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gigabyte-flare · 4 hours ago

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morning bliss

You have nice early morning sex with Sylus.

tags: sylus x reader, NSFW, MDNI, unprotected sex, p-in-v sex, somnophilia

With years of training and experience as a hunter under your belt, waking up in the dark hours of the morning comes naturally to you. Unlike most people, you're used to springing out of bed with zeal the moment your eyes flutter open.

But this morning is different.

You wake up disoriented, the heavy weight of fatigue pressing you into the midnight satin sheets beneath.

As you come to, you slowly register your undressed state and the warm, comforting presence of your lover sound asleep beside you. His face is nuzzled against your collarbone, your arm cradling his head. One thick, muscle-corded arm is wrapped protectively around your upper back, the other resting languidly across your torso.

A pang tugs at your heart as you take in the serene expression adorning his handsome features. Sometimes, you still can’t believe he’s yours—and you, his.

He stirs slightly, pulling you closer into his chest, and the subtle movement sends an unexpected jolt of pleasure course through you. Bewildered, you lift your head, eyes drifting downward to the source of the sensation.

He’s still inside you.

A shaky exhale escapes your trembling lips, eyes squeezed shut at the waves of pleasure pulsing from where you’re joined.

“Sy…?” you whisper, hand gliding over the broad expanse of his chest. His strong thighs are pressed firmly against your rear, supporting your leg draped over his hip.

He doesn’t reply, only burrows his face further into the crook of your neck, nose brushing against your throat. The warmth of his steady breaths against your skin pulls a soft, strangled sound from you, slick gathering between your thighs as your swollen folds throb with need.

Then, he starts rocking his hips.

They move with languid, shallow rolls—so unhurried and relaxed that you realize he must be dreaming.

You hesitate, not wanting to disturb him. You know how exhausting his week has been after the fallout with one of his arms dealers—but you’re teetering on the edge of insanity. You're beginning to soak the sheets and if nothing happens soon, you think you might actually cry.

And so, you start to meet his thrusts with small, subtle ones of your own, just enough to appease your arousal. The delicious friction makes you bite your lip, stifling the needy noises threatening to spill.

A sudden, sharp thrust knocks the air from your lungs, and the following deeper roll of his hips bullies a whine out of you.

“Having fun?”

The sleep-laced rasp of his voice sends goosebumps racing across your skin.

“S—Sy, you—mhm!”

A large, calloused hand cups one of your breasts, fingers pinching a sensitive peak as his tongue drags deliberately against the shell of your ear. His hips move with purpose now, his size and intensity growing with each thrust. The onslaught of sensations has you clutching his arm for dear life.

“Someone’s been busy,” he teases, planting a lazy kiss along your jaw.

“But you—hah—you started it,” you protest, mind barely processing anything beyond the space of you and him. A particularly deep stroke presses against that sensitive spot inside you and you whimper, toes curling in bliss.

His hand leaves your breast to grab your thigh, firmly holding it over his hip. Pinning it there with the back of his arm, he begins circling the swollen bud between your legs with deft fingers. His heated gaze locks onto the space where you’re joined, mesmerized by the way his length disappears into your warmth.

"You were in my dreams," he admits, voice dipping into a feral rasp as his gaze fixes on the thick ring of cream at his base. "Imagine my delight, waking up to exactly where they left off."

"You're insane," you croak, face growing hot at the revelation. He dreams about you?

"And if I am?"

Two thick fingers press into you, stretching you alongside his girth, while his thumb takes over the slow, deliberate strokes over your sensitive bud. With practiced ease, his fingers curl into that familiar spot that sends a surge of white-hot pleasure coursing through you, your hips bucking off the bed at the overwhelming sensation.

"Easy, easy," he murmurs, lips brushing tenderly against the sensitive spot behind your ear.

The steady roll of his hips, the intoxicating stretch of him inside you, the relentless stimulation from his fingers, and the sheer intensity of his lust-drunk gaze all bring you to your peak.

“I’m gonna cum,” you gasp.

“Yeah?” he groans, voice rough as he catches your outer ear with a teasing nip. “Let go, sweetheart. I've got you.”

And with those words, the tightly coiled tension inside you unravels.

He doesn’t stop, continues to pound into you as you ride out your high. The sight of your trembling body—your breasts bouncing with each movement, your attempts to muffle your cries, and the way you clench around him—drives him over the edge. A low groan escapes him as he follows, spilling into you with one final thrust. The feeling of him twitching deep against your fluttering walls, paired with the comforting warmth of his release, sends another ripple of goosebumps cascading over your skin.

For a moment, the room is filled only with your shared, breathless pants. Then, he presses his forehead against yours, his sweat-damp hair brushing your skin. With a low chuckle, he captures your lips in a tender kiss before collapsing onto your chest.

“Good morning,” he murmurs, half-lidded, scarlet eyes peering up at you.

You can only roll your eyes tiredly at the mischief dancing in his gaze. “Good morning to you, too,” you huff, feeling the familiar pull of sleep take over.

Good thing it’s a Sunday.

#sylus x reader #love and deepspace #sylus #sylus smut

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gigabyte-flare · 3 days ago

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On Company Time

ao3/masterlist

Summary: Sylus drops by your work to pay you a visit, but gets other ideas when you pull him into a nearby conference room.

cw(18+): Semi-Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Hand Jobs, Cunnilingus, ear licking, cum eating (kind of), Established Relationship, AFAB reader but no pronouns are used, reader is mc, Not Beta Read 3.1k

This could not be happening right now.

What wasn’t happening was that Sylus had strolled, altogether nonchalantly, into the Hunter’s Association building. He definitely wasn’t making idle conversation with the concierge at the front desk. He didn’t just happen to arrive here while you were on the bottom floor, running a diagnostic for protocurve fluctuations at Captain Jenna’s request. He wasn’t expertly charming his way past the concierge’s probing questions as to who he was, and why he was here. He didn’t have a black bag in his hand, inside of which wasn’t something you could only imagine.

You were rooted in place to the floor, staring at him from across the length of the entryway. Trying not to gawk. He turned, as if he were just now noticing your presence. He exchanged a few words further with the front desk, and strode over to you. Nonchalantly. Not a care in the world! The same confidence that had become so familiar to you was there in his movements. The straight line of his broad shoulders, the taper of his waist. His long legs. The usual darkness of his manner of dress. The midday light streaming in from the windows caught his eyes at an angle, illuminating them in such a way that was almost too eerie to be real. You glanced around desperately for a place to hide this interloping vision of otherworldly beauty. The soft click of his dress shoes kept coming closer and closer to you. As pissed as you were at him for showing up here unannounced – no, at all – the last thing you wanted was for him to be found out. Or worse. Sylus had stopped in front of you while you were mid-panic, and was opening his mouth to say something, holding up the bag. Before his pretty lips could form any words, you gripped him by the bicep, and dragged him towards the door of the nearest conference room. He followed after you without complaint, his only response a breathless sort of laugh at your insistence.

Thankfully, no one seemed to notice your sudden disappearance – for now. The conference room was semi-private. The blinds, yellowed with age, came up just below your eye level (which was about Sylus’s chest level). Only a table and a few forgotten filing cabinets accompanied the two of you, here. Meager, but better than being out in the open with the criminal you so adored. You shoved the bolt of the lock into place behind Sylus. He was standing with his back to the window, and he set the bag on the ground next to him. The weight of him crushed the blinds behind him, just a bit. You still hadn’t taken your iron grip from his bicep. You squeezed a little harder, hoping your irritation was making itself known through your hold. Taking your proximity and location into consideration, you dropped your voice to a harsh whisper before speaking. Your heart was racketing around in your chest. It couldn’t decide between delight and annoyance.

“Why the hell did you show up here? Do you want to get arrested? Do you have a death wish?”

Sylus was staring down intently into your face. The two of you were so close that you could see the largeness of the diameter his pupils had taken on. Even in the hard fluorescence of the overhead lights, he was unfairly handsome. His hair reflected on the blue-whiteness of the light above, making it even more striking than usual. The scent of him kept washing over you, and you desperately resisted the urge to lean into his chest and inhale. The warm spice of his cologne, the natural pheromones of his body. He leaned down so that his breath was a ghost over your ear. You both felt and heard him inhale deeply, there.

“You smell so good, kitten.”

Not a response to any of your actual questions, but rather a reflection of your own desires. He made no effort to hide the arousal in his tone, and your own body threatened to answer in kind. You bit your lip between your teeth, trying to keep a level head about the situation. You were at work. Someone could unlock the door if they really wanted. Nevermind the fact that your boyfriend was currently the primary person of interest for the Hunter’s Organization. And here he was, feeling you up in a meeting room. Feeling you up in a way that felt so good. Just like he knew you liked.

“And you’re squeezing me so tightly.”

The double entendre sent memories of Sylus actually being inside of you careening to the forefront of your psyche. The thickness of him, stretching you out, again and again. You in his lap. His hands lifting you by your hips, driving himself deeper into you. You were already wet from just a few words from him. Sylus unwrapped your fingers from his bicep by slipping his thumb underneath your palm. He directed your hand to his abdomen instead, and slid it down, down, over the expensive, slick fabric of his black dress shirt, over the cool metal of his belt buckle, down to where he wanted you. His hand dwarfed yours.

You were suddenly acutely aware of the people passing by outside of the room. You could see their dark silhouettes through the blinds, going to and fro. Blissfully unaware of what was transpiring inside of this room. You were hoping – praying – that to anyone who happened to get a peek through the blinds, it would appear as if Sylus was merely speaking into your ear. Not putting your hand over his cock. He spoke against your neck, now, as if the state of this situation didn’t worry him in the slightest.

“Look at what you do to me. How are you going to take care of this?”

You could feel how aroused he already was under your palm. You glanced downward. The outline of him was straining against his designer slacks, hard. He throbbed under your touch when you looked, as if the attention of your eyes only served to turn him on more. You applied just a little pressure with your palm, which earned you the quiet loveliness of a low gasp from his mouth. You swallowed dryly. Finally, you found your words.

“You’re hard just from me dragging you over here by the arm?”

With how close he was holding you, you were practically speaking into his chest. His tongue found the sensitive skin of your neck, tasting you from underneath your collar to the bottom of your jaw. His big hands had worked their way down your back and to your ass, squeezing. The barely restrained insistence of his touch was practically lifting you off of the ground.

“I was already hard when I saw you looking at me from across the room.”

You grit your teeth, feeling your ears heat up at his admittance, wetness pooling in between your legs. It was hard to ignore him when he was right here in front of you, telling you he was turned on just from seeing you from a distance. He was always without shame about his needs and wants. A blessing and a curse. Your boyfriend was many things – sweet, a provider, witty, whip-smart – and insatiable in his appetite for you. Your resolve had already snapped the moment he had walked in the room behind you. You went for his belt buckle without a further word, fumbling with it just a bit in your newfound eagerness. Sylus made no move to assist you, only offering a breathless chuckle and an adjustment of his posture so that you could maneuver the annoying piece of supple leather out of your way. Next came his button and zipper. A much easier task. You considered drawing it out – teasing him through his boxers – but the sound of footsteps passing by outside of the room made you change your mind. You dragged the waistband of his boxers down and out of the way, and his heavy cock bounced up against his shirt, leaving a glistening wet mark against it. Sylus exhaled through his nose, a masculine, satisfied sort of sound. There was the familiar scent of his arousal in the air, now. You wrapped a hand around him, and marveled at the temperature differences in your skin. The heat and girth of him. It was familiar by now – but no less enticing. You half considered putting him inside of you. Sylus’s breath caught in his throat as you did so.

“Your hand looks so pretty wrapped around my cock, sweetheart. So perfect.”

His gaze was trained on where you grasped him. You pumped him once before thinking better of it, and spat into your hand. Combined with the slickness from his precum, your movements became much smoother. Sylus groaned lowly in his throat as you palmed the tip with one hand, rubbing up and down his length with the other.

As you worked him with your hands, you took advantage of his ear. It was almost just next to your lips. You had to lean up just a bit to reach it, but Sylus anticipated your desire, and bent his head further down to give you better access. You started at his earlobe, pressing your tongue flat against it, drawing it up through the outer shell, before dipping into the deeper crevices, working the muscle against the ridges of his skin, there. The wet sounds of your tongue on his ear combined with those coming from your hands on his cock seemed incredibly loud in the smallness of the space. It was accentuated only by his pleased sounds and your accelerated breaths.

His hands roamed your body then, kneading your breasts over your uniform as if he were a big cat, gripping hotly at your waist, sliding his hands into your back pockets to massage your ass. He eventually settled with one hand wrapped gently around your neck – he could have crushed your windpipe had he wanted – but the touch was full of reverent dominance, instead. The other hand gripped the back of your head by the roots of your hair. You were lifted up and against his waiting mouth into a heated kiss. He was quick to lap at your mouth with his tongue, licking at you, grazing against the backs of your teeth, as if he were committing the inside of it to memory again and again. Each time you kissed Sylus, it was as if it were both the first and last time. You felt his hips begin to stutter into your hands, and you worked him quicker, squeezing the head at the top of your strokes, turning your wrist as you did so. He only pulled away from devouring your mouth to speak for a moment.

As you pulled away, his eyes darted from your face to the movement of your hands, and back to your face. He licked his lips, making sure you were meeting his eyes before he spoke.

“I’m going to – mm – put my tongue inside you after this.”

You shook your head quickly, still pumping him, the sound of it increasingly lewd. Even though you desperately wanted to indulge the idea, it had been a long day.

“I haven’t showered since this morning. I’ve been at work all day–”

Sylus interrupted you with a tug on your hair, exposing your neck to him.

“I don’t care.”

He hardly gave you room to argue. He spoke again with his teeth against your neck, alternating between nipping and speaking. His voice was a shuddering, needy breath.

“Good. Good job, baby. I’m gonna cum – let me cum in – in your hands.”

You nodded, doubling your efforts around him. Without further warning, his fist became a knot in your hair, pulling so that your scalp tinged with the slightest of pains from the strength of it. He let out a strangled sort of gasp, like he was trying to keep himself quiet, and you felt the heat of his spill on your dominant hand. He was quiet for just a moment, bringing his breathing back to normal, resting his forehead in the crook of your neck. You were just about to tell him that you needed to get back to work, your own need be damned, that the rest could wait until he picked you up that afternoon – but he was lifting you from underneath your armpits, carrying you like you weighed nothing, depositing you so that you were leaning with your rear against the table at the other end of the small conference room. He took you by the wrist – the one connected to the hand that had been jerking him off not moments before – and wiped his cum from your palm onto his cock. He was still just as hard as before, despite just having orgasmed into your fingers. Sylus knelt before you, and went for your zipper. Seeing such a big man kneel before you always made your words catch in your throat.

“What are you–”

He yanked your pants and panties down all at once, and you instinctively covered yourself instead of finishing your statement. He pried your hands away gently by your wrists easily with one hand, pumping himself leisurely with his other. He was looking up at you with crimson eyes, aflame with adoration and amusement.

“I told you. You’re going to cum on my tongue.”

True to his word, his tongue was on you before you could protest further. With your pants pooled around your ankles, it was difficult to get them very far apart – but this did little to deter Sylus’s efforts. He simply pressed his face against your skin harder, which made the sounds of his breathing through his nose even louder than they already were. Sylus was a big man after all, and his tongue was no exception. He licked long, flat stripes in between your legs, trying to put as much of his tongue inside of your pussy as was possible in your standing position. He flattened out his tongue for you so that you could grind your clit on the muscle, and he pressed your harder into him with the hand that wasn’t wrapped around his cock.

Your legs began to shake against your will for the pleasure of his attentions, and your knees would have buckled were it not for Sylus practically supporting your weight with his face. You were suddenly very aware that your face could be seen from outside of the conference room due to the length of the blinds. Sylus, as if sensing your thoughts, pulled away for just a moment. His voice was ragged and breathless, half a laugh, half a command.

“Better control that pretty face of yours if you don’t want people to find out your boyfriend’s eating you out at work.”

His mouth was back on you before you could even make the barest attempt at formulating a response. You did your best to do as he told – but you were already so close that it was hardly possible. You pressed your lips together, and gripped at the soft whiteness of the head of hair below you. Sylus, invigorated by your touch, redoubled his efforts, making no attempt to quell the encouraging sounds of pleasure he was making against your sex. Your orgasm crept up on you, heightened by the thrill of the possibility of being caught (and Sylus acknowledging himself as your boyfriend.) You called the name of your lover, a barely restrained whisper of a sound. Sylus made a succession of little mhm noises in response, asking you without words to come in his mouth. It came over you with a tensing of muscles and an opening of lips, with quiet gasps of Sylus. He lapped all of you up, letting nothing escape his waiting mouth. Through the last waves of your bliss, you saw him cum again into his own hand this time, the vibrations of his groan reverberating against your pussy through his throat. He continued with his tongue until you forced his head away with your hand from the sheer overstimulation of it. He seemed more than reluctant to pull away, and kept going back in for a taste again and again (despite your hand practically yanking at his hair) before finally giving you some reprieve from his tongue.

Sylus looked up at you, face dusted red, cheeks and lips shiny and wet from your slick. He licked at them before standing over you. One of his fingers, covered with his spend, opened your lips. He pressed it onto your tongue. He kissed you then, and you tasted the combination of yourself and him. His kissing became more insistent again, and you pushed him away with a hand on his chest, gasping.

“Not here. Work, Sylus. I have to go back to work.”

Sylus looked vexed for a moment, clearly annoyed at not being able to bend you however he wanted, for as long as he wanted. But he seemed to follow your logic, because he stepped back from you after biting at your lip once more.

“Fine. I’ll wait until I pick you up this afternoon.”

You shook your head in his direction. His endless stamina never failed to amaze you. Not that you minded in the slightest. Your chest heaved with the effort of collecting yourself. Sylus tucked himself back into his pants as if nothing had happened, and then pulled yours effortlessly back up your legs, taking the opportunity to caress the soft skin of your thighs as he did so. The space in between them was now much too wet to be comfortable. You’d have to clean up in the bathroom after this. You expelled another long breath. Sylus was still hovering over you, licking at the sweat that had accumulated on your neck, hands fondling your chest. He smelled like sex. Yours and his. In your periphery, something caught your eye.

“Sylus,” you breathed, hooking a finger in his belt loop to try to calm him again,

“What’s in that bag you brought?”

Sylus glanced behind him, as if he had forgotten about the bag entirely. He turned back to you, and a smug expression took over his face. His evol deposited the bag on the table you were leaning on, and revealed its contents.

“Oh, that? I was in the area, so I thought I’d bring you lunch.”

You stared at him. He was grinning, showing you the whites of his canines.

“You’re crazy, you know that?”

“For you? Yes.”

#love and deepspace #sylus x reader #sylus #sylus smut

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