youāre currently sitting on the floor of sylusās pristine, incredibly expensive closet, wearing one of his giant black button up shirts like itās a dress. youāre also wearing his heavy leather boots. theyāre about five sizes too big.
you take a tentative, wobbly step forward, stomping loudly. STOMP. STOMP. you raise your arms like a huge robot. āfear me,ā you announce to the empty room, āi am the leader of onychinus. give me all your gold...and dark secrets!ā
āis that right?ā you hear a low voice say.
you freeeze.
sylus is leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed as he watches you. he looks like heās been standing there for a while. your face burns hot but you refuse to break character. you Puff out your chest, āyes, hand over the goods, civilian!ā
sylus dosenāt move. he just looks down at your feet, then up to the shirt that swallows your frame. a slow, dangerous smirk spreads across his face but his ruby eyes are soft and melted.
āyou lack...a certain menace,ā his deep voice rumbles, thick with amusement.
āhey, i have tons of menace!ā you say, taking a step forward to prove your point, but your foot slips right out of the boot. you lose your balance and yelp, tumbling forward.
before you can fall, heavy, warm weight catches you. sylus has scooped you up by the waist with one hand; he lifts you effortlessly, laughing a low gravelly chuckle that vibrates against you. he dosenāt put you down. instead, he simply carries you over to the plush armchair, sitting down and keeping you right on his lap.
āhey!ā you protest, kicking your feet. now one of his giant boots falls off entirely. āput me down, sir. iām a threat.ā you say with a that coy smile.
āmhm, a terrifying one,ā sylus murmurs, reaching up with his index finger to boop your nose. āyouāre drowning in my clothes, sweetie.ā
āitās comfortable,ā you pout, crossing your arms.
sylus smiles. āthey look better on you anyway,ā he says smoothly. he wraps his arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his clean scent enveloping you. he gives you a tight, playful squeeze that makes you gasp-laugh.
āsylus stop, it tickles!ā you say, laughing, unable to stop.
āno,ā he whispers against your skin, smirk widening as you squirm. āyou invaded my closet. this is the penalty.ā
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Finished all the Spring banner stories and my thoughts are lingered on the Sylus one. š
Sylus x fem!reader ā you smell amazing | smut |
warnings: breeding, mating press, squirting. >.> not betaād we die š
ever since youāve landed in these hot springs, your mind is dizzy. sylusā scent changes to the exact thing that you want. when you want. heās awfully smug about it these days too. all animals are latched onto him like he is their messiah, and then⦠thereās you. gulping loudly, swallowing thickly, sweating at the forehead and awfully distracted because your man has never been more⦠sexier. your body is reacting on a physical level to this shit. god damnā¦
āsomeone is very obvious now.ā sylus hums smugly, watching your nose glide against his bicep like heās cocaine. and youāre a struggling addict.
you pinch him gently, āi know you love this all too much, me acting like an omega in heat.ā you huff, but you donāt move from him. you are bold, yes, but this is making you nauseatingly needy.
you straddle his lap next, making sure to nestle yourself perfectly on his bulge. āi canāt⦠just let you be smug all you want.ā you hold his face in one hand.
sylusā eyes are glowing, a lazy grin plastered on his face as he raises his hands in mock surrender. āuh oh, this kitten loves her catnip.ā
his large and looming hands knead at your ass. ādidnāt you want to go out on an adventure today?ā he purrs, leaning in against the shell of your ear in a low, reverberating hum that echoes through your core. āor do you want to change plans into staying at home. unable to move⦠when iām done with you, hm?ā
before you could retort in a sarcasm laced response, his big hand wraps around your neck, squeezing at the sides and reminding you just how good it feels to be loved by sylus. you gasp softly, and that opportunity is bagged by your dragon instantly. tongue shoved against your mouth with a carnal, almost-brute like growl.
you suckle at his tongue, shoulders slumping in relaxation, itās short lived. the heat pooling in your gut is the biggest distraction that makes you greedy and insatiable right now. sylus chuckles softly, his melodious, borderline mocking laugh. he is reveling in this. being wanted. he is always wanted, however⦠this scratches an itch in his brain that is only animalistic. you are going crazy on his scent.
you feel feverish with the way goosebumps prickle on your skin, body having a mind of her own as you grind up against him. he purrs, āitās okay kitten. i will give you what you want. until you beg me to stop.ā
oh this manā
before you could say anything else. youāre flipped on your back on the bed, sylus mounting you instantly, your clothes are ripped off, the sound of fabric giving up only makes you giggle. it signifies that youāre not the only one who is insatiable; matched with his glowing eyes and the way he smirks⦠like he would eat you alive. bones and soul.
your legs are hiked up, knees on your shoulders as your leaking cunt gets exposed to him. āoh⦠kitten. this is the scent that beats all othersā¦ā sylus purrs, leaning into it and taking a deep whiff of you. you whine at his words, and the way your walls twitch around nothing for more.
your brain is numbed, yet, your hands reflexively lean up to fondle with his pants and zip. āah ahā¦ā he swats your hand with a hum. ābe patient, kitten.ā
his thick, vein decorated cock nestles against your bare skin. reaching your navel. angry and pulsing on his own. āi will ruin you so good...ā he chuckles, watching it, musing with a sickness and imagining first hand how deep his cock will reach. it gives him a dirty satisfaction. your body unable to do anything at all but take, and take, and take what he plans to give you.
he slides in to the hilt, white happy trail caressing your clit as he shifts his hips to bury his cock deep. the way it feels is almost violating all the time. no matter how many times you take sylus, no matter how many times youāve cockwarmed him. it feels like something that shouldnāt exist. your poor rim stretches paper thin around his base.
āhnn- oh god-ā you shake your head. āplease- sylus-ā
then he starts moving, not slow. oh- shitā not slow at all. every thrust feels like he is ploughing your body from the inside. balls slapping against your crack. the way his scent engulfs you right now, makes you dizzy. eyes rolling backwards in pure, unadulterated surrender.
your gaze has never turned submissive more quickly, itās all him. the way you squirm for relief, hands pinned above your head instantly. āno no. donāt you dare run away from me.ā he taps your cheek softly, noā itās not a slap. it does ground you innately however.
āi told you kitten-ā his voice sounds jerky with the way his cock is bullying your pussy. thrusts sharp and brutal, kissing your cervix every single time. fat mushroom tip spearing your insides hollow. āi will make sure you stay here and take it. you wanted this didnāt you?ā
you nod like a bobble head. āhnngh- ha- yeah- yeah i wanted this-ā you shake your head, lean it back. anything and everything to get used to the mind-numbing pleasure he is giving you.
āthen spray on me. hmm? go on⦠i wonāt let you go unless you squirt on me.ā he chuckles darkly, hand leaning down to rub your clit in circles, all in tandem with his thrusts. his hand wrapping around both your wrists pinning and tightening further.
you feel the familiar coil in your body snap, and gush around him. spraying down his abs and orgasming so intensely it feels like youāre seizing. āoh good girl-ā
āthatās it, gooood girl.ā his cock jumps against your fluttering pussy. āmassage my cock, just like that.ā he commands, watching how your core twitches and clenches. he topples off the edge, hot and sticky seed breeding and coating your walls.
it satiates something inside you that you couldnāt name. but knew it needed to be satiatedā¦
he turns you on your belly immediately after, one crisp slap falling on the curve of your ass cheek. āoh? did you think weāre done, kitten?ā
itās going to be a long night. good thing youāre just as insatiable as your dragon. šāāļø
āletās take a photo,ā youād said casually, like it wasnāt a big deal. like your heart wasnāt already racing at the idea of standing that close to him on purpose.
sylus, of course, had simply nodded. āif thatās what you want.ā
now heās standing beside you, too straight, too still, like heās been positioned there for inspection. you glance over and immediately sigh.
āyou look like youāre about to interrogate the camera."
āim standing,ā he replies calmly.
āthatās not the issue.ā
you step closer before you can overthink it, fingers catching the front of his coat as you gently tug him down. He follows without resistance, but now heās too close... close enough that your breath catches.
you ignore your rapid heartbeat, lifting your phone. ājust, look at the camera. and maybe⦠try smiling?ā
āi am.ā
āyouāre not.ā
āthis is my neutral expression.ā
āthatās worse.ā
before the awkwardness can swallow you whole, you act on instinct, leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek just as the camera clicks. you pull back, already reaching to check the photo, then pause. sylus hasnāt moved.
his eyes are on you now, not the phone, not the camera, just you. something in his expression has shifted, composure slipping just enough to make your chest tighten.
āā¦what was that?ā he asks quietly.
āa kiss?ā you say, suddenly very aware of how close you still are.
āiām aware.ā his gaze flickers briefly to your lips, then back to your eyes. āā¦why?ā
āitās normal,ā you mumble. ācouples do that in photos.ā
he goes quiet for a second, like heās processing that. then his hand comes up, slow and deliberate, fingers brushing your jaw as he tilts your face toward him.
āstay still.ā
your heart stutters. he leans in, close enough that you think, this is it... click. you blink.
āā¦did you just...ā
he tilts the phone toward you. the photo shows you completely flustered, him closer than before, hand still on your face, except heās not looking at the camera. heās looking at you.
āā¦you didnāt even face the camera,ā you mumble.
āā¦why would I,ā he says softly, āwhen youāre right here?ā
your face burns instantly.
āā¦take another one,ā he adds.
you glance up. āā¦you want another?ā
āyes.ā
this time, when you lift the phone, he doesnāt need guidance. his arm comes around you naturally, pulling you closer like it belongs there.
and when the camera clicks, heās still not looking at it. only you....
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The only way Sylus could describe you upon your first meeting, is with the words
heartbreakingly beautiful.
He's not even sure of the surroundings or circumstances he's in, because suddenly you're all he can focus on: your white dress and poised beauty, and the way your eyes don't convey quite the same joy as your graceful smile.
He supposes quite like one is drawn to a tragedy despite being slowly set up to experience a deep and wrenching pain, he got entrapped by you.
Elegance and guilt; ethereal sin.
Behind the sad gaze something akin to a fire burns dark, hypnotising him.
A marvellous fairy-like creature with blood stained hands.
He watches you maneuver the gown you're donning like a corpse getting dragged around, yet you're in no rush as if you don't feel out of place or out of time.
you donāt even know why you say it. youāre not the praising type. not really. you tease. you moan. you beg sometimes when he makes youāwhen heās in one of those moods, all pushy and mean, telling you to use your manners, sweetheart, like he isnāt already two fingers deep and spreading you open slow just to watch your eyes roll.
and sylus isnāt the kind of guy who needs it either. heās cold. not just at work. always. cold voice, cold hands, cold look over his shoulder like heās already ten steps past you in his head. nobody phases him. nobody cracks him. nobody gets to touch him and see him at the same time.
but you do.
and he lets you.
and right nowāheās letting you fuck him soft and slow, chest to chest, mouth to mouth, your hips rolling lazy on top of his while his handās curled low around your ass, guiding you, controlling you even when youāre the one on top. thatās how he likes it. how he needs it.
so maybe itās that. maybe itās the look on his face. maybe itās the way his brows are twitching together, like heās fighting something offālike if he lets you go even a little harder heās gonna say something stupid, something real.
youāre already gone. you feel too good. youāre too wet. youāre not thinking. so you say it. āyou feel so good, sylus.ā just like that. soft. breathy. like you mean it. and the second you doāhe freezes.
not all the way, not like heās pulling back. more like heās startled. like you hit something he didnāt know was there.
āā¦what?ā
you blink down at him, rocking slow. āi said you feel goodāā
ādonāt.ā his voice is raw. strained. quiet like itās been scraped thin.
you laugh a little, teasing. āwhat, iām not allowed to praise you now?ā
āno,ā he mutters. āyouāre not.ā
but heās gripping you harder. his thighs are trembling. heās looking at you like heās pissed, but underneath itāunderneath that perfect, surgical composureāheās wrecked.
and you know why. you know him. you know this man who never needs anything, who never lets anyone in, who fucks you like heās punishing himself for liking itāand now you know what breaks him.
ābaby,ā you whisper, soft as sin. āyouāre so deep. youāre so good to meāso fucking goodāā
his breath hitches. he shudders. his grip goes punishing and he grits through his teeth, āshut up,ā but itās not mean. itās not real. itās desperate.
so of course you donāt. of course you ride him slow and stroke his face and kiss his jaw and say, āyou make me feel so good. youāre perfect. you always take care of me. nobody fucks me like you doāā
and thatās what does it. that. right there. because suddenly heās groaning into your mouth like heās never cum before in his life, like youāre fucking wringing the soul out of him with every word, every grind, every good boy whispered between your kisses.
he bucks once. spills deep. and he goes completely still underneath you, eyes wide, lips parted, chest heaving while he shoots every last drop into you without warning, without even knowing itās happening until itās too late, until youāre clenching around him and stroking his hair and smiling down like you knew this would happen all along.
you kiss his cheek. he doesnāt move.
āfuck,ā he breathes. āyouāfuck. donāt ever say that again.ā
Synopsis: You are the Countess who has married and summoned the Archfiend Sovereign. Now, the Silverwinged Fiend is your devoted husband, prepared to indulge your every desire.
Rating: Explicit (just straight up smut with no plot). This work is only intended for a mature audience.
Word count: 1k
Tags: Smut, PwP, vampire!sex, married!sex, P in V sex, missionary, vampire biting, blood drinking, bloody kisses, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare, clothed Sylus, naked MC, needy MC, Second Person PoV
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"My dearest wife," Sylus purred, thrusting his hips deeper into you. He barely had any patience to unbutton his coat and push down his trousers just enough to free his length, before he took you.
After all, you were such a delicious feast, all sprawled out naked on your marital bed, the crimson sheets decorated with rose petals as you waited for your husband. The moment he drew away the curtain of the canopy, you had bitten you lip and whined how much you needed him. With inhuman speed, he obeyed your command.
Now his form towered over you, pumping his thick cock inside your slick channel, while you whined and whimpered beneath him. He wanted to make sure you felt all of him, everything he had to give, everything that was yours and only yours.
"My dear Countess, won't you talk to me? Or have I already rendered you speechless?" he continued to purr on a low, whispered level, his face lowering towards yours. This close, you noticed how bright his crimson irises glowed, focused to capture all of your littlest reactions.
"Ahh, Sylus, you're so⦠so big!" you moaned, barely able to speak as he pistoned into you, his large hands grabbing onto your hips to steady himself.
"What an astute observation, my Lady. It seems you're not too far gone. But fret not, there is still plenty of time tonight. Even as dawn crests into morning, we shall still be entangled as a wife and husband should."
Another high pitch moan left your throat as he pushed all the way inside and ground against your mons. His lips attacked your jaw, kissing and sucking on your skin. Your hands wrapped around his neck to keep him close. You never wanted to part from Sylus. Never. Your bodies had to be just as entwined as your souls.
"Bite me, Sylus, feed on me," you whispered, guiding his head further down your neck.
He chuckled against your skin, his breath hot. "You're greedy, my beloved wife. Only your blood shall enter my veins and sustain me. That is what you desire, right?"
He licked the sensitive skin of your throat, preparing the area for his feast. Kitten licks switched to gentle sucking, and then to blunt teeth trailing over the warmed up skin. His jaw opened wider, and finally his canines pierced your neck and drew out your delicious blood.
"Yes!" you screamed, and you didn't know if it was a response to his earlier question, or a shout of satisfaction as you reached the small death around the teeth in your throat, and the cock buried deep inside your cunt.
Sylus growled as he felt your walls pulsing around his length and hot blood pooling in his mouth. It wouldn't be long until he was overcome with pleasure too, as your body offered him the most sinful and delightful of ecstasies. His wife, half of his soul, his unforgivable sin in the fabric of eternity, the very thing that has imprisoned him. And freed him at the same time.
He feasted on the essence of your life, detaching himself just before he took too much, just after the venom of his spit made you pliant and so satisfied. You delighted in this hazy feeling, having lost enough blood to feel its absence, and given plenty to fill your lover. It was so exhilarating, to feel like you were dreaming, yet everything that happened around you was complete reality.
He still stretched you open, plunging into your warm depths as you still shuddered from your earlier orgasm. Your heart beat faster to pump new blood to replace what you've lost for the sake of your beloved. You loved the warmth spreading from your bite wound, encompassing your entire body with a longing desire to let your bloodthirsty fiend keep taking you and from you endlessly.
You didn't let your husband lick the blood from his lips and fangs, instead you crashed his mouth onto yours, so you both may share a bloodied kiss. He groaned and chased your lips, your tongue, as his cock stuffed you full of himself and rested there.
Your blood tasted of iron and salt as he whimpered on your tongue, pumping you full of his seed. He emptied inside of you all that he had to give, until it spilled out of your overfilled channel, his white essence dripping down your thighs to stain the crimson sheets below.
You two parted to inhale a fresh breath, the air around you thick with the scent of sex, blood, and your shared bliss.
Sylus smirked, and nuzzled the side of your neck, inhaling the sweet cherry wine scent of the dried blood on your throat. His saliva healed the wound, only twin pinpricks left behind, and a thin trail of your blood that spilled on the pillow beneath your head. He would never be able to satiate himself, not when you smelled and tasted like the most divine of ambrosia he had the pleasure of stealing from unworthy gods. He reveled knowing you were his and his alone, so willing to fulfil all of his desires.
As Sylus rested against the skin of your neck, you gathered him in your arms, carding gentle fingers through the long, soft, silky strands of his hair. His heavy weight on top of you, and the fact you were still intimately connected, blanketed you into a serene and complete aftermath.
"Sylus?"
He didn't respond verbally, just hummed, his face still buried in the skin he loved so much.
"Don't you want to take off your clothes?"
"Oh?" he chuckled, rising on his elbows to look down at you, at your flushed face and swollen lips. "I wasn't aware I had such an impatient wife. But I already promised you the entire night and morning, so it would be unbecoming of me to not do good on my word."
Sylus detangled himself from your body, leaving you empty and cold. He stood up and slowly shrugged off his coat, his waistcoat, his neck tie and blouse. His cock already stood thick and hard anew as he fully pushed down his trousers, joining you in complete nudity.
As he stepped onto your bed once more, your body heat up instantly. You could never resist the allure of your husband.
"You shall have everything you desire from me, my dearest wife."
Notes: Well, I cannot stop thinking about Sylus and his new Myth, so because I can't concentrate on anything else, I had to write some smut about it. Also, I'm perfectly normal about Sylus calling MC his "dearest wife", I am absolutely not feral over that line ever since I heard it. Anyway, I couldn't resist the deliciousness that is Vampire Fiend Sylus, and neither could MC. Thank you for reading!
Sylus takes notice one night, as youāre resting against him, of the exact way you position yourself in his hold.
You press your body to one side of his, until youāre basically molded against him. Your heart lays above his, itās beating harmonizing with his own until they inevitably sync together.
Your head rests slightly on his collarbone, your face lingering just above his neck leaving your nose to occasionally bump it after a deep breath. Breaths which fan across his skin and give him little goosebumps.
Though it isnāt any of this that truely catches his attention.
One of your hands lays gently on his chest.
Sprawled exactly where in a past life a final blow had taken his life.
Your fingers graze where the gash would have been, leaving soft touches instead of dripping blood.
Youāre unaware of what had happened ages ago, though subconsciously you apologize. Holding him close now as you couldnāt before. Perhaps it was part of your soul coming to its peace as you laid with him now.
His hand shakes slightly as it comes to trace your own, he turns, placing a kiss to the crown of your head and begins to focus once again on your steady breaths and your heart's rhythmic beat.
Perhaps this will be enough of a resolution to relax his own soul as well, that way his part and yours can come and rest together again as you two do now.
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Early on in the relationship Sylus is trying to not be as clingy as he wants to be. Like dragon instinct plus the fact he remembers everything and now they are officially together???
Mans is struggling to keep his hands to himself. Not even sexually. Just like he needs to remind himself ur there so he always needs to touch u
At first itās just little things. Brushing against u when there is clearly enough room. Pulling u close whenever u look like ur leaning toward him. Hugging u just slightly longer than expected.
Eventually u figure out his love language is very touchy (and lets be honest he thrives on all the other languages as well) and tell him he doesnāt have to wait for u to instigate cuddles or being close.
This was a mistake (no itās not). This man is the definition of clingy. And he straight up melts into you whenever he gets the chance.
Big scary leader of Onychinus? No. Thatās ur personal human shaped blanket heater.
It doesn't matter if he knows how to do something or not, he is either learning to do it himself or paying for someone who does it.
He is just the most competent man alive and will go through legal and illegal methods of problem solving for you. Whether the matter is as simple as building a new vanity for your bedroom, spending and searching through all the internet for that niche scent perfume or picking you up from missions that went down, he is always finding a way out.
Love the way he is always trying to make everything easier for you, and of course he gets his share of happiness in the process, cause nothing is more fulfilling for him than making your worries go away.
It“s really easy with him actually, because you know that he has seen the worst of the world, the worst of people and is not afraid of it. You could have the darkest of secrets and the worst of the problems and all he would give you is love and support.
Of course he loves seeing you all empowered, shooting wanderers, driving your motorcycle at some speeds he finds impressive, winning kitty cups, whatever that makes you have that glow of confidence he loves, but he still relish in the way you relax around him, how you don't have to overthink decisions, how your defense walls are down when he is around.
You could go to the end of the world and be fearless knowing that he is with you.
He says it's because you get the scary dog privilege from him that shields you from danger, you say it's because he makes you feel safe.
He doesn't know what to do when the words leave your mouth.
So he does what he knows best, he keeps you safe in his arms, shielded from wanders, bad people, worries, loneliness...
Yeah he can take everything you throw at him, test him.
He's used to your hunter's uniforms, your comfy clothes that consist of oversized shirts with no bras and shorts that could be considered underwear. Your closet is an array of graphic tees and tighter blouses, sweatpants and ripped jeans, a handful of skirts and dresses.
Yet you always gravitate to the same five or six things when he's with you. Not that he's ever minded, he's a creature of habit himself. You like what you like, he can't blame you for that.
When you told him you'd be heading out with a couple of your close girlfriends for dinner and drinks, he expected something a little... different. "I'm about to leave, do you need anything?" You're finishing your mascara in the hallway mirror, blinking and turning your head in each direction to ensure your lashes are evenly coated.
"No, I'm alright. Do you need... any...thing..." Each word becomes a little weaker. He thought you'd wear jeans and a sweater, or maybe sweats. He wasn't expected to see so much... skin.
A lacy black body suit clung to your torso, hugging your breasts so tightly that they spilled just a bit over the top. The straps were thin, exposing all of your shoulders, dipping low to show most of your back. You paired it with a leather mini skirt, ending at your mid thigh and hugging your ass so sinfully Sylus found his throat drying up.
"I have the cash you slipped in my purse still, so I'm more than good." You finally looked at him - whether you heard him trailing off or not he couldn't tell. The look on your face was awfully innocent for someone dressed so sinfully. "Who are you going out with again?"
You began prattling off a few names, rummaging around your purse for your lip gloss. Blissfully - or purposely - unaware that he had set down the book he had been flipping through and began walking towards you. "And you trust them to stay with you all night?" You nearly leapt out of your own skin, fingers dropping the gloss back into your purse as you whipped your head up to look at him. "Sylus, don't start."
It was purely teasing, but it didn't stop his brow from twitching slightly. You really had no clue how tempting you looked in these clothes? "Don't start?" It's a hushed whisper, a step closer has you taking a small step back. "I trust you, Kitten. I think I've made that abundantly clear."
Another step closer, you feel your back ghost the mirror you had been look at only moments prior. "But you've lost your mind if you think I'm letting you walk out of our home looking like this." You flinch as the cold glass hits your bare skin, he's caging you against the wall with his body alone. One glance down at you are greeted with the visible bulge residing at the front of his trousers. "Sylus, I'm going to be late."
"Then tell them to push the reservations back."
You suck in a breath as he pushes against you, hot and heavy against against your stomach. You can feel the need radiating off of him. "I show a little skin and suddenly you don't know how to act?" You watch his jaw tick, silent for a moment to rein himself in. "This outfit is like... the most basic going out fit imaginable." You add, thinking back on your college days and trying not to chuckle.
"It's not the clothing that's working me up, kitten. It's the person wearing them." His breath is warm across your face, noses nearly brushing as his eyes zero in on your lips. "Sy, seriously..."
You swallow, chest rising and falling in a rapid rhythm. Something that doesn't go unnoticed, he knows he has you where he wants you.
"When do you need to leave?" He moves and you lean back, his lips ghosting yours for a fraction of a second. You're not even sure why you're putting up a fight at this point, what's standing before you is far more tempting than a girl's night out... "In ten minutes."
You needed to leave now.
"I can make do with that." You don't move away when he kisses you this time, letting your purse slide off your shoulder and fall to the ground as you wrap your arms around his neck. The kiss is devastating, his lips moving perfectly against your own, coaxing you open.
Large hands splay over your ass, tugging you flush against the hard planes of his body. The leather sliding up to reveal supple skin, the groan that vibrates his throat makes you shiver. "Wait...!" You push him back, gasping for air as saliva clings to your lips. "We don't have time."
"You're going to ruin my makeup... let me just..." You watch his brows twitch together as you splay both hands across his chest, keeping him at bay as you sink to your knees.
"You think this is a less... messy option?" His chest is rising and falling faster now, cheeks rosy red as you reach for his zipper and tug. "I can wait for later, let me take care of you for right now, yeah?"
Conflict flashed in his gaze, but he didn't stop you from tugging his boxers down next. Sylus' cock is so hard it looks painful to you, red and twitching with pearly beads of precut leaking from his tip. "This will keep me satisfied until I'm done hanging out with my friends." His throat bobs, voice gravely as he speaks. "Are you sure, kitten?"
You don't answer him verbally, instead you guide him to your lips. Looking up at him through your lashes, you let your tongue slip out to lap softly at the underside of his cock. Sylus groans, bracing his hands on either side of the mirror above him as you tease. He tastes sweet, like the honey you mix into his evening tea.
You let your jaw relax, mouth encompassing his head in its entirety. Straining yourself to keep your eyes upwards, eager to soak in every micro reaction Sylus's face is capable of making. "Shiiiit, kitten. Like that... a little deeper..." His head was the most sensitive, most of the time you never had to go much further. You, however, loved the way his jaw went slack every time you managed to swallow him to his base.
You swallow around him, mouth constricting tightly as you press your tongue to the underside of his cock. He's velvety soft and heavy on your tongue, the weight of him enough to make butterflies swirl in your stomach. His hand twitches, nearly reaching down to grab your head.
But he stops, reining himself back to grab the wall again as you bob your head steadily along his length. Not quite all the way, but just enough to make your throat tighten with the urge to gag. The noises are obscene, making your face flush and eyes water as you keep them trained on his fucked out face. "Good job, you're doing so good."
Every praise is accompanied by a twitch of his cock, the sweaty, honey-like precum flooding your mouth. He was already close. You fight the urge to pull off of him, beg him to use you. You don't have time to lose yourself in his pleasure. Especially when you can hear your phone buzzing in your purse only a foot away.
"M'already close." Sylus doesn't stop himself this time, hands cupping your face and guiding your movements. Forcing you just a little deeper with each drag down. You let him, nails digging into his hips for support as you relax your jaw and bear it. You swallow again, suckling harder to silently encourage him to let go. Not willing to depart yet.
He can barely mumble out a warning before he's cumming, hot ropes spilling into the warm cavern of your mouth. Purposely not pulling out as he usually would to make a mess of you. How considerate.
You work him through it, easing up your movement in order to not overstimulate him and start something you truly have no time to finish. Slowly, swallowing everything he offered, you pull off of him with a delicate pop. Grinning up at him lazily and wiping your lips. "It's a good thing I didn't get a chance to put on my lip gloss yet."
Sylus is smiling down at you, a slightly smug look glimmering in his eyes as he thumbs your cheek. "Mmm, maybe you should have waited on your mascara." You blink up at him, realization dawning on you as you jump up and whirl to look at yourself in the mirror.
"Sylus!"
"It was your idea, Kitten." Black streaks of mascara ran down your cheeks, there was no denying what you had just done. "I'm gonna beat your ass!" You squeak, bending down to grab your purse and scurry off to the bathroom to try and salvage what you can. Leaving Sylus to tuck himself away, still hard and ready for more.
M'sorry if this sucks bawls I'm trying to find my writing rhythm again - Soul
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"Sweetie, why is she looking at me like that?" Sylus asked, his tone matching with his expression of confusion and concern. His arms were crossed together, and his gaze was fixed intently on the curious, beautiful little newborn girl all bundled up in your cozy arms. It had been a while since his daughter had stared at him so deeplyāas if she wished to gain something from him, and that's what Sylus had been wanting to figure out. He's capable of comprehending anything in range, yet this look from his daughter left him feeling puzzled and slightly uneasy.
You merely chuckled, cradling your daughter gently in your arms as you replied, "Maybe she wanted her daddy to hold her." That sentence had caught your husband off guard, with his dangerous ruby eyes widened in surprise, and his posture had gone stiff.
He immediately fixed up his composure with a phony cough and replied coolly. "Nonsense. A simple gaze does not translate to a desire for physical affection." You only smirked at his defensive response, shaking your head playfully. Your husband, Sylus, may look tough in the eyes of the oblivious; however, you know better.
He is just afraid of possibly hurting his little girl by his mere touch. After all, roughness and danger were second nature to him.
The way his toned arms are glued together like a shield, battling the itchiness of taking the initiative to show physical affection. His sharp eyes ever softening on his wide-eyed daughter, adjusting under the white swaddle. Feeling pity towards your husband, you decided to give him a little push.
"Ah, darling, my arms are a bit sore. Can you hold our daughter for me, please?" You pouted, batting your eyes at him to add a little charm to your request. Slowly, you extended out the baby to him with expectant eyes.
Everything paused for a moment, at least, in Sylus' space.
Can I do it? What a futile question. An onychinus leader doubting himself? He should punish himself for even considering such foolishness.
He nodded reluctantly, approaching you slowly at your hospital bed; his trembling hands reached out to your relaxed daughter, who was now looking up at him with wide, curious eyes. There was no hint of possible crying or discomfort from the baby. That's good; it's a head start.
He followed what he read tirelessly in the manual prior to the delivery. He secured her body around his arm while the other rested on the bum. And just like that, the baby remained calm under his steady touch.
His foolish delusions melted away the moment he was finally close to his daughter. The baby let out a small noise as if to acknowledge his presence, her mouth shaping an "o," and he chuckled at her adorable response. "Why hello there, little mouse."
You watched fondly at the tender moment between father and daughter; a moment of pride had swelled up in your heart as Sylus planted a kiss on your daughter's forehead, then turned his soft gaze to you. "You're doing great, honey," you praised, earning another chuckle, but out of playful arrogance, from your husband. "Of course I am," he replied, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.