Fisherrr
Content: Silky x Fem! Reader
Warning: 18+ minors dni, p in v, irl stream, dirty talk
Wc: 1k+
The energy in the Core house was pure chaos—neon LEDs bleeding into the walls, the constant roar of shouting gamers, and the smell of expensive cologne and energy drinks. You were just tagging along with your friend, leaning back against an oversized sofa. As you shifted, the fabric of your leggings strained, stretching tight over the wide, soft curve of your hips. Your thighs pressed firmly together, spilling over the edges of the cushion, and every time you laughed, the soft swell of your stomach pushed against the hem of your cropped tee, creating a silhouette that had half the room distracted.
You weren't trying to be the center of attention, but you carried yourself with a natural, feminine grace, your long lashes fluttering as you whispered a joke to your friend.
That’s when Silky locked eyes with you. He was a taller man, ink crawling up his neck and had diamond grills that flashed every time he smirked. He didn't just look at you; he studied you, his gaze lingering on the way your curves filled out that sofa.
"Wait, hold up," Silky said, stepping into your space, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble. "You from the towns? Allat energy loud as fuck."
You tilted your head, giving him a sassy lil side-eye glance, a small, cute smile playing on your lips. "Brooklyn born and raised, baby. Don't let cute face fool you; I'm really from the trenches."
Silky let out a low chuckle, his eyes darkening. "I see you. You got that vibe. I'm from the towns too, so I know exactly what I'm lookin' at."
Nearby, another streamer was leaning back, his clip-on mic practically touching his lips as he whispered to his chat, "Chat, y'all see that thick shyit right there? On god, she bad as hell. Look at the hips on her."
You didn't even give him a glance. You were too busy feeling the heat radiating off Silky. The tension between you two was a slow burn. Every time your eyes met, it felt like a conversation without words. He’d lean in just a bit too close, the scent of his cologne mixing with the energy in the room, his gaze dropping to your lips and then back up.
By the time the stream ended and the house began to quiet down, the tension had reached a breaking point. You were heading toward the door when Silky caught your wrist, his grip firm but gentle.
"You really leavin' already?" he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. "I ain't even get to know you properly."
You arched a brow, playing it cool despite the way your heart was hammering against your ribs. "And how you plan on doin' that, Pa?"
He didn't answer with words. He just led you back toward one of the massive bedrooms, the door clicking shut behind you, sealing out the rest of the world.
The pace slowed down. He didn't rush. He backed you up against the edge of the bed, his large hands sliding down to grip your waist. His fingers sank deep into the plush, soft flesh of your hips, squeezing the fullness of you. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear.
"You so fucking fine," he groaned. "I been on your body since you walked in the door."
He pressed you back onto the mattress, your body sinking deep into the memory foam. He stripped you slowly, his eyes devouring every inch of your skin, admiring the way your breasts spilled over and the soft, inviting curve of your belly. He slid down, parting your legs wide, his hands kneading your thick thighs.
When he dove between them, you gasped, your fingers digging into the sheets. The first touch of his tongue was electric, but then you felt the cold, hard press of his diamond grills against your clit. The contrast was insane: the texture of diamonds on the grills against your warm pussy, followed by the wet, hot slide of his tongue.
"Fuck, Silky!" you cried out, your back arching, your heavy breasts bouncing with every shudder. He was eating you out with a hunger that felt desperate, his tongue swirling and probing while the grills scraped lightly against you, driving you absolutely wild.
He didn't let you recover. He stood up, stripping quickly to reveal a thick, heavy dick that looked like it belonged in a movie. He flipped you over, pushing your face into the pillows and hoisting your wide ass up in the air, the view making him groan.
He entered you in one heavy, seamless thrust, a loud slap echoing through the room as his pelvis collided with your plush cheeks.
"Yeah, take allat, ma," he groaned, his voice dripping with grit. "You so fucking thick, I can't even get all the way in. You tight as hell."
He started hammering into you, deep, rhythmic backshots that made the whole bed shake. You were gasping, your voice strained as he hit your cervix with every plunge. The intensity was overwhelming; he was treating you like a meal, relentless and powerful.
"Pa! Wait—'s too much!" you screamed into the pillow, your voice cracking. "Take some out, Pa! Why you fucking me like this?!"
Silky didn't slow down; if anything, he gripped your hips tighter, his fingers leaving marks on your skin as he drove his dick deeper, claiming every inch of you. "Shut up and take it. I told you I wanted this. You mine right now, you hear me?"
"I can't take it, Pa! Please!" you wailed, trying to crawl forward, trying to escape the sheer force of him.
He reached forward, grabbing your hair gently but firmly to pull your head back, forcing you to look at him over your shoulder. "You ain't goin' nowhere. Just ride it out, baby. I'm bout to blow."
He let out a loud groan, his pace becoming frantic, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room. With one final, deep plunge, he groaned your name, filling you up with a hot, pulsing load that left you shaking and breathless, completely spent under the weight of him.