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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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