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Late Nights With Bruno || Bruno x Chubby!Fem!Reader || an attempt at a lemon lol

We did it, babes! We hit 1k reads! I love each and everyone of you, and I'm grateful for the time you spend reading my silly little one-shots! Anyway, to celebrate this milestone, I finally got a request, and it's a very good one! Thank you, BrooklynMorris4 for this request, and I hope you like it!

**This is my first time writing a lemon, so be patient with me, alright?**

Yeah, this is a lemon. If you don't like those, I'd suggest you skip out on this one, alright? Cool!

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"Ow!" You say, rubbing your arm. You've been sore all day, and your joints have been stiff; your back aches, your arms are popping every other second, and your shoulders hurt terribly. "You okay?" Narancia asks you, his eyebrows turned up in worry. "Yeah, I'm fine, just hurting a bit." You sigh, and Narancia nods, waving at you. 

"I'm gonna head to bed; why are you still up?" Narancia asks, and you sigh, staring at the door once again for the hundredth time. "Waiting for Bucciarati?" He asks, and you nod, grabbing your blanket on the couch, pulling it over yourself. "He'll be here soon, I promise; he wouldn't leave you waiting here." Trish turns out the lights in the kitchen, giving you a tight hug. "Thanks, Trish." You smile, and she waves at you, grabbing Narancia's hand and leading him upstairs.

"I really do miss him." You say to yourself, and cuddle up in the blankets, grabbing a magazine off of the coffee table and flipping through the pages. You stare at the models in the book, and feel hurt, knowing you don't look like them. You almost start to close the book, but you remember what Bucciarati says to you whenever you get hard on yourself for looking the way you are.

"La bellezza sta dentro e tu ce l'hai, piccola." 

You smile, and cuddle the pillow Bruno bought you for your birthday this year. Just then, the door opens, and you whip your head around. Bruno closes the door, setting down his umbrella and bringing the bags of food to the kitchen counter. "Bruno!" You smile, jumping up and running to hug him. "Y/N, my love. How have you been?" He smiles, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"I've been missing you." You smirk, and Bucciarati laughs, his sweet voice carrying throughout the living room. "Aww, I've been missing you too, baby." He smiles again, and kisses your neck. You gasp, and Bruno steps back, a smirk resting on his face. "You're so cute when you gasp like that." He mutters, and you blush violently, turning to look at the ground. "Bruno Bucciarati!--" You hit him playfully, and he smiles softly.

"Sorry, my love. I love playing around with you like that sometimes." He says, and you shake your head, rubbing your neck. "Is everything okay?" Bucciarati asks, unbuttoning his shirt. "Yeah; I'm just aching really bad today. I think it was the workout I tried to do." You say, and he stares at you from across the counter. "Can I help you in any way?" He asks, and you nod.

"Could you give me a massage? Yours are the best." You smile, and Bruno smiles happily, walking around to your side of the counter, hugging your from behind. "Of course. I'd love to." He smiles gently, and you kiss his arm. "Move over to the couch, baby; I'll bring some wine and cheese." He says, and you laugh.

"I don't need cheese; it makes me look worse." You say, and Bruno looks at you, his eyebrows furrowed. "You don't look bad, Y/N; stop saying that. You're beautiful!" He spreads his arms out in annoyance, and you nod, blushing. "Sorry, Bruno." You rub your arm in embarrassment. "Don't be sorry, baby. I know you want to lose weight, but don't force yourself. You're beautiful to me, anyway." Bucciarati says, bringing the charcuterie board with cheeses over.