#bucciarati smut | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

sweetdreamlandstuff · 1 year

Text

JJBA men thinking of you while masturbating

NSFW / Minors don't interact / 18+

Characters: Jotaro Kujo / Bruno Bucciaratti / Josuke Higashikata / Rohan Kishibe / Giorno Giovanna x female reader

Warnings: male masturbation, fantasies about sex (blowjobs, penetrative sex), slight exhibitionism, voyeurism (Josuke’s part)

Notes: All underage characters aged up of course. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated <3

Jotaro Kujo

Jotaro is used to being the one pined over, the one admired, turning people’s heads, the constant touch of careful hands, being adored for his sheer height and width.

What he isn’t used to, however, is being the admirer.

Since he’s laid his eyes on you, he got to know the feeling. He didn’t even realize it at first. Of course, he wants to study with you, and naturally, he wants your opinion on the latest seminar paper he has written, certainly, he wants to help you with your work. You’re his fellow student, his friend.

But when Jotaro used his stand to stop the time for just a few seconds, to freeze the sweet smile on your face as you looked at him, eyes bright and glowing, to just observe you longer like this, he realized that maybe, you’re not just his friend. Maybe, you mean more to him.

And as he sits in the library now, unable to focus on his laptop screen in front of him, he turns his head to look at you. And he’s sure; you’re not just his friend.

He can see the subtle shadow under your eyes, the way your eyelids seem too heavy, and your disheveled hair. Something tears at his very heart when he gazes at you.

You turn your head, shooting him a tired, nonetheless, sweet smile.

“Could you look at this?” You ask him, pointing at your laptop.

Jotaro nods, scooting closer to you with his chair.

The lack of proximity makes it hard for him to concentrate on the words before him, let alone your voice as you try to explain your work. He hums here and there, his eyes taking in the words, his brain not comprehending the meaning.

He can smell your scent, your subtle and sweet perfume. He feels your heat on his skin. Jotaro slightly turns his head. You’re so close, he can see every pore of your skin, your lashes, the distinct color of your eyes, and the gentle sweep of your nose. He swallows hard against the dryness of his mouth.

You turn your head, slightly rising your eyebrows, your gaze locking with his. His gaze drops to your glistening lips, his desire for you flaring hot in his chest. His head dips forward automatically, every cell of his urging him to lock his lips with yours.

His chair nearly falls over as he stands up abruptly.

“What are you doing?” You ask perplexed.

Jotaro ignores you. He can’t face you like this.

The library is almost vacant. He moves along the high shelves until his breathing has normalized a bit.

He leans against one of the shelves, trying desperately to ignore the way his blood runs hotly through his veins, the way it rushes down his body.

It’s palpable, the way he longs for you, the way he yearns to touch you. His half-hardened dick twitches in his pants at the thought of it.

He buries his face in his hands, embarrassed at his own weakness. Memories of you flood his mind; your shining lips, your bright eyes, your scent.

His head falls back against the books on the shelf, his hands dangling feebly on his side. Jotaro can’t seem to get ahold of himself. His mind is racing, he sees you, putting up your hair, exposing your slender neck, he sees you, sitting next to him, your short dress riding up your thighs.

It seems like the rational part of his brain stopped functioning. He’s not even fully aware of what he’s doing, so caught up with thinking of you, until a little sigh drips from his lips.

He looks down, seeing his dick straining noticeably against his pants, his hand palming him through his trousers.

His face flushes hot, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. No one is around, he assures himself once more.

It has no use stopping now.

Hurriedly, he tugs down his pants and boxers. His cock springs free, right into his grip. He hisses at the drag of his palm along his dick. It feels so good. The slight possibility of getting caught only heightens his lust.

He watches his fist drag along his length, taking in the bead of pre-cum dropping along his shaft, easing the glide of his hand.

He thinks about your thighs again, how soft they would feel as he’d let his large hands smooth along them, and what he would find when you spread them for him.

His head tips back against the shelf, his eyes fluttering shut as he slightly increases his pace. He imagines your glistening pussy, dripping for him. He’d sink his long, thick fingers into you, curling and scissoring them until he has you whimpering and whining, begging for him to finally fuck you.

Jotaro can practically see your expression; your doe-eyes peering at him, your lips parted, your body trembling. A low groan rips past his chest, his fist squeezing his cock just a little tighter.

He pictures you, sitting atop of him, your delicate hands pressing against his chest as you lower yourself on his dick, slowly taking him in, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when he fills you up completely. He would watch your pretty tits bouncing with every move of yours, and the beautiful, lust-drunk expression on your face.

His hips stutter forward into his fist as he imagines rutting into you, holding your hips so tightly as he fucks up into you. He can practically hear your moans, your sweet, whiny whimpers, and the way his skin slaps against yours.

Jotaro increases the pace of his hand, concentrating on his sensitive tip, a strained gasp falling from his parted lips.

He imagines you cumming, his name drops from your lips, drawn out into a delirious moan. He can almost feel it; the way your pussy would spasm around his throbbing dick, practically urging him to spill his seed into you.

A string of curses leave his lips, his hips stuttering into his hand once more before he cums. He jerks through his orgasm, a spurt of cum dripping down his dick, onto his hand, with each hurried stroke. He thinks about rolling his hips into you, letting your pussy milk him dry as a mess of your slick and his cum runs down your thighs.

He shallowly thrusts into his fist until he’s hissing from overstimulation. His heavy eyes flutter open, his heart racing in his heaving chest as his gaze drops.

A strained sigh drops from his lips as he takes in his messy hand holding his weeping length. Slowly, he comes back down to earth, realizing what he’s just done.

His head snaps in the direction where you’re probably sitting, hopefully, still staring at your laptop screen. And Jotaro just stands here, a few meters away, his released emotions for you tainting his hand.

Bruno Bucciaratti

It’s obvious that you’re new on the job. Bruno doesn’t notice this solely because he’s a regular at the restaurant and hasn’t seen you before.

Rather, it is the way you fail to see the subtle signs the guests give you, asking for the check or mixing up orders one too many times.

You’re the new waitress. And until now you don’t do a great job.

It’s obvious that you’re stressed, evident from the slight sheen of sweat on your forehead and the way your cheeks glow. A wave of sympathy washes over Bucciaratti as he watches you rush around the restaurant. And he feels something more, a little tug in his chest because you just look so unbelievably cute while doing that.

He’s not even mad that he already had to wait so long for you to finally bring him his wine. Because when you do, he can look at you from up close, observing your delicate fingers place the wine glass on his table, watching the loose strands of hair hanging into your face.

And when he thanks you, the smile you give him makes the minutes worth the wait.

His eyes hang onto your body as he watches you retreat. He’s glad that his fellow gang members aren’t here right now because they surely would tease him for being a pervert or something. But he just can’t help himself, his eyes greedily glide along your silhouette.

Bruno takes a sip of his wine, trying to cool down the hotness rushing through his body.

He orders his second glass and he’s not sure if he just flatters himself, but he’s pretty sure that you pay particular attention to him. Or maybe he’s just deluding himself.

When you walk towards him, his eyes cling to your waist and the way your trousers hug you so right. You look amazing; even when you’re stressed.

He breathes in your scent when you lean closer to him, basking in the feeling of your warmth.

The clang of the glass rudely rips him out of his thoughts.

Seems like you’re not only incredibly gorgeous but also incredibly clumsy.

The wine leaks over the table, staining the white tablecloth red and spilling all over his pants.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” The panic in your voice is palpable.

“Don’t worry,” he tries to soothe you.

He watches your eyes nervously flickering over the mess you made before they lock with his.

You look at him with so much gratitude because he doesn’t make a big scene. His heart flutters in his chest.

You quickly take ahold of a napkin, dabbing it on his trousers, trying to let the fabric soak up the liquid.

You’re so close, bending down, granting him an intimate look right on your cleavage. Bruno swallows hard, reluctantly averting his gaze.

He can barely hear you muttering your apologies. He just tries to stay calm, to think of anything other than your hand smoothing along his thigh, rubbing over his stained trousers.

The motion just makes a flood of sinful associations enter his mind. He can practically feel his face growing hot.

Abruptly he gets up. You look at him startled.

“Sorry did I-“

“I’m just going to clean myself up, no worries really,” he adds, unable to bear the way you gaze at him.

The stain is big, bright red, clearly noticeable on his white trousers. The soap and water he applies have no use in helping it whatsoever.

He doesn’t even care, his mind is somewhere else anyway.

Bruno just can’t get over the way you looked up at him, the lack of proximity you two found yourself in, and the way you were practically kneeling in front of him. He can only think about you doing other things in that position.

A long sigh escapes his mouth. He surrenders, stopping to take care of his stain. His head falls against the closed bathroom door and he allows himself to let his desires take hold of his body and mind.

His dick strains hard against his pants as he sees you in front of him again, kneeling, with those doe eyes peering up at him.

He frees his cock from the confinement of his pants, wrapping his hand tightly around his girth. Bruno hisses quietly, dragging his hand along his throbbing length, imagining it is your hand wrapped around him instead.

He visualizes your hand pumping into his swollen head, the way his cock would look so big in comparison. A low gasp drops from his lips as a bead of pre-cum drips down his shaft, easing the glide of his eager hand.

His head tips back against the door, thinking about you kneeling in front of him, looking up at him as your delicate hand strokes his cock.

The pace of his hurried hand increases, as he envisions you taking him into your mouth, softly sucking on his flushed tip, your eyes peering up at him obediently. He bites back a low whine.

He sees your beautiful face in front of him; your glowing face, your starry eyes, as you take all of him inside of your pretty mouth. His hands would thread through your hair, holding you, feeling the restriction of your tight throat. And then you would follow his guidance, bobbing your head just how he likes it.

Bruno groans quietly. “Just like that,” he mutters, pumping hurriedly into his swollen head.

He can clearly see you in his mind, those unbelievable eyes staring up at him, tears spilling over as he ruts into the wet, soft heat of your mouth. His hips involuntarily rut forward into his fist.

A low whine slips past his lips, which he has no control over. He practically feels your swollen lips wrapped around him.

His hips stutter forward into his hands, two, three times before he tips over the edge. His orgasm washes over him, his thighs tensing, breathing erratic.

Bucciaratti jerks through his orgasm, panting hard, imagining his dick pulsing in your mouth, his cum landing on your awaiting tongue as you swallow everything that he gives you.

Then he’d pull out, letting his hot spurts of cum land on your beautiful face, mixing in with your spit, dripping down your chin, your cheeks. He groans desperately, seeing your messy face, your lips parted, opening your mouth eagerly for him, glassy eyes staring up at him obediently as he paints your face white.

His fist pumps into his swollen tip until he hisses from the overstimulation. Only then he slowly opens his eyes, taking in his soiled hand.

This mess may compete with the one you spilled on his table.

Josuke Higashikata

Sometimes Josuke really has to wonder if you do it on purpose. Can you really be that unaware of your surroundings, this clueless?

It isn’t the first time he has watched you like this. Far from it actually.

Since you’ve moved into the house right next to his, you made a habit of getting undressed, late in the evening or night, your light illuminating the room, leaving little room for imagination.

You haven’t invested in any kind of curtains yet and your lucky neighbor hopes you never will.

It has kind of become a habit of his, watching you through his dark windows, careful that you don’t notice him. And you never do.

Josuke observes how you lose your sweater first, followed by the top you were wearing underneath. He sucks in a little breath when he notices that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. He can clearly see the outline of your bare breast, the way they softly jiggle as you throw the top somewhere.

Blood rushes down his body as his eyes greedily glide along your exposed upper body, your beautiful tits, your soft tummy, and your waist. He swallows against the dryness of his mouth, desperately hoping that one day he could be the one undressing you.

You open your jeans now, letting them plummet on the floor before stepping out of them. You bent over, picking them up to fold them away.

Fortunately for him, this gives him a perfect view of your ass. He can see your pussy through your panties, squished between those perfect asscheeks.

His heart beats violently against this ribcage, his blood running hot. He can feel it; the twitching of his hardened cock.

What he would give to bend you over like this himself, to pull those panties to the side. Josuke pulls down his pants, freeing his throbbing cock, wrapping his hand around his girth, because now his favorite part of your little routine comes; the instant he replays in his mind day and night.

You pull down your panties, carelessly tossing them on the floor, leaving your body completely bare. You observe your own reflection in the large mirror hanging on your wall. You let your fingers run through your hair, before they glide along your sides, your gaze following them, sliding along your body.

Josuke strokes his dick, his hungry eyes gliding along your silhouette, leaving no part unseen. You’re enticing. He could watch you like this forever.

But he can’t. You get your kimono, tieing it around your waist as you step out of the room, switching off the light.

Josuke sighs. He closes his eyes, still seeing your body in front of him.

He imagines his large hands gliding along your sides, feeling your soft skin under his, grabbing, kneading your flesh. He would cup your breasts, letting his thumbs circle your nipples until they harden under his touch.

What he would give to gaze deep into your eyes, pressing kisses along your throat, further down, sucking your nipples, hearing your voice bleeding into a soft moan.

His hand increases his pace as he imagines dropping to his knees, smoothing his palms along your hips, grabbing your ass.

A low whine rips past his chest as he thinks about your pretty pussy, right in front of his face.

He would worship you, his eager lips pressing feathery kisses onto your plush thighs before letting himself allow a taste of you. He just knows you would taste so good, letting his tongue glide along your folds, teasingly, before his tongue would draw tight circles on your sensitive clit.

Josuke imagines you bending in front of him, facing your floor-length mirror, as he slowly sinks into your sloppy pussy.

He would watch you, your reflection, the way your expression would change with each of his slow, deep thrusts, your face glowing as you watch yourself getting fucked by him. He knows you like to watch yourself.

He hurriedly pumps into his swollen tip, a bead of pre-cum rolling down his length, easing the glide of his eager hand.

Josuke can practically hear your voice, your whines, and the depraved sounds of pleasure, skin slapping against skin, the wet squelch of your pussy as you drip all over him. He would watch his large, slick cock split you open, again and again until he has your whole body trembling.

He imagines it's your pussy wrapped so tightly around his twitching cock, not his own hand, as he fucks into his fist. His hips involuntarily stutter forward into his hand before he tips over the edge.

He groans breathlessly, a string of curses leaving his lips as he jerks himself through his orgasm. His hot cum stains his hand, dripping down his shaft as he shallowly thrusts into his fist, riding out his high. He lets go of himself, panting as he comes down from his high.

Josuke will be there the next evening as well, waiting for you to give him his show.

Rohan Kishibe

Rohan observes you, he practically reads your face like a book - and this without the help of Heaven’s Door.

He hates you for your obvious expression. He really does.

You skim through his latest proposal for his manga, your delicate hands turning page after page as his green eyes hang onto your every expression.

You're strict with him and honest. Most people would probably appreciate it if their manga editor possessed such qualities. Rohan doesn’t. He hates getting told what to do. He knows he’s good. Everyone knows this. Everyone should.

Only you don’t seem to, often having suggestions or comments. He pretends like these aren’t helpful. He doesn’t want to give you the satisfaction.

Just like now, as you propose some suggestions, pointing out some inconsistencies in the story, he just listens, his eyes gazing into yours.

“How very helpful of you, I can really count on you, my love,” he hums, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

You bite back a smile, standing up from the seat behind your desk, and making your way to him. You stand behind him now, your hands resting on his shoulders. His muscle tense under your touch. You dip down, letting your hands glide along his chest, playfully so.

Rohan feels your breath on his neck and your heat on his skin, his nose filling up with your scent.

“Oh, you know me, always at your service,” you breathe into his ear before you retreat.

He composes himself, hurriedly standing up as well, saying goodbye to you as usual. He sees a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. He fully knows, that you just enjoyed baffling him. And he can’t seem to have anything to say, that would imply that he wasn’t.

The moment resurfaces in his mind throughout the remaining day.

He doesn’t know why meeting you always aggravates him so much. But this time you really were too much.

Late at night, when he’s lying in his bed, he really can’t seem to shake the memory of him. It’s like he can still feel your hot breath on his neck, your soft, inviting voice. He practically feels your hands smoothing along his chest.

Rohan desperately tries to ignore the way his dick twitches in his boxers. He has to tell himself that he doesn’t like you. Not one bit. Not at all. He tosses and turns, throwing his blanket away, and getting up to get himself some water.

It doesn’t help. He sits at the edge of his bed, looking down at his hardened cock showing through his boxers.

Every minute he doesn’t do anything, his longing for pleasure, for release, seems to heighten until he’s unable to hold back anymore.

Rohan tugs down his boxers, letting his cock spring into his grip. The first, slow drag of his palm along his length elicits him a gasp of relief. He lowers his gaze, watching as he drags his fist up and down his cock.

His mind is somewhere entirely else.

He thinks about you. About your hands on his chest, about your scent, about your sweet, honeyed voice.

He imagines you’re here in the room with him, that it was your hand that is dragging along his weeping length.

Rohan envisions you kneeling in front of him, your eyes peering up at him curiously before you wrap your plush lips around him. You’d look so good with hollowed cheeks and obedient eyes, bobbing your head.

“Just like that,” he mumbles. His grip grew a little tighter with each pump of his hand.

He visualizes his hand threading through your hair, pushing you to take more of him. He yearns to see tears spill from your eyes, he wants you to gag on his cock.

“Nothing to say now, huh?” He mumbles deliriously, lost in his fantasy.

He pretends it's your mouth and throat he’s fucking into, not his own hand. A breathless moan pulled from his chest, and another bead of pre-cum dripped down his cock to ease the glide of his hurried hand.

He can feel his impending orgasm, the way the knot in his stomach is twisting tighter and tighter with each harsh stroke of his hand.

A desperate groan falls from his mouth when he imagines your glassy eyes peering up at him. He envisions slipping his cock out of your mouth, and how you would loll out your tongue for him.

“You want that? Want me to cum all over that pretty face of yours, huh?” His voice is breathless, strained.

A low whine rips past his chest as he practically hears your whiny, desperate “Yes.”

He cums, a drawn-out moan of your name filling up the room, as his orgasm washes over him. His thighs tremble, his abdomen tensing as his hot cum paints his hand white.

He visualizes his spurts of cum landing on your tongue, dripping down your chin and lips, mixing in with your spit, imagining you swallowing, eagerly taking all that he gives you.

“Good girl,” he breathes, his chest heaving with his heavy pants.

Slowly he comes back into reality as his cock softens in his hand. His dick falls heavy against his thigh, as he observes the mess he made.

Rohan swallows, muttering to himself that he really does find you annoying. But he isn’t so sure if he can still believe this now.

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno leans against the rough bark of the tall birch, his long legs spread on the grass. He’s letting his eye wander, observing people walking their dogs, kids playing tag, and friend groups sitting in a circle on the green grass, beer in hand.

It fulfills him with contentment, with a certain tranquility when he sees all these people that are so happy, so careless, seeming so innocent and pure. He often comes here, clearing his mind, forgetting about all his duties and stress.

And as his gaze moves from one place to another he discovers you. As his eyes rest on you, he wonders how he could’ve been caught up in observing anything other. And now that he has seen you, how could he look away?

You’re sitting on a bench not far from him, a book in your delicate hands. Hair falls into your face, softly swaying in the breeze. He notices the corners of your eyes crinkling as you try to make out the sentences in the bright sunlight.

After a few minutes, it seems like you have given up, placing the book next to you on the bench. Your eyes fall close, soaking up the sun.

And Giorno just watches you; angling your face towards the sun, discarded book next to you, the soft breeze playing with your hair.

He doesn’t know why he can’t seem to tear his eyes away. It calms him in a way that is hard to describe, to see you comfortable in your skin, with no trace of stress or worry painted on your face, falling into the moment, appreciating it. It touches something deep within himself.

Giorno is mostly surrounded by hard, harsh people. Men that have killed, and will do so again.

It’s refreshing to look at you, it makes his skin feel warmer than the sun shining upon it.

He doesn’t know how to approach you, he’s not even sure if he should. He picks up a blade of grass, letting his stand metamorphose it into a butterfly.

The little insect reels through the air, heading for you.

You don’t notice it until it lands on the tip of your nose. Your eyes open languidly. They grow wider as they take in the butterfly right before them.

It takes off again, fluttering a few centimeters in front of your face. Giorno watches you laugh out of surprise, your smile shining brighter than the afternoon sun.

You stretch out your hand, the butterfly landing on your finger, sitting still. The wonder in your eyes as you observe it from up close makes his heart flutter, just like the butterfly’s wings. He’s entranced, his eyes hanging onto you until you go.

And when he is back in his home, after talking to some of his subordinates, after feeling the stress and his responsibility resting on his shoulders anew he wishes he could see you. To let his gaze travel along your features, to feel this tenderness washing over himself again.

He leans back in his chair behind his desk, picturing you. How your eyes widened in surprise upon gazing at the butterfly, how your delicate hand waved through the air, how your skin glowed in the sun.

Giorno can’t help wondering how soft your skin would feel against his lips, imagining kissing your shut eyes, pressing feathery kisses onto every centimeter of your face until his ears pick up your soft giggles. He would pull away, his nose nearly touching yours, his hands cradling your cheeks, watching the creases at the corner of your eyes deepening.

This is harmless. This is okay.

But his mind can’t stop running. He can’t stop his thoughts from wandering, from imagining himself pressing tender kisses along your jaw, your throat, along your breasts.

He thinks about taking your nipple into his mouth, softly sucking, noticing your breath deepening, his other hand kneading your other breast.

Giorno gulps, his blood rushing down his body. He imagines moving further down, a trail of kisses along your waist, your stomach, along your thighs.

His breath hitches, feeling his dick straining against his pants. He wonders how your pussy would look, how sweet you would taste, as his tongue laps at your folds.

His chest burns with desire, his cheeks hot as he just can’t shake these thoughts off.

Reluctantly, he gives in to his urges. He tugs down his pants and boxers, his hand wrapping around his hardened cock.

His head rests against his chair. His eyes drifted shut, to visualize you more clearly. He sees you in front of him, your unbelievable eyes staring up at him, slightly widening as he sinks into your wet pussy, his cock being encompassed by your warm, tight walls. A sigh drops from his lips.

His thumb swipes across his slit, collecting the bead of pre-cum that has gathered there. Slowly, he starts to drag his hand along his length, pumping into his swollen tip, before repeating the gesture. With each pass, his grip grows a little bit tighter, and his fantasies a little dirtier.

He imagines it's your pussy that is wrapped so tightly around his cock, not his own hand. He pictures your every expression, your eyes darkening, your cheeks burning, your plush lips dropping open, releasing sweet moans and whimpers.

Giorno wants to see you tremble, wants to see you fall apart underneath him, because of him. He mimics the slow and deliberate thrust with his hand, before increasing his pace. A drawn out, breathless moan escapes his parted lips.

He yearns to see the surprised look in your eyes, the little frown on your face, as he throws your legs over his shoulders, thrusting even deeper into you.

He would fuck you until you quiver underneath him, until your voice is hoarse until you can’t see straight, until you’re a mess, gushing all over his cock. He would fuck you until you’re satisfied.

Only then he’ll let himself succumb. A groan rips past his heaving chest as he imagines your pussy clenching down on him greedily, urging him to spill every drop of his hot cum deep within you.

With that thought in his mind, with him envisioning your sloppy pussy fluttering around his dick, he cums. A groan drops from his lips, his fist squeezing a little tighter, concentrating on his swollen tip as his orgasm washes over him.

He envisions himself buried deep inside of you, his cock throbbing with each rope of hot cum he fills you up with.

Shallowly he rides out his high, his body twitching helplessly as his ropes of creamy cum drip down his thick shaft and onto his hand, imagining your pussy milking him dry.

He’s breathless, his chest heaving with pants, as he lets go of himself. His gaze drops onto his soiled hand.

Giorno wonders how such a sweet and tender thing as you could lead him to do such lascivious things.

©sweetdreamlandstuff

#jjba smut #jjba fanfic #jojo smut #jotaro smut #jotaro x reader #jotaro x you #bruno bucellati x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno smut #giorno giovanna x reader #giorno smut #giorno x reader #josuke smut #josuke x you #josuke x reader #rohan x reader #rohan smut

4K notes · View notes

incculum · 5 months

Note

i need bruno 2 sit on my face so bad hes so used to control n he thinks he’s still got it until he’s squirming nd moaning on yr tongue ….

didn't know if you wanted amab or afab Bruno but I wrote with him being afab in mind + warning that reader gets called 'good boy' once in the beginning & that afab terms are used for Bruno's genitalia

When Bruno lowers himself down onto your face, he's confident, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear and muttering commands into the air, whispering a hoarse "good boy" when you finally push your tongue into him.

You unravel him with your mouth and groan into his pussy when he pulls on the roots of your hair and his thighs tighten around your head, hips rolling to ride your tongue like he imagines it's your cock.

After he comes with his fingers pressed against his sensitive clit, his chest heaves and his thighs shake lightly. He shifts his weight to lift himself up but you pull him back down with your hands on his tan thighs and your unrelenting tongue lapping at his sopping folds.

He questions you with a short laugh and puts on an air of confidence you know won't last, "oh?"

You wrap your arms around his thighs and Bruno doesn't get the chance to say much else before pleasure starts to drown out his assertiveness. His hips wiggle and his hands grab onto anything in reach to pull himself back into reality.

A sound you rarely hear from him tumbles out, an almost-whiney, low noise. He never anticipated losing himself so soon and so easily after one orgasm. He's lost control of the way his body moves and the sounds that leave him and, as long as you keep him blissed-out and squirming on your tongue, he won't be able to gain it back. And you both know well that he won't complain.

#incculum works #bruno bucciarati #top male reader #top reader #dom male reader #dom reader #jjba x male reader #jjba x reader #sub jjba #jjba smut #bruno buccellati #bruno bucellati x reader #male reader #x male reader #sub character #bottom character

479 notes · View notes

thestressedskittles · 3 months

Text

Lil Team Bucci Blurb (NSFW)

Kit here! Sorry I've been gone for months on end! A lot has happened since I last posted and I've finally found the encouragement to whip up this little thing real quick. Its not much but I gotta do something to get back into the flow of writing again!

Warnings: NSFW under the cut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), gender neutral reader (no pronouns used), all characters are 18+, not proofread nor checked for mistakes

DISCLAIMER: Do NOT think it is okay to take our stories and post them somewhere else without our EXPLICIT PERMISSION. Do NOT think it is okay to take anyone else’s stories and post them somewhere else without their EXPLICIT PERMISSION. Giving credit does NOT count as permission. You may reblog our stories, but you may NOT repost our stories without OUR PERMISSION.

Bruno who lets out rumbling purrs of your name as he makes sure to work himself inside of you slowly and deeply, his normally bright blues are clouded and darkened as his entire being is fueled by arousal as he folds you into a mating press and sinks himself all the way

Leone who offers nothing but groans and rumbles against your neck as his arms wrapped around your waist tighten and pull you to meet his thrusts, forcing his cock in all the way, little nips to your sweet spot and his hot breath pull mini whimpers as your walls squeeze him tighter and tighter

Mista who holds your hips as your own hands find balance on his chest while he avidly thrusts into you from below, never faltering in his pace, his naturally dark eyes are swirling with lust as he licks his lips and hisses through clenched teeth as a broken groan cracks from his mouth

Narancia who's worked himself up beyond belief as he takes you from above, his normally bright purple are darkened and swirling with adoration and lust, he holds you close, moaning your name over and over as he brings you both closer and closer, stealing kisses from your lips

Fugo who's intense lovemaking is leaving you both covered in a sheen of sweat and out of breath, but he pushes through, determined to send you off the rails once more as he leaves bruises along your body, letting out a groan over your parted lips as your nails rake down his back

Giorno who is dedicated to your pleasure moreso than his own, letting you do as you please as he sinks further into the silk sheets, watching and holding you up as he encourages you on with sweet words while you begin to fall apart, letting groans and moans flow freely from his mouth as he tilts his head back into the pillows

313 notes · View notes

zujime · 9 months

Text

─── multiple characters x reader

characters included: bruno, joesph(not the old man ya'll, he is kinda bad tho ngl), josuke, jotaro, giorno, mista

c.w. when ur sad/upset/overthinking/idk, aged up, fluff, comfort, established relationship, no y/n usage, hcs, jjba, some italian pet names (2), a few swear words

- it's been a while since i posted jjba content, it's also been a while since i posted overall. this probably isn't much but for right now until i recover from this burnout, it's all i have. i hope you enjoy :)

at times like these, bruno notices almost immediately that something's up when he walks into your shared home and is met with an eerie silence. it's not long before he's rushing into the bedroom in search of you, only to find you curled up in bed—hidden under covers as you trembled and sniffled lightly. his touch is gentle when he rests his hand on your quivering shoulder, voice even softer as he speaks—asking about what's troubling you.

"what's wrong, mia cara" whether you tell him or not, he encourages you to release whatever tears remain as he holds you, giving you a shoulder to cry on and lots of forehead, nose, and cheek kisses as he tries to soothe you. once you've calmed down, he'll ask if there's anything you want—either a necessity or just something you want, he's getting it without a second thought. he just loves you so much and wants to do all he can for you.

now joesph...is kind of a jerk when he finds you crying at first. he'd baby talk you as he pinches, squishes your cheeks, and flicks your forehead or nose while laughing his ass off, but when he notices that you're not giving him any snappy remarks, slapping his hands away, or laughing with him, that's when he knows something's wrong and he's actually worried.

and when he starts asking you what happened, he almost sounds like a fly that's been buzzing in your ear for god knows how long, but you know he means well, especially when he's giving you the warmest and tightest hug he can—holding you against his chest as you let his heartbeat calm your uneven breathing. he's definitely babying you for the rest of the day and he might tease you a teeny tiny bit, but only to make you laugh.

josuke would probably think he did something to cause you to feel this way and if that's the case, bro's apologizing profusely (please, he's so sorry). whatever the problem might be, expect lots—and i mean lots of short sloppy kisses all over your face while he whispers tons of "I'm sorry" or "it's ok" onto your face. he might refrain from asking what the problem is both out of fear and because he doesn't want to cross boundaries or upset you even more.

but he'll spoil you rotten for the entire week cause he wants you—his everything—to feel better and he wants you to know how much he loves you. cuddles, kisses, hugs, naps together, movie night, whatever the hell you want is exactly what he's gonna give you maybe even before you ask. (he'd probably cry w you, on a serious note).

i think that jotaro would sit there and wait for you to tell him what's wrong so he'll know if it's serious or not—if it's serious he'll stay and listen to what you have to say, but if it's not like you're crying because something is out of stock or something, he's leaving the room and not even sparring you a second glance.

anyway, if you need any type of physical affection, he'd be able to tell from your body language or if you ask him for it but either way, he's not gonna not give you what you want...he's a really good listener, would literally sit there and listen to all that you have to say with no interruptions and he'd cuddle with you until you fall asleep cause he needs to know that you're actually okay, but he's not leaving your side. at all.

ok listen, not exactly like josuke, but i think giorno would be such a sweetheart. he'd ask if you'd wanna talk about it and would be content listening to whatever you say to him while he's holding you in his arms to bring your frantic mind to a slow so you can focus on what you want to say. would definitely cuddle with you in bed—you'll pass out in like less than 20 minutes so yeah.

mista would be so worried but at the same time he's asking who did it with sex pistols in hand (bro's ready to kill a bitch for you). "amore mio, who do i need to kill?" "mista, please don't kill anyone..." he's drowning you in nothing but love (kisses, cuddles, hand-holding, etc). he'd let you wear his hat or play with his hair to calm you down if that's what you want. you're getting spoiled. no, if's and's or but's, you're getting spoiled. want food? he's got it. wanna watch something? the tv's already on. wanna nap? he's already waiting in bed. he'd also let you cry on his shoulder for as long as you need and he'll give you back rubs too. :((

607 notes · View notes

slutfactory · 10 months

Note

I forgor if you've already posted something like this but

Unzipping Bucciarati's arms and doing as you please to him. He can't grip the sheets, he can't crawl away, he can't even hold you closer to him to ground himself-

bruno is my wife (real)

he's squirming around on the bed, whining because he wants to touch you so bad. :( but with all the movement, he faces the threat of falling off the bed.

all he can do is wrap his legs around your waist, to try and pull you closer while you're fucking him.

oh, better yet, use bruno's hands to please yourself while he watches. he'll be glad that he's somehow pleasuring you, but is also a lil jealous.. of his own hands. he wants to touch himself, too, but is willing to wait if you tell him. <3

#🎥 slutfactory shorts #top male reader #seme male reader #x male reader #male reader #top reader #dom reader #jjba smut #sub jjba #dom male reader #bucciarati thirsts #bruno bucciarati smut

398 notes · View notes

despicablebisexual · 6 months

Text

just thinking about being the one person bruno contemplates giving up the gang life for...

bruno x gn!reader, smut, MDNI, angst, cw: minor amount of violence and gore

somehow, he was back, and bruno didn't ask any questions when giorno was there to welcome him back from whatever place he had been

giorno just silently cried, a rare show of emotional vulnerability from the young teenager

so, bruno decides to live this time, live like he'd never have another second chance again

and of course, the first thought that comes to mind is finally asking out the beautiful worker from the small bakery right around the corner

he's seen you for months, carefully decorating intricate cakes, biting your lip as you finally nail the design you've been working on for months, but he's never bothered to approach since he figured that him being a mafioso would rightfully scare you off

but, he's been miraculously granted another chance and he knows he must take it

so he walks in one day, a single flower held behind his back, and confidently asks if you're available

and of course, you all but shout that you'll go out with him

the gorgeous mafioso that had captured your attention so many months ago, but then disappeared out of the blue for several weeks had finally asked you out, and you weren't going to waste this chance

but, he's a mafioso, a man with an insurmountable amount of money, which scares you (as does his profession)

you, the keeper of a small-time bake shop

you're expecting him to show up in a fancy sports car and take you for a spin on the wild side, show you a life completely different from yours

but, he manages to surprise you when he knocks on your door the next night, dressed casually in a gray sweater and black jeans, and tells you he's packed a picnic for you two to enjoy out on the beach

the sun sets over the two of you as you enjoy a full on buffet that he insists was fully prepared by him (you have your suspicions)

it's a wonderful first date, the pinks and oranges reflecting off the glistening water and in bruno's deep blue eyes while he talks

he's equal parts a great listener and a great talker, filling in all the gaps when you're not sure what to say

all the rumors from the older women around town stating he was quite the catch are true, you realize that night

and when he kisses you for the first time, you know you're going to fall completely head over heels for him

several months pass by and bruno's got the world in his hands

he's the underboss of italy's biggest crime syndicate

he's got more money than he could ever hope for

he's got a loyal crew always ready to stand by his side

but most importantly,

he's got you...

you, his wonderful partner whom he loves with all his heart

over the course of the beginning of your relationship, he'd be insistent you stayed away from everything pertaining to Passione

even though it stood for something better now, aiming to cleanse the streets of italy from the filthy drug trade, it's still a dangerous place to be caught up in

especially with you not having a stand

no one has ever met you, and they never will

(well, giorno knows OF you... bruno thought it best to at least tell giorno considering he's the boss, but he didn't even need to. giorno knew immediately what was going on once he noticed how many times bruno came back to the Passione headquarters with little treat bags from your shop)

anyway, he keeps you tucked away

far from any prying eyes, any danger, and far, far away from anything related to stands

he wanted your love to be authentic, one-of-a-kind, something they'd write about in books one day, not tainted with the poison that is mafia life

and your love certainly felt that way

each time he made love to you, it was like the heaven's aligned

the taste of you was enough to drive him wild, he'd spent countless hours professing his love to you by kissing and sucking eagerly at your most sensitive parts between your thighs

he'd praise you constantly for your seemingly divine beauty, and how blessed he felt to be the one to receive your affection, especially when you were knelt between his legs

but, he'd fight an internal battle each time he was with you

the angel on his shoulder would direct him to lay you down gently and put on slow r&b while he lazily thrust into you, not even bothering to focus on his own pleasure but instead just on yours

the gentle sound of your moans and sighs and professions of love like music to his ears

but the devil on his shoulder, the one that made him the ruthless mafioso he was, would constantly tell him to give in to your demands and mercilessly fuck into you while your nails scratched down his back

the oh-so welcome sound of you screaming and gasping out how good it felt to be the object of his desire

yes, it was a dilemma he struggled with indeed

but at the end of each night, when you two were laid on top of the sheets, catching your breath after an all too long love-making session

bruno would smile into your hair, so perfectly content in those moments

no mafia, no stands, no acting as the righteous hand of Passione

just you

just you, with your bruno

he'd struggle for months, tossing and turning at nights

giorno brought him back to fulfill his duty, to help him with his cause

and girono was more than a boss

he was his friend, his precious comrade who he owed his life to (literally)

but you were this perfect thing, this beautiful, innocent being that gave him a new way to live

he was no longer the traitorous gangster he once was, he was someone you said you'd want to spend the rest of your life with

someone to taste test all the new cake flavors, someone to walk alongside of in the setting sun, someone to have and to hold

he'd walk in and out of the finest jewelers in italy, searching for the one ring that would be perfect

and it'd be a heavy weight in his pocket on the day he finally found it in Milan

he knew your ring size already, having got the measurements while you slept

(sticky fingers might have helped by zipping off your finger for a second)

he'd basically skip down the street, intent on making his way back to giorno and telling him he would be retiring by the end of the year

in his two years as the underboss, he'd helped giorno build an empire already

he trained countless new and exisiting stand users, he'd made great friends with neighboring houses, and mista was more than prepared to step up now

his future plans? help you out with the bake shop

the owner you'd be working for for the past three years was retiring and decided to leave it in your possession

you two would get married, have a couple kids, run the shop, leave it to one of them eventually, move to a house by the seaside (maybe even his hometown!) and grow old together

it'd be perfect

but

then he'd get the call

giorno would be frantic on the other end, explaining a serial killer stand user was loose in Naples

one that trish alerted them to, as she said the killer explained he had a bone to pick with whoever overthrew diavolo, and was targeting loved ones

and he'd been watching for quite some time now

he immediately zipped to your apartment, finding the door wide open

fear churning in his stomach, he'd storm the small apartment, searching for any sign of you

when all he found was a single finger perfectly cut off and preserved

his heart stopped

a ring finger, giorno confirmed

your ring finger.

they never found your body, nor your killer, not even after months of searching on end, going to neighboring countries and speaking with other syndicates around Europe

it'd be months, years later before bruno would ever even crack a smile like he used to

he just wasn't the same anymore, this wasn't a death that gold experience requiem could change, and bruno had nowhere else to turn

so, he'd spend the next years committing himself completely to his underboss duties

Passione would be feared, and not just for their untouchable boss

the underboss would be scarier, the man who could walk through walls and kill you with a single command of his stand

traitor after traitor, he'd interrogate anyone who'd so much as questioned giorno's authority, even minorly

everyone would come to fear his wrath

and in each interrogation, each time he'd zip someone's head almost completely off and remove all their limbs and beat them to the brink of death

he'd be searching

waiting

for the person who knew what happened to you

no one would know anything

who would remember the worker from the little bake shop around the corner that had closed so many years ago?

no one

no one knew you, and bruno had no evidence of your existence besides an unworn ring and a cold and empty bed

he'd be left to turn back to the cold, gangster life

until one day, giorno would let him rest in peace finally

and he'd be reunited with you

#bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno buccellati x reader #bruno x reader #bruno bucciarati smut #bruno bucciarati angst #im sorry

181 notes · View notes

cowboycakes · 2 years

Note

How would Jotaro, Bruno, and Abbacchio react if they catch their female s/o getting off to porn?

MINORS DNI, nsfw under the cut!!!

(warnings - masturbation/mutual masturbation, afab reader, mentions of porn, jealous jotaro, sweetheart bruno, tease abbacchio, use of stands in a sexual context lol.)

i could see Jotaro being the jealous type in a scenario like that. he'd walk in to see you sprawled out on your bed and working your fingers on your cunt, without him. you watch his jaw drop and his eyes widen a bit - partially because he's enthralled at the sight of you like this, and partially because he really is jealous. he'd act tough about it, mumbling, "what the hell are you doing?" and leaving you to wonder if you're actually in trouble. either way, it doesn't change the fact that he's getting a boner, especially when he sees you have no plans of stopping anytime soon. he'll come to inspect your choice of video, and that's when it turns into a challenge for him. "you know i could fuck you better than that, right?"

it would be a nice surprise for Bruno. he's polite enough to ask if you'd like some privacy, but is excited to join you on the bed when you say you don't want any. he'd lay down next to you and plant gentle kisses on your face and neck, stroke your cheeks, and play with your hair while you moan at the feeling of your climax building. "Fuck, you're so pretty when you get like this," Bruno whispers, slipping his hand down the front of his own pants.

Abbacchio would walk in on you and immediately seize the opportunity to tease you. "horny?" "you really couldn't wait for me to get home, huh? you're that fucking needy?" nevertheless, he would really get off to it. he'd watch you intently. then, he'd replay the memory of you later on moody blues for himself when you aren't around to please him. who needs the internet to play some porn when your stand can do it for you?

thx for the ask anon!

inbox is open for more JJBA requests and thirsts ;)

1K notes · View notes

brunosbambina · 1 year

Text

Ragazza Sporca 2.0

Your Capo... if only he was. The sad truth is that he’s your boss and good friend, and yet, he’s always on your mind as if he was your lover. Your heart yearns for him, but you're constantly forced to tell yourself It’d be inappropriate to cross the threshold of being your Capo's underling and friend. You've dealt with these difficult feelings for years now, and every day you’re left with a gaping hole in your chest. Though, you lose control over everything when Bruno knocks on your door at night asking for a favor.

❥ Labels & Warnings: 18+

Smut, Fluff, Masturbation, Teasing, Light humiliation, Praise, Dirty talk, Oral sex (receiving & giving), Vaginal sex, Creampie, Confessions.

This is a revision of my original work posted on AO3, Sept. 17, 2019.

Your Capo is the most caring and warm person to the ones around him, so how can you have not fallen for him? You were no different than the many drooling girls that lined up in the hopes of getting a date with the mafioso. Though you never pestered him about his schedule so you could score a date with him like others did, your feelings were much stronger than any girl that desired him. At some point, your sentiments for your boss grew so strong that you could never fathom being with anybody else.

Day by day, it was beginning to be challenging whenever you had to talk to Bruno or merely look at him. Your face would heat up when his oceanic eyes would land on you, and of course, Bruno being the most perceptive man you knew, caught on to your weird behavior. As time swelled, your feelings made it difficult to even be in his presence, and Bruno worried something was wrong on countless occasions whenever you didn't show up for a meeting. He's asked you into his office numerous times and asked if he ever did anything to upset you. You lied to his face so many times which was something you never did before, and it hurt, but it was only to protect how you really felt.

You tried tirelessly to push your feelings down in order to do your job for your Capo, but that was impossible. How could anyone hide their feelings for someone so compassionate, selfless, and loving? Bruno was not only such a warm person, but whenever he needed to do his job or protect someone, a ruthless and dominating man would emerge. His courageous ambitions alone inspired you in every aspect and made you want to be a better person. Everyone around him loved him.

It also didn't hurt how extremely gorgeous he was. One look was all it took to make anyone turn their heads with admiration for his beauty. Just the way he carried himself and the way he talked or even laughed was so graceful yet masculine which made everything all the harder to cope with. Sometimes he'd catch you staring at him for far too long, and would give you a lookover and smirk. There was a fine line between you two, one that you teetered over and he watched with amusement. Maybe he enjoyed your attention or maybe he was just naturally comfortable with you since he's been your friend for years, but he never looked like he didn't want you to check him out. In fact, there were times he did the same with you, although, you chalked it up to him being kind and not wanting you to be uncomfortable with getting caught ogling him. What you do know is that you absolutely had to stop this before you did something you'd regret.

And yet, every night you secretly let yourself go and satisfy your fantasies with the thoughts you stowed away in the day. The reveries you'd select from your memory like a delectable menu of salacious thoughts were the ones that'd control your body and fingers. Your voice was the fruit of your labor as your fingers would throw your body in thrashes across your bed. Your imaginings would entail him thrusting his long, thick fingers in your mouth as he spread your thighs apart with a smoldering look so hot it could burn you alive. Thoughts of him crawling on top of you with those built muscles of his sinuously twisting as he positioned himself at your entrance would send shivers down your spine. He'd whisper in your ear how pretty you were and then slowly penetrate you only to vividly groan against your ear. His deep voice would send vibrations through your chest as his own pecs lay on you, and once more his voice would intoxicate you with its perfumed words telling you what a good girl you were for taking all of him in.

And... shamefully, tonight isn't any different.

You lie on your bed, bare and writhing from your own hands with your head full of foulness. Wet circles spread across your clit by your fingers — the fingers you wish were Bruno's — and rough grasps prick the skin of your breasts with goosebumps as you try to simulate how he'd squeeze your mounds with his big hands. Small moans escape your mouth despite trying your hardest to be careful of who hears you in the tucked-away villa Bruno offered you to stay at. God, if only it were his deft fingers rubbing you instead and his mouth on your breast instead of your— suddenly, you hear a familiar knock at the door and your voice gets stuck in your throat. Your eyes shoot open and you scramble to sit up.

"U-uh, yeah, what is it?" You call out, wondering if you should cover yourself, but you know Bruno would never barge in.

"Bella, I’m sorry to bother you so late, but could you let me in?"

Your eyes shoot over to your alarm clock, 12:00 am. Just simply hearing his deep, melodic voice booming behind the door makes your body shiver. Gulping down, you start putting your clothes back on with jittery hands.

"W-wait just give me a second."

Why on earth would he be asking to come in at a time like this? Is it really just a coincidence or did he hear you?

Walking over to the door, you unlock it and open the door as normally as you can muster given how out of breath you are. Bruno immediately comes in and glances over at your messy bed, wondering if he ruined a relaxing time for you.

"Is everything okay? Did, did um, something happen?" You ask him, flustered as you quickly smooth your hair down.

"Yes, I'm okay, bella. I'm sorry for interrupting you," he says, confusing you.

Avoiding his eyes like the plague, you nervously laugh. "Oh no, you weren't interrupting anything," you innocently reassure him.

"I'm glad because I'd hate to burden you, but I'm afraid I have a favor to ask of you."

He's so sweet in not wanting to rely on others as people around him rely on him, and it makes you feel good whenever he does ask you for anything.

"Of course, I'll do anything for y— I mean, whatever I can do to help you in any way, I'll do it," you meekly say, cringing inside.

Bruno laughs at your adorableness, his eyes crinkling with a charming smile spreading on his handsome face.

"I was wondering if I could use your shower. Mine has been acting up lately, and I was going to ask Narancia, but he's fast asleep as are the others. I saw that your light was on so I thought maybe it's fine that I ask if it's not too much trouble?"

Your heart begins to thrum as he imploringly stares at you with his penetrating sapphire eyes. It's not like you can reject a man his deserved shower, and it's not like you wouldn't mind having him wash his soapy, naked body in your shower. The thought alone could keep your heart full for weeks.

"Oh, yes, of course," you laugh, swallowing the thick saliva that's accumulating in the back of your throat as your head goes in places you wish it wouldn't when you're right in front of your damn boss. "There's a fresh towel hanging next to mine on the rack — you'll know which one is mine because it's damp — and you can of course use my shampoo and body wash."

"Thank you, dolcezza," he muses smoothly while stepping toward your bathroom. "You're my lifesaver. I'll be fast, I promise."

Bruno disappears into the bathroom and you're left with his words circulating in your head. 'You're my lifesaver, you're my lifesaver, you're my—' you're his lifesaver. Clutching your chest, you bury your face in your pillow and squeal. Your heart feels like it could burst with that statement alone, but having him in your shower? Showering? Bathing? No, this has to be a dream. With your face smashed in your blankets, you pinch your arm before sitting up. You can hear the shower turn on and you wonder how he prefers the water temperature. Hot or cold? You're guessing hot since he does work those muscles day in and day out. They must be so tight after a long day of work, and you'd love to massage his body to alleviate any stress he carries back home. Your lips unconsciously spread into a goofy grin as you think about Bruno and all his little quirks. Kicking your feet, you wrap your arms around yourself and squirm around as butterflies invade your stomach.

Yes, it's all very innocent when a friend uses your shower, but he's not just a friend to you. He's also your boss and crush, though crush is an understatement, and him being your boss could very well be inappropriate if the situation was like any other. But it's Bruno, so all you can think about are the positives. Yet, you can't help but wonder if you were too loud. How is it that he came at such a perfect time? You really hope that wasn't the case because if so, you'll turn to stone right here and now.

You jump as you hear the bathroom door click open. Looking over your shoulder, you see Bruno emerge from the foggy bathroom and your heart stops altogether.

With a towel hanging dangerously low around his defined Adonis belt, his slim waist carries him like a Roman statue. It looks as though he's flexing his muscles, but he's totally relaxed even when your eyes are on him. The muscles under his tan skin are defined and taut as droplets of water traverse the dips of his pecs and abs. His usually smooth black bob is messy as he dries it with a small towel. Those distinctive oceanic eyes are glued on you, and his expression is far too ambiguous for you to discern. Is he mad? Is he lost in thought?

Bruno stalks over to your perched form on the bed and you instinctively avert your gaze as he approaches your front. Hovering over you in his half-naked form, he looks down at you with a suddenly formidable aura. Grasping your jaw, he tips it up and pulls it toward him while leaning down. Bruno's cerulean eyes are so intense it feels as though he's peering into your soul and you're cemented in place by them.

"Cara, why are you being so shy? Were you not moaning out for me earlier?"

You gawk at him and your body goes rigid as your biggest fear just came true. Of course, though, Bruno being the mischievous and teasing man he is chooses now of all times to bring it up once he's wet and delicious to catch you off guard.

Your mouth tries to turn into a smile to play this off, but it fails into a warped and stiff one. "W-what do you mean?"

Bruno's eyes wash over your lips before they veer back up to your eyes with a gleam in their fierce blues. "Was I at least on your mind when you touched yourself?"

"N-no, what? I wasn't—"

Cocking his head to the side, he has that mocking expression that makes your insides crumble.

"Now, now, you know better than to lie to me, yes?"

Bruno gingerly grabs your neck and turns it so your skin is bared for him. Shifting closer, the tip of his tall nose ghosts over the trunk of your neck and you audibly gulp. Attentively, Bruno licks a fat stripe up the side of your neck with the very tip of his tongue grazing your earlobe as it lifts off your skin. Stifling a moan, your face contorts with a rush of hormones hitting you.

"Mmm, I knew it. Sei una ragazza sporca," he nearly groans with a deep rumble emanating from his chest. (You're a dirty girl.)

Freezing you with the look he once gave Giorno on the train in Napoli, he interrogates you the same way. The scorching gaze is unbearable and it's hard to keep eye contact with Bruno like this, but with his demanding hold on your neck, you can’t help but comply even when your thighs are rubbing together.

"I'm sorry, Capo. I just..I—"

"You what? You like to imagine your Capo touching you?"

"No!" You’re quick to deny it with embarrassment overwhelming you.

"'No?'" Bruno repeats and gives you a scolding look of dismay.

"Then why are you squirming before my very eyes?" Bruno asks with a sharp tongue, scooting his lips closer to your quivering ones. "I didn't even have to test you to know that you're lying, carina. You're as guilty as can be."

Your fearful eyes creep up his face and your eyelashes flutter at him, and that's when he really can't take it anymore. Slowly, he eases his plush pout onto yours with so much passion, it makes you moan. Groaning into the kiss he's been dying to give you, he lets go of your mouth faster than you'd like. There's lust ridden in his eyes and they're hooded with his long eyelashes casting over his high cheekbones. Holding out your chin, he inspects your face by gently turning it from left to right before shifting to give you a kiss on the cheek, and you make a noise that quirks his lips into an amused grin.

"You're so sensitive, bella. I loved hearing how desperate your voice was all those nights when you wanted me to touch you, to kiss you, to fuck you."

Squeaking out with a whine, your insides clench so hard it's borderline painful. Bruno, your Capo, your boss, has heard what you've done on multiple occasions?! Soused in heat, you don't know whether to be turned on by what he said or by the fact that he listened in on you masturbating and didn't say anything this whole time. Bruno is just so gentlemanly and possibly vanilla, but this carnal side makes sense given his career in such a stressful and nefarious world.

Bruno snakes his hand from your jaw to the back of your neck and cradles it before kissing you fervently, effectively blasting away any thoughts you have. You moan into the kiss as his tongue slips across the inner flesh of your lips, and you fully accept him inside your mouth. Feverish like he's on fire with his own pent-up feelings blistering out, the kiss burns you alive. The way he smooches you conveys just how much he's been longing for you, and it makes you utterly dizzy. What is even happening right now?

Detaching from your lips, he openly skims his mouth across your jaw and stops in the middle of the bone to suck on it. Easing his way down your neck, your light whimpers torture him and he has to fight the urge to rip everything off of you and sink his cock right into your sopping wetness. Still holding your neck, his possessive nature makes you fidget with glee. Bruno makes you feel like you're already his in his attentive yet greedy hands.

"Carina, I’ve been wanting to do this for so long," he confesses between his attacks on your neck. (Cutie.) "You're not alone in dipping into bad thoughts. Each night, I imagine how you would react when I touch you here—" Bruno grasps your waist before his large hand slides up your ribs, his thumb brushing the underside of your clothed breast.

You gasp and instinctively back away, his other arm bracing your back and sitting next to you as close as humanly possible.

"May I?" He whispers in your ear, his voice deep and guttural laced with a saccharine tone.

Nodding, you release the breath you've been holding. "Yes," you breathe, squeezing his broad shoulders. "You can do whatever you want, Bruno."

"Hm, what an eager girl I have on my hands," he softly teases before melting his lips on your mouth like honey.

Bruno glides his hand upward and cups your breasts through the thin material of your pajama top and soon realizes you're without a bra. He hisses and ends it with a groan as your nipples harden under his long fingers, his cock angrily twitching under his towel. Caressing your mounds, he squeezes them with rapacious pressure as his hands are far more substantial than your own. You feel like clay under his hands as you give way to his molding touch, finally getting what you always fantasized about.

"Tell me, what do you think about when you touch yourself?"

Oh, how he loves toying with you and seeing you squirm under his intent gaze.

Inhaling sharply, you look away. "I-I think about many things."

Bruno can't help but smile at you. "You're imaginative, I gather?"

You sigh, knowing he's messing with you. Of course, you have to be imaginative when you could never approach him. Pecking your temple, he lays off your breasts and embraces you in his arms.

"You and I both know what I'm asking for, yes?" He asks you with his face nuzzled in your neck.

You sigh and nod, ready for what's to come.

"So," he starts off with a confident lilt. Smooching the skin just below your earlobe, he then moves to kiss your ear. "Why don't you tell your Capo how much of a filthy girl you are?" He rasps right in your ear, the cadence of his Italian accent visceral.

You whine before your voice turns into a full-on moan as he sucks at the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

"Bruno," you sigh as he continues to give your skin a harsh suck. "Why?"

"I want to hear it from these pretty lips," he says against your flesh while indenting the swell of your bottom lip with his thumb.

You never knew he'd be this good at seducing you as your head reels with extreme lust.

"I... imagine y-you touching me."

"Where?"

"Here," you say, guiding his hand to one of your breasts and he yields to palm it.

"Do you want me to touch this again?"

"Not just that... I want your mouth there, too."

To say Bruno is quite pleased with your answer would be an understatement as his cock leaks with a newly formed bead of precum. Humming, he stares at you while letting his hands fall to the hem of your top before he pulls it up your bare torso. With your top half now naked before your Capo's ravenous, blue eyes, he gently pushes you down on your back and gets on top of you. Pawing at both of your breasts in his big hands, he gropes them and twists both of your nipples with avid interest. The warmth from his hands blooms over your flesh like fluttering butterflies carrying ecstasy in their wings.

"You're so beautiful that I can't help but be greedy with you," he breathes heavily over your lips. "I want you to myself, all night long."

Large and hungry, his hands stretch as wide as they can get as they're wanting all of your flesh in their captive cages. With your head thrown back, you're unable to realize Bruno's gorgeous face is moving closer until his hair tickles the crest of your breasts. His tongue curls out and it immediately runs a circle around one of your stiff buds before he takes it into his mouth and encases it with his full pout. Your flesh is warm and soft yet hard as he plays with your pert nipple. Bruno happily plays with your breasts with enthusiasm, tasting you as if you were candy. Scrunching his brows, he can feel more of his precum dribble out of his pulsing cock and it makes the Capo shake with anticipation.

Bruno's craving tongue is hot and eager over your breast as it swirls around before flicking your nipple and sucking it into his mouth. He licks your nipple within the tight capture of his lips, and he bites it as he watches you thrash under him like you can't bear the pleasure. The slickness between your legs has gone past the point of no return as it's now dripping down your inner thighs. Catching your other nipple with his free hand, he rolls it with pleasure.

"Mm, please," you mindlessly mew.

"Hmm? What is it, cara?" His question drives his wet lips to move across your pebbled nipple.

"I want more, I want you."

Bruno chuckles at how needy you've become now that you've gotten a taste of what he can do to you. Popping off your now reddened nipple, he turns his gracious attention to your neglected one and washes it with keen concentration.

"Then tell me where else you fantasize your Capo touching you. Show me everything, amore. Let me see what I've been missing."

You moan at his words and you guide his hand down your stomach until it’s at the waistband of your shorts.

"Please," is all you whisper out as your hands shake.

Bruno stands up at the edge of the bed and grips the sides of your shorts and pulls them off your legs with his eyes glued to your face. Flicking his vision to your panties, he unfurls your legs and silently gulps at how completely sodden the fabric is. Taking a thigh in hand, he bends at the hip and runs a thumb up your visibly swollen clit over your underwear. You arch your back and cry out, your hips jerking away.

"Bruno," you gasp, making the Capo's eyes snap over to you.

"You're so lovely, dolcezza. I love the way you react when I tease you."

Hooking brawny arms around your thighs, Bruno kneels on the floor while pulling your ass over the edge of the bed. Gasping, you try to hide his vision with your hands.

"Don't," he warns with steadfast eyes.

Inhaling, your brows knit and you reluctantly let him continue. Softening his expression, he examines the soaked fabric keeping him away from your delectable inner parts. Bruno ducks and leisurely runs his tongue up your clothed pussy, making you wantonly moan before you shield your mouth. He kisses your clit and lowers his mouth to prod your covered entrance with his tongue where most of your slick has accumulated. Viscous and dangerously hot, his eyes roll back as he lets his tongue taste the flavor that soils your panties. You've ruined your underwear to the point where the fabric is completely slippery and allows Bruno's lips and tongue to just glide over you.

With his sharp nose nuzzled against your clit, he drags a deep inhale and salivates as your scent intoxicates him. Balmy, his sinewy hands sink into the ample flesh of your thighs while getting drunk off your pussy's aroma, his thumbs veering upward past the flexed tendons in your inner thighs. Mouthing at your entrance with his plump lips, he soaks the material with his drool and presses his expert tongue into your folds. Your lips separate and push out of your panties from the sides, and Bruno can't help but crack a toothsome smile. The corners of his curled mouth slither over your naked outer lips as his tongue squishes your slit, playing with you until your hips can't stop moving. The saturated cloth forms your shape, giving Bruno a detailed yet hidden idea of how you look like.

Lust clouds his brain and all he can think about is you and your succulent pussy. Bruno is powerless when he's so pussy drunk. His head is mixed with a flurry of licentious thoughts, but one particular fantasy keeps coming to mind. The reverie is one of his favorites and entails him cramming dick underneath your panties and grinding into your sweetness before pinning the gusset to the side and penetrating you. But as much as he wants to do vile things with just your panties alone, he lets out a sigh and ceases his tongue. Roughly, he removes your underwear and places his hands back on your inner thighs like magnets. Perfectly nude before him, the expanse of your skin is like a feast he's more than ready to devour. You whine and look away as he thumbs you open to get a good look at your dripping pussy. Marveling at you, he groans at how impossibly wet you are. Bruno has a fair amount of experience and not even once has he seen anyone so soaked like this before.

"You’re so wet, tesoro. You're leaking everywhere and making a mess. You feel it, no? And to think you were quiet about having this delicacy waiting for me."

Slowly, he flattens his tongue at your entrance, and with his eyes trained on you, he licks the entirety of your pussy from hole to clit. Your features twitch with bliss stilling you as you stare at him. Leisurely ribboning his tongue across your clit, he moves it from side to side and delivers jolts of pleasure right through your spine and through every limb. You swivel your hips and jerk into his mouth, but he holds you down harder. Gripping the sheets while Bruno licks your pussy as if he’s having his first meal in days, you try to get a grasp on the situation but it's incomprehensible.

"Adoro il sapore della tua figa," he drones as his lips glide against your slippery folds. (I love the taste of your pussy.)

Bruno delves deep into your wetness, his tongue tracing circles around your tight hole until it slips inside. Your eyelids shoot open and you throw your head back with your fingers carding through his raven locks. He grunts, understanding this is where he belongs as you tug his hair and your legs fluctuate from spreading open and suffocating him. And Bruno wouldn't mind dying like this if it meant drowning in your cunt.

Savoring how you clench around his tongue, he pulls it out to ferally lap your clit with determination to make you cum hard. Your moans pitch higher and higher, signaling your orgasm is just over the horizon. Bruno sinks two thick fingers inside your pussy, groaning at the plush resistance while his tongue is still at it with your clit. The second his agile fingers curl and push a zone within you, you unexpectedly unravel from that motion alone. Squeezing his fingers with your rippling walls, you wail out and shake with violent tremors plaguing your body. Bruno's mouth slobbers over you as he's completely in awe by how sexy and beautiful you are when you're climaxing. Just watching you ride the waves of bliss could make the Capo cum.

With tears glossing your eyes, you let go of his hair as you come down from your unimaginable high. Blinking away tears, you see Bruno resting on his haunches looking like he's at his wit's end. His cock strains against his towel and it lifts the heavy fabric up, tenting it. The outline of his size is fuzzy yet still definable through the thick material, showing just how rock-hard he is. You swallow hard as his lithe body arches over you to give you an impassioned kiss on the lips. Snaking his tongue between your lips, he offers you a taste of yourself and your ears go hot. Is this the taste he savored so much?

Gradually breaking his all-encompassing kiss with a drunken smile, his eyes smooth over you with their misty appearance. Your head is fuzzy and you're starting to think this is all a dream, but it's not as your hands slide down his sculpted abs. Bruno is realer than ever and right in front of you, ready to unite your body with his. His muscles flex with your touch and completely tighten the lower your hands traverse the knots in his hard torso. Your fingertips brush over a prominent vein of his that guides you to where Bruno really wants you: his erection.

Exhaling audibly, his sapphires are locked on your dreamy face, and his heart soars when you look up at him through your lashes. Heavy and wanting, your eyes captivate him wholly, but then he feels your hands fiddle with the fold in his towel and breaks eye contact. Bruno's Adam's apple bobs, swallowing hard as you reveal his aching virility. With his eyes flickering between your face and your hand, he gauges your delighted reaction. Bruno is humble in everything he owns, yet, seeing how overjoyed you are with his size makes his ego fly through the roof. Standing tall and curved, your Capo is much bigger than you expected. His heavy cock looks painful with its deep rosy color at the aching and leaking head, and it makes your mouth water. Though you caught a sneak peek through the towel, it was nothing compared to how big he really is. He's not only thick but also long, though not long enough to be a painful cervix breaker.

"Bruno," you breathe in as a bead of precum drips down the side of him.

The desperate look in your eyes taunts him and makes him want to demolish you. Quickly latching his lips to yours, he dominates your mouth with heated zeal. Although devoted to his kiss for you, he shatters it with a groan when you wrap a hand around his girthy shaft. Your voice gets stuck in your throat as his slimy precum spreads under your palm, giving you the opportunity to stroke him with ease. Slowly pumping his veiny cock, you delicately cup one of his balls with your other hand, and he viciously grunts from the sensitivity.

"Don’t tease me, cara," he warns and grabs your wrists, and pulls you away from him.

Bruno lifts you up and positions you on all fours on the bed in front of him and his beating cock. You watch his dick bob in the air as he stands before you, letting you soak in all of his glory. Gathering your hair with a hand, he takes his cock by the base with another and rubs his delicate frenulum across your wet lips.

"Hai fantasticato di succhiarmi?" He questions you with a husky cadence in his charged voice. (Have you fantasized about sucking me?)

"Yes, Capo."

Bruno inhales shakily at the pet name, and there's a twinge that rifles through his cock.

"Allora fallo," he orders like the true Capo that he is. (Then do it.)

Opening your mouth as wide as it can go, your velveteen cavern swarms the head of his cock in pleasant warmth. You try and take all of him in at once and descend your mouth down his length as far as it can go, but it's too hard. Bruno cracks out a moan at your eagerness to please him as you try your best to pet the swollen underside of his dick with your tongue even though your mouth is obviously too full. Tightening his grip on your hair, he starts rocking himself into your mouth at a steady pace. Inching himself deeper and deeper, the end of his bulbous tip hits your throat, and you gag. With his mouth falling open, he can't hold back his animalistic craving to hear you gag over and over. Bruno's hands shift across your head and your pussy involuntarily clenches knowing what he's trying to do.

"You suck your Capo well," Bruno coos with a rasp, flanking the sides of your face in his hands. "I bet you did this about a hundred times in your head, no?"

You gurgle and choke around his cock in response, your body twitching as your gag reflex fights for control. With his thumbs resting on your temples, the rest of his fingers seam themselves in your hair as he locks your head in his big hands. Left completely caged in, you're vulnerable to your Capo's mercy. Bruno can't lie, he gets off on the fact that you're his subordinate and he's your boss with a power dynamic that's palpable. But whether he's your boss or not, he'd still want this control over you.

"Ti piace avere il cazzo del tuo Capo nella tua bocca avida?" Bruno groans, beguiled by your explorative tongue. (Do you like having your Capo's cock in your greedy mouth?)

The vibrations of your responsive moan make him shiver, riling up the mafioso even more. Shifting his hips back, Bruno thrusts in your mouth and instantly breaches the tightness of your throat and groans as you gag over the head of his engorged cock. You think he's going to pull out, and he does, but he only lets himself out about an inch before going in and making you gag once more. Repeating himself, he fucks your throat and mouth, making you gag each time he hits your throat. Oh, how he loves hearing you slurp his dick, and how he obsesses over you gagging on him.

Tears start brimming your eyes before they free themselves past your eyelashes and down your cheeks as Bruno maintains his cock in your throat. Resolved to satisfy him, you concentrate on breathing and wait for him to pull out. Being used in such a way makes your pussy spasm with need, a need for him to bury his long dick right into you. You feel his base jerk one, then two, then three times before he slides out of your mouth with a nasty string of saliva connecting you to his shiny cock.

"Che brava ragazza sei," he praises with much regard. (What a good girl you are.)

Taking your chin, he kisses you hard. You get lost in his kiss so much so that you're like a melted candle in his arms as he maneuvers you on your back once more. The bed dips with his weighted knees on either side of your hips, his strong thighs pushing your legs up and out to make way for him. Bruno parts from the kiss and cradles your cheeks with his hands while his cock brushes past your clit. He mimics your gaping mouth as he keeps pressing his shaft against your pussy, enthralled by the heat below his shaft. Repeating the same motions, he coats his dick with your nectar until vile squelches fill the air. Your entrance pulses underneath his girth, begging him to load you up in one go.

Mewling his name in a shrill voice, you dig your nails into his muscled back as you pull him closer. "I want you, please, right now," you desperately beg.

"Sono stato così disperato per te," he breathes, letting his blistering blue eyes fall down your beautiful body until they observe your glassy folds repeatedly splitting around his cock. (I've been so desperate for you.)

Bruno takes your breath away with his admission. "Really?"

"Sì, ever since I laid eyes on you, mia dolce ragazza," he whispers in your ear. (My sweet girl.)

Bruno runs the very tip of him down your entrance and carefully penetrates the tight barrier, melting the two of you into one. You whine as your elastic walls stretch to accommodate his immense proportion. Kissing your forehead as a reward for enduring the pain, he soothes you as he struggles to inch in deeper. It hurts and burns, but the fullness he brings is otherworldly and turns the pain into sweet elation. The second Bruno reaches halfway inside you, he retracts and feels your walls cling to him before he opens you back up by sinking into you again. His eyes roll back as he persists in unfurling your pussy from the inside, his throbbing cock spearing your taut walls with perseverance. Grabbing your waist, he huffs before finally bottoming out and growling with a clenched jaw.

"Sei così stretto, mi sta facendo impazzire," he sneers, his fingers indenting your flesh around your waist and hips. (You're so tight, it's driving me crazy.)

Your dewy insides hug him in a snug embrace as if you were made for him, turning the mafioso into some sort of creature for desire. Bruno is unable to fully grasp the staggering sensations you drown him in and struggles to keep his sanity in check. He's never felt so good in his life before, even when partaking in the sins of the flesh as this is on a different level than anything he's used to. You're enveloping Bruno in a bestial disposition.

"Cazzo," he sighs under his breath, struggling to restrain himself from fucking you until you're screaming and crying and too ruined for anyone else.

"You're really," you wince as he slides out. "Big."

"Hmm, I never knew," he teases sarcastically with a wolfish grin.

Thumping his way back into you, his pelvis meets your bottom with a light smack, its perfumed melody alighting both of your ears in flames. Bruno grabs one of your thighs and hikes it up on his hip, caressing the bottom of it as your other leg locks around his slender waist. With his magnetic blues fixated on you, he commences a deep, languid, and eager tempo.

"La tua figa è stupefacente." (Your pussy is amazing.) "You're amazing," he lovingly compliments you, his expression so adoring it makes your heart skip several beats.

Bruno smiles wholeheartedly when your pussy squeezes him, knowing you're touched by his words.

"Do you know how beautiful you are, carina?" He asks, wanting to stir your heart even more while he mixes your insides with zero effort.

Shyly meeting his eyes, your hands travel down the deep line in the middle of his back. His strong muscles shift under his warm skin every time he moves, waving like the sea he loves so much.

"You are," you simply reply, savoring the hot skin of his waist and hips that constantly brush your inner thighs as he fucks you.

"There's not a single person that could compare to you," he utters, capturing you in his vision.

Too blissed out to respond, you do so with a loud moan. Bruno watches you writhe beneath him just like he has in his dreams. Laid out and naked before him, your breasts bounce with his passionate, rolling hips and your face contorts as he pleasures your body in the most perfect of ways.

"Every night I imagine fucking you like this, and wonder how you would look if you were full of my cock," he murmurs. Lowering his face to your neck, he kisses you there before repeating with your earlobe. "I'm not disappointed in the slightest. Not when you look perfect with me inside you," he flatters in your ear, his voice so hoarse that it thunders through you.

Your lower body involuntarily jerks in response to his words, making the Capo grunt. Clasping his hands on the back of your thighs, he pins them to the bed and venerates the stretching pump his cock glides into you with. Your pussy incessantly swallows him whole with your labia opening wide around him. Salivating, he wishes he could fuck and eat you out at the same time with his greed driving his thoughts. With a sneer to his full mouth, he pounds into you and makes the bed shift with his emphatic motions. You gasp and pant, clutching onto him for dear life while he blooms heat through your body.

"I think you're being too loud, cara," he says in a taunting tone. "We don't want to wake everyone up now do we?"

Your walls clamp down on him and he smirks devilishly.

"Or do you?"

"No," you sigh, biting your lips together to quiet yourself.

Bruno's plump lips twitch into a wicked grin, determined to crack you open. Withdrawing until his tip is barely in you, he rams himself back in you with a loud smack and shriek emitting from your lips. You immediately see stars and you scramble to cover your mouth, helplessly silencing yourself.

"You just can't be quiet, can you? So cute," he says impudently while railing you as hard as you deserve.

Your toes curl and your limbs stiffen around him, and it proves difficult to keep your mouth shut even with the physical barrier of your hand. Bruno's rigid pelvis and toned thighs slap against your body, mingling with the other lascivious sounds that fill the room and bounce off the walls. It's surprising no one has banged on your wall at this point. Though it'd be awkward if someone were to hear both of you coalescing, Bruno is quite absorbed by the fact that you can't shut up even one bit. Releasing your thighs, he instead pushes them upward with his arms by palming the bed with his hands. The position has him closer and now you can get an ever better look at him while he drills into you with undying vigor.

"Ti piace guardarmi mentre ti scopo?" He goads you with a curled grin. (Do you like watching me fuck you?)

Your mouth hangs open with drool threatening to dribble down your chin, your endless arousal once again fanned by his exquisite comments. Your eyes snap down to your connection with your Capo's body, regarding the way his solid girth extends your folds past his gouging shaft. Bruno earnestly joins you in watching, the breadth of his tongue watering from the different perspective he has of the two of you. With his line of sight, he's able to see your entirety in far greater detail. Your folds glisten and stretch wider with the thicker part of his cock entering and exiting you, your aching hole repeatedly going from empty to expanding.

"I love seeing your small pussy swell over me each time I bury my cock in you," Bruno murmurs, shifting his hands higher up on the bed and forcing your hips to lift before hitting you at a different angle.

You sputter in the back of your throat as the pressure inside your womb abruptly amounts to such a degree of pleasure it's violently ripping a shrill voice out of you. Bruno's shaft drags through your gummy walls with vehemence and presses each and every spot within you with gracious speed and delicious force.

"Shut me up, please," you beg him with tears in your eyes.

Amused by your plea, he grins down at you and throws your legs over his shoulders to fold you in half under his muscular and heavy body. He places a hand over your mouth with his pinky below your nose and his face dangerously close to yours as if he's studying you like a specimen.

"As much as I want to hear that pretty voice of yours, amore, you're being a noisy girl," he utters.

Bruno grunts, your pussy squeezing him in response to him.

"La tua piccola fica continua a soffocarmi il cazzo, dolcezza." (Your little cunt keeps choking on my cock.) "Your throat is no different than this, hm?" He coos while clasping a big hand around your throat to make a point.

Your body dances with pleasure for him as he hotly scowls down at you with his own desire and lust filling him to the brim.

"You're so kind for rewarding me with that loud, immoral voice of yours," he lilts, his accent becoming thicker with each word just like his cock is with each pulsating lunge.

"One would think you're a shameless woman with such erotic moans," he goads you, fanning the fires inside you. "Devi davvero amare il cazzo del tuo capo, no?" (You must really love your Capo's cock, no?)

Tears cascade down your cheeks and his hands as your impending climax is starting to drive you mad. With such a gorgeous sight below him, his grip on your mouth tightens with his fingers digging into your cheek's flesh. There's now a permanent wrinkle in between his eyebrows, and that alone shows just how much he's enjoying himself. Absolutely immersed in you, he can't soften any of his features and put a facade on as he's deep in the trenches of rapture. Swallowing thickly, he knows his end is near.

Bruno lets your legs down and he bends to seize one of your nipples with his lips and tongue. He loves how you moan earnestly, relishing the vibrations that your voice makes under his hand. Sucking your nipple, his tongue washes over it and you're almost on the very edge of snapping. Detaching from your nipple, there's a line of spit following his bottom lip as he gazes up at you while switching to your other nipple. With the sensation of his cock impetuously driving into your saturated pussy, he confines you with one arm under your back while still covering your mouth. Encircling your arms around his neck, you struggle to breathe with his hand covering your mouth and his body drilling into yours. Canting his hips at an angle that has him positioned slightly above you, he hits a sweet spot you never knew you had and you shudder and shriek in his hand. Clenching his teeth, he hisses as his slapping balls tighten and his cock swells with more blood; the feeling of your pussy pulsating on him engulfs him in rhapsody. Your walls hug him tighter than ever, and he knows your orgasm is imminent.

"Right there, dolcezza? La tua figa vuole il mio cazzo proprio qui?" Bruno punctuates his statement with a particularly rough thrust. (Does your pussy want my cock right here?)

"Mmmh!" You cry, your nails raking his back as your depths refuse to let him reel back his cock.

Bruno is unyielding in his hammer-like lunges, yet his tempo has changed from meticulous thrusts to sloppy crashes. Statuqesue curves billow in his working muscles, his warm skin rising with goosebumps as his end is near. Ripping his hand from your mouth, he palms your face with your ear between his thumb and index finger and weaves your mouths together. The two of you exchange moans in the open-mouthed kiss, your tongues intertwining as Bruno drills you into the rocking bedframe.

"Sto per venire, tesoro. Verrai per me?" He rasps in your mouth, his spit-slicked lips slipping across your wet mouth. (I'm gonna cum, darling. Will you cum for me?)

You frantically nod and his hands dig into the flesh of your hip and back as he uses your body as leverage to make you fuck him back. You roll your pelvis into him and he growls, his nails creating crescent marks into your back as he cradles and carries it. His jaw hangs open and his darkened blue eyes are steadfast on you, openly groaning as he falls over the precipice, and that smoldering expression alone makes you cum hard. Casing your mouth with his, he stifles your scream with a fierce kiss that hardly lets you breathe.

Both of your bodies' visceral responses swallow each other whole. Bruno's shaft twinges as torrents of semen erupt from it and coat your insides while continuously fucking you with all his might, sloshing your liquids together in a lecherous amalgamation. Milking his beating cock with your clinging, viscid bounds, you draw out copious amounts of Bruno's delicious release. Shivers run down your spine as you can't control your body's muscle spasms with otherworldly euphoria bludgeoning you. Bruno's searing-hot base jerks with up and down motions and gradually slows along with your throbbing walls.

There's a trickle of liquids between the bond of your tired bodies, but the two of you can only focus on the dull pulse that's waning. Bruno is languid with his minute thrusts as globs of his release ooze out of you. Absolutely satiated and full of him, you lie mollified on the bed while he eases off you. Bruno smiles at you before pecking your lips and petting your hair, high on cloud nine from your acceptance of him. His eyes shoot down to your coupling and he sucks in air through his pearly whites and retracts from your molten heat. Your stretched skin glides back off him and he admires the hue of your tender flesh as it drools of his thick ejaculate.

Whining from the emptiness inside of you, you pout at him. Bruno chuckles in response but is hypnotized by the sight before him. Tilting his head as if he were inspecting a work of art, he takes his index and middle finger to split your bathed folds, and more globs of his cum flood out. He hums with delight and scoops some of the white fluid with his fingers before bringing it up to your mouth. Receiving his offer without reflection, you eagerly stick your tongue out for him, and he gracefully makes you taste him.

"Come assaggio?" He asks with a simper, keeping intense eye contact with you. (How do I taste?)

Sucking his fingers as they leave your mouth, you swallow his release and smile. "Delicious."

Bruno laughs and smooches your cheek. Taking a piece of your hair, he rolls it thoughtfully before putting it back behind your ear and beaming at you with splendid satisfaction.

"Well, was I everything you imagined?" He asks you with the most gorgeous smile a man could have. "I know my dreams were a pale comparison to the real thing."

You turn bashful by Bruno's thoughtful words and teeter your own remarks.

"Y-yes. Possibly, more than I could have ever imagined, really."

Resting his forehead against yours, he pushes you down with his tall nose pressing past the side of your nose and into your cheek.

"Smettila di essere così adorabile. Otherwise, I'll have to ravage you again," he growls. (Stop being so adorable.)

A silent gasp escapes you. "What if I want that?"

A sardonic laugh blows out of his nose. "You don't know what you're asking for, dolcezza," he says, nuzzling your cheek with his.

"No, really," you back away and sit up on your knees to lean into him.

Bruno's expression turns serious with his features relaxed yet stern. "I said stop. Unless you want me fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk or sit down."

You gasp and relent, lying back down. Amused, he sighs a laugh and grabs your hand before kissing the palm of it.

"Let me get you something to clean you up, mio dolce." (My sweet.)

Kissing your temple, Bruno gets off the bed and goes into the bathroom to dampen a washcloth. You sit patiently for him until he comes walking back with zero shame for being in his birthday suit and still being rock-hard. Avoiding eye contact, you scoot over to the end of the bed. He offers you his hand and you take it to stand, but you can barely do so without your legs wobbling.

"Here," Bruno coos, seizing your arms and putting them around his skinny waist. "Reggimi." (Hold me.)

Doing as he says, you cling to him while he gently wipes you down. You're so much smaller than him that he has to bend quite a lot to reach the areas of your sensitive parts.

"Just a little longer, carina," he muses with a sweet, tender tone.

Finishing up by folding the washcloth to a clean side, he gives your swollen lips one last pat before standing up.

"You didn't have to, but thank you."

Carding a hand through your hair, he tosses the cloth in a hamper in the corner of the room.

"Of course, cara. I want to. You honored me with your body and I made a mess out of it, so it's only natural I clean my mess."

Your heart soars and that's when the heaviness of the situation dawns on you. Though you want to discuss what's going on, you'll leave it for tomorrow when your head is less fuzzy.

Bruno effortlessly scoops you up into his arms and lays you back onto the bed before sliding in next to you with the blankets being pulled over the two of you. Humming with contentment, he snuggles against your soft body as he silently remarks how your skin feels like silk chiffon.

"Bruno," you call out.

Those vivid sapphires gaze at you, and a thick eyebrow raises.

"Is your shower really broken?"

Staring at you, he cracks a huge, guilty smile.

"Bruno!" You admonish him, gently shoving him as he starts laughing. "Who's the dirty one now, huh? My very own Capo!"

"A man must do what he must," he hums, wrapping his arms around you. "Regardless of what position he's in."

Scoffing with a laugh, you look at him incredulously. "And what is it that a man must do?"

"To make the one he desires fall for him," he answers you, his gorgeous blue eyes sparkling like you're a jewel he's treasuring.

"I... I never knew you felt that way," you gulp. "I could have never imagined my Capo having those feelings for me."

Your tone saddens him and he sits up, his pecs on display as the blanket slithers down his sinewy abs.

"Amore," he starts, swallowing hard.

He sighs and looks away and it surprises you. Is he nervous?

"I have very strong feelings for you," he admits, taking your hand and sandwiching it between his. "If I didn't, I would have never done something so improper of a Capo."

Your heart nearly sinks at the word 'improper' and your expression falters, but he shakes his head.

"What I mean is, I never want to put you in a place where you felt overpowered by me because of my position. So, that's why I never pursued you," he says, rubbing your fingers with his bigger ones. "Do you understand now?" Bruno asks you beseechingly, his eyes scavenging your face for any answers.

You take his hand that's been fiddling with your own and you press it against your cheek, twinkling at him. "I do."

"Mia ragazza, you're sweeter than anything in this world," he coos lovingly before stealing a blazing kiss from you. (My girl.) "Ti amo," he says in a barely-there whisper across the swell of your lips, his glazed-over eyes peering down at you through long lashes. (I love you.)

The words spilled out of his mouth like honey and you're left speechless.

"I know it's sudden, but don't feel like you have to—"

"I love you, Bruno. I always have... and I think you've known that."

Chuckling against your lips, he smirks. "I did."

Bruno blends his luscious lips with yours, his tongue seeking your own to savor you. Shifting atop you, he lies between your legs with his neverending erection pressing into your inner thigh while controlling the assertive kiss. Bruno encapsulates you in his warmth as he's still completely stripped and completely clinging to you like glue. Moving his head to the side, he deepens the kiss even more and bathes your tongue with his in wet curls. You moan his name and he hums before peppering wet kisses down your neck. He takes one of your thighs and brings it up, fastening it to his waist before slowly grinding into the fresh moisture between your legs. It's intrinsic for him to automatically search for your heat, wanting to always be close to you. In the back of his mind, there's an annoying voice telling him to stop and let you rest, but he can't. Not when you've both confessed to one another after years of fluctuating between do and don't. It's now time Bruno cherishes you with his entire heart.

#bruno buccellati x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno buccellati #bruno bucciarati #jojo part 5 #jjba fanfic #jojo fanfic #jojo vento aureo #jjba x reader #jojo smut #ao3 works #smut fanfiction #this is a 2.0 version of my original on ao3 #jjba #jjba smut #my work

883 notes · View notes

itjazzbicch · 1 year

Text

Beautiful Liar

Pairing: Bruno Bucciarati x Fem Reader

Summary: Trying to deny her true feelings about Bucciarati, Bucciarati decides to call the reader on her bluff after she avoids everyone, especially him, after he becomes capo...

Warnings: Swearing, SMUT (18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI! oral f receiving, unprotected sex)

First time writing for JoJo's and Bucciarati, as he is my favorite JoJo's character! I hope I did well and you all enjoy!

Word Count: 2.1k

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF

I couldn’t stand getting all dolled up just to be somewhere I didn’t feel like being.

Of course, Bucciarati became Capo, our crew was celebrating and at least I had a nice view. Italy was such a beautiful place, night sky filled of stars, city lights in the distance from this rooftop bar.

Sitting alone at the bar, a glass of wine in hand, I let my mind wonder, gazing at the view till I heard a soft voice:

“What are you doing sitting all alone?”

Bucciarati.

“What? Am I bothering you?” Finding him in the corner of my eye, he was never a fan of my attitude, leaning against the bar:

“Can’t even have some fun, can you?”

It wasn’t that I didn’t like Bucciarati. It was because I liked him. I couldn’t open up and face my own feelings. Any word and tone towards him came out as envy. Thankfully, I did get some amusement from it.

“Can a ragazza just enjoy a glass of wine?” Taking a sip, it amazed me how he dealt with me, still being kind:

“Nothing wrong with that. I just don’t think it’s fair that everyone else is having fun and you’re all alone with that scowl on your face.”

“I am just fine,” I smiled sarcastically at him, but he was persistent that I get out of that seat:

“Don’t be like that. How about a dance?”

“I’m not a dancer,” I lied, turning my head, but still listening as he assumed:

“Let me guess, you’re in one of your moods because I’m officially capo.”

“Don’t make me laugh,” I snickered softly, still not looking at him, even when he said:

“It wouldn’t surprise me. You’ve always envied me and why, may I ask?”

“Envy you?” This time I made sure I locked eyes, his blue eyes glimmering with his smile:

“You heard me.”

“I could care less that you are capo, now,” I wasn’t letting him win this little argument, going to leave it at that, but seizing when I felt his arm wrap around my hip, getting close enough to whisper:

“Then what is it, amore?”

I was never the type to be left speechless, getting lost in a void, feeling his warmth against me, even stronger in his hand that was on my hip, his scent filling me with a lust I’ve never experienced.

“I see now,” He always took the opportunity to laugh at me when it was presented, knowing exactly how I was feeling, “You are the type to run away from the truth.”

“And just what is that truth, hm?” I couldn’t keep sitting there looking dumb, making the mistake of looking into those blue eyes that sent me deeper into that void:

“Isn’t it obvious? Besides, Mista have told me more times than I can count.”

“That damn asshole,” I growled silently under my breath, trying to contain composure, speaking up this time, “And you believe that childish man?”

“There you, go running from the truth again,” Laughing at me again, he started to test me himself, voice growing to a deep whisper into my ear, “It doesn’t matter anyways. I already know the truth, amore.”

The way he called me amore made my thighs squeeze together, the heat in my cheeks from my wine growing, naturally leaning into him.

He was almost hypnotic and it put me into a slight panic. Should I take the opportunity in this moment? Or do what exactly what he said, run from the truth?

“What do you know, Bucciarati?” I scoffed, something inside of me wouldn’t let him break me that easily, but I was pushed right to the edge.

“You are such a beautiful liar,” The tension just kept rising with every word he spoke, chills down my spine and that’s when something in me changed.

I was a mafioso! Some little crush wasn’t going to turn me into someone timid. Glancing to the guys, they were all distracted and so?

With a smack of my lips, I gulped down the rest of my wine, taking his hand and leaving my seat, guiding him to the elevator.

“Y/N?” Curious, but still following me, I let him know exactly what I was doing.

“You offered a dance. So,” I had the most confident smirk on my face that made his eyes light up while twirling into him inside of the elevator, making sure the door shut before I kissed, “Let’s dance.”

It became so clear how much tension the both of us had built up inside, shattering with the clash of our lips, every touch and move exceeding anything I ever fantasized about, pushing my chest against his, hand full of his suit jacket when his hand slid up my thigh, pulling our hips together to feel his hardening bulge.

Every time the elevator beeped, I grew more impatient, nearly dragging him out of the elevator when we finally got to the floor of my room.

I didn’t want to stop for a single second, tongues dancing all the way to the edge of my bed, ready to strip till he palmed my lower back, stroking my cheek:

“Slow down, amore. You’re so impatient.”

“Can you blame me?” I finally breathed in, breaking out in goosebumps at his fingertips sliding the strap of my dress off my shoulder:

“I understand, but there’s no need to move so quickly. Your capo just wants the time to adore you beauty.”

“Sí, capo,” I hummed softly at the kiss he left along my neck, unzipping my dress, eyes falling down to the floor with it, taking his good time to see me in just my heels and panties.

For a change, I followed his lead, moonlight peaking through the windows illuminating those gorgeous blue eyes when he took me by the chin, a kiss guiding me back onto the bed.

My heart was beating like normal, but so hard against my chest with his hand sliding down my neck and all over my breasts, nearly moaning already at his fingers rolling my nipple, licking along my ear:

“With all of this beauty, I’m taking my time.”

His words surely tamed my impatience. Just that alone prepared me to be in bed with him for some time.

Closing my eyes softly and submerging into a new world, letting out the soft moans that were building up as his kisses lead down my neck, finding my breasts and making sure to give each their fair share of attention, from soft bites to hard sucks on my nipples that made me squirm a little.

Every nerve was tingling more and more the further down he went, lace panties between his teeth and yanking them away, eyes locked on his physique as his suit jacket was thrown off, spreading my legs wide and upward, watching his tongue slide across his upper lip:

“I want to savor every single taste. Maybe this will take all that bad, sassy mood away.”

“B-Bruno,” One single, broad lick along my clit had me whining, swirling around it having my legs shake, throwing my head back into the pillows when he started sucking.

He formed a tighter grip on my thighs as I began to shake more, taking handfuls of the sheets at a swift lick downward, tongue pushing in and flicking at my walls, then taking me with a mouthful, the pressure at my clit making my legs fight his grip, starting to close his head in.

“R-Right there!” I let my body do as it wanted, beginning to grind against his face, arching at the groan that came from deep in his chest, whining as his strength pushed my legs back down to the mattress, keeping them pinned as he simply devoured me.

Needing no words, only staring throwing his bangs, knowing the blissful state I was in, making sure that I didn’t have even a second to catch a breath, instantly having me come undone, a smile visible even while buried between my legs, mouth wide open against me and licking up the slick from my orgasm.

“See all the good things you can get when your patient, hm?”

Of course, he had to take the time to poke at me, leaving a few kisses along my thighs, but my eyes were focused on what I couldn’t see, only seeing his hands go below his waist.

“Gonna make me wait more?” Not that I was even worried, taking deep breaths and silencing as he kneeled onto the bed, me being the one to admire his body.

Those sexy tattoos, abs so tone and defined, not to mention the impressiveness of his cock, all of the air I took in taken away from it.

“Why do you ask? Is there something else you want?”

I really wasn’t in the mood for the teasing now, especially with him between my legs, slapping his cock against my skin softly.

“You know exactly what I want,” My eyes shot off an intense glare, but I wasn’t getting what I wanted so easily.

“Oh, that?” He smirked, running his tip through my folds, slapping my clit and having my lip trapped between my teeth, “Is that what you want, amore?”

“Don’t be like that, Bruno,” I pouted, closing my eyes and taking in the pleasure that it did give off, hiding the moans from his tip circling my entrance, rubbing my folds softly.

“I Can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me,” I could feel his smile again as he placed kisses at my neck and cheek, finally giving him what he wanted, voice so sweet as I told him:

“I want you, Bruno. I want you inside of me already. Please.”

“Good girl,” Nibbling on my ear and easing his cock into me at the same time made me gasp so hard, his girth a lot to take, walls spasming around him already.

“Merda!” Biting my lip again, I looked to see that I haven’t even taken half of him, soft thrusts helping me adjust.

“Shh, I have you,” I loved that he knew how to tend to me so well, guiding my arms around his neck, a hand running through his hair, whispering to him:

“I just never had someone like you.”

“And you’ll never have someone like me again,” His confidence wasn’t just for show, hooking my legs over the button of his inner elbows, pushing forward and with a quick thrust, feeding me all of his cock.

I never moaned in such a filthy way, panting at the quick thrusts he gave, hearing our wet skin every other thrust as he bottomed me out.

Those moans only grew more filthy and loud, pushing forward so our foreheads could meet, nose nuzzling so I could hear his coo:

“Only your capo.”

“Only you, Bruno!” All the mental blocks I had built were broken down to crumbles, finally letting go of every thought I’ve ever had about him, “I only want you, capo!”

“I always knew,” He chuckled softly, lifting his head some and somehow, I knew to find his eyes, teary from the searing burn of pleasure, but held our gaze, “Gonna let me feel you cuming all over me, amore?”

“Y-Yess!” I cried out, head suddenly snapping back, walls pulling him even deeper any time he pulled back a little, a ram of his hips smacking right into my sweet spot, keeping pressure against my clit and cervix, “I’m cuming!”

His forehead fell to mine with a groan rumbling in his chest, thrusts not stopping, but a bit languid as we both felt the death grip I had on his cock, entire body squirming, nails scratching at his back as my hips jerked upward, feeling the squelch of slick making a mess all over our thighs.

“Brava, ragazza,” He mumbled with a soft smile, kissing along with rolls of his hips, “So tight and wet, all for me.”

“You’re just so damn good,” I huffed, hugging his head and moaning at the throbs of his cock, damning him, “Cazzo, Bruno.”

He could only chuckle at that, releasing my legs and pulling me into a warm embrace, “See what you could’ve had sooner if you weren’t such a liar?”

“The beautiful liar that you mentioned earlier?” I shot back, meeting his gaze to see a pure smile this time, shining my own confidence, “There will be no lying about how I feel. You’re mine, capo.”

His smile showed that he proud that I finally owned up to my feelings, being my confident self again, even if I still had some sass, kissing softly, “Now that’s my, ragazza.”

480 notes · View notes

miikaluv · 4 months

Text

ੈ✩ bruno thoughts that nobody asked for ¡! ❞

gender neutral, these are just hcs that have def been put out there before but i just have some things to say

suggestive! not smut but proceed w caution??

a/n: when im writing this its legit 5am and the birds are chirping but my bucciarati thoughts wait for no man

maybe this goes without saying but in comparison to the rest of the bucci gang i just knooow hes such a romantic lover (caesar style)

this man is HANDSY. hands are always on you when you’re around each other, not even necessarily sexual, he just loves to feel the warmth of your skin under his palms!

and even when it is sexual, his hands are never leaving you- i’m imagining like running all over your torso type situation like they are always moving (god i love him)

he just wants to feel you close!! understandable

idk if this is a popular opinion in the jojos fandom but i feel like he would be possessive too like not in a toxic way just

like he is prooooud of his s/o and he wants the whole fucking world to know it but if ANYONE tries ANYTHING my man yelling sticky fingers he don’t play

(my man like 😭😭💕)

he looooves when you run your fingers through his hair

that man has a well maintained haircut (ik y’all seeing the fuck ass bob) and so naturally he loves getting it done- even just dragging your fingers through the strands of his hair likeee ik hes eating that up

he def does not mind you taking the lead, and i just know he’s into ts

i feel like hes super into a dominant s/o like this man just wants you to feel good, but when you take control, even in everyday life i just know he loves it

even if a more shy s/o occasionally showed a bit of sass likeeeee

i feel like he’s totally down for polyamory likeeee idk

i reckon he’d be fine with just one s/o, but he’d also def be down for polyamory, or even just a non-monogamous sexual relationship & he has def experimented with it in the past

hes def bringing a certain long-haired someone in (if you’re comfortable w that ofc)

this my man just has so much love to give!

definitely big on eye contact

idgaf he’s flirty as FUCK like the eye contact goes crazy w him, and he’s gonna be noticing every little detail of the way your eyes flick over his face when he’s close to you

loves to see you shy away and blush but will also find it sooo attractive when you hold your ground and stare right back

a/n: for some reason this post keeps glitching so if u see any duplicate paragraphs ignore it 😭😭🙏

#i just know ts has his feet KICKING #bruno bucciarati #bucciarati headcannons #bruno jjba #jjba golden wind #jojos bizarre adventure #jojos #bucci gang #bruno buccellati #bruno x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno bucciarati smut #jjba smut #jjba headcanons #bruabba truthers know #i want abbacchio too btw like so bad #bruabba x reader #golden wind smut #miikaluv

124 notes · View notes

jesi555 · 8 months

Text

so my plans for kinktober are really half assed cuz I HAVE EXAMS ew.

but heres a poll for what i should post for the 4 weeks of october (yes only 4 fics sadly but issok.) out of these options; i will make a fic for the top 4 !!

73 notes · View notes

anemptypuddingcup · 5 months

Text

Don’t hide it.

Bruno Bucciarati x Female Reader.

Smut short.

Contains: Bear w me I’m only on episode 14 of part 5. Self-insert but still referred as Reader. Confessing feelings trope somewhat. Bruno & Reader speaking Italian. (From google translate ofc- not the most accurate but…yeah) Oral (Reader receiving). Doggy style. There’s a bit of groping and body praise in this. Really just focusing on Reader’s pleasure. I’m having Bruno brain rot okay?-, this may be the only time i’m pulling out of one piece-

You liked Bruno.

Well- not necessarily liked him…but that’s the best way to put it. You couldn’t help it but to feel this way about him, he was just so beautiful to you. Even if he was a mafioso, that didn’t bother you and it didn’t stop you from holding these feelings deep inside.

Though there wasn’t anything you could do about it, you had to keep them hidden from him as to not disrupt him and his work. It may have sounded stupid…but that was the best excuse to not confess your feelings to him.

Though Bruno began to catch on to you and your feelings. The way you acted every time he was around your body gave him a good idea on how you’ve felt about him. Even if he was a busy man, you were a reason for him to stop and take a nice break from all the bullshit and such.

A simple walk and talk didn’t bother anyone. You were surprised when he finally came up to you and spoke.

With his hands reaching out to your rosy cheeks, you couldn’t help but to freeze at the sudden gesture. His fingers traced your jawline and you couldn’t help but tremble at his touch. You nearly reached your hand up to grab his but you held yourself back.

“Ah, mio caro. my dear Is everything alright? You look like as if you’re catching a fever…” His soft hands cup your face while he stares down into your eyes. His sapphire eyes sparkled like no other, brighter than any diamond or gem in the world. You couldn’t help but to fold at his touch, his soft and large hands cradles your cheeks with care. “Bruno…” You whisper out his name softly, your face beet red and burning hot against his hands.

Bruno chuckles as he pulls away, walking away from you and making your face droop into a pout. A hand grasping yours catches your attention and you look up at Bruno who was urging you to follow him. “Follow me mio caro. There’s obviously something you’re hiding and I’m going to pry it out of you.” He says firmly, pulling you along while you both walked over to a wall.

Summoning his stand Sticky Fingers, he unzips a zipper that was plastered onto the wall and pulls you though the portal.

Stepping through the portal, your feet land onto floorboards. Looking around, you realize that you’re in Bruno’s home, not too fancy yet not too plain. He pulls your arm and you continue to follow, walking through the kitchen and down the hallway into his bedroom.

“Bruno- Where’re we going?” You asked him, quirking a brow as you looked around his home. “To my room of course, tesoro amore. darling love” He hummed, stopping at his bedroom door and twisting the knob. He opens the door and your both met with a beautiful queen-sized bed that was neatly made. “Come mio caro.” Bruno says sweetly, guiding you over to his bed.

You were close to being frozen like a statue, why did he bring you into his home or his room for that matter? Apart from that, it’s smelled so wonderful. His strong scent made the sticky arousal pool between your legs, making you shudder while a few heavy breaths left your lips. “Proprio qui, tesoro. right here honey Lay back on my bed.” He says to you softly, looking into your pretty eyes. You obey and slowly set yourself onto the soft bedding and Bruno releases your hand. Crouching on his knees, he places his hands to your inner thighs and pushes you back, making you yelp out in nervousness.

“B-Bruno!” You yelled, a bit startled as you pressed your hand to his temple. He smirks to you and lifts your skirt, his eyes peering down at your cute panties. “Rilassati mio caro, relax my dear didn’t I say I was going to pry the feelings out of you?” Bruno chuckles, tracing a finger along your soaking heat. You mewl out as you felt him run his fingers along your slit, occasionally teasing your clit in the process. You mewl out softly, trying to close your thighs to prevent him from going any further.

Though you couldn’t deny that you loved getting this type of attention.

Pressing his hands against your thighs, he keeps them spread open while he moves his face in between your thighs. He presses a smooch against your clothed clit before suckling, moaning at your sweet flavor. “Oh god amore mio~ my love You taste so divine, let me pull these off for you~” He mewls out, releasing his grip on your thighs before pulling your pretty panties off.

He moans out as he sees a string of slick disconnecting from your sticky cunt, admiring how soaking you were for him. “Mio mio, my my such a beautiful pussy you have amore mio~ Per favore fatemelo assaggiare~ Please let me taste it” He mewls out, pressing a smooch to your clit before sliding his tongue along your folds. You gasp out as he held on to your thighs, slurping and lapping up your juices while your toes began to curl within your loafers.

“S-So good~ That feels nice Bruno~” You moan out, shaking as you pressed your hand to his pretty yet soft strands. Bruno gasps out from your flavor, his thumb moving up to rub and circle your clit while he slowly slid his tongue past your entrance. Your thighs squeeze softly around his head and he huffs out, his tongue massaging your walls yet hitting the sweetest spots deep inside of you,

You gasp out as you felt his tongue graze your g-spot and Bruno chuckles lightly before pinching your clit. You gasp out out and look down at Bruno, his indigo eyes staring up into yours. “Well amore mio? How does this feel?~” He asks, pulling back and pressing smooches against your pussy. “I-It feels so good Bruno~ Cosí bueno~ so good” You mewl out to him, your face hot and dusted with blush. Bruno’s brows raise and he hums out before continuing, playing with your pretty pussy.

You begin to wiggle your hips, mewling out as he pleasured your pussy with his tongue. You grew more vocal as you watched Bruno slurp and suckle at your pussy, his groans growing louder as he grew addicted to your taste. You feel him pull your hips closer into his lips, his fingers scratching against your hips as he slurped up your juices.

“Ah!~ Ah Bruno!~ I-I’m close Bruno!~” You gasp out, throwing your head back as he practically fucked you with his tongue. He groans out and pulls back from your push once more, looking up into your eyes full of lust. “Mmh cum for me baby, vieni per me, tesoro!~ come for me, darling!” Bruno hums out, pressing his lips back against your pussy. “I-I’m going to!~ Oh god I’m going to!~” You gasp out, your loafers slipping off of your feet as you lift your legs a bit higher.

Bruno keeps your legs up, keeping them bent back while he begin to slurp at your pussy aggressively. “Ah! M-M’gonna cum!~ Oh god Bruno!~” You gasp out and arch your back as you cream around his tongue, your body shaking heavily as you came. Bruno hums out as he tasted your sweet essence, his chin and such already covered in your slick while your cum coated his tongue.

Bruno pulls back and breathes heavily, a string of slick tearing from your pussy and his lips. “Così gustoso, so tasty your taste is so divine sweetheart.” He gasps out, getting up off of his knees and trailing his tongue along his lips. He wipes your slick from his chin onto his sleeve, staring down at your precious yet weakened body. He presses his hands to either side of you, looking down into your eyes with a sweet smile.

“Bontà tesoro~ goodness darling Look at how hard you’ve made me…My cock yearns for you and your wonderful pussy~” Bruno hums out, staring down at the bulge prodding within his pants. You slowly sit up and Bruno helps you by pulling your body farther into the bed and flipping you over. “Sit up my dear, on all fours please.” Bruno says, placing his hands to your hips. You obey and lift your ass up into the air, arching your back while you started into his eyes.

Bruno unbuttons his pants and pulls them down halfway, his cock slowly popping out and hitting up against his jacket. You hum out as you stared at his length, a little blush dusting your cheeks as you gave him a lustful stare. He unbuttons his jacket shortly afterward, revealing his pretty chest and his tummy to you.

Bruno grabs your hand and placed it softly against his chest, sliding it along his skin. “Ti piace quello che vedi? Do you like what you see?” He asks, tilting his head while his strands followed. “Si, si lo faccio~ yes, yes I do.” You mewl out, feeling along his skin while your body trembles from how hot his skin was. Bruno moves in closer to you, pressing his lips against the skin of your shoulder while he began to touch and feel along your skin.

“Ahh~ B-Bruno~”

“Così bello~ so beautiful Your body is so soft…so wonderful~”

You feel Bruno move his hands along your skin, tracing your body and running against your curves. You gasp out and jolt as you feel his hands slide under your sweater and reach to your breasts, grasping and massaging them softly and admiring how beautiful they were. You moan out softly and wiggle your hips against his, pressing your ass up against his length.

“Bruno…” You call out to him, giving him a little pout as you stared into his eyes. Bruno smirks and and moves in close to your face, staring into your eyes. “Cosa c'è, mio caro?~ what is it my dear? Are you ready for me?~” He asks you, chuckling as he moves his hands from your breasts and runs them along your ass. You mewl out and nod your head, laying your head up against his soft pillow and inhaling his scent.

“Alright amore mio, I’ll take it slow for you my love~” He whispers to you, standing up onto his knees. He drools out a glob of spit out onto your ass, the feeling of it running down your slit and along your pussy making you shiver. He slides his tip along your slit, sighing out before he presses it against your entrance. “Please tell me if it hurts, okay mio caro? I want you to feel wonderful pleasure…not pain.” He tells you, his hair swishing as he moves his head towards yours.

“I will Bruno…” You whisper to him, hugging his pillow tight against your face.

He slowly pushes in past your entrance, a little gasp leaving his lips as his brows begin to furl. Your cunt sucks him in hungrily, and he groans out shakily while you moan out from the slightly painful stretch. “B-Bruno~” You whine out, your body trembling as he took it slow. “Relax honey, you’re almost at the base of my cock~” Bruno huffs out, holding on to your hips as he slowly thrusts into you. You feel his cock kissing your cervix as he stuffs the rest of his length deep inside of your pussy.

A heavy gasp leaves your lips as you felt so full from his length. “Mmh~ La tua figa è così divina. your pussy is so divine. It’s so warm and tight around my cock~” He hums out to you, pressing smooches against your upper back. You gasp out shakily as he waited for you to adjust to his length. You could feel him pulsating deep within your walls, his warmth inside of yours already making you melt.

He finally begins to move his hips, thrusting into your pussy slowly yet deep. You moan out as you listened to the sound of his gasps and the sound of his hips slapping against your ass. His cock felt so good, thrusting and hitting the sweetest spots deep inside of your pussy. It was starting to get more challenging to contain your moans.

“Hah~ Mmgh!~ B-Bruno!~” You moan out Bruno’s as he pumps his cock into you a bit faster. Heavy breaths leaves his lips as he pulled your hips farther back onto his, fucking into you a bit deeper as he huffs out.

“Dimmi che ti piace, mia cara~ tell me you like it my dear I want to hear you moan out about how good my cock feels inside of you~” Bruno whispers to you, heavy breaths falling onto your ear while your pussy massages his cock so wonderfully. “Lo adoro, lo adoro così tanto~ I love it, I love it so much I-It feels so good!~” You mewl shakily and hug your pillow a bit tighter, moaning your lungs out while his cock repeatedly kisses your cervix.

Bruno chuckles and lies you down against the mattress, wanting you to relax your legs while he fucked you. He fucks you into the mattress, biting his bottom lip tight as your pussy tightens around his length. You gasp out as your eyes begin to roll up, a whine leaving you as you felt him wrap his strong arms around your body. “B-Bruno!~ H-Harder Bruno!~” You moan out, your toes curling while you held in tight to his pillow.

Bruno smiles and obeys, fucking your pussy like a wild animal while sloppy sounds begins to echo throughout his bedroom. His bed begins rock from the harshness of his thrusts, with the headboard repeatedly hitting the wall. “Ah~ Mio caro~ I-I’m close~ Can you feel me twitching inside of your pussy?” Bruno moans out, burying his face between the soft skin of your neck. Your brows furrowed as you gasp out, gripping the pillowcase tight as you felt yourself yearning to cum on on his cock.

“B-Bruno!~ I-I’m gonna cum! M’so close!~” You whine out, looking back to him with a pleasureful face. Bruno presses a smooch to your cheek and gasps out, his hands groping your breasts once again while he continues to fuck you. “Cum on my cock amore mio~” He whispers to you, chuckling before letting out a sharp gasp.

You huff out as you felt Bruno fuck you just a tad bit harder, your moans growing louder as you felt yourself so close on the edge. Bruno pinches your nipples a bit, throwing you over the edge and making you gasp out. “Cum mio caro, cum for me~” Bruno growls, making you shudder a bit. You whimper out before nodding, your toes curling while your legs begin to shudder.

“Yes! Y-Yes Bruno!~ Oh god! M-M’cumming!~” You moan out loudly as you clench tight around Bruno’s length, creaming around his cock before breathing out heavily. Bruno gives your push a few more thrusts before he begins to huff heavily, humping into your cunt and chasing after his high.

“Fuck F-Fuck! I’m coming my dear!~” Bruno gasps out, pulling out of your pussy before he shoots cum out onto your back. His hot seed burns your skin a bit and you moan out shakily beneath him. He moves his hands from your breasts and rubs your back softly, soothing you while you recovered from your from your orgasm.

Soft meals leaves your lips as he rubs your back, pressing soft smooches against your skin and down your back. “So pretty~ Così bello mio cara~ so beautiful my dear.” Bruno hums, continuously pressing smooches against your skin.

“Bruno…Ti amo I love you Bruno…” You hun out to him, looking back at him with soft eyes. Bruno smiles and presses a smooch to your lips followed by your cheek and jawline. “Ti amo anch'io mia cara. I love you too my dear.” He whisper to you before going back to pressing kisses against your skin.

#puddingcupimagines #dividers -> cafekitsune #this ain’t one piece #jojos bizarre adventure #jojos bizzare adventure golden wind #golden wind #golden wind smut #bruno bucciarati #bruno bucciarati smut #bruno buccellati smut

44 notes · View notes