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mrs-gucci · 4 years ago
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Gucci’s Girl [REPOST] {Maurizio Gucci x Reader}
author’s notes: hellooo! I originally wrote this story as an ‘x OC’ because that’s what I was writing at the time, but I decided to change it into an ‘x Reader’ story since that’s what more people like to read!
**I used a translation application for the Italian in this story. Apologies if there are any typos and/or incorrect sentences/grammar. Italian sentences/words are in italics throughout the story with translations after the sentences in parenthesis.
**This is MY OWN INTERPRETATION of Maurizio Gucci’s character, as portrayed by Adam Driver in the upcoming film, House Of Gucci.
warnings: smut. fluff. grinding. multiple orgasms. pretty vanilla sex.
(possible) tw’s: infidelity (he’s engaged, not married).
SMUT under the CUT!
“Tesoro” means “Treasure” in Italian (an affectionate nickname).
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“Y/N, will you stay after for a bit?”
Mr. Gucci walks over to your desk.
“I need to ask you something.”
You nod, smiling up at your boss.
“Of course, Mr. Gucci.”
Inside, you were panicking. 
He’s never asked you to stay after work before, except on your first day, which made sense.  But this doesn’t make sense… 
He returns the smile.
“Excellent. Just come to my office.”
You continue to work, faxing and typing away until the clock read five. 
Everyone else begins to pack up and bids you farewell as you make your way up to Mr. Gucci’s office.
The wooden door has never looked more intimidating than it does in this moment, as you raise your knuckles and knock.
“Entra in.” (Come in.)
You take a deep breath before you turn the handle, forcing a smile on your face.
He looks so scary and intimidating when he sits at his desk, a fact that, when you told him, made him laugh.
“Ah, yes, Y/N. Come in, sit down.”
The chairs in his office are top-of-the-line, a refreshing change from the less-than luxurious chairs out on the floor.
Mr. Gucci lights a cigarette and takes a drag before standing up and walking around to take a seat in the chair next to you.
When he sees your confused expression, he laughs softly, taking another drag.
“I know you think I look scary sitting back there, and I don’t want you to be scared of me.”
Your eyes go wide.
“O-Oh, that’s not what I meant—“
“I know, tesoro.”
He chuckles, eyes flickering over your face before he speaks again. 
“So, the annual House of Gucci Ball is coming up, as you know.”
You nod.
“And, I was wondering...would you want to...come with me?”
Your stomach drops.
“W-What?”
The CEO looks incredibly flustered and anxious, a new look for him.
“My fiancée isn’t feeling well and as the head of the House, I really don’t want to go alone…”
In a bold move, you reach out and gently place your hand over his. He looks up at you, and you smile.
“I’d, uhh, I’d love to go, sir. It would be my pleasure.”
“Great.”
The corners of his lips tug up into a genuine smile and his eyes dart away from yours as he takes another drag.
“I’ll have the company tailor come in tomorrow and take your measurements for a gown. And you’ll come here three hours beforehand in order to have hair and makeup done.”
You’re still partially in shock as he discusses dresses and makeup and hair. 
It’s become clear to you over the past few weeks that he has feelings for you, and you think they’re the same feelings that you have for him. 
But obviously, neither of you can act on them, no matter how badly you wish you could. He’s set to be married in a few months, and there’s a very strict company policy that forbids relationships between workers and their supervisors.
So, it left this unresolved tension between the two of you, and you literally just agreed to spend an entire night at an event with him.
The reality hits and you feel lightheaded.
Oh my god, I’m going to the company ball with Maurizio Gucci.
Four Weeks Later
The elevator dings and you step out into the now-vacant office. You see several people standing around a portable salon setup, and they all turn to look at you.
“Miss Y/N?”
One of them asks.
You nod.
“Si.” (Yes.)
They quickly sit you down in the chair and begin applying makeup and doing your hair.
-
You’re tearing up a little bit as you look at yourself in the mirror. Clad in a long, form-fitting gown and in full hair and makeup, you look and feel like a princess.
The stylist hands you a small accent clutch and almost immediately after, the elevator dings, and Mr. Gucci steps out, clad in a snappy black suit, not unlike what he wears at work everyday. 
That man is never not in a suit, you’ve learned.
His eyes go wide as you step down from the small platform. Your cheeks warm under his intense gaze.
The stylist looks nervous as his eyes roam your figure. 
She speaks up a moment later, voice meek.
“Il vestito e il trucco soddisfano i suoi standard, signore?” (Does the dress and makeup meet your standards, sir?)
He tears his eyes away from you, and nods at the stylist.
“Ha superato le mie aspettative.” (It’s exceeded my expectations.)
You’re blushing madly now, unable to meet his eyes as you feel him looking at you again.
Soon, the stylist packs up and leaves just you and Mr. Gucci alone. 
He clears his throat, breaking the silence.
“You look...beautiful, absolutely beautiful, tesoro.”
You bite your lip as you look up at him, absolutely starstruck by his handsomeness. He somehow manages to look better and more attractive every time you see him. 
“You’re too sweet, sir.”
He takes your hand, kissing your knuckles. 
“Please, I’m Maurizio tonight.”
You nod, trying his name on your tongue. 
“Maurizio.”
Mr. Gucci smiles as he releases your hand.  “We have a few minutes before the car gets here...would you like some water? Espresso?”
“I’m alright, but thank you.” You say. 
A few moments of sexually-charged silence lingers between you two.
“Thank you for agreeing to join me tonight.”
He says suddenly.
“I always enjoy our time together, Y/N.”
You smile.
“Me too.”
“Really? You do?”
Maurizio blushes slightly.
“It’s just...I’m an old man, you’re a young woman...”
You chuckle as you reach out to hold his hand.
“You’re not old, sir—Maurizio. And yes, really, I do enjoy our time together.”
“I’m glad.”
He says, eyes flicking down to your lips as he leans in a little bit.
Wait...what? Is he gonna… Fuck, oh god, this can’t happen...
Honk!
He flinches at the sound, standing up straight and clearing his throat.
“I guess the car is here.”
You chuckle nervously as he holds out his hand, and you take it, walking alongside him to the elevator. 
It’s a short drive to the hotel and when you two arrive, there are swarms of paparazzi, all crowding around the car when the driver pulls to the curb. 
Maurizio clearly sees your overwhelmed expression and tension, reaching over to squeeze your hand. 
“Don’t worry, tesoro. Just stay by my side and don’t answer any of their questions, yes?”
You nod and he gets out, walking around to open your door and help you out of the car. Immediately, when the press sees that you’re not his fiancée, the cameras flash even more rapidly and voices overlap one another. 
“Sei la nuova fidanzata di Maurizio?” (Are you Maurizio’s new girlfriend?)
“Maurizio, dov’e la tua fidanzata?” (Maurizio, where’s your fiancée?)
“Strumento a mano.” (Gold digger.)
“Puttana americana.” (American whore.)
They were all basically on top of you, asking so many questions and saying so many things about you, it was incredibly overwhelming.
Suddenly, Maurizio’s voice boomed through the crowd, and everyone fell silent.
“Lasciala in pace!” (Leave her alone!)
His arm wraps tighter around your waist, pressing you even further into his side as he walks you both into the building. The cameras and crowds were almost completely silent, still, and you were just trying to process it all as the two of you walked into the event, you still tucked into his side.
He stopped just inside the door and let you go, taking your hands instead, eyebrows furrowed with worry. 
“Are you okay, tesoro? They didn’t hurt you, did they?”
You shake your head, still trembling a little bit. 
“N-No, I’m okay, just a little shaken up.”
“They’re vicious and relentless...mi dispiace. I should’ve warned you about them beforehand, but I’m relieved that you’re okay.” (I’m sorry)
“It’s okay, Maurizio, really.”
You smile sadly.
“Thank you for helping me.”
He wraps an arm around you again, gently squeezing your hip before rubbing it lightly. 
“Of course, anything for mi tesoro. I’m indebted to you for joining me tonight.”
You’re blushing, eyes darting away from his. 
“Oh no, that’s not necessary. It’s an honor to accompany you, and I’m sorry that my presence caused so much trouble for you, with the press.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
He smiles, eyes lingering on you for a moment before guiding you into the massive ballroom. 
You’re absolutely stunned by the beauty of it, the chandeliers glittering on the ceiling as they illuminate the entire room. 
Maurizio seems to notice your staring, and pauses as well, chuckling softly. 
“It’s very pretty, isn’t it?”
You turn to him and nod, smiling. 
“It’s beautiful.”
Once you get inside and take your seats, Maurizio is immediately flocked with people wanting to speak with him. Some of them give you a judgemental glance or gaze, and you just look away, taking another sip of your wine. 
This is gonna be a long night.
-
Naturally, Maurizio has been talking to people nonstop all night, which was expected of course, but for some reason, you’d sort of hoped he’d make some time for just the two of you. You genuinely enjoy his company, he’s actually really kind and funny when he’s not in ‘work mode’. 
Why would he do that for you? You’re just his replacement date, Y/N, nothing more.
So, you sit back in your chair and casually nibble at the new dinner course that was put on your plates a few minutes ago. 
A dance song begins to play and suddenly, Maurizio stands up and holds his hand out for you. 
“Would you like to dance, mi tesoro?”
“Absolutely.”
You blush, biting your lip as you stand up.
He places his hand on the small of your back as you two walk onto the floor. You wrap your arms around his neck while he places his hands on your waist, holding you close as the two of you begin gently swaying to the slow tune. 
“It’s nice to step away from the table for a bit.”
He says, chuckling. 
“I only see these people once a year, so they always want to talk the night away.”
You laugh. 
“I understand, and I’m happy that I could provide an excuse for you to get away, even if only for a few minutes.”
“You’re anything but an excuse, Y/N.”
Maurizio says, blushing a bit. 
“I’ve been wanting to make some time to spend with you, but I haven’t gotten the opportunity. I’m sorry for that, this must be tedious for you.”
You shake your head. 
“No, it’s alright, although I do respect your fiancée much more now that I understand what happens at events like this.”
You jest, and he laughs.
“But, in all seriousness, I’m fine. You shouldn’t feel any obligation to keep me entertained, I understand my role for tonight.”
His face sinks ever so slightly, but he still smiles nonetheless. 
“I did hope to spend some time with you, though. Like I said, I enjoy spending time with you.”
The song suddenly ends and a much more upbeat one takes its place. 
Maurizio’s face seems to light up, and he smiles widely. 
“Are you ready?”
“Ready for what?”
You’re suddenly lifted up and spun around. You laugh the entire time and he continues spinning you. 
The whole world seems to fade and suddenly, it’s just you two on the dancefloor. 
Your eyes are glued on one another as he sets you back down, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile so genuinely. You briefly wonder how many of these moments he gets to have with his job.
You’re still laughing as he takes your hand and tries to twirl you around. He’s laughing along with you as you start to twirl, but you forgot how long your dress is, and you start to fall backwards.
A strong arm reaches down and scoops you up before you can hit the floor, and suddenly, you’re centimeters away from his face, his breath tickling your skin. 
He’s still smiling as he slowly stands back up with you in his arms. 
“Be careful, tesoro. We’re not taking any trips to the emergency room tonight, okay?”
You smile, unable to bring yourself to take your eyes off of him as you’re placed back onto your feet, his arm still around you, holding you close. 
You allow yourself, for the first time since your internship began, to take in all of his features. You let your eyes drink in his beauty and it feels like time has stopped. He’s even more handsome up-close, his pale skin a stark contrast to his dark eyes and the freckles sprinkled across his features. 
Before you know it, he leans forward and rests his forehead on yours, his lips so close now.
“Voglio davvero baciarti, tesoro.” (I really want to kiss you right now, treasure.)
He whispers.
His voice is so deep, yet soft and full of yearning. It sends a chill down your spine.
“Non ti fermero, bello.” (I’m not going to stop you, handsome.)
“Bene.” (Good.)
He leans forward the rest of the way and your lips connect in a tender embrace. 
You close your eyes and let your hand reach up to cradle the side of his face. 
He soon pulls away, a face-splitting grin on his face. 
You’re wearing a similar expression.
“Mi chiedevo quando l’avresti finalmente fatto.” (I was wondering when you were finally going to do that.)
You giggle, nuzzling your nose against his slightly.
Maurizio laughs softly.
“Mi chiedevo quando avrei dovuto farlo anch’io.” (I was wondering when I was going to do it, as well.)
The moment is quickly ruined when you realize exactly where you are, and you’re afraid to know how many people saw that. You quickly stand up straight and so does he, both of you taking a small step away from each other as you straighten yourselves out. 
When you turn back towards the table, all of the people stare right at you, and you feel your face get hot. You look up at Maurizio when he comes up beside you.
“I think I’ll just catch a cab back to the house…”
You say, looking down.
He looks over at the table, seeing his work colleagues giving you judgemental glares. His finger gently lifts your chin until you’re looking up at him again.
“Let me take you back, tesoro. It’s the least I can do, and we can talk about...everything.”
You nod. 
“I’m really sorry about this…”
Maurizio shakes his head. 
“No, tesoro, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have done that in such a public space.”
Your cheeks get warmer. 
“Are you saying that you still would’ve done it?”
His cheeks go pink as he looks away. 
“Yes, I still would’ve kissed you, Y/N.”
Is this real?
He clears his throat, placing a hand on the small of your back.
“Why don’t you go up to the front while I retrieve our stuff from the table? I’ll make sure that no one says anything or thinks poorly of you.”
“Thank you.”
You say, smiling. 
“I’ll get them to call us a cab.”
He’s at the table for about five minutes while you wait by the door, anxious for what’s to come. 
“Sorry, mi tesoro, they tried to tell me that I shouldn’t leave early. But, I insisted on seeing you safely back to your house.”
“If you need to stay…”
You begin, but are quickly stopped.
“No, I’m going with you.”
You’re so flattered that he would leave the biggest company party of the year just for you. You.
The cab arrives shortly after and you two walk out into the warm Italian night air, hopping into the car. His hand rests gently on your thigh as the car pulls away from the curb. 
He sighs.
“I’m sorry that I got you involved in this. My life is...complicated, especially as someone constantly under the public eye.”
You don’t even want to ask this next question, but you have to.
“Maurizio, are you still engaged?”
His head turns away to look out the window.
“I’m not sure.”
Your eyebrows furrow. “What do you mean, you aren’t sure? It’s a yes or no question.”
“Patrizia left me last night and she hasn’t come back.”
He says, choking up a bit.
You gently put your hand over his and he looks over at you.
“I’m really sorry, that’s...terrible. Did she say why?”
“I told her that I was taking you tonight, and she got upset.”
He sighed. 
“She asked me if I had feelings for you, since I talk to her about you almost every day…”
“You talk about me?”
Maurizio smiles softly, nodding. “Of course I do. Ever since you’ve been here, the office has been...happier. I’ve been happier.”
You take a deep breath, trying not to freak out over what you’re hearing.
“S-So, when she asked you if you had feelings for me...what did you tell her?”
He turns fully to the side, bringing a hand up to cup your face.
“Le ho detto la verita, che mi sono sentito per te sin dal primo giorno in cui sei entrato in ufficio.” (I told her the truth, that I’ve felt for you since the first day you walked into the office.)
You can’t help but smile as your face warms again, eyes darting away from his as he continues.
“Sono un uomo migliore con te nella mia vita, tesoro.” (I’m a better man with you in my life, treasure.)
“Maurizio, I…”
You begin, trying to find the right words.
“Lo so che non dovrei, ma mi sento anche per te.” (I know I shouldn’t, but I feel for you, too.)
He smiles, leaning in closer.
“Qual e la ragione dell-amore senza rischi?” (What is the point of love without risk?)
This time, you close the gap between your lips. His other hand comes to hold your face as you kiss, so much passion and want in every movement of your lips together. 
You move closer, legs draping over his lap.
Just as you make a move to sit on his lap, the cab pulls up to your house, forcing you apart.
Both of you are panting softly, eyes staring deep into each other’s.
“Tesoro, ti prego, faccio l’amore stasera.” (Treasure, please, let me make love to you tonight.)
He leans in and crashes your lips together again, this kiss filled with urgency, with lust, with need.
You nod, biting your lip.
“Ti voglio. Ho bisogno di te, per favore.” (I want you. I need you, please.)
Maurizio smiles, paying the driver before quickly hopping out of the car, rushing around to let you out. As soon as you step out, you’re swept up off your feet and carried bridal-style to the front door. You unlock the door and he quickly closes it with his foot. 
You reach up and begin planting kisses on his neck, enjoying the way he sighs softly. 
“Which one is yours?”
He asks, breathily.
“Upstairs, the loft.”
He makes his way up the small flight of stairs. 
“Is anyone else here?”
You nod. “They’re all on the first floor.”
Maurizio hums, gently placing you down on the bed before shedding his suit coat, hanging it on your desk chair, followed by his tie. He takes off his loafers and socks, placing them beneath his other clothes.
You’d barely gotten your heels off at the point. He laughs when he turns around and sees you struggling to get the shoes off. He quickly pulls it off and tosses it on the floor, holding your foot while he kisses your ankle and calf. 
He takes a moment to look at you laid back on the bed, once neatly done hair loosened, makeup a bit smudged. His lips pulled up into a smile, teeth playfully scraping at your ankle bone. 
“You have too much on, mi tesoro.”
You smile, standing up and turning away from him, silently asking him to unbutton and unzip your dress. He steps up behind you, breaths hot on your neck as his fingers work the buttons. 
His lips begin planting kisses on your shoulders, soon undoing the zipper, freeing you from the dress. You step out and stand before him in just your underwear, looking away as his eyes rake over your figure. 
Your cheeks grow hotter when you look down to see the tent growing in his dress pants.
“Etereale.” (Ethereal.)
He mutters, fingers working the buttons of his shirt, gently tossing it with his other clothes before working at the buckle on his belt. 
“Formidabile.” (Gorgeous.)
The leather belt was soon tossed onto the growing pile of clothing. He unbuttons his pants before stepping forward again, now almost right up against you. 
His hand wraps around your wrist and brings your palm to the tent in his pants, growling softly when it touches. He leaned forward, lips at your ear.
“For you, tesoro. All for you.”
You shudder as his lips plant kisses all over your neck while his hands roam your bare body, fingers teasing your breasts.
“You’re so sensitive.”
He breathes, hands squeezing your breasts gently. 
“When was the last time someone touched you like this, hm?”
“It’s been a w-while.”
You say, gasping when his thumb rolls over your pebbled nipple. 
“O-Oh…”
Maurizio grins, placing one more kiss on your neck before standing up straight, tugging his pants and boxers down. You watch in amazement when his length bobs as it’s exposed, mouth watering at the sight.
He smirks. “Do you see something you like?”
“Absolutely.”
You reply, biting your lip. 
He laughs softly. 
“Well...would you like to touch it?”
His cheeks flush pink. 
You nod, reaching to wrap your hand around the base. His eyes flutter shut at your touch, and he sucks in a breath when you begin stroking.
“Mmmmm, davvero buono.” (so good.)
His head falls back when you increase your pace, hips gently rutting forward. His eyebrows knit in the center of his forehead, small moans escaping his lips.
Suddenly, he pulls away, letting out a shaky breath as his length stirs at the loss of contact.
“You are too good at that, mi tesoro.”
He bites his lip, fingertips teasing the lace waistband of your panties.
“May I touch you now?”
You nod, jumping softly when he all but tears the material down your legs, exposing your folds. He reaches down and cups your center, eyes widening when he feels how wet you are.
“Oh,”
He whispers, fingers tracing up to rub your clit.
“Tesoro...you’re so excited already, and I haven’t even touched you.”
Your hips suddenly buck forward out of instinct, and Maurizio chuckles breathily, rubbing a bit faster. You gasp, breath catching in your throat. 
“S-Shit.”
You allow yourself to get lost in the pleasure, head falling forward onto his chest. The small noises falling from your lips get increasingly louder as you draw closer and closer to release. 
His fingers suddenly push up into you, and you almost cum right on the spot. His digits feel so much better than yours as they begin plunging in and out, scissoring occasionally. 
“Lasciatemi prendere, tesoro, e ti acchiappero.” (Let go for me, treasure, and I will catch you.)
He whispers breathily, stroking faster. 
“Andiamo.” (Let go.)
His fingers curl up inside of you, and after a few rubs on your g-spot, you’re coming with a soft cry. 
“Maurizio...oh mio dio…” (Maurizio...oh my god…)
Your knees buckle and you begin to fall, but he catches you immediately, smiling down at you as his fingers continue to work you through your climax. He leans over to kiss you again, slowly and gently pulling his fingers out. 
“Lay back, mi tesoro, and open your legs.”
He whispers against your lips, standing back up straight as you sit down on the edge of the bed before laying back. 
You spread my legs, ready to receive him, and he smiles as he climbs on top of you. He’s still wearing his glasses, and while you find that humorous and quite frankly cute, it’s also incredibly arousing for some reason. You don’t dwell on it, wanting to focus on the moment unfolding before your eyes. 
Maurizio strokes his hardened length a few times, grunting softly, before rubbing himself across your folds. His eyes shut and he takes a shaky breath as your slick spreads across his cock. He starts pressing and rubbing the tip against your clit for a bit, smirking when your hips buck up against him.
He looks down at you, lining himself up with your entrance. 
“Are you ready? I’ll go slow for you, tesoro.”
You nod and he pushes in slowly, growling softly. He shivers, stopping when he’s about halfway in.
“Is it still okay?”
Your legs wrap around his waist, pushing his hips forward while you scoot closer, pushing him in the rest of the way.
“D-Does that answer your question?”
You chuckle.
He laughs breathily, nodding. 
“Indeed, it does.”
You take deep breaths while you adjust to his size, soon nodding, letting him know that it’s okay for him to move. He pulls about halfway out before pushing back in again, exhaling loudly as he establishes a rhythm of slow, deep thrusts. 
“O-Oh, cazzo, sei fantastico.” (Oh, fuck, you feel amazing.)
Your jaw hangs open, body bouncing with each of his inward thrusts. You hold onto his biceps for dear life as his pace increases ever so slightly. 
“Maurizio,”
You breathe, looking up into his eyes. 
“Keep going, please.”
The bed squeaks as his hips’ movements grow more desperate. 
“Tesoro, I--cazzo--I’m not going to last.” (fuck)
He says, eyebrows knitted on his forehead.
“I h-haven’t done this--merda--in a w-while.” (shit)
You nod in understanding, moving your hands up to cup the sides of his face.
“It’s okay, M-Maurizio, it’s alright.”
His eyes meet yours as he growls softly, shaking his head. 
“No, it’s n-not. You deserve better, t-the best, Y/N.”
Your thumb swipes on his cheekbone as his eyes tear up with a mixture of pleasure and frustration.
“Y-You already are the best, bello, and I w-want you to cum, no m-matter if I have o-or not. I want you to p-pleasure yourself, okay? Don’t worry about m-me.” (handsome)
He smiles softly, falling onto his elbows, lips connecting with yours as he thrusts get harder. He grunts deeply with each thrust, breath hot and heavy on the side of your neck.
“Oh tesoro, I’m...close. Where…”
He searches for the right words, mind clouded with lust. He groans in frustration.
“Dove vuoi che sborra?” (Where do you want me to cum?)
You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging gently. 
“Sono sulla pillola. Puoi sborra dentro, se vuoi, bello.” (I’m on the pill. You can cum inside, if you want, handsome.)
These words seem to awaken something in him, his eyes going black, hips suddenly rutting quickly and desperately into you. 
“Cazzo, sei incredibile, sei perfetto, tesoro.” (Fuck, you’re amazing, you’re perfect, treasure.)
Maurizio buries his face into the crook of your neck as he reaches climax, moans and gasps muffled by your skin. He buries his cock deep inside of you, painting your walls with his release, rutting them desperately as he fills you up.
“Y/N, oh dio, prendi tutto per me. Bene, sei bravissima, mi tesoro.” (Y/N, oh god, take it all for me. Good, you’re so good, my treasure).
As soon as he finishes, his hand reaches down to rub your clit in circles, eyes meeting yours.
“C’mon, let me pleasure you now. Let go, tesoro, give yourself to me.”
Your back arches and your hips grind against his fingers, mouth full of whimpers, whines, and gasps as his fingers rub you. You grab onto his bicep when you cum, looking up into his eyes. 
“Yes, oh Maurizio, yes!”
You gasp, moaning softly as your release spreads throughout your body.
He continues to rub you through it, cock twitching slightly where it still sits inside of you, causing him to growl softly. 
After both of you take a moment to catch your breaths, he slowly pulls out, and you can see that he’s already hard again. He blushes, looking away for a moment.
“I...I’m sorry, that’s never happened before…”
You chuckle, shaking your head.
“Maurizio, you don’t need to apologize. It’s actually sort of flattering, that I can do that to you.”
He smiles softly, laying down next to you, pulling you back against him. You didn’t realize exactly how hard he actually was until you felt him pressed against your back, and you felt bad.
“Do you…I mean, I can...”
You trail off, a bit embarrassed, hoping he got the point.
Maurizio immediately shakes his head. 
“No, tesoro, don’t worry. I will be okay.”
Your teeth sink into your bottom lip before you speak.
“If you wanted to, you could...rub it against me.”
You feel his member twitch at your proposition, and you turn around in his arms, looking up at him. His cheeks are bright red.
“Will you show me?”
He asks quietly.
You smile, nodding. 
“All you have to do is start moving your hips against me, using my skin to rub on.”
He experimentally rolls his hips, jaw clenched as he tries to contain himself. 
“O-Oh.”
He tried it again, growling as his cock dragged along your stomach.
“Tesoro, it’s…”
You can’t pretend that this isn’t incredibly arousing for you to watch and feel. His tip was already red and leaking, so you knew he wasn’t going to last very long.
“Does it feel good, Maurizio?”
You feel him nod, hips moving faster now as he looks down at you. 
“Yes, cristo, it’s s-so good.” (christ)
His lips crash onto yours and he loops an arm behind you, holding you still as he begins rutting against you, growling into your mouth. He moves his head down to kiss and nip at your neck.
“Your s-skin is so soft, mi tesoro.”
He whispers, grunting with each forward motion now. 
His leg lifts up and lays over your hip, allowing him to thrust harder, hand still on your lower back. He’s close, you can tell, and you attentively watch the way his face contorts as he reaches orgasm. 
He suddenly hugs you tight, a choked sob against your neck as his seed spills all over your stomach and his.
“Ah! Ah--oh--cristo!” (christ)
You run your hands through his hair soothingly as he comes down, trembling slightly. He slides down your body a bit, resting his head between your breasts, kissing them gently. 
After a short while, he looks up at you. 
“Grazie, Y/N, grazie mille.” (Thank you, Y/N, thank you so much.)
You smile. 
“You don’t have to thank me, Maurizio, it was my pleasure.”
He reaches up and connects your lips in a tender yet passionate kiss before he pulls away, cringing when he feels the stickiness between you. 
“I’m sorry, fuck, I’ve never...that’s never…”
You kiss him again, cutting him off.
“No worries, we can just clean it off. I’ll get a wet washcloth.”
You stand and come back a moment later with a wet washcloth, reaching down to wipe yourself off before Maurizio’s hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you. 
“Let me.”
He smiles, taking the cloth from your hand, cleaning up the sticky substance before doing the same to himself. 
Your cheeks are warm as you look up at him.
“Thank you.”
“No problem, mi tesoro.”
He suddenly looks away, frowning softly. 
“I-I can’t stay tonight, Y/N, I’m sorry. If someone catches us…”
You shake your head, holding the side of his face.
“No, no need to explain. I understand.”
Maurizio nods silently, sighing as he begins to redress. You slip your panties back on, along with an oversized t-shirt and you pull your hair up into a ponytail. 
When he’s ready, you offer to go first, in case anyone’s still awake. He agrees, and you make your way down the stairs, looking around, not seeing anyone. You look up the stairs and nod, indicating that it’s okay. He makes his way down and you walk with him to the door. 
“Do you have a car coming?”
He nods. “My driver is already outside.”
There’s a moment of silence before Maurizio suddenly grabs your hips, pulling you against him as his lips crash down onto yours, the kiss desperate and full of longing. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him down closer. 
He pulls away slowly, eyes fluttering open. 
“Alla prossima, tesoro.” (Until next time, my treasure.)
You smile, biting your lip as he sneaks out the door, rushing down and hopping into the car waiting for him. 
As you watch his car pull away from the curb, only one thought occupies your mind:
Holy shit, I just slept with Maurizio Gucci.
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adamdriverwrites · 5 years ago
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Hey guys!
So I was wanting to get back into more writing and I was wondering what you guys would prefer the next update to be? The choice is;
☆ Carpe Noctem Part V or
☆ new Witch/Demon AU feat Kylo or
☆ new Star Wars AU feat Kylo and the Knights of Ren
lemme know what you guys would want to read! Comment on this post, or send me an ask or whatever! I’ll be gifmaking in this dark corner over here....
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lwtficrecs · 5 years ago
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• fic/masterlist | author name | last chapter read | type of au | *** (means smut) If you see *** it means there is 18+ content in that fic. please respect the authors wishes and be over 18 to view it. Also a strikethrough means the story has non or dubious consent and read at your own discretion. Lastly if you find any mistakes please put it in the notes or message me or put it in my inbox. i read a lot so there were a bunch of links and things get mixed lol :)
Kylo Ren/Ben Solo
Drabble: Injured!Reader | @babbushka​
If I’m Dreaming My Life, 2 | @kylosupremeimagines​ | 2/2?
Each Eye Masterlist | @babbushka​ | finished | mob au | 03.25.20 | ***
Headcanon: Biker Kylo | @babbushka​ | biker au
Kylo Ren x Female Reader (NSFW) | @myimaginesandrp​
Headcanon: Being Taken Care of by Kylo | @babbushka​
Lonely | @kylorenxreader​
Imagine: Being Luke’s Padawan and Having Sex with Ben Solo | @callmehopeless​ | ***
Headcanon: Ben Solo Having a Relationship with Someone He’s Sworn to Protect | @callmehopeless​ | ***
My Child | @jediwarsimagines​ | dad!kylo
Drabble: Kylo Jerking Off | @mandowhoreian​ | ***
Headcanon: Kylo Ren Trope Headcanons | @kylosupremeimagines​
Carpe Noctem Masterlist | @adamdriverwrites​ | part 2 | mob au
Knights of the Ren Table Masterlist | @jediwarsimagines​ | part six
Blood Bound Masterlist | @kyloholic​/ @kylo-renne​ | part five | vampire au
Headcanon: Bringing your Mildly Terrifying Boyfriend Home for Thanksgiving | @babbushka​ | modern au
Drabble: Some Girl Trying to Become Kylo’s Mistress When You are His Wife and He Gets Angry | @babbushka​
Bloodthirst Masterlist | @taylovren-types​ | prologue | vampire au | 11.8.19
All My Stars Masterlist | @babbushka​ | finished | medieval au | 11.4.19 | ***
Drabble: Knight!Kylo Ren | @babbushka​ | medieval au
Headcanon: Pregnant Reader | @mallowmikaela​ | ***
Untitled Series | @renthusiast​ | part two Aunt Phasma and the Little Prince (other links located here) | 11.1.19
Headcanon: titanic!kylo | @babbushka​ | 10.24.19
Headcanon: riding | @babbushka​ | 10.22.19 | ***
Headcanon: hate fucking with kylo ren | @kylo-ren-writes​ | 10.22.19 | ***
Headcanon: breeding kink | @callmehopeless​ | 10.22.19 | ***
Headcanon: Vampire!Kylo | @the-wayward-rose​ | vampire AU | 09.17.19 | ***
Satiate Masterlist | @taylovren-types​ | part 7 | vampire AU | 09.17.19 | ***
Imagine: Frustrated Kylo | @adamsnackdriver​ | 09.14.19 | ***
Drabble: After Mission Kylo | @adamsnackdriver​ | 09.14.19 | ***
Drabble: Kylo has Agression | @adamsnackdriver​ | ***
Drabble: Kylo Wants to Marry You | @propertyofpoeandbucky​
The Last Time I Saw You Masterlist | @the-new-fanfic-order​ | 4/12 |
Star Man | @kylosupremeimagines​
Headcanon: Baking With Kylo Would Include: | @kylosupremeimagines​
A-Z NSFW Headcanons: Ben Solo | @kylosupremeimagines​ | ***​
Bonding | @wandering-at-midnight
Demonic | @bad--bad--man​ | succubus au
Kylo and an All Female KoR | @kylosupremeimagines​
The Family Business | @kylo-renne​ | mob au | ***
Headcanon: Kylo with a Partner on Their Period | @kylosupremeimagines​ 
Drabble: You’re in the Hospital | @bad--bad--man​
Dancing with the Devil Under the Moonlight | @bad--bad--man​ | serial killer au
When the Dead Visit Us | @bad--bad--man​
Headcanon: Ben Kink’s | @bad--bad--man​ | ***
Headcanon: Kylo’s Kinks | @bad--bad--man​ | ***
Debating with Kylo Which Last Name to Take | @kylosupremeimagines​
If Only You Could See Yourself Through My Eyes Then You’d Understand | @bad--bad--man​ | ***
For the Rest of My Life, 2 | @bad--bad--man​ | 2/3 | ***
Seeing You | @dearlazerbunny​ | blind!kylo 
Who’s Baby is That? | @bad--bad--man​
Drabble: kylo playfully slaps the reader’s thigh and the son slaps kylo on the face on instinct | @bad--bad--man​
It’s My Destiny | @bad--bad--man​
Falling in Reverse , 2, 3, 4,| @bad--bad--man​ | therapist au
Always | @bad--bad--man​ | college au | ***
Headcanon: Earn that A | @kylo-ren-writes​ | professor au
Black is the Colour | @kyloswaifu​
For the rest of my life | @bad--bad--man​ | ***
Fancy Parties and Broken Teeth | @bad--bad--man​ | doctor au | ***
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Solo Triplets
You’ve Gotta Be Kitten Me | @propertyofpoeandbucky | part 1 | ***
“This is Why Mom Doesn’t Love You” | @bad--bad--man
Use Somebody | @hela-of-ren​
Frankenstein! Matt Headcanons | @sleepinglotuses​ | Frankenstein au
Headcanon: Matt’s Kinks | @bad--bad--man​ | ***
Headcanon: Cuddles with the Triplets | @solo-imagines​
Beach Blonde | @hela-of-ren​ | ***
The Trials of Sharing | @sithlordintraining​ |modern au | ***
Headcanon: Solo Triplets as Dads | @bad--bad--man​ | dad au
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Armitage Hux & Kylo Ren
Imagine Ren lying to Hux by telling him he looked into your mind and saw that you didn’t feel the same way about Armitage as he did for you | @mindofthetenshi​
Hate Leads to Suffering Series | @powerfultenderness​ | 8/10
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safarigirlsp · 4 years ago
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Open your Spotify 'On Repeat' and the first five songs are the soundtrack to your personal rom-com
Thank you for the tag!!! 💗 @finn-ray-nal-beads @maybe-your-left @mariesackler @hopeamarsu
Crazy Bitch
Well, this is off to a great start! It’s true though. Poor guy.
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Do you want to touch me
Blue Jeans
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In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida
All Day and All of Night
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Tagging anyone who wants to join in!
@babbushka @cornmousequeen @iamburdened @clydesducktape @adamdriverwriter @caillea @leatherboundbirate @contesa-lui-alucard @roanniom @daydreamsofren @sacklerscumrag @ohdamnadamm @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather @mrs-zimmerman @historyandfandoms50
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Personal Soundtrack
Open your Spotify 'On Repeat' and the first five songs are the soundtrack to your personal rom-com
thank you @mariesackler and @hopeamarsu for the tags! i have a little bit of free time in my chaotic life to play this game for a moment lol. so here’s my rom-com:
1) Mirrors - Fit For An Autopsy
well... THIS IS STARTING OFF SWIMMINGLY LMAO 😂
2) The Blvck Sun| - A Wake In The Providence
ahhhh... that’s amoreè
3) Lucid Reality - Oceano
our first date.. how SWEEETTTTTT 🖤
4) Fuck Love - All That Remains
our first dance at the wedding ✨
5) Knee Deep - Job For A Cowboy
the honeymoon... AND A HAPPILY EVER AFTER.... *insert pig squeals*
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i just can’t help myself i love the idea of this man being a deathcore lover... and this romcom is the best lmao 🖤
tagging: @worm800 @cowboy-kylo @butyoudidthis4what @theoncrayjoy @maybe-your-left @historyandfandoms50 @millenialcatlady @sacklerscumrag @barbers-glimmerin-darlin @paper-n-ashes @clydesducktape @clydesfavoritegirl @safarigirlsp @caillea @contesa-lui-alucard @roanniom @jynz-andtonic @desiraypark and whoever sees this and would love to play!
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mrs-gucci · 4 years ago
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Subliminal Pleasures {anesthesiologist!Kylo Ren x Reader}
author’s notes: hellooo! thanks to my good friend @safarigirlsp​, I finally wrote my first darkfic. thanks for ruining me a little bit, Shannon! ;) I’ll warn you now, this is honestly the darkest thing I’ve ever written before, and at first I was a little nervous, but I’m surprisingly pleased with how it turned out. and hey, it’s called fanFICTION for a reason, right? 
**THIS IS A DARKFIC THAT CONTAINS DARK THEMES/CONTENT!! please read the warnings and tw’s before proceeding!!**
warnings: smut. non-existent medical practice ethics. kylo’s a bad doctor, but damn, he looks good doing it. mentions of a medical procedure. some fingering. light dirty talk. masturbation. praise.
tw’s: noncon (but it’s not unpleasant, if that makes sense?). somnophilia.
word count: a touch over 2k
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When you came into the hospital today for your dental surgery, no makeup and clad in baggy sweats, you weren’t prepared to meet anyone even remotely interesting or attractive, much less the anesthesiologist. 
And, when he walked into the room, your heart immediately skipped a beat, maybe even two.
He was one of the most handsome men you’d ever seen before. Handsome seemed like an insult and injustice to his beauty when it came to the broad, raven-haired god. He wore a very stern expression as he sat over in the corner of the room in a stool much too small for his great size, gathering his tools. 
“Hmm,” His eyes scan the file. “Miss Y/N?”
You nod over at him.
“That’s me.”
He turns back to preparing himself for surgery. “I’m Dr. Ren, the anesthesiologist.”
“Nice to meet you, Dr. Ren.”
A silence stretched between the two of you, the only sounds coming from his movements or your adjusting positions on the paper-covered seat. Then, he speaks again, voice even deeper and somewhat huskier than before. It sent a shiver down your spine.
“Have you ever previously been put under for a medical procedure, or otherwise?”
“I have.” You reply. “Although I didn’t think that I’d need it for this type of procedure?”
He turns around in the stool, a small smirk on his expression.
“Would you like to be awake when your teeth are hammered into pieces and pulled from your mouth?”
Normally, you would’ve laughed at this joking question, but his delivery and sinister demeanor chilled you to the bone.  “N-No, not really.”
“Then you’ll be put under.” He simply states, pulling on a pair of latex gloves before handing you a fabric gown. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. Strip and put this on. The snaps should be on your left shoulder, otherwise you’ve put it on incorrectly.”
Looking into his eyes takes your breath away, out of captivation or a bit of fear, you were unsure. He holds onto the gown a bit too long before releasing his grip, eyes lingering over your face before walking out of the room with commanding footsteps.
Despite his chilling intensity and seemingly emotionless demeanor, you still found yourself incredibly attracted to him. There was something...magnetic about him, like the mysterious aura surrounding him draws you in. The warm tingle between your thighs was undeniable as you stood and removed your clothes, tucking them in your bag off to the side before slipping the gown on over your mostly nude body.
Dr. Ren comes back in as soon as you lay back on the chair once again, his timing impeccable. He puts on a surgical mask and rolls the equipment over on a small cart, parking it next to your head.
“We’ll put you under now.”
“W-What?” Your eyes widen. “But the doctor hasn’t even come in yet.”
He glares down at you.
“Must I remind you who the medical professional in the room is?”
“No, sir.” You shake your head, lips pursing as your eyes dart away.
The mask is placed over your nose and mouth.
“Breathe in and out deeply, count to ten.”
Your eyelids grow heavy almost immediately as you begin taking deep breaths, letting the invisible medication into your lungs. 
“One...two...three...four...five...s-six...sev-seven...eigh...t...”
Kylo grins when you’re finally under, body limp as you sleep peacefully under his influence. He loved his job, loved having complete control over someone’s consciousness, loved having the power between life and death.
His cock hardens in his pants as he reclines the chair so that you’re now laying flat. You don’t move a muscle, and he quickly removes his latex gloves along with his mask, tossing them into the bin.
He’s never had a patient like you before, so beautiful, so docile and obedient, so...seemingly innocent. He wants nothing more and would take great pleasure in absolutely ruining you, turning you into his pretty little slut.
The doctor wasn’t even here yet, as you were his first surgery patient today, but Kylo knew without doubt that he needed time alone with you. He needed to have his way with you.
With one last flicker to the locked door, he brings his hand down beneath his trousers and wraps it around his hardened cock, groaning under his breath with the first pump. Your vitals are stable as his other hand begins popping the snaps of your medical gown.
He pulls it open and lets it hang down over the side of the table, exposing your body to him. All you’re wearing is your undergarments, and yet, Kylo’s length pulses in his hand at the sight. You’re truly a sight to behold, even with your intimate areas covered.
You squirm just a bit when the doctor’s large hand grazes over your ankle, but he knows he won’t wake you, not completely anyways. His hand trails up over your calf, then over your thigh, climbing until he reaches the underwire of your flimsy bra. 
There’s not enough time to remove it, to expose your pebbled nipples to his hungry gaze, but he spreads his large hand over the mound, squeezing it gently. In your unconscious state, your back arches slightly and a soft sigh escapes your lips under his touch. 
His hand pumps his cock faster as he bends down and presses a few kisses to the fabric over your nipple, walking around to give your other breast a similar treatment. Then, he walks to the foot of the table and mounts it, kneeling between your legs. 
Both his hands spread out on your inner thighs, gently spreading them apart before tracing his thick, calloused digits across the crotch of your panties. You squirm again, hips subconsciously rocking up to meet his touch.
“That’s a good girl.” He purrs, rubbing small, lazy circles on your clit over the fabric. “Even like this, you still want it. You just can’t help yourself, can you?”
Kylo dips his fingers beneath your panties, cock twitching under his pants as his fingers swipe through the considerable amount of slick there. He finds your clit, rubbing it gently, enough to stimulate but not disturb you.
“Look at this...you’re absolutely soaked for me, little dove, and you don’t even know it.”
His hands grip your hips and lift them up as he slides your panties down, revealing the glistening treasure that lay below. He lines a single finger up with your entrance, then pushes it in, growling softly when your cunt clenches.
You stir just a bit, but not nearly enough for him to worry. He lifts his digit up inside you, enjoying the way your hips suddenly jerk as he rubs over the spongy surface of that special spot. Then, he pushes another one of his fingers inside of you, hearing a soft whine from beneath the mask.  
He begins fingering you gently, just enough to prepare you, making sure not to force you back into consciousness. Soon, it became too much for him, and he pulled his digits out gently, observing the slick that coats the two fingers. He brings them up and takes a quick whiff, cupping his clothed erection and squeezing as his tongue pokes out to lick some of the substance off, hips bucking forward at the semi-sweet taste.
“Oh, little one, you’ve got such a tight little pussy. And you taste so good, just as I knew you would.”
The young doctor wipes the rest off on the paper below, then makes quick work of his pants and underwear, pulling them down just enough to expose his aching length. It bobs in response, desperate for attention as another bead of precum forms over the slit. His finger spreads the semi-transparent substance over the fat mushroom head, groaning breathily. 
After giving his thick length a few strokes, he brings it down to rub through your slick. They buck forward out of instinct when he slides over your puckered entrance, wanting so badly to be buried inside of you. 
His body leans over you, one hand next to your head as the other lines himself up, aiding in direction as he presses his hips forward, burying himself inside your wet welcoming walls. His eyes flutter shut as he bottoms out, but quickly snap open when you moan.
Luckily, you hadn’t woken up with his intrusion, and he takes a long sigh of relief before drawing back and pressing forward again slowly. The table trembles on its legs, bolts creaking as he fucks you steadily but gently, extra cautious of your vital signs and level of alertness.
Part of him wishes that you were awake, that you could see what he was doing to you and enjoy him, but the feeling of knowing that even unconsciously, you were still wet and tight for him was one too good to resist. It was all so arousing; an ego feeding greater than his regular days work could ever offer.
Your face scrunches in pleasure with more rolls of his hips, moaning and whimpering each time he buries himself inside you. They’re all so gentle, your noises, and Kylo finds himself lost in each quiet breath.
“Good girl--fuck--oh, good girl.” He says quietly, using every bit of his willpower to keep from pounding into you. “Such a good little cunt, taking my cock so well.”
You tighten around him, then, and he growls, fists clenching next to your head. His teeth grind together as he picks up the pace ever so slightly, feeling his climax approaching quickly.
“T-That’s it, that’s a good girl.”
His head hangs, eyes squeezing shut. He’s close, now, and his own noises get a little bit louder and a lot more frequent as his balls begin to pull and tighten.
“Gonna cum, little dove, you’re g-gonna make me cum so hard with this tight pussy.”
Unbenounced to him, you wake up slightly, eyes opening just a crack. You see him on top of you, body flexing with each thrust, and you feel the obvious intrusion in your lower half. You’re surprisingly not bothered by it, nor do you feel uncomfortable with it. Before you can think on it further, you slip back into the blackness.
He can’t cum inside you, he knows that, so just as he teeters on orgasm, he pulls out as gently as he can and drags his pulsing cock against your lower stomach as thick white ropes paint your soft skin.
“O-Oh y-yes...so good, d-dove.”
Kylo takes himself through orgasm and right into oversensitivity, pulling away and sitting up when this happens. His length softens, the extra skin re-covering his head as it does so. He tucks himself back into his pants, prepares a wet cloth and wipes the cum from your abdomen before pulling your panties back up over your used cunt. 
His fingers quickly re-button your gown and he runs a quick hand through his hair before the doctor comes in, completely oblivious as to what’s just happened. Kylo greets him nonchalantly and takes his place off to the side as the doctor begins the surgery.
Your eyes flutter open lazily, grogginess hitting as you awaken a couple of hours later. Immediately, you feel the pain in your mouth, but more noticeably, you feel a certain ache in your lower half. You have no recollection of what you saw, as this memory is now trapped in your subconscious, but somehow you just sort of knew what’d happened.
You’re disgusted at yourself that you don’t mind the idea, that you don’t feel violated or like you’d been assaulted. You should feel those things, he did those things without your express permission, but...you don’t.
In fact, you feel as if your feelings for the mysterious doctor have grown even stronger. The gaping hole he’d left, the orgasm he’d robbed you of, just ached to be fulfilled. It was an itch you couldn’t scratch, sensations you couldn’t recreate on your own.
Only he could satisfy this desire, this need. 
And, as you sit up slowly and the doctor debriefs you, you know that you must fulfill this new destiny: Find Dr. Ren and make him yours once again.
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mrs-gucci · 4 years ago
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Fuckin’ (A) Fed {Flip Zimmerman x FBI agent!Reader}
author’s notes: hellooo! I’ve been itching to write for Flip, but I didn’t have any good ideas until I came up with this. 
warnings: smut. mentions of the KKK (no racist language or themes, though). an undercover operation. heavy PDA. implied consent. public/semi-public sex. masturbation. 
(possible) tw’s: tobacco use (as is canon for the character).
word count: 2.9k
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Flip couldn’t believe he was here, undercover, with a fuckin’ Fed.
You couldn’t believe you were here, stuck in Colorado Springs, with Detective Zimmerman.
It happened by accident, really. The Bureau got wind of the Klan infiltration investigation in Colorado and sent you out to supervise the case and assist wherever you could. 
Naturally, Flip was unhappy with your, really just the Bureau’s, presence. The two of you butted heads quite a bit in the office. He absolutely reeked of alpha male energy, and you didn’t put up with his dominant attitude and bullshit. 
You couldn’t deny that he was attractive, probably one of the most handsome men you’d ever met, but you hated his guts and he hated yours, which presented an issue. 
Even if he did like you, there was the damning fact that he tried to alpha male your ass at every turn, even though you were the superior officer, technically speaking. A fact you often reminded him of, taking great pleasure in his comical pissy reactions.
At one of his first meetings with the Klan members, unknown to you at the time, the two of you ended up at the same bar. Flip, absolutely refusing to blow his cover, told them that you were his wife. 
You could’ve killed him when he muttered that damn excuse, and not only did he effectively tie you to the case for the rest of the time it was active, he also secured plenty of time together, much of which you had to pretend you were a couple. 
Tonight was the first time you were going with him to a Klan meeting, since he’d run out of plausible excuses for your absence from the rest of the meetings. You had to borrow your friend’s wedding band to wear, and you put on a full face of makeup, along with a low-cut crop top and some high-waisted bell bottoms. 
Arriving at the station a half hour before the meeting, you walked in with your usual confident air, and half the station’s jaws went slack when they drank in the sight of you. Even Flip’s eyes roamed your figure, which brought a smirk to your face.
Smiling cheekily, you walk up to him, arms open.
“Honey!”
He rolls his eyes. 
“Cutting it awfully close, aren’t you, Fed?”
“Always the first to criticize, detective prettyboy. At least I’m actually putting my best acting foot forward, unlike some people.”
You look him up and down, unamused.
“Is your wardrobe exclusively flannels? C’mon, invest in a fuckin’ button-down or something, spice it up for once.”
Ron snickered as both of you quarrel further, heading to the back room to be mic'd up and briefed before departure. 
The Chief talks to you both, reviewing the goals of this particular meeting, and then you both clip each other’s mics on. Flip’s jaw clenches as he tries to figure out where to put the lave, eyes having no choice but to give your breasts a thorough investigation. 
“Just give me that, you fuckin’ wimp.”
You say, clipping it onto the edge of your bra.
“Can’t even grow the balls to brush a woman’s breast for like five seconds. What, worried you’ll get hard?”
He grunts, annoyed, buttoning his shirt back up.
“No. I just respect women and I don’t like touching without a good reason.”
“Ha!”
You laugh sarcastically.
“You, Detective Phillip Zimmerman, respect women? That’s hilarious, coming from the biggest man whore-alpha male I’ve ever met.”
When you turn to walk away, he quickly grabs your arm, holding you still as he steps up behind you. His breath is hot on your skin.
“Don’t go throwing around accusations like that about someone you barely know, Fed. Especially someone you wish whored around with you.”
He smirks, planting a kiss on your bare shoulder.
“Let’s go, honey, or we’ll be late.”
Your skin erupts in goosebumps at the feeling of his beard tickling your skin, and the tender kiss from his lips. 
Both of you hop in his truck and begin the journey over to the bar. Flip slips the fake wedding band onto his thick digit, then pulls a cigarette out, lighting it once he stops at a stop sign.
You quickly roll down the window, gasping for air dramatically. Flip knows you don’t like when he smokes (even though you secretly like it), and he huffs in annoyance.
“Quit the theatrics, Y/N.”
“Maybe you should take a damn lesson from me.”
You look over at him.
“You need to make our cover seem more believable. I know you hate me, and I’m not your biggest fan either, but you dug this fucking grave for yourself, so you might as well lay in it.”
He’s silent, unable to rebut. You’re right, this is all his fault, and a part of him feels bad for dragging you into it. Although he'd never actually admit it out loud, he does actually care for you quite a bit. He might even...like you, like you, as in a ‘more-than-friends’ kinda way.
Before he can give it anymore thought, he pulls into the parking lot of the bar and shuts the engine off with a sigh.
“Just try and act like you aren’t repulsed by me, alright?”
Flip nods, sliding in his earpiece as you put yours in. Both of you started wearing them just in case the other was in trouble when they were out of the room or something happened and you need help.
You and the handsome detective hop down from the cab of his truck, walking in together. He wraps his arm around you, hand resting on your hip, keeping you close to his side.
The Klan members greet both of you.
“Ron! Danielle!”
You plaster on a smile as you shake everyone’s hands, using every bit of your willpower not to cringe or gag at their disgusting, grubby hands, their sexist comments, or their way-too-long glances at your cleavage. 
Felix took a particularly long look, and you feel Flip pull you closer into his side, his jaw clenching.
Was detective prettyboy a little jealous?
You smirk at the thought. 
The night was off to a pretty smooth start so far, both you and Flip maintaining cover quite well. You were impressed by his acting skills; you honestly weren’t sure he would be able to pull this off, based on what you’d seen before.
At some point, about twenty minutes in, Flip pulls you onto his lap and kisses the spot behind your ear. 
“We gotta step up our game a little bit, make this all a little more convincing. Try not to get too turned on, Fed.”
He smirks as his lips travel down to your neck, mouthing and kissing the taut skin there while his hands explore your hips, fingers teasing the waistband of your daisy dukes. 
You’re chewing your lip hard, trying to pretend like this wasn’t super arousing. Flip’s lips feel incredible against your skin, surprisingly soft, and his beard created a gentle scratch that made you shudder. 
He starts talking to one of the Klan members, taking every single opportunity to plant a kiss on your neck or shoulder. You were getting wetter by the minute, especially when you began to shift on top of him, getting a bit uncomfortable, and he grunts softly. 
Your eyes widen when you settle on top of him and feel the beginnings of an erection pressing against the inner seam of his Levi’s. You lean back against his chest, chest pushing out as your head rests on his shoulder. His eyes focus down your shirt, on your breasts that were now so, so close to his mouth.
You nibble at his earlobe, feeling his hands tighten on your waist.
“And you told me not to get turned on, prettyboy…seems like you should take your own advice.”
“Any guy would be turned on when a woman’s sitting on their lap.”
His teeth grit and he huffs through his nose.
Your hips suddenly grind down on top of him, and he presses up against you, inhaling sharply.
“Oh, I’m not so sure about that, detective. A professional alpha male like yourself should be immune to such things. You wouldn’t wanna seem too desperate or eager, right?”
Flip growls.
“Cut it out, you’re gonna blow our fuckin’ cover.”
Your teeth scrape against his bulging neck vein.
“It’s perfectly normal for newly married couples to be handsy, detective. And, I think your perverted friends are enjoying the show. Wouldn’t wanna disappoint them.”
“Fine.”
His hand opens on your inner thigh, pushing your legs apart before his fingers walk over to the crotch of your jeans.
“Let’s give ‘em a fuckin’ show, then.”
You sit up immediately, eyes wide as you look back at him with a partially concerned expression. He just reaches up and presses a kiss to your lips while his finger applies pressure on your clit through your jeans, causing you to gasp into his mouth and pull away from the kiss.
“Stop it.”
You mutter.
He grins deviously, trailing his other hand up to run along the underwire of your bra. His fingers begin tracing circles over the seam, moving it around your clit.
“I don’t think you really want me to, Fed. I can feel the heat through your jeans. You put on a good little act with your tough woman ‘I don’t need a man’ bullshit, but I know what you want, what you need, Y/N.”
You’re grinding against his finger gently, whining under your breath. Suddenly, and much to his surprise, you pull away and hop down from the stool, making a beeline straight for the port-a-john out back behind the building. 
Once the door is locked, you slip your hand down under your jeans, tilting your head down to speak right into the mic.
“I know you can hear this, detective.”
You gasp as your finger swirls over the sensitive nub.
Flip tenses up in the middle of talking with Ivanhoe, breath catching in his throat. That gasp was unmistakable: you were touching yourself. His cock twitches in his pants, and he groans under his breath. 
You hear his obvious reaction through your earpiece and it only spurs you on, rubbing yourself faster.
“You’re gonna s-sit there and listen to me get off without you, and you’re gonna enjoy every g-goddamn second of it.”
He lights a cigarette, thinking it’ll take some of the edge off, as he’s forced to listen to you. Your noises are so soft, so innocent, and Flip thinks he’s gonna bust in his pants when you slip your fingers inside.
“Yeah, oh fuck, yeah!”
You moan into the mic.
“I’ve got three f-fucking fingers stuffed up into me, detective, and they feel amazing. I’m gonna make myself cum right here, right now, while you listen.”
His teeth almost bite the cigarette in half, fists clenching as his cock presses desperately against the denim.
“Mmmmm, yeah, yeah, fuck detective!”
Flip leaps up from the stool, almost knocking it over as he marches out of the bar, leaving Ivanhoe and the rest of the Klan members in shock. 
You’re so close, hips bouncing up and down on your fingers…
“LET ME THE FUCK IN!”
He pounds on the door, making you jump.
“LET ME IN NOW!”
You pull your hand out of your pants and suck on your fingers as you unlock the door and push it open. Flip grabs the handle and swings it open, almost taking it off its hinges, stepping into the small wooden structure with a cloud of smoke surrounding him. He locks it behind him again and yanks your fingers out of your mouth, walking behind you, hands grabbing your hips roughly.
He shoves you forward, pressing you flush against the door as you hear the button and zipper of his jeans being undone. His foot kicks your inner ankle, forcing your legs apart before yanking his jeans down. 
“Take your fucking pants off, Fed.”
His voice is little more than a growl.
You’re on fire at this point, obeying his instruction, tugging your jeans down off your hips. He groans from behind you, hand bouncing up and down on his leaking cock, but you don’t dare turn around. 
“You’ll learn better than to tease me.”
His hand comes down on your ass, smacking it before tearing the flimsy lace thong down your legs and shoving his digits through your slick folds. He starts rubbing your clit in lazy circles, tugging his cock harder.
“You think you’re so fuckin’ cute, playing with me like that.”
He pulls them away suddenly, bringing them up to your mouth, smearing the substance over your sore lips. Then, he quickly pulls you back off the door and digs his chin into your shoulder as he lines up with your entrance, collecting some slick on his tip.
Your eyes roll into the back of your head when he presses his hips forward, entering you with one swift motion. He groans around the cigarette wedged between his teeth, fingers digging into your hips as he pushes you forward and pulls you back down on his cock, almost like he’s using you to fuck himself.
The simple idea makes your insides clench.
“Goddamn tight fuckin’…”
He trails off, back hunching as he bends his knees and tucks his hips up under you. This new angle has him nudging your cervix while also rubbing along your g-spot. 
“Yeahhhhh that’s it, there it is.” 
He holds your hips as he fucks up into you, grunting audibly with each thrust. You think you’ve died and gone to heaven, the immense feelings of pleasure spreading from your toes to your head.
“F-Flip--”
“Quiet, filthy brat. I’m fuckin’ tired of hearing your goddamn voice.”
His hands move up to grip your ribcage as he fucks you harder, skin slapping together roughly. 
“God, why did they send you, out of all the fuckin’ Feds, why did they have to send you?”
He hisses.
“Torturing me from day one with your fuckin’ attitude. Oh, there were so many times I wanted to just bend your tight ass over my desk and fuck you stupid, show you your fucking place.”
Your thighs tremble as he rails you from behind, and your noises only seem to spur him on more.
“Ahh, ohh s-shit.”
“Knew you’d have a tight little cunt--fuuuck--knew I’d like splitting you in half, forcing my big fat cock into your slutty pussy.”
He crushes his cigarette out against the wall, hips not missing a beat.
You bite your lip hard, holding back the screams and cries that want to come out. You’re impossibly close now, the entire situation turning you on more than anything else before it.
“Do you like this, Fed? Does my big cock feel good stuffed into you?”
“I...I...yes.”
You breathe, pushing your hips back against him.
Flip growls.
“Yeah you do, of course you do. You like this cock, wrapped around it like a sleeve, taking it like it’s your life’s purpose.”
The tears stream down your cheeks, the sweet burn of orgasm overwhelming as you teeter on the edge. You can’t hold back anymore, you can’t. 
You let out a soft sob as your walls clench.
“P-Please, please, I’m s- c-close. Let me cum.”
“No.”
He growls, forcing you to bend over.
“Touch your toes, hold your ankles, whatever the fuck you want.”
Your hands grip onto your lower calves for dear life as Flip digs his fingers into your hips to hold you in place, hips pounding desperately.
“Yeah, oh shit, how did you get tighter?”
He moans, clearly losing himself more and more with each thrust.
“I’m gonna fucking cum, gonna stuff all my seed into this tiny little cunt, and you’re gonna have to walk back into the bar with it dripping down your legs.”
This new angle lets him hit every single sensitive spot inside you, ones you didn’t even know existed, and you’re consistently crying out for him.
“Wanna hear your noises, don’t hold back.”
He breathes.
“C’mon, cry on this big cock, Fed whore. Moan like a fuckin’ pornstar for me.”
Your walls grip him as tight as they can.
“Yeah, y-yeah, oh detective!”
His hips are moving at lightning speed, legs spreading wider as his orgasm builds.
“Keep going!”
“Fuck me harder, detective, oh yes! Yeah baby, fuck me harder, harder please!”
You cry out, choking on sobs.
“God you’re such a s-stupid disgusting little slut!”
He yells.
“Gonna stuff this cunt--AH!”
Flip’s entire body freezes as his orgasm suddenly hits, hips pressed inside you as his seed paints your walls. His eyes squeeze shut and his jaw hangs open as a loud, guttural groan accompanies his release.
“Fuck!”
His hips mock thrust as he rides out his high, rutting into you, making sure every drop lands inside you.
Once he’s finished, he pulls out, groaning when a glob of the pearly liquid literally drops out of your abused entrance. He tucks himself back into his pants and bends over, grabbing your hair, pulling you until you’re standing up straight.
He reaches down and pats your folds while his lips plant a single, open-mouthed kiss on your shoulder. You’re almost lethargic at this point, head spinning and body trembling at the lost orgasm.
“Never, ever tease me again, Fed.”
You simply nod, and he smirks.
“Good girl.”
Flip gives you one final smack on the folds before stepping back out into the warm Colorado night.
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mrs-gucci · 4 years ago
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Spread ‘Em Wide {Clyde Logan x pregnant!Reader}
author’s notes: hellooo! happy memorial day everyone :) I’m so soft for Clyde and his pregnant girl...but I’m also horny. so, this is the resulting fic lol
**this is part of the Clyde & Pumpkin AU**
warnings: smut. fluff. literally just smut. error: plot not found. pregnancy/belly kink. some breeding kink (v light, though). use of a clit vibrator. a dash of dirty talk. 
(possible) tw’s: pregnancy.
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“Oh pumpkin, oh honey…” Clyde sighs, kissing your lips as his hands gently hold your hips, pulling you further onto his lap. 
You whine softly into his mouth, already feeling your panties soaking. Pregnancy hormones were no joke, you’ve discovered, especially in the second trimester when you began showing. 
Luckily, Clyde is always ready and willing to help you out with your sudden feelings of intense horniness.
“Ye look so pretty, so fuckin’ beautiful all swollen like this.” He moans, hips pressing up against you. “Love havin’ ya on top of me, pressin’ yer big belly on me, pumpkin.”
You bite your lip, looking down at your handsome husband with lust-blown eyes. “Yeah? You like seeing me pregnant?”
“Shit, oh god, y-yeah.”
His cock throbs beneath his jeans and he groans, nodding eagerly, beard gently scratching your neck as he kisses and nips your skin.
Your hands run through his hair as he continues his assault on your neck, covering seemingly every inch of it with kisses.
“Wanna put ‘nother one in ye, pumpkin, keep ya swollen ‘s long as I can.” His hips buck up gently as he nips your collarbones. “Love burying my cum in ya.”
You moan softly as he pulls your shirt up over your head, licking his lips when his eyes come in contact with your breasts. You’ve grown two sizes during the pregnancy, and you practically spill out of every bra you own now, even if you buy the correct size.
Clyde loves it, though, and his mouth instantly gets to work on the exposed mounds poking out the top of the cups. “Jesus, I love these tits so fuckin’ much, love seein ‘em spill out of yer bra. So big, so full...fuck.”
“P-Please.” You whine, starting to bounce lightly up and down on him. “I’m ready for you, wanna ride your big fat cock, Clyde.”
He growls, holding your hips still.
“So eager, hm? I think I wanna take ye from behind today, pumpkin, get real far inside ye so that I can put my cum in nice n’ deep.”
The prospect makes you shudder with excitement. “Where do y-you want me?”
His lips curl up into a small smirk and he leans forward, mouthing at your earlobe, breath hot.
“Go on upstairs n’ bend yourself over on the bed. Take these leggin’s off, hold onto the headboard, n’ spread yer legs nice n’ wide for me. Can ye do that, pumpkin?”
You quickly nod and get up off his lap, walking upstairs as fast as was possible with a pregnant belly. Your leggings are all but torn off, with a bit of maneuvering of course, before you take your position on the bed. 
Clyde comes up a minute later, groaning softly as he sees you fully naked and bent over just as he’d asked. He quickly sheds his clothes and strokes himself as he walks up beside you, spreading your lips with his prosthetic, extra careful as your glistening folds are exposed. 
He suddenly gets an idea, pulling away and walking over to the closet, pulling out one of your favorite clit vibrators. He puts a dot of lube on the toy before turning to the lowest setting, setting it gently on your sensitive nub.
The way you gasp and your hips instinctively roll down against it makes Clyde throb in his palm.
“Yeah, yer pussy loves this lil thing, huh pumpkin?”
You nod, biting your lip as your hips grind roughly and desperately down onto the small toy. You’re sweating with the effort, quickly reaching the edge of orgasm. He couldn’t believe how quickly you’d reached this point.
“G-Gon--gonna fucking c-cum, baby.”
When Clyde senses you’re about to orgasm, he clicks the button, turning it up a setting. Your eyes fly open and you cry out as an intense and sudden climax hits. 
“Fuck, oh god, C-Clyde!”
The headboard bangs on the wall as your hips buck and squirm against the vibrations, enjoying the delicious pressure and subtle pain of overstimulation.
As soon as you’re finished, he turns off the toy and tosses it onto his pile of clothes, quickly mounting the mattress behind you. He rubs his cockhead through your slick, moaning softly when he feels how much has come along with your orgasm before lining up with your entrance.
“Ya ready, pumpkin?”
You nod, and he holds your hips as he pushes forward, sheathing himself fully inside you with a long, drawn out growl.
“Lord...j-jesus christ, Y/N.”
Your hands tighten against the beam of the headboard as your body begins rocking back and forth with each snap of your husband’s skilled hips. 
“O-Oh, Clyde, baby…”
“Goddamn lil pussy’s gon’ be the d-death o’ me, I s-swear.” He mumbles, fucking you a little faster. “Yer fuckin’ soaked, pumpkin, so wet fer my c-cock.”
The whole bed squeaks and creaks against the hardwood as Clyde fucks you harder, the sound of skin slapping bouncing off the walls.
“Y-Yes, baby, yes!” You cry when he begins stroking that one special spot inside of you. “Right there, oh yeah honey, right f-fucking there!”
Clyde absolutely loves it when you make lots of noise for him, because he knows it’s all genuine. That’s one thing you told him right off the bat when you first met ten years ago, that you’d never, ever fake sexual noises or releases. And you never did.
His strokes speed up and he switches the position of his thrusts a bit so that he’s now coming up a bit underneath you. This allowed him to fully rub against your g-spot while also continuing the deep penetration that comes with the doggy-style position.
You’re seeing stars as you cum for the second time that evening, tears burning in your eyes as you cry out again with orgasm. Your walls grip him tightly and spasm around him, hips jerking randomly as you ride out your climax.
He cums not too long after you, good hand reaching up to grip your shoulder as he ruts his hips erratically, cock buried as deeply inside you as it can while rope after rope of thick seed spurts into your cunt.
“Fuck, p-pumpkin, take it all inside ye. That’s--ohhhh--that’s right, ma g-good girl, ma good lil w-wife.”
It’s already pouring out of you even before Clyde pulls out, dripping down your thighs and even some onto the bedding below. He always has really big loads, which at first he was embarrassed by, but you quickly showed him how much you loved it when he made a mess of you.
Both of you are catching your breath as Clyde slides out of you, then gets up to grab a warm washcloth. He wipes your folds gently, planting a soft kiss on your oversensitive clit before wiping up your thighs, nonchalantly tossing the used cloth aside before laying down. He has a hand on your back the entire time you gently lay down onto the bed, pulling you close once you’re down comfortably. 
His textured fingertips lightly trace random patterns on your swollen stomach, laughing softly to himself when the baby starts kicking. You laugh, too, your fingers playing with his raven waves.
“She knows her daddy already.” You say with a smile.
Clyde beams with pride, scooting down so that his face can be nice and close to your stomach.
“Hey there, lil peach. Yer mom ‘n me are real excited to meet ya in a few months, an’ so are yer aunt and uncle. You’re already so loved, peach, yer not gon’ know what to do with all of it when ya finally get here.”
You both laugh softly, and your eyes fill up with tears as you rub the back of Clyde’s head. He kisses your bump, hand still rubbing it, before sliding back up to kiss you on the lips.
“Yer amazin’, ya know that? Givin’ me a daughter, carryin’ her fer me...I’ll never be able to repay ya in this lifetime, but I’ll do my damndest.” He smiles, kissing you again. “I love ya so damn much, Y/N, ma beautiful wife ‘n momma of m’ daughter.”
Tears are beginning to dribble down your cheeks, feeling so overwhelmed with love at this moment. You’re sure that you’ll never get used to Clyde’s love and appreciation for you, but you still treasure it very, very much.
You nuzzle your nose against his, unable to wipe the smile from your expression.
“I love you more, Clyde.”
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mrs-gucci · 4 years ago
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Since requests are open, can I request a one-shot with Kylo as a serial killer and is married to the reader who discovers evidence connecting him to the killings (e.g. blood on clothes), but he doesn’t hurt her and she doesn’t turn him over to the police. I was thinking that maybe he only kills people who “deserve” to be killed, but that’s up to you. Thank you.
A Good Reason {vigilante serial killer!Kylo Ren x  Reader darkfic}
author's notes: helloooooo anon! thank you so much for sending this in!! I honestly really enjoyed writing this for you and I’s incredibly pleased with how it turned out. did this turn into a 4.3k word fic instead of my usual 1k-2k word fic? absolutely it did.
**THIS FIC CONTAINS DARK THEMES/CONTENT. READ THE WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.**
warnings: some angst. smut. some fluff. marital fights (verbal, not physical). vigilantism (or at least that’s what kylo believes it is). 
(possible) tw's: serial murders (implied, not in-detail). mentions of blood (not in-detail).
word count: 4.3k
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At first, when you married Kylo Ren, you weren't suspicious of him leading a possible double-life or being involved in any shady business. He worked normal hours, wore a suit to his regular nine-to-five, and spent most weekends at home with you.
 Yes, he wore a cold and stern demeanor and was very reserved when it came to sharing feelings, but he loved you with all he had. He truly, truly loved you.
When you said your vows to each other, he promised not to keep anything from you, that he'd always be open and honest with you. Lately, you've been brought to believe that he's violated that part of his promises. He was hiding something from you.
It all started a few months ago, when his nine-to-five started becoming more like a seven-to-eleven, then more of a days-long trips-to-god-knows-where type of job.
He’d come home and go straight up to the bedroom to shower, which was sort of odd since he didn’t usually do that, but not enough to be too suspicious. He still kissed you right when he got home, still sat next to you on the couch after his shower to watch some Netflix, still fucked you with everything he had that night before bed.
But those little things, the ones that you cherished so much, the ones that kept you a loyal, unsuspecting wife, quickly began to fade away as this mystery job began taking over his entire life. 
 Now you see him maybe once a week, twice if you’re lucky, thrice if you’re especially lucky. But, he’d almost always have to leave in the middle of the night or early the next morning. He’s been much more irritable and much less affectionate whenever you do end up seeing him, and you’re just done with it all. 
Tonight, he was home for the first time this whole week, and when he came downstairs from his shower, you just asked.
“Are you seeing someone else?”
His eyes widen, then a small scowl crosses his face. “No. What brought you to such a conclusion?”
“You’ve been gone all week, every week for the past two months, that’s what.”
You snap, all the emotions about everything finally coming to the surface.
“What the fuck else am I supposed to think you’re doing when you don’t tell me anything about where you’re off to or what you’re doing while you’re there?”
Kylo’s jaw clenches as he pours a glass of wine for himself.
“As I’ve told you, several times before, it’s confidential. I can’t tell you what I’m doing, even if I want to.”
“How about you start off by admitting to me that you quit your job at Skywalker Technologies?”
Your eyes begin to swell with tears, but you keep yourself composed for the most part.
His head whips over to you, eyes looking into your soul. “Who told you?”
“I called them Monday morning, talked to Voe.” You say. “When you were away that second week, when you didn’t come home at all until Saturday night, then left again early Sunday morning. She said you handed in your resignation a month ago and that your employment with the company had been terminated two weeks after that.”
He frowns, eyebrows furrowed in the center of his forehead. He mutters something to himself, but he’s too far away, you couldn’t hear what it was.
“Why didn’t you just tell me? You know I wouldn’t have cared; we have savings and I could go back to full-time if need be.”
 “You won’t need to work anymore after I get paid this month.” Kylo says, suddenly. “You’ll be able to retire, do all those things you wanted to do, travel to all the places you want to.”
You’re speechless, unable to process all of this sudden information. You stand, walking over to him, looking him directly in the eyes. “But I wanted to do all of those things with you, Kylo, and I thought you wanted to do them, too. None of them will be as special or as fun if I don’t do them with you.”
 He takes a long sip of wine, setting the glass down on the countertop before turning to face you head-on. His fists are clenched as his arms cross over his chest and he huffs softly.
 “I don’t know what to tell you, Y/N. I’m trying to work hard to provide for you and I, to provide the means to give everything you could ever want.”
 Your bottom lip begins to quiver, and your teeth sink down into it in order to keep it still.
“And I understand that, but I’d rather have my husband than his money. I miss you, Kylo, I miss spending time with you.”
Even his cold demeanor, his ‘tough-guy’ facade drops for a moment as he watches you stand in front of him, holding back tears. He hates making you cry, and it’s always so much worse when he knows that he’s the direct cause of your pain, of your hurt.
Suddenly, you’re enveloped by a pair of strong arms, scooped up off your feet and carried bridal-style up to your bedroom. He says nothing on the short journey upwards, although usually he doesn’t, and he sets you down gently on the bed.
Kylo’s a man of few words, more of a physical being, you’ve learned after three years of dating and two years of marriage. His eyes begin to blacken, pupils blown wide as his large, veiny hand gently traces your silk-and-lace-covered figure. 
He always loved seeing you like this, makeup-free and in a beautiful nightgown, one that he bought you. His fingers trail up and down your side, down your thigh and calf, before eventually tracing the waistband of your panties beneath the silk. 
His suit pants have already begun to tent as his fingers trace random patterns on your abdomen, soon moving up to the mounds of your breasts, where your nipples have already pebbled.
“How could I ever want anyone but you, little lamb?” Kylo whispers, almost to himself, moving his hand down your body so his pointer finger can hook the seam of the nightgown, pulling it up over your hips. He’s pleased when you lift your hips automatically, allowing him to fully expose your sheer panties to his starved eyes. “Spread your legs for me, I want to see you.”
You bite your lip, feet walking apart to slowly reveal your clothed folds to your husband. He looks with great interest at the fabric, noticing that it’s already absorbed too much of your slick, creating a small but visible wet patch at the crotch.
He brings his hand to cup his length through his pants, a quick grunt rumbling through his chest.
“I miss you.” Is all he says, head tilting slightly to the side as his eyes flicker over you. “I enjoy my new job very much, but it truly kills me to be away from you for so long, Y/N. I just want to make you happy, to provide you with a lavish lifestyle so that you can have and do whatever you want without worry.”
Your heart pitter-patters in your chest at his words, causing you to sit up on your elbows.  “But at what cost is that coming at, Kylo? It feels like I’m losing you, and I don’t want to, nee can’t, lose you.”
“You won’t. I won’t ever let that happen, lamb.” His cock is swollen almost completely, pressing dangerously against his slacks. “I will always come back to you, no matter what.”
You let your legs fall open further. Normally, you’d continue, saying that he always promises that exact thing and never delivers. But, you haven’t seen him in a week and none of that seems worth it right now.
You just want to enjoy him.
“Please.”
He smirks softly, reaching to undo the buckle of his sleek black leather belt. His pants and boxers are soon on the floor, the bottom of his button-up divided in the middle by the large protrusion of his groin.  
You lick your lips instinctively as it bobs slightly under your appreciative gaze, tip reddened with a small bead of precum collecting steadily at the slit. You’ll never get used to the beauty, the sheer mass, that is Kylo’s cock. 
“Take yours off.” He whispers, unbuttoning his dress shirt at a teasingly slow pace. “Show me how you glisten so beautifully.”
Your thumbs hook in the waistband of your panties, hips lifting off the mattress as you slide them down, flicking them aside with your foot. His eyes are glued to your newly exposed flesh, gaze like that of a starved man as he looks over your shiny slick folds.
His button-up is quickly discarded and then he’s pouncing; suddenly on top of you, pinning your hands above your head while rubbing himself through your arousal. He kisses you with great passion, perhaps with a bit of urgency, as he sheathes himself inside of you with one swift forward stroke.
You moan into his mouth, back arching up as your insides stretch to accommodate his intrusion. He wastes no time establishing a steady in-and-out rhythm, soft grunts joining each one of his forward thrusts.
“Oh Kylo...my love...” You breathe, head tilting back when his lips meet your neck. “You’re so good, baby, always make me feel so good.”
Kylo’s hips suddenly begin to snap forward, pounding into you as he falls onto his elbows, breath hot on your skin.
“Been waiting all week for this sweet pussy.” He growls into your ear, kissing the spot just behind it. “Missed feeling you wrapped around me, lamb.”
A line of sweat forms on his forehead as he drills you into the mattress. This was your absolute favorite thing about sex with Kylo: he was so gentle yet rough, the perfect balance between both sides of the spectrum.
Your orgasm is rapidly approaching, now, his shaft rubbing your walls building the ideal friction for a long and earth-shattering release. 
“I’m nothing without you.” He suddenly breathes, a choked cry escaping his pillowy lips as he lets your hands go, instead gripping your hips tightly. “You’re my e-everything, my whole fucking world, Y/N.”
You weave your hands in his raven locks, gasping as he fucks you harder. 
“My god, Kylo, I love you.”
“Lamb.” His lip begins to tremble. “I won’t last. I c-can’t…”
Your hands come to rest at the bottoms of your knees, forcing your legs further back and apart, allowing him to reach deeper inside you. He inhales sharply, jaw slack as his eyes flutter shut.
“It’s okay, Kylo, you can cum.”
He sits up on his haunches, lifting your hips up to meet his, the once steady pace now sloppy and desperate. 
“Christ...f-fuck…yes.” He breathes, head falling back. “Gods, I love you, I lo--ggnnnnaahhh!”
His hips pause deep inside your walls, eyes flying open as he leans forward a bit, spilling his thick release rope after rope into you.
You reach down and begin rubbing your clit, back arching further as a soft moan comes from your lips. Your walls clench and Kylo’s hips pick a deep thrusting pace once more, eager to milk your orgasm as much as possible.
“Kylo!”
He looks down at you. “Cum.”
That’s all it took before you went tumbling over the edge, crying out as your release hits then floods all throughout your body. Your fingers dig into the muscle of his bicep as you ride out the high.
Kylo collapses next to you moments later, the both of you catching your breaths for a minute before intertwining and eventually falling asleep in each other’s loving embrace.
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When you wake up the next morning, the sheets next to you are cold, showing no sign of the man that inhabited them last night.
He’s gone...again.
What did you expect, really? That you have one night of loving-yet-mindblowing sex and that was somehow enough to convince him to stay with you? 
You sigh, sitting up and getting out of bed, shuddering as your flesh is exposed to the cool air of the bedroom after hours under the warm covers.
That night, much to your surprise, you get home from dinner out with a few of your girlfriends and see Kylo’s car in the garage. 
Two nights in a row? This hasn’t happened in a long time.
A rush of excitement surges through you as you walk into the house, looking around the kitchen and living room, not seeing Kylo anywhere.
And then, you smell it, overwhelmingly so. 
Bonfire smoke.
Who in the world would be having a bonfire right now? It’s a Monday night. And even when your neighbors did have one, it never smelled this strongly before. 
The curtains on the back door were drawn shut, which was a bit odd, but when flashes of yellow and orange peek out from behind them, your eye is caught. You walk over and pull them open.
At the same time you do that, a tall dark figure appears through the glass, causing you to screech.
Your husband quickly opens the door, holding his hands up in front of him. “Hey, it’s alright, just me.”
“Kylo, jesus christ.” You say, hand over your chest.
When you look up at him properly, you freeze. 
Blood. On his face, spatter similar to the pattern of freckles and moles sprinkled over his pale skin.
Blood. On his dress shirt and pants.
He realizes what you’re looking at, realizes his grave mistake, inwardly cursing himself for not washing his face and taking the bloodied clothes off right when he got home. Damnit.
“Kylo...what…?”
For once, he has absolutely nothing to say, no excuse for what you’re seeing. He can’t think of a single damn thing to say for himself, to defend the blood soaked into his skin and into his clothes.
He looks you right in the eyes, his intense gaze staring right into your soul.  “What I’m about to tell you must stay between us. You cannot tell anyone, and I mean anyone, about it.”
You nod.
“This new job…”
Kylo whispers.
“I’m a hitman, a murder-for-hire, whatever you want to call it.”
Your eyes go wide as saucers and you pull away, trembling slightly. 
“But, I promise, I only kill bad people.”
You laugh humorlessly. “Oh, well in that case!”
“I’m serious, Y/N.” His jaw clenches. You’ve clearly hit a nerve. “I need a good reason to kill someone, and I’ll only kill people that truly deserve it.”
“So you’re a vigilante? Why didn’t you just fucking say so? That totally changes everything!” You say sarcastically, still in shock that you’re even talking about this. “And you’re saying that when you kill people, it’s alright, but when other people do it it’s not? Murder is murder, Kylo, it doesn’t fucking matter if they ‘deserve’ it or not.” 
He takes a step forward, closing the space between you. You take another step back.
“What I do,” Another forward step. You step back again, back hitting the wall. “Is different. I do it for good reason, I do it to see justice served unto people who fucking got away with whatever bad thing they did.”
The breath is taken from your throat as your bloody husband stands in front of you, hot breath tickling your skin. His head hangs, lips next to your ear.
“And if you tell anyone about this, murmur even a single word about it, you’ll be killed.” His hand trails down your arm lightly, making you shiver. “The people I work with and that I work for...they won’t hesitate to order a hit on you. They’re very rich and very powerful with very little remorse.”
You put your hands on his chest, pushing him away just a bit, enough for you to look up at him properly. “Do not threaten me like one of your fucking targets, Kylo. I understand the weight of the situation, and I don’t appreciate you speaking to me like I’m stupid.”
He presses you against the wall, caging you in with his body, arms on either side of your head. His breath suddenly turns shaky as he plants a kiss behind your ear.
“Lamb...please.” He pleads, voice barely louder than a breath. “You h-have to keep this a secret. They’ll kill you without a second thought, and I can’t...fuck, I c-can’t lose you.”
Tears begin to swell in your eyes.  “Why’d you even do it? Why’d you do this, Kylo?”
“I wanted to.” Kylo huffs, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. “It...it makes me feel good, Y/N. It makes me feel alive, and I know that it’s wrong, but I’m addicted. I feel powerful, like I can deliver justice to those who really deserve it, and have power over life and death.”
His cock hardens in his bloodstained slacks, rolling himself subtly against your stomach. God, this is so wrong, so disgusting...and yet, nothing else feels more right. 
You’re so torn. You should turn him in, have him put in jail for what he’s done. You should leave him, should be repulsed and scared at the idea that your husband kills people for money. You should feel scared of him, scared at how much he enjoys killing people.
But, none of that is what you feel right now. You don’t feel repulsed, you don’t feel scared of him or like you want to leave him. You don’t feel any of those things.
You feel hot, your skin like magma as he grinds himself against you. “Promise that you’ll never hurt me.”
He nods, growling at the friction on his aching cock.
“Never, lamb, never ever. I would never hurt you, you’re my everything, my beautiful wife. I’d rather die than harm you in any way.” 
Your arms wrap around the back of his neck, pulling at his raven hair. “Go burn those clothes, then come upstairs and I’ll help you wash off.”
His lips tug up into a soft smile, pressing his hips into you one more time.
“I’ll need your help with more than just washing off, little lamb.”
“Mmhmm,” You hum. “We’ll see.”
Kylo nips your earlobe before pulling away and heading out back to the bonfire, unbuttoning his shirt along the way.
Should you turn him in? Probably, but you won’t. Not out of fear of getting killed, you know he’d never let that happen anyway, but because you love him. You love him so much it fucking hurts, and you know it’s wrong to cover up something like this, but damn if it isn’t the most exhilarated you’ve felt in your whole entire life. 
You rush upstairs to start the bath, sprinkling in some of those eucalyptus bath salts and those oils he likes so much, shedding your clothes in anticipation. 
He comes up a few minutes later, wearing only his boxers, and he pauses in the doorway to admire your figure from behind. How did he get so lucky?
“Smells good in here.” He says softly. “But I think I like the view a bit more.”
Your cheeks warm, looking over your shoulder at your raven-haired husband. “I put some of your favorite salts and oils in.”
Kylo steps up behind you, hand tracing your sides before settling on your hips, pulling you back against him suddenly. His lips plant soft, feather-light kisses on your bare shoulder.
“You’re incredible, you know that?”
“Yeah, I know.”
He smiles against your skin. “And very humble, too.”
You reach around and pull the elastic waistband of his boxers, letting them snap back against his skin.
“Take these off and get in the tub, handsome. Let me take care of you tonight.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He chuckles in your ear, pulling away a bit so that he can take his boxers off, tossing them aside before stepping into the tub. He keeps his legs spread just enough for you to settle between.
You grab the soap, his shampoo, and a loofah before joining him in the hot water, sighing as it instantly soothes your taut muscles. 
Your knees fall on either side of his hips as you move to straddle him, kissing the tip of his nose when you settle. You turn on the pulsating shower head, moving it along his scalp. 
His eyes roll into the back of his head as the jets work wonders on his scalp. And when you run your hand through his locks with the shampoo, he groans softly. He leans forward, kissing and sucking at your neck as you wash his hair for him.
“So good to me.” He whispers onto your skin, running his nose along your jawline. “I love you so much, little lamb.”
You kiss his forehead softly, turning on the shower head again.
“Love you too. Do you want conditioner?”
“Please.” Kylo nods.
Your fingers knead the conditioner through his hair, rinse it out, then put some soap on the loofah. You work the soap into his firm body, gliding easily over each ridge as you work over his chest and arms, then down to his abdomen.
His cock is steadily hardening with each touch you give him, and you subtly grind back and forth, hips gyrating on top of him. His head tilts back and he holds your hips, pressing his crotch up closer to yours.
“Mmmm, be patient.” He takes the loofah out of your hand, beginning to rub suds over your dampened skin. “Lemme wash you, too.”
You whine softly, this intimate touch creating such a beautifully twisted moment. You’ve just found out that your husband is a serial killer, and here you are, bathing with him, completely unafraid.
Maybe you’re crazy, and maybe you’re out of your fucking mind, but none of it matters. Not when it’s just you and him, not in moments like this.
Once he’s finished washing you, the loofah is quickly tossed aside and he’s on you in an instant; lips on yours, hands exploring every inch of your freshly-cleaned skin. He groans softly against you, calloused palms finding the mounds on your chest, giving them a gentle squeeze.
Your back arches under his touch, head falling back, a small sigh leaving your lips. His thumb and forefinger give your pebbled nipples a few firm pinches, enjoying the way you so evidently react. 
“Hands and knees, little lamb.” Kylo whispers, low voice sending a shiver down your spine.
You nod, smirking as you turn over, water sloshing around as you do so. You position yourself accordingly, wiggling your ass back and forth to tease him. 
His hand suddenly comes down on you, a loud smack echoing through the bathroom. You squeal softly, loving it when he gets a little rough with you. 
He sits up on his knees, pumping his half-hard cock with meaningful strokes, bringing himself to full hardness before rubbing his head through your folds. Your hips instinctively grind back against him, and he smacks your ass again.
“Behave.” He warns with a smirk, kneading your warming skin. “Desperate tonight, aren’t we?”
You roll your eyes, chuckling softly. “It’s your fault for getting me all worked up in the first place.”
Kylo hums, lining himself up with your entrance and pushing in with little delay, immediately picking up a steady rhythm. You moan, body rocking back and forth with each of his thrusts. 
“Mmmm, yeah K-Kylo.”
Your insides tighten around him, pulling a surprised grunt from deep in his throat. 
“Fuck.” His hips speed up, the increasingly frantic slapslapslap of skin colliding surrounds the both of you.
As your orgasm draws nearer and nearer, you begin pushing back against him, meeting his every forward thrust. His fingers grip the meat of your hips tighter as he fucks you even harder, desperate to make you cum.
“C’mon, my little lamb, cum around my cock.”
He breathes, bending down and planting his hands on either side of you.  His head turns so that his lips are at your ear.
“I’ll never let them hurt you, Y/N. I’m nothing without you in my life, a-and I’ll never let anything--goddamnit--bad happen to you.”
Your eyes roll into the back of your head, teetering on the edge of climax just from his whispered promises, the guarantee that he’ll protect you, that he’ll never hurt you or let anyone else hurt you...that he loves you.
When his thick finger comes down to tease the sensitive nub between your thighs, you’re done for, crying out loudly as your release quickly coats his shaft. Your body jerks and jolts as he continues to fuck you even harder than before, his noises heavy yet soft in your ear.
“Yes, fuck, I’m gonna c-cum!” Kylo growls, hand wrapping around your neck. “Gonna fill you s-so good and full of my cum.”
You’re ready, always ready for him, and he cums mere seconds after muttering the words.
“Ohhhhh god, jesus christ!” He groans loudly, burying his face into your back as rope after rope paints your walls.
Kylo keeps himself buried inside you long after he cums, not wanting to let you go. He meant what he said before; he loves his job, but it’s not easy being away from you, the love of his freakin’ life.
If anything ever happens to you… No. He can’t even think about it.
Eventually he does pull out, sitting back in the tub’s now-lukewarm water, pulling you down with him. He kisses your neck and shoulders, holding you close against him.
“I’m spending the night tonight, and most of tomorrow, here with you. I’m all yours until then, lamb.”
You smile softly to yourself, leaning back against him. “And I’ll be embracing every single second of it.”
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mrs-gucci · 4 years ago
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A Different Kind of Urgent {Charlie Barber x Reader}
author’s notes: hellooooo! my penpal friend, a fellow adam driver rat, sent me a print of a charlie picture (that I’d seen a gajillion times before, mind you) and for some reason, I thirsted hard. so, naturally, I wrote a fic inspired by the picture. the reader in this story is a college professor, but it doesn’t really contribute to any ‘essential’ parts of the story (aka the smutty parts). it’s just her job lol
warnings: smut. some fluff. masturbation. semi-public smut. the sending of nudes (well, lingerie pics, to be specific). charlie’s dad outfits™️. cigarette smoking during sex. uhh tennis shoe kink??
(possible) tw’s: semi-public sex. semi-public masturbation. tobacco use (as is canon for Charlie’s character). implied age gap (everyone’s over 21, no more than 10 years).
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You’re in the middle of class when Charlie texts you. Your phone buzzes and buzzes on your desk so much so that you have to stop your lecture for a few seconds, worried that something urgent has happened.
Well, something did happen, and it was pretty urgent, but not exactly in the way you’d expected.
-Charlie: I know you’re teaching class right now kid.- -Charlie: But I need you.- -Charlie: Right now.-
A shiver runs down your spine as you read his words on the screen.
-Y/N: I’ve got like 45 more minutes of lecture, baby, I can’t.-
He growls under his breath, cock straining in his tan khakis.
-Charlie: Fuck.- -Charlie: Can you send me a picture? Just need to see your pretty body, kid.-
-Y/N: Say please, Charlie.-
Charlie groans in sexual frustration, hips bucking up in his desk chair.
-Charlie: Jesus fucking christ, fucking brat. PLEASE! PLEASE send me a picture!-
You smirk, picking out one of the lingerie photos you’d taken when you were home alone one night. You’ve been waiting for the right time to whip them out and...well, this seems like the right time.
-Y/N: Attachment 1 image- -Y/N: Knock yourself out. Take a picture when you’re done, and I’ll be over as soon as class is finished.-
His shaky hands scramble to type in his phone passcode and click on your message, a strangled moan leaving his lips at the picture you chose. He’d never seen this one before, never seen this set of lingerie before.  He unbuckles his belt and almost tears the button clean off his khakis as he pulls his cock out, tip already red and drooling with precum. 
Before he starts anything, he quickly runs over to his office door, locking it to keep anyone from walking in. 
His navy cardigan suddenly feels almost suffocating and he sheds it without hesitation, unbuttoning his dress shirt and parting it, revealing his undershirt. 
Wait...you want a picture. Fuck.
An idea comes to him and he whimpers, equal parts aroused and nervous about giving it a try. God he hasn’t touched himself since the divorce proceedings, just needing to blow off some fucking steam, but you’ve reignited his sexual passion, overwhelmingly so, and seemingly even more than before. Maybe even more than ever, if he’s honest with himself.
He feels like a teenager again, both completely smitten with you while at the same time incredibly horny for you.
Charlie stands up on shaky legs and shoves all the paperwork off his desk, clearing a roomy spot right in the center. He bites his lip as he props his phone up on his desktop computer with the picture of you pulled up. Jerking off with just his hand wouldn’t be enough this time around, a small part of him just knew it. He needs to fuck you, fuck something.
He positions his hands around the edge of his desk, leaving his thumbs right at the top, putting them in a wonky sort of ‘o’ shape. He adjusts so that the sharp edge is pressing against his palm before experimentally thrusting his length forward into the hole he’s created with his thumbs, immediately groaning in pleasure. 
“O-Oh, kid.”
He whispers, picking up a slow thrusting rhythm, eyes squeezed shut as he imagines your pussy.
“Such a good little pussy, my good f-fucking girl.” A line of sweat has already begun forming on his forehead as he moves a bit quicker, growling wildly with each thrust. He’s embarrassingly close already. “God, j-jesus fucking christ, gonna make me cum so f-fast, kid. I’m already s-so close, damnit.”
His hips grow desperate, bucking erratically into his grip. The drag of his cock against the faux wood surface feels absolutely incredible, and he barely even hears the desk begin to groan and shift against the floor of his office, too consumed with his impending orgasm.
“Yeah, you ready? Y-You fuckin’ ready for my big fat--fuck!--load in this pretty little--shit!--k-kitty?”
Just hearing him say the word aloud, his nickname for your cunt, has him cumming within moments. His vision blacks out for a second as his hips rut forward, a seemingly continuous stream of warm white cum painting his desktop. 
“Ahhhhh, fuuuuuuuck.”
He has to bury his mouth into his shirt arm to hide the cries that come from him, eyebrows knitted at the center of his forehead. His breathing is heavy as he begins coming down from his high, eyes flitting open and looking down at the mess he’d made. 
His load had gone across the entire width of his desk, and his eyes widened for a moment as his brain somehow comprehended to grab his phone and take a picture of the spread. 
-Charlie: Attachment 1 image- -Charlie: Come straight to my office when you get to the theater.-
You take a quick peek at the message from Charlie as your students pull out their workbooks, jaw dropping when you open the picture full-screen. Holy shit, he really did need it.
-Y/N: You sure you still have enough to fill me up with when I get there?-
-Charlie: I always have enough for you, kid. Gonna have it leaking out of you when you leave.-
You chew your lip, thinking of a quick yet clever response.
-Y/N: Is that a promise?-
He groans under his breath, chuckling lightly with a small smile.
-Charlie: Absolutely. Can’t wait to see you, kid.-
-Y/N: I’m excited too. I’ll be there in 20.-
The twenty minutes it takes for you to finish class and walk over to Exit Ghost feels like some of the longest in Charlie’s life, knee bouncing impatiently and eyes glued to the door. He twirls the Marlboro package in his hand, the clock behind his desk tick-tick-ticking the seconds away. 
Finally, a soft knock comes and, just in case it isn’t you, he stuffs the carton into his pocket. “Come in.”
Your head pokes through the door and you smile at him as you walk in, shutting and locking the door behind you. You immediately notice his outfit, specifically his shoes, which are propped up on his desk. 
He knows that you like how he dresses, especially when he dresses very dad-like. And those sneakers he has, the white ones with the blue lines on them...god, they drive you absolutely crazy and you have no idea why.
Your bags are quickly shoved off your shoulder by the impatient director, pulling you into his body as his lips attack yours fiercely. He notices the way you’re eyeing his outfit, and it’s then that he realizes what shoes he has on, the pair that you like so much. Oh, he could use that.
His grip on the meat of your hips tightens increasingly as the kiss heats up, lips eventually moving down to your neck. 
“Well, hello to you too.”
You say, laughing softly.
“Mmmm,” He hums onto your skin, lips littering kisses and small nibbles everywhere they can reach. “I missed you, kiddo, feels like forever since we’ve had time for something like this.”
Charlie’s large body presses you up against the door, hands eager to rid you of your pants. He quickly yanks them down to your ankles, fingers finding your clothed folds.
“I’ve got a staff meeting at two, baby. We h-have to be kind of quick...sorry.” You breathe, hand wrapping in his hair, tugging at the silky raven locks.
A small and slightly disappointed sigh leaves his lips, but nothing more is said on the matter. His movements do become a bit more rushed, though, digits dipping beneath the fabric to shove up into your entrance. 
Your legs spread instinctively, knees shaking as he finger-fucks you, thick digits scissoring inside you to prepare for his girth. Meanwhile, you try to focus on getting his belt and pants undone, but it’s awfully hard when his fingers feel so damn good.
He pulls away suddenly, sucking the juices off his fingers as his hungry eyes roam your figure. The carton of cigarettes presses against his thigh and he smirks, pulling his digits out with a lewd pop.
Charlie suddenly pulls you off the door, putting himself in your spot instead. He smirks, fingers running under your chin, keeping your head tilted up at him.
“Will you go open the window for me please, beautiful?”
You nod, rushing over to push it open, then come back over to stand in front of him.
“Good girl. Thank you.”
His pointer finger twirls and points to the floor while the other hand grabs the pack and lighter from his pants pocket.
“Now, turn around and bend over right here, hold your ankles or feet, or whatever.”
As you position yourself accordingly, he leans back against the door, legs spread and sneaker-clad feet planted on either side of you, right within your line of vision. He’s almost fully hard again already as he moves to free his cock from its khaki confines, undoing his pants just enough to have it out. 
Again, his cardigan feels suffocatingly hot, so he quickly pulls it off and tosses it away. He rolls the sleeves up on his button-up, a sight that makes your insides clench.
He jams a cigarette between his teeth, jaw clenching when he looks up and realizes that you’re bent over for him, in just the way he asked. Your glistening pussy’s on full display as you wiggle your ass a bit, his cock bobbing and twitching with excitement. 
“Oh kid, you’re dripping.” Charlie whispers, almost to himself, hand kneading one of the globes of your ass.
You chuckle softly. “Hey, baby? As much as I love hearing and feeling you, my legs are getting kinda tired.”
Laughing, Charlie says a quick ‘sorry’ before holding and pulling your hips back, lining himself up with your soaked entrance. He pulls you back some more, impaling you on his cock, head falling back against the door as he does so. 
His hands shakily ignited the small flame on his lighter, bringing it up until the tip of the cigarette turned orange before flipping the cap back on and shoving it back in his pocket. He takes a long drag, groaning on the exhale. 
He keeps one hand on your hip while the other spreads out on your lower back, guiding you back and forth over his shaft slowly, gently.
“Thaaat’s it, just like this, kid.”
Your eyes roll into the back of your head, the impossibly deep angle created with this new position has it feeling like he’s reaching into your guts. Plus, with the natural up-curve of his cock, he’s brushing all the right spots inside you.
“C-Charlie…”
The familiar and comforting scent of Charlie’s cigarettes fills your nostrils, a haze of smoke surrounds your joined bodies. He continues to move you up and down on his length, buttocks clenching as his hips naturally rock forward, burying himself to the hilt each time you sink down.
“God...jesus christ...love this little pussy of yours, kid.” He breathes through his gritted teeth. “Taking me so nicely, always wrapped around me so goddamn tight.”
You quickly begin moving yourself up and down his stiff rod, bouncing as fast as you can manage. The sweet burn in your thighs only grows more prominent with each passing second, but you don’t care, too consumed in pleasure.
“Mmmmmyyyeah, baby, all for you.”
His hand comes down on your ass, giving it a firm smack before taking another quick drag, exhaling through his nose.
“That’s f-fucking right, all mine. You love being a little slut for this cock, huh? I know you do, you love when I bring you in my office and fuck your pretty cunt in the middle of the goddamn work day, can’t even wait until I get home, this f-filthy slut cunt needs to be split open and stuffed nice and full. Can’t go one fucking day without my cum fucked in you, always needs to be filled up and leaking, hm?”
Charlie was never able to do stuff like this or talk to Nicole like this. She was pretty vanilla when it came to sex, just like to be fucked quietly in bed. He called her a ‘slut’ once and she almost cried, lecturing him for half an hour afterwards on how disrespectful it was.
But now, he gets to explore everything he hasn’t gotten the chance to with you. You love it all, love the way he talks filth in your ear, calls you naughty names. You love getting fucked in all sorts of places, which at first made him a little nervous, cheeks and the tips of his ears bright red when you asked him to fuck you in your classroom or finger you under your dress on the subway. But, after almost a year and a half together, you can safely say that he’s a full-on exhibitionist deviant.
Your walls clamp down around him, eyes still squeezed shut as you feel his hips begin to thrust forward. Soon, he holds you almost completely still, moving his hips as fast as he can. His cigarette is almost ashes at this point, and he kicks himself for not thinking of a good disposal plan beforehand.
“Oh baby, oh baby...f-fuck!” You whine, hips squirming and gyrating as your impending orgasm grows closer. “Y-Yeah, I love it, love everything you do to me. Wanna take every s-single fucking drop of your cum, Charlie, want it inside me, want it dripping down my thighs.”
He almost loses his mind over your comments, drilling into you at an impossibly hard and fast rate, the lewd slapping squelching sound of your hips colliding overwhelmingly prominent in the space around you. 
“You’ll go back to work with so much cum shoved into you, make you sit through your stupid fucking meeting with my cum dripping out of you. B-Better hope no one notices, huh? Better hope your boss doesn’t find out what a good little cockslut you are, how much you love having a pussy-full of your boyfriends f-fucking cum.”
A few muted cries leave your lips as he pounds you harder, his own words spurring him on. He can feel your walls pulsing around him, a sure-fire sign that you’re about to cum. 
“C-Charlie! Charlie, I...I’m close.”
“K-Know you are, kid, I know you are. You’re doing so f-fucking well for me, Y/N, squeezing my big cock like a fuckin champ.” Charlie growls, quickly tossing his spent cigarette in a coffee mug on a nearby table. “And now you’re gonna rub your little clit and cum for me like I know you want to. C’mon, kid, wanna feel you come undone around me.”
You quickly begin rubbing your clit and, despite the odd angle, it brings you right up to the edge. You just need something, just a little something, to push you over the edge. Your eyes flutter open to look up at him, but then, you’re met with the sight of his sneakers.
“Goddamnit!” You’re cumming almost instantly, flooding his shaft with your release. “Yes! Oh god, yeah, c-cumming for you baby!”
His hips keep pumping, taking you right through your climax before abruptly coming to a halt when they’re buried as deep inside you as they can possibly be. His eyes go wide before squeezing shut, a guttural groan ripping through his chest as he pumps and shoves his thick creamy load into you.
“T-Take it, f-filthy whore!” He groans, rutting his hips the whole way through, making sure every drop is put inside you.
Once he’s finished, having ridden out his high to its fullest, he tucks himself back into his pants before helping you stand back up. He holds you close, looking down at you with a bright, genuine smile. 
“You’re amazing, incredible...just so perfect.” He kisses all over your face before landing on your lips.
Your cheeks heat up at his compliments, hands weaving through his hair as the kiss deepens. 
Suddenly, someone knocks on your office door, jiggling the doorknob.
“Charlie?”
His eyes fly open and he pulls away. Shit.
“Yeah, I’m h-here, just give me a minute!”
You quickly pull your pants up and jump under his desk to hide just as he opens the door, running a hand through his hair. 
He talks to the person on the other side of the door in a rushed voice, answering their multitude of questions before quickly shutting the door, sighing as you crawl out from under the desk. 
“At least we both got to cum, unlike last time.” You walk up and put your hands on his pecs, rubbing them over the fabric. “I gotta get going though, baby. I wanna grab lunch from the deli before my staff meeting.”
Charlie nods, dipping his head down to kiss you one last time, nuzzling his large nose against yours. 
“Come over tonight, though? Nicole’s in town and she’s got Henry, so we’ll have the house to ourselves. I feel like we haven’t spent any quality time together lately.”
Nodding, you smile. “I would love to come over. I’ll text you when I get home.”
“Great.” He smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll see you later, kid. Have a good meeting.”
You laugh as you grab your bag and head out, turning back to wave and flash him a soft smile.
“See you tonight.”
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mrs-gucci · 4 years ago
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Can I request fluff HCs with Maurizio being jealous of a dog (I was thinking a puppy and maybe the breed could be a French bulldog) the reader got as a birthday present from a friend, because the dog is always around her and makes it hard for them to be alone?
HC's: Maurizio Gucci Being Jealous of His Girl's New Dog
author's notes: helloooo anon! ok, when I say I giggled at this request, I literally giggled at the this request. I absolutely love this idea, thank you so much for requesting it!! I’m actually fostering a puppy at the moment, so this is just so  perfect. quick post-writing disclaimer: I went all out for this lol so it’s kinda long...oops
warnings: a steamy makeout session w/ some light touching.
no tw's, just pure cuteness :)
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Now, we all know that Maurizio does not like sharing when it comes to you. He wants you all to himself.
So, when your friend gives you a puppy for your birthday, he’s already wary of the whole thing. Not only about having a dog in the mansion, free to roam, but about how much time and attention you’re gonna have to give the young creature.
But, he greatly underestimates how much work and attention a puppy actually needs.
He’s so used to coming home and being able to have you all to himself, however, wherever, whenever he wants you.
With the puppy, though, he can barely get a minute alone with you anymore. You’re his tesoro, his beloved girlfriend, and he wants to be with you as much as he can since he works so much.
And, whenever he does, it’s always interrupted. Allow me to briefly set the scene:
He gets home after a bad day at the House, and all he wants is you. You’re on the couch, and suddenly, he’s scooping you up and sitting down on the leather loveseat, putting you in his lap. Your lips crash together, melding rhythmically as his hands trail up and down the outline of your body, soon moving to cup your ass and pull you further onto his lap. His cock is hard already; it’s been such a stressful day and he hasn’t had a moment alone with you like this in weeks. He’s reaching up to pull your shirt off while you’re reaching down to unbuckle his Gucci belt. He’s reaching for your tits and you’re reaching for the protrusion under his pants...
Ruff! Ruff! The soft pitter-patter of puppy paws reaches both of your ears, and you sigh against his mouth, laughing softly. “Yup, just in time.”
At some point, when he’s had enough, just because he can, he would hire a part-time dog nanny.
Literally, he would hire someone to take care of the dog for a few hours just so that he can fuck you in peace and have some alone time with you.
Oh, and have I mentioned that him and the puppy have developed a sort of rivalry, vying for your attention?
Yeah, it’s a real thing.
Maurizio takes great pleasure in getting your attention before the puppy does. He will look over his shoulder at the dog and smirk, or he’ll be hugging you and will shoot the dog a dirty look.
The dog gets him right back, though. The puppy will either break up embraces between you and him, squeeze between the two of you when you’re sitting next to each other on the couch, or terrorize Maurizio’s side of the bedroom closet.
His suits will be all over the floor, and the puppy won’t rip them or ruin them, no, they’ll just be pulled from their hangers. Sometimes the puppy will hide his favorite pairs of socks somewhere in the bedroom so that he has to look for them in the mornings.
The puppy will also bark at him every single opportunity that presents itself, especially when he’s talking to you.
Maurizio gets soooooo mad when all of this happens, and he hates when he’s a few minutes late because he was looking all over for his socks that the puppy hid from him.
But, and he’ll deny this ‘till the very end...he’s got a major soft spot for the dog.
Like, sometimes late at night when Maurizio falls asleep on the couch or in his desk chair, he’ll always find the dog somewhere in the room, usually snoozing at his feet or on his lap.
And he’ll buy the dog things, like collars, toys, beds, stuff like that. He never tells you about it, but obviously when a bunch of designer dog attire begins appearing all over the house, you get a bit suspicious.
This whole thing, the obvious rivalry and the secret love between him and your puppy just makes you laugh, and you find it all really sweet. Maurizio doesn’t have many soft spots, just for you mainly, so seeing him develop a soft spot for your puppy just warms your heart.
I love this idea so much :) I may or may not have to write a fic sometime soon :)
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mrs-gucci · 4 years ago
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When The Cat’s Away... {Charlie Barber x Reader}
author’s note: hellooo! I had this idea one day and I just had to write it up. my other Charlie story has been quite successful (thanks everyone!) so here’s another one. this one’s definitely much less ‘dark’ than the other one and a little closer to canon Charlie’s character. 
warnings: smut. charlie calling you “kid”™️. use of the terms“kitty” and “cumbucket” to describe parts of your body. a generous amount of dirty talk. sprinkles of degradation. oral sex. face-fucking.
(possible) tw’s: implied age gap (no more than 10 years, reader is over 21). infidelity/extramarital affair (they’re separated at this point, but still technically married). brief mention/implication of tobacco use at the very end.
word count: 3.6k
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A shiver runs down your spine when you pull out your phone and see Charlie’s name on the screen.
Charlie: Nicole and Henry are gone for the weekend. Get your ass over here, kid. Want you right fucking now.
You smirk.
Y/N: on my way.
It always feels a little weird coming over here, to the (sorta) marital home of Charlie and Nicole Barber. You never were sure where they stood, whether or not they’re actually gonna go through with the divorce or just separate.
Not that it mattered to you, at least, not really. Charlie will still want you more than her, and that’s really all you give a shit about. You walk up to the door and pull out the spare key he gave you a little while back, putting it through the lock, twisting until it opened.
Charlie was sitting on the couch in the living room when you walked upstairs, and he immediately looked up and gave you a smirk.
“That was quick.”
“You said you wanted me ‘right fucking now.’ I’m nothing if not eager to please.”
“Mm, yeah you are.”
He chuckles, patting his thighs.
“C’mere, kid.”
You drop your purse and take your shoes off before walking up to him, standing between his spread legs. He scoots to the end of the couch, hands trailing up your clothed thighs slowly as he leans forward, mouthing at the button on your jeans.
“God, it feels like forever since I’ve had you like this.”
Your breath catches in your throat when his large hands come up and squeeze your ass suddenly, causing you to lose your balance for a second. He grins against you, moving back down to grab and squeeze at your creamy denim-clad thighs. 
His lips leave kisses all over your lower abdomen as his nose brushes against it, and he soon slouches down to begin mouthing, kissing and nuzzling at the front of your jeans, just below where the zipper ended. 
Charlie pauses for a moment, sliding down off the couch onto his knees, nose tucking itself up between your thighs. He takes a long, slow inhale, groaning before nibbling at the area.
“Kitty missed me too, huh? Poor little kitty, so desperate to be fucked and filled by my big cock. Oh, she’s so wet for me already, I can smell it. She wants it so bad.”
You whimper softly, resisting the urge to grind down on his face. You loved that Charlie had nicknames for your body parts, but you especially liked when he called your pussy ‘kitty’. There was something so erotic about it, and yet, it has such a feeling of innocence behind it. 
He groans against you and you can tell that he’s started touching himself as he mouths at your clothed folds. His teeth come into play shortly after, nose rubbing as his teeth bite at the hem on the crotch. 
“Oh fuck yeah, she wants this big fat cock, shit...fuckin’ own this sweet little kitty, get to fuck it whenever I want. And she loves it, kitty loves getting fucked. 
He’s mumbling, so caught up in the moment.
“Do you like it when I use your kitty, Y/N?”
You nod.
“Y-Yeah, I like it.”
His growl is low as he pulls away, aggressively palming himself through his khakis. He reaches up and practically rips the button off and yanks the zipper down before helping the jeans down your legs until they pooled at your ankles. 
“Of course you do. You like everything I do to you, everything I give you, isn’t that right kid?”
It’s getting progressively harder and harder to stay still with his assault, thighs beginning to tremble.
“I do.”
Charlie dives right in, breath hot on your covered mound as he begins to nuzzle with his nose, jaw slack and panting onto the fabric. You hear his belt buckle being undone, followed by the button and zipper on his khakis. 
“O-Oh, yeah.”
He breathes, smearing the bead of precum down his shaft, pumping himself slowly.
You’re so turned on, you can barely move or speak. Charlie knows you have a thing for his nose, and he uses it as much as possible. He’s actually come to enjoy this, teasing your pussy with his nose and mouth. Plus, as you found out a few hookups ago, he admitted that he enjoys smelling your panties sometimes when you accidentally leave them behind. 
So, it’s a win for everyone.
His teeth grab and tug at the thin crotch of your panties while his hand pumps his cock, and he groans gently against you every few movements.
“God, love the way you smell, kid. Love how sweet this kitty smells for me, wanna just fuckin’ bury my face in it all the goddamn time. Ought to make you grind and cum all over my pillow so I can fucking smell you whenever I’m laying on it.”
“B-But then you’d be hard every time you tried to go to bed.”
Your head tilts back and you let out a soft whine, hips gradually beginning to gyrate on his face.
He chuckles against you, kissing your inner thigh tenderly.
“True. I already have to masturbate enough when Nicole’s home, don’t need any more of that.”
The idea of Charlie masturbating always turns you on, you love imagining it. And, it’s even hotter when you imagine him doing it with a pair of your panties pressed up against his nose.
You shudder at the thought, hand reaching down to thread your fingers through his soft raven hair. 
“C’mon, Charlie, enough teasing.”
You tug on his hair, making him grunt as he looks up at you.
His teeth grab the crotch of your panties again, this time pulling them down off your hips, letting them pool around your ankles. He leans back and rests his head on the seat cushion before pulling you closer.
“Gonna fucking devour your kitty, make you cum so fucking hard you fucking black out.”
You gasp when his tongue begins eagerly lapping at your folds, slipping and sliding through them with ease. You kneel down on the couch, knees on either side of your head, knowing that you won’t be able to stand much longer if he keeps this up.
“Kitty’s so fucking good, jesus, how do you taste so sweet? It’s fucking incredible, love eating your little f-fucking cunt.”
Your breath is shaky and your hips begin grinding on top of him, leaning forward to grip the back of the couch to stabilize yourself. 
One of his fingers comes up and begins circling your clit, while his tongue swirls around your entrance, and you moan.
“Oh yeah, Charlie, fuck that’s good.”
Charlie’s hips buck into his hand as your words flow through his ears. You know he loves it when you talk and encourage him like that, he loves hearing all your sounds.
Your insides start to clench as your orgasm approaches, and Charlie seems to pick up on this fact, quickly switching his finger and tongue, now licking your clit while he shoves his thick digit up inside you.
“You gonna cum for me, kid? Hm? I know you are, little slut.”
He smacks your inner thigh hard, then looks up at you, pupils blown wide.
“If your whore kitty doesn’t cum within the next thirty seconds, I’m gonna find another little slut to fuck my load into. Understood?”
You whine, scooping your hips down onto his mouth and finger, desperately trying to cum. You’re teetering on the edge, now, and you just need one more thing to push you over the edge.
And, as if reading your mind, Charlie gives you exactly the kind of push you were looking for. He takes his hand off his cock and pulls his mouth away, landing a harsh smack onto your quivering pussy.
“Cum!”
You cry out as your orgasm suddenly hits, and Charlie quickly curls his finger up to rub against the sweet spot inside you, making you sob as the pleasure hits. 
“Ah, f-fuck!”
He grins, stroking you through it before you stand up, eyes glued to him as he sucks his slick-coated finger into his mouth, slurping up every last drop of your release before sitting back on the couch, one hand behind his head while the other pumps his cock.
“Get on your knees.”
You all but fall down in front of him, salivating at the sight of him stroking himself, excited to pleasure him in return. Even though you loved how passionate Charlie was about eating you out and making you cum multiple times, there was nothing quite like the excitement you got from watching him through your eyelashes as you sucked him off. 
Charlie smirked, wrapping his hand around the back of your head as you reached up to continue pumping his shaft. He growls when your hand wraps around him, not understanding why your hand somehow always felt so much better than his. 
His head falls back against the cushions as you jerk him off quickly, smirking to yourself when you begin to feel his hips bucking up into your hand. It didn’t take much to get Charlie worked up, not when it came to you.
“M-Mouth, kid.”
He breathes, staring down at you, pushing your head down closer to his weeping tip.
“Take it, the whole fucking thing, in that filthy cumbucket mouth of yours.”
You shiver, whimpering under your breath as you force your mouth down onto him, gagging when his head hit the back of your throat. He held you down, though, and pressed his hips up into you, making you take every single inch of him.
It doesn’t take long for the gagging to subside, and as soon as it does, he begins moving your head up and down his shaft, grunting and groaning as he does so. 
“Jesus f-fucking christ,”
He growls, hips pushing up into your mouth.
“That’s it, that’s a good little mouth.”
Your eyes roll into the back of your head as Charlie continues to use your mouth, looking up to see the way his face contorts in pleasure. You always enjoy seeing him lose control like this, letting every ounce of composure go in favor of pleasure, even if it’s only for a minute or two. Charlie works so hard, and he’s often very stressed, so if you can be a small beacon of relief for him, you’ll always jump at the chance.
His cock starts throbbing in your mouth after a few minutes, a sure sign that he was close. Just as he was about to cum, he pulls you off, chest heaving. He places his hand beneath your chin while his thumb traces your spit and precum-covered bottom lip. His thumb applies pressure, pushing your jaw open, eyes glued on your mouth. 
“What’s this, Y/N? What am I touching right now?”
You groan softly.
“My cumbucket.”
“Good girl. And what’s it for, hm?”
He grins.
“It’s f-for your cum, sir. It’s where you can dump your cum, w-whenever you want.”
Charlie purrs, shifting the position of his hand so that his index and middle fingers are now resting on your tongue.
“That’s right, whenever I want.”
His hand grips your jaw, shaking it.
“This is mine, my filthy little cumbucket, for me to use however and whenever I see fit. If I could, god, I’d make sure you were never without the taste of my cum on your tongue. Make you into my little fucktoy, bring you to work with me every single day, fuck this pretty mouth and shove load after load down your throat until you couldn’t take it anymore. You wouldn’t be able to taste your fucking dinner ‘cause your tongue would be coated with my fucking cum.”
You shudder, whining softly.
“Shit.”
“Oh, do you like that idea, little slut? You want me to take you to work with me and get your disgusting mouth fucked all day long until your throat’s so sore it hurts to speak?”
He smacks your cheek quickly before tilting your head up, encouraging you to stand.
Suddenly, you’re swept off your feet and thrown over Charlie’s shoulder, which makes you laugh.
“Charlieee!”
He runs upstairs with a wide smile and throws you down onto the bed, immediately shucking off his pants and unbuttoning his shirt. He gestures to the remainder of your clothes.
“Take all that off and get on all fours.”
You bite your lip, quickly shedding every garment on your skin before crawling up the bed on your hands and knees. 
Charlie crawls up onto the bed behind you, running his hands over your curves before smacking your ass out of nowhere, which makes you gasp. He runs his swollen head through your glistening folds, groaning softly when he feels how wet you actually are.
“Shit, kid, you’re so fucking wet. Is this all from getting your face fucked, hm?”
All you can manage is a nod as he lines up behind you, hands gripping your hips and pulling you back onto him while his hips push forward. Once he’s fully sheathed inside you, he stays still for a moment, eyes squeezed shut as both you and him readjust to the feeling. 
“Fuck.”
He grunts, hips moving back and forth to establish a steady thrusting rhythm. 
“Goddamn tight little cunt, fuckin’ shit…”
You whimper and whine with each of his thrusts, falling forward on your elbows as he speeds up, growling when your walls clench tighter around him.
“C-Charlie--fuck--feels so good.”
The corners of his lips curl up into a shit-eating smirk as he swats your ass.
“Yeah? Tell me more, wanna hear you babbling on my cock, telling me how much you like getting fucked stupid by me.”
Your back hunches, then arches when he smacks you again, hands aggressively kneading the reddening skin.
“Love it, l-love your cock.”
You breathe, head hanging limp.
“It always f-fucks me so good.”
He leans over, hand wrapping around your neck, pulling your head back.
“Is that so? Well then, I suppose no one can ever fuck you as good as me, huh kid?”
His jaw clenches as his hips speed up, breath heavy as it desperately tries to escape from the spaces between his teeth.
“Say it, whore, say that I’ve ruined all other men for you, that your filthy little cunt will never be satisfied unless I’m the one fucking it.”
“A-Ah fuck, Charlie. No o-one can fuck me like you can, I’ll never be s-satisfied with anyone else.”
Charlie growls in your ear, panting as he fucks you with a desperately unrhythmic pace. He’s losing it, he’s getting close. 
He reaches around and smacks the area over your clit.
“Fuck, that’s right, no one can s-split this pretty kitty open like me.”
Your hips start wiggling as your walls begin to frantically grip his shaft. 
“C-Close.”
You manage to stutter out between moans, eyebrows knitting in the center of your forehead as orgasm builds in your core.
His hand around your throat travels up until his fingers rub over your lips. When you don’t open, he squeezes your clit with his thumb and forefinger, causing you to cry out. He shoved his fingers into your mouth and began playing with your tongue.
With what little brainpower you had left, you tightened your cheeks around him and began sucking on his digits, which seemed to drive him wild.
“Desperate whore, sucking on my fingers. Can’t go five fucking minutes without taking me in your whore mouth--ggnnhhh--fucking disgusting.”
He leans down, effectively forcing your upper body down onto the mattress as he fucks you senseless, hips rutting sloppily.
“I know you’re c-close, Y/N.”
Charlie’s voice is barely above a whisper, although it sounds more like a growl at this point. “So f-fuckin’ tight around me, god it’s so hard to resist cumming inside you, with your kitty squeezing my cock so fucking perfectly. I wanna fill you up so good, stuff my f-fucking cum right into your little pussy and then w-watch it leak out of you.”
You’re so close now, his words egging you on, and now you’re teetering right on the verge. Tears swell in your eyes and your moans quickly turn into cries of want, of need.
“P-Please, C-Charlie, please.”
“But I know y-your slutty f-fuckin’ cunt would keep it s-so well, you’d get yourself--fuck--knocked u-up--shit--like a pathetic, d-dirty little whore.”
His lips are right next to your ear, panting and snarling. He suddenly pinches your clit, and that sends you toppling over the edge, loud cries of relief replacing those of need as your orgasm finally washes over you. 
As soon as you’re finished, he pulls out and frantically strokes himself, smacking your ass hard.
“F-Flip--nnnggghhh--flip over and o-open your mouth, kid.”
You turn over and he crawls up your body, holding both sides of your head as he shoves his hips forward, burying his length in your mouth. His head falls back, hips rutting and rutting into you until his orgasm hits and he stops, shaft entirely enveloped in your mouth.
“Gahh, oh fuck...fuck!”
He moans as he shoots down your throat, not even giving you the satisfaction of tasting his salty goodness.
“Nnnhhh...take it...fill my little b-bucket…”
Your breathing is heavy through your nostrils as his hips continue false-thrusting, riding out his orgasm to its fullest, knowing he won’t get another one like it anytime soon. 
Eventually, he pulls out and collapses on the bed next to you, his blotchy chest rising and falling steadily as the breath returns to his lungs. The both of you simply lay together in silence, no cuddling or spooning, per the ‘no-strings-attached’ clause of your hookup agreement. 
You soon sit up and pull your t-shirt back on over your head, going to use the bathroom before coming back out into the bedroom. Charlie has already slid his boxers back on and was walking out the door when you emerged from the door, following behind him as he descended the small staircase into the living room.
This was always the most awkward part for the two of you, you’d come to learn, but you just ignored it. There was this lingering feeling of emptiness, of non-completion, and part of you wanted to just say ‘fuck it’ and cuddle with him for the rest of the day. 
But, that’s not what this was. You have to keep reminding yourself of that, as of late, and you fear that the feelings you’ve developed for Charlie have begun getting in the way of this arrangement, which cannot happen. 
Pulling you from your thoughts was the sight of Charlie poking his head out from the kitchen door, giving you a small smile.
“Hey kid, do you want anything from the kitchen?”
“Some water, please?”
You return the smile.
He nods, shuffling around behind the wall before coming out with a bottle of water, handing it to you silently. He sits down next to you, spinning the pack of cigarettes in his hand anxiously.
When you move to stand up and leave, his hand grabs your wrist quickly. You look at him, confused, and his cheeks pinken, like he regrets even holding you back. 
“Would you, uh...would you sit out on the fire escape with me? Please?”
Your eyes widen at his words, taking in the weight of them. He hasn’t asked me to stay back in months.
Against your better judgement, you agree, and you head out to the fire escape with your lover, taking a seat in the lawn chair next to the small outdoor couch as he flicks the lighter on. He takes a long drag, blowing the smoke out through his nose, sighing as he does so.
“C’mere.”
He says softly, patting the spot next to him. When you give him a confused glance back, he sighs.
“Please? I just want to be near you; I never get to hold anyone anymore.”
You stand and sit down next to him, tensing then relaxing when his arm wraps around you, hand running up and down your arm.
Charlie takes another long drag, looking out over the New York afternoon skyline. 
“I’d like you to stay with me this weekend.”
Your eyes widen as you sit up, looking at him. He looks over, leaning in just a bit, eyes flickering over your face.
“Will you?”
He looks hopeful, perhaps even a tad excited, for the first time in a while.
You don’t know what to do in this moment. If you stayed, you’d be opening up the door for intimacy, for (more) feelings to arise, which is bad for the ‘no feelings just sex’ arrangement.
But, on the other, you staying would not only mean more sex but it’d mean more time with Charlie. Even if he didn’t like you back, you still wanted to be with him, be something to him, even if it was just being his plaything.
“Sure.”
His entire expression lightens almost instantly, a big ol’ smile crossing his face. He bends over to kiss your temple, then remains there for a moment, with his nose levitating right next to your head. 
“Great, that’s...great.”
He nuzzles it before kissing your temple again, then pulling away to take a drag.
“I’m so glad.”
You turn on your side with a smile, bringing your hand up to rest on his chest, breathing in his essence and the cigarette smoke around you, the scents bringing you more comfort than ever before. 
Well, you know what they say:
When the cat’s away, the mice will play.
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mrs-gucci · 4 years ago
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A Starlit Night in Firenze [REPOST] {Maurizio Gucci x Reader}
author’s notes: hellooo! I originally wrote this story as an ‘x OC’ because that’s what I was writing at the time, but I decided to change it into an ‘x Reader’ story since that’s what more people like to read! 
also, have I mentioned how much I looooooove the idea that Maurizio occasionally slips into Italian with you, especially in moments of pleasure?? ugh, I love it. 
**I used a translation application for the Italian in this story. Apologies if there are any typos and/or incorrect sentences/grammar. Italian sentences/words are in italics throughout the story with translations after the sentences in parenthesis.
**This is MY OWN INTERPRETATION of Maurizio Gucci’s character, as portrayed by Adam Driver in the upcoming film, House Of Gucci.
warnings: smut. fluff. loads of romance. maurizio calling reader “tesoro”™️. multiple orgasms. relatively soft sex. some aftercare.
(possible) tw’s: implied infidelity/extramarital affair. implied age gap (reader is over 21, no more than 10 years difference). 
word count: 2.7k
“Tesoro” means “Treasure” in Italian (an affectionate nickname).
“Firenze”: Italian name for the city of Florence.
“Fiume Arno”: the name of the river that runs through Florence.
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You never meant to get involved with Maurizio Gucci. 
You didn’t even know that you had until after the first night you spent together. 
It was a beautiful starlit night in Firenze when you two first met, four years earlier. 
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Patrons of the banquet hall were all dressed to the nines, not excluding yourself, but there was one man who stood out from the rest. 
Perhaps it was his massive size, as he stood at 6’1”. Perhaps it was his incredible looks, his brilliant brown hair that was starting to gray, which was something that usually worsened someone’s appearance; it made his better, somehow. 
Maybe it was his suit, nothing fancy or special by any means, but he looked so fucking good in it, you could barely look away.
When our eyes met across the room, you were captivated, instantly sucked into the complexities of his tired yet excited brown eyes. The breath was stolen from your lungs, and you had to look away, cheeks warming. 
A small part of you wishes that he hadn’t come over, then, but a much larger part of you wouldn’t want to change anything that happened that night. Even after everything that resulted, all the drama and pandemonium, you don’t regret anything.
He abruptly ended the conversation with whomever he was speaking to, gliding across the room gracefully, yet with a sense of urgency. You were filling a small plate with a variety of cheeses when his presence appeared behind you, causing you to tense slightly.
He said, lightly running his hand down your arm, causing goosebumps to erupt out from beneath your skin. 
“What is your name?”
You turned around, now facing him, captivated by him as soon as you met his eyes up close.
“Y/N.”
He offered you a small smile, reaching down for your hand, bringing your knuckles up to his lips. 
“An bel nome adatto a una bella donna. I am Maurizio.” (A beautiful name fit for a beautiful woman.)
You blush even harder, biting your lip as you nod.
“It’s nice to meet you, Maurizio.”
“Will you come dance with me?”
His hand seemed shaky as he extended it towards you.
“It would be an honor.”
The cheese plate was quickly forgotten as you took his hand and allowed yourself to be guided to the dance floor. You took position somewhere in the sea of people, and you wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands fell to your waist, holding it firmly but gently. 
“So, what is a beautiful young woman such as yourself doing at an event like this?”
That was a somewhat complicated answer, but you decided not to get into it at the moment.
“I was given the ticket after a friend of mine fell ill and couldn’t attend.”
He nods, eyes drinking in your appearance.
“How about you?”
This question seems to shake him a bit, a moment of uncertainty crossing his features. 
“My company sent me here tonight, to...network.”
You nod, allowing your fingers to rub gently against the skin across the back of his neck, something that makes him shiver.
Song after song plays, and you talk and laugh together as you sway along with the rhythm. The world suddenly feels as if only the two of you occupy it, and all you can focus on is him. He’s not only effortlessly handsome and smooth-talking, but he’s also extremely witty and intelligent. 
The night begins to wind to a close and you’re overcome with a wave of sadness, not wanting this moment to end. You feel better than you have in a long time, and you’ve connected to someone in a way you hadn’t before.
“How is it that you’ve gotten more beautiful than when I first saw you this evening?”
You can sense his sadness, too, his arms pulling you closer to him as the last tune plays.
You pull apart, still holding hands, not willing to let each other go. He looks pensive for a moment before a small grin paints his face.
“Would you like to walk with me to the river? It’s only a short way from here, and it looks absolutely beautiful this time of night.”
Without apprehension, you agree, quickly rushing over to grab the small clutch you brought along before walking out with him. 
Maurizio holds you by the waist the entire walk, keeping you close to his side, as the conversation continues. You can’t help but allow your eyes to wander around the small walkways and alleys you walk through, soaking up the natural beauty of the city. 
Soon, you two arrive at the harbor, and you’re rendered speechless as you look out on the water, the full moon reflecting on the ever-changing surface. You feel his eyes on you as you take in the sight before you, the smile never leaving his lips.
“I told you it was worth the walk.”
You look over at him, eyes full of wonder and amazement. 
“This is so, so beautiful, thank you for showing me.”
He nods.
“I thought that nothing or no one could ever rival the natural beauty of the moon’s reflection on the waters of the Fiume Arno, but then I met you.”
Your cheeks get warm as he smiles, guiding you to the edge of the walkway. 
“Please, sit with me.”
After a bit of maneuvering and fussing with the poofy skirt of your dress, you settle down next to Maurizio, resting your head on his shoulder as both of you watch the boats pass out in the distance. 
His hand begins running up and down your arm soothingly, and after a short while, he looks down at you.
“Your skin shimmers in the moonlight, you know.”
He says softly, bringing a hand up to brush against your cheekbone. 
You chuckle nervously, reaching up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear as you look away. 
A finger pushes up against your chin, effectively lifting it until your eyes have no choice but to meet his. 
“I mean it. You are one of the most beautiful women I’ve met in my lifetime, not to mention charming and quick-witted. I haven’t had as much fun with anyone else as I have with you tonight.”
He leans in, resting his forehead on yours, eyes staring deeply into yours. 
“I would like to kiss you, if you’ll let me.”
You grin, nodding slightly.
“I would like nothing more.”
His hand cups your cheek as he closes the distance between your lips, sighing when they meet. You close my eyes and reach around to hold the back of his neck gently, fingers running through his hair. 
Your touches, your movements steadily grow more desperate as the kiss deepens. He moves closer to you, both of his hands now cupping your cheeks. 
You separate for a moment, both softly panting. 
“Mio dio, sei incredibile.” (My god, you’re incredible.)
You smile, nuzzling your nose against his. 
He kisses you again, but this time, he encourages you to lay back against the stone sidewalk, hand cradling your head. He lays next to you, propping himself up on his elbow while his other hand traces the curve of your hip, then your stomach, fingers teasing just below your breasts. 
Your lips move together in a tender, passionate kiss, for a while before he pulls away again. There’s something that’s changed, his eyes...they’ve darkened, there’s hunger in his gaze.
“Let me take you to my apartment tonight, tesoro. Let me lay with you, Y/N, let me give you pleasure. Please, I want you so badly.”
Your eyes widen for a second, taking in what he’s just proposed. Before you can even really stop yourself, not that you would’ve anyways, you nod.
“Please, take me, Maurizio.”
His entire being seems to lighten instantly, picking you up and scooping you up into his arms, walking you to one of the structures just meters from where you two were sitting. You chuckle softly.
“Did you have this planned?”
Maurizio smirks down at you.
“Perhaps.”
You laugh as he unlocks the door and walks up the stairs with little difficulty, weaving through the apartment to his bedroom. 
He sets you down on your feet and stands behind you, fingers beginning to work the laces holding your dress together. His lips attach themselves to your neck, kissing, licking and sucking the skin there. 
You can already feel your center heating up, thighs rubbing together with each touch of his lips on your skin. You step out of your shoes once all the ties are undone, allowing the bodice and skirt to simply fall from your figure, leaving you in just your panties. 
Maurizio takes a step closer, pressing himself flush against your back, arm wrapping around your ribcage, hand cupping one of your breasts. He lets out a sigh as he gives it a soft squeeze, working at his belt buckle. 
Your head falls back against his chest and you let out a shaky exhale, eyes fluttering shut. His chin digs into your shoulder as his other hand wraps around your waist, pulling your hips back against him. 
He growls lowly in your ear when your ass presses against his erection, and his hips begin gently thrusting, grinding himself against you. 
“O-Oh,”
He sighs, moving his hand to your other breast. 
“Do you feel it, tesoro, how much I want you?”
“Yes,”
You whimper, nodding.
“Does my size impress you?”
Your panties must have a wet spot on them by now, something about the way he sounds, the innocence of his tone, it’s all so incredibly arousing.
“Mmhmm,”
You breathe.
His hand releases your breast and he stands back up, shrugging off his blazer before working at the buttons on his shirt. He pats your ass playfully.
“Get on your hands and knees.”
You nod, crawling onto the mattress on your knees, falling onto your hands seconds later. You stick your ass out purposely and spread your legs, waiting for his next move. 
He quickly sheds his button-up and dress pants, pushing them down his legs, revealing his hardened cock to the cool apartment air. You look back and clench in anticipation, wondering how he’ll fit inside of you.
His large hand wraps around the base and he grunts softly under his breath, giving himself a couple of pumps before kneeling down on the mattress behind you, rubbing himself through your folds. 
You whine as you feel his head poke and rub against your clit, and he seems to notice this, making it a point to hold himself right over the sensitive nub, rutting forward, rubbing it further. 
“I want you to be nice and ready for me, ready for my cock.”
He whispers, other hand holding your hip, guiding you back and forth over his head as his hips keep rutting against your center. 
“That’s it, go ahead tesoro, use me to feel good.”
Your breathing is replaced by soft whines and whimpers as your hips rock back and forth against his head. You’re getting close, movements becoming more and more desperate. He hums, hand splayed across your lower back, still encouraging your movements but keeping your back straight. 
“Brava ragazza,” (Good girl,)
He says.
“Ecco, vieni una, sborra per me.” (There you go, come on, cum for me.)
You soon come to a soft climax, moaning as you rub yourself through it.
Maurizio rubs your hips for a moment before lining himself up with your entrance. 
“Tell me if it’s too much, and I will stop.”
You nod and he pushes his hips forward, slowly breaching your entrance with his thick length. 
You fall onto your elbows, gasping as your walls stretch to accommodate him. Your eyes squeeze shut as he keeps pushing in slowly, groaning softly.
Once he makes it in all the way, he pauses, allowing you to continue adjusting to him, hands squeezing your hips.
“Is it still o-okay for you, tesoro?”
“Yes.”
You whisper.
“Y-You can move now.”
He pulls out and pushes back in slowly, establishing a steady but quickening rhythm with his hips. 
“Oh, Y/N, mio dio. You feel amazing, mi tesoro.”
As the burning feeling subsides, replaced by pleasure, your sensitive walls begin to clench around his length. Your body rocks forward with each forward thrust of his hips, and your soft gasps and whimpers soon turn to moans.
“M-Maurizio, please…”
He bends down, your back pressed against his front, hands planted on either side of you. His breath is hot and heavy in your ear.
“What is it? What would y-you like?”
You turn your head to the side, moaning softly.
“Faster.”
His growl vibrates your eardrum as his hips pick up speed, the sound of skin slapping quickly fills the room and echoes off the walls. 
“Dio, you’re tight...feels so good around me.”
He rests his knee just inside of yours, pushing it, forcing your legs to spread wider. A mutual groan comes from both of your lips at the new angle. 
“F-Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Maurizio chants in your ear, noises steadily growing louder and more frequent as his length begins to throb inside of you.
“Y/N, t-tesoro, I’m not going to last m-much longer.”
You nod, pushing your hips back with each of his forward thrusts, clenching around him as much as you can manage. 
His hips begin thrusting out of rhythm, grunts getting louder as he loses control, bending to the whims of lust and pleasure. 
“Grrrnghhhh...w-where, where do you w-want my cum?”
You squeeze your eyes shut, fucking myself on him, trying to bring him to orgasm.
“O-Outside, anywhere, it doesn’t m-matter.”
He falls to his elbows and wraps his hand around your neck, grunting loudly with each thrust. He’s so close, you can feel it, and you use the last of my energy to clench around him even tighter. 
As soon as you do, he groans loudly, quickly pulling out and cumming all over your ass and folds.
“Gahh...ghhhhooo...c-cazzo!” (fuck)
The warm, thick ropes land on your skin and you sigh softly, surprised at how much there was. You know he isn’t necessarily young but clearly he’s not that old if he can still do things of this nature. 
You feel him softening inside of you before he pulls out and collapses on the bed next to you. You half expected him to just fall asleep or kick you out, but he did something that you didn’t expect:
He pulled you in and held you against his body, cuddling you. His lips leave kisses on your shoulder, your cheeks, wherever they could reach.
“Thank you, Y/N.”
Maurizio whispers between kisses.
“Thank you.”
You smile to yourself, relaxing under his touch.
“Thank you, Maurizio. I had a good time with you tonight.”
“That was the most fun I’ve had in a long time, tesoro.”
His face nuzzles into your neck.
“I enjoy spending time with you.”
The two of you stay like this for a while before you start shivering in the cool air of the apartment. He unwraps his arms, allowing you to get up and put your undergarments back on. 
“Will you stay with me tonight?”
Your eyes widen. Was this not just a quick fuck to you like I thought it was?
“Y-You...you want me to...stay?”
He nods, looking away, suddenly shy.
“I would, very much, but I understand if you don’t want to.”
You think for a moment before nodding.
“Sure, I’ll stay. I have a train back to Rome in the afternoon, so I can’t stick around for very long in the morning.”
“That’s fine.”
He says, smiling as he sits up and pulls the boxers back up onto his hips. 
“Let me get you some clothes to borrow for the night.”
After you get dressed in the surprisingly comfortable Gucci tracksuit, you crawl under the covers. Maurizio joins you minutes later, reaching out to pull you back against him once more.
“Is this alright?”
You nod silently, taking a deep breath.
Soon, you feel his soft snores on your neck, and you giggle to yourself. 
Why is that so fucking endearing? And why do I feel myself falling for him?
You let yourself fall asleep to the rhythmic sounds of his snoring, quieting your mind.
I’ll deal with it in the morning.
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mrs-gucci · 4 years ago
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Wedding Bells [REPOST] {Maurizio Gucci x Reader}
author’s notes: hellooo! I originally wrote this story as an ‘x OC’ because that’s what I was writing at the time, but I decided to change it into an ‘x Reader’ story since that’s what more people like to read!
**I used a translation application for the Italian in this story. apologies if there are any typos and/or incorrect sentences/grammar. Italian sentences/words are in italics throughout the story with translations after the sentences in parenthesis.
**This is MY OWN INTERPRETATION of Maurizio Gucci’s character, as portrayed by Adam Driver in the upcoming film, House Of Gucci.
warnings: smut. fluff. maurizio calling reader “tesoro”™️. some wedding shit. light aftercare. grinding. creampie. implied consent. dirty talk, name-calling/degradation but in italian ;)
(possible) tw’s: infidelity/extramarital affair. brief mentions of tobacco use. implied age gap (reader is over 21, no more than 10 years difference).
SMUT under the CUT!
“Tesoro” means “Treasure” in Italian (an affectionate nickname)
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You can’t believe this is really happening.
It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. You’re supposed to be the one in the white gown, the one set to marry Maurizio Gucci. 
He insists that this overzealous ceremony is just for the press, that he’s not truly in love with her, but sometimes you see him looking at her and you lose faith. 
You almost didn’t come today. You almost just stayed at the house and pretended that this never happened, but you know that even if this marriage is a sham, it’s still a big day for Maurizio. 
And I can’t say no to him.
The crowd cheers as they kiss up at the altar, turning to face everyone in the church with big smiles on their faces. You clap softly, forcing a smile upon your face as they walk down the aisle together. 
He looks so handsome in his suit, the striped pants and impeccably polished black leather loafers completing the look. Maurizio was always dressed to the nines, but today, he was dressed to the tens. 
His eyes meet yours, and his face falls for a moment when he reads the underlying sadness etched in your outwardly happy expression. 
Everyone starts piling out of the church and you go along with them, hopping into one of the cars to take everyone to the headquarters for the reception. 
The car pulls up to the building a few minutes later, and you walk in, taking a deep breath. 
You should just go home, Y/N. You went to the reception, and that’s enough.
You look around at the decorated walls, all the guests mingling happily, all here in support of Maurizio and Patrizia. 
You’re here too, sure, but you feel oddly out of place standing amongst the other guests.
Perhaps it’s because you’re the only non-native guest here. Perhaps it’s because you’re not here in support of the couple. 
You find my place at one of the front tables and of course, you’re sat facing Maurizio, practically head-on. Great.
The meal is served and the room goes essentially silent as everyone begins dining. You make some casual conversation with the people sitting around you, some of them your coworkers, but you can’t stop myself from looking over at the groom from time to time. 
As night runs into early morning, you’ve found some solace in the champagne and the company of Giovanni, someone you’ve come to really like spending time with. You both have a lot in common and you get on great; you’re always joking around the office. 
Each time you begin talking with Giovanni, however, you feel a particular set of eyes on you. And, when you look over, you’re met with the deep brown eyes of your lover. 
You show him no reaction, simply smiling sweetly each time your eyes meet, as if you were simply boss and employee. 
Soon, you feel utterly suffocated by the thick air of the room, so you decide to step outside for a short while. You hope to slip out unnoticed, and you do for a little bit, but then someone comes out behind you. 
You don’t even need to turn around to see who it is, and the familiar sound of a lighter gives all the confirmation you needed.
Maurizio walks out and leans over the balcony, a thin cloud of smoke passing through his lips as he looks out onto the horizon. 
“I…”
He begins, trailing off. 
“Have you gotten a slice of cake yet? It’s quite good.”
You huff with a drop of humor.
“No, but maybe I’ll do that now, since this balcony is no longer exclusive to just me.”
As you turn around and begin to walk towards the door, his hand snatches your wrist and pulls you back. Your body collides with his, your back pressed against his front. 
You can feel his smoky breath against your ear, and your skin erupts in goosebumps. 
“Please, stay. I want to speak with you.”
There’s a brief moment where you truly believe that you’re going to say no this time, that you’re going to walk away.
But I can’t say no to him.
He feels you relax and lets go of your wrist, allowing you to return to the railing. He stands behind you, taking another drag. 
“I guess I should begin by apologizing, for you having to sit through the ceremony.”
You take a sip of champagne. 
“As far as anyone else is concerned, I’m simply your assistant.”
“Yes, but I know that you’re more, much more, than that. I can’t imagine that sitting there the whole time was easy. But, I want you to know that I appreciate you coming, it would’ve been weird not seeing you today.”
You look over your shoulder, up at him.
“You know I’ll always be here for you, Maurizio.”
He smiles down at you. “I promise that it won’t always be like this for us, tesoro. Things will change, and we will be able to show our love to the world.”
His hand runs down your arm gently, then falls to your hip, where he squeezes lightly. 
“You look so beautiful tonight. I wish I could kiss you, touch you, worship you like you deserve.”
You blush, stepping back a bit, now fully pressed up against him. His breath catches in his throat as his hand comes forward and trails up, fingers teasing just below your breasts. 
He leans forward, lips leaving a series of open-mouthed kisses on your neck.
“It’s been nearly impossible to stay away from you, mi tesoro. I just want to have you right here, right now…”
A whimper escapes your lips as his trail down to your shoulder. 
“Potrei alzare il vestito e fotterti, climelo.” (I could just pull your dress up and fuck you, christ.)
He breathes, grinding his hips against you, growling lowly in your ear. 
“Piegati sulla ringhiera, ti fa urlare il mio nome…” (Bend you over the railing, make you scream my name…)
You’re breathless as you try to resist the urge to let him take you right here. 
But, you know you can’t, it’s way too risky. Someone’s bound to notice.
“Maurizio…”
You whisper. 
“We can’t, not here.”
Something seems to switch in his brain and he freezes suddenly, almost as if he’s been snapped back into reality. He stands up straight again, breath shaky as he takes a final drag of his cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray. 
“I’m sorry, I got carried away.”
He groans in frustration, running a hand through his hair. 
You turn around, resting your hands on his chest, staring up into his eyes. 
“It’s okay.”
“I need to have you tonight, tesoro, please.”
Maurizio says, resting his forehead on yours, lips mouthing at yours. 
You sigh.
“How? There are people everywhere, it’s too risky.”
A smirk suddenly stretches across his face.
“No one will be in my office bathroom…”
You bite your lip, holding back a smile. 
“Shall we meet in there?”
“I’ll have to sit with Patrizia for a little while, talk to some people, just to keep up appearances.”
He says, nodding. 
“But, how about we meet there in...let’s say an hour?”
“Saro li l’accordo.” (I’ll be there.)
You say, smiling up at him. 
He returns the expression. 
“Allora ci vediamo.” (See you then.)
One Excruciatingly Long Hour Later
You quietly step into Maurizio’s office, gasping when a pair of arms wraps around your waist, pulling you into the office. You look up and see him, immediately jumping into his arms, crashing your lips together. 
He carries you into the hidden bathroom, closing the door quickly behind him. His gaze is hungry as his darkened eyes rake up and down your dress-clad figure. 
“Bend over.”
He growls, head nodding towards the marble vanity. 
You bend yourself over, resting on your elbows. There isn’t much time before someone notices Maurizio’s missing, and you can tell he knows this as well, a sense of urgency in his fingers as he undoes his belt and pants.
You look at his reflection in the mirror, the sight of him in his wedding suit incredibly arousing, a certain sense of promiscuity surrounding us. Even more so than usual.
Maurizio quickly bends down and pulls the dress up over your hips, moving your panties to the side before rubbing his tip through your wetness. 
“We’ll have to be quick.”
He says, looking at you through the mirror’s reflection.
You nod, and he lines himself up with your entrance, chin resting on your shoulder as he pushes in, sighing loudly. 
Your eyes roll into the back of your head, his cock stretching you out deliciously. You whimper as he pulls back and thrusts back in, your body jolting with his forward motion. 
“Tesoro.”
He moans into your ear, picking up the rhythm of his hips. 
“You’re so pretty.”
“O-Oh, Maurizio.”
You whimper, walls clenching around him.
One of his hands comes up from your hip and wraps around your throat, fingers shaking your jaw slightly. 
“Guardati, tesoro, guardati ti scopa allo specchio.”  (Look at you, treasure, watch yourself get fucked in the mirror.)
Your eyes go wide when you look at the reflection, seeing Maurizio positioned behind you, hips jackhammering into you. His glasses are steaming up slightly and his brow is furrowed, a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead.
Our eyes meet in the mirror and we moan together, the sight so erotic. 
“Per favore, fottimi di piu!” (Please, fuck me harder!)
You say, pushing your hips back against him. 
“Sono cosi vicino!” (I’m so close!)
A low growl rumbles through his chest and his back arches as he pounds you harder, turning his head so that his lips are right at your ear, breathing heavy.
“Si, tu sborra per me? Vuoi guardarti su tutto il mio uccello?”  (Yeah, are you going to cum for me? Are you going to watch yourself cum all over my cock?)
You bite down hard on your lip, trying to hold back the loud noises threatening to spill from your lips. 
“M-Muh...M-Maurizio!”
You cry out, hips jerking as you spill your release all over his cock.
“Ah, oh fuck!”
He’s close, too, now.
“Sto per sborra! Oh Dio, ti riempiro io!” (I’m going to cum! Oh God, I’m going to fill you up!)
“Fallo, ti prego! Lo voglio tantissimo!” (Do it, please! I want it so badly!)
His eyes go wide for a moment as his hips stop, pressed deeply inside of you. He cums with a long, low moan, hips rutting as he rides out his high. 
“Prendila, prendila dentro di te...” (Take it, take it all inside of you…)
You fall forward onto the cool marble, body limp for a minute after your climax. Maurizio stays buried deep inside of you until he regains control of his breath, pulling his now-limp length from you, quickly tucking it back into his wedding pants. 
He helps you pull your dress back down and straighten yourself out. 
You gasp when he spins you around and crashes his lips onto yours, holding you against him. Your lips meld together perfectly, your hands gently tugging on his hair. 
You two pull away moments later, panting softly. 
Maurizio looks sad as he reaches down to hold your hands.
“You’re amazing, beautiful, you’re perfection.”
He kisses your knuckles, which makes you smile. 
“Ci vediamo presto, tesoro mio.” (I will see you soon, my treasure)
You nod, lip quivering slightly when the reality hits. He’ll be gone for two weeks on his honeymoon. 
You reach up and wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him close, allowing a single tear to fall down your cheek. 
“I’ll miss you while you’re away.”
He buries his face into your neck.
“I will call you at some point, I promise.”
Suddenly, there’s a knock at the office door. It’s Giovanni.
“Maurizio, ci sei?” (Maurizio, are you in there?)
His eyes go wide as he pulls away.
“Si! Sarò fuori tra un attimo.” (Yes! I’ll be out in a moment.)
Maurizio looks down at you one last time, tears in his eyes.
“Addio, tesoro mio. Fino a quando ci incontriamo di nuovo.” (Farewell, my treasure. Until we meet again.)
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mrs-gucci · 4 years ago
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Full Service {Maurizio Gucci x Reader}
author’s notes: hellooo! this idea was rolling around in my brain for a while, but it took a bit for me to get it just right. so, here’s the final finished product!
**I used a translation app for all of the Italian in this story, so I apologize for any mistakes or grammatical errors. all Italian will be in italics, with the translations following the dialogue in parenthesis.
**This is MY OWN INTERPRETATION of Maurizio Gucci’s character, as portrayed by Adam Driver in the upcoming film, House Of Gucci.
warnings: smut. maurizio calling reader “tesoro”™️. a tiny bit of fluff at the very end. maid/boss roleplay (lowkey?? except reader’s actually a maid lol). oral. no aftercare. dirty talk and name-calling/degradation, but in italian ;)
(possible) tw’s: indifelity/extramarital affair. implied age gap (reader is over 21, no more than 10 years difference).
word count: 2.7k
“Tesoro” means “Treasure” in Italian (an affectionate nickname).
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You’d just begun cleaning the marbled kitchen when Mr. Gucci arrives home. You turn around and offer him a small smile, which he ignores, shrugging the briefcase off his shoulder. 
He immediately walks into his office and shuts the door without a single word or glance, and you probably wouldn’t see him again for the rest of the evening. That’s usually how it went. Patrizia wasn’t home yet, a surprise considering she’s usually home all day when you come to clean. 
You’ve developed quite the crush for Mr. Gucci as of late, although you’d never admit it aloud. He was a bit older than you, not to mention married. But, you couldn’t help it, he was unbelievably handsome, successful, and quick-witted when he wanted to be. Usually after a drink or two.
But, he was a man very dedicated to his work, which often left him with a stern demeanor and a harsh tone of voice. He barely paid you mind, especially not when work was waiting for him in his office. 
You continued to clean for another hour or so; it was a mansion, after all, and the kitchen was at least three times the size of your bedroom. Plus, the extensive marble surfaces and stainless steel appliances require your full service. You were so immersed in your work that you didn’t even notice Mr. Gucci’s presence behind you. 
Only when you turned around did you realize not only him, but the close proximity between your bodies. You gasp, backing up against the cabinetry. 
“Oh! Signore Gucci, mi scuso. Non sapevo che ci fossi.”  (Oh! Mr. Gucci, my apologies. I didn’t know you were there.)
His eyes look you up and down for a brief moment before returning to meet yours, a soft smile pulling at his lips. 
“Va bene, piccoletto. Non volevo farti da parte.” (It’s alright, little one. I didn’t mean to startle you.)
He sighs, looking away.
“Volevo informarvi che Patrizia non tornera stasera.  Ha deciso di restare la notte in una casa di amici.”  (I wanted to inform you that Patrizia won’t be coming back this evening. She’s decided to stay the night at a friends house.)
You could sense that there was something else going on, but you didn’t prod further, deciding that it was none of your business. You nod up at him, a bit confused as to why he’s telling you this. And why he has to be standing so damn close to tell you.
“Grazie per avermi informato, signore. Ho quasi finito di pulire la giornata, quindi saro via tra un’ora circa.”  (Thank you for letting me know, sir. I am almost done cleaning for the day, so I’ll be gone in an hour or so.)
Maurizio reaches his hand up to hold the side of your face, thumb swiping across your bottom lip. You freeze, tensing beneath his touch.
“Da quando hai iniziato a lavorare qui, ho trovato sempre piu difficile concentrarsi sul mio lavoro. Sai perche, piccoletto?” (You know, ever since you began working here, I’ve found it more and more difficult to focus on my work. Do you know why that is, little one?)
“No, signore, non lo so.” (No, sir, I don’t know.)
He runs a single finger down from my lips, tracing a straight line over my throat before it toys with the collar of my uniform.
“La tua uniforme...mi sta distrando.” (Your uniform is...distracting for me.)
The breath hitches in your throat as his fingers rub the material of the smoothed-down collar. His gaze flicks down to where his thumb and forefinger are.
“Quando ti vedo,” (Whenever I see you,)
He begins, leaning in a little closer.
“Trovo che i miei pantaloni cominciino a sentirsi stretti, il che e strano perche ho sistemato tutto il mio costume.”  (I find that my pants begin to feel tight, which is strange because I have all of my suits custom fitted.)
You nearly choke on your breath as his hand travels down the curves of your body, traversing the scoop of your hip before resting just above the hem of your uniform dress.
“E strano, sig. Gucci.” (That is odd, Mr. Gucci.)
His hand begins massaging the side of your thigh gently, and he leans down just a bit further, mouth now right in front of your ear. His hot breath sends a chill down your spine.
“Sta succedendo adesso, in effetti. Pensi di potermi aiutare con questo problema, Y/N?” (It’s happening right now, in fact. Do you think you could help me with this problem, Y/N?)
He presses you up against the cabinets, bodies flush together. A small groan escapes his lips when his obvious erection slides on your lower stomach.
You’ve never been as perplexed and aroused as you are in this moment. The burn between your thighs is nearly unbearable, and as much as you hate to admit it, you wanted this.
“Sono al suo servizio, signore.” (I am at your service, sir.)
Maurizio smirks, hooking a finger under the hem and pulling the stretchable fabric of your uniform dress out, then releasing it, allowing it to snap back into place on your outer thigh.
“In ginocchio, piccoletto.” (On your knees then, little one.)
Without hesitation, you slide down onto your knees, mouth watering as you look up at him, awaiting his next command. He cups your cheek, gently swiping his thumb across your cheekbone. 
“Bellissima e obbediente, capisco. Bene, bene.” (Beautiful and obedient, I see. Good, good.)
You bite your lip as he pats your cheek, then runs a hand over the bulge in his pants, sighing softly at the contact. His fingers curl up underneath, cupping and squeezing his balls while his thumb presses down on the head, rubbing it. He groans, letting out a shaky breath afterwards. 
“Vedi cosa mi fai fare, Y/N? Devo scendere e massaggiarmi cosi, togliendo tempo di lavoro prezioso.”  (Do you see what you make me do, Y/N? I have to reach down and rub myself like this, taking away precious work time.)
You’re soaked already, clit throbbing, begging for attention. You whine softly, chewing your lip as you resist the urge to lunge forward and run your face over his clothed length.
He smirks.
“Questo ti eccita, piccolo? Ti piace immaginarmi di toccarmi cosi nel mio ufficio?” (Does that thought excite you, little one? Do you like imagining me touching myself like this in my office?)
Your eager nod only spurs him on, hips pushing forward into his palm. He quickly takes his hand away, taking a small step closer so that the bulge is mere centimeters from your lips. Your jaw slacks and your breath becomes hot and heavy, mouth eager to worship him. 
His large hand gently wraps around the back of your head, pushing your head forward, encouraging you to touch him. You don’t require any further invitation, mouthing at his length while your nose drags against it. 
He widens his stance, spreading his legs apart as his hips start to grind against your mouth. 
“Oh, e cosi entusiasta. Mi piace, merda.” (Oh, she’s so eager. I love it, shit.)
The back of your head begins to hurt as it’s pressed further and further against the cabinet handles, but you don’t care, reaching around to grab his ass to pull him further into you. Even he seems surprised by this, asscheeks clenching as he suddenly thrusts forward with a low grunt. 
Maurizio wraps his hands in your hair, keeping you still as he pulls back, chest heaving slightly. His pupils are blown wide and he grabs your chin, thumb pressing down into the flesh. 
“Apri bene.” (Open wide.)
He says, grinning down at you as he begins pulling his belt buckle loose. 
Soon, he undoes his pants and pulls himself out from beneath the restrictive material, humming in satisfaction as his length bobs in front of you. His hands rest on either side of your head as he guides his weeping head towards your mouth. You open for him, and he leans forward, pushing into your mouth.
You immediately begin choking and gagging, but he just keeps going, pushing inch after inch inside. His abdomen tenses and his back curls when he’s shoved all of himself in your mouth, letting out a shaky exhale. 
“Cosi, oh bella ragazza, e cosi bella la bocca.” (That’s it, oh good girl, such a good mouth.)
You’re forced to remain still as your throat constricts, head pinned against the cabinets with his hands on either side. Once you adjust to the new intrusion, Maurizio pulls back before thrusting forward again, growling under his breath. 
“Cazzo, e una cosa buona per me.” (Fuck, that’s good, so good for me.)
All you can do is moan as your boss begins fucking your mouth, eyelids brimming with tears at the constant touch of his tip on your uvula. He bends over, supporting himself on the counter with an arm while his hand tightens in your hair, thrusts getting faster.
“Guarda questa bocca che mi allunga per il cazzo. Che brava ragazza, prendendo il cazzo dei capi come se fosse troia.”  (Look at this little mouth stretching out for my cock. What a good girl, taking her bosses cock like the slut she is.)
You moan loudly, hand swiftly snaking down between your legs, fingertips pressing on the throbbing nub to provide relief. When he sees you do this, it only seems to encourage him further, one foot scooting forward so that he’s now almost completely bent over you. 
His hips are becoming desperate, now, losing their rhythm as his inevitable release builds. 
“Ah, sapevo che avresti avuto una bella bocca, Y/N. Ho sempre saputo che saresti ansioso di prendere il mio uccello, disposto a lasciarti usare cosi.” (Ah, I knew you’d have a good little mouth, Y/N. I always knew you’d be eager to take my cock, willing to let me use you like this.)
You’re sobbing around him now, tears streaming down your cheeks at the sheer intensity of the arousal you’re experiencing. He looked so good like this: hair a mess, glasses fogged, panting and grunting with each thrust, all while he slams his cock into your mouth without relent.
Suddenly, he pulls out and stumbles back, hands gripping the edge of the countertop as he catches his breath. He stares down at you with a look of pure hunger, of carnal lust, and it makes you shudder. 
“Alzati e piegati al bancone. Subito.” (Stand up and bend yourself over the counter. Now.)
He strokes himself rapidly as you stand up on shaky legs and bend over, spreading your legs. He’s quick to come up behind you, grabbing your hips to pull you back a bit so that your hips were off the edge. 
You gasp when he yanks the skirt up over your hips, revealing your creamy globes and the red lace thong nestled between them. He growls, making quick work of your panties, shoving them down off your hips before running his fingers along your folds delicately, just barely brushing them. 
Maurizio smirks when your hips try to grind down on him, seeking the friction you so desperately needed. He smacks your ass promptly, causing a choked cry to leave your throat. 
“Stai fermo, Y/N.” (Stay still, Y/N.)
Two of his digits suddenly breach your soaked entrance, pushing up into you. You gasp softly, hips jerking slightly as he begins fucking his thick fingers up into you. His hand spreads across your lower back, keeping you still as he curls his digits up to rub and tease that spongy spot on your walls. 
“C-Cazzo, sig. Gucci, ti prego. Scopami, la voglio cosi male.”  (F-Fuck, Mr. Gucci, please. Please fuck me, I want it so badly.)
He grins, giving your g-spot a few more rubs before pulling his fingers out, smearing the slick over your lips.
“Succhiali, piccoletto. Assaggiati sulle dita.” (Suck them, little one. Taste yourself on my fingers.)
You open your mouth and moan around his digits as you suck them clean, tongue swirling around them before he takes them out. His tip pokes at your entrance and he runs himself over your folds to collect some lubricant before positioning himself behind you. 
“Pronta?” (Ready?)
You don’t even have time to respond before he shoves his hips forward, sheathing himself fully inside you. Your eyes almost bug out of your skull before squeezing shut, a loud gasp coming from your lips. He isn’t necessarily hung, but he’s certainly the biggest and thickest you’ve ever taken. 
His fingers dig into your hips as he remains still, allowing you to adjust to his size. After a moment, he draws back before thrusting forward again, building a steady rhythm with his hips. Small noises come from his lips as he fucks you into the countertop. 
“Si, cazzo. Cosi stretto e piccolo, sapevi di sentirti bene circondato dal mio uccello.” (Yes, fuck yes. So tight and little, knew you’d feel good wrapped around my cock.)
Your insides clench at his whispered words.
“Quante volte ci ha pensato, signore?” (How many times have you thought of this, sir?)
“Troppi per contare.” (Too many to count.)
He growls, hips suddenly bucking forward out-of-rhythm.
“Ogni volta che mi sono toccata, ho pensato a te, a questa stronzetta. Mi chiedevo se fossi stretto e ho pensato che sarebbe bello dividerla a meta con il mio cazzo.” (Every time I touched myself, I thought of you, of this little cunt. I wondered if you’d be tight, and I thought of how good it’d feel to split you in half with my cock.)
Maurizio puts his hand under your thigh and puts it up on the counter, bending down so his chin rests on your shoulder.
“Te lo sei immaginato anche questo, piccolo? Hai pensato a me quando ti sei toccata?” (Did you imagine this too, little one? Did you think about me when you touched yourself?)
You nod.
“Si, signore. Ti pensavo cosi, immaginavo che fossero le tue dita dentro di mi invece che le mie.” (I did, sir. I thought of you like this, imagined it was your fingers inside me instead of my own.)
“Ragazza sporca.” (Dirty girl.)
He snarls, pounding into you harder, hips spurred on by your words.
You’re close, now, walls beginning to pulse around him. He feels this, one hand wrapping around your throat while the other trails down around your front, fingers seeking your clit. 
His hand tightens around your neck, fingers gripping your jaw.
“Lo sento, tu sei vicino, piccolo. Forze, sborra intorno al mio uccello. Copri il tuo capo nella sporca fiaca e mostragli che porchetta sei.” (I can feel it, you’re close, little one. Come on, cum around my cock. Cover your boss in your filthy slick, show him what a little slut you are.)
With only a few circles over your erect clit, coupled with his cock stroking your walls rapidly and the dirty manner in which he was speaking to you, your release comes within seconds. You moan hoarsely, lungs depleted of some oxygen as his hand tightens around your throat. 
“Cazzo, arrivo!” (Fuck, I’m cumming!)
He ruts desperately into you, chasing his climax as he fucks you through yours. At the last minute, he pulls out, furiously jerking his cock before thick hot ropes of cum shoot from his tip, painting your bare ass. He grunts and groans through the whole thing, stroking himself through it before squeezing the head, letting the final drop land on your skin.
Both of you take a moment to catch your breaths and re-center yourselves in reality. Maurizio tucks himself back into his pants before walking over to grab a paper towel, wetting it slightly. He wipes all the drying seed off of your skin for you, bending down to pull your panties back up and your dress back down. 
Your legs are shaky as you stand back up, smoothing out the front of your uniform. Much to your surprise, Mr. Gucci didn’t leave right away, instead turning you around and bending down for a kiss. 
The kiss was gentle and tender, a stark contrast to everything that's happened up until this point. His large hand cupped your cheek and his thumb ran along your cheekbone before he pulled away, offering you a small smile.
“Grazie, piccolo.” (Thank you, little one.)
You return the smile.
“Certo, signore.” (Of course, sir.)
Turns out, the marble and stainless steel weren’t the only things that required your full service today.
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mrs-gucci · 4 years ago
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Lesson Learned (blurb) {Maurizio Gucci x Reader}
author’s notes: sorry to post twice in one day haha but I saw this juicy thot from @barbers-glimmerin-darlin about Maurizio making you kiss his ring and belt buckle before sucking his dick and I couldn’t resist writing a quick lil belt-worship fic with my mans.
warnings: Maurizio calling his girl “tesoro”™️. smut. a small amount of fluff at the end. gucci belt worship. oral sex. dirty talk. a lil degradation (mainly in the form of name-calling).
word count: 1.2k
“Tesoro”: means “treasure” (an affectionate nickname).
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Maurizio Gucci is a very hardworking man. He’s passionate about his company, his brand, the Gucci name. 
Well, one day, you came home with a Louis Vuitton shopping bag, and Maurizio? 
He was pissed.
“Why are you purchasing from the competition when I could’ve gotten you a Gucci handbag for free?”
He said. 
You tried to defend yourself, but you knew that you couldn’t. You’d messed up, thinking you could get away with it. You didn’t think he’d really mind, it was only a handbag after all, but...he cared a lot. 
More, much more, than you thought.
When he got home the next day, he was carrying a brand new Gucci handbag alongside his briefcase, and you watched with bated breath as he placed the new bag on the counter, right next to the box for the Louis bag. 
“I expect you to return this disgrace of a bag tomorrow.”
He says, not even looking back at you.
“You’ll use the Gucci one from now on. As my girlfriend, you cannot be seen with a competitors bag, it’ll look bad for the company.”
You nod, biting your lip.
“Of course, Maurizio. I’m--”
“Come here.”
Maurizio points to the spot next to him.
You get up and walk over, not wanting to upset him any further. He still doesn’t look over at you as he speaks. 
“I’m not mad at you, tesoro, I’m just...disappointed.”
Your mouth opens to speak but he quickly cuts you off.
“But, that doesn’t excuse the fact that your actions warrant a punishment.”
A playful smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. He turns to you, gripping your chin and pulling you close. His eyes dart across your face, admiring your beauty for a moment.
“In ginocchio, puttana.” (On your knees, whore.)
You shiver, sinking down to your knees. Thinking this would be like any other time, you reached up and began to undo his belt. 
This earned you a sharp tug on your hair, followed by a bone-chilling glare from above. 
“No.”
He says, voice cold.
“You need to learn your lesson.”
His hand massages your scalp gently, a silent apology for his pulling your hair. 
“Lick it.”
Your eyebrows furrow. 
“Lick what?”
His hips push forward, and you assumed he was wanting you to suck on him through his suit pants. But, when you went to kiss his swollen head, he pulled you back again. 
“The belt, Y/N.”
You gulp, eyes honing in on the shiny gold belt. He wore that one almost every single day because it was the Gucci logo, and y’know, company representation and all that.
Maurizio watched as you stuck your tongue out and leaned in, gently touching the metal with the tip. He purred, pushing your head forward a little bit.
“That’s right Y/N, appreciate your boyfriend’s hard work, appreciate the empire he’s built. Appreciate the Gucci brand, appreciate it all.”
A small whimper escapes your lips as you begin licking it more, swirling your tongue on the coppery-tasting surface. He grins, loosening his grip in your hair, enjoying the sight before him.
“This should teach you, licking the Gucci logo like a dirty slut, worshipping a fucking belt buckle because I told you to. Fuck, you look good down there.”
He groans, his cock impossibly hard, pressing against the button and zipper of his work pants. 
“Got me so worked up just from watching you do this, tesoro.”
You smirk, kissing the buckle now, covering every inch in another layer of your saliva. His hips start working against you, grinding subtly as he holds both sides of your head.
“Good girl, good obedient girl.”
He praises, abdomen tensing with each subtle movement of his hips. 
“Take it out, Y/N, take my cock out.”
Your hands work at the belt, then at the zipper, pulling his cock out of the hole created. Maurizio groans as you wrap your hand around him and start pumping his hard cock, head tilting back as a shaky breath leaves his lips. 
“God damnit, Y/N. Fuckin’ love how your hands feel on me.”
His words only prompt you to pump harder, smirking at the way his hips begin to buck forward into your hand. You quickly wrap your mouth around him, bobbing up and down as far as you could while your hand worked the rest. 
Soon, he was throbbing, so close to release. He had to pull you off just before he came, and he quickly wraps a hand around your neck, easing you up until you’re standing up on your feet again. 
“Go into my office and bend over my desk.”
He commands, grabbing his belt and fiddling with the buckle. 
“I’ll be there in a moment.”
You walk in and bend over, legs spread as you wait eagerly for your boyfriend. When he walks in, you look up, and see the belt buckle shimmering in his hand. He smirks, walking up behind you, stalking you like a hunter stalks its prey. 
He leans over as his hand comes down on your ass, making you squeak. His hand moves up and down his length at a quick pace while he brings the buckle up to your lips. 
“I want you to hold this in your mouth while I pound you over my desk. I want you to think about this fucking buckle in your mouth every single time you even think about buying from a competitor. Understood?”
You nod, opening your mouth and biting down on the golden buckle. He smirks, hand trailing down to wrap around your neck as he makes quick work of your shorts and panties, running his fingers through your slick. 
“Ragazza sporca.” (Dirty girl.)
He rubs your clit for a short while before smearing your juices over the tip of his cock as he lines himself up with your entrance. You moan through your teeth as he sheathes himself inside you with one fluid motion. 
“Y/N!”
Maurizio groans, setting a brisk pace with his hips. 
“Fuck, you’re tight.”
Your eyes flutter closed as the tears begin to fill the corners of your eyes, ready to escape any second. You bite down on the buckle, saliva already pooling on your tongue. 
He fucks you harder, faster, each thrust accompanied by an audible grunt or groan. You always loved the noises that Maurizio made when you’re fucking, they’re so sexy. 
“Love this little cunt, tesoro, always feels so good wrapped around my cock.”
“S-Shhhhhiiiiiiiittttt.”
You whimper around the buckle, spit dripping down your chin. He squeezes your neck tightly before reaching up to hold the sides of the buckle, keeping it in place.
“C’mon, cum for me.”
His thrusts are sloppy, inconsistent, as he loses himself to pleasure.
“Cum while you have the f-fucking Gucci logo in your dirty little mouth!”
Your climax hits with an almost blinding intensity, and you cry out around the buckle, tears still rolling down your cheeks. You clench around Maurizio like it’s your day job, and you feel him cum mere moments later, ropes of warm cum shooting deep inside you with a series of soft moans and groans.
After both of you catch your breaths, Maurizio pulls the belt buckle out of your mouth and pulls out of you gently, trailing kisses down your back as he stands back up. He tucks himself back into his pants before pulling your shorts back up, then turning you around so that he can kiss you.
He smiles as he pulls away, looking deep into your eyes.
“So, did you learn your lesson?”
You laugh softly, nodding.
“Lesson learned.”
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mrs-gucci · 4 years ago
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You Have To Crawl Before You Can(not) Walk {Charlie Barber x Reader}
author’s note: hello! here’s a Charlie Barber fic that I wrote a little while back. this is kinda ooc for Charlie, I understand that, but I think it’s really fun to explore the “darker” side of this character. it’s a tiny bit inspired by that one Sackler scene in Girls, you’ll know what I mean when you read the fic.
warnings: smut. implied consent. unprotected sex. degradation for days. name-calling. dirty talk. use of the nickname “princess”. face-fucking. (forced? but it’s consensual) multiple orgasms. no aftercare. 
(possible) tw: tobacco use (briefly and at the very, very end). implied extramarital affair.
word count: 1.5k
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A pounding at the door startles you, and you immediately grab the wooden bat you keep by the couch, cautiously approaching the door. You slowly turn the lock and swing the door open, pausing when you see who’s on the other side. 
“Jesus!”
Charlie says, hands in front of him.
“It’s just me, princess.”
You drop the bat and take a breath of relief as he steps through the doorway, shutting the door behind him before walking over to you.
“I don’t know why you still live in this shithole when I said I could help you with rent on a better place.”
You roll your eyes. “Because I don’t want or need your money, Charlie. Why are you even here?”
He huffs in amusement as he steps up behind you, running a hand down your arm. You shudder.
“You know why I’m here, princess.”
“I told you to stop calling me that.”
Charlie smirks, hand squeezing your hip. 
“I know you like it, Y/N.”
His lips press a few kisses to the side of your neck.
“Crawl to the bedroom.”
“You’re crazy.”
You say, taking a step towards the kitchen. As soon as You do, his hand wraps around your throat and yanks you back, bodies now pressed together.
“Oh, it wasn’t a request.”
He growls.
“Don’t make me take it from you. You know damn well that I can and will, so don’t test me.”
You bite your lip, dropping to your knees before bending forward onto your hands so that you’re now on all fours.
Charlie’s eyes rake over your figure and when you turn around, you can already see the tent forming in the front of his khakis. 
“Crawl.”
“What is this, some weird power move?”
You ask.
He quickly bends over and grabs your jaw, forcing you to look up at him.
“Crawl. You don’t need to know why.”
You relent, crawling towards your open bedroom door, feeling his gaze on you. He takes a step forward, weight creaking the hardwood floor and you pause, looking back at him with a hint of surprise. 
“Keep going.”
You sigh, continuing to crawl. 
“I really don’t know why--”
Suddenly, he picks you up with one arm, taking you to the bedroom and tossing you onto the mattress. 
“You take too fucking long.”
He huffs, unbuckling and tossing his belt to the side. 
“Take all your shit off.”
You lazily raise your hips, pulling your sweatpants and panties down as you watch him take his pants down just enough to pull his cock out. He wraps a hand around it, jerking it quickly, growling beneath his breath. 
Apparently, you weren't taking your pants off fast enough, and he suddenly grabbed them, yanking them off your ankles. His eyes focus on your bare folds for a moment, hand still bouncing on his cock.
“Hands and knees.”
As much as you pretended you didn’t like it, his demanding attitude, you really loved it. 
You really loved everything about Charlie Barber.
And yet, all he loved about you was your cunt.  Or your mouth.  It all depended on what kind of mood he was in that day.
You roll over onto your stomach, pushing yourself up on your hands and knees. He kneeled on the mattress behind you, knee pushing your legs further apart. 
His large hand reached down to cup your center, and you could feel the smirk on his face. 
“Mmmmm, always wet and ready for my cock. Good girl.”
He smacked your folds, making you jump, before sliding his head through the slick, lubing it up. 
His hips surge forward without warning. You never got a warning, since this wasn’t really about you, after all.
Charlie’s head falls back as he enters you in one swift motion, groaning softly. Your back arches and you choke on a gasp as he starts moving, pulling out almost all the way before pushing back in with full force. 
“That’s right, what a good little cunt, taking my cock.”
He purrs before bending over, hand next to yours while his other arm wrapped around your torso, lips at your ear. 
“Do you like it, princess? Do you like my cock in your cunt, splitting you in half?”
You whimper, nodding softly. 
“Mhm.”
His dark chuckle in your ear makes you shudder. 
“I think I deserve a better answer than that, so I’ll ask you again,”
“Do. You. Like. My. Cock?”
Each word is delivered with a harsh thrust forward.
You nod again, still recovering from the brain-rattling thrusts.
“I l-like it.”
“Of course you do, slut.”
He smirks, feeling your walls clench around him at the name.
“Dirty slut loves getting her little cunt fucking destroyed by my big fat cock.”
His hips speed up, the sound of skin slapping quickly fills the room. 
You’ve been reduced to just noises at this point, eyes swelling with tears. It’s embarrassing how close you are already, but you know you won’t cum. You never cum anymore.
A deep growl in your ear interrupts your train of thought. 
“Fuck, I love this cunt, love sticking my cock in you. Nicole barely ever lets me fuck her--shit-- especially not since she had Henry. But I don’t really want to anymore, not now that I get to use this sweet cunt whenever I fucking want to.”
You whimper softly, breasts bouncing with each thrust.
His hand grabs your hair, holding it at the scalp before pulling it back, forcing your back to arch even further. You gasp.
“God, holy--I swear, I bend you the right way, and your cunt gets even tighter.”
Charlie growls, hips moving so fast that your eyes cross. He starts hitting your g-spot with this new angle, and you begin pushing back against him, desperately trying to reach climax. 
“Oh, does my princess wanna cum? Hm?”
You nod, tears streaming down your cheeks.
“P-Please.”
By some miracle, his hips pound you even faster while his fingers press on your clit. 
“Then cum.”
You cum right then and there with a loud cry, seeing white as your walls grip his cock. 
“Ah, fuck!”
He keeps going, stroking you through orgasm and right into oversensitivity. 
“Jesus Christ, almost fucking forgot how good you feel cumming on my cock.”
You’re so sensitive, your hips are flinching erratically, trying to escape. This seems to spur him on even more, fingers rubbing circles on your clit. 
“You’re gonna cum again, squeeze this little cunt around my cock one more time, whether you like it or not.”
His hand wraps around your throat before he suddenly stops, cock pressed fully inside of you.
“Then I’m gonna bury my cum so fucking deep inside of you, it’ll still be there next time I fuck you.”
You cry out when his hips start up again, so turned on that you can’t even see straight anymore. 
“I-I c-can’t…”
You manage.
He forces your head back so that you can look up at him. 
“You will.”
His hips move faster, desperately pounding into you as his fingers work your sensitive clit. 
“Cum! Now!”
You’re sobbing, so overwhelmed. 
“C-C-Can’t…”
When you don’t cum, he squeezes your throat tighter.
“I said,”
Suddenly, his hand comes down on your clit, smacking it hard.
“Cum!”
You swear you black out as you spasm around his cock, gasping and sobbing, your cheeks sticky with tears. 
“Fuck, Charlie!”
He lets go of your throat and you fall forward onto the mattress, body limp. He’s close, so close, and you can feel his length throbbing as he fucks you sloppily. 
“Oh, goddamnit, shit!”
His voice is hoarse, hand pressing your head further onto the mattress.
“Jesus Chri--AH FUCK!”
He buries his cock as deep as it can go as ropes of his thick cum spurt inside of you. 
“Take it, fuck, take it in your filthy little cunt!”
You’re shaking, legs wobbling as you’re stuffed with Charlie’s release. 
His hips keep rutting into you over and over again, like some primal instinct is making sure that every single drop of him has been put into you. 
He’s breathing heavily in your ear and as soon as he’s finished, he pulls out and tucks himself back in his pants. Usually, he just leaves right away, but this time he caught sight of the cum dripping out of your swollen and abused entrance. 
“God, I put so much in you that it’s fucking dripping out.”
And then he does something that you didn’t expect. He leans down and kisses your buttcheek while his hand squeezed the other one. He smacks your ass before cupping your pussy again, leaning down to whisper in your ear,
“You look pretty like this, used and abused with a full, dripping cunt.”
He smirks when you whimper, giving your folds one more smack before standing up and walking towards the door. 
His hand fiddles with the pack of cigarettes, pulling one out before flicking the lighter on, lighting it. He holds up some cash.
“For some fucking Plan B or whatever that shit’s called.”
Then, he throws the cash onto the table and opens one of the windows, knowing how much you hate when he smokes in your apartment. 
“See you soon, princess.”
And with that, he was gone.
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