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ep-the-penguin · 3 years

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Deal With The Devil

(Credits to the original gif creator)

[Published: Saturday, January 2nd, 2021]

Pairings: Santino D'Antonio x F. Reader

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Just angst... I guess... And light swearing...

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Summary: (Y/N) ends up making a deal with the most powerful demon that exists...

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Notes: With the start of a whole new year (hopefully a better one for everyone), I wanted to post a little something-something for my boi, Santino. And also this is the first thing I've posted this year so yeah-

This one-shot was something that I randomly (more like forced myself really-) came up with just a few hours ago. This was meant to be a very short drabble but... Here we are.

Even though I'm highly satisfied with this as a stand-alone, I would possibly one of these days like to turn this short scene into a mini-series of some sort. But that's only if anyone actually wants to further learn about this Alternate Universe, (Y/N)'s and Santino's relationship, so on and so forth. Also, no promises though...

Anyway, wishing everyone has an awesome start to this beautiful new year, and now, onto the actual story!

Anyone who speaks Italian, correct me on my garbage Italian... Please?

I also would appreciate it if you REBLOGGED my work instead of liking them. It helps not only me but others' works to be put more in the top spots of the tags algorithm, so our works can get seen by as many people as possible. Thank you for understanding!

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With a shaken breath, (Y/N) places a small wooden box in the hole that she had just created with the soil.

She brings out her leather bonded spellbook from her satchel, rapidly flipping through the pages until she lands on the correct one.

She pauses for a moment, her mind wandering with thoughts of what her parents might think of her for breaking the promise she had made with them for almost a year now, even a few months before her mother had tragically died.

She swallows down her salvia and the ever-building guilt, glancing at the photo sticking out of her book. She hesitantly pulls out the photo, studying the smiling faces of her two loving parents and herself from a few years ago. She sadly smiles, tracing her mother's face with tenderness before reluctantly placing it back deep inside of the book.

This is the only way. She reminds herself before whispering the spell with incredible perfection. It only makes sense that she can say it so flawlessly, and that's because she's done it many times throughout the years now.

Once the words the spell is completely said, silence fills the air of the darkened location as she glances around the open dirt area. She patiently waits, her nerves getting the best of her as she tightly grips onto her jeans, trying to stop her hands from shaking so much.

Is that idiot ever going to come? She asks herself, glancing at her phone after a few minutes of nothing.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blows away the fallen hair from her face as the person she so happened to be waiting for finally makes his appearance.

"Passerotta!"

Speak of the devil… She breaths out a sigh in relief that she didn't even know she was containing as she glances at the male confidently standing a few feet away from her.

As always, he looks just as inhumanly stunning (and overly cocky) just like she had remembered him being since the last time she had spoken with him.

He currently wears a dark green three-piece suit that surprisingly looks great on him, especially since it matches his brightly colored eyes.

She tiredly sighs, slouching her shoulders as she runs her hand through her slightly messy hair, hoping to get this stupid conversation done with.

"What a pleasant surprise mio piccolo cacciatore, and one that I so happened to need right now." The demon happily greets with a large grin, adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves as he watches her with a curious gaze.

She choices to remain quiet, not bothering to greet him like she usually would, with her playful, sarcastic, and witty attitude as she turns her head away from him, avoiding making eye contact with the demon.

His smile slowly falters as he studies her odd and closed off behavior. His mind races with so many questions and concerns as he continues to observe her from his spot.

"It has been almost a year since we've last spoken. Have you been alright, mio caro amico? You don't look too well-"

"Save him…" She softly mumbles, slowly lifting herself off the ground.

"I'm sorry?" He asks, frowning his brows in both worry and confusion.

"I said, save him." (Y/N) harshly repeats herself, now having the courage to gaze straight into his eyes.

The demon sighs, turning away from her hard glare as he combs a hand through his curly locks. "I can't."

"And why not? As far as I know, you're the only reason why he's even in this mess, to begin with!"

"I only did what he asked of me, what he wanted me to do. He willingly made the deal with me. No one can change that, but you already know that." He reminds her, narrowing his eyes slightly as he folds his arms together.

"You could have refused him." She points out, following his movements.

"You know I don't do that, (Y/N)."

"I don't need this bullshit right now, Santino." She announces, pinching the bridge of her nose while shaking her head.

"Really? I don't recall you ever mentioning that information to me."

"Santino! Just save him goddammit!"

"May I remind you that once a human has a mark of a deal, there is nothing anyone can do to stop the consequences."

That's not entirely true and you know it… She wants to yell at him at that moment for lying straight to her face, but instead choices to keep her mouth shut about that information as she adverts her gaze to her mud-covered boots.

"...he's the only thing I have left in this world, Santi…"

Silence comes from the demon, causing her to glance at him in question as she notices he's not looking at her but instead at the night sky with an unreasonable expression.

"One less hunter to deal with, the better it is for me." He says after a few moments of continued silence, shrugging his shoulders which causes (Y/N) to tightly clench her fists and jaw out of frustration.

"Santino, I'm begging you, save my father. Please." She desperately begs, tears welling up in her eyes as she tries to fight them from falling.

He raises a brow, stuffing his hands inside of his trousers as he stalks closer to her, almost reminding her of a predator with its prey. She remains completely still, allowing him to examine her with such calculation with his stare.

"And what would you give me in return?"

(Y/N) blinks, snapping her gaze to stare into his green colored ones in confusion. She had once, a long time thought, firmly believed that he was different from all the other demons and dark entities. That he was her only true friend, the only person that she can rely on...

But as soon as the realization hits her, she almost lets out a sob as she remembers that her father was right all along. Santino is just like everyone else, using her innocence and naiveness to manipulate her, probably to use her natural abilities and position in society to gain even more power than he already has or needs.

"Well, what do you offer, little one?" Santino softly asks, waiting ever so patiently for her answer.

She takes a long and almost pained breath of air, mentally preparing herself for the many consequences that are going to occur once she makes a deal with the most powerful demon that man itself knows so little about.

As a tear slips from her eye, she quickly wipes it away as she reminds herself that she has no other choice but to do this…

"Anything you want, Santino D'Antonio."

He smiles, but not the kind that she would expect to see from a powerful being like himself. It's something along the lines of being pained, broken, and almost torn around the edges.

She nearly has to stop herself from taking a step back from the shock of witnessing the demon's vulnerability.

He reaches a hand of his out, eyes secretly pleading for her to stop. "Then we have ourselves a deal, (Y/N) Wick."

She ignores her mind screaming at her to stop, ignoring the demon's stare, and just ignoring everything her parents had taught her not to do over her years of learning magic as she firmly grips onto his larger hand, completing the contract.

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fics-not-tragedies · 4 years

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This is fic based on this request I got ages ago, and it is what it is, I couldn’t help myself!

SUMMARY: You’re surprised when from your balcony you see Santino having a smoke at the stairway that leads to your house. Turns out he came to you to claim the Marker you gave him few years ago. Words: 3958; Warnings: smut;

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You were surprised when you saw him standing on the steps that lead to your house. He was quickly finishing the cigarette before he leaned closer to press the buzzer on the wall, but you were quicker, opened the door ahead of his slender finger touching the small button.

“Santino…” you breathed out his name and he raised his eyebrow, the much obvious smile on his lips followed right after when his eyes landed on your figure, “I saw you from the balcony” his gaze moved up and down your body before it finally settled on your face, his eyes growing wider with a silent question, “looks like I should change my plans now… Please come inside.”

Inviting him in with a gesture of your hand you stepped to the side making more space for him and as he slowly sauntered inside your house he quickly turned around so he could still look at you.

“Were you going out, bella?” He asked in a soft tone, shrugging his coat onto your sofa when you two walked arm in arm into your living room.

“Yes I was… but since you’re already here I might just ditch the idea. What brought you here, Santino?”

With your arms crossed in front of your chest and your side pressed into the floor length mirror you carefully eyed him. Santino reached into the inside pocket of his jacket then slowly walked over to you, handing you the Marker.

“I’d like to fulfill this…” you opened it only to see your own bloody fingerprint pressed onto the metal.

“What requires my assistance then?” Voice got stuck in your throat when he undid all of the buttons of his jacket, then took the Marker from your hands and placed it on the tall table by the mirror where you kept your most handy knives.

Then he was right behind you, his hands grasping your sides, his body pressed into yours, “I require your assistance, bella…” he rasped.

“M-Me?”

You caught his gaze in the reflection, the way his lips twitched at the thought of all the things he wanted to do to you. Your entire body felt tense, afraid to move in or out of his touch and as he moved your hair back over your shoulder to expose your neck, you couldn’t help but sigh, your left hand coming down to clutch his wrist in an attempt to steady yourself. His mouth was so close to your neck, his breath tickling the sensitive skin exactly where he knew he’d be able to change your mind for good with just the slightest brush of his lips.

“Santino … please…” you whispered, as if to beg him to allow you to keep some of your self-control because you knew that as soon as he’d go in for the kill, you wouldn’t be able to resist. He was going to be the end of you.

“Yes, bella?” He drawled, his hands slowly wandering up your sides, his grip tightening as he dragged them along your body, his fingertips just brushing past the underside of your breasts.

“I-I…” You were lost for words, the only thing you could think of now were his hands wandering upwards, groping your breasts while he sucked on your neck, pressing himself closer to you. You were playing a dangerous game now, not resisting meant that he was going to win, and there was absolutely nothing you could do about it. You trembled as he pressed his lips to the side of your neck and your skin tingled as he started sucking right below your ear, his words making your knees weak.

“Don’t fight me, bella…”

“Can’t you wait?” You sighed, exhausted, a last attempt at holding it together, your eyes fluttering as you failed to conceal the effect of his touch. Santino took in a sharp breath, as his hands grabbed hungrily at your chest, spilling your breasts further out of your dress, eager to see more of you.

“No pupa” he uttered forcefully, meeting your gaze in the mirror, unblinking, “If I don’t fuck you right now I will tease you all night at the party and you will beg me to take you…”

As soon as he’d finished speaking you melted into him pathetically, his insatiable need making your knees buckle.

Your arms were shaking as you tried to hold on to the edge of the table, swallowing hard. The low tone in his voice, the rough touch of his hands, it was too much for you.

“Santino…”

“That’s right, bella…” he drawled, “I’ll have you screaming my name in no time. Cazzo, I’ll fuck you so hard you’d forget your own name…” you whimpered, pressing your body back into his desperately, craving more, craving all of him, craving for him to fulfill his promises, “I know you want me, bella…” he chuckled, “I bet your cunt’s so fucking wet for me already…”

You let out a staggered breath, one you didn’t realize you’d been holding and tried to press your legs together, try to keep him from finding out too soon just how right he was but he shuffled slightly and his knuckles nudged your thighs apart with ease, your lips falling open in a weak protest.

In one swift move, his fingers found their way to your already soaked panties and you relaxed against him as he began to rub the fabric, teasing you when he knew he had no reason to. He knew you were desperate, he knew you needed him, he knew he’d won - but this was punishment for trying to defy him.

“I knew I was right…” he groaned, pressing his lip close to your ear, his free arm circling your waist to draw your closer against him, restricting your movement, “Fucking dripping for me. You’re gagging for it bella, aren’t you?”

Your dress had bunched up a little in his movement, but he pulled it further out of his way now, exposing you, and you both watched the way he teased you in the mirror. You could feel his growing arousal pressing against you, the feeling of his cock straining against his trousers, his belt barely containing him.

Your eyes fell shut tightly as you grew painfully aware of how he’d made you so wet, had gotten you so desperate for him within merely a few seconds. He knew just how to push your buttons, how to get you to surrender, and he was taking full advantage of it. You breathed out shakily as you felt him press up against you, the outline of his cock rubbing against your ass and you were aching for him, the empty feeling between your legs growing more and more prominent, “Please…"

"Oh, you better beg me…” he growled, attaching his lips to your neck, sucking lightly on your skin, “Thinking you can fucking resist me…”

His spicy scent intoxicating you mixed with the faint memory of the cigarette he’d just finished, your eyelids felt heavy and you moaned uncontrollably, any dignity or restraint you had before draining from you in mere moments.

You reached up to grab what you could of his hair. His nose wrinkled with concentration and frustration as he forced your underwear aside, his fingertips pressing into your clit hard. You jerked in his touch, desperate to feel full. For a moment you’d thought you’d have the upper hand, gripping his hair always making him weak, but the second his fingers brushed through your folds, making their way to press hard against your clit, every shred of self-control, every shred of power went up in smoke.

Santino had full control of you and he knew it, toying with your clit at a torturous pace that kept you on the edge, but wasn’t quite enough to get you there yet.

“Look at yourself, pretty girl” he drawled, lifting your chin and holding your neck so that you were straight right back at yourself in the mirror, “Do you see what I’m doing to you?” He added, his breaths short and shallow, “You look fucking gorgeous and all, what a perfect sight.”

And just when you thought he was going to let you have what you’d been expecting by building up his pace and pushing you closer to the edge, he worked his fingers inside you instead, curling them to make you shake around him and you hissed as he stroked your walls to bring you closer to the edge in away you hadn’t been quite expecting.

Your knees were weak, your legs shaking from the way his fingers curled inside you, coaxing you closer and closer to the edge, his thumb coming up to tease your clit and you could barely hold on, felt yourself getting closer and closer in a matter of seconds but then he stopped. You should’ve known it was too good to be true but you whimpered with desperation nonetheless.

“Santino…” you cried, your voice small, needy, absolutely desperate.

“Shouldn’t have resisted me, eh? I will make you regret that, bella, you will wish you shouldn’t have put up a fight…”

You whimpered as he curled his fingers inside you again to emphasize his words, his hand tightening as it came around your throat, forcing you to look back at yourself in the mirror, your face flushed, eyes wide, lips parted slightly.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, Santino…” you mumbled, over and over, desperate for him to let you go, “I’m sorry, baby…” the words fell from your lips without you even trying, his gaze forcing you to submit, willing to do anything just for your release. He had you bouncing on the edge and you both knew that one solid move would be enough to send you spiraling but he knew your body, knew how you worked under his touch so he hovered around the feeling, still not read to give in just yet.

“Well, have you learned your lesson, pupa?” He spat as you held onto him for stability.

“I think so…” you sighed through gritted teeth, your body beginning to slump as your knees knocked together and your vision went blurry as the mirror began to fog with the way you’d been pathetically panting.

“I’m not so sure I believe you” Santino replied, darkly, drawing his fingers from you. The feeling was agonizing and cruel but before you could so much as complain, he bent you over the table and slapped his hand over your bare ass forcefully, licking his lips hungrily at the sound. You body shifted forward with the sting and your groaned, the sensation bringing tears to your eyes suddenly. It was all consuming, the wet between your thighs dripping and you tried to gather yourself, open your eyes to look at him again but you couldn’t focus on anything but how badly you needed more from him.

Despite his heavy breathing against your neck, despite his body pressing so tightly against yours, you knew his every move was planned out, set out specifically to tease you, to make sure you’d regret telling him no at first. His hand ran down to your breast, groping harshly at it as his other hand spread your wetness around, his voice unfazed, nonchalant as if he wasn’t driving you absolutely out of your mind with his fingers.

“You’re so wet, bella…” he drawled, “I haven't allowed you to cum and it feels like I’ve fucked you to orgasm twice already….”

You whimpered desperately, well aware of how wet you were for him. He’d slide inside you so easily and the thought of his cock finally filling you made you dizzy.

“Got it running down your legs, principessa…” he muttered, just poking a finger inside you again, not nearly enough to satisfy your needs, now mocking you for how desperate you were for him, “You want it so bad, there is no reason to pretend you didn’t… I know you’re a dirty little girl…”

“Santino…” you groaned, your eyes rolling back involuntarily as you sucked in a breath, your hips wiggling back to meet his lack of touch. His words had you trembling, so ready to let go when he wanted you to and you were so close, your clit throbbing relentlessly.

“What?” He groaned, almost annoyed that you’d disturbed his thought process, whatever was playing in that beautiful head of his.

“Please…” you persisted, pouty and pathetic.

“Please what?”

“Please spank me again.”

“You’re not supposed to enjoy the punishment, bella…” he drawled, his arms tense as he held your hips still. He considered his choices for a moment when you had no answer for him.

Then, without warning, he spanked you again, harder this time, once on each cheek and you yelped at the surprise. The sting made you feel filthy, his touch having completely disheveled you now and you knew you were a mess but didn’t care anymore. You reveled in the feeling for a while, the idea of his red hand-print marking you for the rest of the night driving you crazy.

“You’re gonna know exactly where I’ve been when I’m done with you” he declared quietly, as if he was reading your mind, “You won’t be able to focus all night, won’t even be able to sit without reminding yourself how bad you were.”

Santino pressed his lips to your neck for a moment, biting down on your skin so hard you worried he was going to break you. There was a lull when you wondered what he could possibly have in store for you, the pressure still throbbing between your legs and then he sent a short, stinging smack to your core and you were gone. You came undone completely, Santino only holding you out of fear you’d fall to the ground as your walls convulsed around nothing, the mere thought of him filling you enough to have your orgasm ripping through you. Your entire body shook and you were hot all over, groaning his name louder than either of you knew was possible, the sound vibrating off the walls.

The sting of your walls closing around nothing, desperate for him to fill you made you cry out with need, pushing your ass back against him but his hand was tight on your hip now, holding you in place, making you gasp when his fingers closed around your throat, your breath hitching in your throat.

His voice was calm, like honey dripping down your skin but there was something else coiling under the surface, an edge to it that had you shaking, “Did you just…” he swallowed hard, “Did you just cum without my permission?” His grip around your throat tightened, his fingers adding more pressure and you knew he wouldn’t let this one slide, “I wasn’t even touching your cunt and you came from just a slap of my hand…” he groaned, “You’re so fucking desperate for me, it’s embarrassing…”

“I’m sorry…” you almost sobbed as his words brought you down from the elation, your apologies now frequent and meaningless, anything to get more from him be it bad or good or both. He shook his head, undecided how he was going to punish you this time and then you heard his slender fingers toying with his belt, the buckle clanging as it came undone.

At first you were excited, wondered whether he was finally going to deliver his promise. But instead, Santino dangled the leather over his finger teasingly, his lips pulling into an uncontrollable smirk and you tried to process what he was thinking as he pushed you back over the table, your face rolling against the glass. And just then, the leather slapped your ass searingly, just once. You screamed, the material hurting much more than his hand had but there was so much pleasure too. You felt it everywhere, a burning prickly heat that you couldn’t get enough of. You loved the power he had over you and he did too, there was no denying it.

“You liked that too didn’t you, pupa?” He mumbled, bringing you back up, his hand around your neck tightly again. You whimpered, unable to give him a response as his fingers pressed against your throat lightly, his lips attaching themselves to the back of your neck, biting down on your skin.

You had liked it, the way he dominated you, demonstrated his power over you had you dripping, even more desperate for him.

“S-Santino…” you whimpered, submissively.

“I asked you a question…”

“Yes” you groaned, at last, the deep scarlet blush washing over your face again, “I liked it.”

“Spread your legs for me bella” Santino commanded quickly, no doubt in his voice and you did, anything to please him.

You sighed at the sight of your dress, bunched around your waist, your body exposed completely but he apparently loved it, grabbing a handful of your ass as you wiggled over the table, his eyes taking you in hungrily.

He’d been playing games up until now but Santino was only human and seeing you like this for him was too much to handle. He had to have you. You watched him fumble with his zip, something about the idea of him fucking you whilst fully dressed making you quiver in anticipation and drew his thick cock from the straining fabric of his underwear, palming himself a little, just watching you, licking his lips at the sight of your shiny arousal.

“Right, bella, I will fuck you now, and I don’t want you cumming until I tell you to. Be a good girl for me, now.”

You nodded obediently, biting your lip his hand moved to guide your head upwards, forcing you to look back at yourself in the mirror.

“I want you to look at yourself … watch how your eyes roll back when my cock fills your cunt … watch what a needy girl you are … so hungry for my cock…”

You shuddered as he inched forwards, the head of his thick cock rubbing up against you in a way that made your knees fall apart even wider. With his free arm, he held you against him to keep you still and you both hissed as he entered you at last, the desire well and truly uncontrollable. Santino’s eyes clouded over with lust as your walls fluttered around him and you tried to keep your gaze as wide as you could when the inevitable eye roll came, obeying his instructions as best you could. He knew you, knew how you’d react to every movement, no inch of your body left unexplored. He shifted forward again, deeper, wanting more, your bottom lip trembling as he filled you to the hilt. You could feel him throbbing inside you, the tightness making him grab onto every inch of your skin he could find, fueled by how badly he needed to fuck you.

“C-cazzo, you’re so beautiful” he groaned, meeting your gaze in the mirror as he gathered a fistful of your hair, “So tight, so wet, so fucking… ahhhh… Look at that, bella…“ he drawled, “Look at yourself in the mirror while I’m fucking you…”

You whimpered, craving more of him instantly as he pulled back, then buried himself inside of you again, making your lurch forward on the table, your nipples hardening from the cold material of the mirror as your breasts were pressed against it and you gasped from the feeling of his cock brushing up tightly against your walls, the friction absolutely delicious.

You groaned loudly, the sound reverberating around the room as he thrust his hips into you and you tried to keep your mouth closed, embarrassed by your neediness, how much you were enjoying him filling you over and over. He shook a little as you tensed around him, barely able to contain how badly he’d needed this, his fingers curled into your hip and shoulder to keep you down, keep you still, your eyes only just able to watch at the angle he had you.

“You feel so fucking good, bella…” he groaned, the grip of his hands on you tightening as he drove into you, making you whimper desperately, writhing underneath him as you were completely at his mercy.

“S-Santino…”

“That’s right, say my name, pupa…” he muttered, his hand coming down on your ass without a warming, landing a few slaps before gripping your hip again, screwing you hard, your hips colliding repeatedly as he slowly drove you closer and closer to the edge.

His noisiness was turning you on to no end, his need to express everything he was feeling tonight only making the moment more desperate.

“Santino… Santino…” you groaned, the burning in your stomach beginning to tighten as he began to speed up again.

“Tell me what you’re needing, principessa…” he purred, panting between words, sweat pooling under his white shirt.

“I need to let go…” you mumbled, barely audible, the need to cum again consuming you. He gave a couple more thrusts with equal ferocity then slowed down, each thrust concise and teasing, drawn out so that he could keep you on the edge now that you were there again. His fingers found their way to your clit and you jolted at the surprise, the slow circular rubbing making every inch of your skin crawl, your body threatening to collapse under his touch. In the midst of his delightful torture he placed a couple of delicate kisses over your sweaty shoulders and exposed back, his appreciation for you endless.

His hard thrusts combined with the tenderness of this kisses, the lazy circles on your clit, it was slowly overwhelming you, threatening to send you over the edge right then and there but you knew that would only mean more teasing and you didn’t know how much more you could take. You were aching for your release, ready to do anything it took.

“S-Santino … b-baby, I’m so close…”

“Hold on, bella, hold on for me…” he muttered breathily, his chest rising and falling rapidly and you could feel his heartbeat, his fingers trembling, “I’m so close, bella, cazzo…” he groaned, his accent thick, his voice laced with lust as he thrust hard inside you, picking up the pace again.

You noted the way he’d flipped, no longer focused on teasing you, no punishment left in him but that now he was focused on getting himself there as he made you wait for him, a complex task but one he’d accomplished plenty of times.

“Are you ready, bella?” he groaned, breathless, “Ready to let go?”

“Yes…” you sighed, exhausted, your eyes locked with his in the mirror.

His hips jolted dramatically and he pressed hard and suddenly on your clit, the simple movement sending you over the edge. You felt as if you were falling, the feeling euphoric and your walls contracted around him continually as he came inside you, his moans obscene and relentless.

He held you tightly, his arms wrapped around you as you calmed down, both panting, sweating, tangled up in each other.

“Cazzo, bella…” Santino chuckled against your shoulder, “You’re so fucking incredible…”

You sighed, leaning back against him. “And you’re impossible” you giggled shakily, “Was the Marker worth it?” You picked it up from the table and opened it.

Santino pricked his finger on the small needle that was attached to it and pressed his thumb into the empty space right next to the imprint of yours. Then he caught his finger between his lips and sucked on it harshly.

“Of course it was, bella… we should do it again some time” he slid himself from you and you groaned loudly at the empty feeling, his release running down your thighs.

“Do you have plans for the night?”

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honeysidesarchived · 3 years

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#ash.txt #tw negativity #been really struggling with witching hour and gods & devils lately #mostly just in my own head about the quality of content that i'm putting out #and really like i do feel the most like myself when i'm writing #and there is content that i've put out that i feel genuinely proud of #but i just cannot seem to fight my way out of this little rut #in that same vein i have a completely finished santino d'antonio/oc oneshot just burning a hole in my drive #that maybe i will post chapter by chapter interim to the other stuff getting done #WHO KNOWS #it's needs heavy editing and another star-passover #anyway my imposter syndrome is: strong #and my heart is: weak #to delete

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consumedkings-archive · 3 years

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🌹🌹🌹 owo

shelli shelli shelli, the way i adore u! take some of my oneshot in the john wick universe where i spend my time letting my oc kiss santino d'antonio like nothing is wrong : ^ )

"Gorgeous little fox," Santino murmurs, his voice a pleasant rumble, crushed velvet and the sticky, dark-wet of blood. The air bubbles with a strange, hypnotic emotion, lulling her. "I think that I just have to have you. Say that you'll come to dinner with me."

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fics-not-tragedies · 4 years

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Italian anger

This fic is based on a request I got ages ago, that was sent by @queenselana and hopefully it’s something that fills in the need.

SUMMARY: You were offered to Santino as a gift from your family that wanted to repair their relationship with the D’Antonios. After you two got married you absolutely loathed him, but one day when you walk into the conference room in the middle of a meeting he does something that changes your opinion on him. Words: 2608; Warnings: smut and a tad bit of angst;

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You had been busy the whole day, managing the books for his club, filling up the orders for whatever was needed and by the time you were done, it was late to your standards. You knew Santino would kill you if he caught you still working so you decided to pack up and tell him that you were on your way to the home side of his large mansion.

You knocked on the door to the meeting room and walked in without waiting to be told to come in, you didn’t know if it was out of force of habit or that your mind was in a universe of its own. You opened the door as you were fixing the buttons of your coat and immediately regretted it.

“Santino I- nevermind,” you spoke as you turned back around to leave, a group of men stared at you as you turned. You cursed yourself as you forgot Santino had a meeting with his associates today.

“Bella, come in” you heard Santino speak in his usual stern voice. You slowly turned back around, your cheeks tinted a light shade of pink.

“I’m sorry Santino, I completely forgot-”

“Come here” Santino cut you off, and tilted his head, signalling for you to cross the group of men and walk towards the front of the table where he sat. The room was silent as you walked up, the only noise that filled the room was the clicking of your heels on the marble floor.

He patted his thigh when you stood next to him, a proud smirk on his face as he watched his men look anywhere except at you. He liked showing you off and when you sat yourself down, he whispered in your ear, “I’ll only be a few minutes, bella, then I’ll take you home.”

He had one of his hands holding your waist to ensure you didn’t fall while the other cradled a cigarette. “Right where were we?” He asked, addressing the room and continuing on with the meeting as normal.

The meeting continued smoothly for a few moments and you eventually found yourself enjoying learning about this side of the business, although your heart dropped when you heard a snide comment slip out of a new member’s mouth.

“I thought whores weren’t allowed in meetings, Santino?” The man grinned, his grin morphing into a frown when nobody else laughed along with his comment. You felt Santino tense from beside you, his grip on your waist tightening, enough to possibly leave a slight mark, but not enough to hurt.

“What?” He asked, a look of pure hatred planted on his face as he narrowed his eyes at the younger man, “What the fuck did you just said?”

“No whores? Isn’t that your number one rule?” He defended as he crossed his arms against his chest and slouched down into his chair. Santino scoffed at the man, you saw him quickly clench his fist from the corner of your eye.

“Santino it’s fine, just a simple mistake” you whispered in attempt to defuse the situation.

“It’s not ok, I’m not going to tolerate you being disrespected right in front of me, especially by one of my own men” He shot back, his eyes never leaving the poor man who knew he had fucked up.

“Tutte fuori!” He demanded, “except you” he shouted, pointing his finger at the young associate, “no, faremo una piccola chiacchierata.”

Santino then turned to look at you, a softer look in his blue eyes as he whispered, “wait in the living room, it’ll only be a moment” then he gave your forehead a little kiss and waited until you had closed the door to speak again. You could hear the shouts coming from him as you walked along the corridor and you were certain you even heard the smashing of glass at one moment.

It was when the building became silent that you began to worry. You were just about to check up on Santino and the boy when you heard a knock on the door. You opened it to find the young man stood there, his head bent downwards and his hat between his hands.

“I am sincerely sorry about how I called you a few moments ago, you didn’t deserve that, I’m sure you’re a lovely lady and… well… I’m sorry.”

“And?” You heard Santino speak from behind him.

“And I’m an asshole.”

“Good, ora vaffanculo, cazzo!” Santino demanded and the man quickly walked away while your husband walked into the living room, his hands immediately going to your waist.

“You didn’t have to make it such a big deal, you know” you giggled, placing your hands on his shoulders as you looked up at him.

“Of course I did” he shot back, his lips turning up in a slight smile. You laughed at his words and gave him a quick kiss.

“Thank you” you whispered once you pulled apart.

Santino then pulled you into him and bit your lip, slipping his tongue into your mouth and kissing you in the most passionate way he could. You walked backwards slowly until your legs hit the back of your table and Santino lifted you up onto it, standing between your legs, his hands now resting on your thighs.

He moved his mouth to your neck where he placed a trail of kisses from your jaw down to the base of your neck. He squeezed your thigh before resting his forehead against yours.

“You’re all that matters to me.”

“Santi…” it was the first time you called him that and he looked at you with the softest look in his eyes you’ve ever seen. You gently cupped his large face in your hands and rested your forehead against his neck, “Baby, I know I’m not the best wife in the world, nor the one you deserve-”

“No, principessa, no” he cut you off by placing his fingers under your chin and gently lifting it up, so you could look at him, “you’re everything I need. I know you hated me at first… you loathed my presence, but for me… you were like the heavy rain after a muggy day… like the first rays of spring sun that warms the whole world. I needed you more than you thought.”

“Santi, my dear…” you breathed out and he blinked away the tears that formed in his eyes, “Santi your hand is shaking.”

“I’m still pissed off” he cackled and took a step away from you, “how could he even thought about saying that out loud?”

“Dear, it’s alright…”

“No! No it’s not! He called you una puttana! Nessuno chiamerà mia moglie così!” Santino shouted and you just took a deep breath before reaching out for his hand and pulling him closer again.

“Santino…” you murmured his name under your breath as he sprawled out his hand on your thighs.

“You, principessa” he said with this dark chuckle, as you felt felt a pair of wet lips nudge against your left lobe, with the warmth of a pink tongue tracing its contours… Making you lose all the control you had, “you belong to me.”

Santino has turned your head and was literally leaving a trail of wet saliva on your cheek as he hungrily devoured your lips, smearing that deep red lipstick all over your mouth as he turned your head towards his. You felt your cunt clench when he managed to unbutton your lavender blazer and insert a hand inside of it, revealing that you had no bra underneath as he freely tweaked a nipple that was growing hard against the hard fabric of your light violet blouse with his thumb and index finger.

Moaning inside his mouth, you managed to free your torso from his other hand affixed to your shoulder as you violently tugged at that navy blue tie. Pulling at the necktie, you managed to tighten it and almost choke him, as he violently yanked his head away from yours, separating his lips from your red-smeared mouth.

“Show me who the boss is, Santino” you growled at him as he flashed that mobster type evil grin at you…

Only for him to snake his free hand up your hair to tug at your perfectly made bun, destroying your hairstyle as he tangled his fingers around your locks… Managing to pull your head back he hovered his lips dangerously over yours, his mouth ghosting over your lips as he spoke, the tips brushing seductively as he sent vibrations down your body.

“I’ll show you who’s the boss” he said in that deep baritone Italian accent that shook you to the core.

He suddenly flipped you around and shoved you on the mahogany table, pressing your stomach flat on the surface. You hear the unbuckling of a belt as you heard your heart thumping in your ears as he violently kicked your shoes apart – wedging those expensive Loubotins from each other as he pressed that throbbing erection at your now exposed black-satin panties that came into contact with his slender fingers as he began to massage the spot where your clit should be issuing this long haunting moan from you as you closed your eyes.

“And all this time you claimed you were disgusted of me” he growled as you grit your teeth upon his mischievous digits slowly tracing the wetness of your slit, only to halfway part your panties aside - allowing him to brush the pad of his fingers on your moist cunt, “It seems like you love me doing disgusting things to you… no?”

You gritted your teeth as you felt his other hand push you flatter on the desk, as you felt his weight rest over you, “Just fuck me, darling” you gasped.

You felt your entire body shudder as he roughly nudged the head of his cock against your folds with his two fingers parting the entrance of your cunt, allowing him to slowly enter you as you found yourself struggling violently against him. But the more you thrashed your ass against his hand, the more you gritted your teeth and dug your nails, almost making marks in the expensive desk, the more he slowly eased himself into you, the wetter and aroused you become, squabbling under him as he eased his nerves and focused on fucking you.

As his every move and every inch pushed into you heightened your senses, and reminded you forcefully of the girth that he has and how much his length managed to stretched your aching pussy.

And mind you, Santino is very endowed than most men. And you knew this personally.

“C-cazzo” he hissed as he fought your retaliations, the way you tried to pull him out with jerking your hips, only for his strong hands to push you back down and his nails to dig into your hips as he slowly entered you with your slickness against his making this wet sound every time you moved against him, “Baby you’re so tight…”

You could only answer with a moan when he finally sheathed his entire length within you, causing you to heighten the loudness of your moan the moment the head of his cock hit your entrance.

And then stillness.

The only sound you can hear was the pace of your breathing and the way he panted in rhyme with the beating of his heart and that was when you began to feel his cock throbbing against your walls…

“Ohhhh!”

You began to struggle against him as he held you still by the hips, weighing down your thrashing as he rutted inside of you, the hardness of his cock causing your walls to clench around it again, eliciting this breathless moan that escaped both of your lungs as you both began to lose control…

“Fuck!” Santino growled as he began to pull out in a swift mode, only to slam back forcefully into you, causing you to wince and grit your teeth with every quick movement that involved his naked thighs slamming against your ass, causing your cheeks to bounce against his skin.

“C-cazzo” His voice suddenly sounded so melodious, strained by his anticipation, and fogged up by sex, “You… feel… so… fucking… good, principessa…” he iterated against your moans with each word accentuated by his thrusts, as he pushed his hips repeatedly against your ass, thrusting that bulging cock inside your swollen folds repeatedly as if there was no tomorrow.

In fact, if any of those newly-gained contacts that were still roaming the halls of the mansion dared to peek between the almost-closed doors of the living room, the sight they would see would be two pairs of feet pressed against the edge of a table with both hips attached to another, grinding against each other, with a hand snaked around a waist… with the string of underwear pulled down and wrapped around a slender thigh whose expensive pencil cut skirt was bunched up the waist.

And that would be enough of reason for Santino to shoot them causing another war between most of the mob families in the country.

Not to mention the mahogany room table that was beginning to shake in unison with your movements.

And with this thought, you began to shudder.

It didn’t help how your panties weren’t fully parted, with a bit of fabric snug against your folds, with your clitoral hood covered by the laced edge, biting through the skin and heightening your sexual sensations with every movement of Santino’s hips…

And to fan the flame he noticed this specific detail, as he deviously wet his finger and slowly lowered it in between your legs rubbing your clit furiously, with the textured fabric brushing hard against your bundle of nerves.

“FUCK!” You cry out as you felt your inner thighs quiver, “S-Santi… I’m gonna come!”

It wasn’t long till Santino let out this guttural groan as you closed your eyes and opened your mouth - a soundless cry escaping your lips as your juices squirted from your cunt, drenching your black underwear and staining the man’s fingers pressed against your clit.

Overcome by this sensation of your cunt clenching and tightening around his throbbing cock Santino gave one sharp shove that completely pressed your bare thighs against the edge of the desk, the wood almost biting into your smooth skin as he released himself inside of you his juices mixing with your own arousal as he filled you up to the brim with his climax.

You both were stuck in that position for a while your husband’s body draped against yours, as your helpless twitching legs was covered by his own, his cock still throbbing within you, as you milked him of his juices, robbing him of a climax he’d been dreaming of ever since he watched you walked into the meeting.

Santino was the first to retract himself from you, the sensation of him pulling that half-erect cock from your swollen folds almost giving you another orgasm as he found the power to sit down on an ignored chair as he cleaned himself up.

You then found whatever was left of the strength in your legs to move away from the table and walk over to him, as he gestured for you to come over and sit in his lap.

“I’ll stain your pants…” you mumbled out, but he just smiled and scooped you into his embrace and you sat down in his lap, pressing your body closer to his, resting your face in the crook of his neck.

“I don’t care… I love you, principessa” his hand gently caressed your cheek.

“I love you too, Santino.”

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fics-not-tragedies · 4 years

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Forgive my jealousy

Yes, hello, it’s me again, making you fall in love with one Italian asshole. Here’s a request made by @silverlambcaptain.

SUMMARY: You’re at the beginning of dating Santino and as he is late for one evening you planned to spent together, you catch the eye of some other Italian, which leads to Santino causing a scene. Words: 2982; Warnings: angst, like a pinch of a fight, one used gun and some smut;

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The floodlights hit you, flew past you through the thick air of the club, the bass of the speakers so heavy it thudded in your chest, controlling your heartbeat and you ran your fingers through your hair, brushing the sweaty strands back from your face as you danced, throwing one arm up into the air and stopping, moving slowly, almost in slow motion with everyone as the build up to the drop came creeping on, tensing the whole crowd, slowing the dancing until the beat dropped and the adrenaline took over, your body moving naturally to the music.

Santino was late already, probably stopped by another serious business, and you couldn’t help yourself but dance once again, as you told yourself that you’d leave the dancefloor after one more song, the lights would turn on soon anyway and you were just simply annoyed with him being late once again.

After the song ended you suddenly are two shots and one drink in, working on your second, when some drunk Italian guy stumbles over. He’s looking decent enough, dressed sharply in a beige suit and you’re already buzzed enough to talk to a stranger. His face doesn’t seem like belonging to one of those men Santino showed you, saying that you should avoid them at any cost, although you’re not really sure because your memory is already barely processing tonight.

He introduced himself, but you can’t hear what he’s said, so you just smiled and let him settle in on the seat close to you. You take another sip from your drink and scan the crowd, hoping you’ll spot Santino somewhere.

“Pupa, you are very sexy” the guy leans closer to you, trying to flirt awfully.

“Uh, thanks” you flash him a wry smile, but he doesn’t seem to sense your lack of interest. When he moves with his chair even further towards you and his lips come crashing down on your exposed neck kissing onto it, you quickly pull away, “I don’t think it’s a good idea” you tell him, taking another sip from your drink, the liquor burning your throat.

“Anche per me è così” a very familiar hand grasped your arm and when you tilted your head to the side, you felt slightly dizzy from the booze, but you didn’t failed to notice Santino and the grin that formed on his lips that were pressed together. His both eyebrows were raised in question, like he waited for the man to form a decent answer. He squeezed your arm tighter and you squirmed in the tall chair.

Santino moved closer to him and somehow you became terrified that this situation will result in serious fight or even worse - in a shootout. When his hand left your body you shivered and you quickly finished your drink, with the intention of disappearing out of the place before something could happen, but he sent you a quick glance over the shoulder that meant you’re not going anywhere.

“Un altro drink per la signora” he breathed out, tipping his head into the direction of the staff.

When his fingers slid down the lapels of the man’s jacket you looked at Santino, your face full of confusion as you took another swig from the drink placed in front of you by the frightened bartender.

“Who do you think you are” Santino rasped, tapping his fingers on the collar of the man’s shirt, “coming to MY club in that cheap shit?” You couldn’t help but cackle a little, hearing the words that just left his mouth, but when he shifts to have a quick look at you you’re quickly silenced by the intensity of his stare. “And you think you can have my woman, huh? MY WOMAN? Doveva essere stupida per innamorarsi di te, you fucking asshole!” He gripped the lapels of the man’s cheap suit and pulled him out of the chair, almost throwing him onto the floor, “Get lost and don’t you ever come back here again!”

Santino didn’t had to say that twice because the terrified man simply stood from the floor level and quickly disappeared behind the corner. You could see how pissed of he was, when his hand snatched the glass from yours and quickly downed the contents of it.

Then you were pulled from your sit and with a tight grip of his hand wrapped around your wrist dragged into more secluded area that looked like one of the VIP rooms. His arm comes around your waist, which he grips tightly and you eye it painfully and he gives you eyes that say ‘sit down’. You swallow hard and slowly sit back down onto the leather sofa as he walks forward and squats in front of you. Santino reaches out and touches your neck, “He fucking kissed you” he states with displeasure. You nod and look down to avoid his eyes.

“I’m sorry I didn’t wait for you, I was mad at you for being late again” You say softly as he tilts his head gently and look over his shoulder just to see few bits of the figures of his henchmen that are guarding the entrance.

“I’m sorry, bella… the work got into the way.”

“Again…” you breath out as his eyes trails off your figure for a moment, then snap back to you immediately. There’s an intensity in them that you aren’t familiar with, but it gets you a little hot and bothered and you shift in your seat slightly. Santino catches your little movements and rises to his feet, still staring down at you.

He pushes his fingers into your hair, trailing his hand down your neck and shoulder. His fingers slip lower until they dip into the deeply cut neckline of the satin dress you’re wearing and cup your breast. He gives it a firm squeeze, still staring down at you, “Perhaps you need to feel another pair of lips on your body…” he breath out and you just give him a faint nod as a response, “But do you deserve it?”

There’s a rumble right behind you and the thing that seemed like a black wall turns out to be just a thick curtain when a man’s figure storms inside, his hand reached out in your direction. Santino quickly slid his hand under the jacket, gripping his gun and the threat fell onto the floor with a bullet in his head.

After the man is lying dead on the floor he moves closer to you. The gun is still in his hand and he points it away, aiming it behind you before he fires all of the bullets into the lifeless body. You flinch a little and he tries to ease you, his free hand coming down on your bare thigh.

“Devo fare tutto da sola?” he turned around and screamed at his men that ran into the room. Their gazes flickered between you two and the body, and one of them finally decided to say something.

“We didn’t saw him.”

“Because he got through the back, you moron! Get his corpse out of here, quanto prima!” he waved the empty gun in their direction and they flinched forward, slowly carrying the corpse out of the room, “Coglioni…”

When the gun begins to click blankly, he lowers it back to his side- the tip smoking lightly. Well, he's not going to kill you. That's when he lifts it again, turning it on it's side lamely, and leisurely holds it in front of your mouth.

The tips of his fingers are back on your breast, working deep circles into your nipple, occasionally trapping and pinching it between the gap of his middle and ring finger and pulling up, a soft moan falling from your lips. He put the gun aside onto the sofa close to you, like somehow it would come as handy later.

Santino removes the hand from your shirt and quickly removes his jacket, the muscles of his arms rippling under the fabric of his shirt. You wonder if you should start taking your clothes off too, but you're too unsure to do it.

He works on his tie next, tugging it off his collar expertly before he grabs your hands and begins to wind the fabric around them. He makes quick work and your wrists already start to ache at how tight he wound the tie around them. Then he reaches in the back of his belt and pulls out a small knife that makes your heart race quickly.

“Santi…?” You question, getting nervous as he walks forward. He just gives you warning eyes and grabs your silky dress, pushing the knife through the fabric like butter and opening it up directly down the middle. The air is cold against you chest and your nipples harden instantly. You’re somewhat embarrassed, even though you’ve already had sex before. He takes the rest of your dress off and you’re left naked in front of him with your hands bound. All that you’ve oni is the pair of your lacy panties and you feel extremely naked next to him. He’s still in his vest, pearl white shirt, dress pants, and dress shoes after all.

You sink deeper into the leather seat and he gets closer again, eyeing you, “You know what to do, bella” he tells you, meeting your eyes again, “Come on” Santino urges, tapping your knees.

You swallow hard and slowly spread your legs, your arms tied behind you and your naked body on full display. The knife is still in his hand and he bends down so his face is right between your legs, staring at the probably soaking wet fabric of your panties. He glances back up at you, then flicks the sharp knife under the underwear and with a swift flick of his wrist, the fabric tears easily and goes loose.

He drops the knife to the floor and sets the gun to the side, reaching out with both hands to tug down the ruined fabric. You bite your lip and look up at the ceiling as Santino pulls the fabric out from under you and tosses it to the side. His rough hands slide up your legs, glide in between your soft thighs, then stop just an inch short of where you really want him to touch you.

His right thumb is the first thing to make contact, sliding between your wet folds and moving to your clit. You let out a shutter of a breath and close your eyes as he starts to rub deep circles into you, “Are you going to be a good girl, bella?” Santino asks you lowly.

“Y-yes…” you say quickly, starting to pant a little as he keeps an even, circular pace on your clit.

Santino’s mouth is suddenly on your clit instead of his thumb, sucking it in between his teeth then giving it a thick lick upwards with his tongue and his two fingers are slid deep inside you. You quiver below him and moan his name, dragging it out in a high pitched tone.

“F-fuck, that! Do that again Santi, please!” You cry, wrenching your eyes closed. Santino does whatever the fuck he’s just done and you bring your legs up, slapping your knees together as his tongue works devilishly on your clit, flicking and nipping it. There’s a warmth spreading through your lower abdomen and you know you're about to reach your orgasm, “F-fuck… Santi…” you trail through pants, not even sure yourself if you just said anything coherent.

“That’s what I’m doing now, amore, fucking you with my tongue” he mumbled against your clit, his hot breath tickling you a little.

Santino continues to work his fingers into you, his fingertips hitting that soft spot again and again. When his fingers hit the spot once more, it’s more than enough to send you over the edge. Your back arches from the sofa and your mouth goes wide as you cry out his name, your walls fluttering around his fingers.

He pulls his mouth away from you, carefully moving his fingers from you, before putting them into his own mouth, sucking off all of your juices you’ve left on them.

You watch with lazy eyes as he unbuttons his dress pants and pushes them down along with his briefs, kicking off his shoes and socks with the piled up fabric around his ankles. Santino is throbbing hard and he gives himself a few quick strokes before approaching you once more, “Stand up for me, bella” you weakly do as he says and he grabs your wrists, undoing the tie.

You wince a little as you get freedom, but it’s short lived as he drags you to the stripper stage and bends you over it roughly. You’re not complaining at all, you love when he’s being rough with you. He takes your wrists again and has you hold the pole while he ties the tie around your wrists and the pole, making sure you won’t be able to slide them from the knot.

You’re bent over, completely exposed to him and you watch as he walks around you until he’s right behind you. His fingers give a short rub over your clit, making you flinch and whine due to over-stimulation. He slaps your clit softly, making you jolt away from the action. Santino’s hands roam over your ass for a second before his palm smacks your right cheek roughly. You moan loudly and flinch from his reach.

He does it two more times, then grabs his length and presses the tip of it against your entrance. Your breathing is still ragged and you look around anxiously, wondering when he’s going to put it in. Finally, the first inch sinks into you and your eyes practically roll into the back of your head, “Oh fuck, Santino” you moan lowly.

“Fuck indeed, bella” he pushes all of himself inside of you, gripping your hips to hold you in place as he does so. When all of his length is inside of you, you vaguely notice the familiar ache that usually comes when he hits deep. His right hand finds your hair and his fingers wind into it, pulling it back so you’re bent at an unpleasant angle.

Your hands grip the pole as he pulls himself out of you to the tip, then slams back inside. You whimper at the thrust, but his pace is relentless and he gives you no time to adjust to the speed.

He’s shoving himself inside of you with all he’s got and you’re already seeing stars three strokes in. Incoherent sounds are falling from your lips and you drop your head between your shoulders as his name and other vague words leave your mouth.

Santino’s fingers are digging into your skin and he lets go of your hair to slap your right ass cheek again, “Are you going to be a good girl, bella?” He begins to question through a strained voice.

“Y-yes, baby, yes!” You cry, pushing yourself against him shamelessly.

“Do you like how I’m fucking you now?” He continues, nailing your insides.

He cock grazes the same spot his fingers did and you cry weakly at the stimulation, “Yes!” You manage to get out. Dear lord, he’s pumping into you so hard your legs are going numb. All you can think of is the wonderful stretch his cock is giving you and the pleasure coursing through your veins.

“Yes, please!” You beg. Santino slaps your ass again and leans forward, managing to untie the tie and pull your back flush against his chest. He’s out of you within seconds and you moan in disappointment until he spins you around and sets you down on the stage facing him.

His hands hold the undersides of your thighs and you lock your arms around his neck, pressing your forehead against his as he lines himself up with you once more then pushes inside. He swallows your moans with his mouth, roughly shoving his lips against yours. His lips are soft and warm, but also controlling as he thrusts his tongue into your mouth and begins to move it against yours.

Everything feels so good and that burn in your stomach is building again. You didn’t know if you could cum again, but now you’re definitely sure. His cock continues to pound into you, every once in a while grazing the softest bundle of nerves.

Santino moves his lips to your neck and sucks the soft flesh between his teeth here and there, leaving chaste kisses afterwards. You’re sucking in air between your teeth, moaning his name, and whining when he gives a particularly hard thrust.

“Santi... I'm so fucking close” you warn in his ear, your eyes closing again as you can feel the second orgasm blooming. He begins to thrust harder, giving long and deep strokes as he groans into your ear. You grip his back and dig your nails into it, as his fingers bruise the undersides of your thighs.

You cry his name loudly and press yourself closer to his chest, as he buries himself deep and stills inside of you. Your climax is hot and pulsating, sending ripples of pleasure through your veins as wetness begins to glide down your inner thighs.

His cock throbs inside of you and you giggle a little at the feeling before he slowly slides out. Santino hand grips the back of your neck and he pulls you in for a kiss - still rough, but filled with passion. When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours.

When you pull away, he’s staring at you with those soft blue eyes, “I just realized I have nothing to wear on our way home.”

“Give me ten minutes principessa and I’ll get you the finest dress you can even imagine” he said with a gentle kiss to your forehead.

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fics-not-tragedies · 4 years

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First impressions

This is fic based on this request, and I only hope this is worthy!

SUMMARY: You’re meeting Santino’s parents for the first time at a dinner where you’re supposed to make a huge announcement, but instead on focusing on you the D’Antonios scold Santino for being too reckless. Words: 1732; Warnings: none;

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The moment you set your second heel down on the pavement, Santino was by your side, linking his arm with yours and giving a nod to the two security guards in front of a restaurant you only briefly heard about, and you gathered the fake fur across your chest and your bare shoulders, knowing that even though you looked and felt better because of your choice of clothing, you could have chosen something just as sexy that would have been more appropriate.

Although you couldn’t help the satisfied smile that spread across your lips when a few heads turned as you entered, as interested in you as they were in the man whose arm yours was now attached to, and you hummed when he drew you closer to his side, the gesture enough to fuel your confidence and strengthen your intentions.

“Bella”

You prepared yourself for an order, instructions to act a certain way, you’d gotten used to it by now, it was always the way whenever entering a room, hushed demands to follow before reaching the table. But not with Santino.

“You look fucking incredible, il mio amore.”

You bit down harshly on your lip, your whole body shuddering and you squeezed his arm, there was no time to respond, let alone sink down on your knees and worship that incredible man the way he deserved, but you certainly wasn’t going to forget the look in his eyes, forced yourself to focus as they came to a stop.

“Figlio.”

“Padre.”

Neither his father stood as Santino pulled a chair back for you, nor did he even acknowledge your at first and you held your breath, sitting down hesitantly, then turned your head as he walked around to greet his mother, leaned down to kiss your cheek and she rubbed his back gently, “Mamma.”

“Ciao, cucciolotto” his mother smiled, shifting in her seat and waiting for her son to sit down before her eyes finally made it to you who was glad for the distraction, the intensity of the older man’s stare an instant intimidation you hadn’t expected, and while you’d always respected his name, was well-aware of where he had taken his family name, you had never been this overwhelmed, reputation and face combined sending shivers down your spine, “Ah, so this is your bella, sì?”

You nodded slowly, taking a deep breath before you drew your coat from your arms and hung it over the back of the chair, soothed only by the way Santino’s hand came down on your knee, a gentle squeeze following, “Sì” you said, swallowing as you could feel two unfamiliar pairs of eyes on you, relieved when Santino cut in.

“I thought it was a family dinner” he said.

His father’s face remained unchanged and his eyes searched behind them, then snapped at the waiter, holding up two fingers before he lowered his hand and looked back at his son, “You are aware that Gianna is running the business now?”

You felt oddly out of place, despite the ease of which you was able to win anybody over, you was well-aware that this was not the moment to make use of that skill, instead you focused on Santino, the way he swallowed, visibly distressed.

“I am aware” he said slowly, licking his lips.

“And are you aware that this means I am still watching your every move, figlio?”

Santino pursed his lips, “If this is about what happened last-…”

“It is, you already risked so much and now you’re doing exactly what in the first place?”

The way his father tensed had him leaning back slowly, his body tensing with a matchable anger and sense of frustration, he had nothing to say for himself, no way to justify himself, “Nothing” he said quietly.

“Oh, grazie a Dio” the older man muttered, but there was a mocking tone behind his voice that you recognized only too well, “I thought you’d lost all sense because of this girl.”

Santino’s jaw tensed, his lips pressed together for a moment to compose himself before he was able to give a collected response, “It was actually your idea.”

“It’s also because of her that you risked so much in the first place, bello” his mother said, her voice much softer, but her words only made it harder for you to stay quiet, yet you’d vowed to behave, to go along with whatever Santino wanted to do, though admittedly, it was getting increasingly harder, “And now you’ve moved her into your place…” she continued.

Santino bit his lip, glaring back at his father, “And you think I don't know that?” He snapped. His fingers were shaking, he’d been meaning to keep you from being a part of a conversation like this, afraid all along that it would only drive you away and yet there you was, sat by his side and allowing them to talk about you as if you wasn’t even there, your fingers cupping his on your knee, and he was only momentarily distracted as the waiter placed a glass of martini in front of them each and he took it thankfully, his fingers closing around the cold glass and he down it all in one, licking his lips, “Scusa.”

His father gave a respectful nod before his face turned cold again. “This is not just about her though, Santino” he stated, his eyes dark as he looked at his son, “I thought I could trust you to take over the business soon, but now I’m not so sure. You’ve made decisions that I could not predict, you are losing focus, you are falling deeper and deeper into this family feud, you're getting distracted…”

“Padre” Santino interrupted, shaking his head, eager to explain himself now that he had something to say for himself, “I just refuse to be disrespected” His jaw was shaking and he swallowed hard, a shaky breath escaping his lips as you squeezed his hand. He was desperate for more, knew that you would be able to soothe him with a few simple touches, and he was struggling to compose himself.

“Santino, you’ve disappointed me.”

His mother sat straight, looking at her husband, “Salvatore.”

You were biting your tongue, had forced your hand that was interlocked with Santino’s to stay still, but your other hand was shaking, you was struggling hard to keep still and when you saw the look on Santino’s face, you couldn’t contain yourself anymore, “Stai zitto!”

It was like a moment of slow motion in which all three pairs of eyes fixated solely on you, more so than throughout the entire conversation, and you were trembling, a fear rushing through you, that you could not remember feeling last. You were going to regret this, but there was no going back now, and you used the moment of utter shock on the older man’s face in front of you to continue, “He has done nothing to deserve that” you snapped.

“Scusi?”

You bit your lip, “Santino has been working more and harder than I’ve ever seen anyone work, without exception. He upholds his name and lives up to it, furthering the business and all the while trying to establish a maintaining superiority over another business that makes all of this a whole lot harder. He shuts down any disrespect towards your family name, and this is what he gets?” Your lip was quivering, you couldn’t hold yourself back, not even the touch of Santino’s hand on your thigh, nor the warning gaze his mother gave you could stop you now, “People on the street are afraid of you for the wrong reason, clearly.”

Santino breathed shakily, not daring to take his eyes off you, staring in awe, and he was as worried about his father as he was fascinated by the beauty beside him. He didn’t have it in himself to apologize for you, because why would he, why would he apologize for something he had never dreamt of having but now realized he couldn’t live without?

To Santino’s surprise as well as yours, his mother spoke first, leaning forward and extending her hand to you and you took it rather hesitantly, your heart jolting as you felt the warm squeeze, “I just want to say…” she glanced to her husband who she could tell was conflicted, fuming even, yet trying to stay calm and she shook her head, “No, Salvatore, she’s right” she said decisively before looking back at you, “Gioia.”

Your eyes were wide as you looked back at the woman in front of you, was almost holding your breath again, your fear merging slowly into curiosity, you were truly lost for words now, managed merely incoherence. “I-I … scusa, I just…”

“No, there is nothing to apologize for, bambina, not when you are speaking up for my Santino like this.”

A shaky breath escaped from your throat and you could only feel Santino’s hand resting on your thigh, refusing to look away from his mother now, you were taken aback, could hardly comprehend what was happening as the woman nodded towards your drink and she lifted it at the same time as you did yours, giving a hesitant nod when you cheered with yours and downed it all the same as Santino, quick and rushed to ease your nerves.

“Allora” she nodded. “I think we’re done here.”

Santino rose to his feet, needed no telling twice and you missed his touch for just a second, watching him walk around to kiss his mother’s cheek before he placed the fur coat over your shoulders, his hand found the small of your back and he nodded to his father, the heat of his hand searing through your dress as he led you away.

“Santino” you whispered, pressing yourself to his side, your fingers shaking as you clung to his arm. “I’m so sorry.”

He lifted his eyes, the softness of blue and everything he’d ever admitted to you in his eyes threatening to bring you to your knees. “Don't you dare, bella” he said, reaching to brush your hair back gently from your face, “They like you.”

“We forgot to tell them about our engagement…”

“We’ll do it next time, principessa. Let me get you somewhere nice right now, you deserve it” Santino pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his arm wound around your waist pressing you closer to his side.

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Is this what you wanted?

This fic is based on a request I got ages ago, that was submitted by @kollover24and I hope this is what you had on your mind love!

SUMMARY: Santino sees how you sign to Ares that you’ve never had an orgasm and he tells you that he can easily resolve that issue. Words: 1725; Warnings: smut;

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Santino D’Antonio was the kind of man who had to be good at everything. He was the kind of man who had to be better than every other person in the room. You were lucky to be one of the people he worked with on a daily basis. Of course it took ages for you two to gain each other’s trust, but when it finally happened you two formed an unusual type of friendship that lasted.

Now you, along with his other associates, were having drinks at one of the bars he owned. He disappeared for a moment with the rest of his henchmen, while you and Ares were left in the booth patiently waiting for his return.

“Quite a wild night, eh?” Ares signed to you sliding another glass full of whisky across the table in your direction.

“I wouldn’t exactly call it that…” you signed back and accepted the drink lifting it up in the air and Ares clinged her glass with yours smiling widely.

“How’s your new guy?” She wiggled her eyebrows with the movements of her hands.

“My new guy?” You asked her, taking a long sip of the whisky, “Just like every previous one.”

“So… it’s not working this time too?” Ares scratched her forehead, “Have you tried that vibrator I recommended you?”

“I did…” you signed with a shrug and fiddled with the tumbler in your hands.

“And…?”

“And I still haven’t had an orgasm…”

“Is that true, bella?” You saw Santino emerge from behind where Ares was seated and you blushed furiously.

You wanted to sink into the ground knowing they were now looking at your flushed cheeks.

“Well… em… I-I…”

If you didn’t want the ground to open up and swallow you before, you definitely did now – your cheeks heated up again and you couldn’t bring yourself to meet eyes with neither of them.

“It’s late, we can deal with what’s left here alone. Go home, Ares” Santino signed to her and she mouthed a silent ‘sorry’ when she was walking away.

“Sorry… Do you want me to leave too?”

“No, please stay with me, bella…” he explained, while pouring himself another glass of whisky then sat close to you, your thighs pressed together, “Tell me… what you signed to Ares… was that true?”

“No… I mean… yes…” You sighed, getting frustrated.

“Oh” he breathed, eyebrows raised in shock.

“Don’t just say 'oh’, Santino. Oh, for fuck’s sake… I’m the one embarrassed here” you sighed, putting your face in your hands.

“But… haven’t you’ve done yourself? Using your hands, /bella? I bet you’ve done it” he tried to reassure you, his fingertips dancing on your naked arm.

The room was deadly silent.

“Wait… You mean that you’ve never, at all, had an orgasm? Not even one, bella?” Santino was shocked, this wasn’t a thing he was told about quite often.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, yes” you groaned, finally looking up at him with your red face.

“Why not?” He said, incredulously.

“Because there’s something not working properly in me apparently… It’s not like I haven’t tried!” You cried. That’s when you saw something change in his face, that wild sparkle visible in his eyes.

“I could try myself if you let me… I’ve never failed at satisfying my lover before, bella” he said, confidently.

“What makes you think you could do it?” You snorted, his arrogance was almost funny.

“I’m telling you I could. Potrei farlo con le dita, potrei farlo con la lingua e potrei farlo sicuramente con il mio cazzo!” You were used to hearing Santino say vulgar things, but you couldn’t help but get a little bit aroused at the thought of finally being able to understand what an orgasm feels like.

“Santino, just forget about it…” You took a sip from your glass, but he took it out of your hand and placed it back onto the table.

“It’ll happen tonight if you let me, bella” he challenged. Fuck, it was getting harder and harder to resist him.

“We can’t do it… not here… also… fuck you’re my friend after all” you sighed.

“Your friend, who is quite willing how good a woman can feel” he countered.

“For fuck’s sake, fine. Show me just how quickly Santino D’Antonio can make a woman cum with his Italian fingers.”

“Challenge accepted” he smirked.

Then you found yourself laying on your back, spread out across the table in the snug of his private booth, with your dress hitched up above your waist and your underwear thrown somewhere on the floor. Santino had lifted your legs up towards your shoulders and pinned them there with one hand, while his other hand worked on the task he had assigned to himself.

“Does that feel good, bella?” He asked stroking along your folds before dipping two fingers in and out of you at a reasonably slow pace.

“I don’t know, feels okay I guess…” you said, it didn’t feel much different to any of your other sexual encounters.

“What about now?” He asked, curling his fingers slightly more so they were dragging against you on the inside. Oh, well that was a little different.

“Yeah, a little better…” you sighed, it was getting better – still not enough to have you seeing stars.

Santino continued curling his fingers into you, ensuring he brushed against that spot inside you each time. It wasn’t until he brought his thumb up to press against your clit that you gasped in surprise, getting a little bit wetter around his fingers, “Hmmm, so you liked that then?”

“Yeah… it… it feels good” you sighed, “But I still don’t think it’s working how it should be, Santino.”

“Give it time, bella” he said softly.

After a couple more minutes, it felt good enough that you were moaning softly while he pressed his fingers into you before dragging them out at an excruciatingly slow but rough pace. This was definitely the most sexual gratification you had ever gotten… but you just didn’t know if you would reach your peak like this, feeling like you still needed more.

“Santino, this feels so good and I’m thinking maybe if you could…” you trailed off, annoyed at having to swallow your pride and ask your best friend to fuck you good and hard.

“Ask me…” he smirked, “Ask me properly, bella.”

“Santino, I think I could probably do it if you fucked me” you whined, moaning as his thumb circled against your clit just right.

“You really want that?” He asked, “Well, conveniently my cock is rock fucking hard for you, bella.”

And well… that did something to you, knowing that Santino D’Antonio himself was aroused by you. You groaned, grinding down against his hand, getting impatient.

“Cazzo” Santino moaned, watching you become even more desperate for an orgasm, “Yes, bella, I’ll fuck you.”

He let go of your leg, slipped his fingers out of you and made quick work of his suit pants, pulling them down just enough to free his aching erection. You whined at the loss of contact, but it was only seconds before he was pressing his hot member against your entrance and you were wrapping your legs around his waist to hold him close.

“Oh f-fuck” you moaned, as he traced around your clit with the tip. It was like suddenly the room was filled with electricity, you were shaking with pleasure every time he slid his erection up and down your folds in an effort to tease you. It was right then, that you knew he would be the one to make you come eventually, “Stop teasing Santi, show me what you can do.”

His eyes darkened at your words and he slowly pushed into you, until he was filling you completely. He thrust in a few times before changing up the angle slightly, so every time he pushed into you he’d hit just the right spot – making you squirm around on the table and moan loudly.

“Tell me when you’re going to come, bella” he whispered against your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses into your skin.

He brought a hand in between your bodies so he could rub your clit to the same rhythm that he was drilling his hips into you. You were beginning to feel like something was building inside of you, like you were finally going to get some relief.

“Santi, oh fuck… keep going… don’t stop…” You begged, “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

“I’m not going to fucking stop until your coming around my cock, /bella” he whispered into your ear, pulling out all the stops to try to get you there.

Tt felt so fucking good. Santino fucking into you roughly, rubbing you in all the right ways and whispering dirty words into your ear. Maybe this is what you had needed all along, some arrogant twat with a reputation for overachieving to make your orgasm his mission. You would never admit it but you had never been more grateful for his existence.

“Santino, I think… oh yes, Santi… I think I’m gonna…” you squeezed your eyes shut, mouth falling open in pleasure. You had no idea if words were even coming out of your mouth; all you knew was that this was the best feeling in the world.

“Go on. Come for me /bella” he whispered, on a particularly hard thrust and that was it. Your muscles contracted and your clit throbbed as finally, pleasure exploded inside of you. You felt yourself getting wetter as the world around you went white and stars exploded, dancing behind your closed eyelids.

“Oh cazzo bella… cazzo” you heard Santino moaning, when you were finally able to make sense of what was happening around you. He pulled out slowly, cock still extremely hard but clearly a little dazed at what had just happened.

“Santino, that was… the best. The best ever” you groaned, pushing your hair out of your sweaty face, “I’m sorry, do you want to finish?”

“I just need a moment” he whispered.

You reached down to guide his erection back into you, even though you were still shivering through aftershocks, “Do you want to come or do you want to reflect on what you just did to me?” You giggled.

“I can definitely do both, bella” he moaned, setting himself a new rhythm.

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Suit it up

This fic is based on this request I got ages ago, and yes obviously it is what it is folks 🤷‍♀️

SUMMARY: You’re Santino’s tailor and one day he visits your store right before the closing time. Words: 1933; Warnings: smut;

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Your small shop is cluttered and has the well-worn look of a place that's been in business a long time. There is a small rack of suits awaiting alterations against one wall, framed photographs of satisfied customers arranged randomly along another, and a large three-way mirror in the back corner of the room.

The slow summer day was slowly coming to its deserved end. You already managed to clean out your desk, hiding all of the patterns and tools that were needed through the day. Various fabrics were still unrolled and placed on one of the large tables in the back of your shop.

When you emerge from behind a curtained doorway in the rear wall with the intention to lock the door and move upstairs to your small flat, the set of keys jingling in your hand, you barely make it to the curtain that shields them from the insides of the store when the worn out bell hung above the entrance rings with whatever is left of its life and you froze upon seeing who entered the place.

“Santino…” you breathed out, dropping your keys.

“Buona sera, bella” he was charming as always and quickly got closer to you and picked up your key from the floor.

“Grazie…” you said, throwing them onto your desk, “What can I do for you today?”

“A need a new suit, bella” Santino gently grabbed your hand and pressed a little kiss to the top of it. You greeted him with a little bow and slid your palm out of his warm embrace.

“Good. I recently ordered new fabrics and I have few of them to show you.”

As you disappeared in the back to grab the pieces of the new fabrics you recently got that you wanted to show him, he just strolled around the shop studying the framed photos on the walls. Everyone looks happy and smartly dressed.

“Don’t worry, you’re not on the wall” you said calmly fixing your hair behind your ear while you clutched the patches of fabrics in the other one.

“So where’s the picture we took together, bella?” He asked raising his perfect eyebrow at you. With a roll of your eyes you let out a small laugh and walked closer to him.

“It’s in my flat, upstairs. Safe and sound.”

You handed him the pieces of fabric, “I got plenty of them, but I think that those three will suit your style the most: cashmere, silk or velvet” you watched as his hand gently slid across the three scraps, feeling them under his palm, before he pinched every single one of them between his fingers, “So what do you think, Mister D’Antonio?” His eyes moved from your hands gripping the fabrics to your face and when your gazes met a shiver ran down your spine.

“I told you, bella, please call me Santino. We don’t have to be THAT official” he spoke in his dulcet tone and you smiled, looking down at your feet to avoid the embarrassment that was making your face red.

“Sì, I’m so sorry Santino, I keep forgetting…” you rub your temple and step away from him. He notices how red your face is and lean forward to gently touch your cheek, feeling the warmth of your skin under his palm and smile at you.

“It’s okay, bella…” now he cups your face in his both hands and you just gasp, feeling his body close to yourself.

“Which fabric then, Santino?” You wiggled the scraps in front of his face and he lets go of you with a loud chuckle.

“Velluto. Nero.”

“Great… does your measurements changed anyhow?” You put the fabrics away and moved to the racks with suits wrapped neatly in black covers with the name of your shop.

“No, they didn’t.”

“And the occasion, Santino? Formal or informal? Day or evening?” You asked him you fingers skipping over the tags with the names of customers that were attached to every cover.

“Formal. Evening.”

“Excellent” you found the tag with his name on it and gently removed the suit from the rack, “Because it’s already done” handing him the suit you opened the door to the changing room, “Try it on and tell me if anything has to be altered.”

“Bella, you’re unbelievable…” Santino gasped, but took the hanger out of your hands nonetheless.

He disappeared in the changing room and you closed the door behind him, “Everything is as you like it: the soft lining, the inside pockets, the special pocket for your gun, the lapels, the pocket square…”

“What do you think?” You ask him when he emerged from the changing room.

“It’s perfect” Santino answered. There’s an odd tone to his voice and you turn away from the mirror to face him. His gaze roam your body freely and you grow warm under his scrutiny.

He’s quite a feast for the eyes himself. His new black suit drapes smoothly around his tall frame. You meet his eyes and feel something electric in the look that passes between you two.

You order him to remove the jacket and turn around so that his back is to the mirror. Then you stand in front of Santino to study the fit of the trousers, “Enough room?” You ask and you can't help yourself, as your gaze drops to Santino’s crotch and you wonder how much room he does need. You look up and meets his eyes that are dark and unreadable.

After folding and pinning the trouser hem you step back, “So?” you ask him.

“Perfetto” he replies, still looking directly at you. His lips curl into a tiny smile.

“Done” you say, shooing Santino off the pedestal and waving him toward the dressing room. Santino is out of sight for only a moment when you can hear his loud curse from behind the closed door.

“Santino?”

“I think I stepped on something, bella”

“It's probably just a pin.”

“You better come here and check it out, please, bella…”

This man has been beaten and shot at and now he’s whining about a pin? You pull the door open and peek in. Santino is leaning against the wall, pouting slightly.

“Santino, I’m sure it’s nothing…” you reach toward his leg, intending to inspect the bottom of his foot, but his arm encircles you and yank the dressing room door closed. You turn to him in surprise and he pull you close against his body.

“Bella…” he said in a ragged whisper. He leaned in and kissed you hungrily. Stunned, you didn’t move, didn’t breathe. Santino’s tongue nudged and licked at you lips, enticing you to open them. Your mind warn you to resist, but his mouth is hot and insistent, and you waited too long for this; you he part your lips and welcome his tongue with your own.

The heat from the kiss spreads through you and his hard length is pressed to your hip. You run your hands over his shirt, feeling his body heat beneath the fabric, then slide them down to his hips, against the smooth velvet of his new trousers. Santino jerked his hips against your touch and broke the kiss with a moan.

“Is the tailor here?” A voice called from the front of the store slicing through the haze of pleasure and you try to squirm out of Santino’s grasp.

“Santino, wait…” he began to nibble at you ear, and you kept pulling back against his embrace until he reluctantly let go of you.

“Hello?” The voice asked again.

“Yes, I’ll be with you in a minute” you forced yourself to speak, even as you continued to inch away from Santino. You wouldn’t be able to control yourself if you don’t leave the dressing room now.

“You need to take me home, Santino” you said, in as steady a voice as you could muster.

“And then what, bella?” He asked. You merely looked at him and what he saw in your eyes made him groan.

You walked out of the dressing room before he can pounce on you again. Your whole body tingles and you almost forgot to straighten your clothing before opening the door and returning to the front of the shop.

When the other customer is served you lock the doors to the shop and pull him upstairs. Somehow you manage to unlock the apartment door even though Santino’s lips are hot against the back of your neck and his hands have crept around to cup your breasts. You both stumble inside and he close the door leaning against it. Drawing you into his arms, he capture your mouth with his and you could feel the fiery taste of him again.

Santino’s large hands roam down your back and clutch at your ass, and you shiver when you feel his erection, thick and hard. He released your mouth and began to grind against you. You writhe in his arms and tugs at his jacket; as wonderful as he look in suits, right now he need to shed this one.

He released you from his grip and peeled the jacket off his shoulders, then loosened his tie in one swift motion and dropped it to the floor. He yanked his shirt open, sending buttons flying, and you ran your hands greedily across his firm chest. His breath came in harsh pants as you touched his skin and his eyes were dark with lust.

Your hands slid lower and you undid his belt. His fingers followed yours to unzip his trousers and free his hard cock. Inflamed now, Santino reached under your skirt and tore away your nylons. His long fingers fumble for the waistband of your panties and he frantically tugged them down your legs. When you wriggled out of them he grabbed you by the waist and turned you around so that you were the one pressed against the door.

He lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around him, rubbing your wet cunt along his cock. You shivered as his hot length slid across your swollen lips, knowing that he is about to take you right here without being bothered by undressing you. You tilted your hips and Santino pushed inside you with a firm thrust. You both both gasp loudly at the sensation when Santino began to move, rocking you back against the door with each stroke. You melted instantly with his hard cock buried deep inside you and your orgasm hit you suddenly, sharp and fast.

You cling to him as the tremors jolt through your body. Santino gripped you tightly until they subside, then begin thrusting again, urgently, until he came hard, shuddering so fiercely that the door rattled and shook behind you.

When you can finally catch your breath, Santino is trembling against you, and you realize he’s still holding you up on unsteady legs. You uncoil yourself from his waist and he carefully set you down.

“Oh, cazzo…” his blue eyes were bright and tender.

“Yes” you agreed.

He kissed you softly, “In fact this was almost perfect?”

“Almost?” You cocked an eyebrow at him.

“This isn't quite what I imagined you wearing when we made love for the first time, bella” he said, fingering the lapel of your jacket. Your heart skipped at his words and you can’t hide the wide smile that appeared on your face.

“And what did you pictured me wearing, Santino?”

“Nothing” he breathed against the skin on your neck.

“You know, that's just how I imagined it, too” you mumbled, taking his hand and leading him toward your bedroom.

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Be a good boy

This is the fic I told @onebatch--twobatch I’ll write based on the photo above. Yeah it happened. I wrote it.

SUMMARY: Santino hasn’t slept for few days due to another business he has to finish, but you’re here to submit him into the bed. Words: 3632; Warnings: fem!dom smut;

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Santino had not slept in few days; he had been out there for entire days and nights without so much as a wink of sleep. It was getting ridiculous, you’d go to bed alone and wake up alone; Santino would still be working away where you had left him the night before. The bags underneath his eyes were becoming bruised from a lack of sleep, but his eyes were wide from the cocaine that he was using to stay awake. It was safe to say that he was stressed, more stressed than you had ever seen him, and he wouldn’t tell you why - claiming it was some sort business with the Russian and it was too dangerous for him to say anything to you.

You knew that tonight you were going to have to take matters into your own hands, your husband was a dangerous man anyway but nobody needed him becoming increasingly unstable due to ongoing exhaustion. It wasn’t often that you took control in the bedroom - that was Santino’s thing – he was definitely the dominant one. However, sometimes in times like these Santino needed something else, he needed somebody to make him forget about everything but his desire, he needed somebody to control him. Usually, making Santino submit to you and completely shut down his brain would tire him out so much that he would finally be able to sleep through the night.

Sometimes, he would come to you before it got this far. He was too proud to downright ask you to dominate him so he would be subtle about it, gently pulling you on top of him where he lay in bed and slowly moving your hands upwards to push against his neck. You wouldn’t make him ask, you would simply nod your head and say something along the lines of “are you going to behave yourself tonight, Santino?”

But this wasn’t one of those times, it didn’t look like Santino had even realized the problem, going about his business as usual, but looking increasingly disheveled as the days went by. You admired Santino’s work ethic, but sometimes it worried you sick that he would work himself to death.

On the fourth night, when Santino was still sat in his office reading several letters and looking at maps of god knows what, you decided you had to help him. As you knocked on the door, he looked up for a second and gave you a brief smile.

“Are you coming to bed, Santino?” You had asked, knowing that the answer would be no before the words had even left you lips.

“No, I’ll join you later I just want to finish this” he said, his voice stern. Well, you’d just have to show him who was in control.

“Santino, you will come to bed. It’s been four nights already since you have slept” your tone of voice made him look up, his blue eyes wide in surprise.

“I’m in control of everything, I promise. I will join you in bed soon, bella” he replied, but he didn’t sound so sure now.

“No. Now. Come on” you said, holding the door open in front of you and waiting expectantly for him to stop what he was doing and follow you to the bedroom.

“I just have this one last-” he began.

“No. You don’t” you interrupted him, “Come on Santino, you want to be a good boy don’t you?”

You knew the effect your words would have on him. It was rare, but when he was this exhausted Santino D’Antonio was a true submissive – he just didn’t let his mind turn off from the white noise of the rest of the world. You watched as he slowly stood up, put his papers down, not bothering to organize them on his desk, before he gradually followed you out of the room. Head bowed and flushed cheeks, always embarrassed to give up control to you when he needed it.

You lead him into the bedroom, gesturing for him to sit on the edge of bed. The mattress dipped as he took a seat with his legs parted, so you could stand between them and wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“Santino, I just wish you would look after yourself” you said, pressing a kiss into the top of his head.

“Are you going to look after me now, bella?” He whispered against your chest, you could hear the plea in his tone of voice - this was probably the closest he would ever come to admitting how much he needed to submit to you and shut out the rest of the world.

“Yes, Santino. Yes, baby, I’ll look after you.” You sighed, taking his face into your hands and pressing kisses all over his exhausted face. His eyes slipped closed and you could feel him slowly relaxing in your embrace. “Are you going to be a good boy?”

“Sì, sì, I’ll be good” he had replied softly and you knew he would be, he was far too tired to fight it this time. He wanted you to dominate him, he knew it was the only way he could completely shut the rest of the world out for a while and get some well-deserved rest.

“I love you, you know that don’t you?” You said, pressing one last kiss against his forehead before pushing him to lie back on the bed.

“I know” he responded, his eyes still closed and face beginning to look blissed out - he hadn’t been this comfortable in days.

“Because you’re such a good boy Santino, tonight you’re not going to come until I say you can. Do you understand?” You asked him, caressing his chest softly while you undid the buttons of his shirt, “You won’t come until I’m completely satisfied.”

“What if I do? What if I come?” He questioned, proof that he had yet to fully give up all of his control. You knew he was only asking so he could weigh up the consequences of his actions and make an informed decision on whether coming before you had given him permission was worth it or not.

“You won’t know until you do it and you’re not going to do that, because you’re a good boy” You smiled, not allowing him to overthink the situation - the goal was to get him not thinking at all.

“I won’t, I won’t, I promise, bella” he had sighed as you pulled his shirt off of him, rubbing your hands up and down his bare chest slowly.

“Good” you praised, climbing onto his lap to straddle him. It had been a while since you had felt this connected to him and it was relieving to have your husband so close. You took both of his hands in yours, intertwining your fingers together before guiding them above his head and holding them there.

“No, no, no, please I want to touch, bella…” Santino had whined, knowing you would keep his hands captive so that he could only watch as you used his body for your own sexual gratification, “I want to touch you.”

“No. Not tonight” you said, denying him, “I want you to watch as I come, over and over. Then if you’re good, I might let you touch. I guess if you’re really good, you might be able to come eventually.”

Santino’s blue eyes snapped open, focusing on you above him while you pressed his arms into the mattress above his head. You knew what Santino’s weakness was, he had to please you in every single way - whether it was with flowers, a new dress, or holding himself back from orgasm for as long as you told him to. He wasn’t a people pleaser at all, but god, it bothered him for days if he had disappointed you.

You slowly started to grind down on his lap, pressing your clothed crotch against the bulge in his suit pants. He drew his bottom lip into his mouth and his tired blue eyes watched you avidly as you moved against him.

“Kiss me, bella” he said, eyes pleading but still trying to get you to do whatever it was he desired. It was always so difficult for him to completely let go and let you take over. He hadn’t even realized that he was making demands, too used to being on the dominating side in the bedroom.

You pressed a soft kiss onto his lips before pulling back and tutting at him softly while you continued to grind against his clothed erection, “Santino, I love you sweetheart, but just let go. Give it up and let me look after you.”

“Sorry, I’m sorry, bella” he said quickly, before nodding - letting you know that he would try harder to sink into submission.

“Does that feel good, Santino?” You asked, drawing his mind away from any thoughts other than you and what you were doing, “Do you like me grinding myself against you?”

He groaned softly, Santino loved when you talked dirty to him. Hearing such words come out of your usually so innocent mouth turned him on like nothing else could and you liked to take advantage of that, “Yes, it feels good. So good, bella.”

“I bet it would feel even better when I take my underwear off, wouldn’t it?” You laughed, using one hand to hold Santino’s arms down as you used the other to remove your underwear quickly, “Well it would for me, maybe not for you.”

You hitched your nightgown up above your waist so that there was now nothing between you and Santino’s clothed erection, before grinding against him once again. It felt so good, the rough material of his trousers rubbing against your clit. Santino began rolling his hips ever so slowly, trying to get more friction through his pants - clearly, unable to stop himself from chasing the delicious feeling.

“Please…” he moaned softly, eyes squeezed shut before adding “I can feel how wet you are through my trousers, it’s driving me insane, bella” you clearly were not doing a good enough job if Santino could still articulate himself that coherently.

Ignoring him, you stood up slowly - letting go of his arms and watching him from a few feet away. You used this opportunity to slowly remove the rest of your clothing, Santino’s eyes following your every move.

“Get undressed, Santino” you commanded, standing there and watching him wrestle out of the rest of his clothes at a rapid speed before lying back onto the bed completely naked. His chest was slightly flushed and his cock lying erect against his navel, an obvious sign of his desire, but other than that he looked completely relaxed, “Good. Now, I’m going to stand here and pleasure myself and you’re going to watch. Don’t touch yourself.”

You smiled sweetly at him as you ran your hands slowly down your body, caressing your breasts, your stomach and then your hips before slowly lowering one hand between your legs. You could feel Santino’s eyes watching you as you traced your fingers up and down your folds, his hips were rolling slightly - chasing any kind of friction that unfortunately he would not be able to achieve in this position. It made you smile nonetheless, to see him slowly losing control.

“How are you feeling, Santino?” You asked him, checking to make sure he really was completely letting go.

“Good” he sighed slowly, his lack of words a dead give away that you had all the control tonight.

“Do you like watching me touch myself?” You asked, teasing him. You began to slowly dip two fingers inside of you, the sound of your wetness quietly echoing around the room as you pushed them in and out. Santino moaned softly in response, he wanted you to touch him and fuck, take care of him and the leaking erection that he was sporting. When he didn’t respond, you asked him again. “Santino, answer the question. Do you like watching me touch myself?”

“Sì…” he had groaned, too aroused to form any other coherent thoughts now.

You knew it wouldn’t be long before you were having your first orgasm, the situation becoming too arousing for you to drag it out much longer. You knew that there would be plenty more opportunities for pleasure tonight. So, you moaned loud enough for only Santino to hear and began curling your fingers to hit your g-spot dead on. It only took a few minutes before your walls were clenching around your fingers and you were gasping as your first orgasm washed through your body while Santino watched from his spot on the bed.

“Cazzo” he had whined, his hands twisting in the sheets in an effort to prevent him from taking his own erection into hand.

“Look at how good you are” you praised him, “So desperate, but so good for me.”

“I’m good, for you bella” he sighed, “Trying to be.”

“Yes, I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?” You asked him, climbing on the bed to sit next to him and stroke down his chest lovingly.

“Sì, sì, sì” he replied, desperate to get some kind of attention after watching you for so long.

“You do deserve it, well done” you laughed at his eagerness before straddling his waist and leaning over him to kiss his lips softly, enclosing his wrists in your hands and holding them above his head once again. Still sensitive from your first orgasm, you took just the tip of Santino’s leaking erection inside of you slowly - teasing him by clenching your walls around the tip.

Santino’s eyes flew open and his breath got caught in his throat, after so long of being worked up this was heaven and if he wasn’t careful it would be over before you had given him permission, “Ah, ah, sì, bella, sì” he groaned, gritting his teeth in an effort to keep himself calm.

You began to take him in deeper, sinking down on his cock and grinding against him slowly before lifting yourself back up. The pace was not quick, but he filled you up and the slow grind of your hips made you both desperate for more.

“Cazzo” Santino whined, “Wait, fuck, wait.”

“No. Be good” you warned him, maintaining your slow deep grind on his cock. His eyes had clenched shut, obviously trying to starve off his orgasm.

“So good, fuck, so so good” Santino moaned, he had begun to push against your hand that was holding his wrists above his head, trying to get free, most likely so he could hold your hips and help set the pace as you sank down onto him. You dug your nails into the flesh on his arms, reminding him that he was not in charge and he did not get to touch yet.

You could feel another orgasm building within you, but god, you didn’t want to take Santino over the edge with you while he was trying so hard to hold back like you had asked.

“Santino, I’m so close” you whimpered, “But, I’ve done all the work so far and I think it’s about time you contribute. Use your mouth to make me come.”

“Sì, bella, please” Santino had said, always so eager to please and always so polite when it came to you.

You kissed him lovingly as you lifted yourself off of his cock and positioned yourself with your legs either side of Santino’s head, he would have to lean up and put some effort in if he was going to make you come as he did not have the use of his hands. He wasted no time, quickly using his tongue to rub against your clit - the initial taste of you making him moan which only intensified your pleasure. You were already close, but Santino eating you like he was starving was such a turn on - only pushing you further towards the edge.

“Santino, I’m close” you whined, grinding gently against his face as you grew closer and closer by the second. Sensing that you would come soon, Santino sucked on your clit gently - leaving you screaming at the pleasure that was maybe a little bit too intense. One final grind against Santino’s face had you tumbling over the edge, moaning his name in satisfaction. He was always so good with his mouth, a constant overachiever.

“That was so good, baby, so fucking good” you whispered, when you had finally caught your breath. You moved down his body, taking a seat just above his aching cock and pressed a long kiss against Santino’s wet lips to show your appreciation.

You we’re so over stimulated, but Santino was completely blissed out, clearly heavily affected by you sitting on his face and coming on his tongue. He was so desperate for some release, having watched you come twice already.

“I think you deserve to touch me now, you did such a good job” you said, letting his arms go, “Are you going to touch me while I ride you cock?”

His hands immediately gripped onto your hips, trying to push you down to sit on his cock desperately. You knew this wasn’t him trying to take control of the situation, but him being physically unable to control himself through desperation. You let him have what he needed, sinking down onto his cock, taking his whole length into you.

“Sì, sì, sì, please,” Santino had whined, nails digging into your hips. You took his face into your hands, peppering kisses against his face in the attempt to calm him down. Submissive Santino would get swept up in the pleasure; unable to focus on anything else, but it made him frustrated and desperate when he had been on the edge for so long.

“Santino, look at me” you said. While still riding his cock, you met his gaze - his tired eyes we’re unfocused and dreamy, “I love you, Santino.”

“Please, please, please bella,” he begged. It seemed these were the only words capable of leaving his mouth at this point; he was so close to the edge, holding on desperately for you to give him permission to come.

“Not yet” you said, maintaining the quick pace that you rocked your hips. He furrowed his brows, clearly unsure if he could hold on much longer, “Be good, Santino.”

You were not going to make him wait much longer, already feeling yourself approaching another orgasm as his cock rubbed against your g-spot. You slowly moved the hands that you had resting on his cheeks downwards, giving him time to anticipate what you were going to do and watching him whine in further desperation when he realized.

When you put your hands around Santino’s throat and began to squeeze gently, his eyes closed in ecstasy and his hips started matching your rhythm with added fervor.

“I’m gonna come” Santino had gasped out, voice scratchy while you pressed against his neck. His eyes were rolling back and his hands were squeezing bruises into your hips, you knew he couldn’t wait much longer but wanted to see just how far he would submit to you.

“No you’re not” you warned him, “Not until I do. You will come with me.”

His eyes were watering, as if he was going to cry if he couldn’t come in the next few seconds. You had never seen him like this, acting without any inhibitions and his usually overworked brain only focused on the need to do what you asked him. It was incredible to watch, driving you closer and closer to your third orgasm.

“Santino, are you ready?” You asked, feeling your orgasm growing more powerful - ready to shake through your body. It would only take a couple more rocks of your hips until you would be clenching around his cock in elation.

“Sì, sì, sì” he murmured, as he groaned in pleasure still trying to hold himself back because fuck, you hadn’t said he could come yet. Your hands were still squeezing against his throat; the lack of oxygen was making him dizzy and his whole body was tingling. His eyes opened in shock as he realized he wasn’t going to be able to wait any longer - he was going to come. His balls were drawing up close to his body, ready to finally empty inside of you after waiting for so long, “Oh, cazzo… please. Now - oh cazzo! Please.”

Fuck, it was Santino begging that sent you completely over the edge.

“Santino, come” you screamed, as your orgasm tore through your body at the same time that he let go, coming deep inside of you as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Your orgasm was even more powerful than the first two, Santino’s cock always making you come so hard.

You had collapsed completely on top of Santino in pleasure, and you continued to lie on his chest while you both caught your breath.

“Santino…” you said breathlessly, running your hand through his sweaty hair. “Baby, you were so good for me. So good.”

“I love you. Love you so much. You took good care of me, bella” he replied, voice groggy from the asphyxiation and the exhaustion taking over his body.

“I always will. Come on, let’s get you under the covers” you said, kissing his forehead before lifting off of him to pull the covers up around your husband. You climbed in next to him and wrapped your arms around him; peppering soft open mouth kisses onto his sweaty skin as you cuddled up together.

“Santino, I do wish you would look after yourself” you sighed, laying your head on his chest. He didn’t reply.

Finally, after four entire days, you could hear his breathing evening out as sleep took over him.

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fics-not-tragedies · 4 years

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Early mornings

This fic is based on this request I got and hopefully that’s what anon wanted! Also I couldn’t help myself with throwing this onto the April-Santino-fics pile, so I’m posting it now 😏

SUMMARY: You wake up from a naughty dream that Santino decides to turn into reality. Words: 2556; Warnings: smut, some gentle morning love;

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You couldn’t quite tell the time when you found yourself slipping back into reality, but there was barely a sound nearby. A creaking here, a muffled conversation here, but most of all, it was your heartbeat that drew your attention to it more than anything else, and it took a moment for you to realize how heavy your breathing was, and that your forehead was slick with sweat, as well as your neck.

Shifting and untangling your legs from Santino’s under the warm cover of the blanket, you realized why. A dull throbbing sensation between your legs and you exhaled shakily, your mind still hazy with sleep, but slowly allowing you to go back a few minutes, seconds even, to the sensuous dream you’d been having, lying in bed just like you were now, but with Santino on top of you, his hair falling into his eyes, his soft moans, his eyes wide, loving, full of lust as he stared down into yours while he was driving himself deep inside you, over and over again and drawing you closer and closer to the edge.

That sinking feeling was slowly ceasing now, your orgasm slipping away and you licked your lips, turning to lie down on your side, a smile tugging the corners of your lips upwards as your eyes fell on his face, half buried in the pillow, half visible, his features soft and peaceful, and he was absolutely gorgeous, slightly sweaty from how close he’d been holding you and you pulled the blanket down slightly, your eyes wandering down his bare chest, his breathing quiet, his arm still draped across your body.

You blinked several times, your lids feeling heavy with sleep and you couldn’t help your thoughts from wandering back to your wet dream, the idea of it irresistible to you now and you turned your head to the nightstand to check the time, realizing now that it was so quiet around the hotel because it was still early, too early for anybody to be up.

It was your last day, you’d have to check out in a few hours and then you’d be on the plane back home, back to work, back to stressing about everything, away from that idyllic paradise, that gentle bubble you’d gotten comfortable in over the past few days, only you and Santino, and nothing to worry about.

You were sure that the events of last night had prompted your dream, Santino having teased you all throughout dinner, until he’d finally given in and taken you upstairs without insisting on the dessert he’d been looking forward to, but it’d been worth it, you couldn’t remember him ever taking you as good as he had the second you’d gotten into the hotel room, pressed up against the wall, then bent over the small table, too lazy to move.

And now you were sore, but that didn’t mean you didn’t want more, aching for him to fill you up again, to hold your body in his hands, to show you just how badly he wanted you, and then, you suddenly felt a shift beside you, a soft whisper of your name.

You turned your head back to face Santino, shifting his head to look at you, mumbling something incoherent before clearing his throat, but his voice didn’t get much louder, “Are you alright, bella?” He whispered, his voice merely a hint.

You shuffled closer to him again, his arm tightening around you to pull you in and he angled his head to the side, reaching out lazily to pull your face closer to his on the pillow before pressing a sleepy kiss to your lips, soft and gentle, his lips briefly brushing against yours.

You moaned quietly, instantly desperate for more, the simple taste too promising to stop and you ran your fingers through his hair and tugging lightly on it, keeping him as he was and deepening the kiss, giggling as his lips parted and he breathed shakily against your lips, drawing back for air.

“Bella…” he whispered, blinking continuously, his tired eyes searching for yours, then his lips curled into a smile, “Mmm, you are absolutely insatiable, my love…”

You pressed your lips together, sighing guiltily. There was no hiding anything from him, he knew you inside and out, and there was nothing you could get past him, “Mmm, I had a dream” you confessed, your voice smaller than you’d expected, raspy and thick with sleep.

A little giggle bubbled from his lips, husky but the softness in his eyes as he watched you lovingly took away from any sort of teasing, “C’mere, bella…” he whispered, his own voice still sleepy and he wrapped both his arms around you, shifting onto his back and pulling you on top of him, your chest pressed against his, the warmth of his skin against yours, the way he held you, the softness in his eyes making your heart swell with happiness. He smelled so uniquely like himself, clean and familiar and so damn intoxicating.

You hadn’t bothered with anything but a pair of panties, sighing quietly from the feeling of your hard nipples brushing against his bare chest, feeling his heart pounding, now faster than usual.

“Oh, bella, you’re…” he mumbled, lifting his thigh slightly, brushing up between your legs spread on either side of it, “Soaked through your panties, love…”

You whined softly, rolling your hips needily, hardly in control of your lust-fueled movements, a whimper escaping your lips when he pushed his thigh up to meet the grinding of your hips. “I-I…”

“Oh, bella…” he muttered, biting his bottom lip and swallowing hard, his Adam’s apple straining against the sensitive skin of his slender neck and you laid your cheek against his shoulder, attaching your lips to the side of his throat, sucking lightly, a soft moan falling from his lips, “Oh, cazzo, bella…”

You’d started grinding shamelessly against his thigh now, the sound of his moans only making the fire in your stomach grow further, the ache between your legs growing more prominent. You needed something, and his thigh rubbing up against your clit, even if it was just the slightest bit of friction was the next best thing.

Santino could barely comprehend what was happening, having been dragged up from a dream of his own right into yours, your warmth, your scent, your lust clouding his mind, the way your breasts were pressed flat against his chest, the way he could feel your wetness against his thigh, he was gone, and you could feel that he wasn’t unaffected as well.

You reached down to cup the bulge in his boxers, starting to palm him slowly to the fabric, biting down gently on his neck when another moan fell from his lips, louder this time and you started grinding your hips harder against him, the stimulation not nearly enough to satisfy you, but you were needy and desperate for some sort of friction.

“Oh, bella…” he whined, his own hips lifting off the mattress to meet your touch and you reached quickly inside his boxers, your cheek still resting against his warm skin, pressing little kisses to his neck now as you wrapped your fingers around his now hardening length, sighing at the feeling.

The thought of him filling you again, thick and throbbing and you contemplated for a moment if you should just get on your knees and take him into your mouth instead, suck and take him until his fingers were pulling at your hair and he would release into your mouth but you were desperate, too far gone to let go of the thought of his cock filling you up and stretching your empty walls, desperate for something to satisfy that desire.

One of his hands ran slowly down your side, flat into your panties at the back and squeezing your ass before nudging your legs apart with his knuckles, his rough fingertips brushing up against your folds, making you shudder.

“Santino…” you whined softly, pushing your hips back into his touch, “Mmm…”

He chuckled sleepily. “Oh, cazzo, bella, so wet for me…” he gathered more wetness onto his fingers before pressing them to your clit, trapped between his leg and your eager grinding and you moaned louder.

“S-Santino!” You cried when he pressed his thumb against your clit, nudging into the spot, over and over and over, making you writhe desperately, a string of whimpers and cries of his name falling from your lips and you attached them to his neck again to silence yourself, making him groan again.

“Bella, I need you…” he choked out, swallowing hard, his hand leaving you desperate again as he pulled it out but before you could protest, before you could beg for him, his large hands gripped your hips and you smirked, straddling him, giving his cock a few more tugs and you pushed yourself up with your other hand steady on his shoulder, licking your lips.

He looked irresistible, his hair messy, hanging into his eyes as he looked up at you needily, his cheeks flushed, his forehead sweaty, “Need to be inside you…” he whispered, his blue eyes wide, begging you.

You sat up and pushed your panties to the side, too impatient to get up and take them off, instead gripping his cock and slowly lifting your hips to let him sink inside of you, the way he filled you up, so tight and delicious, your walls stretching around him, it brought tears to your eyes.

“O-Oh…” you whined, biting your lip, your eyes falling shut and you threw your head back.

Santino let out a strangled moan, his hips instantly lifting off the bed again to sink deeper inside you, his hands sprawled out over your hips to force you down on him further, his face scrunched up with pleasure, “You’re so fucking gorgeous, darling … what a fucking picture…”

He never swore little, rarely stuck to simple words and as much as you loved his eloquence, his intelligence, reducing him to mess of profanities and soft groans, repetitions and sleepy mumbles, it was even more satisfying. He attempted to lift your hips and you complied, opening your eyes and sinking right back down on him, his cock once again filling you up all the way, your walls clenching around him and continuing to draw moans from his chapped lips and you started to bounce up and down on his cock, watching him closely, always a sucker for the hungry look in his eyes when he watched your tits bounce, his cock disappearing inside of you, your hair falling over your shoulders, your face blissful and desperate as you writhed in his lap.

He groaned loudly, snapping his hips up once again and you gasped, would have fallen forward had he not wrapped his arms around you and he pulled you flush against his chest again, cupping the back of your head, his other hand sprawled out across your back.

“O-Oh, Santi…” you moaned, cut off by his hips snapping up over and over, his cock hitting just the right spot, making you gasp every time your hips collided and you attempted to keep up, rolling your hips on him, grinding eagerly, without any rhythm, just desperate for more friction, more of his cock.

“You’ve got me so close, bella, I’m gonna…”

“M-Me too” you cried out, surprised you’d even lasted a second after his cock had filled you, so worked up after that dream, “F-Fuck, Santino…”

Your movements were sloppy, his and your own, just grinding away on each other, not awake enough to focus on anything but feeling each other, reaching that point of release together that you both desperately craved, warm and safe in your bubble where nothing else mattered.

Santino shifted to move his hand down between your legs, effortlessly finding your clit and starting to rub it in rhythm with the way he was driving inside you, tight and and warm and drawing you closer and closer to orgasm and you lifted your head, propping yourself up enough to bring your face up to his, watching him for a moment and he broke out into giggles before you could even press your lips to his, the soft cackle bubbling from his lips contagious and you couldn’t help yourself, resting your forehead against his, your eyes falling shut as he drove inside you again.

“Mmmm, no, bella…” he sighed, giggling breathily, his chest rising and falling fast, his heart pounding in his chest, “Baciarmi.”

Your heart melted, you were so close, could tell that he was too but he took a moment to let his hand wander slowly up your back until he cupped the side of your face, kissing you deeply, loving and passionate, the feeling consuming you whole.

He bit down gently on your bottom lip, delivered another deep thrust and flicked your clit and with that sending you spiraling, your lips fell open, breaking the kiss and moaning into his mouth obscenely, your eyes once again squeezed shut as the waves of pleasure washed over you, your walls squeezing tightly around him, the burning sensation so good, so intense and you fell limp against him, holding onto him tightly.

Santino whimpered, your orgasm triggering his own and you felt his hot release inside you, the movements of his hips slowing, his breath hot and heavy, his grip on you tightening, praises of your name falling continuously from his lips and he held you close, his arms wound tightly around you, not showing the slightest intention of ever letting you go, guiding your head to his shoulder.

You both panted out your orgasms, little aftershocks shooting up your bodies with the slightest move of each of your hips, your skin sticking to his but you didn’t ever want to move, felt so sheltered and secure in his arms, so loved and appreciated.

“Santino…” you whispered, pausing in order to be able to catch your breath, pressing a little kiss to the side of his neck.

You instantly had his intention and he angled his head to look at you, a soft, loving smile spreading across his face. “Yes, love?” He asked shakily, nudging your nose playfully with his, the skin around his eyes crinkling with the giggle that followed.

“I love you so much.”

His smile grew wider, impossibly bright and the sparkle in his eyes made your heart flutter. You had so much love for him, so much adoration, snuggling closer to him, aching for the physical intimacy to match. There was no way possible to be closer to him and it almost hurt.

You were stuck together, tangled up and as connected as you could be, and you knew there was no way you’d feel more comfortable, more joyful, more content than right in this moment, his fingers moving to brush through your hair soothingly, his scent and his warmth having taken over you completely.

“Bella…” he rasped, his voice soft despite the deep of it, his blue eyes focused on you and the look was only too familiar, it never failed to make you feel like you were the only girl in the world, like you could do anything, “Bella, you know…” he hummed, licking his lips, “You know, I’m hopelessly in love with you.”

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fics-not-tragedies · 4 years

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You take my self control

Since @diditpoof wanted anything with Santino (or Riccardo) I was more than happy to oblige and roam through my drafts to finish this.

SUMMARY: You are coming back home from a meeting with your friend only to find Santino under the shower. Words: 2203; Warnings: smut, shower action, masturbation;

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The lights of the city flickered across the backseat, the faint music from the front had faded into the background and you tapped your fingers against your knee impatiently, closing your eyes as you leaned back. You were aching to get home, even hoped that Santino would already be home as well, maybe he’d finished work early, maybe he was there and waiting for you. The comfortable buzz you acquired drinking with your best friend had faded and you longed to have some of the decadent sambuca he brought you back all the way from his trip to Milan.

Upon entering the building, you passed his henchmen, one of them accompanying you on the way up to the apartment, opening the door for you and as you stepped inside, there was a twinge of hope. The lights were on and the scent of his perfume, as well as a hint of smoke lingered in the air, he had to have been home early too.

One, two clicks of your heels and you decided to kick them off, stepping out of them and discarding your handbag to the side, your heart skipping a beat when you heard the sound of the shower, indicating he was in the bathroom, so you lost no time pressing down the handle of the door, the sight before your eyes when you pushed it open threatening to overwhelm you whole.

Steam had risen against the glass, but you could still see him through it, his back facing you, the blur of the steam smoothing his skin, almost making the scars scattered across his strong back invisible. His ass was pressed against the glass, firm, tense, the muscles tight and it was only when you heard a low groan falling from his lips, echoing off the walls, seeing the muscles in his arm straining that there was not a doubt left in your mind about what he was doing.

He was panting, you couldn’t help but became intrigued, excited by the sight, taking a few steps closer to him, he hadn’t noticed you, not yet. His eyes were shut tightly, his features scrunched up, strands of wet hair falling over his forehead into his face, the warm stream of the water making droplets pearl down his skin as his head was resting back against the glass. He looked irresistible.

His head snapped up when he felt the door of the shower slide open, his heart stopping for merely a moment before his eyes focused on your figure, your hair slightly damp from the steam that had gathered in the bathroom, your heels off, your body barely covered by the lace bodysuit and a short skirt, your skin sheeny, your bright eyes wide and sparkling.

Santino regretted for a moment not having waited for you, had been thinking of you working your hips into his, his fingers fisting your hair to bend your body to his will, your eyes shiny and desperate, your walls closing around his cock so deliciously, he could practically taste you on his tongue.

His chest was rising and falling quickly, his breathing heavy and the movement of his hand slowed, but his fingers remained wrapped tightly around his cock, his lips slightly parted as he looked back at you with wide eyes, speechless, his gaze glued to your every movement as you let the skirt fall to the floor before stepping out of it, wordlessly joining him into the shower and closing the door behind yourself without disconnecting their eyes.

“Don’t stop for me, Santi…” you rasped, your voice low, sultry.

“Mmmm, you were enjoying the esposizione, weren’t you, bella?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow at you and letting out a breathy chuckle.

You hummed, your eyes wide and as you licked your lips, the water starting to pearl down your skin, soaking the thin material of your beige bodysuit, leaving it see-through where it covered your, the lace slowly becoming darker, “I’m not complaining…” you purred, pleased when you moved your hand slowly to replace his and he let go, watching you with his eyes wide.

“Bella…” he drawled, his gaze flickering to watch your long fingers wrapping around his cock. He noticed the pastel red on your fingernails, his shoulders shaking when she started stroking him, picked up right where he’d left off.

“Yes, Santino?” You whispered, shivering as the hot water en-robed you and you could sense him relaxing instantly under your touch, the tightness in his muscles loosening, the tension slowly leaving his body.

He breathed out shakily, closing his mouth again. There was nothing he possibly could say and he gave in to the bliss you evoked within him, his hips lifting slightly from the glass, “Oh, c-cazzo…”

You hummed with satisfaction, watched him closely, your heart skipping a beat when his eyes locked on yours again, your grip tightening as you stroked him faster, stepping closer to him, feeling his heartbeat against your chest as you pressed yourself up against him, tilting your head slightly to place a kiss on his skin over the vein pulsing in his neck right below his chin and he swallowed hard, the skin straining over his Adam’s apple and he arched his neck to the side, exposing the sensitive spot, giving you his silent permission.

Santino groaned when he felt your lips against his skin, attaching to his throat, starting to suck lightly, teasingly, his hips bucking forward into a particularly hard tug, his breath shaking.

His cheeks were burning, his skin sweaty under the stream of the shower, his eyes fixated on your nipples hardening beneath the lace before he couldn’t fight his lids fluttering shut at the pleasure.

You sunk your teeth into his skin, teasing, nibbling, stroking him faster. You could hear, feel his breathing getting more and more uneven, the veins in his neck more prominent and the moment you drew back to look at the expression of content on his handsome features, his lips curved slightly upwards, his eyes shut tightly, the fresh mark you just left over his throat slightly red and framed by a hint of the lipstick you were wearing and you squeezed your fingers around his cock a little harder, a choked moan fell from his lips as a response to your action, his head sinking forward and down on your shoulder.

Santino couldn’t form a coherent thought, let out any sentence, the only thing escaping him were loud moans, increasing in volume and he could barely breathe, allowed the way you stroked him, the scent your body offered clouding his mind, the heat of your body, the beauty of you to overwhelm him, to hypnotize him, to give in completely to the pleasure you were giving him.

You could feel his breath against your skin, could tell his eyes were shut tightly and that he was already dangerously close, that it wouldn’t take much longer and you ached to feel him completely surrender to your touch.

He was certain he couldn’t hold on, was desperate to finally let go, his mind clouded with lust, he’d missed your touch, missed you, hadn’t been able to help himself and he was exhausted, didn’t find the strength to move, felt the cold material of the stone against his hot skin as he was pressed up against your body, his hips bucking needily into your touch, a few more strokes and he’d be there, just a few more.

You stroked him harder, wrapped your fingers tightly around him, toying with his tip, your other hand moving to stroke your fingers through his hair, scratching at it lightly, the low hum of satisfaction vibrating against your skin and you dragged your hand slowly, tightly down his shaft, his entire body curving into yours as a response.

His eyes rolled back, his hips stirring, “Bella…” he whimpered shakily against your neck, his breathing heavy, the sound making your shiver.

“Do you want to cum into my hand, amore?”

The seductiveness of your voice was too much, the way you knew exactly how to please him, your fingers in his hair, your body pressed to his, your fist wrapped tightly around his cock, coaxing him, giving him everything he needed as you held him, allowed him to not worry about anything for the moment, offering a sense of security, of bliss.

He knew you enjoyed the way you made him feel, the way he wasn’t able to resist you, was so weak he would’ve done anything for you and you sure knew it all. Santino grew closer and closer, his orgasm right there, he could practically taste it, worried that you enjoyed this too much, that you were planning to get your sweet revenge for all the times he had you right there and denied you to boost his own ego, but he was too close, knew he couldn’t handle if you didn’t allow him what he needed now, couldn’t bear the thought.

“Relax, baby…” you coaxed, your lips against his ear. “I’ve got you, Santino…”

“Cazzo…” he moaned, “Bella, cazzo, I’m so fucking close…”

“I know” you whispered, could feel the tightness of his body as he tensed again, “Look at me, handsome.”

He forced his head to lift from your shoulder, forced his eyes open, unable to not do what you asked him, his breath heavy, his gaze wild, “B-bella…” he grunted shakily, his voice shaking, “C-Can I-…”

There was nothing that could have prepared you for the softness, the intensity in his eyes, the sheer desperation as his voice trembled, almost breaking and you couldn’t possibly deny him, not with the weight his words carried, not when you were completely devoted to him and the overwhelming reality didn’t allow you to do anything but nod, the words bubbling from your lips so naturally, “Cum for me, Santino…”

He bucked his hips forward into the touch of your hand, a strangled moan falling from his lips as his eyes threatened to roll back, the muscles in his body straining, his chest heaving, breath shaking, his hips aching.

You watched him, stroked the hair from his eyes, stroking his cock to ease him through his orgasm, the way his jaw tensed and he kept his eyes on yours almost bringing you to your knees.

The satisfaction of having taken care of him, having taken control of him this way, it was nothing compared to the relief you felt that you’d given him what he needed, wanted to make sure his every wish was fulfilled, knew there was nothing that could weaken the love and complete devotion you felt for him.

His thighs were tense as the movements of your hand gradually slowed and he came down. Santino swallowed hard, his hands pressed against the glass to hold himself up and he stared back at you, the realization of it all hitting him as the waves of his orgasm slowly faded and he swallowed hard. He could feel the pulsing sensation where you marked him, noticed the absence of his own marks on you, had not stopped himself to take control of you when you stepped close to him, had given in to you completely.

“Santino…” you whispered noticing the change across his features, biting your lip, “Are you not satisfied?”

The hesitation in your voice snapped him out of it, his eyes growing wide, “What? Cazzo… of course, bella, that’s not it…”

You looked back at him expectantly, impatiently, licking your lips, waited as he remained silent, clearly deep in thought before he spoke.

“Just… I’m supposed to essere al comando, aren’t I?”

Your eyes widened, lips parting, “Santino…” you sighed, moving to rest your forehead against his, your hand coming down on his shoulder to steady yourself, “I wouldn’t have done this if you weren’t” you whispered, you could tell he wasn’t quite convinced and you knew you should’ve known better, “Santino D’Antonio…” you added, “You are the most powerful man I have ever met. Letting your girl pleasure you does not make you any less powerful.”

He didn’t respond, didn’t know how to but tilt his jaw forward, catching your lips in a deep kiss, hot and eager and pouring everything he wanted to tell you into the way he forced your lips to part with his, his hands coming down on your hips.

Every thought that ever threatened his ego, he knew he should have known better than to think you didn’t possess the immediate power to reassure him of who he was and the way you looked back at him when he drew away, your face flushed, your make up slightly smudged from the steam, your lips pouty, focused on nothing but his confidence, his own pleasure, he knew you would forever prioritize him.

“Bella” he drawled, clearing his throat.

“Mmmm?” You hummed, stroking his hair back absently, moving forward to rest your head against his chest, pressing your lips to his skin, making him shiver as your fingers grazed delicately over the scar the bullet had caused him.

Santino swallowed hard, overwhelmed once again by the adoration you carried for him, how you admired him despite everything, “I’m yours, principessa” he promised, “All fucking yours.”

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Fuckin’ February: Day 24

Consider this a follow up to yesterday’s one. Today’s prompt was requested by @silverlambcaptain.

PROMPT: “I want you naked on my bed, with your face pressed into the pillows…” ft. Santino D’Antonio; Words: 733; Warnings: smut;

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You wanted more, wanted him to tend to the ache he’d created between yours legs and you tensed to prepare yourself for what you couldn’t possibly prepare for, fingers gripping the edge of the table.

It was remarkable that nobody had even realized your agony yet. After a beat or two of group conversation and another round of drinks ordered whilst he toyed with the thin fabric, you were just about ready to give in, to beg him to fuck you already. He seemed to know and that’s when he raised an eyebrow at you in warning and brushed slowly against your folds, his fingers drowning in your wetness within moments.

You watched his jaw lock when he realized just how soaked you were and it was enough to send a shiver through your body. You closed your eyes momentarily, gritting your teeth, you head feeling too heavy to even hold up anymore. Your fingers gripped the edge of the table desperately and you rested your head on Santino’s strong shoulder in order to keep yourself together.

“Are you feeling alright, bambina?” his sister asked, “You look sick?”

“I’m fine… I think the AC here is a little bit faulty…” you mumbled, trying to nod and show her that you were okay.

Santino chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple for cover again, using it as an excuse to mumble against your skin, close to your ear, “Now you want to be close, do you, bella?”

You swallowed hard when you felt his fingers brushing against you, merely grazing your folds, just gathering your wetness. You were so frustrated, so desperate that you wanted to throw something equally as provoking back in his face, but you knew it’d make things worse so you hummed quietly in response, trying to push your legs together to satiate the urge. He tutted and pushed them back forcefully with his knuckles, your resistance beginning to drive the anger back.

“You're soaked, principessa…” he groaned quietly, only loud enough for you to hear. Your heart was racing, you were on edge, knowing his next move was unpredictable.

“Haven’t even touched you properly yet. You’re so fucking desperate, /bella, you really shouldn’t have denied me back home. Might just give you a taste of your own medicine…”

“No…” you replied, a sob caught in your throat.

“No?” He repeated back to you teasingly, his fingers finding their way to your clit at last and you hissed, covering up the noise by taking a long sip of your drink. You fought to keep your eyes open. You felt sweaty and dirty and it fueled the desire as his fingers moved in an agonizingly slow circular pattern. You wouldn’t have admitted it out loud, not now, not whilst you were still fighting for power, but you liked that he had this control over you. You loved the fact that he’d reduced you to a trembling, noisy mess with the littlest of effort.

You ached for him to touch you properly, to give you what you need, but there was no way he would, no way he’d miss out on his revenge, to tease you out of your mind until you were going to beg him, beg him to take you. He seemed completely unfazed, indifferent to the fact that he had you writhing with the simple touch of his fingertips, but you knew you had his full attention.

“I want you naked on my bed, with your face pressed into the pillows…” he drawled and you whimpered, trying to play it off with a cough, “and your ass up in the air, so I could give you the spanking you deserve now, principessa.”

Then without any warning he pushed his two long fingers into your heat, twisting them to give you more friction even though you’d never asked for this. Of course, you wanted it now, but it was never your plan.

You gasped, biting down harshly on your bottom lip, fingers tightening on the edge of the table to keep your body from betraying you, giving away the shiver of pleasure and need cursing through your body. You wanted to push your hips forward instinctively, desperate to have fingers sink deeper inside you. He was satisfied for now, slowed his movements instantly before curling his fingers hard and you breathed out shakily, trying to keep yourself from making a sound.

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Fuckin’ February: Day 1

Day one of Fuckin’ February... oh boi, it’s gonna be a wild ride! Today’s prompt was requested by @toomanystoriessolittletime, enjoy!

PROMPT: “Punish me, then.” ft. Santino D’Antonio Words: 554; Warnings: smut;

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“Punish me, then, Santino…” you breathed into his ear.

You moaned, your dress was pushed up to your waist, your lace underwear torn. Your eyes snapped up. You couldn’t see his eyes in the darkness, the tinted glasses blocking the view but his face was so close. His hair fell into his face and he groaned as he pushed you back against the glass, one hand on your hip, the other fumbling with his belt.

Grabbing his shoulder, you steadied yourself, gasping when he pulled his cock out and stepped closer to you, his hand pushing your legs apart, lining himself up with your entrance and pushing inside you without a warning.

“Fuck.”

He reached down to push up your knee and you wrapped your leg around him, and he drove deeper inside you, filling you up. You gripped onto his shoulder, moaning when his head dropped down on your shoulder and he bit down on your neck, groaning and you pulled him in closer desperately, trying to buck his hips up into his but you were trapped between his body and the glass wall behind you.

“That’s what you wanted, principessa?” He growled, his voice so close to your ear sending shivers up your spine and you moaned, feeling yourself gush around him. His voice was deep, dark and laced with lust, “When you waltzed inside in that pretty little dress of yours?”

The elevator had slowed but the movement of his hips sped up as he thrust up inside you, his cock reaching deep inside you and your eyes fell shut, the pleasure igniting a fire inside you. Gripping his hair at the back of his neck, you tugged on it, desperate for something to hold on to as he fucked you faster.

“I was watching you, pupa…” he drawled, “Strutting around my club in that little thing…” his hand ran up your side, grabbing your breast and kneading it through the fabric of your dress, making you buck up into his touch desperately, whimpering when he bit down on your skin again.

“You didn’t expect this, did you, principessa? Didn’t expect me to find you so quickly, mm?” He pulled out of you, making you whimper at the empty feeling his throbbing cock left.

You attempted to speak but couldn’t possibly form the words and just sighed, crying out and clinging on to him when he drove himself all the way inside you again, grabbing your ass and keeping you close to him.

“Such a good fucking girl…” he growled into your ear, “Taking my cock so good… perhaps you’ll get a reward later, pupa…”

You whimpered, pulling on his hair. His cock filling you up or not, his words would’ve done by themselves. The low tone, the need and desire, no matter what he did, he had the power to completely fuck you up.

“Are you coming for me, principessa? Let go, baby … all over my cock…”

You cried out, following his demands. Your legs were shaking and you gripped on to him for dear life as you felt yourself tighten around him, the pleasure washing over you as you whimpered his name each time he hit that spot inside you, fucking you through your orgasm, your eyes shut tightly as he made you see stars and neon lights.

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Fuckin’ February: Day 10

It’s time for more Italian lovin’… Today’s prompt was requested by @toomanystoriessolittletime

PROMPT: “Don’t think you’re going out in… this.” ft. Santino D’Antonio; Words: 601; Warnings: smut;

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Santino was stood by the door, waiting impatiently, another cigarette trapped between his fingers and he took a long drag, holding his breath when you stepped out of the bathroom with your eyes shining brightly, the vision you were gripping hold of him instantly, his gaze flickering down your body.

“Don’t think you’re going out in… this.”

You took few steps closer to him, twirling around as you moved closer, “How you like it, Santi?”

He took another long drag from his cigarette then quickly stubbed it into the ashtray. He sucked in the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

“This is my favorite, I got it just for tonight” you added, but the look in his eyes made you push your bottom lip forward as you kept his gaze.

“No.”

You furrowed your brows, swallowing. The appreciation in his face when he’d looked at you had been so apparent that you could not believe now that he had objections. You blinked back at him, confused, “Santino, did you just say no?”

His eye twitched slightly, his hand balling into a fist, “You heard me, bella. You’re not wearing this tonight. You’re not wearing this around anybody but me.”

“But this dress…”

“This isn’t a dress, this is a fucking underwear!” Santino raised his voice at you and you flinched backwards, your eyes growing wide. He saw the fear in your eyes and stepped closer, “Bella I’m sorry… it’s just…” his large hands cupped your face as his mouth left a trail of little kisses from your chin all the way up to your forehead.

“Santi…” you breathed out when he pulled you closer, his body pressed against your flush.

“I don’t want anyone to see you like this…”

“Let me change then” he placed one last kiss to your temple, before stepping aside.

You walked back to the bags stood by the door to your wardrobe, pulling the satin over your head and letting it fall over the back of one of the stools to your left, could feel Santino’s eyes glued to your back and you increased the gentle sway of your hips, bending down to pull the dress from its bag.

When you rose to stand straight again, you gasped, breathed in the blend of smoke and the spice of his cologne before you felt him, his chest pressed to your back, his hand reaching around to cup your throat, his lips at your ear, his breath tickling your skin. You shivered.

“I want you to get down on your knees for me, bella” watching your curves bounce, seeing your smile of excitement, he’d compromised with himself. He stroked his fingertips over your throat, could feel your shaky breath, then stepped back to let you follow his command, “Now. We don’t have a lot of time.”

You hummed, “Mmmm, no, Santino” you whispered, reaching to unbuckle his belt, then zip down his suit trousers, immensely pleased by the soft sigh of relief that escaped him when you wrapped your fingers around him, started to stroke him slowly as you pulled him out, his cock hot and throbbing in the palm of your hand and you looked up to see him still watching your every movement with hooded lids.

“This is the reason you can’t wear that dress around people… I don’t want them to get hard by the view of your barely covered body, bella.”

“I will remember how this dress works on you, you can be sure of it, Santi.”

“It’s not just the dress… it’s you in it, il tuo corpo è come arte, bella.”

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