JJBA x Reader One-Shots

{NSFW} Behind Closed Doors - Bruno x Reader

Requested by:  Dihdihdihdihdihpuh

Warnings: this is smut, so you should prolly skip it if you're not into that

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"Bruno," you whine.

He places his hand over your mouth. "Hush, mi tesoro. We don't want everyone else to overhear."

His voice is barely a whisper in your ear. His sweet tone is a stark contrast to the harsh way in which he drives his hips into yours. Your hands scramble to find something, anything to hold onto while Bruno fucks you into oblivion. The wood of his desk doesn't offer much for you to grasp.

Bruno watches your hands tighten into fists, knuckles turning white against the wood. He taunts you with the way he runs one of his hands along your sides - a torturous up and down that has you squirming beneath him. Bruno's palms are soft and smooth on your skin. You prickle with goosebumps.

You can't grab him, or else you would. But he has you bent forward and away from him while his hips drive into you from behind. The meat of your thighs presses against the edge of his desk so hard that it's starting to hurt. You're nervous the skin will bruise. You might voice these concerns if the pain outweighed the pleasure you were receiving.

It never did. Never with Bruno.

Even at your most desperate and depraved, the pain Bruno delivered was delicious.

Another moan is stifled by the hand he's yet to remove from your mouth. This displeases Bruno; he shows his distaste for your disobedience by pressing his cock as deep as it will go and stilling. You whine into his hand again. This angle allows Bruno to reach as deep as he can possibly go. His cock nudges your cervix, presses it so hard you think it'll bruise. You feel overwhelmingly full. It's intoxicating.

His chest presses firmly against your back. His skin sticks to yours, heat and sweat mingling. The air in Bruno's office is thick. The silence feels oppressive.

"Quiet," he hisses. "Your capo commands you."

It's a command you feel emboldened to disobey.

His hips begin to move again, but his body remains atop you. His pace has changed; his hips are slow, his thrusts deep. Each time his cock probes inside of you, his tip kisses your cervix. Your lungs feel like empty cavities in your chest, air eluding you. It's like Bruno's cock has filled all of the space inside of you until nothing else remains.

You inhale when his hips draw back. Exhale when they push forward again.

The lack of oxygen is making you lightheaded.

And yet, you push your hips back to desperately chase Bruno's every departure from your needy cunt. You want him - need him. There's an insatiability in your movements. There would be desperation in your voice, too, were Bruno willing to give it back to you.

Except, he doesn't. And you know why.

Soft footsteps pad through the hall. Someone walks past the door of Bruno's office. It's shut - thank God - but these walls aren't soundproof. One wrong move and whoever it is knows what's happening beyond the closed door.

For a moment, you're thankful for the palm pressed against your lips. Bruno's grip is firm; there's no chance of you squeaking out any lewd sounds. Despite the person in the hall, the slow rhythm of Bruno's hips never falters. It makes it all the more difficult to keep quiet.

"You're doing so good for me, tesoro." His voice drips like honey. "So obedient for your capo."

Your head swirls. The praise shoots between your thighs, makes you gush around the intrusion that is Bruno's cock. Your clit pulses with longing. You wish you could reach it.