JJBA Oneshots

⚠Whats my Name - Bruno x Reader (NSFW)⚠

Bruno had sent the rest of Passione on a small mission so that he could focus his attention on you temporarily. He starved for your touch, and since the gang was always home, he could never get that one-on-one special time with you. You, on the other hand, were completely unaware and innocent in this entire situation. You and Bruno had been dating for a little over a year and a half now, and you'd both done "it" before, but it was a rare occurrence anymore. Your boyfriend was too busy babysitting the Italian Mafia he'd formed when he completed the objective of defeating the Boss.

In the kitchen you prepared to cook for the many hungry monsters that would be arriving later tonight. Assuming Bruno was up to some sort of Capo-related business, you decided against bothering him. Something big must've been going on. You hummed a tune as you grooved and danced around the kitchen, grabbing ingredients to cook up some Alfredo pasta. For dessert? Everyone's favorite, Cassata cake. If there was one thing that the group of misfits loved more than Bruno, it was definitely the creamy-strawberry cake that you were oh-so-good at baking. 

As you were oblivious to the form of your boyfriend who was watching you with a smile from the corner, you nearly tripped over your own feet. To your surprise, he stepped out from the shadows and caught you. 

"Mi amore, why don't we spend some time since the rest of the gang's gone?" 

His sultry tone was more than enough to get you riled, and you glanced at him with big eyes. 

"Bruno, you know I have to cook for them. I'll have to listen to Mista and the Sex Pistols complain endlessly if I don't have food on the table by the time they get home. Be patient, Capo." 

The way you teased Bruno with his title always turned him on. He couldn't resist his beautiful girlfriend who seemed too distracted by her cooking; the way her hips swayed as she moved, her (h/c) (h/l) hair flowing behind her...Everything was so angelic about her. Silently praising the Gods above for this gift of Heaven he'd received.

Sneakily, Bruno trapped you against the counter, hands placed firmly at either side of you to prevent you from escaping. You gave a whine as you tried to duck under his arms, but he only blocked you with a knee. 

"Bruno, come on, quit being horny and let me finish what I'm going," You sported a faux-frown as Bruno stared at you, flustering at your word choice. He wouldn't give up this easily. The gang would be gone for long enough, and what he needed, was you.

"Bambina, they won't be back until later tonight. You have hours to cook for them. Better to finish it later than now, and risk letting it sit out until it gets cold." 

You sighed, understanding where your boyfriend's point was coming from. He awaited your response, yearning for you to give in to his desires. He ducked to your smaller form, pressing hasty kisses against your neck. Though you didn't think this was the exact 'place' for things to unravel, you didn't object. The attention felt wonderful. Being able to be as loud, as romantic, as passionate, as you pleased. No Narancia and Fugo to argue, no Mista to interrupt, no Abbacchio in need of consoling or bustling around for a new bottle of wine. Just you and your lover.

"Bruno, don't you think we should at least take this somewhere else?" You whispered in-between slight breathy moans. Bruno lifted your petite figure around him, allowing for you to wrap your legs around his torso, giving you small forehead kisses as he carried you into his bedroom. The gang knew you both had been in a relationship, but they also figured you kept it 'professional'. They never felt such a well-kept Bruno would have such primal desires. 

Bruno, being the absolute tease he was, unzipped the collar of his uniform, slowly discarding his clothing. You watched in amusement as he maintained eye contact with you, his cobalt eyes meeting your (e/c) ones. You rolled your eyes, getting up and helping him with the remainder of his clothing, gently tracing the black tattoo that decorated his chest. The feeling of his toned abs shifting underneath your touch, Bruno gave a small shudder.