The Many, Many Times Ezio Auditore Was Denied the Pleasure of Fucking You.
A/n: well he got it in the end 🤣 Let me know if ya'll want the actual full smut
I. The Library, After Sunset
The Villa Auditore had finally fallen quiet. The servants had retired. Maria had kissed her childrend goodnight and retreated to her chambers with a book. Giovanni was still in his study, but the door was shut, and the candlelight beneath it had dimmed to a sleepy flicker. Federico had gone to the tavern. Claudia was visiting a friend in the city and sweet little Petruccio was asleep in his bed. For once...for once, there was no one to interrupt you both.
You were pressed against the heavy oak of the library table, your back arched over a stack of old maps that had long since ceased to matter. Ezio stood between your thighs, his hands gripping your hips with a desperation that bordered on painful. His belt was already unbuckled, his breeches hanging low on his hips.
"Finalmente," he growled against your throat, his breath hot and ragged. "I thought this night would never come."
You didn't answer. You couldn't. His mouth had found that spot behind your ear, the one that turned your knees to water and his fingers were working at the laces of your bodice with practiced, impatient tugs. The cool air of the library kissed the swell of your breasts as he pulled the fabric down, and his groan was low and animal when he saw you.
"Dio santo," he breathed, palming the heavy curve of your chest. "Every time I see you, I want you more. It is a curse."
You laughed breathlessly, tangling your fingers in his dark hair. "Then break the curse tonight, Ezio. No more waiting."
He didn't need to be told twice.
His mouth descended on your nipple, hot and wet, and your head fell back against the parchment. His hand slid down your belly, past the waistband of your skirt, slipping between your legs with a roughness that made you gasp. He found you slick and ready as he pressed two fingers inside you with a growl of satisfaction.
"Look at you," he muttered against your skin. "Wet for me. Wanting me. Finally."
You whimpered, rocking your hips against his hand. "Then fuck me already, Ezio."
He laughed, low, dark, absolutely filthy and pulled his fingers out to suck them clean. His eyes never left yours. Then he was reaching for his cock, stroking himself once, twice, before guiding the head to your entrance.
"Finalmente," he sighed again, and began to push....
The door flew open.
"EZIO! COME QUICKLY! THE VENEZIAN— OH."
Claudia Auditore stood frozen in the doorway, her hand still raised from where she had thrown open the door. Her eyes went wide. Her mouth dropped open. She saw everything, your bare breasts, Ezio's cock half-sheathed between your thighs, the frantic scramble of limbs as the two of you tried to separate.
"CLAUDIA!" Ezio roared, yanking up his breeches with such haste that he nearly tripped over his own feet. "What is the meaning of this?!"
"I—" Claudia's face burned crimson. "There's a messenger from Venezia. He says it's urgent. Father sent me to fetch you."
You were already pulling your bodice back into place, your face hot with embarrassment and frustration though you couldn't help but snort at her statement. The wetness between your thighs was starting to cool, and the ache of being so close..so close was almost unbearable.
Ezio was swearing under his breath in rapid-fire Italian, a string of curses that would have made a sailor blush. He was buckling his belt with violent jerks, his cock still painfully hard beneath the fabric.
"This is not over," he hissed at you, his eyes blazing with promise. Then he stormed out after Claudia, leaving you alone in the library with a throbbing clit and a ruined orgasm.
II. The Garden, The Next Evening
You had resolved to be patient. Ezio was a busy man, a Master Assassin, a leader, a brother, a son. His life was not his own.
But when he found you in the garden at twilight, among the roses that Maria had planted with such care, the resolve crumbled like old plaster.
He came up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist, his cock pressing insistently against the curve of your ass. He was already half-hard, and the way he ground against you made your knees weak.
"The messenger," you said, your voice barely a whisper. "Was it important?"
"Cazzo, no." He bit your earlobe gently. "Some merchant who thought he saw a Templar in the market. A waste of my time. But now I have time. We have time. Everyone is occupied."
He turned you around, walking you backward until your spine hit the stone wall of the garden alcove. The ivy was cool against your skin. His mouth was hot against yours. He tasted of wine and desperation.
His hands found your skirts, bunching the fabric up around your hips. He didn't bother with your bodice this time, he simply pushed your undergarments aside and slipped his hand between your thighs. You were already wet. So wet.
"Mia cara," he groaned, feeling the evidence of your desire. "You have been thinking about this all day, yes? Thinking about me? About my cock inside you?"
"Yes." your breath catching as he rubbed your clit with his thumb.
"Good," he said, and there was something dark and possessive in his voice. "Because I have been thinking of nothing else."
He lifted you. Your legs wrapped around his waist. Your back scraped against the rough stone, but you didn't care. You could feel him, the thick head of his cock pressing against your entrance, the promise of what was to come.
He lined himself up. You held your breath.
And then.. ( of course )
"EZIO! MARIA SAYS DINNER IS....DIO MIO. "
Federico.
Of course it was Federico.
His older brother stood at the entrance to the alcove, a grin spreading across his face that was entirely too amused. He had the audacity to cross his arms and lean against the archway, as if he had all the time in the world.
"Mio fratello," Federico said, his voice dripping with mock concern. "I did not realize you were... ..gardening."
"Fottiti, Federico." Ezio's voice was strangled. He hadn't let you down yet, but his grip on your thighs was trembling. "Go away. Now."
"Mother will be displeased if you miss dinner again. She made your favorite, the ossobuco." Federico's grin widened. "But I see you have already found something to eat."
"I will kill you."
"Later." Federico gave a lazy wave. "Dinner first. Come, fratellino. The food grows cold."
Ezio let out a roar of frustration that echoed off the garden walls. He set you down with a gentleness that contradicted his rage, his hands lingering on your hips for just a moment.
"Wait for me," he said, his voice rough. "I will return. I swear it."
He didn't return.
Dinner stretched into evening, and evening into night. By the time Giovanni cornered him for a debriefing, and Maria insisted on an hour of music, and Federico kept finding excuses to follow him, the night was gone.
You fell asleep alone, your hand between your thighs, imagining his touch.
III. The Rooftops, Two Days Later
Ezio was losing his mind.
You could see it in the way he moved, jittery, restless, his eyes constantly scanning for threats that were not Templars but rather his own family. He had taken to dragging you onto the rooftops at odd hours, seeking privacy among the chimneys and tiled roofs of Monteriggioni.
"I cannot take this anymore," he said, his voice strained. He had you pressed against a chimney stack, the sun setting behind him, painting the sky in shades of orange and red. "Every time I try to be with you, someone appears. It is like a curse. A curse."
A snort escaped your lips as you tilted your head towards him. "Maybe we should just give up," you suggested, though the words tasted bitter. "Wait until everyone leaves for Firenze next week."
"No." The word was fierce. "I will not wait another week. I will not wait another day." He dropped to his knees.
You gasped as his hands pushed up your skirt, his mouth finding the inside of your thigh. He kissed a trail up your skin, his beard scratching deliciously, until his breath was hot against the damp fabric of your undergarments.
"If I cannot fuck you," he said, his voice muffled, "then I will taste you. And no one will interrupt this."
He pulled your underclothes aside with his teeth.
The first stroke of his tongue against your clit made you moan, your knees buckling. He caught you, holding you steady against the chimney, his mouth working with a desperate, hungry rhythm. He was not gentle, he was ravenous. He licked and sucked and bit, his fingers digging into your hips, his groans vibrating against your flesh.
You were close. So close. The pleasure was building, coiling in your belly, and you tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled him closer.
"Ezio..." you whimpered. "I'm going to—"
"EZIO! WHERE ARE YOU? THE TEMPLARS—"
Your release shattered into a gasp of frustration as Ezio tore his mouth away from you with a sound that was almost a sob. He stood up so fast he nearly stumbled, his lips glistening with your wetness, his eyes wild with fury.
"CHE COSA?" he screamed into the evening air.
It was Giovanni. His father, standing on the next rooftop over, looking mildly apologetic but also completely unbothered by what he had just interrupted.
"Templar scouts have been spotted in the valley," Giovanni said calmly. "We need every blade. You included."
"I—" Ezio's jaw worked. "I was busy, Father."
"I can see that. But it will have to wait." Giovanni's eyes flicked to you, and there was a hint of amusement in them. "The signorina will still be here when you return. I assume."
Ezio made a sound that was not quite a word. He punched the chimney. He kicked a loose tile. He swore in three different languages.
Then he looked at you with such raw, aching frustration that you felt it in your own chest.
"I am going to kill every Templar in the valley," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "And then I am going to find a room with a lock. And I am going to fuck you until neither of us can walk."
He kissed you hard, bruising, a promise and a threat and then he was gone, leaping across the rooftops after his father.
You slid down the chimney, your thighs trembling, your cunt aching, and wondered how much longer you could survive this.
IV. The Bedroom, Three Days Later
Ezio had devised a plan.
It was a simple plan, an simple but elegant. He had sent Federico to Roma on a fabricated errand. He had convinced Claudia to visit a friend in Firenze. He had told Maria that he and you were going to inspect a nearby ruin for Assassin activity, a plausible lie that would keep them away for hours.
Giovanni was the wildcard, but Giovanni had been called to a council meeting in the city. They had the house to themselves.
Almost.
Petruccio was still there, but Petruccio was ten years old and easily bribed with sweets and a new book about astronomy. Ezio had given him a pouch of coins and strict instructions to stay in his room.
"My little brother is the only one who will not interrupt us," Ezio said, locking the bedroom door behind him. "Because he is too busy counting his gold."
You laughed, but the sound was breathless. You were already undressed, lying on his bed, the sheets cool beneath your bare skin. He had promised you, finally, that nothing would stop him this time.
He crossed the room in three strides, his eyes devouring you. He was already hard, his cock straining against his breeches, and he shed his clothes with frantic efficiency.
"Finalmente," he breathed, climbing onto the bed, covering your body with his. The weight of him was perfect. The heat of him was intoxicating.
He kissed you deep and slow, savoring the moment. His hand roamed down your side, over the curve of your hip, between your thighs. He groaned when he found you ready.
"I have been dreaming of this," he murmured against your lips. "Every night. Every moment. I need to be inside you."
"Then be inside me," you whispered, arching your hips, guiding him.
He lined himself up. The head of his cock pushed against your entrance, slick and hot. You both gasped.
He began to push....and as if on cue.
A knock at the door.
Ezio froze. "No," he said. "No. No. Not this time."
"EZIO!" It was Petruccio's voice, high and excited. "EZIO, COME QUICKLY! THERE'S A BIRD IN THE KITCHEN! A REALLY BIG ONE!"
Ezio's head fell forward, his forehead pressing against yours. His cock was still half-sheathed inside you, twitching, aching.
"Petruccio," he called out, his voice strained. "Go away."
"But Ezio! It's huge! Mama says it might be a hawk! You have to see it!"
"Petruccio."
"If you don't come, I'm going to tell Mama you're being mean!"
Ezio closed his eyes. He took a deep breath. He pulled out of you with a shuddering groan that was equal parts agony and fury.
"This is not over," he said, pointing a finger at you. "I swear on the Creed, I will make you come tonight if it is the last thing I do."
He yanked on his breeches, stormed to the door, and threw it open. Petruccio stood there, beaming, completely oblivious to the murder in his brother's eyes.
"Show me this bird," Ezio growled, and he followed his little brother down the hall, leaving you naked and empty and furious.
You lay there for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, your thighs pressed together to ease the ache.
Then you laughed. Because if you didn't laugh, you would cry.
V. The Wine Cellar, Late That Night
Ezio found you in the wine cellar at midnight.
You had given up on sleep. You were sitting on a barrel of Chianti, a glass in your hand, wearing only a thin chemise. The frustration had settled into a dull, throbbing need that refused to be ignored.
He appeared in the doorway like a ghost, barefoot, his shirt unlaced, his eyes gleaming in the candlelight.
"Everyone is asleep," he said. His voice was hoarse. "I checked. Twice. I locked every door. I barricaded the hallway with furniture."
You set down your glass. "If anyone interrupts us now, I will help you hide the bodies."
He crossed the cellar in two strides, pulling you off the barrel and into his arms. His mouth found yours, hungry and desperate. His hands tore at your chemise, ripping the thin fabric.
"I cannot wait," he said against your throat. "I cannot be gentle. I need to fuck you now."
"Then do it."
He didn't need permission twice.He bent you over the wine barrel, your hands gripping the wooden rim, your ass pressed against his hips. He kicked his breeches down just far enough to free his cock,thick, hard, glistening with need.
He pushed inside you in one smooth stroke.
The sound you made was animal. The sensation of being filled, finally, was so overwhelming that your vision blurred. He was deep, deeper than he had ever been, and he was moving immediately, fucking into you with a pace that was punishing and perfect.
"Yes," he hissed, gripping your hips so hard you knew there would be bruises. "Yes, yes, yes..."
The barrel creaked beneath you. The candles flickered. His balls slapped against your clit with every thrust, and you were so close, so close, the orgasm building like a storm and of course, because someone, somewhere hated him.
The cellar door flew open.
"EZIO! MOTHER SAYS!!!!BISCOTTI— "
It was Federico's voice.
But Federico was supposed to be in Roma.Apparently, he had returned early.
Ezio did not stop fucking you.
He did turn his head to scream at his brother, his hips never faltering, his cock driving into you with relentless rhythm.
"FEDERICO, SE NON TE NE VAI SUBITO, TI SPACCO LA FACCIA E LA INFILO NEL CULO DI UN CAVALLO! "
Federico stood there, mouth hanging open, as Ezio continued to rail you against the wine barrel. He was actually watching. The bastard.
"Now," you gasped, the sight of Federico's shock and the feeling of Ezio's fury sending you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed through you, waves of pleasure that made your legs give out.
Ezio caught you. He pulled out with a growl of frustration, he hadn't come. Again.
But this time, he did not let go.
He lifted you, still trembling, and carried you past a stunned Federico, up the cellar stairs, through the kitchen, and into his bedroom. He kicked the door shut with his foot, and this time, he wedged a chair under the handle.
"No one," he said, laying you down on the bed, "is going to interrupt us ever again. "
He climbed on top of you, his cock still hard, his eyes burning with determination.
"And if they do," he added, "I am joining the Templars."
It was a bluff. You both knew it.
But the rest of the night was blissfully uninterrupted
Trouble lemon puns sorry but you have to suffer this I can't help myself
3rd POV
As you where in the classroom learning English from bitch sensei ,karma was teasing you pushing the remote up and down for the settings of the vibrator that was inside you
As you where trying not to make any noise he suddenly put it on low as you thought that he was done teasing you now
The teacher than called on you to answer a question
Karma than smirked and rises is all the way high on full volume
"Mhnh!…the answer is lemonss have a cross between a citron and a sour orange" you said with a red face quickly sitting back down as the teacher moves on while some students look at you seeing if you’re ok than moving on
(A/N Fun fact I didn't know that until I searched it up)
You than look at karma telling him to Stop teasing flustered
Karma just kept it on for the rest of the day teasing you until you got home together
As you got home with karma he than pushed you upside the wall inside your house kicking the door closed and kissed you lovingly like the good boyfriend he is while taking the vibrator out making you moan
He than picked you up and bring you to your room taking his shirt off after placing you on the bed
As you guys than cuddled in the bed with a peeping yellow tentacle monster peered out the window laughing fufufu as he went away back to the school
Hello! I have an Assassins Creed smut request for my good friend @creedsubmarine
Jacob Frye X Reader
Warning: Smut, masturbation
The train was empty, everyone gone except for one assassin. Jacob.
He was alone, reclined on the couch. Only clad in his trousers, and shirt. His chest, slightly exposed by an undone button on his shirt, heaved. He’d worked himself up again, those fantasies of you and him - you hadn’t even done anything in particular. It was the pure thought of you. He could almost taste the you, feel at his fingertips, he could almost feel the languid air of lust settle on to his skin.
He slipped a hand under the waistband of his jeans and underwear. Fuck. He palmed himself and felt himself become thicker at the thoughts of you running through his mind.
Jacob found he could no longer keep himself confined, he shuffled his jeans down and slid his underwear down just enough to free himself.
“Ah, fuck” He hissed, stroking his own shaft. “Y/N...” He moaned.
“Yeah, Jacob?” You called, rounding the corner, seeing him sprawled across the couch. “Jacob... ?” You dropped the book in your grasp.
Jacob whipped his head around and his eyes widened at the sight of your shocked expression - he vehemently tried to conceal himself.
Wordlessly, you strutted to his side and grasping his face and placing your lips on his.
He kissed back almost as soon as your lips were on his, the kiss was rough and passionate. His hand grasped at the base of your neck, his thumb affectionately traversing your jawline. You straddled his lap, continuing to kiss Jacob. Your noses bumped and sometimes you missed each others mouths with your kisses but neither of you seemed to care. You felt his desire press against your thigh as you pulled back to catch your breath.
“Why couldn’t you have done that sooner?” You asked. Jacob didn’t reply, he only continued to stare into your eyes, glinting and lust blown.
You stripped down, so that your bottom half was completely bare before the man you were infatuated with. Grasping his length, you pumped him a few times before straddling him once again and sinking down onto him. The both of you moaned at the friction.
Picking up a rhythm, you slid yourself up and down his shaft feeling bolts of pleasure jolt through your core.
“God” He moaned, trailing his finger tips up your sides and caressing every inch of your curves and leaving a fiery trail of desire in their wake.
You felt a familiar knot coiling itself in your gut, your chest began to heave and your pants became shallow.
“Jacob, oh, Jacob...” You moaned, he took your jaw into his palm and brought your eyes to meet his own.“I’m close” You admitted in a pant.
Jacob nodded and coiled his arm around you and took the helm. You leant on his chest as he thrusted into your core, working on bringing you and himself to the edge.
“Ah!” You squeaked as you felt that rapidly knotting coil in your stomach finally release, which sent shivers of pleasure and tranquility reverberating through you. Soon after, Jacob cried out, his own coil released which sent hot spurts of own his release filling you. The both of you sat like that for a while, panting and basking in the post-coital bliss of your endeavours.
And then you heard;
“Jacob! I’m back! I hope you haven’t trashed the place!”
