the door creaked open before sylus stepped into the room, slow and muffled steps clicked against the dark wooden floor. the deal had run longer than expected and made him come home to his beloved wife much later than he would’ve preferred.
he took off his shoes and put them near his several other neat pairs. he slowly approached the king-sized bed as he took in the sight of you utterly asleep, a shirt of his only doing so much to cover the top half of your body. your disheveled hair and peaceful face softened his gaze, a satisfying wave of warmth coursing through his veins.
you’d found peace in his haven and there was nothing more soothing for sylus than that.
he bent down and pressed a loving kiss on your forehead, brushing some stray strands of hair from your face. the urge of jump on the bed and cuddle with you there and then was hard to resist. but sylus, ever the disciplined man, straightened his back and headed to the bathroom to take a much-needed shower, without looking back.
because he could fight his desires, but only for so long—and he knew that when he returned, there would be no running from them.
he took the quickest shower known to man—a quite efficient 15-minute shower. don’t get him wrong though, it may have been quick, but not for lack of effort—every second spent under the water felt like a test of self-control. the steam carried your presence in a way he’d like to deny.
with a towel hanging low on his hips, he dried his hair idly with the help of a hand towel, two yawns escaping his lips without permission. he analyzed his reflection in the mirror and paid special attention to the smudged purple that stained his under-eye bags. he needed to sleep with you, and he needed it now.
the impenetrable silence was disturbed by an abnormal scream. a terrified scream. sylus’ eyebrow perked up and his eyes shot wide open; he rushed to slam the door open the moment he recognized your voice beneath those layers of utter fear.
sylus didn’t waste any time and scanned the room—no enigmatic silhouette lurked in the shadows, everything was in place, no signs of violence.
yet there your figure laid—trembling in fear, lips quivering as your furrowed brow shrank you deeper into a dream of despair.
a nightmare.
sylus understood it too quickly to be true and moved closer to your restless body, hands carefully reaching for your face. he took in your expression—eyebrows drawn in, lips inhaling and exhaling with each rapid rise of your chest, temples sweating, tears escaping from the corner of your eyes.
how could something intangible bring down to such a state a wonderful and strong woman like you? sylus couldn’t fathom the thought—much less the possibility.
his heart clenched at the sight and immediately tried to wake you up. his soul could not bear seeing you like this, reduced to such despair.
his left hand cradled the side of your face as his thumb stroked your cheekbone. meanwhile, his right hand crept up your arm and shook your figure gently. “my beloved…” he tried, “wake up, c’mon.”
he rocked your body for a few seconds, still no response—other than your exhilarating breathing and unintelligible blubbering. “sweetie, you need to wake up.”
his arms grasped your sides and shook you a bit harder this time, successfully bringing you out of the dark abyss. with a sharp gasp, your first move was to hit your husband’s thick neck with the side of your palm—the latter could only grunt due to the impact.
the dangerous haze of paranoia dazed your mind, fake alert sirens blaring in your head. all your skillful battle techniques came in handy.
poor sylus, who only had time to blink before you were straddling him, almost directing your fist towards his nose. but the punch never landed.
his hand shot up faster than yours, gently yet firmly trapping your clenched hand. “sweetheart, look at me.” his eyes met yours. this wasn’t you—gaze drowned in panic, trembling hands under his touch. this was not his wife.
your dizzy orbs quivered as they tried to focus on something, someone. but tears filled your visual field, and you grew more desperate by the second—more vulnerable, more lost.
a ray of sunlight shone from the darkness surrounding you and materialized into a gentle touch, a soft and loving palm pushing you forward onto something firm and strong. warmth spread inside your cold, numb limbs.
sylus knew better than to act harshly. therefore, his hand glided over your back and gently pulled you towards him the moment he felt your wild strength falter, your cheek pressing against his chest as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.
“‘m sylus, sweetie, your husband.” he muttered tenderly, his palm continuing with its ministrations along your back. “you’re safe now, i’ve got you.”
your foggy mind cleared up gradually, the only thing keeping you on your toes being the glint of your wedding ring. with squinting eyes, you suddenly recognized your surroundings—dim lighting, dark red sheets and a black bed frame, a vintage record player carefully placed in the corner of the room.
oh. you’re home.
you shifted your attention to your lover, who waited —both patient and expectantly— for you to meet his red loving eyes. your irises welled up once again. “sy…”
“yes?” his almost silent voice softened your insides, and finally, you dissolved into tears.
your voice cracked more with each sob as you sputtered everything out. “‘m sorry i-i don’t know what happened but-“ you sobbed sharply. “b-but i almost hurt you and i didn’t mean to do that at all—“
a low and soothing shhhh cut off your wobbly words, his strong arms pulling you closer, pressing you firmly against his frame. “i know, sweetie, i know.” he murmured. soon, the calm weight of silence engulfed you—truly an oddly satisfying feeling. his fingers traced delicate scribbles on your skin, gently grounding you, bringing you back down to earth.
sylus mumbled under his breath. “there’s nothing to be afraid of, my beloved.” he paused for a few seconds before continuing. “you’re home.”
the words settled deep within you, offering a comfort you’ve never felt before. wrapped in his embrace, the tremor in your chest slowly eased, each breath falling back into rhythm with his. home was not the room, nor the ring glinting on your hand—it was this: the steady rise of his chest beneath your cheek, the quiet certainty that you were safe, loved, and no longer alone.
PUSH A LITTLE FURTHER ON THE EDGE ♡ .ᐟ ft. sylus qin.
summary. after a rough day, all you need is to get numb to the feeling. luckily, sylus knows just what you need, except you beat him to it and take what you're craving the most: him.
word count. 1,4k
disclaimer. smut (mdni!), free use, sub! sylus, dom! reader, overstimulation, spanking, playing with sylus’s cute n sensitive pecs <3, riding, unprotected sex, dirty talk, begging, implied multiple orgasms, our sy loves being praised!
nic’s notes ♡ can’t believe i’d forgotten i wrote this, oops- well, can this count as a very belated sylus’ bday gift? ߹𖥦߹
you had a bad day. the coffee mug you accidentally knocked down, staining the pile of documents you had to go through today was the mere beginning of it.
then everything went downhill, no need to recap your rather eventful and disastrous day.
sylus felt it the moment you set foot in your apartment. he had insisted on staying here whilst he took care of some important business, which he didn’t bother to explain thoroughly.
irritation spilled out of you, your frowning brows speaking volumes. your pounding temple was causing the most unbearable headache. you just wanted to take a painkiller and get lost in the comfortable sheets of your bed.
sylus was chilling in your living room, sitting on your large sofa whilst cleaning his heavy handgun with deliberate care, when you walked past the threshold—his head perked up, eyes lighting up slightly.
he stood up, leaving his weapon on the coffee table with a quiet thud, his eyes following your every action. you took off your shoes and hung your jacket before exhaling deeply.
“there she is.” he approached, standing mere meters away from you. he crossed his arms and rested his tall figure against a large column. he had noticed it was rather late for you to be arriving home, the breach between 7pm and midnight being clear as day. dark circles hung from your under-eyes, something sylus quickly perceived.
his gaze softened as he took in your beaten-up expression, his voice only above a soft whisper. “bad day?”
your chest heaved with a sigh, “‘bad’ doesn’t even cover how shitty it was.”
you headed to your sofa, plumping down into the soft cushions that immediately hugged your cheeks almost sweetly. “everything. just everything went wrong.”
he sat down next to your defeated figure, a soothing hand cupping the small of your back. “wish to vent your thoughts? i’m more than happy to be of service, sweetie.”
you shifted, switching from lying down to sitting properly, your head dropped on his broad shoulders. “i don’t wanna waste my energy cursing everyone who crossed me today and their mother.”
a moment of silence engulfed you both, sylus’ ministrations not stopping at any time. you hummed softly before murmuring, “y’know, i really wish we were at the n109 zone so that i could blow off some steam by beating the hell outta your punching bag.”
sylus’ response didn’t come immediately. this being weird enough made you turn your head, your eyes meeting his undecipherable expression.
deep within his irises bloomed the sharp edges of desire, the longing for pleasuring you.
he spoke, his velvety voice laced with wanting. “i could offer you something far more satisfying than a punching bag.”
you tilted your head slightly, your fried brain too slow to catch on to his intentions. “what are you talking about?”
a subtle smirk touched his lips. “i have another way in mind for you to blow off steam.”
“which consists of…?”
“you on top of me.”
———
your hips clashed with sylus’, the filthy sound of your wet skin slapping against his was almost sinful. your forehead was decorated with shiny beads of sweat as you rode sylus within an inch of your life. this was what you needed. to lose yourself in him and his cock. no thoughts. no worries.
nothing to think about at all. it was only you, your lust and him.
oh how you adored sylus for always letting you use him however you pleased.
you had been going for an hour now—orgasm after orgasm, nonstop. sylus was almost sure his cock was about to be split in two from the overstimulating feeling, but you weren’t finished. didn’t even look as if you were close to being finished. and that was all that mattered—your satisfaction.
your walls snuggled his shaft as though it was meant to be that way. your weight bounced off his hips as you used his chest as support. your hands laid still, only pressing him deeper into the mattress.
“that’s it, kitten—take whatever you need, use me.”
his hand flew towards your ass and slapped its flesh, the skin jiggling under his palm. the spank encouraged you to keep going—harder, thoughtlessly pushing yourself further and further away from reality.
as you chased that delicious sensation, your manicured nails clawed down at his chest, idly tracing delicious red lines all over his pecs.
you couldn’t recognize sylus in front of you, your mind was blurred by the consuming pleasure.
until a sharp grunt pulled you out of your misty haze.
sylus’ cheeks were flushed, the prettiest shade of red extended to the tip of his ears and his chest, which was artfully marked by your neediness. his crimson irises flashed a scarlet spark every time his tip reached deeper and deeper into your cunt.
he babbled, blaring red sirens tormenting his head. he was going to cum like a loser if you kept kneading at his pecs like that, and he could not have that. “f—fuck, sweetie. there’s no need to rush, slow down a b-nghh!”
it never mattered to sylus if you went a little overdrive and got lost in your senses and primal desire of claiming him and satisfying your needs. that’s why he always let you suck beautiful hickeys all over his neck and collarbone. but come to think of it, you’d never extended those sweet love marks to his chiseled pecs.
hm. interesting.
everyone has their weak spots, and sylus had made it his life duty to never let you find out about his.
too bad he failed to do so tonight.
a devilish smirk flashed across your face. “what’s wrong, sy? sensitive?”
your hand kept caressing the skin and groping it. his hips jerked sharply, pushing himself deeper into your insides. “hngh! kitten, please—”
you fiddled with his pecs as if they were bread buns, fingers twiddling with his nipples. each roll of your thumb over the perked peak pulled moans and whines out of sylus’ spit-dripping lips.
“well that’s some news, isn't it? the big, bad boss of onychinus can’t have his nipples played with ‘cause he turns into a babbling mess.” you teased before clenching down on him purposely. the sudden clamp turned him further into mush.
“this sight is for me and me only, isn’t it right?” you watched how he sank deeper into subspace as you kept fidgeting with his sensitive nubs.
“yes, sweetie. only yours—always and forever yours.”
“that’s a good boy.”
grunts and pants heaved from his chest, his angry red tip kept pounding into your cervix, stretching you further and further. hoarseness laced sylus’ voice by the second, his desperate body language giving him away quicker than he would’ve preferred.
“you wanna cum, don’t you?” your gaze met his, lust and devotion blending perfectly into the redness of his eye. “i can see right through you, sweetie.” the pet name rolled off your tongue deliciously. sylus’ eyes rolled all the way back to his skull as his cock twitched inside you.
“shit–kitten, stop.” you met his beaten-up expression, crystallized rubies pleading for mercy.
“do you really want that?” you cooed as you soothe your palm over his pink-dyed cheek. “want me to stop playing with these cute nipples of yours?”
you waited for an answer that you knew wouldn’t arrive. a smirk dimmed your eyes as you took in the sight before you: a desperate sylus, chest flushed, irises glinting in neediness.
you muttered, devilishness hiding beneath your syrupy tone. “didn’t think so.”
your pace never ceased, frantically rocking your pelvis against his, seeking your release. your pupils were blown out, the desire to absolutely wreck sylus consumed you to the bone.
what really did it for you when he started pleading for you. “i’m really gonna cum if you keep touching me like th–ungh–kitten stop, please.”
you chuckled darkly under your breath. “but i’m so close syyyy,” you drew out that nickname he loved oh so much hearing from you. “don’t you wanna be a good boy ’nd make me cum?”
your sinful words blinded him completely, humping at you and pressing himself impossibly closer to you. your warm, tight walls clamped down on him in the most lustful way, milking the life out of his oversensitive dick.
“a-ah, fucking god–ah!” he huffed, panting like a dog in heat. “please, cum–cum, i need t’ cum–ngah!”
you shushed him mockingly, your sweet smile belying your dark intentions. “you’re so cute, sy…” you leaned down to press a wet kiss against his overheated face.
zayne puts you in time-out—in his own special way. ♡
disclaimer. overstimulation, restraints, brat taming.
“please, zayne, let me out of these things—nghh!”
zayne’s unamused expression tickled something deep within you as he set his cup down with a soft click on his desk. “it’s almost amusing, the way you assume you have the authority to demand anything from me.”
“i’ll never bother you at work again, zaynie—ahh—‘m sorry!”
“we both know that’s a lie, darling.”
your trembling thighs squirmed as if trying to break free from the unbearably embarrassing situation zayne had put you in. his belt was pressed securely around your upper thighs, circling the flesh in a way it was impossible for you to escape. nestled securely between your legs was a powerful vibrator, its intensity set to the highest level.
your hands were also powerless since a pair of fluffy handcuffs restrained them. fists clenched as though trying to bear the unbearable, overcome the wave of intense overstimulation.
your current state was beyond embarrassing on its own, but zayne’s nonchalance made it ten times worse.
though he had every right to act like that.
a bit more than an hour ago, you had arrived at his office. all akso hospital’s workers could contemplate was the sight of the all-mighty dr. zayne li’s loving and sweet girlfriend is bringing him his lunch to work, a neat and warm bento box resting in your hands as you walked through the hospital hallways.
though your real intentions belied your angelical face.
zayne had greeted you with his usual soft grin, and it was like you could even see the halo floating above his head.
what an angel you were about to corrupt.
or well, at least that was your intention!
your attempts at trying to make zayne put his paperwork aside and focus on you and your insatiable lust were futile. thoroughly.
and so, of course, your sweet and caring boyfriend had to put you in your place and correct your behavior.
your whole body tensed up as pleasant sparks thrilled you to the core, your nth orgasm stalking the edges of your abyss.
your high-pitched whines reverberated throughout the pristine office. “it’s too much! please, baby, please!”
“i don’t care.” he deadpanned, his chilly voice biting into the heat of your body. “and quiet down, you don’t want my coworkers to hear you moan like some desperate thing, do you?”
zayne puts you in time-out—in his own special way. ♡
disclaimer. overstimulation, restraints, brat taming.
“please, zayne, let me out of these things—nghh!”
zayne’s unamused expression tickled something deep within you as he set his cup down with a soft click on his desk. “it’s almost amusing, the way you assume you have the authority to demand anything from me.”
“i’ll never bother you at work again, zaynie—ahh—‘m sorry!”
“we both know that’s a lie, darling.”
your trembling thighs squirmed as if trying to break free from the unbearably embarrassing situation zayne had put you in. his belt was pressed securely around your upper thighs, circling the flesh in a way it was impossible for you to escape. nestled securely between your legs was a powerful vibrator, its intensity set to the highest level.
your hands were also powerless since a pair of fluffy handcuffs restrained them. fists clenched as though trying to bear the unbearable, overcome the wave of intense overstimulation.
your current state was beyond embarrassing on its own, but zayne’s nonchalance made it ten times worse.
though he had every right to act like that.
a bit more than an hour ago, you had arrived at his office. all akso hospital’s workers could contemplate was the sight of the all-mighty dr. zayne li’s loving and sweet girlfriend bringing him his lunch to work, a neat and warm bento box resting in your hands as you walked through the hospital hallways.
though your real intentions belied your angelical face.
zayne had greeted you with his usual soft grin, and it was like you could even see the halo floating above his head.
what an angel you were about to corrupt.
or well, at least that was your intention!
your attempts at trying to make zayne put his paperwork aside and focus on you and your insatiable lust were futile. thoroughly.
and so, of course, your sweet and caring boyfriend had to put you in your place and correct your behavior.
your whole body tensed up as pleasant sparks thrilled you to the core, your nth orgasm stalking the edges of your abyss.
your high-pitched whines reverberated throughout the pristine office. “it’s too much! please, baby, please!”
“i don’t care.” he deadpanned, his chilly voice biting into the heat of your body. “and quiet down, you don’t want my coworkers to hear you moan like some desperate thing, do you?”
five dollars less on my bank account buuut we got the card😍 the kindled was a whole other experience wtf can’t believe i got a card that’s spicier than night of secrecy
PUSH A LITTLE FURTHER ON THE EDGE ♡ .ᐟ ft. sylus qin.
summary. after a rough day, all you need is to get numb to the feeling. luckily, sylus knows just what you need, except you beat him to it and take what you're craving the most: him.
word count. 1,4k
disclaimer. smut (mdni!), free use, sub! sylus, dom! reader, overstimulation, spanking, playing with sylus’s cute n sensitive pecs <3, riding, unprotected sex, dirty talk, begging, implied multiple orgasms, our sy loves being praised!
nic’s notes ♡ can’t believe i’d forgotten i wrote this, oops- well, can this count as a very belated sylus’ bday gift? ߹𖥦߹
you had a bad day. the coffee mug you accidentally knocked down, staining the pile of documents you had to go through today was the mere beginning of it.
then everything went downhill, no need to recap your rather eventful and disastrous day.
sylus felt it the moment you set foot in your apartment. he had insisted on staying here whilst he took care of some important business, which he didn’t bother to explain thoroughly.
irritation spilled out of you, your frowning brows speaking volumes. your pounding temple was causing the most unbearable headache. you just wanted to take a painkiller and get lost in the comfortable sheets of your bed.
sylus was chilling in your living room, sitting on your large sofa whilst cleaning his heavy handgun with deliberate care, when you walked past the threshold—his head perked up, eyes lighting up slightly.
he stood up, leaving his weapon on the coffee table with a quiet thud, his eyes following your every action. you took off your shoes and hung your jacket before exhaling deeply.
“there she is.” he approached, standing mere meters away from you. he crossed his arms and rested his tall figure against a large column. he had noticed it was rather late for you to be arriving home, the breach between 7pm and midnight being clear as day. dark circles hung from your under-eyes, something sylus quickly perceived.
his gaze softened as he took in your beaten-up expression, his voice only above a soft whisper. “bad day?”
your chest heaved with a sigh, “‘bad’ doesn’t even cover how shitty it was.”
you headed to your sofa, plumping down into the soft cushions that immediately hugged your cheeks almost sweetly. “everything. just everything went wrong.”
he sat down next to your defeated figure, a soothing hand cupping the small of your back. “wish to vent your thoughts? i’m more than happy to be of service, sweetie.”
you shifted, switching from lying down to sitting properly, your head dropped on his broad shoulders. “i don’t wanna waste my energy cursing everyone you crossed me today and their mother.”
a moment of silence engulfed you both, sylus’ ministrations not stopping at any time. you hummed softly before murmuring, “y’know, i really wish we were at the n109 zone so that i could blow off some steam by beating the hell outta your punching bag.”
sylus’ response didn’t come immediately. this being weird enough made you turn your head, your eyes meeting his undecipherable expression.
deep within his irises bloomed the sharp edges of desire, the longing for pleasuring you.
he spoke, his velvety voice laced with wanting. “i could offer you something far more satisfying than a punching bag.”
you tilted your head slightly, your fried brain too slow to catch on to his intentions. “what are you talking about?”
a subtle smirk touched his lips. “i had another way in mind for you to blow off steam.”
“which consists of…?”
“you on top of me.”
———
your hips clashed with sylus’, the filthy sound of your wet skin slapping against his was almost sinful. your forehead was decorated with shiny beads of sweat as you rode sylus within an inch of your life. this was what you needed. to lose yourself in him and his cock. no thoughts. no worries.
nothing to think about at all. it was only you, your lust and him.
oh how you adored sylus for always letting you use him however you pleased.
you had been going for an hour now—orgasm after orgasm, nonstop. sylus was almost sure his cock was about to be split in two from the overstimulating feeling, but you weren’t finished. didn’t even look as if you were close to being finished. and that was all that mattered—your satisfaction.
your walls snuggled his shaft as though it was meant to be that way. your weight bounced off his hips as you used his chest as support. your hands laid still, only pressing him deeper into the mattress.
“that’s it, kitten—take whatever you need, use me.”
his hand flew towards your ass and slapped its flesh, the skin jiggling under his palm. the spank encouraged you to keep going—harder, thoughtlessly pushing yourself further and further away from reality.
as you chased that delicious sensation, your manicured nails clawed down at his chest, idly tracing delicious red lines all over his pecs.
you couldn’t recognize sylus in front of you, your mind was blurred by the consuming pleasure.
until a sharp grunt pulled you out of your misty haze.
sylus’ cheeks were flushed, the prettiest shade of red extended to the tip of his ears and his chest, which was artfully marked by your neediness. his crimson irises flashed a scarlet spark every time his tip reached deeper and deeper into your cunt.
he babbled, blaring red alerts tormenting his head. he was going to cum like a loser if you kept kneading at his pecs like that, and he could not have that. “f—fuck, sweetie. there’s no need to rush, slow down a b-nghh!”
it never mattered to sylus if you went a little overdrive and got lost in your senses and primal desire of claiming him and satisfying your needs. that’s why he always let you suck beautiful hickeys all over his neck and collarbone. but come to think of it, you’d never extended those sweet love marks to his chiseled pecs.
hm. interesting.
everyone has their weak spots, and sylus had made it his life duty to never let you find out about his.
too bad he failed to do so tonight.
a devilish smirk flashed across your face. “what’s wrong, sy? sensitive?”
your hand kept caressing the skin and groping it. his hips jerked sharply, pushing himself deeper into your insides. “hngh! kitten, please—”
you fiddled with his pecs as if they were bread buns, fingers twiddling with his nipples. each roll of your thumb over the perked peak pulled moans and whines out of sylus’ spit-dripping lips.
“well that’s some news, isn't it? the big, bad boss of onychinus can’t have his nipples played with ‘cause he turns into a babbling mess.” you teased before clenching down on him purposely. the sudden clamp turned him further into mush.
“this sight is for me and me only, isn’t it right?” you watched how he sank deeper into subspace as you kept fidgeting with his sensitive nubs.
“yes, sweetie. only yours—always and forever yours.”
“that’s a good boy.”
grunts and pants heaved from his chest, his angry red tip kept pounding into your cervix, stretching you further and further. hoarseness laced sylus’ voice by the second, his desperate body language giving him away quicker than he would’ve preferred.
“you wanna cum, don’t you?” your gaze met his, lust and devotion blending perfectly into the redness of his eye. “i can see right through you, sweetie.” the pet name rolled off your tongue deliciously. sylus’ eyes rolled all the way back to his skull as his cock twitched inside you.
“shit–kitten, stop.” you met his beaten-up expression, crystallized rubies pleading for mercy.
“do you really want that?” you cooed as you soothe your palm over his pink-dyed cheek. “want me to stop playing with these cute nipples of yours?”
you waited for an answer that you knew wouldn’t arrive. a smirk dimmed your eyes as you took in the sight before you: a desperate sylus, chest flush, irises glinting in neediness.
you muttered, devilishness hiding beneath your syrupy tone. “didn’t think so.”
your pace never ceased, frantically rocking your pelvis against his, seeking your release. your pupils were blown off, the desire to absolutely wreck sylus consumed you to the bone.
what really did it for you when he started pleading for you. “i’m really gonna cum if you keep touching me like th–ungh–kitten stop, please.”
you chuckled darkly under your breath. “but i’m so close syyyy,” you drew out that nickname he loved oh so much hearing from you. “don’t you wanna be a good boy ’nd make me cum?”
your sinful words blinded him completely, humping at you and pressing himself impossibly closer to you. your warm, tight walls clamped down on him in the most lustful way, milking the life out of his oversensitive dick.
“a-ah, fucking god–ah!” he huffed, panting like a dog in heat. “please, cum–cum, i need t’ cum–ngah!”
you shushed him mockingly, your sweet smile belying your dark intentions. “you’re so cute, sy…” you leaned down to press a wet kiss against his overheated face.
PUSH A LITTLE FURTHER ON THE EDGE ♡ .ᐟ ft. sylus qin.
summary. after a rough day, all you need is to get numb to the feeling. luckily, sylus knows just what you need, except you beat him to it and take what you're craving the most: him.
word count. 1,4k
disclaimer. smut (mdni!), free use, sub! sylus, dom! reader, overstimulation, spanking, playing with sylus’s cute n sensitive pecs <3, riding, unprotected sex, dirty talk, begging, implied multiple orgasms, our sy loves being praised!
nic’s notes ♡ can’t believe i’d forgotten i wrote this, oops- well, can this count as a very belated sylus’ bday gift? ߹𖥦߹
you had a bad day. the coffee mug you accidentally knocked down, staining the pile of documents you had to go through today was the mere beginning of it.
then everything went downhill, no need to recap your rather eventful and disastrous day.
sylus felt it the moment you set foot in your apartment. he had insisted on staying here whilst he took care of some important business, which he didn’t bother to explain thoroughly.
irritation spilled out of you, your frowning brows speaking volumes. your pounding temple was causing the most unbearable headache. you just wanted to take a painkiller and get lost in the comfortable sheets of your bed.
sylus was chilling in your living room, sitting on your large sofa whilst cleaning his heavy handgun with deliberate care, when you walked past the threshold—his head perked up, eyes lighting up slightly.
he stood up, leaving his weapon on the coffee table with a quiet thud, his eyes following your every action. you took off your shoes and hung your jacket before exhaling deeply.
“there she is.” he approached, standing mere meters away from you. he crossed his arms and rested his tall figure against a large column. he had noticed it was rather late for you to be arriving home, the breach between 7pm and midnight being clear as day. dark circles hung from your under-eyes, something sylus quickly perceived.
his gaze softened as he took in your beaten-up expression, his voice only above a soft whisper. “bad day?”
your chest heaved with a sigh, “‘bad’ doesn’t even cover how shitty it was.”
you headed to your sofa, plumping down into the soft cushions that immediately hugged your cheeks almost sweetly. “everything. just everything went wrong.”
he sat down next to your defeated figure, a soothing hand cupping the small of your back. “wish to vent your thoughts? i’m more than happy to be of service, sweetie.”
you shifted, switching from lying down to sitting properly, your head dropped on his broad shoulders. “i don’t wanna waste my energy cursing everyone who crossed me today and their mother.”
a moment of silence engulfed you both, sylus’ ministrations not stopping at any time. you hummed softly before murmuring, “y’know, i really wish we were at the n109 zone so that i could blow off some steam by beating the hell outta your punching bag.”
sylus’ response didn’t come immediately. this being weird enough made you turn your head, your eyes meeting his undecipherable expression.
deep within his irises bloomed the sharp edges of desire, the longing for pleasuring you.
he spoke, his velvety voice laced with wanting. “i could offer you something far more satisfying than a punching bag.”
you tilted your head slightly, your fried brain too slow to catch on to his intentions. “what are you talking about?”
a subtle smirk touched his lips. “i have another way in mind for you to blow off steam.”
“which consists of…?”
“you on top of me.”
———
your hips clashed with sylus’, the filthy sound of your wet skin slapping against his was almost sinful. your forehead was decorated with shiny beads of sweat as you rode sylus within an inch of your life. this was what you needed. to lose yourself in him and his cock. no thoughts. no worries.
nothing to think about at all. it was only you, your lust and him.
oh how you adored sylus for always letting you use him however you pleased.
you had been going for an hour now—orgasm after orgasm, nonstop. sylus was almost sure his cock was about to be split in two from the overstimulating feeling, but you weren’t finished. didn’t even look as if you were close to being finished. and that was all that mattered—your satisfaction.
your walls snuggled his shaft as though it was meant to be that way. your weight bounced off his hips as you used his chest as support. your hands laid still, only pressing him deeper into the mattress.
“that’s it, kitten—take whatever you need, use me.”
his hand flew towards your ass and slapped its flesh, the skin jiggling under his palm. the spank encouraged you to keep going—harder, thoughtlessly pushing yourself further and further away from reality.
as you chased that delicious sensation, your manicured nails clawed down at his chest, idly tracing delicious red lines all over his pecs.
you couldn’t recognize sylus in front of you, your mind was blurred by the consuming pleasure.
until a sharp grunt pulled you out of your misty haze.
sylus’ cheeks were flushed, the prettiest shade of red extended to the tip of his ears and his chest, which was artfully marked by your neediness. his crimson irises flashed a scarlet spark every time his tip reached deeper and deeper into your cunt.
he babbled, blaring red sirens tormenting his head. he was going to cum like a loser if you kept kneading at his pecs like that, and he could not have that. “f—fuck, sweetie. there’s no need to rush, slow down a b-nghh!”
it never mattered to sylus if you went a little overdrive and got lost in your senses and primal desire of claiming him and satisfying your needs. that’s why he always let you suck beautiful hickeys all over his neck and collarbone. but come to think of it, you’d never extended those sweet love marks to his chiseled pecs.
hm. interesting.
everyone has their weak spots, and sylus had made it his life duty to never let you find out about his.
too bad he failed to do so tonight.
a devilish smirk flashed across your face. “what’s wrong, sy? sensitive?”
your hand kept caressing the skin and groping it. his hips jerked sharply, pushing himself deeper into your insides. “hngh! kitten, please—”
you fiddled with his pecs as if they were bread buns, fingers twiddling with his nipples. each roll of your thumb over the perked peak pulled moans and whines out of sylus’ spit-dripping lips.
“well that’s some news, isn't it? the big, bad boss of onychinus can’t have his nipples played with ‘cause he turns into a babbling mess.” you teased before clenching down on him purposely. the sudden clamp turned him further into mush.
“this sight is for me and me only, isn’t it right?” you watched how he sank deeper into subspace as you kept fidgeting with his sensitive nubs.
“yes, sweetie. only yours—always and forever yours.”
“that’s a good boy.”
grunts and pants heaved from his chest, his angry red tip kept pounding into your cervix, stretching you further and further. hoarseness laced sylus’ voice by the second, his desperate body language giving him away quicker than he would’ve preferred.
“you wanna cum, don’t you?” your gaze met his, lust and devotion blending perfectly into the redness of his eye. “i can see right through you, sweetie.” the pet name rolled off your tongue deliciously. sylus’ eyes rolled all the way back to his skull as his cock twitched inside you.
“shit–kitten, stop.” you met his beaten-up expression, crystallized rubies pleading for mercy.
“do you really want that?” you cooed as you soothe your palm over his pink-dyed cheek. “want me to stop playing with these cute nipples of yours?”
you waited for an answer that you knew wouldn’t arrive. a smirk dimmed your eyes as you took in the sight before you: a desperate sylus, chest flushed, irises glinting in neediness.
you muttered, devilishness hiding beneath your syrupy tone. “didn’t think so.”
your pace never ceased, frantically rocking your pelvis against his, seeking your release. your pupils were blown out, the desire to absolutely wreck sylus consumed you to the bone.
what really did it for you when he started pleading for you. “i’m really gonna cum if you keep touching me like th–ungh–kitten stop, please.”
you chuckled darkly under your breath. “but i’m so close syyyy,” you drew out that nickname he loved oh so much hearing from you. “don’t you wanna be a good boy ’nd make me cum?”
your sinful words blinded him completely, humping at you and pressing himself impossibly closer to you. your warm, tight walls clamped down on him in the most lustful way, milking the life out of his oversensitive dick.
“a-ah, fucking god–ah!” he huffed, panting like a dog in heat. “please, cum–cum, i need t’ cum–ngah!”
you shushed him mockingly, your sweet smile belying your dark intentions. “you’re so cute, sy…” you leaned down to press a wet kiss against his overheated face.
i totally forgot i had written and edited a sylus drabble— like, i could’ve posted it for his bday without needing to worry abt writing a new one 😭
and here i was stressing over the fact that i couldn’t write a single goddamn thing for his bday bc of the rough week i’d had. welp, doesn’t matter now, imma reread it real fast and post it ;))
Tumblr has denied my appeal to remove the “Mature Content” tab from my account. My last post barely got any interaction. I’ve been posting on this account for a little over a year now and have put so much work into it.
I truly don’t know what to do. I don’t want to leave this app but I fear the amount of work I put into it just won’t be worth it. If anybody has any advice or ways to get Tumblr to repeal and take the label off I’d really appreciate it🥲
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