Hello, Sweetie.

there were very few aspects of sylus’ life that weren’t luxurious.

his home had the highest quality furniture, all of his electronics were the latest models, some of which weren’t even available to the public yet, and even one outfit could fully pay for a group of student’s college tuition.

sylus had no problem with you wandering his home, but the one room you’d not yet conquered was his bedroom- specifically his bed.

the first challenge was it’s size: an alaskan king. crawling from one side of the bed to the other was like crawling through the desert towards a mirage of water.

the main challenge was his sheets: silk, because of course he had 100% silk sheets.

you’d never slept on silk sheets before and you hadn’t known about their slipperiness until you learned the hard way.

you learned the first night you slept with sylus at his place. he was lounging on his bed in a silk robe, glasses low on his nose as he read a book.

he looked too good and the expensive wine from dinner earlier was starting to hit you.

he just looked so… pounceable. so that’s exactly what you did. you pounced him …if you flip p around to a b to spell bounce.

you pounced the bed, bounced, and slid (thanks to the black silk sheets) from one end of the bed to the other and right off of the mattress onto the floor with a thud. silence stretched for 5, 10, and finally 15 seconds.

“well, that was quite the approach, sweetie. if you want a slip and slide, all you have to do is say the word, i’ll buy you one.” you can hear the smirk in sylus’ voice all the way from your position on the floor.

you growled in frustration and stood, pointing an accusatory finger down at his sheets. “i hate these.”

sylus looks at you and sets his book down. you see that you were correct in your assumption that he was smirking, the evidence stretched across his face. “they’re good for your skin and allergies, what’s not to like?”

“they’re slippery!” you climb onto the bed and crawl towards sylus, moving like a cat with tape on it’s paws.

sylus laughs at your approach. “is my kitten unused to silk?”

you growl and finally curl up against him. “shut up.”

weeks pass and you’ve still yet to master the art of stability on silk sheets.

especially not when sylus was fucking you from one end to the other across them.

he had you on your knees with your chest and face pressed to the cool silk, his cock forcing your body forward with every thrust.

choked moans were punched from your lungs as you tried and failed to grip the sheets, silk slipping through your fingers like sand. “sy- hah, lusss..!”

“stay stiiill, sweetie, there’s no need to run from me.” his voice comes out with a hing of teasing, hands gently kneading the plush of your hips.

“i’m trying! your stupid- hhmmph! sheets are the problem!!” you lose your grip entirely on the sheets in question and find yourself at the edge of the bed.

you yelp and push yourself up onto your hands, fumbling for anything to hold onto to keep you on the bed while sylus continues to bully your poor pussy.

your fingers brush against the ends of the sheer canopy he has draped over the top of his large, four poster bed. in your desperation, you grip it and pull, trying to use it as leverage to keep yourself on the bed.

unfortunately, the canopy wasn’t secured well enough to hold you or itself up. the fabric was yanked down from the top of the bed, cascading down on top of the two of you.

sylus’ hips stutter as he processes what happened before laughing loudly at the scene. he brushes his fingers over the sheer fabric covering his head, following it down to where it drapes across the naked planes of your body.

being under the fabric made the already dim room even dimmer, cloaking the two of you in shadows. sylus leaves the fabric where it is and begins moving again. “silly girl, you’re no better than a kitten ripping it’s owners curtains down, hm?”

you whine now that you have nothing to hold onto. “g’nna fall!!”

he gathers your wrists in one of his hands and pulls, lifting your upper body off of the bed and dangling it over the edge so the only thing on the mattress is your knees.

his hips slap against your ass quicker and quicker, his tip drooling deep in you on every stroke.

you clamp down against him, the fear of falling intensifying the feeling in your tummy. your shoulders ached from how he was holding your arms back, but the burn was welcomed.

your head dropped forward as noises that were more crying than moaning left your lips.

“mmmh, lift your head and sit pretty for me. you wouldn't want me to drop you, would you?” sylus drawled, his grip loosening on your wrists in threat.

you squeaked and snapped your head up, the sheer fabric blanketing your face. every time you inhaled, the fabric was sucked into your mouth and it blew out on every exhale.

“c-cum- cumming!” you whine out, head spinning from all the new positions and feelings sylus was putting you through.

sylus purred and gave a few final sloppy thrusts, grinding deep into your spasming pussy, praising you through both of your orgasms.

the aftercare was a blur. sylus was rubbing lotion on your back and massaging your shoulders and arms, taking care not to push too deep. “do you still hate my sheets?”

you growl into your pillow, voice muffled. “i’m going to burn them.”

an pt2: hhhh he's ooc i hate him

dividers from @bbyg4rlhelps