#fingering?

Risotto was a busy man, he was the leader of la Squadra, after all. He sighed lightly as he side glanced at the towering pile of paperwork he still had to do. You, on the other hand, were never busy, hopping from job to job and 'freelancing' (Couch crashing but you liked to call it that.) at friends' houses, you didn't care what would happen tomorrow when it came to your work. Although you were super worried about Risotto's job and his health, you found it terrifying. Not the fact that he killed people, but the fact that he could get hurt or worse...

He always reassured you he was fine with that silky smooth voice of his, but you were still worried for him and wanted to spend every moment you weren't at work with him. Even if he was only doing minor missions, paperwork, planning with his team- You were always at his side, holding his hand tightly much to his annoyance and grumbling, and where were you right now?

You sat on his lap facing him, arms wrapped around his neck as your head rested on his chest. Your legs hooked over the arms of his black office chair, as his non-dominant hand was loosely wrapped around your waist- this position was very common for the two of you when he was doing his desk work. His massive size had no problem holding up your smaller one.

You gently snored as he grabbed papers filled them out, stamped them and put them in the finished pile for Melone or Prosciutto (most likely Prosciutto) to deal with. Then repeat. He was almost done when you stirred from your slumber, looking up at him with sleepy eyes. He continued with his labour. You frowned and pouted at how he wasn't giving you any attention.

Arching, to stretch your back, you felt his form tense up but relax when you let out a loud yawn. Slipping your left hand down from the back of his thick neck down to the exposed part of his pecks, pulling on the leather band and letting it snap back on his skin, he winced and scowled at your action. But in the end, continued on with his work.

You let out a giggle and buried your face in his chest, your left hand moving down lower. His abdomen tensed up and he halted in his work. He knew exactly what you were doing, with parted lips he let out a low deep chuckle, sending shivers run up your spine.

"What are you doing Cara?" He hummed, rubbing tiny circles with the tips of his fingers on the small of your back. it was calming.

His large hand that was happily on your waist travelled down. Till it gripped firmly on the fat of your ass, you let out a quiet gasp; he let out a rumbling chuckle. Your hand rested just above his belt buckle, playing with it. He squeezed your butt again after bringing his other hand down there. He held onto you while he regained his full size. Hearing his back crack and pop, him letting out a sigh of relief. Dropping you on his desk, a fluttering sound of paper flying softly in different directions.

His bugle was quite evident now as you stared up at him, he had a slight smirk on his face. Leaning down so that his lips were inches away from yours, you parted your lips and your hot breath fanned his face. He let out a low hum.

Then your lips connected, he was fast and rough but the kiss was full of love and passion like it always was. He pressed your body flush up against his desk, as the two of you feverishly made out.

Running your hands up and down his incredibly large and muscular back as it tensed and twitched slightly, his jacket long gone. He ground his boner into your thigh. You gasped loudly when one of his cold hands slid under your white button shirt-which was actually his- He took that chance to side his large tongue into your mouth.

Moaning as his hand glided up further to find that you weren't wearing a bra, he pulled away and raised an eyebrow. You opened your mouth to say something but he quickly interrupts that thought by pulling the shirt apart, buttons popping and flying off as he did so.

You whined at the feeling the cold hit the most sensitive parts of your chest.

Staring up at him with glossy eyes, he dipped his head down and kissed the top of your breast mumbling something incoherent. He glides his fingertips over your nipples making you bite your lower lip. Your nipples swelled and hardened as he pinched them, rolling them between his thumb and fingers. He smirked at how you whimpered and moaned from his touch. Rough or not.

The hot, needy heat between your thighs made your mind hazy with lust, his fingers raked down your belly to your black panties. Normally when you spent time with Risotto in this way, you only wore a shirt -again normally his- and panties.

The first time you had sex with Risotto. He was awkward and wondered why you weren't embarrassed after. Walking around the base with him and his team, as you were half-naked. Hair messy from the activities before.

Your cunt was now sopping, a prominent dark spot on the dark underwear. You brought a hand up, covering your hot face, you were so ashamed that your body became this way when he had barely touched you. A slut for him.

Pride swelled up in his chest, only he could make you feel this good, only he could please you in the lewdest and best way possible. Only his mouth, fingers and fat cock could make you scream his name as you orgasm over and over. His long fingers dipped under the fabric and brushed against your clit. You shuddered for the cold and bit into your palm.

Your panties were quickly thrown away after that, his face buried between your legs. Every time he went down on you, he got better, learning every perfect little spot to make you moan just a bit louder. Not that he didn’t have godly skills when he first went down on you.

His hot mouth sucked on your swollen and already sensitive clit, as 3 of his large and thick digits stretched your pussy out oh so perfectly. You mewled and bucked your hips up against his face, from the friction on your clit. Covering his lips and chin is your juices he loves. He hummed making you whine aloud, you were sure the rest of the La Squadra could hear you from the lounge room, but you didn't think about it for long, your IQ dropping the hornier you got. Plus your sure they're used to it now.

A jumbled string of moans came out as that tight knot inside of you, tightened.

Your toes curled and flexed as you let out a soft groan, your vision blurred as climaxed, the burning sensation running through your body like waves on a full moon. Your world went white as he continued his ministrations riding out your wonderful climax, overstimulating your pussy to almost soreness. He didn't let up, your moans and sobs music to his ears, as he proceeded to eat you out.

Keening and pulling on his hair harshly- his hat long ago abandoned. He let out another hum, making your hips shudder and try to move away from his ruthless mouth.