This is all your fault, kitten.
sylus x you || NSFW, 18+ MDNI
summary: You tease Sylus all dinner, and you deal with the consequences;; in the car.
◈ TAGS/TW: (+18) NSFW MDNI. its smut. there's not much plot, unprotected sex, established relationship, semi-public kinda, car sex, p in v (obvi), oral sex
⟐ wc: 4.9k !!
◈ A/N.: This is my first time writing smut, and first time writing fic in a long time.. So sorry for any weird transitions between scenes ! (I tried my best;; ENJOY!)
The night is beautiful, the clear sky is freckled with stars. Looking out your bedroom window, you spot Sylus waiting by his car. He is dressed in his black suit, his signature jacket draped over his shoulders. As he leans against the hood with his arms crossed, he catches your gaze and looks up, a familiar smirk playing on his lips.
You blush, already being late, you hurriedly zip up your wine colored floor length dress. It hugs your waist perfectly, but still leaves enough room for you to move freely. Around your neck rests the onyx and pearl necklace that Sylus gifted you during your first anniversary.
The moment you step outside, the night breeze sends a chill down your spine. Instant regret of your outfit of choice crawls into your mind.
"Didn't check the weather, did you?" He smiles at you.
"It didn't say it would be a little cold.. " you murmur quietly.
Sylus walks up to you, draping his jacket over your shoulders. "Here, think of this as a temporary loan. Interest rates do apply." He lets out a hand for you to reach.
"Oh please, " you retorted playfully, taking his hand to his car.
Silence fills the car, not awkwardness, but a month of yearning. This rare date night is what you both needed. Ever since you left the N109 zone, time together became a luxury. Busy with separate work, you barely had time for one another.
You watch him being focused on driving, his crimson eyes looking straight at the road. You wanted to mess around with him a little. You gently place your hand over his on the center of the console, tracing the lines of his knuckles. "You're being unusually quiet," You whisper, with a little tease in your voice. "Are you always this focused when you drive?"
Sylus smirks, glances down at your hand before fixing his eyes back on the road. "I'm trying to be a good boy, but if you keep sliding your fingers over my hands like that, I might have to pull over."
"I might take you up on that offer," You tease, trailing your fingers down to his thigh, squeezing it.
He gives out a pant, glaring at you, "I thought you'd like to eat first. They have your favorite dessert."
"They still have it?!" You jump in delight. The last time you two went to this skyline bar together, they warned they will discontinue it soon.
"I called to make sure they have it," He gave you a sly grin.
——
The restaurant is dimly lit, with candles decorating each of the tables. The heavy curtains fell shut, cutting off the roar of the city and replacing it with low hum of jazz and amber glows of the candle light.
You get seated by the window, a two seater table draped in a white tablecloth that cascades down to the floor. Beside you there's a window overlooking the city skylines. Below, the streets were alive, glowing with vibrant lights and filled with busy streets.
"How hard was it to get this reservation?" As you turn your gaze away from the glass, you find Sylus already watching you. He's sitting back in his chair, his broad shoulders framing him perfectly against the dim room. His sharp gaze takes you in. His eyes slowly tracking your collarbone, curve of your jaw and then finally, settling on your lips.
Sylus lets out a soft, amused huff. His lips twitching into a broad grin, "Are you trying to see if I lost my touch, or trying to make small talk because you are nervous?" He rests his arm on the table, leaning close enough you can see the warmth in his gaze. "You know, getting a table here is a breeze compared to trying to make time for one another,"
The ambient chatter of the tables around you fade into a dull murmur. The space between you feels tight, the air filled with the heavy weight of forced distance.
A waiter breaks the silence and comes by to set down two clear glasses filled with deep ruby red wine. Sylus must have quietly ordered it while you were distracted by the view.
"You look stunning by the way," He says, his eyes never leaving yours.
You reach for your glass by the stem, gently swirling the liquid inside. "You don't look too bad yourself, boss man." You give him a soft smile.
You take a sip of the wine, hoping it will warm you up. You start chattering, swapping stories about your daily routines, talking about what you both have been up to during the long months apart. It's a careful dance, you both know that. If you don't hold eye contact for a second too long, the calm facade will shatter, and the dinner will be cut short right there and then.
But safe is boring, you think to yourself.
A mischievous gleam ignites in your chest.
You have not seen this man in nearly a year, and his polite, well behaved act is driving you crazy. You want to see him break. You want to force a reaction out of him.
Underneath the tablecloth, you slip one foot out of your shoe. You slowly graze the top of your foot up his leg.
Sylus pauses mid sentence, his eyes narrowing slightly, but he doesn't move away. Instead, a dangerous knowing glint appears in his eyes. "Are you looking for trouble?" He asks quietly, his voice laced with amusement.
"I don't know what you mean," you say innocently, taking another sip of your wine.
Right on cue, the waiter comes by to take your main course orders, "Are we ready to order, or would like a few more minutes?"
"We are ready," you say smoothly, flashing the waiter a polite smile. "I'll have the zucchini carbonara please."
But beneath the table, your actions are anything but innocent. As you speak the words to the waiter, you boldly slide your foot higher, pressing the arch of your foot firmly against his groin.
Sylus freezes mid breath, his posture stiffening instantly. The smooth collected expression on his face breaks for a split second, flashing you a sly smile. His eyes give you a look that tells you, you will be in absolute trouble the moment you leave this room.
"And for the gentleman?" the waiter asks, looking over at Sylus.
Sylus doesn't look at the waiter. His eyes remain locked onto you, blazing with intense heat. He takes a slow, controlled breath before speaking.
His voice was rougher than before, "Bring us whatever is fastest. My companion seems to be in a hurry tonight."
——
You and Sylus get back into his car. You planned to keep up this game. But the moment you sank into the seat, your body betrayed you. The slow rhythmic vibration of the car acted as a perfect lullaby for your food coma.
You tried to fight it, but your eyelids were heavy and you slowly drifted off to sleep.
——
You stir awake from the sound of crushing gravel. You stifled a yawn, stretching your arms against the leather seat before looking out the window. He parked the car in a dark secluded lot at a park. There are quiet chatters in the distance, you can make out a couple going on a late night jog.
Why did he take you here— oh.
A familiar warmth fills your stomach when you realize exactly why he took this detour. Heavy and hot air suddenly fills around you.
"This doesn't look like my apartment building. Did the crow man lose his way, or are you just kidnapping me?" You give out a breathless little laugh, a teasing smile playing on your lips to hide how fast your heart was beating.
But he doesn't answer. As you turn towards him, his gaze is already burning into you. He methodically loosened his collar with slow, agonizing movement that felt like a threat. He cuts the engine, the sudden silence amplifies the sound of your breathing.
"You've been teasing me all evening," The shadow of his dangerous smile crept across his face, leaning across the console closing the distance. He didn't just invade your space, but consumed it. Crowding you until his chest is brushing yours with every breath.
His hands came up to cup your jaw, his thumb pressing firmly into your chin to tilt your face up to his, "Did you think I'd let you off easy,"
Feeling daring, you press him a little further. Biting your lower lip, giving a shy smile, "I have no idea what you mean," your voice a soft cheeky whisper.
His grip tightens just enough to make you gasp. "Don't play innocent with me kitten. You know it drives me absolutely insane."
You let out a nervous cough, "but why here?" You try peering around, the night is still dark, and the car seems to be well hidden from others.
"Well, a certain someone couldn't keep her legs off me during dinner."
"Uh-huh," you answered crossing your arms,
"And I thought this was a perfect place for her punishment,"
Before you can even let out a sound, his lips crash into yours. Shudders go down your spine as he closes the gap between you and him. The suddenness of it makes the world tilt, making your head spin.
Months of pent up desire and waiting is released in a single instant. His movements are driven by a starved desperation that matches the frantic hammering of your own heartbeat.
He grazes his tongue against your lower lip, as if he's asking for permission to enter your mouth. You, of course, grant it instantly. Parting your lips with a soft, broken whimper that is entirely swallowed by the heat of his mouth.
He slid down his hand to grip your waist, settling you between his lap before sliding upwards to cup your breasts through the fabric of your dress. He started to rub around your nipples, the texture of the dress pressing gently on your skin, sending shivers through your core. You wrap your arm tightly around his neck, pulling yourself against his broad chest. Your fingers curl into the strands of his hair, frantically gripping the roots as you are trying to hold yourself as you lose yourself to him.
His taste, touch, his very presence, you can't get enough of. Desperate for more, you wrap your lips around his tongue and suck gently, pouring all of your own unspoken longing into the gesture.
"M-more," You whine greedily into his lips.
"Impatient today are we kitten?" Sylus hums in your lips.
"Stop teasing then," you demand. "You are moving too slow,"
"But who was the one teased at dinner all night. Hm?"
You feel his grin against your lips, his head angling so he can kiss you deeper.
"I missed you, sweetie." His kisses grow demanding and rough. Intoxicating you til your last breath, leaving you starved for air. Your lungs are burning for oxygen as your head spins. Needing to catch your breath, you weakly tug at his hair, trying to get him to detach off you so you can get air, but his grip on you only tightens further.
"S-Sy.." You gasp out, "Sylus… I can't.. I cant breathe,"
Panting heavily, Sylus finally pulls back by a mere few inches. His gaze is on you, burning with desire. His crimson red eyes are tracking the swollen dampness of your lips before he snaps back to your eyes.
He nods towards the back, "Backseat, now. Before I bend you over here and ruin your dress."
Your eyes widening with a mix of breathless anticipation and immediate compliance. For a second you hesitated, you weren't sure if you should get out of the car to move. Thinking it might spoil the mood, you scurriedly climb over the middle trying to squeeze through. In your haste, the hem of your dress hitched up, exposing the bare soft skin of your thighs and bum.
Before you could fully get past the middle, his warm hand reached out. With a sharp playful smack, he slapped your ass.
The sudden contact made you yelp, a flush of heat blooming across your cheeks as you scramble the rest of the way into the backseat.
"H-hey! That's not fair," you say, throwing him a playful, heated look over your shoulder.
Sylus chucked, "I couldn't help it," his voice a velvet rasp that hummed in amusement. "It was right there for my taking."
"That doesn't mean you SHOULD take it," You murmur quietly,
Sylus joined you in the backseat of his car, you take a moment to take in his looks. He looks immaculate. The slight glow from the streetlights cut through the glass painted a warm glow on his face, accentuating his jaw and his ruby eyes.
The air in the car felt heavy, charged with a magnetic pull that made every inch of your skin tingle. You reached out, your fingers tracing the fabric of his shirt. Your eyes travel down to his chest and down to his groin. His cock visibly throbbing. You bite your lower lip, sliding your hand down slowly to his waist and to his belt buckle. You wish to free it but he pins you back down.
"Not yet." His hands firmly closed around your wrists, he guides them back against the seat. "Let me taste you first sweetie,"
He leaned in, the scent of him enveloping you. His lips began a slow, deliberate trail across your jawline, his breath hot against your skin. Every brush of his skin against yours felt hot, leaving you dazed, making the world outside the car disappear.
With efficient movement, he reached the zipper of your dress. He was frantic with it, and as he moved with a sudden haste, a sound of fabric ripping echoed in the car.
"W-wait Sylus… !" You gasp, trying to halt his movement with your hand, "You're ripping it! Be careful, it's my favorite dress."
Sylus didn't even pause, his hands at your waist as he lifted you slightly to slide the dress down. His eyes scanning over your body, "I don't care about the dress," He growled softly, his fingers gliding against your hip. "I'll buy you a hundred more. I'm only interested in what's underneath it."
You obeyed his unspoken cues, helping him slide down the dress. Your movements are swift despite the frantic beating of your heart. As he was tossing the dress over the front seat, you leaned up to whisper cheekily against his ear, "You are so incredibly lucky that I love you."
Sylus let out a genuine laugh, hovering over you. His expression serene, "Is that so kitten?"
His hands rested on your face, his thumb rubbing around your lower lip before stealing a kiss again. Sylus' hand slid down the contours of your waist, hooking his fingers on the waistband of your panties. He moved with an agonizing slowness that felt like a deliberate test of your patience. He stretched out his movements, every second felt like an eternity. Far too slow for your liking.
"Sylus, please.. I-" You plead out, "I need…"
"Mmmm. Need what sweetie?" His low voice vibrated through the car. He reached up, his hand cupping your jaw, his thumb tilting your chin upward to make you gaze at him. "Beg for me."
You meet his dark gaze, your heart ready to combust. The sheer intensity in his eyes were making you breathless, making your skin flush with overwhelming heat.
You let out a desperate, fractured moan, "I- "
Sylus bites lightly at your earlobe, giving a lick making you jolt in sudden sensation. His tongue trailing down your neck and shoulders sucking gently every second, leaving you with marks. With one move, he unclasps your bra, exposing your chest to him.
"Whats it that you want?" With one hand he pinches your nipples, and sucks on the other with his mouth.
"Nngh!"
His nibbles make you squirm, you can feel yourself getting damp in your panties.
You are getting impatient, you try to rub your clit through your panties by grinding against his thighs.
Sylus tuts disapprovingly, "Tell me." He bites gently down on your nipples, "Tell me exactly. What you want."
His free hand started to roam downwards. His thumb found your most sensitive point, pressing against it with a gentle, agonizingly slow circular motion.
"Sylus! I want you," You whimper, the last bit of your pride dissolving under his touch. "I want your tongue on my clit... Please…." You blush hard of embarrassment, you can't believe you gave in that easily.
A dark growl escapes him in satisfaction. "Good girl," he cooed, the praise heavy and warm against your ear. With swift motion, he tosses your panties off. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a brief tender kiss before his mouth began a slow descent.
His kisses left tracks of marks, pressing down around your breasts and across your trembling stomach. Your skin shivered everywhere his lips touched. He lingered at the soft skin of your inner thighs, parting them gently, before finally centering his focus between your folds.
"Wet already for me kitten?"
He teased you at first, his breath just glazing over your swollen skin, mapping the contours of your body with agonizing care. He lapped around your sensitive folds, drinking the sweet nectar that came out of it.
"So beautiful," Sylus breathed, his voice vibrating against you. He ran his tongue from the very bottom of the slip, all the way up to your sensitive clit in one smooth stroke. "You taste divine,"
You let out a squeal turning into a moan, the exact second he finally granted you the pleasure you were starving for. Your fingers dug blindly into the leather as he began to pleasure you with this tongue in slow rhythmic motion.
"A-ah.. Sy-sylus..! "
Your voice broke, completely unable to form coherent words as his mouth centered over your swollen clit, sucking gently. Sylus let out a grunt, fastening his efforts to delve his tongue deeper into you as your body is squirming. The sensation sends sparks throughout your body. Desperate to keep him there, you locked your legs around his shoulders, your nails burying deep into his hair.
Without breaking the rhythm of his mouth, Sylus managed to slide his hand beneath his tongue, his fingers finding your slick entrance. With an effortless, fluid motion, he plunged two fingers deep inside you. He knew your body perfectly, finding your most sensitive spot right away.
"Sylus, hah.." You cry out loudly, tossing your head back against the seat. "Sylus please… p- please don't stop!" You are practically screaming in pleasure. Your words echoing against the glass.
Sylus answered your call by adding in a third finger. His pace shifted into something harder and faster. He angled his hand to ensure you felt the pressure from every possible angle, driving you closer to the edge. The intensity was entirely too much to bear, your thighs tightened, your body drowning in pleasure. With a deliberate, upward curl of his fingers against your most sensitive spot, he pushed you over the precipice.
"Sy- Sylus.. Im.. I'm coming!" Ripples of intense pleasure convulsed through your entire body, leaving you breathless and completely shattered.
As you are coming down from your high, your body quickly becomes limp. Your weight is supported only by Sylus holding you with his arms. Your eyelashes fluttered shut, your chest heaving as you tried to gather enough strength to even breathe. Looking past his shoulder, you noticed the windows had fogged over completely, thick condensation sealing the two of you away from the rest of the world.
"Look at that." You whispered, breathless shaky laugh escaping your lips as you traced a finger against the window. "It's completely fogged up. Anyone walking by is going to know exactly what's happening here…"
The sudden click of a belt buckle brought you snapping back to reality. Before you could fully process the sound, your body jolted with a sudden thrill as the firm, hot tip of his bare shaft brushed against your inner thigh. You shuddered, your eyes flying open as you took in the sheer, imposing size of him.
He pins both of your wrists above your head against the leather seat with one hand. His own chest heaving, his ruby eyes burning with fierce hunger.
“Look at me." He commanded, "I didn't say I was done, did I?" He aligned his cock to your entrance.
"Wai-"
Whatever protest you intended to make was instantly drowned out, swallowed by a breathless cry of pleasure as he pushed his entire length into you in one deep thrust. The sudden fullness made your head spin.
"Fuck you feel so good," He whispered hoarsely into your ear. His breath was searing hot. Releasing your wrists, he brought both of his hands down to grip your waist with bruising intensity, as he began to drive into you.
You cry out in a breathy exhalation of pleasure. Each of his thrust grew faster and deeper. Your hands automatically find his shoulders to hold on for your dear life. The heavy rhythmic impact of his body against yours made you completely dizzy, his tip reaching the depths you didn't know existed.
"Say my name," he commanded, his pace turning relentless as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, leaving possessive marks. "Tell me who owns you."
You whimper softly, entirely disoriented by the intensity of his movements. The world narrowing down to just his touch and the sound of his voice.
"Yours!" you managed to cry out, your fingers clawing at his back. "I belong to you, Sylus. You only."
The confession seemed to drive him over the edge. With a sudden shift in weight, he pulled your legs all the way up to his shoulders, altering the angle to drive even deeper. He pulled out almost entirely, leaving you empty inside, before shoving his full length back into your quivering entrance. He established a steady pace that leaves you breathless.
"You are too good for me …. taking my dick perfectly."
Your nails digging into his shoulders as you are holding for your dear life. You are completely overwhelmed by his pace, making you breathless.
"Sylus! Wait… please," You panted, your voice trembling with a mix of desperation and sensory overload.
He didn't slow down. Instead, his grip on your legs tightened, his hands anchoring you down. Each movement was getting faster and rougher, completely consuming you.
"Just a bit more," Sylus groaned, the sound raw and husky against your skin. "You are taking me so good kitten. Don't ruin it now."
Your pussy pulsed violently around him. Your slick, dripping mess all over his groin, and dirtying the seats. He must sense how close you were to the edge again. His hand migrated downward, finding your swollen clit and rubbing it in precise tight circles. The dual stimulation was entirely too much. You clamped around him, your internal muscles spasming in a desperate attempt to hold onto him as the pleasure shattered your remaining control. A blinding wave of ecstasy crashed through your entire body as you came. Your screams escaping your throat as a broken cry.
Even as your body shook with the climax, he didn't stop. He continued to relentlessly drive through your orgasm, riding the wave of your contractions.
"S-sylus.. I can't take much more.." You can hear your heart pounding in your ears. Your vision is already hazy.
"Sorry, just a little more sweetheart." Sylus grunted.
You could feel his cock starting to twitch inside you, swelling even larger as his own control began to snap. His thrusts became frantic, faster and faster until the dim light of the car began to blur, and you started seeing stars behind your eyelids.
"Sylus, please," You cried out, you voiced a desperate broken sob. "Please.. please come inside me." You could barely get the words out between the heavy thrusts.
A possessive gleam flared in his eyes as he looked down at you, "As you wish kitten,"
With one final thrust, he buried himself to the deepest point inside you. You gasped, your eyes flying open as you felt the throbbing heat of his release begin to fill your inner walls. He pulsed inside you over and over. His chest heaving violently against yours as he pulled you in close, absorbing the trembling friction of your combined pleasures.
The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the sound of your tangled breathing. Shivering slightly as the intense rush of adrenaline finally began to fade, a sudden chill washed over your exposed skin. Sylus shifted, carefully, withdrawing from you with a low, satisfied sigh.
He didn't leave you floating in the afterglow for long. Moving with a surprising tenderness that contrasted with his previous roughness, he reached into the console. You watched through your half opened eyes, as Sylus pulled out a wet wipe, shifting his weight to sit between your legs. He gently cupped the back of your knee, lifting your leg slightly as he began to meticulously clean the wet mess you both made.
As the cool, damp touch of the wet wipe met your sensitive skin, a sudden violent chill went through your body. You involuntarily gasped, your thighs twitching as you tried to instinctively pull away from the cold sensation.
"Ah! Sylus, stop! It’s cold," you complained, a small pout forming on your lips as you attempted to scramble backward against the leather seat.
A low, amused chuckle rumbled in his chest as his hand shot out, his fingers locking effortlessly around your ankle. With a gentle tug, he pulled you right back to where you were, pinning your leg in place with his thumb pressing lightly against your inner knee.
"Stay still," he said, his voice a velvet rasp that hummed with amusement. He didn't look up, his attention entirely focused on his task as he cleaned you up. "You weren't complaining about the heat a minute ago. Consider this a setback."
"Easy for you to say," you huffed, crossing your arms defensively over your chest, though you couldn't stop the flush of warmth from spreading across your cheeks.
"You didn't just ruin a perfectly good dress. Look at this." You grabbed the dress back over, and gestured at the torn fabric around the zipper. "You completely ripped the seams. You owe me a new one."
Sylus finally paused, tossing the used wipe aside into the console. He looked up through the messy, silver strands of his hair, his red eyes shimmering with a wicked, teasing light. A slow smirk pulled at the corner of his lips as his gaze swept over the ruined outfit.
"Is that all? Just one?" he asked, his eyebrows quirked up as if he's offended that he can only afford one. He leaned forward, bracing his weight on his forearms on either side of your hips, his presence instantly enveloping you once more. "I'll buy you ten new ones sweetheart. Just make sure the next ones are easy to take off. I'd hate for a stubborn zipper to slow me down next time."
"You are impossible," you laughed, the last of your breathy exhaustion melting into a genuine smile. You reached out, your fingers lightly swatting at his broad chest, but he caught your hand mid air, bringing it to his lips to press a soft, lingering kiss against your knuckles.
"I love you." you say,
"I love you too, kitten." Sylus' eyes meet you, kissing you gently.
Sylus shifted his weight, sitting fully on the leather bench and pulling your pliant body right onto his lap. You let out a soft hum of approval, winding your arms around his neck as he draped his expensive suit jacket over your bare shoulders. The fabric was filled with his natural body heat and the intoxicating scent of his cologne, instantly sealing out the chill of the night.
For a long few minutes, neither of you spoke. The frantic urgency of the last half hour dissolved into a quiet, peaceful warmth. You rested your head against the crook of his neck, listening to the steady, comforting rhythm of his heartbeat beneath his shirt.
Through the heavy coat, you looked out at the windows. The thick condensation was still there, completely blurring the harsh glare of the passing streetlights into soft, amber smudges of light. It felt as though the rest of the world had completely vanished, leaving just the two of you locked inside your own private sanctuary.
"We should probably head back before someone calls a tow truck for a suspiciously fogged up car," you whispered against his skin, a playful smile playing on your lips.
Sylus’s arms tightened around your waist, his chin resting gently on top of your head as he let out a low, content sigh.
"Let them call. I'd like to see them try to move my car while I'm inside it." He paused, his thumb tracing a slow circle against your lower back through the jacket. "But you're right. Let's get you home before you freeze."
With a reluctant groan, he gave you one final soft kiss on the lips, helping you scramble back over the console into the passenger seat. As he slid behind the steering wheel and started the engine, the heater immediately kicked on, filling the car with warmth. He shifted the car into drive, but before accelerating, he reached over to you.He grabbed your hands, lacing his fingers with yours, keeping you close to him the entire way home.
——
“Do you think anyone saw us?” you question nervously.
“If they did I’ll kill them” He looks over you smugly.
“You can’t just go killing random civilians!”
“Then let's hope no one saw us,”
Sylus’ laughter filled the car, as you playfully smacked his arms.