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thepaperpanda · 3 years ago

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 7 - Mutual pleasure || Massimo Torricelli x fem!reader

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Summary: Massimo and you have a blast working on your mutual pleasure on the second date.

Warnings: smut (6️⃣9️⃣, unprotected p in v)

Word count: 1530

Author: Rouge

A/N: the prompt for today is: 69

You tossed your long Y/H/C hair over your shoulders and reapplied your red lipstick in the mirror. You looked at yourself one more time and smiled. You looked down at your iPhone.

Massimo had just texted to ask you to be a little late because he got held up in a meeting. You pulled around the block and waited several minutes, then texted him that you were outside.

You were freezing. You wore an oversized striped button down with a few buttons undone on the sides and enough buttons loose on the front to expose some cleavage. Additionally, you'd wear a black leather jacket, skinny jeans, and leather boots. To warm yourself up, you smoothed your hands over your curves. Massimo was the one you were hoping would warm you up. In spite of this, although you were pretty sure that you would have sex tonight, you weren't someone who would be that forthcoming.

Together, you went back inside his apartment.

From across the kitchen, he looked at you and you thought he was going to kiss you, but he just smiled and told you you had a good glasses game. You could feel yourself starting to get turned on as he bit his lip and complimented you, your pussy getting a little wet and your clit swelling just a little.

He looked at you across the couch after you ate the late supper and finally asked if he could kiss you. Although you were surprised he knew how to ask for something instead of demanding it, your heart exploded with desire as soon as his lips touched yours. As he moved his hands up and under your shirt, he moved you around on his lap and grabbed your cute, generous ass through your jeans.

"No bra, huh?" Massimo teased, playing with your hardened nipples.

"I wanted to give you easier access," you laughed briefly. You slowly moved your hips as you licked his neck and nibbled on his ear.

"I want to eat you out," Torricelli said, simply and matter of factly.

His directness and frankness about something you so desperately wanted amazed you. You didn't need to hear that twice. You let out a sigh and said, "Yes, please."

After taking your hand, he led you to the bedroom where he commanded you to lie on the bed, and then he unzipped your pants, pulling them over your hips and under your ass until he discarded them on the floor.

He took a moment to look at you before unbuttoning your shirt and kissing down your body, kissing your perky, round tits and teasing you with his tongue as he took your nipple in his mouth. You let out soft moans as he played with your tits, and used one finger to trace the slit between your pussy lips through your lacy panties.

"So fucking wet," he said to you as he bit his lip. "I can't wait to taste you, amore mio."

He kissed down your soft stomach and down your hips, and he spread your legs and pulled off your panties. He kneeled in front of you and started gently licking the entire length of your pussy with his whole tongue, avoiding her clit the first few times and then gently circling it with his tongue. You grasped the sheets underneath and tilted your head backward in pleasure letting out a long, loud moan.

"Fuck yes, that feels so fucking good. Jesus fucking Christ," you whispered, running the tip of your tongue along your upper lip.

He continued to gently and methodically lick and tease you. He then put two fingers inside of you and started stroking your sensitive spot while moving his fingers in and out of your soaking, throbbing pussy. You were ready to come, and couldn't hold it in any longer. He pumped his fingers in and out of you while he licked your clit with a rhythm that made you come, harder than you had in a long time. You thought Massimo would be done, but he waited until your first orgasm subsided. Torricelli continued to gently touch your G-spot as his fingers moved in and out of you. He licked around your inner lips until you were less sensitive and he moved back up to your clit. You came again, this time within seconds of his tongue touching your clit again.

You pulled him up and kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips; it was a delicious sensation. "You are really skilled, Massimo," you purred. You quickly undid his shirt and pants, and he helped you remove both his pants and boxers in one go. You looked at him, straddled him, and kissed him passionately. As your tongue explored his mouth, you could still taste your pussy. As you kissed him down his neck and chest, you played with his chest hair, and you licked each of his nipples. After reaching down, you gently stroked his cock as you made your way between his legs and knelt between them.

You made sure to catch his eye, and before you could take him in your mouth, he said, "You know, I jerked off a few times earlier today thinking about this."

You licked your lips, smiling at him mischievously.

He looked you in the eye and whispered, "You're so fucking hot, Y/N."

You licked around the head and then took his whole cock in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, choking on him, as you moved your mouth up and down as he got harder and harder. You started playing with his balls with your spare hand at his request, gently caressing them and then licking down his cock and taking them in your mouth.

Massimo moaned deeply.

You took him in your mouth again, licking your way up and down his cock before deep throating him again.

He pulled you up to him and said, "I want you to ride my cock."

You straddled him quickly and used your hand to guide him inside you. You both moaned as he entered your wet pussy. You rode his cock, Massimo played with your tits, you used one hand to play with his balls and moaned as they moved your hips together, making sure he got as deep inside you as possible.

You looked at him and claimed, "You know, I wanted you to watch me touch myself..."

As you rode his cock, you circled your clit with your index and middle fingers and told him how good it felt to have him inside you. In a matter of minutes, you would reach another climax and your pussy would constrict around his cock. As you breathed in, you uttered, "Oh my god, that feels so fucking good."

As soon as Massimo pulled away from you, he laid down on his side and told you he wanted to try the sixty-nine.

You couldn't pass up another opportunity to let him lick your pussy; you were already dreaming about his soft tongue exploring your soft folds. Straddling his face slowly, you leaned down and took his cock in your mouth again. At first, your tongue swirled around his tip before you took his entire length into your mouth, resting his tip against the back of your throat, gagging a bit, and feeling tears form in the corners of your eyes as you did.

Your folds were slowly dragged up and down by Massimo's tongue. With one of his strong hands, he spread your pussy lips to gain better access. He then stuck his tongue into your pussy, trying to lick your inner walls that were already so slick from your previous orgasm that his cock twitched as he tasted you.

You moaned loudly around his cock, sending vibes through his member.

As Massimo flicked his tongue up and down your clit again, he nestled his free hand onto the crown of your head, pushing you closer to his groin. Eventually, he stopped eating you out and spat on your exposed clit, eliciting a loud whimper from you. "Does it feel good, huh?" Torricelli asked, his voice husky.

You whimpered after pulling his cock out of your mouth with a loud pop. "Yes, oh God, yes!"

Massimo chuckled and started eating your pussy again; his middle and index fingers soon joined his tongue, stretching your pussy out nicely.

"Fuck!" You muttered loudly and returned to sucking on his throbbing cock.

You licked and sucked each other until you both came.

When he spurted his thick cum into your mouth, you swallowed it all like a good girl.

As your pussy clung around his fingers, Massimo swallowed all of your juices that poured out of your cunt and cleaned you up with his tongue.

After getting off him, you were tucked in his strong arms, as his hands ran up and down your back, teasing your spine and sending chills all over your naked, hot body.

"Amore mio, è stato perfetto," a loving whisper brushed against your ear before Massimo bit on your earlobe gently.

You sighed and rubbed his forearms, smiling widely to yourself. Another smutty intercourse was already on your agenda.

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shoot-the-oneshot · 3 years ago

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Are you going to be updating counting the days?

Hello yes I definitely took a break from it but with the second movie coming out I’ll pick it back up not exactly sure when new parts will come out but they are definitely in the works ❤️

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mrsavery · 4 years ago

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I am not going anywhere

Massimo Torricelli x Reader

Warning: Smut, curse words, fighting.

Summary: You are Massimo’s mistress that he fucks every night wants. One day you get enough and want to leave, because you have fallen in love with him.

Words: 2329

Note: The text in cursive means that they are having a conversation in Italian.

You had enough of him, of his body, voice, and touch. You were tired of not being able to be his, not being able to call him yours, not being able to tell how much he meant to you. The last few months were filled with pain and sadness, as he continued to come and go in the nights. He did not see the pain in your eyes, the tears that fell after he was gone. You were just a toy for him that he used whenever he wanted.

It all started with a one-night stand two years ago. You were on a family vacation and decided to walk around the city alone, while your parents and siblings decided to go shopping. You never liked shopping, and as usual you went your own way. The city was magical, and you spent hours walking around, taking pictures, and learning more about the history from a few guides that were with a group of tourists.

Around six in the evening you decided to finally return to your hotel and meet your family for a diner. On your way there you were too distracted by the beautiful pictures on your phone that you ran in the man.

“Please forgive me!” You said in Italian without looking up. You had learned Italian in school, and this one of the rare places where you could use it. Nobody in your family spoke Italian, since you decided to learn it instead of German, and in your country, there was no need to use this language.

When you moved away and looked in the eyes of the man you had run into, you were taken aback by his features. He had short, midnight black hair and piercing brown eyes that bore into your soul and made your knees weak. He was powerful and dangerous, you could see that by his posture, clothes and two bodyguards behind hm.

You did not want to get into trouble with this Italian god, so you apologize again, ignoring his hands on your waist and butterflies in your stomach. “I am truly sorry for running into you. I was in my own world and did not watch where I was going. If there is anything I can do – “

His hand moved from your waist to your arm, and you stopped talking. “Go out with me.” He said and with that everything started.

You spent almost every night of your vacation with him, and when it was time to leave, Massimo persuaded you to stay. Your family supported your choice, but made you promise that you would fly home and visit them as often as you could. As they left, you found a nice and affordable place in the city, ignoring the fact that Massimo wanted to pay for it. You had stayed here not only because of Massimo, but because of yourself too. You knew that Italy would be the best place for you to find yourself, be yourself and most importantly be happy. Back in home you did not feel happy, but here things were different.

You got the job as an architect and divided your time between it and Massimo. He came every night, sometimes took you to his house and sometimes took you out on dates. Soon enough your one-night stand had changed into an arrangement where you spent each night with him. No strings attached, no feelings involved, no sleeping with other people.

Without realizing, you had fallen for him. You loved everything about him, his voice, his eyes, his touch… everything. As your day went, you thought about Massimo and counted hours to see him. When he was getting ready to leave you in early mornings, you silently prayed for him not to leave, but Massimo never stayed.

The few last months were hell for you because your feelings grew stronger and stronger, and you were not able to stop them. This whole thing was hurting you, and you decided to do the only thing you could to make the pain go away – leave.

You were almost done packing your things when your doorbell rang. It was two in the day, and you had taken a day off to pack your things and write a goodbye letter for Massimo, knowing that you will not be able to look into his eyes. You walked to your front door, wiped away the tears that had fallen, and opened doors without asking. Massimo had made sure that you lived in a safe neighborhood and that no one would ever try to lay a finger on you.

You cursed under your breath when you realized that the person in front of you was Massimo. He changed all your plans, and with him here it will be harder to leave, but you will have to do it. There was no other way how to end the pain in your heart. “What are you going here?” You asked him.

“This is not how you greet me, baby girl!” He said louder that he was usually talking and stormed in the apartment. “Are you going anywhere?”

You rolled your eyes and closed the doors. “I am leaving.”

These three words made Massimo stop and turn around to face me. “What do you mean? Where are you going?”

“Home.” You moved around the room and stood in front of a carbon box, where you had put all the things Massimo had given to you over the two years. You took it in your hands and went to Massimo who was watching you with a furious expression. “Here are all the things you have given to me. I am returning them all to you.” That made him angrier.

Massimo took the box out of your hands and threw it on the floor near your feet. “You are not going anywhere, [Y/N]!”

“You don’t have any right to tell me what I can or cannot do!” You shouted in reply.

He walked closer to you, but you took a step back. “Baby girl, you are forgetting who I am and what can I do.”

You laughed and moved even further away from him. You were not afraid of him, and you will not let him get under your skin. “I don’t care who you are, Massimo. The only person who would have any right to say something in this case would be my husband, but I do not have him, so I am making my own decisions. I am leaving, and nothing is going to stop me from doing that.”

Massimo was even angrier than before. If a look could kill, you would be dead right now. It took him two second to be in front of you and trap you between his body and the wall. “What are you – “

“Shut the fuck up!” He almost shouted in your face. Now you were scared. You have never seen Massimo like this, and it was scaring you. “You are not going anywhere; do you understand me? You. Are. Not. Going. Anywhere.”

You closed your eyes, without wanting to look at his beautiful but painful face. You were on the edge of crying, and you did not want him to see you crying, because you did not want to look weak in front of him. You were strong, and you knew it, and because of that you decided to leave this all behind.

“Why are you doing this to me?” You whispered in the silent room. The only thing that could be heard were our breaths.

“Why are you leaving?” He asked me in return.

“Don’t you see it? Are you really that blind?” You opened your eyes and let the tears fall. This was not the way how you imagined telling him about your feelings. You never imagined telling him about your feelings at all, since you were just a fuck buddy for him. Your eyes met his dark ones, and you poured your heart our through the tears. “I am fucking in love with you, Massimo! And I cannot keep letting you to fuck me every night and then leave, knowing that you will never love me! I am tired of crying my heart out every night, I cannot -”

Massimo did not let you finish, because he kissed you with a force. His hands went around your waist, and he pressed you harder into his embrace. You tried pushing him away, but his hold on you was too strong.

“Stop fighting me, woman!” Massimo said, after you did bite hard onto his lower lip, resulting with blood coming from the wound.

“Then let me go, jerk!” You fought against his hold, but not every single one of your attempts changed the situation. You were still in his arms, and Massimo was a long way away from letting you go.

“Never, my love, never.” Massimo moved his face closer to yours, and this time you did not protest, knowing that it would not change anything. You were trapped under his strong body, without a chance to get free. Tears were still falling from your cheeks, but Massimo managed to wipe them away with his hand.

He looked into your eyes. “I love you. I have loved you from the moment you ran into my arms that day.” Massimo smiled, moved his head closer to mine and pressed a light kiss on my forehead. “I thought that you would never love me, and that is why I continued to come here every night. I could not let you go, and, at the same time, I could not reveal my feelings for you. I was afraid that you would – “

You could not believe what he was saying. Massimo, the man you thought would never love you, admitted his feelings for you. He was in love with you, and it was everything to you. You forgot about your plans, about the position you were in, about time and place. You forgot everything and did the only thing that felt right at that moment – you kissed Massimo, pouring all your love into the kiss.

You moved your hands from his chest and wrapped them around his neck to move his head closer to yours. Your lips started to move in one rhythm, and you opened your mouth to allow Massimo’s tongue to enter. As you continued to kiss, he took you in his arms and moved to the bed.

“Fuck the clothes!” With one fast movement Massimo threw your suitcase off the bed, and all your things fell on the floor.

You helped to take of his black dress shirt by ripping it apart. The buttons flew everywhere, and it made Massimo chuckle. He freed you of your shirt and then shorts, leaving you only in your gray underwear. You were able to see desire in his eyes, as he took a step back to take of his pants and look at your body.

You bit your lower lip at the view in front of you. A hot and very naked Italian god was standing in front of you, ready to take you. Scars and tattoos covered his body and made him look even hotter in your eyes. “Such a tease.” Massimo groaned, as he climbed over you.

You felt his member against your wet core and that turned you on even more. You closed your eyes, as his hands started to move over your stomach, towards your breasts. Massimo grabbed your breasts through the bra, and you pulled his hair when he bit into your neck.

While he was kissing your bare neck and shoulders and at the same time massaging your breasts, you grew impatient. Massimo moved lower and lover, and his lips found your breasts. He took of your underwear and took your left nipple in his mouth. He sucked and bit it, and with every movement you pulled his hair harder and harder.

While he continued to tease you by kissing and licking your body, you grew impatient and squeezed his member with your hand. Massimo hissed in return and stopped his actions, only to move higher and meet your lips. “I. Want. You. Now. Massimo.” You said between kisses and pressed your lower body closer to his. You were ready and wet for him.

With one fast movement he trusted into you. Your walls wrapped themselves around his body, and you both moaned from the sensation. This was the first time when Massimo was inside you without any barrier. You could perfectly feel his long and hot member moving inside and outside you.

At this moment you did not care about getting pregnant. Everything was possible, and even if you would get pregnant, the baby would be loved by you and Massimo. You both had though about family together, but never talked about it loudly since both were afraid of rejection. You were afraid that he would leave you if you got pregnant, Massimo, on the other hand, was afraid that you would do an abortion.

Just like you, Massimo understood that from this moment everything changed, but most importantly, your relationship. You did know where this will go, but you knew only one thing – you will be in this together.

His trusts became faster and harder, and brought you closer to your release. “Let it go, baby girl.” Massimo groaned and then kissed you when you finally let it go and came. A Few trusts later he came too, spilling his hot seed inside you.

“I love you, Massimo.” You pressed a light kiss on his nose and smiled. “So, so much.”

Massimo took his member out and moved to the side to take you in his arms. Your head rested on his chest, and you felt his heartbeat under your hands. “You are my world, my everything. My heart is beating for you, and that is the reason why I cannot let you go.”

You moved your head to look at his face and with a smile said, “I am not going anywhere, not anymore.”

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chasing-classics · 5 years ago

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Tag, You’re It- Massimo Torricelli x Reader (Smut)

Pairing(s): Massimo Torricelli x Reader

Warning(s): Smut, dub-con, rough sex, language, kidnapping. Potentially triggering themes. Spoilers.

Summary: Post!365 Days, Massimo is out for revenge following the events of the film, and who better to pay than the daughter of his rival gang’s leader. Based on Melanie Martinez’s song ‘’Tag, You’re It.’’

PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR PART FIVE PART SIX PART SEVEN PART EIGHT PART NINE PART TEN EPILOGUE

Looking at me through your window Boy, you had your eye out for a little

You squealed in absolute excitement, holding the acceptance letter to your chest and jumping up and down in joy. You had done it, you were accepted to your dream university in the United States, and while the thought of leaving your family here in Italy tugged at your heart, you were unbelievably thrilled at the adventures that awaited you. Although you had taken some time off between graduating from secondary school to now, it was worth it. You were ready to take that next step and pursue an honest career. You loved your father with all of your heart, but you wanted to distance yourself from the family ‘’business’’ as far as possible, especially with the threat of a mafia war breaking out between your family and the Torricelli clan.

‘’Papà,’’ you grabbed your phone, stepping outside of your lavish mansion into the warm summer morning light.

‘’Y/n, yes? Is everything alright?’’ your elderly father’s concerned voice answered.

‘’ Papà, I got accepted into Harvard University. I’m going to America,’’ you beamed, clutching the strap of your sundress in sheer excitement.

‘’Oh, honey. I’m so proud. Your mother, she’d be so proud of you, y/n,’’ you could practically hear the happy tears in your father’s voice.

‘’Thank you, Papà. I know.’’

‘’Well if you’re going to the states in fall, you’ll need new clothes-‘’

‘’ Papà-‘’

‘’Now y/n I insist, let a father spoil his daughter, eh?’’ your father caught you off with his deep chuckle. ‘’I’ll wire the money into your account, we’ll have a big dinner in celebration tonight, ok?’’

‘’Alright Papà, thank you. Ti amo,’’ you smiled, already walking towards the limo that was magically awaiting you.

‘’Ti amo bella, ciao.’’

You analyzed your figure that was currently in a beautiful designer dress. It was something out of a fairytale, the details complimented your figure and you felt like a million bucks. No one else was in the shop, the owner recognized who you were and immediately shooed everyone out to give you all the freedom to shop despite your protests. She had quietly entered the back room to show you more dresses in various colors and styles, but you had your heart set on the one you were currently wearing. You had to admit, you loved the dress. It was white, a color that had always looked amazing on you, and you couldn’t wait to wow your close friends and family tonight. You hadn’t noticed the tall figure looming behind you in the mirror.

‘’That’s a beautiful dress,’’ a deep voice startled you, leading you to twirl around.

There, in the middle of the shop, stood the most handsome man you had ever laid eyes on. His skin was sun kissed, his eyes like warm pools of chocolate. He had to have been part god, or at the very least sculped by one. But the way his eyes scanned you led you to believe something was amiss. He had the same look in his eyes the way a lion would when stalking a lone, helpless gazelle. The smirk on his face did little to ease your nerves.

‘’Thank you,’’ you whispered, suddenly feeling very exposed. As you remained on the round platform, he slowly began to move around you. Ready to pounce. Stalking.

‘’I’m sorry for startling you. My fiancé had a dress that needed to be picked up here,’’ his voice was like velvet. A private symphony to your ears. You felt yourself calm down at the mention of a fiancé; of course a man this good looking had a woman. You offered a warm smile, hoping he wouldn’t notice the apprehension that still lurked in your e/c hues.

‘’No it’s alright, I just didn’t hear you come in.’’ He returned your smile, finally stopping right in front of you, between your body and the large mirror. His eyes raked up your body, lingering a little too long on your breasts before falling once more on your eyes. He looked familiar, you realized. You couldn’t place it, but you knew you had seen those honey-brown eyes somewhere before. Dread slowly spread throughout your being.

‘’Have we met?’’ you asked, steadying your voice as you calculated how many seconds it would take to make a dash for your phone.

‘’Officially, no. But I know who you are, baby girl.’’ One step closer to you.

Your heartbeat sped up in your chest, turning your head to look for your driver who was meant to be stationed outside.

‘’I wouldn’t bother. Your friend is a bit. . .preoccupied.’’

You could feel the heat radiating off his body as he slowly closed the space between the two of you. Your blood turned to ice. The second you heard him reach up to grab you, you jerked your body away and made a run for the door. You had gotten two, maybe three steps in before you were kicked to the tiled floor of the dress shop. You cried out as your body made contact with the unforgiving ground, desperately clawing when you felt the man’s hands grip your ankles and drag you back towards him. You glanced at your purse that was within your reach and kicked back at your attacker, hitting him in his chest and freeing yourself. You scrambled to your bag, quickly grabbing your phone and frantically trying to call your father. You didn’t even notice you were crying until you felt the tears drip down your heaving chest. With one hand gripping your phone and the other pushing yourself toward the door, you used all of your strength to make a break for it.

‘’Y/n?’’ you had never been more relieved to hear your father’s voice.

‘’ Papà! Help!’’ you screamed before the man wrestled the phone from your ear and pinned your body down.

‘’Y/n?? Y/N!’’ your father’s voice roared on the other end.

The man calmly raised the phone to his ear, his other hand pressing your cheek onto the cold floor while his body pinned you down. You sobbed as he stroked your hair in a way that could almost be considered lovingly.

‘’Now you’ll know how it feels to have what you love most taken from you,’’ your attacker hissed.

‘’Massimo!’’ you heard your father roar before the phone was smashed right beside your face.

‘’Massimo,’’ you whispered before you felt a cloth with a distinctly sweet odor emitting from it shoved to your mouth and nose. Then it all went black.

Running through the parking lot He chased me and he wouldn't stop Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it

You awoke with a throbbing headache, groaning as your blurred vision began to focus. You blinked, noticing that you were in a dark room, the walls a bloody-wine colored red and the room was cold enough to give you goosebumps. You shivered, gasping when you realized your hands and feet were cuffed to the bed you were laying face-down on. You cried out, struggling against the cuffs, the metal nipping the soft skin of your wrists and ankles. The beautiful white dress you had adorned earlier was still on your shaking form…for now.

‘’Oh God, please, no,’’ you sobbed, cheek against the silk sheets below you.

‘’No. There’s no God here,’’ a familiar deep voice called from the darkness, filling your entire being with dread. You couldn’t even meet his gaze if you wanted to, you could barely look up. You thrashed when you felt his warm hand trail up your leg.

‘’Just me,’’ he growled out, taking in your shaking form. The dress had ridden up your body during your struggle, your more intimate parts barely being covered by it. Massimo swallowed thickly, his hand going up your inner thigh and stopping short of your core, but he reveled in the heat that came from you.

‘’M-Massimo. Please. Please, whatever you want I can work something-‘’

‘’YOU can’t give me what I want! NOBODY can!’’ he snarled above you, causing you to sob uncontrollably and duck your head in a pathetic attempt of protecting yourself. The sight of you so petrified helped Massimo reign in his anger, he deep exhaled and regained his cool demeanor.

‘’Your father took her away from me. My everything. Now he’s going to pay,’’ Massimo growled out.

‘’I had nothing to do with my father’s actions,’’ you meekly cried out, keeping your legs locked together and trying to tuck into yourself.

‘’Neither did Laura,’’ Massimo whispered above you. You gasped when you felt him unlock the handcuffs around your ankles. You remained completely stiff, terrified of what he had planned for you, although you had a gut feeling about it.

Your hands were freed next and you resisted the urge to rub your sore wrists, but whimpered when Massimo gently turned you over so that you were finally able to look him in the eyes. He was dangerous, the devil himself. His hand gently held your chin, his eyes surveilling you.

‘’I’m going to give you one chance and one chance only to escape. If you can find your way out of my mansion, you are free to go,’’ he spoke calmly and that alone sent alarms throughout your entire being. You swallowed a sob.

‘’And if I can’t?’’ you asked apprehensively, eyes shiny with unshed tears. His smirk sent chills down your spine.

‘’You’re mine. For as long as I need you.’’

You silently cried, feeling very much like a mouse stuck between the massive paws of a lion. He was toying with you, setting you up to fail. You wondered if this is how a lamb felt on its’ way to the slaughterhouse.

‘’Well? It’s either that or I give you no chance at all and you submit right now. I’ll even give you a head start, principessa,’’ he stepped away from you, leaning against the red walls of the room. His tongue slowly licked at his bottom lip as he watched you carefully. Your breathing became labored as a million thoughts ran through your mind.

‘’Ten. . .nine. . eight-,’’ you sprung from the bed, sprinting out the door and staggering down the hallway of the mansion. You cried as you raced down the colossal estate. Your tears left a trail behind you and your lungs were on fire as you tried your best not to trip down the grand staircase. You desperately searched for a sign of a window or a doorway, anything that alluded to an exit.

‘’Ready or not, here I come,’’ Massimo’s thundering voice called from the distance.

‘’Shit shit shit,’’ you murmured, your bare feet slapping against the tiled floors.

You practically sobbed in relief when you saw a large door, what could only be an exit, given its’ size. With all of your might you pried open the double doors, your heart quickly falling into the depths of your stomach when you saw a large mattress in the middle of a room. The lights were dimmed but you could see the chains on the bed as clear as day. Your teeth clenched as you let out a devastating cry. Not even bothering to fight when you felt two hands grip your shoulders and Massimo’s breath on your neck.

‘’Tag, you’re it.’’

Can anybody hear me I'm hidden under ground Can anybody hear me am I talking to myself Saying, "tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it" He's saying, "tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it"

You had no clue how long you had been held here. Whether it had been hours or days or even weeks, time did not exist in this place. You were sickened to say that you were grateful that Massimo hadn’t taken advantage of you, but the anxiety that came from being kidnapped by the gang leader of one of the most powerful mafia families was overwhelming. You were fed and clothed and permitted to walk around the spacious room, but the door were always locked and you had no means of escaping. All you could do was lay down in a bed that was not your own and wonder how much longer it would be until you would be murdered, raped, or both. The chances of your father’s men locating you were slim, your chances of being rescued were miniscule.

You flinched but made no sound when Massimo’s knuckles grazed your cheek. You were so preoccupied with your thoughts you hadn’t noticed him enter the room. You slowly rose your head, clutching the sheets to your body in an attempt to shield yourself from his hawkish gaze.

‘’You look so sad, baby girl,’’ Massimo’s voice sent unwarranted flutters in your stomach.

‘’I’ve been kidnapped by Sicily’s most dangerous man, I’m not sad. . .I’m petrified.’’ His warm chocolate eyes locked on yours’ as he stood over you.

‘’Have I hurt you? Have I not fed you, provided you with water and clothes? Do your lungs still have air in them? That’s more than what your father and his men gave Laura,’’ Massimo’s voice became more rough as he continued, but you resisted the urge to wince and continued looking into his eyes.

‘’Would Laura want this?’’

You yelped when Massimo’s massive hand wrapped around your neck in a firm grip, not enough to bruise your skin but surely enough to warn you to shut up. His nostrils flared as he snarled in your face. ‘’YOU don’t get to talk about her. You didn’t know her!’’ he roared, you shaking underneath him. The moment the tears escaped the corners of your eyes Massimo’s hand immediately withdrew from your neck as he sighed. You twitched when you felt him begin to rub your arms in an attempt to soothe you.

‘’Give it time, you’ll want me. Just as she did.’’

You sniffled as you looked up into the man who took everything from you. ‘’Surely you’re above raping an innocent woman?’’ you bit out. Massimo scoffed, hand trailing up to cradle the side of your face. His thumb swiped across your bottom lip in a suggestive manner.

‘’I’m not above anything anymore, baby girl. Your father made sure of that. Don’t test me.’’

You watched as he stood up, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. You remained perfectly still on the bed, watching. He was beautiful, truly the devil in human form. Sin in its’ most beautiful embodiment. The various tattoos on his tan flesh captivated you and you cursed at the slight throbbing within your core. Massimo picked up on this, biting back a smirk as his eyes trailed up your exposed legs and cleavage.

‘’You look so beautiful, principessa,’’ his husky voice led you to close your eyes in an attempt to resist him; to resist this.

You gasped when you felt him hover above you, the warmth of his skin and the delicious weight of his body sabotaging your resolve. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, seeing how you’d react. When you did not fight him, he pressed another to your neck, slowly trailing up to your jaw. It felt divine. His facial hair tickled your skin and you gasped when his hands mapped the curves of your body. You fisted the silk sheets beneath you, your body squirming from both the increasing desire building up within you and the desire to resist him.

‘’Just give in, baby girl. Let me make you feel good,’’ he grunted, slowly thrusting his hips into yours. His hardened manhood could easily be felt between the fabric of his pants and the flimsy fabric of your silk night shorts. You whimpered as his thrusts became more forceful, his lips crashing into yours as his hands gently held yours’ and pinned them on either side of your head. The blood was rushing to your cheeks and to your core as he ground himself against you. As his tongue explored the cavern of your mouth, his hand moved to grope your breast.

You cried out when his fingers tweaked and pinched at your sensitive bud, the smile on Massimo’s face evident as he continued kissing you fervently.

‘’Tell me what you want, baby girl. I’ll give you everything,’’ he groaned, cradling your head as his hips thrusted against you.

‘’Please,’’ you whined, closing your eyes and gasping when his mouth moved south and began suckling at your clothed nipple while his hand continued teasing the other. Your hands ran through his hair, tugging at it when he nipped at your sensitive bud.

‘’Louder,’’ he grunted as his other hand began rubbing against your clothed clit.

‘’Oh God, Massimo please,’’ you moaned out, shifting your hips to gain more friction.

You were convinced that he truly was the embodiment of sin. The way he made you feel and the way he knew exactly how to use your body to bend to his will was proof enough. He pulled away from you abruptly, you crying out in protest as you lay there a panting and needy mess. His hooded eyes looked over your body, squeezing the very noticeable bulge in his pants. He began stroking his length as he watched the way your body reacted to him. Your nipples were pert and nearly visible against the white silk top you were wearing. Your legs slightly pressed and rubbed together out of sheer want, your lips were swollen from the heavy kissing and unshed tears of desire glossed over your eyes. You were truly beautiful and for a split second he forgot about Laura.

‘’Beg for me, y/n. I’ll give you whatever you want, you only need to tell me,’’ he whispered.

‘’I want. . .I want you,’’ you whimpered.

He descended upon you, going in for the kill. Your teeth clashed against each other’s as his mouth consumed yours. Your hands clawed at his broad shoulders and trailed down his muscular back. His hands, the same hands that killed who-knows how many men, easily ripped apart your silk two piece, leaving you completely bare to him and ready for the taking. He gripped your thighs and dragged you to the edge of the bed, easily shoving himself between your legs and immediately dove into your soaked sex.

‘’Ahhh! Massimo,’’ you cried out, his tongue diving deep inside of your tightness. He knelt on the side of the bed, keeping a tight grip on your thighs as his tongue dove in and out of you, occasionally nipping at your sensitive pearl. Your full breasts heaved as you panted, shifting from looking down at him and closing shut in absolute bliss. You felt yourself involuntarily clench as your first climax was steadily approaching.

‘’Mas!’’ you moaned, your juices coating his snake-like tongue. His eyes locked onto yours as he greedily licked up your juices only to spit them back onto your pussy and lick it back up once more. You were dazed at this point, putty in his hands. You barely felt him maneuver around so that he now crept over you, manhood in his hand.

‘’Suck me,’’ he calmly ordered. When you hesitated to move, he straddled your chest and placed himself between your lips, teasingly tracing your lips with the head of his cock. Out of pure instinct you opened up for him and he took the opportunity to grab two fistfuls of your hair and shove you onto his thick shaft. You struggled against him, gagging on his cock which seemed to only please Massimo more by the way he throbbed and bobbed in your mouth. ‘’That’s it, there you go. Keep going, principessa. Take my cock,’’ he grunted as he fucked himself into your mouth, guiding your head back and forth on his length. You felt like a ragdoll, tears cascading down your face as he fucked you mouth, the salty taste of his precum on your tongue. You focused on breathing rather than the vulgar sounds coming from your mouth as he used you.

Massimo suddenly released your hair, taking a second to all you to feel his entire length throb in your mouth before roughly pushing you back onto the mattress, sliding his cock between your breasts. ‘’Squeeze your tits together,’’ his voice dripped with desire. Before you could even move he had already taken both breasts into his strong hands and began thrusting like a madman. You whimpered, unable to look anywhere other than his eyes as he fucked your tits.

‘’Massimo,’’ you cried out as he pinched your nipples between his fingers. ‘’You’re mine, mine to fuck. Mine to fill. And you’re going to take it all baby girl,’’ he grunted as his hips snapped furiously on top of you.

With no warning you felt the warmth of his thick release shoot onto your chest, a thick rope landing on your face. As you moved to wipe it off he smacked your hands away and flipped you over so that you were laying on your stomach. ‘’Let me see you,’’ he grunted, groping your ass and his fingertips grazing your sensitive core. Your body didn’t even feel like your own, you were too dazed and too inebriated on what this man was doing to you that you didn’t even respond when his hand came down on your ass, your body jerking from the slap.

‘’Let me see that tight pussy, let me see what’s mine,’’ Massimo whispered in your ear as you slowly arched your back, presenting yourself and readying yourself. The little moan that escaped Massimo’s throat was not lost on you as he slowly rubbed and prodded at your tight core. You gasped when you felt his saliva at your opening.

‘’I’m going to fuck you until you can’t leave this bed,’’ he began as one hand gripped the back of your neck and the other had an iron hold on your hip. His knee kicked apart your legs so that you were completely spread under him. ‘’I’m going to fill you up, baby girl. Every drop in this tight pussy. You’re mine inside and out,’’ you screamed as his cock stretched your needy cunt, his hips digging into your backside as he held you down to him. Once he was completely inside of you, he took a moment to admire the image of his rival’s daughter full of his cock and completely soaked and vulnerable to his touch. He began thrusting, gaining momentum as you moaned and whimpered his name over and over. He gently squeezed the back of your neck, grunting as the sound of his balls slapping against your cunt echoed around the room.

‘’You like this baby girl? I can feel you squeezing me, moaning my name like a common slut. My slut,’’ he growled in your ear before licking the side of your face and burying his head in your shoulder as he rutted against you. The way he moved was animalistic; bestial. Every time your body bounced due to the force of his thrusts his hand was quick to yank you back and spear his manhood into you.

‘’Mas, fuck ahhh. It’s too much,’’ you practically sobbed, hand reaching behind in a pathetic attempt to ease his brutality. He quickly grabbed hold of your hand, abandoning the grip he had on your hip as he took hold of your hands and pinned them in front of you. He didn’t answer as his thrusts sped up, completely hammering into you. You squeezed around his pulsing cock, screaming his name and vulgarities as he claimed you.

‘’So fucking tight, do you feel your pussy gripping onto me?’’ he growled, nipping at the side of your neck and pressing rough kisses onto any inch of your skin he could reach.

He slid around to the front of your neck, pulling you up so that your body rested against the front of his, thrusting up and forcing the crudest of noises from where the two of you were joined. Your hands gripped and clawed at his muscular forearm, whining like a bitch in heat as his grip remained firm around your neck and the other toyed with your body.

‘’Mas, I’m going to cum,’’ you cried, panting and thrashing against him. The knot was rapidly tightening in your abdomen, making you more desperate for that sweet release. He groaned, bucking up into you and watching as your tits bounced with every forceful thrust.

‘’Cum for me, principessa,’’ he ordered, kissing away some tears that fell down your cheek.

‘’Ahh!’’ you yelped when he slapped your pussy, paying extra attention to rub furiously at your clit.

‘’I said cum,’’ he growled, tightening his hand around your neck. You sobbed as you came harder than you ever had on his girth. You were intoxicated in this thick cloud of lust and ecstasy. Your body fell limp against Massimo’s as he still rutted into you. Your orgasm was cut short as the overstimulation quickly became too much. You struggled against him, crying and begging to slow down. ‘’Massimo, I can’t, it’s too much,’’ you sobbed, thrashing against him. Still, he held you against his chest and his movements only became faster and rougher. He rubbed and swiped at your clit, jerking your body as he did.

‘’Look at how well you take me,’’ he panted, kissing away your tears as he forced you to watch his length disappear into your folds. ‘’Try pushing me out,’’ he growled. You clenched around him, your muscles squeezing around his cock as he spread your lips to ensure he could be as deep as he possibly could inside of you.

‘’Fuck, principessa.’’ Your third orgasm fell over your body the same way waves crashed against the shores of Italy. You both fell forward as Massimo emptied himself inside of you, slowly thrusting so that you milked him of his release. The weight of his body on top of yours filled you with both a sense of comfort, but also possession. You felt like an object, his object. You whimpered as he kissed your cheek as he slowly removed himself from your sore, full pussy. Once your daze had subsided enough that you could think clearly you noticed a blinking light from the shadows of the room.

‘’What is that?’’ you asked, voice weak as he kissed up your back. Your heart immediately dropping into your ribcage.

‘’I wanted to make sure daddy witnessed his little girl becoming a woman. Who knows? He may have just witnessed his grandchild being conceived,’’ Massimo’s voice was smug, his manhood poking into your backside as your breathing became uneven. A camera. He recorded everything. Before you could protest you were flipped over so that you straddled Massimo.

‘’In time you’ll forgive me,’’ he stated, reassuring himself more than you as you sobbed in utter humiliation. You felt him lift you by your hips as you were seated on his shaft once more. You screamed as he began bucking up into you, holding you to his chest as he comforted you.

‘’Just give it time.’’

Grabbed my hand, pushed me down Took the words right out my mouth Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it

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multific · 21 days ago

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The Widow and the Don

Massimo Torricelli x Reader

Summary: He came to offer condolences. He stayed to keep you breathing. But as the walls fall between you and Massimo, a darker truth about your husband’s death begins to surface.

Your husband’s funeral was a blur of black veils, cold condolences, and the scent of lilies so thick it clung to your skin for days.

They all told you how sorry they were. How tragic it was. How he died too young.

No one mentioned how afraid he’d been the last few months. Or how he’d wake in the night, soaked in sweat, whispering a name.

Massimo Torricelli.

You’d never met the man.

Only heard of him in whispers, in half-spoken warnings behind locked doors. He was your husband’s rival.

A king in his own right. Untouchable.

So when he showed up at the funeral, black suit, face unreadable, you didn’t know what to expect.

He brought no bodyguards. No condolences. Just himself.

And a single white rose.

He placed it on the casket and looked straight at you. His voice, deep and low, barely rose above the wind.

“I didn’t come to gloat,” he said. “I came to see if you were still standing.”

Then he left.

He didn’t reach out again. Not for weeks.

You thought that was it.

Until you opened your door one rainy evening to find him standing there with an umbrella and a bottle of wine.

You should’ve shut the door.

You didn’t.

You had tea the first time. Wine the second. Silence the third.

He didn’t try to charm you. He didn’t try to pretend he wasn’t dangerous. But there was something else behind his eyes, something wounded. Something honest.

One night, in front of the fireplace, you finally asked him.

“Did you hate him? My husband.”

He looked at you for a long time. Then nodded, just once.

“Yes. But I never wanted him dead.”

You believed him.

And that terrified you.

You didn’t mean to start needing him. But grief is lonely. Cold. Quiet.

Massimo wasn’t.

He didn’t speak in soft platitudes. He didn’t try to fix you. He just stayed, grounded, solid.

He brought you food when you forgot to eat. Stood behind you when you couldn’t walk into the bedroom alone. He listened when you broke.

And once, just once, he held you when you sobbed so hard your body gave out.

“I feel like I’m disappearing,” you whispered.

“You’re not,” he said. “I see you.”

It was inevitable.

The kiss.

It happened late, after too many shared glasses of red wine, when his hand brushed yours and you didn’t pull away.

He looked at you like he was waiting for permission. You gave it.

And when he kissed you, it wasn’t violent. It wasn’t possessive. It was reverent.

As if you were holy.

But the truth didn’t stay buried.

You found it in an envelope hidden in your husband’s study—letters, threats, a deal gone wrong.

Massimo hadn’t killed him.

Your husband had planned his own betrayal. And it backfired.

You brought the evidence to Massimo, shaking.

He read it, then set it down carefully.

“I suspected,” he said. “But I didn’t want to be the one to show you.”

“And you didn’t think I deserved to know the truth?”

“I thought you deserved peace. Not war.”

The next morning, you packed your things.

He found you at the doorway.

“I’m not leaving because of the truth,” you told him. “I’m leaving because I’m falling in love with the man I was raised to hate.”

His voice was low. “Then stay.”

You hesitated.

“I’m scared,” you admitted.

“So am I,” he said, stepping closer. “But I would rather face a thousand enemies than live one day without you.”

You stayed.

And together, you rebuilt, not just a home, but a life.

Years passed.

Grief faded.

Love didn’t.

Massimo never tried to replace your past. He just made sure you had a future.

One night, as you watched the stars from the same balcony where he first kissed you, he took your hand.

“I was your enemy once,” he said.

You smiled. “Now you’re everything.”

And he was.

~Masterlist~

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madiisixx · 3 years ago

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Update to my Page:

Hi everyone! I am officially going to be starting to write on here and take requests for some characters that you would like me to write for. I just redid my whole page so please let me know if any of the Links don't work in my navigation post :) I still can’t figure out how to post my navigation post on as an actual post so you have to open tumblr up on your computer for you to see them :)

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buckyownsmylife · 4 years ago

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Hi there! Love your work. I see you only have one piece about Massimo Torricelli and love to see more. Maybe jealous Massimo?

Hey, darling! I’ve actually not been in the mood to write about him for a while, hence why his name is struck-out from my who I write for list... I’m not completely against writing about him, I just find it hard to find inspiration, so it really depends on the idea!

For Jealous!Massimo, however, I have already written a oneshot back in kinktober, so I’m just gonna leave the link here! I fear if I try to write anything else about that, it would just be too similar to what I’ve already created 🙈

Thank you so much for your request, though! Knowing someone actually liked my Massimo stuff makes me feel motivated to pick up the fics I had been writing that were about him, let’s see how it goes!

#massimo torricelli #massimo torricelli imagines #massimo torricelli heacanons

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thebadboyfanclub · 2 years ago

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Fire and Water Pt. 5 (Massimo x Reader)

Look my guy I got inspired by the song Trust issues the weeknd remix and shameless Camilla Cabello, this might need multiple parts but I have seen you guys ask for it and I think it’s time for me to serve and for you guys to eat… also I would like to say thank you to @severewobblerlightdragon I have noticed them liking my stuff and almost always lives a comment I really appreciate it.

Part 4

The way (y/n) took over Massimos house resembled to a tiger being released from its cage, authority suited her as she strolled around with her chin high and her eyes making grown men shiver and scurry away after mumbling “yes, miss”.

Massimo observed her with his lips in a thin line and his hands curling to a fist, however he knew that any type of reaction would cost him an unbearable amount of power, her family was the only one that came to his aid, the only source of support and protection if he moved even in the slightest way that displeased (y/n) he would be left with nothing.

“A charity ball?!”

“A way to celebrate your success and show to everyone you are left unbothered and unharmed, a gracious move to invite every important person from our cycle and reconcile while standing tall despite the attempted assassinations”

“If you want to wear a fancy dress do it somewhere else, I thought we were supposed to protect this house not let everyone in”

“We accept people that have been exclusively invited by Ass, people who matter, your reputation is at stake, the great massimo has the tail between his legs and is hiding behind his stone walls”

“I am not hiding”

“It doesn’t fucking matter what you have been doing, that is what they are saying, the charity ball is happening like it or not, the invites have already been send out, but your… wife a dress and you better mingle with your guests, like a good and generous host. Got it?”

Massimo identified the assertive tone in (y/n)s and gaze that could burn his entire house down, he could also see his advisor Mario nod at him behind her back, a way to stir Massimo to not push (y/n) further.

“Fine, make your preparations. I am sure if you try hard enough the ball will be decent”

“It will be better than the fiasco Laura had caused, she danced on a pole while somebody called her a whore right?”

Massimos hand slammed on his wooden desk while his other hand instinctively his right hand reached for his gun and pointed it right at her chest. The scary part wasn’t that (y/n) was held at gun point, nor the expression of fury in Massimos handsome face, it was the devilish grin that decorated (y/n)s lips, unfazed by the situation completely.

“Amateur, if you really want to kill me, you aim at the head”

She instructed while her fingers wrapped around the gun and let it touch the skin on her forehead. Massimo was a man that was never afraid to use his weapons, still the way that she did not even blink, better yet she teased him about it left him speechless.

“Massimo put the gun down”

“No, let him, what are you waiting for? Just so you know if I die you will have a bigger problem than a dead body, but an entire empire running after you and my brother wanting your head served in a silver platter”

“You think I am scared of your stupid brother?”

“No, no you are not, you are however scared of me. Even if you plant a bullet between my eyebrows you will never, ever get rid of me”

As always (y/n) had gotten her way and the charity ball was buzzing with people, the band she had hired played wonderful music, the staff kept the glasses of champagne full and the platters of small little delicacies going.

Massimo had his hand on Laura’s waist as they went to greet the guests, a United couple that scoffed at the missed jabs of their enemies, at least that’s what they portrayed.

The music came to a halt as a slight sound of the champagne glass summoned every guests attention. As Massimo looked up at the start of his stairs he was met with (y/n) smiling brightly with a glass in her hand, “she finally showed up” he thought

“Our dear guests, I apologise for interrupting any conversations but we have all night for chatter, me and my family would like to thank our dear friends Massimo and his family that were so kind to extend their hospitality to us, I would like to take this moment to raise my glass. To you and your wives success, both of them beautiful, kind and strong despite all. Cheers to the perfect couple”

Everyone clapped and took a sip, to anyone that did not know any better this was such a gracious gesture, a declare of loyalty and a announcement of the two families being allies, to Massimo this was a hit below the belt, to sarcastically smile and praise his wife after everything that has taken place.

Regardless of it all he took a slight sip as his grip to Laura tightened, he wanted to kill her, grab (y/n) by her pretty neck and snap it like a twig, his eyes followed her figure when she went down the stairs.

God was she bewitching, a sight for sore eyes in her dress, the most infuriating part about (y/n) is that he always left him in shambles, to kill her or to fuck her? That is the question

“(Y/n), I have to say that speech was very kind of you”

“What can I say I have a soft spot for love, we started off on the wrong foot Laura, that does not mean we should continue that way”

She was lying, Massimo knew that much and what was worst is that Laura was buying it, his wife believed that (y/n) was genuine and did not just plan an evil scheme to ridicule him further. (Y/n) reached for Laura’s hand to give it a slight squeeze of comfort.

“I am delighted you chose to wear the dress I send for you”

“It was the best out of all how could I not?”

“And you look good in it too, I will catch up with you two later, I must say hello to someone”

(Y/n) was over the moon, just the look on Massimos face made it all worth it, his hands were completely tied and there was nothing she could accuse her of, hell she had even mend her relationship with Laura and now all eyes were on Massimo.

(Y/n) approached the person she was interested in, the only man that made it look good while being completely out of place.

“So you must be… nacho? Right?”

“Yes, and you are miss (y/l/n)”

“Precisely, although I must say nacho does not suit you”

“It is only a nickname”

“I can definitely think of others that would be better”

“Is that so?”

His eyebrow raised at the sneaky way of the woman that weasels her way in his reader, he had seen her walk around the garden, a striking presence could not be missed by any man and she had been captured by his baby blue eyes, the man was sculpted by the Gods and she just so happened to be in need of a hobby. (Y/n) bit her lip as she swiftly nodded at him, the look of a helpless innocent doe that she held worked its magic on him as his pearly whites appeared at a grin.

“I’ve heard wonderful things about your work, people say you are… good with your hands”

“Such flattering words miss (y/l/n)”

“Would you like to show me your… works?”

“Whatever miss (y/l/n) wants she gets right?”

“Lead the way then and please call me (y/n)”

Her voice barely above a whisper as she said her name. Nacho only left his glass on a stand before he let his hand touch her waist and escorted her out of the mansion, what the man had not noticed is that as they went in the garden and away of the eyes of strangers Massimo had silently followed them, curious to see what was happening, who was he? Why was (y/n) walking away with him? He could barely hear what they were saying until they reached a more secluded part and stopped, (y/n) rested her back on a wall as she held her glass of champagne.

“Have you always been interested in gardening?”

“No, I like trying new things”

“That sounds promising”

“I must admit I had my eye on you”

“I noticed”

“You are a very interesting woman”

“I know, I must say you have a lot if potential… if you are up for it”

Massimos blood boil at the sight of (y/n) so sexually flirting with a man, she had never been like that with him, why would this low life get to have her while he could not even get a bite? Nacho placed his hands at either side of (y/n)s face supporting himself on the stone wall, she looked mesmerising under the moonlight, her chest rose as she took in a deep breath.

“I have never been afraid to get my hands dirty”

“Kneel”

She command him, Nacho took the champagne glass from her hand and took a sip before he leaned to connect his lips with hers, at the slight part of her lips he was able to pass a small amount of the champagne in her mouth making the kiss even more thrilling.

He pulled away from her to do as he was told, his one hand went underneath her dress to caress her leg from her ankle and up bringing goosebumps along her spine.

“Obedience becomes you”

“And we have only just began”

Nacho had kept the glass only to take a big sip of what was left of it and throw it away, quickly he lifted her dress and allowed the liquid to ran down the part that ached the most, the cooling sensation made her hiss before pleasure took over.

Massimo stood dumbfounded as he watched from the bushes his (y/n) have such an intimate moment with someone beneath her, he could imagine how good it would feel if he sliced his throat right at her feet, or maybe he should fuck her right there and make him watch. In reality, he froze at his spot as (y/n) let a few audible moans slip past her lips, he should leave, spare himself the fury of being a bystander.

(Y/n) could feel the thrill of nachos skill take over her, not only was the man between her legs extremely qualified, she was also aware of whom it was that had followed them and was now sneaking a peek through the woods, just the image of Massimo being helpless and having to endure the show of her become undone with another was enough to send her over the edge.

To have a gorgeous man please you while risking exposure while simultaneously getting on your first loves nerves was the biggest aphrodisiac that no money could ever buy. Once she felt herself slowly shimmer down she guided her hand on nachos chin and ran her thumb over his swollen lips before leaning down to plant a peck on them.

Massimo saw something beyond the pornographic scene, the movements, the lust in her eyes, the need to blow off some steam in that way. She was no longer the person he knew way back when, (y/n) had become… like him.

“You are so… good, now go”

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theartofimagining13 · 4 years ago

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Imagine:

Massimo Torricelli’s been protecting you for a long time without you knowing because he’s fallen deeply in love with you.

{ Requested by Anon }

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shoot-the-oneshot · 4 years ago

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counting the days: day 6

Series summary. You go to a friends bachelorette party in Italy and meet the man of your dreams, NOT, you didn’t see the part where you get kidnapped by a gangster on your friends itinerary. How will you handle being thrown into a life of guns and mafias.

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A/n wow thank you all for the love this series has gotten I know it’s been a while since I’ve updated I was going through a lot but I’m back now and can’t wait to get back into it.

Massimo Torricelli x Reader

"Do you want to go home?"

you're sure you stopped breathing. after everything now he says that! its a test it has to be.

Massimo, who felt you freeze from where you were pressed back against his chest reaches his hand down to grip your hip through the sheets. not in the way you were used to feeling his touch. aggressive, rough, controling. no, this was soft and caring. you didnt know what to think now. you sucked in a quick breath when his nose nuzzled behind your ear. his gravely tone vibrating though you.

"we can go back to italy for a few weeks if you want."

"what?" you asked turning over to face him. he mustve taken your confusion as concerns because his hand moved from your hip to caress the side of your face. "its not a trick, you tell me what part you’re from and we can leave right now." oh....you didnt notice before but glancing down at your phone the picture you were looking at weren’t of home, it was from the bachelorette party, he thinks youre from italy. you didnt want to leave, but now that the chance is there. "No" you could tell he was surprised,

"lets go somewhere else just the two of us." mimmicing his hand on your face you could feel his head slowly nodding in your palm. clearly your want to stay with him after what happend and your affection has disstracted him enough to mistake the hope for freedom in your eyes as excitement, just like you knew it would, as you said before. you were his weakness and tonight proved it.

"I want to go to Y/hometown, Ive always wanted to visit." the lie slipped out easily. his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. "ill call the pilot."

the next day you were back home, not that Massimo knew that but you played tourist exceptionally well.

you waited till he was asleep, you didnt believe in fate untill he rolled off of you he’d been holding you in his sleep for the past two hours. forcing yourself not to move to quickly in your excitement, quitely opening the door, not bothering to grab anything. clothes be dammed and you knew he would track your phone all you needed was to run. and thats exactly what you did the second the door closed. you felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest with how fast it was beating. 'come on come on' you whispered to yourself, you could only imagine what it looked like to the few people still in the lobby as you ran barefoot out the elevator full speed. your hair whipping around your face as you looked for a way to go. spotting the car across the street you ran for it narrowly missing getting hit by a car that slammed the breaks at the last second. yelling a ‘sorry’ over your shoulder, practically diving into the passenger seat yelling for them to drive. "geez Y/N, you almost died,'' Ally screached, jumping in her seat. looking at you with wide eyes. "Drive Ally, now!" your yells put her in gear as she sped off. have you ever been so relived that you start laughing hysterically? because thats exactly what happeed the farther you got from the hotel. Ally kept looking at you like you were crazy, "where have you been? and why are you at a hotel?" she shot question after question at you. when you turned to look at her you felt overwhelmed, you were home, with your bestfriend. and still there was a small pit in your stomach you wont pay attention to right now. Blinking the tears back at you watch the familiar streets go by.

"Is he hot though?"

once you both got back to her house she didnt let you escape her questioning so you explained everything from bumping into Massimo at the hotel to where you are now, and of course the only thing she asks after you tell her you get kidnapped by a mafia boss is if hes atractive.

"yes Ally, he's hot is that all you took from that?" you sighed exasperated, leaning back on the couch some reality show playing in the background. sensing your mood she came to sit with you, leaning her head on your shoulder. "I'm glad you're back."

"Me too"

after a few weeks of laying low with no sign of Massimo on your tail, you deemed it safe to run to the store for a late night craving of ice cream. oh but how you wish you would've stayed at the house.

you didnt hear their footsteps untill they were on you. your yells going unheard in the practically abandoned parking lot as you were grabbed from behind, clawing at the bag over your head still struggling against your attacker. A chill going down your spine as you recognize the voice.

"Massimo can't save you this time"

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mrsavery · 4 years ago

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OUR MIRACLE

Massimo Torricelli x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: You give Massimo the most precious Christmas gift that he always has wished but never got.

Word count: 1808

It had been exactly five years since your first Christmas together. Five years filled with love and happiness. The Christmas lights were dancing on the Christmas three, and soft music was playing in the background, as you walked through the empty house with a gift in your hands. It was for Massimo who, at this moment, was away for business but should be home in a few hours.

As you sat is down under the three and looked around the room, you could not stop smiling, knowing that one day things were going to change. You left the room and went to the kitchen, humming ‘All I want for Christmas is you’ under your nose. Since your husband was gone, the house felt empty and foreign, and you were counting hours until his return. The clock on the wall showed that it was only four in the evening, meaning that Massimo would not be home for another three to four hours.

You knew all about his lifestyle, about his work and family. It scared you at first, because you were afraid of his life not yours, knowing that every day could be his last. Never ever in the five years of being together you had been in danger, had been kidnapped or touched by others. Massimo had been doing everything to keep you safe, and he is keeping his promise.

You walked back to the living room and sat on the couch with a cacao mug in your hands. You will wait for your husband here and, while waiting, read a book that you have not been able to finish in a long time. It is a novel that Massimo gave you on your twenty-fifth birthday a few months ago. Your husband knows how much you love reading, and because of that most of his present are books.

One hour passes, then the other and soon you have finished reading the book. You put it in the bookshelf and return to your place on the couch. When ‘Last Christmas’ starts playing in the background, you close your eyes and let your mind take you back to your first Christmas together.

Massimo’s warm hands wrapped themselves around your waist, as he sat behind you on the floor. He put his head on your shoulder and inhaled your scent, like he always did. It helped him to calm down.

“Is everything alright?” You asked him.

“Si.” Massimo replied and afterwards kissed your cheek. “How was your day, farfalla?”

“I talked to my brother a few minutes ago.” You said and looked at the fireplace in front of you. The fire was dancing, and you felt Massimo shifter against you. “He said that my parents still cannot forgive me for leaving.”

Seven months ago, you left home, ran away from your arranged marriage and things that you knew. You were born and raised in a small town in west England where everyone knew everyone. There were two farms in your town, where most of the people worked. One was owned by your father, and the other was owned by the Carter family. They wanted to unite both farms, and the only way how to do it was by marriage. As the Carter family only had a son your age, and you were the first-born daughter in your family, you both were supposed to marry. Jonathan Carter was beautiful, but you did not like him.

You tried everything to get break the arrangement, even gave your place to your sister who wanted to marry Jonathan, but it did not give any results. Jonathan only wanted to marry you, claiming that you were the most beautiful girl in the town. Your brother, seeing tears in your eyes two days before the wedding, helped you to leave. You flew all the way down to Italy and started a new life there.

You missed your family very much, but the life was better for you here. If you tried to return… You did not know how it would end and did not want to find out. You had a new life here, a man who loved you and who took care of you. Massimo was giving you the world, but the pain in your heart did not leave easily.

You felt Massimo’s thumbs on your cheeks wiping away the tears that had fallen. “Everything is going to be alright.” You whispered and turned around to face your boyfriend. You got into his lap, wrapped your hands around his neck and kissed his lips softly. You looked into his dark eyes and whispered words that both never have told loud. “I love you.”

Massimo just smiled and kissed you back, this time with more passio. “I love you too, farfalla.”

You opened your eyes when your phone made a quiet sound. You took it in your hands and smiled because it was a message from your brother. He had sent a family picture of him, his wife, and their three years old daughter. You decided to call him in return, and your brother answered almost immediately.

“Hi, Merry Christmas!” You said with a smile.

“Merry Christmas to you too! Did you see the picture?” He asked. You could hear your niece’s laughter in the background.

“Yes, you all look amazing, when Massimo comes, I will show him it too.”

“Where is he?”

“Some unexpected things came up, and he was forced to go to the work. He should be back soon.” Your brother thought that Massimo owned a company and was CEO there. It was a partly true, since he owns a few companies around the world, but he mostly uses it as a cover, because truly he is a Don to the biggest mafia in Europe, but your brother did not need to know that.

“I will hope that Massimo comes home fast. I do not want you to spend the Christmas alone.” He said, and you heard pain in his voice. You have not seen him since your wedding that was four years ago, and both of you wanted to spent time together with your families, but never really had a chance.

“I will not.” You said and put a hand on your stomach. “Alice is growing up fast.”

“Yes, she is. It is like only yesterday she was born… I have been thinking about you and Massimo. You both are happy, but a little child would make things even better. You are already twenty-five, and he is, let me count… thirty-five.”

“We will think about it.”

“I have to go, [Y/N]. Mother is calling. Talk to you soon, alright? And give Massimo my greetings.” You were not able to reply, because your brother ended the call. You as well put your phone away and smiled when you looked outside the window and saw your husband’s car approaching. Massimo was finally home!

You stood up and made sure that room looks perfect, before walking to the front door. Before you could open them, Massimo beat you to it and smiled seeing you. “Hi, farfalla.”

“Hi, Massimo.” You let him take of his jacked and shoes before you ran into his embrace and kissed him with force. You had missed your husband all day, and you could not wait for him to open his present, because it was a tradition for you and Massimo to open presents on Christmas Eve instead of the next morning. “How did the meeting go?”

“I would have been happier to stay home with my wife instead of listening to them.” You chuckled at his answer.

“Nobody is perfect.”

“Only you.” Massimo said kissing your bare neck. “Can we skip presents and go up?’

You turned around and put hands on his chest. He was much taller than you, but the height difference had never been an issue for you. “After you open your present.”

He groaned. “Why does my present is so important? In my opinion, sex with my wife is more important than presents, because you are the biggest present that I have got.”

“Because after you open it, we will be able to go and celebrate.”

Massimo raised his eyebrow to you. “A celebration?”

You nodded and got out of his embrace. You walked to the tree and got out a little blue box that you had placed there earlier. “This is for you.” You said giving it to your husband. You sat down next to him on the sofa, as he slowly opened the present. Massimo undid the white bow tie, then unwrapped the blue wrapping paper, never leaving your eyes.

You smiled at Massimo when he opened the small carbon box in his hands and froze. He took out the white stick that was showing two pink lines and then looked at you. Massimo was too shocked to talk, and his tears were evidence of that.

It was a miracle that you were pregnant. Ten years ago, when Massimo was shot and his father was killed, he got the news that changed his life. He had survived an attempted murder but lost his chance to become a father. The chances of him becoming father were almost non-existent. Over the years he had reconciled that he will not have children, and once Massimo told you that you were free to leave him because of that.

You stayed, knowing that without him, you were nothing. Massimo came into your life as a savior, to save you from the darkness, but in the end, you saved him too. Doctors had said that chances were very low, even with artificial insemination, but you both managed to beat it all and become pregnant without trying.

When you saw these pink lines appear in the morning, you could not stop crying. It was a real miracle that you will always be thankful for. You and Massimo had talked about adoption, but it always ended with a fight and a make-up sex later. As much as you were ready to be a parent, you were not sure that you would be able to love a baby that was not genetically yours. There would always be fear that his or her real parents would show up and take him or her away from you. It would break you, so you both decided that it was not an option.

Massimo took his eyes off the pregnancy test and looked into your eyes that were full of tears too. “I’m pregnant, Massimo. We are going to have a baby!” It took him about three seconds to throw the stick on the glass coffee table and take you in his arms. You were wrapped in his large embrace and your husband’s wet cheek was pressed against yours.

“We are going to have a baby.” He whispered and put one of his hands on your flat belly. “A baby.”

You put your hand over his large one and said. “Our baby.”

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