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OMG I’VE READ EROS AND COMPLETLY LOVED IT, The butterflies 🦋🦋🦋

I was wondering, can I request a fic where Silco and reader are friends with benefits? Thank you!

The Bartender | Silco

Pairing: Silco x Female Reader

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: Alcohol, smoking, oral sex (m receiving), dirty talk, p in v sex (18+ ONLY)

Summary: Silco is particularly fond of his bartender, who at times, is more than just a friend.

Notes: If you squint you can see a saucy line I included from Jason’s latest livestream 😉 AO3

This was how it usually started.

At the end of a long night of dancing, drinking, and gods knew what else, the revellers of The Last Drop would gradually move on from the club to their next destination. The only ones left to stick around when the music stopped and the colourful lights settled would be Silco’s circle of thugs and the man himself.

He would make his way downstairs and take a seat at the bar silently and you would automatically begin making his drink. You knew what he liked, and you would wordlessly place the glass in front of him as he pretended to busy himself with some menial task like running his finger around the edge of the coasters on the counter.

He would take a few sips of his drink while you wiped down the bar for the night before you would ask him casually, “rough day?”

He never came down here on a good day, and as of late, he wasn’t having very many of those.

He would let out a noncommittal grunt that usually meant yes, his day was shit. Sevika and the others would pretend not to notice that their boss only gravitated towards one person when he had something on his mind.

Silco didn’t have…friends exactly. He had people he kept around and tolerated because they were useful to him.

You, however, were quite possibly the only person whose company he enjoyed without conditions. You, one of the bartenders at The Last Drop.

You kept the place straight, made good drinks, and were entirely too easy to talk to. Silco liked you because you didn’t take any bullshit from the sometimes raucous clientele of The Lanes. He also liked you because you were easy on the eyes.

He didn’t remember the first time he noticed you were pretty, but he did know it had been a very long time since he had seen something beautiful in the industrial wasteland that was The Undercity and for that reason, he was automatically drawn to you. It wasn’t until he first approached you for a drink that he realized he genuinely enjoyed your company.

You listened to him bitch about the Topsiders and the Enforcers, about the development of his mysterious project that was taking too long, and you were always captivated by the stories of his younger years fighting for the freedom of Zaun.

Those stories were your favourite to hear, and they were his favourite to tell.

Silco listened to your stories and gripes too, and soon your little exchanges became more and more regular.

Until one night, when Silco had had a particularly shit day, and you took a seat beside him at the bar and joined him for a drink.

Slurred words, longing glances, and lingering touches had soon turned to Silco having you pressed up against the wall of his office as you kissed each other ravenously, and the rest of the night was filled with blurry memories of skin against skin and Silco filling you so deliciously that you still felt the pleasant ache of him the next day.

However, you did distinctly remember waking up naked in his bed the morning after and rolling over to find his side of the bed empty and cold. You had sighed and gathered your clothes and what was left of your dignity, got dressed, and padded out into the adjoining office to start your walk of shame home. Silco was nowhere to be found, but anyone with half a brain who was still lingering in The Last Drop in the morning knew why you were sneaking out in the same clothes you were wearing the night before.

Silco hadn’t mentioned it the next time he saw you, and it was almost as if it hadn’t happened at all.

Until it happened again.

And again, and again.

Neither of you ever talked about it and what it meant. It was casual and thankfully didn’t impede your friendly relationship in the slightest.

Based on his demeanour this evening, it seemed likely you were going to find yourself tangled with him yet again. You knew better than to get involved with someone as dangerous as Silco who was also technically your employer, but you couldn’t deny that he was damn good in bed and satisfied you better than any other previous partners had.

“Want to talk about it?” You asked as you cleaned a glass and Silco continued to nurse his drink.

His eyes flicked up to yours, one blue and one black with a maimed iris of molten lava. That was another piece of information he had divulged to you; what had happened to him to scar him so brutally. You could tell it was an insecurity for him despite the fear it inspired in others.

Ignoring your question, Silco simply replied, “would you like to come up for a drink?”

So, it was going to be one of those nights then. You had pretty much finished closing the bar anyway and you were starting to feel your skin heat up the longer he scanned you with that hungry look in his eye.

“Okay.”

After finishing your duties for the night, you had followed Silco upstairs to his office and were now lounging in one of the plush chairs in the sitting area sipping your drink while he stood at his desk trimming and lighting his evening cigar.

“So, are you going to tell me what has you in such a mood?” You inquired with a playful lilt to your voice, half-expecting him to ignore your question again.

You heard his steady footsteps as he moved from the desk to the lush couch across from you and took a seat. The smoky smell of the cigar wafted over to you along with lingering hints of his cologne, lulling you into an easy calm.

“I am not in a state,” he clipped and took a drag of his cigar. You watched the way his cheeks hollowed around it, how his slender fingers held the smoke up to his lips, all while he was seated on the couch with his legs spread like a king sitting on his throne. Your mouth began to water and you began to feel warm.

“Well, then why am I here?”

His gaze travelled to you as he exhaled, smoke dancing around his head like a devilish halo, and he hesitated momentarily before answering, “is it not enough that I enjoy the pleasure of your company?”

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you felt yourself begin to settle into this familiar game the two of you played. Dancing around each other before one of you made the first move.

“Is that all you wanted? My company?” You teased, knowing full well he had brought you up here not as a conversational companion, but as a lover.

Silco pretended to ponder your question as he took another drag off his cigar, and exhaled before countering in his smooth tone, “And what if it was? Would you be disappointed?”

“Well, I guess I would be, but it’s really you who should be disappointed.”

“Hmm? And why’s that?” He questioned casually, clearly enjoying your little game.

“Because,” you started, lowering your voice into a seductive purr as you began to undo the buttons of your shirt, revealing the lacy black lingerie you had adorned yourself in this morning, having a feeling that this is where your day would lead. “It would mean that you wouldn’t get to see this.”

You slipped your shirt off your shoulders, and Silco never tore his greedy stare away from you as he clenched his jaw and scanned his eyes over the delicate fabric accentuating your breasts. You made sure to pick out a naughty little piece he hadn’t seen before, and judging by his reaction, you had chosen well.

Silco still hadn’t said anything and watched you intently as you stood up from your chair and closed the distance between the two of you. You smirked down at him before hooking one leg over his thighs and settling yourself on his lap so you straddled him.

He regarded you now with an amused expression, his eyebrow raised as he brought his cigar to his lips again. “My, my, eager tonight aren’t we?”

Before he could take another drag from the cigar, you plucked it out of his hands and smothered it in the ashtray that sat on the nearby side table without breaking his challenging stare.

“I wasn’t done with that,” he said flatly.

“You are now,” you declared and began undoing his tie. Silco’s hands moved to your thighs, and you could feel the heat of his palms through your pants as he slowly slid them up to grip your hips and rub the exposed skin just above your waistband with his thumbs.

He watched you quietly as you slid his tie off and started working on the buttons of his shirt. There was no sound in the room now except for your hushed breathing and the distant bustle of the street outside. Silco’s office was dark, with only the eerie green glow of The Undercity coming through the window to light the room.

Once you finished your work on his buttons, you latched yourself onto his neck and he hummed as you began to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of his throat. Silco let out a small hiss as you nipped at his collarbone and you couldn’t help but grin. You had just started sucking on his pale skin to leave a love bite when he breathed out the pet name he only called you when you were alone like this.

“Darling…”

You pulled away from his neck and peered at him questioningly. His eyes were half-lidded as if he were already drunk with pleasure. That could very well be the case; you shifted on his lap and felt his hardening length against your core that sent a pulse to your belly.

Silco began working at the buttons of your pants as he sighed, “if you’re going to tease me with such filthy underthings, at least let me see the whole set.”

You tried to suppress your giggle, but you both knew you had him right where you wanted him and he couldn’t help but grin as he finally unclasped your pants and you moved off him to rid yourself of them and your shoes.

“You certainly do put on quite a show for me,” he offered, looking his fill of the lacy little number you were wearing and watching you sway your hips as you moved to straddle him once again.

His hands moved to roam over your skin, igniting a trail of fire everywhere he touched. When one of his hands moved up to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and the other gently grasped your breast through the black lace, you decided you couldn’t wait any longer.

You took Silco’s face between your hands and brought your lips down to his in a firm kiss.

He responded instantly, groaning and moving his lips against yours. His taste was so familiar to you now with the lingering notes of the cigar and the whiskey he had downstairs earlier.

You moved your hands to tangle in his soft hair and began to grind your hips into him. Silco groaned again, the sound rumbling in his chest and he tightened his grip on your hips as you moved deliciously over his clothed length. His tongue slipped easily into your mouth and he would occasionally nip at your bottom lip, causing you to let out quiet whimpers of pleasure.

He always had this effect on you. He made you feel like you needed him everywhere at once and he drove you crazy with his silky voice and suave attitude. Having those traits turned on you for the purposes of seducing his way into your bed made your head spin. You needed to feel his skin on you, now.

You moved your hands down to frantically work at the buttons on his vest, and when you began to struggle, you pulled away from his filthy kiss, breathless, and looked down to focus on your work of ridding him of his clothes.

While you did that, Silco moved to kiss and lick at your neck and whisper dirty things in your ear.

“Easy now, be a good girl,” he crooned, his voice like liquid velvet in your consciousness, making you shudder. He moved to suck on that spot behind your ear that drove you crazy, and you ground your hips particularly hard as you tried to get some friction on your throbbing clit.

“But not too good.”

You finally were able to remove his vest and quickly moved to work at the remaining buttons of his crimson dress shirt. Silco pulled away from you momentarily to assist you with ridding himself of his shirt, and when he tossed it aside, you resumed your assault on his neck.

You worked your way down his throat, his collarbone, his chest, leaving hot kisses in your wake as you worshipped him. He threw his head back and groaned, petting your hair as you kneeled between his legs and followed the fine trail of greying hair down his navel with your mouth.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes as you palmed his erection. Silco hissed and moved one of his hands from your hair to brush his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Don’t tease me, darling, I’ve had a long day,” he breathed and applied the slightest bit of pressure to your lip with his thumb. You didn’t even hesitate as you wrapped your lips around the digit and sucked, never breaking eye contact with him.

“Dirty little thing,” he whispered to no one but himself, and pulled his hand away so you could get to work on unbuttoning his pants and freeing his cock.

You always seemed to forget how big he was, but you were never daunted as you licked the salty precum at his slit and wrapped your lips around his head and sucked.

Silco inhaled sharply, carefully tangling his hand in your hair and guiding your head down his shaft as you began to bob up and down his length.

“Good girl,” he repeated breathily. “Just like that.”

He began to gently thrust up into your mouth, and you gazed up at him with innocent eyes glazed in arousal, which you knew drove him crazy. When you felt you had relaxed enough, you boldly pushed yourself further onto his cock and took him into your throat.

Silco let out a strangled noise that was a cross between a growl and a moan and threw his head back.

“So good, so good.”

He always got chattier the closer he got to finishing, and you could feel his muscles tightening as you continued to suck him off and stroke the rest of his length with one hand.

Silco’s breathing became more rapid, and just as you thought he was about to cum down your throat, he murmured your name.

“That’s enough…want to feel you,” he panted.

You obeyed, pulling off his cock and assisting Silco with removing his pants fully and removing the rest of your lingerie. When you rose to perch yourself atop him again, you allowed yourself a moment to imprint the sight before you into your brain. Silco sprawled over the couch, naked, with a thin sheen of sweat covering his pearly skin and his hair hanging in his face. He was utterly gone with arousal, his cock still hard as steel and his eyes heavy with pleasure.

“Come here,” he ordered, his voice heady and seductive.

Without question, you moved to straddle him again and gripped his cock, positioning him at your dripping entrance. Silco’s eyes bore into your own as you put the tip in and slowly began to sink down on him. He hissed and you shuddered at the feeling of the delightful intrusion, and Silco had to steady his breathing to ensure the feeling of your warm, wet cunt squeezing him wouldn’t cause him to spill into you right then and there.

You whimpered as you took him in further, and Silco shushed you gently, rubbing your back and pressing light kisses to your neck to relax you. The stretch was delicious, but it always took you a few moments to get used to him. He was always a patient, caring lover, and sometimes you couldn’t believe that your relationship was completely different out of the confines of these walls.

But you didn’t want to think about that right now.

You were finally seated fully on him, and once the pain had subsided, you started to roll your hips. The sounds of your combined noises of pleasure filled the room, as did the sound of the squelching of your wetness as you moved up and down on his cock.

“There you go,” he purred in your ear, gripping your hips as he thrusted his own up into you. “Does that feel good?”

He didn’t expect an answer, you knew that. He knew damn well the feeling of having him inside you was euphoric, and your whimpers and moans provided him with enough conclusions.

You both found a rhythm that had you pulsing around him in no time, and your noises grew louder and louder until Silco’s rhythm became frantic and you were crying out with every thrust. You arched into him and he ghosted his mouth over your nipple, sucking lightly and causing you to keen in his arms.

“Silco-” you moaned, not knowing any words right now other than his name.

“I know, I know,” he crooned, moving to lick at your other breast.

You could feel the pressure building in your belly and threatening to snap. Sparks of electricity danced up your spine and you were becoming breathless.

“I’m close,” you managed to force out. Silco hummed before pulling off your breast, and looked up at you as his thumb began to rub tight circles on your clit.

“Oh- oh gods!” You cried out, the coil inside you snapping within a few thrusts. You threw your arms around Silco’s shoulders and screamed his name as you came, the sparks in your spine turning into pure lighting that danced through every nerve in your body.

Silco found his own release moments later, and he growled sharply into the crook of your neck as the feeling of your cunt clenching around him like a vice drove him over the edge and he spilled himself into you.

You both stayed like that for a while, clinging to each other as you came down from your respective highs. Silco stayed inside you while he softened and his breathing evened out, and you had your face buried in his shoulder as you tried to bring yourself back down to reality.

It was not lost on you that the level of intimacy Silco offered you was special. You could stay like this forever, with your bodies wrapped around each other and him buried deep inside of you as you recovered from the throes of passion.

“Are you alright?” His even voice was a welcome intrusion into your post-sex contemplations.

“Mhm,” you hummed contentedly, pulling back to look into his eyes. “Are you?”

The corners of his mouth danced and he nodded, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I can assure you, my dear, that you are most definitely not a disappointment.”

“So you did bring me up here just to ravish me,” you giggled. Silco huffed a laugh and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Perhaps I did.”

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