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Return [ Risotto Nero x Dolcetta (OC) ]

A commissioned piece.

CW: 18+ ONLY. Femdom, BDSM elements, crying, dirty talk, praise kink. AFAB character with she/her pronouns.

Word Count: 5.8k.

Risotto practically melts into the passenger side of Ghiaccio's car as he sinks into the cool leather seat, swinging the door shut behind him. The seat was still reclined to his preference from when Ghiaccio drove them to the mission weeks ago - it had taken an abnormally long time and had been rife with issues. One target would pop up after another, the rising rebellion the two assassins had been sent to exterminate having more members than their intel had provided. The rebellious group had split from Passione and was occupied by members who thought they could outsmart and outsell the Don. It was pure idiocy by the defectors of Passione, but they had still put up a fight. Orders from the Don kept Risotto and Ghiaccio at the location until he was sure every last one of the previous Passione members had been wiped out.

Their last target had been eliminated earlier that day, and they'd finally been given the signal that their mission was complete. If not for the handsome paycheck (a rarity for La Squadra), Risotto would have been in a far worse mood. The money wasn't the only thing Risotto had to look forward to - he'd finally get to see his beloved Dolcetta again. As much as he wanted to, Risotto couldn't think too much about what exactly he wanted to do with her when he arrived home - Ghiaccio had already iced half the hotel room after hearing his Capo during a steamy phone call that he accidentally walked in on.

It didn’t help, either, that Risotto hadn’t been allowed to touch himself for the last few weeks. Dolcetta had instructed him (in that syrupy-sweet, commanding voice that drove him wild) that he was not to touch himself until they were reunited. It wouldn’t have been so bad if the mission hadn’t been extended far longer than either of them thought it would be. Still, Risotto would be remiss to ever disobey his lover, so he had held true to their agreement. (And, at the very least, it kept the situation with Ghiaccio walking in on him far less awkward than it could have been.)

The second the mission had been officially completed, the sole thing on Risotto’s mind had been getting home to Dolcetta.

II.

The ride home passes without incident - Ghiaccio didn’t have enough energy to rage at the other drivers after the long mission, which Risotto was thankful for. Though he had half a mind to ask Ghiaccio to drop him off at his shared home with Dolcetta, Risotto knew that getting things out of the way back at La Squadra’s base would give him more uninterrupted time with her.

Risotto is buzzing with anticipation by the time Ghiaccio pulls up to the base. Before they’d even left, Risotto had told Ghiaccio there was no reason for him to stay. It would be best if he returned tomorrow with a fresh mind. Risotto didn’t get that luxury, but he’d grant it to his teammates when he could.

Once Risotto says his goodbyes and exits the car, he breathes a sigh of relief at finally stepping foot back in Napoli. He wastes no time walking to the door, listening to Ghiaccio peel away the second he gets the door open. It dawns on Risotto that he’s truly alone for the first time in weeks - while he normally might enjoy the solitude, the only thing on his mind right now was getting home to Dolcetta.

Entering into the small and stale base that his team convened in for work made Risotto even more restless to get home. Walking into the cozy home he shared with Dolcetta - always warm and welcoming - was one of the things he cherished most after a long mission. With an annoyed grunt, Risotto heads towards his small office.

He speeds through his remaining tasks as quickly as he can while still making sure they’re done correctly. Risotto sends a few e-mails, faxes a paper, and makes a phone call. The busy work was so mundane for an assassin that he and Dolcetta had laughed about it multiple times. He’d mused that maybe he’d be her secretary in another life, and Dolcetta had replied - coquettish as ever—

‘Hmm, a secretary? I can see it. You are good at following my every last word, aren’t you?’

The memory of Dolce’s words ringing in his ears makes Risotto all the more eager to get home. Anything left undone could be finished tomorrow - he couldn’t stand to prolong his reunion with Dolcetta any longer.

With the base secured, Risotto practically sprints to the car he’d parked around the block before he’d left for the mission with Ghiaccio. The car itself was one Formaggio had carjacked months ago, the vehicle perfect for sharing between La Squadra. Most of them changed vehicles often for safety reasons, and this particular car was so mediocre that it garnered no attention being parked on the side of the road for long periods of time.

Risotto uses Metallica to open the door, not bothering to take the car keys he’d grabbed on the way out until he needed them. He fishes his phone out of his pocket first, opening his messages and scrolling to his lover’s name.

Risotto sends a clumsy text message (he’d never quite gotten the hang of it) to Dolcetta before he puts his phone away, trading it for the keys in his pocket. He sticks the keys in the ignition and starts the car, a rare smile gracing his face.

Sent, 19:24: ‘On my way home.’

III.

Dolcetta can scarcely contain the smile on her face when she reads the incoming text message from Risotto. It’d been far too long since she’d last seen him - though she and Risotto were both independent by nature, it didn’t mean they enjoyed being apart from each other for so long. It was the reality of working for Passione.

Dolcetta doesn’t let her mind wander too far, instead focusing back on the fact that she’d finally be reunited with her lover in just a matter of time. She decides to busy herself by grabbing a bottle of Risotto’s favorite dark red wine, a suggestion from her that he’d come to love. Once she secures the bottle, she grabs a pair of wine glasses and sets them on the kitchen table. The anticipation is almost enough to drive her to open the bottle early - Risotto would get a chuckle out of it if anything, but she wanted to savor the moment with him.

Her head snaps to attention when she hears a familiar knock at the door, the pattern one she and Risotto had set up upon moving in together. Dolcetta sprints back to the living room, more than ready to greet her lover at the door.

The door opens, and just as she knew he would be, Risotto is there. He steps in and shuts the door behind him, dropping his minimal luggage to the ground before he moves forward to embrace Dolcetta in a tight hug.

“Dolce,” he murmurs, stroking his broad hands across her back. He pulls back to look at her before scooping her up in his arms, putting them both a face level despite the usual height difference. “I missed you.” He presses a kiss to her forehead, sighing.

Dolcetta allows herself to melt into his embrace, his familiar scent and warmth flooding her senses. She’d be more than happy to stay like this all night, the tender mood something she’d been craving - but she can’t deny the effect of having Risotto’s muscled body pressed against hers, the feeling igniting a primal urge in her. He sets her back down in front of him, though he’s reluctant to let go.

“Risotto,” Dolcetta purrs. She smirks at the expression it evokes from Risotto, his pupils dilating as he listens intently. She backs away a little to give herself room to press a hand to his exposed chest, gently dragging her nails down the skin. Risotto sighs, the effect she was having on him becoming increasingly obvious by the second. “I was going to cook dinner, but…” She lets one of her fingers dig under a strap on Risotto’s chest harness, pulling it up and letting go so it snaps against his skin. “I think we both want something else first.”

Without warning, Risotto hoists her into his arms again and Dolcetta wraps her legs around him, looping her arms around his neck. The wine sits forgotten on the kitchen table as Risotto carries Dolcetta to their bedroom, the man pressing hurried kisses on her along the way. Dolcetta kisses him back with fervor, temporarily dropping her control to allow herself to indulge in Risotto without thinking about anything else.

Before Dolcetta realizes it, they’re in the bedroom and Risotto is placing her down on the floor. The height difference gives her an eyeful of the prominent bulge in Risotto’s pants, the sight sending a thrill through her body.

“You missed me, huh?” Dolcetta remarks, reaching out to gently grope Risotto’s clothed cock. He groans, his gaze locked onto Dolcetta’s icy blue eyes.

“Always,” Risotto says. He looks at her, searching - waiting for the signal that she was ready to play.

Dolcetta tilts her head, keeping Risotto on the edge until she sees him squirm a little. “Such a good boy.”

Dolcetta’s words have an immediate effect on Risotto, causing his cock to visibly twitch. She’s sure that beneath his pants, his cock is already oozing with pre-cum - it was cute how easily excited he got when she took control of things in the bedroom.

It wouldn’t sit well with Dolcetta to start things without a check-in, no matter how sure she was that both of them were more than ready.

“You remember the rules, yes?” Dolcetta asks. Risotto nods, and she purses her lips. “Say them for me.”

Risotto says a soft apology before repeating the simple words he’d memorized long ago. “Red means stop, no questions asked. Yellow means slow down. And green means keep going.”

“Very good,” Dolcetta praises. “Now, are you ready to begin, caro?”

“Sì, padrona.” Dolcetta grins, catlike, at Risotto’s affirmation.

“Perfect,” Dolcetta says. “I know you aren’t at fault for being gone so long…” She trails off, giving Risotto a slow once-over that sends a thrill up his spine. She steps forward, giving him an expectant look that he’d come to recognize. Risotto kneels in front of her and waits. “But we both know you’re not going to be complaining about any punishment, hm?”

He shakes his head, flushing. His imagination was running wild with a number of things Dolcetta might do to him - she was correct that he’d never object to a ‘punishment’ from her, the word more an exaggeration than anything. Her punishment was something he craved, not feared - it was as much a reward to both of them.

“Did you follow my instructions?” Dolcetta’s gaze is predatory as she speaks, and it makes Risotto’s body run hot. He so badly wants for her to touch him, but it wasn’t time for that yet. He can’t think too much, though, not with Dolcetta waiting for a response.

Risotto nods, hurried. “Sì, padrona.”

“So good for me,” Dolcetta coos, stepping closer to him. “You must be pent up then, hm?” Risotto nods and thickly swallows, the closeness making the tension between the two reach a fever pitch. The desire to lean forward and capture her lips hits Risotto with an urgency he doesn’t expect, but he holds strong - he would never disobey Dolce unless she wanted him to.

“I think I have an idea, then.” She steps back and motions for him to stand. Once he’s on his feet, Dolcetta nods her head in the direction of their walk-in closet. It was where they stored all their toys, the spaciousness of the closet lending well to their chest of debauchery. “I think I’ll test your patience a little more. It shouldn’t be a problem for you,” She grins, watching as Risotto tries to hide the microexpression of disappointment that flashes on his face. “Oh, don’t make that face. If you’re good, I’ll give you exactly what I want.”

“I’m sorry,” Risotto says, his face growing warm from his small moment of insubordination. It’s not that he wasn’t looking forward to their session - he merely craved Dolcetta in a primal way, the thought of waiting to truly touch her again clawing at the forefront of his mind. “What would you like me to get, padrona?”

Dolcetta purses her soft lips in thought and taps her index finger against them. After a moment, she relaxes her lips into a coy grin. “The spreader bar, amore. The one that attaches at the wrists and ankles.”

Risotto can’t stop the small groan that falls from his lips, the thought of being tied up and completely at Dolcetta’s mercy sending his thoughts into a frenzy. He hurries to the closet, grabbing the toy and returning back to the bed in record time. He waits, unsure if Dolcetta wants him on the floor or the bed - he wouldn’t mind either.

“On the bed. I don’t want to hurt those creaky bones of yours,” She teases. Risotto huffs out a laugh, knowing that Dolcetta’s teasing was good-natured. He missed it when he was away from her.

Risotto climbs onto the bed and adjusts himself so that he’s in position, leaving the restraints the only thing undone. Dolcetta climbs up after him and quickly goes to work attaching him to the spreader bar. The bar sits behind him, his ankles and wrists attached to the metal whilst his knees rest on the bed. The toy holds his body taut, forcing him to expose the front of his body. His cock juts out in front of him, pre-cum beading in the slit. He’s already rock hard, his cock flushed with shades of pink and red.

Dolcetta stands once she has Risotto set up, stepping back from the bed to admire her work. “Beautiful,” she muses. “I’m so lucky to be the only one able to see you like this.”

Risotto almost has the urge to shy away from her compliment - it was an old habit, one that Dolcetta had gently coaxed him out of. He never thought he deserved any compliment, but she refused to let him think about himself that way. “Thank you, padrona.”

Risotto would lean forward to kiss her if he could, but he’s helpless to move at all. He does the next best thing. “You’re beautiful too,” he remarks. “Perfect.”

“Mm,” Dolcetta hums in response. “You’re so good, even when you’re shamelessly spread out like this.” The steady heat that had flared to life in her lower half was practically burning by now, Dolcetta keenly aware of how wet she was. She steps back and starts to slide off her clothing, delighting in the fact that Risotto was staring her down like a man starved.

“Dio mio,” Risotto breathes out, savoring the sight of Dolcett’s naked body for the first time in weeks. Her sunkissed skin practically glows in the dim lighting of their bedroom, the setting sun’s rays highlighting her body as it pours through the blinds.

Dolcetta smirks at Risotto’s near breathless response, doing a little spin to show off before she comes to climb onto the bed in front of him. The sturdy mattress keeps Risotto from losing his balance, leaving him just as he was when she had secured him in his bonds. She’s close enough so that she can feel the heat radiating from his body, the smell of his intoxicating pheromones forcing Dolcetta to steady herself. It was easy for her to lovingly take control, but with someone as breathtaking as Risotto laid in front of her, it proved challenging at times.

Dolcetta bites her lip while she shamelessly studies Risotto’s body - the contours of his muscles, the thick veins in his arms as they were pulled firm in the restraints, his thick thighs… There was no shortage of things to look at, and Dolcetta could happily spend hours staring at him. Risotto, obedient as ever, remains still as her eyes rove over him. The only thing that disobeys him is his cock, his member bobbing against his abdomen at the feeling of Dolcetta looking at him so hungrily.

“You know,” Dolcetta begins, leaning back on her knees. She was as close to Risotto as she could be without touching him, forcing her to look up to meet his eyes. “I should just keep you like this all the time. Wouldn’t you like that? Being shown off?” She smiles, coy. “You’re so handsome. You should be shown off.”

Risotto’s cock hardens even further at the thought, the objectification of Dolce’s words pulling out some of his deepest desires. “I would, padrona.”

“I knew it,” Dolcetta replies. She leans forward and places her hands on his thighs, barely able to wrap her fingers around them. She squeezes down and Risotto groans. His body was wound so tight that every sense in his body was heightened. “But I wouldn’t let anyone touch you. You’re for me,” Dolcetta slides her hands toward his inner thighs, dangerously close to his cock. “My own perfect, gorgeous slut.”

Dolcetta’s sweet praise interspersed with the sharp bite of her teasing pulls a low groan from Risotto’s throat, his thick neck exposed as he rolls his head back. He wanted Dolcetta to lay claim to him again and again, his exposed throat an unsubtle sign that he was more than willing to submit to her whims.

Dolcetta hums, pleased, and rises from her knees until her mouth hovers near Risotto’s neck. The feel of her warm breath against his throat makes Risotto whine, his neediness for Dolcetta’s attention rising more every second. The mystery of what she’ll do next was putting every nerve in his body on edge.

“You’re so tense,” Dolcetta murmurs, her breath puffing against Risotto’s throat. She doesn’t wait for a response before fastening her lips around Risotto’s pulse point, sucking hard - Risotto pulls against his bonds as Dolcetta bites down, the moan in his throat swallowed by the pleasure-pain of her bite. She immediately soothes the bite with her lips, kissing the spot where she’d just bitten him with a tender peck. “Good boy, letting me mark you like that,” she says when she pulls away, admiring the bruise she’d left on Risotto’s pulse point. “You look so good with it, too. Do you want more, caro?”

“If you think I deserve it, padrona,” Risotto replies, voice cracking. It was good and he wanted more, but he couldn’t deny that his body was running on overdrive, the culmination of all the time they’d spent apart making his mind hazy.

“Hm,” Dolcetta leans back and cups Risotto’s face, gently pulling his head back forward so that they could meet each other’s eyes. “Riz, what’s your color?”

“Green,” Risotto says, and Dolcetta raises an eyebrow. “Green,” Risotto says again, but this time, he continues. “But I missed you. I’m pent-up.”

“Thank you for telling me.” Dolcetta soothes her thumb across his cheek, smiling. “I can work with that.” She leans back on her knees again, letting the hand on his face ghost down his body until it’s resting on the plane of his abdomen. Her voice is sultry when she speaks, Dolcetta’s tone indicative that they were entering back into the session. “Is this what you wanted, caro?”

“Sì, padrona. Plea—” Risotto’s word trails off into a groan when Dolcetta interrupts him by wrapping her slim fingers around the base of his cock. Just her touch alone made Risotto’s abdomen contract, causing a deep and pleasurable pressure to begin building in his lower half. It wasn’t often that he got worked up this quickly, but it was inevitable with how long he’d gone without release.

Dolcetta pulls back her hand until just the tips of her fingers are touching his shaft, slowly dragging them up to his thick cock head. The sensitive nerves located there make Risotto strain against his bonds, the feeling nearly overwhelming. Just as soon as the feeling is there it’s gone as Dolcetta wraps her fingers back around the shaft as far as she can, using the precum that he’d been leaking to ease her movements.

She begins to stroke his cock with languid movements, listening with pleasure to the whines that fall from Risotto’s mouth. Dolcetta knows it’s practically torture. Her free hand drifts to his inner thigh, Dolcetta squeezing it indulgently whilst she continues to slowly work his cock.

“Please,” Risotto whines, his eyes shut. “Please, padrona, more.”

“Only since you were such a good boy for me,” Dolcetta says. If he wanted more, she’d give him more - she begins to stroke him in earnest. Risotto’s eyes open wide, the build-up of pleasure sudden and overwhelming.

“P-padrona,” he manages. “It’s too much, I might cum-”

Dolcetta doesn’t stop, though, opting to increase her pace instead. The hand she has on his thigh moves to his balls as Dolce feels the tell-tale sign that Risotto is about to cum. Just as he’s about to reach his peak she pulls her hand away and Risotto grunts in frustration, pulling at his bonds before he settles back into them.

“You think I’d let you cum before I’m ready for you?” Dolcetta says, watching the emotions of a denied orgasm flash through Risotto’s eyes. She wraps her hand back around his cock, smirking.

“Don’t forget that this is a punishment, amore.”

IV.

“Please, please—” Risotto wails, tears streaking down his face as Dolcetta denies him an orgasm once again. His lips were bitten pink and sweat was dripping from his forehead, Risotto completely lost in a haze of pleasure and despair.

It was the fifth orgasm she had denied him, and he was aching - the tears had started flowing when she had denied him a third time, and now he was near his breaking point.

“Oh, amore,” Dolcetta brings a hand to his face and wipes away some of his tears. “You’ve been so good for me. You deserve a reward.” She drops her hand from his face and moves behind him, Risotto jolting when he feels the bonds around his ankles removed, followed shortly by the bonds around his wrists. He remains still as Dolcetta moves back in front of him. “Why don’t you lay back for me, hm? Slowly, caro.”

Risotto does as Dolcetta says, the stiffness in his limbs barely registering in his body. All he can focus on is just how bad he wants to cum, his body denied its release over and over.

The position leaves him just as exposed as he was in the spreader bar, his cock standing ramrod stiff above his body. Risotto feels as if he might die if Dolcetta teases him any longer, his mind & body desperate.

“Good boy, you’ve been so patient for me.” Dolcetta coos. “I know I said I was going to reward you, but… I think you deserve an extra special reward.”

“Only if you think I deserve it, padrona.” Risotto’s voice is husky as he replies, nearing the edge of breaking from all the whining and crying. The tears had stopped flowing but a few errant ones remained on his face. Dolcetta leans forward and wipes them away before she speaks, giving his cheek a gentle pat.

“You do deserve it. You were perfect.” Dolcetta pauses for a moment. “I’m going to give you a choice, caro. Do you want my mouth or my pussy?”

Risotto exhales through his nose, the mere thought of either pushing his mind even further into the dizzying lust he already felt coursing through his body. Both were good options, but he needed to be inside of his lover again. He doesn’t hesitate to answer Dolcetta’s question. “Your pussy, padrona. Please.”

“Are you sure?” Dolcetta asks, pursing her plush lips. “How much do you want it?”

“More than anything,” Risotto exclaims, sitting up. “I need it so bad, I need you so bad-” he’s practically babbling, “You’re so beautiful, please-” Dolcetta leans forward and presses her finger to his lips, smirking.

“So eager, even after what I’ve done to you?” Dolcetta lets her hand trail down to his chest before she pushes him back down against the bed. “You’re shameless,” She coos. “But I can’t blame you.”

Dolcetta crawls away from Risotto and leans over to their nightstand, exposing herself to him in the process. The string of expletives that she hears Risotto hiss out makes it certain that he got the message of just how much she wanted him in turn.

The slick between her legs would be enough by itself if it were any other man, but this was Risotto — massive in all ways. She goes back to her task at hand and opens the nightstand to pull a bottle of lube out, closing the drawer before she crawls back over to set herself beside Risotto.

Dolcetta drizzles a modest amount of lube into her palm, rubbing her hands together to warm it before she moves to coat Risotto’s cock in it. He groans at her featherlight touch, bucking up into her hand. When she finishes applying it to his member, she reaches between her legs and works the remaining lube into herself. Risotto watches her movements with lidded eyes, the desire to replace her fingers with his own at the forefront of his mind.

Dolcetta climbs atop Risotto the moment she’s finished, her legs straddling either side of him. The heat of her lower half against Risotto forces him to dig his fingers into the sheets to stop himself from pressing his cock against her, his desperation to be inside of her growing by the second.

Dolcetta watches his struggle with a coy grin. She leans back on his thighs, denying him the thing he wants most. “Beg for it, caro.”

“I need you,” Risotto starts. His eyes lock onto Dolcetta’s. “I need you so fucking bad, please, please,” He was more than desperate - he was frenzied at this point, his mind hazy with a primal lust for the woman on top of him. “Let me feel you, padrona, I need it.”

If it were any other time, Dolcetta might draw it out even longer to see just how far she could push Risotto - but this time, with her mind & body just as desperate as Risotto’s, she couldn’t wait.

Dolcetta moves forward so that she can drag Risotto’s cock through her sex, biting her lip when she feels the thick head nudge against her clit. “God,” she hisses, her gaze catching Risotto’s. “I can’t wait any longer to have you inside of me.”

Dolcetta lines herself up with Risotto’s cock and doesn’t hesitate to press it into her, throwing her head back at the delicious stretch. “You’re so big, caro,” She breathes out. “So perfect for me.”

Risotto growls as Dolcetta sinks herself onto his cock, her words combined with the feeling of her pussy clenching around him making his fingers dig so hard into the sheets that they rip. (It’s not the first time it had happened - and it wouldn’t be the last.) It takes all his strength not to cum right then and there, the sensation of her warm walls wrapped around his member almost too delicious to bear.

“You’re so beautiful,” Risotto says, letting his eyes drift to the place where their bodies met. Watching his cock slowly disappear inside her was mesmerizing. His gaze there doesn’t linger for long, though - all he truly wants is to look at her expression. Even though he wants to say more, he can barely think straight. No one and nothing had ever made him feel like Dolcetta did, and the sheer pleasure from being with her again has Risotto near delirious.

Dolcetta breathes out Risotto’s name when his cock is bottomed out inside of her, pressing her hands against his pectorals for leverage. His thick cock has her spread to her limit, the feeling near indescribable - she would never tire of feeling so full and complete.

She clenches around him involuntarily as she adjusts to the stretch, Risotto grunting at the feeling. She felt so tight around him, so perfect, that he could have sworn that they were made for each other. He needed to feel more of her. Risotto’s hands move up to grab hold of her hips, silently questioning if he could do so. When Dolcetta nods, he wraps his thick hands around them, light enough so that he was just holding her.

There’s no need for any words as Dolcetta begins to rock herself on top of Risotto’s cock, the swivel of her hips practiced. She groans as his cock rubs against her inner walls, managing to hit every spot inside of her that drove her wild.

“God, I missed you,” Dolcetta says. “So much.”

“I missed you too,” Risotto replies, his voice strained. It was all so much for both of them - he grips her hips tighter and Dolcetta tightens around him, a loud growl sounding in Risotto’s throat. “Your body is incredible,” he manages to say.

Dolcetta responds to Risotto’s praise by increasing the speed of her movements until he’s clutching her hips so tightly that she knows there will be bruises later—

. . .

Risotto holds on for as long as he can, the pressure in his lower half ready to burst at any moment - it just feels so good and he missed Dolcetta so much.

“I-I can’t hold on much longer,” he pants. “You’re so perfect.” Risotto drops one of the hands resting on her hips and brings it to her clit, the position she was in offering him access to the sensitive bundle of nerves. “I want to make you cum on my cock.”

“Together,” Dolcetta replies, an elongating moan following her declaration as Risotto presses his thumb against her clit. It doesn’t take long for Risotto’s practiced movements to bring her to the peak, her body nearly already there. “Cum for me, amore—”

The dam breaks for both of them.

The intensity of their shared climax sends Dolcetta hurtling over the edge of everything that had happened between Risotto’s long absence and his return, tears flooding her eyes as she clutches him tightly to ride out the waves of her orgasm. It’s a deep, all-consuming pleasure that has her eyes rolling back into her head as she gasps out Risotto’s name, completely lost in bliss. It borders on the edge of overwhelming - passes it, even, when her ears stop ringing and she hears Risotto gasping out her name - but it’s the type of overwhelming that she loves to indulge in.

Risotto can barely contain the guttural groans that fall from his lips as Dolcetta commands him to cum, his body following her command as soon as the words leave her mouth. The pressure that had been building up all night bursts, the pleasure from it making his whole body shudder. His toes curl as he feels his muscles contract, his cock twitching as he cums deep inside of Dolcetta, her walls milking his cock. He vaguely hears her calling out his name, his mind hazily replying as he calls out her name in turn.

Neither of them are aware of the passage of time as they ride out their orgasm together, clutching each other tightly as red-heat pleasure sets their nerves on fire.

Risotto doesn’t notice he’s shaking until Dolcetta cups his face, cooing out his name.

“It’s okay, caro.” Dolcetta runs her fingers through his hair until his breathing evens out and the shaking stops. “That’s my good boy.” She moves to lay back onto the pillows, gesturing for Risotto to join her.

Before he lays back he sees tears drying on her face, vaguely recalling that she had started to cry during her orgasm. He wipes them away with his hand, murmuring her name.

“They were good tears,” She reassures, patting her chest again. Risotto acquiesces this time.

“Cazzo,” Risotto huffs. He gingerly lays his head on her chest, breathing in the natural scent that emanated from her skin. He closes his eyes as he relaxes even further, the two of them enjoying the silent closeness.

It’s Risotto who speaks up first, not wanting to be lulled to sleep before he can properly talk to his lover. He turns his head up so he can see Dolcetta’s eyes and catches her gaze. “I missed you.”

“What, just for the sex?” Dolcetta teases. Risotto’s eyebrows furrow in response.

“No,” he says. Risotto sits up, adjusting himself so that he can pull Dolcetta into his lap. The height difference leaves her resting against his warm chest, staring up at him. If he had given her a moment more she would have told him she was just teasing him, but she wasn’t complaining about being in his lap. Risotto cups her cheek and gently tilts her head up, his gaze soft. “I always miss you. I cherish you.”

Dolcetta feels her face heat up. It wasn’t like Risotto to be so candid - he wasn’t a man of many words, and though she had no doubt that he loved her, it was a surprise to hear him be so vulnerable. “Riz,” she murmurs. “I was just teasing, you know. I missed you too.”

“I know,” he replies. Risotto averts his eyes and stares at nothing, quiet. It’s a few moments before he speaks again. “I just want you to know that I care about you.” A beat passes and Risotto clears his throat, finally looking back down at Dolcetta. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin the mood.”

Dolcetta smiles and pats his chest. “You never do. Besides, what’s fucking like animals without a little pillow talk afterward?”

“Ah.” Risotto huffs, looking away again as pink starts to dust his cheeks. Though Dolcetta could tease him for being so shy after he’d just spent so much time begging for her to do filthy things to him, she decided to let it go this time.

“Okay, okay,” she says, playful. “I’ll take it easy on you.” Dolcetta gingerly climbs out of his lap, earning a huff from Risotto. “I promise we can come back to bed after I clean up. Let me get you some water first. Do you need anything else?”

Dolcetta was always attentive after a session, even when Risotto had initially been embarrassed by it. With time and trust, he’d grown to look forward to her aftercare.

Risotto hums, thoughtful, and shakes his head. Dolcetta nods, extending her hand toward him. “I’ll run the bath for you, caro. How does that sound?” Before he says anything, she smiles. “And I’ll join you, of course. I would hate to be deprived of soaping you up.”

“Of course,” Risotto replies, chuckling. “I wouldn’t deny you that.” Risotto takes her hand and stands up, following Dolcetta’s lead as she begins to walk toward the bathroom.

Though there were many things Dolcetta wanted to say to him right now - how much she loved him and how much she missed him when he was gone - she knew that there would be time for that later. For now, she would simply live in the moment.

For tonight, and every other night, she’d cherish his return.

#not me sobbing #risotto nero x oc #dolcetta #aksjdjskskdj!!#I’m in looovveeee

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special thanks to @magpie-scribbles for commissioning me! thank you so much dear, this was an absolute blast to write and I had the best time! hope you enjoy xx

pairing: jake lockley x fem!reader, steven grant x fem!reader, marc spector x fem!reader

genre: smut with a lil' bit of feeling (all of it with jake). minors dni

word count: 4.5k

summary: your first time meeting jake lockley. an alter neither steven nor marc knows about.

warnings: oral (receiving), vaginal s.ex, dirty talk, degradation, overstimulation, choking, dom!jake but also soft!jake best of both worlds, established relationship with both marc & steven, reader works at the museum, the use of slut & whore, rough s.ex

a/n: I kind of imagined this to be set after the series finale. The switches between steven and marc are smooth, they also don't know about jake.

disclaimer: the depictions of DID in this fic is based off of the show and the research I did on google, I am in no way saying that this is how it works so please take all of that info with a grain of salt. I am not a medical professional.

Your head between your hands, you stared blankly at your laptop. A warning had popped up, a warning you absolutely dreaded to see, especially on a day that a new exhibit was coming to the museum. The fluorescent lights of your office agitated your eyes, you blinked, then you blinked again. Your eyelids stuck together. A sigh left your lips and you lean back into your chair, oh how you wished this day would be over already.

“Hey beautiful,”

Your heart skipped a beat upon hearing a faint knock at your glass door, the familiarity of the voice soothing you instantly.

“Hey gorgeous,” you replied, smiling.

Steven was awkwardly standing at the door, hands in front of him as he drew small air circles with his thumbs. Noticing his worryful gaze, you realized that he saw you wallowing in your own self pity over your frozen computer. He took a step forward, his one hand leaving his front as he nervously scratched the back of his head.

“Are you alright, love?”

“I am–” you cut yourself off with a sigh and a shake of your head. You had promised him previously that you wouldn’t do this anymore. You wouldn’t hide what you truly felt about the situations unfolding around you. “I’m frustrated and overworked. My computer froze just as I was about to put in the serial numbers of all the artifacts that are arriving today,”

“The Hecate exhibit?”

Steven quickly got behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders in a comforting manner. He gently squeezed your tense muscles, a relaxed groan parted your lips.

“Yeah…”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“You can buy me a new computer,”

He chuckled, it’s such a lovely sound. It lightens the weight that drowns your stressed heart.

“No can do, darling. I can barely make rent. Very sorry about that.” he hummed. “Why not ask that insufferable Donna? this is museum work after all, it’s not like you’re playing games,”

“Yeah– I don’t think the museum has the budget, Steven. And I do not want to hear Donna rant about it again,”

“Fair enough,”

While you conversed with one another, Steven continued to massage your shoulders. His hands traveled down to your upper back, fingers dipping into the sides of your spine. Warmth spread throughout your body, your head slowly falling back as soft moans parted from you. His one hand climbed back up to your neck, thumb pressing against your nape and smoothing down the soft tendons.

“How have you been by the way?” you managed to ask despite your relaxed, yet fleeting, euphoria. “How’s Marc?”

“I’m well,” he replied, a smile in his voice. “Marc is too, as well as he can be that is. He yammers on too much, gives me a headache,”

You sighed, spinning along with your chair, you faced Steven. You hated not feeling his hands against your skin anymore, but you wanted to see him. His knees brushed upon yours, a shudder climbing up your back at the simple contact of bodies. Steven leaned down, his hands resting on the armrests of your chair. You felt his breath, a hint of coffee still lingering. He pressed his forehead against yours, his skin warm and scolding against your own. Your eyes flutter closed and you bit the inside of your cheek.

Your breath stuttered when you spoke.

“I’ve missed you,”

“I’ve missed you too,”

The air around Steven changed in an instant, it was a subtle change but you’ve grown accustomed to it. For you, telling the difference was as easy as breathing. Marc raised his hands up from the armrests and cupped your cheeks, thumbs drawing slow, gentle circles as he closed the distance. The way he kissed you was different from the way Steven kisses you. Marc’s lips move in a soft, yet incisive way. He doesn’t hesitate swiping his tongue over your lips, wordlessly asking you to open up for him, which you always do with an enthusiastic eagerness.

You moaned at the feeling of his tongue inside your mouth, exploring, delving deeper. He was sucking the air from your lungs, leaving you desperate, your body electrified, and desperate for more.

When he parted, you whined at the loss of contact. Marc smiled at the sound, thumb tracing the outline of your wet lips. Even the way he looked at you was different. Full of love, that part was similar to Steven, with lingering feelings of believing the love he was receiving was undeserved. After all this time, you still weren’t able to convince him that he deserved every single drop you had to offer.

“I’ve missed you too, you know. You see Steven all the time,” he chuckled. “It’s been a while since we saw each other.”

That was true. Unlike Steven, you didn’t have the luxury to see Marc at work. You haven’t been visiting that often either due to late nights at the office.

“How about I visit you guys this afternoon? I should be able to get off a bit early if I work quick enough. I’ll buy those little cakes Steven likes and we can have tea,”

You almost burst out laughing when Marc stuck his bottom lip out.

“Why does it have to be a tea date?”

“Because it’s–” you raised your hands as if you were forming a rainbow between them. “Aesthetic,”

When Marc continued to stare at you, unamused, you add.

“I’ll bring us beer and pizza too? For dinner?”

His lips twisted into a sly smirk, his one hand fell to your thigh and pushed it up, stopping only an inch away from your clothed heat. You held your breath, chest raising almost all the way up to your chin.

“You might as well stay the night if you’re staying for dinner,”

“I like the sound of that,”

The hand suddenly disappeared, he jolted up, a large wide grin spreading across his lips. The constant self pity that lingered in his eyes was gone, Steven was back and happier than ever.

“You’ll be staying? Did I hear that right darling?”

A breathless chuckle rippled from your throat, still feeling warm and dizzy thanks to Marc.

“Yeah, hope that’s alright?”

“Of course my love!” Steven quickly headed to the door, waving you off. “I’ll be leaving it to you then, time to get to work, chop chop!”

You called out after him.

“I can’t do much with my computer frozen, you know?”

“Just press control, alt, delete, love. I keep telling you. That’s how you shut down those stubborn programs,”

With that, you’re all alone in your office once more. It felt even lonelier now, the lights more annoying. You turned back to your computer, doing just as Steven advised you to do. Of course, it worked.

You smiled, you couldn’t wait now more than ever for the work day to come to an end.

You stood nervously in front of the door, fingers on both hands aching as they held bags full of food and drinks. It truly has been a while since you found yourself right outside their doorstep. You really should try to make more time for both Steven and Marc, the museum wouldn’t collapse just because you were taking a bit of time for yourself and loved ones.

Inhaling one deep breath, you kicked the door with the tip of your foot. Silence followed your unconventional knock. The walls of his apartment were thin, so usually you would hear noises coming from inside, steps rushing towards the door to let you in. But nothing of the sort happened, tilting your head, you attempted to knock again–

The door suddenly opened, you staggered back, shocked that you couldn’t hear anything.

“Let me help you with that,”

Before you could identify which alter was greeting you, he took the bags and rushed inside. You thought that perhaps it was Steven, he would be the one to be anxious over your date. But he hadn’t even glanced at you, which was odd because you had worn the ankh shaped necklace he had gotten you from the gift shop. You were confused, but also glad that your fingers were free from the clutches of the bags. Passing through the threshold, you rubbed your fingers together and closed the door with a push of your heel.

“How was work?”

His voice sounded strained, troubled. You watch him with a raise of your eyebrow, he laid all of the things you bought on top of the kitchen counter. You still couldn’t get a clear view of his face, he had adjusted his hair in a way that would hide his gaze, the ends of them curling slightly. The lack of British accent made you think of Marc, but there was something still slightly different about the way he spoke.

“It was good, managed to finish early like promised,” the stifling aura that lingered in the messy apartment edged you to be cautious. You took a step forward. “Are you alright–?”

You wanted to end your question with a name but you still weren't sure who you were talking to.

“I’m fine. Just a bit tired,”

The two of you marinate in the uncomfortable silence. Your eyes shifted to the windows, they were both wide open, meaning that the air was suffocating only due to the two of you. He had both his hands on the counter, looking down at the groceries with a gaze that could put holes through the food. Your lips felt incredibly dry as you took a step forward. Only his eyes moved, his gaze snapping towards you. The look was enough to stop you in your tracks. You lick your lips.

“You’re not Marc,” your chest heaved. “Or Steven, are you?”

“I’m not, sweetheart. No.”

A dry chuckle left his lips, the corners of his mouth curling into a smile.

“I promise you I’m more than enough,”

“Do you…have a name?”

His eyes widened momentarily before bursting out with laughter. The sound echoed across the walls. He’s loud, the laughter itself enough to shake the very floor you stood on. But you supposed it was alright since now he seems more relaxed. He rolled his shoulders and he straightened his back. Fingers leaving the counter, he let out a deep breath that looked like he was holding until now.

“Of course I have a name,” he said, turning fully to you. “My name’s Jake.”

“Jake,” you repeated, feeling the way his name felt between your lips. The way his eyes darken didn’t go unnoticed by you. “Nice name,”

You shifted from one leg to another, chewing the inside of your cheek. Your eyes were glued to his, you didn’t want him to feel unwelcome by hiding your gaze, or acting as if you were bothered. Jake raised his eyebrow, the right corner of his lips tugging up in an amused manner.

“Do you know who I am?” you asked.

“I do,”

“Ah, good–”

“You’re part of the reason why I’m here, they– They don’t know I exist, at least not right now,”

“What?”

Jake rushed to your side, your heart squeezing with his every step. He stopped only an inch away from you. His dark eyes scanning your slightly shocked countenance, he raised his hand. You held your breath, the inside of your ears whizzing as your heart thudded loudly. His hand stilled an inch away from your cheek, you could feel the warmth of his flesh. He let out a languid breath.

“Can I touch you?”

Your mind swirled but you managed to nod anyway. He gently placed his hand against the side of your face. His palm scorched your skin, much warmer than you felt previously before.

“It’s no fair you know,” he said, a slight venom in his voice. “They get to be with you. Work with you. Eat with you. Laugh with you. Touch you. Fuck you,”

The anger he felt simmered in his tone, voice raspier, quieter. Your stomach churned, the inside of your palm sweaty yet cold at the same time. You wanted to take a step back but you couldn’t, despite his excellent hiding of his emotions, you saw the hurt within his eyes. Jake was similar to Marc in that regard. So much pain for a man to bear. His fingers slid to your throat, curling gently around the column of your neck. Your breath hitched. He’s not squeezing, only holding, softly grazing his blunt nails against your skin. He locked his eyes on your lips.

“Why do they get to have you? Why not me?”

“Well, to actually answer you question, the fact that none of us knew about you might be one of the reasons,”

Jake’s eyes shifted from your lips to your eyes. You’re afraid that you’ve offended him somehow but when his lips crack a smile, you’re visibly relieved.

“You know about me now,” he rolled his tongue, his smile never wavering. “So, what are you going to do about it?”

In all honesty, you weren’t sure. You didn’t know Jake. You didn’t know what type of person he was or how he fitted in Steven’s and Marc’s lives. You also weren't sure if the other alters would be alright with it. Steven didn’t mind sharing you with Marc and vice versa, but what if they weren’t alright with sharing you with Jake? That was a possibility. Still, you couldn’t shake off the look Jake was giving you. So broken, full of internalized anger from god knows what. He was a part of them. A part of them they currently didn’t know about.

“I…I don’t know,”

Jake became visibly annoyed by this. He leaned in closer, placing his other hand on your upper back. He stroked your clothed skin, watching as you closed your eyes and trembled with his touch. You couldn’t help it. They might be different. Act different. Feel different. But it was still the same body you lusted over touching you. His lips stretched out into a grin. Lips barely grazing against the underside of your jaw.

“You know, when the other’s take the front, I still can feel. It’s more like your skin ghosting over mine, constantly. I can feel the heat, the warmth. For instance today, I felt how excited you were to have us touch you, feel you against our open palm. Isn’t that why you offered to stay over? So we could fuck you?”

A shudder ran up your spine. His lips now fully pressed against your skin, moving towards your neck. You wanted to step away, just so you could breathe a little, but the hand on your back prevented you, pushing you closer to him. Your chest now flushed against his, you could feel his defined muscles from underneath his shirt. Your breasts are aching to rub against him like a dog in heat. Thickly swallowing, you slightly pushed them into his chest. It felt good, too good. A soft moan trickled from your lips.

Jake’s hand that was idly resting on your back slid down to your buttocks, he squeezed the flesh, chuckling as he grazed his teeth against the sensitive skin of your neck. You flinched at the roughness he possessed, inactively rubbing yourself against his broad torso.

“Seems to me that you know exactly what you want to do,” he keened. “I just want to hear you admit it, mi amor,”

The vaguely familiar word of endearment took you by surprise. You blinked at him, eyebrows raised.

“You know spanish?”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,”

His voice became soft, gentle. His lips pressing against the skin right above your jugular, he left a small kiss that sent a wave of heat throughout your body. Jake continued to decorate your skin with open mouthed, wet kisses. It drowned out every needless thought you might have. You’re shaking, knees on the brink of giving out. His hand was the only thing holding you up.

“I still haven’t heard you admit it,” he teased. “Didn’t you come here to get fucked?”

“I…that’s not all,”

“Admit it.”

You swallowed, staring at him between half lidded eyes.

“Y-yes. I…did come here in hopes of–” you licked your lips, voice trembling. “–Getting fucked,”

“Good girl,”

His teeth sunk into your flesh, jolts of pain mixed with pleasure blossoming against your skin. You cried out, your hands clawing at his chest as you buried your face into him. He smelled of Marc, Steven. The scent soothed you, made your heart flutter. His tongue danced across the fresh dents that your skin now possessed. Jake pulled back, his pupils were dilated, almost covering the entirety of his chocolate eyes. He took a step forward then another, forcing you to walk backwards. The steps you took with him were familiar, a route you often followed whenever you visited. Coldness returned to your body, heart almost leaping out of your throat as you spread your fingers across Jake’s chest, silently telling him to stop.

Understanding, he stilled his steps.

“What is it?”

“Can we…Can we use the couch instead?”

“The couch?”

You didn’t want to outright admit that you didn’t want to use the bed for Marc’s and Steven’s sake. You still weren’t sure how alright they would be with all of this, and despite what your body was screaming you to do, you still had your reservations about Jake. He seemed to understand where you were coming from. His eyes wandered across your face and finally he gave in.

“Alright.”

With that you found yourself laying on the semi-comfortable couch with Jake between your legs. He crashed your lips together, teeth clicking, his mouth wide and tongue already pushing inside. You opened up for him, letting him devour you entirely. Jake's hands roamed across your body, dipping into every curve and every patch of skin. Your hips involuntarily thrusted up, seeking for friction, seeking for his cock. Breaking the kiss, he tutted disapprovingly. With both hands he pinned your hips back down to the couch and licked the inside of your mouth, he nipped at your bottom lip as he spoke.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” he rasped. “So all of that ‘I’m not so sure I want to do this’ behavior was all bulshit, huh?”

“I– No,”

“Liar,”

Jake slid down the couch, his face now an inch away from your clothed cunt, he quickly tugged at your pants, pulling them down along with your panties. He hummed upon seeing your glistening cunt, your face heating up at the way his lips curled upward. Not wanting to see his smug expression any longer, you covered your eyes and pressed the heels of your palms against them. A whimper left you, his lips delicately kissing a trail up from your exposed knees towards your thighs. This felt like Steven. The softness, the gentleness of his lips.

But then he bit you and that reminded you of Marc.

You hissed at the pain, looking down, you noticed that he was glaring at you, brows knitted together as his nostrils flared.

“Don’t close your eyes, I want you to watch,”

If your face was burning before, now, it was absolutely ablaze.

“Why are you so embarrassed? It’s not like you never felt my tongue inside of this beautiful cunt before,”

“That might be true but it’s still my first time with you,”

His eyebrows raised up all the way to his hairline, disappearing behind the hair covering his forehead. Without saying a word, he dipped between your legs and flattened his tongue against your folds. You whimpered, one hand immediately interlacing itself with his dark curls. With the tip of his tongue, Jake drew quick circles around your clit and flicked it. You watched with wide eyes as he groaned, his eyes closed while he tasted you. Seeing him added to the pleasure you felt, every time you saw that pink tongue disappearing inside of you, you moaned. Loudly.

“Fuck, do you always get this wet or am I just that good?”

He peered at you through his dark eyelashes. Breathing heavily, you just stared at him.

“Come on answer me, I’ll stop if you don’t.”

“I’m…I’m always this wet for all of you,”

“I knew you were a slut but had no idea it was this bad,” he snarled. “Do you like being my perfect little slut? My perfect toy that I pleasure myself to,”

You breathed out.

“Y-Yes,”

“Does my slut want to come?”

You whined, eyelids fluttering, you pushed your dripping cunt closer to his mouth. He took this as a yes, inching closer, he violently pressed his lips against your folds, tongue forcibly pushing into your aching hole. You screamed out, your head falling back as you pulled at his hair. Jake fucked you with his tongue, shallowly thrusting in and out of you as his fingers dug into your thighs. You’re squirming, body arching in an uncomfortable manner. The top of his nose kept on brushing against your clit, the coil within you tightening–

“Jake!” you moan out, thighs trembling. “Jake,”

He doesn’t reply to your cries, he parted his lips, moving them along the lips of your cunt as he wiggled his tongue forward. Your juices were overflowing, wetting his chin and staining the couch underneath. You begin to grind your hips against his mouth, so desperate, so needy. A growl trembled within his chest, his teeth softly nipped at your folds. Your insides were burning, tingling, your mind fuzzy, not knowing who’s name to call out anymore. You’re thinking of them all– The sweetness of Steven, the harsh tenderness of Marc, the absolutely bone shattering presence of Jake–

You cried out, gushing all over Jake’s tongue.

Your hips jerked, body shaking uncontrollably as your cunt throbbed and twitched. His tongue continued to move inside of you, slurping everything you had to offer. You’re dazed, eyes unfocused. Your body stilled, the pleasure still coursing through your veins. Everything felt so intense, you’re completely spent. Jake finally parted away from your over sensitive core and looked up, he traced the outline of your inner thighs with his lips.

“Hope you’re not gonna tell me that you’re tired,” he said whilst licking his lips. “We’re just getting to the good part,”

You groaned when he flipped you to your stomach. His strong hands took a hold of your waist and pulled your buttocks into the air. Immediately your back arched for him, waiting to feel the blunt tip of his cock. Your wish was soon answered, pleasure bloomed within you all over again, a soft whine tearing away from your lips.

Jake let out a stuttered breath as he pushed in, you’re embarrassed how easy it was, the flatness of his pelvis immediately felt up against your ass. Your lips parted, chest heaving uncontrollably. Jake felt so thick inside, stretching you in a mind numbingly pleasurable way. He let his cock rest inside of you, his hands spreading across your back and sliding up to your shoulders. Holding you, he squeezed and lifted your upper body from the couch. His one hand snuck under your shirt while the other came around your throat, experimentally squeezing as the other cupped your breast. You gasped and with that he squeezed harder.

He pulled back his hips a torturously slow way, only the tip remaining inside, he slammed his cock right back in– Your breath caught in your throat, you desperately tried to breathe. He snapped his hips over and over again, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the apartment. His fingers closed around your throat, blocking the airway and making you choke.

“Who fucks you best?” he hummed, hips moving faster.

Only choked out nonsense left your chapped lips. He squeezed harder, pulling you flush against his chest. You felt his damp lips pressing against your ear, you shuddered.

“Tell me,”

You couldn’t pick one. You just couldn’t.

“I bet the other two can’t fuck you like this,” he growled. “They’re too gentle with you– But you don’t want that do you? You want to be fucked like the good little whore you are– You want to be used, isn’t that right?”

Jake pinched your nipple and a rugged scream tore from your throat. The pacing he set for you was hard, fast. Every thrust of his hips made you see white, the edges of your vision started to become blurry. He grinded his hips, making you feel every curve, every inch of his cock.

“Look at you, can’t even answer me,” he panted heavily, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. “Come on now, tell me who fucks you best,”

“Y-You,”

You’re surprised by the reply that left your lips, an immediate sense of regret settled in your gut but you couldn’t make a sane decisions when Jake’s cock just felt so fucking good. His hips only stuttered for a moment, the fingers around your throat found the sides of your chin and turned you sharply so that you would face him. You ignored the strain in your neck as he kissed you– Slow, sensual, mind numblingly full of love. This time, instead of directly dominating your mouth, your tongues danced along one another. His thrusts slow but still hard, the length of his cock brushing against your deepest parts as he claimed you both ways.

You’re flustered, which is a funny thing to be feeling while he’s fucking you into the very core of the earth. But the way his tongue moved against yours, the way his cock moved inside, suddenly all of it had become so tender. Your heart fluttered uncontrollably, face burning as the love you felt for them all bursted from your every pore. Jake must’ve felt it because he broke the kiss, dragging his lips across your sweaty cheek and nuzzling the crook of your neck.

That combined with the force of his cock was enough to push you over the edge.

This time you came nice and hard, a ring of cream coating the base of his cock as Jake continued to slam his hips. You’re sobbing, tears streaming down your face, the pleasure proving to be overwhelming. His hand moved across your face, feeling the wetness of your tears. This time he thrusts only for himself, desperately searching for his own release. Your cunt squeezed around him, the tremors of your orgasm still very much in place.

Jake swiftly pulled out, leaving you empty and hollow feeling as he fisted his cock over your back. He groaned and soon something hot and sticky coats the small of your back, an uncontrollable shiver seized your body and you moan out his name.

Both yours and Jake’s heavy breathing filled the room. You turned only to collapse on your back, Jake’s staring at you between heavy lids. He seemed troubled, deep in thought, you opened up your arms, inviting him for an embrace. His eyes moved along your body and landed on your face. He took one deep breath and surrendered. He fell on top of you, allowing you to hug him. Your hands went up and down his back in a similar fashion Steven had done for you this morning. Jake hid his smile by burying his face into your neck, but you felt it against your skin.

“It’ll be alright,” you whispered. “I’m yours too.”

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