For Silco oneshots - Silco is a control freak. But sometimes, in the privacy of his locked office, he needs to give up control... And Sevika is happy to privately oblige him.
Poor Silco, such a stressing life being a crime boss... Thank god his number 2 is always close enough. Sorry for the delay!
Xx, Blue.
"TAKE A BREAK" – SILCO/SEVIKA
WARNINGS: D (Fem) /S (male) DYNAMICS, ORAL, ROPE, GRAPHIC SEX SCENES. MENTIONS OF BLOOD, AND ALCOHOL. 🔥
He can feel it; the need to crawl out of his own skin. One would think everything to be easier in a position of power; but it is all but the opposite. The future of Zaun is in his hands; his growing empire depends on wether he is capable or not to sort through the dozens of problems that pile upon his –now– very disorganized desk.
He doesn't like that either. He is a methodical person. Organised. Perhaps a tad too obsessive; a useful trait for a leader in the Undercity, if any. The chaos that roams through the office is only a vague representation of the one he feels inside.
When Sevika blasts through the door, he doesn't even spare her a glance. His eyes are fixed on the reports of the last batch of shimmer distributed throughout the west of Piltover; and the carefully hidden incongruences there.
He knows the sound of her steps and particular way of moving by now. How she favors the right side of her body to counter the extra weight given by her metallic arm. Silco wouldn't say they are exactly friends –he wouldn't make that mistake again–; but she's no stranger to him by now.
He can feel the intensity of her stare no matter how hard he tries to concentrate and find any more errors on the reports. Sevika has stopped a few steps away from his desk; analysing him with silent sharpness. Her dark eyes jump from the mess of his hair to his tired, tense posture and the irritated purse of his lips. She hums insightfully.
"You look like shit".
Silco snorts.
"Wonderfull" he drawls, voice as dry as his sore throat, too drained to even use his wit to battle her cruel observation.
Sevika stays quiet and observes him for a whole minute. Silco stubbornly ignores her and scribbles on his papers.
"You could do with a break" she says, voice too firm for that to be a suggestion.
Silco doesn't listen.
"I'm busy" he answers, irritated. "If you don't have anything important to say I sugest you go make yourself useful".
Sevika takes a few lazy steps towards him; planting her human and metalic hand on his desk firmly. The sound makes Silco almost flinch, and he is inevitably forced to look up into the cage of her arms.
"I sugest you crawl down on your knees and make yourself useful".
She stares down at him in that heated, powerful way of hers; and a small electrifying shiver shoots through Silco's spine. He holds her stare for a few seconds, almost fighting her; but she doesn't waver, answering with an almost imperceptible arch of her eyebrow.
Silco could tell her to fuck off.
He doesn't want to.
Sevika watches him while he slowly abandons the reports on his desk and makes his carefull way around it towards her. Standing side by side it's impossible not to notice the physical differences between them; Silco isn't short by any means, but Sevika is huge. It's not a matter of height, really; but where Silco is slim and slender –all sharp bones and edges–, Sevika is strong and bulky. It makes him feel small. He wouldn't admit to anyone –but her– how much he likes that.
Sevika hums, the sound trapped in her chest and throat. She reaches a hand for Silco's face; and firmly grasps the right side of his jaw in a strong –yet carefull– hold. Silco has no other option than to stare back at her; still tense but not daring to move a single inch in an effort to pull away.
"What are you in the mood for today?" She asks in a low voice, calm, controlled.
Silco shuts down the need to squirm in her hold. He takes his time to answer; because it's still difficult to bare his needs and desires no matter how many times they've done this. He hates being vulnerable.
"Something light" he answers quietly, voice clipped. "No edging".
Images flash through Silco's mind; nights spent shaking on his bed with Sevika touching him and using him to make herself cum but never allowing him to tilt over the edge. It's not like he hadn't loved the experience; but he doesn't have the patience for it today. It would be torture if anything else.
"Okay" she answers, finally dropping her hand down and giving him some false ilusion of space. "Bring me the rope, then".
If Silco's knees almost buckle then and there, no one notices.
Slowly, after staring at Sevika a few more seconds in silence –in an almost pensive way–, he turns around and fishes the carefully wrapped black rope from the drawer of his desk. It's long, plenty to spin around each of his muscles a few times, and of great quality to avoid unwanted –and suspitiously obvious– rashes.
Sevika offers her hand and Silco gives it to her without adding a word.
"Turn around".
Silco still marvels at the confidence and power of that voice.
His turning feet make the wooden floor creak; followed by a heavier one when Sevika takes a few steps closer to him.
She hovers behind his back. Silco can almost feel her heat, her presence, and the anticipation builds up. When her fingers make contact with his vest, he tenses up.
"Don't make a fuss" she snaps back.
Silco bites his tongue.
Sevika is quiet while she takes his clothes off; though the weight of her stare is obnoxiously loud. Silco doesn't quite understand how she can get turned on by him this much. It's not that he considers himself to be bad-looking, even with the scar and the restless eye. But he's nothing special either; just another bag of bones in the Lanes, being objective. Perhaps she takes some sort of satisfaction on fucking her boss onto his knees –which is totally okay with him–.
Sevika hums when all the clothes are abandonned on the floor and a wave of goosebumps erase on Silco's skin. He's still tense, a man waiting to jump and bail, bite and claw to defend himself; but Sevika doesn't want to hurt him. Other times, maybe. It's not like it doesn't get her off, either, and some of their sesions have definitly ended in small, proud lines of blood; but hurting him is never the goal, no. She wants to posses him. She wants to bring the man to a freeing, catarthic pleasure that empties his mind. She'll get off to that too.
"Clasp your hands together behind your back. Elbows pressed. I'm going to tie you up".
Silco complies. Other days Sevika has to force him to; sometimes they even fight like rabid dogs until one overpowers the other. This sweet, quiet surrender is just as exciting, though. It feels like a gift. A price.
Silco's muscles lock together as soon as Sevika starts moving the rope around him. She starts with his wrists, making sure the rope is not too tight to cut the flow, and then it travels up his forearms to include his elbows. The woman adds a few more knots and loops here and there to secure the whole thing together; assuring Silco will have no other option but to stay in place.
He tests the strength anyways. He only feels warmer when he realises just how effective the ropes are.
Silco hears Sevika moving behind him. Away. His breathing is altered by his strain to try to gauge her intentions by sound alone.
She reclines back on the small sofa of Silco's office and drags her pants down. She smirks at the sight of Silco's pale cute ass; hums at the black ropes that snake around his lean arms.
"Kneel in front of me" she orders, and Silco turns around.
Sevika doesn't bother to pay attention to him. She won't make him suffer, but she's not delaying her own pleasure either.
By the time Silco has fought his reluctance to drop down on his knees –carefully swaying to one side without the help of his own hands to stabilise himself–, Sevika already has a hand between her legs.
A small, relieved exhale escapes her lips. She throws her head back, relaxing in the softness of the sofa; swipping two of her fingers through the growing wetness of her lower lips. It's been too long since she last had the time to do this. To enjoy herself without hastily having to rush and rub one out before trying to solve Zaun's next fiasco.
Eyes closed, she feels Silco hovering closer –not touching her yet–, but she ignores him for now.
She plays with herself for a minute; the tip of her fingers teasing her entrance before going up to draw slow, precise circles over her clit. The pleasure scales slowly but surely, but it's not enough stimulation for her to cum yet.
She opens her eyes, fixes her position spreading her legs a tiny bit wider, and shoots Silco a glance.
"Go on. Put that smart mouth to good use, then" she mocks him, half expecting to see an irritated answering expresion on his face.
Silco doesn't bother himself with that. He has been growing hard while watching the woman pleasure herself; fighting the impatience and need to act on it away. He's not wasting the oportunity.
Silco dives down, sinking his tongue on Sevika's wet folds and pressing a firm, generous trace up her pussy. She moans, hips rocking with the sudden attack, a bit surprised Silco had given in into her order that easily. He eats her out like a man starved.
"Fuck" she groans, dropping her head back on the sofa, relaxing and enjoying Silco's undivided attention. "Yeah, lick it all up, baby".
The tiny little moan that escapes Silco's throat will forever echo in Sevika's memory.
Warmth and pleasure expanding in waves inside of her, she sinks her fingers in Silco's hair and forces him closer against her, almost suffocating him with her pussy while she moves her hips freely against his face. Silco lets himself be used as she wishes, and soon Sevika is close to her orgasm.
"Fuck" she mumbles again, suddenly closing her hand around Silco's neck and forcebly dragging him up to a bent stand, growing impatient. "Is your cock hard enough so you can fuck me with it?"
Silco trembles. His erection twitches.
"Yes" his voice wavers with the excitement.
He wasn't sure if she'd allowed him the pleasure of slipping inside of her today.
"Yes, what" she barks, squeezing her fingers around his neck, applying warning pressure.
Silco's breathing turns heavier. A drop of precum runs down the head of his dick. Their eyes lock.
"Yes, mam" he whispers back.
Sevika's grin is almost contagious.
She nods, and Silco is granted permision to push it in.
They both sigh simultaneously.
"Can I?" He asks, voice almost meek now, all traces of the dangerous, crime boss gone.
"You know better than to leave questions at half" she answers, squeezing her walls around him.
Silco's hips falter.
"Can I move now?" Sevika stares. Silco surrenders. "Please?"
Sevika sighs, relaxing again. She drops her hand from Silco's neck.
"Yeah. Fuck me rough and deep, slut".
It's all a sucession of pants and moans and whines from there. Sevika tugs his hair, plays with his throat, sticks her fingers inside his mouth so he has nothing to do but to choke on them while his hips chase hers. Silco is like her own little robot, her personal pleasure slave. She uses him for minutes that feel like hours, aware that he's been holding himself back as for not to cum.
He told her he wasn't in the mood for edging; but she's not letting him finish until he asks for it.
"I-I can't..." he mumbles, drown in pleasure.
"Ask for it" she snaps.
She's close too. She's just as needy and impatient. She's about to explode.
Silco's eyebrow furrors with the effort.
"Please can I cum? Inside of you, please?"
Silco's words sound so sweet and submissive there and then, and his cock drags just right against her walls, fucking her in deep, powerfull moves that feels fucking glorious. His pale skin is flushed, thin lips parted and blue eye hooded; hands still tied behind his back. He looks like her toy, her plaything. With that thought, Sevika cums.
"F-fuck!"
The wave of the orgasm makes the woman clench like a vice around Silco's cock, and then, a few seconds after, drop dead like a ragdoll. Silco makes a keen noise, eyes shutting close, thighs trembling while he fucks her through it. He doesn't think he'll be able to stop himself if he keeps going; but he will not rest unless she explicitly tells him to.
Thankfully, Sevika takes his needs in interest. His moods, his limits with each new face of the day. And she, for once, is simply mercifull.
"Cum" she whispers, breath panting while she recovers from her high.
And like magic, Silco shudders, moans, and cums. He slumps forward, face-first into Sevika's warm, strong heavy chest. The stress dissolves and the voices quietens inside his head.
He barely registers the womans fingers fiddling with the knot of his confinement until he finds his hands free.
THE END.
