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paterson-blue · 3 years

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Gold Rush: Chapter 1

Summary: You and Maurizio have grown up together, sharing a special bond you've never experienced with anyone else. But one night the two of you cross a line; you're not sure how either of you will handle the fall-out.

Word Count: 5,586

Warnings: afab!Reader, domme(ish)!Reader (very light soft!domme), virgin!Maurizio, subby!Maurizio, angst & emotions & smut aka my brand, bashful shy quiet stubborn sweet nerdy freckle faced Maurizio, Reader just wants to have fun like give her a break, complicated feelings abound, alcohol consumption, hook-ups, Reader x Original Male Character (briefly), degradation if you squint, oral sex (f receiving), handjob(s), spit as lube but don't get crazy with it – let me know if I need to add anything else!

A/N: There is some Italian in this fic; however, I have provided in-text translations to make things easier to read. Hopefully it doesn't disrupt the flow for anyone!

Thank you @hedgy-hog for beta-ing this fic for me! I haven't written in a while and I was extra nervous about this one; you helped me so much. Sending you love!

**I feel this goes without saying but: the characters in this story are completely fictional, and are based off the equally fictional characters in the film 'The House of Gucci'. They are not meant to be in any way representational of the real people whose names they share.**

You’d heard through the grapevine that Maurizio Gucci had a crush on you.

It was silly, really—something you’d decided was a ridiculous rumor that would eventually fade. You’d known Mauri since you were both kids, having grown up together. Your family and the Guccis had a relationship that went back generations--intertwining through friendship, business, and even marriage. You figured Mauri’s supposed “crush” on you was concocted by some well-meaning Great-Auntie trying to further the family’s connections through match-making. So, you ignore the gossip until the next get-together, when you greet your childhood friend with a hug and get a stammered-out hello and quick escape in return. Maurizio’s face had been bright red, body stiff against yours; he’d tripped over his big feet as he left. It was uncharacteristic--sure, he was usually quiet, but he was never scared of you. His cousins had laughed, elbowed you; your elder sister just rolled her eyes into her champagne flute.

And you realized maybe the rumor isn’t so silly after all.

It’s funny, really--flattering, yes, of course, but Mauri is possibly the last man you’d think to have a crush on you. Sweet, shy, lovely Maurizio. He was fun to tease, fun to fluster, but you also always enjoyed truly talking with him, hearing his thoughts, listening to him discuss his studies. He was ridiculously intelligent, a softer man than the rest of his family. Rodolfo was far too hard on him, practically abandoning Mauri after his mother passed; his governess, a nice woman named Flora, had raised him to be babied, sheltered. And he was: locked away in that gloomy estate but for family get-togethers. He was a skinny kid with glasses, always touted around a pile of books. When the two of you were younger, you would find a place to hide while the other kids rough housed--you’d pour over intricately illustrated atlases, dreaming of where the two of you would travel once you were all grown up.

But then, the two of you had grown up--you finished school and went into the family business. You managed one of your family’s jewelry stores in Milan while you attended business courses part-time. It was a nice life. You were supported by your family’s money, but you were saving all your income; as soon as you got your degree and earned more experience, you’d move up in the company. The eventual goal was to become at least a little bit more independent, though you knew full independence from your family would never truly exist. It just wasn’t how things were done. For now, you have your job and your studies, and plenty of time for the socializing and courting that your mother required of you.

Maurizio, on the other hand, stayed relatively the same as he was when he was a child. He was a quiet, introverted shut-in ruled by his father’s whims. His father paid for his intense law schooling, for his plush apartment in the heart of Milan, for his Vespa, and all other expenses. Mauri wasn’t much for clubs or parties; he much preferred being all by his lonesome in a library somewhere, sipping espresso while he buried his head in a book. He didn’t date. Ever. The only two times you knew him to take someone out, his father had strictly required a chaperone--and poor, timid Maurizio hadn’t the heart to argue. You’d discovered, at one particularly raucous family event where the cousins had convinced a tipsy Maurizio to play along with their drinking games, that he’d only ever kissed one girl, when he was 18. The only thing that had really changed about your Mauri throughout the years was that he’d finally seemed to fill out to fit his height. He was still clumsy and awkward, but he was no longer stick-thin with coltish limbs--instead, he was built and sturdy. Handsome, though he didn’t know it.

You saw him around town from time to time, ran into one another in cafes and bookstores. The interactions were almost always brief, the two of you usually having somewhere to be--you would both wave, maybe exchange a cheerful greeting, his words always soft spoken. Occasionally he would be more daring, which was always a nice surprise. Often it was in the evening, when he was on the way home from studying, full of espresso and happy to be out in the fresh air--he’d pull aside you on his bicycle, a rosy smile on his face, say: “Buonasera, agnellino. Good evening, little lamb.” It always made you laugh, the teasing nickname. When you were children, you were both so quiet and timid that the adults called you “little lambs.” Now, you were nothing of the sort, but Mauri had clung to the pet name to poke fun at you.

Yes, Maurizio Gucci was possibly your longest lasting friendship. You genuinely liked him, and if you were being honest with yourself, he might be your closest friend--a migliore amico. A best friend. It’s not like you could very well trust those you were usually surrounded by with many serious things. The socialites and party goers were here one day, gone the next--they didn’t understand your commitment to your work and studies. And, likewise, those you met through school and work often did not understand your loyalty to your family and the obligations you had to meet. Maurizio, though--he understood. He always understood. He had never betrayed your confidence in the quarter century you’d known one another. Though the two of you had many differences, your similarities brought you back together time and time again. Shy, sweet, lovely Mauri. Your families would be delighted if the two of you got together--you’re sure Rodolfo would breathe a sigh of relief, relinquish his hold on his late-wife’s wedding ring, and fund the nuptials after the first date.

But Maurizio? Really? You weren’t sure you could imagine him as a boyfriend, much less a husband. Of course, it’s not at all his fault that he didn’t have a man to look up to in his life, unless you counted Aldo--and you were not counting him. He just… he was your sweet, smart but clueless, viso lentigginoso–freckle-faced Maurizio. At this stage in your life, you just weren’t looking for what he could provide. Or, more so, he couldn’t provide what you were looking for. Mauri would be perfect for someone who wanted to settle down, who wanted sweet kisses and gentle lovemaking, who wanted to be a lawyer’s wife and a homemaker. Maurizio would be kind and fair, would be loving and compassionate--of that, you had no doubt. But you were twenty-five; you wanted excitement, adventure, la passione. It wasn’t what Mauri exuded.

His crush would blow over. He would find something else to preoccupy his mind, whether it be some other young woman or simply a particularly interesting novel. You would treat him as if nothing was wrong, as if you hadn’t heard the rumors--or at least, didn’t believe them. Things would go back to normal in no time, and the two of you would continue to grow together. There would be parties, birthdays, weddings, children born--somehow, you have no doubt in your mind that Maurizio would be by your side through it all, and you by his. Migliori amici. Gli agnellini. Best friends. The little lambs.

You should have remembered how good Maurizio is at surprising you.

You didn’t plan it. Really, truly, honestly you didn’t--and maybe it sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself, but you didn’t plan it. You really had put Mauri’s silly little crush out of your mind by the time Rodolfo’s birthday came around. Aldo insisted they have a party, and surprisingly, his brother was amenable to the idea. You half expected the get-together to be canceled, but when the day came and plans were still scheduled--well, there was no way you weren’t going. You did enjoy the parties the Gucci family threw despite the inevitable eccentricities and drama that came along. It was guaranteed good food, good gossip, and good wine, no matter the company.

You bring a date--James, a Brit you met at some party. His father owned yachts, or raced yachts, or something to do with yachts. It really didn’t matter. Neither of you were in it for the long haul--he was handsome, funny, rich, and a good fuck. That’s all you wanted, and all he wanted in return. He was elated to go to a Gucci party; you’re sure he’ll brag about it for the rest of his silly little life. It was all the same to you; he left for home in a month. All you wanted was someone on your arm so your mother wouldn’t pester you the entire time about finding a match.

It’s really not your fault that three hours into the night you get bored and drunk and horny. There’s a lull after the excited greetings, the football game, the heavy hors d'oeuvres, the giant cake, the flute after flute after flute of champagne. Later, everyone will catch a second wind--there will be raucous laughter, and music, and dancing, all followed by some sort of argument caused by a snide familial comment. But right now, everyone is sleepy and sated, finishing off stray bites of cake and making idle small talk. James is restless, a hand toying with the hem of your white sundress, inching upwards--you feel like indulging him.

So, you take his hand and make your escape, dragging him from the warm night air into the large mansion, giggling as you trip up the stairs and make your way through the winding halls. You don’t exactly have a destination in mind--you more so just want to find a room far enough away that you surely won’t be disturbed. You find one in the back corner that looks neat and tidy, as if rarely used; a study of some sort. James’ hands find their way under your dress as soon as the door shuts behind the two of you, and soon you find yourself perched upon the mostly empty desk, dress rucked up to your hips. James kisses you greedily, taking from you, and you let him, enjoying the feeling of his body pressed against yours.

His lips trail down your cleavage, and he pauses for just a moment to suck his index and middle fingers into his mouth before dipping his hands back underneath your dress and pushing your panties to the side. The pads of his fingers rub teasing, languid circles over your clit as he nips at the juncture of your jaw and ear. “Why don’t you sit back in that chair and I’ll get you nice and wet for my cock?” He murmurs the words quietly, and you swear you can hear the smirk on his face.

You consider it for just a moment. James wasn’t exactly the best at eating you out, but it did feel nice, even if you didn’t cum. He was attentive–always tried his best. Most importantly, you think you’re wine-drunk and horny enough to really enjoy it, and the thought of his thick cock filling you made heat spread through your body. He wasn’t the best you’ve ever had, but he was pretty damn good. Plus, your mother would be furious if she found out you skipped the party to go fuck your arm-candy-of-the-week upstairs. Una scelta facile–an easy choice, really.

It takes you just moments to get settled in the high-backed chair behind the oak desk, James kneeling in front of you. He grins at you, guiding your legs up and helping you balance one heeled foot on the edge of the desk. The other leg he hooks carefully over his shoulder, turning his head to press kisses to the side of your knee. You hum softly, settling back to watch him. You and James didn’t really have a connection–he was a bit too shallow for anything like that–but at least he actually cared about your pleasure. He takes his time kissing along your thighs, his neatly trimmed beard scratching your soft skin in the best way. Your heeled foot wobbles for better purchase on the wooden surface, but you ignore the tremor in order to keep the fabric of your skirt up and to the side.

You’re so preoccupied that you don’t notice when the door opens, a tall figure stepping into the room. It’s not until James’s face is fully between your legs, sucking a mark onto the fleshy part of your inner thigh, that you toss your head back to let out a moan–and finally see the intruder. You jump a little, startled as you take in the sight of Maurizio, the door closed behind him, his blue eyes trained intensely on the scene before him. James looks up, sees the look on your face, and pulls back, twisting his head around to figure out what’s wrong.

There’s a moment of tense, silent stillness–and then James is standing abruptly, roughly knocking your legs from their position. Your calf slams into the edge of the chair and you yelp, your gaze turning from Mauri so you can glare at James. “Hey, what the hell,” you snap, but you’re ignored.

Instead, James rushes to straighten his clothes and hair, giving Maurizio furtive, panicked glances. “Christ, I’m sorry, I–” words fall from his lips, stammering out apologies towards the Gucci heir and aiming scowls towards you. It finally dawns on you that James is embarrassed. Embarrassed and ashamed to be found out by a Gucci–that you’ve made a fool out of him. You scoff, rolling your eyes as he fiddles with his stupid fake golden cufflinks; you’re not even surprised when he finally bolts, leaving you behind without a second glance as he scurries out the door, head ducked so he won’t meet Maurizio’s eyes.

You don’t move from the chair - just smooth your hands over your dress, the sour feeling of disappointment setting in your stomach. Crossing your arms over your chest, you stare at Mauri, whose cheeks are a precious shade of pink. “You don’t knock?” you ask, tone mocking, annoyed at him for ruining what could have been a fun night.

His eyes narrow, brows furrowing together. “It’s my study.” His voice is clipped–you can tell he’s just as annoyed with you as you are with him. You just huff in response, finally moving to stand. You watch him as you reach up to fluff your hair, making sure it’s not too mussed to pass as presentable. Maurizio’s jaw works under his skin; it’s clear he wants to say something else.

“So?” you gesture at him, exasperated, “Sputalo fuori. Spit it out.”

And oh, does he.

“I’m sick of seeing you with la schifezza like him. Trash.”

“Excuse me?” Your words come out in a laugh, your brows arched up to your hairline. You weren’t expecting him to speak so boldly.

“You’re always with these fucking guys, letting them treat you like shit,” he accuses, before spitting out his next word. “Coglioni. Idiots.”

You roll your eyes, waving your hand as if waving away his words. “Oh, sei uno stronzo, Maurizio. You’re an asshole. You are going to sit here and lecture me about relationships? I don’t think–”

“--I would treat you better,” he interrupts, words urgent, tone hard as steel.

You can’t help but bark out a laugh, incredulous and indignant. “Vaffanculo. Go fuck yourself. You come in here to scold me, acting like you know what’s best for my life? You want to control me, is that it? Did my mother put you up to this?” You pause, looking him up and down, beyond irritated. Perhaps you should be gentler, but you have had enough of people trying to decide how you should live.

Maurizio fidgets, gaze flicking to the chair behind you and back again, and there it is. Your lips curl up into a smirk, and you find yourself going in for the kill. “Oh, is that it? You like what you saw him doing? You want your face between my legs, hmm? Don’t pretend like you know how to be with a woman.” You get silence in response, though the blush creeping up his face gives you enough of an answer. You continue on your tirade, anger taking the reins now that you seem to have the upper hand. “Actually, you know what? Why don’t you treat me better?”

You sit back down in the chair heavily, yanking your dress back up to reveal your panties. You spread your legs as wide as you can, rubbing your palm over your covered cunt–obscene, an act done through sheer liquid courage and bravado.

“Why don’t you come over here, get on your fucking knees and prove it,” you snap at him, but as soon as you’ve said it your ire begins to fizzle out. You know deep down that you’re acting out because you feel betrayed by him. He was the one who was supposed to have your back through everything. He wasn’t supposed to judge you, wasn’t supposed to have expectations of you. He was supposed to be your friend, the same way you were his–and now, you have said things you already regret.

Maurizio stands stiff, jaw clenched, blue eyes fiery in a way you rarely see. He spares a look behind him at the door, and when he turns back to you his expression has loosened, softened. Then, suddenly, he’s striding across the room towards you, stopping short when he’s standing in front of your chair. You glare up at him, ready for any venom he spouts your way, ready for the consequences of your actions—but then he’s catching you off guard, sinking to his knees before you. Your eyebrows arch, and you start to sit up, protesting even as something dangerous stirs in your stomach. “Mau— “

“No,” he interrupts, his tone stern despite the nervous tremor in his voice. “You want me to prove it, and I will.”

You stare at him, dumbfounded, completely unprepared for this turn of events. One of his giant hands curls around your ankle, guiding your leg up; all you can do is watch as his thick fingers trace around the bottom of your shoe, pulling the heel off and setting it gently to the side. He moves to do the same thing with the other one, and you notice the way his hands shake. It snaps you out of your reverie, and you straighten up in your seat. “Maurizio.” You say, tone gentle. He ignores you in favor of pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your foot before lowering it back to the floor; the touch of his lips on your skin sends a jolt through your entire body.

You think you’re going to have to take more drastic measures to garner his attention but finally he sighs, looking up at your face though not quite being able to meet your gaze. “Do you not want me to?” he asks quietly, his previous anger gone from his voice.

The question should make you pause. You know what he’s really asking: do you not want me? You should say no, because you don’t, not really–not because it's him, but because you don’t want a relationship with anyone right now. And you aren’t sure he’s the type for hookups. He’s your best friend, maybe the only person in the world who understands you. He should be off limits, and yet– “Yes,” you say firmly, surprising yourself. “Yes, I want you to. But I don’t think you–”

“Don’t.” He shakes his head, his deep blue eyes finally meeting yours. “I am just as much a man as he is.”

You cannot argue. You want his mouth on you, as inexperienced as it is. Perhaps that just adds to the appeal of it all, knowing you were taking a part of him, knowing he was giving a part of himself away. And he’s right, he is a man; he can make his own decisions.

So, you bring one of your legs up, bracing your foot against the edge of the desk in front of you, finding a better position than you had in your heels. Maurizio’s breath hitches in his throat; you have a feeling that, despite his words, he still hadn’t expected you to say yes. His hands are warm when they guide your other foot against the desk as well, trapping himself between your legs. You scoot forward towards the end of the chair, giving him easier access; he licks over his lips, palms slip-sliding over your soft inner thighs until his thumbs can brush lightly over the lace that covers your pussy. The sensation makes you shiver–makes your cunt clench in anticipation. But Mauri suddenly seems frozen in place like a deer in headlights. You reach out to touch his cheek, smoothing the pad of your thumb over his sharp cheekbone. “Don’t be nervous, Maurizio. É solo en bacio. It is only a kiss.”

He huffs out a soft laugh, before finally leaning down to press his face between your thighs–and then promptly pulls back when the frames of his glasses smash into your skin. He comes up with a scarlet blush on his cheeks, glasses crooked on his face and smushed into his nose. He stutters out an apology, and you can tell the brief surge of confidence he’d just had has disappeared. You smile at him, reaching up to slip the frames off of his face before handing them to him. He places them on the desktop behind, and you notice how the tips of his ears are all pink.

“Solo en bacio,” you remind him, and he nods, allowing his hands to brush back up your inner thighs, spreading your legs even more for him to press his face back between them. You can tell he’s still nervous, but he takes your words to heart and presses a gentle kiss right in the center of your lace panties, the tip of his nose brushing above your clit. The shaky breath he lets out heats your skin, and suddenly he’s tightening his grip on your thighs and inhaling, letting out a broken sounding moan. A curse falls from his lips, lost between your legs, and then his big thumbs are–slowly–spreading you open, tugging your underwear to the side as well.

He’s quiet for a moment, just looking at your cunt; it makes you want to squirm, feeling like a bug under a microscope. But you force yourself to stay still, to let him look–you know what he’s seeing. You can feel how fucking wet you are already, though you aren’t sure if it’s from James’ earlier ministrations, from fighting with Maurizio, or from the anticipation of his mouth on you. For all you knew, it was all three.

Finally, he presses a kiss to your bare cunt–and then another, and another. They’re all chaste, but then he licks his lips to get more of your taste, and something must click. Because, suddenly, he seems to have a greater sense of urgency, his kisses sloppier and more eager, tongue sweeping through your folds like he can’t get enough. He’s so different from James--softer, but not in a bad way. He has no beard to scratch at your skin, and his hair is silky smooth where it tickles at your thighs. Maurizio has no finesse, but he’s thorough. He drinks in your cunt like it’s the finest wine, lapping and sucking noisily, rubbing his nose through your slick like he wishes to be drenched in you.

Christ, it makes you fucking dizzy.

He licks over your clit a couple times, clearly by accident, but it still makes you gasp, still makes you clench your thighs around his ears. The next time he does it, your hand flies to his head, burying your fingers in his long hair, aiming to hold him exactly where you need him–but then he’s pulling away, earning himself a noise of frustration from you. Maurizio turns his blue-eyed gaze to your face, his mouth and chin all shiny.

“Has he made you cum like this?” he asks as he looks up at you, eyes blown black with arousal. You think about lying, but decide against it. Instead, you run your fingers through his honey brown hair, the touch gentle, affectionate. You shake your head no; Maurizio’s grip on your thigh tightens so much you think he’ll leave bruises. Somehow, you don’t mind the idea.

“Show me,” he pleads, eyes searching yours. “Show me what to do. Voglio che tu venire. I want you to cum.” His voice is raspy and desperate, and makes a shiver go down your spine.

“Let me see your hand,” you say, trying to ignore the tremor in your voice. He obeys immediately, and you delight in how big his eyes get when you take his thumb into your mouth. You suck, and he whimpers, shifting on his knees; you try not to think about his cock all nice and hard in his charcoal grey trousers. When you determine you’ve gotten the digit sufficiently wet, you guide it down between your legs, pressing it against your clit. “Do you feel that?” The question comes out strained, the mere pressure enough to make you throb.

Maurizio nods, obviously catching on to your minute reactions; he always was a smart boy. He rubs over your clit gently, watching you intently; when you sigh and relax back into the chair, he puts a bit more rhythm into his movements. You watch him with half lidded eyes, biting down on your bottom lip before speaking. “S-sentirsi bene, Mau. Feels good. You can–you can kiss it, too.”

He does, his plush lips caressing your clit gently, giving it soft little kitten licks. It’s teasing in a way you know he doesn’t mean to be, and it makes you squirm, your hips wriggling against his face. Eventually you can’t take it anymore. “Smettila di essere così gentile. Stop being so polite.”

He chuckles against you, the sound quiet and familiar. There’s a pause, and then he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks–still gentle, but with far more pressure and intent than before. You cry out, clutching at his hair and shoulders, bucking your hips against his face, and it’s like he knows exactly what to do. He sucks and laps at your swollen clit, using the fat pad of his thumb to rub at the little nub as his tongue gets tired, kissing your cunt and thighs all the while. And when–to your own great surprise–you actually cum against his mouth, you think you’ve never been so thankful that he’s such a quick study.

“Maurizio,” you cry, neck arched back, thighs trembling where they've sagged against his broad shoulders. “Maurizio,” you sigh, coming down from your high, heart racing in your chest and fingers brushing through his hair. “Maurizio,” you whisper, watching him sit back on his heels, trailing his lips over your bare skin as he returns your legs and dress back to their proper positions. He’s flushed, hair in disarray; he licks over his plush pink lips, eyes dark as they trail up your body to your face. The two of you stare at one another in silence, unsure of what to say, of what to do.

–Until you straighten up, still a little breathless. “Get up.” It’s an order, one he scrambles to obey. Standing before you, his cock is placed right in front of your face, the bulge in his slacks absolutely indecent. He seems to notice, because he takes a step back, and promptly bumps into the edge of the desk. It knocks him off balance, and he sits back on it, eyes guarded as he watches you stand and press closer to him.

“Do you–” you start, settling your hand on one of his massive thighs. He only seems to understand what you’re asking when you slide your palm upwards, skirting past his cock to settle on the buckle of his belt. His gaze flies up to your face, and his hand quickly covers yours, stopping your movements. You freeze, and consider pulling away from him, but he holds you there as if trying to decide what exactly he wants.

“... No one’s ever touched me,” he finally says, and you can tell by his quiet tone that it’s a vulnerable admission.

“I know,” you say, because you do know. You know, and still you offer. It is his decision.

A beat, and then he nods, removing his hand from yours in order to brace himself against the face of the desk. You make quick work of his belt and zip, pulling his cock out with practiced ease. Maurizio hisses at your simple touch, and you know this will be over fast. His cock is the perfect size–not too big or too thick, but enough so that you know it would feel fucking incredible inside you. You flush at the thought, and try to shove the vision out of your mind. This was a one-time thing, you and Mauri. Nothing more.

He’s wet, precum dribbling steadily from the head; you have the sudden urge to taste him–instead, you spit into your hand before wrapping it more firmly around his cock. Maurizio lets out a strangled noise, hips jerking upwards frantically. You decide to take pity on him, not wasting any time as you start to jerk his cock, being sure to play with his foreskin, rubbing your thumb against his tip. You employ every little trick in the book, trying to figure out what he likes best.

It doesn’t really seem to matter; every little thing you do makes him shake, makes him moan. He hitches out your name urgently, and when you look up at him, he has tears in his eyes. You frown, slowing your movements, and Maurizio shakes his head frantically, reaching for you to pull you closer. “No. No, no, non fermarti. Oh Cristo, don’t stop, per favore.” He fumbles for your face with the hand that doesn’t currently have a death grip on the edge of the table, cradling your cheek in his palm as he struggles to calm his breathing.

You speed back up, preening at the way he’s begging for it, begging for you. “Si sente bene, Mauri? Does it feel good?”

He heaves in a breath, but chokes on whatever words he’s going to say; he nods his head quickly instead, not looking away from your face. His expression is twisted–part in pleasure, part in something that looks like trepidation, almost as if he fears his own release. You pull back his foreskin to rub at his frenulum, something that makes him let out a guttural-sounding sob, the look in his eyes frantic.

“Lascialo andare. Let go, Mau,” you tell him, wanting to keep your tone warm and reassuring. “I’ve got you.”

He whines, leaning in to press your foreheads together, his long nose nudging against yours. It’s intimate, tender–almost too much so. With anyone else you would pull away to put some distance between the two of you, but not with him. You both stay like that for what feels like a while, but is likely only a handful of seconds before his hand on your cheek is moving to curl around the back of your neck, holding onto you as if you’re the only thing anchoring him to earth. He says your name under his breath before pulling back to stare at you, eyes frantic. “Mi stai facendo venire,” he pants out, an astonished expression on his face, as if he’s surprised. “You’re going to make me cum.”

He goes silent when he orgasms, as if all the breath has been sucked from his lungs, hips jerking into your hand as he makes a mess all over your skin and his nice trousers. His hands clutch at you, clinging desperately as his body shakes. You settle your free hand on the back of his neck, mirroring him, brushing your thumb over his skin to soothe him. You stop stroking his cock when he starts choking out pained grunts, instead resting your messy palm on the desktop; you refuse to move in any other way, not wanting to jostle him as he drops his face into the crook of your neck.

Somehow, his clinginess doesn’t bother you or make you uncomfortable the way it normally would. You want to be here for him; you want him to have the time he needs to get his breathing under control, to let his head stop spinning. Your fingers move from his neck into his hair, massaging the bottom of his skull gently; Maurizio groans all low and quiet into your skin. You smile a little. “Are you alive?”

He nods, and there’s a pause before he finally sits back up to look at you. His expression is unreadable, but not because it’s closed off; instead, it seems to be full of too many emotions to decipher. Slowly, the two of you part–you each find tissues to use to tidy up at least enough to escape to a bathroom. Soon you’re both halfway presentable, hair smoothed back into place, undergarments straightened, clothing properly adjusted. You finally speak as you hand him his glasses, watching him set them on the bridge of his nose. “We’re okay, right?”

He nods with no hesitation, and it comforts you just a little. “We’re okay, Angellino.”

You choose to believe him.

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smutsonian · 3 years

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burning desire

dark!mom's!boyfriend!maurizio gucci x innocent!female!reader

summary: you try smoking for the first time and your mom’s boyfriend helps you

warnings: darkish (for now), smoking, some touching from maurizio (noncon-ish), innocent reader, innocence kink, corruption kink, horny thoughts, virgin reader (nothing happens and she remains a virgin 😗✌🏼), sinful thoughts, cheating, Alsy(OFC) is a bad influence of a friend but she’ll be great.

word count: 1.3k

a/n: i could not have thought of a more unique title :’) i originally planned a stepdad fic but im a coward. this is an au btw so 😗✌🏼 and i haven’t watched the film so spoiler free i guess?

happy birthday, ora! couldn’t say no to a birthday girl 🥴 so have whatever this is instead 🤣 @crappedoutlungs

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There is nothing wrong with being curious. That was what she kept telling herself. Everyone else was doing it, so why couldn't she? Even her mother's Italian boyfriend is doing it all the time, and she still seems to love him. What difference does it make if her daughter does it?

Alsy, her friend, kept telling her how it helped her relax or calm down, and she could definitely use a stress reliever right now.

The girl lets out a long breath before nodding at her own reflection exiting the bathroom and trudging down the flight of stairs, her skirt flowing along with the breeze. She looks around the house, searching for the person that would be able to provide her with one of those cancer sticks.

She locates the hulking figure outside the house, sitting on the porch bench, with the familiar burning stick protruding from his seemingly mushy lips. He looks up at the sound of the door closing, and she feels her heart pounding faster as a result of the sudden attention on her.

She has practiced a thousand times now. It’s now or never.

“Can I–” her nose flared in embarrassment when her voice cracked mid sentence and she immediately looked away from the man before attempting again.

“Can I have one?” She mentally cheers for herself before frowning at the floor when Maurizio remains silent.

She looks up only to find him staring at her with an eyebrow raised at her questioningly.

Her natural reaction is to defend herself.

“It’s not a bad thing. It’s completely normal! Everyone does it. I mean…” She bites the inside of her cheek when she runs out of things to say only to find Maurizio still staring at her with the same puzzled expression.

“What were you asking for?” He asked, voice as deep as it can get, probably croaky from all the smoke he inhaled.

Her blood turned cold from complete embarrassment when she realized that the man was just asking for what she wanted and here she is, being all defensive.

She lets out a forced laugh before pointing at the packet of Marlboro red sitting just beside him.

“Can I have one of those?”

He simply shrugs before picking up the packet and reaching out a very long arm to her, patiently waiting for her to take one.

It was that easy? Her jaw clenches unconsciously as she tries to take one as coolly as possible, despite her hands shaking with nervousness and embarrassment. She is finally able to take one, and she retracts her hand, turning away from the man and staring at the cigarette stick as if it were made of gold.

This is it!

“Need a light, cara mia?” his baritone voice snatches her staring contest with the cigarette stick. She feels lightheaded at the endless amount of times she’s making a fool of herself right in front of this man. She considers simply running up to her room and keeping the cigarette stick until she can do it with Alsy. Why didn't she just go to Alsy and ask for one? She'll most likely buy a whole packet.

“Sit,” his voice calls for her attention again. Why is it so easy for him to get her attention? Then again, Maurizio’s the type of man to get everyone’s attention in every room he walks into. He pats the spot beside him on the bench, prompting her to sit beside him.

She does.

Her mind becomes foggy once his hands touch her waist, guiding her beside him and pulling her closer to his side. She watches as he gently takes the stick from her grasp and nudges it against her closed lips.

"Open up, my darling," he whispers, his eyes fixed on her lips, his own a shade darker than his usual honey eyes. His vision was clouded by the combination of the dark night and his dark thoughts. He closely observes her as she parts her lips before placing the brown end of the stick between her soft lips and smiling at her as if he is proud of her.

The glint of satisfaction in his eyes definitely tugged at her heartstrings. She wanted to see it glint like that again.

The sound of his fingers flickering at the lighter drew her attention, and he could see how her innocent eyes focused intently on his fingers. He smirks at the thought of his fingers being in her instead of the plastic igniter. Her innocence being in his hands. Taking it and savoring every single moment of it.

His heart thumps a little faster as he lights the ends of her stick, his cock moves eagerly in his pants trying to get out, to touch her, at the image of her soft features doing something so... debauched for someone like her. He was aware that this was her first time smoking, it was so obvious, and he liked the idea of him being present for something she was doing for the first time. His adorable little bunny. He'd like to help her on a few of her first times.

As he watches her struggle to get the hang of inhaling and exhaling with the stick, he can't help but wonder how he can get her to himself. Will she even be willing to?

He smirks at the prospect of already having a solution to her potential noncompliance.

“Does your mother know you smoke, bunny?”

The way her eyes widened like saucers told him he'd hit a nerve.

And as if luck was on his side, her mother’s car came into view.

He watched as his little bunny panicked, unsure of what to do. He was entertained and captivated by her innocent antics until he finally decided to put her out of her misery.

He takes her cigarette from her and places it between his lips, his pants tightening as he tastes her on the stick.

Oh, she’ll be the death of me.

Her mother parks and exits the car with a smile that he can't bear now that he's getting a taste of her lips on the stick between his teeth. Not when he’s seen his bunny’s face up close.

Her mother greets both of them before entering the house without saying anything to either of them, and this is when he decides to set things straight.

He looks at her beautiful face, which is looking back at him as if he's a saint, and he almost feels himself about to cum at the image of her trusting face.

She trusts him.

But he’s far from being a saint.

He smiles at her before placing a broad palm on her thigh, spreading it so his pinky slides closer to her heat, her racing breaths hitting his neck as he leans in closer to her face. The smell of cigarettes on her breath could be his new favorite scent.

A reminder of his taint on her. One of many that will follow soon enough.

His free hand reaches for the back of her neck so she can't pull away just as he places his lips on hers, his lips curling at the little sound coming out of hers that he eagerly swallowed, his tongue invading the inside her mouth. He takes pride in the way her stiff form began to sag against him, and he tries not to shove his hand up her skirt so he doesn't scare his innocent little bunny any further.

Instead, he pulls away, smirking at his bunny's attempt to chase his lips.

“You owe me a lot, bunny.”

He steals one quick kiss before standing up and tossing the cigarette butt on the floor and stomping on it.

“I’ll collect it from you later.”

As he looks down on her, he caresses her face, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip before pulling away and smiling at her.

The sound of the door closing brings her out of her reverie, the reality of what has transpired finally sinking in.

How exactly was she going to pay him?

Better yet,

How did he want her to pay him?

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a/n: i wanna make this a thing where i just write drabbles or oneshots of pure horny (or wholesome idk) thoughts ft. mom’s!boyfriend!marizio who is a dark character and innocent/naive reader 😗✌🏼join me in this journey guys

ps. i cant stop thinking about adam driver 😭

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mrs-ren · 3 years

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Missing You

[ Maurizio Gucci x Reader ]

Hi to you! this is my first post and my first time writing for ADCU(AD) hehe.

warnings: Smut. Public Sex. PV. no actual use of y/n.

italians: (from google translate)

Amóre: love

Bellissima: beautiful

Cristo: Christ

It's been almost a month since you last seen him. You understand his work and schedule. Of course you do, but without him, without his body, his presence, it's killing you.

Maurizio is a busy man. Running a Company is not that easy. And he made it very clear to you. Even before you started this relationship with him.

You remember vividly when you two met. It didn't last long since he had to attend another meeting. You thought that it's gonna be the last time that you're gonna see him.

But after a while, you two crossed paths again. Maurizio not wasting another time. He ask for your number. And told you he wants to get to know you.

Maurizio didn't let you aware of his last name. He trust you, but he didn't want you being with him just because of his money. You're too precious for him to lose.

You've proven yourself. That you're not with him for his wealth. You introduce him to your family. Your father is a bit sceptical with Maurizio.

He talked to you. Telling you to stay away from him because your father didn't know if Maurizio will be able to take care of you.

But you convince him. Fighting for Maurizio with your father. Your father couldn't do anything but to accept Maurizio. He basically interrogate him at the family dinner.

You apologize to Maurizio because of your father's behavior. You just found out his status when he introduce you to his father.

Maurizio took note of your confused face. Chuckling softly since he know that will be your reaction. He knew in the moment you talked to him about his last name that you're the he needed.

The way you didn't ask him that his wealthy. But the way you understand why he did that. You smiled sweetly at the memories. Missing him more.

You miss him dearly. Touching and pleasuring yourself at the thought of him. Maurizio is unaware of your night activities. If you tell him about that he will not take kindly of it.

You close your eyes inhaling the air of Milan. The Gucci providing you the warmth you needed. You feel something wrap around your waist. You tense on your spot.

"It's me amóre..." He whisper. He turn your body to face him. You feel your eyes watering when you saw his face. His dimple showing as he smiled lovingly at you.

"Mauri!" You wrap your arms around his neck. Kissing him on lips. He wrap his arms around your waist pulling you closer to his body.

"I miss you so much Maurizio." He peck your nape. Tickling you, he press his body to yours.

"I missed you so much belissima, you don't know how much i craved for you. Your gorgeous little body. Your face, everything about you." He said not taking his eyes away from you.

"Mauri..." You whimper. It's been a while so his words affect you more than before. His hands stroke your waist to your back.

"Hmm?" His hands went to your upperback. He unbuckle your bra throught your clothes. He knows how to unbuckle your bra. He's the one who designed it.

"We're in public." You remind him. He distance himself at the realization. Looking around to see if anyone is watching you both.

"Come on." He place his hands to your waist. Walking inside one of his many store. The staff greeted the both of you.

When someone was about to approach you to be in assist. He dismissed it immediately. He told you to find something. He gives your forehead a kiss before walking to the staff.

Without knowing his plans. You pick the dress that caught your eyes. Seems brand new design. You walk inside the fitting room. Finding it surprisingly empty.

Putting on the dress quickly. You look into the mirror. Admiring how the dress hugs every curves and edges of your body.

You jolt when you heard a knock. You walk to the door. Twisting it open to be greeted by Maurizio smiling softly at you.

He locks the door, eyes still staring at your face. You look up to him with your soft eyes that he cannot resist.

"What are you doing here?" You ask him, your voice going quiet at the end of the question.

"Shh... we have to be quiet. If you can." He muttered, still smiling innocently at you. As if he didn't knew how his words affect you.

You whine at his words at the same time he runs his hands to your hips. Pulling your body closer to his.

His breath fanning your face as he is so close to you. He didn't move, he stayed still. Waiting for you to say something.

"Please?" You softly whispered. You can feel his hands cupping your breasts through the fabric. Making you let out a small moan.

"Of course bellissima." After that he put his hands behind your head pushing it when he kiss you. You moan into his mouth when he started getting rough.

His hands rubbing up and down to your breasts down just above where you wanted him the most.

Both of you didn't want to leave each other's lips. You missed this, so much. And Maurizio also did.

He push your back to the wall. He started kissing your neck while his hands found their way to your underwear.

You unconciously arch your back when he started rubbing your clit. Your walls clenching to nothing when he continued doing circling motions with his fingers.

"Quiet." He warned when you moan out. He inserted his fingers inside you. Preparing your walls for his cock.

He continued kissing your neck. It sure will leave a mark. His hands undoing his pants. He sigh at the feeling.

"Please- Aaahh!!" You moan out when he shoves himself inside you without any warning.

"I miss this so much. fuck" He tried to stay still to let you adjust to his size. You nod at him and that was his sign.

"Oh cristo"

He moaned into your ear. His dick almost out of you. He suddenly push his hips. His cock so deep inside you.

"Maurizio" You yelp as he started moving frantic. His thrusting fastens. Both your wrist now pinned on the wall.

He started thrusting in a brutal pace that have you seeing stars. You bit your lips, trying desperately not to let any sound out.

But you know they can hear you. The slapping of his hips and his groans mix with your moans and sighs echoed inside the fitting room.

But you couldn't careless. He is fucking you and you are enjoying it.

"I'm close!" You rest your head on the wall. He groans before going into a sporadic pace. Hitting the right spots in your body.

"This pussy is mine. No one can fuck this like me." He suddenly blurted out. You are about to answer him but you feel the knot tightening in your stomach.

"That's right. Come for me my love." He breathlessly said. Your whole body shakes as you feel the wetness gushing out of you.

"Fuck!" He thrust a few more times. His cums paints your walls. Maurizio push his head back, breathing heavily while your walls clench itself around him.

"I love you." He place a kiss on your forehead before settling you down. He clean you up. You look at the mirror again. Making sure you look decent.

"You-" He just kiss you while chuckling. He didn't told you that he lets the staff out. You look up to him but he just wraps his arms around your waist and he guides you back home.

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ohsolonelyghosts · 3 years

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Hey! Im new here! I love it your fics!

Omg Im shy to ask you about but i cant stop thinking about that:

Tell us about adcu boys (or adam driver characters) fiding out you have a lovense lush toy and catching you in the act.

Hey! Welcome to the page!

Between you and me, I have a Lovense toy, and I will never use anything else again. Best investment.

Without further ado, I would love to present you with their reactions!

Kylo

Kylo would find you on it when he would come home after a long day, completely unaware that you were even hiding one.

"Woah, what is that thing, babe?" Kylo would ask, looking at you clearly enjoying yourself.

You gathered yourself enough to pull the toy out of yourself, turning it off for a moment to exactly show him how it worked.

When he discovered he could get his own app, he never stopped using it on you in public.

You would be grocery shopping and feel an all too familiar sensation inside of you.

You would stop whatever you were doing in the aisle to bend over, legs shaking.

If Kylo was feeling very risky, he would bring you to your peak.

To other people, it just looked like you were very into picking out some cheese together.

Sackler

"Kid, have you seen my, oh my god."

Sackler would bust into your shared bedroom, obviously looking for one of his tools, because god did he misplace them every day.

He would crawl between your legs, looking at the pink toy.

Sackler would put his hand on it, feeling just how powerful it is.

"Jesus Christ, doll, you can take this?"

He would take your phone from you, learning how to make custom patterns for you to use.

When he would put the intensity too high you would buck your hips up at him, making him laugh at you.

It became a regular part of your sex routine, and Adam loved making you cum two, maybe three times before he was inside of you.

Maurizio

"Sweetie, what is this thing?"

Maurizio would find it in your bedside drawer first, thinking nothing of it when you said it was a sex toy you used when he was away.

He found you using it one day, and quietly watched you from the hallway until he was way too tempted.

When you showed him it was long-distance, he was way too giddy about it.

On business trips, he would call you when he was back in his hotel room.

He would make you use it on a call for him, missing your sweet moans.

Somehow, from so far away he found a way to make it perfect for you to cum in no time.

Paterson

Pat would not understand how that thing went inside of you.

After he came back from the bar one night, he saw you on your bed, back arched, moaning for him.

He would instantly strip off his shirt, eager to help you out.

Then, you handed him your phone, which he was really confused about.

He was wary about it at first but learned fast on how to make you writhe and cum in a matter of fifteen seconds.

He would make you use it while you cooked dinner for the two of you and it brought out a side of him that you hardly saw.

Needless to say, he was in love with it as much as you were.

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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Mountainside Morning {Maurizio Gucci x Reader}

@gotham-city-uber-driver made me do it...sorry not sorry. also hey! I finally wrote something and actually finished it lol. based on this original ask.

also, I think it’s so funny that adam has no idea 1) where to get the sweater or 2) if the sweater was even Gucci 😭 I love him. he has no idea what’s going on about 35% of the time and I just love that.

warnings. SMUT, wearing mauri’s sweater, morning sex, P in V, creampie.

no tw’s :)

word count: 1.08k

Italian used. ∙ buongiorno, tesoro = good morning, treasure ∙ cristo = christ ∙ cazzo = fuck ∙ signore = mister

Maurizio is sound asleep and snoring peacefully when you’re woken up by the sun as it peeks over the mountaintops. Figuring you’ll let him sleep in a bit, you place a gentle kiss on his forehead before carefully crawling out from under the blankets.

Goosebumps instantly spread down your arms and legs, a shiver shooting down your spine as the cool morning air tickles your skin. Considering you’re almost completely nude as a result of last night’s fireside activities, only wearing your panties, you look around for one of your sweatshirts.

Your eyes suddenly land on Maurizio’s white knit sweater from yesterday’s slope outing, hanging over the side of the dirty laundry basket. It looks so warm and cozy, you just can’t help but walk over and slip it on. It swallows you up in its warmth and envelops you in his natural musk: cigarette smoke with hints of bergamot and cedarwood.

With a small smile, you slide your slippers on before heading downstairs to make some coffee. You put a few logs onto the fireplace and light it, then begin preparing the espresso maker.

Meanwhile, the smell of freshly burning firewood and roasting coffee beans travels up the stairs and into the bedroom, wandering its way into Maurizio’s subconscious.

Soon, his eyes flutter open and he grunts softly, sitting up in bed. He quickly notices that you’re not next to him, so after slipping on his previously-discarded pants laying by his bedside, he heads downstairs to greet you.

His breath catches in his throat when he sees you standing by the stove, clad only in his white cable-knit sweater. He pauses in the doorway, watching as you pull the espresso maker off the stovetop and pour some into a cup for yourself.

Early-morning skiers have already hit the slopes and you watch them through the large kitchen window as they push off from the top and glide down the mountain.

He smirks, already half-hard as he walks quietly into the kitchen and steps up behind you. His hands smooth down your sides, hands squeezing your hips.

“Buongiorno, tesoro.”

You hum, feeling his hardness pressing up against your lower back. “Morning. Did you sleep well?”

Only a soft hum comes in response before he’s leaning down and beginning to kiss at your neck. His fingertips tease the hem of the sweater, pushing it up lazily before his hands slip under the chunky woven yarn, hands sliding across your bare skin.

“I did, but I am certainly glad to be awake for the views this morning. I would’ve hated to have missed them...” He chuckles against your skin.

Smirking, you step back a bit, pressing yourself flush against his broad figure. “Mhm, I know what you mean...watching skiers wipe out under the beautiful morning sky is quite a sight to behold.”

Maurizio lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head playfully while he delivers a quick smack to the side of your thigh. “Tease.” His chin rests on your shoulder as his hand slips down between your thighs. Then, his fingers press down on your clothed clit and start rubbing slow, teasing circles on the stiffened bud.

You let out a shaky breath, hips instinctively grinding down against his touch. He hums, nibbling and sucking at your skin while tugging your panties down, letting them pool around your ankles.

He’s quick to push his silk pajama pants down enough to expose his hardened cock, giving it a few strokes before lining up with your entrance. When he thrusts forward and sheathes himself in your tight wetness, a low groan escapes his plush lips, hot breath tickling your skin.

The small porcelain espresso cup nearly falls from your hand as you inhale sharply and you quickly set it back down on its matching saucer before he can start thrusting. His hand slithers from your pelvis up around your neck, holding your jaw firmly just in time with the first roll of his hips.

“Maurizio.” You sigh, eyelids fluttering gently. “Oh my--ohhh.”

His thrusts suddenly quicken and he moans quietly into your ear. The sound of skin smacking together bounces off the kitchen walls and your hands grip the edge of the marble countertop to keep yourself steady.

“Thaaat’s right...take it.” He snarls softly.

Your eyes roll back as his thrusts progressively get faster and harder, whines uncontrollably slipping past your lips.

“M-Maurizio...fuuuck yes.”

A small smirk grazes his lips and he shoves your hips against the countertop, hand on the nape of your neck to hold your front down on the cool surface while the other holds one of your legs up.

You gasp at the deep angle this new position creates, allowing him to reach into your deepest caverns with the head of his member. Your walls clench around him and he groans at the sensation, only spurring on his already quick motions.

“Cristo.” He breathes, fingers desperately grabbing at your hair. “Are you...a-are you close?”

Nodding wordlessly, you reach down to begin rubbing your clit. As a result, your insides grip around him suddenly, which nearly sends him over the edge. A primal growl is ripped from his throat, hips beginning to stutter as his climax quickly builds.

You’re cumming with a moan of his name within a few minutes and he moans deeply, fucking you through it with quick, sloppy thrusts. His glasses are slipping down the bridge of his nose and he has to reach up and fix them before throwing his head back to keep them from slipping again.

“Cazzo!”

His hips come to an abrupt stop as the first rope of hot seed spills into your throbbing cunt. He groans, giving a few mock thrusts with each spurt before coming to a full stop, chest rising and falling rapidly as he comes down from his high.

Soon, he pulls away and pulls out, helping you stand up. When you turn around, he immediately pulls you in for a passionate kiss, then kisses all over your face, jaw, and neck before returning to your lips once again.

You smile against his lips. “Well, that was quite the ‘good morning’, Signore Gucci.”

Maurizio laughs as he bends down to pull your panties back up over your hips. “A proper ‘good morning’, if you ask me. Now, let me have a cigarette and some espresso, and then perhaps we could spend some time in the sauna. How does that sound, tesoro?”

With a bright smile, you nod.

“That sounds lovely.”

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eagerforhoney · 3 years

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Twelve Days of Fluff!

Yeah, I'm gonna write again with some motivation from my fellow rats and this amazing graphic made by @mariesackler! Thank you especially to her and @hopeamarsu for encouraging me to do this writing event and reminding me that I never ever have to write angst if I don't want to!

I'll be using the fluff option for the Twelve Days of Whumpmas prompts from @amonthofwhump starting 12/1/21!

Masterlist will be updated every day with the link to that day's prompt added! You can find any of my writings for this event with the tag #eagerforhoney12DaysOfFluff

**All prompts are 18+. If you are a minor, please do not interact!**

Day One: Putting up the Tree with Clyde Logan

Day Two: Reunion with Charlie Barber

Day Three: Candlelight with Flip Zimmerman

Day Four: Favorite Holiday Memories with Clyde Logan

Day Five: Gift Giving with Kylo Ren

Day Six: Last Minute Relief with Adam Sackler

Day Seven: First Snow with Kylo Ren

Day Eight: Hot Cocoa with Adam Sackler

Day Nine: Caroling with Maurizio Gucci

Day Ten: Christmas Lights with Clyde Logan

Day Eleven: Their Favorite Song with Kylo Ren

Day Twelve: Found Family with Paterson

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phoenixspencer · 3 years

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Gabriel O'Malley x Maurizio Gucci

A moodboard for the amazing fic Perfect Illusion by @pizzzazlut (from her House of O'Mucci series)

#o'mucci #gabriel o'malley #maurizio gucci #kylux #kylux adjacent #moodboard #fic moodboard #phoenixspencer moodboards #kylux adjacents #the kitchen #house of gucci

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tropicalchiaa · 4 years

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Him Pt 5

Maurizio Gucci X Reader

The Consequences

You are dealing with the aftermath of Milan and your healing process is interrupted

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It’s been about five months since Milan. Business is even better than ever, and you were happy. Have you called Maurizio? No. Have you responded to any of his letters? No. Have you opened any of his gifts? No again. None of that matter, both of you were better off without him.

Yes, you did just say both. Currently, you are 5 months pregnant with a healthy baby boy. I mean who were you kidding, there was not one condom wrapper in sight that day. The memory is still alive and well in your head. And when you are lonely at night you can still feel how his cock twitched inside your warm cunt. Leaving his cum in there for safekeeping.

This secret had to stay under wraps for a multitude of reasons. But the biggest is that you are potentially carrying his only son and way of keeping the Gucci legacy alive. No one knows the identity of the baby daddy but your close friend. Although she was livid when you broke the news to her, she quickly began to gush about being a Godmother and how both of you guys would raise this baby together. There was no reason for you not to keep the baby. You were rich, successful, and had a team that would surround him with all the love he could ask for.

Your annual summer party was coming up and you could not cancel it for anything. This party was the highlight of the season for the last 5 years and you would be damned if you let a baby get in the way. Also, you sent out the invitations months ago to the top brands, luckily already excluding House of Gucci.

So that leaves you here at your family’s Hampton estate putting the final touches on your party that is happening in a few hours. Praying that people can’t tell you are pregnant under your flowy white sundress. And hoping your new hairstyle will be enough to distract them, it usually is.

The party is in full swing and your secret was well kept so far. Sneaking back from another bathroom break you are halted by a deep voice saying, “Hi Princess.” No no no you thought. Not even wanting to engage you keep walking towards the party. Hoping for a slight chance you were imagining the voice or that you could get someone to buffer you from this man.

“Where do you think you are going?” The voice says grabbing your arm and pulling you towards them. “You weren’t invited,” you say plainly, trying to remove yourself from their grip. “Oh, that? I just assumed my invitation got lost in the mail, like all the other things I have sent you. Why do I get the feeling you do not want to see me? Because when I envisioned our reuniting, I always assumed you would pounce on me like a tiger eating his prey. But here you are acting as if we are strangers, why is that Princess?” They ask with emotion dripping from every word.

“I do not want to see you,” you say firmly, still avoiding looking them in the eyes. “Stop this nonsense and look at me Y/N!” They say pulling your chin up looks them in the eye. And when your eyes hit those blue ones’ reality hits you like a flood. And in some fight or flight attempt, you try to reason your way out of this situation.

“Please unhand me Maurizio,” more reality sitting in as you say his name for the first time. “I need to go host my party.” “Princess we need to ta--” and like a miracle your second assistant comes towards you mentioning a too drunk design executive. Looking over at him, you silently convey for him to let you go. But before he says, “We will talk later,” while letting go reluctantly. And boy was he waiting on the later, you could feel his intense stare everywhere you floated that afternoon.

Learning from your mistake you made sure to take your close friend with you on bathroom breaks to make sure you weren’t surprised by him again. Oh, how you wished he was some crasher that you could throw out. Fuck, why couldn't you get impregnated by a nobody?

Finally, as people are filtering out after the sunset dinner you feel some relief. You had seen Maurizio and his wife leave about 30 minutes ago, so you walked around without feeling eyes watching your every move. As you closed the door for the last time hopefully you hear him say, “Finally, I was beginning to think we wouldn’t be able to talk. Especially now that I know why you have been avoiding me.”

Whipping around you are again facing Maurizio with no escape. “You left, how are you even here?” You whimper out shocked. “Oh, that? I told my wife that we have a meeting for a collaboration of some sort. And because I have been feeding her alcohol all afternoon she left with little thought to my statement.” He says closing the distance between the two of you.

Your brain is moving a thousand miles per second, he knows you're pregnant! Your friends and assistants won’t be back for a few hours because they are driving people back to the city! “Please I made it very clear we had nothing to talk about, especially when you corner me like this.” You say, trying to keep as much confidence in your stance and voice.

“Princess, I wouldn’t need to corner you if you just stop ignoring me. Especially over something so small as gaining weight.” He says with a frown on his face. Gaining weight? “You think I am ignoring you because I gained weight?” You say confused. “Yes, I mean that is why you are wearing such a matronly outfit and your face is rounder. Plus, you didn’t take off your dress once and we both know how much you like to show off your body. But don’t worry your secret's safe with me, I am sure a nice diet can get you back in shape in no time.” He says putting a hand on your shoulder. “Plus, I love what the weight has done to your ass and breast, cannot wait to see them in their full glory in a second.” He says as he tries to pull your dress above your head.

“NOOO,” you say but it is too late, he has already seen your round belly and is frozen with shock. Scared of the reaction you close your eyes and hold your belly as you cower bracing yourself for impact. “You’re pregnant?” he says softly, staring at you with wide eyes. “Yes,” you say quietly, trying to distance yourself from him to gain some composure. “What? Wait did you think I was going to hit you?” He stutters out hurt.

“Umm no, it's just become an instinct to protect my belly no matter the threat.” You ramble out nervously. “But you think I am a threat? Why?” He says with a small pause and without missing a beat, “IS THE BABY MINE???” He screams as the realization hits him. “NO!” You say too quickly. Trying to rectify your response you say, “It’s my ex’s...” That lie wouldn't even convince a toddler.

“Y/N I am not going to ask you another time is this child mine and cut the bullshit when you answer next.” He says grabbing both your shoulders with a little shake. A small yes falls from your lips, feeling overwhelmed with no options. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He says stumbling backward-looking dazed.

Feeling anger flair in you, “WHY DIDN’T I TELL YOU?” You screamed “UMMM maybe it's because you have a family? Or maybe it was because I was used as a hooker. Oh no maybe it's because you are an arrogant asshole.” You spit out, each statement hopefully hitting like slaps. “You know what, just leave, I can’t do this right now. If you want to talk like civilized people you can come back tomorrow at 11:00 with some sense.” You say opening the door for him to walk out.

And for the first time ever Maurizio listened to you, walking out the door stunted. But before you could close the door he pulled you into a kiss then said, “I want to be in this baby's life and nothing is going to stop me. Not even you.” And with that, he took off walking towards his car after he subtly threatened you.

From closing the door to saying goodnight to the housing staff, his words hung over you like a dark cloud. Even as you were falling asleep, the threat replayed in your head. Tomorrow was going to be taxing, you could already feel it.

Ummmm, very cliche but I love ittttt!!!

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