hi! I was wondering if u can write something for Tony Montana where he’s only soft for you. Maybe when he’s stressed, he always wants you to sit on his lap and kiss u or whenever he’s angry about a failed mission he just wants to be close to u. Thank you 🫶🏻
of course - i love this idea btw!!!🫶🏻
summary: tony needs a bit of love and comfort, youre more than willing to offer it
warnings: sitting on his lap, physical touch, kissing, playful flirting, fluff
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For the first time since he was a boy in Cuba - before being entangled in all the mess and crime - Tony was happy in life. He was making money, easing off the drugs, and he had the prettiest, sweetest girl for whom he would do anything. But that didn’t negate the annoyances, the long meetings, the difficult business transactions, the slimy buyers.
He was sat in his office, a cigar between his lips as he let out a heavy breath, when he saw the door inch open, you peering around the solid slab of dark wood.
“Can I come in?” you uttered.
“You don’t gotta ask,” he said, trying to be gentle, though his words came out in a grumble. His eyes were heavy and his frame tensed.
You walked the length of his office to his desk, which you rounded until you stood beside him, gently taking his jaw in your palm. “Can I sit?”
Tony offered a smile, nodded, pushing back his chair slightly and spreading his legs. “Again. Don’t gotta ask,” he hummed, hands planting on your waist as he guided you to sit in his lap. “You got somethin’ to tell me?”
Your soft hair was wrapped around his finger and you smiled gently as you looked at him. “No… I just- just wanted to check in,”
“Yeah?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Princesa..” he uttered, a rough, large finger now gently tracking your soft, smooth cheek bone. “You’re perfect.”
You looked down at him, shifted slightly in his lap and brought your hands to his hair, your fingers sinking into the thick, brown mass. “You look so tired..”
“Don’t worry about it,”
“How can I not worry about it?”
He smirked at that, and his hand ran a gentle circle along your back, against the soft fabric of your summer dress. “Por que… I already feel better. You know what the problem was?”
You tilted your head, breathing softly as you waited for him to continue.
“I didn’t have you close enough…” he said, an almost boyish smile on his lips now. He leaned in, pressing his face into the crook of your neck and inhaling, his nose filling with the tones of honey, fresh flowers, and clean linens. “Mm… I just gotta breathe you, an’ I get all better…”
You laughed softly, patted his arm. “I’m glad you think that, but if something’s bothering y-”
“A-ah. No. The only thing you gotta worry about thats bothering me, is those pretty lips…” he uttered, a tentative thumb brushing along your lower lip, “arent on mine,”
“Yeah?” You smiled. “A kiss gonna fix it?”
“Like always.”
“Okay,” you leaned in and let them hover over his eyes as you uttered teasingly, “I suppose I can kiss my husband… if he really needs it. You really need it?”
“Oh yeah. I die without it.”
“Oh… well I can’t have that,” you smirked, pressing your lips against his. You shifted closer on his lap, breathing softly and still playing with his hair as you eased your tongue between his lips, finding a little playful resistance from his. One hand in his hair, one hand gently squeezing his bicep, you smiled against his lips and slowly pulled away. “Better?”
“Much better. Gracias, mi amor,”
“Por supuesto. Pero…” you hummed, your hand moving now from his bicep to his forearm, feeling his hard flesh beneath the expensive sleeve of his dark suit jacket. “Tell me what’s wrong, baby. Please?”
He let out a breath, looking up at you, his eyes softer and almost twinkling now. “You gotta… gotta trust me, it’s okay,” he said softly. “It’s just work.”
You frowned slightly at that.
“Oh, come on, princesa… you don’t wanna hear about my work… and, I don’t want you to hear about it… you’re too good for that.”
“Tony…” it was almost a whine, and definitely a plea.
“Princesa…” he said, tone slightly firmer.
“Mm.” You looked at him, your bottom lip pushed out slightly before you conceded, “Okay. But I’m stayin’ here.”
He chuckled deeply, arms wrapping around your waist. “You think I’d let you go so soon? I need my princesa right here, lookin’ pretty, smellin’ pretty…”
You giggled softly, pushed your head down gently into the crook of his neck and kissed his warm skin just beneath his black silk shirt. “I love you Tony,”
“I love you, hermosa,”
