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Island Birthday {Maurizio Gucci x Reader}

anonymous

Firstly happy birthday!! 🎂 May this year be your best yet! Secondly, I think the reader would celebrate Maurizio’s birthday by sailing to a nice private beach where she could have him all to herself with no distractions 😏 (Mainly because in the movie they neglected that he liked to sail and the one time he was on a boat, he fell 😂)

thank you so much, you’re very sweet <3 and yes, I was bummed that they didn’t really show more of his love for sailing in the movie! and his beautiful yacht!! but it was already such a long movie and they can’t show everything, which I understand. luckily, that’s why fanfiction exists: to supplement ;)

a quick note: if you, like Anakin Skywalker, do not like sand because it is coarse, rough, and it gets everywhere, then this is not the piece for you.

warnings. SMUT, FLUFF, humor, nude sunbathing, well...it starts out that way lol, sand gets everywhere, some awkward & funny situations, mutual fingering/handjob, P in V, cowgirl position, unprotected sex, creampie. **no actual use of ‘Y/N’ in this fic.

(possible) tw’s. beach sex, sex out in the open. 

word count: 1.3k

Reference. The Creole is the name of the yacht that Maurizio owns.

Italian. amore mio = my love bello = handsome tesoro = treasure or darling stai bene? = are you okay? porca puttana = holy shit cristo = christ cazzo = fuck buon compleanno = happy birthday

He’s never calmer, more at peace than he is out here on the sea. The salty breeze caresses his graying chestnut hair as the Creole cuts through the water.

Sailing is his first love and his only mistress. It’s something he wishes he found time for much more often than he has been lately. He loves the isolation, loves how the real world can just disappear from view for a little while.

You can’t stop admiring his features under the natural sunlight, thinking that he looks just as beautiful at this age as he did when you met all those years ago at the dance hall.

“You are staring.” He laughs softly, looking over at you.

“I can’t help it; you’re much too handsome to keep my eyes off of.”

His cheeks flush and he smiles, pulling you closer with an arm around your waist. “We do not get out here enough. I have this beautiful boat and I never get to fucking enjoy it anymore.”

You sigh, reaching up to tuck some hair behind his ear. “Things have been busy. We will start making time, but you need to actually take time off. You work every day, Mauri; you rarely ever take a day off.”

“Mmm...why must you always be right?” He laughs softly, turning his head to kiss your palm.

“Because I’m your wife and it’s my job to always be right.”

“Yes, but you are just so good at it. You tell me to take a day off...when do you take a day off from being right, hm? Not even on my birthday?” He smiles down at you.

You give him a nudge, laughing and shaking your head. “Not even on your birthday. You can keep on dreaming, amore mio.”

The island soon comes into view and the captain docks the boat as close as possible to the shoreline. It’s a private island, owned by a long-time friend of Maurizio’s, so there’s no one on the island or around for miles, so you’re guaranteed plenty of privacy.

Maurizio loops the picnic basket on his arm before scooping you up and carrying you down the ramp into the shallow water below. He makes his way onto the sandy shore of the island and after setting you down, you grab the sheet to lay out on the beach for the picnic while Maurizio stands down by the shore.

After you’re finished, you walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around his midsection. He relaxes with your touch, sighing softly.

“Thank you for arranging this.” He says after a few beats of silence. “It's so nice to be out here alone with you, away from work and the girls for a little while.”

You smile. “Of course, bello. I wanted you to have a relaxing birthday.”

“How about we lay in the sun for a bit, hm? Right on the shore, so it’s a bit cooler?”

Nodding, you both shed your clothes before laying down right on the shore in the cool, partially water-soaked sand. The small waves tickle your feet and legs as you lay together under the warm sun.

His arm wraps around you after a little while, pulling you closer into his side. You slide your hand onto his abdomen, dangerously close to his cock while his slips down to your lower back, nearing your ass cheeks.

You can’t help the small smirk that grazes. your lips as he spreads his palm out over your cheek, giving it a squeeze. Your hand “accidentally” slides over his hardening cock, making him grunt softly and raise his hips slightly.

He encourages you to scoot up ever so slightly, then moves his hand down further between your legs until his digits brush along your folds. Your back arches, a shaky sigh leaving your lips.

Your hand wraps around his shaft and you begin pumping him, feeling his shaft grow to full hardness under your touch. He turns to the side, then, and pulls you in for a passionate kiss, lips absolutely devouring yours.

“Mm, tesoro.” His hips push forward. “I need you.”

“How do you want me, birthday boy?”

Maurizio laughs softly, pulling his hand out from between your legs before pulling you on top of him. “Just like this.”

You smile and lean down for another kiss, then crane your neck to kiss at his neck and throat. You start to kiss down his body, but you quickly end up with sand on your lips and in your mouth.

Your face contorts and you turn your head to the side, spitting out the sand. He gives you a concerned look, hands rubbing your hips.

“Stai bene?”

Nodding, you start laughing. “Sand.”

“Ah. Sorry.” He chuckles along with you, giving your thighs a gentle squeeze. “Do you want to stop? I feel bad...”

“No, no, of course I don’t want to stop. It’s just some sand, Mau.” You smile, kissing his lips again. 

Now, it’s his turn to cringe a bit, as you still have some sand leftover on your lips. You smile against his lips. “Sorry.”

He simply hums in response, pushing his hips up as a silent plea. You lift yourself up and position yourself on top of his cock before sinking down. Your eyes widen when you feel a few bits of sand roughing up the downward stroke.

“What? Is it okay?” His voice is strained, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.

You nod, laughing breathily. “There’s s-sand here, too.”

“Sand...my new greatest foe.” Maurizio can’t help but laugh, shaking his head. “Next time, we will do this on a sheet. Or perhaps on the boat, far away from the sand.”

Both of you chuckle as you start to bounce up and down on his shaft, head falling forward with each pleasurable motion. He groans, eyebrows knitting.

“Oh, porca puttana...”

You’re whimpering and whining as you ride him, hands flat on his chest, acting as an anchor.

“M-Maurizio, fffuck!”

His hips start lifting up in time with your bouncing, allowing him to reach deeper inside you. He brings his thighs up, feet planting in the sand and creating a sort of backrest for you.

“Lean back, tesoro.” He breathes. “Let me fuck you.”

Nodding, you lean back and push against his thighs while his hips begin to buck up into you. Your head falls back, legs spreading wider instinctively.

“Mmm, yes bello. S-So good.”

Maurizio sits up on his elbows and moans as he watches his cock disappear inside you repeatedly, the sight so purely erotic that it brings him right up to the edge so fast it makes his head spin.

“Cristo, I’m close, t-tesoro...”

You reach down and rub your clit quickly, moaning loudly as your climax approaches. Your insides clench around him and that’s what sends Mauri over the edge with a gasping, choked moan.

“C-Cazzo! Ssshit!”

Your back arches as your insides are painted with Mau’s warm seed, a shaky sigh leaving your lips. His hips give a few mock-thrusts before his hands desperately grab at your hips, full-on thrusts picking back up again.

“Cum for me, tesoro.” He whispers, fucking you harder. “Let go.”

His words, his hips and your strokes all together send you plummeting off the cliff into bliss, sweat dripping down your forehead between creased eyebrows as you moan out with pleasure.

“Oh Mau!”

After he’s taken you through it, he falls limp back on the sand, chest glistening with sweat as it rises and falls rapidly. His glasses are a bit fogged up and you laugh softly at the sight, leaning down to kiss him.

Just as your lips connect, a particularly large wave comes up and blankets the two of you, but mostly Maurizio, in its salty embrace before drawing back, leaving him completely soaked.

You just laugh as he sputters, removing his glasses to wipe the salty water away from his eyes and the wet hair from his forehead. He’s laughing too, looking up at you through squinted eyes.

“Why did we do this whole ‘beach sex’ thing again?”

“Because it’s fun and adventurous. And we’re horny.”

“Touche.” He chuckles. “I love you, tesoro.”

You smile, giving him one last kiss.

“Buon compleanno, Maurizio.”

🎉written as part of mrs. g’s birthday week 🎉

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I really enjoy reading your writing! Since you added Maurizio, can I request a Christmas fic of the reader and Maurizio trying to settle down their child/children for a family holiday photo at their home? I don’t know whether to pick Rome or the Alps, but you can choose.

Hi! I hope you enjoy this 🥰

Maurizio Gucci x Reader

Word Count: 1,042

Warnings: female reader, breastfeeding a baby, fluff, alcohol consumption

Maurizio springs family photos on you one night while you’re feeding Bruno in your bedroom. You’re lying in bed in just your panties as Bruno’s hand is placed against your chest. He’s in his favorite arms in the world, latching onto your breast to eat his fill before Maurizio inevitably lays him down for the night. “Family photos sound nice.” You say to him, nodding. Bruno’s hair is in his eyes and he’s almost asleep.

“Can put it on the Christmas card.” He says softly, shaking his head as he reaches out for the baby once he’s asleep. You’re passing him over, smiling at the kiss Maurizio places on your forehead. “Gonna put him to bed, tesoro.”

“Thank you.” You say softly as you pull the blankets up over your body. The cool air from the Alps is wafting through the open window. And you hear Maurizio’s quiet hushing from the monitor placed beside your bed. You remember when he first brought up having a child together. How scared you felt, but how reassuring Maurizio was. How he made you feel safe in the fact that he’s done this all before. And Bruno John Maurizio, was the most perfect little boy you could’ve asked for.

He joins you in your bedroom soon after, undressing and placing his glasses onto the side table. “Come here.” He mumbles as you curl your body towards his. Your nose tucks under his chin as his arms find their place around your body. “Goodnight, little dove.” He mumbles against your skin, kissing your temple. And falling asleep pressed up against your love, knowing your little one is safe and sleeping in the nursery is all you need that evening.

But what you want on the day of your photos is a mulled cider and an aspirin. Bruno is dressed in a custom tailored onesie to match Maurizio’s color scheme, and your dress rides up your thighs only a little. Bruno has been screaming for an hour now and you’re bouncing him as you pace, trying to calm him down. Maurizio is watching you from his place on the island stool and the private photographer he’d brought in for your photos is sitting on the couch while you calm the baby. There’s a thin layer of white blanketing the ground outside while you three are kept warm by the fireplace. Your Christmas tree is standing tall and proud and decorated with matte red and matte brown ornaments. He’s amazed with how patient you can be with a screaming child on your hip. He moves from the stool around the counter to pour you a glass of wine. “Let me see him, dove.” He says as he moves back closer to you, trading the wine glass for your son. “There, there, topolino. It’s alright.” Maurizio is holding him close, pointing out of the closed window to show Bruno the great expanse of snow and allowing him to touch the pine needles and ornaments on the tree. He quiets down a little bit, holding him close.

You smile as you lean on the island yourself, sipping from the glass of wine. You’ve always been one who enjoys watching Maurizio just, be a parent. Stay in his element. And he’s so good with Bruno. He’s everything you could’ve dreamed of in a father of your children. “See? All better? Will you be okay for a photo with your mama now?” He asks him as he kisses his cheek gently. His skin is cold but the smile Bruno gives is anything but. He’s warm and affectionate. The tears have subsided more now and Maurizio passes him back over to you, exchanging your wine glass again. Maurizio moves where you’re standing to be in front of the Christmas tree as he snaps a few Polaroid photos of the two of you, for himself, before the photographer takes over and he’s taking his place behind you. A hand settles on your hip and you smile brightly. Feeling safe and secure in the arms of your man. Between Maurizio’s wandering hands and Bruno’s twisting and turning— you’re hoping there’s at least one good photo that comes from this little session.

And Maurizio ends up getting the photos back about two weeks after, smiling as he looks them over. The curves of your body are absolutely delightful, especially with Bruno on your hip, accentuating it. You both look so in love with your little family— and you are. And he’s looking up from his desk here at the office to see that little Polaroid of you and Bruno, taped to an old picture frame. He can’t imagine being in love with anyone else now that he’s found you. Now that he’s finally got things right. He’ll do whatever he can to keep you safe and happy. And he’s showing you the proofs of the photos over text messages while he’s away. You’re saving each one of them to frame and put in Bruno’s baby book. You can’t believe how perfect the two of your boys are.

And you’re trying your best to keep the tears away on Christmas morning. Maurizio is on the floor sitting in front of the tree, still dressed in his pjs, holding Bruno in his lap. The girls will be dropped off later this evening after you prepare dinner. You’ve been dreaming of a family Christmas for so long, and here Maurizio is allowing you a dinner with him and your son and his girls. Love is lingering through the air, and you’re snapping your own Polaroid photos as Maurizio pushes his glasses up and helps an excited Bruno open his first of many Christmas gifts. Your heart is swelling as you look at the smile on the both of their faces. And you really never want that smile to fade. Bruno has his smile. There’s no doubt about that. Everything about Maurizio just makes you fall even further in love. And when Bruno brings one of the books you had picked out for him to his mouth and you hear Maurizio laugh— you know you chose right yourself. Everything that man has done since you met, has been for you and his kids. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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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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Per Favore

Part 1 of 2

Maurizio Gucci (HOG) X Female Reader

Notes: I know I'm sorry I haven't posted anything in months also I'm sorry if this sucks because it probably does lmao but I'm starting to get back into this whole writing thing so here's a little Mau blurb.

Warnings: smut, some dry humping, virgin!Mau, just my perverted mind going nuts

Word Count: A little over 1K

The sunlight flickered through the paneled walls hung with what you assumed were expensive tapestries, your eyes trained on where Maurizio's hand had engulfed yours as you made your way through the grand hallways of the estate. Every corner of the embellished home captivated your attention along the way until he made his stop at a large door. 

"In here" He led you inside a quaint room adorned with the finest art and the most stunning antique sofa and table with a delicate gold trimming sitting in the center of the space. "Would you like a drink?" You nodded as he walked over to the bar cart, humming lowly to himself as he poured both cocktails.

After dating the man for nearly two months and showing no signs of wanting to take you home, you were starting to lose all hope when he took you by surprise and suggested having a drink over at his place tonight. 

Maurizio brought your drinks over and set them on the glass table before you. He took a seat on the sofa, beckoning you to sit. You strolled over to him, settling in the space beside him, your knees barely grazing past one another, making your breath hitch.

"Thank you." He nodded politely towards you and took a sip of his drink. You could tell he was tense, hands squirming with the glass. 

"Sei bellissima stasera." Maurizio spoke delicately as his eyes darted across your body.

"What does that mean?"

"It means you look beautiful tonight." 

"Thank you." You looked down at your lap, hiding the heat surely rising to your face at his praise. "How do you say 'I want to kiss you'?" You bit your lip as Maurizio grinned before he realized what you meant. 

"Voglio baciarti." Maurizio almost whispered before he swallowed hard. Your eyes flickered between his hypnotizing blue-rimmed eyes and the plump lips framing his exquisite face. Heat bloomed in your chest as you inched closer; the scent of his expensive cologne was intoxicating, drawing you in. Maurizio moved his hand to push a strand of hair behind your ear and cup your face tenderly in his palm as he leaned into you. Your lips parted at the feeling of his warm skin on yours for the first time, and you felt his lips press on yours, claiming your mouth, starving and eager to taste you. You decided to let the liquid courage rushing through you take over and scooted as close to him as you could before swinging your leg over and straddling his lap. 

"Tesoro.." Maurizio broke away from the kiss for a moment, practically mewling at the sight of your chest pressed against his. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and his hands cautiously landed at your sides, lightly caressing the delicate skin of your thighs while pushing your dress higher with every knead. He could no longer help himself as he pulled you back in and smashed his lips against yours. Your bodies were flush with one another, breathing heavily as you welcomed his embrace once again. Your fingers carded through his smooth locks while you experimentally rolled your hips against his, drawing a stifled groan from him. The steady rise of his cock nudged firmly against the swell of your clit, causing you to whine into his mouth.

"Amore...please." Maurizio panted against your lips, chest heaving from having you ground down so deliciously against his cock. You continued to press your clothed sex against him, entranced by how each stroke further ignited the fire within you. His lips continued to move lower along your neckline, biting and sucking at the supple flesh of your tits spilling over your dress as he cupped your ass in a frantic attempt to press you closer to him. Your movements had him feverishly bucking his hips towards your heat, desperately needing to feel more of you on him.

As Maurizio nuzzled into your neck, the sight of the slightly open door pulled you from your haze. Anyone could walk in at any second. But you couldn't stop. Not now. Not when you had this captivating, powerful man withering away into a blubbering mewling mess right under you. You snapped back into it when you felt him pull your straps and top of your dress down, exposing your tits to him. Large palms began to knead them, pinching one already stiff nipple while his mouth worked on the other. His hips bucked towards yours, desperate for any friction you were willing to give him while he placed wet kisses on every piece of skin he could get to. Your moans echoed off the far walls of the room, unable to regain control of yourself once he began to roll his hips in sync with yours. His rock-hard cock hitting your clit every time had the both of you desperate for release. 

You felt the wetness seeping on your inner thigh as he guided your hips to slide along his rock-hard shaft. 

"Amore mio.." Maurizio choked back a moan, squeezing his eyes shut, trying to gather his thoughts. "I'm close, baby." You nodded, picking up your pace while his lips went back to tasting your skin. The sensation of his hands roaming your body and your swollen clit, getting precisely the pressure and friction it needed, had you coming without warning. Soft heat flushed through your veins as the orgasm washed over you. Maurizio's lips never left yours, swallowing each other's whimpers and guiding your hips to ride out the remnants of your orgasms.

Maurizio cradled your face in his large hands, the icy feeling of his Gucci pinky ring making you shiver against his touch. His eyes were still burning with lust as he pulled himself from the kiss and glanced up at you. His face flushed and lips swollen. Your eyes diverted to where you had been grinding on his lap; his seed had seeped through his finely pressed pants, making you bite down on your lower lip with a smirk. Maurizio took your chin between his thumb and forefinger to bring your gaze back to him. A smile grazed his face; you could drown in every single dimple that appeared as it spread. Your hand traveled towards the Gucci belt wrapped around his hips to unbuckle it before he stopped you.

"Tesoro, I have something to tell you......" You glanced down at him softly, urging him to continue. "I'm..a virgin."

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Bellissima

Maurizio Gucci x Female!Reader

“Bellissima,” Maurizio says, opening the bedroom door. You look up at him with those pretty eyes of yours, and he smiles. “I’ve missed you.”

NSFW: PIV sex, Dirty talk, Oral sex (Maurizio to reader)

I am not Italian, nor do I speak Italian. Please forgive my awful Google Translate phrases haha, I’m doing my best. 

“Bellissima,” Maurizio says, opening the bedroom door. You look up at him with those pretty eyes of yours, and he smiles. “I’ve missed you.”

You’re in a hotel wearing a stunning, expensive set of lingerie.

“Only the best for you,” Maurizio had said when he’d told you where the two of you would be staying. It’s nice and private out here, and the meddling paparazzi haven’t found you yet. 

Maurizio closes the door behind him. 

“La mia bella ragazza,” he says softly as he walks over to the bed. “This set was made for you.”

“Yeah?” you hum. “You’re not disappointed?”

“God, no,” Maurizio says as he loosens his tie, pulls it off, and sets it on the bedside table. “You could never disappoint me, bellissima.”

You love it when he calls you that. The word rolls off his tongue, and there’s something so special about being called ‘beautiful’ in Italian. 

It makes your stomach flutter and your cunt throb. 

You hum. 

“How was your trip?” you ask. You’re the first person he wanted to see, which is why you’re here now. It’s why you’re wearing the lingerie he bought you last month, and it’s why you’re quickly spreading your legs and for him now.

He sighs as he unbuttons his coat and shrugs it off. 

“No,” he says, shaking his head. “I will take my time with you tonight, bellissima.” 

Your breath catches in your throat. It’s always been fast and rough with him before. You wonder what’s made him like this, what’s made him want to treat you with such care. 

“Did something happen while you were away?” you ask. Although you don’t want to pry, you can’t deny the fact that you’re curious. 

Maurizio shakes his head. 

“Don’t worry about that, bellissima,” he says. “Just let me please you. Let me taste you.”

Yet another surprise, you think. 

“Are you sure?” you ask, looking at him as he pulls you down the bed and puts his big hands on your thighs. 

“Si,” he says. He gives you a small smile. “Are you wet for me, bellissima?”

You laugh softly. 

“Always, Maurizio.”

He yanks down the lacy panties, the ones that probably cost a fortune, and damn near rips them in half. 

“Good girl,” he says, voice low. He moves in, then, and licks a stripe through your center. You moan softly, parting your legs further and reaching down to grip his graying hair. 

“Fuck!” you cry, eyes closing as he sucks your stiff clit into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around the bud as he sucks, and you’re not sure if you’ve ever felt this fucking good. His fingers, although they’re incredible, are nothing compared to this. 

“You’re dripping wet, bellissima,” he says, pulling off for a moment so that he can look at you. Your wetness is smeared across his chin, and the sight of him like this makes you clench.

“I-I can’t help it,” you breathe shakily as he reaches up. He begins to finger you, then, and his wedding ring shines in the light. Your heart sinks as you’re reminded of what exactly is happening, of what exactly you’re doing to Patrizia. 

Maurizio notices the way your face falls, and he follows your eyes down to his wedding ring. He pulls it off suddenly, and tosses it to the floor. 

“Forget her, bellissima. Focus on me.”

You nod quickly. 

“Yes, sir.”

He gives your thigh a comforting squeeze, then goes back to fingering you. You roll your hips up against him, and he leans back in to suck at your clit. 

“O-Oh god, fuck!” you moan, already feeling yourself getting close as you clench around his fingers. 

He pulls away completely, then, and licks his fingers clean. Your eyebrows furrow. 

“Maurizio--”

“I need you, bellissima,” he says, getting off the bed so that he can unbutton his shirt, remove it, and take off his socks, shoes, and pants. He’s hard as a fucking rock, you can tell by the massive tent in his underwear, and when he pushes them down, you bite your lip. 

“Oh, fuck, please . . .” you say desperately, moving your hips as he gets on top of you. 

He kisses you, then, and you hum against his lips. 

This is the part that always confuses you. The kissing. He does it like he’s a dying man and you are oxygen. He drinks you in, sucks and nibbles and bites, and you always fall for it. You always pull him closer. You always kiss him back. 

Perhaps it is the only time he can truly kiss someone without feeling disgusted afterwards. God knows Patrizia doesn’t give him much affection, and here you are, a beautiful young woman who’s willing to give him what he needs. 

That’s all you are. 

A body for him to use, to kiss, to fuck. 

And you let it happen, because you are seriously, deeply, scarily in love with him. 

Maurizio lines himself up with your entrance, and when he pushes in, you stare up at the ceiling with tears in your eyes. Having him like this is such a sweet form of torture. You feel so close yet so far from him, so connected yet so divided. 

“Christ almighty, bellissima,” he groans, hips rolling as he fucks you. Minutes go by, and his thrusts become sloppy. You’re moaning and sighing and clawing at his back, and he’s making the most incredible sounds . . .

“Say my name when you cum,” you whisper. Say that you’re mine. Say that I can have you, even if it’s just like this. 

You will never be satisfied, this will never be enough, but you wish that it would be. You want him, in every universe, you want him. You’d do anything he asked of you without question, and yes, that’s dangerous, but you were his since the first time you saw him. 

He calls out to you as he reaches his orgasm. He yells your name, screams it, makes sure that everyone passing by can hear it from the open window. 

This is what brings you to the edge as you rub your clit desperately. 

“Maurizio!” you cry, bottom lip quivering and body trembling. 

“I’ve got you,” he breathes as you come down. He puts his hand on your cheek, then kisses you once more. “I’ve got you, bellissima.”

You nod, looking up at him as he pulls out slowly and lays down beside you. You feel his seed slipping out of your cunt, and you clench before you can stop yourself. You want to keep as much of him as close as possible. 

You move a bit closer so that you can lean your head against his shoulder. 

You take ahold of his hand, the one that the wedding ring was previously on. 

I love you, you want to say. 

“Thank you,” you say instead. 

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Last Updated: 12/30/21

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[mrs-gucci]

Buon Compleanno, Maurizio! [blurb] {Maurizio Gucci x Reader}

@yuhbruvwegay​​

ok so hear me out, maurizo and the reader spend his birthday working at the office (sadly) so to take his mind off of how depressing that is, the reader decides to crawl under the desk and suck him off just as his employees barge in his office to sing him happy birthday and give him a cake :)

the way I stared at this for a whole minute on my screen lmaooo. this idea is top notch, my dear, thank you very much for sharing!

warnings. SMUT, FLUFF, humor, oh so much humor, embarrassing moments, a very flustered Mauri, birthday blowjobs, cum in mouth.

(possible) tw’s. semi-public blowjob, almost getting caught.

word count: 772

Italian. cattiva = naughty porca puttana = holy shit tesoro = treasure or darling buon compleanno = happy birthday signore = mister (ie Mr. Gucci) grazie = thank you

You’re typing away on your typewriter in the corner at your desk, looking between the paper on your desk and the sheet you’re typing on. The energy in the air is somber, considering you’ve both spent all day in the office on his birthday. 

He’s disappointed too, of course, but happy to at least be able to spend the day in your company. Does he wish that there was a lot less Paolo and a lot more sex involved? Of course he does, but he’s grateful for any time he can get with you.

...But sex would be nice, too.

You sigh, typing coming to a halt. This is no way to spend a birthday, and you’re frankly sick of typing shit out. It’s time to take some action. You look over at him with a look.

“Maurizio.”

His eyes meet yours and he offers you a small smile.

“I want to suck your dick. And I’m gonna do it right now, because it’s your birthday and I want to make you feel good. Is that alright?”

He almost blacks out and cums in his good work pants right then and there when he hears those words roll from your lips, the pen running right off the page he’s signing.

“Wha--you want to do that...h-here, in the office?”

You nod with a small smirk. “I do. Consider it an early birthday present of sorts.”

His cheeks turn pink as he finishes up the signature quickly. “W-Well, er, what if someone comes in a-and sees?”

“I’d be under your desk, Mauri. If someone did come in, they wouldn’t see me.”

“Mmm.” The corner of his mouth pulls up in a small, devious smile. “If you really want to...then come over and get on your knees, tesoro.”

You grin, giggling softly as you get up from your desk and trot over to his, crawling underneath it carefully. He chuckles at your eagerness, looking down at you with a smile as he caresses your cheek.

“You are absolutely incredible, do you know that?”

“Mmm...I know.”

He laughs, shaking his head and giving your cheek a teasing tap. “Cattiva.”

“You know it and you love it, bello. Now, try not to mess up too many more signatures, hm? We don’t need Aldo questioning anything.” Your fingers begin to fiddle with his belt and pants, pulling them down enough to expose his cock, which is already hardening.

Maurizio rolls his eyes playfully, beginning another signature. “I think I can control myse--hhhooohhh.”

You smirk as your lips wrap around his head, sucking lightly.

“Porca puttana...” He drops the pen and wraps his hand around the back of your head, encouraging you down further on his length. “T-Tesoro.”

Allowing your jaw to slack, you push your head down further on his shaft until you’re deepthroating him. He groans, hips instinctively rutting forward as his head falls back.

“Yes, cazzo--takeit.”

Unsurprisingly, it doesn’t take long for him to be brought up to the edge and he’s a grunting, groaning mess as he teeters there. You smirk, drool dripping down your chin as the lewd slurping noises grow louder, bouncing off the walls of the office.

“Oh y-yes, yes, I’m right t-there--”

Suddenly, the door opens and Maurizio sits up very quickly, knees slamming up against the bottom of the desk. He grunts in pain and you nearly choke, but keep your mouth around him.

“Buon Compleanno, Signore Gucci!”

Everyone in the office comes in with smiles on their faces while his secretary, Paola, carries in a cake with candles. Maurizio quickly runs a hand through his hair and plasters on a smile, trying to ignore the fact that your mouth is still very much wrapped around his cock.

“W-Wow, grazie, I...this is very nice.” He says in a slightly strained voice.

They all start singing and, with a devilish smirk, you begin bobbing your head again, moving your mouth along his shaft. His eyes widen and his jaw clenches, but he keeps his outer composure like a true businessman.

He’s brought right up to the edge within only a minutes or so of your ministrations, fingers tightening in your hair. His length throbs on your tongue and as soon as you increase your suction, he’s coming down your throat. 

A throaty groan leaves him and everyone gives him a strange look as cake is passed around.

“Signore? Is everything alright?”

Maurizio lets out a long sigh, nodding and sitting back in his chair as his post-orgasm bliss washes over him. His fingertips gently massages your scalp and caresses your cheekbones under the table.

“Mm, never better.”

🎉written as part of mrs. g’s birthday week 🎉

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Mistletoe Mishap {Maurizio Gucci x Reader}

anonymous

Hi! Can I request something with Maurizio for Christmas with the prompt, “Did you put the mistletoe here just so you had an excuse to kiss me?” I love your writing so thank you in advance!

you read my mind with this request, nonny. I was literally going to write this exact combo lol.

warnings. SMUT, FLUFF, HUMOR, reader & mau are married & have kids, some Christmas morning sexy times, P in V, unprotected sex, accidentally getting caught by the kids, ruined orgasms, the kids exposing them lmaoo, maurizio is traumatized. **no actual use of ‘Y/N’ in this fic.

(possible) tw’s. giving the kids a liiiitle sleep medication to delay their awakening (just benadryl, y’all. nothin’ serious I promise lol).

word count: 1.1k

Italian. buon natale = merry christmas cazzo = fuck ragazze = girls dio = god

prompt: “Did you put the mistletoe here just so you had an excuse to kiss me?”

Christmas morning is always special, especially with Maurizio, who always has a little treat in store for you when you wake up. Did it usually involve sex? Absolutely. 

It is the season of giving, after all.

Ever since you’ve had your daughters, though, it’s been a little harder to do anything...intimate before the girls come barging into the room, excited to open their presents.

This year, Maurizio believes that he's found a way to have a private moment with you before the girls wake up. Or, at least, he’s hoping so.

“Good morning, tesoro.” A sleepy voice whispers in your ear, nudging your cheek. “Buon Natale.”

You hum, opening your eyes slowly and turning your head, smiling over at your beloved husband. “Merry Christmas, my love.”

His arm wraps around you and pulls you close. He smiles, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“You know...it is tradition to kiss underneath the mistletoe...”

Your eyebrows furrow and you look up, laughing when you see a bit of mistletoe tied to the top of the headboard. You shake your head, giving him a little playful nudge.

“Did you put the mistletoe here just so you had an excuse to kiss me?”

“Absolutely.” He hums, pulling you in for a kiss. “Although, I hope to do a bit more than kiss this morning.”

You chuckle against his lips, running your hands over his broad chest. “Maaaau...have you forgotten that we have two very nosy and very eager children in the bedrooms just down the hall?”

“Er, well, I believe that I have bought us some time. I may or may not have given them a tiny bit of sleeping medicine so that we’d have a little extra time to ourselves this morning...”

“Oh my god. You did?” You laugh, nudging him. “That’s very naughty, Signore Gucci. Drugging your children with sleep medication just so you can fuck your wife...mmm, very naughty indeed.”

His cheeks flush pink and he laughs softly. “It was only a little bit of Benadryl...and I do not hear you complaining about it, hm?”

“...I never said I was complaining.” Your lips pull up into a little smirk.

Maurizio kisses you again with a smile, straddling you gently and pinning your hands above your head. Your back arches up off the mattress slightly when he reaches down, sliding your pajama pants down to your ankles.

He dips his head down to mouth at your throat while his fingers dip between your thighs, giving your clit some attention. You whine softly, biting your lip as your fingers thread through his hair.

“Mau...” You breathe, eyes fluttering shut. “Mmm, shit, we have to keep this brief.”

With a soft huff, he begrudgingly nods, slipping his sleep pants down enough to expose his hardening length. He gives himself a few pumps, muffling his sighs against your lips.

His hips press forward once he’s lined up with your entrance and the two of you gasp in harmony as his shaft parts your insides. He wastes no time in picking up a steady thrusting rhythm, rolling his hips back and forth with soft grunts.

“So good, tesoro. You always feel s-so good around me.” He whispers, kissing at your neck and throat.

Your back arches up off the mattress as your husband fills you over and over again. “Oh Mau, oh cazzo.”

The bed rocks back and forth with the rolling of his hips and the bed frame groans in time with his steadily increasing rhythm. Sounds of slick slapping quickly surrounds your bodies and his grip on your wrists gets slightly tighter.

“Mmm. Yes baby, p-please go faster!” You breathe desperately, tugging at his hair.

His hips jerk, stuttering for a moment before speeding up, drilling you into the mattress. He’s grunting and panting, hot breath wafting over your face as he fucks you as he can manage.

You’re getting close now, you can feel it, and you can feel his length begin to throb and twitch as he pumps in and out of your silky walls.

“I can’t--I will not last much longer. You fffeel too good and it has been a while since our last time...nngghh, fuck!” Maurizio says in a raspy voice.

You chuckle softly, smiling up at him. “It’s okay, just let--”

“PAPÀ! MOMMY!” The girls barge into the room. “IT’S CHRISTMAS!!!”

Maurizio gasps and you sit up quickly as he scrambles to get off of you.

“Ragazze!” He says in a firm voice, tucking his painfully hard cock back into his sleep pants beneath the covers. They both stop in their tracks and look at the two of you with furrowed brows, confused as to what you were doing when they came in.

“Papà, why were you hurting Mama?”  Allegra asks.

Both your eyes widen and you quickly shake your head. “Oh, no, no. Papà wasn’t hurting me, he w-was just...”

“We were hugging!” Maurizio jumps in quickly, forcing a smile on his face. “And k-kissing, to celebrate Christmas. It is our special C-Christmas hug.”

Allegra nods, but Alessandra doesn’t look so convinced.

“That is not what they were doing.” She tells her younger sister. “They were making babies.”

You have to cover your mouth to keep from laughing, while poor Maurizio is rendered speechless, jaw slacked slightly.

“H-How...”

“My friends at school told me about it.” Alessandra says in a proud voice. “It’s called sex.”

“Alessandra!”

You’re pretty sure that Maurizio will be permanently traumatized after this. He stutters, trying to get something out, but he can’t seem to formulate a sentence. He can’t even formulate a word.

“And how do you know that’s what we were doing, Ali?” You ask, eyebrows raised.

She pauses, not knowing how to respond. You smile to yourself, excited by this small victory over your daughter in this moment. “Mmhmm. Your dad and I were hugging and kissing, and that’s the last I want to hear of this. Yes?”

Both girls nod bashfully and you offer them a small smile, snuggling into Maurizio’s side.

“Good. Now, why don’t you two head downstairs and take a look at your presents while Dad and I get ourselves together? No opening anything until we come down.”

They quickly scurry out of the bedroom and down the stairs, leaving you and Maurizio alone once again. He lets out a long, shaky breath, cheeks heavily flushed with embarrassment.

“Dio...” He breathes, shaking his head. “That is not a conversation I thought we would have with our ten-year-old daughter this Christmas morning.”

“That Benadryl worked really well, hm?” You laugh, patting his back gently. “Don’t you just love having daughters?”

“Oh yes, it is so wonderful. A true blessing.” Maurizio laughs, kissing your cheek.

“We should probably get down there before they start opening presents.”

He nods in agreement, pulling you in for one final kiss on the lips. “I love you, tesoro. And I promise, we will continue this once the girl’s go to sleep again tonight.”

Your lips pull up into a small smirk.

“Mm, Merry Christmas to me.”

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Pay Attention {mob boss!Maurizio Gucci x Reader}

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Hello hello! I’m the anon who requested the last Maurizio x Creole fic and I’m back because I saw this prompt and it was so perfect! Spending the New Year's Eve on a boat and watching the fireworks go off on the shore is a once in a lifetime experience. (May you have an amazing new year!)

hi there, nonny, it’s nice to have you in my inbox again! I’m sending you all my love, and I wish you a (slightly belated) happy & healthy new year <3 we’re starting out 2022 off right with some mob boss!Maurizio ;) (I hope you don’t mind that I wrote this with him instead of canon Mau!)

thanks, as always, to my lovely friend and beta reader @icarusinthesea​ for reading through this for me!!

warnings. SMUT, (mob boss-style) FLUFF, reader & Mau are married, yacht sex, eating out, fingering, P in V, unprotected sex, creampie. **no actual use of ‘Y/N’ in this fic.

(possible) tw’s. outdoor nudity, outdoor sex, cigarette smoking.

word count: 1.28k

Italian. donna malvagia = evil woman tesoro = treasure (an affectionate nickname) per favore = please capo = boss porca puttana = holy shit buon anno = happy new year

information to know! The Creole is the sailing yacht that Maurizio owned. The bow of a ship is the front portion.

story prompt used. “Spending New Year's Eve on a boat and watching the fireworks go off on the shore is a once in a lifetime experience.”

You’re lounging on the bow of the Creole as it cuts through the peaceful Mediterranean waters, letting the gentle late evening winds flutter your hair. You’ve taken your evening dress off, leaving you in only a thin, silky slip. 

The garment is the trio of things that your husband loves the most: low cut, form-fitting, and leaves very little to the imagination.

Maurizio hums as he turns the wheel of the historic yacht, his eyes unashamedly roaming your moonlit body. Your nipples are pebbled from the cool night’s air and you’re chewing your painted lip in a way that has him half-hard in his suit pants.

“Am I truly expected to focus on steering when you’re laid out so beautifully for me?” He asks, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Well, you better be paying attention. I will not spend even a second of the evening attempting to get the boat unstuck from a sandbar because my husband couldn’t keep his eyes off me.”

Maurizio laughs heartily, shaking his head. “Alright, alright. I will only pay some attention to you while I am steering. But once we are anchored, all bets are off.”

You smirk, laying back on top of the large wooden box, purposely arching your back and opening your legs a teasing amount. The bright, twinkling stars are visible amongst the inky black sky and you find yourself temporarily entranced by their beauty. 

“Donna malvagia.” He mutters, looking down at you while he pulls the ship up along the island’s coast, making sure to pay full attention to the task at hand. He doesn’t really want to end up stuck on a sandbar, either.

The sails are drawn by the sailing staff on-board and the anchor is lowered before they excuse themselves into the lower quarters, already knowing the routine of what happens next. Once the door is shut, Maurizio slowly descends the small set of steps and down onto the main deck.

His lighter flicking on slices through the serene ocean soundscape and you smirk, sitting up a bit to finally look at him properly. He hums, cigarette between his teeth as he suddenly grabs your ankle and brings one of your feet up to rest on his shoulder.

Your nightgown naturally slips down a bit, exposing more of your bare thighs and he can see hints of the white lace panties laid over your center. He chuckles softly, fingers toying with the diamond anklet he’d gotten you for your birthday last year.

“What are you laughing at, hm?” You playfully tap the side of his head with your foot.

“I just find it humorous that you still wear panties when you know I’ll be ripping them off you, tesoro.”

Your eyebrows raise slightly as you laugh quietly. “Mmm. You know I always enjoy giving you a bit of a chase, a bit of challenge. And, as I’ve noticed, you seem to like ripping my panties off.”

Maurizio is quick to pull you up to the edge of the box and takes hold of either side of your panties, tearing the crotch clean open with surprisingly little effort. You gasp softly at his quick movement. 

He huffs softly as he wrestles with his belt and pants, freeing his hardening cock from its confines. His cigarette is swiftly crushed out on the bottom of his shoe and then, he’s on you, hand pumping his shaft while he kisses you deeply.

Soft, barely there grunts and sighs pour into your mouth as his length hardens under his own touch. His lips trail down down down until they reach the waistband of your lacy intimates, crooked teeth nipping playfully at the fabric. 

You let out a shaky sigh when his hot breath wafts across your slick folds, and your back arches slightly when he presses a single, fleeting feather-light kiss to your clit.

“My love...” His hands push your thighs further apart gently, thumbs spreading your lips at the same time. He licks a stripe up your cunt and you whine, squirming around on the wooden surface. “I must have you tonight.”

“Per favore, capo...I need you.”

He smirks, then suddenly pushes two of his thick digits into your wet heat, making you gasp. Your eyelids flutter as your eyes roll back into your skull.

“Mmm,” Maurizio hums as he presses his lips to your clit, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth.  “Such a sweet pussy, and all for me.”

You already feel your climax approaching quickly, the irresistible ministrations of his tongue and lips rendering you a mess above him. His hand holds firm on the dip of your slip, fisting the smooth silk as he eats you out with passion.

“Oh Mau...” It slips through your lips as a breathy gasp.

Your cunt is already squelching from your wetness and when his fingers curl up inside you, rubbing against your most sensitive spot. You’re brought right up to the edge within moments, teetering right on the verge of climax.

He can tell that you’re close, with the way your insides clamp down on his fingers like a vice, and he’s licking, sucking, and rubbing as quickly as he can.

“C-Capo--god, ffuck...” You moan softly, hips jerking as your high washes over you. “Porca puttana!”

His fingers and tongue take you through your high, drawing it out until you cross the line into oversensitivity. Then, he pulls away and sucks his slick-coated fingers into his mouth while beginning to unbuckle his belt.

You’re still trembling from your orgasm as he spreads your legs and leans down to connect his lips with yours. His breath is smoky, but you can still taste remnants of your sweetness on his tongue, a taste that makes you moan.

Once he gets his dress pants undone enough, Maurizio suddenly flips you over and lines himself up with your soaked entrance, With a single, swift thrust, he’s sheathed fully inside you and you moan at the feeling.

Your front is dragged back and forth on the smooth wooden surface with the harsh motions of his hips. He lifts one of your legs up onto the box after a few minutes, allowing him to reach deeper inside you.

“Mauri, you f-feel so good!”

He grunts, picking up the pace in response. “Love this tight little cunt. Best fuckin’ pussy...”

When his hand comes down on your bare ass, a choked cry echoes across the gentle waters. He smacks your flesh once, twice, three times before he’s got you screaming out beneath him.

“Scream my name!” Maurizio growls, fucking you harder. “Tell the fucking world who owns this sloppy cunt, who fucks you so well.”

His hand pins your wrists behind your back and you moan loudly, eyebrows knitted at the center of your forehead. He delivers another smack to the globe of your ass and suddenly, you’re reaching your climax, screams of his name pouring from between your lips as you do so.

“Maurizio! M-Maurizio! Maaaauuuu!”

Just as your clenching walls bring him to orgasm and his warm, creamy release paints your insides, the first firework goes off overhead. You startle slightly and whimper to yourself when Maurizio pulls out, leaving his cum to leak freely from your used entrance.

You stand up straight and once he’s tucked back into his dress pants, he wraps his arms around your middle, chin resting on your shoulder. You lean back against him and he smiles, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“I love you, very much.” He says after a moment or two. “Buon anno, my love. May this year be even better than last.”

A smile tugs at the corners of your lips and you sigh softly, looking over at your husband with adoring eyes.

“Happy New Year, capo.”

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Beneath The Stars {mob boss!Maurizio Gucci x Reader}

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There's no way I'm gonna let you wear that in public. - Why not? - Cause it would be a shame to rip off such nice material in front of so many people Wider baby. I said wider.

Both for Mob Boss!Maurizio if you can please

ugh, I’m looooving the thought of mob boss!Maurizio 😩 I told my Mauri that y’all wanted to see me write the mob boss version of him and his response was “I will never understand the interweb”...god bless him lol.

prompts used (I modified the first part of the first prompt just a bit to fit my purposes): “There’s no way I’m gonna let you wear that tonight.” - “Why not?” - “(be)Cause it would be a shame to rip off such nice material in front of so many people.” & “Wider baby. I said wider.”

warnings: smut. cigarette smoking. some dirty talk. clothed sex. quickie. spread eagle. there’s one gentle cheek slap. unprotected sex/creampie.

(possible) tw’s: mentioned/implied mafia involvement. outdoor sex.

word count: 1k

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capo means ‘boss’ in Italian.

Rome’s dark night sky is speckled with stars tonight, a pleasant breeze drifting across Italy’s most powerful mafia boss. He tries to identify some of the constellations he remembers from school as he leans over the balcony, flicking the ashes off the tip of his cigarette and watching them blow away.

You smile at the sight as you stand in the doorway, leaning against the frame. “You’re making it too easy for the enemy assassins, capo.”

“Well, I am nothing if not a generous man.” He turns around and chuckles at your words, eyes roaming your figure as he brings the cigarette between his dusty rose lips. His eyebrows raise when he truly drinks in the sight of you, specifically your dress.

“Everyone will be here soon for the party.” You say, beginning to saunter up to him.

Maurizio nods as he watches your approach with an attentive gaze, still admiring your figure. He stubs the spent cigarette out in the high-end crystal ashtray sitting on the outdoor table before tracing his hands down the curves of your sides, soon settling on your hips.

“When did you get this, tesoro?”

Your hands run over his abdomen and smooth across his broad, suit-clad chest as you look up at him. “I purchased it when we visited Paris last month, but I haven’t made an excuse to wear it yet. Figured I’d pull it out for tonight, allow it a debut.”

“Mmm.” He hums, nodding. “There’s no way I’m gonna let you wear that tonight.”

You chuckle. “Oh yeah? Why not?”

His hands slide down further to grab your ass, fingers teasing the hem of the garment as he leans down to whisper in your ear.

“Because it would be a shame to rip off such nice material in front of so many people.”

“Then why don’t you rip it off right here before everyone comes?” Your push your hips forward flush against his, a small smirk on your expression. You pull at his tie, grinding yourself against him.

Maurizio didn’t need any more invitation, quickly attaching his lips to your neck while gently pushing you back until you fall down onto the lounger. You bite your lip, closing your legs to tease him.

He’s quick to yank them apart, a groan pushing through his nose when he sees that you’re completely bare between your thighs. He tugs at his belt somewhat frantically, eager to free his rapidly growing erection.

“Were you planning on going the entire night without panties, or were you just banking on this to happen before the party?”

You giggle. “Mm, a little bit of both.”

He chuckles, then exhales shakily when he finally tugs his pants down enough to free his shaft. It bobs freely in the cool night, the wrapping of excess skin over his head already shining from the precum leaking out of the slit. Your mouth waters at the sight, which makes him smirk.

The buckle jingles with his motions as he climbs on top of you, crashing his lips against yours sloppily. He growls against your lips when his tip lines up with your entrance, pleased to discover that you’re positively soaked.

He thrusts forward, then, pushing past your initial bodily resistance and up into your hot, slick canal. His head tips back for a moment as a low groan rumbles through his chest.

“Fuck.”

Your back comes up off the cushion when you’re filled and stretched out, a lengthy breath slipping past your lips. 

“O-Oh Mauri.”

Maurizio doesn’t waste a single moment, immediately beginning to fuck you with vigor while his hand snakes up and wraps around your jaw. He squeezes, snarling down at you as his hips create a rhythmic schuckschuckschuck sound to occupy the balcony space around you.

“Look at you. My pretty girl, my good little whore.” He growls, smacking your cheek gently. “Wearing a slutty little dress just to get herself fucked before the party. Mmm, poor girl can’t go more than a few hours without having her cunt stuffed with cock.”

You whine, biting and chewing on your bottom lip. “Fuck, capo...please!”

His jaw clenches. “Spread your legs, tesoro, hold them apart.”

Nodding, you pull your legs apart and hold them, but it apparently isn’t far enough for Maurizio. He quickly puts his hands on top of yours and shoves your legs further apart.

“Wider, baby. I said wider.” Maurizio growls, leaning down closer to your face. “That’s it, that’s my girl. Now rub your clit, beautiful, let me feel you cum on my cock. Give me that creamy pussy.”

Your eyes slowly roll into the back of your head, hips jutting up as your fingers begin to rub tight little circles around the engorged bud. It only takes another minute or two before you’re falling over the edge, eyebrows knitting as you moan loudly with climax.

“Maurizio! Ohhh, baby--fffuck!”

He’s not far behind, groaning long and low while he buries his release deep inside you. 

“Mmmm, tesoro!”

His forehead falls onto yours and he lazily kisses at your lips as both of you attempt catch your breath. You smile against his lips, tangling your fingers in his slightly sweaty chestnut locks.

“You’re incredible.”

Maurizio smiles before kissing the tip of your nose, then your lips, then nuzzles his face against your neck, kissing there too. 

“You are the incredible one, tesoro. Thank you.” He whispers against your skin.

Just as you open your mouth to reply, the doorbell chimes through the house, startling both of you slightly. You laugh and Maurizio chuckles.

“I guess we will have to continue this later, then, tesoro.”

You laugh, kissing him one more time. “I look forward to it, capo.”

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fic teaser: “Lady in Red”

I finally finished a big ass Mauri oneshot and I decided that I’d put out a little teaser before releasing it!

written based off this quote ~

“Maurizio had found the evening rather boring until Patrizia came into the room wearing a bright red dress that showed off her curves. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.”

To most young businessmen, events like these would be the most exciting part of the job. For Maurizio, however, they tended to be the most mediocre. Even though they tend to have most of the things he enjoys, like plenty of beautiful women and several open bars, he often grows terribly bored and finds himself leaving early.

Tonight is no different, not that he expected it would be. He closed the deal nearly two hours ago, he could easily leave, for he has no more reason to stick around besides the cocktails.

But there’s just...there’s something in the air tonight that he simply can’t ignore. A certain air that tells him his fortunes are destined to change tonight, and even if they don’t, it’s not like he’s got anywhere else to be. Plus, it’s nice to spend some time with the family outside business hours.

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keep an eye out for it to be posted later this evening :)

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Maurizio Gucci x Reader

Lesson Learned [blurb] (smut & a bit of fluff)

A Starlit Night in Firenze [REPOST] (smut & fluff)

Full Service (smut)

Wedding Bells [REPOST] (smut & fluff)

Gucci’s Girl [REPOST] (smut & fluff)

(r) HC’s: Maurizio Gucci Being Jealous of His Girl’s New Dog (fluff)

(r) THOT: Late Night Beach Walking w/Maurizio Gucci (fluff)

Charlie Barber x Reader

You Have to Crawl Before You Can(not) Walk (smut)

When the Cat’s Away... (smut & some fluff)

(r) Lunch Line (professor barber au) [blurb] (fluff)

A Different Kind of Urgent (smut & some fluff)

(r) THOT: “Street Market” + “Late Morning” + “Sundress”

Clyde Logan x Reader

{Clyde & Pumpkin AU}

-> what is the “Clyde & Pumpkin” AU?

Clyde’s Pinup Girl, Part One (smut & fluff)

Clyde’s Pinup Girl, Part Two (smut & fluff)

Spread ‘Em Wide (smut & fluff)

{Regular Clyde Logan x Reader}

(r) When The Nightmares Come [blurb] (angst & some fluff)

{werewolf!Clyde Logan}

THOT: werewolf!Clyde in Rut (and Jimmy being forced to supervise) (fluff & light smut) (r) HC’s: werewolf!Clyde & Reader with werewolf kids (fluff)

Kylo Ren x Reader

How To Please (smut)

Subliminal Pleasures [anesthesiologist!kylo darkfic] (smut) For Your Pleasure [part 2 of “Subliminal Pleasures”] (smut)

(r) A Good Reason [vigilante serial killer!kylo darkfic] (smut & some angst)

Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Fuckin’ (A) Fed (smut & some fluff)

The Angel {Flip x biker!Reader multi-chap} Intel (smut & some fluff) TWO THREE FOUR EPILOGUE

(r) Disco Friday (fluff)

Officer Ronnie Peterson x Reader

Missing You (smut & fluff)

Henry McHenry x Reader

Vending Machine Kinda Lovin’ (smut & fluff)

(r) THOT: State Fair w/Henry McHenry (fluff)

[glassbxttless]

Ok, so I googled pics of the type of dog Maurizio bought for Bruno and this was my reaction 😳 I didn’t know that kind of breed existed. Can you write HCs of Bruno bonding with the puppy? Like maybe the dog isn’t allowed to sleep with him but he lets him anyway.

Bruno and Dante are as thick as thieves, even if Maurizio wishes they weren’t.

As Bruno gets older, he’s the one playing outside with Dante, feeding him, watching tv with him, and everything in between.

Maurizio draws the line at having this big ass dog in his sons bed at night.

You just smile and tell him to relax, that Dante is probably the best dog you two could’ve gotten for the family. And he does agree, but still doesn’t change his mind.

And when you both are tucking a three year old Bruno in for the night, you leave the door cracked so he can come get you if he needs to.

And Maurizio sees Dante at the foot of Bruno’s bed every morning, Bruno tucked against his side.

And he just stops fighting it.

He puts both boys to bed in the room, but makes sure Dante’s laying on the rug beside Bruno’s bed instead of in it.

And guess where Dante ends up?

[rynwritesstuff]

Welcome to the dumpster fire! I was wondering which characters you write? Please tag me in everything! I especially love Jacques, Flip, Clyde, and Kylo!

Hi, Shannon!! Thank you for the welcome! I am planning on mostly writing for: Kylo Ren, Clyde Logan, Charlie Barber, Paterson, and Flip Zimmerman.

I will also, occasionally, write for: Jacques Le Gris, Adam Sackler, Maurizio Gucci, Jamie Massey, Phillip Altman, Toby Grummett, Ronnie Peterson, and possibly Henry McHenry once I see “Annette”!

I will also write some female characters x reader (such as Rey or Princess Leia!)

Thank you so much for stopping by, I will absolutely tag you in everything :) If you ever have any requests, please feel free to send them my way!