Boyfriend Sukuna Lets Best Friend Toji Watch You Two Fuck - Sukuna x reader
Summary: Modern AU where you, Sukuna and Toji have been best friends since you were kids. Over time they each developed a crush on you, and you felt the same about them both. When one of them asks you out, what happens when you still harbor a crush on the other?
Content: MDNI, explicit smut, fem!reader implied, lots of buildup, voyeurism, Toji and the reader yearn for each other, Sukuna feigning for the reader and Toji to kiss (and fuck) sooooo bad, Sukuna teasing tf out the reader, pet names (doll, princess, baby), alcohol use, weed use (3.3k wc)
A/N: Inspired by both Sukuna and Toji falling in love with my mii on my Tomodachi Life island 🤭
(Photo cred: Sukuna – @/crumplstiltskin (Twitter), Toji – @/hunnismokah (Tumblr))
It was one of those Friday nights where you, your boyfriend Sukuna and your best friend Toji were hanging out in your apartment. You all were inebriated in some sort of fashion. Toji from polishing off countless beers, Sukuna from sharing a few joints with you and you from a combination of joints and periodic sips of your choice of wine.
The three of you have been a pivotal part of each other’s lives since you were children, through the good, the bad and the downright ugly moments. Including you bleeding through your shorts as a teen, stress fueled breakdowns over finals, and hungover mornings after parties.
When you and Sukuna became a couple after college you were worried the close dynamic between your trio would change or weaken. But if anything, it has strengthened.
Toji was a frequent visitor to your shared apartment with Sukuna, with his visits occurring at least once per month. Whether it was for movie night, shared dinners or just to talk shit – it always ended the same. With him staying the night in the guest room that you’ve all jokingly dubbed as his room.
Toji would say that you and Sukuna were hounding him to come over in jest, but you all knew the truth. None of you felt right when you’re away from each other for too long.
And like many other Friday nights before, you all were hanging out again. This time, the three of you were spread out around your living room coffee table. A card game was your entertainment. Drinks were plentiful and music from your shared playlist was crooning softly in the background.
But there was something in the air that made this night feel a little different.
When you and Sukuna got together you nervously confessed that you had a crush on Toji as well – afraid that this would be a dealbreaker for him. But to your surprise, Sukuna just smirked and muttered “I know baby,” like you’ve just told him something mundane.
“It doesn’t bother you Kuna?”
He scoffed. “Why would it? Toji and I have wanted you for years. We both agreed that there would be no hard feeling against whoever ended up with you.”
You two haven’t mentioned that conversation since that day, yet it’s lived rent free in your mind since. And as those few sentences loop in your skull, you’re left with so many questions.
Why was Sukuna not jealous?
Does Toji still want you?
Has he moved on?
How exactly did that conversation between them come up?
When no answers made themselves known, a cloud of frustration washed over you. This causes you to place your cards face down on the coffee table and sink back into the couch. Then, you rubbed your eyes and groaned, attempting to rid yourself of these vexing thoughts.
“What’s wrong doll?” Toji’s deep, gravelly voice cuts through your self-induced anguish, bringing you back to the present time. Both him and Sukuna were waiting for you to go next, but your mind was in shambles at the moment.
You feel your skin warm at how easily his old pet name for your rolls off of his tongue. Although he’s referred to you as that for years, it still flustered you. Whenever he called you doll it made you feel like something beautiful that needed to be cherished. And since you and Sukuna became official, he’s been ballsy enough not to stop.
Not that your boyfriend seemed to mind in the slightest.
You remove your hands from your eyes and look Toji’s way. At some point during the card game he’s taken off his shirt and is left wearing a skintight tank top with some basketball shorts. His well-muscled arms are on full display and biceps looked as bitable as ever.
You fumbled to come up with an excuse. “It’s nothing ‘Ji, I’m just not good at this game.”
Sukuna hummed from his seat to your right. “I don’t think that’s it, but I’ll let your little lie slide for now.”
You whip your head to the side and give your boyfriend a nasty look. Seeming more amused than chastised, he snorted then pat his leg – beckoning you over.
“Come here princess, I’ll teach you how to play.”
You crawl the short distance between you two along the couch, ending up in his lap. Sitting sideways so you can still see his face and not hinder him placing a card down. Once you’re situated, Sukuna explained step by step what he’s doing and why as he played a shortened round of the card game with Toji. Listening to your boyfriend made you feel at ease because it served as a distraction from the piercing green eyes you’ve caught tracing your figure multiple times tonight.
But soon, Sukuna’s whispered explanations transformed into taunting questions that made your heart race and your pussy ache.
It started with him asking, "You always were a slut for him in a tank top. Do you think he wore that for you tonight?"
You jolted in his lap, feeling like you’ve been shocked.
Within a few minutes of recovering from that, his sinful mouth got to work again while you took a hit from the joint.
“Are you squirming because of me or Fushiguro?"
Completely caught off guard, you were sent into a coughing fit.
As you fought for your life – you heard Toji make a questioning sound. Which Sukuna responded to while handing you the glass of wine you’ve been nursing all night. Then, they continued playing.
A few rounds later, Toji got up to rummage through your fridge for more drinks. You waited until he was in the kitchen before turning to face your boyfriend.
“Kuna, what has gotten into you tonight?”
“Hmmm,” he paused dramatically, tapping his chin.
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about. Why don’t you tell me what I’ve been doing, clearly,” he said, goading you on.
“You’ve been teasing me about ‘Ji all night. I thought you didn’t hold anything against me for still having feelings for him?” you questioned in a lowered voice, feeling a little hurt.
He leaned in to kiss away your pout, “I am anything but mad at you about that, trust me.”
“Then why-?”
Hearing Toji close the fridge, Sukuna quickly cut you off with a hushed question of his own.
“Have you noticed that Fushiguro can never keep his eyes off your tits? I bet he'd love to slip his dick in between them."
Toji was back in the living room, dropping into his seat before you could respond.
You attempted to suppress your reaction to that mental imagery and relax in your boyfriend’s lap like nothing’s happened. But your emotions were a mess; you didn’t know if you felt more turned on or pissed off at what Sukuna had just said to you.
Then your boyfriend had to make it all the worse by whispering in your ear once more.
“I'd let him fuck you, you know? All you have to do is say the word baby."
Reaching your limit, you jumped up from his lap and threw out “I have to go to the bathroom,” before scurrying to your bedroom and shutting the door.
The silence you left behind was loud.
“Sukuna, what is up with our girl? She’s been twitchy and flushed all night.”
“Our girl huh?” Sukuna asked with a shark like grin.
“Tch,” Toji uttered before taking a swig of his beer.
“Your girl, whatever. You know what I meant to say.”
"Fushiguro, when are you planning to man up and tell her how you feel?"
Toji stiffened momentarily, like a cornered wild animal at the dangerous lilt in his voice. The dark haired man knew he could easily best any random schmuck on the street. But between him and Sukuna, it would be a close call.
"Have you smoked too much tonight? You’re dating her already," he grumbled, unintentionally letting some of his for longing seep through.
Sukuna rested his back against the couch, observing Toji’s demeanor. For anyone that didn’t know him well, it’d look like the other man couldn’t care less about the conversation topic. But he knows his best friend on a much deeper level. Going through puberty together and bonding over the same woman would do that you anyone. So nothing gets past him now, including the slight twitch in between his brows that signified he’s feeling antsy.
“I know we’re together. But I’m talking about you and my girl right now.”
Toji let out a prolonged sigh, deflating as all the fight left his body.
“Look, I get it if you don’t like me making googly eyes at her. But I’m not doing it to be disrespectful, she’s just so-” he cut himself off before he could carry on with that train of thought.
After gathering himself, he continued.
“You know how I feel about her. I can leave if I’ve made either of you uncomfortable,” he said in a somber tone. He then reached for the grinder, rolling paper and cone to pack a new joint while he waited for Sukuna to respond.
“Oh I’m very comfortable and so is she. You’re the only one looking like a kicked puppy here.”
Toji felt a spike of irritation course through his veins. He took a deep breath before he let his temper get the best of him.
“So what, you’re gloating over getting with her before I had the chance to? You want ass pats or something you dick?”
Sukuna took a hit of the remainder of his joint, inhaling deeply before letting a plume of smoke waft out of his open maw. Then he ashed it before setting it down.
"You're denser than I thought Fushiguro, but don't worry, I'll throw you a bone tonight."
“What-” is all Toji is able to get out before you return. And instead of sitting in Sukuna’s lap like before, you sit on the couch cushion next to him.
The three of you easily slip back into your usual banter. But you sense that something is off between your boyfriend and Toji. Especially with the weighted looks they keep exchanging as the hours slip by.
After tackling a fat joint together and playing a few more rounds of cards – your eyelids start to droop against your will. When there is an extended lapse in the conversation, Toji looked up to see your head resting on Sukuna’s shoulder. The subtle motion of your chest rising and falling with each breath, paired with the relaxed look on your face reminded him of an angel.
“Seems that she’s had enough for tonight, go tuck her in,” Toji said.
Sukuna nodded before lifting you up like you weighed nothing.
“You know where your room is, see you in the morning,” he says over his shoulder as he disappeared with you into the hallway.
Toji gathered up the empty beer bottles scattered across the coffee table then threw them away before heading to bed. He’s stayed over so often that he’s started to leave pajamas, toiletries and shoes behind for when he inevitably returns. After showering in the ensuite bathroom and settling under the duvet, his mind would not let him rest.
His thoughts kept circling around you and Sukuna.
Toji hoped that once you got with his best friend, his attraction to you would fade over time. But everything you did still drove him crazy.
Each time you gloated after a win your juicy tits bounced beneath your shirt.
When you flashed a smile his way it made his heart race and his dick that much harder.
And when you flushed over him calling you doll…let’s just say he’ll be touching himself to the expression on your face for many nights to come.
And Toji would be blind not to notice how rattled you were this evening. He would kill to know what filth Sukuna was spewing in your ear to make you squirm like that.
This train of thought led him to ruminate over Sukuna’s pointed questions while you were out of the room. His friend knows how infatuated he’s been with you since you all were kids. It’d be hard to subdue his attraction to you – his dream girl.
You tested his restraint whenever he was around, and he had to swallow down so many things.
How you make his heart flutter each time he sees you.
How he’d do anything for you to look at him the same way you look at Sukuna.
How he’s been unable to stomach seriously dating women since meeting you.
After tossing and turning, Toji finally began to drift off. But a small noise brought him back to the surface of consciousness. That sound resembled a whimper, but before he could brush it off as his imagination it happened again along with a high pitched whine.
Toji’s breath caught in his throat as the realization hit him. Just watching you from across the table all night was torturous enough. Now he has to hear you get fucked by his friend???
Being a light sleeper always bit you in the ass, especially tonight. When Sukuna carried you to your bedroom you were jostled awake. Then the events of tonight slowly resurfaced. This, along with the joints you smoked resulted in pure arousal hitting you like a freight train.
Which is how you landed in your current predicament.
You are trying your hardest to contain your moans while your boyfriend’s length rubbed against your walls in the most satisfying way.
Guilt loomed in the back of your mind for doing this while your friend is in the next room over. But you desperately needed an outlet for all the tension built up within your tummy as the night unfolded.
Your thighs are slotted onto each side of your boyfriend’s waist while you bounce on his thick cock. The sticky plap plap plap sounds produced each time you met his pelvis felt like they were so loud in the early hours of the morning. But you couldn’t stop your hips from seeking out the pleasure that his rigid rod was giving you.
And Sukuna is still being a menace, continuing where he left off in the living room. Suggesting filthy things that made you quiver both inside and out while he squeezed and fondled your chest.
"Fuuuuuck this little pussy is pulsating and I just slid into you. Should I call Fushiguro in here to fill up your mouth?"
You whimpered and shook your head.
"Then why are you so wet tonight? Is it because he’s here, slut?" he hisses out before delivering a stinging slap to your ass.
“Kuna!” you cried out as you involuntarily spasm around him.
"What is my cock not enough for this greedy pussy?" he teased as his hands sunk into the fat of your hips. Helping you slam down harder onto him, making you see stars.
On a particularly hard snap of his hips, his length brushed against the spot that makes your brain tingle. Prompting your mouth to drop open, letting out unfiltered moans. You were pliant in his hold as he pulled your chest down to meet his. Then he planted both of his feet on the bed to fuck up into you with brutal thrusts.
As the haze of pleasure engulfs you, you hoped with your entire being that Toji was asleep during all of this.
Toji is very much not asleep.
And how could he be with your barely muffled voice quivering in the next room over?
Feeling irritated with how quickly he got hard from a few muffled whimpers, he rolled over and groaned into his pillow.
Giving up on falling back asleep – Toji got out of bed and headed towards the door of the guestroom. He figured he’d crack open another beer or two in the kitchen while you two finished up.
But when he stepped foot into the hallway, two things became alarmingly clear.
1. This was a terrible idea.
2. Your bedroom door was left ajar.
Standing frozen, Toji debates whether he should retreat back into his room or risk shuffling past your bedroom door.
When the alluring harmony of your sopping wet pussy and your desperate moans reach his ears unfiltered, the decision is out of his hands. If Toji was a better man he’d be locking himself inside the guestroom right now, trying to block all of this out. But instead, it feels like he is being physically pulled towards your bedroom door. As he stops just shy of the gap, multiple scenarios play out in his head.
In the best case, he can just sate his curiosity with a glance and pretend like this never happened. But in the worst case, Sukuna will kick his ass and ban him from their apartment. Not taking long to deliberate, his dick cast the final vote as he leans into the small opening.
The sight that greets him almost makes him cum on the spot.
It was dark in your bedroom besides the soft glow emanating from the LED lights on your ceiling. You are naked as the day you were born, glistening with sweat. And Sukuna was rutting into your from below.
From his position Toji had a clear view of the way your ass rippled with each ruthless thrust up into your cunt. The slick coating Sukuna's cock each time he exited was visible from the door and it made Toji's mouth water.
Feeling too entangled to back out now, Toji pulls his heavy member out of his basketball shorts and wraps a hand around it. He uses the pre-cum gathering at his tip to lubricate his hand. Then, he strokes himself while watching the best friend he's in love with get pounded into by his other best friend.
How fucked up of a person was he?
Within a few strokes Toji knows he won’t last long.
You were mewling as your boyfriend molded the shape of himself into your snug walls.
“Fuck Kuna, you've been so mean to me all night."
"How have I been mean to you woman?" he huffs back.
"You know what you’ve been doing," you petulantly whined.
Sukuna chuckled darkly, as movement catches his eye near the door. ‘Gotcha’, he thought.
“I don't think I do," he murmured.
"About my crush on Toji. I know you said you aren’t mad, but it feels like you are punishing me for it.”
“I could never be mad at you for that baby,” he cooed back.
“Do you promise Kuna?”
“I promise,” Sukuna says.
Deciding to give his friend a good show – Sukuna lifts you off of him then repositions you on all fours, facing the doorway. Now the tits his friend coveted and your blissed out expression were on full display.
Then, he places one foot on the bed. His balls tapped against your ass each time he sunk into you. You begin to babble incoherently as your walls close in tighter around his length. Like you didn’t want to let him go for too long.
Feeling his balls draw up, Sukuna groaned. He wrapped his hand around your front, landing on your clit. Then, he homes in on your g-spot and rubs your clit just the way you like causing you to lurch forward.
“Don’t run now, come on this cock princess,” he purrs.
You do, almost on command. And with the feeling of your muscles rhythmically squeezing around him – he has no choice but to follow. Dumping his warm, gooey load deep inside of you.
As you collapse face first into the ruined sheets you think you hear a sound that didn’t come from you nor Sukuna. But that thought slips away as sleep claims you.
You are already snoring by the time your boyfriend returns to clean you up.
The next morning Toji is acting weird.
His responses to your boyfriend are short and clipped while he seems bashful when speaking to you. After you all eat breakfast together, he washes the dishes before rushing out of the apartment.
When you send a confused glance your boyfriend’s way he shrugs like he’s just as lost as you are.
But now that Sukuna’s planted the idea into both of your heads, he can see the finish line.
The two of you just needed a few more nudges.
A/N: So did we like this or nah? I read JJK fics all the time and wanted to dip my toes in 🫣
Boyfriend Sukuna Lets Best Friend Toji Watch You Two Fuck - Sukuna x reader
Summary: Modern AU where you, Sukuna and Toji have been best friends since you were kids. Over time they each developed a crush on you, and you felt the same about them both. When one of them asks you out, what happens when you still harbor a crush on the other?
Content: MDNI, explicit smut, lots of buildup, voyeurism, Toji and the reader yearn for each other, Sukuna feigning for the reader and Toji to kiss (and fuck) sooooo bad, Sukuna teasing tf out the reader, pet names (doll, princess, baby), alcohol use, weed use (3.3k wc)
A/N: Inspired by both Sukuna and Toji falling in love with my mii on my Tomodachi Life island 🤭
(Photo cred: Sukuna – @/crumplstiltskin (Twitter), Toji – @/hunnismokah (Tumblr))
It was one of those Friday nights where you, your boyfriend Sukuna and your best friend Toji were hanging out in your apartment. You all were inebriated in some sort of fashion. Toji from polishing off countless beers, Sukuna from sharing a few joints with you and you from a combination of joints and periodic sips of your choice of wine.
The three of you have been a pivotal part of each other’s lives since you were children, through the good, the bad and the downright ugly moments. Including you bleeding through your shorts as a teen, stress fueled breakdowns over finals, and hungover mornings after parties.
When you and Sukuna became a couple after college you were worried the close dynamic between your trio would change or weaken. But if anything, it has strengthened.
Toji was a frequent visitor to your shared apartment with Sukuna, with his visits occurring at least once per month. Whether it was for movie night, shared dinners or just to talk shit – it always ended the same. With him staying the night in the guest room that you’ve all jokingly dubbed as his room.
Toji would say that you and Sukuna were hounding him to come over in jest, but you all knew the truth. None of you felt right when you’re away from each other for too long.
And like many other Friday nights before, you all were hanging out again. This time, the three of you were spread out around your living room coffee table. A card game was your entertainment. Drinks were plentiful and music from your shared playlist was crooning softly in the background.
But there was something in the air that made this night feel a little different.
When you and Sukuna got together you nervously confessed that you had a crush on Toji as well – afraid that this would be a dealbreaker for him. But to your surprise, Sukuna just smirked and muttered “I know baby,” like you’ve just told him something mundane.
“It doesn’t bother you Kuna?”
He scoffed. “Why would it? Toji and I have wanted you for years. We both agreed that there would be no hard feeling against whoever ended up with you.”
You two haven’t mentioned that conversation since that day, yet it’s lived rent free in your mind since. And as those few sentences loop in your skull, you’re left with so many questions.
Why was Sukuna not jealous?
Does Toji still want you?
Has he moved on?
How exactly did that conversation between them come up?
When no answers made themselves known, a cloud of frustration washed over you. This causes you to place your cards face down on the coffee table and sink back into the couch. Then, you rubbed your eyes and groaned, attempting to rid yourself of these vexing thoughts.
“What’s wrong doll?” Toji’s deep, gravelly voice cuts through your self-induced anguish, bringing you back to the present time. Both him and Sukuna were waiting for you to go next, but your mind was in shambles at the moment.
You feel your skin warm at how easily his old pet name for your rolls off of his tongue. Although he’s referred to you as that for years, it still flustered you. Whenever he called you doll it made you feel like something beautiful that needed to be cherished. And since you and Sukuna became official, he’s been ballsy enough not to stop.
Not that your boyfriend seemed to mind in the slightest.
You remove your hands from your eyes and look Toji’s way. At some point during the card game he’s taken off his shirt and is left wearing a skintight tank top with some basketball shorts. His well-muscled arms are on full display and biceps looked as bitable as ever.
You fumbled to come up with an excuse. “It’s nothing ‘Ji, I’m just not good at this game.”
Sukuna hummed from his seat to your right. “I don’t think that’s it, but I’ll let your little lie slide for now.”
You whip your head to the side and give your boyfriend a nasty look. Seeming more amused than chastised, he snorted then pat his leg – beckoning you over.
“Come here princess, I’ll teach you how to play.”
You crawl the short distance between you two along the couch, ending up in his lap. Sitting sideways so you can still see his face and not hinder him placing a card down. Once you’re situated, Sukuna explained step by step what he’s doing and why as he played a shortened round of the card game with Toji. Listening to your boyfriend made you feel at ease because it served as a distraction from the piercing green eyes you’ve caught tracing your figure multiple times tonight.
But soon, Sukuna’s whispered explanations transformed into taunting questions that made your heart race and your pussy ache.
It started with him asking, "You always were a slut for him in a tank top. Do you think he wore that for you tonight?"
You jolted in his lap, feeling like you’ve been shocked.
Within a few minutes of recovering from that, his sinful mouth got to work again while you took a hit from the joint.
“Are you squirming because of me or Fushiguro?"
Completely caught off guard, you were sent into a coughing fit.
As you fought for your life – you heard Toji make a questioning sound. Which Sukuna responded to while handing you the glass of wine you’ve been nursing all night. Then, they continued playing.
A few rounds later, Toji got up to rummage through your fridge for more drinks. You waited until he was in the kitchen before turning to face your boyfriend.
“Kuna, what has gotten into you tonight?”
“Hmmm,” he paused dramatically, tapping his chin.
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about. Why don’t you tell me what I’ve been doing, clearly,” he said, goading you on.
“You’ve been teasing me about ‘Ji all night. I thought you didn’t hold anything against me for still having feelings for him?” you questioned in a lowered voice, feeling a little hurt.
He leaned in to kiss away your pout, “I am anything but mad at you about that, trust me.”
“Then why-?”
Hearing Toji close the fridge, Sukuna quickly cut you off with a hushed question of his own.
“Have you noticed that Fushiguro can never keep his eyes off your tits? I bet he'd love to slip his dick in between them."
Toji was back in the living room, dropping into his seat before you could respond.
You attempted to suppress your reaction to that mental imagery and relax in your boyfriend’s lap like nothing’s happened. But your emotions were a mess; you didn’t know if you felt more turned on or pissed off at what Sukuna had just said to you.
Then your boyfriend had to make it all the worse by whispering in your ear once more.
“I'd let him fuck you, you know? All you have to do is say the word baby."
Reaching your limit, you jumped up from his lap and threw out “I have to go to the bathroom,” before scurrying to your bedroom and shutting the door.
The silence you left behind was loud.
“Sukuna, what is up with our girl? She’s been twitchy and flushed all night.”
“Our girl huh?” Sukuna asked with a shark like grin.
“Tch,” Toji uttered before taking a swig of his beer.
“Your girl, whatever. You know what I meant to say.”
"Fushiguro, when are you planning to man up and tell her how you feel?"
Toji stiffened momentarily, like a cornered wild animal at the dangerous lilt in his voice. The dark haired man knew he could easily best any random schmuck on the street. But between him and Sukuna, it would be a close call.
"Have you smoked too much tonight? You’re dating her already," he grumbled, unintentionally letting some of his for longing seep through.
Sukuna rested his back against the couch, observing Toji’s demeanor. For anyone that didn’t know him well, it’d look like the other man couldn’t care less about the conversation topic. But he knows his best friend on a much deeper level. Going through puberty together and bonding over the same woman would do that you anyone. So nothing gets past him now, including the slight twitch in between his brows that signified he’s feeling antsy.
“I know we’re together. But I’m talking about you and my girl right now.”
Toji let out a prolonged sigh, deflating as all the fight left his body.
“Look, I get it if you don’t like me making googly eyes at her. But I’m not doing it to be disrespectful, she’s just so-” he cut himself off before he could carry on with that train of thought.
After gathering himself, he continued.
“You know how I feel about her. I can leave if I’ve made either of you uncomfortable,” he said in a somber tone. He then reached for the grinder, rolling paper and cone to pack a new joint while he waited for Sukuna to respond.
“Oh I’m very comfortable and so is she. You’re the only one looking like a kicked puppy here.”
Toji felt a spike of irritation course through his veins. He took a deep breath before he let his temper get the best of him.
“So what, you’re gloating over getting with her before I had the chance to? You want ass pats or something you dick?”
Sukuna took a hit of the remainder of his joint, inhaling deeply before letting a plume of smoke waft out of his open maw. Then he ashed it before setting it down.
"You're denser than I thought Fushiguro, but don't worry, I'll throw you a bone tonight."
“What-” is all Toji is able to get out before you return. And instead of sitting in Sukuna’s lap like before, you sit on the couch cushion next to him.
The three of you easily slip back into your usual banter. But you sense that something is off between your boyfriend and Toji. Especially with the weighted looks they keep exchanging as the hours slip by.
After tackling a fat joint together and playing a few more rounds of cards – your eyelids start to droop against your will. When there is an extended lapse in the conversation, Toji looked up to see your head resting on Sukuna’s shoulder. The subtle motion of your chest rising and falling with each breath, paired with the relaxed look on your face reminded him of an angel.
“Seems that she’s had enough for tonight, go tuck her in,” Toji said.
Sukuna nodded before lifting you up like you weighed nothing.
“You know where your room is, see you in the morning,” he says over his shoulder as he disappeared with you into the hallway.
Toji gathered up the empty beer bottles scattered across the coffee table then threw them away before heading to bed. He’s stayed over so often that he’s started to leave pajamas, toiletries and shoes behind for when he inevitably returns. After showering in the ensuite bathroom and settling under the duvet, his mind would not let him rest.
His thoughts kept circling around you and Sukuna.
Toji hoped that once you got with his best friend, his attraction to you would fade over time. But everything you did still drove him crazy.
Each time you gloated after a win your juicy tits bounced beneath your shirt.
When you flashed a smile his way it made his heart race and his dick that much harder.
And when you flushed over him calling you doll…let’s just say he’ll be fisting his cock to the expression on your face for many nights to come.
And Toji would be blind not to notice how rattled you were this evening. He would kill to know what filth Sukuna was spewing in your ear to make you squirm like that.
This train of thought led him to ruminate over Sukuna’s pointed questions while you were out of the room. His friend knows how infatuated he’s been with you since you all were kids. It’d be hard to subdue his attraction to you – his dream girl.
You tested his restraint whenever he was around, and he had to swallow down so many things.
How you make his heart flutter each time he sees you.
How he’d do anything for you to look at him the same way you look at Sukuna.
How he’s been unable to stomach seriously dating women since meeting you.
After tossing and turning, Toji finally began to drift off. But a small noise brought him back to the surface of consciousness. That sound resembled a whimper, but before he could brush it off as his imagination it happened again along with a high pitched whine.
Toji’s breath caught in his throat as the realization hit him. Just watching you from across the table all night was torturous enough. Now he has to hear you get fucked by his friend???
Being a light sleeper always bit you in the ass, especially tonight. When Sukuna carried you to your bedroom you were jostled awake. Then the events of tonight slowly resurfaced. This, along with the joints you smoked resulted in pure arousal hitting you like a freight train.
Which is how you landed in your current predicament.
You are trying your hardest to contain your moans while your boyfriend’s length rubbed against your walls in the most satisfying way.
Guilt loomed in the back of your mind for doing this while your friend is in the next room over. But you desperately needed an outlet for all the tension built up within your tummy as the night unfolded.
Your thighs are slotted onto each side of your boyfriend’s waist while you bounce on his thick cock. The sticky plap plap plap sounds produced each time you met his pelvis felt like they were so loud in the early hours of the morning. But you couldn’t stop your hips from seeking out the pleasure that his rigid rod was giving you.
And Sukuna is still being a menace, continuing where he left off in the living room. Suggesting filthy things that made you quiver both inside and out while he squeezed and fondled your chest.
"Fuuuuuck this little pussy is pulsating and I just slid into you. Should I call Fushiguro in here to fill up your mouth?"
You whimpered and shook your head.
"Then why are you so wet tonight? Is it because he’s here, slut?" he hisses out before delivering a stinging slap to your ass.
“Kuna!” you cried out as you involuntarily spasm around him.
"What is my cock not enough for this greedy pussy?" he teased as his hands sunk into the fat of your hips. Helping you slam down harder onto him, making you see stars.
On a particularly hard snap of his hips, his length brushed against the spot that makes your brain tingle. Prompting your mouth to drop open, letting out unfiltered moans. You were pliant in his hold as he pulled your chest down to meet his. Then he planted both of his feet on the bed to fuck up into you with brutal thrusts.
As the haze of pleasure engulfs you, you hoped with your entire being that Toji was asleep during all of this.
Toji is very much not asleep.
And how could he be with your barely muffled voice quivering in the next room over?
Feeling irritated with how quickly he got hard from a few muffled whimpers, he rolled over and groaned into his pillow.
Giving up on falling back asleep – Toji got out of bed and headed towards the door of the guestroom. He figured he’d crack open another beer or two in the kitchen while you two finished up.
But when he stepped foot into the hallway, two things became alarmingly clear.
1. This was a terrible idea.
2. Your bedroom door was left ajar.
Standing frozen, Toji debates whether he should retreat back into his room or risk shuffling past your bedroom door.
When the alluring harmony of your sopping wet pussy and your desperate moans reach his ears unfiltered, the decision is out of his hands. If Toji was a better man he’d be locking himself inside the guestroom right now, trying to block all of this out. But instead, it feels like he is being physically pulled towards your bedroom door. As he stops just shy of the gap, multiple scenarios play out in his head.
In the best case, he can just sate his curiosity with a glance and pretend like this never happened. But in the worst case, Sukuna will kick his ass and ban him from their apartment. Not taking long to deliberate, his dick cast the final vote as he leans into the small opening.
The sight that greets him almost makes him cum on the spot.
It was dark in your bedroom besides the soft glow emanating from the LED lights on your ceiling. You are naked as the day you were born, glistening with sweat. And Sukuna was rutting into your from below.
From his position Toji had a clear view of the way your ass rippled with each ruthless thrust up into your cunt. The slick coating Sukuna's cock each time he exited was visible from the door and it made Toji's mouth water.
Feeling too entangled to back out now, Toji pulls his heavy member out of his basketball shorts and wraps a hand around it. He uses the pre-cum gathering at his tip to lubricate his hand. Then, he strokes himself while watching the best friend he's in love with get pounded into by his other best friend.
How fucked up of a person was he?
Within a few strokes Toji knows he won’t last long.
You were mewling as your boyfriend molded the shape of himself into your snug walls.
“Fuck Kuna, you've been so mean to me all night."
"How have I been mean to you woman?" he huffs back.
"You know what you’ve been doing," you petulantly whined.
Sukuna chuckled darkly, as movement catches his eye near the door. ‘Gotcha’, he thought.
“I don't think I do," he murmured.
"About my crush on Toji. I know you said you aren’t mad, but it feels like you are punishing me for it.”
“I could never be mad at you for that baby,” he cooed back.
“Do you promise Kuna?”
“I promise,” Sukuna says.
Deciding to give his friend a good show – Sukuna lifts you off of him then repositions you on all fours, facing the doorway. Now the tits his friend coveted and your blissed out expression were on full display.
Then, he places one foot on the bed. His balls tapped against your ass each time he sunk into you. You begin to babble incoherently as your walls close in tighter around his length. Like you didn’t want to let him go for too long.
Feeling his balls draw up, Sukuna groaned. He wrapped his hand around your front, landing on your clit. Then, he homes in on your g-spot and rubs your clit just the way you like causing you to lurch forward.
“Don’t run now, come on this cock princess,” he purrs.
You do, almost on command. And with the feeling of your muscles rhythmically squeezing around him – he has no choice but to follow. Dumping his warm, gooey load deep inside of you.
As you collapse face first into the ruined sheets you think you hear a sound that didn’t come from you nor Sukuna. But that thought slips away as sleep claims you.
You are already snoring by the time your boyfriend returns to clean you up.
The next morning Toji is acting weird.
His responses to your boyfriend are short and clipped while he seems bashful when speaking to you. After you all eat breakfast together, he washes the dishes before rushing out of the apartment.
When you send a confused glance your boyfriend’s way he shrugs like he’s just as lost as you are.
But now that Sukuna’s planted the idea into both of your heads, he can see the finish line.
The two of you just needed a few more nudges.
A/N: So did we like this or nah? I read JJK fics all the time and wanted to dip my toes in 🫣
Boyfriend Sukuna Lets Best Friend Toji Watch You Two Fuck - Sukuna x reader
Summary: Modern AU where you, Sukuna and Toji have been best friends since you were kids. Over time they each developed a crush on you, and you felt the same about them both. When one of them asks you out, what happens when you still harbor a crush on the other?
Content: MDNI, explicit smut, lots of buildup, voyeurism, Toji and the reader yearn for each other, Sukuna feigning for the reader and Toji to kiss (and fuck) sooooo bad, Sukuna teasing tf out the reader, pet names (doll, princess, baby), alcohol use, weed use (3.3k wc)
A/N: Inspired by both Sukuna and Toji falling in love with my mii on my Tomodachi Life island 🤭
(Photo cred: Sukuna – @/crumplstiltskin (Twitter), Toji – @/hunnismokah (Tumblr))
It was one of those Friday nights where you, your boyfriend Sukuna and your best friend Toji were hanging out in your apartment. You all were inebriated in some sort of fashion. Toji from polishing off countless beers, Sukuna from sharing a few joints with you and you from a combination of joints and periodic sips of your choice of wine.
The three of you have been a pivotal part of each other’s lives since you were children, through the good, the bad and the downright ugly moments. Including you bleeding through your shorts as a teen, stress fueled breakdowns over finals, and hungover mornings after parties.
When you and Sukuna became a couple after college you were worried the close dynamic between your trio would change or weaken. But if anything, it has strengthened.
Toji was a frequent visitor to your shared apartment with Sukuna, with his visits occurring at least once per month. Whether it was for movie night, shared dinners or just to talk shit – it always ended the same. With him staying the night in the guest room that you’ve all jokingly dubbed as his room.
Toji would say that you and Sukuna were hounding him to come over in jest, but you all knew the truth. None of you felt right when you’re away from each other for too long.
And like many other Friday nights before, you all were hanging out again. This time, the three of you were spread out around your living room coffee table. A card game was your entertainment. Drinks were plentiful and music from your shared playlist was crooning softly in the background.
But there was something in the air that made this night feel a little different.
When you and Sukuna got together you nervously confessed that you had a crush on Toji as well – afraid that this would be a dealbreaker for him. But to your surprise, Sukuna just smirked and muttered “I know baby,” like you’ve just told him something mundane.
“It doesn’t bother you Kuna?”
He scoffed. “Why would it? Toji and I have wanted you for years. We both agreed that there would be no hard feeling against whoever ended up with you.”
You two haven’t mentioned that conversation since that day, yet it’s lived rent free in your mind since. And as those few sentences loop in your skull, you’re left with so many questions.
Why was Sukuna not jealous?
Does Toji still want you?
Has he moved on?
How exactly did that conversation between them come up?
When no answers made themselves known, a cloud of frustration washed over you. This causes you to place your cards face down on the coffee table and sink back into the couch. Then, you rubbed your eyes and groaned, attempting to rid yourself of these vexing thoughts.
“What’s wrong doll?” Toji’s deep, gravelly voice cuts through your self-induced anguish, bringing you back to the present time. Both him and Sukuna were waiting for you to go next, but your mind was in shambles at the moment.
You feel your skin warm at how easily his old pet name for your rolls off of his tongue. Although he’s referred to you as that for years, it still flustered you. Whenever he called you doll it made you feel like something beautiful that needed to be cherished. And since you and Sukuna became official, he’s been ballsy enough not to stop.
Not that your boyfriend seemed to mind in the slightest.
You remove your hands from your eyes and look Toji’s way. At some point during the card game he’s taken off his shirt and is left wearing a skintight tank top with some basketball shorts. His well-muscled arms are on full display and biceps looked as bitable as ever.
You fumbled to come up with an excuse. “It’s nothing ‘Ji, I’m just not good at this game.”
Sukuna hummed from his seat to your right. “I don’t think that’s it, but I’ll let your little lie slide for now.”
You whip your head to the side and give your boyfriend a nasty look. Seeming more amused than chastised, he snorted then pat his leg – beckoning you over.
“Come here princess, I’ll teach you how to play.”
You crawl the short distance between you two along the couch, ending up in his lap. Sitting sideways so you can still see his face and not hinder him placing a card down. Once you’re situated, Sukuna explained step by step what he’s doing and why as he played a shortened round of the card game with Toji. Listening to your boyfriend made you feel at ease because it served as a distraction from the piercing green eyes you’ve caught tracing your figure multiple times tonight.
But soon, Sukuna’s whispered explanations transformed into taunting questions that made your heart race and your pussy ache.
It started with him asking, "You always were a slut for him in a tank top. Do you think he wore that for you tonight?"
You jolted in his lap, feeling like you’ve been shocked.
Within a few minutes of recovering from that, his sinful mouth got to work again while you took a hit from the joint.
“Are you squirming because of me or Fushiguro?"
Completely caught off guard, you were sent into a coughing fit.
As you fought for your life – you heard Toji make a questioning sound. Which Sukuna responded to while handing you the glass of wine you’ve been nursing all night. Then, they continued playing.
A few rounds later, Toji got up to rummage through your fridge for more drinks. You waited until he was in the kitchen before turning to face your boyfriend.
“Kuna, what has gotten into you tonight?”
“Hmmm,” he paused dramatically, tapping his chin.
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about. Why don’t you tell me what I’ve been doing, clearly,” he said, goading you on.
“You’ve been teasing me about ‘Ji all night. I thought you didn’t hold anything against me for still having feelings for him?” you questioned in a lowered voice, feeling a little hurt.
He leaned in to kiss away your pout, “I am anything but mad at you about that, trust me.”
“Then why-?”
Hearing Toji close the fridge, Sukuna quickly cut you off with a hushed question of his own.
“Have you noticed that Fushiguro can never keep his eyes off your tits? I bet he'd love to slip his dick in between them."
Toji was back in the living room, dropping into his seat before you could respond.
You attempted to suppress your reaction to that mental imagery and relax in your boyfriend’s lap like nothing’s happened. But your emotions were a mess; you didn’t know if you felt more turned on or pissed off at what Sukuna had just said to you.
Then your boyfriend had to make it all the worse by whispering in your ear once more.
“I'd let him fuck you, you know? All you have to do is say the word baby."
Reaching your limit, you jumped up from his lap and threw out “I have to go to the bathroom,” before scurrying to your bedroom and shutting the door.
The silence you left behind was loud.
“Sukuna, what is up with our girl? She’s been twitchy and flushed all night.”
“Our girl huh?” Sukuna asked with a shark like grin.
“Tch,” Toji uttered before taking a swig of his beer.
“Your girl, whatever. You know what I meant to say.”
"Fushiguro, when are you planning to man up and tell her how you feel?"
Toji stiffened momentarily, like a cornered wild animal at the dangerous lilt in his voice. The dark haired man knew he could easily best any random schmuck on the street. But between him and Sukuna, it would be a close call.
"Have you smoked too much tonight? You’re dating her already," he grumbled, unintentionally letting some of his for longing seep through.
Sukuna rested his back against the couch, observing Toji’s demeanor. For anyone that didn’t know him well, it’d look like the other man couldn’t care less about the conversation topic. But he knows his best friend on a much deeper level. Going through puberty together and bonding over the same woman would do that you anyone. So nothing gets past him now, including the slight twitch in between his brows that signified he’s feeling antsy.
“I know we’re together. But I’m talking about you and my girl right now.”
Toji let out a prolonged sigh, deflating as all the fight left his body.
“Look, I get it if you don’t like me making googly eyes at her. But I’m not doing it to be disrespectful, she’s just so-” he cut himself off before he could carry on with that train of thought.
After gathering himself, he continued.
“You know how I feel about her. I can leave if I’ve made either of you uncomfortable,” he said in a somber tone. He then reached for the grinder, rolling paper and cone to pack a new joint while he waited for Sukuna to respond.
“Oh I’m very comfortable and so is she. You’re the only one looking like a kicked puppy here.”
Toji felt a spike of irritation course through his veins. He took a deep breath before he let his temper get the best of him.
“So what, you’re gloating over getting with her before I had the chance to? You want ass pats or something you dick?”
Sukuna took a hit of the remainder of his joint, inhaling deeply before letting a plume of smoke waft out of his open maw. Then he ashed it before setting it down.
"You're denser than I thought Fushiguro, but don't worry, I'll throw you a bone tonight."
“What-” is all Toji is able to get out before you return. And instead of sitting in Sukuna’s lap like before, you sit on the couch cushion next to him.
The three of you easily slip back into your usual banter. But you sense that something is off between your boyfriend and Toji. Especially with the weighted looks they keep exchanging as the hours slip by.
After tackling a fat joint together and playing a few more rounds of cards – your eyelids start to droop against your will. When there is an extended lapse in the conversation, Toji looked up to see your head resting on Sukuna’s shoulder. The subtle motion of your chest rising and falling with each breath, paired with the relaxed look on your face reminded him of an angel.
“Seems that she’s had enough for tonight, go tuck her in,” Toji said.
Sukuna nodded before lifting you up like you weighed nothing.
“You know where your room is, see you in the morning,” he says over his shoulder as he disappeared with you into the hallway.
Toji gathered up the empty beer bottles scattered across the coffee table then threw them away before heading to bed. He’s stayed over so often that he’s started to leave pajamas, toiletries and shoes behind for when he inevitably returns. After showering in the ensuite bathroom and settling under the duvet, his mind would not let him rest.
His thoughts kept circling around you and Sukuna.
Toji hoped that once you got with his best friend, his attraction to you would fade over time. But everything you did still drove him crazy.
Each time you gloated after a win your juicy tits bounced beneath your shirt.
When you flashed a smile his way it made his heart race and his dick that much harder.
And when you flushed over him calling you doll…let’s just say he’ll be fisting his cock to the expression on your face for many nights to come.
And Toji would be blind not to notice how rattled you were this evening. He would kill to know what filth Sukuna was spewing in your ear to make you squirm like that.
This train of thought led him to ruminate over Sukuna’s pointed questions while you were out of the room. His friend knows how infatuated he’s been with you since you all were kids. It’d be hard to subdue his attraction to you – his dream girl.
You tested his restraint whenever he was around, and he had to swallow down so many things.
How you make his heart flutter each time he sees you.
How he’d do anything for you to look at him the same way you look at Sukuna.
How he’s been unable to stomach seriously dating women since meeting you.
After tossing and turning, Toji finally began to drift off. But a small noise brought him back to the surface of consciousness. That sound resembled a whimper, but before he could brush it off as his imagination it happened again along with a high pitched whine.
Toji’s breath caught in his throat as the realization hit him. Just watching you from across the table all night was torturous enough. Now he has to hear you get fucked by his friend???
Being a light sleeper always bit you in the ass, especially tonight. When Sukuna carried you to your bedroom you were jostled awake. Then the events of tonight slowly resurfaced. This, along with the joints you smoked resulted in pure arousal hitting you like a freight train.
Which is how you landed in your current predicament.
You are trying your hardest to contain your moans while your boyfriend’s length rubbed against your walls in the most satisfying way.
Guilt loomed in the back of your mind for doing this while your friend is in the next room over. But you desperately needed an outlet for all the tension built up within your tummy as the night unfolded.
Your thighs are slotted onto each side of your boyfriend’s waist while you bounce on his thick cock. The sticky plap plap plap sounds produced each time you met his pelvis felt like they were so loud in the early hours of the morning. But you couldn’t stop your hips from seeking out the pleasure that his rigid rod was giving you.
And Sukuna is still being a menace, continuing where he left off in the living room. Suggesting filthy things that made you quiver both inside and out while he squeezed and fondled your chest.
"Fuuuuuck this little pussy is pulsating and I just slid into you. Should I call Fushiguro in here to fill up your mouth?"
You whimpered and shook your head.
"Then why are you so wet tonight? Is it because he’s here, slut?" he hisses out before delivering a stinging slap to your ass.
“Kuna!” you cried out as you involuntarily spasm around him.
"What is my cock not enough for this greedy pussy?" he teased as his hands sunk into the fat of your hips. Helping you slam down harder onto him, making you see stars.
On a particularly hard snap of his hips, his length brushed against the spot that makes your brain tingle. Prompting your mouth to drop open, letting out unfiltered moans. You were pliant in his hold as he pulled your chest down to meet his. Then he planted both of his feet on the bed to fuck up into you with brutal thrusts.
As the haze of pleasure engulfs you, you hoped with your entire being that Toji was asleep during all of this.
Toji is very much not asleep.
And how could he be with your barely muffled voice quivering in the next room over?
Feeling irritated with how quickly he got hard from a few muffled whimpers, he rolled over and groaned into his pillow.
Giving up on falling back asleep – Toji got out of bed and headed towards the door of the guestroom. He figured he’d crack open another beer or two in the kitchen while you two finished up.
But when he stepped foot into the hallway, two things became alarmingly clear.
1. This was a terrible idea.
2. Your bedroom door was left ajar.
Standing frozen, Toji debates whether he should retreat back into his room or risk shuffling past your bedroom door.
When the alluring harmony of your sopping wet pussy and your desperate moans reach his ears unfiltered, the decision is out of his hands. If Toji was a better man he’d be locking himself inside the guestroom right now, trying to block all of this out. But instead, it feels like he is being physically pulled towards your bedroom door. As he stops just shy of the gap, multiple scenarios play out in his head.
In the best case, he can just sate his curiosity with a glance and pretend like this never happened. But in the worst case, Sukuna will kick his ass and ban him from their apartment. Not taking long to deliberate, his dick cast the final vote as he leans into the small opening.
The sight that greets him almost makes him cum on the spot.
It was dark in your bedroom besides the soft glow emanating from the LED lights on your ceiling. You are naked as the day you were born, glistening with sweat. And Sukuna was rutting into your from below.
From his position Toji had a clear view of the way your ass rippled with each ruthless thrust up into your cunt. The slick coating Sukuna's cock each time he exited was visible from the door and it made Toji's mouth water.
Feeling too entangled to back out now, Toji pulls his heavy member out of his basketball shorts and wraps a hand around it. He uses the pre-cum gathering at his tip to lubricate his hand. Then, he strokes himself while watching the best friend he's in love with get pounded into by his other best friend.
How fucked up of a person was he?
Within a few strokes Toji knows he won’t last long.
You were mewling as your boyfriend molded the shape of himself into your snug walls.
“Fuck Kuna, you've been so mean to me all night."
"How have I been mean to you woman?" he huffs back.
"You know what you’ve been doing," you petulantly whined.
Sukuna chuckled darkly, as movement catches his eye near the door. ‘Gotcha’, he thought.
“I don't think I do," he murmured.
"About my crush on Toji. I know you said you aren’t mad, but it feels like you are punishing me for it.”
“I could never be mad at you for that baby,” he cooed back.
“Do you promise Kuna?”
“I promise,” Sukuna says.
Deciding to give his friend a good show – Sukuna lifts you off of him then repositions you on all fours, facing the doorway. Now the tits his friend coveted and your blissed out expression were on full display.
Then, he places one foot on the bed. His balls tapped against your ass each time he sunk into you. You begin to babble incoherently as your walls close in tighter around his length. Like you didn’t want to let him go for too long.
Feeling his balls draw up, Sukuna groaned. He wrapped his hand around your front, landing on your clit. Then, he homes in on your g-spot and rubs your clit just the way you like causing you to lurch forward.
“Don’t run now, come on this cock princess,” he purrs.
You do, almost on command. And with the feeling of your muscles rhythmically squeezing around him – he has no choice but to follow. Dumping his warm, gooey load deep inside of you.
As you collapse face first into the ruined sheets you think you hear a sound that didn’t come from you nor Sukuna. But that thought slips away as sleep claims you.
You are already snoring by the time your boyfriend returns to clean you up.
The next morning Toji is acting weird.
His responses to your boyfriend are short and clipped while he seems bashful when speaking to you. After you all eat breakfast together, he washes the dishes before rushing out of the apartment.
When you send a confused glance your boyfriend’s way he shrugs like he’s just as lost as you are.
But now that Sukuna’s planted the idea into both of your heads, he can see the finish line.
The two of you just needed a few more nudges.
A/N: So did we like this or nah? I read JJK fics all the time and wanted to dip my toes in 🫣
Boyfriend Sukuna Lets Best Friend Toji Watch You Two Fuck - Sukuna x reader
Summary: Modern AU where you, Sukuna and Toji have been best friends since you were kids. Over time they each developed a crush on you, and you felt the same about them both. When one of them asks you out, what happens when you still harbor a crush on the other?
Content: MDNI, explicit smut, fem!reader implied, lots of buildup, voyeurism, Toji and the reader yearn for each other, Sukuna feigning for the reader and Toji to kiss (and fuck) sooooo bad, Sukuna teasing tf out the reader, pet names (doll, princess, baby), alcohol use, weed use (3.3k wc)
A/N: Inspired by both Sukuna and Toji falling in love with my mii on my Tomodachi Life island 🤭
(Photo cred: Sukuna – @/crumplstiltskin (Twitter), Toji – @/hunnismokah (Tumblr))
It was one of those Friday nights where you, your boyfriend Sukuna and your best friend Toji were hanging out in your apartment. You all were inebriated in some sort of fashion. Toji from polishing off countless beers, Sukuna from sharing a few joints with you and you from a combination of joints and periodic sips of your choice of wine.
The three of you have been a pivotal part of each other’s lives since you were children, through the good, the bad and the downright ugly moments. Including you bleeding through your shorts as a teen, stress fueled breakdowns over finals, and hungover mornings after parties.
When you and Sukuna became a couple after college you were worried the close dynamic between your trio would change or weaken. But if anything, it has strengthened.
Toji was a frequent visitor to your shared apartment with Sukuna, with his visits occurring at least once per month. Whether it was for movie night, shared dinners or just to talk shit – it always ended the same. With him staying the night in the guest room that you’ve all jokingly dubbed as his room.
Toji would say that you and Sukuna were hounding him to come over in jest, but you all knew the truth. None of you felt right when you’re away from each other for too long.
And like many other Friday nights before, you all were hanging out again. This time, the three of you were spread out around your living room coffee table. A card game was your entertainment. Drinks were plentiful and music from your shared playlist was crooning softly in the background.
But there was something in the air that made this night feel a little different.
When you and Sukuna got together you nervously confessed that you had a crush on Toji as well – afraid that this would be a dealbreaker for him. But to your surprise, Sukuna just smirked and muttered “I know baby,” like you’ve just told him something mundane.
“It doesn’t bother you Kuna?”
He scoffed. “Why would it? Toji and I have wanted you for years. We both agreed that there would be no hard feeling against whoever ended up with you.”
You two haven’t mentioned that conversation since that day, yet it’s lived rent free in your mind since. And as those few sentences loop in your skull, you’re left with so many questions.
Why was Sukuna not jealous?
Does Toji still want you?
Has he moved on?
How exactly did that conversation between them come up?
When no answers made themselves known, a cloud of frustration washed over you. This causes you to place your cards face down on the coffee table and sink back into the couch. Then, you rubbed your eyes and groaned, attempting to rid yourself of these vexing thoughts.
“What’s wrong doll?” Toji’s deep, gravelly voice cuts through your self-induced anguish, bringing you back to the present time. Both him and Sukuna were waiting for you to go next, but your mind was in shambles at the moment.
You feel your skin warm at how easily his old pet name for you rolls off of his tongue. Although he’s referred to you as that for years, it still flustered you. Whenever he called you doll it made you feel like something beautiful that needed to be cherished. And since you and Sukuna became official, he’s been ballsy enough not to stop.
Not that your boyfriend seemed to mind in the slightest.
You remove your hands from your eyes and look Toji’s way. At some point during the card game he’s taken off his shirt and is left wearing a skintight tank top with some basketball shorts. His well-muscled arms are on full display and biceps looked as bitable as ever.
You fumbled to come up with an excuse. “It’s nothing ‘Ji, I’m just not good at this game.”
Sukuna hummed from his seat to your right. “I don’t think that’s it, but I’ll let your little lie slide for now.”
You whip your head to the side and give your boyfriend a nasty look. Seeming more amused than chastised, he snorted then pat his leg – beckoning you over.
“Come here princess, I’ll teach you how to play.”
You crawl the short distance between you two along the couch, ending up in his lap. Sitting sideways so you can still see his face and not hinder him placing a card down. Once you’re situated, Sukuna explained step by step what he’s doing and why as he played a shortened round of the card game with Toji. Listening to your boyfriend made you feel at ease because it served as a distraction from the piercing green eyes you’ve caught tracing your figure multiple times tonight.
But soon, Sukuna’s whispered explanations transformed into taunting questions that made your heart race and your pussy ache.
It started with him asking, "You always were a slut for him in a tank top. Do you think he wore that for you tonight?"
You jolted in his lap, feeling like you’ve been shocked.
Within a few minutes of recovering from that, his sinful mouth got to work again while you took a hit from the joint.
“Are you squirming because of me or Fushiguro?"
Completely caught off guard, you were sent into a coughing fit.
As you fought for your life – you heard Toji make a questioning sound. Which Sukuna responded to while handing you the glass of wine you’ve been nursing all night. Then, they continued playing.
A few rounds later, Toji got up to rummage through your fridge for more drinks. You waited until he was in the kitchen before turning to face your boyfriend.
“Kuna, what has gotten into you tonight?”
“Hmmm,” he paused dramatically, tapping his chin.
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about. Why don’t you tell me what I’ve been doing, clearly,” he said, goading you on.
“You’ve been teasing me about ‘Ji all night. I thought you didn’t hold anything against me for still having feelings for him?” you questioned in a lowered voice, feeling a little hurt.
He leaned in to kiss away your pout, “I am anything but mad at you about that, trust me.”
“Then why-?”
Hearing Toji close the fridge, Sukuna quickly cut you off with a hushed question of his own.
“Have you noticed that Fushiguro can never keep his eyes off your tits? I bet he'd love to slip his dick in between them."
Toji was back in the living room, dropping into his seat before you could respond.
You attempted to suppress your reaction to that mental imagery and relax in your boyfriend’s lap like nothing’s happened. But your emotions were a mess; you didn’t know if you felt more turned on or pissed off at what Sukuna had just said to you.
Then your boyfriend had to make it all the worse by whispering in your ear once more.
“I'd let him fuck you, you know? All you have to do is say the word baby."
Reaching your limit, you jumped up from his lap and threw out “I have to go to the bathroom,” before scurrying to your bedroom and shutting the door.
The silence you left behind was loud.
“Sukuna, what is up with our girl? She’s been twitchy and flushed all night.”
“Our girl huh?” Sukuna asked with a shark like grin.
“Tch,” Toji uttered before taking a swig of his beer.
“Your girl, whatever. You know what I meant to say.”
"Fushiguro, when are you planning to man up and tell her how you feel?"
Toji stiffened momentarily, like a cornered wild animal at the dangerous lilt in his voice. The dark haired man knew he could easily best any random schmuck on the street. But between him and Sukuna, it would be a close call.
"Have you smoked too much tonight? You’re dating her already," he grumbled, unintentionally letting some of his for longing seep through.
Sukuna rested his back against the couch, observing Toji’s demeanor. For anyone that didn’t know him well, it’d look like the other man couldn’t care less about the conversation topic. But he knows his best friend on a much deeper level. Going through puberty together and bonding over the same woman would do that you anyone. So nothing gets past him now, including the slight twitch in between his brows that signified he’s feeling antsy.
“I know we’re together. But I’m talking about you and my girl right now.”
Toji let out a prolonged sigh, deflating as all the fight left his body.
“Look, I get it if you don’t like me making googly eyes at her. But I’m not doing it to be disrespectful, she’s just so-” he cut himself off before he could carry on with that train of thought.
After gathering himself, he continued.
“You know how I feel about her. I can leave if I’ve made either of you uncomfortable,” he said in a somber tone. He then reached for the grinder, rolling paper and cone to pack a new joint while he waited for Sukuna to respond.
“Oh I’m very comfortable and so is she. You’re the only one looking like a kicked puppy here.”
Toji felt a spike of irritation course through his veins. He took a deep breath before he let his temper get the best of him.
“So what, you’re gloating over getting with her before I had the chance to? You want ass pats or something you dick?”
Sukuna took a hit of the remainder of his joint, inhaling deeply before letting a plume of smoke waft out of his open maw. Then he ashed it before setting it down.
"You're denser than I thought Fushiguro, but don't worry, I'll throw you a bone tonight."
“What-” is all Toji is able to get out before you return. And instead of sitting in Sukuna’s lap like before, you sit on the couch cushion next to him.
The three of you easily slip back into your usual banter. But you sense that something is off between your boyfriend and Toji. Especially with the weighted looks they keep exchanging as the hours slip by.
After tackling a fat joint together and playing a few more rounds of cards – your eyelids start to droop against your will. When there is an extended lapse in the conversation, Toji looked up to see your head resting on Sukuna’s shoulder. The subtle motion of your chest rising and falling with each breath, paired with the relaxed look on your face reminded him of an angel.
“Seems that she’s had enough for tonight, go tuck her in,” Toji said.
Sukuna nodded before lifting you up like you weighed nothing.
“You know where your room is, see you in the morning,” he says over his shoulder as he disappeared with you into the hallway.
Toji gathered up the empty beer bottles scattered across the coffee table then threw them away before heading to bed. He’s stayed over so often that he’s started to leave pajamas, toiletries and shoes behind for when he inevitably returns. After showering in the ensuite bathroom and settling under the duvet, his mind would not let him rest.
His thoughts kept circling around you and Sukuna.
Toji hoped that once you got with his best friend, his attraction to you would fade over time. But everything you did still drove him crazy.
Each time you gloated after a win your juicy tits bounced beneath your shirt.
When you flashed a smile his way it made his heart race and his dick that much harder.
And when you flushed over him calling you doll…let’s just say he’ll be touching himself to the expression on your face for many nights to come.
And Toji would be blind not to notice how rattled you were this evening. He would kill to know what filth Sukuna was spewing in your ear to make you squirm like that.
This train of thought led him to ruminate over Sukuna’s pointed questions while you were out of the room. His friend knows how infatuated he’s been with you since you all were kids. It’d be hard to subdue his attraction to you – his dream girl.
You tested his restraint whenever he was around, and he had to swallow down so many things.
How you make his heart flutter each time he sees you.
How he’d do anything for you to look at him the same way you look at Sukuna.
How he’s been unable to stomach seriously dating women since meeting you.
After tossing and turning, Toji finally began to drift off. But a small noise brought him back to the surface of consciousness. That sound resembled a whimper, but before he could brush it off as his imagination it happened again along with a high pitched whine.
Toji’s breath caught in his throat as the realization hit him. Just watching you from across the table all night was torturous enough. Now he has to hear you get fucked by his friend???
Being a light sleeper always bit you in the ass, especially tonight. When Sukuna carried you to your bedroom you were jostled awake. Then the events of tonight slowly resurfaced. This, along with the joints you smoked resulted in pure arousal hitting you like a freight train.
Which is how you landed in your current predicament.
You are trying your hardest to contain your moans while your boyfriend’s length rubbed against your walls in the most satisfying way.
Guilt loomed in the back of your mind for doing this while your friend is in the next room over. But you desperately needed an outlet for all the tension built up within your tummy as the night unfolded.
Your thighs are slotted onto each side of your boyfriend’s waist while you bounce on his thick cock. The sticky plap plap plap sounds produced each time you met his pelvis felt like they were so loud in the early hours of the morning. But you couldn’t stop your hips from seeking out the pleasure that his rigid rod was giving you.
And Sukuna is still being a menace, continuing where he left off in the living room. Suggesting filthy things that made you quiver both inside and out while he squeezed and fondled your chest.
"Fuuuuuck this little pussy is pulsating and I just slid into you. Should I call Fushiguro in here to fill up your mouth?"
You whimpered and shook your head.
"Then why are you so wet tonight? Is it because he’s here, slut?" he hisses out before delivering a stinging slap to your ass.
“Kuna!” you cried out as you involuntarily spasm around him.
"What is my cock not enough for this greedy pussy?" he teased as his hands sunk into the fat of your hips. Helping you slam down harder onto him, making you see stars.
On a particularly hard snap of his hips, his length brushed against the spot that makes your brain tingle. Prompting your mouth to drop open, letting out unfiltered moans. You were pliant in his hold as he pulled your chest down to meet his. Then he planted both of his feet on the bed to fuck up into you with brutal thrusts.
As the haze of pleasure engulfs you, you hoped with your entire being that Toji was asleep during all of this.
Toji is very much not asleep.
And how could he be with your barely muffled voice quivering in the next room over?
Feeling irritated with how quickly he got hard from a few muffled whimpers, he rolled over and groaned into his pillow.
Giving up on falling back asleep – Toji got out of bed and headed towards the door of the guestroom. He figured he’d crack open another beer or two in the kitchen while you two finished up.
But when he stepped foot into the hallway, two things became alarmingly clear.
1. This was a terrible idea.
2. Your bedroom door was left ajar.
Standing frozen, Toji debates whether he should retreat back into his room or risk shuffling past your bedroom door.
When the alluring harmony of your sopping wet pussy and your desperate moans reach his ears unfiltered, the decision is out of his hands. If Toji was a better man he’d be locking himself inside the guestroom right now, trying to block all of this out. But instead, it feels like he is being physically pulled towards your bedroom door. As he stops just shy of the gap, multiple scenarios play out in his head.
In the best case, he can just sate his curiosity with a glance and pretend like this never happened. But in the worst case, Sukuna will kick his ass and ban him from their apartment. Not taking long to deliberate, his dick cast the final vote as he leans into the small opening.
The sight that greets him almost makes him cum on the spot.
It was dark in your bedroom besides the soft glow emanating from the LED lights on your ceiling. You are naked as the day you were born, glistening with sweat. And Sukuna was rutting into your from below.
From his position Toji had a clear view of the way your ass rippled with each ruthless thrust up into your cunt. The slick coating Sukuna's cock each time he exited was visible from the door and it made Toji's mouth water.
Feeling too entangled to back out now, Toji pulls his heavy member out of his basketball shorts and wraps a hand around it. He uses the pre-cum gathering at his tip to lubricate his hand. Then, he strokes himself while watching the best friend he's in love with get pounded into by his other best friend.
How fucked up of a person was he?
Within a few strokes Toji knows he won’t last long.
You were mewling as your boyfriend molded the shape of himself into your snug walls.
“Fuck Kuna, you've been so mean to me all night."
"How have I been mean to you woman?" he huffs back.
"You know what you’ve been doing," you petulantly whined.
Sukuna chuckled darkly, as movement catches his eye near the door. ‘Gotcha’, he thought.
“I don't think I do," he murmured.
"About my crush on Toji. I know you said you aren’t mad, but it feels like you are punishing me for it.”
“I could never be mad at you for that baby,” he cooed back.
“Do you promise Kuna?”
“I promise,” Sukuna says.
Deciding to give his friend a good show – Sukuna lifts you off of him then repositions you on all fours, facing the doorway. Now the tits his friend coveted and your blissed out expression were on full display.
Then, he places one foot on the bed. His balls tapped against your ass each time he sunk into you. You begin to babble incoherently as your walls close in tighter around his length. Like you didn’t want to let him go for too long.
Feeling his balls draw up, Sukuna groaned. He wrapped his hand around your front, landing on your clit. Then, he homes in on your g-spot and rubs your clit just the way you like causing you to lurch forward.
“Don’t run now, come on this cock princess,” he purrs.
You do, almost on command. And with the feeling of your muscles rhythmically squeezing around him – he has no choice but to follow. Dumping his warm, gooey load deep inside of you.
As you collapse face first into the ruined sheets you think you hear a sound that didn’t come from you nor Sukuna. But that thought slips away as sleep claims you.
You are already snoring by the time your boyfriend returns to clean you up.
The next morning Toji is acting weird.
His responses to your boyfriend are short and clipped while he seems bashful when speaking to you. After you all eat breakfast together, he washes the dishes before rushing out of the apartment.
When you send a confused glance your boyfriend’s way he shrugs like he’s just as lost as you are.
But now that Sukuna’s planted the idea into both of your heads, he can see the finish line.
The two of you just needed a few more nudges.
A/N: So did we like this or nah? I read JJK fics all the time and wanted to dip my toes in 🫣
Summary: Confessing a long-held fantasy to Sylus resulted in you running for your life in a forest. Can you outrun the leader of Onychinus? Doubtful, but you were having the time of your life trying anyway.
Content: MDNI, explicit smut, fem!reader implied, role play, primal play (chasing, being hunted), reader is held down and restrained, rough, teasing, manhandling, inappropriate use of evol, Sylus is a little mean in this, rip to the reader’s hole 🙏🏾 (3k wc)
A/N: Um…idek what came over me. I had to take breaks while I wrote this tbh🫣
Current time:
Barreling ahead, you tried your best not to stumble over the fallen tree branches, rocks and debris decorating the forest floor. It felt like you had been running away from him all night.
Although you would consider yourself in shape, even fighting wanderers did not push your body to its limit as much as tonight has. Your breathing was labored to the point that you were worried you would give away your position.
Determination was the main thing keeping you focused. But if you were being brutally honest — your legs and feet were starting to ache, and your body was enveloped in a thin layer of sweat.
You’re not sure how much longer you can go on like this. That coupled with the fact that you have not caught sight or heard him yet had your nerves working overtime. Just when taking a break started to look like a real possibility — the sound of a twig snapping close by prompted you to keep moving.
You knew he was intentionally messing with you. Because, you have experienced how soundlessly he could move around when he wanted to. But, having no other choice, you shook out your wobbly legs and were off again.
Flashback:
You’ve been pacing for the past few minutes, and your stomach was in knots.
Currently, you were waiting for Sylus to show up to your apartment because you had something important to discuss with him. This topic was nothing new. You’ve tried — and failed — casually bringing up your interest in a certain kink. A kink that involved being chased, hunted, held down and dominated. Just thinking about Sylus doing any of those things to you was thrilling. But you clam up every time you try to start a discussion.
It was beyond frustrating.
To further complicate matters, you aren’t the best at explaining things. The longer your garbled explanations went on, the more you unraveled. And soon after came the overwhelmed tears. Your boyfriend, Sylus — bless his heart — has been endlessly patient with you. It’s like he instinctually knew you were trying to express something that’s deeply personal but you’re weren’t ready to yet.
He's never pushed you. But you can tell he is genuinely interested in and curious about what you want to say. No matter what he is up to at the time, he drops everything to give you his full attention. Sylus consistently makes you feel seen, heard and loved. Which is why you wanted to share this with him, despite the embarrassment it is taking to reach your destination. And after experiencing the crushing feeling that accompanied yet another failed attempt a few days ago — you made a decision.
To improve your odds, you’ve been practicing how this conversation may go. Both by yourself and with the help of your friends Tara and Simone. You’re not entirely sure either of them will look at you the same after your practice sessions, but they were good sports about it. And as a thank you, you gifted a spooky cat themed tarot card deck to Tara and a unique weapon (to modify as she pleased) to Simone.
After agonizing over having this conversation for real this time, you decided to take the leap of faith. You were sure that Sylus wouldn’t turn you down, because he is always encouraging (begging) you to be greedy about the things you want. Whether it be obtaining material items, spending time with him, or trying new things in the bedroom. All you have to do is ask.
But asking is the step that’s giving you the most trouble. It is the only thing standing in between you and fulfilling your long-held fantasy. You’ve never felt safe enough to bring up with anyone really (besides friends of course). But you’re sick of holding this in, you need to let it out. For better or worse.
Standing still for the first time in the past hour, you audibly sighed and covered your eyes as reality hit. You’re going to discuss something incredibly vulnerable today.
You can, and have, trusted Sylus with your life but even the slim chance of being judged for your interests was putting you on edge. Before you can spiral further, a knock on the glass door of your balcony drew your attention.
Hurrying over to let him in, you try to force a smile despite your inner turmoil.
“You were going to wear away the wood flooring if I let you pace any longer.”
Ah. He was always too observant for your own good.
“Very funny,” you grumbled while rolling your eyes.
Taking one of his hands in yours, you tugged him towards your living room couch without another word. When he sits down you don’t join him. Instead, you stand in front of him, looking down as you fiddled with the hemline of your shirt.
Your nerves were shot.
And somehow the practice sessions you held with your friends have all but slipped your mind. This left you feeling like a deer caught in headlights as your mouth opened then shut without making a sound.
“I haven’t seen you this nervous before. Come here and tell me what’s on your mind. Between the two of us, I’m sure we can resolve it.”
Sylus held out a hand to you, his thick eyebrows furrowed in concern. Once you placed your hand in his, he pulled you down to sit sideways in his lap. You could feel his carmine eyes trace your face, trying to glean what was wrong without pestering you to speak before you were ready.
You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply to steel yourself. The pounding of your heart was so strong you wondered if he could hear it.
“Sylus…I wanted to ask you something.”
“Go on. You can ask me anything,” he replied in a dulcet tone that put you at ease.
Finally feeling emboldened, you asked the burning question that was on your mind.
“What do you know about primal play?”
Current time:
Tonight was anything but normal. Mainly because you were trying your hardest to evade an apex predator.
Someone who seemed to have:
No weaknesses
Immeasurable amounts of strength
Unbelievable movement speed
Impeccable strategic skills
You’re not sure how much longer you can keep narrowly escaping capture. It’s obvious he’s toying with you, because if he really wanted to, he could catch you in an instant.
You’re begrudgingly grateful that he’s playing along though, because despite your exhausted state you don’t want this to end anytime soon. You’ve been horny since receiving your invitation yesterday.
Sy 🐦⬛♥️: 1.28175°N, 103.85137°E
Sy 🐦⬛♥️: tomorrow, 10 pm
Although the entire premise of tonight was based around your fantasies — you had no idea how real it would feel to be in this situation. Your pulse was racing, your mouth was dry, and you could not stop darting your eyes around. You were practically expecting him to emerge from the shadows at any moment.
You can’t help but feel that your capture is imminent. Yet, in spite of this, you continue to push your body forward. Tonight, you’ve had the opportunity to use a few skills obtained from working at the Hunter’s Association to your advantage.
After a few minutes of aimlessly wandering around, you reached a clearing. Said clearing held a tree stump that looked like the perfect seat to rest your weary body on. You knew that letting down your guard right now was not the wisest choice. But at the same time, you did not want to collapse from fatigue before the real fun began. So, you sluggishly made your way to the stump, plopped down, and finally gave your overworked feet a brief respite.
You were mid yawn when a hand covered your mouth, smashing your lips against his palm. When you tensed up, a firm arm wrapped around your waist caging you in completely.
Your eyes popped open as you instinctively struggled against the ensnarement. Wriggling your body, twisting your head side to side, and even trying to bite the hand that was covering your mouth did not faze your captor. In the end, you only succeeded in tiring yourself out.
And during all of this, he was silent behind you. No huffs of amusement, no words uttered. Just sheer strength preventing your body from moving away from his. When you ran out of energy to fight back it was eerily silent in the forest. This not only unnerved you, but it made your heart pump harder against your chest.
All you could hear was your own heavy breathing and the sound of leaves rustling in the wind. It was nearly pitch black around you, barring the twinkling stars overhead serving as your saving grace.
Satisfied with seeing the fight leave your body, he finally spoke.
“Did you really think you could hide from me?”
Your face flushed at his mocking tone.
With your mouth still covered, you could not answer him. Instead, a muffled whimper was your only reply.
“No matter where you are, who you are with, or what you are doing. I will always be able to find you.”
Still keeping ahold of you, he leaned down then ran his nose along the column of your neck starting from where it met your shoulder all the way up to your ear. You shuddered hearing him inhale your scent like it was a delicacy, purposefully exhaling on the shell of your sensitive ear.
“Do you know why that is?”
Struggling to stay present and not succumb to the arousing sensations it took you a while to realize he was waiting for a response. You shook your head.
“Because you are mine.”
He said it so confidently, like it is a universal truth. Like you belonging to him was a fact that could not be disproven nor rendered obsolete. Which did nothing to dampen how turned on you were. Since he caught you unawares, your panties have been pasted to you. Sticky with evidence of your need.
After his declaration he removed his hand from your mouth and wasted no time pushing you off the stump.
You squealed as your hands and knees met the ground.
“W- what are you doing?” you asked breathily.
Sylus chuckled lowly without answering you. Since you met, there have been plenty of laughs shared between the two of you. But tonight, it sounded like his voice dropped an octave. And it sent a chill down your spine.
“Guess,” he purred.
You gulped as he started to strip you of your clothing. First your shoes and socks, then he rolled your athletic tights down your legs. You were left in nothing but your damp underwear, t-shirt and sports bra, practically laid bare but completely at his mercy. It made you feel vulnerable in a way that was exhilarating yet uncomfortable.
As Sylus turned away to place your clothes in a neat stack, you were on your feet once again. Running into the woods with bare feet. The crunch of fallen leaves under your soles echoed loudly in your ears.
Goosebumps broke out on your skin when his incredulous chuckle reached you. Quicker than your eyes could track, Sylus appeared in front of you, blocking your path. His right eye glowed as his gaze was intent on you, giving him insight into your deepest desires. Further stripping away any layer of protection — mental or otherwise — you had left.
You tried to juke him, but he wasn’t easily fooled, instead, you crashed right into his chest. A whoosh of air was forced out of your lungs on impact.
Tired of your games, he quickly clamped his arms around you. Your nipples pebbled in anticipation as your arms were trapped against your side and your chest was crushed against him.
“Bravo,” he murmured condescendingly.
“I thought you tired yourself out, but I suppose I was wrong.”
“And to think — I was being nice earlier. But if you want to play dirty…I will as well.”
The black and red tendrils of his evol surrounded your wrists, pulling them behind your back to act as makeshift handcuffs. Once your hands were secured, he made his way behind you. Then, he pressed down on your shoulders, making you drop to your knees. Next, he pushed on your back, encouraging you to bend over. Your cheek pressed into the ground, making you arch your underwear covered bottom towards him.
In what seemed to require as much effort as tearing a piece of paper in half — he ripped the gusset of your underwear in two to expose your sopping wet mound to the chilly nighttime air.
You trembled and held your breath as your hole winked in response to the sudden change in temperature. You were helpless, unable to do nothing but await his next move.
Sylus let out a guttural sound at the sight you made.
You were glistening between your folds under the moon light. The position you were in could not be more submissive. Watching you shake like a leaf on the forest floor made you look like an animal cowering in fear.
When you first proposed this idea Sylus was surprised to say the least. His sweet kitten requesting to be stalked, hunted and treated like an animal was never something he thought of. Admittedly your discussion gave him pause, but he agreed because he would try anything for you.
But tonight, he’s been caught off guard with how easily he stepped into this “predator” role. He hasn’t stopped bulging against the zipper of his pants since this show began.
And you…weren’t making things any easier. You performed beautifully tonight. And now that he’s restrained you, you looked like a ripe and juicy fruit, ready to be devoured.
So, he did.
When he dug his hands into the plush of your thighs, he felt you twitch in response. He used this hold to push your legs apart. Then, he leaned in to enjoy his well-earned meal.
He lapped hungrily at the seam of your mound making sure to lather plenty of saliva over your opening. He savored the sounds you made when he dipped his tongue teasingly into your hole, making your ass jiggle as you jolted forward.
You were never left unsatisfied with Sylus’ performance in the bedroom. But tonight, the way he moved, touched and tasted you was distinctly different. It’s like like he’s been possessed. The slurping and sucking sounds coming from behind you were making you blush. He was being so loud, unabashed in his pursuit of making your mind go blank.
You tried to pull away from him, but instead of a temporary reprieve, you cried out when he forcefully pulled you back onto his tongue. He pinched your clit as punishment before pulling away to gruffly say, “don’t run.”
Then he gathered some of your slick to rub your bundle of nerves, continuing to lick up your juices. The dual stimulation was sending sharp jolts of euphoria through you and before long you shattered against his face.
You felt Sylus growl against your pussy as you spasm. When you finally still and begin to relax into the dirt, his silky voice breaks through the peaceful atmosphere.
“We aren’t done.”
“I need a break, that was so much,” you protested, lacking conviction.
“Oh you don’t need a break kitten, you are perfectly ready to take me,” he said before notching himself against you then bottoming out in one push.
You keened from the struggle of adjusting to his sudden entry. It was no secret that Sylus encouraged you to take charge in and outside of the bedroom. But in contrast, seeing him indulge in his dominant side tonight made you feel hot all over. Your clit throbbed each time he bested you tonight and arrogantly exerted his control.
Sylus held onto your hips then withdrew until just his tip remained. With little pause he thrust back in — setting an unforgiving pace. Your gummy walls desperately clung to him, almost refusing to let go. His length was covered in your juices, nearly gluing his hips to your backside each time they met.
He was beyond elated to finally feel you, after watching your every move and trailing you throughout the forest. Your unrestrained moans were throwing him into a frenzy. With the last of his restraint gone, he couldn’t resist pounding you into the ground. He needed to draw more of those addicting sounds from you.
It turned him on beyond measure to see and feel how much you were enjoying this crushingly erotic experience. He could feel himself getting close, but he needed more of you.
He could never have enough.
Dissipating his evol, he pulled your torso towards him until your back met his chest. He settled his forearm around your neck to keep you in place.
Sylus did not squeeze your neck hard, but the firm presence of his veiny appendage made your breath catch in your throat. Not giving you much time to adjust to the new position, he carried on rutting into you until you saw stars.
As you approached your release, you melted against him while he continued burying himself into your aching hole. With little warning he filthily groaned into your ear before you felt him splash your insides with his essence.
Soon, you are tumbling over the edge as well — cursing as your walls convulse uncontrollably around his cock. When he pulled out, you winced as you felt the mess that was left behind.
Your body was wrung dry. And you can already feel where bruises will form tomorrow. But, in spite of it all, this was everything you could have hoped for. Your mind feels too cloudy to fully articulate how fulfilling this experience was.
“That was amazing,” you mumbled.
His gaze was fond as he helped you get dressed before picking you up.
Sylus chuckled as he rasped, “I’m glad you had fun sweetie. Let’s get you home so I can clean you up, hmm?”
As far as aftercare goes, Sylus did not skimp. After arriving to his place, he brought you a glass of water, placed you in a warm bath, fed you, then put you to both to bed.
Summary: Your nipples have become unbearably tender as your period approaches. Sylus notices and offers an interesting solution.
Content: MDNI, explicit smut, nipple sucking, nipple play, breast massage, fingering, semi-public sexual acts, Sylus being a smug tease, fem reader implied (2.6k wc)
A/N: True Life: I’m horny and my nipps hurt. ((sorry not sorry <3))
Your nipples have been an absolute nuisance for the past three days.
Anytime you brush past something it felt like too much.
You cannot sleep on your front anymore because it is sensory hell.
Your nipples – pebbled at all times whether you are cold/aroused or not.
On top of all this, your breasts are achy and sore, like you’ve had back to back chest days in the gym.
And forget about wearing a bra!! Having constant pressure on your chest is enough to ruin your day.
These symptoms began right after you finished ovulating, but you have never experienced them with such fervor before. And it is causing you unrelenting grief.
You were hoping this nightmare would end before today, because you had plans tonight with Sylus. But your hopes were dashed the minute you woke up, when that persisting awareness slapped you in the face.
You spent the day lazing around, but once it hit 4 pm you showered. After drying off and applying your usual products you mentally braced yourself to be uncomfortable for the next few hours.
It was time to put on the bra you bought specifically to wear with your dress for the evening. At the time when you were buying said bra you were hyped over how good it made your boobs look. But now, the bundle of fabric and foam was looking like more of a threat than any wanderer you’ve encountered.
You methodically put it on, somehow succeeding in not irritating your nipps. After, you slipped into your dress for tonight’s ceremony then moved on to applying your makeup.
With how slow you moved when putting on your bra, Sylus was at your place before you were finished.
“Running late Miss Hunter? I’m shocked.”
You huffed then trailed your eyes up to meet his amused reflection in your vanity mirror.
“Yeah, well I’ve been struggling a bit lately,” you said, hoping your anxiety over how you’ll survive the rest of the night didn’t seep through.
But with how swiftly his amused expression contorted into concern, you can tell that you failed.
“Should we stay in for the night then? No need to push yourself if you’re feeling unwell.”
Your heart warmed from his concern and a small smile graced your lips.
“I’m sure I’ll be okay. I was nominated for an award so I should at least be present. And I’m sure my coworkers would be heartbroken if Mr. Skye didn’t show up as promised,” you teased.
His eyes crinkled with his smile as he moved to stand behind you. His presence serving as a comfort while you put on the last bits of makeup.
“Are you certain kitten? I care more about your wellbeing than pleasing your coworkers. And I’m confident there will be plenty of other opportunities for us to catch up in the future.”
As he spoke you neatly put your makeup back into the vanity drawers before turning around to face him.
“I’m sure.”
He hums, then takes your hand in his to pull you to a standing position.
“Let’s get going then, Luke is our driver for tonight.”
Soon after arriving, you and Sylus are pulled into conversation with Simone, Tara, and a slew of UNICORNS team members. You have lost count over the number of people clamoring to speak with Sylus. The skill he must possess to entertain endless conversations about his “fruit business” while keeping a straight face is admirable.
By the time you two make it to your assigned seats, he has received three separate invitations to hang out along with multiple business inquiries.
Although you always enjoyed catching up with your coworkers, each hug you received and handed out caused you to inadvertently irritate your chest. With less to focus on now, your tender nipples are at the forefront of your mind again. And your bra is starting to feel like a torture device. You inconspicuously shift in your chair, hoping for any form of relief. But instead, the cups of your bra harshly drag against your buds making you visibly wince.
When you open your eyes, Sylus’ carmine gaze is already upon you. Assessing your pained expression.
He raises one of his eyebrows before leaning down towards your ear to whisper “Come with me.”
You were about to refuse before some very familiar black and red tendrils encircle one of your wrists, encouraging you to follow him. As you make your way down a darkened hallway you can’t help but question him.
“How do you know where you’re going?”
“I have my ways sweetie,” he replies smugly.
You purse your lips and remain silent, until he stops in front of what seems to be a closet door. When he opens it to peer inside, it is empty and seems rarely used.
“After you,” he says before following you in and quietly closing the door.
It would be pitch black inside the closet, if not for the sliver of light coming through the gap at the bottom of the door. You can hear him shift around a bit before he speaks.
“Will you tell me what’s wrong? You know I can’t stand to see you in pain.”
“Sylus, I said I’m fine. Let’s head back to our seats before they start announcing the awards,” you practically beg.
“Why won’t you tell me what is bothering you? If you’re adamant on staying through the entire ceremony, I can have Luke grab some painkillers for you.”
You shake your head, unsure if he can even see you in this darkened closet.
“That won’t help, I’ve tried that already,” you grumbled.
You can hear (and feel?) him take a step towards you. Something in the air shifts with his proximity.
“I could give better suggestions if I knew what the problem is.”
You feel your face heat up as you mumble your next words.
“It’smynipples.”
Neither of your say anything for what feels like hours.
“What about them?” he questions in an unreadable tone.
“I know,” he cuts in.
“To start, it’s the week before my period-”
“You know? How the fuck-”
“You share your period tracking data with me, remember?”
Your mind buffers before you can reply. “I'm aware. I just didn’t think you were actively monitoring it??”
“I like to know where you are in your cycle.”
Although you cannot see him right now, you can picture him shrugging in a nonchalant manner.
“I don’t even know how to respond to that.”
All you get is him chuckling as a reply.
“Anyway…back to my nipples. They have felt very sensitive the past few days, and I think it has to do with my hormones shifting? Every little touch feels like a zap of electricity. And this damn bra has been killing me since I put it on.”
He hums.
“Will a massage help? I’ll be as gentle or as rough as you need,” he says in a dulcet tone.
Butterflies rise in your tummy at his offer. You know he didn’t mean it sexually, but why did he have to say it like that?
“R-right now? Sylus they’re going to start the ceremony soon.”
Instead of answering he moves into your personal space, backing you into one of the walls of the supply closet. You can vaguely make out the shape of his left arm, placed on the wall above your head – blocking you in.
He leans down towards you until he is mere centimeters away from your face.
“I believe I asked you a question first kitten. Would a massage help?”
“Yes? No? Maybe so?”
You can’t help but squirm as arousal builds up in your core.
“F-fine. Just be extra gentle.”
You can almost feel his smirk from here.
“Anything for you,” he whispers before you feel both of his hands slide the straps of your dress off your shoulders. Then, he pulls down the top of your dress, exposing your bra. Lastly, he unhooks your bra from the front closure – allowing your breast room to relax.
You let out a sigh of relief, truly relaxing for what feels like the first time tonight. But just as quickly as you let your guard down, your breath is stolen when he cups each breast in the palm of his hands.
His touch feels searing against your pebbled nipples, almost like a heating pad was placed upon them. Once he begins massaging you, you have to bite your lip to hold back a whimper as pain mixes with bliss.
Besides your audible breathing and the involuntary sounds Sylus keeps pulling out of you, there is complete silence in the closet as he focuses on giving you a thorough rub down.
The arousal that you tried to keep at bay was creeping up again by the second. When you attempt to squeeze your thighs together for more stimulation Sylus speaks.
“I can feel you squirming. Do you need something else from me?”
You open your mouth to reply but your mind feels empty from the mounting pleasure.
“Cat got your tongue?” he teases.
He pauses to see if you’ll say something before continuing.
“Let me help you then. How does this feel?”
Your head shoots back and thumps against the wall behind you as his warm, wet tongue glides over your tender nipple. Goosebumps form on your arms from the unexpected sensation and you can feel a wet spot forming in your underwear.
Sylus groans as he lavishes one nipple with attention before switching to the other. Making sure to continue massaging the unoccupied breast, never letting one go without stimulation for long.
With his movements being so unpredictable in the darkness, you begin to tremble. Your hands shakily thread through his hair as you arch your back and try to push your breast further into his mouth.
He briefly pops off your nipple to encourage you.
“That’s it, take what you need from me.”
When he goes back to suckling, your pussy throbs and clenches around nothing indicating you are near your limit. You try to grind against him – seeking any friction for your neglected clit but Sylus holds you back.
“Come like this for me, you can do it,” he mumbles around the mouthful of your tit.
You jerk from the vibrations then he doubles his efforts. His fingers sink further into the flesh of your boobs as he massages them while starting to bob his head up and down each bundle of nerves. Sylus seemed entranced as loud slurps and pleased hums leave him.
The competing sensations and his sounds were driving you insane. So much so, that you could no longer suppress any of the needy whines you were holding back before.
The coil in your stomach gets unbearably tight right before you tip over the edge. You let out a gasp as wave after wave of pleasure slams through you. When you start to come down, erratic aftershocks wrack your body making your head feel fuzzy.
“Good job, I think you deserve a reward. Hmm?”
Your sluggish mind is still processing his words when you feel one of his hands slip underneath your dress. As it makes its way between your thighs – you fully come back down to Earth.
“You can’t be serious right now,” you whisper in disbelief.
“Oh, I’m very serious. Surely you aren’t satisfied with one measly orgasm,” he says in an incredulous tone, like he didn’t just fry your brain.
“Sy, my legs literally feel like jelly right now.”
He tsks in feigned disappointment before beginning to rub the seam of your pussy through your underwear.
“What have I told you about being greedier with your pleasure sweetie?”
Hearing his lascivious tone, you unconsciously clench your thighs around his hand as your clit tingles with renewed interest. And just like that – the last bit of your restraint is destroyed.
“Well, are you feeling greedy?” he whispers into the ever shrinking space between the two of your lips.
You take in a quivering breath before making an assenting sound.
Then, he presses his lips against yours, drawing you into in a mind melting kiss. Within a few moments, he returns his attention back to the space between your thighs.
You moan into his mouth as one of his fingers slides the gusset of your panties to the side to touch you directly. The feeling of his thick, middle finger trailing from your hole up to your clit coaxes your mind to empty once again.
He briefly backs away from your mouth, leaving your lips tingling in the aftermath.
“You’re so wet. Does this feel good?” he asks in a hushed tone.
“Y-yes,” is all you’re able to utter.
He presses light kisses to each the side of your neck in response as he continues to toy with your sopping slit. Each journey up to your clit is different. Sometimes he circles it with the lightest pressure, making you squirm for direct contact. Other times he teases your hole, barely nudging the tip of his finger in before slipping away again.
When your sounds turn desperate, his lips melt against yours. Swallowing each one like they are his sole reason for living.
While Sylus continues to explore the familiar territory of your mouth, he uses your slick to sink one of his long, slender fingers inside. Your hot, gummy walls clench around the digit as his knuckle meets your entrance. Then, he sets a maddening pace sending a shock through your system.
After a few pumps he easily slips in a second finger curving them to brush against the area that causes your hips to twitch forward. At the same time, he uses his unoccupied hand to rub tight circles over one of your nipples. His pace does not slow when you clench around the new intrusion. If anything, it is replaced with far more desperate tempo.
The lewd squelching sounds echoing in the closet combined with feeling one of your tender buds being tweaked makes your muscles tense up. You’re drowning in euphoria and your eyes roll to the back of your skull as he mercilessly fingers you through each throb and pulsation.
When you have control over your limbs again, you weakly grab his wrist, needing to escape the overstimulating pleasure. And the minute his fingers slip out of your hole, you sink down to the floor of the closet to recover.
Sylus crouches down in front of you, placing a small kiss on your forehead. Once you feel human again, he helps you stand back up. Carefully refastening your bra and smoothing the top of your dress back into place.
You both hear the same muffled tail end of a sentence from the speaker in the banquet hall “…and now, we will begin the awards portion of tonight’s event.”
Feeling your heart sink, you rush to slip your heels back on before rushing out of the closet. You both make it back to your seats hoping you don’t look as flustered as you feel.
Before long, your name is read along with several others as nominees for one of the Hunter Association awards. Minutes later, when your name is announced as an award recipient you make your way to the stage with shaky legs and mussed hair.
As you make your way to the stage you beg every deity available that you don’t look like you just got finger blasted into a fifth dimension less than half an hour ago.
After climbing up the short stairs to the stage, you catch Sylus’ eyes twinkling with satisfaction. You do your best to ignore him as you deliver your acceptance speech before scurrying back to your chair.
The remainder of the event passes by in a blur and before long you are on your way back to the N109 Zone for the night. You are exhausted and the shame you feel from what you both got up to in that closet will haunt you for nights to come.
You shift to rest your head against Sylus’ shoulder, trusting Luke to get you both back home in one piece. As you start to drift away, you must admit that your nipples weren’t bothering you anymore.
Summary: Your nipples have become unbearably tender as your period approaches. Sylus notices and offers an interesting solution.
Content: MDNI, explicit smut, nipple sucking, nipple play, breast massage, fingering, semi-public sexual acts, Sylus being a smug tease, fem reader implied (2.6k wc)
A/N: True Life: I’m horny and my nipps hurt. ((sorry not sorry <3))
Your nipples have been an absolute nuisance for the past three days.
Anytime you brush past something it felt like too much.
You cannot sleep on your front anymore because it is sensory hell.
Your nipples – pebbled at all times whether you are cold/aroused or not.
On top of all this, your breasts are achy and sore, like you’ve had back to back chest days in the gym.
And forget about wearing a bra!! Having constant pressure on your chest is enough to ruin your day.
These symptoms began right after you finished ovulating, but you have never experienced them with such fervor before. And it is causing you unrelenting grief.
You were hoping this nightmare would end before today, because you had plans tonight with Sylus. But your hopes were dashed the minute you woke up, when that persisting awareness slapped you in the face.
You spent the day lazing around, but once it hit 4 pm you showered. After drying off and applying your usual products you mentally braced yourself to be uncomfortable for the next few hours.
It was time to put on the bra you bought specifically to wear with your dress for the evening. At the time when you were buying said bra you were hyped over how good it made your boobs look. But now, the bundle of fabric and foam was looking like more of a threat than any wanderer you’ve encountered.
You methodically put it on, somehow succeeding in not irritating your nipps. After, you slipped into your dress for tonight’s ceremony then moved on to applying your makeup.
With how slow you moved when putting on your bra, Sylus was at your place before you were finished.
“Running late Miss Hunter? I’m shocked.”
You huffed then trailed your eyes up to meet his amused reflection in your vanity mirror.
“Yeah, well I’ve been struggling a bit lately,” you said, hoping your anxiety over how you’ll survive the rest of the night didn’t seep through.
But with how swiftly his amused expression contorted into concern, you can tell that you failed.
“Should we stay in for the night then? No need to push yourself if you’re feeling unwell.”
Your heart warmed from his concern and a small smile graced your lips.
“I’m sure I’ll be okay. I was nominated for an award so I should at least be present. And I’m sure my coworkers would be heartbroken if Mr. Skye didn’t show up as promised,” you teased.
His eyes crinkled with his smile as he moved to stand behind you. His presence serving as a comfort while you put on the last bits of makeup.
“Are you certain kitten? I care more about your wellbeing than pleasing your coworkers. And I’m confident there will be plenty of other opportunities for us to catch up in the future.”
As he spoke you neatly put your makeup back into the vanity drawers before turning around to face him.
“I’m sure.”
He hums, then takes your hand in his to pull you to a standing position.
“Let’s get going then, Luke is our driver for tonight.”
Soon after arriving, you and Sylus are pulled into conversation with Simone, Tara, and a slew of UNICORNS team members. You have lost count over the number of people clamoring to speak with Sylus. The skill he must possess to entertain endless conversations about his “fruit business” while keeping a straight face is admirable.
By the time you two make it to your assigned seats, he has received three separate invitations to hang out along with multiple business inquiries.
Although you always enjoyed catching up with your coworkers, each hug you received and handed out caused you to inadvertently irritate your chest. With less to focus on now, your tender nipples are at the forefront of your mind again. And your bra is starting to feel like a torture device. You inconspicuously shift in your chair, hoping for any form of relief. But instead, the cups of your bra harshly drag against your buds making you visibly wince.
When you open your eyes, Sylus’ carmine gaze is already upon you. Assessing your pained expression.
He raises one of his eyebrows before leaning down towards your ear to whisper “Come with me.”
You were about to refuse before some very familiar black and red tendrils encircle one of your wrists, encouraging you to follow him. As you make your way down a darkened hallway you can’t help but question him.
“How do you know where you’re going?”
“I have my ways sweetie,” he replies smugly.
You purse your lips and remain silent, until he stops in front of what seems to be a closet door. When he opens it to peer inside, it is empty and seems rarely used.
“After you,” he says before following you in and quietly closing the door.
It would be pitch black inside the closet, if not for the sliver of light coming through the gap at the bottom of the door. You can hear him shift around a bit before he speaks.
“Will you tell me what’s wrong? You know I can’t stand to see you in pain.”
“Sylus, I said I’m fine. Let’s head back to our seats before they start announcing the awards,” you practically beg.
“Why won’t you tell me what is bothering you? If you’re adamant on staying through the entire ceremony, I can have Luke grab some painkillers for you.”
You shake your head, unsure if he can even see you in this darkened closet.
“That won’t help, I’ve tried that already,” you grumbled.
You can hear (and feel?) him take a step towards you. Something in the air shifts with his proximity.
“I could give better suggestions if I knew what the problem is.”
You feel your face heat up as you mumble your next words.
“It’smynipples.”
Neither of your say anything for what feels like hours.
“What about them?” he questions in an unreadable tone.
“I know,” he cuts in.
“To start, it’s the week before my period-”
“You know? How the fuck-”
“You share your period tracking data with me, remember?”
Your mind buffers before you can reply. “I'm aware. I just didn’t think you were actively monitoring it??”
“I like to know where you are in your cycle.”
Although you cannot see him right now, you can picture him shrugging in a nonchalant manner.
“I don’t even know how to respond to that.”
All you get is him chuckling as a reply.
“Anyway…back to my nipples. They have felt very sensitive the past few days, and I think it has to do with my hormones shifting? Every little touch feels like a zap of electricity. And this damn bra has been killing me since I put it on.”
He hums.
“Will a massage help? I’ll be as gentle or as rough as you need,” he says in a dulcet tone.
Butterflies rise in your tummy at his offer. You know he didn’t mean it sexually, but why did he have to say it like that?
“R-right now? Sylus they’re going to start the ceremony soon.”
Instead of answering he moves into your personal space, backing you into one of the walls of the supply closet. You can vaguely make out the shape of his left arm, placed on the wall above your head – blocking you in.
He leans down towards you until he is mere centimeters away from your face.
“I believe I asked you a question first kitten. Would a massage help?”
“Yes? No? Maybe so?”
You can’t help but squirm as arousal builds up in your core.
“F-fine. Just be extra gentle.”
You can almost feel his smirk from here.
“Anything for you,” he whispers before you feel both of his hands slide the straps of your dress off your shoulders. Then, he pulls down the top of your dress, exposing your bra. Lastly, he unhooks your bra from the front closure – allowing your breast room to relax.
You let out a sigh of relief, truly relaxing for what feels like the first time tonight. But just as quickly as you let your guard down, your breath is stolen when he cups each breast in the palm of his hands.
His touch feels searing against your pebbled nipples, almost like a heating pad was placed upon them. Once he begins massaging you, you have to bite your lip to hold back a whimper as pain mixes with bliss.
Besides your audible breathing and the involuntary sounds Sylus keeps pulling out of you, there is complete silence in the closet as he focuses on giving you a thorough rub down.
The arousal that you tried to keep at bay was creeping up again by the second. When you attempt to squeeze your thighs together for more stimulation Sylus speaks.
“I can feel you squirming. Do you need something else from me?”
You open your mouth to reply but your mind feels empty from the mounting pleasure.
“Cat got your tongue?” he teases.
He pauses to see if you’ll say something before continuing.
“Let me help you then. How does this feel?”
Your head shoots back and thumps against the wall behind you as his warm, wet tongue glides over your tender nipple. Goosebumps form on your arms from the unexpected sensation and you can feel a wet spot forming in your underwear.
Sylus groans as he lavishes one nipple with attention before switching to the other. Making sure to continue massaging the unoccupied breast, never letting one go without stimulation for long.
With his movements being so unpredictable in the darkness, you begin to tremble. Your hands shakily thread through his hair as you arch your back and try to push your breast further into his mouth.
He briefly pops off your nipple to encourage you.
“That’s it, take what you need from me.”
When he goes back to suckling, your pussy throbs and clenches around nothing indicating you are near your limit. You try to grind against him – seeking any friction for your neglected clit but Sylus holds you back.
“Come like this for me, you can do it,” he mumbles around the mouthful of your tit.
You jerk from the vibrations then he doubles his efforts. His fingers sink further into the flesh of your boobs as he massages them while starting to bob his head up and down each bundle of nerves. Sylus seemed entranced as loud slurps and pleased hums leave him.
The competing sensations and his sounds were driving you insane. So much so, that you could no longer suppress any of the needy whines you were holding back before.
The coil in your stomach gets unbearably tight right before you tip over the edge. You let out a gasp as wave after wave of pleasure slams through you. When you start to come down, erratic aftershocks wrack your body making your head feel fuzzy.
“Good job, I think you deserve a reward. Hmm?”
Your sluggish mind is still processing his words when you feel one of his hands slip underneath your dress. As it makes its way between your thighs – you fully come back down to Earth.
“You can’t be serious right now,” you whisper in disbelief.
“Oh, I’m very serious. Surely you aren’t satisfied with one measly orgasm,” he says in an incredulous tone, like he didn’t just fry your brain.
“Sy, my legs literally feel like jelly right now.”
He tsks in feigned disappointment before beginning to rub the seam of your pussy through your underwear.
“What have I told you about being greedier with your pleasure sweetie?”
Hearing his lascivious tone, you unconsciously clench your thighs around his hand as your clit tingles with renewed interest. And just like that – the last bit of your restraint is destroyed.
“Well, are you feeling greedy?” he whispers into the ever shrinking space between the two of your lips.
You take in a quivering breath before making an assenting sound.
Then, he presses his lips against yours, drawing you into in a mind melting kiss. Within a few moments, he returns his attention back to the space between your thighs.
You moan into his mouth as one of his fingers slides the gusset of your panties to the side to touch you directly. The feeling of his thick, middle finger trailing from your hole up to your clit coaxes your mind to empty once again.
He briefly backs away from your mouth, leaving your lips tingling in the aftermath.
“You’re so wet. Does this feel good?” he asks in a hushed tone.
“Y-yes,” is all you’re able to utter.
He presses light kisses to each the side of your neck in response as he continues to toy with your sopping slit. Each journey up to your clit is different. Sometimes he circles it with the lightest pressure, making you squirm for direct contact. Other times he teases your hole, barely nudging the tip of his finger in before slipping away again.
When your sounds turn desperate, his lips melt against yours. Swallowing each one like they are his sole reason for living.
While Sylus continues to explore the familiar territory of your mouth, he uses your slick to sink one of his long, slender fingers inside. Your hot, gummy walls clench around the digit as his knuckle meets your entrance. Then, he sets a maddening pace sending a shock through your system.
After a few pumps he easily slips in a second finger curving them to brush against the area that causes your hips to twitch forward. At the same time, he uses his unoccupied hand to rub tight circles over one of your nipples. His pace does not slow when you clench around the new intrusion. If anything, it is replaced with far more desperate tempo.
The lewd squelching sounds echoing in the closet combined with feeling one of your tender buds being tweaked makes your muscles tense up. You’re drowning in euphoria and your eyes roll to the back of your skull as he mercilessly fingers you through each throb and pulsation.
When you have control over your limbs again, you weakly grab his wrist, needing to escape the overstimulating pleasure. And the minute his fingers slip out of your hole, you sink down to the floor of the closet to recover.
Sylus crouches down in front of you, placing a small kiss on your forehead. Once you feel human again, he helps you stand back up. Carefully refastening your bra and smoothing the top of your dress back into place.
You both hear the same muffled tail end of a sentence from the speaker in the banquet hall “…and now, we will begin the awards portion of tonight’s event.”
Feeling your heart sink, you rush to slip your heels back on before rushing out of the closet. You both make it back to your seats hoping you don’t look as flustered as you feel.
Before long, your name is read along with several others as nominees for one of the Hunter Association awards. Minutes later, when your name is announced as an award recipient you make your way to the stage with shaky legs and mussed hair.
As you make your way to the stage you beg every deity available that you don’t look like you just got finger blasted into a fifth dimension less than half an hour ago.
After climbing up the short stairs to the stage, you catch Sylus’ eyes twinkling with satisfaction. You do your best to ignore him as you deliver your acceptance speech before scurrying back to your chair.
The remainder of the event passes by in a blur and before long you are on your way back to the N109 Zone for the night. You are exhausted and the shame you feel from what you both got up to in that closet will haunt you for nights to come.
You shift to rest your head against Sylus’ shoulder, trusting Luke to get you both back home in one piece. As you start to drift away, you must admit that your nipples weren’t bothering you anymore.
Summary: Your nipples have become unbearably tender as your period approaches. Sylus notices and offers an interesting solution.
Content: MDNI, explicit smut, nipple sucking, nipple play, breast massage, fingering, semi-public sexual acts, Sylus being a smug tease, fem reader implied (2.6k wc)
A/N: True Life: I’m horny and my nipps hurt. ((sorry not sorry <3))
Your nipples have been an absolute nuisance for the past three days.
Anytime you brush past something it felt like too much.
You cannot sleep on your front anymore because it is sensory hell.
Your nipples – pebbled at all times whether you are cold/aroused or not.
On top of all this, your breasts are achy and sore, like you’ve had back to back chest days in the gym.
And forget about wearing a bra!! Having constant pressure on your chest is enough to ruin your day.
These symptoms began right after you finished ovulating, but you have never experienced them with such fervor before. And it is causing you unrelenting grief.
You were hoping this nightmare would end before today, because you had plans tonight with Sylus. But your hopes were dashed the minute you woke up, when that persisting awareness slapped you in the face.
You spent the day lazing around, but once it hit 4 pm you showered. After drying off and applying your usual products you mentally braced yourself to be uncomfortable for the next few hours.
It was time to put on the bra you bought specifically to wear with your dress for the evening. At the time when you were buying said bra you were hyped over how good it made your boobs look. But now, the bundle of fabric and foam was looking like more of a threat than any wanderer you’ve encountered.
You methodically put it on, somehow succeeding in not irritating your nipps. After, you slipped into your dress for tonight’s ceremony then moved on to applying your makeup.
With how slow you moved when putting on your bra, Sylus was at your place before you were finished.
“Running late Miss Hunter? I’m shocked.”
You huffed then trailed your eyes up to meet his amused reflection in your vanity mirror.
“Yeah, well I’ve been struggling a bit lately,” you said, hoping your anxiety over how you’ll survive the rest of the night didn’t seep through.
But with how swiftly his amused expression contorted into concern, you can tell that you failed.
“Should we stay in for the night then? No need to push yourself if you’re feeling unwell.”
Your heart warmed from his concern and a small smile graced your lips.
“I’m sure I’ll be okay. I was nominated for an award so I should at least be present. And I’m sure my coworkers would be heartbroken if Mr. Skye didn’t show up as promised,” you teased.
His eyes crinkled with his smile as he moved to stand behind you. His presence serving as a comfort while you put on the last bits of makeup.
“Are you certain kitten? I care more about your wellbeing than pleasing your coworkers. And I’m confident there will be plenty of other opportunities for us to catch up in the future.”
As he spoke you neatly put your makeup back into the vanity drawers before turning around to face him.
“I’m sure.”
He hums, then takes your hand in his to pull you to a standing position.
“Let’s get going then, Luke is our driver for tonight.”
Soon after arriving, you and Sylus are pulled into conversation with Simone, Tara, and a slew of UNICORNS team members. You have lost count over the number of people clamoring to speak with Sylus. The skill he must possess to entertain endless conversations about his “fruit business” while keeping a straight face is admirable.
By the time you two make it to your assigned seats, he has received three separate invitations to hang out along with multiple business inquiries.
Although you always enjoyed catching up with your coworkers, each hug you received and handed out caused you to inadvertently irritate your chest. With less to focus on now, your tender nipples are at the forefront of your mind again. And your bra is starting to feel like a torture device. You inconspicuously shift in your chair, hoping for any form of relief. But instead, the cups of your bra harshly drag against your buds making you visibly wince.
When you open your eyes, Sylus’ carmine gaze is already upon you. Assessing your pained expression.
He raises one of his eyebrows before leaning down towards your ear to whisper “Come with me.”
You were about to refuse before some very familiar black and red tendrils encircle one of your wrists, encouraging you to follow him. As you make your way down a darkened hallway you can’t help but question him.
“How do you know where you’re going?”
“I have my ways sweetie,” he replies smugly.
You purse your lips and remain silent, until he stops in front of what seems to be a closet door. When he opens it to peer inside, it is empty and seems rarely used.
“After you,” he says before following you in and quietly closing the door.
It would be pitch black inside the closet, if not for the sliver of light coming through the gap at the bottom of the door. You can hear him shift around a bit before he speaks.
“Will you tell me what’s wrong? You know I can’t stand to see you in pain.”
“Sylus, I said I’m fine. Let’s head back to our seats before they start announcing the awards,” you practically beg.
“Why won’t you tell me what is bothering you? If you’re adamant on staying through the entire ceremony, I can have Luke grab some painkillers for you.”
You shake your head, unsure if he can even see you in this darkened closet.
“That won’t help, I’ve tried that already,” you grumbled.
You can hear (and feel?) him take a step towards you. Something in the air shifts with his proximity.
“I could give better suggestions if I knew what the problem is.”
You feel your face heat up as you mumble your next words.
“It’smynipples.”
Neither of your say anything for what feels like hours.
“What about them?” he questions in an unreadable tone.
“I know,” he cuts in.
“To start, it’s the week before my period-”
“You know? How the fuck-”
“You share your period tracking data with me, remember?”
Your mind buffers before you can reply. “I'm aware. I just didn’t think you were actively monitoring it??”
“I like to know where you are in your cycle.”
Although you cannot see him right now, you can picture him shrugging in a nonchalant manner.
“I don’t even know how to respond to that.”
All you get is him chuckling as a reply.
“Anyway…back to my nipples. They have felt very sensitive the past few days, and I think it has to do with my hormones shifting? Every little touch feels like a zap of electricity. And this damn bra has been killing me since I put it on.”
He hums.
“Will a massage help? I’ll be as gentle or as rough as you need,” he says in a dulcet tone.
Butterflies rise in your tummy at his offer. You know he didn’t mean it sexually, but why did he have to say it like that?
“R-right now? Sylus they’re going to start the ceremony soon.”
Instead of answering he moves into your personal space, backing you into one of the walls of the supply closet. You can vaguely make out the shape of his left arm, placed on the wall above your head – blocking you in.
He leans down towards you until he is mere centimeters away from your face.
“I believe I asked you a question first kitten. Would a massage help?”
“Yes? No? Maybe so?”
You can’t help but squirm as arousal builds up in your core.
“F-fine. Just be extra gentle.”
You can almost feel his smirk from here.
“Anything for you,” he whispers before you feel both of his hands slide the straps of your dress off your shoulders. Then, he pulls down the top of your dress, exposing your bra. Lastly, he unhooks your bra from the front closure – allowing your breast room to relax.
You let out a sigh of relief, truly relaxing for what feels like the first time tonight. But just as quickly as you let your guard down, your breath is stolen when he cups each breast in the palm of his hands.
His touch feels searing against your pebbled nipples, almost like a heating pad was placed upon them. Once he begins massaging you, you have to bite your lip to hold back a whimper as pain mixes with bliss.
Besides your audible breathing and the involuntary sounds Sylus keeps pulling out of you, there is complete silence in the closet as he focuses on giving you a thorough rub down.
The arousal that you tried to keep at bay was creeping up again by the second. When you attempt to squeeze your thighs together for more stimulation Sylus speaks.
“I can feel you squirming. Do you need something else from me?”
You open your mouth to reply but your mind feels empty from the mounting pleasure.
“Cat got your tongue?” he teases.
He pauses to see if you’ll say something before continuing.
“Let me help you then. How does this feel?”
Your head shoots back and thumps against the wall behind you as his warm, wet tongue glides over your tender nipple. Goosebumps form on your arms from the unexpected sensation and you can feel a wet spot forming in your underwear.
Sylus groans as he lavishes one nipple with attention before switching to the other. Making sure to continue massaging the unoccupied breast, never letting one go without stimulation for long.
With his movements being so unpredictable in the darkness, you begin to tremble. Your hands shakily thread through his hair as you arch your back and try to push your breast further into his mouth.
He briefly pops off your nipple to encourage you.
“That’s it, take what you need from me.”
When he goes back to suckling, your pussy throbs and clenches around nothing indicating you are near your limit. You try to grind against him – seeking any friction for your neglected clit but Sylus holds you back.
“Come like this for me, you can do it,” he mumbles around the mouthful of your tit.
You jerk from the vibrations then he doubles his efforts. His fingers sink further into the flesh of your boobs as he massages them while starting to bob his head up and down each bundle of nerves. Sylus seemed entranced as loud slurps and pleased hums leave him.
The competing sensations and his sounds were driving you insane. So much so, that you could no longer suppress any of the needy whines you were holding back before.
The coil in your stomach gets unbearably tight right before you tip over the edge. You let out a gasp as wave after wave of pleasure slams through you. When you start to come down, erratic aftershocks wrack your body making your head feel fuzzy.
“Good job, I think you deserve a reward. Hmm?”
Your sluggish mind is still processing his words when you feel one of his hands slip underneath your dress. As it makes its way between your thighs – you fully come back down to Earth.
“You can’t be serious right now,” you whisper in disbelief.
“Oh, I’m very serious. Surely you aren’t satisfied with one measly orgasm,” he says in an incredulous tone, like he didn’t just fry your brain.
“Sy, my legs literally feel like jelly right now.”
He tsks in feigned disappointment before beginning to rub the seam of your pussy through your underwear.
“What have I told you about being greedier with your pleasure sweetie?”
Hearing his lascivious tone, you unconsciously clench your thighs around his hand as your clit tingles with renewed interest. And just like that – the last bit of your restraint is destroyed.
“Well, are you feeling greedy?” he whispers into the ever shrinking space between the two of your lips.
You take in a quivering breath before making an assenting sound.
Then, he presses his lips against yours, drawing you into in a mind melting kiss. Within a few moments, he returns his attention back to the space between your thighs.
You moan into his mouth as one of his fingers slides the gusset of your panties to the side to touch you directly. The feeling of his thick, middle finger trailing from your hole up to your clit coaxes your mind to empty once again.
He briefly backs away from your mouth, leaving your lips tingling in the aftermath.
“You’re so wet. Does this feel good?” he asks in a hushed tone.
“Y-yes,” is all you’re able to utter.
He presses light kisses to each the side of your neck in response as he continues to toy with your sopping slit. Each journey up to your clit is different. Sometimes he circles it with the lightest pressure, making you squirm for direct contact. Other times he teases your hole, barely nudging the tip of his finger in before slipping away again.
When your sounds turn desperate, his lips melt against yours. Swallowing each one like they are his sole reason for living.
While Sylus continues to explore the familiar territory of your mouth, he uses your slick to sink one of his long, slender fingers inside. Your hot, gummy walls clench around the digit as his knuckle meets your entrance. Then, he sets a maddening pace sending a shock through your system.
After a few pumps he easily slips in a second finger curving them to brush against the area that causes your hips to twitch forward. At the same time, he uses his unoccupied hand to rub tight circles over one of your nipples. His pace does not slow when you clench around the new intrusion. If anything, it is replaced with far more desperate tempo.
The lewd squelching sounds echoing in the closet combined with feeling one of your tender buds being tweaked makes your muscles tense up. You’re drowning in euphoria and your eyes roll to the back of your skull as he mercilessly fingers you through each throb and pulsation.
When you have control over your limbs again, you weakly grab his wrist, needing to escape the overstimulating pleasure. And the minute his fingers slip out of your hole, you sink down to the floor of the closet to recover.
Sylus crouches down in front of you, placing a small kiss on your forehead. Once you feel human again, he helps you stand back up. Carefully refastening your bra and smoothing the top of your dress back into place.
You both hear the same muffled tail end of a sentence from the speaker in the banquet hall “…and now, we will begin the awards portion of tonight’s event.”
Feeling your heart sink, you rush to slip your heels back on before rushing out of the closet. You both make it back to your seats hoping you don’t look as flustered as you feel.
Before long, your name is read along with several others as nominees for one of the Hunter Association awards. Minutes later, when your name is announced as an award recipient you make your way to the stage with shaky legs and mussed hair.
As you make your way to the stage you beg every deity available that you don’t look like you just got finger blasted into a fifth dimension less than half an hour ago.
After climbing up the short stairs to the stage, you catch Sylus’ eyes twinkling with satisfaction. You do your best to ignore him as you deliver your acceptance speech before scurrying back to your chair.
The remainder of the event passes by in a blur and before long you are on your way back to the N109 Zone for the night. You are exhausted and the shame you feel from what you both got up to in that closet will haunt you for nights to come.
You shift to rest your head against Sylus’ shoulder, trusting Luke to get you both back home in one piece. As you start to drift away, you must admit that your nipples weren’t bothering you anymore.
Summary: Your nipples have become unbearably tender as your period approaches. Sylus notices and offers an interesting solution.
Content: MDNI, explicit smut, nipple sucking, nipple play, breast massage, fingering, semi-public sexual acts, Sylus being a smug tease, fem reader implied (2.6k wc)
A/N: True Life: I’m horny and my nipps hurt. ((sorry not sorry <3))
Your nipples have been an absolute nuisance for the past three days.
Anytime you brush past something it felt like too much.
You cannot sleep on your front anymore because it is sensory hell.
Your nipples – pebbled at all times whether you are cold/aroused or not.
On top of all this, your breasts are achy and sore, like you’ve had back to back chest days in the gym.
And forget about wearing a bra!! Having constant pressure on your chest is enough to ruin your day.
These symptoms began right after you finished ovulating, but you have never experienced them with such fervor before. And it is causing you unrelenting grief.
You were hoping this nightmare would end before today, because you had plans tonight with Sylus. But your hopes were dashed the minute you woke up, when that persisting awareness slapped you in the face.
You spent the day lazing around, but once it hit 4 pm you showered. After drying off and applying your usual products you mentally braced yourself to be uncomfortable for the next few hours.
It was time to put on the bra you bought specifically to wear with your dress for the evening. At the time when you were buying said bra you were hyped over how good it made your boobs look. But now, the bundle of fabric and foam was looking like more of a threat than any wanderer you’ve encountered.
You methodically put it on, somehow succeeding in not irritating your nipps. After, you slipped into your dress for tonight’s ceremony then moved on to applying your makeup.
With how slow you moved when putting on your bra, Sylus was at your place before you were finished.
“Running late Miss Hunter? I’m shocked.”
You huffed then trailed your eyes up to meet his amused reflection in your vanity mirror.
“Yeah, well I’ve been struggling a bit lately,” you said, hoping your anxiety over how you’ll survive the rest of the night didn’t seep through.
But with how swiftly his amused expression contorted into concern, you can tell that you failed.
“Should we stay in for the night then? No need to push yourself if you’re feeling unwell.”
Your heart warmed from his concern and a small smile graced your lips.
“I’m sure I’ll be okay. I was nominated for an award so I should at least be present. And I’m sure my coworkers would be heartbroken if Mr. Skye didn’t show up as promised,” you teased.
His eyes crinkled with his smile as he moved to stand behind you. His presence serving as a comfort while you put on the last bits of makeup.
“Are you certain kitten? I care more about your wellbeing than pleasing your coworkers. And I’m confident there will be plenty of other opportunities for us to catch up in the future.”
As he spoke you neatly put your makeup back into the vanity drawers before turning around to face him.
“I’m sure.”
He hums, then takes your hand in his to pull you to a standing position.
“Let’s get going then, Luke is our driver for tonight.”
Soon after arriving, you and Sylus are pulled into conversation with Simone, Tara, and a slew of UNICORNS team members. You have lost count over the number of people clamoring to speak with Sylus. The skill he must possess to entertain endless conversations about his “fruit business” while keeping a straight face is admirable.
By the time you two make it to your assigned seats, he has received three separate invitations to hang out along with multiple business inquiries.
Although you always enjoyed catching up with your coworkers, each hug you received and handed out caused you to inadvertently irritate your chest. With less to focus on now, your tender nipples are at the forefront of your mind again. And your bra is starting to feel like a torture device. You inconspicuously shift in your chair, hoping for any form of relief. But instead, the cups of your bra harshly drag against your buds making you visibly wince.
When you open your eyes, Sylus’ carmine gaze is already upon you. Assessing your pained expression.
He raises one of his eyebrows before leaning down towards your ear to whisper “Come with me.”
You were about to refuse before some very familiar black and red tendrils encircle one of your wrists, encouraging you to follow him. As you make your way down a darkened hallway you can’t help but question him.
“How do you know where you’re going?”
“I have my ways sweetie,” he replies smugly.
You purse your lips and remain silent, until he stops in front of what seems to be a closet door. When he opens it to peer inside, it is empty and seems rarely used.
“After you,” he says before following you in and quietly closing the door.
It would be pitch black inside the closet, if not for the sliver of light coming through the gap at the bottom of the door. You can hear him shift around a bit before he speaks.
“Will you tell me what’s wrong? You know I can’t stand to see you in pain.”
“Sylus, I said I’m fine. Let’s head back to our seats before they start announcing the awards,” you practically beg.
“Why won’t you tell me what is bothering you? If you’re adamant on staying through the entire ceremony, I can have Luke grab some painkillers for you.”
You shake your head, unsure if he can even see you in this darkened closet.
“That won’t help, I’ve tried that already,” you grumbled.
You can hear (and feel?) him take a step towards you. Something in the air shifts with his proximity.
“I could give better suggestions if I knew what the problem is.”
You feel your face heat up as you mumble your next words.
“It’smynipples.”
Neither of your say anything for what feels like hours.
“What about them?” he questions in an unreadable tone.
“I know,” he cuts in.
“To start, it’s the week before my period-”
“You know? How the fuck-”
“You share your period tracking data with me, remember?”
Your mind buffers before you can reply. “I'm aware. I just didn’t think you were actively monitoring it??”
“I like to know where you are in your cycle.”
Although you cannot see him right now, you can picture him shrugging in a nonchalant manner.
“I don’t even know how to respond to that.”
All you get is him chuckling as a reply.
“Anyway…back to my nipples. They have felt very sensitive the past few days, and I think it has to do with my hormones shifting? Every little touch feels like a zap of electricity. And this damn bra has been killing me since I put it on.”
He hums.
“Will a massage help? I’ll be as gentle or as rough as you need,” he says in a dulcet tone.
Butterflies rise in your tummy at his offer. You know he didn’t mean it sexually, but why did he have to say it like that?
“R-right now? Sylus they’re going to start the ceremony soon.”
Instead of answering he moves into your personal space, backing you into one of the walls of the supply closet. You can vaguely make out the shape of his left arm, placed on the wall above your head – blocking you in.
He leans down towards you until he is mere centimeters away from your face.
“I believe I asked you a question first kitten. Would a massage help?”
“Yes? No? Maybe so?”
You can’t help but squirm as arousal builds up in your core.
“F-fine. Just be extra gentle.”
You can almost feel his smirk from here.
“Anything for you,” he whispers before you feel both of his hands slide the straps of your dress off your shoulders. Then, he pulls down the top of your dress, exposing your bra. Lastly, he unhooks your bra from the front closure – allowing your breast room to relax.
You let out a sigh of relief, truly relaxing for what feels like the first time tonight. But just as quickly as you let your guard down, your breath is stolen when he cups each breast in the palm of his hands.
His touch feels searing against your pebbled nipples, almost like a heating pad was placed upon them. Once he begins massaging you, you have to bite your lip to hold back a whimper as pain mixes with bliss.
Besides your audible breathing and the involuntary sounds Sylus keeps pulling out of you, there is complete silence in the closet as he focuses on giving you a thorough rub down.
The arousal that you tried to keep at bay was creeping up again by the second. When you attempt to squeeze your thighs together for more stimulation Sylus speaks.
“I can feel you squirming. Do you need something else from me?”
You open your mouth to reply but your mind feels empty from the mounting pleasure.
“Cat got your tongue?” he teases.
He pauses to see if you’ll say something before continuing.
“Let me help you then. How does this feel?”
Your head shoots back and thumps against the wall behind you as his warm, wet tongue glides over your tender nipple. Goosebumps form on your arms from the unexpected sensation and you can feel a wet spot forming in your underwear.
Sylus groans as he lavishes one nipple with attention before switching to the other. Making sure to continue massaging the unoccupied breast, never letting one go without stimulation for long.
With his movements being so unpredictable in the darkness, you begin to tremble. Your hands shakily thread through his hair as you arch your back and try to push your breast further into his mouth.
He briefly pops off your nipple to encourage you.
“That’s it, take what you need from me.”
When he goes back to suckling, your pussy throbs and clenches around nothing indicating you are near your limit. You try to grind against him – seeking any friction for your neglected clit but Sylus holds you back.
“Come like this for me, you can do it,” he mumbles around the mouthful of your tit.
You jerk from the vibrations then he doubles his efforts. His fingers sink further into the flesh of your boobs as he massages them while starting to bob his head up and down each bundle of nerves. Sylus seemed entranced as loud slurps and pleased hums leave him.
The competing sensations and his sounds were driving you insane. So much so, that you could no longer suppress any of the needy whines you were holding back before.
The coil in your stomach gets unbearably tight right before you tip over the edge. You let out a gasp as wave after wave of pleasure slams through you. When you start to come down, erratic aftershocks wrack your body making your head feel fuzzy.
“Good job, I think you deserve a reward. Hmm?”
Your sluggish mind is still processing his words when you feel one of his hands slip underneath your dress. As it makes its way between your thighs – you fully come back down to Earth.
“You can’t be serious right now,” you whisper in disbelief.
“Oh, I’m very serious. Surely you aren’t satisfied with one measly orgasm,” he says in an incredulous tone, like he didn’t just fry your brain.
“Sy, my legs literally feel like jelly right now.”
He tsks in feigned disappointment before beginning to rub the seam of your pussy through your underwear.
“What have I told you about being greedier with your pleasure sweetie?”
Hearing his lascivious tone, you unconsciously clench your thighs around his hand as your clit tingles with renewed interest. And just like that – the last bit of your restraint is destroyed.
“Well, are you feeling greedy?” he whispers into the ever shrinking space between the two of your lips.
You take in a quivering breath before making an assenting sound.
Then, he presses his lips against yours, drawing you into in a mind melting kiss. Within a few moments, he returns his attention back to the space between your thighs.
You moan into his mouth as one of his fingers slides the gusset of your panties to the side to touch you directly. The feeling of his thick, middle finger trailing from your hole up to your clit coaxes your mind to empty once again.
He briefly backs away from your mouth, leaving your lips tingling in the aftermath.
“You’re so wet. Does this feel good?” he asks in a hushed tone.
“Y-yes,” is all you’re able to utter.
He presses light kisses to each the side of your neck in response as he continues to toy with your sopping slit. Each journey up to your clit is different. Sometimes he circles it with the lightest pressure, making you squirm for direct contact. Other times he teases your hole, barely nudging the tip of his finger in before slipping away again.
When your sounds turn desperate, his lips melt against yours. Swallowing each one like they are his sole reason for living.
While Sylus continues to explore the familiar territory of your mouth, he uses your slick to sink one of his long, slender fingers inside. Your hot, gummy walls clench around the digit as his knuckle meets your entrance. Then, he sets a maddening pace sending a shock through your system.
After a few pumps he easily slips in a second finger curving them to brush against the area that causes your hips to twitch forward. At the same time, he uses his unoccupied hand to rub tight circles over one of your nipples. His pace does not slow when you clench around the new intrusion. If anything, it is replaced with far more desperate tempo.
The lewd squelching sounds echoing in the closet combined with feeling one of your tender buds being tweaked makes your muscles tense up. You’re drowning in euphoria and your eyes roll to the back of your skull as he mercilessly fingers you through each throb and pulsation.
When you have control over your limbs again, you weakly grab his wrist, needing to escape the overstimulating pleasure. And the minute his fingers slip out of your hole, you sink down to the floor of the closet to recover.
Sylus crouches down in front of you, placing a small kiss on your forehead. Once you feel human again, he helps you stand back up. Carefully refastening your bra and smoothing the top of your dress back into place.
You both hear the same muffled tail end of a sentence from the speaker in the banquet hall “…and now, we will begin the awards portion of tonight’s event.”
Feeling your heart sink, you rush to slip your heels back on before rushing out of the closet. You both make it back to your seats hoping you don’t look as flustered as you feel.
Before long, your name is read along with several others as nominees for one of the Hunter Association awards. Minutes later, when your name is announced as an award recipient you make your way to the stage with shaky legs and mussed hair.
As you make your way to the stage you beg every deity available that you don’t look like you just got finger blasted into a fifth dimension less than half an hour ago.
After climbing up the short stairs to the stage, you catch Sylus’ eyes twinkling with satisfaction. You do your best to ignore him as you deliver your acceptance speech before scurrying back to your chair.
The remainder of the event passes by in a blur and before long you are on your way back to the N109 Zone for the night. You are exhausted and the shame you feel from what you both got up to in that closet will haunt you for nights to come.
You shift to rest your head against Sylus’ shoulder, trusting Luke to get you both back home in one piece. As you start to drift away, you must admit that your nipples weren’t bothering you anymore.
Summary: Your nipples have become unbearably tender as your period approaches. Sylus notices and offers an interesting solution.
Content: MDNI, explicit smut, nipple sucking, nipple play, breast massage, fingering, semi-public sexual acts, Sylus being a smug tease, fem reader implied (2.6k wc)
A/N: True Life: I’m horny and my nipps hurt. ((sorry not sorry <3))
Your nipples have been an absolute nuisance for the past three days.
Anytime you brush past something it felt like too much.
You cannot sleep on your front anymore because it is sensory hell.
Your nipples – pebbled at all times whether you are cold/aroused or not.
On top of all this, your breasts are achy and sore, like you’ve had back to back chest days in the gym.
And forget about wearing a bra!! Having constant pressure on your chest is enough to ruin your day.
These symptoms began right after you finished ovulating, but you have never experienced them with such fervor before. And it is causing you unrelenting grief.
You were hoping this nightmare would end before today, because you had plans tonight with Sylus. But your hopes were dashed the minute you woke up, when that persisting awareness slapped you in the face.
You spent the day lazing around, but once it hit 4 pm you showered. After drying off and applying your usual products you mentally braced yourself to be uncomfortable for the next few hours.
It was time to put on the bra you bought specifically to wear with your dress for the evening. At the time when you were buying said bra you were hyped over how good it made your boobs look. But now, the bundle of fabric and foam was looking like more of a threat than any wanderer you’ve encountered.
You methodically put it on, somehow succeeding in not irritating your nipps. After, you slipped into your dress for tonight’s ceremony then moved on to applying your makeup.
With how slow you moved when putting on your bra, Sylus was at your place before you were finished.
“Running late Miss Hunter? I’m shocked.”
You huffed then trailed your eyes up to meet his amused reflection in your vanity mirror.
“Yeah, well I’ve been struggling a bit lately,” you said, hoping your anxiety over how you’ll survive the rest of the night didn’t seep through.
But with how swiftly his amused expression contorted into concern, you can tell that you failed.
“Should we stay in for the night then? No need to push yourself if you’re feeling unwell.”
Your heart warmed from his concern and a small smile graced your lips.
“I’m sure I’ll be okay. I was nominated for an award so I should at least be present. And I’m sure my coworkers would be heartbroken if Mr. Skye didn’t show up as promised,” you teased.
His eyes crinkled with his smile as he moved to stand behind you. His presence serving as a comfort while you put on the last bits of makeup.
“Are you certain kitten? I care more about your wellbeing than pleasing your coworkers. And I’m confident there will be plenty of other opportunities for us to catch up in the future.”
As he spoke you neatly put your makeup back into the vanity drawers before turning around to face him.
“I’m sure.”
He hums, then takes your hand in his to pull you to a standing position.
“Let’s get going then, Luke is our driver for tonight.”
Soon after arriving, you and Sylus are pulled into conversation with Simone, Tara, and a slew of UNICORNS team members. You have lost count over the number of people clamoring to speak with Sylus. The skill he must possess to entertain endless conversations about his “fruit business” while keeping a straight face is admirable.
By the time you two make it to your assigned seats, he has received three separate invitations to hang out along with multiple business inquiries.
Although you always enjoyed catching up with your coworkers, each hug you received and handed out caused you to inadvertently irritate your chest. With less to focus on now, your tender nipples are at the forefront of your mind again. And your bra is starting to feel like a torture device. You inconspicuously shift in your chair, hoping for any form of relief. But instead, the cups of your bra harshly drag against your buds making you visibly wince.
When you open your eyes, Sylus’ carmine gaze is already upon you. Assessing your pained expression.
He raises one of his eyebrows before leaning down towards your ear to whisper “Come with me.”
You were about to refuse before some very familiar black and red tendrils encircle one of your wrists, encouraging you to follow him. As you make your way down a darkened hallway you can’t help but question him.
“How do you know where you’re going?”
“I have my ways sweetie,” he replies smugly.
You purse your lips and remain silent, until he stops in front of what seems to be a closet door. When he opens it to peer inside, it is empty and seems rarely used.
“After you,” he says before following you in and quietly closing the door.
It would be pitch black inside the closet, if not for the sliver of light coming through the gap at the bottom of the door. You can hear him shift around a bit before he speaks.
“Will you tell me what’s wrong? You know I can’t stand to see you in pain.”
“Sylus, I said I’m fine. Let’s head back to our seats before they start announcing the awards,” you practically beg.
“Why won’t you tell me what is bothering you? If you’re adamant on staying through the entire ceremony, I can have Luke grab some painkillers for you.”
You shake your head, unsure if he can even see you in this darkened closet.
“That won’t help, I’ve tried that already,” you grumbled.
You can hear (and feel?) him take a step towards you. Something in the air shifts with his proximity.
“I could give better suggestions if I knew what the problem is.”
You feel your face heat up as you mumble your next words.
“It’smynipples.”
Neither of your say anything for what feels like hours.
“What about them?” he questions in an unreadable tone.
“I know,” he cuts in.
“To start, it’s the week before my period-”
“You know? How the fuck-”
“You share your period tracking data with me, remember?”
Your mind buffers before you can reply. “I'm aware. I just didn’t think you were actively monitoring it??”
“I like to know where you are in your cycle.”
Although you cannot see him right now, you can picture him shrugging in a nonchalant manner.
“I don’t even know how to respond to that.”
All you get is him chuckling as a reply.
“Anyway…back to my nipples. They have felt very sensitive the past few days, and I think it has to do with my hormones shifting? Every little touch feels like a zap of electricity. And this damn bra has been killing me since I put it on.”
He hums.
“Will a massage help? I’ll be as gentle or as rough as you need,” he says in a dulcet tone.
Butterflies rise in your tummy at his offer. You know he didn’t mean it sexually, but why did he have to say it like that?
“R-right now? Sylus they’re going to start the ceremony soon.”
Instead of answering he moves into your personal space, backing you into one of the walls of the supply closet. You can vaguely make out the shape of his left arm, placed on the wall above your head – blocking you in.
He leans down towards you until he is mere centimeters away from your face.
“I believe I asked you a question first kitten. Would a massage help?”
“Yes? No? Maybe so?”
You can’t help but squirm as arousal builds up in your core.
“F-fine. Just be extra gentle.”
You can almost feel his smirk from here.
“Anything for you,” he whispers before you feel both of his hands slide the straps of your dress off your shoulders. Then, he pulls down the top of your dress, exposing your bra. Lastly, he unhooks your bra from the front closure – allowing your breast room to relax.
You let out a sigh of relief, truly relaxing for what feels like the first time tonight. But just as quickly as you let your guard down, your breath is stolen when he cups each breast in the palm of his hands.
His touch feels searing against your pebbled nipples, almost like a heating pad was placed upon them. Once he begins massaging you, you have to bite your lip to hold back a whimper as pain mixes with bliss.
Besides your audible breathing and the involuntary sounds Sylus keeps pulling out of you, there is complete silence in the closet as he focuses on giving you a thorough rub down.
The arousal that you tried to keep at bay was creeping up again by the second. When you attempt to squeeze your thighs together for more stimulation Sylus speaks.
“I can feel you squirming. Do you need something else from me?”
You open your mouth to reply but your mind feels empty from the mounting pleasure.
“Cat got your tongue?” he teases.
He pauses to see if you’ll say something before continuing.
“Let me help you then. How does this feel?”
Your head shoots back and thumps against the wall behind you as his warm, wet tongue glides over your tender nipple. Goosebumps form on your arms from the unexpected sensation and you can feel a wet spot forming in your underwear.
Sylus groans as he lavishes one nipple with attention before switching to the other. Making sure to continue massaging the unoccupied breast, never letting one go without stimulation for long.
With his movements being so unpredictable in the darkness, you begin to tremble. Your hands shakily thread through his hair as you arch your back and try to push your breast further into his mouth.
He briefly pops off your nipple to encourage you.
“That’s it, take what you need from me.”
When he goes back to suckling, your pussy throbs and clenches around nothing indicating you are near your limit. You try to grind against him – seeking any friction for your neglected clit but Sylus holds you back.
“Come like this for me, you can do it,” he mumbles around the mouthful of your tit.
You jerk from the vibrations then he doubles his efforts. His fingers sink further into the flesh of your boobs as he massages them while starting to bob his head up and down each bundle of nerves. Sylus seemed entranced as loud slurps and pleased hums leave him.
The competing sensations and his sounds were driving you insane. So much so, that you could no longer suppress any of the needy whines you were holding back before.
The coil in your stomach gets unbearably tight right before you tip over the edge. You let out a gasp as wave after wave of pleasure slams through you. When you start to come down, erratic aftershocks wrack your body making your head feel fuzzy.
“Good job, I think you deserve a reward. Hmm?”
Your sluggish mind is still processing his words when you feel one of his hands slip underneath your dress. As it makes its way between your thighs – you fully come back down to Earth.
“You can’t be serious right now,” you whisper in disbelief.
“Oh, I’m very serious. Surely you aren’t satisfied with one measly orgasm,” he says in an incredulous tone, like he didn’t just fry your brain.
“Sy, my legs literally feel like jelly right now.”
He tsks in feigned disappointment before beginning to rub the seam of your pussy through your underwear.
“What have I told you about being greedier with your pleasure sweetie?”
Hearing his lascivious tone, you unconsciously clench your thighs around his hand as your clit tingles with renewed interest. And just like that – the last bit of your restraint is destroyed.
“Well, are you feeling greedy?” he whispers into the ever shrinking space between the two of your lips.
You take in a quivering breath before making an assenting sound.
Then, he presses his lips against yours, drawing you into in a mind melting kiss. Within a few moments, he returns his attention back to the space between your thighs.
You moan into his mouth as one of his fingers slides the gusset of your panties to the side to touch you directly. The feeling of his thick, middle finger trailing from your hole up to your clit coaxes your mind to empty once again.
He briefly backs away from your mouth, leaving your lips tingling in the aftermath.
“You’re so wet. Does this feel good?” he asks in a hushed tone.
“Y-yes,” is all you’re able to utter.
He presses light kisses to each the side of your neck in response as he continues to toy with your sopping slit. Each journey up to your clit is different. Sometimes he circles it with the lightest pressure, making you squirm for direct contact. Other times he teases your hole, barely nudging the tip of his finger in before slipping away again.
When your sounds turn desperate, his lips melt against yours. Swallowing each one like they are his sole reason for living.
While Sylus continues to explore the familiar territory of your mouth, he uses your slick to sink one of his long, slender fingers inside. Your hot, gummy walls clench around the digit as his knuckle meets your entrance. Then, he sets a maddening pace sending a shock through your system.
After a few pumps he easily slips in a second finger curving them to brush against the area that causes your hips to twitch forward. At the same time, he uses his unoccupied hand to rub tight circles over one of your nipples. His pace does not slow when you clench around the new intrusion. If anything, it is replaced with far more desperate tempo.
The lewd squelching sounds echoing in the closet combined with feeling one of your tender buds being tweaked makes your muscles tense up. You’re drowning in euphoria and your eyes roll to the back of your skull as he mercilessly fingers you through each throb and pulsation.
When you have control over your limbs again, you weakly grab his wrist, needing to escape the overstimulating pleasure. And the minute his fingers slip out of your hole, you sink down to the floor of the closet to recover.
Sylus crouches down in front of you, placing a small kiss on your forehead. Once you feel human again, he helps you stand back up. Carefully refastening your bra and smoothing the top of your dress back into place.
You both hear the same muffled tail end of a sentence from the speaker in the banquet hall “…and now, we will begin the awards portion of tonight’s event.”
Feeling your heart sink, you rush to slip your heels back on before rushing out of the closet. You both make it back to your seats hoping you don’t look as flustered as you feel.
Before long, your name is read along with several others as nominees for one of the Hunter Association awards. Minutes later, when your name is announced as an award recipient you make your way to the stage with shaky legs and mussed hair.
As you make your way to the stage you beg every deity available that you don’t look like you just got finger blasted into a fifth dimension less than half an hour ago.
After climbing up the short stairs to the stage, you catch Sylus’ eyes twinkling with satisfaction. You do your best to ignore him as you deliver your acceptance speech before scurrying back to your chair.
The remainder of the event passes by in a blur and before long you are on your way back to the N109 Zone for the night. You are exhausted and the shame you feel from what you both got up to in that closet will haunt you for nights to come.
You shift to rest your head against Sylus’ shoulder, trusting Luke to get you both back home in one piece. As you start to drift away, you must admit that your nipples weren’t bothering you anymore.
hello i js read ur asexual reader x sylus fic thank u so much for making it tbh i havent seen much rep in the lads community and its very nice to be represented in this kind of writing so i js wanna say i loved it sm and keep it up 😋💗 take care of urself lovely 🫶🫶
Thank YOU for reading!
I had to write something for my fellow asexual girlies 💖
Take care of yourself and I hope you get Sylus' bday card (if you're pulling)🤞🏾
Forcing a Smile and Waving Goodbye - Sylus x reader
Summary: Your world is turned upside down the day your pet gets sick. You, your home, and emotions are a mess. But Sylus, your anchor, comforts you through it all.
Content: (TW): loss of a pet, euthanasia description, the pet mentioned is a cat, hurt/comfort, fluff, pet names (my love, sweetie, kitten), gn reader (1.5k wc)
A/N: This fic is dedicated to my cat Smokey. I will never forget how silly and sweet you were ❤️🩹
The past few weeks have been tumultuous and emotionally taxing.
You’re not sleeping well, can’t be bothered to cook balanced meals, and have run through more boxes of tissues than you’d like to admit.
You realize that this day was bound to come, because death was the inevitable for every living being. But you were not prepared for how gutted you would feel.
Up until this point, you’ve avoided imagining life without your sweet baby, beloved pet and companion in life. You found them on the streets, dirty, hungry and feisty as can be. They put up a fight as you gave them their first bath, but their tune changed quickly once the belly rubs and food entered the picture.
You’ll never forget that day.
You were walking home from the store when you heard a string of scraggly, tiny meows. After searching through the surrounding bushes, you found one ball of fur with two big old eyes staring right at you.
And since then, they have been a major source of joy in a world that could be so bleak.
Their gentle meows became a mainstay. And it was priceless noticing each new quirk they picked up as they matured and further burrowed their way into your heart.
The trouble began when they got sick out of nowhere. You immediately took them to the vet, so sure that they would recover soon and be back to their usual self. But when you were facing one, two then three vet visits in the rear view mirror – the terrifying truth began to settle deep within your stomach. Although you didn’t want to say it out loud, to give life to such a heart wrenching possibility – you realized that your pet would never truly recover.
Days that were once filled with belly rubs and snapping pictures of them all around your apartment have ended. And instead have been replaced with appetite stimulants, antibiotics, increasingly anxious talks with the vet, and what seemed to be endless lab tests. All in effort to correct something that was very wrong with your baby.
Anyone would have crumbled under the pressure of trying to juggle it all and stay afloat. You have so many things that you need to do on top of caring for your pet.
Going through the motions at work and resisting the urge to break down has been draining you. But putting up a good front wasn’t enough to fool Sylus. Because he knows you and your tells, particularly when you are and are not doing okay. And like plenty of other times before, he has been your rock and safe space throughout.
This morning, you got the call from your vet, urging you to come in. And listening back to the voicemail stole the breath from your lungs. Considering your opposing schedules, you’ve been keeping Sylus up to date via texts, phone and video calls. You shakily located his contact number before pressing the call button.
The phone rang twice before he picked up.
“Hello, my love, to what do I owe the pleasure of this call?” he asked in a husky voice that betrayed he’d recently woken up. By your doing or his own.
“Sylus, can you please come pick me up?”
“Of course I can sweetie, what’s the matter?” he asked as you began to hear him rummage around in the background.
“I just got a call from my vet, and I -” you’re unable to finish your sentence before breaking down in tears, clutching your cell phone like it was your lifeline. You’re unable to hold in the tiny whimpers and gasps that make their way out of your mouth.
“I need you to take some deep breaths for me.”
You attempt to comply as you hiccup with tears rolling down your face.
“Come on, breath with me. In and out,” he demonstrates for you, pausing for you to follow along.
“Good, now again. In and out.”
You close your eyes and follow his soft-spoken instructions.
“There you go,” he croons.
“Just one more time for me, okay? In and out.”
By the end of that exercise, you feel calm enough to be pulled into casual conversation while he makes his way over to you.
Before long, Sylus is at your front door, enveloping you in the warmest hug imaginable. His distraction over the phone worked well, but now that he is here the reality of this situation hits you once again.
Noticing this, Sylus releases you from his embrace to fully take you in. You know you look a mess, and so does your apartment. You’ve haven’t been able to make yourself do mundane chores like cleaning and cooking while your pet has been away. The dishes in your kitchen have piled up and your trash can is close to bursting with takeout containers, snacks wrappers and soda cans.
Normally, when someone comes over you would try to clean up and make things presentable. But you knew Sylus would never judge you for something like this.
“Are you ready to leave kitten? I’m sure they are eagerly waiting to see you.”
You nod and head down to his car. The drive there is quiet, but not in an awkward or stifling way. Instead, it felt comfortable and contemplative. Currently, your mind is racing, going over all the possible scenarios of how today may go. And on his end, Sylus is making a mental checklist of your favorite home cooked meals, comfort shows, and which scents you enjoy smelling when you unwind.
Everything is a blur once you arrive at your destination. From the sterile waiting area, to being called into a treatment room ending with a block of medical jargon being spewed your way.
Overwhelming doesn’t begin to describe it all.
But then, you are let into the back area, to see your longtime companion.
Your pet has never looked so…tired, and deflated. They aren’t able to sit up on their own anymore and it breaks your heart that much further to see them in such a state. You feel helpless. Each labored breath they take produces a wheezing sound, further displaying the agony that they are in.
Your emotions are conflicted.
Beyond being crushed, your stomach is in knots and your heart is racing.
But, despite that they’ve somehow held on. Determined to see you once more before departing from this plane of existence.
Three syringes.
After discussing their reduced quality of life, you agree to a private session.
One with cloudy white liquid, a sedative.
The middle with clear liquid, a saline solution.
You’re coached through how this will proceed. But you are still shocked with how fast these solutions take effect. Within seconds, your pet-
And the final with pink liquid, the one that would stop their heart.
No.
Your baby is gone, forever.
You are a wreck the entire time, but Sylus remained stalwart by your side. Rubbing your back in small, medium, then large circles. Warming you up, while a cold front envelops your heart. He handles asking the hard questions with ease, questions that you can’t even bear to utter in the aftermath.
Once the arrangements for your pet have been made, he pays the needed fees and ushers you out of the building and back into his car.
“Thank you for your support in there. I couldn’t have done this without you,” you meekly uttered.
“You never have to thank me for taking care of you. It’s what I’m here for.”
You send a watery smile his way, and he sends a bittersweet one back. Sylus has held you while you cried over intense moments in a movie, a video game and even a rom com when you were in the mood for one. But he’s never seen you quite so shattered.
In the past, people have given Sylus many disparaging titles; cold, heartless, a fiend. And over time he’s unconsciously internalized them as truth.
But since meeting you, those statements have been proven false time and time again. Especially now, with how his heart lurched watching your beautiful face crumple under the weight of your loss. Need to keep himself busy, he handed you tissues and began rubbing your leg. Holding space for you release your anguish on your own time. And when the tears stopped, for the time being, no words were needed.
He drove back to your apartment to help you pack enough clothes, toiletries, and miscellaneous items to last you a week at his place. As capable as he knows you are in all facets of your life, he refuses to let you tend to yourself after what happened today.
Over the next week you’ve taken leave from work and have been doted on by the love of your life.
He has sat on the tile floor, next to his claw foot tub to massage and help wash you up.
He has tasked his personal chef with making any meal or snack you desired.
He has cared for your hair as well as you would yourself, knowing how much the health and appearance of it means to you.
He was always there to wipe away the tears that fell and to kiss the paths of dry skin left in their wake.
And most importantly, he’s just been there for you.
He’s happily stayed up late to reminisce with you over the cherished memories you will forever hold of your pet.
By your side.
As he would remain, until you sent him away. And luckily for your both, that day will never come.
Forcing a Smile and Waving Goodbye - Sylus x reader
Summary: Your world is turned upside down the day your pet gets sick. You, your home, and emotions are a mess. But Sylus, your anchor, comforts you through it all.
Content: (TW): loss of a pet, euthanasia description, the pet mentioned is a cat, hurt/comfort, fluff, pet names (my love, sweetie, kitten), gn reader (1.5k wc)
A/N: This fic is dedicated to my cat Smokey. I will never forget how silly and sweet you were ❤️🩹
The past few weeks have been tumultuous and emotionally taxing.
You’re not sleeping well, can’t be bothered to cook balanced meals, and have run through more boxes of tissues than you’d like to admit.
You realize that this day was bound to come, because death was the inevitable for every living being. But you were not prepared for how gutted you would feel.
Up until this point, you’ve avoided imagining life without your sweet baby, beloved pet and companion in life. You found them on the streets, dirty, hungry and feisty as can be. They put up a fight as you gave them their first bath, but their tune changed quickly once the belly rubs and food entered the picture.
You’ll never forget that day.
You were walking home from the store when you heard a string of scraggly, tiny meows. After searching through the surrounding bushes, you found one ball of fur with two big old eyes staring right at you.
And since then, they have been a major source of joy in a world that could be so bleak.
Their gentle meows became a mainstay. And it was priceless noticing each new quirk they picked up as they matured and further burrowed their way into your heart.
The trouble began when they got sick out of nowhere. You immediately took them to the vet, so sure that they would recover soon and be back to their usual self. But when you were facing one, two then three vet visits in the rear view mirror – the terrifying truth began to settle deep within your stomach. Although you didn’t want to say it out loud, to give life to such a heart wrenching possibility – you realized that your pet would never truly recover.
Days that were once filled with belly rubs and snapping pictures of them all around your apartment have ended. And instead have been replaced with appetite stimulants, antibiotics, increasingly anxious talks with the vet, and what seemed to be endless lab tests. All in effort to correct something that was very wrong with your baby.
Anyone would have crumbled under the pressure of trying to juggle it all and stay afloat. You have so many things that you need to do on top of caring for your pet.
Going through the motions at work and resisting the urge to break down has been draining you. But putting up a good front wasn’t enough to fool Sylus. Because he knows you and your tells, particularly when you are and are not doing okay. And like plenty of other times before, he has been your rock and safe space throughout.
This morning, you got the call from your vet, urging you to come in. And listening back to the voicemail stole the breath from your lungs. Considering your opposing schedules, you’ve been keeping Sylus up to date via texts, phone and video calls. You shakily located his contact number before pressing the call button.
The phone rang twice before he picked up.
“Hello, my love, to what do I owe the pleasure of this call?” he asked in a husky voice that betrayed he’d recently woken up. By your doing or his own.
“Sylus, can you please come pick me up?”
“Of course I can sweetie, what’s the matter?” he asked as you began to hear him rummage around in the background.
“I just got a call from my vet, and I -” you’re unable to finish your sentence before breaking down in tears, clutching your cell phone like it was your lifeline. You’re unable to hold in the tiny whimpers and gasps that make their way out of your mouth.
“I need you to take some deep breaths for me.”
You attempt to comply as you hiccup with tears rolling down your face.
“Come on, breath with me. In and out,” he demonstrates for you, pausing for you to follow along.
“Good, now again. In and out.”
You close your eyes and follow his soft-spoken instructions.
“There you go,” he croons.
“Just one more time for me, okay? In and out.”
By the end of that exercise, you feel calm enough to be pulled into casual conversation while he makes his way over to you.
Before long, Sylus is at your front door, enveloping you in the warmest hug imaginable. His distraction over the phone worked well, but now that he is here the reality of this situation hits you once again.
Noticing this, Sylus releases you from his embrace to fully take you in. You know you look a mess, and so does your apartment. You’ve haven’t been able to make yourself do mundane chores like cleaning and cooking while your pet has been away. The dishes in your kitchen have piled up and your trash can is close to bursting with takeout containers, snacks wrappers and soda cans.
Normally, when someone comes over you would try to clean up and make things presentable. But you knew Sylus would never judge you for something like this.
“Are you ready to leave kitten? I’m sure they are eagerly waiting to see you.”
You nod and head down to his car. The drive there is quiet, but not in an awkward or stifling way. Instead, it felt comfortable and contemplative. Currently, your mind is racing, going over all the possible scenarios of how today may go. And on his end, Sylus is making a mental checklist of your favorite home cooked meals, comfort shows, and which scents you enjoy smelling when you unwind.
Everything is a blur once you arrive at your destination. From the sterile waiting area, to being called into a treatment room ending with a block of medical jargon being spewed your way.
Overwhelming doesn’t begin to describe it all.
But then, you are let into the back area, to see your longtime companion.
Your pet has never looked so…tired, and deflated. They aren’t able to sit up on their own anymore and it breaks your heart that much further to see them in such a state. You feel helpless. Each labored breath they take produces a wheezing sound, further displaying the agony that they are in.
Your emotions are conflicted.
Beyond being crushed, your stomach is in knots and your heart is racing.
But, despite that they’ve somehow held on. Determined to see you once more before departing from this plane of existence.
After discussing their reduced quality of life, you agree to a private session.
Three syringes.
One with cloudy white liquid, a sedative.
The middle with clear liquid, a saline solution.
And the final with pink liquid, the one that would stop their heart.
You’re coached through how this will proceed. But you are still shocked with how fast these solutions take effect. Within seconds, your pet-
No.
Your baby is gone, forever.
You are a wreck the entire time, but Sylus remained stalwart by your side. Rubbing your back in small, medium, then large circles. Warming you up, while a cold front envelops your heart. He handles asking the hard questions with ease, questions that you can’t even bear to utter in the aftermath.
Once the arrangements for your pet have been made, he pays the needed fees and ushers you out of the building and back into his car.
“Thank you for your support in there. I couldn’t have done this without you,” you meekly uttered.
“You never have to thank me for taking care of you. It’s what I’m here for.”
You send a watery smile his way, and he sends a bittersweet one back. Sylus has held you while you cried over intense moments in a movie, a video game and even a rom com when you were in the mood for one. But he’s never seen you quite so shattered.
In the past, people have given Sylus many disparaging titles; cold, heartless, a fiend. And over time he’s unconsciously internalized them as truth.
But since meeting you, those statements have been proven false time and time again. Especially now, with how his heart lurched watching your beautiful face crumple under the weight of your loss. Needing to keep himself busy, he handed you tissues and began rubbing your leg. Holding space for you release your anguish on your own time. And when the tears stopped, for the time being, no words were needed.
He drove back to your apartment to help you pack enough clothes, toiletries, and miscellaneous items to last you a week at his place. As capable as he knows you are in all facets of your life, he refuses to let you tend to yourself after what happened today.
Over the next week you’ve taken leave from work and have been doted on by the love of your life.
He has sat on the tile floor, next to his claw foot tub to massage and help wash you up.
He has tasked his personal chef with making any meal or snack you desired.
He has cared for your hair as well as you would yourself, knowing how much the health and appearance of it means to you.
He was always there to wipe away the tears that fell and to kiss the paths of dry skin left in their wake.
He’s happily stayed up late to reminisce with you over the cherished memories you will forever hold of your pet.
And most importantly, he’s just been there for you.
By your side.
As he would remain, until you sent him away. And luckily for your both, that day will never come.
Summary: Being asexual has caused you pain with dating in the past. But then, you meet Sylus. Are you destined for more heartbreak or something beyond your expectations?
Content: a smidgen of angst, fluff, asexual reader, gn reader, anxiety (1.3k wc)
A/N: Hey y’all it’s been a while! I hope my fellow asexual baddies enjoy this fic 🌸
As you grew up, you noticed you were different from your peers.
For one, you didn’t feel the same drive and temptation to have sex as everyone else seemed to have. Whether it was gossip amongst your friends, a song on the radio, or multiple scenes in tv shows and movies – everything always seemed to revolve around sex.
You did have a crush every now and again and even dated a few people. But you broke it off once they tried to initiate something beyond a kiss or cuddling.
And you abruptly lost interest in dating after someone you went out with for a few months accused you of being a tease for not wanting to go “all the way” with them.
Instead, you poured more energy into your hobbies and spending time with friends. But in the back of your mind you wondered if anyone else felt the same way you did – or if you were just an anomaly.
One night while scrolling on reddit you came across a thread discussing asexuality, and it piqued your interest. After a few hours of scrolling, looking terms up, and navigating to multiple websites – you are left speechless.
Although it seems obvious now that it’s laid out in front of you, you acknowledge that you’ve never experienced sexual attraction. Instead, you’ve mistaken feeling aesthetic and romantic attraction as sexual because you haven’t had many examples otherwise. This both soothes and upsets you. Because the chances of meeting anyone who fully understands and accepts you feels impossible.
After many nights of researching, you’ve prepared to enjoy your life with platonic connections only.
Until one day, you meet Sylus and the two of you just click. You’re unable to control how swiftly you develop a crush on him.
And honestly who could blame you?
Sylus is roguishly handsome. And beyond that – he has a devious sense of humor, an entrancing voice, and his piercing ruby red gaze have become a mainstay in your dreams.
And before long, yours and his free time have become entwined. Whether it be playing video games together, attending auctions for obscure treasures, or working out your frustrations in his home gym. You gravitated towards each other, and he brought up feelings that you’ve never felt for another person.
You have also shared intimate moments. In contrast with your past dating attempts, they never went too far, and you felt comfortable the entire time. Cuddling on the couch while watching movies, holding hands as you walk at night, clinging to his tapered waist as he steers his bike smoothly around the twists and turns on the highway. You’ve even shared pecks on the lips on the rare occasion that you feel bold enough to initiate. The common theme with all your interactions is that Sylus has never pressured you, content with going at the pace you wordlessly set.
You know you are in love with him. It is crystal clear to you and anyone who witnesses you two together. But lately you’ve been in a perpetual state of fear anticipating the day when the absence of sex will sour your dynamic.
You have eyes, and you see how strangers eye Sylus when you two are in public. He’s undeniably attractive, quick witted, hilarious, wealthy and mischievous. The full package in almost anyone’s mind.
You are painfully aware that so many people would love to be in your place. Ready and willing to give him something that you have no interest in. And that makes you feel self-conscious, small, and inadequate. But you are able to ignore these thoughts because being with him is worth the (mental) anguish.
It all came to a head when Sylus invited you to his home and surprised you with a fully catered meal from his personal chef. While you experienced sheer bliss from the dessert served Sylus asked you to be his girlfriend.
You felt your heart stop beating for a few moments. And while you wanted to scream “YES” you still carried the wounds from being discarded and called a tease once you made it clear that you had no interest in sex.
So, instead of following your heart you withdrew from Sylus and the happy bubble you two formed whenever you are in each other’s presence.
You began to decline his invitations to hang out, you tried your best not to get too close to him so he wouldn’t get the wrong idea, you even contemplated breaking off your friendship. But you selfishly couldn’t let him go.
Sylus is observant, infuriatingly so, and he immediately noticed how you withdrew into yourself after he asked you to be his, officially.
At first, he was taken aback. Not because he wasn’t prepared for rejection. But more so because the longing and affection he saw reflecting in your eyes resonated with how he felt about you.
He gave you the space and time to come to him and express yourself. But when it became apparent that that moment may never occur, he refused to let you slip away.
After luring you over with the promise of a VR gaming night, Sylus broached what’s been weighing on his mind.
“I realize that rejecting someone may be an uncomfortable experience. But I cannot bear losing you just because my feelings aren’t reciprocated. Please don’t shut me out kitten.”
You feel a lump form in your throat as your heart rate skyrockets.
“Rejecting you is the last thing I want to do Sylus. I just-” you cut yourself off before the truth can flow past your lips. Then, you hastily turn your face away from his searching gaze as your eyes began to mist over.
You feel him gently grab one of your hands in his own and rub his thumb over your knuckles in a soothing manner. After a few moments of silence, you look his way again.
“Sweetie, anything you tell me will not change how I feel about you. I promise.”
The sincere look in his eyes finally gives you the courage to say what’s been weighing on your mind.
“Sy I would love to date you…but I don’t want to mislead you about the type of person that I am.”
He reluctantly released your hand, but his eyes remain unflinchingly focused on you – taking in each micro expression that flits across your visage.
“What type of person you are? I am very familiar with that already sweetie.” Sylus says with a teasing lilt.
You can’t help but huff at his tone during your serious moment. But it warms your heart all the same.
“Well, there is one thing I have not shared with you, it’s about my sexuality. I-I’m asexual Sylus.”
The silence in his home is thick and drags on as you nervously fiddle with your fingers.
When your eyes meet again, Sylus is just sitting there. Patiently waiting for you to continue, like you didn’t just drop the bomb of a lifetime.
“…Is that all?”
You sputter in disbelief.
“Is that all? Sylus I do not experience sexual attraction.”
“Well yes, that’s the definition asexuality.”
You quickly speak over him before he can piss you off further.
“WHICH MEANS that I am not interested in having sex. Like at all. I think I’m sex ambivalent most days and sex repulsed the others.”
Sylus’ eyes sparkle as he takes in how animated you’ve become.
“Do you feel better now kitten?”
“…I guess.”
“Now that you’ve gotten that off of your chest, will you answer my question?”
“What question?”
Sylus’ smile reaches his eyes, clearly displaying his affection towards you.
“Will. You. Be. Mine?” punctuating each word with a chaste kiss to each cheek, your forehead, ending with your lips.
“Are you really okay with dating someone like me?”
“Sweetie, I’ve been searching for you for lifetimes. I would accept you no matter what your sexuality is, how you look, and in spite of any other flaw you see within yourself.”
Your breath catches in your throat as his all-encompassing acceptance warms your heart.
“Then, you already know my answer. I’m in love with you and my heart is already yours.”
All Sylus can do is smile and pull you into a hug. You are the other half of his soul, and he will love you however you come.
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