anyway back to business
sticky business
i consulted my husband (raf-main) on the d and we didn't agree so you get my true artistic vision, which is blood is heavy = big d weighty with gravity
#valkoisloved#valkoisvaluable#bringbackvalko
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Zayne steps out of the shower, hair still wet and his body still covered in water droplets.
“Zayne, can I towel-dry your hair~?”
“Is this because of that video of the baby seal getting towel-dried that you sent me today?”
“No… maybe…”
“Alrighty. If that’s what makes you happy.”
“😊 Can you also lie on your side so I can pat-dry your belly too?”
“Leave.”
𝑺𝒚𝒍𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚.
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🔞MDNI
CW: Spanking, Aftercare, Sylus being a teasing little shit as usual, Gender-Neutral.
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I can just imagine Sylus itching to get his hands on you after a day of you fully teasing him.
He’d stalk slowly towards the couch, not a word said as he lays down his black coat neatly on the armrest of the couch agonisingly slow, slender fingers smoothing out the fabric and feigning flicking specs of lint, all the while a knowing smirk ghosts his face as you watch curiously from afar, each second of suspense increasing your heartbeat.
“Curious, sweetie?” His deep voice rumbles from the couch before he sits down, tantalisingly slow. That bastard manspreads across the couch, his tall ass figure taking up the whole space. He slides one palm down his left thigh, raising his hips to adjust his pants while his eyes are trained on you. Holding out his other hand, he beckons you closer. Only for you to stop right between his legs and think you’re about to cuddle on his lap, he pats his left thigh.
“Bend over.”
The two words knock the air out of your lungs, but something about his commanding voice makes you comply. You hesitantly climb up his lap like a kitten exploring its territory, with your ass perched up and on display for Sylus.
“Since you were being so bold the whole day, let me return the favor, kitten.”
“Sylus, I didn’t mean to—” Your words die in a hiss when you feel his right palm gently slide up the curve of your ass, and you can feel him relishing the feeling of the soft flesh under his fingers. No matter how beautiful you’d looked in those pictures you’d sent, it didn't hold a candle to the real thing.
“Didn’t mean to, huh?” He teases as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your flimsy shorts, tugging them down just below to rest on your thighs. You bite your lip, now exposed to the cool air of the living room, and you bury your face into the armrest right onto his coat, nervous for what’s to come.
“It’s just…you were taking so long, and I was…mmf–bored.” You try to reason in a meek voice but Sylus isn't fully paying attention to your words. He’s too busy enjoying the goosebumps leaving a trail on the flesh of your ass as he slowly glides his fingers across your bare skin.
“And just how many pictures did you send me while I was in the middle of a negotiation?” He asks cooly, but you can almost hear the crack in his voice, as if he were remembering the various pictures you’d sent him during the night. They’d begun cute, with you wearing just his grey sweatshirt, clearly oversized on you. One too many pictures later, the sweatshirt was long forgotten.
“I…umm, I think six.”
“Seven. You sent me seven pictures of yourself while I was in the middle of a deal. Each one more filthy than the previous one.” He reminds you. Sylus then grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes it, causing you to arch up into him as a muffled whimper leaves your mouth. He leans down right beside your ear to whisper, “So that means I get to give you seven spanks, yes? Seven times for being a diiirty little thing.”
You shiver when his warm breath ghosts your ear, your ass reaching up instinctively as if to present yourself more to the man looming over you.
“Baby, I didn't know you were in the middle of something importa–”
Your words die in your throat when the first spank hits, making you lurch forward a bit in his lap.
“Tch.” He responds, palm smoothing down the reddening skin lovingly, his actions a stark contrast to what he’d just done.
“You say you’re sorry. That’s your line, kitten.”
The next spank lands on your other cheek, making you clench the armrest. The sting only heightened the pleasure surging through your body. Your face was buried on Sylus’s coat that hung off the armrest, the smell of rich cologne and the faint smell of gun powder only making you slightly dizzy. Sylus stops his actions for a second to look at you from the side to ensure you’re okay, but his grin resumes when you lift your head up.
“S-sorry. I’m…sorry.” You pant out.
“I never doubted that you were a quick learner. No wonder you’re one of the Association’s top Hunters.”
“Don’t…don’t patronize me, Sylus.” There’s still fight in your voice, but you’re too busy being lost in the sauce.
The next three spanks come without warning, each one making you arch your back and shut your eyes as you take in the feeling of his large hand delivering them to you.
“Fuck! ’m sorry! I’mmm sorry…so sorry, Sylus.” You start babbling as his hands come down to smooth your skin again, his red eye now beginning to emit a faint glow. He couldn't help but huff to himself, noticing how your ass was now as red as the color of his eyes.
“Good fucking job, kitten. You’re taking them so well.” His voice comes out strained as his own breathing gets erratic.
He places his other hand right where your back arches to keep you in place and to ground himself. The desire that he could see sparking in you caused him to grow in his pants. The fact that the front of your hips ground on his clothed cock didn't help either.
“I’m starting to think that you’re enjoying this, kitten. Your desire is as clear as day.”
“Yeah? A fiend…such as yourself would…mmf–know that.”
Your response was rewarded with another spank, hitting you right in the middle of the flesh, making you yelp out and grab the armrest again, while the other hand dangled off it in defiance. Your toes curled as you sat in the after sting for a bit, tilting your head to take a peek at Sylus.
He looked absolutely blissful. With his ears a deep shade of red, his lips were slightly parted as his focus was solely on your ass as if he was contemplating something. The glow in his eye seemed to be brighter, and you couldn't help but muster a victorious smile.
Just as before you were about to deliver a clever remark, Sylus bends down and bites your ass, teeth sinking into your sore ass. He then sticks out his tongue, licking the blossoming teeth marks to soothe the bite. He smiles at it proudly for a second as your whole body clenches, having half a mind to wipe that shit-eating grin on his face.
“Hey! That doesnt count!” You breathe out heavily, tilting your head to look up at him.
“Is that so? And who made you in charge of the rules tonight?” He asks as he delivers the next spank without warning, again.
At this point, you give up. There’s no fighting this man, so clearly starved, hard, and down bad for you.
“I’m sorry.” You mumble softly, already dreading thinking about sitting down tomorrow normally.
“There we go.” He chides, before leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Last one.”
With that, he rubs your ass tenderly before delivering the last spank, making you let out a loud moan as you take it in, maybe a bit dejected that it was fully over.
Sylus leans down again, but this time, instead of biting your ass, he places small kisses along your skin as he mumbles, “You did so well. So fucking good for me, kitten.”
“I’m sorry, baby. Had I known, I wouldn't have sent that while you were in the middle of something so important.”
“It’s quite alright, sweetie. The twins took over. After all, it’s why I left the negotiation early so I could come see you.” He replied as he reached to the side to pick up some ointment.
“Now, sweetie, how sore are you, or can you still keep going for the second round?”