#massimo torricelli smut

[hopelesslys-world]

STOCKHOLM SYNDROME | CH. 6

WARNINGS: NON-CON, Age Gap ( Massimo is 34 reader is 20 ), sex, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, oral (both female and male), yandere themes, stalking, KIDNAPPING, violence, harsh language, murder...

Tell me if I missed something... ( As you can see most of those warnings will make their appearance in future chapters. )

I apologize for any grammar mistakes...not edited

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐈́𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔́𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘 problems. The driver opened the door for Massimo while you were stuffing your things into your bag—they must have spilled out to the seat during the drive. Massimo rounded the car and opened the door on your side, offering you a hand. He was being very gallant, and in that linen suit of his, he looked simply overpowering.

As both of your feet touched the ground, he discreetly grabbed your ass, pushing you gently toward the entrance. You sent him a shocked glance—that was behavior worthy of an adolescent boy. But he only smirked, sliding his hand up to your back and leading you to the terminal.

That son of bitch...

You’d never had all the check-in formalities done so fast. All you had to do was pass through the building. When you emerged on the other side, another car picked the two of you up and drove you to a small plane.

As much as you enjoyed this whole process of being in an airplane, you couldn't help but be nervous and make your heart stop pounding.

You sat down on a plush leather couch, Massimo soon joined you sitting dangerously closer than you liked. A bottle of champagne arrived but you paid no mind to it wanting to get over with this flight in a calm and quick way as possible.

With Massimo on your side though your whish seemed utterly impossible...

His hand rested behind your hand, not touching you, just settling on the couch. His leaning towards you was obvious as hell, however you knew very well where this was leading.

"You know...I can't get off my head the image of you naked in the shower this morning." he said in a low seducing tone that made your heart pound faster each passing second.

You blushed heavy crimson from embarrassment and shyness and turned your head away from his close face. "No need to be shy with me now, princess. There's no shame wanting to get high in pleasure..." His fingers touched your chin making you look at him, your faces inches away from each other. "...What's a real shame is denying what you feel. You know that I'll be more than happy to provide you with everything you'll need."

Massimo's hand moved from your chin slowly down to your leg, sneaking in your bare skin from your skirts cut giving you strokes in the inside of your thighs that every now and then neared so close to your cunt.

As much as you wanted to give in, your untouched pussy was becoming wet with arousal, however, the incidents happening a few days prior kept your guard up and your reputation high. "No. I can't..." Your hands grabbed his and shoved it away from your thigh.

The Man in Black sigh heavily plopping back to his seated position. "You're making this harder than it has to be Y/N. It doesn't have to be this way." He declared in disappointment shaking his head in disapproval.

You tried. You tried really hard to keep your thoughts to yourself, Massimo provoked you all the fucking time it was impossible!

"Well, excuse me that I don't want to sleep with the man I know for a week, to be more specific the man who kidnapped me." You smiled sweetly at him, then your face got all pouty again.

He scoffed, you could imagine him rolling his eyes at you. "You need to move on, princess. You pouted enough already don't you think? You were so good and obedient today... don't ruin my mood...I want to reward you. Will you be my good girl?"

Massimo pulled you closer leaving a kiss on shoulder his hand behind you caressed your neck softly—teasingly with his fingers as his lips left kitten kisses which trailed upward, to your neck, to your throat and lastly your jawline before his movements came into a halt.

You needed to stop him, you had to stop him, you couldn't let this happen it wasn't right.

What the hell changed!? Just like this morning you despised him and then you wanted to have sex with him!? It doesn't make sense! Nothing makes sense anymore!

Was the sexual provoke too much? Or was it something else ... something deeper? Stockholm Syndrome perhaps. You've heard of this lot's of times from your friend who studied phycology... must be it.

"Answer me baby." He whispered.

Hesitantly, you nodded. Not wanting to awaken a heated argument.

"Use your mouth, baby girl. I want to hear you say it." Massimo looked you in the eyes, his dark brown eyes became completely black with lust and need.

"I will." You replied quietly, obviously meaning it untill he crossed another line.

"Come with me." The Man in Black said eagerly.

He stood up then lifting you up, he lead you in a corridor which was getting narrower in this part of the plane. Massimo had to turn sideways to squeeze through. You entered a dark room with a bed in the middle.

You have to be stupid to not realise where this was going. It was entirely your fault, you let the strings too loose and got his confidence to get laid with you too high.

As soon as he closed the door he attacked your lips in a raw, desperate, way. Catching you surprised, your hands shot to his broad chest pushing him away but he didn't budge at all. Instead his tongue found yours, kissing you more passionately.

The back of your knees found the mattress and the Man in Black slowly lowered you to the soft sheets.

His lips left your mouth and attacked your neck leaving behind red marks in very visible spots. You had to act quick, he didn't even know that you were a virgin. You knew that this wouldn't be a pleasant experience, he was too fierce and worked up to be gentle.

"Massimo, please stop. You have to stop." You begged breathless by his hungry kisses.

"Tell me the real reason. Tell me why you won't let me have you. I know that you desire it as much as I do. Tell me." Massimo demanded.

Should you answer him? Probably, it was time he knows the truth anyway. Maybe he'll stop being so impatient and shameless.

"I've... I've never...done something like this before..." You admitted with your cheeks turning beetroot red.

It was obvious that he was shocked, definitely expecting another reason to your hesitance. His surprised expression turned into a smirk, "Aw, are you still a virgin? Poor baby, doesn't know what she's missing..." He bit his lip.

"Ugh, stop it already." You said in embarrassment turning your body away from him.

Massimo pinned you back to your previous position, "You might think that I'll quit wanting you, but I never step back from such a challenge... And to know that I'll be the first and only to claim you...fuck...you can't imagine how hard I am for you baby girl. Don't worry I'll teach you everything, I'll as gentle as I can, promise."

Despite your fear, you always wanted to do it, you were just too scared.

He started kissing you again this time a little more softly, his trail of pecks reached downwards again, to your line of breasts stopping altogether to take your skirt off you.

You lay still, squeezing your legs together, debating with yourself if you wanted to continue or not.

“Massimo, I'm not sure—” you started.

“I'll make you feel so good. Don’t be afraid, baby girl,” he said, pushing his hand between your legs. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

You squeezed your legs together even harder, whining softly with fear. “Shush,” he whispered. “I will part your legs now and start with just one finger. Relax.”

You knew he’d do as he was saying whether you wanted it or not. So you attempted to relaxed. “Good, just like that. Now spread those legs wide for me.”

You shyly did as you were told only that you slightly unsqueezed them

“You’ll be a good girl and do what I say now. I don’t want to hurt you.” Delicately, he started to kiss you on the lips while his hand slid down. With his other hand, he held your head, deepening the kiss. You yielded, and an instant later, your tongues were dancing, quicker and quicker. It was the first time you've allow this to happen.

“So good for me,” he breathed into your ear as his hand reached the fabric of your panties. “I love how obedient your are. Now, be still and don’t move.”

Massimo’s fingers slipped into the most intimate spot of your body which no one else have touched before. Slowly, with his lips right next to your ear, he explored further inside of your thighs, gently stroking them with two fingers, teasing you.

He rubbed your clit and you let out a breathless moan, he stroked up and down collecting and producing more arousal making a slippery little mess. Finally Massimo slid inside your unused pussy. It hurt a tiny bit, you hissed at the new sensation and squirmed relentlessly.

“So fucking tight. Don’t move and be silent. Do you understand?”

You nodded whimpering. His finger sank deeper, until it was all the way in. You clenched your teeth, trying to remain silent, while he started to move, subtly and sensually, inside you. His middle finger slid in and out, while his thumb softly fondled your clit. Your eyes closed and felt his weight subsiding and then shifting downward. You stopped breathing. His finger didn’t stop.

Massimo reached his destination. Suddenly, he slipped his finger out, making you wince. But then you felt his breath through your panties and your heart beat faster and harder.

“I’ve dreamed about it since I first saw you. I want you to talk to me when I start. Tell me if I’m doing it good. Direct me. I want to give you your first ecstasy,” he breathed, pulling your undergarment down your legs.

On instinct, you brought your legs together, embarrassed.

“Spread them wide for me. I want to see you.”

You appreciated his gentleness, the fact that he wanted you to feel more comfortable during your first intercourse. You slowly did as he told you and heard him inhaling deeply. He spread your legs wider, piercing you with his gaze, sinking deeper into you most intimate, secretive places.

“Touch me,” you moaned, unable to keep quiet anymore. “Please...”

Hearing that, he started steadily rubbing your clit, leaned down and sank his tongue in your wet cunt, his movements dynamic. You grabbed his hair pulling roughly, head rolled back at the new euphoric feeling. With the fingers of one hand he spread the lips of your pussy, wanting to reach that most sensitive spot.

“I want you to come, and I want to torture you with more orgasms until you beg me to stop. I want you to look at me. I want to see your face as you come, again and again.”

“Open your eyes Y/N” he demanded his mouth and fingers stopped.

Between your legs, Massimo was at the same time sexy and terrifying. He swooped in again, his lips caressing my clit, and two of his fingers impaled you. You closed your eyes, feeling pressure on your lower stomach.

“Massimo,” you whimpered.

His fingers kept stroking expertly, while his tongue never stopped.

“Kurwa mać!” You shouted in you native tongue as you came for the first time in your life. The orgasm was long and strong, overwhelming. Your body was taut like a string, trapped by what Massimo was doing. When you felt the orgasm subside, he rushed at your exhausted, tender, and sensitive clit again, almost painfully. You clenched your teeth until they grated, squirming—impaled by his two fingers.

“Please, no more...” your voice was weak cried after the next wave of painful bliss overcame you.

The Man in Black slowly relented, let your body cool down, softly kissed and stroked all the places that were hurting now. Your hips collapsed to the mattress when he was finished. As you lay still, he slowly pushed himself up, reached for the nightstand, fishing out a box of wet wipes. Gently he wiped the spots he had been attacking with such passion just a moment ago.

“See, I kept my promise this time,” he winked, and disappeared back into the main compartment.

You kept still for a moment longer, analyzing everything, but you couldn’t believe what had just happened. You only knew two things; that you were so sore now and that surely the feeling of regret washed over you.

Fuck, you regretted that stupid decision! What had gotten into you and allowed him to do this!? A stay tear escaped however you were quick to wipe it away.

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When you returned, Massimo was sitting in his seat, biting his upper lip lost in thought.

You sat down opposite him awkwardly, having no idea how to act around him anymore.

“So... what are our plans for today?” you asked quietly.

He smiled and poured another glass of champagne handing it to you.“You’ll learn in time. I’ll do some business and you’ll get to play the mobster’s girl,” he said, boyish amusement illuminating his face.

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When you landed, a pair of black SUVs and a whole security team was already waiting for you. One of the men opened the door for you, then shut it as you made yourself comfortable in your seat. Each time you saw those cars, you thought they held a little bit of magic—the way they moved all that stuff from place to place. How did those guys and those cars manage to keep pace with Massimo?

What broke your chaotic reverie, probably fueled by all those orgasms, were the words of your oppressor, uttered into your ear.

“I can't wait to be inside you,” he whispered, and his hot breath paradoxically chilled you to the bone. “To deflower that pretty tight pussy of yours. I’d like to feel your wet cunt close around my cock.”

Your breath hitched suddenly at his filthy words. You chose not reply and instead close your eyes and try to calm down the frantic beat of my heart. It grew a bit steadier. Out of nowhere, Massimo’s warm breath vanished, and you heard him saying something to the driver. The words were unintelligible, but after a few seconds, the car veered off the road and stopped. The man stepped out, leaving you two completely alone.

“Sit in the passenger seat in the front,” Massimo said, pinning you with his cold, black stare. He didn’t look like he was about to move himself, which seemed a bit strange.

What has gotten into him all of a sudden? Honestly, you didn't know if you could ever be able to handle his roller coaster mood swings...

“Why?” you asked, disoriented.

Massimo’s face took on an expression of annoyance, and his jaw clenched. “I’ll repeat it one last time: move or I’ll move you myself.”

Again, you couldn’t help it—his tone made your hackles rise. You wanted to resist, if only to see where it took you.

“You order me around like a dog. I am no dog.” you inhaled, intending to berate him for treating you like that, but you didn’t manage to utter another word. Massimo pulled you out of the car by force and then threw you into the front seat. He pulled your hands back, behind the backrest.

“Not a dog. A bitch,” he hissed, tying your hands with some kind of strap. Before you realized what was happening, you were sitting tied to the passenger seat, and the Man in Black sat behind the steering wheel. You started to wriggle your fingers, trying to feel your way around, turns out you'll never found out wutb what he tied you with.

“You like to tie women up?” you asked as he was fiddling with some settings on the dashboard.

“It’s not a question of preference in your case.”

He pressed the ignition button and a woman’s voice from the GPS directed him as he started to drive.

“My back hurts. And my arms,” you said after a couple of minutes.

“Well, I’m hurt, too, but for an entirely different reason. Want to compare?”

You knew he was angry or frustrated. You couldn’t differentiate between those two feelings in him, but you had no idea what you had done to cause this. And even if it wasn’t your fault, he was taking it all out on you.

“Ty cholerny, uparty egoisto,” you whispered in Polish. You damned, stubborn egomaniac. “As soon as you untie me, I’ll smack you so hard you’ll have to look for your teeth on the ground,” You ranted, still in Polish.

Massimo slowed down and stopped at a traffic light, turning to you and fixing you with a furious glare. “Now repeat that in English,” he growled.

You smiled disdainfully and spewed a whole litany of profanities in Polish—all directed at him. He didn’t move, but his glare was growing more furious by the second. As soon as the light turned green, he stepped on the accelerator.

“I’ll get rid of your pain. Or at least take your mind off it,” he said, his right hand found his to the cut of your skirt. His left hand was still on the steering wheel, but the right one slipped under your panties.

You squirmed and jerked in your seat, cursing him and begging him not to do it, but it was too late. “Massimo, I’m sorry!” you cried, trying to get out of his reach. “I’m not in pain anymore! And what I said in Polish—”

“Not interested in that anymore,” he said. “But if you don’t pipe down, I’ll have to gag you. I’d like to hear the GPS if you don’t mind, so shut up.”

His hand slid deeper into your underwear, and you felt a wave of panic flooding you. At the same time, you grew completely docile and stopped resisting.

“You promised you wouldn’t do anything against my wishes and be gentle,” you whispered, leaning back.

Massimo’s fingers irritated your clitoris smearing the wetness that slowly appeared by his touch.

“I’m not doing anything against your wishes. I’m just making sure your hands aren’t in pain anymore.” His touch was growing harder, and the circular motions were sending you down the abyss of his absolute power over you, as much as tried to resist it.

You squeezed your eyes shut and reveled in the feeling he was giving you. You knew he was acting on instinct—he had to divide his attention between two things: driving and punishing you.

You squirmed in your seat, when the car suddenly stopped. You felt his hand leaving, you thanked the universe for siding with you this time, not having to satisfy him with you orgasming again.

“We’re here,” Massimo announced, killing the engine.

You stared at him from half-closed eyelids. A voice in your head was screaming, raging and cursing him. You didn’t have to say it aloud. You knew well enough what his motivation had been. He wanted you to beg him. He wanted to show you how much you desired him, despite rebelling against anything and everything he said and did.

"That's great," you replied, rubbing at your wrists. They hurt so much. “I hope whatever was hurting you has stopped,” you said.

Here it was—that big red button in his head again. The Man in Black shot out with an arm, pulling you over himself, so you sat astride him with your back to the steering wheel. He grabbed you by the waist and pressed your cunt against his hard manhood. You gasped at his bold movement, raising your hips so you didn't sit on him.

“What hurts me,” he hissed, his fury threatening to boil over, “is that I haven’t used that mouth and pussy yet.”

His hips met yours again without your permission and were undulating lazily. That movement and the pressure of his penis made you breathless.

“And you won’t for a long, long time yet,” you whispered, “In fact, I have very much regretted what we did back in the plane.” you added deathly serious.

He froze, watching you closely, looking for answers to questions yet unasked, jaw clenched.

Your silent battle was interrupted by knocking on the window. Massimo lowered the glass, revealing the not-too-surprised face of Domenico. That guy certainly looks like he’s seen everything, you thought.

He said a couple of sentences in Italian, ignoring your position, and Massimo shook his head quickly. You had no idea what they were talking about, but it was clear the Man in Black wanted to have nothing to do with what Domenico was suggesting. When they were finished, Massimo opened the door and stepped out, keeping his hold on you.

You headed toward the hotel he had parked the car next to. You were still clutching him—he didn't let you down so you had no other choice, your legs around his hips. You could feel the surprised stares of the other guests as you passed them without a word, Massimo keeping a poker face.

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Fire and Flame Pt. 5 (Massimo x Reader)

Look my guy I got inspired by the song Trust issues the weeknd remix and shameless Camilla Cabello, this might need multiple parts but I have seen you guys ask for it and I think it’s time for me to serve and for you guys to eat… also I would like to say thank you to @severewobblerlightdragon I have noticed them liking my stuff and almost always lives a comment I really appreciate it.

Part 4

The way (y/n) took over Massimos house resembled to a tiger being released from its cage, authority suited her as she strolled around with her chin high and her eyes making grown men shiver and scurry away after mumbling “yes, miss”.

Massimo observed her with his lips in a thin line and his hands curling to a fist, however he knew that any type of reaction would cost him an unbearable amount of power, her family was the only one that came to his aid, the only source of support and protection if he moved even in the slightest way that displeased (y/n) he would be left with nothing.

“A charity ball?!”

“A way to celebrate your success and show to everyone you are left unbothered and unharmed, a gracious move to invite every important person from our cycle and reconcile while standing tall despite the attempted assassinations”

“If you want to wear a fancy dress do it somewhere else, I thought we were supposed to protect this house not let everyone in”

“We accept people that have been exclusively invited by Ass, people who matter, your reputation is at stake, the great massimo has the tail between his legs and is hiding behind his stone walls”

“I am not hiding”

“It doesn’t fucking matter what you have been doing, that is what they are saying, the charity ball is happening like it or not, the invites have already been send out, but your… wife a dress and you better mingle with your guests, like a good and generous host. Got it?”

Massimo identified the assertive tone in (y/n)s and gaze that could burn his entire house down, he could also see his advisor Mario nod at him behind her back, a way to stir Massimo to not push (y/n) further.

“Fine, make your preparations. I am sure if you try hard enough the ball will be decent”

“It will be better than the fiasco Laura had caused, she danced on a pole while somebody called her a whore right?”

Massimos hand slammed on his wooden desk while his other hand instinctively his right hand reached for his gun and pointed it right at her chest. The scary part wasn’t that (y/n) was held at gun point, nor the expression of fury in Massimos handsome face, it was the devilish grin that decorated (y/n)s lips, unfazed by the situation completely.

“Amateur, if you really want to kill me, you aim at the head”

She instructed while her fingers wrapped around the gun and let it touch the skin on her forehead. Massimo was a man that was never afraid to use his weapons, still the way that she did not even blink, better yet she teased him about it left him speechless.

“Massimo put the gun down”

“No, let him, what are you waiting for? Just so you know if I die you will have a bigger problem than a dead body, but an entire empire running after you and my brother wanting your head served in a silver platter”

“You think I am scared of your stupid brother?”

“No, no you are not, you are however scared of me. Even if you plant a bullet between my eyebrows you will never, ever get rid of me”

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As always (y/n) had gotten her way and the charity ball was buzzing with people, the band she had hired played wonderful music, the staff kept the glasses of champagne full and the platters of small little delicacies going.

Massimo had his hand on Laura’s waist as they went to greet the guests, a United couple that scoffed at the missed jabs of their enemies, at least that’s what they portrayed.

The music came to a halt as a slight sound of the champagne glass summoned every guests attention. As Massimo looked up at the start of his stairs he was met with (y/n) smiling brightly with a glass in her hand, “she finally showed up” he thought

“Our dear guests, I apologise for interrupting any conversations but we have all night for chatter, me and my family would like to thank our dear friends Massimo and his family that were so kind to extend their hospitality to us, I would like to take this moment to raise my glass. To you and your wives success, both of them beautiful, kind and strong despite all. Cheers to the perfect couple”

Everyone clapped and took a sip, to anyone that did not know any better this was such a gracious gesture, a declare of loyalty and a announcement of the two families being allies, to Massimo this was a hit below the belt, to sarcastically smile and praise his wife after everything that has taken place.

Regardless of it all he took a slight sip as his grip to Laura tightened, he wanted to kill her, grab (y/n) by her pretty neck and snap it like a twig, his eyes followed her figure when she went down the stairs.

God was she bewitching, a sight for sore eyes in her dress, the most infuriating part about (y/n) is that he always left him in shambles, to kill her or to fuck her? That is the question

“(Y/n), I have to say that speech was very kind of you”

“What can I say I have a soft spot for love, we started off on the wrong foot Laura, that does not mean we should continue that way”

She was lying, Massimo knew that much and what was worst is that Laura was buying it, his wife believed that (y/n) was genuine and did not just plan an evil scheme to ridicule him further. (Y/n) reached for Laura’s hand to give it a slight squeeze of comfort.

“I am delighted you chose to wear the dress I send for you”

“It was the best out of all how could I not?”

“And you look good in it too, I will catch up with you two later, I must say hello to someone”

(Y/n) was over the moon, just the look on Massimos face made it all worth it, his hands were completely tied and there was nothing she could accuse her of, hell she had even mend her relationship with Laura and now all eyes were on Massimo.

(Y/n) approached the person she was interested in, the only man that made it look good while being completely out of place.

“So you must be… nacho? Right?”

“Yes, and you are miss (y/l/n)”

“Precisely, although I must say nacho does not suit you”

“It is only a nickname”

“I can definitely think of others that would be better”

“Is that so?”

His eyebrow raised at the sneaky way of the woman that weasels her way in his reader, he had seen her walk around the garden, a striking presence could not be missed by any man and she had been captured by his baby blue eyes, the man was sculpted by the Gods and she just so happened to be in need of a hobby. (Y/n) bit her lip as she swiftly nodded at him, the look of a helpless innocent doe that she held worked its magic on him as his pearly whites appeared at a grin.

“I’ve heard wonderful things about your work, people say you are… good with your hands”

“Such flattering words miss (y/l/n)”

“Would you like to show me your… works?”

“Whatever miss (y/l/n) wants she gets right?”

“Lead the way then and please call me (y/n)”

Her voice barely above a whisper as she said her name. Nacho only left his glass on a stand before he let his hand touch her waist and escorted her out of the mansion, what the man had not noticed is that as they went in the garden and away of the eyes of strangers Massimo had silently followed them, curious to see what was happening, who was he? Why was (y/n) walking away with him? He could barely hear what they were saying until they reached a more secluded part and stopped, (y/n) rested her back on a wall as she held her glass of champagne.

“Have you always been interested in gardening?”

“No, I like trying new things”

“That sounds promising”

“I must admit I had my eye on you”

“I noticed”

“You are a very interesting woman”

“I know, I must say you have a lot if potential… if you are up for it”

Massimos blood boil at the sight of (y/n) so sexually flirting with a man, she had never been like that with him, why would this low life get to have her while he could not even get a bite? Nacho placed his hands at either side of (y/n)s face supporting himself on the stone wall, she looked mesmerising under the moonlight, her chest rose as she took in a deep breath.

“I have never been afraid to get my hands dirty”

“Kneel”

She command him, Nacho took the champagne glass from her hand and took a sip before he leaned to connect his lips with hers, at the slight part of her lips he was able to pass a small amount of the champagne in her mouth making the kiss even more thrilling.

He pulled away from her to do as he was told, his one hand went underneath her dress to caress her leg from her ankle and up bringing goosebumps along her spine.

“Obedience becomes you”

“And we have only just began”

Nacho had kept the glass only to take a big sip of what was left of it and throw it away, quickly he lifted her dress and allowed the liquid to ran down the part that ached the most, the cooling sensation made her hiss before pleasure took over.

Massimo stood dumbfounded as he watched from the bushes his (y/n) have such an intimate moment with someone beneath her, he could imagine how good it would feel if he sliced his throat right at her feet, or maybe he should fuck her right there and make him watch. In reality, he froze at his spot as (y/n) let a few audible moans slip past her lips, he should leave, spare himself the fury of being a bystander.

(Y/n) could feel the thrill of nachos skill take over her, not only was the man between her legs skilled, she was also aware of who it was that had followed them, just the image of Massimo being helpless and view her become undone with another was enough to send her over the edge. To have a gorgeous man please you while risking exposure also while getting on your first loves nerves was the biggest aphrodisiac. Once she felt herself slowly shimmer down she guided her hand on nachos chin and ran her thumb over his swollen lips before planting a peck on them.

“You are so… good, now go”

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[thepaperpanda]

𝓓𝓪𝔂 7 - Mutual pleasure || Massimo Torricelli x fem!reader

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Summary: Massimo and you have a blast working on your mutual pleasure on the second date.

Warnings: smut (6️⃣9️⃣, unprotected p in v)

Word count: 1530

Author: Rouge

A/N: the prompt for today is: 69

You tossed your long Y/H/C hair over your shoulders and reapplied your red lipstick in the mirror. You looked at yourself one more time and smiled. You looked down at your iPhone.

Massimo had just texted to ask you to be a little late because he got held up in a meeting. You pulled around the block and waited several minutes, then texted him that you were outside.

You were freezing. You wore an oversized striped button down with a few buttons undone on the sides and enough buttons loose on the front to expose some cleavage. Additionally, you'd wear a black leather jacket, skinny jeans, and leather boots. To warm yourself up, you smoothed your hands over your curves. Massimo was the one you were hoping would warm you up. In spite of this, although you were pretty sure that you would have sex tonight, you weren't someone who would be that forthcoming.

Together, you went back inside his apartment.

From across the kitchen, he looked at you and you thought he was going to kiss you, but he just smiled and told you you had a good glasses game. You could feel yourself starting to get turned on as he bit his lip and complimented you, your pussy getting a little wet and your clit swelling just a little.

He looked at you across the couch after you ate the late supper and finally asked if he could kiss you. Although you were surprised he knew how to ask for something instead of demanding it, your heart exploded with desire as soon as his lips touched yours. As he moved his hands up and under your shirt, he moved you around on his lap and grabbed your cute, generous ass through your jeans.

"No bra, huh?" Massimo teased, playing with your hardened nipples.

"I wanted to give you easier access," you laughed briefly. You slowly moved your hips as you licked his neck and nibbled on his ear.

"I want to eat you out," Torricelli said, simply and matter of factly.

His directness and frankness about something you so desperately wanted amazed you. You didn't need to hear that twice. You let out a sigh and said, "Yes, please."

After taking your hand, he led you to the bedroom where he commanded you to lie on the bed, and then he unzipped your pants, pulling them over your hips and under your ass until he discarded them on the floor.

He took a moment to look at you before unbuttoning your shirt and kissing down your body, kissing your perky, round tits and teasing you with his tongue as he took your nipple in his mouth. You let out soft moans as he played with your tits, and used one finger to trace the slit between your pussy lips through your lacy panties.

"So fucking wet," he said to you as he bit his lip. "I can't wait to taste you, amore mio."

He kissed down your soft stomach and down your hips, and he spread your legs and pulled off your panties. He kneeled in front of you and started gently licking the entire length of your pussy with his whole tongue, avoiding her clit the first few times and then gently circling it with his tongue. You grasped the sheets underneath and tilted your head backward in pleasure letting out a long, loud moan.

"Fuck yes, that feels so fucking good. Jesus fucking Christ," you whispered, running the tip of your tongue along your upper lip.

He continued to gently and methodically lick and tease you. He then put two fingers inside of you and started stroking your sensitive spot while moving his fingers in and out of your soaking, throbbing pussy. You were ready to come, and couldn't hold it in any longer. He pumped his fingers in and out of you while he licked your clit with a rhythm that made you come, harder than you had in a long time. You thought Massimo would be done, but he waited until your first orgasm subsided. Torricelli continued to gently touch your G-spot as his fingers moved in and out of you. He licked around your inner lips until you were less sensitive and he moved back up to your clit. You came again, this time within seconds of his tongue touching your clit again.

You pulled him up and kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips; it was a delicious sensation. "You are really skilled, Massimo," you purred. You quickly undid his shirt and pants, and he helped you remove both his pants and boxers in one go. You looked at him, straddled him, and kissed him passionately. As your tongue explored his mouth, you could still taste your pussy. As you kissed him down his neck and chest, you played with his chest hair, and you licked each of his nipples. After reaching down, you gently stroked his cock as you made your way between his legs and knelt between them. 

You made sure to catch his eye, and before you could take him in your mouth, he said, "You know, I jerked off a few times earlier today thinking about this."

You licked your lips, smiling at him mischievously.

He looked you in the eye and whispered, "You're so fucking hot, Y/N."

You licked around the head and then took his whole cock in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, choking on him, as you moved your mouth up and down as he got harder and harder. You started playing with his balls with your spare hand at his request, gently caressing them and then licking down his cock and taking them in your mouth.

Massimo moaned deeply.

You took him in your mouth again, licking your way up and down his cock before deep throating him again.

He pulled you up to him and said, "I want you to ride my cock."

You straddled him quickly and used your hand to guide him inside you. You both moaned as he entered your wet pussy. You rode his cock, Massimo played with your tits, you used one hand to play with his balls and moaned as they moved your hips together, making sure he got as deep inside you as possible.

You looked at him and claimed, "You know, I wanted you to watch me touch myself..."

As you rode his cock, you circled your clit with your index and middle fingers and told him how good it felt to have him inside you. In a matter of minutes, you would reach another climax and your pussy would constrict around his cock. As you breathed in, you uttered, "Oh my god, that feels so fucking good."

As soon as Massimo pulled away from you, he laid down on his side and told you he wanted to try the sixty-nine.

You couldn't pass up another opportunity to let him lick your pussy; you were already dreaming about his soft tongue exploring your soft folds. Straddling his face slowly, you leaned down and took his cock in your mouth again. At first, your tongue swirled around his tip before you took his entire length into your mouth, resting his tip against the back of your throat, gagging a bit, and feeling tears form in the corners of your eyes as you did.

Your folds were slowly dragged up and down by Massimo's tongue. With one of his strong hands, he spread your pussy lips to gain better access. He then stuck his tongue into your pussy, trying to lick your inner walls that were already so slick from your previous orgasm that his cock twitched as he tasted you.

You moaned loudly around his cock, sending vibes through his member.

As Massimo flicked his tongue up and down your clit again, he nestled his free hand onto the crown of your head, pushing you closer to his groin. Eventually, he stopped eating you out and spat on your exposed clit, eliciting a loud whimper from you. "Does it feel good, huh?" Torricelli asked, his voice husky.

You whimpered after pulling his cock out of your mouth with a loud pop. "Yes, oh God, yes!"

Massimo chuckled and started eating your pussy again; his middle and index fingers soon joined his tongue, stretching your pussy out nicely.

"Fuck!" You muttered loudly and returned to sucking on his throbbing cock.

You licked and sucked each other until you both came.

When he spurted his thick cum into your mouth, you swallowed it all like a good girl.

As your pussy clung around his fingers, Massimo swallowed all of your juices that poured out of your cunt and cleaned you up with his tongue.

After getting off him, you were tucked in his strong arms, as his hands ran up and down your back, teasing your spine and sending chills all over your naked, hot body.

"Amore mio, è stato perfetto," a loving whisper brushed against your ear before Massimo bit on your earlobe gently.

You sighed and rubbed his forearms, smiling widely to yourself. Another smutty intercourse was already on your agenda.

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[lonelygurl888]

Always and Forever                        

“Domenico, can you get the jet ready in an hour? We have some business in Palermo to take care of.”

“Yeah I can get it done, oh also (y/n) was looking for you. Said to see her in the room.”

Massimo gets up and heads to the bedroom, he knows she’s gonna be upset that he has to leave. Its the day before their anniversary and (y/n) had some things planned. They’ll be making three years together and just know it has been a LONG THREE YEARS but Massimo wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“Babe, where are you?”

“In the closest.” 

Massimo walks in and embraces her. 

“I missed you, I woke up and you were gone.”

“I know I had a meeting to attend, and I also have another one…tonight… in Palermo.”

“Don Massimo Torricelli are you fucking kidding? Its the night before our anniversary, we have a tradition.”

“I know sweetheart but I have to go, you know how it is.

(y/n) family is also part of the Mafia, her father is a ally to the Torricelli family. Massimo’s dad- god rest his soul-  and her dad were very good friends. (y/n) spent vacations staying at the Torricelli home and vice versa, they both had a strong connection since they were kids but the older they got the more they were drawn to each other. 

“Why don’t you come with me? I’ll only be there for a few hours but it’ll be too late for me to come back… we could spend the weekend in Palermo and celebrate out there.”

“Idk babe, its too sudden.”

“Come on, you know you want to.” 

Massimo said that in the sexiest tone, (y/n) felt a flutter in her stomach. She knew he wasn’t asking, it was an order. Massimo always ended up getting his way when it came to with (y/n).

“Ok, I’ll go.” 

“Atta girl, pack a bag we leave in an hour.” 

He give (y/n) a passionate kiss then immediately pulled away, leaving her yearning for more. (y/n) had some things planned for their anniversary, but now she had to improvise. So she began to pack, pondering what she’s gonna do. 

Two hours later and they’ve arrived in Palermo. Massimo had to go to his meeting but he made sure to drop (y/n) off at the house first. She began to unpack and get the room ready for Massimo’s return. Her thoughts drifted back to their conversation on the airplane.

“Three years… to think we would end up together.” 

“I know. You know I remember you coming around a lot and I just had this feeling from a very young age that we were meant to be.Even my dad told me once that he believed we would end up together.”

“Yeah who knew you could be so romantic.”

Massimo laughed at her, pulled her in closer. Breathing her scent in. She smelt like fresh citrus with notes of lime, sea salt and coconut wood. (y/n) loved that Massimo was comfortable with her, he is a scary man. He has a short temper, very controlling, a little egotistical, and he rules with an iron fist. However with (y/n) he is the complete opposite, he is loving, tender, protects and respects (y/n) and her family, and lastly he is an amazing lover. That handsome tan man and his cock that was built by the devil himself drove (y/n) wild but she wouldn’t want it any other way. 

“You know Massimo I’m grateful that you’ve let me in, I know its hard for you but I just wanna say thank you and I love you for it.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way. After my dad passed I was in a bad state and you helped me.” 

Massimo flips her over and gives her another passionate kiss only making (y/n) wetter then ever. 

“I can’t wait for tonight, you are driving me mad right now.”

“So I guess my plan is working, operation sex deprive my wife is working.”

(y/n) snapped out of her thoughts and continued to prepare the room. An hour later she was dressed in her new pink lingerie waiting for Massimo to return… She heard a car pull up... It’s showtime.

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[madiisixx]

Update to my Page:

Hi everyone! I am officially going to be starting to write on here and take requests for some characters that you would like me to write for. I just redid my whole page so please let me know if any of the Links don't work in my navigation post :) I still can’t figure out how to post my navigation post on as an actual post so you have to open tumblr up on your computer for you to see them :)

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[basiclibra]

• "Don't make me have to tell you again" •

warnings - smut , cursing , 18+.

this is quick and not edited.

please tell me if i got any mistakes - thank you!

GASPING you gripped the thick sheets in you're hands once you felt the familiar feeling of massimo length thrust inside you. The blissful pleasure taking over you're body caused you to shove you're face into the pillow and bite you're lip letting out small whimpers as he let you adjust his size.

"Fuck." You heard him whisper followed by an quick breath he sucked in. Grabbing you're arms he forced you're arms behind you're back before thrusting into you roughly causing you're body to jerk with his movements. Letting out an squeal you curled you're toes letting out long and soft moans.

"It feel-god yes don't stop." You're body jerked forward once you felt him hit that familiar feeling deep inside of you.

He roughly placed you're arms down and grabbed you're ass cheeks spreading them apart slowing his movements down as he looked down at the way you creamed his dick. His mouth forming open as you're moans filled the room he spat between you're ass cheeks spreading it around before he began his rough movements again.

Looking behind you , you watched as his face twisted in pleasure. His mouth held open as he looked at where you guys were connected. It was like you guys were the couple everyone wanted in the day time and when it become night you both didn't give an shit in the world. It was like sex was the only thing on both of you're minds at night.

Although you both were deeply in love with one another you guys just weren't that innocent couple everyone expected you guys to be. Massimo was well known , everyone knew him. You became known once you dated him , people will say this and that about you using him but you both honestly didn't give any fucks about them.

Tugging you're hair back he placed his hand flat on you're back causing you to arch you're body more into the bed only for him to become deeper into you. Moaning you felt tears blur you're vision as massimo focused you're gaze on him. His face now hovering over yours before leaning down slightly taking you're bottom lip between his teeth only for you're guys to meet into an soft long kiss.

Slipping you're tongue into his mouth , his brought his hand down to you're throat giving you an squeeze only if you to bring you're hand up and wrap it around his wrist as your body thrusted forward with his harsh thrusts.

"Move you're hand." He muttered in you're ear before bringing you're earlobe between his teeth. Rolling you're eyes slightly at his words you only gripped you're hand tighter on his wrist as his grip tightened.

"N-." Before you could finish he landed an slap on you're cheek before gripping you're jaw bringing you're face back so you could now see the side of his body due to the angel he forced you're face.

"Don't make me have to tell you again" He spoke before shoving you're face into the soft silky duvet covers letting out an pornography moan. Bringing you're hand up to cover you're mouth it suddenly got tugged back , massimo sat up straighter as he continued to snap you're ass against his hips.

Tugging both of you're arms behind you he let his head fall back as so much pleasure filled his body. No matter how many times you guys had sex you were always gonna make him feel this good.

no matter what.

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[deanthomaswhore]

Them: baby, my love, sweetheart, babe, darling, lovely

Me: are you okay?

Them: pet, poppet, kitten, puppy, bunny, flower, petal, puppet

Me: my legs have parted like the red sea

Also me: *calls everybody love, lovie, darling, sweet pea, sweetheart, baby, sunshine, and babe

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[cosmiclunarprincess-fanfic]

Imagine

Massimo lets you shop on your own for the first time. You buy a dress and when he asks to see it you say no. He gets upset and refuses to talk to you until you show him. On Valentine’s night you walk into his study wearing a long red dress that hugs your body perfectly. A slit on the side of it coming up to your hip almost. He doesn’t look up at you until you say his name. This is his reaction...

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[thebadboyfanclub]

Fire and Flame Pt. 4 (Massimo x Reader)

I'm so glad you guys liked the last part so much, please let me know what you think about this one, it really helps me when I see the comments. Enjoy!

Part 3 Part 2 Part 1 Part 5

The summer breeze caressed (y/n)s bare arms and kissed her cheeks that were flushed due to the wine she had consumed. She looked at the garden smiling like only a drunk person could and raised her one leg so she could half sit at the marble of the balcony. Her feet were aching from the heels and she was kind of wobbly so she needed support. As she raised the glass of rose wine on her lips to take one more sip she felt a pair of eyes on her.

"Couldn't resist?"

"Didn't want to"

Massimo responded as he approached her. He didn't make his presence known from the beginning cause one thing he loved was to observe her, she looked like a picture out of a fairytale, her beautiful pastel pink dress combined with her hair down caressing the exposed skin on her as she was bathed in moonlight perfected the image of a princess.

She smiled at him, her eyes squinting together in that cute smile he loved but so rarely saw, he liked seeing her like this, happy, carefree. He took a seat on the balcony as well right in front of her.

"You're drunk"

"I've had more than I should but I'm not drunk"

Massimo nodded. She was slurring and her nose was red however he chose not to fight it, it was rare for her to look so…. Comfortable. He took her hand in his and just looked at her delicate fingers, her hand was so small compared to his, her touch was soft, warm, so different from his strong hold.

"Are you having fun piccolina?"

"I'm not small, I had to alter this dress in order to fit into it"

"I'm glad you are finally gaining some weight, I actually came out here cause I thought the wind was going to blow you off like a feather"

She giggled at his comment lightly. As she hummed to herself (y/n) leaned in and scouted closer to him so he could wrap her in his arms which Massimo immediately did. Her perfume engulfed him immediately, that sweet scent of jasmine and vanilla mixed with orange was causing him to think that this is what heaven smells like.

"How's your new girlfriend?"

"She's drunk and hugging me in the balcony"

"Smart but won't fool me"

(Y/n) and Massimo were complicated to say the least. Since they met they had each other at an iron grip but they were always playing with fire, they never let themselves fully burn.

"Piccolina they are girlfriends, you will be my wife"

"I hate when you say that"

She mumbled in annoyance before she pulled away from him and fully got up, tossing her hair on one side. Massimo looked at her puzzled, she was irritated at his comment but he was just being honest with her. Their situation wasn't the easiest, if something was ever to happen between them it had to be the end deal for both of them or else there would be a vendetta and that's the last thing on Massimo's mind

"Why are you playing games with me? Is this a way for our families to stay friends?"

"You insult me just by thinking like that, is that how low you think of me?"

"I- I don't know what I think of you Massimo"

She tried to walk away from him but Massimo grabbed her wrist, preventing her from exiting and leaving him alone. (Y/n) met his gaze as her eyebrows scrunched together.

"Don't leave me, I don't want us to fight"

(Y/n) sighed before opening her arms and wrapped them around his waist so she could get lost in his arms. Massimo kissed the top of her head and she raised her head, resting her chin on his chest.

"You know that if this happens it will be like releasing two tigers from their cage"

"The fire with the flame"

"What if you leave me broken?"

She questioned him, her voice barely above a whisper as she stared at him with doe eyes, her lips barely open. He wanted to kiss her, rip that dashing dress off her and take her right on this balcony for everyone to see, for everyone to know she is his.

He resisted his animalistic urge and just left a small kiss at the nape of her neck, his lips tracing all the way up to her earlobe, making her heart flutter and her breath to get shallow.

"Then I give you permission to ruin my life"

"Please Massimo don't make this harder than it already is"

She warned him, her hand going up to his chin to pull him away so she could look him in the eye. Her hues were darker than before due to the lust that had taken over her, Massimo's fingers found her cheek and with his thumb he started to draw circles on her hot flesh as they stared at one another

"I feel like I'm burning"

"It's your flame responding to my fire… amore"

-

That was the last time they spoke. That was his last words before they heard someone come in and pulled away from one another and (y/n) ran away to go look for her dad.

That night played in her head for a long time before she managed to bury it deep inside her memories. After his rude intrusion to her bedroom that memory was brought to the fighting front of her brain, she slept for only a few hours since all her dreams were about him.

When everyone started to wake up and come down for breakfast they were met by (y/n) sitting down at the table of Massimo's garden with coffee in her hand.

"Good morning"

"Good morning gioia, I didn't except for you to be up so early"

Mario said as he went to leave a kiss at the top of her head. He always felt like she was the daughter he never had, seeing her flourish made him puff his chest with pride, her father was a fair, smart man and she filled his shoes with such force.

(Y/n) smiled at him before she fixed her big sunglasses as Mario sat next to her.

"I wanted to check something about our new employees, specifically the gardener"

"What about him?"

"Nothing in particular, I just didn't expect to have someone from Spain"

"(Y/n) don't lie to me"

"He's cute ok? Is that so bad?"

Mario laughed at (y/n)s little secret, earning a little smack at his upper arm from her.

"I'm sorry gioia, nothing is wrong, you are young and you work a lot. It's just so… stereotypical, the rich girl and the gardener"

"I must agree, I expected better from you"

Massimo said coldly. He had lingered in the back in order to listen to their honest conversation and when he realized what it was about he was furious, he had no right to be but that didn't stop him. (Y/n)s facial expression changed to match his and turned her head away from him and back to Mario

"You know what nonnino maybe Massimo's right, it would be better if I kidnapped a tourist and made him love me, genius"

She responded sarcastically with a smirk. Mario held back his laugh but didn't successfully hide his smile, Massimo looked at him and the older man went back to his poker face. Massimo just sat down on the opposite side of the table and served himself some water.

(y/n) on the other hand was boiling with rage, she couldn't get over the fact that he just barged in her room in order to swoon her and now he thought he had a say in her love life. The icing on the cake was his wedding ring shining under the hot Sicilian sun. She bit the inside of her cheek and decided she had had enough, she shot up from her chair and walked away without a word. He was so full of arrogance that it made her want to strangle him

Once she got inside the house her eyes went to the table that was sitting at the entrance. Last time there was not a vase with chrysanthemums on it. She kept looking at it, trying to remember if there was even a vase on it before, at that cue a girl walked in the room holding another case with once again… chrysanthemums on it.

"Excuse me, where are you taking those?"

"To your room miss"

"Why?"

"I-i umm the boss told me to, should I not?"

The girl asked timidly. She was scared, you could tell about the immediate hunch on her back and her stumbling over her words, it was at that point that (y/n)s tone might have been a bit aggressive.

"No no I was just checking, hey one last thing, you mean Massimo right?"

"Yes"

"Just making sure. Run along then"

The girl rushed away leaving (y/n) with mixed feelings. This man was unbelievable, chrysanthemums were (y/n)s birth month flower, she remember telling him that she also felt like they were so misunderstood because in many countries they symbolized death.

She shook her head and started to walk up the stairs when she heard someone dry coughing behind her, she looked back and saw Massimo standing where she stood with his hands behind her back. She hesitated at first, thinking about what was the correct way to respond so she decided to just roll her eyes at him and turn back around and on to her room

"You are welcome piccolina"

Buy me a coffee

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[katthekittycatkiller]

being single is a social construct

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[buckyownsmylife]

Can’t seem to make you mine - Massimo Torricelli smut

The one where someone makes the mistake of hitting on you in front of Massimo.

Warnings: smut, semi-public sex, dirty talk, curse words.

A/N: This is... not my best work. Sorry. I was so excited to write about Don Massimo, mostly because everytime I read/watch something that I feel like it’s poorly written, I have the urge to correct it in someway or another. But alas, I’m tired, unmotivated and in a lot of pain. So I’m trying to keep this up as best as I can. Day 8 of kinktober, the prompts were possessiveness and knowing someone can hear you.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I knew things would go south the second I felt Lucca’s eyes on me for the first time. We’d barely stepped inside the house where the dinner was being held, and I shivered despite the comfortable temperature of the environment.

It wasn’t the exciting kind of shiver, either, the one Massimo could elicit in me without trying. It was the one that appeared when we were certain that something bad was going to happen, like a premonition in itself, trying to warn us away from whatever course of action we’d decided for the evening.

Except this particular evening wasn’t in my hands. I hadn’t been the one to plan it and had only come after a lot of insistence on Massimo’s part, after he whined about having to spend the night away from me because of some stupid business dinner and that if I didn’t go, he might as well give up the whole ordeal and skip on the meeting himself.

I knew he was playing dirty, but at the same time, I loved the idea that he just needed me that much. So I put on a simple red dress and accompanied him into the house of one of his oldest associates, ready to be bored out of my mind as the men discussed numbers or murders behind closed doors while the women and other guests mingled and drank the night away. 

The problem was that I didn’t have any friends amongst the other people invited, having long ago been ostracized by the trophy wives and sugar babies when they realized I actually had a job and didn’t depend on Massimo for a living. So all I had to keep me company was the bartender hired for the evening and whatever amount of whiskey I could drink before Massimo decided to leave.

“Not the kind of drink I expected to see a woman like you enjoying.” Fourteen words and I already felt like puking. I didn’t bother to turn to look at him as I rolled my eyes to the polite man behind the counter, who simply gave me a sympathetic smile.

“Oh, well. The more you know,” was all I said, keeping my voice distant and detached as I twirled the liquid in my hands and prayed to the heavens the blond man by my side decided to give up before Massimo noticed him standing too close.

“Yes, well… I would very much like to know more of you.” Fuck. I really was gonna have to be upfront about it.

Sighing, I finally turned to stare at the man I’d been briefly introduced to after arriving.

“And I’m sorry to report that the interest isn’t reciprocated, but I’m here with Massimo and for Massimo, so if you can just leave me be, I’d greatly appreciate that.” Lucca blinked a few times, his pretty little smile almost falling from his face, like he didn’t actually expect to be dismissed.

There was something off about the whole situation. I could understand hitting on a girl without knowing she had a date, maybe when she had one, if you thought you could take on the guy, but he’d seen me with Massimo. Did he not know who my boyfriend was? Was he somehow unafraid of Don Torricelli? 

Both ideas sounded ludicrous, and it only made my skin crawl with mistrust. Just what was this guy’s endgame? Despite the momentary break in his mask, he quickly returned to his wanna-be charming self, his predatory smile still directed at me.

“Well, he’s not here now, is he? I’m sure he wouldn’t even notice if you followed me upstairs and…” I didn’t even realize what I was doing until it was done and Lucca was staring back at me with his mouth hanging open, the whiskey that was once in the glass in my hands now dripping from his expensive suit.

The chatter all around the room had stopped, too, everyone’s eyes on us as I tried very hard to control my own breathing. The nerve of this man, thinking I would EVER consider cheating on Massimo, much less with someone as sleazy as him!

“Principessa?” I heard my boyfriend’s voice approaching, but I was still trembling from the anger running in my veins. “What is going on, my love?” Massimo’s hands engulfed me, wrapping themselves around my body before pulling my back to meet his chest, and for the first time since he had left me to talk to his partners, I felt myself becoming calmer. 

“This man thought he could seduce me,” I explained coldly, my eyes still connected to Lucca’s as he wiped the drink from his face with a handkerchief the bartender had produced from behind the counter. I was expecting to see fear appear in his face, or at least for him to lose some of the vivacity that was still behind his eyes, but when no change appeared other then the loss of his smile, since his lips were now pressed together in a tight line, I was left even more confused.

“Is that so?” Massimo asked, clicking his tongue from behind me, his fingers possessively holding onto my hips. I could hear that at least he was amused by the situation, from the tone of his voice, but I had no idea why. “Will you look at that? I’m sorry to disappoint you, Lucca, I’m sure you’ll find someone else to fuck away your resentment towards me later tonight. For now, excuse me and my girlfriend, I wanna make sure that she’s okay.”

My boyfriend’s reaction was so unexpected to me that he practically had to drag me away from the living room where all eyes were still on us, taking me to one of the hallways where I assumed the bathrooms were located.

“Massimo!” I whisper-shouted, absolutely frazzled by his and everyone else’s behavior that evening. “What the hell is going on?” But Massimo didn’t seem in the least worried about my own confusion, his eyes drinking me in against the maroon walls of the hallways with even more desire than earlier in the evening, when I had to force him to leave our bedroom so we could make it on time for this dinner. “Massimo!” I tried again, finally breaking him from his trance as he blinked twice before connecting his eyes with mine, licking his lips.

“What was it, baby girl? You really look delectable tonight, have I told you that before?” He answered, leaning over me until I was trapped between his body and the wall, my irritation suddenly disappearing to give place to the instinctive desire that filled my body everytime Massimo came near me. Especially when he was nuzzling on my neck like he was doing right at that moment.

“Yes, you have. Massimo, what’s going on?” I asked, suddenly startled by the realization that he was working on opening his belt. “What are you doing? Massimo, we can’t do this here!” I admonished him, but he already had a grip over himself, his other hand swiftly looking for my panties before pushing it away and plunging a thick finger inside of me, checking my wetness.

“Oh, we can and we will. You know why, principessa?” He picked me up like I weighed nothing, and I wrapped my legs around him instinctively, my head falling back against the wall as one of his hands rubbed the thick head of his cock against my clit. “Because you are mine.”

Feeling Massimo stretch out my walls was something that took the breath away from me every single time he first pushed in, it didn’t matter how many times I had him inside of me. He was always too fucking large, his cock too fat for my pussy - especially when he didn’t gave me the proper preparation, like now. 

“And you’ll let me do whatever I want with this perfect body, won’t you? Especially after one of my biggest enemies had the nerve to try to hit on you.” Gasping, I held onto Massimo’s nape as I tried my best to contain my moans by biting my lower lip. “None of that, baby girl, I want you to scream my name. Show him you’re mine and only mine. C’mon, cum for me. Scream my name. Let them all know you belong to me. That I own this fucking pussy.”

The sounds of my wetness and his body meeting mine were certainly being heard throughout the room by now, how much worse could it be if I simply relented and fulfilled my very possessive and incredibly insecure boyfriend’s wishes? I’d never truly know, because then Massimo’s thumb met my clit and I was instantly out of control of my own body, screaming his name as my cunt milked his cum inside of me.

“I don’t know how to get back there,” I admitted, embarrassed just by the thought of walking out into the very fancy dinner after they had all but witnessed me getting railed by the smug Don that looked unfairly sexy after our franctic lovemaking. 

“With your head high, knowing you’re the only one who can make me lose my mind like that, and my cum dripping down your legs. Now let’s go, bella.”

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[chasing-classics]

Tag, You’re It- Massimo x Reader (Part Ten)

Pairing(s): Massimo Torricelli x Reader

 Warning(s): Smut, language, mentions of trauma and violence. Potentially triggering themes.

 A/N: I’m back, baby.

 PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR PART FIVE PART SIX PART SEVEN PART EIGHT PART NINE EPILOGUE

 ‘’Mrs. Amarro.’’

You could smell the salty musk of the ocean from below. The light breeze kissing your cheek bones the same way your eyelashes did as you permitted them to rest upon your face. Out of all of abrupt changes that had been forced upon you, you were grateful that the calm essence of the sea had remained a constant in your life. Your anchor, your safety net, your-

‘’Mrs. Amarro.’’

The tide drew you in, captivated you. The sound of the waves carrying you further from the cruel orbit of the world into the loving embrace of salty arms. Carrying you back to an old friend, long forgotten, but still familiar all the same; carrying you back to your innocence.

‘’Alessia.’’

You sharply exhaled, turning your attention back to your therapist. You had become very familiar with Dr. Jeevika Singh the past year and a half. Her graying hair hidden in a tight bun contradicted her youthful face. Even with her lips set in a firm line, her eyes often displayed her empathetic nature when meeting with you. Just as they did now. She was one of the most renowned therapists in the area, and she was one tough cookie. She also knew how to reel in your attention, such as purposefully calling you ‘’Mrs.’’

‘’Miss Amarro is fine, doctor. We’re not married,’’ you offered a small, lopsided smile before turning your attention to the ocean’s horizon outside of her office windows. You didn’t need to be facing her to know she gave a disapproving shake of her head before setting down her notebook, taking her glasses off from the bridge of her nose before gently placing them on the oak coffee table between you two.

‘’You’ve been seeing me for quite some time, Alessia. And we both know we haven’t even scratched the surface of all the trauma you’ve endured.’’

 You offered an airy chuckle, absent mindedly playing with your fingers as you did so often when confronted with hard facts. Deflecting, you believed Jeevika had pointed out, was a common occurrence during your bi-weekly meetings.

 ‘’My trauma? I told you everything. My childhood, my real parents, meeting Massimo.  I don’t know what more you could want from me,’’ your e/c gaze met her honey-colored orbs.

 ‘’What I want from you is to allow me to do my job, to help you open up emotionally. How about what you really feel? How are things with Massimo?’’ her tone softened. You sighed, tapping your fingers against your jean-cladded thighs.

 ‘’We’re fine, great even. He’s been very understanding. Honestly, I was worried I would resent him. I felt as though I should hate him, for everything. I even hated myself for not being angrier at him. For not screaming at him. But I never had. It’s like. . .it’s like. . .I don’t know,’’ you trailed off.

 ‘’And you read the articles I recommended to you, yes? On Stockholm syndrome?’’

 You nodded, biting at your bottom lip momentarily before turning your head back at the waves meeting the ivory shores.

 ‘’I was sure it was that, at least at first.’’

 ‘’What changed?’’

 ‘’Everything.’’

  The incident at the mansion had taken place nearly three months ago. Both Massimo and you had worried about how the fire and general stress would effect the baby, Massimo had the best doctors from around the world checking up on you, taking your vitals, and you had grown used to the dreadfully cold gel they slathered over your growing bump. It wasn’t until you personally told him that you were both fine that he backed off a bit. You let out an easy sigh through your nose, smiling to yourself as you laid against the cool sheets of your shared bedroom. Spring was fluttering into summer and a gentle breeze carried the smell of the orange blossoms into the room. Your hands gently pressed and traveled over your growing bump, which by now was more noticeable and your baby was apparently the size of a nectarine. 32 weeks, and your baby proved to be perfectly fine and almost unbothered with all the turmoil that surrounded his or her parents.

 ‘’I love you so much,’’ you spoke gently, as if any loud noise would startle the life growing inside you.

 ‘’And your daddy, he loves you so, so much,’’ you continued, smiling at the thought of him.

 Your smile faltered only slightly, your subconscious drifting back to your own parents. Both of them. The ones stolen from you and the ones forced upon you. An uneasy, uneven sigh escaped your lips.

 ‘’My parents. . .they loved me too. I didn’t know them, not really, but they loved me enough to fight for me. I missed out on knowing them. My dad, he. . .we. . .there wasn’t enough time,’’ you choked on your words, hands pausing on your stomach.

 ‘’There just wasn’t enough time. . . and my wish for you is for you to know how loved you are. I promise to love you, and to love your daddy until the day I die. Because. . .the love a parent, a mother, has for her child. Well, I’d do anything for you. No matter how much we might argue or disagree, whatever you choose or wherever you go in life. . .I will love you until the day that I die. Both you and your daddy,’’ you whimpered, smiling down at your growing bump and letting the warm tears roll down your cheeks.

 You jumped when you felt a warm hand wipe away your tears, sighing in relief when Massimo’s warm smile lit up the already sun-kissed room. You held your arms up to him and he laid down beside you, ever careful around your stomach and rested his forehead against yours.

 ‘’I love you so much,’’ you whispered, leaning into his touch and the butterfly kisses he covered your cheeks in.

 ‘’Mia bella principessa,’’ he responded, his lips turned up into a charming smile.

 His massive hand rested carefully but firmly against the flesh of your abdomen, jumping in surprise when he felt a powerful and distinctive kick. He laughed, looking up at you as you grinned back at him. ‘’He’s always playful whenever daddy is near,’’ you beamed, completely in love with the way Massimo’s eyes lit up as he looked down.

 ‘’You seem pretty confident that we’re having a boy,’’ he teased. The right side of his mouth turned up into a smirk that was nothing short of sinful. You nudged him with your knee.

 ‘’I’m always right,’’ you quirked your brow in defiance. Massimo chuckled, bringing you down to his lips with a gentle hold of the back of your head. ‘’I know now better than to underestimate you,’’ he whispered between kisses. You nodded your head at him. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, his head resting against your growing bump as he traced invisible patterns along your exposed skin.

 ‘’Any ideas on a name?’’ you broke the silence, fingers threading through his dark locks. You felt him stiffen before hearing him sigh, your own brows furrowing in question as he sat up to face you.

 ‘’I’ve been thinking. . .’’ he trailed off. You squeezed his hand gently, prodding him to continue.

 He hesitated for only but a moment before meeting your eyes. ‘’I feel almost ridiculous deciding our child’s name when I don’t even know what name to call you now.’’

 Every muscle in your body tensed, even the breath in your lungs seemed to erase itself from existence. Against your wishes, against every fiber of your being and every molecule in your essence, flashes of the flaming estate and your ‘’father’s’’ charred corpse flashed through your mind’s eye. Coupled with phantom memories of your faux mother, Mario’s smile and comforting baritone voice, a distorted/murky vision of a woman you had met but was ripped apart from. All of these images, burned into your subconscious and rotating on some sadistic merry-go-round.

 ‘’It doesn’t matter-‘’

 ‘’Of course it matters,’’ Massimo cut you off, much to your shock and annoyance.

 ‘’Massimo,’’ you warned, readying yourself for the imminent fight.

 ‘’We need to acknowledge what happened. We need to at least talk about it once, we can’t pretend that none of it happened. You have not cried once since that day. You don’t mention it at all and when you wake up screaming in the middle of the night you brush it off like it’s nothing.’’

 ‘’That isn’t your place to decide, Massimo. It’s not your fucking right to tell me when to open up or to corner me into talking about my fucked up life and what happened.’’

 He clenched his jaw, running his hand down his face in an effort to keep levelheaded. You, on the other hand, sat up in your shared bed, hands in tightened fists and nostrils flared in defiance and anger. Massimo’s gaze flickered briefly to your bump, releasing a breath he didn’t even know he had been holding in.

 ‘’You’re absolutely right. It’s not my fucking place to tell you how to mourn or to corner you into opening up to me about all the shit you’ve been through,’’ your body remained tense, but your breathing began to even out as you processed his words.

 ‘’But, if there is any hope of us getting you through it and getting you to a place where you can at least acknowledge the past, you have to open up to someone about it, eventually. Even if that somebody isn’t me.’’ His hands hesitantly reached for yours, thumbs stroking your knuckles.

 ‘’I don’t know how this ends for us. I don’t expect him or her to come along and make everything right, because the truth of the matter is I don’t know if anything will ever be ‘right’ between us. After all I’ve put you through, I don’t expect ‘and baby makes three’ or ‘happily ever after.’ But I know I want to try. I want to try for you, and I want to try for them,’’ he nodded at your stomach. You didn’t even know you were crying until a strangled sob escaped your lips.

 Massimo’s hands cupped your cheeks, gently batting the tears away with his thumbs as his forehead pressed against yours’ in a gentle embrace.

 ‘’I’ve done wrong by you, so many times. And I will never make it up to you, because I can’t. Maybe in the next lifetime I can, but not in this, mi amore. But I mean this with every fiber of my being; I am in love with you. I want to raise our child with you and give them some sense of normalcy that we were robbed of in our youth. I want to grow old with you, if you’ll permit me. I’ve done wrong by you, principessa, and I’ll never be able to make it up to you, but I swear to all of the Gods above and below that I will spend the rest of my days trying to.’’

  You held each other like that for what felt like eons. Crying together, slowly letting down your walls only slightly. He was right, in some aspect. It didn’t make anything okay, any of it. But he was right nonetheless. He had been wrong and done wrong so many times. So many wounds imprinted on your heart, some by him and many by others. And, while the wounds were not your fault, the healing was your responsibility.

 ‘’Call me Alessia.’’

 You located a Dr. Jeevika Singh from New Zealand just a few weeks later and booked the first available slot in her schedule. And just like that you found yourself in therapy via video chats and phone calls. And not two months later did you find yourself with a child with wavy locks the same color as yours and the same beautiful amber brown eyes as his father.

  ‘’You mentioned in past appointments that you struggled with your son shortly after he was born,’’ Jeevika’s voice tore you out of your deep thoughts.

 You nodded, a bitter taste of guilt and shame infiltrating your tastebuds.

 ‘’I struggled with postpartum.’’

 ‘’And you still feel guilty about that, yes?’’

 ‘’I love my son more than anything in this world,’’ you whimpered, accepting the tissues with gratitude as Jeevika handed them to you.

 ‘’There is no shame in that, Alessia. You are a great mother. The fact that you show up to every appointment and have the courage to talk about all of this is proof alone of that,’’ her voice soothed the pain in your chest as you sniffled. You remembered all those early mornings with y/s/n crying and being too defeated to get up and tend to him. Massimo had been a godsent and part of you was envious at how well and natural parenting came to him. You remember spending countless days in bed, drowning out the world around you.

 The night terrors came and went, you found yourself arguing with Massimo about irrelevant things occasionally. While he would sometimes shout back, you had to hand it to him on how patient he had been with you. He stood by your side as you video chatted with Jeevika during a handful of sessions, working through his own trauma before Dr. Singh had put him in contact with a colleague of hers.

 ‘’I’m still so afraid,’’ you admitted after minutes of deafening silence.

 ‘’That your past will affect your son?’’

 ‘’That it will destroy him.’’

  You hardly remember the drive home, only realizing you had actually driven home when you found yourself in the comfort of your driveway. Massimo’s car was in its’ usual spot and if you strained your hearing, you could already hear his and your son’s laugher bounce of the foundations of your house.

 New Zealand took some getting used to. Traveling with a one-year-old during a pandemic had been no easy feat. Faking your deaths and obtaining new passports along with birth certificates and the appropriate paperwork was even more difficult, although you would argue otherwise at times. Trading a mansion for a humble, two-bedroom house was a welcome change of pace, as well as the small town you currently resided in. Nobody knew who you two were. Nothing tied you to Italy any longer, but you knew Massimo struggled saying his goodbyes to Laura and laying the ghosts of her and the child he lost to rest. Only Jeevika knew the truth, sworn to secrecy. Although it took some time trusting an ‘’outsider’’, you found it increasingly necessary for your sanity. Now you were just Alessia and Antonio Amarro to your neighbors. Or, as a certain little boy referred to you, you were Papa and-

 ‘’Mama!’’ squealing made you jump in your seat, only to grin at the sight of your son eagerly reaching his arms out from his father’s strong arms on the porch towards you.

 ‘’There are my handsome boys,’’ you beamed, rushing towards them. A sloppy kiss from y/s/n precedented an affectionate kiss from his father.

 ‘’How was it?’’ Massimo asked, closing the front door, and setting y/s/n in your arms before you two walked to the kitchen. You sighed, offering a tired smile. He offered one back, reaching into the cupboard.

 ‘’Was it a one one-shot or two shot kind of day?’’ he joked, setting two glasses down on the kitchen island as your son crawled off to play with his toys the second you set him on the floor.

 ‘’Honey, it’s a pour the bottle in a bucket of day,’’ you retorted, switching your shot glass with a wine one and helping yourself to a local bottle.

 Massimo chuckled, kissing your temple as the sweet liquid left a pleasant burn down your throat.

 ‘’And you? How did you fare with your mini-you?’’ you grinned, the two of you watching y/s/n organize his various stuffed animals into a half circle and make incoherent noises.

 ‘’He is my penance for giving my parents grief in my youth,’’ he snorted, but it was clear to see how much Massimo adored your son. You both did. He was the center of both of your universes and the best parts of both his parents. At times, you questioned how something so beautiful and sweet could have been forged in so much hurt and strife. Massimo’s strong arms wrapped around your waist, his lips pressing against your head as the two of you watched the proof of your love play with his blocks. So, maybe it wasn’t all grief strife and pain. . .maybe it really was love your son was born into. And maybe even hope.

  ‘’He asleep?’’ Massimo asked, flipping the page of the latest novel that caught his interest.

 ‘’Out like a light,’’ you grinned, making sure the baby monitor was on despite your son being just across the hall. You sighed as you shimmied out of your clothes in favor of your undergarments. You didn’t need eyes in the back of your head to know something else now had Massimo’s full and undivided attention, and you smirked in satisfaction. As any new mother was, you were not immune to the self-consciousness that came with motherhood. Your thighs a little thicker, breasts a little fuller, and a few stretch marks left their mark on your abdomen. But according to the father of your child, you were enchanting all the same. You were still his principessa.

 ‘’Have I told you how beautiful you are today?’’ his voice rumbled as he abandoned his novel on his nightstand in favor of crawling to you at the foot of the bed. You bit back a smile, failing at it, as he began pressing kisses up your spine to the dip of your neck.

 ‘’You may have mentioned it,’’ you whispered back, heat rising to your cheeks as his expert hands unclasped your bra.

 His warm breath fanned your shoulder and the column of your neck as his kisses made their way to the soft spot of your neck. A tiny, almost inaudible gasp left your parted lips as his hands cupped your exposed breasts, rolling the tiny buds between his thumbs and index fingers. A low growl of approval vibrated against you, and the hardness of his erection made itself known against the small of your back.

 You were flipped around, meeting the familiar smoldering gaze of the man before you. Your mouths fought for dominance, with you winning in a rare display of submission from your better half. And as your tongues intertwined and explored each other’s caverns, you tore at Massimo’s clothes freeing his thick appendage. With panting breaths you leaned forward, keeping your eyes locked onto his as you bent down to take his weeping cock between your lips.

 ‘’You don’t have to, mi amore,’’ he rasped out. You offered a quick smile before taking him in, his manhood quickly hitting the back of your throat. Bobbing your head, mewling around his cock you felt his hands tangle themselves in your hair as his deep groans and heavy breathes filled the room.

 He tasted divine. The saltiness of his precum was a welcome taste on your tongue as you whimpered when you felt his thick fingers rub against your pantie-clad pussy.

 ‘’You’re so wet for me, principessa,’’ he growled out, teasing your lips from outside your sopping wet underwear.

 You gave a particularly deep suck, flattening your tongue against the underside of his manhood as your hands cupped his balls, earning a tug at your hair and a long, thick finger entering your tight womanhood. A second one quickly followed with a third attending to your throbbing clit. You moved quicker, taking him in deeper as his fingers thrusted hard and filling your drenched canal.

 The way he tensed made it aware of his impending release. The lewd squelching noises emitting from the two of you filled your ears and you were grateful you closed your door so that your son would not be awoken by the debauchery his parents were taking part in. You promptly removed yourself from Massimo, his eyebrows furrowed in question before you shoved him onto his back and taking your place on your throne.

 Without breaking eye contact, your took the fingers that had previously been inside you and took them into your mouth, sucking the sweet juices off of them. He groaned, looking up at you as if you were Venus herself. You never tired of that look. You never would.

 Spreading your legs and moving up his body, hands clasping with his as he filled your needy pussy. You gasped, cheeks flushed as blood coursed through your body. You sunk down, impaling yourself on his thickness. His hands held yours, grunting as your tight walls welcomed him home. His hips rolled up against yours, bucking you with that Devil-may-care smirk of his. You scoffed, releasing your hold on his hands before steadying them against his pecs. You swiveled your hips, grinding against him as the two of you gasped each other’s names.

 ‘’I’ve missed this,’’ you whispered, bouncing as his hands traveled up and down your body.

 He moaned lowly in agreeance, his mouth taking one nipple between his lips as you rode him hard and fast. You cried out his name, biting your lip in a futile effort to keep your voice down, hissing as his cock hit seemingly new depths inside of you.

 ‘’You feel me right here, mami?’’ Massimo grunted, pressing a firm hand against your stomach. You whimpered at the feeling of his bulge filling you over and over with each of your movements. Hands planted firmly against his chest, Massimo’s hand cupping the side of your face as you made love to him. You leaned forward, breaths intermingling as the coil in the pit of your stomach was close to snapping undone.

 ‘’I-I love you,’’ you whispered so quietly you were afraid he didn’t hear you. You knew that wasn’t the case as one hand cradled the back of your neck and the other brought you forward to meet his soft lips in a climax-inducing kiss.

 ‘’I love you too,’’ he whispered back, the throbbing of his cock causing you to whimper as his release flooded your insides. Each twitch overstimulated you as you moaned out his name like a sacred prayer.

 There had been no time to recover as you were gently placed onto the mattress, laying face down and your legs spread. You sighed into the sheets at the feeling of Massimo’s release dripping out of you and making its’ way down your inner thighs. You bit down at the comforter as he filled you once more, the force of his thrust making your body bounce and eyes shut in overstimulated ecstasy. His hands gripped your hips, drawing you back to meet his powerful thrusts.

 Your mind drifted back to the scene of the ocean, the strong and powerful tide rocking against the steady shore. And you found yourself moaning his name as his strong thrusts rocked against your sensitive core.

 ‘’Like this, amore?’’ he groaned, the dragging of his manhood against your silky walls driving you mad. You could no longer form a coherent sentence, but the tears gathering at the corners of your eyes and the flush of your cheeks let him know you weren’t too far off from another sweet release. He sped up the pace, holding you firm enough to ensure you could not escape the onslaught of his thick member entering and reentering your most precious place.

 ‘’Mas. . Massimo,’’ you mewled out, turning your head to catch a glimpse of him and the way he moved against you. He leaned over the canvas of your back, grunting as his thrusts displayed the urgency residing within him. A powerful hand wrapped around the column of your neck, the other shoved beneath your quivering body as his fingers found your pearl and flicked at it.

 You gasped, twitching under him as your orgasm coated his cock. He didn’t stop even then, only speeding up to bury his manhood as deep into you as he could. Your legs shook around him, your hands clutching the forearm nearest your face as you whimpered and moaned his name and sweet praises.

 The warmth pooling inside you, along with the violent throbbing of his powerful cock made you all too aware that he found his release. His body went rigid on top of you, his forearms holding his weight as to not crush your smaller form beneath him. He stayed inside you long after you two had finished, lazily thrusting his hips to ensure every drop stayed inside your sated core.

 His sweet kisses brought you out of the post-coital bliss, a tired smile gracing your swollen lips as you turned to meet his lips. A tired, content sigh escaped each of you, neither of you daring to part even as sleep overcame you both.

  Y/s/n awoke early the next morning, you springing to your feet to throw on your robe before greeting your pride and joy.

 ‘’My handsome boy,’’ you beamed down at him, brushing the tuft of h/c locks that adorned his little head. With gentle ease you held him close, pressing a kiss to his soft forehead before making your way to the kitchen to get breakfast ready.

 As y/s/n happily drank from his bottle in his highchair, you cherished the warm cup of coffee in your hands, keeping your eye on the waffle machine a few feet away. You heard Massimo turn off the shower before his footsteps thumped down the hallway.

 ‘’Good morning my loves,’’ his throaty voice, still laced with sleep caught the attention of your son who gladly abandoned his breakfast in favor of his father. You grinned, sipping your coffee before leaning up to meet Massimo for a kiss.

 ‘’y/s/n, your mother is the most beautiful treasure in the world, never forget that,’’ Massimo grinned, pressing a kiss to his chubby cheek. ‘’Mama!’’ y/s/n squealed in delight, chubby hands grabbing at his father’s facial hair.

 You smiled, shaking your head as you prepared breakfast.

 ‘’Alessia, I think he wants you.’’

 You tsked before setting down Massimo’s plate in front of him, taking y/s/n into your embrace. Your smile slowly faded and brows furrowed when something caught your eye.

 ‘’Y/s/n, what do you have, my love?’’ you questioned, setting him in his highchair before carefully prying his tiny fist open.

 There it sat in your hand now, relatively small but immensely heavy all the same. Your mouth flew open and a tiny gasp fluttered from your mouth. It seemed like the house went completely still. You’re your son seemed to stop his fidgeting to admire the item you had taken from his hands. There, now in the palm of your hand, was the most beautiful ring you had ever seen. A diamond ring.

 Your body turned around before you could process it, only to see Massimo kneeling down before you.

 ‘’Marry me.’’

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[plussizes-blog]

Massimo Torelli × ChubbyReader

You are Dark. Fat. Face covered with pimples. But him. He is perfect. He is a ruthless Mafia Don. But he only wants you. Only you. Though he married you forcefully. Later you fell in love with him just as he did when he first saw you and tonight , is your first night together and f*cking.

"F*ck" you groan as your Mafia man slams his hard length into you.

"Ohhh my chubby little vixen , you feel so f*cking tight and wet. All for papi" he growls pulling your hair as he rams in and out of you.

"All for you papi. Only for you" you moan in ecstasy as he pulls out and slams into you again.

"You like that huh ? You f*cking like that don't you my Donna ?" He asks in a deep husky voice as he f*cks you like a damn horse.

"YASSS ! Yes papi Yes ! I f*cking love it !" You moan out loud as he f*cks you in a harder pace.

"That's it ! Cüm my queen ! F*cking cüm for me ! Cüm along with me !" He growls making me milk his dīck as he shoots his sēēmēn inside me.

He pulls me closer to him and cuddles me , spooning me from behind as we breath raggedly while he kisses my hair.

"W-why me ? Why after all the critisism that people threw on my appearance you still want me ?" I ask remembering the harsh words thrown upon me at the party last night.

"Because I don't care about what they say my queen. You are f*cking beautiful and I only want you. Only you. I love you so f*cking much y/n" he growls and I feel him slam his length back into me.

"Round f*cking 2 babygirl ?" He asks as he starts f*cking me again. More harder. More faster. And more passionate.

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[miss-smutty]

🥵🥵🥵🥵

I have only just gotten around to watching 365 Days and I'm in love 😍😍 oh lord help me! This was just straight up porn for me, spent the whole two hours clenching. You know how much I love a Dom! 🤤

Cue my brain now writing mob boss Massimo fics all day long. Seriously though, should I?

#massimo torricelli #massimo torricelli x reader #365 days #smut

[basiclibra]

• "You're still horny? Didn't I fuck you hard enough last night?" •

warnings - fluff , sexual tension.

this is quick! just wanna show you guys how I write.

THE sun blinded you as you opened you're eyes immediately causing you to groan only for you're voice to come out as an crack. Sighing softly you rolled over onto you're back to cuddle with massimo only to be brought with an cold fabric material.

Squinting you're eyes you looked up around the huge room only the sound of water running meaning he was either in the shower or taking care of himself.

As you began to move you're legs out of bed it only caused you to wince at the sore feeling between you're legs. Although you hated morning pain after sex you couldn't complain even if you wanted too. The pleasure was to much to even talk about.

Grabbing the sheets you wrapped it around your body before making you're way into the huge luxury bathroom. Opening the door softly you noticed massimo figure standing in the shower as his hands rested on the wall in front of him. You couldn't help but trail you're eyes down noticing the way his penis stood up through the foggy glass door. Biting you're lip you removed the sheets and moved slowly into the shower avoiding the slight pain between you're legs.

You opened the shower door gently closing it behind you. Looking down at massimo ass you couldn't help but bite you're lip and walk over to him gently placing you're arms around his waist from behind causing his body to tense but quickly calm down once he felt the families feeling of you're hands run down his stomach.

You both didn't say anything. He watched as you're hands made it's way down to his penis grabbing gently only to have you're hand get slapped away gently. You couldn't help but let out an laugh quickly followed by massimo chuckling before he turned around wrapping his arm around you're back forcing you're chest against his as his other hand that wasn't holding you're chest was now gripping you're neck tightly.

Biting you're lip you felt his thumb trace over you're bottom lip which you quickly placed into you're mouth sucking it.

"You're still horny? Didn't I fuck you hard enough last night?" You couldn't help but roll you're eyes at his choice of words only for his grip to tighten on you're neck before he forced you're face closer to his.

"Don't fucking roll you're eyes at me.." he snapped which you found an turn on. He knew once he saw the smirk on you're face ; smirking he placed his lips on you're softly. As both of you're lips moved together slowly you couldn't help but bring you're hand up that was holding his hip only to grip his wrist that held you're neck.

He gripped you're waist causing you to let out an soft whimper as he placed his thumb under you're ass giving it an soft rub before picking up up. Wrapping you're arms around his neck you turned you're head to the side and continued to kiss him.

"Fuck you're mines baby."

feedback? of course the other ones will be long! but as I said before this is just an little looking on how I write! - 2021.

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[deanthomaswhore]

I’m a year too late but everyone was talkin bout massimo in 365 days when I was too busy drooling over the lady

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