. You think you can do that?,â he asked. âI dunno,â she admitted. âI need it darlinâ. I think you can. Can you try for me?,â he replied. âIâll try,â she nodded. âGood girl,â he praised before giving her a kiss.
After that he leaned back to watch himself get swallowed up by her tight pussy. âFuck,â he grunted. He could see himself moving beneath her skin and if it werenât for the fact his vampirism gave him insane stamina he wouldâve came on the spot. âGonna go a little harder now okay?,â he questioned. âPlease,â Evie breathed, grasping her breasts. Sy pushed in deep before pulling out slightly and hammering into her. Nonsensical moans began falling from Evieâs lips as the pressure quickly built between her legs. âThatâsâ fuck⌠thatâs it baby. Fuckinâ cum all over me,â he encouraged. Just then her back arched off the bed as she gushed everywhere.
He pulled out to smush his face back into her pussy and lap it all up. âSsssy,â she cried as her legs shook with pleasure. Just as fast he was back atop her, back inside her. âSuch a pretty, perfect woman with such a perfect little pussy. All for me. Gâ gonna make you mine forever,ââ he rambled. âForever,â Evie managed best she could with the way he was fucking her so frantically. âYou ready darlinâ,â he asked as he felt her tightening up once again. âYes,â she said just before he sunk his fangs into her neck.
âAhhhh,â she keened as the pain of his bite and the pleasure of her fourth orgasm of the night took over her senses. She seemed to cum unendingly, and the squeezing and pulsing of her tight pussy pulled Sy right over the edge as he drank her blood. He tensed, cock straining against her tight walls as he emptied his heavy load. He pulled away from her neck, lapping at the bites before reaching down and swiping at her clit. His efforts earning him one more orgasm from Evie, and prolonging his own.
Once he was done, Evie lay there boneless. He brushed the hair from her face, letting his eye meet hers. âDonât let me hurt anyone,â she said softly before drifting off. âI wonât,â Sy promised to her resting form. He knew the change took some time so lifted Evie in his arms and took her to the bathroom where he cleaned her. He then changed the sheets and dressed her in some of her pajamas, wanting her to be comfortable. In the meantime he gathered supplies then waited.
He wasnât really sure how fast sheâd change. For him it had taken three days, but heâd heard for some people it took less time, others it had taken longer. He waited for the next two days before Evie opened her eyes. âHey sugar,â he said softly. Evie blinked up at him, vision slowly clearing. âHow you feelinâ?,â he asked while caressing her face. âIâm hungry,â she said coarsely. âI know baby,â he replied, helping her sit up.
âIâ my vision is perfect,â she commented while holding out her hands. âYeah your senses improve with the change,â Sy told her. She looks over at him and suddenly becomes a bit shy. âWhatâs wrong darlinâ?,â he asked. âThis was insane right Iâ usually Iâd never and now youâre stuck with me andâ,â she stammered. âI wanted you the moment I saw you darlinâ. Youâre no burden to me, I promise,â he said.
Evie nodded lightly before grasping at her sore throat. âHere, thisâll make it better,â he said, handing her a bag of blood. She opened it and went from sipping it slowly to gulping it down. âCan I have more?,â she asked, still feeling hungry. âOne more, okay? We need to make sure you have enough but not enough to develop a blood lust,â he told her as he handed her another bag. âYeah I donât want to hurt anyone,â she replied. âI know. Iâm gonna help you,â he assured her.
Over the next few weeks Evie did her best to adjust to the change but everything was so extreme with her senses being elevated. One morning she woke to hammering and before she realized sheâd sped towards the sound. She found a bare chested, sweaty Sy in one of the spare rooms, building bookshelves. When he noticed her state he rushed to her. âEvie whatâsâ,â he got out before she pounced on him. They hadnât been intimate since their first night together, Sy giving her space to adjust but nowâŚ
âIt was too loud but now Iâmâ I want you. You smell so good. Iâm aching Sy. Please,â she panted. Of course he obliges, how could he not? His sweet girl needing him so badly. Before itâs over theyâre both hot sticky messes on the floor. âI need more,â she whined. âPoor little darlinâ. You sure?,â he asked. âMore,â she breathed. They didnât leave the room until well into the night.
Months together quickly turn into a year. Syâs all but helped her adjust to her new abilities, and manage her hunger. Evie had no desire to feed on an actual person, but between her, Sy, and their compulsive powers, she stayed stocked up on more than enough blood bags. Sheâd gotten her own little library too once she actually let Sy finish it. Her life was comfortable, and she felt more content than she could ever remember being. One day as she sat reading it dawned on her.
She threw her book down before making her way out into the garage. âHey baby,â Sy beamed before taking her into his arms. âSy,â she said softly, looking up at him. âWhat is it sugar?,â he asked with a furrowed brow. âI love you,â she told him tentatively. He smiled down at her, cupping her face. âYouâve loved me a long time now havenât you?,â she then asked. âMaybe since we first met,â he admitted. âYouâve given me everything I couldâve ever wanted,â she told him. âItâs only fair seeinâ I got the better end of the deal,â he replied. âThis really is forever isnât it?,â she asked, eyes shining up at him. âForever and always,â he said before kissing her lovingly.
Eyes That See Summary: Your life has consisted of caring for others. This is a story of you learning to care for yourself.
Eyes That See Part 26 Summary: You meet up with some friends at âThe Restaurantâ, but your friends arenât the only ones you end up having conversations with; your ex is also there. Syâs serious about Michael leaving you alone, for good.
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TW: some tense macho stuff between Sy and MichaelâŚsome covert narcissism from MichaelâŚ.thatâs about it. Alcohol consumption.
A/N: I know everyone's dying for a full-on brawl, but maybe that'll happen sometime in the future. đ This part actually gets really sentimental at the very end.
After exiting the library, Sy drives you back to the hotel where you both immediately close the curtains and get in bed. Under the blankets, you cuddle, and itâs both for your sake and for his; you know his instincts must be screaming to take care of you right now. After hearing the not-so-great memories of your time with Michael, Syâs acting like he wants to personally make up for your past neglect.
Youâll take it.Â
You and Sy share the same pillow as he spoons you from behind, and with his arms wrapped entirely around you, youâre in a fortress. Nothing can be wrong or go wrong because youâre protected, and Syâs protection is pure safety. Far from controlling, itâs for no other reason but to simply take care of you.
Eventually, your breathing starts to sync. As you both feel the physical effects from the drive this morning and the emotional effects from the conversation held recently, itâs easy to drift unconscious together. You both end up napping for over two hours.
When you wake up, you find yourself on your stomach with Sy practically covering your entire right side. It makes you briefly fantasize about what itâd be like if he were really, really covering you as close as he could get, you laying prone and him entirely on top of you. In the past, that always made you feel claustrophobicâsometimes you couldnât actually breathe very well which you hatedâbut now, you know youâd like it. Even if Sy gave you every single pound of his body weight, you know youâd enjoy it.Â
You then begin to fantasize about what itâd feel like to be in that position without any layers of clothing separating you, and for a while, as Sy snores quietly behind you, your mind just drifts.Â
Youâre bad at proposing new stuff and even worse at initiating, so maybe youâll just have to drop a hint one of these days or something. If you really wanted to, you could back your ass up suggestively until Sy woke up, but despite your vivid daydreams, you actually donât even feel like messing around right now. Last night was enough to satiate you for a long, long time.Â
Last night, Sy held your hands together above your head for the first time while he fucked you deep and slow, yet with a force that drove you up his bed on every thrust. He didnât whisper many dirty things down to you like usual, but his intensity alone was deafeningly loud.Â
He kept almost unbreaking eye-contact like reverence, and the normal smug satisfied expression thatâd typically show on his face while giving you pleasure was replaced by something fervent instead, something dominant. Like he was consuming you.Â
And with your wrists held together in just one of his hands the whole time, it practically was like he was consuming you. That you were his. That you are his. And youâd never felt so helpless while being so entirely okay with that.Â
You havenât spoken today about that moment because you spoke about it enough in the tender afterglow last night. âIâve never had anything like this,â Sy admitted, and you just looked up at him and whispered, âMe, either.â âI want this forever,â he said next, and you detected nothing but sincerity. âI do, too. I really, really do, too.â
You get that the intensity and sentimentality from last night was most likely a factor with how the run-in with Michael went earlier today, and definitely a factor with how many big feelings Syâs expressed since hearing about your experiences with him. Syâd made you fall apart under him just last night, and then the very next day, heâs finding out about all the times your ex-boyfriendâŚmistreated you in bed.Â
Maybe you shouldâve waited âtil another day to disclose so much, but you just felt like it was time. Raw as everything was, youâre glad youâre not carrying it alone anymore. Syâs told you before that you donât have to shoulder heavy things by yourself all the time. Now, you arenât. Now, youâre lighter.
Sy wakes up when you shift around underneath him to go use the bathroom, and the time after that is lazy in the room as you both lay in bed and fully wake up. While Sy watches the news on TVâjust itching to actually do something besides lay around, you can tellâyou start getting ready for tonightâs hangout with your friends. You even do something extra with your hair.Â
You're just so excited to reunite with people you haven't seen in years and to introduce them to Sy. You put on a little more makeup than you usually do, and afterwards, you and Sy get dressed together and both choose simple things to change into since this is your hometown youâre in, after all: long-sleeved shirts, jeans without holes, and bootsâyours high up your calves over your jeans, Syâs just regular work-boots scrubbed clean.Â
Your shirt dips down just below your collarbone so that your new necklace rests directly on your skin and shines resplendently. It really is beautiful. You imagine wearing an actual nice dress with it on and how cool thatâd feel to be so dressed up. Still, you look in the mirror and feel pretty. Sy kisses your forehead and says out loud you do.
Sy offers to drive, and with the hotel being a small distance from the restaurant youâre meeting your friends at, you have time to look out the windows and point out all the stuff you see while he follows your directions.
âThereâs my old elementary school.â
âOoh, that was my first job over there. I served snow cones.â
âMy grandparents live way back behind those trees. Weâll see them sometime soon, just don't know when. Maybe tomorrow.â
âJustine grew up in that house there.â
At your destination, you text your friend Deseree right as Sy is opening the passenger-side door for you. Inside the restaurantâand you donât even know if thatâs the right word to call this place because itâs a part-bar, part-poolhall, and part restaurantâyou try to find her. It takes a few seconds, but eventually you notice Deseree waving at you from a table by the far wall, and you break out into a grin.Â
âThis way,â you tell Sy.
At the table with Des are a bunch of other old friends from schoolâKiesha, Jasmine, and Natalieâand their dates. Theyâve pushed two tables together to all sit with one another, and the air is quickly filled with introductions and reunion hugs and chatter. Most of the guys you either know or at least recognize from school.Â
As Sy goes around and introduces himself and even shakes everyoneâs hands, you find yourself smiling, but itâs dialed down, more like ninety-percent. In the back of your mind, thereâs the incessant reminder that Michaelâs here, some small anxiety that heâs somehow gonna ruin your night.Â
You try to block out that thought and remain mentally strong. You know heâll be here since he said he would be, and because of that, you know heâs bound to try talking to you, too. Realizing that as an inevitable fact actually helps you relax.Â
Itâll be fine, anyway. Youâve got Sy and all of your friends here.Â
After hanging your jackets on the backs of two chairs, you and Sy go to the bar to get drinks. Sy opens a tab and orders a beer for himself and something fruity for you, and while waiting, you notice a little bit of lint at the top of Syâs shirt. You brush it off and briefly look up to notice him looking around scoping out the entire room.
âThat him?â Sy quietly asks once heâs people-watched enough to spot your ex.
You follow his line-of-sight and give a little nod. You purposefully donât look at Michael for more than a split-second, but itâs enough for you to feel his eyes on you, anyway. Ugh. The bartender passes you your drink over the bar the next instant, and you find a napkin to cover the top of the glass before turning around to head back to your friends.
You briefly consider tossing back your drink and asking everyone to go somewhere else even though youâd just arrived, but this is your hometown youâre talking about here; the choices are slim. Each little hole-in-the-wall place has its own reputation, and even in a town this small, itâs not easy for a group of non-regulars to just show up without drawing attention, unfortunately. At least here you comfortably fit in.Â
You shift your focus on walking back to the table where everyone is having lively conversation. Your smile becomes more genuine after that, at least. Thereâs something satisfying to know that Sy and your ex are in the same room and that Syâs the one with his arm around you. That Syâs the one that gets to have you in a way that he could never ever come close to.
Taking a seat at the table, you finally take a look at Syâs face and see that he is most definitely not smiling. You shake your head, almost laughing. âDamn, Sy, if looks could kill right nowââ
âThen heâd be dead.â
You frown a little. âHey,â you lightly say. âForget about it for now. Letâs just try to have fun.â
He nods as if itâs taking every instinct he has to restrain himself. "I wonât make a scene.â
âOkay.â
âBut if he does one fuckinâ thing while weâre here,â he mutters menacingly, âIâm not lettinâ it go. He needs to be held accountable. And Iâve got no problem at all being the one to do it.â
And okayâŚmaybe that excites you a little. You may discretely squirm in your chair.
You have a lot of fun catching up with everyone and you're thrilled when Sy hits it off with one of your friend's husbands, connecting immediately over sports the way that men easily can do.Â
âŚBut you still canât entirely relax. Not even when Sy senses your anxiety and begins kneading the muscle of your shoulder a few times before securely setting his hand there.
Itâs justâyou know thereâs gonna have to be some sort of interaction with Michael tonight. Something. Itâs inevitable. To avoid it as much as possible, though, you stick to your table, you go to the bathroom in pairs, you stay aware of your surroundings. Youâre able to let loose a little in the warm cocoon of alcohol.
Sy knows an altercation is bound to happen, too, and when everyone moves to circle around a pool table on the other side of the restaurant instead of eating dinner right away, he checks in with you a little more than usual. You can tell he wants to be your guard-dog now considering the occupants in the room, but you want him to have a good time tonight, too.
âIf he ends up saying something to me tonight, which he will, I'll be fine,â you tell Sy. âI'll look at you if I need you to step in or whatever.â
Sy nods. You canât help but internally laugh at how his face looks like heâs preparing for combat.
After two drinks imbibed pretty quickly, your back-to-back bathroom trips canât continue to be with someone else; you have to pee so frequently that you know it'll get annoying asking someone to go with you every time. Youâll slow it down after this and just let the alcohol youâve already drank run its course.
Three women are ahead of you in the line that leads to the womenâs bathroom, so you lean on the wall as you wait. Immediately next to you is the wall leading to the menâs room, and thereâs no one in line. Not one person.Â
You sigh, and then you gasp. There next to you suddenly, like a real life whack-a-mole youâd love to smash, appears the shape of Michael.
Of course youâre surprised, but you shouldnât be. You knew heâd find the opportunity somehow. Knew it. Youâre very aware of Syâs eyes on you, however, so you donât freak out. Plusâthose drinks from earlier. Youâre fine. Youâre fine. Heâs just some person.
Michael opens his arms as if heâs expecting a hug, and you scowl at him. âYou come alone?â he asks.Â
You scowl even deeper and donât even give him the benefit of hearing your voice. You cross your arms and remain silent. You fucking know he knows who you came here with. You know he saw you earlier with Sy.Â
âAh, donât be like that,â he lowers his arms and says, going so far as to pull a pouting face. âCâmon.â
You take a step ahead in line and literally give him the cold shoulder. When youâre finally able to enter the bathroom a few moments after that, youâre grateful for the escape. You take an extra long time washing your hands, and by the time youâre done, youâre in a better mood. You hold open the door to let the next woman waiting in line inside and even cheerfully smile at her.
On your walk back to the pool table, a hand pulls at the crease of your arm. âActinâ like you donât even know me.â
You whip around and take a step backwards. âWhat the fuck is your problem?â you bite. âDonât touch me.â
âOoh, there she is,â Michael laughs. âKnew it would come out eventually.â
âBecause youââ You ball up your fists and take a deep breath. Youâre not going to react. Youâre not going to react. Heâs testing you. This is what he does.Â
Reacting to his bullshit is one of the reasons you got in so many fights in the past. He knows exactly what to say and do to push your buttons. He justâhe knows you too well. All because you stupidly opened up to him about every single vulnerable thing there was to possibly open up about. Back when you trusted him. Back when you stood up for him when your friends and family noticed changes in you and urged you to leave him.
"I'd tell you it was good seein' you, but I'd hate to lie," you mutter. "Bye."
As you walk away, you hear, âBitch.â
You frown, and instantly, itâs like youâre reliving the past. The bad feelings he'd leave you with after every single conversation. The yearning inside to do whatever was necessary to just make it right again, to make him love you again, to apologize so you were forgiven.Â
Youâre past that, though. You donât need his approval anymore. Heâs nothing.
You walk past the bar and make it back to the pool table in a less chipper mood than youâd left it. Sy's jaw is stiff when you walk up to him.
âDid he grab you just now?â
âIgnored him all I could until he touched me, yeah,â you mumble. âTold him not to, got called a bitch. Pretty on par for him.â
âHe has no right to touch you,â Sy says, then as an afterthought, adds, âor call you that.â
You chuckle. âIf thatâs all it was, then Iâll count myself lucky.â
Sy looks almost pained when he turns to face you again, then his face hardens. âIâm gonna go talk to him.â
Your mouth gets dry. âYouâre in the middle of a game right now,â you point out.
Sy rests his cue stick against the wall. âIt can wait.â
You lower your voice. âPlease donât. Not now,â you almost plead. âMaybe later, butâbut not now.â
You just want to have a normal fucking time with him without ruining it yet again with bullshit from your past. Syâs eyes search your face and soften a little at whatever they see. Reminding you of a dog being pulled back on a leash, he unwillingly relents. He takes a sip of the beer heâs been nursing all night and places it on the ledge behind him.
âHey,â you say to break the tension, âdâyou want another beer or are you waitinâ âtil we eat?â
He shrugs. âI could do with one more, I guess.â
âCool, Iâll go get it,â you offer, and you give him a look that says, the bar is, like, ten steps away, and he just bothered me a second ago so heâs not gonna bother me again so soon after.Â
Syâs fingers graze your waist as you step away.
You walk up to the center of the bar. Two women who have been sitting on bar-stools all night are to your right, and after they order more drinks for themselves, you order water for yourself and a bottle of beer for Sy. After that, an older gentleman approaches your left side and requests an old fashioned.
While patiently waiting your turn to order, you see blankness on the young bartenderâs face immediately. He actually looks nervous.Â
âI, uhâIâm not sure IâŚI think I'll have to look up how to make that.â
This bartender is clearly overwhelmed with three different sets of customers. You lean forward. "It's just two ounces of bourbon, a quarter ounce bitters, some simple syrup, and an orange peel,â you tell him before pointing to the glasses behind him. âServed in that little glass right there. Put ice in it first, then mix it all up and stir.â
"Damn," he laughs. "Wanna step behind here and show us how itâs done?â
You nervously take a step back. If Sy sees you talking too much to a male bartender like this, it'll look like you're flirting.
No, it won't. It's Sy. Sy's secure. You offer the guy a smile and mutter something about how you used to be a bartender.Â
The guy makes drinks in the order they were placed, starting with the womenâs cocktails on your right. Unfortunately, even though theyâve clearly ordered the same drink, the bartender doesnât know how to make multiple drinks at the same time, so he does them individually. It takes quite a long time, and itâs not helped by the fact that he must be new. The poor guy has to remake almost every drink twice before theyâre right.Â
You know how it goes, so youâre definitely not going to complain. You just glance up at the televisions behind the bar and start watching an NFL divisional game between the Steelers and the Ravens while sort of whistling in your head. You continue minding your own business until the women's conversation beside you grabs your attention.
"That man is fuckin' fiiine," the one on the left quietly murmurs right before lifting her finally-finished drink to her mouth.Â
The woman beside her makes a short, moaning noise. "He's a whole damn snack is what he is," she comments, and you canât help but side-eye them to see who theyâre talking about.Â
Just then, the bartender places two napkins on the bar in front of you and sets down a glass of ice water and a longneck bottle of beer. You pick up both drinks before discretely peeking in the direction that both of the women are shamelessly ogling. Thatâs when you notice Sy, the only man in their line-of-sight, bending over the pool table to take his shot. Not being able to help it, you chuckle.Â
"He really is, isn't he?" you turn your head and ask, flashing a bright smile to both of the women.Â
Carrying your drinks away from the bar, you walk directly towards Sy, and when you give him his beer, he leans down to kiss you. You donât over-exaggerate the kiss or anything. You donât.Â
Sy lifts his eyebrows and one of his arms, and you step in close to his side. "You feelin' alright?" he asks in a low voice.Â
âFine as wine,â you answer.
He laughs and winks at you before motioning his head to the bar. "Tryna get another part-time job?"
"Oh, you heard that?â you ask with a grin. âYeah, Iâm just the best trainer ever, what can I say? Training country-wide.â
âThat actually ainât a bad idea.â
You grin and take a sip of your water. Another game of pool starts up, and Deseree decides that itâs a good idea for everyone to place food orders now so thingsâll be ready for all eight of you after the game ends. That takes a little time, but when the guys are occupied again with the new pool game, you and your friends stand by the wall and fall into your usual rhythmâtaking pictures, laughing at inside jokes, and catching up.
Back at your table, everyone enjoys dinner while still happily chatting with one another. As they all drink more, they get louder and more outgoing, and eventually the conversation turns to wild stories from years past. There are a few things that you arenât too proud of that Sy hears about, but he laughs so hard his shoulders shake, so thereâs that.Â
After youâre done with your sophisticated dinner of chicken and french fries, you get one more drink for yourself--nowhere near your friendsâ level of intoxication yet no desire to catch upâto sip on for the rest of your time here. The rest of the evening passes just sitting at the table and easily talking together. Sy continues to shoot the shit with some of your friends, you keep catching up with others, and the mood isâŚhappy.Â
Eventually, once everyoneâs plates have long since been cleared from the table, your buzz tapers off into more of a relaxed state of mind. As the night drags on, though, you find yourself actually getting too mellow. Even though youâd taken a nap earlier on, you yawn so largely you have to cover your mouth with your hand.
Sy looks over you and doesnât say a word. You simply nod at him. Youâve been here almost four hours.
âWell, think weâre gonna get, yâall,â Sy says before he stands up and puts on his jacket. Afterward, he shakes everyoneâs hands again, the perfect asshole, and you offer everyone hugs.Â
Deseree actually reaches out to hold your hands after you hug. She may be drunk, but she seems genuine when she says, âItâs so nice to have you home again. I miss you. We all miss you. You look so good. Your boyfriend is so hot. You look so good together.â
âWow, like, six compliments at once,â you respond with a grin. âYouâre gonna make my head so big.â
She giggles and squeezes your hands before letting them go. âNot, like, in a bitchy way, but you look so much better than the last time I saw you. Like, healthier. You look really happy.â
You divert your eyes for a second.
âI didnât say that stuff in a bad way!â sheâs sure to point out. âIt wasnât like I was sayinâ you looked like shit before or anything.â
âOh, I know,â you reassure with a little smile. âThanks. Really. SoâŚIâll be in touch whenever Iâm back in town?â
âYes, of course!â she replies enthusiastically, and your smile widens to take up half your face. âAnd if Iâm ever in the A-T-L, Iâll hit you up, too.â
âJeez, youâre drunk,â you murmur, and she cackles. She tries to do some hand-symbol with both of her hands, but she fails. You grin at her attempts, anyway.
Youâre still smiling when you gesture to Sy that youâre making one last restroom trip, and youâre still smiling on your way to theâugh, ridiculously longâbathroom line.
âY/N, hey,â a voice says not even five seconds later, and itâs twinged with something that sounds like gentleness. After experiencing what true gentleness is, it sounds all wrong. Â
You had honestly forgotten all about Michael until now.Â
âUggggggghhhh,â you dramatically groan. âWhyyyy.â
âIt ainât too late, you know,â he comments, and the moment he takes a step forward, you take a step backwards, pulling your jacket around your body closer. Gross.Â
âIâm aware,â you curtly say, looking up at the clock between the bathroom doors. âDonât make fun of me for leaving early.â
âNo, I mean, it ainât too late for us.â
You squint your eyes at him. âWhatâre you even sayinâ?â
Looking to the side for a moment, Michael shrugs. When he looks back at you, his eyes pull downwards like a wounded animal. âIâve missed you. Iâve really fucking missed you. I was thinkinâ, you could move back. We couldâŚpick things back up where we left âem. You know. Try again.â He puts his hands in his pockets and shrugs, coming across almost sheepish. âIâve been studying to get my insurance license for a while now, and Iâm gonna take the test soon. When I pass, Iâll be good to go out there and sell to anyone. Iâll have all my own clients.â
He looks soâŚinnocent. So charming. A perfect mixture of flirtatiousness and persuasive eyes and heavy cologne. A salesman. Now a prospective insurance salesman.
You scowl. âI should slap you,â you say, and Michaelâs expression turns into utter shock.Â
"Look, Y/N, I know I fucked up, but if you hadn't blocked my number and moved to fuckin' bum-fuck I-donât-fuckinâ-know-whereââÂ
âI didnât block your number, dumbass, I had to get an entirely new phone because you could track my old one since it was on your plan. Like you used to do when we lived together. And donât turn this around and say âif you hadnt done this, if youâd only done that,â" you seethe. âNot when youâve done so much fucking damage to me that I need professional fucking help.â
âWhat the hell are you talkinâ about?â he asks, his voice lilting in offended confusion. âI didnâtâDamage, Y/N? Really?â
âYes.â
âDamage,â he repeats condescendingly. âThe hell kinda damage?â
You wonât interact anymore, not when youâve already said more than you wanted to. You wonât re-live this. You wonât. You turn to walk away from the bathrooms. Youâll go piss on the side of the road on the way to the hotel if you have to.
Michael instantly reaches out. Wrapping his entire hand around your arm and squeezing, itâs like you can feel his bare fingers on your skin even through your jacket.Â
âWhat kinda damage?â he repeats, shaking you. âI never laid my hands on you.â
You fight fruitlessly to get out of his grip. âYou are right now, you dick.â You slap Michaelâs knuckles as hard as you can. âLet me go.â
Syâs gonna come. Heâs gotta come. He knows that Michaelâs here, of course, so heâs already on high-alert, and you know heâs bound to be watching. âŚFrom somewhere. You turn and look around and just canât locate him right off the bat.
Michael sighs and drops his hand. âIâm not hittinâ you, Jesus,â he mutters. âYou canât just say somethinâ like that and then not say anything else.â
You told yourself you wouldnât interact, but that has you whipping around in anger. âI can do whatever the fuck I want, Mike. You left me,â you hiss, moving away from the bathroom queue entirely. âDo I need to remind you? You left me.â
âAnd I tried cominâ backâI texted you a thousand timesâonly to find that you werenât even in the same fuckinâ state anymore,â he retaliates, and then his voice gets quieter and almost tender. âI had so much goinâ on back then, Y/N, and I had to take some time--I just needed some time to just be by myself, and I went to a doctor and everything. But then you justâweren't around anymore. You didnât text me back. You deleted all your socials. Changed the locks on the apartment.â
You take another step back from him and blink. âOkay, this is guilt-tripping,â you mutter to yourself. This is why you used to feel blameworthy all the time. This is him making you feel like you need to apologize for something.Â
But youâve done nothing wrong.Â
Yet again, you take another step away--only to freeze when you hear a familiar voice so unfamiliarly caustic and so not-Sy that you momentarily blanch.
âWhyâd I have a feelinâ this is where Iâd fuckinâ find you?â Sy asks with a voice you can only describe as venomous. âLike a leech, I swear. The fuckinâ balls.â
âI do have fuckinâ balls,â Michael says while straightening himself and practically puffing out his chest.Â
Sy huffs in disinterest. âGood for you. Want a medal or just some measurinâ tape?â
Michaelâs quiet for a minute as he stares at Sy. You recognize from the expression on his face that heâs holding a grudge about Sy accusing him of having no balls on two separate occasions now. âFuck you, man, I'm just talkinâ here. You donât even know me.â
âI know enough,â Sy mutters out his reply. âAnd thatâs more than you deserve.â
Michaelâs face turns cocky with sarcasm. âOkay, âcause that makes sense.â He levels you with a look. âMight be big and buff, but he's just a stupid jock, huh?â
Sy steps closer to Michael. âFuckinâ try me.â
From behind Sy you frown, and though youâve been steadily backing away from this hyper-masculine showdown that's gone from zero to a hundred in a matter of seconds, now you take several steps forward to stick up for Sy.Â
Blatantly, your arm brushes against Syâs as you make eye contact with Michael. âDonâtchu ever talk about him like that,â you threaten. âEver.â
âI was just talking to you, Y/N,â Michael says. The tone heâs using alludes to innocence, alludes to you blowing this situation out of proportion. âI just wanted to talk.â
âOkay,â you look away and mumble to yourself. âAnd thatâs gaslighting. Thatâsâthatâs when he would make me question my version of reality. âCauseâŚhe wasnât just trying to talk.â
You slowly look up at Sy, and thereâs pride on his face when he looks down at you. âGood job,â he mouths.
Due to how quietly youâre speaking compared to the liveliness of the restaurant around you, Michael misses your exchange with Sy. He repeats himself.
âYou donât need your huge military-lookinâ boyfriend to come in and protect you from me or something,â he says, wiggling his fingers in the air as if saying âoooh, Iâm so scaryâ. âAll I was doinâ was talking to you.â
You tilt your head to the side. âYou were literally tryinâ to convince me to give you a second chance.â
âDo what now?â Sy sharply asks.Â
In front of you, Michael rolls his eyes. âThose werenât even my words.â
âAfter you called her a bitch earlier? Got it.â Syâs voice hardens. âGuess you really do think that everyone around you is stupider than you.âÂ
Sy takes another step forward, just enough to be considered invasive. âNow fuck off and leave her the fuck alone. Not just tonight. For good.â
Sy doesnât need to spell out the âor elseâ part. The delivery of his words alone speak to how serious heâs being.Â
GodâŚNext to Sy, Michaelâs size, his looksâhell, even his voiceâŚHeâs nothing close to intimidating. Yet you remember when, to you, he was. You remember feeling insignificant next to him.Â
âFine. You know what, manâyou win,â Michael says, raising both of his hands and moving a slight bit backwards. âHope youâre real fuckinâ happy with her. Hope you have fun listeninâ to her freak-outs and puttinâ up with her mood swings, playinâ therapist twenty-four sevenâhope itâs real nice for you.â
Audibly, Sy inhales, and heâs as tense as youâve ever seen him. Not even that time when Lianaâs ex-husband made a surprise unwanted visit to MawMawâs. Not even when you were dealing with all that bullshit with Cole.
âWell, I hope a lotta things, too,â Sy very slowly and very carefully replies. He takes another step forward to invade Michaelâs space again.Â
In order to try to dry up your suddenly burning eyes, you swallow and focus very intently on the dinged-up hardwood floor under your boots. How is it that those kinds of words still hurt so badly?
âLike what?â Michael challenges.Â
âThat youâd get shot and fuckinâ die, for one,â Sy darkly answers, âbut for your sake, that you know how to face someone who can see right through all your fuckinâ bullshit.â His voice changes entirely when he turns his head around to look at you. âGo anâ wait out in the car, baby.â
Looking up, you take a terse breath. âMaybe we should just go, Sy.â
His eyes are dead-serious. âWait in the car,â he repeats.Â
Your eyes briefly flicker to Michael and then back to Sy. You know Sy wonât do anything stupid⌠You also know thereâs no way heâd get injured himself⌠Still, your worry is evident.
Sy steps closer to you, then directly next to you so you can take in his familiar and comforting scent. âJust for a minute,â he says into the shell of your ear. âSwear I wonât make a scene.â
You feel the tickle of his beard on your ear even as he backs away. He reaches into his coat pocket and places the key to the car into the palm of your hand.
You stare at one another for a few moments, then you nod, turn around, and begin walking away.
At the restaurantâs entrance, Kiesha and Jasmine are standing waiting for you. Gratefully, you make your way to them, and together you step out into the cold air. They take seats on concrete parking blocks and light up cigarettes while you start Syâs car and turn the heat up full-blast. Shutting the door to let it warm up, you lean against the vehicle and begin biting your fingernails. Â
Your friends are silent, but they keep glancing up at you. Theyâre being great support to you right now by not leaving you alone, even if itâs with the added bonus of getting their nicotine fix, but you know theyâre curious. Itâs not often that this sort of drama happens. And itâs not often that drama follows you.
You just hope everythingâs okay. You hope Sy just wanted some man-to-man words with Michael when youâd be out of earshot. You can only imagine how much turmoil heâs got inside him all twisting around at onceâanger, disgust, loathing. God, you just hope Michael doesnât provoke Sy into actually throwing punches, though, because thatâs something Michael totally would do. You know from experience that thereâs only so much a person can take before retaliating.
âIâm texting Des to give me a play-by-play,â Kiesha says while looking down at her cell phone. âSo far theyâre just havinâ a stare-down.â
âOh, lord,â you mutter. When your fingernails canât be bitten anymore, you gnaw at the skin on the sides of your fingers.
âOkay, she says now their noses are almost touchinâ,â Kiesha says next before placing her cigarette between her lips and pecking at her phone with her thumbs.
Fuuuck. Sy doesnât know anyone here. No one would be able to stand up for his integrity if the law got called over some stupid bar fight. And knowing Michael, heâd be able to skew things in his favor by being a local. And by being a kiss-ass.Â
âOkay, Des moved closer to the bathroom line to try to listen. All she heard was your boyfriend saying âone fuckinâ timeâ to Michael.â
You focus on your breathing and the front door of the restaurant. It's fucking freezing, but you don't want to go inside the car yet. You just want everything to be alright. Itâs hard to calmly breathe with your teeth chattering, though, and thatâs when you realize youâve gotten spoiled to shit with Georgia weather. Even while sharing the same mountain-chain, the air in Georgia just doesnât seem to get to this level of frigidness.
Stomping your boots on the ground to try to warm up your legs, you look over at your friends. Theyâre almost done smoking.Â
âNothinâ else yet,â Kiesha updates. âDes says your boyfriendâs talkinâ so low she canât hear anything, and she canât read his lips, either.â
That means Syâs lips are tightly pressed together. That means his jaw is tense.Â
âHeâs still real close to MichaelâŚgot his finger in his faceâŚâ Kiesha puts out her cigarette and then laughs while looking at the next text that comes through. She stands up. âOkay, so your boyfriend may or may not have threatened to have Michael blown up.â
âBlown up?â Jasmine laughs beside her while accepting help from Kiesha to stand up.Â
You start running your hands up and down your arms. âBetter thanâŚalternative methods of dying, I guess,â you mutter, then you get close to Kiesha and Jasmine and lift up your arms to give them last hugs. âGo on inside, yâall, itâs freezinâ out here.â
âYou go inside,â Kiesha gestures to the car youâre learning on with a plume of smoke coming out its exhaust.Â
âYeah, yeah,â you reply. âI just wanna see him when he comes out.â
âWeâll text you if anything crazy happens,â Kiesha promises before going back inside.
You stand there alone, continuing to stomp on the ground for warmth, worrying about everything, feeling guilty about everything. Sy would never be in this position if you just hadnât gotten involved with Michael in the first place. Or if youâd just left him when his true colors started coming out.Â
It wasnât that easy then, though, and you try to internally talk to yourself like Sy would. Some people are just shitty. It wasnât your fault. I want to take care of you. The phrases become a little mantra in your head. You arenât an imposition. You arenât a burden. I mean what I say and I say what I mean.
When the door to the restaurant opens, your head instantly darts upwards. Sy steps outside a second later, and though he does look murderous, he doesnât look outwardly different. There isnât, like, any blood on his hands or face. His nose is straight and normal. You let out a shaky breath and realize your hands are fucking shaking.
When Sy recognizes you waiting for him, his eyes lose their tightness, and he approaches you with an urgency, face scrunching together in open worry.
âHey, itâs okay, baby,â he instantly soothes you, and thatâs when you realize youâre full-on shivering. âItâs okay. Youâre safe.â
You nod. Your lips currently won't open for you to speak.Â
âEverything's okay,â he lowers his voice and tells you, staying close but not touching. âYou're with me. You're safe. Youâre always safe with me.â
Again, you nod. âIâm not having an anxiety attack,â you promise. âIâm just c-cold.â
Sy takes a hold of one of your icy hands and immediately walks you to the passenger door. Sitting down inside the car is like entering a sauna; itâs almost on the verge of actually being too hot. You take off your jacket before buckling your seatbelt, and then you reach out and hold your hands in front of a heat vent.Â
âWhy didnât you wait in here?â Sy asks from the driverâs seat with no judgment, just concern.
âIâI just wanted to see your face as fast as possible, I guess,â you answer. âTo k-know youâre okay.â
Sy puts his seatbelt on. âIâm okay,â he says.
Continuing to thaw out in front of the heater, you chance asking, âSo, uh. What happened?â
âWe had some words. Then I left.â
You swallow. âThatâs all?â
âToldju I wasnât gonna make a scene,â he reminds you as he begins reversing the car, and you let out a giant breath.Â
âYou did,â you say. âButâŚyouâre angry.â
âI am.â Sy smoothly moves the gear stick to âDâ. âAnd I can control my emotions because Iâm a man.â
With a small smile, you begin to relax. âSo, like, howâd it go? Iâm dyinâ to know what you actually said, but I know you wonât tell me.â
âNot word-for-word, no,â Sy agrees, âbut a good summary would beâŚIf he ever touches you, talks to you, or tries to contact you in any way either directly or through someone else, that itâs in his best interest to learn how to fight âcause Iâll rip him a new fucking asshole.â
âOooh,â you let out. Youâre not one for violence, but that sounded so confidently threatening that youâre internally giddy with how Michael mustâve looked after hearing that. Maybe thatâs when Sy put his finger in his face and said âone fuckinâ timeâ--maybe Sy was saying that to drive home his point about not contating you ever. You hope Michael peed his pants.
Sy turns onto the main road. âAnd I mightâve mentioned some guys I know who handle high-grade military explosives across the country, and that he should never be too careful about the people he meets while âselling insuranceâ.â
You look over at Sy with admiration and deference. You reckon heâd put a hit out on Michael if you only said the word.Â
âThanks, babe.â
His eyes dart over to you when you say that, then he reaches across the center console for your hand and lifts it up to his mouth to kiss.Â
God, he never stops being so fucking sweet. Heâs such a man, and heâs always so fucking sweet to you. And to think, without Michael in your past, you wouldnât be bringing so much luggage into his life. It could've been easy like this from the beginning.
âI justâI hate him so much,â you mumble.
âI know,â he mumbles back.
Quickly, to keep tears at bay, you nod. Two minutes later, Sy pulls up to a gas station so you can go inside and use the bathroom.
In bed later that night after faces are washed and teeth are brushed, you and Sy lay facing one anotherâboth of you with one arm tucked underneath the pillow youâre each laying on and the other arm on the sheets between each other. You have a brief run-down of the nightâs events and how both of you thought everything went, but you know youâll talk more about that kind of stuff tomorrow. The main thing in the forefront of your minds right now is theâŚother situation.Â
âThanks for everything,â you whisper into the air between your faces.Â
Syâs tracing the skin around your hairline, just little soft brushes of his finger. âDonât gotta thank me.â
âI want to,â you reply. âYou didnât have to do all that just for me.â
A little puff of air leaves Syâs nostrils, and he pulls his hand back. âThere is no just, Y/N. Youâre everything. And I'd do anything for you, you know that."
You canât look at him anymore, but you scoot a little bit closer to him and find his hand under the blanket. Holding it, you remain quiet. Hearing things like that are still so hard for you, but your heart feels full to bursting.
Sy checks in after your silence goes on. âYou good?â
You nod, and soon, youâre able to look back at his face. âIâm just so fucking in love with you,â you whisper, chuckling afterwards.Â
His eyes search your face. It almost looks like admiring.
âItâs crazy, ainât it?â he asks, and the expression on his face alone shows you that heâs reciprocating everything youâre saying. His eyes only look this specific way when theyâre looking at you. Eyes that don't just look at you, but see you.
âWeâre, likeâŚWeâre each otherâs person,â you comment with a little smile. Youâre my person.â
âYouâre my girl,â he says.
You blink when he just keeps staring at you. âWhat, youâre gonna make me say somethin' different?â you ask, and he cockily nods. âYou canât just be my person?â
Sy reaches out and places his hand on your hip. âI donât wanna just be your person.â
It gets quiet again, and the two of you just watch each otherâs faces for a bit, touching under the sheets.
Eventually, Sy breaks the silence. âYouâre my girl,â he whispers.
You briefly look away, and your face gets hot while you make yourself look right back at him. âAnd youâre my man,â you reply, cheesy enough that you almost want to groan afterwards, but Sy grins in the adoringly handsome way that shows all his teeth, so itâs worth it.
âFuckinâ right I am. And you just let me worry about that stuff that happened earlier from now on,â he says, pulling you in close. ââCause you donât got to anymore.â
Warnings: mild dub-con/somnophilia (not that August cares)
I have no beta, so there are probably mistakes.
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
Bali⌠maybe the Seychelles⌠The salient point is I was on a private beach: naked, sitting on a towel-covered beach chair, watching the sunset as the temperature dropped. There was a breeze that hit me just right; I was already half-hard and leaking, and the balmy air felt like a feather-light stroke from a soft hand, fuck. It felt so good, fully engorging untouchedâŚ
August Walker rarely has sexually-charged dreams. In his sleep-drenched mind heâs having difficulty searching his thoughts. What time is it? I took off my wa- goddammit⌠she knows my nipples are sensitive. Lick it, come on⌠Yes, yes, the teeth⌠No wonder I was dreaming of getting hard - Shit, sheâs tickling just above my cock⌠Touch it. No? She's taking her time. One thing he was sure of: heâd gone to bed alone. Letting herself in while Iâm sleeping to - what? Get me all hot and bothered, then leave me to finish myself off? Or suck me until she chokes on my cum? She did say riding my cock always ends with a squeal and a squirt⌠Fuck!Â
Walker feels his balls drawn into her warm, wet mouth. Sheâs positioned herself so that she could tweak a nipple and lave him with her viciously seductive tongue at the same time. Between licks, she nibbles at the loose skin. The fingers of her free hand gently rub along his perineum, dancing around his hole but none go in. August dares a peek and finds his cock curving, heâs so turned on. Iâd need lube to jerk off. Thereâs no give- he hisses, as she finally pushes into him, searching for his prostate.Â
He reaches over, flipping the bedside lamp on at the lowest setting; he wants to see her face while she tortures him. She grins up at him, mischief twinkling in her eyes as she finds her prize. August moans, bearing down on her finger, hoping it silently communicates that he wants more. When she wiggles in a second finger, his hips begin a gentle canting against her fingers. Nothing like a prostate massage⌠She swirls her tongue around his sack while gently sucking, pressing against his prostate as his thrusts pick up. When she feels his balls tighten, she swaps her hand for her mouth; simultaneously pulling his sack and sucking the head of his cock to aid his release. Motherfucker, her timing is perfect.
August wants to tangle his fingers in her hair, holding her head steady while he fucks her mouth, but he knows better. She wonât be led. He hates giving up control, but itâs worth it for moments like this. She sinks down on him, then draws up with deep suction. His hips buck and she twists the fingers still inside him. He tenses, grunting as the first jet suddenly streams down her throat. He grunts with every thick spurt, reveling in her continued sucking and fucking.Â
He thinks heâs spent and assumes she wants reciprocity, but not this woman. Instead, she resumes her ministrations on his sack. What was beginning to soften a second ago hardened again. Satisfied with her work, she releases him and flashes that gorgeous smile he only sees when theyâre undressed. Swinging a leg over him, she reaches for his cock, which dribbles as her ass comes into full view, and runs the head along her seam. When the tip of his prick is glistening, she guides in his length until heâs fully seated. I guess Iâll just lie here and enjoy. Her hips start rocking and she forgets heâs there. Walker could care less; it feels fucking amazing. And all I had to do was give her a keyâŚ
Warnings: mild dub-con/somnophilia (not that August cares)
I have no beta, so there are probably mistakes.
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
Bali⌠maybe the Seychelles⌠The salient point is I was on a private beach: naked, sitting on a towel-covered beach chair, watching the sunset as the temperature dropped. There was a breeze that hit me just right; I was already half-hard and leaking, and the balmy air felt like a feather-light stroke from a soft hand, fuck. It felt so good, fully engorging untouchedâŚ
August Walker rarely has sexually-charged dreams. In his sleep-drenched mind heâs having difficulty searching his thoughts. What time is it? I took off my wa- goddammit⌠she knows my nipples are sensitive. Lick it, come on⌠Yes, yes, the teeth⌠No wonder I was dreaming of getting hard - Shit, sheâs tickling just above my cock⌠Touch it. No? She's taking her time. One thing he was sure of: heâd gone to bed alone. Letting herself in while Iâm sleeping to - what? Get me all hot and bothered, then leave me to finish myself off? Or suck me until she chokes on my cum? She did say riding my cock always ends with a squeal and a squirt⌠Fuck!Â
Walker feels his balls drawn into her warm, wet mouth. Sheâs positioned herself so that she could tweak a nipple and lave him with her viciously seductive tongue at the same time. Between licks, she nibbles at the loose skin. The fingers of her free hand gently rub along his perineum, dancing around his hole but none go in. August dares a peek and finds his cock curving, heâs so turned on. Iâd need lube to jerk off. Thereâs no give- he hisses, as she finally pushes into him, searching for his prostate.Â
He reaches over, flipping the bedside lamp on at the lowest setting; he wants to see her face while she tortures him. She grins up at him, mischief twinkling in her eyes as she finds her prize. August moans, bearing down on her finger, hoping it silently communicates that he wants more. When she wiggles in a second finger, his hips begin a gentle canting against her fingers. Nothing like a prostate massage⌠She swirls her tongue around his sack while gently sucking, pressing against his prostate as his thrusts pick up. When she feels his balls tighten, she swaps her hand for her mouth; simultaneously pulling his sack and sucking the head of his cock to aid his release. Motherfucker, her timing is perfect.
August wants to tangle his fingers in her hair, holding her head steady while he fucks her mouth, but he knows better. She wonât be led. He hates giving up control, but itâs worth it for moments like this. She sinks down on him, then draws up with deep suction. His hips buck and she twists the fingers still inside him. He tenses, grunting as the first jet suddenly streams down her throat. He grunts with every thick spurt, reveling in her continued sucking and fucking.Â
He thinks heâs spent and assumes she wants reciprocity, but not this woman. Instead, she resumes her ministrations on his sack. What was beginning to soften a second ago hardened again. Satisfied with her work, she releases him and flashes that gorgeous smile he only sees when theyâre undressed. Swinging a leg over him, she reaches for his cock, which dribbles as her ass comes into full view, and runs the head along her seam. When the tip of his prick is glistening, she guides in his length until heâs fully seated. I guess Iâll just lie here and enjoy. Her hips start rocking and she forgets heâs there. Walker could care less; it feels fucking amazing. And all I had to do was give her a keyâŚ
Eyes That See Summary: Your life has consisted of caring for others. This is a story of you learning to care for yourself.
Eyes That See Part 24 Summary: The second-half of December passes in a blur of gift-buying, gift-wrapping, and packing for your upcoming move. When Christmas Day arrives, things finally slow down, and you truly relax with Sy.
tw: Christmas, I guess, but nothing religious
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Chattanooga turns out to be a fun day-trip. There, you and Sy find a short trail in the mountains that ends in a large waterfall, and you spend a long time sitting next to each other on a giant log, just looking at it. Sy carves your initials into the bark of the log with his pocket knife and doesnât even roll his eyes when you take about a dozen pictures of you both grinning with the pretty scenery behind you. One photo is even good enough to frame.
Afterwards, you go to a restaurant for lunch and then stroll around downtown together, bundled in coats. You try to get as many souvenirs and gifts as you can to mark off lingering people you still need to buy for, and you canât help but get Justineâs kids a few more gifts, too. Sy shows off his consideration as well as his impressive upper-arm strength by carrying around multiple shopping bags for you for literal hours.
Ohâand there's also the fact that, despite your protests, he pays for literally everything you choose, too.Â
When you get back to town, Sy stops at a Dollar General for you to load up on wrapping paper, ribbons, and bows. Despite your day-long refusals against him paying for everything, he pays for your supplies in cash just as youâre trying to swipe your debit card. When you reach out to snatch the money out of his hand before he can give it to the cashier, he just raises his arm so you canât reach.Â
Almost affectionately, you roll your eyes while he takes his receipt and collects three tightly-crammed yellow bags in just one hand. âAinât my fault youâre short,â he says on the way outside.
âI am not short,â you trail behind him and argue. You pull out the tubes of wrapping paper heâs got secured underneath his left arm. âAinât my fault youâre a giant.â
âGiant, huh?â
You hit the wrapping paper against his arm. âGiant pain in the ass.â
âAw, baby, youâre so sweet to me.â
Inside the truck, you get serious. âYou didnât have to pay for literally every single thing today, Sy,â you mutter. âThose werenât even your gifts to buy.â
âIt was nothing,â he starts the truck and easily says, and with that, he dismisses the topic entirely.
Your evening is spent in front of the living room fireplace wrapping presents while Sy puts the few items heâs bought for his family into gift bags he tapes shut. Every time he pushes a finished bag to the side, you side-eye him.
âWhat?â he asks, and you just shake your head, holding back a smirk.
âYou should be one of those holiday-wrappers they got at the mall,â you remark. âAll this skillâŚgone to waste.â
âOh, yeah?â
With your tongue slightly poking out between your lips, you nod.
âWe canât all be as great as you,â he replies, and at that, your face loses some of its glee. You still feel so awkward when he says things like that. Internally, though, you eat it up. Even while you have to look away until your ears stop burning, your insides still feel like jumping frogs.Â
For whatever reason, Sy doles out more praise practically all nightâin the living room, how good all your finished presents look; in the kitchen, how good the dinner you made was; upstairs in bed, how good you are doing that thing with your tongue.
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Someone unexpected rings Justine's doorbell on a random night the following week. Even though Syâs grandma lives right across the street, youâve gotten used to visiting her and not the other way around, so when you open the door to see her carrying a bag full of presents, your eyes widen.
You take the bag from her and welcome her inside. âMichaelâs sleeping and the other kids are taking baths,â you say while quickly unloading the bag of gifts near the Christmas tree, âbut Iâll let them know you dropped stuff off. Ooh, theyâre gonna be so thrilled. Thank you so, so much.â
âOneâs for you, too,â she explains.Â
The last present you dig out has your name on it. "Aw, Miss Donna, you didn't have to."
"Oh, don'tchu worry about it, honey, I wanted to.â After you stand back up with a small present for her in your hand, you walk back to the front door and give her a quick, tight hug. âLiana taught me how to shop online on this website called Amazon. Itâs so fast, even out here in the sticks! You ever heard of it?"
You smile. "Here and there, yeah."
She lightly taps your arm. "You mockin' an old lady?"
"Ehh, I might be mockin' someone, but she's not an old lady," you reply with a wink.
"Oh, listen to you. You and Sy are perfect for each other."Â
You bite your lip. âYeah, heâs pretty great,â you murmur. âSo, hey. I got you something, too.â
As you hold out a tiny wrapped box in offering, her face lights up. She puts a hand over her chest. âY/N, Iâm as tickled as a speckled pup.â
You canât help laughing at that strange comparison, and you shake the box a little bit. âWell, take it.â
âOh, you shouldnâtâve given this to me early,â she reaches out for the gift and chides, but it sounds more towards herself. âIâm plumb awful at beinâ patient. I can never wait âtil Christmas Day.â
âNo oneâs sayinâ you have to.â
Her lip sticks out of the side of her mouth in consideration. âOkay, well, here goes.â She instantly starts unwrapping the box like the decision wasnât hard to make at all.
Thereâs a weird anxiety you always get at watching people open gifts that you'd chosen in front of you. You almost wished sheâd just taken it back to her house to open, but itâs nice to know sheâs excited, as least.Â
Your face drops a little when she simply stares inside the box without saying anything. When her silence goes on too long, you explain the gift. âUm. Itâs a Walker, Texas Ranger badge.â
âI know what it is,â she murmurs. âI was just admirinâ.â
Gratefully, you smile. âSoâŚyou like it?â
âY/N,â she finally looks up, âIâm gonna wear it every night.â
Your smile turns to a grin. âPlease do, and let me know how long it takes Sy to comment on it.â
âAbsolutely, hon. Thereâs a new sheriff in town, boys,â she says in a funny voice while going outside again. On the porch, you hug once more, and in her embrace, she even rocks you side-to-side a little. âThank you, thank you, thank you.â
âYouâre so welcome. Go enjoy Chuck Norris now.â
âWhile wearinâ my new badge,â she adds.Â
You watch her cross the street with the internal amusement that Syâs family is really starting to feel like your family. Hell, you and his sisters have your own group chat now.Â
Your train of thought immediately turns to your actual family. In just a few weeks, you and Sy are driving up to Virginia. Itâll be his first time meeting your parents, your grandparents, and some other relatives, and youâre anxious. You're also trying your very hardest to stop being anxious.Â
Youâre not worried about if your familyâs gonna like Sy; you honestly donât care, plus you know they will. Youâre concerned if heâll like them. Or, wellânot like them, butâŚjudge you somehow as being an extension of them. Youâre worried that heâll see too much and then⌠You stop yourself from going any further than that.Â
While things arenât technically dysfunctional back home, your family isâŚcomplicated. Your dadâs version of a warm welcome is a long stare and maybe a head-nod. On the other hand, your mom is the oppositeâtoo talkative, too worried about being a good host, too high-strung at times. Your maternal grandparents are mostly fine other than having health problems, but your dadâs parents are just plain awkward. Youâre prematurely embarrassed just imagining how things are going to go.Â
You sincerely hope Sy doesnât think of you differently after learning where and how you were brought up.Â
After finally closing the front door instead of standing outside in the cold without a jacket, you make your way down the hall to check on the kids.Â
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The hustle and bustle of the holiday season comes full-force, and suddenly, Christmas Eve is upon you. That evening, Justine lets the kids open one present each before going to bed to await the big event the next day, and the gifts they choose are from you. You relish in their excitement as they tear into wrapping paper, their gasps as they see what theyâve gotten, and their smiles and hugs afterwards.Â
Itâs the last time youâll have the chance to have all this. Itâs bittersweet.
You drive to Syâs place afterwards, pushing down lingering guilt of not being at Justineâs in the morning to see the kids open everything else. As special as they are to you, you arenât their mother. Justine deserves those memories. Itâs time for you to make new ones.
Christmas morning with Sy is like a fucking Hallmark movie, but instead of some wholesome image of you both wearing matching pajamas when you come downstairs, youâre in one of his big t-shirts with just boy-shorts underneath and big, fuzzy socks, and heâs half-naked in only his boxers. Theyâre festively covered in candy canes.
In the kitchen, you stand side-by-side with sleep-slanted eyes while going about preparing breakfast together. You begin brewing coffee and pre-heating the oven while Sy cooks up a bunch of turkey sausage in a skillet. After thatâs done, he cracks some eggs in the same pan, and you start warming up water and milk in a pot. While waiting for the liquid to boil, you place a tray of gluten-free biscuits into the oven.
Itâs easy to concentrate on cooking until Sy slowly moves behind you. Wrapping his big arms around your waist until his hands are splayed out atop your stomach, he squeezes you and quickly makes it hard to move. It grows even harder when he starts kissing your neck and distracting you even more.
âMerry Christmas, darlinâ,â he quietly says.
As always when he speaks into your ear, chills break out along your arms. âMerry Christmas, yourself.â
His stubble tickles your skin as he begins kissing the other side of your neck. You donât even pretend to be annoyed as you tilt your head to the side and murmur, âYouâre gonna make me burn the biscuits."
He hums. âAinât possible.â
You chuckle while reaching out for a box next to the stove. âWell, the grits need to go in now, and I gotta actually focus on stirrinâ so I donât mess up, so keep it together.â
âMm. Yes, maâam.â
Turning around slightly, you tilt your face up with your lips pursed, and Sy immediately kisses you. When he backs away, you softly smile at one another. You finish up the grits while Sy starts frying potatoes, and by the time everythingâs done, you have a giant spread of entirely too much food for just two people.
You bring your plates and coffee cups to the living room, deciding to eat while sitting on the couch. When you were little, you always used to listen to holiday music while eating breakfast on Christmas Day, but because you and Sy are both sort of tired of listening to it by now, he starts a fire and turns on the TV instead. He flicks through a few channels before settling on a movie thatâs already halfway done.
âWe gotta getchu a streaming service up in here,â you mutter around a bite of food. âMan, I missed out on a perfect gift. Maybe next year.â
Sy looks over at you while taking a sip of coffee. His eyes meaningfully bore into yours, and you hope heâs thinking the same thing you are. Thereâs gonna be a next Christmas, too. And one after that, and after that, and after that.Â
You find a nearby throw and cover your legs with it, but itâs thin and not substantial enough at all to keep you warm. The fireplace is nice and hot in front of you, at least.
âHow are you even shirtless right now, Sy?â
âChest hairâs good insulation,â he replies, and you can tell as heâs chewing his food that heâs fighting back a stupid grin.
You smirk. âAh.â
You end up eating entirely too much, and you donât care. It means that laying back on the couch with a blanket on your lap and Syâs arm around your shoulders feels even more luxurious. Normally when you lounge around like this, thereâs something inside you protesting, a feeling of Iâve got stuff to do I canât take a break I canât be lazy, but not right now. Right now, youâre with your boyfriend, and right now itâs Christmas, and right now not even your upcoming Virginia trip worries are going to spoil anything.
Eventually, Sy suggests exchanging gifts, and even though your literal most recent thought was about not letting anything spoil your relaxation, the present thing admittedly gets you a little nervous. You seriously donât know why youâre so weird about opening gifts in front of people and watching other people open yours, only that it's a lot of expectation, you guess. A lot of room for disappointment from the other person.
You both agreed to keep it simple, though, so your nerves settle a bit as you walk to the tiny Christmas tree and gather your wrapped presents for Sy. He does the same for you, and you both make a small pile in front of your individual places on the couch. You hope he likes what you've picked out.
You appreciate how non-showy Sy is about everything. It's actually funny to you that he can't wrap for shit and has placed every single thing in various-sized gift bags, all taped shut instead of stuffed with tissue paper. One bag is ridiculously large, the next is small, and the last is tiny.
You have three gifts for him, too, all covered with sleek maroon paper and white ribbons and bows. You want him to go first and tell him so, and you know from his tiny smirk that he sort of already knows what the first small present will be before opening it.Â
Youâre not sure if it was purely casual last month when he mentioned he needed a new wallet, or if it was a hint, but either way, heâd said it, so youâd gotten one. He grins while he pulls out a nice leather wallet that you got help from Johnny in picking out.
âJust what I needed.â
âYeah, well. If youâre gonna insist on payinâ for everything when we go places,â you say while briefly looking away and shrugging, âyou gotta at least upgrade.â
âTrue,â he replies. âThanks, baby.â
âUm. Thereâs somethinâ inside, too,â you nervously say.Â
He lifts an eyebrow.
âNot money,â youâre quick to explain when he pulls out a light-green rectangle of paper in the shape of a dollar bill.Â
On the paper is a handwritten list of things you love about him. You were probably feeling way too sentimental when you came up with the idea to put the paper in his wallet in the first place, but itâs too late to go back now. You really hope it doesnât come across as cheesy as youâre suddenly thinking it will.Â
While Sy starts reading, you feel like youâre sitting next to him naked, so emotionally vulnerable your heart starts to quicken. This being the very first giftâŚitâs heavy.
Why I Love You
You make me feel safe.
You make me feel special.
You always support me.Â
You give the best hugs.
You make me happier than anyone I know.
You always tell me the truth even when itâs not comfortable.
You smell really good.
You look at me differently than you look at everyone else.
You know the real me.Â
You donât disappear when Iâm struggling. You support me.
Your jokes are stupid and funny and stupidly funny.
Iâm in love with you. Youâre the best person I know.
When Syâs done reading, he carefully tucks the paper back into the wallet. As usual when silence goes on too long, you feel the need to fill it with explanations.Â
âUm, I didnât have a whole lot of actual money to spend for gifts, and at that time I didnât know that youâd be buyinâ so much for me up in Tennessee,â you ramble. âI was tryinâ to come up with something that was, like, specialâŚI hope you donât think itâs stupid. Itâs justâyou know I have a hard time sayinâ stuff out loud, so IâŚI wanted to tell you.â
Sy turns to face you, his eyes warm yet a little confused. âWhy would I ever think a gift from you would be stupid?â
You shrug. ââCause itâs sappy,â you quietly reply.
âItâs a gift from you.â Sy reaches out to touch your chin, and he gently beckons you to look at him without breaking eye-contact while he says, âI love you so much, baby. Youâre so good to me. Thank you.â
Your face heats up after accepting a long, sweet kiss. Internally, you still feel naked, but warmth gradually begins to spread through you again. Youâre so good to me is something heâs begun saying more frequently, and you donât know if he even realizes how hearing those words makes your stomach flip every single time.
âIâd need a bigger piece of paper in order to do the same for you,â he comments when he moves to carefully place the wallet on the table next to the couch.
It takes a second to figure out his meaning, but thenâShit, now heâs thinking you hadn't put down enough things. âI couldâve written more, actually, but I ran out of room. I wrote too big. Itâs not likeââ You sigh at yourself. âI just mean that I couldâve kept goinâ on.â
âOh, yeah?â Sy grins as he spreads out an arm on the back of the couch. âWhat else would you have put on there?
You peek at him, all your awkwardness leaving. Heâs just playing around with you. âWhat, you want an ego-boost first thing in the morninâ?â
âMaybe.â Â
âOh, youâre serious,â you say after a beat. âWellâŚYouâre good at practically everything you do. Youâre a good mechanic. You fix stuff around the house and outside, and youâre a good cook, too. Youâre really hardworking. Youâre driven. Youâre a good driver and you donât freak me out when I ride with you. Youâre a good brother, and a good uncle, and youâre good to your grandma. Youâre a good friend. And good with animals. Youâre a good leader. Youâre thoughtful. You always take time to, like, listen to me without interrupting. Youâre protective but not scary. You always make me feel safe,â you go on, staring at the fireplace and missing the amusement on Syâs face. âOh, I already said that one. Um, youâre really considerate. Youâre the most handsome man Iâve ever seen in my life. But obviously Iâd still love you if you were like, not handsome. Iâd love you no matter what. UhhâŚYou and I like the same music. You, uh. Youâre good when weâre, likeâyouâre a good kisser.â
You stop talking and glance over at Sy to see him totally eating this up. âThat enough for you?â
âMm... But just a good kisser?â Sy asks with a roguish expression.
âAnd maybe a few other things, too. Oh, my God, itâs literally so early right now,â you reply with a fake eye-roll. âTake the compliments I already gave.â
He smiles and then turns serious again. Like, really serious. âYou're so good to me,â he repeats, and you take in a quick breath while your heart feels swollen ten times too large inside your chest. âThank you.â
It was just a wallet and a piece of paper.Â
âYouâre welcome,â you look down and reply with hot ears, watching as he lowers his arm from the back of the couch and places his hand on your leg. His thumb starts brushing little circles atop the tattered blanket covering your lap.Â
He clears his throat. âMakinâ you feel safe and happy is literally all I ever want. So even though I donât agree that Iâm good at everything I do, Iâm glad I can at least do that right.âÂ
Still looking at your lap, you smile.
âMainly Iâm just glad that I smell good,â he adds, lightening the heavy mood.Â
âHa, ha.â
You reach out to take a sip of your coffee while Sy pushes the largest of the three bags towards you. Instead of sliding across the hardwood floor easily, itâs slow by whateverâs weighing it down. Since the bag is covered in about thirty pieces of tape from left to right, instead of picking it up to open it, you just lean over and rip apart all the tape. Without meaning to, you loudly gasp when something inside is revealed.
âWell, I wasnât expectinâ that reaction,â Sy tilts his head and quietly mutters in surprise.
You quickly push off the blanket thatâs currently on your lap and replace it with the one inside the bag. Itâs cream-colored and thick, yet itâs soft in a way that makes you unable to stop touching it. âThis is so, so, so smooth.â You lift it up to your cheek and nuzzle it for a moment. âOh, my gosh, itâs so soft.â
Sy watches you in amusement until you settle down with the blanket tucked snugly around you.Â
âThank you, Sy,â you tell him sincerely. âIâm keeping it right here on this couch.â
He scratches the side of his nose. âThereâs somethinâ else, too.â
âI figured,â you reply. âThis bag looks like it weighs a hundred pounds.â
When you reach into the bottom of the bag and pull out the large item with two hands, you grunt. Only after you manage to get it on your lap do you realize what it is. Sy had gotten you another blanket, but itâs packaged, and itâs big, and itâs heavy. Itâs weighted.Â
âTheyâre supposed to help with anxiety, plus my room gets cold âtil I get central heat,â he says nonchalantly. âNot that you have to keep it here if you donât wanna.â
You stare down at the plastic packaging on your lap, fighting the urge to unzip the top and pull out the blanket entirely. Youâve heard of these before. Never before have you even considered one for yourself, though. That would be too obvious.Â
...Obvious to who, though? Itâd be in your bedroom, where you sleep alone. No one else would know but yourself.Â
Youâre starting to realize that compared to other people, youâre probably the worst judge of yourself there is, not the others. As early as possible, you take any shame that you can unto yourself as some sort of way to stay in control before others can do it first.
God, but itâs justânobody ever really talks about your anxiety like just a regular thing you go through besides Sy. Nobody likes even mentioning it. Itâs always been this thing youâve had to fix about yourself, something thatâs taboo, even, because it's not just simply âworryingâ about things here and thereâit's panic attacks and racing thoughts and entirely illogical behavior at times.
But Syâs never had a problem with itâeven when you made up that heâd have a future problem with itâand hereâs a gift not only bringing attention to your struggles, but doing it in a way that makes you feel normal. Youâd gotten him a wallet for practical reasons, and heâd gotten you a blanket for practical reasons, too. Itâs as simple as that.
âI love it. Thank you,â you murmur. The âvery muchâ comes afterwards, subdued.
After putting the plastic-wrapped blanket on the floor, youâre not expecting to be hit with so many emotions. They slam at you all at once like a steam jet to the chest, knocking you metaphorically backwards, and within a second, your eyes start to burn. Itâs enough liquid for you to have to wipe away, but luckily itâs no more than that.Â
Syâs hand is back on your leg, squeezing. âOhâHey, now, I didnât mean to make you cry.â
âYou didnât,â you say while wiping your eyes one more time. âWell, I mean, you kinda did, but itâs okay. Iâm happy.â
You both make eye contact and offer small smiles to one another. He seems to read into whatâs going through your head right now, or at least it seems that he does, because he gives your leg another gentle squeeze and even leans back in to peck your mouth with his.Â
You sniff, and then youâre back to normal, genuinely smiling in front of his close face. âYour turn.â
Sy reaches out for the next present, another relatively small one wrapped in curly ribbon that he has to tear with two hands to break. When he slowly pulls back the wrapping paper, it exposes the All Dogs Go to Heaven picture-frame youâd bought him. In it is a photo of him and Aika that MawMaw found and gave you.
Sy must've not seen this picture in a long, long time. He puts the frame on the small table next to the couch and silently stares at the photo for a long time. A much younger version of himself is crouched down next to the German Shepherd. Just from the image, itâs evident how close they were. Aika has her tongue out, almost looking like she's smiling, and with all his military gear on, Sy looks serious, but the side of his mouth is tilted just enough for him to appear content.
âThere was somethinâ else that was supposed to be sitting on top of the frame,â you say after a long, quiet minute. âMaybe itâs still in the paper.â
Sy reaches inside the discarded paper and finds the next little thing you got himâa tiny Christmas tree ornament in the shape of a dog-tag. On the back is a pawprint.Â
Sy looks down at the ornament and doesnât say anything, but you have a feeling that maybe itâs just because he can't. As he puts it on the table next to the picture frame, he audibly swallows like heâs got a lump in his throat. Finally, he looks at you and nods, and you understand that thatâs his way of thanking you.
Well. That went well, you think.Â
You bend over and pick up the next bag for you, one of the small ones. You carefully rip the tape up top then reach inside to pull out what looks like a rolled-up t-shirt. Unfurling it and fanning it open, you lay it on your lap, and your jaw drops open of its own accord when you see whatâs on it.Â
You wear a lot of band t-shirts. Sy probably doesnât remember anymore, but you were wearing a Led Zeppelin shirt on the first night you met. It was actually the topic of one of the very first conversations you ever had with one another. Well, one of the first real conversations, at least.Â
Anyway, you stare down at this Led Zeppelin shirtâblack with a red ZOSO design in the middleâand youâre unable to close your mouth.
âWhatâre you lookinâ at it like that for?â Sy almost laughs at you.
You shake your head. âNothinâ. I love it! Seriously. I love it. You know I'm gonna wear this. JustâYou should open your next one now.â
The next and last gift youâd gotten Sy doesnât have any fancy ribbons on it, just a simple bow he removes before tearing back the paper. Next, he opens the actual box youâd placed the gift inside, and there, folded neatly underneath tissue paper, is a black t-shirt with a red design in the middle.
Sy looks over at you and then back down at the shirt. âYouâre fuckinâ jokinâ.â
You start to laugh. âI swear, I had no clue.â
He lifts up the exact same shirt that heâd gotten you, only in a larger size. âThe same damn one,â he states. âThe same damn one. Really, Y/N?â
Uncontrollably laughing, you lean against his bare arm.
âI think that's about as good a sign as there ever was,â he says.Â
âFor what?â you say through your laughter.
Sy lifts his arm and lets you in closer to him. âThat I'm yours and you're mine,â he answers like itâs obvious.
âYeah.â You get yourself under control and just grin while wrapping an arm around Syâs middle. âYou could always put it on now, you know,â you suggest. âUnless youâd like to keep showinâ off like this.â
He huffs out a laugh. âI ain't showinâ anything off but a dad-bod.â
âOh, be quietâthat's so not true,â you sit up fuller and say, swiping your arm across his stomach as you move. âItâs sexy.â
Sy keeps his arm draped around your shoulders. Looking up at him to see him now looking down at you, thereâs heat in his eyes, and you return it, seeing how far you can take this right now. You really like this couch. Lots of fun stuff has happened on this couch.Â
Ultimately, Sy clears his throat. That means later.
âLast one,â Sy points out as he moves back his arm to let you reach down for it.Â
Your next gift is a necklace so pretty you gasp when you flip open the box itâs in. The chain is white gold, and it holds a pendant in the shape of a teardrop. Diamonds are encrusted on the outer edge of the teardrop, and a beautiful gem is nestled in the center. The jewels glimmer as you simply look down, and when youâre not able to hold your hands that steady anymore, more diamonds catch light and sparkle.Â
âSy, this is gorgeous,â you utter, gingerly touching the necklace. You donât know much about jewelry, but the diamonds look very, very bright. âIt looks expensive.â
âSo?â he asks rhetorically, then clears his throat after you gently swat his arm. âI mean, it absolutely wasnât.â
âItâs my birthstone in the middle,â you whisper.
âI know.â
Of course he knows. âThanks so much,â you gratefully say, closing the box and placing it to the side. In full contentment, your smile doesnât leave your face. âThis wasâŚThis is so nice. This was a nice Christmas.â
Mirroring your contentment, Syâs eyes shine when you look over at him, almostâalmostâas bright as your new necklace. âYou like everything?â
Grinning so widely your cheeks hurt, you nod and hug your new blanket to your chest. âYeah. I really do, Sy. Thanks so much again.â Belatedly, you quickly glance at him to ask, âWas everything okay for you? I know it really wasnât a lot ââ
Sy interrupts you with a quiet little snort. âChristmas ainât about stuff.â
You think back to what Sy had said on Thanksgiving Day, about how you canât place a value on spending time with family and friends and loved ones; itâs irreplaceable, too important to assign a price to.
âThis was perfect,â he says, and he means it. Because he says what he means and means what he says. The couch dips a little with his weight as he shifts a little closer. Before placing his lips on yours, he murmurs, âThank you.â
You get caught up kissing one another with no real purpose besides comfort. When you finally separate, you stare at one another for a while. Youâre so fucking in love that you feel like youâre on top of a Ferris wheel.
âI was half afraid you were gonna get me a new car or something,â you admit.
Sy doesnât reply, but he casually reaches out to the side table, opens the front drawer of it, and pulls something out. Wordlessly, he moves an item so small it fits in the palm of his hand onto the blanket covering your legs. When you notice what it is, you look up just in time to see him raise his other hand, signaling for you not to protest just yet.
âSy.â
âHear me out,â he says. âThere are safer options for you to drive.â
You scratch your neck. âButâŚan entire car?â
âAn entire car. The key here is just for show,â he says before lifting it up and putting it back in the drawer. âI havenât bought anything yet. You obviously get to pick.â
Your eyes begin darting around a little bit while you try to process what heâs said. âIââ You swallow and finally look up. âThatâs a lot, Sy. You already got me this beautiful necklace, and IâthatâsâI could never get you a gift like that.â
âListen, it ainât about eveninâ a scoreboard,â he says with the serious-brows he gets when he wonât budge on a topic. âYou already give me more than I could ask for on a daily basis.â
You close your eyes. Here you thought you were being so good at accepting the necklace without feeling awkward about it. Now this. What do I give you on a daily basis thatâs equivalent to a car, you want to ask.
âBaby,â he murmurs, and you open your eyes and look over at him again. âYou said that one thing you love about me is I make you feel safe. Right?â
You don't have to even think before answering. âAlways.â
âSo think of it as a way I can keep doinâ that. I can buy somethinâ, and that somethinâ will be keeping you safe, so itâd be like me continuinâ to keep you safe myself.â
You're fully aware that Sy is trying to talk you into accepting this grandiose and excessive idea, but it doesnât feel like the classic manipulation from your past. Your ex would try to coerce you into things for insincere reasons. Heâd say something about how he just wants to know your location all the time so he knows youâre safe, or how he just wants you home instead of going out so heâll know youâre safe.Â
Sy, on the other hand, is proposing getting you a reliable vehicle. ForâŚthe purpose of a vehicle. So you can drive from one place to another without the risk of breaking down. Thatâs all. Thereâs no underlying sinister purpose.Â
Slowly, you nod. âOkay.â
His eyebrows jump. âOkay?â
âYeah,â you quietly answer, amused at how happy Sy looks. âI can imagine beinâ worried if you were out drivinâ the car I do, soâŚyeah. I get it. I wouldnât want you worryinâ about me drivinâ it, either.â
For long moments, Sy just sits there looking extremely pleased. âHey,â he beckons, and you look up again. âYou deserve it, you know.â
You let out a breath. âTryinâ to think I do,â you mutter.
He winks. âProgress, then.â
Still not putting on a shirt, Sy pulls the level on the side of the couch to make it recline backwards. He relaxes on the couch while you get up to find your phone and pour both of you fresh coffee. When you come back to the couch, you lay out on it long-ways, resting your head on Sy's large thigh like a pillow. You cover yourself with your new blanket, get comfy with the feel of Sy's fingers on your hair, and start sending texts to everyone you know. On television, A Christmas Story has just started.Â
You send texts to your family members first and then Syâs, then you move on to a few friends and co-workers. Obviously, Ameliaâs first.Â
Your text is simpleââMerry Christmasâ with a bunch of exclamation points and happy-looking emojis, and youâre surprised when she immediately texts you back with an even more enthusiastic âMERRY CHRISTMASâ and even more emojis. Directly following the text is a picture.Â
You gasp and almost drop your phone onto your face. âOh, my fucking God.â
Sy stiffens quite quickly and quite severely, and you can only grin while keeping yourself from squealing. Your feet flutter underneath the blanket in excitement before you sit up in a flash. As Sy realizes that nothingâs wrong, you pick up your phone and lift it up to show him, displaying the picture Amelia had sent you of her left hand.
âOh my God, he proposed, Sy!â you exclaim. âJohnny proposed!â
Sy raises his eyebrows a little and sticks out his lower lip in a gesture you interpret to mean, âHuh, imagine that,â and you smack his arm, rolling your eyes afterwards.
âYou knew, didnât you?â
ââCourse I knew.â He looks back at the television, but he does offer you a guilty expression first. âHe threatened to stomp out my knee if I said anything.âÂ
Your grin never falters. âHe would never.â
âStill, had to honor it. Was hard as hell not to tell you, though.â
You look at your phone again and text Amelia a bunch of exclamation points. âYeah, yeah.âÂ
âHonest,â Sy insists. âI knew you wouldnât let it out.â
âNo, but I get it. Maybe I wouldâve unconsciously behaved in some weird way that wouldâve led her to believe something⌠I get it.â
Youâre just so happy for her. She must be having the best morning ever.
Last on your texting list is Justine. Merry Christmas! Hope the kids had a good time making a mess out of the living room this morning lol, which you figure will be misinterpreted, so you then erase it to write: Merry Christmas! Hope the kids had a good morning and liked all their gifts, which you then change again to simply say: Merry Christmas! Hope you and the kids are having a great morning!
In the kitchen, you call your mom while packing up leftovers from breakfast. Youâd shipped some stuff to her instead of waiting until after New Yearâs to give her presents, and she said that if sheâdâve known you would be doing that, she wouldâve shipped your gifts, too.
âMom, itâs really okay,â you tell her for about the third time.
âBut theyâre not there on Christmas Day,â she replies. âI assumed we were all gonna wait until you got here.â
âJust a small misunderstanding,â you tell her. âI was just tryinâ to be nice. If you want, just wait until I visit to open what I mailed you, and we can open them all together.â
âIâve been so busy tryinâ to get everything ready for yâall,â she changes the topic.
âOhâdonât even sweat it, Momma, itâs okay. We werenât planninâ on stayinâ there.â
âYeah, I know, you told me that, and I wish one day you would, but itâs okay,â she says, and you take a very long breath in and a very long breath out. âStill, itâs a lot of stuff I still have to do around here, and thereâs just not enough hours in the day, yâknow?â
âTotally,â you reply.Â
You chat a bit more, but as usual, itâs mainly just your mother sharing things because she doesnât have a lot of people to talk to, and itâs Christmas, so of course you indulge. While listening to her, you clean the kitchen with your phone between your ear and shoulder. Itâs only when sheâs finally done worrying aloud and finally done sharing stories about people you donât know that she asks about you.
âSo, what kind of food does your boyfriend like? I need to make sure I have stuff here that heâll eat, and Iâd like to get him a gift, too. Itâd be just awful to open presents around him without havinâ somethinâ for him, too.â
After opening the fridge to place some containers of leftovers inside, you stand there and look around. Thereâs nothing special that Sy likes or dislikes. The manâll eat literally anything.
âIâll give you some ideas here in a bit,â you say after pondering for a few more seconds. âBut no worries either way about any of that stuff. Heâs a really easy-goinâ person.â
âOh, I just canât wait to meet him,â she enthuses.
Feeling like youâre a teenager about to go to your first dance or something, you smile. âI canât wait, either,â you admit.
âAt first I thought you werenât callinâ home as much âcause you were mad at me or somethinâ, but it makes sense now. Youâve probably been spendinâ a lot of time with him.â
âWell, thereâs been work and school and Justineâs kids, too, but yeah,â you chuckle. âIâm here with him now. Weâre spendinâ Christmas together.â
âThatâs so great, honey. And you said heâs good to you?â she asks. âActually good? Heâs not likeââ
âHeâs very good to me,â you interrupt.Â
Sheâs quiet for a moment. âOkay,â she says, then her tone gets more chipper again. âIâm happy for you.â
âIâm really happy, too,â you murmur.
âWell, Merry Christmas, sweetie. Thanks for callinâ.â
âMerry Christmas!â you chime back. âIâll text you later on, and Iâll see you real soon.â
âAlright, just donât forget, okay? I need to make a shoppinâ list.â
âI wonât forget,â you say through an over-exaggerated sigh. âLove you.â
âLove you!â
Done with the kitchen and your one important phone call of the day, you slide your socked feet over the hardwood floors until arriving at the couch again. Sy looks at you with his eyebrows perked up a bitâa way to ask if everythingâs good.
You sit down next to him and instantly reach out for your new blanket. âMomâs excited to meet you.â
He smiles but doesnât say anything while you cuddle up next to him. With his seat still reclined back, you decide to just lay your head down on his lap again like youâd been doing earlier. âDo we got plans today?â you ask while stretching out your legs on the couch. âShould we go see your family or are they doinâ other things?â
âMawMawâs doinâ supper if you wanna go,â Sy says.Â
âOf course I wanna go,â you instantly answer, shifting around to get your face comfortable on Syâs leg.
âLi and the boysâll be there.â
âOoh, even better,â you say, then: âFuck, I didnât get them anything. I got Liana somethinâ but forgot the freakinâ kids.â
Sy gently places his hand on your head. âI gotchu covered.â
You let out a breath of air in relief. âI already gave MawMaw her gift, so then that way everyoneâll all have somethinâ when we get there. Iâm glad you have a better memory than me.â
âYouâve had a lot goinâ on recently,â he murmurs.Â
You make a noise in the back of your throat. âYeah. Just a little.â
Sy soothingly continues touching your hair, lulling you into a warm, safe, almost drowsy state of mind. From time to time, his thumb traces the outside of your ear. You find yourself entirely relaxed while watching the end of the movie.
And tonight, you know thingsâll still be relaxing and not stressful. You know MawMawâs gonna have a ton of food cooked, you know that youâll love catching up with Liana, and you know her kids wonât be hellions. You know that Sy will make corny jokes and eat too much and fall asleep while sitting on the couch. You know that football will be playing on TV.
Youâre excited to visit your hometown soon, yeah, but everything about this placeâyour current spot with Sy, this house youâre in that doesnât even have many of your possessions in it, this townâall of it just feels like home. Like this is where you belong.Â
âSo whatâdju get MawMaw?â Sy asks sometime later.Â
You grin, but he isnât able to see. âYouâll just have to wait âtil tonight to see.â