𝒮𝒫𝒪𝑅𝒯𝒮 𝒞𝒜𝑅 - 𝒮𝒴𝐿𝒰𝒮 𝒳 𝑅𝐸𝒜𝒟𝐸𝑅
𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑁109 𝑍𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑆𝑦𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑢𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑓, ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎 𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑁109 𝑍𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟. 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑒?
𝐶𝑊: 𝐴𝐷𝑈𝐿𝑇/𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑐𝑎𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑥, 𝑐𝑜𝑤𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙, 𝑐𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑠, 𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙 (𝑚/𝑓 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔), 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 (𝑣𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙) 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒, (𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑒𝑡 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠: 𝑘𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛, 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦), 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 (𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦) - 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 (𝐼’𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝐼 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒)
𝐴/𝑁: 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤… 𝐼 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡, 𝑏𝑜𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑛! 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑎𝑦... 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑛, 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑆𝑦𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐿𝐴𝐷𝑆 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟. 𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝑉𝑌 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑐… 𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑡’𝑠 𝑏𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 <3
Sylus watches the clock tick by, every grueling moment he has to listen to men unable to conduct business in the N109 zone rampage through his mind. His leg jitters ever so slightly under the long table where his business partners sit. With a racing mind, he is becoming more impatient, each presentation boring, desperate, and most of all irritating.
“If all you’re going to propose is essentially murder, I am afraid I have to decline.” He snarkily remarks to the man currently racking his brain for a work around to his proposal clearly trying to claw to power among Sylus’s protocore testing.
The men make eye contact, it is brief but Sylus can see three things immediately. The first, the man is clearly nervous, a pathetic sweat washes over his forehead where his receding hairline seems to be getting the better of him. Two, this meeting was taking exceptionally too long and it was not worth his time in the slightest, he would deal with that repercussion later. Finally, he really wanted, no, needed to see you.
Sylus is a simple man, despite the lavish lifestyle the crime lord surrounds himself in, he is not difficult to please. A simple red wine, a vinyl record, even some light reading takes the edge off his week, usually.
Today though, he just could not wrap his head around it. None of those things were appetizing. There was something pressing him, something lingering in his subconscious. He cannot relax as everything and nothing lingers aimlessly in his head. Sylus’s muscular leg is still steadily tapping beneath the table as the business men ramble about, the compression of his suit pants becoming overwhelming against his skin.
“Look there is clearly a market here for this Mr.Sylus.” They are pleading, he likes when they do this.
“Mr. Greyhound, if I wanted a million people dead, I’d do it myself. What you're proposing simply is not rational.” Sylus was all for murder when necessary, but what was being proposed to him felt like an insult. “You want me to ensure that the N109 essentially doesn’t exist, and I can't have that.” He smirks knowing what comes next.
Sylus stands from his seated position looking toward the large conference room door. At that exact moment Luke and Kieran fly in; they both hold small grenades of smoke that slide into the room. One goes over the table and the other underneath, in mere moments the business men are on the floor and Sylus is striding down the hall.
“Dont worry boss.” Luke begins.
“We’ll take care of them.” Kieran finishes.
“Good.” Sylus begins. “I’m going out for a bit, see to it everything is disposed of when I return,” He pauses. “And boys” Another pause as the twins look to him heads cocked. “Don’t disappoint me.” He finishes as the two red-heads adjust their masks before closing the towering doors behind them.
Sylus needed to cure this rambunctious behavior enveloping him now; before it got out of hand. The best cure to his frustrations, you.
Every few weeks you get a full day off, one where you can simply relax, allow yourself to subside in every guilty pleasure. Whether its reality television, sweets, or just lazing about and doing absolutely nothing, you love it.
Currently you lay on your apartment couch scrolling on various social media websites. Not out of boredom, but out of intrigue, something you often don’t get to do in this lifetime. Lucky for you your days off were often just you. Living alone was essentially a luxury, not being in a relationship, that was a bonus during times like these. No commitments, no beck and calls, just you, your couch and
Your phone vibrates and you fight the urge to swipe the message up, ignoring its sender who you know is about to ask you to do anything but relax on your one day off.
Sylus: Rumor has it its your day off Kitten?
Sylus: Wanna go for a joyride later?
You bite your lip inquisitively. Sylus was an enigma to you, you’d met him a few months ago while searching for the aether core in the N109 zone when he kidnapped you, among other unspeakable actions. After seeing his fortitude and a hint of non-performative righteousness in him you decided to give him a leash.
You keep him just far enough from your personal life and just close enough to your professional one that boundaries were never crossed. Though, you still can’t deny the butterflies you get whenever he messages you.
You aren’t unaware of that condescension about your personal life. Still, you can't deny the ruby-eyed man with the body of a Greek God still trailed in your mind every so often. Usually late at night, when you need to burn off some steam before sleep.
Okay, so you have masturbated to the idea of the crime lord, may the Deepspace Gods sue you! Still, you are a rational person and you kept that idea far in the back of your mind. That was between you and your bedsheets.
Your brain trails debating what to answer. If you say yes, your day off is surely going to become you cleaning up some mess you did not sign up for. If you say no, and gods-forbid you did, you may end up in a body-bag. This is not in the slightest bit true, but you needed a really good reason to say yes. Before you can respond you receive another text.
Sylus: I need to see you.
That second message, that flusters you beyond explanation. Sylus, overlord of the N109 zone needed to see Linkon’s star hunter. What could he possibly want with you? Sure, he said a joyride, but a ‘joyride’ usually ended with a bullet wound or several scrapes upon both your bodies. He needs to see you… what does that even mean?
Your mind is fluttering, as are other parts of you and that’s when it hits. It was your day off, you were far from ready. You shove the cozy blanket off of your overheating body and run to your bathroom. Thoughts of what Sylus could possibly need with you slithering around in your mind, among other places.
Sylus was assuredly frustrated. He could feel it all over his body, from the tension headache forming in his skull to the tips of his toes arching over his gas pedal, but most especially in his dick.
He discovered the throbbing in the seat of his pants not long after entering his Mercedes Benz. The glass roof reflecting the moonlight of the N109 zone, and Sylus’s renowned tension that was slowly overtaking his ability to think straight.
When he was like this, he would text you, asking how you are, if you wanted to take a ride, and when he couldn’t commit to making a move on you would have you handle some ‘business’ with him. Easy odd jobs that he would usually send Luke and Kieran on, but he loved to see you in action.
The way you shot the guns he loaned you out of fear of using your association weapon. The furrow in your brow when he led you into the abandoned outskirts of the N109 zone filling you in on who needed to be taken out. The glassy sheen of sweat that wiped over your face after, even that was sexy to him. All of those images would be saved in his consciousness, saved for after he took you home; saved for after walking you to the door of your building; saved for after anxiously waiting till he could return to his mansion; saved for when the door locked and his breath hitched as his touched himself to the thought of you.
Sylus was eager for you, he has spent his whole life waiting for you after all. Except after his cruel and unusual fuck-up in first meeting you, he knew you kept him on a strictly professional leash. Which meant, he had to keep his thoughts, and dick, to himself.
It wasn’t that Sylus wouldn’t be bold enough to make a move. He would love nothing more than to be nose deep inside of you as you pull at strands of hair screaming his name. No, Sylus understood the consequences of those moves. He knew that you may be uncomfortable with him, based on previous interactions. He knew that if he wanted this, he would have to wait for it. So he took you on missions instead.
He had to admit it though, the leash you kept him on was attractive too. The way you set boundaries so clearly with him, he was entirely whipped. He knew this fact, he was deeply aware of the jealousy that overstepped him when he sent Mephisto to check on you only to find you languidly with another man. Often one night stands, but still, it crept up on him, this unbearable feeling that beat at his brain even in the most important of meetings.
Sylus could not get to you faster. His foot heavy on the gas pedal, speedometer flipping between 100,110, back to 100, up to 120, he simply could not keep consistent as his fingers pester the steering wheel wishing they were elsewhere.
The clock strikes 8:50 as he approaches your Linkon apartment building. One thing about Sylus, no matter the situation, he was never late.
The summer heat was no stranger to Sylus, especially living where he did. Somewhere coated in cesspools of smoke at all times, a danger not just to the lungs, but the body too. The heat wasn’t the only thing that had him sweaty as he rang the buzzer for your apartment, your voice coated in static buzzing back over.
“Sorry, give me just a second to put some things away!” Your frantic voice echos in Sylus’s mind, the lump in his throat now matching the one slowly pressing against the fabric of his pants.
He waits the extra few moments for you to make your way to the door, breath htiching in anticipation. Would you wear something combat ready or would you come comfortable. The answer that Sylus was not ready for reveals itself behind the entry door of the Linkon city apartments.
There you stand, an all black outfit including, a miniskirt with tights, a long sleeve scoop-neck, chunky mary-janes, and a pearl necklace adorning your neck. The outfit was simple compared to Sylus’s more lavish style as his black suit with a luxurious black and red detailed jacket adorns over his shoulders. Still Sylus freezes as he has his fourth realization of the day.
He is so incredibly fucked.
You would be lying if you said that you weren’t ever so mildly - extremely- nervous to see Sylus tonight. You were weak in the knees when you saw the man that towered in front of you and rightfully so.
You’ve seen this outfit on him before, the night you met and the night of the auction. Both times it did something unspeakable to you. Something pornographic crossed your mind both times, an outfit whose details you memorized while you yourself whined out pornographic things in the late of night thinking of it.
“Miss hunter, you know how to dress to impress dont you?” He isn’t necessarily asking, but it comes out with a loose undertone.
“As do you.” You find your footing as he holds out his toned arm to escort you out of the apartment walkway.
You and Sylus have a particular report with one another. He’s snarky and simultaneously flirtatious. You on the otherhand, you're quickwitted and sardonic, not usually taken in by his ‘advances’; not that they were real. Still, something about the way you can’t feel him breathing has you questioning that ‘need’ from earlier.
He opens the passenger side door placing a hand above your head as you step down into the car to keep you from hitting the door opening.
You know this car like the back of your hand now. Sylus has two modes of transportation, his motorcycle, and his car. Rarely though were you ever a passenger on the motorcycle. Not out of your own disinterest, in fact you’d enjoyed the times you had to quickly hop on the back, the thrill of the chase down roared through you every time. No, it wasn’t your choice. It was Sylus’s. One you still didn’t quite understand, but one you would not question.
“Safety first.” Sylus reaches across you and pulls down your seatbelt with a slick ease pulling it into the notch with a ‘click’.
Your breath hitches completely, the undeniable tension boils in your chest, heat rising to your cheeks as you look at the man next to you. His jaw piercingly sharp, white hair messily rugged, and shoulders straight as he looked ahead allowing the car to warm up. This was the kind of moonlit image you’d imagine while snaking your hand under your covers and into the thin fabric of your panties later.
As your mind raced with impure thoughts Sylus’s hand snaked its way behind your headrest, his fingertips rest behind the seat head, but his vast palm lay close to your cheek. What you wouldn’t give to inch a little closer, feel the warmth of his palm against you.
What were you thinking? This was Sylus, leader of Onychinus, N109 zone's most feared overlord, and here you were actively fantasizing about his hands in all sorts of places.
You turn your head away from him with a noticeable sharpness that stops him in his tracks. You know the thoughts racing in your head are wrong, things that if he ever found out would give him pause to work alongside you.
“Everything alright kitten?” Sylus can see the shift in your expression, a forced stoicism that now forces out your next sentence.
“Perfectly fine. Let’s go.” You mumble, there is no mystery to be mustered, your report has dropped, you subside into your seat hoping it will swallow you whole. The night sky illuminates your flushed expression as Sylus grips the steering wheel with a new determination.
“Hold on tight then.” He revs his engine slowly exiting the still lit street of your apartment complex.
Sylus is a patient man. He is, he swears by it, but the way you are twitching in the seat next to him is driving him insane. The drive started so well. Sylus carefully exited the streets of Linkon attempting not to test your patience as a renowned hunter who must ‘abide by the laws’ as you’ve said many times.
Once he hits the outskirts between Linkon and N109 zone his speedometer can barely keep up, racing from 90 to 120 fluctuating between 150 and 180. The streets were empty and even if the sidewalks weren’t Sylus was beyond paying attention to that as he watched you toy with the hem of your long sleeve.
His patience wears thinner at each turn, every corner you clutch to his clenched bicep like a buoy about to save you from the tide. He blows past stop signs and red lights watching your eyes shut in anticipation, even fear was sexy on you. He is barely contained, each speed bump an extra additive of friction as his body hits the air settling back to his seat dick touching the seam of his dress pants.
His hunger only festered further for you when you spoke up at a slow point. Voice shaky, nerves flowing through you, there was no concealing that to him.
“So,” You pause, clearly focusing on the next words about to leave your mouth. “I have to assume there is a bounty or hit tonight right?” Sylus sicks his foot to the brake, the car coming to a halting stop in the middle of the road barely illuminated by the gaseous sky.
“Do you think I only bring you on these rides for work?” He is more offended by this than the offer of murder landed on him earlier. How could you not have noticed the lump angrily festering in his lap?
You feel ridiculous, Sylus had made it clear to you after the incidents with the aether core he considered you someone he wanted to keep close. It was you that put him on the leash.
“No nothing like that, its just-” You pause as Sylus turns to you; his ruby-eyes crawl over your body with a glint of desperation flooding them.
“Just what kitten, use your words.” He teases through his tone; if he couldn’t get a hold on this conversation, Sylus would be wrecked in a moment the why your voice faltered.
“Just, we don’t usually come out of this clean, or empty handed.” You finish, nerves rage through your body, hands clammy, voice shot; the man was a vision, a smug face that only you could find attractive.
Sylus could not bear the tension anymore. He couldn’t sit and bear watching you writhe in that little skirt, he couldn’t bear the business meetings where all he wanted to do was take you back to the N109 zone and bend you over the table, and he sure as holy hell could not bear the aching in his now fully erect cock. Sylus was usually bold with you, making how he felt entirely clear, but he supposes it was not clear enough.
He leans closer to you, he can feel the heat radiating off of you. His mouth curls into a smirk as he grazes your ear, a soft whisper exiting him.
“My dear, if you let me have my way right now, neither of us would come out of this clean.” A small mewl rises from your chest into your throat and out of your mouth.
You both feel it, the tension between you two shot by a fully loaded gun. It shoves itself between you two like a bullet in the chest. Sylus’s hand reaches to your thigh gripping it with fervence. Your body stiffens then suddenly, loosens a wash of relief flooding over you as a car honks behind you.
Sylus lingers for a moment, eyeing your face for disappointment, enthusiasm, something. It’s too dark to truly tell if you were thrilled for the car behind you or not. He reaches back into his seat and revs the engine taking off until he reaches a familiar corner.
The alleyway to the bar where he saved you for the first time, not counting the graveyard incident. He comes to a halting stop, the car engine still running, the shushed rattle of the engine echos in the dark walkway. In a flash a vision is above you, red eyes flutter over your sight, searching.
Then you hear it, a small desperation, a whimper.
“Sylus are you okay?” Your nerves are rattled, your heart is pounding and you hope he doesn’t notice what that did to you.
“I need you to tell me miss hunter;” his breath hitches as you lean closer into the gap between you, “do you want this as badly as I do?” He asks, desperation slipping seductively out of him. Even Sylus made whining hot.
You can feel it now, the dripping pool slicking up between your thighs as you tighten your legs uncomfortably. You pray he doesn't notice, he does.
He didn’t care how desperate he sounded when he could feel the exhaustive throbbing begging to be released. Sylus is a patient man, but now, more than ever, his patience was running thin. Iit was one thing if you didn’t want him, but as his hand lays closer to your entrance, he accidentally comes into contact with the pool in your core.
“I’ll ask one more time.”
“Shut up and fuck me already.” You swallow the lump in your throat, the lump you’d been holding onto since he showed up at your doorway, since he texted you this afternoon, ever since you met Sylus this lump has been itching at you. Until now, it lay dormant, midnight dreams and fingers that barely filled you, building up tension. Now though, you give in, letting fantasy mix with reality.
You have to admit, the shuffle into the backseat of Sylus’s car was exceptionally awkward. He led you with ease, laying you down on the backseat, but his long and bulky figure was tormented between the seats. Out of sheer frustration he simply stood up, opened the door walking around the car and slid into the backseat.
You couldn’t help the giggle that emitted out of you as it happened. An offended Sylus now hovers over your body. The hints of neediness still present, but now it was domineering and lustful, but still smug as ever.
“Did you find that funny my dear?” His posh-esque tone gives you pause, but you must admit his inability to be slick about any movement was incredibly funny.
You look at him a small laugh now fully escaping your lips and he smirks devilishly. You had him in a death grip just by the sound of your voice. Before you can finish the second fit of giggles he is on you in a feverish kiss.
His lips are warm, scorned like fire in a roasting pit, they envelope you with a languidness you never felt with anyone else. It was a rare occasion you even had time for sex, let alone a hot and heavy makeout session, but when you did, nothing compared to the ravenous and sensual feeling this was giving you.
Sylus pulls away for a brief moment, a hot string of spit pulling between you two, a visible tie to desperation. You can see it in his eyes, the uncertainty, should he have this, take what he wants, finally, after waiting for so long? His gaze is softer than usual, fearful even.
“Are you absolutely sure, because if I start, there is no stopping me. I have waited for this and I don’t know how much I can control myself.” His voice is laced in distress, fearful of the idea you will regret this. Sylus can handle other people thinking he's a horrendous monster, but you, that he could never bear.
“Sylus.” You keep eye contact with him as your hand slithers its way down his face, cupping his cheek which he subtly leans into, down his toned chest, and finally just below his belt buckle where his bulge lay, thick, hard, and agonizing him as you feather your finger tips over it. “I want this. I want you.”
In a flash he is back on top of you. Feverish, hot, slick kisses as he barely keeps himself up throwing off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. You try to slip off your shoes but find yourself in a frustrated state, stupid laces.
Sylus is a monster of a man, you can tell when he reveals his bare chest to you, abs rippling down, completely toned, strong arms scratched and scared all over. What made your mouth stop moving entirely though was the v-line that carved out one long vein trailing into his pants. Fuck.
Sylus was a giant among men and your rationality would be out of the window if you didn’t admit you were afraid, very afraid of what he was hiding beneath what you could already feel.
“Don’t fret sweetie, you come first, always.” He says this as fact and you wrtihe just a little at it.
Sylus may be losing his mind watching your dishelved self at the sight of him, something his ego would never allow him to think of. Still, he was a gentleman first and foremost. He lifts each of your legs, carefully untying your shoes throwing them to the front of the car. He carefully lifts the hitch of your ass and takes off your tights careful not to cause a tear. Sylus knows that as much as he’d spoil you with anything after this, you’d fight him tooth and nail on it.
So he treats you carefully, delicately. Despite the aching, he is doing his best to keep you comfortable, knowing the backseat of his car was not the first place he’d want to devour you whole. He would've preferred you in his bed, in your apartment, on the table or floor of his conference room, but this would have to do.
Sylus is lost in thoughts before he hears the whine that comes out of you. You're in just as much agony as he is, he chuckles to himself.
“Your’e so wet for me already, what a beautiful sight.” He watches as your body trembles beneath his touch, eyes shut in anticipation. “No, you're going to watch me devour you.” His voice rasps and you feel a pit in your stomach as he whsieprs in your ear. “Or else we stop now.”
Sylus knew better. The way you were writhing beneath him, you didn’t want him to stop as much as he knew he wouldn’t. When your eyes finally open Sylus looks to you, softness re-envelopes him.
“Just breathe okay. If its too much, you tell me. Just talk to me.” He’s losing it as he slips your panties down revealing your exceptionaly drenched core. Practically salivating at the sight he gets to work immediately hitching your legs over his broad shoulders.
Sylus knew how to work pussy. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t spend a lot of time figuring it out. He wanted to please you, he wanted to do anything for you. So he plays this smart. A few lazy and flat licks to start, getting you warmed up to the feeling. Then his mouth starts at your clit, ringing circles around it, sucking with reverence in between every few licks.
You're a mess immediately, your moans like music to his ears as he keeps taking long stride licks, bottom to top paying extra attention to the sensitive bud that pulses at his touch. He can feel you slicken not just from his spit but your own fluid rubbing over his jaw. He goes at this for a few minutes savoring the taste of you as he takes you in with his tongue. Then he hears it, nothing.
He pulls back for a moment looking at you, face slick with you all over him. “What did I say about talking kitten? Are you okay?”
Your fucked out face says it all, it’s not that you don’t want to talk, it’s that you physically can’t. He sheepishly smiles to himself, eyes set on you as he goes back down, mumbling into your pussy one last sentiment. “You can control this any way you want.” With that whisper of permission you grab onto his shaggy hair and push him back into you.
Sylus goes faster, faster licks, harder suckling, he is addicted to the gasps you take now, clearly closer to the edge as his nose pushes against your clit over and over. The stimulation sends shock waves down your spine as you pull him as deep as you can into you. The laugh he lets out beneath you vibrates through your entire body, as he continues licking rings and that’s when you feel a tight knot form in your stomach.
“Sy- lus” Your breath is gone, you can barely utter his name.
“Go ahead, beautiful, let go.” He is still working at you, the sound of your squelching insides reverberates through your ears and your vision goes hazy.
Sylus takes stride after stride until you finally let loose. A silent scream exits your throat as your back arches, Sylus’s large hand being the only thing holding you down and open as he pushes you further and further over the barrier you’ve already broken. Your hips bucks, but he doesn’t stop as you cum on his face, Sylus cleans you entirely, not leaving your core until he collects every last precious jeweled drop.
When he feels satisfied he leans up, the pressing issue of the night becoming clear to you both. Your mouth feels dry, not just from the orgasm but the fact his erection managed to look bigger now.
Sylus notices your eyes widening. “You don’t have to do anything, I can just take care of this later.”
“No.” You interject, much louder than you anticipated despite being hazy.
“No?” His head cocks, Sylus feared the moment you finally saw him like this, but your reaction, that surprised him more.
“I want to. I just, can we take it slow?” Nerves re-shoot through your body, the anticipation overwhelming.
“Anything you want.” Sylus’s heart is practically beating out of his chest now. “Do you want to see it first, maybe that’ll ease you a bit.” He’s being incredibly cautious with you.
You nod as Sylus goes to remove his belt, immediately he is stopped by your smaller hand clutching over him.
“Let me.” You whisper as you move his hand to the side. If Sylus was a worse man you’d be bent over already, screaming his name till your voice was gone, only traces of air remaining. Still, he lets you lead, your slow teasing hands fidgeting with the latch, unclasping it before unbuttoning his trousers and shooting the zipper down, your knuckles just grazing over his frustrated erection.
Once his pants are at his knees, you stare fearfully at the tent hiding beneath boxers. Your eyes fixated on the monster you are about to unveil, but curiosity has nine lives, or however the saying goes.
Your hands cradle Sylus’s sturdy hips gripping at his wait band before pulling it down with searing hesitation. What you did not expect to meet unleashes before you. Roughly speaking, Sylus is long, not painfully at least, his tip angry, already leaking pre-cum as your eyes wandered down to the sheer girth of him. Sylus was thick and that was when the lump in your throat returned.
“We can stop.” He whispers. “This is not a quid pro quo arrangement.” His other limb betrays him, clearly.
He means it though, Sylus never wanted you to hate him, be uncomfortable with him, let alone afraid of him, or in this case his dick. Sylus has wanted this for so long, but he was willing to wait an eternity for it. He was willing to only pleasure you for the rest of his life, if it meant he could wipe away the look in your eyes.
“This is insane.” You mumble before your hand reaches around his shaft feeling around him, inspecting.
Sylus cannot take this agony, but he’s a good man - a good man fucking you in the back of his sports car- but a decent man nonetheless. Thus he won’t rush you or pick you up and fuck you hard, he just lets you play with his very swollen cock.
“I can do it. I think at least.” You fiddle with his leaking tip drawing your finger over the slit as his breath hitches.
“Yeah. One request though.” Sylus looks down, you’re still a slick mess in front of him, pussy leaking out from a few minutes prior. Whatever you're about to ask he already knows he’ll do. He eyes you, letting you continue. “I want to be on top.” Shit.
Sylus agrees. A dream come true honestly. He props himself into the middle seat sliding both legs on either side fo the driver and passenger seats. He then hoists you into his lap settling you on thick muscular thighs just inches away from where he really wants you.
You watch as Sylus moves his left hand to hold your back steady, as his right reaches back to your clit. He rubs lazy circles on it setting you right back into a speechless momentum. When he feels you reaching the edge again he takes one long finger snaking it into your walls. The gasp you let out is violent.
“Oh god!” You shout finally finding your voice again, you didn’t realize he took prep this seriously.
“Can you take two? I think you can especially after earlier, my little vixen.” That strangely gets you; a vixen you are not, but Sylus knows no different. He watched you tease his erection like a game, orgasam obscenely on his tongue, he needs you to take two.
Sylus goes at this for another minute, rubbing hard circles with his thumb while pumping his index finger in and out of you. You're crumbling in front of him, he watches as your mouth shapes into a perfect ‘o’. When he feels your hips buck ever so slightly he snakes in his longer middle finger. You are teetering the edge. His hand works overtime covered in your slick juices as he finds the perfect spot that has you moaning out.
“There we go,” he hums to himself knowing he could do this all day. “Atta girl.” Just like that, you're sent over the edge cumming in this lap and all over his hand.
What you didn’t expect to see next was Sylus consciously taking his hand and dropping his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean.
“You are perfect, but you taste even better.” He hoarsely admits as you sigh, chest heaving from the tense build up that just released from your body.
Sylus gives you a second to recoup, painfully rolling on a condom before he settles you directly over his still leaking cock.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this. Wanted you.” There was that desperation again, the fear that no matter what he did, he would lose you, you’d crawl off of him and leave him cold, alone, and desperate.
“I have to tell you something,” You shyly admit, arms sneaking to your sides as you balance on your knees still.. “I think about you sometimes.” Your knees drop slightly, your hole just grazing his tip, he hisses in a tense relief as you slip off your black long sleeve, tits now eye line with Sylus.
“Tell me what you think about it.” He’s stunned, your face flush red, slicked in sweat, but somehow still, incredibly beautiful. He moves between your face, your tits, and your pussy unsure of where to put his focus as you speak. He cannot believe what he thinks you're about to admit.
“Well, sometimes.” You should be embarrassed, you should stop talking, but you continue. “I touch myself to your image.” Sylus stares at you, those bright eyes wide with enchantment. “I think about us, in this exact position.” You finish hands fishing off the last hook of your bra tits settling down. That's enough for Sylus to break as he slips the first inch into you, a mix of groans settling between you both.
“I think about you too.” He’s stuttering over his words. “A lot.” The next inch slides in and you're already clenching around his sheer thickness filling you. “Today.” Another inch.
“Today?” You ask, one word question and answers might be your new normal the way he currently teases your aching cunt.
“Whenever we do these rides.” Fourth inch in and you’re shaking, he can feel it and it drives him nuts. “I always plan on making a move.” He pulls out for a moment leaving you with just his tip again, you wince. “ I just haven’t till now.” This time you take the lead pushing yourself back onto him taking in his last two inches the abundance of his width jamming into you with an overwhelming charge. “Fuck.” He whispers quietly a staccato in his heaving breaths.
He knew from the moment he say you at the door of you Linkon apartment he was utterly and completely fucked, but he didn’t think you’d be the one doing the fucking.
“Sy-lus!” You are crying out as he bottoms out in you, the depths of which he hits turning your brain into absolute mush as your tits recoil ever so slightly.
“I know baby, I know.” His voice is brash and hoarse, you're clearly not the only one losing your mind.
He takes his time, slowly pulling back out, one inch out, then back in, two inches out then back in, and so forth; your body shakes from each vertical motion. His balls graze over your ass each time you fall back onto him and he couldn’t be more blissful about it.
“What-” Out. “About.” In. “To-” Out. “Day?” In. Your voice is shaking, your body convulsing each time shoves himself back into you, mid-sentence his free hand not holding you stady made its way back to your puffy clit working lazy circles as his eyes focused on the pearl necklace adorning you. The only piece of clothing left on your body.
“I-” He could barely focus the way you were taking him, your body shaking in pleasure, still he continues. “I was so bored, so distracted by the thought of you-” He rubs at you harder, faster. “Of this pussy, I just- I needed you.” He whines out as his pace becomes more rapid, uncontrolled, drilling in and out of you.
“Oh My-” You’re gasping for air at this point, so full you can barely breathe.
You realize now that he needed to see you because he wanted to fuck you. Pleasure washes over you as your clit becomes unfathomably sensitive every touch he prys at it sending waves through you. You’re clenching onto Sylus as your nails dig into his shoulders eliciting a hiss out of him. You feel his pace become frantic, unhinged even.
Sylus is not a tease, he wants you to release, he needs you to even. He watches your face tighten, lips pursing as you try to silence your moans.
“Look at you. So perfect.” He’s pounding into you now. “Can you cum for me? Please.” He doesn’t care if he soudns pathetic anymore, he’s waited eternity for this and he can’t believe you want him.
“I’m about to-” You cry out now feeling the hand on your back fish around to your opposite hip holding you steady as Sylus continues his rapid pace. “ ‘s too much I-”
“Just let go sweetie.” He moans into your ear as his hand continues working at your clit sending you into overdrive.
You are seeing stars the overwhelming feeling of Sylus, the fact youre completely naked in his car, the fact that you’re about to cum all over him takes you into a state of daze. That’s when you feel it, you clench one last time, pit building in your stomach before you completel let go, fluids spilling out of you and all over Sylus, your body loosens and tightens as he still frantically works at you working you over the finish line.
Unsure of yourself and his motives you shake your head, still moaning out from pleasure. “I don’t think I can.” You cry out overstimulation heating up in you.
“Try, for me.” He begs, utterly entranced by the sight he just witnessed, he wants to see it again and again.
He continues all of his earlier motions but faster, thrusting into you, thumbing with vigor at your clit until you find yourself teetering over the edge, climaxing for the fourth time tonight, maybe fifth, you just can’t remember now as you feel hazy.
“Syluusss!” You lisp out your body collapsing over his, foreheads touching, chests heaving in sync.
“Told you that you could it.” He whispers, still knowing that despite him being completely in you, he has not climaxed yet.
“Did you?” You sit up with his help looking down and then back at him eyes wide with blown out lust.
“No, but it’s okay, you’ve done enough love.” He says, and he means it, but the words that just left his mouth had you subconsciously tightening again.
You graze yourself up again and he stops you before you can slide back down. “That’s a dangerous game you’re playing.” He hisses knwoing that he was lucky enough that you didnt get him in this position before or he turly would’ve destroyed you, more than now.
Your lips are covered in your own saliva from biting them downa nd his intermixed kisses earlier. You recall this as you lift yourself off and move to his side.
“Im perfectly calable of oh-!” He’s cut off by your lips coming to kiss his still aching tip. Your hand slipping over his shaft removing the condom he got no use out of. “My dear, you really dont have to, oh that feels-” he pauses. “Good.” Your lips encompass him, one free hand studying you as the other palms at his balls.
“Quid pro quo.” You say before taking half of him in your mouth.
You work at him affectionately, licking long strides over the vein laying on the bottom, placing him in the hollow of your cheek before flattening your tongue and taking him slightly further each time,
Sylus was using everything in his body not to rut into your mouth, completely bottoming out as you deep throat him, but watching your pretty eyelashes that you’d done up for him look at him with lust, that was enough to completely undo him better than anything else he could think of.
In moments Sylus came completely undone in your throat. Ever the pleaser, you swallow, you did say quid pro quo after all. He almost busts again watching your throat bob in retaliation. He is out of breath by the sight of you. He is entranced by everything that encompasses you, and you’d not only taken him whole, but swallowed him too.
Sylus took you back to his place promising to drive you back to Linkon for work in the morning. Tonight though, you were his and he was going to treat you to a warm bath and a lot of massages considering he’d just had incredibly painful backseat sex with you.
As you sit in the passenger seat slipping your shoes back on something daunts over you. What would’ve happened if you took the motorcycle?
“What’s on your mind?” Sylus asks as if he is telepathic.
“If you weren’t planning on having sex with me tonight, theoretically speaking of course, then why didn’t you take your motorcycle?”
“Oh sweetie, you think I wouldn’t have fucked you on the bike with the way you grip onto my waist. That’s why we don’t take it anymore.” Your cheeks flash hot in embarrassment, he didn't let you on the bike because then he really wouldn;t be able to control himself.
“Wait, so you're telling me, we’ve both been silently aware of our own feelings this whole time?”When you say it outloud it just sounds ridiculous.
“I suppose so.” He retorts.
You approach the driveway to the Onychinus manor. Its size is just as intimidating as its owner, in every conceivable way. Sylus parks the car making his way to your door, opening it for you and escorting you out of the car before sliding his arms around you to snake you into a bridal style hold.
“What are you doing?” You yelp giggling ever so slightly.
“Now that I’ve had you kitten, I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.” He seductively whispers into your ear now knowing that everything he’s felt for eternity is reciprocated. Knowing you are so flustered by him because you’ve wanted him too.
You enter the doorway of the manor and are greeted by two out of breath masked figures, Luke and Kieran.
“Boss!” Kieran begins a clear shock in his tone.
“We swear we can handle this.” Luke finishes.
Well, so much for a joyride that didn’t end in a bloodbath.
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