JoJo's Bizarre Oneshots

Bruno x Reader: {Leaving You}

Your eyes were heavy with satisfaction as Bruno's steady heart gently beat against your ear. His slender fingers brushed through your disheveled hair (a work his own doing). Your hand rested on his bare chest, rising and falling with each warm breath. His calm, almost whispy voice broke the silence, "I have to go..."

You looked up at your lover, his gaze avoiding yours. You let a single digit graze the beauty of his midnight locks, "Do you?"

Bruno's eyes drooped. He never liked leaving you. In fact, he hated it. He dreaded having to leave you alone; prey to potential predators. His—dare I say—occupation was dangerous. Sometimes Bruno wondered why the hell he put you through all this, why he insisted on having you in miserable life.

"Bruno," your lulling voice silenced his thoughts, his sapphire eyes meeting yours. Your flushed lips formed the gentlest of smiles, "I'll be fine."

He chuckled, amazed once again by your careful perception. He tucked a few rouge hairs behind your ear, your thick lashes slowly blinking. "You know where the gun is right?" he said with a slight smirk.

You rolled your eyes with a playful smirk of your own, "Yes, sir."

Bruno rose from his position, his cheeks slightly tingling from the brush of your naked torso against his. You sat up and pulled the covers to temporarily clothe your nude form. Your gaze followed Bruno as he gathered his garments, shamelessly admiring the toned nature of his body. Sure he was lean, but he still had a myriad of muscles that made up for it, including a set of nicely defined abs.

Once dressed, he made his way back to you His large hand brushed and cupped your cheek. You nuzzled into it, savoring its homely warmth. His expression looked so gentle, so vulnerable. Your body warmed as you realized only you would ever see this side of the Italian gangster. Bruno leaned down giving your supple lips two distinct kisses: a faint butterfly kiss and a deep, lingering kiss that made your cheeks turn a deep ruby.

He robbed you of his lips, his thumb grazing your blushing cheek as those deep blue eyes stared down at you, "I love you..."

No matter how many times you heard him utter those three little words, your heart would flutter every time, "I love you too, Bruno."

He smiled and made his way to the front door, the sounds of his steps filling the quiet air. Bruno looked back at you, his hand hesitating at the knob.

"Go on, Mr. Buccellati," you playfully shooed him off, "Get."

His lips curved in a small grin, taking in your beauty once more before taking his departure. Almost immediately, the air turned stale and silent. Your lips quivered, the reminiscent sensation of his kiss making the room feel that much warmer...