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[missaengg]

Dirty Little Sleazebag

Day 15 of Kinktober: Visions of Temptation hosted by @xxsycamore found here Featuring: Ikemen Prince | Silvio Ricci x f!reader Tags: mdni, smut, pwp, degradation/praise kink, dominant Emma, submissive Silvio, cunnilingus, p in v sex, multiple orgasms, tiny bit of fluff if you squint Prompts: Degradation/Praise Kink | “Beg me to be gentle.” A/N: Yay! Finally wrote one for Silvio!! ao3 link here.

“...Hah?!”

Silvio stared at you as if you had grown two heads, eyes wide in disbelief. You licked your lips, tentatively staring back. 

You wondered briefly if perhaps you had gone a little too far. You simply wanted a bit of payback for the way he relentlessly teased you the week before, bringing you to the edge of rapture without letting you taste it over and over again until you were writhing in his hands, begging for him to finish.

But the bewildered fury on his face was just too delicious to stop.

“I said, lick it, you rude, arrogant, sleazebag.”

You raised your knee higher from where you were kneeling above Silvio, your foot propped up on the pillow under him, the other knee kneeling by his head.

Silvio’s face contorted into an ugly scowl. “Lady, ya got some nerve tellin’ me what to do while insultin’ me.”

“I will do as I please.” You lowered yourself further in his face so that your cunt was all he could see. “Now, lick my fucking pussy like the good little slut you are.”

Silvio growled, incensed by your words, but he complied, pulling your lacy underwear to the side, sliding that sinful tongue of his up your slit. You shivered delightfully. He never could resist you, not when you were on display, wet, hot, and bothered for him.

“You like being told what to do, don’t you? You like tasting me with that dirty little mouth of yours?” you taunted him, relishing how every word out of your mouth riled him into an angry frenzy.

Silvio explored you like a man possessed. His tongue ran up and down your folds, his teeth nibbling on your tender skin. You bit back your moans, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how good his mouth felt. Not yet at least.

“That’s right, worship me with that filthy tongue.”

Silvio growled, roughly jerking your hips closer to his mouth causing your upright knee to buckle until you were practically sitting on his face.

“That’s a good boy,” you purred.

Silvio’s tongue darted along your entrance, flicking the entrance, teasing, but not entering. You frowned. He was trying to take control, but you weren’t going to let him. Not today.

“Fuck me with your tongue.”

Silvio clicked his tongue, his irate grumble audible even with his mouth full of your cunt. You dropped until you were smothering him, holding yourself there until you could hear him sputter before releasing.

“Ya tryin’ to kill me?!”

“I said, fuck me with your tongue.”

“I don’t have to listen to ya.”

You couldn’t see Silvio’s face from under you, but you knew him well enough to know he was glaring at you, a furious blush blooming across his cheeks.

“Is that so?” You pulled yourself up, swinging away from his eager mouth.

You grinned wickedly when Silvio groaned, the loss of your sweet cunt too much for him to bear. He desperately reached for your hips, which you held mockingly just out of reach.

Silvio let out a feral yowl, reminding you of a frustrated baby kitten. “Lady, will ya just come back here?”

“Not if you’re going to be a bad boy.”

You stifled the depraved giggle bubbling up your throat. Silvio’s face was scrunched together like a toddler throwing a tantrum, his need to taste you battling ferociously with his indignant displeasure. It was clear he didn’t know what to do when you flipped the script on him, when you were the one making the demands instead of needy pleas.

“Not a lick of charm,” he growled. “Lady–” You wagged your finger cutting him off. “Are you going to fuck me with your tongue?”

“...Yes,” Silvio conceded resignedly.

“Good boy.” You settled back over his waiting mouth. “Go on.”

Silvio didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled you towards him, diving his tongue into you eagerly as far as he could reach. You blissfully sighed. His tongue dragged along the sweet spot inside you that caused your legs to shake and your knees to buckle, and it took almost everything you had to remember to stay propped up on your knees so you didn’t smother him.

The strangled groans coming from Silvio pleased you.

“Fucking me so well with that dirty tongue… ngh… so eager for my sweet cunt,” you grunted, ripples of electricity buzzing through your belly. He was gulping rapidly, swallowing your arousal pooling into his mouth. The obscene noises coming from Silvio, the delicious tingles running up your spine tightened in your belly bolstering you to continue uttering the words tumbling from your mouth. “You like that, do you? Make your master cum… hah… you nasty arrogant boywhore.”

Silvio doubled his efforts, flicking your sweet spot repeatedly with his wet, writhing tongue. You threw your head back. The jolts were coming quickly, building into a tight feverish coil. You trembled, your muscles pulling taut, preparing for the snap of release.

“Faster,” you moaned, the sound coming from deep within your chest. “My filthy… little… whore.”

Silvio sucked hard and emitting a tantalizing, feral growl, nipped your clit, sending you over the edge. The coil snapped, and with a strangled cry, you let go, feeling the spasms of your ecstasy raining down your tense, roiling body. His tongue lapped the sweet, sticky juices spilling from your cunt, greedily catching every last drop.

Breathing heavily, you pushed yourself down along his torso until you straddled his waist.

“Such a good boy,” you cooed, futilely wiping the copious traces of you from his mouth with your thumb only managing to smear it even further against his lips. 

You gazed down at Silvio. His normally arrogant blue eyes were glazed over, unfocused and drunk off your pussy. You suppressed the urge to giggle and stroke his cheek. He looked so adorable lying there on the bed beneath you, flushed bright red, chest rapidly rising and falling. 

But you weren’t quite done with him yet.

“Sit up, back against the headboard.”

Silvio obeyed without a word, shifting into a sitting position with his back against the head of the bed. He reached for your waist, but you grabbed his wrists, stopping him before he could place his hands on you. Shaking your head, you positioned yourself over his lap, hovering with enough room so that his tip barely brushed your slit. His brows furrowed, the scowl returning between his eyes, irritated that he couldn’t pull you into his arms.

“Wha–” “Beg me to be gentle.”

“...Hah?”

You melted internally, hiding it under the dominating facade you projected. There was just something so darn cute about how frustratingly bewildered he looked when he uttered that expression, with his wide eyes and wrinkled brow. You could never get sick of it.

“Beg me to be gentle, you naughty boy.”

Silvio’s eyes narrowed, his mouth falling open. “Why–”

You didn’t let him finish. You rose, and without warning, slammed down heavily on his dick, until he was fully buried and your pelvis collided with his.

Silvio yelped, uttering a string of profanities. You would’ve smiled at his reaction, but you were too busy trying to hide your own wince, forgetting how much he could stretch you out if you took him too quickly.

“Woman–” “Beg me to be gentle.”

Silvio stared into your eyes, his brows still clenched together. “No,” he stubbornly snapped. “Would ya–”

You clicked your tongue. “Naughty, disobedient baby.” You pushed yourself off his lap until only his tip remained inside of you and then slammed down again, the sound of your bodies crashing together filling the bedroom.

Silvio choked, his eyes bugging out of his head. “Tch… Woman, you’re crazy,” he sputtered, stunned.

You darkly glowered at Silvio. You thought you’d gotten him to acquiesce, but if this was how he wanted to play, then so be it, you’d play. 

“Talking back to your master, forgetting your place. Can’t have that, can we?” you clucked mockingly. You grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of his head, roughly jerking his head back. “Your sole purpose in life is pleasing me, have you forgotten that?”

Silvio sharply exhaled, glaring at you with a frightening intensity. You glared back. You were certain that hiding under his furious indignant rage was a deranged thrill, you could see it smoldering beneath his glare. Silvio was much bigger and stronger than you. He could easily flip you onto your back and hold you down if he truly wanted to stop.

You dropped your voice to a menacing whisper. “Now, be a good little dog, and beg your master to be gentle.”

The two of you stared at one another, neither party willing to accede. It was a battle of wills, and you weren’t going to be the one to break.

“Be gentle,” Silvio lowly growled.

You smugly smirked. “You didn’t say please.”

“Be gentle… please,” Silvio mumbled.

“I couldn’t hear you.” “Be gentle with me please,” Silvio spat out.

“That’s my good dog. Let me reward you.” You kissed him, deep and demanding, claiming his lips in victory. “You’re going to take me, and you’re going to take me well, aren’t you?” “...Yes,” Silvio answered begrudgingly.

You clenched, rocking your hips against him, smirking at his sharp exhale. Placing your hands on the headboard on each side of Silvio’s head, you picked up the pace, viciously driving your hips into him.

“Do you want me to make you cum? Do you want my cunt to make you feel good?”

“...Yes.”

“Beg me to make you cum.” “Please…” Silvio licked his lips. “Please make me cum.”

Grinning wickedly, you rode him, elated at how his eyes fluttered closed, at the sweet guttural groans he uttered. Silvio reached for your waist again, but you swatted his hands away.

“No touching unless I tell you.” Silvio grumbled in protest, but you felt satisfied when you saw his fingers curl into the sheets instead, tightly clutching the fabric, rutting against you as best he could without leverage, matching your rhythm.

Your own hands gripped the headboard so tight your knuckles turned white. Silvio filled you so completely, you could feel him sliding along your sensitive flesh, your clit brushing against his pelvis with every gyration of your hips, spine-tingling waves of pleasure rolling through your heated body. You gasped, your breaths shallow and erratic. You were losing control, the facade of your dominance slipping, Silvio’s utterances of pleasure only adding to the intensity of the crashing waves.

“Cum– cum for me.” You squeezed your eyes shut, holding onto the last shreds of your resolve, knowing that if you came undone too quickly, he would win.

You felt Silvio tense beneath you. He was close, he was so close, you could feel it.

“Show me how– how much you love my sweet cunt, you– you– rude, flamboyant– asshole.”

With a strangled, guttural growl, Silvio unraveled, twitching as he spilled into you, arching his back and calling your name. You crashed your mouth to his, desperately seeking his lips, on the verge of your own unraveling.

Silvio wrapped his arms around you, burying his hands in your hair, burying his tongue in your mouth.

You burst, dissolving into a puddle of ecstasy, coming undone in crashing waves. 

Kissing Silvio gently, you pulled back just enough to look down into the eyes of the man who drove you insane. You sweetly smiled, brushing back his hair, all pretense of your revenge gone with your release.

“Enjoy that much?” you gently teased, trailing kisses from his forehead, down his nose, and to his lopsided grin.

“Woman, what in god’s name just happened?” Silvio nuzzled into your neck, placing a small peck to where he could feel your heartbeat.

You hummed, playing with the hair on the back of his head. “Just a bit of revenge, dearest.”

“Don’t ever do that again.” You chuckled. “Why? Cause you enjoyed it too much?” “Tch…” Silvio blushed, hiding his furiously red face into your shoulder. “I don’t think my heart can handle it.”

You burst into twinkling laughter, shaking in his arms. “We’ll see.”

“...Bitch...”

But you knew he didn’t mean it.

[missaengg]

One of my favorite scenes during Silvio’s route 🤣

Flustered Silvio ❤️

When I tell you I fell down from my chair laughing 🤣🤣 I actually did 💀

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

brain was doing the brainworm daydreaming thing again only this time it decided to have rio drop the funniest silvio nickname instead

"brojangles"

cause he's a bro and he be janglin

"tf you just call me?" "you heard me, brojangles"

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

Not me just recalling that "tesoro" (treasure) is a term of endearment in Italian*, and realizing that Silvio and Emma calling each other their treasure is twice as precious now. 🥹

* please see below *

* as per what I've learned. take with a grain of salt. i'm a spanish speaker first and foremost lol,, hola, ¿que tal?

always been interested in languages and been trying to intake some italian again thanks to online friends and my totally healthy obsession with silvio. but hey, it overrode the terrible memories i had of learning it with someone who backstabbed me, so at may least there's a plus! :D

[missaengg]

Starting to realize I may have a size kink…

"I don't have a size kink." I say, staring longingly at massive men twice my size that could rip me in half with their bare hands.

[redheadkittys]

He's not my boi but damn if he's not fine