warnings: f!reader x sylus, mc reader, plot with smut, creampie, sylus' thoughts most of the time, word vomit if you must. Minors do not interact.
note: happy birthday sylus ✨ made this short and sweet bc life is a bish and it has been long so i apologize if it isn't great 😩 anyways, hope you enjoy 💖
Paradise was her lips each time he tasted her sweetness melding with his. Delicious. Intoxicating. Absolute heaven in the palm of his hands. A piece of bliss.
Sylus didn't believe in gods. Their very existence was abhorrent; only fools would readily concede everything to these unseen beings for a glimpse of eternal bliss. However, if these deities had done one thing right, it would be her.
For malicious entities couldn't craft such a beautiful soul that called out to him, ensnaring his gaze and being. Forever to stay, never to wander away from yours. Wherever you went, he had to be there no matter what form he had to take on. Whether it was from a distance or nearby, he was already content by just getting a glimpse of you. Enough to keep him going. The very thought of sharing the same air was all he needed.
And if you so wished for him to disappear, he would do so in a heartbeat. Plunge the tip of the blade into his chest himself if that was what you required. No questions asked. No strings attached. If his death was required to protect you, then so be it. But if others had the audacity to poke or be serenaded by the idea of laying a finger on you, they would be fools to think he wouldn't act. What were the lives of meaningless fodder compared to you, his form of salvation in this desolate world meant to ruthlessly take what he called his?
“Sylus?”
Much to his surprise—and delight—you were quite simple to please. Always finding ways to spend time with him without outright saying so. This game of push and pull brought out your hidden sides. It was an honor to see you be yourself with him, as if seeing fragments of your soul unseen by anyone else. Only him.
The temptation to believe the fates had doomed your souls dissipated under your unrelenting gentle caress or the unforgiving nails digging into his back as a reward for his obedience to your breathy requests. A freedom of yours that he had always admired and willing to keep from being shattered. It was his wish when he blew the candles earlier, marking his first celebrated birth. Gracious he was, Sylus was far more intrigued to learn you had more in store for the celebration as the night rolled in.
“I'm here, sweetie.”
Leftovers of the cake sat on the kitchen counter. The icing’s flavor lingered on both of your lips as they tasted one another. He was right. It was delicious, adding to the testament you never failed in anything you put your heart into making.
Discarded clothing was laid strewn on the floor from the moment both of you exited the elevator. The ride was filled with heated stares, stolen kisses, and teasing caresses. The silence that enveloped the penthouse broke from the noise of each other’s intake of breath and murmured provocations. The softness of your skin and his rough palms reignited the fire slowly simmering between you two on the ride back to his place to an all time high. Normally, he would take his time prodding the places he deemed to be your most sensitive spots until you were a mess. Now? He was quite ravenous.
Despite the popular belief of his desire for absolute control deemed to be the truth in his domain, there was no ounce of hesitation to surrender such a thing when it came to you. Willingly and wholeheartedly. How could he not? It was a delight to watch you take the reins and leave your mark on him. Proudly showing it to anyone who gave a second glance.
You were in the height of ecstasy against him, pressing your chest to his each time your back arched. His name leaves those soft lips reverently like a prayer. Your soft cries for more fueling his conquest to hear it forever and see you come undone. The sweetness dripping from your glistening folds was caused by him—solely him. A rumble of satisfaction rose from his throat at the feeling of it, especially the way you clenched and begged for that gratifying release. Seeing you trying to hide from his piercing gaze, the corners of his lips quirked up as he gently melded your hands together, preventing you from covering any part of your face.
“Don’t try and hide. Show me everything.”
Each of his thrusts brought you closer to the edge you both sought, albeit he was more inclined to witness yours before achieving his. Your glassy eyes were shut, focusing on the feeling of him. Quivering, your breathless pleas morphed into hurried ones as you were close. Inch by inch, Sylus made sure you felt everything he had to offer. A way to give back for your efforts in making his day such joy. And when you made the offer of him coming inside, who was he to deny?
“Inside. D-do it…”
He never lost his patience nor his restraint. He would rather hurt himself than inflict anything unpleasant on you. Faced with such a wish, Sylus could almost hear that thread snap into two. You certainly knew how to keep him on his toes. A low chuckle emerged from his lips to which he met with yours after your whispered plea. But he didn't falter in fulfilling it. He relished in it.
“As you wish, my lady.”
Biting your nipple, Sylus buried his cock deep into your awaiting walls and came with a groan. His ears took in your moans, replaying them again and again in his mind. You felt him throb inside you as he emptied his load that seemed endless. His muttered words of gratitude echoed into your ear even as he carried you to the bathroom to clean you up. The lines you carved into his back as you reached your climax served as a reminder of the night that ended with soft kisses and a promise for tomorrow’s daylight.
