#little italy leo campo x reader

[hanasnx]

i need downright raunchy sex with leo. you're being such a sweetheart, bringing his favorite drink to work, how could he not reward you by fucking your brains out in the walk-in freezer? he has your nipples freed and pressed against the cold wall, adding to the hot sensation of his breath and lips trailing along your neck before he nibbles on your earlobe, whispering in your ear how good you're being for staying quiet like he told you

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: i like it when my anons are punctual it gives me all the more reason to be punctual back. like i said i wanted leo campo thirsts and you, anon, sent one in asap. and its so fucking good. thank god

"What, huh? Did'ya think this would happen?" LEO CAMPO goads, hushed and winded words against your ear as you brace on the freezing cold wall. With each of his thrusts, your tits swing into the surface, your perked nipples painfully hard. A large and unkind hand grasps one of them, feeling its pendulum, squeezing it until he can feel the tissue inside. "Thought this was what you wanted. Coming here. Bringing me sum'thin. Wearin' this sundress—" he speaks the last word in awe, and his other hand clutches onto the material bunched at your waist. "Hot day, wasn't it?" You bite down on the skin past your lip, silencing yourself, squeezing your eyes shut to hang your head while he works you from the back. There's so much strain on your toes to keep yourself raised for him, he's so much taller than you. Next time he'll give you a box to stand on.

The buckle of his belt, hastily undone, clinks against the button of his jeans. His pants having been pushed down to his thighs to free his cock. "My break ends soon, gotta make this quick. You close?" he teases. An affectionate nip to your earlobe, dragging the tissue out, brings you back to the present. You nod. "Good girl. That's a good girl. Bein' so quiet for me, standing pretty while I use this cunt up, huh? Missed this pussy."

[thesassypadawan]

Secret Ingredients (Leo x FemReader)

Summary: Who doesn’t love homemade pizza? Especially when it’s prepared by a certain handsome Italian Stallion and with both of your favorite secret ingredients.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there sooo much of the smut. Cooking is so fun, secret ingredients, oral (female receiving), mastu (male), cum eating, and… Leo’s big, fat dick.

- “That smells absolutely amazing,” you hum blissfully. Breathing in the delicious aroma. Pupils dilating slightly. Mouth watering, along with…

- True, it's not like you don't already see Leo make pizzas every single day at work. But there’s something about watching him do it in the comfort, privacy of his place. Knowing that it's prepared specially for you, by his hands. Yes, you’ll admit; it gets you worked up…just a tiny bit.

- “One hot and fresh pie,” he chuckles. Proudly sitting it on the counter beside you, wearing a faint smile. “Only the best for ya, angel.”

- Leaning over, you place a tiny peck on his cheek. “Thank you, but…” Rubbing your thighs not so subtly together, playfully pouting up at him. “…it still needs the secret ingredients.”

- That smile widens, a mischievous glint shines in those blue eyes. His large palms come to rest on your knees; squeezing, urging your legs to slowly spread open. “Oh, yeah. Can’t forget that, huh?”

- Pressing a heated kiss to your lips, the side of your neck. He drops to the floor, head nestling between your legs. “Without them there ain’t no love in the food.”

- Not before he pushes your skirt higher on your hips, the waistband of his sweats down… Frees, takes hold of his own hardening cock…

- A sharp exhale, hot breath teasing your bare cunt. Small yelp escapes, shivers run down your spine. As his mouth hovers over your soaked folds, gazing at you hungrily. “Buon appetito.”

- Wasting no time, he dives in. Nipping, sucking. Tongue slithering, licking long strips up and down. Devouring you like a man starved…like a man who knows a thing or two.

- Strong hand grips your thigh firmly. Digging into the subtle skin, kneading it like dough. Smacking just hard enough to make it jiggle, you to whimper. The loud clap echoing off the kitchen walls, along with the sounds of vigorous fapping.

- Lazily, you buck. Trying desperately to get him to your pulsing nub, that was begging for attention. “Le-Leo…ba-baby…”

- “That’s it,” he groans lowly. Voice shotting vibrations straight to that lovely little bundle of nerves. Hold tightening, guiding your movements. “Gimme a taste.”

- Slick covered lips wrap around, sucking your clit lightly into his mouth. Twirling it; massaging in a way that has you clenching, body trembling. Cursing and babbling simultaneously. “Fuck… Fuck… FUCK…”

- Your fingers tangle into his soft, dark locks. Tugging, burying his face further into your cunt. Grinding weakly against; mewling when you he lets out a growl, bites your clit. “There…there! Almost th-there!”

- Sliding, his hand gropes your ass. Harshly squeezing, demanding. “Hurry up…” Swinging back and landing another solid smack to your ample flesh. “…foods gettin’ cold.”

- Head tips back, mouth falls open in a silent cry. The overwhelming feeling of pleasure mixed with that stinging pain, causes you to fall apart. Juices splattering across his tongue, greedily lapping up every last bit. Coating it and his mouth thoroughly. “Grazie.”

- Abruptly, reluctantly he pulls away. Clambering back to his feet, cock painfully hard and leaking. Long fingers wrapped around as he hovers above, aiming his tip at the pizza. Jerking steadily. “This is what ya wanted, right?”

- Panting, slowly nodding. You reach for his heavy balls; cupping, playing with them. “Y-yeah, a margherita…”

- Watching him twitch, lips curling up into a smirk. “…with extra runny mozzarella?” Hips stutter, pace picks up. “Ya got it, gorgeous.”

- A grunting, huffing. The first spurts start to erupt, followed by rope after rope of hot sticky cum, spewing forth. Splattering onto and topping your half in a gooey, white layer.

- Wiping the stray droplets off on his hoodie, Leo takes a slice from his side. Moaning at that initial bite. Clearly enjoying the savory tastes mingling together with your own natural tanginess. “Delizioso, just like ya.”

- Placing it back down on the board, he grabs one of yours. Pressing it to your lips, muttering in your ear. “Open up…mangia…don’t want my secret ingredient go to waste.”

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[luminoustarlight]

Leo Campo is a romantic. He’s a ladies man until he finds the one, but you better believe he treats every woman he’s ever hooked up with like they’re his world. He’s just an affectionate guy. Call it a symptom of being Italian. Pet-names roll off of his tongue smoothly, always punctuated with a little smirk.

“Can I get you anything else, sweetheart?” He’ll ask the unsuspecting girl at the bar.

The most frequent reply is “just your number,” which has definitely gotten old. He doesn’t actually give it out; he just takes them upstairs and gives them something better.

He’s a tender lover, always attentive to the needs of the woman he’s pleasuring. And the women are always satisfied.

Between the adoring nicknames and innate ability to make a woman cum three times before he cums himself, many girls begin hoping for something more than a one night stand. All of it offers them a false sense of the possibility of a relationship. Because how can a man be so sweet and not want something more?

Because Leo Campo is certain he’ll know the love of his life when he sees her. Maybe she walks into the bar, maybe he meets her while he’s coaching soccer.

Or, in your case, at your apartment where he’s delivering pizza.

If only you’d known how handsome the pizza delivery guy was going to be, you would’ve bothered to clean the smeared mascara from your eyes. You wouldn’t have answered the door with an oversized t shirt hanging off one of your shoulders, no bra to hold up your goods, and an old pair of sweatpants you’ve had since college.

“Oh my God,” slips out of your mouth. Your first instinct is to slam the door. Your tongue feels dry and your broken heart hasn’t forgotten how to hammer in your chest. Breakups happen every day. It’s okay that you look like a hot mess, minus the hot part.

You’ve ordered pizza from Vince’s dozens of times and that Jogi kid always delivers your pizza.

Who is this tall, dark-haired man with a smile that makes you think maybe you won’t feel miserable forever?

“How ya doin’?” He asks you, clearly not taking in any context clues as to how your night is going.

“Uh,” you begin unsurely. Are you really about to have a conversation with this guy in a pair of sweatpants with a guacamole stain on the right thigh? “I’ve been better. Hence the absolute atrocity standing before you.”

“Where?” He smiles without missing a beat. Because somewhere beneath your disheveled appearance, he sees a girl he desperately wants to get to know. Who broke your heart? And how does he mend it?

“I don’t suspect you have anyone to share this pizza with?”

“Not as of 8:16 this morning.” Yes, you know the exact minute you found your piece of shit ex-boyfriend cheating on you with his co-worker.

“Well, as of,” Leo checks his watch, “7:24 this evening, now you do.”

“You’re quite bold, aren’t you?”

“I suppose.”

“Aren’t you working?”

He shrugs. “It’s the end of my shift. Are you going to let me in?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Is this the beginning of a Dateline episode?”

This makes Leo chuckle. Of course you’re tentative. You’re an attractive, single woman who has no right trusting any man at all, let alone a random pizza delivery guy.

But there’s something about his smile that quells your anxiety. No ulterior motives, just genuine kindness.

“I can call my Ma, if you want,” Leo suggests half seriously. “You can talk to her and learn everything about me.”

Your bottom lip snags beneath your teeth as you open your door to let the handsome stranger in. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Leo.” He sets down your pizza on the coffee table. “Leo Campo.”

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I FINISHED LITTLE ITALY AND IM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN ITS NOT FUNNY

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[starryevermore]

foolish one ✧ leo campo

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request: Hiiii, I just read your Leo fic and I absolutely loved it.  Is there any way you can write another one? - anon

pairing: leo campo x fem!reader

summary: you know how to keep me waiting. i know how to act like i’m fine. don’t know what to call this situation, but i know i can’t call you mine. and it’s delicate, but i will do my best to seem bulletproof. ‘cause when my head is on your shoulder, it starts thinking you’ll come around. and maybe, someday, when we’re older, this is something we’ll laugh about over coffee every morning while you’re watching the news. but then the voices say, “you are not the exception. you will never learn your lesson.”

word count: 2,076

warnings?: implied smut, friends with benefits, angst, no happy ending, not proofread

It ran like clockwork. Every Friday night, you would go to Luigi’s an hour before closing time. Leo would bring you a vodka martini that you would drink as he flits between flirting with you, serving final drinks, and running through the closing activities. As the last of the patrons left, Leo would offer you a charming smile, ask if you’d like to take the party upstairs, and you would (trying to not seem so eager) accept. He would lead you to his apartment and…Let’s just say, make a mess in his sheets In the morning, Leo would offer you a coffee—a croissant if he was feeling particularly nice. By the time you finished drinking, you would be ready to leave. and it would all repeat again the next week.

You liked the routine. You liked the simplicity of the arrangement. 

You liked that, for once, Leo would actually pay attention to you. 

For as long as you could remember, you had had a crush on Leo Campo. It wasn’t an uncommon position to be in. He was funny, witty, and handsome as could be. Nearly every woman in Little Italy—single and taken alike—wanted him. But it was an equally uncommon position for Leo to not notice you. In your younger years, his attention was completely devoted to his best friend, Nikki Angiolo. Then, when their friendship eventually deteriorated because of the sudden feud between their families, you still couldn’t catch his eye. You were a dorky sort of kid. No one really spared you a second glance. 

It wasn’t until you left for college, had a glow up, and returned to Little Italy to take over the family business that anyone really noticed you. (In some ways, if you were being honest with yourself, that kind of hurt—the younger version of you deserved to be noticed, too.) But the most surprising thing of all was when Leo noticed you. 

“Don’t think I’ve seen you around here before,” Leo said, two shot glasses in hand, when you came to Luigi’s one Friday night. He slid a shot of tequila in front of you, keeping one shot glass to himself. 

You were caught between being snarky (“You’d’ve seen me if you paid attention to women who don’t look like a model straight off the runway”) and finally, finally, getting to be the giggly girl who finally caught the hottest boy in town’s attention in your fantasies. You tried to find the middle ground by saying, “Been gone a few years.”

“You’re from here? Nah, I think I’d remember you if that was the case. Can never forget a beautiful woman like yourself.”

Humming, you picked up the shot glass, tilting it in Leo’s direction. “Maybe you should get your memory checked.” You leaned in a little.

“Would you mind helping me refresh my memory?” Leo asked, picking up his own shot glass. 

“Do you talk like this to every woman who comes up to the bar?” Truthfully, you didn’t want to know the answer. You kind of already did. A man as handsome as him? With as well-known playboy tendencies that your friends loved to tell you about whenever you’d call? Yeah, you technically knew. But you that this line was the ultimate flirtatious exchange. It would make his feelings toward you more clear, let you know if it was okay to make a move. 

“Only the gorgeous ones,” Leo said, flashing you a grin. 

It felt weird to be this bold. It felt so out of character, so out of left field that if anyone was witness to this, they’d think you had gone off the deep end. But… Well, you already got this far. You couldn’t back down now—not that you really wanted to. So, you asked, “When does your shift end?”

Leo glanced at the clock on the wall behind you. “‘Bout an hour. I gotta close, but my place is right upstairs.”

“Maybe I’ll stick around then.”

Leo’s tongue darted out, licking his lips. He shamelessly looked you up and down, pausing for a bit longer than maybe necessary to stare at your cleavage. (Thank God you had decided to wear a shirt that provided a tasteful peak at your breasts and a push-up bra that accentuated them all the more, you had thought.) When he looked back up at you, his face was subtly tinted pink. “You should.”

And you did. 

It was a night you would never forget, finally getting to live out your fantasies. And, oh, what an amazing night it was. For all of Leo’s womanizer tendencies, you expected him to be more focused on his own pleasures. To not care about making you feel good. But you were so, so wrong. Because that man was fucking dedicated. 

You never expected it to last, though. You thought it would be just a one time thing. Something you would tell your friends about and giggle over the idea that maybe he would show interest in you one more time. But come morning, Leo was handing you a mug of coffee and saying, “We should do this again sometime.”

You were caught between being shocked and giggling like a schoolgirl. You distracted yourself by taking a drink of the coffee, trying to figure out how to response. Finally, you said, “Just name the time and place.”

And so, the routine began. And you never looked back. 

At least, you didn’t for a while. This was always supposed to be a casual thing. Nothing serious. The classic friends-with-benefits, no-strings-attached scenario. You both were free to see other people as you pleased. Either one of you could call it off if you so pleased. And you were content with that. Leo Campo, after all, was not the sort of man to commit. You always knew that. You always knew you would never hold a piece of his heart. You never expected anyone to. 

But then you saw her. Saw the way he looked at her. Saw how he dedicated all of his time to her ever since she came home. And you knew then that Leo Campo could love. It’s just that he could never love you. 

And yet, he still came back to you. Still invited you into his bed. Pretended that neither of you could see the way he burned for Nikki Angiolo. And you knew it shouldn’t have, but it gave you just enough of an inkling of hope to think that maybe he did care about you in some capacity. 

Though the question ate at you, you never intended to voice your concerns. You knew nothing good would come out of it. And even if you would eventually lose Leo to Nikki…Well, you so selfishly wanted to keep him around for as long as possible. 

But nothing ever really went to plan for you. Perhaps it was because it was a Monday, not a Friday. Perhaps it was because he came to your apartment. Perhaps it was because you weren’t expecting him at all. But it brought the question to the very forefront of your mind, and it wouldn’t let you rest until you got an answer—no matter if it was the one you didn’t want to hear. 

“What are we?” you asked one night as the two of you basked in the afterglow before you could stop yourself or even think about what you were saying. 

Leo shut his eyes, suppressing a groan. You knew he hated when you brought this up, even if it was seldom that you did. It’s just…The boundaries of whatever this was, was never defined. You just wanted to know your place in his life. If you were more than just a good lay. If you meant something to him like he did to you. 

“Not this again,” he grumbled. You weren’t quite sure you were supposed to hear that. It almost sounded he was talking to himself. You certainly had never had this conversation with him before, had always respected the boundaries he so carefully constructed. How often, though, had he had this conversation with the other women he slept with? Did he consider you to be one of them—never satisfied with the arrangement, trying to trap him in a relationship he never wanted? Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Leo run his hands over his face. A little louder, he asked, “Why does it matter?”

You turned over on your side and looked at Leo. When you tried to reach out, caress his face, urge him to look back at you, he only pushed your hand away. You asked, trying to swallow your hurt, “I mean…we’re friends, right?”

He didn’t say anything immediately. Didn’t try to convince you he felt something, anything more than lust, for you. You were really to take that silence as an answer, turn away from him, pretend that you hadn’t said anything at all. Of course it couldn’t be that simple. “Never really thought about it.”

And, oh, that hurt. Reaffirmed everything you ever thought about how Leo felt about you. In just five words, Leo told you that you never meant as much to him as he did to you. And even if that was something you always knew, deep down, it still hurt for it to be confirmed. To know that it would the truth instead of some lie you just told yourself to keep you from getting your hopes too high. 

“Go.”

Leo finally looked over at you, his brows pinched together. “Huh?”

“Leave,” you said, thinking that he didn’t understand you were telling him to get out. Sometimes he was like that. Sometimes you had to tell him something very directly for him to understand. 

Leo pushed himself up, propping himself up on his elbows. “You’re kicking me out?”

Why wasn’t he understanding? Why didn’t he get that, if you meant nothing to him, he didn’t get to stay? What was so hard about understanding that? You rolled over on your side, turned your back to him. You couldn’t look at him while you did this, or else you might change your mind. 

He reached over, touched your shoulder. You jerked away, pushing yourself closer to the edge of the bed to get away from him. “Don’t be like this.”

“I have work in the morning. Gotta get up early.”

“Earlier you said you have tomorrow off.”

Damn him. Damn him for remembering what you said but still not caring about you. “Errands then. I just got an early morning, and I’d like to sleep.”

Leo reached for you again. This time, you didn’t move away, let him touch you one last time. “Don’t push me away. Please.”

“Why should it matter? You don’t even think of me as a friend.” You pulled the covers around you tighter, burrowing yourself in a little cocoon. Didn’t even care that, in doing so, you were taking the covers from Leo. He didn’t deserve your covers. “And that’s pretty fucking clear. I never ask anything of you, but when I ask you to leave, you can’t even give me that.”

“Why are you doing this? What’s wrong?” Leo moved closer to you, sure that you wouldn’t try to pull away again. He pressed his body against yours, buried his face in the crook of your neck. His lips ghosted over the spot where your neck met your shoulder. “C’mon. This isn’t like you.”

“How would you know? We’re not friends.”

Leo kissed your shoulder softly. In any other circumstance, you might have melted. But, now, it felt like he was burning you. “I care about you—”

You fought the urge to scoff. How was this caring? “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“Me neither. I never want to fight with you. Just, please, tell me what’s upsetting you so I can make it better—”

God, how was he so obtuse? How couldn’t he understand what you were saying? 

“No. I don’t want to do…whatever this is anymore. I want to end this…arrangement between us.”

Leo pulled away. Finally. “Are you serious?”

You could only nod.

“…did I do something?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to will the tears pricking at your eyes to not fall. Not now. Not while he was still hear. “You did nothing at all.”

And maybe that was the worst part of all. 

[littleoddwriter]

Leo campo x trans male reader who used to be addicted to alcohol

Leo Campo x Trans!Male!Reader, who used to be an Alcoholic | Headcanons

Hey there! I hope you like these and they're all right, thanks for the request. :)

notes; Trans!Male!Reader; (Past) Alcoholism; AA-Meetings; Recovery; Mentions of (almost) Relapse and Gender Dysphoria; Comfort.

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When you and Leo started dating, you were already on your way to a three-month-milestone of sobriety; and you tell him as much when it's finally there, since you're so proud of this achievement and want to celebrate with him. He is incredibly supportive of you and makes you the absolute most delicious pizza you've ever eaten for the occasion.

He'll take you to your AA-Meetings whenever he can and also picks you up from them, which you really appreciate; especially on those days where it's all just that much harder on you.

If you're uncomfortable with any sort of alcohol in your presence, like when Leo would be drinking a beer or a glass of wine, he's more than happy to make sure there is never even a drop of it around you - he doesn't mind not drinking when you're with him, after all.

On bad days with your gender dysphoria, you'll crave the numbing effect of alcohol more than ever and it causes you to almost relapse on several occasions; but fortunately, Leo is always here for you, patiently talking to you and distracting you, making you good food and cuddling you to get your mind off of things. Of course, he always sprinkles little reassurances in there, telling you how incredibly handsome you are and what a wonderful, strong man you are.

Every milestone is being celebrated with him; no matter how small or insignificant you might think it is - he's all over it and you, because he's the proudest boyfriend in the world and he wants to make sure you know it.

[hanasnx]

❝ oranges. ❞

── leo campo x reader

MINORS DNI 18+ WORD COUNT: 1k SUMMARY: leo's not used to being in a relationship that has rules, but makes it up to you. WARNINGS: sexual content | mild relationship toxicity: manipulation, unsuccessful gaslighting | jealousy | makeup.

There's so much to love, hate, and admire about LEO CAMPO.

He calls his friends “cousin.” Even if they're not blood, they're family.

He corrects your pronunciation of his full name when you ask for it. He teaches you how to say it the way his parents meant it to be said. What his future restaurant will be called. What his mother yelled when he was in trouble for playing craps behind Pizza Napoli.

He quit smoking because you express disinterest in the way it makes his saliva taste. He chews nic gum constantly to soothe that oral fixation. You start to miss the way cloves smelled on his jackets.

Barely gets enough sleep. Between his job at his father’s joint, his shifts at the bar, and staying up late to work on the spot he leased, he’s swamped. Any spare time he has is spent on his restaurant, molding it to his visions. He loves this town, and he’s excited to put down some roots.

Who doesn’t realize he makes you jealous when he places his hands on his coworker’s hips behind the bar so he can get past her. Or how she takes every excuse to hover around him long past her training has completed. How she calls for him in a tune, or interrupts your conversation with him to ask you if she can, “steal your boyfriend real quick.” You’re onto her.

Who swears up and down that she doesn’t have a thing for him, and you’re making shit up. It’s cute that you’re jealous and all, but c’mon. She knows he’s her boss. He’s unappreciative of your “infringement” upon his actions. Unfortunately, you can’t let this go. Not when she so clearly wants to fuck him.

Who scoffs when you tell him, “Okay, if you don’t believe me, text her. Do it right now. Ask her to hook up.” because you’re sick of dragging this out. He protests you, but simply being higher than her in the bar’s food chain does nothing to quiet your nerves. You don’t care if he’s her boss.

“Didn’t know you got so fucking jealous. Maybe we should just call off the whole thing.” he says. It stings to be told you’re not worth the effort. That he’d rather quit on giving you and him a real shot instead of just easing your worries.

“Is that what you wanna do, Leo? Huh? Call off this whole thing just so you can keep acting like a sleaze?”

He scoffs at you. “What the fuck are you even saying?” It’s too late to derail your train of thought, it won’t be deescalated after what he’s admitted. You’re apparently not worth the effort. So you gather your things.

“Fine. You win.” you reply, “Don’t call me until you get fucking smart.” You throw your belongings into your purse, throwing it over your shoulder to exit the empty bar.

An annoyed sigh sounds behind you, but you don’t look back. “Baby.” His exasperation shines through when he calls after you, “Baby! C’mon, I didn’t mean it.” When that doesn’t receive the usual response, he fishes out his phone from his pocket. You open the door, cold air blowing in while he surrenders his phone, “I’m doing it! I’m doing it, look!” You halt, and eye him as he begins typing. “I’m doing it. And...” he muses. “send. It’s sent.” He turns it to show you the screen, and gently you close the door. “Now we’ll just wait—“ His cell isn’t halfway back in his pocket before a text tone beeps. “Oh, already.. Huh.” His brows furrow, deepening as he lays his gaze on it to read.

“What? What does it say?” you demand.

He says nothing, and you hastily approach. As soon as he registers your lingering presence, he jerks it away, but you're steadfast. Your hands catch his wrist to yank his cell back into your view. "'Was waiting for you to ask. Could tell your G-F was getting on your nerves.'?" Each word you read aloud your voice raises. His head lulls with a disappointed sigh through his nose, pressing his eyes closed as your nails dig into his skin unintentionally.

When you make one move, returning to your route to the door, he's swift in latching a hand on your upper arm. "Woah, woah, where you goin'?" There was something off about that girl, and you knew it.

"To go knock that bitch's headlights out!" you reply as you're drawn right back to him, bracing your fists against his chest. Truthfully, you don't want to be anywhere near him. After dismissing your instincts and giving that girl any indication that he was annoyed with you pissed you the fuck off. "Let me go!" you command, and he palms your forearms, arresting you as you thrash.

"I'm not gonna let you go off and do somethin' stupid!" His response causes you to flick off his grasp, throwing your hands down to release them. A quiet moment passes as you pant, sharing a heated exchange of eye contact. You shy away at first as his fingers graze your elbow, but you allow him to use it to lead you softly towards the bar. "Let's just... talk about this, huh? Lemme get you somethin'." He pours you a drink, but you don't touch it yet, pressing your lips into a thin line. He inclines his head in an attempt to catch you eye. "Will you look at me? Please?"

An accusatory finger jabs into his chest as you lay your gaze on him, that wrath flaring within you. "And you—" you seethe, and he suspends his hands in surrender, "you let her think you were annoyed with me. What did you say to her?" His posture straightens, upturning his brows as he defends himself.

“Honest, baby, I don’t know where she got a thing like that. S’crazy.” Your expression hardens, grilling him. He concedes, his face twisting as that familiar noise of, "'Ehh," spills from his lips. “I may—” he relays tentatively, “—have told her a little somethin' about how you were getting on my case about staying late—"

"—Leo."

"—She wanted to play pool so we’d hit the balls around a bit and I’d come straight home after closing up shop. It was a little bonding! You know? I’m a boss! Was trying to make her feel at home! That’s it, I swear—”

"—Leo."

"—Sure, you can be a little pitchy, but I wouldn't tell her that—"

"—Leo!"

His parted lips close, dropping his hands.

LEO CAMPO can be exceedingly difficult to have a conversation with, but he makes it worthwhile. Showing you how sorry he is, eating his words as he eats you out on top of his bar. Murmuring shit into your cunt about how that girl wishes he'd done this to her, fantasizes about fucking him in the empty bar... but who's got him doing that right now? Who runs him? Of course it's you. Just to get the point across, you make him fuck you bent over the pool table too.

[thesassypadawan]

Closing Time (Leo x FemReader)

Summary: Who doesn’t love closing time? Especially when it’s with your very handsome, very sexy coworker.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there sooo much of the smut. Closing time fun and… Leo’s big, fat dick.

Notes: I would love to hear what all you, lovelies, think! If you would like to see more of Leo! If so...I already have another idea in mind! ❤️

- Closing time, your absolute favorite part of your shift. Well, that and getting to work with him.

- You’d be lying if you said you aren’t attracted to him. Those sparking blue eyes, that brilliant smile, tight butt… It was easy to see why you drop a slice of pizza or spill a drink at least once a day…

- “Angel… Angel… Earth to, angel…”

- “Oh, Leo!” You squeak in surprise, broom clattering to the floor.

- Kicking yourself internally, you scramble to pick it up. Trying to act like you weren’t just totally spacing out, watching him prep the dough for tomorrow. Rolling, kneading it…fantasizing it was you instead. “Um, d-did you need something?”

- The sound of his gravelly voice comes floating from the back, a shiver running down your spine. “Yeah, if you’re done cleanin’ up front; I could use some help back here.”

- Popping up, you’re met by the sight of him standing there. Arms crossed over his chest, a mischievous look on his flour smeared face. “Made a real mess back here.”

- The heat instantly rushes to your cheeks and other places. “O-Okay, I’m com-”

- “Comin’?” He chuckles, eyebrows raised slightly. “Knew I’d get ya to.”

- Flashing you a grin, he returns to his work. Leaving your heart pounding, walls fluttering. Just like always, damn him.

- With a soft huff, you quickly scamper around the counter. Keeping yourself turned away him, you get to sweeping. Minding your own business, doing your best to not focus on the fact that you keep getting closer to him with each brush of the broom.

- Due to the cramped space, you two inevitably end up bumping into one another. Turning, you begin to frantically apologize… “Opps, sorry! I didn’t mean to-”

- …when suddenly he crowds you against the small island and captures your lips in a searing kiss. Nipping, slipping his tongue into your mouth. Hard cock pressing into your stomach. Dirty hands making their way down your sides, streaks of white left in their wake. As they come to settle on your hips; giving them a good, firm squeeze.

- Breaking apart, he mutters in your ear, “Been waitin’ to do that.” Before hoisting you up, sending anything and everything crashing to the floor.

- “And what else, huh?” You giggle, watching Leo fumble with his belt and zipper. While you eagerly shimmy out of your leggings and panties. Eyes growing a bit wide when you see what he’s been sporting this whole time.

- Slotting himself between your legs, he cages you in with his strong arms. Lips trailing over your neck, fat tip running through your wet folds. “I think ya know.”

- Your hands come to rest on the back of his head, knocking his baseball cap off. A needy mewl escaping you when you feel him line up with your entrance. “Don’t tease me.”

- Smirking, he snaps his hips forward. Stretching you out so deliciously, pounding into you wonderfully. Teeth biting at your sensitive skin. “Never tease…not with ya.”

- Speeding up, his thrusts grow stronger. Your body bouncing with every movement and all you can do is hold on. Fingers gripping his shoulders, pussy clinging to him. Panting and moaning like crazy.

- The noise of skin slapping together fills the air, his dick driving deeper. Hitting that lovely little spot inside you over and over. Pushing you swiftly and dangerously close to the edge, along with… “Fuck… Sweetheart… Fuck…”

- One last hard slam and he has you seeing stars. Whole body clamping down, a string of cries flying from your lips. As you gush all over his cock, while he paints your walls white. Some leaking out, mingling with the flour beneath you.

- Slowly coming back down, he presses his forehead to yours. Both wearing the same stupid smile, you can’t help but tease. “Wow, you really did make a mess back here.”

- “And I’m about to make it into a bigger one,” Leo growls. Mouths colliding, hips starting to slowly rock again.

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[thesassypadawan]

❤️💚Leo (Big Chooch)💚❤️

Closing Time (Leo x FemReader) *Smut*

Summary: Who doesn’t love closing time? Especially when it’s with your very handsome, very sexy coworker.

Secret Ingredients (Leo x FemReader) *Smut*

Summary: Who doesn’t love homemade pizza? Especially when it’s prepared by a certain handsome Italian Stallion and with both of your favorite secret ingredients.

[queenie-official]

okay so i’ll watch the movie🙄(i’ve been planning on it for days but i’m taking this as my sign so i can read fics for Leo🤭)

the way i’m getting giddy 🤭🤭

[erosmutt]

/ thinkin' bout﹒☆

﹒leo hittin' it from the back﹒⌅

𖦹 doggy, chubby reader

“fuck,” Leo mutters as he eases his cock into your cunt, his lids fluttering closed. Once he's bottomed out, his hands come to rest on your ass, fingers digging into the fat flesh as he begins to move his hips at a snail's pace to get used to the stimulation.

This was much different than rubbing one out in a few minutes while his roommate was out and about. He hadn't had a girl in his bed in years, he'd thought he'd forgotten how a pussy felt. All his previous flings were good, yeah, but nothing even came close to how good you were.

Getting the hint that he was having a hard time, you prop yourself up on your elbows. “Let me,” you smile at him through the mirror. He looks down at you, cheeks flushing red in embarrassment. Man, had it really been that long? He closes his eyes again, but when you begin to fuck yourself back on his cock, they snap right back open. He'd never had a girl so this before.

With newfound adrenaline, Leo's hands find your love handles, hips beginning to move to match your pace. “Oh, merda,” he moans, mesmerized by the way your ass recoils, how your body jiggles. “mio Dio,” he hisses.

His mind was hazy, his lip was bleeding from how hard he was biting it, and his eyes were rolling back. When he speaks, his voice was so slurred he himself could barely make out what was being said. “proprio così, non fermarti, yes,”

"keep going," he urges, trying desperately to keep himself from cumming. despite his best efforts, he lets out a pathetic, strangled cry as he spurts his seed into you. the most he'd cum in months. the sound of skin slapping gets accompanied by soft 'fwop's as the sticky mix of your juices spreads across your skin.

"w-wait- too mu- hhhuh," he falls forward, hands planted on either side of you as you continue to fuck yourself back onto him. you hadn't cum yet, after all.

"è troppo," he slurs into your hair. "too much," he translates for you, needing you to stop. but you weren't going to stop until you came. So he'd just have to endure it and take it as a sign to improve his stamina.

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