JJBA x Readers Volume 2

Abbacchio Post Concert Smut

He'd been rubbing against you all night, protecting you from rowdy concert goers or 'wankers' as he called them with his huge frame. Nobody dared jostle either of you, especially when his piercing blue eyes threatened them from the barrier. Sure, it was selfish not to let shorter people go in front, but if he did that, you would have to give up your place and he wasn't prepared to do that. Therefore, his hands were on you at all times, even when you danced and accidentally ground on him, making a sinister chuckle come from his mouth because you hadn't meant to.
Sweaty and spent, the pair of you had withdrawn from the venue later than the others to avoid any drunken crowds of people. Abbacchio had dragged you by the hand all the way back to your apartment, simply smiling silent as ever, at your excited outbursts and recounts of the show. He had enjoyed it too, totally, but all that had been on his mind was you.

Yawning, you beamed at your Italian lover as he sat on the bed, winding down with a glass of wine. Moody Blues' user couldn't help eyeing you in your knickers and band t-shirt he had bought you earlier from the merch stand. You stood, acting coy and twirling the waist band with your fingers beneath his lustful gaze.
"You should tell me what you want," he mused, voice low and commanding. Approaching him, he barely flinched as you clambered on top of him to straddle his hips on the bed. Smoothing over his bare chest, you leant forward and hovered in front of his lips, letting him anticipate a kiss before giving it to him. Glancing down, he could barely hardly hold back a grin at your sensual act, singing the lines to the band's final song in between small smooches. Leone splayed his hands against your back, pulling you closer to him. "You still didn't tell me what you want," he reminded you, smirking against your mouth and edging kisses towards the end of your lips to give you room to speak. Before you could answer, his fingers were jiggling the plump flesh of your ass, and spanking one of the peachy cheeks to make you rut against him with a squeal.
"I want you, that's all."
Taking this as a clear declaration of consent, he lowered each peck, reaching your neck and flipping you over onto your back so he could kneel through your legs, hugging his back tightly. His mouth assaulted you, hardly sweetly.