A/N: Hello, my fellow Valentinhoes! I already mentioned this series that will be approximately 10 chapters long (if not more). I tried to keep the prologue short trying my best to not bore you. The dialogues between the characters are modified according to this story and yes, there will be a lot of new characters alongside the original ones. With that being said if you have any questions or suggestions, let me know :)!
Enjoy, toots.
Warnings: Violence, mentions of death, usage of inappropriate language.
Prologue: Inferno
“Do you ever doubt your actions? I mean, you know the uproar about them being ethically wrong.”
Andrea’s words revealed her agitated behavior. Her sincere concern for her friend was boggling her mind with more questions.
“Why would I doubt my actions when there are enough people already doing that.”
Heaven lifted her glass to her lips and stopped moments before taking a sip.
“I never give people anything more or less than what they’ve done.”
The sour taste of alcohol lingers on her tongue while it makes its way into her system causing her body to warm up.
“If they kill, I kill. Easy as that.”
“You know what’s going to happen when they get you behind bars, right ?” said Andrea. Fully aware of the fact that her attempts at getting her to tap out were not affecting Heaven at all.
“I don’t.“
Heaven said as she turned her head towards the anxious eyes that were studying her. Her smirk becomes more prominent as she sets her booze down on the glass table.
“Because It’s not going to happen.”
Upon hearing her words Andrea couldn’t manage to hide her astonishment.
“How can you be so sure ?”
“I’m not but do I have any other options? I am not someone that you would want to see panicking.”
Heaven said as she continued to play with the rim of her glass. She proceeded as she eyed her reflection on the glass table.
“I might appear dangerous when I let my anger take over, but panic?” she scoffed as she pushed her long locks away from her face.
“I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.”
“Why?” Andrea said, engaging herself with the conversation more and more. Afterall there were no limits to her curiosity.
“I lose control.”
Says Heaven as she collects the documents scattered over the table and then stands up from her stool. She lowers herself at Andrea’s eye level as she proceeds with her speech.
“…and If I lose control, my love…”
Andrea drops her gaze as she couldn’t bring herself to look straight into her eyes. Heaven whispers her last words, unaware of the fact that this statement will be the foreshadowing of what was about to come.
“All hell will break loose.”
With that, the curiosity killed the cat.
January 1st, 2020
The cold breeze of New York combed her long locks as she stared at her watch. Her pupils dilating as her eyes followed the second hand, continuing to count the seconds.
“Thirty more to go. Then it’s time for the Fiesta.”
Pushing back the hem of her coat, she pulled out a brand new Glock 19 and a suppressor. Her hands started to wander around the gun as she let the feeling of absolute power captivate her senses. After rolling the silencer onto the muzzle of the Glock, she placed her gun back at its previous position.
The silencer, her infamous nickname.
Nobody knew her true identity nor her background. At this point in her life, others weren’t the only ones to do so. Her memory was as unreliable as her trigger. Her past, present, and future remained unknown to her. In her opinion, keeping her past locked in the forbidden spaces of her mind it’s for the better.
“Henry Harding, age 46, a prick who traded the life of his wife for the comfort of his stacks.”
She reminded herself as her steps quickened. The darkness of the night emerged as the light of the day shuttered under its vigor. Her breathing became apparent, evaporating in front of her eyes.
“His right hand, Richard Kindell, a coward who sold his soul to the same devil that killed his son. Porca miseria! What type of leverage does that son of a bitch has over Richard that keeps him loyal no matter the cause?”
She cursed under her breath as she took a sharp turn. Upon seeing the large crowd in front of the theatre she decided to examine the atmosphere surrounding her. Women in elegant dresses were accompanied by men in suits. Their sweet conversations concerning their excitement about the movie, pervading the air with love. Utterly oblivious of the fact that they were soon to be bystanders of a tragic ending.
“Tragic but a well-deserved ending.”
Her plan was too simple for her liking. She made Richard get the same gun that she had attached to her thigh, two weeks before she sent the suspicious mail to Henry. The mail that contained information exclusively known by the two of them regarding Richard’s son’s death. She was simply using their trust issues as an advantage.
“25 meters till the warfare.”
As she moves closer, the ticket booth becomes more visible and her eyes meet the man of the moment, Murray.
“Smile, Heaven. You don’t want to disappoint your audience.”
She said as she put her killer smile on, turning heads as she walked by. Her charming nature and her mysterious aura always captured people’s attention. Even so, she couldn’t care less.
Her hair flowing in harmony with the wind, her steps overflowed with confidence, and her eyes gleamed with the fact that she could finally put an end to what the judiciary system defined as a dilemma. It’s time for Maria’s long-awaited vendetta.
“Hello, Murphy. How’s the night treating you?”
Murphy gave her a heartwarming smile, accompanied by sincere laughter.
“So far so good. What about you my dear?”
“Lovely, I’d say. New York has its charm, you know.”
She said as her hand reached her pocket, searching for the ticket.
“Seems so.”
Murray said as his eyes carefully scanned Heaven’s. Sensing his unusual behavior, Heaven glued her eyes back onto his as she took a step further.
“How do you figure?”
She asked as she gave him a smirk. A smirk that often got people’s breath hitch, hands sweat and their heartbeats accelerated.
“Your eyes.”
Said Murray letting his body language do the favors, he pointed at her eyes.
“They tell a lot.”
He said as he positioned himself back behind the booth. Murray was a part of her plan even though he didn’t know much about it. She didn’t lie to him but she also didn’t tell him things that were none of his business. Such as her soon to be attempted murder.
“I suppose.”
She said as she lifted her wrist casually to check the time.
“Aces. Perfect timing.”
She dipped her hand back again into the pocket of her coat. Unable to feel any sort of texture regarding the existence of the ticket, she slid her other hand into her other pocket.
“Nothing.”
“Your ticket, my dear?”
Without disrupting her composure, she thought of a quick backup plan.
“I need him to participate, I lost my ticket. How is this even possible?”
She thought as she closed her eyes shut. Letting out a deep breath, she opened her eyes only to reveal her teary vision. She strongly held on the cuffs of her coat making her knuckles turn white as she lowered her gaze to the floor. Even the most successful artist would be envious of her skilled performance.
“Murray, my ticket is missing.”
Murray studied her reaction as he gave her an apologetic smile.
“I’m sorry my dear. I don’t think that we have any other tickets left for the night.”
Upon hearing his words she raised her gaze to meet his, giving him a look that will scar him for the rest of his life.
“Murray, You know that I can’t miss this. Tonight was my main reason for coming to New York. I’m desperate for your help.”
She said slowly pushing her coat back to display the outline of the gun beneath her dress. Her innocent demeanor was falsified by her reveal. Murray gave her an empty look, seemingly unaffected by her threat. He stopped for a second before turning to her with a smile.
“I got you, Heaven.”
He said as he reached under the desk revealing a golden ticket. He slowly extended his hand as hers followed. Then, he retracted it. Unaware of the dangerous game he was playing with Heaven’s patience.
“One last thing, Heaven.”
He indicated to her to come closer as he leaned in. Not wanting to waste any more of her precious time Heaven obliged.
“It’s time for you to prioritize yourself. For the sake of your good.”
He said as he gave her the ticket and pushed the gate open for her.
“Have fun, my dear.”
Heaven, unimpressed by his discourse, stepped inside. Hearing the gate close behind her. The heavy smell of tobacco dominated the large area blinded by the lights of the enormous chandelier and golden decorations that reminded her of the Palace of Versailles. A palace that was full of people with extravagant attires laughing and cheering, adorning their social interactions with excessive reactions. Baffled by the unanticipated environment Heaven took a few steps back, letting her back hit the wall.
The wall, located exactly where the gate should be. As her confusion gets the best of her, at her right she notices a man reading a newspaper. She walks close enough to see the contents of the front page. Only to realize that the front page was listing absurdly familiar names of the several presidents. Names that surely belonged to the 20'ies. Heaven gently closed her eyes then she leaned her forehead against the palm of her hand.
“Where the hell am I?” she muttered as her own words, followed by her deep voice, echoed inside of her head. She gave one last glance at the velvet wall where the entrance gate should’ve been.
“Abandon hope, all ye who enter here.”
Vocabulary:
Second hand: the hand on some watches and clocks that moves quickly, showing the seconds.
Fiesta: an event marked by festivities or celebration.
Porca miseria: in this case used as “Bloody hell”.
Vendetta: a blood feud in which the family of a murdered person seeks vengeance on the murderer or the murderer’s family.
“Abandon hope, all ye who enter here.”: A message warning one about a hopeless situation from which there is no return. The Italian version of this phrase appears in Dante’s Divine Comedy as the inscription on the entrance to Hell. The phrase is most often used humorously.
a/n: Hello, my love. So this was based on the idea of Jealous!Nicky Valentino. Let me know if you have any suggestions or questions about anything concerning my writing or Nicholas Valentino because my heart, soul and ass belongs to him truly. By the way, I proofread for the first time so make a wish while you’re at it lmao.
-Italic phrases in quotation marks are indicating readers inner monologue, meanwhile, words in italic are used to emphasize the meaning of the word itself-
warnings: usage of inappropriate language, slight angst.
The night is still young, the speakeasy is filled with the late-night conversations of people with humorous expressions and the delightful sound of the jazz music. You, on the other hand, curiously explored your surroundings as the sweet and sour taste of your booze lingered on the tip of your tongue. You asked Ralph to let you have some time with yourself while you were waiting for Nicky to come. You two spoke on the phone, arranging your rendez-vous, approximately two hours ago. Now, there you were sitting at a casual table in the speakeasy for an hour waiting for your sweetheart. Worried that something might’ve happened to him.
“Where is he? I hope the meeting didn’t take a turn for the worst.”
You thought to yourself as you tapped your fingers against the wooden material of the table, letting your anxiety get the best of you. Your eyes focused on the entrance gate of the speakeasy, wishing for him to stroll in at that moment. Today seemed like it wasn’t your lucky day as your wishes are not being granted. The feeling of loneliness soon turned to utter boredom. The more bored you got, the more attractive the thought of losing yourself at the bar became.
“If I am about to let my stress romance it’s way into giving me a nervous breakdown, at least I should get it a nice drink. It would be rude of me not to.”
Your desire for a Manhattan led you to take a couple of steps towards the bar. Settling down on the stool, you slowly took off your gloves. The feeling of warmth left your fingertips, the cold surface of the glass table taking its place. The bartender took his shaker as he made his way towards your spot. You opened your mouth, eager to spill the magical name of your remedy.
“A Manhattan-”
“A Singapore Sling for the lady.”
Your words were cut short by the silhouette of a stranger located behind your stool. This moment felt too familiar for your liking, almost like a Deja Vu. You slowly turned your head towards the unknown figure as they casually sat down beside you.
“Very rude of me to not introduce myself.”
He said, extending his hand in your direction. The bartender’s eyes followed the young man’s gesture, holding an unreadable expression. You could feel the unusual tension in the air, nevertheless, you remained unbothered. Looking at his hand and then meeting his gaze, you extended your hand for a handshake. Your attempt went unnoticed as he gently turned your hand placing his lips on top of it.
“Matteo Bianchi.”
The moment Matteo said his name, the bartender dropped his shaker, practically spilling whatever was inside of it. Shaken by the sound you averted your gaze to the bartender. His hands were shaking, hurriedly trying to clean up the mess he created. He glanced at you, his eyes had panic written all over them as if he was trying to tell you to be cautious, making you even more curious.
Unaffected by his gesture you slowly pulled your hand back as you directed your gaze back to the drink menu.
“Pleasure to meet you, Matteo.”
You said, paying him no attention what so ever. Matteo laughed under his breath as he studied your figure. Your drink came into sight, you were still upset at not having your Manhattan.
“Where are you, Nicholas ?”
“I’m impressed that I managed to choose a drink that suited your aura well, miss…?”
You didn’t want to give him your name but the reaction that the bartender gave at his name made you reevaluate your choices. Not wanting to cause trouble to anyone including yourself you took a sip from your drink as you responded.
“(y/n).”
You paused as you turned to him, letting your curiosity do the talking.
“How come this drink suits my aura well, Mr. Bianchi ?”
He smiled as he lifted his drink pointing it at your way.
“You seem like a bittersweet woman. Just like the drink.”
You laughed, entertained by his way of using words, you decided to let yourself loose by following his game. Observing his looks for the first time, you realized that he was quite charming. His face reminded you of Paul Newman.
You let your thoughts wander as two women with enchanting appearances passed by greeting Matteo with flirtatious looks, giving you a death stare on the side.
“Alright, you seem pretty involved with bittersweet women.”
Matteo laughed throwing his head back.
“Enough about bittersweet women-”
“Oh, so you want me out of here? Because I’ll make it happen.”
Your attempts at escaping failed as he caught you by your waist. Making you feel inevitably uncomfortable.
“Matteo, please-”
“Hands off.”
The voice of the man you craved for the entire day has finally appeared. Nicky’s harsh tone made Matteo take a step back. Then Matteo opened his arms wide, followed by his sarcastic tone.
“Man of the hour, Nicholas Valentino to whom do I owe the pleasure?”
Nicky placed his hand at the small of your back as he pulled you closer to him. His grip on you was tight, making you feel safer than before.
“I thought that we were supposed to meet next week.”
Nicky said his eyes burning through Matteo’s skull, filled with enough rage to kill him right on the spot.
“I need to settle it now, I have a meeting with Romano tomorrow. You don’t want him to get the deal do you?”
Matteo said unconcernedly. You could hear Nicky curse under his breath. You placed your hand on his giving it a squeeze, trying to reassure him.
“Alright then, let’s get this over with.”
Nicky let his hand loose as he started to walk to the booth alongside Matteo. Appalled by his behavior, you started to follow their steps. They sat down and you moved to sit beside Nicky. Noticing that you followed them Nicky turned to you lowering himself as he whispered in your ear.
“Toots, would you mind giving us some space while you treat yourself at the bar?”
You looked at him, getting angrier each second passing by. Being kept in the dark wasn’t something that you fancied.
“Excuse me? Are we really doing this again Nicky?” You said, your tone exposing your frustration. Your mind brings up memories of your first time in this speakeasy, where Nicky left you stranded because of business. But now you are a part of the Valentino family, so what was the problem.
His expression softens as he takes in a deep breath. You tried your best to understand what made him so uptight.
“You two… are you together?”
Matteo’s voice made you snap out of your thoughts as you turned to Nicky, who was definitely not in a good state of mind seeing that he froze.
“Nicholas-”
“We’re not together.”
His words hit you like a ton of bricks. The waves of shock washed over you as you dropped your gaze on your hands. The thought of leaving right now seemed like a good idea but something inside of you was telling you to dig this situation deeper. This wasn’t Nicky, you had to find out what was disturbing him so profoundly.
“Still that doesn’t explain your overprotective response, Nicholas. Nonetheless, I am glad if Venus is single by any means.”
“Let’s get this venture over with, shall we Matteo?”
You wouldn’t be lying if you said that this was the first time you saw Nicky this aggressive. He looked like he was so close to shot Matteo dead. You didn’t say a word throughout their conversation. Patiently waiting for Nicky’s breaking point.
The business they fussed about didn’t seem skeptical at all. It was the usual, large amounts of illegal cash transactions and exchanging men for personal protection. Still, your questions remained unanswered. So you decided to follow up with plan B.
“If that’s all, it’s time for us to leave. Buona serata, Matteo.”
Nicky said as he stood up. You, on the other hand, remained unruffled as you grasped your glass tightly completely ignoring him.
“So, Mr. Bianchi, you and Nicky seem to have a history. Do you two go way back? Based on something other than business-related, of course.”
Upon hearing your voice Nicky slowly sat back. Taking in a deep breath, he averted his eyes to the bar. Trying to avoid Matteo’s gaze.
“Oh, he didn’t tell you?”
“No, he did not.”
Matteo let out a breathy laugh as he took a cigar out of the silver case placed in front of him. Nicky’s hand sneaked up on top of yours under the table, holding it firmly. You intertwined your fingers with his.
“Have you ever heard of The Count of Monte Cristo, (y/n)?”
“Alexandre Dumas, how can I not? One of my favorite novels.”
“You become even more interesting by the second, my dear.”
Nicky started to pull on his collar to get it loose. His grip on your hand gets even tighter. You can feel the distress radiating over him but you had no choice, he wasn’t planning on opening up to you when he should’ve.
“Our situation is similar to Dantès, Mondego, and Mercédès love triangle. Nicky thinks that I am the Mondego of our scenario.”
Finally, it sinks in. Still searching for more clarity you ask,
“You betrayed him, by stealing his lover–”
“Aha! That’s the part I am trying to justify for the past five years. I didn’t steal her- Minchia! I didn’t know that she and Nicky had a thing. I mean she ran after him for quite some time but Nicholas didn’t give a shit. How could I know?”
“Matteo cut the bullshit.”
Nicky said, eventually joining to your conversation. You most definitely understood the situation at last. At this point it wasn’t important whether or not if Matteo was right or wrong, Nicky was insecure at the fact that there might be a possibility of such a thing happening. He couldn’t take risks when it comes to you, so he just acted like you meant nothing to him as if that would make Matteo uninterested.
Now that your worries came to an end, your only interest was to get Nicky all riled up.
“I think I heard enough.”
Both of them stopped their bickering, turning their appalled gaze towards your direction.
“It looks like we are dragging out our dirty laundries. Well then, let me do my part.”
Your devilish smirk took over as your playful aura filled the air.
“So, there is this guy, or more like this utterly, unbelievably handsome fella that makes my heart flutter.”
“Oh? Tell me more Venus.”
You focused your gaze on Matteo, eyeing him from head to toe. Knowing damn well that Nicky was watching your every move.
“He is compassionate, determined, enthusiastic, fearless, hard-working, kind, loyal, and everything that only a real man can be.”
“Gesù Cristo! Who is this man? Are you sure that he isn’t just a piece of your beautiful imagination?”
You laughed at Matteo’s words. You were savoring every second of this mess, meanwhile, Nicky was chugging his whiskey on rocks.
“I would say that he is a gift from the gods, but unfortunately he is lacking something very important.”
“He must’ve stolen the devil’s dime. What does such a man lack that made you back up?”
You looked at the pair of hazel eyes intently watching you. You took a couple of seconds, staring adoringly into his beautiful eyes. You caught yourself getting lost in the honey hue of them. His feelings dripping from his glance, telling a story that only his eyes could tell.
“He is not honest.”
You said without separating your eyes from Nicky’s. Matteo raised his eyebrows, looking at Nicky and then back at you.
“Do I know this fella?”
“I don’t know. All I know is that I like my men bare, in various ways.”
Nicky laughed under his breath, placing his hand on top of your thigh.
“Oh my, do you?”
You grasped his tie pulling him to yourself, your lips almost touching his.
“You have no idea-”
Matteo cleared his throat,
“I should get going, you wouldn’t want your girl falling for me. I know that my charming nature could cause trouble for a lot of people.”
He said as he gave you a wink,
“Get lost Matteo.”
Nicky hissed as Matteo approached you taking your hand in his giving it a goodbye kiss.
“Pleasure to meet you, (y/n). I hope that one day you can introduce me to the guy that got you head over heels.”
He said jokingly as he turned to leave. Nicky slowly leaned in to kiss you but you stopped him midway.
“I don’t kiss random men that have nothing to do with me, Mr. Valentino.”
He gave you a smirk that summarized his plans for tonight.
“I might have nothing to do with you, but I certainly have a lot to do to you toots.”
You took the last sip from your now empty glass and lifted it in the air.
“Cheers to the mess, my darling.”
Vocabulary:
Minchia: in this context used as fuck, as exclamation of surprise.
a/n: Hey guys ! I’m sincerely sorry that it took me a while to post this fic, it was kind of irresponsible of me to give release dates and not put out the content when I supposedly intended to put it out. I’m also not satisfied with the ending of the fanfic but I leave that to your opinion. I’ve been in a complicated mental state, battling with depression and all of that. As lovely as it may seem depression is a serious matter so if you ever need to talk/rant to someone about anything please don’t be shy to drop a message to my inbox, I’m not the best at dealing with it myself but I would be really happy if I can offer some help/support. Other than that if you could give me any type of feedback or criticism about my writing I would appreciate it very dearly :)I love all of you valentinhoes so much !!! Enough blabbering let’s get distracted by falling into this handsome italian fella’s embrace, shall we ?
Heavenly Father please forgive me for I have sinned.
Warnings: Fun, fluff, filth, and all that comes with it.
On a night where the moonlight shines brighter than the smile flashed upon your lover’s graceful face, all you wished was to spend the rest of your precious moments observing his ever so peaceful figure.
Nicky, after a day full of chaos and stress, was fully focused on the task that got his mind absolutely scattered in pieces. His hands moved feverishly through the documents as his eyes carefully scanned the mass of crucial words that mattered a lot for the business concerning the speakeasy.
You gathered the material of your outfit in your palms, trying to smooth out the pieces. Making yourself look as presentable as you possibly could. Checking your reflection on the mirror, your eyes drifted to the handsome gentleman observing you from afar.
“You seem to be having a great time, Mr. Valentino.”
You slowly tilted your head to the side allowing your eyes to meet his. His slouched position wholly revealed his tiredness, on the other hand, his lazy smile and curious gaze told a different story. Laying back on his chair he let his eyes examine your physique, his orbs gradually traced the outlines of your body. You certainly felt those traces leaving a fire like feeling on your skin, making you feel vulnerable, forcing you to hold your breath. You could never put your mind on how he makes you feel the way you do, it’s an absolute mystery to you. A mystery that makes you experience things that you didn’t know you could.
“Ah, I’m doing a terrible job at hiding my fascination, aren’t I? I can’t take my eyes off you toots.”
He lowered his head, with a swift movement of his hand he took off his glasses settling them on the table. He redirected his attention upon your tempting features as he squinted. You couldn’t refrain from laughing at his silly attempts at flattery.
“Taking my glasses off doesn’t help either. You still look terrifyingly gorgeous.”
He put his hands up as if he was under arrest with a pitiful expression. You casually made your way towards his desk, reaching out to cup his face between your hands. His smooth, freshly shaved skin felt delightful under your touch.
“As much as I adore the sight of you thinking that flattery will get you somewhere, we got a meeting to attend my love.”
Blinded by the sweet feeling of sleep and thoughts surrounded by the mesmerizing visions of you, Nicky slowly nodded as you leaned in to give him a light peck on the lips.
The moment your lips met his, he could swear that he felt the electricity running through his veins as if your touch was a bolt of lightning.
A bolt of lightning that made him recall memories of a night where the sound of rain tickled his senses and the warmth of the stars caressed his soul.
He couldn’t comprehend the amount of intensity that chaste kiss had. The warmth of your skin against his left as quickly as it came. Leaving him breathless, you turned to take your leave.
“I’ll meet you at the foyer, I need to get my coat from upstairs.”
Giving him a look and a smile to remember, you left the room. As soon as the sight of you disappeared, Nicky let out the breath he was holding for God knows how long. He grasped his head between his hands, closing his eyes. Your smile, already replaying in his mind. He brought his index finger up to his lips, letting his fingertips brush against the slightly abused skin.
The feeling of your soft lips against his lingered as the thought of you continued to blur his mind.
“Ah– Nicholas… sei veramente fottuto (you’re truly fucked).”
He muttered under his breath as he let his head rest on the hard wooden material of the desk.
I have no idea what am I going to do with or without you, toots.
10 p.m
The subtle breeze brushed upon your flesh as you and Nicky walked through the streets of Manhattan, where you were accompanied by the harmony of the night as the light tune of jazz performed by the street artists created a magical serenade. You decided to hold Nicky’s hand tighter as you pushed your body against his. Seeing your attempts of sharing his warmth, Nicky separated your hands. Placing his hand on your waist as he pulled you closer to him. So close that you could get high on his scent.
“Someone is feeling chilly, I see.”
You turned to the source of the sweet voice as you slid an arm around his waist, snuggling closer to him.
“Not anymore…” You said looking at him as you clutched onto your coat and to his warm body.
“How are you still warm despite this horrendous weather ?”
Nicky let out a laugh in response to your question. A laugh that could only be described as cheeky, making you wonder.
“Hold on- Let me see…”
He took his other hand out of his pocket and lifted it as if it was a sheet of paper, he intently looked at it, his brows furrowed as if he was reading something really important.
“Tall, dashing, handsome, and Italian… I think I had hot on my list. Give me a second-”
“Nicholas !”
Nicky turned his head towards your direction, memorizing every single note of your laugh. If he could just spend his lifetime observing your ethereal smile, that somehow always managed to compliment your eyes, he would.
“You should smile more.”
You paused as you gave him a confused look, “I think I already do smile a lot when I’m with you. Am I not ?” you responded, flirtatiously lifting your gaze to his, giving him a delightful smile on the way. Ultimately, proving his thesis wrong.
“You do but I don’t wanna imagine a single moment when you are not.”
Placing his hands on the small of you back, he pulled you in a tight embrace. Your chest flushed against his, urging you to place your hands on his chest. You could feel his heartbeat on your palms and his lips that were dangerously close to the most sensitive parts of your neck. His breath sent tickling sensations on your skin, setting your body on fire.
“… and I’ll make sure of it.”
“You’ll make sure of what ?” unfazed by your question he leaned in, letting his plush lips wander over yours as he spoke.
“That it never happens, amore.”
Pushing past the entrance gates of the speakeasy, he held the door open for you, like the gentleman he is. Stumbling out of your bewitched state you took a step forward.
Upon your entrance, you were immediately stunned by the impressive interior design. The dim-lit ambiance made the place feel cozier than ever. As you made your way inside you couldn’t help but notice the large, empty, and inviting dancing area in the middle of the room.
Nicky as he examined your expression adorned with curiosity, took off his coat and placed it on one of the chairs. He slowly made his way towards your spot as he kept his eyes on yours, nonchalantly loosening his tie with his left hand. Catching the sight of his handsome face you fully turned to his direction expecting him to reach you, instead, he gives you a playful smirk as he moves past walking towards the beautifully engraved record player. Turning his back to you he slid his finger through the rack of records, pulling out two disks. He carefully examined the labels, letting one of the disks fall back on the silver rack as he lifted the other one with his index finger.
“Would you care to dance with me, my love ?” He politely asked, looking at you over his shoulder as his face lit up with a bright smile.
“How can I refuse.” You said, offering him back a mischievous look.
Nicky placed the vinyl on the record player, letting the needle of the stylus fall on top of it as it started to drag out the subtle notes of the grand piano. Your hand slipped in his as his other hand found it’s place on your back. He kindly pulled your body towards his as the distance between you two vanished into thin air. His gaze fell upon yours as the music and the warmth of his soft breathing against the crook of your neck took all of your worries away. You started to lose yourself at the beauty of the moment as your bodies synced with the rhythm.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I might fall for you toots.”
Unaware of the fact that you were spellbound by his eyes, Nicky was quick to point it out seeing it as the perfect chance to catch a glimpse of your flushed cheeks. Snapping out of your dream world, you kept your eyes on his as you leaned in. Your lips brushing against the delicate skin of his ear. Urging him to tilt his head, inviting you closer.
“Don’t worry, I’ll catch you if you do.” You softly whispered as you let yourself get intoxicated by his fragrance. It’s said that nothing is more memorable than a smell and that scents could awaken memories hidden beneath the depths of the mind. Nicky’s scent brings nothing but comfort and unforgettable moments, most of them being midnight memories accompanied by the sweet laughter of his. As your bodies melted together and your hearts beat as one, something in the corner of the room caught your eye. Nicky, appalled by the sudden drift of your focus, followed your gaze only to encounter with the sight of the pool table.
“What’s on your mind gorgeous ?” He said tilting your head towards his way with the slight tug of his fingertips. The song came to an end as the soft rustling tone of the finished vinyl record filled the room.
“Is Nicky Valentino confident enough to teach me his ways with the 8 ball
game ?” Nicky chuckled as he held out his hand bowing down.
“I think we should find out.”
You reached out to place your hand in his but surprisingly Nicky had an unanticipated change of plans as he retreated his hand back.
“…You know, at the end of it all everything comes with a price and I am a man of ‘offers before bets’. So, help me out won’t ya darling ?”
You threw your head back laughing, having decided to play along with his game you continued.
“Ah- who knows… maybe you will get a kiss or two.”
“Make it five- two kisses are not enough to save a starving man.” He said as he moved behind the bar and opened up a bottle of sauvignon blanc, pouring a two for two.
“Five? Now, that’s just you being greedy. Three, take it or leave it.”
“Maybe a kiss on the neck? The type that makes you chirp in pleasure-” He said in a teasing manner, handing you the wine glass.
“Agreed– wait, what !”
Nicky jumped as he raised his hands up in the air, displaying a winner smile.
“No take backs !” He cheered as he clinked your glasses and took a large sip out of his flute.
“Damn you Valentin-WOAH!” Not letting you finish your words, Nicky quickly threw you over his shoulder, holding you with a strong grip.
“Nicholas I swear to god if I fall, it’s over for you. You won’t have to wait for Floyd to meet the man upstairs!”
“You’re thinking too much, toots. A deal is a deal and we got two hours to waste on each other before we get to the business meeting.” He said ignoring your plea as he playfully smacked your backside, gaining a yelp from you.
“We better make it count.”
He set you down on the pool table, pulling up the triangle rack and placing it on the coffee table. You gingerly followed his actions as he moved past to grab a billiard cue and chalk.
“They say that playing pool is like falling in love, kid.” Nicky said as he casually walked towards you, he offered you a hand helping you to get up from your spot, turning you around so that you stood with your back against him.
“Words seem to be insufficient when it comes to explaining it.” He wrapped both of his hands around yours helping you to hold the cue correctly. Then, you felt his broad chest press against your back, followed by his chin, where your shoulder blade meets your neck. He urged you you to lean forward as the lower section of your chest met the hard surface of the pool table. Most importantly, now, your body was fully at Nicky’s mercy.
“…but you can demonstrate it in various ways.”
You gulped as you lifted your head slightly to his side. Unlike you, his eyes were fully fixated on the task ahead of him. You took a deep breath as you shook your head side to side, giving yourself a wake-up call.
“Last but not least, you should shoot your shot and let it happen.”
With a small push, you watched the triangle of billiard balls come apart. Each one hitting a different corner, most of them getting inside of the holes on the side of the table.
Satisfied with the results of your first attempt Nicky gave you a kiss on the cheek before letting you go.
“Well now that you mentioned, who said this ?”
“Me.” He chuckled as he stated the obvious.
You crossed your arms as you raised your brow. If sarcasm could be disguised an outfit he, without a doubt, would own a closet full of it.
“Let’s see if I got it right, pass me the cue.”
He handed you the cue, leaning against the table he pointed out your incorrect positioning.
“Ah-ah, you should lean more forward.” He got up from his seat, his hand sneaked around your waist as he pulled you back. Making your body temperature skyrocket once again.
His figure pressing up to yours was becoming unbearable. The vicious feeling of utter lust was making you feel drowsy, stealing your concentration away from your goal. You couldn’t manage to restrain yourself any longer as you completely surrendered to the power of the desire. You took a couple of steps back as you pressed yourself completely against him, feeling every curve and every inch of his being. Your breathing became shallow, your heartbeat is out of control. Though in your mind you thought that you were the only one that was suffering, Nicky wasn’t any different. The instant when your soft skin through the layers of thin fabrics met his, he felt the overwhelming urge to listen to the dangerous implications that the faint voice inside of his mind told him. Then again, he wasn’t planning on letting you go easily. He slowly rocked his hips against yours. The friction caused by his sudden movement made you lose control of the cue as you placed both of your hands on the table with the sole purpose of trying to support your body. Nicky, questioned himself about whether or not his small act of revenge made everything better or worse because the consequence of his move was having you fully bent over the pool table. As in for the cherry on top, a delicious moan slipped out of your lips. The sound echoed in the room, your voice dripped in honey.
There is no turning back, at least not anymore.
“I demand half of the payment in advance.”
Nicky lowered himself to your eye level, his hazel orbs were full of lust accompanied by the deep and throaty tone of his. Sending a tense sensation at the pit of your stomach.
“What are you intending ?” You choked out the words.
“I say that we should skip to the part where I get you to ‘chirp in pleasure’.”
“…I’m interested.” You said, despite the amount of pressure you were under, your demeanor remained more enthusiastic than ever.
“Glad you said that my love, then I suppose that you have no issue with me doing this.”
Nicky placed his hand on the back of your head, letting his fingers thread through your hair. The velvet surface of the table caressed your cheek as the rigid feeling of Nicky’s evident excitement made you tremble in anticipation.
Sure enough, It takes two to tango.
“Is that all you got, pretty boy ?”
The response to your words of encouragement was unexpected. Nicky suddenly pulled his hands away as he took an abrupt step back. Startled by his sudden withdrawal you froze on the spot. Hearing the faint sound of his footsteps getting more and more distant, you straightened up. Nicky hastily grabbed his glass of wine that he previously abandoned, chugging the rest of the liquid down. He set the glass down almost as fast as he downed the tangy liquid. You turned around to have a glimpse of his motives regarding the unexpected mood change.
“Nicky-”
As soon as you took a turn your eyes met his, his warm breath covering up the nonexistent distance between your lips. He wasted no time dipping his hand under your jaw as he crashed your lips. The bittersweet flavor of wine that lingered on his lips empowered you to get drunk on this feverish act of his. You slightly tilted your head to deepen the kiss.
His hands roamed around the curves of your body, discovering new places to touch and savor. Nicky urged you to take a couple of steps back as he linked an arm around your back lifting you on the table, as he settled himself between your legs. Your hands found the lapel of his blazer tugging it down so urgently, almost as if it was a threat to you two. Nicky tugged your bottom lip right before he separated from the kiss.
“How can you make me feel this way ?”
He muttered breathlessly, if you didn’t know any better you would say that he was almost begging you to provide an answer for all of the complex enigmas his heart possibly could not find a solution to.
“What kind of spell you got up your sleeve ?”
You reached out to brush a strand of hair that has fallen on his forehead but he caught your hand midway. His cherry pink lips glistened from the prior assault they were subjected to. He started to pepper your skin with kisses starting from your knuckles as he made his way down to your arm. He exposed every inch of your skin that he conquered with the touch of his lips.
Soon, his hands found their place under your top, fondling the sensitive skin as he nuzzled to your neck. The trace of wet kisses he left ever so sloppily on your neck purely with the intention of showing his affection granted him a sense of power. Giving yourself away to the stimulating sensations surrounding your being, you let your back hit the table. Adjusting to your new position he continued to shower you with kisses, besides that he made up his mind and changed his route deciding to take the way down south.
“Would you mind if I get rid of these, sweets ?” He said as he slightly lifted the hem of your top.
“Please do.” You said, every syllable symbolizing the agonizing craving you currently had for more. It was not enough, it’s never enough when it comes to him and the things he does to you. Shortly, your clothes painted the floor of the speakeasy. His kisses trailed down your chest bruising up the soft surface of your flesh, getting closer to the dangerous extremities of your sanity.
Wanting to reveal more of him, you allowed your fingertips to dance through the buttons of his shirt. Button by button, you chose to cover the parts of him that you exposed with kisses. After finishing unbuttoning his shirt you held his collar, pulling him near. You kept your eyes on him as you lowered yourself, inching closer to his v-line, using your tongue you dragged a long line starting by his abdomen up to the delicate skin of his nipple. His breath shuddered upon the scene that unraveled right in front of his eyes.
“Ah- such dirty, such naughty intentions, hidden under such an adorable face.”
You drew near and lowered your hands steadily towards the edge of his belt. Your fingertips tugged the leather teasingly, luring him for a challenge.
“Looks can be deceiving, you know.”
You found yourself fumbling with his belt as you gave him a devilish smirk. Your intentions are crystal clear and more sinful than Nicky expects them to be. Captivated by your alluring gaze, his eyes followed your touch. Eager to know your next move, he let out a shaky breath. You took off his belt and raised your gaze to meet his. Stumbling upon his dazed state, complemented by his ruffled hair and his rosy cheeks. You loved the way your actions affected him. A soft kiss on his cheek could still make him as excited as he was at that moment.
You slowly sank to your knees and placed your hands on his thighs urging him to press his back against the pool table. You swiftly slid off his belt off of the hooks and let it hit the floor, followed by his pants. Thanks to the way his body responded to your actions, you felt yourself getting bolder as you continued.
You dragged the waistband of his underwear down, freeing his manhood. Admiring his size, you let your gaze burn through his skin. Aching for your touch, Nicky pushed himself forward. His impatience ignited the fervor within you as you didn’t waste another second on placing your lips upon his shaft, your minor action sending shivers down his spine.
Your tongue traced the outlines of his length, making you earn a heavenly groan by his side. His hands lingered through your locks, his mind was puzzled by lust. His hectic breathing was strained with bliss as the movements of your tongue against his flesh sent jolts of pleasure, wrecking his entire nervous system. You felt him tremor under your touch. His member twitched between your lips as his hand pulled you closer and then pushed you back in an instant. His indecisive thoughts were boggling between his unstoppable desire for more and him worrying about making you uncomfortable or hurting you in any way. Becoming aware of his hesitation you answered him by taking all of him.
“(y/n) Cazz- I’m almost there.”
You pulled back slowly dragging your tongue towards the head, with the last stroke of your tongue against his sensitive tip you watched him become undone. Nicky threw his head back as he closed his eyes tightly. His hand met the edge of the pool table as he held on for dear life. The tiny droplet of sweat trailed down his forehead stopping at the curve of his lips. His chest heaved up and down, his bare skin gleamed as the waves of pleasure started to wear off. The sight of him entirely destroyed by your touch made you weak in the knees. His figure could make any ancient Greek god quiver in fury and jealousy.
Unexpectedly you lifted two fingers to his shaft collecting some of his juices, feeling him throb under your fingertips. Startled by your sudden action Nicky involuntarily pulled himself back. He gaped his lips in order to protest but all he could do was to stay completely still, open-mouthed due to the breathtaking vision of you doing the filthiest thing that you possibly could do at that moment. You let your tongue peak between your lips as you placed your fingers that glistened with his juices inside your mouth. Savoring his taste as your eyelashes fluttered with interest, unaware of the ferocious man that was counting seconds to devour you. Nicky couldn’t hold back as he let out an animalistic groan. He fled from his previous position closing the distance between you two rather quickly. You couldn’t grasp the expression he currently held. His eyebrows furrowed, his orbs were dark leaving no space for any sort of emotion, his jaw was clenched so tightly forcing his lips to form into a thin line. He hastily dipped down and grabbed you by your waist. Surprised by the harsh impact of his hand against the curve of your back you latched your hands on his forearms. He lifted you from the ground and placed you, more precisely, tossed you on the pool table. Holding both of your wrists above your head as he forced you on your back. Unintentionally you arched back allowing your chest to press against his.
“You are playing a very dangerous game (y/n).”
You playfully struggled under his grip, trying to free yourself. As the movements of your body accelerated so did the friction between you too. The missing warmth of your clothes was quickly recovered by his bare skin against yours. His grip tightened around your wrist as the serious look on his face explained more than his words could.
“Who are you and what have you done to my Nicholas.”
His wicked smirk was becoming more prominent taking over his serious attitude, providing you a foretaste of what was about to come.
“That sap left the moment ya got me wrapped around your little game, sweets.”
He glued his eyes on yours as he observed your figure with pure interest, noticing every single shift of your joints to every curve of your skin. You felt your body start to heat up under the influence of his amused grin, almost as if he was belittling you. You stirred on your spot trying to get some sort of relief for your arousal but your attempts went unnoticed. Nicky lowered his head towards your face, keeping his impassive demeanor all the while.
“To answer your question, I’m both your most terrifying nightmare and your wildest dream.”
He slowly stood up the warmth of his skin leaving you stranded, unlike his tight grip which was the only thing holding you back from consuming all he has to offer. He parted your legs, settling himself between them.
“Well… ‘Which one?’ you may ask…”
He hooked his fingers at the hem of your underwear toying with it and dragging it down in an agonizingly slow pace, torturing you in his ways.
He let his lips fall onto the soft skin of your inner thighs, trailing up to the place where you need him the most. The prickling sensation of his wet lips on your skin was enough to make your heart beat out of control. He abruptly stopped just when a luscious moan was about to roll out of your lips.
“That’s for me to know and for you to find out.”
Trying to comprehend this new side of him you searched for words to respond but unfortunately, you were silenced by your own confusion. You soon found yourself unable to think straight. His teeth grazed upon your sensitive flesh, pulling down the last piece of obstacle between you, him, and utmost pleasure. His slender fingers crept up to your sex brushing against it. As the stroke of his fingertips against your skin grew, the violent feeling of euphoria surrounded every single cell and nerve you had. Having lost every sense of self-control and willpower, intelligible words and verbs tangled with the absolute feeling of ecstasy spilled out of your lips. Finally, the feeling of the long stripe that his tongue peeking out of his velvety lips drew upon your sex knocked you out of your sense of reality.
“Nicky–”
“Go on.”
He said, picking up the momentum as he continued. He enjoyed the mouthwatering taste of your fluids as he listened to the serenade of your moans of pleasure.
“I’d love to hear what you gotta say.”
He continued, his tone was threatening in a way almost as if he was trying to warn you to choose your words correctly. Who knows? The consequence of your wrong moves might lead up to Nicky being an ultimate tease or allow you to experience a mindblowing orgasm. You struggled against the velvety cover of the pool table with the longing for a release. Nicky was quick to notice your patience wearing of piece by piece.
“What’s the wrong, cat’s got your tongue?”
His eyes bore into yours as he licked another long stripe upon your tender skin and blew on it, sending vigorous signals to every part of your being. Your body, at last, got the final push for the release it was crying out for. The pads of your fingers met his messy locks, the overwhelming sensation of tipping off of the edge got you arching and squirming against the table. He shamelessly lapped your fluids, collecting them with the tip of his tongue. Nicky slowly lifted his head to your direction, allowing you to explore the mess you just created. His golden tinted hair was a tousled mess, his eyes were blatantly overthrown by the power of lust. Your addictive essence was dripping down his bottom lip to his chin, creating a beautiful but more so a filthy scenery.
“…Sweeter than sweet…”
He brushed his thumb at the edge of his chiseled jaw, cleaning the product of your arousal as his tongue focused on his bottom lip savoring the rest. Smitten by this erratic side of him, you held him by his shoulder and pulled him close.
“Please-”
Upon your plea, his digits lightly caressed your overly stimulated tissue. His touch shifted towards your entrance as the smirk on his face became more and more evident. His other hand ran up and down your thighs pushing your boundaries, the boundaries that you weren’t sure if existed anymore.
“Tell me, love. Say the word and we can make this last all night.”
His voice was low and husky, his tone unmasked all of the filthy ideas his mind had to offer. He blamed these ideas on his heart that was drunken with wine and your love.
“Give it to me.”
Your impatience was pushing you to beg for more. Nicky raised his brows in consideration, expecting more clarity.
“All of you.”
He placed his hands under your calves, sliding up below your knee. You felt him flush against your entrance. The sight of him was more than enough to tease you on its own, or even more so, to torture you.
“Already yours.”
Soon after his confession, his lips collided to yours as he guided himself in. You separated from the kiss, gasping from the intense feeling of him inside you. Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly, your nails dipping on the soft curves of his shoulder blades. He had plenty to say about the way he felt at that moment but not enough words to do so. Encouraging you to open your legs further, Nicky went in as far as your body allowed him to.
“What a sweetheart you are, taking me so well like this.”
He softly whispered as he buried his head to your chest, nipping on the tender skin. He started to leave a trail of marks down to your nipple, speaking of which, he kindly engulfed in his mouth.
The rhythm of his thrust got faster and faster, sending jolts of pleasure down your spine. Your moans started to chase his. You sealed your eyelids shut and let the darkness embrace you.
“Oh fuck-“
Nicky interrupted you by picking up the pace rapidly. Muffling incoherent words left and right, you held onto him as if he was your lifeline. His hips snapped against yours relentlessly, tearing you apart. Your mind was a complete train wreck, you couldn’t even piece two and two together.
The shallow sound of his breathing filled your ears, this portrayal of his excitement made your heart flutter. He tangled his fingers to yours, clasping your hands tightly as if you would slip away from his fingertips if he didn’t hold you well enough. The boiling sensation of arousal at the pit of your stomach was reminding you of how close you were for your release.
“Nicky please…”
He locked his eyes, then his lips to yours silencing your pleas with an earth-shattering kiss. He tugged onto your bottom lip with his teeth, assaulting the soft skin and leaving a light trail of wetness behind. Your body ached for release as the mellow sound of your moans and his panting combined. Reaching your high full of bliss, you started to feel lightweight. A feeling that could be best described as tiptoeing on the endless skies.
Unfortunately, your pathway on cloud 9 came to a dead-end with the sharp sound of ringing. You and Nicky both turned towards the device that was viciously vibrating on the desk.
He debated whether or not to take that call or to enjoy your sweet warmth. He honestly didn’t mind the ear wrenching sound knowing that the noises you make while you are writhing with pleasure would cancel them out.
“I think we could use some background music.” He whispered jokingly as he peeled his eyes away from the phone.
“Oh, I think you should take it, it hasn’t stopped ringing. It must be important.” You giggled, definitely not wanting him to leave your side as much as he did. His eagerness brought you lots of joy, seeing him constantly stumbling upon excuses to be with you all the time excited you. It truly showed you how much he was willing to sacrifice in the name of love. Even though now the situation was a bit more diverse, not taking that call could lead to bad consequences.
“…and also there is no harm in testing my patience.” You sang seductively, encouraging him further.
“Confident, aren’t we ?” Your attempts backfired thanks to his flirtatious persona.
“You could say that or is it that you don’t trust me.” You playfully hit his arm as you pursed your lips.
He let out a breathy laugh as he removed himself from you. Already missing the feeling of fullness that his manhood gave, you let out a sigh. His gesture made you think that he was going to take the call but you were quick enough to realize that, that wasn’t the case. Nicky lowered himself to your ear and he tilted his head towards your face, his cherry pink lips caressing the soft flesh of your earlobe as his eyes clashed with yours. Those cherry pink lips of his were almost like an invitation to war. A war where both parties have nothing to lose but much to gain.
“Ah, I never doubted my trust. Ask me for my life and I’ll give it to ya. No questions asked.” The wicked grin on his face complimented his words. He moved closer to your lips, stopping as his hovered above yours. The off-putting sound seemed to fade away, presumably, because of the strikingly dashing devil on top of you distracting you with his sinful gaze. Teasing your entrance with the soft brushing of his tip, your hips mimicked his slow strokes trying to get some sort of contact.
“…but do you trust yourself.”
His fingertips dug into the soft flesh of your thighs, spreading them further. The look on his face fed the flames of desire. Then, without warning, he slammed his rigid member back in. Earning a loud yelp of surprise from you. He clung onto your hips as he let out a flavorful groan. As if it was waiting for the perfect moment to ruin it all, the ringing sound echoed from the phone once again. Nicky’s chest rose with a distressed huff as his fingers danced through his soft locks. You both turned your heads back at the same time looking at how both of you were so unbelievably frustrated. The table shook beneath you as Nicky’s palms roughly hit the table.
“It better be important if not… i’ll let the muzzle of the gun talk.” He removed himself away from you yet again. Angrily lifting his pants that pooled around his ankles as he roughly grabbed the silver edge of his belt, continuing to grumpily murmur to himself under his breath.
“I’ll take them to the other side, personally.”
You couldn’t fight the feeling of amusement. Unable to hold yourself back from laughing, you clasped your hand against your mouth. Not knowing which one is more entertaining; your frustration or his.
He left a sweet kiss on your cheek before moving towards the phone.
“Don’t miss me too much.” He said sending a cheeky wink with the click of his tongue. Unlike his flirty attitude, his brows were furrowed and his lips still held a pout. He looked like a kid that got his candy stolen.
“Oh, I can’t promise that.” You said, running a finger down your chest towards your core all while keeping your eyes on him. Your actions almost brought him to his knees. Revenge is a dish best served cold after all. Well, in your case the dish was steaming hot but that’s not the point.
“You are gonna regret that- Hello ?” He lifted the handset of the telephone as he made himself comfortable in the armchair.
“Ah, Ralph. I really do hope that what you’re about to say is urgent because if not, tell me what color you prefer your casket to be and I’ll make it happen.”
Ralph was quite successful at interrupting your rendez-vous with Nicky. This definitely wasn’t the first or will not be the last time that he is playing the role of a love repellent but you know what they say 'Third time is a charm.’ The waves of your post-orgasm crashed with your hunger for more. Making Nicky’s lap look like the best seat and his lips look like the finest wine at the house. In other words, who were you to sit and wait when you could take a sip and enjoy the ride?
Wearing a sugarcoated smirk, you hopped off of the table. Wetting your lips with your tongue as you inched closer to his glorious figure. Nicky, on the other hand, was fully focused on his plans that consisted of killing someone particularly called Ralph Della Rosa.
“So they are not willing to accept the conditions? As expected, when can we settle this- uh.” Nicky’s words were cut short by your wandering hands upon his groin.
Ralph’s hands quickly skimmed over the pages of his notebook, full of names of their business associates. He placed the cap of the pen between his lips tugging it slightly as his eyes scanned each name. He underlined a couple of phone numbers and flipped the pen between his fingers.
“Needless to say, not soon. You know how Rossi is with his dough, boss. We need to have a word with his dogs beforehand.”
You took your time and placed both of your knees at the side of his legs, straddling his helpless figure. Keeping him captive under your spell as you rolled your hips against his lap. Giving life to the friction you both deeply craved. Nicky’s hand gripped the handset tighter, his chest rose with each deep and strangled breath he took. Time seemed to stop, his consciousness betrayed him by distracting him of the fact that he was still on the phone. He was tongue-tied, words were too stubborn to spill out of his lips. Whereas you were enjoying this a little too much for your liking.
“Ya follow, boss?”
Ralph, baffled by the sudden silence on the line, checked the cable of the phone by pulling it closer assuming that the connection might be interrupted. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, catching the barman’s attention. Pointing his eyes towards the phone, he requested the approaching barman’s assistance on the problem.
In the meantime, Nicky, who thoroughly submitted to his wildest desires, struggled to snap out of his state of euphoria. Your lips found his collarbones, peppering them with delicate kisses. His brows drew together as your kisses reached the sensitive flesh of his ear.
His hands trembled in anticipation as your body rocked against his once again, followed by his trembling voice.
“Uh- I couldn’t quite catch that. What were you sayin’?”
The barman crouched down, fumbling with the colorful wires. Ralph drew his drink near as his eyes caught a nice figure from two tables apart. He kept his focus on the gorgeous vision in front of him, letting his eyes do the talking. The lovely figure pulled the cork out of the wine bottle and filled both of the glasses on the table to the brink. They pushed one of the glasses towards his direction as they took the other one in their hand. Taking an agonizingly slow sip as they fixed their gaze on his. Sex appeal dripping from their orbs.
“I’m saying that we gotta keep his men in check. If not, we need to proceed with plan B which will end up with us fighting like Kilkenny cats till one party sees the bitter end.”
You tugged Nicky’s pants down until they met the glossy floor. His tense and throbbing sex rubbing against your sleek entrance. Taken aback by your menacing action, his free hand gripped the armrest. He wanted to stop but there was no way he can go back when the thought of your warmth wrapping around him had already poisoned his mind. The probability of getting caught at any moment was not rational but the rush it gave was beyond comprehension. Any slight change in his tone could give him away and that reality thrilled him. The adrenaline pumped through his veins as his body begged for more. At last, you sucked in a deep breath as you lowered yourself onto him. Unfortunately, Nicky couldn’t stop a delicious groan from slipping out of his lips. The handset almost dropped out of his hand as he gripped your thigh with panic.
To your utter despair, you were caught red-handed. Ralph was at loss for words as he quickly stuck the phone against his ear covering the speaker outlet with his other hand. As if it could get any worse, the consequence of his agitated action was the wire dragging his booze down onto his lap.
Holding a blank stare down his, now wet, tailored pants he took a deep breath and tried his best to calm himself down. Soon, his eyes met with barman’s, realizing that he wasn’t the only witness of this explicit sound.
“Nicky are you okay over there ?” he muttered as he tried to cover the anger and the anxiety in his tone with a bitter chuckle. It’s not every day that he gets to hear his boss making very sexual noises. Not to mention that he was also very much traumatized by the fact that he knew exactly who he was with.
He snatched the silver cig case from the table and pulled out a roll in the most aggressive way imaginable. Reminded by the sticky and bothersome feeling of the fabric against his leg, his eyes shot up at his “love interest” who was wearing a rather bold smile. His chest filled with more embarrassment than pride, he lit up his cig and leaned back closing his eyes. Now, it was his imagination that ran wild with thoughts full of ways that he could kill, the man himself, Nicky Valentino.
You tried to prevent yourself from roaring with laughter by burying your head on Nicky’s neck. Expecting him to be less enthusiastic about this mess, you eagerly waited for the awful excuses that he would come up with to justify it all.
“I have an important business… to take care of.”
To your surprise, his response was way vague than you expected. You turned towards him to catch a glimpse of his features only to encounter with a smile that looked like everything but pure.
His assertiveness was leaking from his strong grip around your waist. Almost as if it’s giving you a foreshadowing of his deadly plan.
“Fuck you, Nicky.” Hearing the annoying beeping sound of the dial tone, Ralph slammed the phone back in its place.
“You know, isn’t he already-”
“Shut up.” He cut the barman’s full of irony, and definitely unwanted humorous words.
However, the middle-aged man rose up from his crouched position, wholly amused by the atmosphere of the situation. He grabbed a bottle of Macallan and a glass with rocks placing them onto the table right in front of the devastated Sicilian gent.
“There is nothing that a good scotch malt can’t fix.” Ralph’s eyes met with the man who was very much in good spirits unlike him. The barman patted his shoulder as he moved in the opposite direction to interact with other fellow customers.
Now that he had his hands full with business and traumatic visuals filled with unwanted sexual innuendos, he grasped his head between his hands.
“Not only that fucker left me with a shit ton of business, but he also robbed me off of my date !” He held the glass tight as he observed his distorted reflection swing on the drink.
Nicky grabbed both of your thighs as he got up from the armchair, keeping you in his embrace. The pad of his palms felt soothing despite his rough touch and his nails digging onto your skin. Appalled by the sudden contact of the cold wall against your bare back, you tightened your grip by clinging to him.
“My, my,” he placed his lips upon yours as he spoke. His tone was way softer than the look he had on his face.
“When I can’t think of more, you find other ways to blow my mind.” His gaze slowly slid down to your lips, to your chest and to where you needed him the most.
“Aren’t you full of surprises.” He pressed his length against you, your patience was hanging on a thin thread. Wearing of every second he wasted by not giving you what you both yearned for.
“I can tell how much you like this.” He wasn’t wrong, the anticipation of feeling him in this new position was exciting you more than ever. Not getting what you want sexually frustrated you, of course. Even so, it didn’t change the fact that his new attitude awakened your arousal yet again.
“You know that you’re going to pay for that little stunt you pulled there, right ?”
“Oh, please tell me, how exactly am I supposed to do that?” tagging along with his game, you gave him a daring look.
“We can start by putting that beautiful lips of yours to good use.” Concerned and thrilled by this new and very much naughty side of him, you tilted your head with curiosity.
“Tell me more.”
“I give you what both of us are craving for, and you sing me a song with those sweet purrs of yours, my love.”
Not sparing you a single moment, he rammed his manhood inside of you. Shaken by him catching you off guard, you let out a moan. A very loud one to be more specific.
“You screaming for me? That’s more than I could ever ask for.” Regardless of his confidence, he seemed to struggle to spill out the words.
Letting out a ferocious groan, he pressed your back even further, trapping you between his heaving chest and the wall. His movements became more and more frantic as the empty room filled with the sound of his skin against yours. Infatuated with the various sensations you were feeling at that moment you let all of the control slip out of your hands, letting yourself become a writhing mess under his complete mercy. Nicky locked his lips to yours, his tongue danced along with yours pulling you into a kiss that tasted like flames and felt like a bonfire.
His pace was almost inhuman. Incoherent sentences, a couple of swear words, and the irregular sound of your breathing became your way of communication. He stimulated your senses further with the help of his hands, provoking your release. The feeling of your orgasm became almost overbearing.
“Fuck- Nicky. Harder.”
As if he wasn’t motivated enough to turn you into a trainwreck, your words led him to go all in. He kneeled, dropping you on the floor and wasting no time to place himself on top of you causing you to yelp in surprise.
Not separating himself from you, he lifted your hips as he went, again, all in. Holding you in place as he ruined you.
“Your wish is my command, (y/n).”
He relentlessly fed your sex with his length, deep and hard. Starting to lose your grip on senses you tightened your hold on his back, your eyes rolled back.
“Let go, (Y/N). Come for me, love.” Experiencing some sort of supernova, you did what he asked. Simultaneously reaching your high, the last thing you remembered before getting lost in the sea of sensations was Nicky’s subtle grunts.
Nicky rolled over to your side as he tried to steady his breathing, observing the tiny light spectacles of the spotlight on the ceiling. Turning his head towards your godly figure, he took a deep breath and opened his arms.
“Come here.”
Using the tiniest bit of energy you have left in your body, you let yourself fall in his soothing embrace.
“I didn’t expect you teaching me 8 ball would cost more than an arm and leg.” He chuckled before placing a kiss on top of your hand, soft and mild.
“You come here often?“ Before you could respond to his question he ran his hand through his hair and threw a flirtatious look.
"Allow me to introduce myself, I’m Nicky Valentino and I’ll use any opportunity to get a taste of you, sweet thing.”
You hit him in the chest and bury your head in the crook of his neck, trying to muffle your laughter.
“Oh, cut it out, Valentino.”
“If you give me something to blabber about, the least that I can do is to put this mouth to good use, isn’t it ?”
You raised your head only to reveal your shocked expression. Mockingly using his previous dirty talking and doing nothing but embarrassing both of you? Unacceptable.
“Dare I say if you keep talking like that I will give that mouth something to make it shut up.”
“Oh, now you got me excited all over again.”
You placed both of your hands on your face, sighing right before both of you burst in laughter. As you both calmed down he lowered his gaze upon yours, gliding his fingertips along the curve of your jawline. His tone suddenly dropped lower than your underwear did on the glossy floor of the speakeasy.
“Make me would ya ?” He whispered as he closed his eyes and slowly inched closer to your slightly abused cherry pink lips.
“Nicky ?”
“mhmm ?” He quietly murmured, not willing to open his eyes.
“Nicky wake up, my love”
“Huh ?” The deathlike feeling of staying in the same position for a long time ghosted over him.
Surprised to find himself fully clothed in his study room, his eyes shot wide open as the series of filthy memories started to pour out of his subconscious.
You softly held his hand, lifting it up to your lips as your eyes bore into his. Feeling yourself getting lost in the hue of emotions that his eyes so kindly reflected, you let your soft lips caress his knuckles.
“Nicky, your hands are on fire.”
His mind went astray at the sight of your lovely gesture, completely blinded by your touch he quietly uttered his words.
“I wonder why.”
Maybe it’s because of your every single move that made him fall into a vortex of deja vu, filled with the visions of you under his grip or maybe it was your deadly touch that got him holding his breath, making him feel giddy on your love.
Whatever it may be, dream or not, it caressed his soul ever so gently. Creating thunderstorms of emotions inside his mind with every touch being equivalent of an epiphany. Every contact of skin, every word that fell from your lips setting a fire that had him burning from within.
He pulled his hand away and placed them onto the side of the desk, pushing himself away from it. Then he leaned down sliding an arm around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. He placed a light kiss on your shoulder as he tilted your head to the side, urging you to focus your gaze on him. No space left for worries or distractions. No place for bitter interruptions or misunderstandings. Just you and him, hand in hand, skin to skin.
“Would you care to dance with me, my love ?”
You were taken aback from his sudden invitation that seemed to come out of the blue. Regardless of his action tickling your curiosity, you decided to not question his whys or wherefores as you slowly nodded. Falling for his trap that definitely had something to do with his soft expression, sleepy eyes, and messy hair. You stood up as you held his hand, urging him to follow you. Nicky let you take the lead as his main objective was only to see your smile lighting up the darkness of the night.
“No music ?”
“I don’t think we need Tchaikovsky’s Romance in F minor when I have a better song in mind, I need your help though.”
You raised a brow to his words as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
“I would love to help though I’m not the best at singing-.”
“Don’t sell yourself short, toots. There is no way that any musician can beat the sound of your sweet laughter.” His words painted your cheeks in crimson red, making you incapable of constraining your laugh.
“There we go, that’s more like it.”
Nicky realized that you not only tainted his dreams but also captured his heart in the palm of your hands. He was more than willing to fully surrender to your spell, you held the reins of his feelings after all. That night two souls shared one love that had the power to cure the incurable, fix the unfixable, and do the impossible.
Two souls collided under the shadow of the same roof, two bodies touched igniting the fervor within them and made it bloom.
Your hands laid upon one another as you let the moonlight and the dance guide you to the end of the night.
A/N: 1) I tried to keep it vanilla because Nicky ?? Rough ?? I mean… We’ll see what future might bring but not for now ;))
2) It is 3 a.m right now so ignore the sloppy concept this is my first time writing a smut and English isn’t my first language so please don’t mind the grammar mistakes.
3) I don’t want this fandom to starve because there is like what ??? 3 fanfics about my mans Nicky (he deserves better!!)
Lastly, if you have any prompts for fanfics/hc let me now ;)
Summary: Let’s pretend that Ralph didn’t cockblock you and Nicky for a hot second… Nicky is a “gentleman” but does he have enough willpower to hold himself away while you are purring his name ? - you already now the answer -
“Hold on. Just hear me out” Nicky bends forward and nestles his face into the side of yours, nibbling on your earlobe. He kisses the side of your neck then moves his lips down to your throat. “I’m listening.” You choke out the words. The feeling of warmth creeps up to your cheeks. His lips meet your collar bone, and you can feel those familiar goosebumps rise on your skin. “Good, ‘cause I got a lot more to say” Nicky whispers as the wicked smile on his face compliments his words. You slowly close your eyes, leaving your mind and body to the ecstasy of his delicate touch. His kisses start to trail down to your chest and then he stops dead in his tracks. “Uh- Nicky what’s wrong?—” your voice sounding almost like a plead. “My love, I— don’t know what came over me. Are you alright ?” He says as he combs his hand through his hair, unable to look you in the eye.
Alright ? That wasn’t your exact word of choice for what he was making you feel like. “Nicky I-”
“I overstepped my boundaries, seeing you on the bed, like this. Forgive me—”
“Nicky, I need you.”
His eyes wide boring into yours. Just when you started to second guess the thoughts that you spilled, he starts to inch closer to your helpless figure. “That was all I needed to hear.” Nicky says, crashing your lips together. He places his hands on your hips as you arch your back, allowing for you to press yourself against his broad chest. The thought of his naked skin bringing warmth over your body started to invade your mind. Separating your lips, Nicky lowers himself down. “May I?” he asks, seeing your small nod he slowly pushes the thin strap of your dress revealing your cleavage.
“Oh my.”
You whimper at his comment as he peppers your sensitive skin with light kisses. The strap of your dress completely falls down revealing your breasts in all its glory. Your hands automatically go up, covering them, totally unsure of where this feeling of shyness comes from. Presence of Nicky gave you the feeling of total security and comfort but you couldn’t help yourself feeling vulnerable about revealing your body to the man that makes you go weak at the knees.
“I don’t know if it’s the right time for me to be honest, but I have to let you know that I’d kill to see more of you (y/n). Would you mind… toots?” Aware of your distress, he says. You let your hands loose, exposing yourself. Silk material of you dress glides lower. You can swear that you heard Nicky growl at your sight. Losing his control, he lets his tongue wonder around your nipple. Unable to control yourself you moan, letting your fingers pull his hair. As he continues to show love to your body, your hands find his tie and pull it hard enough to let it completely loose. Nicky raises his head and finds himself looking into your eyes. The fact that you drive him unbelievably crazy made him feel like a mess. He couldn’t complain though. He loved the effect you had on him.
Your let your fingertips fumble with the buttons on his collar, opening them one by one. Nicky straightens himself taking off his shirt.
His dark stare is filled with lust and utter adoration. You gasp at the sight of him shirtless. Yes, you’ve already seen him bare but now it’s different. The sexual tension is so heavy that makes it hard to breathe. As Nicky climbs on top of you back again, regaining your confidence you push your back up letting your bare chest touch his and the rest of the dress fall down.
“Madonna mia… (y/n) are you sure that this is a movie ? Because to me it feels more like a dream.” He says as he lowers his eyes, memorizing every inch of you. To hide you’re blushing at his words, you turn your head to the side.
“You have no idea what your presence does to me.” his lips brush against yours. You crave more of him.
“First jobs are like losing your virginity: you gotta do it and when it’s all over, you never wanna do it again.” He says looking at the sunset.
“Uh oh. Didn’t have a pleasant first time did we?” You say turning to him.
Nicky smirks as he tilts his glass back and takes a drink.
“That’s besides the point.”
“Is he enjoying this ?” You wonder as your mind reminds you of the conversation you had while you were on the rooftop with Nicky. Your hand glides through his hair, to his neck and his chest. The burning sensation that your hand gives to his skin makes his skin flushed. Finally your hand settles on the hem of his pants and you let your fingertips softly start tugging them. “Excited aren’t we.” He takes your hands and puts them at the side of your head intertwining them with his. “I think it is still my turn, sugar.” His kisses start to trail down to your stomach inching closer to your underwear.
“Would you mind if I get taste, love ? I wonder if you taste as sweet as you sound.” He says looking at you. You mumble something incoherent. Hoping that Nicky takes it as a “yes”. He pushes himself lower while pushing up and keeping your legs apart, he starts kissing your inner thighs. Nicky gets closer to your aching core grazing his fingertips against it. You can’t help but whimper at his sight. At this moment you desperately want his attention and nothing else. He looks up at you.
“mhm- Nicky-.”
He pulls your underwear off. You close your eyes.
“Bella mia, look at me.”
You open your eyes back again, seeing him portraying the million dollar smile of his. Nicky dips his head and lets his damp tongue slide onto your folds pressing on your clit.
Your vision gets dizzy as your moans get louder. “Holy-. This is better than I imagined.”
“Oh, now you tell me (y/n).”
“Shit. Did I say that out loud”. You can feel his finger near your entrance.
“so wet…for me ?” It wasn’t really a question because he knew the answer. He smirks as he suddenly slides one finger inside of you. You gasp, pulling his hair you invite him closer to your core. “This is too much— I can’t-” As the stimulation gets the best of you he inserts another finger.
“Fuck— Oh my god Nicky-” just when you were seconds away from tipping off the edge he takes his fingers out.
“As much as I’d like to do this for hours, I don’t think I’ll be able to hold on much longer toots.”
Your eyes catch a glimpse of his bulge. Gulping, you slowly sit up on the bed.
“I want to get a taste too… you know.” Unexpectedly there was no trace of embarrassment in your tone. Nicky tilts his head back letting out a soft moan.
“My girl, if I waste another second instead of experiencing how well you’d take me I might explode.” You crawl closer to him and open up the button of his pants and then drag the zipper down. This is the first time you’ve seen Nicky look so dangerous yet so vulnerable. He looked like he could ruin you right here, right now. He let his pants drop pushing you back against the bed. As he gets on top of you he finds himself lost in your eyes. While the silence devoured the atmosphere, you two kept staring at each other. Taking a deep breath, Nicky plants a soft kiss on your forehead and then to the tip of your nose as he positions himself at your entrance. Then you hear him say something that makes your heart skip a beat.
“(y/n)- I love you”.
He slowly goes in and gives you time to adjust to his size.
“Jesus— (y/n) you feel so good.”
“Nicholas—-“
Nicky slowly picks up the pace and buries his face on your neck. His intoxicating smell overwhelms you as you get closer to your orgasm.
“Come for me love” he says, feeling that you are on the edge and with that you let yourself become undone with him following you right after.
After your release he collapses on top of you, breathing heavily. You comb through his hair while riding down your high. He hides his face in the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“Nicky ?”
No response.
“I love you too.”
You can feel him smiling. He slowly turns his head up giving you a kiss on the cheek.
a/n: this is terribly short but I jot it down soon after I read the chapter 11 and I was in my feelings. I hope that the quality makes up for the quantity of the words. Let me know what you think !
I didn’t proofread but are you even surprised ?
warning: sorrow, sadness and feelings.
Cold. It felt truly cold.
Not only his hands but also his words. Every syllable threading the atmosphere surrounding us, you could say that it was a night without the stars.
“It’s the dead end, (y/n).”
Have you ever desperately refused to believe something to the point where you denied it’s existence in the first place ?
If you did not before, now you certainly did.
“Nicky-“
“I’m sorry.”
He is sorry, “for what ?” you can’t help but wonder.
The promises he couldn’t keep ? Absolutely not.
He promised to love you, indeed he did.
In fact he did it so purely and so blindly that he signed his death with his bare hands.
He did it so genuinely that each smile he managed to paint on your gorgeous face made up for every risk he took, every sacrifice he made.
He loved you so deeply that every intake of breath equaled a thunder that made the darkest of the seas quake.
There was nothing to apologize for, you thought.
Unfortunately, you thought wrong.
“It was all a mistake.”
Your chuckle echoed in the room.
“…a mistake ?”
The short pause accompanied the empty look in your eyes.
It wasn’t the tears that pooled around your eyes, it was the absolute disbelief.
“…us ?”
A single word managed to cut through Nicky’s breath.
What was he thinking ?
He wasn’t thinking, which was exactly what he needed to do in order to have the courage to do the right thing.
He was ready to sacrifice anything in order to keep you safe.
Nicky Valentino x Reader x Uncle!Ralph Della Rosa pt.1
a/n: Okay I had to post this, I know it’s short but I’ve been feelin’ really soft lately idk what’s happening to me lmao. I will be doing a part 2 for this. Let me know if you got any ideas !!! My inbox and messages are always open.
If you know me well enough, you shouldn’t expect this to be proofread toots.
I really can’t write headcanons but that only pushes me to do it more…
Your relationship with Ralph has been a little shaky from the start, You affecting Nicky’s so-called toughness and transforming his personality (for good) has changed his opinion on you.
The tension between you two lasted for a long time causing you to mess with each other. No ill intentions were involved whatsoever, both of you were worried about Nicky in different ways.
That lasts until one night at speakeasy after you and Ralph both had fought with Nicky. You went to the speakeasy for some stress relief drinks, seeing Ralph on the barstool sitting alone you decided to accompany him.
Ralph upon seeing you tried to look composed, pushing the stool back for you.
“ I guess we are here for the same reason (y/n).”
“I guess we are Della Rosa. Who knew that you and I would drink for the same burden?”
He smiled, getting a bottle of fine whiskey and filling a double for you.
You and Ralph started to talk about the things that happened over the past month, laughing and drinking on the side.
“Well, you aren’t that bad, your highness. Alcohol helps it seems.”
He says nudging you slightly with his arm, smirking.
“Shut it, Della Rosa. Tell me about this singer that has been eyeing you for the past 20 minutes. I don’t know whether if she wants to take you home or to kill you but it’s obvious that you two got something going on.”
Ralph laughs sincerely, calling the bartender with a gesture.
“We need a lot more whiskey for that, are you ready for the adventures of the ladies man Ralph Della Rosa ?”
“Shoot!”
After the night that started your friendship, you two became closer each day passing by.
That got Nicky really confused at first, seeing that you two ganged up against him most of the time being reckless individuals as you are.
Then again, he was certainly happy for it because seeing the two people he trusted and cared the most were finally getting along.
You shared your best memories with these two successful Sicilian men with childish souls and kind hearts.
At some point, Ralph was so committed to your friendship that he even threatened Nicky that he would leave his side if he ever thought of leaving you.
This brilliant threat has led Nicky to propose to you, proving his utmost love and adoration towards you.
Let me tell you, Ralph was so fucking happy that he almost shed a tear like damn is this what true love looks like?
Oh ! by the way, Ralph’s behavior towards you has never changed. You two were bickering and sarcastically attacking each other just like before.
“I missed messing with ya, your highness. I realized that it took a lot of effort to be kind to one another. I want none of that nonsense.”
You hit his arm as you continued
“Well, I do. I ain’t raising my child to be a street fighter.”
Ralph laughed, thoroughly entertained by your words.
But then he stopped dead in his tracks.
“Raising your child…? No way.”
You twirled around showing your amused figure.
“I hope you’re ready to be an Uncle, Ralphie. It’s going to be a wild ride.”
Ralph gives you the most heartwarming smile followed by the biggest hug.
a/n: Well… Hello my gorgeous readers ! Today I don’t have a lot to say other than hit me up with requests, let me know your opinions about my scriptio and don’t be afraid to message me to discuss/fangirl about TATW anytime you’d like.
(I couldn’t proofread :,( your foreign girl has no time on her hands because of the major exams ahead of her so…)
