summary: you stand alone near the water on a snowy night, ruminating over your existential dread and fear. sylus comes to comfort you through the blizzard in your heart.
tags: ~1.8k words, sylus x fem!reader, fluff, emotional hurt/comfort, established relationship, soft sylus, mentioned sexism/general despair at the state of the world, implied suicidal ideation, very self-indulgent
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Snow drifts down from the dark sky, the night's abyssal symphony and golden flecks of the city's skyline reflected in the water. Buildings shine and glimmer with warmth in the midst of the vast emptiness of the universe, the laughter and chatter of passersby echoing in the distance. Family, friends, loversâall together, all small and insignificant like the hazy sparks shifting in the waves. Stars that will disappear once the universe meets its quiet end.
You stand alone in the snowy night, your forearms resting on the cool metal railing along the worn wooden pier. The cold soaks through your thin white sleeves, interweaving itself through the fabric, gossamer threads like icicles wrapping itself around your skin. Frigid wind glides through your hair like a comb carved from ice. You're underdressed for the weather in your hunter's uniform, chills shooting through your spine and cracking outwards into shivers with every frigid gust. You stretch out a hand out in front of you, tiny snowflakes drifting onto your gloved palm. You watch as they melt into nothingness once they land on the leather, mesmerized by their fleeting beauty. The tingling feeling of numbness creeps in from the tips of your fingers. Your hunter's gloves leave most of the skin on your hands exposed to the wintry night air, defenseless and aching.
"I didn't know kittens had a penchant for hibernating during the winter."
A low, gentle voice speaks behind you, taking a few steps forward to join you by the water. You look up to see Sylus staring out at the city's glitzy silhouette across the water, dressed appropriately for the weather in a long, dark coat, black turtleneck, and maroon scarf. You remember seeing that scarf in the window of a high-end boutique one evening and thinking to yourself about how it would suit his red eyes and white hair. You ended up purchasing the scarf that same night, later leaving the unspoken gift on his bed the next time you visited his place. You never expected him to actually wear it. It suits him nicely with his garnet eyes and silver locks, just as you thought. Snowflakes cling to his hair and shoulders like baby's breath flowers, the same as they've done to you. You turn your gaze back towards the water, staring into the unsteady waves.
"Does it look like I'm hibernating to you?" you mutter. Your words are meant to be playful, but they come out half-hearted instead, like a spark that's failed to ignite. What's meant to be fire comes out as puffs of smoke, hazy and intangible.
"It certainly seemed that way with the way you've been ignoring my calls and messages," Sylus replies, his tone featherlight. It's not an accusation, not something meant to cut or bruise. It's simply an observation, but you grimace anyways, guilting gnawing at the walls of your stomach. "I was starting to think I'd have to wait until spring to see you again, since you apparently burrowed into a cave somewhere where cell service can't reach you. Luckily, Mephisto was able to spot you from a distance."
"If it makes you feel better, it's nothing personal."
Sylus tilts his head to look at you gazing over the water, red eyes like the hot stones of a hearth, a fireplace of solace during the harsh blizzards of the season. "Speak. Tell me what's on your mind."
You stay silent for a moment. Sylus waits patiently by your side, without pressuring or forcing you. He stands quietly in midst of this flurry of snow, tall and stable like a lighthouse near the tumultuous waters of the shore. Normally, you'd make up some excuseâit's not important, you're just being silly, feeling under the weather todayâbut something about Sylus' presence makes those platitudes dissolve like snowflakes on the tongue, easing the pressure and weight of your burdens off of your chest.
"The worldâŠ" You look up towards the black sky, at each individual snowflake drifting down from the darkness alone. "âŠis cruel."
Sylus remains silent, waiting for you to continue.
"There's so many things outside of our control as humans, so many invisible forces working against us all the time." You turn your palm towards the sky once more. A snowflake lands in your hand and you clench your fist, resting it over your chest to grasp that little snowflake close to your heart. "Like the snow, the winds of fate twist and thrash us around, sometimes colliding us into the path of another. Sometimes we experience joy, and other times pain. In the end, we're born into this world alone and we die alone. Those collisions are temporary. Our connections are futile. We can't do anything against the wind."
"A cheerful sentiment," Sylus says.
"Truly," you reply, giving him a wry smile. Your smile fades, your clenched fist loosening its grip. "It's not just chance that interferes with livingâIt's also systems built by humans. The older I get, the more I feel like I was born wrong somehow. I don't want to marry, I don't want kids, I don't want to settle down with a house and a nice picket fenceâbut everyone around me keeps telling me I should want these things. I see injustice in the world and I feel powerless to stop it. I wish others success and happiness, but I can't seem to wish for my own. I want to live freely, but I feel like I'll never be truly happy with the way things are now. It feels like it's getting worse every dayâŠ
"I know Linkon City is one of the better places to be a woman, but I'm afraid. What if one day it isn't like that anymore? What if little by little, all that I can be and do is stripped away like layers of dead skin, until there's nothing left to peel? Nothing lasts forever, including happiness and safety, and I justâŠ"
You stare into the waves below, into murky reflections which beckon you into the darkness. A hollow promise of serene slumber. "âŠwant to give up sometimesâŠ"
Your voice trails off, and suddenly, your stomach clenches with regret and shame at admitting these thoughts aloud. You face Sylus, who watches you with a steady gaze, stretching your lips into a sheepish smile. "Sorry, I'm rambling vaguely, and I know some of what I'm saying won't really make sense to a manâŠ"
There's not a single trace of mockery in his expression. Instead, he exhales softly through his nose. "Am I just a man to you?"
"No, you'reâŠ"
What is Sylus to you? Boyfriend sounds too juvenile and simplistic. Lover sounds too cheesy and tenuous, like either of you could leave at any moment. Despite all your fears and insecurities, for some inexplicable reason, when you look at Sylus, you can't seem to worry about him leaving you. Your distorted worldview can't seem to twist his likeness into the vicious shadows you're afraid of. The illusion fails and his sincerity shines through, like dawn breaking through the night, or moonlight glowing in the nothingness.
"You talk about systems and feeling hopeless, but even the most totalitarian regimes have fallen in the past," Sylus says, his voice soothing like dewdrops from the rain, iridescence outlining the edges of his words. "People can be beaten and ground into the dirt over and over again, and still refuse to do what they're expected to. It's part of human nature."
His expression softens, his gaze glimmering like fallen stars shining in the water and snowflakes dancing like glitter in the air. "Abstainment can also be an act of defiance. You may not think it matters, but you're one of many others out there. Snowflakes can accumulate into mountains of snowfall, disrupting our normal lives. That accumulation can build until one day in the future, people stop telling future generations how to live their lives.
"Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness. You don't have to accept anything you don't like. I want you to fly and live freely without guilt or shame. Be more selfish. Be more greedy. Just as your happiness won't last forever, your pain won't last forever either. I want to see you enjoy as much as you can before you have to disappear. Your indulgence is my indulgence. Your pleasure is my pleasure. That's the greatest happiness for me."
The emotions get caught in your throat, an avalanche threatening to burst forth like snow exploding the frozen tundra. "SylusâŠ"
Sylus takes off his coat and places on your shoulders. The coat is thick, heavy, and warm, with a hint of his cologne clinging to the fabric. "You say collisions are temporary, but I think some snowflakes become entangled and frozen together. They become inseparable from one another. It's transforms into a worthwhile connection."
He unwraps his scarf from around his neck to wrap it around yours, slowly and carefully, with tender hands and loving eyes. "You came here and stood by yourself in the flurry without a coat. You didn't ask me to, but whenever you feel cold, I'll be here to give you my coat. It's not because I think you're incapable of enduring the cold, but because you're my partner, and I want to support you. I don't want you to ever feel like you need to withstand the blizzard alone."
A partnership. A formal connection on equal footing, a collaborative effort that involves teamwork.
"Not a very romantic sounding label," you laugh, tears of joy pricking the corners of your eyes.
Sylus' thumbs brush against your cheeks to wipe away your tears, his hands warm against your icy skin. "It suits us well, doesn't it?"
"Yes, butâŠ" You rest one hand over his, nuzzling into his palm. "Are you really okay with never getting married or having children?"
"I already have two troublemakers and a crow at home," Sylus sighs, shaking his head. His lips curve upwards at the corners of his mouth, betraying his exasperation for fondness. "And we don't need paperwork to prove our love." His eyes flicker with bygone recollections. Something thrums within your heart, echoes of your evol resonating with his. Invisible tethers tying souls together. "Some connections are far stronger than that."
You close your eyes and step forward, resting your head against his chest. His hand comes up to rest on top of your head as you listen to the rhythm of his heartbeat.
"You'll catch a cold if we stay out any longer," Sylus murmurs. "Let's go home."
You wrap your arms around his waist to hug him close.
"I'm already home."
i feel like sylus wouldn't want us to feel trapped or bound by convention. he's just so...jdsfdkf;dsg;kjfkd;ld
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synopsis: your mission to collect intel on an auction seems to be going well until sylus catches an unexpected jealous streak.
warnings: porn no plot, couch sex, creampie, super loud possessive sex
wc: 1,2k
sylus was not a jealous man. he wasnât.
he knew himself as a well assured person without much that could deter him. he knew you were capable of handling yourself well in any situation and that you were loyal to him just as he was to you.
but for some reason he couldnât figure out why he felt a small agitating tick in his neck when he watched your flirt with an auctioneer to gather information for him. the way you smiled at him, the fact that his grimy hands touched you on your arm, his mere presence within your vicinityâ it was maddening.
and that was whyâ just a floor above the auction hall in your hotel suiteâ he was balls deep inside you.
you hadnât even managed to reach the bedroom before your clothes slipped off, your lips were attached to each other, and your hands wandered all over to places only you two had the privilege of touching.
your nails were deep enough to make sylusâ back bleed for how hard he was ploughing into you. his face was buried in your pretty breasts, swollen with arousal and slick from his tongue sucking harsh love bites onto you, bounced with each slap of your hips snapping together.
âsyâ waitââ you hiccuped but your pleas fell to deaf ears. you were overstimulated, overwhelmed and yet so hungry for more.
that relentless goal to drill his cock into you and stuff you until you were only capable of saying his name drove you insane. you didnât think heâd get this jealous. you didnât even know it was possible.
âi didnât likeâ ahâ how he was looking at you.â halfway through the route to painting you with his cum for the second time, sylusâs jealousy had long faded. now he was just relishing in enjoying youâ enjoying the process of bringing you to exhaustion just from pleasuring you.
he craved giving your sweet pussy lips a long sloppy kiss, torturing your clit with his tongue and feeling your walls tighten around his fingers. he knew how much you loved it, and he loved seeing you squirm.Â
âwantedâ fuck, syâ wanted you toââ you were babbling at that point reaching orgasm number three, all while feeling empty because he decided to punish you by cumming on you instead of deep inside knowing how much you loved it. he was being so, so cruel. leaving you so soaked with your only way of leaking on him is with your own slick and the ring of cream decorating his thick cock.
your back arched just as he bullied his tip consistently at that deliciously vicious pace right on your sweet, sensitive spot. and yet, it felt so tender at the same time. his lips peppered your skin like butterflies tickling your skin, his thumbs massaged your hips while his grip tightened in the gradual slip to lose control.Â
âso warm,â his hips pounded into yours at your favourite angle to the point where his heavy sacks were slapping your skin, making that familiar wet plap! plap! plap! noise with the squelches of your soaked pussy being rammed into. âyou looked so good tonight, sweetie.â
you couldnât do anything other than moan out, clawing your nails on his back, fruitlessly sucking on the muscle of his shoulder to not be so loud. the walls werenât that thick and if room service came by to deliver the meals you had preordered earlier that night, theyâd hear the most obscene sounds imaginable.Â
the most lewd cries and babbling rambles escaping your pretty lips.
âgonnaâ gonna cuâ god, please sy!â you whined as your walls clenched around his cock for the nth time that night. if your teeth werenât clamped onto his shoulder you wouldnât have seen him almost vibrate from the feeling of your pussy almost sucking the cum right out of him.Â
âdonât worryâ f-fuckââ he moaned, slowly drawing back to plough his cock back into your weeping pussy. now he was just being mean. his eyes were slowly rolling back as he neared his edge. â âm close too.â
it was just too good to pull out, too good to torture you more and more when he could sink deep in you nice and snug and decorate your walls like a fucking picasso. he just knew that image would beat any form of art. and that was just a loud reminder of how he was completely at your mercy. everything you wanted, he would give.
if his eyes could form heart shapes, heâd be the most love drunk, pussy drunk sucker that would do anything and everything for you. he wanted to spend hours tending to your needs and desires and satiating your insatiable greed for him.
his hand reached down to your aching clit to mercilessly rub circles and pinch at it like his favourite toy. a whimper slipped through your lips from the friction of your wetness between your clit and his fingers. if his relentless pounding wasnât enough to tip you over the edge you were sure the stimulation to your raw bud would make you pass out.
your babbles turned into complete incomprehensible nonsense mixed with your lewd, slutty moans sounding like a symphony to sylus, just enough to give you one final thrust to bring you to an intense, explosive climax.
a hoarse cry ripped from your throat as your head threw back from the sheer pleasuring force, driving you into a pleasure-fuelled craze. not seconds after, thick hot cum spurted into you like a current washing into a shore.
your fluttering pussy took his seed squeezing around his cock to milk all of it out of him until he shot countless blanks. sylus continued to pound his cum deep into you, fucking you both through your orgasms.
felt so fucking goodâ so disrespectfully raw and nasty that you felt your stomach tighten and your hips buck against his, squelching the excess cum all over the couch.Â
as the thrill began to ebb away, your breathless pants evened out. you moved your hands to stroke sylusâ back in bliss, kissing all the areas you brutally marked and bit him. sylus gently returned the gesture with his massages around your hips, cock still hard, twitching and throbbing, leaking his cum into you.
âi got intel,â you murmured. he groaned into your neck, and indication for you to say more. âthe auctionâs a dud. the weapons are all rip offs.â
a deep chuckle rumbled into your skin. âknew it.â his grip on your hips tightened as he readjusted his position on the couch to throw your legs onto you before trapping you beneath him with his cock twitching with fervent desire.
âgood job, sweetie,â he pecked your lips with satisfaction then kissed you again, swiping your swollen lips with his tongue. âi think iâll take care of getting intel from now on.â
it was safe to say you werenât going to go back to that auction. or leave the suite until you were stuffed to the brim.
a/n: lemme feed you guys some good straight up smut
It was always melancholic when you had to return to Linkon. Sylus had become home for you, a safe space where you were free to be everything you couldnât as a Hunter. You even found yourself missing Luke and Kieranâs mischief when you were gone. And youâd even grudgingly say you missed Mephisto, too.
Sitting at the edge of Sylusâs bed, you bent to pick up an article of clothing youâd dropped. Your bag was almost packed, and you were delaying the inevitable as much as you could. Sylus lounged on the bed behind you, wordlessly observing your progress.
All that was left, now, was to gather your toiletries from his bathroom. Heâd tried to convince you, once, to have your own set of everything at the base, so that travel between Linkon and his home would be easier and more streamlined. At first you fought the idea, not wanting to impose or form those kinds of attachments- after all, you werenât immune to heartbreak and had experienced it far more than you cared to admit. But as time went, you were warming to the idea of leaving traces of your presence in his spaces.
Lost in your thoughts, you didnât realize Sylus shifted behind you. Your forward motion was hindered when his arms wrapped around your waist to pull you back against him, and his breath fanned across the back of your neck. Soft kisses, feather light, landed across the nape of your neck. The sensation made your breath hitch and goosebumps raised on your skin.
âStay,â he pleaded, his voice pitched to a low growl.
âI-â you begin, cut off when he placed a more insistent kiss behind your ear.
âOne.â His lips found your pulse.
âMore.â He moved to the slope of your shoulder, tugging aside your shirt so he could have access.
âNight.â His voice was barely a whisper against your skin as you let him pull you flush against his chest.
Excuses to reject him jumped to the tip of your tongue, but they were left unvoiced. You wanted nothing more than to stay, despite knowing you shouldnât. It would probably be easy enough to make your excuses at work. But would one night be enough to satisfy your craving for him?
You turned off the worries and just sunk into him. His hands lazily roamed your body and his lips blazed a trail on your skin. You tilted your head to the side, giving him full access to your neck. Small bites mingled with the kisses and you knew your face was flushed from it.
âSilence isnât a yes, Kitten,â he growled, halting any further exploration until you answered him.
You pulled away to look fully at him. Your gaze shifted from his eyes, to his lips, and down his beautifully sculpted body before returning to that intense crimson regard once more.
âItâs not a no, either,â you say before slanting your lips over his. You kicked your bag away, leaning into his embrace. A rumble of approval emanated from him as you guided his hands to take your shirt off, which was swiftly followed by your bra. Elegant fingers drifted over your newly exposed skin while he coaxed you open so he could tangle his tongue with yours.
He pulled you under him, his weight pressing you into the silk sheets beneath you- sheets that felt like a cool whisper on your body compared to the heat radiating from him. He slipped effortlessly between your thighs, his narrow waist slotting so perfectly into place that you were almost certain he was made for you.
Your hands slid down his chest, exploring the valleys of his abdomen and daring to venture to the hemline of the sweatpants he wore slung low on his hips. He growled in approval, pressing his hips against yours so that you could feel how you were affecting him. The length of him was already standing at attention, resting heavy against your pelvis while still constrained in the soft fabric.
And still, his tongue plundered yours in an unhurried kiss that worked to build more heat in your core. The night was young, yet, and you wanted to be nowhere else but right there in his embrace with your hands exploring him. You were already so intimately familiar with the planes of his body, but you didnât let that stop you from memorizing every valley, every hill that his muscles created.
Leaning on one arm, he pulled back with only enough space so that he could tug at the waistband of your leggings in silent question. You lifted your hips and helped him slide the clothing down your legs until you lay bare beneath him. His breathing turned erratic as his gaze followed the trail his hand made up your curves.
âBeautiful,â he said, his voice a hoarse whisper as if heâd never seen you before, as if you were some profound work of art laid out for his eyes only. His head dipped and he left a hot path of kisses from neck to navel, rumbles of approval falling from him in between. And all you could do was watch as this beautiful creature all but worshipped your body, awestruck at how you could ever be so lucky to have this moment to add to your memories.
He trailed lower still, leaving you a squirming mess. A hiss escaped you when he bit down on the flesh of your inner thigh, a bite that turned into him latching onto the spot. Sucking and pulling, when he finally let go, a mark already began to form there. He flashed you that arrogant lopsided smirk of his, before burying his head between your thighs and using that damnably talented tongue to bring you to the brink. Your hands gripped into his silky hair, your own head thrown back as pleasure poured from you in a series of moans.
But before you could fall over the edge, he stopped. Your disgruntled complaint only made him chuckle as he crawled back over you. He moved slow, biting kisses trailing back up your body until he settled against you once more. His hips pressed into yours, his length somehow even harder than itâd been before he started.
âSylus,â you sigh against his lips, folding your arms around the back of his neck.
âMmh,â he growled. âI like it when you say my name like that, Kitten.â
You huffed a laugh, kissing him again. Your impatience finally won out and your hands found the waistband of his sweats, tugging at them in the same way he tugged at your. He chuckled and freed himself from them without much help from you, but you eagerly reached for him the moment he kicked the sweats away.
âKitten,â he moaned, hips pushing his cock further into your grip. You tightened your hand on him and his breath hitched. His eyes were closed, brow drawn down as the muscle in his jaw feathered from the effort of maintaining what little control he had left. You loved watching him come undone, loved how he trembled over you just from such a simple touch. The sounds he made shot straight to your core and you ached for him, but you were enjoying this far too much to end it just yet.
So, he made the decision for you. With heavy breaths, he jerked his hips back and panted into your neck. He gripped your wrists, holding them on either side of your head so that you would stop touching him, so that he wouldnât end up diving over the edge before he had a chance to take you.
âYou still havenât given me a yes, Kitten,â he groaned, pressing his hips into yours. His cock slid along your folds, but did not enter. âBut I donât know if I can hold back any longer.â
You hitched your legs around his waist, opening for him. The motion placed the head of his cock right against your slit, and you lifted your hips in an effort to make him slip inside. But still, he held back.
âSylus,â you whimpered. âPlease.â
âPlease, what?â He growled, carrying his hips forward so just the tip of him edged into your slick folds.
âS-sy-â was all you managed to say. Even just that small penetration was enough to turn your brain to mush. Your heart thundered in your ears, loud enough that you were sure he could hear it too. A gentle glide forward, and then a retraction, his cock dipped into you and then left you.
âPlease, what, Kitten?â
âI need you inside me,â you breathed. A growled response, and then he obliged. He drove into you, far gentler than what you wanted at the moment. While you craved the primal devouring you knew he was capable of, you couldn't deny that the slow push and pull of his cock was intense in its own way. Each forward thrust ended with a hard grind of his hips on yours before retreating. It was slow and methodical, and he plunged his tongue into your mouth with the same tempo.
Your fingers threaded through his, using his hands like an anchor when you lifted your hips to meet his. His soft, sighing grunts mingled with your own whimpered moans. The feel of him inside you, the length and girth of him, drove you mad.
Enough so, that you were shocked when you felt the pleasure coiling low in your belly already. Your moans grew louder, needier, and you let your legs lift further so that he could take you deeper, harder.
âS-Sylus, fuck,â you whimpered, burying your face in his neck as pleasure steamrolled through you.
âCome, Kitten,â he groaned, even as your walls began to flutter around him. Your cries were barely muffled by his neck as you clung to him helplessly.
âGood girl,â he chuckled, pausing so that you could have a moment to come down from the high of the release. He kissed you unhurriedly, hands leaving yours to engulf your breasts. He teased your nipples into hardened peaks before he let his mouth drop to them to tantalize you further. Your back arched into him, the motion also working to clench your walls around his cock. A moan shuddered through him, a deep guttural sound that sent a thrill through you.
âI donât know,â he said, kissing your jaw.
âIf I will be able-â he nipped your pulse.
âTo hold back any longer.â The final words ended in a raspy whisper, where he dropped his forehead against your chest. The effort he expended to contain himself showed in the way he trembled in your embrace.
âDonât, then. Let go, Sylus,â you tell him, pulling his face back to yours.
And so he let go of his inhibitions, his body colliding against yours desperately. All you could do is cling to him, whimpering and moaning into his ear while he pistoned in and out of you. His growls, grunts, groans rise to join your sounds, a perfect duet of passion. He had you rising and falling once more before you could even prepare for the climax, and his triumphant chuckle was cut off by a sharp moan when you bit into the slope of his neck.
âSylus,â you breathed into his ear, your words trailing off into a breathless whisper. He huffed a heated breath, snapping his hips forward with a soft grunt.
âFuck, Kitten, do that again,â he pleaded. The steady rhythm of his thrusts grew more erratic the closer he got to his climax.
âSylus.â Your teeth raked his earlobe and he shuddered, a guttural moan escaping him. He set a punishing pace, slamming into you over and over as the final threads of his control snapped.
âF-fuck, Iâm-â All thoughts and words escaped him, lost as he was to the pleasure zipping up and down his spine.
âCome, Sylus,â you urge, locking your ankles at his back. A sharp inhale as he understood your intent with the motion, and then his climax was rolling over him before he could even think further.
He threw his head back, a guttural cry of pleasure filling the room as his body jerked and convulsed at the sheer intensity of the release. His cock twitched and pulsed as he flooded you, sending you into another spiraling orgasm right alongside him. You arched your back, pressing your body so impossibly close to him as he buried himself as deep as he could.
He collapsed atop you, planting lazy kisses all over your face. You couldnât help the giggles that escaped you, and soon his chuckles filled the air too. He placed his forehead against yours as he tried to calm his breathing, his eyes boring into yours with a tenderness that was near painful. His hands cupped the back of your head, thumbs brushing your cheeks while his crimson gaze flickered over yours.
âI take it that means youâre going to stay?â
You playfully punched him in the shoulder and he let out a delighted laugh. He wrapped you in his arms, rolling off you so that you faced him on the bed. Exhaustion made you feel heavy, but you still missed the weight of him pressing you into the mattress. But, he didnât give you time to rest before he was pulling you from the sheets and ushering you into a shower with him- where he proceeded to make a mess of you over and over again. It was nearing the early hours of the morning before he finally let you rest, nestled against his side with the thrum of his heartbeat beneath your ear.
You were right all along- one night was not nearly enough to satisfy your craving.
âHeyâŠthereâs something wrong with the boss.â Kieranâs voice was filled with concern, enough that you knew it wasnât some weird ploy by Sylus to get you to visit. Plus, Luke was usually the one that called if Sylus wanted to casually bully you into visiting.
Your phone dinged and you quickly pulled it from your ear to view the message. It was a photo from Luke, showing the destruction of the front room of the base. Furniture was smashed, paintings torn from the wall, and other various decorations thrown about. The brandy decanter thatâd been on a side table laid shattered on the ground, along with the two glasses that typically accompanied it.
âKieran, what the fuck happened?â Worry sank into you as your eyes darted over the photo, hoping you wouldnât find blood. There weren't really any signs of a struggle, just aimless chaos.
âWe donât know, we thought you might. He came home last night in a scary good mood and then halfway through the night, he just started wrecking the place.â
âWe just had dinner and took a walk around the park, there wasnât anything unusual about anything.â You tried thinking over the night and still couldnât come up with an answer. âWhere is he now?â
âHeâs holed up in his room now, but weâre leaving. Before this temper tantrum, he asked us to go pick something up so there won't be anyone here.â There was a hint of uncertainty in Kieranâs voice, as though the twins were reluctant to leave Sylus in the state he was in.
âOkay, thatâs fine,â you pinched the bridge of your nose. âI just got home from work, so Iâll be there in a bit to see if I can talk some sense into him.â
The call disconnected and you hastily packed a bag for an overnight stay in the N109 Zone. You were out the door and on your motorbike in a matter of minutes, speeding through the darkening streets to get to him as quickly as you could.
When you arrived, the house was eerily quiet. There was almost always something from Sylusâs collection of vinyls playing, the sound filtering through the halls from deep within the façade, but not tonight. It was dark, too. Not a single fireplace or lamp was lit. For all intents and purposes, the house was empty. But still you cautiously pressed onward.
âSylus?â Your voice echoed in the house as you stepped gingerly over the debris, the light of your phone guiding your way. You made your way to his bedroom, knocking on the door.
âSylus?â You called again when you cracked the door open. A single dim lamp let you see that the room was in similar disarray to the rest of the house. Still, there was no response, and you thought that maybe heâd left.
A feral-sounding growl emanated from the room. It didnât sound human at all, and you wished youâd brought your weapon. Was all of the destruction the result of a wanderer? Your watch didnât detect anything but-
âLeave.â Sylusâs voice was strained andâŠoff. Instead of the usual gravel, there was a hint of something more, something beastly. You had heard stories of people turning into wanderersâŠwas it possible that Sylus was a victim to this anomaly?
âSy, is everything okay?â You dropped into his nickname out of habit, hoping that whatever had taken over his mind would recognize it.
âIf you know whatâs best for you, Kitten, you will leave right now.â His words echoed in your head, something familiar about them and this situation. You had brief flashes of tapestries and a cave before your mind returned to the present.
âSy, are you hurt? The twins called me,â you said calmly, stepping further. You still couldnât see him, but you could hear his ragged breathing coming from deeper in the room.
You had just cleared the archway that separated the sittig area from the sleeping space when you were pushed roughly against the wall. The side table holding the lamp teetered violently before falling over and taking the lamp with it, shattering the bulb. In the brief seconds the light was on him, you could see that Sylusâs pupils were blown wide and his face was flush. In the newfound darkness, his hot breath fanned across your neck in a series of shaky pants.
âSylus, please. Tell me whatâs wrong, youâre worrying me,â you say, raising your hand to cup his cheek. He made a sound like a barely restrained groan as he turned his face into your touch, inhaling deeply. He pressed his lips against your fingers, your palm, your wrist. You were certain that if heâd had a tail, it would be lashing about in agitation.
âYou shouldnât be here,â he growled. âI donât think I can be very accommodating or gentle right now, Kitten.â
His warning rolled off him, and yet he still pressed further into you. He buried his nose into your neck, inhaling sharply and his lips trailed your pulse.
âS-Sy,â you gasped as his teeth scraped against your skin, in a spot that held an echo of an ache that no longer existed. Worry was very quickly being replaced with something else, something that pooled deep in your core.
âMmh,â he purred, nuzzling his face against your neck again. âYour scentâŠsteamy and sweet, like cherry wine. Itâs been driving me insane all day.â
âSylus, what-â your question was cut off when he slanted his mouth across yours. All thoughts escaped you as he consumed you, plunging his tongue into your mouth the moment you opened for him. Worry and doubt fled from you and every sense was filled with him. Youâd even forgotten why you arrived at the base in the first place as he hoisted you up against the wall. Your legs hitched up to wrap around his waist and your arms folded around his broad shoulders. He growled in approval, still devouring you as he pressed impossibly close. You could feel him standing at attention, hard and ready, and you wondered how long heâd been in that condition.
âYou shouldnât be here,â he said, his voice a breathless whisper against your lips.
âWell, I am here. Whatâs going on with you, youâre worrying me.â You had to tug at his hair to get him to back off just the slightest bit. Even with your eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, his face was too far cast in shadows. He was definitely still Sylus, though- you didnât see any signs of him transforming into a monster. Just the raging hardon that was pressed against your core.
âKitten,â he whined, dropping his head against your shoulder. His breathing was ragged, sharp inhales let go as shaky exhales. âThis need I feelâŠitâs like I crave you on some primal level.â
He groaned when you tugged at his hair again, just a gentle pull to guide his mouth back to yours. His chest rumbled in what felt like a purr, the vibrations rolling through you to gather at your already wanting core. You gave your silent consent to him by pulling him closer, devouring his mouth in equal fervor. You gently caught his bottom lip between your teeth and his entire body shuddered.
âYou should-â lips found your leaping pulse.
âRun away-â his teeth scraped the slope of your neck.
âWhile you still can-â he latched onto your collarbone, sucking at the spot with a hard draw to create a mark there. You gasped and squirmed as best you could while crushed against the wall by his bulk. The action ground your core against his length and he groaned when he released you from his mouth.
âTake me,â you breathed into him. âUse me. Whatever you need, Iâm here.â
He groaned again and hauled you against him, pulling away from the wall to stumble blindly to his bed. There he dropped you onto the mattress, bathing you in the pale lights of the city filtering in from the window. His eyes were still cast in shadow, but you could still see the desire that darkened his expression. He was silent, save for the sound of his heavy breaths, as his hand stroked from calf to hip. Heat blazed from his touch, sinking through the fabric of the leggings you wore.
âLast chance, Kitten,â he growled, the sound rumbling low in his chest. Hands rested at your hip, teasing the waistband in silent question. Though you had already given explicit consent, he waited.
Rather than voicing your answer, and rather than giving in to what he so very clearly wanted, your hands found the collar of his shirt. With slow precision, you unbuttoned his shirt while keeping your eyes locked on his. His breath came in shuddering bursts, his body trembling as you teased him. It was a cruel test of his control, even knowing how close he was to snapping. But you couldnât help yourself. There was something about seeing carnal desire written in every feature, in every motion, that made you want to take advantage of it.
A sharp inhale, followed by a shuddered exhale when your hand trailed down his newly exposed chest in a tantalizing sweep. He caught your hand before it could trail too far down his abdomen, bringing it to his lips and laying a kiss across your knuckles, and another at your wrist.
And then his lips found yours in a searing kiss to seal your agreement. There was nothing short of passion in the way he devoured you, the way he coaxed you open to tangle his tongue with yours. The heat of his mouth trailed along your jaw, down your neck, searing into any exposed skin he could access until he was stopped my the lapel of the button down shirt you wore. Without warning, he grasped the overlapped edges at the front and ripped your shirt wide open. Buttons flew in every direction and all you could do was muffle your moan with a gasp. Because damn, that show of strength was not one you expected to be so hot. You didnât even care about the loss of the shirt, you wanted him to do it again.
With the obstruction out of his way, Sylus continued the forge a blazing trail of kisses down your body. The bandeau you wore as a bra was shoved down so that he could swirl his tongue around one nipple and then the other. Soft bites to the undersides of your breasts as he continued downward elicited a sharp inhaled gasp from you. His fingers slipped into the waistband of your leggings at each hip and then tugged, removing them and your underwear in one swift motion. Shyness coursed through you when you were finally fully bared to him, but you didnât fight him when he held your legs in place, spread for him, so he could rake his eyes up and down you.
His lips found the inside of your knee, teeth finding your thigh, and then his face was dangerously close to your core. You swore you could see his eye flash a quick glow, but the next moments pushed all thoughts and reason from your head.
âIâll start with your warmest spotâŠâ he murmured against your skin. And then he dipped his head further, his breath fanning against your slick folds. âAnd until Iâm finished, youâre not allowed to stop me.â
And then he descended, overwhelming your cunt with precise strokes of his tongue. You tried to twist away from him, crying out in pleasure, but he held you fast. His gaze bored into you, even as your hands sunk into the silky strands of his hair. He worked you until you were right on the precipice, but then pulled away with a devilish grin before you could crash over the other side. You whined at his unfair treatment until he set about removing his own clothing. Your own gaze devoured him the more he exposed of himself, and fuck he was perfect in every way.
He crawled languidly up your body and settled over you, reclaiming your mouth in a hard, punishing kiss. His knee wedged between yours, pushing and coaxing until you had enough thinking power to wrap yourself around him. This put the head of his cock right at your entrance, and you strained your hips towards him in a desperate bid for penetration. A dark chuckle escaped him when he realized what you were attempting.
âAll mine,â he growled. Your knee was hooked over his elbow, one at first and then both as the kiss progressed to a carnal need. You were open fully to him now, and all that was left was for him to take that plunge.
And fuck, did he ever.
His hips snapped forward without hesitation, not even affording you the time to adjust to his girth and length. Not that it was necessary, not when he glided into you easily on the slickness of your arousal. He slammed against you, sinking into you to the hilt, and you couldnât help the pleasured sound that escaped you. You folded your arms around his shoulders, nails biting into his skin when he tried to pull back. He didnât get far before his hips jerked forward again, almost off their own accord.
It was as though there was some primal instinct that drove him into you so impossibly deep. You couldnât understand where it came from, but fuck it felt good. The sensations of his cock slamming into you paired with the guttural moans erupting from him brought you back to that precipice rapidly. So rapidly that you barely had a moment's notice before you came apart around him. Pleasure zipped up your spine, turning your mind blank. All you could do was arch beneath him, crying out his name even as he continued to plunder your body.
He so easily folded you in half and set a pace that was bordering on punishing. What little control he could claim to have had in this moment was gone as he rutted into you. The sounds of your bodies colliding over and over rose to join your pleasured cries and his own grunting moans. You were glad the base had emptied due to his tantrum, because it would be very obvious what was happening should anyone step on the floor landing. Hell, even floors below could probably hear your loud, frenzied mating.
Feeling bold, maybe even mischievous, you lifted your mouth to the jumping pulse at his neck and scraped your teeth against it. Sylus let out a shaky, breathy moan and tilted his head away to grant you more access. With a grin, you bit down on that corded muscle that made up the slope of his neck.
His head fell against your chest with a deep moan, slamming his hips into you hard. Your bite turned into sucking on his neck, raising a mark to show your claim on him to anyone who would dare to look. And he also latched his mouth to your skin, drawing out the same kind of mark.
With a growl, he released your neck to observe the purpling mark he made. His gaze darted to yours, locking eyes with you as his thrusts increased to a breakneck pace. Pleasured expressions flitted across your face and you were almost certain thatâs what he was looking for. And then you were arching into him again, crying out his name as your walls pulsed around him. The edge he had been chasing came and went, and he spilled into you with a guttural cry of his own. His hips jerked and slammed into you, his cock twitching as you milked him for everything he had.
He kissed you feverishly, and even as you came down from the high of release, he was still impossibly hard inside you. He rocked into you with small thrusts and you could feel his heart hammering beneath your touch.
âFuck, how do you feel this damn good,â he whimpered against your lips. His body crashed against yours when you whimpered his name in response, over and over as he chased another release. It came to him with a sharp snap of his hips against yours, a shudder that swept through his entire body, and then more hot ropes of cum were flooding your cunt again.
And he still somehow wasnât done with you.
A brief respite was all that was granted before he was thrusting deep into you again. At this point, you weren't even sure where you ended and he began. You were beginning to wonder if you would be leaking his cum for days after this encounter, even moreso when he slammed into you again with a guttural, primal cry of ecstasy. This one brought you over the edge with him, the feel of his cock pulsing and twitching inside you drawing release from you without warning.
Finally, after one more orgasm ripped through both of you, Sylus slumped against you. He nuzzled into your neck, soft kisses peppering your skin as you both attempted to regain your breath. He released your legs from his pressing hold and you ran your thighs down both sides of his body, delighting in the way he shuddered again.
You were both a sweaty mess, and you were certain the sheets needed to be changed once he slipped from your body. But he took his sweet time with you, giving gentle kisses that were a stark contrast to the primal possession he just exhibited. The weight and heat of him pressing you into the mattress felt like heaven, and you made a mental note to request this kind of skinship again in the future. Maybe with a little less mess. Or maybe with more, who knows.
You complained when he removed himself from the bed, grudgingly allowing yourself to be carried by him to the bathroom. You were exhausted and couldnât work up the energy to feel embarrassed as he cleaned you up in the shower, but you were delighted in the way his hands massaged your scalp as he washed your hair. You nearly fell asleep when he blow dried your hair, making him have to carry you back to bed. He slipped you between fresh silk sheets and climbed in behind you, trailing kisses along the back of your neck and shoulders as he wrapped himself around you.
Safe and cozy, you fell into the deepest sleep youâd ever experienced.
And when you awoke to Sylus being gone, you couldnât help but pout. Until he pushed through the door with a tray in hand, wrapped in his favourite brocade robe. He wordlessly set the tray down in front of you, and you saw it was filled with various crackers, cheeses, and fruits.
âConsider this my apology,â he said with a chuckle as you eagerly dug into the tray. He sat next to you in bed, allowing you to feed him. He was content enough to watch you enjoy the tray, but couldnât say no when you turned to offer him bites.
âWhat was that all about anyway?â You ask finally, after working up the courage to not be shy. Sylusâs brows drew down in thought.
âIâm not entirely sure, I donât think Iâve ever experienced something like that before. I came home to being surrounded by your essence, your scent, and it's like a switch flipped in my head. Like I was possessed. Like some sort of primal instinct that wouldnât leave until I had you flat on your back with my cock driving into you.â
You blushed furiously at his casual words, occupying your hands and face with more food, so that you wouldnât put those hands and your mouth all over him in some sort of retaliation. He chuckled darkly and leaned close, inhaling deeply at your neck.
âMmh. I think I like my scent being intertwined with yours,â he growled into your ear.
Neither of you left his bed for a while following that, and you were grateful it was your weekend.
Sylus doesn't realize how big he is until the first time you two have sex. You hiss, your hand gripping onto his bicep tightly as he pushes his cock into you. "Everything alright, sweetie?" His voice held a certain amount of gentleness, he stops moving as he waits for you answer. "Yes...you're just...big..." Sylus lets a small smile come to his lips. "I'll just have to be careful then. Wouldn't want to overwhelm you thus early on, kitten." His hips move forward again, this time he takes his time, making sure you feel all of him. Your gasps and moans are like music to his ears, he can listen to them all day. "Tell me if it's too much and I'll stop." It was too much but you didn't want him to pull out, it felt painfully good.
Once he was fully inside of you, he let's you adjust to his size, moving only a little bit. Your pussy squeezed him a few times making him groan. "You feel amazing. Can I move now?" He leans down feeling the way your legs wrap around his body, he holds onto your thighs as he kisses up to your jaw. "Yes." It's a weak yes, you felt so full, he felt so good. Sylus nods and then starts moving his hips setting a slow pace at first. As soon as he sees that your experience grows to one of full pleasure, he speeds up, his hips moving quicker, harder. The moans that leave your mouth get louder, your hands move from his arms to his back, nails digging into his pale skin. He chuckles, he isnt fucking you fast, he is fucking you well. "There we go. Thats my good kitten." He kisses you on the lips, it's a kiss of raw passion, you feel him everywhere in your body. The room is filled with skin slapping noises as his cock moves in and out of your pussy.
Pulling away from the kiss, he grabs your hands pinning your wrists above your head. "Look at yourself. You're taking me so well." His red eyes are filled with adoration and lust, this is exactly how he wanted you. You look up at the mirror that was above the bed, it's an imagine that you wish you can take a picture of. Sylus is on top of you, his body moving against yours, his back painted by the scratches of your nails, your sweaty bodies illuminated by the dim lights. It didn't him long to realize where you were looking, he bites into your neck before speaking. "Enjoying the view are we? Atta girl." Then he starts to thrust into you faster, his cock pouding you deeper than before. A loud moan of his name echoes through the room, you grab onto the sheets, eyes rolling back. He was hitting all the right spots.
When your velvety walls start to clench around his length, he knows that you're close, so he slows down, wanting to savor every bit of you. Sylus takes one of your breats in his mouth, his tongue eagerly swirling against your nipple. The combined pleasure is making you lose your mind, your back arches. "Syl! Faster please!" You're begging him now, something you swore you'll never do. "Is that so? Well, what my kitten wants, she gets." He takes hold of your legs and puts them on his shoulder.kissing your ankle before his movements speed up. Sylus admires the way your breasts bounce at his every hard thrust, he admires how your body reacts so perfectly to his. "Syl! I'm close!" The desperation in your voice makes his cock twitch, you feel it too. His hand moves down your leg until it reaches your core, he gently rubs his thumb over your clit to get you to cum. It works, tou cum around his cock, your body twisting in pleasure as your orgasm washes over you. He follows, pulling out quickly and painting your stomach white, his eyes are closed for a moment before he looks at you again. Sylus gives you a few moments before he turns the position around si you were on top of him. "We aren't done yet. Afterall..." He looks up, looking at your reflections in the mirror. "...it's time for me to admire the view too, sweetie."
âżâ§âË âŸ. â say yes to heaven đ€ sylus 秊 ââŽïžËïœĄâ âż
pairing âżâ§âË: lads sylus x reader
summary âżâ§âË: 3+1: three times Sylus suppresses his desire to have you, and one time his control finally snaps. sprinkled with relationship fluff, size difference, love confessions and whole lot of overthinking from our fav crow boy.
word count âżâ§âË: 13.6k (a whole ass freaking novella, grab a snack.)
tropes âżâ§âË: 18+, 3+1, smut, but packed with feelings, fluff, est. relationship, body worship, plot with porn??, love confessions, sylus is obsessed, and so in love, first times implied, p in v, size difference, (by size difference i mean sylus is freaking huge, like a mountain of a man, so big it actually makes him nervous bc u so small, every single one of us would be a small dot next to him thatâs my personal headcanon, have you seen his ib memory? yeah, yeah u have this man HUGE), anyways what is protection they donât use it donât be like them, needy sylus, pet names, everything is consensual, awooo.
Sylus usually considered himself to be a patient man.
He occasionally did act on his desiresâhe could admit that muchâbut when it came to the things he truly cared about, the things he treasured, he didnât mind the wait. He knew that the best things in life came at a price, and if the currency was time, in this case he was willing to pay in full. He knew it was worth it. That you were worth it.
You, who accepted him as he was, with all his flaws and imperfections, making his life better every day you were together. You, who were so brave, gentle, and kind that you made him want to become a better man tooâjust so that one day, he could say he truly deserved you. You, who he had completely fallen for, unable to imagine a world in which he wouldnât make the same choice of courting you all over again.
Thatâs why he wanted nothing more than to treasure and respect you in every aspect of lifeâincluding intimacy and his own desires. And to be perfectly candid, he had plenty of those from the very moment he laid eyes on you. But he wanted to act like a gentleman, never rushing you into anything. He was patient, waiting for you to make the first move. He wanted to be sure you trusted him, that you werenât afraid of himâor of the things he wanted to do to you if he ever got the chance.
And even after several months of officially dating you, he still stuck to his resolve, despite the unhealthy hunger growing inside him. He was adamant that you make the first move, even though the waiting was slowly killing him from the insideâhis desires burning through his skin, desperate to see the light of your glossy eyes, to feel you squirming beneath him, and to hear your soft moans and whimpers, letting him know that you wanted him too.
He wanted you passionately. He didnât desire anyone or anything else in his life. He had never thought of anyone else in such terms, which made the wait much more bearable, fun even. The occasional tension in the air only made things between you even more intriguing. Sylus wondered when the moment would come for you to finally let him explore you, taste you, just as he had wanted since the first time he held you in his arms.
He was a patient man. An inquisitive one, but patient nonetheless.
But it was just getting too much for him to handle lately.
He wondered if you were doing this on purpose. Were you trying to make him go feral with want, push him into some action? Maybe you were just too shy to ask for something more, and decided to coax him to take you right then and there? Was it an act? A part of your meticulous, sneaky plan?
He felt his sanity slowly dissipating.
âSylus? Please, hurry up and help me, we have to go!â You turned your head to look at him, your lips puckered in an adorable pout, and your feet anxiously shifting from one to the other, the sound of your beautiful black heels clicking against the floor of your apartment. The red soles didnât go unnoticed by him.
And what didnât go unnoticed as well was how breathtakingly gorgeous you looked, dressed in your tight black gown that accentuated the figure he was obsessed with.
However, he was a strong man. He could look at you in a dress and not get an instant boner; he wasnât some mere beast. But when you asked for his help, he realized that life hadnât prepared him for everything you had up your sleeve.
Because right now, you stood before him, your back turned toward him, holding your hair in your hands and exposing a zipper that you wanted him to take care of. A zipper that ran from your neck down, down, down to your red lace panties, which peeked out from beneath the unzipped black material.
He turned his head upward at the sight, his hand reaching for the bridge of his nose, a silent prayer escaping his lips. If God existed, He was not merciful this time.
He could also clearly see that you werenât wearing a bra, the soft skin of your back exposed, slightly hidden under the material of the dress. Hadnât he suffered enough?
He wanted to bark. Badly.
Oh fuck, was he really going to bark?
He hoped not.
âSy?â The nickname almost made his legs buckle. He needed a moment to calm himself after just one look at you, and it seemed to take him much longer than what would be considered natural. The impatience in your voice betrayed your desire not to be late for the opera performance, which he had promised to take you to today. He gulped audibly and realized that you had no idea what you were doing to himâand that scared him.
If you were this dangerous unintentionally, how will he survive when youâll finally, consciously decide to take things further?
âYes. Yes, of course, sweetie.â He managed to choke out and stepped closer to you, your delectable scent overwhelming his senses. He tried to hide the slight tremble in his hands as he reached for the zipper at the bottom of your dress. When he zipped you up, he took his sweet time caressing your body with his knuckles, basking in the soft feeling of your skin and the dangerous touch of the lace of your panties. He hoped you couldnât hear his heartbeatâor see the pink in his cheeks. He couldnât remember the last time he had blushed, but now he was sure of it, judging by the warmth on his face.
He was hopeless. Utterly ruined.
âThere you go.â He said quietly, caressing your beautiful hair with his fingers, smoothing the creases which appeared after your hold. He brushed it from your neck and planted a slow kiss there, his movements far too composed for someone who was boiling with desire inside.
âThank you. I couldnât reach it at all and weâre already short on time.â You put your hand on his head, patting it gently and sighing when he touched your waist. He couldnât help but squeeze you there, feeling the warmth of your skin through the soft material of your dress. You understood this gesture as teasing and giggled adorably.
âYou look magnificent, my dove.â The compliment slipped through his lips, earning him your sweet smile and a kiss on a cheek. He watched as you passed him to grab your purse, going straight to the front door, leaving him behind. Trusting heâll follow your step, as he always did.
Sylus closed his eyes and touched the very spot on his cheek where your lips had grazed, releasing a sigh that could be interpreted as both contentment and a silent prayer for endurance.
âYou coming, Sy?â He could hear you calling for him, and he opened his eyes. His left one shone brightly at him from his reflection on the window. His Evol proved useless when his body already made it abundantly clear whatâor whomâhe desired the most.
âI fucking wish.â He whispered under his breath, turned around, and walked up to you, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder as he reveled in the weight of your body pressing against him. His ears were graced by your little squeal, that quickly transformed into uncontrollable laughter, a sound he wanted to record and play every time you were away.
You slapped his back playfully and joked about wanting to use your legs once in a while, and he laughed, saying that he just wanted to make sure that he had all he needed with him. Then, he grabbed his coat with his Evol, and used it to slam the door after you both went out. He hoped that the lust he felt, which started to get out of his control, managed to stay behind them.
He waited for so long; how hard could it be to wait for another couple of months?
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Hard.
Tremendously hard, both theoretically and physically, given the reaction of his body upon the contact.
He shifted slightly so that you wouldnât feel his growing bulge against your core, his hands hovered over your thighs, his cheeks flaming hot. He was about to fucking pass out.
But you were none the wiser, sitting on his body, strangling him with your soft, mouth-watering thighs, practically rubbing yourself against him, and performing your little dance of victory after pushing him to the ground during your sparring.
Normally, he would have laughed with you and treasured your moment of happiness, his senses overwhelmed by pride as he watched you get better and better at self-defense with every practice.
But that was just cruel.
Not only did you show up in that little piece of fabric covering your breasts, something you dared to call a sports bra, its thin straps reminiscent of a fish net, offering NO support whatsoever for your charms, but you also dared to wear that pair of leggings you claimed you had bought with your friend during your last trip to the mall.
And they were leaving nothing for his imagination, your every curve hugged tightly, every dip deliciously emphasized. And fuck, you looked gorgeous in wine red. You knew you did.
âI got it in your color! Do you like it?â You asked upon entering his gym, twirling for him like the most adorable fucking thing he had ever had the pleasure of seeing, your arms up and your hair still untied. He did saw red, and it wasnât just the color of your clothing.
His color. His girl in his color, he was going absolutely feral.
âI do.â He choked out, and tried to avert his eyes from your posture but lost that battle quickly. âYou look stunning. My little gem.â He answered and you dared to look at him sheepishly, your face showing the signs of getting flustered.
âIâm not just a gem anymore. Iâm a professional fighter.â You playfully punched his shoulder, jumping around and mimicking boxing moves, making him laugh out loud as he grabbed your fists in his hands. He pulled you closer to him and kissed your forehead, his arms wrapping around your frame.
âIs that an apology in advance?â You asked him when his lips left your skin. He smirked, his brow raising.
âMight be. Today weâll be practicing attacks and knocking down your opponent.â
âMe? Knocking you down?â You looked at him with disbelief, your hands dropping to your sides, already defeated. âIâm doomed. Sylus, canât I knock down Luke or Kieran instead?â Your cute pout and hands clasped in a begging gesture made him laugh again, as he fixed the bandages on your hands.
âAnd you think they would be easier to conquer?â
âYes. Obviously, yes.â
âBut they wouldnât make sure youâre not going to hurt yourself, kitten, and I already know your patternsâŠâ He leaned over you, his hot breath caressing your ear, making you shiver. His hands avoided touching your body. âAnd weak spotsâŠâ A whisper and a gentle bite on your earlobe were enough to send your adrenaline soaring.
âYouâ!â You jumped from him, like a little kitten, your face flustered and gaze filled with playful threat. âYouâre going down mister. Youâre SO going dooown.â
And down he went.
Right under your soft body, squashed between your warm tights, looking up at your beautiful lips twisted in an adorable, cunning smirk.
Oh, the way he loved you. The way he wanted to have you. The intensity of that feeling started to suffocate him.
âOkay, you got me, sweetie.â He choked out and tried his best to sound as nonchalant as possible. But nothing about this situation was nonchalantâyour soft tights squeezing his waist and your butt pressing on his weak spot almost made him see stars. He grabbed your waist to try to stop your body from moving and gritted his teeth, fighting with himself to not buckle his hips up. âNow, up. I admit defeat.â
Defeat that had to do with the improvement of your skills and the force of your little fists, yes, but also with the way Sylus was distracted by your body, his eyes wandering everywhere during the battle, but not the places he should actually pay attention to.
Apparently, he was a weak, weak man, when the situation concerned you. Weak and impossibly horny.
âHmm, Iâm not sure if I want to.â You answered, a mischievous glint adored your gaze. He drank that expression in.
Beautiful. You were absolutely beautiful, sitting on him, your body sparkling with sweat, face red from the exhaustion. How could he keep his mind from going places? âI think I like you like this.â His eyebrows went up, and cheeks felt a little bit too warm for his liking.
What were you trying to say?
âYes? Like what, kitten?â His heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest. He knew that you could feel it, one of your hands rested on top of it, stroking his chest, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin through his shirt. He shivered, his body covered in goosebumps, finding the gentle touch too intense, somehow.
âTowering over you.â His breath hitched; his heart almost stopped its beating. âItâs much easier to look at your face when Iâm like this. Itâs nice.â His heart squeezed instead, your confession turning out to be more touching than teasing, and he cursed himself internally for belittling your interactions and intimacy lately. His mind immediately assumed sexual undertones, where everything you were doing with him, at your own, unique pace should be more than enough for him.
âYou like looking at me that much, huh?â He answered, his hand going up to caress your cheek with the back of his fingers. He smiled with content, and he put his hand at the nape of your neck, hoping youâll understand the implications.
You did. Not a second later you lowered your body so that you were lying on top of him, one of his hands holding you to himself by your waist, pressing you even closer together. He acknowledged how much he loved your full weight on his body, your hearts pressed so close to each other they started beating as one.
You put your hands on his cheeks, smiled down at him, and pressed a small kiss to one of his eyelids, and then to the tip of his nose. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling.
âOf course. Youâre my beautiful boy, Sylus.â You whispered to him, a smile adoring your face and he couldnât help himself. He pulled you close by your neck and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, almost whimpering into your mouth from the intensity of his feelings.
You reciprocated the kiss, not hesitating even for a second, and soon, both of your lips were swollen and glistening, your minds filled with sparkles and cotton.
You were the one to break the kiss, your mind going dizzy, body trembling from the arousal. He could feel it without using his Evolâthe desire that raised within you, the fire that now flowed through your veins. His eyes sparkled with anticipation.
One moment and youâll go pliant against him, melting into his embrace.
One second, and heâll finally taste heaven, be as close to you as anyone ever has been.
âY/N, will it be alright if Iââ He started speaking, your eyes looking at him from above as you held onto his cheek and neck, caressing his skin with your thumbs, making him feel oh, so cherished. Yet, he didnât manage to finish the request because a sudden crash from the door opening pierced through the silent room, popping your comfortable bubble in an instant.
You jumped out of his embrace, leaving him cold and yearning, his hands sliding over his face in frustration.
âBossââ
âLuke, Kieran it better be fucking important.â Sylus hissed through his teeth, and the fact that he didnât even try to hide his frustration made you huff out a laugh and you quickly covered your mouth with your hand. You didnât want to laugh at him so openly, hiding how adorable his anger towards boys seemed to you at that moment.
His eyes caught yours, lured by the bubbly sound, and one of the corners of his mouth went up slightly. He raised his hand to your covered mouth and brought your hand down with his fingers, revealing your smile.
âIt is, Boss! The Girm Company chairman called and demanded a meeting in thirty minutes.â Luke said quickly, Kieran peeking out from behind his shoulder. âAnd he didnât want to take ânoâ for an answer.â Kieran added, his body now revealed.
You were not sure if Sylus was even listening, his eyes glued to your face, his fingers tracing the line of your smile absentmindedly. He still didnât raise from the floor of the ring, his posture relaxed, one arm now resting behind his head.
âThat bastard.â He answered under his breath, and closed his eyes in annoyance for a second and when he opened them, they were once again glued to you. âIf you donât want me to leave, just say a word.â He said, and put a strand of your hair behind your ear. The back of his hand started a slow caress of your cheek, and you felt embarrassed, knowing that the boys were still looking at you both, waiting for Sylusâs answer.
âItâs okay, Sy. I actually have some errands to run in Linkon so I better get going.â You answered, grabbing his hand and pressing a kiss to his fingers. His breath hitched, eyes following the movement with a longing deep in his chest. âBesides, Iâm tired of beating your ass today. Save some dignity for the next time.â You added with a mischievous look, poking his hard chest with your finger teasingly.
The laugh that came out of his chest was suddenâloud, deep, and so sincere that it warmed your chest, your lips spreading in a proud smile. He grabbed your hand off of his chest and brought it to his lips, kissing your fingertips. The mirth in his eyes clearly visible, the affection bare and tangible.
âYou are so generous, sweetie. Letting your pray off the hook so easily.â He couldnât stop smiling even when he was raising to his feet, his hand going to massage his left shoulder. He looked at you and offered you his hand, which you immediately accepted. He helped you stand, his eyes tracing your every move, still unable to look away.
Your body entranced him, your presence lit a fire in his veins. The point where your hands touched warm and almost overwhelming. His desire for more once again proven unquenchable.
âBoys, let him know Iâll be there. It seems that I need to remind him who actually is in the position to make demands.â His voice was now authoritative, followed by the boysâ exclamations of âWill do, boss,â along with two salutes send his way.
And they were gone just as quickly as they had appeared.
âDonât be too harsh on the chairman. I donât want to get in the way of your business.â He saw you turn to him with a worried expression on your face, and he leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering on the spot for much longer than necessary.
âHmm, Iâm afraid thatâs impossible.â He took your hand in his and placed a kiss on your knuckles, looking deep into your eyes. The sadness of you parting ways already blooming inside him. âThey cut our time together short, so Iâm planning on making them pay for that offense generously.â He smirked and watched you shake your head with disbelief, a small smile gracing your lips.
âI already miss you.â He heard you saying and you surprised him by throwing your arms around his neck, then kissing him almost senseless.
He closed his eyes and returned the kiss, which was starting to border on filthy. His hands grabbed your frame, pressing you closer to him, as his body bent toward you.
When you parted, your breaths were hot and heavy, a string of saliva still keeping your mouths connected. He stared at the filthy sight, his heart pounding in his chest, his boxers starting to become a rather tight fit. You placed a hand on his chest and pushed him away gently, your fingers trailing downward until they grazed his abdomen. He gulped audibly and remained still, watching you walk further and further away. He didnât trust himself to move even an inch, afraid he wouldnât be able to restrain himself anymore.
âBye, Sylus. Iâll let you know when I get home safely.â You told him, walking away backwards now, your eyes not leaving his. âAnd weâll continue what we started next time, okay, Boss?â The last part a whisper from your sweet lips, almost making him drop to his knees right then and there. You waved at him, shyness visible on your cheeks, and then you left him in the middle of the ring, stunned and filled with excruciating desire to finally have you.
Next time.
He groaned, his hands covering his blushing face, his mind already imagining the things heâll do to you, only if you let him. God, he hoped that youâll let him.
He did arrive late to the meeting that day, having to compose himself for much longer than you would have expected. He also made sure the chairman regretted keeping him away from youâyour softness, your scent, an addictive drug he never wanted to be deprived of. The audacity to take that from him deserved nothing less than the highest of punishments.
He couldnât help it; he already missed you.
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Sylus could write poems about his beloved, listing all her remarkable qualities and quirks; however, not once would he describe her as elegant and composed.
You usually were a tornado of various emotions, a temple of the things you cherished, your expressions lively and loud, honest and unrestrained.
You were also a bit clumsyâan occasional stumble, a bump to your limb now and then, or a broken glass wasnât anything that Sylus hadnât see you do before. He often worried about you and your safety, with new bruises appearing on your body from bumping into things or a piece of glass piercing through your delicate skin. Sometimes, he wished he could protect you from yourself too, but all he could do was press a kiss to every small injury you sustained from your hectic movements.
All bumps aside, he utterly adored that quality of yours. Every time he caught you acting awkwardly his chest seemed to shrink on itself, his heart squeezing, cute aggression overcoming his senses. You were just so adorable in those moments, the sight always reminding him of a little fawn, beautiful but uneasy on its feet. His craving to grab you and hold you in his arms, protecting you from the whole world, was strong; the urge to press a kiss to your forehead, then to kiss you senseless, even stronger. You were his little chaos: wonderful in your unexpectedness, extraordinary in every sense of the word.
Needless to say, he was used to your adorable clumsiness. He loved it.
That was probably why his brain stopped working when you proved to be everything but clumsy while playing the games at the local funfair. Your moves sure and precise, your gaze locked onto the targets, your body positioned exactly how it should be in order to gain the reward you wantedâwhether it was a new plushie, a funky gadget or even some snacks.
And he had to say that this new, confident, borderline cocky behavior you were displaying was making him feel some things.
âWait, let me try this time.â You said the first time he couldnât score the prize, the claw mocking him relentlessly, wounding his pride.
You got that plushie in one, excellent attempt.
âLet me get that for you, Sy.â You proposed later, seeing him eyeing a figurine of a crow that reminded him of Mephisto. You were able to get not only that, but also a coupon for a food stall that served the best waffles youâve ever eaten. As for Sylus, the sweetness of the treat paled in comparison to your blinding smile, with whipped cream still staining the corner of your mouth. He swiped it away with his thumb, then licked the digit, sending you a wink in the process.
He took pride in your blush, especially when making each other red that day started to feel like a competition between you two, whether you were aware of it or not.
âYou want this one? Say no more, handsome.â Your words almost making him choke, your hands already grabbing the controls, your body bending over the machine, offering him a wonderful view of your ass. The tips of his ears immediately started to feel as if caught on fire. Even though he knew that you were teasing him, the pet name sounding foreign from your lips, he liked the feeling of you taking the initiative.
He also couldnât stop his eyes from wandering, your body presented to him in a way that felt illegal to watch. He swiped his gaze up from the nape of your neck to your shoulders, taking note of your delicious-looking waist, perky butt, and thighs, which seemed lonely without his hands squeezing and kneading the soft flesh.
The cheerful sound of the machine made him snap back into reality, just as you were looking over your shoulder, sending him the sexiest, oh so sexy, proud smirk he ever saw in his life. He smirked right back, even though his legs felt disturbingly like jelly.
âIâm starting to think you enjoy this.â He remarked, grabbing the prize from your hands once again, the rest of your treasures already sitting comfortably in the back of his car. You send him a mischievous smile and fixed your hair, your fingers threading through the strands, the smell of your perfume reaching him once again during that night.
He wanted to devour you.
âAnd whatâs wrong with that?â One of your hands grabbed his bicep, holding on to him as you started your lazy stroll in search of yet another entertainment. âYou always get me things. And since I know now that you suck at these games, I have a perfect opportunity to return the favor.â He laughed at that, his hand moving to flick your forehead.
âI donât suck at these games, all of them are tempered with, sweetie. I actually find it astonishing that you are so good at them.â His reply kind of soothing his wounded pride, his mind once again remembering your movements from before. The way you moved with confidence and grace, the little smirks and winks you send his way. His blood started to boil several stalls ago, and it hasnât calmed since. âMakes one wonder about the extent of your abilities.â
The new, cocky, and self-confident side of you aroused him almost to the point of him grabbing you by the waist and taking you to his car, taking advantage of his tined widows.
âIt all comes down to having a good strategy, as someone once taught me.â You said, repeating the words Sylus is always saying to you during your training, a mirth lacing your tone. How he adored you.
âWise counseling you have here, kitten. You must have a fantastic teacher, if his lessons are proving to be useful anywhere you go.â The smile not leaving your face making him never want to look away.
âOh, yes, he is. And an eye-candy too.â You touched his nose with the tip of your finger teasingly while he laughed. He stopped walking and turned to you fully, his arms closing around your waist, bringing you to him, close enough for your bodies to touch. The height difference always made him dizzy, with your head fully tilted upward in order to catch his gaze.
âMm. Maybe thatâs a quality he learned from you.â His tone quiet, one of his hands going to touch your cheek, his thumb pressing on your bottom lip. You appeared stunned. âI cannot think of someone sweeter than you. If heâs a candy, youâre one delectable dessert.â He whispered, his eyes going from your eyes to your lips, their reddish tone reminding him of a little cherry. He was fighting with himself not to put his hands on your ass, and squeeze the flesh that you kept pushing his way from the very beginning of your date, or not to place a kiss on your smart little mouth, which kept sending him these playful smirks all day long. He knew that if he started here, he would not be able to stop. No one would be capable of separating him from you, public place be damned.
His desire boiling inside him, threatening to melt his vessels and pour from his body, enveloping you in a tight, pleasurable embrace. He felt feverish, your body pressed to his giving him all the warmth he ever needed, molding his thoughts to fit only your frame.
You were perfect in his eyes. Your body, the perfect shape for him to hold, your face the only one he wanted to remember. And the way he felt when he was with youâso immensely happy, so carefree, so rightâwas a feeling he had never even dreamed about having. Your banter, little jokes and witty comments made him so at ease he never wanted to stop talking to you, afraid of depriving himself of even a second of the comfort you brought him: the knowledge that he could speak his mind freely, for you understood him beyond the limitations of language. By your side, he could be himself, the thoughts in his head quiet, giving way to expressing himself in any way he wanted. His little taste of heaven: the time you spent together.
He loved you. So intensely it used to scare him, but now he was offering himself willingly, no longer afraid of rejection. Even though you both still didnât acknowledge it out loud, the feeling lingered in the air between you â a delectable sweetness, a comforting fragrance.
He wanted you. Body and soul. Soul and body. He liked to think he already had your soul in grasp, your actions and openness served as a perfect proof of that, yet your body was still his to claim. And the fact that there was still a part of you he didnât manage to possess, to thoroughly acknowledge, frustrated him inconceivably.
Especially because you had that strong of an effect on him. Everything you did capable of driving him perfectly insane. Oh, how you had him wrapped around your little finger, without being aware how completely obsessed he was with you.
âIs that so?â His gaze went from your hypnotizing eyes back to your lips, drinking in every single whisper. You stood on your tiptoes, the sight making his hands squeeze your waist tighter, his breath quickening, mind trying to process closer distance. âIf he keeps sweet-talking me like this, then I guess he will finally get to taste it.â You grabbed his chin and tilted it down, pressing a soft, drawn-out kiss to his lips. His eyes closed immediately, desperate to heighten his senses. He wanted this kiss to last, both in the moment and later in his memory.
And just as he was about to wrap his arms around your back, pulling you closer, hiding your body from everyone else just to steal a few more kisses, you stepped back, the quiet sound of a smooch echoing between you. He bit his lip, almost drawing blood, restraining himself from chasing after your lips.
âCâmon now. I still have a few tricks up my sleeve that I need to show you.â You gripped his hand tighter and started to walk toward one of the booths. You sent him a smile over your shoulder, making his efforts to calm his racing heart futile. âAnd then maybe we can grab some cotton candy? All this talk about sweets made me crave some.â
âAnything for you, sweetie.â He answered absentmindedly, your taste still lingering on his lips. How were you always able to move on from the kisses so quickly? It would be the only thing he could think about in the next minutes.
âAnd what do you want?â
âHmm?â The question shocked him, his eyebrows going up, his eyes intently observing your face.
âDo you have something youâd like to do while weâre here? I keep dragging you stall to stall ever since we came here.â You said while turning to fully face him, grabbing both of his hands. âI want you to have fun too.â
âI always have fun when Iâm with you.â His response honest, his thumb caressing your knuckles. âYou make life so interesting. And today you already managed to surprise me, so I would say that was more than enough entertainment for me in a day.â You rolled your eyes at him, a small smile on your lips, and looked at him with patience.
âBut the dayâs not over yet. Isnât there anything youâd like to do? Look around.â
He lifted his head from your frame and began taking in the booths and various food stalls that had previously escaped his attention. He hummed, and he could feel you shifting on your feet, unable to contain your excitement.
Thatâs when he caught something interesting out of the corner of his eyeâa couple emerging from a small booth, huge smiles plastered on their faces as they held small pieces of paper. A spark of excitement ignited inside him upon realizing what it was.
âThere. I want to have a memento.â He said, his finger pointing to that innocent-looking booth. Almost impossible to spot in the abundance of lights and sounds coming from other attractions.
âOkay! I think I already won you a mountain of mementos but ifâAh!â Your eyes lit up when you realized what he was pointing to, your lips spreading in a cheerful smile. âA photo booth! Sylus, thatâs wonderful!â
It wasnât long before you were both inside the booth, the space cramped, almost too small for him to fit. He sat on the small stool, taking up nearly all the space, leaving you no choice but to sit on one of his legs. Your arms wrapped around his neck for stability, yet there wasnât a hint of discomfort on your face.
He loved how natural it was for you to be this close to him, the proximity no longer making you nervous. He still remembered how you were at the beginning of your acquaintance, when even an eye contact was enough to make you shy away. Now, touching him was as easy as breathing, your body relaxed and pliant under his wandering hands.
While you were clicking playfully on the screen, setting up the machine, he took his time observing youâmainly how your body looked next to his, which made him short-circuit, reminding him why he was still waiting for you to make the first move in initiating sexual intimacy. The reason he didnât want to rush things, nervousness buried deep inside his chest.
You were sitting on his leg, your whole body weighting next to nothing, his one limb nearly twice as big as both of yours. Your soft flesh pressed to him didnât even take up half of the place available on his leg, and when he put one of his hands on your back, the huge patch of your skin he was able to cover made him gulp audibly.
You were so tiny, next to him.
He was a huge man, and he knew that. Not just his height, but his overall build made even other men look small in comparison. While he usually considered it one of his greatest assets, a fantastic tool for intimidation, in this particular case, it planted a seed of worry in him.
It took some time for you not to shy away from his touch, not to flinch every time he leaned to you, his body covering whole line of your vision. And it took him even more time to learn how he should touch you and hold you, not to put too much force behind his caresses, not to make you bruise. And although the gentleness run in his bloodstream by now, he was still worried about the actual sex.
What if he scares you? His body completely covered your delicious curves without issue.
What if he overwhelms you? His stamina and eagerness matched his overall size.
What if he hurts you? The thought of your body unable to accommodate to his size made his blood run cold.
He looked at your body again, and he had to hold in a sigh. He loved your curves, the unbelievable softness of your skin, how warm you were. He felt his hunger increasing every day, every minute, every second he spent in your presence.
Yet he had to wait patiently, not wanting to scare you. He also knew that you were starting to get bolder with him day by day. He liked to think that it was just a matter of time until you will initiate something more, cover him with your soft embrace, let him melt in your warmth.
Because at the end of the day, his observations of your size difference not only filled his mind with fear, but also made his body tingle in all the right places. The arousal he felt knowing that he could manhandle you without any issue, cover your whole body entirely with his, shield you from the world and its coldnessâall consuming. The only thing he could think about.
You were tiny in his embrace.
But he could make it work. He will make it work so good.
How could he hurt you when he was so certain that you were made to be his? Two halves of a perfect soul.
His hand slid down to hug your waist and he pressed a lingering kiss to your shoulder. It made you giggle, you thought that it was his way of showing impatience. And it was, in a way. Just not the kind of impatience you assumed it was.
âAll set! I had some fun with the stickers, do you want to choose your own?â He looked at the screen and opened his mouth to deny, but one sticker did actually catch his attention. He clicked on the small dove and placed it in the bottom of the template, next to the various hearts you already decorated it with.
âThatâs you. The resemblance is almost striking.â He said making you laugh and you picked a sticker of some kind of a black bird.
âAnd thatâs you. They unfortunately donât have a crow one so this little fella has to work.â You placed the sticker close to the dove one, satisfied with your work.
âI get the vision. When Iâm squinting my eyes, I guess.â
You had four pictures taken, all accompanied by laughter and endless teasing. One where you kissed his cheek, one hand holding his jaw, his eyes closed and features relaxed. One where he pretended to bite your neck, your face caught in laughter. One where he rolled his eyes, reacting to your lame joke of getting rabies from his bite, as you placed your pointed fingers above his head, adoring him with imaginary horns, your mouth open in fake shock. And the last one, where you grabbed his face and kissed him, his gentle smile pressed against your mouth, a picture of joy that couldnât be restrained.
âI might have gone kind of overboard with the stickers.â You said when you got your two copies of the pictures, four perfect rectangles inside a scarlet border, adorned with hearts, flowers and stars. Two adorable birds were at the very bottom of it, just below the date. Sylus looked at the pictures, and his heart seemed to grow bigger, the wave of emotions making him unable to utter even a simple word. âBut I think theyâre cute regardless! Itâs so nice to finally have a picture of us printed out. Iâm definitely going to frame mine.â You said and took out your phone to take a picture of it.
His thumb gently caressed the piece of paper, words still stuck in his throat.
It was the very first picture of you two together, and when he looked at it, he couldnât help but get emotional, knowing that he never expected to have someone like you in his life. Someone to cherish, to protect, to hold. Someone who reciprocated his feelings, someone who will never leave him, even if doomsday falls upon Linkon, even if the world crumbles.
âAre you okay, Sy? Youâve gone nonverbal again.â He felt your hand on his wrist, offering him a gentle squeeze. He finally looked at you, going out of the trace he was in, and saw your beautiful face laced with concern. He felt your hand going up and down his arm, caressing him in order to bring comfort.
âDid I?â He managed to choke out and hugged you to his chest, craving the closeness, not wanting you to see his slightly glistening eyes. He feared that the darkness of the night would not be enough to cover them, the lights from the fun fair only exaggerating his sudden surge of emotions. âTheyâre perfect. Thank you.â You hugged his torso tightly, your arms going up and down his back. You knew him well enough to realize he got emotional, but you were smart enough to let him savor his feelings in peace. If he was not comfortable showing you his tears, you had to understand itâthe knowledge of how much it meant to him already warming your heart.
âAnything for you, Sylus.â You repeated the same thing he said to you earlier, and he picked you up, still hugging you to himself, his face finding coverage in the crook of your neck.
âSly little thing.â He whispered and pressed a kiss there, drinking in the sound of your laugh and melting under the touch of your fingers, which stroked his hair affectionately.
Oh, how he couldnât wait to finally be yours completely.
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Mesmerizing.
You, dancing in his room at two p.m to the new vinyl he bought, your hair down, arms up. Your eyes were closed and there was a small, relaxed smile playing on your lips, that seemed to grow bigger with each sway of your hips. You decided to wear the nightgown he got you some time ago, white lace caressing your body with a gentle flow of the shiny fabric.
He couldnât breathe. All air sucked out of his lungs the moment he turned around and saw you swaying to the music he picked out. A surge of want so intense came over him that he was afraid to move even an inchâhis body on fire, his mind filled with the visions of you, thoughts of you, and what you could be reduced to, enriched with under the touch of his hands.
If only he wasnât a coward.
âWill you join me?â you said over your shoulder, opening your eyes slightly, and you mustâve seen something unusual in his eyes, because your movements slowed down and a furrow appeared between your brows. He wanted to kiss it off instantly. âSy?â
You were so precious and delicate, a perfect opposite of his harsh exterior and even more barbaric interior. He waited so long, restrained himself for so much time, waiting for you to move firstânow, standing before you, the thought that you wanted him this way too pierced a hole in his heart and filled it with fear.
âForgive me. I cannot.â he answered, his voice coming out with a slight growl, that he couldnât contain anymore. He inhaled deeply and gritted his teeth, hoping that he was at least successful in not making his eye glow, his Evol suddenly unstable. He didnât want to know your desires, not when they were visible so clearly on your face nowâopenness and anticipation, ever since you went back from your date.
He hoped that shower would be able to calm you down, even though the warm and steady stream of the water didnât manage to help him this time around.
He was losing his composure and he was losing it fast. Weeks of this insatiable hunger, unrelenting need and dripping tension did that to him. He knew he was fighting a losing battle ever since he laid his eyes on you today, looking so cozy in your oversized sweater, filling the air around him with your intoxicating scent.
He was ready to devour you months ago, the buildup straining his muscles now, making him restless. He was a gonerâone wrong move and his previous patience and willingness for you to take the lead reducing to vapor.
âWhy? We always dance together to your vinyls, especially the new ones.â Your movements faltered to a stop, your magnificent face turned to him, with an expression so honest it made his heart clench painfully.
He thought of all the times you danced under the moonlight, soft notes of his favorite music floating through the air, your bodies moving to the rhythm, sometimes gracefully, some other times not so much. The feelings overwhelmed him even more drastically, his eyes closing for a moment.
It was enough time for you to close the distance, and soon he felt your cold hand pressing against his cheek, swiping the flesh with your thumb. He squeezed his eyelids shut tighter, the touch making his soul burn. You took his head in both of your hands, lowering it to face you.
âSylus, talk to me.â you said, tone worried. He could feel you standing on your tiptoes, wanting to bring your face closer to his. His body almost shaking with the need to hold you. âYouâre acting very unusual today. Is something wrong?â He exhaled the air he didnât know he was holding and opened his eyes. Your face was so close that he could see the shadow your eyelashes cast on your cheeks. He could feel your breath, warm and inviting.
âI canât touch you now,â he managed to utter, his hands at his sides, struck in cruel stillness. He locked his eyes with yours, filled with worry and a comforting gentleness. You were always so gentle with him; it made him go insane. âBecause if I do, I wonât be able to hold back anymore.â
He saw the realization in the shift of your features as you fully grasped the meaning of his words. To his surprise, you took one of his hands in yours, and placed it on your cleavage, right over your beating heart, the rhythm beneath his palm fast but steady.
âThen donât. Why would you even want to hold back with me?â You answered, slightly breathless, a pleasurable tingling already setting deeply in your abdomen. You looked at his face, the redness of his cheeks nearly matching the color of his eyes, the look he gave you so desperate it turned your legs to cotton.
The sudden burst of happiness in your chest almost made you tremble, you had waited so long for him to finally claim you as his, and it seemed he had finally reached his limit.
âI donâtââ He stumbled upon his words; a reaction so different from his usual self-confident demeanor it made you crave to uncover more versions of him. All versions of him, every single one he was willing to show you. âI canât help but fear that I will hurt you. You are so soft, so breakable, it makes me nervous. Arenât you scared of me? OfâOf what I could do, to you?â The confession slipping out of him, and he grabbed your wrist in one hand, the other coming to rest on your back. He slowly brought you to him, pressing your bodies together. He heard your breath falter, and drank that sound in. Then donât â you had no idea what a hurricane you managed to stir inside him with just two simple words.
âSy. My sweet, caring gentleman.â He heard your answer, and felt your fingers caressing his under eyes gently, your eyes never leaving his. One of your fingers touched the wrinkle between his brows, smoothing the furrowed surface. âYou could never hurt me, even if you wanted to. Youâre so fixated on the knowledge what you can do, that youâre forgetting that youâve never even touched me hard enough to leave a bruise. No matter how much I wanted you to, sometimes.â
âYouââ
âIâm not scared of you, Sylus. I could never, and I will never be scared of you. Youâre the one with whom I feel the safest.â His hands started trembling, his patience thinning with every beautiful word from your lips. You were telling him things he didnât even know how desperately he wanted to hear. âAnd I want you. I want to finally feel you, all your roughness and sharp edges. I want all of it.â The sound of your breathing mingled with the soft tunes of the vinyl. The air thick with want.
Any second now, he could feel it in the shiver down his spine.
âAnd I want it now.â
Snap.
His resolve shattered as he pulled you into him, capturing your lips in a kiss so deep and desperate it left your legs trembling. He kissed you with raw intensity, his tongue exploring your mouth, drinking in every sound you made as his hands roamed your body, claiming every inch he could reach.
You felt him everywhere. Your thighs, hips, waist, your neck, hair and breastsâhe seemed to touch everything he was depriving himself of before. His hands huge, and although slightly rushed and trembling, still surprisingly gentle.
He lifted you up, your legs straining his waist and he laid you down on his bed, not breaking the kiss for even a second, your breath his breath, your lips water to quench his thirst.
His head was spinning, and when he finally opened his eyes the sight before him alone made him lose his mind.
You were sprawled under him, your hair a wild mess, your lips swollen from the abundance of his kisses. Your eyes glistened, the look in them so full of trust and love, love so visible it nearly broke him in half.
âYouâre exquisite. Irresistible. Ethereal.â The praises slipped out of his tongue before he could stop them. The last bit of control fleeting with the touch of your impatient fingers, unbuttoning his shirt, taking it off of him in a matter of seconds. He couldnât even find it in himself to tease you for your impatience, not when his brain already turned into mush after touching your bare skin. âYou look as if youâre coated in frosting. My sweet girl, my most delectable little sin.â His eyes focused on your white dress; his hands not brave enough to let it slip off of you yet. He already feared the man he would become upon seeing you fully bared before him.
âSylusââ
âItâs unholy. How much I want you.â His lips traced a path from beneath your ear down to your neck, finding their place on your collarbones. âHow much I need you. The greed unexplainable, insatiable no matter how close I get to you. Itâs not enough. It will never be enough.â His eyes met yours in a silent question and you nodded quickly in permission, gulping audibly, your eyes drooping. He let his hands travel up your legs, grazing your inner thighs, swiping through your hips, his palms tracing the lace of your panties, making the hair on his body raise. He then swiped through your waist and finally, finally his hands rested on your breasts, where you wanted them from the very beginning.
His breath hitched as he looked down your body, noticing how his touch had already lifted the fabric of your dress, baring your legs and stomach. His body shielded you from the chill in the air.
He squeezed your breasts gently, fondling them in his hands, a low groan escaping his lipsâthe same ones which couldnât resist kissing your belly, anywhere he could reach, not even thinking about stopping his sensual kneading. It baffled him, how soft you were, how pliant under his touch. His hands, although taking so much of the space on your body didnât seem to make you nervous at allâevery single one of his touches you accepted with soft sights, low whines and a bitten lip. You trusted him, and he was drunk on that trust, wanted more, needed to see how far it could take him.
It quickly appeared that there was no limit to the things he could do to you, your whispers not only appreciative, but also encouraging. The uncontrollable thrusts of his hips against the duvet bordered on painful, the knowledge that he would have you in mere minutes making him unbearably hard. But he accepted the friction, your comfort mattered to him the most, and he wanted to take care of you properly.
âSylus. Sylus, more, please.â He heard your silent plea, and caught your eyes in his, and thatâs when he decided it was a time for you to drop the dress. He helped you out of it then licked the goosebumps forming between your breasts, each tiny dot on your skin making him awfully aware that this was it. Your beautiful form, completely bare, just for him to see, to worship.
âMy little gem.â He breathed out, his eyes drinking in your body, committing to his memory every dip and curve. âMy treasure.â He nearly growled, his mouth attached to your breast, licking and sucking on your nipple, moaning in the process. He wanted to devour you whole, to not leave a patch of skin untouched by his mouth. He thrived in the way you took hold of his head, your hands messing up his hair, caressing it when his tongue worshipped your breasts and nipples, drowning in their softness. He found his safe place.
âOh God IâI feel like Iâm floating, please donât stop.â He heard you breathe out, your chest heaving, your legs closing in an attempt to relieve the tension building inside you. âYouâre so good. So, so, so good, Sy.â He released one of your nipples with a pop, and stored the visual of your skin glistening with his saliva for later. He basked in your praise and pushed himself down, knowing exactly what he wanted to do next.
âYes? You want it, kitten? Say you do. Please. I need you to say it.â His voice groggy, laced with yearning so tangible it made your body shiver.
âYes. Yes, I do. Please, Sy. I waited so long for you.â Your words made his head spin, a smile spreading on his lips not flirtatious at all, just pure joy and contentment. He kissed your stomach and his hands once again swiped through your whole body. He raised on his forearms and caged your head between his arms, and then pressed a long, deep kiss on your mouth which quickly turned into another wave of heavy kisses. He wasnât hungry anymore.
He was ravenous.
âI need to prepare you first, sweetie.â He said to your mouth, his words immediately swallowed by your perfect lips. You whimpered and his grip on your arm tightened involuntarily, his hand playing with your hair. âI need to take my time with you, otherwise I wonât be able to fit. Youâre so tiny it scares me.â You nodded into the kiss and he smiled at you gently, and after pressing a kiss to your forehead, he went down.
And when he finally widened your legs, his mouth was on you instantly, making you moan, your legs clasping on his head reflexively. He grunted into your core, licking and sucking skillfully, guided entirely by pure need and his own instincts.
âYou taste so sweet.â It wasnât long before your legs were trembling and his fingers joined his mouth in an attempt to open you up a little more, to prepare you for whatâs to come. âYouâre dripping because of me.â He chuckled softly but deeply, chest filled with pride, and he licked your core once again, sucking at the sensitive bud. What he didnât expect was when he managed to fit one finger inside you, angling it upwards, your back suddenly raised from the bed, hands reaching to his chest, delicately pushing him away. A drowned-out cry escaped your lips, the wetness between your tights increased, your plushy walls fluttered around his finger.
He made you come, and he instantly got addicted to it.
âYes. Yes. Just like that, beautifulâFuck.â With a swear word on his lips he wasted no time in slurping up your spent, his fingers from one, going up to two, then three. And when the only thing he could hear were your moans and whimpers, the taste of you imprinted on his tongue, the slide of his fingers smooth and slickâhe realized that you were ready for him.
He slowly withdrew from your pussy, pressing one last lingering kiss to your clit. As his fingers slipped out of you, he finally let himself to catch more than a glimpse of your face.
And it shattered him, how utterly ruined you looked. All flushed and heaving, skin glistening with sweat, eyes shining, filled with unshed tears.
He did that to you, and he couldnât be more proud of himself. He licked his fingers clean, savoring your taste, then he pulled you into an embrace, his arms wrapping around your whole body. Your head dropped on his bicep; your breath labored.
âYou okay, kitten?â He asked gently, ignoring his painful erection, still stranded in the stiff fabric of his pants. His head pressed to your neck, and he inhaled the scent, licking off the droplets of sweat in the process. He couldnât get enough.
âYes. More than okay.â You answered, and he felt your hand wandering, trying to unbuckle his belt. His chest squeezed. âNeed you now. Please, SylusâŠâ
âYou donât have to beg. Iâll gladly give you my everything. All of me.â His hands left your body for a moment, swiftly taking off his pants, his mouth now kissing your cheeks and nose.
âI want to taste you, too.â You whispered to him shyly, and he grunted, closing his eyes, begging every deity to give him more patience. How he would love for your little mouth to envelop him, but he knew that the sight alone would be enough to make him undone.
âNext time, okay, sweetie? I cannot wait to be inside you.â You giggled and nodded, pressing a kiss to his nose, stroking his hair gently.
He shivered and hissed when he took off his underwear, letting himself out in the open. He was so hard it hurt, his hand going up and down his erection in an attempt to reduce the tension, even though he knew that the only one who could truly satisfy him was you.
âOh my god.â He heard your gasp, and noticed that you were looking at him, his body fully exposed, his cock heavy in his hand. âSylusâ Sy, it wonât fit. Thereâs no way thatââ He silenced you with a kiss, and swiped his hand through your core, gathering the slick and spreading it on his member. The smooth glide felt so good he lost himself in the feeling for a second, his tongue licking into your mouth, swallowing your gasps.
âShhh, I made sure to prepare you as well as I could. And I wonât hurt you, you said so yourself.â He said the last sentence into your lips, once again pressing a long kiss there. Then he kissed your cheek, and breathed hard against your neck, his one hand wrapped around your waist, holding you closer to him, and the other stroked his cock, guiding it to your entrance. When the tip touched you, he gritted his teeth and you gasped, the first contact electric. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers playing nervously with the hair at his nape.
He breathed heavily; the tip of his cock aligned perfectly with your entrance. âYou can take it; you were made for me. I will make it fit.â He let go of your waist and grabbed one of your hands in his, kissing your knuckles and smiling gently at you, the anticipation making his body shake. âJust relax for me, will you? Can you do that, kitten?â You nodded and exhaled slowly, some tension getting out of your body. He pressed one last kiss to your forehead and intertwined your fingers with his.
âClose your eyes. I want you to feel me.â
âNo. I need to see you, Sy. Donât make me look away.â He chuckled and pressed his forehead against yours in a silent acceptance. He never wanted to take his eyes away from you too, your desires matching perfectly.
You were his soulmate, after all.
He pressed his erection to your opening and started to slip in, gently, unhurriedly, despite the desire to take you in one thrust of his hips. You opened your mouth in a painful moan, squeezing his hand, panic visible in your eyes. He hated that he was bringing you pain, but knew that it was inevitable, he saw how wide he was stretching you out. âItâs okay, sweetheart. Easy. Youâre doing so goodâŠâ He breathed out, his hand leaving his cock to hold your hip, the other going up and down your body in a comforting caress. âTaking me so well...â His voice hoarse, sweat dripping from his forehead from the strain of keeping himself under control. He managed to put the tip in, your pussy squeezing him, your heat making him shiver, the sensation the most pleasurable he ever felt. He closed his eyes for a second, trying to calm himself down.
âIt hurts, it reallyâit really hurts.â You whispered and he grunted, feeling you squeeze him harder, his length sliding into you deeper. He opened his eyes and lowered his body to get closer to your face, and placed a kiss between your eyebrows.
âI know, love. If you want to me stopââ He couldnât recognize his voice anymore.
âNo. Never. Please.â You kissed his brow, and send him a small smile. âIâI can take it. I was made for you, yeah?â
He huffed out a laugh, a whimper finding a way out at the same time.
âYou were. Mmhm. Good.â He slipped in further, his mouth opening wider. âGood girl. Just a little more.â And before he managed to stop the shivering of his body, he burrowed himself in your tight heat almost to the brim. You were not able to take all of him in yet, but it was nearly a perfect fit, the sight of you wrapped around him made him see red, a low moan slipping out of him, your whimpers the most magnificent tune he ever heard.
âIâm going to move now.â He said and you moaned, your head nodding frantically.
He started thrusting inside you, and he felt as if fireworks exploded inside him, the desire burning brightly, need finally calming down, his mind completely at ease. Your moans, whimpers, cute little âah,ah,ahâsâ making his whole body shiver, a smile finding its way onto his swollen lips. You felt so good below him, your warmth enveloping him fully, and he started to question if he truly was worthy of such a blessing.
He didnât care anymore. He had you, you wanted him and that was all that mattered now.
âYouâre so. fucking. tight. God.â He started moving faster to the accompaniment of your small encouragements, his hand holding onto yours. And when your legs wrapped around his hips, bringing him closer to you, he was gone.
He grabbed your waist and lifted up your butt, the pace and force of his thrusts intensifying, his grunts leaving his mouth freely, silent praises slipping from his lips every now and then. He couldnât stop now. Didnât want to stop.
âI wantâI want to stay inside you forever. I feelâAhâMmâlike Iâm melting.â He moaned and you felt his mouth on your body, kissing every patch of skin he was able to reach. You kept breathing out soft, quiet moans, tears filling your vision. âSo cute.â
You felt so good, the stretch now pleasurable, your body accepting him fully, every thrust welcome, each one anticipated.
And he could see that so clearly on your face, his mind calming, knowing that he was able to bring you pleasure. It made him feel better too, your lovely expressions making his blood pump faster, his hips thrust deeper, just to see and hear more tokens of your delight. He was addicted to you and your reactions, to the way you sang his name, the way your skin tasted and eyes glistened every time he managed to catch eye contact.
Time quickly went by when you were losing yourselves in each other. The positions changed constantly, Sylus looking for and finding new ways to tip you over the edge, making sure you were completely satisfied. You encouraged him to leave some marks on you, and you made sure to repay the sentiment, scratching his back with your nails, and pressing hickies on his chestâhe already wished for the marks to stay there forever, and you assured him that youâll stay instead, making him jump on you once again, burying his head in your shoulder.
âSay my name, kitten. KeepâKeep saying my name.â He grunted, his hips unrelenting, your bodies soaked, your own so tired that he had to hold it in his arm for you to not slip off the bed. He kept thrusting inside you from behind, his lips pressing gentle kisses on your neck and shoulder, his movements deep and sensual, pleasure overwhelming. You granted his wish, your voice hoarse and quiet.
You were going at it for hours now, yet he still hasnât come.
Not because he couldnât, but because every time he was close, he was slipping out of you, his eyes squeezing shut, a hand gripping himself at the base.
He didnât want the night to end, refused to let you go, savored the feeling of being buried deep inside you, not knowing where you ended and he began.
âSyâMmmâSylusâAh.â The words failed you, your mind filled only with pleasure and thoughts of him. You were so tired and yet he made you feel so good you wanted to stay in his arms forever. âTheâAhâThe sun is rising.â
He nuzzled into your cheek, his thrusts slowing down, quiet grunts leaving his lips. He sounded wrecked.
âI know, love. You look so wonderful in this light.â He kissed your cheek and glued himself off of you, leaving your body cold and shivering. In the next second, he manhandled you onto your back again, facing him. Your hands immediately flew to cover your face, fearing how completely ruined you must have looked after so much time making love and so many orgasms ripped out of you.
âNoâMmhâDonât hide yourself from me.â He grunted, and took your hands in his gently, revealing the beautiful mess he managed to make of you. Your face covered in tears, cheeks flushed and lips so swollen it only made him want to kiss them some more. So he did. âNever hide yourself from me, dove. Hold me.â He kissed the palms of your hands and put them on his neck, your arms going to hold him closer. He huffed out a weak laugh, his thrusts not stopping even for a second. You felt his huge hands caressing your thighs and you moaned softly. âGod, Iâm sorry, kitten, I just canât stopâIââ
âItâs okay, SâSylus. AhâI wonât run away.â You pulled his head closer and kissed his lips softly. His hands encircled your waist, drawing your body closer to him, the hair on his forehead brushing against your chest. Your eyes met his and he seemed to calm slightly, your gaze soothing the flame inside him.
âI love you. Iââ You suddenly confessed, a single tear slipping down your cheek. His breath faltered, ruby eyes widening, your words shaking his world completely. âI love you, Sylus. So much. I love you so intensely it scares me, IâAhââ A moan was ripped from you when he suddenly picked up the pace, the sweat from his forehead landing between your breasts. Another happy tear slipped from your eye, and if you had enough energy to keep your eyes open, youâd see that he was teary-eyed too. His hands grabbed your head, turning it up so he could look straight into your eyesâhis own burning with desire and unspoken devotion. He needed to hear you say the words once more, but before he could start pleading for it, you managed to read his mind.
âI love you, Sylus.â
And those words were what finally made him shatter.
He came, so violently he nearly blacked out, his whole body trembling, and movements faltering, his cock buried inside you the deepest he could go. He released grunt after grunt, his arms holding you tight to him, your soft sighs only seemed to prolong his fall. He nuzzled his face up against your neck, then cheek, his lips touching your skin, unable to press more kisses due to the uncontrollable moans coming out of his mouth.
âF-Fuckââ He managed to choke out and you tried to calm your heavy breathing, focused on his cum filling you up, so much that you could already feel it spilling out. You whined and brought your hands to his waist, holding him close, and you came one last time too, your pussy squeezing him even tighter, ripping a short cry out of him. Goosebumps spread around your body from the pleasure and you went pliant in his arms, letting your sore muscles finally rest against the soft sheets.
Sylus relaxed a few moments later, his sweaty body collapsing on top of you, mindful not to put his full weight on you. His hot, heavy breath still warmed your neck, your hearts beating rapidly against each other, showing no signs of calming anytime soon. He managed to turn onto his side, his arms still wrapped around you, taking your body with him.
You were held in a wet, yet warm embrace, his arms protecting you from the cold morning air, your bodies still connected. The silence that ascended upon you comfortable and desired after so much time of intense workoutâboth throats roughed up and in need of hydration.
âSylus, Iââ You started saying, your voice a rough whisper, your head raising to meet his gaze, surprised that his crimson eyes were already studying you. He put one of his hands on the back of your head, his fingers playing with your hair ever so gently.
His gaze so intense you started to turn your head away, but he gently brought it back to him. He didnât have to open his mouth for you to understand what he was feelingâthe emotion in his eyes unmistakable.
âI love you, too.â He breathed out, his hand going up to your cheek, stroking it with the back of his fingers. His hand was cold and served as a delightful compress for your burning face. âI love you more than any words could ever express.â
He reminded you of a statue under this warm, morning light, his body perfectly sculpted. The only source of color were his cheeks, blaring red, nearly matching the color of his sparkling eyes. His wet hair still bearing the paths carved by your fingers, his lips kissed and twitching, fighting off a smile, which threatened to form when he realized how intensely you were observing him.
âMy home is your home, my heart is your heart. Every breath Iâve been taking ever since I met you had already been yours â the day you tell me to cease, I will gladly do so.â He continued, his breath slowly calming down, one of your hands going to stroke his chest.
âI will never tell you to cease, you little dramatic fool.â You answered playfully, blinking away your tears, your hand going to rest on his warm cheek, his face immediately nuzzling into your palm. âIf anything, I would curse you to live forever. Soundly and happily, by my side.â A soft laugh came out of his lips; a start of a smile that overtook his entire face, lightening up his features, showing off his small sharp canines.
âBy your side...â He repeated, his voice possessing a dream-like quality, a smirk still visible. He swiped his hand over your body: from your shoulder, through your waist, down to your hip, and then back up. His touch soothing as always. âA curse has never sounded so sweet, my little dove.â He closed his eyes, and a sigh escaped his lips. The happiness spread through his body so intensely, that he thought he was going to burst.
Live forever, by your side. There was no other place in the entire universe where he would rather be.
He felt you squirming, a crease appearing between your brows, your hand squeezing his bicep. He hissed, feeling you squeeze him down there too, his cock still buried deep inside you, your plush walls a place he never wanted to leave. However, he knew that after so much time and so many orgasms you needed a break, your body sensitive and in need of extensive pampering. Good thing he adored spoiling you with affection.
âIâm going to pull out now, okay sweetheart?â You nodded your head, a small smile on your lips. You were just too adorable. âAnd then Iâll put you in a warm bath, order your favorite meal and change the sheets. Any objections?â
âNone at all.â He switched your position so that he was once again on top of you, and he gently pulled out, a grunt leaving his lips at the loss of the comfortable fit. You whimpered when his cum started flowing out of you freely, and he couldnât look away, the sight making the desire in him burn once more. He stopped himself before he started showing the cum back inside you. âWill you join me in the bath too?â He looked at your face, covered in the warm sunlight, the sight making him breathless.
âI would love to, if thatâs what you want.â He hugged you to himself one more time, his body covering yours completely, his face finding refuge in the crook of your neck. He grazed the delicate skin with his teeth, then pressed his lips to your pulse, his tongue picking out to lick at your salty skin. âI love you.â He whispered into your neck, basking in the feeling of your heartbeat beneath his lips. âI love you, Y/N. Thank you for showing me what love feels like. Thank you for accepting me.â His breath started going out labored, the intensity of the emotion too big for his body.
âThank you, for letting me love you. You are the best thing that happened to me, Sylus. I hope you know that.â Your kiss to his temple and your hands caressing his back felt like a blessing, your bodies connected in a soul-crushing hug his own private oasis. Never in his life had he experienced such a moment of total tranquility; only you were capable of bringing him peace.
He never wanted to let you go, and he didnât have to. No other thought filled him with so much joy. You were his, just as much as he was yours. An ideal exchange of souls.
âI do.â He breathed out, and looked into your loving eyes once again. You smiled at him, and he felt his breath being punched out of him, his ruby eyes fluttering. He shook his head and reciprocated the smile, which quickly turned into a full laugh, your bodies shaking, hearts beating in unison. âI truly do.â
Your lips found his in a kiss that tasted like a promiseâof a hand to hold, body to warm up to, and a heart that beat for one another. In every life, every universe, and in every space and timeânow, and forevermore.
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âSo, which one finally did it?â You asked him nonchalantly, when you were both freshly washed up, lying on the new, pleasurably chilly sheets, basking in the afternoon sunlight. Too exhausted to raise, too happy to fall asleep after the whole night of making love.
His head on your chest stirred slightly, a confusion slowly overtaking his features.
âHmm?â He opened his eyes, but he didnât find it in himself to raise. His arms holding your body close to his, tightening their hold, a signal he hoped would make you continue the caress of his back with your fingers.
Your skin bared a fragrance of his soap and his skin, and he felt drunk ever since he noticed it.
âThe workout outfit a size too small? Or those jeans at the funfair?â You continued, and his mind started to connect the dots. His eyes widened. âI knew that I would be sticking my ass out a lot that day so I made sure they were extra tight.â He heard you giggle and raised his head immediately, his gaze falling on yours.
âYouââ
âWhat? You were making me wait forever! And donât get me wrongâŠâ You cupped his cheek, and he was rendered speechless. The whole time he was fighting for his sanity, trying to wait for you, restraining himself from taking you on the nearest piece of furniture â You were riling him up on purpose? âI love that you are a gentleman, and the princess treatment is really nice too, but I just couldnât wait to have you ravish me, you know? Your girl has needs.â
He was going completely insane. He let out a hearty laugh, and shook his head in disbelief. It seemed that he underestimated you again, forgot that your desires and needs matched his almost perfectly.
And he shouldâve known that the workout clothes were a bit too revealing for your liking. Fuck, he shouldâve known.
âAnd it seems my girl is a sly little vixen.â His voice laced with humor, a smile still visible, head impossibly light. He hummed, and kissed a smile off of your plump lips, then your neck, shoulders and chest. You started trembling, and the smile he sent you this time made him look as if he was a wolf studying his pray. You gulped audibly. âWell then, if you decided to manipulate me, then I think you are ready to suffer the consequences.â His kisses reached your breasts, and he took one perky nipple into his mouth, sucking passionately. His other hand grabbed at the other boob, kneading the flesh languidly.
âBut itâs already bright outside, shouldnât weââ A press of his finger on your lips hushed you, and his eyes met yours, his lips still circled around your delicate nipple. With a snap of his fingers the curtains covered the windows, cutting of the only source of light. Darkness enveloped you, making the press of his body on yours even more intimate. Your body was still on fire after the hours of tangling in sheets, every part of you sensitive and tingling under his skilled hands.
âAh, ah. Youâre trembling. Why is that, I wonder?â You heard his voice closer to your ear, and when your eyes got used to the darkness, you saw his eyes filled with mirth and something primal. His hands went slowly up your tights, their destination obvious. âI had no idea that my kitten was that starved. Now I canât possibly leave her unsatisfied, can I?â
You felt his hands touch your warmest spot, and you let fireworks overtake you once more, your spine twisting to get closer to him. He tasted the skin on your chest again, and went down with his kisses, leaving a happy, wet trial in its wake. He raised suddenly, kissing you on the lips.
âAnd what about the zipper?â He asked absentmindedly into your lips, remembering the situation that nearly made him lose his mind couple of weeks ago.
âWhat zipper?â Your confusion truthful, your squeal loud when he suddenly plopped motionless on top of you, a sigh of exasperation leaving his mouth.
It seems that loving you was the beginning of his end, after all.
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â â ê synopsis: it shouldâve been just like any other auction youâd attended with sylus - get in, gather information, and get out - but an unfortunate run-in with another organizationâs leader leads to a very⊠sticky situation.
â ê pairing: sylus x reader (reader is technically MC, so they are described femininely and use feminine pronouns)
â ê tags/warnings: strong language, dr*gging, aphrodisiacs, (f)masturbation, fingering, oral (f receiving), sylus being a consent king (âËáșË)
âê author's note: another lads fic Iâve been sitting on for months bc I wasnât sure if it was good enough to post but when I tell u the urge to write sylus smut is so strong at all times, esp to push the munch!sylus agenda ⊠so I went ahead and finished this one and left it on a lil bit of a cliffhanger for shits and gigs (âΔââ) just know sylus had her up until DAWN, bro is trying to give himself lockjaw I swear
18+ ONLY under the cut!! I mean it!!
You tug at the tight crimson silk bound around your midsection, adjusting the almost too low neckline and the high slit that stopped just at the top of your thigh every few minutes to avoid a malfunction.
You recall Sylusâ words from months prior when you attended that first auction with him.
No one can stay wary when thereâs a beauty walking around.
His flattery almost always held motive behind itâ his intentions were clear with his choice of dress to adorn you in, and all you could do was grin and bear it as dozens of the N109 Zoneâs most affluent gawked at you as you meandered around the lavish ballroom while Sylus was off doing god knows what.
âMiss, would you care for a glass of wine?â A waiter with a bright smile appears seemingly out of nowhere, a golden tray held before him with one single wine glass in the center.
You eyeball the glass for a moment, your better judgment scolding you for considering it, before shaking your head.
âNo, thank you.â You smile politely, turning to walk away before the waiter clears his throat.
âAre you sure? Itâs compliments of that gentleman over there,â he points toward a tall man looming in the corner, indolently leant against the wall and watching with a sly smirk on his face.
You squint at him, mentally searching your mind for any trace of him only to come up blank. Your eyes darted between the glass and the man, something telling you it would be wise to accept the drink in case it could start a conversation with a potential person of interest.
You feign a thankful smile, grabbing the glass by its delicate stem and swirling it slightly to subtly check for any tampering.
âThank you.â You coo to the waiter as he dashes off, bringing the edge of the glass up to your nose to sniff it.
Unable to detect any smell or visible alterations to the dark red liquid, you sample a tiny sip, glancing at the man out of the corner of your eye as you do.
A deep and husky voice chimes through the earpiece Sylus had given you earlier, instructing you to keep it on at all times. So he can eavesdrop on me, you think to yourself.
âMiss Hunter drinking on the job? What a little rebel.â
You roll your eyes, now certain that Sylus was watching you somehow. Your eyes scan the higher parts of the room for Mephisto, but find no sign of the mechanical crow or the pompous man he answered to.
âWasnât this part of your plan? I stay down here and dangle myself like a piece of meat over a lion enclosure and hope someone bites while you get to do all the actual work? Well, someone has finally bitten. You should be thrilled.â
He chuckles lowly, and you tune your ears to try to listen for him somewhere in the room, but his voice remains secluded only to your left ear.
âAre you not having fun playing pretend?â Underneath the slight amusement, thereâs a hint of genuine concern in his voice that catches you off guard.
A loud scoff tumbles from your lips, forgetting yourself for a moment before quickly covering it with a cough. âAre you actually making any progress, or are you too busy watching me? Is your faith in me so little?â You huff in retort, annoyance clear in your voice despite the deceiving little smile that remained on your face.
âHard not to look at you right now, kitten. Red is your color.â
Heat rises to your cheeks, reminding you that you really were little more than a lamb primed for slaughter standing in a room full of hungry wolvesâ one of them being your escort.
A gruff sigh reaches your ears, his voice almost sympathetic as he speaks again before the line cuts off.
âIâll be done soon. Hold tight.â
Before you can even attempt to reach out to him again, you notice a dark figure approaching out of the corner of your eye. You silently curse to yourself.
Sylus, you better hurry the fuck up.
âRed is your color, angel.â The man whoâd sent the wine coos, peering at you from behind a pair of dark sunglasses that seemed out of place in the dim lighting of the room.
Somehow, you manage not to audibly scoff once again, biting down on your tongue as you offer him a sanguine simper from behind the glass as it perches on your lower lip.
âSo Iâve been told. Thank you,â you deadpan, raising the glass to him, your dark burgundy nails tinking against the side, perfectly matching the color of the liquid inside.
He smirks, a mouth full of impossibly perfect pearly white teeth on display, his sharp canines peeking over his lip. âDonât mention it, doll. Strange to see a pretty thing like you standing alone. Did you lose your escort?â
Misogynistic prick.
âI escorted myself.â You lie, your tone harsh as you respond sharply, unable to contain the bite in it at his presumptiveness.
âForgetting about me already, sweetie?â Sylusâ voice is in your ear again, and it takes everything in you to fight the urge to rip the device out of your ear and stomp on it.
How you manage to be surrounded by the most insufferable men constantly is truly astounding.
âWell, it must be my lucky day then. How about a dance then, MissâŠ?â The man purrs, holding his hand out in offering.
Your eyes scan him once again, trying your hardest to search your memory for anything of note that could help identify him.
He was handsomeâ he looked like he had been torn straight out of an issue of a fashion magazine in his perfectly tailored gray suit and his lean physique. He was tall, but still not quite as towering as Sylus. He could almost appear as Sylusâ perfect negative, draped in lighter tones contrasted by his immaculately styled raven hair. He certainly had the ego to rival that of the leader of the fearsome Onychinus, but likely lacked the merit for it.
âDonât waste your time. Iâm wrapping up now.â Sylus rasps in your ear, an uncharacteristic tone of urgency in his voice as the words fly out of his mouth in rapid succession.
A devilish smirk tugs at the corners of your painted lips, deciding to give him a bit of hell as payback for leaving you out here like chum in shark infested waters.
âVale,â you grinned coyly as you offered the fake name, knowing better than to give your real identity away, placing your hand delicately in his outstretched one. âAnd you areâŠ?â
He offers yet another captivating smile before bringing the back of your gloved hand up to his lips. âFawkes. Pleasure to meet you, Miss Vale.â
Fawkes. Where have you heard that name before?
âShit. You didnât drink any more of the wine, did you?â Sylus asks, his prior tone of urgency now topped with noticeable concern. âIâll be there soon. Hold on, kitten.â
Your brows furrow, a pit forming in your stomach as the pieces fall into place and you suddenly understand the situation youâd gotten yourself into.
Youâd only taken a sip, so the haze was manageable as it came on, but still enough to cause your eyelids to feel heavier than they should. You manage to maintain your composure as he leads you around the room, one cold hand wrapped around your waist, his fingertips digging into the bare skin of your exposed back, nails slightly digging into the flesh as if they were clawed talons perched atop a piece of carrion.
He watches you expectantlyâ you could feel his eyes on you even behind his dark glasses.
âFeeling alright, Miss Vale?â He dips his head low enough to bring his mouth close to your ear, his voice sending an unpleasant chill down your spine.
You feign a smile, coyly placing a hand against his lapel.
âPeachy keen. Thank you for asking,â you reply simply, attempting to subtly scan the room for any sign of Sylus.
The smirk on the towering manâs face sent a wave of nausea through you as the possibilities of his intentions with drugging the drink swirled in your mindâ had he seen you enter with Sylus? Or worse⊠Did he know who you were, and did he know about the Aether Core?
Dreary eyes sweep the dance floor once more as he guides you into a graceful turn, your dress swishing across the marble tiles. No sign of Sylus still, and the pounding in your skull was only getting worseâŠ
Not to mention, the⊠other effects that had started to set in, that you were trying with all of your might to ignore.
âAre you sure youâre well, doll? Youâre looking a little⊠feverish. Perhaps you should lie down for a bit,â he offers coolly, as if he were an actor performing his lines for the millionth time. Your blood boils at the thought.
You shake your head, keeping an iron grip on your composure.
Any second now, Sylus will swoop in. He always does. Heâs so handsome, and strong, and big⊠I wonder ifâ
Oh god, snap out of it!
âIâm fine. Itâs just been a long day, sâall,â you slightly slur, mentally cursing yourself for losing control of your words while still trying to reign in your bodily functions and your mind that you were rapidly losing control of. Your eyes sweep the room once again, the room beginning to feel as though it were in rotation before landing on the area where you knew the ladiesâ room to be. âI think I need to use the restroom.â
Just as you begin to pull away from his grasp, he reaches out once again, roughly yanking your body back against his and bringing his sinister grin close to your ear, his hot breath sending a shiver up your spine.
âBut we havenât finished our dance yet, doll,â His sickly sweet tone makes your skin crawl as his hands grip at your waist.
Just as you begin to worry that your fate has been sealed, you feel another much larger set of hands grabbing you by the waist and hauling you away. Sylusâ voice is low and gruff against your ear as he leans down to whisper to you. âAre you okay? Did he hurt you?â
The low timbre of his voice sends a wave of heat through you, pooling low as a bright flush washes across your face tinting it a rosy hue. You try not to look him in the eyes for fear that you may lose the last remains of control you cling to.
Before you can even attempt an answer, Sylus pushes you behind him, his large and looming body shielding you as you cling to his back, pressing against the warm fabric of his suit jacket as it drapes over his broad shoulders.
He always smells so goodâŠ
âAh, Mr. Sylus. Didnât anyone teach you itâs rude to steal another manâs dance partner without asking first?â You hear the manâs voice distantly as you feel Sylus tense against you.
âNot nearly as rude as drugging another manâs date, is it not?â He hisses, his tone sharp and full of venom as his hand reaches behind his back to grip your arm protectively.
You recall earlier how youâd planned to make Sylus jealous out of spite, and the perverse part of your brain that had been wrenched out of hiding silently thank past-you for concocting such a brilliant planâ he is so hot when heâs like this.
Wait, what? Ugh, what did that asshole put in your drink?!
âQuite a big accusation to throw at a man with no actionable proof,â the man sounds amused, as if he were simply toying with his food. âWhether Iâve done such a thing or not, it would probably be wise to escort this lovely lady home. Iâll get to the bottom of this, donât you worry.â
Sylusâ jaw sets, his knuckles turning white at his side as he resists the burning sensation of his evol accumulating in his palm, the urge to send an angry mist of black and blood red to snap the manâs neck growing stronger with each passing second. He refrains, his demeanor calm and collected as he begins to lead you out of the ballroom.
As the two of you begin to pass the slightly shorter man, a hand reaches out to grip Sylusâ arm, halting him in his tracks.
What is said, you barely make out, every sound blurring together as the foggy haze makes itself at home in your unsober mind, but you could piece things together to discern what you thought was said.
âYou have a long night ahead of you, my friend.â
Huh. Strange.
âșâčâĄâŠââ
The silence in the car was deafeningâ or was it the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears? You couldnât tell anymore, the world was all a hazy blur of sounds and lights and spicy cinnamon cologne that seemed so much stronger when contained and concentrated within the stark leathery confines of this small space.
You sneak glances at Sylus, your legs instinctively clenching together as you notice the iron grip his large hands held on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white with the force of his menacing grip strength. You worried he might break the wheel entirely.
God, youâre going mad.
Especially when he looked like thatâ the way his muscles tensed and remained taut, his entire presence buzzing with an energy youâd only noticed when he would come to your rescue; a sort of protective, almost possessive aura that always made your heart skip a beat, but now it had your heart doing a full on marathon in your chest.
Typically, him speeding with you in the car might bother you, but you were too gone to care anymore. Your mind could not focus on anything but that stupid. Fucking. Cologne.
Was it the cologne, or was it just him?
âI have half a mind to go back and snap that manâs neck,â he breaks the silence, casually throwing the sentence out as if he were simply commenting on the weather. You knew he meant it, too. You swallow thickly.
Itâs just him. Good lord⊠youâre in trouble.
You remain silent, for fear that whatever comes out of your mouth might seal your own death sentence. Death by mortification.
Sylusâ head turns slightly to peek at you, his brows furrowed. âAre you alright?â
No. Nope. Not good.
âY-Yeah. All good.â You muster, the tremor in your voice evident and undeniable. You pinch your eyes shut, hoping he wonât press you any further.
âTch. Youâre a bad liar, even with drugs swimming through your system.â He chastises.
Before you can attempt a defensive retort, the car lurches to a sudden stop, and you realize you were already outside of his base.
âWeâre here.â
Just as your hands move to unbuckle your seatbelt, Sylus is already on the passenger side of the car, large hands making quick work of what your shaky, clammy ones likely wouldâve struggled with. Heat radiates off of him as he leans over you for that brief moment and you feel your body instinctively lean into him, leaning your head against his shoulder.
He freezes, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. âLetâs get you inside.â
You nod, your slightly damp forehead rubbing against the fabric of his shirt as you do. He pulls back, carmine irises scanning your face with a softer look than youâd ever seen him adorn.
His arm wraps around your back, the smooth, warm flesh of his forearm brushing against the exposed skin on your spine causing goosebumps to raise across your arms and your hair to stand on end. The smallest amount of skin-to-skin contact was already almost too much for you, and you jolted away from his touch.
Confused, he looks you over, thinking maybe heâd hurt you somehow. âDid I hurt you? Whatâs wrong?â
You stare back up at him, chest heaving as if youâd ran here yourself, cheeks glowing and a sheen of sweat glistening all over your body despite the bitter chill of the winter air.
This is insane, itâs like Iâm in heat! I have to get away from him before I do something stupidâŠ
Without another word, you muster up enough strength to push yourself out of the car and dash through the front door, beelining it to the room Sylus had set up for you when you ended up staying the night in the N109 Zone.
You breeze past Luke and Kieran, who both offer some sort of silly greeting that you couldnât be bothered to attempt to listen to this time, knowing you couldnât look anyone in the eye right now knowing that your body was like a loose cannon.
It should be over in a few hours, right?
âșâčâĄâŠââ
It had been much longer than a few hours.
At least it felt that way, for Sylus.
Sylus waited a bit before attempting to check on you, the familiar tug of worry in his chest that he only felt when you were hurt or in trouble persisting and making it hard not to fuss over you and make sure you were okay.
Not to mention, the last thing that wretched man said to him as he dragged you out of the venue echoed in his ears like a church bellâ You have a long night ahead of you, my friend.
Whatever that meant.
âBoss, we can go check on her if you want!â Luke offers, breaking Sylus out of his swirling thoughts.
âYeah! Donât even worry about it, weâll take care of her!â Kieran chimes in, stepping up behind Luke and peering at Sylus over his brotherâs shoulder.
A heavy sigh escapes Sylusâ chest, his thumb and index finger pinching the bridge of his nose.
âThat will not be necessary.â Is all he says before turning and disappearing down the hallway toward your room, restraining himself from telling the two of them off for even offering. The thought of anyone coming near you that wasnât him right now was making his skin crawl.
He tried not to rush through the extensive maze that was his main base to get to you, but he couldnât help but move swiftly knowing that you were unwell, much less that you were unwell due to his own negligence.
As he approached your bedroom door, he could very faintly hear a low string of odd noises on the other sideâ were you crying?
Worried, he pushes the door open slowly, and the scene he finds is not at all what heâd expected.
Silver moonlight pours in through the parted curtains near your bed, bathing your blushed and panting figure in a starry glow as your skin glistens, your legs parted with your hand buried between them, your forearm draped over your eyes as you bite down on the sheets in a feeble attempt to conceal the moans and whimpers escaping your throat.
Sylusâ throat goes dry, unsure whether he should leave or announce his presence, unable to tear his eyes away from your body writhing in the stark black silk sheets, a million and one terribly profane thoughts flooding his mind at the sight.
âS-Syâ ah!â You whine, muffled by the silk on your tongue, but audible just enough for him to hear, and just enough to snap the last few strands of restraint heâd been holding on to.
He crosses the room in two or three quick steps until he reaches the side of the bed, clearing his throat loudly to announce his presence.
You gasp, your eyes snapping open, scrambling to readjust your dress to cover yourself. âSylus! H-How long have you been s-standing there?!â
His ruby irises seemed so much darker as he looked you over, a low hum resounding in his chest. âLong enough.â
Your jaw goes slack, unsure what all he saw, or much worse, what heâd heard.
âI was justâ itâs because of theâ I wasnâtââ You clamor over yourself attempting to explain, your entire being feeling like you might fall apart at the seams due to both embarrassment, and the fact that youâd been seconds away from orgasm before the subject of your depraved fantasies so rudely and abruptly interrupted.
âI know, kitten. And if you had simply said something earlier, I couldâve helped you.â
Unsure if youâd heard him right, you look up at him, confused. âW-What?â
He chuckles lowly, his body lowering down to sit beside you on the bed, the mattress dipping below his weight as he scoots toward you.
âThe drugâ he gave you an aphrodisiac of some sort.â He explains, yet still expertly dodges your question.
âNo shit, Sylus!â You yell, exasperated, still on edge and aching from the current lack of stimulation. You squeeze your legs together to quell the throbbing between them, a whimper dropping from your lips as you do. You grab one of the pillows and shove your face into it, wishing this hellish ordeal would end.
Sylus grabs the pillow and pulls it back down to look you in the eyes once again, a glint of both mischief and lust in his eyes. âDonât hide from me, sweetie.â
âThis is a nightmare.â You groan, your eyes moving to focus on the ceiling and avoid his knowing gaze.
A hand comes up to push a few sweat slicked strands of hair off of your face, then a thumb presses your jaw back down, holding it tightly as he inches closer, his face only a few measly inches away from yours.
âMy offer to help still stands. If you want it, that is. But you have to give me a clear yes or no.â
Yes! Yes, please!
If you were hot before, you must be on fire now, your entire body feeling as if your blood had been replaced with magma. It took all of your strength to keep yourself from pouncing on him then and there, all rational and logical thought having left you the moment youâd entered this room.
âI need an answer, kitten.â He repeats, his hand sliding across the sheets, inching closer and closer to your thigh. You were practically trembling with need, each one of your muscles taut like a bowstring ready to send you whizzing through the air into his capable arms.
âFuck it.â You practically moan, launching yourself forward and colliding your lips with his in a heated, breathy, sloppy kiss that was all tongue and teeth and pure greed. Not only on your part, but on his as well.
He molds you to him instantly, strong arms wrapping around you and pulling you into his lap, one hand moving to grip the back of your thigh before travelling underneath your dress to get a handful of the plush flesh of your ass. You break away from the kiss, dazed and gasping for air, a string of saliva still connecting his mouth to yours.
âWas that a clear enough answer for you?â You breathe, your voice huskier than youâd ever known was possible for yourself.
âIâll let it slide this time,â he whispers against your lips as you reconnect them, taking the lead by pushing him backward so that he was laying and you hovered above him. You could feel your slick dripping down your thigh, the cool air hitting it and sending a chill through you. Youâd have likely been embarrassed in any other situation, but you had much more pressing matters in your mindâ such as Sylusâ clothed cock pressing against you as it strains against his too-tight slacks.
You sit back, unsteady hands trying desperately to release it from its confines, but a large hand captures yours and brings it up to press a kiss to the inside of your wrist.
âWhat an eager little kitten, Iâve got,â he purrs. âAs much as Iâd die to sink into you and never let you goâ I think now maybe isnât the best time.â
Ouch.
You werenât sure if it was the effects of the drugs still swimming in your system that made his rejection feel like a knife through your chest, or if it was something else, but thatâs exactly how it feltâ as if heâd grabbed your heart and stabbed it like it were a butchered piece of meat.
His eyes soften as he notices the look on your face, a hand moving to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing soothing circles under your eye. âTrust me, sweetie. I want to. More than anything, truly... But I want to do this when you want it for real, not because some deviant slipped a roofie in your drink.â
You remain silent, understanding his reasoning but wishing so badly you had a valid counterargument to against it, to beg and plead with him to just ravage you and not think twice about itâ but damn this man for being so⊠thoughtful. You couldnât possibly protest, even in your most addled state.
Taking note of your silence, he leans forward once again, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose.
âBesides, I want it to be special. I want to take my time with you,â His voice is low as he speaks, dripping with the promise of passion that only furthered your current dilemma. His eyes flick down to the spot beneath you on his pants where a dark, wet stain pooled, and he almost looks pained. âLetâs just get you through tonight first, hm?â
You sigh, beginning to climb off of him before he grips your hips, holding you in place. You raise a brow in confusion, only to be met with a lustful smirk. âI thought you saidââ
âI said no to sex, not no to everything,â He explains matter-of-factly.
In a swift movement, he flips the two of you over, softly tossing your back against the mattress, your hair splaying out around your head like a halo. Large hands move to grip the plush meat of your thighs, gently spreading your legs and pulling your skirt up to expose the mess youâd already made of yourself, your panties soaked and the insides of your thighs drenched in your slick.
He sucks in a sharp breath at the sight, a dangerous flicker of hunger flashing across his blood red eyes.
âPoor thing,â he tuts, his words like honey dripping from his tongue. âAlready so soakedâŠâ he grumbles more to himself as lays on his stomach, his face merely inches from your wet and waiting heat.
You canât help but already moan in anticipation, your body aching with the fiercest need youâd ever experienced, that ache only intensifying the more he teased you. âS-Sylus, pleaseâŠâ
He ignores you, his eyes locked on your panties that were now essentially see through, examining your body as if he was trying to memorize it and save it for later.
He hesitates for a moment before leaning forward, his hot breath ghosting over you, eyes heavily lidded and full of pure desire as he peers up at you. Just as you open your mouth to plead with him, a long digit swipes up the center of your folds, lightly flicking your clit and making you jolt, wrenching a surprised yelp out of you.
âAre you sure you want this? I can try to figure out something else to ease your symptoms ifââ
âSylus!â You basically yell over him, leaning up and placing your hands on his shoulders, gripping at them as if your life depended on it. It sure felt like it did at this point.
âI have fantasized about this long before tonight, so I swear to all that is holy if you do not eat me out right now, I might actually keel over and die,â you ramble quickly, the words tumbling out as if a dam had burst in your brain and now the things that you barely even admit to yourself were spilling out freely. But you couldnât care less at this point, youâd lost the ability to hours ago.
The words that leave your lips seem to shock both of you, an unreadable expression passing across his face before settling on something you could only describe with one word: primal.
He practically growls as he dives in, lapping hungrily at your still clothed cunt like a man starved. His voice vibrates against you, only furthering the sensation and nearly already overstimulating you. His arms wrap around your thighs, pulling you closer to him and fingers digging in and gripping them tight to prevent you from pulling awayâ not that youâd planned on it, anyways.
Your hand flies to his head, your fingers threading through his silver locks the way youâd wished you could dozens of times over. When your fingers find purchase, your nails scraping gently across his scalp, he groans loudly against your pussyâ and god, you may not last much longer if he keeps this up.
âYou are so,â he mutters into you, pausing to lick one long stripe from your entrance to your clit. âFucking divine.â He finishes, one arm releasing your thigh so he could hook a finger beneath the soiled cloth and slide it to the side, the cool air biting at your drenched cunt as he exposes it.
âFucking hell,â he murmurs to himself before diving in again, his tongue immediately finding your waiting hole, clenching and throbbing desperately around nothing.
Your back instantly arches off of the bed, a string of whiny, needy whimpers and curses filling the room amidst the profane squelching noises as he drinks you in as if you were the last drop of water in a burning hot desert.
He pistons his tongue in and out of you, using his still free hand to swipe against your neglected bud, shockwaves of pleasure wreaking havoc on your body and soul. You were already so close.
âS-SylusssâŠâ You mewl, bringing your hand up to bite down on your fist to muffle yourself. Sylus notices and quickly grips your wrist, yanking it away from your mouth.
âNo, no, kitten. I need to hear you. Donât hide from me,â he instructs, his voice a deep rumble akin to a purr against you. You lean up and nod at him with wide, teary eyes glazed over with pleasure. âBe good for me, wonât you?â
Good grief.
âSay it,â his voice is darker, more commanding. Your walls clamp down on the infuriating nothingness.
âIâll be good, Sylus, p-please, pleasepleaseplease,â you plead, your voice more wanton and needy than youâd ever heard it before. It almost didnât sound like you, if you hadnât felt it drip off of your own tongue.
He hums in approval, bringing a finger up to tease at your folds, gently massaging and gathering up your slick on the pad of it before prodding at your entrance.
âI know, kitten. Iâve got you.â He purls as one finger slowly inches in, and a feeling somewhere between relief and desperation floods your body. It wasnât enough, you needed more.
âMore, please, please, I needââ You were practically sobbing, and he hadnât even moved his hand yet.
âHmm⊠so greedy,â without warning, he curls his finger, prodding perfectly at that spongy spot that made your vision go white and lit your body on fire, while his thumb starts to rub slow teasing circles around your neglected clit. âIs that better?â
âYes! Just like thatâ Iâm gonna come, just like that!â You scream, your hand instinctively pushing against his head to pull him closer.
He chuckles, complying with your nonverbal queue and replacing his thumb with his mouth, sucking down harshly onto your throbbing clit, sending you careening into the hardest orgasm youâd ever felt in your life.
Wave after wave of pleasure wrecks your body, slamming into you for what felt like forever while Sylus continued to work you through it all, one hand moving to lace his fingers between yours to help ground you while the other slowly moved within your pulsing walls as you came down.
Your body slumps, your chest heaving and your mind reeling. Youâre still trapped in the haze of pleasure as Sylus pulls his finger out, placing one last lingering kiss to your over sensitive pussy before pulling away all together. You keen at the loss of his touch, already wanting more as he gazes up at you, chin glistening with the most pussy-drunk expression written across his features.
âFeel better?â He asks smugly, wiping his chin with the back of his hand and licking his lips, the burning embers of lust still flickering in his fiery eyes.
You want to say yes, but you know all too well that you could easily go for several more rounds and then some. You werenât sure if you were even still under the effects of the aphrodisiac drug anymore, or if you were just finally admitting to yourself what youâve known you wanted all along. This forbidden attraction to Sylus that had only grown the longer youâd spent time around him, the ache you felt to be closer to him anytime you went away or vice versaâ you couldnât deny it anymore, and that frightened you.
Sylus notes your silence, and chuckles, crawling over you until his hands are on either side of your head, his face hovering over yours. His breath smells strongly of you, and the thought makes your quivering legs clamp closed once again.
âWas that okay?â He asks, his eyes and voice softer than you think youâd ever heard from him, seeking reassurance.
Was that okay? You mock him in your head, your eyes flitting down to look at your disheveled dress, the sheen of sweat coating your skin, your heaving chest and not to mention the absolute disaster that was your lower half. Your eyes flit back to his, a wry smirk on your lips.
âIf I say no, will you try again?â You ask earnestly, despite it sounding like a joke.
Sylus chuckles, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth. âOnly if you ask nicely.â
ââč Synopsis: One misfire of another one of Philip's odd inventions and Sylus is aged back to a five-year-old bundle of chaos version of himself. But as you try to survive his oversized cuteness, you can't help but catch baby fever. When the antidote arrives, you're sure that you'll be rid of those thoughts. The only difference is that Sylus intends to make them real.
ââč Pairing:Â Bf! Sylus x Reader
ââč Content: Tooth-rotting fluff, baby fever, temporary age regression, written with female reader in mind, might die from the cute aggression you get from five-year-old Sylus, short and sweet, suggestive at the end, cheesy, kissing, pet names like kitten used.
ââč Word Count: 2.6k
ââč Now Playing: Honeypie by JAWNY
ââč Notes: Based on this request. I'm a bit late but as promised here it is. I felt like I was writing Feline Hexes all over again because the fluff surely measured up to that one. Had me rolling in the feels. Okay enough yapping, hope y'all enjoy it especially you bestie @sylusgirlie7 â„
You had accompanied Sylus to the Odd Workshop since you needed to have your hunter weapon modified anyway. Flashing a polite smile at Philip in greeting, you handed over your gun for him to begin his work. You took a seat nearby, exchanging idle conversation with Philip while keeping an eye on Sylus from your periphery as he wandered around the workshop, poking at things with curious fingers.
Once Philip completed the modification, you tested your weapon and hummed in satisfaction â the result was flawless. Just as you were about to thank him, a loud buzz shattered the eerie quiet that usually hung in the air.
You whipped your head around, eyes scanning for Sylus, but he was nowhere in sight. Alarmed, you called out, âSylus?â
âYeah?â came a small, chirpy voice.
Your gaze dropped to a heap of familiar-looking clothes on the floor. You gasped when a tuft of white hair peeked out from beneath them. Wide, crimson, doe-like eyes stared up at you â and in a shocking moment of realization, you understood: it was Sylus. Your boyfriend. But now, in the body of a five-year-old.
âHelp!â he squeaked, little arms flailing beneath the pile of oversized clothing. âIâm stuck!â
You quickly bent down and freed him, lifting his tiny form out of the tangled garments â leaving behind his shoes, belt, and pants, which were now comically too large for him. The shirt hung from his frame like a cloak, sleeves completely swallowing his arms. Despite the confusion, a smile tugged at the corners of your lips.
Gently, you wrapped the lower half of his shirt around his legs and rolled up the sleeves, messily tying it together to make it wearable. You cradled him in your arms, cocooned in his own shirt.
Philip approached, his face sheepish as his eyes flicked between the smoldering wreckage of a device on the floor and the now miniaturized Sylus in your arms. You could practically see steam rising from Sylusâs tiny ears in outrage.
Scratching the back of his neck, Philip offered a half-hearted explanation, âThat was... um, my latest invention. I created a fluid designed to revert a plant to its seed form â or a butterfly back to a caterpillar. I didnât realize the jet injector would actually work on humans tooâŠheh.â
Philipâs words only seemed to further ignite Sylusâs temper. You noticed the telltale shimmer of his Evol â the familiar red energy crackling around his tiny form, pulsing with irritation. You gently patted his head, offering what little comfort you could, then set him carefully on his feet, telling him to go somewhere so as to not risk the chances of Philip being evaporated. Sylus reluctantly agreed and trotted away after promising to not touch anything else.Â
You turned back to Philip, exhaling a slow breath. âThe longer he stays like this, the angrier he gets,â you said. âDo you have anything that can reverse the effect?â
Philip tapped his chin thoughtfully, eyes drifting toward the remnants of his failed invention. âNothing at the moment,â he admitted. âBut I have been developing a counter-agent â something to reverse the regression effect. Iâve got a few prototypes I can begin testing right away. If I manage to create a viable solution, Iâll have Luke and Kieran deliver it to you.â
âHow long do you think thatâll take?â you asked, brow furrowed.
âGive me five, maybe six hours,â he replied. âIâll work as quickly as I can.â
You nodded in understanding. Five to six hours with a miniaturized Sylus⊠manageable. Hopefully.
After exchanging a few more words with Philip â mostly warnings and a half-hearted apology from his side â you turned to look for your pint-sized lover. What greeted you nearly made you choke on a laugh.
You had turned your back for five minutes.
Heâs drawn an elaborate chalk mural on the wall featuring Philip as a monster and you as a superhero wielding a gun of justice.
Philip stares at it.
"...Heâs not wrong," you say, your cheeks hurting from smiling so hard at his antics. Philip just sighs, returning inside to work on the prototype before bidding you goodbye.
You made your way over to your tiny lover, who immediately turned around with an eager gleam in his crimson eyes. He patted the wallâs surface with one small hand, proudly trying to divert your attention to what he clearly deemed a masterpiece. You couldnât help but smile as you pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of his soft white hair, lifting him easily into your arms before praising him for his creation, watching as his ears turn slightly pinkish.Â
The walk back to his mansion was surprisingly short, not because of the distance, but because of the constant stream of animated chatter coming from Sylus. You hum and respond once in a while, eyes locked on his round face. Youâd often wondered what Sylus had been like as a child since he didnât really have any childhood photos or any sweet memories of those sorts. You once even assumed that heâd had probably been an overall aloof child considering his normal nature.Â
But clearly you were mistaken because little Sylus was far from indifferent. He was shorter, chubbier and a total chatterbox with full energy. He kept pressing his tiny palms against your cheeks, forcing your attention to remain on him rather than on the passing scenery. Something about it stirred a deep, unfamiliar sense of affection within you â maternal, perhaps, or simply overwhelming tenderness.
âWhatcha thinking?â He asked, peering up at you from beneath long ivory lashes.Â
âIâm thinkingâŠâ you began as you stepped into the mansion and carefully kicked off your shoes, mindful not to jostle him, âI could have five little yous running around and still never get tired.â
Sylus giggled, and the sound was so sweet â so utterly uncharacteristic of the man you knew â that it made your heart swell. You cooed at him in response, smiling as his ears turned pink once again. It struck you then â he must have always gotten shy when praised by someone he loved.
You set him down gently and made your way to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water for him. As you filled it, you called out, âLuke? Kieran?â
The twins appeared a second later, popping their heads out from behind a wall in perfect sync before strolling over to you. They leaned casually on the dining table, voices overlapping as they spoke in unison.
âYes, Missus?â
You handed Sylus the water and turned back to them. âIf you get a call from Philip this evening, go to the Odd Workshop and collect whatever he gives you.â
The two exchanged glances and nodded but still asked, âWhat for, Missus?â
âSylus turned into the five-year-old version of himself as a result of playing with one of Philipâs peculiar inventions. Philip will be creating a counter-agent to reverse that effect by evening. So, youâll be picking it up from his place.â
The twins looked at you like you grew two heads before sharing a subtle glance with each other. Their gazes followed you as you walked over to little Sylus and offered him the glass of water. You heard them gasp from behind you as they saw their miniaturized boss-man.
âNo gin fizz?â Little Sylus asked, his lips forming a small pout. You patted his head twice, making him finish the glass of water before responding, âYouâre five, Sylus.â
âOnly by body.â He protested half-heartedly, allowing you to walk away toward the kitchen counter. He noticed the twins staring at him, their jaws dropped in disbelief. He shot them a menacing glare that, unfortunately, didnât carry much weight due to his adorably cute face.
âDo you think boss-man would like uppies?â Luke whispered to Kieran after a moment of silence.
âTry it, and Iâll break your hands.â Sylus threatened, though the menace was undermined by the childish lilt in his voice. The twins zoomed out of the room in response, but it didnât take long before they returned, each holding one of the plushies youâd collected over time. They also sported silly hats with fans attached to them, which they had somehow managed to get onto Mephisto as well. Waving the plushies in front of little Sylusâ face, Kieran added, âIf not uppies, then surely boss-man would like toys?â
Luke furrowed his brow, falling deep into thought. âIs it âboss-manâ or âbaby boss-manâ now?â
âI think the latter. But is âbaby boss-manâ okay, or should we change it to âboss baby,â like in the movie?â Kieran voiced his own opinion, and the two of them pondered in silence, while Mephisto let out curious caws in the background.
You could see the slight twitch of annoyance in your loverâs brows as you cut up some fruit for him. His expression made it clear he wasnât exactly amused by their antics. A few moments later, the twinsâ yelps filled the room, followed by the sound of Sylusâs evol lifting them off the ground before spinning them in circles. You didnât need to look back to confirm â his mischievous smirk was practically radiating from the air.
After a few more minutes, you spoke over your shoulder, âSylus, thatâs enough. Put the twins down.â
He slumped his shoulders, his lips pressed in a pout, but despite his reluctance, he complied.
The twins clutched their heads, their faces pale, leaning against each other to steady themselves. They now knew little Sylusâ favorite game, and with that newfound knowledge, theyâd be sure to avoid becoming part of it ever again. Meanwhile, Mephisto emitted unintelligible chatters that almost sounded mocking, as if he were laughing at the twins, prompting them to chase after the crow in frustration.
You pick up the fruit bowl you prepared earlier and make your way over to your miniaturized boyfriend. Gently lifting him into your arms, you carry him to his study and settle into the plush sofa, carefully positioning him on your lap. His gaze immediately lands on the fruit bowl, and you already know â heâs not eating a bite unless you feed him yourself.
Without a word, you pick up an apple slice and bring it to his expectant mouth. He takes it without hesitation, and a fond smile spreads across your lips as you watch him chew with slow, deliberate movements, his tiny baby teeth working adorably. Your eyes wander to his miniature hands, chubby fingers, and the soft curve of his cheeks â each feature impossibly cute and heart-melting. A strange warmth blossoms in your chest.
Once he dutifully finishes the fruit, you shower his face with gentle kisses, unable to resist his charm. You take a playful bite of his squishy cheek, and he squirms away with a bashful laugh, flustered but delighted.
You stretch out your legs, adjusting him slightly on your lap just as Mephisto comes swooping into the study. The mechanical crow flaps in with a small box tied to his claws and drops it onto the table. Your eyes flick to the label â itâs a parcel from Philip. The antidote.
Opening the box, you find a syringe filled with a strange-looking fluid. Meanwhile, Sylus is preoccupied with Mephisto, tugging at the poor bird with all the curiosity and strength of a toddler. You gently free the distressed crow from his tiny grasp and let him fly away with a disgruntled caw.
You prepare the syringe, mentally rehearsing how to administer it without making Sylus cry. But to your astonishment, he simply extends his arm, blinking at you calmly like he was born for this moment. You barely suppress the laughter bubbling in your throat as you inject the cure into his arm. Once done, you toss the used materials into the waste bin nearby.
Little Sylus settles back against you, his small head nestled against your chest and his arms resting at his sides. He lets out a soft yawn, eyelids fluttering.
âYou must be tired of taking care of me all day, right?â he asks sleepily.
You stroke a hand gently down his back as he drifts closer to sleep, murmuring mostly to yourself, âTired? Not even a little. Though Iâll admit⊠I did catch baby fever â and itâs all your fault.â You smile softly and poke his cheek. âYouâd look incredibly hot holding our babies, not gonna lie.â
Your eyes begin to grow heavy too, and you decide to let sleep take you â wrapped around this tiny, precious version of him.
But peace is fleeting.
You're rudely jolted awake by a sharp ache in your limbs from the sudden weight pressing into you â and the restless shifting of said weight. You blink your eyes open, groggy and confused, only to find yourself completely unprepared for the sight before you.
Sylus, in all his fully restored, adult glory, is now straddling your lap. And to your utter disbelief â heâs completely naked. The weight of his shirt over your feet confirms that. You keep your eyes fixed on his face, not daring to look anywhere down.Â
âWhy are you not decent?â You ask, your voice sharp but wavering slightly under the weight of the scene before you.
Sylus doesnât answer â not directly. Instead, he tilts his head back, a downright dangerous smirk playing on his lips as he murmurs, âBaby fever, huh?â
Your breath catches, and you struggle to mask the shock on your face. Youâd been certain he was asleep last night â small, drowsy, and curled up against your chest â when you muttered those words. Clearly, you were wrong.
Feigning thoughtfulness, he furrows his silver brows, tapping a slender finger thoughtfully against his chin. âLet me see... Was it just my imagination,â he drawls slowly, âor did you actually say something along the lines of how incredibly hot Iâd look holding our babies?â
You quickly avert your gaze, face flushing from the neck up, but Sylus isnât finished. Gently but firmly, he turns your face back toward him with a soft grip on your chin.
âBabies, hmm? Plural, kitten?â His voice is velvet-smooth, full of teasing delight. âMy, my⊠I never realized my sweet girlfriend harbored such passionate little dreams, tucked away in the quiet corners of her heart.â
Mortified, you bring your hands up to cover your face, hoping to hide the vivid shade of red blooming across your cheeks. Your attempts at explanation tumble out as little more than embarrassed babbling â completely incoherent.
Sylus lets out a quiet chuckle as he captures your wrists, gently drawing your hands away from your face and guiding your eyes back to his. His gaze is molten, ruby irises shimmering with a heat that words canât quite describe â intense, unspoken, and entirely consuming
He presses himself further into your body and you try to not think too much about what is poking your thighs and instead focus on his next words. He clicks his tongue, a glint of mischief in his eyes. âYou know⊠I really am curious how you'd handle five little versions of me. Perhaps itâs time we put that theory to the test, donât you think?â
Before you can form a coherent response, you barely register the soft click of the study door locking â courtesy of his evol â followed by the warmth of his hand slipping beneath your shirt.
In the next breath, you're on your back, pressed into the cushions of the sofa, his body hovering over yours with practiced ease. That infuriating, devastatingly attractive smirk curves his lips â one laced with unmistakable intent.
And in his eyes, gleaming with heat and purpose, you see it: heâs done teasing. Heâs ready to prove just how serious he is.
a sweet fluffy smutty birthday fic inspired by sylusâs new birthday five-star âwhere hearts liveâ
â .á⧠PAIRING: sylus x female reader (afab)
â â§.Ë GENRE: smut, porn with very little plot
â .á⧠WORD COUNT: 4.5k
â â§.Ë WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, references and deviations from âwhere hearts live,â sub/switch!sylus, reader on top, outdoor sex, voyeurism kinda, honestly pretty vanilla and sweet, oral m!receiving, handjob m!receiving, hickeys and marking, vague references to sylus past memories (grassland romance or beyond cloudfall), petnames (sweetheart, dove, bird, love, precious), f!riding, booby sucking
â .á⧠LINKS: ao3 | 'where hearts live' video
â â§.Ë A/N: happiest birthday to our most precious dragon sylus! well, today or tomorrow depending on where you are :)
this is inspired/slightly based off of sylusâs birthday memory âwhere hearts live.â however itâs based only off what i saw in the pv as thatâs when i started writing itâbefore the memory came out. so it might not be entirely accurate to the memory itself.
to all my sylus girlies i hope you can celebrate your manâs birthday and make happy memories with qin che <3
honestly thank @lovegasmic for this one because i wasnât gonna write for sylusâs birthday but then a yapping misunderstanding led to thisâŠ
THIS IS MY ONLY ACCOUNT. I WILL NEVER POST MY FICS ON OTHER TUMBLR BLOGS. I WILL ONLY POST ON THIS ACCOUNT AND ON AO3.
⊠. Ë â§ .á Ë nsfw | minors dni | 18+ only | minors dni | nsfw ⊠. Ë â§ .á Ë
Like youâd been here before, in this same spot, in the strong arms of a certain crimson-eyed infamous Onichynus leader.Â
But thatâd be ridiculously impossible, because youâd never been here before.
Sylus snaps you out of your thoughts when he shifts to face you. He leaves the arm you were snuggled into under your body, bringing his free hand up to stroke your jaw. Like heâd done many times before, he tucks your loose hair behind your ear, his scarlet eyes shining with unspoken emotion.Â
"What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?"
You turn onto your side so that youâre facing him head on, faces inches apart, âNothing. Just that IâmâŠso unbelievably happy to be here with you.â
Sylus looks surprised for a flash of a second before the shock is masked with a smug smile, âGood. I am too.â
Sylus leans in until your foreheads touch, âYou have no idea how much, little bird.â
Your heart pounds at the sincerity of his words, his voice husky with molten desire. Before he can react, you press your lips into his, swallowing his faint grunt of surprise. The arm he had under your body reaches up to gently grip your hair, as if that could ground him against the unending torrent of passion he felt whenever he felt your skin under his.Â
What started as a quick chaste kiss quickly melts into something far more heated. Sylusâs palm finds your waist, yanking you toward him until thereâs not even space for a single blade of grass between you. His fingers gently massage your scalp, lightly nipping at your bottom lip. At your squeak of surprise, he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into you, tangling possessively with yours.Â
He smirks against your lips, pleased when you moan so damn perfectly for him, far more beautiful than anything heâd ever heard. The hand on your waist ventures to the small of your back, fingers toying with the hem of your top, raising goosebumps wherever they touch.
With his outstretched palm splayed against your spine, he pulls you impossibly closer, the unmistakable outline of his erection pressed insistently into your stomach.Â
âSylusâ!â you gasp when he pulls away, instead trailing his demanding lips down your jaw. Your body arches into him, head thrown back and exposing your throat to him.Â
âYes?â he murmurs huskily, voice just above a mere snarl, an air of playfulness in his words that makes your toes curl. He smiles into your skin when heâs met with your wordless cry of desire, his teeth sinking gently into where your neck meets your shoulder. You were always inexplicably sensitive there, and Sylus always took advantage.
He always loved marking you there.Â
But suddenly he groans in annoyance, bordering on a genuine growl. Your eyes fly open, trying to see what was bothering him. You burst into laughter when you see him swatting away a fallen maple leaf thatâd landed onto his cheek. With your fingertips, you grasp it, pulling it away from his face.
Twirling it between your fingers, you canât help but tease him, âJust a leaf Sylus. Harmless.â
Sylus raises an eyebrow at you, âNothing is harmless when it stands between me and getting to you.â
Your cheeks heat at his sweet and nonchalant declaration. Trying to distract him, you place the green maple leaf near the crown of his head, giggling at how harmlessly adorable he looks.
Sylus freezes against you, his entire body locking at your innocent actions. For a second, itâs like heâs seen a ghost, his vermillion eyes wide with surprise. Heâs quick to mask itâmaking sure you donât notice it, that devilish Sylus smirk falling back into place.Â
âWhatâs funny, sweetheart?âÂ
You smile and shake your head, âIt suits you. My handsome birthday boy.â
Sylus scoffs incredulously. Before you know it, the leaf drifts away from his hair. But not in the way that a natural breeze would. More intentional, in the way Sylusâs Evol might behave.Â
You try and grab it, but the familiar black hum of energy lifts it higher, just out of your reach.Â
Whining, you reach for it again, only for it to float just out of your reach. Again.
âYouâre so childish,â you grumble, sitting up to try and catch it again. Sylus chuckles warmly, laying back on the grass, one arm behind his head like a pillow.
âItâs my birthday and youâre going to call me childish? Such a cruel kitten,â he smirks as he makes the leaf dance just out of your grasp. His lengthy elegant fingers twirl right in front of you as he controls his Evolâtaunting you. Begging you to dare further.
You sit on your knees, bending down so you can hover your lips millimeters from his. If Sylus is taken aback, he doesnât let it show, just staring you back down, the corner of his lip turned up in sheer amusement.Â
God you adored this smug bastard.
You press your hand firmly into his chest as you close the distance between your lips, your fingers toying with the collar of his shirt, your nails gently grazing along his bare chest. You nearly grin when you feel his sharp inhale, the arm he had under his head coming up to grip your hips.Â
When his tongue teases the seam of your lips, demanding entryâyou relent and let him take control. In that brief moment of impassioned distraction, your eyes crack open and your free hand grabs at the still-floating maple leaf.Â
You just barely graze it before it flickers out of your reach.
âMinx,â he chuckles against your wet lips, his thumb pressing into your pout, âYouâll have to be more clever than that.â
You let out a whine of frustration, sitting up again, âI donât like this game.âÂ
Sylus chuckles, his laugh like a deep warm chocolate, your name rolling off his tongue teasingly, âWell I do, love. And I seem to remember you making a big fuss about it being my birthday.â
With a flick of his lengthy fingers, the green leaf flits in front of you, tickling your cheek. As you flinch, your face scrunched up with playful annoyance, it floats down from your face to Sylusâs chest.Â
Quickly, you clasp your palms over each other into Sylusâs chest to try and catch it, the metal of his necklace cool against your clammy skin. It only floats further down, your palms following it, pressing into his abdomen, the defined ridges of his muscles hot under your touch.Â
Sylus smiles as he watches you, like a cat trying to catch a laser. His kitten.
As the delicate maple continues to breeze further down, your patience runs dry, replaced with a scheming mischief. Your fingers continue south with the leaf, just like beforeâexcept this time the goal isnât to catch it.Â
Sylusâs entire body tenses as your hands find his belt, quickly undoing it, the maple stuttering in the airâforgotten. Your fingers trail into his pants, teasing the waistband of his boxers, enjoying the way his body subtly leans into yours, chasing your touch.Â
âSee, isnât this a far better game?â you coo, fingers wrapping around his already hardening cock. Sylus hisses, his sharp jaw locked as his hand shoots out to roughly grab your chin.
He angles your face up to look at him, his lips parted slightly with heavy breaths, âItâs a dangerous game, kitten.â And yet, he doesnât stop you. If anything, his body presses more desperately into you, demanding you to take him harder.
And so you do, your fingers gripping just tightly enough to make his breath hitch with need. You lean down slightly so your hair falls over his face, intentionally letting it tickle him.
Sylus lets out a guttural groan, his hips bucking uncharacteristically into your tight fingers. He was normally a man of unmatched control, typically making you lose control. But right at this moment, under the lush canopy of green, the glowing skylight peeking through, in the open field, where anyone could find you. Anyone could see the way you belonged wholly to each other and only each other?
That was enough to drive him utterly insaneâputty in your perfect hands.Â
âFaster,â he demands, a growl ripping from his throat, âJust how you know I like it.â
You giggle, jerking him as best as you can under the confines of his dress pants. âAlready making demands, Sy? Werenât you just teasing me?â
He only grunts, hips jerking up into you, one hand clutching the poor grass beside him. It takes every shred of self control he has to keep from pulling you down to use those beautiful lips instead.Â
âSweetheartâŠâ he grits out, entire upper body heaving against the flat grassy ground.Â
You bend over so that you can kiss his trembling jaw, your hand still working diligently against the fabric of his pants, âYeah Sylus?â
The way you purr his name has Sylus cursing lowly, âItâs my birthday, princess.â
You giggle at the near whiny timbre of his words, knowing thatâs as close as a âpleaseâ youâre going to get. Eyes falling on the abandoned maple leaf, resting on his lapel, you grin cheekily at him.
âIt is your birthday,â you sing, reveling in his desperate short breaths, âAnd since youâve decided to play niceâŠâ You grab the green leaf with your free hand, twirling it in between your fingers. Similarly, with your other hand, you thumb gently at his leaking tip, knowing just how sensitive Sylus is there.Â
Placing the maple behind his ear, you gingerly withdraw your hand from inside his bottoms. Sylus nearly jerks, sitting up slightly to look at you in disbelief. Before he can protest, you undo his belt, pulling the zipper down, freeing his unbelievably excited cock. You gulp as you admire itâthick, red, and leaking with his unending need for you.
For a second, Sylusâs eyes dart around, making sure no one could possibly see the filthy things you were about to do to him. But of course, there wasnât a soul in sight, save for the two shared souls lying under the maple tree. And even if there wasâŠhe wouldnât exactly mind.Â
He loved to show off what was solely and irrevocably his.Â
Sylus twitches in your hands at the thought, waiting for your next move. His chest heaves as he watches you climb between his legs, leaning forward to place a heated kiss against his tip, the tip of your tongue lapping up the salty pearls of essence.Â
The feeling makes his hips jerk, his jaw slack with pent up desire. Desire that he was desperately holding back, to let you take control. Even though it was his birthday, he wanted to give you that, knowing how much you liked when he let you take the lead.
âChristâŠâ Sylus growls, his hands shredding the grass beneath them. His broken words fuel you with confidence, your lips enveloping him entirely, jaw unhinged to accommodate his ridiculous size.Â
âPerfect little mouth,â Sylus praises, voice strangled, fingers gently threading into your wind tousled hair. He only maintains a light, but firm, pressureânot wanting to control the pace, enjoying how badly you want to please him. On his birthday.Â
His precious little dove.
You hum happily, the vibrations shaking Sylus to his core. His hips have a mind of their own, rutting upward no matter how much he wants to let you have the lead. He pants as his throbbing tip hits the back of your throat, the unbelievable tight warmth a sensation heâd never get used to.Â
You choke, eyes watering, as you slide him further down your throat, using your fingers to jerk his base, stroking his heavy set balls. The spring breeze reminds the both of you just how compromising your predicament was. Well less compromising and more so downright indecent.Â
In the back of your head you know no one would catch the two of youâthis small little meadow tucked away in a secluded plot of land Sylus had acquired. Strictly private property.Â
But the idea of it still made the apex of your thighs sticky with desire.Â
Glancing up through your teary fluttering eyelashes, you moan over him as you watch the dark heated way he watches you, a thin layer of sweat shining on his chiseled face. That look alone is enough to have your legs clenching, trying to control the wet warmth blooming between your thighs.Â
Sylusâs fingers tighten in your hair, but instead of pushing you down, he gently massages your scalp, encouragingâpraising you.
When your tongue does that wicked thing youâd learn he loved, his grip tightens and his hips buck up fiercely. You gag, pulling back your teeth, nearly taking his entire length up into your throat.Â
With a torrid curse, Sylus hoists you off his lap. A whine rips from your lips, already missing the way he perfectly stretched out your mouth, his hot soft skin against your tongue.Â
âGet on top,â Sylus demands gruffly. Itâs less of a demand and more of a heated, desperate plea. You raise an eyebrow at him, to which he groans and captures your chin with his thumb and index finger.Â
âWonât last very long like this,â he rasps, eyes deep like a red wine, âAnd I want to be inside you. Need to be inside you. Please.â
His rare plea makes you fold instantly. Swinging your leg over his lap, you hike your skirt up, swiftly pulling your panties to the side. The cool outdoor breeze makes you shudder, feeling unbelievably exposed against the elements.Â
Sylus notices, his fingers tenderly gripping your thighs and his palms rubbing up and down, the friction making warmth spread from where his hands explore your skin. He looks up at you, his eyes shining with adoration and undeniable heat. For a split second heâs frozen, his eyes widening fractionally. So slightly you almost donât notice it.
In another life, heâd been in this exact spotâlooking up just like this.
âNothing, sweetheart,â he murmurs, voice velvet against the breeze, âJust thinking about what a wonderful birthday itâs been.â
Your heart flutters at his surprisingly soft words before you lean down to brush heated kisses into his jaw, down to his ear.
âYour birthdayâs just started.â
You line up with the tip of his aching erection, your skirt lifting slightly against the current of the wind. The initial stretch always inevitably stungâSylusâs impressive size never something you could fully prepare yourself for. Even so, as you sank down inch by inch your core fluttered excitedlyâappreciativelyâaround him.
âJust like that,â Sylus groans, âYou always take me so perfectly, kitten.â He swears under his strangled breath when you seat yourself fully, his hands still gripping your thighs, hugging them tightly to him.Â
His fingers dig in, enjoying how soft your skin is against his calloused hands, unconsciously flexing at how wonderfully tightly you squeeze him. The wind carries off your strangled moan, body tightening as you adjust to his size, shivering at the soothing circles he rubs into your thigh.
âGonna move now, âkay Sylus?â you choke out, the muscles of your quads trembling as you lift yourself incrementally.Â
Sylus groans in approval, nearly at his witâs end but not wanting to rush you. There would be unending opportunities for him to take you how he wantedâbut right now, he wanted you to take care of him.
âPlease do,â he grunts, chest heaving irregularly as you lift yourself off himâleaving just his tip nestled inside you, âNeed to feel you.â
Thatâs all the encouragement you need to start rhythmically bouncing on his lap, your palms supporting your weight, pressed flat against his chest.Â
âNghâalways so full,â you choke out, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut against the blinding rays of the sun, âAlways feelâhahâsâgood, Sy.â
Sylusâs hands instinctively move from your thighs to your hips, giving just the slightest lift of support. His scarlet eyes follow yours, lips parted in overwhelming pleasure as he watches you ride him.
âYouâve no ideaââ Sylus hisses as you clench around him, âHow beautiful you are. How perfectly you wrap around me.â
Sylus sits up suddenly, wrapping his muscled arms around your body and burying his face into the crook of your neck. He doesnât take controlârather supporting you in your impassioned movements, encouraging you to take what you need from him.
âYou were made for me,â his voice is velvet and deep, âMade to take me like this.â
You whine, heart skipping at his honeyâd words, inadvertently clamping down on himâentire body reacting viscerally to him.Â
Sylus grunts, fingers moving deftly to remove your jacket and expose your bare shoulders. His lips latch onto the column of your neck urgently as you squeeze him, feeling just how tight you wereâhow irresistibly he fit inside of your perfect heat.Â
âSy-Sylus!â you cry out as his teeth gently sink into your pulsepoint. Your rhythm faltersânot just from his sharp teeth and expert tongue, but by his possessive fingers that map out the goosebumps on your shoulders.Â
Even with the steady breeze, you donât feel cold against Sylusâs protective hold, his hands touching you in every exposed spot. Your thighs shake, your bounces slowing to deep rollsâclit brushing against his coarse hair at every deliberate wave.
âShitââ Sylus curses when he inches back so he can see you fully, your body arched beautifully for him as you lean backwards, palms flat against the grass by his legs. His fingers trace a deliberate trail down your jaw and collar, until theyâre toying with the lace of your top. He traces the thin strap, hooking it delicately with his fingers, pulling gently until theyâre slipping off your shoulders.
He pulls until the lace top falls just below your breasts, your nipples peaking instantly as they meet the outdoor breeze. You squeal, hips faltering, when Sylusâs warm fingers pinch down against the pebbled flesh.
Sylus smirks in satisfaction, âHow lucky am I?â He wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you firmly forward until your foreheads gently knock together.
âSpending my birthday withâŠâ he trails off, pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue demanding surrender. Pulling away, his warm breath against yours, âthe other half of my heart. Of my soul.â
Your body tightens, chest and core, at his unbelievably genuine and heartfelt words. It was all too muchâthe way he was stretching you out, the way he looked at you like you were the only one who saw him.Â
Hips rolling in a broken rhythm, you whisper, âS-Sylusâso close! W-Want to cum fâyou.âÂ
Sylusâs ruby eyes darken to near black swirls of smoke, âThereâs no other gift you could give me that I would want more.âÂ
His fingers find your hips, supporting you in your desperate movements as you chase a pleasure only he could give you. The pressure of his grip is bruisingâso pleasantly delicious as you neared the precipice of your peak.
Your eyes widen when you hear a faint rustling and the distinct sound of voices, trespassers or hikers whoâd ventured off the trail. They sounded farâtoo far to witness the absolute debauchery that was yours and Sylusâs joined bodiesâbut close enough that your entire body freezes with fear.Â
As your body stutters to a stop, Sylus growls with dissatisfaction. Almost entirely indifferent to the prospect of being caughtâor rather excited by itâSylus takes over your rhythm, using his thighs to bounce you and one hand to support you.
His other hand comes to clasp over your mouth, gently muffling your soundsâpace unrelenting. While the risque situation is unbelievably arousing, the thought of showing the world just how irrevocably his you wereâin reality your modesty and comfortability was always at the forefront of Sylusâs mind.Â
âCareful, precious. Wouldnât want to draw unwanted attention,â he murmurs gruffly, determined to feel you cum around him. Just like he can feel the way you squeeze excitedly around him at the prospect of being caught, you can feel him twitching inside you.
âWould love to show you off,â he smirks into your skin, nipping gently at your hickey-bruised shoulders, âBut letâs save that for another time.â
âOn my birthdayâŠI refuse to share you.â
Sylus seals your fate when his hand leaves your waist to paw at your clit, your eyes squeezing shut as you feel the tension in your gut explode against him. Your scream is muffled by his palm, still an absolute symphony to him.Â
Your unmistakeable climax triggers Sylusâs, his fingers abandoning your clit so his arm can wrap around you, pressing you tighter into his abdomenâholding onto you so possessively that it quite literally intensifies your orgasm, convulsing uncontrollably in his arms.
His soft lips close over your exposed nipple as he ruts up into you, his movements demanding but tender. His skilled tongue prolongs the waves of your release, drawing it out as long as possible.Â
Somewhere in the back of your head, you register the faraway voices disappearing altogether. Sylus releases your jaw, red eyes shadowed with deep and dark desire.
âSo damn tight,â he grunts into the wet flesh of your breast, his own orgasm fast approaching, âCould spend forever buried inside of you.â
He throws his head backward with uncontrollable ecstasy as he teeters over the edge and into oblivion, âClose, sweetheart.â
You whine as he fucks you into overstimulation, âO-Oh God, Sylus. Pleaseâ!â Your hands tremble as they cup his face, angling him so that your foreheads touch, exchanging heated breaths.
âGonna cum inside,â Sylus grits out, his rhythm stuttering. Though his words are commandingâleaving no room for argumentâhis tone conveys that of seeking permission. His deep wine red eyes searching yours for approval before he does anything.Â
Itâs nearly comical, seeing as you almost always let him do just that. Begged for it, even.
âCourse Sy,â you murmur into his ear, the aftershocks of your orgasm spasming against him, nearly pulling his release from him.Â
âItâs your birthday after all.â
With a heated and impassioned groan of your name, his teeth digging into that one spot heâs so obsessed with on your shoulder, Sylus explodes inside you. He bites hard enough to leave indentations, not hard enough to break skinâtongue soothing the sensitive area. He doesnât bother covering your mouth this time, letting your beautiful scream, a mix of pleasure and pain, ring unabashed in the meadow.Â
Sylus hugs you incredibly tight and close as he releases ropes of hot thick seed into you, almost as if ensuring youâd receive all of him. Which you always didâhappily.Â
âThatâs it, my love,â Sylus rasps into your ear, âTake it all. For me.â You can feel him still spurting inside youâchest heaving against yours, your hearts beating in unison against one another. He rocks his hips gently, stuffing you with his unending pearly essence, marking you from the inside out.Â
You moan gently into the crook of his neck, feeling his warmth mixed with yours starting to seep down your thighs, even as he continues to release into you. His breath is strangled as his movements start to falter, his fingers flexing into the soft skin of your thighs.
âPerfectâŠâ Sylusâs velvet voice murmurs, hands abandoning your thighs so that he can wrap his arms around you. For a moment, he just holds you snugly against him, one hand stroking your hair, the other rubbing tenderly against your exposed shoulder, keeping you warm. You canât see, but Sylusâs ruby irises are drawn to the skyâadmiring the cloudy sky.
âWhat are you thinking about?â you mumble, clearing your hoarse throat. Pulling away, you adjust the straps of your lacy top back over your shoulders and look at him fully.Â
With his face angled toward the sky, the corner of Sylusâs lips quirk upward, the faintest smile ghosting his chiseled face. Slowly, he turns to face you, fingers tracing your jaw reverently.Â
âNothing. You always look so beautiful under the clouds,â
Your heart stutters at his words, cheeks warming noticeably under his tender gaze. When you avert your eyes shyly, you spot the green maple leaf still neatly tucked away in Sylusâs soft silver hair. You stifle your giggles, teeth digging into your bottom lip to hold back your grin.
Sylus raises his eyebrow at you, his thumb tracing the corners of your lips. Following your line of sight, his hand comes up to comb through his hair and gently pick out the green leaf.Â
âParty pooper,â you mutter childishly. Sylus only chuckles, placing the maple leaf behind your own ear, tucking your hair behind it.Â
âIt looks far better on you,â he says, his eyes glittering in amusement, âConsider it a gift.â
You roll your eyes, shifting slightly as your legs start to fall asleepâstill seated atop his lap with his cock inside you.Â
âItâs your birthday. Hardly seems appropriate for the birthday boy to be handing out presents.â
Sylus smirks mischievously, readjusting his hands onto your hips and biting back a pleasured groan as you squirm on his lapâgrowing unmistakably more excited by the second.
âTrust me love, there will be plenty of opportunities for you to give me what I want.â
You narrow your eyes at him, âWhatâs that supposed to mean? Did Luke and Kieran tell you what I got you?! I swear I'm going to kill thââ
Sylus presses his thumb onto your lips, effectively shutting you up with an amused chuckle.Â
âThe only thing I want, I already have.â
Your stomach flutters as you feel Sylus hardening inside of you, never having quite softened in the first place. Your breath catches as he gently palms your abdomen, pressing down ever so slightly.Â
âI just want to be buried here, forever.â
He leaves no room for you to speak, his thumb pressing into your mouth and against your tongue. You moan gently when he gives you one single languid roll of his hips.Â
âBut I already know youâll protest that, so weâll have to start with just today.â
You yelp when Sylus pulls you down with him as he lays down flat against the grassy floor, rutting up into your g-spot again. The flickering spots of sunlight paint his face in such an ethereal glow that it almost distracts you from the hungryâpredatory glint sparkling in his crimson irises. Almost.
âItâs my birthday after all, right sweetheart?â
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A very short bulleted yap đŹ Iâve been thinking about this for 2 days now.
I can just imagine him spooning you while the two of you struggle to fall sleep, the close proximity and the warmth of your body making him unintentionally hard.
Heâd get all hot and huffy while his face is nuzzled into the back of your head. He doesnât want to annoy you, but heâs struggling to get comfortable with his dick straining in his underwear/pajama pants and poking your backside.
It eventually gets to the point where he needs to whip it out and face away from you, hoping that his erection would eventually go down (it doesnât). At some point youâd just hear him sigh in defeat, which gives you an idea.
The both of you are too exhausted for sex, but you figure that Sylus could be more comfortable if you spooned while he put it in. Heâd really like the idea <3
Sylus would let out the BIGGEST sigh of relief as he gently pushes his cock inside of you, burying his face into your neck and shoulder once heâs settled. As the two of you laze intertwined, heâd rub your side and give you gentle kisses, probably asking you multiple times if youâre okay/comfortable as well. Heâs just preparing to pull out at any time incase you donât want to do it anymore.
It ends up being quite the comforting experience for both of you, as the minutes pass youâre practically melting into each other. The two of you saying that you feel closer than ever without actually saying it.
What had originally cursed your sleep schedule is now causing the two of you to drift off into sleep, especially as Sylusâ hard on eventually softens inside of you. Heâd pull out before the two of you accidentally fall asleep in this position, letting out another sigh of relief and whispering a soft âthank you, sweetieâŠâ into your ear. Heâd give you lazy kisses on your neck and shoulder until you both pass out.
I originally wanted to write a fic about this, but I couldnât get myself to finish it for the life of me and I inevitably scrapped the whole thing </3 maybe one day Iâll end up redoing it, but for now you get this (my apologies đ) hopefully this inspires yaâll to make something out of this while I wasnât able to!
After getting put on time out Sylus starts to ignore you. You couldn't help getting turned on by watching him, though.
content: f!reader, sex toys (vibrator), maturation
w/c: 1k
Ao3: Here
a/n: Hi. This has been in my drafts for a very very long time. its very short but i fear if i dont post it now it will forever stay in drafts and I wanted to post something while i work on my bigger fic
You should have stopped when he first told you to. But honestly, you were feeling like a brat and what was the worst that could happen? It was fun to poke him. To see his reactions and that little glare that held no heat behind his eyes.
That was until he "put you on time out" as he called it. And now instead of sitting beside you in bed, he was dusting the shelves of his bookshelf across the room.
Your eyes scanned over the flex of his arms. His shirt was rolled up to his elbow, one hand on the duster the other casually in his pocket. You felt your nerves heat up. Your eyes continued over the broad shoulders, the line of muscle just barely visible against the expensive fabric. Tracing down his back you couldn't help but lick your lips. Memories of the times you've dug your nails into him as he was deep inside you.
You shifted on the bed, feeling your body start to react to how you were practically eating him alive. Sylus though, paid no mind. He hummed a little tune, ignoring the heat of your eyes that you knew he could feel baring into him.
Next was the belt. Countless times you were laying in bed, needy and begging while he walked slowly like a predator ready to devour a meal. His hands slowly unlatching the strip of leather.
You took a slow breath trying to calm your nerves down but it was pointless. You felt your thighs rub together slightly to give yourself some relief. It didn't work.
God, the way his pants fit his ass. You felt your mouth water as you watched it flex as he reached up higher on the bookshelf. His thighs tensing slightly. Thighs that have held your legs apart so many times. Thighs that you've grinded yourself against, that you licked up to bring him into your mouth.
Your body moved before your mind. Lifting your hips you pulled your pants off, the shuffling not making Sylus turn. He could be as stubborn as you sometimes. The sound of a drawer opening though, did make his movements halt.
And then there was a low hum of a vibration followed by a soft moan.
He couldn't help himself. Turning around with a raised eyebrow he seen you, legs spread and panties to the side. The black vibrator wand in your hand, shaking softly in your hand as you grinded your hips up against it.
There was a moment of genuine surprise, you rarely were ever so bold. But the shock melted into something more prideful. He hadn't even done anything and yet here you were, squirming on the bed. Touching yourself to nothing but the sight of him, fully clothed.
He chuckled softly, raising an eyebrow as he turned fully to face you, though he didn't take a step closer. He just watched. Watched as your eyes moved down his chest slowly as if you were imagining each of the buttons popping open. Watched as your eyes drifted down his arms which seemed to fill out his shirt more than you remembered last time he wore it. Watched as your eyes moved to his hips and the way your cheeks burned more, mouth opening in a soft moan as your body arched into your toy as you seen how his pants were already getting tighter.
"Kitten, you look like you're going to eat me alive." His voice was a rumble that shook through your body. You gave a soft gasp and he took a step closer, a hand moving to the buttons on his shirt. One by one.
Pop.
You could feel your mouth water, your lips dry. You licked them as you took in the sight of his bare chest. Your hand never stopped tracing the head of the wand against yourself. Your body jerked slightly as your gasped, the sight of him making your body ache for more.
Sylus leaned on the edge of the bed, his eyes trailing down your body before he reached the buzzing between your legs. His fingers wrapped around your hand gently before he pushed the wand harder against you. You gasped out, moaning as you arched your hips into his touch.
"You're being so reactive Sweetie. I like it." He purred out, dragging out the words with a low tone that once again made your body shiver and ache. "Who knew me just standing there would get you so hot and bothered to the point you would start touching yourself. I'm flattered."
You gasped out as he grinded the wand against you, your hand still under his. You gasped out, body arching as you felt your core tighten, toes curling. He leaned down, lips against your ear as he whispered.
"How many times have you wanted to do this and you stopped yourself?"
The question made you blush. It was more than a few, you knew that for sure. You felt your voice catch in your throat as your felt him adjust over you, his hips against yours. You let out a breathy moan, feeling his weight on you, your body clenching again as you kept hearing his question over and over in your head. He damn well knew the answer. You could hear it in his voice, his cocky smirk against your ear as your body shook under him.
He pulled away, hand still moving the toy against you. Your hand in his as he guided you. Your eyes were glossy, uneven. But the sight of him, straddling you, shirt open, his hips against yours. It was too much.
You cried out as your head fell back against the pillows. Your hips arching and grinding against the toy, against him, as your release took over. Your free hand moved to his chest, rubbing the exposed skin, feeling him. You heard him groan, his own hips grinding against you.
The vibrations stopped. You felt the wand fall from your hand as it was guided to his lips as he kissed your knuckles softly. His eyes bored into yours as he breathed in your scent.
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