#bruno bucellati smut

[sweetdreamlandstuff]

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

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[incculum]

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.

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[zujime]

─── 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. :((

#[♪]. bruno #[♪]. joseph #[♪]. josuke #[♪]. jotaro #[♪]. giorno #[♪]. mista #jotaro smut #jotaro x reader #jotaro x you #bruno bucellati x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #giorno giovanna x reader #giorno x reader #josuke x you #josuke x reader #joseph joestar #joseph joestar imagines #jjba x reader #joseph joestar x reader #joseph x reader #joseph imagines #jotaro imagines #jotaro kujo imagines #jotaro kujo x reader #josuke imagines #josuke higashikata imagines #guido mista x reader #mista x reader

[itjazzbicch]

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.”  

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[komugistissue]

guys i desperately need to ride bucciarati while he kisses my neck 😣

#jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo's bizarre adventure #bruno bucciarati #jojo part 5 #golden wind #bucciarati smut #bruno bucellati x reader #jjba smut

[esha-isboogara]

perv!bruno

i have more coming i promise

♡bruno is a bit more tame , nsfw that’s abt it

☆perv!bruno who is so ashamed when he has a dirty thought about you. he feels so bad seeing you in such a way after you’ve been nothing but kind to him.

☆perv!bruno who does his best to keep himself civil around you. even when you wear the most revealing of outfits or give him that smile - oh god that smile. no matter what he keeps himself under control.

☆perv!bruno who has filthy dreams about you every single night. he’s been told by abbacchio that he moans your name in his sleep. as embarrassing as it is he’s weirdly glad he has this bit of intimacy with you. even gif it isn’t real.

☆perv!bruno keeps a journal to write down all his most depraved thoughts. he realized he wasn’t able to act upon his urges so he writes it all down in the sacred pages of his book. he guards is under lock and key though so no one will ever find it.

☆perv!bruno who touches himself in the bathroom after you grasp his hands in yours. they’re so small and soft compared to his god he’s so fucking infatuated.

☆perv!bruno who buys you pretty dresses and lingerie but delivered it as a secret admirer. the high he gets from watching you try the garments on is immeasurable. occasionally he’ll catch a glimpse of a lacy bra strap and feel pride because he knows that he got that for you. you are his.

☆perv!bruno who wants to be the best husband he can be while also breeding you over and over again. he just knows you’d be a good slut for him if trained correctly.

#finally ! #i’m writing again #at last #praise be #i love me some bruno #genuinely #it was hard for me #to write this bc he’s just #he’s just so wholesome #it was fun tho #perv!jojo #perv! anime boy #perv!bruno #bruno buccerati #bruno bucellati x reader #anime smut headcanons #jojos bizarre adventure smut #jojos bizarre adventure #golden wind #esha writes

[mila-uchiha]

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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[uplatterme]

BRUNO BUCCIARATI idk how to spell his last name abeg

Or mista or abbachio 😫😫

cw: sub!bucciarati dom!reader, public sex, inappropriate use of stands

a/n: this is part 1! part 2 will be abbacchio, then mista <33

BRUNO BUCCIARATI

– bucciarati is a very sweet lover, “would always put your needs first” kind of guy. would go down on you if you want, would let you use his body even if he’s climaxed a bunch of times or even when it’s in public.

“right here?” bucciarati questioned crossing his shoulders together, a bit mad that you weren’t taking this mission seriously.

“oh come on, we’re at the back anyways. no one will here.” you persuaded, a bit impatient since nothing strange has been happening with the person you were tasked to watch. “well, that’s only if you keep quiet.”

he glanced at the front before looking into your eyes, he’d never say no to you but when it came to work… it’s a fifty-fifty.

with a sigh, he sat down on your lap and held the seat in front of you. he used his stand for you to do your business easier.

“a zipper right here? just for me? that’s bold.” you claimed, unzipping his pants right where you need to penetrate.

he didn’t like doing it dry, saying it would just inconvenience you but the quick moan that escaped his lips said otherwise.

the train was going at a speed where you thrusting into him seemed quicker. he covered his mouth with his left hand, not wanting to be heard by the other passengers, still keeping an eye on your target. if he was in the right state of mind, he could’ve just zipped his mouth shut.

unfortunately—or fortunately, he was too deep in pleasure to think of such things.

“hmm!”

“such a good boy, look at you still doing the mission.” you praised as his heart thumped to the same rhythm as your pounding.

“(n-name)…not too f-fast…” he begged, seeming to reach his limit. but as fate would have it, the train came to a halt pushing you deeper inside.

“Ah!” bucciarati yelled out, causing eyes to look back to him.

he thought he would be caught as they definitely made eye contact but they quickly turned around, pretending as if they didn’t see a thing.

“(name).” he said with a stern voice, mad.

“don’t worry! i’m sure they wouldn’t think the boss would send someone that’d have sex behind the train.” you chuckled.

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[karskilledme]

Two for one - BruAbba x Fem!Reader NSFW

I’m a big simp for BruAbba x reader so I had to make this. Basically, you’re sick hanging out with Mr. Abbacchio whose also sick and he makes the moves on you. Your hot capo shows up and is like hey let me join bbs ;)

Content Warnings: Vaginal sex, oral sex on female, fingering, booby play, cucking(Kind of, maybe there’s a better word), badly written smut. 

Word count: 2977

Do not interact if you’re a minor 18+ only! NSFW under the cut.

After Abbacchio went and got you sick you’d figured it couldn’t hurt any worse to continue bothering him while you suffered. It was his fault so he’d have to deal with you. That’s how you found yourself seated next to him watching some stupid soap opera on his bed, at an appropriate distance of course. Maybe he didn’t know it but you hadn’t paid attention to a single word the tv said. Your ears were a hum with the awe that filled your love struck brain. His alabaster skin glowed with the sheen of sweat from his cold. Plump, oh so kissable lips, parted slightly due to his stuffy nose. Daring to cover even an inch of his sculpted features was his silver hair that lay unstyled and messy. To some this was the image of an obviously unwell man but to you this was the image of perfection. If he had noticed your staring he didn’t take mind and made no move to stop you. 

Some time later you had managed to vaguely catch on to what was happening in the show but it wasn’t really your type of thing. In fact, bothering the man next to you sounded much more interesting. You shifted slightly towards him and hummed for attention. 

“Abba, tell me what you think, did orange the fruit, or orange the color come first?” You asked, finger on your chin in a mockingly quizzical expression. His eyes briefly flickered from the show towards you before quickly deciding the show was more interesting. He grunted. “That’s a stupid question.” He paused as the show got intense, his slightly agape mouth twitching in interest. “Orange the fruit obviously.” He said quite matter a factly. You frowned and put your balled fists on your sides. “What makes you think that? How would they know to call it an orange if the color wasn’t the reason?” You demanded. Abbacchio paused his show and looked at you with a small smirk. “An orange was an orange before English had a name for the color dummy.” You frowned harder at this new found revelation and sulked. 

Abbacchio watched your pitiful display before patting your shoulder. The sudden touch sent a jolt of excitement through you. Your eyes met his quickly. 

“We can’t all be smart, it’s ok. You, Mista, Narancia. Me and Bruno have enough brains to cover for you all.” He teased. Your elatement at his touch quickly turned to fake hurt as you gasped and fell backwards on the bed covering your face. A horrendously fake sob wracked your body. “Oh how could you be so mean to me Abba!” You cried, hamming up the drama. “My heart is broken, I’ll never recover.” The bed shifted under you as he suddenly moved to pin you. You peaked through your fingers to see if it was true and there he was, just inches away from you. While your nerves began to betray you the act couldn’t end yet; fake sobs continued. Suddenly your hands were ripped from your face as he pinned your arms besides your head. Oh shit! Was all you could think, surprise evident on your fully red face. Abbachio’s own heart was racing.   He wasn’t often forward; the only thing that allowed him to be so now was his comfort with you. Not to mention that there was a plan in motion with a goal to be reached between him and Bruno. 

Abbacchio leaned down, his hot breath tickling your lips. “Don’t cry my tesoro.” He teased, his plump lips pulled into a cocky grin. If he wasn’t a hardened gangster there was no way he would have been able to keep this cool demeanor. Your slightly panicked face was doing him something wild. Your widened (E/C) eyes staring him down so intently, glowing skin that looked so soft and kissable, your lips that trembled slightly practically begging to be his. God you were just so delectable. 

You had ended your act by now, all of your attention placed on him. The tension grew palpable as you stared into eachothers eyes. Neither of you had dared make a move since you were pinned, not that you had much choice as you were easily overpowered. The knot in your stomach clenched at your own thoughts. You just had to kiss him, it was now or never. Your eyes were partly lidded as you began your slow approach. Abbacchio’s lips tasted of tea and were perfectly soft, magical really. The way your heart exploded on impact left you breathless and your brain swimming in bliss. He pulled away softly and pressed his forehead to yours. 

“ Sei la miglior cosa che mi sia capitata” He whispered(You’re the best thing that happened to me). Your fingers ghosted his cheek feeling their overwhelming warmth, a mix of sickness and embarrassment. “Abba… you make me so happy. I’ve waited for this for so long.” Cutting off your own sentiment you quickly moved in for another kiss only this time more intense. An ache of passion and the feeling of ‘Finally!’ fueled your movements. 

A soft knock broke you apart. Abbacchio’s eyes met yours briefly, keying you in that something was up but what? He made his way to the door before stepping out into the hall. Whispers could be heard by you but what they discussed was indiscernible. Shortly he reentered followed by none other than your capo Bruno. You shot up in bed. “A-Ah- Bruno! I mean Capo!” You stammered. Bruno smiled softly and chuckled, “No need for the formalities, Bruno is more than fine when it’s coming from you my principessa.” he said. Your heart lurched once more, the knot that had begun to dissipate doubling its hold. Abbacchio had sat back down next to you while Bruno found a seat at Abbacchio’s desk across from the bed. Your eyes glanced towards Abbacchio for reassurance which earned a soft thigh squeeze. 

“We wanted to talk to you.” He started, looking towards Bruno now. The short haired male nodded before piercing you with his trained gaze. His eyes were intense but not in a way of malice, they were friendly as ever, since the day you first met him he’d exuded positivity. It would be a lie to say you weren’t extremely interested in both of the men that sat before you but was that alright? Bruno was always so kind to you but you also admired his character and resolve. He was no doubt a beacon of hope for everyone around him and he was always sure to fill that role. On the other hand Abbacchio lured you in with his witty and interesting personality, not to mention his beautiful looks. It was hard to win him over at first but he was oh so worth it, the side of him that you got to enjoy now was so caring and humorous though he always showed these traits through his actions rather than his words. It also couldn’t be argued that he wasn’t a man of character who stood resolute in his beliefs. How could someone choose?!

Your attention was brought back to focus as Bruno began to speak. “You see (Y/n), me and Abbacchio have always had a close relationship but for a while now we’ve also had our eyes on you.” He scooted the chair closer to the bed and grabbed your smaller hands in his. Abbacchio’s grip on your thigh tightened. “We’d like to date you, both of us. You can say no if you want but we would be more than delighted if you felt the same.” He paused, looking down at your interlocked hands with a squeeze. “It’s also ok if you only have feelings for Abbacchio and not me.” Bruno was always one to reassure those he cared about and this was no exception, he didn’t want you to feel pressured in any way. You bit your lip and looked between the two. 

“Of course I feel the same but is it really ok? I’ve never… never been in a relationship let alone one with two partners!” you questioned. Bruno chuckled softly, rubbing his thumb on your hand. “If you want us and we want you why wouldn’t it be? We’re all consenting adults here, sciocco.” Your teeth resumed their hold on your lip. The knot in your stomach was tied with metal chains. You peeked a glance at Abbacchio with questioning eyes. He nodded in confirmation and you sighed. 

“Ok, no more worrying! I would love to date you both! If you’ll have me I’d be more than happy.” You exclaimed. The men grinned at each other before enveloping you in a warm hug. Bruno was the first to pull away, citing the two of you being sick. “I’ll head to the store to grab the two of you some medicine, do you need anything else, amores?” Bruno asked, approaching the door. After noting your needs he took leave and left you and Abbacchio alone once more. 

The mood was noticeably different after Abbacchio and Brunos shared confession. Your worry had dissipated completely but it only made you painfully aware of a different sensation, your need. Warmth filled your lower half and a tingling of desire had you rubbing your thighs together oh so slightly. You figured it was the excitement of the situation that got you so worked up combined with the fact that you were in a very attractive mans bed; a man that was now your boyfriend. 

Abbacchio had pulled you back up to your previous resting position the only difference being that you were now attached to him. You nuzzled your head into the crook of his exposed neck. You couldn’t help yourself from nipping and kissing at the soft skin. 

“Oh. Eager already?” Abbacchio spoke with confidence but much like earlier it was a cool facade to mask his nervousness. He pressed your shoulder lightly to allow himself a chance to meet you in a kiss. You could feel the eagerness in his kiss. His hands trailed your sides slipping under the hem of your top before he pulled back to check in with you. After getting your confirmation he was back to work, nipping your bottom lip not quite softly but not enough to seriously hurt either. Your tongues quickly met in a battle of dominance, his warm appendage moving with skill as it curled and pushed against your own. His hands, which were warm with fever, had found their way up to your breasts. He gave them a hungry squeeze before his long digits moved to flick and squeeze them.

Just as the two of you thought the kissing might lead to more Bruno reentered, shopping bags in tow. He shut the door quickly with a soft, breathy chuckle. 

“It seems a show is about to start.” he said. You blushed at his implication but Abbacchio only smirked, looking at him from his caging position above you.

 “You’d love that wouldn’t you Bruno.” He said, putting special emphasis on Bruno. You shivered in anticipation beneath Abbacchio, your eyes still fixed on Bruno. 

“You mean like.. You just want to watch?” You questioned, your innocence evident. Bruno nodded and plopped himself back at Abbacchios desk. “Of course. I’d love to watch my two amato together. You’re both sick so I can’t exactly join.” He said as if it were a very obvious fact. 

You hummed in ponder. “So should I pay attention to you too or do you want me to ignore you? I’m not really sure how this kind of thing works ya know.” You said, a nervous chuckle following. Abbacchio made himself busy on your neck, clearly not too interested in your questions about Brunos cucking situation. You moaned softly as Abbacchio sucked on your sweet spot. 

“You can ignore me if it would make you more comfortable but I’d love some of your attention too.” As he said this, Bruno slipped his pants down mid thigh. His cock was already visibly hard and ready to spring free. You bit your lip and nodded, turning your attention back to the stimulation at hand. 

Minutes had passed of you and Abbacchio passionately battling it out through a clash of tongues. He pulled away and began to pull your clothes off in a frenzy. You were nervous of course but knowing you were in very secure hands put you at ease instantly. Your own hands began to strip Abbacchio of his loungewear. Drool practically pooled in your mouth as you drank in his physique. His alabaster skin was chiseled with soft abs, marked with scars both old and new; it was evidence of his hard life. He smirked at your awe but was internally grateful that you hadn’t just up and left upon seeing him, he was always too hard on himself. 

Both fully nude, Abbacchio resumed kissing you but not on the lips. His soft kisses trailed from your chin down to your breast where he took a moment to pamper each one. He kissed your nipple softly, sending a shiver through you, before he swirled his tongue around it. Finally he gave it a quick suck before moving on to the next. Your cunt throbbed at the attention, a slick mess forming between your thighs. Your body was begging for more. As if he read your mind, his hands trailed down to your thighs, one grabbing them apart and the other making its way to your slick folds. His fingers teased your clit as he sucked away on your nipple. 

The pleasure was immense but you couldn’t help but think about Bruno. You glanced over to the shorter haired man only to get blessed with quite the beautiful sight. There he sat, pants and boxers now at his ankles. His hand gently and slowly working himself as he watched. You couldn’t help but stare as you noticed his top was undone revealing the intricate lingerie he always wore. Bruno offered you a strained smile and seemed to urge you to rejoin your session. 

As your attention shifted back Abbacchio was on the move again. His lips continued their trail of kisses down your belly before stopping at your navel. He looked up at you just inches above your aching heat. “Abba pleeaase. I really need you.” You practically begged. He smirked and placed a kiss at the top of your slit before moving in. His fingers. which had been massaging your clit, now made their way to your slicked entrance as his tongue took their place. A moan of pleasure ripped through you, your back arching off the bed but your butt glued in place from his firm grasp. You were already close just from the little that had happened but you never wanted it to end. His tongue worked in skilled precision. He swirled circles on your clit, occasionally grabbing it with his lips for an ultra soft tug. “F-fuck… Abba I’m so- agh - close!” You moaned. Your words kicked him into overdrive as he worked double to push you over the edge. The warmth in your core exploded in a shockwave of tingles. 

You heaved out a breathy sigh of relief as he made his way to his knees. You looked at Bruno once more and noticed he was still moving at quite a leisurely pace. Abbacchio flipped you over with ease and positioned you so you were both facing Bruno. Your ass was hoist into the air, your pussy still ready and anxious to be filled. Abbacchios dick lined up your entrance and slid up and down your folds before pushing in. He was average in girth but lengthy. Your slick helped you quickly adjust as he slowly pushed to hilt. 

“You’re treating her so good amore mio.” Bruno breathed out, enjoying your display. Abbacchio met eyes with him as he thrust into you, eliciting a sharp but pleasant yelp from you. 

“I bet you can’t wait to join us. Get a taste of her yourself.” Abbacchio said, lightly gripping your chin and guiding you to look at Bruno. 

You looked at Bruno absolutely blissed out. Bruno was entranced by the swinging of your gorgeous breast as Abbacchio pound into you. Bruno couldn’t lie, he wanted to be entangled with the two of you more than anything but Capos didn't have time to get sick so this was the next best thing. Besides he found the both of you incredibly attractive so this was definitely the best jerk off material a guy could ask for. 

Your hands gripped the bed with everything you had. You didn’t expect Abbacchio to be a gentle lover based off his personality so it was no surprise he was fucking you like his life depended on it. Not that you were complaining, you couldn’t when he was doing such a good job hitting your g spot over and over again. 

You bit into your wrist as the pressure began to build signaling your next orgasm. It was evident in Abbacchios movements that he was getting close to, he began to grow ragged and shaky, his dick twitching and swelling inside you. You let out a cry of ecstasy, your pussy squeezing and milking his pounding cock. He grunted, “G-god!” and not but seconds later did he spill into you, filling you to the brim with his hot cum. As the two of you settled you were happy to see that Bruno had came as well. “Hope you enjoyed the show Bambola.” Abbacchio teased, crashing down next to you. Bruno smiled and moved to clean himself up. “How could I not? Though next time I hope to star in it.” He said with a wink. You couldn’t believe it still, even after getting your brains fucked out while your hot capo watched. Two boyfriends?!

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[twary]

could I please request some general sfw and nsfw headcanons for Bruno when you have the chance?? thank you!! <33

Oh god, YES.

*inhales*

dUDE, I'VE JUST ENDEN UP WRITING A BUCCI HC AND NOW I'M WITH FCKN BRAIN WORMS- HOW CAN THIS DUDE BE SO PERFECT AND HOT BUT AT THE SAME TIME SO SOFT AND CUTE?!!?

That's okay, I'm fine, lesgo to the request

Since I'm in love with this man, I'll do hcs with his lover, the reader! :D

Please, feel free to send another ask if that's not what u wanted!

SFW

Our angelical man has confessed his feelings first, he is a intense man and want to live the so called love.

He has invited you to a 5-star dinner near to the sea without telling you the reason. When you arrived he was waiting for you with a beautiful bouquet of white and red roses, they represent the love and the purity. Then, with a warm smile full of joy, he sayed "Ti amo...Bella mia"

Well, Bucci ia a very romantic man, he will make every secont spent with him feels like a romantic movie

PDA in public is okay! Since he likes to show that he is in love.

Soft forehead kisses!✨

When you two are walking together, without even realizing it, he is with his hand on your waist. Also loves to hold hands with you! They're so soft and warm! Just like his lips😳

You're always the reason of that pretty smile of him and happiness as well, he always makes sure that you know it; with words of affirmation, quality time and especially little, but significants, acts of service!

Picnics with him are a dream come true! Oh, they are full of homade food, he is a axellent cooker! Sometimes you two even sleep on each other's arms after eating and spend the whole afternoon chatting, obviously, he waits for you to sleep first, your sleeping face fills him with relief; relief that he is finally with you, the person he loves the most!💙

Stick Fingers bring little gifts from Bucci while he is busy with work.

"Bella, did you know? You are my most angelical dream coming true" He says with a soft smile while runs his fingers through your hair, in a hug.

NSFW

Be ready for the praises! And to call him "daddy" too!

Even with that blue eyes and pure smile, Bruno likes something more..."Intense"

Likes to blindfold his gattina.

He is a big of a provoker. Like, yea, he will give u what you want, but you need to deserve it.

Slight pull your hair while you do a blowjob. Not very noisy, but lets some groans scape to you see that you are doing well. "Hm...That't it mio amore, you're doing just perfect"

Slow and intense, his rithym drive you crazy and he knows that. His kisses are slow and intense too, his lips seems to be always covered in honey.

Likes to just stop and admire your messy form while he introduce his cock inside your pretty pussy. Always saynig how great you are doing and how pretty you look when you squirm of pleasure due to him.

Leaves marks on your neck. "Is better not to hide it, bella. You don't want that people see who's your 'daddy'? I'll have to punish you, gattina?"

VERY into petplay. Loves to see you on a collar. God, it really turn him on!

Ohoho, this man has a big toy collection, he is just waiting to use all of them on you.

The aftercare is divine! He loves to show you that he loves YOU, not only your body. He gets you water, take you to the bath and cuddles with you! Do you think he praises you too much during the sex? Wait until the cuddle time.

"You were really very good today gattina, ti amo..." He says while place a light kiss in your lips.

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[stossgebet-und-dominum]

[𝟎𝟒:𝟎𝟓 𝐏𝐌] 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢

nsfw. blowjob, smack on the face, implied daddy kink??, soft dom!bruno.

i'm back, i guess.

bruno can’t help. you look so cute with your smudged lipstick, your lips around his cock and your pretty fingernails on his thighs. your eyes are shining just like your chin is because of your effort to suck him like a good girl, pleading eyes that almost beg for some rudeness. your hair is in a messy bun he did before you started to use your fluffy lips on his dick, your tits are free from your bra and tank top, and he plays with your nipples—it’s so cute when you choke on his length because you’re moaning with his touches. precious baby, so needy. you keep looking at him, waiting for something he doesn’t know yet. “tell me what you need, baby,” he asks you as you bob your head on his cock, tongue curling and pressing his sensitive flesh. you’re ready to say it, to beg bruno to give you a… and he thrusts into your mouth, the tip of his erection finding your throat. you cry, tears leaving your shining eyes, and bruno finds you even more adorable. he will absolutely put a gag on your pretty mouth when fucking you dumb. “hmm,” is the only thing you’re able to say, but he wants, needs to know. how is he going to give what you want if you don’t say it? “say it, hm? i’m waiting”, he slows down his thrusts and you breathe, ready to take his cock out of your mouth and say you need him to— “aw! dumb baby can’t say because she has her mouth full of my cock?”, he pushes once more into you, but pulls out, only the tip between your lips. his palm hits your face suddenly and you widen your eyes and lick the precum of his dick. how did he know about it? you didn’t even need to ask him. bruno is the best, best, best ever. he watches your expression becoming a delighted one and smiles softly, contrasting with his hand hitting your cheeks once more and his mean words. “i think i need to teach you manners, don’t i? you’re looking like a little hoe that has no brain, just mouth, tits and holes for me to use.” you nod, putting his length back into your mouth as he pets your head. “cutie. you’re doing very good,” he praises and you feel proud and satisfied. you don’t need anything else but bruno’s approval and his large hand smacking you.

#bruno x reader #bucciarati x reader #bruno buccellati #jjba x reader #jjba smut #jjba x you #jojo part 5 #jojo x reader #jojo smut #bruno bucellati x reader #dominum time stamps

[abellaheart-blog]

Kinktober 2021 🎃 Team Bucciarati Day 6: Free Use | Sensory Deprivation | Wax Play

Moth Bruno x Reader

Summary: You find a moth man in your backyard and watch him from a distance. You become acquainted with him and later fall in love with him.

Author Note: Alternate Universe in which all the part 5 characters are moth men.

Warning 🔞: Kinks include, Free Use | Sensory Deprivation | Wax Play. They’re defined as such, Free Use - A fetish where partners are allowed to fuck any part of their partner at any time.

Sensory Deprivation -A process by which someone is deprived of normal external stimuli such as sight and sound for an extended period of time.

Wax Play - Wax play is a form of temperature play practiced in a BDSM context, in which wax from a candle is dripped onto a person's naked skin, in order to introduce a slight burning sensation to the skin.

Word Count: 2.7k

You woke up one night hearing fluttering outside your window. It was loud. You’ve heard flies and bees before but the sound was too loud. It woke you from your sleep. You went to investigate the noise. It was a loud flapping of wings similar to a hummingbird or dragonfly. The noise traveled to the windows of your kitchen. You walked through your dark home. You didn’t think it would be necessary to turn on the lights since your outside lights are always on. You heard the buzzing quiet down. You didn’t notice any sounds nor bugs outside the window in front of your sink. You look out the other window in your kitchen. It wasn’t until you noticed a shadow that you became concerned. You thought it was an intruder. You reach for your pepper-spray as a precaution. The movement was slow. When the person walked out of the shadows you gasped. It wasn’t a person but some sort of bug man. You cover your mouth to prevent any attention drawn to yourself.

His wings flutter lightly. He thought he heard a noise. His antenna twitches listening for any sort of movement. He looked at your house light getting lost in its brightness. You thought it was a bit cute. His bright blue eyes were displayed along with his nice looking face. He closed his eyes and shook his head to wake up from his entranced stupor. His features were masculine but his lashes were thick as were his lips. His appearance is that of a moth. In some ways humanoid looking. His hair, torso, legs, and cheek bones remind you, that of a human. All other features are that of a moth. The fluffy around his neck, his antenna, his four arms, and his hands. They’re all fluffy. He’s a black and white moth with an interesting fashion sense. It was a zipper theme from what you could tell. 

His bright eyes are his most attractive feature. You don't know how you’re attracted to this creature but somehow you are. His eyes are glossy and shimmery. You lightly smile watching him scan the area. He looked like a spy wandering through an enemy building. You giggled. His antenna picked up on the noise. His eyes look over to the window spotting you. You immediately ran to your room. He did catch you. His eyes are able to see you since he can see in the dark.

The next night you hear the same fluttering by your windows. Wearing a bathrobe you sneak into the kitchen quietly. His eyes did notice you from the corner of his eyes but he didn’t react much. He kept a poker face so as to not scare you off. He smiled looking at your flowers. You watched him with curious eyes. You notice he is wearing a heart shaped article of clothing. It’s lace sitting underneath his collar of fluff. It suits his look quite well.

He appeared so happy with the flowers. He was licking them for some unknown reason. You didn’t know it but he was licking up the nectar off the petals. You would keep it in mind that he enjoys the flowers. Best to keep him around so you have a chance to befriend him. The following week you planted more flowers and took extra care of your garden. The moth man noticed with everyday you’d plant a flower. He was impressed by your lovely garden. One day he noticed your gardening gear. The sun hat and adorable apron caught his attention. You giggled when he tried them on. It was quite the adorable scene. You felt your heart quiver at such a scene. He felt extremely confident since he knows he caught your attention. He began posing.

You begin clapping. It really sparked his confidence and he continued. Soon you’re directly in front of the window. His eyes sparkled getting to see you so close. He placed his hand on the glass. It was where your hand is located. You look over his features in wonder. He noticed how your gaze isn’t filled with fear but with new found wonder. It was as if your gaze was fixated on a collection of snow globes. He felt flattered.

Feeling like he had room he shows off his wings to you and purrs. It was a buzzing sound you had not heard yet. His wingspan was much wider than you thought it was. They’re lovely, matching his outfit. The purring soothes you as you stare at his wings in an impressed manner. He smirks since it’s how his kind attract mates. You blush at the beauty displayed. One of his other hands press on the glass and you reach over to place your hand there as well. Facing each other made you blush.

Soon you heard gunshots in the air and it caught his attention. He knew it was a signal for him. He knows it’s his friend Mista. He hated to leave you like this. You gave him a sad look. He flew off to aid his friend. Bruno is part of a gang of bug men that protect the surrounding land. His friend Mista is part of the gang. After he is gone you decide to head back to bed.

You decide to surprise him the next night with a hummingbird feeder. You left the lid open for him. He arrived as expected. His pleased reaction was thanks enough to you. You stood beside your shed watching him. He looked at the window but didn’t see you. You hid behind the shed so he wouldn’t catch you. He was a bit disheartened but enjoyed the nectar from the feeder. Once he was done eating to his heart’s content he uses his antenna to try finding you. To his surprise he is able to smell your scent. He recognized it from your hat and apron of yours. He turned around going to your hiding spot. He greets you by purring. His soft humming also invites you. You walk up to him with a smile.

“Hello. Did you like the gift I left you?”

“It was amazing, cara. Thank you.”

“Your welcome.”

His purring continues, causing you to look at him curiously. He hopes he is able to win you over. Being human you didn’t understand his intentions until he held his hand out to you. You grab his hand with a smile. Like a love bug he hugs you to his chest. He then twirls you around joyously. You giggle not minding the affection. 

“Your name, I must know it.”

You tell him your name then ask him of his. He in turn tells you his name. He held your hands. His hands are fuzzy yet super comforting. His soft gaze made you blush. His next action is kissing your hand. 

“I’ve seen you watching me the past week. I was wondering when you’d come around. I apologize for yesterday.”

“Yesterday? Oh right. You seemed to be in a hurry. Are you okay?”

“Yes, my friend was signaling me. There was trouble.”

“I’m glad you’re both safe.” 

“Yes we’re fine now. Thank you.”

“Does this mean I’ll see you often..?” You ask expectantly.

“Yes of course, amore.”

From then on Bruno would visit you everyday. You would invite him into your home each time he knocked on your window. He enjoyed your interior and would ask about different appliances in your home. You two grew closer. When he expressed his feelings for you, you accepted them with open arms. He explained how you’re his mate. How his kind attract mates and such. You felt very embarrassed you didn’t realize all his attempts of courtship to you at first. He thought it was cute but it did make him love you more. 

After establishing a relationship with him it wasn’t long until he desired to mate with you. It wasn’t rushed nor taken too slow. It was a desire he didn’t have a strong urge for until mating season. The air was saturated with pheromones. Many of his kind that were coupling left the air filled with too much of their desires. It was a time his kind could spend the week coupling. Bruno couldn’t believe how strong his desire was this year. It never hit him so hard. His mind did think it was because he hasn’t bed with anyone in so long. Ever since he found a relationship with you it left him with strong urges this mating season. Tonight he will initiate mating with you. 

He knows he has your consent since he read your diary. You listed a few of your kinks, one being “free use” as you put it. It intrigued him and with his senses on high alert he would seduce you to his nest. Tonight Bruno didn’t knock on your window as he usually did. It was around the time he would arrive. You didn’t think much of it since he does protect the land. Maybe tonight he was busy with his gang.

You sat in your living room reading on your tablet. You wear a thin silk nightgown. It’s spaghetti strapped and lacy. You’re comfortable wearing it around Bruno since he’s your lover. Bruno placed a flower in your hair before picking you up in a pair of his arms. His other pair of arms fixed your hair. He grabbed your chin making you look at him. You giggled since it was a surprise you welcomed. He purred. As he did so he released pheromones of his own. He desired to make love to you and the best way was to seduce you. You felt light headed since a big wave of pheromones hit your face. You didn’t know he did so but you felt really hot. Your strong desire to have sex with him was strong. He could see the lust consuming your eyes. He is your prime target and he could tell. 

“Amore..”

“Bruno.” You kiss him.

He didn’t deny your lustful kiss. He used it to distract you while he carried you back to his nest. It wasn’t too far. His nest is built underground. He flew into a burrow. It led to a huge cave. It’s comfortable and does look a bit modern. Curtains and other such furniture. In a large open space led to another room. His bedroom. In it was his nest he built for you. It was made with blankets, pillows, and plenty of branches and leaves. The inside is covered with pillows and blankets. He chose the most comfortable of materials.

“I hope you like the nest I built for you.” He set you down on your feet to look it over. “It’s the males duty to build a nest that will attract his mate. Do you like it?”

“Yes Bruno, it looks comfortable.” You crawl inside it.

Bruno was very pleased. He was nervous it wouldn’t be good enough. He spent a great deal of time creating it for you. The cushions felt so soft to the touch. You playfully roll around in the blankets. Bruno enjoyed watching you. He purred to draw your attention. The room, thanks to his nest, is filled with pheromones. It acted like an aphrodisiac.

You crawl towards him. He pulls you on top of him. His bottom arms pull up the skirt of your dress. Your panties are soaked. He was pleased to see. The scent made him shudder. His antenna can pick up on the arousal. It was an aphrodisiac in itself to him. He removed his clothes revealing himself to you. You know that if you could drool you would. Your mind screamed to take him. He reads your eyes and seats you on his large cock.

“Fuck me Bruno!” You plead.

It wasn’t necessary for you to make the command since you two have a mutual agreement in having sex with each other when you both please. Though it’s your first time doing it together you both have had discussions of sex before. Your strong desire made you well prepared for his cock to take you. He was careful not to be too rough. His two pair of arms held your body so he could take time entering inside you. After much needed time you both were ready. He had one pair of hands held under your thighs to lift you while the other pair was sitting on your waist. You held onto his fluffy forearms to steady yourself a bit. 

“Tesoro, I can't wait to make love to you all night long.” 

“Me too amore. I desire to fully explore your body after this round.” 

He purred then leaned forward to lick your neck. You coo his name. He wasted no time in fucking you in the position you’re both in. His cock slipped so easily in you. To him you felt so tight while you felt full. You begged him to go faster. In one final slam he filled your delicate cunt with his huge load of sperm. He laid you down to blind fold you and press earplugs in you. You didn’t mind it since he is covered in the strong scent in his nest. You trust this moth man with your life. 

Once your arms are bound behind your back he goes for a sideways position. You moan at such an angle he hit you at. He had one arm support your leg over his shoulder as he thrust into you. This position penetrated you deeply. Your core was oozing his cum. His mouth watered as your cunt is leaking. It felt so good to him. It wasn’t long until he came in the second round. Your orgasm hit you long before he was done. He removed the earplugs and ripped sheet that was used to tie your arms behind your back.

“Amore, I can barely resist you. You’re so beautiful.” He removed your blind fold.

“Bruno it’s time you feel good too. Let me take care of you too.” You say caressing his face and chest.

He nods with loving eyes. You ask that he lays down. You eyed the candle nearby but didn’t say a word. What you had planned next would surely surprise him. His hands grip the sheets as you give him a hand job. His size was impressive. You had to use both hands. He called all your pet names as you pleasured him. 

“Bello I want you to say my name once you’re there.”

“Yes tesoro..” He grunts.

You continue pleasuring him until he says your name. When he did, you grab the candle nearby. He is much too distracted to notice. When he felt the wax melting down his inner thighs and sack he definitely noticed. His eyes watered at the delicious feeling. You had him squirt in your other hand.

“So much..” You said in an impressed manner.

“Tesoro, that felt amazing..” He pants.

“I’m happy to see you enjoyed yourself, bello. Now you know how you make me feel..” You winked.

He sighed with a fond look on his face. He held out his arms for you to crawl in. Two pairs of arms wrapped around you while you kiss his face. Getting peppered with kisses made him feel extremely loved. You’ll be sure to give him more surprises in the future when he’s in your bedroom next time.

#kinktober #bruno x reader #moth bruno #moth bruno bucciarati #moth bruno x reader #not sfw #bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno bucellati x reader #female reader #jojo's bizzare adventure golden wind #jojo’s bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba smut #eventual smut

[whoreiaki-kakyoin]

Ok but do you think Bruno and Leone would be open to three way with y/n or no

I think they would! If it’s someone they’re both interested in, I think they’d be happy to explore adding a third person. When they get to know you, I think it’s exciting for both of them to realize they both feel an attraction to you. Just think how cute you’d look between them, flushed and begging as they kiss and tease you. Maybe they’d have you take both of their cocks at once…

They’d be thrilled if you were open to a threesome with them, because there’s so many things they can explore with you. They’ll happily indulge in rougher, kinkier fantasies with you, but there are also times they’ll treat you like their little treasure, whispering sweet pet names and encouragement, telling you how much they adore you as they fuck you senseless.

#got mail 💌 #i bleed ink #osha keep scrolling #naughty headcanons #Bruno 🖋✨ #Abbacchio 🖋✨ #bruno bucellati x reader #leone abbachio x reader #jjba x reader #jjba smut #mdni #minors dni

[brunos-gattina]

So requests are open and I was wondering if you could write something up with Bruno having a breeding kink, so he just comes home one day really stressed and decides to completely fill up his fem s/o (which is his wife) just because he can?🧎a fic or head canon is fine. mwah :*

Of course I can lovely! 😘 ENJOY!!

WARNINGS: Breeding kink, dirty talk, rough sex.

We all know Bruno's in the mafia so it's a given he will come home wanting to relieve his stress. One of the best ways for him to relieve that stress is to fuck his wife senseless.

He comes home one day while you're making dinner. You hear your front door open and you turn around to greet him while a smile. He doesn't reciprocate, but instead walks towards you. Once in front of you, he places his left hand on your lower back, pulling you closer to him.

You whimper as you feel his hard cock against you. "He must've had a bad day" you thought to yourself. You weren't complaining though.

Bruno wrapped his hands around your neck and he began kissing you. You pulled away, remembering you still had pasta cooking.

"Bruno, let's have dinner first."

"Dinner can wait, Cara". Bruno spun you around and forcefully pushed you down on the kitchen counter. He moaned at the thought of taking you right her, right now. Fucking you as your tight little cunt milked his throbbing cock.

Bruno pulled your jean shorts down your legs, your lace blue panties coming down with them. You could hear rustling behind you. You couldn't turn around though as Bruno had one hand holding your head down against the cold counter.

"Look how wet you are, dolcezza." Bruno moans, his dick prodding your slick cunt.

Bruno slams his cock inside your pussy without giving you a moment to adjust. You scream at the pain. "Fuck, Y/n. You always take my cock so well." Bruno says with a groan. You could tell he was already close as his thrust became sloppier.

After a few moments your pain turned into pleasure. His dick kissed your g-spot just the way you liked it. You're eyes rolled and your back arched. "F-Fuuuck." You moan lowly. You were moments away from your orgasm. You could see stars and your legs were trembling as Bruno fucked you mercilessly.

"That's it Y/n. Take my cock like the little puttana you are. Milk my cock for all it's worth." His words pushed you over the edge. Your vision went black and you screamed Bruno's name as your cunt fluttered around his length.

Bruno smirked at the sight of you losing yourself to him. You were so vulnerable and it was making it hard for him to keep his composure.

"Cum inside me Bruno." You say lazily. "P-Please!"

Bruno continued to shove his cock as far as he could inside your cunt. If he was going to breed you, he was going to do it right.

"Shiiit, Y/n." Bruno rammed into you one last time, his cum coating your womb. You could feel his dick twitching inside your pussy. He stayed like that for a while, making sure his cum didn't go to waste.

Bruno pulled his cock out of your dripping cunt and bent down. He noticed his cum leaking out of your cunt so Bruno took it upon himself to use his tongue to shove his cum back inside your pussy.

"Keep my cum inside, amore. You can do that for me right?" Bruno stands back up and slaps your ass before walking out of the kitchen and into your bedroom.

With you're mouth agape, you turn to the stove. The pasta is definitely overcooked. "Shit..." you whisper to yourself. "I should just order pizza."

Bruno with a breeding kink will be the death of me...

#anon asks #bruno bucellati x reader #bruno x reader #jojo x reader #jojos bizzare adventure vento aureo #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo golden wind #jojo smut

[overwhore-s]

Horny asks, you say? Well lucky for you, I would like to h/ld Mista's h/nd. But that's just unreasonably spicy, so instead: Mista, Bruno, Polnareff, and Kakyoin (aged up of course) with a hypersexual (gender neutral) S/O? I don't really mind what format you answer with (headcannons or drabble or w/e), and I couldn't find any limit for character requests, so please don't hesitate to just. Not write one or two, if it's too much- But thank you so much in advance, and remember to stay hydrated!! Being a horny bastard takes a lot outta you, I know from experience 😔✊

*chugs down a litre of water* Let’s gooo 

Mista, Bruno, Polnareff and Kakyoin with a Hypersexual GN!Reader (obvious NSFW)

Mista

Mista is like, the horniest. And if you happen to be just as thirsty as him? Well, it’s a match. 

You two are constantly annoying the hell out of Passione by being horny on main. Yes, even in public. Whether it be shameless flirting or forward touches, sometimes you can get totally carried away and cause a scene, which none of the boys or Trish are too happy about. 

If you want to go at it every day? No problem. It doesn’t matter if you’re on a mission, it’s happening. And if it doesn’t, well, all that pent-up sexual frustration is going to result in a reaaally long fucking session later. To make up for lost time. 

Marathon sex. 

Mista never stops at four rounds. Even if you’re both fucked out of your minds. There will be a fifth. 

Stop me if this is too much, but he like, really likes to hold your hand afterwards  🥺

Bruno

A lot of people depend on Bruno, which is why he’s constantly under a lot of stress. For him, sex is a means to unwind and relax (and also showing you how much he loves you by making sweet, sweet love to you) after a long day, and in most cases, he’s perfectly content with just one round. Also, he’s busy. So very busy, and it might just drive you crazy. 

Luckily, Bruno is very perceptive. He’ll quickly catch on if you’re unhappy about the lack of bedroom acitivties in your relationship, and will try to come up with a solution. 

One of them is having you on his lap while he’s working at his office. It sure doesn’t make his job any easier, but it makes you happy, which, by extension, makes him happy

Sometimes he just breaks and bends you over his desk, ngl

Hell yes to giving Bruno a blowjob under his desk while he’s stuck in a meeting

If he’s too tired before bed, he’ll just warm his cock in you. It’s a compromise. 

Actually makes sure you’re properly hydrated. 

Polnareff

The stereotype about Frenchmen being horny is definitely true in Polnareff’s case, so you might just be the right mademoiselle for him

Forget trying to find a toilet, his focus has shifted entirely to finding the nearest surface to fuck on. You’re all too eager to help him in his search. 

Polnareff just wants to clap your asscheeks but the sounds keep alerting enemy stand users to your location :C

Your flirting is obnoxious. Avdol is appalled. Joseph finds it hilarious. Jotaro just wants to punch the both of you. 

All jokes aside, the man has stamina and can easily satisfy you for the whole night. There’s always a competition who can last longer. 

He’s so incredibly turned on by you being thirsty non-stop. Like, a lesser man would be put off, bot not this guy. He likes to tease you by calling you unsatiable and a “Coq Gourmand” but he has it just as bad as you. 

*Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir intensifies* 

Kakyoin

Hell yes for Cherry Boy getting a permanently thirsty s/o. Early on in the relationship, he’s quite taken aback by you wanting to have sex with him so often - in a good way of course! - but he gradually builds up confidence.

If you’re attending college together, so many of your study sessions end up in fucking, that you have to purposefully avoid each other in order to pass exams lmao 

He’s got almost no time to play video games thanks to you :C 

In terms of stamina, he’s pretty average, which is why he actually prefers to let you top him, as you have enough energy for the both of you. Not that he can’t be dominant - he’s perfectly good at it, actually - but like, subby Kakyoin. *sighs dreamily*

Kinky boi. It’s a bit of a secret, but he would not mind one bit if you tried to sex him up in public. 

Same as Polnareff, he thinks you’re actually very hot for being horny on main. 

Lives for all the blowjobs. Definitely will return the favor. 

#jjba x reader #jjba golden wind x reader #jjba stardust crusaders x reader #guido mista x reader #mista x you #bruno bucellati x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno x you #jean pierre polnareff x reader #polnareff x reader #polnareff x you #noriaki kakyoin x reader #kakyoin x reader #kakyoin x you #thank you anon for this wonderful ask that i had the absolute time of my life writing #i'm now going to properly hydrate myself #thirst hours #jjba smut #if my boyfriend finds this blog he's probably going to cry

[mila-uchiha]

That Bruno fic was so good!! 😳 I’d love to request a nsfw part 2 but only if you want to.

Bruno Bucciarati x Reader *NSFW

prompt: “will you sleep with me? i know how that sounds i just mean- i feel safe when you’re there"

a/n: hi every1!! the first half of this fic is actually the same as the sfw version found here, only this one is nsfw towards the end,, same prompt n everything! enjoy<3

warnings: NSFW, swearing, oral fem receiving, overstimulation, praise kink, multiple orgasms, biting during sex, slightly rough sex

word count: 2.8k

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It had been two days in the hotel room.

Bucciarati was used to monitoring you and being sent on jobs that involved being your own personal bodyguard. With your father being a high rank in Passione, your safety was constantly on the line, making you familiar with 'bodyguard' Bruno very well.

Usually, he would keep watch and protect you from your house, making sure not to invade your personal space or even come into your room. His job remained outside as he would stand there, for hours at a time just to ensure your safety.

"I'm just doing my job, y/n," he would say, but something always felt caring about him.

This time however, you were ambushed in public, mentally scarred and wounded which influenced your father's immediate decision to have you stay in one of the mafia's most prestigious hotel rooms.. With Bruno as your bodyguard..... In a room with only one bed.

The past two days had been fine. Bruno slept on the small, uncomfortable couch and you learned more about him than you ever knew before, having a few deep convos since you two had nothing else to do but talk (I mean you were ordered to stay inside the room). Then again, you saw him as nothing more than your dad's colleague. A young, handsome colleague, at that, but still just a work partner, and you knew how messy his work got.

Tonight, however, was especially hard for you. You hadn't had time to process the way you were hurt. Your body ached for the past two days, bruises covering you, but besides that, Bruno usually was really good at distracting you and completely gaining all your attention.

Tonight was a little different because you couldn't stop replaying the way you were grabbed and hurt by rival mafia members and for once, you felt scared. Really scared. Bucciarati was there with you in public when it happened, but he just couldn't make it in time, making you to wonder if more instances like that would happen again as your anxiety grew.

You, however, weren't about to present a whole sob story for him. You two had gotten really close in the past two days, but you still felt that this was strictly business and you would never break down in front of him.

As you grabbed your towel and headed to the bathroom in the hotel room to take a shower, you noticed Bruno side-eyeing you from the couch,

"Why are you so quiet tonight, y/n?" He could tell something was up.

"Dunno, just want to take a shower. I'm really tired."

You shut the bathroom door before he could even reply, locking it as you turned on the shower and hopped inside, feeling the hot water soothe your aches. You weren't usually an emotional person but in this moment, this one moment you got alone, you let it all go, crying as your voice was muffled from the running water.

-

It had been half an hour before you realized how long you were inside the bathroom, following a knock at the door from Bruno.

"Y/n? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" You shouted back. "Do you need to shower?"

"Yeah but I can wait, take your time."

You turned off the shower to dry yourself, wrap your towel around you and open the bathroom door to let Bruno go inside to shower. You walked out in nothing but your towel, your nose red and eyes puffy from crying, before Bruno broke the silence grabbing your shoulders making you face him as you struggled to make eye contact,

"Wait y/n. Where are you running to? I can tell you're not okay." He announced as his hands rested on your bare shoulders. "I'm here to help you know."

This made you finally stare directly at him. He sounded like he cared. Yet you still didn't want to break down in front of him. You nodded to show him that you understood, as you walked off to grab your pjs to change into. He sighed and went into the bathroom, saying nothing more as he turned on the water while you began getting into bed.

By the time he was out, you were already wrapped in the thick blankets from the hotel, your back facing towards him as he walked towards the bed, shirtless, in nothing but grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips.

"Talk to me, y/n. What's wrong?"

"Not feeling to talk."

"Are you feeling to do anything else? We can order some drinks to the room. Would you like that?"

You shook your head. You weren't feeling to have a long, deep conversation with him right now; all you wanted was guaranteed safety. That, and sleep.

Tears began to roll down your eyes silently, from the overwhelming amount of emotions you were experiencing as you faced the other way, your back towards him.

"Okay. Well let me know," he said as he walked to the light switch, dimmed the lights and headed to the couch, ready to get under the blanket and sleep. Your body finally turned to face him, allowing him to see your puffy eyes and red nose underneath the tears that fell, his concern growing as you spoke,

"Bruno."

"Yes, amore?"

Amore. Your heart fluttered. His eyes turned towards you, a worrying expression growing on his face. You craved his touch. You craved his comfort. And for once, you let him know.

"Will you sleep with me? I know how that sounds I just mean- I feel safe when you’re there."

He paused, before grinning from your request and walking over, his hands pulling down the blanket on the bed so he could slip under and join you, still leaving a distance between you two on the large king sized bed.

"Is this good?" He said, sitting up as he watched you lie down, your entire body engulfed from the blanket and duvet.

"I- I meant closer," you mumbled, your eyes looking up at him, your nerves kicking in. Were you being too forward? Were you over doing it? Lucky for you though, you got your answer.

"I thought you'd never ask," he chuckled as he inched his body closer to yours, resting his head on your same pillow while his arms wrapped around you, pulling you in to lie on his chest.

This was a new feeling. For somebody you once thought of as 'security', you were now wrapped in his arms, silently sobbing into his neck as your legs entangled themselves into his. His hands caressed your head and cheek while he lay on his back, whispering to you as you cried,

"Shhh, it's okay, I'm right here."

After a few minutes, the silence was deafening in the room as you two just held each other, appreciating the reciprocated warmth. You were tired but the way he was holding you, giving you goosebumps like this made you felt this energy. An energy that made you forget you were tired. An energy that craved distraction.

You felt your leg brush over the bulge in his grey sweatpants as you adjusted yourself while wrapped in his arms. You looked up at him, extremely nervous but so filled with this new feeling of lust for Bruno, you communicated these feelings right away without even thinking,

"Bruno-" You paused. "I don't really want to sleep yet."

"Really? Not tired amore?" He answered back.

"I just... n-need a distraction." Your eyes looked down as you struggled to form a sentence.

"What kind of distraction?" He asked curiously. He knew exactly what you meant but he wouldn't jump to conclusions immediately.

"Dunno..." You took a deep breath, gazing up at him once more. You allowed your eyes to trail down to his lips, causing him to do the same as the atmosphere became heated. He lifted his hand to meet your cheek,

"Show me what you mean."

And before you knew it your lips met his in a peck at first before you slowly pulled away, compelling him to grab the back of your head and push his lips onto yours. The kisses became more heated as you felt his tongue brushing against yours, your hand moving to his chest. He finally pulled away leaving you breathless as he spoke,

"If you want to feel good I can make you feel good, you know." The shadows on his face became prominent from the dim orange light in the hotel room as his words made your lustful desires grow.

You blushed. Before you could even answer he sat up, getting on top of you as he pressed his growing bulge onto your crotch making you whimper.

"Then do it," you said, as if he wasn't already planning on giving you the best distraction ever. "Make me feel good."

His lips met yours once again, as he slowly rocked up and down allowing you to feel what was throbbing under his sweatpants. His hands reached for your pants, tugging at them as if to tell you he wanted those off, breaking the kiss. He then slid them down and off along with your pantie, leaving you completely bare as your legs were spread.

"Fuck. This is all I've wanted, you know." He groaned. "Spread out like this for me." His hand then gripped around your shirt, lifting it up to expose your braless tits as he admired them in awe. He began placing his tongue on your left nipple circling it, making you moan gently as you wanted more from him.

"So fucking pretty." He looked you in your eyes. "Please let me taste you," he pulled away, awaiting your response as you stared back, thinking 'fuck it', before nodding.

His lips then trailed down your stomach as his hands pinned your legs to the bed before he was face to face with your pussy, admiring it up close.

"So wet. For me?" He teased before placing a gentle kiss on your clit, forcing your hips to buckle up. You wanted him so badly. This made him grin as he placed his tongue on your clit and began licking all the way down, letting moans escape your mouth every so often. His tongue then started flicking your clit back and forth, your moans getting louder as you felt more vulnerable, moaning his name.

"O-hhh fuck, Bruno,,, Ye-s"

He then lifted up as his finger rested on your clit, continuing what he started as he spoke,

"Fuck I love seeing you like this. Do you know how hard my cock is right now?"

You pouted. "I want it inside me. Please."

He laughed. "Be patient amore, you'll get it."

His tongue met your clit again, flicking it so fast you couldn't form sentences and you were approaching your orgasm so fast you were shocked at how good he was at this. Your hands were running through his black hair and before you knew it, you were cumming as his mouth rested on your clit, sucking gently, and decreasing the pace of his tongue.

His lips immediately rose to meet yours, kissing you passionately letting his tongue interlace yours.

"Whose mouth just made you cum?" He teased, grinning at you waiting for you to say his name.

"Yours." You mumbled.

"Whose?"

"Bruno's"

"That's right, good girl," he said before his thumb met your sensitive clit once more, rubbing fast as he overstimulated you, your legs shaking roughly under his touch.

"Oh,, fuck Bru-no, wait,, I c-an't" You begged.

"Shhh, shhh. Take it for me." His eyes gazed directly into yours as the pace of his finger increased violently, bringing you to another orgasm within seconds while he watched your moans escape your mouth.

"Need to see you cum again. Right now," he explained.

And with that you came once more, shaking and moaning so loud you were convinced you had woken up the people in the neighboring hotel rooms. He kissed your lips passionately again, as his throbbing cock, confined in his sweatpants, rested on your swollen clit.

"Fuck," you thought to yourself. How did he just make you cum twice in a row like that. One minute you were sobbing, the next he was working wonders on your clit, almost as if he had been waiting to do this. Not that you were complaining, though because you knew you wanted more.

"How's it fair that I came twice already and you haven't even taken off your sweatpants?" You pulled away from the kiss. Bruno laughed.

"Needy girl, you can have my cock now if you want. If you're not too tired?"

"Please. I still want it."

"Do you?"

"Please Bruno. J-just fuck me."

He watched your begging as he smirked, planting a soft kiss on your lips before pulling down his sweatpants, making his cock spring free. You stared in awe. It was around 8/9 inches with a slight curve and you felt your clit throbbing once more as you stared at it along with the prominent v line he had.

"You think you can take it all?" He stared at you.

You nodded, nervous as you stared at his huge dick and sensitive from the way he made you cum, but all the worries slipped away as he leaned close to you, placing his cock at your entrance and sliding in slowly, feeling every part of your walls gripped around it.

"Oh fuc-k." He was groaning as his whole cock finally fit inside, your moans returning once again as he began thrusting in and out deeply, weak from your pussy. His speed remained slow as he rammed his cock into you letting it kiss your cervix as your hands gripped around his back, your fingernails leaving marks. His lips met your neck, before biting your shoulder hard from every slow thrust he did, all while groaning from the way your pussy felt.

You noticed him biting you as you felt the passion he was showing; he was making love to you. Before you could say anything, he spoke, letting you know how he felt,

"Your pussy," He pulled out before thrusting deeply and roughly into you again, making you let out a small scream.

"Is," He pulled out and thrusted hard again.

"The tightest," Another hard thrust.

"Pussy I've ever felt."

His pace increased suddenly as he began fucking you hard and deeply, making your moans heavy and loud, echoing in the hotel room. Your fingernails clawed at his back, gripping onto him while hit your g spot so perfectly with the slight curve of his dick.

"Fee-ls so good, Br-uno," you could barely form sentences. You were literally malfunctioning from this man ramming his cock into you as you moaned louder than you ever have, but suddenly, he pulled out, confusing you.

"What are you do-?" You asked as he cut you off, lifting you up and off the bed as you straddled your legs around him. He walked over to the couch in the hotel room, sitting down and turning you around to make your back face him, before inserting his cock into you as you both sat upright, his left hand gripping your waist and his right hand gently around your neck.

"Just wanted to have you like this for me." He said as his cock was motionless, the entire thing stuffed in your pussy.

"Bruno," you whimpered. The pleasure you were feeling was intense.

His left hand met your clit once more as he began rubbing it, your legs shaking from the sensitive feeling, when he began thrusting in and out again while you sat on his cock. You were moaning, showing him you couldn't cum again and you couldn't take it, but before you could tell him, he was already consoling you,

"It's okay, take it for me. I said I was gonna make you feel good, you know."

His thrusts were fast and deep, bringing you to your third orgasm of the night as your walls clenched around him, cumming on his throbbing cock.

"Oh fuck,, fuck you just came on my cock." His pace increased even faster. "Gonna cum inside you, yeah?" You nodded, disoriented from the way he made you cum until he did one last thrust, his cum filling you up inside as he was groaning and swearing.

He lifted you off his cock, getting a towel from the bathroom immediately to wipe the cum that was dripping out of you as he lay you on the bed after, still completely naked. He crawled under the covers while also not wearing anything, and came behind you to spoon you, kissing your neck from behind,

"You know," he paused. "I just marked you with my cum." He grinned, knowing he was leaving you satisfied, in better spirits surely. You hummed, before speaking,

"Never been fucked that good." He chuckled before planting a kiss on your cheek and pulling you in tightly.

"You should get some rest. We still have tomorrow and the day after that." He smiled as the room became quiet, the two of you ready to drift off to sleep as you broke that silence for the last time,

"Gonna ask my dad to make you my bodyguard more often."

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