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Infidelity

Pairing: AC2!Ezio x Female!Reader

Summary: Instead of asking Ezio to beat up your husband, you get the best revenge you can.

Warnings: my attempt at writing filth/smut, MINORS DNI, cheating (not between the main pairing), porn with feelings, reader and ezio horny asf, cream pie, p in v, google translator for italian (if there are any mistakes, feel free to let me know)

Authors's Note: ik ik. i have said before i do not write abt cheating but this is reader getting revenge on an unfaithful husband SO LET READER GET IT (also i had this idea 2 am in the morning). im probably posting my 1st request soon, so i will working in the 2nd i have. as always i appreciate the patience and hope you enjoy this piece! just a reminder: my requests for ezio are still open!

You try to hold back your moans as Ezio's hands roughly grab your waist as if his life depends on it. He doesn't seem to mind if the neighbors or anyone else can hear it as he continues pounding into you or the sound of the bed creaking. It is not like he was probably the most wanted man in Italy.

You hired him to beat your husband since you heard from other wives that Ezio didn't like women being disrespected like that. When he arrived at your doorstep, things quickly changed when you noticed him staring you up and down. Ezio initiated the kiss, and you took him to the bed.

And now you were in your marital bed, clothes splattered across the floor of your room, feeling your boobs rock back and forth, your pussy tighten as Ezio fucks you deeper. He is loud, but not as loud as you are. You can hear him exclaim profanities that would get you expelled from church just for hearing it. 

"I can't believe your husband - stupido. Such a perfetta donna like you."

You answer with a moan, rocking your hips back against him. Until then, Ezio, standing behind you, decides to cover your body with his chest now on your back, and a tiny part of you can't help but feel protected. You can feel the necklace around his neck rubbing against your back. You notice his toned arms placed in the bed, which drives you even more crazy.

"Are you going to come for me, bella?"

You are close, you want to say, so close. Ezio also feels that and takes his pointer and middle finger to your open mouth. You suck and lick, hearing an approval growl as Ezio pulls them out. He takes the wet fingers to your clit, circling. When your moans start getting more frantic, and now you are begging, pleading for him to let you cum, Ezio bites your shoulders, growling. Not just a bite, he is marking you now as if you belong to him and only him.

The build-up in your core is too much.

The bite is too much.

The heat in the room and your body are too much.

"Come for me, bella, let it all go."

Just as Ezio whispers, your body obeys. There are millions of mini fireworks exploding all over your skin. They obliterate your mind, leaving you with empty thoughts and your vision foggy. Ezio cums inside of you as well, grunting desperately in your ear. For a few seconds, you two stay like this. Your body is twitching, and you can feel Ezio's mouth at the base of your neck. He gives you one or two slow kisses before he lets you go, your body dropping into the bed.

Ezio has the decency to not drop on top of you, although he still wants to stay inside your warmth. He takes his dick out, and you don't seem to register, still out of this world. Ezio watches the mess he just made after he lays down at your side, catching his breath as well. Your body has a layer of sweat, and your legs are spread open, his cum dropping slowly out of pussy. Ezio had seen many paintings before, but not many looked as beautiful as you did. You were going to stay on his mind for a long time. Ezio is now taken by internal doubt. He knows he should leave before your husband returns for your safety.

"I, mhm, should go."

When Ezio says those words, you turn around, startled. You know he is right, though you still want to ask him to stay.

"Oh. Si."

With your breasts now on top, Ezio seems distracted. His hands lazily massage one of your breasts, going down to your belly and then to your face. His touch is like lava touching your skin. When you two kiss, it's full of passion, urgency, and a promise you can't quite comprehend yet. 

Ezio breaks the kiss before things get worse for him, and he knows he won't be able to leave. You watch as he dresses, giving one good last look into his ass and back full of scars. When Ezio is done, you can only see the scar across his lips, noose, and part of his eyes.

It is an awkward moment before Ezio finally goes to the window to leave, none of you knowing what to say. Thank you for fucking my brains out, see you later? You try to not sound dramatic and ignore your internal pleas to ask him to stay. All you can see is his back covered by the white robe as he opens your windows. He pauses there for a second.

"If you have any more problems con tuo marito, you know how to find me," Ezio announces before jumping out of the window to the darkness.

MY MASTERLIST | EZIO'S MASTERLIST

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Zoozve, my beloved

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[aluminumneedles]

I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.

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nanami kento, who hates dating, and didn’t do much of it in his early twenties. but now, he’s almost thirty, watching all the people he works with settle down, have kids, and he thinks he wants that. so he might as well try.

so satoru sets him up on a few dates — friends of friends, he calls them. and at the end of every one of the dinners, kento goes home empty, exhausted, because he knows what they want is not the same.

still; he thinks maybe he’s being a little self-destructive, maybe too picky, maybe he just got so used to being alone. with satoru’s insistence, he gives all the women another call, invites them over to his apartment.

the first time was a disaster… kento had barely set the dinner on the table before his cat had hissed at her, scratched her down the arm in a thin gash. and though it did draw blood, it was hardly enough to warrant that reaction.

he didn’t even try to stop her as she picked up her bag and left, huffing like she’d been morally offend. kento, though, could only smile to himself in amusement.

because maybe kento was a poor judge of character, a man who was secretly hoping nothing would pan out — but his cat could certainly tell the good from the bad.

it became a little game to him, after that. seeing if anyone could win his pet over, and if they could, perhaps they were the one. his darling animal was a fickle thing anyway. a bit too defensive, quick to bite anything threatening after years on the streets.

naturally, no one came back twice.

he was close to giving up, accepting his solitude because he was tired of empty conversations over dinner. but then, he ventured out over the weekend to a new coffee shop, during hours he normally didn’t spend out of his home, and met you.

though you only talked for a moment, kento felt like maybe he’d known you in a past life. a part of him thought maybe it was strange, the way he kept coming back to talk to you, catching you at the end of your shift to see if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime.

by the second date, kento started to think you could turn out to be his best friend.

by the third date, kento wondered if soulmates were real.

on the fourth date, almost two months later, an appropriate time to get to know someone when you were as reserved as kento, he invited you over for dinner. it was, perhaps, the final confirmation he needed to let himself be with you.

he let you through the door, smiling softly as you told him about the book you were reading, and hung his coat on the rack. a moment later, you stopped, distracted, hands covering your mouth in a gasp.

“kento! she’s the cutest cat i’ve ever seen, you didn’t even show me pictures!” you exclaim, and, a few feet away, crouched down. “look at her pretty eyes…”

“careful,” kento said, “she’s not very—“

but the cat approached your outstretched hand, sniffed once, before letting you scratch her under her chin, purring loud enough for kento to hear across the room.

“shes such a sweetheart, you told me she was mean!” you smiled, making a cooing noise as you threaded your fingers through her fur. “kento’s a liar, isn’t he… you’re so precious.”

a few moments later, she snapped her jaw at you in a biting motion, and you only laughed, withdrawing your hand. “alright, i get it, i won’t bother you anymore.”

though she still brushed against your legs, just as she did kento’s, and seemed to communicate some sort of message to him.

“do you want any help cooking?” you ask, tucking your hair behind your ears. “i’m a disaster in the kitchen, but—“

“sure,” kento said, his chest tightening as he blinked back at you, only in his apartment for minutes and already looking as at home there. he wondered if it was possible to fall in love so quickly. “but only if you want to.”

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