Gotham Imagines and One Shots

Lost angel - Part 7 - Sal x Reader

Sal growled, as his lips found (Y/n)'s neck; sure, that he was going to have to stop calling her his bell'angelo, beautiful angel; and start calling her his bellissima diavolo, beautiful devil, instead. It was true that he had been thinking about kissing her from the moment that he had seen her in the cathedral, but this......they weren't even out of the car yet and she was straddling his lap; their hands all over one another. Sal having to glare at Tony when he caught him watching the interaction on the back seat, through the rear-view mirror.

Not that Sal was going to complain that this was far from an innocent peck on the cheek. I mean, what man in his right mind would complain about having a beautiful woman sat on their lap, while she kissed his jawline and made light work of the buttons on his shirt. The mob boss moaning, as (Y/n)'s fingers touched the flesh of his chest.

It had been some time since he had been with a woman; not that he couldn't have been, but the issues with the Falcone family, and then meeting (Y/n).......And anyway, once he had met (Y/n) all thought of wanting to spend that kind of time with another woman, had left his head. So, this, as she pressed her body up against his, and wiggled just a little, was having quite the effect on him. Sal sure that if she ground herself down on his crotch and achingly hard manhood, one more time, he wouldn't be able to wait until they got back to his house, to take her.

"This is definitely better than spending the night with the nuns........" She whispered into his ear. Giggling as his hands gripped firmly onto her hips; (Y/n) sure that in the morning there would be bruises, but she didn't care. She wanted the big man that was beneath her; she needed the big man beneath her. And after finding out what he had had done for her; how he had given her the justice for her parents that the Gotham police, couldn't or wouldn't, she was going to have him. The touch of his large hands as they moved to grip the meat of her backside so that he could pull he down onto him, sending the most wonderful shiver down her spine and right to her core. (Y/n) giggling again, as Sal let out another moan.

"God.....I can feel you. Your panties must be soaked......." Sal's moan turning into a growl, as he felt her arousal soak the material around his throbbing manhood. The journey from the restaurant seeming to be taking far longer than it should be doing. Sal sure that Tony must be going around and around in damn circles just for the fun of it.

"Do you want to check.........?" The head of the Maroni crime family not having a chance to say a word, before (Y/n) had taken his hand from her backside, and moved it down between them, over her stomach, under the hem of her skirt, and then into her underwear. Sal's head dropping back onto the seat behind him, as his fingers became instantly wet. He sure that if he wasn't carrying her to his bed, if she wasn't naked with his head between her legs, he eating her as if he was a starving man; or he wasn't buried deep inside her within the next few minutes, he was going to go insane, and the only place you would be able to find him was with the rest of the crazies, in Arkham. He deciding for the moment though, that two could play at this teasing game.

"You're a bad girl, you know that don't you, (Y/n)? And bad girls get punished for teasing........." Sal told her. His voice deep and filled with lust. (Y/n)'s head falling onto his shoulder, as he simultaneously thrust a finger inside her, while slapping her on the butt. Her pretty pussy tightening around his fingers.

"And what if I want to be punished? What if I am teasing you in hopes that you punish me. What if I want you to tie me up, pin me down; smack my backside until it is red. What if I want you to wrap your fingers around my throat, as you mercilessly fuck me.......? Would you do it Sal......Would you give a bad girl what she wants.........?" Her dirty words the push that Sal had needed to send him over the edge. (Y/n) suddenly on her back on the rear seat; the handsome crime boss, firmly in between her legs that he had moved up around his waist. She groaning lewdly, as he ripped at his belt and then the zipper on his pants.

"Tony........."

"Boss.........?" The driver looking nervously into the mirror, averting his gaze instantly as it became clear that Sal and his lost angel were no longer just having a heated make out session.

"Pull over........" The Don's order accompanied by a whimper from the woman that was beneath him.

"But boss we.........."

"I said pull over, then take a walk. Don't come back until I call you........" Tony nodding, before quickly finding the most convenient and discreet place for him to pull over. He then just as quickly getting out of the car, shaking his head slightly, as the car began to rock slowly. Tony pushing his hands into his pockets and looking around, feeling the sudden need for a drink, but a coffee would have to do. Though he had a feeling that it might be more than one coffee, before Sal called him back.