Can you write a Lemon for Abbacchio's ex wife x Yan!Rissoto?
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Abbacchio’s ex wife!Reader x Yan!Risotto
Warning ; Abbacchio lovers this is extremely angsty so I really suggest scrolling away! 🥲 contains strong language, violence, drugging, mentions of suicide
Word count : 6,644
A/N : This doesn't sound much like the scenario of ex wife, but I just really had the idea for this, so sorry for twisting it a bit😔
“DAMN IT ABBACCHIO!” You threw the bottled wined that was near you directly at Abbacchio- him dodging it quickly which made you feel more furious “I didn’t mean to cara-“ Abbacchio slowly walked to you but at the same time he was looking on the floor to avoid the glass shards from the bottled wine you threw.
“What the fuck do you mean you didn’t mean to huh!? Do you think I’m a fucking fool?!” You cried out as more sounds of your sobbing grew the more you had threw the closest objects around you to Abbacchio. He cheated on you with another slut.
“It was an accident for fucks sake! I was drunk- you know I’m not my fucking self when I’m drunk!” Abbacchio yelled as he continues to walk to you, he was getting too close to the point you slowly backed away too, your other hand assisting to stop the tears rolling on your face- your eyes were starting to get more red while your heart was aching so much from the discovered actions of your husband. Abbacchio’s heart was shattered into little pieces, seeing you cry in pain this hard was too much to handle.
“I’ve told you so many times to stop drinking! Now look what you’ve done you fucking bitch!”
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It was an average day together with your husband, you were making some coffee for him or overall a breakfast brunch- all together pancakes with toast and waffles, you thought to yourself have you cooked too much? Whatever, you felt really well these past years ever since you and your husband got married- that you didn’t notice you had made these much.
You then began to place the plates with food on your living room table- there sat a tray, careful not to spill the coffee one. After succesfully placing them- you had a quick look on your phone to check what time it is. It was 8:30AM and your husband still isn’t awake yet. ‘He’s oversleeping again..’ your thoughts spoke.
‘He’s been really working hard on his job..’ it had been going on for a while that your husband has been taking more longer in his missions than usual, he didn’t tell you what his job was but you didn’t care- all that matters that he was still here with you. A loving couple.
Being the wife you are, you’ve been doing your best everyday. To take care your husband like a newborn baby, the thoughts of mentioning a baby made you flustered a little but quickly shook it off, you carefully picked up the tray with both of your hands- raising it slowly and continued your way to you and your husbands’ bedroom.
You hummed a little song while you were watching your steps, cautious of not to fall or trip. You looked up and spotted the familiar door to your bedroom- letting one hand go to twist the doorknob and the other one holding the tray. Quietly twisting the doorknob- aware that your husband is still asleep.
You opened the door to see on the bed your husband peacefully asleep, his back was faced on you. His long silky hair that laid on the sheets and a few strands on his face, you placed the tray full of foods on the drawer beside the bed, you slowly let one knee down then another- shifting your upper body to take a peek on your sleeping husband.
You raised your hand- itself approaching to tug the hair at the side view of your husbands’ face, but before you could do that your hand was suddenly grabbed and pulled. You yelped by the force you felt- feeling that you have dives instantly in the warm embrace of your loved one, Abbacchio.
“Hey! You scared me for a sec!” Your muffled voice said, you were drowning in Abbacchio’s tight hug- your head on his shoulder as his arms hug you entirely, you could still smell the nostalgic scent from how you first met Abbacchio “Abbacchioo…!” You whined yet still no answer, did he really had to pretend to be asleep or is he playing games with you?
“Abbacchio dearrr..” You let your right arm free to pinch his cheek from above- tugging it slightly back and forth, you then felt the tight hold on you release, letting yourself rise to see his face. His eyes were still closed but you knew that he’s awake, you smiled and gave him a peck kiss on his lips.
You moved yourself from the bed to get a plate of pancakes and a fork, meanwhile Abbacchio slowly sat up while stretching his arms and his back at the same time. You looked back to your husband who looked like a mess yet still adorable as ever- you lightly giggled.
“What’s so funny?” Abbacchio slightly frowned, “Oh nothing~” you hummed. You then sat close to Abbacchio holding the plate of food- beginning to give him bites of pancakes, the start of both of your bonding for the day.
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You were walking back after groceries, your husband had left early for a meeting so that leaves you to do your to-do list. Carrying bags full of consumables- both of your arms trying their best to hold on for the bags not to get ripped under.
The sun was slowly descending, you wanted to walk faster but your arms were getting quite sore from the heavy bags you carried. Luckily you had spotted a bench with no one sitting on it, you decided to take a break before continuing your way back home.
You sat your bags by the side while you sat beside them too. Taking a deep breath and exhaling as you let the fresh air take over- it was really relaxing that you might want to take a nap.
Were you really that tired? Should you call your husband to pick you up? You weren’t sure about calling him, thinking that he’s still in an important meeting. You sighed, you grabbed your phone out of your pants’ pocket- deciding to watch cat videos to distract yourself.
Though you shouldn’t have watched for too long..
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It had been at least almost 1 hour of watching compilations of wholesome to funny scenes of cats, you felt satisfied till realization had hit you like a truck. Fuck.
You looked at the sky to see it’s almost dark, checking the time on your phone- it was 6:27 PM. “Almost an hour?! Oh no- is Abbacchio home? I have to get-“ you whined but stopped by a loud thud on your right.
You saw the bench shake a bit from a big pressure that sat, the bench itself also moved a bit from its original spot- looks like someone quite aggressive had sat down.
Your slight widen eyes looked from where it came from to be immediately shocked by something unexpected.
A man who wore all black covered in blood- one of his hand that covered that you assumed was a wound- could be a big one too. You instantly panicked and a spike of worry rushed in as soon as you saw the bleeding man.
“Oh signore! Are you alright? Oh god you need to go to the hospital!” You spoke with your voice starting to tremble from confusion and fear mixed with worry. You started to dial the phone number for an emergency but to be stopped with a large hand that was placed on your forearm.
“No.. no- it’s fine, don't call the damn ambulance please.” The man huffed- clearly struggling just by the look on his face. His body panting from exhaustion, he looked like he went on a marathon and took a break right at this bench.
You were more confused now as to why the man refused calling an ambulance, too confused that you didn’t know what to do next.
You looked down at his wound that was located on his upper stomach by the side, his big hand on it to prevent loosing more blood. You were internally disgusted by the smell and look of the blood that spread all over him, you thought that this was more of a like doctor thing!
A light bulb lit on your head, you digged for your cloth napkin inside of your coat and found it- immediately pressing it on the man's wound whispering 'sorry' multiple times as the man groaned from the pain. "You could've gave me a warning for that." The man spoke.
You nervously smiled- still clearly worried, "Sorry.." You looked on his wound then caught by the attention of his muscles on his stomach, you felt yourself heating a bit but not by the reason he was attractive.. just not used to seeing half shirtless men.
"If I may ask.." you paused, catching the man's eyes' focused on you, "Why don't you wanna go to the hospital? You could straight up get stitched and done!" You asked, the man sighed. "I can't go the hospital, I don't trust them. I stitch myself up when I end up in situations like this, though I wouldn't be normally let myself be with strangers coming up to them like this."
You nodded in response, "May I know why you're.. in a situation right now..?" It was a brief moment of silence after you asked that question, suddenly he placed his hand over your hand that was covering his wound with a napkin- you looked right at him with a surprised look.
His hand lightly gripped over the back of your hand "It hurts, fuck." The man growled, 'Ahh shit.. what do I do? Do I call the ambulance? But he doesn't want to go to the hospital- but Y/N he's bleeding continuously! He's going to die because of you!' Your thoughts panicked.
You gulped, not sure of what to do. "If you don't want to go to the hospital that's fine, if you can still walk- my house is nearby, I can wrap you up there."
The man's grip on you released after what you said, he gave a little nod in agreement.
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You both arrived at your house.
God- why were you bringing a stranger in your place again? Your thoughts said as you shuffled a key in the keyhole, turning it to hear the sound of it unlocked.
You turned the doorknob and opened the door, "Come in, you can sit by the couch over there while I get supplies." You said while taking off your shoes and coat- hanging the coat by a coat stand.
Before the man could step a foot- you stopped him "Ah ah ah!" The man looked at you, his eyes wide filled with a confused look, you had to admit that he looked like a lost puppy.
A big puppy.
"No shoes on the floor please." He turned his gaze at the shoe rack by the side, recognizing the pair of shoes you wore were resting by the side "My apologies." The man took off his shoes and sat it beside your pair of shoes.
You led him in the living room and gestured him to sit down by the couch, he took the offer and sat down. You then went to get the medical supplies in the bathroom then went haste on going back- bringing a cloth bandage and some water to clean the area of his wound.
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It only took quite a while to wrap his wound up, after finishing treating his wound you started to gather back all the supplies you've used.
"My name is Risotto, Risotto Nero." you turned back to him- giving him a small smile "My name's Y/N Leone, but you can just call me Y/N." Now that you've realized- you never actually got this man's name from the first place.
You both had a conversation about what are your likings, or hobbies and a typical topic that two people talk about, Risotto sounded like a nice guy, though you still wonder why he was wounded when he came up to you.
Meanwhile Risotto seemed to grew warm around you, slowly starting to talk more and share experiences, he didn't know why, he usually doesn't talk this much like before- you just had some type of happiness and warmth that any person would die for.
And Risotto finally realized he was one of them.
"Hey Risotto?" You called, Risotto hummed.
"Why were you actually bleeding in the first place?"
Just then before he could answer, you both heard the main door's knob turn- revealing your husband Abbacchio who was drenched wet, you haven't noticed till now that it was raining! "Abbacchio?!.. wait stay put there!" You quickly stood up and hurried in the bathroom, opening the drawers to grab a towel- running back like you're running for your life.
"Oh honey, are you okay? Did you get hurt? Oh no.. You're going to get sick sooner or later! I'll prepare a warm bath for you alright?" You hurriedly spoke- almost stuttering while patting Abbacchio with a towel, Abbacchio soon letting himself be babied by you.
"I'm fine, the rain just catched up." His eyes then spotted an unfamiliar pair of shoes in the house- he frowned. "Someone else is here?" You looked at him then at the direction he was looking at- finding out he was looking at Risotto's shoes.
“Oh yeah, forgot to tell you we have a visitor. Sorry dear.” You spoke with a nervous look on your face. Abbacchio took off his shoes and went inside, his footsteps heavy and loud yet slow- You had thought that he was mad now, but yeah he was mad.
You followed behind him- telling him that he should take a bath first but he refuses to answer back- focused on one goal is to find that visitor.. those pair of shoes were big, he already figured it out it was a man.
He went inside the living room to spot the man that calmly sat on the couch- watching the television. “Who are you? Why are you here?” his voice sharp and deeper, sounding like he was offended that someone else is here.
Risotto turned his head back to the side- to be met in eye contact with Abbacchio. Both pairs staring hard as if it was a staring contest yet Risotto looked calm but his red eyes don't show mercy nor instant death.
Risotto stood up, facing the both of you. Him being shirtless as he shows the wound you just wrapped up on his torso, "I'm guessing that's your girlfriend. Well your girlfriend was nice enough to patch me up." Abbacchio raised a brow.
"She's not my girlfriend. She's my wife." Abbacchio's voice, hard and intimidating. They both stared at each other for a moment till Risotto had broke it off. "I guess I'll be taking my leave now." He said as he picked up his jacket.
"Wait!"
Both of the men looked at you, Abbacchio growing more concerned why you brought a man here. "It's raining outside, can't you just stay here for dinner? Please I insist you do!" You had to at least put the fire out between the two, and someway to apologize of your husbands' behavior. Clearly Abbacchio was getting a tinsy bit jealous.
Risotto looked at Abbacchio, a sign of asking for permission if he can stay here for dinner. Abbacchio once again looked at him, giving him a death glare and responded with a 'tch' as he walked away- going to the bathroom to take a shower.
You both watched him go in the bathroom then hearing the door slam loud. You sighed, "I'm sorry about him, he just doesn't like visitors in our house." Risotto nodded, "I see, I understand that. Some people wouldn't want strangers in their house too." You hummed in response.
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Dinner was finished and you all ate, during the time you were the one mostly doing the talking meanwhile you could see in the corner of your eye- Abbacchio giving Risotto a bad eye. He clearly didn’t like him nor his presence around here. While Risotto had to suffer from the awkwardness between both men, he tried his best talking to you and keeping up a formal conversation but Risotto could still feel Abbacchio’s eyes stabbing at him.
After you all finished, Risotto bid goodbye when the rain had turned light.
You turned to your husband who was drinking wine while watching the television, you sighed. Walking up behind him- letting your arms snake around his broad shoulders, your head resting on the side of his neck. Abbacchio could feel your warm breath against him that had him flustered inside.
"I'm sorry.." you coo'd as you nuzzled more in Abbacchio's neck- your embrace becoming more tighter. Abbacchio side eyed you, taking a sip from his wine, "Next time amore.. just tell me when someone is coming." You raise your head, kissing Abbacchio's cheek, "Of course, I promise."
'Something fishy is going on with that man.'
'His eyes, his eyes are overwhelming.. almost as if he's going to kill me.'
'I better keep an eye out.'
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How many times will that man come back? Abbacchio groaned, his hand forming a fist while his mouth slightly gritted. That man named Risotto, he's been damn going back and forth to you!
You waved goodbye to Risotto and closed the door, turning around- you slightly flinched from the big form that towered you. Your eyes climbed and laid on Abbacchio's eyes, darting right at yours. You could tell from his face expression that he was getting mad again.
"Y/N.. How many more fucking times will he keep coming back in this place, it's the 3rd time this week!" Abbacchio spoke, his curse words sounded more sharper. "Don't let him treat this damn house like a hospital! Where do you think he even gets those wounds? It just gets worst everytime he comes back!" His voice who was turning more into a yell.
Risotto, he only came by here to patch up for once just 2 weeks ago.. but now it's the 4th week, the days increased suddenly and you both noticed that his injuries were more likely to be a hospital's treatment more than treating it at home, you were more confused why he didn't want an ambulance. You tried asking but he somehow avoids the question, meanwhile your husband Abbacchio was very annoyed- though he was already annoyed in the first place.
You were also getting tired from patching up Risotto's wounds, he was the reason that the medical supplies were running out quick. The more he comes back, the more you had to buy more medical supplies- it was money draining..
The worst part here was, you and Abbacchio were having arguments more often after having Risotto around the 3rd time- it was never like this before. Never did once.
"I-I'm sorry dear.." you looked down to both of your feet, fiddling with your thumbs as you felt liquid bubble up on the corner of your eye. Abbacchio would never yell at you, he never usually did, but how come it hurts when Abbacchio yells but not for the others?
Abbacchio noticed your voice letting out a crack, slowly realizing what he just said. Shit, he should've controlled himself.
His emotions were mixing him up, rage and worry and sadness. These were so strong.. he didn't want you to see him like this. He brushed off beside you, walking to the front door as he opened and left it shut. Abbacchio bit his lip while he walked away at the dark, him not sure of where to go- but he let his foot do the action.
You yet again sobbed, letting out sounds of small hiccups as tears fall down- forcibly wiping them. It hurts that everytime Abbacchio leaves, he could've told you where he was going.. but he didn't- he never did ever since he left without a word.
'Oh Y/N..'
'It hurts me to see you cry, don't worry I'll get rid of him soon.'
'After I get rid of him, I'm sure we'll be together.. for once and for all..'
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Where was Abbacchio?
It's past dinner time, he hasn't come home yet. You were growing worried, wondering if he got into trouble or other bad things you could've thought- he would normally come home when it was dinner time- even after arguments.
You sat at the table with prepared food for the both of you, picking up a fork and poking the cut steak- eating it in a more non-energetic way. Staring at the seat in front of you that was blank.
You hoped he would come back soon.
A few days ago..
"Hm? Oh hey Risotto! Welcome back." Formaggio greeted.
"Heyyyy Formaggio- where the hell's sandwich in the fridge? I swear I left a note there saying it was mine!" Ghiaccio shouted out from the kitchen, both of Risotto and Formaggio heard.
"Sandwich? No I don't think I've seen a sandwich in the fridge, I didn't check after I came back from my mission!" Formaggio shouted back.
Sounds of multiple footsteps were tapping the wooden staircase, Risotto turned his gaze and saw it was Prosciutto behind along was Pesci. "What's with all of the shouting?" Prosciutto spoke as he continued to descend from the stairs.
"Ghiaccio's sandwich was gone I guess." Formaggio answered.
"Hey dudes." A voice above spoke, You all looked up to see Illuso on idle by the railing of the stairs- wearing a towel around his waist.
"Sandwich..? Didn't Illuso-" Pesci yelped after saying Illuso's name.
"ILLUSO?!" Ghiaccio screamed.
"Pesci!" Illuso's eyes wide, fuck- he shouldn't have lied to Pesci instead of admitting he stole Ghiaccio's sandwich. It was 3am for fucks sake, he was hungry!
"You fucking asshole Illuso, I will damn beat your ass!" Ghiaccio slammed the fridge door, his feet walking past the group in a haste. Illuso then ran to the bathroom- slamming its door.
"Open the door you shithead!" Ghiaccio aggressively banged on the door multiple times.
"Heh, only if you can!" Illuso cackled.
"Great job Pesci, look at what you did." Prosciutto said as Pesci watched the two of his comrades horrifyingly. Risotto sighed while Formaggio watched in amusement- finding it rather entertaining.
"Where’a Melone?" Risotto asked as he switched his gaze to Prosciutto.
Catching his attention immediately, “He’s in his room, probably doing his own things.”Risotto nodded and headed upstairs to go to Melone’s room.
Once arrived at Melone’s door while there’s chaos noises in the background- Risotto gently knocked 3 times on the door, after a few seconds the door knob turned, Melone who stood behind.
“Oh! Hey Risotto.” Melone greeted behind the half opened door. Also curious to find what’s his leader doing at the front of his room, was there a new mission again? He’s been waiting for this moment! Melone’s eyes were starting to spark from growing excitement. It’s been a long time since he had been assigned on another mission!
“I have a favor Melone.” Risotto’s voice spoke- stoic as ever.
Melone smiled, “Why come in!”
"I need more information about Y/N and.. a background check on her husband."
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The sound of a loud thud occured behind, the bartender chuckled. "You're here again?" The bartender said as he was wiping a glass, Abbacchio only gave him a deep glare, his head low while he sat still- his back hunched and both arms on the counter.
Without further ado, the bartender did his own casual drink specifically for Abbacchio, he usually doesn't come here often but the more weeks passed by- the more he became a regular customer.
Abbacchio watched the crowd behind him, some were dancing, some were talking and flirting, some were having real fun.
A ring suddenly vibrated on the bartender's pocket, "Hold on- I gotta take this call." the bartender spoke- Abbacchio heard but did not answer back. His eyes still locked at the crowd. his thoughts were filled of you.
'Metallica.'
'I'll put this drug in his drink, after this he won't even recognize himself.' Risotto used his stand to make him invisible, secretly putting the powdered drug inside Abbacchio's drink that was still unfinished. Unfortunately to Abbacchio he was not aware of what was going to happen to him next.
Just then the bartender came back, he continued his way to making Abbacchio's drink, the only thing he needed to do was watch him drink it. Then it will all be completed.
"Here you go Signore." The bartender gave Abbacchio his glass, his eyes then switched to his drink, slowly grabbing the glass to suddenly chugging the beverage till it was completely gone.
Risotto was about to start a fire between sweet married couple, he snapped his fingers then a beautiful woman came out just behind him. The woman made a small giggle as she approached Abbacchio, the woman wearing a very revealing dress along with a fierce make up that suited the color of her dress.
The woman sat next to Abbacchio, giving him a sweet look and started a conversation of whatsoever, now all Risotto needed to do was wait for the right time.
The drink was getting a bit.. tipsy? Abbacchio was feeling funny yet some need of sexual tendencies had started growing little by little. He wouldn't normally be drunk with just one shot.
This woman.. this woman kept talking to him nonstop despite not responding to whatever she was saying. He dragged his gaze slowly towards her, his eyes caught her cleavage while her foot was fidgeting Abbacchio's pants.
Abbacchio felt himself sexually attracted to the woman, he knew she was trying to get with him, he knew that woman wanted to get laid. But fuck, the desperation was thirsty. He knew this was wrong- he was married to a woman he really fucking cared and protected, he was going to be so sorry for what he was going to do next.
Before he knew it, the woman landed a kiss on Abbacchio's lips, kissing him tenderly while their tongues played with each other's. The woman being unbelievably close while Abbacchio had his arms wrapped around the woman's waist while his hands massaged her ass cheeks. It was such a sloppy make out but Abbacchio felt this was too good.
Risotto lowly chuckled, "Such a loyal husband, right Y/N?" He tapped the send button, the message sending it to you.
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You were yet again cooking dinner, while chopping some onions up- your phone had a notification which caught your attention. You stopped for a moment to check what it was, hoping it was Abbacchio, him wanting you to pick him up.
Though it was an.. unknown number? You've never recognized this number before- this was new. Maybe Abbacchio had a new phone number? You checked the message to witness something you shouldn't even have seen at the first place.
You played the sent video. A man and a woman- but the man looked alot like your husband, too familiar. Then a few seconds later they started making out- the video zooming in to the people making out, getting a close look that the man was Abbacchio.
You were speechless after watching the video, that couldn't be Abbacchio.. right? No, no- you had to watch the video again.. It was impossible for it to be Abbacchio. You watched the video again, eyes wide to try and identify the man again. But unfortunately it really was Abbacchio, you fucking hoped it wasn't him as you thought you were getting hallucinating, but it really was him.. your fucking cheating husband.
You instantly let out a loud cry, your heart shattering while you sobbed from the truth, you never expected him to be a cheater.. this was too sudden. You threw your phone away from you out of anger, you hated everything- fuck, you wanted to destroy everything and smash it into pieces.
"Abbacchio.. Abbacchio, I hate you I hate you I hate you!" You cried out, sheer pain in your voice- while your tears continuously ran on your cheeks.
Just then the door slammed open, a loud thud you heard. You stood up- wiping your tears as you quickly checked what had happened, to see Abbacchio who stood in front, his make up smudged all over his face while he was gasping for air.
"Y/N I-"
“DAMN IT ABBACCHIO!” You threw the bottled wined that was near you directly at Abbacchio- him dodging it quickly which made you feel more furious “I didn’t mean to cara-“ Abbacchio slowly walked to you but at the same time he was looking on the floor to avoid the glass shards from the bottled wine you threw.
“What the fuck do you mean you didn’t mean to huh!? Do you think I’m a fucking fool?!” You cried out as more sounds of your sobbing grew the more you had threw the closest objects around you to Abbacchio. He cheated on you with another slut.
“It was an accident for fucks sake! I was drunk- you know I’m not my fucking self when I’m drunk!” Abbacchio yelled as he continues to walk to you, he was getting too close to the point you slowly backed away too, your other hand assisting to stop the tears rolling on your face- your eyes were starting to get more red while your heart was aching so much from the discovered actions of your husband. Abbacchio’s heart was shattered into little pieces, seeing you cry in pain this hard was too much to handle.
“I’ve told you so many times to stop drinking! Now look what you’ve done you fucking bitch!”
You made a run out of the house, bumping hard on Abbacchio's shoulder, you felt extremely bad but you still ran.
You ran as fast as you could- avoiding Abbacchio's voice yelling out your name was fading as you ran further away. You weren't sure where you were going to go next. But hopefully somewhere you wouldn't see Abbacchio's face again.
You ran and ran, your lungs' capacity was running out. You didn't know why you weren't stopping- you were so tired.. everything in your world shattered, that image disturbed you everytime you think about it. All you wanted to do was lay down.. or maybe even die. Yeah.. suicide wasn't bad, you thought.
You were stopped by your tracks when you bumped on to something hard- almost like a wall.. but the pain was light.
You almost stumbled and lost balance but managed to stand back up again- letting out a small ow after the bump. You thought it was a wall, but when you squinted an eye- looking above to see a familiar face.. could it be... Risotto?
"Y/N?" The stoic, rough yet soft tone voice of a man called, "R-Risotto.." you stared at him in awe, "What are you doing out here this late? You know it's dangerous, especially for a woman like you." Risotto said as he lifted his arm, his hand tucking a strand of hair behind your ear while you both stared at each other.
You then hugged him quickly, letting out an ugly cry while your arms wrapped around his waist so tightly- almost like grabbing for your life. Risotto was surprised, as if he didn't plan this all along. Though don't worry Y/N.. you'll be his in any minute now.
"Say, why don't we go to my apartment.. we can talk it out there." He said, placing his large hand on your head while he looked down at you in pity. You nodded in agreement.
When you both arrived at Risotto's place, he made you some warm milk and spare of clothes to change in. You then talked about what happened earlier, you were sobbing and crying nonstop, it was quite embarrassing but you were glad Risotto was still listening.
"And yeah.. that's what happened.." you nudged your head more on the pillow on your chest. Your cries stopped for a while, wanting to calm down for a bit.
"That's horrible.. a man like him doesn't deserve to glance a damn eye on you again." You grabbed the mug of warm milk from the coffee table, taking a sip- Speechless. "You know.. you can stay here for as long as you want, I can provide you of whatever you want."
You looked up at him- wide eyes, "What? No- no! It's fine I don't wanna-" He suddenly stood up walking towards you and kneeling on both knees, he grabbed both of your hands- letting it be wrapped in his. "Please Y/N, this is the least thing I could do for you, a return for treating my wounds everytime.. I insist you stay." He looked at you pleadingly.
You really had nowhere to go at this point, leaving no choice but to stay here. "O-Okay.. I'll stay, Thank you. Risotto." You smiled at him, Risotto's heart fluttered when you smiled, he could still remember the same smile you gave him the first time you both met. It was so endearing to remember, he wished he could have a print of it and paste it on his wall..
While staring at each other, Risotto was slowly getting close to your face.. you didn't do anything at all- no protest. You just stared at his features, and everything. Before you knew it- both of your lips crashed, the kiss was slow and passionate.. your heart was beating fast, Risotto was just a friend. But what are you both doing?
His hands crawled on your waist, your hands rested on his chest. The kiss was getting heated, you didn't stop yourself from this.. it was amazing to feel such love, you missed it so much.
He slowly stood up- you followed along as you both continued giving kisses. His hands that were still on your waist led you to lay on the bed, sitting down while your breaths were almost running out from the passionate kisses to sloppy ones.
A string of saliva as you both pulled out, you could feel Risotto's warm breath on you. One of his hands placed on your lap, his other hand behind your head- gesturing you to lay down which you did obey. Not remembering your heartbreak, right now- your mind was fogged.
You laid down, the mattress behind you was soft. Risotto's hands pulled your pants down at ease, revealing your lacy panties. He placed kisses on your hips first, then giving it hickeys. You watched him with your face the color of the darkest red.
He threw the pants away. Looking at you half undressed, he wanted to take a picture of you in this position, you were so innocent- a kind loving woman.. you were so pure. He felt the urge of wanting you to be in his arms forever, away from this cruel world.
You smelled so sweet, it was the same scent as the panties and bras he smelt through late at night while you were asleep.. it turned him on so bad that he took one and masturbaited while smelling through your fabric.
He finally pulled down your panties, your cunt wet. Your lips pursed when your panties were removed. Embarrassed again. Risotto let out a light chuckle, his mouth immediately on your wet cunt- his tongue licking inside. Your foot curled from the tingly sensation.
He was circling his tongue inside, your hands grabbed the sheets as sweat formed on your face- letting out small moans while he sucked your wet cunt inside.
Your cunt was already wet when he took your panties off.. could that mean you were already wet for him? Risotto's thoughts ran. His tongue flicking faster as you moaned louder this time. His tongue played till you cummed, Risotto getting a taste of your sweet cum on his tongue.
Your pussy was throbbing now- throbbing for more. You watched Risotto unbuckle his belt and his top clothing, then to taking off his pants to reveal the huge bulge on his boxers. His hands finally pulling down his boxers- his large dick bounced out instantly.
Talk about an intimidating man you met in the first place- even his cock was intimidating you too.. fuck. Can you really take that all? You gulped the lump on your throat.
Risotto saw the nervous look on your face, "Don't worry, I'll be gentle as much as I can." You nodded quickly. He crawled on top of you, placing his hard cock on your cunt. "I'm gonna put it in now." His hands reached for your open hand to hold.
You felt his cock enter in, feeling being ripped like a paper bring ripped- you squinted and let out a silent gasp, "R-Risotto.." you moaned out. He started thrusting slowly while he could feel the tightness around his cock deep inside.
The more he thrusted the more he made grunted noises. Your pussy was so tight and good.. he wanted to feel more of you. He hoped that you don't mind his aggressive pounding, he was thirsty for more of you.
His cock suddenly pounded you roughly, his phase was getting faster- sounds of clapping skin filled your ears. It was painful but it felt incredible.. your loud continues moans were so much angelic to Risotto's ears, you had such a cute moan that he wanted to fuck you like there's no tomorrow.
The bed creaked as he continuously fucked you, using all his strength to give you the best fucking cock you ever had. His stamina was running low but both of you were so close to climax.
Both of your body and toes curled when you finally let out your orgasm, Risotto shot his orgasm inside of you- filling you like a cream pie, it was warm and sure did fill your pussy. You were both panting- chests were rising up and down.
Wait.. no.. this was so wrong.. You thought. The image of your husband Abbacchio ran in your mind again, you instantly felt horrible- you realized you love Abbacchio so much.. this was so wrong.
Before Risotto could do something you stood up and grabbed your pants from the floor, "Wait Y/N, what are you doing?" Your eyes yet again were filling up with tears, feeling so guilty.
"I-I'm sorry Risotto, just.. no- I can't" You stuttered, feeling your voice cracked- it was obvious you were going to cry again. You continued put on your pants and walked to the front door.
"Y/N, did you know you're going to jail as soon as you get out that front door?" You stopped on your tracks, eyebrows furrowed- confused of what Risotto was talking about. You turned to look at him.
"I'm a criminal Y/N, a cold-blooded mafioso who killed hundreds of citizens." Your eyes shot wide open- terrified through your guts. "Y/N, you should realize that I can announce through the whole Italy that you just helped a criminal escape, remember that time when we first met?"
"What..?" The flashbacks occured, he was wounded when you first met.. you took him in to treat him- unaware that he was escaping from the police. Risotto smirked as he looked at you.
"I'm telling you Y/N.. one step out and before you know it- the police already located you." Risotto stood up- walking towards you as you were frozen on the spot- he placed his hand on your chin, lifting it up to look at him.
"You have nothing left Y/N.. your husband cheated- and you're instantly a criminal if you try to get out. must've felt horrible right when your husband cheated right? and all you have is me. So from now on.. behave like a good woman you are, and I'll treat you better than that scum like Abbacchio." Risotto cooed.
