#melone x reader

[momentomoribitch]

The feminine urge to impregnate a man

[theshatteredstar]

Can I please request boobs/ass/thighs preferences of bucci gang and la squadra? For example, in my head mista is an ass man all the way, I don't why, he just gives me that vibe y'know?

Anyways, I absolutely adore your work💕

La Squadra + Bucci Gang + Diavolo/Doppio NSFW preferences - Headcannons

A/N - I... I wanted to keep these short but I just kinda yapped a lil bit LMAOO I did keep it kinda short though <3 probably wayyy smuttier than you wanted but alas if y'all don't tell me for stuff like these I just vibe it HAHAHHA, thank you for the request anon! I hope you enjoy it! <3 I also opened it up from just the 3 you asked because I was just vibing what I think they'd like the most :3

♡ Smut Headcannons ♡ Word Count - 3200 .MINORS DNI.

Bruno - 

Oh god good luck even getting an actual answer from him. He won’t actually answer if asked outright by anybody, he most likely would have to be tipsy or dating you…

He's so composed and deadly with his commands that they won't even ask again if he tells them to stop.

But even then there’s going to be a lot of pushback with you of not wanting to be gross and objectifying or make you feel bad about your body. But when he eventually answers? Yeah It’s kinda obvious.

He’s a thigh man, easily. 

Not only does he love to hold your legs when you have sex, but also when he gives you head.

There’s something that drives him absolutely CRAZY about digging his fingers into the flesh of your thighs to keep them open while he overstimulates you.

But outside of the 3? Yeah he loves your throat.

Not for the ways you might be thinking, no he doesn’t like to choke you. Nor is it because he wants you to suck his dick. No.

He wants to leave love bites and kisses down it while you're being intimate, he wants you to feel loved with every single touch he leaves against your skin.

He also loves to see the mess he’s made after you’re both done, because it makes him feel tingly to have you show his love when you go out with him.

Abbacchio - 

He does not care 90% of the time, he actually doesn’t have that big of a preference, genuinely if someone asks he’s not going to answer.

He’s just going to roll his eyes and keep doing what he was doing.

But… If you. And only you ask him, and he knows you’re not just a short term thing? Or that he won’t get judged for not giving a normal answer he’ll tell you.

He loves your hands.

Especially if they’re smaller than his own, and the answer isn’t just for a dirty reason, not that he would ever say that.

Sure he loves the feel of your hands around him when you jerk him off, or even watching the way you get yourself off…

Or the way you desperately grab at him while he fucks you into the mattress. No. That isn’t the reason why they're his favourite.

It’s the feeling of his own fingers entwined with yours when you have sex. It’s intimate.

And it's the only way he can actually get off through the overthinking a lot of the time, he needs to be close to you because you make him feel so loved that all of those thoughts shudder to a stop.

Mista - 

He’s one of the only ones that is not even REMOTELY ashamed to answer, he will tell anyone that asks, including you.

Unless he thinks someone is flirting with him, but he rarely notices when they are anyways.

He won’t give the reasons for it but he won’t hide his preference. And you’re all going to be so shocked about what it is omg.

Yeah, no he is absolutely an ass man.

He fucking LOVES it so much.

He does not hide how much he loves your ass either, small or big he does NOT care, he will absolutely have his hands on it ANY chance he gets. And he will tell you how much he loves you, and your ass.

And he’s so flirty about it every time, always asking for you to sit on his lap… Or his face.

He is such a desperate man and he is not even remotely embarrassed about it, he will beg. A lot… Literally however long it takes for you to sit on his face, and he moans like crazy the entire time all while he grips your ass.

He loves doggy for the same reason, yes he loves watching you fall apart but he can’t get enough of watching your ass jiggle with every thrust, it is hypnotising to him and it makes him cum so hard.

Every time.

Risotto - 

Good luck to ANYONE who wants to dare to ask this man his preference, if it isn’t you or a member of his team they better hope he’s in public enough that he won’t just outright kill them, especially if they’re gross about it.

His team gets SOME leniency, a glare, a command to stop, a warning of his stands pull against them. They drop it quickly, every time.

But if it's you, he doesn't mind telling, given it’s not a fling. But I don’t see him as the type to date if you aren’t going to stick around.

He’s a thigh man, and I will defend this point.

For one, you can NOT tell me this man is not an absolute munch, he gets INTO it too.

He’s gonna be moaning more than you usually even get to hear, he will absolutely not stop until you’re literally trying to crush his head with your thighs…

He doesn’t try to stop you from doing it all while trembling around him. He fucking loves it, especially if you’re trying to push him away out of overstimulation. And even then he still won't stop, unless you're sobbing then he hasn't done enough.

But that's not the only reason, not at all. Yes he enjoys holding your thighs open while you have sex, he has big hands and loves to drag your thighs around his waist.

But ALSO there is something that drives him wild about watching you ride him, his eyes always dart back up to yours but then fall right back to the way your thighs shake while you try to make him feel good too.

Pesci - 

Oh yeah not a single person is even gonna ask Pesci because they think he doesn’t like sex, he flies so under the radar of his team that they don’t even bother including him, not that he minds.

But on the off chance they do actually ask? He’s blushing so hard they still think that he’s either too embarrassed to have a partner or that he can’t sleep with them…

They could NOT be more wrong, they’ll eventually find out when someone comes home at the wrong time and hears you but…

He gets ignored from the sex talks so often, sure you ask as well and he never really gives you a straight answer. Because to him every part of you is perfect.

But there’s one part that he can’t get enough of, your waist.

And no I don’t mean in a weird “Birthing Hips” Type of way.

He is fully obsessed with grabbing your waist during anything intimate, it's almost unconsciously because you feel so good and he just needs to drag you back over and over.

His hands are 95% of the time gripping you so hard it’ll leave bruises, whether it’s while he pounds you into the bed.

Or guiding your movements while you ride him, hell even holding your hips steady while he helps from below when you get too tired.

But the one he likes the most, it's the way he has so much control to keep you pressed against his face while you grind on his tongue, an arm wrapped around your waist tightly so you can't move away too far.

And if you do? He's dragging you right back with a complaint that he isn't done.

Prosciutto - 

The team actually might think he fucks LESS than Pesci, he’s so stuck up around everyone that they think his standards are so high that no one actually compares to what he wants. Except you.

If they do ask they get a scoff and a dismissive answer, but if they pay enough attention they’ll notice the small blush resting on his cheekbones over the vulgar question.

Usually more vulgar than he expects when it comes from Formaggio.

You won’t even get a full answer when you ask what he likes, usually just “every part of you.” Which is romantic but… It’s a BS answer and everyone knows it.

Out of the options? He’s a boob man, by far.

He loves so much to watch you ride him, especially if you struggle to take him fully so that it’s slower, more intimate. Desperate. And the way your breasts bounce with every time you sink down onto him has him pathetically close.

He enjoys to have you in missionary, fucking you slow and hard, he loves having his fingers softly digging into the flesh of your boobs. But outside of the 3…

It’s your mouth.

He adores being kissed, he may not come across as a very affectionate person in public but he LOVES to kiss you, he doesn’t like tongue kissing though in any way.

But the thing he loves the most?

Yeah. He loves when you suck his dick, more than anything. He won’t ask unless he’s truly desperate and even then he won’t beg nor will he push you to.

But he can’t take his eyes off of the way his length slips past your lips and the feeling of you around him. It’s addicting, and he never lasts long because of it.

Ghiaccio - 

Who is actually risking life and limb to ask this man if he likes boobs or ass… Like, do they actually have a death wish? Who would…

Formaggio.

Yeah that adds up.

And he gets mad EVERY single time, not because he’s necessarily embarrassed, hell he’s the most vulgar of them all.

But because they always do it in public or in front of you, usually both. And the last thing he wants is for you to feel bad about your body because of some stupid preference.

It’ll take a lot of asking or reassurance from you that it’s okay to actually get him to answer in the first place… And guess what. None of the above, and he’s almost annoyed even telling you.

It’s your stomach.

YEAH THATS RIGHT.

He just can’t control how good it makes him feel to grab and hold you during sex (especially if you’re chubby, but he has 0 issue if you aren’t though), one hand on your thigh and the other on your side while he gets you both off.

But he also loves being able to have you ride him so he can touch as much as he wants without having to worry about the position, he is fucked out FAST, full glazed eyes while he just watches you.

His favourite though? Doggy.

So he can be as rough or as gentle as he wants to be while pressing his hand over your stomach or grabbing at you while he fucks you into the mattress. He is GONE and he is... Whiny.

Melone - 

People ask him so much he doesn’t even know what he said the last time, and no one even knows what’s his favourite because it always changes.

The team literally has bets of what it is and no one’s been able to get a straight answer, not even from you, who is just as confused because he won’t tell you either.

Half of them think it's because it’s something so freaky even HE doesn’t want to admit, half of them think he literally doesn’t care in the first place. It’ll take a lot of begging from you for him to actually tell you, or just getting him into a completely ruined state when you can ask…

And you do, a promise to let him finish if he tells you. And he does, desperately.

He doesn’t have a single preference except one.

It’s not ass, it’s not thighs, it’s not boobs.

It’s your eyes.

Yes. You read that right.

He loves every part of you, no matter what you look like, but it’s your eyes that ruin him, he physically needs to be able to hold eye contact during sex.

Yes he’s had flings in the past, sure he liked different parts of them in the moment.

But it all feels different with you because he loves you so much, there’s something agonisingly intimate about being watched by you. He begs if he can’t see you… A lot.

It’s pathetic and desperate and he doesn’t care in the slightest, he needs to look into your eyes when he finishes or it’s not the same. He doesn’t care what position.

He just needs that eye contact, and he’ll do anything you ask as long as he can keep your pretty eyes on him. bro thinks he's anasui

Illuso - 

The team doesn't even bother asking.

They just automatically assume it’s ass because of his stand, just assume he’s fucking you against a mirror, or in front of a mirror…

Wherever he can to be able to look at himself honestly.

No one asks, they’ll tell him outright that that’s what they think and he can’t decide if it makes him happy or sad that they think that he’s so vain over his own appearance that he wants to watch himself have sex. Because he isn't.

Sure he loves mirror sex but not to look at himself, it’s to look at you…

He is a boob man though. Through and through.

He definitely loves mirror sex, specifically in doggy, he loves to see the mess he’s making of you as you fall apart under him.

He loves to watch your face like that but his eyes always end up dropping back to the way every thrust has your boobs jiggle from below you, especially if you’re pinned to the bed with your head forced up to watch him.

He loves missionary too, it gives him the excuse to fuck you hard just to watch the way they bounce with every devastating thrust.

But his favourite? Riding. By far.

It lets him give up control fully to you to just watch and run his hands across your body, especially if he can grab and knead at your breasts, it drives him insane to feel the soft warm flesh under his fingers as you use him to get off.

Formaggio - 

Oh boy, before you’re dating? They’ll regret asking.

He has a different answer every time, and he usually goes into detail on why he loves it so much. But that’s the funniest part, he does NOT fuck.

At all.

His vibes are atrocious when he tries to pick anyone up, it's a miracle that he managed to get a partner in the first place.

And that's only because you bullied him so hard when he tried to get himself laid that he dropped the cool flirty act and then actually seemed like a decent guy and not a complete player.

After you start dating? He stops going into disgusting detail over what he likes, he’s still annoying and flirty but it’s less gross. And he still does tell them, but it’s always the same answer now.

Ass.

He isn’t ashamed to tell you that, in detail.

Usually while he fucks you on whatever you were closest to, very vividly telling you about why he likes it and making any insecurity about your body in the moment disappear.

He prefers to bend you over something to give him full control, enjoying the way that you can’t do anything through the pleasure but take it and moan about how good he feels. 

He LOVES the ego boost, but even more than that he loves to grab your ass…

And the only one on this list I can see would be into spanking his partner, it has him fucked up completely because every single time it makes you clench and he’s basically just edging himself at that point but he cant stop himself.

He’s flirting the entire time too, he’s a cocky bastard and he needs you to know just how hot it is when your ass jiggles under his hand. 

Diavolo - 

Well the plus side for him is that NO one but you is going to ask what he likes, but whether he’s too embarrassed to actually give an answer or doesn’t want to is actually insanely hard to tell which it is.

But you ask regardless, hell sometimes you even ask Doppio when he's fronting, he only ever laughs and refuses to give a straight answer for Diavolo either.

But you don't let up asking Diavolo anyway with a sweet smile until he finally breaks.

And you find out very quickly, it’s ass.

It’s perfect for him because it means he doesn't have to keep your eyes on him the entire time, don’t get him wrong he loves to look at you but sometimes he hates being perceived.

In times like that he loves bending you over something or pushing your head down into the pillows and taking you from behind.

He doesn’t fuck you hard most of the time, it gets him too close too quickly and he likes to feel you for as long as he can before he finishes, preferably after you.

His hands do NOT leave your ass either unless you try to hold his hand, and even then he still has one against you because the feel of you drives him wild.

But the way your ass moves with every thrust has him louder than you ever get to hear him.

Low panted curses with every few snaps of his hips because watching you makes him so hard that he can’t think straight and he’s trying to control himself to make you feel good and not just pin you down and be too rough.

But sometimes he struggles to finish without your eyes on him though and it makes him incredibly flustered to have to ask you to look at him while he’s inside you. But he does.

Doppio - 

Once again there is really not gonna be many people that are going to be asking him other than you, Diavolo doesn’t need to because he can literally see the way he falls apart when you do specific things.

But on the off chance that someone in public does ask Doppio will be so taken aback that he will just completely turn down answering, not that he would have answered in the first place.

But when you ask? He makes you guess…

He won’t outright tell you but he has a LOT of fun while teasing you until you get it right. But it’s not just one thing, he gives you a little leniency of course.

His favourites? Your throat, collarbone and your hands.

One of his absolute favourite things when you have sex?

Pressing kisses down your throat while he fucks you slowly, whispering all of the things he’s going to do to you before he does them.

And with every wet kiss he leaves to your throat is another thing he whispers into your skin, punctuated by a hard thrust. Slow and devastating.

But of course he knows what he's doing, he wants you worked up long before he actually fucks you. And when he does?

He knows your hands are going to be grabbing at him in any way you can to ground yourself and it drives him insane to watch you fall apart and grab his arms where they cage you below him with tears on your lash line.

It’s insane you wouldn’t figure it out before guessing because he will NOT stop biting and sucking marks into your throat and collarbone while groaning in your ear.

He needs to hold your hand when he gets close though, he has to feel you connected to him in such a loving way when he finishes.

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[fl4r3z]

His eyes always perks up whenever your cunt clenches on his fingers, knowing damn well that he had already found your sweet spot. Just as you thought he was already giving his best earlier, it seems like he was only saving it for when you finally squirm onto his touch as he repeatedly presses on your sensitive clit whilst fingering you. When you end up cumming on his fingers, he puts on a show of him licking it down and tasting your essence.

Tamsy Caines, Jabber Wonger, Enjin, Noriaki Kakyoin, Joseph Joestar, Jean Pierre Polnareff, Leone Abacchio, Guido Mista, Risotto Nero, Melone, Formaggio, Satoru Gojo, Toge Inumaki, & Toji Fushiguro

[swamelon]

Whose matching your freak?

a/n: im so freaked out i just saw a mista edit and i gripped my bedsheets. i need him carnally. with that in mind.. i got a little curious and in my itty bitty brain wondered who matches your freak :3

its not necessarily NSFW but its a little spicy..

YES, they're matching your freak!

Joseph, Caesar, Esidisi, Suzi Q, Kakyoin, Polnareff, Hol Horse, Yukako, Mista, Giorno, Bruno, Jolyne, Ermes, Gyro, Diego, Mountain Tim, Jobin, Hato, Jodio, Dragona, Usagi, Acca Howler

Joseph Joestar will match your freak, have you seen him?? I think it's one of those instances where you can say anything to him and he'll act shocked at first. But then he'll call you "naughty" and click his tongue at you, but he's giggling like a school girl.

Polnareff will match your freak but he also teeters between being scared and turned on at the same time. Like he'll stare at you bug-eyed and be like, "mon amie... you can't say things like that." But, like Joseph, he'll kick his feet.

Mista absolutely will match your freak, um.. because i said so! He will laugh at your advances, entertains them to the max and then he'll make a move himself. "wanna continue this in my room?" he'll ask with a smug grin. And he's lucky the others aren't around to flame him.

Jolyne is so into you and she seems like the type to playfully flirt with friends. But you take it a bit further and initiate it, she'll just match your energy. Eventually there will be some sexual tension until you say fuck it and make out.

Gyro is a TEASE! A TEASE i tell ya! First of all, he's always gonna have the last word. Second, he drags his jokes so far that I fear he nearly outmatches your freak. And he's not kidding either, no matter how smiley and giggly he is with his comments, he wants you bad and loves how vulgar you are.

NO, they're kinda scared actually

Jonathan, Speedwagon, Erina, Josuke, Okuyasu, Tonio, Narancia, Doppio, Weather Report, F.F, Johnny, Gappy, Yasuho, Charming Man

Speedwagon is clutching his pearls. He'll have a heart attack hearing these words coming out of your mouth. Please, have some decorum he doesn't know if his heart can take anymore of your comments, he might just pass out. But you have him wrapped around your finger.

Erina will smile and laugh awkwardly, but shes terrified. Why would you say that?! And to her specifically, and on one end she's blushing like crazy but in the other she just wants to run away.

Doppio is scared, not because of what you said but what would the boss think? He isn't sure if he's able to control himself anyways, but in a way you kinda piqued his interest.

YES, but in the creepy weirdo way where its not fun anymore

Dio, Vanilla Ice, Mikitaka (he's just awkward lmao), Yuya , Prosciutto, Melone, Ghiaccio, Cioccolata (obviously), Anasui (he's still hawt), Gwess, Ungalo, Funny Valentine, Joshu, Toru

Dio entertains it, adds on to your comment but then he gets too freaked out that it scares you instead. He gets a kick out of making you feel uneasy because he's a piece of shit, he does it on purpose too.

Melone would act a bit scared first, but then he'd one up you and then he'd start talking about wanting to lick your stinky feet or whatever (no shame if you're into that) but sometimes it gets to a point.

Cioccolata is a freak in every aspect, this is so obvious and we all knows this. I think he scares you and you dont even have to do anything.

Anasui does match your freak and then he just takes it too far everytime but then regrets it when he'd see the look on your face change. He's uh... still trying to find a balance.

NO, you're the creepy weirdo LOL

William Zeppeli, Lisa Lisa, Kars, Wamuu, Santana, Jotaro, Avdol, N'doul, Rohan, Koichi, Kira, Abbacchio, Fugo, Trish, Diavolo, Risotto, Pucci, Rikiel, Donatello, Hot Pants, Sandman, Rai, Nijimura, Paco

Lisa Lisa is perplexed by your vulgarity and to be frank, she wants nothing to do with it nor would she want to entertain it. Thinks you're childish and would probably ignore you if you make any further advancements (if you're even alive by then). She is a lady, treat her with respect!

Kars would entertain your comment for a little bit before uttering how disgusting you are. You're lucky he didn't kill you right then and there, he has a lot of patience so you gotta play your cards right and maybe he'll play with you a little more.

Kira doesn't have time for your foolishness. Your vulgar words offend him and honestly he likes to pretend that you don't even exist to him, especially if you're coming on to him so strongly.

Diavolo is like a mix between Kars and Kira because he doesn't have time to entertain your comments. His patience is thin, you're unintentionally ragebaiting him but if you catch him on a good day, he might just give in instead of killing you.

Hot Pants wants nothing to do with you. She'll put you in your place and tell you to shut up. And you listen because whose gonna disobey Hot Pants of all people?

[adeadcreator]

La squadra x a very clingy sleeping reader. Basically when they were about to sleep for the first time together y/n just clings onto them like a koala , like literally arms and legs around them and such, and does it everyday whether they like it or not

🐱 anon (i literally can't think of anything else other than la squadra and reader)

🐱 anon!! It's been a while, How have you been?! I hope you enjoy :D

Risotto:

The first time you clamp onto him like a sleepy octopus, he freezes.

He’s a whole 6’7 of stiff confusion.

You: snuggles into his chest Risotto: “…Are you… okay?”

He tries to gently pry you off.

Nope. Not happening.

You cling harder like a determined baby koala.

He gives up, sighs, and wraps his arms around you.

By night three? He’s pulling you into him on purpose.

By night seven? He can’t sleep unless your face is mashed into his neck.

He will never admit it out loud.

Prosciutto:

He is NOT used to affection being forced upon him so aggressively.

You instantly latching onto him mid-sleep? It shocks him.

He tries to shift. You tighten.

He tries again. You throw a leg over him.

Prosciutto, whispering angrily “Let go— no? Fine. Whatever.”

He pretends to hate it.

He absolutely loves it.

He brushes your hair away from your face in the dark, but denies it if questioned.

Pesci:

He stops. Breathing.

You wrap around him like a vine and he just goes:

“OH– uhm– are you… is this– okay???”

You’re already asleep.

He doesn’t move for an hour in fear of waking you.

Eventually he relaxes and timidly hugs you back.

He becomes addicted to it.

Now, if you don’t cling? He panics and pokes your shoulder:

“Are you mad at me?? Did I do something??”

Poor boy.

Illuso:

The first time you cling onto him, he laughs.

“Wow. Needy much?”

Then he tries to roll over.

You cling tighter.

He tries again.

You’re attached like a vice.

Illuso “…Okay, what the hell? Does your stand activate in your sleep?”

He ends up giving in and burying his face in your shoulder.

He secretly loves being held onto.

It makes him feel chosen.

He’ll rant about it to the others but then go home and immediately curl into you.

Melone:

He finds it… adorable.

You wrap around him like a heat-seeking leech and he immediately kisses the top of your head.

“Aw, amore, you’re so sweet in your sleep.”

He pets your hair until you fall even deeper asleep.

He absolutely will make sure you feel secure, both physically and emotionally.

He also studies your sleep habits like a scientist. “Fascinating. They cling strongest at approximately 2:14 a.m…”

Risotto from the next room: “GO TO SLEEP.”

Ghiaccio:

He squawks like a parrot the first time it happens.

You throw a leg over him and sling an arm across his chest and he goes “HEYHEYHEYHEYWHAT’S—”

Then stops mid-yell when he realizes you’re asleep.

He tries to escape.

Fails miserably.

You cling harder.

Ghiaccio, whispering angrily “…They’re like a damn python. How strong ARE THEY?”

Then he blushes because you nuzzle into his neck.

He falls asleep with his arms around you, grumbling.

If anyone teases him, he denies everything.

Formaggio:

This man LOVES it.

He literally encourages you.

You cling to him? He wraps both arms and both legs around you like a feral cat and squeezes.

You two look like two raccoons fighting in a blanket.

He chuckles into your hair.

“You’re cute when you’re clingy.”

He becomes so used to it that if you aren’t instantly attached, he’ll roll over and manually pull you into position.

Sorbet & Gelato:

Oh they ADORE it.

When you cling to Gelato, he melts.

He wiggles around you, tangles his legs with yours, and falls asleep in 0.2 seconds.

Sorbet gently strokes your back while your arms and legs are wrapped around Gelato.

Then he kisses the top of your head.

They sandwich you so softly it feels like a weighted blanket.

The three of you become a pretzel.

Gelato: “If they ever stop clinging I’ll cry.” Sorbet: “They won’t. They love us.” You (asleep): muffled cling noises

[staying-soft-reactions]

golden wind - m!jjba x chubby fem!reader

He holds your wrists above your head while having his way with you

featuring. bruno bucciarati, leone abbacchio, doppio, diavolo, risotto, prosciutto, melone, illuso cw/tags (19+ Only | Minors DNI). explicit smut, pinning down, mix of gentle and rough sex, praise, degradation, sub/dom vibes, edging, implied!cnc (diavolo), choking (diavolo), impact play/spanking (risotto), mild breeding kink (melone), mirror play (illuso)

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno had you on your back, your body sinking into the mattress beneath him. He had been kissing you for what felt like hours, slow and deliberate, like he was taking you apart just to leave you aching for more.

Your hands kept grabbing at him desperately and he caught both wrists mid-reach and pinned them gently but firmly above your head.

"Ah-ah-ah," he softly tutted, smiling down at you with affectionate eyes.

He used his free hand to push the straps of your dress down your shoulders and worked the fabric lower, exposing your tits before bunching the rest of it around your waist for easier access. His caressed you tenderly, thumb brushing over your nipples until they hardened under his touch.

"Bruno...please."

"So impatient," he teased warmly. He slowly freed his cock and rubbed it gently between your slick folds, coating himself in your arousal. "Although I love how ready you always get for me."

He pushed inside you with one smooth, deep glide. "AhHh--Bruno!" you moaned, back arching as he stretched your pussy open.

He groaned softly, looking at where you were connected. "Perfect--Mm, you always feel incredible." He started with long, lazy thrusts, rolling his hips in a way that made your toes curl. Your soft curves bounced gently with each unhurried stroke while he kept your wrists pinned above your head.

"Look at you," he whispered lovingly, "taking me so beautifully. Your pussy flutters around me every time I go deep..." He angled his hips to brush that sweet spot inside you with every slow thrust. "I could do this for hours... just listening to your pretty little moans."

"Nngh please Bruno-- ahh! It's so good--♥!" you gasped, voice trembling with building pleasure.

He kept the pace sensual and steady, never rushing. His free hand continued exploring your body with softs touches, squeezing your tits, stroking your waist and hips, drawing more desperate sounds from your lips. His own soft, breathy moans mixed with yours as he savored every second inside you.

"Stay right there for me," he murmured, voice thick with affection. "Let me love you properly, amore."

He continued those deep, rolling thrusts, keeping you pinned and pleasured until your moans grew louder and more desperate.

Leone Abbacchio

One second you were yanking him down by his hair into a rough kiss. The next he had both your wrists slammed against the headboard, pinned with an iron grip.

"You scratched me," he yelled, glaring at the red mark on his chest.

Before you could answer, he shoved the hem of your dress up roughly around your waist and yanked your panties aside. He took hold of his cock and slapped it against your pussy a few times, teasing you cruelly.

"Leone--"

"Brats don't get to talk." He thrust into you with one brutal snap of his hips. "Fuuuck Leo--nngh!" you screamed, eyes rolling back.

"So fucking tight," he growled, setting an erratic pace with hard, fast, almost angry thrusts that made your entire body jolt violently underneath him, tits jiggling as he fucked you without mercy, wrists still trapped above your head.

"You like being pinned down like this don't you?" he taunted, voice rough. "Getting your cunt wrecked by someone you pissed off?" He leaned down and bit your nipple hard, before soothing it with his tongue. "Your pussy is creaming all over me... pathetic."

"Ahh!~♥ Fuck, please--hardeeer!~" you sobbed, legs shaking.

"Harder?" He laughed and slammed into you even more savagely, hips snapping with raw power. "You're always such a desperate whore when I hold you down." The wet, filthy slapping sounds of skin on skin filled the room as he drove deeper, grinding against your clit with every brutal thrust.

"Nngh no I'm-- ahh!" Your voice broke into loud, broken cries.

"Don't you dare fucking cum yet," he growled, tightening his grip on your wrists. "Not until I've used this pussy how I want." He kept pounding you mercilessly, silver hair messy, sweat dripping down his chest, filthy words pouring from his mouth the entire time.

"Pathetic. But you love this, don't you?" he mocked with a smirk tugged at his lips.

Only when you were shaking and nearly unconscious did he finally let you tip over the edge, still thrusting hard through your climax to keep you awake.

Doppio

You had been play-wrestling on the bed with him, until Doppio finally caught both your wrists and pinned them above your head. His face hovered over yours, flushed and breathing hard.

"Got you!" he panted triumphantly.

Then he froze, suddenly realizing how your plush thighs were spread around his hips, your chest heaving, and his cheeks turned bright red.

"Oh... wow," he whispered.

"Yeah, wow." you breathed. "I like this, don't let go. Not yet."

His fingers tightened nervously at first, then with more confidence when he saw the way you looked at him. He quickly pulled your shirt off and tossed his own aside, eyes wide as he took in your body.

"You're so pretty," he said, almost in awe. His free hand shyly explored you, cupping your tits, sliding over your soft stomach gently. "I've thought about this so much... is that okay?"

You arched into his touch and he whimpered. He freed leaking cock from the confines of his pants and rubbed it against your pussy with shaky hips.

"Can I? Please?" he asked, voice cracking.

At your nod, he pushed inside you slowly, gasping loudly as your tight heat enveloped him. "Mmn, Doppio--!" you moaned, back arching.

"Nngh! You're so warm and soft inside," he whined, eyes fluttering. "It feels way too good..." He started thrusting in eager uneven strokes, fast and needy, like he couldn't hold back. Your soft curves jiggled with every frantic roll of his hips while he kept your wrists pinned above your head.

"Doppio--! AH--Yes!" you cried out, smiling through your moans.

"You're squeezing me so much," he panted, voice high and desperate. "I can't stop-- Your pussy feels so good--I love how it sucks me in." His thrusts grew faster and deeper, his free hand gripping your waist as he buried his face in your neck, whimpering and moaning sweetly against your skin.

"Feels so good--I'm gonna lose my mind," he babbled, hips snapping eagerly. "You're so perfect--So wet--I want to stay inside you forever! ♥~"

He kept thrusting with enthusiastic, loving energy, never letting your wrists go, his cute desperate sounds mixing with your louder moans until both of you were lost in pleasure.

Diavolo

There was no buildup to it, You were standing by the window one moment, and slammed against the wall by Diavolo the next. His massive hand pinning both wrists above your head while the other gripped your throat.

"You spoke out of turn in front of my subordinates," he said, voice ice-cold.

He ripped your clothes off with zero patience and his eyes burned as he pulled out his heavy cock and lifted you effortlessly, forcing your legs around his waist.

"You wanted my attention?" he growled. "Then take it like you earned it."

He thrust up into you brutally, burying every inch in one savage stroke. "Mmmph--Dia!" you choked out.

"Silence," he snarled, but kept going. He slammed you against the wall with every snap of his hips, causing your tits to bounce as hard as they were able to while he fucked you with terrifying intensity.

"This pussy is mine," he hissed against your ear, grip on your wrists bruising. "I own every inch of you. Say it while I ruin you."

"Fuck!--I-It's yours! All yours--Only yoursss ♥" you moaned brokenly, voice cracking with every devastating thrust.

Diavolo's pace was unrelenting, hips driving up harder. "Louder," he demanded, teeth sinking into your neck. "I want to hear how a defiant little slut sounds when she's impaled on my cock." He angled his thrusts to hit deep and brutal, grinding against your most sensitive spot without mercy.

You could only answer with loud, sobbing moans as he fucked you senseless against the wall, never once letting your wrists escape his iron grip.

He carried you to the bed without pulling out, throwing you down and immediately resuming his ruthless rhythm. "What a slut," he growled, staring down with dark satisfaction. "Falling apart so easily. Pathetic... yet you take me so well."

His thrusts grew even harder, more possessive, like he was trying to brand himself into you. Low, dangerous groans escaped him as he drove deeper, claiming you completely until your screams of his name filled the entire room.

Risotto

He had been watching you all evening. Not obviously, but you felt those red and black eyes on you the entire night. The second the door locked, he moved.

He caught both your wrists in one massive hand and spun you around, pressing your front against the wall. He pinned your wrists high above your head, his towering body caging you in from behind.

"You've been testing me all night," he said roughly. "And don't think that I didn't notice how you wore nothing underneath this dress all evening."

His free hand shoved the hem of your dress up over your hips, confirming what he already suspected, that you were completely bare underneath.

He took out his cock and rubbed the fat head along your soaked folds, teasing you open before he thrust in with one powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt.

"Risotto--ah fuuuahhck~♥" you moaned, cheek pressed against the cool wall.

He started fucking you with long, heavy thrusts, each one driving you up onto your toes as your ass rippled with every snap of his hips.

His free hand came down hard with a sharp, loud smack on your ass, the sting blooming hot across your skin.

"Mm," he hummed quietly.

Another firm spank landed, then another, perfectly timed with his deep thrusts. The mix of his cock stretching you open and the sharp impacts made your knees buckle.

"Stay still," he commanded when your hips tried to push back.

You moaned louder as he fucked you harder, his hand continuing its assault, leaving your ass burning. Every time your pussy clenched around him, he rewarded you with another hard smack.

"Eyes forward," he ordered when you tried to glance back.

His pace stayed devastatingly controlled, deep and punishing, while his palm kept coming down on your reddening ass. The wet sounds of your bare pussy taking his cock mixed with the sharp crack of skin on skin.

"Good," he said lowly, landing a particularly hard spank as he drove deep.

Your soft body jolted between him and the wall as he kept your wrists pinned high above your head the entire time, dominating you completely from behind while his free hand continued delivering firm, stinging slaps.

"You wanted this," he murmured, almost too quiet to hear, as his thrusts grew faster and more urgent.

Proscuitto

He was pacing the hotel room, tie loose, clearly at the end of his patience. You stepped in front of him, kissed him hard, and pushed him toward the bed, but he turned the tables instantly, grabbing both your wrists and slamming them above your head into the mattress as he loomed over you.

"Ah-ah, tonight we are doing it my way," he said sharply, eyes narrowed.

He stripped you efficiently, your shirt, skirt, and panties gone in seconds. His free hand explored with sharp precision, pinching your nipples, tracing your curves, then sliding between your thighs to spread your slick folds.

"Already this wet when we've barely done anything?" he scoffed, though his voice had grown husky. "Embarrassing."

"Prosciutto--"

He freed his flushed cock and rubbed the head firmly against your pussy before thrusting inside. "Ahh f-fuck--" you gasped sharply, back arching high.

"Watch your mouth," he growled, but his hips had already started moving with sharp, rhythmic thrusts that hit deep and precise every single time. Your soft body bounced beneath him from the force as he kept your wrists pinned firmly.

He angled his hips and drove against that sensitive spot inside you relentlessly. "Do you feel how perfectly you take me? It's like this cunt was made to squeeze my cock."

"Nngh--! Ahh--! Please--Proscu-oouuuu~♥" you moaned loudly, legs shaking around his waist.

His pace was relentless but controlled, every thrust calculated to drive you higher. "You can do better than that," he demanded, leaning down to bite your collarbone. "I want to hear exactly what I do to you." His free hand gripped your thigh, spreading you wider as he thrust harder, faster, the wet sounds of your pussy filling the room.

"Prosciutto I'm--I'm going to--" Your moans turned into broken sobs as pleasure coiled tighter.

"Don't hold back," he hissed. "I want you screaming my name."

He kept thrusting, pushing you closer and closer to the edge with every perfectly aimed stroke until you were trembling violently beneath him.

Melone

"You wore that on purpose, didn't you?" he said from the foot of the bed, eyes devouring you. "That neckline... the way it clings to your breasts. You knew I'd be staring."

"Maybe I did." You propped yourself on your elbows. "What are you going to do about it?"

Melone crawled over you instantly, catching both wrists and pinning them above your head, his grip was surprisingly strong as he pressed them firmly into the pillow.

His moved his free hand slid down your body, pushing the hem of your dress up around your hips. The easy access made him groan softly as he dragged his mouth down your throat, sucking hard at your pulse while grinding his clothes cock against your panties.

"So needy already," he whispered, voice trembling, although it wasn't clear if he was speaking about you or himself. He shoved your dress higher, bunching it around your waist, then pulled your panties aside before his fingers spread your dripping folds, circling your swollen clit before sliding two fingers deep inside you, curling them slowly.

"Ahh--mmm, Melone!~♥" you moaned loudly, snapping your thighs tightly around his hand.

He teased you relentlessly, pumping his fingers while his thumb worked your clit until you were trembling and begging. Only then did he free his cock and hold one of your thighs open so he could rub his head along your slick entrance, teasing you one last time before pushing inside you slowly, stretching you open inch by inch.

"Nngh--! So tight... so hot~♥" he groaned, eyes fluttering. "Your cunt is gripping me perfectly ♥"

He started thrusting in varying rhythms, deep and exploratory, then quick and shallow, chasing every moan you made.

"Listen to you," he panted, voice breaking. "Moaning so beautifully when I hit right here--" He angled his hips and drove against that sensitive spot, making you cry out sharply.

"Fuck.. your pussy keeps fluttering around me." His pace turned frantic, hips snapping with growing desperation. "This is exactly what you wanted, isn't it? Wearing this dress... giving me such easy access. Admit it, you wanted me to pin you down and breed you."

Illuso

You were on your back on his bed when Illuso caught both your wrists and pinned them above your head with one hand. His other hand tilted your chin upward, forcing your gaze to the large ceiling mirror.

"Look up," he commanded softly.

You did and you saw your body spread beneath him, thick thighs parted around his hips, wrists trapped in his grip, chest rising and falling rapidly. Illuso knelt between your legs, dark hair falling forward, watching you watch yourself.

"What do you see?" he asked.

"Your ridiculous mirror," you muttered.

"Look again." His free hand slid down your body while you watched from above. He pushed your shirt up and off, then dragged your bottoms down, exposing you completely. His fingers traced over your tits to the generous flare of your hips.

"There," he murmured. "See how beautiful you look when I touch you?"

Your face burned. "T-This is embarrassing."

"This is art." He pulled out his cock and rubbed the leaking head along your soaked folds, teasing your swollen clit. "Eyes on the mirror. Don't look away."

"Illu--"

He pushed inside you in one smooth, deep thrust. "SsssoO~♥" you moaned loudly as he stretched your tight pussy open.

"Nngh... fuck, look at that," he groaned, staring up at the mirror. "Watch how perfectly your cunt takes me." He began thrusting in slow, deliberate strokes, hips rolling with sensual control. You saw your curves bounce and ripple beneath him with every thrust while he kept your wrists restained.

"See how your tits move when I drive in deep?" he whispered, voice dripping with appreciation. "The way your thighs tremble... how your stomach quivers. You're stunning like this."

"Nngh--AhHh!" you cried out, unable to stop watching the erotic sight above you.

"Keep your eyes open," he ordered, thrusting harder, angling to hit that perfect spot inside you. "I want you to see what I see. How your pussy grips me... how your whole body responds when I fuck you like this." His pace quickened, the wet sounds of your bodies echoing

"Mmm, your expression is so beautiful when you're full of me," he panted, eyes locked on the mirror. "I could watch you take my cock forever."

He never released your wrists, forcing you to watch every thrust, every moan, every tremble in the mirror until you were shaking and crying out his name.

TAG LIST: @disturbyakuya

a/n. *throws smut grenade and runs off to meetings for the rest of the day*

[kookysouthernskeleton]

sugar, we're goin down: la squadra esecuzioni

minors dni!

a/n: writing a scenario for the entire group of la squadra feels like it took forever, but i love them and really enjoyed writing for them all. i took a lot of care in thinking up unique one-shots for each and every one of them, and i hope y'all enjoy! lots of love!

summary: one-shots about la squadra esecuzioni giving or receiving head ft. risotto nero, formaggio, illuso, prosciutto, pesci, melone, ghiaccio, & sorbet & gelato!

warnings: oral (male receiving in risotto, formaggio, prosciutto, & sorbet & gelato's; fem receiving in illuso, pesci, melone, & ghiaccio's), teasing, cursing, hair pulling (male receiving in illuso, melone, & ghiaccio's; fem receiving in prosciutto & sorbet & gelato's), threesome (in sorbet & gelato's), degradation (in sorbet & gelato's), good girl/sir kink (in prosciutto's), petnames (babe in formaggio's), praise (in pesci & ghiaccio's)

word count: ~2.8k

Risotto Nero

“Did I tell you to stop?”

You glance towards Risotto’s face and past his flexing, chiseled abdomen and broad chest before meeting his red irises. There’s no malice in his words, simply an observation that hangs heavily in the air between you two. You shift between his parted legs and try to ignore the way the hardwood floor bites into the skin of your knees.

His gaze remains firm and unwavering on your form even as you squirm while your fingers graze along his muscular thighs to steady yourself.

“No,” you breathe out despite how your heart leaps into your chest. For a brief moment, you wonder if he can hear the way your heartbeat pounds in your ears.

One of his large hands reaches down to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, calloused fingertips and palm caressing the skin. He only watches as you lean forward again to take his twitching cock into your mouth, not even making a sound the further you take him into your wet cavern.

Yet you can feel the way his thighs twitch as the muscles underneath his pale skin flex and tighten. He takes a silent breath through the tiny gap between his parted lips while the grip on the pen in his hand tightens. The other remains at your face with a thumb brushing against the top of your cheek. It’s strangely comforting, even as you suck his cock and with the way you’re situated beneath his desk.

His hips give a roll forward, cockhead brushing against the back of your throat in a way that has your hands splaying out across his thighs to steady yourself. The sound of his voice, low and baritone fills the air when he rumbles out to you.

“Breathe.”

You suck in a breath through flared nostrils even as your nose brushes against his white happy trail, and that earns you a deep hum of approval. The taste of him is heavy and heady on your tongue while his length slips in and out past your lips. It’s lazy, and Risotto makes it evident that he’s in no rush with the way he leans so casually back in his chair. But the paperwork littering his desk goes unnoticed for a little too long, and the pen now sits idly at his side.

And so you continue even despite the ache in your throat, letting Risotto guide your movements with his hands and the look in his eye alone. 

Formaggio

A gag fills the heated air as Formaggio’s hips roll to meet your mouth, cockhead nudging the back of your throat and your nose brushing against the dark, unruly curls at the base of his cock. Tears swell in your eyes and threaten to spill past your lashline at the sensation, but the man above you only chuckles in response.

“Oops.”

You glare up at him through your damp eyelashes, eyes taking in the smug grin that tugs at his lips from where you’re kneeling between his parted legs. Fingers lazily graze against the sheets under his body while your own stroke along his twitching thighs when your cheeks hollow around his length even with how deeply he’s nestled in your mouth.

“You know,” he begins with a hum that quickly contorts into a low groan as it’s pulled from the depths of his chest with a rumble.

Formaggio’s eyes momentarily close, and his brows furrow together while his head tilts backwards to expose his throat with a thick swallow. He finally catches his breath, but you can feel the way his dick twitches on your tongue and leaks more salty precum against your tastebuds.

“You look, ha, really good like this.”

You don’t respond, simply swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock before dragging it along the veiny underside.

“Shit, babe!”

He lets out a choked laugh and peeks an eye open to gaze down at you before reaching down to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. You gag again when Formaggio gives a playful thrust of his hips, a certain hunger dancing in his irises while he watches you continue sucking him off.

“You’re too good at this.”

You nearly roll your eyes at his cheeky commentary, but another groan from his mouth and the tremble in his legs has you pressing forward even despite the way he bucks into your mouth to chase his release. He could always pay you back for it later after all.

Illuso

“Had enough yet?”

Your eyelids flutter open as you tilt your head downwards to look at where Illuso is settled between your legs. The corners of his shiny lips curl twitch before curling upwards in a smug grin with a string of saliva and your essence alike that connects his mouth and your pussy.

“You’re such an asshole,” you hiss down at him and collect a handful of his long hair into a fist against the back of his head before giving a sharp tug to what doesn’t fall and cascade down his shoulders. But Illuso doesn’t even wince. Instead, he leans forward and licks a quick stripe up your glistening folds. All tongue and bared teeth while he continues to grin.

“But I’m your asshole, right?”

You roll your eyes, but it’s cut short by your back arching off the mattress when his lips wrap around your clit and give a firm suck. He chuckles low against your pussy in response with the flick of his tongue around your sensitive nub. The breath catches in your throat as you let out a broken whine when he laps at you like a man starved, and all you can do is hold tightly to his hair in response.

Your hips instinctively roll to meet his face as the pressure in your abdomen builds at a dizzying speed only for Illuso to pull back at the last minute, chin gleaming with your juices as his shoulders rise and fall to catch his breath.

“You trying to kill me or something?”

A groan falls from your lips, and your body slumps against the mattress in response with your limbs still tingling from how close you had gotten to your orgasm. But his comment has heat crawling further across your cheeks while you murmur a half-hearted, ‘shut up.’

Illuso coos and presses a kiss to your throbbing clit. His hands smooth across your hips before tugging you back into place when you try to scoot away from the brunet. He chuckles against the heated skin of your thigh, lips brushing against the tender flesh with a fleeting kiss. 

“If you’re nice, then maybe I’ll consider continuing.” 

Prosciutto 

Smoke drifts around your head, filling your nostrils and flooding your senses as your nose brushes against the faint happy trail sprawled across Prosciutto’s navel. There’s the faint scent of cologne too, something clean and inherently him that settles over you and mixes with the cigarette that burns between his lips.

Two fingers pluck it from his mouth as he breathes out, half-lidded eyes flickering across your face amidst the haze.

“Are you done?” Prosciutto lowly drawls, but all you can do is hum around his length in response. He’s quick to tangle a hand in your hair and jerk your head back with a hiss falling from your lips at the sting in your scalp.

“Good girls don’t talk with their mouths full.”

He takes a long, slow drag of the cigarette, mouth parting to let the smoke unfurl in waves as it clings to your hair and skin. All he does next is watch while you catch your breath with the slow rise and fall of your shoulders before Prosciutto repeats himself. This time you speak up, albeit softly.

“No sir.”

The hand at the back of your head loosens slightly, but the palm still remains splayed against your scalp as he leans back in his chair.

“Keep going then,” he breathes out with more smoke swirling around him, eyes dancing with something akin to intrigue as he watches you lean forward to take his cock into your mouth again.

Your tongue drags along the underside, teasing the prominent vein there before collecting the precum that beads at the tip. Prosciutto takes a breath, and his head tilts backwards to rest against the chair with the bob of his Adam’s apple. The cigarette is quickly snuffed out into the ashtray at his side, now long forgotten when you set a steady pace of bobbing your head up and down on his cock.

He lowly groans with his eyelashes brushing against the tops of his cheeks, eyebrows knitting together in response at the pleasure coursing through his veins.

“That’s it.”

A blue eye peeks open to gaze down at you, and his lips curl upwards into the slightest grin.

“Good girl.” 

Pesci

“Is this okay?”

Dark eyes meet yours as Pesci’s hands caress your thighs with featherlike touches. He’s unsure of where to look, orbs lingering on the wet mess between your legs before darting towards your face almost as if he was embarrassed to touch or let alone look at you. You softly hum in response with a gentle smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“It’s more than okay, Pesci,” you breathe out with a reassuring squeeze to his shoulders as the green-haired man settles further between your legs. He audibly swallows with the bob of his Adam’s apple when his eyes fall to your glistening pussy again. 

Pesci is hesitant when he reaches a hand out to spread your folds with two fingers, and you hear his breath hitch in his throat in response. He leans forward with his warm breath fanning against the insides of your thighs, eyes glancing towards your face again for any sign of discomfort. But there never was one, especially not when he gives an experimental lick from the bottom all the way to the top of your slit.

You moan, soft and light as he grows more confident in his touches and presses forward with his nose nudging against your clit. His tongue slips past your folds and twitching hole with his eyes never leaving your face even when your head tilts backwards and your eyes flutter closed. His name falls from your mouth, and your sweet noises have Pesci’s heart pounding loudly in his ears that are now covered by your thighs.

Your limbs twitch with each drag of his tongue, breathless sighs and whines filling his senses along with the taste of your cunt.

“Y-Yeah, just like that!”

Pesci’s cock twitches in his pants at your praise, but he was ever eager to continue pleasing you no matter how long it took - guiding you to your release against his face and fingers alike. 

Melone 

“Di molto!”

The words are muffled between your legs, and the only response you can muster is a moan while your head sinks further into the pillow beneath you. But that doesn’t bother Melone, especially not when he licks a hot, wet stripe up the expanse of your exposed pussy. And he only gives a giddy hum as he wraps his lips around your swollen clit to give a firm suck.

Your back arches off the mattress, hands scrambling for purchase in his hair with your thighs trembling as they cup his ears and trap the lavender-haired man between your legs. Not that he was complaining when you feel the vibrations of his mouth against you that has you bucking up further to meet his sucking.

Melone’s fingers pry your thighs apart with the plush skin giving easily under his grip to reveal his flushed face as his half-lidded eyes flicker between your face and pussy.

“Di molto,” he breathes out, his warm breath fanning against the insides of your thighs before his tongue slowly drags across his lips - chin and mouth both glossy from your essence while he savors the flavor.

“You taste…”

The words trail off as he presses an open-mouthed kiss to your clit, and his lips curl upward into an all too satisfied grin. “Simply divine.”

He leans in again, nose nudging against your clit while he tongues at your hole. A curse falls from your lips, and you instinctively give a firm tug to his hair. Melone only moans in response, eyes rolling back at the sensation and the taste of you on his tongue as his hips roll into the mattress below him.

“Do that again,” he murmurs against your pussy, wet and sloppy with each lewd suck and slurp that settles upon your ears.

“Please?”

You take a labored breath, breasts heaving before you’re giving a harsh tug to the locks clenched between your fingers that has Melone moaning loudly into your pussy.

“D-Di molto!” 

Ghiaccio

The sound of his name pulls the attention away from your gummy cunt, lips glossy with a shine that catches in the low lights of the bedroom. Dark eyes linger on the tremble in your thighs and the swell of your breasts as they rise and fall with your nipples pebbled and hard from the chilly air before finding your face.

Heat rolls off your body in waves, a stark contrast to the cool temperature that Ghiaccio keeps up even in moments like this. The goosebumps that litter your skin are proof of that, spanning from your thighs to across your belly and up your arms.

“What?” he hisses in response, but there’s no bite in his tone. All you do is softly hum and caress his cheek, thumb grazing along the top as he instinctively leans into your touch.

“You always make me feel so good, Ghiaccio.”

Heat blossoms in Ghiaccio’s face as he blinks up at you, crawling slowly across his cheeks and spreading upwards to the tips of his ears. He’s almost speechless when he finally grumbles out in response.

“Tch, don’t say stuff like that.”

He shifts between your legs and tries to ignore the way his cock throbs against the mattress but when you coo and run your fingers through his curly hair, that only makes it every bit harder.

“But it’s true,” you breathe out, and a moan falls from your lips when his tongue meets your clit once more.

“You make me feel so good.”

Ghiaccio burns scarlet between your thighs, yet his fingers are still ice cold when they drag along the tender flesh of the insides of your thighs. You softly gasp when he sucks the sensitive nub, back arching off the sheets with a tremor in your legs that are slung over his shoulders.

His name falls like a prayer from your lips, especially when he slips a finger into your wet folds. He stifles a groan at how tight you are before a second one quickly follows, digits curling and thrusting with the flick of his wrist while his mouth is busy at your clit.

And he remains there even after you’re crying out, and he lets you tug his hair as he brings you every bit closer to your high - spurred on by your words and sweet noises alone. 

Sorbet & Gelato

“Do you like having your mouth full, puttana?”

The dark-haired man gives you no room to respond as his cock is shoved further into your mouth, cockhead nudging against the back of your throat in a movement that has you gagging around his length and tears pricking at your eyes. The blond beside him laughs and reaches out a hand to swipe at one of the fat droplets that slips past your lashline to roll down your cheek.

“Aww, can you not handle it?” he purrs with the tilt of his head, feigned worry lacing Gelato’s tone as Sorbet coos along with him. Their half-lidded eyes flicker across your features before Sorbet yanks you off his cock with a hand fisting your hair. You wince at that, a string of saliva connecting you and the head of his leaking cock that hangs just out of reach now.

Gelato grins down at you, his smile far too wide for his face when he squeezes your cheeks together.

“You know,” he starts and steps forward with the grip on your face still as firm as ever when his cockhead drags along your puckered lips to smear his precum across them.

“I was starting to feel left out.”

Sorbet chuckles and watches as Gelato pries your mouth open, fingers lingering just past your lips before he’s shoving his thick length into your mouth. The pace he sets is harsh with his cockhead abusing the back of your throat as a hiss is pushed through his clenched teeth, and his fingers tangle in the hair at the back of your head now. Sorbet’s hand covers Gelato’s to spur him on further, lips curling upward into a sly grin before he’s kissing the man.

“We can’t have that now, can we?”

Gelato groans into Sorbet’s mouth even as his partner murmurs against his lips, dark eyes glancing down at you with a teasing nip to Gelato’s bottom lip.

“Yeah,” the blond breathes out and chuckles when you gag around his cock at a particularly mean thrust.

“You’ll make it up to me, won’t you?”

[izonsho]

La Squadra P✮rn Links

Synopsis .

a series of nsfw links for la squadra

Pairing .

la squadra x reader (minus a few)

Tags .

general nsfw

Authors note .

I generally do links when I’m feeling stuck writing wise. It was hard to find stuff for Sorbet and Gelato so they have less💔. No noncon because it feels wrong to project that on real people

Risotto Nero

Nice and Slow

Risotto needs to put you in your place

His teammates have been testing him too much and he takes it out on you

Restrained and Helpless

Prosciutto

You’ve been talking back too much recently

Pulling your leash to make you bounce on his cock

Treating your throat like it’s your cunt

Your reward for being obedient

Formaggio

You promised him anal for his birthday

He promised you this for YOUR birthday

Riding him because he’s too lazy

He’s about to leave on a long mission and wants to make sure you can’t forget him

Melone

Genuinely can’t get enough of your juices

Tying him up and doing whatever you want

Optimal breeding position

Dry humping

Illuso

Making you look at him while he hits it from the back

Taking advantage your sweet spots

Throat fucking

Being too tired and telling him to use you

Ghiaccio

You better not get anything on his seats

You’re being too loud, it’s annoying

His teammates have been pissing him off and he needs to get it out

Gripping you by your handle

Sorbet & Gelato

Spitroast

Abusing both your holes

Extras

La Squadra Gangbang