Summary: You started working on base a good while ago, doing paperwork. You and Simon made eyes at eachother a lot, getting to know one another through your friends (your friends told you things about him, his friends told him things about you, that type of thing). One night at the regular bar, you finally got to talking, and you were both done for...
Content Warning: utterly self-indulgent, porn with plot, Simon learns how to "make love", emotion-heavy (is that a thing?), slow, smut, fluffy as fuck. petnames (luv, luvie, kid)
Word count: 1635
A/N: Okay SO, here's the deal: this started out as a seperate idea, and then I came up with another idea for a fic including Simon and the whole rough/gentle thing (ive been very into that recently lol) but ANYWAY, I tried combining the two stories but that didn't feel right, so I decided to just make it two seperate parts of their story.
Simon, the king of quick fucks, a "face down ass up - not knowing your name" type man. Now, suddenly finding himself entangled, consumed. This wasn't a quick fuck, this was lovemaking, passionate and deep...
The moment he had laid eyes on you, he knew this was going to be different. You piqued his interest in a way no one had done in a very long time.
That night he found himself...nervous? The way you smiled at him, blushed. He was almost scared to make the first move, but then you asked him, "Are you planning on kissing me any time soon, Simon?"
He was done for. How could he resist? You weren't smug about it either; he could tell you were nervous, too. And that somehow made him feel a little more at ease. He leaned in, a slot slower than he normally would.
The kiss was almost juvenile. Sweet, careful. And then your soft hands found the back of his neck, and you pressed yourself closer to his chest. Silently begging for more, giving him the permission he didn't know he was waiting for. His rough hands found your waist, they traveled down to your lower back, and stayed there. Respectfully. The kiss grew more passionate, and when both of you were out of breath, you pulled away slightly. Simon hadn't realized you had been on your tippy toes until now, when you found your footing again.
You flashed him a smile, a dazzling, sweet smile. Funnily enough, that made the schoolboy in Simon feel like a man again. He wasn't nervous anymore; in fact, he felt like a million bucks.
"Wanna get out of here, kid?"
That's all it took. Hands touching, feet stumbling, keys jangling, lips kissing...he pushed the door to his apartment closed, pressing you up against it as he went.
He was ready to devour you, ravish you, give you the fucking of a lifetime...jackets were dropped on the floor, shoes were kicked off you were all over each other, a heavy breathing, stumbling mess. And then you grabbed his face with both hands, pulling it up from where it was nestled in the crook of your neck.
"M-make love to me, Simon...please?"
Oh...
For a second, he couldn't hide the sheer confusion and slight panic in his eyes. Make love? Fucking, yeah sure, that he could do...but make love?
He looked at your sweet face. You knew his reputation, surely. Definitely, otherwise you wouldn't have asked. He had been quiet for a little too long, and you drew your conclusions.
Your hands started to retreat. You felt silly for thinking this would be any different for him than his usual conquests. Just as you started to squirm out of his arms, his big calloused hand found your cheek.
He ducked down and pressed a gentle, slightly unsure peck on your lips.
"You got it, luv'..."
There was just something about you...He was drawn to you in a way he couldn't explain. He wanted to cherish you, he wanted to try...something in him craved it too...
He pulled off your sweater and as he kissed you deeply, only when he pulled back did he see the gorgeous white lace covering your heaving breasts. It was sexy and innocent at the same time, his hands trailed up from your hips to your back, where he undid the garment and let it drop to the ground.
His eyes didn’t so much as flicker down, they stayed firmly on yours as his hands gently cupped your tits.
Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling and your head dropped back, pushing your chest further into the warmth of his rough hands.
His lips found your exposed neck, and he whispered how beautiful you were before pushing you down on the couch slowly...his large frame towering over you.
He pulled his hoodie up over his head. His shirt coming up a little with it, your hands flew to his stomach instinctively, wanting to touch every inch of skin he bared to you. His muscles flexed a bit under your fingers, and he hissed. "fuck, your hands are cold."
"Oh god, sorry!" You immediately pulled them back, your cheeks heating up. He chuckled. Silently, he picked your hands back up and guided them under his shirt. You felt his muscles tense a little again, but then he relaxed.
"I'll warm 'em up...", his voice was low, and his lips found yours again, suckling gently on the bottom one. Your hands explored his torso under his shirt, moving up to his chest and around to his back, before moving down again, tugging at the fabric until he finally got the message and pulled his lips away from yours. He raised up his arms, and you smiled, having to sit up all the way to be able to pull it up over him. It was a bit of a struggle, and you chuckled, which made him laugh too. And when the fabric finally fell to the ground, he dove back on top of you, drinking the sweet sounds you made straight from your lips.
Your nails slightly dug into his back, all the way from his shoulder down, he pushed his body firmly against yours and you had to wiggle your hands between your bodies to find his belt buckle, the sound ringing through the room.
You stare up at him as your fingers slid into his boxers.
"Still cold?" you breathe out, as your hand wraps itself around his cock, fingers cupping at his balls, feeling the velvety skin your fingertips.
He groaned, "Fuck...kid..." as your hand started moving. You loved feeling him crumble on top of you, this massive hunk of a man moaning your name.
Sadly it didn't last long, he tugged at your wrist, manouvering both of your hands around his neck. He told you to hold on, and before you could protest you were being hoisted in the air. Your ankles linked behind Ghost's back, his large hands held a firm grip on your ass. He walked the both of you to the bedroom with his pants hanging open, the sound of belt buckle made your panties wet for some reason.
He dropped you down on the mattress and kisses you again, guiding you back until your head hit the soft pillows that smelled like him. You sighed in pleasure and instant relaxation, he kissed your neck again. His kisses quickly trailed down to your breasts, sucking and nibbling on your nipples as he went, down your soft tummy, until finally he pressed a firm kiss to your pubic bone, not minding the bit of hair there.
"You're so damn sexy, luv'. Gonna keep real still fuh me yeah?"
You looked down to see Simon eyeing you like a pray. He was between your legs in full sniper pose, one leg drawn up, his hands grabbing onto your thighs, moving them up on his shoulders.
He licked up your slit, tongue sliding right through your folds before circling your clit.
"Oh god Si-..." You moaned, feeling him grip you harder
Your hands flew down to his hair, blissfully tugging at the messy blond strands.
He licked and sucked on your clit for a bit, until you were soaked enough to take his fingers. He watched your face carefully for any signs of discomfort as he slid his middle finger inside of you. Your brows furrowed and your mouth hung open.
"Such a good girl..." he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your clit as he pumped his finger in and out of your soaked pussy.
"Want another one?" he asked, watching you nod brainlessly.
He added a second finger, curling them both up perfectly against your sensitive spot.
"Oh my god, please...oh god, oh god..."
He chuckled appreciatively before going straight back to licking your pussy, never stopping the movements with his fingers.
"You taste so good pretty girl...doing so good for me"
Your moans got louder and he could tell you were close.
You couldn't have stopped your orgasm even if you wanted to, you bucked against Simon's face. You had never cum that hard with a partner, you'd be embarrassed if it didn't feel so damn good...
He helped you ride it out, not stopping until he picked up your signals of overstimulation, when he gently pulled out his fingers and kisses back up your body. He made a slight show of licking his fingers clean.
"Tastes devine.. wanna try?" he smirked, not giving you time to reply before pressing a wet kiss to your lips.
"Need you Si...please? Wanna feel you inside me..."
You tugged at his pants again.
"Okay Luv...alright..." he pressed a couple small kisses against your face before getting out of his pants.
Thick drops of precum soaked through his boxers as his cock sprang free. He settled down back on top of you, rubbed the tip up and down your pussy and finally, he entered you, gently. He slowly started moving inside you. Kissing against your neck. groaning into your ear.
It was everything you asked for. Slow. Gentle. Loving. But you found yourself wanting more...
And for once in his life, he wasn’t the one asking…“Harder…”
“Hmm?” He groaned up from your neck
“Can you…just a little harder…please?” You mumbled, hazed with pleasure. Simon grinned, almost chuckled
“Harder hm? I though you wanted it all soft and sweet?”
“I do! I do…I just…want more…just please a little more?”
He groaned, his grin melting from his face when your sweet, doe eyes looked up at him, begging and pleading for more. He drove into you harder. Not faster, harder.
This wasn't a quick, rough fuck, but this wasn’t boring vanilla sex either…this was love making, passionate and deep.
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Happy birthday to @gummydummy19 !!! I hope your day is as lovely and beautiful as you are, sweetie!!
I know I promised you a birthday fic and it is coming (excuse the pun). It’s just not done yet. I come bearing a snippet teaser as small gift
The mountain of a man in front of you stopped short just inside the doorway with an almost growl. “Of fucking course,” he groused.
Tired of him and his shit, you poke him impatiently in the back. “Will you at least let me in the fucking door? It’s freezing out here.”
With that annoying as hell eyebrow of his raised, he looks down at you over his shoulder. “What’s the magic word, your highness?” his voice snide and irritating.
“Fuck you,” you fire back without a moment hesitation.
Hope this will suffice for now. I will get you the rest when it is done. Happy birthday, love! đź’šđź’š
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Thank you so much, lovely! I'm so sorry you've been struggling and it means a lot that you took the time to spread love and positivity. ❤️
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Summary: How grumpy Sy won your heart and you won his :))
Content Warnings: Fluff, sunshine x grumpy trope, smut (oral, fingering, piv, creampie, pet names, praise, hint of a size kink)
A/N: Look at that! I wrote another Sy fic! @omgkatinka sent me this: After that fic today I kept thinking about first dates with Sy. And how either epic or awful it would be if your first date was getting stuff from ikea and assembling the stuff together. I feel like that would either forge an unbreakable alliance or doom the connecton right away. But I really like the idea. and I LOVED IT so I included that in here as well :)) It's not their first date but I hope you still like it <3
Word Count: 4k+ (holy shit)
Like a little girl seeing a big teddy bear at the fair, you were sold when you first met Sy. There was something immediately comforting about him. He was quiet and a little grumpy, but he always treated you with respect. A real Southern gentleman, as they say.
It took a long time before he asked you out. You kept running into him at get-togethers, always being drawn to him from the second you walked in.
In the beginning, you worried you were coming on too strong, always sticking to his side, asking him questions, flirting with him...
One night your entire friend group got together again for a cookout and drinks around the fire. Everyone was perfectly tipsy and content, and when the conversation started taking a more juvenile turn, you heard something that made your cheeks feel warm.
"Oh come on, everyone knows Sy's got it bad for you!", Cory boomed, swinging around his beer.
"Shut up, Cory", you hushed him, dismissing it quickly. You tried to ignore the way your stomach fluttered at the idea of Sy being into you, but when you saw him blushing, (yes, blushing) on the other side of the fire you felt your heart swell.
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.
Summary: After the housesitting situation...things start to get a little complicated
Content Warnings: I'm putting the slow in slow burn guys... (a little smutty, M masturbation, mentions of boners hehe)
Word count: 2750
A/N: after 4 billions years, here's the next part to the story...this is kinda short and I KNOW its a very slow burn...but im getting there guys I promise, even tho this chapter doesn't quite feel finished, I wanted to post it and get some feedback idk, the next part will probably be more of a holiday fic so I will continue with december.
December 1st 11:34AM
“I can’t believe it's December already”, you exclaimed as you pulled "November 31st" off the calendar that hung in your kitchen.
It was the definition of a slow Sunday. It was almost noon. You had just shoved your first batch of Christmas cookies in the oven. Sy was on the couch with a bowl of Cereal, pretending to read the paper but secretly eyeing the awful Hallmark Christmas movie you put on.
"Scootch", you gently barked at him, as if you weren't gonna end up half in his lap anyway. Sy grumbled but obliged and you indeed ended up with your legs sprawled across his lap and his paper sprawled across your legs. Aika was lying on the ground next to the couch, her usual spot.
"Want a sip?", you asked, holding up your cup of hot cocoa. "Nah, I don't drink any of that sugary stuff, way too sweet."
"Maybe you should, you could use it, Grumpy"
"Are you saying I'm not sweet, Sugar?", he drew up his eyebrow again and you giggled. "Well, a little extra wouldn't hurt, now would it?"
"I got you, don't I? More than enough sweetness for one grumpy old man."
You smiled at that. His eyes had gone back to his paper as he flipped a page. God, he was gorgeous.
"You're not old, Sy." you spoke gently, barely loud enough for him to hear it over the movie playing.
"Just watch the movie, sweetheart", his warm hand slid over your lower leg. It was ridiculous how the smallest, most innocent touch from him could make your entire body feel hot.
You took a sip from your Santa themed mug and you felt...at peace. Something that could only be described as domestic bliss hung in the air. You had a hard time keeping your eyes away from the rugged man sitting next to you. For a second you could picture Sy sitting at the holiday table with your family. You could see him talking about cars with your dad, or carrying your older sister's little girl on his arm...maybe one day even some little ones of your own...Oh, you bet he'd be an amazing father...son in law...husband..
"Sugar? Hey, Sugar?" Sy's voice accompanied with some leg squeezes snapped you out of your thoughts, "Huh?"
"The oven is beeping, Sugar. I think your cookies are done."
"Oh shit, right", you hopped up and made your way to the kitchen, mentally cursing yourself for even daring to think about your roommate like that.
Things with Sy had been.. peculiar. It felt wrong to say weird, cause that sounded negative, and in no way, shape or form would you describe living with him negatively.
When you told Liz about the night at the Kent mansion, she was absolutely ecstatic, until you clarified that nothing had actually happened...
Well...
November 23rd, 8:47 AM
When you first stirred awake, you had difficulty orienting yourself. Until you realised there was a pair of warm, large arms wrapped around you, pressing you against a warm hairy chest, and a hard..OH MY GOD-
Your eyes flew open immediately and you froze. It was wild how the body could go from a state of absolute relaxation and comfort to full high alert in a split second.
You tried your hardest not to move as your mind updated you on where you were and how you got here.
You were at your boss's mansion, house-sitting with your ridiculously attractive roommate for whom you may or may not harbour a massive crush, with whom you may or may not hoped to finally hook up last night.
When you had walked in on Sy fast asleep, part of you was relieved. Nothing had to change, you could just sleep next to him and you'd still be just roommates, maybe at most this would be an official upgrade to "friends", but that was it.
Yet here you were, the morning after your juvenile sleepover, snuggled in his arms with his massive, rock hard cock pressed against your ass.
Sneaking out wasn't an option. He was a military man. The slightest movement would alert him. You weren't ready for the confrontation, nor did you want to embarrass him. Your thoughts raced along with your heartbeat, and before you could come up with your next move, Sy woke up.
You felt his muscles tense and his breath hitch against your neck, your eyes closed instinctively, you tried to relax your body and slow down your breathing.
"Sugar?..." he whispered unsurely, you stayed quiet.
"Fuck...fuck fuck fuck...oh fuck not now...shit", he mumbled curses under his breath, clearly aimed at himself, or at least...a part of himself.
You felt him gently move back, and you had to use all your willpower not to stop him or chase his warmth. Maybe you should have, maybe you should have turned around and grabbed him, kissed him, finally told him how you felt...but you were too scared. Even tho he literally had a sign of his affection pressed against you, you were terrified of getting rejected by him. So you kept still and quiet.
Sy got up from the bed, slowly and silently. Your eyes stayed shut, but you heard him open the door to the bathroom. After that, all you could hear was the sound of the shower, you assumed it was cold.
You set up on the bed, and only a couple minutes later Sy emerged from the bathroom in nothing but a towel.
"Hi", you greeted him, looking at your phone to avoid having to look him in the eyes (or stare at his chest)
"Hey...did I wake you?", he replied, it was hardly noticeable, but still you could tell he was nervous.
"No, I uh...I just woke up, just now...", you stammered
He suggested you get some breakfast, you asked if he left you any hot water, he replied he only used cold.
November 28th, 09:56 AM - Thanksgiving Day
"Alright, I'm heading out! I'll be back tomorrow night, there's food in the fridge okay?
"Aye aye, captain", Sy replied from the couch, not bothering to look back at you, simply raising his beer.
You sighed, you knew Thanksgiving was a hard time for him. Bad memories. He had been in a foul mood since yesterday.
"Are you sure you don't wanna come? My mom always has too much food anyway"
"Sugar, I don't wanna ruin my own family's Thanksgiving with my brooding, why would I wanna ruin yours? Besides, someone needs to stay with Aika."
"You wouldn't ruin anything Sy, you and Aika would be more than welcome t-"
"I watched my men die last Thanksgiving. I have nothing to add to your celebration."
"Sy I'm-"
"Besides, I have nothing to be thankful for anyway," he cut you off again, his voice dripped with bitterness.
oh
alright.
The place was quiet for just a second before you replied "Got it", and moved to pick up your bag from the ground.
"Sugar..." he wanted to apologise, he didn't mean it how it came out.
You slammed the door shut before he even had the chance to say anything.
The drive to your mother’s place was only 45minutes but it felt like forever, tears prickled in your eyes as your mind went into full overthinking mode. The fact that you had just started your period this morning didn’t help either…
You ended up staying at your mother’s place for two nights instead of one. The next morning you woke up to a text from Sy;
“Hey, Im sorry about yesterday. I didn’t mean for that to come out the way it did…can you just let me know you’re okay? Sy.
Sent at 01:09AM”
You replied that you were fine and blamed your delay on the weather and having had too much to drink before finally getting in your car and driving home.
You got back to the apartment a little before noon, Sy was in his room, you could hear his PlayStation playing.
There was a box with a bow on it in the middle of the kitchen counter. Inside was a Polaroid camera with a note; “I'm thankful for you"
Great, now you’re tearing up again…
His door was half open, you knocked before pushing it open completely, polaroid in your hand.
“Hi”
“Hey, you’re home…” he looked up at you, all puppy eyed, immediately taking off his headphones, not caring that his character was getting shot to pieces.
“Yeah…”
“Look…Sugar…I really didn’t mean”
“Where did you get this?”, you asked curiously, holding up the camera.
“Uh…I bought it a couple weeks ago, it was supposed to be your Christmas gift…but I figured I should pull out all the stops”, he chuckled awkwardly.
You smiled at him, unable to help yourself you went up to hug him, and due to his position you found yourself sitting sideways on his lap as you pressed a kiss on his bearded cheek. “Thanks Sy, I love it” you said before wrapping your arms around his neck again and pulling him close. “and I’m thankful for you too” you whispered.
A chill went down his spine and he cleared his throat, “well uh…thanks Sugar”, just as you felt something starting to stir up under your thighs, he swiftly urged you off of him and placed his headphones and controller on his lap.
“Right, uhm, do you need any laundry done…I was just about to do mine” you pointed at his laundry basket
“Im a grown man sug, I can do my own laundry”
“I know that, but if Im doing it anyway…you can do the next load, big guy.”
You grabbed his basket and your camera and darted out the room, making a mental note to throw the panties you currently had on in the laundry too…
December 1st 15:47
“Come on, smile!”, *SNAP*, the camera flashed. After another batch of cookies, hot coco and an awfully good holiday romcom, you decided some fresh air was due. Besides, Sy needed the exercise for his leg and Aika needed to get outside.
“Sy, just one little smile that’s all I ask for” , *SNAP* ofcourse you had to take your brand new Polaroid camera with you. *SNAP*
Sy threw you the most forced smile ever. *SNAP*
"Perfect," you smiled. Aika barked happily, as if she were agreeing with you.
"Calm down, girl, daddy can't walk that fast," you said as she pulled on the leash.
"You can take the leash off, she'll come back when I call. There's no one around anyway," Sy added and took the leash from your hand, unhooking it from her collar. "Go on, girl, let's show mommy our party trick," he winked at you. Only then did it dawn on you that you had not only full-on called Sy "Daddy" out loud, but he referred to you as Aika's Mom...okay, surely it wasn't that deep, but still...you were her owners, both, equally.
Sy picked up a stick and threw it as hard as he could, "Go on Aika fetch!" he yelled out, "My leg might be busted, but I can still throw a stick", he added. "I can see that..." you replied. It seemed like you were referring to how fast and hard he threw the stick, but it was more the way you could see his bicep bulging through his sweater that made you...impressed...
Aika came back in no time, offering Sy the stick back.
"Good girl," he praised and scratched behind her ears.
Yup...your panties were ruined again...
December 6th 17:28
The pictures you took of Sy hung on the fridge. They made you giggle a bit every time you saw them. He looked so cute in his beanie, rough cheeks just a little rosy from the cold, looking all grumpy before finally complying and looking all adorable with his little smile, it made you giggle again.
"What's so funny?" Sy asked, putting his hand on your waist as he squeezed next to you, getting a mug off the shelf.
The proximity made you flustered, ofcourse it did. Even after months of living together, his presence made you nervous. Sometimes it felt like it got worse as time went by, especially after feeling his hard dick against you...twice.
You cleared your throat and moved away from him slightly. "Nothing, just happy with that Polaroid camera," you smiled, "Chinese tonight? I don't feel like cooking," you said, grabbing your keys off the bowl on the kitchen table.
"I could always cook. What are you craving?" he turned to you, holding his steaming cup of coffee, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, that slutty little shirt riding up enough to show that damn happy trail and those arms...god, he could choke you with those arms and you'd say thanks...you Sy, I'm craving you...right here, right now, on the kitchen table...heck, on the floor...I crave you...
"Sugar?"
"Chinese!" you blurred out. "I just really want some...uh...Chinese...you can cook tomorrow."
"Alright, love. Have a good day at work."
You were out the door before you could say anything else stupid...
Work was long and boring, the most interesting part was probably Liz still raving about her Paris trip with Clark, although that was starting to get a little old, and the fact that the concept of TMI doesn't exist to Liz didn't help get your mind out of the gutter...
After work, you rushed home with a steaming bag of delicious Chinese food in your hands. You swung the front door open and called out, "Honey, I'm home!", a little jokey thing you and Sy started doing a while ago. Usually, he responded quite quickly, asking you about your day as the two of you got settled on the couch. Only today, there was no answer. You'd think he was out for a walk, but Aika was circling around you silently begging for head pets, and he rarely went anywhere without Aika.
You took off your shoes, put down the bag of food on the table, and gave Aika a stern look. "Don't touch that, okay, darling?" you said, scratching her head. You made your way down the hall, assuming Sy was in his room playing video games or something.
Well, he was definitely in his room...and definitely playing with something...
The sounds of his deep groans filled your ears with every step you took closer to his door. Heat crept up your cheeks, as if it were following the sound all the way to the tips of your ears. Your mouth fell open a little bit, you socked feet slowly shuffling closer, curious.
"GHhrah, fuck..." he sounded almost in pain, "fuck, just like that, baby"
You stopped dead in your tracks, and all the colour drained from your face. Baby? Oh my god, did he have someone in there? Is this what he got up to when you were at work? Bringing over women? Into the home you shared together?
You knew it wasn't fully justified; you weren't a couple, you were roommates. Just roommates. Just as you started to spiral, his voice cut through the silence in the hallway once more, only this time his groans were followed by a name, YOUR name.
He moaned out your name, sounding desperate and utterly consumed. It sounded so good coming from his lips. He cursed again, calling for no one but you and God.
A deep, guttural sound rumbled from his chest, and then it was quiet. So quiet you could hear his heavy breaths through the wall. Or was that you?
The realization struck that you were now standing right in front of his door. You had listened to him, doing something very private and very intimate. It was wrong, so wrong. You remembered how embarrassed he looked when he got hard against you, you can't imagine how mortified he would be if you knew you had not only heard him jerk off, you heard him moaning your name while doing it.
You got dragged from your thoughts when you heard him shuffle around behind the door.
shit shit shit you had to get out of here...you tried your best to make your steps as big yet quiet as possible and made your way back to the front door. His bedroom door opened, and you heard the tap run in the bathroom as he washed his hands. You opened the front door again and slammed it shut, as though you had only just walked in.
Summary: You see Price again for the first time after he went on mission…and after you slept with him months ago
Content Warning: mentions of smut, angst, age gap
Pairing: John Price x reader (NO GENDER/LOOKS SPECIFIED)
A/N: short, sweet and angsty, folks! this has been in my drafts for a looooong time, enjoy <3
Word Count: 1100+
“I…I haven’t...been...with anyone else, you know?”
“What?”, He looked down at you, your head resting on his sticky chest, listening to his heartbeat.
“Since you left…I uhm….I haven’t slept with anyone else.”
It had been months since you last saw him.
You and John had been friends for years. Sure, he was a little older than you, but you never cared. He was handsome and smart and kind and he always knew what to do.
He was the one you called when your car broke down on the side of the road. The one who took you for a drink after a long day at work.
And last summer, he suddenly became the one who made you cum so many times you forgot your own name.
It was a one-time thing. A moment of heated passion between two friends. The fact that you'd had a crush on him for over a year played no part in the matter.
Besides, you didn't have much time to dwell, because the next morning when he got called into work, he was told that he was needed for another mission.
Well it turns out, that did actually leave you lots of time to dwell. Six months of it.
It had gone by incredibly fast and agonizingly slow at the same time, but there he was, back home, taking sips of his beer on your couch while you cooked him his first decent meal in half a year.
You'd been eyeing each other all night. Small talk paired with small touches. After dessert, when there were no more dishes to be washed, no more stupid questions to be asked, nowhere left to hide, he kissed you.
And that left you here, in your bedroom. Tangled in the forest green sheets, sweaty and satisfied. His rough hands drew gentle shapes on your shoulder until you opened your stupid mouth.
“I havent been with anyone else…”
Price was quiet, with an expression on his face that gave little away.
The silence grew thicker by the second. An uncomfortable feeling settled in your stomach and you started to regret even saying anything.
You were about to mumble out an excuse, apologize, tell him never mind, and that it was silly. Your mouth opened but before the first sound could fly out of your throat, he broke the silence.
“Neither have I.”, he stated dryly.
“You haven’t?”, you sat up a little, getting a better look at his face.
“You thought I had?” He raised his brow a little, you could tell it was a reflex. He almost looked…annoyed.
"Yeah, I mean...no....I don't know", you babbled.
"Well, I didn't."
"You could have."
"I didn't want to." he replied with just a twinge of irritation, “Did you want me to?”
“No I just…I wouldn’t have been mad…if you had.”
His brows twisted in what can only be described as a dumbfounded frown.
“What the…” he grumbled, sitting up fully too. “So if I would have fucked some other lass, you would’a been totally fine with that?”
Your eyes darted around nervously as you tried to figure out how to answer that question.
“I just…you can do what you want. You don’t have any responsibilities towards me. I would have understood if you had…if…if you’d…”
The thought of him with another woman made you sick to your stomach, but you knew you couldn't have expected that of him. That he'd stayed loyal to someone he'd slept with once.
Well...twice now.
"Alright then, good to know how you feel," he said as he got out of bed, quickly grabbing his boxers off the floor and pulling them on.
"W-, Price, where are you going?"
"I clearly got this all wrong, that's on me."
"No wait, please! I...I'm sorry I just...I..." you babbled. Your chest felt tight, that familiar feeling of panic settled in the pit of your stomach as you watched him grab his stuff off the floor.
“Can you please just hold on a minute? Please?”, you pleaded, “John!”
That got his attention. His eyes locked with yours as he stood there brooding like an angry bear.
“I thought…” he started, you could tell he was trying to keep himself composed, “I thought we had something. I thought we were something. A thing. The pair of us.”
You sat there on the bed, with your thin sheet wrapped flimsily around yourself, staring up at him.
“John…I”
“I know we didn’t exactly have a conversation about it…but after what happened I just sort of assumed…and I shouldn’t have.”
“No! God, I’m such an idiot…I'm just expressing myself all wrong…", you tried explaining, “I wanted you to know I hadn’t been with anyone else…because I don’t want anyone else…but I also know we didn’t talk about it so I would have no right to be mad if you…if you had…”
“Screwed someone else?”, he damn near barked.
“Yeah…", you visibly flinched at the thought this time. "Can you please sit back down? Please?"
He obliged. The mattress dipped a little as he sat down on the edge of the bed, his back toward you. The room was quiet again. You didn't really know what to say or do...you had missed him so much...all you wanted was to be close to him, that was all you had wanted for months.
You were staring at the freckles on his back and you couldn't help but lean closer, your lips carefully brushing against the skin and pressing a loving kiss there. You felt him tense up, yet he remained quiet.
"The thought alone makes me sick..." you started, hoping he would get what you were referring to, "but I would have understood, you were gone for a long time and you didn’t make any promises to me”
You felt him tense up again when you said that last part.
“M'not angry at you sweetheart, I'm just angry at myself ", he turned around, his sweet, brown eyes gazing at you with nothing but love and affection.
"I promised my heart to you a long time ago, I was just too dense to tell you about it..."
"Oh, John..", was all you could muster, you reached out and gently put your hand against his bearded cheek. He leaned into your touch, placing his own hand over yours.
"I should have at least made it clear how I felt, sweetheart, instead of leaving you wondering if I was fucking someone else for six months. Because I wasn’t. All I wanted was to be with you. There’s no one else I want, love.”
You were at a loss for words, so you settled for a kiss. Not that he was complaining, because he immediately maneuvered you onto his lap, mumbling praises and apologies.
