#victonny

“Y-yes! S-Sonny—” A loud moan escapes your lips as you rock your hips back against his. “Yes!”

“Every single year,” Sonny pants, giving both of your thighs a harsh smack before keeping them around his waist. “I want you fucking filled with my seed.”

“Mm!” You squeal out in pleasure—feeling your eyes prickle with tears from the euphoric sensations washing over your body again and again like shockwaves.

“I’m gonna have you like this—” Sonny leans down with a deep groan, pressing his forehead against yours. “Make you mine again.”

“I a-am,” you giggle breathily, catching Sonny’s lips in a deep, crushing kiss.

Moaning back in your mouth, Sonny doesn’t relent with his ruthless thrusting; keeping you pinned down upon the bed in a perfect bent missionary position.

With one hand wrapped around Sonny’s shoulder and the other scratching down his back, you roll your eyes back upon the rush of your orgasm beginning to approach.

“I’m gonna cum, baby,” Sonny grunts in your ear, “gonna cum in that sweet pussy of yours again—fuck,”

“Hey—” Carlo points a finger at you, “stay out of this. This is between my wife and I’m the one—” Carlo begins to shake Connie by her arms, “asking questions! This isn’t how you’re gonna treat me, you brat! Get me my fucking dinner!”

“NO!” Connie shrieks back, trying to fight against Carlo’s grip. “Let me go! Let me—”

“Carlo, STOP!” You cry out, attempting to intercept between the two to block an incoming blow towards Connie’s face. “Get your hands off of her!”

In a split second as adrenaline shoots through you, you gasp in surprise and flinch back feeling a heavy, sharp force strike you straight in the face.

The cool metal of Carlo’s wedding band scrapes against your cheek as you stumble and fly back from the impact of his punch—landing on your side upon the kitchn floor with a thud.

“Vaffanculo!” (Fuck you!) You hear Carlo shout back to you.

Only able to let out a pained grunt from the faint taste of blood between your teeth, you clutch onto your face and force your eyes open only to see a horrified Connie attempting to pull Carlo back and away from you only for a moment until you realize who they’re looking at.

Just across the kitchen and upon the bottom of the staircase, Sonny’s eyes meet with Connie, Carlo’s, then yours; Sonny’s eyes filled with an indescribable rage, boiling with fury.

“S-Sonny—” You attempt to speak, finding your words to be slurred through a mix of sharp pain and shaky breaths.

Your face throbs and aches from all sides and you can feel the tip and sides of your nose pulsating. There’s a sensation of heat stinging over your cheeks as blood drips down from your nose and onto your chin.

“You’re dead,” Sonny clenches his fists tightly, glowering at Carlo. “You’re fucking dead!”

The last thing you see before Sonny practically leaps at Carlo is his darkening expression consumed with bitter anger that only softens for a split second at the sight of you trembling on the floor and attempting to stop your nose from bleeding.

“SONNY!” Connie screams, scurrying back and away from both him and Carlo. “Oh my God!”

Sonny’s expression spells out nothing sort of “murder” while focusing on beating Carlo to a pulp and nothing more—completely catching you off guard.

Shocked and stunned, you don’t even realize that Connie’s kneeled down by your side attempting to comfort you as the only thing the two of you can do is watch Sonny’s anger and presence transform fully into cruelty.

Tears stream down your face from the unimaginable pain throbbing in your face every passing second as you clutch onto Connie, flinching with each blow that Sonny strikes Carlo with.

Pinning Carlo against the wall with his hand wrapped tightly around his throat, Sonny delivers punch after punch over Carlo’s face and aims for his nose—hitting harder and harder each time until you and Connie hear a sickening crack.

Carlo squirms helplessly against Sonny’s death choke grasp, howling in pain taking hit after hit before he crumples to the floor.

Everything seems to occur before you both in a matter of mere seconds as Sonny has no intention on cutting Carlo even a second’s worth of a break to compose himself and rise up again.

Kicking at Carlo’s ribcage and face, Sonny continues beating down on him and it’s only when Carlo attempts to reach for Sonny’s ankle does Sonny grab Carlo up from the ground by his shirt and throw him with every ounce of strength in his being against the wall again.

You can hear Connie saying your name and gently holding onto your arm just as Sonny turns around and huffs out in frustration—smearing off Carlo’s blood from his knuckles.

“Victoria, Victoria…”

“Vic,” Sonny grits his teeth, immediately kneeling down in front of you.

Your vision blurs from tears uncontrollably pooling in your eyes and as you attempt to speak back to Sonny, all you can let out are pained whimpers taking hold of you.

“Vic, baby, look at me. Look at me—God, Connie, go get her a fucking doctor! Right now!” Sonny gently embraces you in his arms, pulling you up on his lap. “Vic? Open your eyes. C’mon, c’mon—open your eyes, look at me…”

You let out a shuddering gasp, succumbing to the pounding and aching pain in your head as your eyes roll back and you slip into a state of unconsciousness.

“I called, I called!” Connie rushes back into the kitchen, flinching at the sight of an unconscious Carlo crumpled up against the wall. “Doctor Katherine is on her way—oh my God, Victoria! Is she okay?!”

“She’s unconscious,” Sonny rakes a hand through his curls, holding you against his body. “God fucking damn it! She’s pregnant, Connie. If anything happens to my baby because of Carlo, I swear to God I’ll—”

“He’s not breathing,” Connie gasps out; her hands beginning to tremble. “Sonny? Sonny… He’s not breathing.”

Sonny rolls his eyes, glancing back at Carlo’s limp body. “No, he’s fine, trust me. And his ass can stay there until I get Mike—wait until he hears about all of this. Fucking piece of fucking shit!” Sonny carefully scoops you up into his arms. “Look at what he did to my fucking wife! What the fuck happened here, huh?!”

“She tried to defend me,” Connie’s bottom lip trembles as she can barely speak properly throughout her sobs. “All she did was try to help me and then Carlo—”

“I’m gonna have to apologize to you in advance before Pop makes me fuckin’ do it anyway,” Sonny looks back at his sister. “For making you a widow.”

~

Almost two hours pass before you begin to regain consciousness in bed, snuggled in to keep warm by Sonny with the blood gently and carefully cleaned off by your husband as Doctor Katherine arrived and began to check your vitals.

Every time the wet cloth Sonny was using to clean your face brushed up against your bruise, it only spiked another rush of anger through him to see the sight of his injured wife unconscious because of what Sonny’s brother-in-law did to you.

“Is she gonna be alright?” Sonny’s tone of voice is still forceful.

“She will,” Doctor Katherine confirms, noting the swelling over your cheek. “She’s bruised and will only feel its discomfort, but I promise you that she’s doing okay.”

Sonny sighs in relief under his breath, holding your hand in his. “Jesus…”

“She was hit very hard and if you look carefully…” Doctor Katherine frowns, gesturing towards your bruise. “There’s a mark here that was probably from the impact of a ring or a piece of metal. She was hit very close to the face and might have even ended up suffering from a minor concussion if she hit her head on the floor.”

“I don’t even wanna think of that shit,” Sonny shakes his head, kissing the back of your hand. “It was either gonna be to her or my sister. Did you account for that rat?”

“Mr. Corleone…” Doctor Katherine frowns, straightening her posture. “Mr. Rizzi’s state is entirely different matter.”

“I didn’t ask you that,” Sonny narrows his eyes. “I asked you about his state.”

“He’s dead, sir."

“Great,” you hear Sonny mutter under his breath, watching you intently as you ever so gently stir from unconsciousness, attempting to open your eyes. “And if there’s anythin’ else you need to do…”

“No, sir. But please call me in if she’s having trouble with anything or you need my help,” Doctor Katherine gets the hint from Sonny he wants to be alone with you by the time you regain consciousness—beginning to exit the room.

“Victoria,” Sonny mumbles against the back of your hand, peppering kisses over it. “Baby..”

“Mm…” You whine quietly in pain, gazing at Sonny through half opened eyes.

“I know, I know,” Sonny frowns, “stings and hurts like a motherfucker, doesn’t it? Don’t worry, baby. That bastard’s not gonna hurt you or Connie ever again. I made fucking sure of it.”

You have neither the strength nor the energy inside of you to speak in any way, respond or even react—simply staring at Sonny in a state of dizziness as if you were in a dream, but hearing everything he has to say.

“I can’t blame him too much, baby,” Sonny tilts your chin up to face him, caressing the outline of your jaw. “You’re young, his only daughter and nothin’ short of perfect,” his eyes wander over your lips, “you know that? Your family wouldn’t have to look far and wide to find someone for you.”

You shrug glumly, resting your head nuzzled in Sonny’s neck. “I couldn’t care less about any of that. Father should consider you if he wasn’t so judgmental and over cautious about everything…”

Sonny purses his lips, stroking your hair with his free hand. “I can understand why a powerful man like your father wouldn’t want you to be with an enforcer. That won’t ever change the fact that you’re mine, baby.”

“I only want to be yours,” you breathe against his skin. “Nothing else matters to me right now. This is what we have… What I want.”

“You’ll never not be mine, you got that?” Sonny smirks down at you. “So what, you’ll scrawl your name on some fancy piece of paper with the word ‘marriage’ on it. You think I care about that? How’s that toilet roll supposed to know how you truly feel? You’re mine, Vic.” Sonny chuckles against your lips as you can’t help but smile back shyly. “You’re always gonna be mine, and if your father wanted you for Fredo or somethin’, trust me, I think he would have let you know by now.”

“And Sandra?” You whisper back, playing with Sonny’s cross necklace. “Your relationship with her?”

“No relationship is worth mentionin’ if the ‘woman of your life’ wants you bedding someone else for her own convenience, right? Forget her,” Sonny’s hands begin to wander up your chest, fondling your breasts. “Forget ‘em all. I already did. You got a whole lot more to worry about right now, Miss Ferrari.”

“Oh yeah?” Blushing furiously, you place your hands over top of Sonny’s, beckoning him to keep touching you all over. “Indulge me, Mr. Corleone. I think you’re teasing me.”

“I’m getting your mind off things,” Sonny gives you a wet kiss over the lips. “Because I want you to worry about how sore that pussy’s going to be once I have my way with it again…” Sonny’s free hand grasps his erect cock as he begins to position himself over top of you. “You’ve always loved that…”

“Oh God, please,” you writhe underneath Sonny, spreading your legs as wide as you can obediently. “You have no idea.”

“Signature on no paper don’t mean nothing,” Sonny grunts, spreading open your pussy with his fingers and grinning. “Not when you got my seed drippin’ out of you every day. Not when this pussy is mine…”

~

While many of the crime families in New York have more than enough eligible bachelors for you to choose from, your father knows better.

Giuseppe knows you’d like to be with someone as involved in the family business as you; no more, no less, which effectively eliminates the possibility of your father ever considering enforcers, capos, and buttonmen.

A bachelor in the middle ranks without too much attention or influence on him would be best, but you could care less for Don Tattaglia and Barzini’s sons and Giuseppe knew Bruno Tattaglia had his eyes on you for a while.

Don Ferrari also has no intention on having you enter a soulless, loveless marriage; very keen on your body language and expressions towards the bachelor’s you’ve met so far.

Simply telling your father you’re seeing Sonny is not and can never be enough to convince your father. Giuseppe would never consider the possibility of having a target willingly placed on you for marrying an enforcer—Sonny’s position or being involved directly in the family business more than you bargained for.

On the other hand, you and Sonny gave up a long time ago attempting to come up with justifications and explanations for your relationship.

You don’t feel as if it’s a “secret” per say, but that it’s shrouded in privacy and indeed better off if others didn’t know considering Sonny’s brutish reputation in the Corleone family and the fact you’re with a married man.

Avoiding danger and scandals, Sonny and you have already been committed to one another for the past two years. At the age of twenty-four now, you knew if you and Sonny had the chance and opportunity, that you two would have married long ago.

It’s still somewhat too painful for you to remember Sonny’s married and you can never take that away from him so as long as his family and yours doesn’t stand for a divorce over an adulterous relationship, but you’re easily able to forget it all when you’re with Sonny.

You know Don Corleone’s only eligible bachelor is Fredo Corleone, and your father also knows Fredo’s not so pleasant track record so you expect your “formal” meeting with the Corleone’s next week to go smoothly with a solid “no”.

What you expect, however, is seldom what you receive.

Thinking a polite “no” to marrying Fredo would suffice never even leads up to happen, as your father ignores Fredo’s presence in Don Vito Corleone’s office entirely.

While it’s your first time inside the Corleone estate and none are aware you personally know Sonny, formal introductions are made and go around the room as you pretend that the man standing across from you and leaning against the wall is just the enforcer of the Corleone family, and not the love of your life.

“My eldest son, Santino,” Vito gestures to Sonny who gives you a polite smile.

You blush furiously, nodding back at him and attempting to appear remotely confused and unfamiliar with Sonny.

“Your eldest?” A smile grows over your father’s lips, momentarily sparking some sort of hope in you. “Is he to succeed you, then?”

“He is,” Vito nods, which only brings a crashing wave of disappointment in your heart.

You can see the interest that lit up in your father’s eyes fade away just as quickly. You knew as much through Sonny, but this raises the question of extreme danger for a Don to be, and something your father doesn’t want for you.

Vito’s eyes meet with Giuseppe’s as he nods; he too is aware of what your father wants for you, and would never mention Fredo out of embarrassment and good faith.

“My youngest son Michael is an eligible bachelor,” Vito speaks up, gesturing to Michael who otherwise sits rather quietly and out of attention near Vito’s desk.

Blinking, you catch Michael’s eye as both of you look upon each other with moderate curiosity. It’s then that you miss the expression on Sonny’s face entirely; his world coming down at the possibility of you marrying Michael.

“He’s twenty-nine and just returned back from Sicily,” Vito continues and sees no objection from Michael in any way.

Your attraction to Michael spikes up then and there but it’s nothing compared to everything you have and feel for Sonny. No, it could never come close or harbor such passionate romance; you already know this from first glance at Michael.

Sonny bites down on his lip, staring deadpan at the floor as he overhears Vito and Giuseppe agreeing and pairing you with his youngest brother; Sonny was never even an option despite being the only man in the room that can ever make you happy and you can’t even say no.

“It’s settled then,” you hear your father say as your heart thunders in your chest and your cheeks flush scarlet with blush. “If the two can come to an agreement, they can marry.”

“Our two families will come together as one,” Vito agrees, “Michael, do you object?”

“No,” Michael replies plainly.

Sonny shifts his weight, beginning to grow uneasy and irritated, but holds himself together well as he continues to listen.

“And you, sweetheart?” Your father asks, “will you enter a courtship with Michael?”

“I will,” you answer, feeling your stomach knot up in anxiety; never have you answered with such defiance in your heart.

Feeling his heart break in his chest, Sonny’s eyes are full of venom watching his baby brother kiss your hand and attempt to charm with what Sonny calls half-assed small talk.

There isn’t a chance in hell Sonny will stick around to see the engagement ceremony or hear Michael woo you with sweet nothings and lavish gifts; there’s a silver lining to this that you both believe in now.

Neither of you care for the relationships you’re in. They’re a mask to society to show you’re married and a part of a family, but they’re meaningless and they’re nothing to both you and Sonny.

Your engagement to Michael let alone your marriage in the next three weeks won’t stand in the way of anything you and Sonny have.

“I’m going to be with you forever,” you whispered in his ear, feeling tears stream down your cheeks. “I don’t…. I don’t have your ring or your name on my wedding certificate, but you’re my husband. You are.”

“And you’re my bride,” Sonny squeezed both of your hands, looking you in the eye. “Nothing changes. Nothing.”

In truth, it was easier on you afterwards. Sonny already had to live a double life to be with you but luckily, Sandra’s barely involved in her own marriage these days.

You play the role of the Corleone housewife well, but you’re neither clingy, excitable or hopelessly affectionate with Michael who could care less about noticing if there’s a lack of passion in your marriage with him due to his increasing involvement with the family business eating up most of his time.

What you and Sonny have come to realize is that neither of you need to be careful or use protection anymore. Having twice as much more sex whenever possible as compared to once a week with Michael, only you and Sonny know the truth.

You already could sense you were pregnant a week before you and Michael had sex for the first time. The twins you carried inside of you—boy and a girl whom you both named Niccolo and Verona weren’t Michaels. Sonny had fathered those twins.

Because Michael noticed nothing off about the timing of your pregnancy nor was there any suspicion at all whatsoever about if you and Sonny were “close” by any regard, he was permanently clueless and indifferent.

Even when you had your third child and second son, Vincent, you knew it was Sonny’s. By 1960, you had already give birth to six of Sonny’s children and none of Michael’s.

Your family and the Corleone’s gleefully compared how he babies looked strongly from the Corleone side of the family with a good mix of everyone but when you and Sonny looked at your children, you saw each other’s facial features as clear as day.

“He’s clueless, so let him be clueless,” Sonny grasps his hand over your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “Wouldn’t want the baby brother to know how many times I knocked up his so called wife, huh?”

“Never,” you let out a breathy moan back, wrapping your arms around Sonny’s shoulders. “I don’t care either. Those are our babies. Those are…” Confidence wanes from your throat as your voice trails off. “I…”

“No, no, no,” Sonny shakes his head, “look at me, baby. Look at me.”

“Sonny, they’ll grow up and—” your throat tightens from emotion, “and if they look like you—or, o-or we have to tell them the truth eventually. They need to you you’re their father and—”

“And they will,” Sonny reaffirms, looking you in the eye. “I promise you.”

“How?” You croak back, tears spilling from your eyes. “How would we even do that?”

“More, more…” You squeeze your eyes shut, beginning to move your hips back to meet Sonny’s slow rhythm.

“Only if you promise you’re going to be a good girl this time,” Sonny gives your ass a playful smack, “or I won’t give you what you want.”

“Doubt you can hold back,” you giggle breathily, looking back at Sonny over your shoulder.

“Don’t tempt me, sugar,” Sonny chuckles, licking over his lips before leaning over and kissing you sloppily over the mouth. “I wanna make a mess inside that sweet pussy.”

“All yours, daddy,” you moan softly in Sonny’s mouth as he begins to pick up his pace, thrusting into you faster.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” Sonny tugs a fistful of your hair, arching your back again as he begins to ram his cock into your pussy.

SMUT PROMPTS (18+ only).

Alternative ending to Chapter 32: Part 2 - What if Sonny got Victoria pregnant and she kept the baby?

Victoria constantly being horny for Sonny.

Alternative ending to Chapter 32: Part 3 - Victoria and Sonny sleep together.

Alternative ending to Chapter 32: Part 4 - 3+ rounds more of sex.

Sonny and Victoria continuing their affair with no suspicion or being found out.

Victoria and Sonny continue their affair - Victoria gives birth to Sonny's daughter Luciana and son Angelo.

Victoria being insatiably aroused for Sonny.

Sonny and Victoria continue their affair - Both of them only sleep with one another from now on.

Sonny x Victoria's tits.

Victoria telling Sonny to breed her/knock her up.

Pregnancy sex while Victoria is pregnant with Sonny's baby.

Victoria teasing/riling up Sonny.

Pregnancy sex after New York.

Once you have some of Sonny, you can never get enough.

Victoria breaks her one time rule for Sonny.

Victoria loves creampies.

Sonny and Victoria keeping up normal appearances throughout their affair but getting lost in each other inbetween.

Sonny and Victoria sneak off to a tropical vacation.

Alone for three weeks, Sonny and Victoria make use of the entire estate.

AU: Sonny and Victoria had an affair before Victoria met Michael.

Halloween SINspired.

"I know you want me more than Michael."

Victoria calling Sonny 'daddy'.

"I'm going to get you pregnant again and again..."

NON-SMUT PROMPTS (18+ still applies).

Michael kills Sonny and Victoria after finding out about their affair and 2 children together.

Sonny and Victoria being casually affectionate with one another in front of family.

Victoria confesses to Sonny she wants to have more children with him.

What Sonny and Victoria have together is true love.

Sonny nicknames Victoria "Vicky".

Sonny finds out Michael's cheating on Victoria.

Sonny and Victoria continue their affair elsewhere.

Victoria confesses her love, craving and desire for Sonny.

Victoria pregnant with Sonny's third child.

Soft loving affection and time spent together.

Victoria and Sonny's children calling Sonny as their father.

Michael kills Sonny and Victoria after finding out about their affair and 2 children together.

Sonny and Victoria replace their wedding bands together.

Sonny and Victoria fake their deaths and run off together.

Sonny and Victoria fake their deaths and run off together: Sonny's children confront them.

Love into Lies: The End – Michael finds out about Sonny and Victoria's affair.

Remake Married AU: Carlo punches Victoria and Sonny responds to his wife being hit.

AU: Sonny receives Luca Brasi's Sicilian message with Victoria by his side.

AU: Knocking on Sonny and Victoria's door.

Victoria never feeling more loved in her life than she does with Sonny.

Sonny assembling furniture topless + Victoria's arousal.

Victoria confesses to Sonny she wished she could have married him in the first place.