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Mafioso always tended to be too busy for any sort of romantic endeavors. Anyone who seeked him out tended to not be of his interest, as they were always women. Although it made him feel special, he is openly not interested in women. Therefore, he often feels alone. He is a virgin, but not because he can’t attract anyone. In contrast, he can’t find anyone he’s truly attracted to who isn’t only into him for some sort of rush.
Well, that was until he met chance. Although he couldn’t bring himself to talk to them, he often thought about them. Chance came from a rich background, owned a casino, the works.. And Chance’s attitude always endeared Mafioso from afar. The way he behaved like he had nothing to lose, and the way that he was so damn pretty. Unlike others who possessed such wealth, his heart wasn’t rotten with greed.
Which was why Mafioso eventually came to meet Chance. Mafioso didn’t gamble a whole bunch, and his goal of the night was more to become familiar with Chance rather than gain any money. He felt like it was necessary, so he also booked a room for the night. It would provide him a short break for the time, anyways.
Wearing his black coat, large boots and dark fedora, he entered Chance’s family owned casino. Eyes quickly locked onto Mafioso, but he didn’t mind, having been used to this. He just hoped that maybe Chance wouldn’t also behave so strangely, like Mafioso was some sort of outcast.
Mafioso waited patiently until Chance wasn’t occupied with anything else to approach him and ask if they could get drinks together. Chance obviously wasn’t very used to that sort of approach from someone, but something about the way Mafioso asked in such a friendly way, like they were already friends, made him say yes without thinking too much.
Less than 45 minutes later, Chance wasn’t exactly drunk, but they could feel the buzz quickly. He knew better than to drink too much anyways, he didn’t want their parents to find him wasted and limping.
Mafioso, practically intolerant to alcohol, sipped casually while they conversed about simple things. Their backgrounds, experiences with other people, just some simple hobbies they had.. and Chance was in love, like a dumb, submissive puppy. He found himself wondering why they were so soft around this man whom they had just met, but they didn’t manage many friends, and despite his charm he really didn’t have relationship experience. Chance’s eyes occasionally darted to Mafioso’s black leather belt, accessorized with a pair of handcuffs and chains.
"W—Well, do you have a room? I mean, surely you aren’t gonna ‘arrest’ me here, where my family might see.." Chance's voice shakes, but he knew Mafioso's confidence will always overpower his own.
Mafioso lead Chance to his room, shutting and locking the door behind them. He pins Chance down on the bed, growling, "I need to break you," as he presses his body against theirs. Chance sputters as Mafioso carelessly puts two fingers in his mouth, demanding, "Suck on them. Now." Chance's body quivers with arousal as he obeys, swirling his tongue around Mafioso's fingers like they’re candy.
Mafioso groaned, pressing his hardness against the wet spot slowly forming in Chance's pants. "Fuck. Look at that, you’re such a whore," he teases, grinding against Chance, who whimpers and writhes with need. Mafioso pulls his fingers out and gives Chance a harsh, wet kiss, sucking on his tongue and teasing his teeth over it.
Realizing how aroused Chance is, Mafioso pulls away and groans cruelly, "Come on, Chance. You were so eager earlier, why don’t you beg now, while your slutty little pussy is crying for my attention?" His accent thickens as he licks and nibbles on Chance's neck, listening to their whimpers.
Chance stubbornly refuses to answer, so Mafioso grabs his face, glaring into his eyes. "Come on.. You know you want it," he urges. Realizing that this tactic won’t work, Chance finally murmurs weakly, "P—Please.. Please, touch me.. I want you to make me yours," before gasping once Mafioso immediately got to work to removing his pants.
Mafioso teases, "Oh, you smell so sweet, my dear. I want to taste you so fucking badly," before nudging at Chance's underwear and slowly pulling it down, revealing his glossy, throbbing cunt. Chance lets out a cry as Mafioso immediately begins to suck and lap at his clit, causing him to rut his hips up in pleasure.
Mafioso pulls away before Chance can cum, making them whine and writhe pathetically. He raises his body up and grabs his handcuffs, clattering them onto Chance’s wrists. He smiles with satisfaction before lapping at Chance’s wet pussy again, his fingers nudging at Chance’s tight hole and pushing two of them in, causing Chance to cry out.
Mafioso spits disrespectfully on Chance’s cunt, fucking two of his fingers into his hole knuckle-deep as he licks and sucks at their sore clit. His ears perk up to listen to Chance’s pathetic cries, but he mainly stays focused on devouring Chance’s wet cunt, addicted to the scent and taste, and the way that their body trembled.
"PpLleAsse..! Ooh fuck..! Fuck Fuckfuckfuck..!" Chance sobs, unable to help how close he is. Arousal leaks out of his hole, squelching noises reverberating humiliatingly. "Do you wanna cum, yeah?" Mafioso asks, and Chance replies with a desperate whimper and nod, grinding their hips up as he hits that sweet spot over and over again. Chance cries and sobs like a slut, their hips grinding up despite Mafioso’s superior strength. His cunt begins to clench tightly, and their body shakes and twitches with the desperate need to cum.
Mafioso groans against Chance’s cunt, enjoying the taste and continuing to lap and suck at it, not halting a bit even as Chance’s hips start to squirm up and down, their cries becoming increasingly depraved with each deep thrust of Mafioso’s fingers and hungry lick of his tongue. In no time, they are just a crying mess, sputtering pleas to cum, that they are so, so close, fighting against the handcuffs desperately. "Shh, shh baby. It’s harder to taste you when you’re squirming," Mafioso demands, his thick voice cutting through the noise of Chance’s desperate sobs with an annoyed edge as if they are inconveniencing him on purpose.
Chance finally lets go, letting out a desperate sob as they come hard, practically squirting all over Mafioso’s big fingers and greedy tongue. They pant desperately, their body sore, yet still craving more of this. "Oh my dear, your noises are divine," Mafioso praises, licking the rest of Chance’s arousal off of his lips impurely.
"Sshh—Shut up," Chance whines, their chest heaving. Mafioso grabs their face and makes them look up at him before he sticks his thumb into their mouth, urging it open. Chance hesitantly caves and opens their mouth, expecting Mafioso to put his fingers back in, but instead, Mafioso just carelessly spits in his mouth, and when Chance is shocked, he slaps their cheek, urging them to swallow it obediently.
"Oh, come on, dear. You know you like being mistreated, even if you have this lingering urge to still act like you have decency around me. You’re not fooling me, and you’re clearly not fooling yourself as well.." Mafioso soothes cruelly, watching with satisfaction as Chance gives in.
With a whine, Chance begins to grind their bare cunt against Mafioso’s clothed dick, causing him to become even harder, a little patch of Chance’s arousal showing on the expensive fabric. "Oh dear, stop that. You’re going to ruin my pants. Or maybe you’d like that, hm? For me to have permanent evidence that I made you a filthy slut before anyone else?" Mafioso’s voice is dark with threat, and that makes Chance whine and slow down their movements.
Mafioso sighs dramatically, only to tease Chance and begins to undo his belt, his black underwear barely exposing his arousal. "Do you need me, baby?" Mafioso asks, his voice harboring a cruel tone. Chance whines and eagerly nods, sure that Mafioso couldn’t be that difficult to take, especially when he’s so messy and wet.
"Oh, that’s cute, sweetheart. I don’t know if you really deserve it, though." Mafioso teases, pressing the tip of his girthy dick right against Chance’s tight hole. He teasingly presses into it with his tip without actually going in, causing Chance to shudder and tear up.
"Please.. Come on, you’ve made me wait for so long. I want you to claim me, please.." Chance murmurs, and Mafioso feeds off of every word, slowly pressing his tip inside of Chance, causing them to sob, thighs shaking.
"How long have I made you wait, yeah? Was this pretty cunt of yours already leaking as soon as I talked to you, sweetheart? Are you really so pathetic for attention that you’d lust over someone you barely even know?" Mafioso sputters cruelly, voice barely breaking as he grinds his leaking tip in and out of Chance, causing both of them to become even more desperate for one another.
"HMmPpHh.." Chance cries, looking away as he tries to urge Mafioso’s dick deeper inside, but he is too weak and restrained to really do anything but writhe. Mafioso grabs his face again, making them look at him. "Come on, my sweet toy. Would you rather me just fuck you like this for the night? It wouldn’t be so difficult to just admit it."
"Hhmph.. Mmafi.. I’ve— Gghah.. Desired you for a while," Chance admits with a whiny, trembling voice, before letting out a cry once Mafioso thrusts his length halfway inside, his thick girth ripping Chance apart. He continues his gentle grinding, groaning at how warm and wet Chance is around him, squeezing his dick like their body never wants it to leave.
"Yeah, that’s my good toy," Mafioso praises before holding Chance’s cheek, removing his glasses before gazing into their eyes admiringly. "So fucking pretty. You must be heaven-sent to squeeze me this good. Fucking slut.." He groans, unintentionally fucking his length deeper, his voice weakening with pleasure.
Mafioso, taking what he wants, positions Chance on their hands and knees, the handcuffs keeping them secure as he takes control. "You're going to take me now," he growls, his voice a mix of command and hunger. "And you're going to love it like the slut you are, even if you don't want to admit it."
He presses harshly against Chance, his dick teasing their entrance. Leaning down, he bites Chance's earlobe, his voice a low snarl, "Beg for it. Beg for me to claim you like the little slut you are."
Chance whimpers, their body trembling with a mix of nerves and anticipation. "P-please," they stammer, their voice soft and pleading. "Please, take me. Make me yours."
A cruel smile plays on Mafioso's lips as he begins to push inside, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring the feel of Chance yielding to him. "That's a good fucking slut," he murmurs, his voice deep as he continues to push in, his movements steady and purposeful. "Take it all. You were made for this. Made for me to use and enjoy."
Once he is fully sheathed, he pauses, giving Chance a moment to adjust. He leans down, capturing Chance's lips in a fierce kiss, his body pressing against theirs, his voice a low growl, "You feel so fucking good. So tight, and only mine to take."
He starts to move, his hips rolling in a steady, cruel rhythm. Each thrust is deep and purposeful, claiming Chance completely. He reaches around, his hand touching Chance’s clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts, his touch firm and confident, a teasing smile on his lips. "You like that, don't you? You like being my little plaything."
Chance can only moan and whimper, their body overwhelmed with sensation. They are utterly at Mafioso's mercy, and they know it. Their body tenses, their breath coming in short gasps as Mafioso brings them to the brink of orgasm, only to stop suddenly, cruelly toying with their release.
"Please," Chance begs, their voice a pathetic whimper. "Please, let me cum."
Mafioso laughs mockingly, a cold and cruel sound. "Not until I say so, you dumb slut," he snarls, his hips never stopping their brutal rhythm. "Your body belongs to me now. Every fucking part of you only belongs to me."
With a final, deep thrust, Mafioso decides to grant Chance their release, his voice a harsh command. "Cum for me. Now. Show me how much you love my dick ruining you."
Chance cries out, their body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over them. Their cunt clenches, spilling their release onto Mafioso's dick and the sheets below, their body shaking and spent.
Mafioso, feeling Chance's orgasm milking his own, lets go with a final, deep thrust, burying himself as deep as he can. He groans long and low, his voice a deep rumble of satisfaction mixed with a hint of cruelty as he finds his own release, filling Chance with his seed, marking them as his.
He pulls out slowly, a smug smile playing on his lips as he looks down at Chance, his voice still holding a tinge of meanness but softer than before, "You did well, my little pet. So fucking perfect for me."
He pulls Chance into his arms, holding them tightly, his body pressing against theirs, his voice a low murmur, "That was so special, wasn't it? Just you and me. No one else matters now."
Chance, their body sated and their mind blissfully hazy, snuggles into Mafioso's embrace, a content smile on their lips. They lie there, entwined in each other's arms, their bodies sated and their hearts full, knowing that they had just bound themselves to one another.