“I want-” you start, but you have no idea how to finish that sentence. One of his hands trails up and the contour of your body, dragging his fingertips across your thin clothing. “I want-”
Sylvain smirks, watching you try to get the words out. “If you want something, you just need to ask.” he all but purrs, tracing a hand up your thigh; up, up, up. His touch is light, tantalizingly close to where you want it, and he knows it. His hand slowly drags back down your thigh again. You're sitting in his lap, back pressed to his chest, allowing you to feel his body as it presses into you. You readjust your hips a little, rubbing your thighs together in an attempt to ease the heat building in you. You hear him laugh lightly, and the hand that had been caressing up the contour of your body moves to hold you still. You know how badly he wants this too, you can tell by the hardness pressing against you where your bodies meet, you can tell by the way his breath catches whenever you move ever so slightly.
The desire in you is building by the minute, his careful touches up your thighs are driving you crazy, not to mention the way he kisses the back of your neck. The way he moves his own hips sometimes to press his hard length against you. Finally, you’ve had enough. Your composure cracks and your words flow from your mouth before you can stop them. They escape you as a whine. “Touch me, please, sylvain.”
Can I ask for SFW and nsfw Sylvain HCs? Also, do you take modern day requests? Ty!
I have a good amount of stuff about dear Sylvain, so I super recommend wandering through my masterlist if you haven't already (he's in a LOT of the multi character asks) - but I'll throw around some new ones for you too!
Also, yes, I'm super on board for modern day stuff! In fact, I'd really like to do some more AU writing, and modern AU is always super fun, so by all means, folks should feel free to send those ideas my way~
Sylvain x Reader headcanons
SFW (nsfw below the cut)
- There's an odd progression to a relationship with Sylvain. When things start, it's all dinner dates and suave lines and smoldering gazes- everything thrilling and heart pounding that you could want in a new romance. But eventually, he has a terrible psychological habit of self-sabotaging. Because of his cynicism towards relationships, there's always going to be a point where he pulls away, or acts coldly, or intentionally says something harsh. His troubled mind convinces him that this is easier than pretending you actually want him, and that he should simply 'rip off the band-aid,' as it were.
- If you can get through to him though, and help him work past this (and make him realize he's being a big dumb idiot- it's not your job to "fix" him after all), there's the potential for him to have a breakthrough of sorts- and then, he's the most dedicated, affectionate and earnest lover you could imagine. He can't believe his luck that he finally found someone who truly knows and understands him, much less that it's someone as positively radiant as you.
- Sylvain is a master of turning any and every average day-to-day experience into something beautiful for the two of you to share. He won't admit it, but he's spent his life with distant fantasies of how things would be when he finally met 'the one'- but he also took for granted that he probably never would. Now that he has you, he's determined to prove that your faith in him isn't misplaced. He'll spin you around in his arms and kiss you in the pouring rain, he'll learn your favorite flower and buy you a full bouquet every week, he'll bring you out dancing at a local tavern and even if you can't master a single step, he'll make sure you're laughing and chatting together all night.
NSFW v
- Sylvain is a lively and energetic lover, who sees sex not only as something that can be passionate and intimate, but something that can and should be fun and relaxing for both parties as well. You'll never feel an ounce of shame bringing up a new kink or position that you want to try- chances are, he's thought about it too, and he's more than happy to give it a go.
- He very much enjoys sex as a way to wind down from the stresses of the day and forget about everything but each other and your pleasure for a little while. Don't be surprised if he offers a nice, thorough massage after a long day, followed by teasing whispers in your ear and an offer to help you really let go.
- He's a switch, but he doesn't naturally lean too far into power play. If you like for him to be more dominant, he'll do it with playful remarks and all the casual confidence in the world. If you want him submissive, he's an eager and composed sub, shamelessly offering himself to you. Still, there's always an undercurrent of comfort and familiarity that he doesn't stray far from, even within kink play or experimentations
- The carpet absolutely matches the drapes, and it's quite charming. He has a light trail of hair down his lower abdomen leading down to his cock, which is slightly larger than average and very nicely curved when fully erect. Sylvain also has some rather attractive freckles along his chest and shoulders and down his arms a bit. It's not always obvious because of his relaxed way of carrying himself, but he's every bit as muscular as you would expect a soldier of his caliber to be.
- The first time you tell Sylvain that you love him during sex, he just about looses his composure. Goosebumps raise along his skin, and he leans over you, drawing him flush to his body and thrusting his cock even deeper and harder into you. He doesn't last much longer after this, holding you to him as he fills you and then some with his cum. Even he didn't expect that something so simple would affect him so potently, and for the first time he can recall, he actually feels a bit bashful about it. With time, he manages to control himself a bit better when you express your affections in bed, but it's still something that gets his blood boiling like nothing else.
Warnings: Student teacher relationship, descriptions of sexual acts, 69, oral sex, pinning, Sylvain is 19 so its fine, a tiny bit of a size kink.
Read it on AO3
Sylvain groaned and threw his head back in his seat. “This heat is killing me,” he whined. He brought a hand up to fan himself a bit, though the action seemed to do little to prevent his impending heat stroke.
“Go get something cold from the kitchens then,” Ingrid tsked at him. More then tired of his whining. She brushed the side of her Pegasus thoughtfully. Sylvain noticed a slight flush to her pale cheeks, no doubt also suffering in the heat wave consuming Garreg Mach.
“But Ingrid, if I get up, I’ll get even warmer.”
“Then hush! I’m tired of your incessant whining,” she huffed. The redhead sighed, taking the hint. He put his hands up and stood.
“Sorry, sorry, I’ll leave. Try not to miss me too much.” He didn’t have to see it to know that the blonde had rolled her eyes at him. A playful smirk crawled onto his lips and he began to make his way toward the dining hall. Sylvain waved his greetings to the friendly gatekeeper before noticing his favorite teal haired professor down in the market, buying some supplies from one of the merchants. He changed course and began to walk toward her. “Hey, professor,” he called, raising an arm to wave.
“Oh,” she turned to look at him, her face as expressionless as usual. “Hello Sylvain.”
“Mm, that’s a lot of supplies there. Need any help with that?”
“Okay,” she responded with a nod. “Thank you.” Byleth handed him an armful of random trinkets that she had bought. Sylvain glanced down at everything, lots of boxes of tea and fishing bait, but other oddities as well. Coffees, stuffed animals, jewelry, snacks, and other things.
“Hey, professor?”
“Yes?”
“What’s all this stuff for anyway?”
“Most of them are gifts for all of the students,” she said nonchalantly. It took him aback a bit. He’d remembered receiving one or two things from her in the past, but he hadn’t realized she gave things to everyone. He bit back the soft smile that threatened to overtake his expression.
“Anything for me in here?” He wiggled his eyebrows at her teasingly. She blinked up at him, her own arms full of knickknacks.
“No.” Her tone was dry, and her expression hadn’t changed. Sylvain felt the disappointment creeping through his system. Why hadn’t she gotten anything for him? Had he done something wrong? It was childish, really, the jealousy that he could feel bubbling in his stomach, but he couldn’t help it. His face scrunched a bit in displeasure, but his breath hitched at the small smirk he saw grace his professor’s lips. “No need to be so disappointed, Sylvain.”
“Disappointed? Me? Never,” he tried to play it off, smiling widely and laughing. “Come on, professor. You know me better than that.”
“Mmm,” she nodded, that darned smirk still on her lips. She was beautiful, truly beautiful, no matter her expression. He had always thought so about her, and he probably always would. He hated it.
“Anyway, where to?”
“My quarters,” she said plainly, that teasing expression finally gone.
“After you then.” He bent at the waist playfully, one arm extended, ushering her in a manner that suited Dimitri more then him. After she had passed him by, the redhead easily followed her. It seemed she had forgone the cape today, as well as her usual tights and black armor. Instead, she wore her usual form fitting shorts and a black undershirt that had a very tantalizing window, revealing her usual amount of cleavage. He wondered if she had dressed down due to the weather as well.
For most of the walk, his eyes were glued to her ass and the perfect sway of her hips. He wondered whether she would be soft and pliant under his touch, like most of the women he slept with, or hard and lean from the muscles she so obviously worked hard to strengthen. When they reached her room, he was still thinking about her body under his, still wondering how she would feel, stretch, move, and if she was a screamer. He wouldn’t mind if she was, in fact, he quite liked the idea of his stoic professor falling apart on his fingers, his mouth, his cock, and screaming his name for all of the monastery to hear. “Thank you, Sylvain, you can put those down on the bed.”
“Oh,” her voice had pulled him out of his imagination. “Sure, no problem.” He made his way over to her bed which was still messy. A huff of amusement left his lips, of course she wouldn’t be the type to make her bed. What kind of mercenary had time to clean up like that? The redhead set the stuff down easily before turning back to her. He rubbed the back of his neck and almost cringed at the sticky sweat he felt there. “Hey professor?” She hummed in a questioning tone to let him know she was listening. “I’ve been trying to get better with the hand to hand combat lately, would you mind tutoring me a little bit? Maybe later today if you have the time?”
“That’s not like you,” she muttered with an almost imperceptible pout. “Why the sudden interest?”
“Just in case, it’s better to be prepared for anything, right?” He really just wanted to spend more one on one time with her, and he knew she wouldn’t go for anything else if he asked. She always catered to her students, tutoring and mentoring them at her own expense. She continued to stare at him in thought, then turned and checked a small booklet she had on her desk. Byleth gave a small nod to herself before turning back to him.
“Alright, I have a bit of time before curfew tonight.”
“Great,” he sighed in relief. “Even a little bit of time will be extremely helpful.”
“I’ll meet you at the training grounds tonight then.”
“Right, thanks professor!” With that, he ran off. Sylvain needed to find some other girl to work off his lust for the professor before their training session.
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The redhead paced back and forth anxiously. He had, in fact, found a random girl from the village that had let him fuck her, however, imagining the professor while doing so had only worsened his curiosity. Sylvain continued to wonder what his professor would be like in bed. Had she ever slept with anyone before or was she still a virgin? Either was fine by him, but he needed to know. He heard the doors to the training grounds open and he turned to see the object of his thoughts.
She looked flushed, her pinks a dusted a light pink, her jagged locks stuck to parts of her forehead and neck, her ample chest rising and falling at a faster rate. He gulped audibly. “Everything okay? You’re looking a little flushed.”
“Hilda dragged me into the sauna with her,” she responded and walked toward him. “Sorry I’m a bit late.”
“The sauna huh? Its been so hot today, I can’t imagine getting hotter, let alone on purpose.”
“Mm, it is hotter than I like it to be when I go to the sauna, but she insisted that I needed the relaxation.”
His brow furrowed. “If you’ve got too much going on, you don’t have to train with me like this.”
“No, I’m fine,” she grabbed two rolls of knuckle tape from a bin of supplies by the weapons wrack. The young woman handed one of them to him before standing a bit away from him and flicking her wrists back forth, applying the tape evenly and with expertise. “I find training relaxing anyway.”
“Alright, then.”
“Show me what you know,” she commanded, and he nodded.
Sylvain wasn’t much for training, he found it exhausting and it took too much effort. He never understood Felix, Dimitri, and Ingrid’s obsession with it. But when he got to be so close to Byleth he could feel her breath mingle with his, he could get behind the idea of it. The teal haired professor taught more by example than by instruction. She would always critique when she needed to, but most of the time she would spar with or watch her students spar.
She easily dodged another of his fists and slid her foot underneath his. Sylvain lost his footing and fell to the ground, he grunted at the pain that blossomed from the back of his head at his rough landing. He reached behind him to check and make sure he wasn’t bleeding. “Dang, you really don’t take it easy, do you?”
“You aren’t focusing, Sylvain.” She frowned at him, her fists on her perfectly shaped hips. “If you aren’t going to take this seriously, then I’m not going to waste my time.”
“I promise I’m taking it seriously,” you’re distracting me, “the heat is just, distracting.”
Byleth continued to pout and Sylvain started to sit up. “I’m sorry professor we can-“
“Let’s make a deal then.”
“Huh?” He looked at her, incredulous.
“So you won’t be so distracted,” she said, a playful smirk on her chapped lips. “If you win this next match, I’ll give you whatever you want.”
“And if you win?”
“You have to start actually trying in class.”
“Whatever I want, huh? Are you sure?” She gave him a silent nod. He rubbed his chin before standing to his full height. Sylvain knew it’d be difficult to beat her, but the offer of whatever he wanted was too tempting. “Alright, you’ve got a deal.”
As soon as the match started, he was on defense. She came for him, hard and fast, no holds barred. Obviously, she was better at hand to hand then him, but he couldn’t give up. There had to be some way for him to win, for him to get what he really wanted. He was fueled by lust, and he almost always let his lust win. Sylvain knew she had a weak spot, he’d seen her rub her left knee a few times after training sessions, she even wore a knee brace with her armor to keep it protected. For only a moment, he glanced down to see if she was still wearing said brace, and that moment earned him a swift punch to the gut.
It had been worth it though; he had noticed that she wasn’t wearing it. Without thinking much more about it, he leaned forward and went to hit her side, while she focused on the incoming punch, he used his weight to his advantage and swept his leg out, knocking her on the back of her left knee and causing her to stumble. Sylvain continued to press his weight forward, eventually pressing it into her and causing the two of them to fall. Byleth landed on the ground, the redhead on top of her, straddling her torso and pressing the side of his forearm against her neck. They both panted, her eyes wide as she looked up at him, obviously she had not expected him to be able to win.
“I win, professor,” he breathed out, droplets of sweat rolling down his unclothed arms, he had changed into the lounge wear earlier in the day to keep cool, and falling onto her own sweat soaked neck.
“Well done,” she said after steeling her expression. “Though, that kind of trick won’t work very well on an opponent you know nothing about.”
“Hey, all that matters now is that I won,” he said with a smirk, removing his arm but keeping his straddling position. “So now you have to give me what I want.”
“Fair enough,” she muttered and tilted her head to the side in curiosity. “What do you want?”
“You.”
“Wha-“ he cut her off with a hard kiss. He almost groaned, he had wanted to feel her lips, to taste her for so long. Unlike his usual trysts, her lips were chapped and inexperienced. She tasted like sweat and saltine crackers, but he wouldn’t have had it any other way. At first, she didn’t respond, but then she started to give in. That surprised him the most. Did she feel as attracted to him as he did her? Byleth wrapped her arms around his neck and when he licked her lips, she arched her back upward, her chest meeting his, and he ground his hips down toward her own.
She gasped at the feel of his semi-erection against her, and he used the opportunity to pull her tongue into his mouth and suck on it lightly. When she gave out a soft whimper, he shivered and felt himself throb in the confines of his trousers. Once he couldn’t stave off his need to taste more of her any longer, he began to trail wet kisses down the side of her neck. “Sylvain,” she let out breathily. “We can’t-“
Again, he cut her off. This time, by sucking on the junction between her neck and shoulder. He felt like he couldn’t get enough of her salty sweet taste. “We could get caught,” she tried again. He ignored her and placed his hands at her sides by the hem of her shirt, waiting there for permission. “We really shouldn’t.”
“But professor,” he began between nips to the delicious column of her neck. “You said I could have whatever I wanted.”
“My quarters,” she muttered. Sylvain lifted his head from her neck to look at her face. His stomach filled with butterflies and his chest tightened. Byleth had a dark blush on her face and refused to look him in the eye, she was nibbling at her bottom lip, the only indication of her sudden shyness. She looked adorable. “We can continue in my quarters, we’re less likely to be caught there.”
The redhead smirked to hide the genuine smile that threatened to show, “Whatever you say.”
Much to Sylvain’s chagrin they walked to her quarters at an even pace. He walked throw the door frame first and she followed, closing the door behind her and then standing there quietly. The redhead assumed the worst, she must be backing out, he thought. He put up his walls once more and gave her a tired and disappointed smirk. “Chickening out?”
“No,” she replied, without hesitation. “But, before we go on, I’d like to request that this doesn’t become a onetime thing.”
“Oh?” Sylvain was surprised, both by her request and by the fact that she wished to continue, his traitorous heart pounded excited in his chest. She nodded in response. “You mean you want to?” He trailed off.
Again, she nodded, but this time she was the one to kiss him. He responded eagerly, pliantly complying to her rough and roaming hands, her chapped lips bruising with force against his. Her hands reached for the hem of his blue lounge shirt, and he helped her tug it off of his torso. Once his chest was bare, Byleth’s deft fingers began exploring. The redhead responded in kind, assisting her in the removal of her black top. Sylvain bit back a groan at the sight of her naked breasts, and she moaned when he reached up and began tweaking her nipples.
She forced him back, pushing him to lay down on her bed. Not giving him too much of a chance to fix himself, she straddled his waste and ground her clothed cunt down on top of his swollen member. Sylvain threw his head back with a hiss, his hands flying to her hips to encourage her to continue. He could feel her heat through her shorts and wondered if she was even wearing any smallclothes. “You’re still wearing too much,” she grumbled and began tugging at his trousers. He was all too happy to oblige.
He exposed himself to her, now free of his pants and smallclothes, and he smirked at her obvious attentions. “Like what you see?” He teased and brought one of his hands to stroke along his own cock. She nodded boldly, unabashed, and began to remove her shorts as well. The redhead was right, she hadn’t been wearing any smallclothes. “I know I do.”
“You’re very attractive, Sylvain,” she said softly. Byleth brought her hands up and kneaded at her large breasts, she let out a soft sigh of satisfaction. He trailed his hands upward, running them along her sides, barely touching her flesh. Goosebumps rose on her skin and he watched her shiver. She removed her hands and let his hands take their place. They were soft, probably the softest thing on her body, and so very perky. Her nipples were sensitive, he realized, after rubbing her left nipple in rough circles and hearing her breath hitch.
One of his hands trailed its way back down her body and cupped her ass, giving it a playful smack before grabbing a cheek and jiggling it roughly. She squirmed, and he leaned his head forward to suck on her now neglected nipple. The hand on her eyes slowly slid undo her, making a line from her plump cheeks to the lips of her vagina. Even before spreading those lips, he could feel the slimy wetness collected on them. Sylvain let out a dark chuckle, “I didn’t know sparring got you so worked up,” another tease.
“Only with you,” she whispered.
Sylvain’s heart skipped a beat and he pressed his forehead between the valley of her pillow breasts and let out a heavy sigh. “Why’d you have to go and say that, professor?”
“It’s the truth,” she said. One of her hands reached down to play with his hair gently. “And while we’re like this, call me Byleth.”
“Okay, Byleth,” he responded, his entire being feeling lighter than before. His cock twitched and he decided to lay back down against the bed. “Turn around and sit on my face.”
The teal haired professor nodded and turned. She knew what he was asking for, and he let out the loudest groan yet as he felt her small hands wrap around his aching cock. “You’re bigger than I expected,” she muttered, more to herself than to him. He chuckled before grabbing her hips and forcing them down on his face roughly. Byleth squeak in surprise.
Sylvain licked a trail across her pussy lips, already enjoying the taste of her leaking fluids. He brought a hand down and spread her open. For a moment, he leaned back and admired her twitching pink opening, leaking with slick and begging for his fingers, his tongue, his cock, anything of his to fill the empty space. She whined in displeasure, but he was done observing. He blew on her entrance gently, it flinched and pushed more fluid out, a minute amount dripping down onto his face. “Sylvain,” she whined again, stopping her ministrations to his penis, trying to encourage him.
“You’re beautiful, you know?” The redhead licked a stripe from the tip of her clit down to her entrance where he swirled his tongue and pulled back. “Absolutely gorgeous, and you taste better than expected.”
“So taste it some more,” she implored, then leaned her head down to give small kitten licks to his tip. He groaned and unconsciously bucked his hips upward, trying to force himself into her warm mouth. Byleth wrapped one of her hands around his base, the other grabbed at his balls and began massaging them gently. She squeezed the base of his shaft, almost too hard, before taking his tip into her mouth. With a grunt, the redhead took the hint.
Sylvain wasn’t much for oral sex, always preferring the real deal, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t want to taste Byleth’s cunt forever. She moaned around his cock, the girth of him stretching out her lips and causing saliva to dribble down her chin and onto his pubes, he wished he could see it better. His tongue attacked her clit, pressing against it and flicking back and forth, giving it an occasional tug and suck. His hands, very thankful for their large size, grabbed each cheek of her ass and spread it apart, opening her lips wider for him to devour.
Another moan wracked her and tingled down his cock. He shivered. The redhead brought his tongue again to her entrance and began lapping at it eagerly, enjoying the seemingly endless slick that leaked out. One of his hands came down to assist his tongue, a digit toying with her clit while his tongue slithered into her vaginal opening. She quivered and fell further onto his cock, pushing his head to the back of her throat. He closed his eyes at the sensation.
Her throat pulsed around him, gagging a bit and trying to force him out of where he didn’t belong, but his hips started bucking once more, forcing her to take him in, all of him. Sylvain lost focus on his quest to make her cum and began to focus on himself instead. Much to her dismay, he began to flip them, wishing more than anything to see her take him in her throat like a horny teenager. She whimpered but complied, now kneeling in front of him while he sat on the edge of her bed. His hand, the one not soaked in her slick, went and tangled in her hair, assisting her in her bobbing and keeping her from removing him from her throat. “Fuck, Byleth, you look so good sucking my dick.”
She closed her eyes, the smallest moan escaping her. There were tears beginning to well up in her eyes as he pushed deeper into her throat. “You’re getting off on sucking me off, aren’t you? I can tell,” he grunted, moving her head faster as he began to feel his impending climax. “I could taste it. You would gush into my mouth every time I hit your throat.”
Byleth moaned again, louder this time, one of her hands reached down and began to play with her clit. She sucked on him harder.
The coil in his gut tightened exponentially at the sight. Sylvain would have to burn it in his brain. His favorite, normally expressionless professor, with his cock in her throat. He could see the bulge in her throat where resided. His free hand rested against that spot and she whimpered while he bit his bottom lip. His cock throbbed and he felt it through her neck. She looked blissed out, tears running down her cheeks, nostrils flaring in attempts to suck in air, lips stretched wide around him and drool mixed with his precum leaking down her chin. Her cheeks were flushed, and goddess he couldn’t get over the bulge he made in her throat. He added some pressure to it, she choked, and he came. Hard.
Sylvain felt bad, he really did. Normally he’d give a warning at least, or pull out, but he couldn’t help it. He was so high off his orgasm that he didn’t pull out of her spasming esophagus until he had sent all of his semen down into her stomach. Once he was out she coughed and gagged, gasping for breath and cradling her throat. “Byleth, I’m so sorry, usually I last longer but-“
She held a hand up telling him to stop. He waited for her to calm her breathing, his now semi-hard dick sticky with his cum and her throat coating. The professor took one more deep breath. “Its fine. I liked it.”
“What? Really?”
She nodded, and gave him a small smile. “Besides, next time is my turn.”
“I can get you right now-“
“We have class in the morning, don’t be late. Do well enough, and we might just cum together next time.”
He smiled, “That’s some good motivation right there.”
ok so not genshin and not really a request more sharing but speaking of first times lately i have been OBSESSED with this one scenario where someone (sometimes an oc, sometimes myself lmaO) has been betrothed to someone else bc Family Dynamics Are Whack and they end up turning to sylvain for comfort after finding out and being like,, “sylvain will you spend the night with me? please? i want at least this first time to be with someone i care about, someone i chose” and it’s just so SOFT and GOOD bc u just KNOW sylvain would make it so good and be so attentive esp if he also has Some Feels for them too bc they CHOSE HIM and that’s it i’m out i just had to share SORRY LMAO
Omgg Anon what a blessed concept~
Sylvain understands the tragedy of noble marital politics better than most, and when news of your engagement gets out, he feels his heart drop into his stomach. It feels like a part of his own future has been gutted- a future that he had no right to even hope for. And yet, still you would come to him for a chance at real intimacy. It almost feels even more cruel than leaving you entirely to the arms of another.
But he knows he'll regret it for the rest of his life if he can't have you for his own just this once.
He's gentle with you- so tenderly, achingly gentle. He holds you close to him and kisses you deeply, as though you're truly his and his alone. And for tonight, you are.
The night can't possibly be long enough for him to pleasure you in every way he wishes he could- but damned if he's not going to try. His head dips between your thighs, his tongue thrums steadily against your most sensitive nerves- and you weave your fingers through his mop of red hair and pull him close like he always imagined you would. Like he knows he'll remember for the rest of his life.
After his tongue, his fingers spread you open, working you slowly and gently. There's not a hint of hesitation or misgiving when he asks if you're okay, of you're sure you want to continue- he means it- he wants you to love this. He's never been this caring with a lover before (all past flings were merely passing fancies after all), but it's so easy to be this way with you.
At long last, he kneels over you, and he can tell by the way you gaze back up at him that you're just waiting for him to claim you. He catches his breath, but steadies himself, and presses one last lingering kiss to your lips. Then, without another word, he very slowly enters you.
And even though it's your first time with a man, you know it will never feel like this again.
Your bodies easily fall into a natural rhythm. It starts slow- his hips push and pull like overlapping waves. You gasp out his name and his arms wrap around you more tightly, one hand snaking up your back to tangle his fingers through your hair. You moan aloud that you want more- you want him harder. He abides without question, thrusting more deeply into you.
And after a time spent in pleasured bliss together, you feel his entire body tense. He bucks into you to the hilt- once, twice, then he groans into your neck and barely pulls away, spilling his release across your inner thighs. It's hot, and there's so much of it- far more than you'd expected. Sylvain mutters an apology, but you touch a hand to his cheek and smile.
"don't apologize, Sylvain. It's you. I adore this feeling. If only..."
He gently hushes you as he lies at your side and draws you to his chest. His heart is still pounding, but he makes an admirable effort to level his voice.
"Don't think about 'if only.' I'm here now. I'm right here for you."
His tone wavers just a little, and just for a moment. He'll have all of his life to mull about his feelings from this night. For now, he puts his heart and body into tending to you, as it is a privilege that he'll never have again.
Would you be willing to do a continuation on that Sylvain fic of the reader being in an arranged marriage? Something with a super fluffy and happy ending, with some spiciness? Ty!
Marital politics let's gooooooo
Sylvain x AFAB Reader
NSFW 18+
You're not sure how long you've spent staring blankly at yourself in the poorly fitted wedding gown you're expected to parade about in tomorrow. Your betrothed had proven himself a man of gaudy and ill-considered taste in selecting it for you. Betrothed. The mere word felt like a nail slowly digging deeper and deeper into your skull. You had forbidden yourself from imagining another life for yourself- one in which that word filled you with hope and excitement and thoughts of someone else entirely. Thoughts of tossled red hair and charming smiles- the kind that brought adorable creases to the corners of his eyes.
Forbidding yourself from these thoughts clearly wasn't enough to protect yourself from them. Even now, his voice echoes in your memory-
"Y/N? You around? I have to talk to you!"
Wait. That isn't your memory.
You lurch upright and spin towards the bedroom door.
"Sylvain??" You rush over to open it. He immediately enters, and before your mind can catch up, you're swept up into his arms and he's nuzzling his face into your neck. What sort of utter madness has taken him??
"Sylvain-! You can't- you- what are you-?!"
He laughs, his voice lighter and freer then air, and he sets you back on your feet.
"Y/N- you," he pauses, finally looking you up and down, "what an awful dress..."
You're not about to disagree with that, but you do need him to explain himself. Your confused and perhaps a bit incredulous expression causes him to laugh again and say,
"Sorry Y/N, listen- I talked to your folks. Your engagement is off."
Your eyes widen and your heart thuds against your chest. How is such a thing possible? You had tried every way of convincing them- even threatening to run away only resulted in heavier security around the manor.
"I- are you sure? How?!" You grip his hands tightly in yours.
"well, I, uh... May have pulled the old 'crest' card," he says sheepishly, "and, you know, there's a certain amount of gold that just about no one will say no to. Honestly, I thought about not telling you this part. Kinda feels like I bought you."
You shake your head. You know him, and you know that he would never play the nobles' game like that if he didn't feel he had to.
"I understand, Sylvain," you say with a smile, bringing a hand to cradle his face, "don't blame yourself- blame my parents for their ridiculous priorities. You did it for our happiness."
He only smiles warmly in reply. His arms draw you close by the waist, and you're both so delirious with joy that all you can think to do at first is hold each other tightly and laugh together. Gradually, your mind catches up and you think to press for more details. He tells you everything- how his letters and requests for audience had gone unanswered for months. How it had taken a bribe to even arrange a meeting to discuss the matter. Truly, it seemed your parents had done everything in their power to put him on the defensive- to make him desperate. They hadn't accounted for the fact that he'd been desperate for you from the start, and that no price was too high. Eventually, you feel him place a kiss atop your hair, and he says.
"Hey Y/N, speaking of our happiness, there is one more thing I wanted to talk to you about."
"is that so?"
"Mhmm, but first," he nudges your face up towards him with a finger beneath your chin, "I'm gonna need you to get out of that gown. It doesn't fit you right anyway."
You laugh and just about roll your eyes, but you do agree. Sylvain assists with the line of buttons down the back, and in short order, your left in only the frilly bridal underclothes you'd been provided. His eyebrows raise and he unabashedly takes a step back to admire you.
"That's much better," he says, his brazen gaze causing a heat to build in your core. Then, just when you're about to speak up, he steps forward and scoops you into his arms. You cling to his neck and say,
"I thought you had something to talk to me about?"
"I do," he replies simply, carefully laying you down on your bed and climbing up next to you, "it just seemed gouche to have this conversation with you in someone else's wedding dress, is all."
His hand runs up the side of your neck until his long fingers are spread in your hair, and he pulls you into a slow and intoxicatingly deep kiss. The kind of kiss you never thought you'd feel again. And if your heart weren't already fluttering about like a hummingbird, you're certain that this would have set it pounding.
Then, when he parts just enough from your lips to speak, he says softly,
"Y/N. Will you marry me?"
Your eyes are burning with joyous tears, and you wrap your arms around his neck.
"Of course I will, Sylvain. You know I will."
He gives a low chuckle and rests his forehead against yours.
"still feels good to hear you say it," His hand travels down your body until it reaches your hips. When he pulls you to him, you feel feel his manhood already stirring, and you bite at your bottom lip. "So then," he says with hint of mischief in his voice, "how would you feel about consummating our union, darling?"
You smile and your head tilts back on the pillow while his lips press adoring, open mouthed kisses to the side of your neck.
"isn't that supposed to be on our wedding night?" You say, though your hands cling to his shoulders and you can't help a small gasp as his teeth graze your collarbone. Sylvain gives a contemplative hum,
"you want me to get a minister in here?" stray locks of ginger hair tickle your skin as he traces the laced contour of your lingerie with his lips.
"no need," you manage, though your voice trembles amidst pleasured sighs, "I'm already yours, Sylvain. Forever."
