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mila-uchiha · 2 years

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Hiii love your blog💗can I request Bruno with a s/o who once worked in a brothel and feels she’s too filthy for him?? NSFW can be added too:)

You're Beautiful ☾ Bucciarati x Fem!Reader

a/n: writing for my love bruno again<3 enjoy peeps

warnings: NSFW (minors DNI), swearing, praise kink, oral fem receiving, pet names, squirting, just a lotta sensual smut w ma boy

word count: 1.8k

Everything in the past two weeks had led up to this moment now.

Bruno had finally invited you to stay the night at his after you two met while he was on a mission for Passione. From then on, he showed interest in you and would invite you out on dates at expensive, world class restaurants, treating you in ways that made you fall for him despite the limited time you spent together and limited physical contact. He had only kissed you once and even that was enough. He was a gentleman, after all.

Bruno was perfect. Everything you had hoped for in a guy, but it was nerve wrecking, knowing that you held onto a secret that could change the way he viewed you.

Tonight was the first time you had visited his lavish penthouse, which soothed your nerves since you realized he wouldn't have invited you to sleep over if he didn't care, but as you stared at yourself in the mirror while in the elevator of his apartment building, you prepared for the worst.

"Amore, welcome." You were greeted by Bruno along with a soft kiss on your cheek, making you blush. As he showed you around and offered to take your bags, you felt your nerves rising.

Bruno, however, was very good at distracting you. He insisted that he cooked dinner and the next two hours consisted of you laughing at his clumsiness in the kitchen as well as the romantic candle lit dinner on his balcony looking over the city.

Everything felt perfect until you once again remembered that you had to tell him. You had to, but every time it was brought up, your mind immediately dismissed it.

After dinner and a few drinks later, Bruno escorted you to his bedroom, resting you down on his bed while he went to change and insisting that you did the same. So you did. You put on a sexy, lavender set of lingerie, expecting him to admire and not touch, however you didn't realize the kind of night he had in store for you.

"Wow," he blushed as he walked out of his bathroom wearing nothing but grey sweatpants. "So that's how tonight's gonna go, huh?" He chuckled.

You played dumb, putting on your best set of doe eyes while he walked over to you as you sat on the edge of his bed. His hand met your cheek, caressing it as you two held eye contact.

"I'm sorry, should I change?" You asked, wondering if you had maybe over done it on the outfit while your nerves began kicking in once more. Bruno leant down slowly, resting his lips on the lobe of your ear,

"Well, you can change if you want but either way, whatever you're wearing is coming off tonight," he grinned.

This made your heart rate sky rocket as your mind remembered that you had to tell him.

"Bruno I-"

He cut you off with a kiss. A slow, sensual kiss that left you wanting more. A kiss that made your worries go away. He picked you up from the foot of his bed and rested you down gently, leaving your head to sit perfectly on his satin pillows.

He climbed on top of you and in between your legs, leaving a space between your bodies, before kissing you again but this time, longer. This time consuming kiss made your thoughts run wild as the same issue was brought up again in your mind, causing you to push him away. He could tell something was wrong.

"Y/n, are you okay?" He pried. You struggled to look directly at him.

"Bruno.." You took a deep breath. "Bruno, I have to tell you something."

He looked at you with sincerity as he tried to ease your nerves,

"What is it amore?" He seemed confused. "Do you not want to do this? Are you a virgin? Trust me I've heard it all."

"Bruno, no I-" Another deep breath. "I don't think you're gonna like what I tell you." Tears began filling your eyes as his hand met your chin, lifting your head up.

"Hey, hey it's okay, talk to me"

"Bruno I-" He smiled at you, calming your nerves and making you feel safe. "I used.. to work.. in a brothel." A huge weight was lifted off your shoulders.

"I'm sorry if you look at me differently. If you want me to leave I understand. Most guys wouldn't want someone as filthy as me," you frowned visibly.

Moments passed in silence as Bruno stared at you until finally breaking that silence,

"Y/n..." Here we go, the worst was about the come.

"You think I'd care about that?" Or maybe not. You were shocked by his response as you finally gained the courage to maintain eye contact with him while he continued,

"It doesn't matter what you did in the past. I'm here with you, right now, and that's all that matters." An even larger weight was lifted off your shoulders.

"But-" You struggled to form a sentence. "But why would you want to be with someone like me? I'm filth-" He cut you off again,

"Don't ever use that fucking word to describe yourself. You're beautiful." This time, it was you, rushing in to kiss him as you felt pure bliss. As you broke away from his soft lips you spoke once more,

"You're the only guy that has ever accepted that part of me."

"Well you've been with some idiots before, then." His eyes trailed down to your lavender lingerie. "C'mon baby, take this off." He tugged at the fabric. "Let me see your body so I can show you how beautiful you are."

And so you took it off, lifting off the dress to expose your bare breasts and a matching lace pantie while your hands immediately covered yourself because for some reason, you felt shy in front of him. You had been so used to being touched and used in the past, but being around Bruno was different. It granted you this new timidity that you never experienced before.

As he realized that you were trying to cover yourself up with your hands, he immediately grabbed your wrists, pinning your hands to the side of your head.

"No, y/n, I told you I was going to show you how beautiful you are. Why won't you let me?" He asked. You shrugged,

"I don't know, I just get nervous. I don't want you to think I'm all... used up and filth-"

"Amore, what did I say about using that word?" He demanded.

"I'm sorry Bruno.. Go ahead."

"Good girl." And with that, he began kissing at your neck, your collarbone, your chest, until his mouth met your right nipple, kissing gently while making eye contact.

"So-" He kissed your nipple. "Fucking-" Another kiss. "Beautiful-" A final kiss, before his tongue began circling around it, causing you to release a few moans which caught his attention.

"Ohhh baby, even your moans are beautiful," he added as he was now face to face with you again. "I'm gonna make you moan whole night so I can hear your pretty voice." His hand caressed your cheek as his lips met yours again kissing gently before pulling away,

"Amore, will you let me kiss you everywhere?" He asked in a demanding yet soft voice. You nodded which caused him to grin as he began placing more kisses on your collarbone and chest, but he didn't stop there. His kisses trailed lower and lower until his lips had reached your pantie.

"You're so cute, wearing such sexy underwear for me." He let his thumb rest directly onto your clit through the lace which caused you to let out a louder moan.

"Fuck, yes. Such pretty moans." He let his thumb trail gently around your clit through the fabric as he listened to your soft moans continue. It was ecstasy for him, but he couldn't wait any longer.

He slowly pulled down your pantie, leaving you completely naked on his bed as he was now face to face with your opening, watching it in awe.

"Fuck, even your cunt is beautiful."

Without warning, he began placing soft kisses on your clit, relishing in your taste and causing your moans to get louder and louder, from his kisses alone as your body jerked.

"Look at you squirming under my touch. Stay still for me amore, I'm trying to taste you properly." You nodded, obeying his wishes as his hands held your hips down. His kisses stopped and his tongue was now gently flicking your clit left to right, causing you to scream out his name,

"Fuck! Bru-no"

The pace of his tongue increased as he then inserted two fingers, hitting your spot perfectly as if his hands were made for you. He lifted up for a second as the thumb of his free hand was now flicking your clit,

"Yes baby, continue moaning. I'm only gonna let you cum if I can hear you moan loud okay?"

You nodded. At this point you'd do anything for him. His tongue met your clit once again as his pace increased, his fingers pumping in and out of you and you obeyed his wishes again, moaning his name constantly so he could hear.

He began getting sloppy, literally eating your cunt as if it was the best thing he had ever put in his mouth and within seconds, you were nearing your orgasm. That familiar feeling was approaching and you were moaning more than you ever had,

"Fuck- Bruno... m gonna cum Bruno 'm gonna cum" and with that, you came undone in front of him, moaning heavily and deeply while you squirted all over him. And he let you. He let you squirt all over his sheets, all over his face, in his mouth, and he was enjoying every single second of it.

As he helped you ride out your orgasm, kissing your clit softly at the end, he finally lifted up and took his fingers out of you, putting them in his mouth and sucking them so he could taste you once again.

"Fuck, y/n, you taste amazing."

You chuckled, out of breath, and finally spoke after you tried to compose yourself,

"Fuck. I just squirted. I haven't done that in a while, Bruno."

He grinned, "Really? Well have you forgotten you're sleeping here?" He lifted himself up to meet you face to face as he allowed his bulging crotch to rest onto your bare pussy, rocking his hips gently.

"That isn't the last time you're squirting tonight," he spoke. His lips met yours in a passionate kiss and he began grinding his hips as his hands caressed your tits.

"Get ready amore, I'm gonna show you how beautiful you are tonight in many different ways."

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bloodyknucklesandbleedinghearts · 2 years

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Warmer

Warnings: stalking, kidnapping, noncon touching/groping, detailed sexual assault, implied noncon, Melone being creepy, Melone is a warning of his own tbh

“Fuck, what time is it?” I groaned, throwing an arm over my face to block out the sun that always managed to find its way over my curtains and into my room.

“And why’s it so cold?” I shivered, using my other hand to feel around for my blankets to pull them further up.

I always went to sleep with two blankets, but this morning I only felt one as I pulled it up to my neck and turned over.

Waking up with one blanket was not unusual with my tendency to move around in my sleep, but the smell of sweat and something earthy coming from my blanket was.

Come to think of it, my mattress felt off too… it didn’t feel soft and comforting, instead it felt like I was sleeping on cold, hard concrete with nothing but a thin layer of spongy foam under me.

Suddenly very awake, I shot up and looked around.

This was not my home….

This was not my room….

Who were these men on the floor?

Where was I?

Instead of walls with warm grey paint, the walls were concrete with chips and cracks scattered here and there.

Instead of a clean, wooden door, there was a dirty metal door leading into the room.

Instead of windows with curtains, there were windows with bars.

Instead of a bed with a soft mattress under me, and three warm blankets on top of me, I was on top of a shitty little mattress on the concrete, covered by a thin blanket with the same kind of stains as the mattress.

Instead of a mirror facing the bed with a dresser under it, there was a mirror that was built into the wall facing the ratty, stained mattress.

Thoroughly disgusted by the realisation that I had practically cuddled into unknown stains, I threw the blanket off of me and stood up, trying to figure out the best course of action.

I wasn’t sure if waking up any of the men would work, so I started towards the door, wondering if it might be unlocked.

I placed my hand on the handle and pushed, then pulled.

Neither worked.

“Y-Y/N?” A groggy voice asked.

“…hello?” I looked around the room.

A couple of the men were starting to stir, one of them was already sitting up. He seemed to be taking in the surroundings as well.

The man had black hair in a neat, black bob, and a hard expression on his face.

He seemed intimidating.

“Y/N… how did you get here?”

I turned around, noticing for the first time that there was another person in the room sitting up.

“Uh- Giorno?!” I walked over to him, crouching down in front of him.

“Hey….” Giorno smiled weakly.

“Giorno, who’s that?” A guy with a hat asked defensively, sitting up as well.

“She’s-” Giorno started, but the man cut him off.

“Get away from her! She must be an enemy!” He reached down, feeling along the top of his pants. “Where’s my gun?!”

“Why would they leave you your gun?” I shook my head.

“Mista, stand down.” The man with the black bob called. “Giorno seems to know her, I don’t think she’s an enemy. Besides, she’s in the same room we are, why would she be in here if she wasn’t in the same situation?”

“This is Y/N… we’ve been friends for a few years now.” Giorno explained. “Y/N, these are my… coworkers, Mista and Bucciarati.”

“It’s nice to meet you, though I wish the circumstances were better.” I smiled softly, reaching my hand out to the black-haired man.

“I agree.” He chuckled softly. “I’m Bruno Bucciarati.”

“Oh, you’re the Capo he talked abo- oh fuck.” I grit my teeth. “I am an idiot.”

“What?” Bucciarati asked, confused at my sudden change.

“This must be Prosciutto’s doing. I knew he looked out of place!”

“Prosciutto? Isn’t he from the hitman squad?” Mista spoke up.

“He bumped into me on the street and, out of instinct, I apologised immediately, though it was his fault. He apologised right after, and he told me not to worry about it. He introduced himself; I introduced myself; he asked me to grab coffee; I said no; we went our separate ways. After that I saw him a couple other times on the street, but I didn’t really think anything of it… god damn it.” I stood up, walking to the nearest wall and throwing a punch at full force. “Damn it!”

“What’s going on?” A man with white hair asked, standing up quickly.

“I’m going to kill him. If I see him again, I’m gonna rip his goddamn throat out with my TEETH.” I punched the wall again.

“Who are you?” He looked at me.

“Y/N, stop, you’re bleeding.” Giorno got up and grabbed my hand.

“We have more important matters, in case you haven’t noticed.” I hissed.

“Exactly, so stop getting worked up about something that you can’t do anything about now.”

“Fuck you and your emotional magic.” I panted. “Fine. What’s the move? What’re we gonna do?”

Before anybody could answer, the door creaked open, and two men entered.

One had purple hair and a sort of mask over his eyes, though there was a hole over the right one. His outfit was strange, except for the gloves it was all one piece, but the part over his torso was like a jacket, though most of the right side was missing. All of it was leather, and very form-fitting.

The man next to him was very recognisable. Blonde hair, expensive suit; this was the one who had brought us here, this was-

“Prosciutto! You bastard!” I yelled, starting towards him angrily.

“Y/N, that’s a bad idea.” Giorno held me back, struggling to keep me in place.

“I am going to KILL YOU!” I spat.

“She’s a lively one, that’s for sure.” The man in the eccentric outfit smirked.

“Don’t get too comfy there, you’re not fucking safe!”

“Are you planning to use her for anything?” He asked.

“No. I took her for two reasons. One, because she knew too much, since she was always around with that kid.” Prosciutto pointed at Giorno. “When I found out that he was the newbie, I figured I should take the girl too, just in case.”

“And the other?”

“The other reason is that I took a bit of an interest in her. She had good manners, and the way I saw her interact with others was quite nice, I never witnessed her being unkind. So gentle, so sweet… so cute.”

“Would you mind if I… got to know her a bit?”

“As long as you don’t break her, I don’t mind.” Prosciutto shrugged, walking to the door. “You can stay if you want, Melone, but I have better things to do than sit around and stare at prisoners.”

Giorno let me go as Prosciutto walked out.

“Melone?” I whispered to myself.

“Did you say something?” He was suddenly next to me.

“Damn, you’re fast.” I flinched. He chuckled at me.

“You’re Y/N, right? I must say, you’re prettier in person.” Melone murmured, practically drooling as he looked me up and down, his gaze lingering on my legs. “I thought you looked good in the photos, but they don’t even come close to the real thing.”

“Gross….” I stepped back as Melone tried to caress my cheek with the back of his hand.

“So beautiful,” Melone let out a shaky sigh as I glared at him, “oh, you’re perfect.”

“Your buddy left you alone in a room full of stand users, you really think you can win?” Mista scoffed, interrupting the creepy interaction.

“He wouldn’t have done that if they didn’t have a plan.” Bucciarati warned him.

“It’s just him, no matter what the plan is we could beat him.” The white-haired man spoke.

“Abacchio,” Bucciarati stopped him, “that’s probably what they’re betting on us thinking.”

“That’s stupid! They can’t guess what we’re thinking!” A boy with black hair frowned angrily. “Can they, Fugo?”

“Not exactly, but they definitely have something up their sleeve if he’s completely fine being in here with us.” A man with blonde hair stood next to the boy.

“Guys… why won’t my stand come out?” Mista panicked.

“Cioccolata created a special little serum for all of you,” Melone’s smile turned malicious, “your stands are useless for an entire forty eight hours.”

I hadn’t noticed before, but there was a bandage on my upper arm, probably from when they injected the serum.

“So what happens after forty eight hours? You kill us?”

“Of course not! I would never kill you, bela. After forty eight hours, another injection will be administered to each of you.”

“How does it affect our stands? I’ve never met someone able to do that before.”

“I don’t know the exact science behind it, that’s his thing.” Melone grabbed my arm. “The only science I specialise in is anatomy.”

“What?” I tried to free my arm, but Melone was much stronger than me, despite only being about an inch taller.

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N,” he cooed, pulling me in and wrapping his arms around me, “you’re safe here, you don’t need your stand.”

“Let me go.” I struggled in his grip, letting out a yelp as he moved one of his hands down to my ass.

“You’re in such good shape, Bela.” Melone sighed, squeezing the back of my thigh before scooping me up bridal style.

“Hey! Put her down!” Giorno made a move to hit Melone, but stopped quickly when Melone turned so I would’ve been the one to be hit.

“Giorno, don’t do anything stupid.” I warned him. “I can handle myself, it’s best if you don’t fight him. Think about it, he isn’t the only one here; you knock him out, then what? Who knows how many people are out there, it could end very badly for us.”

“Quick thinker, aren’t you? Selfless, too.” Melone squeezed me to him a bit harder, leaning down to whisper in my ear, “You’d make a wonderful mother.”

“A WHAT?!” I put my hands on his chest and tried to push him away, hoping he would drop me, but he didn’t even budge.

“Leave her alone! She’s not even a part of this!” Giorno shouted.

“Nonono, stop! Remember what I said, you don’t have to get hurt, just… I’ll be back.” I assured him.

“What if you don’t come back?” Mista asked.

“Well, then you’re free to be as stupid as you want, but as long as I’m alive, I’m the one who makes bad decisions around here.” I smiled slightly at the guys before Melone carried me out of the room.

“Y/N!” I heard Giorno shout.

“I’ll be fine!” I screamed back.

As soon as we were out of earshot, the facade fell away.

“Where are you taking me?” I tried to squirm out of his grip, but he just changed the way he was holding me, wrapping my arms around his neck and keeping my body against his chest with one arm, and supporting me from the bottom with the other.

Melone carried me through the hallway, stopping at a slightly ajar black door and pushing it open.

“This… is a bedroom.” My breath caught in my throat as I remembered what he had said earlier. “I’m twenty, I’m not about to be a god damn baby mama for some psycho!”

“That discussion can wait,” he set me on the bed, “I just need to get to know you.”

“My name is Y/N, you know that much, isn’t that enough?” I squirmed as he climbed on top of me.

“I want to know everything about you,” he brought his face down to mine, staring into my eyes, “I want to know every curve, I want to touch all of you, I want to taste… all of you.”

I gasped as he nuzzled his face into my neck, inhaling deeply and letting out a breath that sounded a lot like a moan.

“You smell divine.” He licked a stripe up my neck. “And your taste… is…” I felt something hard against my thighs, “di molto bene.”

“Get off of me!” I tried pushing his shoulders.

“You’re different from other women I’ve seen,” he kissed the side of my neck, “I’m not usually… so aroused by every aspect.”

My eyes watered as he reached down to lift my shirt.

“No!” I held my shirt down with my hands, but it didn’t stop him.

He just straddled my waist, using both of his hands to rip my shirt in half from the top.

“I don’t want to use my stand on you,” he placed a hand on my stomach, rubbing it fondly, “I want to do this personally.”

“I am not going to carry a child, especially not yours!”

“Of course you are,” he brushed his knuckles against my cheek, “this is meant to happen, we’re meant to be together, Y/N.”

“You’re delusional.”

“No,” his hand trailed down to my breasts, grabbing my right one and squeezing lightly, “you just don’t see it yet. You’ll understand soon, I just need to help you. What better way to open your eyes than to have a baby?”

“Aside from the fact that I’m not having your child, there are so many better ways to open my eyes than to baby trap m- what are you doing?!” I squirmed as his hand let go of my breast and moved lower, tugging at the waistband of my pants to get them off.

“Just let this happen.” He shushed me, throwing my pants to the side.

“I will not just let this-” I yelped as he reached down my panties, running a finger through my folds and frowning when it came away dry.

“It doesn’t matter,” he pulled my panties down, unbothered by the swears I threw at him as I struggled, “I wanted to taste you anyways.”

Melone leaned down, placing his lips on mine. I kept my lips pressed together tightly as he swiped his tongue across my bottom lip, but accidentally parted them slightly in surprise as he bit down.

The feeling of somebody else’s tongue in my mouth wasn’t foreign to me, but the way Melone’s tongue left no part of my mouth untouched was much different. It was just as he said, he wanted to get to know every part of me.

I gasped as he pulled away, finally able to breathe again.

Panic began to settle in and I felt my body beginning to shake as I tried to control my breathing.

Of all the times to have a panic attack, of course it would be now.

“Oh, you’re shivering! Don’t worry,” he smiled in a way that was probably meant to be reassuring, but only made me feel even more uneasy, “you’ll feel warmer soon.”

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