I got you all something wonderful tonight. I’ve spoken to many girlies who adore Sylus and I noticed there’s a typical theme of trust issues among us for whatever reasons that may be. I, for one, have a hard time letting people into my space and trusting anyone with things important to me, and Sylus notably has the patience for… well- us to come to him. For us to cross the established boundaries.
This goes into his overall character and the themes of BDSM he’s written with and the importance of consent to him (Nightly Rendezvous my beloved) too. BDSM is founded on a mutual trust and consent which makes it very symbolic to me in visualizing a very real trust we may have, but struggle showing. At any rate I put my whole heart and pussy into this so I hope yall enjoy it.
Note: my knowledge on bdsm is surface level so don’t take this as any kind of example other than this all has pre established consent, trust, and other things like a safe word.
Cw: established relationship, AFAB reader, reader can be mc or non mc, BDSM themes, light spanking, shibari, trust and trust issues, minor angst, lots of fluff, mostly smut, p n v, oral f!recieving, fingering, nicknames (kitten/sweetie), creampie, size kink, belly bulge, biting, begging, no use of Y/N
MDNI
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Being hyper-independent, it’s hard to trust anyone with anything. This goes even when you’re dating Sylus. You know how happy it’d make him if you just leaned on him even a little bit, but you just haven’t managed it. Anytime an issue arises, you refuse to admit anything is even wrong until you resolve it. You don’t ask him to do something as measly as get you a snack you’re craving!
Sylus is trying to be patient. He really is. You’re like a feral cat, easily spooked and any minuscule trust lost with the wrong breeze. He just truly despises seeing you clam up so badly. It makes him resent whoever in your past let you down so monumentally this has become your defense. There was only one thing for it though, and that was to prove his sincerity everyday through his actions.
That leads to this night where you’re both feeling your hearts in your throat as you slowly peel off your shirt and he is working the stiffness out of red ropes.
You had shyly asked Sylus if he had any interest in shibari, showing him an image from social media of this pretty model carefully bound in golden ropes that accented beautifully against her dark skin. It wasn’t obscene- there wasn’t even any nudity- to you it was like art.
In context with Sylus though, there was a definite eroticism. You’ve had passing daydreams of it. Of letting go of your vice grip of control of yourself and everything in your life. You know Sylus is practically begging for you to let him in and you want to too. You stand at the threshold in your mind, foot raised and ready to take that necessary step. Yet, just when you nearly make contact with outside your crafted safety you’re seized by this unimaginable distrust that you can’t rely on anyone for anything. Memories grip your minds eye and asks if you want all those times of painful disappointment to happen again and again. You always lack the strength to fight your impulse response to vulnerability.
You hoped, sliding down your pants as well, that this was both removed enough from the typical and proof enough to that part of you still afraid that you’re safe with him.
“Sweetie, we don’t have to do any of this.” Sylus murmured from behind you.
Glancing over your shoulder at him in just your underwear, you felt a nervous smile flutter to your lips. Oh you wanted this. You wanted to be under his explicit control and you want him to fuck you silly. You wanted-
“I know. I’m the one that asked for this, remember?”
You walk to him then, slinging your arms over his shoulders where he has to bend down slightly for it to even be possible. You press a kiss to his neck, jaw, and finally the corner of his lips. A hand rests on your hip and the warm bite of rope teases your skin into fresh goosebumps.
“If you don’t want to, Sylus, you can just say so too.”
You get a hum from your lover as he captures your lips in a slow, steady kiss.
“And miss the chance of tying you up like a present just for me? Never.” He purred, guiding you back towards the bed with measured steps.
“We’re not jumping into the deep end though, even if you think you can handle it. Just your arms tonight. How does that sound, sweetie?”
You’re made to sit down on the bed with the slightest push of his hand and the controlled strength there does crazy things to the growing heat between your legs. Fuck, you asked if he’d stay dressed too, blushing madly when you requested such a thing that had made him quietly laugh before praising you for being so open with what you wanted from him. It was just as perfect as you thought it be as he grabbed your jaw with that giant hand of his, thumb brushing your bottom lip. He hasn’t even done anything and already you felt so breathless.
“You’re not getting anything more until you use your words, kitten.”
Your face was made to look up at him. You couldn’t turn away even if you wanted to with how firm his grip was on your jaw.
“Good.” You sighed out, hands resting obediently in your lap as your eyes flickered to the red in the corner of your peripherals. The rope he had lazily dangling in his hand a silent promise.
“That sounds good.” You reiterate. “I trust you- put myself in your hands. I know you’ll take care of me.” You’re so earnest, you nearly start reaching for him already. Instead you stop yourself.
“Can… can I have a kiss?”
Everything you say and the way you look while saying it is deliciously ruinous for Sylus. Already his pants are so tight because of you and the deep blush on your face. The clear passage of control placed in his very hands as you prove such a fact by asking so sweetly for his kiss. This wasn’t what he was expecting when he’d hear for the first time of your implicit trust, but he wasn’t a man to complain about such a beautiful sight before him.
He leaned down, still holding your jaw, and kissed you. It was more like devouring though as he overwhelmed your senses with his lips and tongue, stealing every gasp and whimper from you with a greed that knew nothing of satiation. By time he pulled back, you were already panting and trying to keep from squirming too badly, but there was no mistaking the way your pretty thighs squeezed together.
“What a good girl you are, kitten. I don’t even have anything on you and your hands have stayed right in your lap. Seems like this feral kitty might just be a stray in disguise.”
“Sylus…” his thumb rubs into your wet, kiss bitten, bottom lip as he softly clicks his tongue.
“Is that all I am right now?” He purrs, teasing your lips until your tongue tried to slip out to catch his thumb.
His hand drew back to guide you onto your stomach. Deft fingers trailed down the length of your spine, flattening out on the small of your back.
“Don’t move.” His voice whispered in your ear as his weight settled next to you.
For constantly working with guns and boxing, Sylus had surprisingly soft hands. His warm touch made you sigh into the silk covers of his bed as they ran down the length of your arms. The motion is slow, tender, and relaxing when he started sprinkling in kisses to your shoulders.
“Thats right- just relax for me. I got you; you can let go.”
His hands settled on your wrists. He would only need one to completely engulf both of yours, but he doesn’t. His thumb brushes along the pulse throbbing in your wrist as he gets a single loop of red rope around your wrists. The loop tightens until your wrists can only slightly shift.
“This is around the tightness we’ll be working with. Make sure you use your words if you want to keep going.”
Your heart felt so full as Sylus continuously made sure this is what you wanted. You had half a mind to ask him to lay back so you could ride him silly. Another part of you- a much more fragile part of you- wanted to break into tears from the level of care he gave and will always give.
“I want to.” You mumble. “Not too tight or painful. Sy-“
You were corrected with a warning spank to your ass that made you jump with a squeak.
“I let it go the first time, kitten, but surely you can find something more proper to call me, hm?”
Heat pooled heavily in your gut as his hands kept working to steadily bind your arms in this rope that acted as a claim in of itself.
“I’m sorry, Mister Qin.” You mewl after sucking in a breath.
All those times he’s added miss before your last name flashes in your mind. Especially when you would tease him with a patronizing tone when at the claw machine or when he questioned your raised fingers initially meant to poke his sides. You knew he was effected by your choice with the fraction of a second his motions paused and the audible breath he took.
“Are you really sorry?” He chides, pausing his knot-work to hold it in one hand.
A single finger slips to hook your underwear, then it’s pulling up cruelly. The gusset of your panties is bunched up and teasing your clit, but more than anything was the glistening slick in the lowlight that you knew was impossible to hide.
“Look at this mess, kitten.” He sighs like it’s a travesty, tugging at your panties at different angles to tease you.
You can’t bite back the moan that escapes you or halt your twitching hips while your clit aches for more stimulation.
“Sorry! I’m- hhaaa~! Im sorry, Mister Qin! I can’t make it stooopp.” You’re not sorry at all, and he knows you’re not.
“No? Do you need me to clean up your mess then?”
Oh you know that voice. That hunger. His words had dropped to a low growl and his finger wrapped up in your panties drifted lower to drag the knuckles of his finger up against your dripping heat. The tease was almost too much as you whine, trying to turn your head to look back at him. You can just see him in the corner of your eye and the faint movement of him bringing that finger to his lips to lap up your desire with an eager tongue.
“Please…” You beg, watching him curl over you again to finish tying up your arms in his expert rope tying. “Please help me, Mister Qin.”
The foreign plea was so strange in how right it felt to beg for. It brought unimaginable pleasure for Sylus though if the way he couldn’t hold back a faint moan said anything.
“Again.” He rasped, tying another knot above your elbows.
His cock was pulsing against your outer thigh from its clothed confinement. You ached to rub yourself up against him like some kind of animal in heat. Your fingers flexed to gauge how mobile you still were and Sylus was nothing if not masterful in everything he does. It wasn’t too tight that you worried about cut off circulation, but certainly tight enough you couldn’t just decide to do something and do it. You were at his mercy, on your vulnerably tummy, and he was the one losing himself over your pleas. The final ties had him tugging off your bra and rope teasing the underside of your breasts and over your shoulders to become a bound masterpiece.
“Help me- please, Mister Qin…” you whine while squeezing your thighs together. He tugged at the rope knotted at your biceps, satisfied with his work and the slight squirming he could see your limbs doing.
“Fuck, kitten, look at you.” He breathed, palming at his straining cock, but not quite allowing himself the pleasure of freedom yet. “Want a picture to see how pretty you are?”
The red rope was reminiscent of his mist in color and it was perfect against your skin. The black panties ruined by your arousal were left pulled taught between your ass cheeks and squeezing thighs. You’d even crossed your ankles to unknowingly complete this perfect image of yourself: the greatest present for Sylus.
“Yes.” You tried to stay still as you felt his evol fill the room, probably grabbing his phone so he could get this immortalized just for him- and you of course.
“I have half a mind to make you into a pretty model for me tonight.”
Between the two of you, Sylus was much more the spitting image of a smug cat as he squeezed an asscheek while the shutter audibly clicked on his phone. Something you know he turned on just for you to hear. One more picture was taken without his hand on you before his weight nearly settled on you as he pressed a kiss to your head while sliding his phone for you to see yourself, carefully poised and bound in his work.
“One more.” You found yourself saying over your rapid heartbeat, feeling such a profound affection swelling inside for this man unable to help himself from peppering kisses to the crown of your head.
“Yeah? What do you want, kitten?”
“Flip the camera. I want one of both of us. Like this.” You felt so shy whenever you told him what you wanted, but his grin you could feel against your hair
“Yeah? How’s this…”
The hand not holding huis phone slide up around your neck, gentle in its hold, and turns your head up until he can kiss you slow and tender. You lose focus on the whole point of why he’s kissing you at the moment until the shutter on his phone clicks, but you start to whine when he pulls back slightly. You feel his smile when he indulges you a bit longer, more than happy to kiss you in this slow exchange of tongues and nibbling teeth. When he pulls back this time, a string of saliva tries to withstand your parting before snapping and when your eyes open you find him already staring at you.
“So beautiful…” he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth one more time. “Now I have a mess to clean up, don’t I?”
Your stomach twists as he leaves his phone behind, the picture of you kissing a little off center, but no less perfect at capturing the utter passion exchanged between you both.
Sylus watches your arms squirm in their confinement, easing back on his knees to brush his knuckles on the back of your thighs.
“N…no more teasing!” You bark back at him, sounding more needy than demanding to his ears. He couldn’t blame you. The front of his pants were ruined by the copious amounts of precum, but he still tortured himself by ignoring the deep ache in his pants.
“No more teasing…?” He just couldn’t help himself, biting back a grin that would certainly have you fuming with a pout if you could see.
“N…no more teasing, Mister Qin… you said you would help…” There you were. You could drive him mad talking like that, and the jump in his cock said as much.
“You’re right, kitten, I did say that.” Sylus purred, spreading your thighs and easing himself down until he was level with your weeping cunt. “You’ve been very patient. Such a good girl.”
A kiss to your inner thigh and you were already so whiny, lifting your hips to give him an easier time indulging in your wet panties. He’d tease you a while longer, licking up a broad swipe of his tongue over your soaked underwear before sucking on the fabric over your clit. He could see your arms strain from his peripherals, your gasps sharp and eager.
The sent of you flooded his senses, drawing his hand to his clothed cock like a spell he couldn’t resist. He only stopped with your panties once the heavenly taste of you faded from them. Then they were pulled aside with a grunt and an impatient thumb to expose the whole of your pussy to the air where he could see it flutter around nothing. Poor thing.
You felt the hot breaths of Sylus against you as your only warning for his lips slotting against you and the prodding of his tongue at your hole. He’d only gone as far as to finally give his aching cock freedom before both hands were back on you and spreading your cheeks so he could bury his tongue as deep as possible.
Your praise came out as choked moans and restrained writhing from your arms. It was ridiculous how deep his tongue reached inside you, lapping at your soft walls until your hips pressed back into his eager mouth, clit throbbing every moment it went untouched. It felt so mind-numbingly good you nearly forgot to keep up the little play of addressing him “properly”.
“Yesss-! Sy… hha… M-Mister Qin- so good! Feels… so good!”
You were drooling right onto the silk covers, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care when you seemed to have gotten Sylus enough to make him break away from your cunt to bite the meat of your ass. Something he only did when he was trying to restrain himself from cumming before he wanted to, and that thought alone did horrid things to you.
Sylus panted against the skin he bit, licking apologies into the harsh imprint of his teeth that would leave you bruised for sure. Letting his cock free of his pants and underwear was a mistake. It let him rut his hips into the bed and nearly had him spilling all over the place before he even had a chance to fuck you properly. You were a fiend, crying for him like that.
Once he was certain he wasn’t going to bust his load prematurely, he placed a sucking kiss on your clit and listened to the reaction it got with a pleased smirk. Two fingers dragged through your messy pussy lips before burying into your tight heat without resistance before he sealed his lips over your clit again to gently suckle. His fingers pump inside you with a steady rhythm while you had no choice but to let every moan and cry reach his ears. No pillows to bite on nor arms to hide in, you every pleasure was his to witness when his tongue swirled around your swollen bundle of nerves in drawn out movements with minimal pressure. Mixing that with the sucking sensation his mouth offered and the massage of his fingers on your inner walls you had a climax that was rapidly building.
“Oh- oh god- close… so close. Wanna cum. Please let me cum…” you beg through heaves of air, struggling to ever get enough into your lungs when it was immediately lost in a groan.
The wet noise of Sylus pulling off of your clit like a messy kiss was obscene as his fingers continued unrelenting.
“My good girl asking to cum? Since you’ve been so patient for me I’ll let you. Let go kitten. Let me catch you.”
Knowing you were so close now, his mouth was sinfully wonderful in how the tip of his tongue toyed with the hood of your clit before rubbing the flat of it into the engorged bundle of nerves. Your walls pulsed around his fingers while every noise was an octave higher than the rest. Your poor thighs were shaking up a storm with your cunt gushing around his hand working your tight hole. Before you could really comprehend it, your vision went momentarily white as the sensations reached their apex. You came all over his face and hand, unable to keep from wailing his name as you took everything he gave you until it bordered on pain. Tears burned your eyes as it took several moments for Sylus to ease off your swollen pussy dripping in your own essence.
The growl you got from him made your toes curl as a possessive hand, the one he wasn’t eagerly lapping at with a greedy tongue, settled on the swell of your hip and squeezed the soft fat there.
“Talk to me, pretty girl. How are you feeling?”
His voice still made a fresh zing of want jump straight to your cunt as he sounded like he was barely holding onto his sanity, if the wet throbbing on your thigh meant anything.
You took several calming breaths before grunting and rolling onto your back with your legs spread wide.
“I feel like I need Mister Qin to breed this pussy…” you muttered with utter confident filth.
You branded his shocked expression into your memory as you grabbed his hips with your legs and dragged him closer until his fat cock head was poking through the fat of your thighs. You rocked your hips up to make his fat cock move along your pussy and watched as Sylus dropped his head back, groaning and rocking his own hips in kind.
“Fuck, sweetie… still need me that bad, huh?” His red eyes zeroed in on your sex-blissed face and how flushed your skin was with your tits squeezed beautifully by the red ropes.
Sylus settled his hands on the joints of your hips, rubbing into your flesh like he couldn’t help himself while his cock was weeping precum on your lower belly.
“Do you want a different position, kitten? I doubt that’s exactly… comfortable for you.”
Sylus tried to not get lost in the absolute hunger you were staring at him with. How that look in your eyes would be branded into his memory for every second he has to go without you by his side. Anytime he’d shamefully tug at his cock when having to spend the night without you because both of you were separated by entire seas.
“‘M okay.” You mumble, but he knew just what to do with his stubborn little kitty to make sure your arms didn’t fall asleep.
“Yeah…?” He cooed, dragging you to the very edge of the bed. “Well I don’t think so, but that’s okay because I got you.”
You bit your lip, eyes watching as he took his cock in hand and rubbed his tip against your clit. He let out a pleased exhale, squeezing the base of his dick firmly for several moments.
“I’ll breed your pretty pussy just like you want and your arms won’t be numb after because a silly kitty wanted to be stubborn and stay on her back.” Sylus teased, watching that denial form on your lips before pressing into you before the first word could drop.
Instead of your bratty retorts, your eyes rolled back as his fat cock spread you open without mercy. The noise that came from you felt deep from your core as Sylus was slow in filling you with every inch of him. You only felt satisfied feeling his tip kiss your cervix and the flush press of his hips to yours. Every vein teased your walls as he steadily drew his hips back halfway before snapping them forward again, forcing a cry from your lungs. Sylus sounded so fucking amazing when he graced your ears with every grunt, growl, and moan.
Just when you thought he’d really settle into a rhythm, he was sliding a hand up one of your thighs, using a firm grip to turn you partially on your side while he was still pleasantly sheathed in your pussy. Then he was testing your flexibility by drawing that leg he held up and up until one arm was hugging around your thigh and the other grasping just under your knee. This spread you way open to him and his slow rocks as he let you ease into this shift in position. All those stretches you’ve done together is the only reason the pull in your body is so delicious instead of uncomfortable.
You were helpless in his hands, but there was no panic. If anything. You burned hotter than ever as he kissed your calf and snapped his hips forward to fuck you proper. You would never admit that he was ri-
“You like this position, kitten?” His eyes were so smug you glared at him even as his dick bullied continuous mewls and moans from your lips.
When you could feel him building up to another tease, you squeezed your cunt tightly around his cock, watching his whole body curl forward slightly while he bit on your leg, lighter than last time, unable to stop himself from rolling his hips forward while you were flush together.
“Fuck…” you heard him whine your name and you knew he was lost.
All playful pretenses dropped when he was getting close because his love was too intense for him to be anything but his loving self towards you. You adored him for that.
Your eyes settled on the space between you when his hand dropped to rub into your clit, but what rocketed you towards a shared orgasm with your lover was watching his heavy thrusts bulge out your tummy, outlining his cock where it made itself home inside you. It always did. Something about it just drove you wild.
He could feel the way you drew close, tightening around him with every movement and those eyes growing glossy with tears, which was a good thing because he couldn’t hold on much longer. He could feel the way his balls drew up, that explosive release just right there-
“S-Sylus…” you whined, leg trembling in his hold as you teetered on the knife’s edge. “I love you.”
His voice cracked when he whimpered your name, burying himself to the hilt inside you before finally letting go, drowning your insides with his hot seed. His noises were higher than you’ve ever heard him as you milked him dry. This orgasm was gentler for you, a steady, fully body pleasure that left you warm and satisfied.
You nearly called out to Sylus again when you felt his evol vibrate against your skin and suddenly your arms were free again and he was laying you back down on the bed. Your arms eased forward, slow in their movements, but fast enough to embrace your loverboy when he draped his massive frame on top of you. You couldn’t help your soft laughter, so in love with this man it stunned you even when he was growing soft inside you and his cum stuffed you to the brim. Dragging a hand up his neck and into his hair, your nails scratched lightly at his scalp and made him hug you tighter.
“Love you too…” you eventually heard him mumble back, sealing the words with kisses to the red marks in your chest left behind from the ropes. “So much.”
“Gonna sleep on me, big guy?” You purred, happy to hold him like this.
“Don’t tempt me.” He groaned lowly, nuzzling and nibbling on your neck. “Need to clean you up… stretch your arms. You’re okay?”
You kissed the top of his head, your little scratches trailing down his neck and over his shoulders until he was purring.
“Yes… very good. Thank you for taking care of me, Sylus.” You murmur into his hair. You hadn’t really meant to drop your first time using the “L” word on him while he was balls deep in you, but it just slipped out like it belonged there. The warmth in your heart promised it wasn’t a measly mistake. The lingering fear in your heart didn’t even taint it.
“I think… I think whatever trust I have left in me is yours now… that’s a scary thought.” You mumble, hugging him tightly like he might float away. Like this all might be a dream.
Sylus makes you look at him though with a gentle hand cupping your cheek. His eyes are so soft it makes your insides squeeze and your bottom lip tremble.
“I’ll make sure that thought becomes a comforting one eventually.” He swears and you actually believe him for once. “I promise your trust is safe with me, but you know that already or you wouldn’t have told me you loved me would you?”
His words sweet enough to kill and you’re nodding before you realize it. Pressing a lasting kiss to your lips, he draws back to look at you a little longer before mustering up the ability to leave your embrace completely. Only to pick you up like you weighed nothing and carry you to the bathroom so he could properly tend to your after care, starting with some good stretches for your rope-imprinted arms and shoulders.