JJBA x Readers Volume 2

Bruno Hotel Fun

PRIMA COLAZIONE

Giggling and panting from the giddy run up the stairs, you stumbled to the hotel door, almost being ploughed into it by your boyfriend drunkenly continuing to walk despite you stopping. Patting down his suit jacket, the man leant over you, gracefully trying to cram the card into the slit lengthways. You took his wrist, positioning it the other way as best you could so the card would slot in. Laughs were all that came out of your mouths between pants and kisses, arms fumbling to find the other's body. He opened the door, slurring a "Ladies first," before letting you both in and locking it in its frame. Slipping off his shoes and stripping, he had retired to bed within minutes to cook up a hangover, unlike you, who didn't drink too much. Left snoring in tandem until the morning, you were a little disappointed there was no intimacy during your night, but the fact he took time away from his crazy missions to take you on holiday said millions.

A groggy groan left your boyfriend's mouth as he squinted at the clock. The numbers read 7:30, meaning you hadn't slept that long.
"Ohhh, mia testa..." he moaned, clutching his pained head with his hand. Bucciarati rolled over to face the other way, shifting his weight onto his hip instead. The pain was central to his skull and digging in like a knife. Large hands began frisking you in his bleary-eyed state, surprised to find your pyjamas were on but he was practically bare. Wiggling your bum a little, you snuggled further into his warmth, preparing to snooze a little longer. Instead, he shuffled round some more, guts churning from a night on the lash.
"What is it you want?" you mumbled, determined not to let him pull you from the land of nod. "Why are you moving round so much?" Kissing his cheek, you clambered over him to find your handbag with emergency neurofen in, passing it to him with water. You decided since you were up, you would get dressed and enjoy breakfast. If he wanted to sit out, you didn't care, he decided to abuse alcohol. "Bruno, I'm going downstairs to get some breakfast, do you want anything?" Peering over your shoulder, you noticed the ebony bobbed male didn't move, thinking about what he wanted.

"Oh, but I warn you, the pastries will be a bit shit. We're in America, you should try pancakes."
"....No, amore. I'll manage. Grazie."
"Alright, but don't moan when you go hungry!" To be completely honest, his stomach was absolutely churning from last nights festivities. Once you left, he decided he would kip for another hour, and then make it up to you – Sober. Bruno didn't usually drink to get pissed, but last night was an exception since he was letting his hair down. Gracefully spreading out, he lay with his eyes shut, head banging a racket in his brain.