Kittenish
🔞 (MDNI) 🔞
Pairing: Sylus x fem!reader
Genre: Smut + established relationship + fluff
Word count: ~3k words
Summary: Sylus wants to try something new, but he’s decided he’d rather ease you into it before he eases into you. (Sort of pwp, sorry not sorry.)
Warnings: Mentions of "good girl" and such, pet play/kitten kink, slight overstim, unprotected sex, squirting—there’s also a bell collar so if this isn’t your thing, you might just wanna opt out. This was purely self indulgent, I’m not even gonna lie.
A/N: This is one of a few old fics of mine I've been rewriting to get me back into the swing of writing fics and to sort of re-adopt my writing style while I tweak it over time. (So if you see a version of my current works with nct.. that was my old sideblog from like the pandemic times,,, We don't talk about it lol,,)
“Come here, kitten.” Sylus calls out for you from across your home, requesting your presence. A light tinkling could be heard accompanying the sound of your sock-clad feet padding through to where your boyfriend was sat on the couch. “Good girl.” He smiled up at you whilst you stood between his legs, reaching up to ruffle your hair as you lean into the warmth of his palm.
“It’s really cute and comfy, Sy.. But I’m just not sure I can sleep with it on or anything like that,” you murmur, tugging at it lightly before moving to sit across his thighs. Sylus’s chest rumbles against your form with his endearing laughter, clearly amused by how distraught you were over what he thought merely a cute accessory. Strong arms gently encase you, wrapping you in his comforting scent as Sylus rests his head on yours.
Truthfully, he couldn’t stop staring at your neck in the pretty little choker, wondering how the sleek maroon velvet would look next to a littering of reds and blues made from his own teeth. Before he could bring it up however, you present him with the perfect opportunity to plot the course for his innermost desires.
“Sylus,” you whine, nearly making said man flush from the sudden bout of cuteness aggression flowing through his veins. “Can we go cuddle?”
“Isn’t that what we’re doing now, sweetie?” he retorts playfully, loving the reactions he rises from you whenever he insists on being a little difficult.
“You know that’s not what I meant,” you huff, trying again. “Can we go to bed?” And the light-bulb in his head clicks back on, suddenly all too eager to get you into bed. Little did you know what his mind was brewing, though the way his eyes keep drifting back to the collar would have left little to the imagination, had you noticed.
Sylus lifts you up into his arms and carries you to your shared bedroom, stopping to act like he was carrying you over the threshold of your newlywed home rather than your cozy little apartment. He steals a kiss as you giggle against his lips, the warmth and acceptance that once felt foreign to your lover now a constant presence he's come to crave.
Once he sets you down, however, he doesn’t join you in bed just yet. Sylus ventures off to the kitchen, the closet, and the bathroom—or so you presume by the faraway bustling reminiscent of a cabinet door. At long last, your beloved "fiend" arrives to save the day. Or at least to save your impatient self from becoming too restless. (He'd wanted to make you wait for it, the furrow in your brows was too tempting to resist.)
Sylus moves to joins you on the bed, opting to lay behind you, spooning you with his arms draped across your stomach. It’s a peaceful kind of quiet that almost lets you settle into a nice afternoon nap; but quiet never seems to last for long, much less when you’ve got your favorite ragebaiter around.
Large, warm hands slide under the soft hoodie, lightly tickling across your abdomen at first, making you let out a small hiss at the sudden contact. Sylus doesn’t stop there though, no—he continues upwards to cup your breasts, leaning forward to bury his face into the very inviting crook of your shoulder.
Rather than break the silence with words, Sylus starts to play with the over-sized hoodie you’d been wearing—one he's fairly certain was once his. But you just looked so cute dwarfed in it that he couldn’t be bothered to fight you back for it. He'd give you his entire closet and buy out several shops before you could even think to ask. And some days.. you may or may not be tempted to steal a few more..
“Syyluuss,” you attempt to sound scolding, but end up sounding halfway to a moan of his name when he "accidentally" brushes over a sensitive nipple.
“Mmh, what is it, kitten?” he responds with a gleam in his eye, knowing full well that his plan is working, as it always does. It’s never been difficult for you two to tempt one another, not much coaxing necessary—but he needed you on board if he was going to ask you to let him try something new. Therefore, he concluded he had no choice but to rile you up. (Or maybe he just loved to watch his other half become so honest with her desires that she could think of little else but him, but to call out his name over and over again.)
“I was almost asleep, you tease,” you scoff at him playfully, not actually angry. And even if you'd tried to act it, he would always call your bluff. The good thing about Sylus was how caring and attentive he was when it came to you, whether that be emotional or physical; there was nothing he wouldn't do for you. And at times, it felt like he knew what you needed even before you did.
“I know a great way to help you fall asleep...” Sylus trails wet, hot kisses up the side of your neck, licking the shell of your ear before murmuring an all too tempting offer. “How about I fuck you into the mattress until you can’t remember your name? Will that help you sleep better, kitten?” He blinks innocently when you turn to look at him, the complete contrast to his words and actions melting together with the hunger in his eyes he fails to mask. One of his hands starts to trace the waistband of your panties while you stumble to find you words. The only flimsy thing you were wearing besides the hoodie is now pulled aside, his other hand still working at your breasts. The gentle caress at the apex of your thighs send a shudder through you, expression dazed as you grow drunk on the morsels of pleasure you're provided with.
By this point, you know damn well that if you weren’t already sucker into his plans earlier, you were definitely in too deep now to escape. Rutting your ass back onto his crotch, Sylus lets out a soft groan while you provide him with friction just shy of what he was after. He sits up to straddle you on the bed, pulling you by your thighs to situate you at an angle where he can take control and grind into you this time, ever the needy tease he is. Oh, how he wants nothing more than to devour you when you look at him like that..
You reach up to tug at the strands of his pale gray hair, suddenly feeling too small under his intense gaze, burning like a thousand suns through the windows to your soul. Oddly enough, Sylus finds the time to pull the hair he'd been growing out—at your suggestion—into a little ponytail, looking all too cute for the sins he was well-prepared to commit (your favorite kind).
Opting to rub your fingertips against the loose strands left of his hair at the nape of his neck, Sylus slowly peels his hoodie off you, followed by the fluffy socks, now leaving you in just your red lace panties and the choker. You make a motion as if to reach for it to remove it, to which he simply grabs your hands and shakes his head, lightly pinning your arms overhead instead. Even when he's in control, he's always offered you ever possible out—autonomy and consent were never an option, they were a requirement.
You look towards the devilish grin Sylus has plastered on—paired with the love and lust swirling within his crimson gaze—and briefly worry for the sake of your sanity. But you’d (literally) sold your soul to him far too long ago to begin caring now, simply strapping in to enjoy whatever ride you were about to sit through. Sylus grabs at your thighs to spread them apart, lifting them over his shoulders as you realize where things are heading. One thing Sylus refuses to do is to do anything half-assed, and that most certainly applies to the bedroom as well. Often the victim of his boundless stamina, you’ve had many a night where you spend the next day limping around. And by the looks of it, tomorrow will be another one of those days. He might even warn you to take the next three days off again, should his aether core further the incessant gnawing in his loins.
Starting slow, he runs a finger though your folds over the lace of your panties. You knew he was coming over today, so if course you happened to pick out the pair that matched his eyes—you'd been hopeful this might happen anyway. A soft whine is pulled from you at the featherlight touches, growing impatient, and Sylus clicks his tongue in annoyance at the fabric as well when he struggles to remove it in your current position. Once they’re finally off, a switch seems to go off within your boyfriend. The last strand of his composure snaps, and before you know it, Sylus is eating you out like a man starved. He's sucking at your clit and folds, licking into your warm wetness, even turning to leave several bruises into your trembling thighs. Your nails dig into the sheets as you let out moan after moan, turning your face to bite the pillow whilst trying to silence yourself, making the bell jingle from all your movement.
Neighbors be damned, he thinks, he'd buy out the building just to show you off like this (and yet, wanted no one but him to ever hear you like this). But there it is nonetheless, just what Sylus had wanted all along—to fuck you senseless with the pretty little choker on, completing the aesthetic of his pet name for you. His inner greed is wickedly pleased, a deep-seated possessiveness born centuries ago that roars in satisfaction knowing you're all his.
Sylus slides two fingers into you, shortly thereafter proceeding to open you up on three of his fingers so you can take him with ease. But just when you think he’ll let you come, he pulls away entirely, leaving you to cuss at him as your legs meet the cool cotton sheets once more. Now you'd understand the ponytail, at least; he was just trying to keep his hair out of the way while he devoured your wetness—unobscured and unhindered.
He peels away from you to fully undress himself, opting to keep the hairstyle for now, seeing as you’d ogled the new look earlier. Now stark naked, Sylus kneels back onto the bed before you, crawling back over until he stops just short of you, stroking his weeping length with a soft groan. He takes his lower lip between his teeth, murmuring expletives at both the pleasure and the way your lidded gaze seems to be drinking everything in.
“Hands and knees for me, kitten. I don't think I can promise to go easy on you tonight,” he practically growls, making you mentally say your prayers. The hows and whys weren't nearly as important as the whos and whens—you wanted him, now.
As you finish accommodating yourself into his requested position, Sylus grabs your hips, rutting his thick length against your ass. “My poor little kitten didn’t get to cum.. How badly do you want to me inside you, sweetie? Tell me,” his teasing side was out in full force today. And when he wanted you to beg, you knew you’d never get anywhere until you did, the man had a heart of gold… but a will of steel. Already weak in the knees from his skilled tongue, you decide to acquiesce.. this time.
“Please, please Sylus.. Fuck me, need you to fill me up–“ You gasp at the sensation of him entering you in one rough push. Certainly wet enough, certainly stretched enough, but completely taken aback by the sudden intrusion nonetheless. Shock aside, Sylus has to wrap his arms around your waist just to hold you up, your knees buckling and arms giving way once he begins thrusting mercilessly into your tightness. “Oh gods– Sylus!” You slur your words, face halfway into the pillow before he clicks his tongue and pulls you up so that your body is flush against his, sitting up on just your knees now.
“There's no god who could ever take you from me.. Say my name instead if you're calling out to anyone." Astra be damned, he'd rewrite the stars to keep you at his side. Sylus grunts, the ancient, primal urge to claim you still present even without the wings and scales. "Want to hear that pretty little collar, kitten.. But it just won’t do if you’re hiding that from me.”
No longer able to seek solace in the pillows to muffle your cries, Sylus bites at your shoulder and sucks yet another lovely mark into your skin, now focused on making a trail of them to your other shoulder. You fumble to apologize for the noise, but he merely shushes you and pushes your legs open wider, using his other hand to pull on your hair as he slows his thrusts to hit slower, deeper. You're left reeling, like you could feel his cock hitting so far up your solar plexus you had no idea if you had hit Nirvana (or Tartarus) with the stars dancing behind your eyelids.
The persistent jingling of the bell was only heightened when he sets you back down in all fours, rabbiting his hips so quickly the sound becomes more like one long, constant chime emanating from the plush velvet choker. Strands of drool and a line of stray tears ran down your face from the sheer, animalistic pleasure you find yourself drowning in. And you'd do it time and time again just to feel this close to him, like your souls weren't merged enough yet for your liking.
Your thighs convulsed as the tell-tale signs of your incoming orgasm approached. Sylus continues to thrust deeply into you as he approaches his own orgasm, helping you rapidly reach your own by rubbing at your clit just the way he knows drives you crazy. Without warning, you come hard—possibly harder than you ever had before—feeling like you could tear at the seams as you end up squirting onto Sylus’s thighs and your mattress for the first time. His eyes nearly roll back into his head at the mere thought of having made you come this hard, let alone the feeling of it. Sylus just manages to pull out in time to finish in spurts all over your ass, panting and trembling all the while he fucks his hand to completion.
Entirely breathless and in utter disbelief, both of you catch your breaths in the mess that is your bed, covered in an unpleasantly sticky mixture of your combined releases. Sylus coos about how well you did for him, about how hard you came, and about what a good girl you were for him. Too exhausted and far too sore, you simply let him take care of cleaning up as he takes the choker off and carries you into the tub he'd prepared. Sylus joins you moments later, only after he’d changed the sheets and started on the laundry. As he slips in behind you, carrying you onto his lap, you turn to kiss his jaw. You’d forgotten all about his little ponytail until your hands couldn’t find purchase comfortably in his ashen locks. He grins at your glee, feeling you playing with his barely-there ponytail before leaning back down to kiss you. Long, slow drags of his lips against yours, a melding of tongues as your submerged bodies intertwine beneath the surface of lukewarm bathwater.
“You know,” Sylus starts, reaching his hand up to rub some spit off your chin before cupping it tenderly, “all this water… and you’re still only half as wet as you were for me earlier.” He lets out a loud, boisterous laugh upon the roll of your eyes, enamored wholeheartedly by your very being; but often far too shy to ever be able to put his sappiest thoughts into spoken words. (The one time he did, he was grateful you were already asleep.)
Perhaps one day he’ll work up the courage to tell you exactly how much he truly loves you, down to the details. About how he'd let the galaxy burn if it meant keeping you safe, about how he thought of you as his greatest treasure, about how he lived in constant fear he might lose you again. But for right now, he decides he’ll simply enjoy every moment he gets to share with you under the same sky, finally reunited once more in this lifetime despite all odds and incidents.
And as you’re falling asleep in his arms that night, you hear the twinkling of your new favorite necklace being set back onto the nightstand, just before you feel an innocent kiss placed upon your cheek.
“I think you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, sweetie,” Sylus whispers while gently stroking over your hair, mistakenly assuming you’d already fallen asleep at the slow, rhythmic sound of your breathing. "I don't know how I ever became so fortunate to have you in my life."
“Hehe.. I you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me too, Lil S,” you murmur in response. A whisper of "I love you" is the last thing past you lips as you drift off into your own sense of moonlit peace. Sylus is left to mull over his own short-lived shock, a soft smile the likes only you could summon from his lips. And here he thought he couldn't possibly love you any more, heart full to bursting. But you always did have a habit of proving him wrong.. And gods, did he hope you'd continue to do so, 'till the very end of your days.
