suggestive | fem!sylus x gn!reader
summary: a discovery is made about sylus.
You see them during a training session. Obvious outlines against the thinness of Sylus' tank top. The first thought that pops into your mind is nipple piercings but you shake the thought away and tell yourself you're just seeing things.
Shadows playing tricks as you dodge and weave around Sylus' aggressive offense. But your eyes keep flickering to her full chest, tracing the curve of her cleavage and dropping down to her peaked nipples. The very sight on a regular day ignites a too-hot fire in the pit of your stomach. But the fire bellows and roars when you see the outlines again. Outlines that form the shape of barbells pierced through sensitive flesh.
Your lizard brain's yelling the words at you, desperate in a disbelieving whine.
There's a sudden tilt in your balance, causing your world to turn on its side. You hit the padded floor with a loud gasp before you're rolled onto your back. Above you, Sylus' red eyes pierce right into you. As if she can read your thoughts and pull out your most inner kept secrets.
She stares at you a moment longer before saying, "You were distracted."
Tongue tied, you can only nod and try hard not to look at her breasts again. It's a hard-fought battle as Sylus is leaning down and the low neck of her tank top offers the most enticing view.
She's also not wearing a bra.
"J-just got caught up in thinking about work," you stammer, lying badly through your teeth. "Got–got too much paperwork to do tomorrow."
Sylus raises a brow, her expression unreadable, before tilting her head.
"I see," she replies and reaches out a hand to help you up. "Well, if you joined Onychinus, you wouldn't have all that paperwork clogging up your mind."
"Yeah, yeah," you murmur, allowing Sylus to pull you to your feet. She uses a little too much strength which has you falling into her space with a tiny noise of surprise. Her scent hits your nose instantly, her warmth falling over you as you stand almost chest to chest. Unable to help it, your eyes dart down to the swell of her breasts and your lizard brain screams at you to bury your face in them.
But your lizard brain shuts up when you feel Sylus lean in closer. Her warmth turns to molten heat as her skin presses against yours and her chest...
Your knees nearly buckle.
"If you joined Onychinus," Sylus murmurs, voice low and silky smooth as it caresses your flushed ear. "You could spend your time thinking and looking at my chest." She chuckles softly, landing a small kiss on the curve of your ear. "You're not sly, sweetie. Undressing me with your eyes. I didn't think you had it in you."
Frantic words crawl up your throat, the need to defend yourself appearing like wildfire. But Sylus kills them with an ease only she possess, flattens you whole as her smile imprints into your skin when she whispers,
"And just to clarify, they are pierced."