In which you bite off more than you can chew with your dad’s best friend.
pairing: dad’s best friend! CEO! Sylus x reader
cw: modern! au, age gap (sylus is 37, reader is 27), lowkey sugar daddy vibes, p in v sex, fingering, oral (m! and f! receiving), mentions of baby trapping lol, breeding kink, dirty talk, dacryphilia, grinding, squirting, slight exhibitionism, size kink
a/n: I kinda wanted to make this into a series but was too impatient so we’re starting with a oneshot. i’m still woking on my writing style so lmk if i should write out more fun escapades with this version of sylus :P semi- proofread btw (edit: sylus is a former business partner-turned best friend before he becomes a CEO for context)
For as long as you can remember, your dad’s best friend was hot as fuck.
Every holiday, every important gathering, almost every major milestone from the ripe age of fourteen, the painfully handsome man always managed to fit himself in your memories somewhere. Always in the background, chatting it up alongside your father while his ruby gaze always seemed to carry an unsettling weight to them.
From his daunting, humongous build, to his sharp features, to his deeply charming voice- there was a natural gravitation to him that you could never fully ignore. There was something about him you could never put your finger on but it always had your stomach in knots and your palms sweating behind your back.
His gaze still carried an unsettling weight when it falls on you, though right now you blame it on the fact that he’s your temporary boss.
You’re about one month in on a three month long “internship” at Onychinus- a massive company in charge of the distribution and production of the finest weapons in Linkon. Your father’s best friend is the CEO, and when you’d found yourself with absolutely no options left with zero responses to any of the internship applications you’d submitted- Sylus gave you an offer you weren’t exactly in a position to decline.
This internship was securing you a ticket to receiving your MBA early, you’d been so ahead of the curve in your studies you couldn’t pass up the one chance you had with this- and not to mention, playing “secretary” for the older man who you’ve had an insatiable crush on for the last thirteen years of your life and getting to run alongside him all day every day definitely had its perks.
Personal eye candy every day was more than enough on its own to persuade you into saying yes. Your eyes graze his figure as he lounges at his desk, secretly from the corner of your eye as you dig your nose into the paperwork you constantly sorted through on the daily. How unfair is it for someone that handsome to be so…big.
Your mind drifts the longer you stare, wondering just how big he really is. The size of his hands alone make your cheeks flush when he’s passing you things throughout the day, pointing and gesturing as he speaks to you. Your eyes always trace his movements- the length of his fingers are burned into your brain, they’re at least double the size of your own.
Is his cock as intimidatingly big as the rest of him? It’s hard to read a print when he’s sitting behind a desk all day, and when you’re walking with him you typically end up trailing just shortly behind as you can’t always keep up with your much shorter legs.
“Sweetie? Did you get that?”
Your gasp is caught in your throat- he totally just caught you staring at him.
“I-uh, i’m sorry, sir. I didn’t.” You don’t even try to explain yourself, partly due to your brain short circuiting with the way he called you sweetie. His eyes glint at you with a small chuckle, crossing his thick arms over his chest as he leans back against the large, red leather chair he’s sat in. “Seems like maybe it’s time for an early lunch. You’re zoning out quite often today. Everything alright?” You’re internally relieved at the perfect opening to claim your own innocence as if you weren’t totally gawking, putting the files you’d failed to hide yourself behind down against your lap before offering a small smile.
“Ugh, I am so sorry. Everything’s fine, just.. had a long night last night.” You hum, and Sylus is finding himself curious as to what you could mean by a long night. He stands, reinstating his impressive height before gesturing for you to stand and follow him out of the office. Your heels click softly against the hardwood floors like music to his ears as your smaller frame follows him down the familiar stretch of hallways before reaching the elevator. He waits until the doors fully close before he finally gives your excuse for staring at him for the umpteenth time today a response.
“Long how? What’s a girl like you getting involved with to have you zoning out so much?”
You try not to cringe at the “like you” part. He obviously still sees you as some kid, completely and totally innocent- never seeing you as the woman you’ve definitely grown into, curves and all. Granted, the clothes that you’ve been wearing to work did conceal that aspect, but the way you carry yourself is still a complete 180 compared to how he’d known you before.
To be honest, you weren’t exactly lying about it being a long night. You’d spent the night fucking yourself silly with your fingers to the millions of dirty thoughts you’ve always carried about the man standing directly next to you.
Your shoulders shrug, eyes staying forward as you look ahead at your own reflection against the mirrored elevator doors. “Ah, a girl like me,” you repeat him, the words bitter on your tongue- “nothing of importance, that’s for sure. It won’t happen again, though, sir. I think lunch will help.” You keep your words short before the elevator doors are opening and he’s following you out.
You’ve been too focused on your steps as you walk to notice the way his eyes trace your figure from behind as he casually strolled behind you towards the building’s valet. He can tell something’s up with you, but can’t exactly decipher what. He found his own mind whirring with what you could’ve possibly meant by that, but the same question rolled into his mind every time he tried to make sense of your response.
Why the fuck is that any of his concern?
He can’t deny the fact that deep down, he’s quite concerned about your dating life. You’re definitely a bit more reserved around him, that much is obvious. But you’re also… grown. Sylus noticed just how grown you were the second he laid eyes on you for the first time in over five years. It was a little over month ago, he’d met with you and your father for dinner and had to bite his tongue as soon as his eyes landed on you.
You looked incredible, completely different but not at all at the same time. You also acted completely different from the quiet, teenage brat he’d always known you to be. You carried a sense of confidence that had him reeling with thoughts and feelings he’d never even known were possible for him. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, absolutely enamored by the way your figure filled itself out, your hair had grown so long, you also wore more makeup even when he thought you didn’t need it with your natural radiance. The second he’d heard your sultry voice when you greeted him, he knew he’d be in deep trouble.
You’d mentioned having trouble finding an internship to secure your final credits towards your MBA, and Sylus genuinely couldn’t help himself. This newfound attraction and the chance at getting close to you was too tempting for him to pass up. But don’t get it twisted- the silver haired man wasn’t that much older than you. Only ten years, he was 37 now, and you’re 27. He’s much closer to your age than your father’s- despite the two of them being best friends.
It was polarizing- how could he find you so attractive when he knows you’re supposed to be off limits? God, he can’t risk slipping up and your father finding out. He’d kill him, for sure he would. If your father knew the secret thoughts he’s had of bending you, his precious daughter, over his desk and fucking you until you couldn’t feel your legs- Sylus would be a dead man.
But neither of you will ever know, he’ll just keep you around as painfully tempting eye candy until summer’s over.
The two of you are sitting across from each other at the little restaurant he’s picked out for lunch- a very quiet and intimate setting and you look so cute studying the menu in front of you. You’re trying to keep your eyes from meeting his, but as nonchalantly as possible to keep your nerves at bay. “What are you getting?” You ask casually as you debate what you’re truly hungry for and he brings his glass of wine to his delectably full lips, taking a long sip as he notes the way your eyes flick to watch him.
A very faint tension is wrapping itself around the both of you at the table as his eyes lock with yours. You can feel it trailing up your crossed ankles below the table and wrapping around your throat to constrict your breath. He shrugs lightly, “I wasn’t planning on eating anything, actually. I just want to make sure my little secretary is taken care of.” His words echo in your ears and your brows pinch together in confusion.
“What!? Why wouldn’t you eat?” You gawk at the way his smile stretches. His lips are so pretty too, maybe it was a mistake to take this internship. “I’m not hungry, honestly. Like I said, I can’t have you falling behind so soon into our time together,” he says it like it’s something more than just an internship- but you think you might genuinely be delusional. “Just order whatever you want, don’t worry about it.” His words are final before you even get a chance to argue and he savors more of his red wine.
You shrink in your seat slightly, why on earth would he take you to lunch just for you to eat? Are you reading too much into this? It’s easier to shake it off and just go with what he says. You sigh and decide on something to fill your stomach with the server and hope it’ll keep your focus on track, but then the threat against your sanity begins to talk again from across the table.
“So, tell me about this long night of yours. I’m curious.” His voice is so smooth it almost feels like a gentle caress against your clothed arms. Your brows furrow when you look at him already looking at you. There’s that weight again, he’s always been so good at making you feel on the spot. “Curious how? I just had a hard time sleeping is all.” You won’t go in depth- of course you won’t. In what universe would you ever admit to touching yourself to the thought of him? Definitely not this one.
“But why is that? Is something troubling you? You know very well that you can talk to me, sweetie.” There goes that pet name again, the one that always makes you blush and your thighs press together as you sit. You shake your head with a small smile, “I know that, sir. Maybe I just had a lot on my mind. You know, being right around the corner from graduating for the last time and all.”
God, the way you call him sir has him gripping the base of his wine glass tight enough to break it. Do you know what it does to him? Do you do it on purpose?
“Of course, you’ve always been an over thinker. To be honest, I thought maybe it was boy troubles of some sort. I know those college boys can always be a bit of a nuisance.” He’s chuckling to himself, semi in relief that you didn’t give the blame of your distracted mind today to a boy that didn’t deserve you.
He doesn’t expect the genuine laugh that escapes you, you’re full on laughing at him and he’s wondering what joke he missed out on. How ironic is it that the man that’s caused you more trouble than any other guy ever could is asking if you were having boy troubles?
“Definitely not.” You’re feeling a sense of courage, that lingering tension you’re feeling all around you has gained some weight, making you feel it hang on your shoulders and you look him dead in his crimson eyes as the next few words leave your lips.
“Guys my age are nothing but a waste of my time, sir.”
He’s swallowing at the way your gaze has found his, this time the weight is behind your eyes instead of his and he’s grinning harder, leaning forward with interest. “Oh? Is that so?” He’s pouring the red wine into a second empty, waiting glass and holds it out as an offer to you. Your slutty spider senses are now going haywire- the way he’s offering up this glass, his eyes never leaving yours, this must be a silent challenge.
You reach for the glass and take it from him, but not without feeling electricity shock through your veins when his thick fingers brush against yours. You’re growing nervous, that’s for sure, but you know that this might be your one chance for the man you’ve had a debilitating crush on for over the last decade to finally see you as something besides his best friend’s daughter. You’ll be damned if you let it slip away.
“Very so,” you murmur, bringing the glass to your glossy lips and savoring the burn of confidence that the merlot is immediately igniting in you. “I’m a woman with lots of needs, and not a single college boy i’ve ever met has ever been able to satisfy even a single one. So, boy troubles aren’t going to occupy my mind enough to get in the way of my work because I don’t waste my time with useless boys.” Your words are blunt, but you’re being completely transparent. Sylus can’t believe what he’s hearing- finding himself in extremely dangerous waters with what you’ve just admitted to him.
You’re playing this game very well, even though you’re trying to play it off so casually he’s still impressed. His eyes narrow ever so slightly at your little smirk that’s twitching at the corner of your lips. Your food arrives before he gets the chance to initially respond and he lets that growing tension that he’s also feeling linger as you get a chance to start eating.
He watches you with intent, you seem to have moved on from the topic now that you’re fully indulging in the gourmet dish in front of you. He lets his mind wander in the meantime, a woman with lots of needs, huh? What kind of needs of yours aren’t being met? Maybe that’s what has you so distracted today, and you’re dropping hints at him to fix it.
God, he’d give anything to fix it- but there’s no way you’d be ready for all that.
It’s a game of chess at the end of the day, and he knows if he makes the wrong move or makes the right one too soon even, he’ll lose.
Your little lunch break ends with Sylus paying and you’re graciously thanking him before you both head towards the door where your driver is waiting outside of the restaurant to bring you back to Onychinus. Just a few feet away from the door you feel his heavy hand suddenly stop you by your shoulder, turning you to face him standing behind you.
“What is it?” You’re asking before feeling his thumb brush against the corner of your lip and dragging just slightly. “You missed a spot. Perhaps we can add cleaning up after yourself to the list of your many needs.” He’s smirking down at the itty bitty crumb coated in your pink lipgloss smeared across the pad of his thumb.
Your breath is stuck in your throat, eyes widening at the sudden action when he brings that same thumb to his own lips like it was the most normal thing in the world, tasting you. He suppresses the groan bubbling in his throat at the taste of your strawberry gloss- so that’s what you taste like?
Instead, he’s ushering you out of the restaurant ahead of him. You think you’re hallucinating when you hear his silky voice utter “let me know when you’re ready to provide the remainder of your list.”
Your skin is burning where his thumb caressed you, aching to feel him touch your face again but you’re too stunned to speak as you quietly slide yourself into the backseat of the SUV. No fucking way he just did that? And then tasted it? And did he just fucking offer to- oh my fucking god.
Sylus is internally patting himself on the back. Maybe it was the wine that sponsored his sudden boldness, the tension at that table was undeniable- something was shifting between the two of you whether you both were ready or not. He’s reeling at the way your cheeks are flushed bright red and you’re trying to hide the way he’s affecting you now.
One thing about Sylus Qin is that he never loses at chess.
Chess becomes a game of cat and mouse, pushing each other silently until one of you finally snaps and crosses that forbidden line in the sacred space of his office.
Two weeks have passed since that lunch date- where you admitted to Sylus that you weren’t being satisfied the way you needed, and he very subtly implied his ability to take care of you if you needed.
Your outfits for work have changed- opting for tighter blouses and shorter skirts that emphasized the curvature of your figure. Your hair was always tied back with that same crimson ribbon that matched the color of your boss’s eyes. He’s always catching you bent over with your back sinfully arched every time something “accidentally” gets dropped. Always putting yourself in compromising positions for his greedy eyes to drink up but never act on, you’ll have to do better than that if you want him to touch you.
He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t purposely placing files just high enough on the bookshelves of his office to watch you stretch and struggle to reach the materials he’d ask you for.
“Come on, kitten. You mean to tell me you can’t reach the same shelf you were able to reach yesterday?” His deep voice is purring right in your ear from behind, and you turn around swiftly for him to cage you against the bookshelf you’re standing at. Looking up at him, you huff and fold your arms over your chest, subtly emphasizing your cleavage to those ruby eyes that are drinking in your frustrated appearance.
“I’m not wearing the same heels today, sir. My taller ones are out of commission until further notice.” You’re pouting up at his chiseled face, and god he could kiss you right now and wipe that pout clear off your face. He feigns sympathy though, reaching just above your head to grab the file as he keeps his face close enough to yours for you to smell his cologne. It’s a rich mixture of leather and musk, delectable enough to grow addicted immediately to the smell as he holds the folder out for you.
Your heart is pounding when you finally grab it, feeling his familiar fingers brush across yours a little slower than normal and his eyes just barely narrow down at you. “Why’s that?” He’s asking, but not moving even though you have the folder you need. The close proximity has you burning up, but you can’t back down when you’re both still playing this intense game of chess.
“When I was walking home yesterday, I accidentally stepped on a little pothole and one of my heels broke. So i’m stuck with the shorter pair until I find the time to replace them.” You answer honestly, but keep your chin up to meet his intimidating gaze.
You’re reminded of your size difference when his eyes drop down to look at the shoes you’re currently wearing, taking the chance to soak in how pretty his skin looks this close up, how soft his hair looks and it makes you want to reach out and feel him so bad-
“Looks like you’ve found time right now,” he’s breaking away and you already miss how close he was before he’s reaching into the top drawer of his desk and pulling his wallet out. “You’ll be sure to enjoy your extended lunch, won’t you? Make sure you get yourself a backup pair in case something similar happens again.” He’s forcing a heavy, black, metal credit card into your hands while shooting a text to his personal driver instructions on where to take you to get lunch and some new heels. He’s also already planning arrangements to where you never walk to or from work again after hearing this news.
You’re in disbelief but he’s already giving you that look that forces you to just take the L and go with what he says. “How am I supposed to thank you?” You ask honestly, stepping towards him for that close proximity once more. He offers a softer smile, looking across your face to gauge if this is part of the game you’re both playing or if you’re genuinely asking.
“Just give me a haul whenever you get back, that will suffice as a thank you.” His voice is certain, and you feel your stomach knot up but you give him a small nod before turning around to leave his office. “Don’t be shy with that card, by the way. Consider it a bonus for working overtime last week.” He calls out after you, and a genuine laugh bubbles up from your chest as you reach the elevator.
You’re completely dumbfounded when the driver drops you off at the doors of Christian fucking Louboutin. You can’t seem to calm your nerves when you shuffle inside and are met by a saleswoman who’s already aware of who you are and what you’re shopping for. As she’s introducing you to a few pairs of the most beautiful shoes you’ve ever seen in your life, your mind is absolutely racing.
He is completely fucking insane. How could he spend this much money on you? Is it a power move? Or does he genuinely want to treat you to this?
You’re trying on multiple pairs at different heights and your reflection looks foreign. You’ve never worn anything this expensive before in your life, despite coming from a successful family. You just couldn’t justify it for yourself when you’d rather splurge on everybody else in your life. Your phone is buzzing in your purse as you’re saying yes to your second pair and you open your bag to check the notification.
Sylus: having fun? i was wondering if this checks another need off of your little list you’d mentioned a couple weeks ago.
You could faint right here and now. Another buzz of your phone keeps you from doing so, though.
Sylus: i’m about to join this meeting that seems like it’ll go on a bit longer than expected, so take your time while you’re out. the sky is your limit with that card, sweetie.
But honestly? Who the fuck are you to pass up the opportunity of a lifetime. He’s obviously flirting with you, waiting to see what you’ll do with the massive ball he’s dropped in your court. If he wants you to spend his money and show it off to him, then you’re gonna spend it right.
You arrive back at the office with quite a few shopping bags in your hands, an heavier sway to your steps thanks to the free champagne these luxurious stores offered as you shopped. You find Sylus sitting at his desk as usual, his eyes subtly light up at the sight of you strolling in right on time with his stressful meeting ending. He stands tall, coming over to help you set your bags down.
His brows raise and he’s eyeing all of your bags as you set them all down gently next to the grey loveseat that’s against the wall across from his bookshelves and you flash him a devious grin. “How was your meeting? I know you’ve been back and forth with that port for a while now.” You try to check up on him but he’s too busy looking down at you with a foreign heat in his gaze.
Knowing you’d just gone out and absolutely spoiled yourself with his money was doing something unexpected to him. His selfish desires for you were so strong at this point he could taste them, completely unable to force them out especially after seeing the way you’re glowing from how much fun you’d had.
“It went the way it needed to, but I don’t want to talk about it right now. Let me see what kind of trouble you got yourself into, sweetie.” He’s taking a seat on the smaller sofa and you feel the way his gaze is burning holes through you. “Well, make some room then.” You’re not shy, squeezing yourself to sit directly next to the silver haired man as you reach down for the first bag from Louboutin.
You can feel the heat radiating off of his body from his thick thigh that’s pressed against yours, the feeling of him against you in any capacity makes your brain go wild. God, what would it feel like to grind against his muscular thigh? Or to be bent over it, completely at his will to do whatever he wants to you?
You pull out the first shoe box and nervously show off the black, shiny heels that came with a cute, silver emblem on the back that popped alongside the bright red bottoms of the shoes. “They’re pretty. Did they fit you okay?” He’s asking as his eyes trail the exposed skin of your thighs before they disappear under the short fabric of your skirt. You hum and nod, swapping the first pair out for the second pair and showing them off just the same.
He’s feeling the heat that’s pooling in his abs begin to rise when you go to kick your current shoes off and try on the new red bottoms, your smaller hand landing on the top of his knee before you push yourself up to stand in front of him and model the shoes. “What do you think? I absolutely love them. Thank you so much, sir.”
Your words flutter in his ears as you cross your ankles and turn your back to him to show off the backs of the shoes for him. Of course his eyes sweep your entire figure, noticing the way your skirt is straining over the full curve of your plump ass, taking in the shape of your legs before looking at the shoes themselves.
“I think I should’ve sent you on a shopping spree way sooner,” his voice is strained, and you glance over your shoulder to meet his half lidded eyes that are heavy on yours. You feel your cheeks warm and turn back around to sit right next to him again, feeling even smaller when both of his arms stretch out and one rests slightly behind your shoulders against the back of the sofa.
You’re closer to him right now than you’ve ever been before, and he’s naturally crowding your space in a way that has you just barely squeezing your thighs together. Your nerves are starting to set in when you reach for the next bag, it’s plain black with no labels- you’d asked for it specifically when you checked out at Fleur Du Mal.
“What else did you end up with?” His arm just barely inches towards you, and you feel his fingers start toying with the ends of your hair in such a casual way but it feels so intimate, with the way he’s looking down at you like he’s contemplating scooping you up to bend you right over his desk or not.
“Well,” you start, turning your body to face him fully, you lean against the soft fabric of the loveseat and let your eyes drift down the thick column of his neck before it disappears under the fabric of his black dress shirt. The urge to pounce on him is crippling at this point, to just perch yourself on his thick lap and kiss him until your lips go numb sounds like absolute heaven- but you’re much smarter than that.
You have the trump card that’ll get him to fold first sitting in that black bag at your feet.
“I ended up finding the cutest outfit like, ever, for me to wear here. It wasn’t anything major, but, y’know, when you look good you feel good. And when you feel good at work you perform even better.” You ramble to try and make sense of your last purchase and he’s tickled by the pink hue that’s spread across your face. You’re just a girl at heart, and he adores it. “Oh, absolutely. I agree with you, sweetie. Go ahead and try it on so I can see. Let me get a fair assessment of your future performance, hm?” He’s nodding towards the private bathroom connected to his office and your stomach is in your throat when the reality of what you’re about to do hits you.
Just then, his phone rings from his desk and he groans internally at the interruption of whatever you could call this charged moment between the two of you. “Go on, then. I’ll get the phone and wait out here.” He’s standing then, completely towering over you for a moment before he steps towards his desk and you grab the black bag before slipping into his private bathroom, locking the door behind you.
A sense of dread washes over Sylus’s good mood when he sees your father’s name on the caller ID. He answers regardless, moving to sit back in his leather chair when his best friend’s voice fills his ear.
Meanwhile, you’re giving yourself the pep talk of a lifetime as you’re adjusting the straps of the red lingerie set you’d picked up on your little luxury shopping trip. You were covered in french lace, just barely covering the most important bits while emphasizing your natural shape.
Despite how exposed you were, you surprisingly have never felt more confident in yourself, especially when you were covered head to toe in your boss’s love language. You knew he was turned on by the act of spoiling you- you could tell by the way he looked at you every time you thanked him when he’d pay for everything.
You turn to make sure your back looks equally as good as the front, pulling the ribbon out of your hair to let it fall down your back in pretty waves.
This is it, you’re either about to make the best decision of your life or biggest mistake ever.
“I’ll be at the office in about ten minutes to pick up that document I forgot. Damn, I still can’t believe I left it there yesterday. Thank god at least one of us keeps a leveled head.” Your father is laughing in Sylus’s ear and he scoffs a small laugh before his ears pick up the sound of his bathroom door unlocking. “Alright, then. See you soon.” He’s quickly hanging up before you open the door and he’s absolutely dumbfounded.
Your nervous grin quickly shifts into a confident, devious smirk when you watch the way his eyes basically bulge out of his skull when you fully step out and show off your “pretty work outfit”. His eyes shoot from the ruby colored lace cupping your swollen breasts, the thin straps of the matching thong curving up and around the fullness of your hips, and the garters-
He’s a dead man, but death has never looked so fucking sexy.
“Well?” You step towards his desk, slowly but surely, your hips swaying with every step like a threat and he genuinely finds himself too stunned to speak. Completely in awe of your boldness, conflicted on what to say or do- fuck, your dad’s going to be here in less than ten minutes.
“You’re unbelievable,” he’s forcing the words out when you’re finally standing right in front of him, batting your dark lashes at him as innocently as possible. Your pretty brows pinch together and your hands land on the bare skin of your hips, pouting once more at him in that bratty way you do best. He can’t tear his eyes away from you, you’re absolutely breathtaking like this.
“Yeah? What else?” You’re the one pushing him now- slipping into the space between him and his desk and leaning back against the cold wood without actually sitting on it. You were gonna make him fold first, no way you pulled this kind of move on him and still be the one to make the first real move. His pink lips quirk up in a dangerous smirk, “you have no fucking idea what sort of game you’re playing here, kitten.” The words are threatening, but they only make the ache between your thighs intensify before you’re leaning forward and into his personal space. “I absolutely do, and I know it’s a game that i’m going to win, sir.”
His eyes traitorously drop to the perfect view of your flushed tits at his eye level- close enough to touch, to feel, and taste, but those dark eyes quickly flash back into your bright ones that are flaring with need for him.
Ten minutes? Fuck, he’ll have to make it happen anyways. He can’t pass this up.
Before you know it, you’re being tugged into his lap with a force you’ve never felt before, whining out when his soft lips slam against yours for the first time. It burns so good, your hands grip at his shoulders for balance as you’re kissing him back and feeling his hands scaling across your bare skin.
Your knees are sinking into the soft leather and only then you realize your thighs are straddling only one of his thighs, your earlier thoughts of grinding against his thigh flood your mind like a woman possessed and you’re kissing him even deeper when his hands trail down to grip the fat of your ass over your thong.
“Fuck,” he’s breathing out heavily, moving to kiss you again and brush his hot tongue against yours. You’re drunk already, trembling in his lap as he’s licking and suckling on your tongue while he kisses you. He tastes even better than you expected, which seemed impossible.
He pulls back to let you breathe and gets an even closer look at you as you’re still trembling in his hold. “You’re fucking stunning, sweetie. You make it so hard to behave, you know that?” His hands are tugging your hips down and your lips wobble with a cry at the friction he’s providing your throbbing clit over your thong. Your head shakes then, gripping the fabric of his shirt even tighter as he’s forcibly rocking your hips against the bulk of his thigh and you feel that knot in your stomach already threatening to burst.
“I-I don’t want you to,” you’re breathless, letting your hips follow his lead and he laughs before leaning forward to claim your lips once again. For something so wrong, for how taboo a situation like this is, it feels so terribly right. You were always meant to be his just like this, and he was always meant to be yours- bringing you pleasure just like this without a second thought.
You melt against the older man, feeling his muscular build through the thin fabric of his clothes while you kiss him like it’s your lifeline. Your teeth nibble on his plump bottom lip and it makes one of his hands crack down against the plush skin of your ass out of reflex, but he revels in the way you mewl against him at the feeling.
“Oh, you’re naughty, aren’t you?” His opposite hand rocks your hips faster against his thigh and you nod with honesty, craving the feeling of him spanking you again while his lips stay on yours. “You’re fucking soaked, sweetie. I can feel your pretty pussy crying through my pants, is she as needy as you?” He’s egging you on, his own chest heaving with desire and you feel your eyes well up with tears as you nod again in response, earning another sharp spank against the same cheek.
“I need a real response, baby. You’re a big girl, you can use your pretty voice for me.” His lips are trailing down the side of your face to your jaw, making your head drop back in pleasure.
“I-I, fuck, yes, m’so needy. Need you s’bad, sir. I can’t wait any longer-” you’re rolling your hips on your own and reaching one of your hands down to boldly paw at the tent in his own pants. Your eyes widen at the size of him, and he’s biting down on the soft skin of your neck in retaliation to make your breath hitch before there’s a knock on his office door.
Reality hits him in that moment, and Sylus immediately snaps back into that painful reality before you can. He’s placing one last kiss to your lips before quickly manhandling you out of his lap and setting you down on your knees between his humongous legs. His eyes are wide, like he knows a secret you don’t, before whispering a plea for you to stay quiet and hide under the desk.
“Be good and quiet for me now, and i’ll reward you after.” His words quietly reassure you before he calls at whoever’s at the door to come in. You feel completely frazzled, your lungs failing to operate properly in the confined space you’re trapped in under his desk. It’s dark, but you make out the way his left knee is bouncing with nerves- and then you hear that voice once the door opens.
Your stomach falls through the floor at the sound of him greeting the same man whose leg you were just rutting your crotch again like a bitch in heat, and you’re even more flustered hearing how normal Sylus sounds in his response.
“Where’s our favorite secretary at? I didn’t see her anywhere in my way in.” Your dad asks and your eyes lock on the still very prominent bulge still straining against your boss’s slacks. “I sent her to lunch, she’s been working so diligently here, I thought she could use a little extra free time since i’m back to back in meetings.” His voice is smooth, even when your hands grow curious and start to paw up his spread thighs.
“How is she, though? Causing you any trouble? I know at times she can be a little handful, especially with how stubborn she is about her studies.” Your dad loves you, but he knows you prioritize your schooling over everything else, including work.
Your hands curve over the thick length of his erection over his pants, and Sylus scoots himself closer to his desk- caging you in deeper underneath the wood to conceal you. “Ah, a handful isn’t exactly the word i’d use,” he chuckles to your father and your mouth drools at the way his cock throbs against your palms.
A handful is exactly the word you’d use right now.
Sylus is in too deep now, but can’t find it in him to care about any potential consequences when your smaller hands feel so soft against his aching cock. “I’d say she’s very dedicated, and I don’t mind it one bit. She’s got a natural talent for the business, I can see why she’s graduating so early.” He’s praising you innocently, but the hand that slips under his desk to blindly push your hair back is anything but innocent.
You grin when he’s subtly shifting the way he’s sitting to allow you more access, you move silently, adjusting your knees so you’re essentially straddling one of his feet and your hands start to quietly work at his zipper. Who cares if your dad is in the room- the man you’ve been dreaming of for over a decade just made it a point he wanted you equally as bad, no way you’re gonna just sit quietly and let him get scared off by his best friend.
He feels you pull at the metal zipper all the way down, and has to hold his breath when your father starts to go on about who knows what. He isn’t even paying attention, only able to focus on how soft you feel when you’re tugging his girth out of the confines of his pants.
Your jaw is on the floor at the sight of him, literally.
His cock has to be at least 9 inches long, a terrifying girth to match- but it’s so pretty. You can’t help the way your cunt clenches around nothing in anticipation- you’ll happily accept this challenge if it means he’ll fuck you the way you’ve been dreaming of.
“Anyways, how about we grab a drink tonight? It’s been awhile since we’ve decompressed together,” your father’s so close to leaving, the files he needed are tucked up underneath his arm and he’s already headed towards the door. Sylus sits still at first, attempting to look bored as your tongue is licking a hot, wet stripe up the underside of his cock.
“I can’t tonight,” he grits out, already mapping out the way he’s going to fuck his best friend’s daughter into a coma once he leaves- “I have a date.” His fingers that were once softly brushing your hair are now gripping your roots so tightly that it burned- but it only added fuel to your fire as you’re suckling the tip of his cock like a lollipop and using both hands to stroke the rest of his length.
You’re only warming up right now. You’re confident enough in your ability to take most of him in your throat at least- funny how Sylus quoted you to have a “natural talent”- little did that fucker know.
“Oh? A date with who? Is it that one girl from the luncheon we went to last week? She couldn’t stop staring, man. She was a pretty thing, too.” Your dad’s telling on the man you’re currently sucking off without realizing it, and you’re undeniably jealous with the way your teeth just barely graze his tip before deciding to overwhelm him and force yourself to deep throat him as much as you can. You fit almost his entire length down your throat without even the slightest gag- yes, you’re one of those natural freaks born without a reflex, and Sylus genuinely can’t help the way he chokes on his own breath at the action.
“Ha-ahh, Haha, no, not her.” He forces out a laugh while you’re straight up slobbering all over his cock, dripping spit on the seat of his chair and onto the soft rug underneath your knees. His foot flexes upwards underneath you and you just barely moan against his length- the sound completely gargled against him when he tugs your face all the way down until your nose is brushing against the soft patch of white hair at his base.
It’s his silently urgent way of getting you to shut the fuck up.
You really can’t breathe now, and you wouldn’t have it any other way when his foot is nudging your clit at just the right angle to make your eyes roll back. Your ears are pounding with adrenaline knowing your dad’s still in the room, how fucked up of you to find the scare of being caught in such an obscene position to be so fucking arousing.
“Well then, heh, have fun tonight then. Let me know how it goes, and be sure to let my daughter know I won’t be home when she’s off. I’m gonna still head out for a drink once i’m off.” Your dad sounds amused with how flustered Sylus sounded- if only he knew why.
“Will do, i’ll see you around. By the way,” his voice is back to that scarily calm tone that made your core throb with anticipation. “Be sure to lock the door behind you, I don’t want anyone walking in on this next call i’m about to take.” His hand in your hair is still tight, and your vision is starting to grow spotty but you’re still slathering your tongue against the underside of his length like you’re trying to purposely overstimulate him.
When the door clicks behind your dad, he’s yanking himself out of your mouth and you’re gasping for air while he pulls you out from under the desk. Your ass hits the cold wood first before his lips are slamming against your lips once again.
“You little minx,” he’s all but growling against your swollen lips, forcing his tongue to fight with yours for dominance and you’re practically sobbing with need against him. One of his hands pushes your thighs apart and presses his fingers directly against where you need him most over the soaked fabric. “You’re this wet from sucking my cock? Or is it because you wanted to get fucking caught?” His eyes are glaring into your teary expression and you squeeze your thighs against his thick wrist when his fingers start rubbing circles where you’re most sensitive.
He’s kissing down your neck now, sinking his teeth into your delicate skin to make you writhe against him while his fingers pull the lace to the side and touch you raw-
“O-Oh my goddddd~” you’re weeping when just one of his fingers sinks in, stretching your quivering hole and you both moan at the feeling. “Fuck, are you a virgin, sweetie? I’ve never felt a pussy so tight-” He groans when you squeeze his digit, your own core so close to unraveling already and you shake your head.
“N-No, m’not- I just, mmf, nobody’s ever t-touched me first,”
His mind goes completely blank at that.
You mean to tell him you suck cock that good and nobody’s ever even tried to return the favor? Oh, this can’t do. This won’t do.
“Mmm, but, I still wanna suck y-your cock, sir. Please? I wasn’t done.” Your hips are twitching against his fingers that are still playing with you, and he pauses for a moment to look down at your face. He’s in disbelief, how could someone so perfect exist? You’re so shameless when it comes to pleasing him, but when it comes to your own pleasure that you’re clearly desperate for you grow so antsy.
You watch a small smile tug at his lips after a moment before coming down to kiss you slowly, deeply.
A moan pulls from somewhere low in you before he’s pulling his finger out and stepping back- completely throwing you off until he goes to sit back down in his leather chair. “Alright, then. I’ll cut you a deal,” his hands are working his belt loose as he speaks, you’re still perched on the desk in front of him with your heart pounding out of your chest. “You want to suck me off so bad? Then get back on your knees like a good girl and finish what you started.” He’s pulling his slacks down and fisting his own length, pumping lazily.
Your chest heaves at the sight and you’re scarily fast at doing exactly that- back between his thighs with saucers for eyes as you sit up on your knees. He cups your chin with his free hand, guiding his tip back to your waiting tongue but stops himself just before making contact with the wet muscle.
“One condition, though. Once we’re done here- i’m taking you home to treat that cute pussy of yours exactly how she deserves.” His voice has that deep assertive tone that intimidates you to your core, and the promise of him giving you so much attention makes you squirm with nerves- but you’re nodding just so he can finally drop his heavy cock back into your mouth.
You suck him earnestly, bobbing your pretty head up and down his length and watching the way he’s gawking down at you like he’s in love with you. Maybe he is after this, all he knows is this can’t be a one time thing. Fuck his best friend, all Sylus needs is his pretty daughter anyways.
“You’re fucking nasty, sweetie. You been thinking about this? Every time you zone out, you thinking of sucking your old boss off just like this?” His words are heavier than his gaze, but they spur you on as you drop to fit him in your throat again. He groans at the way your throat constricts around his girth, only making him anticipate just how tightly your inexperienced pussy will squeeze him later. You might as well be a virgin if no man has ever tasted you, the thought alone has him absolutely feral as he watches the way your pretty eyes water while you take him.
“What’ll your dad say? If he finds out you’re such a little slut for his best friend? Oh, fuck, you feel so good-” his head drops back against the soft leather when your tongue slips down to rub against his swollen balls while you’re throating him like a trooper. You cup them with one hand when you pull back just to pace yourself and fondle them just to make him twitch in his seat.
You could die just like this- buried in his musk, completely drowning in his manhood like a dream come true. Sylus knows this, too. He can tell by the way your own pupils are completely blown out and you’re practically purring against his throbbing shaft while obscene slurps! echo loudly throughout his office.
“You may have bitten off more than you can chew, kitten. Hah, gonna have to get you a new set every week so I can have you under my desk juuust like this. Would you like that?” His question makes you whine and throw your neck up and down his length with more vigor, adding a hand to twist and tug at what your lips won’t reach.
You pull off his length with a wet pop! and nod incessantly, “yeessssss, wanna suck your cock everyday, s’yummyyy~” you sing out and the man above you swears he must’ve hit his head somehow and is in a fever dream. In what universe did his best friend’s daughter not only come back into his life looking like a complete wet dream, but you’re also a total slut for him, too?
He can’t ponder on it when his abs are clenching as a warning that he’s about to bust all over your pretty face.
His hands drop down to cup your face once more and his nostrils flare when you don’t even have to take the hint, dropping back down to swallow around his length with a moan until he’s suddenly spurting hot cum down your throat. It’s sharp, hitting the back of your throat but you take it like an absolute champ as your eyes roll back and your nails sink into the meat of his thighs. “Fuuuuckk, that’s it- swallow like a big girl,” he’s praising you like a deity after you’ve successfully sucked the soul out of your dad’s best friend.
You’re slow when you pull back, coughing to catch your breath but unable to take your eyes off of his still hard cock. He’s so fucking huge, you almost can’t believe you fit all of that down your throat. Your adrenaline had to have had you completely possessed, you’re honestly terrified to take him anywhere else. And the way he’s already looking down at you says you definitely should be.
He’s still gentle when he pulls you up to your feet once he tucks himself back into his pants, kissing you with absolutely no shame about the taste of him still fresh on your tongue before he speaks.
“Get dressed, we’re leaving.”
You definitely bit off way more than you could chew.
You find yourself sprawled across Sylus’s silk sheets hours later while he’s buried between your thighs, ripping yet another orgasm from you. He’d been swapping between fingering you and fucking you with his tongue for at least the last hour or two, his neglected length aching and leaking against the mattress underneath him while he’s splayed on his stomach below you. You didn’t know it could feel so good taking what you were always more than willing to give. But lord, you can never go back to whatever the fuck your sex life was before.
He needed to make absolute sure that the rest of your body could handle his size no matter how many times you’d told him you could. He’ll take as many orgasms from you as it takes, which he’s admittedly already lost count after the 6th one- who knows how far gone you truly are at this point? You’re twisting and writhing against the silk below you as his fat tongue pushes deeper against your ring of resistance, sharp nose grinding up against your cute clit to milk your most recent release. “That’s a good girl,” he’s huffing out breathlessly beneath you.
His eyes trail across your completely bare figure as you grip the sheets for dear life at your sides. You’re perfect like this, completely at his mercy and handling him so well. You didn’t have the most experience prior to Sylus, sure, but your fluttering walls didn’t take long at all to accept three of his thick fingers with no fight- which told him you were definitely ready for him.
“You alright, sweetie?” His voice is as smooth as it is condescending, taking in your fucked out expression as you pout up at him through your messy locks that cover your face. He chuckles at you, placing a small kiss to your lips when he pushes himself up to your level. Your thighs trembled as they spread to accommodate his huge torso, only flinching slightly when you feel the heavy heat of his tip gliding against your clit.
“Mhm, f-feels s’good, Sy,” your hands reach to grab at his bulky shoulders as you respond, grounding yourself. You were more than ready to feel him stretch you to the max, looking into his half lidded eyes to assure him with your own. He nods with a smirk, “Gonna be a big stretch, but you’re my good girl, right? You can handle it?” He nips at the skin on your jaw and you nod, holding him tighter against your bare chest. Your clothes were ripped off and forgotten about the second you walked through the door of his penthouse with the promise of a replacement wardrobe first thing tomorrow.
“Ngh, fuck me already,” you groan out and reach between your already sweaty bodies to tug at his shaft. His voice is melodic in the way when he hisses out in response, taking your hand away to then position himself at your entrance. “Look at me,” his voice goes serious all of a sudden, and you’re snapped out of your trance to look at him. That familiar ruby gaze has grown serious, “you say the word, and i’ll stop no matter what, okay?” His words are genuine, and as much as it makes your heart swell you can’t help but grow extremely impatient with the older man.
“M’fine, Sy. Just put it innnn,” Your impatience always gets the better of you, and you’re lifting your hips to start spearing yourself on his humongous cock. His hands grip the small of your waist to stop you, but the second the angry red head of his cock catches against your entrance, you’re both gasping and you’re completely gone below him.
He sinks in inch by inch, canines sinking into the flesh of his bottom lip as he has to hold everything back just to keep himself from shoving the rest of his length in or cumming too early. You feel like a death sentence for his girth, absolutely strangling him with no reserve. You’re mewling at the stretch, sinking those manicured nails of yours into the meat of his biceps while he tries to let both of you adjust.
“God, you’re too tight. Calm down, sweetie, relax.” He’s trying to comfort you, rubbing circles against your hipbones- but you’re already completely dumb on his dick. His words go in one ear and out the other while you wrap your smaller legs around his toned torso, locking your ankles at the base of his spine. “C’monnn, fuck me like a man and give it t’me,” you beg the man above you to let loose, he’s astonished that you’re still somehow keeping up no matter how overwhelmed you get.
This is what you meant by lots of needs- you’re insatiable- completely matching his pace even when it seems like you’re at your limit.
He gives you a slow, shallow thrust at first just to test the waters. When you’re still crying for more and grinding your smaller hips up to meet him, he decides maybe you really can take more than he expected.
It’s the first real thrust that knocks the wind out of you.
The crown of his cock dragging so sinfully against your sensitive walls has your legs tightening around his waist, locking him into fucking you just how he’s been wanting to. He sits back on his knees, with your legs still locked around his waist-, it angles his slightly curved cock to knock directly against your g-spot with every rock of his hips.
Your skin slaps against his loudly, and you’re sobbing through it- wanting him even deeper inside you despite your body still adjusting to accommodate his size. He’s caressing your ribcage with his hands while watching how your breasts bounce with every movement he’s racking through you, his eyes are lost in a trance at the sight.
“You’re taking me so well,” he picks up the pace as he speaks, grinding his tip right up on your cervix to emphasize how much he fills you. You grab at his forearms and let him fuck you straight into the mattress as if neither of you had work the next morning.
His hands slide to reach underneath and grip your ass again, pulling you against his thrusts in a way that makes your clit grind right up against his pelvis. “Oh god,” you choke at the new angle, forcing your watery eyes down to watch his length disappear over and over again inside you. He’s so much bigger than you, you can just slightly make out the shape of him every time he crams his length inside your gushing hole.
His penthouse is filled with the sounds of skin on skin, and your desperate little gasps and pleas for him to give you even more. He’s completely drunk on your pussy at this point. He’s never giving you up after this, he doesn’t care what it takes. He’ll even go as far as putting a fucking baby in you just to keep you underneath him like this. He’s made up his mind, his best friend will have to understand- there’s nobody else meant for him but you.
You, with the way you squirt around the base of his cock when you cum yet again and bounce right back, shouting his name out like an absolute prayer while his cock keeps scrambling your guts.
You’re in your own delusional thoughts while he fucks you, completely obsessing over your dad’s best friend. Your father will have to just deal with it- there’s no way you could ever even think of another man after this. You never thought you’d be able to find someone that was so willing to give you everything you wanted and more like this. The two of you were in sync, constantly chasing each other for more, and more. Neither of you will ever get enough.
He could have you moved in his penthouse in less than a day, he thinks he could even pull enough strings for you to finish your last bit of school remotely. He wants to keep you at his side forever after this, and is more than willing to provide you the world just to get you to say yes.
He’s flipped your bodies and you’re on top now, switching between rocking your hips and slamming them down against his pelvis to chase yet another high. Your feet are planted on either side of his hips with your thighs spread wide- and you’re fingers are interlocked with his, his hands help you balance as you fuck down onto him like you’re trying to milk him of everything he’s worth. Little frustrated huffs that leave you hang in the air and he groans at the sight of you shamelessly fucking him better than anyone ever has. And looking so beautiful while doing it.
“Yes, that’s it,” he breathes out, squeezing your hands in his with approval as his hips now buck up to meet yours. “Take what you want, baby. Fuck, everything’s yours, take it.” Your core snaps like a rubber band once again and when you gush all over him for the umpteenth time tonight, you finally start to falter- slipping and falling against his muscular pecs. His huge arms wrap around you instantly and keep you caged against him, threading one hand through your damp hair while his hips keep rutting up into you from below.
“Aw, is my girl f-finally getting tired? Thought you were a big girl, what happened?” He’s grinning down at you, feeling his own heart pounding in his ears as his own release was rolling towards him fast. You’re a complete mess of moans above him, incoherent while your hips are still twitching downwards to meet him. “You’re mine now, y’know that? None of those boys back at college are ever gonna see you like this, this is just for my eyes only- right?” His possessive words match the brutal slams of his hips into yours and you lazily nod, clinging to his bulging muscles for purchase.
It isn’t long before he’s finally cumming again, attempting to pull out before you demonstrate one last burst of energy to force your hips down and make him fill your womb with his warm seed instead. He groans out at the feeling, matching you and sinking his own digits into the plush of your thighs firm enough to definitely leave marks while he keeps you locked against him.
If this was going to be a regular occurancr, then he’d better get used to the feeling of filling your cunt up instead of wasting it anywhere else aside from your throat.
He’s out of breath, holding you still against his chest while you both come down together in complete silence. You both have overactive minds, the future is beginning to blur from this new development between you both, but you can’t find a reason to complain when you’re being held like you’re something to be treasured against his solid chest.
You check on each other soon after, and he can’t fight the way his heart squeezes when you’re more worried about if he’d had a good time than yourself. The charged energy between you grows softer, you lean into his touch when he brushes your wild strands of hair from your face.
“You’re remarkable,” his voice is barely above a whisper and your cheeks flare with heat again, looking away from his haunting gaze to take in the late night sky through his vast windows that spread across the walls in his bedroom. You could watch the city lights compete with the stars for hours like this, in his arms feels safer than anything you’ve ever felt before.
“I’m debating on when I should worry about my father,” your voice chuckles after a while, throat sore from sucking him dry earlier as well as all the crying and moaning you’d been doing all night. Sylus simply exhales, swiping his thumb across your soft cheek while he contemplates a response.
“Not tonight, that’s all I ask. Let me have you to myself for a little longer.” He rolls your bodies so that your side rests against the cool silk, still facing his unfairly handsome features. His eyes were soft on yours, holding you prisoner in the moment and you shyly smile at the suddenly soft, older man. “M’kay,” you murmur before nuzzling into his chest for comfort.
The two of you lazily lay there for a while longer before equally deciding it was time to clean off. He leaves first, kissing your lips with that same urgent, yet lazy pace before heading towards the bathroom.
You take the second alone to roll over and reach for your phone that was sitting face down on his night stand. The faint sound of a shower running can be heard from the bathroom but it falls on deaf ears as you read the multiple missed texts from your father.
Dad: just got home from dinner where are you?
Dad: did i forget you mentioning plans or something? why aren’t you answering?
Dad: is everything okay??
Sylus comes back into the room to find you urgently typing on your phone, finding himself only slightly nervous when he walks up and caresses your ankle from behind. “Are you okay?” He asks before you turn your head from your phone to look at him with your own nervous smile.
“Heh, um, you could say that,” you turn your phone to show your dad’s best friend the most recent message that your dad had sent you. His red eyes widen at the text in front of him.
Dad: are you out with Sylus right now? that asshole said he had a date- don’t tell me it’s with you.
“Um, I think I might need to start worrying just a little bit tonight.” You grin sheepishly at Sylus whose towering over you, eyes still locked on your phone screen while in deep thought.
You’re both dead meat after tonight.
