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strawberymilku · 3 months

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Playing Dangerous

featuring: Police!Leone Abbacchio x Fem!Reader

genres: nsfw!, crimes, mention of: thugs, arson, mafia, car sex, oral sex, blowjob, dirtytalk, one night stand, fingering, doggy style, praises, police theme, corrupt, minor gunplay

a/n: i was rewatching jojo, and ive been wanting to write a police smut with lana del rey lyrics as prompt, and my bf wnted to collab so i just had to write it. not proofread yet. might do part 2 for it. word: 4k, a bit long but it was worth it.

The woman was speeding for sure, but Abbacchio could doubt if she was the witness or the culprit for committing arson, Abbacchio heard the sound of the motorcycle approaching, and he turned to face the direction in which it was coming. It was heading straight in his direction-? He wasn't sure if the person on the bike was who he suspected it to be, but he raised his revolver as the bike came closer..it certainly looked suspicious...

"Why you?!" she yelled, cursing, he was brave enough that he did not care if he died to get her, pulling him on the side of the motorbike, with a swift dash, saving his life as he was at the back of her motorbike. It was the work of the Stand for sure, but sadly the man couldn’t see Stands like that yet but just felt someone lift him on her motorbike. That certainly caught him off guard. Was she just riding directly into him? The situation was unclear...Was she trying to run him over? To escape-? He was surprised at how quickly she acted. He could have been killed if it hadn't been for her, which meant..she couldn't be the arsonist, but she still looked suspicious..and yet she saved his life... Yet her actions are justified yet "Kill me later, what is wrong with you, you would be run across in my wheels," she had a gangly Italian accent, still on the motorbike with huge speed. "Am I getting a ticket for speeding too?" she said sarcastically. He looked at her back where a group of thugs were still chasing over her. Leone had a stunned look on his face. She was certainly lively, and rather..crude. He certainly wasn't expecting that attitude from a potential arsonist, but for some odd reason he didn't feel threatened by her- in fact, he was rather intrigued- she hadn't even noticed his police uniform. After a few moments of stunned silence, he finally replied

"Ah...I'm a police officer. But I can't just let anyone ride at such high speeds..why are you speeding away from people?" "They are after me, whaddya think," she went into different roads taking a lot of turns as the gang lost track of her, after minutes of having the stranger at the back, they stopped in a random alleyway, with a big sigh, she realized it was the cop, not that she’s afraid of him anyways. "It's my job to keep the streets safe and look out for suspicious behaviour- like someone on a motorcycle riding at dangerously high speeds in a residential area."

The suspicious behaviour mentioned included the arson incident at the local gas station that happened not a day ago. Although he didn't outright believe her, he decided to look into her claim. For now, he'd only ask questions to get a grip on the situation.

"May I ask what you were doing around that area where the suspected arson took place?"

"Arson? You think I'd commit arson-" Her lighter got pulled from her pocket, he was daring enough to get that from her leather jacket. "No, please, I'm a smoker," she pulled out her cigarettes to counter his proof. The policeman took a second to think. It would be highly unusual for someone to commit a criminal offense like arson just to cover up smoking. At the same time, he had no evidence proving her guilty yet. He decided to ask another more personal question.*

"Why were they on your tail to begin with? Do you know why these gang members were after you?" That was a sensitive topic for a mafia’s daughter, no way she could leak her identity out like that. "Yes I do, I have my own reasons, which place was getting burned again?" she tilted her head, as she was demanded to show her license, but she looked reluctant to show it.

There was still the issue of the gang members after her that he had to inquire about.

"The Shell station at the corner of Via Maddaloni and Via Caracciolo."

"I was at a Hilton Hotel I swear, you can get the evidence," she raised her arms, showing everything from her pocket. Everything seemed suspicious to Abbacchio, no way he could get information out of her mouth like that, so the best way was to flip her body quickly, putting her hands at his back as he slapped the metal handcuffs on her wrists, locking it. He was unsure why he did that but he believed this was the best way. She sighed, "My dad will be killing me if he finds out I’m going to be late,” it was too much for just speeding up in a motorbike.

He couldn’t help but raise a small smirk. Her hands being cuffed behind her back gave him a fair idea of what he could do to her.

"I suppose you aren't very much of a good girl?"

*"Everybody knows that I'm a good girl, officer,"* she replied still with her hands on her back as she was forced to walk back to where his car was. He let out a small laugh. It was rather amusing how easily she was acting so calm over being handcuffed and detained. Even if this incident would end up being a dead end for the arson case, he was still curious. She was just detained for being a suspect, just yet. Things are getting exciting.

"And exactly what is your name, miss?"

“Y/N,” she grunted still feeling her wrist already from the handcuffs. “Well then Y/N, too bad, you will be a warrant for, ‘reckless driving, running through stop signs, driving at dangerously high speeds, running through red lights- and for suspicion of arson. You have the right to remain silent,” he said in a stern tone, he couldn’t help but smile at her rolling her eyes. *"No, I wouldn't do a thing like that, that's for sure,"* she tried to pout her lips to use a charm on him, thinking he would let her go this time.

Abbacchio's smirk grew wider, as he tried not to laugh at her attempt at seduction.

"I don't think a pout will suffice for an excuse in court."

Her attitude was amusing he thought. Usually, people would be acting aggressively, but she seemed to have accepted the situation quite easily.

"Ah yeah, my dad told me not to talk to the police, because I can demand rights for a lawyer," she tried to rethink again, trying to stay silent as they slowly walked back to his car. She had the attitude of a spoiled teenager, but he couldn't help but be amused. Usually, people would be threatening legal action, not talking about their parents, but she was a different case.

"Your father told you not to talk to the police..? Is he one of those who would try to bribe officers to avoid arrest?"

"Oh really, does he?" she grinned, still using her legs to take sweet sweet time back to the car, it was taking so long than usual just to stall time as much as she could. She was certainly being flirty for someone who had just been arrested.

"If you're expecting me to be charmed you certainly have a poor way of showing it."

Though she certainly was charming..but he'd rather stay professional at the moment. He’s a committed policeman after all. "Am I going to jail for this?" her shoulders slouched at him trying to repeat what she committed as if he were his mom. “Like, *the house is already on fire right, I swear I’m not a liar,*” she added to him to second guess his decisions.

Abbacchio gave her a skeptical look. She definitely wasn't being completely honest. But what she said about the house being on fire definitely seemed more believable than her being the arsonist. It seemed like these gang members came after her for something else. He decided to ask just to confirm his suspicions.

“I’m not asking about the arson crime, I’m asking how are you related to those thugs, it’s very dangerous you know,” he tried to squeeze more questions to get more information out of her.

The girl didn’t reply, it was indeed a chilly night, her lips were quivering from the cold, even if she had the leather jacket on her. “Are you cold?” he asked with concern in his eyes, his hands on her handcuffs, yet pulling her close to him, trying to walk back where he came from.

*“Well, I'm a little shaken, but I'm fine, thanks for asking.”* she smiled at him to look up at him with her eye smile.

"Did you owe them money? Did you have their illegal drugs? What's your ties to these gang members?" "Tell me do you always work so late?" she didn't answer his question, as she had the right not to though. She was very charming, but also very stubborn- he almost found it admirable. Maybe he should've taken her up on her earlier offer of charm. She seemed very confident in her ability to seduce him. It could be the right moment to give in to temptation.

"It's my job to watch the late night shift, what does my work schedule have to do with your involvement with gangs?"

*"Do you really have to put those tight handcuffs on?"* she tried to pull it out but it was not to avail. Still, she didn’t give up yet to flirt with him. Abbacchio gave her a small laugh at the girl, this was the moment for which he was hoping. That is, she was very much starting to flirt with him- so now was the perfect time to reciprocate.

"Are you sure you're not trying to get me to take the cuffs off?"

It might just be wishful thinking, but it certainly looked like she was trying to flirt. He was hoping for it anyway, and now she had given him the right opportunity by attempting to pull her cuffs off... But he must stay professional right?

*"Let's get in the back of your cop car, officer?"* she asked a question, still finding ways to flirt with him last minute possible. Finally, they arrived at the car that had printed ‘Polizia’ on it. “Playtime is over, get in the car,” he tried to stay in a demanding tone. The ‘officer’ word did get the man inhaled deeply, oh the things he could do with her right now, as he placed her in the backseat of the car, respectfully, restraining himself from touching her. He’s a good policeman, he couldn’t be doing that. *"You can ask me anything you want, anything, like anything,"* she smiled as he slowly fell for her trap, he decided to sit in the backseat, for a while, closing the car door behind him, and locking it, giving her a dirty smirk. Abbacchio chuckled and shook his head at her flirtatious comments, yet he also realized just how tempting the situation was.

"Anything, hmm?"

He thought for a bit. His mind started to wonder as he looked down at her. She was very appealing.

"What would you do, if I decided to uncuff you- right now?" "I don't know, officer," she looked at his lips then back to him. "You do like purple lipstick, don't you, what is it? Givenchy brand?" she joked, in between, giving a mysterious appeal to the policeman wanting to give in to his desires.

"Good guess. Though I may need more than just your beauty alone to convince me."

"Like what, officer?" she leaned closer towards his neck, it was rather a risqué attempt, she was down to play with fire too, from the looks in his eyes. Leone bit his lip slightly but he still tried to hold back, he wanted to stay professional and focused. But his heart couldn't help but race as she got close. He wondered how this would end...if there was a way he could fall for the trap.

The smell of her perfume hit his nose making it that much harder to focus. He was very tempted. She seemed to have been waiting for him to reply for a minute now. *"Do you have a girl? I don't see a ring on your finger?"* she'd be the one asking questions here instead, how the tables have turned, touching his chest on his police uniform, with her fingertips. This made him raise an eyebrow, the question she had just asked was a little unexpected. Though given he was staring directly at her lips he couldn't deny that he was rather tempted to take it as a sign. But he decided to answer nonetheless.

"I don't have a girlfriend..not at the moment anyway." "*Well that's interesting, have you thought of dating a* **mafia's daughter?**" she replied, dropping the biggest hint of all time, until he realized, no wonder why the gang was after her. He should let her go right? The thought of having her as a girlfriend was still tempting..her attractiveness, her flirtatious attitude, it was too much to ignore.

"Are you offering?" "Maybe I am, offering you a taste?" she leaned closer towards him slowly. It was obvious, that she a tease, still not kissing him, just yet, but their faces were just inches apart. Abbacchio held his breath. Her words were tempting, her attitude was tempting..and her lips were certainly tempting- all she had to do was just close the space between them and they'd be locked in a passionate kiss...

He felt like he might die if he didn't go through with their kiss. He wanted to play her game and play it perfectly. Her words had been tempting since she said them and he could only answer with one answer.

Abbacchio took in a deep breath and nodded his head. **The flames are getting higher, and so is his desire. It's kind of exciting, don't you think?

"Am I playing a dangerous game, officer?" she teased, still not kissing him, just yet, she wanted to see how far this would go.

The policeman was gritting his teeth in anticipation. It was a dangerous game she was playing, and he knew he shouldn't play it. She was involved with the mafia after all. But the temptation was too much to pass up. He had to do it. The smell of her perfume still lingered, making it much more inviting.

"It's a very dangerous game."

Abbacchio finally caved in. He knew he couldn't control himself anymore. He closed the distance and pulled her towards him, giving in their passionate kiss. She crashed on her lips softly, melting right down on this gothic policeman, without shame, he was worth a one-night stand, but she didn't really care, their kisses became hotter and hotter each second, he gripped her body, forcing her onto his thighs, looking up at her. Their kiss has started to deepen. His lips brushed against hers as he pulled her even closer. This girl..she was too irresistible. Her flirting and teasing, even the danger of her being involved with the mafia. He just wanted more. She touched his badge and looked up at him. "Abbacchio was it?" she kissed him once more, not enough of his kisses, at this point the purple lipstick has been worn off at this point, some even staining her lips.

"That is my name, yes." "So officer~" the way she said was so enticing,

"What am I supposed to do now?" she felt his hands roaming all across her body, as if he owned her right here, no tonight, he could do whatever he wanted for tonight.

"Will I be forgiven for this, officer?" she was like a crime he must commit just for tonight, a sin he wouldn't regret doing, for sure.

"I guess I'll have to figure out how to punish you for this..for now though, I'm sure you don't mind my hands on your body, hmm?"

His smile was quite teasing too and even though he was trying to appear professional, it was clear he was enjoying this quite a lot. He leaned back in and began kissing her again. He gave her a look that told her he was enjoying this as his hands stayed firmly on her hips. “Let’s make this exciting for the both of us,” he pulled out his revolver from his waistband, pointing at her head. He must tried it out at least, he needed to have the upper hand as well. "Officer, I will do anything to repent," her words were dripping as if it was made of honey, she wasn’t even fazed the gun barrel was pointed at her head, biting her lips. Things have gotten out of hand. "You will, will you?" he grinned of mischievous how he liked her under his power.

"How about you tell me what you'd do to repent- and I'll think about it and see if it's enough of a punishment for you." "First, I'd unbuckled that belt of yours and..." her eyes trailed downwards at the seat at the bulge forming in his navy blue pants and up to his golden purple eyes, that would be enough for his imagination to do the rest of the work. “Okay then, get to work, don’t just be an all talk,” he pressed the revolver harder on her skin, geez this man was full of sass, which made her actually take off his pants, obeying his orders, just as he wanted her to. "Oh, please don't shoot me yet, Mr Polizia, I will be good," she unravelled his hard cock from his underwear, palming it between her small hands trying to please him, her handcuffs were still on.

"So you'll be a better girl if I don't shoot you?"

He looked down at her with a teasing and tempting look, she was really quite the girl. This was the most teasing, dangerous girl he had ever come across on the job. “You know your small hands aren’t in good use, use your mouth,” he demanded, pointing the gun directly at her and even though he wasn't gonna shoot, she could clearly see the barrel against her. He looked at her with a teasing grin. She looked so pretty under him, and all the power he had on her. She nodded at his orders, bending down, licking his wet tip for a while, which made him have a satisfying moan, his impulse made him push his right hand on her head, pushing her mouth closely for the blowjob. His breath was shaky already as he felt every part of her mouth on his dick, he felt as if he was on cloud nine, it was all worth it. Worth it from a tiring shift, she was trying to suck him good, she looked like she was an expert at this, feeling his tip pushed against her throat, she was trying to be his only little good girl, a good girl just for Mr Policeman right here. Oh, how he’d wish he could possibly want her every night. Her mouth was starting to tire her, as all her saliva was all around his base, “Abbacchio, sir, are you satisfied yet?” she looked up at him for his mercy, for his approval, for his attention, with those orbs. “Not yet, I wanted to cum on your face,” he pointed the gun at her, demanding to resume her lips to work again. Her head bobbed again and again, trying to please him as much as she could, deepthroating him, her tongue twirling on his length. She liked how much vocal he was, praising her, for her good use of the mouth.

“My god, you weren’t lying when you said you will have your mouth in good use,” that was the best blowjob he received in his life so far, feeling every orgasm trying to rip from his heated skin. After minutes of torturing her throat, he finally gave in, painting on her face with his white liquids, with a satisfied smug face. “Uh, uh, uh, mi amore,” he had a menaced look over her with a tsk, “Who said I was done with you?” for a policeman like him, having stamina could be true. He bent her over, his gun still pointing at her. The time to show who is the monster here, not giving her a break.

“Look here, girl, *if you can't stand the heat. Then stay out of the fire,*” he groped all over breasts, throwing the gun away on the floor of the car. She happened to listen all to his command, like a good little girl, he pulled down her bottom clothing, his fingers trying to play her folds through her underwear, trying to tease her. “Oh, your cunt is wet here, *you might get what you desire*,” he put the underwear aside, rubbing on her clit, trying to gain some moans from her. Things are starting to get interesting. “I’m not putting on anything, yeah, just to warn you,” his cock tried to get between her wet folds, just like that. “I-uh, policia, please don’t you have a condom-” her mouth was shoved with the finger he got her pussy juices on. “Lick it up,” she couldn’t deny such requests from the hot officer, licking it, while he kept pounding her behind her back. Not enough, he needed to feel every wall of her just like that. “I’m going raw, so shut your pretty mouth like that,” He had an enormous speed, gripping her waist, her arms against the tinted glass, the car starting to fog up from the movements, “Listen here, little girl, and listen good,” he raised her body good, her boobs all over the window glass at this point, she screamed more as her G spot has been getting all this abuse from the sudden position.

“Please, please, have mercy on me, officer-” her words were cut as he pushed his fingers in her throat, attempting to shut her mouth. This man is indeed wild, the luckiest night for a girl like her. **”Even if you scream, or beg me to stop, or have mercy, I’m not stopping,”** he rutted inside her cunt as if it was meant to be shaped by his large cock.

“Not until I’m satisfied,” he hummed, using it as if she was a toy she was made just for him to fuck her. Her cries and moans filled the whole street, think to their luck no one was in the streets, a few maybe. Do you this man cares? No? **“Not like you can stop me anyways, hmm?”** he didn’t stop his thrusts, her pussy aching from all the movements, their moans were in unison. She was already tired at this point, getting the slaps on her buttocks, his hand making her chin move just to kiss him as he kept railing behind her back, his lusts and desires being fulfilled by this one girl. “If you keep doing like that, I might-” she panted for air, she needed for a moment there, “I might, cum~” her body squealed in pleasure, holding all her sanity.

It was prolonged sex for sure, he finally had to urge to orgasm, he pulled out in time, cumming all over her body, she really looked pretty as if he was the artist, painting more cum on the belly. “Know your place, just like that,” he looked coldly into her eyes, he didn’t have time for this right? The aftercare was little, he threw her tissues and a bottle of water he had in the car, putting on his clothes, he did let her go this time, unlocking her sore wrists, and going back to his driver seat.

He did drove her back to her motorbike was at, even opening the door for her to get out, after minutes of silence, he kissed her forehead softly, like a gentleman would, before he finally let her go. But one thing for sure is that it was one of the best nights he’d ever had with a girl. A sucker for romance, *lovin’ a hurricane*

part 2?

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naishite · 8 months

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Don’t Make Me Replay

NSFW Abbacchio!Daddy x Reader

Warning !!! Daddy kink, size kink, dumbification,dacryphilia degradation,exhibition, edging (slight) and petplay (?) !!!

!!! NSFW UNDER THE CUT !!!

Bucciarati’s team was having their usual meal at Libeccio, however one of their members wasn't at the table — quite usual for the man to be missing since he isn’t the type to just go off somewhere.

However, somewhere in the restaurant's bathroom, were 2 people having a bit too much fun in a public area.

“…Abbacchio… Mmm! Daddy please more…”, you cried out, squirming on his lap for release.

“Shut up and take what I give you since you were being such a slut earlier”, he states coldly. It makes you feel disappointed yet his words elicit a shiver of arousal down your spine.

He feels you tighten around his fingers and he scoffs. “Whore… I should teach you some manners in you, puttana. Acting like a needy slut in front of a team isn’t quite the good image for the both of us”.

He shoves his fingers deeper into you; pressing deeper inside and kissing your cervix.

He’s been edging you for so long you let out a strangled whine of his name. As soon as he feels that you’re about to cum, he pulls out again.

You sniffle and tremble as he rips away another orgasm.

“Daddy no… Please I need to cum please please”, you mumble out.

He caresses your disheveled form, making the heat in between your legs worse.

He pulls the collar that's fastened around your neck, “Gattina, daddy needs to punish you, you know that. You need to pay for how much of a dumb slut you were acting like earlier”.

He grabs onto your waist and pushes you onto the wall off of his lap.

“Here, fine. I’ll give you what you want since you’re being a needy whiny whore about it”.

He holds you up as he lines the tip of his cock with your hole, slowly pushing it in. However, its too much, you can feel the throb of his cock and it's making you dizzy with lust.

“Daddy… Too much, too much! Daddy please you’re too big!” You whine, the tip of his dick finally pushing through the edge of your hole.

“Take it… Just take you fucking slut…”

Your squirming makes him pierce you even further down onto his cock, your crying making him chuckle as he spears you on his dick.

“Why are you crying love? Isn’t this what you were begging for? To be placed so nicely on Daddy’s dick, hm?

Uh oh.

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cowboycakes · 2 years

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How would Jotaro, Bruno, and Abbacchio react if they catch their female s/o getting off to porn?

MINORS DNI, nsfw under the cut!!!

(warnings - masturbation/mutual masturbation, afab reader, mentions of porn, jealous jotaro, sweetheart bruno, tease abbacchio, use of stands in a sexual context lol.)

i could see Jotaro being the jealous type in a scenario like that. he'd walk in to see you sprawled out on your bed and working your fingers on your cunt, without him. you watch his jaw drop and his eyes widen a bit - partially because he's enthralled at the sight of you like this, and partially because he really is jealous. he'd act tough about it, mumbling, "what the hell are you doing?" and leaving you to wonder if you're actually in trouble. either way, it doesn't change the fact that he's getting a boner, especially when he sees you have no plans of stopping anytime soon. he'll come to inspect your choice of video, and that's when it turns into a challenge for him. "you know i could fuck you better than that, right?"

it would be a nice surprise for Bruno. he's polite enough to ask if you'd like some privacy, but is excited to join you on the bed when you say you don't want any. he'd lay down next to you and plant gentle kisses on your face and neck, stroke your cheeks, and play with your hair while you moan at the feeling of your climax building. "Fuck, you're so pretty when you get like this," Bruno whispers, slipping his hand down the front of his own pants.

Abbacchio would walk in on you and immediately seize the opportunity to tease you. "horny?" "you really couldn't wait for me to get home, huh? you're that fucking needy?" nevertheless, he would really get off to it. he'd watch you intently. then, he'd replay the memory of you later on moody blues for himself when you aren't around to please him. who needs the internet to play some porn when your stand can do it for you?

thx for the ask anon!

inbox is open for more JJBA requests and thirsts ;)

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rougepancake · 9 months

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Vampire!Abbacchio who lives on the outskirts of Napoli in an over glorified mansion, spending his days sipping on blood and wine. The mansion was given to him by Bucciarati, who is the only one aware of his secret.

mature content under cut. minors and ageless blogs dni

Vampire!Abbacchio who rarely goes out to hunt. He uses wine as an unhealthy substitute for blood, but it just results in him being drunk 24/7.

Vampire!Abbacchio who gets so bored sitting alone in a giant mansion all day. Bucciarati visits occasionally, but it’s still lonely. He’s meant to feed off of other people’s attention, not crave it like a child.

Vampire!Abbacchio who is surprised to see you around this part of Napoli. You look lost, and he can see the storm that’s rolling in behind you. So, he takes you in for the night.

Vampire!Abbacchio who watches your every move closely, as if to psychoanalyze you. Your very existence intrigued him, but he pushed those thoughts back with another glass of wine.

Vampire!Abbacchio who says fuck it after that glass and goes right for the kill. You’ve already had a couple of drinks too, so what’s the harm?

Vampire!Abbacchio who, once he gets a taste of your blood, decides that you’re too sweet. He can’t let anyone else have you and your delicious blood.

Vampire!Abbacchio who leans forward to bite your neck while going down on you. There’s just something about it that adds to your pleasure, and he can’t get enough of your taste.

Vampire!Abbacchio who tells you to stop by again, knowing damn well that you’re already planning your next visit. You’re his now, without a doubt.

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whitefeathers · 10 months

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CW: age gap (reader is in 20s and abba is 40), Abbacchio is a drunk perv. 18+ ONLY

Abbacchio’s two favourite things to taste when he cums are red wine and your name.

He knows he shouldn’t be thinking about you. You’re too young for him, a freshly graduated 20-something with sparkles in your eyes and skin not yet hardened with age like his.

He’s a dirty old fucking man, sitting drinking on his own, but the drunker he gets, the harder it is to resist the swell of his cock aching for you.

He palms himself through his pants first, tipping his head back lazily against the scuffed couch. Tries to satisfy himself by grinding against his hand, but it’s not enough.

It’s never enough until he spits in his fist and fucks it, hard and desperate, imagining it’s your little cunt.

With one hand on his cock and the other around the neck of a bottle of wine, he cums with the taste of red and your sweet fucking name on his tongue.

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with3r3dflow3r · 2 years

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A glass of wine - Leone Abbacchio x reader (NSFW)

Summary: What began as an innocent drinking session with your fellow gang member and crush, Leone Abbacchio, progressed into something much more heated.

Reader is female.

2982 words

CW: Alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, oral (giving & receiving), degradation, overstimulation, edging, facefucking, inappropriate use of stands

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(A/N): For an optimal experience, read it while listening to RU Mine? by Arctic Monkeys; I was listening to that song while writing it.

🔞 NSFW, MINORS DNI! 🔞

"What?" Abbacchio finally snapped, setting his glass on the table and glaring at you.

For the man to acknowledge your presence instead of ignoring you, like he usually did, it meant that you had been staring at him for quite some time.

"Abbacchio, give me some of your wine," you whined "it's the only one left in the house and I'm too tired to go outside to get more."

"Fuck off, (y/n),” he took a long sip of his drink as if to aggravate you further.

"How rude," you pouted, slumping on the table across from his seat and resting your face in your palms, settling on watching him instead.

And if you were being honest, watching him wasn't all that bad; if anything, it was rather pleasant. You had been drawn to the silver-haired man ever since you joined the gang and now, more than a year later, your feelings were still strong and growing by the day. Therefore, the sight of him drinking, his Adam's apple bobbing with every swig and his eyes never leaving yours in an attempt to mock you, head hanging back ever so slightly, made you dizzy, even though you were completely sober.

You couldn't take it any longer.

With a swift motion, you had moved your chair and were sitting right next to Abbacchio, tugging on his arm in a gentle manner.

"Come onnn, just a glass.” You didn't drink often but when the craving came up it persisted until satisfied, not to mention you had to distract your racing mind from your long-term crush. His lips twitched and he narrowed his eyes down at you. You sighed; this could only mean one thing.

"Please, Leone. Let me have some too, pretty please?" you batted your eyelashes at him, embarrassed from how desperate you sounded.

His mouth hangs open for a moment, making you even redder than you assumed you already were. Then he gave you a wide, pleased grin.

"Very well, cara. Grab a glass."

Bastard. But you couldn't possibly be mad at him- not when he called you that.

You were soon having that long-sought red wine alongside him, relishing in both the way it run down your throat, warming your insides, and the proximity of the man- your shoulders were almost touching. The one who insists wins. Distant as he was, you didn't get many opportunities to spend time with Abbacchio, so naturally you cherished each and every one. Even though you could be great partners in crime- resulting in you getting paired up a lot- he wouldn't approach you outside of missions. It hurt, deeply so, but you couldn't stay away from him, so you found yourself doing the work. That being said, having drinking sessions together wasn't uncommon but it had never escalated to anything more, expect for him opening up to you from time to time, when he was drunk and, thus, his most vulnerable self.

You were brought back to reality by him flicking your forehead, biting back a grin at the yelp you let out in surprise.

"What the hell, Le-"

"Quit spacing out, we're moving to the couch," he grabbed his glass and the bottle. You followed silently behind him.

As he set them on the coffee table, you took the chance to sit down on the couch first, saving yourself from the awkwardness of deciding how close you should sit to your crush. To your surprise, he sat right next to you, your bodies touching, which made the butterflies in your stomach go mad.

"Ah, much comfier," he rested his head back on the couch with a grunt that went straight to your core, resting one hand on the furniture behind you and holding his drink on the other.

"The television! I'll… turn on the television!" you went to get the remote in an attempt to escape the much-desired yet anxiety-inducing situation. You just switched it on a random channel, not caring in the slightest about the movie it apparently showed. Despite Abbacchio being emotionally vulnerable at times like this, it wasn't a habit of his to be so close to you physically.

You bit your lower lip before opting to plop on your previous spot. Next to him- no, right next to him. You were nervous. Seeing him take a sip of wine you remembered you had forgotten your own.

"Ah! | forgot mine at the-" he grabbed your left shoulder to prevent you from getting up again.

"Drink from mine, we have the whole bottle here,” he pushed the glass to your lips and you drank from it, some of the liquid trailing down your chin.

You wiped it with your ring finger, licking it off afterwards, all while you could sense Abbacchio boring holes into you. Was it your imagination or did he lick his lips? God, you wanted to die from shame. After a while of looking mindlessly at the TV, you swallowed your heart and decided it was just bold enough to drape your arm over the man's right shoulder, given he had done the same and still had his hand on you- now running circles on the exposed skin there?! Contrary to you, he never once bothered to pretend he was paying attention to whatever sappy rom-com was playing on the television; his eyes never left you.

When it became unbearable, you turned around to face him and you swear your heart almost leapt out of your throat. He was staring at you with half-lidded eyes, getting close enough for your breaths to mingle once you looked at him. He smelled like wine, lavender and that characteristic smell that screamed ‘'Abbacchio’. If you didn't know better, you would think he wanted to devour you. You could barely keep yourself from trembling, which he apparently found amusing.

Sadist.

"Do I make you that nervous, tesoro?” he gave you a devilish grin, the pet name making you imperceptibly clench your thighs together. Just how drunk was he?

"Ah, it's- it's nothing, the alcohol does it to me sometimes. Man, is it just me or has it gotten very hot in here?" You started blabbering.

"And this movie is for the trash, when I say nowadays, they-" You froze in place, mouth hanging agape.

"L-Leone?" You choked out.

Abbacchio had just... he had leaned in and placed a sensual kiss at the side of your neck. He then spoke into your skin, sending shivers throughout your body.

"Is it true what Mista told me? That you have feelings for me, mm?"

At that moment, you felt all blood drain from your face.

"That bastard! I'm going to kill him!!" You yelled, betrayed and utterly embarrassed.

You thought your secret was safe with your best friend. You were wrong.

That was all the confirmation Abbacchio needed. He slammed his lips on yours and kissed you with unparalleled hunger. When he slipped his tongue inside your mouth you lost your mind.

"Do you have. Any idea. What you've been doing to me. All this time? You brat,” He spoke against you between desperate kisses.

You moaned into his mouth, you couldn't believe this was really happening, after all the times you had fantasized about it. Pulling back, you panted against him.

"I had no idea, Leone," you grabbed both sides of his face with your palms, your thumbs stroking his cheekbones.

"Of course, you didn't, you clueless bitch," He breathed into your ear, leaving a long lick on it.

You whined and involuntarily bucked against his clothed erection.

With this, he pushed your back down on the couch, climbing on top of you and locking his hips around yours, making sure his groin was right above your sensitive area. He bit down at the tender flesh of your neck, eliciting a yelp from you, then proceeded to lick the whole area until your chest, shifting his gaze to you when leaving particularly long lips, all while his hands began exploring under your shirt, squeezing here and there.

"Ah!" You pulled at his long hair when he sucked on a rather delicate spot.

"Fuck (y/n), do that again," He said breathlessly, looking at you with hazy eyes.

So, you pulled again, harder this time, and he grinded against you with a groan.

"You filthy puttana,” he licked the front your throat and grazed his teeth on it, making you arch your head back into the cushions in pleasure. "I'm going to fuck the living daylights out of you, okay? Tell me to go away and I will, right this moment, but if you say you want this there's no going back. I'll fucking destroy you."

You almost felt yourself come undone right then and there from his words alone.

"Please, Leone. I- I need you,” you pulled him impossibly closer to you from the back of his head.

"P-Please.”

"Say no more."

And fuck the living daylights out of you he did.

He took his time undressing himself, visibly satisfied by you all but drooling at the sight of his chiselled body full on display, before returning his focus on you. He tore away everything with calculated motions, licking and biting at every inch of your exposed skin. At last, Abbacchio settled between your legs. You bit your lip in anticipation as he was so close to where you needed him most. He placed bites and kisses on the insides of your upper thighs, letting out a dark chuckle at how your legs were already trembling.

"Seriously bambina? We haven't even started yet."

Not being able to handle the teasing any longer you tugged at his hair, guiding him upwards. He complied with a hum, finally placing his mouth on your clit. The way he licked and sucked it as if his life depended on it, worked your pussy with his long fingers and growled on you every time you pulled his hair, had you coming in what felt like seconds. If he had any strands of hair after this was over it would be a wonder.

"L-Leone!! That felt... amazing," you were left a panting, whining mess beneath him.

Completely at his mercy and you wouldn't have it any other way.

You grabbed his hand and slid his fingers in your mouth. It only left him wanting to feel that pretty tongue of yours twirling around his throbbing member even more, if that was possible.

Abbacchio hovered over you.

"Ready?" he spoke into your ear, his lilac lips brushing the shell.

"I've never been more ready in my life" you laughed and he couldn't help but laugh as well.

You shut your eyes, both your breaths hitching in your throats as he entered you. You opened your eyes to see him breathing heavily on top of you and it was the sexiest thing you had ever seen. You were about to spur him on when he spoke up.

"(Y/n)," You were taken aback by his serious tone and him staring deep into your eyes, genuine concern written on his face "Even with everything I said before, don't hesitate to tell me to slow down or stop if you feel uncomfortable, okay? The last thing | want is to hurt you."

His words were an instant meltdown for your heart. Your lips quivered and you couldn't stop the tears from running down your eyes.

"T-Thank you. Don't worry, I will. No need to hold back."

"Oh, Tesoro," he kissed your wet cheeks

"I'll make sure the next time you cry will be because of pleasure instead.”

And with that, he thrust into you, ripping out a scream from your throat. You were glad you two were alone in the house with all the moans and grunts you each let out every time Abbacchio slammed into you, and in the living room no less.

The man's bruising pace and the absolute filth he whispered in your ear- every time he called you a ‘puttana’ you felt like you ascended- had you unravelling beneath him, him following soon after. You swore you saw stars- no, the whole galaxy.

You laid there for a while, waiting to calm down. You were the first to move, pushing Abbacchio- who seemed to be in a daze- from you so you could kneel down on the floor before him. His eyes widened with lust at the implications of your actions, you not being far behind yourself. You almost salivated at the treat that was a breath away from your face. God, you wanted to eat him up. And eat him up you would.

You looked up at him with an oh-so-innocent face and once he gave you an eager nod- not before gulping- you began your feast.

After you adjusted to his length in your mouth -he was a big man- he began manhandling the shit out of you; grabbing your hair hard, using your mouth and throat solely for his pleasure, bucking into you hard, not to mention you had your life squeezed out of you from his thighs. Tears were streaming down your face and you were turned on once again from feeling the man in all his glory, a moaning mess yet dominant as ever.

As you felt his thrusts getting sloppier and his cock spasming around your lips, signalling he was close, you pulled away, thinking it would be fun to edge him. Wrong move.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing (y/n)?” He growled.

"Hmmm dunno,” you placed your ring finger on your lips, pretending to be deep in thought. "Might've changed my- ah!" You were cut off mid-sentence as he yanked you close to his face by your hair, his hot puffs of air making you light-headed.

"Whore," He snarled. Gritted teeth and dishevelled silver hair sticking on his forehead with sweat, Abbacchio was a sight to behold. You left a long lick at the front of his neck, sucking at where his Adam's apple was and he threw his head back with a grunt. He was shivering. The control you had over him now, even if it would be proved to be short-lived, was intoxicating.

"Tell me something | don't know," You mumbled against his skin, humming.

"Don't fuck with me, (y/n). You're gonna pay for it later and you're not gonna like it one bit. I'll make you scream so hard your throat will be sore for days. If I'm generous enough you might even walk after weeks" he grabbed you again, spitting venom in your ears.

"Mmm is that a threat or a promise, Leone?" you brushed his bottom lip with your thumb. "Besides, if you want it that much, why don't you show it to me, caro?” You gave a few lazy strokes to his dick, noticing the way his breath hitched in his throat.

"Instead of talking shit, use that pretty mouth of yours to suck me off."

You chuckled, realising that was the most you would get out of Leone Abbacchio. For now, at least. He was lucky you wanted him as much as he wanted you, if not more. You sank to your knees, taking him in. You weren't one to leave a job half-finished, anyway. As soon as he released in your mouth, some of his cum dripping down your chest, he grabbed you and threw you back on the couch, caging your sides with his arms, a smirk making its way on his face.

"Playtime's over, principessa."

His mouth crushed on yours and he enveloped you in a heated kiss, devouring your lips and leaving you breathless. His boner was poking your thigh and you wondered how it was possible for a man to remain hard for so long, not that you were complaining. It must've been a result of all the pent-up frustration he had built up over the course of him crushing on you, a fact your mind had yet to process. He hooked your left ankle over his shoulder, gazing at your body up and down while licking his lips. The rest was history.

You didn't know how long you were going at each other but one thing was certain: when you first approached him it was a little after midnight, now the sun was almost beginning to set.

You had done anything your dirty minds managed to scheme. Him being on top of you, taking you from behind- he even let you ride him once, only once though, since he had taken an oath to thoroughly and utterly destroy you. Abbacchio was a man of his word, after all. You lost it when at one point he had gotten out Moody Blues, letting him fuck you while you tugged at the cushions, full on sobbing from the accumulated overstimulation. He joined his stand shortly after.

You collapsed on the man laying down on the couch, exhausted.

"Oh my god Leone, that was... Fuck, you are amazing," you buried your face in his chest, steading your breathing.

"I've never felt better in my entire life.”

He draped an arm around your shoulders, stoking your scalp with the other. Judging by the faint glint in his eyes, you knew he felt the same.

After downing the rest of the alcohol, you laid back down, limbs entangled and chests pressed together, drifting off to a much-needed pressed together, enveloped by the warmth of a blanket you found nearby.

You had to thank Mista in the morning.

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esha-isboogara · 2 years

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perv! leone

i am a disgusting person but if i’m honest i feel 0 shame-this one is a bit short

i did a few others as well !! jotaro & joseph & dio & kakyoin & bruno & rohan

♡dark content !! period sex mentioned ??

☆perv leone who can’t keep his cool when you’re around because those outfits that trish lets you borrow does things to him.

☆perv leone who loves watching you fight because the way your body moves turns him on.

☆perv leone who scares other boys off from talking to you. he does it for your own good y/n. these boys don't want anything but sex from you, he is protecting you from a broken heart.

☆perv leone who was thrilled when bruno brought you back and ever more so when he finds out you’re 19. so fragile and easy to manipulate.

☆perv leone who helps you comb your hair out after you shower. partly because he wants to be nice and partly so he can touch your soft skin and take in your fresh scent.

☆perv leone who loves laundry day. he always volunteers to do it and no one complains. better him than them right ? he always goes through and picks out your prettiest panties and cutest shirts. anything that smells like you. he takes it to his room and keeps it for a bit, sleeps with it on his pillow and uses it for his more lewd needs. after a few weeks he will wash them and act shocked when you find it in the laundry.

☆perv leone who gets giddy when you start your period. you’re always so emotional and he’s quick to comfort you. holding you close to his chest and stoking your hair. he’s always happy to go on errands for you and get all your favorite foods. he doesn’t mind a little blood. he will fuck the cramps away <3

☆perv leone always follows you on your solo missions. he has to make sure you’re safe. and maybe he gets to see a bit of your naked body ;)

☆perv leone who gets hard when you eat sweets in front of him. the way you lick your lips and softly groan to yourself about how good it is. god he wants to know how your lips feel against his. how your tongue would feel against his member

☆perv leone who uses his stand for his benefit. if he likes that outfit you’re wearing he’ll have moody blues use it’s power to show him ur again and again. he feels so guilty afterwards but does it again and again.

#this was was so much shorter than i wanted it to be #emo dad #i am such a sucker for guys like him #long hair #dark makeup #painted nails !?#it gets no better than that #i am so down bad #abbacchio smut #leone abbacchio #abbacchio x reader #dark content #tw he’s a perv #perv!leone #jjba smut #jjba part 5 #anime x reader #jjba x reader #esha writes

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bruabbasbellaragazza · 2 years

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That Damn Café [MM4F, MM4NB, MM4GNC]

synopsis: bruno and abbacchio punish you after a gang meeting.

mdni 18+: polyamory, established relationship,(slight) daddy kink, degredation (abba), praise (bruno), brat taming, use of nicknames (pretty, baby, princess, girl, slut, whore, & bitch), dry humping, choking, slight voyeurism, fingering, edging, love bites, breast play, spit play, slight masturbation, cum play, cum eating, (implied) breeding, dumbification, face fucking, dacryphilia, reverse cowgirl, double penetration, over stimulation, rough sex, (i hope that’s all the tags😭)

pairing: bruno x abbacchio x reader (afab, fem presenting, non-binary[usage of they/them pronouns])

note: this is my first piece pls be nice😭. also, i was very horny making this cuz i hadn’t engaged in hankey pankey for like a WEEK cuz i was w/ family🥲 apologies for the filth, i need to touch grass.

word count: 2.9k

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the bucci gang meetings have just been WAAAAY to long today. i mean the meetings are usually this long, but there’s something about today that just took everyone out. the day’s almost over but y’all are still at this damn café and your mind is playing tricks on you. nirancia’s starting to seem like a genius, fugo’s being less violent today, mista’s dead silent, and girono’s just asleep at this point.

but bruno and abbacchio? they start looking a little tew fine. they’re already gorgeous, but it’s something about you being tired and bored out of your mind that’s letting explicit thoughts enter your mind about your beloved boyfriends. until of course you decide tht this meeting can get a little *spiced up*

sitting in the chair between the two men, you start getting a little more clingy. starting with abbacchio, you “mindlessly” put your hand on his upper, inner thigh, and lay your head on his shoulder. this sudden touch made him perk up and look down at you. “you okay bella?” he said with adoring eyes. “yea, i’m just a little tired, that’s all.” you say snuggling even more into him, with your hand moving farther up his thigh.

you could hear him start to breathe a little harder the closer ur hand got to his clothed buldge. your head was also closer to his neck now, so you took that to your advantage and placed a little peck there. nothing too serious, but enough for him to fully grasp what you were trying to do.

his face started to turn a little red, as he makes a little cough to keep his composure as you start to palm him through his clothes. “oh so you want to act like a slut today huh?” he says under his breath making sure no one can hear. he puts a firm grasp on your wrist and looks at you with a glare as you give him a devious smirk in response. then his eyes shift and look at bruno to give him a signal.

you knew you were done for when he gave bruno that look. being that bruno was in the middle of speaking to everyone (who is barely paying attention at this point), he gives you a glare as he finishes his sentence. suddenly, to your surprise, he wraps up his lecture. you knew it was gonna be a long night if bruno ended a meeting early, so you pull away from abbacchio and try your best to put on your “good girl” attitude for the ride home. but you knew you were fucked no matter how hard you tried to hide what you just did.

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at the house

when the whole gang got back to the house, everyone disbursed into their rooms to relax for the rest of the day. you made your way quickly to your room making sure to avoid eye contact with bruno or abba and get out of their *possible* reach.

making it successfully to your room, 10 mins pass, then 20 pass so you think your in the clear until you get a text on your phone from bruno

“come into my room princess.”

the first word tht came to mind was ‘shit!’ but then your realized… “ain’t this kinda what i wanted anyways?” so accepting your fate, you respond and make your way upstairs to bruno’s room.

when you get to the door, you knock and bruno greets you at the door. “ciao mia bella principessa”, he says. “hi baby!” you say nervous as hell with a slight tone of precaution in your voice.

“so what was going on in the café today?” he asks. still trying to be oblivious, you go ahead and say that you were tired, which isn’t entirely false, then say you were just “resting on abba’s shoulder” while looking up with puppy eyes at the 6’1 man in front of you.

“you wanna tell him what else you were doing?”

you jump at abba’s deep voice behind you, because you knew you got caught. but you finally got what you wanted. you sandwiched between your gorgeous 6’1 capo boyfriend and your hunk 6’2 ex-cop boyfriend.

“but i didn’t do anything!” you snap back in a bratty tone.

all the sudden, abbacchio closes the door behind you, leans his back against it and pulls your back into him with his hands on both sides of your hips. “so not only are you a whore, your a liar too is that right bella” he says as he presses his hard buldge into your ass. “if you didn’t do anything, why am i hard right now hmm?”

you immediately get turned on feeling him behind you. “i don’t know? maybe i’m just that irresistible that you get off on just the sight of me. something you’re to scared to admit baby” you say smiling back at him in a bratty tone but are immediately snatched of your talking rights when abba places a rough hand around your throat and forces you to face bruno.

“oh mia dolce bella ragazza, if you wanted to be fucked so bad you should’ve just said so. now we have to punish you principessa” bruno says while he walks towards you caging you in with abba still behind you. he lifts up your chin like he’s going to kiss you but goes right past and brings his lips to abbacchio’s. while you turn you head to watch the sultry scene before you, you massage bruno’s cock and continue to roll your hips on abba, all three of you letting out little moans.

as bruno pulls away, a string of saliva connects the two’s lips and they both give you a dangerous look. bruno saw the desperation in your eyes and pulled your mouth into his. as you two are sloppily making out, abbacchio releases his hand off your throat and pulls up your skirt to reveal your sopping wet, black, lace panties. a set both bruno and abba enjoyed seeing you get ruined in.

“already a mess for us after all that teasing huh? what if i just-“, and in one motion, abba moves your panties to the side and sticks two digits in, immediately rubbing your sweet spot from the inside while abusing your neck with marks.

you moaned into bruno’s mouth and he used that as access to push his tongue into your mouth as he brought his hands up your back to undo your terrible excuse for a shirt(those head scarf shirts that you tie in the back!).

“hmmmm” they both hum in unison at the sight of your bare breasts out. your nipples hardened by the cold air. bruno wastes no time in massaging them with both hands as he violates your mouth.

in your head you already learned your lesson. you’re already reaching your peak by bruno and abba stimulating everything at once mixed with the lewd noises of abba’s fingers moving in and out of your wet cunt, arousal dripping on the floor and down your leg already and the pretty moans escaping both of them.

abbacchio feels your walls pulsate, letting him know your about to cum then- “bruno, stop” abbacchio says.

you snap back, breathless and drunk off of your two boyfriends already. you cant even say anything but your needy eyes do all the talking.

“you look so beautiful like this princess-” bruno says taking a step back to admire you. “but dirty sluts like you don’t deserve to cum until we say so” abba says as he takes his fingers out of you and shoves them down your throat, ordering you to suck his fingers clean.

Bruno then proceeds to walk over to the edge of his bed, still standing up he motions for you and abba to meet him. “get on your knees baby” he says. and you obliged looking up at him as he pets your head.

“since our pretty girl is being disrespectful today i think we should ruin that little throat of theirs so they can’t talk back. what do you think abbacchio?” he says still keeping eye contact with you and he grazes his thumb over your supple bottom lip.

“i agree. i think our pretty little bitch needs a punishment” abba replies looking down at you.

soon enough, you hear the click of both their belts and see their pants and briefs drop to their ankles along with the rest of their suits coming off and then pushing everything to the other side of the room.

not only were their bodies toned like greek gods, both your men were PACKING. Bruno on the longer side while abbacchio on the girthy side. nonetheless they both knew how to ruin you in more ways than one. bruno applies more pressure to your bottom lip, forcing your mouth to open up for him. he spits in your mouth “fuck you’re so pretty mama. can you swallow for me?” you don’t even hesitate and down his saliva with the quickness.

“look at the pretty little slut doing what their told” abbacchio says with his hands tangled in your hair, forcing you to look up at him. abbacchio spits but this time not for your mouth, it’s to add some slick for bruno’s cock while he pumps his length.

that scene had your mind going beserk. all you wanted to do now was make your two men feel good.

with the hand that’s in your hair, abbacchio aligns your mouth with bruno’s pink tip. you open your mouth slightly to try and tease bruno a little, but abba continues to push until the entire shaft isn’t even visible, making you choke. tears leave your ducts and bruno let’s out a moan from the warm sensation of you wrapped around him. “fuuuuck baby you feel so good” he moans and you hum while his length is inside you, stimulating him.

bruno and abba are enamored by how pretty you look beneath them like this. you stay still for a while until abba starts to bob your head back and forth on bruno’s cock, the sight making abbacchio’s member stiffen up even more. “why don’t you put those pretty hands to work baby?” abbacchio says while bruno is lost in pleasure.

hearing your side conversation, bruno takes it upon himself to slick up abbacchio for you. after he spits on his cock, you bring your hand up to pump abbacchio’s member.

“you’re so needy pumping us both at once. letting us use you like a dirty fucking sex toy. huh bella,” abbacchio moans out. just you doing this much is enough for them to want to reward you for being such a good girl for them and taking your punishment so well.

bruno uses his free hands to pull abbacchio into another kiss. this one is even better than before. you get to see your boyfriends moaning into each other’s mouths with each sloppy kiss as you pleasure them.

there’s so many noises going on. the lewd noises of your mouth taking bruno in and the wet noises of abbacchio’s precum being spread all over him. to the high pitched moans coming from all three of you. any outsider would be touching themselves just from the beautiful sounds you all are making.

this sight lasts a few more moments until bruno feels his release starting to come on. he pulls away from the kiss with abba and has both hands on the back of your head. bobbing ur head up and down, fast, using your mouth like a flesh light. “princepessa i’m gonna fucking cum down that slutty throat of yours and you’re gonna swallow every last drop. alright baby” he says as he’s charging into you back and forth. all you could do is let out a “mmmmm” in response and soon you feel his hot release coat your throat after a few more strokes.

in the meantime, abbacchio takes in this sight by pumping his own length since bruno took you over. watching his gorgeous slut of a partner take his pretty boyfriend in like that was enough to send him over the edge as he touched himself.

bruno released his length from your mouth “such a good bella ragazza” he moaned as he rubbed his cock all over you lips. bruno then brought you up to take in the taste of him on your tongue and it was blissful. when he finished tasting you, he finally sat down on the edge of the bed, taking off your skirt and lace panties, and placed you in his lap so that you could face abbacchio while also pinning your hands behind your back.

“mmm baby you thought your punishment was over? it’s daddy’s turn to fuck that abused throat now” abbacchio coos.

“t-too m-much” you whine barely able to speak.

“aww pretty baby’s so dickmatized, that they’re too dumb to form a sentence.” abbacchio says with a smirk and bruno lets out a little chuckle. “but since you’ve been taking your punishment so well, we just might reward you principessa, bruno says while layering kisses on your neck and collar bone.

still pumping himself, abbacchio gets closer to you and inserts himself into your mouth making your throat go through round two. like bruno, abbacchio abused your throat thrusting in and out till tears sent your mascara running down your face. this time tho abbacchio had an idea. when he felt like he was close he took himself out.

bruno let’s go of your hands behind your back and widens your legs so your feet are planted on the bed and your glistening pussy is on display. he then grabs ahold of your waist.

“instead of cumming in your throat i wanna cum on that slutty little pussy of yours.” abbacchio states as he pumps himself. he then aligns his cock with your pussy and rubs his dick up and down your folds. making you squirm in bruno’s hands. the sensation of abba’s tip brushing against your clit. almost made you go brain dead at that point. your creamy juices coating his cock as he moves up and down, moaning with every movement, until finally abba’s thick white substance spurts everywhere. on your stomach, breasts, and most importantly your pretty pussy. the cumin that didn’t land on your heat, was wiped off with your free hand which you then brought to your mouth, and licked clean all while keeping eye contact.

“you’re gonna drive me insane baby. i think our pretty little bitch deserves to be rewarded now dont’cha think capo?” he says rubbing his cum in.

“oh they definitely get to cum now” bruno says in your ear. he then uses one hand to make circles around your throbbing cunt. “but before you do, you have to beg for it mama” he says

“c-capo p-please i-i need y-you b-both to fill m-me up” you say with desperation in your hoarse throat.

“goddamn, you’re so perfect baby even with a hoarse throat” bruno coos behind you.

lifting you up by your waist, bruno coats his dick in yours and abba’s juices by rubbing against your folds for lube, aligns himself with your back door and seats you back down on his lap. the beautiful noises you let out make bruno shower you in kisses while abbacchio comes up and aligns himself with your front entrance. another lewd moan escapes your lips as you feel both your boyfriends inside of you at the same time. stretching your tight holes out.

you don’t even know words anymore, you can only make sounds as bruno and abbacchio move in and out of you in unison, hitting every sweet spot you could’ve had in mind. the pain mixed with pleasure was just the thing you wanted since the beginning of the day.

loud moans from you and your men filling up the room as you three all feel each other at once. the slapping noises of your ass hitting bruno’s lap and abbacchio slamming into you at the same time.

“looks like one little thing’s missing some attention” abba notices how pretty and lonely your clit looks and starts to rub circles with his thumb. this only intensified the feeling for you. this whole thing started off as punishment and ended up with your men making you cum the hardest you ever had. your juices started to mix with theirs, creamy rings forming around the base of both of their cocks. that pit in your stomach was getting bigger and bigger.

grunts, groans, and moans filling the air making you reach your release. “c-cumming p-please” you attempt to say.

“cum on us beautiful while we fill up ur holes”

“that’s right baby. your little pussy is so perfect”

“cum b-baby. c’mon” they say back and forth until all three at the same time make loud noises that fill up the room. everyone riding out their highs with each other.

finally everything’s calmed down. heavy breathing from the three of you fills the room as you all snap back to reality. you all are sprawled out on top of each other. cuddling and kissing each other until you all finally fall asleep from being tired. all because of that meeting at that damn café.

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tags: @darwh on deviantart

#bruno bucciarati #abbacchio leone #bruno x reader #abbacchio x reader #bruno x abbacchio x reader #bruabba x reader #bruno smut #bruno bucciarati smut #abbacchio smut #jjba #jjba part 5 #jjba smut #bucciarati gang #bruabba smut

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slutfactory · 2 years

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★ ╏random nsfw jjba hcs — golden wind edition !

ft. abbacchio, mista, and risotto !

reader's gender isn't implied at all, but they have a penis. MiNORS AND FUJOS DNI >:(

✦ abbacchio likes to have his hair pulled. especially if you're fucking him from behind. he prefers it from the back because he doesn't want you to see his fucked out expression when you rail him. but he doesn't try to stop you from fucking him in front of a mirror. in fact, he loves to see how you look down on him from behind.

✧ also, leone gives the sloppiest succ when he's drunk. he's unable to control his salivary glands very well, so he drools all over your cock. <3

✦ mista, being a gunslinger, would be into gunplay. he practically melts when you point his revolver at him while he rides you. the possibility of being shot (even though he knows that you won't) makes him so hot and bothered. guido watched an action based porno once.

✧ if you slut shame him for getting off on danger, he will cream himself. just saying-

✦ risotto is a big fan of bdsm. hell, he looks like the average bdsm dom—but little to everyone else's knowledge, he's actually the sub. he's into all of it; bondage, spanking, edging, sensory deprivation, degradation, public humiliation, cnc—you name it. yes, nero has a deep voice, but it's not as deep when he's crying and begging for his release.

✧ he has a lot of toys, and likes having you watch him use them. <3

#✦ ╏small headcanon(s)#🗂️ —jjba #abbacchio smut #mista smut #risotto smut #jjba smut #sub jjba #top reader #dom reader #top male reader #seme male reader

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sigilsmut · 1 year

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𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭. 𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐨

Deciding that enough was enough, a tipsy Abbacchio finally speaks his thoughts and feelings in a more intimate way. Reader is GN, no pronouns.

CW : oral sex (m!receiving), fingering, vaginal penetration, mutual pining, some jealousy, alcohol mention

Abbacchio swore up and down that a fight to the death with an enemy Stand sounded way easier and much more appealing than confessing how strongly he felt towards you. Still, that did nothing to ease the stinging sensation in his chest or in his throat from the scene in front of him.

“You look extravagant tonight, mio caro.” Bruno’s blue eyes peered into yours, his voice never faltered even as he felt holes being burned in the back of his skull. He was well aware of Abbacchio’s feelings for you, for the latter had confided in him about his inner turmoil a month after you had joined. Still, even he was treading on thin ice. It was a bold move on his part, gently twirling strands of your hair in between calloused fingers, right in front of his subordinate.

“Ah, thank you, Bucciarati.” You flashed your pearly whites, obviously very proud of your outfit of choice, which was perfectly on theme for Valentine’s Day. The event was just a small party to celebrate the Capo's return from his strenuous mission, so while it wasn’t particularly fancy, you still wanted to present yourself as clean and decent as possible.

Abbacchio’s eyes furrowed and he grinded his teeth into each other. His insides were burning up, envy clinging to his lungs like hot tar. In a setting where he should be holding respect for his Capo’s authority, it slowly chipped away as he could do nothing but glare at the scene in front of him. The speakers played its music loud enough to muffle the voices of his teammates, yet it did nothing to drown out the sound of your laughter. A sound caused by someone that wasn’t him.

He planted his lips back on the glass, his mind dancing between snatching you away from his Capo or falling back and continuing to drink his feelings away. The burn of alcohol in the back of his throat wasn’t enough to override the jealousy that ate at him, the irritation that stirred in the pit of his gut. This wasn’t encouragement from a friend, not while the man had his lips hovering near your ear.

This was a slap in the face.

With a clenched jaw, the goth slammed his glass down on the table and slipped into the hallway. Whether it was from fear of speaking out and ruining the atmosphere or his lack of appearance genuinely went unnoticed, nobody commented on it. Regardless, you definitely noticed.

“Is he ok?” You spoke up. The concern made itself known as you frowned, looking towards your Capo for answers just as you always have. “For some reason he doesn’t look too happy to be here. Did something tick him off?”

“Perhaps.” Placing a hand on his hips, Bruno nudged his head in the direction Abbacchio disappeared into. “Why don’t you go check on him and make sure he’s ok? He might loosen up if it’s you.”

Quirking a brow at his smug tone, you shook it off. Your priorities lying in Abbacchio’s sudden moodiness were more important than whatever mischievousness the man was up to this time.

It actually didn’t take long to find him. You navigated your way down the halls decorated in hearts and plastic angels that hung from the ceiling, eventually rounding the corner into the one room you suspected he escaped into. You found him doubled over on his bed, his forehead resting on the palms of his hands and fingers tugging at lavender locks. Knowing how overwhelmed he gets in most social settings, the sight did not ease your worries at all.

“...Abbacchio?” His head snapped towards your figure and you fought to swallow the lump in your throat, along with the goosebumps rising across your skin. The tension had an uncomfortable heaviness, your head throbbing from his eyes boring into yours.

“I’m fine.” A sharp reply came at the tip of his tongue as you bit your own. When you didn’t say anything, he spoke again, his inquiry borderline accusatory. “Why’re you here, anyway?”

“Because of your attitude. You looked irritated, and I wanted to see what was wrong with you.” You bit back with just as much force behind your voice. Abbacchio winced slightly, hearing how your tone balanced between annoyance and uneasiness. He dug his nails further into his scalp, drops of sweat starting to collect on his paling face. He weighed his options, figuring he could clam up once more and kick you out, thus ripping his feelings in tatters and possibly ruin what little friendship the two of you had. You stepped closer in his vicinity, and almost instinctively he stood up like you were an anomaly. “What’s wrong, Abbacchio?”

“What’s wrong with me is you. I’m fucking in love with you.”

The silence that followed was deafening, only being filled by the muffled noise of music in the background. He didn’t dare look you in the eyes and instead chose to close them, his nails digging into his palms and boring crescents into them.

Liquid courage. He thought that maybe the amount of wine he consumed tonight would simultaneously comfort him and give him the push he needed, but it appeared to be a mistake given your shocked expression. He shouldn’t have said anything, he should have just insisted he be left alone and force you to leave, lock the door along with his heart and-

Abbacchio’s eyes suddenly snapped wide open, damn near the size of saucers. He could almost feel the oxygen being stolen right in front of him as you reached up and planted your lips onto his own. In a single kiss, each crack in his resolve that was meticulously stitched together and sealed for months fell apart in a matter of seconds. He knew there would be no turning back as soon as his painted lips met yours, and felt the tension in his shoulders release as you reciprocated our feelings with one action.

With one swift motion your body collided with the mattress below you, and the man crawled over and cage you in between his body and the sheets. He kissed you again with a newfound eagerness, planting his hands on your waist and knees inside of your legs. The tension between the two of you was finally gone, replaced with a want to merge with each other’s souls until his heart pounded against your ribcage.

His tongue forced its way into your mouth, the pinkish organ swirling with yours and swiping at every inch of your oral cavity. One of your hands found its way in his hair, fingers weaving in between and tugging at whatever strands it could get ahold of. Blood rushed from his head to his groin and he growled, detaching his lips from you and pulled at your clothes. His lipstick smudged on your lips and neck, and his chest swelled with pride and another funky feeling that had him bursting at the seams.

It was incredibly difficult not to marvel at the beauty Abbacchio so shamelessly displayed. Although the room was almost pitch black, the glow of the streetlights peering in through the window made it somewhat easier for you to see, and you found yourself sizing him up — heat pooling in your core as your eyes trailed from his sunset hues to his the deliciously sculpted jawline, his broad shoulders, and the tiny trail of lavender pubes disappearing into his V-line.

“You’re drooling.” He smirked down at you despite the rosiness that bled from his cheeks into his collarbone. You huffed, preparing a smartass reply at the tip of your tongue. However it died down at his tongue now flicking and swirling around your perked nipples. Your fingers dug into and pulled at his scalp, your resolve quickly folding underneath him.

While his mouth worked at your chest, his middle and ring fingers swiped up and down your slick folds, and slipped inside of your hole with an embarrassing easiness. You bucked your hips into them, turning your head from side to side. He smirked against your chest, deepening his thrusts and curling his fingers against the spongy spot that brought tears in your eyes.

You then placed a hand on his chest, and with another tug in his hair, he fell against the mattress with a groan. You shuddered as his fingers never left your core, maneuvering your body to reach down and take his balls into your mouth. Abbacchio widened his eyes as you slurped, releasing them with small pop, and licked a stripe up his thick cock. You finally took it into your mouth, sloppily sucking at his blushing head and bobbing your head down.

“You’re-fuck!-so good, so fucking good..” The pleasure Abbacchio felt was dizzying, and it increased more so once he began thrusting his fingers into you again. Your moans dragged behind, the vibrations sending a shudder into the man’s body. His legs twitched along with his dick as he bucked his hips, trying to push himself further into your warm mouth.

He all but drooled at the way you gazed up at him through lidded eyes, his cock glistening from the spit and precum that gathered in your mouth. In a swift motion, he yanked his fingers out of you and grabbed the sides of your head to slam you down for your nose to brush against his pubes. You gagged in surprise at the sudden intrusion in your throat, which only fueled him to drive his cock deeper just to hear and watch you gag on his cock.

One more sloppy thrust had him releasing in your mouth. You couldn’t exactly taste him, but nonetheless hummed at the warm feeling down your throat. He shivered at how you peered up at him, with those lust-blown eyes and a dazed look on your face. So fucking cute, he thought, such an innocent look tainted by the filthiness of his dick in your mouth and his spunk down your throat. Seeing you like this made his cock throb and left him even more determined to have you look at him the same way as you cum on his dick.

Foreheads stuck to each other and eyes never leaving the other, he lined himself up at your core. With a deep breath he pushed himself inside, hearing you groan as the two of you felt every inch of him sink into your velvety walls. You squirmed underneath him and clenched, making him knit his eyebrows and accidentally thrust forward, pulling your hips flush against his pubic bone.

“FUCK, you’re tight!” Abbacchio buried his head into your neck and bit down, making you squeal and clench around him again. Pulling another moan out of him, a few sluggish strokes followed, giving you time to accommodate and make room for his girth. The moment he picked up the pace your arms found their way around his neck, nails scratching his scalp and yanking at clumps of his hair.

“Do that again.” The growl that ripped from the back of his throat was guttural, manually locking your legs against your chest and slamming his hips into your thighs with renewed vigor. Every love bite littering y’all’s skin threatened to fully form after all of this was said and done, lips nipping at each other’s skin and sucking as much as possible.

“FUUAAAAAH — FUCK! OH MY GOOOOD!” You screamed into the darkness, wet sounds of his balls slapping against your ass bouncing off the walls at a speed that gave you whiplash. Your eyes rolled back inside your head, too focused on trying not to lose your mind to see a devilish grin tug at Abbacchio’s puffy lips. Planting his knees at a certain angle, his cock aggressively pistoned in and out of your warmth, grunting and groaning in your ears as stars clouded his vision.

He was in a state of bliss, his dick being clenched tightly by the person he fell in love with. The love of his life being claimed and pleasured by nobody but him. A perfect way to end on Valentine’s Day, he thought. It couldn’t get much better than this.

The bed violently shook and croaked under you, the headboard slamming against the wall from Abbacchio’s powerful thrusts. Sweat dripped and mixed in between your bodies, even dripping down and mixing with the slime around your sex. His nails dug into your thighs, hands squeezing them for dear life just like his blood did to his cock.

“Shit, shit, fuck! So good for me.. C’mon—!” He groaned, his fingers slipped in between and toyed with your sex to further push you to the edge. The knot that burned in your core threatening to burst as he kissed your cervix so sweetly. He bit the shell of your ear, in the same spot Bucciarati had whispered against. “Nobody can ever do this to you like I am. I’ve loved you since the day I laid eyes on you. Nobody can ever fuck you like this.”

You threw your head back and screamed, hands gripping the ball of his shoulders as your walls spasmed. The tension in your gut had been released, the squelching noises of your hole finally reaching your ears and flushing you further. Abbacchio shuddered against you as your walls clung to him, milking him for all he’s worth with his own release. He harshly slammed against you to push himself as deep as possible, his cum filling you to the brim and spilling out in a creamy ring around the base of his dick.

Heavy, labored breaths filled the room. Finally taking notice of the hotness in the air, the smell of sex filled your nostrils as your legs shook like jelly and fell to Abbacchio’s sides whining as his softened cock slipped out of you. He took in the sight of you post-nut; your tear-filled eyes, skin covered head to toe in love bites and purple lipstick stains that finally took form, and the thick, creamy slush pouring out of your hole. He burned the image below him in the back of his mind and committed it to memory, satisfied that he was the one to make you come undone.

Pulling himself away from you, he fetched a towel to clean you off with. He got lost in his mind as he wiped you down, retracing his steps and wondering how the hell he got in this position, much less a poorly, alcohol-induced confession leading to this moment.

The goth was pulled out of his thoughts from you pulling him down by his shoulders, feverishly kissing him with a newfound shyness. “I do too, I just didn’t want to annoy you too much.”

His brows rose and his heart thumped furiously against his chest. Taken aback by your (verbal) confession, he wrapped an arm around your sweaty back and pulled you closer. “You could never annoy me.” He mumbled against your puffy lips.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #leone abbacchio #abbacchio x reader #abbacchio smut #first finished fic of this year #this is embarassing lmfao #hopefully i'll be able to write more in the future

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