Summary - He always leaves you first, at least that was how it was supposed to go.
Genre - Angst (no happy ending for main couple) + Reincarnation & Soulmate AU
Warning - NSFW (alluding to & mentions of sex/making love), & Toxic relationship/Taking someone for granted
Note - Lmao the way I’ve had this in the draft since Jan this year 💀 but then I suddenly sat down and finished this shit in an hour LMAO
Words - 887
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A soulmate is born at the formation of a sacred connect. What was supposed to be tied at the ends with love and affection, linking two souls into each other’s arms for as long as they’ll live, Risotto Nero always chooses to fray yours with despair and greed. In every lifetime, this is his constant. With every cycle, he always leaves you first — broken and alone.
He leaves you without warning.
A night full of heated gazes and passionate caresses left you breathless, but feeling extremely loved. Lately, it’s been a little rough with him. He’s been distant, reserved, and longing. Exactly what it is that he’s been longing for however, you’re not privy to. Foolishly and hopelessly in love, you excuse it with the new season affecting his mood. You assure yourself of his presence and your bond that it’s a simple bump in the road. You’re especially confident in this when one night, Risotto pounces on you and relishes in you for hours on end. He savours you, devours you until nothing was left except the embodiment of love between tangled bodies and hushed affirmations.
Perhaps that is why when you realise he had left you in the middle of the night, never to be found again, you all but break down at your own naivety.
He leaves you without hesitation.
Risotto’s forehead presses against on yours as you glow with him. The atmosphere’s thick as panting breaths fill up the space between your lips, only to be stolen when he kisses you once more. He only makes love to you like this when he’s about to leave you, and it’s with this revelation that soon has you on your knees, begging for him to stay. He’s found a new home, a fresh start, a blank slate with you, so you don’t understand his decision to leave. Frankly speaking, you don’t think you could handle losing your soulmate once more either. It ruined you all the times before, and it will ruin you in this again. Yet, Risotto is firm on his choice. He tells you he’ll find his way back to you soon and to not worry. He reassures you that afternoon with confidence and a quiet goodbye.
A final goodbye because not even two weeks later, Risotto’s body is found lying cold and lone by the sea. Cause traced back to his immediate disappearance when he had a lead on the boss, blinded by his need for vengeance.
He leaves you without remorse.
It’s somewhere in the twentieth cycle that he leaves you once more to pursue his dreams at the vast, open seas. He tells you over satin woven pillows and silk sheets that the ocean had called to him, sang his name in melodious temptation in a dream no less than two days ago. Risotto strokes your cheek, painfully tender, and informs you he must depart by daybreak with men he barely knows. You’ve long learned that begging him would only lead to broken promises and red-rimmed eyes, so you give yourself to him instead. You hope with every ounce of love you have for this man that your touches, your words, and you would be enough to keep him here on land. By your side, where the fates guided him to be.
“I love you.”, you rasp as he buries deep into your warmth.
“As do I.”, he seals your lips with an impassioned kiss and is gone by the morning.
Risotto leaves you fully expecting to meet you again in the next life, taking advantage of the bond you share and the reincarnation system in place because he knows you’ll always love him. He knows you’ll always wait for him. He knows you’ll always forgive him and inevitably welcome him with open arms and an open heart. He leaves you knowing your love for him would guide him right back to you. He leaves as if he doesn’t care for how you feel when he does, when he dies, when you’re left by yourself — feeling lonesome and unwanted every single time. He leaves thinking, trusting that the imprints of his heart on your body and soul is more than enough before he dives off to god knows where. He leaves assuming that you’ll always find your way back for more of it, more of him. However, when he’s born once again into a new century and tries to reach out to that sacred connection that tied your souls together, he finds whispers of nothing in return. It remains that way as the days grow into years with no trace of your existence, and Risotto’s only option is to turn desperate and frantic at your absence.
Where are you? Why aren’t you here with him? Why can’t he find you?
It always left him with more questions than answers, more hurt than comfort. He searches and searches, digs at every crevice and corner, flips his world upside down just to catch even the barest glimpse of your shadow, but nothing. He always finds himself unsuccessful, empty handed, and it sears a gaping hole in his chest as he cries his eyes red.
In every lifetime, Risotto Nero always leaves you first — broken and alone. But in this lifetime, you finally allow yourself to gather courage and leave him for good.
Summary - Risotto tries to be a little goofy to cheer you up from your shit day.
Genre - Fluff (established relationship)
Warning - NOT/SFW (a quick mention of masturbating)
WC - 668
Goofy.
No, not the anthropomorphic dog from Disney, but how Risotto Nero can be at times.
You’d think it’d be the stupidest, most obvious lie in the world — that sometimes Risotto’s goofy — because have you seen the guy? Of course people wouldn’t believe you. It’s just too far-fetched of a concept to place on the mafioso capo. But you know better than anyone else. You’ve seen it with your own two eyes after all, this side of his. Like the time he tried to see how many of those balls (the ones attached to his floppy hat) he could fit in his mouth (the answers is 4.5), or how he tends to start unfair tickle fights just to quell his boredom (and to hear your laugh), or the time he left you a trail of gummy bears that had led to him, masturbating stark naked on your bed — alright, maybe the last one’s more mischievous than goofy, but you rest your case.
Although, what you weren’t aware of was how Risotto would purposefully act like this for you when you’ve had a bad day. He figured it was the best way to lift your mood, since you’ve always got this fond look in your eye whenever he’s like this. So when he sees right from the get go that you’ve had an absolute horrible day, coming through the door as the very embodiment of drained and exhausted, he puts his plan into action.
First he’d lay out the groundwork to ease into the main act — he would try to make that frown disappear with a nice hot meal and a loving little ‘welcome home’ kiss. He lets you know that if you want to talk or vent to take your mind off things, he’s willing for whatever because while he doesn’t say it out loud, the way Risotto simply looks at you conveys his thoughtful intentions — he’s trying to cheer you up. And that alone has your shoulders feeling lighter already. So, you take up his offer and rant to him with renewed spite. You tell him about how shitty your day had been, how someone tried to fuck you over because of their incompetence, and how every little thing just didn’t want to go right today for some god forsaken reason.
By the time your meal had been cleaned off your plate and your words ran empty, the sense of enervation returned to its place and all you want is to just end the crap day in your boyfriend’s arms, sound asleep. Although, there were a few things you had to clear off before reaching that goal, but with fatigue gnawing at every nerve in your body, everything had passed by in a blur as if you were functioning on auto-pilot with Risotto’s (assuring) presence throughout. When your conscience had caught up a little, you realised you’re already getting ready to snuggle underneath the covers and in between Risotto’s sturdy arms. But then he calls your name and you look up to witness in bewilderment — your 6’1 muscle-bound boyfriend is wearing your glasses perched on top of his own.
“What—”, but you can’t even get the question out before he sticks the tip of his tongue out the same way those viral videos of kittens online do, and you just melt because he looks so ridiculous(-ly cute).
Risotto’s head starts to hurt and his vision is swimming in blurry circles, so he makes haste in removing the spectacles, but he notices one important fact — you’re laughing. Sweet and amused, the mirth reaches the tenderness in your eyes and he thinks it’s fine because it worked. It’s worth it. Even if it meant that you were laughing at his surge of idiocy.
“Thank you.”, you lean forward to kiss his temple before beginning to massage the the throbbing aches away, “For cheering me up.”, and you kiss him on his lips this time.
Risotto smiles, dimpled and affectionate, and brings you into his arms for the night.
Risotto says that it wasn’t on purpose — making lunch stark naked in your shared kitchen with nothing on except your bear-themed kitchen pinafore. He reasons with a busy morning and backlogged laundry; hence, the lack of (clean) clothes on his back.
Not that you asked though, at least not verbally. Having only an eyebrow raised in lecherous amusement when he, basically, mooned you.
Not that you were complaining about that either. How could you?
It was a sight to behold.
With his expansive back bare and muscle ridden, taut and rippling underneath his skin with each flip of his veiny wrists and stretch of his bulky arms. Your eyes continued on, trailed the tapering lines of his sides down to his waist, accentuated and cinched by the apron’s ties, where a neat little bow seats itself between the curved small of his back and the tail of his spine, right above the voluptuous globes of his ass. Each cheek rounds and squeezes ever so slightly as he bends to reach the oven below, but not wide or far enough to let you a peek at his privates.
Dilating pupils dip lower — only to have the dining island cut off your view of his thick, Herculean thighs. But even then, Risotto was a sight to behold. One that would bring a thousand bodies to their knees in worship.
Or well, a thousand and one, counting yourself, when you follow to sink on yours and sing praises down your throat, spurred on by his constricted twitches and heady moans.
It isn’t long before your hands inch up to roam in admiration of every plane of muscle on Risotto’s shuddering form beneath the polyester fabric. Fingers tracing every curve and ridge head on, up and up, feathery and light, teasing his pert little nubs strained and heaving, just to drag your nails down to tug at his obsidian pubes until all you can do is swallow his heavy offerings as you greedily thanked his morning’s busy schedule and backed-up laundry.
No matter how many times he’s masturbated, his dick still stands tall.
Every rut against his own grip did nothing but intensify his lust for you because it’s not his hand that he wants wrapped tightly around his member, it’s not your pillow that he wants to sniff your scent from, and it’s definitely not the sheets he wants to feel underneath him.
When will she come home?!
Hours pass and Risotto’s muscles are taut and worn with almost every inch of his skin covered in sweat.
His hormones permeate the air in your shared home and it spikes as he dry orgasms for the 12th time. It’s safe to say he feels a growl about to rip through at the intense frustration bubbling inside him.
He wants to shoot his load and plug you up with his bulb while your pussy spasms around his girth, but all he has right now is his sore wrist, a restless dick that’s been rubbed raw, and balls that grow heavier and heavier with each unfulfilling climax.
Maybe the heavens heard his horny, desperate cries because not long after, Risotto smells your scent approaching the door to your home. He hears the sound of your keys and your hand turning the knob and honestly…that‘s all it takes for his cock to weep with renewed energy and his mouth to start drooling.
You, on the other hand, were a little surprised. Not because you found out your boyfriend was in heat, but because you could literally smell it 10 feet from your place! You didn’t know what to expect, but you hope he wasn’t too backed up…
You hoped wrong though because it takes Risotto less than a minute to slam the door shut and pin your body with his.
His mouth latched onto yours before you could even blink and his tongue licks at your lips for entrance, whining like a little puppy who’s been denied the attention he wants. It would’ve been really cute if he wasn’t dying to french kiss you into tomorrow while his hips grinds against yours like his life depended on it.
This level of open desperation is completely new to you, and you’re not going to lie…it’s a little intoxicating.
The taste of his lips and tongue mixing with yours as he laps away at all you can offer, the way he‘s pleading to fill you up with his throbbing dick and all of his seed, the heavy scent of his arousal and hormones pervades your lungs, and the force of his dripping erection rubbing and pushing against your core…it truly has you feeling flushed from it all.
You gush a little when his shaft roughly brushes your clit and Risotto can’t help but literally growl at the scent of your sex starting to invade his senses.
Forget fucking on the bed, he wants you right here, right now. At the door step, bent over on the floor, your ass flush against his pelvis, and his cock bottomed out in your cunt.
But before that can happen though, he knows your consent to it is important. While he usually asks you verbally, his wolf instincts had him drop to his knees to sniff at your nether region instead.
To be honest, he really didn’t have to do that because he very clearly smelt it from where he was standing, but the man’s horny wolf brain said ‘kneel and sniff’ and who is he to argue with himself right now?
You, on the other hand, are kind of embarrassed because your lover is literally sniffing your genitalia as a means of gaining your permission, but because he’s made you horny enough as is, you decide to lead his head to where the lower part of his face is pressed flushed against your clothed cunt.
Risotto steadies himself by gripping your hips and wastes no time in tearing away the clothes in his way before savouring your damp pussy as if it’s his last meal on earth.
You would’ve complained if he wasn’t so fucking good at oral. Licking along the dripping, wet slit of your sex, diving in every time he reaches the entrance to have a taste of what his dick will be enveloped in soon. He switches it up every now and then by nibbling and sucking at the bundle of nerves, and you could’ve sworn you saw stars at the back of your head with how good he was eating you out.
Gasps and groans stream out of your mouth almost in sync with each movement he orally made.
A particularly harsh suck on your clit has your thighs trembling and your grip on his hair tightening, and a muffled whine could be heard from below. When you managed to tilt your head downwards look at Risotto, you had in full view of his hips thrusting feverishly at the ground as he holds your wanton gaze with his piercing, concupiscent ones.
That alone almost brought you to your edge, but what truly did it was when he took to rolling your little pearl between his callous fingers.
You came gushing into his open mouth without warning and he welcomed every last drop, greedily gulping everything he could as if he was drunk on your juices…but it wasn’t enough.
His dick twitches almost painfully, practically crying for your hot walls around it. He needs nothing more than to feel that addicting friction and to spill his fat load into your pulsing cavern, but he knows that in order to fit himself inside, he needs to stretch you out properly.
Sex might be the predominant thought, but nothing turns him off more than to see you in unwanted pain. His heat be damned if it meant you were going to suffer, so Risotto does his due diligence and begins by fingering you.
His finger slips in almost effortlessly and holy fuck he couldn’t stop staring at where he’ll be inserting his dick next. He was so captivated and aroused by how receptive of his fingers (yes, plural already) you were along with all the sounds you were producing that you’d have to fight him to the death to pry him away from you.
Three thick digits spread open your hole as best as they could, and soon after, you achieve your second orgasm of the night, prolonged by his relentless fingers and the sound of his depraved groans as the scent of your sex, the delicious way your walls were milking his fingers, and your lascivious moans completely devour his senses.
If you were to peek into his mind right now, you’d hear just how jealous he was of his own fingers. The way your hungry cunt just keeps squeezing and sucking them deeper almost makes him wish he had dicks for fingers instead, but let’s just pretend that thought didn’t just appear in his mind…for the sake of his sanity.
However, none of that matters now because you’re finally gaping, drenched, and ready for the main event — the one thing that he’s been itching to do ever since he woke up with a hot flush and a standing ovation from his proud member.
Risotto honestly couldn’t wait any longer, seeing your hole so empty and needy, clenching and opening up as if calling for him to enter you…and so he did.
He manhandles your trembling frame and lays your upper body flat on the floor with your hips being hoisted up only by his strength.
Maybe if he hadn’t just took two orgasms from you then you could’ve supported yourself, but you couldn’t do anything except to turn your head and look back at him, involuntarily whimpering at the sight of him looking so…feral.
His ruby eyes glowed in the dim lighting of the sunset, his muscles flexed under his glistening skin and heaving chest, and his fangs glinted as they grew sharper and sharper as each moment passes — Risotto was very clearly at his limit.
He lines the engorged head of his cock at your entrance and he starts to push himself in.
“I’ve waited…all day…for this — for you!”, Risotto’s breath comes out in ragged pants as he slides the rest of his girth-y length into you, a guttural groan leaving his lips when he’s finally bottomed out.
Your velvet walls wrap around his penis like a custom-made glove, and your vocal pleasures from being filled up so full are like music to his ears — Risotto could honestly cry from how good he feels right now, how good he feels in you. But he wants more, and judging by the way you’re gyrating your hips, he’d say you do too. So he tightens his hold on your hips and immediately starts to pound away at you.
His thrusts are quick, deep, and rough as he gives you no time to rest from your previous orgasm.
The slick of your combined juices mix together to create an absolutely lewd cacophony with hips and thighs slapping against each other, the growing volume in your string of vulgar pleasures, and the filthy praises he breathes that has you clenching down on pistoning cock.
“You! Feel! So! Good!”.
Each word was punctuated with a hard thrust and a heavy breath, and your chest couldn’t help but swell with elation.
Risotto’s hips begin to pump his cock faster and faster, utterly enamoured with the sensation that comes with fucking into your sopping wet pussy to the point of near addiction, and he feels it. He feels the pleasure in his groins building up, urging him to chase after it so he can release into your expectant sheath and stuff you.
He leans his chest on your back, one hand rubbing at your clit and the other rips off your top to press messy kisses and hickies onto your mating mark. Growling ever so often at the possessiveness he feels with each contact on your mating mark.
Your eyes begin to roll backwards and your mouth hangs open to accommodate the unrestrained obscenities coming out. Your nails find his forearms to dig into from the sheer force of your orgasm and his unyielding thrusts. They draw a few droplets of blood from his skin as you continue to squeeze at his dick for all its worth, and that’s what it took for Risotto to finally be able to cum.
He thrusts and thrusts and thrusts while simultaneously shooting out thick ropes of his ejaculation. His mind blanks in pure ecstasy for a few moments before he plunges in to knot you.
You’re not gonna lie, no matter how many times he’s done this, you can never get used to the feeling of being stretched to the point where you’re gritting your teeth.
Once Risotto‘s a tad bit more level-headed, he carefully manoeuvres you to sit upright on his lap, relieving the pressure on both of your knees.
The two of you sat panting for a while before he starts to lick at the hickies he planted earlier. It’s slow and sensual, dragging out soft and airy mewls from you until they get thicker as Risotto palms at your breasts.
Large hands grope, massage, and grab at them, tweaking and pinching and rolling your nipples until they form stiff, sensitive peaks, and your body starts to tremble again.
Risotto turns your head for a sloppy, hungry kiss and that’s when you know he’s not satisfied.
You feel his bulb start to loosen as one hand leaves your breast to begin teasing your pert clitoris.
It’s not long before your mewls turn into moans. Risotto then breaks the kiss to whisper, “More, more…”, his breath is rough and raw with desire, “I want more!”.
Complying to his wish, you reach one arm back to tug at his hair to kiss him again. Tongues and teeth clash together and saliva was swapped and moans were muffled.
Soon enough, the bulb disappeared and he starts to grind against you.
Cum that couldn’t fit in your womb began to leak out, but you couldn’t give a fuck as your other reaches down to massage his heavy balls.
Risotto’s dick took no time in getting hard again and he had to hold back from letting his claws out while he’s still holding onto to you.
Everything you were doing just felt so euphoric, it would’ve been odd if he didn’t bounce back as quick as he did. But he didn’t like the current position enough, so he gets the both of you on your knees again and decides to sandwich you between his body and the door.
Your hands are held in place by his, fingers interlocking, and Risotto starts pumping himself into you again.
You‘re not sure if it’s because of your position or your current state of mind, but the sounds of your orgasms sloshing together as he fucks into your dripping cunt along with the sound of his unchaste moans were all you could hear right now, and you have to admit…it was deliciously filthy. So much so that your walls instinctually tightened up on his member, and it didn’t take long before he noticed.
“You like what you hear?”, he whispers. His voice so deep and sultry that the only reaction you could utter was unabashedly moaning a yes. A response that Risotto found so arousing that the only ‘logical’ thing he could do is to drive into you even harder.
The door starts to rattle from the force of Risotto’s animalistic thrusts. Your nipples and clit were being stimulated by the same force against the door, and when he hits that nice spot in you for the hundredth time, you came screaming his name.
Risotto can’t help but chase after the same high, ramming into you with no discernible rhythm with only one goal in mind. A goal that’s so close in reaching, and with the way your insides clench rapidly around him, wringing him for all he’s worth — it’s not long before his animal instinct take over and Risotto reaches his peak with a howl.
His knot expands in you once again and his cock spurts out the last of his semen into your womb.
The two of you stayed in place for a long while, heaving and basking in the afterglow of the debauchery that just took place at the front door of your home.
When Risotto gains some of his common sense back, he hears your soft whimpering, most likely from the overstimulation and from being stretched out twice in a row by his bulb.
He feels a little guilty about it, but what’s done is done and all he can do now is take care of you.
He carefully sits back down, making sure he doesn’t aggravate or hurt you more than necessary, and starts to pepper little kisses onto your head, hands, shoulders, and anywhere he can reach until his knot subsides.
You giggle a little when he kisses your neck, and Risotto couldn’t help smiling against your skin.
“How do you feel, bedda?”, he asks, hoping he didn’t take it too far in his lust-induced state.
“Tired…but I’m okay, so don’t worry about it, Ris.”, you replied with a loving kiss on his lips, quelling any remaining doubts he had.
The two of you sat there for over 20 mins, waiting for his knot to pass by exchanging sweet little pecks to kill the time.
Once it disappeares, Risotto carefully slides his dick out.
You gasped in response because all the cum starting leaking out and you‘re kind of surprised at the abundance of it.
“That’s a lot.”, you comment.
Both your eyes are trained on the liquids emptying itself out of your vagina and Risotto simply reasons, “You took too long to come home.”, with what you think is a very cute and playful pout.
“I’m sorry.”, a smile spreads on your lips as you gave his temple a smooch and he gladly accepts it, giving you one in return.
Risotto then proceeds to take care of you for the night, knowing your body is much too tired to do that yourself. Not that he minds though. He feels that it’s just right to look after you since he‘s the whole reason why you’re so spent in the first place.
He helps you clean up in the shower, lathering your body and making sure there’s not a trace of his…deeds left in you.
Honestly, even when you regained some of your energy, Risotto insisted on doing everything for you, from hydrating the both of you to carrying you princess style onto the bed, and that really made your heart soar and your cheeks burn.
When all’s said and done, your gentle giant settles you snug in his arms and under the thick blanket, placing a kiss on your lips to start off your nightly talk before drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms.
Risotto’s mind is focused and attentive — entranced with every detail, every surface you bare to him.
His eyes follow your hips as they swivel and bounce on his cock. Your motions being fluid and precise in its ability to wrench the most guttural, raspy moans from him, and he wonders to himself…
Have I always been this loud?
Sweat beaded off your bodies as your nails rake his sturdy chest all the way down to tug at his well-kept pubic hairs, and he can’t help but jerk his hips upwards.
A gruff moan hangs in the air and frankly, he didn’t expect to have liked what you did that much to the point where he feels a mixture of pleasant surprise and a hint of embarrassment.
I definitely have not been this loud before.
But you didn’t think any lesser of him. In fact, it only served as a motivation for you to sink down on his member harder because fuck you wanted to hear more of that — more of Risotto’s pleasure.
And his pleasure extended to nibbling on your nipple, unable to resist it being in his reach, and you react in whimpers of his name.
A chill shoots up his spine and he has to reel himself back from taking over to fuck you until the headboard breaks because he didn’t want to do that…not yet, at least.
He wants to savour this experience. He wants to remember every moment, every image, and every sensation because this is special to him. After all these years of hopelessly pining after you, he has to ingrain this night with you into the core of his memories to serve as a reminder that this is real, despite how dream-like it feels to him.
Risotto stares at the erotic sight of his dick thrusting in and out of your cunt, liquids sloshing and sticking everywhere, with the head of his penis bulging at your lower pelvis every time you take him to the hilt.
It’s not the first time he’s seen it, but god it’s undoubtedly the most venereous and he simply has to share this with you. So he lifts you up and carries you to the standing mirror in his room to place you on his lap in front it.
“Look over here.”, a smirk edges on Risotto’s lips as he commands your attention before he continues where you left off, “Look at how deep you take me…”, and he relishes in the way you shiver.
The slap of his hard dick against your soaking mound increases in its impact, all in the name of drinking in your lewd little whines every time the imprint of his cock-head appears on your pelvic region.
To be frank, there was a time you didn’t think this was ever possible.
As a matter of fact, you were dead-set on the notion that you‘d forever be resigned to the roles of being his teammate, trusted friend, and secret admirer…having nothing more to ever come into fruition because A) Risotto was nearly impossible to read when it came down to romance, and B) the both of you were in the mafia, working as assassins where every mission could very well be your last.
So no matter how much he yearned of holding you close, no matter how many times you’ve wanted to interlock your fingers together, no matter how many times the two of you longed to confess your deep seeded feelings to each other all in hopes to embrace and love one another openly — it was useless because crossing your paths in such a way meant signing up for one of the worst types of heartbreaks.
Except it’s different now.
Passione has no use for your team anymore and that meant Risotto could finally love you as freely as he desired to make up for all the years he wished he had been.
“Ris-Riso-tto-”, your moans wouldn’t stop interrupting your speech as he rolls his dick into you over, and over, and over again. Your thighs twitching and body parts jiggling from the sharp snaps of his hips…but you want to see his face.
You want to hug him, you want to kiss him, you want to pour all the emotions you have of him by looking into his eyes as he wrings the orgasm out of your welcoming sex, and Risotto couldn’t have granted your wish any quicker than he did.
You looped your arms around his neck and your body pressed against his as your palms glide along the back of his burly muscles and up to entangle themselves into his soft, silver hair. His lips and tongue meets with your in a sensual kiss — hot, wet, and needy in its movements, and you match your hips to that. Humping and grinding and pivoting on his lengthy penis until the room is filled with your collective moans once again.
To think that just about half an hour ago Risotto had taken his sweet time in making sure you were well prepared and drenched enough to take his stunning size, and now you’re bobbing on his dick like a trampoline.
God, he was such a gentlemen about it too. Making sure you were feeling comfortable and pleasured all while his dick was clearly straining against his signature black n’ white striped pants. But he didn’t mind it though. He wanted to make sure you could take him without any unnecessary pain, especially since it’s your first time with him.
You’ve always known your capo was very thoughtful. Well, of course you did, you’ve been in love with him for years! So you’re glad that this ban Boss has put on your team gave him this chance to profess his feelings for you because this just feels so right with him.
Risotto takes your hips in hand when he notices your form starting to tremble, and he knows then that you’re close.
“Let me.”, he whispers and proceeds to start ramming into you.
His thrusts are a little rough and he’s leaving wet hickies all over your neck, but you’re not complaining at all. In fact, you reciprocate in your own way by voicing your pleasures and clawing at his shoulder blades.
Soon enough, Risotto can feel you tightening up around him and he becomes relentless. He just keeps on going, huffing and moaning and fucking you until your walls starts to spasm around his member in release.
You bit down on his shoulder to muffle your scream while Risotto throws his head back with a roaring groan, his body filled with unadulterated pleasure as he reaches his peak not long after your own.
His hips continue to pump themselves into your sensitive cunt, stuttering and twitching until he shoots the last of his cum out.
Your breaths mingle with the smell of sex and sweat, thick in the space that surrounds your heaving, tired bodies lying against each other for support. Risotto’s heart pounds and his ears are on the brink of ringing. Hell, he can hardly hear his own thoughts with his mind being preoccupied with only the person before him — you.
It still feels unreal to him, almost like a dream. A very graphic, sensory rich dream and he’s not prepared at all if he actually wakes up in the next few seconds just to go back to yearning after you like a puppy with it’s first love. Eyes unknowingly trailing after your every step, heart skipping in delight whenever you speak of his name, fingers that seem so close to intertwining — he wouldn’t be able to handle it.
But then you pressed your lips on his in a gentle show of affection with your hands cupping his cheeks while doing so, and Risotto smiles into the kiss as his doubts melt away with your tenderness.
Warning - NOT/SFW (semi-public sex, dry humping, kinda soft sex but also possessive and a little rough?, fingering, mentioned overstimulation)
WC - 1634
He understood you were attractive. There was no denying that. He, himself, was very attracted to you, so it was no surprise when he catches more than a few pair of eyes ogling at you the way Melone would at ankles.
Again, he understands why…but that doesn’t mean jealousy won’t inch it’s way towards Risotto’s heart anyway. Then again…maybe jealousy wasn’t the right word, since jealousy would mean he was envious of the people lusting for you, and he definitely was not envious of that.
It seems territorial would be a more appropriate description.
While he understands he doesn’t own you and you’re not his property, he just can’t help but feel this way right now. So much so that when he spots one of them making their way towards you with a lecherous gaze, Risotto immediately fixes them a glare as his hand comes around your waist to grip at your hip (something they understood loud and clear).
Now, this is a surprise to you though.
Being Risotto’s long time girlfriend also meant you’re well versed in how much he isn’t for PDA, so his hand being tight on your hip and his body almost sticking to yours, while definitely not un-welcomed, is a little…alarming?
“Is everything okay, Ris?”, you questioned, completely oblivious to what had just transpired. Worry was beginning to seep in as you realised how tense he was, and his eyes still not meeting yours.
“Risotto?”, softly, you called out his name. Your hand cradles his clenched jaw, and just like that, he relaxes into your touch and his eyes return to yours.
For a moment, he wonders why was he acting like that, but before he could dwell on it further, you’ve led him to an empty room to dig the issue out of him. Risotto reluctantly explains what went on and how he felt and let’s you know how sorry he is for acting in such a childish manner, but you simply hush him with your lips and tongue moulding into his own.
His hands come to cup your cheeks in his reciprocation, and he presses his whole self up against you, now flush between the cool wall and his warm body.
Kissing him so intimately will always be one of your favourite activities. His lips were plump and soft against your own, his tongue so wet and hot as it swirls with yours, and his teeth bitting and pulling at your lips — you know it shouldn’t turn you on this much, but it does and you can’t help yourself when you grind your core against his.
Risotto grunts in pleasure. The friction is so pleasurable that his hips subconsciously matches your movements in fervour, and he feels himself losing control with you.
He pinches and pulls at your naked nipple, bra now pushed up against your collarbones, but who gives a fuck when everything felt so good?
“Risotto…”, you moaned, “Will you take me?”.
Your eyes were hazy with lust, your lips were swollen and kissed red, your nipple taut and sensitive under his deft fingers, and your sex now damp and humid having being humped so eagerly against his bulging erection.
“You’re so beautiful…”, Risotto mumbles. He engulfs you in a tight hug while his lips peppers open-mouthed kisses onto your neck.
He wants to fuck you, he really does. Risotto wants nothing more than to drive his fat cock in and out of your sloshing cunt until your juices stain the carpet below, he longs to suck and bite and bully your breasts and neck as he toys with your clit until you’re a shaking mess, he‘d love to watch you devour his erection while playing and scratching at his balls and thighs and anywhere you can reach until he can’t help but fuck himself with your mouth — but he doesn’t like how anyone could just interrupt you two. He doesn’t want someone seeing the both of you in such a raw state. He-
“…and I’m all yours, beddu.”, you cup his cheeks once more to place a loving kiss on his lips. A gesture that conveyed the trueness of your words, so sweet and so gentle only to him…only for him, and Risotto‘s previous doubts blanked.
His feels his heart soar as he plants a big ol’ smooch on your lips. With those words, it’s as if you’ve melted him into a warm puddle, but at the same time, awakened a very primal part of him. He wants to mark you, to claim you, to let everyone know who you were with, who you gave yourself to.
He wants makes you wholly his and only his, and he’ll make sure everyone outside knows that until the day they die.
Risotto could feel his very cock twitch against his pants at the thought of it, something he noticed you felt too as you sank your nails into his shoulders and resumed grinding on him, feeling even more heated than before. In this very moment, you wanted only to feel his thick, throbbing cock rubbing and thrusting into your clenching hole…so, Risotto hikes up your leg and slides his hand into your damp underwear to prepare you just for that.
His fingers are a little rough and big, but extremely practiced to please you in its movements. Two digits enter you with ease and he begins fucking and stretching you with them. His wrists snap unrelentingly, the base of his palm massages at your sensitive ball of nerves, and his kisses deepens when you take out his leaking cock to stroke.
You feel it twitching in your hand, the texture of his pre-cum sliding along his length, the saliva dripping down your chin from the messy, tongue filled kiss with him, the monstrous pace he’s setting with his hand and you try to match it, but it’s too fast — Risotto’s too good.
Before you could even tell him, you came gushing on his palm. Your moans of pure ecstasy were eaten up by the passionate kiss, and your body starts to tremble and twitch at how good he made you feel…but Risotto doesn’t let you rest for long before he’s lining himself up at your entrance.
“Mine.”, Risotto grunts at your ear as he thrusts himself up into your tight cavern, entering all at once with such a force that had you arching your torso. He knows you like it when he’s a little rough though, and he’s not wrong. Your standing leg wobbles a little and you’re trying your best to keep from whimpering too loud, but fuck was it hot as hell to hear him say that.
Once again, Risotto doesn’t give you a break and proceeds to fuck the living daylights out of you.
Your constrained cries of pleasure are mixed with his deep groans as he thrusts and thrusts and keeps thrusting his aching cock into your sopping pussy. You try to move your hips and match with him so he’s not doing all the work, but when he’s fucking into you this hard, all you can really do is scratch and kiss and bite and moan your brains out. Not that Risotto minds though. In fact, it’s a little bit of an ego boost when he realises that you’re feeling so good that you can’t do anything but call out his name, and god does he love the sound of his name when you’re saying it like that.
The noise of his hips and balls slapping your skin was rhythmic and loud, or maybe because it’s all the both of you could hear outside of your lusts.
You were close. Really close, since he didn’t allow you a breather, so you snake your arm around his neck and the other up to grip a handful of his hair in the way that definitely makes his dick throb.
Risotto moans your name into the kiss, his hips growing awry of the rhythm he set, and his hand sneaks down to rub at your clit once more to help you chase your high. Soon after, you orgasmed for the second time and you bit down on his shoulder to try to conceal a scream. Cumming with Risotto ‘on the job’ had always been intense for you, and this time was not an exception as well.
He fucks you through your orgasm and thoroughly enjoys the delicious way your walls milk him and your whines of overstimulation.
On the other hand, Risotto’s jaw was clenched and his brows were furrowed. Sweat gathered at his forehead and his shaft wouldn’t stop twitching inside of you, and you realised he was close. While you’d love to bask in the sultry groans he’s producing, you knew if you didn’t do something to get him off quick then you’d be spending the entire night fucking. Not that that’s a bad thing, but you’d rather do that at the comfort of your shared home. So with a tight pinch on his nipple, some nibbling on his ear lobe, and a final pull of his hair — Risotto cums into the condom with heavy breaths and quiet moans.
You pepper sweet little kisses all over him as he enjoys the last moments of his high, and a crooked smile forms on his lips when you kiss the tip of his nose.
“Yours.”, you respond with a tender smile. Risotto’s eyes widens and now he’s the one peppering you with kisses, partly because your declaration swelled his heart once again and partly because he’s a little shy about the blush on his cheeks.
The both of you giggle and laugh as you cleaned each other up and head on home, away from everyone else and alone in the comfort of each other’s arms for the night.
Risotto’s arms were tight around your waist, with one hand coming to rest on your hip and the other holding your hand, fingers laced together in a secure lock…all because you tried to get out of bed while he was still ‘sleeping’ in it.
You knew he was awake because he wouldn’t have pulled you towards him if he wasn’t. He might be an assassin, but even he has limits on what he can do. Not that you minded his affections though. In fact, you adored every second of being in his embrace, with your back against his chest, his nose buried in your hair, and his legs intertwined with yours — it was absolute bliss.
Seconds and minutes go by, encapsulated in his sleepy warmth. Your breathing now in sync with his, and honestly, you feel as if you could fall back asleep in this peaceful setting anytime.
That is, until Risotto started placing little kisses onto the nape of your neck.
A smile tugged at your lips, until it turned into shaky, lustful breaths. Your neck had always been a weak spot and having done this countless times, Risotto knew exactly the type of effect it had on you when his chaste kisses turned open-mouth and passionate.
His tongue licked, his teeth nipped, and he sucked and continued to suck at your sensitive skin to the point where he was damn near devouring you, who on the other hand, had let a moan of Risotto’s name slip past your lips.
That was when he decided to stop, and instead, sported a satisfied smile upon seeing his love bites on your trembling, wet kissed neck.
Risotto then rolled on top of you to press a short and sweet smooch on your lips.
It wasn’t enough for you though. You wanted to taste more of the man who made you so hot and bothered, but he simply chuckles as he gets up from the bed and informs you he’s going to make some food.
You lie there dazed for a few moments, letting the disbelief and his nonchalance settle in, until you realised…
“Did you just cockblock me?”, you were incredulous. You hoped he was just joking around and would come back to resume what he was doing, but all you got in response was Risotto’s goofy laugh from the kitchen.
It's me again, this is more of an embarrassing fact: I sometimes always forget I'm wearing earphones and will start humming or singing along to the song lol 🙈
Hi again 🥰 I’m gonna assume it’s for the same guy 😂👌🏼
Hopeless Romantic Event
Giorno relishes in the moments where he catches you humming or singing along to a song you’re listening to. He thinks it’s adoring, how cute you are when you’re lost in your earphones, lost in your own world. Carefree and happy, while he slows down to appreciate your voice. Often times, he feels himself smile at the sight. A soft look shining in the glimmers of his eyes. It’s in moments like these where he feels like he’s falling in love with you all over again.
