𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄<𝟑 .ᐟ (Pre-Murkoff/SlightlyDomestic AU!Franco Barbi X GN!Reader -SFW!!)
Summary: Franco comes to visit his favorite person to destress from the day
Just a heads up!! Franco may be OOC!! (Sorry, I haven't written Canon X Reader in over 5 years) // I believe Franco will call people “mommy” regardless of gender // Reader is implied to have been a sex worker before Franco; they now work at a local diner! // I wanted to give the Reader a vibe of being scared yet in love with Franco!! // Possessive Franco? // I don't really know anything else to put, but if you do, please tell me!! I don't want to mess up!
WC: 2.2K (sorry for any misspellings/grammar issues—I’m trying to warm up to writing up again)
“Mmm, look at you. Always knowin’ just what a man needs after a long fuckin’ day. Dontcha, amore?”
Franco’s voice quickly fell into a hushed manner as he enthusiastically dropped to his knees and began to crawl his way towards you eagerly. Hands below him, knees on the floor, and Lupara left behind with a loud thud that had caused you to flinch and immediately ignite your focus onto him. You watched as he moved forward, making his way to where you were seated within seconds. It was a sight for sure, but it was one that you had learned not to react negatively towards, now grown rather fond to it.
When he had finally gotten close enough, he pressed his head into the lap of his lover, shoving his face into your clothes as he inhaled your scent like a hound while silently whispering, begging for a gentle caress from you.
You knew better than to disobey his words, and your hands immediately went to work. The action itself led to him being entitled enough to let out a low groan of satisfaction. The stress of today was clearly rolling off as it felt as though the weight of his body increased against you, along with his shoulders shuddering while he practically took over your lap.
He was enjoying the way your fingers traced along his larger cranium, gliding across the skin with ease before allowing your nails to gently play with the patches of blonde hair, twirling and curling a few strands at a time as you overlooked the bald spots littered throughout.
This was becoming an intimate moment. After all, it was just the two of you, together, almost as though the outside world didn't matter through the walls that had surrounded you. This was a moment like many others, and would hopefully never be the last.
A closed smile reached your lips as you remembered the first time something like this had happened. With him pressing his weight against you, mewling for affection in a quiet whisper. It was the very thing that had saved you.
You were terrified, beyond intimidated by the man child before you. He wasn't your usual customer by far, but he did pay a rather large sum, enough to make you push past your fear of him. What he wanted was quick and easy, and it was surprisingly not in a sexual context; he just needed to be taken care of, and nothing else for that night. And you did just that.
But it didn't end just there.
He threatened to kill you multiple times if you had ever brought up that sensitive interaction to anyone else, especially to anyone who knew him personally.
Yet, he came back again and again, with you slowly warming up to him each time. It came to a point where you didn't even need to work that job anymore to make ends meet, to carry on something far more civilized instead.
But that didn't mean you stopped seeing him; if anything, it became more common.
Now, you still go to him when he needs you, even without the promise of the payments, becoming so well acquainted with the mobster to the point where he feels as though he can just freely come to see you at any time he’d like, not that you were complaining.
He took advantage of that, coming to see you while you were at your new job, now a (waiter/waitress) at the local diner. He comes to visit you when he's off a “job,” or so he likes to call it, and spends hours in what is now considered his personal booth, just loving the way you take care of him.
And after he's done eating, done with being satisfied by you? He leaves a large wad of cash as a personal tip for taking such good care of him.
It was this trust that he built within you that caused you to stay within arm's length of him, just as he wanted you to be. Just as he needed you to be, and if you had any ideas of tryna leave him? He can strip that cash just as fast as he gave it to ya. But he wouldn't, just as long as you stuck to your role.
So there was nothing to be scared of… For the most part, anyway.
Most of the time, your touch alone was enough to calm the Italian man from his usual crazed state caused by his “job”. Sometimes it took more than a touch; other times, less. It seemed like all he needed now was to be held by you to release the stress from the day.
This time with you after all, was a sweet, delicate moment with his “Mommy.” He now only acted delicately like this with you, as the mob life—his father—would’ve crushed him otherwise.
Not to say he completely masked himself all of the time, but you didn't see that part; just how cruel he can truly be?
One of his leather gloved hands continued to grip tightly onto the side of your leg, squeezing it gently to get a touch before rubbing the material of your (pants/skirt) between his fingers. He held on tight, almost as though the moment may come to an end at any point.
With one hand remaining busy, the other hand began to move upward, towards his face. He turned his head to the side, just enough for his thumb to slip into his mouth, his lips now wrapping around the finger as he sucked on it gently for comfort in the moment of peace.
From the angle that you were looking down at him, he seemed so innocent.
So soft. So sweet.
He was almost like a wingless, innocent putto cuddled in your lap. The warmth in your chest grew at the sight causing your fingers to continue playing with him, grazing all around his head with a soft hum, leaving you.
He didn't appear to match the whispers that you had heard about him in the diner when he wasn't around. It was hard to ignore the talks of your customers. Leading you to hear about what the others say about all the things he had done, all the horrors he had committed.
You heard about them well before you knew him personally as well. It's what made you hesitant with him at first.
People spoke as though he were a devilspawn. They chatted about his work while sipping hot coffee, naming the atrocities he committed for his father’s approval. It was sickening to hear, almost unbelievable. Almost.
You didn't know whether it was luck or something entirely else, but he rarely showed you that side of himself. Not lately, at least.
He did have his moments, sure, but you could only chalk that up to being your own fault when you slipped. So as long as you played your part, as long as you continued to care for him, he had no reason to give up the fantasy. And if he ever had to… It would never be without warning.
He finally shifted once more, moving so that he could ultimately look up at you, well, more like one of his soft blue eyes stared at you while the other drifted off just slightly. It was endearing to say the least, but you knew his focus was on you either way.
All you could do was simply smile at him, continuing to twirl his hair around your fingers as you were almost tempted to lean down to press a gentle kiss on his head. You thought he’d love that just as much as you would, but you refrained out of hesitation, thinking he might have something else in mind.
He took notice of your hesitation, perhaps picking up on that fact by the way your own eyes looked down at him like that. You were being coy, something that would've gotten on his nerves if you were anyone else. But you weren't someone else. You were the only person he could find comfort in.
So removing his thumb from his mouth with a satisfying popping noise, he allowed for a cocky smirk to fall into place.
“Such a good lookin’ face, keepin’ itself all the way up there. C’mon now… Bring it down. Kiss me.”
He ordered with a slight bark as he took the initiative; pushing his knees harder into the ground. While simultaneously using the hand that was previously resting on your leg to elevate himself upwards, just enough so that you wouldn't have to crane yourself too much to give him the much-wanted mutual affection.
He was basically doing all the work for you, as he saw it. And all you needed to do was give him what he wanted, what he deserved after such a long day—that stunning little face of yours.
Words were left unspoken as you nodded softly, knowing what to do. And so by obliging, you began to shift some in the seat in order to push yourself away from the back of it. Franco didn't seem phased by the movement, his grip still tight on your thigh as his patience was beginning to run a little thin. If he wanted ya, he'd want it right then and there.
Now, sitting up properly, you finally started to lean downward to meet him halfway. Your hand finally moved once more on his head, fingers now beginning to trail to the backside of it, pushing past his dark golden locks until they rested close to his nape, staying there as though to help steady yourself.
The warmth of his skin on your palm was already addicting enough, but now to have his lips so close? You would be lying to say that the thought didn't excite you. His kisses were always the highlight of your interactions. To you, they showed unspoken companionship. But to him? Ownership.
Your lips soon met, and though you met him with a gentle kindness, he came with the force of possessiveness. His lips crashed into yours with the excitement of a dog barely able to control itself. Teeth clashed faintly, leaving a slight discomforting feeling, but the emotional drive behind it was worth it.
Closing your eyes, you leaned further in, breathing through your nose as lightly as possible as your heartbeat began to grow erratic.
A gloved hand suddenly reached for your face, making you jump slightly in your seat due to the suddenness of it. Fingers began cupping both sides of your cheeks enough to push out your lips so that he could continue to shove his lips into yours.
You felt the coolness of drool from his mouth earlier, now on the side of your cheek. He must not have wiped his glove off before grabbing you, smearing his spit across your skin in the moment of need, but it mattered little now.
He may not have been the best kisser, as he was more sloppy and even more eager than anything else, but you were more than satisfied with the fondness you grew for him. And Franco was more than happy to keep what was his close.
As much as you loved to feel his lips on yours, you were the first to pull back, needing more air than what your nose had allowed you to have. It felt as though your lungs were now burning, begging for air from the heat.
Inhaling some, you finally opened your eyes once more to look at him. However, it was a little bit of a shock to catch him already staring at you. Just waiting for you to come down again.
On the upside, his eyes held a certain warmth as they were nearly blown wide with a slight flush of his cheeks now being bled to his ears.
He looked as though he was almost lost, like he was still in a daze from the kiss, as though it had rattled something loose in his head. But soon, a proud smile followed onto his face, his two front teeth prominently showing as he removed his hand from your cheeks to finally push himself to his feet, using your legs as leverage as he had done previously.
Now looking over you, a dangerous glint struck in his eyes as he trailed up and down at you in the seat. You could only stare at him now, blinking innocently as you took him in just as much as he did. You both were simply admiring the view, and Franco seemed to enjoy this as a quiet laugh stiffed out of him.
He was the one to lean down this time, bringing himself closer to your face until you were only mere centimeters apart, his breath hot against your face.
“Careful… If you keep lookin’ at me like that, and I might forget how polite a gentleman I’m tryin’ to be, sweetness.”
It sounded more like a tease than a threat. A tease that only you could push forward for… If you wanted to, that is.
Ahh!! I hope you guys enjoyed it!! Please give me feedback and if you’d like more! Like I said I am a little rusty about this but I may continue working on this silly billy if others would like me too!!
