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Interconnected Forever | Sylus

Pairing: yandere!professor!Sylus x student!fem!reader

Warnings: Dark content | Non-con to dub-con, age gap of 10 yrs (reader is 23, Sylus is 33), piv sex, unprotected sex, fingering, spitting, dry humping, blowjob, doggy, creampie, threats, blackmail, secretly recording without consent, degradation, name calling (slut, bitch, whore, sweetie, darling, kitten), humiliation, Daddy kink, manipulative Sylus, dom!Sylus. MDNI 18+ (plss dni if this makes you uncomfortable, you have been warned)

Synopsis: You needed to end the fling between you and him. It was only ever temporary, but the closer he keeps you, the more it begins to feel like you were never meant to escape from him.

Word Count: 3.7K

A/N: Lowkey was hesitant to drop this lol. Comment and reblog if you enjoy it x

Divider by @/pixopix

A rattle from the door awoke Sylus from his work, fingers halting on his keyboard as he responds with a formal response.

“Come in.”

The door opens slightly, and you peek your head in, eyes wandering around the empty classroom, and you quickly get inside before closing the door. Sylus meets your eyes from afar, and a wide-spread grin appears on his face as he ushers you to come over. You take your time walking to him—the only thing blocking you between was his large desk.

“You haven’t gone home, sweetie?”

His deep voice echoes slightly, and he notices the way you avoid looking at him, fingers fiddling with the hem of your skirt. His eyes narrow, and it clicks—something is wrong. You take a deep breath, anxiety crawling underneath your skin as you confess.

“I think we should stop.”

Silence sinks like an anchor, and you chew the inside of your cheek waiting for a response. You lift your head, eyes peering at him, and for a moment, you’re surprised. Sylus only smirks, an amused expression on his face, while you’re baffled. You half-heartedly expected him to be upset or mad, but no, here he was in his seat, manspreading like usual with that awful smirk of his.

It was adorable to think you had a choice in this.

“I need you to be more specific, sweetie. We should stop what?”

You almost gasped, irritation bubbling inside you because you knew he knew. He knew exactly what you were talking about.

“We should stop hooking up.”

You respond clearly, watching the way Sylus folds his arms over his chest, his black shirt clinging to him tightly, and you can’t help but trail your eyes over the outlines of his muscles, getting a sudden whiplash of erotic memories; grabbing onto those arms while you rode him when class was over, the veins on his hand when he grabbed your neck and fucked you into oblivion, the way his nose nudged your clit perfectly whenever he ate you out. Of course, the times his cock slid into your cunt effortlessly, every ridge and vein rubbing against your walls, hitting your g-spot relentlessly while he came in you.

“No.”

You snap out of your trance, eyes latched onto him, a flicker of surprise passing through you as you stutter out a response.

“E-excuse me?”

“You heard me, we’re not going to stop.”

You stare at him dumbfoundedly, almost confused, as you continue to blabber.

“We have to stop, someone will find out eventually and—“

“So, this is what you’re worried about? Worried that the perfect, prim student president will get caught fucking the head professor, hm?”

Sylus chuckles, a sigh leaving his lips as he rests his chin on his palm, almost looking bored until he speaks again.

“Like you weren’t just ogling me a moment ago, kitten. Were you thinking about the times we fucked?”

Your eyes widen at his crude language, taking a step back as you are caught red-handed.

“I wasn’t—“

“Are you sure? Because the way your thighs are pressed together right now doesn’t tell me that.”

Shit. It doesn’t help further when his eyes rake over your nervous form, ruby eyes glowing faintly as he licks his lips.

“Look—Professor Sylus, it’s just simply not appropriate anymore for us to continue…this.”

Sylus grins slyly, an eyebrow raised at you, “Not appropriate, you say?”

He shifts in his seat, arms now clasped together on the desk as he begins to recall.

“Was it appropriate the first time you suggested this? Do you remember the way you begged on your knees to let me pass your test? Trying to convince me with a blowjob that you promised would be the best?”

Your heart stutters, the memory collapsing like a tower of cards as Sylus continues to humiliate you maliciously.

“Was it appropriate when you waited for me to come back from a staff meeting, impatiently dragging me to the janitor’s closet so I could finger-fuck you since you were being such a pathetic bitch in heat?”

Heat rises in your cheeks, humiliation burning inside your chest because every word was meant to attack you. You couldn’t handle it, especially when he wasn’t lying, and so you spin around, furious steps trudging to the door until you hear his voice.

“If you leave right now, I’ll fail you.”

You stop, heart sinking at his words, worry and fear spreading like poison. You turn your head slowly, hand off the doorknob as you gaze at him.

“What did you say?”

Sylus gleams as he repeats.

“I’ll fail your assignment if you step out right now.”

“Y-you can’t do that..”

“I can, sweetie. Why don’t you come back and sit down for me, hm? We need to discuss this matter more since you’re starting to think wisely now.”

You swallow the venom in the conversation, your mind struggling to come to a decision. To Sylus, though, you’re taking far too long. Red mist wraps around your body, and you gasp, feeling as if an invisible rope is pulling you to him. You’re placed right on top of his lap, the hair on your skin awakening as his hands rest on your waist, and warm, mint breath tickling your cheek.

“Now, where were we? Oh, you wanted us to stop fucking, is that correct?”

His hands glide underneath your skirt, fingers drawing small circles on your thigh as he leans in close to you. Your breath hitches, heart pounding out of your ribcage.

“How could you ever think to stop when you made me like this? Made me so obsessed with you.”

His nose tickles your neck, lips ghosting over your throat as he shuts his eyes, taking a deep breath of your scent, grumbling quietly in response. The second you feel his fingers crawling into your panties, you jump in surprise, hips twisting to get off of his lap, but the red mist strikes again, coiling around you like a snake, and now you’re stuck.

“Sylus, don’t—“

“Sweetie,” he tuts, cutting you off, “Did you forget what I said? If you try to leave right now, I’ll fail you, and you might start to hear from others how the student president is such a whore.”

You chew your bottom lip, trying to contain the emotions swirling inside of you, unease digging into your skin when he smiles so sickly at you.

“Are we clear?”

He questions, relishing in the way you helplessly nod your head in agreement. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes, and you can’t help but squirm vaguely when his finger draws a heart right on top of your panties.

“Sylus.” You gasp out, the warm tears finally gliding across your cheeks.

Sylus wipes your tears, grasping your face with the palm of his hands, calloused fingers caressing you as he coos at you.

“You need this, sweetheart, you’re just a little confused about what you want.”

With that said, he leans down, dragging the fat, wet muscle of his tongue on your neck and heat blooms across your body, pooling lowly in your stomach. It’s worse when you feel him grind underneath you, the outline of his hard cock rubbing against the thin fabric of your panties, and you can’t help but whimper.

“Such a needy little slut.”

Sylus hums, tearing open your shirt, unclasping your bra as his hands greedily reach out to knead them. His thumb and index finger roll a nipple in between, tugging and pinching at it, knowing it would elicit a reaction out of you. You involuntarily arch your back, biting your bottom lip harshly, trying to ignore how wet you were beginning to feel.

Sylus grabs your face, pulling you in for a heated kiss. His lips mould perfectly with yours, sliding with intensity, and his tongue joins in, the grip on your face tightening. He angles your head to the side, and you instantly melt into the kiss, your sobs being swallowed away as Sylus sucks on your tongue only to pull away and murmur.

“Open your mouth, tongue out.”

When you don’t comply, his lips flatten into a thin line, and a loud smack! echoes in the room; you wince from the pain of his hand slapping your ass.

“Now.”

He mentions it sternly, and you comply, tears enveloping your vision. He lets out a fat gob of spit, watching the way it splats flat onto your tongue, and his lips are on yours again. It’s messier with the way he’s kissing you, teeth clashing, and his lips hungrily suck and tug at your bottom lip. During this, he’s humping into you, hands groping your breasts, and the pleasure starts to fog your mind. Sylus pulls away from the kiss, and a thin line of spit connects from both of you.

His hand trails down underneath your skirt, knuckles just skimming over your clothed clit, and you suck in a harsh breath. His fingers tease their way into your panties, groaning with a micro smirk when he realises how soaked you are.

“Look how wet you are for me, kitten, and you’re telling me to end this situation when we’re clearly meant to be together?”

Two of his fingers slide in your hole, and you seize up, eyes shutting and clenching tightly at the intrusion as he lets out a harsh laugh. He grabs your chin, rough voice laced with dominance as he speaks.

“Uh uh, look at me.”

Your eyes instinctively open, immediately hooked to those bright, red eyes that seem to know your every thought. His fingers pump and curl, pressing right into your gummy walls and the pleasure spikes once he hits the perfect spot. Your lips part open, a whiny moan leaving you, and you fail to notice the red mist that uncoils itself away from you. Your hands automatically clutch onto his shoulders, feeling the pad of his thumb swirl so deliciously on your clit while his fingers continue to abuse your poor hole.

Sylus has you where he wants, grinning like a maniac when your thighs begin to quiver, your breaths hiccupping every time he scissors his fingers in you.

“Hmm, are you going to cum for me, sweetie?”

You nod your head frantically, struggling to form a coherent sentence.

“Mnghh ’ssoooo close, Sy, please…”

You’re received with another smack! instead, and you yelp, hearing his next words makes you involuntarily clench around his fingers.

“No, no, say it properly, like how you always do.”

“Please, can I cum Daddy?”

Sylus growls deeply, a proud smirk etched on his face as he presses his thumb against your clit.

“Yeah? Is my sweet girl going to cum for Daddy?”

Heat pools further in your stomach, the knot tightening with each passing second as your whines and moans continue to ring out in the air. He plays with you for a bit, sucking a sweet spot underneath your chin, teeth dragging across your throat.

He leans in close to your ear, whispering, “I don’t think you deserve to cum, though.”

Immediately, his fingers withdraw from your pussy, the hole fluttering with need as you whine at the loss of his touch, orgasm ruined since he simply kept you on edge.

“Why don’t you be a good girl and get on your knees for me? Show me how much you want this.”

You stare at him in shock, lips parted in surprise, and the thought gently flickers across your mind. Should you do it? You came here to stop it, yet here you are wanting to cum so terribly.

Then Sylus’s words ring in your ears, your chest starting to tighten when it echoes in your head.

“I’ll fail you…”

“…how the student president is such a whore.”

You decide to slide off his lap, your quavering hands touching the hard leather belt as you begin to unloop it. Once it’s undone, you pull his pants and boxers down, freeing his hard length. It is obvious that he’s painfully hard; the veins on his cock slithered from the pre-cum covered tip to the base, balls heavy with need. The sight nearly has you drooling, and a wave of shame washes through you—an uncomfortable push of nausea hits you out of nowhere.

Fuck.

Was he actually going to fail you?

You didn’t want to take any risks, so you grab his cock, tongue swiping at his tip, and you hear him hiss. His hand slithers to grab the back of your neck, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth until his balls are just kissing your lips. You gag but get a hold of using your tongue against him—the wet muscle sucking and looping perfectly, head bopping up and down as you feel his fingers dig into your skin.

Sylus lets out a deep grunt, shallow breaths being puffed out as he gazes at the sight in front of him. You are on your knees, willingly sucking him off because he couldn’t help but let that threat slip by ‘accident’. If only you knew what else he had in store for you.

Sylus loves fucking you, and regardless of sex, he’s always been crazy for you. From the start of the semester, when you walked into class, chattering amongst your friends as you settled into the class, and at almost every lecture, he’d catch you staring at him. It wasn’t as if the other students weren’t gazing at him too, trying to pay attention to the material presented, but there was something else whenever you looked at him.

A thought of curiosity that’s for sure, perhaps a thought of hunger, since many students swooned over him, but there was definitely a peculiar look behind those eyes, almost as if you were studying him.

Of course, as weeks went by, he began to notice that you couldn’t hold eye contact with him. Whenever he caught you staring at him, well, not his face, but rather his body, you’d shy away in your books. When he realised that you had a crush on him, he knew he needed to get to you.

Other than your amazing looks and bright personality, Sylus caught himself daydreaming about his future with you. Sure, there was a significant age gap between you both, yet he couldn’t help imagine marrying anyone but you. You practically possessed his mind, and he found himself throughout the day just thinking about you.

He wanted to talk to you more and get closer to you. He wanted to know your deepest thoughts, your worries, and especially your future. Oh, how he’d love to be a part of that.

He was never going to let you go that easily, not when you were already in his grasp.

Of course, the more time you spent together, the more interconnected his soul was. Sylus couldn’t help but slither into your good books, scales shimmering in delight whenever he saw your precious smile. It all started because of you, and well, you couldn’t help it either. Whenever he swooned you with gifts and merriment, the authentic, sweet-honeyed words dripped onto your skin, sticking into your ears so a mantra replayed in your head.

“You always belong to me as I belong to you.”

God, you truly fucked up there, didn’t you? The venom already penetrated your soul a long time ago, but it dawdled its effects, corrupting your mind gradually while the fragments of your soul and Sylus’s were being stitched together peculiarly. It kept coiling you and him in unison, merged in warmth, desire, and obviously love.

Who could forget about that?

The thread that coiled around your souls became more rigid, pulling and squeezing at your heart until you couldn’t breathe anymore. The gasp for air stopped the thread from pulling further, and it loosened momentarily until your soul began to slip away, only for it to tighten with the very hands that knew you would eventually crack.

After all, diamonds lose their sparkle once they’re tainted.

Sylus felt himself getting close, his hips bucking into your mouth from the intense movement your mouth was applying, and God, he was loud. Your eyes darted nervously between him and the door, and at this point, you were sure someone would walk in and see what had stirred up the commotion in an empty classroom. In a second, you feel his fingers dig into your hair, pulling you away from his cock just as he was about to come.

You barely have time to say anything as his hands grab you, pulling you onto your feet as your chest is pushed onto the desk, ass high in the air as you feel his hard length just grazing your hole. A small whimper escapes from your lips, heart pounding in a mix of fear and arousal while Sylus continues to toy with you.

“Hmm, should I cum in this perfect, pretty pussy, darling? You were sucking me off so well, but I don’t know… if you earned having my cock inside you.”

You clenched on nothing but his words, nails digging graciously into the wooden table because a part of you knew what he wanted you to do. The tip of his cock drags down your slit, your wetness coating him with a glistening effect, and your teeth dig into your lower lip.

“Please…”

“Hm, what was that, sweetie? Couldn’t hear that properly.”

“Please fuck me, Daddy.”

“I think you can do better for me. Try again.”

“Daddy, please put your cock in me and fuck me, please, please, ple—“

Sylus doesn’t give you any time to adjust as he slides in one go, a gasp leaving your lips while the stretch burned for a moment, only for the pain to slither away once he began grinding into you. How could he deny his sweet girl when she begged so nicely for him?

The grinds soon turn into loud plaps, rhythmic and steady as the veins on his cock glide against your walls perfectly. His tip strikes the spot that weakens the muscles in your limbs, pleasure tingling at your spine whilst you release a series of desperate, pretty moans.

It’s so hard to think about anything else when Sylus’s cock continuously rams into your cervix, gummy walls swallowing his length and the power of his thrusts as you cry out.

So hard to focus on your surroundings, your vision completely stuttering as it fails to notice the blinking red dot that hides in a tiny pot plant, perfectly camouflaged from prey like you.

“F-fuck, and you wanted us to stop, huh? After everything we’ve done together, after finally knowing everything about each other, and now you’re worried about honour?”

His words fall on deaf ears, the pleasure consuming your mind as you drool on the table, moans getting pitchier by the second.

Sylus scoffs, his grunts escaping his lips as he drags his cock out of your hole for a moment, only to slam back in, eliciting a reaction out of you. His hand reaches for your hair, tugging your head back as his words fall into your ear.

“Tell me who owns this pussy.”

“Y-You Sy..”

Smack!

“Again. Who owns this fucking pussy, hm?”

“You, ngh—it’s always been you Sylus.”

A proud smile is etched on Sylus’s face, and his lips pepper warm kisses on your neck. The heat pooling in your stomach gets hotter, the pleasure intensifies with each thrust, and you hiccup your words.

“Mmh, I’m gon-gonna come.”

Sylus smirks in response, his thrusts getting sloppier when he feels you clench around his cock, eyes narrowing onto your shaky legs and your nails scratching the surface of the table. A wave of smugness washes over him since he’s able to see you turn into a mess just for him and him only.

His hand finds your clit, rubbing the nub in fast circles, the pad of his thumb pressing juuust enough to make you lose your mind as your eyes roll to the back of your head, a choked moan leaving you as you come undone on his cock.

“Fuckkk, you’re gripping me so tight, sweetie—I’m not gon-ah last long.”

Sylus’s hips stutter, cock twitching with fervour as a loud groan tears from his lips, and hot, thick ropes of cum spill inside you. He chases his high, slowing down very soon as he collapses on top of you.

You feel his slick drip down your thighs, body tingling from the aftermath of your interaction. You’re completely blissed out, until you adjust your eyes to the room, eyes scanning to the table you’re on, and you admire the pretty pot plant—that is when you notice it.

The red light.

Your breathing gets shallow, heart rate spiking as your thoughts start to centre on what you see. You want to move, but you can’t when Sylus is glued to your back. You dig your nails into the table, knuckles turning white, and Sylus feels how tense you become.

“What’s the matter, kitten?”

“W-why is there a red dot blinking in that plant?”

Your voice shakes, unease crawling into your mind since you do not want him to admit what you think it is. Sylus doesn’t even need to look at what you’re seeing as he murmurs a soft hush into your hair.

The thread winds endlessly around you both, your souls knotted together in a deceptive warmth, like a serpent that holds you gently at first, only so you wouldn’t notice when the pressure begins, when escape is no longer something your body remembers how to do.

The realisation sinks in slowly, just like the poison that cast an illusion over you from the start. Only now you understand, as it settles in cold and certain that you were never meant to be held. Only hunted long enough to stop running.

Your souls succumb to the thread, slipping further away while your heart pulses softly, and the words that come next reach you anyway. You just weren’t prepared to hear them.

“Just a little something to keep you…in line for me.” A quiet laugh follows. “You feel it, don’t you? We’re interconnected forever, sweetie. You can’t undo that.”

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