Hello!!!! I recently just finished Nicky Valentino Chapters and let me just say it was so good!!! I love this man so so so MUCH!!!! He makes my heart flutter so much!!! 🥰💖😍 Can I get a story request for Nicky Valentino x female Mc were they take a romantic trip to Nickys private beach? Thank you so much!
Nicky has literally stolen my heart. I have replayed all of his chapters so much. Who doesn’t want a 20s mob boss to sweep them off their feet?
Warnings: fluffy beach stuff
Reader’s pronouns: she/her (though honestly the gender of the reader isn’t really mentioned in this)
“Are you sure this isn’t a fudge brownie? Cause it’s tasting a whole lot like a fudge brownie.” You grimaced. He used the voice. The damn puppy voice. You should’ve known that he would do something like this as soon as you suggested this little game of yours. You probably should have been tipped off at the very beginning. He didn’t try to pout his way out the blindfold aspect of it. And the fact that he didn’t protest when you insisted on holding his blindfold taut around that “big ‘ole head of his” was suspicious from the start.
You didn’t know whether to call him resourceful or petty. Probably both. You could tell by that perfectly smug little smirk he dawned that if he pressed on a little further he’d have you right where he wanted you. You were convinced that you’d be damned if you let that happen, completely forgetting your blatant soft spot for the man.
“Ay! Careful with the eyes there gorgeous, I only got two of em!”
“Ah shit baby! Sorry!” Your gaze immediately softened as you let your fingers drift from the red fabric to cup his cheeks worriedly. He was pouting at you from behind the blindfold, obviously enjoying every second of your attention. A lovely deviation from the frustration you had displayed throughout your game. You couldn’t understand how he was so good at this game! True his food palate was impressively extensive, but you deliberately chose foods that you were sure he hadn’t heard of!
“I don’t know...you’ve been acting all goofy this entire time. Denying your man that pretty smile of yours. You can’t be all that sorry, especially if I’m still blindfolded.” He whined, playfully taking a chomp at one of your fingers.
“Nicholas!” You squealed at him, trying in vain to wriggle your hand from the clutches of your annoyingly playful boyfriend. “We’re supposed to be having a relaxing day on the beach!”
“We were!” He protested, deciding to momentarily halt his nibbling, instead pulling you closer to him to make a chance at escape damn near impossible. “You were the one who decided to try that taste guessing game! Then you got all sore when I was better at it!”
You placed your free hand over your heart, inhaling an unnatural amount of oxygen to create what was surely the most over dramatic gasp of the decade. “You are NOT better at it! You were probably cheating!”
“Oh I was the one cheating? Then what, pray tell, is this!” In one fluid motion he ripped the blindfold from his head and pointed to the last dish he had been guessing. “A fudge brownie! It’s a fudge brownie! I knew it! You liar! I know a damn fudge brownie when I taste one!”
“I-I it’s not!” You struggled to formulate a believable response under his teasing gaze. “It’s technically a double chocolate chip brownie!” You mumbled, knowing by now that you had been found out. You probably even made it worse for yourself.
“Well that’s a whole lotta bull. That really only digs you deeper into the whole you already dug for yourself, doll. Not that I’m complaining too much. After all, now you get to face the wrath of Nicky Valentino.”
“The wrath of Nicky Valentino?” You deadpanned. What an utterly ridiculous man you’ve fallen in love with.
“The wrath of Nicky Valentino!” He moved to grip your shoulders to lightly jostle you along with every word he spoke. “Wise guys from all over the States tremble at the very mention of the wrath of Nicky Valentino!”
“Oh really now?” You teased, peeling his hands from their place on your shoulders. “It’s a damn good thing I ain’t no wise guy then, ain’t it?”
“Nah. That just means you got it worse, hun. I love you and I live with you, I laugh with you and I cry with you. I know exactly what makes you tick.” The smirk he’d been growing throughout his little “speech” only widened when yours started dropping. He had you cornered.
“Nicky…” You warned. “Nicky don’t you dare…”
Not even a second later you were pinned to the ground and squirming desperately as the cursed man went right for your weak spots.
“Tickling is low, I admit. But don’t forget that you started this! I’m just ending it, you rascal!” Your squeals and pleas only egged him on.
Your laughter wasn’t a rare occurrence. Not at this time and not at this beach. But it never failed to make Nicky’s heart beat just a little faster.
He’d ought to be more wary in the future, though. One thing that was worse than the wrath of Nicky Valentino was the revenge of (Y/n).
