#HUSBAND SYLUS!!!!! SUPREMACYYY

[buckiverse]

☆ Sylus, who has a hidden playful side.

Sylus secretly created a sex playlist. While he was usually more serious when making love to you, he had his moments of playfulness—and this was one of them.

One night, as the two of you listened to an album together, you offhandedly mentioned liking a particular song. Sylus took note. He couldn’t help himself; the opportunity was too good.

So, when you got home, he led you through the doors of your shared quarters in the Onychinus base. Of course, he blindfolded you first, a smirk playing at his lips as he took your hand and guided you forward. The click of the door shutting behind you sent a thrill down your spine. You followed him obediently, your fingers curled around his bicep, his warmth grounding you in the unfamiliar darkness.

Without warning, he swept you off your feet, his strong arms carrying you effortlessly before settling you into a chair at the center of your bedroom. The air felt different—charged, expectant. A moment later, the blindfold slipped away, and your vision blurred as your eyes struggled to adjust.

The room was bathed in a golden glow, dozens of candles flickering against the walls. The air smelled of vanilla and something muskier—cologne, perhaps? A slow warmth crept up your neck as you took it all in. You had been out with your husband all day… When could he possibly have set all of this up?

Then, the music started.

A smooth piano intro filled the room, the beat kicking in just as realization dawned. Your breath hitched. Oh no.

From the bathroom, Sylus emerged in nothing but a robe, the fabric barely clinging to his broad frame as he strode toward you. In his hand was a microphone—where had he even gotten that?

And then, with far too much confidence, he started to sing.

"Can I take you home, girl?"

The sheer audacity.

His voice was—well, horrible, honestly. But that only made the moment funnier, your shock quickly morphing into amusement. You covered your mouth to stifle your laugh, but he caught it, his mischievous grin widening as he leaned in closer.

"Get you all alone, girl..."

His fingers trailed down your arm, toying with the strap of your tank top before letting it slide down your shoulder. Then, with deliberate slowness, he moved around to the front of you, his piercing gaze locking onto yours.

And then—oh.

He straddled your lap, his strong thighs caging you in as he rolled his hips against yours, grinding in time with the beat. Heat rushed to your face, your laughter faltering as something far more dangerous curled low in your stomach.

Talk about a show...