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calebsspouse · 2 months ago

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Sylus sits you in his lap to finger you.

The two of you had just come back from a nice, romantic dinner. You had decided to get all dolled up in a little black dress with your hair pinned up. Sylus was donning a dark red dress shirt, neatly tucked into a pair of well-fitting black trousers. Very well fitting. His ass and thighs looked incredible.

Upon arrival back to your apartment, Sylus sat down on the couch, eyeing you. He had been doing it all night, frankly. His intense red eyes boring into your soul, undressing you throughout that whole dinner. You could feel it.

His gaze gave you goosebumps, your previously smooth skin now littered with them. You couldn’t tell what was on his mind— As if that was new— It was Sylus. Unless he told you, you never knew what that man was thinking.

The silence in the apartment was finally broken by his gravely voice. “Come, Kitten.” He ordered, a strong hand patting between his thighs that were manspread confidently across the couch.

You didn’t respond. Your body did. As if on autopilot, your heels clicked against the faux wood flooring, directly to his lap.

“Yes?” You asked, standing between his legs. “You need to give me a bit more than that.” You tilted your head, loose strands of hair falling out of the way and accidentally giving him a clear view of your unmarked neck.

“Sit. I promise I dont bite.” His voice was filled with this tantalizing, teasing tone. Almost entrancing.

And you did— turning around so your back was to his chest— you slotted yourself between his thighs. They now bracketed your hips, a strong hand of his slung across your waist to keep you in place.

“How was the dinner, Kitten? Did you enjoy yourself?” He asked so casually, the exact opposite of his current actions. His free hand made its way between your legs, spreading them wide for him. The strong hand once slung across your waist now holding one of your knees to keep them open.

In your confusion, you started to answer. “Of course, my love. It was really— Ah-“

Your breath caught in your throat, his long fingers running along the seams of your underwear.

“Continue. You weren’t done.” He reminds you, his voice like velvet and directly in your ear.

“Um.” You took a moment to gather your thoughts. “Right. Dinner was really— Hhh-“ A sharp, breath hitching whimper flies from your throat. Interrupted once more by Sylus. His fingers now rubbing you directly through your panties, making slow, drawn out circles with four of his fingers against your heat.

You couldn’t help the way your body reacted to him. You were already soaked. And he knew it too. A smug, quiet laugh like bass in your ear from behind you.

“What’s the matter, Sweetie? Cat got your tongue?”

The dirtiest thing about all of this was how casual Sylus was about the whole ordeal, not even acknowledging the fact that his hand was between your legs. Teasing you. Making you desperate.

And you knew he didn’t want you to acknowledge it either.

“No, I’m fine.” You lied, having no choice but to play along. Anything to keep him going. “Was really good. So— Mhmm- Good—“

A slender, ringed finger pushed past your underwear and slid itself inside of you. Your head lulled back, now resting on Sylus’s broad shoulder as he started pumping it in and out of you. Slowly.

His cologne was now more prevalent than ever to you. Since you were unable to look at his face, you clung to anything about him you could sense. And the masculine, hypnotizing scent was what you grabbed onto.

“Sylus-“ You whined, your eyes firmly shut as he dipped another long finger into you, increasing his pace.

You were already so, desperately wound up. You could feel your body tensing up in anticipation of an orgasm. God, how was it so easy for him?

“What do you need, Kitten? Tell me.” His voice was like a siren’s song. So smooth and soothing and sexy.

“Keep going, please. Im gonna—“ Your voice gave out as a long moan replaced your words, your body shuddering as his fingers hammered into you, your slick dripping between your thighs and onto the couch.

The tension in your abdomen broke, head soaring into a fuzzy, euphoric state as your vision blurred. Your back arched off of Sylus’s chest, head resting on his shoulder.

“That’s it. Such a good little one.” He encouraged as you came, his hand that was holding your knee now across your chest to hold you as you come down. Preventing you from falling forward.

It took you a solid moment to reconnect with reality. Standing up, you noticed the mess you left on the couch cushion. “Oh my god..” You muttered, slightly embarrassed.

“I’ve got it.” Sylus chuckled, pulling your dress back down for you and planting a kiss on the top of your head. “Meet me in the bedroom.” His eyes pointed towards the doorway. “Oh. Okay. Sure-“ You shuffled away quickly towards the bedroom, knowing exactly what mood Sylus was in.

And that meant he certainly wasnt done.

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calebsspouse · 3 months ago

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Champagne Cool - Sylus

Summary: You meet a gorgeous stranger during your night bartending shift at the club. And well— things get more heated than you expected.

Tags: smut WITH PLOT! ✨ SoftDom!Sylus, fïngering, public s*x, dirty talking, finger sucking, riding, praise, light degrees, Afab reader, etc etc. Sylus finally has the capability of dancing. Honestly just filthy smut idk. MDNI.

Word Count: ~3K

A/N: Sylus girlies RISE UP!! Im well aware the most fictional part of this is the fact that Sylus can dance but let’s all pretend together. I hope you enjoy!! <3

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Saturday night and you were working your usual night shift as a bartender. The club you worked at wasn’t necessarily the most popular one in town, but it got quite a bit of patronage.

You’d put on your usual show for customers. Leaning over the bar, acting completely and utterly interested in everything they had to say. Just to ensure a decent tip was slid your way when they left for the night. As they got more affected by the drinks, sometimes they would share things that were way more personal than you had signed up for.

For example, one of your regulars had a couple too many and started telling you all about their family scandals. Like their sister dropping out of college to go run off to some foreign country with her rebel boyfriend that, apparently, nobody approved of. Or their aunt who ended up divorcing her husband because turns out— after all of those years of them together— she harbored a love for her best friend. So, needless to say, sometimes being a bartender was the equivalent of being thrown into a reality TV show.

On slower nights though, like tonight, you’d rest your elbows against the bar and people watch. You’d watch as they danced to the loud thumping of the club music, with the fancy multi-colored LED lights swirling around the room. In the back of your mind, you’d take note of the customers that you could certainly tell were drunk off of their minds, since it was illegal to serve them when they were hammered. To “prevent any more trouble than we need” your boss would always tell you.

Slower nights were honestly a hit or miss for you. It was either your shift was incredibly peaceful to you, seen as a recovery night from the Friday night rush you had the evening prior. Or, it would be entirely, completely boring. Giving watching paint dry a run for its money. With your night being most like the latter of the two options, you found yourself almost falling asleep at the bar. That was, until he showed up.

Just as your eyes began to droop closed, a man dressed in a white button down and some black leather pants —a stark contrast to the men that showed up in just a t-shirt and plain blue jeans— sat down at the counter. He immediately rattles off his drink request and you get to making it, throwing the concoction together into a shaker to give it a stir. Extending your hand out to give him the freshly poured beverage, his hand overlaps yours as he grasps onto the glass.

Looking up, you find yourself absolutely stunned by this man’s appearance. He has broad shoulders, a jawline that could cut a diamond, and his outfit does little to hide the fact that he is very physically fit. It was hard to tear your eyes away from his muscular chest sticking out of his half-unbuttoned dress shirt. And just when you thought he couldn’t get any more perfect from that alone, you observe his eyes.

Immediately, you find yourself lost in them, his beautiful, piercing red eyes seem to have the ability to see straight into your soul. It had been a good few seconds, maybe a minute, just analyzing the person in front of you while you could have sworn he was too occupied with his drink to notice. Realizing you’ve been holding eye contact for entirely too long for it to be normal in any sense of the word, a smirk finds its way onto his face.

“I would tell you that my eyes are up here, but it seems you’re already staring into them.” The man says, a confident tone taking over his voice. He leans onto the counter, inching himself closer to you. The smell of his cologne more noticeable than before.

Having been called out, your face flushes a bright shade of red. The man notices and adds another smug comment.

“What’s wrong? You’re getting shy now? You seemed so open to checking me out just a second ago.”

The man picks up his glass and presses it to his soft lips, remnants of his smirk still on his face as he takes a sip of his drink.

“Shut up. I’m not blushing.” You mumble in defense as you turn away from him, not allowing him to take any more pride in the pink that’s dusting your cheeks.

“Oh, don’t turn away. I’d like to see your pretty face longer.”

“I’ll turn around if you stop smirking. You’re having an ego trip and I don’t even know you.” you retort, sass filling your tone as you turn back around to face him. This earns a chuckle from the man, leaning back in his barstool.

“Sylus.” A quick and simple introduction.

You introduced yourself as well, one-worded like the other, and that was that.

Your Saturday night was mostly occupied by chatting with Sylus at the bar, entirely too flirty for a regular customer, interrupted by quick drink-making runs in between some parts of the conversation. You really couldn’t help it, something about him… You just couldn’t place a finger on it. Well, he was beautiful and charismatic as all hell, and the rings that decorated his fingers were wholly distracting. But that wasn’t quite it.

During the chatting, you had found yourself staring at his lips quite often. How they hugged the glass when he took a sip, the way they shaped to form words when he spoke, or the strategic placement of a few licks of them every now and then.

“My friends ditched me.”

You were brought back to attention by the pretty laugh the other let out after his words. You adjusted your elbows against the countertop and tilted your head.

“Ditched you? What do you mean?”

He could tell you had zoned out on him.

“No, not like that. They’re over there.” He pointed. Your eyes followed, met with the sight of two— twins…?— already dancing with partners out on the floor.

“Oh. That kind of ditch.” You laughed. “How does it feel to be replaced?” A tease directed towards Sylus.

You checked the clock, remembering that you were only scheduled for a half-shift today due to your coworker insisting on extra hours this weekend. Something about a baby shower coming up? You didn’t really care. But you were peeved that your time with Sylus was cut short.

“Looks like I’m going to have to ditch you too.” You frowned slightly, grabbing a rag to do a ‘between workers’ wipe down of the bar.

“Hold on—“ Your movements were halted, wrist now in Sylus’s grip as he looked up at you.

“Dance with me after.”

There was silence for a moment. Your breath caught in your throat at the contact. Not to mention the sight. Sylus’s plush lips you had found yourself daydreaming about most of your shift were parted, eyes shaped into a look you just couldn’t say no to.

“Uh.” You stuttered, not pulling your arm away. “Yeah. Sure. Just let me get more presentable than this after. I’ll be out.”

Sylus smirked, finally releasing your wrist as he leaned forward, voice like honey with a lower tone, spoken so only you could hear it.

“Then I’ll be waiting for you.”

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It was a few moments of internal panic, taking your hair down from that stupid claw clip everyone swears by but you can’t stand, and a couple sprays of perfume so you didn’t smell like Jack Daniels felt you up himself. Once you had yourself and your mind mostly together, you exited the staff room and made your way towards the dance floor. Sylus said he would be waiting, but didn’t say exactly where.

You sifted through the crowd, the floor lighting up beneath your feet, ears starting to ring from the loud thumping of the bass that was much clearer now up close. Even with your eyes squinted, you couldn’t find him. Maybe he ditched?

“Hey!—“ You yelled, being tugged by someone you couldn’t really see at first, bumping into a very firm chest. Props to them honestly.

“It’s me, Sweetie. Seems like you need glasses.” Sylus teased, gently taking your hand off of his chest and spinning you around smoothly, his chest pressed up against your back. “Oh shush.” You retorted. His hips met your ass, strong, ringed hands sliding down your figure to meet at your waist.

“How smooth of you.” You laughed, commenting on the spin as you finally found the beat, starting to sway to it. If you were being completely honest with yourself, you were nervous. Men didn’t typically intimidate you or make you anxious, but this one was different.

“Can I admit something?” You shouted behind yourself, feeling Sylus’s fingertips burning holes into your hip bones.

“Go for it.”

“I haven’t danced with anyone in a while.”

“It’s okay.” You heard him laugh behind you. “I’ll guide you.” He lowered his voice, much closer to your ear than before. You felt his breath fan against your neck and you shivered, attempting to put your heart rate back to a normal pace.

Your efforts were useless, Sylus’s hand sliding down from your waist to your inner thigh. You looked down, watching his fingers curl to a tighter grip on your leg, the club lights making multicolored reflections in his silver rings. One of them was a snake. Hot.

A gentle push by his hand had you turning in his arms, now face-to-face with him. He adjusted his leg, now bracketed between yours. And God, the friction. That combined with his piercing stare. It’s like he wanted you to melt in his arms.

“What’s the matter, Sweetheart?” A flirtatious tease, but you couldn’t help the way your body reacted to it. Your chest tightened, breath starting to stutter as his arm pulled you in closer. You couldn’t answer very well, nothing clever formed as a reply.

“Nothing. I’m perfectly fine.”

“Too close?” That one was a low purr. Your whole body was hot at this point, and it wasn’t the body heat of the crowd surrounding you.

“Not close enough.”

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That was it, a few drinks later and it was a sealed deal. Sex at your workplace was the last way you expected your Saturday shift to go, but it definitely wasn’t the worst.

You’d been tugged across the club, the two of you found a dark booth in the corner, a wall-divider separating the dance floor from the seats. And at this point you weren’t very picky.

A shove to his chest had him falling back into the cushion, back meeting the wall as you chased his lips, those same pink, plush lips you were staring at earlier. You tasted alcohol and mint on his tongue, his teeth brushing against your bottom lip as his hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you forward and into his lap.

You felt his thighs flex underneath you, hips lifting up to grind against your core. A gasp fell from your mouth, the fabric of your panties underneath your skirt doing little to reduce the friction of his pants against you. Your lips parted, giving him enough time for a cocky laugh. In retaliation, you ground down harder, feeling him muffle a groan against your lips. *Ha.*

You pushed up his shirt, hands roaming underneath and along his abs. Your fingers worked at the buttons, hips meeting his in a steady rhythm.

“Eager, hmm?” He teased, his lips pulled up in a grin. You rolled your eyes, shoving the sleeves of his shirt down his arms. He complied, amused by what he was slowly turning you into. His white shirt hit the ground underneath the booth, goosebumps appearing on his arms from the air.

His hands slipped down past your waist, lips trailing down your jaw to your neck. He found purchase there, teeth brushing against the skin as he nipped at it, sucking and creating hickeys that would be a bitch to hide later.

Your cheeks felt hot as you tilted your head to the side, feeling Sylus’s hand make his way underneath your skirt, rings cold against the skin of your stomach and fingers toying with the top seam of your underwear.

“Stop teasing, you ass.” You sassed, your hands starting to work at the button of his pants. He gave a satisfied hum against your neck when you jolted, pulling your underwear aside to slide his fingers between your folds. “God you’re soaked, kitten.” He groaned, pulling his hand out, fingertips wet from your arousal.

“Taste.”

A simple command, his thumb dragging along your jawline to meet at your bottom lip. He toyed with it, tugging at it to part your lips before shoving his middle and ring finger past them. You could taste yourself on your tongue, a low moan sounding from you as you wrapped your lips around his fingers, sucking at them.

“That’s it. Clean them off all nice for me.”

When he was satisfied, he pulled them out, a string of saliva still connecting them to your lips.

You soon realized all of that was a simple tease, as his fingers found themselves back between your legs, circling at your entrance. You placed a hand on his shoulder, adjusting the angle so he had more room. When they entered, your breath hitched, feeling his fingers curl inside you as he started up a rhythm. It was becoming harder to keep your moans low and between the two of you, Sylus made note of that and picked up the pace.

“Look at you, taking my fingers like a good kitten. I wonder what your boss would think if he saw you like this, hmm?” His voice was smooth, low, and teasing the life out of you.

Your hands flew to his pants, tugging down the zipper and shoving at his waistband, trying to free his dick from his boxers. “Please, just fuck me already.”

“If you insist.” He replied, calm and collected as he pulled his fingers out, having gotten you to just before the edge when he decided to listen to you for once.

He was pretty. Every part of him was pretty. Even his dick. Your hand wrapped around it, stroking languidly until he shoved your hand away, grabbing your wrist and placing it behind your back. “You wanted me to fuck you, didn’t you?”

All you did was whine in response, thanking whatever it was you believed in that your skirt managed to hide most of what was going on from the public eye. Still, you felt dirty, about to ride Sylus in the corner of a dark club. Your face was red, breathing staggered as you felt him brush himself along your folds.

He pushed in, both of you moaning together. Your hands gripped at his shoulders as he let out a low “Fuck” when he bottomed out. His hands cupped your ass, lifting you up and encouraging you to start moving. And you did, eagerly so, cursing his name in a satisfied whine as he fucked up into you.

“Feel good, sweetie? You’re doing so well. Such a willing, shameless little thing.”

His words made you shudder, your thighs clenching as you took over, desperately fucking down onto his cock. You wanted to shut him up. You knew how smug he was about this, but honestly, he had every right to be. Even though it was in some stupid club, this was one of the best hookups you’ve ever had.

He lulled his head back, meeting the wall with his eyes closed as you tried to muffle your sounds against the skin of his neck. His fingers laced into your hair, tugging your head back with a sharp command.

“I want to hear you. Hide your moans from me and I stop. Understood?”

You nodded, gasping at the harsh grip he had on your hair. “Fuck.” You swore, body lurching forward when you felt his fingers find your clit again, circling it as you neared your high.

Your hands braced against the wall, leaning forward into his touch. Already starting to feel sore, you kept going, head feeling fuzzy and body wanting nothing more than release. “I’m close. Please. Can I—?”

You don’t know why you asked permission. Something about how he spoke made you feel compelled to. And that only served to fuel his ego even more.

“Go ahead, princess.”

It didn’t take long before your hips started to stutter, a loud moan left you as you rode out your high. Sylus pulled out, finishing onto the material of your skirt. Just because he could.

It was silent for a few moments, just the sound of the music and your breathing as you both caught your breath. You had bent over, reaching for his shirt under the table as you heard it. A stranger’s voice.

“Wow, Sylus. I see you had fun tonight.”

God, you were never going to show your face in this club ever again.

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