(pfp by @nikko_kage on ttk . feeling freaky tday) [I don't like the music but uh it's still inspired]

The afterglow of the casino still clung to the air, thick with the smell of alcohol. You and Mafioso had stumbled back to his room, laughing louder than you should, your steps wobbly but light as the alcohol kicked in full force. The room was a little too hot, a little too small for all the energy you were trying to burn off.

Mafioso, tall and imposing even in his half-drunken stupor, leaned against the doorframe, his usually controlled posture now a bit loose, like a man who had temporarily let go of the world’s weight. His eyes, usually calculating and sharp, were hazy, but they still held that dangerous glint. Even now, after the night’s chaos, he was still the Mafioso, still someone who didn’t let people take charge of him.

But tonight was different. Tonight, you were feeling it. And despite being much smaller, much less imposing than Mafioso, the alcohol in your veins gave you a confidence that felt like power. You weren’t going to let him dictate the pace tonight. You were going to take control.

With a grin that was half excitement and half mischief, you closed the space between you and shoved him (hardly) into the bed. It wasn’t gentle. You wanted it to be a statement. The bed creaked under his weight as he stumbled backward, a startled laugh escaping his lips as he flopped onto the mattress.

Mafioso blinked up at you, a rare expression of surprise flashing in his eyes. The giant of a man, who usually made people fear him, now lay sprawled on the bed, looking up at you with something close to amusement, like he was trying to figure out whether this was a joke or whether you were serious.

“ You think you can just throw me around like that? ”

His voice was rough, a little slurred, but still laced with that undeniable edge. But the challenge in his words was there, even if his body was already relaxed, sprawled out like a man who didn’t have to be in control for once. You smirked, standing over him, hands on your hips.

“ I know I can. ”

Without missing a beat, you climbed onto the bed, sitting exactly on his lap, your hands going straight to his chest. He tensed beneath you, but there was something... Willing about the way he let you move him.

“ I’m not used to this, ”

he murmured, more to himself than to you, but his voice was quieter now, like he was letting go of the fight.

You leaned in, one hand still pressing firmly on his chest, the other slipping under his chin to tilt his head back just enough to remind him of his place.

“ Now you'll be, and I’m not done yet. ” you whispered, the adrenaline flowing in your blood.

For a moment, Mafioso just stared up at you, his chest rising and falling with every breath, but there was no resistance. No fighting it. Just the quiet surrender of a man who had chosen to let someone else call the shots for once. He raised an eyebrow, a lazy grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“ You’re really gonna boss me around like this? ”

Mafioso chuckled, but it wasn’t the usual dark, brooding laugh. It was a low, throaty sound, almost as if he were impressed.

“ I’m gonna enjoy watching you try, ” he teased, but it was clear he wasn’t going anywhere. Not yet.

Not when you had him right where you wanted him.