Scandalous - ughthisisntright - Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021) [Archive of Our Own] (2024)

Heat.

Wet.

Breathing.

That’s your entire world as Silco’s lips travel down your abdomen, licking and biting and sucking seemingly every inch of your skin. All it feels like to you is fire. Little pinpricks of flame blooming everywhere, dripping down and pooling in your core. Silco knows what he's doing to you.

The shower water runs cooler as the time passes, water dripping down each of your tired, aching bodies. You’d each finished the process of cleaning yourselves and soon got lost in the sensations of your pruney fingers against each other’s skin. Your desperate whines and his soothing hums of approval echoed in the small shower stall you both occupied.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, whimpering at every connection of his lips to your smooth skin. The scar on his lip drags deliciously across your stomach. His calloused fingers dig into the flesh of your hips, pulling you down further and coaxing more delectable noises from your throat.

You feel his hard co*ck running against your thigh as he maneuvers your body. He returns his lips to yours in a biting kiss. Teeth and tongue. Spit and desperate gasps as his hips rut against yours for the sweet relief that the friction can bring. He moves in circles, grunting like an animal in heat as he rubs his co*ck against your depraved cl*t.

And yet, the friction isn’t enough for you.

You feel the weight of him shift off you and your eyes fly open. He brushes the hairs from his face, abdomen seemingly rippling with each wave of water that falls over him. You rake your eyes from his proud and erect co*ck all the way up to his one, piercing teal eye. The pupil of which was blown wide with lust. He almost seems entirely demonic with the darkness of his eyes now. A shudder of excitement shakes your body.

He wraps a hand around himself and pumps a few times, licking his lips before tilting his head back to lean against the tile of the shower. He lets out a strangled groan as his hand works over the sensitive head, thumb swiping over the very tip and then caressing back down the length. You watch as he twitches in his own hand. He then pushed himself to the hilt through the grip of his hand, his co*ck fully unsheathed and painfully hard.

He finally brings himself back to the moment, looking at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Your hunger and burning ache between your legs cause a ringing in your ears as he speaks, but you still catch the words as they drip from his lips.

“Touch yourself for me,” he breathed.

You drop to the tile just to the side of the water’s spray. You spread your legs wide, planting your feet on the floor of the shower. You spread your puss* lips wide for him. He looks down on you with his mouth agape and chipped teeth bared ever so slightly. You slide two delicate fingers over your sensitive slit, letting out a short whimper. You dip your fingers into the slick of your weeping hole and drag it up and over your cl*t.

The whole time, Silco is gripping his co*ck with a concerning amount of force. You notice how his jaw clenches and releases every so often. Almost in time with the small circles you draw on your cl*t. You look up at him, eyes lidded with pleasure, and bite your lip sensually. sh*t, you look straight out of a p*rno.

Your nipples stiffened to little peaks, chest heaving, and fingers working diligently and delicately over your c*nt. You grunt and whine as you pick up the pace slightly. You know he wants you to cum for him like this. And you know he’s going to cum for you like that. It’s all a lustful dance you’re doing.

You’re the one to let out the first cry of pleasure. Silco had been holding back since your first swipe over your folds. He chuckles darkly in response to your outburst. You can only feel the bass of his voice reverberating off the walls of the shower, the deep tone making even the slightest bit of vibration for your throbbing puss*. You whimper softly and very aggressively plunge two fingers inside yourself.

“Holy sh*t,” you gasp.

“Just like that, my lovely,” he coaxes. “I love watching you f*ck yourself.”

You can feel your end rapidly approaching. You always know how you want it, after all. Both hands working inside of you and your cl*t, you bump your head back against the wall and let out another unbridled cry of ecstasy. Silco has taken to pumping himself aggressively, f*cking his fist more than he was jerking himself off.

Silco’s ragged breaths can be heard now over the running of the water. You can feel the little synapses of pleasure beginning to fire off. Heat gets closer and closer to the tip of your fingers. Silco’s hips snap sharply against his hand. You’re both close.

But at the last second, a move you don’t expect, he drops down to his knees. The water beats against his back as he flips you onto your knees. Your fingers leave your c*nt and are quickly replaced by his aching co*ck.

He grips your hips tightly, setting a relentless pace as he f*cks into you from behind. On all fours in the shower, you’re no good for anything except bumping back against his hips as he ruins you. You then feel him bend over your back, a hand snaking around to rub and pinch at your cl*t. At the new sensation, you shriek in pleasure. Your release comes tumbling ever nearer, slick walls squeezing his co*ck with every drag.

His breath hitches, his hips stutter, and his grip falters as he thrusts inside you one last time, buried to the bottom, and shoots thick, hot spurts of his cum deep inside you. You cum as he pulses inside you, shuddering and whining as wave after wave of pleasure wash over your still-tired body. White-hot pleasure clouds your vision as your arms give out. Silco is quick to respond, catching you before you fall face-first against the tiles.

And then, it’s all soft towels, warm blankets, and cold water to drink. The tender way which Silco held you in bed is perfectly juxtaposed with the possessive way he looked at you in the shower. You count the circles he drew on your skin, make note of the other shapes he draws, and feel the rise and fall of his chest against your head as it lays there. You can’t remember a better feeling.

And you’d chase it as long as you lived.