#illuso smut

[sarcayas-basement]

Fucking against the mirror w Illuso but the team members are coming into the room so he uses his stand to get the two of you inside it and turns it into window fucking

[with3r3dflow3r]

Illuso x Risotto’s gf! reader - drabble 1

"All those pretty sounds you made last night made me want to try out Risotto myself. Or you."

409 words

🔞 NSFW, MINORS DNI! 🔞

You were all sitting around the kitchen table, save for your boyfriend, Risotto, who was still making his coffee. Something unsettled you in the atmosphere. It was too quiet, even for so early in the morning. Ghiaccio, too, had nothing to complain about, which was odd enough on its own. It made you shift uncomfortably in your seat. You felt as if everyone's eyes were boring into you- were you becoming paranoid? And that damn Illuso, he was the most obnoxious one of them all, not bothering to hide it in the slightest. God, what was his problem?! 

 "You know (y/n)," He started, smirking at you- and you already knew this meant trouble-

"All those pretty sounds you made last night made me want to try out Risotto myself," He chuckled.

You felt all color drain from your face; this explained the tension in the air. Your relationship with La Squadra's capo was no secret among the rest of the members but this was still so embarrassing!! Saying you wanted to disappear would be understatement. Illuso soon took on his serious demeanor again and brought his face a breath away from yours.

"Or you." 

 "I-Illuso!!" you pushed his face away and looked over to your boyfriend, a silent plea evident in your eyes. If you were being honest, you'd had the hots for the mirror man ever since joining the team but your relationship with Risotto left you more than satisfied so you never once thought of acting on your feelings since you two got together.

 "That's fine by me."

 "What?!" your eyes almost popped off your sockets.

 "You heard me. As long as you don't neglect me, I don't mind sharing you with any of my men, if that's what you want, too, of course." Risotto gave you a small smile.

 "I want her as well!!"

 "Shut up Melone," Illuso growled at him.

 He then turned to you, his expression both loving and mischievous. "So," he placed his hand on the part of your thigh your skirt left exposed and squeezed it "What do you say, bella? Since your man allows it, how about we go have some fun in my room?"

 Before you could open your mouth to protest, despite your core throbbing in want, he continued.

 "Don't think I haven't seen the way you look at me."

[with3r3dflow3r]

Illuso x reader - drabble 2

"Fuck off!"

"Why fuck off when I could fuck you?"

367 words

🔞 NSFW, MINORS DNI! 🔞

You and Illuso bickering was a common sight at La Squadra's base. It didn't matter how insignificant your differences were- you always found yourselves at each other's throats.

Your teammates often joked that the tension between you two was of sexual nature but you told them off every time, though deep down you knew it was true. Partially true, anyway; you couldn't deny altogether the fact that the man could be stupid.

 Right now was another one of those moments.

 "What the hell, Illuso?!" You yelled at the man in a mix of embarrassment and rage, rushing to wrap the nearest towel around your still wet body. "It's the third time this week!"

 "How was I supposed to know someone was in here?" He bit back.

 Asshole. Not even an apology- classic Illuso.

 "How about not risking it then? This house has tons of mirrors, you might as well not choose the one in the most private room of them all!" you clutched the towel tighter in an attempt to conceal your breasts. You had a long-term crush on the guy so the situation at hand felt all the more intense and the fact that rumour went around that the feeling was mutual wasn't hselping in the slightest.

 "Well I am sorry but this is the biggest one we have and it was the closest to me, too. I was in a hurry to esca-"

 "Oh, fuck off Illuso!" You snapped at him, red-faced, after a momentary slip of the towel which resulted to your chest being exposed.

 Of course, this didn’t go unnoticed by the man.

"Hmm," he looked at you with that devilish grin you'd grown to love so much "Why fuck off when I could fuck you?"

 With that, you once more became acutely aware of the hot feeling surging through your body and the distance between you two, or lack thereof. If you extended your hand you could touch his chest.

 You smiled back at him. Fucking off suddenly seemed like a waste of time and energy. Time and energy that could be spent much more productively.

 And productively they were spent.