#captain sy

You hadn’t been dating Sy but a few months, but you just knew he was it. He was all the things you could ever want. Smart, sweet, and sexy. Which brought you to this point. You’d been so hot for him the last few dates the two of you had, but you weren’t sure if he was feeling the same.

Tonight gave you all the conformation you could ever need though. When he’d leaned over and whispered that you looked good enough to eat with a low growl in his voice, making your body flame with arousal. When he brought you home you kissed him hard, and he caught on quick. Big, calloused hands roaming over your body.

“Darlin’ if I’m not mistaken I think you might want me,” he drawled against your lips with a smirk. “I do, Sy. So bad,” you nearly whined. “Open the door baby. I’ll give you what you want,” he said before pecking your lips. You eagerly unlocked the door before he was back on you, squeezing and kneading every inch of flesh he could get his hands on.

“Come on,” you said, taking him by the hand and bringing him to your room. He skillfully undressed you, you only having taken his shirt off so far. He tossed you up on the bed with a grin before shucking his pants off and advancing on you. He kissed you breathless, before leaning back to take you in.

“Just beautiful,” he said as his hands roamed over your body. When he reached your thighs you sat up and began pushing his boxer briefs off. When you saw his manhood you sat back wide eyed. He was thick. So ungodly thick. You’d thought those “thick as my forearm” cocks were only real in romance novels but here he was hard, uncut, and so unbelievably thick your heart jumped up into your throat.

“What’s wrong baby?,” he asked, softly caressing your face. “How’s that supposed to fit in me?,” you nearly whispered. “It’ll fit darlin’. You were made for it, for me,” he breathed. The sentiment washed over you. He felt the same about you as you did him. “I— I…,” you stammered. “I love you too baby. I’d never hurt you,” he told you. “Okay,” you nodded, trying to mentally prepare yourself for this.

“Lay back again and relax,” he cooed. He hovered over you, kissing your lips before letting his body meet yours. The feeling of all his coarse hair against your skin sent a tingle through your body. He kissed your jaw then your neck, before making his way to your breasts. He pushed them together and began absolutely laving your nipples. He didn’t stop until you were begging because they were throbbing and oversensitive. “Ahhh. Sy please. Mmmm. Can’t take anymore,” you blabbered.

He gave you a cheeky grin before kissing down your body, on the inside of your thighs, and on your hard little clit. You jumped at first contact. Little did you know, that was only the beginning. “Ain’t that a sight,” he rasped as he regarded your slick cunt. “So pretty,” he murmured, before licking a stripe up it. He then moved up to your clit, alternating between licking and sucking at it expertly.

You’d been given oral before but nothing came close to this. He was so good that he had you coming within minutes, but he didn’t let up. “Sy,” you cried out, trying to pushing him away. “Now darlin’ you gotta let me get you ready, huh?,” he said before licking your clit once more. He ran his hands up your body soothingly then squeezed your breasts. He kissed your clit again before slipping one finger through your slit and sliding it in.

“Ah yeah. You’re so tight baby. Gonna have to take a little more so it’ll be good for you once I slide my cock in. You still want it dontcha?,” he asked. “Yes,” you shuddered as he started sliding his finger in and out. “Good girl. Just relax baby. I’ve got you,” he encouraged. He put his mouth back to your sex and began lapping at you gently in time with his strokes to your soaked cunt. You were almost embarrassed by all the wet sounds coming from your pussy, but it didn’t take long for that to pass.

“I can feel you squeezin’ me darlin’. Let me have it,” Sy then said. “Ooooh,” you keened as your second orgasm washed over you. “Mmhmm,” he hummed before nearly sliding his finger all the way out. “Wh—,” you began before he pushed it back in with a second finger. “Fuck,” you whimpered while grabbing your breasts. “You’re doin’ so good,” he says before sucking on your clit harshly.

This time he went a little harder on you, sending you onto an orgasm that was absolutely toe curling. “Please fuck me Sy,” you said, nearly hysterical. “One more time,” he said, adding a third finger. He rocked them into you while thumbing at your clit with his left hand. He watched you writhe and claw at the sheets before your back bowed off the bed. This time you started gushing everywhere. “Ahhh fuuuck,” you screamed when he pulled his fingers out and quickly rubbed them over your swollen clit. “Fuck is right. Fuckin’ sexy as hell,” he panted before lapping up your slick.

“Please…,” you said as you looked up at him. He lined up with you, rubbing his cock head through your wet folds. “Nice and slow, alright?,” he said. You nodded feebly, waiting for him to start feeding his behemoth cock into your pussy. He pushed a few inches in, then thrusted into you just like that. He continued this until he was balls deep. You watched his eyes roll back as he hovered over you. His jaw ticked as he got used to the feeling of how tight you were.

“Goddamn,” he huffed before sliding out then back in slowly. “I’m gonna cum,” you strained. “Already darlin’? Must feel good,” he said proudly. “‘M so f— full,” you managed before your pussy started gushing again. You clung to him, riding it out, until it stopped. After you were absolutely shaking.

“Do I need to stop baby? Are you okay?,” he asked worriedly. “N— no. I need it harder Sy. Please. Fuck me harder,” you begged. “I don’t wanna hurt you,” he replied. “Please,” you said softly as you looked up at him. He couldn’t tell you no. He was never able to. Instead, he wrapped you up in his arms and started pounding into you. You bucked against him, loving the way he felt inside you, all around you.

“That whatcha needed baby? God you feel so fuckin’ good. Cock’s never been this hard,” he told you. “Yes. Yes. Y— eeeesss,” you cried out as you came once again. Sy pulled out and rubbed his cock all over your clit before moving you to the side of the bed, in front of your mirror. He put his chest to your back before sliding back in.

“Look at that. See. Told you that you were made for me,” he said, cupping your chin so you’d look forward. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he then said, caressing your body. He held you tight as the two of you locked eyes and he began throttling you. You moaned nonsensically, unable to control yourself, and you realized Sy was moaning right along with you. “Drivin’ me crazy. Look how good my cock looks goin’ in your pussy baby. Fuckin’ pretty pussy swallowing me down. I’m so fuckin’ close. Need you to come with me,” he huffed.

You hadn’t imagined Sy would be so vocal, but damn if it wasn’t turning you on. You watched as your pussy squirted clear across the room and onto the mirror. “That’s my girl. I’m gonna fill this pretty pussy right up baby. I’m—,” he said before he broke off into a moan. Your cunt strained further with the stretch of his tightening cock. Sy curled into you, groaning into your neck while fondling your breast and rubbing at your clit. “So good,” he slurred as he began to spill.

When he finished he was still so hard that he slid out of your pussy with a pop. He laid you back on the bed, pushing your thighs up, for a look at the mess he’d made. He had a satisfied grin on his face as he placed his cock on your clit and began jerking himself. “Give it back to me,” you pouted. “Gonna make you sore darlin. J— just,” he stammered as he felt another orgasm building. “No,” you huffed before sitting up and pushing him back.

“What’s this now?,” he chuckled. “I said I want it back,” you said before kissing his lips and lining yourself up. You slid easily down his cock, being soaked in the both of your cum. Your thighs shook a bit from the overstimulation but you didn’t care. You still wanted him, and you knew he was being a gentleman not wanting to make you sore but at the moment you weren’t worried about that.

You leaned back, putting yourself on display for him before sliding up and down his cock. “Shit,” he groaned before grabbing your hips. He helped you bounce up and down and nearly came on the spot when you started touching yourself. “You like that?,” you teased, having felt how his cock jumped inside you. “I like all of this baby. Fuck why did we wait so long?,” he said. “I don’t kn- know,” you said between gasps.

Unexpectedly Sy started snapping his hips up, giving it to you faster. You couldn’t help but soak him down in cum as you cried out. “Yes. Yes, yes, yes,” he chanted right before his entire body went rigid and he exploded inside of you. He shuddered with his last few strokes as you collapsed on his chest. The both of you were slick, sweaty messes but well satisfied.

When you finally found the strength to lean up you cupped his face in your hands. “I love you so much, you know that?,” you asked, emotion overwhelming you. “I sure do, and I hope you know I love you that much more darlin’. Makes me ache, but it gives me life all at the same time,” he admitted. With tears in your eyes you lean down and kiss him tenderly.

Finally he sits up, still kissing you softly. “I think we should have a rinse in the shower then maybe an epsom salt bath, huh? Help out with any soreness,” he said. “Sounds good to me,” you replied.

He helped you to the bathroom, cleaned you gently then ran a bath for the two of you. You sat in his lap, resting your cheek against his furry chest as he rubbed your back. You’re nearly asleep when you feel his chest rumbling with laughter. “What’s funny?,” you mumbled. “Nothin’ darlin’. Tell me where your spare sheets are and I’ll make the bed so we can sleep,” he then said. You do so and let him help you out of the bath.

Chapter 9:

I look at Walter and he can sense my unease. “I don’t know all of the details but I trust Austin fully and he said you needed protection so that’s why I’m here. Nobody will touch you without your consent, do you understand?” I nod with discomfort aching through my body.

“You don’t have to do this but if you want to, I won’t leave your side.” He reassures.

“Just, stay with me please.” I whisper as I grab his hand and squeeze.

We are led to a large conference room and I see my parents through the glass. Mother is wearing a pale blue wrap dress paired with nude Louboutin’s and her hair in a tidy chignon. Always the picture-perfect image of poise. My father stands with his arms crossed wearing one of his many navy Tom Ford suits as the harsh fluorescent lights reflect off of his shiny shoes.

“My darling! Thank God you’re alright!” My mother stands and quickly wraps her arms around me. I hear Walter grunt as he’s about to physically remove her but I slightly shake my head to let him know I’ll allow it. 

“We’ve been so worried about you!” She says with a voice almost too shrill to be believable.

My father doesn’t hug me, just appraises my appearance as he glances over me from head to toe. A look of relief covers his features, yet I don’t assume naively like I once would that it’s for my well-being.

My mother fluffs my hair in false concern and straightens my necklace while my father appraises the large imposing man next to me. Noticing the badge hanging around his neck, he extends a hand to Walter.

“Thank you for rescuing my daughter, officer. I can’t imagine the circumstances but I’d like to write a check to your department, a donation, for your efforts.” He touts. Walter arches an eyebrow at the oddly timed display of machismo but doesn’t respond.

Gently grabbing my mother’s wrists, I push them away from me as they flutter aimlessly over my form. Disdain and confusion cross her face as I step back from her.

“Why are you both here?” I ask meekly.

“What do you mean? You’ve been missing for over a month!” My mother says with truism.

“I haven’t been missing. I chose to leave, and I chose to come here.” I reply and my father audibly scoffs.

“Good God. Did you let that motorcycle riff raff brainwash you? Who would choose to leave your lifestyle to come and live here in the squalor with a bunch of criminals?” My father rebukes.

“Those ‘criminals’ are better people than you ever could be. They care for me and genuinely want to know me. All of my life, you both treated me with complete disregard until there was something that I could do to benefit you.” I felt Walter’s gentle hand of encouragement rest on my back to remind me of his presence and I realized that I was shaking.

“Did you ever truly love me? Or were you too busy wrapped up in yourselves to care?” My voice softens in childlike hope.

“Young lady, you stop that this instant!” My father slams a fist down on the table and both my mother and I jump. I notice that neither parent answers the question, but I don’t let myself dwell it.

“No.” I say firmly.

“This transactional relationship between us ends now. You both are narcissists who were forcing me to marry a man that not only did I not love, but abused me. Spencer beat me so badly after you left that night that I feared for my life and I couldn’t even turn to my parents for help. I lost consciousness for who knows how long! Do you realize how fucked up that is? My parents who were supposed to love me and care for my well-being gaslit me and coerced me into staying with a terrible human being for their financial and social gain.”

“He shouldn’t have hurt you and I plan to talk with Paul about that. I know Spencer has a temper but I never imagined it would lead to this. I could add a clause into the contract if that would give you a sense of security? We can make him do therapy or anger management classes.  An indemnification clause could be added to the business contract where we could require financial compensation, from their company of course, if Spencer breaks our agreement. Keep in mind that it goes both ways, however. There are many methods to come to a resolution here and it seems as though Paul will be agreeable to find a solution that benefits all parties.” My father, always concerned about his paperwork, suggests.

I scoff. “You don’t get it. You’ll never get it. So, you won’t get me either.” I take a deep breath and look them straight in the eyes.

“I am happy here in Texas and will not be returning to Charlotte. I will not be marrying Spencer or attending any of your events in the future. Please, take me out of your will. Donate my inheritance to a charity one day, so that you can actually do something selfless for once in your lives. I will always have some degree of love for you as my parents, but I want to live my life without you.”

My parents, who can’t fathom me walking away from money, look at me with shock.

“I know this presents a scandal for you, but I’m done pretending to be who you want to be. I have loved you and obeyed you the best that I could, regardless of the personal sacrifice it was to me. I’m sorry, and I wish you both the best.” I say and turn to leave with Walter hot on my heels. I hear my mother’s dramatic sobs as my father yells something that I can’t full decipher but I don’t turn back. Walter leads me back to my original room and stares at me like I’m a caged animal who is about to erupt. I pace for a moment and then take a deep breath.

“Fuck, that felt good.” I say as my body still trembles with adrenaline and fear. Invisible tear tracks stain my flushed cheeks but I don’t even bother to scrub them away. 

“That was incredible.” He says with a tight-lipped smile. We hear muffled yelling in the distance seemingly coming from elsewhere in the building and I assume it’s my father having a rare but not unpredictable temper tantrum at his lack of control. Walter smirks and shakes his head slightly with the exasperation of knowing that August has indeed arrived and is wreaking havoc somewhere in this building. He wonders idly if he’ll have to post two separate bail payments tonight. Thank goodness Faye is with her mother, Angie, this weekend.

Detective Alverson returns silently looking somewhat apologetic as he had also witnessed my interaction with my parents. 

“Mr. and Mrs. Hilton have left the premises. I believe you’ve answered all of the questions that I had for you, but I’m going to give you my card with my number if you have any questions or additional information that you think is pertinent for me.” 

I nod, and reach for the card. “When will Austin Syverson be released? Is he going to be charged with anything?” 

“I’m sorry, I don’t have any information about his timeline or charges. I do know that he is still here being questioned. The lead investigator for his case will review your statement as well as the answers that you have given and go from there.” I sigh and fidget with the business card in my hand.

“I would like to apologize. I saw a different side of your parents just now and I know my questioning tactics can be harsh. It was not my intention to cause you any additional distress.” I bite my cheek to keep from letting my thoughts run free at the hellacious experience and just offer a quiet and polite, “thank you.”

“There’s one more thing.” He hesitates.

“Both Mr. Elliott Senior and Junior are here and are requesting to speak to you. More so, demanding, to speak to you before you leave. I wonder if you might be open to putting closure on this matter while in the safety and monitoring of officers.”

He’s here, somewhere in this building. I had comfort only a moment ago that Sy was also somewhere in this building and now my tummy twists with dread.

“No. Absolutely not. She doesn’t need to speak to them. They’ve done enough.” Walter growls and Alverson somewhat shrinks back with a submissive nod of his head.

“I’ll do it.” I say and Walter looks at me disappointedly.

“No, Allie. Austin was extremely clear on the phone. Send August to help him with his legal matters, and for me to come to you and keep that guy as far away from you as possible.”

“They won’t stop. I thought I was free and I was wrong. They’ll just keep spreading lies and potentially show up unannounced if I don’t. He’s right; at least confronting them here where I’m not alone is the safest idea. Think about what will happen if Spencer shows up somewhere and Austin is there.” I look at him meaningfully. Walter’s head dips down and he scrapes his hand through his beard.

“He’d kill him.” I see him wrestling with the loyalty factor in this decision before he huffs and nods in agreement at my argument.

“Maybe he’ll hesitate before killing me for allowing this since I’m family.” He grunts and I smile softly. 

“I’ll protect you from Austin if you protect me now.” I softly smile with unconvincing humor.

I glance at Alverson who looks somewhat relieved. I know how Spencer’s dad can be and he’s a hard man to say no to, and I suddenly pity Alverson slightly.

“I’ll be back in a moment. I will make sure that there are additional officers present.”

“I want a minimum of five officers in the room with video and audio monitoring. If either of them makes an attempt to touch her, I will not wait for verbal de-escalation to act. Understood?” Walter barks and Alverson responds with a quiet “Understood.” 

About ten minutes later, Alverson comes to retrieve us. I take a deep breath, square my shoulders, and hold my head up high with false confidence as I follow Walter to the same conference room that I had my previous confrontation in less than half an hour ago.

“He doesn’t touch you.” Walter grunts and I nod, shakily.

“Both men have been warned not to touch you or approach you.” Alverson whispers. Wow, so maybe he does have a small backbone when faced with powerful men. That, or he’s even more afraid of what Walter will do.

Entering the room, Spencer’s face lights up. Paul has his typical used car salesman smile on that he wears when networking a room or filming a television commercial. In the past I would also plaster on a fake a smile simply to present myself as graceful and to put others at ease. Not today. Today, I scowl at both men in front of me. 

“Allison, thank goodness you’re okay! We have all been so worried about you. Spencer in particular has just been overwhelmed with grief at your disappearance.” Paul acts and I just stare at him. 

“Sweetheart, are you hurt? Have you been able to eat? Where have you been? I have so many questions that I don’t even know what to ask first.” He charms and I continue to blink at him.

“She must be in shock, Spencer. Rightly so! I was told that you were being kept by a criminal gang? Don’t you worry, dear. I’ll make sure to take care of everything. The most important thing is that you focus on getting home and getting to a therapist. I can’t begin to understand how traumatized you must be!” Paul speaks with a disingenuous tone.

“I am traumatized.” I respond darkly.

“Oh dear, don’t you worry. We’ll have you back to yourself in no time. It’s all over.”

“I am traumatized from your abusive son who beat me to a pulp and left me covered in glass and blood on the floor. I am traumatized by my narcissistic parents who have spent my whole life bread crumbing me into submission to their advantage. I am traumatized by the callous way that you negotiated my life as a bargaining chip to force your grown son to start acting like a decent human being. I am traumatized by the way you used me to secure business dealings with my father, in order to gain more money and power at my expense.” I get louder and sterner with each sentence.

“Nothing about the past month has traumatized me. In fact, this past month has healed me and provided a feeling of freedom that has never existed for me before.”

Spencer squints at me with daggers in his eyes as I speak. Paul quickly darts his eyes at the officers in the room as I list the ways that I have been emotionally and physically harmed.

“Allison, I’m so sorry that you feel this way. Let me assure you, I had no idea! Your parents assured me that you loved my son and were ready to begin a life with him. Can you blame me for wanting my son to marry such a beautiful woman and have children of his own?” His charisma falling flat. 

“I am ready for grandchildren to love and carry on our family name and simply tried to secure the lifestyle that I believe my family deserves. To be provided for and never need to work or worry about money again. I viewed it as my gift to you and Spencer.” He bullshits. 

“Well, I never wanted that lifestyle and I certainly don’t now. Spencer is nothing more than an overgrown child with access to thousands of dollars at his fingertips. He beat me, Paul. Does that sound like the ‘family man’ you’re hoping to market to the public?” 

“Allison, I understand you’ve been under a lot of pressure lately and clearly in distress as you’ve potentially been brainwashed, but I cannot allow these allegations to continue and for you to defame my son in such a way by alleging that he physically abused you.” He states with a calmness that sends chills all over my body.

“I’m not alleging anything! Tell them Spencer! Tell them how you slapped me outside the event room that night and split my lip. Tell them how you almost beat me to death at my home when I refused your marriage proposal!” I scream and Walter gently places his hands around my waist to keep me from flipping the large table in front of me with rage.

Spencer sneers, “I would never hurt you, Sweetheart. I don’t know what you’re talking about but I love you and we’ll get you the mental help that you need. I promise, the best doctors that money can buy.” He sits straighter.

“LIAR!!!!!!!” I scream as I charge toward him but Walter picks me up at the waist and the young deputy from my interrogation grabs my arm and gently pulls me from the room. My vision clouds once again with tears and a tinge of red as the rage sears through my body once more. I don’t even notice that Walter is no longer behind me as the young man escorts me back to the room that I’ve spent so many hours in tonight and I slam the metal chair closest to me into the wall before falling to my knees in despair. Walter enters a minute or two later and surprisingly, wraps his body around me on the cold unforgiving floor.

“Austin will be released soon. Until then, I know that I’m not him, but I’m so proud of you.” He whispers as his arms wrap around my shoulders. I turn and sob into his chest, using him as a Syverson decoy until Austin and I can be reunited. The sleeves of his sweater are bunched up at his elbows, showcasing his thick forearms with a smattering of hair similar to Syverson’s. I try to imagine the tattoos that Sy has on his arms and am frustrated that I am blanking on the details of each one. Walter gently rocks me back and forth on the floor of the interrogation room. When my sobs grow quiet and my hiccupping breaths calm, I hear him speak. 

“C’mon. I’m sure you want to get out of here now. We can leave.” I nod against his chest and take comfort in that his body feels like Sy’s against mine, even if the cologne is different.

He helps me from the floor and together we walk to the elevators, my exhaustion covering me as if I’m running on metaphorical fumes. After exiting the lift, we drift toward the main lobby where I see the majority of the Rebels camped out in the uncomfortable waiting room chairs. Annie rushes up and hugs me tightly as she reaches to wipe the fresh tears that fall from my eyes. 

“Oh, Allie girl. Are you alright, love?” I see Bananas over Annie’s shoulder who looks unusually morose and I whisper, “Eliza.” Annie glances back and nods me toward him. I immediately walk up and hug him as Annie thanks Walter for coming so quickly.

“I heard, I heard ‘Liza got arrested and I’m so sorry, Ben. I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.” I stutter out.

“Allie, shhh. Don’t you worry about it. She’s about to get out here shortly. We figured you, Sy, and Eliza would all need rides so everyone came to wait. We didn’t know what else to do. You can’t think this is the first time she’s ever been arrested? That girl is a loaded pistol. That’s actually how I met her. She trying to fight a man twice her size for slapping her ass outside a bar. I’m telling you, she was absolutely eating his lunch and I have never been more turned on in my life.” He smirks at me and I release a half laugh, half sigh in my exhaustion. 

“She’s one of a kind. Bout time you wife her up.” I smirk and he smiles tiredly.

“It’s in the works.” Bananas whispers.

“You okay?” He takes in my swollen, splotchy face and I feel my chin tremble but force myself to take a breath.

“This is all my fault.” I whisper.

“No, it’s not! It’s Kimmy’s fault. We know that.”

“I just, I had no idea they were searching for me and I promise I never accepted his proposal. He…he was abusive. My parents wouldn’t help me and I just, ran.” I explain breathlessly. It’s amazing how I couldn’t tell this group any of this before, but now that everything is out in the open my words come out like vomit.

“He has money. They all have money and power and I didn’t know how to get out of it. They were trying to make me, and I just, I just wanted to be free. I didn’t want to be with him. I ran away. Sy warned me that my problems would follow me to Gruene and he was right. I should have told you all but I was embarrassed and I’m just so sorry.” I ramble as Annie wraps an arm around my waist and Mike puts another arm around my shoulders. 

“You ain’t got nothing to apologize for.” X speaks, his deep voice startling me since I haven’t once heard his voice in the five weeks that I’ve been here. My eyes widen and I give him a grateful smile. 

“I made a statement, to one of the officers here, that you arrived to town covered in injuries. I couldn’t say how it happened for sure of course, but they told me that it matched Syverson’s story.” Annie speaks and I feel relief wash over me. 

“They said they’d call us when Sy was ready to be released.” Mike tells me.

“Do you think, he’ll hate me?” I tremble.

“God no! That boy has been head over heels in love with you since you drove into this town. He’s probably just worried sick about you.” Annie tuts. My body begins to sag with exhaustion as Mike and Annie support my weight.

“You’re dead on your feet, Allie. The adrenaline is wearing off. Let me take you to Sy’s. I’ll let August know where we are so they can come to you when they finish up here.” Walter offers and I nod. Annie, Ringo, Julie, and Bananas each hug me before Walter directs me to the doors. 

“Look down and don’t speak. Stay under my arm.” He directs and I see maybe news crews and cameramen out in the parking lot. The late hour causing the others to retreat is likely my saving grace at this moment. I use my long hair to my advantage and trust Walter to navigate me safely to my destination as multiple camera flashes blur my already weak eyes. One woman runs beside our brisk pace asking questions, and continues to probe even though she receives no response. Walter helps me up into his truck by my shoulders before he hops into the driver’s side and takes off. Within minutes of the engine cranking, I’m steadfastly asleep with my head pressed against Walter’s thick shoulder. I don’t even stir when the engine cuts off and Walter carefully carries me inside and places me in a bed. Syverson's bed.

Chapter 11

After that night, you started getting more confident. You loved teasing him, always poking the bear. You tried to get a rise out of him every chance you got, knowing he had a soft spot for you.

Admittedly, you were having a fun time pushing his buttons, but after almost two weeks of flirty comments and hanging under his arm whenever you could, he still hadn't asked you out.

So after another night of teasing, flirting, a couple of debatably too-strong martinis, and what Cory called "canoodling" you finally hit your breaking point.

"Are you planning on asking me out? Like ever?", you blurted out.

Okay, those martinis were definitely too strong.

"Ya want me to?"

Is he joking?

He chuckled and you realised you said that last bit out loud.

That Friday he showed up on your doorstep at exactly 6pm, on the dot, and handed you a gorgeous bouquet of flowers.

You could tell he really made an effort. He was wearing a button-up shirt and what looked like a fresh, new pair of jeans.

"Oh Sy, these are beautiful!", you squealed, before pressing a chaste kiss to his fuzzy cheek, 'Let me go put them in water, and then we'll be on our way!'

He didn't say much, he just grumbled as you skipped about your apartment in your pretty little dress, like you didn't know exactly what you were doing to him.

He took you to the most expensive restaurant in town, where he briefly told you about his job and his family before casually shifting the conversation back to you.

You let your foot wander up his leg while you innocently told him about yourself, loving the way he startled when the waiter showed up.

Afterward, he walked you home and gave you a kiss on your cheek, just as innocent as the one you had given him before. You were a little disappointed when he didn't come in, but you decided to deem his chivalry as charming.

A week and a half later, he took you to the drive-in for your second date. They showed some old James Bond movie, the perfect combination of action and steamy romance as you cuddled closer to him in his truck.

During a particularly spicy scene, you let your hand wander up his thigh, but before you got to his crotch, he stopped you.

You looked up at him with a frown, but to your surprise, his eyes were still glued to the screen.

You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, thinking maybe you read the situation wrong. Maybe he just wanted to be friends? Maybe that's why he didn't kiss you last time? Why he didn't wanna come upstairs with you...

The nasty thoughts kept pouring in and you felt yourself spiral down. You shuffled away from Sy's embrace, gently moving to sit as far away from him as possible, half debating just getting out of the car completely.

'What's wrong?' Sy asked as he looked at you, sitting against the door of his truck.

"If you don't want me you can just say that Sy," you said bitterly, staring out the window.

When you heard him chuckle, you angrily snapped your head back to see if you were actually hearing it correctly.

"Oh, you think that's funny?" you spat.

You tried to open the door. You wanted to leave. To get as far away from him as possible, but the door was locked, and before you could protest, he wrapped his big arm around your waist and swiftly pulled you back against him.

You had no time to wriggle yourself out of his grip, because he moved his bearded face down to your ear and whispered, "You can't always get what you want, sugar."

You didn't know what to say. His actions had already confused you and now his words confused you even more.

He grinned at your puzzled look, grabbing your chin in his large paw.

"What do you want?" he asked calmly, looking straight into your eyes.

"You."

"You have me," he stated, making butterflies erupt in your stomach

"Doesn't fucking feel like it." you dared, keeping your voice low and your eyes away from his.

"Bratty little thing, aint ya?," he grinned, secretly a little proud at your ballsiness, tho he'd never admit it.

His grasp on your jaw tightened, making your eyes snap back at his.

"If you want something, you gotta ask nicely, sugar." he drawled, leaning in a bit closer, "Now, what do you want from me."

Your whole body felt like it was on fire. Your eyes darted from his gorgeous eyes down to his plush lips and back before you spoke, "A kiss, please."

A cheesy grin spread over his face and he loosened his grip on your jaw, moving his hand to cup the side of your face, gentle but firm.

He leaned in, his breath mingling with yours as he spoke, "Such a polite girl," before finally attaching his lips to yours.

That night you realized Sy wasn't as soft as you thought he was, in fact, he had quite the mean streak...

Another week of sweet texts and teasing phone calls later, you knew you were in deep.

Your third date wasn't even supposed to be a date. He took you for a walk in the park. You started holding his hand about halfway through the walk, with little intention of ever letting go.

It was meant to be a short stroll, just to get some air, but soon the sun started setting and your stomach started rumbling.

'Ya hungry? I know a good place nearby', he stated, pulling you closer against his side.

'Sy...I'm really not dressed for anything fancy...', you replied, knowing Sy's definition of 'a good place' when it came to you.

'Don't you worry sugar, you're dressed just fine', he grinned, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

20 minutes later you were standing at a food truck, being introduced as 'his girl' to one of his old army buddies wearing a 'kiss the cook' apron.

While you munched on your greasy food, Sy told you the truck had been there since last summer, after their last tour. He was there every week.

It wasn't hard to notice the way Sy shifted when he talked about his work. You didn't push or pry, you just listened, letting your thumb trace over his hand as he opened up to you. Funny, how this thing with a man you had only kissed once already felt like the most intimate relationship you'd ever been involved in.

Two weeks after your first kiss, you got Sy to join you for a trip to Ikea. You needed a new bookshelf and your car was too small to fit it, so you convinced Sy to bring his truck. Getting to stroll around with him through the hallways with your hands linked was simply a bonus.

When you first walked in, you could tell Sy was a little uncomfortable. This wasn't exactly his area, fluffy rugs, decorative pillows,...he felt so out of place. But seeing you with a big smile on your face, dragging him around to show him which wineglasses you liked, made it worth it.

You made him feel at ease, but nervous at the same time. The whole thing felt so domestic, so innocent. So, why was the only thought on his mind pushing you onto one of those beds and fucking you six ways from Sunday?

Aside from that kiss in the car and a couple steamy messages, not much had happened between the two of you. It's not like you didn't want to, you just wanted to take it slow and Sy was trying to be a tease gentleman.

By the time you got to the storage place, he was a lot more relaxed. Maybe it was the fact that there were no more soft blankets or colorful couches. This part of the building was definitely more his vibe. Though, being able to show off his strength when it was time to carry the boxes may also have something to do with it...

You were almost at checkout, Sy was pushing the cart, half his view was blocked and he was trying not to crash into anything when he heard you squeal loudly.

"OH MY GOD!"

"What? What happened?" He peaked past the mountain of cardboard. He was worried something might have happened, but when he saw what you were holding, he grinned in confusion.

"He looks just like you!" you exclaimed happily, holding a big, stuffed bear with dark brown fur. "I'm taking him home with me."

Sy tried to keep a stern look but failed miserably, chuckling while he pulled you into him.

"What, am I not enough for you anymore? Should I be worried?", he joked.

"Don't you worry, baby. You will always be my big bear. The little one is just for when you're not around", you explained.

"Well if I'm your bear, you're my honey", he mumbled, pressing a kiss against the top of your head. God, he always smelled so fucking good... "Oh! I can spray some of your cologne on him!"

You kept babbling happily as you dragged Sy to the checkout. He didn't even know how long he had been smiling, but somehow he just couldn't stop. Fuck, what are you doing to him?

45 minutes later it was your turn to try and suppress your laugh. You were sitting on your couch, sipping a glass of white wine, and watching your man try and prove just how manly he is.

"Sy, honey, I really think if you just looked at the instructions..."

"I don't need no damn instructions, it's a fucking bookshelf", he grumbled.

"Alright, suit yourself...", you sighed, turning the page of your magazine.

Barely a second later you got startled by a loud bang and a string of curses. You looked up to see the damage and were met with a fuming Sy clutching his thumb.

"Not a word", he said.

"M'not saying anything!", you chuckled.

Another ten minutes passed in silence, aside from the occasional grumble coming from the bulky man you were rapidly falling in love with.

You finally dropped down the magazine next to you and put down your wine.

"Would you just let me help?", you asked, standing in front of him.

"I don't need-"

"Yes, you fucking do! Stop being so damn stubborn, Sy! It's not a sin to look at the manual! It's what it's fucking there for!", you finally snapped.

Sy looked at you with an unreadable expression on his face. He straightened himself, towering over you.

"You don't scare me, big guy", you dared, crossing your arms.

He raised his brow, tilting back his head a tiny bit as he peered down at you.

"Alright", his voice was calm and collected. A beat of silence passed and the tension could be cut with a knife.

You were starting to get a little confused, not entirely sure what the vibe was anymore but then, without an ounce of effort, Sy picked you up and swung you over his beefy shoulder.

"Sy! What the hell are you doing? Logan??"

A squeal left your throat when you were dropped down on your mattress. You barely had any time to process what was happening before Sy was on top of you, pinning your arms above your head as his body covered yours.

"You and that damn mouth of yours", he groaned, "always running ain't it? See what happens when you poke a bear?"

"He finally wants to taste his honey?" you spoke softly.

"Oh, honey, you have no idea", he said before he captured your lips with his.

You tried to wriggle your hands free to touch him, but he wouldn't budge, chuckling into your mouth as he felt you struggle.

"What have I told you about asking for what you want, hmm?"

"Sy, please...", you started begging.

'Please what? Use your words"

"C'mon....just lemme touch you, Sy, s'not funny anymore...", you whined, desperately trying to get closer to him, but you were no match for his strength.

Admittedly, feeling how much bigger and stronger than you he was made you drip right through your panties, but that didn't mean you weren't still desperate to get your hands on him.

Sy finally took pity on you and released your wrists. Your hands immediately clawed at his back, trying to pull him impossibly closer as you pulled him in for another breathtaking kiss. One of his big hands semi-gently held your cheek while the other pawed at your body, wherever he could.

It didn't take long before clothes went flying, both yours and his. The sound of his belt unbuckling ran in your ears as your blood pumped faster.

"Fuck, I want you so bad...", you mumbled under your breath, your eyes raking over his furry chest before landing on the tent in his boxers.

"I want you too, baby, so so bad". Blood rushed to your face at the realization that he had heard you. He still had a grin on his face, but this time it was different. Less mean, more dopey.

"Wanna taste you...", he mumbled as he pressed kisses between your breasts and down your stomach.

"Fuck, Sy..."

The first lick between your sticky folds already had him moaning into your pussy. "Sweetest honey I've ever fucking tasted...", he groaned before burying his face back in between your legs.

He ate you out with vigor, swiping his tongue around your clit just enough to drive you crazy before dipping it down to lick long stripes up and down your slit. With all the pent-up tension (and Sy's insane cunnilingus skills), it didn't take long at all before you felt that familiar heat pool down in your belly.

You arched your back off the bed, one hand digging into Sy's scalp as the other frantically grabbed at your pillow.

"Oh fuck, fuck...", you moaned as you felt yourself starting to creep closer to the edge. Sy focussed his full attention solely on your clit now, sucking and nibbling on it while he pressed two of his thick fingers inside you. He curled them up, finding your spot almost immediately and you screamed.

"AH shit! Please please please, don't stop...m'gonna cum!”, you babbled with an unsteady voice.

Usually you don't like to tell your partner when you're about to cum, because for some reason they always seemed to take that as a sign to start doing completely different shit, but you trusted Sy. He clearly knew what he was doing, and to your delight, he kept doing it exactly like that until your thighs were trembling on his shoulders.

You felt the waves of your orgasm roll through your body, your hips mimicking the movement as you bucked against his face. He didn't seem to mind one bit.

He kept his fingers inside you, perfectly stimulating the spongy spot they were nestled against while his lips nursed on your swollen clit, prolonging your orgasm.

Your entire body felt like it was on fire as you waited for Sy to stop, so you could finally breathe again. But to your surprise, the big beast between your legs didn't even show signs of slowing down.

"S-Sy...fuck fuck stop...stop stop stop...", you tried to squirm away from the sensitive feeling, but he kept you firmly in his grip.

"fuck..shit..sensitive...too sensitive..Sy, FUCK!" you moaned when the pain suddenly turned into overwhelming pleasure. The only thing you could do was scream for him. With every knock of his fingers against your spot you felt a pressure build, and when his strong arm pressed down harder on your belly, you swore your vision went white.

You wailed as you came again in a manner that could only be described as violent. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you felt yourself gush all over Sy's mouth and fingers. Your brain was too fuzzy to be embarrassed about it. He helped you ride out the last waves of your orgasm before he finally let up.

"Fucking hell...", he spoke up first. Your eyes blinked open and you sat up a bit to look at him. You were still finding the right words, trying to piece your brain back together, and then you saw it. The drops in Sy's beard, the wet spot on the mattress...oh my god...no no no no no.

It was as if Sy could read your mind, either that or the horrified look on your face was more obvious than you thought it was.

"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen in my entire life", he stated.

"Really?"

"Absolutely", he promised.

You looked at the twinkle in his eyes and you knew he wasn't lying. God damn, where has this man been all your life. Before you could stop yourself, you pulled him forward by the neck and smashed your lips against his, not caring one bit about the wetness of his beard.

He groaned when you pushed him back on the bed. "My turn", you grinned as you straddled him. You gave him one last peck before peppering kisses on his neck and across his chest.

"Fuck, honey...", he mumbled, gently moving your hair out of your face and keeping a gentle hold of it.

You finally shimmied down his boxers. His cock sprung free. Hard, throbbing, and all yours. You grabbed him by the base and pressed a few teasing kisses along the length of him before licking up a stripe and finally taking the head in your mouth.

A low rumble could be heard deep in his chest as you took him deeper, determined to fit him entirely. To your disappointment, you started gagging when he was barely halfway. You wanted to try again, but Sy gently tugged on your hair. "Not necessary, sweetheart"

"But I wanna make you feel good", you pouted.

"You are, feels so good princess, doesn't have to be all the way to feel good", he reassured you.

You took him in your mouth again and gently bobbed your head up and down, glancing up at him to see his eyes droop. You would have kept going for hours if it meant getting to see him like this. Sadly, he pulled you off his dick way too soon for your liking.

"Wha-but you haven't cum yet!", you whined.

"That's 'cause I'm gonna cum in this pretty pussy.", he stated before flipping you over, leaving him on top of you once again.

"Been wanting to fuck you for so long, you know that? Always skipping around in those damn skirts, teasing me...", he kissed you before you could reply. His rough hands traced about your body, squeezing and kneading at your flesh wherever he could.

You let your knees fall open next to his thighs, opening up for him. When the tip of his cock pressed against your entrance, your breath hitched in anticipation.

"You okay, baby?" he asked when he noticed your sudden nervousness.

"Yeah..."

"That doesn't sound very convincing", Sy spoke, sitting up a little. "We don't have to go any further, you know that right? I'm perfectly content just arguing with you over a bookshelf", he grinned and you felt yourself relax.

You gave him a sweet smile and tugged him down for a kiss. The kiss was slow and meaningful, different than before. When he pulled back, Sy's eyes found yours, "What's going on, hmm?" he asked, his tone calm and caring.

"Just been a while...", you stated shyly.

"Been a while for me too, honey, a long while", he admitted.

"How long?", you asked curiously, making him chuckle. "Seven months.", he replied, "and I can wait another seven if you want me to." It was your turn to chuckle, "Luckily, I don't want you to", you kissed him again.

"Since Cory's pool party...", you mumbled against his lips.

"Hmm?"

"Cory's pool party, when I first met you. Don't know how long ago that was exactly, but that's how long it's been for me".

Sy stared at you with wide eyes. You couldn't read his expression, but after a few beats, his eyes softened. He leaned in closely, his cock still stiff between your legs.

"Seven months", he whispered, "that's how long that's been."

His words and what they meant hung in the air for a couple seconds and you couldn't figure out what to say, so you settled for, "Fuck me, Sy. Please?"

He grinned and reached in between your trembling bodies to grab his cock, pushing it between your folds. "I'll go slow, sweetheart. Trust me. If I don't, this s'gonna be over real soon".

He slid inside with ease, the stretch was there but bearable. His head dropped to your shoulder when he was fully in, hot breath and scruffy beard tickling your neck. Your legs wrapped around his hips, trying to urge him deeper somehow.

After what seemed like a century (not that you were complaining), he dragged his hips back, sliding almost completely out of you before pushing back in. He repeated his movement a couple times. Your whines turned into moans, getting louder as his thrusts got rougher.

"Fucking hell...best pussy I've ever had", he groaned, pumping into you at a faster pace. He hiked up one of your legs higher over his hip, making him hit inside you deeper while grinding on your still-sensitive clit.

You moaned loudly. Your nails scratched over his biceps and he groaned in your ear. Neither of you was gonna last long and you both knew it.

"Mine", he growled and you almost came on the spot.

"Yours, Sy! Only yours!", you kept babbling while he absolutely destroyed your body, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum for me, baby, fuck..."

Your final orgasm of the night consumed you. "Cumming! I'm cumming...fuck please cum inside me Sy, OH!", you moaned so loud you were sure the neighbors heard you, but you didn't care. Sy grabbed your hips roughly as he chased his own release, following suit before yours was even over.

He looked godly. His hairy chest was all sweaty, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut...you swore you got another tiny orgasm just looking at him and feeling his cock throb inside you.

"Shit...", he groaned breathlessly, "I swear I usually last longer...", he started but you stopped him right away. "Sy, you made me cum three times in the last 45 minutes. I don't think I would have survived any longer."

He chuckled as he fell on top of you, squishing you in the process. You hummed happily, stroking his back while his cock was still buried deep inside you. You could barely breathe but you didn't care, if this was how you met your end, it seemed like a good way to go.

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A/N: thank you for reading!!! Wanna read more of my Sy fics? Check out my ongoing series 'A year in apartment 6B" !!!

Taglist;

Loopy by @pterodactylterrace <<<< Possibly my FAVORITE ALL TIME FAVORITE SY FLUFF!!

The bear and his honey by @gummydummy19

Sweetest things by @mayloma

Syverson Family War by @viking-raider

A Year in Apartment 6B by @gummydummy19

Untitled Mother's Day Fluff by @geralts-yenn

Three-Jump Cowboy by @peyton-warren

Buns in the Oven by @littlefreya ( i cant believe I forgot this one in my original post!!)

More Angst than Fluff but I love them anyway:

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out by @ellethespaceunicorn

The Bell Tower by @thesaucynomad

List of Sy Writers, Alphabetical (mainly so I avoid duplicates) but not inclusive of all Sy Writers:

@angryschnauzer

@beck07990

@cardierreh15

@captainsy-cookiemonster

@deandoesthingstome

@dungeonpuppykai

@ellethespaceunicorn

@feralrunaway

@geralts-yenn

@gummydummy19

@hope-to-hell

@imyourbratzdoll @keanureevesisbae

@jamneuromain

@just-chirpin

@littlefreya

@loganbcrnes

@martha-oi

@mayloma

@mrsevans90 @notabronte @oddsnendsfanfics

@peternoonewantsthat

@peyton-warren

@poledancingdinos

@pterodactylterrace

@raccoon-eyed-rebel

@ramp-it-up @rmtndew

@shellyshellshell

@shewriteswhenthewordscome

@sillyrabbit81

@sweetandgentlecreature

@swiss-mrs

@thelastsock

@thesaucynomad

@thezombieprostitute

@viking-raider

@winter2112rose

@witchersmistress

@wolvesandhoundshowltogether

Disclaimer:

Sy tightens his jaw and he breathes out a ragged curse through his teeth as he slips past your slick, velvet folds and into your silken heat. He watches, enthralled by the utterly carnal vision of himself disappearing inside your impossibly tight core.

“Stop,” you gasp and he peers up at you perched precariously above him. 

Your thighs tremble beneath his hands and it takes everything he has to stop himself from grabbing your hips and sliding your blossoming core all the way down his cock.

“You’re doing so well, babygirl,” he says, dropping his gaze back to the explicit view between your legs. 

You’ve only taken the tip of him inside yourself and already he feels that tingle brewing in the base of his spine. He’s waited so long for you, longer than he ever thought he’d wait for anyone and he could barely stand it.

“Just a little more, I know you can do it.”

“Daddy,” you whimper. “You’re too big.”

He groans as sweat breaks out over his forehead. “Fuck, baby. You’re killin’ me here.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you say, in a voice that quivers as much as your pouty bottom lip.

Sy’s heart breaks and he sits up drawing you to his chest. “Hush. You did so good for me baby. Daddy’s proud of you for tryin’.” 

With the tip of his cock still trapped within your snug pussy, he rocks you slowly, murmuring his sweet praise in your ear as he strokes your hair. His thumb caresses your cheek and he smiles when he feels your soft lips against his pad. His cock pulses inside of you as your plush tongue curls around him and you begin to suck. It doesn’t take long for him to feel your quivering body relax against him. He closes his eyes, content as he feels you hum happily within his arms.

He doesn’t really notice at first, he thinks the soft warmth enveloping his cock must be his imagination. Then he hears you moan.

“Babygirl?” he murmurs, softly.

“Hmm?”

He looks at your pretty head resting on his shoulder. You look almost asleep, your eyes seem to have trouble focussing and you’re still sucking hard on his thumb. But then you sigh and nuzzle into his neck while you roll your hips and there’s no doubt about it, you’re slowly sinking lower onto his cock.

“That’s my girl,” he growls into your ear. “That my good fuckin’ girl.”

Sy clenches his jaw to keep himself in check, each moment you rock your hips and take more of him into you is the most exquisite torture he’s ever had. 

“Am I doing good, Daddy?” you ask, hesitantly, dropping his thumb from your mouth.

He’s trembling as much as you were earlier. He has no idea how you can’t see how much you’re affecting him, that you can’t see that in this moment he’d give you everything, anything, just for a little bit more of your sweet pussy.

“So good baby,” he groans. “But don’t stop, Daddy needs more.”

He has to lay down, he has to see his thickness stretch you open. He holds your hips firmly, keeping you in place as he falls back to the bed. His mouth falls open as he watches the last of his cock vanish and your bodies completely fuse. 

He can’t hold it back, that orgasm that threatened from the start tore through his spine and his hips bucked up from the mattress. His eyes force themselves shut as hot pulses surge through him and even though he can’t see anymore, the image of your bodies finally together is burned into his psyche.