Value
- Fredo Corleone x Reader (smut, 18+!!)
warnings: smut/explicit read, smoking, drinking, implied prostitution, language, body image issues, insecurity. afab/fem reader. THOSE UNDER 18 PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT!!!
This was initially just intended to be a one-shot/drabble, not a long ass fic 😭 I guess I got carried away. this is my first time writing a fic to this length and my first time posting one at all so please be understanding😭🙏
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The dressing room door slammed shut. The noise from the impact echoed throughout the halls, along with the fast clicking of your high heels against the tile floor.
“Motherfucker. I’ll never be good enough. Ever. I can’t fucking-” You whispered to yourself as black streaks of eyeliner slowly began to flow down your face. Pushing through a side door, you exited the building and rushed outside, the cool night air filling your lungs.
“I-I can’t-God-” You choked out amidst your quiet sobbing. A trembling hand reached into your coat, and you grabbed a pack of cigarettes. You lit one and took a long drag from it, hands still shaky.
Tonight, you were threatened with losing your job as a performer. There were too many girls hired as it was, so your director had to pick an unlucky few to inform that if they didn’t step it up, they’d get fired. You were already losing motivation for your job as a showgirl, and there were lots of other career choices you could easily switch to down the line. So…why did it bother you so much?
Your self esteem was always particularly low. Having the director pull you aside made it plummet even further, as you based your worth on what others thought of you. Always. You studied the other showgirls- the ones with flawless makeup, perfect features, beautiful figures, and lots of talent- and you tried your best to emulate them. To copy their every move, their appearance, their tone of voice. You wanted to be as perfect as they were. Those girls always got the most cheers from the audience- and you never heard the director criticize anything they did. Why couldn’t you be just like them?
Again, you were losing passion for your job. You just…wanted to be liked. Wanted to be thought of as beautiful, flawless, perfect even. A goddess. That’s why it hurt so bad. You were pulled down to reality and shown that no matter how hard you tried, you’d never be-
A voice broke your racing thoughts.
“‘Scuse me? Miss?”
Your eyes- bloodshot from the tears- darted around, and landed on a man. He was dressed extravagantly in a colorful yellow suit, with a gold watch and a pair of sunglasses. Who the hell wears sunglasses at night?
You didn’t respond.
“What’re you doin’ out here all alone near the dumpsters?” He asked, rocking back and forth on his heels.
“…What are you doing out here?” You defensively hissed.
“I was just takin’ care of something. No need to get defensive, now.” He nervously chuckled. “But, really, what’s a pretty thing like yourself doin’ over here?”
Again, you didn’t respond. You simply took another drag from your cigarette and kicked a rock on the ground.
“…Are you lookin’ for business, sweetheart? If-if you are, all the fellas are on the other side of the building-”
“What did you just say to me?” You cut him off.
“…Well, you ain’t gonna earn anything from bein’ over here.” He still didn’t catch the hint. His tone was lighthearted, joking even.
You narrowed your eyes at him. Who does this guy think he is? You folded your arms and took another drag of the cigarette- this one was extra long.
He reached into his suit jacket and fumbled around, before pulling out a wallet. He opened it and began to take out a few bills.
“Look, I got some cash. We could…” His voice dropped, before trailing off. He reached the handful of cash out toward you- almost beckoning you to come here.
That did it. You dropped the cigarette and stomped it out, glaring at the man.
“Who do you think you are, waving your cash at me? What, you think I’m a cheap whore?” You shouted, causing him to wince and step back.
“I-I’m sorry, miss, I didn’t realize-” He stammered.
“You think I’m walking the streets for money? Huh?” You shouted again, growing closer to him. It seemed that all your anger was coming out towards this guy.
He looked absolutely terrified. He shrunk, stepping backwards again.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-I thought, since you were-” He continued, stumbling over his words.
“Since I was what?” You barked.
“You-I dunno-I’m sorry, sweetheart. I thought…Well, with you out here all alone, lookin’ all pretty and made up…you- you were…” He seemed too embarrassed to continue.
There was a long, uncomfortable silence.
“….You think I’m a hooker? Huh?” You asked. Your voice was quieter, but your tone was still harsh.
The man’s eyebrows raised, and he nearly turned red. He quickly began to try and save himself.
“Oh, no, no, sweetheart, it’s just-I just-” But it was obvious he thought you were.
“You what?” You almost felt bad for pressing, but you were in such a terrible mood that it didn’t matter to you.
“I-Fine. I, er, thought you was one of those…y’know…girls. I’m real sorry, miss. I’ll just-I’ll leave you alone-” He looked nervous, like a guilty dog.
He turned around sheepishly and began to leave, until your voice broke the silence.
“Wait a second.”
Clearly the man had money. Despite his outfit being ridiculously gaudy, it said it all. Those stupid sunglasses didn’t look cheap.
He stopped dead in his tracks and turned around. The moonlight reflected off of his golden watch.
“…How much?”
You didn’t know what came over you. Maybe it was because you wanted, deep down, to throw in the towel for this shithole casino. Because, at any given time, you could hop on a bus and never see Las Vegas again. You really did want to leave it all behind. It wasn’t worth the mental strife.
Despite Vegas being know for its debauchery and hedonistic lifestyle, you never got to experience that side of it. All you did was work, rehearse, sleep, and compare yourself to others. What a fucking drag.
If you took this chance, at least you’d make some money off of it. Life was too short and far too boring to not try things once.
So, with a streak of boldness, you were going to go out with a bang. Literally and figuratively.
“W-what was that?” The man asked, taken aback.
“How much are you willing to pay?” You asked, your voice quiet and raspy from crying. You wiped the dark, melted makeup out from under your eyes.
He looked shocked. Utterly surprised.
“S-so you are…?” He began.
“It doesn’t matter. How much?” You repeated, arms folded once again.
Without hesitation, he frantically pulled out his wallet and began sifting through dollar bills, almost as if given an order to do so by a drill sergeant.
“…Fifty.”
You raised an eyebrow.
“I’m not that cheap.” You replied, motioning up with your thumb.
“A hundred.”
You motioned again.
“Two hundred?”
Again.
“For Christ’s sake, I only want a-”
You began to turn around.
“Fine. I guess you won’t get anything tonight.” You said, beginning to move towards the building you came out of.
“Your loss.”
“W-wait, wait, darlin’, please-” He quickly stuttered, nearly reaching out to you.
This was amusing. It felt like a game.
“What? Are you that desperate?” You glared at him.
“P-please, sweetheart, I got all the cash in the world,” He began. The man paused, his eyebrows furrowed in fear of getting rejected. “J-just…c’mon and spend the night with me, will ya? ….You’re such a pretty thing, I can’t help bein’ desperate…” His voice broke off, as if he realized how ridiculous he sounded.
You hesitated. Pretty? He was just trying to flatter you. But…there was something about this guy and his words. Through this minuscule interaction, you’d managed to feel…better? It gave you the clarity you’d needed to finally realize it’s time to get the hell out of dodge.
…And this guy in front of you…was…something. He wasn’t particularly handsome- he just seemed like a horny pushover. Yet, that somehow lured you in. Maybe you liked his extravagant style, or his greasy, slicked-back hair, or even his voice. It was slightly high, with a hint of nasality, accompanied by a stereotypical New York accent. Maybe you found it…kind of sexy. In an unconventional way.
You stepped forward, the gravel crunching beneath your heel.
“Alright. Show me to your room.” You muttered to him. You reached out your hand for him to lead you, and he took it. His hand was large and warm, compared to the cold outside air. His fingers were adorned with a few flashy rings, and his dark arm hair extended way past his wrist. Just staring at the big hand enveloping yours was enough to send a small shock through you. God. How long had it been since you’d had any action?
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The door was shut behind you with a soft click. You found yourself in a luxurious bedroom, with silk sheets on the bed and mirrors on the ceiling. A bucket full of water, a few ice cubes, and a half-empty champagne bottle sat on a nearby table.
He noticed you staring at the champagne.
“Y’want some?” He asked, opening a cabinet full of glasses. Maybe it’d help you loosen up a little after the rough day.
“…Sure.” You nodded.
He poured the drinks and handed one to you, motioning for you to sit next to him on the bed.
You stared at the bubbles in your glass, the boldness from earlier fading away. You took a sip.
“You’ve got a nice room.” You said, still looking around. “A nice bed, too.” You continued, running your hands over the silk sheets.
He grinned-not a sleazy, malicious smile-but rather a goofy and immature one. Like he was almost…excited for what was to come. Giddy, even.
“Yeah, but I’m sure it’ll look even better with you layin’ in it.” He attempted to flirt, moving closer to you.
You rolled your eyes. “…What’s your name, anyways? If I’m gonna sleep with you, I’d at least like to know your name.”
His eyebrows raised at your directness. He chuckled.
“Freddie Corleone. Or…Fredo.” He moved even closer. “Whatever you think sounds better to be screamin’ tonight.” Fredo added.
Your eyes widened, and it took everything in you not to smack him across the face.
“You’re real ballsy, you know that?”
Fredo chuckled again, taking a swig of champagne. “Hey, you agreed to this, sweetheart.”
You glared at him. “And I can walk out whenever I want.”
That straightened him up. He leaned back from you, his goofy smile dropping quickly.
“…But I won’t.”
Fredo sighed in relief.
“Good choice. I was hopin’ you wouldn’t.
…Cheers!” He smiled, bringing his glass up. He was already lightening up with the champagne. You clinked your glass against his, and for a moment, you felt as if you could be careless alongside this guy you barely knew. It felt like he brought that out in you.
You stared into his dark, kind, half-lidded eyes, and he immediately pulled you into a kiss. The champagne in your glass spilled onto the bed from the sudden movement. In a swift motion, Fredo carelessly set both glasses down on his bedside table and kissed your lips once again. One hand wrapped around your waist, while the other gently moved to the back of your head, drawing you in. His cologne was intoxicating. It made you feel light headed. He made you feel light headed.
His kisses were rushed, sloppy, and nearly drunken- but you wouldn’t dare pull away. You pried his lips open with your tongue, which only made him hastier.
His own tongue grazed yours as he began to pull off your coat. You began to kiss him more frenetically, your tongues now entwined, fighting against each other. He reached for the hem of your top and began to pull it off. Without hesitation, you undid your bra and tossed it aside, too, helping him unclothe you quicker. Now bare chested, you moaned against his mouth as his hands slowly trailed up your waist. The skin of his fingers dragging up towards your chest sent shivers down your spine.
He rested both hands on your tits, pinching each taut nipple and pulling on them slightly. You winced from the pain and let out a whimper- earning a soft chuckle from Fredo. He leaned down and kissed your forehead, before laying you on your back and climbing on top of you.
His tongue plunged into your mouth once again, before pulling away and letting a string of saliva drip onto your chin. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin. You gasped in pleasure, your shaky hands wrapping around his broad shoulders as he covered your neck and collarbone in several dark-colored hickeys. Fredo peppered soft kisses along your collarbone, slowly but surely moving his head down to the valley between your tits. There, he dragged his tongue along the swell of each, before sucking on the skin and covering them in hickeys, too. His tongue flicked over one of your nipples, and he gently took it in his mouth, sucking on it tenderly as you shuddered in excitement.
“F-fuck…” You whispered as his dark eyes lazily met yours. The erotic pleasure of his eye contact was almost too much, and you let out a breathy whine, placing your hand on the back of his head.
Fredo moaned softly against your chest. He pulled away and began to hastily fumble with his belt buckle, his own excitement making him clumsy and uncoordinated.
“H-here, let me-“ You began, reaching out. Fredo watched as you undid his belt and tossed it to the floor, alongside the pile of your clothes. You certainly couldn’t ignore the prominent tent in his pants- you gently pressed your palm against it, rubbing the hardness lying beneath the thin layer of fabric. He shakily groaned, rocking his hips against your hand as you massaged his erection. God, he was desperate. You unbuttoned his pants- hoping to alleviate the tension of his bulge- and lowered your face against his boxers.
Fredo couldn’t contain himself. He pulled them down, his throbbing cock springing free from the restricting cloth. He reached out and stroked his hard-on, grunting as the precum lubed up his dick. The slick noises filling the air as he touched himself made you instinctively draw a hand beneath your skirt, almost as if you were in a trance. You slipped a hand under your panties, rubbing your clit slowly as you drew nearer to his cock. You opened your mouth, softly sighing as Fredo placed his tip against your tongue. The warmth of your exhale against his dick made him shudder, and he rolled his hips forward without warning, thrusting right down your throat. You gagged and grabbed onto his hips, pushing them back.
“Fuck! S-sorry, baby, I just-I need-“ He nearly whined. “I need you so bad…You’re so, so gorgeous, sweetheart…” Fredo continued, fighting against your grip on his hips. He placed a large hand on the back of your head, steadying himself as he fucked your throat. You gagged and coughed against his dick, but his neediness was oh so arousing. You quickened the pace as you rubbed yourself, staring up at him with wide eyes as his tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly.
Your fingers were covered in wetness as he used your mouth like he owned it. Saliva dripped from your lips onto your chest, slowly trickling down your tits while you sucked on his cock. Fredo threw his head back in pleasure, his movements shaky and frenzied. The grip he had on the back of your head tightened, causing you to whimper in pain. Your sweet sounds made him nearly come undone- he moaned so loudly it echoed off the walls. You prayed nobody heard it.
You felt your own climax on the horizon as you rubbed your swollen clit in circles. Without warning, Fredo’s entire body tensed, and he shoved your head all the way down onto his cock. You tried pushing off of his hips, but it was no use. He came down your throat, every inch of him trembling while you swallowed his seed.
Fredo pulled out of your mouth with a slick pop, and threw himself back onto the bed. He seemed spent. But you weren’t.
You climbed on top of him and straddled his hips as he laid there for a moment, his chest heaving from reaching his climax.
“Jesus, doll….that was…so fuckin’-….I needed that,” Fredo rasped. “W-where have you been all my life?” He asked, grinning playfully and sighing.
You didn’t think you were particularly good at things like that, but apparently you were. His breathy praises sent shivers through your body. You leaned down and kissed him, the spit around your lips wiping off against his. Fredo laughed, playfully turning his head away.
“C’mon, darlin’, you’re slobberin’ all over me!” He teased through laughter, making you leave kisses all over his face and neck. Fredo seemed like a genuine sweetheart. You felt as if you had know him forever, for some strange reason. Maybe it was because he treated you like you had worth, instead of acting like you were another showgirl with no importance or real talent.
Or maybe it was all in your head. He probably did this all the time with all sorts of women- and likely even said the same exact things to them as well. “Pretty.” “Gorgeous.”
“I take it you ain’t done yet?” His voice drew you out of your thoughts. He reached under your skirt and gave your ass a firm squeeze. You jolted.
“I-What?” You weren’t paying attention. Fredo chuckled.
“I mean, look at you. You’re practically jumpin’ on top of me here, doll. I can feel how soaked you are…even through your underwear. It’s very telling.” He chuckled again, matter-of-factly. He thought he was funny. You felt your face heat up almost instantly, and a knot form in the pit of your stomach.
“Yeah, well, I didn’t even get off like you did.” You defensively mumbled. Fredo laughed softly and gave your ass another squeeze.
“Alright, alright, don’t twist my arm, sweetheart. I guess we can go for another round.” He teased, winking.
Wordlessly, you pulled your skirt off, revealing lacy panties underneath. Fredo watched your every move, enamored by the slowness and fluidity of your movements. Even if the others didn’t think you were especially graceful, or sexy, or even perfect-the man lying on the bed beneath you certainly did.
The sight of your panties hitting the floor was enough to make him hard again.
You bent down, your nose nearly brushing his, and you began to unbutton Fredo’s shirt. Making your way down, flicking each button open at a torturously slow speed, you locked eyes with him- and he swallowed anxiously, his facial muscles twitching slightly. The wait was too much for him. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his head.
“God…y-you’re so gorgeous…so sweet…” His words were nearly slurred. He seemed like he was in a trance. You pulled the shirt off of him, along with his jacket, and both were thrown off of the bed.
Before you knew it, Fredo had you on your back, with your legs slung over his shoulders. He positioned himself at your entrance, his hands shaking from anticipation.
“H-have you done this before?” He managed to croak, his voice low and shaky.
You nodded. Sure, maybe you had sex once or twice with partners in the past, but the experiences were truthfully bleak and underwhelming- nothing like this.
“So I-I ain’t gonna hurt ya, right, darlin’? J-just, tell me if it does, I can’t wait any longer…” He muttered, clinging onto what little self control he had left. “P-please, doll, you’re gonna be the death of me…” Fredo begged.
You nodded again, giving him the signal to continue. Immediately, Fredo began to push himself inside you, inch by inch. You winced, toes curling from the pain of being stretched- again, it had been a while. A shaky groan escaped his throat as he slid all the way in, and he shifted your hips to allow himself more room to nudge even deeper still.
“F-fuck, your pussy’s so tight, baby…so p-perfect.” He moaned, slowly pulling back and snapping his hips forward. Your entire body jerked, and your hands gripped the bedsheets so tightly it made your knuckles ache. Once again, he slowly pulled out, only to thrust back in- making you cry out from the pleasure. It was too much, and you only just started.
Fredo seemed to enjoy every little sound you made- he picked up the pace, thrusting his cock as far into you as it could go. You certainly couldn’t handle it. Your back arched off of the bed as you suddenly let out a filthy, guttural moan.
“Freddie, please! Fuck!” You yelped.
Fredo grinned.
“That’s it…let it out, sweetheart…” He crooned, hitting you in all the right spots. You could hear your own wetness as he continued to thrust in and out of you at a hypnotic rhythm.
“I-I cant-” You whined.
“What? You already close, doll?” He breathlessly chuckled, bending down to plant a kiss on the corner of your mouth.
You writhed beneath him, legs tensing and spasming.
“I-I think I’m gonna-” You stammered again, barely getting the words out as you felt your insides clenching around him. You gasped, bringing your hands to the back of his head and digging your nails into his scalp. That earned a particularly rough thrust from Fredo as he cursed from the pain.
He gripped your sides, shifting you all around the bed like it was nothing, feeling your pussy from every angle. It was heavenly, he thought. The sound of skin slapping again skin was the only thing that could be heard, aside from the both of you letting out needy moans. You quickly bit down on your knuckle to stifle a particularly loud cry, as you felt an orgasm creeping on the surface. Fredo yanked your hand away from your mouth, making a teasing “tsk, tsk, tsk” sound. He pushed his hand on top of yours, pressing in into the mattress.
“Oh, no, no, no, babydoll. I wanna hear every little sound you’re makin’. I gotta hear ‘em, please…” He whined, dropping his head down by your ear. “It drives me crazy.”
You curled your legs around Fredo’s hips, drawing him in closer with each thrust. He was pounding against your cervix at this point, making your eyes roll back into your head as if you were possessed. You grabbed onto his shoulders and began to rake your nails down his back, causing him to shudder from the sensation. A raspy whimpering sound pushed its way up from your chest- it sounded like you were straining from the pain mixed with pleasure. You were utterly incoherent at this point.
“Ohh, yeah, baby….just like that…” He softly groaned, placing a quick kiss to your temple.
You really couldn’t handle it anymore.
“I-I’m so close! I’m gonna-fuck- I’m gonna-” You suddenly mewled, each and every one of your muscles tensing.
“That’s right…c’mon…you’re gonna cum for me, right, sweetheart?” Fredo’s pace quickened, as if he was afraid of losing this momentum. He needed to see you come undone- it filled him with a sense of pride. He always considered making women cum to be an achievement of his.
“F-Fredo! I-I’m-yes! yes!- I’m cumming!” You wailed, before moaning the loudest you’ve ever done in your life.
“Mmmmh, fuuuuck! Freddieee!”
Fredo grinned ear to ear at this, letting out a quick, breathy laugh like it was amusing. To him, it definitely was. He found you so endearing, so beautiful.
“Attagirl…! C’mon, let it all out, sweetie…” He coaxed through gritted teeth, as his own climax was now reaching him.
Sweat dripped from his forehead and landed on you, but you didn’t mind. You were in a blissed-out state, whimpering each time he thrusted into your now-aching, sensitive pussy. His hips snapped into you erratically- jerkily, even- and he gasped, gripping your sides so tightly it became painful. You were like a limp ragdoll beneath him. He shoved you all the way down onto his cock, making you cry out once more- a telltale sign he was about to cum. His cock throbbed as he pressed his face into the nape of your neck, gasping in pleasure and uncontrollably moaning all sorts of pet names mixed with vulgarity.
“Sweetheart, I’m c-cumming- fuck, baby- I’m cumming….f-fuck, your pussy’s so perfect….you’re so fuckin’ perfect-”, Fredo whined, as he shot warm ropes of cum deep inside of you. You felt your insides- still clenching from the orgasm- gripping his cock, making him empty all that he had into your womb.
Finally, after a moment of stillness, he let out a shaky sigh and collapsed onto you. Fredo shut his eyes, not even bothering to pull out. Eventually, he rolled onto his side and you’d curled up next to him.
“…Freddie, did you mean what you said?” You mumbled, sheepishly turning your head away from him.
“What was that, sweetheart?” He asked.
“….All those things you said. Calling me…y’know- pretty. Gorgeous. All that.” It pained you to ask. You felt so pathetic, seeking approval from a stranger. A stranger you had sex with, nonetheless.
“…’Course I did.” He let out a small chuckle. “Why, what’sa matter? You doubtin’ that?” His voice was low and gravelly from the exhaustion of what had occurred, but he still spoke to you with such softness and gentleness.
You hesitated to answer him, but you had already been vulnerable enough tonight. Although admitting to insecurity was a difficult thing.
“…Yeah.”
Fredo’s eyes fluttered open slowly, and he paused for a moment. You were worried that you had been too much, gotten too vulnerable with him. Maybe he didn’t want all this serious talk right after sex. No, he definitely didn’t want that. He didn’t really seem like the type to have emotional discussions.
“…Well, I think you’re all that n’ more.” He said, rolling back over to face you. Fredo reached out and gave your shoulder a soft squeeze of reassurance. “Trust me. I dunno know much, but I do know that.”
He studied your face thoughtfully, and for a brief moment you thought maybe he understood you. Maybe he knew what feeling inferior to everyone else was like. Always coming up short, always wishing your efforts could be enough. The way his dark eyes roved over your face with a slight sadness told you everything you needed to know.
You eventually smiled at him.
“…Thank you, Fredo.”
He suddenly grinned, shutting his eyes and falling back down onto a pillow.
It had been such a long time since you’d felt this sense of closeness. His skin was radiating warmth and the scent of his cologne still filled your head. You were engrossed by him.
No. It was just a one-night stand. A ‘last hurrah’ before you left everything behind. You had to move on. But… you allowed yourself to bask in this moment- in the erotic afterglow of your pleasure, in the security of knowing you were understood- just for now. Fredo, with eyes still closed, lifted an arm and placed it around you. You moved your head onto his chest, listening to the rhythmic thumping of his heartbeat as he drifted off to sleep. Soon, you followed behind- eyes shutting, breathing slowing.
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You threw on your coat that reeked of smoke from the night before. The gold watch sitting on the bedside table read 6:15 AM- the time that you’d usually wake up. Your routine was so embedded into you that you didn’t need alarm clocks anymore.
Snoring heavily in the bed next to you was Fredo, still spent from the night before. You placed his clothes atop his dresser, not before neatly folding them- very much unlike the state they were in a few hours back.
Bending down, you placed a light kiss on Fredo’s cheek. He wouldn’t know. He wouldn’t even remember this interaction a week from now, you figured. But the small, unnoticed gesture still mattered to you nonetheless.
You picked up Fredo’s leather wallet, feeling the luxurious material between your fingers. Opening it, you considered for a moment…and then took out a few bills. He wouldn’t mind.
Without looking back, you softly shut the bedroom door and left. Never to be seen again by him. Never to be seen again by the director. Never to be seen again in Vegas at all.
Thanks to Fredo, though, the send-off wasn’t as painful as you thought it would be.
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