Planet of Love Day 7: Chocolate Strawberries | 2026
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A Taste of Pleasure | Sylus x MC | MDNI
A night in after day out with Sylus. He plays the doting husband while you want to reward him for all his hard work via a draconic dildo. Sylus keeps it warm while watching a movie, but your submissive side is begging to come out. A loving play of mixed top, bottom, dominant, and submissive dynamics are at play this Valentine's Night.
The prev summary was for a different fic. So I fixed it
After finishing up a Valentine’s Day dinner, they went back to Sylus’s place in the city. It was a two story place with dark black windows and white on the outside. It seemed new. Unlived in.
“I just bought it yesterday. I’ve got the important things brought in today, though.” He let her open her eyes.
A giant heart shaped bed in the middle of the living room. Rose petals pink and red spread upon the floor. Dark black candles burned multiple colors with the snap of his fingers. Smooth jazz music played from the speakers. Despite it being such a large room, it still felt comfortable and cozy.
“Sylus, this is so nice.” Then Y/N played coy. “What plans did you have for us after dinner in such a setting?”
He smiled and leaned close to her ear, “Watching movies, of course.” he added, “I’ll choose the movie. You get dressed in your pajamas. Down the hall and to the left. I’ll be close behind.”
The tall graceful man went into the kitchen and brought out some treats he had the twins deliver for him while he was busy. Various chocolate fondue in the middle surrounded by things to dip into it. Marshmallows, pretzel sticks, strawberries, and anything else that could be made a little bit sweeter.
When he was bringing the bar cart back into the living room, he nearly crashed into the wall seeing what Y/N was wearing. A red iridescent leather-looking teddy with segments of heart cutouts. Her legs were spread on the edge of the bed revealing a ridged, midnight black, knotted strap on.
Sylus cleared his throat, “Kitten, I see you’ve got a new toy.”
“Did you think I’d just let you pamper me the whole day? Besides, you deserve a reward for all you’ve done.” She watched as his pants grew tighter and he pushed the bar cart of treats into the correct position.
He smirked, “I’m just glad you’ve been enjoying yourself.” Black and red mist hid everything but his eyes for a handful of seconds. Once the fog dissipated, Sylus was in nothing.
There was something in him, though. A silvery buttplug with a scarlet heart shaped gem. It was easy to see between his pert buttcheeks. He showed off his form and then got onto the bed to start kissing Y/N so sweetly and tenderly, but his hunger for her began to grow.
“Calm down.” She said and pulled away. “We still have a movie to watch.”
“Oh? What’s the plan, sweetie?” He asked.
She smiled, “You’ll be making this warm and having it replace your plug for the entire duration of the film. If Boss Man can handle that without cumming, I’ll pound you as you please.”
“I’ve got quite the self control. Are you sure you wanna make that deal with me?” Sylus purred.
“We both know your discipline dwindles when it comes to me, My Rose.” She used his title and saw his eyes glaze over for a second. “Which lube did you want to use?” and held out her hand.
A second later, a strawberry one popped into her grip. She took care of Sylus’s hole, removing the plug which she was just going to put on the small stand next to the bed. However, it was taken by his mist. Two handfuls of the sweet smelling lubricant were rubbed into and around his relaxed anus while he used his hands to prepare the draconic dildo. It wasn’t the biggest one he had ever taken, but it would surely fill him up once it was in. How would he focus on the movie like that?
Oh, he loved a challenge, and Y/N was more than happy to give him one.
“Having enough fun?” She asked.
“Never.” Sylus responded.
Both chuckled in excitement.
Y/N kissed him, “Now face the screen and don’t rush yourself getting this in. We don’t want a repeat of your birthday.”
Sylus laughed and covered his mouth, “As you wish, sweetie.” The man did as told.
He lowered himself onto the girthy piece and let out a sigh as he nearly bottomed out. Sylus tried to push himself more.
“I can’t fit the knot.” He was frustrated.
“Yet, and that’s fine. Just lay down. I’ll make sure it goes in later if you behave yourself.” She promised with that charming smirk of hers.
The movie began to play, and Sylus tried to ignore the pleasurable pressure in his bottom. He let his thoughts wander slightly. When the two first got together and got to know each other, it was rough. He had made some uneducated assumptions and was heartbroken to find the truth. However, it was nice getting to learn about her all over again. Many of her likes and dislikes hadn’t changed. They only updated to the time they were in.
When they were sexual with each other, it was always a surprise. Both were switches and both were verses. The mood could change in the middle and then again at the end after starting off a certain way. Even now. Sylus could tell that Y/N was still in a submissive mood but wanted to top him very badly. And so she did while pretending to be Domme McDommerson. He let her have her fun because that was part of his enjoyment as well.
Something prodded at his lips, a strawberry with dark and pink chocolate drizzled all over. The tray was just within her reach. He took a bite out of it. Not too sweet. The two snacked on the treats he had put out while watching the couple on screen break up for the first time since they got together in high school.
“Are you comfortable?” She asked.
“Very.” He replied. “You?”
“I’m good. Also, take a deep breath.” Y/N said, putting her hands on his hips.
When Sylus exhaled his inhale, she pumped her own hips forward. The knot went in with a soft fffwip. He moaned.
“Your, ump, timing is…something.” He flexed his hole to get used to the feel.
She kissed his shoulder, “The best, right?”
“Absolutely.” He felt himself getting hard again.
It must’ve been the second half of the movie or she was bored because Y/N started to play with Sylus’s nipples. She rubbed his chest and felt him flex before giving each a solid pinch that made his dick bounce.
“I thought we were focusing on the movie.” Sylus scolded her lightly.
“I can do both.” She replied.
He took her hand, “Can you give me some attention down here too.” and placed it on his cock.
“Not too much, though. I don’t want you tapping out.” Y/N giggled.
He fed her a strawberry.
It was like Heaven being felt up from each and every angle while feeling so full. Sylus tried not to moan too much, but he just kept thinking about cumming. How beautiful the spray would be and how it would drip down her hands.
“Stay with me.” She said softly and moved her hands to simply…hug him from behind.
Sylus put his hands on top, “I’m right here.” and kissed them.
“I wanna be greedy.” Y/N said and began pressing herself into him.
It was her way of saying she didn’t want to give up or change the rules, but she might have to. The way her grip changed and how desperate she sounded.
“We can’t be doing that now. A deal’s a deal. It won’t be worth it if you give up now.” He cheered her on.
“What are you hiding from me?” She asked. “You’re got that thing in your voice. That…smugness.”
Sylus chuckled, “Look at the screen, Kitten.”
The credits were rolling. She looked over and saw there was no semen on the bedsheets. Y/N began thrusting and kissing him anywhere she could reach. He turned his head so he could kiss her lips.
“You did so good holding on for that long. It’s a new record.” He assured his partner.
“Really?” She whined. “You were keeping track?”
Sylus nodded, “I was. Thirty more minutes than last time. I’m so proud of you.”
“You’ll also be proud with how sore your ass is gonna be tomorrow morning. I hope you don’t have any meetings. You’re gonna have to miss them.” She turned Sylus onto his stomach and pressed down on his back.
He moaned and huffed into the pillow. Whether it be praises or teasing, he knew how to make her go feral when fucking him. Making her hold her domme persona longer than usual was working better than he thought. Sylus did his best to relax underneath her work, but he felt his climax coming soon. If he couldn’t see the fireworks, he didn’t want to waste the first one on silken sheets.
“Switch.” He moaned out. “I want to switch.”
“Say please.” She didn’t let up and even spanked his rear.
Sylus scoffed and suddenly Y/N was face up on the bed with her love towering above. He still had the strapon in his ass but maneuvered himself to get his own cock inside her dripping cave. She mewled as the pressure increased inside of her. Both giving and receiving had their own rewards.
He looked over his shoulder, “You’re not the only one who wants more.” and took charge.
All she could do was hold onto the pillows and then blankets.
“I love you.” She said.
“I love you too.” He replied. “I think this might be the happiest a Valentine’s Day has ever been. Thank you.”
Y/N smiled, “Of course.” and thrust hard one time.
Sylus couldn’t help but fill her with his cream. Moans crescendoed in unison. It had been so quick with how long the foreplay had been. He helped take off her leathery contraption and simply began to rut inside until he got hard again.
“Shall we go again?” He asked.
Thank you so much for reading! I am so behind on writing these, so I'll have to double post some days.
You left a message on his D.D.D, it was only natural he come to find you in the library. And what else were you going to do with your precious time alone, where you’re lips are so close, and your head’s so close to his lap?
“Were you waiting for me?” He asked with a smile, as he took a seat next to you and to peer down at your notes that were spread all over the table, more messily than usual but not enough for him to comment about. He found you back in the far corner of RAD’s library, exactly where you promised you’d wait for him in your text, after begging for a brief tutoring session before exam season started. He watched as you jumped slightly, as if startled from your reading, to sheepishly smile up to him, already too close for just a normal study session.
“Maybe I was?”
Satan couldn’t help but lean in closer, a smile playing at the corners of his lips as he put a hand on the cushion next to your leg, thumb dangerously brushing against your thigh, and the other on the back of the couch, cornering you carefully against the arm of the chaise. You blushed slightly, looking away for just a moment, before your perfectly clear eyes slowly came back to meet his.
“Hm… First of all,” You hummed softly, before putting your hand to his chest, fingers splaying just enough to be tempting before he felt a distinctive push as you forced the demon back. “Perhaps… you could keep an appropriate distance? We are in a library, after all.”
Ah, right. Your voice was like a shock to his system, cold water on an overheated body. The two of you were in public… But that brief moment where your lips were close enough to touch, where your breaths could mingle and nothing obstructed his gaze, it wasn’t long enough. He wasn’t inherently greedy, but who knew what could happen if he didn’t get at least another moment like that with you.
“So, was there something you wanted to talk to me about?” He asked, his tone betraying him slightly as he tried to steady his breathing for a moment.
“I think you already know the answer, don’t you?”
“I’ll admit, it was clever.” Satan hummed, eyeing you with a small chuckle as you adjusted your posture and smoothed out the wrinkles on your lap absentmindedly. “Using a tutoring session to get me alone, that is. I’m sure Lucifer is on to us, but my other brothers, not so much.”
“It’s hard to get alone time with you.” You murmured with a slight shrug, as if every move wasn’t calculated and teasing, from the way your uniform was already slightly unbuttoned, to the way you nibbled your lip after speaking.
Satan couldn’t help but snort before glancing down at the book you were reading. “You know, there was something I read, recently. About how humans fall in love. Is it true its all about repeated physical contact?”
“You certainly get straight to the point.” You laughed and laid the book on the table nearby. “Why bring that up, all of a sudden?”
“It’s just as a scholar, I can’t believe something I haven’t verified myself.” Satan couldn’t help but shrug and recline slightly against the back of the lounge. He glanced over at you, certain you would blush and look away, even though he would never admit it, you were so easy to tease.
“Very well. Let’s test your theory.” You said instead, confident and clear, your tone echoing around Satan’s head for a moment. You leaned over, suddenly encroaching on his space, despite humans being built smaller than most demons, he still leaned away out of reflex until his back hit the other arm of the lounge. “Let’s see if humans really do develop feelings for the ones they touch.”
“Yes, let’s.” Satan challenged, his brows furrowing at the sudden shift in control. This wasn’t a game of chicken he was about to lose, deep down he wondered if calling your bluff would work. After all, you had just said that you weren’t interested and that being in public wasn’t what you wanted, so why…?
Suddenly, he felt your hands dance around his shoulder, quick and accurate to the point that it took him several breaths to realize what was going on. He was about to protest, move his hands away, when suddenly his eyes caught yours, still calm and crystal clear, and his mind went blank again. He didn’t struggle as the capelet that was part of his uniform was taken from its usual spot over his shoulder and tied tightly around his wrists, snug enough to keep him still but not tight enough to bruise. An experimental tug proved that the knot would hold, no matter how hard he tried to break free.
Not only were his hands pinned, he realized belatedly, but Satan could practically smell your shampoo. You were draped across his lap, arms on either side of his in an embrace as your hands worked to maneuver the knot out of his finger’s reach. “Wh-what do you think you’re doing?” He finally managed to choke out, each breath coming more labored as your chest pressed against his stomach and he was forced to spread his legs slightly to accommodate you moving into his space.
“Nothing terrible. It would just be inconvenient if you were to lose control of yourself.” Your laughter reached his ears after a moment, and in the pit of his stomach a reactionary flare of anger rose within him. You thought this was funny? Tricking him into being vunerable and then…! “I don’t do this for everyone, you know. I suppose that makes you rather special.”
Suddenly his train of thought was cut off as you pulled back, hands resting on his now separate knees and your head hovering just above his lap. All he could do is watch with wide eyes and swallow reflexively, his mind racing as he tried not to imagine where you could be going next, even as you slowly raised your body up, one hand trailing up under the buttons of his uniform, slowly popping them open one by one until his undershirt was clearly visible. Your other hand danced along the fine fabrics, moving to his shoulder and then to the back of his neck, keeping his head tilted down towards yours. He could feel every movement you made, hear every shift of the fabric as if it were deafening. He didn’t move at all, instead he kept his gaze solely on you until your other hand came to his throat.
The demon gasped slightly, as suddenly your lips were unbearably close to his. He could feel the warmth from your breaths as they puffed against his lips, your eyes were slightly closed behind fluttering lashes and if he could only lean forward slightly, he would be able to taste everything about you. But your hands kept him still, and he distantly wondered if you could hear or feel the blood rushing to his ears and farther south, you were that close. All Satan registered for a moment was a brief tightening and then a jarring looseness around his collar, and you pulled away with a satisfied smirk, leaving him wanting for a brief moment before he registered a shifting of silk between your fingers. “You… stole my tie?”
“I did. You’re not allowed to see.’ You announced with a smile, and suddenly your palms brushed against his cheeks, and he could see no more. Nothing but darkness greeted his gaze even as he blinked. He knew it wasn’t a spell, he could feel you tying his tie behind his head, occasionally getting a strand of hair caught in the knot, but the occasional sharp tug kept him grounded.
“Now… I have one of the most powerful demons in the Devildom, the Avatar of Wrath himself before me, completely bound… What should I do with you?” Your breath was warm on the shell of his ear, and Satan could almost imagine your tongue gently brushing it with each word as he felt your weight settle into his lap. Your hands carefully undid every button on his shirt, exposing his chest to the cool air of the library, warmed only by your touch and occasional candle. He gasped, falling back against the cushions from your sudden pushes, and felt the shoulder of his jacket slide from its place. Pride wouldn’t let him beg you for anything, but he was certain you could tell how much he needed you from his soft pants and the heat burning underneath the blindfold and across his cheeks.
As soon as you were there, you were suddenly gone, all the weight vanished, and the heat from your body went with it. “I think I might leave you to cool off for a little bit. After all, flirting with your student? I thought you’d be tutoring me tonight.”
“What?!” Satan demanded, suddenly struggling against his bindings, but they were too tight. He wouldn’t know it until much later, but they had been enchanted during the exchange, leaving him at your mercy whether he realized it or not. He couldn’t stop the growl that came out as he spoke, however, his need and desire demanding that you come back.
“It’s nothing, really. I’ll just be sure to come get you before they lock up for the night. And if I can’t, I know Lucifer will come looking for you!” Your flirtatious and victorious voice was already fading through the stacks, along with your footsteps, until Satan was left alone in cold, stunned silence, blush still painted on his face.
//send help I can’t help writing bratty and slightly dom!mc... this time Satan is our lovely victim and you know what I really need to write for my favs more bc damn this came out so quickly. Also its fun to imagine after hes freed Satan would find the most creative way to get back at the MC that did this lol
