Leone Abbacchio x Fem!Reader
cw: drinking, public sex, name calling
The music was blasting, making the floor vibrate with the powerful bass. Your grasp on your lipstick stained drink was still firm as you pushed your way through the crowded space, eventually getting lost in the sea of people.
The ambiance was absolutely mesmerizing, with the red led lights casting a sultry glow on everything and everyone. The air was filled with the intoxicating scent of musky cologne, spicy perfume, and the sweat beading off bodies, adding to the electric atmosphere. The alcohol you consumed had warmed you up, making your body tingle and your world spin slightly.
Feeling tipsy, you moved your body in sync with the music, not even realizing you were grinding against a stranger. You hummed along with the song, swaying your ass to the rhythm. You turn around to steal a glance at the stranger you're dancing on. Long silver hair cascading down his shoulders, plump lips adorned with dark lipstick, smoky eyes that pierced right through you.
Maybe it was the alcohol, but there was something undeniably alluring about dancing with a complete stranger and not to mention, an attractive one. You threw your head back, resting it on his shoulder, unable to contain your smile and laughter. You inhaled his scent, you weren’t familiar with men’s cologne but he smelled expensive, woody and fresh, the vanilla and amber notes lingering underneath.
In your slightly slurred voice, you ask him, "What's your name?" He replied with an unamused tone, "Leone." He rasped, giving you a lecherous gaze. His eyes were downturned and dangerously low, despite his poker face, you couldn’t help but become more enamored by this person. You continued to grind against his crotch, feeling his hands quickly latch onto your waist. He invaded every inch of your body, grabbing and squeezing your curves.
His small groans were barely audible over the music as he groped your breasts. You looked up at him, your eyes half-lidded and your face flushed with desire. “Fucks sake.” You hear him growl lowly to himself, you smile a bit, he was finally cracking under the pressure.
He swallowed thickly, relishing in the delicious friction of your ass rubbing against his boner, he gripped your thighs as a warning. You didn’t care, continuing to dance wildly, making your dress ride up your thighs. You could feel him rutting into you, his hand slipping past your dress, so tight you could see the outline of his large hand playing with your breast. He kneaded your tits, pinching and circling his thumb over your sensitive nipple.
You stifle a gasp, "There are people here." He shrugs. Savoring the moment, not caring about the consequences, feeling the slick gather on your panties. “Should've thought about that beforehand." he replies, his voice cold.
You can’t tell whether he hates it or not, his face remained the same the entire time. Without a word, he grabbed your wrist and led you inside the bathroom.
He locked the door behind you, backing you up against the wall, he looked down at you, his own eyes bretrayed him as you could see lust clouding them. You stopped breathing for a second, your view was beautiful, he stared at you through his lashes, sending a chill down your spine. The alcohol in your system only makes it more lewd. “You’re so handsome.. holy fuck.” You drunkenly blurt, your face flushing crimson. This caused him to finally crack, he chuckled, a wave of anxiety and excitement wash over you. He doesn't reciprocate, instead he wraps his hand around your throat, kissing you so desperately.
You were caught off guard but immediately accepted it. Nipping at his bottom lip, you earn a moan from Leone, making him bite you back. You suck on his tongue sloppily, moaning in his mouth, feeling his tongue writhe with yours. The music still blasting through the door. You struggle to breathe, vision starting to fade and he continued to kiss you with an intensity that made your head spin. Your hands weakly push up against his chest, trying to push him away but he doesn't budge. The lack of oxygen made you dizzy, but you would be lying if you said this didn't turn you on.
He pushes you flush against his body, hand still strangling you. Finally, he pulls away, staring at you with a dark desire. You try to catch your breath, your face a pretty shade of pink. Leone laughs at you, amused at your indignant expression "You're pathetic. you didn't even last a minute." he says, a cruel smirk tugging at his lips. You weakly look up at him and furrow your eyebrows. "Did I hurt your feelings? You don't know what you just got yourself into, huh?" he pushes, gripping your chin possessively.
"I just wanted to see how easily you'll break and you did so effortlessly." He steps closer, his hand giving your cheek a gentle pat. "I can handle it.." you reply. He cocks an eyebrow up, "can you? let's see how many times I can make you beg before you break." he takes a step back, his eyes scanning your figure. "Strip. Now." He commands.
You don't dare to defy him, but you hesitate for a moment, his eyes dark with anticipation. "What's wrong? You said you could handle it. So prove it." he watches, enjoying your discomfort, and with that you begin to strip naked. Your hands anxiously reach for your bra, unclasping it, watching it fall off your body. You stand there completely nude, your nipples hardening under his scrutiny. You can't bring yourself to meet his gaze. His eyes rake over your body, circling around you like a predator. "Good girl. You're more fuckable than I imagined."
"I know your type, you're the type to flaunt your body, knowing the effect you have on men, you need attention. You're a tease, you know that?" He taunts you. "Get on your knees." he directs. You waste no time and instantly get on your knees, scared of what he'll do if you retaliate. Your fingers fiddle nervously with his zipper. "Eager, aren't you?" he chuckles, tangling his fingers in your hair, snapping your head back so you're forced to look up at him. You gasp at the pain, your eyes welling up with tears.
His other hand reaches down to assist you, unbuckling his belt in one swift motion and freeing his hard cock. "You're taking too fucking long, do you want it or not?" he groans. Your lips part slightly, staring at his length, taking in every thick, pulsing inch of it. He seriously didn't expect you to fit all of that in your mouth, did he? Leone sees the hesitation in your eyes, spurring him on. It only serves to turn him on even more, knowing he has complete power over you. "What's the matter? Thought you said you can handle it." his voice a low, impatient rumble.
Leone looks down at you, kneeling before him. His leaking tip brushing against your plump lips, smearing his musky essence on them. "Don't waste my time, bitch." He groans. His grip on your locks tighten, forcing you to get closer. The pain shooting through your head made you moan, he took that opportunity to shove himself inside your mouth.
You gag violently at the sudden intrusion, your throat convulsing as you struggle to accommodate his massive size. "Filthy fucking bitch.." he exhales, not pausing his relentless thrusts. He hilts inside your throat, his balls slapping obscenely against your chin. He doesn't stop until every inch of him is inside your mouth. He holds you there, nose pressed against his pelvis. Drool seeps down from the side of your lips, dribbling down your chin, down between your tits.
Your lipstick messily transferring onto the base of his cock. Salty tears roll down your face, mascara staining your rosy cheeks. "Relax your throat." He snarls, one hand still painfully fisting your hair, while the other comes down fast and hard, slapping your cheek with a stinging crack. "You're struggling." He punctuates his words with a harsh thrust.
"I know you can do better than this, take it like the obedient whore you are, dolcezza." he hums, watching you with sadistic enjoyment. He continues to roughly piston his hips, fucking your face with brutal intensity. He holds you close, using you like a cheap fleshlight. Leone's hips start to stutter, his grip on you tight, unfolding into a panting mess.
"Shit, I'm cumming." he groans, pulling out of your mouth. You gasp for air, strings of saliva clinging from his dick to your lips. He aims his cock to your face, pulsating as hot thick ropes of cum fall on your warm skin. He keeps pumping his cock until he finishes. He lets out a satisfied groan, taking in the debauched sight of you. Cum streaked face, your makeup smeared and your hair tangled. "We're done here." he said, lowly, as he tucked himself back in his pants.
Soz for the shitty writing. Again, no proofreading cuz I just got out of work.. my mind is sludge. Just wanted to put something out there. Here's to @sugar-nagazaki 🥂
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