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Coach Syverson

Okay, Y'all I'm trying something new and posting one of my Henry Cavill Character fics. I haven't posted a fanfic in so long it's gonna be a short story probably only a two-parter maybe 3. Let me know what you think! I loved writing this. I think it's so cute!!!!

Warnings: None for Part 1 :) Definitely will be smut in part 2!

High school football coach Sy and school guidance counselor OFC

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I was locked in a trance, typing in progress notes from an early morning meeting I’d just finished with a student. The sounds of the office, which was just coming to life outside my door, fuelled me. I almost never came in this early. But, one of my seniors was having a crisis and this was the only time we could work into her busy schedule. It’s gonna break my heart when that girl graduates this year. I get so attached to the students. I can’t help working as a school counselor. It's hard not to.

“You’re in early,” The voice coming from the doorway made me jump. He chuckled softly. “Didn’t mean to scare ya.” After a brief heart attack, I finally looked up. I smiled when my eyes met his.

“No, it’s okay, I just didn’t see you! Good morning Coach, What can I do for you?” His soft blue eyes held my gaze, before shooting me a gentle smile. Coach Syverson and I had become good friends since he started working at the school a little over a year ago. Like many good high school football coaches, they made a history teaching spot for him. Unlike others, he’s actually a great teacher!

I met Logan Syverson for the first time in a staff meeting. Our principal introduced him at the beginning of the meeting going on and on about all the improvements he would bring to our team and our community. He certainly looked like a football player. The guy was huge! Tall, large muscles, and a full beard. His eyes were a deep blue. He had a winning smile and a southern accent. The English department was drooling. I hated him immediately.

I figured he was just going to be a self absorbed prick like the last coach. who only cared about the popular students, peaked in high school, and got fired because he got a little too close to one of the cheerleaders. We were not at all sorry to see him go. Well, those of us with half a brain weren’t anyway. Some of the community and staff were more worried about the football program. But I digress.

I was even more annoyed with him when I caught him falling asleep during the same meeting 30 minutes later when we were discussing the budget for new textbooks. I’m not exactly sure what came over me but I kicked him under the table. He was immediately alert. I expected him to glare at me. Or maybe even smirk. But the look on his face could only be described as apologetic. He quickly caught up to me when we were leaving the meeting. “Some first impression I made, huh?” When I didn’t immediately respond he added. “I swear I’m not some asshole that doesn’t care about education, that’s not like me, just didn’t sleep much last night. I had to take my dog to the emergency vet, she broke her leg in the woods late in the evening and didn’t get back until late and…”

“Is she okay?” I asked quickly. He looked completely dumbfounded.

“Uhm what?” He asked, clearly confused. I smiled sympathetically. I did exactly what I told my students not to do and judged him too quickly and I felt like an ass about it.

“You’re dog, is she okay?” He smiled softly and nodded.

“Yeah, Yeah she is. They got her all wrapped up and in a cast, poor pup, but she’ll be alright.” There was a brief pause and then. “I’m sorry, what was your name again?”

“The students know me as Miss Plummer, but it’s Alayna. And um.. Sorry I kicked you. I don’t know why I did that.” I smiled sheepishly.

“Alayna,” He repeated. And then chuckled and squeezed my shoulder “No need to apologize, I’m glad you did. That would’ve been embarrassing. Falling asleep in my first staff meeting doesn’t really look good. Thanks for saving my ass back there!”

We were fast friends from that point on!

Sy pushed off the door frame he’d been leaning against and walked into my office. “Brought ya coffee, I was gonna sneak in and leave it on your desk but I guess it’s you surprising me this morning,” He said, setting the cup from our local coffee shop down on my desk.

“That’s sweet of you!” I took a sip and almost choked. I expected just plain black coffee. He wasn’t the kind of guy to order fancy coffee. But this was actually my coffee order. “How did you know my coffee order?” He had a big grin on his face now.

“I remembered it from that morning when we ran into each other in line a few weeks ago. Thought I’d be nice and bring my work wife some coffee since I was there.” He shrugged. He really was such a sweetheart. He looked tough and scary. I know he did. When he and a few of the other teachers in the history hall gathered between classes they looked intimidating. At least from a student's perspective.I knew them all well though. I’ve talked with students failing his class because they wouldn’t ask questions. When I asked why, they said they were nervous. But he was certainly no one to be afraid of. Yes, he could yell, but he saved that for the football field. The man was a damn teddy bear.

“Thank you!” I smiled. I quickly looked out into the guidance office to make sure there were no students around. “But I know you didn’t walk all the way down here just to bring me coffee for the hell of it. You’re buttering me up for something. What do you need, Logan?” He laughed and shook his head plopping down on the edge of my desk.

“You know me too well, sugar. Two things!” He said. I rolled my eyes. “Hey now young lady, don’t get an attitude with me I’m not asking you to give up a kidney!” I hid my smirk behind a sip of coffee and nodded at him to continue. “First, Can you look up Ty’s grades for me just at some point by the end of the day. He came into my office this morning and was all nervous about his algebra grade, swearing up and down it’s because he failed one quiz. But, I’m pretty sure,” I cut him off.

“He’s not turning in his homework because he just started dating Caitlyn and they’ve been staying up texting all night.” He raised an eyebrow.

“Uh, Yeah, How’d you know?”

“Caitlyn stopped in to see me this morning and we had a chat about it, amongst other things. I’ll double check but I’m sure you’re right. I’ll email it to you so you can have a chat with him. I was going to call him in today but he listens better to you. When you talked about being a veteran and your time in Iraq at the Labor Day assembly, I think that really struck something with him. He looks up to you.” his eyes locked with mine and he smiled softly placing his hand over mine on the desk just for a second.

“Thank you for saying that,” He said before moving his hand and leaning on the desk again. I just smiled.

“What’s the other thing?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Because you could’ve just sent me that in an email.” He smirked. And his nose crinkled a little. Oh no.

“So our first away game is tomorrow night,”

“I know,”

“And you’re a big football fan, and you love those boys don’t you?” He was deflecting

“What do you want, Sy?” I asked again. He let out a long breath.

“Carol was supposed to be a student chaperone for the student fans buuuttt well, you heard her kid is really sick? I need you to come chaperone. Actually. I kinda already said you would.” He quickly stood up from my desk and backed up to the other side, like he was afraid I’d hit him.

I just leaned back in my chair and groaned,

“ugh Sy! What if I had plans?” I cocked an eyebrow at him. He chuckled

“You don’t!” I scoffed

“You don’t know that?” I retorted. He smirked

“Yeah, what big plans do you have for Friday night?” He crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow. I sighed.

“Okay I don’t! But I could’ve!” I argued. “Why, didn’t you ask one of the other guys? Like Nick or I don’t know Mike?” I asked.

“Nick’s an assistant coach, he’ll already be there. And we both know as much as Mike loves teaching…he does not want to spend his Friday night with the kids and at a football game making sure there’s no funny business. And you love the kids.” He was pleading now. Practically giving me puppy dog eyes. “And…Maybe I want you there,” He winked playfully. I looked down and jiggled the mouse on my computer to hide my blush.

Jessica, who works the front desk of the guidance office swears he flirts with me. But I know he’s not. We’re friends. Good friends. We tease each other to make work a little more fun at best. But that's all it is. A man like Logan Syverson would never look twice at a girl like me. He’s fit and strong and tall and handsome. I’m pretty but I’m short and round and a little too quirky for my own good. Girls like me only get men like him in the movies. And I’m not stupid enough to believe otherwise. Moment’s like these though. I do wonder a little. But I don’t let my thoughts wander too far.

“Oh yeah?” I joke, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I mean maybe you’re our good luck charm. You’ve been at all our home games this year and we haven’t lost a game.” He said with a cheeky smile.

“We’ve only had two Sy.” I say matter of fact. He just shakes his head.

“That doesn’t mean you’re not good luck, but okay,” He held his hands up in defeat. “If you don’t want to do it I’ll figure something out. I messed up and didn’t ask you first. I’ll tell the boys their favorite guidance counselor doesn’t want to come support them. It’ll break their little hearts sugar but I’m sure they’ll find,” He pauses and lets out an exaggerated sigh “Some way to pull through and play a good game of football.” He frowned, shaking his head. I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrows looking straight at him.

“Are you done?” I deadpanned. He snickered softly and nodded. “Fine, I’ll go,” He smiled and walked over squeezing my shoulder.

“You’re the best! It’s supposed to be chilly! Wear a sweater! And Free coffee,on me all night! I promise,” I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, yeah okay,” I chuckled.

“Seriously, I owe you sugar! I’m happy you’ll be there, I better get goin, class starts soon and I probably shouldn’t be late being that I’m the teacher,” He chuckled.

“Get out of my office Logan!” I laughed. He smiled.

“You’re the best!” He said one more time before finally walking out of my office. I shook my head and tapped at the keys on my keyboard to wake up my computer. I felt eyes on me and looked up to find Jessica standing in my doorway.

“Don’t start!” I warned her.

“Please, sugar. I really want you there!” she mocked. “He knows your coffee order, Alayna. How long are you going to ignore what’s right in front of you?” she asked exasperated.

“It’s not like that Jess, He was just being sweet because he needed the help.” I said.

“Like you wouldn’t have done it anyway. You were trying to play coy but we both know you would have done it anyway.” She laughed. I blushed. And threw an eraser at her.

“Get back to work!” She laughed.

“Whatever you say… Sugar!” I snorted and we both chuckled for a minute. “I mean it Alayna, He’ll be kinda busy during the game and yes you’ll be keeping an eye on the students but take the opportunity to flirt back, he likes you, I’m not wrong!” She turned and walked back to her desk before I had a chance to say anything. And before I could spend any more time thinking about it my email notifications went off pulling me back into my work.

The rest of my work day went by in a blur. I had meeting after meeting with students. My seniors were in panic mode, my juniors have early onset senioritis, and the freshman and sophomores came into vent about the daily woes of high school drama. Oh to be 16 again.

With a full schedule of meetings I barely had time to eat lunch even in my office. When my phone lit up with a group text from two of my girlfriends asking about our weekly Thursday night dinner. I was quick to respond.

(I’ll be there!) I sent the text, before packing up my desk for the evening. It had been a late night for me so it was just past 5. I didn’t bother going home first to change into something more casual. They were used to the office style by now. I felt my shoulders relax a little as I slipped into the booth next to skyler.

“Hey!” she said cheerfully, slowly pushing the glass of white wine they’d ordered for me closer.

“You know me so well!” I smiled at her.

“Long day?” Hayley asked from across the table, she picked up a tortilla chip and filled it with queso. I shrugged.

“Not long in the sense that it was rough, just busy,” Skyler nodded and took a sip for her wine glass.

“I feel that. I tried to get some school work done while the kids were down for a nap.” She runs an in-home daycare. She adores kids. But she’s also going back to school for a degree, Pediatric nursing. She’s a saint. I don’t know how she does it.

“I commend you babe. The school is asking me to take classes, they want someone to take on the position as school psychologist. They’ve been trying to nudge me toward it the past couple of weeks. It’d be a raise but, that on top of the current workload? I don’t wanna drown myself ya know?”

“I totally get it, it’s not easy! But you should think about it. You’ve talked about it before! At least consider it.” Skyler said.

“She’s got a point dude,” Hayley added. “Look at you guys moving up in the world while I’m stuck with an art block. If I can’t think of anything, my online shop isn’t gonna take off and I’ll be stuck at the factory forever!” She groaned and downed a quarter of her strawberry lemonade that was no doubt spiked. I looked sideways, meeting Skyler's eye. She was giving me the same look.

“You’re just getting started Hayley.” Skyler said.

“I know but if..”

“Ah, no buts!” I cut her off “We have to allow ourselves room for mistakes and error when we’re trying something new. You will get there. Give yourself the love you give your art! I don’t wanna hear anymore of that self deprecating bullshit from you! The people love their ghost fish!” I demanded, trying to hide a chuckle. She could be so stubborn! She was starting an online etsy shop for commissions and spreading the word through social media. She had all these fun ideas. She was a great artist. But of course it’s not an easy way to make money. And right now, things were slow. She would get there though! I know she would!

“Have I ever told you how annoying it is when you use your psychoanalysis shit on us?” she deadpanned.

“Everyday but I still do it anyway, and that’s why you love me!” She just laughed.

“Yeah okay buddy. Enough work talk, I lifted a bunch of heavy shit all day and I don’t wanna think about it. I just wanna eat my chips and queso and get drunk with my friends!” She said and scooped another chip through the queso. I laughed and held up my glass

“Cheers to that! Although we all know damn well it’s a Thursday night and we all have to get up early and we drove separately so drunk is relative but yes!” Skyler laughed and clinked her glass with mine.

“Let her have her moment. Cheers to drunk Thursday dinner!” she said.

“Fuck yeah!” Hayley added and added her glass in with ours. We all took a drink and it was quiet for only a second.

“So,” Skyler spoke immediately. “It’s been a week, what's new?”

“Nothing for me, just still considering the offer to go back to school. My job would pay for it. Love life is still dry and I’ve bought like 3 new spicy romance books on my kindle this week!” I said laughing.

“Fun!” Skyler smiled. “Hayley?” She asked and directed her attention across the table.

“I went to Target and spent an obscene amount of money on fall stuff. We have a fall party coming up at work that I volunteered to do face painting for, but that should be fun! Oh there’s this new movie that came out I want you guys to come see with me I was hoping maybe tomorrow night?” she said. I started to agree. But then remembered my conversation with Sy earlier.

“Oh tomorrow night? I can’t. I’m actually busy!” They both looked at me with raised eyebrows.

“Since when are you busy on a friday night?” Hayley asked. Here we go. This is gonna open a whole can of worms. If Jess was good at getting my hopes up about Sy, these two were going to have me down right delusional.

“There’s a football game. I like to support the team.” I said. Skyler snickered and a smirk spread across Hayley’s face.

“You like to support the coach you mean?” Skyler asked.

“That’s not true! I’ve always been a football fan!” I defended myself. Hayley chuckled

“Sure but since when do you go to away games? Isn’t it like 2 hours away?” She raised an eyebrow. I sighed.

“Coach stopped by the office this morning, one of the other teachers that was supposed to chaperone the roadies tomorrow canceled and since he and I are friends he volunteered me to do it. He buttered me up with free coffee this morning and practically begged me to go tomorrow and… I just can’t say no to him. Plus he said he really wants me to be there.” I swirled my wine glass and stared down at it. I knew the looks they were giving me. I heard skyler squeal.

“Shut up! He asked you to come because he wants to spend time with you! Watch, I bet next week he’ll ask you out!” She bounced in her seat.

“He does not! He’s going to be busy with the team! He’s not going to have time to talk to me or anything.” I said taking a big gulp of wine.

“Why else would he say he wants you there though. And clearly you want him to hang out with you. Or you want to hang out with him. Or you wouldn’t have given up your precious Friday night in!” Hayley smirked.

“Okay, so what if I do. He’s not into me like that. He’s just friendly. He’s southern, it's just how he is!” I said, trying to hold onto whatever sanity I had left.

“Really?” Skyler said. “Does he bring anyone else coffee? Ask if he can eat lunch in anyone else’s office?” Hayley but it

“Didn’t he get you a christmas gift last year?” she asked.

“He was my secret santa!” I stated. They both sighed.

“ I don’t know why you can’t see it but he likes you!” Skyler said. I started to object but Hayley cut me off.

“You don’t have to believe us. Just pay attention to how he acts around you tomorrow and the next couple of days. He's trying to make a move. And I know you have your little no coworkers rule,”

“Because if…”

“Ah, I don’t wanna hear it! He’s clearly trying to get your attention. And you work in a public high school it's not like everyone else isn’t hooking up.” She stated.

“She’s got a point, remember all the teachers when we were in school? And he’s not just trying to hook up. He’s playing the long game,” Skyler said. “All we’re saying is IF we’re right,”

“And we are,” Hayley added. Skyler gave her side eye but laughed.

“If he asks you out you should give him a chance. We’ve never met him but it’s clear he’s so into you. And he seems like a great guy. Don’t push him away because something COULD go wrong.” she said. At that point the waiter came up and we placed our order. I also ordered another glass of wine. But a wine buzz wasn’t enough to convince me they were right. Sy couldn’t like me. I wasn’t his type. But it didn’t matter. I will go tomorrow and have a good time watching the game and cheering on the boys and watching Sy in his element. And when it’s all said and done I’ll ride home with the student section and maybe catch the chance to say goodbye to my friend before we leave. And on Monday everything will be as it always has been. Sy and I are friends.

I repeat that to myself as I walk the hall toward the gym after school on Friday. I turned down the hall toward the locker rooms and found his office door open. Sy was leaning back in his desk chair watching the tape from a few weeks ago. He noticed me before I spoke. He paused the video and smiled.

“Hey you! To what do I owe the honor? You never venture down this way?”

“Just coming to double check the plan for tonight! We’re meeting back here at 5:15 and the bus leaves at 5:45?” I asked him. He nodded, running a hand over his beard.

“Yeah, but I was thinking, you got plans for dinner?” He asked and raised an eyebrow.

“Uh I was just gonna run home for dinner, why do you ask?” I leaned against the doorway and crossed my arms over my chest. I watched curiously as he chewed at his bottom lip for a moment.

“I was gonna grab a bite to eat in town before the game. I won’t have time to go all the way home. Do you wanna come with me?” He finally made eye contact with me again and gave me a soft smile.

“Oh um,” I hesitated for a second.

“I’ll buy,” He smirked. I rolled my eyes.

“You don’t have to do that, Sy,” I said softly. He stood up grabbing his keys off the desk.

“I know, I want to.” He smiled and brushed his shoulder against mine as he walked out the door. “Come on, I’ll drive.” I raised an eyebrow

“Driving me to dinner and you’re paying? Sy if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were flirting with me.” the corner of his mouth turned up into a smirk and he stopped walking. He turned toward me and bit his lip trying to hold back a grin.

“Alayna,” He chuckled nervously, “I find it hard to believe after all this time…” He was cut off by a loud whistle down the hallway.

“Well ain’t that a cute couple!” a voice said in a horrible mock southern accent “Get it coach!” One of Sy’s boys called from just outside the weight room. Another one of the football players popped his head out the door to see what was going on and started making kissy sounds with his lips. Sy dropped his chin to his chest and shook his head but his shoulders shook when he chuckled, giving him away. He loved those boys he couldn’t be mad if he wanted to be.

“Tyler you’re already on thin ice don’t make me bench you tonight! You too Matt. Don’t think I forgot about the little stunt you pulled in the parking lot last week!” He gave them a stern look

“Sorry coach!” they said in unison

“It was funny though,” Matt mumbled. Sy shook his head

“Sure, You boys get out of here and get something to eat, I don’t need you passing out on me on the field tonight.” He held Matt’s gaze.

“It was one time!” He stressed.

“And it’s only gonna be one if I can help it. Go eat!” He barked. The boys immediately straightened up and nodded.

“Yes coach!” Logan just chuckled and we kept walking.

“They adore you,” I said. He smiled

“Nah, they just know I’m not kidding’” I laughed.

“Oh come on Sy, you aren’t that mean, or you wouldn’t care so much,” We walked out the back door to the teacher parking lot and headed to his truck. “Hey… what were you saying earlier,” He raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about sugar,” He smirked.

“Sure you don’t cowboy,” I rolled my eyes and hopped up into the truck after he unlocked it. He slid in next to me and started the engine.

“Where do you wanna eat?” He looked over at me and raised an eyebrow. I shrugged.

“Doesn’t matter to me, you’re buying,” I said flatly.

“Sugar,” He threw his arm over the back of the seat, his fingertips brushing my shoulder, as he backed out of the parking spot. He left it there as he pulled out on the road. “Don’t be shy with me, I know you love food darlin. I’ll drive all around town and we’ll starve until you tell me what you want.” I looked over at him just in time to make eye contact before his eyes shifted back toward the road. He shook his head and tried to hide his smirk.

“You are so dramatic,” I teased, trying to play it cool but I could feel a blush creeping up my cheeks.

“Oh, I’m dramatic? Weren’t you the one tearing up in her office because of a book you were readin?” He snickered. I reached over and playfully smacked him in the chest.

“Shut up!” I laughed. He held his hand to his chest feigning hurt.

“Ow!” He pouted.

“That did not hurt! I barely hit you!” he side eyed me still pouting but the corners of his mouth started to break into a smile

“Over here committing spousal abuse.” He shook his head. I laughed so hard I snorted.

“We’re not married Sy!”

“You’re my work wife, it's the same damn thing” He chuckled. “Seriously, where do you wanna eat, I’m starving.”

“My god Logan,” I laughed. “Um fine, I haven’t tried that new sushi and ramen place yet!” I said. He almost slammed on the break.

“You haven’t?! That place is right up your alley, all trendy and shit. It’s real good too!”

“You think I’m trendy?” I raised an eyebrow. He looked over for a moment and caught my eye giving me a gentle smile.

“I think you deserve to be taken out to nice places.” And here I was blushing again.

“Sy,” I started but my phone buzzed in my lap distracting me, I wasn’t really sure what to say anyway. It was a group chat with the girls asking me what time we leave tonight. They were going to have a field day with this. And instead of just replying I decided to start a fire. I tapped my screen to open my camera and held it up to take a selfie “Smile, cowboy.” He chuckled.

“What are you doin over there, sugar?” He smirked but glanced over at the camera quickly so I could snap a quick photo.

“Lighting a match.” I smirked. He bit his lip and chuckled softly.

“You’re something else,” He spoke as we pulled into the restaurant. I quickly sent the picture to the group chat and slid my phone into my purse.

Sy was right. This place was incredible. And very trendy.

“God I can’t get over how good this place is!” I said for like the 4th time. Logan smiled.

“I told ya, Darlin,” The waitress came and brought out our bill and I reached for my purse. “Hey, No, I told you, I’m paying.” He said pulling out his wallet and handing his card to the waitress.

“Thank you Sy, I appreciate it,” He grinned.

“Anytime, you deserve it,” I blushed, “ you’re really saving my ass tonight.” I forced a smile, so that’s what this is about. I told the girls this was all just because he needed something.

“It’s no big deal Logan.” I said. I pulled my phone out and checked my messages. There were like 10 from the group chat now.

“OMG YOU'RE WITH HIM?!”

“You didn’t tell us you were getting dinner with him.”

“UNLESS THEIR NOT GETTING DINNER ;)”

“What else would they be….oh”

“Alayna you better not be fucking the football coach right now.”

“Leave her alone Hayley she can fuck him if she wants to BUT IF YOU DO I WANT DETAILS”

“ALAYNAAAAA”

“GIRLLLL ANSWER USSSSS”

“Seriously dude you can’t just send us a picture of you with your hunky football coach man crush and just disappear.”

“OMG THEY’RE TOTALLY FUCKING”

I held back a smile and shook my head.

“It is a big deal,” He said and grabbed my hand across the table. “I’m glad you’re gonna be there tonight.” I smiled but pulled my hand back.

“Sure, because you needed another chaperone.” I joked. His eyebrows furrowed and he tilted his head catching my eye.

“Yeah, but I wanted it to be you, I like hangin out with you. And you’re really fun to watch in the stands. I didn’t know you could be so…aggressive.” He smirked.

“I’m just really passionate about football!” I argued. “And how do you know you like hanging out with me? We've barely seen each other outside of work.” I questioned.

“Well we should change that,” he said.

“Won’t your girlfriend get jealous?” I asked. I knew a lot about him but he never mentioned any relationship. I’d be stupid to think he wasn’t seeing someone. He laughed. God I loved that sound.

“Don’t have one sugar,” He said with a mischievous grin on his face.

“How?” It was my turn to be confused.

“Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” He retorted quickly.

“I … because…” I stuttered, unable to come up with an answer.

“Haven’t found the right guy yet huh?” He pauses, “guess that’s where I’m at, she just ain’t found me yet.” He smiled. Right then the waitress came back with his card. “Thanks honey,” He said, giving her his signature smile. He signed the receipt and stood from the table. “We oughta get going. Don’t wanna be late for the game!”

Sy drove us back to the school and parked his truck next to my car. “Oh no!” I sighed.

“What's wrong?” He asked.

“I was going to grab a sweatshirt when I went home and,” I opened my car, turning on the light to look in the back seat. “I don’t have an extra in my car.” I pouted.

“Is that all?” He chuckled. He reached into the back seat of his truck and pulled out a black hoodie. “Here. I always have an extra in the truck you can wear mine. Don’t want you to catch a cold.” I took it from him tentatively.

“Sy, this is your coach sweatshirt.” I said.

“One of ‘em yeah.” He smiled.

“I…okay,” I just shook my head and pulled the hoodie on. He bit his lip.

“Looks good on ya,” He smirked.

“Shut up,” I rolled my eyes. Before we could continue to tease each other the buses pulled up. And I could see some of the students' cars pulling into the student lot “We’d better head over there!” I said quickly. Logan nodded.

“Yeah, we better get going.”

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Feral Collision - Part Two

Summary: After retiring from the military, Logan Syverson began working as a university football coach. One wild night led to a passionate collision, and while you vowed this could never happen, the Coach won’t leave your mind. There’s only one way to get rid of an itch... (Read Part One)

Pairing: Coach!Syverson x Reader.

Word count: 4K

Warnings: 18+, smut, age-gap (reader is over 18), inappropriate relationship, maleDom, manhandling, jealousy, possessive behaviour, mouth covering, public outdoor sex, oral sex (female receiving), some denial, unprotected sex, hyperspermia (I went there), creampie, loads of dirty talk, mentions of alcohol.

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own*

A/N: I’ll start by saying many thanks to my beautiful @agniavateira who believed in me and helped through + beta’s my work and ofc to everyone who asked me to write a sequel and have been excited to read it - I really appreciate the love you give me, and I hope you’ll enjoy this because I am scared shitless and not sure if it’s as good as part 1. So, low expectations!

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Feral Collision Part Two

It wasn’t long before the friable soil around the campus became damp with the blessing of the first rain. Autumn had crawled away, making room for the drowsy winter before anyone even noticed. Still, the phantom memory of that evening in the nurse’s office kept hitting you in fuming flashes. The agonising seed of forbidden desire set its roots within your gut, lust seeping beneath the skin that spread through every sinew and bone. The more days passed, the more restless you became.

Coach Syverson left an imprint on your body, taking you the way no man did before. That same night you marched home with such discomfort, the soreness lingered for days.

‘I’m as deep as I want to be.’

His unapologetic profanities echoed between your grinding thighs while you sat through tedious classes, unable to concentrate on anything other than the ghosting sensation of his thick cock ploughing inside you. That same night you came home with his semen dripping sticky on your panties - as nasty as it made you feel - you couldn’t help but dip a finger between your scorching folds in delightful fascination.

No one had come inside you either.

Shifting awkwardly in your seat, you stifled a moan that begged to escape your throat and drifted away into thoughts in a vain attempt to remember the taste of his tongue, the smell of his sweat, and how roughly he fucked you.

If only you could have him one more time…

Your trail of forbidden musings was interrupted by the loud scraping of chairs being dragged across the floor. Lifting your head, you realised the class has ended and hurriedly scampered out of the classroom.

To say the last few weeks were a bitch to manoeuvre through the campus would have been an understatement. The narrow passages ensured that you’d orbit each other like two celestial objects gyrating at a constant pace; every day you found yourself having to make sharp u-turns as you noticed him approaching from the other edge of the hallway.

Somehow, Coach Syverson seemed to be everywhere.

It was foolish to think today would be any different. Marching down the hall, you decided to stop at a vending machine, craving for cherry cola. Your mind was vacant for a couple of shy minutes, lost in your own little world. Then, a familiar heat caressed the back of your bare thighs below your skirt, and the spicy odour of virile sweat suddenly engulfed you from every direction. The blood turned hot in your veins, and your heartbeat abruptly accelerated. Although the notion already resonated in your mind, you startled once you turned to meet with the blistering chill of Syverson’s arctic gaze.

Like a deer caught in the headlights, you gawked, unable to stop the quiver that almost knocked your knees together while the hulk towered above you with a breath crisped of black coffee.

“Coach,” you mumbled politely, not daring to smile.

Sy remained stoic; frigid indifference winded down his eyes while you visibly shook. It almost made you think that whatever happened between the two of you was merely a vivid fantasy.

“Do you mind?” he finally spoke, his Texan drawl making your heart murmur. “I’d like to use the machine, doll.”

Acrid bile surfaced on your throat. The coach has regarded you with small to no concern as if you were a stranger standing in his way. While you knew how costly any engagement between the two of you could be, the strong desire you felt toward him turned into hatred at the notion of how quickly he was done with you.

Giving him a sardonic grin, you averted your gaze and marched away, trying not to show any signs of rage though your heels left a trail of fire behind you.

Wild chatter and thrumming rock tunes roared across the smoky cavern, mingling with heady vapours of harsh liqueur and spiced ale that bore a cloud of intoxicating aroma. Huddled against the oxen leather of the corner seat, you held a glass of light cocktail and did your best to look intrigued by your date’s tale of a chugging contest that - to no one’s surprise - ended miserably.

More than anything, you needed someone to fuck Syverson out of your system and Mike wasn’t all that bad with his smooth baby face and okay figure. Listening to his predictable fraternity stories seemed like a scant price to pay to scratch the burning itch that festered below your skin.

“I’m really happy you finally said yes to going out on a date with me,” Mike uttered and shoved a handful of pretzels into his greedy maw, “I mean, Chelsea has been thirsting over me for ages, but I think you’re way hotter.”

Eyeing him mildly vexed, you held back an eye-roll and faked a grin.

“That’s uh… cool…thanks, I guess.”

Ecstatic, Mike opened his mouth to speak when his words and the background guitar riffs were swallowed by roaring cheers. Bursting through the doors like a cacophonous stampede of wild animals, the members of the football team spilt forth in a parade, shouting and raising their fists in the air while chanting over and over again -

“Coach Sy! Coach Sy!”

“Jesus fuck…” you muttered against the rim of your glass and downed the rest of your drink in spite. At this point, you started believing that you were truly cursed.

Surrounded and worshipped by the team, Coach Syverson leaned against the black marble counter and curled a finger at the pretty bartender. His arctic orbs gleamed like two precious stones, and a cheerful, toothy grin was slapped between his cheeks.

A year at the campus, and not once did you see him smile, not even when he was balls deep inside you. Dreadful warmth permeated your chest at the sight of his bliss; he was beautiful.

And he wasn’t yours.

“Ha, looks like the team won!” Mike stated and reached a hand again for the little bowl of pretzels.

“A round of shots for everyone!!!”

“Yeah… I suppose so,” you answered and inhaled deeply. Sy’s thundering bark forced a throb down your core, reminding you of the low melodic roars of ecstasy he made as he unloaded all of him inside you. Hand snapping at your neck, you gently rubbed over the phantom of feeling his choke.

The sharp thud of thick glass hitting the counter hauled your gaze back toward the bar. The sassy bartender refilled Syverson’s glass with more amber-tinted poison while giggling at his dry humour.

Heat laved your cheeks while your ribcage felt gripped by sharp talons clawing at your lungs; whatever desire you had to avoid him was long gone. Shrouded by a miasmic mist of shame and envy, you seethed, your orbs climbing to meet his piercing stare. Sy’s toothy grin gradually died, turning into a frosty bite that stalked between you and your date. Not bothering to look away, the coach raised his shot, tilting the tiny glass to ridicule you with a toast of humiliation before swallowing the drink whole without so much of a hiss.

The entire football team cheered at his prime demonstration of machismo, rapping at the firm muscles of their beloved coach with awe. Tall pints of pale lager were soon served. Sy reached a greedy hand for his drink and sipped a quarter of beer in one gulp.

Unable to listen to Mike’s silly stories, you eyed Syverson’s every move with a jaw clenched so tightly your cheeks hurt.

The bartender stole the coach’s attention, leaning toward him and saying something you desperately wished to hear; but the loud disharmony forbade it. Sy wiped creamy foam from his beard, simpering at the other woman flirtatiously, then took another large sip from his drink. He returned his leer just in time to catch Mike leaning toward you with his hand caressing your bare forearms.

Absentminded, you succumbed to the other man’s touch, indifferent to the sensual whispers blowing against your hair. The hands that touched you weren’t rough enough, weren’t as strong, and the fragrance sprayed on his neck was too mellow. Yet you let him stroke up the skirt of your little black dress while badly trying to convince yourself this was Sy’s gruff touch.

Noxious green washed Sy’s glower. Finishing his drink, he ordered another one right away, and once the pint was full again, he lifted it to the level of his face.

“I’ll leave after this round.”

The football team booed at the declaration, taunting him as being too old, to which Sy simply shrugged. Hardly the man to be threatened, he couldn’t care less what a bunch of horny college kids had to say; if they knew what kind of hell he’d seen, they’d wet their beds.

“Sorry, I really can’t stay,” he replied, unbothered.

“Why? You got plans tonight?” one of the athletes asked while narrowing his eyes with playful suspicion, “got yourself a hot date with a sexy professor, coach?”

Your ears blistered; Sy only grinned and shrugged, pressing the glass to his plump lips.

He didn’t stare at you anymore.

Rage tore through your lungs. Breath hitching, you swallowed hard, trying to restrain the bubbling hatred. The hand that caressed between your thighs made you jump with a startle and almost spilt your drink.

“Sorry, I need fresh air,” you mumbled and shoved Mike away as gently as possible. He gawked oddly and looked somewhat disappointed, though never bothered chasing after you once you marched toward the back exit.

To your great relief, the back alley was utterly abandoned. Fresh air brisked your cheeks, and the muffled music boomed through the thick cement. Your eyes swam as you stood with your back facing the bar, knuckles swerving below your lashes to wipe away the wee stains of mascara that gathered.

You felt fucked alright, in the dirty and used sense of the word. In fury, you considered abandoning your jacket inside and simply marching home. The idea hardly sank when the door swung open, and the burly bull emerged with his shoulder squared, and his thick eyebrows dropped to a ferocious gaze.

Was he angry? With you?!

“Don’t you have a date you need to get to tonight?” caught up in a brazen tempest, you completely forgot you were speaking to an authority figure; or maybe at this point, you didn’t care anymore.

Sy’s scowl only deepened, the bright frost melted in less than a second. You swore hues of red and twilight sky shone in his eyes.

“You don’t get to ask me that, girl, not with how you were inside,” his broad chest puffed while he pointed his thumb backwards, “was that your little boyfriend over there? Because he looks like a douchebag.”

To your defence, you hardly cared for Mike, but Syverson's unbidden rebuke of your actions made the twisting viscera in your belly simmer.

“Seriously?! Are you passing judgment? Over him!? Do you mind? I’d like to use the machine, doll!” you lowered your voice mockingly, trying to mimic his velvety baritone and distinct Texan accent to which he only scoffed while stroking his beard.

“I’d expect that from some college fuckboy but not from a man, though I guess that despite however old you are, you’re still just another asshole!”

Sy’s icicles burnt in blue flames. He clenched his jaw and sucked his lip when a sudden outburst of laughter followed behind him. With the instinct of a trained soldier, he snapped a hand around your elbow and pulled you aside, dragging you into the umbra spaced within the narrow alley. Bemused, you squealed angrily and tried to resist, but the rest of your bellowing protests were lost into the large paw held over your mouth.

“Ssssh…! Be quiet!” he whispered huskily, holding you against his firm chest. No power in the world could break his iron-clad grip and the notion that you had no chance of fighting him off lured mindless wet heat to spread between your cinching thighs.

God, how much you hated this man!

Crooking one eyebrow, he observed and waited for the drunk audience to trail off into the night. Then, swift as lightning ripping the sky, Sy manoeuvred you around and forced your spine against the pitted bricks. A graceless predatory growl reverberated in his chest as he pressed a hand to the side of your head and let the other gingerly glide from your jaw to your neck. Coarse fingers etched at your tremoring larynx, counting your arduous exhales one by one.

“Did he fuck you?” Sy drawled, his opulent vocals laced with beer and the barbaric musk of a man hardened by years of war in the desert.

Caged between the wall and this imposing savage, whimsical sparks enkindled your blood. The memory of your coitus and the thumb pressing at your arteries did nothing but pour more kerosine onto the soaring flames.

Your body was consumed by lust, but your mind was consumed by anger.

“Whoever I fuck is none.of.your.fucking.business," your eyes blazed, " ....Coach.”

Unimpressed with your cold bite Syverson flashed a cocky smirk, allowing his gaze to trail further down the plains of your figure. The tip of his tongue darted upon the freckle at his bottom lip, and his nostrils flared, as if he caught a whiff of your growing arousal. No traces of another man’s sweat were detected on your skin.

A content grin crisped his face.

Leaning closer to nudge the tip of his nose against your neck, he groaned, the timbre of his baritone making your nipples stiffen through the thin material of your dress.

“How about I make it my business, doll?”

The little ‘extravagant’ facade of protest did nothing to deter the burly animal. As Sy proved before, he always took what he wanted. The heavy bulge in his loose jeans demonstrated that his desire was to fill the weeping slit between your legs. To which naturally, you answered with stupendous yearning.

You wanted nothing other than the taste of honey and whiskey that tainted his lips.

But, you weren’t willing to be his little forbidden fantasy plaything for the night just to be abandoned the next day.

“Don’t!” you warned, slapping both hands against his firm chest. “If you think I’ll be your fucktoy you’re dead wrong.”

Sy took a hasty gander at your hands and huffed with amusement. Your wrists were pinned above your head momentarily.

“Would be wrong of me to let some idiot boy mistreat a beautiful young lady like yourself. I’ve been in his age, trust me, I’d know. But I asked a question, sweetpea. You know I don’t like repeatin’ myself.”

Not waiting for an answer, his hand left your wrists and brushed a gossamer-trail down the riches of your curves. Crudely groping your breasts, his thumb glided about your pebbled nipple while he leant to steal a timeless, erogenous kiss from your chin.

“And how…” you swallowed the dryness that crisped your throat as Sy languidly teased your jawline with butterfly pecks, “how will an ‘old gentleman’ like yourself is going to treat me? Ignore me in the hallways?” Any means to sound harsh failed - your vocal cords turned into brittle sprigs once his coarse whiskers scratched your skin and his hand paved path down your clenching thighs. Dutiful fingers forced them apart and adulated the aching heat at your apex.

The bearded giant beamed a triumphant smirk and pressed a fanged kiss to your neck at the sounds of the succumbing whimpers unwittingly spilling from your mouth.

“Oh, darlin’. Seeing you in that little skirt with your perfect ass sticking up like that, the last thing I wanted to do was ignore ya. Would have made you my girl against that vending machine for everyone to see, if only I could.”

The remaining tendrils of your resistance snapped at those words, abandoning you at the mercy of Syverson’s command. Your plea found its resolve in a trembling gasp as the coach lowered himself to squat on the damp pavement with his hands snaking below the skirt of your dress. Wits lost to delirious passion, you kept your arms locked above your head and watched him roll your panties until it loosely hung from one ankle.

“Tell me, did that stupid young boy get to taste your juicy little peach?” Sy asked with a beautiful dark leer and took one of your legs to brace around his muscular shoulder. His tongue travelled at the seams of his upper lip with outstanding hunger, breath hot and damp against your bare mound.

Alarmed, your eyes floated to the side warily, concerned that someone would catch you. Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to utter any bargain to make him stop. His keen touch injected a potent drug that permeated through the pores of your skin, turning muscle and mind into sizzling liquid.

“No, Sir,…he never touched m... Oh!” You choked a quivering yip, smitten at the sweetness of the kiss that praised your little pearl. Strong fingers dug into the cheeks of your behind, holding you in place to better traverse the secrets of your body.

His low, delightful hums vibrated around your clit. Revelling at your taste, he suckled and twirled his skilful serpent and teased the little engorged peak for a lengthened moment. You tried to remember when was the last time someone ate you this good, but whatever thoughts you had flew out the window once his tongue devoured between your folds.

Wails of desperate pleasure synced with whatever song that played inside the club. Like some back alley whore you surrendered the remnants of your will to his skilled mouth, allowing him to drink the offering of your fresh fountain.

Not that Sy ever begged for permission - the imperious man took what he coveted. Wicked as his profanities, he licked and laved with zeal as if you were a tarty-sweet fruit with its ripe and seeping juices dripping down the plushy slope. Greed flicked his eager tongue to lap each drop, his groans guttural as they mimicked the hymn of your breathless moans.

‘There is no can’t, there is only want.’

A familiar onslaught of spams tingled at the seams of your swollen petals. Desperate to coincide with his bearded kiss, you undulated your hips when you were violently denied the climax.

“Why?!” you whined, pouting with pitiful desperation.

Guiding your leg from his shoulder to his waist, the hulk rose with a dry chuckle, wiping his beard that was wet with your elixir.

“Because you are an ill-mannered girl who doesn't deserve to be rewarded tonight,” he lectured and caught your wrist, deflecting a slap aimed at his stubbly cheek. With a swift shift, your hand was pinned beside your head. Cockiness rounded his cheeks and his lips pressed into a beguiling tut while he reached for his zipper.

“Try that again, and I’ll leave,” Sy warned. His shadowy glimpse dropped to the monstrous shaft now gripped amidst his fingers.

“You don’t want that, do ya, darlin’?”

You shook your head when the sound of people marching toward the door made your heart shrivel with anticipation. Hidden by shadow and a couple of empty kegs, the looming peril of getting caught suddenly made your heart race with a raging thrill.

“We’ll have to be quiet about it...” Sy whispered and bounced you around his hips. “You can do that right? Be quiet while I take you right next to these idiots, while your date sits inside..”

Teasing your weeping lips with his imposing monster, he grazed the swollen head at your entreating little hole. Briefly, you remembered how hard it was to accommodate his beast, how painfully he moulded and reshaped your inexperienced valley until he conquered it entirely.

“Go slow,” you implored.

Sy offered a slanted grin and domineered your mouth instead. The honeyed whiskey you longed for weeks finally bathed your tongue as the brute pillaged your whimpering cavern in earnest. Losing yourself in his kiss, your breasts ground against his hard chest, but then your lips tore from his with a scream.

With an arduous warcry, Syverson forfeited his elegance and forced the full length of his manhood to delve within you. He paid no care to the resistance of your walls which vainly threatened to fight him off, nor to the fingernails that painted crimson crescents at his meaty forearms. Like the captain that he once was and like the coach that he is now, he vowed to push you beyond your limits and stuff you full of himself until you’d learn to take him like a good girl.

“Fuck, you feel amazing!” he gasped at the choking tightness that latched his cock. “You missed this, darlin’? Missed Coach’s big cock tearing your precious little pussy apart?” he asked and carefully began to pull out from your squeezing cunt, groaning at the muscles that clutched him vigorously.

Incoherent, you mumbled a whiny ‘yes’. It hurt as he penetrated you, but the pain was greater once he withdrew and that Cheshire smirk that stretched between his cheeks proved that he knew how badly you needed it.

Retrieving his army-roughened hand to your jaw, Sy forced your glare on his. Slowly but roughly, he began to fuck you against the wall. In and out, every push and shove made your ass slam further against the cold bricks. You minded neither the dirt and scrapes on your skin, nor the twinge in your core as the head of his cock kissed your womb.

All you wanted was to ride the ecstasy of this forbidden delight. And like a wanton whore, you begged, clutching and writhing against him with despair.

“Please! Sir! More!!!”

“Yeah, that’s right, doll, take it, take it all the way.” heeding your demands with a growl, Sy rammed you harder, his pace a merciless pummel, commandeering your body to do as he pleased. The strict rhythm of his assault and the way his hefty sac slapped against your wet folds would have made a passerby think you were filming professional porn.

And as skilled and passionate as he was, he fucked you like one of those actors. His ridged cock conquered your poor little cunt, stretching you to fit no other than him and hitting all the right spots. Although he was rough, he never lacked style; he slowed down and bottomed out when you wanted him harder, and picked up the pace again when you thought you couldn’t handle how deep he was inside you.

It wasn’t long before tides of liquid fire began to surge from your gut and lick at your entrance.

“Coach Syverson!” you sputtered loudly, choking him between your sweaty thighs and vigorously riding his cock to chase after the blazing waves. Lost in the delirious chase for the rapture, you paid no mind to the voices of people that surfaced the alley. The rest of your cries were muffled by his hand.

“You’ll get us in trouble!” he muttered half-groaning, his pace never wavering but only becoming firmer.

You couldn’t care less. The hand on your mouth and the notion of an audience catching you spread open with this beast of a man hammering you like a slut made the heat of a thousand suns burst within your womb. White-hot, it spilt from you—burning molten euphoria.

Hand still clutched around your mouth, Syverson continued fucking you through your orgasm, losing control over his own grunts. A part of him wanted to go forever whilst the other was aching for release.

“That’s my good girl... I’m going to… gonna empty my balls inside you,” he cursed breathlessly “gonna fill you…”

With a dazed groan, he buried himself balls-deep within you and fell into a whirlwind of bliss. His rich elixir soon blessed your womb. Feeling the abundance of creamy nectar gushing inside, you joined his gasps. There was so much of him, the thick liquid oozed around his swelling girth as he continued to pump and grind. Somehow, he was still hard when he suddenly stilled and pulled out with an urge.

He was not done.

Hand hastily seizing your body, he made you face the wall and entered your cum-soaked cavern with a brutish grunt. The bones of his hips snapped at your ass with vigour; the lewd and sticky sounds of liquid and skin colliding echoed through the alleyway, disturbed only by your cries as violent rivulets of pleasure swept you and Sy away. He succumbed to his own rapture with a shuddering shout, granting you another surge of his silky essence.

You never knew a man could even do that.

Spent, you leaned your forehead against the wall, your nails digging into the dusty grains between the bricks. The last sparks of bliss diminished lazily, followed by the unwelcome ache of guilt and unforeseen sadness.

Sy dwelled between your throbbing walls for a few more moments, milking the last drops of bliss. His lips rested on the back of your head, breath heavy and hot. It took true power to finally withdraw from your heavenly shelter and tuck himself in his jeans, doing so as if it was a dutiful task and then attended to your attire. Crouching down, he took your ankle in his hand and properly slipped your underwear back on; but just as you thought he was fresh out of surprises, his fingers brushed at the sticky patch of cotton, massaging his potent milky seed against your clad lips.

Was he marking his territory?

“You are going to be a good girl for me and keep me in there.” he commanded with an authoritative rumble, “You’re gonna go back there now and sit with that greasy boy while holdin’ my cum inside you, and I better not see him touch you again, are we clear?”

A storm swaggered in your mind, unable to comprehend what wicked intentions the burly man had in mind.

Were you not done?

“Coach...”

“Logan,” he corrected, shifting his hands up and down your dress to adjust it properly and smoothing his hands upward to fix the straps over your shoulders, “If we're gonna do this secret thing, I’m not into sharing.”

Sy’s statement made your heart lurch as if jolted awake from a terrible dream. You took a moment to gather your thoughts, but they seemed to have abandoned - or more accurately, raced to - your mouth faster than you could catch them.

“It depends, are there other girls? Like me? Were there?”

Sy’s intake of air halted for a moment and his face turned rigid. “No,” he shot coldly and gave you a shifty glare that made you feel as if your question was too bold or offensive. “I don’t fuck around, babygirl, and I think we both know this is gonna keep happening because...” his speech was cut off by a couple of intoxicated girls who passed by giggling and squealing, hardly noticing your shadowy figures as they trailed into the night.

Sy ogled carefully to see them trail off and then averted his gaze back to you.

“This is going to be a shit show if it gets out, so we better be careful,” he whispered and scanned you for a long moment. Detecting the quiver in your lip he stepped closer and gently yet firmly pulled you toward him to plant a long, quiet kiss against your forehead.

“You wanna be mine, right?”

Doe-eyed and almost naive, you looked up at his ruggedly handsome face, not saying a word. You only dared a shaky finger to trace the veiny old scars that decorated his sun-kissed skin. Sy leant into your touch, the raging bull within him reduced to a soft little lamb, abandoned and deprived of tenderness.

“Finish your date in an hour and meet me back here. I’ll take you home, cook you some proper dinner, and maybe, maybe we can use the bed this time,” he jested and squeezed your wrist.

A sheepish grin graced your face, spurring heat through your cheeks and down your heaving chest. Feet nearly floating, you nodded and began to pull away while the coach insisted on clutching your arm playfully, unwilling to let you go so soon.

“Later, doll.” he winked and finally released your grip.

Finally free, you turned away and marched back into the shadowy pub. The thought of having to endure another hour with Mike felt far more dreadful than before, but at least now you knew you had something better to look forward to.

Guys your age didn’t know how to touch you, and after Coach Sy, there was never going back.

Additional credits. Dividers by @firefly-graphics Last line inspired by High Violet - Guys My Age. I state that I do not own Captain Syverson and Sand Castle.

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