slightly suggestive. Sylus x reader.
Tags: @madam8 @mentaltrouble2201
Wednesday morning rolls around.
You wake up sore and alone in your bed, the chirping birds a gentle reminder that spring was around the corner.
Where did he go? Was he really there to begin with? A figment of your imagination as you desperately cling to your fantasy to fill that empty void.
You felt the abandonment hit you hard. Your chest felt heavy. Your body trembled as you sought warmth and shelter under the blankets. But as you slide under, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and nutty butter fills your lungs. Accompanying that warm aroma is a faint off-key humming coming from the kitchen.
You slip out of bed and waddle into the kitchen wearing his over-sized white t-shirt. He was standing there shirtless, a kitchen towel thrown across his bare left shoulder while he cooked you up a hearty breakfast. You need to replenish your energy after yesterday’s marathon.
He was standing in front of the stove, carefully scrambling some eggs. For a few seconds, you stood there, appreciating the image before you, taking in every detail, from the outline of his physique to the graceful way he maneuvers around the kitchen.
“Good morning, Kitten. You like what you see?”, he asked with his back still turned and his hands continuously working away, multi-tasking between different tasks.
You take a few cautious steps towards him. So is he here to stay?
“I hope you like your eggs scrambled. Well, if you don't, not much I can do. We ran out of eggs”. He carried on a conversation so well without making direct eye contact with you and staying focused.
“Sy-Sylus?” Your voice was a little hoarse from…..yesterday.
Sylus didn't look but was quick to pour you a cup of hot herbal tea he had prepared and set it aside on the counter. “Add some honey and it should soothe your throat”.
You walk towards the counter and stand beside him, his taller frame protectively towering over you. You wrap your hands around the warm cup and just when you were about to bring it up towards your lips to take a sip, he placed a hand on top of the cup and lowered it back down. With his other hand, he quickly added a spoonful of honey and left the stirring to you. He moved so effortlessly and smoothly, you were left in awe.
“Drink and wash up. I'll take care of breakfast”, he ordered. As he takes a quick glance down, he notices a nice visible bruise on the side of your neck. He assumes the other side had a matching set. He won't say a word about it and wonders if you will notice them and how you plan to cover them up.
You take a quick shower and get dressed. You did notice the bruises and ended up pulling out your winter turtle neck sweater. Fortunately, the weather still called for a nicely knitted sweater.
You quietly eat your breakfast as he serves you at the table. He was still shirtless. He probably didn't rummage through the drawer with all the aprons. That would have made a wonderful image. Sylus, shirtless, with just an apron.
Once you finish your meal, you grab your work bag and proceed to make your way towards the door. But a heavy arm wraps around your waist and he pulls you against his hard chest.
“Leaving without saying your goodbyes? That's not very polite”, he says while grinding himself against your soft cheeks from behind. The knee-high skirt was making it very tempting to slide his fingers under and make a mess of the crease-free fabric.
“Sylus. Please. I can't be late for work”, you protest, but you failed to subdue your moans, which egged him on.
“Oh come now. Its Wednesday. What do they call Wednesdays? Hump day? So it’s quite deserving”, he chuckles while humping against your back. You could feel him growing hard under his sweat pants.
Just as you were melting away under his crude touch, your phone went off. It was a work call. So you pulled away from his embrace and headed towards the door, mouthing ‘thank you for the breakfast’ while answering the phone.
And just like that you were gone.
Lunch time meant a nice stroll down the city block and deciding what to grab. You felt like a nice bowl of soup would help your sore throat. Self-induced sore throat. You know how you called in sick on Tuesday just to spend some quality time with your fictional man? Consider all that screaming and loud moaning put to good use. It made your fake sickness more convincing. Post viral sore throat, you called it. That virus being Sylus.
Two of your co-workers had tagged along for lunch. As you scout for a good restaurant to eat, you feel a very familiar and intense gaze on you. You look around and sure enough there he stood, leaning casually against the wall of the restaurant you were planning to venture into.
You blink a few times to make sure you are not hallucinating. The last few days felt like a big hallucination.
Sylus was wearing dark sunglasses, shielding away his intensely bright red eyes. He was holding your cute pink lunch bag that you barely used because you ate out most of the time. You never had the motivation to cook a one-person meal.
The two co-workers stop at the door to look at you and Sylus. “You know the hot guy?” “wow…ain’t he a model i wouldn't mind licking”
Okay. So that just confirms that you were not hallucinating. The fact that other people could see Sylus also meant he was very much real and you can cancel that appointment with your therapist.
You walk towards him and grab his arm, dragging him away from the jealous duo.
"How did you know I work here?", you whisper as you try to pry him away from your gossiping co-workers.
"It's not hard to find someone, sweetie. I packed you some lunch. You left in such a hurry this morning or else I would have prepared you some dessert too”, he joked.
“What? Why?” You stare dumbfoundedly at the lunch bag in his hands.
“You know, moments like these calls for a ‘thank you’. But if words are not your forte, how about a kiss on the cheek?”, he grins and leans forward with his face on display.
“Thank you!” you quickly reply, leaning back from his close up face.
“Shy now? Not a fan of public affection? Don't worry. No one will judge. Maybe turn a little green with envy”.
“No. I'm just surprised you came all this way and made me lunch. You didn't have to. I eat out mostly”.
“I can see that. But I made you something special. Something to keep that stamina up”. You notice the side of his lip extend into a half grin. “Now be a good kitten and take your meal.”
You grab the bag from his hand and nod your head. You decide to skip past the 'keep that stamina up' comment for now and tackle it when the time comes.
“Thanks. I'll see you tonight?” Now was this your life? Was he really part of your life forever?
He recognized your ongoing doubts. He thought you worked past that already.
"I'll be waiting for you at home. I will always be waiting for you" he whispers into your ears before taking that kiss you owed him.
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