This is pre-Vento Aureo, with Risotto and reader still in high school. Risotto is an awkward teen who doesn’t know how to deal with feelings. This is mostly fluff.
Being competitive was odd where you studied, a little high school where no more than a few hundred teens would gather to learn to build their futures. You weren't the most brilliant student, or the most athletic, yet you were constant and diligent enough to get the approval of your teachers. Your classmates would roll their yes at you and mock you with ferocity, but you were always ready to help whoever was giving a lecture at the time. You liked the trust your authority figures could give you, and didn't care enough to bow your head when your peers would chant insults at you after each lesson.
However, there was a ounce of resentment in your mind. For all the work you put into being a persevering student despite not being the best, your teachers would pour the same kind of praise they gave you to one of your classmates: an odd guy, tall and brooding, stoic to the point you believed his face was paralyzed. You knew him, he was Risotto Nero, a kid you've met before in your childhood; a little rascal that would keep quiet and stare menacingly from the corner, waiting for the right moment to sneak up on you. You remember when he would pull your hair, push you down or drag you around when you were young kids, never uttering a word until his grandmother would run to your rescue. Then he'd let you go, and you'd run away without listening to the scolding he had to endure.
This treatment continued after, even when you started to go to school. To your chagrin, he attended the same school both for elementary and junior high. Always in the same class, you were subject to his attentions every day; his silent ways were unnerving, his obsession with sitting near you anytime he had the possibility was bothersome, but you hated with all your heart how the teachers would commend his quiet nature in class and his attention, no matter the results he would get or the harassment you had to face. You were the first to admit he was less brutish, he would physically hurt you, but his stares and proximity irritated you enough that you wanted to never see him again.
You hoped that opportunity would come with high school, with the division in different types of schools, but you were unlucky enough that he picked the same institution as you. That's how you found yourself in the same classroom, and how you found yourself to strive for being the most loved student by your teachers, with sweat and kissing ass if it was needed. It was also how you found yourself tutoring him in a petty attempt to one up him, despite how twisted it sounded. You were even sure it worked, with how nervous he looked when the teacher gladly accepted your help with his falling grades in math.
You assumed he disliked you just as much as you did with him, if his dark eyes burning hole in the back of your head were any indication. Maybe you were an obstacle to his interest in staying under the teachers' wing and gain their favor, but you were intent in besting him in the only way you could. That was being the favorite and if that meant you had to spend some hours in his company, in the afternoon, so be it. After the class, you approached him, taking in his tense shoulders and eyes wide open, to set a time for him to get to your house.
That afternoon, you picked the books needed, collected the only calculator in your house, and sat down to wait for your guest. You didn't really know if he would be late or not, but the ring of the intercom informed you he was actually pretty early. Half an hour, to be precise. You got up and opened the door down the hall, after making sure it was Risotto, and waited behind the door until you heard him knock. Then you opened it, with all intentions to let him in with a wide smile, but you felt the corners of your mouth drop as soon as he got in your field of vision: he changed clothes, that was for sure, but he decided coming to your house with a shirt and trousers formal enough to fit under a business casual blazer. What threw you off, however, was the exaggerated bouquet that matched the red of his eyes and his cheeks; you didn't even know this guy could display that much emotion.
"My mother told me to bring these." After the single look he dared to give you, he tried to explain why he had flowers for a simple session of tutoring. After that sentence and your silence, he tried with all his might to look in front of him, inside your house and over your head, taking advantage of your height difference to avoid your gaze. Your mind didn't want to process what was happening, but your were present enough to see your neighbor outside her door, giggling to herself at the scene.
With a frustrated groan, you grabbed Risotto's arm and dragged him inside before slamming the door. He had some explaining to do.
Oath to keep with Risotto , please and thank you 🖤
Risotto was particularly jumpy today, you noted. You observed your usually stoic knight and lover as he stood close by your side. Though you were certainly concerned about Risotto’s sudden absent-mindedness, you weren't particularly worried. Risotto would never let anything bad happen to you.
So when you heard him walking toward you with his hands behind his back, you were more than suspicious. You put down your book and demurely took a sip of your drink as you observed him, looking a little more flustered. Definitely out of character for your brave knight.
“I won’t bite you out here, Risotto,” you chuckled, “just tell me what it is you want.”
With a little blush dusting his face, he showed you a beautiful and intricate locket. He’d probably made it himself.
“I know it’s not as nice as the other things you’ve received from your other suitors, princess. But I hope you would still accept this humble knight’s offering for his lady.”
You smiled as you stood up, walking closer to Risotto, then you turned your back to him and lifted your hair so that he could put the locket on you. As he stepped closer to put the necklace on you, your voice dipped down to a whisper.
“You know that I love you more than those stupid suitors, right?”
Posting this way cuz this 333 Milestone request took on a life of its own, so I need a read more. This was a challenging and fun prompt! It ended up NSFW which is no surprise when writing about iced rice salad! I hope you like this @satansoull!!!
Content Warning: Oral Sex & Humiliation (I’m being a little overly cautious with this tag imo)
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Mista’s coming and going from Risotto’s home office hasn’t been overlooked by the rest of the La Squadra team. No one can ignore the noises that come from Risotto’s room, no matter how hard they try.
This is especially annoying to Ghiaccio. He can’t help but feel jealous when Mista arrives then hurriedly walks to Risotto’s office and stays there until he’s seen to leave again. Ghiaccio’s even more jealous of the way Mista holds Risotto’s attention and he’s painfully jealous of the sounds Risotto elicits from Mista.
When Mista arrives, he gives a lopsided grin to Ghiaccio. He absentmindedly gives a greeting as he walks pass, making a beeline for Risotto’s office. Ghiaccio loves that crooked smile and he fucking hates himself for it.
Ghiaccio tries to distract himself whenever Mista pays a visit, but it’s impossible, especially with how loud Mista is. Ghiaccio just tries to continue doing what he was before Mista arrived. He tries to focus on the movie he’s watching in the living room with Melone and Formaggio. When Mista walks by, Formaggio automatically turns up the volume, knowing what’s coming. Melone glances at Ghiaccio often, watching him become more and more agitated as time passes. Once the first cry from Mista is heard, Ghiaccio bolts up from the couch. He grumbles and walks away with fists clenched white. Melone notices the telltale bulge in Ghiaccio’s pants.
He coos after Ghiaccio, “Let me know if you need a ‘hand,’ Ghia Baby.” He doesn’t even try to hide his solicitation.
Without his eyes leaving the TV, Formaggio hits Melone on the chest with the back of his hand. “Leave the poor, horny guy alone.”
“Ow!” Melone cries out, exaggerating from the impact. “Hit me harder and you’ll have two horny guys.” He pouts and holds onto Formaggio’s hand.
Formaggio chuckles, “Shut up.” He turns up the TV even louder. Melone resigns, keeping hold of Formaggio’s hand and nuzzles into his shoulder.
When Ghiaccio enters his room, he slams the door shut. He leans back into the wood, his fists still white knuckled. He thinks for just a second. A second is all he’s allowed before he hears another cry from Mista. His mind races with thoughts of what the men could be doing together. He violently shakes his head as if he can make the thoughts fall from him.
He palms the hard cock in his pants for a moment, but he thinks better of it. He steels himself, turns around and walks back out his bedroom door. Ghiaccio stands in his doorway for what feels like forever. He waits and is forced to listen to the two carry on. Well, mostly Mista carrying on and on.
When Mista opens the door to leave. He’s startled to see Ghiaccio glaring at him. He shuts the door behind himself and turns to leave. As he does, Ghiaccio reaches out and takes hold of Mista’s wrist.
“What the fuck?” The Gunslinger asks readying for a fight and turning to the La Squadra member. He notices Ghiaccio’s flushed red as he’s pulled back into Risotto’s office. Ghiaccio slams the door behind them, still gripping onto Mista.
Ghiaccio takes a deep breath and blurts out, “I-I want in!”
Risotto sits at his desk already absorbed in his papers, “Excuse me, Ghiaccio?” The words linger as Risotto’s tongue plays with the name.
“You fucking know what I mean! We all know what you two do in here!” He releases Mista’s wrist and slides his grasp down to Mista’s hand and holds it. “I want in.” He repeats. He looks to Risotto with desperate eyes. His Capo looks to Mista. Mista shrugs then nods. He doesn’t need to think about it, he knows how Ghiaccio looks at him at meetings. You don’t have to be a genius to know what’s been going on in Ghiaccio’s mind.
Risotto then looks back to Ghiaccio. He stands and walks silently to the blue haired man. He looms over Ghiaccio, who’s the shortest of the three. “Are you saying you want us to fuck you?” He searches Ghiaccio’s eyes.
Ghiaccio squeezes Mista’s hand, and the hand squeezes back. This catches Ghiaccio off guard. He forgot he had a hold of the gunslinger. He feels emboldened with Mista’s gesture. “Yes.” He replies quietly.
“Yes, what? Where’s that passion that you stormed in here with? Have you already gone limp?” Risotto speaks evenly but he stands so close to the smaller man that he’s nearly pressed up against him.
Ghiaccio takes offence instantly at this and yells up into his Capo’s face. “I want you to fuck me!”
Risotto stands his ground, saying, “That’s more like it.” He lifts Ghiaccio’s glasses from his face and tosses them onto the floor. He takes hold of his face and kisses him roughly.
Mista stand there with wide eyes watching the two men. Okay, so this is happening. He thinks, then stops thinking as he joins in. The three men entwine in kisses and bites and some hair pulling because Ghiaccio is a fucking brat. They work their way to the bed where the three of them are naked with Ghiaccio reclining, propped up on his elbows.
“Oh! I thought you were bald under the hat.” Ghiaccio says as he looks up at Mista’s short curly hair.
“Why does everyone think that?” He shoots a confused looks to Risotto who just chuckles and takes a hold of Ghiaccio’s hard cock. Standing at the end of the bed, Risotto leans down and takes Ghiaccio’s thick 6 inches into his mouth. Risotto barely takes the time to roll back his foreskin before plunging Ghiaccio into his mouth.
The blue haired man yells, “FUCK!”
Risotto sucks hard onto the cock and pulls off with a loud POP! “Oh, that’s right.” Looking at Ghiaccio, he continues, “You’re too fucking loud. Mista put your cock in his mouth. You have sucked cock before right, Ghiaccio?”
Ghiaccio looks at Mista’s cock, then back to Risotto without saying anything but turns bright red.
“Fuck all these virgins.” Risotto says flatly while he rolls his voidous eyes.
“I’m not a fucking virgin!” Ghiaccio blurts out.
“Well, that doesn’t help you here, now does it?” Risotto stands and Ghiaccio stares at his half flaccid 10 inches. Ghiaccio swallows hard.
“You know how a cock works. Just do what you like.” Risotto says as he motions for Mista to move closer to the man on the bed.
Mista approaches, heeding Risotto’s command. He stands over Ghiaccio who looks up at him still blushing. He gives that smile that Ghiaccio hates to love. Seeing the effect he has on the man below him, Mista begins rubbing his cock. “If you’re going to back out, you’d better say something now.” The gunslinger says taking a note from his first encounter with Risotto.
“I’m not going to fucking back out!” He takes hold of Mista’s 7 1⁄2 inches. Seeing this, Risotto takes hold of the cock before him. Risotto starts by working it, mirroring Ghiaccio’s actions. As Ghiaccio handles Mista, so does Risotto with Ghiaccio’s cock: pulling back the foreskin, licking along the underside, and sucking gently at the head.
Risotto is a patient man, but right now, he wants to get straight to business. With his free hand, he starts working his own cock. He takes in all of Ghiaccio, hollowing his cheeks to create suction around him. In response, Ghiaccio whines onto Mista and takes the Gunslinger deeper. Absorbed in the feeling he’s receiving, Ghiaccio finds his rhythm. Mista’s head rolls back and he runs his hand through the blue curls before him.
Risotto notices it first. As he’s working Ghiaccio, the cock begins cooling and grows colder and colder with each bob. Risotto looks to Mista to see if he’s having a similar reaction. Mista is absorbed in his end of the situation. He looks down at Ghiaccio who’s own eyes are closed as he hums into Mista’s cock savoring the taste of the gunslinger. Mista looks over to Risotto with a slight grimace as the cold is starting to feel uncomfortable for him.
Risotto pulls off of Ghiaccio with another POP! Ghiaccio releases Mista with a yelp at the sensation. “That’s enough.” The capo says. He stands and walks over to Mista’s side. “We’re switching, Mista.”
“Oh, okay.” Mista is both relieved and disappointed.
“You’ve already came today. If you want to cum again, you can do it on your own.” Risotto reminds him.
Mista begins to walk passed the capo, but he grabs Mista by the arm. “Come here first.” Risotto says kissing the gunslinger and Risotto presses his tongue into Mista. He feels the cool within Risotto’s mouth and tastes Ghiaccio on him. Risotto breaks the kiss and in a daze, Mista walks away, but not before Risotto can give him a firm slap on the ass. Mista lets out a yelp as he jumps slightly from the action causing his cock to bounce. He walks to the foot of the bed rubbing the sting on his ass.
Ghiaccio’s eyes follow Mista then he looks up at Risotto who’s already stroking himself. The blue haired man below him swallows hard.
“You should thank me for working you up to this.” Risotto says looming over his subordinate. Ghiaccio just looks at him dumbfounded. Risotto tilts his head slightly, giving an expectant look.
“Oh! Uh, thank you.” Ghiaccio blurts out, but Risotto continues looking at him expectantly and continues pumping his own cock. Mista watches the exchange, his cock straining but ignored as he admires the way Risotto speaks to Ghiaccio.
Ghiaccio clears his throat. “Thank you very much, Capo.” He says flatly, glancing at Risotto’s cock which is now bouncing in his face as it’s being stroked.
“That’s more like it. You should also be grateful that we’re sucking you off. Isn’t that right Mista?” Mista agrees as soon as he hears his name.
“Thank you for… sucking me off, Capo.” Risotto gives him that expectant look again then looks to Mista.
“Thank you for sucking me off, Mista.” Ghiaccio blurts it out sounding like one long word. Understanding the game, Mista helps himself to Ghiaccio’s cock and starts licking at him as he continues to watch Risotto play with his blue haired toy.
Ghiaccio lets out a cry in response to Mista. Risotto swiftly bends over and kisses Ghiaccio, silencing him. Risotto forces his tongue into Ghiaccio’s mouth. Risotto notices the familiar taste of Mista in Ghiaccio’s mouth and Ghiaccio tastes himself. Risotto breaks the kiss by biting on his subordinate's lip. Ghiaccio winces and whines.
Risotto takes hold Ghiaccio’s chin. “Open.” Ghiaccio obeys his capo and opens his mouth. Looking into Ghiaccio’s eyes, Risotto spits into the waiting mouth. He stands giving Ghiaccio that expectant look again.
“Oh! Uh, Thank you, capo.” Ghiaccio says and lets out a whimper as his eyes fixate on the large cock that Risotto is stroking in his face once again.
Mista takes all of Ghiaccio into him and works him steadily. He strokes himself with this free hand while he tries to watch the two men before him.
Ghiaccio takes a hold of Risotto’s cock and runs his tongue along the underside of the head, looking up at his capo. Risotto’s face holds no reaction for Ghiaccio to read, instead he places a large hand at the back of Ghiaccio’s head and presses himself into the mouth below him. Risotto sets a steady rhythm for him without going deeper than Ghiaccio can manage.
Ghiaccio’s been feeling confused up until this point. He enjoyed the humiliation more than he expected. If he’s honest with himself, he’s enjoying everything more than he expected. Having his capo in his mouth is the most exhilarating of it all. He savours the taste and tries to take him as deeply as he can, creating a pace of his own. Risotto remove his hands from Ghiaccio’s head and watches the man below him suck his cock with eyes closed. Risotto can see how much he’s enjoying the taste and feel of him. He looks over to Mista who’s also absorbed in the cock in front of him. Little muffled moans can be heard from the gunslinger as he’s also rubbing himself.
Then the cold starts to set in again. Having expecting it now, Risotto notices it first. He looks to Mista, who a moment later opens his eyes to look at Risotto. He furrows his brow but continues on.
Working the cock with a hand as an extension of his mouth, Mista tightens his grip to make up for the numb feeling the cold is setting in. He does the same with his mouth, pressing his tongue against Ghiaccio’s underside firmer and creating more suction.
Ghiaccio lets out a moan around Risotto. The cock feels increasingly warmer in his mouth, but he doesn’t question it. He tries to focus on his task, but Mista’s mouth feels too good. Ghiaccio falters with his orgasm approaching.
Risotto places his hand in the blue hair, guiding Ghiaccio. The capo watches as his subordinate gags around his cock with eyes shut tight and tears forming in the corners.
Letting go of his own cock, Mista takes hold of Ghiaccio’s thighs, pulling it as deep within his mouth as he can. Ghiaccio’s orgasm hits him and he cums icy into Mista’s mouth. It’s an odd sensation that Mista can’t wrap his head around. He drinks of Ghiaccio regardless getting every last drop. Mista releases Ghiaccio with a cold exhale a that he can see floating in the air. He sits on the bed, and resumes slowly stroking himself as he watches his two lovers.
Focusing on the sting of the cold, Risotto cums in Ghiaccio’s mouth with a low growl. Ghiaccio wasn’t prepared for the force at which his capo cums. It hits the back of his throat causing him to gag a little, but he keeps hold on Risotto. With his hand, the capo pumps his cock a few last times to make sure his subordinate takes all of his seed.
He pulls out of Ghiaccio’s mouth and says “Show me.” Ghiaccio’s brows furrow but he opens his mouth showing Risotto the pool of cum in his mouth.
“Swallow.” Risotto gently commands. Ghiaccio makes a small grimace but obeys his capo and swallows the load.
“Show me.” Risotto coos. Ghiaccio is surprised by this. He’s never heard his capo speak like this. Ghiaccio excitedly opens his empty mouth to Risotto, sticking his soft pink tongue out of his mouth.
“Good Boy.” Risotto says as he leans down to kiss Ghiaccio, tasting himself on his subordinate. The kiss is broken when Risotto hears a whimper at the other side of the bed.
“Ah! Sorry.” Mista says, stroking his cock and watching the other two.
“Lay down, my gunslinger.” Risotto commands and Mista obeys. Once laying down, Risotto instructs. “Ghiaccio, keep him quiet.” The capo takes all of Mista into his mouth. Mista cries out.
“A-Ah! I’m already clo…” Mista is cut off by a kiss from Ghiaccio. Ghiaccio tastes himself on Mista’s tongue and Mista notices the familiar taste of the capo. Mista wraps his arms around the cold man, kissing him furiously as his orgasm approaches.
Risotto takes hold of Mista’s balls and cradles them as he works his tongue at Mista’s underside. Mista moans at Ghiaccio’s tongue as his thighs start to tremble. Risotto half smiles with his mouth around the gunslinger. Squeezing Ghiaccio tighter, Mista cums and Risotto drinks of him hungrily.
Mista releases Ghiaccio and he plops onto the bed above Mista. Risotto joins them, laying at Mista’s side. All three men lay on the bed, panting with Mista breathing the hardest.
“Ya know,” Mista starts then chuckles. “When you cum, it’s like ice cream.” He looks at Ghiaccio with the grin he loves.
Ghiaccio takes offense, “What the fuck?” He turns his head to glare at the gunslinger.
“Yeah, you know, cuz when you cream it’s cold like ice.” Mista explains his brilliant realization. Risotto lets out a deep chuckle, but Ghiaccio only scowls.
“That sounds good, Gunslinger. Let’s get some actual ice cream.” The capo offers as he stands to get dressed.
