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—CHAPTER TWO: FIRST GAME

content warning: fem!reader. denigration, pet and master, breeding, creampie, physicall restrain, edging.

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annotation. hello omg part two, thank you for making through here, this is porn with plot. Also keep in mind that english is no my main language so if I have grammar mistakes, please tell me, hope you enjoy. Remember to reblog, like and comment if you like it really makes the difference <3

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"Uh, what was your answer? Could you repeat it? Sorry, I couldn't hear you." Risotto said while continuing to lick the neck of his new pet. This made you moan.

Risotto's big body made your body look small. Risotto loved this, seeing his partner's small body, which was now his and could be torn apart at any moment.

"I want to be your toy… Ahh." A moan escaped your interruption and it was Risotto who had bitten your neck. Not hard enough to draw any blood, but hard enough to leave a mark on that little neck of yours.

"I couldn't hear you. Could you say that again?" He snorted. A smile was on his face.

"I want to be yours. I want to be your toy, your property." You said, while a reddish color painted your face. Risotto just whispered close to his ear.

"Good girl, now show me."

He said, caressing your lips and tracing a line on them, then placing a pair of fingers in your mouth. You simply began to lick them delicately, moving your tongue up and down. Risotto just smiled, contented.

Your body could not help but shiver at the warm touch of your new master as Risotto's other hand moved from your collarbone to your hips, caressing your entire abdomen with a soft but firm touch. Risotto continued down until he reached your shorts. He unbuttoned them and pulled them down. The white-haired man felt his member tingle as he watched those beautiful curves. The white-haired man felt his member tingle as he watched those fine curves.

The capo then decided to take his fingers out of your mouth and then slowly and delicately lower them down to your almost naked waist, then take your ass in his hands and squeeze it, while resting his face on your shoulder, so that you could feel Risotto's warm breath on your neck, like a tickle, making you arch your back a little.

Risotto began to play with your ass, as if it were a massage, squeezing it and moving his hands around it, as if he was molding it, and then delivering a slap or two. Risotto's touch was almost magical. It made your body squirm a little from the pleasure, and it made you lose your mind little by little.

Risotto then decided to stop playing with your ass, licking his lips still with a sadistic and lustful smile, and started bending down, depositing kisses all over your body, passing by your neck, your back, stopping on your ass, or rather on the underwear that was already wet.

Risotto then placed her hands on your ass to open your legs a little and spread them apart, giving him a better view of your panties. They were of a dark color that matched the rest of your outfit and made you look even more sensual. She then brought her face close to the wet fabric. She said a few words.

"What a slut, I haven't even started playing with you and your body is so wet, it's like it's asking me to fuck you." He said with a serious tone. Then he gave you another spanking, making your head tilt back a little from the pleasure.

Together with Risotto's warm breath on your underwear, the pleasurable sting that the spanking had given you. It was enough to make your legs tremble a little while you felt yourself losing more and more of your mind due to the pleasure Risotto was giving you. He definitely knew what he was doing.

Risotto then smiled mischievously at you, only to use his position to give you a piercing on his tongue. A nice piercing that he would use to torture you.

It was then that your body was arched by Risotto's sudden touch, he had begun to brush his tongue over your underwear, licking slowly and delicately but with strength and precision, moving his tongue from side to side and in circles while his hands squeezed and played with your ass, the coldness and warmth of Risotto's tongue made an almost perfect combination and that cold metal object on his tongue made him lose more of your mind.

This action could make you feel closer and closer to your limit. Your head was thrown back while your mouth was flooded with moans. Risotto then continued this action, adding more rudeness and speed with each lick, your legs trembling while your mind allowed you to think of nothing but this moment, your back arched and you could feel that you were about to reach your climax and Risotto had noticed it.

When you were about to come, Risotto stopped and quickly left the place without saying anything. There was a silence for a few seconds, interrupted only by your heavy breathing.

It was then that Risotto took your chin roughly and forced you to look into his eyes. Risotto couldn't help but feel his member tingle as he saw the beautiful expression on his pet's face.

Your breathing was heavy. A few small tears welled up from the pleasure and a huge blush appeared on your face. All broken up, just the way he wanted it to be. Risotto just smiled at you and then planted a quick kiss on your lips. He broke the kiss and looked at you with a dominating, cold stare as he said a few words.

"You want to come, don't you? Why don't you show your master why he should let you come, slut?"

You just nodded, and then Risotto just let a small smile slip out of his lips, followed by a "good girl," which caused you to get on your knees in front of him. He looked at you with those crimson and dark eyes that managed to make your whole body tingle. But before you started, Risotto had given you a present in your mouth with the help of his stand and that was a piercing.

After this you started your work, taking the other member in your mouth, you had to admit that it was quite difficult to do this with his hands chained, but you would do it anyway and try to get a little revenge with it.

You decided to take one of the other's members in your mouth. Then you slowly and delicately moved your tongue up and down the length of the member. This caused a few sighs from Risotto's lips, and then he moved upward.

You move it up to the head of the large member and begin to use your tongue like a baby sucking on candy. You make circles with your tongue around the head of the penis. Risotto was surprised to see how good you were at this, especially with your hands tied, but he knew it was because of the piercing he had given you.

You just kept at it, never failing to make eye contact with Risotto's cool gaze. Your lips were warm, like a warm embrace of his member, and Risotto loved it, loved to see you take him with such passion and devotion. But you still wanted your revenge. And so it was.

You quickly bit into your master's member, mercilessly and cruelly. Risotto let out a loud moan as he frowned.

"You bitch!" He was furious. Then he grabbed your hair tightly, bending your head down to insert his member into your mouth, cutting off your breath. Then Risotto started to fuck your mouth, making rough and fast movements, making you cough a little due to the size of his member, this rhythm was no longer comfortable for you and only brought pleasure to Risotto, this didn't bother him and in fact another idea came to his mind as he smiled mischievously while small tears escaped from you due to the lack of air and the choking sensation.

Risotto put his free hand on your neck and squeezed it tightly, smiling as he felt his member in your throat. You felt the air leaving your body and tried to breathe through your nose, but it was impossible. Risotto continued to fuck your mouth as he applied more pressure to your neck. You just begged for some air, but that was ignored by Risotto until he came in your mouth and face, making you swallow the white liquid. Risotto just got down on his knees to face you.

You were a rough woman and therefore not sunk in tears, but some tears had come out of your eyes due to the choking sensation. Risotto noticed this and decided to give you a caress. He ran one of his fingers over your lips and then he placed a couple of kisses on your forehead and your eyes.

He licked the remains of semen that had fallen on your face, with delicacy at the same time that he mentioned a few words while he put a finger on your chin and looked you in the eyes.

"C'mon, it's normal for a master to punish his pet if he misbehaves, just like it's normal to give him treats if he behaves well." He then said and smiled at you then stroked your hair.

You ignore his words and just decided to throw it making it fall backwards on the floor, while you climbed on the floor, leaning your knees on the floor, to then bring your face close to Risotto's face, while you looked at him with a dominant and threatening tone.

"Ahh yes, and because you think you can tame me, do you think I'll just let myself win and not put up a fight, Noo, the one who will end up begging here will be you. The one who will end up being each other's pet around here will be you." You said as you returned the look and smile that used to haunt Risotto's face.

Risotto admitted it, that stubborn attitude made you even more attractive and sexy, but he never let himself be tamed, he had to show you who was your master.

Nero in one swift movement climbed on top of you placing one of his knees on your groin and smiled at you, he would have fun with his new game.

Risotto released his erection from his pants, pulling it out into the air and then began to rub it against the wet fabric already on your legs, you simply let moans escape from your mouth as you arched your back, your whole body was already sensitive from the foreplay. Nero started biting and kissing your neck, and then began to remove your shirt, revealing your breasts.

The white haired man began to move his member in circular movements and to rub it more and more rudely, he wanted to hear that word leave your lips, he needed to know how much you needed it.

"I won't tell you what your heart's desire is." You said, but Risotto knew that wasn't true. He continued to move his lips down your body, going over your neck, your collarbone, your breasts and then your stomach, being more passionate about the last part, leaving kisses and bites.

You felt your body begging for attention. But you would not give Risotto what he wanted to hear. Nero, seeing this, simply took his large member and placed it on your belly. Then he smiled at you and said:

"Just say the word and you'll have all of this inside of you."

You just let a sigh escape your lips as you threw your head back, you needed it but you didn't want to admit it and you didn't want to, so while Risotto was doing this you just wrapped your arms around his neck and used your strength to pull his face close to you.

"Come on, you need it more than I do, just do it," you smiled.

Risotto simply broke free of this grip, to then spread your legs apart, giving him a better view of your entrance, as he used his stand once more to summon a pair of handcuffs, and to bind your feet.

"Wow, you really like being chained up like a pet, I think the next time we meet I'll bring you a present." He smiled at you

Nero knew full well that the way things were going you wouldn't say the words he wanted to hear so he decided to insert his member one at a time as he stopped, he wouldn't move until you said what he wanted to hear, you just let out a loud moan as you felt Risotto enter you.

"Ha, you were the one who was in need of me the most." You let out a snort.

"Oh yeah, well I'm not going to move until you ask me to."

Your brow furrowed. Honestly, you needed him already, but you don't know if you'd let him win either.

"Oh, is that so? Well, then you can be on hold forever."

"Really?" Risotto said. He bent his body and looked at you with that wicked look and smile on his face. Then their mouths met in a passionate kiss. Both mouths played for control of the other and their tongues fought for territory. Risotto simply lowered his hands to your breasts and began to play with them, leaving a trail of wet kisses from your lips to one of your nipples. The cold metal and Risotto's skillful fingers were enough to bring you to your limit.

Risotto smiled. The warm spice enveloped his member. And your walls tightened around his member. You arched your back. Seeing this, Risotto simply decided to continue the caresses. He wanted to see how long it would take you to say those words. And so it was. After you came again, you said the words Risotto wanted to hear so much.

"Fuck, fuck me, I can't stand it anymore." Risotto just smiled. He looked into your eyes and answered.

"I will. If you say it in a more polite way." He said. He moved his hips a little to motivate you.

"Please master, play with me. Tear me apart." You said a little frustrated. He would definitely pay you back.

And so it was. Risotto began to move his hips with a little roughness and intensity, increasing his speed with each thrust so he could get used to the size of your member.

This caused several moans and sobs from your mouth, you were getting closer and closer to your limit, Risotto simply decided to put your legs over his shoulders, making his thrusts deeper and deeper. This caused you to come for the third time, squeezing him even more, making Risotto bite his lip and also let out a few grunts. Risotto continued like this for a few minutes until he reached his limit, as did you. Finally, he came inside you.

Risotto remained inside you for a few minutes, enjoying the warm sensation that this place gave him, while you felt how this warm liquid caressed your walls, a sensation that undoubtedly made you come 5 times, overstimulated and lost in pleasure, completely shattered while you tried to catch your breath, just as Risotto wanted.

He finally decided to come out of you and then watched as the sperm slowly left his entrance, a very sensual sight that made him feel tingling in his lower part. As he removed the stand and the handcuffs, he gave you a few caresses.

You just laughed a little as you felt the warm and delicate touch, while you said: "Fuck you", between gasps, trying to catch your breath with your body full of sweat.

Then Risotto decided to help you get up and give you a warm shower full of caresses and cuddles. After all, you had to give affection to the pets and bathe them after playing with them.

But after all these caresses, Risotto had tied you to the chair again. You were now his toy, but that did not guarantee that you would not betray him and run away.

And so it was, you were now the toy of one of the most dangerous members of Passione, but you were also a prisoner from whom they had to get all the information. Well, it was the same for the other members, because Risotto had not told them that you were now his toy.

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reclusiverisottonero · 1 year

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⤷ Risotto/AFAB!Reader; 4.3k words ⤷ Written for @sweetsparklerain as part of a trade hosted on @papersirens discord server! ⤷ Thanks also goes to Melk for looking over this fic for errors!

Summary:

As time pushes Risotto and you towards an inevitability ignorant to you both, you share an intimate night together after returning from a job that's taken you away from the city.

Warnings/Kinks:

⤷ AFAB Reader, breasts and genitals are described (cunt, pussy) but no pronouns mentioned. Reader is a member of La Squadra with an unmentioned stand. ⤷ Handcuffs, super light mentions of dom/sub (?), hair pulling, marking (bruises/scratches), cock piercings, intimacy, creampie, canon compliant but you'll have to squint to see what I mean by that, the impending tragedy lingering over a loving relationship that's been sealed by fate.

The nature of being a hitman means that communications come to a near standstill whenever you or Risotto have to leave town to work. Professionalism and the scarcity of free time dictates your calls be short and to the point, with coded texts sent at odd hours should your phones get into the wrong hands. There’s no room for more than that during those moments, and it’s better that way. Even hinting at what you and Risotto hold for one another while apart only draws forth feelings you both prefer to pack away inside the depths of your hearts when needing to work.

Neither of you dare doing something like that to the other, the pain from it far outweighs the dangers that can come from acknowledging it in ways that could leave a paper trail.

It’s your turn to return to him this time. Though you don’t really need to talk to Risotto right this very moment to hold a debrief, you also know you’re allowed to see him whenever you want without having to make up such flimsy excuses. Finally stopping at the door of his flat you remember what time it is, and not wanting to attract attention from curious eyes or ears this late at night you quickly flip open your cell phone to start typing.

<03/15/2001 - 02:24 AM: I’m here.>

No need for superfluous words, Risotto knows the timetable of your job because he’s the one that assigned it, trusting you to get it done as much as he trusts you with the address to his personal flat. You snap the phone shut without waiting for a reply, knowing he’s awake and has been waiting for you. It’s not long before you hear various deadbolts begin to unlock and the door silently opens just enough for you to see the glow of a piercing red eye cutting through the darkness inside.

“It’s done, I delivered the package to the usual spot.”

The eye merely blinks in response to your message, not that you expected Risotto to say anything while you’re still in the hall and can only speak in code out in the open like this. You look back up at him, unperturbed by the intensity of his stare that lasts for a few moments more before he pulls back from the door and disappears into the dark.

Next thing you know a long arm shoots out from the door crack to wrap around your waist, swiftly pulling you inside before you’re able to fully process what’s happening. You don’t feel scared though, if anything a wave of arousal surges through your gut as the door clicks shut and Risotto crowds up into your personal space. His imposing figure only looms above you for a split second before he bends down and his soft lips are pressing on yours. Without a second thought, your hands slide under his hat to cup the back of his head, fingers playing with the silver hair hiding beneath as you return his affections and deepen the kiss.

A momentous amount of self-control goes into allowing Risotto to pull away. You don’t have enough of it to keep your hands off him though, resting them against the nape of his neck while he looks down at you with a smallest hint of a smile.

“Welcome home.”

There are too many threads keeping the goal of cohabitation just dangling out of your reach. Wrapped in his arms like this, though, you know exactly what he means.

Risotto’s big hands give your hips a gentle squeeze as he settles impossibly closer against you, nuzzling into the crook of your neck to hide how his smile is becoming wider by the second. You can feel the shape of it ghosting along your skin until his lips begin suckling a row of kisses that make your thighs clench with every press of his tongue.

“Hey—” Is the only word you’re able to get out before he pushes the crown of his head into your face like a needy cat. You give in with a sigh, pressing kisses into his hair and across his forehead.

No matter how long the time frame is, whether you’re gone for only a day or a month, Risotto acts like this every time you return. Even after so long, the routine has yet to become stale for either of you.

As fun as it would be to fuck against the door right now, it’s late and you’re not exactly in the mood to have a slab of wood clattering against your back after the long drive here. You can tell Risotto is exhausted, too. His face always has a tinge of weariness to it, but the lines around his eyes become amplified when it's too much, when he hasn’t had a good night's sleep in days. Your absence might have had something to do with it, but keep the guilt at bay by reminding yourself who the order to leave town came from.

Gently you press Risotto back, and he goes with a soft smack of his lips, sharp eyes looking over your form. Always sends swirls of heat pooling in your gut to see them glowing with need when he does it, his face still so close to yours that you can feel the puffs of his shallow breath against your lips. That’s not the sole reason he’s scrutinizing you so intensely though, and you know the next step of this welcome routine is yours to take.

“I’m alright, just tired is all.” You answer the unspoken question with a tender smile before placing a kiss on his chin.

Risotto tilts his head in subtle deference and asks, “Should we get some rest then?”

If that’s what you want, you know he will join you with no questions asked. Maybe even finally get a good night’s sleep now that you’re back to cuddle against him while it happens. You look into his red eyes as they begin to cool down into something gentle, though no less wanting. Now acutely aware of the weight of his hands that come to rest on the swell of your ass, you smirk up at him.

Who needs sleep?

A beat of silence hangs in the room as you simply stare at one another before pouncing on Risotto with another kiss, this one more desperate and heated then the last. He emits a rumbling groan as he returns it while your hands smooth over his neck and down his chest to unbuckle the harness of his coat, excited fingers fumbling with the smooth metal while he makes quick work of your own belt and pants-fly thanks to the use of his stand.

“Show off.” You mutter against his mouth, pushing him back with force this time so you can roll off his coat. As gorgeous as he looks in it, why the fuck does it have to cling to him so much? Risotto chuckles at your struggle and steps away completely to finish pulling his arms out of the sleeves.

The journey from door to bedroom consists of you pushing and playfully wrestling each other’s clothes off between more heated kisses and groping hands. At the threshold of the room Risotto steps out of his pants in just time to dodge your next lunge for him. He laughs, genuinely laughs and you’re so enamored with his accompanying smile that you don’t notice him moving in on you until it’s too late. You’re lifted up by the waist just enough for your heels to drag and kick across the floor as he tosses you onto the mattress. The moment your back touches the bedspread Risotto wastes no time in laying himself on top of you, his hips slotting against your own.

Your fingers trace over the prominent veins in Risotto’s thick arms that are caging you in on either side of your body, up the curves of his biceps until they’re trailing along the expanse of his broad shoulders. Cup his flushed face between your palms and his red eyes, tinted with fondness, never stray from yours while you do it. Time comes to a stand still as he leans into your hands, and although the warm weight of Risotto’s body presses you down into the bed, it pales in comparison to the wave of heat swooping through you from the way his face softens at your touch.

It’s a quiet, tender moment that’s far too good not to take advantage of.

Gaining the momentum to flip someone the size of Risotto over is easy enough when he lets himself be so unguarded around you, his hat finally being thrown off in the tussle with a light ring of its bells. You’d feel bad for surprising him if not for the look of pure desire that takes over his features as you swiftly roll him over and he lightly bounces onto the bed so that you’re now on top. Big hands take their place along the curve of your hips and Risotto bites his lip as he looks up at the change in view.

“Oh, so this is how it’s gonna be?” He chuckles, giving a pinch to your side that causes you to burst into a fit of giggles.

The best way to reply that you can think of is to start grinding your crotch against the straining bulge in his boxers. It makes Risotto grunt and twitch underneath you, holding you just right so you're kept in place and he can roll his hips up into your movements. A hard flick to the rings through his nipples pulls out another satisfying groan and you can’t help but grin into the kiss you lean down to give him. What begins as a smooth slide of lips and tongue quickly becomes sloppy, hands groping and teasing until it’s too late for you to realize what tricks Risotto is up to.

Handcuffs, temporarily forgotten about yet permanently at home in your bed, quickly emerge from under the sheets and attempt to ensnare your wrists. The cold metal sends chills up your arm as it snaps into the flesh of your wrists, pulling one of them away until the other end locks itself around the bars of the bedpost.

“Cheater!” You shout, using your still free hand to playfully smack Risotto in the shoulder. Your protest is cut short by his long fingers dipping past the waistband of your underwear.

“What’s the matter,” Risotto’s voice reverberates low in your ear, right down your spine, “I thought you liked being on top?”

With an agitated grunt you tug at your bonds using all of your strength, forcing the bed post to rattle. Though it wont do anything to help, there’s still the ingrained need to make an effort to resist. Watching you struggle makes Risotto’s smirk grow wider, his fingers moving lower to spread apart the lips of your damp pussy and press firm, deliberate circles over where you need it the most. You’re able to stop yourself from squirming into the sensation but can’t hold back a groan that’s a mix of annoyance and arousal at the way Risotto’s touch makes a flush bloom across your face.

Risotto sits up a bit to latch onto one of your nipples, warm mouth playing with the tight bud before he drags his teeth across the soft skin of your breast, “Are you still going to try and res—”

There’s not much room to even the playing field, but you’re determined to make the most of it. You still have one free hand, and you use it to pull Risotto’s hair by the roots before he’s able to finish his sentence. He reacts just as you knew he would, the mix of pain and pleasure causes him to toss his head back to look up at you in bliss and a startled yet absolutely filthy moan spills past his full lips. You take the opportunity to press your mouth right on top, hold his hair tight and force your tongue inside. Twisting the longer strands around your fingers you pull some more and roll your hips just so, keep it up until Risotto begins panting into your mouth. It makes the rhythm of his hand against your clit begin to falter, both to your amusement and annoyance.

It’s a small victory when he starts to whimper for you, as pain has always been the easiest way to manipulate him into giving in to your demands. Tonight is different though, you can feel it in the way his fingers start back up against your sex. How his other hand settles on the back of your neck, a warm weight full of promise that makes goosebumps rise at the thought of what his hands are capable of, in the best of ways.

You’re at least able to press him back into the mattress as your now sopping cunt grinds down into his hand, having your nails rake a trail of red lines over his tanned skin that your mouth eagerly follows. Across the column of his neck, along pronounced collar bones, over his chest and nipples. His still clothed cock digging into your thigh is impossible to ignore now, and a hard buck of his hips reminds you of your main goal.

Getting it out from the fly of his boxers with only one hand is a struggle, but Risotto is more than willing to assist. The thick length springs free and twitches when it makes contact with the heat of your palm. He groans deep from his chest as he watches you take some of your juices to coat his cock with long, firm pumps over the Jacob’s Ladder on the underside of his shaft, toying with the Prince Albert piercing speared through the dark pink tip.

“Now who’s cheating? Ah fuck,” Risotto’s words dissolve into another moan as the muscles in his chest and abs twitch beneath you.

“Oh yeah, this,” You punctuate the words with light pinches and pull gently at his piercings, while shaking your metal clad wrist for emphasis, “is cheating. Says the guy who’s got one of my hands in ‘cuffs,” Despite the confinement your tone lacks any real bite, knowing that Risotto will free you if there is a problem, and right now you’re exactly where you want to be.

Risotto pulls the crotch of your soaked-through underwear fully to the side for you and begins to line himself up with your entrance. His pierced cockhead just barely presses against your wet heat before you tilt your hips back to slide your cunt across his shaft. There’s a loud, dull thud as his fist pounds onto the bed hard enough to make it bounce from the denial of sinking into you, followed up with a grunt and arch of his back. You shiver and moan in return, the piercings along his length a delicious tease over your core.

God, this has been building up for so long that you’re torn between getting right to it, or savoring this just a little longer. Just tease him a few moments more, watch Risotto become undone first so you’re able to focus on storing the memory away to hold dear for when one of you inevitably has to leave for who knows how long again.

Ultimately the choice is made for you when without warning Risotto tightens his grip on your hips to the point you can barely move, and forcibly lines you back up with the tip of his pulsing cock with a startled gasp. For a split second you think he’s going to spear you on his cock completely in one thrust, but instead he presses inside at a slow, methodical pace that makes the stretch of his generous girth both more bearable and more agonizing in how the pleasure builds up with every inch you sink down on to him, the piercings pressing and rubbing your insides only furthering the sensations.

A blissful sigh is drawn out of you once Risotto finally bottoms out, his brows pulled up tight and hands trembling. Your cuffed hand wraps around the bar of the bedpost while the free one unconsciously settles atop his chest, over the rapid-fire beating of his heart. Right now in this stolen moment there’s nothing else in this world but you and Risotto and the heat radiating between your bodies as he moans your name like a prayer. If it weren’t for your stark differences in height you’d be kissing him even more senseless then he already looks right now.

“Missed you so fucking much.” Risotto groans, and without further preamble he plants his feet on the bed to start fucking up into your cunt in effortless, soaking wet glides.

Sharp gasps and whines are punched out of you with every hard upward roll of his hips. Having only one arm capable of maintaining balance so you can try to keep up with his pace doesn’t help things, but he quickly readjusts his grip on you and uses his strength to hold you tight so he can aid you in bouncing on his cock. A flush starts to spread high and bright across his features as you ride him, watch as he sucks in his plush bottom lip into his mouth to try and muffle the noises still rising from the back of his throat. Intent on seeing Risotto unravel, you don’t hold back, playing up your cries of pleasure, clenching your pussy around his cock with every roll of your hips that he helps along. You toss your head back and squeeze your breast with your free hand, knowing how much Risotto loves to watch you play with yourself.

That releases his voice again at full force, his nails biting into your hips and you can feel how wild his cock pulses inside you. Reaching your goal seems assured at this point, until Risotto suddenly surges forward with a grunt and grabs your free arm to shove behind you. The handcuffs fly off the bed post, pulling back your arm, and with the sharp click of metal they finally ensnare your free wrist to make both of your hands well and truly bound.

“Wait a minute, this is even more unfair!” Your protest quickly becomes a distant afterthought, unable to bring yourself to care about anything except the way his cock grinds and twitches inside of you. Of the newfound pressure on your clit as you grind it over his pelvis, “Fuck, Risotto, don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop—”

Risotto swallows down your demands with a kiss, a forceful press of lips and tongue that turns more wet and sloppy by the second before he breaks away to bury a loud moan into the crook of your neck. A wide, scorching hot palm presses down against the small of your back to guide you down impossibly further on his cock, feeling so deep it as if it’s throbbing between your lungs with every ragged pant of breath. He uses his newfound control over your body to coax your hips into a grinding rhythm that he harshly bucks up into, covering your breasts and neck in what you know will later become a litany of red and purple marks that won’t be mistaken for anything else other than what you’re doing with him right now. You push yourself into the suckling mouth and harsh drag of Risotto’s teeth, internally vibrating at the thought of showing off the mess he’s making of you later.

“C’mon love, don’t hold out on me any longer.” Risotto mutters, the lines of his lips burning the shapes of those words against your ear, with his voice cracking from the way your cunt is throbbing around him. Fingertips slide back over your hips and trail downwards, and the soft heat that’s been pooling in your guts starts to flare and spread through your limbs as Risotto’s fingers meet with your clit again, rolling the swollen bud between his now soaking wet digits.

Mindlessly your hips chase down the pleasure of their own accord, making you arch your back hard enough to almost fall completely backwards. Risotto catches you just in time without even a pause in his ministrations, one of his solid arms sneaking under your bound limbs to wrap you in his embrace and pull you back against his sweat slick chest. It’s small, intimate moments like this that remind you of just how big Risotto is as his arm slides up your back. The length of his forearm alone feels as if it takes up the length of your spine, the warm muscles flexing hard between your tensed shoulder blades.

“Risotto, ah—!” Your body clenches around Risotto’s cock like it can’t get enough of it, even though your cunt has taken him to the hilt. You can’t tell if the full body tremors are coming from you or are Risotto’s own traveling through you. Though it doesn’t really matter, you’re so close either way, but before you can let him know it the hand on your back gently guides you to rest your foreheads together. You try to shy away from it, but the grip of that hand holds steady on the back of your neck, you’re already feeling so overwhelmed that being made to look into his eyes any longer is going to make you—

“Let go for me,” Risotto pants, the hot puffs of his breath tickling your face as his voice makes your clit throb against his fingers. His red-black eyes are a hazy mixture of longing and awe that he refuses to let you turn away from, “Let go for me, my love, and I’ll catch you.”

Orgasm rips through you like a tidal wave, an overflow of sensations that causes your eyes to roll back and body to arch into Risotto’s touch as the waves swallow you down whole.

“That’s it, let it out.” He murmurs, “I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

Once you’ve finally come back to reality it’s just in time to appreciate the hard gasp of your name he makes when he cums, cock twitching his release inside of you. Indistinct shapes rattle and twist over the metal holding you back before it falls apart completely to give way to freedom that you don’t hesitate to take full advantage of. Risotto is so overwhelmed by the afterglow that he willingly goes along with collapsing across the bed with you, landing together on your sides while still wrapped up in one another in a tangle of limbs. The motion causes his softening cock to slide out with a groan from the both of you, and the excessive warmth seeping from between your thighs is a testament to how just pent up he's been since you left.

For a while afterwards there’s only the sounds of your combined panting and soft sighs as you share a litany of warm touches. Ghosting kisses over sweat slick skin until you notice his cock, shining with your combined juices, still partially hanging out from the fly of his boxers and resting along space where thigh meets hip. You’re mouth waters from the sight and you’re about to shimmy down there to have your fill when you notice the way Risotto’s breathing starts to even out into the slow, deeper breaths of someone drifting off to sleep.

That just won’t do.

Hooking a leg over his hip you roll Risotto over to sit back atop him, who grunts and moans in a combination of arousal and complaint. You giggle at the way his face scrunches up for a moment before he cracks one red eye open at you as you lean down to give him another kiss. A simple peck on the lips that he tries to turn into something more, but you pull away and trail more kisses over the marks on his skin you’ve previously left behind. The noises he lets out this time are anything but from annoyance, exhaling a shaky breath at the way your tongue swirls over one of the more pronounced bruises blooming nicely at the crook of his neck. You pull back with a wet pop to move up and tease the shell of his ear before speaking.

“I’ve missed you, too.”

The twitch of his cock against your lower stomach at your words is far from subtle. Before you can tease him about it, the sound of ripping fabric fills the room and the shreds of your ruined underwear are pulled off in one quick tug. You shoot upright in shocked awe as Risotto balls it up in one hand and tosses it past your head, hearing it land somewhere not as far off with a gentle flutter of air. His face lights up in a playful grin, as if daring you to do something about what he’s just done.

Another harsh rip of cloth follows up his expression and the smile falls as he looks down to find your hands splitting the fly of his boxer briefs wide open. You grin back even more smug than he was, quickly tearing the underwear right down the middle all the way to the crack of his ass. In the silence your eyes meet, but the heavy tension lasts only for a split second before you both erupt into a fit of giggles. It feels like an age since Risotto has looked so content, and his smile paired with the sound of his laugh overwhelms you with the urge to kiss him again. Without warning you pounce on him, and he eagerly lets you land with the circle of his embrace.

The night is already beginning to wane into dawn, soon there will be meetings and more work and more begging for whatever scraps of cash the Don of Passione is willing to give you for these most recent and future kills. You push those thoughts aside, being present in the moment is more important, you tell yourself, willfully pretending not to care about what the future holds. All that truly matters right now is the way Risotto kisses you back with equal fervor between bouts of his bright laughter and soothing touches across your back.

Sleep can wait for when you’re dead.

🌹 Author's Notes:

Don't worry, I'm sure everything worked out for them in the end. :))))

#risotto x reader #risotto nero x reader #risotto nero #risotto jjba #risotto smut #risotto jojo #my writing

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slutfactory · 2 years

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★ ╏random nsfw jjba hcs — golden wind edition !

ft. abbacchio, mista, and risotto !

reader's gender isn't implied at all, but they have a penis. MiNORS AND FUJOS DNI >:(

✦ abbacchio likes to have his hair pulled. especially if you're fucking him from behind. he prefers it from the back because he doesn't want you to see his fucked out expression when you rail him. but he doesn't try to stop you from fucking him in front of a mirror. in fact, he loves to see how you look down on him from behind.

✧ also, leone gives the sloppiest succ when he's drunk. he's unable to control his salivary glands very well, so he drools all over your cock. <3

✦ mista, being a gunslinger, would be into gunplay. he practically melts when you point his revolver at him while he rides you. the possibility of being shot (even though he knows that you won't) makes him so hot and bothered. guido watched an action based porno once.

✧ if you slut shame him for getting off on danger, he will cream himself. just saying-

✦ risotto is a big fan of bdsm. hell, he looks like the average bdsm dom—but little to everyone else's knowledge, he's actually the sub. he's into all of it; bondage, spanking, edging, sensory deprivation, degradation, public humiliation, cnc—you name it. yes, nero has a deep voice, but it's not as deep when he's crying and begging for his release.

✧ he has a lot of toys, and likes having you watch him use them. <3

#✦ ╏small headcanon(s)#🗂️ —jjba #abbacchio smut #mista smut #risotto smut #jjba smut #sub jjba #top reader #dom reader #top male reader #seme male reader

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salaciousdoll · 7 months

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✩˚｡⋆ ⋆ ⋆ Reflection and invisibility ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ˚｡✩

･˳ . ⋆ Featuring Risotto Nero x La squadra!Fem!reader ･˳ . ⋆

୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Be advised to the warnings of Risotto and Reader both being Assassins in Passione, Boss!Giorno, Au where everyone is alive and thriving, smut, hardcore fucking, katoptronophilia( fucking in front of mirror), body worship, reader is a stand user but it’s not used( none of their stands are except illuso, voyeurism, dirty talking, degradtion kink up 1000 in here, there’s praise here and there, dick drunk reader and pussy drunk Risotto, backshots, reader has a voice kink, Risotto cracks subliminal jokes here and there( he’s a little jokester when he was fighting doppio in the anime), pet names in Italian( I really tried here but pet names such as bunny, slut, beautiful, doll, Angel, etc.), your ex is Bruno, Risotto has dick piercings( frenum ladder), Risotto makes you count the amount of thrust he gives you, edging, and mention of somnophillia at the end. Oh and Dark content. Wc: 2.7k

Minors do not interact, 18+ Only!

ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ┈•ﾟNote from Salaciousdoll: This is my first time writing for JJBA as a whole and my first time writing for Risotto as well… I really hope you all enjoy this fic even if you don’t watch jjba, hope I can convince you babies to watch it with this fic. If you know Italian please tell me if the words are wrong. ‘Grazii assai mia bellissima, bambola’= Thank you very much, my beautiful doll, ‘Angelo’ = Angel, ‘ coniglio’ = bunny, ‘Bambola’= doll, ‘sudicio’ = dirty , ‘troia’= slut

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Risotto Nero was a man everyone either heard of or came into contact with. Both encounters could build up the emotion of fear and the feeling of danger, nothing else. The man could kill without a blink of an eye or a movement of cringe. To everyone else, he was a man who they feared just by either his tall stature or his black sclera eyes combining with the red pupils to compliment them.

Risotto was the scary man , your parents warned you about when you were younger, yet when they always told them stories, you never believed them. You had to see the boogeyman yourself in order to actually be scared. Those thoughts lead to your failures and success in the underground world. The failures of almost meeting your end and the success of getting to see Risotto— being able to keep him between your white manicured fingers. Risotto grew to be obsessed with you just because of your beauty and perspective of him. You didn’t judge him by one look of his eyes, not that he cares what other people think. He only cares when he thinks of the person as a colleague or more. You were more. His love, he adored since you came to his team after transferring from Bruno’s gang.

Bruno Buccirati was your first love but wasn’t your last. Risotto may be the last man you fall in love with, especially since you’ve been in a relationship with him for three years now . At first, you didnt talk with one another outside of missions and the missions he assigned. He wasn’t the one for small talk and you weren’t either, the lingering ghost of love you had for Bruno was in the air everywhere you walked and every mission you did. You couldn’t get him off your mind and the rest of La squadra were fed up with your closed off personality, so they complained to Risotto about you. In response to their concerns over the total of two months you were there, he had no choice but to make the first move.

It wasn’t easy for the both of you to talk to one another since he made it clear that you needed to get your shit together and perform your best on missions, otherwise he might as well start planning a funeral for you now. “ Do you want to die?”

You stared at him with wide eyes because that was the first thing coming out of his mouth after calling you in. You shook your head and looked away. He stared at you even more and under his dangerous but alluring eyes, you couldn’t help but to get a little aroused and nervous. A bad combination of feels to have, especially in front of your boss..

“ No, boss.”, You say to the wall and he didn’t like that one bit.

Risotto's deep voice said your name with malice in his tone, “ I didn’t know I was a wall.” You wanted to laugh because you didn’t think he had humor, yet he proved you wrong so maybe you’ll open up a bit more. When you didn’t look at him at all, he took it as disrespect. “ Look at me when I talk to you. You’re supposed to respect your superiors, did Bucciarati not teach you that. Maybe the perception of Bucciarati being painted as a noble man was another lie he shown everyone because no noble man would allow their colleagues to disrespect an su-”

“ Excuse me, Capo… I would rather not talk about Bruno right now. And I’m just nervous, so forgive me for disrespecting you. It’s not my intention to do this unforbidden action.”, You say to Risotto, who raised a pale blue eyebrow at you. You didn’t want to hear Risotto talking about Bruno like he doubted his existence or portrayal of his existence to the people who adored him— you being one of the people who adored him. The more Risotto stared at you, the more he could see that you were obedient and respectful after all. You two stared at each other a bit longer than usual taking in each other's features. You noticed his beautiful and unique eyes, his full lips, the creases under his eyes from the lack of sleep probably or just a result of getting older, his nose, a nose you see yourself riding any moment if you continued staring. He noticed the shape of your eyes, how your nose looked, eyebrows, big cheeks, and finally your lips. Your plush lips with the perfect shape to them. He loved how thick and full they were— always shiny with lipgloss he sees you apply every 2 minutes also. He wanted to bite them but that’ll have to wait now.

He cleared his throat, “ I asked that question because it seems your head is in another place on missions with your squad members, some of them voice their concerns and I’m here to let you know that you can’t slack off into dreamland unless you want to die. Your stand is powerful and you are powerful, so I need you to start showing me that you're powerful and useful as they say. Don’t let it happen again, understand?”

You nodded your head and he huffed before speaking, “ You’re dismissed and { reader’s last name}, you’re going on a mission with formaggio to shake up Riccolo— Boss orders. So get prepared to leave with him in 15.” You nodded your head and left the office.

You used to hate that Giorno moved you to the team you decided to save just because you knew formaggio from a one night stand. That night was fun especially since you just moved from your home country to Italy with your sister two weeks before. You were a foreigner and it was visible yet Formaggio didn’t care unlike half of Italy would. Bare minimum really but that’s not the reason you fucked the man. He charmed his way into your panties and you had him wrapped around your finger even before you gave him some, basically the first time he saw you He was a good fuck, but not as great as Bruno or your Capo now.

Now, though, you were on top of the moon from moving teams, even after four years, because you were too busy getting bent over in front of the mirror by your Capo. His rough hands were squeezing your stomach making some of your tummy melt in between his long, thick fingers, “ Give me one more, bambola. One more for me.”

You couldn’t hold on for dear life. Your left boob was massaged softly as he pounded into you from behind. The feeling of his red eyes was enough to make anyone fold and you were long gone. You folded as soon as he kissed your neck while you were standing in front of the mirror with your new bra and pantie set you got from your favorite lingerie store. “ I— I can’t, Ris’ pleaseuhhh.”

Your moans mixed with your cries of pleasure as he rolled his fat and long cock inside of you. His frenum ladder piercings were adding on to your pleasure because of the cold metals grinding against the walls of your dripping pussy. You felt every vein of his cock as he fucked into you like he’s never gonna see you again. He couldn’t help bending you over to pound inside of your sweet fat cunt because of how amazing you looked in that set. He loved worshiping and showing appreciation for you and your body. Your body was his favorite piece of art— he could stare at it for hours. Your a live painting that he could worship and fuck anytime he wanted.

“ Fuck, coniglio, you’re pussy is taking me so well. My perfect girl. Gonna squirt for me.”, Risotto grunt out his response as his hips snapped into your plump ass creating ripples, which was his favorite thing to watch. He loved watching any part of your body shake or jump. Fuck, you are his heaven. The heaven he will never get to see since his hands were tainted with hundreds of people’s blood.

The wetness of your pussy and the slaps of hips meeting was heard so loud in the room as your eyes rolled back into your head, “ You’re tearing me apart, Ris’ please slow down~” he loved how you stretched the word down out. It shows how brain dumb you are right now for him. Brain was filled with nothing, becoming nothing but mushiness. Just the way he liked you.

“ Slow down you say?” Risotto slowed his hips down and watched your expression in the mirror prior to turning himself invisible. “ Want you to look at yourself being stretched and fucked dumb on my cock in any pace. Whether it’s fast or slow, you still couldn’t, guhahh— you naughty little slut; You dare squeeze me that tight after I told you to loosen up for me.”

Risotto dropped his hands from holding you and bunched up the hairstyle you had in your hair before long stroking your pussy— deep and slow. He let out a wicked chuckle, “ Look at you… shaking all because of my cock, right my little angelo. Look closely in the mirror for me and then I want you to, shit! Your pussy is trapping me inside.” He couldn’t focus on what he was trying to say. Risotto was only this vocal with you. His deep voice was everything you needed to hear in your ear. Voice was sending a strike of thunder inside the blood in your body, allowing you to become even more turned on. His voice alone could get you off, so this act being an add on is what your dreams are made for. You brought his dirty talking and surge of pleasure out of him, none of his past hookups got an inch of words from him. Only moans and that’s if they pulled it out of him.

Risotto slapped your ass causing you to move forward into the mirror. Your fingerprints were imprinted in the big 48’ tall and 83’ wide mirror in your room. You were so glad you brought this mirror. You can use it for this exact reason. Risotto yanked your head back enough for you to see you and his invisibility in the mirror. It was like you were getting fucked by a ghost, spooky and freaky. Such a wonderful feeling.

“ Pay attention to the mirror, tesoro. Now choose a number, any number.”, his groans were heard right after he finished his sentence. You moaned when you saw his eyes staring at you through the mirror. You couldn’t even form words because of how slow and dragged his cock was going inside of your sobbing pussy.

Your fingers bunched up on the mirror and you knew you were close to squirting on this mirror. As his cock dragged in and out of you, you tried to form an answer to his questions. Nothing but moans and fumbling words in between were heard. You were really fucked out and he wanted to cherish the sounds forever.

Risotto continued fucking you with groans in your ear prior to biting your ear lob causing you to scream, “ Do you want me to ask the rest of your teammates? They’re watching, you know. Watching how you come apart on my cock, watching how your tits bounce back and forth as I fuck you like the sudicio little troia you are.” Your eyes widen at that information and his words. You finally took a deep look into the mirror and there stood every last member of La Squadra staring or smirking at you through the mirror, damn you illuso and your fucking stand. You shouldn’t have gotten turned on at being watched, but you couldn’t help it.

Risotto felt your pussy grab his cock like she never wanted to let him go. He hissed when he felt you squeezed tighter, stopping his movements all together. You whined and looked back at him to see his eyes looking at you with lust and anger. “ Number.” You tired to fuck back into him, but his finger nails dug into your hips causing you to bite your lip letting out a short muffled scream.

Your lips quivered as you answered him, “ 10! Ris’ please fuck me. I need to cum.” Risotto smirked at you, yet you couldn’t see it due to his invisibility. You only saw his eyes, which was more than enough for you. Risotto then dragged your back to leave a little space before the mirror.

He bent you over to a 90 degree angle and gripped your wide hips with his big hands, “ Count every thrust I give to your sweet pussy, 10 counts for two rounds. Two rounds because how much I’ve had to repeat myself with you.” Tears started to pour out of your pretty eyes as he grabbed your hair in his hands and snapped his hips forward causing a huge ripple on your ass.

“ Fuckkk! One.”, Your moan was so loud that you didn’t even care if someone delivering your packages for today heard you as you heard the house doorbell ring or was that ringing in your head from how hard he thrusted inside of you.

Risotto pulled out of you leaving the tip in, snapping his hips inside of you again, “ What’s the number? I seem to forgot already, bellissima. Help me remember.” You hated how he teased you as he rolled his hips around, mixing your juices inside of your pussy in the process. His piercings was a foreign feeling inside of you, no matter how many times you two fucked or made love, the metals felt so good inside of your pussy and you will always tell him that whenever you want sex or just wanted to compliment him to catch him off guard.

Risotto repeated this technique for two times in a row with the count of ten each time so it was twenty in total. He made you squirt on the first round at the number 5. He did nothing but chuckle at your pathetic display of shaking, “ So pathetic, can’t take this but was surely running your mouth the other day about how you can take me. You know what you are right now.”

He grabbed you up by your hair— your sweaty back was to his sweaty abs as his arms were now wrapped around your tummy. He whispered in your ear as his team looked on from a distance inside of the mirror at your pathetic attempt of holding on, “ A rookie. You know how much fun I like to poke at rookies.” He threw his head back at the feeling of your pussy and you wished you could see his facial expressions, “ Brace yourself.”

Risotto gripped your body like a mad man and fucked you like a caveman. Pussy was squirting non stop as he slammed into you over and over until he came inside of you with a loud groan.

“ Aughhh, good fucking girl. So good. Shit!l have to get you pregnant. Have our children run around our new house I buy for us, away on the, hahh!, countryside, away from everyone. Just you and me.” , He moaned as he snapped his hips inside of you three more times. His warm cum fills you up so gloriously. You couldn’t do anything but lay limp in his arms— still standing up with him. Your body did shake in his arms so I guess that was doing something. Risotto smirked and turned himself back to his visible self, kissing your head prior to looking at his teammates with his famous death glare. Basically telling them to fuck off and leave him and his lady alone. They obeyed his silent order all due to Prosciutto understanding what Risotto is saying.

“ Grazii assai mia bellissima, bambola”, Risotto whispers to your passed out figure in his arms. His dick always made you pass out from the length, piercings, and girth. He massaged your stomach as he walked to you to bed, carefully laying you down and going to get a towel to clean you off, can’t have you sticking in stickiness and wetness, otherwise he’ll fuck you in your sleep. You already granted him permission to perform somnophilia a few days ago too. Maybe he’ll try it out later.

ෆ ̟ ̇ ┈•ﾟTagging: @chosoist @honeybleed @simpingfor-wakasa @happygoluckyalexis @mastermindenoshimaalicia @angelshub @bxrbie1 @sylisan @lilvampirina @deftrow @uzxotic @tayler17-84

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professionaldrider · 5 months

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THIS OUGHT TO HELP YOU SLEEP- RISOTTO NERO X READER (SMUT)

As Y/n lay in her bed she stared at the moon, she hadn't been able to sleep without Risotto in bed with her, so she mindlessly stared at the moon. The moon was beautiful, pure and pristine. The window in Y/n’s room that the moon peeked through was small and beautifully framed by white wooden trim. Thorough the room was dark pitch black in the parts where the light couldn't reach even after stretching as far as it could- The parts where the moonlight licked were challenging to make out since the lighting was as broad as the moon could reach- the focus of lighting was poor, making things difficult to see. Despite knowing so, Y/n did not turn on the lights, or even move out of bed instead, she waited for Risotto. She made no effort to flip a switch or tug a chain, as it slipped her mind as she gazed at the moon, longing for Risotto to get in bed with her. Though as the minutes passed, he never did.

The moon that was once high in the sky, barely visible from where Y/n lay, was now vulnerable to Y/n’s eyes as its body lightens up Y/n’s vision. Y/n, after laying in bed with an empty feeling next to her in place of Risotto for what felt like hours, finally moves her legs to hang over the side of the bed as she places her right arm down to help her sit up. Y/n then touches the cold wood floor with her toes, gently placing her foot down, the floor creaking slightly under her weight as she places her other foot to finally get off the bed.

Y/n shivers as soon as she gets off the bed as the warm comforter no longer protected her from the cold breath of the house. Her thin sleepwear provided no warmth as Y/n’s nipples got hard. Y/n continued to step to the bedroom door, one foot after another, her shaking hands grabbing the cold metal doorknob and turning it to the right before opening it, and walking through it.

As soon as Y/n entered the hallway, she could see a warm, dim orange light flooding the hall from the crack of Risotto’s study. She followed the light slowly, her left hand trailing against the wall as she moved closer and closer to his study- until Y/n’s hand fell to the door to his study and Y/n moved her right hand to open it.

—Second Person—

Risotto looked to the door, and got up, ��Y/n, I thought you were in bed.” Risotto states, looking at you blankly. You look at him, your eye bags were dark, and it looked like you hadn't slept in days, “I couldn't sleep.” you reply, your voice tired with a hint of sadness. Risotto looks at you and sighs, his left hand massaging his temples as he closed the door, reaching his arm behind you a clicking sound was made before he moved his arm from the door and to his side.

“...”

Risotto stayed silent as he stared at you and he sighed again, “Y/n...” Risotto whispered, cupping your cheek with his right hand, his lips twitching into a slight smirk as his cheeks went slightly pink. You look up at him, then your eyes trail down to his crotch, his boner pressing up against his pants as Risotto speaks up, sending goosebumps down your spine, “What do you want..?” Risotto grunts, massaging your cheek as it gets redder.

“What can I do?” Risotto asks before speaking again, “I've been caught up in work, I haven't focused on you…well? I'm here now, and I want you, but there’s only so much I can do..” Risotto trails off, his speech getting slower as he huffs between almost every other word. You blush at his words, hesitant to speak, to ask for what you want, it seems embarrassing to ask outright, “Well?” Risotto asks, lifting your face up, “What do you want?” He asks, and you look him in his eyes, “Can you…eat me out..?” you ask, causing to Risotto let go of your cheek and step back with a blank face with his boner stiff in his pants.

Risotto blushes deeply, covering his mouth with his hand, trying to hide his blush, "didn't expect someone like you to talk like that…" Risotto says with a smirk, moving his hand from his face

Risotto takes a step to you, "Then I'll gladly oblige." Risotto

grabs your waist, pulling you closer to him, his face inches away from yours, kissing your lips hungrily. You moan softly, spreading your legs open as soon as Risotto pushes you down onto his chair, as he begins to start kissing your neck softly, moving his way down to your chest, unbuttoning your top skin he could start licking around your nipple before sucking on it gently he pulls back, a slight smirk on his face as he takes of your pants and panties, sliding them down your legs.

Risotto kisses along your inner thigh softly, continuing up towards your crotch. Risotto leans forward, placing his lips against your crotch, using his fingers to spread your thighs apart, revealing your inner pink folds, causing you to moan in response as Risotto's warm breath hits your folds. After about 5 seconds he finally licks his tongue against your clit, causing you to shudder, "ha..~" you breathe, moaning and shuddering

Risotto looks up at you, smirking, slowly sliding two fingers inside you, wiggling them in an effort to get more lubrication while he sucks your clit gently stroking your walls with his tongue, “So soft…” Risotto moans as he starts eating you out slowly, licking every inch of your slit, occasionally flicking your clit with his tongue. You moan and squirm at his tongue, bucking your legs onto Risotto’s head. “Fuck..” You moan, covering your mouth to quiet the noises coming from it.

Risotto keeps going, not breaking eye contact, starting to finger fuck you harder as he speaks, “Do you want me to go deeper? Or should I keep it the way im going?” you nod, “Yes, go deeper…please” You beg. Risotto does as he's told, pushing a third finger inside you, curving them upwards, “You feel great” he moans, sliding a third finger inside you, curving them upwards, rubbing the roof of your vagina “You like this?” Risotto asks mockingly, stretching you further, working his fingers furiously, “Ohh...so tight…” he groans as he licks your clit fast, increasing the pressure as your legs twitch, risotto continues fingering you for another minute or so, until he feels your body start shaking uncontrollably, “That's right...just relax and enjoy yourself.” Risotto says before going back to continue to lick your walls, stopping at your G-spot as you cum all over his tongue, your cum was like the webs of a spider as it connected your clit to his tongue.

Maybe tonight Risotto will sleep with you.

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xoxo-greed · 1 year

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disclaimer: I am open for requests, jjba and twst wonderland

risotto prob masturbates when no ones around thinking about you. thinking how he’d grab your hips and ram into them, you whines sounding like a symphony for his ears.

Ghiaccio probably jerks off to the thought of you in his pretty red car. thinking about how much he wanted to rail you, your whines and moans becoming muffled by his kisses, it turned him on so much.

Melone prob masturbates in his room, or maybe after a mission with you, the thought of your skirt riding up your thighs gets him on. just thinking about you pulling off your panties and stretching for him is enough to make him get nosebleeds or somethin’

#smut #jjba smut #jjba #la squadra #la squadra smut #risotto is a w

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c-nstellati-ns · 2 years

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May I get some elaboration on this, good sir? I require it for scientific purposes -that anon

I’VE BEEN WAITIN FOR THIS ONE BOYS 🤭🤭💖💖💖

ok ok so. basically. we know how risotto is sporting that attire with the harnesses and exposed chest right? doesn’t that just scream bdsm to you? and not only that, i did some further thinking and came to the thought of it being ironic if he didn’t even Know what bdsm and all that other stuff was- he just thought it was interesting fashion and he would just,,, wear it to wear it, right?

then i did some more thinking and was like, “what if that intimidating cold personality of his was sort of a front he put up for his job?” bc obviously he’s going to need that iron fist over his group to make sure everything is in control. but the moment, he doesn’t have to keep up that demeanor and he’s just at a bar with the others of la squadra celebrating some big event or smth, he’s actually rather shy. he’s a lightweight who can’t handle heavy liquor so he’s always the sober designated driver for everyone. sits alone, doesn’t talk to anyone [probs scares anyone who might talk to him away w his rbf anyway], and he’s just,,, there.

that is….. until u ofc….. the reader…. our main man, our main boye……

you manage to slide in, talk him up real nice and his pale skin is already flushed. he’s never had anyone talk to him like that, let alone flirt, so he’s just sitting there,,, a little stunned but very much into it. you order him a couple drinks, to which he drinks much to his own surprise and as the night passes, hes flirting back with you, even more than you were. the liquor is making him bold, and risotto could care less now because he’s simply infatuated your voice and touches. things happen, one thing leads to another, and you’re both in the private bathrooms, touching all up on each other. ris quite frankly sucks at kissing at first, but gets real into it over time. you start getting touchy with him, slipping your hands into his pants— until he stops you.

his deep, raspy voice all whimpery and soft as he whispers out, “t-this is my first time… p-please… please take it slow…” his face is all red and he’s avoiding eye contact with you, but its clear that he’s painfully hard in his pants, thighs rubbing together… he clings on you to keep you close, making it clear he wants more despite not knowing what to do next.

well……. what happens next is up to ur imagination LMFAO

#achilles' thirsts ⭐#💖✨ — ‘that’ anon #sub jjba #jjba smut #top male reader #dom male reader #seme male reader #dom reader #risotto nero x male reader #risotto x reader #lmk if y’all want More bc mmm #this is fun <3 #it’d be even better if the reader was actually like.#super experienced in all that #and rizz is just ‘oh! oh my god’#when he finds out LMFAO

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tinfairies · 6 months

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🤭 Risotto oierced cock hitting the back of your throat as you ride his shoe or even his pierced tongue on you too

Mmm I just know he has several cock piercing. Prince Albert and a Jacob's Ladder 🤤

#tin talks #tin smut #T: risotto

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kyloherrera · 3 months

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—CHAPTER ONE: NEW TOY

content warning: fem!reader. Kidnap. Physical Restrains. Blindfold, Blood play, Chocking kink, Mention of reader becoming Risottos toy

wordcount. 1575

annotation. hi! This is one of my fav series I have wrote so far because I love sm La Squadra, so I hope you enjoy it, this is porn with plot. Also keep in mind that english is no my main language so if I have grammar mistakes, please tell me, hope you enjoy.

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Risotto was a boss of the Passione Mafia, he was the leader of one of the most deadly squads within this mafia, the Squadra, a squad whose members were specialized in assassinations and who possessed one of the most deadly and ruthless stands of the Passione.

Risotto used to be a rather calm and calculating boy, he usually did not understand other people and even less when it came to sex. Of course, this did not mean that he did not indulge himself from time to time and even enjoyed himself without However, this point of view would change on this day.

You were a member of the Passione, which had lo been involved with Bucciarati, and because of that you had raised some suspicions that he might be trying to betray the leader of the Mafia. So Risotto had ordered his members to capture you in order to get more information, and in any case, if he refused to remove a burden from his leader's shoulders, to kill you, since your position was known to be very powerful.

"I wonder if she would make a good mother." Melone said, licking his lips in anticipation. "Capo, can I have a play with her?" he said. He was still licking his lips as he imagined thousands of dirty things.

"No, I'll talk to her. Then we'll decide what to do with her." Risotto said with his usual cold tone that demanded obedience. His dark tone and deep voice echoed throughout the room, a tone that would intimidate anyone.

"Di Molto!" Melone replied. While he continued to imagine scenarios, he still held out hope.

Risotto went to the room where you were, you were chained and immobilized, after all, even if they were not afraid of the power of your position, it was okay to take their precautions.

Risotto walked over and noticed that you were tied to a chair with your hands and feet bound. Your vision was completely obscured. He stopped near you and then examined you from top to bottom with those crimson balls and his usual serious tone. The blindfold covered your vision and yet you could feel how he devoured you with his gaze, like a hunter stalking his prey, but even so you were brave enough, he wouldn't be able to intimidate you.

And then he understood, for the first time he understood Melone, and that was that your outfit was a bit extravagant. A black tank top that clearly showed her cleavage, black navy shorts, followed by fishnet stockings and black platform boots. Risotto couldn't help but lose his gaze at this outfit, she couldn't deny that when she saw this outfit, her imagination betrayed him and she went a little further than she should have, giving him dirty scenarios and thoughts.

You, however, took the opportunity to give the order to your stand to attack, and in those moments when Risotto was distracted, you continued an attack and you succeeded, leaving a wound on his arm from which a familiar crimson color appeared, Risotto simply let out a breath. He admired your courage, but at the same time, he couldn't help but frown.

that he had allowed himself to be attacked in such a stupid way.

He was a boss, for the hell he let himself be distracted by a girl. Risotto saw that he could no longer trust the girl, then turned invisible and closed his wound with the help of his stand.

When he mentioned a few words, you simply let a teasing smile escape between your lips.

"Well, Mrs. Capo. My stand releases a deadly poison that only it can cure. If you want me to remove it, then you will have to release me and let me go." The grimace on your face was one of security. Even though you were completely tied up, you could feel that you had won the battle.

But Risotto was the boss of one of the most powerful mafias in Italy. He would not be beaten so easily. And so it was: With a quick movement and armed with courage, he used his stand to remove the poison, opening a deep wound to let the contaminated blood escape and then closing it again thanks to his metallic stand.

"Impossible." You mentioned Risotto's bravery and frowned when you saw how he managed to beat one of his escape cards. But you expected nothing less from one of the capos de passione.

"Well, don't waste my time anymore and let's get down to business: What do you know about Bucciarati's group?"

"You have no idea what kind of manners and hospitality you have. You have so little manners and hospitality. Let me go and I might tell you everything." You snorted at him.

And so it was. Risotto approached the place, protected by his invisibility, and then, removing your shackles and freeing your vision, you simply let out a satisfied smile.

"Thank you. Your name is Risotto, right?"

"Yes, but come on, get to talking."

"I'd love to, but it's hard for me to talk with a dry mouth. Could you get me a glass of water?" You said. Without taking the mocking grin off your face.

Risotto was already getting desperate, but he followed your orders and sent two of his men to guard the door of this room. If this continued, he would probably hire someone else to get information out of you.

Risotto returned to the room, glass in hand. To become invisible again, he was surprised to see you. You had waited patiently in that place, your smile still on your face.

You thanked him and took a few sips. Then you placed the glass next to his chair and gave Risotto what you had promised him.

"Well, I don't know a lot. But I do know that the Boss has given Bucciarati's group the mission to find and pick up his daughter. I don't know if they have her yet or not."

A look of astonishment appeared on Risotto's face and then changed to a smile. At least they had a clue to find their boss, a very important piece of the puzzle. However, something brought Risotto out of his thoughts and that was the splash that soaked his clothes. But the most surprising thing was that the water was tinted with a crimson color that revealed his position.

And you were quite cunning. While Risotto was not looking, you had opened a small wound on your leg. Since you were not affected by the poison, you did this so that the blood fell into the glass and turned it red. Then you tried to attack Risotto again with a quick move, but he had somehow managed to dodge it. This last action had managed to break his patience completely.

Furious, he had started to grab you by the neck, crushing your neck and cutting off your breath, while he had lifted you up and leaned you against a wall. Metallica had then pulled what looked like chains from your limbs, anchoring them to the wall and preventing you from moving.

Risotto had decided to remove the stand from her body, which remained visible, while he looked angrily at the girl, noticing how your face reflected an expression of pain and panic, and how your eyes crystallized a little due to the pain of your limbs and the abrupt force that was on your neck. But something prevented them from killing you, I had the feeling that the girl still had information about her boss and Bucciarati, but I would leave that to someone else. You had already managed to fill her patience, but at a certain point she admired you, however, she was finished and decided to leave the place without removing her stand, leaving you anchored to the wall. However, something unexpected appeared between Risotto's pants, he could not believe how the simple fact of having hung you and seeing the expression on your face had made him so hard. But it was the same for you, seeing the cold and deep look of Risotto, who was destroying and despising you at the same time as he was restricting his movements and hanging you, had provoked moisture in your area.

And Risotto had noticed it, he couldn't prevent a perverse look and smile from appearing on his face. He returned to where you were freeing yourself from your anchor, to then transform the metal of your body parts into handcuffs, to then place them in your hands. He then proceeded to drink the blood he had left behind. He enjoyed the warm crimson mixture with a metallic taste and smell.

Risotto quickly positioned you against the wall. You were forced to look at the wall while Risotto stood behind you.

"Tell me, you have two choices. One you may live and one you may not live."

He said later. He took your chin and made you turn your face to look at those dark spheres.

"And the other is for you to become my plaything."

He said to then leave a wet kiss on your lips and then move to your neck, causing a slight moan to escape your lips, as his lips were hot from the blood.

You hated people who thought they were superior. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't find Risotto attractive enough to play with for a while.

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