Tween Daughter Moments

tween daughter moments

Just This Once

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Silco x GN!Reader

Summary: Stressed Silco, the King of Zaun asks if you'd sleep with him. Only for the night, as he says.

Warnings: Smut, Power dynamic, Cigar Use

Minors do not interact!

Stepping up the wooden stairs, trying not to slip on the simmer that covered them, surprised no one had licked it up earlier when the bar was open. Towel thrown over your shoulder seconds ago finished polishing the many glasses that were set under the bar's countertop.

Keys rattling in your hand, knocking on Silco's office door, opening the door when hearing his invite. Scanning over the king of Zaun, sitting in his chair. Head in his hands, slowly sitting back up with a hand gliding over his hair, putting each strain back in place.

“Finished closing up,” you say, walking over to the desk, placing the keys atop it. Not bothering to look at your boss’s two-toned eyes that held a piercing stare while turning to exit.

“Before you go,” he says, interrupting your exit. Facing the drug lord, trying to find anything that you have done wrong in your head.

Watching as he sets his elbows atop the desk, leaning in before motioning to the couch. Carefully sitting down, keeping your eyes on him, as did he with you, though his stare being one of interest.

“I have something to ask of you,” he starts, having your full attention.

“I’ll only ask you to do this once if you agree,” he continues, causing your nerves to rise by the second. Seeing how fear wore you, a small smirk dawned on his face before furthering his ask.

“I’ve been stressed these past few days and need a release. I'm asking if you'd be willing to help me release that stress.” He spoke so smoothly, yet still, you sat confused, brows furrowing as you tried to find clarification.

“Are you asking me to massage your shoulders or…?” Your confused ask makes Silco chuckle.

“I’m asking if you’d let me fuck you.” His blunt words buzzed in your mind, his face showing no sign that this was a joke. Swallowing back your fear and jokes, needing to feel this out.

“What do I get out of it?” You ask, making the man pause, making him look off to the side to think, allowing you to scan his features a bit more. Defining him in your mind, how his lips pursed when thinking, and how his hair was quick to fall apart, making his arm sore from the habit of smoothing it back over.

“What do I have to do?” You ask, breaking the air’s silence and pulling the man from his thoughts, “Do I just have to blow you?” Your words filled with anxiousness, refusing to wait any further in the office, especially with this ask lingering in the air.

Instead of answering you, he holds out his hand, inviting you over. Taking it, he guides you to lean against his desk. Looking down at the dangerous man, his gentle touch contrasts with his sharp stare that travels up and down your body quickly before speaking once again.

"I'm not here to ask you for something so simple," he says, glancing down at your body once again, giving you the hint your mouth nor hand were what he sought from you.

"Closing shifts only and a pay raise. Those are my conditions," you state. Needing more pay and only wanting closing shifts to not have to deal with the bar during its golden hours and the heavy smell of simmer. Though this wasn't the only thing in it for you, as the king of Zaun wasn't bad-looking, and his intimidation not only made you squirm in fear but made something much deeper in your pool.

Watching as Silco smiles, leaning in, hand still holding yours, giving him the power to yank you close, lips inches away from each other. "Conditions accepted," he whispers before smashing his lips into yours.

Forced to lean back as he stands up, hands now gripped onto your thighs, squeezing roughly. Before you could touch a single strain of his hair, Silco pulled away, staring down at you hungrily before once again yanking you.

Following his lead off the desk and into a door that connects to his office to a room filled with bookcases that lined the walls of the dark room with a bed in the middle of it.

“Strip,” Silco orders, still catching his breath. Doing as he says, adrenaline pounding in your ears. Standing in front of Silco, bare and stiff as he looked over you, excited by the sight of the outline on his pants that grew bolder by the second.

Pushing you down with one nudge, landing on the thin bedsheets that smelled less of cigars and more of strong hair products and cologne. Breathing it all in quietly while watching the show of him unbuttoning his vest, then shirt, and pants with every clank of his belt, making the reality of your agreement more real.

Finally, being just as bare as you, he slowly climbs on top of you, legs in between yours, making sure they stay open. Sparsely trailing kisses along your chest, then touching back down roughly on your lips. One hand supported his body hovering over you while the other raised your thigh, allowing his cock to teasingly slide against you.

Silco's hums of enjoyment fight against your huffed whines; once again, just as the enjoyment starts to peak, Silco pulls away, leaving you with an emptiness as your nerves rattled for more.

"I was ready to hand you over anything you wanted when you agreed." He says, out of breath. "You should have asked for more." He continues to tease you.

"Get on all fours," he orders, following his orders once again, this time with a drunken need for him. Watching from the corner of your eye as he quickly grabs a cigar from the nightstand, the flicker of the lighter makes your breath hitch.

Quickly looking away, feeling as the bed behind you dips with the smell of his cigar taking over the air, you started to gasp as Silco entered you. Pushing through your wet walls, leaving no time for them to adjust, with a free hand, he pushes your shoulders down, leaving your face to be pressed against the thin sheets.

Silco's nails dig into your shoulder as his thighs slap against your ass, echoing off the walls, harmonizing along with your eruptive moans. Looking up at Silco through watered eyes, watching as his head tilts back, biting down on his cigar, breathing the thick smoke.

Fighting off the discomfort of his cock having made its home in you so quickly, needing to feel the pleasure of your boss's cock quickly as his lasting time was unknown to you.

Taking notice of your stare, he pulls the cigar from his mouth, leaning in as he hovers it over your mouth, inviting you to hold onto it for him. Accepting the offer, allowing him to use both hands to hold your hips in place, supporting his rougher thrusts.

Hearing Silco's moans almost out-beating yours as you tried not to cough from the light intakes of his cigar. A flood of curses sounded from behind you as his thrusts became clumsy yet deep, carving deep within you as his hips buckled, though still slamming against you, needing to watch your ass pounce against his thighs.

Finishing his climax, pulling out of you with a shaky sigh. Watching with watered eyes and tears-stained cheeks as he moved off the bed while picking the cigar from your mouth. Grabbing a blanket from off a chair that sat next to the nightstand, shaking it to unravel it before throwing it over your worn body.

"I'll have Sevika walk you home," he says, walking off out of view, leaving only the sound of the door to alert you to his exit. Whether to walk the city or to sit at his desk to finish off his cigar, it didn't matter as sleep quickly overtook you.

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