#sugar daddy silco physically kills me

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Hey I think your stories are amazing and I was wondering if you could write sd Silco because ou know better than an of us how to make it realistic? You of course dont need to. Thank you!

summary.    mob boss silco wants to finically support you. do you accept his offer?

a/n.      lol idk about 'realistic' but enjoy a fanfic's length of hcs (1.6k words? wack!) that somehow morphed into a loosely tied together plot. also take this playlist as an apology for the long wait.

silco’s new to the lifestyle and that’s ok, so are you. but at least you did your research, learning the terminology and unwritten rules of the trade. at your first meeting, silco made an apprising sweep of your body, lit his cigar, and said, “hm. alight. on your knees.” before you could even shake his hand.

you aren’t aware of his occupation as he was rather vague. Only mentioning that he was part of an organization that dealt with community welfare. you joked that it sounded like a cover for the mafia. he laughed back, “no, i’m not italian.”

aside from expecting head at the m&g, you are surprised by his chivalry; opening doors, holding your purchasers, helping you put on your coat, even walking on the outside of traffic. if things were different, then maybe...

no. stop. you're not about to become a cliche and fall for your sugar daddy. this is strictly business.

he comes across as boujee, adorn with versace and yves saint laurent but his apartment is nearly barren and pantry is stocked with generic brands and he eats at wendy’s (wendy’s of all places) once a month when visiting his daughter.

she’s studying to be a mechanical engineer. he asks if you’re planning on advancing your own education. college was never an option for him but he’d be open to help fund yours.

really doesn’t like being called a ‘sugar daddy’. if you must call him something and ‘boss/client’ is too detached, spoiling partner will suffice.

and spoil you he does. anything you want you get, but you have to ask for it. you have to be reminded that he is your main source of cashflow.

he wants be mutually exclusive, tho you may have a partner outside of the relationship, he doesn't want you working for other daddies. which works out perfectly for you because you don't think you could balance more than one + the idea of him having another baby on the side sends you in a fit of jealousy and despair.

you're also not allow to maintain another job while under his employment, as it cuts into his time with you and he likes you reliant on him for support.

you’re always paid in cash; a stack of hundreds with a creased fifty acting as a band. you’ve never seen him use a credit card.

on top of your allowance, he frequently takes you shopping. silco rushes you straight to the changing room while personally picking out clothes for you to model. he seems to have a thing for pinstripes...

sometimes an outfit he selects hangs off your body just right and he corners you back into the fitting room, locking the door behind him.

he’s a selfish fucker. never forget your a hole he’s paying to fuck as he pleases.

if you’re in this profession for instant gratification you better get out. he doesn’t let you cum once while in public.

he finishes in your mouth and tells you not to swallow until you leave the store.

it’s when you get home he rewards you for due diligence through body worship. his favorite position is on his knees with his arms wrapped around you legs, face buried in your lap. silco works his way up slowly, languid kisses turn to love bites while his hands melt away your tension. he gives you control. "choose a number." that's how many times he'll make you cum before even going near positions that he can cum in. it's all about reverence.

you're allow to spend the night and even extended stays but he doesn't want you to live with him. that's too much like a relationship and this is strictly business.

silco's primary tv usage is news and business related channels, leaning more heavily towards local news outlets. he does fill up the dvr with episodes of breaking bad and game of thrones bc everyone around him keeps raving about them. he'll put them on as background noise while fucking you.

he sleeps with a piece under his pillow. he has a spare for when he stays at your place, you just don't know.

while under his employment, silco has always taken care of you. never late on a payment, readily takes you wherever you want to go (ya'll just got back from a relaxing weekend trip to the coast), even bought you a car. tho it's in his name...for tax reasons, he claimed. so you don't push the subject of his work too much. no point in ruining a good thing.

and what a good thing this arrangement between you two is! you're not the only one who's been spoiled in the relationship.

silco never expected to find you so engaging and with a smile that he enjoys so much. it's nearly addictive. he feels-- something when you smile and hates himself for it. you're just some person he hired to fuck.

but when he touches himself it's your face he see, your voice he hears, and your underwear he sniffs that sends him over the edge.

damn fucking shame he has to screw things up.

thursday comes and you have a doctors appointment. something you told silco ahead of time and he signed off on. but as you wait for the nurse to call your name, you get a call from silco "drop you location."

he knows better than to mix business and pleasure but for the last week he's been over worked, fighting a migraine and has had an overwhelming need to feel your lips stretched wide around his prick.

if he rushes, he can have you suck him off in the car then drop you off at his place before his meeting.

his blood pressure immediately lows when he sees you coming outside. he tells you to get in the car and when you grow hesitant--stalling with questions--he offers you half a week's allowance for this one session.

never before has he seen you run so fast. he exhales sharply, gripping the steering wheel tighter. this is strictly business.

he doesn't give you time to buckle up before slamming on the gas. his hand weaves its way into your hair, yanking your head to his crotch. his message crystal clear.

on the way he hits a pothole and hisses when your performance suffered from it. then refuses to let you stop even when a cop pulls him over for reckless driving. his iron grip keeps your lips firmly planted around the base of his prick as he sorts things out with the officer.

a flash of his id with payment is all it takes to make the problem go away. but it ate away too much from his time and he's forced to drive past his place if he wants that sweet release and make it to his meeting on time.

he finally cums somewhere at the cross section of 52nd street and loban avenue. with no instructions to hold it, you choke and swallow and recoil back in your seat. once you gain some composure you begin spitting questions left and right. none of them he can answer without opening the floodgates for more questions.

this was a bad idea.

"i'll explain everything when we get home," after he's had time to collect his thoughts and regroup his focus on you. "but for now, I need your silence."

you feel like a little kid. the analogy reaching new heights when he parks in front of an old laundromat and gives you explicated instructions to stay put. the locked doors only adding salt to the injury.

sevika is waiting for him inside. she gives him a briefing of what couldn't be said over the phone while guiding him into a secret cellar hidden behind the manger's office.

"one more thing..."

silco's muscles jerk instantaneously, "what?"

"he came with them."

silco turns to her for verification, then to his car with you still in idle. he should have never brought you. "when was his arrival?"

"about an hour ago. and he ain't happy about the wait."

"are the chembarons there as well?"

"yes, sir."

alright. he knows what needs to be done.

your eyes widen when you see sevika stalking towards you. they only get bigger when she gets in the driver's seat despite your best efforts to keep the doors locked.

obvious questions plummet out of your gape mouth: who are you, what are you doing, get the hell out of this car!

"all you need to know is that silco told me to take you home. so stop wasting my time and tell me your address."

not believing her for a second you start to get out of the car, "i want to talk to silco."

that's when she pulls a gun on you. "sit down."

you sit.

"tell me your address."

you tell her.

sevika doesn't withdraw the gun from you until she's barreling through the streets, back to your home.

stupid stupid. you curse yourself. you should have gotten out when you could. now you're stuck in a car with a possible criminal who now knows your address and silco-- oh gosh, silco!!

what happen to him? was he ok? you don't dare try to use your phone while under sevika's watch.

you have her drop you off at your apartment's main office. where there are witnesses and security cameras.

the second she pulls away, you call silco.

straight to voicemail.

you leave a heated voicemail that extends pass the recording limit. so you leave a second one telling him to call you back right away.

it's late in the night when he returns you call. he whispers you name and you sigh back his, so happy to hear his voice again.

"i no longer require your services,"

"what?"

"you will receive a month's allowance as severance."

"no no no no. silco what's going on? i don't understand, can yo--"

"do not attempt to contact me again."

"but i--"

he ends the call.

not one to give up easily, you call him back.

sorry, but the number you have dialed has been disconnected or is no longer in service. good bye.