Sans titre

sylus walks over. he’s in a silk night shirt, sleep evident on his face. he stops right between your thighs, crowding your space completely. he does not say a word. he just reaches out and wraps his hand around your bare ankle, his touch instantly melting the chill on your skin.

“can’t sleep?” he asks, voice a low rumble.

“my brain won’t shut up,” you whisper, voice small and tired.

sylus lets out a soft breathy sigh. he steps even closer, until his sides are pressed up against your knees. he reaches up and grabs you by the waist, his strong fingers effortlessly lifting you off the counter. you let out a tiny gasp, hands flying out to grip his broad shoulders.

instead of putting you on the floor, sylus just holds you up against him. your feet are completely off the ground. he wraps his massive arms around your back, burying his face into your neck. your heart does a sudden flip. you wrap your legs tightly around his waist to keep from falling.

“sylus,” you say, face flushed. “i didn’t say you could kidnap me off the counter.”

“you’re in my house, sweetie” he mutters against your skin, a smile evident. “everything here belongs to me.”

you smack his chest. he only hums. but sylus keeps holding you against him. he presses a slow and warm kiss under your ear. his soft silver hair tickles your jaw and his warmm breath makes a sweet shiver run down your spine.

and you do it. you relax completely, leaning your forehead against his temple, fingers tangling in his soft hair, melting against him. he’s so big, so solid, so incredibly warm and absolutely yours.

sylus lets out a low happy chuckle against your neck when he feels you give in. he shifts his head, nose brushing a slow, lazy path up your jawline until his lips are resting against the corner of your mouth. he holds you tighter, grip filled with affection and fondness.

“Remind me again how this happened?”

You stifled your laugh as you blinked up at a very pouty, very red Satoru.

“Don't laugh at me.” He grumbled as he waddled over to you, carefully sitting himself down on the edge of the bathtub in front of you. In your hands was a tube of aloe vera gel, ready to soothe your husband's sunburnt skin. Satoru let out a long sigh before explaining himself, “You see, Nanami went to Malaysia and he got a nice tan, and Suguru is always tan I mean have you seen his complexion? It's like he lives under the sun!”

You sighed in response, shaking your head as you lathered up some of the gel in your hands. “That doesn't explain why you look like a dried-up lobster.”

“Hey!”

“A crispy one, too.” Satoru pouted, crossing his arms — hissing at the contact and ultimately unfolding them again. “That is just cruel.”

“Anyway, sweets —” he continued as you began to soothe the gel over his arms, “— I wanted to get my tan in too. But apparently I can't tan, or maybe I put too much tanning lotion on.” He pondered for a few seconds, bringing his hand to his face to lean into his palm before flinching away with a small ‘ow!’

“Hold still you idiot, let me apply the gel and move your blindfold up.” You scolded him, hands reaching to soothe the aloe over his face next. “No! You're going to rub it in too hard — it'll hurt!” He recoiled as if you were holding an axe.

“Don't be a baby Toru, and I told you to move the blindfold.”

Satoru fiddled with his fingers for a few seconds, anxiously biting his lip. You were about to rip the blindfold off of him but then he finally began to peel the black fabric back into his hairline slowly.

“Oh my god.”

He tried to turn away but you stopped him. Satoru’s eye area was completely safe from any sunburn — which was good — but he was left with what would turn into a very ridiculous tan line. “Oh my goodness, Toru, what on earth have you done?” You heaved with laughter, arm clutching your stomach as you doubled over.

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up.” He rolled his bright blue eyes, milky hair falling over his eyes as he shook his head. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! You just look so funny.” He gasped dramatically at your words, hand clutching his chest — and flinching at the burn — as if he were about to have a heart attack. “Gah! How could you say that to me? Especially in my injured state.”

You began to massage the gel into his neck and chest making sure not to press too hard into his skin. Satoru continued sulking and jerking at your touch, claiming you were ‘being too rough with his delicate skin.’ You could only scoff at him in return.

“Hey, how did the UV even get past your infinity, don't tell me you've turned it off.”

Your husband flashed you a sheepish grin, bright eyes sparkling under the fluorescent bathroom light. You landed a light smack to his shoulder causing him to wince in pain, “Hey! God forbid a guy wants to catch some rays.” You groaned at his words, “Never say that again, I will divorce you.” He only hummed in response, nuzzling himself further into your touch.

“You love me really.” You scoffed at him, soothing another layer of aloe across his arms.

“Unfortunately, I do.”

♡ content warnings: fem! reader, established relationship, suggestive, domesticity, blk coded reader.

"Mmh, you smell so good," he commented, sticking his nose in the nape of your neck. His body hovered atop yours, arms wrapped around your back. You would tell him to beat it and get his outside clothes from off the bed, but you could tell your husband was tired.

He had texted you a litany of sad face emojis, letting you know he had to stay late. Taking that opportunity of quiet, you did a bit of self-care. Skin smooth and shaved, smothered in body butters and oils, and hair wrapped up in a silk-satin bonnet. Even putting on a cute pajama set to match, with Satoru around, being in the bathroom that long or completing a full skin care routine without interruptions would be impossible.

Letting him feel up your skin, his hands roaming to massage it between his fingers, leaving small kisses against your neck. "I missed you," he mumbled, voice vibrating against your throat.

He was so cute like this, his body wanting to go to sleep, yet he fought hard just to have small moments with you like this. Spreading your legs, you pulled him closer, allowing him a more comfortable position rather than holding himself up. Your foot slid up his legs, settling on wrapping your legs around his waist.

"I missed you, too, Satoru." You hummed, kissing the top of his hair. White strands tickling your face, your nails scratched at his overgrown undercut. You would remind him later to get one, twirling your fingers with his. He leaned into your touch, body growing more lax.

“You aren’t doing it right,” you groan, pulling away and catching your breath as you look at Sylus who was just staring at you with a stupid grin on his face.

“Oh? And I didn’t know there was a proper way to kiss you.”

You shake your head and adjust yourself between his legs, shuffling closer until you’re pressed against him a second time. And the moment your skin makes contact with him, you don’t waste another second before kissing him again.

“There is no proper way,” You mumble between kisses, pulling away to catch your breath before diving in for another one. “You're just doing it wrong on purpose.”

A quiet chuckle left his lips and Sylus slid his hand to the side of your head, cupping your face in his palms before ‘melting’ in the kiss.

“How observant— tch!”

You only nip his lip in response and it makes him hiss, pulling back and gazing at your mischievousness written all over you. He cocked an eyebrow and huffed out a laugh while swiping his thumb against his lip.

“And feisty.” He adds on.

“Yeah,” You whisper, hands trailing to the nape of his neck as you carefully hold onto him, itching to just lean closer.

“So kiss me properly.”