#risottoxreader

[nobuchboskyw]

Could you please do some yandere Enrico Pucci? (Or if you havent't read part 6, yan!Risotto?)

Have a nice day/night!

I'm a jjba anime only so I'll be doing a Risotto one. I hope you enjoy this!! Sorry it took a while to reply, had some stuff going on lol

Yandere! Risotto Nero x Gender Neutral Reader

TWS: gore, murder, stalking

Risotto had always known he was less of a saying, more of a doing person. Actions meant more than words to him, and he knew well that often he never had to say anything to get his point across. His height, menacing appearance and obvious power spoke for him. 

What he wanted, he took, you included. He decided the best approach was to show you just how much he loved you. He followed you around, made note of catcallers or people who harassed you on the street, and left their razor-shredded bloody remains in a bag on your doorstep, all for you. He knew you would like to walk home safely.

Just to make absolutely sure there were no threats to you, Risotto begun following you around. This man knows no boundaries when it comes to you, and in his eyes, he’s just looking after what’s his. 

His absolute favourite thing was watching you go about your daily life. Watching you wake up, get food, tolerate the crowded commute from your work/school all while keeping his distance or ordering the rest of La Squadra to tail you was his absolute favourite. Absorbing every little last detail of you with nothing to spare, having your beautiful form under the careful watch of his red and black eyes 24/7 is his idea of paradise.

Once he was tailing you in a crowd, and he watched as a shiver ran down your back and you turned to face him in absolute terror. A rush of absolute hunger and love racked his body as he fought the urge not to annihilate the entire crowd to have you all to himself. 

The rest of his week was spent replaying the few delicious seconds he had of your deer-in-headlights expression.

He was upset when one day Melone ceased his rapid-fire typing on his laptop to address him. 

“Risotto, there was a wanted order issued at the local police station a few hours ago.”

How this could possibly involve him Risotto didn’t know, but he answered Melone anyways. “Yes?”

Fighting back a giggle, Melone answered him. “It’s for stalking a civilian, and it’s your exact description. Over 6 foot, male and with red irises?” Risotto felt a murderous rage surge through his body. He’d done all this for you, protected and showered you in love and this was how you repaid him. As he allowed his emotions to wash over him, he debated over what to do. It wasn’t like the police could do anything anyways, Passione had them dangling on puppet strings.

                        _______________________________________________________

It was late at night, and you were hiding under the shelter of a shop veranda as you waited for it to stop pouring. 

“Excuse me.”

 You heard a deep, course voice behind you. The hairs on your neck stood up and you felt a shiver run down your spine. It suddenly struck you just how close the voice was to you.

How did they get so close? Did I not notice them coming?

You shook your fear away as you forced yourself to face the stranger, and immediately wished you didn’t. It was the exact man you’d rushed to the police station to report, after weeks of him following you. Ever since the stalking had started you hadn’t been able to sleep properly, always petrified with the fear that somewhere he was watching.

Y/n’s instincts were spot on. Risotto had been watching you sleep for the past month.

Craning your neck to look him the eyes, you said, “Yes? Did you need help with anything?” He simply shakes his head.

“What are you doing out here so late?” He asks quietly with a rough, smouldering voice.

“I was just coming home from work/school.” You answer meekly, shocked at how quiet and submissive your voice had become.

“I see. Where are you going?” “I’m sorry? U-uh, just -” “You should be heading home. I’ll walk with you.” Before giving you time to answer, one of his strong muscular arms wrapped around your waist and wheeled you around, walking you in the exact direction of your own home. He smelt metallic and like smoke, the grip of his rough hand on your waist drawing you closer to his side with every step.

“It’s okay, I can walk home by myself.” In a pleading tone you attempt to escape his iron cast grip with no success. 

As if in answer, he slides one hand down your thighs to scoop you up into his arms, your face pressed against his warm muscular chest. In some type of intrigued terror, you realise it’s pointless to struggle against him.

Risotto quietly walks through the rain, saying little, enjoying the feeling of your soft cheek slicked with tears pressed against his chest.

You must’ve fallen asleep, because when you wake, you’re seated at your dinner table and Risotto is dutifully watching a pot simmer on the stove. The beautiful smell reminds you of how hungry you are. 

How did he even let himself in??

Ladling the contents into a bowl, he picks up a spoon and proceeds to spoon feed you your dinner. Humiliated and half asleep, you try to push him away to no avail. 

“Shh,” he says, putting a finger on your lips to silence your protest before lovingly feeding you like you’re a sick child.

By the end of it you’re so scared and confused thin tears are running down your cheeks, and Risotto frowns at the sight of it. 

“You’re probably tired.” he says decidedly. Pressing you against him once again and carrying you to your bedroom, (how come he knows your house so well? Nothing could surprise you at this point.) he undresses you and lays you on the bed, showing obvious signs of restraint, a hot flush rising on his cheeks as he slides you out of your clothes and into your pyjamas.

Before crushing your exhausted body in the iron-cast grip of his arms, he nibbles at your neck whispering sweet nothings.

“Leave this place. Come stay with me. Forever.” he breathes.

What?

It’s too late to argue. He slides a hand across your stomach and brings your form closer into him, making you the little spoon. Sleepily you drink in his body heat, thinking idly that if it could be like this forever, maybe you wouldn’t mind staying with this horrifying man.

Risotto will most certainly never let you go. He’s sure of that.

[apricot-bellini]

[lunarychaos]

may i get a matchup for p4&p5? i’m a 5’0 heterosexual girl. i wear those round-kinda glasses, but not like harry potter’s. anyways- i’m blunt, stoic and looks dead inside but is actually somewhat nice. i love horror movies and scaring my parents with random noises that i make while watching. i’m also into spicy food, my favourite snack - hot cheetos. those are big yes. thank you!!

i’m so sorry this took so long, i’ve been hella busy with online school 🥺

I match you with...

Jotaro Kujo!

ah, he’s pretty blunt and stoic himself, so he’d appreciate how you’re pretty similar to him.

just like you, he loves spicy food and will always end up throwing hot cheetos at you but will act nothing ever happened.

he thinks it’s cute that you’re so much more shorter than him. i mean, he’s like 6 ft tall.

horror movies. he’d watch those shit with you and won’t even get scared if you attempt to even scare him.

Risotto Nero

risotto is a pretty scary guy himself.

he probably wouldn’t even care if you try scaring him while watching horror movies.

spicy food? big yes for him, he’ll constantly bring you a shit ton bags of hot cheetos just because he loves you a lot.

despite being scary as fuck, he has a soft spot for you, he’ll feel the need to protect you no matter how strong you are.

[kindajared]

Stop Being Nice || RisottoxReader (Smut)

(Henlo @the-starry-eyed-princess It’s done!!! <3 Congrats again! UWU!) (Breeding Kink)

You knew the way he was feeling just by the way he held himself as he walked, and his lack of much expression at all towards you. Poor thing was stressed and done. He had to deal with various bullshit every day and he’d gotten so used to it that it hadn’t phased him, but today it did. Just watching him watch the squad bicker was a little painful. Trying to get them to shut their goddamn mouths didn’t always work. Risotto was practically a babysitter that happened to be a part of the mafia.

Along with that, he has all kinds of paperwork to fill out daily. Organizing sums of money and reading up on hit profiles. It seemed incredibly unfair. He deserved a break. You wanted to take care of him.

“Hey, Risotto?”

The door to his office was cracked, so you pushed it open gently and walked in. He was leaning to the side, holding his head up with his arm. It almost looked as if he were asleep. He just grunted in reply, mind busy.

“I thought you said you’d be done by now?”

You closed in on his desk, standing still in front of it, arms folded around your waist. He sighed.

“I am…”

He dropped the pen he was gripping and shifted so that he was sitting up properly. The pen rolled across the splayed-out papers. You reached for one of his hands and took ahold of it gently.

“Come out then. Sit with me on the couch? It’s stuffy in here.”

His office was either freezing or hotter than hell, and it was hotter than hell that day. Risotto spread his fingers so that he could hold your hand, engulfing yours in his own.

“I won’t say no to that.”

He got up, coming out from behind his desk, your hand still in his. He raised his arm and spun your slowly, pulling you into a snug embrace. He was hot to the touch. He always was when he was stressed or upset. You pressed soft kisses to his chest before you looked up at him.

“Come on.”

You pulled away from him, pulling him by his wrists out of his office. He walked sluggishly. You approached the main room’s cluster of sofas. You sat your boyfriend down before you walked around the couch, standing behind it. You placed your hands on his shoulders and squeezed, making him groan. You weren’t sure if it was pain or pleasure.

“Does that hurt?”

He shook his head lazily, reaching a hand up and placing it on one of yours.

“I could use a massage. Go ahead and work your magic.”

You smiled at his words. Once he removed his hand you began to press your fingers and knuckles into his tense muscles. He was littered with knots. He let out groan after groan, clear that these ones were of pleasure.

You moved to his upper back and he laid his head back, looking up at you. His gaze always made your face heat up and flush. His red and back eyes adorned with his pretty eyelashes were a sight to behold.

You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his lips, hands still kneading at his back. He hummed deeply into your lips, reaching up for you face. When you puled away, He brushed his fingers through your hair.

“Sit with me, cara.”

He told you, smile finally on his face. You rounded the couch to sit next to him. He wrapped an arm around you, and you began to rub his chest.

“You had another bad day, didn’t you?”

You rested your head on his shoulder after speaking. You then felt fingers under your chin, they tilted your head up.

“Stop being so nice.”

He trailed his fingers slowly down to your neck, he wrapped them around your throat gently. He was being gentle. You let out a soft and happy sigh.

“You may be a brute, but I love you enough to want to treat you well, bello.”

You moved your own hand to his neck, pressing your thumb against his throat. His smile only grew as he leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours.

“What did you call me?”

He tightened his grip around your neck, pulling you closer. Your own smile turned into a shy smirk.

“A brute. That’s what you are, isn’t it?”

You teased. He gave you a threatening look, squinting his eyes as he stared directly into yours. You couldn’t help but cower a bit, it was intimidating. He pressed his lips ever so gently against your before speaking.

“So much for being nice, huh?”

He pushed you down slowly onto the sofa with his free hand, other still on your neck. Your whole-body fit on it perfectly, but his didn’t. You giggled when he tried to manage.

“Ris, let’s go to your room. This won’t work.”

You told him. He groaned and slid his arms underneath you with a quick motion, picking you up. You let out a gasp and clung to his coat as he began to carry you to his room. You couldn’t help but nuzzle your face into his neck, pressing a kiss to his adam’s apple.

Soon enough you came upon his room, he kicked the door closed after walking in before dropping you onto the bed with a bounce. You looked up at him a shy smile as he towered over you.

“Don’t just stand the-.”

He practically tackled you, though it was as gentle as he could make it. You grunted in surprise when his lips smashed into yours. He pressed you into the bed, holding you down by your biceps. You moaned softly against his mouth, trying to reach your hands up to touch him, but you couldn’t.

You spread your legs, arching your body upwards, pressing it against him. Whenever he treated you like this, you were immediately needy. Sex with Risotto was as close to heaven as anything.

He hummed deeply against your lips, pushing your body back down with his own. He moved his lips to your throat, practically feasting on it with his wet kisses. You were smiling, thoroughly enjoying yourself.

You felt his hard cock against you then and your chest tightened.

“Mmm, exited already, Ris?”

You rubbed yourself up against his cock. He moaned hotly into your ear before speaking.

“Can’t help myself, (Y/N).”

He ground down against you, cock rubbing your clothed pussy. You whined softly.

“No teasing Ris, please.”

You could already feel how wet you were. Risotto let go of your biceps and you immediately took ahold of his face, kissing him. You slid your hand under his hood and slid it off of his head, pushing it off of the bed.

“If you’re good for me, I won’t.”

He spoke against your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, nipping at his lip.

“I’ll be good, Amore, I promise.”

You told him. He let out a short chuckled before he shoved his hands under your shirt, pushing harshly up on your breasts, causing you to whimper. He then pulled your shirt off, removing each article of your clothing until you were in just your panties. He slid his hand over your sensitive pussy.

“These are my favorite. Feels like you ruined them. Good girls don’t ruin their panties.”

You couldn’t help but blush and hide the lower half of your face with your hands. He soon removed them, grabbing your wrists. You swallowed.

“It’s your fault. Don’t blame me.”

You teased him. He licked his lips and let go of your wrists so that he could remove his coat. You reached up and smoothed your hands over his muscular abdomen, biting your lip.

Risotto hummed at your touch, leaning back down to kiss you fully, running his long fingers through your hair. You felt his cold belt buckle against your thigh and hissed, pushing against his chest.

“Ris, take your belt off, it’s in the way.”

You told him. He nodded and pressed a kiss to your cheek, reaching down to unbuckle his belt, removing it. His attention was soon back to your lips, hands groping roughly at your breasts. You squirmed, flexing your thighs and pressing them together, putting pressure against your arousal. Risotto noticed and pulled away.

“Be patient.”

He told you, snaking his hand from your chest down to your navel, tracing his finger across your waist. You huffed.

“Please. I told you I would be good.”

There was clear desperation in your voice. Risotto loved teasing you more than anything. He loved to see you writhe beneath him. He could do whatever he wanted, and you wouldn’t do a single thing. You obeyed…but today you deserved kindness.

He didn’t say a word as he began to press kisses to your sternum, sliding a long finger against your covered cunt and rubbing. You placed your hands on the back of his head.

“Please, please.”

You lifted your legs as you pleaded. Risotto chuckled darkly before sliding his fingers into your panties, the tip of his middle one rubbing your clit nice and slow. You sucked in a breath and whined.

“You’re being good. You know what I have to do.”

He spoke against your skin before he began to suck and bite a bruise under your right breast. You turned your head to the side and tangled your fingers in his hair. He eventually let that finger slide into you. It plunged in so easily. Your eyes widened and you closed your legs around his forearm.

“More. I wan’t them all.”

You couldn’t be patient. He had you way to excited, as he usually did. He listened to your plead and slid in another, being sure that one was all the way in before his third. You whined loudly. Being stretched like this was so intense. You love it.

“Mmm, yes, caro…”

You breathed out before he began to finger you, juices coating his knuckles.  He moved his head to suck on one of your nipples, taking it into his mouth. You gasped and wrapped your arms around him. Curling in on him.

“One more. I need one more.”

You told him. You wanted him to fuck you already. You needed him inside you.

“Amore, not ye-.”

“Please.”

He was going to deny you, but you used the magic word. He obliged and managed to press the tip of his pinky finger against your entrance. You hissed. This wasn’t very realistic.

“No- no. Never mind.”

You gripped is bicep. He chuckled.

“I told you.”

You scoffed softly. You didn’t like being wrong and you indeed were. He pressed his three fingers in as deep a she could, pushing the tips of them up against your soft and slick walls. You began to tremble and sweat.

“Ris…”

You breathed, barely able to. He removed his fingers without warning. You let out a heavy breath as you were now empty. You took ahold of Risotto’s face and brought it up to your own, wanting to see his extravagant eyes. The both of your pupils were dilated and you kissed.

Risotto pulled your panties away, up and over your knees, having you kick them off. When you broke the kiss, you spoke.

“Let me suck your cock.”

You looked into his eyes and he brought his hand to your neck, taking ahold of it.

“How sweet.”

He gave you a peck on the side of your mouth before he grabbed you by your hips and flipped you over, pressing you down into the mattress. You whimpered and he leaned down to breath in your ear.

“Shhh, good girl. I’m gonna make you mine.”

Your nervous expression turned into one of excitement, though the other couldn’t see. You nodded your head, relaxing yourself. Risotto lifted your hips, propping your ass up. It made you gasp. You loved when he fucked you like this. He leaned upwards, removing his cock from his pants. He pressed it against your ass, rubbing it up against your crack, groaning softly. You hummed.

“Stop it, caro. Be nice.”

You gripped the sheets, bunching the fabric up in your fists. Risotto pressed down on your back as he leaned forwards, pressing the head of his cock against your entrance guiding it in. You hissed, groping at the mattress.

“Mmm! Riso-Risotto-.”

You whined, curling your toes. He began to maneuver a little easier into you until he got as much of him into you as he could. He groaned as he sank into you, squeezing your ass with a hand.

“Fuck, cara, you’re so tight…”

He breathed heavily, leaning over you. He thrust into you, wrapping his arms underneath you to keep himself inside. You cried out, pressing your face into the pillow.

“You want me to fill you? Do you want me to?”

He grunted into you ear.

“Mhm!”

You cried into the pillow. The other began to pull out, just to slide back in, causing you to fidget your shoulders. It was unbearable. He was so deep. He always went so deep.

“I’m gonna tell out kids how good you were tonight.”

He growled. You began to shake, moving your face to the side so you could breathe. You panted.

“And how good you fucked me?”

You asked him, playing along. He pressed a kiss behind your ear.

“Yes, Amore, yes.”

You raised your ass higher, needing it. He began to slap himself up against you as he began to thrust rythmically. You cried out and he squeezed you tightly, compressing your chest. You let out a pained breath.

“Gonna tell them how good your cunt was.”

He pressed sloppy kisses to your neck as he panted, speaking more.

“And how you moaned for my cock. How much you needed me.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, body on fire. You core was white hot, screaming. You didn’t want to cum yet, but you were already so close.

“R-Ris-I-I-.”

“Shhh-not yet, bambina, not yet.”

He loosened his hold on your chest, aware that you were having a hard time breathing. He quickened his pace, pressing his cock into your cervix. You moaned, reaching under yourself so you could grasp his forearms.

“Is mommy a slut?”

You panted, licking your lips. Risotto replied.

“Yes, she is-she’s a good slut for daddy.”

He nipped at your ear, moving one of his arms so that he could move his hand down to play with your clit. You gasped.

“Ris! I’ll cum!”

Risotto nuzzled the side of his face into your hair, grunting as he began to slam into you. You felt like you could break.

“I’m close-I’m close.”

He panted. You knew what to do to get him there.

“You’re fucking me so good, Ris. You’re fucking your good girl so well.”

Your breath was shallow, and your words were high pitched.

“I want your cum, give it to me, caro.”

He moaned and groaned as you spoke, gripping your hips tightly, He leaned upwards and gripped your biceps, pulling you up against him.

“So good for me cara, gonna get you pregnant.”

He had a sweaty hand around your throat.  His breath began to hitch, and his thrusts became inconsistent. You could let yourself go then-and so you did.

“Risotto!”

You cried out his name, making him cum just as you did. You felt the warmth build up inside you as Risotto filled you. You couldn’t hold yourself up anymore, so you went limp, but the other had a tight hold on you.

“Amore...”

He panted, pressing a long kiss to the back of your head before he let your down slowly, slipping out of you. You felt like a rag doll. Risotto laid next to you, pulling you up against him. You reached your arm across him, holding him weakly.”

“Ris…”

You sighed; your eyes closed.

“What?”

He looked to you lazily. You let out a long breath.

“That was…really nice…”

You rubbed his chest, patting it. The other chuckled.

“I agree.”

He kissed the top of your head and you smiled, speaking again.

“Are you feeling better?”

You lifted your head to look at him, though it wasn’t easy. You were met with dark eyes.

“Yes, (Y/N), much better.”

[kindajared]

Multi-Tasking || RisottoXReader (Smut)

( This is for @zip-shizz who wonn the 400 follower Raffle! Enjoy!)

Risotto had been out of it for the entire day, incredibly irritable and grumpy. No one present in the base wanted to talk to him when he was in this mood, which wasn’t very often. The hit mission he had returned from was a ridiculous distance away and he had to return in the same day. He was not told that the three men he had to take out were stand users, so he didn’t exactly have time to come up with a plan nor prepare. Though he never needed to try hard to get to a point where he could get things over with quickly. He had a nearly invincible stand, so the fact that he ever had any trouble was a wonder.

When he had returned late last night he looked like a mess. Hunched over and mopey. You gave him a warm welcome as you usually did, but he returned it half-heartedly. It was upsetting to see him in such a state. The lack of affection returned was discouraging, though you did manage to make him feel better once he was finally able to lay in bed and sleep. You rubbed his back and peppered all sorts of kisses onto him. You finally received a smile at that point. You could sleep soundly knowing that he would end up being just fine.

Though when he woke up on this day, he wasn’t any better. Still just as irritable. Part of you wanted to spend as much time as you could cheering him up, but that just wasn’t how he worked. Only a select few things could truly lift his spirits. So, you tried to leave him be, that is, until now…

He sat at his desk in his office, looking over various papers and digging into files on the computer that was placed to the side. He was very often alone like this and you wondered how he stayed sane. You had been in the kitchen drinking a glass of water with Melone and Ghiaccio chatting nearby when you finally decided to go check up on your boyfriend.

“I wouldn’t if I were you.”

Melone commented as you turned to walk in the direction of the Capo’s office. You wondered why he would even say that. You and Risotto were extremely close, always there for each other. You supposed Melone may have been worried for you for some strange reason. You rolled your eyes.

“He’s not going to eat me like a Salisbury steak like he might you, pretty boy.”

You replied quite rudely. You and Melone always spoke to each other that way, so it wasn’t too cruel. He crossed his arms and continued his conversation with Ghiaccio then, forgetting about the so called ‘risk’ he thought you were taking. You then proceeded to the office, giving the door a good knock.

“Can I come in? It’s me.”

You called to Risotto. His reply was a grumble, but you were able to hear it. You weren’t sure what he said, but you opened the door anyway.

When you saw him, he had one of his hands on the top of head, using his elbow to hold himself up and off of the table, a pen in the other hand. He didn’t look up from his desk when you walked in. You frowned.

“Hey…”

You spoke softly, approaching him. You circled around his desk slowly and placed your hand on the one that was atop his head.

“Look at me, mio Caro.”

He slowly but surely did as you asked, lifting his head to look up at you. His eyelids were red, and he looked exhausted. You reached down and placed your fingers under his chin.

“Why don’t you take a break, hm?”

You suggested. He more than deserved it, but you had a feeling he would deny you, which he did.

“No. I can’t.”

He replied stiffly, turning his head down to look away from you. You sighed, placing your hand on his back and rubbing it. You. thought to yourself for a moment.

“What can I do to help? I don’t like seeing you like this, Risotto.”

You’d do anything it took. The state he was in truly pained you. He just lazily shook his head.

“Nothing, I’ll be alright.”

His reply frustrated you. Why wouldn’t he just let you help? It’s not like it would be a hard thing to do, whatever it was…speaking of…what would it be? You had to do something. You placed your free hand over your mouth, covering your small smile.

“I have an idea.”

You moved your hand to his shoulder, gripping it gently. He didn’t look up at you, he began to write.

“And what’s that?”

He asked you, trying to multi-task. You wished he would look at you while you were speaking, but his mind was elsewhere. You moved yourself so that you were behind his chair, you gripped the sides of it and began to slide it backwards, pulling it and Risotto away from the desk. Risotto turned his upper body.

“(Y/N), I have to keep working.”

His words were rather weak, energy still low. You leaned down slightly, as his face was already near yours. You placed a kiss to the side of his mouth before speaking softly.

“Oh, you’ll be able to keep working, Bello.”

Your smile turned into a smirk. You walked around the chair to stand in front of him.  You leaned down and took his face in your hands, kissing him gently, your lips softly pressing against his. He slowly reached up to touch your face. It was nice to feel him finally show some real affection.

When you pulled away Risotto’s pained facial expression seemed to have relaxed. You reached down and grabbed the arms of his chair and pulled it back to the table, stepping backwards. You got down on your knees and tucked yourself under the desk, back hidden by the front of it. You stowed yourself away.

“See? You can still work like this.”

You were still able to stick your head out from under the desk, easily seeing his face and the area of the room behind him. You reached for his belt buckle without saying a word, unbuckling it. Risotto stopped you with his hands.

“I don’t thi-.”

“Let me, I miss this.”

You stopped him. The look you gave him was enough to let him know that you really wanted to make him feel better. He sighed and let go of your hands. You immediately proceeded to loosen his belt before you realized he didn’t have a button nor a zipper…something you always forgot. You slipped your fingers down into the hem of his pants and tugged down on them. He lifted himself up so that you could pull them past his ass. You couldn’t help but giggle. Risotto took in a deep breath, a light blush forming on his face as you exposed his black boxer-briefs. You placed your hand over his member and stoked it with your fingers, his breath hitched and he shifted in his seat.

“Hey, I thought you were going to work?”

You looked up at him quizzically. He bit his lip before he leaned forward, face out of sight. He rested his elbows back on the table and picked up his pen, you could hear the scratching of it on the paper above you.

You pulled his underwear down and over his member, revealing it to yourself. You shifted yourself forward, taking ahold of it, wrapping the entirety of your right hand around it. it was always glorious to see and feel. It’s amazing size always had you in awe.

You began to pump him slowly then, hearing him suck in a breath. He stopped writing. You waited after that, wanting him to continue doing his work. He easily got your message and continued, as did you. His smooth cock slid in and out of your perfect grip. He was extremely hard, you managed to help your current grip on it by using your other hand to take care of the side of his cock that was exposed. He let out a groan and dropped his pen. You stopped and poked your head out from under the desk to look at him.

“I thought you had to work? Were you lying to me?”

You asked him, though playfully. He swallowed and shook his head, leaning forward so that you couldn’t see his reddened face. He picked his pen up, trying to focus as hard as he could. It was in fact true; he did have work to do. Organizing money wasn’t easy. Nor was writing letters to other branches of Passione.

But then to the both of yours’ surprise, the door opened suddenly, as wide as it could be to reveal Formaggio and Proscuito. You both froze in place, Risotto’s eyes could have popped out of his head, but he kept his eyes down for the time being.

“Hey boss, when are we getting the new assignments? It’s been days.”

Proscuito spoke and Formaggio quickly followed.

“I need some dirty work, y’knoW?”

Proscuito crossed his arms and Formaggio stood tall, trying to look good for his Capo.

Risotto let out an elongated breath before looking up, heart pounding. He managed to squint his eyes, hoping that would help him looked tired rather than shocked. He tried to speak.

“I’m-.”

He stopped when he felt your hot mouth engulf him. His head fell to the table, he rested it on top of his forearms. The two squad members looked at each other.

“You doin’ okay? I think you need some time off. You should listen to (Y/N). She knows what she’s talkin’ about.

Formaggio seemed to be genuinely concerned for Risotto.

With your boyfriend’s cock in your hand and mouth you began to bob your head back and forth, covering his shaft in saliva, pressing your tongue firmly against him.

He began to let out soft groans. Risotto shot his head up when he heard footsteps approach him.

“No! Stop! Don’t come any closer.”

He scolded them harshly, practically yelling at them You began to swirl your tongue around his head and slide your tongue over it, coating it with pre-cum. He put a hand to his face and held it before he growled.

“I-I’ll let you know t-tomorrow.”

He stuttered out, starting to pant. He was beginning to lose his cool.

“Merda…”

He mumbled.

“Boss? Are you sur-?”

“GET OUT.”

Risotto slammed his fist on the table. He immediately tried to calm himself. His face was beet red and his eyes were glazed over. When he felt his cock hit the back of your throat, he put his fist to his mouth and bit down hard, he just barely hid the delicious moan that you recognized all too well.

The two members stiffened and immediately left, shutting the door behind them. Risotto had scared them shitless…they would most likely leave him alone until he decided that it was okay for them to even exist.

Risotto then reached down and grabbed a chunk of your hair, pulling you off of him. He looked angry.

“Why the hell did you do that? Are you out of your fucking mind?”

He scolded you, but you just smiled, licking the saliva off of your bottom lip.

“Absolutely. Now let me make you cum, Capo.”

Risotto let out an annoyed sigh and let go of your hair, which fell into your face. You pushed it away before returning your mouth to his cock, sliding him in. He leaned back in his chair. There was no way in hell he was going to work in this state. You hummed as you massaged his protruding vein with your tongue, cupping his balls with your palm. That made him groan a little too loud, he took his lower lip into his mouth, biting down on it.

He placed a strong hand on your head and began to control your motions, choosing the pace he wanted you to move at. You began to suckle gently on him, your throat began to contract around his tip, yes it was indeed a wonder how you got all of him into your mouth without gagging, but you’d had practice. God know how many time’s you’d blown him in the he past.

When he began to shift his legs and let out constant groans you knew he was going to cum. You put even more effort into the way your mouth cared for his member, sucking and tilting your head left and right so that you could rub him against your cheek.

“(Y/N) …”

He groaned your name, panting in the process. He usually warned you when he was going to cum, but this time he simply didn’t, he just filled your mouth completely, his thick seed coating every inch of it. You moaned happily as you felt some of it seep out of your mouth. He pulled you off and looked down at you, he watched you swallow and lick your lips clean, cum threatening to drip from your chin. He let out a breathless chuckle and reached down to wipe it off.

He reached down and cupped you face gently, pulling you up so that you could stand in front off him, off of the floor. He placed his hands on your hips and sighed.

“I’ll never forgive you for this.”

He tried to tell you seriously, but there was a hint of a smile on his face. You leaned down to give him a soft peck on the lips.

“Oh yes, Risotto, you will.”

 (Good meal? Good meal <3)

[kindajared]

Dear Diary || RisottoxReader (Smut) Part 1

(This ended up being 6k words so I uh...wanted to split it up into parts... this is what happens when I get thirsty...)

You had kept a diary your entire life. Ever since you were around the age of 10, in fact. Though you were free to confide in many different people around you. Your diary was your most trusted companion. You put absolutely everything in there. You wrote about the good times and the bad. The love and the hate. The trauma.

You were 21 now and by gosh, you weren’t going to stop now. Not even the new hitman team you were apart of would. Adults could write in diaries too. No one could ever tell you otherwise.

You’d been a part of ‘La Squadra’ for what seemed like ages but was only about four months. You weren’t the biggest fan of dirty work, but you liked the money and comradery aspects of it. You liked your team and they liked you. You did in, fact, write about it.

You tried to write an entry every day, having to buy a new book every now and again because you had used up all the pages inside. Missions did of course unfortunately get in the way, but your confidant was always there when you returned to base, hidden under your mattress.

You wrote in detail about how your experiences had been within the squad, how you felt about each member and some…juicier things. You’d never hidden anything from your dear friend. All your dirty little secrets would go right inside.

It was black, faux lather bound. Your pen was a thin, a deep purple. You always chose darker colors. It made you feel better about the whole thing…like it was something important. Not some pink booklet  with childish flower embroidery on it that read ‘Diary’ on the front. That was just a little much.

You never rushed yourself when you wrote. Everything needed to flow out perfectly, plus you wanted to be able to read your writing. Here are some things you wrote about:

How full of himself Formaggio was, though he was plenty friendly.

How stuck up Proscuito seemed to be, though also friendly enough.

How much of a crybaby Pesci was, though indeed sweet.

Ghiachio was a crazy motherfucker, but you kind of liked that about him.

Melone was fun to be around, perverted, but friendly.

Gilato and Sorbet were nice enough, but mostly just payed attention to each other.

And your Capo? You could go on about how you felt about him. How deliciously beautiful he was. How his voice was the best sort of music to your ears. The way his eyes traversed the members and came upon you made you feel things you’d never quite felt before. You wanted to touch him all over.

But…you couldn’t tell a real person that, could you? No, you couldn’t. So, this was where your handy dandy diary came in. You wrote about him plenty of times. It helped you manage your hunger a little better. God… could your thirst get out of hand sometimes. Just being around him was enough to get you a little exited. It was just a shame you were always teamed up with Formaggio and never with Risotto…but Risotto worked alone. Oh well…you’d manage.

-

Today was another one of those days…everyone had missions except for you and Risotto. You hated not being able to keep busy. You’d lose yourself in your own mind. You’d either become completely bored or think a little too much about…well, everything, if you had to be honest.

You had just finished writing in your diary when you heard a deep voice call your name. You placed your pen on the page you had been writing and placed it next to you on the bed before getting up. Risotto had called for you.

“Yes, Capo?”

You knocked once on the frame of the door to his office with your knuckles. He looked up from whatever he was reading, a stack of folders piled up next to him. You waited in the doorway.

“Did you read up on the Alvaro and Enzo file I gave you?” He asked, index finger holding his place on the paper resting in front of him.

“Yeah, of course I did. That job should be easy, I’d prefer not to bring Formaggio, if that’s alright?” You crossed your arms and lifted your shoulders, bracing yourself for an unknown answer.

“That’s fine.” He replied simply. He removed his finger from the page and stood himself up. Your heart skipped a beat. He walked over to you with no hesitation, holding a folder in his hand.

“Here’s another. Read it carefully.” He held it out to you. You took in from him slowly. You looked up at him, trying not to cower. You weren’t exactly scared of him. He was a fine man, a good Capo. He was just so intimidating. His eyes always managed to burn holes into your own. Sometimes you just wanted to look away, but you never did. The fact that he was well over a foot taller than you also didn’t help. He must have neared seven feet. You swallowed.

“Alright. Anything special about it?” You asked. You held the folder firmly in your hands. Risotto shook his head.

“Not that I can explain. Just go and look it over.” He told you finally before walking past you, out of his office. You sighed to yourself. That was a typical interaction between the two of you. You just wished things were more exiting. You wouldn’t actually mind getting to know him honestly, but Capo’s didn’t share much.

You turned to head into the main area of your base where all the seats resided along with a coffee table in the middle. You sat down on the black leather love seat and rested one of your feet on your opposite knee. You opened the folder and began to read it. What you hadn’t taken into account was…was where Risotto was going.

He did indeed do a routine check of each room when everyone was gone. He never dug through people’s things. He just generally inspected the area.

What your problem was though, was that you had left your Diary on top of your bed. That could only mean one thing. Risotto would see it and most likely look at it. It did look suspicious after all, there was no denying it. You sat reading. Unaware.

-

Risotto grasped the doorframe when he came upon your and Illuso’s shared room. Everything seemed to be as it always was, except for the open book on your bed. Risotto’s interest was piqued. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew it was a diary and not some secret booklet for evil plans, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to respect your privacy. He walked over and picked the book up off of your black duvet, turning it around in his hands so that it was facing the right direction for him to read it.

What you had written about today wasn’t anything special, so he began to flip the pages. Some of the things you wrote caught his attention. Your thought process and way of thinking was different than he imagined. You were smart. Thoughtful.

He did chuckle at some of the entries. Finding it amusing that you complained about Formaggio and Proscuito so much. What really struck him though was…what you had written about him. When he read his full name, he straightened his posture and lifted it so that he could read it. What he read surprised him:

 ‘Today wasn’t great, but it wasn’t awful. Formaggio, Melone and I went to pick up a sum of 1 million lyra and brought it back to base. Nothing exiting happened on the way there or back. I sort of wanted to get my hands dirty today. I could use a good fight, you know? None of that really matters though. Getting back to base was the best part of the day. Seeing Risotto is always a treat. The sight of him makes me melt. I love drinking him in. well, that’s all I’ve got. Until next time. (Y/N).’

Risotto’s eyes widened a bit. You felt that way about him? You were damn good at hiding it. He smirked. He wanted to read more, so he flipped through more pages until he saw his name once more. This page read:

‘I need to vent. I can’t stop thinking about the Capo. How much I want him to touch me. Touch every inch of me…and by that I mean EVERY inch! I don’t want to be gross, but I might have to. He’s just...If he wanted to cum on my face, I’d let him. I want that so bad,’

Risotto stopped in his place, blinking quickly. Holy shit. His brows were raised high. He had to keep reading.

‘I mean of course I’d want him to fuck me first. Oh god would that be incredible. I can’t even imagine how big he is. I’d love to put my mouth on that…yeah. I think I’d want him to do me from behind…no, maybe just missionary…Mating press. I want him to fuck me DEEP, you know? I need that. I’d honestly let him do anything to me…Anyway, I’m going to rejoin the gang, see you tomorrow, friend. (Y/N).’

Risotto couldn’t believe what he had just read, he was baffled. His mouth hung open slightly. His face was flushed. He could feel the heat erupt from below the surface of his skin. She really did feel that way.

Honestly. He wanted all that too. He’d had his eyes on you. Though not a single soul would ever know. He chuckled lowly to himself. It was just you and him there that night. What was stopping him from confronting you? Nothing. Nothing at all. He smirked before closing the book, tucking it underneath his arm. Your purple pen rest on the bed all by its lonesome as he left the room.

He entered the room where you had been reading. You were still doing so. He let his smirk fade and cleared his throat as he approached you, standing right behind the couch. You were startled.

“O-Oh! Yes? I’m almost finished.” You let the folder lay open on your lap. When Risotto didn’t reply you became nervous. You kept looking up at him, all you could do was wait.

Suddenly he reached for something underneath his arm. You gasped when you saw what it was when he removed it. Your diary! Shit! You were an idiot! What did he see? SHIT.

“Th-That’s…an invasion of privacy.” You shifted, tuning your body so you could face him better. Risotto shook his head.

“Is it?” He proceeded to open it up.

“No! Please…”

You begged him. This was the last thing you wanted. You were screwed. Risotto flipped through the pages before stopping on a random one. He cleared his throat and began to read from it. Your eyes widened.

“‘Sometimes during meeting I can feel myself get wet when he’s speaking. His voice makes me so hot. I want him to say nasty things into my ear. Just destroy me.’”

He quoted you, looking from the pages to you. You felt yourself become nauseated. No…No!

He flipped to another page.

‘”Sometimes I dream about him fucking me hard up against the wall. That’s the dream right there. I bet his cock feels great.’”

You whimpered, looking away from his ominous stare. You didn’t know what to do, think or say. You just sat there. You heard Risotto close the book. You hadn’t realized it, but he had leaned down to speak into your ear.

“Is that true?”

His voice was firm. You could feel his breath against your ear. You felt your palms begin to sweat.

“Yes.”

You replied quietly. You squeezed your eyes shut. It’s not like he was going to hurt you, but you felt some sort of fear. You then felt the folder slip off of your lap and onto the floor. Thank god, an excuse to turn away from him. You did turn away from him, reaching down to gather the papers.

Risotto circled around the couch and knelt. You saw hm before you through peripheral vision. You kept your hands on the floor, as well as your eyes.

“Look at me, (Y/N).”

He ordered. You hesitantly looked up at him. Your eyes were still wide. Your body shook slightly. Then he spoke.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” 

...

Here’s Part 2

[apricot-bellini]

La Squadra Body Headcannons

Prosicutto

Model teir to bad he smells like shit with all the ciggies he smokes

Hairy but shaves his chest

Veiny and hair forearms

Not that strong

Risotto

Hunkulus

Great for cuddling tbh

Your go to for opening spaghetti jars

Melone

Skinny legend

Despite being short he is quite limber

Too distracted by coding or gaming to remember to eat.

"Is that something in your pants are you that happy to see me, melone" "that's just my hip bone."