Sylus Gives You a Titty Massage - Sylus x reader
Summary: Your nipples have become unbearably tender as your period approaches. Sylus notices and offers an interesting solution. Content: MDNI, explicit smut, nipple sucking, nipple play, breast massage, fingering, semi-public sexual acts, Sylus being a smug tease, fem reader implied (2.6k wc) A/N: True Life: I’m horny and my nipps hurt. ((sorry not sorry <3))
Your nipples have been an absolute nuisance for the past three days.
Anytime you brush past something it felt like too much.
You cannot sleep on your front anymore because it is sensory hell.
Your nipples – pebbled at all times whether you are cold/aroused or not.
On top of all this, your breasts are achy and sore, like you’ve had back to back chest days in the gym.
And forget about wearing a bra!! Having constant pressure on your chest is enough to ruin your day.
These symptoms began right after you finished ovulating, but you have never experienced them with such fervor before. And it is causing you unrelenting grief.
You were hoping this nightmare would end before today, because you had plans tonight with Sylus. But your hopes were dashed the minute you woke up, when that persisting awareness slapped you in the face.
You spent the day lazing around, but once it hit 4 pm you showered. After drying off and applying your usual products you mentally braced yourself to be uncomfortable for the next few hours.
It was time to put on the bra you bought specifically to wear with your dress for the evening. At the time when you were buying said bra you were hyped over how good it made your boobs look. But now, the bundle of fabric and foam was looking like more of a threat than any wanderer you’ve encountered.
You methodically put it on, somehow succeeding in not irritating your nipps. After, you slipped into your dress for tonight’s ceremony then moved on to applying your makeup.
With how slow you moved when putting on your bra, Sylus was at your place before you were finished.
“Running late Miss Hunter? I’m shocked.”
You huffed then trailed your eyes up to meet his amused reflection in your vanity mirror.
“Yeah, well I’ve been struggling a bit lately,” you said, hoping your anxiety over how you’ll survive the rest of the night didn’t seep through.
But with how swiftly his amused expression contorted into concern, you can tell that you failed.
“Should we stay in for the night then? No need to push yourself if you’re feeling unwell.”
Your heart warmed from his concern and a small smile graced your lips.
“I’m sure I’ll be okay. I was nominated for an award so I should at least be present. And I’m sure my coworkers would be heartbroken if Mr. Skye didn’t show up as promised,” you teased.
His eyes crinkled with his smile as he moved to stand behind you. His presence serving as a comfort while you put on the last bits of makeup.
“Are you certain kitten? I care more about your wellbeing than pleasing your coworkers. And I’m confident there will be plenty of other opportunities for us to catch up in the future.”
As he spoke you neatly put your makeup back into the vanity drawers before turning around to face him.
“I’m sure.”
He hums, then takes your hand in his to pull you to a standing position.
“Let’s get going then, Luke is our driver for tonight.”
Soon after arriving, you and Sylus are pulled into conversation with Simone, Tara, and a slew of UNICORNS team members. You have lost count over the number of people clamoring to speak with Sylus. The skill he must possess to entertain endless conversations about his “fruit business” while keeping a straight face is admirable.
By the time you two make it to your assigned seats, he has received three separate invitations to hang out along with multiple business inquiries.
Although you always enjoyed catching up with your coworkers, each hug you received and handed out caused you to inadvertently irritate your chest. With less to focus on now, your tender nipples are at the forefront of your mind again. And your bra is starting to feel like a torture device. You inconspicuously shift in your chair, hoping for any form of relief. But instead, the cups of your bra harshly drag against your buds making you visibly wince.
When you open your eyes, Sylus’ carmine gaze is already upon you. Assessing your pained expression.
He raises one of his eyebrows before leaning down towards your ear to whisper “Come with me.”
You were about to refuse before some very familiar black and red tendrils encircle one of your wrists, encouraging you to follow him. As you make your way down a darkened hallway you can’t help but question him.
“How do you know where you’re going?”
“I have my ways sweetie,” he replies smugly.
You purse your lips and remain silent, until he stops in front of what seems to be a closet door. When he opens it to peer inside, it is empty and seems rarely used.
“After you,” he says before following you in and quietly closing the door.
It would be pitch black inside the closet, if not for the sliver of light coming through the gap at the bottom of the door. You can hear him shift around a bit before he speaks.
“Will you tell me what’s wrong? You know I can’t stand to see you in pain.”
“Sylus, I said I’m fine. Let’s head back to our seats before they start announcing the awards,” you practically beg.
“Why won’t you tell me what is bothering you? If you’re adamant on staying through the entire ceremony, I can have Luke grab some painkillers for you.”
You shake your head, unsure if he can even see you in this darkened closet.
“That won’t help, I’ve tried that already,” you grumbled.
You can hear (and feel?) him take a step towards you. Something in the air shifts with his proximity.
“I could give better suggestions if I knew what the problem is.”
You feel your face heat up as you mumble your next words.
“It’smynipples.”
Neither of your say anything for what feels like hours.
“What about them?” he questions in an unreadable tone.
“I know,” he cuts in.
“To start, it’s the week before my period-”
“You know? How the fuck-”
“You share your period tracking data with me, remember?”
Your mind buffers before you can reply. “I'm aware. I just didn’t think you were actively monitoring it??”
“I like to know where you are in your cycle.”
Although you cannot see him right now, you can picture him shrugging in a nonchalant manner.
“I don’t even know how to respond to that.”
All you get is him chuckling as a reply.
“Anyway…back to my nipples. They have felt very sensitive the past few days, and I think it has to do with my hormones shifting? Every little touch feels like a zap of electricity. And this damn bra has been killing me since I put it on.”
He hums.
“Will a massage help? I’ll be as gentle or as rough as you need,” he says in a dulcet tone.
Butterflies rise in your tummy at his offer. You know he didn’t mean it sexually, but why did he have to say it like that?
“R-right now? Sylus they’re going to start the ceremony soon.”
Instead of answering he moves into your personal space, backing you into one of the walls of the supply closet. You can vaguely make out the shape of his left arm, placed on the wall above your head – blocking you in.
He leans down towards you until he is mere centimeters away from your face.
“I believe I asked you a question first kitten. Would a massage help?”
“Yes? No? Maybe so?”
You can’t help but squirm as arousal builds up in your core.
“F-fine. Just be extra gentle.”
You can almost feel his smirk from here.
“Anything for you,” he whispers before you feel both of his hands slide the straps of your dress off your shoulders. Then, he pulls down the top of your dress, exposing your bra. Lastly, he unhooks your bra from the front closure – allowing your breast room to relax.
You let out a sigh of relief, truly relaxing for what feels like the first time tonight. But just as quickly as you let your guard down, your breath is stolen when he cups each breast in the palm of his hands.
His touch feels searing against your pebbled nipples, almost like a heating pad was placed upon them. Once he begins massaging you, you have to bite your lip to hold back a whimper as pain mixes with bliss.
Besides your audible breathing and the involuntary sounds Sylus keeps pulling out of you, there is complete silence in the closet as he focuses on giving you a thorough rub down.
The arousal that you tried to keep at bay was creeping up again by the second. When you attempt to squeeze your thighs together for more stimulation Sylus speaks.
“I can feel you squirming. Do you need something else from me?”
You open your mouth to reply but your mind feels empty from the mounting pleasure.
“Cat got your tongue?” he teases.
He pauses to see if you’ll say something before continuing.
“Let me help you then. How does this feel?”
Your head shoots back and thumps against the wall behind you as his warm, wet tongue glides over your tender nipple. Goosebumps form on your arms from the unexpected sensation and you can feel a wet spot forming in your underwear.
Sylus groans as he lavishes one nipple with attention before switching to the other. Making sure to continue massaging the unoccupied breast, never letting one go without stimulation for long.
With his movements being so unpredictable in the darkness, you begin to tremble. Your hands shakily thread through his hair as you arch your back and try to push your breast further into his mouth.
He briefly pops off your nipple to encourage you.
“That’s it, take what you need from me.”
When he goes back to suckling, your pussy throbs and clenches around nothing indicating you are near your limit. You try to grind against him – seeking any friction for your neglected clit but Sylus holds you back.
“Come like this for me, you can do it,” he mumbles around the mouthful of your tit.
You jerk from the vibrations then he doubles his efforts. His fingers sink further into the flesh of your boobs as he massages them while starting to bob his head up and down each bundle of nerves. Sylus seemed entranced as loud slurps and pleased hums leave him.
The competing sensations and his sounds were driving you insane. So much so, that you could no longer suppress any of the needy whines you were holding back before.
The coil in your stomach gets unbearably tight right before you tip over the edge. You let out a gasp as wave after wave of pleasure slams through you. When you start to come down, erratic aftershocks wrack your body making your head feel fuzzy.
“Good job, I think you deserve a reward. Hmm?”
Your sluggish mind is still processing his words when you feel one of his hands slip underneath your dress. As it makes its way between your thighs – you fully come back down to Earth.
“You can’t be serious right now,” you whisper in disbelief.
“Oh, I’m very serious. Surely you aren’t satisfied with one measly orgasm,” he says in an incredulous tone, like he didn’t just fry your brain.
“Sy, my legs literally feel like jelly right now.”
He tsks in feigned disappointment before beginning to rub the seam of your pussy through your underwear.
“What have I told you about being greedier with your pleasure sweetie?”
Hearing his lascivious tone, you unconsciously clench your thighs around his hand as your clit tingles with renewed interest. And just like that – the last bit of your restraint is destroyed.
“Well, are you feeling greedy?” he whispers into the ever shrinking space between the two of your lips.
You take in a quivering breath before making an assenting sound.
Then, he presses his lips against yours, drawing you into in a mind melting kiss. Within a few moments, he returns his attention back to the space between your thighs.
You moan into his mouth as one of his fingers slides the gusset of your panties to the side to touch you directly. The feeling of his thick, middle finger trailing from your hole up to your clit coaxes your mind to empty once again.
He briefly backs away from your mouth, leaving your lips tingling in the aftermath.
“You’re so wet. Does this feel good?” he asks in a hushed tone.
“Y-yes,” is all you’re able to utter.
He presses light kisses to each the side of your neck in response as he continues to toy with your sopping slit. Each journey up to your clit is different. Sometimes he circles it with the lightest pressure, making you squirm for direct contact. Other times he teases your hole, barely nudging the tip of his finger in before slipping away again.
When your sounds turn desperate, his lips melt against yours. Swallowing each one like they are his sole reason for living.
While Sylus continues to explore the familiar territory of your mouth, he uses your slick to sink one of his long, slender fingers inside. Your hot, gummy walls clench around the digit as his knuckle meets your entrance. Then, he sets a maddening pace sending a shock through your system.
After a few pumps he easily slips in a second finger curving them to brush against the area that causes your hips to twitch forward. At the same time, he uses his unoccupied hand to rub tight circles over one of your nipples. His pace does not slow when you clench around the new intrusion. If anything, it is replaced with far more desperate tempo.
The lewd squelching sounds echoing in the closet combined with feeling one of your tender buds being tweaked makes your muscles tense up. You’re drowning in euphoria and your eyes roll to the back of your skull as he mercilessly fingers you through each throb and pulsation.
When you have control over your limbs again, you weakly grab his wrist, needing to escape the overstimulating pleasure. And the minute his fingers slip out of your hole, you sink down to the floor of the closet to recover.
Sylus crouches down in front of you, placing a small kiss on your forehead. Once you feel human again, he helps you stand back up. Carefully refastening your bra and smoothing the top of your dress back into place.
You both hear the same muffled tail end of a sentence from the speaker in the banquet hall “…and now, we will begin the awards portion of tonight’s event.”
Feeling your heart sink, you rush to slip your heels back on before rushing out of the closet. You both make it back to your seats hoping you don’t look as flustered as you feel.
Before long, your name is read along with several others as nominees for one of the Hunter Association awards. Minutes later, when your name is announced as an award recipient you make your way to the stage with shaky legs and mussed hair.
As you make your way to the stage you beg every deity available that you don’t look like you just got finger blasted into a fifth dimension less than half an hour ago.
After climbing up the short stairs to the stage, you catch Sylus’ eyes twinkling with satisfaction. You do your best to ignore him as you deliver your acceptance speech before scurrying back to your chair.
The remainder of the event passes by in a blur and before long you are on your way back to the N109 Zone for the night. You are exhausted and the shame you feel from what you both got up to in that closet will haunt you for nights to come.
You shift to rest your head against Sylus’ shoulder, trusting Luke to get you both back home in one piece. As you start to drift away, you must admit that your nipples weren’t bothering you anymore.











