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Waking up to an empty bed was not new to you as someone who is in a relationship with a squad leader of Passione. There were many nights when you would reach for your lover on their side of the bed only to grasp onto cold sheets with the lingering neutral scent of your girlfriend’s soap.

Risotto didn’t decide to spend the night in her office tonight, choosing to sit by the armchair near the windows with a mug of tea and a portion of this week’s reports sitting beside her on the roundtable.

“Good dream?”

Her voice sent shivers around your body; just the element you were looking for in the mute phantom that resembled Risotto who visited your dreams just a while ago.

“I’d prefer the real thing over a good dream any night.”

Risotto chuckled under the rim of her mug before gently placing it back down on the coffee table with a soft thud.“C’mere, you can sit on my lap until I’m done working.”

“You’re never done with working.” You pouted but removed yourself from the sheets anyway and made your way towards Risotto. She held a hand up to stop you and pointed down to the floor with a slow sultry movement of a finger.

“Take off your panties.”

The command had your body firing up almost immediately as you reached under your skirt to pull down your underwear while Risotto stared. She smoothly unhooked her long legs from her knees and raised her skirt presenting the smooth surface of her thigh.

“Have a seat.”

You shuddered, feeling the warm skin of Risotto’s thighs touch your bare cunt as her firm grip on your hip gave you the signal to start grinding yourself on her muscled thighs.

It was easy to find a rhythm with your earlier arousal from when you woke already there just waiting to be stoked, and it was even made easier with Risotto’s gentle coaxes while she continues to peruse the documents in her hand.

During the course of your vigorous grinding, her dark silk robe had slipped from her shoulders to reveal a pert pierced nipple and you bit your lip as the visual stimulation added to the increasing heat between your thighs. Risotto saw you eyeing the new piece of jewelry behind the curtain of her long silver hair and moved her tresses to the other side as a silent invitation for you suck on it.

Your mouth was on the piercing the moment it was presented to you. Your soft moan matching hers as she brushed and caressed your hair.

“That’s a good pet.”

The mixed sensations of all five of your senses meld together to shoot down into your core, collecting itself into a tight little ball ready to burst if you could just get your fingers-

*SLAP*

Risotto tutted at you and placed your wandering hand back on her shoulder,  

“Ah ah, the only way you’re getting off is on my thigh, tesoro.”

You whined a little but was quickly silenced by Risotto’s gentle cooing as she finally puts down her papers and focused on bombarding you with as much secondary sensations as her set limitations will allow: breathing hot salacious words by your ear, pinching and grabbing at the soft flesh of your nipples and ass as she guides your movements, and the occasional nip and suck on your exposed skin when her mouth was not busy detailing her plans to eat your sweet pussy for breakfast after you wake up a few hours later.

Not even a minute later and you were whimpering out her name into her shoulders, your toes pointing towards the floor as Risotto raised her thighs so you can grind yourself harder through your orgasm.

You were left a sweet, panting mess as you leaned on Risotto’s shoulders, your core throbbing pleasurably against the thigh that you had covered in your slick. You hummed sleepily as Risotto kisses the space between your eyebrows chuckling when you wedged your forehead between her neck with a cute purr.

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You groaned in your sleep, feeling the fuzzy edges of sleep slowly seeping away as you focused your eyes on the peeling dirty white paint of your ceiling. You moved to stretch your legs but the movement was stopped by a heavy weight keeping them in place.

You moaned low, your hands trying to escape from under your sheets to grab at the head currently wedged between your thighs whose tongue was laving your cunt with spit before gently rubbing on the sensitive bundle of nerves there.

“Hmm fuck Magg? How long have you been down there?”

The figure chuckled, kissing your thigh.

“Babe, you know I have a hard time keeping track of the minutes when I’m eating you out.”

You gasped feeling Formaggio give you a gentle suck before kissing his way up to your abdomen and finally emerging from below your sheets, a large grin plastered on his face as he continued his kisses up to your chest.

“Morning beautiful.”

You hummed a sleepy good morning and fixed him a groggy smile before looking at the clock by the bedside table.

“Did you just get back?”

“Yep.” he hoisted himself up, making your whole bed bounce to peck you on the lips, “I took a shower a while ago. You don’t mind me using that body wash you use, do you?”

Your eyes craned towards your bathroom and squinted at the floor. When you saw his clothes neatly folded on your vanity as opposed to his usual habit of leaving his clothes on the floor, you faced him again with a sultry smile, your hand teasingly rubbing on his pecs.

“Hmm a man that smells like honeysuckle and vanilla who knows how to fold his clothes? Sounds very, very sexy to me.”

“Yeah?” Formaggio grinned, happy to see you up and ready to go for whatever he has planned for you an himself this morning.

“Ya still sleepy, angel? Cuz if you can’t sleep, then how about we…”

Formaggio trailed off before bringing you up his lap, your thighs spread by his muscled thighs and your slit pressing against something thick and hard.

“Have sex?” you supplied, shivering at the gentle caresses he leaves on your thighs.

“Well, I was gonna say fuck but, that works too.”

He chuckles and adjusts himself before grabbing his cock and slapping it heavily on your clit. You moaned at the feeling and raised yourself with your elbows to watch him tease you.

“Like what you see, angel?”  

“Maybe I’ll like it better if I don’t see it.”

Formaggio laughs, rich and low, as his cock slowly slides lower down your slit.

“That could be arranged.”

He kept his eyes on you as he slipped the thick head of his cock in your slicked hole, reveling in the image of your eyebrows scrunching together before you laid back down and moaned his name.

He started with a slow languid pace, making sure you’ve grown accustomed to the stretch of his cock before he starts to quicken his pace.

You were whimpering and moaning his name in no time, grabbing onto the sheets and pillows as you watched his cock disappear into the wet tightness of your cunt.

“Ohh~ Fuck yess…Hmm put your legs on my shoulders, baby...That’s it…been using that dildo I got you?...Have you been thinking of me while you fuck yourself with it?…hmrghh… raise your shirt and let me see you play with those tits…you’re so fucking tight…taking my cock so well…”

You can only nod and moan a breathless yes at the slew of phrases leaving his mouth as he pounded into you. You can feel him bumping against the deepest parts inside you with every thrust and it was making you see stars every single time. You didn’t even need to rub your clit this time, few thrusts later and you were shakily moaning a curse and cumming long and hard. Formaggio moved to press your legs against your shoulders and continued his smooth thrusts against your still clenching walls as your legs strained against his hold.

“Ma-mag…g-ahh~… oh please, please-!”

You were practically sobbing into your pillows as another orgasm washed over you, your hands grabbing onto Formaggio’s back as he now practically rams you through the bed. The raw bliss on your face and the resulting tightness from your orgasm coupled with your sweet moans had Formaggio’s pace faltering as he feels the first tremors of his orgasm at the base of his cock. He came with a guttural groan, pushing his full length into your warm inviting cunt as he lets your quivering walls milk his throbbing cock.

When he pulled out, you felt a small gush flow down to the crevice of your ass making you shudder pleasurably after a groan. Formaggio looked at you with a tired grin, his chest heaving as he kissed a leg that was still propped up on his shoulders.

“What?”

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You walked slowly behind Prosciutto, your eyes absentmindedly counting the number of stones on the cobblestone path that your foot would walk over with each step to make sure you weren’t too close to him nor too far to have him scold you for lagging behind him again. You had just finished a two-man assignment tonight and were heading for the safehouse just around the block to wait for your scheduled flight in the morning.  

Prosciutto’s gruff voice called out for you and you jumped slightly at the boom of his voice contrasting with the cold silence of the street.

“What are you doing lagging behind me for? Walk beside me.”

You quickly padded your way towards him, shyly looking up at him from the corner of your eye. His gaze remained directed forward as you two walked giving you a nice view of his side profile.

Aah~ he’s so cool.

Calm and collected with a good head on his shoulders and not to mention has his good-looks going for him; he’s everything you could ever aspire to be, and if you were being honest to yourself, all these qualities also matched what you believed would make the perfect romantic partner. You understood why Pesci admires him so much. You too would love to be able to carry yourself with such confidence one day.

“Your past performances and whatever you just pulled off a while ago warrants you my respect. From now on, don’t be afraid to consider yourself as my equal. As for your work ethic, well, it’s quite admirable. I won’t be surprised to see you up there one day leading your own team.”  

Your cheeks warmed at his praise and quickly added a humble reply. You can’t laugh at his protégé now you’ve had a taste of what it feels like to work under his aniki’s supervision. He’s so intense.

You reached your destination five minutes later. Prosciutto shifted the briefcase that held his belongings and reached for the keys in his pants pocket. The street was deserted save for a few stray cats running around knocking over flower pots holding wilted plants. You assumed it was this part of the city that most would consider the ghost town.  

“After you.”

You turned around to see Prosciutto holding the door for you. Ever the gentleman. He made his way towards the end of a hallway after securing the locks behind you and led you up two narrow flights of stairs that led to another door.

Once inside the actual place where you two will be spending the night in, you went ahead and turned around a corner to face a door for what seems to be the entrance to the bathroom, and an open entrance to its left that led to the main room. Prosciutto moved forward to check the main room and pursed his lips when he opened the lights.

“And of course there was one room,” he exhaled deeply through his nose in exasperation after a few seconds of inspecting the room, “and a bed…tsk.”

He stepped out into the hallway to let you see the room for yourself. You took one look and you audibly gasped.

“Oh thank god, it has a mattress.”

Prosciutto’s mouth visibly slacked.

“That’s the thing you’re most concerned about? A bed with no mattress?”

Prosciutto smiled wryly at your naivety and watched you blink at him, puzzled at what he was implying. He raised an eyebrow before proceeding to emphasize his point by pointing at you and then at himself, “We have one bed, Y/N. There are two of us.”

“Oh!” you exclaimed finally catching what he meant, “um, I don’t mind sharing the bed. That armchair looks very uncomfortable too.”

You raised your duffle bag to your chest and pointed awkwardly at the bed, “I brought extra sheets since I thought the beds, well bed, would probably not have any bedsheets on them.”

Your voice trailed off as Prosciutto’s smirk grew and you gulped, “I don’t suppose you also brought with you a set of pillows?”

“….I did.”

Prosciutto laughed this time, a brief breathy sound expressing his surprise at you actually bringing with you a set of small pillows for this one night. He tried to push his luck and asked you if you also managed to bring a bottle of wine, a question that made you pout and deny endearingly before admitting that you may have brought with you a single bottle of Peroni.

“It helps me sleep!”

Prosciutto shook his head, not commenting on your defensive remark and turned around to open the door to the bathroom. You huffed and turned around petulantly to fix the bed. You finished your task with fluffing up the small pillows you brought and arranging all four of them near the headrest. You hoped you two don’t suffer from neck problems after tonight.

Your gaze shifted to the side when you saw movement and saw Prosciutto laying his stuff by the end of the bed, your eyes admiring the sharp contrast of his blue eyes against the white of the towel around his shoulders. You followed a drop of water that ran down his sides, sliding and collecting itself slowly into the dips and bumps of his lean muscles to disappear into the hem of his sweatpants. A finger was waiting for you at the end of your eye’s destination and pointed upwards, effectively snapping your gaze up at Prosciutto who had an amused glint in his bright blue eyes.

“I think you should take a bath now, Y/N.”

You hastily agreed and moved to take your belongings, trying to calm yourself all throughout the process of scrubbing away the flecks of blood and the day’s dirt and grime off your body as you let the cold water cool your head off the image of Prosciutto’s body in your mind. When you came back in the room, Prosciutto was wearing a clean white tee and sitting on the bed drying his hair. He looked up at your timid form and raised an eyebrow at your current choice of wear.

He quickly looked away when you consciously fixed the strap of your nightgown, clearing his throat awkwardly before asking you if you wanted to keep the light on.

You told him it was fine and that the lamp beside the bed will do fine.

When you moved to dump your belongings at the foot of the bed after taking your bottle of beer, you proceeded to plop down beside him and offer him a sip of the beverage.

He looked at you then and searched your eyes, sizing up your intentions by observing your body language. He wouldn’t want to read too much into your actions. You can be insufferably dense at times but that didn’t mean you didn’t share the intelligence and cunning that all of you possess in the team. You were hiding something behind the innocent veneer of timid responses and demure facades and it was his job to gently chip it away and reveal the burning sensuality within.

“I don’t think that’s a very good idea.”

He answered slowly, enunciating his words carefully to get his point across and send a message of his own without saying it outright.

You blinked and refocused yourself seeing as Prosciutto had finally caught on to your signals and moved to place the bottle on the floor.

“Not planning to sleep tonight, cara?”

His voice was deep and rough, an appetizer to what is about to unfold in a few minutes making you bite your lip in anticipation.

“Are you?”

Prosciutto’s lips twitched into a sultry smirk, leaning back a little and pinning you with smoldering blue eyes.

“Why don’t you come sit on my lap while I think about it?”

Your movements were slow, deliberate, passionate; every touch leaving a pleasant buzz that had you gasping his name louder with every lingering touch seared onto each other’s skins.

Of course it didn’t surprise you that Prosciutto was a very experienced and considerate lover, immediately moving to lay you down on the bed to kiss and lap at your increasingly dampening folds after a few minutes of you grinding your bare cunt on the hard bulge in his pants while you pressed on each other’s lips for the first time.

You had forgotten to bring an extra pair of panties, but Prosciutto surely didn’t mind your carelessness.

You lost count on the number of times he’s made you cum on the bed and didn’t bother to keep track after pounding you on the desk by the corner and on one of the walls. The poor chair tucked inside the desk minutes ago now sported a crooked leg after he had vigorously taken you from behind just minutes ago and the armchair by the corner which seemed like a new addition to the room now had small specks of white smeared onto the cheap leather after coming one too many times in varying positions.

You had sucked him off by the window, your jaw leaving a pleasurable ache after he had forcibly pushed his throbbing length at the back of your throat when he came groaning your name. He returned the favor by making you cum once with the use of his tongue while you had a leg over his shoulder and making you cum another time as you gripped the edges of the windowsill while he held your leg up.

“Pro-Pros wait, I can’t…ahh~”

“One more time, gattina, cum on my cock one last time. C’mon-”

You choked on gasps and cried out shakily as you tightened around him again, your orgasm sharp and dancing between the lines of pleasure and pain as your tears ran down up to your temples. You whined his named in pleasure as you clawed at the sheets above you head, feeling what might have been your nightgown in one of your fists as you arched your back and shuddered from your latest orgasm. Prosciutto’s thrusts were getting shallower, careful to not thrust into you too hard to cause you any pain. When his pants and groans became a little bit deeper, you opened your eyes a fraction to see him rip away the latex around his cock and jerk himself above you before releasing hot heavy spurts of his cum on your stomach and chest. You moaned softly with every groan leaving between his clenched teeth, your dilated eyes meeting his own as he slowly comes down from his high.

“You carry an awful lot of protection with you.” You mumbled sleepily on his chest as he scratched your hips soothingly, the warm light of the lamp lighting the sweat covering both your bodies, “Were those for your one-night stands?”

“You’re more than just a one-night stand.” You heard him murmur above you.

You looked up shyly up at him to see he was already waiting for you to look up at him with a steady gaze. His fingers hastily pressed onto your lips with a hush when he saw the understanding light up in your eyes.

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Bruno looked at you dangerously over the rim of his flute, his sharp blue eyes trained dangerously at the hand of the poor soul who decided it was proper and within his right to snake his dirty hands around your waist. It didn’t escape his notice how his grubby fingers pressed themselves on your hips too, the image almost had him snapping the stalk of his glass in two.

Stop it.

Your eyes crinkled with a giggle when your companion whispered something salacious by your ear, but your gaze was on Bruno the whole time catching the movement of his mouth just in time to see him mouth the words.

You pulled your companion close to you, your shoulders pressed flushed against his as you mouthed the words in reply.

“Why don’t you come here and make me?”

Bruno scoffed, shaking his head. You lived just to test his patience.

“A hundred, says he won’t go.”

“Are you kidding me? With that look? Nah man, five hundred says he’s going in and going to punch the bastard in the face.”

“I bet he’s going to do neither.”

Narancia and Mista's snort over Giorno’s bet was ignored as Bruno downed the remains of his champagne and made his way towards you. His blue eyes forced to dampen its earlier fire into a steady simmer. It wouldn’t do him good to make a scene in one of Giorno’s parties.

Your eyes coolly regarded his stalking form, your face not betraying the pounding of your heart as you watched him close the distance between you. Bruno grabbed two more flutes from a passing waitress before reaching his destination and locking eyes with you, his arm extending forward to offer you a glass.

“Champagne?”

You smiled up at Bruno but didn’t say anything. Instead, you sensually rubbed your companion’s arm and excused yourself to go freshen up your make-up. You left him with a sultry look, pointedly ignoring Bruno’s tight smile as you left the two men in each other’s company.  

“I’m guessing that you are not, in fact, the boyfriend?”

Bruno smiled wryly, setting the glass carefully in front of the man who had proudly introduced himself as one Antonio Regio, apparently one of Passione’s benefactors from New York, if he could even call his small group as such. Bruno found it laughable how this man boasts his status as if he held an ounce of power in European grounds.  It did not surprise him. He was a foreigner after all and new to the figures that made up the dark, underground systems associated with the main group in Europe. No wonder he didn’t recognize him.

“No,” he sighed, taking a sip off his new glass “unfortunately.”

The man snorted and grabbed the offered glass to take a hefty gulp.

“Oh then I guess you wouldn’t if I took your little friend for a ride on my-”

Bruno’s lip twitched at the suggestive action he made with his hips, reeling in his anger just in time for another man, this one looking more of a native that recognized him, coming towards their direction with a guarded purse of lips.

“I find it hard to believe that you would have anything on your person to truly satisfy my companion. Or anyone in fact.”

“What was that? Who the fuck do you think you are eh?”

Bruno trained his eyes at the red-faced man in front of him, challenging him to do anything, wanting nothing more than be given a reason to stain the crisp white linen of the table red with this man’s blood.

“Signore Bucciarati-”

The new arrival introduced himself as an overseer of Antonio’s group, originating directly from the main group to oversee operations abroad, specifically in Regio’s region. He apologized profusely in his native tongue, chalking up his subordinate’s misconduct to ignorance and a few glasses too much of this night’s champagne. Bruno admired this man’s concern for his men, but that didn’t mean he will allow this slight to pass. He gripped his shoulder reassuringly, the set in his jaw making the man immediately stop in his ramblings.

“I will grant him the mercy of tolerating his earlier foolishness, but not without a few broken bones. You are a good superior protecting those who work under him. After I am done with him, I hope those who work under you abroad will familiarize themselves better with who they are actually working for. “

The overseer kissed the ring on his finger in thanks before promptly turning and slapping Antonio when the former expressed his confusion as to why he was kissing the bastard’s fingers. Bruno had turned to leave after that, a more pressing matter in his agenda pushing him to walk faster towards the comfort rooms where he knew he would find you waiting for him.

“You know better than to taunt me, Y/N. You would have had my undivided  attention even without pulling that little stunt.”

You smiled, checking the state of your make-up before putting your lipstick back in your small purse.

“And miss the chance to see you all worked up? Bruno, darling, it’s like you don’t know me at all.”

Bruno’s nose flared, “Please refrain from playing your little games when I’m working.”

“This isn’t work, Bruno.” You rolled your eyes and fixed your dress, catching Bruno’s heated look when you exposed your neck at him. “This is a party. You should be having fun, with me.”

“So you decided to entertain an inferior substitute so you can have your fun?”

You turned sharply to glare at Bruno, his earlier irritation dying down when he sees the gloss over your eyes, “You started it first!”

“Y/N, please I’ve already told you this, Trish is just an old friend. Nothing more.” Bruno sighed exasperatedly, his hands animatedly moving in front of him in classical Italian fashion to assert his point as he stepped forward, softly brushing your hair with a pleading look, “Please tesoro, I don’t like fighting with you over something as petty as this.”

Usually you would have thought of pouting as a very childish device to display one’s displeasure, but Bruno was apologetic and you were feeling a little bit selfish and self-absorbed tonight.

“You made me miss you.”

Bruno kissed your knuckles with all the devotion of a servant paying his humble respects at his master’s feet and your heart melted. He really did look guilty. 

“I know, cuore mio. Let me make it up to you.”

Deep inside your consciousness, you knew the night was going to end up in this type of situation one way or another, the only question was when and where it would happen.

“If we get caught, I’m blaming you.”

Bruno whispered hotly behind you, his hard cock pounding you ruthlessly from behind as you braced yourself on the walls of the changing room you two were currently, shamelessly fucking in.

“Shut up and make me cum, Bucciarati.”

Bruno chuckled at the desperation in your voice, your pleading tone matching the heavy slap of his hips as you met his thrusts with a buck of your own.

A thought came into mind and despite the unsexiness of bringing it up you decided it was important that you voice out your concern.

“B-bruno...ahh...I don’t have wipes with me.”

Bruno’s thrusts didn’t falter as you whimpered at him over your shoulders.

“Oh? That’s not a problem, tesoro because it means that I’ll just have to cum inside you, then hope your outfit doesn’t stain when my cum starts running down your thighs.”

You mewled at the image of his cum sloppily smearing your cunt and thighs as he continued ramming against your sweet spot, his gruff words successfully making your walls tighten around him and finally reach your climax.

Bruno relaxed his pace as you ground yourself against him, letting you wring out your orgasm as you see fit and enjoying how your walls quivered around his throbbing length. When your orgasm died down into an occasional twitch of your walls, he continued where he left off to focus on his own pleasure, the added tightness and lubrication of your post-orgasm making it easy for him to find his rhythm. It wouldn’t be long before he will be painting your insides white with his cum.

“How about it, Y/N? Want me to come inside? Is that what you want?”

“F-Fuck- Pull out.” Bruno looked at you with a raised eyebrow as if you were suggesting that he splatter his release on the walls of the cubicle you two were in, “Pull out so I can suck your cock.”

Ahh

Bruno’s grin was feral as his thrusts became nothing less but brutal, hitting your sensitive walls so roughly you thought you were seeing stars even when your eyes were wide open.

When he pulled out with a groan, you immediately got down on your knees and opened your mouth for him. You didn’t have enough time to voice your complaint of him ruining your hair when he grabbed your head and continued his harsh thrusts, finding his release when he saw the streaks of red left by your lipstick staining his cock.

You wrapped your mouth snugly around Bruno’s cock as he groaned his praises, his cock throbbing hard against your tongue as you swallowed his release.

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“Doppiooo~ does the boss have anything for us to do? I’m boored.” You huffed plopping down on the couch as Doppio sat in front of you, a wry smile pulling his lips as he set down his bag beside him.

“There’s really nothing that I can do if the Boss doesn’t have any work for us, Y/N. Ah!”

You moved your arm from your eyes to watch Doppio shuffle inside his parcelbag to lay out a thick stack of papers on the coffee table, looking at you expectantly. Ha! As if you would waste your time going over another accountant’s jargon. You loved reading, but written terms, contracts, reports and statement of accounts don’t count.

“Doppio you know how I feel about paperwork”

You sighed closing your eyes again and plopping back on the couch. You’ve been idle for almost a month now and while it didn’t affect the numbers in your paycheck, you were very much itching for something to occupy your time other than sit around in one of the Boss’ many villas with Doppio who you were assigned to guard and protect.

“I really need to finish going through these by next week too. Do you think Tiziano will help me?”

You snorted, ready to give a witty remark regarding your pale-haired colleague when Doppio’s face blanked and not even second later, he was making those ridiculous ringing sounds at the top of his voice.

What will it be this time?

You looked around searching for an item that he might use for another of his little pretend games when his searching eyes landed on the small glass figurine beside you.

Doppio made his way towards the “phone” only to stop when you grabbed the figurine and held it far away from him with a mischievous smile.

“The Boss is calling, Y/N. Give me the phone.”

“You know I always wondered if you were faking the call thing.”

Doppio continued making the ringing sounds as he tried to swipe the object from your giggling form.

“Y,N” Doppio warned, “Give me the phone”

“It’s a mini-figurine of Aphrodite, Doppio. Do you not see the exposed chest?”

“Do not make me say it again, Y/N.”

You laughed at the visible threat on Doppio’s cute freckled face. Finally, a little excitement in your otherwise uneventful evening.

“Oh~? Is sweet little Doppio about to order me around now?” you taunted, hoping you get to see him snap “No offense boss, but there’s a reason why you have me as your guard.”

You wiggled the object in your hand and leaned your elbows on the back of the couch as Doppio stalked towards you. You stood your ground knowing you could jump out of reach if you wanted to.

“You want me to give you your phone? Make me. Let’s what you’re made of.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hmm, I’d love to see you try.”

Your giggle died when a hand squeezed your throat. Where the hell did that come from?

Your grip on the figurine slacked and was caught just in time when it left your hand by a serious faced Doppio.

“Boss?...”

You gasped and dug your nails into Doppio’s skin, willing your lungs to suck in air and barely doing so with how tight Doppio’s hold on your neck was. Your vision was blurring by the end of Doppio’s play conversation but you didn’t miss the slight change of eye color in his brown eyes when he finally ended the conversation.

“Boss says I have to teach you some manners, Y/N. He said I’ve been a little too lenient in tolerating your less than subservient attitude towards me, his right hand man. I think he is right. Maybe I should knock you down a peg or two.”

You should have been cowering in fear at the powerful and ominous aura that seemed to leak off of Doppio by the second but nothing turns you on more than a person with the ability to hold you down and show you what it’s really like to feel weak. You wanted to be knocked down a peg and you certainly didn’t mind it being done by your boss. That’s two kinks in one serving, you could even say it was a bargain.

There was also the threat of your Boss deciding to kill you right then and there but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when the more serious Doppio was currently driving himself into you with the single-minded goal of making himself cum.

Toys littered the floor and hung from the side of the bed from your view as you laid face-down on the scratchy carpet. Your felt your knees rubbed painfully against the rough material but you couldn’t move to a more comfortable position with the spreader bar strapped tight around your ankles and a pair of leather cuffs binding your wrists behind you. The lace of your underwear threatened to choke you as you cried through the rough fabric stuffed in your mouth, the material secured snugly by a silk tie the color of Doppio’s new set of eyes.

“Have you learned your lesson now, Y/N? Maybe next time you decide to fool around it won’t involve you being stupid enough to test the Boss’ patience.”

Your gag muffled your pleasured cry as Doppio hit your ass for what seemed like the hundredth time this evening. If you thought you weren’t sure if you could walk or sit properly for the next week a while ago, now you were sure. Those were going to leave nasty marks on too, you could practically see the dark imprints without looking at them.

“I’ll be taking my time disciplining you in the Boss’ place since you’re my underling. It’d be a shame if he decided to kill you since I’ve grown rather fond of you.”

You felt the vibrator in your ass being set at the highest setting and the moan you let out was followed closely by Doppio’s loud curse as he abandoned his regular pace for a more brutal one, not caring at all if you found it pleasurable or not.

When you clenched around him once again he was quick to pull out and finish loudly on your ass, the warm feeling of his release mixing with your sweat to roll down your thighs.

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You eyed the hands of the clock that hung above the entrance of the kitchen, counting the minutes under your breath and formulating the schedule you will set for yourself this Sunday morning. It was five minutes before six and you were the only one awake at headquarters besides Ghiaccio who had gone out for a morning jog almost an hour ago. A new jar of peanut butter had been added to the otherwise empty cupboard by the corner and you wondered if the owner would notice if you took just a bit for your toast.

In one minute, you will take the mug out of the microwave, two minutes and your toast is ready, you have twenty five minutes max before Ghiaccio arrives and five minutes before Risotto-

Your gaze quickly shifted towards the figure that stepped into the doorway, sighing quietly when you realized it just was just Pesci.

Pesci flinched at the intensity of your stare but gathered the courage to say a muted good morning. Why were all the tall people in this team so intimidating?

You acknowledged his greeting with a soft hum and turned around just in time before your mug was ready to be put out of the microwave. You busied yourself with making yourself a cup of tea, counting the seconds before your toast would be ready.

Pesci had made an attempt to start polite conversation to which you entertained with short concise answers, not wanting to stay in the kitchen long enough for a certain person to come in and possibly add a bit of unwarranted excitement to your morning.

You had just returned the jar in its place in the cupboard when Pesci greeted a newcomer with a chipper voice and your stomach flipped at the gruff reply. There could only be one person who was able to make your guts feel queasy just by the sound of their voice.

“Buongiorno, Y/N.”

God, and it was even better when he talks in Italian. “Good morning.”

Your own voice did not betray how actually nervous you were to have Risotto in the same space as you. Thank goodness, for that. You can’t promise yourself to be able to keep it up though, so when you saw Pesci ready to leave the room you moved to do the same.

“Will that be all you are going to eat?”

You stopped in your tracks and watched Risotto’s gaze slide from your plate of toast to your eyes. You couldn’t find the voice to say no when he  told you he will make you some eggs, so you just sat there by the table stealing glances at him from the corner of your eye as you nibbled on your toast. You chewed even slower when he was plating your eggs, almost missing his question asking how many eggs you would like if it weren’t for your body’s almost natural reaction whenever he provides any sort of stimuli to your senses.

“Just one please.”

“More for me then.”

He probably had meant to say that to lighten up the tension in the room but all it did was make your thighs press themselves closer, his chuckle a new addition to the many sounds you had archived in your head.

“Thank you, capo.”

“Please, just Risotto will be fine.”

You would have loved to. But unfortunately, years of internalized professionalism had you declining his request.

What he said next made your blood run cold.

“I believe we have already crossed that line the moment you decided to moan out my name every single night when you thought you were alone.”

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Fffuuuuu-

You couldn’t even look at him! Were you really that loud?

The skillet he had used to fry the eggs was carefully place in front of you and even when you felt his body looming closer you refused to look him in the eye. God knows what embarrassing things you’ll do next if you did.

Strong fingers gently moved your gaze towards him. With him this close, you could finally put a scent to add to the image of him whenever you indulge yourself in your midnight fantasies: black coffee, the cool scent of his aftershave and the warm comfortable smell of someone who just got out of bed.

“I can turn your fantasies into a reality, cara mia.”he spoke low, his eyes trailing up your body to stop at your eyes. “If you’d let me.”

And you let him.

Minutes later and you were hoisted up the surface of the countertop with your bottoms removed and a mop of silver hair moving between your thighs. You couldn’t look away at the hypnotizing movement of his head, every dip and roll sending a corresponding spike of pleasure up your spine as he made use of his tongue and lips on your clit. Half-way through his meal he had slightly pulled away with a small smirk to put your hand behind his head and with his eyes not leaving yours, he dragged the pad of his tongue from your perineum up to your clit.

Your eyes caught the glint of two silver balls before he dove down and ran his tongue against your clit once again. Oh so that’s why he had you hold his hair….

You can barely keep your moans to yourself now with the new sensation of the twin piercings adding stimulation to your engorged clit, the action somehow urging him to stimulate you even further. He wasn’t even making use of his fingers and yet you could already feel the tight pressure of an orgasm dancing around the places his tongue has come to familiarize itself with.

“R-risotto…”

Your soft moan of his name got you a guttural growl and you pushed his face closer to the apex of your thighs, feeling your orgasm coming to a climax as his nails dug into your the soft flesh of your thighs.

Just when you were about to let the whole building know what you two were doing in the kitchen, Risotto pulled away and fixed your appearance, licking his lips as he did.

“Wha- Y-you… you’re not just going to leave me hanging are you?”

You gulped at the hint of mischief that touched his lips when he smirked.

“Of course not.”

He caged you with his arms and looked at you with an appraising look before craning his head towards the doorway. You heard the faint sound of Melone singing to himself, the sound coming closer and closer as seconds passed. You looked at Risotto the same time he smoothly moved his gaze back at you, wondering what he was planning.

He left you with a wink before the edges of his body seemed to fold out of existence and you were left with an empty space in front of you, but there was no denying that he was still there with his scent still hanging heavily around you.

A hand gripped your hips and turned you around the same time you saw Melone’s bright purple hair come into your line of vision. You struggled against the phantom hold and only held still when Risotto’s breathed close to your ear.

“Behave. Act normal, you make a sound and it’s game over.”

You stilled in his hold as you felt invisible fingers making their way under the elastic of your shorts. You kept your eyes on Melone as Risotto’s fingers eased inside your tight walls. It was getting harder and harder to keep your moans to yourself with the way he was purposely rubbing against the most sensitive parts inside you.

“Spread your thighs.” You did so without making it too obvious, the resulting gasp as his fingers delved even deeper earning you a praise and a dark chuckle from your capo.

“Good girl.”

You were thankful that Melone didn’t notice you practically shaking in the corner of the kitchen as an orgasm shook you to your core, too engrossed in the process of making himself an omelette to catch you having the best orgasm you’ve had in months.

When you felt Risotto’s fingers leave you, your upper body slumped and you braced yourself with your elbows on the counter as your legs shook. Risotto reappeared beside you, smoothly raising his neglected cup of coffee to his lips right after he had sucked the remaining juices on his fingers that were inside you just moments ago.

He held your flustered stare with an appreciative glint not turning around when Melone finally took off his headphones to offer Risotto some of his omelette.

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“Passing out already? And I thought you were tougher than that.”

The nausea subsided as quickly as it came and you refocused your eyes at Risotto, wondering what the heck just happened. That was weird.

Risotto didn’t give you time with your thoughts, sitting himself on the couch and holding onto your hair as you carefully unzipped his pants after a quick pause to pull out his cock.

“That’s a good little slut. Knows exactly what they need to do to keep their capo satisfied…”

You made a sound when the full length of his cock greeted your gaze. Looking at Risotto’s cock always felt like it was the first time; standing at a proud ten inches and sporting a set of Jacob ladder’s at the underside and an intimidating prince albert at the tip. Usually, he would take them off for you when he wants to use your mouth but unfortunately, he’s not feeling merciful today.

“They stay on today, dolcezza, now get to work.”

Begging for his mercy was useless at this point and you admit that it was all your fault. You should have known not to taunt him, most especially in front of his men. Now you were reaping the consequences of your mistake, not that you were completely opposed to the idea. You always did wonder what it would feel like to have him in your mouth with his piercings on.

He didn’t remove your bindings too so you had to balance yourself on top of his cock without impaling yourself on the thick appendage. Fuck, this was gonna be a pain later. You stuck out your tongue and played with the ring, rolling it around with the pad of pink muscle making him groan deeply and grip your hair tight. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough.

“Stop teasing me if you know what’s good for you.”

The edge in his voice was enough to make your walls clench. His usual voice was already hot as it is but when he’s mad? Oh the hint of danger under that dark cadence can make anyone spread their legs for him if he wanted to.

You licked your lips before taking in his head, the prince albert preventing you from taking any more of him in lest you choke and embarrass yourself. You’d bet your money that he’d love to hear that. The first frenum of the ladder would hit your teeth as you shallowly bob your head on his cock making a clinking sound and his groans seemed to get louder, deeper the more the sounds became more prominent. It hurt like hell and your lips were close to splitting with every firm push of your head on his cock, but when he hit your throat and you made a gagging sound he snapped.

“Fuck, get up.” He almost growled pulling your head up and pushing you face down on the couch, “Ass up troia and keep your head down. Spread those pretty legs for me.”

You bit your lip and spread yourself as ordered, the blood rushing in your ears making your vision a little hazy.

Risotto wasted no time. When he positioned himself behind you and spread your slick all over his flushed cock, he only gave you a few seconds to adjust to the huge stretch he forced into your cunt before he was pulling back until only the tip was inside and then pushing himself back in.

Your sounds were partly to blame for his impatience. He just couldn’t help himself when you’re whimpering his name so sweetly.

“C-capo…a-ahh…Ris~ffuck”

Risotto groaned placing a foot on the couch making his thrust hit you deeper, the Jacobs ladder rubbing harder against your walls as you squeezed his cock.

“This was what you wanted all along wasn’t it? Fucking you on your knees like a bitch in heat? Perhaps you want to cum too?” Risotto groaned behind you slapping your sensitive ass making you yelp, “Hmm, keep making those sounds and I’ll take pity on you and let you cum on my cock.”

“P-ple…please Riso…ah! Ris please…let m-me cum~”

Risotto was an easy man to talk to and not at all impervious to your sweet pleas, so when you finished your begging with a slew of cute whines and breathy moans he bent over, gripped your hips and gave it his all. Your whole body tensed when your orgasm hit, your legs giving up on you and your bottom only held up by Risotto’s grip as you moaned through your orgasm.

You kept on whimpering and begging for Risotto not to stop even as the high of your orgasm subsided, making him groan and pant behind you to chase his own release. The first hot spurts of his cum made you gasp and when he growled and slowly milked himself with the tightness of your walls, you found yourself cumming again with a shaky moan making him chuckle darkly.

“That’s right. Take my cum. Hmm Fuck, take it all.”