PUSH A LITTLE FURTHER ON THE EDGE ♡ .ᐟ ft. sylus qin.
summary. after a rough day, all you need is to get numb to the feeling. luckily, sylus knows just what you need, except you beat him to it and take what you're craving the most: him.
word count. 1,4k
disclaimer. smut (mdni!), free use, sub! sylus, dom! reader, overstimulation, spanking, playing with sylus’s cute n sensitive pecs <3, riding, unprotected sex, dirty talk, begging, implied multiple orgasms, our sy loves being praised!
nic’s notes ♡ can’t believe i’d forgotten i wrote this, oops- well, can this count as a very belated sylus’ bday gift? ߹𖥦߹
you had a bad day. the coffee mug you accidentally knocked down, staining the pile of documents you had to go through today was the mere beginning of it.
then everything went downhill, no need to recap your rather eventful and disastrous day.
sylus felt it the moment you set foot in your apartment. he had insisted on staying here whilst he took care of some important business, which he didn’t bother to explain thoroughly.
irritation spilled out of you, your frowning brows speaking volumes. your pounding temple was causing the most unbearable headache. you just wanted to take a painkiller and get lost in the comfortable sheets of your bed.
sylus was chilling in your living room, sitting on your large sofa whilst cleaning his heavy handgun with deliberate care, when you walked past the threshold—his head perked up, eyes lighting up slightly.
he stood up, leaving his weapon on the coffee table with a quiet thud, his eyes following your every action. you took off your shoes and hung your jacket before exhaling deeply.
“there she is.” he approached, standing mere meters away from you. he crossed his arms and rested his tall figure against a large column. he had noticed it was rather late for you to be arriving home, the breach between 7pm and midnight being clear as day. dark circles hung from your under-eyes, something sylus quickly perceived.
his gaze softened as he took in your beaten-up expression, his voice only above a soft whisper. “bad day?”
your chest heaved with a sigh, “‘bad’ doesn’t even cover how shitty it was.”
you headed to your sofa, plumping down into the soft cushions that immediately hugged your cheeks almost sweetly. “everything. just everything went wrong.”
he sat down next to your defeated figure, a soothing hand cupping the small of your back. “wish to vent your thoughts? i’m more than happy to be of service, sweetie.”
you shifted, switching from lying down to sitting properly, your head dropped on his broad shoulders. “i don’t wanna waste my energy cursing everyone who crossed me today and their mother.”
a moment of silence engulfed you both, sylus’ ministrations not stopping at any time. you hummed softly before murmuring, “y’know, i really wish we were at the n109 zone so that i could blow off some steam by beating the hell outta your punching bag.”
sylus’ response didn’t come immediately. this being weird enough made you turn your head, your eyes meeting his undecipherable expression.
deep within his irises bloomed the sharp edges of desire, the longing for pleasuring you.
he spoke, his velvety voice laced with wanting. “i could offer you something far more satisfying than a punching bag.”
you tilted your head slightly, your fried brain too slow to catch on to his intentions. “what are you talking about?”
a subtle smirk touched his lips. “i have another way in mind for you to blow off steam.”
“which consists of…?”
“you on top of me.”
———
your hips clashed with sylus’, the filthy sound of your wet skin slapping against his was almost sinful. your forehead was decorated with shiny beads of sweat as you rode sylus within an inch of your life. this was what you needed. to lose yourself in him and his cock. no thoughts. no worries.
nothing to think about at all. it was only you, your lust and him.
oh how you adored sylus for always letting you use him however you pleased.
you had been going for an hour now—orgasm after orgasm, nonstop. sylus was almost sure his cock was about to be split in two from the overstimulating feeling, but you weren’t finished. didn’t even look as if you were close to being finished. and that was all that mattered—your satisfaction.
your walls snuggled his shaft as though it was meant to be that way. your weight bounced off his hips as you used his chest as support. your hands laid still, only pressing him deeper into the mattress.
“that’s it, kitten—take whatever you need, use me.”
his hand flew towards your ass and slapped its flesh, the skin jiggling under his palm. the spank encouraged you to keep going—harder, thoughtlessly pushing yourself further and further away from reality.
as you chased that delicious sensation, your manicured nails clawed down at his chest, idly tracing delicious red lines all over his pecs.
you couldn’t recognize sylus in front of you, your mind was blurred by the consuming pleasure.
until a sharp grunt pulled you out of your misty haze.
sylus’ cheeks were flushed, the prettiest shade of red extended to the tip of his ears and his chest, which was artfully marked by your neediness. his crimson irises flashed a scarlet spark every time his tip reached deeper and deeper into your cunt.
he babbled, blaring red sirens tormenting his head. he was going to cum like a loser if you kept kneading at his pecs like that, and he could not have that. “f—fuck, sweetie. there’s no need to rush, slow down a b-nghh!”
it never mattered to sylus if you went a little overdrive and got lost in your senses and primal desire of claiming him and satisfying your needs. that’s why he always let you suck beautiful hickeys all over his neck and collarbone. but come to think of it, you’d never extended those sweet love marks to his chiseled pecs.
hm. interesting.
everyone has their weak spots, and sylus had made it his life duty to never let you find out about his.
too bad he failed to do so tonight.
a devilish smirk flashed across your face. “what’s wrong, sy? sensitive?”
your hand kept caressing the skin and groping it. his hips jerked sharply, pushing himself deeper into your insides. “hngh! kitten, please—”
you fiddled with his pecs as if they were bread buns, fingers twiddling with his nipples. each roll of your thumb over the perked peak pulled moans and whines out of sylus’ spit-dripping lips.
“well that’s some news, isn't it? the big, bad boss of onychinus can’t have his nipples played with ‘cause he turns into a babbling mess.” you teased before clenching down on him purposely. the sudden clamp turned him further into mush.
“this sight is for me and me only, isn’t it right?” you watched how he sank deeper into subspace as you kept fidgeting with his sensitive nubs.
“yes, sweetie. only yours—always and forever yours.”
“that’s a good boy.”
grunts and pants heaved from his chest, his angry red tip kept pounding into your cervix, stretching you further and further. hoarseness laced sylus’ voice by the second, his desperate body language giving him away quicker than he would’ve preferred.
“you wanna cum, don’t you?” your gaze met his, lust and devotion blending perfectly into the redness of his eye. “i can see right through you, sweetie.” the pet name rolled off your tongue deliciously. sylus’ eyes rolled all the way back to his skull as his cock twitched inside you.
“shit–kitten, stop.” you met his beaten-up expression, crystallized rubies pleading for mercy.
“do you really want that?” you cooed as you soothe your palm over his pink-dyed cheek. “want me to stop playing with these cute nipples of yours?”
you waited for an answer that you knew wouldn’t arrive. a smirk dimmed your eyes as you took in the sight before you: a desperate sylus, chest flushed, irises glinting in neediness.
you muttered, devilishness hiding beneath your syrupy tone. “didn’t think so.”
your pace never ceased, frantically rocking your pelvis against his, seeking your release. your pupils were blown out, the desire to absolutely wreck sylus consumed you to the bone.
what really did it for you when he started pleading for you. “i’m really gonna cum if you keep touching me like th–ungh–kitten stop, please.”
you chuckled darkly under your breath. “but i’m so close syyyy,” you drew out that nickname he loved oh so much hearing from you. “don’t you wanna be a good boy ’nd make me cum?”
your sinful words blinded him completely, humping at you and pressing himself impossibly closer to you. your warm, tight walls clamped down on him in the most lustful way, milking the life out of his oversensitive dick.
“a-ah, fucking god–ah!” he huffed, panting like a dog in heat. “please, cum–cum, i need t’ cum–ngah!”
you shushed him mockingly, your sweet smile belying your dark intentions. “you’re so cute, sy…” you leaned down to press a wet kiss against his overheated face.
People who use ai actually do deserve to be bullied relentlessly btw and you shouldn't baby anyone who tries to defend their use of it in fandom spaces. They believe they deserve recognition and praise for stringing a few words together in the plagiarism pollution machine, but all they deserve is to be spat on.
If someone doesn't have the skill and refuses to learn the skill to execute an idea they are not entitled to use ai to make all their uncreative little thoughts a reality. They should recieve nothing but hostility for thinking it's ok to trample on other people who put a lifetime of effort into learning the skills the ai scraped without consent to create it's worthless output.
I drew him for sylus’s fan made event on this weekend, he will be available as prints and freebies heheeheheheh i wish i could draw him in black version too😩
CW: handjobs, egding/overstim, sylus is a good boy
happy aprilus hoorraayyy
“Ngh—kitten—don’t you think this is a little—haah—cruel?”
Sylus’ hips buck into your lube-slicked hand, his swollen cock giving a warning throb. You take it as your cue to pull away, leaving him aching as cool air replaces the warm pressure of your palm.
“Tch… cruel?” you smirk. “I thought you didn’t mind when I had my way with you?”
He shakes his head, making a sound somewhere between a laugh and groan. “I am letting you,” he insists, tugging lightly at the restraints binding his hands behind him.
“Really?” you muse, returning your hand, wrapping your fingers firmly around his cock for what must be the nth time. “Sounds an awful lot like you’re complaining.”
A broken grunt slips from his lips the moment you begin stroking again. Precum leaks steadily from his flushed tip, glistening against the pad of your fingers as you swipe it. A bead of sweat trails from his hairline, proof of just how long you’ve been dragging this out.
“I’m—just—fuck—“
“Hm..?”
You squeeze, and Sylus moans. His cock throbs hard in your hand and this time he’s unable to stop himself. Thick white cum begins to dribble from his slit before it shooting out, spurting across his chest and your fingers.
You hand keeps pumping his length, smearing the mess as you watch his orgasm ripple through his body. He twitches, pleasure blurring into overstimulation.
“Well,” you murmur, "you definitely weren’t supposed to cum yet.”
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