Summary: A misunderstanding leads to days of painful silence between you and Massimo. Frustrated, you leave the estate for space, only to get caught in a brutal storm.
The silence between you and Massimo was deafening.
It had been days since your last real conversation, a simple misunderstanding spiralling into something neither of you had the patience or pride to fix.
You missed him, his touch, the way he looked at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.
But his cold indifference cut deep, and you refused to be the first to break.
Frustrated, you left the estate, needing space to clear your head.
The Sicilian air was thick with humidity, the sky an ominous shade of grey.
You barely noticed the shift, too lost in your thoughts, until the first raindrop landed on your skin.
Then another. And another.
Within moments, the sky unleashed its fury.
The rain fell in heavy sheets, the wind howling as you struggled to find shelter.
You were too far from home now, drenched and shivering, your stubbornness having led you into the heart of the storm.
Then, through the chaos, you heard it.
The roar of an engine.
Headlights sliced through the rain, and before you could even process it, the car jerked to a stop beside you.
The door swung open, and there he was.
Massimo.
His expression was unreadable as he stepped out, the rain instantly soaking his perfect suit.
His jaw was tight, his eyes darker than the storm itself.
“Get in the car,” he ordered, voice rough, edged with something you couldn’t quite place.
You hesitated, but he was already reaching for you, his large hands gripping your arms as he pulled you under the shelter of his body. “You could’ve gotten hurt,” he murmured, his breath warm against your chilled skin.
His hands ran down your arms as if checking for any signs of harm.
“I didn’t mean to be out this long,” you admitted softly, watching as something in his expression cracked.
His grip tightened for a second before he exhaled sharply. “Dio, I’ve been going insane.” He cupped your face, his thumbs brushing away the rain—or maybe the tears you hadn’t realized had mixed with it. “You left angry. I thought-” He stopped, and for the first time in days, you saw it.
The worry. The fear. The cold expressionless eyes were now filled with every emotion.
“I wasn’t leaving you,” you whispered, pressing a cold hand over his racing heart. “I just needed to think.”
His forehead rested against yours, his breath ragged.
“Then next time, think in the house. With me.”
You barely had time to nod before his lips crashed onto yours.
He tasted like rain and something more profound, like a man holding back far too much for far too long. And when he finally pulled you into the car, wrapping you in his jacket, you knew the storm between you had finally passed.
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An - Oh my gosh this man is so fine!! I know he’s not a sturniolo triplet but i just can’t get over him so i wanted to write something for him. Enjoy my loves! Also this is my first time writing smut so sorry if it’s bad 🫣
MDI 18+
Paring - Massimo X FemReader
Summary - Massimo gets jealous
Warnings - Smut, Tension??
Requested - No
It was a quiet evening in the city, the kind where the world felt like it was moving in slow motion, wrapped in the comfort of soft lights and murmured voices. The venue was upscale, a modern restaurant tucked away on the outskirts of town, frequented by those who sought luxury and privacy.
You were seated at a table near the back, the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses fading into the background as you sipped on your drink. The man across from you was charming, well-dressed, and made a point of keeping you engaged with interesting stories and laughter. You’d met him earlier in the evening at the bar, where the conversation had been light and easy, and you had enjoyed the company. But there was something about him that felt fleeting, like a momentary distraction, not something that could hold your attention for long.
Still, you couldn’t deny the conversation was pleasant, and as he leaned in a little closer, his voice lowered with a flirty undertone, you felt a tug of curiosity. His proximity was too intimate, the air between you too thick, but before you could take another sip of your drink, a sudden, sharp voice broke through.
“Is everything alright here?”
You turned in surprise. Standing at the edge of your table, his frame towering above, was Massimo. His eyes locked onto yours, a mix of curiosity and something else flickering beneath the surface—something darker. A storm was brewing behind his calm expression.
You felt your pulse spike at the sight of him. Massimo. The man who always seemed to command a room without even trying. His presence was magnetic, impossible to ignore.
The man across from you stood up politely, offering Massimo a handshake, though there was a noticeable tension in the air as they exchanged looks. “Everything’s fine,” you said quickly, hoping to diffuse whatever tension had already begun to brew. But Massimo didn’t take his eyes off you—not even for a second.
“I see,” Massimo replied, his voice low, a hint of coldness in it that hadn’t been there before. “I didn’t realize you had company tonight.”
You couldn’t tell if it was the sharpness of his tone or the subtle flicker of something possessive in his eyes, but something shifted. The man across from you noticed it too, his smile faltering as he glanced back and forth between the two of you.
“Actually, I should be going,” the man said, his voice faltering slightly. “It was nice meeting you.” He gave you a polite nod, his eyes lingering just long enough to register the tension in the air before quickly walking away.
You watched him go, a feeling of unease creeping into your chest. You had been enjoying the evening, but now, under Massimo’s gaze, you felt like a deer caught in the headlights. He didn’t sit down immediately, instead hovering next to your table, his arms crossed over his chest, his jaw clenched tightly. The air between you two was thick with unspoken words.
“I didn’t expect to see you with him,” Massimo said, his voice so controlled it barely masked the tension. “I thought you and I had an understanding.”
You blinked, not sure if you were hearing him correctly. “Massimo, it’s nothing,” you began, trying to explain, but his expression didn’t soften. If anything, it became even more intense.
“It’s not nothing,” he muttered, his gaze narrowing, focusing on the empty seat where your date had just been. “You were laughing with him. Leaning in close.” His jaw tightened as he stepped closer to you, the space between you shrinking. “You never laugh with me like that.”
You felt your heart race, a mix of excitement and something else—something raw and unspoken—beginning to take hold. He was jealous. Massimo Torricelli, the man who always seemed so in control, was visibly upset by the thought of you with someone else. It was both thrilling and intimidating.
“Massimo, I was just talking,” you said softly, hoping to ease his mind, but the look in his eyes told you that wasn’t enough.
“Talking?” he repeated, his voice lowering. “I don’t think you understand. You’re mine, cara,” he said, his words deliberate, like a warning wrapped in something more dangerous. “And I don’t share what’s mine.”
A small chill ran down your spine at the possessiveness in his tone. His eyes darkened as they focused on yours, and you felt an undeniable pull—like a magnetic force drawing you toward him.
“I don’t want you talking to him,” Massimo added, his voice quiet but full of command. “I don’t want anyone else thinking they can have you, not like that.”
You swallowed, a mix of emotions swirling inside you. “You’re being unreasonable,” you said, though there was a hint of challenge in your voice, knowing it would only make him more determined.
Massimo’s lips quirked into a small, dangerous smile. “Maybe,” he said softly, leaning in closer. His breath was warm against your ear as he added, “But I don’t like seeing what’s mine slipping away.”
Before you could respond, he was standing in front of you, his large hand cupping your chin gently, tilting your face up to meet his intense gaze. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, making your pulse spike. “You’ll have to make it up to me, cara,” he murmured, his voice suddenly quiet, almost possessive in a way that made your heart race.
His words felt like a promise, a quiet but undeniable claim over you. Your mind was spinning, torn between the electric tension in the air and your desire to test the boundaries of his jealousy. And as his thumb brushed over your lip again, you felt your resistance begin to crumble.
Massimo’s jealousy was no longer just a reaction—it was a desire. One that would burn between the two of you for as long as you allowed it to. And tonight, it seemed you weren’t going to stop it.
With one final look, Massimo leaned down, pressing his lips against your ear, his voice hushed but full of intent: “Come with me.”
Massimo drove you back to his apartment, rushing inside and locking the door
As the door to Massimo's apartment closed behind you, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. The hustle and bustle of the city outside faded away, leaving only the intoxicating energy between you two. Massimo's gaze locked onto yours, filled with a mix of desire and protectiveness that sent a thrill through your body.
He approached you slowly, each step deliberate, as if savoring the moment. When he reached you, he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks. The warmth of his palms ignited a fire within you, and you could see the raw hunger in his eyes.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, his voice low and filled with urgency.
You nodded, your heart racing as you took a step closer, feeling the heat radiating from him. “I want you, Massimo. I’ve wanted this for so long.”
With a growl of desire, he crushed his lips against yours, the kiss deep and possessive. His hands found your waist, pulling you close as he deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing your lips before exploring the depths of your mouth. You melted against him, feeling his strong body press against yours, every touch igniting a wave of sensation.
Massimo’s kiss consumed you—demanding and intense, leaving no room for thought. The moment his lips met yours, everything else faded. The world outside the study ceased to exist. It was just him and you. His hand slid from your jaw to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, his grip tightening as if he were afraid you might slip away. You had never felt anything like this before—his possessiveness, his need for control, all wrapped in a kiss that made your head spin.
You let out a soft gasp when his lips left yours, only to feel his breath on your skin as his mouth moved to your neck. He kissed you there—slow, deliberate, each press of his lips a claim, each touch sending heat rushing through you. His hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer until you could feel the solid strength of his body against yours. The tension between you both was palpable, thick and electric.
Massimo’s lips finally parted from your skin, but his gaze never left yours. His eyes were dark, pupils dilated, an unreadable emotion swirling within them. “You’re mine,” he murmured, voice husky with a mix of desire and dominance. “I don’t share, cara. Not with anyone. Not ever.”
His words echoed in the room, the weight of them sinking into your chest. Part of you felt the heat of excitement at his possessiveness, the way he staked his claim on you so boldly. But another part of you felt a rush of adrenaline, like you were walking a fine line between pleasure and danger.
“Massimo…” you breathed, your voice trembling. You weren’t sure if it was from fear or anticipation. “You don’t need to be jealous.”
He raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Don’t I?” His hand moved to your waist again, his fingers pressing against the fabric of your dress, pushing it up just slightly. The move was casual, yet the intent was clear—he wanted you, wanted to feel you beneath him. “I don’t like seeing you with another man,” he said, voice dropping to a dangerous level. “It doesn’t sit right with me.”
The words sent a flutter of heat to your core, and despite yourself, you felt your body respond to him. He was so sure of himself, so completely in control. There was no question in his mind about what he wanted, and right now, what he wanted was you.
He took a step back, his eyes never leaving you as if he were studying your every move. “Take off your dress.”
The command hit you like a shock, and for a moment, your mind raced, questioning what you were about to do. But there was no time for hesitation—Massimo was not a man who waited for permission. He had a way of making things happen, and in that moment, you realized that you were going to let him.
Your fingers trembled as you reached behind you to unzip the dress, the fabric sliding off your shoulders and pooling at your feet. The air was cool against your exposed skin, but the heat between you and Massimo was enough to burn. You looked up at him, his eyes dark with desire, and the way he stared at you made your breath catch in your throat.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice softer now, but still full of raw, possessive heat. He stepped forward again, his hands skimming your sides, tracing the curve of your waist, before moving up to cup your breasts, his touch almost reverent. “I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you right now.”
You gasped at the intensity of his touch, your body arching into his hands, instinctively seeking more. Massimo’s lips met yours again, but this time, it was different. It was slower, more deliberate. He kissed you like he was savoring you, taking his time, feeling you, exploring every inch of your mouth as though it was a treasure he had found.
As the kiss deepened, his hands wandered lower, slipping under the waistband of your panties. The touch was gentle at first, almost teasing, but when he felt you shiver beneath him, he became more insistent.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered against your lips, his breath warm and inviting.
You met his gaze, desire swirling within you. “I want you, Massimo. I want all of you.”
With that, he captured your lips again, his hands working swiftly to remove the last barriers between you.
Massimo took his time, trailing kisses down your body, worshiping every inch of you as he moved lower. You could feel his lips teasing along your thighs, sending shivers of anticipation through you. The sensation was intoxicating, and you could hardly contain your moans as he explored you with a fervor that made your head spin.
When his mouth finally found you, it was overwhelming. He moved with an expert touch, eliciting gasps and moans as he worked you closer to the edge. Every flick of his tongue, every gentle suck ignited a fire deep within you, and you felt yourself spiraling into pleasure.
“Massimo,” you cried out, your hands tangling in his hair as you pushed your hips against him, craving more.
He looked up at you, the intensity in his eyes only fueling your desire. “That’s it, baby. Let go,” he urged, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine.
With each passing moment, you felt yourself teetering on the edge, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. And when you finally let go, it was like a wave crashing over you, pulling you under in a tide of ecstasy.
Massimo didn’t stop; he continued to tease and coax you through your release, prolonging the pleasure until you were breathless and trembling beneath him.
Once you came down from your high, he moved back up your body, his lips finding yours once more. The kiss was deep and filled with the promise of more. You could feel the heat radiating from him, and you knew he was just as affected by the intimacy you shared.
“Now it’s my turn,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he positioned himself above you.
With a mix of eagerness and urgency, he entered you, filling you completely. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body as he moved slowly at first, savoring every moment.
“God, you feel incredible,” he groaned, his voice low and filled with need.
You wrapped your legs around him, urging him to go deeper, to lose himself in the moment. The rhythm between you built, each thrust sending you higher, the world outside fading away until it was just the two of you, lost in the heat of passion.
As the intensity grew, so did the connection between you. With each movement, you felt your bodies melting together, the intimacy binding you in ways you never thought possible. The sounds of the city outside were drowned out by the symphony of your breaths, the whispers of your names, and the intoxicating rhythm of your bodies moving as one.
Finally, as the waves of pleasure washed over you both, you reached your peak together, a crescendo of ecstasy that left you breathless and entwined, hearts racing in unison.
In the aftermath, you lay wrapped in each other's arms, the intimacy of the moment lingering in the air. You could feel the warmth of Massimo's body against yours, the steady beat of his heart a comforting reminder of the bond you had forged.
“Always,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “You’re mine, and I’m yours.”
And in that moment, everything felt right.
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AN- Hey! I wanted to try a new style of writing for this one so that what i did! I hope you guys like it!!! ☺️
Look my guy I got inspired by the song Trust issues the weeknd remix and shameless Camilla Cabello, this might need multiple parts but I have seen you guys ask for it and I think it’s time for me to serve and for you guys to eat… also I would like to say thank you to @severewobblerlightdragon I have noticed them liking my stuff and almost always lives a comment I really appreciate it.
Part 4
The way (y/n) took over Massimos house resembled to a tiger being released from its cage, authority suited her as she strolled around with her chin high and her eyes making grown men shiver and scurry away after mumbling “yes, miss”.
Massimo observed her with his lips in a thin line and his hands curling to a fist, however he knew that any type of reaction would cost him an unbearable amount of power, her family was the only one that came to his aid, the only source of support and protection if he moved even in the slightest way that displeased (y/n) he would be left with nothing.
“A charity ball?!”
“A way to celebrate your success and show to everyone you are left unbothered and unharmed, a gracious move to invite every important person from our cycle and reconcile while standing tall despite the attempted assassinations”
“If you want to wear a fancy dress do it somewhere else, I thought we were supposed to protect this house not let everyone in”
“We accept people that have been exclusively invited by Ass, people who matter, your reputation is at stake, the great massimo has the tail between his legs and is hiding behind his stone walls”
“I am not hiding”
“It doesn’t fucking matter what you have been doing, that is what they are saying, the charity ball is happening like it or not, the invites have already been send out, but your… wife a dress and you better mingle with your guests, like a good and generous host. Got it?”
Massimo identified the assertive tone in (y/n)s and gaze that could burn his entire house down, he could also see his advisor Mario nod at him behind her back, a way to stir Massimo to not push (y/n) further.
“Fine, make your preparations. I am sure if you try hard enough the ball will be decent”
“It will be better than the fiasco Laura had caused, she danced on a pole while somebody called her a whore right?”
Massimos hand slammed on his wooden desk while his other hand instinctively his right hand reached for his gun and pointed it right at her chest. The scary part wasn’t that (y/n) was held at gun point, nor the expression of fury in Massimos handsome face, it was the devilish grin that decorated (y/n)s lips, unfazed by the situation completely.
“Amateur, if you really want to kill me, you aim at the head”
She instructed while her fingers wrapped around the gun and let it touch the skin on her forehead. Massimo was a man that was never afraid to use his weapons, still the way that she did not even blink, better yet she teased him about it left him speechless.
“Massimo put the gun down”
“No, let him, what are you waiting for? Just so you know if I die you will have a bigger problem than a dead body, but an entire empire running after you and my brother wanting your head served in a silver platter”
“You think I am scared of your stupid brother?”
“No, no you are not, you are however scared of me. Even if you plant a bullet between my eyebrows you will never, ever get rid of me”
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As always (y/n) had gotten her way and the charity ball was buzzing with people, the band she had hired played wonderful music, the staff kept the glasses of champagne full and the platters of small little delicacies going.
Massimo had his hand on Laura’s waist as they went to greet the guests, a United couple that scoffed at the missed jabs of their enemies, at least that’s what they portrayed.
The music came to a halt as a slight sound of the champagne glass summoned every guests attention. As Massimo looked up at the start of his stairs he was met with (y/n) smiling brightly with a glass in her hand, “she finally showed up” he thought
“Our dear guests, I apologise for interrupting any conversations but we have all night for chatter, me and my family would like to thank our dear friends Massimo and his family that were so kind to extend their hospitality to us, I would like to take this moment to raise my glass. To you and your wives success, both of them beautiful, kind and strong despite all. Cheers to the perfect couple”
Everyone clapped and took a sip, to anyone that did not know any better this was such a gracious gesture, a declare of loyalty and a announcement of the two families being allies, to Massimo this was a hit below the belt, to sarcastically smile and praise his wife after everything that has taken place.
Regardless of it all he took a slight sip as his grip to Laura tightened, he wanted to kill her, grab (y/n) by her pretty neck and snap it like a twig, his eyes followed her figure when she went down the stairs.
God was she bewitching, a sight for sore eyes in her dress, the most infuriating part about (y/n) is that he always left him in shambles, to kill her or to fuck her? That is the question
“(Y/n), I have to say that speech was very kind of you”
“What can I say I have a soft spot for love, we started off on the wrong foot Laura, that does not mean we should continue that way”
She was lying, Massimo knew that much and what was worst is that Laura was buying it, his wife believed that (y/n) was genuine and did not just plan an evil scheme to ridicule him further. (Y/n) reached for Laura’s hand to give it a slight squeeze of comfort.
“I am delighted you chose to wear the dress I send for you”
“It was the best out of all how could I not?”
“And you look good in it too, I will catch up with you two later, I must say hello to someone”
(Y/n) was over the moon, just the look on Massimos face made it all worth it, his hands were completely tied and there was nothing she could accuse her of, hell she had even mend her relationship with Laura and now all eyes were on Massimo.
(Y/n) approached the person she was interested in, the only man that made it look good while being completely out of place.
“So you must be… nacho? Right?”
“Yes, and you are miss (y/l/n)”
“Precisely, although I must say nacho does not suit you”
“It is only a nickname”
“I can definitely think of others that would be better”
“Is that so?”
His eyebrow raised at the sneaky way of the woman that weasels her way in his reader, he had seen her walk around the garden, a striking presence could not be missed by any man and she had been captured by his baby blue eyes, the man was sculpted by the Gods and she just so happened to be in need of a hobby. (Y/n) bit her lip as she swiftly nodded at him, the look of a helpless innocent doe that she held worked its magic on him as his pearly whites appeared at a grin.
“I’ve heard wonderful things about your work, people say you are… good with your hands”
“Such flattering words miss (y/l/n)”
“Would you like to show me your… works?”
“Whatever miss (y/l/n) wants she gets right?”
“Lead the way then and please call me (y/n)”
Her voice barely above a whisper as she said her name. Nacho only left his glass on a stand before he let his hand touch her waist and escorted her out of the mansion, what the man had not noticed is that as they went in the garden and away of the eyes of strangers Massimo had silently followed them, curious to see what was happening, who was he? Why was (y/n) walking away with him? He could barely hear what they were saying until they reached a more secluded part and stopped, (y/n) rested her back on a wall as she held her glass of champagne.
“Have you always been interested in gardening?”
“No, I like trying new things”
“That sounds promising”
“I must admit I had my eye on you”
“I noticed”
“You are a very interesting woman”
“I know, I must say you have a lot if potential… if you are up for it”
Massimos blood boil at the sight of (y/n) so sexually flirting with a man, she had never been like that with him, why would this low life get to have her while he could not even get a bite? Nacho placed his hands at either side of (y/n)s face supporting himself on the stone wall, she looked mesmerising under the moonlight, her chest rose as she took in a deep breath.
“I have never been afraid to get my hands dirty”
“Kneel”
She command him, Nacho took the champagne glass from her hand and took a sip before he leaned to connect his lips with hers, at the slight part of her lips he was able to pass a small amount of the champagne in her mouth making the kiss even more thrilling.
He pulled away from her to do as he was told, his one hand went underneath her dress to caress her leg from her ankle and up bringing goosebumps along her spine.
“Obedience becomes you”
“And we have only just began”
Nacho had kept the glass only to take a big sip of what was left of it and throw it away, quickly he lifted her dress and allowed the liquid to ran down the part that ached the most, the cooling sensation made her hiss before pleasure took over.
Massimo stood dumbfounded as he watched from the bushes his (y/n) have such an intimate moment with someone beneath her, he could imagine how good it would feel if he sliced his throat right at her feet, or maybe he should fuck her right there and make him watch. In reality, he froze at his spot as (y/n) let a few audible moans slip past her lips, he should leave, spare himself the fury of being a bystander.
(Y/n) could feel the thrill of nachos skill take over her, not only was the man between her legs extremely qualified, she was also aware of whom it was that had followed them and was now sneaking a peek through the woods, just the image of Massimo being helpless and having to endure the show of her become undone with another was enough to send her over the edge.
To have a gorgeous man please you while risking exposure while simultaneously getting on your first loves nerves was the biggest aphrodisiac that no money could ever buy. Once she felt herself slowly shimmer down she guided her hand on nachos chin and ran her thumb over his swollen lips before leaning down to plant a peck on them.
Massimo saw something beyond the pornographic scene, the movements, the lust in her eyes, the need to blow off some steam in that way. She was no longer the person he knew way back when, (y/n) had become… like him.
“Domenico, can you get the jet ready in an hour? We have some business in Palermo to take care of.”
“Yeah I can get it done, oh also (y/n) was looking for you. Said to see her in the room.”
Massimo gets up and heads to the bedroom, he knows she’s gonna be upset that he has to leave. Its the day before their anniversary and (y/n) had some things planned. They’ll be making three years together and just know it has been a LONG THREE YEARS but Massimo wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Babe, where are you?”
“In the closest.”
Massimo walks in and embraces her.
“I missed you, I woke up and you were gone.”
“I know I had a meeting to attend, and I also have another one…tonight… in Palermo.”
“Don Massimo Torricelli are you fucking kidding? Its the night before our anniversary, we have a tradition.”
“I know sweetheart but I have to go, you know how it is.
(y/n) family is also part of the Mafia, her father is a ally to the Torricelli family. Massimo’s dad- god rest his soul- and her dad were very good friends. (y/n) spent vacations staying at the Torricelli home and vice versa, they both had a strong connection since they were kids but the older they got the more they were drawn to each other.
“Why don’t you come with me? I’ll only be there for a few hours but it’ll be too late for me to come back… we could spend the weekend in Palermo and celebrate out there.”
“Idk babe, its too sudden.”
“Come on, you know you want to.”
Massimo said that in the sexiest tone, (y/n) felt a flutter in her stomach. She knew he wasn’t asking, it was an order. Massimo always ended up getting his way when it came to with (y/n).
“Ok, I’ll go.”
“Atta girl, pack a bag we leave in an hour.”
He give (y/n) a passionate kiss then immediately pulled away, leaving her yearning for more. (y/n) had some things planned for their anniversary, but now she had to improvise. So she began to pack, pondering what she’s gonna do.
Two hours later and they’ve arrived in Palermo. Massimo had to go to his meeting but he made sure to drop (y/n) off at the house first. She began to unpack and get the room ready for Massimo’s return. Her thoughts drifted back to their conversation on the airplane.
“Three years… to think we would end up together.”
“I know. You know I remember you coming around a lot and I just had this feeling from a very young age that we were meant to be.Even my dad told me once that he believed we would end up together.”
“Yeah who knew you could be so romantic.”
Massimo laughed at her, pulled her in closer. Breathing her scent in. She smelt like fresh citrus with notes of lime, sea salt and coconut wood. (y/n) loved that Massimo was comfortable with her, he is a scary man. He has a short temper, very controlling, a little egotistical, and he rules with an iron fist. However with (y/n) he is the complete opposite, he is loving, tender, protects and respects (y/n) and her family, and lastly he is an amazing lover. That handsome tan man and his cock that was built by the devil himself drove (y/n) wild but she wouldn’t want it any other way.
“You know Massimo I’m grateful that you’ve let me in, I know its hard for you but I just wanna say thank you and I love you for it.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way. After my dad passed I was in a bad state and you helped me.”
Massimo flips her over and gives her another passionate kiss only making (y/n) wetter then ever.
“I can’t wait for tonight, you are driving me mad right now.”
“So I guess my plan is working, operation sex deprive my wife is working.”
(y/n) snapped out of her thoughts and continued to prepare the room. An hour later she was dressed in her new pink lingerie waiting for Massimo to return… She heard a car pull up... It’s showtime.
Just like my previous post, this movie is very mature and contains a lot of s*x scenes. Please be aware. As always my reviews are a recap meaning they include spoilers. The review starts below the cut.
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In absolute honesty, It took me multiple sittings to finish this movie because I was cringing and getting frustrated the whole way. i don’t understand why these people keep getting funded while the other good movies are being cancelled.
Anyway, when I started this movie, I thought Laura had died because of how the previous movie ended and also due to the specific dialogue people were using. From Massimo to her best friend Olga, they were all using language suggesting that possibility, only to find out I was played and it was Massimo’s twin brother that died.
Anyway, this third movie had a bit more drama but was somehow more infuriating. One of the notable factors is that Laura did not tell Massimo that she cheated on him when she thought he cheated on her. She kept denying that anything happened and kept what happened away from him causing Massimo to grow considerably angry that she was keeping secrets from him.
When I asked myself what I would do in her situation, I thought of coming clean and then speaking about not knowing he had a twin. This would make him mad, but it would at least offer some insight. Laura on the other hand thought to keep it a secret and tell Olga that Nacho, the guy she cheated with was like a best friend to her when she took off with him! Which to me didn’t make any sense because they barely knew each other at all!
Anyway, Massimo had found out about Laura losing the baby and was considerably mad about her not telling him. The two had a fight which ended with Massimo breaking a glass on the floor and Laura remembering Nacho and still being in love with him. Her love for Nacho causes her to not want to have sex with Massimo as often and wished he was Nacho!
She soon meets Nacho by chance in Portugal while she was there for a fashion show. They go to Nacho’s house and after some cringe dialogue of “You can run away from me, but you can’t run away from your feelings”, the two have sex with each other. The next day, Laura goes back to her hotel in Portugal and sees Massimo inside, who asked her where she’d been and she threatened him with divorce and no closure. This was the most frustrating thing for me like sis was cheating on the dude and couldn’t even be honest about it. But Massimo was also on some yandere energy if I'm being fair.
Laura then goes to visit her parents to tell them she’s in love with Nacho. Her mum was so fed up that she had to smoke after deciding to be sober. The whole thing was just irritating but no joke, if I was Massimo and she chose Nacho, I would collect the company I gifted her for Christmas and be like “Tell Nacho to gift you another one, I don’t have money to waste”.
Anyway, Massimo finds out Laura cheated and Olga told Laura that Massimo knew. Laura then comes back to her home in Sicily. Nacho then goes undercover to pick up Laura at the airport. Like no matter what romance enthusiasts tell me, this dude was tryna get killed. Anywho, Laura comes goes to confront Massimo on the beach
We then find out that Massimo had known that Laura was cheating the whole time! He said that he was following the parable “If you love something, you must let it go”. Anyway, the movie ends with a cliffhanger about who Laura chooses.
This took a lot from me to watch and at some point, I was watching at 1.5x speed. I rate this movie a 3.68/10 because to me, it was a bit better than the previous one! What do you think about it? let me know in the comments.
Hello yes I definitely took a break from it but with the second movie coming out I’ll pick it back up not exactly sure when new parts will come out but they are definitely in the works ❤️
Massimo lets you shop on your own for the first time. You buy a dress and when he asks to see it you say no. He gets upset and refuses to talk to you until you show him. On Valentine’s night you walk into his study wearing a long red dress that hugs your body perfectly. A slit on the side of it coming up to your hip almost. He doesn’t look up at you until you say his name. This is his reaction...
A/N : hi y’all, this is my first attempt to write massimo torricelli (michele morrone on 365days/ 365dni) headcanons. also english is not my first language so i’m sorry if it’s kinda messy :( hope you all like it!
warning: nsfw🤡
waking up next to him everyday is just a series of you finding his head resting on your chest OR your ass :)
he always wants to be the big spoon but sometimes it’s the other way around
always. playing. with. your. hair
calls you with cute nicknames such as “baby”, “honey”, “cutie”, “babygirl” (YEAH OFC) or sometimes naughty names like “princess”, “mami”, “mia principessa”
100% weak whenever he sees you wearing his black shirt with nothing but panties only
HIS ENERGY IN THE BED. IS ASTRONOMICAL
always keep you updated whenever he’s on business trips lol but really, he just misses you so much
the messages lowkey turns out to sexting
likes to slap yo ass out of nowhere like??? when you’re watching tv, cooking in the kitchen, sleeping, showering, even when reading a book???
massimo looks scary and intimidating af but he actually acts like kids when no one’s around
oh to see those beautiful smile everyday
SPOILING YOU WITH EXPENSIVE GIFTS, DRESSES, FLOWERS and sexy ass lingeries because why not....
SHOWER SEX
also lazy morning sex
loves to give and receive
and you get to see this face when he reached the heaven
usually being the one who drives when you guys having sex
but sometimes let you to take the role and do whatever you want to him
he really likes to see you on his top
also playing with your boobs A LOT
he can cook some Italian dishes AND IT’S REAL GOOD
is a big ass baby
and what i mean a baby is sometimes he likes to lay on your lap and buries his face to your tummy and working his way up to your boobs lol
having sex with him is rough (sometimes) but after that he always makes sure that you’re okay and not hurting
showers you with forehead kisses
this always happens: he accidentally ripped your expensive af lingerie
and buying you the new one next day
he likes to tease you both irl and on the bed, but immediately give in when you call him “daddy”
his energy got boosted when you moan so loud
“baby harder”
whispers into your ear OR a really loud dirty talk
DoN mAsSimO
actually (kinda) hates you wearing revealing clothes because the only person who can see those sexy curves and thicc ass is HIM
he likes to wash your hair lmao because he thinks that your hair is really pretty and magnificent
he really likes going out a lot around the world besides business trips
and don’t forget the private jet and the luxury boat lol
⚡️open for requests⚡️
lemme know if you want another scenarios! but i only accept headcanons at the moment, thankyou love🖤
