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a-gal-with-taste · 2 years

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Second the Motion (NSFW)

Summary: As the newest chem-baroness, it's your job to look out for the well being of your city-district. You might still be a new player on the second-highest playground in the undercity hierarchy, but you hold firm and unwavering in the decisions you make at the table.

Silco, desiring to see progress with a stubborn baroness like you, decides to try his hardest to make you waver.

Silco X F!Reader

Wordcount: 2.2k

Warnings: 18+/Minors DNI. Language, porn with plot, tension, rough sex, hair-pulling, handjob, spit as lube, P in V sex, table-sex, power-dynamics/switch v. switch, unorthodox Zaunite politics, the things Silco does to keep the peace in his court

Note: Promise the next smut will be shorter, but I gotta treat myself to that good couples/fuck-buddies banter, sue me. Also shoutout to @chickenparm for the title inspo 🐓🧀

"Dismissed."

There are less than half-a-dozen, larger-than-life egos in this room. Men, women, humans and hybrids all who have clawed their way to the top of the pile with the bloodiest of hands, due to having the strongest wills, and stomachs, for this line of work.

But the moment he tells them to get lost, the room doesn't seem to empty fast enough. Taking your sweet time, you slip out your chair only after the golden-jawed brat storms off to the elevator with a new, even pettier grudge under his belt, pulling your coat tight around you as you nudge your chair back against the table.

You hear the elevator ding close, and look up, impassively raising your brows when you see it's just you, and the one man who can claim to be higher above you in position, alone in this meeting-hall now.

"Bit dangerous to walk around without your guard-dog, Silco, especially after the tongue-thrashing you gave Finn." A lazy shrug as the man raps his knuckles on polished marble, remaining seated at the head of the table as you casually glance around the meeting hall, noting the total-vacancy besides the two of you.

"I trust that doesn't mean you've done the discourtnesy of bringing weapons to this sacred meeting place, Madam. We agreed this was hardly a proper place to spill blood... and besides that, it's quite tedious to mop from the marble." You resist the urge to snort. Officially, weapons were unallowed in the Baron-Hall. Unofficially, the ring on your third finger had a poison spike that emerged when clenching your fist just-right, and you knew every single person had a weapon of similar discretion.

"I am not trying to threaten you, Silco. Just pointing out you've put yourself into a... very rare situation, without Sevika to shield you." Humming, the man flicked the top paper from his small stack before him. Raising his fist to his mouth, he mumbles just loudly enough to be heard around his knuckles. "Many rare situations today, apparently. Wasn't aware you could bite back, until that stunt you pulled."

"Smeech can bite me, his border proposal is bullshit." You said frankly, watching that natural-brow quirk even as the man didn't look up from his paper, carelessly swiping one aside to reveal a new page to study. "My predecessor worked with those businesses on the eastern block for decades, they won't forgive me if I sell them off in my first year."

You continued when the Eye only hummed off-handedly in reply, "I already have enough targets on my back now. I don't need my own people too."

"You're a fool if you don't think the targets aren't coming from those at your back already."

"No, I'm fully aware of my new traitors and backstabbers. But I don't need to add more to my list."

A languishing sigh, before Silco thumbed the paper back into a non-organized, but neat stack, standing as he tossed them a couple feet away. Spreading his hands on the thin, fortified-glass tabletop, he nodded to the full-sized map beneath the smudge-free surface. "Right... what can you give up, then?"

You hummed, trailing your fingers along the side of the table as you walked down closer to his end. Skipping your fingers to walk along the edges on the curved, metal backs of chairs, you came to a spot near your sector, and smoothly reached over to drag the tip of your index on the map. "That."

Neither of you looked up at each other. You sensed his expression was still unimpressed. "You just outlined your current border."

"Silly me, I guess I did... I suppose that means I can't give up anything at the moment. Pity."

A deep sigh, and he taps the border again with blunt nails, pulling back to walk along closer to your side. The rich, spiced smoke scent grew in the air at his approach, battling the botanical undertones in the air. "Let's try this again..." He paused, then you felt fingers brush up close to your face.

You didn't dare pull back, a sudden prickle at your spine at his closeness, but it smoothed into... something else altogether, as he merely hooked his fingers on your hair and gently smoothed it back into place behind your ear, before bracing a hand on the table. Half leaned over it, with his body facing you as he ran his gaze over your outlined sector.

"What can you give up? Surely your monthly revenue doesn't rely so heavily on your red-district, you could spare some brothals." You took a moment to respond, keeping your voice smooth, conversational, even as your senses were invaded with the smell of spice, smoke and the faint hint of seasalt. "... personal attachments there. I doubt Smeech would find a use for them anyways." There's a pregnant pause, and you can't hide the shudder of horror, "Someone is paid to fuck that...?"

"Mouthy one, aren't you?" The layered bemusement curls the scarred-side of Silco's face. "Entire city hinging on a single word out of your mouth, but you seem to find yourself saying anything but."

"I'd agree to it, if I got something to sweeten the deal," You retorted, stretching over the table to circle the ragged northern spike along the upper-eastern district. "I would, maybe, part with some of the older mines. They produce some commodities, communities would... perfer a change in leadership..." Commentary trailed off as you felt the hair on the back of your neck prickle. The slow trail of fingers up along the curve of your spine didn't stop, as Silco hummed at the thought.

"Doable," He decided, repeating after a moment of thought as fingers grazed the hairs at the back of your neck. "Doable, but I doubt you'd shell those out free of charge. What do you want brought to the table?"

Lips moisten as you flick your tongue over them. You feel a heated glance on the lower-half of your face as you murmur haughtily, "Nothing Smeech can offer. He's lucky I didn't nick an ear for that stunt with the shipment transportation two weeks ago. I would trust a rat over anything he'd offer." The rough pads of fingers smoothed at the skin just above your collar-line, as the unofficial King hummed in thought beside you, "Pity. We seem to be at an impasse."

A nod, as those fingers creep up further. The smoky tang in your nose getting stronger. "A true deadlock."

"A stalemate..." The attempt at a careless sigh ends in a hushed murmur, as his hand slowly reaches back onto the table to push his stack of papers aside. Your eyes flick over, catching the hooded and burning one watching you closely, as he slowly curls his fingertips to brush along your scalp. "Nothing I could... offer, in order to break it?"

You turn your face to meet his. Heated gaze to half-heated, half molten, you offer a cruel twist of your smirking lips as you murmured lowly, "You could give me your best."

Pain zaps through your scalp as the gentle fingers turn clawing in your hair, dragging your head over for your already moaning lips to crash against his, teeth clacking in the violent altercation of your mouths.

Thank Janna. He's just as tired as waiting as you are.

As he growls into your mouth, melding tongues vibrating from the force while a hand comes up to give a bruising grip to his neck as you cling to him, all you could think was how you'd been dancing around each other for months. Ever since you rose up the ranks, the subtle glances, the slow circling, the short, shared words the couple times you'd shared an elevator down together...

The mutual hunger was mutual it seemed, and it was clear in the way you were all but devouring his mouth, chest heaving as he yanks your hair, mouth removed from his with a loud, wet smack. "Up."

The order was met with a scoff from you, then a strangled gasp from him as you reached between the two of you, lightly smacking a cupped hand against a growing bulge. "Don't you want to get a taste of what I bring to the table?" You breathed against him, digits flying to unhook buttons and hook on the hem.

He did the rest of the work for you, and soon groaned as he grips your head tightly, pulling your head back to begin marking up your neck as you swipe a thumb over his already leaking tip, smearing wetness.

The thrust Silco gave to that was cut prematurely as you raised your hand, the feral growl he gave you as he pulled back to glare sending sparks straight down your spine. You merely smiled, meeting his human and hellish-mixed gaze unflinching as you raised your hand, spitting out into your palm, and slipping the hand back down between you. The snarl melted into a dark purr as your fingers curled around him, shifting the slip of skin to grind the pad of your thumb on his exposed sensitivity, beginning to jerk him in earnest as you felt a shudder run though him as his teeth bit harshly along your collarbone.

You let out a chuckle at his frantic thrusts against your movements, openly laughing when you remove your hand as his hips get more feralized. "Ah ah," You murmured, reaching up to grip his own short, smoothed-back dark hair, causing a breath to go short and a fiery green eye to become a slit as you tug. "I'm just showing what I can offer, Silco. You haven't shown me what you are bringing to the table."

That eye snaps open, the glow of red already honed in on you, and a devlish smirk appears on his lips as he hooked your hands under your thighs, and lifts.

You're going to be sore, aching and living in a body that will regret this, but all you can do is gasp and writh in anticipation as your leader of Zaun all but rips your soaked, underthings down letting out a low chuckle at your throbbing wetness. Then he climbs up with a knee beside each thigh, coat tugged off as he braces a hand beside your head, other guiding his own pulsating erection through your dripping folds.

You reach up to yank at that gold-lined vest, yanking him down atop you as he guides himself in, another bruising kiss added to your lips. A canine bites down particularly harsh on the soft lower skin of your lip, causing you to gasp as he pushes in full-hilt.

He gives you the mercy of a second to get used to the sensation, then is soon cruel with his quickening thrusts deep into your sopping, wet cunt.

The sounds are bouncing through the Baron-Hall, the dim green lighting from the botanical decor and the high-arching glass domes making it seem otherworldly as stars begin to flash behind your eyes, with every sharp, concise snap of his hips.

You're halfway to peaking when you remember this is still a negotiation. And you'd like to get a sweet deal.

"... f-... free drinks at Last Drop. E-expect my, fuck... own booth!"

Silco grunts as your legs lock at the ankles at the small of his back. "Gggah... once a week, e-expect you there... on time." His snarl is paused as he tugs your head back by the hair, a dull thunk from the table beneath you as he returns to nipping and lapping at your neck. "Use that, fuck... mouth for better uses..."

Geoaning just as the thought as he suckles a particularly dark mark just below your jawline, "Deal." Then your back arches as you cry out, his swearing moans soon to join you as the quick slides of his cock between your pulsating, clenching core become erratic.

Hand curls into a fist in your hair, heat generating from your bodies steaming the glass-top table beneath you. The steam hides the map of Zaun from view as it's King finally pulls himself from you. Catching heaving breath after another as he leans hard against the table.

As the twin gasping begins to come to a slow, you crack open your eyes again lifting your head to peer at him, watching as he sweeps a hand over his hair before taking out a handkerchief to clean himself. A glance to your eyes for confirmation before he takes a second to gently clean around your entrance, mixed with your juices. You shudder along with his touches, sometime teasing before he carelessly drops the soiled squares of fabric for the custodials to worry about.

Then a groan as you lift yourself off the table, already feeling your back cursing you. You are a bit surprised as a hand glides into yours to helpfully leading you off the table, half-working to smooth back own tousled dark hair, and half-helping you straighten your clothes, covering up the evidence.

Not all of it, of course. There's a faint, but very proud smirk as he thumbs the dark hickie staining the skin beneath your jaw, before you hand him his gloves to shuffle back on. "I think this was a rather productive negotiation session, Madam. A little crude and messy than most, but one I throughly enjoy... and look forward to another in the future?"

The slight question has you smirking. "I do recall there was something in the fine print about free drinks at your establishment... perhaps we could start there?" You slip your hand up, walking your fingers along his shoulder up to the remaining stands of ragged hair, smoothing them in place before giving the ends a small tug. "... then talk about those better uses for my mouth, hmm?"

Silco's smirk is nothing short than that of a businessman, with all the promise of a very, very mutually beneficial relationship in the future.

"I second that."

#if you think silco wouldnt 100% get off on the powertrip that comes from fucking on a map of his kingdom #you are LYING #arcane #silco #arcane silco #silco x reader #minors dni #18+ only

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