Synopsis: You love picking fights with Rafayel and he indulges you. But there’s a reason you avoid him when you’re on your period. Your emotions are louder and harder to control. And mood swings aren’t the only symptom you struggle with… But as infuriating as Rafayel can be, he knows exactly how to make you feel better.
Content Warnings: Mention of menstrual cycle, feminine products, blood/bleeding, explicit language, angst, fingering, before & after care, PiV, unprotected sex, cream pie, 18+ MDNI
Word Count: 5k
Now Playing: Supernatural by Ariana Grande
The steady pounding of your feet on the treadmill was doing little to numb your mind. You knew working out would only make the tension in your shoulder, your back, your legs - basically everywhere - so much worse. However, the alternative was biting people’s heads off and that is looked down upon.
You’d been in the middle of a mission when your period started, rather suddenly actually. You keep track of it for the most part, but it’s never really followed a strict schedule. So when you got swiped at by a Foulwing, you assumed the blood on your legs was from a cut. When you found no injury, your stomach dropped and you raced to the locker room, your face beat red with embarrassment.
No one made fun of you, this wasn’t high school. It’s happened to other female hunters and you’ve even helped them out, offering your jacket to cover up until they can get back to Headquarters to clean up. But you had been on this mission alone so you arrived covered in blood and everyone panicked. Jenna let you go home early. She swore it wasn’t because of your “accident” but rather a reward for a successful mission. You knew better.
So here you are, working out in Rafayel’s home gym. You didn’t want to be alone, but you also didn’t want to be around anyone. Rafayel’s house was the perfect place to be today. He was on a nocturnal schedule thanks to a bout of artist’s block, so he was asleep and you’d be gone by the time he woke up.
You cleaned up at Headquarters, caught a cab to Rafayel’s house and changed into some workout gear you keep in case you stay for a few days. You put your headphones on and blasted your “Badass Bitch” playlist in an attempt to drown out the bad vibes and moodiness. You turn up the speed on the treadmill before you are ready for the pace. You feel your legs shake with exhaustion, but keep pushing yourself.
“Shit!”
You stumble and grab onto the safety handles, bumping your phone and sending it to the floor with a clang. The song in your headphones abruptly stops and you throw your head back with a groan. Great, now your phone’s broken. Just what you needed. But instead, another song began playing. You instantly recognized which playlist it was from and let out a breathy laugh.
The sultry tone of a song from your “Hot & Steamy” playlist started. The lyrics about dirty thoughts and hands on bodies made your cheeks burn. Getting extra horny during your period wasn’t unusual but today you were so irritated, horny just wasn’t welcome to the party. Not that you could uninvite it now, you could tell by the sudden hypersensitivity of your nipples that “sexually frustrated” was your current state.
You yank the emergency cord and hop off the treadmill, scooping your phone off the floor. Your thumb hovers over the pause button. You’re about to change the playlist when you hear his laugh and his voice shout your name.
You turn to see Rafayel in the doorway and your stomach drops. He must have just rolled out of bed. Shit. His dusty purple tresses were fluffy and unkempt. His silk sleep pants hung low on his hips and he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Your clit throbs and you grit your teeth.
“Hey cutie, didn’t expect you to stop by today.”
You yank your headphones out and pause your playlist. He was so cute and being so nice and you just wanted to keep your mouth shut because you knew you’d say something mean. With how you are feeling, even his kind words would irritate you.
“You okay?”
He approaches you and extends a hand to touch your shoulder. You recoil and turn your back to him, walking to your duffel bag to tuck your phone inside.
“Fine. I’m fine. Just leaving.”
“Oooookay… You don’t have to go. We could order dinner?”
His voice was hesitant, but you could tell he was confused by your abrasive tone. He crosses his arms, never taking his eyes off of you. You zip up your bag and toss the strap over your shoulder.
“I don’t want dinner, I want to go home. I shouldn’t have come here in the first place.”
You brush past him. You were in full on pout-and-stomp mode and it was painfully obvious. You will deny it until your last breath after the day you’ve had. Rafayel scoffs and follows you out of the gym and up the stairs to the main floor.
“Okay, something’s up with you. Why are you upset?”
You turn on your heel and face him, your hands clenched at your side. Turning around was a mistake, you can’t help but look down and gawk at his bare torso. His abs, the mole on his chest, that chest you just want to bite… No STOP.
“I’m not upset.”
His smile turns into a smirk and he raises a brow. His eyes trail down your sweat slick body. Your workout shorts and bra are a little too tight with how bloated you’ve been all day. You’d hoped sweating would help with that, but now you just feel exposed. He tilts his head as he meets your eyes once more.
“Puhlease, like I can’t tell when you’re moody.”
You cross your arms and plaster a sarcastic smile on your face.
“Oh I’m moody now? Am I just too emotional for you, Rafayel? I deal with your moody ass everyday and you can’t deal with me for a single day? Is this a ‘can dish it out but can’t take it’ situation?”
Rafayel goes through a myriad of emotions, his expression changing every few seconds. He was surprised, confused, hurt, irritated and finally angry. He steps closer and crosses his arms, that signature pout finding its way to his face.
“I can ‘take it’ just fine, but at least when I am moody I have a reason to be. You’re yelling at me for what? What did I fucking do this time?”
Your chest hurt with how irrational this whole conversation was. You weren’t angry at him, you were angry with yourself - or rather, your body. Maybe you were a tiny bit angry with him, because he looked so damn sexy when he was angry. There’s a reason you liked picking fights with him. Usually he knew when you were picking a fight and would play along. But today, this was just ridiculous and you knew it.
“You have a ‘reason’ huh? What ‘reasons’ are those? It’s raining, you can’t find your paintbrush in the nightmare mess you never take time to clean up, or maybe Thomas is doing his job asking you to do yours?”
Low blow. You bit your tongue, too little too late. His eyes widened and he glared at you, the purple sparkle in his eyes darkening. He took a step toward you and you backed away, not letting your face reflect the slight panic you felt. You knew exactly what he was doing. You had a habit of running away during fights, to “cool off”, but this was a huge issue for Rafayel. So you made a deal with him, you told him to back you into a corner when an argument broke out. It would force you to be an adult and discuss the issue rather than run away because it was easier. As long as he gave you enough space to breathe, you wouldn't run away.
You wanted to turn and run for the door, but Rafayel had successfully backed you into a corner. You could crawl over the couch or shove him, but you knew better. He would just keep coming after you. You keep your arms crossed and lean against the wall. His cologne overwhelms your senses and you clench your thighs. He smells so fucking good.
He lifts his hands and places them on the walls beside your shoulders and you let out a breath. The darkness fades from Rafayel’s eyes as he scans your face and watches you breathe. He steps closer to you, your chest brushing against his making you shiver.
“Is this a real argument or not?”
You turn your head and look away, but his hand takes hold of your chin and he turns you to face him. His thumb brushes against your jaw as he settles his hand on the side of your neck. Your eyes drop to his lips, those plump rosy lips…
“Cause if this is a real argument we need to talk. But if it’s not, I need you to tell me what made you want to pick a fight.”
You roll your eyes and try to pull your face away from his hand. He doesn’t let you escape, instead he moves closer, pinning you to the wall. Your chest heaves and your heartbeat pounds against your ribcage. Your arms are still crossed, so they are pinned against your stomach.
“Please?”
His tone softens and you let out a sigh. You can feel your cheeks heating up, the flush spreading down your neck and chest.
“My period started on a mission today. I had blood all over myself in the office. Jenna sent me home early. And now I am cramping and horny and irritated.”
The words spill out of your mouth and you prepare yourself for part two of your argument because if he dares to smile, you are tearing into him. Instead he continues to stroke your jaw with his thumb. His other hand reaches up to take the strap of your duffel bag, he pulls it off your shoulder and drops it on the floor.
“I’m sorry.”
You feel a tear roll down your cheek and before you can stop it, you are letting out a strangled sob. Rafayel pulls you into a hug, one hand holding your head against his shoulder gently petting your hair. Your body shakes. You weren’t even that upset - more frustrated and disappointed but you couldn’t stop the thunderstorm in your head.
“I’m sorry I said those things, I didn’t… I am so frustrated and I just… I was…”
Rafayel shushes you, which you’d normally find annoying, but today you are grateful. You didn’t want to talk, talking made things worse. Or rather, you talking made things worse.
You feel Rafayel press a kiss to your temple and you finally push against him to pull your arms free to wrap around him. He holds you for who knows how long, his hand petting your hair or massaging your lower back. When you pull away from him, he holds your face, wiping your tears away with his thumbs.
“Let’s get you into a hot bath. Should help the cramping, yea?”
You nod weakly and let him guide you to the master bathroom. He motions for you to undress while he turns on the water in the large clawfoot tub by the bay window overlooking the ocean. The window is cracked so you can hear the crashing of the waves. The sun’s setting and the sky is painted a bright orange and red. The bathroom had a warm glow and you felt your shoulders relax.
As you peeled off your sweaty shorts, you suddenly felt very self-conscious. You had to remove your tampon and what if you leaked? You shuffle sideways to the toilet, worried Rafayel would turn around. Of course he does, he strolls to the sink and crouches to pull out the bath salts from the cabinet below. He faces you, his expression neutral.
“Ugh.. could you… umm… turn around?”
Rafayel squints and puts the salts on the counter to put his hands on his hips.
“Why?”
His tone was indignant, he kept his eyes trained on you. You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to cover your stomach. He approaches you now, his brow knitted together.
“I just... I have to… I have to remove my tampon and I… You know I can set up the bath myself.”
He lifts his hands to rub your arms. He smiles sweetly.
“Okay, go ahead. And I know you can, but if I’m joining you I should at least do my part.”
You mumble incoherently trying to argue, but you are silenced with a kiss. Rafayel holds your face, his lips pressed against yours slowly inching them apart. His tongue dips into your mouth and a moan slips past your lips. His tongue dances with yours and his hands dip to hold your neck, caressing your shoulders and then wrapping around your back to start unhooking your bra. You place your hands on his chest.
“I’m bleeding… we can’t…”
He lifts his pointer finger to your lips. He starts kissing your jaw, your neck, down your shoulder. Every point of contact makes you shudder.
“We can. You said you were feeling…”
He hums as he nips at your earlobe, making your moan louder than you expected.
“I can help with that. I want to make you feel good. Let me make you feel good.”
You stop pushing against him and he resumes unhooking your bra. He tugs the straps down your arms and drops your bra to the floor. Your sensitive nipples press against his chest and you feel your pussy clench. He lets you go and backs up, you lean towards him, chasing his warmth. He chuckles, holding you steady.
“Do what you need to do and I’ll finish getting the bath ready. Bubbles or no bubbles?”
You laugh and tug the hair tie out of your hair, letting your hair fall down your back.
“Do you have any more of the Cherry Blossom Oat Milk stuff? It smelled really good.”
Rafayel nods and crouches to get the bottle. You turn to face the toilet and take a deep breath before removing your underwear and tugging your tampon free. You wrap and toss the tampon in the small trash can by the toilet. You were bleeding heavier today, which explains the - wait, when did he put a trash can by the toilet?
“Raf?”
Rafayel sits on the edge of the tub, pouring a generous amount of bath milk and salts into the steaming water. He looks over to you.
“When did you put a trash can by the toilet?”
He returns his focus to the bath, dipping his arm in to swirl the water and make the bubbles foam. He rises to place the bottles by the sink.
“Well last month I noticed the trash can under the sink was pretty full with your… products? Is that the best word to use? Anyway, I kept thinking how uncomfortable it must be for you to have to bring it over here, open the cabinet, throw it away… I just thought it might help?”
Tears well up in your eyes. Rafayel can be silly and careless at times, but he can be the most thoughtful person too. It was such a small gesture, but it warmed your heart.
“It does, yea… thank you.”
His smile lit up the room, he was so proud of himself. You giggled before standing to walk to the tub. You usually took at least one bath during your period, opting for showers on the daily since it was faster. But when you could settle into a bath you never had any leakage, the water pressure gave you a blissful soak. But you had never shared a bath when you were on your period. You couldn’t deny the anxiety that was building in your chest.
“I can literally see you overthinking something. Spill it.”
Rafayel’s voice brings you back. You wrap your arms around yourself, shifting uncomfortably.
“I’ve never had a bath with someone when I’m… ya know…”
“So I’m your first? Kinky.”
You swat at his arm as he approaches. You didn’t even realize he had removed his sleep pants, his cock on full display now. You gasp and avert your eyes. Like you’ve never seen it before… You feel his hand on your back, he closes the distance between you to take your hand and help you into the tub. You step into the water, bubbles swirling around your legs. You slowly sink down and let the water surround you, the warmth instantly soothing your tight muscles. You shift to the center of the tub and Rafayel steps in behind you. He sits down and immediately wraps his arms around your waist to pull you to him. You rest your head against his chest and settle your arms along his legs.
You close your eyes and try your best to relax, but you can feel the rigidity of your shoulders. You let out a frustrated sigh, your eyes flying open to stare at the ceiling. You feel Rafayel’s chest rumble with laughter against your back. His hands lower and he begins massaging your lower stomach, initially causing you to twitch. He kisses your temple and whispers soothingly into your ear.
“I have you, beautiful. Just breathe.”
You close your eyes again and take a deep breath through your nose. His hands melt away the tension and the cramps slowly fade. As your breathing steadies, your senses come to life. The cherry blossom bubble bath, the sea breeze just outside the window, the intoxicating scent of Rafayel’s cologne, his chest pressed against your back slowly rising and falling, his heartbeat syncing with yours. You run your hands down his arms. He lowers his head to place soft kisses to your neck.
This quiet moment, safe in Rafayel’s arms, stirs up a tidal wave of emotions. Your period always makes you more reflective. He fights with you when you need tension. He holds you when you need comfort. He kisses you when you need passion. He fucks you when you need, well, to feel everything at once.
Just thinking about his body tangled with yours makes your clit throb and your heartbeat quickens. Rafayel feels it and his kisses become more intense. He sucks at the skin under your ear and whispers your name in that voice that makes your knees weak.
His hands drift lower and he rubs the inside of your thighs, carefully spreading them open. He takes his time rubbing your lower stomach and thighs, making sure you are relaxed.
“Rafayel, I –”
He shushes you again. Your anxiety swirls, but as soon as his fingers find your swollen clit every muscle in your body unravels. You let out a shaky breath and lift your hands out of the water to grip the sides of the tub. He continues tracing circles, every nerve sparking, your thighs drifting further apart as your pussy clenches around nothing.
His fingers finally reach down to dip into your needy pussy. You let out a quiet yelp, not used to the sensation. Your pussy is tender, raw, bloody, but so so sensitive. His fingers slide in with ease, he drags them in and out while his palm rubs against your clit. His other hand cups your breast and he rolls your nipple between his fingers. Your back arches and a moan echoes through the bathroom.
“My beautiful girl...”
You turn your head to look at him, he rests his forehead against yours. You bring your hand to the side of his face, his fingers pumping faster making your stomach twist. Your brain is reeling, emotions clouding your judgement. His lips lock onto yours and you sigh, opening your mouth inviting him to go deeper.
You can’t stop your hips from rolling forward against his hand. His movements slow when he feels your pussy clench around his fingers. He reluctantly breaks the kiss and nudges your cheek with his nose.
“Do you want more?”
You feel something snap inside of you, desperation isn’t the right word to describe how badly you need him. You pull his hands away from you and sit up in the tub suddenly, causing water to splash out onto the tile floor. Rafayel looks at you, his brows raised in confusion. You turn and sit up on your knees, your hands reaching around Rafayel to hold onto the edge of the tub behind his head. His expression shifts from confusion to recognition, a sly smile tugging at his lips. He rests his elbows on the edge of the tub allowing you to position yourself however you like.
You straddle him, your thighs squeeze between the tub and his hips. You feel his cock press against your stomach and you groan. Rafayel’s hands finally move and settle on your hips, pulling you closer to him. Your body falls forward, your chest pressing against his. He runs his hands up and down your back, his eyes scan your face searching for any sign of discomfort.
“Raf…”
A mix of embarrassment and desire stops you. Your cheeks flush and your knuckles turn white from gripping the edge of the tub so tightly. You turn to hide your face, but Rafayel’s hand catches your chin.
“Close your eyes.”
You look at him, dumbfounded by his request, but you do as you’re told. With your eyes closed you focus on your breathing, enjoying the sweet scent of the air. You feel his hands rub your hips, gently lifting you to sit up on your knees fully. His lips brush across your chest, nipping at your collarbone and dipping to capture a nipple. He sucks softly, running his tongue over the sensitive peak.
His fingers continue to stroke you, dragging a finger from your pussy to your clit and back. You rest your cheek against his head, squeezing your eyes shut. You want to look, to see his lips around your nipple, his fingers exploring your pussy. But you keep them closed, for now.
You feel the tip of his cock press against your entrance and you gasp. Rafayel releases your nipple and reaches up to grab the nape of your neck, pulling you into a kiss. He kisses you like he’s drowning and you’re the oxygen he is so desperate for. You start to lower your hips, enjoying the pressure and gentle stretch as you take him inch by inch.
You feel his legs lift, his knees bend and your body shifts forcing him to fully sink into you. You throw your head back and moan his name, he places open mouth kisses down your neck grunting as he moves you with his legs. He drops his hands to your hips again and lifts you before dropping you down again.
Your eyes fly open and you look down to where your bodies are joined. But before you can fully see Rafayel wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer. Your cheek is pressed against his, his warm breath tickling your ear. He returns his hands to your hips and guides them to grind against him.
“I said… close your eyes…”
“But…”
“No arguing. Pick a fight with me later… right now…”
He guides your arms around his shoulders to drape over the edge of the tub, his face tucked into the crook of your neck. His hips start pulsing upwards before he lifts your hips to grind and drop, over and over and over…
“You’re going to cum… as many times as you want…”
You close your eyes and grab onto your elbows, locking Rafayel’s head in place. You press your lips against his ear and moan his name. You feel his cock twitch inside you and his hips jerk, driving himself deeper. His fingertips dig into your hips as he lifts you.
“There you go.”
His voice makes your heart flutter, somehow he has mastered the perfect combination of sexy and smooth. You might fight for control over silly things, but in the bedroom it’s just natural and you never fight for dominance. Sometimes you’re in control, sometimes he is. And tonight, you needed him to talk you through it and fuck the moodiness right out of you.
He grabs your ass and shifts your hips, flattening your stomach against his, the new angle driving his cock right into that spot that leaves you gasping for air. You lift a hand to grab a fistful of his hair and press his mouth into your shoulder. He takes advantage of this and marks the skin of your shoulder and neck to filth. You’ll have to wear a scarf for a week with how harshly he sucks and nibbles at your skin. You start rocking your hips, matching his pace, the bath water sloshing back and forth, some splashing over the edge.
His fingers find your clit and your hips stall, the pressure was just right and you could feel your pussy clench tight. Rafayel feels it too, he presses his forehead against your shoulder now, steadying himself.
“That’s it, my treasure, give it to me. Come on, let go.”
He pinches your clit and you scream his name. Your hands fly out to grip the sides of the tub as you lift yourself off of him only to slam back down, feeling as if you’re splitting yourself in half on his cock. With you taking over the movements, Rafayel lifts his other hand to squeeze your breast and lifts it to his mouth to suckle your tender nipple. His moans vibrate across your chest and push you right over the edge.
You feel yourself fall apart, thighs shaking, clit throbbing, tits bouncing, hands aching as they grip the slick porcelain. You don’t stop bouncing, trying to prolong this bliss for as long as you can. You let your head fall back as you whimper Rafayel’s name like a prayer. He releases your nipple with a wet pop before setting his head back against the edge of the tub.
The warmth of his release takes you by surprise, you can’t help but grind harder as you listen to him whine and grunt. You finally look down at him, strands of his hair stick to his forehead, his cheeks rosy, his lips swollen, his eyes closed - he looks so pretty when he cums. His bliss makes you cum again, you didn’t even realize how quickly you had spiraled. The suddenness of your second orgasm knocks the wind out of you and you collapse onto Rafayel. He opens his eyes and steadies you, forcing his hips to move despite being overstimulated.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful, you ride me so well. My beautiful girl…”
You feel tears stream down your face and you gasp. You wrap your arms around Rafayel so tightly you feel his body shake as he laughs softly.
“I’m not going anywhere, I have you. That’s it.”
And you stay like that for a while. Even after the highs of your orgasms fade. You hold onto him, his hands rubbing your back, his cock still buried inside you. When you finally lean back, he kisses your nose and smiles.
“Let’s hop in the shower, yea? Then I’ll make us dinner.”
Your mind starts to clear and you glance down at the water. The pink tint is too dark to be the bubble bath. Your eyes widen in horror and you feel your emotions start to bubble over. Rafayel catches on quickly and reaches for the towel hanging on the rack next to the tub. He covers your face with it, you wince and grab onto his wrists.
“What are you doing?!”
“Don’t look.”
You tug the towel away from your face and look down at him.
“I’m sorry I made such a –”
Before you can finish your statement, the towel is being forced back over your face.
“Nope, nah, not allowed, can’t hear you, la la la la la!”
You grumble into the towel and slap at his chest. You giggle despite your embarrassment.
“Rafayel!”
“I’m going to help you get in the shower. I’ll drain the tub and join you in a second. No arguments, remember?”
“Fine, but I can’t breathe!”
He pulls the towel away and you gasp for air. He lifts a hand to cover your eyes, letting you catch your breath before he wraps an arm around you and lifts you. He helps you stand and step carefully out of the tub. You trudge across the bathroom to the shower and feel the warm water cascade down your back. Rafayel removes his hand and kisses your cheek. You watch him walk back to the tub. You don’t focus on the tub - you couldn’t if you wanted to with his ass right fucking there.
He joins you and helps you wash your hair, running his fingers through and massaging your scalp. You lean back against him and enjoy his tender touches as he washes you. You return the favor and laugh as he complains about shampoo dripping down his face. He wraps a towel around you and leaves for a minute to find one of your sleep sets. After you both are dressed, you join him in the kitchen while he cooks. You eat a giant bowl of shrimp fried rice and curl up on the couch with Rafayel to watch your comfort movie.
You lie on top of Rafayel, your head on his chest, a blanket tucked around you both. Your eyelids feel heavy, but you can’t fall asleep yet. You look up at him, his face highlighted by the glow of the moon. He feels your movement and looks down to meet your gaze.
“What’s wrong?”
You smile and rub your hand up his chest to caress his cheek. You take a deep breath, letting the air empty from your lungs slowly. He nuzzles into your hand, placing a kiss on your palm.
“Nothing. I… Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For tonight.”
He chuckles and leans forward to place a kiss to the crown of your head.
“You don’t have to thank me for that. I should be thanking you!”
You press your face into his chest and giggle. This man.
“I hate you.”
“Liar, you love me.”
You close your eyes and feel the steady rise and fall of Rafayel’s chest, his heartbeat lulling you to sleep. The faintest hint of cherry blossoms drifts through the air.
“I do. I really do.”
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AN: For the Rafayel girlies who love to argue with our pouty fish. And who feel self-conscious, intensely frustrated & in need of the sweetest words of encouragement during that time of the month. Thanks for reading! (Also, please use protection if you engage in sex on your period! Safety for your partner is a priority!!)
Synopsis: You just need a little more time with him, you don’t want him to go. Sylus once said actions are more sincere. It’s time to act, no more games.
AN: This is my interpretation of Sylus’s Night of Secrecy memory.
You couldn’t hide your smirk as you slid the final part into place on the gun. You shift on the carpet and turn to face Sylus, pressing the muzzle under Sylus’s chin. His eyes narrow and raises his hands in defeat. He lets out a breathy chuckle, tilting his chin to look at you.
“And I lost. Go ahead. Ask your question.”
You’re suddenly aware of how warm the room is. The fireplace crackles and pops, providing the only light in the large sitting room. Sylus’s features are shrouded in shadow, his skin looks warm and soft. You weren’t exactly sure what you wanted to do, you just wanted to spend more time with him. You weren’t ready for him to go. Just a little more time.
As you stare into Sylus’s eyes, you feel your stomach tighten. You decided to trust your instincts, not entirely sure if it was a good idea or not. You lower the gun, check the safety is on and place it on the floor before locking eyes with him again.
“I’m sleepy.”
“Uh…”
His confusion mirrors your own. You felt your cheeks burn and you hope he can’t tell in the low lighting. The past few months have flown by, you remember meeting Sylus and how much you initially hated him. But over time, you’d seen a side of him that made your heart pound and butterflies flutter in your stomach. You knew what you wanted. Sylus’s words echo in your mind.
I believe sincerity is not having to beat around the bush or play any games.
You had played your game and now, you felt guilty. You swallow your anxiety and square your shoulders.
“Can you… tuck me in?”
Sylus raises a brow and leans forward. His eyes scan your face, like he’s trying to figure something out.
“I thought a certain relentless hunter would ask about my destination.”
You cross your arms and pout dramatically.
“I care more about the present than an answer I can’t get. So… Are you doing it or not?”
“Of course, kitten.”
That damn smirk is back and you can’t stop staring at his mouth. He stands before leaning down to pick you up. You wrap your arms around his neck as he tucks an arm under your legs. He swiftly picks up your heels, which were discarded next to the couch. He looks down at you as he makes his way out of the sitting room and towards the stairs.
“This request is way more powerful than that little gun.”
You feel your heart pounding in your chest, your brain feels fuzzy. You try to keep your hands still and not give in to the temptation to drag your hand down his exposed chest. He had undone his tie and unbuttoned his shirt shortly after getting home, intending to change but you challenged him to your little game. It was like you were being punished for messing with him. He had just sat there, his torso on display for you.
You kept your eyes on his face, trying to ignore the delicious firmness of his abdomen against your hip. He looks down at you, his eyes look… gentle? The smirk from downstairs was gone, replaced with a soft smile. You hear a clatter and glance over his shoulder to see your shoes discarded on the floor. His arm circling around your waist, his hand resting on your hip.
He enters the bedroom and strides to the couch next to the window. The snow was building up rather quickly, a thin sheet of white covering the lawn outside. He stops at the couch and waits for you to let go so he can set you down. But that all too familiar twinge of panic settles over you, keep him close.
“If you don’t want to lie down, I can keep holding you until I leave.”
Another memory flashes in your mind. The small yurt in the grasslands, the bed you shared with him, his strong arms wrapped around you keeping you warm.
Sincerity really is the best.
“What if I don’t want you to leave…?”
Sylus holds your gaze. You move your hand slowly and rest your palm against the side of his neck. His heart beat is rapid and his skin feels warmer than before.
“Then.. we better make the most of our time before dawn.”
He leans down, forcing you to set your feet on the floor. He stands before you, you barely realize your hand is still resting on his chest. God, you want this. You don’t want to lose your nerve.
You push him down onto the couch, he grunts, a brief expression of surprise gracing his face. You settle your knee between his legs. You press your hand against his chest again, your fingers itching to explore. He tilts his head forward and looks at you, his eyes urging you to continue.
Actions do speak louder than words. And more sincere.
He’s right. You’ve tried to find the right words for the past three days and they always get lost between your brain and your mouth. It’s time to stop thinking so damn much.
You caress his face, slipping your hand behind his neck. His reaction to your touch tells you everything you need to know. His shaky breath and the corner of his mouth curling upwards - his excitement palpable. You pull him to you and the moment your lips touch, your mind clears. His kiss is exactly like you imagined it to be. The kiss is needy and rapid, he moves like he is intoxicated. You wrap your arm around his neck, feeling his chest graze yours sets your skin ablaze again.
You bring your other knee down and straddle his leg, inching yourself closer to him. He places a hand on the back of your thigh and pulls you to him. Your bodies collide, your knee finally presses against his groin and your breath catches. He was so fucking hard. His hand trails up to your ass and he holds you close.
He pulls back for only a moment, his breathing unsteady and his eyes hazy.
“You really don’t want me to leave?”
He leans forward once again to capture your lips. His hands start to explore your back, his fingers sending chills over your exposed skin. You roll your hips, desperate for more. He moans into your mouth, his tongue finally tracing your lips requesting entrance - you immediately oblige. His hands drift down to your waist and he lifts you, allowing you to shift and properly straddle him.
You hold his shoulders in an attempt to steady yourself, but your thighs are already burning and you just want to sit down. But if you do that, he will undoubtedly feel how wet you are. Your panties soaked and your lace shorts wouldn’t serve as much of a barrier. You needed to change positions, you wanted to feel his body on top of you. You mumble into his mouth, your words lost amongst the messy kisses. Sylus opens his eyes and meets yours.
“Sylus, over there…”
Your head tilts towards the bed. He tucks his hands under your ass and lifts you up, your legs wrapping around him in an instant. His leg hits the bed and he sinks his knee into the mattress, slowly lowering you down onto your back, his lips never leaving yours.
As you settle on the bed, he pulls back to look at you. His cheeks flushed and his lips puffy. You reach up to lock your fingers behind his neck to pull him down. He holds back and that smug smile returns. His fingers caress your cheek and for a moment it’s like you are meeting him for the first time. But instead of cowering, you are holding on for dear life, never wanting to let go.
“Looks like we’re on the same page when it comes to not wanting to waste time.”
You try to control your breathing, but staring at him doesn’t help. You try to look away, but his hand catches your chin. He takes hold of your face, keeping you in place.
“Stay focused, kitten.”
He covers your eyes with his other hand.
“Don’t look.”
With your eyes covered, your other senses buzz to life. He starts kissing you again, his open mouth kisses leaving you even more breathless. He lets his tongue dip out and trace your lips before placing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. You finally allow yourself to moan, softly at first to test the waters. You feel his hips lower and he grinds against you. His response was more than you could have hoped for. Just the thought of him being so turned on by the sounds you make is almost enough to send you over the edge.
All you can hear are your combined breathy moans and the pounding of your heart in your ears. He glides his hand down your arm and threads his fingers with yours. His thumb gently rubbing your palm.
When he finally removes his hand from over your eyes, you want to giggle at his love drunk expression. You’re not even sure he can still see you through the haze. You reach up and touch his cheek, his warmth seeping into your fingertips.
“Am I being too greedy… if I ask you to keep your eyes only on me?”
As you pull away, he grabs your hand.
“You always had that right.”
He places a chaste kiss on your wrist.
“Which means…”
He leans down and places kisses along your neck and collarbone. You feel his lips drag across your skin and you clench your fists, grabbing a fistful of the comforter beneath you. Your moans are much louder now. His lips are so soft, and every time they make contact you feel your clit throb.
“You can be even greedier.”
He hovers just over your breast, he lets his lips press down gently, kissing your nipple through your top. You feel a burst of pleasure. You wanted nothing more than for his lips to explore every inch of your body.
He rises, reaching down to lift your leg beside him. His hand strokes your thigh before he bends to place a kiss on your knee. When his eyes meet yours again, the intensity behind his gaze overwhelms your senses.
“Do you want it, kitten?”
You take a moment and let your eyes roam. His silver necklace dangles from his neck, sweat has started to drip down his chest, his abs look tight - like he is tensing, awaiting your answer. And then you see how his pants have become much too tight, his erection threatening to break through the confines at any moment. There was only one answer to his question and you didn’t have to think.
“Yes.”
His smile vanishes as he leans in, hungry for more. The answer is yes, but you didn’t want him to think you could be tossed around like a ragdoll. Well, you wouldn’t mind that, but you didn’t want to feel powerless. You know what you like and what you want him to do to you. And what you want to do to him.
You reach your hand up and place it firmly against his chest stopping him in his tracks. He grunts, his brows knit together and his eyes light up with panic. He regains his composure and slowly lowers his hand under your knee, pulling you downwards. You feel your tits bounce at the sudden movement.
“You haven’t changed your mind, have you?”
He bends your knee once more, bringing your thigh up to his mouth. He kisses your inner thigh right by your knee. The thought of his kisses trailing down your thigh until he sinks his face into your soaked pussy…
“You just said ‘yes’?”
His voice is needy and broken with his gasps for air.
“I’m hoping yes is still your answer because…”
He releases your thigh and slowly lowers himself on top of you. Your thighs spread open and he presses his erection against your center. He lowers to his elbows, tucks a hand under your waist and holds your face with the other.
“I just can’t hold back anymore.”
He traces your lips with his thumb before diving back in. His kisses seem more desperate now, he doesn’t wait for either of you to catch your breath. He nips at your lower lip and his intensity grows with every shift of your hips or moan echoing from your throat.
You start to feel dizzy. And not the fun kind of dizzy, the “I might pass out” kind.
“Sylus… I can’t breathe…”
You finally push Sylus away and try to catch your breath. You feel a strand of hair fall against your forehead, you try to blow it away, but it stays put. Sylus brushes it aside, tucking it behind your ear.
He holds your chin, forcing you to look at him. He looks down at you and, while you’re completely clothed, you feel exposed. He can feel your body shiver, your nipples hard and needy beneath your blouse. He’s reading you like a book. He nuzzles his face into your neck. He sinks his teeth into the tender flesh above your collarbone. He’s fucking biting you. And god, it felt incredible. You can’t suppress a moan, but quickly clear your throat and try to be angry.
“Hey, no biting here.”
He sighs.
“First you want it rough, now you want it soft… You’re a tough one to please tonight, kitten.”
He slides a hand behind your neck and soothes the sensitive skin with tender kisses. He pulls back, lifting his chest away from yours and looks down at you, his eyes glowing in the dim light.
“What do you really want? Won’t you be honest and tell me like you just did?”
You let your hands glide down his chest, digging your nails in as you pass over his nipples and down to his abs. You feel him shudder, here’s your chance.
“... I’m not falling for your tricks.”
You push his shoulder hard, he tips and you hook your leg, rolling him over. The change in positions allows you to finally take a deep breath. You plant your hands on his chest as you take in his shocked expression. You rarely catch him off guard, it’s a treat really.
“I told you that a hunter doesn’t like being passive.”
His eyes narrow and he nods slowly. His hands wrap around your waist and he traces the zipper of your top. He tugs gently at the zipper tab, just enough to send the message.
“So, you want control.” His voice was raspy and so damn sexy.
Your new position was supposed to help you get more air, but with Sylus fiddling with your top, your chest heaves. You close your eyes and run your hands down his chest again, feeling the goosebumps rise across his skin under your fingertips.
“Unfortunately, I can’t give it to you. Not yet, at least.”
He finally pulls the tab further down, the buzz of the teeth separating fills the room. Your top loosens and you feel his hand press against your newly exposed skin. He hesitates, giving you a moment to stop him. Instead, you pull the straps down and pull your top away, tossing it to the floor behind you.
His hands slide up your back unhindered before gliding his hand around to cup your breast. The feeling of his palm on the underside of your tit makes you shiver. His thumb flicks over your nipple and you moan, throwing your head back.
Your body is on fire as his hands explore your breasts, squeezing and tugging until you grab his wrists. He tucks his hands under your ass and lifts you, he sits up against the headboard. He wraps an arm around your waist while his other hand squeezes your breast, lifting it to his mouth. He rolls his tongue over the hardened peak before closing his lips around it. He holds your nipple between his teeth, not biting, but the pressure is enough to make you rock your hips against him.
He releases your breast, his mouth moving to the other as he sinks his hand down the back of your shorts. He squeezes your ass while he suckles your breast, he’s painfully slow in his movements.
You try to lean back, the teasing becoming torturous.
“... Don’t run.”
“You’re… so annoying…” Your voice barely above a whisper.
“I won’t deny it. I guess you can say I lied. Tonight, you’re not the only one feeling greedy…”
He picks you up, his hands under your thighs and you reach around his neck instinctively. He leans forward quickly and your back meets the bed again. His head dips down and he places kisses down your chest, kissing each nipple before continuing down your stomach.
“And I won’t be leaving until this greed is completely satisfied.”
He reaches the waistband of your shorts and traces it with his finger. He hesitates.
“Ah, I misspoke.”
You look down at him and watch him crawl over you until you’re face-to-face.
“What…?”
He stares into your eyes, lifting a hand to gently hold your cheek.
“Greed can never be satisfied…”
He picks up your hand and places it against his chest. You feel his rapid heart beat.
“But you can temporarily soothe it.”
His voice is calm, but the storm behind his eyes tugs at your heartstrings. He needs to know that you want him as much as he wants you.
“Say it again. Do you want it?”
You run your fingers through his damp hair. He closes his eyes and leans into your touch. You reach up and lock your fingers behind his neck, pulling him to you. You kiss him sweetly. He lets out a breath, as if he’d been holding it this whole time. You press your forehead to his.
“This is my answer.”
Sylus doesn’t hesitate to capture your lips once more. His hands move urgently to knead your breasts. You grab hold of his shirt and push it over his shoulders, he tugs the shirt loose and tosses it aside. Your hands explore his body, the definition of his abs, the curve of his chest, the deep V leading to the waistband of his pants.
He hooks his fingers and tugs your shorts and underwear down in one motion. The sudden burst of air against your core makes you moan loudly. You felt his fingers slide across your pussy, stopping at your clit to pinch and tug. You arch your back off the bed and cry out.
“Sy…!”
You hear a deep chuckle as the bed dips and you feel your legs being pushed apart. You look down in time to see his face dig into you. His nose rubs against your clit while his tongue presses into your entrance. He works slowly, reveling in your body reacting to every flick of his tongue.
He shifts his mouth and sucks in your clit. You feel your hips twitch and you grind against his face. A deep moan of approval vibrates against your clit and your hands fly down to grip Sylus’s hair. Your tugs only earn you more groans and vibrations leaving you shaking. His finger circles your entrance and you buck your hips again.
“Sylus fuck…!”
You can feel him smile against your pussy. He wastes no time and presses in two fingers until his palm is flat against you. He curls them slowly and he strokes a spot that makes you see stars almost immediately.
You’re shamelessly riding his hand now, your hips bucking every time he hits that spot. You feel tears pool and spill over. Your orgasm builds rapidly. You tug on Sylus’s hair once more, harder this time. He groans and pulls back just enough, his words muffled.
“Come for me, beautiful.”
You hold your breath, calling on your remaining willpower to make this request.
“No, Sylus… I want… I need –”
His movements slow and he lifts his head to look at you, his fingers still pumping in and out slowly. You wiggle your hips away from his agile fingers, but Sylus grabs your hip, pressing you into the mattress to keep you still.
“Tell me what you desire.” His voice is smooth as silk.
“I want you… inside me... Please Sylus...”
Sylus smiles, your arousal coats his chin and he licks his lips savoring your taste. He leans down to kiss you, slowly and purposefully. You taste yourself and whimper. He removes his fingers and runs his hands up your thighs.
“So direct.”
He reaches down to pull at his belt. You reach down to help him and he chuckles, placing his hand back on the bed to let you handle it. He rests his forehead against yours.
“I’ll give you anything you want, sweetie. Everything I have is yours.”
You unbutton his pants and slide down the zipper, your hands shaking as your mind reels from his words. You meet his gaze as your hand slides down the front of his boxers. You wrap your hand around the base of his cock and firmly drift your hand up and down. His mouth falls open and he gasps quietly.
“All I want is you.”
You feel lighter, like this secret you’d been keeping was weighing you down. And for what? You had finally let your guard down, you didn’t need it when you were with him. Not anymore. He was what you wanted, he made you feel safe, seen, beautiful, happy.
Hearing your words stirred something in him. He looks down at you, his eyes glistening. The smile on his face is radiant and you trace it with your thumb, wanting to always remember this moment.
He pulls your hand from his boxers before standing briefly to remove his pants and boxers completely. How he felt didn’t do him justice, he was going to fill you and then some. He chuckles, he must have seen your eyes widen. He crawls back onto the bed and hovers over you, leaning down to kiss your forehead.
“Don’t be afraid, kitten. I have you. I won’t hurt you.”
You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down, his chest presses against you and you sigh at how perfect his skin feels against yours. One of his hands dips down and starts tracing languid circles around your clit. You kiss him hard, feeling his presence everywhere.
He rolls you over to your side and guides your leg over his hip. His arm under you wrapping around your shoulder to keep you close. You hold his cheek before raking your fingers through his hair.
You finally feel the head of his cock press against your entrance and you shudder. He reaches down, angles himself and then tucks his hand under your knee, lifting your leg higher. He starts to press into you and you have to break the kiss to groan in response. He takes his time, letting you adjust and stretch. He waits for you to push your hips forward, begging for more of him, before he continues. You grab a fistful of his hair and dig your nails into his back.
“Are you ready? Tell me…”
His muffled words bring you back. You let out a breathy laugh and bury your face in his neck.
“Yes, Sy… all of you.”
He bucks his hips one last time and buries himself fully. You scream his name, completely overwhelmed. He strokes your hip and cradles your head. He kisses you slowly as he pulls out and rams back into you. You moan into his mouth, incoherent words tumble from your lips.
“You’re so… perfect, so… so beautiful…”
His words are broken, his pace quickening with every syllable. You start to match his movements, feeling him deeper and deeper with every thrust. He rolls you on your back once more and you wrap your legs around his waist, locking your heels. His lips trail down your neck to your chest, his pace never faltering.
“Feels so – ngh – you feel so good Sy… oh god…”
His moans start to sound like whimpers as he takes in your praises. You want to hear him and feel him and hold him, always. Your muscles clench and you feel the pressure building, Sylus can feel it too, your walls fluttering around him bringing him close to the brink as well. He starts to thrust faster, his hands finding your breasts again to pinch and tug at your swollen nipples.
Your thighs burn from how tightly you’re holding onto him and pulling yourself upwards. Every nerve is on fire and your lungs burn with how hard you are breathing. His pace starts to become erratic, his hips stuttering.
“Come for me, Sy. Come in me…”
He holds his breath, trying to slow down and hold off, but you’re not letting him. You realize he wanted control, but really he never had it. Not completely. His pleasure is directly linked to your own. And he wants to give you everything you desire. Right now, all you desire is feeling his release deep inside you. He’s already made his way into your heart and now…
That’s when it hits you. You place kisses along his jaw and down his neck. You sink your teeth into his skin and the way he moans your name sends you right over the edge. You release his neck and throw your head back, chanting his name louder and louder. Your climax gushes across his abdomen and thighs, soaking the sheets beneath you.
“Fuck fuck fuck…”
Sylus tries to continue his movements, but once he sees the intensity of your release he can’t hold back. You feel the warmth of his cum and nearly cry out with how full you feel. His cock buried deep inside you, his cum filling you to the brim, his voice singing your name, his lips peppering your face and neck with open mouth kisses.
He slowly pulls out and you unhook your legs, you fall to the bed and your legs tremble. Sylus rubs your hips, massaging them carefully. Your breathing steadies and you force your eyes open. Sylus hovers above you, he looks at you with so much admiration and joy, his hair slicked back with sweat, his neck bearing the mark you left. You reach up to hold his face, stroking his cheeks softly.
“My beloved…” You whisper.
Sylus collapses on top of you, burying his face in your neck, smothering you with a thousand kisses. You wrap your arms around him and hold him close. You’ve never felt so at peace.
You desperately want more, but your mind is drifting. Sylus senses your exhaustion, he rolls off of you, sits up to grab the blanket from the bottom of the bed, covers you both and drapes an arm over your waist. You roll on your side and lean back, letting him pull you to him until your back is flat against his chest. You lift your head and Sylus slips his arm under, letting you use his arm as a pillow. You let out a deep contented sigh.
With Sylus holding you close, his steady breaths fanning your ear, his heart beat putting you at ease, it doesn’t take long for you to fall into a dreamless sleep. You wonder if you’ll ever dream again? What’s left to dream of? You have everything you could possibly dream of right here.
AN (part 2): I want to note a few things real quick. Even with their dialogue about control, I feel like it was less about who dominates and more about love making. I also FIRMLY believe MC has a TON of control. In my opinion, Sylus enjoys dominance in the act, but not necessarily in the relationship. He will do anything she desires. Thank you for reading!! :)
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"It's okay," he slurs over and over as you roll against him. "S'okay. Gege's got you."
You're tangled around each other, skin to skin. With his arm wrapped around your shoulders and your leg draped over his waist, it's hardly possible to be closer.
That doesn't stop him trying.
The tips of his fingers brush over your cunt over and over as he palms your ass like he might be able to drag you tighter against him, aiding your rolling hips.
His hums sound like soothing answers to the desperate little sounds you make into his mouth. He's all-consuming, indulgent, relentless. The sloppy lazy cadence of it might put you to sleep if you weren't so desperate to feel him inside you.
He'd never been inside.
So when he slips his aching cock up against your exposed cunt and holds it there as you grind against each other, your heart practically beats out of your chest.
The hot length of him slips over your soppy cunt over and over as eager anticipation sends shivers through your whole body.
"S'okay," he slurs again as you tremble in his arms. "This is what it's made for, mm?" He rolls his hips in one long glide as he presses his hard length firmly against you, coating himself in your slick. "Made for this. Gege's cock was made for this pretty pussy." He bites your lip gently. "Gege is just for you."
Seemingly satisfied with your responding mewl, he applies a little more pressure to the underside of his tip as you continue rolling into him. Gently, in a way that almost seems accidental, he guides himself to dip inside your entrance as his hot breath tickles your lips.
You freeze.
"Just there," he breathes.
Then, he watches your face with rapt attention as he rolls his hips to meet you—sinking into your wet heat with a broken groan. There's a pause afterwards, a mutual indulgence in the delicious release of tension built over years and years as you clench rhythmically around him.
He's the first to break it.
His eyes stay locked on yours as he grips you firmly, fingers digging into soft skin, and tugs you onto his cock with each undulation of his hips. It's a sensual, languid claiming, following a kind of lazy cadence to mirror the way he'd kissed you.
But when you close the tiny space between your mouths and whisper "I love you" against his sodden lips, he whimpers. It's followed shortly after by a full body tremor.
It's different after that.
He wraps his arms tight around you, buries his face in your shoulder, and begins surging up into you—rasping breaths tickling your skin as he gives himself over to long-repressed hunger.
I will take this, because that’s about to be some freak nasty shit. I won’t be able to walk. I probably won’t be in control of my body for a while. I will probably be bedridden for a few days, but it’s okay.
Zayne punished you and Sylus the night before because he caught the two of you in the bathroom. Yk, like you told Zayne you were helping Sy shave and well… it doesn’t take 45 minutes to shave someone’s face now does it?
Sylus, still a little frustrated by the punishment, decides to get Zayne back. Restraining him with his evol, hands behind his back, while he makes Zayne cock warm him and you get to take your sweet time playing with Zayne’s leaky cock while he’s stuffed so full of Sy :)
HELLO?!?!?
This is an evil punishment because you’re SO happy to tease Zayne with your mouth, despite how much he swears to get you back for edging him over and over. And it’s worsened by Sylus constantly running his hands over him, and whispering absolute FILTH in his ear
sylus x reader
fluff, suggestive? not really
wc. 313
"Sy, you can see other people's desires, right?"
"Mm. Something like that."
Sylus mumbles a reply as he lounges in the sofa next to you, flipping his book. With a huff, you climb on his lap and make yourself comfortable, ignoring the fact that you're now obstructing his view. He lets you encroach his space as he huffs out a soft laugh himself.
"So, like..." You start, feeling shy all of a sudden. "If there's something I wanna try.... in the bedroom..." That finally gets his full attention. He closes his book and raises a brow at you, urging you to continue.
Your bottom lip juts out in a pout, annoyed that he's making you say it. "You know... if... there's something I wanna try... you'd be able to read my mind?"
"We've had sex multiple times, kitten. You're still shy about it?" He teases.
"Sylus!" You smack his chest in retaliation. He rolls his eyes. "Just answer the question, please."
Sylus takes your hand on his chest and brings it to his lips. "Yes, sweetie. I can." He chuckles when you perk up, before he continues, "But for you, I won't."
"What? Why not?!"
"Because," he kisses your cheek, "if there's something you truly want from me," then your forehead, "I would much rather hear you ask for it."
"O-oh. I just... wh- don't laugh, you jerk!"
"I'm not." He wraps you in his arms for a hug, clearly stifling a giggle on your neck. "You just look..." Then, he pulls away to look at you with a content sigh. "Adorable."
You don't even know what face you're making but you can't find yourself to care, not when Sylus looks at you like you're his most beloved treasure (and you are). Your eyes dart away, feeling butterflies in your stomach, even as you continue to pout at him.
“Do you remember the first time we had sex?” [Crack/Smut]
It was nearing two in the morning, you simply couldn't sleep. Sylus knew that, of course, so he was up beside you. Lamp still on, book in hand, wire rim glasses sitting low on the bridge of his nose. “Is the sky blue, sweetie?” He didn’t bother looking away from his page, but the question certainly earned a quirk of his too pretty lips.
“No, I mean like… do you remember all the details?” You roll onto your side, dropping your phone and propping yourself on your closed fist. You weren’t even sure why your first time with Sylus had entered your mind, but now you simply couldn’t rest if you didn’t know the answer. This time, he dropped the book to his lap, head turning to peer down at you with one brow perfectly raised. “I mean, of course?”
“Like?” You blink at him, waiting for some sort of example and Sylus can’t stop the bewildered laugh that rattled his chest. “Like? You want me to describe our first time from memory?” His book is completely forgotten now, you have his full undivided attention. “Yeah, I wanna compare notes, see if we remember it the same way.”
Your grin is wicked despite your eyes shining with innocence, he can’t help but feel as if he’s fallen into your trap… oh well. Too late now, right?
“You came on to me first, after I carried you up to the bedroom. You pushed me down onto the couch and then straddled my lap. You initiated our first kiss.” You felt heat sink low, a vivid memory of Sylus’ flushed cheeks and surprised expression when his back had hit the couch flashing in your mind.
“I remember you waiting so patiently for me to initiate that kiss, even struggling to keep your hands from moving up to grab my ass.” You tease fondly, smiling a little wider when Sylus snickers at the thought. “You know your comfort is always my priority, I wasn’t going to push my luck before I knew it was what you truly wanted.”
“But you could see my desires, couldn't you?” A beat of silence as he observes you, smiling softly before speaking. “Seeing them isn’t the same as hearing them. I needed you to act upon them at the very least before I could allow myself to move.”
“What a gentleman.” And you meant it, truly. Even as he laughed, you could tell he knew you were being genuinely honest with him at that moment. “I remember kissing you and never wanting to stop.” He carries on, arms folding over his broad expanse of chest as he watches you inhale. “I remember your tongue trying to jump down my throat.”
“You loved it.” You had… you even moaned. “That’s when you grabbed my ass, pulled me closer, but you wouldn’t let me grind on you…” You pout at him, as if still upset. Like he hadn’t fucked you stupid in front of that god damn fireplace that night. “I would have cum in my pants then and there had I let you touch me.” Oh. That was news to you.
You pushed up on your hands and knees. “What?!” A genuine whispered shriek of shock, eyes wide and mouth agape as you blink at your lover of two years. The event you’re both recalling having happened a year and a half ago. “It’s the truth, kitten. I was excited.”
It was gonna be longer but I really gotta get back to that Xavier smut I was working on... - Soul
⠀⠀ ❝ Do you know how peaceful you look ? I could spend an eternity under these sheets, our hearts and our bodies tangled together. ❞
⠀ ⠀It is warm.
⠀ ⠀Warm, soft, and comfortable. To Sylus, his bed is now a veritable paradise— and all because of the little cat that is snuggled against him, claiming his bicep as her pillow.
⠀ ⠀He's been awake longer than he should have; the morning sun had already risen hours ago, but the temptation of being able to watch her had been too great for him to pass up.
⠀ ⠀Absently (gently) he pushes some hair out of her face, and she mumbles something in her sleep, burrowing even closer.
⠀ ⠀Cute.
⠀ ⠀Her lipstick still remains on his face, he knows— marks from earlier (last night?) after she had a few too many glasses of wine and had all but covered him in it in a flurry of affection. Sylus knows she'll probably lecture him about how bad it is for his skin later, but he couldn't bear to scrub it off. Not when she had tipsily giggled words of adoration and love between kisses, each sentiment enough to make him feel like the air had been knocked right out of him. If he were standing, he might have just fallen to his knees.
⠀ ⠀Lovesick, Luke and Kieran had teased him once, and he couldn't even deny it. Not when they all knew it was true.
⠀ ⠀Sylus sighs, tugging her close (she smells like him, but also like her, and it's a combination that makes him think irresponsible things) and holding her tight and snug against his chest.
⠀ ⠀He'll sleep soon— really, he will. But for now, he figures it wouldn't hurt to spend just one more minute watching her rest contentedly in his arms.
Scheduled post bc I'm a chicken LOL Happy 2nd anniversary to Sy being released into the game <3 Things may suck rn, but I will always be so happy that he was created 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 Thank you as always to @nykur0h for the gorgeous commission ! Even to this day, this is probably one of the top faves I have ever worked on with her <3
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Sylus: it's not like he doesn't hold your whole hand (he insists on doing so, even), it's just... that holding such a tiny part of you, that's unwilling to let him go, it's almost electrifying. If you seek his pinky first, he won't admit it, but the tip of his ears gets a little red.
Caleb: holding your hand is also a natural thing for Caleb, and you've been doing it since you were kids. While crossing the street, taking a walk in the park, or simply watching TV together, somehow your or his hand reached for the other's. But as you two grew up, holding hands became more intimate in the eyes of others. So, when you two wanted to avoid awkward questions or looks, you'd seek each other's pinkies and discreetly keep each other close.
Playful headbutts
Zayne: while waiting in line or standing close to each other, he suddenly leans his body to the side and gives your head a little bump, looking straight all the time. It's a cutesy way to kill boredom and, if you do the same, he smiles a little. It doesn't matter if you can only reach his shoulder or his head, bumping into each other is somehow amusing for him.
Xavier: he does it the most when he wants your attention. Let's say you're both drinking with colleagues, and you've been distracted or too engrossed with your friend's chatter, that's the moment when you feel a little bump from your side. He'd be looking at you with doe eyes while his hand supports his head. He wants you to look at him sooo bad, and it works. He also does it when you're sitting together on the bed or couch, it's past your bedtime and he quietly reminds you to go rest.
Hip bumps
Rafayel: also a way to kill boredom, or to tease you. He does it the most when you're both in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing your teeth or hair. Starts with a gentle push, barely swaying your body, but of course you push him back, so it escalates. Never strong enough to make you fall, but enough to make you stumble a couple of steps as you lose balance. Loooves and bursts out laughing if you get mad and rely on actually pushing him with your arms.
Randomly play fight
Caleb: another habit from childhood. You want to tickle him, he defends himself, you grab each other's hands, push and pull, he tries to make you trip a little with his legs (he always catches you !!), you pull his arm, and suddenly he has you pinned down on the bed/sofa, both of you giggling. While growing up, he might've accidentally hurt you, something you laughed off because you knew it wasn't intentional, but he still learnt to measure his strength around you.
Poke you out of nowhere
Xavier: it's his version of play fights. Since he likes to pull pranks, he tends to poke the small of your back when you're distracted, sometimes making you yelp, then your sides or cheeks. It can turn into a tickle war easily.
Rafayel: pokes your shoulder and acts as if he doesn't know anything, and somehow it always works because he only does it at his exhibitions, so there are a lot of people who randomly pat your shoulder to get your attention, but when he is barely containing his giggles, that's when you smack his arm.
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