We Fell in Love in October [Bruno Bucciarati x reader]

Bruno's room

I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter. I don't think I was in the right 'mood' to write it so I think it feels a bit forced :(

I also wrote it in daytime which I usually don't do with these sorts of chapters >_<

Side note: once again, I am using google translate so I accept that some of the names may be wrong so please feel free to correct me ^_^

Dolcezza mia - my sweet
Puttana - whore

'You put the dress away, refolding it and placing the lid back on the box, before hiding it in one of your draws.

"Coming!" You called as you moved to open the door.'

You hesitated but then opened it to reveal Bucciarati leaning against the door frame.

"Ahh...sorry, it was the dress for the celebration tomorrow..." You scratched the back of your head awkwardly and smiled up at him.

He sighed loudly.

"I suppose that makes sense..." he muttered and you raised your eyebrow.

'Is something wrong?' You studied his face but he wasn't giving you any clues.

"You'll probably want to keep it secret until the actual time, but are you pleased with it?" He pushed away from the frame and stood up in front of you.

A smile naturally crossed your face.

"Yes. I'm very happy with it." You laughed and shook your hands to express your excitement.

Bruno remained quiet for a bit.

"...is something wrong?" You asked slowly, being careful of how you trod. Bucciarati narrowed his eyes at you and inspected you carefully making you furrow your brow and cock your head to the side.

He shook his head and relaxed. "It's nothing, (y/n)." He looked quickly up and down the hallway before stepping forwards, forcing you to step back as to not bump into him.

"Bucciarati, what are you doing?" You stumbled back into your room as he closed the door firmly behind him. Without replying he walked forward, keeping his face blank and you felt the back of your legs hit your bed.

If this had been earlier, you would've been much more embarrassed as a result of your messy room however, the sun had now almost entirely disappeared, leaving the room cast in a dark shade of blue. You checked the small clock on the wall which read 7:35p.m..

Just as you were about to fall back onto the bed, his arm smoothly wrapped around you, preventing you from falling. His other hand grasped your chin firmly, holding it between his thumb and index finger.

"Just a little touch starved, is all..." He muttered before diving down and capturing your lips with his own.

It took a few seconds for you to comprehend what was going on but once you did you lifted your hand to guide his fingers through your hair.

As you parted, you looked up into Bucciarati's eyes. His lips were plump and he was breathing deeply, his cheeks were ever so slightly flushed and his pupils were blown out, focusing solely on you.

His mouth lifted into a licentious grin as he lowered his head to your neck.

"Can you satisfy me?" He drawled out lowly.

You gulped and gripped the material of his clothes tighter.

"I can do more than satisfy." You gave him a sultry smirk which made Bruno chuckle darkly.