Gotham Imagines and One Shots

Lost angel - Part 9 - Sal x Reader

Tony reluctantly returned to the car. He hadn't been looking at his watch....not really. He trying to think of anything other than what was going on in the car. Not that he could blame his boss for doing what he was doing. The younger woman was beautiful, and a man would have had to have been out of his mind, to say no; especially when said woman was sat atop his lap and grinding down onto him. Tony sure to have something to tell the others when he finally did get Sal and his girl back to the houses.

"Boss.........." Tony knocking softly on the back window. He had received a call from the head of the Maroni family, telling him to come back; but he still knew to be careful. He just waiting outside in the cold, until the window lowered just enough so that he could see a smiling Sal.

"Get us home and make it quick......." Tony nodding. Butting out his cigarette beneath the toe of his shoe, before climbing back into the driver's seat. He doing his best to keep his eyes on the road, and not the couple in the back.

Sal pulled (Y/n) close, cooing at her, as he ran his fingers through her hair. He had wrapped her in his large overcoat, given that the buttons of her blouse were now all over the car. That the zipper on her skirt was broken. The don having no desire for anyone else to see his bell'angelo in any state of undress, other than him. She was too good for that; too wonderful. And anyway, she was his now; Sal having no intention of letting her go. A shiver going down his spine, as she kissed him on the neck.

"When we get to your place.....can we........." Sal's grip around her waist tightening, as she whispered the rest into his ear so that only he could hear. That in the privacy of his bedroom, she really wanted to show her appreciation for all that he had done for her. The big man imagining her naked, and on her knees in front of him. Of watching as his cock slipped between her pretty lips. His fingers gripping at her hair until he came in her mouth. He would of course make sure that she was satisfied as well. He would place her onto the mattress and pleasure her with his mouth and fingers until she too came undone. The mere thought, causing another growl to leave his lips.

"Do the nuns know what a bad girl you are........?" Sal asked, as (Y/n) snuggled a little closer to his side. A chuckle leaving her, as she brushed her hand across his crotch; leaving no doubt that her words were having the desired effect on him.

"Well, Sister Ignatius once asked me if I would ever consider offering my life to God on a permanent basis; to which I replied that it was a nice of her to ask, but I enjoyed sex too much. And being a bride of Christ would sort of ruin that. She never asked again after that...." Sal unable to stop himself from laughing. He realising just how much she had come out of her shell since they had first met. How much stronger, braver and bolder she had become since just hearing that her parent's killers, had themselves been killed. The don thinking that he was finally seeing the real (Y/n). That now she felt safe in the world, her true nature had revealed itself. And Sal couldn't say that he was disappointed. His lost angel had a wicked streak, and he loved it. He would love it even more if she kept on doing what she was doing. His hand moving over hers, so that he could press her palm over his already hard cock.

"You're gonna kill me, sweetheart........"

"Kill you.......I might cripple you a little but not kill. If you are as good in bed, as you are in the back of your car, I want to keep you around for as long as possible........." (Y/n) retorted, as her hands moved to the zipper of his pants.

"Tony..........." Sal's grip on her tightening again. He sure that if they weren't nearly home, he would be telling the big guy to pull over and leave them alone for the second time that night.

"Just pulling up now, boss.........." Came the reply. Tony having no time to get out of the car, before Sal had already opened the door and helped (Y/n) out. The pair entering the house, ignoring the confused looks from the men that had been waiting all night for the don to return. Sal turning at the last minute and giving them a warning glare.

"If any of you interrupt, you'll be digging your own grave...." All of them nodding, before he disappeared. Attention now turning to Tony, as he came through the door.

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(Y/n) squealed, as Sal suddenly picked her up. Carrying her up the stairs and along a corridor until they got to a door. The ingress kicked open, to reveal a large room, with an equally large bad. Sal placing his angel atop the mattress, a smile on his lips, as his overcoat fell open, to reveal her. The don making light work of what little remained of her ripped and torn clothes; he promising that he would buy her anything she wanted to replace them, in the morning. But for now.....his shirt and pants falling to the floor before he climbed on the bed to join her.

"Now, bell'angelo. Where were we.........?"