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“No.”
Singed sighs, dropping his forehead on his hands as he once again asks Silco.
“Two weeks, that is all I’m asking.”
“No,” Silco growls out his response, taking a long drag of his leaf cigarette, blowing out the smoke with force as he paces around the doctor’s dark office, “I have my hands full with one child already, I don’t have the patience to deal with another one.”
“She needs to learn how to fight and keep her head down, you can do both of us a great deal and show her the right path,” Singed explains, tapping his foot on the cold stone floor, looking in the direction of the hidden tomb he has made for his youngest, “I need some time alone, the medicine is progressing. I have to stay there and make sure Shimmer does the job.”
“Then tell your daughter to keep her childish antics undercover for a few weeks, I have no time to spare,” Silco says, putting out the cigarette by pressing it on Singed’s desk, “Jinx gives me enough headaches, but she is my responsibility. Your daughter is yours to keep in check.”
“You owe me, Silco,” the doctor glares at his old… sort of friend, straightening his back as he leans on the back of the chair to take a good look at the man standing, “After all I have done for you and Zaun, I deserve this one favor.”
“Anything but this,” Silco tries to reason with him, his words falling on deaf ears unfortunately, “Jinx is already out of control, your daughter is worse than her. I need you to understand I am too busy to keep both in line.”
“All I am asking for is two weeks! Keep her under your assistant’s care, tell her she needs to stop sneaking in Upside, and have the Enforcers following her here.”
Silco turns around abruptly, running his fingers through his hair, exhaling sharply as he realizes what Singed really wants from him, and more importantly, he now knows what he must deal with.
“She is a threat to what we have built here,” Silco sighs again, resting his hands on his hips as he stops pacing, teeth grinding against each other when he starts talking, “You want me to lecture her.”
“No,” the doctor stands up, grabbing a vile of Shimmer before he walks towards his equipment and notes, matching Silco’s tired sighs and worried eyes, “I want you to make her understand the consequences of her actions, and if it comes to it, then yes, lecture her. Do what you deem right as the Eye of Zaun.”
He could say no, Silco knows that he could say no and walk out of this dungeon without bad blood, but even the thought of a minor threat at such an inconvenient time repulses him. He drags himself to the table Singed was sitting behind a few moments ago, resting his palms on the surface, and he leans forward. With one closed eye, he ponders about the answer he must give soon; either he can turn this favor down, or he can clear the mess before it bubbles up to the surface and all the Lanes learn about this misbehave.
“Fine,” Silco growls the word out, rubbing his face as he thinks about his decision once more, “Send her to The Drop by the evening, I’ll have Sevika train her.”
“We need more than training for combat—”
“Don’t worry,” Silco grabs his coat from the chair, slinging his arms through each sleeve before he walks toward the door, “I will do what’s necessary to teach her a lesson. First, she needs to learn how to throw a punch or two.”
“I hate this place,” you grumble, maneuvering your way between sweaty bodies and tangled limbs moving against each other, when you reach the bottom of the stairs leading to yet another staircase, you sigh and walk up, trying to sneak past all the awful-looking men in your way.
“You’re late,” a tall woman says irritatedly, crossing her arms — or one flesh arm and a metallic one — as she looks down at you from the bridge of her nose.
“Easy, easy!” you raise your hands in defense when she comes closer to you, the unnerving scowl on her face evident as you dodge her arm and shriek, “I wasn’t given a time, woman! Don’t need to get aggressive, yeah?”
“Go inside, he is waiting for you,” Before you can even mutter a quick who , she pushes the door open and ushers you inside, rolling her eyes when you stumble and glaring back, “Boss.”
“Hmm…”
You turn around and look at the room you are pushed into, trying to find the person who made the noise but all you hear now is the loud bang the door makes when the tall woman slams it shut.
You watch as the chair behind the desk moves a little, noticing the sway of a boot before the chair is fully turned in your direction, finding the king of the undercity leaning back with a cigar in his hand.
“I didn’t expect you,” you say, nodding as you take in your surroundings, “ Silco, dad’s favorite friend.”
“It’s
sir
to you, girl,” he replies immediately, his gaze hardening as he looks at you, blowing out the smoke with each word, “You are late.”
“Late to what? My fucking trial?” you know you should have kept your mouth shut, but to say that and stifle your chuckle is way worse, “I didn’t know when I was supposed to come anyway,” you walk and flop down on the couch on the side of the room, now having a much more clear look at him.
Silco is wearing his signature red shirt with a black and gold vest. His shimmer-dosed eye shines bright red and hardens with each passing second. You can sense you have struck a nerve when he only brings his cigarette to his thin lips and inhales deeply, never taking his eyes off of you.
“Come on, I have much better things to do than sit here—”
“Do you call
sneaking to the upside and bothering those Pilties
a better thing to do?” his voice comes out raspy and rough, sending shivers down your spine, and with the way he stares at you, your confident resolve crumbles slowly, “Because I beg to differ.”
“Begging so soon? Come on, I thought you were stronger than that, Sir ,” you give him a cheeky smile, trying to hide your nervousness with cheeky remarks, but his steely eyes make your laughter die in your throat.
“Amusing, my daughter would find you funny if your words weren’t directed at me,” he says in a cool tone, blowing the smoke in circles while his eyes never waver from your form, “Poor Singed, you must have annoyed him to his bones—”
“Well, good for you, your daughter seems fun to be around—“
“Don’t interrupt me, insolent girl,” he stands up, pressing the burning tip of the cigar on the ashtray covered in blue and pink crayons. He stops in front of you after he drops the leaf cigarette on his desk, locking his hand behind his back as he looks down at you, “Mind your tone, I am not your father.”
“Sorry,” you mumble, swallowing the lump in your throat as you look up at him, blinking in curiosity, “What can I do to make you forgive me?”
“Stay out of Piltover,” he says coldly, moving away from you to his desk, dropping down on his seat with a heavy sigh, “And you will start learning how to fight, Sevika will teach you.”
“Who’s Sev— oh, hell no! That woman? I am the dirt under her fucking shoe, she can throw me across the Drop with a flicker of her hand!”
“This is not up for debate, now leave , she is informed of what she has to do with you,” with one last glance, you catch his teal-colored eye focusing on you before he dismisses you with a wave of his hand, “She will report your doings to me, and my daughter will also keep her eyes on you.”
“You don’t need to get all your people to check on me,” you say, anger bubbling inside you as you stand up to leave, “I’m not that bad.”
“No, you are not, but remember, if you do something that puts my business and people in danger, you’ll face the consequences.”
“Fine!” You huff and march toward the door, but before you can swing the door open, Silco’s voice stops you.
“Remember that I always know everything.”
“Let. Me. Go!” You swing your leg in hopes of hitting Sevika’s knee and make a run for the Drop’s exit, but she is holding you up on your tiptoes by your collar with her metallic arm, keeping you in an arm’s distance so you can’t reach her body at all while she drags you towards Silco’s office, “I said let me go, fucking beast—“
“You got ‘em all hot and bothered, I liked it,” she kisses her teeth, smirking as she looks at you trying to push her hand off, “But they were Enforcers, not some boys you can kick and run.”
“I didn’t do anything—“ she drops you on the floor as soon as she swings the door open, huffing a breath in amusement when you land in front of Silco’s feet.
You look up, giving him a sweet smile before you realize how mad he is, your smile fading as he stares down at you, his brows twisted into a deep frown, the wrinkles on his forehead and the scar on the left side of his face deepening the more he looks at you.
“What happened this time?” He asks Sevika, but his eyes are solely focusing on you and how you are fiddling with your fingers, trying to show him you are unbothered but he can see the nerves in your eyes.
“She wanted to sneak into a professor’s chambers. She did it successfully but she was caught right before she could take anything with her,” Sevika explains, dropping down on the couch on the side of the room, taking the jar of alcohol in her hand before she takes a large sip and resumes talking, “Jinx caught up on her quickly though… she is quite fast and blends in easily. It took us and Marcus’ team of idiots to find her, and here we are now.”
“Silco, I just wanted to see—“
“You speak when you are spoken to,” his voice is curt and leaves no room for argument, but in your mind, you haven’t done anything to deserve such treatment. All you did was sneak into the city, eat some delicious food, and wander, but then your curiosity turned into a hunger for more…
“Has anyone else seen her? From the topside?” He circles you like prey, a deer caught in the headlights, and his icy star has your body shuddering — you like the way he looks at you when he is furious and ready to devour as if it excites you that he is angry with you.
“No, boss,” Sevika groans, rolling her shoulders as she stands up to approach you but Silco raises his hand before she can get any closer, “What? I can’t punish her with some punches now?”
“No, you can leave,” he says, looking up to the ceiling, “Jinx, out.”
“Nooooooo,” the blue-haired girl drops down on Silco’s table, groaning as she gets a warning glance from her father, “I wanted to watch this time! You always make me miss the fun!”
“Out, both of you.”
“But why?” Sevika asks, shrugging when Silco gives her a bothered glare in response.
“Because it seems our previous methods were to no use,” he says dismissively, “She is in need of a real and more… impactful lecture.”
“Urgh, fiiiine,” Jinx skips out of the room, Sevika following her outside, the door to Silco’s office shutting with a loud sound that echoes within the walls.
“What should I do with you now?” He asks himself approaching the couch while reaching for another cigarette to light as he leaves you on your knees in the middle of the room, “Hmm?”
“I haven’t done anything!”
“No, but you brought new Enforces inside my territory,” he drops down on the couch, crossing one leg over the other while he spreads his arms on the back of the cushions, “Not only you disobeyed our rules, you made those twats a danger to me. Now I have to talk with them to let you go as well.”
“It was fun, I will do it again anyway,” you spit back the words, giving him a cruse smile, “I enjoyed every second of it. The fact that I knew it would piss you off was enough for me to bring them near The Drops.”
“So you do this just to get a rise out of me,” he flickers his lighter, putting the thick leaf cigarette between his lips as he exhales a few times until a cloud of smoke rises from the tip of it, “Color me impressed.”
“Yeah, well, it shows how successful I was!” You shrug, now genuinely smiling at him, raising your eyebrows when his good eye twitches in fury, “What now? You want to sit me down and tell me how my father is making all the Shimmer you need and I should be grateful for what you are doing for me—“
“Come here.”
He cuts you off quickly, his cool tone never breaking as he orders you to get closer to him. And you do, gently standing up without any fuss and walking toward him slowly — you know you can get under his skin worse than now, which would be more fun for you, but the fear and excitement of not knowing what he is about to do to you is enough to make you bite your tongue.
“Get on your knees,” he says and spreads his legs, making room for you to sink down.
His gaze is enough to make you drop down immediately, he makes your legs weak by a simple command, and you both hate and love it. His free hand comes to rest on your head, petting your hair gently before threading his fingers between your locks, tugging on the roots harshly.
“Talk back one more time and I show you who you are talking to, brat,” you whine as he says the words through gritted teeth, his hot breath fanning on your face and for the first time you can see the flash of desire in his good teal eye.
“Who am I talking to exactly, Silco?” You crane your neck, biting the inside of your cheek as you stare at his lips, the soft lines on the flesh that are scolding you, “Does this turn you on?”
“I’ve been too lenient with you, silly girl,” he groans the words out, huffing out of his nose as he tries to forget about the restraining in his pants, and the mistake of fidgeting in his seat makes you look down and see the growing bulge.
You look up to his eyes, wide-eyed and parted lips and as soon as his eyes lock with yours he is fumbling with his belt and pulling your head closer to his crotch.
You watch with bated breath as he pulls his cock out; red, hot, hard, and licking with a hunger he has never experienced before.
“It’s time to put that mouth to good use.”
But he keeps you back from leaning down to take him in your mouth, instead, he grabs the base of his cock and starts stroking himself, his thick and long fingers wrapping deliciously around his girth as he keeps glaring down at you.
You open your mouth when he guides his red tip to your tongue, but this time, he slaps it on your soft muscle, letting you feel the weight of him before he drives himself into your waiting mouth, groaning when you struggle to breathe.
Silco knows he should have prepared you, but he has been too patient with your antics to give you the luxury of comfort. No, this is your punishment, the consequences of your immature behavior, the lecture he must give because you had the audacity to go behind his back once again.
He pulls you off of his cock, watching with a steely face as you cough and chases his weeping dick back inside your mouth while he smokes as if it is another boring meeting — but deep down, he is rioting against his logic, the senses and emotions taking the hold of his head finally.
He pushes you down slowly as you try to take every inch of him down your throat, hands coming up to rest on his covered thighs while he sets the pace and bobs your head up and down his shaft, throwing his head back as his soft exhales turn sharper.
“If your father could see you now, tsk,” he sneers, cocking his head to the side as he watches you struggle to fit him in your mouth, spit running down the sides of his dick, “His precious rebellious girl sucking off the Eye of Zaun for forgiveness.”
He chuckles lowly when you try to make a sound of protest, the noise ultimately dying in your throat when his hips start meeting your head’s movements, for once shutting you up completely.
His cock twitches down your throat, and immediately, he pulls you off, leaving strings of saliva attached from your mouth to him, creating a lewd scene that will forever be kept inside his mind.
“Bend over,” he tells you and pulls you up by your hair, draping you over his lap with your ass up and face squished against the cushions of the couch, “Silly slut, thinking you can make me lash out.”
He grabs the hem of your pants and drags them with your underwear, forcing the fabric down your legs until your bottom is completely bare to his starved eyes.
“Do you know how much money I have to waste on the Enforcers?”
*slap*
You yelp in surprise when he brings his palm down on your asscheek, back arching as you whine and dig your nails into the couch, biting your lip as the sting of the spank spreads through your flesh.
You love it; you love the attention, the punishment. His focus is only on you, and he knows you have done this to get to him, he is using it to his advantage, and you love it.
“Feeding them pretty lies,” *slap* “Making sure Marcus doesn’t get over his head,” *slap* “because another pathetic girl from the Lanes decided to have fun.”
“Sir, please—“ you whine so sweetly, begging him to take mercy on you, and he does because he is not yet done with you. Your lecture will be done when he sees fit, and now isn’t the time, especially not when he is enjoying this too much, cock throbbing and needy for a release.
“Please what?” His free hand comes to your hair again, tugging on the strands as he brings your face up and he leans down, blowing the smoke in his mouth on your face.
“I-I need you inside me, please, sir,” you look into his eyes with a desire unknown to mankind, only for him, only fading away if he indulges and fucks you, “I-I learned my lesson, please, give me more!”
“Go on then,” he leans back, dropping your head down on the couch before he spreads his arms once again, waiting for you to do all the work, “If you have learned how to please me, you will show me.”
“Yes, sir,” with a quick whisper you sit on your knees and straddle his lap, hissing as your sore flesh comes in contact with the rough fabric of his pants.
You reach between your bodied to line yourself up with your soaked entrance, moaning when you just realize how drenched you are — not surprised though, the roughness of him has always made your cunt drip with need but now it is soaking wet, absolutely loving the way he manhandled you earlier.
“Fuck,” he sighs when you lower yourself on him, taking him inch by inch, throwing your head back and digging your nails into his shoulders for support. He is filling you up so deliciously, the stretch makes it all better.
You slowly circle your hips, grinding yourself down on his cock to test the waters and when you find his masked face staring down at you with a look that screams get on with it and make the most of my time you pick up your pace, using his broad shoulders for leverage to bounce on him.
He takes a drag off his cigarette while his other hand comes to rest on your hip, his nails digging into the soft flesh the faster you move up and down, slamming yourself back to his narrow hips Intensely.
If people outside didn’t know what you were up to till now, then they definitely know how you cry out his name when the tip of his cock reaches deep inside your gummy walls, hitting that spot inside you that has your tongue lolling out of your mouth, making your body quiver with each movement.
“Finally fucked the brat out of you,” he groans this time, his sounds finally breaking through the surface. He drops his cigarette on the floor, crushing the burning tip with his boots before his other hand joins the other on your hip to keep your body secured before he starts thrusting up inside you.
With Silco’s cock hammering into your cunt, you drop forward, moaning wantonly in his ear as you take whatever he gives you, letting him use your hole as rough as he wants.
Then you feel it; the knot forming in your lower belly quickly, tightening with each drag of his veiny cock against your soft walls until it snaps and you gush around him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you try to move your hips to meet his fast-paced moves.
He groans, his salt and pepper hair falling out of the slicked back style as he fucks you with abandon as soon as he feels you tightening around him, his cock throbbing inside you before he follows you shortly. Silco comes with a shuddering groan, his cock pumping thick ropes of cum inside you while his hands bruise your hips with delight.
You both shiver and shake in each other’s arms, but as soon as he has recovered, he pulls you back and lies on the couch, grabbing his tie to hand it to you to clean yourself.
You watch as he stands up, tucks his limp cock back into his pants, and runs his finger through his hair to fix the hairstyle again, only glancing at you when he is composed and relaxed.
“Get ready,” he says with indifference, rounding his desk to sit down on his chair, “You have to train with Sevika.”