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You’re still struggling to recall the guy’s name. Was it Greg? Grant? It doesn’t matter. You smile politely at him across the flickering candlelight, nodding as he goes on and on about how great he is and how you should do your job, teaching you the proper ways to hunt for wanderers and how to “properly load a gun” as if you hadn’t worked in this field for years now.
Your mind drifts in and out of focus, the sounds of his voice blending into a distant hum. You've checked the time on your phone at least three times in the last fifteen minutes. Each glance makes your heart sink a little more. You could practically feel your soul draining away with every word that falls from his mouth.
He’s one of those guys, too eager to impress, talking too much but saying nothing, convinced that his latest obsession is all anyone wants to hear. You feel your eyes glaze over as he babbles about things you either already knew or were obvious information, the words just rolling off him like they mean anything at all. You force a smile and nod, though the urge to escape grows stronger with each passing second.
You can’t do this anymore. You need an out.
You excuse yourself with a tight smile and a muttered “bathroom” before weaving between the crowded tables, your mind already on a single mission: survival. As soon as you’re out of sight, you pull your phone from your bag like it’s a lifeline, not even hesitating to dial.
He answers on the second ring, his voice as flat as you remember, like he’s been waiting for this call.
“Yeah?”
“I need you, Sylus” you whisper into the receiver, glancing back toward the dining area with a sense of urgency. “This guy is unbearable. I’m dying here. Can you come get me out of this?”
There’s a brief silence.
“You said this one was promising.”
You let out a frustrated sigh, shifting your weight from foot to foot. “I was lied to, he clearly isn’t. Please?”
Another pause. Then, “Be there in ten.”
You exhale in relief and end the call quickly, finding yourself unable to calm the flutter of anticipation building in your chest. Ten minutes. Ten minutes and this nightmare would be over.
True to his word, Sylus walks into the restaurant exactly ten minutes later. You spot him immediately, dressed head-to-toe in black, from his jeans to his boots to his sleek leather jacket.
There’s no hurry in his movements, but he scans the room with that unreadable expression on his face, detached, as though everything around him is just background noise. His eyes find yours in the dim light, and for a moment, you forget about the guy sitting across from you. Something tightens in your chest, a pull that catches you off guard.
He doesn’t need to speak. He simply walks over to the table, and as he does, Grant—or Greg, or whateverhisnamewas—stops mid-sentence, his frown deepening as he looks up in confusion.
“Who’s this?” he asks, clearly unsure of the sudden interruption.
Sylus doesn’t even acknowledge him. He doesn’t spare him a glance. Instead, he reaches out, his hand wrapping around yours with a firm, steady grip. The contrast between the warmth of his touch and the cold dread that has been gnawing at you since the moment you sat down with the other man is sharp.
“We’re leaving,” Sylus says, his voice low and gravelly, like it’s been dipped in winter wind.
You don’t hesitate. You grab your coat, moving quickly as if the very fabric of the conversation is suffocating you. The sputtered confusion from your date is nothing but white noise now, as Sylus pulls you away without a single glance back. You don’t care what he says. You don’t even look at him again. Sylus is all you need right now.
The moment the door swings open, the cool night air feels like a breath of fresh air, a relief against the stifling heat of the restaurant.
You let out a soft, breathless laugh, your pulse still racing. “Thank you, I owe you one,” you say, the words coming out more lighthearted than you expected. “I seriously thought I was gonna—”
But before you can finish, Sylus pulls you into the shadowed alley beside the restaurant, and everything changes.
His hands find your waist with a precision that shocks you, and then his mouth is on yours, nothing gentle about it. It’s urgent, possessive, like he’s been holding himself back for far too long. The kiss isn’t soft, isn’t sweet; it’s fierce and all-consuming, as if he’s been waiting for this moment for years.
You gasp when he pulls away, your heart thundering in your chest. The streetlight casts his face in half-shadow, but you can still see the darkness in his eyes—dark and burning with something you can’t quite place.
“Why would you lower yourself to someone like that,” he says, his voice low and rough, “when you could have me?”
The question rattles you. Your chest tightens, and for a moment, all you can do is stare at him, dumbfounded.
“W-what are you talking about? Sylus, what—?”
He doesn’t give you a chance to finish. He kisses you again, slower this time, but no less intense. It’s deliberate, like he’s making a point, and you can feel it, yuo can feel every shift of emotion between you. When he finally pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts.
“I’ve always been here,” he murmurs, his words so quiet, so close. “Always. Why can’t you just… see me, for once?.”
Your hands are still pressed against his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his jacket as you try to process everything that’s happening. The warmth of his body, the heat between you, the look in his eyes… it’s all so overwhelming, and you can’t quite make sense of it.
“But… you never said anything,” you whisper, your voice trembling. “You never…”
“I waited,” he interrupts, his jaw clenching. “I thought maybe one day you’d see it. See me. But watching you waste your time on guys who don’t know a damn thing about you and are not even interested in getting to know you? Guys that disrespect you and your intelligence like that?”
He shakes his head, his lips pressing into a hard line.
“I’m done waiting.”
You don’t know who moves first, but before you can process it, your lips are on his again, more desperate this time, like something long-buried is breaking free, finally finding the surface. Your hands pull him closer, and he responds in kind, his arms wrapping around you, pressing you against him with a force that makes your heart race even faster.
In that quiet, shadowed alley, with the world fading away, you realize something. You don’t want to go back to the table. You don’t want anyone else.
You just want him.
Sylus.
His tongue traced the surface of your lips, making you gasp. You wrapped your hands around his neck, intertwining your fingers in his hair, bringing him closer to you, deepening the kiss as your tongues fought for dominance over one another. His hands traced the exposed skin of your legs, fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh. “You look so beautiful… All for a worthless fool”, he murmured against your lips.
Thankfully, the alley Sylus had dragged you into was far away enough from the more crowded area, giving you two the needed intimacy for the situation, but for you it wasn’t enough. “Need… you… so bad” Sylus said as he nuzzled his face on your neck, kissing and biting as he pleased.
“H-here? I don’t want us to get caught”, a small yelp escaped your lips as Sylus picked you up effortlessly. In mere seconds, you two were standing in front of his car, doors unlocked. He opened the back door and sat there, legs spread wide enough for you to hover on top of him comfortably.
You swallow thickly, completely aware of the way he was looking at you at the moment.
Hungry.
He doesn’t hide the way he’s analyzing you. The way his eyes are scanning you up and down, stopping at your chest, where the soft flesh of your breasts peeked over the dress you had decided to wear that night.
He looked up at you, as if asking for permission, and when you nodded, his eyes darkened. His hands grab your hips, helping you fully sit on top of him, feeling his hard-on pressing on your heat, his brown knitting slightly, the hold on your hips tightening, his fingers digging in.
You don’t know what took over you to grind your hips forward, your breath was hard, labored and you felt yourself soaking through your underwear. You grabbed his face and kissed him, your tongue finding its way to his. Sylus groaned, his mouth not letting you catch a break. “Can I, sweetie? Please?” he panted when he pulled away for a second, thumb caressing the area below your navel.
“Yes… yes” you slurred, too drunk in pleasure and anticipation. Sylus swore under his breath as he slid your underwear to the side, coating his fingers in your slick, drawing a line from your entrance to your clit where he started a slow and agonizing circling pace.
Your hips stuttered, pressing yourself closer to him. You gripped his shoulders, nails sinking into them as Syulus let out a breathy moan. You let your hands spread wider, opening yourself wider and giving him easier acces. “Fuck…” you struggled against his fingers.
“Do you really believe that idiot would have had you like this? So wet and so needy from just making out?” he murmured next to your ear as his fingers traced perfect circles at a perfectly torturing pace.
You shook your head, lip between your theeth, closing your eyes firmly, focusing on how his digits made you see stars. No one had ever made you feel the way Sylus was making you feel right now.
Sylus smirked, the sound of his buckle getting undone reaching your ears. “I need to hear it from you, kitten. Do you want this? Look at me” he asked.
Your breath was shaky, hard and fast. Unable to answer you lowered your head, nodding. His movements then stopped, making you whine and look up at him. “No… Don’t stop, please Sylus, please” you wiggled your hips, trying to get some friction to ease your pain.
His free hand cupped your chin. “Answer me. With words”. His demanding tone sent an electric shock right through you. You leaned in, nose brushing his. “I want this. Please Sylus”. His eyes darkened as he caught your lips desperately once more, fingers resuming his previous movements.
Your hand entered his briefs, wrapping around his already leaking length, pumping it softly. He groaned against your lips, bucking his hips upwards.
The inside of the car was a hot steamy mess, filled with the sound of moans and whimpers as well as the sound of your wetness as Sylus circled your clit faster, your own hand matching his pace on his shaft.
You wanted to see more of his reactions. You needed to see more of them. You swiped your thumb across his tip, making him bite your lip as a warning.
You whimpered, shaky breaths coming from you when he pulled his hand away from your cunt. You grabbed onto his shoulders as he lined himself, his intrusion sudden but not harsh, easy due to your wetness. You bit your lip, hiding on the crook of his neck, overwhelmed by the feeling of fullness.
“Fuck, you feel so good” he muermured, hot breath in your ear. You took a deep breath as he sunk you lower, taking him completely. With a firm hand, he grasped the flesh of your ass, pulling out until only the tip remained inside you only to bring you down, his hips meeting yours halfway.
You rolled your head back, a loud moan escaping your lips as he set an agonizing and punishing pace, the sound of your bodies meeting each other filling the cramped space you were in.
A dark laugh emanates from Sylus as he watches the way you melt around him as you ride him. One of his hands comes up, grabbing your throat, bringing your face closer to his, noses brushing against each other. “Tell me, sweetie. How good do I fuck you, hm?” he mumbled, his hips slamming with a sharp precision against yours. “That asshole doesn’t deserve to see you like this, only I can and only I will. You’re mine, my beloved”, he growls, crashing his lips against yours.
A strangled whimper is all you can manage to answer. The kiss sends you spiraling into a frenzy, the hand on your neck going down your body until he reached your clit once more, drawing cricles as he applied some pressure.
A loud moan rises from your throat as you bring your head back, ignoring the pain in your legs, quickening your pace as your walls squeeze tighter around him, feeling the pressure building in your core.
Sylus hums, satisfied, aware of how close you are to your release. Not giving you time to think, both of Sylus’ hands set on your hips, thrusting up into you. Hard, hot and deep thrusts… Instinctively you reach to the leather seats behind you, grabbing onto them as Sylus crashes his mouth with yours, swallowing all of your moans. “Look at you, such a moaning mess. Come on, let go for me” he said against your lips.
With a loud moan, you squeeze your eyes shut as you let yourself be overcomed with the overwhelming emotion of your release, your walls hugging his cock as you come with a strangled noise.
Sylus hugs your waist, and thrust become more erratic as he fucks you through your release, reaching his own a couple of thrusts later, burying himself deeper in you.
Once you come down from your peak you feel your limbs go numb, your arms circling his neck as you try to catch your breath, overstimulation shivers running down your body.
Sylus carefully slides out of you, helps you put your undewear back on as well as tucking himself back into his pants and sits you back on his legs, draping his jacket over your shoulders as he caresses your sore legs.
Groggily you look up at him as he places a long and soft kiss on your lips. “You okay?” he whispers his hand placing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
You nodded and snuggled closer to him, feeling your sight getting blurry and your eyelids getting heavier. “You don’t have to go on any more useless dates with useless guys. I’ll take care of you, kitten. I promise” you feel his lips on top of your head, leaving a chaste kiss as you let yourself drift into slumber, his words resonating in your ears.
You'll talk later about this but for now this felt… Secure. It felt right.