#lorenzo di lamberti fanfic

[thesassypadawan]

Kiss Me At Midnight (Lorenzo x FemReader) *Blurb*

Summary: New Year’s Eve, a time to celebrate…ring in the new dawn with those you care for the most.  The moment you hope to share your first kiss, a dance with your lover…and unknowingly something more precious.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there’s sooo much of the smut.  Little lap riding (giddy up), a smidge of rough smex, hint of losing v-card, sweet/smooth Casanova, and… Lorenzo’s long, thick dick (plus those skilled fingers).

Notes:  Happy Holidays, lovelies!  Welcome to track eight of my special holiday mix, Kiss Me At Midnight! ❤️💚

- Five…

- Nudging, slipping the delicate fabric aside.  Long fingers slide up, through your silky folds.  Arousal dampening, wetting…coating them thoroughly.  As he pushes past your trembling entrance.  Warm, tight walls enveloping…trying desperately to suck them in further.

- “En-Enzo,” you whimper, mewl weakly.  Shifting, nuzzling closer on his lap.  Soft breasts pressing to his toned chest, rising and falling in perfect harmony with his breathing.  Tiny tummy brushing against the awakening beast, squirming unabashedly at the feel of his sticky excitement soaking through your paper-thin dress.  “I just wanted…  Wanted a…”

- Four….

- “Sssh…I know, angel,” he murmurs lovingly, hint of mirth behind his words.  Free hand resting and rubbing ‘soothing’ circles on the small of your back.   Lips showering and planting sweet kisses to the top of your head.  “You just wanted a kiss at midnight, to dance into the morning light.”

- “Don’t worry, I do also…”  Palm descends lower, comes to rest on the curve of your plush bottom.  Guiding and rocking your wide hips, syncing their uneven movements together with the steady pump of his digits.  Quickly working you open, trying to prep and prepare you to take him.  “Coupled with…”

- Three…

- Beginning to run out of time, racing to beat the countdown.  Lorenzo hastily removes them from your suffocating heat.  “The want to lavish…”  Coaxing a low, needy whine of protest to fall from your neglected lips.  “The craving to bestow…”  Causing your nails to scratch lightly at his broad shoulders, in a futile attempt to sway him into making you feel full once more.

- Franticly he covers his thick length in your divine nectar, droplets of his desire.  “All the kisses…”   Angling his fat tip, hesitating only for a mere moment.  Before surging and bucking upwards.  “My undying affection and adoration…”  Sheathing and burying himself to the very hilt.  Forcing your precious, virgin cunt to accept every inch in one swift and fluid motion.

- Two…

- “Upon your perfect lips…”  Crying and sniveling.  Instantly overwhelmed by the burning ache and intense stretch.  The sensation from his cock driving harshly, impatiently.  “That unmarred cervix of yours…”  Hitting and abusing, bruising that small spot deep inside yourself.  Making a small bulge appear in your lower stomach with each mighty, powerful surge.   

- Heart and pulse races, harming in your bosom and underneath your skin.  Breaths come out in feverish pants, shallow puffs of hot air.  “Even your sweet, little womb…”  That rise as wispy clouds into the crisp night air.  Along with the muffled, meek sounds that bubble up and out from your throat.  While you’re bounced helplessly, seemingly and happily used as an item of  pleasure.  A means for release, a receptacle.  “I plan to fill that with my love the most…”    

- One…

- Griping your waist firmly, he thrusts…slams into you a final time.  Eyes going crossed, thoughts erasing.  Strangled moan of bliss escaping and echoing, quickly swallowed.  When his honeyed lips crash against yours.  While he holds your hips down, in place…twitches, throbs…stuffs you to the brim with his sticky seed.

- Parting, sighing.  Resting your foreheads, hazy and dazed eyes meet one another.  The same elated smile adorning both your faces.  Despite the cold and dull pain finally setting, seeping into your skin and bones.  “Cheers, my treasure,” Lorenzo whispers, voice carrying over the sound of distant fireworks.  “May this be the start of a hopeful, brilliant future…a VERY fruitful year together.”  

- Happy New Year…

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[jediavengers]

𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲 ⋆ ˚｡⋆

warnings: 18+, smut, mild dumbification, degradation, slapping, forced orgasm, power dynamics, sub!anakin, dom!reader, crying, mentions of alcohol

pairing: sub!bratty!anakin x reader

“5 times. 5 times today you’ve pressed your luck, and i’m done with it.” You slam the door behind you as you storm in your apartment behind Anakin.

“You’re being dramatic, I didn’t even-“

You quickly turned on your heel. A harsh slap across his face to shut him up.

“Dramatic? Do you remember what happened the last time you spoke to me like that?” You snap, your words cold and quiet.

All day Anakin had been a little brat. He’d made several remarks that were unnecessarily rude, slapped your ass multiple times in public settings and tried using the force to touch you.

He was downright careless, doing these things where anyone could see. And you were done with his bullshit.

“Bedroom. Now.”

Anakin’s eyes widened, realizing you weren’t messing around. No, you were mad.

He quickly listened, nearly running to your bedroom.

“Better be stripped and on the bed by the time I get back there.” You shout down the hallway, then you turn to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of wine. Maker knows you needed it.

After you quickly downed the glass, you stormed back to your shared bedroom. There he was, in all his naked glory, laying on his back with a worried look on his pretty face.

His painfully hard cock gave him away.

“Been acting up all day just because you’re fucking horny,” Your words were venomous and came out angrily as you leaned against the door frame. “You really thought I was going to give you what you want? After the way you acted today? Could’ve gotten us in big trouble if anyone saw.”

You took a few steps closer to the bed, causing him to squirm. His cock was painfully hard. The tip was a bright rosy pink, pre-cum leaking out of it and pooling at the base of his dick.

Anakin’s eyes were glossy and his lips were swollen from him biting them so hard. “I-I’m sorry- you’ve just been s-so preoccupied and I-“

“If you want my attention, you ask,” You spit, shaking your head and grabbing a vibrator out of your bedside table. “You don’t act like a little bitch in front of a bunch of people.”

Anakin’s eyes widen and he stutters. “I’m sorry! I p-promise I won’t do it again-“

“Isn’t that what you said last time? And last time I let you off the hook. You need a good reminder of why you are supposed to listen to what I tell you.”

You quickly climb onto the bed, your expression seething. Turning on the vibrator, you immediately put it on the highest setting. Then you harshly grab his dick, wrapping your hand tightly around his shaft.

Anakin lets out a yelp that’s a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Shut up.” You seethe, gripping his cock harder. A few tears roll down his face and you briefly feel bad. But after feeling his cock twitch in your hands, your sympathy flutters away, knowing he was enjoying your anger.

You begin to quickly pump his cock and place the vibrator on his tip, giving him no foreplay or buildup.

Anakin lets out a cry of pain and he arches his back, pre-cum leaking out of his tip and soaking the vibrator.

“Please- no!” He cries out, causing you to smirk. He may act like he wasn’t enjoying it, but the little bitch was. He knew his safe word, and he wasn’t using it.

“No? No what? No, don’t stop?” You began pumping his cock faster, wet sounds bouncing off the walls as you squeezed him tightly.

“Gonna-“ Anakin whined.

“No. Don’t you dare fucking cum.”

You took the vibrator and your hand away, causing him to gasp and let out a cry. His cheeks were soaked with tears and bright red. His pretty curls clung to his sweaty forehead. “Please- please.. i’m so s-sorry.. i’ll do better. I’m your good boy, remember? You- you know i’m your good boy!”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “You want to be a good boy? Fucking act like one.”

You began to aggressively pump his dick again and placed the vibrator at his ballsack. Anakin threw his head back and began to squirm, crying out. “Please!” He sobbed.

“Please? You’re so pathetic. Fine, cum.” You chided, stroking him quickly. You felt his cock twitch in your hands and you squeezed right below his tip, pumping him shallowly to make him cum.

God, he was pathetic.

He let out the most pornographic sounds as he came, spurts upon spurts of his seed squirting onto his stomach, your hands and some on the bed.

You didn’t stop there. Your stroking got quicker and more aggressive. “Give me another one, Ani. Come on.”

Anakin tried to squirm away, but you angrily squeezed his cock, causing him to yelp. “No-please! Stop!”

“Shut the hell up.” You demand, continuing to stroke him at an animalistic pace.

Anakin let out a loud moan, his cock twitching in your hands and spurting more of his seed out onto his stomach.

You egged him through his second orgasm and pulled away, shaking your head. “Next time you act like a little child, you remember this. Cause I’m not finished with you.”

[ladyanaschmidt]

🍁 You flee with Lorenzo from Florence 🍁

🍁 Words: 1k

⚠️ Notices: The Zoroastrian religion was mentioned as a curiosity and is far from Italy. 🍁 English is not my first language, please forgive any mistakes. Enjoy, comment, and like! 🍁

You were still asleep on his chest when Lorenzo woke up in the middle of the night. They were heading away from the city, Lorenzo was taking care of taking you away from the conflict and escaping with you. He was distressed, but the sight of the tired woman calmed his heart. Adjusting her body better under the heavy blankets on the wood, she brought her right hand to the blonde bangs, lightly pressed against the other's forehead, a remnant of the pleasant night they shared. However, when he touches someone else's forehead, he feels its feverish temperature. Worried, he tries to wake him up with a warm seal on his lips, whispering his name to wake him up. Looking at the brown orbs watching him lightly kissing the pink lips, Lorenzo shows his concern:

Is everything okay, my love? - he asked. Resting his nose on the young woman's forehead, feeling the warmer skin, circling the female torso with his arms. The hairs on his bare skin stood on end with the cold. Attracting Lorenzo's attention, who felt her tremble in his embrace. - You were so tired that you fell asleep in my arms… - she said. Smoothing your back with your fingers. Female hands resting on his chest, drawing small circles with her fingertips, trying to distract herself from the subject that had been on her mind for weeks. - What is the problem? I hurt you and you don't want to tell me? - His eyes expressing fear as he analyzed the entire slender silhouette in front of him. She slightly turns her face towards you, saying furiously:

No, it's nothing like that. - You get up carefully, sitting with your back to the man, covering your breasts with the blanket, planning your next words. - I have important news to tell you, but I'm distressed. - Lamberti snuggles onto her back, taking due care not to press his weight on her, resting his manly chin on her shoulder, planting his feet on the wood to stabilize his body, feeling the slight trembling of the carriage they paid for to escape.

Know that I will be with you even in hell, I will take care of you as long as I am alive. - Her hands seek Lorenzo's, letting the blanket reveal her nakedness and that of her lover, finding her fingers and intertwining them over firm feminine thighs. - You can tell me anything you want, please.

You'll have to be twice as careful from now on. - Interrogative, Lorenzo frowns, lightly laying her body on his arm. To look into your crying eyes. - I'm pregnant, Lorenzo. - the words are whispered, as if proclaiming such happiness in such dark times were a crime. Lamberti takes a few seconds to process the information, and when he does, genuine tears of happiness adorn the brunette's face, sobs burst from his throat, his arms joyfully squeeze the body connected to his, the salty drops also flood the feminine eyes. Directing her partner's right hand to her belly, so that she could also feel the pulse of life that came from her.

I am the happiest man in the world… - He affectionately moved his palm over the heated and slightly swollen skin, highlighting the slight human presence in the slender body. His tears were dried by his wife's hands. - I swear to you, I will move heaven and earth to protect you both. - He turned to her, kissing her forehead for a long time, feeling her fever go down slightly. Laying her back again on the soft pillows of the carriage, he sought out her full lips. Starting a slow kiss, which transformed the entire atmosphere that surrounded them, making the environment unique and special. His hands supported the weight at the side of the childish body, never putting pressure on his beloved's belly area, their tongues moving unhurriedly, with delight and a salty taste due to the tears of happiness on both their faces. - I don't want to leave you to seek justice…

You know it's the right thing to do, but I want to ask you something. - he said firmly.

Whatever you want, I would do anything for you. - he stated with conviction. Waiting for his order, she however pointed to a box that was near the unlit lamp next to the bed, in a silent request for Lorenzo to take it for himself. When he opened it, after moving her eyes, he faced a steel pendant. - What is this?

This is the Faravahar, the most powerful symbol of my creed. - He handed the piece into her hands, holding her waist to sit behind him, placing her long hair on the side of his shoulder. Breathing in the wonderful scent of silky strands. - The man in the center is the Sage, the two wings represent good thoughts and actions. However, the lower tail tells about the evils that are the cause of human misery, so they point downwards. - Lorenzo listened to everything with complete attention, fascinated by her knowledge of the people. - The ring represents the universe, the cycle of life, and man's alliance with God. And finally, the curves below are the good and bad forces within every man. - She sighed, pressing the object against her bare chest, saying a brief prayer and watching the fire to complete the request. - I want you to keep it.

I can't accept this gift, it's too much for me, my princess. - He denied it, he didn't feel worthy of taking something so important to her with him. - Stay with him to protect him, please.

I ask in the name of our son. - You begged. The eyes become transparent with tears. - When you give me this pendant back, it will be to bless our son at the end of all this. Promise me you'll fight to come back to us. - She placed the pendant on the other's neck, kissing the flesh of his collarbone, wetting the skin with worried tears. - I want a world far from Florence to raise our son, pray before the fire for wisdom and strength for me and our heir. - She held his face, looking into his cerulean eyes, which were crying with concern. He held the pendant in his hand, and promised, with a determined voice, before kissing her one last time:

I swear on my son's life that I will do everything so that he grows up in a world of peace alongside us, it's a promise.

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