<Put a cock in her mouth and a gun in her hand.>
Pairing: Luca Changretta x Shelbey!sister
Warnings: manipulation, use of gun (kind of?), smut
Anon asked: āLUCA X SHELBY SISTER SMUT PLEASEEEE just imagine youngest shelby sister oc sneaking behind her brothers back to fuck the enemy ugh perfect.ā
When youāre lucid, you suspect Luca doesnāt even like you, and that heās doing it just to spit it in Tommyās face at the right moment.
Heās arrogant, proud and selfish by nature, but this has a stronger meaning. It almost feels like fucking thy enemy himself, and it gives him a rush he doesnāt want to give up on.
When you look at him, moaning so sweetly for him, clenching down on his cock in a grip so tight you almost push him out, chanting his name like a prayer, with those eyes that are Tommyās eyes, he sees a triumph.
Even if he looses, heās won, because heās quite literally taken a Shelby, and the most precious of them all. Undressing you satisfies him more than pulling the trigger on his worst enemy. And what makes his chest burst with pride is that you let him, and not just that. You wait for him, kiss him, want him; you press your naked body on his still clothed one, rub and purr on him like a kitten begging for attention. He gets hard instantly.
He sees right through your needs, and uses them right.
But even if thatās true, would you be able to get away?
He has something about him that fascinates you, but you canāt quite grasp what it is.
Is it just the looks? There is no denying he is not a man you can glance at once and forget. Is it the fine clothes? Probably the hair, or the way he walks like he owns every street.
He touches you like he owns you, too. You turn putty in his hands as his fingers play with your body, drawing imaginary masterpieces of art all over your skin, pinching your tender nipples hard enough to watch you frown and whimper. Some things almost hurt, but you never refuse him. He loves how you accept the pain and the pleasure, as long as he is the giver. You will simply lay there and mewl as he rubs, stretches and sucks, a smug grin on his lips as he watches you arch and contort under his ministrations.
He loves to look at your face while he takes you, but sometimes he maneuvers your limbs and has you on your hands and knees. And when he does, he will occasionally provide a few strikes on your buttocks, which make you startle and cause a sting and a redness that will remain for a couple of days. You find it exiting, and even if you didnāt, you would not protest but wait anxiously for him to soothe you as he holds you in his arms later.
Some things, you donāt understand; like the time he talked about wanting to take all of your holes, and you were perplexed until one of his long fingers slid between your cheeks and poked at your asshole, making you gasp at the suggestion. He doesnāt pressure you into it, not directly at least, but heās noticeably more affectionate when he talks you through it.
He loves showing you things you never knew, his perverse thoughts enjoy the idea of him initiating a young soul into the world.
He corrupted you. You are too blind to see it yourself, but for an outside spectator it is clear as day. He saw a sweet, innocent girl, put a cock in her mouth and a gun in her hand.
He wouldnāt let you pull the trigger when you first asked him, said it was too dangerous and not made for you, and that was a thought he shared with all of your brothers. The only one, as the rest of his thoughts about you required you being stark naked and very much close to his penis.
But he accepted letting you hold his personal gun without shooting, and after secretly unloading it. You sit on his bed giggling and he sits behind you; legs still entangled and partially covered by the white sheets, you let him adjust your posture and maneuver your fingers around the handle. His hands cover yours, and so you take your aim like that, with his chin resting on your shoulder, your arms slightly trembling at the weight of the weapon.
A perverse thought crosses his mind. He lowers his arms, yours inevitably following, and proceeds slipping the piece of iron from your grasp and letting it travel on your front, until it reaches your throat and points up to raise your chin towards him. He smirks when you donāt move.
How he wishes his enemy could see it, the way you lay so comfortably in his arms, letting his hand roam freely on your pliant body and squeeze your breasts before traveling between your legs, even widening them for him before heās reached the spot to grant him an easier access, all while his other hand traces your face with a deathly object.
Youāre not afraid. He doesnāt even know if you should be, because yes, your name is still on his list, but he shivers at the thought.
He looks at your sleeping form, your body still hot and sweaty from your activities, but peaceful. He touches your lips, and an image of your face, blue lips, pale and cold, flashes before his eyes.
You donāt wake up as he takes you in his arms and holds you close, nor when his lips press on your forehead and then the tip of your nose. Your complete trust in him evokes a sudden urge to protect, to care, to earn it. Itās pure, and so sincere it makes him want to cry.
He sighs. Heās gotta go over his plan.
A./N. Literally my first request. I realized thereās absolutely no dialogue when I finished it, but Iām gonna post it anyway otherwise it will take another month lol. Iām sorry if itās not exactly what you asked for (whoever you is), hope you can enjoy still!š
