#yes i cant stop thinking about santino

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Labyrinth

Okiee, I'm posting this here bc why not.

A changed version of John chasing Santino in the mirror place (Reflection of the soul? I think it's called like that lmao).

The title name was inspired by the song Labyrinth by Miracle Musical, I even put some lyrics (although changed a little to fit with the text and dialog) bc I think this song represents what happens here perfectly.

I tried to write this in more of a psychological way. It was my first time writing something like this, with lyrics and psychological style. So sorry if it looks weird, I tried to do something.

I hope it's good enough, I really just did this for fun :)

Relationship: Santino D'Antonio/John Wick

It wasn't supposed to be this way, really. He was just supposed to have his celebration of joining the High Table.

Literally becoming the Camorra prince.

But John wouldn't let him have it. Not after what he did to him.

Walls keep spinning and his path keeps turning.

Patience thinning and his calves keep burning.

Running away from the boogeyman was actually more difficult than it had seemed. Full of his pride, Santino thought he would escape easily.

But he was lost alone in the labyrinth of mirrors. Alone. Almost alone. With the boogeyman chasing him.

Running in circles.

He feels like he's never getting out.

'I'm trapped.' He thought to himself.

The mirrors, everything looked the same.

Trying to escape from this thing that he fears.

But all the stairwells lead straight to hell.

Until something went wrong. He's not sure how John found him, but he was caught like a prey animal.

That is what John's good at.

Hunting.

But not animals.

He can see the beast getting closer.

John grabbed him by his throat and slammed him into a mirror. Good thing the mirror didn't shatter and cut them both.

This time no one was there to save him. No Ares, no one. It was just him and the beast choking him, squeezing hard on his throat.

Everything seems clear like the end is near.

He's dying to get out.

In the glass labyrinth, he's the mouse.

His breaths were coming in sharp gasps, trying to get some air. However, the more he tried, the more John pressed harder. Gripping onto John's hand wasn't helping either. He was just making it worse for himself.

Was he really going to die by John Wick hands? It had seemed exciting to fantasize about it, but experiencing it felt like nothing he had imagined.

Everything seemed to get dark when John let go of him and he collapsed onto his knees. Holding his throat as he coughed and gasped for air.

Why. Why didn't he kill him?

He even had a gun. Why didn't he shoot him?

But instead started choking him and now let him go?

He can feel the fatigue but he's dying to shine.

While Santino was busy trying to catch his breath and not pass out, John crouched in front of him and pulled Santino's chin up so he makes eye contact with him.

"Good boy." John told him and smiled.

It made Santino feel even more sick. He was so confused, yet he could feel himself slightly blushing. Oh the praises-

What the hell?

John must've noticed how Santino was looking puzzled, so he chuckled before speaking, "Wasn't this exciting, Santino? Isn't this what you wanted?" He teased him, tracing his thumb near Santino's lips.

"Y-you can't be serious.." Santino breathed out weakly. Eye to eye with him, like this. So vulnerable, exhausted. "I can." John replied. "I thought you wanted this." He stood up, admiring the way Santino didn't even try to fight back anymore.

Not that he could. Not like this. Santino had to look up at him, seeing how John sighed in pleasure from this sight.

Knelt in front the boogeyman, lo spettro, looking up innocently.

"Yeah, you liked it. Look at you..." John murmured softly, smirking at him, going through his hair with his fingers. Santino shivered a little.

Fuck. He really...liked it.

"John...don't do this.." Santino muttered, but continued to look at him. "Hm?" John hummed playfully. "Let me go.." Santino said quietly, trying to stand up only for John to grab him by his throat again.

But gently.

Santino whimpered. Dammit, John is playing with his prey.

The whimper. The sign of weakness and vulnerability. John loves that. Especially in Santino D'Antonio. A crime lord, the Camorra prince.

"Good boy. That's what I wanted to hear. I'm going to need to hear a lot more." John purred, smirking at him.

Blushing. Oh fuck- he was so fucking flustered and...turned on at the same time. Under John's hand. Being called a good boy.

'I don't want to fail.'

But all the stairwells lead straight to hell.

Maybe he finally reached the point of no return.

It's just a game he plays.

Here in this labyrinth,

He's trapped.

[fics-not-tragedies]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“M-Me?”

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

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

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

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

“Don’t fight me, bella…”

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

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

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

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

“Santino…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please…” you persisted, pouty and pathetic.

“Please what?”

“Please spank me again.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“S-Santino…” you whimpered, submissively. 

“I asked you a question…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“S-Santino…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“S-Santino … b-baby, I’m so close…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you have plans for the night?”

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Reckless Serenade [4]

It’s been 84 years... but a new chapter is up! It’s still @cyberpvnkss‘ request and I hope it was worth the wait 👀

Words: 1876; Warnings: angst & smut; Summary: After you spotted a picture of your father Santino tries to explain what kind of relationship they had and what kind of ‘business’ they got involved into.

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“You… you knew my father?” The words echoed in your brain and you gripped the edge of the table, afraid you’ll fall down in any moment. Your head was spinning, your heart was pounding and all you wanted now was some sort of explanation, the mood for steamy sex was long gone now.

When Santino remained silent you turned around and walked closer to him, almost shoving the picture into his face while pointing to your father, “You knew him?!”

He just sighed, his hand grabbing the picture frame and setting it aside on the bedside table, “Yes, bella, I knew your father” Santino spoke calmly, “we were… business partners, flew together on a various trips. He was one of my closest friends, the one from quite few I could trust, I was devastated when I heard that he died” he sucked in a sharp breath, his hands coming down to your arms, soft fingers squeezing them gently, “I couldn’t attend his funeral because of… let’s call it logistical issues.”

“Did you know I was his daughter when we started talking at your club?” You were shaking, your voice was too loud and it seemed like you couldn’t control it now, the words were coming out of your mouth without the presence of your consciousness.

“No, bella, I had no idea… The last time I saw you… you were just a little child. But now I see that this child grew into a beautiful woman.”

“You only saying that because I’m standing right in front of you fucking naked.”

“You’re not naked, yet. Bella your panties are still on your body and I wish they weren’t…” his hands slid down your arms and onto your sides, but you pushed them away and took few steps back looking up at his face with eyes full of tears.

His eyes are locked with yours and you become aware of how desperate he is in his tryings to play it all cool. Like the sight of you standing right in front of him hasn’t even bothered him.

But he’s not trying enough.

“I know how much you loved him and how much he loved you…” and you noticed the little crack in his voice when his gaze stumbled across your figure again, his hungry eyes trying to figure out what you’re thinking, “Every time we were out on a business trip he was talking about you… about his little principessa that he had to leave at home. You were his first thought in the morning and his last in the evening. He couldn’t shut up about you… I’m sorry for your loss, bella, I’ve lost many people in the past, yet I don’t know how it is to lose someone you truly loved.”

Those tiny wrinkles around his eyes when he squinted them not believing that the woman who he was kissing just few moments before was the child that crawled into his lap demanding sweets many years ago.

“Don’t you ever loved someone, Santino? Doesn’t your father loves you? You’re lucky, you still have him.”

“No…” he breathed, sitting on the edge of his bed, “My father loves me, because I’m his son, it’s not the same kind of love your father had for you… Honestly I-... cazzo… I wish my father was dead, I could finally run everything the way I want to, not the way ‘it should be’.  Rules are the enemy of the progress, bella. Your father was thinking the same, that way he got killed.”

“Wait… what? Everyone was saying that it was a road accident! What are you saying…” You took a deep breath still trembling, your chest became heavy, it felt like your whole body was about to collapse in few seconds.

“The closed coffin… hanno dovuto chiuderlo, your father was murdered bella, the bullet was still in his head when they buried him.”

“How do you know this? How do you know all of the details? We were told that he was in a car accident, a drunken driver pushed his car out of the lane and he hit a tree, that’s why he was dead, not because he was murdered! How can someone who works in a company that sells computer parts get murdered?”

“Your father told you we were in a IT industry? Stronzetto in gamba… we’re not selling computer parts, bella, that’s all I can tell you. I already said too much, I don’t want you to be in danger.”

“You’re putting me in danger when you’re not telling me everything…” Santino laughed at your words slowly standing up.

You look into his eyes only to see that they were watery and slightly red just like your own were.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t come here. I’m such an idiot. I really shouldn’t-...” he cut you off by pressing his lips to yours.

Stunned by his gesture you want to escape from his embrace at first. The warmth of his body, his hands on your back, smell of his cologne mixed with his sweat, how his lips taste like tobacco and old whisky, the way he kisses you like a long lost lover… all of those tiny bits blended together made you melt.

His arms wrapped around you as you stepped closer to him, pressed your body up tightly against his and kissed you determinedly, his hand cupping the side of your face to make sure you weren’t going anywhere.

He’d ignited a spark in you now and you wanted more, letting your hand run down his chest, clutching his shirt to keep him close, biting down teasingly on his bottom lip, giggling when he let out a soft whimper, only pressed up closer to you, his lips parting and you slipped your tongue past them to move it slowly with his, it didn’t take much to for him to give up his dominance.

“The perfume you’re wearing…” he breathed against your mouth, “It was a gift from me… every time we flew to Italy, me and your father, I bought them for you… because bella, you only deserve the best in your life.”

His hand moved up your side slowly, palming your breast, groaning into the kiss when you tugged on his hair again, leaning your body up into the touch of his hand but he pressed up closer against you, the wall digging into your back and you whined softly when his hips began grinding into yours and you could feel the hardness restrained by his tight suit pants, pulsing too close to where that need had started forming between your legs.

You drew back from the kiss, panting and dragging his head back slightly with his hair twirled around your fingers, making him whimper as his eyes fluttered open and he looked back at you with something else in his eyes that you hadn’t seen before, less was it confidence than need, lust…

“Mmm, do you like this?” You whispered, pushing your hips forward now to grind against him.

Santino nodded eagerly, pressing his forehead against yours and keeping you backed up against the bedroom wall while his hand was slipping beneath your dress, making you whimper when he nudged your legs apart, your knees growing weak instantly when he felt your wet folds through the fabric of your underwear, fingertips brushing up against the damp material and you pushed your hips forward again, trying to lean forward to capture his lips in a kiss but he held you just the way he wanted, forehead against forehead so he could watch your face as he pushed your underwear aside and you moaned loudly when his fingers came in direct contact with your skin, trying to buck into his touch again.

“Is this what you wanted?” He asked, and you wondered where the confidence had come from, how he’d switched from being so reserved, trying so hard to hold himself back, torturing himself to this, having snapped out of it and taking complete control of you now.

You gripped onto his shoulder, trying to steady yourself when his thumb came in contact with your clit, just brushing up once, just into the right spot that made you cry out, “P-Please…”

“Oh, bella... I know” he coaxed, feeling how your fingers were digging into his back, “I know you like that.”

“S-Santino...” You moaned feeling the heat consume your body, the waves of pleasure washing  all over your body. He slid his two fingers inside you and another moan escaped your lips.

“I like the way you moan my name, principessa…” he purred into your ear, curling his fingers inside you. Cursing loudly you gripped his wrist and started to fuck yourself on his long fingers. 

You ran your fingers through his hair, gently tugging at it, making him moan softly into your mouth, sending shivers up your spine and tingles down between your legs. Slipping your hands into the sleeves of his jacket you made him shrug it off, leaning closer to you as you began to unbutton his silky black vest.

“Those are gonna be dirty…” you mumbled against his lips when he dropped his vest down on the ground with his jacket.

“You’re dirty, bella” he chuckled, biting your bottom lip playfully, “Fucking yourself on my fingers like that… only naughty girls do it…”

“Fuck…” you whispered.

He chuckled with satisfaction, beginning to pick up a slow pace with his fingers while his kisses trailed down your neck, stopping here and there over the delicate your collarbone before he pushed your bra down to press soft kisses to your breasts, twirling one of your nipples between his fingers while his lips sucked lightly on the other, his fingers buried inside you all the while, making you a moaning mess underneath him, “Does this feel good?” He asked, lifting his head lightly to look up at you.  

You nodded eagerly, your eyes tightly shut as you threw your head back, “S-So good … fuck…” your hand flew to the back of his head, your fingers twirling his soft locks around them as your sucked in another breath, humming when his thumb pressed down on you, adding to the pleasure, “Don’t … don’t stop…” you whispered, lightly tugging on his hair.

“Forse volete qualcosa di più grande, bella… ho davvero voglia di scoparti…” Santino rasped into your ear, his mother tongue making your knees become even weaker and you were glad that his other arm was carefully wrapped around your middle, pushing your body against him.

“I have no fucking idea what you just said, but I’ll agree to anything if you keep talking to me in Italian” you mumbled, letting him guide you towards his large bed, before you both sank down onto the soft mattress.

“I’ve said that I really want to fuck you, bella… may I do it?” He asked politely, his fingers pumping faster in and out of you.

“Y-yes… p-please Santi… p-please fuck me” you purred.

“Who’s the kitten now?” He asked playfully removing his hand from between your thighs. You were about to protest when he moved down on the bed, his lips kissing down your belly, “Before I fuck you, bella, I have to make sure you’re bagnata a dovere.”

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Reckless Serenade [1]

After 84 years I finally managed to produce first part of this 7-part request submitted by @cyberpvnkss​​. Once again I’m really sorry it took me that long, but life’s a lil bitch sometimes. I hope this was worth the wait! Also the title of this tiny series is inspired by this song.

STORY SUMMARY: When her father passed away she started to feel lonely once again, even her mother and sister couldn’t help her with filling the hole the death of her father left in her heart and soul. So she mourns him her own way - by throwing herself into endless loop of going out and partying really hard every night. But only until she meets Santino - a man who used to work with her father that makes her feel wanted again.

Words: 3041; Warnings: smoking and drinking, nothing explicit yet; Summary: It’s another Friday night when you find yourself in the club you’ve spend most of your time after your father died. After few drinks in you meet the owner and then he starts his game of seducing you, but you’re not an easy bird to catch.

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

You’d told yourself that you’d leave after one more song, the lights would turn on soon anyway and despite the rush you felt now, you were exhausted, had worked all week and had just come to relieve some of the built up tension, relax and let go but you also desperately needed sleep.

As you reveled in the last song, you felt someone too close to you, for about the millionth time. But as you turned and looked over your shoulder, you saw a guy you hadn’t seen before, tinted sunglasses, dark blue collared shirt with a bandana around his neck covering what would’ve been visible of his chest otherwise. Despite the shades, you could see his eyes fixated on you, wandering from your face down your body as you didn’t stop swaying your hips, less space between the two of you as you lifted your arms again.

He wasn’t uncomfortably close but close enough for you to give him a gesture to move along by turning away again, but you knew he was still behind you, his head and his hips swaying to the song that was supposed to be the final to your catharsis of tonight. But he had something else in mind, smirked when you looked at him again through your lashes, licking your lips and he moved closer, your bodies still not quite touching, but you were still almost dancing against him now and one of his hands hovered just above your hip, not quite as if he was going touch you but ready to do so in the case that it would become an appropriate thing to do but right now, just blocking your way to keep his little game going.

There was something about him, a certain vibe that no one had given you before, he was clearly interested, confident about it and not shy to show you but at the same time had something somewhat respectful, wasn’t putting his hands on you or needed a cheesy line, his eyes did all the talking, he didn’t need to tell you he liked your tight jeans or your eyes or how you moved, his eyes said it all, eyeing, eating you up with the look behind those glasses. And he still didn’t move away, clearly wanting to play.

So you turned around fully, stepping closer to him and smirking when he slowly took off his shades, licking his lips. The light hit his face for just a moment, his big brown eyes resting on yours and you reached out for the glass in his hand which he gave up easily, taking a sip as you held his gaze, seeing him move closer and you licked your lips before you handed it back, the strong liquor burning down your throat as you kept a straight face, eyes locked with his.

He bit his bottom lip, the look in his eyes so intense that it added to the thrill you already felt from the music, no one looking at you having had quite the effect on you that his gaze did. You were still moving in tune with the beat absolutely naturally, somewhat in control of yourself until he leaned in, his breath tickling your neck and sending shivers down your spine, his voice surprisingly deep, waking a deep desire in the pit of your stomach.

“Let me take you out of here.”

You laughed, but the sound was muffled by the music. Leaning in you breathed into his ear, “Not tonight.” He was surprised, the puzzled look on his face, the raised eyebrow, the confident smirk now swept away from his face, all shown that it wasn’t the answer he expected to get from you. So instead of saying anything else you just patted his shoulder and walked off the dancefloor heading over to the bar.

Sitting on the bar stool you waved over to Jameson who was busy serving drinks to some other people and he just gave you a silent nod, meaning that you’d have to wait for your turn.

There was a sudden fuss going around in the background, some people were leaving the place in a hurry, some other were badly hiding the exchange of their whispers. Then the whole club was swarmed with broad men dressed in similar suits, their eyes carefully scanning the room for potential threat.

“The boss is here” Jameson finally approached you, placing three shot glasses in front of you and filled them with liquor.

The first one went swiftly, but as you took another one, you sighed loudly, wondering if maybe you should have stayed home. But then again, getting drunk… wasn’t that what you were supposed to do after another bad break up?

Yes. Yes, it was. But it had been a while. And if you were honest with yourself, you weren’t having one shot of vodka after another, because you couldn’t get over your break up. It was more the feeling of loneliness that had settled in now, you’d been alone for a while and you had thought you’d be comfortable with it and of course, it had its upsides. There was no one that you had to pay attention to but yourself, no compromises.

But you liked doing that, you liked taking care of somebody, working together and giving and receiving support. So what you were really upset about and five shots in over was the fact that you were alone and that you didn’t want to be. And most of all, the fear that it’d stay that way.

It wasn’t the kind of loneliness that come to you when you have no one left here on Earth. You had a loving mother and a pair of siblings, but after your father passed away every other day after that moment was just simply bleak. No one really knew how much you’ve missed him. You were the youngest, his little princess as he always called you. But he was gone now and there wasn’t any man nor any amount of liquor that could fill in the massive rupture that was now located in the spot of your chest, the one where your heart was previously in. They didn’t let you see him, there was no open coffin, no time to hold his hand for the last time or playfully stroke your fingers through his beard like you always did when you two spent time together. All you got was the urn with his ashes and his death certificate.

You ran your fingers through your hair before hopping off the bar stool, instantly feeling unstable on your feet. Wasn’t it always that way? You didn’t think you were that drunk, but as soon as you weren’t sitting anymore, your balance would betray you.

Wobbling to the bathroom, you tried to hold on wherever you could, embarrassing yourself a few times when you stumbled into the back of someone’s chair or bumped accidentally against somebody’s arm. You cursed yourself under your breath for allowing yourself to get carried away, finally making it to the bathroom.

As expected, there were two or three women already waiting for their turn and you sighed, leaning back against the door frame, holding the door open carefully. One of the women coming out of the stalls gave you a worried look and probably wondered if you were by yourself.

Yes, you were by yourself. But you had been here by yourself multiple times, be it on a night like this, or after friends had already gone home. The bartender knew you enough to recognize you and some of the other regulars also looked familiar.

Once you were done and came out of the stall once it finally was your turn, you washed your hands and also sprayed some cold water into your face to freshen up. There was no make up you could wash away and your bare face was completely on display. But at least your waterproof mascara kept its promise. The music was much quieter now, it almost seemed like they’ve installed an orchestra somewhere around the LED beams.

You stumbled, but managed to not draw any attention to yourself and sat back down, ordering some whisky. Jameson gave you a worried look and you just sighed.

“I don’t want another lecture. Not from you. Not tonight” you mumbled to him, leaning over the bar, running your hand through your hair again and again, “I have enough of them when I come home, trust me…”

“Alright” he said, placing an empty glass in front of you with a thud, “But it’s your last one” Jameson stated matter-of-factly before filling the whole glass with whisky.

“You’ve said that four shots earlier…” wiggling out your cigarette case from your narrow handbag you took out one from the three that were left inside and put it between your lips. Jameson placed a clean ashtray next to your drink and before you even could reach inside your bag to fish out a lighter, a suit clad arm reached out from you holding out a lit Zippo.

“Listen to your bartender” the man whose arm it was spoke, “He’s a really good one” when your cigarette was lit he closed the lighter with a click you turned to the side, so you could have a better look at him.

The dark curls on the sides of his head were freshly shaven, the top part now tamed with a tad bit of gel. His whole face was smiling at you, his blue eyes lit, beaming at you, the gentle creases around his nose visible, the corners of his mouth curled upwards, “Perhaps I should give him a raise” the man spoke again, raising his own glass towards Jameson and you could pick up the hint of an accent that lingered on few words here and there. He was still smiling and there wasn’t any force on Earth that could’ve stopped you from mimicking the gesture, your own lips, still partially covered in red lipstick, curled up in a smile.

When his eyes fell back on you his smile grew even wider, “What do you think about that, bella?” He asked you, leaning closer, before he fished out his own pack of cigarettes and placed one between his lips lighting it straight away, “Do you think our beloved Jameson deserve a raise?” The man blew the smoke away from your face, pinching the cigarette between his fingers few times. Jameson just sighed and moved to the new customers on your right side.

“Of course he does” you took a drag from your cig and leaned your head on your opened hand, “Jameson is the best one I’ve ever had the chance of meeting” you added quickly taking your glass in the left hand and exhaling the smoke to the side.

“So we’ve made a decision - he gets a raise” the man stated before bumping his glass against yours playfully, “I guess you know what you’re saying, bella, I’ve noticed that you’ve become our regular.”

“Our?” You raised your eyebrow at him taking another drag from your cigarette.

“You don’t know who I am, do you, bella?” He wet his lips before mimicking your action.

“Should I?” You questioned him, taking a big gulp from your drink and he let out a little laugh, “All I can tell now that you’re a very handsome man, who likes fancy suits, has a bad habit of smoking and is apparently an Italian, mister…?”

“Santino” he replied, quickly scooping up your hand that let go of the glass into his own and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your hand.

“And a gentleman” you added with a playful smirk on your face.

“And the owner of this place. And few other ones in this city.”

“So, you’re a businessman?” Santino let go of your hand, so you could took another sip of your drink.

“If you put it this way… yes, I am, bella.”

“Why do you keep calling me the name of a Disney princess?”

He laughed again, “It means ‘beautiful’ in Italian.”

“You think I’m beautiful?” You questioned his words.

“I do” his fingers brushed against your hand that was now flicking the cigarette into the ashtray.

“Gosh, you must be more drunk than I am…” you rolled your eyes causing him to let out a little huff.

“I know beauty when I see it, trust me on that” Santino winked at you and you felt the blush that crept onto your chest. You stubbed out the cigarette into the ashtray and he gently took your hand in his, “What would you say about late dinner?” He asked, stubbing out his own cigarette, before he enveloped your hand in both his hands.

“I don’t go to dinners with strangers” you responded, moving your hand away from his grip, “Even with the handsome ones.”

“Look at all of my guards in here… you’d be safe around me, bella, I can guarantee.”

“Not if you are the dangerous one” you pointed with your finger toward his chest and he gently grasped your wrist, “men like you are the lethal weapon, with all the wit and all the money… you could have anything and anyone…”

“Perhaps I am the lethal weapon, bella, but I’m also the conservatore, the… curator of beauty. And I simply like to be around beautiful things and beautiful women.”

“Then you should find one.”

“Oh, bella…” Santino lifted your hand up to his face, his nose brushing against your skin as he smelled the faded scent of your perfume, “You act like you don’t own any mirrors.”

“I own a few. And I-I know how to use them…” your lips trembled when he gracefully kissed the inside of your wrist, his lips lingering there for more than they should.

“What perfume do you use, amore?” He asked you and you rolled your lower lip between your teeth when he looked up at you, the sultry stare almost undressing.

“The brand is called Bulgari… my dad always brought me a bottle from his business trips.”

“Italian profumo…” he smelled your wrist again, “That’s why it smell so familiar. It suits you more than well, bella. You’d look stunning in nothing but this scent.”

Santino toyed with your wrist again, his gentle touches, the movements of his fingers releasing a spark of excitement that ran up and down your spine caused a sudden shiver. You could feel your heart thudding against your rib cage and breathing somehow got harder, so you decided to cover your sudden excitement with another sip taken from your glass.

“You’re pulse runs like a wild levriero…” he stated like it was more than obvious and he wasn’t surprised by the fact that his presence had such an impact on you. Covering your alcohol induced embarrassment behind a giggle you let go of your glass and moved your hand to his that laid on top of the bar, the movement not going unnoticed by his guards as they moved closer to you two in a rush, but he waved them off with a nod of his head.

You carefully tucked his watch down, trying not to scratch it with your nails since it looked more expensive than your entire house, and you pressed your index and middle finger to the inside of his wrist.

“Seems like your pulse wants to catch up with mine…” breathing out you slowly lifted his hand, so you could examine it up close just like he did with yours, “What perfume are you using?” You asked him, leaning in to smell his wrist, but there wasn’t any scent on his skin there.

“You’d have to smell my neck, bella” he rasped, lifting your hand to his face and you tapped your fingers against his jaw.

“I doubt it’s wise in this current… position” you caressed his hand with yours, while fingers of the other one danced on his cheek, “I don��t want to be tasered by your broad guys.”

“Many things we do aren’t wise, yet we still commit to them. Come, bella” he gestured you to got up from the bar stool, while his hand let go of yours that rested against your cheek and moved to loosen up the tie along with the first button of his white shirt.

“Do you let everyone smell your perfume that easily?” You asked, sliding yourself off the seat, hesitant to move closer to him. Santino laughed, his arm looping around your waist gently pulling you closer, as you clutch onto his wrist.

“No, only the special women, like you.”

You stumbled towards him, but his arm around you was there to give you balance. When you were close enough you just rested your hands on his chest, looking up into the pair of piercing eyes that was scanning your every movement, every little gesture.

“What makes you think that I’m special? It’s much easier to get a call girl than try to seduce a random woman at a club you own.”

“I’m well aware that in the twenty first century the art of seducing someone is long forgotten, yet I never was a fan of brothels.”

“And I am not a whore” you leaned in to mumble into his ear, before grabbing your purse and simply walking away from him.

“That was not my point!” Santino shouted after you, so you stopped and turned around, so you could look at him.

“It seemed like it was. Make your intentions clearer the next time.”

“Will there be a next time, bella?” He took a sip from his glass.

“See for yourself tomorrow, Santino.”

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Is this what you wanted?

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This fic is based on a request I got ages ago, that was submitted by @kollover24​​​and I hope this is what you had on your mind love!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And…?”

“And I still haven’t had an orgasm…”

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

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

“Well… em… I-I…”

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

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

“Sorry… Do you want me to leave too?”

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

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

“Oh” he breathed, eyebrows raised in shock.

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

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

The room was deadly silent.

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

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

“Why not?” He said, incredulously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Challenge accepted” he smirked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Give it time, bella” he said softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I just need a moment” he whispered.

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

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

[fics-not-tragedies]

Be a good boy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[fics-not-tragedies]

You take my self control

©

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bella” he drawled, clearing his throat.

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

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

[fics-not-tragedies]

April song prompts: #9 Masseduction

Today’s prompt was requested by myself, since no one asked for it.

SONG: Masseduction - St. Vincent ft. Santino D’Antonio; Words: 1900 (drabbles, I said 🤡); Warnings: smut;

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“I wanted to show you, Santi, after I could wear them better. I’m still getting used to them…”

Santino let out a considering sort of mumble. His eyes drop to the plunging neckline of your dress, a deep V that expose too much of your chest.

“I understand. It’s important to feel comfortable in what you’re wearing, bella” his hands were warm where they rested on your back, one thumb stroking in distracting circles over the purple embroidery of the fabric, “But, you, you look definitely stunning like this. If you don’t mind my saying so, principessa.”

Even without the compliment, the low, almost suggestive timbre of Santino’s voice is enough to bring you enough confidence, so you could look up at him. You lifted your gaze from the floor to Santino’s face. You were so stuck in your own head that you’d completely missed the way Santino had been looking at you. He appeared to be holding onto his usual reserved poise only barely, eyes dark and hungry.

“Really?”

“Sì” Santino’s hands skated down your back softly, slowly, to rest at your hips.

And then he’s too close for you to focus on anymore.

Then… a kiss. Santino’s lips on yours, Santino’s tongue in your mouth, Santino’s hand sliding down to rest on your ass, pulling you both flush together and making your knees go weak.

“Santi” you managed when they separate. His mouth is wet, his voice a shaky nightmare.

“Bella” Santino purred. It reverberated through your entire body, “I would very much like to touch you.”

You aren’t sure whether Santino was referring to you getting caught dressing up like this or to how the rest of his family was still in the apartment, too, and would surely notice Santino slipping away to your bedroom for such an extensive amount of time, would surely guess what you were getting up to. You bit back a groan. Embarrassment and desire swirled inside you in equal measure, feeding into each other.

Santino, in his infinite kindness and consideration, always treated you with so much care and restraint, but right now it’s unnecessary; Santino’s hands were electric where they rested against your body, and you wanted to feel them all over.

“We should lock the door…” you breathed.

Santino nodded, kissing your forehead before letting go of your body. There’s much less distance between you, as you realized, since the heels gave you couple more inches of height.

“Of course, I’ll take care of it. Please sit down, bella. I don’t want you to break your ankles in those killer heels.”

And you did, perching awkwardly on the edge of the bed, trying to get your breathing under control. Santino secured the door with a smart click.

You expected him to sit down as well, but instead Santino arranged himself on the carpeted floor in front of your feet, folding his legs underneath himself and drawing his hair away from his eyes.

“Santi?” You asked, thinking of getting up and joining Santino on the floor, too.

“No, no, bella… stay on the bed” Santino requested mildly. You watched, speechless, as Santino lifted one of your feet and placed it carefully in his lap, “They really do suit you, bella” he continued, stroking a hand down your stocking-clad shin until he reaches the T-strap of the black heel.

“I-… Thank you” you mumbled weakly.

Santino undid the strap, eased the shoe off your foot, and dropped it to the floor. Smooth. Methodical. He ran his hand over the top of your foot just like he’d done with your leg.

“Santi…”

“Is this alright, bella?” Santino murmured. He’s moving your leg, urging you to lift it so that he can rest your foot on his shoulder. You were rewarded with a single soft kiss against your ankle when you obliged.

You weren’t able to give a proper answer to Santino’s question. You couldn’t find the words to express how wet you were just from this: Santino sitting between your spread legs and showering you with gentle touches, your fringed skirt bunched up high enough that it conceals absolutely nothing.

“Yes” you breathed. And then: “I didn’t know that you were into this sort of play, Santi.”

Santino appeared to consider your statement as he set your foot back down and moved to take off your other shoe.

“It’s obvious that seeing you like that feels really… new. You don’t realize how lovely you look right now, bella.”

You can feel your face beginning to burn again, but thankfully you’re spared from responding by Santino leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your knee, to the inside of your bare thigh. He kissed all the way up to your underwear. The scrap of black lace wasn’t covering much at all, at this point; you felt the tickling puffs of Santino’s breath against you for a second before Santino mouthed at you through the fabric, then pulled away only long enough to tug the garment down your legs and off, crumpling them and tossing them to the floor.

Then Santino’s tongue is lavishing your folds, sucking at your clit, before he pressed his whole face between your legs receiving a loud moan from you as a response.

Some of Santino’s hair fell into his face and you reached out to helpfully tuck them behind his ear, which quickly turns into sliding your hand into Santino’s hair and curling fingers into the base of his scalp. You felt the urge to force Santino forward and thrust your hips into his mouth, riding his face, but you resisted, satisfying yourself with twisting your other hand in the sheets. It’s all you could do to not come just from having Santino mouth nibbling, licking and teasing all over your clit. Soon, biting down on the tip of your own tongue wasn’t enough to stave off your swiftly oncoming orgasm.

“Stop” he gasped. “If you keep going, I’ll- I don’t want to-”

Santino pulled off, a thin thread of saliva stretching from his mouth to your clit. He licked it away.

“You can’t resist coming like this?” There’s the trace of a smirk around Santino’s swollen lips, “I must admit, I’ve found myself curious about how much you could endure if I were to ask you to hold back, bella.”

You bit your lip, “Maybe you should try and find out” you mumbled, “but not now. I won’t last Santi… that was… too much.”

“No, not now” Santino agreed, casually leaning back on one hand, “So, bella, where would you like me instead?”

You knew Santino doesn’t meant it the way you were interpreting, but it almost sounded like Santino was asking for an order. The thought had you avoiding Santino’s gaze again, flustered.

“Everywhere” you gasped.

Your dress was short enough for Santino to put his hands up it, easily, so he did when you stood up, beginning a slow, leisurely exploration of the globes of your ass, the backs of your thighs. He seemed preoccupied by the soft black fabric of the stockings, running his fingers along the tops of them again and again.

“You can lean on me more, bella.”

“Are you sure Santi?” You asked, breathless. You didn’t want to topple both of you over. Santino’s only answer was to trace a fingertip along your ass, then your thighs, until he stopped it at your entrance and you bit back a whimper, wrapping your arms around Santino’s neck. Santino continued circling your entrance without dipping his finger in - a light, maddening pressure.

“Santi, please…”

“As much as I love this” Santino smoothed his other hand over the skirt spread over the tops of your thighs, “it’s probably best that you take it off.”

“I needed Ares’ help with the zipper” you mumbled, licking your tongue over dry lips, getting up off of Santino’s lap and turning around, “Do you mind…?”

Santino eased it down. The dress fell open, exposing your back. When you stepped out of it you were left in nothing but the stockings. It’s funny. Santino has undressed you before, a good number of times at this point, but somehow having the stockings on made you feel more vulnerable than if you were completely naked.

You were pulled back into Santino’s lap, Santino kissing along your neck and chest, roaming freely so now there’s nothing in his way. You caught Santino’s mouth with yours again, sliding further into his lap. This time when his hand disappeared underneath you, he pushed his index finger inside, you letting him in with barely any resistance. Santino checks in with you anyway, kissing the lobe of one ear as you groan loudly.

“Is that good?”

“No” you muttered, impatience making you bold, “Give me more. Please Santi.”

Santino huffed another laugh, pressed a kiss to your cheek. Pushing a second finger inside, then a third he made you moan even louder.

Then his hands were gentle on your hips as he guided you onto his cock, gentle until you weren’t, nails digging sharp into his skin. You let out a shaky exhale as he filled you up inch by inch.

You lifted himself up, sinking back down. Too rough, too fast, but it’s worth it to hear Santino’s breath hitch and feel his grip got tighter. You kissed him again, driving yourself back against Santino’s cock. Santino seemed content to let you set the pace, holding onto him but making no move to force you down or otherwise control your movements. You had never ridden him before, but one look at Santino’s face when he pulled back from your kiss told you it’s something that needed to be done more often. Santino’s expression is desperate, all barely contained lust. He actually licked  his lips when he looked at you, like you were a delicious pastry he’s in the middle of devouring.

“Bella…�� Santino’s head snaps up after you raised up off from his cock completely, before sinking down to take it inside your body again. He sounded like more of a wreck than you had ever heard. He calls your name once again, in warning, and you moaned when you felt it - Santino twitching inside you, the rush of warmth as he filed your tight cunt. You reveled in the sensation, but it wasn’t enough to make you come; you were stuck, riding the very edge of orgasm without being able to plunge over.

“Santi, I can’t, I need more-”

Santino reversed your positions so that you were the one lying on your back on the bed and Santino was looming over you. And then he’s fitting his long, gorgeous fingers inside you again, stroking at where your most sensitive spot was until your eyes were filling with tears. You pulled Santino into another hungry kiss, grinding up against his hand. It only took another stroke of Santino’s fingers against your G-spot and you’re coming around his fingers, fireworks going off behind your eyelids.

Santino continued kissing you, continued moving his fingers inside you softly until you had to groan from the over-sensitivity pushing his hand away.

This might be even better than the sex itself; this brief moment of nothing. Brains fucked out, head empty of worry, body boneless and relaxed. There’s a dopey smile on your face, you thought, but Santino was smiling too when he leaned over your limp form to kiss you.

[fics-not-tragedies]

Under the quarantine [1]

All I can say that @meetmeinthematinee​ is the one being blamed for me creating this... abomination... this... absolute filth. And yes, there will be more parts, because apparently I can’t think straight because of the lock down.

SUMMARY: John is locked with Santino in a hotel room that overlooks the stunning Piazza Navona. The Italian man's being an asshole like he always is and Wick gets really angry. Words:  2305; Warnings: angry smut, some good ol’ m/m smut;

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“Potrei davvero usare una prostituta in questo momento” Santino gasped looking out of the window at the empty Piazza Navona. The water in the fountain was still running, yet somehow it looked much cleaner than it used to be. The pigeons chasing each other where the only living thing that were visible on the empty streets.

“Scommetto che ora sono in congedo per malattia” John chuckled, playing with the half empty tumbler in his hand.

“Hilarious John, absolutely fucking hilarious” Santino scolded him, his eyes still focused on the empty streets.

“Perhaps it’d be easier if you had a wife…”

“You had one and see how it ended” Italian man blurted out before he even had the chance to think through his words, he quickly turned around to look at Wick, “John I-I’m sorry… I… I didn’t mean that.”

“You’re a D’Antonio, you meant every word you’ve ever said” he leaned over to the small table where the bottle of whisky was located to pour himself another refill.

“Then you know that I mean it when I’m say that I’m sorry…”

“Were you truly sorry just once in your entire lifetime?” John took a slow sip from his glass eyeing the Italian. Santino stood by the windows, with his back pressed to the wall the divided one row of glass panels from the another.

“I am now, bello…” he mumbled slowly moving closer to the armchair.

“Don’t start this shit now.”

“Which shit?” Santino asked trying to sound as innocent as he could right now. John looked up at him, his doe eyes filled with rage and the Italian couldn’t help himself and rolled his lower lip between his teeth winking at Wick.

“This shit” John pointed to him with the glass he still held in his large hand, “And don’t you ever fucking call me bello again or I’ll kill you with my two own hands.”

“Oh, how exciting! It’s a shame you always threaten me with it, but you still haven’t done it… bello.”

John growled placing his glass on the table, before he quickly stood up and moved over to Santino. Grabbing the smaller man by his throat he forcefully pushed him against the wall, making him gasp loudly when his back collided with the wall.

The hand around his throat tightens its grip and he moans, letting his head fall backwards, “You’re thinking about that John, aren’t you?” He asked him, the Italian accent falling heavily on every letter, before his baby blue eyes opened just to meet John’s dark ones. He had no idea if that was plain anger or lust, or perhaps even both. They just stared at each other in silence, before Santino challenged himself to speak again, “I know you want it, John… bello, don’t be shy with me” his hand moved from the wall and onto Wick’s arm, feeling the tensed muscles through the white fabric of his shirt.

“What if I do?” John’s voice is just as coarse as his hand that’s still wounded around Santino’s neck.

“You’re at my grounds John, in my country, with my guards outside the door. If you do it there’s not coming out alive from this one, bello.”

His answer is to press the heel of his palm further into Santino’s throat. The first hit of adrenaline rushes in Santino’s veins, “I have always wondered what it would be like with you, bello” he challenged, “to be at your mercy… bello. Why this slow, John? There are at least three guns in this room-”

“I told you I would use my hands” he was cut off by John’s hoarse voice somehow too close to his ear now.

“But you can’t.”

John’s hand tightened again, “I can and I will.”

Santino feel his fingers press into the side of his neck, his thumb tight up beneath his jaw. His shoulders stiffen, his whole body is tense, trapped between the wall and John’s tall figure.

The Italian’s cheeks are flushed with heat, his hands curl into fists as Wick grips his neck with such force it’d probably leave bruises, “Do you think that this frightens me?” he muttered.

John’s thumb sink into his pulse point, like he wanted to roughly check if he’s still alive, it’s thudding against the soft skin of Santino’s neck, “Yes” he breathed.

“It’s the opposite of frightening, bello. I really like your hands…” Santino gripped John’s forearm, digging his fingers into it, the only way of defense he could possibly own in this situation. But the more he grabbed onto him, the more John crushed his throat.

He’s choked with pathetic, undignified moans. John’s thumb rolled into his pulse point, more determined to make it slower. Santino fought at the edge, but he can’t cheat what John’s hand on his throat does to him. His eyes rolled back, head sunk onto the wall behind him.

“Tell me John… have you ever been with a man before?” Santino asked, the hand that was dug into Wick’s forearm was slowly sliding down onto his side, then onto his hip, before the soft Italian fingers rubbed at the bulge in front of John’s suit pants, “It seems like we’re both equally excited, bello” he chuckled.

John growled through his gritted teeth and spun D’Antonio around so he was facing the wall now, his face forcefully shoved into it.

“Let me touch you bello, let me make you feel good” his weak plea filled John’s ears and he growled again. Santino tired to sneak his hand between their bodies, but Wick was pinning him against the wall with his body, his painfully hard erection pressed against Santino’s peachy ass.

“Don’t.”

“Bello, please…” Santino moaned when he felt John’s hand removing his shirt from where it was neatly tucked in the back of his trouser, before he raked his fingers through the soft flesh.

“Non sono il tuo puttana” John rasped into his ear, tugging his pants down harshly.

“Ho sempre amato te, John…”

“You” Wick said without loosening his grip, “are an absolute nightmare, Santino.”

“I’m your favorite worst nightmare, bello… are you just gonna just stand like that and insult me or are you actually gonna use your hands on me in different ways, John?”

John put the pressure back on Santino’s throat, fingers pressing hard enough to leave bruises. “Like that, baby?” He was being cruel, rubbing himself off against Santino’s thigh, careful not to give Santino’s hardened cock any relief, “You’re all bark and no bite, aren’t you? Just wanna be used. Fuck, I could choke you to death, and you’d take it. You’d fucking love it. Bet you’ve touched yourself thinking about what we’re doing right now, one hand on your cock, three fingers up your ass...”

“I…” Santino’s face was flushed, dark curls sticking to his forehead, tears seeping involuntarily out of the corners of his eyes, “Yes, I-I thought about tying you up. But this is…” he tilted his head slightly so he could look at Wick, his eyes meeting John’s, pupils blown wide, “Cazzo, just touch me, please touch me.”

John ignored him, “You wanna tie me up, hmm? Well, perhaps next time, pretty boy. So, how do you wanna do this?”

Santino’s voice was husky, “Want you to fuck me, bello.”

“Can’t say no to that” John grinned, and much to D’Antonio’s surprise, he tilted his head using the hand still wrapped around his throat and kissed him hungrily, tasting cigarette smoke and the whisky they both were drinking earlier.

“I’m big” he warned, tugging Santino’s boxers down, exposing his bubbly ass.

“You mean your cock or your ego?” Santino asked, with a hint of his usual sarcastic self.

John shoved a rough hand over Santino’s mouth in irritation, “Can you shut the fuck up?”

Santino’s pretty lips parted, drawing John’s index and middle fingers into his mouth. The way his cheeks hollowed as he sucked on those two fingers made John’s throat tighten, instantly regretting not having that soft wet mouth elsewhere on his body. He groaned and pulled his desperately hard cock through his zipper, jerking himself urgently now. After a moment, he yelped as he felt the sharp scrape of teeth against his fingers.

“Hurry up, bello” Santino whined.

“Bite me again and I’ll slit your throat” said John, trailing his right hand down to circle Santino’s entrance with a fingertip and making him squirm against his restraints.

“You wish.”

“I wanna tear you apart” John breathed as he pressed both spit-slick fingers inside at once, drawing a ragged gasp from Santino.

 “Just get on with it, yeah?” Santino urged, pushing back on John’s fingers and moaning deliciously when he got them at just the right angle.

“So impatient” John slid his hand up and down Santino’s throat, “Such a slut for my cock, aren’t you?”

Santino could barely speak because of the pressure that was put by John’s hand on his throat, “Yes, bello, I want…” he kicked off his pants and spread his legs wider, “I want it to hurt. Cazzo… don’t stop choking me John…”

“You’re fucked up” he lined himself up and pushed in roughly, keeping his fingers tight around Santino’s neck, pressing deeper into the bruises already blossoming there. Santino’s eyes fluttered shut, his lips parted wordlessly, and for a flash of a moment John thought he’d blacked out. Trying not to lose himself in the tight heat around his cock, he began to move experimentally, keeping his thrusts shallow, “Is this want you wanted, baby?”

Santino made a low growling sound in his throat, “Maybe if you fuck me about ten times harder.”

“You like it harder, huh? Should’ve known you’d be high maintenance” John’s tongue flicked over Santino’s bottom lip, “Ask me nicely.”

“Please, bello” whatever dignity Santino still had, he was obviously abandoning in favor of getting what he wanted. His voice was soft, hoarse. John thought he’d never seen anyone look so beautifully wrecked, “I’ll be so good for you, let you fuck me up any way you want... Just… cazzo… I need you to… please, fuck me so hard, /sir, squeeze my throat till I can’t breathe...”

John rolled his hips lazily, brushing a spot that made Santino writhe underneath him, “Think I can manage that.”

He bottomed out, giving Santino’s hair a harsh tug as he pulled back and fucked into him again, still choking him with his left hand. Santino let out a stuttering moan, “Cazzo… yes… please… harder…”

That earned him a stinging slap across the cheek, “Please what?”

“Sir, please, I need…”

With no warning besides the wicked grin on his face, John started fucking him in earnest, fast and rough and absolutely perfect pace. Santino took all of it, his mouth slack, eyes streaming almost as much as his untouched cock, “Ohhhh… cazzo, yes, just like that - oh! Unhh, there, oh, there, don’t stop, sir, please don’t stop...”

“So good for me, baby” John purred into Santino’s ear, indulging him at last, sucking a messy hickey on his neck and reaching down to take him into his hand, “So fucking hot.”

“Hit me again” Santino rasped out of nowhere and for all his forced self-control, John thought he was about to come on the spot. He stilled suddenly, his hold on Santino slackening.

“Say that again?”

“Hit my face again.” God, he wants it, he really fucking wants it.

Even as his orgasm threatened to explode, John hesitated. Santino was smaller than he was, and probably wouldn’t come off too lightly even in a fair fight. And actually, looking at Santino standing there all fucked out and vulnerable, the idea of making him hurt – really hurt – felt like a knife in the gut.

“I’m not gonna hit you, you kinky fuck” he swirled his thumb over the head of Santino’s cock, “Here, let me take care of-”

Santino’s eyes snapped open, “John, bello, please… just one slap, j-just one-” he was cut off by John’s hand that abandoned his cock, but only for a moment just to give him the desired slap across his other cheek, before it was back on Santino’s cock, squeezing it harshly, hand slowly sliding up and down his length.

John pinned Santino down by the throat against his body and began to move his hand faster, teasing the tip of his cock with his thumb until Santino’s head fell onto his arm, he made a choked sobbing noise and came all over John’s hand.

“Fuck” John gasped, drinking in that sound, that teary face completely lost in bliss. His own pleasure was tipping over the edge, everything going blurry… if he wasn’t careful he was gonna- fucking hell… 

He blew his load in a couple of quick spurts, coming inside him with a loud groan. When Santino didn’t complain, John checked to make sure he was still conscious; he was, but he looked so fucked out that John wasn’t entirely sure he really knew what was happening.

“Are you alright, Santino?” asked John, trying not to sound too concerned.

“Better than alright” Santino said in the same soft raspy voice.

He’s fucking smiling, the sick piece of shit, thought John, a huge grin appearing on his face as he noticed it.

“I’d give you a cuddle if you didn’t hate me so much” Santino snickered.

“Who said I hate you?” John asked, spinning him around, so he was facing D’Antonio once again. His hand came around his neck again, but much lighter this time, as he closed the space between them.

“Wasn’t that a hate fuck after all, John?” Santino challenged himself and leaned closer to him, brushing his thumb across John’s lips.

“I just used the opportunity” he flicked his tongue around the Italian’s finger and he purred loudly.

“I can make you another one.”

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Since @wifeofdarklordsworld​​​ was more than keen for the fifth part I was very happy to oblige and here it is 😈 Also there will be more parts to it, cause I couldn’t help myself with continuing this series!

SUMMARY: Santino takes you to his summer house in Provence. Words:  2533; Warnings: smut, as you might think;

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When you woke up in the middle of the night, you registered three things. The sound of the wind blowing outside the room. The vanilla and pomegranate scented moisturizer you slathered on to soothe your sunburn. The aftertaste of alcohol still lingering on your lips from the numerous glasses of posh wine you consumed.

And then you opened your eyes and you were sweating, wide awake, too hot to focus on anything but how uncomfortable you felt. You were hot and flustered - the remnants of a bad dream still somewhat lodged in your brain and as much as you tossed and turned in those first few minutes, willing yourself to go back to sleep, it was no use.

Your restlessness made you turn your head to find Santino. He was draped half across you, his arm curled over your waist like he only recently let go of you. He had no regard for the heat, for how high you had to turn the air conditioning up, how you both slept naked as a necessity rather than a choice - he simply always wanted to be close to you, even at night, no matter how uncomfortable that was.

The thin sheet was barely covering him, exposing all that beautiful tanned skin from the days you spent sunbathing on the patio, both of you sprawled in the comfortable lounge chairs and his hair was a curly more than you’ve seen it curly before, stuck to his forehead. His nose and cheekbones were shiny with a slight layer of sweat. His lips parted a little against the softness of the pillow, his eyelids heavy and fluttery. He was so picture perfect it broke your heart over and over again. You didn’t want to wake him, but you knew he was tired enough that you could slip out without him noticing.

You shifted from under his arm and hurried across the room in quick, almost soundless, tiptoe movements, trying to keep as quiet as you could. You picked up the satin kimono he gifted you on the first night you’ve spent here and pulled it around you, tying the strip of fabric around your waist loosely. With minimal noise, you headed out and onto the balcony with bare feet, slipping through the sliding door. The air was humid, thick and heavy but there was a slight breeze which danced around your skin and you craned your face for more of it, calmed by how quickly you were cooling down. It was dark out, the sky dotted with stars like a painting and you watched the lavender fields bend with every blow of the summer wind. You could spot a couple of people walking on the narrow paths, a few lights of other houses shining in the distance, but it was mostly quiet and you closed your eyes for a moment or two, enjoying the tranquility.

It had only been a few minutes when you heard a shuffle behind you - but you didn’t turn your head, knowing it could only be Santino. There was a loud thump followed by a couple of sluggish footsteps and you heard the door slide ajar, the curtains flap in the breeze, his stifled yawn. A moment later his warmth surrounded you again, his firm chest pressed up close to your back. He was clearly still undressed, hadn’t bothered covering up to join you out on the balcony and you laughed a little at his bravery. He smelt like scotch, a hint of cigarette smoke and the remains of his cologne, so intoxicating, so consuming. He sighed and wrapped his arms tightly around your middle, drawing you back against him, his muscles tightening as you ran your hands back over them instinctively.

“Bella… what are you doing here?” he mumbled thickly a second later, the sleepiness still very much in his voice.

“Just needed to cool off, Santi” you replied quietly, leaning back into his touch, feeling his untamed hair tickle your skin as he exhaled, “I just couldn’t sleep.”

He nodded and rested his chin on your shoulder for a moment, staring out at the view just as you had. His breathing was slow and shallow and you counted the beats, felt him crane his neck slightly to find the moon.

“Bel cielo” he whispered, before sweeping your hair out of his way so that he could sink closer into your neck, “Mmmm… you smell so good bella” his nose pressed against you, close to your ear and you giggled breathlessly, wrapping your fingers around his to keep him close, “Come back to bed with me, bella” he grumbled, his voice deeper, a suggestiveness to it.

“I’m not tired, Santino.”

He sighed dramatically, furrowing his brow but held you tighter, needy and starved of attention for too long. He shifted his stance and angled his face so that he could press his lips against your neck, where he softly groaned, “Please.”

And just like that the heat was back, only this time it was different and it was welcomed. You elongated your neck, tilting your head to give him more room and closed your eyes as he pressed wet kisses against your clammy skin.

“Santi… what are you doing?”

“I will help you with being tired, bella” he laughed as he kissed down and over your shoulders, brushing the material of your gown aside, so demanding.

You didn’t want to say no, wouldn’t have dreamt of it in a million years, but there was something so uncontrollable and unpredictable about him, his need to have you whenever and wherever he desired that had you constantly on edge. And as badly as you needed him too in that moment, it was also so risky, so exposed.

You were about to tell him no, tell him it was a bad idea and that it was far too dangerous - when he undid your gown, impatient, his gentle hands roaming over your body the moment he could get inside. The breeze drifted over your body and you shuddered at the sensation. He skimmed your nipples, squeezing your breasts roughly as your rolled your body back against him, gripping his bicep to keep yourself still.

He held you against him with one arm, his tight fist the only indication of his lack of control and he reached down, stroking over your stomach with two fingers, trailing closer by the second to where you needed him, but never close enough. You were weak.

“Santino…” you sighed through gritted teeth.

“Cosa?”

“We- we can’t…”

“But we already are, bella” he drawled, and pinned his body against yours again, choosing that moment to reach down and brush against your folds. The angle was a little awkward but he was persistent and it didn’t stop you from shuddering as he touched you, the pure need for him having built so quickly.

“Wet” he announced proudly, his lips close to your ear, “so fucking wet.”

You could feel his erection, knew how hard and desperate he was already when he pressed against your ass and you wanted to tease him, but you had no leverage, your body trapped between him and the railing. He rubbed your clit teasingly, circular motions with one finger, as if testing to see how well you’d play along for him and you cried out a little, needing so much more than he was offering.

The heat was so sticky, your hair slick against your skin and you groaned involuntarily as he smothered every inch of your skin he could reach in kisses at the same time, suckling here and there, skimming you with his teeth out of sheer hunger.

Santino could have stayed in that position forever, watching you bend further against him, begging him wordlessly to play with you, but he knew better than to drag it out when you were in such a compromising position, naked and trembling on the balcony. One hand was on your hip, the fingers pressing into your skin hard and the other moved away from your heat to cup your throat, his thumb pushing up into the soft skin under your chin. He ignored your quiet whimper of frustration, his ultimate goal to make you moan and purr for him fueling him instead. His knee knocked your legs apart and you couldn’t fight it, already so fragile, so ready for him.

“You gonna take me, bella?” he mumbled, his voice shaky, his breathing uneven, “Do you want this? Because I swear, I’ll not stop until your legs are quivering and every person within ten miles is well aware of my name.”

“Y-yes” you mumbled instantly, because you didn’t have any strength to say anything more or to deny him anything he wanted.

He tensed his jaw and turned your head to the side to meet his with the hand that was holding your throat, kissing you once, roughly but possessively. You felt him palming himself behind you with the hand that had been on your hip, bucking into his own touch.

When you pulled away his eyes were so dark and heavy-lidded, so full of lust that it took you off guard but you didn’t have time to process it before he was forcing you into position to take him, bending you over the banister slightly, shoving the satiny fabric up to your waist in irritation as he aligned himself with your soaking entrance.

You were about to softly beg for him, already a whimpering mess under his touch but he was restless and with one swift move he filled you completely, stretching your walls to accommodate for how thick and hard he was. You groaned a little but bit your lip to keep quiet, tears pooling in your eyes as he started to move, slowly, stroking down your back and shifting his hips into a steady pace. At first he was slow, his movements languid and torturous as he adjusted to how wonderful it felt, draping his back over you to get closer and deeper.

He felt so big from the angle and you felt ridiculously close already, your fingers gripping tightly to the railing to steady yourself, his teasing, the way he smelt, the deepness of his voice always enough to have you dripping for him, begging for more. But he insisted it was all you, his love drunk groans loud enough to make your stomach knot in nervousness.

“Cazzo, bella, your cunt feel so tight and warm, so hot and wet for me.”

“Santi…” you sighed, shaking, “Shhh…”

But he was relentless and pulled you up against him by the neck in response, cupping your throat again to hold you against his chest, using all the strength he had to keep you where he wanted you. He adjusted his position a little so that he was thrusting up into you and you relaxed against him as he pounded into you, the fabric of your kimono already soaked with sweat. 

It felt so good. Too good.

You squeezed your eyes shut and pleaded with yourself to hold on, knew he couldn’t be far away from how loud he was panting against your ear. You were so aware of how wet you were and how wet you sounded every time he met you with a particularly hard thrust, a rhythm enviable of the way he played his guitar on the fastest riffs. It was somewhere between your legs beginning to shake and wondering if you’d ever fucked with a view this beautiful, that you were groaning again and bit your lip when you realized, tried to clamp your mouth with your hand, so embarrassed by how bad he had you needing him. 

“Wanna hear you, principessa” he stated, tearing your hand away like an impulse, quickening his pace like a threat,“Want everybody to know who’s fucking you so good…”

Your knees knocked against the railing, the noise not loud but inherently obvious and he thrust deeply up into you, challenging you to moan for him. And you did, couldn’t help it, far from quiet whimpers from the pair of you echoing from the balcony.

You felt the build of your orgasm rising to an uncontrollable high, the need to let go overwhelming, your walls beginning to flutter as he slid in and out of you with intensity.

“Baby- I…”

“I know, bella” he mumbled, because of course he did, and a second later he’d found your clit again, flicking it hard and fast, coaxing you to let go for him, “Bella, I’m gonna cum for you now…” he drawled, his announcement punctuated by the way he was fucking you and then you felt him slow his movements, throbbing inside you, pressing hard against your clit after hovering there for a moment.

And then it was too much - for both of you.

He groaned obscenely against your ear and you followed suit, your lips trembling as you cried out his name, his hips jolting at how wonderful it sounded. You felt his release coating you, his cock twitching as his lips fell wide, his eyelids closed tightly as he fought to keep you upright and close to him. He was right - your legs were definitely quivering and you knew that most of the hotel guests knew his name now, if they didn’t before.

You panted as you came down, his lips re-attaching themselves to your neck out of sheer euphoria. He was always needy, especially when he’d fucked you so good and as he slipped out of you, you sighed, smiling. There was no regard for how on view you both were, how exposed you were, you were solely fueled by the desire that you both had for each other 

“I love you, bella…” he mumbled breathlessly, admiring you and the sky as he wrapped his strong arms around you again, his heart pounding in his chest.

“I love you, Santino” you replied, and let him drag you back to the bedroom, where he gently scooped you into his arms and placed onto the bed.

“You were saying that you wanted to ask me about something” you said when he crawled onto the bed right next to you.

“Yes, bella… Provence is making me more romantic than I usually am” you giggled at his words, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, “We’re spending so much time together, principessa, I thought maybe it’s time for you to move into my place.”

Your breath hitched into your throat and you moved to the side, so you could have a good look at him. He wasn’t joking at all, he was almost dead serious, his brows raised a little and he was waiting for any kind of answer that could possibly fall from your lips.

“I… Santino… I think yes” you blurted out after few seconds of staring at him with your mouth agape.

“Perfetto, bella” he cupped the side of your mouth, before scooting closer, so he could kiss you deeply, “should I go down to the cellar for some champagne?”

“Let’s get few good hours of sleep firstly” you draped yourself over his naked chest, resting your head near his neck, “I love you Santi.”

“Ti amo, bella.”

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Fuckin’ February: Day 11

Even more Italian lovin’ today… Today’s prompt was requested by anonymous.

PROMPT: “Were you touching yourself, little girl?” ft. Santino D’Antonio; Words:  805; Warnings: smut;

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Finally getting comfortable in bed, the buzz from dinner slowly getting to your head, you got lost in a frenzy of orgasms again, replaying in your head how D’Antonio had looked at you when driving himself inside your tight cunt, pressed you into the seat, restricting you from moving, forcing you to take his every thrust, gratefully taking anything he was willing to give you.

The more time passed since you’d seen him, the more you were beginning to process what you were really doing and despite it only being whenever he pleased, it was starting to dawn on you that you had been consistently having sex with Santino D’Antonio

The authority that rang with his name, the power you knew he possessed merely because of who he was, it fueled your desire for him even more, the more you grew aware of how much things had changed and the more you thought of the way you’d continuously made him lose control, him of all people, and it made you felt empowered, while you also reveled in the feeling of how he’d dominated you.

How he dominated you without even being present, when you were all alone in the bed, your fingers rubbing her own clit vigorously, pushing one of your toys in and out of your eager heat, attempting to mimic the way Santino would fuck you, but it wasn’t hard enough.

His voice was merely a memory, but it was enough to have you sobbing his name into the pillow, wishing he was on top of you to give you what you so desperately craved. Despite all of your best efforts, nothing you did yourself would feel as intense as him, would make you so dizzy with lust that you forgot where you were and who he was.

“Were you touching yourself, little girl?” His voice made your body jerk suddenly and you lifted your head from the pillow, hair stuck to your sweaty forehead, only to discover him standing by the feet of the bed, “It was a lovely view, bella… you didn’t have to stop” Santino shrugged of his jacket, then slowly undid his tie and sat on the edge of your bed.

With a loud groan you crawled over your bed closer to him, purring like a little lioness when his hand came down on your naked body, caressing your sides gently.

“Were you thinking about me, bella?” Santino asked you, his hand sprawled onto your ass, “Were you thinking about me when you touched yourself?”

“Y-yes…” you breathed out, feeling the warmth that still radiated from between your legs.

“Do you want me to touch you now, bella?”

“Santino… yes… p-please…”

His eyes fell shut, his head automatically tilting into the touch of your hand and you shifted instantly, moving one of your legs over his to situate yourself in his lap, the tension in your body slowly easing when he didn’t seem to mind and you stroked your fingers through his hair, the sigh of relief, the way his hands came down instantly on your hips, the grip tight, demanding.

“I want you, principessa.”

His slurred words, yet clear despite the booze were all the invitation you needed to continue, running your fingers through his hair again, grinding your hips forward into his, slowly.

You shifted backwards, his sigh that could only be read as disappointed satisfying your immensely and he was ready to stop you until he realized what you were doing, leaning back when he saw that you were undoing his belt buckle, undid his button and drawing down his zipper, pulling out his cock, the shudder that went through his body had you wanting to drop to your knees and worship him, pull him back into the here and now and out of the past, desperate to be the only thing on his mind.

“Cazzo…” he muttered under his breath, his eyes still fixated on your face as you started to pump him slowly, your fingers wrapped tightly around him, speed increasing gradually, your thumb toying with his tip, spreading his precum down his shaft to start stroking him faster.

“Is this okay?” You asked quietly, part of you wanting to tease him, but you still needed to know that you were doing the right thing.

“Cazzo! Oh, bella...” he grunted, his hair in his eyes as he looked up at you, the intensity of his gaze locked on yours undeniably needy despite, “K-keep doing that…”

“Does this make you feel good, Santi?”

“Y-yes… d-don’t stop, bella…” his head fell backwards and you leaned in to press open-mouthed kisses all over his neck, “You’re so fucking perfect, principessa… Ti amo così tanto…”

“Ti amo, Santino” you breathed against his skin, your hand wrapped around his cock speeding its movements, “I love you so much, baby…”

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It’s time for some more Italian loving tonight, with a special dedication for @ichildyourparentswarnedyouabout 😈

SUMMARY: Another interview with Santino leads to another round of pleasures. Words:  2601; Warnings: smut ahead, also a brief description of bomb killing someone, so be careful with that;

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The lights were dimmed, full bottle of whisky placed on the coffee table right next to the sofa you both were sitting on. He seemed more relaxed now, the top buttons of his shirt undone, soft skin of his chest visible and you had to fight off the urge to touch him, to roam your hands all over his body, to feel his tanned skin under your palms.

You could feel the tension between the two of you, those electric sparks that flicked between you even though you were almost sat on the opposite ends of the sofa.

“Do you wish you had a normal life?” you asked, after few moments of you scribbling something down in your notes.

He sat straight with a loud sigh, “Define ‘normal’, bella” his voice, as always, was like music to your ears, but you had to remain professional. You will get your reward when you’re done talking.

“Normal, like… not being a mobster normal. I know it’s probably hard to imagine…” you laughed a little, playing with the pen you held in your hand.

“You know I was born into a mob family, there’s only one way I could avoid that faith.”

You shifted to open the bottle and pour both of you a full glass, “Which is…?”

“Death” he took one glass from your hand, taking an immediate sip from it. This question now seemed not well thought, perhaps you should rephrase it or ask him about something else. But now… now you felt somehow guilty, even though you haven’t done anything wrongly. It’s his answer that bothered you the most…

“What are you thinking about, bella?” his hand brushed against your knee gently. He left it there for a moment, like he was longing for your body, for the feel of your skin under his hand.

Felt like the longing feeling was mutual, you two wanted each other, but still were too shy to say it out loud.

“Nothing really…” you shrugged, “it’s nothing… My thoughts shouldn’t be your concern, Santino” a small smile on your lips wasn’t enough for him and he leaned closer, his hand still on your knee.

“Don’t be feared to ask grande questions, bella. They’re as important as the small ones” he said, taking another sip of his drink.

“I’m not” you assured him, trying to come as confident as you were the last time when the two talked and the evening ended on a quite… reckless manner, “Do you need an ashtray? I think I forgot about that…” you put your notes aside and stood up, slowly wandering into the kitchen.

“Si, bella, you look like you need cigarette too… or do you prefer cigars?” he asked and you could feel his eyes on you from behind you, now he was the one asking a question and every time he did so, you felt like he was asking you about something wrong you did earlier, wanting you to confirm it, so he could scold you for that later. Perhaps it was the power you knew he had, that made you feel this way.

“I’ve never smoke a cigar before…” you came back with a crystal ashtray in your hand, placing it on the table right between the two of you.

“I’d love to share one with you, someday, if you’d like to, bella” he squeezed your knee smiling, shifting and leaning back against the cushions of the sofa.

“I’ll… I’ll think about that” you smiled, nodding a little. “Let’s get back to serious questions then… Have you ever seen something you’ve wanted… but you can’t ever have?”

“Freedom” he spat out, closing his eyes for a moment, “freedom of choices… freedom as walking freely without a bunch of bodyguards around the town. I have to be constantly guarded, because everything… everyone in this world wants me dead” he grinned, looking like he was deep in thought for a moment, his eyes growing wider and you didn’t dare to interrupt him, just waiting for him to order his thoughts, “you’re one from the small amount of people that doesn’t carry around any weapons near me.”

“My pen is the greatest weapon I have” you smiled a little, scribbling down another set of words in your notes, “and sometimes they’re better than any kind of weapon.”

“You’re right, bella, words can hurt just like a stab wounds” he took another sip and placed the empty glass on the table.

“You sound like you know something about that…” he scratched his head a little and nodded silently, “Alright… have you ever seen something you’d wish to forget?”

Santino’s gaze seem distant, his nose scrunched and it look like his eyes glistened with few tears that started to pool in the corners of his baby blues.

“One day we… we made a mistake…” his voice trembled, hands began to shake, “we planted a bomb under a car, ‘lavoro semplice’ they were saying…” he hid his face in his palm for a moment, like he needed to gain some composure before he could speak again “Turns out it was a wrong car and I-I… I had to watch a mother with two kids… one was still an infant, in a baby holder a-and… the other one was about five I think?” a single tear rolled down his cheek. “Cazzo” he cursed under his breath, wiping it of with the sleeve of his shirt, “I watched as they blew up with the car a-and I… I couldn’t help them, che cazzo!”

“I-it’s alright…” you squeezed his hand, trying to soothe him somehow, but you knew it wouldn’t help.

Santino pressed his face to your open palm and you could feel how the tears were running down his face. He sniffled a little, but when he looked up at you he was again hidden behind the cold fasad of a mobster.

“Okay… some light ones now” you swiped the damp spots from your face with your hand, “Do you have a favorite Italian food?”

“Oh, bella, it’s hard to pick just one. I am an Italian man, I love Italian food just like I love making love to a beautiful woman” Santino winked a little and you bit down onto your lip.

The tension was growing bigger and bigger, and you were trying your hardest to fight it off.

“I asked you about your fav food, but I’m more curious about one thing… Do you cook?” a small giggle left his lips and he moved closer to you, the space between your bodies disappearing almost completely.

He thought for a moment, “I know it might be surprising to your readers, bella, but yes I do” he chuckled a little, “actually you should try my Fettuccine Alfredo one day, if you’d be willing to go on a date with me, one day, bella” he laughed, shaking his head, his eyes focusing on you again.

You blushed, shaking your head, “Last one for today… Have you ever been in love?”

A sigh left his mouth. He reached out his hand for the glass and almost drank everything in one take, “Only once. It was that kind of love that burns everything around and the only thing that’s left is the two of you. We… we were young, I was too spericolato and I-I lost her” he drank what was left of the whisky and placed the glass back onto the table with a loud thud, “She’s probably married now, living a happy life with someone and I… I decided not to fall for someone the way I did for her.”

“Do you think about her?”

“I did… when the times were simpler, now the time runs too fast to have it for melancholia. I am soft, at heart, but no one really sees the side of me on a daily basis” he leaned onto his elbow, his eyes carefully scanning your face, like he was scared of your reaction.

“Yet you’re saying that now… to me” you looked up at him.

“Because I trust you, bella, I know you’re different than the others” he gently wrapped his hand around yours, before he lifted it slightly only to press a fiery kiss to it.

“Santino…” you breathed out, putting your notes along with your pen aside.

“Bella…” he mumbled, pressing more and more kisses up your arm, not missing a single place, until he reached your arm, where he stopped and brushed your hair away from your neck, “I want you.”

“I want you too, Santino.”

His kiss was slow, searing, stirring that fire in your belly, and you wrapped your arm around his neck, pressing yourself up against him, nails scratching at the back of his head and he kissed you deeply, his lips moving with yours, demanding, wanting.

He moaned quietly into your mouth when you kissed him harder, his free hand moving up into your hair, running his fingers through it to pull you closer, his body lifted from the back of the sofa, pressing himself close to you and pulling you in, “Mmmm, bella…” he hummed.

You smiled into the kiss, nibbling teasingly at his bottom lip, your hand wandering up into his hair, tugging lightly on it, eliciting a soft moan from his lips and you let your nails scratch lightly at his skin, his strong chest warm under your touch.

“Santino…”

He moaned into your mouth again, kissing you harder, slowly but surely getting lost into the kiss.

Your breathing was slowly becoming shallow and you drew back slightly to take a breath, taking a quick look at him, his lustful eyes devouring your figure, then meeting his eager lips again. Santino never failed to make your heart beat as fast as the first time he kissed you and you pressed yourself closer to him, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and running your hand down his warm skin before reaching his belt, feeling him tense already, his hips lifting slightly from the side.

Smiling into the kiss, you drew back again, this time to look at him and it took a moment for him to open his eyes, the look in them hopeful, needy and you brushed back his hair gently before unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his pants and drawing down the zipper, holding his gaze.

He sighed out with relief when you reached into his pants, started massaging his already semi-hard length through the fabric of his underwear, unlocking your eyes only to dip your head down and attach your lips to his neck, sucking gently on his skin and it drove him crazy.

He arched his neck to the side to give you better access and you brought your hand to the back of his head again, angling it slightly so you could reach, suckling, kissing at his neck.

“Mmmm, cazzo, bella…” he sighed, his hips once again stirring upwards, his grip tightening on your hair to gain some sort of leverage, “P-Please…”

You hummed, biting down lightly on his neck, deciding not to tease him too much, reaching into his underwear to pull out his cock, wrapping your fingers around it and starting to stroke him slowly, enjoying the way he moaned for you instantly, bucked his hips upwards and tugged lightly at your hair, making you moan quietly too.

“Oh, c-cazzo! Bella… stop teasing…” you smiled against his skin, starting to move your hand faster, your fingers wrapped tightly around him as you pumped him, his little breaths and moans encouraging you, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed hard and you trailed your soft kisses downwards, sucking lightly at his throat but never quite long enough to mark him, the way you were slowly making him come undone for you, slowly making him weak staring to get to you and you pressed your own legs together, the dull throbbing between your thighs becoming more and more prominent.

“Relax now, Santino…” you breathed, running your fingers soothingly through his hair, your hand still moving slowly, building and building his pleasure but never quite giving him exactly what he needed, slowing when he got close.

He nodded eagerly, pressing his lips together, his eyes fluttering shut when you tugged on his hair again so you shuffled backwards and bent forward, his fist secured in your hair and you gave him a few more pumps before opening your mouth and letting him sink past your lips, tight and soft around him and you pressed your tongue flat to the underside of his cock, holding your breath when you felt his hips buck forward again slightly, allowing him to push into the back of your throat, swallowing around him.

A strangled moan fell from his lips, his breathing now shallow and quick, “You’re so-” he drawled, his voice instantly trailing off into another moan as you swirl your tongue around him, gasping when you lifted your head and took a breath, not letting him slide of your mouth completely, suckling on the tip greedily while pumping the base of his cock with your hand.

His chest was rising and falling quickly, his bottom lip caught between his teeth and you looked up at him, his eyes instantly meeting yours, wide and focused on watching your every move carefully.

You closed your eyes and took all of him into your mouth again, hollowing your cheeks before starting to suck him properly, steadying yourself on his thigh with your other hand, his groans and little bucks of his hips all you needed to encourage you.

Santino was breathing unevenly, praises rolling off his tongue continuously, his accent thicker, his voice deeper and you could feel the tension slowly leaving his body, moaning around him and sending vibrations up his body.

He threw his head back with a soft sigh, his eyes shut tightly.

He moans loudly, trembles, hips bucking towards you once again and you let out a soft hum, sending vibrations up his body before drawing back to take a breath, letting him slide back out of your mouth again but he’s got a tight grip on the back of your head now and pushes his cock back inside, rather forceful now, desperate and afraid that you’ll stop.

You’re struggling to breathe for a moment, hold on to the back of his thighs to sit and hold your head upright so he can angle his hips right to push it and out and he starts fucking your mouth, picking up a steady pace, groaning, only growing louder each time his cock hits the back of your throat and slides all the way inside your mouth.

You moan loudly, taking him into your mouth again, starting to bob your head faster as you suck him needily, drooling around him as his hips start to rock forward again.

“Ooooh, bella, it feels… magnifico…”

You smirk, just suckling on his tip for a moment, not opening your mouth properly but keeping your eyes locked with his. He lets out a shakily breath and you know he’s close now.

He’s all breaths and obscene moans as he lets go, fisting your hair and gripping onto the back of your head, praises of your name rolling off his tongue and he throws his head back, hips bucking forward continuously as his release coats the back of your throat and you swallow it all down, swallow around his tip and he’s trembling.

“Santino…” you breath out looking up at him, his head pressed into the pillows, eyes closed, mouth slightly agape.

“Ho l'impressione… mi sto innamorando di te.”

[fics-not-tragedies]

Vanishing point: Chapter Three

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight

This chapter wouldn’t be written without @ladyreapermc​ who helped me A LOT with the plot for this one, so thank you so so much darling, you’re wonderful!

Words: 3559; Warnings: smut; Summary: Juliet confesses to John about her biggest secret and when they’re back on Continental grounds she finishes one business all by herself.

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“I bet you shot a gun before?”

Juliet blinked, opened her mouth to answer, but closed it, blinking few times before she decided to say something out loud, “Why are you asking?”

Wick had been silent throughout the whole ride back to Continental until now, rarely looked at her when she slid onto the seat right next to him, the drive felt like years instead of mere minutes and she wasn’t watching how he was handling his car gracefully, instead of that her eyes were glued to the road. The veil of silence that fell upon them made her question all of the things she was planning, making her doubt if they were right.

“Out of pure curiosity” he mumbled, when they stopped right in front of Continental. Surprisingly he opened the door for her, giving her a helping hand in getting out of the vehicle.

“There’s nothing pure about curiosity” she said when John gave his car keys to the valet boy, “Of course, but only the small ones... I feel like Santino deserves to be killed with something bigger.”

“So you want to shoot him with a big one, huh?” they both walked into the reception, the Concierge giving them both a small nod, before he slid them their room keys placed on a piece of paper across the front desk without even saying a word and moved to serve another pair of clients.

“Yes, but perhaps stick it up his perfect Italian ass firstly.”

John handed her the key to her room along with the small note, “Perfect ass? Do you still have feelings for him?” his eyebrow twitched slightly, the movement didn’t went unnoticed by her and she took the key from his hand making sure their palms will touch.

“The one and only thing I feel for him is raging hate” she looked down at the piece of paper before squeezing it in her hand, “and all I want is to destroy him.”

“But did you ever shot somebody?”

She swallowed, licking her lips, her hand squeezing around the piece of paper tighter, “I haven’t shot just somebody...” she sighed, it felt like he was after something, that he wanted to know everything about the circumstances that made her fire a gun, especially because they were supposed to work together.

“I hope you’re not trying to keep something from me, Juliet?” he drawled, the way her name rolled off his lips was unbearable for her, made her knees weak and all she wanted now was John taking her from behind on one of the leather chairs in the lobby, “You know me, Juliet, if you wish to betray me better do it now.”

She inhaled deeply, biting down on her lip, Wick’s eyes following the slow movement of her teeth sinking into her plump bottom lip, still covered in the rogue shade of her dark lipstick, as she hesitated again, a gasp leaving her mouth. The see-through material of her dress was like an invitation for him to stare at her chest for longer that he ought to, but he just couldn’t help herself, even though he knew it wasn’t polite to stare at women like he was. Of course her outfit wasn’t an invitation to behave like less of a man, but there was something captivating in every piece she wore, no matter if it was something overly revealing one like this or a pair of simple black jeans. She looked like a goddess and he had to admit it.

Juliet was well aware that there was no way she could lie to him, “I tried” she said, then when the shade of impatience appeared across his face, she quickly added “but I didn’t hit him… not directly.” With another hard swallow, she decided to speak before another awkward pause could overtake her “It was basically just a graze… a self-defense maneuver.”

His eyebrows shot up, the surprise on his face worth more than a thousand words, “Who?”

She rolled her eyes and gasped again, “It was when I was still with Santino, I…”

He wasn’t listening to her mumbles, all he wanted was to get his question answered directly without playing any games. “Who was sit, Juliet?” he asked, his tone able to cut through diamonds.

“Him” her eyes were looking everywhere but John, gaze dancing on the furniture in the background. 

“Santino?!” he asked her and she just silently nodded in response. John swore he could see a hint of fear flickering across her face, “Is this the reason why you left?”

“No, it wasn’t the main reason. He thought he could own me at some point” she tried her best to stop her lips from trembling, to speak as calm as she could. The way he was still staring at her, waiting for further explanation was making her even more anxious, “Thought he could keep me locked in a fucking golden cage, like I was his pet or something.”

His jaw tensed, stare darkening, a hard swallow made his Adam’s apple bob in his throat, “What happened?”

Juliet quickly shook her head few times, like she tried to get rid of the tears that were forming in her eyes, “After I killed his two henchmen who scarred me, because he told them to do so, when he thought I was the one who betrayed him... I-I grabbed his gun but I’d never shot the one he owned before, I wasn’t thinking in that moment, so I doubt I even tried to aim properly. I just… it was a moment.”

He nodded slowly, “But…  you wanted to kill him?” he managed to ask, his mind absent now, too focused on forming a list of reasons to kill the youngest D’Antonio heir.

“I think that was my main plan, but I was too consumed by my anger, I couldn’t think straight… the bullet I shot just grazed his collarbone, I bet he still has a scar in that place. That’s why I stopped you in first place John, because the anger took the hold of you and you were out of your mind. I made that mistake earlier and I just couldn’t sit and watch you do it too” she finally looked him in the eye, his gaze still dark, somehow it scared her.

Despite the fact that he felt respect for her, for what he did both times, he tried to ignore his growing attraction trying to focus on showing his power, “I’d make sure he regret everything he did.”

Her eyes widened, “No, no, we’re both into it now” she blurted out, “Don’t exclude me from the pleasure of hunting him down.”

He cocked an eyebrow at her, “I know we have the same issues with him, but it feels like he harmed you way seriously…”

“Nothing even happened” she assured him, “he didn’t hurt me directly.”

“But he fucking did it indirectly, he told his men to harm you, to cut your back… to scar you for the rest of your life and that’s not the proper way to care for a woman like you…”

“John…”

One look was enough to silence her. He adjusted his bloodied tie, smoothed down the tactical material of his raven suit, shifting his body, moving his weight from one leg to another.

What he did over time was learning to disregard anything that was somehow disagreeable, but still he had to admit she was right. There was no need and no use for his overly emotional reaction, but somehow he felt like it was needed.

“Are you… worried? About… me?”

His eyes focused on her face, staring back into the depths of her eyes, “Do I have a reason to be worried?”

She swallowed, “Can I do anything to…” Juliet shifted closer to him, placing her free hand on his arm, holding her breath in anticipation for any kind of reaction.

John leaned closer to her, his lips close to her ear, “Perhaps not here and not now, everyone is staring at us and I hate that. Do you fancy a drink?” he asked her like it was the most usual thing in their community.

“The universal medicine for your wounds and my shattered heart?” Wick just nodded his head and she laughed a little, letting him lead the way to the bar.

The eyes of everyone were on them, but she didn’t gave a single fuck about it. She knew that it was the dress that was gathering all of the stares, which was fueling her ego, making her think that she was the one that mattered in those seconds when they both were parading up to the bar and sitting comfortably on the high bar stools.

“Do you have any other secrets?” he leaned onto the dark wooden counter with his elbow, so he could face her.

“I am full of secrets John” the bartender didn’t really had to ask them about their orders, just placed a full glass of bourbon and another one filled with perfectly chilled prosecco, “my life was based on mysteries, that’s why I’m still here” Wick slid one gold coin towards him and he accepted it without saying anything.

She sipped her drink slowly, her eyes scanning his face, trying to figure out what he’s thinking right now. There’s something dark in his eyes, something she can’t name and somehow she gets scared that he became overly worried after hearing what happened.

The bartender slid another note right next to her now empty glass and nonchalantly she took it into her hands, her eyes widening at the sight of the handwritten letters.

“I’m afraid I have to leave for now” she read the words scribbled on the piece of paper again, “but why don’t you wait for me in your room, I’ll meet you there” she crunched the paper in her hand before leaving him by the bar with a little wink and disappeared from his view behind one of the columns, before walking into the hall, her tall heels clicking on the marble flooring in front of the elevators.

Juliet entered the brightly lit elevator and clicked the button with the floor number, looking at herself in the mirror. The bit of paper she still had in her hand seemed to burn a hole in her skin. She was still looking fierce, her lipstick wasn’t smudged, the way the material that was barely there was hugging her body made her look like a goddess.

The doors opened with a sound and she stepped into the hall, noticing that the doors she was supposed to walk through were guarded by Ares. She looked at her with something in the eyes that resembled pity mixed with shame and without singing anything to Juliet she just took one step to the side giving her access to the doors.

She wasn’t bothered with knocking, so she just pressed the door handle and sauntered inside. To her surprise the lights were dimmed, something soft was humming from the record player by the window and she moved further, her heels sinking in the fluff of the carpet. Doors closed behind her with a clicking sound and for one moment she thought it all was a set up.

Until a familiar hand gripped her by the wrist and pulled backwards, “Bella” voice rasped and he was spun around, so she could face him.

She let out a shaky breath, her face flushed with embarrassment, “I know I shouldn’t come here…”

The words nearly made his superiority go up in smoke, his hand trembling a little and he tried to hold her gaze and appear untouched, “Bella you have no shame as it seems…” he made a pause, swallowing hard, bringing his hand to the back of her neck, her body curved towards him instantly with merely a graze of his touch and he closed his fingers around her neck, gripping tightly, “Are you lonely? Did you missed me? That’s why you’re here belissima?”

She whimpered when he squeezed her neck, the sudden switch of mood she flicked in him was almost too much.

“I asked you a question pupa, please be a good girl like you were.”

“Y-Yes…” she whispered.

The corner of his mouth twitched upward, he chuckled darkly, let go of her and walked over to the leather armchair, sinking onto it, before nodding downwards to his lap, “Just suck it, so che vuoi.”

Juliet bit her lip, unable to believe how easily it all went by now and she lost no time dropping to her knees to undo his belt buckle, watching with wide eyes as he reached into his tailored suit trousers and pulled out his cock, looked at her, unmoved, making a barely noticeable nod.

She took in a deep breath, gasping loudly when he forced her down onto his length when she wasn’t moving fast enough and almost choked around his cock when he forced it down her throat and she gripped his thigh, nails digging into his skin through the suit, her eyes watering from the burning sensation.

A low guttural groan escaped his lips, his fingers winding tight into her hair and just when she felt like she couldn’t hold on, he pulled her up, looking at her with wild eyes.

He let her breath for few moments before he forced his cock down her throat again, growling loudly when she swirled her tongue around him, her lips wrapped around his shaft tightly and she swallowed hard around him, again, again and he became worried for a moment thinking that he took it too far, letting her take another breath and he groaned again when she kept her lips wrapped tightly around him, before his tip slipped out of her mouth. She was panting loudly and looking up at him with wide eyes.

“You wanted my cock, bella, so fucking take it in your pretty little mouth…” he drawled, unimpressed, pulling lightly at the handful of his her he gripped tightly in his hand, his jaw clenching as he was desperately trying to be quiet, to not let out any strangled moan, “Just don’t leave any lipstick marks sul mio cazzo, pupa.”

She breathed out shakily, “Santino, I-I…”

Her cheeks were bright red she was about to say something back, but she was too scared to disobey and took his cock into her mouth again and pursing her lips to merely suck him with the inside of them, starting to bob her head up and down once he let her, her throat closing around him when he kept her pushed down to stay in her hot mouth, groaning quietly, his head thrown back but his eyes still focused on her movements.

He enjoyed this too much and he wasn’t going to miss a second of it, “Il problemi, pupa?”

She gasped, her heart racing as she looked back at him, “I forgot how big you were, Santino…”

He groaned, her words fueling his ego, yet his body was still tense, “Tutto qui, pupa… I forgot how much I liked it…” he drawled, fingers still tangled tightly in her dark silky hair, as he pushed his cock past her warm lips again, a louder moan escaping his lips.

Juliet whimpered, doing her best to accommodate to his size and pleasure him the way he deserved, moaning around him desperately when she heard his reaction, sending vibrations up his skin, fueling his groans even more. She was gagging to hear him, hear how good she made him feel, forcing him to lose control even more and she drew back to look up at him, slowly starting to stroke him, “How you like it, amore?” she asked, spreading the precum and her own saliva on his length.

His eyes darkened, “Non prendermi in giro, puppa” he growled through his gritted teeth, swallowing hard.

She hummed, licking her lips. “Why don’t you moan louder for me, Santino?”

He gripped her hair tightly, but then chuckled a little, “Mmmm, I might, pupa… but only if you work hard enough.”

Moving her head down instantly, she swallowed around him, whining when he pulled on her hair again and she took him back into her mouth, starting to bob her head faster, trying not to choke on his cock, desperate to impress him.

“Does this make you wet pupa? Are you dripping under this dirty little dress? Would your panties be soaked, if you’re even wearing any?” Santino groaned despite his efforts in trying to remain silent, his teeth pressing hard into his bottom lip, trying hard not to lose himself in the superb feeling of her hot mouth wrapped tightly around his length.

He was considering cumming on her face, marking his territory, showing her where she really belonged and he knew she would love it and he was losing his mind with barely the image in his head, knowing to which room she’d be wandering to after she leaves him again, this time forever.

When she started massaging him with her hand where her mouth didn’t reach a blush crept onto her face at the thought of him being overly possessive. It was the way he was acting right now and the fact that she was never like that back in their days. When she met him he was younger and way more… soft. It seemed like the killing business hardened him.

Santino’d slip up and moan every now and then, the way his hips reluctantly bucked upwards into her mouth making her gag around him.

It was him getting closer to orgasm, but she was mimicking the volume of his groans, the sound of her lips on his cock, the sounds she made were almost louder than his suppressed moans of pleasure, making him gasp desperately when she came up for air again but her hand instantly took over the job and before he could put her in her place again she leaned down, kept her wide eyes on his as she took solely his tip into her mouth, sucking needily on him.

He was getting close, half of the pleasure how badly she wanted him and it drew him in so much that he could hardly punish her for disobeying him, obsessed with the innocent expression on her face while the most obscene sounds rose from her lips, getting him closer and closer.

“Are you going to cum for me, Santino?” she coaxed, her eyes begging as much as her swollen lips.

Juliet was stroking him again, drew his attention down to the contrast of her flawlessly painted nails against his cock as her long fingers flew up and down his shaft, then went to massage his balls and his eyes snapped back up, mesmerized by her confidence, by her shameless need.

“I’ll do anything you want, bello…” she drawled, “anything for you…”

He groaned, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

She licked her lips, eyes fixed on his, “Just relax…” she whispered, the words rolling off her tongue in the dulcet tone of her voice, “I’m not going to kill you now” her hand gave his cock a gentle squeeze, then started moving faster again, “but I know there are many women willing to kill to be in my place right now…”

The way she hummed, lowering her head again made him wheeze, “Mmmm, yes, Santi, you’ve got full control, so powerful…” she knew he was close but she wanted to make sure that his ego was fueled properly,. “You’ve got everyone bowing down to you, including me…”

He forced her head down again, moaning louder, “Just fucking take me, finire quello che hai iniziato, pupa...” he groaned loudly, his head dropping backwards again.

She struggled to breathe around him but slurped and swallowed around him again, swirling her tongue, sucking eagerly and she felt him twitch at the back of her throat, a low groan of relief falling from his lips as he came and held her down, kept his pulsing length buried inside her hot mouth as she drank it all down.

Just as she felt like she couldn’t hold on, he drew her head back by her hair, the intensity of his blues eyes locking with hers, making her heart skip a beat before it started to match the pulsing emptiness between her legs, fast and overwhelmed and she looked down at his cock, licking her lips, satisfied that despite her promise his whole length was covered in lipstick stains.

The door opened and tall, dark haired woman in skimpy dress walked inside.

Juliet raised to her feet and leaned over Santino, slapping him with such force his head flew to the side, the sound of her hand meeting the skin on his rosy cheek bouncing of the walls.

“So you needed me only as a warm up? Before…” she scanned the woman with rage in her eyes, “before the main course.” Her hand shot up to slap him again and he flinched in the seat, having nowhere to run and her hand meet his face again leaving another red imprint, “Your taste in women got more fucked up with age” Juliet said while walking past the woman and through the still opened door, walking slowly to the hallway, then closing them behind herself with a loud thud.