#mastrubating

Rules were meant to be broken. At least that’s how Silco felt when it came to your rules. He enjoyed your cat and mouse, taking full advantage of the obvious attraction, dangling temptation ever so close. Pressing his luck.

You were resolute, however. Something that impressed him as much as it frustrated him. You were infuriatingly disciplined but also beautiful, clever, intelligent, charismatic, and an undeniable tease. Silco had never met anyone like you.

Being a tease was central to your business but the way you wielded that power offstage had wormed its way into his mind making for a delicious distraction. During the day he forced those thoughts from his mind, but at night he let them have a little more leeway. Occasionally he even let himself enjoy them.

Imagining the two of you playing your little game until the temptation became too much to bear. 

Imagining breaking the rules you clung to so desperately. 

Imagining you loving every moment of it. 

Thoroughly ruining you. 

Silco had spent more nights than he would ever admit thinking of all the ways he’d break you and put you back together again. Reducing you to nothing more than a sobbing, pleading mess beneath his touch. 

There was no denying the effect you had on him on those nights. But more dangerous still was the lingering fondness and soft sentiment that persisted into the light of day. What had begun as seductive tet a tet had bloomed into something more. A secret that Silco would take with him to the grave rather than having to acknowledge such weakness aloud. As much as he fought it, he was fully enchanted by you. Just like the rest of Piltover. 

He had kept himself entertained with dalliances over the years but never anything quite like this. Never anyone he was truly curious about. Never a true equal. And that’s how he liked it. It kept things simple and let him focus fully on the Cause. Silco shook his head at the irony. It had never been a ‘rule’ per say, but it was another thing you shared. And it certainly didn’t tame his desire to see you break.

Silco leaned his back against the brick of your apartment building with a dull thud, a perfect expression of his frustration, desire, and exasperation at the whole situation. A fire that he tended to, all too happy to keep lit-- if for nothing else just to watch it burn. He fumbled in his coat pockets for a cigarette muttering awed curses. 

You were more than he could have ever dreamed of. You were perfect. The perfect partner for a Kingpin. A showstopper. 

He tried to dismiss such thoughts with the light of his cigarette and return to fantasies of having you bent over the edge of the stage at your own club. Or over the bar with its glittering glass bottles clinking with every thrust. Or perhaps one of the tables in those velvet lined booths. Or the railing of your own balcony with that breathtaking view of the bridge.

Silco’s bicolored eyes traced the lines of cracked mortar up several stories until they met the ledge of that balcony. He knew exactly which one was yours. The view would be beautiful from there, but nearly as beautiful as the sight of you beneath him. The railing pressing into you as you arched your back giving him more access to your dripping heat. His long fingers gripping the generous swell of those hips to near bruising, anchoring you against his powerful measured thrusts that reverberated through the metal of the railing. 

There was a lavish pleasure to his hum as he eyed that balcony over the bright burning cherry of his cigarette.

Since your initial meeting Silco had kept a close eye on you. Where you went, what you were up to, and with whom. Perhaps it was overstepping but he was curious after all. Curious about who the hell you actually were. Who had he invited into the Undercity when he sold Remy those buildings. Curious about you.

Having you tailed was easy for Silco to dismiss as protecting his investment, even though a part of him knew better. Protection was certainly part of the motivation but he was surprised by how little you needed. Once the Club had opened it only took Silco’s men one or two times to get the message across that you weren't to be touched. Of course they got that message across by shattering one man’s face, another’s leg but you would never have to know that. The part that surprised Silco the most was how much the Undercity had embraced you. Maybe it was because you never charged any of them admission to the club, while being all too happy to charge the Pilites double. Maybe it was the attention you gave them during every performance. Most of the Underground was used to being looked over in favor of the pristine wealth that they could never touch. But you didn’t bat an eye at that. You’d spend just as much time with those from the Undercity as those from the shining buildings of the upper city, without a second thought of what it could be costing you. Regardless of the reason, The Undercity adored you. It became obvious in the following weeks that there was no need for Silco to have you followed for your own protection but he still hadn’t called them off. He liked to know where you went, who you talked to. What you were up to. 

Which is why it was a relief to learn that the Kanes were merely fans you were fond of. That he could handle. But the way he had heard Nox talking about you--

Silco took a deep drag of his cigarette. A distraction. Looking up at the night sky from the brick alley of your apartment building, he was surprised by how many stars were visible tonight. The fog and glow of Undercity blocked all such views from the Lanes. But here, there was a serene sensation of being outside time forged by the quiet, the neighboring empty buildings, the broken street lights and the darkness they afforded. This was something Silco had encountered many times on one of his strolls through the Undercity but this was different. For reasons he didn’t want to think about. It was time to go, to walk. 

A flash of your face looking over your shoulder at him, racked with ecstasy as he took you from behind, the glint of the lights of the bridge, of Piltover in the distance, a fleeting image in his mind.

Enough. It was time to go, to walk. 

The Piltover Bridge held both good and bad memories for Silco, but it was the view that kept him returning to the place he should despise. He liked the way it looked over the Undercity and the roiling dark waters that divided it from the pristine shore and streets of its counterpart. It also provided a perfect reminder of the juxtaposition of those who had everything, those who had nothing, and the darkness in between. The gold and the gutter. The Cause.

That’s what needed his attention now. Not you. You got plenty of attention from others, even if you expressed disinterest in it. Even if you had expressed interest, excitement at the idea of having him around. He wanted to hate you for being such a distraction, but he didn’t. He found you too amusing. Too alluring. A puzzle for him to crack. A challenge.

But he did his best to turn such thoughts into something more productive. If they were going to take up space in his mind, he might as well enjoy them, a thought he mulled over as he made his way towards the bridge. 

He could have had you tonight, right there in the alleyway. He had felt your resistance slipping, that resolve failing. It was in your eyes, more and more they had become deep pools of want. You looked tormented by it. And oh, how he would release you, he thought as the sounds of his footsteps echoed into the empty night. How you would beg for it.

In the dust of the alleyway. In the stairwell of your apartment. Against your door. On your counters. Each image of you beneath him, willing, pliable, better than the one before.

Your hands in his hair. His teeth trailing down your neck. Strong fingers tugging instantly at your clothes until you were fully exposed, unable to hide your want any longer. 

His lips on yours. Your legs spread on his desk. In his bedroom. In his bed moving in unison to the soft sounds of sighs you shared. A secret that only you knew the significance of. A breath you shared in your undeniable pull towards one another. The sway you held over each other.

No. 

Silco snapped his attention back to Bridge and its stagnant lights above him. The rush of water in the silence. He willed it to drown those thoughts out. The thoughts that were too close and too deep, like a lethal wound. A danger in your softness and the softness it inspired within him.

That wouldn’t do. 

Too soft. Too…

Images of you dissolving into desperate puddles of desire, however, helped return the control Silco required for your dance. That’s as far as he could let himself indulge in you. The rest…the rest would have to be chased off with desire and impending release. A nagging demand that must be answered to tonight if there was any hope of refocusing his attention back to his work.

Silco sighed and took the last drag of his cigarette before stomping it out on white stone of the bridge. He did his best to drag the ash out with his boot leaving a dirty gray mark for the Pilities to clean up. At least he had accomplished that much by coming to the bridge tonight. Not what he had hoped to but seeing as thoughts of you wouldn’t be banished without some attention, it would have to do. 

Silco did his best to keep such thoughts at bay until he was back in his office with the door locked behind him. The stiffness that remained from earlier caused enough problems already. He dropped into his chair with relief. It had been a long night. His work newly abandoned for the evening, he could let himself relax. He didn’t have to fend off those too enticing thoughts. He could finally enjoy them. A danger still, but a danger and delight.

Perhaps that’s why the Undercity had embraced you so readily. They saw in you what was in each of them. That sharp glint in your eye that could only mean one thing. Danger. And a true sign that you belonged. You were one of us. 

The danger certainly was real but nothing in the Lanes came without danger. In fact, that might be the most enticing part of both. A chuckle rumbled through Silco’s chest at the musing as he shed his vest and began work on his tie. 

He imagined your hands pulling the fabric instead, slow, delicate, intentional. The heat burning behind your eyes, overpowering all of that previous resistance. Forcing yourself into slow movements to suppress your own desperation and keep from losing control completely. But it wouldn’t be long now. Not with that pained look on those lovely features that gave away how you ached for him. He would not deny you. But he would take his time with you. Enjoy every small sound he could pull from you until that desperation overcame you and left you begging for his permission to cum. 

Silco hummed in satisfaction at the image in his mind, his pants now constricting painfully at the thought. Just what did you wear under those glimmering dresses? Elaborate lingerie of decadent lace? Or perhaps that was just for stage. Perhaps, when you thought no one else was looking, you wore nothing under those dresses at all. Silco enjoyed that thought the most. 

The wonder he would feel when he unzipped that gown to reveal you, completely exposed to him. His hands trailing lightly over the outline of your curves, finding purchase on your waist. He’d lift you against him and carry you to his desk where he could truly admire you. Naked in nothing but your diamond jewelry, basking in the green light spilling in from the window, making his desk look like a throne you sat atop of. He would drink you in with his eyes first, then his lips. Your delicate neck and collar bone, supple breasts, the curve of your waist giving into those divine hips and generous thighs. He would worship each with his lips before indulging himself in you. His hands would cup and knead at those perfect breasts, long fingers circling and pinching your erect nipples to the encouragement of your wanton sighs. An attention he would follow with his lips, licking your nipple in a teasing temptation before sucking and nipping at the sensitive area usually hidden behind the shine of crystal pasties. 

But not tonight. Tonight you had fully given yourself over to him and he would make it worth your while. You arched into his touch as he moved to lavish your other breast with the same attention drawing a moan from those beautiful lips. Large hands came to rest on your waist and you indulged in every touch he gave you, lost to your own pleasure. His hands encompassed you, making you seem small beneath him. A thought he had never entertained, as his hands found your legs lifting them onto the desk as his mouth began to work down your stomach, your hips. You whined in impatient anticipation. Lower and lower, taking his sweet time, he intended to draw out each of those sweet sounds. 

He splayed his hand across your chest and you followed the simple command, laying back on your elbows in one fluid motion granting him access to your dripping sex. It was hard not to stare, such a perfect image of want; the wetness that covered the inside of your spread thighs, that pretty little cunt, the rise and fall of your perfect breasts with each pleading pant, the look of desperation that was painted on your face, as though it might consume you, teeth sinking into your lower lip. Most men would have come undone at this sight alone. But he wasn’t done with you. Not by a long shot.

His breath tickled warmth across your sex and he heard your gasp from above him. He chuckled, sending more breath into your folds.

“So sensitive.” His voice, gentle and teasing. 

A lascivious whine was your only reply, fingers now digging into the desk in your desperation. How he loved seeing you like this. All bravado and armor gone, naked in more ways than one. 

“You look terribly touch-starved, darling. When was the last time someone touched you?”

You couldn’t answer, couldn’t speak, just let your head fall back against the desk with a desperate whine. If only you could see the sadistic smile that pulled from those scarred lips. He extended a long finger and lightly traced the exterior of your folds, causing your body to go taught like electricity jolting through you, back arching off the table in a silent plea for contact. 

“So eager”, Silco chided, pressing a hand to your pelvis encouraging you to melt into the desk, into his touch.

Fingers continued their exploration circling the outside of you, not giving you the satisfaction of anything more.

“I’m willing to bet no one’s touched you since you arrived in the undercity.” A finger ghosted over your wetness and he could see the way you fought from squirming on his desk.

“Am I right?” He asked innocently as he lightly ran a finger from base to clit. You let out a loud cry that arched your back off the table again. If there was anyone left in the Last Drop, it would be no secret what you were doing behind the locked door of his office. For that reason alone he wished he’d left it unlocked. Let them see. 

“Tsk tsk, I don’t believe that’s an answer” he said as he repeated the movement. This time the sound that left you was a moan so full of desire it broke Silco’s concentration, as he watched the sound draw you up, propped on elbows panting and looking at him, eyes wide with your silent plea. You nodded your head fiercely. 

“Words, darling. Use your words.” He returned to tracing his fingers languidly on your lips. You blushed at his gentle reprimand as your brows pinched in frustration. Your desperation was becoming unbearable.

“Yes! It’s been so long! You’re the only one in this city that--Ah!” your words cut off by the press of his middle finger to your clit. Such a needy thing. Such a delight to play with.

You stayed propped up on your elbows panting, eyes locked on his, desperate for more.

“You’re the only one I’ve let touch me in a long time” your voice was barely above a whisper.

That was exactly what he wanted to hear. The fire behind his eyes lit in response. 

“Good girl” he cooed, giving into you just a bit. Stroking your cunt in long unhurried movements. You let a soft moan of relief escape as your head rolled back on to the desk again, indulging yourself fully in the pleasure he was giving. 

“I’m honored.” His digits now coated in your arousal pressed into your core and you gave a blissful shuttered breath in response to the finger he’d plunged inside you. One he removed nearly completely before driving it back into your warmth, working you, pumping you.

You’d always been beautiful. Too beautiful. But this, watching your longing movements wracked with ecstasy as that soft smile lingered on your lips--it was unlike anything he had ever seen. It was enough to make--

No. His eyes squeezed shut driving the thought from his mind. All was still for a moment in the silence. A focusing breath. Then the pleasure returned.

He forced a sharp exhale and a second finger in along with the first, giving you no time to prepare or adjust. A sharp gasp burst from your lips causing you to sit up a little further, only to be met with that wicked smile of his, the pain increasing the pleasure. You couldn’t help the urge to move your hips along with his touch and he knew it. 

Such a pretty sight, he thought, lowering his head again to your core. Watching you as your brows furrowed with anticipation at where he was heading. He could hear the sound of fingernails on wood as he got closer and closer to that wetness. He removed his fingers and you whined from the loss of contact. He nearly chuckled at such neediness, but instead he took pride in licking a long slow stripe to your folds from back to front that had you crying out. Every muscle tensed in your body as you whined for him to do it again. He obliged, leaving you panting. By the third time you had fallen back on the desk in ecstasy. 

So responsive to his every touch. You were perfect. He repeated the motion again, this time circling your clit with his tongue when he reached the top. The moan you let out was unlike anything he’d ever heard and made the strain in his pants almost unbearable. He had to have you. But not yet. Just a little longer like this. Tasting you, feeling your walls clench around nothing as his tongue brushed over you. Silco hummed his approval at your sounds, sending vibrations through you that had you writhing on his face. 

Greedy little thing. He thought as he sucked on that sensitive bud of nerves. Your hand slipped into his hair pulling with desperation at the strands, a plea for more as you cried out into the stillness of his office.

Would he let you cum like this? Or leave you here to finish you in another way?

“Silco!”

The cry of his name cleared all thoughts of toying with you. It made every muscle in him go tight, and left him with one desire. To hear you say it again.

He worked his fingers back into you, pumping you with the fullness you craved. His tongue swirled around your pearl before he sucked it between his lips.

“Ah! Gods--Silco!” 

You were close now. Silco stared into your wide eyes as you approached your release, the want, the pure need in them was nearly enough to make him come undone with you. 

“Please--Ssilco, please!” You begged between gasps of air. Such pretty begging, it gave him chills. He had no intention of denying you.

Another wicked suck of your pearl as he plunged his fingers into you had you screaming his name as your walls clenched around the digits still buried inside you. He continued to pump his fingers in and out, continued to lap at your clit, continued to work you through wave after wave of your orgasm as you rode out every pleasurable moment on his face. Finally, you went limp with only the panting of heavy pleasure echoing in the empty room. 

But Silco did not stop. His tongue swirled around your clit again and again. You let out a shriek and shuttered from the overstimulation, scrambling to push him away. But Silco had not had his fill of you and his grip on your thighs was proof of it. You tried to squirm out of his grasp but his fingers dug into the soft flesh, hard enough to leave bruises. Good.

“Silco--! It’s too much--I can't!!” You cried out.

He could feel your muscles spasming against him and chuckled. The sensation tore through you as fingers clutched soft hair again. Panting, your grip tightened as all resistance diminished, slowly moving your hips against his mouth instead. He hummed against your sex and you moaned in response giving yourself over to the pleasure as you whispered his name over and over.

Everything about you was divine to Silco. You tasted of salvation and damnation and made his blood boil. His own desperation fueled by seeing your pleasure. The aching need had become irresistible. You would be his and he would claim every inch of you. Again and again. On every surface of this damn building. 

His eyes flashed with the glint of something dangerous as he pulled away from your heat, a string of arousal still connecting you. Your legs trembled at the sight of his sharp features painted with your wetness. Silco’s graceful hand wiped his face clean, only to lick your slick off his fingers, sucking each clean while holding that molten stare. It left you speechless. 

“You taste…”

You swallowed dryly, suddenly self conscious.

“...incredible.” The sound was as lewd as the action and you were mesmerized by it. You had already cum once but the tension was building again. Even looking at him like this left you slack jawed. 

It would be selfish to ask for more, even in your own fantasy. What he had already given you with his tongue and his fingers still had you catching your breath, but that didn’t stop you from craving more of him inside you. You wanted to feel him, you wanted him to feel you. You wanted to watch his face as he buried his cock inside you for the first time. 

If you could keep her eyes open, that is. The line between reality, dream, and fantasy danced and blended to the point where you no longer knew where you were. Not in the alleyway, not anymore. Your bedroom? An office somewhere? It didn’t matter. Not when Silco looked at you like that. All your resolve melted away. You’d let him take her in the middle of the bridge in broad daylight. You were his. Entirely his. It felt so good not to fight it anymore. Even better to enjoy each other, like a reward, like fate. 

Silco removed the last finger from his mouth with a pop, before his lips curled into a wolfish grin.

“Can you handle more, Darling?”

It was both a question and a challenge. You wished you could find her voice instead of just nodding with vigor, but words had failed you. You were completely empty of anything but your need for him.

Gods you were perfect. Past the point of speech already and he hadn’t even given you his cock yet. Silco found a cruel amusement in your enthusiasm, as your hands hastily fumbled with the buttons of his pants. He had no intention of being cruel, he’d give you what you were after.

With a final tug of fabric you had freed him, the full length of him springing forward from the confines of his pants. Your hurried motions halted as you took in the sight of him. Large, long and fully erect, enough to cast a noticeable shadow in green light spilling in from the street. You  reached for him, taking him in your hand, now small by comparison. Or had you always been so small beside him? He couldn’t recall. Your eyes met his as you began to pump him slowly. 

Silco’s heavy sigh filled the silence between you, his eye fluttering shut at the feel of your hand. It was lovely. But it was not what he was after. You watched his expression with a gentle smile on your lips while you stroked him smooth and steady. He needed you. 

The press of long fingers into your bare chest had your back hitting the desk again, this time not nearly as smooth. Silco watched as your chin dipped, eyes focused on his length as he positioned himself between your legs, aligning himself with your core. 

You were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, laid out before him, legs spread, desperate and waiting. Silco took his time as he buried himself inside you. Pressing past your entrance he could feel you stretching around him, unbelievably tight and wet, and released a groan as he continued on. His fingers gripped your hips as he filled you painfully slowly. Your back arched in desire and in protest. You wanted more of him. Had to have more of him.

Such a greedy little thing. 

Once buried to the hilt, he gave you a moment to adjust before he pulled nearly all the way out and thrust himself back in, quicker and harsher than before. You moaned for him, bottom lip pulled between your teeth as he continued to pick up the pace.

If he had thought you were beautiful before it was nothing compared to now. His name on your lips as your hips met his in each thrust, taking all of him, breasts bouncing from each union, face etched with ecstasy. Nothing could be more beautiful than this.

Nothing could feel better than this. He knew you’d feel good but this…Janna, this could ruin him.

The feeling of him inside of you was like nothing you’d felt before. Had it been that long or was there something about this that was different? Something about him that was different. That was the truth you were unwilling to see. Something that you couldn’t consider when each thrust of his hips hit a spot inside of you that made you see stars and cry out in pleasure. When had anyone felt this good? When had anything felt so right?

So vocal. So responsive. So sensitive. He could watch you like this all night. Each motion met with a moan, a sigh, a whimper of your own desire. Nothing could be more divine. Except to watch you come undone around him.

Silco’s deft fingers slid down your thigh, between your legs, to find your swollen bud at the top of your heat. Your whine grew louder. His fingers circled your clit in time with each thrust. Your brows knit together and Silco watched as you gasped for breath between moans. You were tightening around him and soon his moans joined your own. His name was a mantra on your lips, like a prayer you’d been saying all your life as your nails dug into his desk. Adding mark after mark telling the story of tonight, of each tease and release Silco had given you. Of the way you had blossomed for him, like you were doing right now. The coil twisting and tightening inside you in unbearable pleasure. How long could you last, he wondered.

Unbearable pleasure. 

That was the only way to describe it. 

To be so thoroughly consumed with want and desire that every muscle in your body begged for release. 

Cried out for it. 

For mercy. 

For more.

“Silco-!” a plea, and he knew it.

He cocked a curious eyebrow as he continued his ministrations. 

“Yes, darling? Is there something that you need?” His dark voice, a cool seductive pool to fall into. So measured and smooth even now. How did he do it?

He pistoned into you as needy whine spilled out, both at the feeling of his cock and his words. You could hardly think, hardly breathe.

“Are you close?” He teased. 

You were helpless but to endure it, nodding furiously.

“And would you like me to let you cum again?” The authority in his voice gave you chills. It wasn’t until now that you had even considered him denying you. Something that he must have seen from the desperation in your eyes as nodded again in answer.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk” he sounded through the panting of his breath. He was close too.

“Words, darling. We’ve been over this. Where are your manners?” He said sharp features cutting a smile across his as he thrust each word into you. 

“Please!” The plea broke from you as a shout as you fought to regain some sense of control from all the pleasure spilling out of you. Pleasure he was responsible for.

The whimper at his command was like music. But nothing gave him more joy than your words.

“Please! Sil- Please!” you begged.

“No one has,” you let out a broken moan, “ever made me feel this good.”

Gods he wanted that to be true. Was it wrong for him to enjoy seeing you like this? That witty mouth of yours almost speechless from the pleasure he was giving you. His taunting you back into that pretty pretty begging, to the word he was so desperate to hear. To the words that had the power to break him.

“No one has ever” you repeated, mouth frozen in an O at a particularly delicious stroke he had given you, “Made me feel like this.” 

The words alone had the coil inside him tightening to the point of breaking. His fingers dug into the ample flesh on your hips, his own desperate attempt at control. Silco smiled down at you watching how you lost yourself to the pleasure he was giving you. Gods, he was close.

“Good girl. So well mannered. Cum. I want you to cum on my cock while I fuck you senseless.”

The teasing touch turned into tight circles around you clit as he fucked you harshly with each stroke. It was with a cry of his name that you came undone around him. Back arching off the desk, gasping, eyes meeting his. Walls tightening, squeezing, fluttering as he continued to fuck you through your release. Rapture and ecstacy over taking each part as each wave washed over you until your orgasm began to subside. 

The sight of you, that look in your eye, had him stumbling off the edge too. Crashing into you with the force of his orgasm as it tore through him with an intensity he had never felt before, painting your insides with his cum.

Silco squeezed his eyes shut coming down from his orgasm, panting, as he felt the wet of his own release coating his fingers. 

It was late and The Last Drop was empty. Thank the Gods. 

Silco opened a drawer in his desk removing a handkerchief and promptly began cleaning himself up. The office was empty, save for him in his chair and every sound seemed to echo with its emptiness. 

He stared at the spot he had imagined her in with such clarity it had almost felt real this time. But it hadn't been real and the spot remained empty still. As did his office and his bedroom. 

He hadn’t meant to imagine her here. That had been both an accident and a mistake. It should have been in that dirty alleyway or her club or anywhere but here. Somewhere far far away. But instead he stared at his desk, eyes of fire and ice tracing pristine wood instead of small scratches.