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You’re Fucking Stupid | Kinktober Day 4 | Slut Shaming
Synopsis . you come home late from drinking with a lack of undergarments
Pairing . leone abbacchio x afab!reader
Tags . Non-Con, Abbacchio is REALLY MEAN!!, reader is drunk but Abbacchio is sober, aggressive oral sex, cumshot, filming without consent, degrading language (slut, whore, bitch, pathetic, degenerate)
Authors Note . in the next 2-3 prompts you will be treated kindly and with love I promise 𑣲
Word Count . 1918
kinktober masterlist ! | prompt list !
You stumble into the house after trying to unlock the door for about 3 minutes. You were out drinking all night with some friends but they gradually left you throughout the night to hook up with guys and you were left by yourself stumbling back home.
“What the hell is your problem?!”
You hiss as the lights flick on, illuminating a pissed off Abbacchio.
“What is yourrrrrrr problemmm? Hmm?”
You drunkenly laugh at Abbacchino, stumbling across the room pointing an accusing finger back at him. Your drunken mind clouds your coordination and you fall on your ass with a hiss.
“You’re lucky it’s me and not Bruno coming down to find you like this. Everyone else is asleep and you're making it sound like you're breaking in!”
“Mmmm, yeahhhh whatever…”
You slur sinking into the carpet beneath you with a soft sigh. The way you lay yourself down makes your dress hike up to your hips revealing your bare pussy to the air.
“Where the hell is your underwear?!”
“I didn’t like the texture so I took them off…mmmm”
“Likely fucking story!”
You groan when you feel Abbacchio grab the back of your thighs and push them apart. Two rough thumbs pull your lower lips apart, the uncomfortable sensation making you kick and squeeze your legs shut.
“Let me see! I bet you had tons of guys in here tonight!”
Abbacchio digs his hands into your legs making you cry out and give into his probing. Your hips jump off the ground when he shoves two long fingers deep inside your half aroused cunt.
“Leoneee, I swear I didn’t do anythinggggg! Please take it outtt!”
Abbacchio takes his fingers out to see nothing but slick showing that you were telling the truth about your nighttime activities.
“Tch— no one wanted anything to do with you tonight huh? Walking around like that and no one took advantage? Must say something about you then.”
Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes at his mean words. Who was he to talk? He probably hasn’t had sex in years and he has the nerve to talk about you.
“When’s the last time youuu had sex? Hmmmmmm?”
You giggle at him with a slur in your voice, Abbacchio's nostrils flared at your words. He was always such a sensitive man and so easy to rage bait, perhaps this wasn’t the right topic to test your luck on. Suddenly, he grips your throat with raw strength, forcing the air in your throat to retreat back into your lungs or push out of your mouth.
“You insolent little slut! You’ve done nothing but test my patience lately, I think it’s time for you to learn to respect me.”
Abbacchio snarls and properly hooks your legs around his hips and unzips his pants and pulls his long cock out of his boxers. He grabs the back of your head and forces your head to sit up and look at his cock resting on your stomach, painfully hard and twitching.
“See how deep it’s gonna hit? I hope your cervix is further up so it doesn’t hurt, but I’m not gonna care if it does.”
His cock is long enough to reach just above your bellybutton. You break out into a sweat, processing what you’re looking at and what’s about to happen.
“W-wait, Leone! I’m s-sorry, I'll take it back! I’m sure you have a lot of sexxx—!”
Abbacchio ignores you completely and situates his tip at your partially aroused entrance. He sinks his tip in slowly before slamming the entirety of his length. You flick your head back with your mouth gaped open trying to let out a scream but nothing comes out. You grip at the carpet next to your head and breathe intensely with the air being knocked out of your lungs. Your cunt pulses and squeezes around his cock, every time it makes him rub perfectly against all your sweet spots.
It’s only been a few moments but it all already feels like too much, your mind feels like it splits in half for a moment making your mind go blank.
“Are you fucking serious? Did you just squirt just from me putting it in? God, you really are a pathetic whore.”
Your body won’t stop twitching and your back is arched painfully. You choke on your own saliva when Abbacchio starts thrusting without care.
“W-wait! Give me a seconddddd!—“
“Stop trying to make everything about you. I already told you, I don’t care.”
Abbacchio digs his nails into your hips as he forces them to meet his with every thrust. He is right, he is long enough to hit your cervix, repeatedly. Your eye twitches with each bruising thrust. His head falls back with each thrust, losing himself in the grip of your walls.
“For someone as used up as you I'm surprised your squeezing me this hard—“
“Please pull out Leone! It hurts!”
Abbacchio seems to take this as a signal to increase the power of his thrusts, hitting your sweet spots even more often. Your body must hate you because you feel a tightness threatening to snap any moment now.
“Are you gonna cum again? How much of a degenerate are you?”
Your nails dig deeper into the carpet around your head and your back arches even further off the ground as your vision goes white and you release your fluids all over the floor beneath you and over your and Abbacchio’s abdomens.
He pulls his cock out of your sore pussy as you continue to squirt liquid. He lets out a dry laugh at your pathetic state watching you twitch and whine.
“I don’t have any condoms so I’m gonna use your throat instead. No way I’d take that chance, especially on you of all people.”
Abbacchio reaches down and grips your hair, he stands up and forces you to rise to your knees. He rests his cock on your face, it’s longer than your face and you stare at it with crossed eyes. It smears your own juices on your face and some gets in your hair.
“It’s gonna be a lot more enjoyable for you if you just take it. I’d wager you’re trained enough.”
He forces your head to tilt back and open your mouth welcomingly. You have a dazed look in your eyes with your mouth open and your tongue sticking out. Abbacchio takes his other hand and wraps it around his cock and slaps it on your tongue making shallow thrusts on it before sinking the whole length into your mouth and down your throat. You squeeze your eyes shut trying to focus on your breathing so you don’t pass out because you knew even if you passed out he wouldn’t stop. Sweet gagging and wet noises fill the airspace and it gets increasingly more frequent and more intense as time goes on. Your hands are dangling at your sides hoping for him to come as soon as possible.
“I can’t wait to show you how fucking stupid you look right now.”
For the first time since he started fucking your throat you look at up with him and instantly you’re struck with fear and horror as you see Abbacchio holding up his phone pointed down at you clearly recording. You tense up and shoot your hands to his hips, digging your nails into them trying to push them away to no avail. His grip on your hair only tightened as he made you take his entire length down your throat and your face was buried in his crotch and his purple pubes tickled your nose. He stops thrusting and just grinds his cock deep in your throat forcing you to swallow his cock. You’re making eye contact with the camera the whole time, unable to look away because of the shock.
“Fuck— don’t look at me like that, I’m sure there’s plenty of videos around of you doing even more depraved things.”
Abbacchio pulls his cock out of your mouth tortuously slowly. Lines of saliva and drool connect from his cock to your mouth as you dry heave. He still keeps your head still and looking up to the camera.
“You’re gonna show me how much you liked it by finishing me off yourself, okay?”
Abbacchio rubs his cock on your face waiting for you to continue the process yourself. You begrudgingly take the base of his long cock and guide it up to your mouth and you take a pause before beginning to swirl your tongue around his tip.
You look up at the purple haired man and attach your mouth to his ballsack and suck one of them into your mouth and your hand squeezes his cock as it jerks him off. You look back up to the camera in shame with black mascara streaming down your face and drool and spit surrounding your mouth.
When you return your mouth to his cock, you brace your hands on his ass and use it as leverage to bob your head on his cock with veracity. You try to focus but the disgusting sound of slurps and gags filling the room makes you cringe. You can only pray that he’s close.
“That’s right. You should see yourself right now, cheap whore. I’m so fucking close.”
He lets out a sinister laugh, spreading two fingers out to zoom the camera in on your destroyed face. You suddenly gag when he starts thrusting his hips into your mouth, you can feel his balls tightening against your chin when you take him all the way in.
“I’m gonna fucking cumm holy shit-“
He takes his hand and regains control, thrusting with no mercy continuing to use you like a fuck toy. Pushing himself balls deep in your throat you can feel warm fluid shoot down your esophagus, he pulls your head fully off his length where the rest of his spend shoots out landing on your face and open mouth. You feel the compulsion to jerk off the base of his cock to force his balls to empty completely.
You look up at him with a pathetic painted face, you look exactly how he described, a cheap whore.
“Go on, swallow it for me and show the camera…”
You close your mouth hesitantly and swallow the sour, thick substance and you feel it slide down your throat. You shake as you open your mouth to reveal that it’s perfectly clean.
“Good bitch.”
Abbacchio drags you up by your hair once again to stand on wobbly weak legs that you feel like could give out any second. He puts his phone away as he leads you by your hair to the direction of his bedroom.
“I think it would be best if you slept in my room tonight…”
Your mind feels fuzzy and your body aches, you feel no will to fight or argue against him.
“Leoneee, moreee—“
You moan and whine with drool dripping down your chin as you’re on your hands and knees. You don’t even realize Abbacchio stopped thrusting and you’re the one pushing yourself on his cock.
You squeal and bury your face in the pillows below as you soak the sheets below you for the third time. Your body still hasn’t processed you’re the only one moving so you keep bouncing on Abbacchio’s cock, proceeding to overstimulate yourself.
“I don’t even know why I keep you around, you’re just a babbling slut.”
You LOVED bad boys with all of your heart. The ones with motorcycles who dont respect traffic laws, the ones who smoke a whole pack of ciggaretes a day, the ones whose faces are already memorized by the local police officers the ones who own guns and a huge collection of knives and tattos and piercings were your ideal physical characteristics in a man. So when you met Leone Abbacchio at your local bar your pupils turned into hearts: you knew you wanted him. And through dumb luck: it worked. It was a routine, one silently agreed on that every Monday night, you two would meet up at a bar and leave togheter, always at your house. Abbacchio never told you why he doesnt want to take you at his home.
However, after around 2 months of this sexual escapade, he decides to linger more at your house before leaving. And from barely getting 2 sentences out of him at the dimlit bar, you would talk about small bits of your lives. And that is when yiu found out Abbacchio was not just the bad boy you thought he was: he likes classical music, he enjoys movie dates but never found the appropiate time to ask you out and one thing that surprised you the most is that he used to work as a cop. Those affirmations... Those words he said to you made this man fascinating in your eyes: the bad boy appearence but with such bizzare hobbies and an even weirder past, one he hasn't even said the tip of the iceberg to you. Your fascinations wins and it drives you to not dump him and break his heart the same way you did with your other boytoys. You're even starting to hope he'll get the courage to make it official between the two of you. Leone Abbacchio, the one who could convince a well-known serial heartbreaker into wishing to have someone call her "my own, the one I can open up to".
Despite only being twenty years of age, Bruno is an old man at heart. One of his favorite activities when the sun is leaving the horizon is to put on that classic italian jazz, the one he grew up with, on his CD player and invite you to a slow dance in the living room. The two slow dancers sway their bodies close to eachother, the dance opening a portal to an ideal world for themselves, one where times stops in place and they are entrapped in an ideal world. You aren't afraid to mess up, to accidentally step on eachother, to put your hands in the wrong places, you both smile it off and get over it. At the end, everytime, Bruno kisses your neck, nuzzles up against it and searches for the traces of your perfume that still linger from wearing it all day, the sweet one he loves.
Mista never started wearing his iconic croptop when he first joined the gang. He got convinced when the girl with the prettiest eyes in his whole world would bat her eyelashes and compliment his chiseled abs. The same ones she would put her hands all over when she was on top of him. When he saw his girlfriend rock croptops, he tried one out as a joke: it was a plain, simple black one, but somehow it worked on him, and thats when his confidence rocked off. Since then, Mista experimented untill he found his iconic red white and royal blue top, the one he loves dearly because it shows what he prides himself with. He loves the wind, it touches him like his girlfriends cold hands in the middle of the autumn
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