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⤷ Risotto/AFAB!Reader; 4.3k words ⤷ Written for @sweetsparklerain as part of a trade hosted on @papersirens discord server! ⤷ Thanks also goes to Melk for looking over this fic for errors!

Summary:

As time pushes Risotto and you towards an inevitability ignorant to you both, you share an intimate night together after returning from a job that's taken you away from the city.

Warnings/Kinks:

⤷ AFAB Reader, breasts and genitals are described (cunt, pussy) but no pronouns mentioned. Reader is a member of La Squadra with an unmentioned stand. ⤷ Handcuffs, super light mentions of dom/sub (?), hair pulling, marking (bruises/scratches), cock piercings, intimacy, creampie, canon compliant but you'll have to squint to see what I mean by that, the impending tragedy lingering over a loving relationship that's been sealed by fate.

The nature of being a hitman means that communications come to a near standstill whenever you or Risotto have to leave town to work. Professionalism and the scarcity of free time dictates your calls be short and to the point, with coded texts sent at odd hours should your phones get into the wrong hands. There’s no room for more than that during those moments, and it’s better that way. Even hinting at what you and Risotto hold for one another while apart only draws forth feelings you both prefer to pack away inside the depths of your hearts when needing to work.

Neither of you dare doing something like that to the other, the pain from it far outweighs the dangers that can come from acknowledging it in ways that could leave a paper trail.

It’s your turn to return to him this time. Though you don’t really need to talk to Risotto right this very moment to hold a debrief, you also know you’re allowed to see him whenever you want without having to make up such flimsy excuses. Finally stopping at the door of his flat you remember what time it is, and not wanting to attract attention from curious eyes or ears this late at night you quickly flip open your cell phone to start typing.

<03/15/2001 - 02:24 AM: I’m here.>

No need for superfluous words, Risotto knows the timetable of your job because he’s the one that assigned it, trusting you to get it done as much as he trusts you with the address to his personal flat. You snap the phone shut without waiting for a reply, knowing he’s awake and has been waiting for you. It’s not long before you hear various deadbolts begin to unlock and the door silently opens just enough for you to see the glow of a piercing red eye cutting through the darkness inside.

“It’s done, I delivered the package to the usual spot.”

The eye merely blinks in response to your message, not that you expected Risotto to say anything while you’re still in the hall and can only speak in code out in the open like this. You look back up at him, unperturbed by the intensity of his stare that lasts for a few moments more before he pulls back from the door and disappears into the dark.

Next thing you know a long arm shoots out from the door crack to wrap around your waist, swiftly pulling you inside before you’re able to fully process what’s happening. You don’t feel scared though, if anything a wave of arousal surges through your gut as the door clicks shut and Risotto crowds up into your personal space. His imposing figure only looms above you for a split second before he bends down and his soft lips are pressing on yours. Without a second thought, your hands slide under his hat to cup the back of his head, fingers playing with the silver hair hiding beneath as you return his affections and deepen the kiss.

A momentous amount of self-control goes into allowing Risotto to pull away. You don’t have enough of it to keep your hands off him though, resting them against the nape of his neck while he looks down at you with a smallest hint of a smile.

“Welcome home.”

There are too many threads keeping the goal of cohabitation just dangling out of your reach. Wrapped in his arms like this, though, you know exactly what he means.

Risotto’s big hands give your hips a gentle squeeze as he settles impossibly closer against you, nuzzling into the crook of your neck to hide how his smile is becoming wider by the second. You can feel the shape of it ghosting along your skin until his lips begin suckling a row of kisses that make your thighs clench with every press of his tongue.

“Hey—” Is the only word you’re able to get out before he pushes the crown of his head into your face like a needy cat. You give in with a sigh, pressing kisses into his hair and across his forehead.

No matter how long the time frame is, whether you’re gone for only a day or a month, Risotto acts like this every time you return. Even after so long, the routine has yet to become stale for either of you.

As fun as it would be to fuck against the door right now, it’s late and you’re not exactly in the mood to have a slab of wood clattering against your back after the long drive here. You can tell Risotto is exhausted, too. His face always has a tinge of weariness to it, but the lines around his eyes become amplified when it's too much, when he hasn’t had a good night's sleep in days. Your absence might have had something to do with it, but keep the guilt at bay by reminding yourself who the order to leave town came from.

Gently you press Risotto back, and he goes with a soft smack of his lips, sharp eyes looking over your form. Always sends swirls of heat pooling in your gut to see them glowing with need when he does it, his face still so close to yours that you can feel the puffs of his shallow breath against your lips. That’s not the sole reason he’s scrutinizing you so intensely though, and you know the next step of this welcome routine is yours to take.

“I’m alright, just tired is all.” You answer the unspoken question with a tender smile before placing a kiss on his chin.

Risotto tilts his head in subtle deference and asks, “Should we get some rest then?”

If that’s what you want, you know he will join you with no questions asked. Maybe even finally get a good night’s sleep now that you’re back to cuddle against him while it happens. You look into his red eyes as they begin to cool down into something gentle, though no less wanting. Now acutely aware of the weight of his hands that come to rest on the swell of your ass, you smirk up at him.

Who needs sleep?

A beat of silence hangs in the room as you simply stare at one another before pouncing on Risotto with another kiss, this one more desperate and heated then the last. He emits a rumbling groan as he returns it while your hands smooth over his neck and down his chest to unbuckle the harness of his coat, excited fingers fumbling with the smooth metal while he makes quick work of your own belt and pants-fly thanks to the use of his stand.

“Show off.” You mutter against his mouth, pushing him back with force this time so you can roll off his coat. As gorgeous as he looks in it, why the fuck does it have to cling to him so much? Risotto chuckles at your struggle and steps away completely to finish pulling his arms out of the sleeves.

The journey from door to bedroom consists of you pushing and playfully wrestling each other’s clothes off between more heated kisses and groping hands. At the threshold of the room Risotto steps out of his pants in just time to dodge your next lunge for him. He laughs, genuinely laughs and you’re so enamored with his accompanying smile that you don’t notice him moving in on you until it’s too late. You’re lifted up by the waist just enough for your heels to drag and kick across the floor as he tosses you onto the mattress. The moment your back touches the bedspread Risotto wastes no time in laying himself on top of you, his hips slotting against your own.

Your fingers trace over the prominent veins in Risotto’s thick arms that are caging you in on either side of your body, up the curves of his biceps until they’re trailing along the expanse of his broad shoulders. Cup his flushed face between your palms and his red eyes, tinted with fondness, never stray from yours while you do it. Time comes to a stand still as he leans into your hands, and although the warm weight of Risotto’s body presses you down into the bed, it pales in comparison to the wave of heat swooping through you from the way his face softens at your touch.

It’s a quiet, tender moment that’s far too good not to take advantage of.

Gaining the momentum to flip someone the size of Risotto over is easy enough when he lets himself be so unguarded around you, his hat finally being thrown off in the tussle with a light ring of its bells. You’d feel bad for surprising him if not for the look of pure desire that takes over his features as you swiftly roll him over and he lightly bounces onto the bed so that you’re now on top. Big hands take their place along the curve of your hips and Risotto bites his lip as he looks up at the change in view.

“Oh, so this is how it’s gonna be?” He chuckles, giving a pinch to your side that causes you to burst into a fit of giggles.

The best way to reply that you can think of is to start grinding your crotch against the straining bulge in his boxers. It makes Risotto grunt and twitch underneath you, holding you just right so you're kept in place and he can roll his hips up into your movements. A hard flick to the rings through his nipples pulls out another satisfying groan and you can’t help but grin into the kiss you lean down to give him. What begins as a smooth slide of lips and tongue quickly becomes sloppy, hands groping and teasing until it’s too late for you to realize what tricks Risotto is up to.

Handcuffs, temporarily forgotten about yet permanently at home in your bed, quickly emerge from under the sheets and attempt to ensnare your wrists. The cold metal sends chills up your arm as it snaps into the flesh of your wrists, pulling one of them away until the other end locks itself around the bars of the bedpost.

“Cheater!” You shout, using your still free hand to playfully smack Risotto in the shoulder. Your protest is cut short by his long fingers dipping past the waistband of your underwear.

“What’s the matter,” Risotto’s voice reverberates low in your ear, right down your spine, “I thought you liked being on top?”

With an agitated grunt you tug at your bonds using all of your strength, forcing the bed post to rattle. Though it wont do anything to help, there’s still the ingrained need to make an effort to resist. Watching you struggle makes Risotto’s smirk grow wider, his fingers moving lower to spread apart the lips of your damp pussy and press firm, deliberate circles over where you need it the most. You’re able to stop yourself from squirming into the sensation but can’t hold back a groan that’s a mix of annoyance and arousal at the way Risotto’s touch makes a flush bloom across your face.

Risotto sits up a bit to latch onto one of your nipples, warm mouth playing with the tight bud before he drags his teeth across the soft skin of your breast, “Are you still going to try and res—”

There’s not much room to even the playing field, but you’re determined to make the most of it. You still have one free hand, and you use it to pull Risotto’s hair by the roots before he’s able to finish his sentence. He reacts just as you knew he would, the mix of pain and pleasure causes him to toss his head back to look up at you in bliss and a startled yet absolutely filthy moan spills past his full lips. You take the opportunity to press your mouth right on top, hold his hair tight and force your tongue inside. Twisting the longer strands around your fingers you pull some more and roll your hips just so, keep it up until Risotto begins panting into your mouth. It makes the rhythm of his hand against your clit begin to falter, both to your amusement and annoyance.

It’s a small victory when he starts to whimper for you, as pain has always been the easiest way to manipulate him into giving in to your demands. Tonight is different though, you can feel it in the way his fingers start back up against your sex. How his other hand settles on the back of your neck, a warm weight full of promise that makes goosebumps rise at the thought of what his hands are capable of, in the best of ways.

You’re at least able to press him back into the mattress as your now sopping cunt grinds down into his hand, having your nails rake a trail of red lines over his tanned skin that your mouth eagerly follows. Across the column of his neck, along pronounced collar bones, over his chest and nipples. His still clothed cock digging into your thigh is impossible to ignore now, and a hard buck of his hips reminds you of your main goal.

Getting it out from the fly of his boxers with only one hand is a struggle, but Risotto is more than willing to assist. The thick length springs free and twitches when it makes contact with the heat of your palm. He groans deep from his chest as he watches you take some of your juices to coat his cock with long, firm pumps over the Jacob’s Ladder on the underside of his shaft, toying with the Prince Albert piercing speared through the dark pink tip.

“Now who’s cheating? Ah fuck,” Risotto’s words dissolve into another moan as the muscles in his chest and abs twitch beneath you.

“Oh yeah, this,” You punctuate the words with light pinches and pull gently at his piercings, while shaking your metal clad wrist for emphasis, “is cheating. Says the guy who’s got one of my hands in ‘cuffs,” Despite the confinement your tone lacks any real bite, knowing that Risotto will free you if there is a problem, and right now you’re exactly where you want to be.

Risotto pulls the crotch of your soaked-through underwear fully to the side for you and begins to line himself up with your entrance. His pierced cockhead just barely presses against your wet heat before you tilt your hips back to slide your cunt across his shaft. There’s a loud, dull thud as his fist pounds onto the bed hard enough to make it bounce from the denial of sinking into you, followed up with a grunt and arch of his back. You shiver and moan in return, the piercings along his length a delicious tease over your core.

God, this has been building up for so long that you’re torn between getting right to it, or savoring this just a little longer. Just tease him a few moments more, watch Risotto become undone first so you’re able to focus on storing the memory away to hold dear for when one of you inevitably has to leave for who knows how long again.

Ultimately the choice is made for you when without warning Risotto tightens his grip on your hips to the point you can barely move, and forcibly lines you back up with the tip of his pulsing cock with a startled gasp. For a split second you think he’s going to spear you on his cock completely in one thrust, but instead he presses inside at a slow, methodical pace that makes the stretch of his generous girth both more bearable and more agonizing in how the pleasure builds up with every inch you sink down on to him, the piercings pressing and rubbing your insides only furthering the sensations.

A blissful sigh is drawn out of you once Risotto finally bottoms out, his brows pulled up tight and hands trembling. Your cuffed hand wraps around the bar of the bedpost while the free one unconsciously settles atop his chest, over the rapid-fire beating of his heart. Right now in this stolen moment there’s nothing else in this world but you and Risotto and the heat radiating between your bodies as he moans your name like a prayer. If it weren’t for your stark differences in height you’d be kissing him even more senseless then he already looks right now.

“Missed you so fucking much.” Risotto groans, and without further preamble he plants his feet on the bed to start fucking up into your cunt in effortless, soaking wet glides.

Sharp gasps and whines are punched out of you with every hard upward roll of his hips. Having only one arm capable of maintaining balance so you can try to keep up with his pace doesn’t help things, but he quickly readjusts his grip on you and uses his strength to hold you tight so he can aid you in bouncing on his cock. A flush starts to spread high and bright across his features as you ride him, watch as he sucks in his plush bottom lip into his mouth to try and muffle the noises still rising from the back of his throat. Intent on seeing Risotto unravel, you don’t hold back, playing up your cries of pleasure, clenching your pussy around his cock with every roll of your hips that he helps along. You toss your head back and squeeze your breast with your free hand, knowing how much Risotto loves to watch you play with yourself.

That releases his voice again at full force, his nails biting into your hips and you can feel how wild his cock pulses inside you. Reaching your goal seems assured at this point, until Risotto suddenly surges forward with a grunt and grabs your free arm to shove behind you. The handcuffs fly off the bed post, pulling back your arm, and with the sharp click of metal they finally ensnare your free wrist to make both of your hands well and truly bound.

“Wait a minute, this is even more unfair!” Your protest quickly becomes a distant afterthought, unable to bring yourself to care about anything except the way his cock grinds and twitches inside of you. Of the newfound pressure on your clit as you grind it over his pelvis, “Fuck, Risotto, don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop—”

Risotto swallows down your demands with a kiss, a forceful press of lips and tongue that turns more wet and sloppy by the second before he breaks away to bury a loud moan into the crook of your neck. A wide, scorching hot palm presses down against the small of your back to guide you down impossibly further on his cock, feeling so deep it as if it’s throbbing between your lungs with every ragged pant of breath. He uses his newfound control over your body to coax your hips into a grinding rhythm that he harshly bucks up into, covering your breasts and neck in what you know will later become a litany of red and purple marks that won’t be mistaken for anything else other than what you’re doing with him right now. You push yourself into the suckling mouth and harsh drag of Risotto’s teeth, internally vibrating at the thought of showing off the mess he’s making of you later.

“C’mon love, don’t hold out on me any longer.” Risotto mutters, the lines of his lips burning the shapes of those words against your ear, with his voice cracking from the way your cunt is throbbing around him. Fingertips slide back over your hips and trail downwards, and the soft heat that’s been pooling in your guts starts to flare and spread through your limbs as Risotto’s fingers meet with your clit again, rolling the swollen bud between his now soaking wet digits.

Mindlessly your hips chase down the pleasure of their own accord, making you arch your back hard enough to almost fall completely backwards. Risotto catches you just in time without even a pause in his ministrations, one of his solid arms sneaking under your bound limbs to wrap you in his embrace and pull you back against his sweat slick chest. It’s small, intimate moments like this that remind you of just how big Risotto is as his arm slides up your back. The length of his forearm alone feels as if it takes up the length of your spine, the warm muscles flexing hard between your tensed shoulder blades.

“Risotto, ah—!” Your body clenches around Risotto’s cock like it can’t get enough of it, even though your cunt has taken him to the hilt. You can’t tell if the full body tremors are coming from you or are Risotto’s own traveling through you. Though it doesn’t really matter, you’re so close either way, but before you can let him know it the hand on your back gently guides you to rest your foreheads together. You try to shy away from it, but the grip of that hand holds steady on the back of your neck, you’re already feeling so overwhelmed that being made to look into his eyes any longer is going to make you—

“Let go for me,” Risotto pants, the hot puffs of his breath tickling your face as his voice makes your clit throb against his fingers. His red-black eyes are a hazy mixture of longing and awe that he refuses to let you turn away from, “Let go for me, my love, and I’ll catch you.”

Orgasm rips through you like a tidal wave, an overflow of sensations that causes your eyes to roll back and body to arch into Risotto’s touch as the waves swallow you down whole.

“That’s it, let it out.” He murmurs, “I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

Once you’ve finally come back to reality it’s just in time to appreciate the hard gasp of your name he makes when he cums, cock twitching his release inside of you. Indistinct shapes rattle and twist over the metal holding you back before it falls apart completely to give way to freedom that you don’t hesitate to take full advantage of. Risotto is so overwhelmed by the afterglow that he willingly goes along with collapsing across the bed with you, landing together on your sides while still wrapped up in one another in a tangle of limbs. The motion causes his softening cock to slide out with a groan from the both of you, and the excessive warmth seeping from between your thighs is a testament to how just pent up he's been since you left.

For a while afterwards there’s only the sounds of your combined panting and soft sighs as you share a litany of warm touches. Ghosting kisses over sweat slick skin until you notice his cock, shining with your combined juices, still partially hanging out from the fly of his boxers and resting along space where thigh meets hip. You’re mouth waters from the sight and you’re about to shimmy down there to have your fill when you notice the way Risotto’s breathing starts to even out into the slow, deeper breaths of someone drifting off to sleep.

That just won’t do.

Hooking a leg over his hip you roll Risotto over to sit back atop him, who grunts and moans in a combination of arousal and complaint. You giggle at the way his face scrunches up for a moment before he cracks one red eye open at you as you lean down to give him another kiss. A simple peck on the lips that he tries to turn into something more, but you pull away and trail more kisses over the marks on his skin you’ve previously left behind. The noises he lets out this time are anything but from annoyance, exhaling a shaky breath at the way your tongue swirls over one of the more pronounced bruises blooming nicely at the crook of his neck. You pull back with a wet pop to move up and tease the shell of his ear before speaking.

“I’ve missed you, too.”

The twitch of his cock against your lower stomach at your words is far from subtle. Before you can tease him about it, the sound of ripping fabric fills the room and the shreds of your ruined underwear are pulled off in one quick tug. You shoot upright in shocked awe as Risotto balls it up in one hand and tosses it past your head, hearing it land somewhere not as far off with a gentle flutter of air. His face lights up in a playful grin, as if daring you to do something about what he’s just done.

Another harsh rip of cloth follows up his expression and the smile falls as he looks down to find your hands splitting the fly of his boxer briefs wide open. You grin back even more smug than he was, quickly tearing the underwear right down the middle all the way to the crack of his ass. In the silence your eyes meet, but the heavy tension lasts only for a split second before you both erupt into a fit of giggles. It feels like an age since Risotto has looked so content, and his smile paired with the sound of his laugh overwhelms you with the urge to kiss him again. Without warning you pounce on him, and he eagerly lets you land with the circle of his embrace.

The night is already beginning to wane into dawn, soon there will be meetings and more work and more begging for whatever scraps of cash the Don of Passione is willing to give you for these most recent and future kills. You push those thoughts aside, being present in the moment is more important, you tell yourself, willfully pretending not to care about what the future holds. All that truly matters right now is the way Risotto kisses you back with equal fervor between bouts of his bright laughter and soothing touches across your back.

Sleep can wait for when you’re dead.

🌹 Author's Notes:

Don't worry, I'm sure everything worked out for them in the end. :))))

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