For your Sylus x reader drafts, maybe something fluffy and a little smutty?
Like reader having a stressful day and coming home to Sylus, who fucks the stress out then gives her aftercare (food? Movie?) so she can stop stressing?
thank you! it turned out a little longer than i thought (pun intended)
sylus x fem!reader smut
nsfw, mdni
“And then- you remember the guy from earlier? The one who bumped my shoulder and didn’t say thank you?” you went on, body twisted in a weird position on the sofa to face Sylus. He sat next to you, silently listening to your rant. He stopped his teasing as soon as he noticed you were genuinely upset and remained stoic ever since.
“Mhm,” he murmured, not dismissively, but quietly, encouraging you to go on with a small nod.
“I had one break this entire day. One break, Sylus, so I decided to grab lunch. And who was behind the counter when I entered the cafeteria? He was.” Your voice was laced with hot anger. “And I was too tired for another confrontation, and I knew I did not have much time until I had to go back, and I was scared he would mess up my order on purpose after I snapped at him…” You counted on your fingers all the reasons your day was shitty. From the lack of sleep to the weather – you were just really, really tired.
“But you ate something? You didn’t go hungry?” he asked, brows furrowed in concern.
“I did. I bought myself a sandwich and some chips. I’m not hungry, I’m just mad. Everything that could have gone wrong today, did go wrong. It’s like the universe is actively plotting against me.” With a deep sigh, you went slack on the sofa. There were three beats of silence before Sylus extended a hand towards you.
When you accepted it, Sylus gently pulled you towards him, towards safety. The side of your face was met with warmth as he held you, a strong arm wrapped around your waist as the other rested on your arm. As you sought hideaway in his neck, you felt him give you a sweet kiss on the crown of your head. That was enough to melt.
Sylus always had that gift – knowing exactly what you needed. So when you pulled back to kiss his lips and it turned heated and slightly desperate, it was no surprise that his eye gleamed in bloody red.
He chuckled lowly. “Tell me what you want. What you desire.” A lone finger caressed your cheek. The gesture was as tender as it was dangerous.
Your skin warmed at his bedroom voice, one that was reserved for your ears only. “Take my mind off of it?” you asked as you touched a lock of soft silver hair.
Red seemed to drown you, closing in as he lowered himself slowly, prompting you to lie back. “How?”
You groaned at how infuriating he was. You were sure he let that teasing go a long time ago, but it seemed his fun started only now. You scowled at his stupid smirk. “Am I supposed to teach you? Shouldn’t you know it by now, after so much time you spent in my bed?” you hissed.
That did nothing to discourage him. Quite the opposite – you could have sworn his eye turned brighter.
He leaned in, lips almost grazing yours. You pulled yourself up, desperate to close that gap and shut him up for good, but he turned his head and placed a lingering kiss on the side of your neck. You couldn’t help the shiver that escaped you.
“Fingers? Tongue? Maybe my thigh?” he taunted, left hand gathering your right wrist as the other hand made its way up your sweater.
You closed your eyes, basking in his attention. Your left hand crept up to his hair when his fingers grazed your sensitive breasts. You bit your lip and squirmed underneath him, begging for more, for anything more than this.
“Everything. Anything. Just–” you whined as he pulled his hands back, resting them on your sides. Opening your eyes, you were merely met with a smug expression.
“So greedy, kitten. I do not know what everything means. You have to be more specific before I decide for you.” He looked down at your lips, swollen and bitten. You couldn’t help licking them.
“Goddamn it, just shut up.” You gripped his hair tighter and smiled when he let out a startled laugh. The sound was familiar and domestic. You wished to hear it everyday, every hour.
“I can keep my mouth occupied,” he murmured with a lingering promise, lithe fingers quickly ridding you of your pants and underwear.
You were already breathing heavily as cool air hit your blazing skin. You waited for the warmth of Sylus’ body on top of you, but that didn’t come.
You sighed in frustration as you looked up at him, breath catching in your throat. He looked positively undone – white shirt rumbled, dress pants showing his excitement, cheeks stained with pink, and his eyes – eyes looking you up and down, trailing from your lips to your chest, your stomach and right inbetween your thighs. He licked his lips.
“Take your top off,” he asked in a tone that made your body shudder.
You were tired, but he looked too good not to tease him back. You chose payback as you said, “but you are fully clothed.”
He touched your ankle, dragging it over his shoulder as he lowered himself between your legs. He kissed your right thigh as he whispered, “I’m not the one who begged to be ravished.”
“I didn’t beg!” you huffed, but all protests died in your throat as he licked a long stripe right in the middle of your core, tongue flipping at the top. You moaned loudly when he took your clit into his lips and laughed, the vibrations prompting your fingers to twitch.
He pulled away, releasing you with a loud pop. “You’ll beg now, won’t you?” he asked sweetly, hand slowly making its way up your stomach, over to your sweater.
You shook your head, but pulled your top up.
“No?” he whispered. At another shake of your head, he blew a warm breath on your wetness.
“Sy!” you pushed his head. “You were told to shut up.”
“I would love to, but you never asked properly.”
With a frustrated groan, you pulled him towards you. “Please,” you said quietly.
He went back to work, tongue swirling circles on you. One hand grabbed yours and pushed on your hip, keeping you in place, the other went lower, finger teasing to slide in. “Good girl.”
With his mouth and fingers it didn’t take long to unfold you, pleasure shooting hot inside your veins and shaking your legs. Sylus kept going, steadily through your release and gently until you pushed his shoulder. When you pressed your arm over your eyes and tried to calm down your breathing, he peppered your legs, stomach, and face in fluttering pecks.
“Shaky.” He smiled into your lips during a tender kiss, clean hand stroking your cheek.
It felt good, it always did, but you were insatiable tonight. You wanted more, especially after today. You needed more. You needed his lips and his embrace and his love.
“Sylus.” You pulled at his belt, undoing it. He kissed your forehead and undressed, quickly joining you once more.
“I’ll take care of you,” he promised. And you believed it, because he always did.
You moaned when he entered you, arms wrapping around his neck and nails digging into his shoulders. This, this was it. This was home.
His heated lips found yours and claimed you just as you claimed him, untamed and full of love. Each thrust was filled with a different vow, and each took you closer to the edge, to falling down and into him.
“Doing so well, sweetie,” he whispered. He looked right at you as he held you in his embrace, and sneaked one hand to draw tight circles with his thumb right where you needed it most.
“I- I’m gonna-”
“Let go,” he groaned breathlessly, head thrown back. Even in the highest pleasure, he still tended to you first. “Let go, kitten. I’m here. I’ve got you.”
With a loud moan came, walls fluttering and muscles spasming. Your nails raked over his shirt, thighs locking around his hips. Wild pleasure blinded you, erupting in crashing waves. You felt Sylus reach his own high, heard him lost in his own orgasm.
When he sighed, you felt a kiss on your forehead, then another one on his cheek, and nose. You couldn’t help but smile when he grabbed you, effortlessly lifting you over his body and upon him as he settled on a couch that was too small for both of you.
“Okay?” he asked, arms wrapping around you, his warmth calming down all of your wrung out nerves. Big hands smoothed down your back, over the curve of your backside, and back up.
“Perfect,” you whispered, a content smile on your face. “You always make me feel perfect. Loved. Safe.” The quiet of the room and the comfort of the afterglow always helped you voice the vulnerable truth.
“You are. Perfect and loved and safe,” he said, planting a kiss between each honeyed word.
A few minutes of silent reverie passed. Neither of you spoke a word, yet you understood each other perfectly – all it took was a quick smooch, a content sigh or fingers intertwining to speak all the words needed.
Sylus was the one to break the silence. “Let’s have dinner.” He twirled a finger in your crumpled sweater, his breath tickling your face.
“Let’s not.” You angled your head to hide in the crook of his neck. When he laughed, you felt the sound in your cheek.
“Stubborn kitten. Didn’t I tire you out already?” he asked suggestively, reaching over you to the coffee table. You grumbled in response. “Hm… Sushi? Beef udon? Tofu steak with mushroom sauce and buttery potato puree?”
You turned in his embrace enough to be met with white light emanating from his phone. He was scrolling through a take-out app, but only stopping at fancy restaurants with weird, entitled-sounding names. “Can you just order pizza or something?” you asked, finger poking his side.
He flinched, trying to mask laughter. “So unrefined, sweetie. I present you with such delicious tastes and you dare ask for greasy, unauthentic pizza. Shame on you,” he teased, voice lined with tenderness only you knew. Before you could have responded, he was already adding all of your favorite toppings. And a drink. Oh, and dessert. “Well.” He looked up after paying. “You picked the bland food. Time for me to pick a movie.”
“God, Sylus,” you groaned. “Don’t pick another one of those boring-”
“Excuse me, kitten, you call retro movies boring after demanding a pizza made with-”
“Give me the remote.”
“No.”
“Give it to me!” You reached out, almost dropping from the couch.
Red mist took the remote someplace over your head. “Will you say please?”
“Never.”
“You did ten minutes ago, though.” Sylus flashed you a smile with his white fangs peeking out.
“Go take a shower.” You pushed his shoulder. “You bore me.”
steve and soft kisses :) cheek kisses after saying hello and goodbye. nose kisses when he thinks you say something extremely adorable. loving kisses on the lips during a night out. a peck on your hand when your fingers intertwine. a kiss on your forehead when you're sad and he wants to take all your sorrows away. two warm kisses, one on each of your eyelid when it's late and he's sleepy. a sweet kiss on your heated skin when it's just the two of you and the irrevocable love in his eyes, silky skin on silky skin, gentle rocking of his hips between yours <3
