#caesar oneshot

Her hair wrapped around his hand and pulled back, he angled her head back so his plump lips could suckle at the skin of her elegant neck, the ruby necklace he'd gifted her being the only thing she was wearing, falling forward with every thrust of his into her, jerking her body forward. The Italian, though usually very particular, didn't seem to mind at all her slick making a mess out of herself and his own thighs---in fact, he loved the way her wetness only made her so much easier to fuck into oblivion, and made the act so much more intimate, knowing she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.

He moaned her name, throwing his head back, some strands of his platinum blonde hair still sticking to his forehead as he began to sweat, pushing both their bodies to the limit as they both wondered just how many rounds they can take.

And right before her walls started clenching around his cock burrowed deep inside her for maybe the fourth or fifth time for the night, he pulled out of her, causing her to whine in protest and try to grab him from behind, tears forming at the corners of her eyes as frustration filled her.

Caesar shushed her gently, capturing her lips in a sloppy French kiss, before brushing her hair back tenderly.

"Be patient, I'm not done yet," his sweet voice washed over her, and she shuffled in her seat, as he picked her up by the waist, readjusting their position so they were both seated with their feet dangling off the bed, and her glistening eyes widened as she looked in front of her, her back pressed into his chest, realization dawning over her.

His teeth nibbled at the hickey's he'd left in his wake, "I'm gonna fuck you in front of the mirror," he slowly spoke, words carrying the promise in his deepened voice, "I want you to see how pretty you look when you're spreading your legs for me."

With three final pecks to her neck, jaw, and lips, her breath hitched in her throat as she watched his reflection, lining up his tip with her entrance, and stuffing her to the hilt with one thrust, a gasp falling from her lips, feeling full and too turned on by the sight of her being split open on his cock.

"Oh, fuck..."

"Told you you looked pretty," he chuckled, only giving her a second to ogle the sensual sight, before he began slamming up into her, her tummy bulging ever the slightest bit as his length pounded into her, over and over and bringing her back to the brink of climax.

His palm cupping her breasts, his deft fingers toying with her nipples, his hot breath down her neck, his teeth tugging at her ear, and the veins of his cock rubbing against her pulsing walls with every thurst---everything about him was overstimulating her at that second. She felt him everywhere, all over her and inside her, and she could only choke on her sobs as white hot pleasure coursed through her veins.

"That's it, gattina¹, look at you," he panted, his finger lightly pushed her chin to settle on their reflection, the sight causing her cunt to squeeze him impossibly tight, and he let out a curse at the burning pleasure, his hips snapping ferociously upwards.

"Can't, 's too much!" she wailed, thighs quivering, yet her body had a mind of its own as her own hips ground down to meet his thrusts, and finally, the tears flowed down her red cheeks freely, "Your cock, I---feel so full. Fuck! 'S sososo good, 'm close."

She turned into a blubbering mess, torn between wanting him to fuck her senseless and not being able to keep up; the sight alone made Caesar's balls tighten, his impeding orgasm inching closer with every tear that slipped down her face and every cry of his name.

The couple was completely entranced, watching in the mirror how she arched her back and threw her head limply into his shoulder; how her tongue lolled out as she gasped for air; how he stretched her out with every pump and her arousal formed a ring of slick at the base of his cock; how his large hands cupped her breast and face in a possessive but loving hold; how his beautiful green eyes looked at her like he couldn't believe she was his to make love to.

"You know, you look real pretty when you cry," he gritted his teeth as he spoke over her wanton moans, "So pretty you'll make me cum, I swear. Mia bella piagnucolona²."

"'nside, want y' to cum inside," she babbled, barely coherent as she sniffled, "Please, please, wanna cum too."

"We'll cum together, tesoro³," he promised, his hips stuttering as his pacing grew erratic; wild even, "Mia bella principessa⁴," Caesar choked on his words, his grip tightening and his other hand slipping down to rub her clit, urging her to chase her own orgasm with him.

All it took were a few more half-thrusts, and she was sobbing in his arms, her entire body spasming as a shattering orgasm rippled through her, and he cried her name out, cock spurting warm ropes of cum inside her and painting her walls white as she trembled in his hold. Riding out their orgasm together, her drool-stained lips chased after his for another kiss, swaying hips slowly stilling to a halt, though her nerves all felt frayed with the way her climax had shaken her and taken her by storm.

If that was the way he fucked her when she cried, then she'd make sure to shed a few tears more often.

¹: kitten

²: my pretty crybaby

³: sweetheart

⁴: my beautiful princess

"You seem happy," they mumbled against his lips, as he pressed yet another loving kiss, gloved palms cradling their cheeks as he did, "Made a fool out of JoJo in front of Lisa Lisa, I presume?"

With a mischievous smirk, the blonde refused to give a verbal reply, only pecking them once or twice again, before hoisting them up by the waist from underneath him, falling back to the other side of the couch and pulling them up to straddle him. Their arms looped around his neck, and---apparently incapable of resisting the happy twinkle in his green eyes---leaned in to capture his mouth in another passionate kiss.

(And really, when were the Italian's kisses ever not passionate? They sometimes wondered if he ever knew how to kiss without his tongue caressing every crevice of their warm mouth, teeth tugging at their soft lips, laving and soothing the sting afterwards, kissing them numb and senseless whenever he could as his hands wandered all over their body, and squeezing their flesh into his palms lovingly).

When Caesar pulled away for a sharp intake of air, they couldn't help but feel a dash of annoyance and rolled their eyes, even though they knew that the oxygen was much-needed for their little make-out session.

He arched his eyebrow, "What's with the face?"

"I didn't tell you to stop kissing me," they huffed, kind of impatiently, kind of playfully, before tugging him in again by the neck, "Kiss me again."

And of course, Caesar couldn't deny them their request, not when they pulled out their most alluring and yet somehow innocent gaze. He knew he was a goner the moment they decided they wanted more of his affections---and honestly, he was in too good a mood to say no. He'd be a damn liar if he said he didn't want to kiss them just a little while longer.

And so, with only a chuckle of, "You're demanding," directed their way, they couple stayed in their blissful little haven on the couch, kissing and gasping and giggling and humming against each other, all so consumed by the other's presence that they hadn't even realized just how ruffled their appearance had become.

Only when he pulled away from a particularly sweet kiss to the side of their neck did Caesar notice just how thoroughly kissed out they looked, lips glistening and even a little swollen, but pulled into a dazed grin nonetheless. Even their hair was completely mussed up, and it tugged at something in his heart.

"Cristo," he muttered under his breath, a somewhat-lovestruck look on his face as his thumb traced their lips, "Sei così bella, potrei perdermi in te.¹"

Laughing breathlessly, they shook their head, "You're so cheesy, Caesar."

The blonde in question narrowed his eyes, teasingly poking their side, "Who was it who wrote me a love letter without signing their name and hid it under my door during training, like in some cliché romance movie?"

Blushing at the memory, they groaned in embarrassment, and hid their red face into his broad chest---much to his amusement---taking a few seconds to collect their flustered self, before they could muster a mumbled reply.

"I was pining for you, what did you expect? Besides, you make me cliché... but...I love it, I guess."

¹: Christ, you're so beautiful, I could lose myself in you.