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steponmepinkjun · 3 years ago

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I NEVER FINISHED MY STORY OMG. ok so i left off at being too proud to tell my friend she was right and kpop fucked hard. the difference between u and me is that i’m too good of a liar. too good. i kept up the “i hate kpop it’s cringe” facade for ALMOST TWO WHOLE YEARS, I SHIT YOU NOT. why? bc my dumb ass, extra ass, dramatic ass self thought “ok if i’m gonna have to deal with the embarrassment of admitting i’m wrong, i better do it in such an extra ass way it’ll knock ur socks off so hard that YOULL be the one embarrassed not me.” the original plan was to learn the entire choreography to bts dope, bc it’s the song that she told me to listen to and inevitably the song that got me into them, but later switched to bts fire bc i saw too many of those “choreo matches w any song” videos, and then her birthday party came up. and here’s the real kicker. her birthday is April Motherfuckin Fools. so it would be So Perfect for me to reveal my kpopism as a birthday present And a april fools prank in one. so i was Set on the Reveal being on april 1st, but the day rolls around and god that choreo is so fucking hard and i am Not a dancer. never have been. so i abandon that and go ykno what… i’ll do it Next Year. BC MY BITCHASS WAS LIKE NO THE MOMENT IS TOO PERFECT TO DO IT ON A NORMAL ASS DAY ITS GONNA BE ON APRIL FOOLS ON HER GODDAMN BIRTHDAY OR NOT AT ALL. a year rolls by, i’ve told most of our friends except her and they’re all in on it, i’d made so many subtle kpop references to her without her realising they were fully intentional and had too many scares where she almost figured me out but i lied my way out of it, and i’d given up on showing off with choreography bc i couldn’t make that shit look good. i’m not a dancer. i am, however, a rapper, and a damn good one, so i inhaled the agust d mixtape and decided i’d just rap the eminem of kpop’s anthem at her face. in korean. and change the lyrics at the end (if u haven’t listened to agust d, the bridge repeats “i’m sorry” a lot) to “i’m sorry i kept this from u for so long” and “i’m sorry i actually ult got7 not bts” (this was like the april after skz debuted ok i was holding onto got7 for dear life knowing full well skz we’re going to convert me smh) and the best part? she never saw it coming. her official present was a cd with a bunch of kpop on it but she thought it was just a personalised mixtape for her so i told her to play the first song out loud and she knew the song Instantly. it has a long intro so she was like “i guess u did listen when i recommended u this song!! i knew you’d like it since u like rap so much!!” and then i started rapping and i shit u not. she started SCREAMING. like the initial reaction was her jaw dropping and then instinctively covering her mouth but when i kept going and she realised i wasn’t fucking around she just fucking screamed like a banshee. at the end during the sorry bit i threw off my jacket to reveal a got7 shirt on the inside and she fell off her chair and started rolling around on the floor. needless to say it was every bit as satisfying as i thought it’d be LMAOOOO afterwards her ass was like “I CANT BELIEVE U HID THIS FROM ME FOR OVER A YEAR” and when i tried to explain my ego couldn’t take the “i told u so” she was like “you know i wouldn’t have made fun of you for it right? i would just be glad you’re not hating on my boys anymore” so basically i’m a big dramatic fool and she was always too good for me.

don’t mind the weird spaces here my ipad is being all fucky wucky w me rn. damn sad to hear ur sideblog experience didn’t go so well, i’d have shown u the cool side of the fandom if i knew 😤😤 leading u thru the cursed halls of kpop stan tumblr like a sketchy tour guide that’s actually 3 small raccoons stacked on top of each other like a trench coat, like “over here we have the fanfic writers that honestly need to publish a book, over here we have the gif makers that are responsible for my entire camera roll, if we take a quick swerve past the death threat anons and the twt fanwar screenshots - mind ur feet bub the 14 year olds were tryna make a grab for ur ankles - ah here’s the holy grail of shitposts, you might be here for hours, to the right we have the weird aussie side of the fandom that projects our childhoods onto chanlix but also all the members as we decide what their life in australia would’ve been like, and down there is a secret trapdoor to the blogs w endless random headcanons that will make you laugh, cry or blush depending on if the author woke up and decided to choose violence today. enjoy your Stay!” but then again i’m not so active on tumblr anymore (ngl you’ve become the highlight of my tumblr experience these days, interaction wise,) so maybe all my Local Hotspots are inactive now. i know a bunch of them are, it’s sad. “i don’t fw stan twitter for the same reason i don’t hang out in meth dens” oop. guess i’m a meth addict. no but i get u i rly do, it’s a hellhole out there, but the fact that things get shared and spread a lot easier than on tumblr and how short most things have to be (therefor keeping up w my adhd attention span without having to resort to the mental torture that is tiktok, with the added bonus of not always needing headphones.) that i just. couldn’t leave if i tried. maybe i should try being active on tumblr again but it’s a dying site in comparison.

“their music doesn’t consistently hit for me as much as skz” i’m sorry we can’t be friends anymore. what. what. you don’t dramama ramama ramama hey? you don’t feel a little jealousyyyyyy, naega anin? you don’t shoot out, shoot out, shoot out, or aremdaeun love killa love killa? you can’t be your hero du du du du du du du du du dududu? u disappoint me. literally like everyone i know who likes skz music likes mx music like it’s a rite of Passage. they’re kindred spirits, monsta x music is like skz’s music’s cool but mildly heterosexual older brother. neither of them know what a bad song is it runs in the family. and both their music runs in my VEINS. whenever i describe my music taste they’re always the first two that come to mind, skz being my number 1 bc they are my best boys but mx bc of the Flavour. pls listen to the entire the code album then get back to me 😤🙌 ok but fr ur so right they are 7 of the finest men i ever seen (yes i say 7 bc i’m including wonho cause he deserved better and i’ll die on my ot7 bullshit.) like don’t get me started on them either LOL i LITERALLY downloaded that one insta video of changkyun working out his back n arm muscles w his tattoo showing bc i needed that shit saved for Science. they could do Anything w me like frfr. yes vixx is the bdsm contract group i’m telling ya they wildin. or at least they were. it’s been years since their last comeback idk what they’re doing anymore tbh. and yeah that makes sense, savouring the hyperfixation i feel it, but also i’m so attached to skz that i never let it die. like i hyperfixate on other things and other groups but i will Always go back to skz cause they’re my homeboys. hell, they’re my home. being a predebut stay i’ve spent more time w skz than most of my actual family members at this point. but that’s just me you do u boo xx just know that if ur anything like me ur never letting go once skz it’s been my longest lasting fixation cause they hit like Nothing Else Do. ik i’ve already said that but i cannot stress it enough. they’re really special. i’m gonna stop here before i get all sappy and emotional bc i really love those boys so fucking much and i don’t drop the L bomb often. SIDE NOTE I WOULD LIKE TO SEE UR LIST OF GROUPS RANKED BY THORSt. i need to judge ur Taste. and omg cat&dog is such a guilty pleasure song bc the lyrics make me cringe so much bc while pet play can be fun they be doing it in more of an “i’m an innocent soft dogboy uwu” kinda way that just Does Not Sit Right with me. it comes back to the objectifying of asians that asians themselves don’t help in industries like these and maybe i’m looking too far into it when rly it is just wholesome n cute or maybe they are into some pet play shit idk idc i will bop to the song regardless but i will not acknowledge the lyrics nope.

YOURE RIGHT THO SKZ’S OPENNESS IS IN FACT, A BIG DEAL, i’ll grab them for u if u want but i found these twt threads of skz supporting the lgbt community and i just felt a special kind of happiness man like sure the delusional part of me likes going “haha they’re gay” bc my brain likes to imagine them as my polycule of mlm boyfriends bc sometimes thats what gives me the serotonin to get me thru the day ok don’t judge but also bc it’s nice knowing that yes i’ll never know them personally, but at least i can support them knowing they’d respect my gender identity and my pronouns, they’d respect who i choose to love, and that’s already more than the general public can say so shit, it is special! it’s special that they don’t treat being cishet like the norm - they constantly remove gender from their songs and speech entirely, they don’t assume all stays are female anymore, we don’t talk abt the babygirls incident cause we got babystays in the end outta that ok, and it’s just. so refreshing and important to me bc i can’t get that anywhere else!! like my semi ults are the boyz and while i love them very much and there’s no way all 11 of them are straight i refuse, i do get just a little bit sad whenever they she/her their fandom by default and call them their girlfriends n shit even tho i do still identify as a girl, i’m also genderfluid/nonbinary/transmasc, and i have a very love/hate relationship w my womanhood and rarely use she/her pronouns, cause it’s like, do you not see me? see us? the ones who aren’t cishet women? i mean i know kevin does bc he congratulated a fan who came out as nb but it’s just not the same as the openness we get w skz. like how do i trust cishets i could be supporting them as a queer person when in reality they’d call me a slur. what would i know, behind the screen? so it’s so good that skz go the extra mile to make it a safe space for everyone. this is already long enough i will reply to the second half of that ask in another message… tomorrow cause it’s 1am and i’m tired gn -felix bi anon

I'mma have to start putting these under a readmore so that i don't absolutely make everything who is still following me for some reason go totally fucking insane 😂

NDJDHWJJAHFNAKBSJSBFBHHDBDNAJD YOU HAVE NO IDEA THE FACES I WAS MAKING READING THIS, I WAS FUCKING CACKLING AND GASPING EVERY OTHER SENTENCE SO HARD THAT I SCARED THE CATS NDJWHSHSB the fact that you went "oh you want me to get into kpop? Give me a hot minute, and I'll give you a whole ass private concert for free" biduehsjdbd biiiiiiiiiiitch you're a fucking ICON, I stg I could NEVER 😂 (and not just because I couldn't find a tune if you gave me a printed set of Google maps directions and that I embody the steriotype that white people can't dance, like my sister kept sensing me tiktoks of the whole "dance like a white girl" trend going lmfao look it's you and eventually I was like "sis please this trend has me feeling like being white is a disability and these mothafuckers are being ableist 😭 also I could NEVER be that on beat so yall ain't even doin it right 😭😭😭😭"). Tbh if I told one of my friends (lol what friends, i got jokes) to get into Skz and they showed up at my bday and performed the entirety of I Got It I would simply shower them in money and go "aight everyone else go home, you are no longer needed, you are being laid off, your position has been eliminated, we're downsizing, the company is moving up and you're moving out, you are not qualified for this role any longer, best of luck with future endeavors" 😊

I think part of the reason I can't deal w Twitter is the exact reason I refuse to leave tumblr, in that I've been on tumblr since 2006 and twt since 2008, and tumblr literally has not changed at all, not even a little, whereas going from the early days of twt where there were no corporate sponsorships or ads and you had to manually copy and paste someone's tweet and @ them to retweet it, to how it is now, like 90% ads and showing me shit from the timelines of people I don't even fuckin follow n whatnot, it's just not enjoyable. Idk how anyone finds anything on twt, it confuses and frustrates me because I am old and have not adapted well to technology changing 😂 But arguably, the skz fanbase doesn't want me on skztwt anyways so like it works for both of us lmfaooo. I am old and cringey, and also still think of twt as stream of consciousness whereas tumblr is your teenage bedroom where you can decorate the walls with anything that interests you. I do really love the nonsensical kpoptwt shitposts tho fhshsbdjjss like it is a very specific flavor of mental instability that I enjoy immensely 😂 OH and also I initially misread part of that and thought you were saying you actually irl do meth and I was like 😳 WHAT DO I SAY TO THAT. HOW DO I HANDLE THIS. Like how do I express like "I wasn't being judgy of people who use substances cause I've been there but I was just being insensitive 😳" And then went back and reread it and was like WHEW, IM JUST AN ILLITERATE FOOL 😂😂😂😂 ejeywhdhrhjwbfbdjshdhdhd I spent like an hour bwign like "IS THE REASON WE GET ALONG BECAUSE THEY'RE ON METH???? WHAT DO I DO WITH THIS INFORMATION??????" hrhehshe I am literally a fuckin idiot it's fine

It's not that I don't fw them, it's more like... Okay so like there is no situation in which I am going to skip a skz song if it comes on shuffle. You will not ever catch me NOT in the mood to listen to Sunshine, if God's Menu comes on we are THROWIN the meager amount of booty meat I got hither and thither, I could be in the happiest mood of my life but if Ex comes on I will stop to SOB. And I'm not like that with most music, so mx just falls into the category of "there is a time and place." Idk why but it just doesn't forcibly grab hold of my heart and ass the way skz always does. I really don't WANT my skz fixation to ever end, but I know that eventually it'll stop giving me dopamine bevause my brain is my worst fucking enemy 🙃 like my arcana fixation is to date the longest running hyperfixation I've ever had, going on almost three years, and I used to not be able to spend every single second of every day thinking about Asra, but now... I just feel nothing when I look at arcana stuff. As you can probz tell by the fact that I hardly post arcana anymore 😂 So I know that eventually all my happiness will end, it always does, I can never stay just as obsessed with something as I was for long. I CANT SHARE THE LIST BECAUSE I DONT *HAVE* TASTE YET 😭 I'm basically just compiling a list of any group someone tells me I should look into, ranked by how strong the kitty purred upon googling pics of them 😂 My mom read my ass to FILTH over txt lmfao she was like "they're not that adorable. Maybe your standard for adorableness has gone down with You Know Who still on hiatus 🤔" bfjwhdhd like MOMMAAAAA THE LIBRARY IS CLOSED 😂 she attacks me any time I even hint at stanning other groups, she is a skz purist and stans skz only, unofficial Momma Stay of All Stays keeping me in check lmfao.

I feel like skz really do follow thru on their promise that they're a safe space for stays, it's nice to see that they hold space for anyone and everyone in their fanbase and do it in a really simple and elegant way, I feel. Like they never make it seem like "okay here are the fans and here are the token weirdos that were only recognizing to make a buck off of them" the way a lot of artists make it feel like 😑 like they don't go out of their way to act like it's some revolutionary act to do the bare minimum of not shitting on certain parts of the fandom, if that makes sense. They feel very "yeah, of course we love all our stays, this is a welcoming space for literally anyone, that's how it should be, that should be normal," instead of like "Hi fans we love you 😊 and special shoutout to you ell gee bee tee folk, make sure to buy my rainbow merch after the show!!!" you know? Like, they're the friends who would never make you feel weird or different for some shit, the friends that take the attention off you if something they know ur sensitive about comes up, instead of weirdly snapping at whoever brought the unfomfy thing up which ruins the mood and makes you feel tiwce as bad, yk? They just give off this vibe that they, and the space they create with their music, is just a genuine and chill place to be and hang out and relax and bond. I feel like they'd be the friend group that is so goofy and sweet and silly and accepting and lovely and always makes you feel loved and excited to be alive 🥺 They are all good noodles 🥺🥺🥺

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wri0thesley · 5 years ago

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Welcome back! I’m glad you enjoyed your trip! If you’re interested, can you write a sequel to your Team Player fic, the chapter where the reader and Prosciutto dom Risotto, only this time Ris and Prosciutto are doming the reader? Thanks, I look forward to whatever you decide to write :).

anon i am ALWAYS interested in la squadra content

Working Over (Again) - Risotto/Prosciutto/Fem Reader

afab reader, fem pronouns, slurs, facefucking, double penetration, bondage, stands in the bedroom. 5.6k!

here’s the chapter anon mentioned!

You are perfectly fine being the way Risotto Nero blows off steam. Normally, he blows off steam in a different way than most people would assume, and you and Prosciutto are there to help him with that. Sometimes, though - well, sometimes, Risotto Nero wants to blow off steam in exactly the way that anybody viewing your relationship from the outside assumes he would.

He still wants Prosciutto’s help, of course - Prosciutto, with his low velvet voice and his stern face and his cold, blue eyes that feel like they’re daring you to answer back, is perfect for this kind of thing. And you are perfectly happy, too, to allow the roles to be switched a little bit.

So when Risotto had come to you that morning and murmured, his voice low and heavy in your ear;

“My bedroom at eight, puttana,”

You had known from the name he had called you and the tone of his voice and the heaviness of his hand as it had trailed over your bare arm that tonight was one of those times. And you had felt a little thrill low in your stomach when, not an hour later, Prosciutto had caught your eye at a mission debriefing and you’d seen the slightest curl of his mouth as he looked at you.

Oh, if Risotto and Prosciutto are both planning on having you at their mercy tonight … You bite down on your bottom lip, squeezing your thighs together, already feeling the tight coil of tension in your stomach. You know how well Prosciutto works over Risotto - you and he are a perfect team when it comes to getting your esteemed Capo gasping and whimpering. You can’t wait for the handsome blond to turn his talents to working you over.

So you spent the next few hours trying not to think about it, lest you become too distracted from the mission and earn rebuke. Although you know that Risotto needs to work out his frustrations, you also know that if you misbehave, you will get more pain than pleasure. And whilst you’re not entirely averse to the former - well, you’d much prefer if tonight’s session ended with the latter.

You are already biting your lip when you knock on Risotto’s door at two minutes to eight that evening. You do not usually need to knock - everyone in the team knows you and Risotto are an item, and you have shared his quarters with him for a while now - but it is always best to start as you mean to go on. And you mean to show absolute deference to your boyfriends.

The door is opened by Prosciutto. You’d gotten changed before coming here into a black lace dress, and his eyes do not miss the change in garb. They skim over your chest and hips, and you see the faintest hint of lust as he regards you. Prosciutto tries to keep himself calm and unreadable. He does not always suceed.

“Come in, bella,” he says, and steps to one side. “The same rules as always?”

“Yes,” you say. You know what this means - you do not play with danger without designing a way to get out if things get too hard. The minute the door clicks behind you, you are at Risotto and Prosciutto’s mercy. If you wish to tap out if things do get a little too intense, you use a traffic light system; green for yes. Amber for ‘I’m nearing my limit’. Red for 'stop’.

Risotto is stern but fair. Prosciutto is … well. Prosciutto is rather fiercer than Risotto, which had proved a surprise the first time you had found yourself under his hand. Prosciutto has his moments - moments that remind you of the killer inside - in which you wonder if he might go a little too far. Risotto always stops before that point. You wonder sometimes if Prosciutto wouldn’t like to push you a little harder than you’d like to be pushed.

The door clicks shut and a pleasant shiver goes through you at the finality of that sound. The shiver intensifies when rough hands grab a hold of your hips, dragging you backwards - and you’re aware of Risotto, melting from the shadows, finally becoming visible again. One hand snaps over your mouth so you can’t make a noise - the other hand wanders down from your hip to the hem of your dress, gathering the delicate lace in his large grip.

“Did you get dressed up for us?” Risotto says, his voice low but booming, the reverberations by your ear making you shudder. His breath is hot on your neck, and you already feel ready to give into him in every sense of the word even though he’s barely touched you. “You weren’t wearing this earlier. Do you like knowing we’re looking at you, puttana?”

You nod. You can’t speak through Risotto’s fingers where his hand is clamped over your mouth. Prosciutto moves slowly and fluidly, like a graceful predator of a cat, as he takes a seat on the edge of Risotto’s huge bed. He casually crosses one of his knees over the other, his face a careful mask of boredom. You can still see that lust, though. He is not so good of an actor.

“Clearly she does,” Prosciutto says. “She’s lucky she looks so pretty in that. Though it’s a pity it’s to end the night in ruins.” He sighs, one hand moving to his throat to pull the ascot he wears untied. “I do so hate to see good clothes wasted.”

“Surely it’s more of a waste on her?” Risotto says, and Prosciutto’s lips curl into a smirk that shows off the slightest hint of his overbite and you’re rather glad that Risotto is holding you up. You’re not sure if that smirk on that face wouldn’t make your knees buckle where you are.

“You’re right,” Prosciutto says. “The sooner it’s off her, the better.”

And there’s a ripping sound where Risotto’s hand is, and you feel cool air hit your bare skin as your dress is rent in two. Risotto could have just undone the zipper, of course, but that lacks drama - as the scraps of lace fall around your feet and you’re left before them in just your underwear, you hear Risotto take in a deep, shuddering breath.

“Very nice,” Prosciutto says, and he cannot hide the grin this time. “Risotto, you’re not getting half as good a view as I am.”

“Maybe we can find some other way to keep her still."

It’s not a suggestion. Risotto’s hand peels away from your mouth, and you feel tell-tale prickling at your wrists. You grit your teeth at the strange stinging sensation as Risotto pulls the iron from your blood, and you feel the steady and assured weight of handcuffs snapping your wrists back behind you. As they do, Risotto’s heat peels away from your body, and you watch as your boyfriend goes to stand beside Prosciutto on the bed.

You stand before them in your underwear, both of their eyes clearly enjoying the view, unable to do much other than let them look at you.

"Come here,” Risotto intones, and you’re forced to adapt a gait that is graceless to make your way across the carpeting, coming to a stop in front of Risotto. He sits too, and Prosciutto immediately gets up - fluidly, the blond walks behind you, swapping the positions of your boyfriends. A hand comes to rest on your shoulder.

“As lovely as you look,” Prosciutto murmurs against your bare skin. “I think you’d look lovelier on your knees.”

The hand on your shoulder presses down, and you allow yourself to be pushed onto your knees in front of Risotto. Prosciutto’s hand moves from your shoulder to knit into your hair, between the strands, so he has a firm grip of you.

Risotto chuckles darkly, and you watch his hand go to the belt of his trousers.

You’re squirming on the floor again as you realise what’s about to happen, and that heat deep in your core does not abate as Risotto lazily pulls his cock out of his underwear to show it off to you. It’s definitely an act, the laziness - from the ruddy head of Risotto’s cock and the way it juts out from his body, he’s desperate to be touched there.

Your boyfriend’s cock is always a sight to see, and it’s even more of a sight when you’re on your knees. Risotto is big - you know that what Prosciutto is packing is sizeable, but even he, next to Risotto, pales. You watch as Risotto pumps his cock once, twice, and then looks down at you, his face unbothered by the wide-eyed adoration in your gaze.

(Adoration, and perhaps a bit of fear. Though you know that Risotto would never hurt you, having Prosciutto with his hand where it is ready to control your head’s movements adds a flare of danger to the situation.)

“I think she’d look lovelier with my cock in her mouth,” Risotto says, and that’s all of the warning you get before Risotto pushes his cock against your cheek and you know that you are being bid to open your mouth.

After you have his cock in your mouth, Risotto is content to let Prosciutto set the pace. You’re not sure what you expected - perhaps to have Prosciutto force you on and off him quick as lightning, choking you with the sheer length of Risotto’s cock, leaving you not quite enough time to catch your breath in between - but what Prosciutto chooses to do, instead, is pull on your hair slowly, so that you get to feel every inch of Risotto’s cock as it sinks behind your lips.

“Use your tongue,” Prosciutto advises, his voice breathy. He’s getting off on this just as much as you and Risotto are, then. “Aren’t you going to show your capo how much you appreciate him?”

You do. You lick kitten licks along the shaft, running your tongue across the veins in Risotto’s cock, trying to elicit more than a sigh from your stoic capo. His cock nudges the back of your throat and you try and relax the muscles, attempting to let his full length in - but even you, with much practise with Risotto’s size, do not quite manage. You gag, and Prosciutto pulls you back.

He clicks his teeth at you, his words dripping with derision, dropping to his own knees behind you but staying higher up than you are. You feel hot heat digging into the middle of your lower back as he does it - concrete proof that Prosciutto’s cock is just as desperate for some attention as Risotto’s.

“You can do better than that, can’t you?” He asks, and you nod and hum - and win a grunt from Risotto, as the vibrations send pleasant rumblings down his cock. Risotto shifts on the bed, his hands coming to rest behind him. You know that he wants to grab your hair and fuck your face in earnest, but he isn’t going to undermine what Prosciutto is doing - and Prosciutto is still moving you slowly along Risotto’s cock and making sure that you’re made aware of every perfect inch of it.

You kiss his cock, drool around it, lick and suckle and take it as far as you can, but Prosciutto’s attentions don’t allow you for a proper rhythm. You’re not surprised when, after a few more pumps, Prosciutto pulls you off of Risotto’s cock completely. He keeps a hold of your hair as he stands back up, the pull sending zips of pain-pleasure down your spine. A squeak escapes you as you’re dragged back onto your feet, and Prosciutto pauses.

“Green?” Risotto asks, from his position on the bed - and you admire him, for having his hard cock in one hand and a look in his eyes that you know is saying 'if you need to stop, we’ll stop.’

“Green,” you affirm, and Prosciutto resumes dragging you. He tosses you onto the bed face first, and you bite back a gasp at the show of unbridled strength. You know that Prosciutto is strong - you’ve seen those defined muscles in his stomach and chest - but you sometimes forget how strong, especially when he’s beside Risotto.

Prosciutto crawls onto the bed beside you, and clever fingers work to undo the clasp of your bra. Your underwear is held together at the sides by silky ribbon laces, and Prosciutto’s long, slender digits make quick work of that as well. They’re pulled away from you, and you’re utterly bare before them - and all Risotto has done is get out his cock, and all Prosciutto is done is untie his ascot.

“Look how wet you are,” Prosciutto says, and those same fingers curl into the soft flesh of your thighs, spreading them apart for Risotto to get the full view of your glistening sex. Prosciutto exhales, a sound that��s at once derision and at once horrible arousal. “You really do love being pushed around, don’t you? For all you sneer at Risotto about how he needs to be held down and fucked … you need it just as much, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you breathe out, and Prosciutto laughs harshly. Risotto’s laugh joins him after a moment, deeper and lower and shivering with suggestion in a way that makes you feel utterly breathless.

“Well,” Risotto intones, and hands fasten about your wrists just above the handcuffs. He pulls you up as though you weigh nothing (though your weight is a constant fear, a bugbear on your mind, a whisper that 'perhaps they are only pretending to love me’) and settles you on your knees on the downy comfort of the bed. “We can arrange for that.”

Prosciutto smiles at you, his eyes burning icy blue, and he shrugs off his suit jacket.

“Do you think Prosciutto is handsome, amore?” Risotto murmurs low into your ear. “I know I do. I know that watching hum fuck you will be the treat it always is. I’m sure he won’t be gentle with you. I think I’d like to see him be rough.”

“Please,” you breathe out, and Prosciutto laughs again. His jacket is gone now, and there are those muscles that you think about more often than you should.

Though Prosciutto has been a part of your relationship with Risotto for months now, sometimes you still play on the taboo nature of him joining you - and every time, without fail, it makes your throat go dry and all of the moisture in your body travel to somewhere rather more southward.

Prosciutto has unzipped his trousers now, and is pushing them down. They’re tossed carelessly aside - these are the only times you ever see Prosciutto be careless with his clothes. As your eyes travel down to his underwear, you can see that he has more pressing matters on his mind, and your cheeks flush. Prosciutto smirks to see you looking where the fabric is tented, and he’s even slower as he pulls those down pas his hipbones to reveal his cock.

“Look how hard you’ve made him,” Risotto murmurs. “It’s your duty to take care of that, you know.”

“I know,” you breathe. Risotto maneuvers your body forward, like a rag doll, positioning your knees either side of Prosciutto’s thighs - leaving your thighs helplessly spread and Prosciutto’s hard cock scant inches away from your entrance.

“Ride him for me, cara,” Risotto says. “And that’s an order.”

So it is.

You’re a little too eager sinking down onto Prosciutto’s cock - your core has been aching to be filled by something all day, and to be given what you want this early in the game when usually you’d be spanked and flogged and teased for it before you’re allowed anything coming near you? Well, you sink down onto him all in one go, and find yourself gasping at the sudden and unexpected stretch.

Prosciutto smirks at you - God, that damnable smirk. Prosciutto is one of those men who is entirely aware of how gorgeous he is, and he’s always known how to use it to his advantage when you and he have Risotto at your mercy. You’d wondered how it would feel to have that charm directed at you - and then you had, and you’d found that in the right circumstances you needed to be dominated just as much as Risotto did.

Slowly and deliberately, Prosciutto rolls his hips once at the same time as he moves his arms, crossing them beneath him like he’s relaxing in bed alone and not like one of his partners has his cock buried as deep in her as it will possibly go.

Risotto huffs out a breath of laughter, and you almost start at the hot breath that curls over the nape of your neck.

“He wants you to impress him, cara,” Risotto says, and one finger delicately traces a line down your arm, coming to rest on the pulse point beating a rhythm in your wrist. You think for a moment that he’s going to take the handcuffs away - but he does not. That would be too easy for him. Instead, he finishes his sentence. “Better not disappoint, then.”

Doing your best to keep your balance, you lift yourself up a little on your knees, managing to get a bit of height before you come back down. You’re shaking, but you do it again - up, down, up down. Eventually, after a few pumps, you manage to establish a bit of a rhythm - and though you aren’t getting much of his cock out of you with each thrust, you find a way to move your hips as you ride him that wins a swallow from Prosciutto, a bob of his throat, a sharp intake of air.

You manage to keep that going for a few minutes, before Risotto makes his presence known again, and you feel a mouth kissing at your neck at the same time as big, warm hands slide around you to cup your breasts.

“Nice view, Prosciutto?” Risotto asks, his mouth very close to your skin. You bite back a moan as one of Risotto’s hands squeezes your breast hard enough to leave bruises - but when forefinger and thumb squeeze your nipple, teasing it to a hardened point, you do not succeed in being quite so quiet.

“Even better now,” Prosciutto growls, his body shifting beneath you. His arms are still crossed under his head, but you can see muscles jumping in them now. You know that he wants to reach out and grab a hold of you, fucking into you until he can come inside, but that will not do whilst you’re at his mercy.

Instead, he watches.

Risotto touches you and kisses you with the knowledge of a man who knows your body as well as his own. Fingers slide into the spaces beneath your ribs before they go back to your chest. His mouth lathes hot warm trails of kisses and licks over your neck and your back, making you shiver and stutter in your rhythm.

He opens his mouth to say, amused;

“Easy,” and your breath catches in your throat as he pinches both of your nipples at once and you feel your walls squeeze Prosciutto.

“She liked that,” Prosciutto comments, his tone conversational, and Risotto chuckles. He squeezes again, toying with them, plucking them a little further out so they stick out from your body like hard points.

“Maybe I should pierce them,” Risotto growls low into your ear, and oh, that sends another shock through you. “Then everyone would know what a puttana you are for pain, hmm? I think they’d look pretty.”

“I do too,” Prosciutto says, his eyes focused now on where Risotto is toying with your breasts. Risotto’s teeth graze your shoulder and you feel yourself clench again. With Risotto so close to you and with the handcuffs still on you, you haven’t been able to get proper leverage and as such have been unable to get a proper rhythm going - every time you think things might be going fast enough to stoke that part of you that’s begging for release, you lose the chase.

You huff out, bouncing on your knees, and Risotto says;

“Oh. She’s getting impatient.”

“Patience is a virtue, bella,” Prosciutto says, raising an eyebrow, as if the way he’s gritting his teeth every so often and the way his eyes are flashing don’t tell the tale of a man who is just as impatient for his own end. “Impatient girls do not get their reward, do they?”

“Please,” you say, as Risotto’s hands travel down and rest on the curve of your hips. “I need to …” Your face is red. You never have trouble using lewd words when you’re teasing Risotto, but when it’s your own peak that’s on the line - you find yourself coming over shy. You find yourself struggling to say it. Perhaps it’s the embarrassment of being so needy.

Whatever it is, you can see the way that Prosciutto is looking at you and you can sense the fire of Risotto’s eyes on your back, waiting for you to crack.

“What do you need?” Risotto urges, and his teeth graze your earlobe and you think you might melt into a puddle right there. You’ve stilled, still with Prosciutto inside you; and as you flush and falter, you feel his cock twitch inside you in interest. You know that both Risotto and Prosciutto could keep you here for hours - even when they’re feeling desperate, neither of them will give in.

“I need to come,” you breathe out, whisper-soft.

“I can’t hear you,” Prosciutto replies, immediately, his blue eyes boring into you with such intensity you wonder you aren’t being seared. “Speak up, puttana.”

“I–I want to come!” You repeat, louder - and Prosciutto’s eyes are still boring into you, and Risotto’s hands do not move, so you continue speaking, your words falling over themselves in their eagerness. “I want to be f-fucked! I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk and make me come over and over again!”

Risotto’s lips curl into a smile where they’re pressed against your neck.

“You should have said sooner,” he says, and like that, you feel the handcuffs that were previously around your wrists dissipate, warmth in your wrists where the iron cells seem to melt back into your bloodstream. “But … amore. Don’t you think you better finish what you started first?”

One of Risotto’s hands motions to Prosciutto, who is still beneath you.

“Ride me, then,” he says, his eyes flashing dangerously. “Show me that you deserve to come.”

Risotto’s heat eases away from you, and you move your hands properly to either side of his shoulders so that you can have proper leverage. This time, when you pull your sex off his cock, you almost let it slip out of you - and then, you sink onto it again, your breath catching at the feeling of emptiness and then the feeling of fullness.

“Good girl,” Prosciutto says, his eyes glittering - and you keep the rhythm.

For a few moments, the only sound in the bedroom is the sound of you and Prosciutto - skin on skin, body on body, your breathing beginning to climb in rapid intensity. You’re chasing the high of an orgasm that you can feel in the very peripherals of your vision, and you don’t intend to stray from that goal - and then, you hear the wet slick of something and you turn your head.

Oh.

Risotto has a tube of something clear and viscous in one hand, and his cock in the other. You can see that his cock has been thoroughly slicked up, and you feel a low twinge in your stomach as your body clenches around where Prosciutto’s cock is buried inside. You pause in your rhythm, the orgasm that was so close ebbing away, as you watch Risotto with wide eyes. Your larger boyfriend approaches you.

“Seen something you like, bella?” Prosciutto asks, and you tear your eyes away from your advancing boyfriend to the one currently beneath you. Prosciutto chuckles at your blown eyes. “I can hardly blame you. Here.”

Almost effortlessly, Prosciutto sits up, dragging you with him so that his back is against the headboard. His hands rest affectionately on your thighs.

“I’ll take pity on you,” he says, leaning in, his breath tickling your ears - and though his tone is affectionate, you know his words are designed to make you feel blushing and dirty. “Because you clearly can’t think when a man’s cock is offered to you.”

“Prosciutto,” you breathe, and he puts a hand under your chin to tip your face up to his as he pulls back.

“Ah, amore,” he says. “We’ll fuck you until you can’t walk, just like you want us to.”

“Please do,” you say, and the bed dips as Risotto approaches the two of you. A hand pushes down on the centre of your back and you lean your body against Prosciutto’s, your breasts pressing against his chest - and then, Risotto’s hands are spreading your ass cheeks apart. The cool wetness of lubricant is poured over the pucker of your rear, making you jump a bit at the coolness - and making Risotto chuckle.

“I have an amazing view,” Prosciutto drawls, his chin on your shoulder - and you wonder for a moment what a lewd picture you must make, with Risotto’s jutting cock so close to your ass and his dark eyes focused entirely on preparing you to take him.

On cue, a finger slips inside you. It’s slick with lube, but it still steals your breath - and when a second one joins it, a huff escapes you, and you swallow back the moan of surprise. Those fingers rock inside of you for a moment, rubbing along your inner walls, scissoring slightly to stretch you out.

It’s a peculiar feeling, having Risotto’s big fingers inside you at the same time as you still have Prosciutto’s cock buried as deep in you as it will go. You feel very full - but you know it’s nothing compared to how full you’ll feel when it’s Risotto’s full length in your ass, so you breathe through it.

You’re surprised when Prosciutto whispers, turning his head so his words tangle in your hair;

“Still green?”

“Still green,” you affirm, and Risotto’s fingers pull out of you with an audible pop. Prosciutto shifts you gently, and you bend your body, curving your spine, presenting your ass to Risotto as best you can. Your boyfriend grunts out a noise of approval - and then, you feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against you, and your fingers go to cling to Prosciutto’s broad shoulders.

It’s not the first time you’ve had Risotto inside your ass, but with a man that big, every time feels like the first time again. Risotto is slow as he works himself in, inch by slow, stinging inch - and though Prosciutto and Risotto never give over their characters as the dominators, they let you breathe through it. Both of them know your limits. Perhaps they know them better than you know them yourself.

“There,” Risotto murmurs, and his hips press flush against your ass, and he’s buried inside you to the hilt. “You feel so good, troia. You’re such a good girl for me.”

“For us,” Prosciutto says, and Risotto growls in agreement.

Prosciutto moves first. His hips draw a slow circle, and you moan aloud at how good it feels to be filled.

You are utterly filled. You can feel both of them, their entire cocks inside you, and you know that they can feel one another. Prosciutto makes that abundantly clear when Risotto pulls out a little and he lets out a whistling breath through gritted teeth.

You can feel every twitch and pulse of their shafts within you, and though they had made it seem as though they wanted you to be an active participant, it soon becomes clear it’s their prerogative and they keep you between them like a rag doll as one pushes in and one pulls out. Your body attempts to arch away in the face of all of this new sensation - too much sensation, almost - but it has nowhere to go, only succeeding in making you fit more snugly against whichever man you arch towards.

There is friction and fullness and the feeling of being one with both of your boyfriends, and as they hold you in between them and play you like you’re a fiddle, you lose ability to do anything except be fucked. Prosciutto’s cock buried to the hilt. Risotto’s cock, so far inside you you fear he might split you apart. Prosciutto. Risotto–

“Eyes open, amore,” Prosciutto orders. “I want to see you when you come.”

You force yourself to keep them open as the two slowly establish a rhythm and as the pace begins to climb in fever pitch and intensity. Risotto is huffing out barely restrained noises of pleasure, whilst Prosciutto looks into you like he could strip your soul bare. Perhaps he could. You’ve always liked the idea of interrogation play–

One of Risotto’s hands snakes around you both, wrapping around your middle, a finger diving between your folds in the little space that he has to move.

“You’re going to come first,” Risotto says, and it sounds like a threat - not that that dampens your arousal in any way. “You’re going to ask before you do. Do you understand, puttana?”

He strokes over your clit, which has been aching for stimulation, and you nod with your breath barely managing to stay in your throat.

“Good,” he intones, and nips at your neck, and he begins to rub and toy with your clit in the same way he played with your nipples earlier. It does not take long for the orgasm that’s been dimly hovering around you to build after that. Before you know it, the heat is gathering low and tight in your stomach and your thoughts are jumbling in a mess inside your head, and you manage to keep eye contact with Prosciutto as you gasp out;

“C-can I come?”

“Hold on,” Prosciutto says, a smirk on his perfect lips, and of course he tells you to come on when he can feel how your walls are pulsing and fluttering around him! When he’s driving into you so mercilessly! When he can feel Risotto’s cock, separated by barely any of you!

“Please!” You whine, bucking desperately. You don’t know what might happen if you do come without the say so, but suddenly you’re fighting against Risotto’s fingers as they roll your clit with practised ease.

“No,” Prosciutto says, “Hold on–”

You don’t. You feel the dam break, heat creep over your entire body, and your resolve crumble to ash as waves of pleasure wash over you. You feel your channel tighten around Prosciutto, and your eyes squeeze closed reflexively as your orgasm hits with an intensity that leaves your thighs trembling.

“You were doing so well,” Risotto growls - and then, your body is a free-for-all.

Both of their hips rock into you, their growls reaching a fever pitch, their cocks dragging against every over-sensitive nerve inside you. Your body is helpless between them–

You shouldn’t be surprised that Prosciutto breaks first. His hand digging so hard into your hips you wouldn’t be surprised if he drew blood with his nails, he pants out your name at the same time as his cock twitches and you feel hot come fill you. He continues to rut into you, working out every last drop of his release, leaving your sex warm and heavy with his load - but it’s clear that was his last hurrah, and he tapers out, cock still inside you but his chest heaving.

Risotto folds his weight over you, his lips brushing your ear.

“My turn, then.” He says.

“Amber,” you whisper - aware of how heavy he feels inside your ass. Aware of how sore you feel after coming. Aware of how Prosciutto is still holding onto you.

“I’ll be gentle,” he promises - and although he carries on fucking you, his pace relaxes. He doesn’t drive into you with intensity so great it makes your eyes water. And you realise he’s getting just as much out of enjoying the feel of you - hot and tight and you, most of all - that he did out of fucking you.

Risotto loves your body. He loves it when you bring him to the edge. He loves bringing you to that same feeling - but most of all, he loves you.

Prosciutto leans forward, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, as you press a kiss to his cheek to move your hips a little for Risotto. Prosciutto loves you too, you realise, and you feel warm and tender–

Risotto gasps out your name against your ear as he spills inside you, pumping you slowly but just as full as Prosciutto did. Your entire body feels full of their release. Risotto’s hips slow as he rides out the final weak spurts of his come, and then he gently eases out of you. You move your knees just a little, letting Prosciutto’s softened cock slip from your well-filled sex.

You collapse against Prosciutto’s chest, breath heaving.

Risotto chuckles as his warm hands stroke over your back.

“Green?” He asks, and you make a noise low in your throat that, if someone were listening close enough, sounded just about like “green”.

Your punishment for coming before you were allowed to would have to wait until next time - but, as Risotto pulls you gently off Prosciutto, murmuring something about clean-up and aftercare - you’re secure in the knowledge that next time will be just as good.

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