Living in this life, you've never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you're dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life o...
Warnings: 18+ please. Not so great smut lol, tattoos, language.
W/C: 677
This is a work of fiction.
Italian and Italian translation in italics. (The translations were run by someone who fluently speaks Italian, if there are any corrections to be made, please let me know!)
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Chris placed a kiss to your neck, his arms caging you in as he drove into you. He buried his face into your neck mumbling, "I love you, Y/N," against your exposed skin.
"I love y–" you gasped as he picked up the pace, his hips thrusting into you harder, "–fuck, oh my god," you moaned, your back arching off of the bed.
He smirked, keeping up with the same pace, "Sorry, what was that?" he teased, pushing himself up off of his elbows and looking down at you, "Guardami, cara," (look at me, dear/darling).
You forced your eyes open, your toes curling as your second orgasm built in your core, "Fuck," you whimpered, "I'm gonna come," you breathed out, your hands wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. His eyes were your weakness.
Your eyes left his briefly, flickering to a particularly red spot on his chest, right over his heart. You stilled, your eyes flickering back and forth from the new tattoo to his eyes.
He noticed the change in your demeanor and paused, following your gaze and smirking, "What?"
"Is that..." your thumb gently smoothed over the black letters.
"You like?"
You looked up at him, your lips parted in surprise, "That's my name."
He nodded, "It is."
"You tattooed my name on your chest?" you asked, your eyes once again flickering back and forth from the fresh ink to his cerulean eyes.
"Yup," he answered simply, still buried inside of you.
Why would he do that? "Chris... that's permanent."
He smiled softly, "I know, cara. That's the whole point."
"But it's my name..."
He chuckled, shifting his weight a little, "Are you planning on changing it?"
You rolled your eyes, "No."
"Are you planning on leaving me?"
"No!" you responded, scoffing.
"Great... so... you like?"
You smiled, shaking your head, "You're crazy."
His lips met yours softly, lingering for a moment before he pulled away, "That didn't answer my question."
You didn't want to admit it, but seeing your name inked onto his skin drove you crazy. You were ready to devour him. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you used your body to flip the two of you so you were straddling him, "Let me show you just how much."
*One Week Later*
You all but skipped through the house, calling out to Chris, "Baby?"
"In here," he called out from his study.
Smiling, you walked over, pushing the door open a little more, "Hey," your smile widened as you spotted him sitting at his desk.
He leaned back in his chair, eyebrow cocked, "What's gotten into you?"
"You," you chuckled and winked, "several times."
He jerked his chin, gesturing for you to come over to him. He scooted away from his desk, making room for you to sit on his lap.
Giddy, you walked over to him, plopping down, "How are you?"
"How are you?" he responded, eyes narrowing at your excitement.
You giggled, "Oh, pretty good. I have something to show you."
"Yeah?"
Nodding, you lifted your hand and flipped it, showing him your wrist. A tiny 'C' tattooed on your skin.
He grabbed your hand, staring at the fresh ink.
You got a little nervous after he remained silent, "I was gonna get your whole name, but the guy at the parlor said it was tacky for women to get the mans name and said your initial was much more 'in' and I thought that you would still like it..."
"Like it?"
You pulled your bottom lip between your lips, nervous, "Yeah," you responded quietly, "I thought you would... like it."
He let go of your hand, swiping at the papers on his desk before lifting you gently and plopping you down. His hands framed your face, his lips crashing down onto yours, "I fucking love it, cara." Without looking away, he yanked your leggings down, pulling them off and tossing them to the side. He smiled at your lack of panties and licked his lips, ready to devour your pussy, "Let me show you just how much."
