Summary: You and Captain Syverson are constantly fighting for multiple reasons. However, he always finds a way to calm you down, giving you exactly what you need.
Pairing: Captain Syverson x fem!reader
Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex
A/N: I had this idea thanks to @itsabsolutelyfantastic who pretty much forced me to write it, SO. THERE YOU GO, BITCH!
I saw one of the new soldiers that had just arrived running towards me and rolled my eyes, starting to walk in a fast pace. “Hey!” he screamed, touching my shoulders when he finally reached me.
I turned around to look at him, uninterest all over my face. “How can I help you, soldier?” I offered him a small smile. It wasn’t his fault, after all, that he was being used for stupid reasons by his superior.
“Captain Syverson wants to see you, ma’am” he panted, still trying to catch his breath from the run. I considered ordering him to tell his captain to go fuck himself, but the last time I did it the young man nearly passed out at the thought of doing so.
I nodded, turning around to go talk to Syverson as if I didn’t know what he wanted already. I arrived at his office - if you can call that an office - and entered without knocking. “Using the newbies to go after me again? That’s low. Even for you.” I said as a sat on a chair in front of his desk, being greeted by one of his annoying smirks.
“Ah, I knew you wouldn’t say no to him” he laid back on his seat, a pleasant look on his face.
I crossed my legs, shaking my feet impatiently. “What do you want, Syverson? If this is another trick of yours to get me to go on a date, I swear to God…” I sighed.
“I just wanted to know how’s work, if you’re ok… We’re checking in on everyone, now” the Captain said simply, and I almost believed him until he started laughing.
“Work was doing just fine until you interrupted me” groaning, I shook my head at him.
“Oh, come on! Don’t be so hard with me, darling” he said with his deep accent and a soft voice and I almost fell for it. Then I remembered who I was talking to. Rolling my eyes, I pretended to analyze my nails that, after almost of year in the desert was in desperate need of care, as he continued to talk. “We just received a pack of food. I separated the best ones for us, if you’re interested…”
I raised an eyebrow at Syverson, sighing when he smiled softly at me. “Trying to buy me with food? Really?” I said ironically, even though just the thought of having something different to eat for once made my mouth water.
“You know you’re my favorite” he said with a wink, getting back to whatever he was doing before I arrived. “It’s a date, then. See you at 7”
“Excuse me?” I scoffed, not believing how incredibly rude and cocky he was being. “I never agreed to it, Sy” I said and then groaned, realizing the mistake I made by calling him by his nickname, which was only confirmed when he offered me a wide smile, a very rare thing for him.
When he was about to say something snarky, probably, a young soldier knocked and I turned around at the same time his head popped from the door. “Sorry to, uh, interrupt” he said nervously, making me roll my eyes. Apparently, my story with the Captain was already famous between everyone. That’s what happens when you’re in the middle of the desert. Our own lives become the best soap opera available. “But we need you, Lieutenant” he said and I nodded, dismissing him.
I got up, walking towards the door, fixing my hair that was trapped into a tight bun. “This conversation isn’t over” I warned, pointing my finger at him.
“I’m aware. We’ll finish it tonight. Over dinner” Syverson winked at me, making me groan in frustration as I walked away. “Save that anger for later, cupcake. You’re gonna scream my name tonight, I promise you that!” he yelled with a loud laugh.
I closed the door with a bang, closing my eyes for a minute and trying to think clearly. I knew that I didn’t have to go to dinner with him, but saying no to Syverson could be a really tough task. And what’s so wrong with having a meal together, right? That doesn’t mean anything. We were just going to be two friends sharing some good food, for a change.
With that thought in mind, I found myself getting ready to meet with him. In the desert; however, “getting ready” has a different meaning. I wore my usual clothes - a black tank top and jeans - and let my hair down, which was something that I didn’t do so often. Almost never, to be honest.
I opened the door to leave at the same time Syverson was about to knock. He offered me a cocky smile when he saw that I was about to go meet him before he even had to try to convince me again. “Didn’t dress up for me?” he asked with a pout, making me roll my eyes.
“You’re saying that as if you’re not wearing your everyday red t-shirt and camouflage shorts. I’ve seen this outfit a thousand times” I mocked him and we started walking, him leading the way.
“Oh, so you pay attention to my clothes? Or maybe you just imagine yourself taking them off?” Syverson said and I gave him a serious look, punching his arm playfully. “No need to be violent!” he raised his arms as if he was surrendering.
“All I’m saying is that you don’t get to be picky! Not with this clothes” I shrugged, pointing at him with a sad look on my face.
“Oh, come on! It embraces all of the right places!” he gave me a suggestive smile and I rolled my eyes.
“God, you are infuriating!” I groaned, holding myself back and not punching him again, in the face this time, like I wanted to.
“So I’ve been told. By you. Many, many times!” he stopped walking, making me look at him. I glanced at his mouth, so inviting even though most of it was covered by his beard. He was leaning towards me when I cleared my throat, shaking my head and starting to walk again.
“Anyway… We both know I’m here just for the food” I said and he gave me a look of Who are you trying to fool?, and I just ignored him. “Where are we going, by the way?”
That question made the captain smile widely at me. Not in an ironical or suspicious way. A genuine smile. And that terrified me more than anything. “The best secret spot of this hell hole. My bedroom.” and just like that, he ruined the moment. I made a face at him and he realized the mistake he made. “I don’t mean it like that. Or only like that. You’ll see.” he winked and we continued to walk in silence.
Syverson kept glancing at me and that increased the tension between us. Because of that, the path to his bedroom never seemed so long. I made that walk a hundred times before, and I’ve been to his bedroom innumerous times too. I don’t know what he could show me that I haven’t already seen.
Once we arrived and he opened the door for me, I was greeted by a very excited German Shepherd. “Oh, hey there, Aika” I bend over to pet the dog for a moment, scratching her ears.
“She misses you” Syverson said fondly, going over to the kitchen after I flashed him a soft smile. Although, theoretically, that wasn’t his dog, Aika stayed with him most of the time, which is why I used to play with her a lot. They were very connected and protected each other all the time. “I’ll take her outside, she needs to get some fresh air” he said once he got back, offering me a beer.
“Thanks” I mumbled, pacing for a bit. I looked around, trying to search for some changes, but everything seemed normal. “So, where’s this secret spot of yours?” I asked when he entered the room again. Since he was the Captain, he didn’t have to share a room with other soldiers like the rest of us. In fact, he had a small house just for himself.
With a mysterious smile on his face, he just grabbed a bag full of food and pointed the way with his head, starting to walk again. We ended up on his bedroom that had, indeed, some changes. For example, he had a giant mattress on the floor, replacing the small bed we used to share.
I looked up and saw that a part of the ceiling was gone - the very same part that was always problematic, with infiltrations that became a huge problem everytime a rain decided to make an appearance there -. “You really changed the place…” I whispered.
He placed the bag beside the mattress, before sitting there, his back pressed against the wall. “Most of it changed by itself, to be honest” he chuckled darkly as I sat by his side, looking up at the hole above our heads. “That just fell the other day. Not much to do about it” he sighed, opening a can of food for us.
“Well, it did gave you the best view you could possibly have” I joked, sipping my bear and eating some of the cold beans that he offered me. “You said good food, Syverson. I’m only seeing the usual here” I raised an eyebrow at him.
“Be patience, love! We’ll get there. I promise. And you know I never break a promise” he winked at me and I shook my head.
We talked as we ate, discussing some light issues and remembering funny stories from our lives before the army. I had no idea what time it was, but I knew it was late because we couldn’t hear any more noise from outside. I wasn’t worried about that, though. I was feeling good in a way I haven’t felt in forever, and I didn’t want it to end.
We were laying on the mattress, looking at the sky. “Ready for the surprise?” he asked and I nodded. With a wide smile, he took a giant bowl of peanut butter out of the bag and handed it to me.
“Oh my God! Are you serious?” I gasped, opening it quickly and dipping my finger on it. I tasted it slowly, closing my eyes and moaning in pleasure. “Fuck, I could kiss you right now” I groaned, eating some more of it.
“I wouldn’t complain” Syverson said softly and I opened my eyes, looking at him. He had his eyes locked on me and before I could even think of answering him, his giant hands were cupping my cheeks and kissing my softly.
I could taste the beer on his lips and I was sure he could do the same with the peanut butter I had just eaten. The growing beard brushing against my skin made me shiver. We were just tasting each other’s lips and, before we could get too carried away, I distanced myself from him.
“Sy, please. We talked about this.” that wasn’t exactly true. I, alone, decided that it was best for us to stop whatever we were having. I promised myself never to get involved with him again, at least not until we were out of the field. And I always broke that promise by finding myself in his bedroom.
“Oh, really?” he chuckled ironically at me, shaking his head. He got up as I sat down, pacing around the room. “I don’t remember having any sort of conversation with you. I just remember you dumping me out of the blue. And then acting as if nothing ever happened” he screamed angrily.
“Look, I’m sorry if I hurt you. I may have done things the wrong way, but I still stand by my decision” I shrugged, not knowing what to say.
“Then why are you here? Huh? Then why do you keep sending mixed signs to me? I’m getting fucking tired of your games” Syverson exclaimed and I could see the veins of his arms perfectly clear as he clenched his fists.
“What games? What the fuck are you talking about?” I said angrily, getting up so I could face him, the peanut butter now long forgotten.
“This. You, coming here, spending the night with me, and then just leaving in the next morning. You never even wait for me to wake up, you just vanish!” he had his eyes locked on mine, his hands on his face. He looked angry, but he also looked really tired and really hurt. And the reason for all of that was me.
“I… I’m sorry. This was a mistake, I shouldn’t be here” I mumbled, grabbing my shoes so I could leave. Before I managed to reach the door, I felt strong hands around my wrists, pulling me back.
“Oh, no. You’re not running away from this conversation” he groaned, turning me around so I could face him. “I love you. I always have and even though you continue to hurt me, I still love you. Why do you have to make things so hard?” he sounded so confused that I felt terrible.
“I love you too, but-” before I could say anything else, I felt his lips crashing against mine violently. He held my face tightly, making it impossible for me to run away from him again. Caressing my cheeks, Syverson slowly broke the kiss.
“That’s good enough for me.” he said softly, his lips brushing on mine as he spoke. “Stay. Not just for tonight.” the moonlight was illuminating his face and that view, combined with his soft plead and his soft touch, made it impossible to say no. I missed him like hell and I was tired of fighting him, or pretending that I didn’t care about him.
Life in the field could be hell. We never knew if we were gonna make it through the day. Because of that and after a tough mission, I decided to end things with him. We were both a liability to each other, and I just wanted to protect us from more pain. My plain, however, failed miserably; we never stopped caring for each other. We were just suffering unnecessarily. But that ended in that moment.
With that in mind, I wrapped my arms around his neck, tiptoeing so I could kiss him. Syverson groaned against my lips and I took that as an opportunity to slid my tongue into his mouth, squeezing the back of his neck softly.
Managing to carry me easily, he laid me on the mattress, straddling my body, never pulling away, never breaking the kiss. Actually, he deepened it even more. “You say I’m infuriating, but I’m pretty sure it’s the other way around, love” he groaned against my mouth before moving his lips to my neck. He sucked on my soft skin harshly, his beard making it extra rough. He knew exactly what my sweet spots were and using it for his advantage, making me sigh in pleasure.
I knew how much he loved to tease me. He always had a lot of fun watching me squirm under his body, aching for his touch. In fact, most of the times he always made sure that I was soaking wet before he actually fucked me. Foreplay was a big turn on for him and of course, for me, but I wasn’t in the mood to wait. “We can go slow later, Sy” I groaned impatiently, unzipping his shorts and sliding it down his body, my hands on his covered ass, squeezing it. “Right now, I just need you” I moaned, feeling his growing bulge rubbing against my body.
“So fucking impatient, aren’t you?” he groaned, moving his mouth to my shoulder. He bit it softly before taking my pants off, turning me around in a quick movement. “Get on your hands and knees” he ordered, backing away for a moment.
I did as he said as I heard him lower his boxer a bit, just enough to set his member free. Although I couldn’t see him, I knew him good enough to understand his signs and that’s why I was sure he was stroking himself.
“If I recall correctly, baby… And I would never forget something like this…” he whispered into my ear, sucking it softly as he ran his hands along my body, teasing my inner thighs. He rubbed his fingertips over my covered clit, making me shiver and sigh. “That’s your favorite position, huh?”
“You know me too well” I chuckled as he finally lowered my panties, moving so slowly that I had to control myself not to take it off myself. “Stop teasing me” I groaned, looking at him over my shoulders.
“And what fun would that be, my love?” he asked, winking at me before grabbing my ass and exposing myself to him. “Already so wet…” I could hear approval on his voice as he licked his lips. “Always so ready for me, my good girl” he whispered and before I could even think about answering him, I felt his warm mouth on my pussy.
“Fuck!” I groaned, squeezing the sheets under my hands tightly. He sucked on my clit, his hands massaging the skin of my buttcheeks softly, keeping myself open for him. It’s been so long that I’ve felt that way that it didn’t take long for him to have me out of my mind. “Syverson…” I moaned, feeling so fucking close already. He knew that too and, before I could cum, he pulled away, making me whimper.
“You taste even better than I remembered… So sweet” he chuckled darkly, cleaning my juices off of his beard. I heard him took his shirt off, tossing it aside as I tried to calm down. “Relax, baby… I’m gonna fuck you in a second” Syverson had his body over mine and, because of that, I could feel all of him against me, even though he was careful not to let his weight smash me.
With a hand he held himself up and, with the other, he guided his cock into my pussy. Dipping just the tip of it into me, he kissed my neck lightly and teasingly, testing me, wanting me to break down and beg. Instead of doing so, I just pushed myself closer to him and with that, he finally slid all of his length inside of me.
“Oh fuck” we moaned loudly and he stilled, letting us both enjoy that feeling for a moment. “God, baby, you’re so tight for me” he whispered into my ear as he began to move in a slow and torturing pace. Pulling my hair roughly, a thing he always loved to do whenever he had a chance and whenever I had my hair down, he kissed my exposed neck, still not increasing the speed.
“Faster” I begged, moving my hips along with his movements.
“Not just yet, baby… I have other things in mind, first” I could hear his smirk and I groaned at his agonizing slow movements. He slipped all the way out of me slowly before pushing it all in violently, and although I loved that, I just needed more. “Do you still enjoy when your ass gets some attention too?” he laughed into my ear, biting it softly.
I didn’t even answer him. I knew I didn’t have to, especially when I felt him reuniting my wetness with his fingers. He quickly led it to my ass, teasing my hole as he continued to fuck my pussy. Circling it with his fingertips, he bit my shoulder roughly, quickly licking it to soften up the pain.
“Beg for it” he groaned, still teasing my butt, applying some pressure on it but never really fucking me.
“Please… Please do it” I moaned, desperate for his touch, his slow pace making me go crazy. Without warning, I felt his thumb sliding inside my ass. It was just the tip, but it was enough to make me gasp. “Fuck, yes” I sighed, pressing my forehead against the mattress.
“Such a slut” Syverson laughed, finally increasing the speed. He pounded into me, his thighs banging into mine. I was sure that I would be sore as fuck the next day, but I couldn’t care less about it. All I could think about was how good it felt to have him inside of me. To feel so full and so complete.
“Your slut” I half chuckled half moaned, losing my breath when he hit my sweet spot. His finger was deep inside of me as he continued to fuck my pussy with his cock, and those two sensations combined was building my orgasm up fastly.
“You know I never break a promise, right? And earlier today, I said you were gonna scream my name…” Syverson was going balls deep on me and I groaned when he kissed my neck roughly, his beard brushing against my skin in a way I knew I’d make me all marked up and red. “So tell me… are you going to be a good girl and cum with me? Really loudly? Letting everyone know who you belong to?” he asked in a possessive way and I just nodded, unable to speak. “Then cum, baby. Do it. Now” he moaned, whispering sweet words into my ear.
“Sy! Syverson!” I screamed, the air escaping from my lungs as our bodies shook together. “Oh my God” I gasped, his warm cum filling me up as he kissed my neck caringly as we both came.
“Fuck!” he grunted, slamming into me one more time before letting his body relax, careful not to crush me.
We stayed like that for a while, just relaxing and letting ourselves catch our breaths before he slid himself out of me, laying on his side so he could look at my face. I rolled my body, facing the hole in the ceiling as I felt his cum dripping from my pussy and running its way down my thighs.
I could feel Syverson staring at me, his eyes studying my features. “You were wrong, by the way.” he whispered and I looked at him, confusion all over my face. “Earlier. You said that the sky was the best view I could have. That’s not right. You. Right here. By my side. That’s the best view I could ever ask for” I was speechless and he slid some strings of hair away from my face and kissed me softly.
“Well, I’m not going anywhere. You’ll have that view for a long time. No need to send the newbies after me anymore, although that will always be funny” I managed to say, smiling softly at him.
“Good” he said simply, pulling me closer to his body. We stayed awake for a long time during that night, but when we finally slept, we were tangled on each others arms. And this time, I wasn’t going to run away.
