#calafiori

pairing: riccardo calafiori x fem!reader warnings: smut wc: 1.2k

you were drunk and pissed all because your husband decided it was time to leave the bar. he threw you over his shoulder, patted your ass, and walked out, ignoring the curious glances of the gawkers, as if it were perfectly normal for him to have to escort his drunk wife out of the bar on a friday night.

on the way home, you decided to punish him with silence, constantly staring at the highway stretching along, even though the best view was right at your fingertips, and you knew it so well but had to act tough. fomo started building inside you; your drunk friends were now swaying to the music or taking another sip of vodka mixed with cola, and you were stuck in the car like a little, disobedient girl whose dad took her home because “c’mon honey, we have to go, it’s getting late”.

your husband. riccardo. those were the exact words he said to you before he forced you into the car. how could he do this to you? right at the moment when the dj started playing your favorite song! 

you huffed something rude under your breath, leaned back in your seat, arms folded, and lips pouted. every time he tried to touch your thigh you dramatically pushed his hand away and huffed in annoyance.

“such a brat,” he tsked and shook his head. “ya want me to teach you a lesson?”

you glared at him, your chest tightening with a mixture of irritation and heat you refused to acknowledge. you loved it when he was like this—cocky, untouchable, acting as if your tantrums were nothing more than a mild breeze. it made you want to tear that cockiness apart.

“how about i teach you a lesson, hm?”

slowly, you shifted in your seat. you kicked off your heel, the soft skin of your foot meeting the fabric of his charcoal trousers. you didn't start bold; you just let your toes brush against his lap, a tentative, teasing ghost of a touch.

“for fuck’s sake, y/n. not when ‘m driving.” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, his eyes traveling down your body.

“eyes on the road then, baby.” you sassed but he already had other plans. 

it took him only seconds to pull off to the side of the road and kill the engine.

“you, little missy- are such a pain in my fucking ass.” he whispered, clenching his hands on the steering wheel.

“me?!,” you snapped. “oh, forbid a woman have fun with her friends!” you shouted.

you let your eyes fall and freeze when your eyes land on the bulge in his pants. the bulge that certainly wasn’t there before, not that you looked. and now you couldn’t tear your eyes away from it.

your eyes raised to his face once more and your heart stopped for a moment when you met his gaze. you were caught now.

swallowing hard, you glanced at his crotch once more then turned to look out your window, squeezing your thighs together in an attempt at fighting the warmth that was quickly spreading.

“i swear i’ll fuck that brat outta you.” his voice dropped low, lazy, but there was nothing soft about it. he palmed your ass, fingers sinking deep into the meat of your thighs, rocking your hips against him, his hands all on your body.

thumb dragged under your chin—forced your head up, made you look him dead in his eyes while he grinded your hips down. slow and lazy. 

“c’mon, amore,” he cooed in your ear. “is it really so terrible to let the person you love—who loves you—take care of you?”

“no,” you whispered, “it’s not.”

“yeah… that’s right. look at me baby” he commanded, clearly satisfied with your answer. “bravissima. fuck, i’m so lucky to be your husband.”

you tried to swallow the sound that climbed up your throat but it slipped anyway. your hands clawed weak at his shoulders. nowhere to go. nowhere to hide. he dragged you up, then rocked your hips back down—grinding your cunt right against the bulge straining under his sweats.

you gasped. whining softly. “....rickyyy…”

“no. no, don’t start whinin’ now. wasn’t whinin’ when you were actin’ crazy earlier, huh? say sorry first.”

your mouth stumbled. stammered. “…i—i’m sorry—”

“nah. say it right.” his hand cracked down against your thigh—smack!—made you jolt. “say you’re sorry for being a fuckin’ mouthy little bitch who don’t know how to act.”

it splintered something in you. but you say it. you always do. “…i’m sorry for… f-for being a mouthy little bitch—”

after placing a few more kisses, he moved his seat back, you lowered yourself to the ground and pushed his legs apart. you stared up at him through your lashes. his hand came to rest on the back of your head. 

your eyes glinted with mischief as you leaned in close to his crotch and very slowly slid your tongue along his clothed bulge. he clenched his jaw so hard you worried it would chip his teeth. his voice turned shaky for a moment before he cleared his throat, trying hard to steady it.

“what are you waitin’ for? be a good wife and suck my dick.”

without breaking eye contact, you finally submitted and unzipped his pants. a low groan tore from his mouth at the sight of you kneeling before him—face feverish, lips parted ready to take him whole in your mouth, eyes burning with lust.

he moved closer, guiding his cock toward your plump lips. “apri.”

you slowly opened your mouth, strings of saliva already beading between your tongue and the roof of your mouth. riccardo’s breathing was heavy as he slowly guided his cock into the warm expanse.

"ahh.. hmm. yes, like that… you know exactly how to do it… porca troia.." riccardo suddenly pushed your head much further down, holding you there for a few seconds and making you gag.

you pulled herself free, breathing heavily. "idiot, don't do that." he chuckled softly, leaning in to kiss your cheek. "scusa. continua, per favore."

your hands rested on his strong thighs, your eyes watery as you looked up at the man who had his cock deep down your throat again. his eyes flutter open, meeting yours, and he let out a sound that came off half growl and half choke.

“stay like that,” he grunted. “keep those pretty eyes on me.”

you did exactly as you were told and kept your eyes locked on his. tears streaked down your face from the ache of your jaw being stretched open, but your pain was ricky’s pleasure. his jaw hung loose as his hips picked up speed, fucking your mouth deeper and making you gag.

“god, those eyes,” he moaned, his grip in your hair tightening. “cazzo—gonna cum. look at me while i cum inside this tight little mouth.”

“i'm close..” he nearly whimpered, hips bucking up and his grip on your hair tightening. “fucking tease. this what you wanted, huh?” he drawled, holding your head in place and lifting his hips to force his cock even deeper.

you swallowed his load gratefully and pulled off of his cock to clean it up with your tongue, painting long stripes. you sucked softly on his tip before kissing it once, satisfied from making him fall apart. 

Our Richy in the away kit photoshoot in Girona alongside JT, Myles, and Piero for Mundial Mag. Read full article here :