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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Leone_Abbacchio/Giorno_Giovanna, Leone_Abbacchio/Bruno_Buccellati, Leone
      Abbacchio/Pannacotta_Fugo, Leone_Abbacchio/Narancia_Ghirga, Leone
      Abbacchio/Guido_Mista
  Character:
      Leone_Abbacchio, Narancia_Ghirga, Bruno_Buccellati, Guido_Mista, Giorno
      Giovanna, Pannacotta_Fugo
  Additional Tags:
      Trans_Male_Character, Trans_Character, Somnophilia, Non-Graphic_Rape/Non-
      Con, Gunplay, Vaginal_Sex, Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex, um, ill_add_more_later_if
      i_need_them, lol, Rough_Oral_Sex, Spitroasting, Double_Penetration, hi
      this_is_probably_not_getting_finished, the_second_chapter_sucks_i_wasnt
      in_a_writing_mood_:/, Oops, disregard_those_last_couple_tags_boys, strap
      yourself_in_its_gonna_be_fun_;), Rough_Sex, Threesome_-_M/M/M
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-01 Updated: 2017-07-23 Chapters: 3/5 Words: 1421
****** abbacchio gangbang ******
by slinkydoodle
Notes
     vaginal sex/somnophilia/non-con
***** Bruno *****
He was so pretty when he was asleep. Bruno smiled at his second in command,
gently stroking his face with the back of his hand. Yeah, this was a good idea.
He pulled out his cock, tugging it to full hardness before letting it drop. He
pulls Abbacchio’s pants and underwear off slowly, careful not to wake him up.
Bruno smiles down at the soft folds between his thighs, rubbing gently at them
to get Abba wet.
 
After a moment or two, he is able to easily slip a finger into the other man.
Bruno wipes his dirtied fingers on the sheets, stroking himself again and
resting the tip against his subordinate’s cunt. Leone shifts, startling Bruno.
He holds his breath, biting his lower lip in hopes that he won’t wake up. He
doesn’t.
 
Bruno breathes a sigh of relief, pressing himself up against Abbacchio again.
He holds open his pussy and the head of Bruno’s cock slides right inside.
Abbacchio stirs again, licking his lips and giving a tiny shudder.
 
“Leone,” he calls softly, making sure he’s asleep still.
 
Satisfied with the lack of response, he forces nearly all of himself into
Leone’s tight heat. Abbacchio wakes up, startled and disoriented. He goes even
paler than usual for a second before brightening up to a tomatoey red.
 
“Capo? What are you doing…” His voice is shakey, curling his fingers up to his
chin in brief defense before Bruno grabs them and holds them above his head.
 
“Hush, Leone. Relax and enjoy.”
 
Abbacchio whimpers as Bruno picks up the pace, the only sound in the room the
soft smack of skin on skin mingled with soft sounds from both parties.
Abbacchio wraps his legs around Bruno’s hips, pulling himself up for a better
angle.
 
The dark haired man reaches down between pale legs to rub at Abbacchio’s clit.
He outright moans, quivering from how goddamn  good  it feels. Buccellati has a
soft smile on his face, not at all displaying his intentions. Intentions that
more or less amount to fucking his subordinate as hard as he possibly can.
Bruno pounds into the pale man below him, taking note of how he arches his
back, his mouth opening as wide as it can in a silent scream. His white eyelids
flutter, and he relaxes. His quivering hands unclench from the sheets and Bruno
pulls out.

He jerks himself off quickly, cumming on Abbacchio’s soft stomach. He doesn’t
bother cleaning up Abbacchio before laying next to him, holding the larger man
in his arms.
***** Narancia & Fugo *****
Chapter Summary
     double penetration/spitroasting/threesome m/m/m

 
It’s not that Fugo isn’t attractive. He’s just… scary. He can be kind, and
understanding, but if you fuck with him you’re done for. Abbacchio wonders if,
if you  fuck  him you’re done for. Simply considering won’t get him anywhere,
so he saunters off to go find Fugo.
 
Ah, there he is. With Narancia. Abbacchio saunters over to their table, and
states a simple proposition- “We should fuck.”
 
And that’s how he finds himself at the mercy of two horny, teenage boys. He
watches with mild caution as Fugo strokes himself, Narancia already behind him,
holding around his ribcage. Abbacchio sighs, opening his mouth with a thick,
wet noise. He licks from the base of Fugo’s cock up, taking the head of into
his mouth. He feels a hand on the back of his head, pushing him down. Narancia
slips a finger into him, Abbacchio wincing slightly at the odd angle of his
hand, the boy’s fingernail pulling on his insides.
 
He groans, bobbing his head shallowly on Fugo’s length. He feels Narancia pull
his finger out and it is replaced by the persistent rubbing of his blunt
cockhead. He presses back, trying to get a little inside of himself, but
instead is rewarded with a rough yank of his hair, pulling his far onto Fugo’s
cock. He lets out a groan, and Fugo is saying something to Narancia, but he is
too preoccupied to process what it is.
 
Narancia fucks into him roughly, Fugo giving him pretty much the same
treatment. There’s hands all over him, and in him. Fingers hooked into his
mouth, Narancia probing in places he shouldn’t be because he’s a nosy little
prick and he just loves being where he doesn’t belong. Abbacchio shifts,
uncomfortable and trying to resist the rough treatment. But it isn’t like these
two care, they’re horny teenage boys.
 
Narancia shoves himself all the way up inside of Abbacchio’s cunt, and he can
feel his own juices seep out around the boy. He groans in Abbacchio’s ear,
tells him he’s gonna cum ‘cause of how damn tight he is. Abbacchio’s attention
is dragged back to the dick stuffed inside of his mouth by a rough hand and
scolding words. He gulps and Fugo shudders, moving his hips delicately to fuck
Leone’s face.
 
Narancia pulls out, cumming against Leone’s thigh with a loud groan. Fugo
follows shortly after on his face, and Abba can tell there’s lipstick smeared
on his face.
 
He somehow can’t bring himself to care.
***** Giorno *****
Chapter Summary
     violence/blood/dub-con
This time it it’s Giorno. It’s Giorno who comes up to him and asks to talk to
him alone. Leone shrugs, coming with him. He doesn’t think Giorno would want to
touch him, considering how much he hates the stupid kid. But he finds himself
wrong when Giorno throws him at the end of his bed. Leone lays back, expecting
this is what he wants. He doesn’t, however, expect Giorno to smack him across
the face.
He has short nails, painted shiny, glittery gold to match his stupid motif.
Abbacchio can’t stand his stand. He wishes it hadn’t made him hate Prince, but
what can you do. His own nails contrast rather starkly. They are sharp and
matte and they are better than Giorno’s because they match him and because he
says so.
Giorno leans over him, making this stupid growling sound that Leone thinks is
supposed to scare him, but it doesn’t, it’s just pathetic. He lets out an airy
laugh. It’s not his real laugh. His real laugh is hideous and he hates it
because he sounds like a damn girl. But he shakes these thoughts and his
bountiful white locks, grabbing that stupid embossed and embellished collar and
yanking Giogio into a violent kiss. It’s all teeth and tongue. Leone hates it,
and he longs for Bruno, but as long as it makes the kid uncomfortable, he’ll do
it.
He presses his knee into Giorno’s crotch, getting a startled yelp in response.
This time Abbacchio is the one growling, grabbing his wrists and digging his
claws into the soft tanned flesh.
Then something happens and Giorno is free and Leone is on his stomach, golden
nails pressing into his throat. He hates how strong Giorno’s stand is and how
useless is his own. Leone fights back, kicking the blonde hard right below his
knee. Giorno hisses in pain and bites Leone’s shoulder as hard as he can,
making him screech and drawing blood with razor sharp canines. Abbacchio
wonders why they’re so pointy, running his tongue over his own smooth, flat
teeth. It wasn’t something to worry about when he was on his back with Giorno
yanking his pants off.
This time went off without a hitch, and Giorno’s length was forced into Leone’s
cunt. Leone was hardly wet, and he willed himself not to. It wasn’t like he
enjoyed Giovanna’s dick. Giorno grabbed onto his hips and began thrusting
himself in and out of his pussy, a fierce blush covering his face. Leone
thought for a moment before wrenching his arm back and throwing a punch that
connected hard with Giorno’s cheekbone.
Giovanna looked down at him with a calm face and a fire in his eyes. Giorno
punched back harder with a flare of gold spiking up behind his elbow as he
swung. Leone cursed his stand for having such power. His fingernails came into
use when he raked them hard down Giorno’s bared chest. Giorno yanked him up by
the lapels of his shirt and slammed up into him, biting violently into
Abbacchio’s pale neck. Leone gasped out of shock, curling his hand into a fist
within Giorno’s golden locks and tearing a sizeable chunk out. He clung to it
like a trophy, the younger wincing at the pain in his scalp. He gritted his
teeth and slammed his forehead down into Leone’s knocking him out cold.
When Leone woke up, Giorno was gone and he was laying on the floor, covered in
the little cretin’s cum.
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