Archive of Our Own ^beta

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filler page waow. 

in case ur wondering, kinks i am NOT doing are:

1. incest
2. ageplay
3. voyeurism (probably not at least)
4. figging
5. cnc
6. anal hooks (prolly not)
7. enemas
8. sex robot
9. foot fetish

the rest r up for my decision :3 ok baii i gotta write!!!!

Chapter Text

Mafioso sighed as he stepped inside. He’d had a long day, and honestly, he just wanted to relax and…

He paused. He could hear noises coming from the bedroom. He knew Chance was home, but those noises… they were unmistakable. They were moans. He approached the bedroom, unable to help his curiosity. He wanted to listen closer.

“Hah… haah… M-Mafioso…” Chance whispered between moans, hand gliding over their hard cock. They thought their infatuation with the mafia boss would have lessened once they’d started dating, but it only got worse. They wanted him, unlike any other person he’s loved before. They couldn’t get enough.

Mafioso pressed his ear against the door, listening intently. The sounds of Chance panting and moaning his name turned him on immediately. He’d always found the gambler quite pathetic, but in a way that was oddly endearing. 

He’d heard enough. He opened the door without knocking, wanting to see exactly what they were doing.

Chance didn’t notice Mafioso at first. They were completely sprawled out on their shared bed, eyes closed tight with pleasure. One hand gripped the sheets like their life depended on it. It was adorable. He chuckled, causing Chance to jump and cover themselves with a blanket. 

“M-Mafioso!” Chance let out a little yelp of surprise when they saw him standing in the doorway, an amused smile on his face. They knew well that they’d been caught, but they still tried to play it cool. “I-I… didn’t realise you were home…!”

“Show me.”

“H-huh?” They stammered, cheeks flushing and even brighter red than they already were. “W-what do you mean…?”

“You heard me.” Mafioso stepped forward, keeping his tone low and commanding. He knew they’d give in to him as easily as they always did. “Show me.”

Chance whimpered, reluctantly pulling back the sheets. They were still incredibly hard, precum leaking from the tip like a broken faucet. Mafioso reached out, but didn’t touch them. They squirmed under his gaze. It was beautiful. 

“Good boy.” He praised, watching them react to his words. “Now, show me exactly what you were doing.” 

They hesitated, looking everywhere but up at Mafioso. They felt humiliated, exposed, and yet… they loved it. They nodded slowly, reaching down to slowly start stroking their cock again. They tensed, biting their lip to stifle a moan. 

“That’s it…” Mafioso placed his hand on theirs, controlling their pace. “I want to hear your cute little noises, Chance.”

He used his other hand to gently pry their mouth open, where they immediately let out a soft moan. It was music to his ears. He moved his hand faster on theirs, making them arch their back and whine out his name.

“Mafioso…!~” Chance leaned into it involuntarily, hips bucking into their own and Mafioso’s hands. They were enjoying this a lot more than they were willing to admit. “Fuck… s-slow down… h-aah!~”

Mafioso smirked, watching them fall apart in record time. He kept up the pace, watching as their whimpers turned to loud moans and cries. 

“F-fuck… I-I’m gonna cum…!” Chance stuttered, their words interrupted by their sounds of ecstasy. 

“No, no…” Mafioso purred, a sly grin forming on his face. “You don’t cum until I tell you to.”

Chance’s eyes widened, and he could see the hint of fear in them. They knew he wasn’t bluffing. They whimpered, voice turning pleading. “M-Mafioso… please… a-aah~!” They tensed up, on the verge of their orgasm, when Mafioso’s hand suddenly stopped. 

“I said,” He repeated, glaring down at them with an authority that left them both scared and heavily aroused. “No cumming unless I say so.”

“Please-haah…! P-please!” They begged, trying to thrust into his hand before he used his other to hold them down.

“Look at how pathetic you are.” He teased. “You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?”

Chance nodded without even thinking. “Y-yes! Anything! Please!”

“That’s what I like to hear.” He leaned down, pulling Chance into a messy kiss as he moved his hand again. They writhed under him, moaning into the kiss as they finally hit their climax. Their cock twitched and shot ropes of their warm, sticky seed all over their own lap and Mafioso’s hand. 

He finally pulled back from the kiss, inspecting the mess with amusement. “Feel better now, my love?”

Chance nodded weakly, lying limp on the bed as they came down from their high. They hadn’t cum so hard in their entire life. They couldn’t care less about the mess they made. Sheets could be washed, but that memory would stay forever. And they wanted it to.

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“So,” Elliot leaned forward, grinning. “Truth or dare?”

Chance thought for a moment, before making his decision. “Truth.”

“Hm…” He leant back in his seat, taking another swig of vodka before a sly smirk formed on his face. “What’s your deepest fantasy?”

Chance froze at his question, eyes widening. They knew exactly what their answer was, but the thought of admitting it was already making them feel embarrassed. 

“Come on,” Elliot pleaded. “Please? I won’t judge!”

“Fine… if you really want to know.” They crossed their arms, blush rising to their cheeks. “Honestly? I’ve always fantasized about… getting kidnapped.” 

Elliot’s eyes widened in surprise. “Really?” He chuckled, tone becoming teasing. “I didn’t know you were weird like that.”

“S-shut up!” They stammered, putting their face in their hands. They were happy Elliot wasn’t disgusted or anything, but his teasing was still enough to make them feel all shy. “I-it’s not that bad!”

Elliot laughed at their reaction, before an idea popped into his mind. He took note of it, before standing up. “Well… you really should get going now. I want to be home by midnight.”

Chance sighed. They’d enjoyed spending time with Elliot. They always wanted to stay for a little longer, but they understood he had limits. “Alright.”

“You sure you can walk home by yourself?” 

They chuckled and nodded. “I’ll be fine. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

—

Chance stepped outside, taking in a deep breath of fresh air. It was kind of cold outside, but they didn’t want to bother Elliot by asking for a ride. It was only a short walk, after all.

After a few minutes, they started to feel… odd. They were alone, but they could swear they could feel someone watching them. They kept looking over their shoulder, only to find nothing there. The alcohol must have been making them paranoid.

A rustle in a nearby bush made them jump more than they wanted to admit. 

“W-who’s there?” They asked into the darkness, anxiety doubling. “Stop it, whoever you are!”

get to the good part already holy fuck

Chance groaned, eyes fluttering open only to find themselves tied down to a chair in a dark room. They came to their senses quickly, struggling against the ropes. 

“There you are.” 

They jumped at the sound of… Elliot’s voice. Out of anything it could’ve been, they hadn’t expected him. They tried to speak, only to realise their mouth was taped shut.

Elliot stepped closer in the dim light, chuckling softly. He reached out to gently caress their cheek. “Don’t worry, Chance… you’ll be staying with me for now on. Play along, okay?~”

Chance’s eyes widened as everything clicked. They immediately blushed, suddenly very interested in the floor. 

He chuckled at their reaction, lifting their cheek to force them to look up at him. “You’ve always been so shy. It’s just us here… you don’t need to hide from me.” 

Before they could even think about nodding, Elliot’s hands began to wander over their body, sliding up their shirt. They squirmed in their restraints, finding they couldn’t get out even if they tried. They whimpered as they felt Elliot starting to undo the buttons of their shirt.

“You’re so cute.” He teased, leaning down to place gentle kisses along their neck. “I can see you getting hard already.”

He reached up, pulling the tape off their mouth. They gasped in a breath, already panting. Their voice was weak when they finally spoke.

“Fuck, Elliot… you’re killing me…” 

Elliot stepped back, admiring the sight before him before suddenly dropping to his knees in front of them. Chance’s eyes went wide, their heart skipping a beat.

“E-Elliot? What are you doing?” They stuttered, cheeks turning bright red.

“Shh…” He smirked, gently spreading their legs and unbuckling their belt. Their breathing grew heavier in anticipation.

Chance watched with a mix of nervousness and excitement as Elliot pulled down their pants. They’d lost count long ago of the amount of times they’d daydreamed about this exact scenario. And now, they were harder than they’d ever been in their entire life.

“Elliot…” 

“I know.” He cooed, fingers tracing the edge of their boxers. He loved seeing them so desperate and defenseless. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. “You’re doing so well… be patient now.”

They let out a pleading whine, shuddering as Elliot finally pulled down their boxers, revealing their hard, twitching cock. Their hands balled into fists as he knelt there, not touching it.

“Elliot, please… I-I need it so bad…” They begged, tears pricking at their eyes with how desperate they were becoming. 

Elliot finally wrapped one hand around their shaft, making them gasp as he stroked it slowly. “Do you love me?” He asked, staring up into their eyes.

Chance huffed and shuddered, struggling to form words as pleasure plagued their mind. “F-fuck… I-I love you… I love you s-so much…!” 

He smiled, moving his hand faster. Chance’s head fell back and they let out a long, needy moan. They were practically drooling already.

“You’re adorable like this…” He chuckled, warranting another lewd sound from Chance. “You’re trembling already.”

“I-I k-know…” They stuttered weakly, hips bucking up into his hand. They couldn’t remember what they’d done or said to get to this point, but they didn’t care. They just wanted more. “I’m g-gonna… h-aaah!~”

Their hips jerked, cock shooting strings of seed all over Elliot’s hands and arms. They panted heavily in the chair they were still tied to, exhausted from being so tense the whole time. 

“I didn’t realise it’d get you that excited.” Elliot teased, bringing his hand to his mouth and licking it clean. Chance watched, the sight making them hard all over again. He noticed and smirked.

This was going to be a long night.