you and me together is a problem
You and Sylus were certainly something, but it was just a lot of sex, a lot of backshots, so much - 'kitten, sweetie, good girl' - but you want something serious. You cut your friends with benefits off, and he seems supportive! So supportive in fact he leaves you a twenty minute voicemail of just how much he wants to bury his himself in you again, complete with ridiculous moans and him jerking it, begging for one more shot. Will you stay independent, or end up at his mansion?
pairings - modern sylus x fwb reader
warnings - MDNI- toxic ish obsessed sylus, oral sex, basically Sylus makes you a JOI via voicemail, masturbation, overstimulation, use of restraints, he calls you a pretty fucktoy, friends with benefits, repressed feelings, reader has nip piercings <3
this was a commission piece based of a very spicy audio hehe - 6.2k wc <3
It's been two weeks since you last had that white haired… demon. Yes he must be some sort of incubus or something, to have fucked your brains out the way he did. Two weeks since Sylus had you bent over the arm of the couch, railing your cunt until you drooled.
It's for the best, right? That you parted ways, that you started dating someone who really wants a relationship and not just sex. You keep telling yourself that, especially after the awkward date today, where your new boyfriend practically came in your hand the moment you touched him. The new guy who didn't even try to get you off. But he's … sweet, right? Serious. Committed.
You will not touch yourself thinking of Sylus. No. When he called during your date, you made sure to fuck you button him, and apparently he's left a hell of a voice-mail. You blink in confusion at the length of it, lips parted now.
20 fucking minutes!?
Who leaves a 20 minute voice-mail? Surely it's just some accident, you get up to wash some dishes and pop it on out of boredom, ignoring the ache in your core when you hear that deep, raspy voice of his.
“Hey sweetie,” fuck him really. “I just wanted to say how… mnh…”
“Does he have to sound like that!?” Your cat blinks at you. “Well he sounds ridiculous okay? I don't like his voice. Stop staring at me, fluffy, I already know you liked him.”
Your cat prances away as you wash a dish, gripping the sponge in your hands, biting down on your lip as his voice continues, wondering if you finally did get your brains fucked out by him.
“I am just so happy for you, really I am,” he sighs now, a loud sigh that breaks in the middle. “Fuck I'm just so happy you're dating someone, what was his name? I remember bending you over, cumming in that pretty pussy, and you were texting him why you couldn't come. Hah… oh kitten, remember?”
The dish falls into the sink with a click, you stare at your phone in horror now.
“Ah I'll behave, I know what you're thinking. I can behave, I promise, I don't have to talk about your cunt squirting on my cock. Or how you twitch after you cum, right? No, I just wanted… to say goodbye to you, a little send off.” Everything the man says sounds like sex, you swear. Not a single word that slips isn’t like velvet, you dry your hands on a towel before carrying the phone over to your bed.
It’s past dinner now and about eight, your boyfriend texts you while the voicemail is playing. Sylus is breathing and even that fucks your mental state up.
It was so good to see you baby. I can't wait to see you again!
Me too, night!
You’re already internally hating yourself, why do you always want the red flags who aren’t any good for you? The man who talked about breeding your cunt so casually then went off on some secret work thing for two weeks, only to come back and sink to his knees, drinking your cunt up and saying how he jerked it all week to the thought of tasting you again.
Messy and undefined is what you two were, and it was best that it ended – the moment you became official, in fact, you put a stop to his nonstop visits. You closed up shop for lack of a better word, told Sylus this ‘friends with benefits’ had to end, and he seemed relatively supportive.
Until now.
The message just keeps going, and you hate that you’re shifting your thighs listening to him, eyes shut, picturing the way those ruby eyes got so dark right before he busted inside of you.
“Ah, I know you’re probably busy, or maybe getting ready for bed, but I guess let me help you sleep one last time. The way I used to do it, remember? I’d have you cum on my cock over and over, until you were drooling, half asleep and all that white would slip from your hole.”







