#zoldyck

forbidden love silva zoldyck | fem reader ⋆˙⟡࣪ ˖

warnings: infidelity, age gap (reader in 20’s & silva in 40’s), fingering, p in v sex, power dynamics, size difference, fluff, sex with plot, silva and feelings

author’s note: i love dilfs <3

wc: 4.2k

you were walking alongside your lover, silva.

both of your arms were wrapped around his huge arm, trying to be as close to him as possible. he didn’t mind your closeness and he continued to make his way through the manor.

this was your first time entering the zoldyck mansion and you were bewildered. it was huge and the details inside his home were amazing.

“how are you able to know your way around here, silva?” you questioned as you felt like you both took so many turns from right to left already. you would of surely gotten lost.

“i’ve lived here my whole life, sweetheart”

“ohh, that makes sense. you got used to it. that’s so cool” you marveled at the thought.

his eyes shifted to look at your wide eyed eyes that scanned the halls and your slightly parted lips. a very small, faint smile appeared on silva’s face. your little reactions always intrigued him.

you were so different compared to his wife. he couldn’t help, but to compare and notice the clear differences. his wife was cold, quite cynical and an assassin.

she was in a way just like him. one would think that a pair like that would get along and be able to love each other because of their similarities, but that wasn’t the case.

their marriage was all based on power and lineage. the sole purpose of their arrangement was to find someone strong to have heirs, but there was no love involved in their marriage.

that’s why when he first met you, he was interested. ever since your first encounter, he noticed your warm demeanor.

you were nothing like her.

you were kind, composed and thoughtful. you weren’t an assassin. he was sure that the thought of killing somebody had never crossed your mind and if it did, you would never go through hurting anyone.

yet despite all that, he was still drawn to you. your qualities was what made him be so fond of you and treat you in a way that he had never treated anyone else before.

he would of felt some sense of guilt for his wife, but he didn’t. not even the littlest bit and he wasn’t sure if it was because of their loveless marriage or because he really didn’t feel no guilt.

either way, he liked having you with him, which is why he brought you here.

“silva?”

you stared up at him with those curious eyes of yours like you didn’t have anything to worry about and part of that was because you were with him.

“what is it y/n?”

“why did you bring me to your home? not that i’m comparing or anything, but i’m just wondering..” you trailed off, sounding unsure.

that’s something else he liked about you. the way you spoke made it easier for him to know how you felt. you were able to express your emotions through your words or facial expressions. something that he wasn’t familiar with since he was surrounded with stone, cold words and faces.

it made him feel at ease and he was able to put his defenses down whenever he was around you. something he wouldn’t ever admit out loud.

“my wife isn’t here and i wanted you to meet the place i reside in”

the mention of his wife made you feel a twinge of guilt. you knew of their situation, but you couldn’t help to feel some shame since you were spending your time with a married man.

“oh.. thank you”

he noticed your hesitance in your words and he was sure it was you overthinking. you were too kind to the point where you’d feel bad for his emotionless wife.

“don’t feel bad. i want to spend my time with you” he tried to reassure you and you nodded.

“i’m happy you trust me to bring me here silva”

he stared at you and gave you a single nod. his hand reaching down to rest on the top of your head, giving it one pat.

“of course”

you smiled up at him and he gave you another pat before his hand came down to its previous position.

after he showed you around the house and explained the places you pointed out, he finally decided to walk to the final place he wanted to show you.

his room.

he opened the door and he walked inside, you trailing right behind him.

“this is where i sleep” he stated, standing right next to you as he let your curious eyes wander around his room.

“it’s so clean. i don’t see a speck of dust”

“that’s because i don’t spend my time here. i only come here whenever i need to sleep”

“you’re saying that like you don’t sleep everyday”

“i don’t”

your wandering eyes turned to look at him, surprised and confused from his words.

“wait, really?! why?”

“yes, really. i only sleep when it’s necessary. i am at times out on missions, so i don’t sleep”

you looked bewildered from his response and he looked quizzically at you.

“what’s wrong?”

“i’m just surprised you don’t sleep everyday. don’t you get tired?”

“i was trained to withhold sleep for long periods of time, so i don’t feel tired”

your mouth was gaped open in shock as you nodded.

“is that so shocking?” his question made you let out a giggle from how genuine he sounded.

“yes, it is. that’s not normal, you know. you must be so mentally and physically strong”

“i didn’t think it was abnormal and yes. this is not to brag, but i was trained to be”

“it must’ve been so hard. i could never imagine how it felt”

“correct. i admit that it was tough”

his big hand reached to hold your wrist. fingers wrapping around your wrist to lead you to sit on his king sized bed. the sheer weight of him dipping.

“you’re so interesting, silva”

“i think the same way about you”

“really?” your amazement was noticeable and he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“is it that hard to believe?”

“if i’m being honest.. yes”

“why?”

“i don’t know. i just never found myself as a intriguing person”

“you are. more than you think”

silva was honest and straightforward when he spoke, like always, but you didn’t mind. you liked the transparency of things, especially when he said things like that and didn’t know what it did to you.

“that means a lot” you said softly as he then turned to look at you.

his eyes softened a little as he stared at you. a big hand held your face gently as he caressed your cheek and you couldn’t do anything, but to look up at him.

there was a moment of silence for a while. it was just the both of you gazing at each other’s eyes as you leaned more into his touch.

it was still, comforting. you and him enjoying the moment as you both felt each other’s warm breath from how close you were.

you made no movement, waiting for him to do or say something, anything. completely frozen, not moving in nervousness of making the wrong move.

he was trying to remain in his calm composure, like always, but there was something about you and your closeness that made it harder for him to stay calm.

the way you’d stare at him and how those lips of yours would curl up in a smile just for him. how much your words expressed your concern and care.

it was something that made his cold heart crack, letting out small parts of him free that only you have gotten to experience and this instance was another one of those moments.

he couldn’t wait any longer. the urge to feel your soft lips against his was stronger than ever.

the distance was shortening as silva’s other hand came down to caress your other cheek. his hands cradling your face sweetly as he leaned closer to you.

your breath hitched and you closed your eyes, anticipating the feel of his lips on yours.

he reveled on the cute expression you were making for a few seconds before he finally kissed you.

when he pressed his lips on yours, your hands settled to the side of his shoulders. being able to feel all his muscles under his clothes.

the kiss continued and as you gasped out, he took the chance to slip his tongue inside your mouth while his hands went from caressing your face to your thighs.

his fingers gave light touches on your thighs and he parted from your lips as he stared at your panting face.

he grabbed at the back of your thighs, still staring at you and effortlessly held you to place you in the center of his bed.

you let out small moans as he then trailed kisses along your jaw and neck. he continued to peck kisses along your skin, enjoying the noises he made you let out.

“s-silva..” you whispered out low, so afraid to make any loud noise.

he noticed this. why wouldn’t he? he’s very observant, which made him speak from where he was kissing you.

“why are you so silent? don’t be afraid of letting those sweet noises out”

to further prove his point, he went on to suck on your neck and lightly bit, making you mewl.

“what if we’re heard?” your voice was strained, trying to speak as composed as you can. obviously failing as it came out wobbly.

“let them hear. everyone in this estate is prohibited from speaking out of line. there’s no need to be embarrassed” he responded, trying his best to comfort you.

“okay.. i trust you” you said softly, trying to calm your nerves.

when he saw that you seemed more visibly relaxed than before, he got back to tracing kisses on your neck, leaving marks on your skin as he sucked on your skin.

his huge hand touched you everywhere. you felt how his fingers traced at the sensitive spots he had sucked, painting your skin with his mouth.

“now everyone will know you’re mine” he said lowly as his touch went lower.

having you like this, laying down on his bed underneath him was making his heart beat erratically from seeing you in such a position. he wanted to see more of you, so he got rid of your shirt and slid down your pants, leaving you in your bra and underwear.

you gasped out as you were now half naked under him, waiting for what he was going to do next as your cheeks heated up.

he grabbed one of your breasts, feeling the weight under his palm as he then squished it gently and you moaned.

feeling his huge, rough hand on you made you look at him with half lidded eyes, wanting more.

the bra was finally unclipped and thrown somewhere in his room because of how impatient he was.

when he finally saw your bare breasts, his eyes darkened and both of his hands groped your breasts as his fingers toyed with your hardened nipples.

“s-silva!”

“you make the prettiest noises” he spoke, voice rough with desire.

barely being able to contain himself from the way you reacted. your face contorting to pleasure and your body so responsive to his touches.

your hands reached out to touch him, trying to feel him, remember the feel of him. they finally settled on his shoulders as he still pinched and played with your nipples.

seeing you like this was something new to him.

never has he been looked at the way you look at him. softened eyes filled with so much emotion he can barely comprehend. body so eager and pliant and it’s all because of him.

“f-feels good, agh!, silva!”

he knew you were different. unlike anyone he’s ever encountered, but he didn’t realize just how much of importance you were going to be for him.

“i can’t stop looking at you. you’re beautiful”

lashes fluttered and you gasped out. despite how honest he is, you haven’t heard him speak that way. this is the first time such words have been let out, which leaves you surprised.

he noticed how hardened your nipples were because of his fingers and his head leaned down, tongue circling your bud. you moaned as your fingers got a hold of his long strands of hair.

silva felt the tug and he groaned into your breast. his hands settled on your waist, pulling you closer to him.

his cock was hard under his pants. never had he undergone such lust and want.

not even when he felt obliged to have intercourse with his wife in order to secure his lineage with heirs had he felt anything like this. it had felt more like a chore, like when he was assigned to kill someone.

he was getting his dick wet from just sucking on your breasts and skin. silva could only imagine how he would feel if he was inside you if he felt so much already.

“silva, please”

your desperate plea made it through his ears and his hands slid down to grip your hips as his mouth parted from your skin.

“you don’t even know what you do to me”

he looked down as his hands rubbed your inner thighs, staring at your underwear and that evident, little wet spot.

“are you sure of this?” his voice was low and genuine.

this was his last type of restraint he was going to have over himself before it broke and he did unspeakable things to you.

he just had to hear your acceptance out of your own lips.

“yes silva.. never been so sure” you were a bit breathless, waiting for him.

and when he did hear your words of agreement, he ripped your last article of clothing off from you. your teared up underwear joining the floor.

his deep hum could be heard in the room as he admired your naked body. rough, big hands touched and caressed your soft body gently, watching how your face reacted to the intensity.

he groaned and he planted his hands on your thighs. seeing how your pussy glistened from how wet you were when silva parted your pussy lips.

“so pretty” he spoke out as his thumb rubbed your little clit and down to your hole.

you covered your face in embarrassment, biting your lip as you let out a whimper out at the pleasure.

his other hand came to grip your wrists, a grip that was firm, but won’t hurt you. the way his fingers engulfed your hand made you stare at it wide eyed, realizing just how big he is.

your pussy gushed at the thought and of the way his thumb was still rubbing your clit in little circles, stimulating you so good.

“don’t hide. i want to see you”

face serious as ever, but you could see the shift in his expression, the softness in his eyes and his relaxed face.

this is the most content you’ve seen him and it made your cheeks flush that it was because at such a situation.

“..okay. i’m just a bit embarrassed” you said truthfully.

“it’s just us two here. don’t shy away from me. i enjoy seeing this side of you” he said, releasing his grip on your wrist and caressed your cheek instead.

“mmm, o-okay” you moaned out and more of those sounds were escaping from your mouth as silva prodded your hole with one, thick finger.

“do you trust me?”

“yes” you whined out as his thick finger stretched your pussy. the arousal from your little hole already drenching his finger.

“good”

he meant it. there was an unknown feeling that he felt, but he did know that having you care and trust him was making him feel good. especially when he had you with your legs spread, pussy lips engulfing his finger as he thrusted it inside you.

you held the hand that was placed on your cheek as you felt another finger entering your pussy. fingers thrusting in and out while silva noticed all of your little reactions.

he quickened his thrusts, seeing your cute little body twitch and your fingers clutch so hard for him. the feeling felt nothing more than a tug due to his strength.

“silva!”

“keep saying my name like that” he spoke with his gruff voice. his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, fingers still thrusting inside you and thumb rubbing your clit.

he stared at your face and how your mouth was parted with lustful, teary eyes from the pleasure.

“agh, c-close! silva!”

“so good. such a good girl”

the hand that was caressing your cheek so tenderly came down to grab your breast, fingers pinching your nipple.

at that, you moaned out. your body shaking as you came.

silva watched the blissed out look on your face as you came. a groan coming out of his mouth at the sight before him.

the way you were looking at him made him pull you into a kiss, losing himself in you. he pulled his fingers out of your pretty hole, parting from the kiss, staring at your eyes.

you could see his thick fingers getting closer to his face and you gasped as he took them inside his mouth, tasting you.

“silva..” you say breathlessly, in shock. not expecting him to do that.

“exquisite”

he then got rid of all his clothes. in a fast motion taking off his shirt, pants, and finally, his boxers.

you finally got to see him nude and your mouth was left agape as you saw his muscles. looking at his body seemed surreal. you’ve never seen someone with that sort of build.

yes, you’ve always known silva was huge and tall compared to others, but seeing him like this made it the more surprising.

wondering eyes stared at every inch of his body and when they finally landed to his cock, you couldn’t help, but to whimper.

silva noticed your wandering eyes and also that cute little noise of yours. his eyebrows rose in concern, eyes roaming your pretty face while your hands slowly, hesitantly touched him.

“what’s wrong, darling?”

“need you” you spoke out in a hushed voice, feeling his hard muscles under your fingertips.

half lidded, shining eyes stared up at him, silently pleading him to do something, anything to you.

those eyes hypnotized him and a hand came to hold your waist. a warm sensation was felt by your ear, his breath, making shivers arise on your body.

“i got you, dear. i’ll make you feel good”

it was then that you felt the tip of his cock spreading your pussy lips, so warm and wet. a hand of his holding and spreading one of your legs wide to nudge his tip to your pretty hole.

you felt the head of his thick cock start to push inside you, gasping out at the feeling of the stretch.

“mmm! silva!”

he bit back a groan from feeling you around his cock, so he opted to press kisses on your cheek as you cried out in pleasure.

“so-, ugh, good” silva rasped out, words coming out drawn.

he looked down at you and his hand held your waist as he spread you out more with his heavy body. his cock entered you, the tip of his cock fully inside.

your teary eyes tried their best to stare up at him and you could see him panting, some of his hair already starting to stick to his face from the sweat.

his touch felt hot or maybe it was your own body, but it felt good on your waist and hips.

silva could barely contain himself from pushing his cock fully inside you and fucking you like he’d like to.

he has to remind himself you’re a sweet, fragile girl. his sweet girl, and he’d be angry with himself if he was the cause of your pain, so he knew he had to hold himself back.

with a deep inhale and an exhale, he pushed more of his big cock inside you, groaning at the feel of you. your pussy felt so good around him and your juices soaked his cock deliciously.

“you’re made for me”

you cried out as you feel him push more of himself inside you. whenever you thought he had stuffed you full of his cock, he just kept pushing more of it inside.

“silva.. hic- too much!”

“shhh, i know you can take it sweetheart”

soothing words spilled out of his mouth as he assured you while his cock was inside you, a little more than halfway in.

it made you feel so much and you wrapped your hands around his neck, pressing your body up to him to feel his closeness. the contrast of his hard body on your soft one something that you both enjoyed.

humming in contentment, silva held your waist, thumbs tracing your skin softly as he finally stuffed you full of his cock.

a broken, small scream was let out from your mouth as you felt silva’s cock so deep inside you.

on the other hand, silva groaned loudly as he shut his eyes for a brief moment. the snug fit of your sweet, warm cunt made him still inside you.

“this soft, little pussy is sacred”

“mmh! pleasee, move silva. w-wanna feel you”

you moaned and panted while your back arched more into his cock, feeling it inside you at a different angle.

feeling the shift of your hips and hearing your pleading tone, he couldn’t contain his restraint anymore. his composure snapped and his thick cock pulled back and slid back in.

that first thrust made your nails dig into his broad shoulders, whining at the pleasure it brought you.

in response, silva continued to thrust inside you to be able to feel more of your touch. hoping for you to leave your mark on him.

he took hold of your waist for a moment before moving his hands to hold your inner thighs, pushing them back as far as he could, so he’s able to see how he’s pushing his cock inside your tight hole.

“mmh!” you continued moaning while feeling flustered from the way silva kept ogling your pussy.

“you’re beautiful in every aspect” he sighed out in disbelief and admiration, more to himself than to you.

he rubbed your clit with one hand as the other caressed your face, staring deep into your eyes as he fucked you.

“oh, silva..” you trailed off as you whimpered from the intensity of it all. it felt so good and intimate that a few tears slid down your face from pleasure.

silva silently wiped them away and leaned down to kiss you.

you were feeling so much at once, including the impending orgasm, making you part from the kiss breathlessly as you moaned loudly.

“silva! close, s’ close, please!”

understanding what you meant, silva groaned as he picked up his pace. he continued to stare at your face, wanting to see every different reaction you made.

“you’re going to cum for me, sweet girl?” he spoke in a gruff voice, trying to keep his voice steady.

you couldn’t verbally respond anymore. not being able to word sentences, but you nodded as you continued to whimper.

“speak to me, dear. i know you can do it- fuck”

silva encouraged you as you felt his cock slide in and out of you. hearing the mess you both have made because of how wet you are for him.

“yes!” you said, barely being able to gasp it out because of how good his cock felt repeatedly pushing inside your hole.

“so good for me. such a beautiful girl, ugh. you’re all i need” silva said longingly, staring at you as he said it.

that’s all it took for you to release. clenching around his cock as your juices coated his cock. a broken moan of his name left your mouth. you firmly held his shoulders, trying to hold and keep him close to you.

silva groaned at the feeling of you tightly holding onto his cock and the sight of your face. he came with the view of your teary, soft gaze and the feeling of your twitching body.

“fuck, y/n. love the way you make me feel” silva confessed as he gave you every single drop of his cum.

you stared at those bright eyes and tugged him gently by his long hair for the both of you to share a kiss while his cock was still deep inside you, releasing the last spurts of cum.

you both parted from the kiss and affectionately stared at each other, taking in the aftermath of your love making.

silva held your face and his thumb gently caressed your cheek. silently engraving the image of you like this in his head.

he slid his cock out of you slowly and you whimpered from the movement.

strong arms enveloped you and moved you to lay on silva’s chest. your fingers running along his skin as you stared up at him.

noticing him already staring, you smile at him and he slips a hand to hold on to your waist as the other holds the back of your head.

“rest now, sweetheart” he speaks to you in a low voice and you nod. your eyes blinking shut and drifting off to sleep.

☆ “stop smiling like that. it’s distracting.”? With illumi, or if you only write chrollo that's fine too!

My vision is that he notices the reader/darling tends to subconsciously smile, and he is confused as to why it irked him so much (affectionately)

How about both? :)

Chrollo likes the quiet way you smile at times. You don't seem to notice and it may seem as though you're smiling at nothing in particular, but he likes that too. He doesn't point it out to you either. Why ruin the nice view?

Right now though, he really needs you to stop.

“Stop smiling like that. It’s distracting.”

Looking down at him you blink.

"Hm, why that?"

He doesn't really know how to explain this to you, doesn't fully understand it himself. Resting with his head on your lap, your fingers carding through his hair in smooth motions.

The gentleness in your gaze and motions are so unfamiliar to him that it borders on uncomfortable. It's not like he's unfamiliar with being close to another person. Even sexually or romantically. But this... closeness, the tenderness, the love in your gaze makes his chest tighten.

He can't explain to you, that his heart aches to feel your skin on his, his entire soul screaming to pull you closer, closer, embrace, hold thight and never let go. But he can't say that. Not yet. So instead he turns over and pushes you gently but firmly back down onto the couch, lips covering yours.

He may not be able to explain it to you now but some part of him hopes that maybe somehow his actions will convey even the tiniest fraction of his feelings for you.

Illumi doesn't get smiling as a concept most of the time. His smiles are either for his family or to manipulate. Smiles are expressions of happiness and revealing one's emotions like that is giving away free information to the enemy.

If it's not calculated it won't show on his face and he expects other people to do the same.

But like in so many things, you're different from him. For one, he's not debating to murder you so you don't need to be so on guard but how would you know that. So why does it make his body react so much? He has noticed that his heart is beating faster than usual whenever your face slips into the relaxed unconscious smile.

At the beginning he was debating wether you were trying to subtly manipulate him but you have no way of knowing the effect you have on him. Still.

“Stop smiling like that. It’s distracting.”

You look up at him, smile dropping in surprise. He sighs, "At least only do it while we're at home, not here in public for everyone else to see."

You blink but the smile makes it's way back on your face. It's smaller this time though, more subtle. It'll have to do, he guesses.

It won't matter anyway because if anybody dared to try and use your emotions against you he'll just kill them. Simple as that.