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[antiquitea]

watching a group of my friends always going to the beach but never inviting me is fucking rad actually

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Part 14

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Pairing: Syverson x ofc

Series summary: Life with Sy, what more can you wish for? The most amazing husband and father to a whole litter of cute little kids... Sometimes you wonder "how did you get here?"

Chapter warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, oral (f receiving), p-in-v sex, unprotected sex,

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: Releasing the next chapter because Sy smut really is the best thing to read before bed, and mygirl @keanureevesisbae deserves it! (And just so you know; I almost owe her 18, too. So we're just gonna keep going...)

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“Ow! Fuck!” You weren’t made for hiking. Or camping. Or generally just being outdoors.

“What’s wrong, Sugar?” Sy looked back at you.

“My foot is stuck.” Why did it always have to be your foot? And why did it have to be stuck? You looked up at Sy, who was laughing. Of course he was, jerk. Somehow, you managed to get your foot out from between the roots of the tree they belonged to. No, the first few hours of your first ever camping trip hadn’t been able to convince you that this could be fun. In order for that to happen, it would have to get a lot more… fun. It was a short walk back to the clearing where your tents were. Seeing those again made you feel the urge to kick them. You didn’t, because you were afraid they’d collapse, and you would have to go through all of that again, and that was something you definitely didn’t want to do. While setting up camp, you’d decided you definitely weren’t outdoorsy. In fact, you were barely so much as outdoors-ish.

The whole debacle had involved almost taking Sy’s eye out with a tent pole (accidentally), Patrick making a bad joke about how you shouldn’t have to take revenge for Sy poking you and Julie hitting Patrick over the head with a tent pole (intentionally). In the end, you had to switch with Patrick and finish putting up their tent with Jules, because Sy tried to explain how everything worked, but couldn’t do so without talking to you like you were five years old. At least, that was your interpretation of his tone – Julie later told you that he was really just trying to help, and carefully suggested that you may have been a bit too embarrassed to hear that. She may have had a point, but that didn’t change much about your experience.

Now that you were finally sitting down, you were starting to like this. It was a really beautiful place.

“Is it always this quiet?” you asked curiously. Somewhere this pretty was bound to attract more visitors, right? It was as if Sy could read your mind.

“It’s private land. Belongs to a friend of our dads. He’s fine with us camping here as long as we don’t make a mess of the place, and we give him a call upfront,” he explained while he stared out over the small lake.

“That’s mostly so he won’t accidentally shoot us,” Patrick said. Both he and Sy laughed at the expression on your face.

“Excuse me?”

“He likes to hunt on the property.” That was a disgustingly simple explanation to you, and your face must have shown that because Sy and Pat were still laughing.

“Who likes to hunt?” you said, voice dripping with revulsion. Jules made a face at you while subtly pointing at the men who were with you, and your eyes went wide.

“Not for sport, Jules, you know that,” Sy said to her. He looked and sounded annoyed. It took the guys a while to answer all of your questions, and you ultimately concluded that – although you were glad that Sy wasn’t a ‘hunting trophies in the living room’ kind of guy – the shock value of finding out was bigger than your aversion to the hunting. Besides, there was a tiny piece of you that definitely felt something at the thought of Sy… You tried not to think about that…

“Wait, you said he likes to hunt on the property…” There was confusion on your face. “How big is the property?” Apparently, the man owned the lake you were currently looking at. And a whole lot of land around it.

“What can I say, Sugar,” Sy said to you as he laughed at your continuous surprise, “everything’s bigger in Texas.”

You spent the afternoon reading and writing. It had been a while since you had actually used pen and paper to write, but it was nice. The view of the lake was amazing, it was sunny and hot – which made it hard to concentrate, because Sy didn’t feel the need to keep his shirt on. After a while of trying to focus on your writing, failing, and letting your thoughts drift freely while watching Sy, it didn’t take much for him to convince you to join him for a swim. Pat left as you walked towards Sy, which confirmed any inkling you had about this being a setup. The water was so clear you could see to the bottom, and the temperature was nice. Sy was on his way over to you, and you met him halfway, which seemed to surprise him.

“You’re a good swimmer, Sugar,” he said. Did he actually sound impressed? Were you actually a good swimmer? No one had ever called you that before…

“I’m Dutch,” you said, “they won’t let you stay in the country if you aren’t.” With a few strokes, you were out of his reach, leaving a bewildered Sy behind. You made your way around the rocks that obscured part of the lake from view at your campsite and climbing up on one of them, feet dangling over the edge. The afternoon sun was hot, but the breeze over the lake caused goosebumps to appear on your wet skin. Just as you had closed your eyes to bask in the warmth for a bit, you felt hands near your hips. You had struggled to climb onto the rock you were sitting on, Sy pushed himself up with ease, one hand on either side of your hips. He kissed you quickly before dropping himself back down into the water. He must have been standing on a ridge of the rocks you hadn’t been able to reach, because he raised himself up a little and folded his arms over your thighs. You ran a hand through his wet hair. It was longer now, and it started to show hints of curls, especially when it was wet, which really made you hope the buzzcut was history for good. Impatient hands suddenly grabbed your knees and pushed them apart so his broad chest could fit in between them. Sy wrapped his arms around you and laid his head down on your thigh. It was nice, having his head in your lap, stroking his hair, taking in the sun… You hoped the two of you would spend some time like this, but teeth on your thigh and the mischievous eyes that looked up at you proved he had different plans.

“Sy, no,” you protested quietly, pointing in the direction of your tents. Sy smirked at you as he raised a finger to his lips, gesturing you to be quiet. “What if they come here?”

“They won’t,” Sy said as he pulled you closer to the edge of the rock, careful not to hurt you on the relatively smooth but still gritty surface, “I have a deal with Patrick.”

You didn’t get a lot of time to wonder what kind of deal – let alone ask him – because the soft kisses he pressed to the inside of your thigh distracted you. Sy was barely touching you, and you were already struggling to keep quiet – but so was he. His beard tickled your skin as he explored your thighs with his mouth, careful not to leave marks on you, though you were pretty sure he secretly wanted to. You bit your lip to stifle your moans as he pressed his thumb against your clit. Without thinking, you opened your legs wider, giving Sy full access. You rolled your hips into his thumb, already desperate for release, which made him chuckle softly. The pressure on your clit disappeared, and you whined. It wasn’t long until a finger worked its way into your bikini bottoms and lightly brushed along your slit, which had you shivering.

Deep breaths were the only thing keeping you from moaning loudly every time something Sy did sent jolts of electricity down your spine and into your core. There was just no way you weren’t absolutely dripping right now. The possibility of being caught – or even just heard, because you were pretty sure Pat and Jules already knew exactly what you were up to – added to the excitement. Sy finally decided he had enough of teasing you and pulled your bikini bottoms to the side. You leaned back on your elbows, trying not to overthink the fact that he had a very clear view of your exposed pussy right now. As he pushed his finger between your folds, he kept his eyes locked on yours. A smug smile spread across his face as his digit slipped into you with ease. You let out a soft moan when the second finger slid in just as easily. For a short but heavenly moment, he pumped his fingers into your core. You were surprised when you were met with that familiar feeling you knew would eventually grow into an orgasm – which made it all the more infuriating when Sy’s fingers retreated.

He raised himself up again, leaning over you to kiss you, dripping water all over you in the process. It startled you; the sun had warmed your skin nicely, and the water felt cold - and tickled as the little droplets rolled off you. The kiss was deep and passionate, and you whined as Sy pulled back way too soon. He looked at you, and his voice was low and deep when he spoke.

“C’mon, baby, tell me what you want.” He shook his head when you tried to put a hand against his chest to push him down. “I wanna hear ya say it.” Fuck. Your stomach was suddenly filled with a tornado of butterflies. Much to your surprise, it made you even hornier than you already were.

“Sy, I-I,” you couldn’t finish your sentence. Sy was no longer looking at you, but had focused his attention on your neck and chest, softly kissing your exposed skin and biting your nipples through the fabric of your bikini. He paused for a moment to answer you, shaking his head slowly as he did.

“Sugar, are ya gonna make me miss out on eatin’ this sweet li’l cunt o’ yers, just ‘cause ya can’t use your words?” The way he said it did something to you. What he said did something to you.

“Please, baby,” you whispered, on the verge of begging, “I want you to eat me out.” As soon as the words were out, his lips were on yours.

It was a brief kiss, followed by the next thing you had never imagined you would find so extremely exciting: “Atta girl, Sugar.”

He disappeared back into the water, and you immediately felt two hands on the back of your thighs, pushing them further apart. His tongue was on you in no time, focusing solely on your clit. Sy’s steady rhythm had you flat on your back within a minute, squirming and covering your mouth with your hands to keep the noise you made to a minimum. You turned back to taking deep breaths as Sy continued to push you towards your climax. You lasted longer than you had expected; each time you were close to coming, your breath pulled you back down again. It was a delightfully frustrating dance of ebb and flow. Of course you couldn’t last forever, and a little extra pressure from Sy’s tongue gently nudged you into bliss.

“Whoa,” you whispered. This was different. Normally, orgasms were falling, breaking down into waves of pleasure that crashed back into reality with brutal force. This was much more like sliding down a steep slope – much less violent but every bit as intense. Sy’s mouth stayed on you until your body relaxed completely. Then, you felt water rain down on you again, and you opened your eyes to find his face hovering over yours.

“Was that good?” It was a redundant question, but very sweet, nonetheless. You didn’t speak – you couldn’t. Instead, you just nodded, which was enough of an answer for him. He kissed you again, gently and slowly, while you took your time coming all the way back down. Reality hit you hard, starting with a very acute awareness of Sy’s hard-on pushed up against your naked pussy. Your entire body instantly screamed for one thing, and one thing only.

“Sy, I want you,” you murmured into his mouth, “now.” He groaned and rolled his hips into you when you said it.

“Can’t,” he breathed, “condoms.”

“I’m on the pill.” That, and you knew you could trust him. You studied his face as he considered your request: His eyes weren’t able to hide his desire – not that his cock didn’t give that away – and the slow-spreading smile gave away his decision before he said it out loud. He let himself sink down again and, from the looks of it, found somewhere he could stand.

“C’mere,” he said as he reached for your hand. You followed him into the water and let him pull you into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He struggled for a moment to position himself like this, but you soon felt his cock pushing against your entrance.

“Tell me if it don’t feel alright, Sugar,” he murmured as he pressed his lips against your neck, “water ain’t ideal.”

You couldn’t deny that; it definitely made things on the outside a bit less slick, but Sy took his time and moved slowly until he was all the way inside of you. His moans were different, somehow, restrained. You suspected he would have been louder than usual if the circumstances didn’t force you to stay quiet. Actually, you didn’t suspect it, you were fairly sure; your reaction was the exact same. There was something about this; not the fact that you were in water, or even because you were out in the open, but because this was skin on skin, and something about that was really intimate. Sy kept his thrusts shallow and his movements slow so he wouldn’t hurt you, and you used your legs to meet him with every move. After a while, you started to wonder if this was even doing anything for him. It took a moment to gather the courage to ask him. The semi-apologetic smile said enough; it really wasn’t. Sy wouldn’t be Sy, however, if he wasn’t quick to tell you that it didn’t matter.

“You know I want it to feel good for you, too,” you said softly as you stroked his cheek. If there was anything you had proven over the past four weeks, it was that you cared about his pleasure as much as he did about yours.

“I know, sweetheart,” he grunted, “alright, tell me if somethin’s off.” His pace became faster, and his thrusts harder.

“Oh fuck, Sy,” you said softly as he laughed. The way he was fucking you right now made your head spin. You buried your face in his neck, fighting to keep your moans low while he kept going. Finally, his breathing changed, which told you he was close. He kissed you, the sound of his moans muffled by your mouth as he filled you up with cum. After a moment, Sy wanted to pull out, but you stopped him. There was nu reason to, now, no hurry.

“No, stay.” It sounded almost sleepy when you said it, and you wrapped your arms and legs tighter around Sy. He held you for a while, but eventually he suggested you should make your way back to the tents. He was right, because apparently, your friends had started to miss you.

“Hey lovebirds, get back here!”