Summary:
Oh no. You've wronged Passione and Bruno's been sent to kidnap you, now you're all blindfolded and tied up and and - and you're gonna fuck him aren't you? Of course you are.
Notes:
TWs: light bondage, deep throating, d/s themes, degradation
I feel like a lot of smut I read about team bucciarati in general is of the reader being kidnapped. Good thing I'm basic.
Word count: 1900
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You were a hired assassin who usually only killed when you knew it wouldn't get you into bother. This time around though, you needed the extra cash and what this customer had offered was plenty and more. Previously you'd sworn off getting involved in shady business deals like killing mafia but your target wasn't someone high up so you were sure it would be fine.
As you sat there, tied to the chair with a blindfold covering your eyes, you could confirm it was not fine.
Someone else entered the room and you wildly whipped your head around trying to hear their footsteps better. "Who's there?"
"Woah there, easy now." It was a man's voice, quite a deep one too. "There's no need to get distressed. Call me Bruno Bucciarati. Here we like to give our hostages the benefit of the doubt." That translated to: we won't torture you as long as you tell us everything.
"We? There's someone else here?"
"No but the boss will be arriving soon, he's a bit less forgiving than me." A hand hovered near your face and your blindfold was ripped off. Sat opposite you was a man in a white suit that screamed mafioso. He was quite attractive too but you scolded yourself for thinking that of your kidnapper. "Make this easy and cooperate," he gently caressed your face after pulling the blindfold away, "understand?"
By some unseen force of nature you found yourself actually nodding, the way this guy said things made you feel like you were melting into a puddle. But you had to focus, as you were about to speak you felt something poke through your throat and all of a sudden you were coughing up... fingers!
"Truth is, I already know the truth, I just need a confession."
"Are these what I think they are?" You tried to spit out as much drool as possible to rid your mouth of the taste. Anything else inside your mouth right now would be a welcome intrusion.
"That depends, what do you think they are?" Bruno leaned forward until his face was inches from yours, his eyes scanned all over like they were searching for something. "Just so you know, that was just a taste of what I can do. I can fit almost anything inside your mouth. Sliding something between your jaws would be child's play."
Defying all logic, your body actually reacted to his words. Already you could feel heat pooling in your stomach and your brain was going frazzled. Jesus christ this guy was genuinely turning you on. Was he doing it on purpose?
"So what'll it be?"
"I think they're fingers." He stopped searching your face and looked you dead in the eyes. "Fingers belonging to the mafioso I murdered." Once the words left your lips there was no taking them back.
Upon saying this, Bruno licked a wet stripe up your cheek and you might've moaned if you hadn't bit your tongue. "This is the taste of someone who is telling the truth. And here I was, thinking this would be harder."
In the most innocent-nonchalant combo you could muster, you said, "Are you really a human lie detector or was that just an excuse to get close to me?"
His eyebrows raised and his eyes raked over your entire body. It made you feel like you were being assessed yet his gaze was hot on your skin. He smirked, "in truth I was hoping you'd say something along those lines."
