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‎‧₊˚✧ Signed With A Home Tattoo ✧˚₊‧

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⤷ Nagumo Yoichi x Fem!Tattooist!Reader

˗ˏˋ WC; 3.6k ´ˎ˗

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The faint buzz of the machine in her hand hummed around the room, her legs crossed on the ground and her back hunched over the small table situated in the middle of the room — a position that wasn’t particularly ideal to be in for a long period of time. A dull ache was starting to spread throughout her body, yet she simply ignored the developing pain with the occasional promise to herself that she would stretch her form once the shading in this area was complete. However, her words proved to be a lie each time that she voiced them in her mind, and instead she continued to drag the needle through the soft, fake skin settled in front of her. The only time she would retract the machine and push her body out of its tense state was to reach out to the roll of paper towels whenever she needed a fresh sheet to dab at the excess ink, although it provided little relief in comparison to what a simple click of her bones would do.

Nothing could distract (Y/n) from the focus she had on practising her abilities, not even the familiar, excited greeting that was loud enough to cover the noisy buzz erupting from the machine.

“Hellooo!”

She didn’t need to glance up from table to determine that the voice belonged to Nagumo; he didn’t even need to announce his presence for her to already know that it was him. The man entered her home so freely and often that she simply knew it would be him whenever the front door opened, although she couldn’t exactly remember when she gave him a spare key to do so.

When she continued to refuse to acknowledge him despite his greeting, Nagumo hummed and leaned his tall frame over the table to inspect the task that had gained her full attention. “If I ask what you’re doing will I get an answer?”

“Practising.”

“And does your boss know that you took all of this stuff home to do that?” He challenged back in a teasing tone.

“You mean the stuff that I payed for with my own money? I would hardly consider taking my own property home an offence that could get me fired.” (Y/n) muttered and finally allowed her eyes to flicker up, which only made his smile brighten when they settled on him.

“I’m kidding! I know you would never steal!” Nagumo spoke with a wave of his hand. “Someone like me couldn’t have a girlfriend that was capable of committing such a crime.”

“Speaking of crime, my sweet, innocent boyfriend,” She began through gritted teeth, turning the machine off to silence the consistent hum it produced. “How many people did you kill today to get all that blood on your shirt?”

He blinked a few times, that bright grin still present on his face as he took a glimpse down at the crimson stain on his white shirt — not large, but definitely visible enough. Nagumo peered back up to meet her unimpressed glare, his head tilting to the side with his eyes fluttering shut. “Looks like I’m about to be told off again! Ready whenever you are, darling!”

(Y/n) sighed; she had scolded him so many times throughout their relationship for his work that he didn’t even bother to create an excuse or some kind of ridiculous joke anymore. He just expected it now, nodding and humming at her each time in a way that suggested he was listening to her concerns, yet she knew he wasn’t at all. The smears of blood that he would occasionally return home with on his skin and clothes whenever he decided to impulsively visit her straight after a mission were enough to prove that.

“Just take it off.” She huffed and dropped the machine down with a soft clatter, tugging off the gloves on her hands before tossing them to the side.

“I just got here and you’re already making me take off my clothes? You must have really missed me!” Nagumo exclaimed in playful disbelief. He shrugged his black jacket off his shoulders and reached a hand out to loosen the tie around his neck, never once ceasing his mindless chattering as he slipped each button out of position on his shirt. “I missed you too, obviously! That’s why I came straight from work to see you.”

At the sight of him stopping after loosening the third button, most likely due to becoming distracted by his need to talk, (Y/n) pushed herself up from the ground and took steps towards him. She swatted his hand away that had quickly reached out to resume the task that he had been assigned with once he noticed her approaching, her own fingers pushing the buttons out of each slot in replacement of his with a soft, irritated mumble. “Be quiet.”

Nagumo complied with her demand, although the concept of being quiet was extremely unfamiliar to him — something almost impossible. He examined her concentration, detecting the agitation and the hint of sadness laced within her expression. It was easy for him to determine that she was hurt, simply because she wore this same look every time that he returned home in similar states, even if he was certain that the blood wasn’t enough for her to notice. Nagumo didn’t know exactly when he had convinced himself that it wouldn’t be visible to her; every time she noticed, every time she scolded him and every time she would wash the stains out for him, always wearing that disappointed expression.

He knew that the nature of his work broke her heart, but he also knew — she also knew — that she would never leave him.

Nagumo placed his hand on the back of her head and gave it a gentle push forward, her face pressing against the smooth skin of his chest that was now left exposed. “I made you worry again, didn’t I?”

“You always make me worry.” (Y/n) replied, the words muffled. “Even if I know that you’ll never come home covered in your own blood, I still worry about the jobs you have to do to end up like this.”

“That’s an odd way to say that I’m amazing at what I do.” He laughed, a wide grin on his face when she drew back to give him an unamused stare. Gathering her face in his hands, he leaned down a little more to her level, locking their eyes in the hopes that he could convey some sincerity through them. “You don’t need to worry. I’m absolutely perfect at my job! You just said so yourself!”

“I don’t think I said that at all.” She sighed deeply, yet she found a small smile tugging at her lips due to his infectious energy. (Y/n) pulled his shirt out of its tucked away position in his trousers to push out the final buttons, humming in delight at how he began to affectionately stroke the back of her head.

“If you hate my job so much, you could always get me one at your place!”

“I wouldn’t even let you tattoo fake skin.”

“You underestimate my artistic abilities.” Nagumo responded, which earned him a shake of her head and a light, breathy laugh.

With the last botton disconnected, she pushed the white shirt from his body, fingertips brushing against his skin ever so slightly — enough to send a shiver down his spine. She draped the fabric over her arm, stilling for a moment now that his torso was left entirely bare before her to scan over the area. The admiration was painfully evident in her eyes, a result of how perfectly toned he was, but also from the countless tattoos scattered across his skin. No matter how many times she was granted the opportunity to see them, she was always left in a trance. It wasn’t the artwork itself that had her so mesmerised, but rather, how much his tattoos suited him, how much they completed him — how they just made him, well, Nagumo.

“You’ll make me blush if you keep staring at me like that.” He teased, effectively removing her out of her daze.

“You know what? Wash your own clothes.” (Y/n) huffed with a blush of her own developing to a deep shade of crimson. She dropped his shirt to the ground beside the tie and jacket that he had mindlessly discarded of earlier, stepping back over to the table to seat herself in front of it once again.

“Don’t be embarrassed! It’s cute how much you love me.” Nagumo spoke as he dropped to sit opposite her.

“You’re very lucky that I do love you.” She muttered back and proceeded to tug a fresh pair of gloves over her hands.

“Awe, and I love you!” He beamed, propping his elbow up on the table with his chin resting comfortably in his hand. Nagumo paused for a moment, his eyes fixated on her whilst the sound of the machine’s hums filled the room once again. The look of deep concentration on her face when she began to delicately shade the design in front of her made him smile, one that was proud and bright, and his words escaped from him a little softer. “I love you so much.”

(Y/n) grinned at his affectionate display, although it seemed to contain something else — sadness, like he always detected whenever they shared a moment like this. To know that he loved her, to hear it escape from his lips like it was the easiest thing he could say to her, was something that she could only describe as bittersweet. It was a dream to hear him confirm it and completely feel the sincerity of his words, but as much as her heart swelled with adoration whenever he uttered them, it shattered at the same time, knowing it could be the last time that she ever heard them.

She had developed complete confidence in his abilities, especially since he had never returned home to her with more than a scratch. However, it was difficult to not fear for his life just a little when she didn’t know the true extent of his job, which she was somewhat grateful for upon further consideration; learning the depths of his profession probably wouldn’t alleviate her worries. A basic explanation of his job was enough information to leave her nauseous from overthinking, and that’s why he only disclosed the bare minimum of what he did, never once going into detail about the missions that he was assigned.

Maybe it was to spare her the distress, or maybe it was actually because Nagumo didn’t want to taint her any further than the moment that he provided her with a simple summary of his work.

He saw an innocence in her when they first met; a regular woman that just wanted to become a tattooist with no knowledge of hitmen or The Order. The most pure and normal thing in his life, and perhaps that was what made him so drawn to her — she was the perfect balance to the chaos that he chased every day. Nevertheless, a piece of the innocence that he immediately noticed within her seemed to disappear just as quickly when he gave her that very brief explanation.

He killed people.

A chilling confession for anyone to hear, but she still stayed with him, and she would always stay.

“What are you thinking about?” Nagumo called out to her, tapping the hand that firmly held the fake skin down, the other hovered with the machine still in her grip.

(Y/n) blinked slowly, their eyes meeting for a split second before she lowered the needle back down. “You.”

“Awe, you really do love me, don’t—”

“And how I might not see you again after tonight.”

Nagumo hummed, his head falling to the side. She sighed and silenced the machine one again, dropping it to the table as she tuggged the tight gloves off her hands. “You know what I’m talking about.”

He knew exactly what she was talking about, simply because this wasn’t the first time a discussion between them had started this way, and it probably wouldn’t be the last.

“We just had this conversation. I’m absolutely perfect at my job, remember?” He replied. “There’s nothing to worry about. I’m always gonna come home safe and alive, just the way you like me!”

“Promise?”

“Promise!”

(Y/n) silently stared back at him for a moment, exhaling softly before she finally spoke. “I need to know that you won’t forget that promise.”

“Of course I won’t.” Nagumo responded with a wide, reassuring grin.

She believed him, she really did, but she still craved the feeling of being completely certain that he would always remember — something that words alone were failing to do. Her eyes flickered to the machine settled on the table, trailing between the pot of black ink and the half finished piece in front of her, until they eventually landed back on Nagumo. He curiously watched the way she scanned over his form, mostly fixating on each tattoo that adorned his skin, which soon encouraged an idea to form in her mind.

Pushing herself up from the ground, she exited the room to gather the necessary equipment, soon returning with everything in her arms. She placed a roll of clingfilm and a blue marker beside her, and then proceeded to fold a soft towel several times. With the fabric neatly bundled, (Y/n) pushed the fake skin aside and replaced it with the plush towel, an excited look on her face as she peered up at Nagumo.

“Put your arm here. Inner side facing me.” She instructed whilst gathering the marker and pushing off the cap.

“Anything for you, my love,” He playfully began and lowered his arm down, which was immediately grabbed to be tugged closer towards her. “but what is it that you’re doing exactly?”

“Tattooing you.” (Y/n) answered, the pen hovered over his wrist in preparation.

“Really? Well, can you at least tell me what you’re putting on my body for the rest of my life?”

“My name.”

Nagumo paused, his eyes lighting up as he processed her words. He loved the idea, but he couldn’t resist the urge to tease her about it. “That’s quite a big commitment! Should we get married next?”

She scoffed and pressed the pen to his wrist, delicately dragging the ink across his skin to form the first letter. It was gentle, feather-like, his body tensing in an attempt to suppress the giggle threatening to erupt from him with every flick against the surface. When her movements stilled and she peered up to stare at him, he innocently smiled back, certain that he was about to be lectured for unintentionally fidgeting.

“I hope that wasn’t an actual proposal.” (Y/n) mumbled with a raised eyebrow, soon returning her attention to finalising the writing on his skin.

Nagumo felt a wave of relief wash over him when he realised he wasn’t going to be reprimanded, a soft laugh escaping from him. “Of course not. The proposal I have planned for you is a lot more romantic!”

She playfully rolled her eyes and placed the pen down to slip her hand into a fresh pair of gloves. With the machine in her grasp, it noisily began to buzz, her finger dipping into the balm to smear a patch on his wrist. “Ready?”

Nagumo nodded enthusiastically, his eyes following the needle dipping into the pot of ink before it was pressed into the area of the first letter. He didn’t flinch or wince at the initial contact, most likely due to the fact that he had experienced this so many times before, or perhaps because he had developed a tolerance to pain in general throughout the years spent in his kind of profession.

(Y/n) couldn’t recall a time that they had ever spent this long in pure silence; it was comfortable and she appreciated the opportunity to focus without distraction, but it was unfamiliar to her to not hear his voice for such a significant amount of time. Unbeknownst to her, Nagumo was desperate to talk, to hear her speak too, and the moment she raised the needle to sanitise a paper towel and dab at the excess ink, he immediately took the chance presented to him.

“I guess I’m gonna have to give you that proposal sooner than I thought.”

“You weren’t joking about that?” (Y/n) muttered and patted a small amount of balm on his wrist again, the needle sinking back into his flesh.

“Completely serious!” Nagumo joyfully said. “I’m stuck with you for life now either way, so why not just make it fully official?”

She glanced up to see him gesturing towards the tattoo that was still in progress, her expression unimpressed. “Stuck with me?”

“I’m kidding!” He laughed for a moment, stopping with a somewhat nervous look when she continued to glare back at him. “Uh, darling? I’m no tattooist but you’ve had that needle stuck in my skin without moving for about thirty seconds now and I’m getting a little worried..!”

“Well if you want this to look good, I suggest you stay quiet.” (Y/n) threatened in a deceivingly sweet tone.

“As you wish!”

He complied with her order, never once parting his lips to speak as the needle continued to trail over his skin. Nagumo kept his gaze fixated on her with an evident look of adoration at how deeply concentrated she appeared. Despite the lack of conversation, he couldn’t be bored in the silence that enveloped them; he found it entertaining enough to watch her perfectly print her name into his wrist and occasionally peer up at the focused expression she wore as she did so.

The noises from the machine ceased, urging him out of the trance he had become lost in as she proceeded to drag a fresh, sanitised paper towel over the tattoo — visibly finished when he inspected it — to clear the excess ink and blood. It was cold, soothing to the sore feeling that had accumulated from the repeated press of the needle, and he hummed in delight at the relief it provided. (Y/n) turned to her side to gather the clingfilm and tore off a piece, his arm raised in preparation for it to be wrapped around him.

Nagumo stole another quick glance at the finished piece before he was unable to view it clearly from the layer of clingfilm, complete awe on his face as he did so, which was instantly noticed by her. The sight of him so evidently impressed made a subtle shade of pink tint her cheeks; it was just a tattoo of her name, something that was quite plain in comparison to anything else that was already on his body, yet he stared at it like it was a beautiful, detailed design that had required hours of her time to put on him. She flattened the film over his wrist, carefully weaving it around with a few small, affectionate pats to his palm once she had finished.

“All done.” She sighed in relief, freeing her hands from the confines of the tight gloves.

“My girlfriend is sooo talented!” Nagumo exclaimed proudly, his eyes glistening whilst he admired the masterpiece — what he considered to be, at least — that was now permanently on his wrist.

“It’s just my name.” (Y/n) sheepishly laughed and began to gather the countless amount of used gloves and paper towels, rising from the ground to dispose of them.

“It’s my favourite!” He announced as he fell back to lay on the ground with his arm raised, unable to remove his gaze from the delicate writing.

She quietly returned and stepped over his body, the action effective enough to finally turn his focus away from the fresh tattoo. Nagumo curiously watched her lower herself to straddle his waist, a smirk tugging at his lips as he shifted his hands to settle on her plush hips.

“Is this how I’m supposed to pay you?” He whispered in a teasing voice and trailed his fingertips up her shirt. “I hope you don’t ask for this kind of payment from your other clients.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” She huffed and grabbed his hand before he could reach any further, raising it up to display the new tattoo. “The only payment I want is for you to promise to come back home to me every night.”

Nagumo blinked a few times and tilted his head to the side. “I already promised you that.”

“This is so you don’t forget that promise.” (Y/n) tapped below the writing a few times, the clingfilm rustling beneath her fingertip. “Whenever you’re in a dangerous situation, look at it and remember that you promised me that you’ll always come home safe.”

His heart ached at her words; had anyone ever cared about his wellbeing to this extent? Nagumo’s eyes softened at the pleading look in her own as he reached his unwrapped arm out to push her head down against his chest, desperate not to nudge the tattoo that she had poured all of her love and attention into. The gentle thuds of his heartbeat, content and relaxed, combined with the slow strokes that his hand gave the top of her head tempted her eyes to flutter shut.

“I will.” He answered her in a tone that was barely audible, but she heard it clear enough, a content smile on her face at the reassurance.

Nagumo pondered over a thought for a moment, poking her several times to gain her attention. She raised herself up, a confused expression on her face when she caught sight of the visibly excited look on his own.

“Can I tattoo my name on you now?”

“Not a chance.”

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‎‧₊˚✧ It Ain’t Real Cherry ✧˚₊‧

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⤷ Shin Asakura x Fem!Reader

˗ˏˋ WC; 4k ´ˎ˗

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Having the ability to read people’s minds was both a blessing and a curse, and this was one of those times that Shin found himself begging to any higher power out there to just remove it from him. He considered the possibility that the lack of his ability would make him useless, especially with how useful it had proved to be in combat so far, but the loss seemed like a small price to pay in exchange for the relief he would experience once it was gone — the blissful, quiet relief of no longer hearing that name over and over again.

Nagumo this, Nagumo that.

The man consumed (Y/n)’s thoughts from the moment they met, and if Shin had known that every shift he had with her would consist of the torture of having to listen to each one, he never would have let Nagumo enter the store.

What started out as a simple, ‘Wow, he’s hot’ soon turned into a casual contemplation of, ‘I wonder if he’s single?’. It was innocent enough, a common thing to consider when you found someone attractive, until eventually that innocence turned into something else entirely — something that Shin could only conclude was an infatuation, or perhaps an obsession was the more appropriate description at this point. He could handle the occasional reminder she gave herself to ask Mr Sakamoto the next time she saw him to set her up with the man, despite how much his heart shattered whenever he listened to her intentions to develop this attraction into something more real. It gave him a slight headache to hear it so loudly beside him, but what really made his head pound in a way that left him nauseous was when the daydreams started.

Once again, they started off fairly innocent; it was usually just a replay of the bright smile and small wave he gave her as he left the store that day, but it still made Shin jump in surprise when it first invaded his mind. Every repeat of that scene would leave her sighing breathlessly, her head deflating down onto her arms folded across the counter. He would simply huff each time and lightly scold her with the reminder to consider what she’s thinking about when he’s beside her, especially when the store had no customers and he was incapable of tuning out.

(Y/n) knew about his ability, she knew that he had seen and heard everything she had thought about Nagumo so far, yet that didn’t stop her daydreams from progressing into things much more vivid, much more detailed. In fact, they were starting to become far too detailed, each scene like it had been dragged straight out of a movie. Nagumo’s lines were perfectly spoken, unrealistic but certainly rehearsed from how often she pondered over the same scenario, and most likely stolen straight from a piece of fiction. She would always note how soft his plump lips felt against her own, how her skin would tingle whenever he would scatter small kisses across every inch of her body, and then his strong, tattooed hands would travel to areas that left these daydreams far more explicit than Shin hoped they would ever become.

Just like they were becoming right now.

“Hey!” Shin snapped and peered up from the cash register, causing (Y/n) to shriek slightly with the images soon fading out of existence. “If you’re gonna keep thinking about him, at least keep it clean!”

“Sorry!” She exclaimed, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson as she straightened up from leaning back against the counter on the opposite side. “I forget that you can see…”

“How?! I remind you every time we have a shift together!” He wailed, huffing at the guilty look she gave back to him. “Whatever. Everything’s done now so you can go home and think about it all you want.”

Silence settled over the pair, awkward and tense, with only the gentle click of the key in the cash register accompanying them. Of course, it wasn’t entirely quiet for Shin; he could also hear the voice in her mind that noted how he appeared mad and that it was definitely due to her making him uncomfortable. He felt a little embarrassed that (Y/n) had noticed his terrible mood, his lips parting in preparation to reassure her that she didn’t need to worry. However, before the words could escape from him, another thought invaded his mind that left him blinking up at her in confusion.

‘I don’t want to think about it anymore.’

“Why?” He asked as he began to shrug his apron over his head. “Finally bored of thinking about the same thing all the time?”

The question caught (Y/n) by surprise — she would never get used to his ability to hear and see all of her thoughts. With a soft sigh, she removed her own apron and draped it over her arm, falling back against the counter once again. “Maybe? I don’t know why… I just know I don’t want to.”

Shin simply hummed in response and proceeded to walk in the direction of the door. He knew it was probably selfish to not question any further, to not offer her a chance to sit with him and try to explain why she might be feeling this way, but he really, really couldn’t handle hearing about Nagumo anymore. The visions she had about him were painful enough and he knew it would only destroy him further to actually listen to her feelings in reality, not just through the voice in her mind.

Gripping the handle of her bag, (Y/n) followed close behind him as they exited the store, the cool, gentle breeze brushing over the bare skin of her arms. It wasn’t cold, but it was enough to encourage goosebumps to form along her skin and make her regret not bringing a jacket to provide just a little extra warmth. Shin paused to examine her shoving her apron deep into her bag, expecting her to give him a small wave and her usual goodbye now that it was pushed inside, but instead, she remained rooted to the spot with her eyes fixated on the ground. He could hear her debating something in her mind, although it wasn’t clear exactly what she wanted to ask him, just that she was uncertain on whether she should.

“Just ask me.”

(Y/n) flinched again, her eyes flickering up to meet his expression that seemed a little more soft and reassuring now. It was a relief to see in comparison to how tense and irritated he appeared earlier, so much so that she felt more relaxed to comply with his request. “Well, I was wondering if maybe… You wanted to come back to my place?”

Shin blinked, clearly astonished by the request. It wasn’t like he hadn’t spent time with her alone before, there had been several times where they had when they shared a day off, but he didn’t understand why she wanted to now, especially since they didn’t really make plans together anymore — most likely a result of this new Nagumo interest, he concluded. His head fell to the side, burying his hands deep into the pockets of his hoodie. “Sure, I guess I can do that, but is there a reason why?”

“Do I need a reason to want to hang out with you?” She asked with a playful grin, soon sighing softly when he gave her a look that displayed how unconvinced he was. “I think I’ve been irritating you lately, so I’m offering to make it up to you by letting you smoke my cigarettes and maybe even drink some of my alcohol if you’re lucky.”

Shin didn’t really smoke these days — he wasn’t able to around the premises anyways, which naturally helped him to cut back on his habit. However, he wasn’t opposed to the idea of indulging in a cigarette if he was offered and the area permitted him to. Now that he had the opportunity, the agitation he had experienced from the countless shifts of hearing her Nagumo fantasies was begging for him to accept this chance to relieve himself.

“It better be good stuff otherwise I won’t forgive you.” He teased, smiling softly at how she giggled and proceeded to guide him down the path.

Life was never quiet for Shin, or at least it wasn’t when other people were with him, and even if they weren’t engaging in a conversation, it was impossible for him to experience the silence that they did. The complaints in her mind about how she had underestimated the temperature of the breeze when she left the store were noisy, like she was actually whining about it in reality. He was going to just attempt to ignore her internal complaining considering how close they were to her house, but when he glanced down and caught sight of the visible trail of goosebumps on her arms, he found himself ceasing his movements. (Y/n) stopped and peered behind her, curiously examining how he shrugged his hoodie over his head and held the garment out to her, his hair slightly disheveled from the action.

When her eyes flickered between the hoodie and him with clear confusion, a soft shade of pink dusted across his cheeks. “You’re cold so take it.”

“But you’ll be cold too.” She replied with her fingers gripping the soft fabric.

“I won’t be.” Shin answered and pushed it further into her hold.

Dropping her bag to the ground, (Y/n) pulled the hoodie over her form, instantly being greeted by the smell of his cologne. The scent was nice, intoxicating in a way that left her dizzy and her heart pounding just a little bit faster, and Shin heard all of it. Seeing her enveloped in his hoodie was enough to make the heat in his cheeks increase even further, and her opinions on his smell coating it was only encouraging it more. Instead of commenting on her thoughts, he reached down to gather her bag and outstretched it towards her, turning to the side slightly to conceal how crimson his face had become.

“Thank you…” She mumbled and threw the strap over her shoulder, continuing down the path closer to his side now.

Their steps eventually halted at the sight of a familiar door, the sound of keys delicately jingling as she dragged them out of her bag and pushed them into the lock with a click. With Shin following close behind her into the house, she allowed the strap on her shoulder to fall, her bag clattering to the ground once they entered the living room. She sighed in relief at the lack of weight on her body now and turned to look at the blonde, his hands buried in the pockets of his jeans as he intently scanned the new surroundings.

“Wait here.” (Y/n) instructed him before heading in the direction of the kitchen.

The eventual sounds of cupboard doors clattering and glasses clinking indicated that she had decided to allow him to have some of her alcohol after all, which only made him smile softly. Shin’s eyes soon shifted over to the windowsill and caught sight of the dainty ashtray situated in the centre, and he stepped over to examine closer how several finished cigarettes occupied it. A lighter and carton were placed conveniently beside it, his hands grasping the box to curiously flip open the lid; it was practically fresh, maybe missing around two or three cigarettes, which made him sigh in relief at the fact that there were plenty left.

“I hope you’re not stealing any.” (Y/n) giggled once she entered the room, approaching close to his side with a glass outstretched towards him.

“I thought about it.” He replied with a smirk and accepted the drink. Raising it to his lips, a sweet yet strong scent invaded his senses, confirming that she had definitely brought him alcohol. He tipped back the liquid, coughing almost immediately with a wince — the noticeable mixer in the glass certainly hadn’t helped with diluting the strength of the alcohol. “Are you trying to get me drunk?!”

“I’m trying to get myself drunk.” She laughed back and took a sip of her own drink, a cough of her own following instantly.

(Y/n) placed the glass down on the windowsill with Shin copying her actions, her hand reaching over to drag out one of the cigarettes that he still clutched onto. He paused to watch her slot it between her plush lips, becoming lost in a trance at the way the flame from the lighter illuminated her face with a subtle glow when it reached the tip of the cigarette. Shin forced himself to remove his gaze and occupied himself with pushing open the window, eventually accepting the lighter she held out towards him. Drawing his own cigarette, his lips soon wrapped around it as he raised a hand up to shield the flame now igniting it into a usable state. He inhaled deeply, something he was accustomed to through his years of having this habit, a puff of smoke escaping from him with his eventual exhale and dispersing into the night air outside the window.

“Am I forgiven?” Her voice eventually called out to him, a playful smirk on her face whilst she flicked the accumulating ash into the tray between them.

“I guess you are. There’s nothing you need to be forgiven for anyways.” Shin muttered back with a shrug, using his free hand to gather his drink and take another gulp.

“I think not controlling my explicit daydreams around someone who’s forced to see them deserves an apology at least.”

The reminder urged him to take another drag almost instantly; all of her thoughts and daydreams about Nagumo had faded once they left the store, never once appearing during their time together, so why did the topic have to resurface now? Maybe he should have anticipated that it would happen at some point when he accepted her offer to come over to her place, or maybe he just really, really hoped she would forget about the raven haired man whilst they were together like this, even if it was just for one night.

Shin wasn’t so sure if it was the alcohol that had boosted his confidence to ask, but before he realised it, the question was falling from his lips.

“Are you actually going to ask him out?”

(Y/n) froze, her mouth open in preparation to place it around the cigarette held in front of her. She hummed quietly and lowered it to hover over the ashtray, seemingly deep in thought, yet he couldn’t see or hear a single thing inside of her mind.

“I think so. I mean, I would like to.”

Shin’s heart shattered. It wasn’t just an infatuation, a daydream to bask in when the store grew quiet — she actually intended to create a relationship with this man. The confirmation made him feel nauseous in a way that was drastically different to the sickness that built within his stomach whenever her fantasies invaded his mind. He buried the cigarette into the ashtray, leaning down to fold his arms across the windowsill and stare out the window into the dark, night sky.

“Why? Why Nagumo?” He asked more abruptly than he intended to. “I guess I can see why, but still…”

“Well,” (Y/n) began with a sigh, shoving her own finished cigarette into the ashtray before collecting her glass, which had somehow grown empty without Shin even noticing. She placed it somewhere on the ground and leaned back against the windowsill, her hands grasping it as she pushed her body up to settle on top. With her legs swaying mindlessly, she paused, her eyes fixated on the ceiling until she eventually spoke. “He’s good-looking, older… I don’t know, maybe an older man would be good for me.”

Shin scoffed; older absolutely did not equal more mature, at least not when it applied to Nagumo. However, how exactly was he supposed to tell her that? He couldn’t say it confidently, not when he was only twenty one and probably viewed as immature for that alone, and besides his age, what redeeming qualities did he even have? Nagumo’s hands were probably covered in far more blood than his, yet Shin’s weren’t exactly clean either, despite how much he believed he was bettering himself under Sakamoto’s care and guidance. In theory, he knew that neither of them were good enough for (Y/n), but there was one thing that he was certain about that set him apart from Nagumo.

Shin knew that he adored her, that he was completely and utterly infatuated with her in a way that Nagumo could never be — in a way that no one could ever be — because he truly believed that there wasn’t a single person out there who could ever feel the way he did towards her. No one would ever love and appreciate her the way that he knew he would; he just really didn’t know how he was supposed to tell her that. How could he when her fantasies were full of an older, stronger and more attractive man?

He decided to just remain silent and continue to peer out of the window, until a voice — hers, although faint and like an echo — invaded his mind.

‘Dating someone else might help me move on.’

Shin straightened up and gazed back at her. “Move on from what?”

Heat blossomed in (Y/n)’s cheeks, leaving them a soft pink as she tugged the cuffs of his hoodie over her hands and fiddled with the edges. “Get over someone by getting under someone else, right?”

He frowned, quickly brushing off that ridiculous mindset that she absolutely did not need to share with him, and instead focused on the part where she stated that she needed to get over someone. Just how much competition did he have? Shin considered that he may regret asking, but with a heavy gulp, he allowed the question to escape him. “Get over who?”

“Come on, don’t make me say it, Shin.” (Y/n) laughed, although she appeared sad and maybe even a little agitated with him for even daring to ask. When his head tilted to the side with evident confusion, she blinked back at him. “You know exactly who. I know that you know. You can literally read people’s minds.”

“You keep saying that I know but I actually have no idea what you’re talking about.” He muttered back, and for the first time ever, he wished that she could read his mind so that she would see that he was telling the truth.

“You really didn’t know that I like you?”

Shin almost choked, his hand gripping the windowsill in attempt to steady himself, otherwise he was absolutely certain he would collapse to the ground right now. “No?! Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“I thought you knew! I just assumed you read my mind and decided not to say anything because you didn’t like me back!”

“That’s not true at all!”

(Y/n)’s breathing hitched whilst Shin shrunk slightly beneath her wide-eyed stare. He stammered, his heart thudding at a pace so rapid that it was almost unbearable. “I’ve never seen or heard anything about me. You did a good job turning off your thoughts, I guess.”

“I guess I did…” She mumbled. “I didn’t want to make things weird by ever bringing it up. Work would be pretty awkward if you rejected me.”

“You still should have told me.” He huffed, pausing for a moment in an attempt to calm himself — there was no way that he could possibly say this clearly if he didn’t. “I would never reject you.”

(Y/n) stared back at him, clearly astonished by his confession, but soon shifted her eyes down to the ground with obvious guilt. She didn’t respond, yet even without speaking, he heard what she wanted to say.

‘Is he saying that he likes me too? How could he after how things have been recently?’

Shin stayed silent, stepping in front of her and gently grasping her thighs to push her legs apart. He slotted himself between them, his hands trailing up to rest on her hips as he settled himself dangerously close. Mere inches separated their faces, the lack of distance urging her to sneak small glances at his visibly soft lips that she knew she could capture against her own if she moved forward just a little more.

“Of course I like you.” He spoke, surprised at the fact that she even considered another possibility. It really didn’t make sense to him; how could she possibly think that he wouldn’t reciprocate her feelings? She was way out of his league, completely perfect — far too good for him. However, he couldn’t quite repeat all of this to her. He was too flustered, leaving him only able to gulp and continue in a tone that was barely audible to her. “It’s.. You.”

At some point during their exchange, they had nudged themselves closer, their noses softly brushing against the other’s. Shin’s lips hovered over her own, hesitant and unsure, because he knew that he could mess this up. This was his chance to show her that he could do everything she had envisioned in her mind with Nagumo and better, despite the fact he wasn’t completely confident in his abilities to do that — he was still going to try regardless. His hands were shaking uncontrollably, his heart pounding so rapidly that he was certain that she could hear each noisy thud as his lips finally captured hers against his own. They were soft, so sweet and intoxicating in a way that left him desperate to feel her more, or perhaps his desperation came from his need to prove a point to her now. Shin became clumsy in his need when he worked his lips against her own, until the gentle feeling of her palms flattening against his cheeks brought him back to reality, to what truly mattered. Her touch guided him, soothed the desire to prove and instead helped it to bloom into another focus.

A focus to fulfill everything she had ever dreamed of, not out of jealousy or competition, but simply just to make her happy — to make her dreams come true because she deserved to experience that level of affection.

His kisses became more relaxed in his revelation, the hunger laced within a result of how much he was growing to crave the feeling of her soft lips against his. Shin’s hands instinctively squeezed the flesh beneath his hands when her fingertips became tangled in his glossy, blonde locks, giving the strands a tug with a light amount of force that left him groaning in delight. The unexpected noise that escaped from him surprised him enough to retract from her, his head slowly falling to bury himself in the crook of her neck and conceal his flustered expression.

“Embarrassed?” (Y/n) quietly giggled with her fingers carefully running through his silky hair.

“Shut up.”

He reluctantly began to retreat from his hiding place, flinching when her hands cradled his face to tilt him up and meet her gaze. His skin was warm beneath her touch, cheeks tinged a hint of red to accompany his unimpressed look.

‘Cute.’

“Stop it.” Shin huffed at the faint sound of her thoughts invading his mind. He reached a hand out to clasp his fingers around her wrist and lean into her hold a little more. “But I am glad that you’re just thinking about me now.”

“I’ll always think about you from now on.” She whispered softly and brought his face close enough to gently bump their noses together.

“You better.” He mumbled. The lack of distance between their lips encouraged him to flutter his eyes to a careful close, his body tensing at a sudden realisation before they could connect. He abruptly drew back with his eyes open wide, leaving her blinking in confusion. “Actually, don’t think about me, or at least not around me. I’ve seen the things you daydream about! I don’t think I could focus if I saw you think about me like that…”

(Y/n) laughed lightly and pulled him closer, her lips brushing against his ear with her tone dropping, hushed and playful in a way that left a shiver racing down his spine.

“Good luck for our next shift together.”

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I Wanna Tie The Knot | Natsume Sakasaki x Reader

Summary: Being given the opportunity to become another parent to Natsume’s cats leads to some wholesome conversations about the future <3

Tags: AFAB, Fluff, Established relationship, Descriptions of his cats aren’t canon except for the names! They’re purely my interpretation :)

“It isn’t fair!”

How many times was Natsume going to hear those exact words? He couldn’t count the amount on both of his hands anymore, and as much as he adored his girlfriend — whining included — he was struggling to find a response each time she repeated this phrase over and over again. Natsume simply sighed with a weak smile, giving her hand that was comfortably interlocked with his a small squeeze to show that he had at least acknowledged her. His amber eyes flickered to his side to inspect how she still continued to clutch his phone with her free hand, a pout evident on her face as she stared longingly at the screen.

“I don’t even have one cat! Why do you get to have two?” (Y/n) huffed and swiped her thumb across the screen to continue scanning through the collection of photos.

Several of them included simple images of his cats individually whilst others were of the two sleeping peacefully together, the occasional video of them joyfully playing scattered amongst the selection of pictures. To her delight, she eventually landed on a selfie of Natsume laid back on his bed, a hand settled on the bundle of black fur curled up on his chest with another ball of white seated on the pillow beside his head. He seemed to wince slightly at the camera due to Cotton’s nose being pressed so close to his cheek, yet the bright grin he wore displayed just how much he loved the attention from his pets. (Y/n)’s heart swelled with adoration the more she continued to scrutinise the picture and she immediately proceeded to send it to herself, making a mental note to set it as her wallpaper when she had the chance.

“I apologise for having petS. Is that betTER?” Natsume teased, smirking playfully when she turned to face him with an unimpressed glare. “Don’t look at me like thaT~ I’m finally taking you to meet them after you begged me for monthS. Is that not enough to make you haPPY?”

“Meeting them and keeping them are two completely different things.” (Y/n) mumbled as she continued to remain fixated on his phone. The concentration she had on the screen left her almost bumping into the people they passed by on the street, which encouraged Natsume to tighten his grip on her hand and guide her during her mindless scrolling.

“You can’t keep theM, they’re minE.” He replied with a mischievous grin, earning him an agitated huff back. Natsume laughed softly when his phone was abruptly shoved in his direction after hearing the audible click of the lock button.

“By the way…” (Y/n) began, her tone quiet and her body suddenly tensing up. He turned to face her once the device was buried in his pocket, an eyebrow raising with curiosity at how visibly awkward she appeared. “I was just thinking… We’re going to your parents house and I’ve never actually met them before. I guess I’m only just realising that now I’m about to…”

Natsume paused in his steps, a smirk tugging at his lips when she ceased her movements to stand before him and peer uncomfortably to the side. He gently grasped her waist to push her close, one hand never leaving the area whilst he raised the other to soothingly stroke the back of her head. “Are you scared to meet my paRENTS?”

“I’m not scared to meet them. Just a little nervous…” (Y/n) trailed off and buried her face in his chest to conceal how her cheeks seemed to burn slightly at the sudden confession, her words muffled now. “What if they don’t like me or think that I’m not good enough for you?”

“Don’t be ridicuLOUS. They’ll love yoU.” Natsume muttered back and hugged her a little tighter against his body now. He eventually drew back to glance down at her now gazing up at him with a flustered expression, and despite how much he hated the thought of her feeling uneasy, he couldn’t help but admire the adorable look she was currently wearing. “But luckily for yoU, my parents aren’t home this weeK, so you have some time to prePARE.”

(Y/n) blinked in confusion at the information, allowing him to take her hand in his once again and continue to guide her further down the path. She pushed a little closer to his side and stared up at him curiously. “Wouldn’t you rather have visited home when your parents were actually there?”

“Of coursE, but you’ve been asking to meet Charbon and Cotton for so long and this is the only free time that we have to come viSIT. I couldn’t make you wait any longER, could I?”

“I could have waited if it meant you got to see your parents too.” (Y/n) muttered, guilt laced within her tone and her gaze placed firmly on the ground.

“Why are you saD? It isn’t your fault that I don’t get to see theM. It was just bad tiMING.” Natsume shrugged and pulled her in the direction of a familiar door, releasing her hand to search through his pockets. He eventually grasped his keys, their gentle jingles filling the pause between them. “I’m sure I’ll be able to see them sooN, so try not to woRRY.”

(Y/n) hummed in acknowledgement, somewhat reassured, although still not entirely convinced. She peered around him slightly to watch him twist the key in the door, an audible click urging him to grasp the handle and push forwards. Tentatively following behind him, (Y/n) stepped into the new surroundings and scanned around intently, her focus entirely on finding the two creatures she had been desperate to meet for so long.

“So eaGER~” He quietly laughed. “They’re probably in my rooM. Follow mE.”

(Y/n) complied with his request, shuffling close behind him as he stepped in the direction of his room. Natsume eventually stopped before a particular door and carefully nudged it open, the faint smell of incense soon flooding their senses the moment it creaked aside. (Y/n) could only assume that his mother had recently cleansed the area in preparation for her son’s arrival, something that was common for those with heavy spiritual beliefs to do in an attempt to disperse any negative energies and create a positive environment. However, when she stepped further into the room and caught a glimpse of the excessive amount of boxes of incense situated on the shelf, she deduced that his room just simply always smelled like this from the variety he kept on display alone.

Upon further inspection, his bedroom was exactly what she would expect of someone so heavily interested in magic. A vast selection of books were lined neatly along the shelves, some so ancient that their leather covers were worn and cracked, whilst others were more modern and well kept, each of their spines indicating that they contained information on spells and rituals. Glistening crystals, all of them a variety of different shapes, sizes and colours, were scattered on a table tucked away in the corner, a stack of tarot cards and a small, dainty pendulum placed alongside of them — a work desk, most likely.

Her eyes eventually flickered down to his bed, a small, excited gasp escaping from her lips when they landed on a pair of emerald orbs curiously looking back at her. The jet-black bundle of fur straightened up at the sight of (Y/n) now tentatively stepping towards her, every step deliberately steady and quiet in an attempt to put her at ease. Charbon pushed her nose towards the hand outstretched before her, eventually pushing her cheek affectionately against it. Delicate purrs erupted from her when (Y/n) began to lightly rub her head, the glossy, dark fur soft and comforting beneath her fingertips.

“Are you happy noW?”

“Very.” (Y/n) muttered, reluctantly retracting her hand and straightening up with a frown. “But where’s Cotton?”

“She’ll be around here someWHERE. Get comfortable and I’ll bring her to yoU.” Natsume responded before leaving the room.

(Y/n) released a content sigh at the silence that now settled around the room, her gaze shifting over to the raven cat that continued to expectantly stare at her. She giggled at the sight and pulled back the blanket on the bed, the silky fabric in her grasp only tempting her further to envelop herself within it. A hum fell from her lips the moment she sunk into the mattress and tugged the soft blanket around her, and once she determined a comfortable position, she invitingly patted her chest whilst locking eyes with Charbon. Detecting the offer, she immediately pattered up (Y/n)’s form and soon curled up on her stomach, a symphony of melodic purrs sounding from her yet again at the relaxing spot alone. They only increased in volume when she received gentle rubs beneath her chin; although her noises were growing louder by the minute, it was oddly soothing, so much so that (Y/n) found her eyes growing weak.

The barely audible creak of the door gained her attention enough to distract her from the thought of simply falling asleep with Charbon here in her arms, and the vision of Natsume now entering the room with two mugs perked her up even. When she caught a glimpse of white fur following close behind him, the idea of sleep seemed nonexistent now, like she had never even considered the option. (Y/n) was desperate to gasp, something that Natsume easily noticed with how her face seemed to lighten up almost instantly at the sight of Cotton, but she contained herself so that she didn’t startle the creature now resting quietly on her.

“I made us teA, but I guess your hands are a bit occuPIED.” He breathily laughed and set the mugs down on the bedside table. “Do you have room for anoTHER?”

“If you’re talking about Cotton, then of course.”

“And if I was talking about mE?”

“I guess you’ll have to wait your turn.”

Natsume huffed; who knew that he would be in competition for his girlfriend’s attention with his own cats? However, he couldn’t remain upset for a moment longer when the sight of Charbon basking in her affection was causing his heart to ache with every second he continued to admire the scene. He was slightly jealous that he probably wouldn’t be in her arms anytime soon, but he would allow it for now — she had waited for this moment for so long, after all.

Sighing in defeat, Natsume drew back the blanket and slipped beneath it, settling close to (Y/n)’s side. He took a quick glance down at Cotton, who remained rooted to the ground as she looked back. Her reluctance made him grin, his hand patting the spot beside him to encourage her. “Come oN. You know you want to joiN~”

The familiar, comforting sound of her owner’s voice urged her to spring up on the bed, her small, white paws tentatively carrying her forwards. (Y/n) carefully held a hand out again, giggling when the tip of Cotton’s cold nose bumped against it during her inspection, and after a moment of allowing her to get accustomed, she reached to soothingly rub behind her ears. Cotton seemed to shrink slightly in uncertainty but soon leaned into the loving touch, even nudging (Y/n)’s hand when she stopped for a split second. The next time the caresses on her head ceased, she shuffled on to Natsume’s chest to mimic her obsidian haired companion’s position.

“I love them.” (Y/n) mindlessly sighed and continued to drag her fingertips along silky, black fur.

“They love yoU.” He muttered back, smiling down softly at the fluffy, white bundle now curled up on him.

She hummed back at him, until eventually, a comfortable silence enveloped everyone occupying the room. The only noise that accompanied them was the occasional, quiet purr of delight. Natsume couldn’t help but steal a glimpse at his side every so often, his heart swelling with adoration at how joyful (Y/n) and Charbon were in each other’s presence. This scenario truly was perfect, complete bliss — what he wanted to experience every day for the rest of his life. It wasn’t exactly exciting or adventurous, it was just simple, plain and domestic, but he couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so… Content. Natsume adored being an idol, hearing the sound of excited cheers and seeing the countless bright smiles whenever he was on stage, yet none of that could quite compare to this simplicity, something that only (Y/n) could provide him.

She suddenly dropped her head to rest on his shoulder and he instinctively twisted to press a small kiss to the top of it, soon allowing his own head to fall to the side and settle on her own. Natsume began to deeply contemplate a certain thought in his mind as he ran his fingers along Cotton’s pure white coat, a subtle shade of pink dusting across his cheeks the further he pondered over it.

“They don’t have to just be my catS. They could be ourS.”

“What do you mean?” (Y/n) asked and pulled back slightly, meeting his glistening, amber eyes that seemed to soften when they fell on her.

“I’m saying that you can call them your cats toO.” Natsume replied, almost melting beneath the bright, excited smile she gave back to him at the offer. “We can say that they belong to both of uS, if you would like thaT, of coursE.”

“Our cats… together…” (Y/n) mindlessly mumbled with several slow blinks. “That’s quite a big step for us. Don’t you think that we’re a bit too young to already have children together?”

“ChilDREN? HmM, I guess it does feel like we’re their paRENTS~ WelL, we can just consider this preparation for the fuTURE, can’t wE?”

“What?!”

“What’s wronG?~” He questioned, an amused smirk tugging at his lips. “You’ve never thought about thaT?”

“Not really, but I guess if it’s with you… That doesn’t sound too bad.” She quietly responded, her cheeks now a vibrant shade of scarlet as she attempted to conceal the view by lowering her head. It was Natsume’s turn to be flustered now; his words were intended to be lighthearted, an attempt to make her blush, yet he was left equally as warm and red at her reply.

It didn’t sound too bad to him either.

“At least ask me to marry you before we talk about having actual children together.” (Y/n) continued and gave him a playful nudge.

“Don’t woRRY, I plan to eventuaLLY.” He answered softly. The lack of response made him glance to the side, his golden eyes blinking in confusion at how visibly astonished she appeared. “You seem surPRISED?”

“I just didn’t think that you wanted all of these things with me.” She mumbled back, dropping her head to rest on his shoulder once again.

“Of course I dO. I love yoU, so why wouldn’t I?”Natsume whispered and allowed his own head to slowly fall back on top of her own.

“Well, I’d like all of it if it’s with you.”

He sighed, deep and content, burying his face into the velvety strands of her hair. This moment would have been the perfect time to hold her close to his body, to scatter his lips across each inch of her skin to demonstrate how grateful he was to her for being willing to make all of his desires come true, but the two bundles of fur settled on their forms prevented them from moving. Instead, (Y/n) linked her arm through his, hugging it tightly as she continued to keep her other hand occupied with providing careful scratches to Charbon’s head. Natsume appreciated that she was a little closer to him now, yet he couldn’t help but still huff quietly when his eyes flickered between the resting cats.

“I would really like to be able to cuddle with my girlfriend right noW.”

“It still isn’t your turn yet.”

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If You Want To | Tsumugi Aoba x Reader

Summary: Tsumugi can’t refuse to take a break when he’s offered to spend it with his producer. AKA, two oblivious idiots in love that won’t admit how they feel </3 and author just really wants to play with his hair :D

Tags: AFAB, No established relationship, Mutual feelings/Mutual Pining, Fluff

When Tsumugi’s schedule consisted entirely of idol activities and work for the agency, it was common for those around him to point out that he was taking on far too much. He often found himself scolded by (Y/n) in particular for his lack of rest, which he would always brush off with a small laugh whilst insisting that he was fine. However, it was difficult to believe his claim when she would consistently find him in the office as the clock ticked on later and later into the night, his arms folded across the desk with his head resting comfortably on top of them. With eyes fluttered to a close and the gentle sound of quiet breaths escaping from him, it was obvious that he hadn’t welcomed sleep, but rather, he had fought it until the bitter end, only accepting the embrace of rest when his weary form had finally reached its limit.

This scenario had occurred so often that (Y/n) always knew where to find Tsumugi at this hour, and carefully creaking open the door to the office every night within this particular time frame had somehow weaved itself perfectly into her daily routine. The only difference tonight was the small tray in her grasp and the two cups that occupied it, the strong aroma of coffee soon flooding the room when she entered; if she couldn’t convince him to rest properly, she could at least supply him with something that would ease his exhaustion. With the combination of the bitter scent invading his senses and the barely audible click of the door, Tsumugi’s attention was gained enough for him to straighten up his hunched over form and peer behind him, his weary eyes lighting up ever so slightly when they fell upon his producer.

“As much as I want you to get some rest, I’m quite glad that you’re not asleep this time, otherwise this would have been a complete waste.” (Y/n) spoke with a playful grin as she stepped over to settle the cup on the desk in front of him.

“Thank you, (Y/n). You really didn’t need to do this for me.” Tsumugi muttered with a weak smile and tentatively grasped the cup, the large size of his hands making it appear minuscule within his hold. Raising the lid to his lips, he hummed in delight as the warm, strong liquid coated his tastebuds before his eyes widened at a sudden realisation. With a cough and slightly pink cheeks, he lowered his drink and peered up at (Y/n), embarrassment evident on his face. “You’ve seen me sleeping in here?”

“Of course I have. Who do you think puts a blanket over you every night?” She softly laughed back.

“That was you?” Tsumugi mumbled and felt his blush only deepen at the confession, his eyes flickering to the side with noticeable guilt. “I’m sorry for troubling you. I mean, I really appreciate it, but you don’t need to do all these things for me.”

“It’s no trouble at all, Tsumugi. I’m quite happy to do all of this for you,” (Y/n) shrugged with a gentle smile, which soon morphed into a playful smirk. “but if you want to make it up to me… Then take a break.”

Tsumugi blinked in surprise at the request with his plush lips parted slightly before turning his attention to the countless number of documents scattered across the desk. He paused in deep contemplation for a moment, eventually sighing in defeat with a weak smile. “I guess I could… I really need to finish this though.”

“Five minutes away from your work. That’s all I’m asking for.” She pleaded, earning her another sigh and a small nod of agreement. At the sign of his compliance, (Y/n) gestured to the couch at the opposite side of the room. “Let’s get you away from this desk for awhile.”

Although he was reluctant, Tsumugi followed her orders, rising from the seat he had settled himself in for the last few hours. The tension in his muscles showcased just how long he had been situated at the desk, his arms automatically outstretching to loosen the discomfort that had accumulated within them. Taking tentative steps in the direction he had been instructed to go in, he allowed his weary form to fall on the couch, the plush cushions enveloping him and offering him more comfort than his previous seat. Tsumugi’s heavy eyes soon shifted to curiously follow (Y/n) around the room, blinking slowly when she reached behind him to grasp the familiar, soft blanket that was neatly folded over the back of the couch. A noise of surprise erupted from his lips when the fabric was eventually draped over his shoulders before the cushions soon dipped at his side, something he almost failed to notice in his astonished state.

Tsumugi flinched slightly at the unexpected, gentle nudge of her shoulder against his, the lack of distance between them leaving her settled close to his side. It was comfortable, a scenario he had pondered over several times in his mind, but he was certain that the position she chose wasn’t intentional. He prepared himself for her to notice the mistake she had made in being so close to him, to shuffle away with a look of disgust when she finally felt the contact of his shoulder against hers, yet she remained perfectly still. Tsumugi considered moving himself to create more space between them before she inevitably shifted away from his touch. However, the selfish part of him kept him rooted to the spot, completely unable to tear himself away and continue to appreciate the small amount of contact they were currently sharing, even if he knew he didn’t deserve it. He wanted — no, needed — to experience this closeness with her for a few moments longer, and when he turned to meet the gentle smile she gave him, he even considered that maybe, just maybe, she wanted that too.

Complete silence enveloped the pair as (Y/n) continued to peer up at Tsumugi, her eyes curiously flickering across his features in a way that left him shrinking nervously beneath her gaze. He raised a hand up to his cheek, carefully rubbing the area that had now become a soft shade of pink from her stare, almost as if he was attempting to remove something from his actions. “Is there something on my face?”

“No, that’s not it.” (Y/n) laughed lightly with a shake of her head. “You’re just really pretty.”

“Pretty?” Tsumugi repeated with several confused blinks. He glanced around the room in search of another individual that she could be referring to, although he knew that wasn’t a possibility when they were the only people here right now. With a sheepish smile, he eventually met her amused expression and pointed towards himself. “Me? You really think so?”

“I really do.” She muttered back and leaned closer, pausing for a moment as she continued to inspect him. “Your hair is quite long now.”

“Y-Yeah, I guess it is…” Tsumugi mumbled, suddenly feeling a wave of insecurity wash over his entire being. The length of his hair had been criticised in the past and earned him several nicknames; would she also form a negative opinion and retract her previous statement now that she could see it closely?

“It suits you.” (Y/n) spoke mindlessly, admiring the noticeable softness of his dark blue waves that tempted her to run her fingers through the strands with every second she continued to stare at them. “Can I play with it?”

“I-If you want to?” He barely managed to respond, the heat in his face increasing to a level that was becoming unbearable.

She slowly reached both hands out, his body tensing with every inch they moved forward. Tsumugi wasn’t afraid of her touch, but rather, how he would react to her touch, especially when it was being blessed upon him in such an affectionate way. This was yet another scenario he had selfishly dreamed about, one that he was absolutely certain would never manifest into reality, and now that it was, he couldn’t cease the slight tremble of his hands from both anxiety and anticipation at the thought alone. He didn’t deserve even the smallest amount of contact from her — he knew this, yet that selfish part of him was once again going to allow himself this moment with her.

Tsumugi found himself humming in confusion when her fingers gripped the edges of his glasses, a much different position than being threaded through his locks like he had expected. In his astonishment, he couldn’t even challenge her decision; all he could do was remain silent as she glided them away from his face. Tsumugi blinked several times, adjusting himself to the blurry vision that the lack of his lenses provided him with.

“Um… I can’t see well without those…” He awkwardly laughed.

“That’s okay. You don’t need to be able to see for this.” (Y/n) softly mumbled back and carefully folded his glasses, shuffling to the opposite side of the couch to place them on the small coffee table situated beside it. Although not entirely clearly, he could make out how she began to settle in the area before patting her thigh with a bright grin. “Come here.”

“W-what?” Tsumugi replied with wide eyes. He considered the possibility that his inability to see his surroundings properly had caused him to witness something entirely different than what she had intended to display, or perhaps he had simply fallen asleep at the desk again and this was just a blissful dream that he would eventually wake up from.

“You said I could play with your hair, right? I just thought it would be more comfortable for you to lay here whilst I do it.” (Y/n) sheepishly attempted to explain, suddenly feeling embarrassed over her request now that he appeared so visibly flustered by it. “Only if you want to, of course.”

“Ah, right!”

Tsumugi hesitated for a moment with a nervous gulp, eventually allowing his body to carefully fall down. The moment his head settled against her thighs, he felt his muscles tense at the close contact, a shaky hand raised with uncertainty on where he was supposed to rest it. (Y/n) immediately detected his awkward state, giggling quietly at how he reluctantly hovered above her thigh whilst she reached out to quickly tug the blanket more securely around him in his new position.

“Just make yourself comfortable.” She mumbled softly and placed her hand on his head, soothingly rubbing her fingertips against his scalp in an attempt to ease his anxiety.

The action urged him to release a content groan of delight, his raised hand instantly deflating to finally settle on her thigh as the comfort of her touch spread throughout his entire being. Any nervousness he once felt seemed to dissipate almost instantly, every drag of her fingertips leaving him sighing at the blissful feeling it provided him with. Tsumugi mindlessly buried further into her plush thighs, completely unaware of his shameless actions; he was simply too fixated on her touch, his mind hazy at the comfortable amount of pressure she applied with each circular movement she made against his scalp. His heavy eyes began to weakly flutter when she shifted her focus to glide her fingers through his glossy locks, running the strands of blue between the gaps of her digits with a shiver at how soft they felt against her skin.

“Is this really okay..?” Tsumugi questioned, exhaustion evident in his quiet voice. Every soothing swipe through his hair only tempted him to submit to the sleep his body craved, a yawn soon escaping from his lips to further prove just how tired he truly was.

“Definitely. I’m probably enjoying this more than you are.” (Y/n) responded with a small laugh as she gathered a bundle of his silky, blue locks.

She separated the strands into three sections before proceeding to weave them together with deep concentration, the delicate action encouraging him to release another content sigh. He was desperate to challenge her claim; there was no way she could possibly enjoy this more than he was right now. Every slight tug as she perfectly laced his hair into a dainty braid, the softness of her thighs beneath him that he instinctively began to tighten his grip on when she returned to running her fingers through his glossy waves — this was heaven for Tsumugi, and he couldn’t quite understand how he had managed to attain it after committing so many sins.

“That’s impossible.” He finally managed to breathe out whilst he turned to peer up at her.

He gave her a gentle smile with noticeably heavy eyes, most likely due to his exhaustion, but perhaps a result of the strain that he felt without the help of his glasses. Whatever the reason was, the look he was giving her was enough to leave her weak, so much so that she couldn’t fight the urge to carefully rest her palm against his cheek. Tsumugi looked visibly surprised at the unexpected touch but soon found himself leaning into it, even bringing a hand up to flatten it over the top of her own.

Divine. That was the best way to describe how her touch felt against his skin. Her palm was so warm, so gentle, comforting in a way that left his eyes slowly fluttering shut once again. Tsumugi’s fingers wrapped around her hand to push it just a little closer; it was impossible to connect themselves together even further now, yet he still wanted to at least try.

If this was how he got to spend breaks, he would be much more willing to schedule them in between his work.

Wait.

Work.

His eyes widened immediately at the realisation as he rapidly sprang up from the comfortable position with a slight shriek. (Y/n) jumped in surprise at his sudden flustered state, the hand that was once pressed against his soft skin now raised awkwardly. It felt almost cold now that it was no longer connected to him — empty, begging to be attached to him once again.

“I’m so sorry! I really need to get back to work.” Tsumugi hurriedly spoke, desperately patting the couch around him. The squint of his eyes was enough to indicate to her what he was searching for, urging (Y/n) to reach over to the coffee table with a small giggle to gather his glasses. When she outstretched them towards him, he seemed to relax slightly, a sigh escaping from him as he adjusted the thick, black frames into place. “Thank you for this, for everything, but there’s a lot of work that I need to finish…”

He reluctantly stood from the couch and gathered the blanket that he carelessly threw aside in his panic. Whilst neatly folding it together, he opted on continuing to fill the silence with his flustered rambling at the lack of response from her. “I mean, it’s late, so you probably need to go home now anyway. I’m sure you’re tired from—”

“Tsumugi.” (Y/n) abruptly interrupted him. “I’m staying to help you finish your work.”

His plush lips parted in preparation to protest, but the stern look she gave back to him prevented any words from escaping. With a deep exhale of defeat, he draped the folded blanket over the back of the couch, a bright grin forming on his face. “You’re too nice to me…”

Too nice to him? No. She just treated him the way he deserved to be. (Y/n) wanted to challenge his response, to explain that she wasn’t just nice to him simply because she could be, but because she truly, truly cared about him, perhaps more than she had ever intended to care about him. However, her better judgement wrestled with the desperation in her heart to pour out how she really felt, and instead, she decided to remain completely silent. Her gaze was fixated on his form as he stepped over to settle himself at the desk once again, relief washing over her at the fact that his back was now facing her, otherwise he would surely detect the sadness and longing in her eyes.

This was for the best. Bringing him coffee, covering him with a blanket when he unintentionally fell asleep at his desk, and maybe even the occasional affectionate exchange; that was enough for (Y/n), even if they always had a professional relationship, or even if they always just remained friends. All that mattered was that she could continue to be at his side in at least some way — that she could continue to make him shine as a beloved idol.

Before she could sink any further into her feelings, (Y/n) quickly replaced the noticeably dejected look on her face with a smile — forced, but definitely believable enough to disguise how she truly felt. She pushed herself up from the couch and stepped over to stand behind Tsumugi, her hands softly resting on his shoulders. He didn’t seem to flinch beneath her touch now, most likely due to the fact that he had grown so accustomed to it after their previous exchange, or maybe because he was so intently focused on stacking together the documents before him. Gentle rustles with every shuffle of paper filled the silence between them as (Y/n)’s eyes flickered down to his glossy blue locks, the soft strands tempting her to thread her fingers through them once again.

“Can I play with your hair again whilst we do this?”

A small grin tugged at Tsumugi’s lips with a soft shade of pink soon dusting across his cheeks. He lowered his head slightly to conceal the vibrant colour, the anticipation of her actions causing his heart to thud just a little bit faster with adoration laced within each beat.

“If you want to~”

[x-trixie-x]

the insane experience of missing a fictional character . like you can always go back and reread the book , replay the game , rewatch the show or movie , you can always go back & see them , but you can never experience them & their story for the first time again . its absurd to miss them because they'll always be there , but you'll miss when there were still new things for them to say .

for a small time they were real & growing and changing and you hung onto every new word, but now all they can do is repeat the same story forever&ever & they're not real anymore because you know everything they're going to do. & you miss them. its fucked man...

[x-trixie-x]

A Virgin Living Dirty Dreams | Bruno Bucciarati x Reader

Summary: part 3 of a several part fic where the reader gives virgin bruno all the first time experiences 😳 the grand finale! you know what that means :,)

Tags: AFAB, 18+, Smoking, PWP, Slight angst, Loss of virginity, Oral sex (F receiving only)

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Rays of sunlight peaked through the crack of the curtains, the bright beams shining over Bruno’s face to make him stir in his deep slumber. He blinked his heavy eyes open slowly, his vision blurry as he attempted to adjust to the light that greeted him. Shifting his sight down, his ocean orbs softened at the image of (Y/n) resting comfortably in his arms, gentle breaths escaping from her lips with every rise and fall of her chest. He could remain in this exact position forever if life granted him that opportunity, but of course, life was not that generous, and the time now displayed on the alarm clock situated across the room was enough to prove that. Spending the night with her meant that he would eventually have to abandon her embrace when the morning came — unfortunately, the morning was here now, taunting him with the brightness that indicated it was time to leave soon.

Bruno didn’t want to wake her because of his own need to depart; she looked so peaceful like this, so comfortable and content in his hold. With a heavy heart, he loosened her from his embrace as slowly and carefully as he possibly could, taking extra care to not disturb her slumber. He tugged the blanket around her to replicate the warmth he had provided her throughout the night, a sigh of relief falling from him at how she continued to rest even after he had shuffled her out of his hold. Maybe it would be easier to leave if she remained in her current state; it was hard enough for him to leave already and he was certain the sound of her voice would only make it more painful.

Bruno slipped out from beneath the soft confines of the blanket with a slight shiver at the cold air that brushed against his bare skin. He gathered his scattered clothing with more urgency now, the goosebumps forming along the surface of his arms prompting him to slip into his suit quickly. Fastening the button of his trousers, Bruno shifted his focus to shrug his arms through his jacket, his body jumping in surprise at a quiet groan sounding from behind him. He turned his attention over to the woman it had erupted from with a sympathetic smile, raising his fingers to drag the zip of his collar up and fasten the fabric in place.

“Mi dispiace, dolcezza. Did I wake you up?” Bruno whispered softly, settling on the edge of the bed as she rubbed at her eyes with evident exhaustion.

“You didn’t.” (Y/n) yawned back with a small, tired grin, her head tilting at the sight of him dressed in his usual attire. “Are you leaving?”

“I have to.” He sighed deeply in response, the disappointed pout she gave him at his words causing his heart to shatter. “I really don’t want to go either.”

“I hate our job.”

“You’re not the only one.”

(Y/n) giggled quietly and slipped out from beneath the sheets to crawl over to his side, her arms wrapping around his own as she leaned against his shoulder with a sigh. A small smile tugged at his plush lips upon seeing her affection gesture and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the top of her head. The soft feel of her hair against his skin tempted him to remain in the area for a few moments longer, his nose burying into her locks with his eyes fluttering shut at the fragrance invading his senses. Being so close to him allowed her to become enveloped by his own scent that coated his jacket — an obvious note of sandalwood, yet tantalisingly sweet like toffee. The blend was intoxicating — so appetising and unapologetically him — that it left her instinctively leaning into him further to give it the opportunity to flood her senses more.

“Are you going to miss me or something?” Bruno mumbled in an amused tone, his lips twisting into a smirk at how her hold tightened around his arm.

“Something like that.” (Y/n) weakly smiled with her eyes fixated on the ground.

“I’m sure you’ll see me again tonight.” He replied in a hushed tone with a playful tilt of his head. “There’s only one last thing you need to show me.”

(Y/n) released her grip to peer up at him with wide eyes, her words falling from her in flustered stutters. “You want to do that tonight?”

“Cara mia, I don’t think I can wait any longer.” Bruno whispered, extending his hand out to grip her chin and tilt it up to meet his sapphire eyes. “Unless you don’t want to, of course.”

“I do. I’ll call you later.”

Bruno nodded with a soft grin, leaning forward with his hand resting on the back of her head to press a small, gentle kiss to her temple. She hummed in delight at the brush of his plump lips against her skin, her eyes fluttering shut as comfort enveloped her entire being at the slight contact. When he finally brought himself away, Bruno settled his hands on either side of her face and chuckled quietly at the visibly disappointed expression she shamelessly displayed.

“I’ll see myself out. Go back to sleep.” He softly spoke, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before he reluctantly rose from the bed to head in the direction of the door.

“Bruno.” (Y/n) called out to him before he could fully exit and grasped the carton of cigarettes on her bedside table.

He spun around on the spot at the sound of his name, his eyes widening at the sight of the box now being launched towards him. Bruno caught it clumsily and peered down at the item with a look of confusion. “Dolcezza, you know I don’t smoke.”

“We have a stressful job. I’d say that’s a valid reason to have one.” She responded with a shrug. “Or maybe I just wanted to give you something so that you would think of me later.”

“I’d think about you anyways.” Bruno muttered back, grinning in amusement at how her lips parted in surprise to match the soft, pink blush on her cheeks. “I suppose I’ll keep them though. Now go back to sleep.”

With a deep sigh, (Y/n) crawled beneath the sheets once again as he stuffed the carton into his pocket. He examined her intently, making sure she was comfortable from across the room before he would even consider leaving. The sight of her resting her head against the plush pillow with the covers pulled up to conceal half of her face was enough confirmation for him, his eyes softening and his body practically forcing him to remain here with her so he could keep admiring the adorable vision. Bruno knew he couldn’t stay; it was breaking his heart the more he realised that.

With a weak smile, he gave her a slight wave before exiting the room and down the stairs with heavy steps. Bruno hated this — it was harder to leave than yesterday. Leaving the house to be greeted by the cool, gentle breeze gave him time to realise just how much it pained him now that he was enveloped by the cruel feeling of loneliness. Maybe one day he would never have to; if he gathered the courage to ask her on at least one date, if their relationship started to trascend whatever it currently was, then maybe they could eventually abandon this lifestyle and wake up every morning without the heartache of leaving each other’s side.

It was a ridiculous thought upon further consideration. Once you entered Passione, there was no chance of being granted the opportunity to simply leave, and those who dared to do so without permission would forever remain a target. Living in fear was no way to live, but neither was this. Bruno desperately wanted to turn back, to slip beneath the sheets once again and hold her close to his chest like they had done this morning. Perhaps one day the universe would grant him his wish of the organisation changing for the better, grace him with the opportunity to finally rest and live a life of pure normality. If that day ever arrived, if a person ever came along that held his ideals and fixed everything the way he had been trying to for so long, then maybe he would be able to remain at (Y/n)’s side every morning. Bruno realised that he was thinking too deeply about a potential future with someone he wasn’t even certain felt the same way as he did; their relationship was whatever they had going on right now and he could live with that for just a little longer, but regardless, he was determined to eventually bring it to something more meaningful once they had fulfilled the promise of tonight.

Tonight would be one that he would never forget, no matter what the outcome of their relationship was.

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That night was one that Bruno would never forget for all the wrong reasons. If he was supposed to finally have his dream of giving himself to her entirely — to give her something that he could never reclaim — then why did that night never happen like they had intended it to? Why had she not called him when he returned home? Why had it been days since their last interaction? He even attempted to call her himself more times than he cared to admit, yet every attempt left him with only an automated voicemail in response and his heart shattering further.

Bruno sighed deeply and took a sip from the coffee he had prepared. Maybe it was a terrible decision to be consuming caffeine at such a late hour, but regardless of how much he put into his body, it never seemed to elevate the exhausted state he had been left in since that night. His tiredness was painfully evident; his usually straight, glossy hair was tousled slightly from the tossing and turning in his bed, and his heavy eyes visibly showcased his lack of sleep. Bruno was aware of how ridiculous it was to be such a mess over someone he had spent just two intimate nights with, but he couldn’t just forget what they had no matter how short it was.

Abbacchio stepped into the kitchen with a loud huff at the sight of his companion deteriorating even further. Bruno ignored the man’s noise and took another sip of his coffee, his eyes fixated on the counter as the warm liquid entering his body offered him some comfort for a few simple moments.

“Still nothing?” Abbacchio finally spoke and leaned back against the counter beside him.

“Still nothing.”

“Then maybe it’s time you start moving on.” Abbacchio responded in a tone more cold than he intended for it to sound. “It’s been days. If she hasn’t called you yet then she probably isn’t going to at all.”

Bruno hummed and brought the mug to his lips once again; the words of his associate, as harsh as they may seem to anyone else listening, didn’t effect him in the slightest. He knew Abbacchio enough to understand his personality, to not be offended by the cruel way in which he spoke sometimes and to know that there was care laced within whatever he said. The silver haired man simply sighed at the lack of response and shuffled to pour his own coffee — he had a feeling this would be another long night of remaining by Bruno’s side as he continued to drown in the sadness of his loss.

“Damn, Bucciarati.” The loud voice of Mista boomed around the room to indicate his sudden arrival. “What a mess. I didn’t think you liked her that much.”

Bruno sent a threatening glare in the younger male’s direction, causing him to sheepishly laugh and shrink back slightly when Abbacchio matched the look of their leader.

“Sorry,” Mista began with a weak smile. “I’m just not used to seeing a guy so depressed over a girl he just hooked up with.”

“We didn’t…” Bruno started to speak and found himself trailing off, his eyes flickering to settle on the ground awkwardly.

“Oh.” Mista blinked in confusion and folded his arms across his chest with a raised eyebrow. “Wait, you didn’t even have sex and you’re this depressed?”

“We did enough for me to be bothered by this.” Bruno muttered back and raised his mug to his lips once again, pausing with a look of confusion at the sound of Abbacchio now choking on the liquid he had thrown back during the exchange.

“Well, at least she didn’t leave you a complete virgin then.” Mista snorted with a teasing smirk.

“Do you really think that’s all I wanted from her?” He replied with an agitated expression that showcased a hint of disappointment at the assumption.

“So you do like her.” Mista responded with an amused grin, his words causing Bruno to flinch slightly and peer down at the cup settled in his hands. “I guess that means it’s time for an ambush!”

“An ambush?” Abbacchio repeated in a mocking voice.

“An ambush.” Mista confirmed and turned to face Bruno once again, who simply blinked in confusion. “Go get ready. We’re going to the club to confront your girl.”

“We’re not confronting anybody, Mista.” Bruno huffed and threw back the last gulp of his coffee.

“Actually, I’m all for this idea.” Abbacchio replied after considering the thought in his mind, his words causing Bruno to release a small noise of surprise.

“Dio mio.” He mumbled and pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “You guys are ridiculous.”

“Come on, Bucciarati! Don’t you wanna find out why (Y/n)’s ignoring you?” Mista whined and placed his hands on his hips.

“You know you want to.” Abbacchio continued with a teasing smirk, earning him a glare from Bruno. Just what satisfaction did his friend always seem to get from his demise?

“Tell Fugo and Narancia to spend the night studying and that it’s an order.” Bruno sighed and straightened himself up as he stepped in the direction of his bedroom. He cast his eyes over his shoulder to interrupt the knowing look his associates now shared with each other. “Don’t make me regret this.”

Mista examined the man’s departure intently, quickly darting to look at Abbacchio once he was certain they were the only two left in the room. The silver haired male raised his eyebrow, a look of disinterest on his face as he prepared to listen to the nonsense he was certain would soon fall from the boy’s mouth.

“So what exactly did they do?” Mista quietly asked with a mischievous grin. “Surely he’s told you. I need to know the details, Abbacchio.”

He sighed deeply in response, gripping the handle of his mug whilst clenching his free hand to gesture towards his lips. The action caused Mista to wail and fall on the counter with his arms folded in defeat, a visible look of disappointment on his face.

“I’m so jealous.”

“You and me both.”

Mista’s head instantly darted up to peer at the older man, his jaw dropping in surprise at the confession. Abbacchio simply raised his eyebrow once again at the expression he was receiving, almost as if he was silently questioning why his associate was so shocked to hear his words.

“You think she’s hot too?” Mista asked, displaying far too much excitement at the mutual feeling they shared.

“Very.” Abbacchio replied with more enthusiasm than he intended to display. Before he could press his mug to his lips once again, he flinched with a threatening look in the boy’s direction. “This is between us, got it?”

“Got it.” Mista huffed back, a smirk soon tugging at his lips. “I’m surprised though. I really thought that this whole time you were in love with Bucciarati.”

“Don’t be stupid.” Abbacchio hissed back and finished the final gulp of coffee that remained.

Mista’s lips parted to give another teasing response, but he quickly clamped them together when Bruno entered the room once again, an unimpressed look plastered on his face. He scanned the two, who visibly avoided his scrutinising eyes with noticeable discomfort.

“You’re not as quiet as you think, Mista. Go get ready.” Bruno commanded with a look harsh enough to make the boy shiver slightly, shifting it over to Abbacchio, who flinched immediately upon receiving it. “That applies to both of you.”

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The loud, booming music sounding around the club caused Bruno to wince at the deafening volume now flooding his ears — he did not miss this. Apparently his companion certainly did, the sight of Mista now excitedly cheering and pushing past him enough to confirm that thought. Bruno sighed deeply at the shameless display from the younger male before the realisation of the situation began to truly sink in. His eyes scanned the club anxiously with his heart thudding rapidly within his chest at the possibility of catching a glimpse of the woman they had all intended to find tonight. As much as he wanted to see her, to finally have the chance to interact with her again, he found himself trembling slightly at the thought of doing so. If she was here, would she even be happy to see him like she used to be? Maybe this was a terrible idea and he should just turn back now to avoid making this situation more painful than it already was. However, the sound of Mista now exclaiming even louder in pure joy as he entered deeper into the club ruined any possibility of being able to depart now.

“Let’s get wasted tonight!” Mista cheered with a look of utter excitement, the sight enough to make Bruno frown at his lack of regard to the real reason for their appearance tonight.

“We’re not here to get wasted.” He huffed and continued to nervously peer around him in search of (Y/n), yet all he was greeted with was the occasional view of individuals carelessly dancing around the room, some of them closer and more intimate than he cared to witness.

“Speak for yourself.” Abbacchio muttered and pushed through the two males to head in the direction of the bar.

Bruno watched his companions carelessly step away from him with the thought of consuming alcohol motivating their every move — so much for their support tonight. He was in no mood to ruin his sober state, even if it would distract him from his pain for awhile and maybe perk him up for the first time in days. There was only one reason he even came here tonight but even that seemed meaningless now the more he examined the room to never once catch a glimpse of the woman he was hopelessly searching for. His friends could have their fun — he just wanted to go home.

Turning on the spot, Bruno exited the club and sighed in relief at the noisy chatter of people occupying the area around the entrance. Despite their loud, drunken babbling, it was quieter than whatever song was currently blasting in the club and he appreciated the lesser volume, even if he hadn’t even experienced the music inside for that long. He leaned back against the wall and rummaged around his pockets, grasping the small carton he still kept with him since the day (Y/n) had offer it to him. Bruno popped open the lid and peered in deep contemplation at the collection of cigarettes inside — one wouldn’t hurt, right?

He slotted one of the cigarettes between his plush lips with a hint of reluctance, yet he found himself casting aside his hesitance when he remembered every excuse (Y/n) would give with each one she would smoke. There was always a negative reason for her bad habit, never her own fault or a result of her own addictive personality. Bruno laughed lightly as he pondered over the terrible explanations she would give him, his hand reaching into his pocket once again to gather the lighter he had acquired after she gave him the pack. Maybe he did actually intend to smoke one of her cigarettes one day — maybe he just wanted to feel close to her through the act.

With a few quiet clicks, a small burst of light erupted from the lighter and he brought the flame to ignite the end of the cigarette. He inhaled deeply, perhaps a bit too deeply, and coughed lightly at the unfamiliar sensation. Bruno had only tried this once and promised himself he would never make it a habit of his, but he found some relief in the nicotine flooding throughout his body this time around, and he even appreciated the feeling of the smoke creeping into his lungs. With a long exhale, he intently watched the cloud that fell from his lips and dispersed into the night air with evident longing. It was much prettier when (Y/n) did it.

Bruno allowed his hand to fall at his side, flicking the end of the cigarette to let the building ash crumble to the ground. He watched it scatter to the pavement before his attention was soon grabbed by noticeably loud clatters of shoes against the stone beneath, the noise enough to make him curiously glance up to witness the cause. His heart dropped at the vision of a familiar woman walking in his direction, her fingers clicking her lighter to ignite the cigarette placed between her own lips. The focus on her task left her oblivious to Bruno now staring at her with wide eyes, both in fear and surprise at the fact she was actually here in front of him, and his heart pounded at a rapid pace the more he processed her mindlessly stepping in his direction. She eventually glanced up to meet his fearful hues of blue, her own eyes widening to match his shock.

“Bruno?” She breathily responded whilst gripping the cigarette to remove it from its comfortable position between her lips. “What are you doing here?”

He gulped in response, his mouth opening to attempt to give her a witty response like he had done in this situation before, yet all he could do was remain silent. (Y/n) peered down at his hand with a raised eyebrow when she noticed a replica of what she held in her own. “Since when did you smoke?”

“Maybe I just needed one because this really cute girl has ignored me for the last few days and I’m going just slightly crazy wondering why.” Bruno responded, intending to make it lighthearted as he repeated the words she once spoke to him, but instead sounding completely defeated.

“You’re really so upset about it that you need to smoke?” (Y/n) questioned with a disapproving tilt of her head, causing him to raise an eyebrow back at her.

“Are you forgetting that you gave these to me?”

“You know what, that’s not even the point.” She huffed and slowly ran a hand through her hair. “What are you doing here, Bruno?”

“Do I always have to provide an explanation for being here?” He responded with an amused grin, his demeanour making her relax enough for her tense muscles to loosen for a split second. With a quick, final drag from his cigarette, he allowed it to fall from his fingers as he deeply exhaled. “I missed you. Is that a good enough reason?”

“I’ve been ignoring you. I thought that was a pretty obvious hint that I don’t want to see you.”

“Mi dispiace. I tend to understand things better when someone just explains what I’ve done wrong.” Bruno muttered back and narrowed his eyes at her.

“We’re not doing this here.” She growled back, furiously storming away from him and down the path in front of her, and the cigarette she never had the opportunity to indulge in now mindlessly cast aside.

Bruno’s lips parted in utter shock — what had he done so wrong to make her this angry with him? He huffed loudly and quickly stepped after her, grasping her wrist to make her turn to face him, which only earned him a look of surprise and irritation. Before she could yell at him for his actions, Bruno tugged her to the side and into the nearest alleyway. He’d come this far now and he wasn’t allowing her to just leave him in this unknowing state. The new area enveloped them in darkness, an uncomfortable silence settling over them as Bruno squinted at the depths of the alleyway to determine if they truly were alone.

“Is this a good enough place for you to tell me what I did wrong?” He finally spoke after he was certain they were the only two occupying the area.

“Why do you care this much?” (Y/n) hissed back and angrily folded her arms across her chest, eventually taking on a mocking tone. “Are you in love with me or something?”

The lack of answers, every question she responded with to his own in that taunting way — he’d had enough. Bruno backed her up with a threatening expression, the look enough to make her fearful for a split second at the visible indication she had pushed him to his limit. She collided against the wall with a small gasp, his hand slamming against the stone behind her to cage her beneath him. (Y/n) gulped nervously but attempted to keep a stern expression; she could easily see now why this man was part of Passione. She’d never seen his intimidating side before, never understood how someone as sweet as him could really be part of the organisation, yet here he was reducing her to a timid state like he probably did with so many others that dared to disrespect him.

“Is that what you want me to say? That I’m in love with you?” Bruno leaned down dangerously close to her face, the lack of distance causing her to tremble slightly. “Don’t be ridiculous, (Y/n).”

“Then what explanation do you have for calling me every day and for coming here looking for me?” She snapped back with more confidence now, even pushing closer to leave their faces just inches apart. “No one acts like this over just a meaningless hookup, Bruno.”

“Did you ever consider that I actually liked you and that none of this was meaningless to me?” He responded in a hushed voice, his tense muscles loosening at the weak confession. “Love is a strong word, (Y/n). I don’t know what that’s like, but I can at least admit that I care about you.”

“If you like me after just getting your dick sucked, you’re not emotionally ready for more than that.” She hissed back. “Clearly I made the right choice to not let you fuck me on the first night.”

“Is that why you’re so mad?” Bruno whispered and leaned close to her ear, his lips grazing against her skin to leave her limbs shaking at the contact. Strands of his raven locks brushed against her cheeks and caused her to gulp harshly at the blend of every small sensation, her nervous reaction bringing an amused grin to his face. “Are you just mad that I haven’t fucked you?”

“I don’t care about you enough to be bothered about that, Bruno Bucciarati.”

“Of course you do.” He challenged back and shifted his fingers down to the flesh of her bare thighs that her short skirt teasingly displayed, dragging them further up with every word he uttered. “If you didn’t care about me, why didn’t you just let me fuck you the first time I came back home with you? Why did you make it a point to do everything we did in stages? Why were you missing my touch every morning when I left you?”

(Y/n) released a shaky breath when he pushed underneath her skirt and rested his hand on her upper thigh, his head playfully falling to the side with an amused smirk on his face at the gasp that soon followed when he began to knead the flesh.

“Is this what you do in all your interrogations?” She barely managed to respond, her cheeks flushing at how he shamelessly continued his actions.

“I think you of all people should know that’s not true.” Bruno chuckled and lowered his head to her neck. He hovered above the skin for a moment before his lips eventually planted against her skin, the gentle action causing her fingers to reach out and grip handfuls of his jacket. “Now answer my questions.”

“What do you want me to say?” (Y/n) muttered back with a roll of her eyes. “That I like you too? You’re delusional if you think that I would say that after just two nights together.”

“Am I?” He questioned with a raised eyebrow, shifting his hand further up to run a digit along her clothed slit. The damp fabric beneath his fingertips made him grin so smugly back at her, the crimson in her cheeks developing to a darker shade now that her arousal had been discovered. “It’s hard to believe that you don’t like me when you’re already this wet. I’ve barely touched you, tesoro.”

“Don’t get cocky.” She hissed, her limbs trembling when he carefully pushed the soaked cloth to the side. “You were just a hookup.”

“Davvero? I don’t think people usually miss someone that’s just a hookup unless they mean something to them.”

(Y/n)’s body flinched at his words, parting her lips to challenge him once again but closing them just as quickly at the realisation that she couldn’t even deny that. Her eyes flickering to the side to avoid his intense gaze and the complete silence he received in response caused him to sigh deeply at the lack of confirmation. Bruno had experience when it came to interrogation and he knew exactly what methods to use to cause a person to break. Satisfaction was the key to the lock on her confession in particular and he wasn’t opposed to going to such lengths, not when this method brought him equal enjoyment.

“You’re a terrible liar, (Y/n). I don’t even have to taste you to know that.” He whispered, experimentally gliding his finger between her folds to drag a small whimper of delight at the subtle contact. “I already know that you’re hiding how you really feel. Make this easy and cooperate, understand?”

“I don’t have anything to tell you! I—” She desperately began, her words abruptly cut off with a shriek when he settled above her clit and began to circle it agonisingly slow. “Fine! I like you, are you happy now?”

“Very.” He chuckled back at her defeated expression, increasing his speed against her bundle of nerves to reward her for her confession. “All you need to do now is explain why you’ve been ignoring me.”

“Telling you that I like you wasn’t enough?” (Y/n) hissed back through gritted teeth.

“I always aim to pull out as much information as possible from the people I interrogate, cara mia, and you’re no exception.” Bruno muttered back and pushed himself dangerously close, hovering his lips above her own with a smug grin at how her eyes flickered between them and his sapphire orbs. “You seem to respond quite well when I touch you like this, so start talking.”

As soon as he uttered those words, he ceased his current actions to bury two digits into her entrance, the sudden intrusion causing her to release a moan louder than either of them had anticipated. (Y/n)’s cheeks burned at an agonising temperature, her head falling to rest against the wall whilst he thrusted his fingers at a slow, consistent pace. The clench of her plush walls around him and how her arousal allowed him to glide in and out so effortlessly left him just as flustered as she was, his breaths ragged when they fell from his lips.

“I was scared.” She admitted with a whimper when he increased his speed ever so slightly, a small hum of confusion erupting from him in response. “I can’t have feelings for someone.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it? Although I’m quite disappointed at how easy it was to get you to confess. A member of Passione shouldn’t be so easy to break, tesoro.” He teased in a hushed tone, the sight of her weakly avoiding his gaze causing him to tilt his head playfully at her. “Don’t let my words stop you from talking. I’m actually very interested in hearing more about why you can’t do that.”

“I feel bad for the people you’ve interrogated.” (Y/n) barely managed to respond as he continuously pumped his fingers inside of her entrance. The change of subject left him completely unsatisfied, motivating him to continue his actions with more intensity against a spot that left her abdomen tightening. “It’s because it’s too risky!”

“Keep going.” Bruno instructed and briefly slowed his movements to allow her the opportunity to speak more clearly, soft pants now falling from her lips in an attempt to regain a regular breathing pattern.

“You said it yourself. I’m a member of Passione. We put people in danger if we care about them, Bruno.” (Y/n) began with a nervous gulp, instinctively tightening her grip on his jacket at the weak display she was giving him. Pouring her heart out to him like this was embarrassing, but if he had dragged this much out of her now, there was no point in continuing to hide everything she felt. “I already like you this much after just two nights and I can’t bear the thought of something happening to you, especially if it was because of me.”

“Ragazza sciocca.” Bruno sighed deeply. “That’s why you’ve been ignoring me? I think you’re forgetting that I’m part of the organisation too. I’ve survived in this world for a long time, dolcezza. You must underestimate me if you think that I can’t protect myself.”

“It’s not worth the risk.”

“You’re worth the risk to me.”

(Y/n) flinched, her lips parting in surprise at the soft look in his ocean blue eyes to accompany his heartfelt words. It confused her greatly why this man was so desperate to convince her to abandon her resolve — did he really want to lose his virginity that badly? No, he could do that with anyone. His attempts to shatter the restraints on her heart were purely because he wanted to be the one that held it, not just to get between her sheets. However, as much as she wanted to cast aside her fears and allow herself the opportunity to indulge in her feelings towards him, she just couldn’t. If she already felt so strongly towards him now, how would she be able to cope if something happened to him one day when those feelings inevitably increased? (Y/n) didn’t want to put herself in that position — she didn’t want to put him in a position where he could become a target because of her past and future actions. When the only possible outcome for their relationship was a negative one — when their feelings only put the other person in danger — she knew that pushing him away was the right decision to make.

“Cara mia.” Bruno softly whispered to gain her attention after the silence between them started to last a little too long. “I’ve thought about this too. I’m aware of the risks that come with caring about someone when you’re in the organisation, but I’m confident in my abilities to be able to protect you from any danger. You just need to be confident that I can protect myself too.”

“We can’t do this to each other.”

“Basta.” Bruno commanded, his free hand shifting to settle against the back of her head as he pushed close to hover his lips above her own once again. “You’re overthinking this. Just let yourself like someone for once. Let yourself like me.”

Bruno’s request left her weak beneath his touch, her body betraying her mind to instinctively lean forward and capture his plump lips against her own. He groaned in delight at the contact he had been waiting so long for, the tantalising taste of her kiss flooding his senses. His grip against the back of her head tightened at the gentle swipe of her tongue along his bottom lip, immediately parting to grant her the entrance that she silently begged for. Bruno resumed his previous actions by thrusting his fingers inside of her at a rapid pace now that he was satisfied with her confession, the angle of his digits continuously nudging her sweet spot to reawaken that familiar tightness in her abdomen once again.

“Poverina.” He muttered with a teasing smirk at how she writhed from his relentless movements. “It must have been so hard for you to ignore me these last few days. Did you miss this?”

“I missed you.”

The breathless response she gave him left his heart thudding with adoration, his digits continuously brushing against her sweet spot to leave her plush walls clamping around them. He could feel how close she was with the way her legs trembled, the way her grasp on his jacket tightened so much that it left her knuckles burning white, and how her eyes silently pleaded for him to finally bring her the satisfaction that he had taunted her with during his interrogation. Despite how desperate he was to see her come undone now, Bruno allowed his selfish side to come to the surface and ceased his movements abruptly — he had to bring her pleasure through other methods, not just this.

With evident hesitation, he slowly retracted his fingers and gave her a sympathetic smile at the visibly disappointed expression on her face. Before she could complain about this, she opted to remain silent instead when he brought his digits up to his lips, parting to bury them inside. Bruno greedily lapped at the essence coating them with a satisfied hum, her sweet taste flooding his senses as he scrutinised her shameless stare at his tantalising display.

“Take me home and show me that you’ve missed me then, dolcezza.” He whispered and dropped to his knees to peer up at her with a teasing smirk, slowly trailing his fingertips up her thighs. “Or do I need to do more to convince you?”

She lowered down to grip his chin and tilted his face up to meet her gaze. His ocean eyes shimmered back at her — he looked so innocent like this, so willing to fulfill whatever desire she responded with, so tantalisingly submissive. (Y/n) released her hold to glide it over to his cheek, her thumb brushing against the soft, caramel skin beneath her touch when she settled it in place. Bruno leaned into her hand instinctively, raising his own to clasp his fingers around her wrist and press a gentle kiss to the inside. With his lips scattering so softly across her skin whilst he crouched before her, an evident look of admiration on his face as he did so, anyone would be certain that Bruno was worshipping the woman if they caught him right now, and perhaps he truly was. He looked perfect peering up at her with that lovesick grin; he was made to be beneath her and he relished in the thrill that came with it.

“You’ve convinced me. I’ll give you what you’ve been waiting for.”

“Brava ragazza.”

Bruno pushed himself off the ground and slipped his hand into her own, lacing their fingers together before he slowly backed out of the alleyway with his gentle tugs guiding her out with him. The street lamps illuminated the area ever so slightly, a gentle glow falling from each one to cast over (Y/n)’s features and give him the opportunity to appreciate her beauty more now that they were no longer enveloped by darkness. His heart thudded rapidly beneath his chest with every quick step down the path, the anticipation of what was to come motivating his body to increase his pace. This was really going to happen this time — this was going to happen with her. He had waited too long for this opportunity and he refused to prolong it any further by decreasing his speed now, even if the excitement he shamelessly displayed with every pull to her wrist caused him to look embarrassingly eager.

When they finally arrived at (Y/n)’s front door, she clumsily fumbled with her keys, missing the keyhole several times due to her fingers trembling with anticipation. Bruno was growing impatient with every delay, so much so that he almost took the keys from her to unlock the door himself, although he was certain he would be just as incapable with how the adrenaline left him shaking just as much as her. Relief washed over him once they were finally able to enter, his fingers immediately clasping around her wrist to pull her in the direction of her bedroom as she quickly tossed the keys to the side with little regard for where they landed. That was an issue for tomorrow.

Bruno instantly pulled (Y/n) close once they had entered the room, the comfort his surroundings offered him now giving his body the chance to relax ever so slightly. They were finally here and this was going to happen; he didn’t want to rush the process now that it was truly beginning. His hands settled on her waist as he pushed her firmly against him, lowering himself to lock her lips with his own. Despite wanting to take this slow, to appreciate every kiss and touch they shared, Bruno couldn’t suppress the craving that the taste of her lips only awoke further. He instinctively deepened the kiss, his fingers reaching up to push the confines of her jacket off of her shoulders before they greedily gripped at the hem of her shirt.

So much for not rushing this.

Bruno allowed her to tug the zip on his collar down before he proceeded with the rest of her clothing, his jacket quickly joining her own on the ground. The cold air grazing against his now bare chest left him shivering at the icy chill, or maybe it was caused by how her fingers danced across his tanned skin, focusing them along his firm, toned abs that flexed beneath her touch. The contact only increased his desperation, immediately returning his grasp on her shirt to slowly pull it over her head. It only started to occur to him now that he had the opportunity to relish in the vision of her wearing less and less that he had never viewed her in all her entirety before, the anticipation causing his heart to thud with excitement as he pushed her skirt down her hips.

“Lay down.” He commanded in a whisper, a breathy laugh erupting from her at the request.

“I thought that I would be the one in control tonight.” She giggled with a playful smirk as she settled back on her bed, the plush pillows enveloping her with comfort.

Bruno hummed with an equally smug grin before proceeding to carefully settle above her, caging her beneath him with his arms propped at either side. “If that’s what you want, tesoro. Who am I to deprive you of that joy?”

(Y/n) reached her hands up to gently place them on each side of his face, lowering him down to press his plump lips against hers. Bruno’s fingers tightened against the silk sheets beneath, the sweet taste of her kiss flooding his senses once again to leave him humming in satisfaction. He could do this forever if he was given the opportunity — it was intoxicating, addictive, consuming him entirely each time.

His fingers trailed along her stomach so delicately, eventually reaching up to brush across the lace fabric of her bra. The fullness painfully taunted him, tempted him to touch more in a way that left him sinking his teeth into his bottom lip with anticipation, yet he simply hovered over the area. (Y/n) detected his hesitation and offered him a sympathetic smile, a soft giggle erupting from her at the nervousness he displayed over such a simple move.

“Do whatever you want.” She whispered softly, swiping aside a collection of raven strands that fell in front of his face. “You’ve touched me a lot more than this before.”

Bruno released a breathy laugh in response — she was right. He wasn’t sure why this action in particular made him so nervous, especially when he had already touched her far beyond this. The reassurance encouraged him to tentatively grasp her clothed breast, kneading the flesh softly as he lowered down to press a gentle, affectionate kiss in the crook of her neck. Every quiet groan of satisfaction he received only fuelled his desire to see more, to feel more, to taste more. As much as he wanted to appreciate every sound and reaction, to take this slow like he previously decided he would, his impatience was only growing.

Bruno gripped her shoulders to pull her up with him as he settled on his knees, her body close to him with her hands pressed against his firm, toned chest. He shifted his fingers to her back and glided them across the fabric adorning it, determining the function of the clasps with visible nervousness. How he clumsily grabbed and fumbled at it with trembling fingers painfully showcased his inexperience, the length of time it was taking to undo the hooks causing his cheeks to flush a soft shade of pink.

“Are you struggling?” (Y/n) teased him, his actions immediately slowing to a halt as he sheepishly grinned back.

“Perdonami, I haven’t done this before.” He chuckled weakly, continuing his clumsy attempts until the clasps eventually broke free to leave her bra hanging loosely.

Carefully gliding the straps over her shoulders, he discarded the item to the side to add to the growing pile of fabric on the ground. She fell back almost gracefully, gripping his shoulders to drag him down with her as he settled his hands at each side of her head once again. Bruno couldn’t fight the urge to scan over her entirety now, his sapphire eyes widening in awe at the divine, full view of her body on display to him. His tongue instinctively darted out at the tantalising vision of her breasts, tightening his grip against the sheets to restrain himself from mindlessly diving forward. (Y/n) could easily detect that he was holding back, that the temptation was painful for him, and it was blatantly obvious with the way his breaths fell from his lips so hurried now.

“You don’t need to hold back.” She reassured gently. “I told you to do whatever you want. It’s your first time, so just do whatever feels right for you.”

Bruno nodded, his heart swelling with adoration. How had he managed to find someone so understanding of his embarrassing inexperience? He was certain that he looked a mess right now, that he was fitting the virgin stereotype perfectly, yet she didn’t seem to mind each time he made a shameful display. Bruno fought back any hesitation now — he could experiment however he wanted and she wouldn’t judge him. The realisation motivated him to grasp her breast once again with more confidence now, resuming his earlier squeezes to the flesh as he lowered his head to the other side.

“Bellissima.” He breathlessly mumbled, darting his tongue out to slowly drag it along her nipple with a slight shiver of excitement at the new, unfamiliar contact.

(Y/n) whimpered at the multiple sensations he provided her body with. She could feel every delicate lap against her bud, the swirl of his tongue causing her to writhe at the tightness that accumulated throughout her entire being. (Y/n) grabbed his upper arms tightly, her nails burying into his caramel skin when he abandoned his massages on the other side to softly glide his thumb across her nipple, prompting it to solidify beneath his touch. The consistent noises of delight that erupted from her at his attention to both of her breasts left him groaning in equal satisfaction, his body begging for him to continue to work his tongue against her nipple so that he could hear more of her melodic noises, although he was too desperate now to keep prolonging the very thing he had been waiting for.

He retracted his lips with evident reluctance, his mouth already pleading to be placed somewhere else. Bruno was addicted to her taste at this point. The flavour of her kiss, her essence — anywhere her body had to offer was tantalising beneath his tongue. Shifting down her lower half, he hooked a finger in the waistband of her panties to teasingly glide them down, never once removing his glistening, ocean eyes from her own. The evident look of hunger they conveyed left her trembling in anticipation, her heart thudding as he grasped her plush thigh and settled his face dangerously close to her core.

“Mi dispiace, cara mia. As much as I want to fuck you right now, I need to taste you again first.” He muttered, darting his tongue out to greedily glide it between her folds.

The sweet flavour of her arousal coated his tastebuds to leave him humming in satisfaction, drawing back with a shaky breath falling from his lips at the lingering taste. Bruno paused to briefly savour the feeling he had been deprived of for so many days, although the temptation soon pushed him to dive back in. He delicately dragged his tongue over her clit, the slow, teasing pace urging her to mindlessly clamp her thighs tightly around his head. The pressure around him didn’t bother him in the slightest — it only encouraged him to keep focusing his attention right there. His tongue greedily circled her bundle of nerves, occasionally switching to rapidly flick over it with the skill of a professional, as if this wasn’t the second time he had ever done this. (Y/n)’s fingers threaded through his silky, onyx locks, tugging at them with no regard for the pain she was inflicting on his scalp as she continued to grasp at any sections of hair that she could to ground herself. Every skillful swipe of his tongue felt painfully good, every movement leaving her limbs shaking around his head to accompany the loud groans of delight that erupted from her. The rapid pace he lapped at now continued to make her lower muscles tighten in response, her body writhing beneath his tongue that never once dared to cease its swift glides over her clit. Each further squeeze in her abdomen only indicated how close she was to falling apart from his actions, and as much as she wanted to give him that satisfaction, she was desperate to reach her release from other methods of his.

“Bruno…” (Y/n) weakly called out to him, yet despite her attempt to gain his full attention, he simply hummed in response as he continued to greedily lap at her clit. “Please just fuck me.”

That was enough to gain all of his attention now, his movements slowing to a halt with a slight flinch of his body. Bruno retracted with wide eyes, slowly swiping his tongue out to gather the excess coating his lips. The pleading look in her eyes conveyed her desperation enough to urge him to settle back on his knees, reaching his hands down to shakily fumble with the button of his trousers before he slowly pushed the confines of his clothing down. He gulped nervously — maybe even loud enough for her to hear — when his erection sprang free, prompting her eyes to greedily scan over his throbbing length.

Bruno barely gave her a chance to fixate any longer on the sight before he crawled over to settle above her, his heart thudding with a mixture of fear and anticipation as he peered down at her. He paused in deep contemplation, completely transfixed in her glistening eyes that stared back at him so softly, like she could detect the anxiety radiating off of his body now that he was at the final stage. Maybe it was nervousness that was causing him to hesitate, or maybe it was the fact that he was just in complete awe of the person beneath him, tempting him to admire her for just a little longer.

“Are you nervous?” (Y/n) whispered and reached a hand out to brush aside strands of his obsidian locks.

“Terrified.” Bruno breathily laughed back, leaning into her touch with a content hum at how she delicately rested her hand against his cheek.

“Just take it at your own pace. You can start whenever you’re ready.” She muttered back with a gentle smile, his tense muscles loosening at the reassurance.

Bruno released a shaky breath and reached down to wrap his fingers around his cock, slowly pumping his length as he pushed closer. He guided his flushed tip through her folds, a grunt escaping his lips at how her arousal coated him. When he nudged at her entrance, his heart thudded rapidly, tentatively pushing further into the comfort of her plush walls with his hand shifting away to grasp at the silky sheets. Every inch forward left him trembling, strangled groans escaping from him at how she enveloped his cock so deliciously — an unfamiliar feeling, utterly divine, and everything he had imagined every day leading up to this. (Y/n) whimpered in response to the stretch of her walls with each movement, her legs instinctively locking around his slender waist to tug him firmer against her body.

“Dio mio.” Bruno breathlessly spoke when he buried himself inside completely, his eyes clamping shut with a soft moan erupting from him at the tight squeeze around his length.

When he started to become accustomed to the new sensation, Bruno slowly retracted his cock from her entrance, experimentally thrusting back inside of her entirely. His eyes widened at how much satisfaction the action brought him, his head weakly dropping to rest in the crook of her neck with a loud groan escaping him. It felt good, too good, to the point he considered how he was possibly going to last when he was doing this continuously. That thought alone prompted his anxiety to increase dramatically, his body aching with the need to repeat his last movement whilst his mind begged him to just remain still.

“Bruno.” (Y/n) called out to him when she detected the tension radiating off of him, reaching her fingers up to glide them through his locks and rub soothingly at his scalp. “It’s okay. Take it slow.”

He raised his head from the hiding spot he had settled in moments before and offered her a weak smile in response, almost as if he was attempting to convey a silent apology. (Y/n) removed her fingers from him at the feeling of the tension dissipating, which Bruno instantly saw as an opportunity. Before she could place her hand anywhere else, he quickly reached up to grab it, gently lacing their fingers together. He settled their locked hands against the sheets, his eyes pleading for her to remain in this position with him; as much as her touch left him flustered, it equally brought him a sense of comfort, grounded him, and he needed it right now.

The reassuring squeeze she gave back eased him enough to continue, carefully retracting his length to thrust it inside of her completely again. Bruno slowly repeated the action, soft pants falling from his lips when he began to grow accustomed to the consistent movements. (Y/n)’s grip on his hand tightened when he tentatively increased his pace, his eyes squeezing shut at how just a slight change of speed brought his level of satisfaction higher. The noises of delight that fell from her lips with each thrust left Bruno dizzy, confirming that everything he was doing was absolutely right as the fears he once had for this moment seemed to dissipate into nothing. All that remained was pleasure and a focus to bring her the same amount he was experiencing.

He couldn’t quite recall a time where he felt this good, although it was hard to dig into the deepest parts of his mind to uncover a potential memory when every moan that escaped her was growing in volume, forcefully dragging him out of his mindless thinking to regain his attention. The symphony of noises she created left his head dropping weakly at the realisation he was the one conducting it, his fingers slipping from her grasp to gather hanfuls of the sheets once again. Bruno settled firmly against her body, their chests connected, hearts thudding beneath to clash together with the other. The contact allowed her to feel the thin layer of sweat that glazed his caramel skin, a result of the intense pace he was pouring every ounce of effort into maintaining.

Bruno’s lips parted to allow breathy moans to escape, obsidian strands swaying with every slam of his hips that produced a deafening slap upon contact, and his sapphire eyes now dazed at the pleasure consuming his entire being. The sight of this strong, confident mafioso reduced to such a state, utterly wrecked at the way her walls clenched around his length, lost in the depths of satisfaction that only she had ever provided him, was one (Y/n) would never forget. The image of his flushed cheeks, a bead of perspiration trailing down from his temple and eyes so heavy that they threatened to clamp shut would forever be engrained in her mind, his groans a melody that would repeat in her head for days to come.

However, (Y/n) was certain that she appeared just as flustered as he did, her body temperature increasing to a drastic level as her abdomen muscles tightened in response to every skillful slide of his cock. Bruno did this well, too well for someone who had never done this before, every nudge of his tip against her sweet spot leaving her vision blurry. The focus he maintained on that particular spot, the one he had quickly discovered would drag the most tantalising noises from her, only solidified her belief that the man was simpy a natural at this — a quick learner, or perhaps just destined to be a master of this art.

(Y/n)’s hands mindlessly slipped around his back, her nails burying into his skin to trail down. Red lines blossomed beneath, earning a groan from Bruno that conveyed the delectable blend of both pain and delight that he experienced from the action. She shifted her fingers to any section of his skin that remained untouched and continued to dig deeply into the flesh of his back, crimson trails scattered to serve as a reminder of what had occurred between them. Inflicting these marks upon him could no longer ground her from the tight squeeze in her body, the action useless now as her head fell back into the plush pillows.

“Bruno…” (Y/n) barely managed to speak, his eyes flickering to hers to catch the look of desperation they displayed.

“Cum for me, dolce ragazza.”

His command, although smooth, fell somewhat strained from his lips at the clamp around his length. It urged her inevitable release forward, her arms locking around him with her legs mimicking the action around his slender waist to hold him as close as possible. With his name erupting from her at a deafening volume, euphoria washed over her entire being, seeping into every corner of her body to leave her mind hazy. The flutters of her hot, plush walls around his cock left him falling into her neck in defeat, or perhaps triumph at the fact he was able to bring her to this despite his inexperience. Bruno’s thrusts never ceased for even a moment, continuously fucking her through her orgasm at the relentless pace he had acquired, and his own body threatening to come undone at the feeling of her attempting to drain him of everything he had to offer.

“Merda,” He breathlessly spoke, his words more hurried now at the desperation to gain a quick response. “I’m so close, cara mia, where—”

“Inside.” (Y/n) responded in a shaky voice, the instruction causing his muscles to tense in both surprise and uncertainty, which she was easily able to detect. “It’s safe.”

Bruno’s eyes tightly clamped shut in response, a soft groan of delight falling from him at the ability to fulfill his desire of filling her pussy completely. The thought only aroused him further, something he wasn’t even sure was possible at this point as the pace of his thrusts increased to an inhuman speed. Each harsh collide earned louder slaps in response to the contact than before, pairing sinfully with the squelches of her essence. Bruno’s hips stuttered at a familiar sensation flooding throughout him, his muscles tensing with his hand harshly grasping at the flesh of her hip, guaranteed to leave several bruises in the following days. He needed something to ground himself with; this was different than the previous exchanges. As heavenly as it felt to previously reach this moment from her mouth, this feeling was unlike any other — an indescribable sensation that nothing else would ever compare to. A loud, strained moan erupted from him, thick ropes of cum coating her insides with every pulse of his cock. The air was stolen from his lungs with every ounce that spilled from him, his hips jerking to an eventual halt as he relished in the blissful state his release granted him.

Bruno’s lips parted to allow soft pants to escape, his sapphire eyes hazy when he brought his head up to peer into her own. (Y/n) gave him a gentle grin back, her expression mimicked by him. Silence enveloped the pair with only the sound of Bruno’s gentle attempts to regain his regular breathing pattern accompanying them, their gazes firmly placed on each other in deep concentration, like they were quietly conveying what they truly felt. It went beyond just attraction and a simple arrangement to bless him with every first time experience — something they were both aware of this entire time, but completely certain of now they had indulged in this experience. Although unspoken, the two of them were sure of the fact that their relationship had transcended whatever it once was; a deeper connection had formed between them that they would never be able to abandon. The true feelings between them didn’t need to be said — the look they shared was enough to show them.

Bruno leaned down to capture her lips against his, the gentle feeling enough to leave him sighing in delight. This kiss was different. It wasn’t hungry and laced with lust, but passionate with the desperation to further showcase their adoration through actions. Bruno melted beneath the pillow-like feeling of her lips enveloping his own, mischievously swiping his tongue along her bottom lip to leave her shrieking in surprise. He breathily laughed at the noise, retracting with a smug smirk before carefully sliding his length from between the comfort of her walls. A small grunt slipped from him at the sensation, his action bringing a whimper in response from (Y/n) at the empty feeling that soon replaced where he once settled. Bruno’s eyes flickered down to catch a glimpse of his cum now trickling down from her entrance, the sight enough to tempt him to fill her up once again. She immediately noticed the visible look of hunger in his hues of blue, causing her to giggle at how he greedily stared with obvious intent.

“Was that not enough?” (Y/n) questioned with a teasing tilt of her head, the sound of her voice dragging him out of his trance to meet her eyes.

“More than enough, actually.” Bruno chuckled back. “Perdonami, tesoro, you’re just so irresistible. How could I not consider filling you up all over again?”

“Maybe tomorrow I’ll let you do it again.” She sheepishly laughed, the offer tempting her for a split second until the display of the early morning hours greeted her on her bedside table.

“Is that a promise? The last time we arranged something like this I was ignored for days.” Bruno teased with a smirk, earning him a weak smile.

“I’m sorry.” (Y/n) whispered and he gave a soft grin back in understanding. “That won’t happen again. I promise.”

“You must really like me then.” He muttered with a smug expression, lowering his face close enough to gently bump his nose against hers. “Or was this just really that good that you couldn’t live without it now?”

“Both.” She replied, the confirmation causing him to flinch in surprise.

“Does that mean I can take you on a date tomorrow then?” Bruno asked, his hand settling on the side of her face with a look of complete adoration. “As much as I enjoy doing this with you, I really did mean it when I said that I like you, and I intend to make this something more.”

“I’d like that.”

“Mi fa piacere.” He mumbled, pressing his lips to her forehead. “Let’s get you cleaned up now.”

(Y/n) gave him an affectionate smile, her heart swelling at the care he displayed. She watched him intently as he shuffled away from her and gathered his earlier discarded trousers from the ground, gracefully sliding them to rest on his hips. With him turned away from her, it gave (Y/n) the opportunity to greedily scan over his back, admiring how his muscles flexed with every movement. His caramel skin glistened ever so slightly at the thin layer of sweat still glazing him; it had cooled somewhat, yet still remained just barely visible. Fastening the button, he cast his eyes over his shoulder with a knowing smirk, like he knew that she had been shamelessly staring at his upper body the entire time.

“What’s with you? Seen something you like?” Bruno playfully teased with a raised eyebrow, causing her to blush slightly beneath his gaze.

“Definitely. It’s hard to not stare at you.”

He released a breathy laugh at her inability to deny his claim and proceeded to the door. However, before his fingers could clasp the handle, the sound of his name being called urged him to cease his movements and curiously glance behind him. Bruno’s eyes softened at the sight of (Y/n) now seated upright with a noticeable blush, her hands nervously fidgeting with a handful of the silky sheets.

“You know that I like you too, right?”

“I do now, amore mio.”

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so I’m making the veryyy bold decision to delete a bunch of my work from a few months ago bc after reading over them I realised how different my writing style is ?? I feel like my old ones are somewhat rushed and don’t reflect how I currently write so I’m gonna rework all of them which is probably a terrible decision when I’ve already got a bunch of drafts but :,)))

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This is a picture for those who think being a writer is easy: WE FEELING STRESSED ALL THE TIME!!!!!

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Please Please Please | Rohan Kishibe x Reader

Summary: Rohan isn’t the best boyfriend sometimes but everyone makes mistakes, right? Maybe losing someone he cares about is what he needs to fix his behaviour.

Tags: AFAB, Hurt/Comfort, Established relationship, Set a few years after DiU, Alcohol mentions, Request for @anixson <3

“Let me see if I’m understanding what you’re saying correctly.” Josuke began in an agitated tone, his hands waving dramatically as he spoke. “You arranged to meet Rohan here an hour ago and he’s only just text you now to say that he isn’t coming, and it’s because he’s gone off to do research for that stupid manga of his?”

(Y/n) winced slightly at how truly pitiful the situation she had found herself in was when it was spoken by someone else. She nodded with a sheepish smile, causing Josuke to shake his head with a look of disgust at the confirmation. (Y/n) shuffled awkwardly in her seat and attempted to ignore the sympathetic expressions on everyone’s faces around her; maybe it would have been better if her friends didn’t notice her sitting alone at the table just moments before.

“Why are you even dating him?” Josuke huffed and slumped back in his chair, his gaze fixated on her and full of judgement.

“Josuke, that’s not fair.” Koichi, always the voice of reason, replied gently. “Rohan doesn’t have much experience with this. I’m sure he didn’t intend to upset (Y/n).”

“Yeah, he has no experience because no one is stupid enough to date a guy like that.”

“Josuke!”

“It’s fine, Koichi.” (Y/n) interrupted their exchange with a raised hand, retracting it quickly at how visibly shaky it was as a result of her sadness that she was so desperately trying to conceal now.

“Not to make things worse, (Y/n), but that is a pretty horrible thing to do.” Okuyasu mumbled, his input causing Josuke to frantically nod his head in agreement.

“Everyone makes mistakes, right?” (Y/n) weakly responded, a quiet noise of surprise falling from her lips at the feeling of Yukako now reassuringly patting her back with a small smile.

Yeah, everyone makes mistakes. However, just how many mistakes had Rohan made in such a short amount of time? This was a fairly new relationship, yet every week since the beginning seemed to bring a new reason for why entering it had been a terrible decision on her part. If this was anyone else, (Y/n) was certain she would have abandoned the relationship by now. The fact it was Rohan was what made her stay so willingly, her heart’s desire for the man betraying the good judgement she usually had when it came to situations like these.

How could she leave him now when she had craved his affection for the longest time? The thought of giving up now — especially after such little time together — made her feel nauseous. She wasn’t prepared to make that decision just yet, not when she was still completely infatuated with him regardless of how negatively he effected her. (Y/n) couldn’t exactly complain when she had entered this relationship knowing just who Rohan was as a person; she had developed an attraction to him for all that he was, which included his terrible attitude and the impulsive journies he departed on, even if those trips left her abandoned and without any notice of his sudden absence. If she wanted to remain at his side, if she wanted to continue to be the one who held his heart, then she had to just simply accept these flaws. It was painful, sometimes so much so that it left her heart broken beyond repair, but everything was worth it when he returned back to her and displayed the affection that no one else ever saw.

The thought of how he would hold her in his arms with such obvious adoration was enough to make her forget about the negative aspects of their relationship for a moment, a small grin tugging at her lips as she pondered over the memories of his soft hold around her. “I promise that he’s different when he’s with me.”

“Give me a break.” Josuke huffed with an irritated, long rub to his temple. He rose from his seat with a deep sigh and stepped over to settle behind her, his hands dropping to her shoulders. “He better not have upset you so much that you miss my party tonight.”

“I’ll be there, Josuke.” (Y/n) giggled whilst leaning back to peer up at the younger male.

“I guess that means your idiot boyfriend will be there too?” Josuke continued with a teasing smirk.

“If you’re lucky he might not come.”

“I’m hoping that’ll be the case.”

(Y/n) released a breathy laugh at his words, gathering her belongings and rising from her seat to give him a playful nudge with her elbow. “It’s your twenty-first birthday party. Try to enjoy it regardless of your guests.”

After exchanging a series of goodbyes, (Y/n) waved to the group as she headed away from them and in the direction of her house. The silence that enveloped her now was comforting, allowing her to breathe and think more clearly without the consistent disapproval of her companions. She appreciated their concern for her, but their words still stung when they were laced with such obvious confusion at why she continued to deal with Rohan’s behaviour. (Y/n) didn’t want to keep focusing on the matter for any longer — she had a party to get ready for. Maybe dressing herself up would make her feel better about herself after today’s terrible incidents, and maybe the process of doing so would distract her from reality for awhile.

(Y/n) eventually arrived at her house and began to rummage through her bag with a deep sigh, her fingers falling upon the collection of keys to drag them out with a quiet jingle. Entering the building, her weak limbs carried her up the stairs and in the direction of her bedroom with a heaviness that was only starting to become apparent to her now. Who knew that waiting around for a boyfriend that didn’t even show up for the date would be so exhausting? After considering her situation further now that she was alone, the silence was almost deafening in comparison to the comfort it brought her during her journey home. The only sound that accompanied her was the gentle rattles of her wardrobe and drawers closing behind her — she really wished she could hear Rohan’s voice too. Perhaps if she could hear him in some way, whether it was in conversation or just the sound of his pen scribbling against his sketchbook, it would help her to brush aside what he had done today with more ease. (Y/n) knew that just seeing him would be enough to forget everything — she was just weak like that when it came to him.

(Y/n) slipped into the dress she had gathered from her wardrobe moments before, the garment hanging off her body as she fumbled awkwardly behind her to grasp the zip. It would hug her form much better after fastening it up completely and the sound of her front door opening made her sigh in relief at the fact she would finally get the assistance she desperately needed right now. There was only one individual who had access to her house and the thought of finally getting to see him left her heart thudding in anticipation, so much so that she already seemed to cast aside how he had embarrassed her just hours before.

The sight of the familiar green haired male stopping at the entrance to her bedroom to lean against the doorframe made her abandon her continuous attempts to zip up her dress. Rohan sighed deeply at the weak smile she gave back to him, pushing himself from his current position to take steps towards her at the sight of her pleading eyes. He gently brushed aside the strands of her locks settled on her back that practically demanded to be caught if he didn’t do so, his fingers grazing the skin on the back of her neck to leave her shuddering at the sudden contact. Settling one hand on her waist, he brought the other to the dainty zip to drag it up to completion so agonisingly slow. Rohan instantly noticed her slight shiver at his actions, a smirk tugging at his lips at how much she responded to such little touch from him.

Rohan peered up to relish in the vision of her in the mirror before them, his hands instinctively resting on her hips as she met his gaze in the reflection. He greedily scanned over her form and how the dress hugged her so perfectly, the sight of her immaculate appearance causing him to mindlessly lean down to press his plush lips to her bare shoulder. She was divine — a masterpiece — and Rohan appreciated art when he saw it, even if it wasn’t created by his own hands.

“Beautiful.”

Everything he did left her breathless, the hold he had on her waist loosening to allow her to breathe properly once again. He took a seat at the edge of her bed with his hands lazily resting behind him to prop him up, never once daring to remove his sight from her as she grabbed her heels and prepared to slip them on. With so much focus on the simple task, she was completely oblivious to the way Rohan now pushed himself forward to scrutinise her actions closer.

“Don’t move.”

(Y/n) ceased her movements with a confused blink, turning to face him with one hand against the wall and a leg awkwardly raised to step into the last shoe she had yet to put on. When Rohan dipped down to gather his sketchbook and pen, she huffed loudly when she began to register his intentions — was this really necessary? This was such a basic task and she was certain she didn’t look flattering in the slightest, but she knew her boyfriend well enough by now to not challenge him with her thoughts on the matter. Everything was a reference for him, a way to capture reality and implement it into his work, and she didn’t particularly mind being his muse every now and then. However, it would be much easier if he became inspired when she was in more comfortable positions.

“Rohan, I can’t stay like this forever.” She sheepishly laughed, her fingers tapping against the wall as she awkwardly scanned around the room.

“Forever? You clearly underestimate my abilities if you think I can’t get this done in five minutes.” He scoffed back with rapid scribbles against the page and the occasional glance up to register every detail of her form.

“Maybe this is a stupid question.” (Y/n) began after not even a minute of silence enveloped the pair, causing Rohan to hum in acknowledgment. “Are you coming to Josuke’s party with me tonight?”

“That is a stupid question.” He blankly responded and put his sketchbook beside him with a wave of his hand to indicate for her to relax her current position. “Of course not. I have better things to do than celebrate another year of that idiot’s existence.”

“Rohan.” She sighed back at his harsh words and finally slipped into her last heel, stepping over to stand before him with a disappointed look. “You could at least try to make an effort with him. Besides, what else could you possibly have to do tonight?”

“Anything is more worth my time than seeing him.”

“Then…” (Y/n) trailed off and settled herself on his knee, her arms locking around his neck to shuffle herself so close that their noses brushed against each other’s softly. Rohan’s eyes fluttered to a close for a moment as his hand instinctively moved to rest on her thigh, the scent of her sweet perfume flooding his senses. It was intoxicating, so much so that it always left him weak, and he slowly opened his eyes again at the sound of her voice. “Why don’t I miss it too?”

“Why would you do that?” Rohan questioned with a tilt of his head.

“So that I can stay with you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He sighed deeply in response. “If I have free time, I intend to make the most of it by leaving Morioh tonight to get a head start on more research.”

“Wait, you’re leaving again? You just got back.” She mumbled in disappointment, her arms falling from their position around his neck to fall loosely at her sides.

“Of course.” Rohan replied bluntly with a raised eyebrow at the visible look of sadness on her face. “It would be a waste of time to do anything else.”

“Even spending time with your girlfriend?” (Y/n) questioned with slight irritation, opting to settle her tone to something softer when he peered back in confusion at her outburst. “Don’t you think it would be nice to just stay in together for once?”

“Not when I could be using that time for my work.” He stated, his body flinching when (Y/n) huffed and stood up from his knee with her back turned to him. “I’m failing to see why that’s so annoying to you.”

“Maybe because it feels like I don’t even have a boyfriend sometimes.” She muttered sadly, keeping herself turned away from him so that her dejected expression was out of his view.

“You know what my priorities are, (Y/n).” Rohan spoke in a cold voice. “You also knew them when we started this. They haven’t changed just because we’re in a relationship.”

(Y/n)’s lips parted in utter shock and she spun around to face him, revealing her disappointed expression to him now. She wasn’t sure why this had let her down so much; Rohan was always unapologetic about his true feelings and tended to be quite harsh when expressing them. Maybe it was the confirmation that he didn’t prioritise her, or maybe it was the fact that she was starting to realise that maybe her friends were right. Despite how quiet they tended to be when it came to her troubles — apart from Josuke, who always shamelessly voiced his opinion on her partner — she knew they would rather her be dating anyone but Rohan whenever she spoke of his negative behaviour. The awkward looks they exchanged between each other expressed their feelings loud enough, yet every time she chose to ignore them and listen to her heart instead of her mind. Koichi was the only one she cared to listen to, but that was simply because he would try to offer reasonable explanations for the man’s behaviour — he was too nice to say anything as harsh as Josuke would, even if he agreed with his friend.

Everything was starting to make sense now, however. All the looks of disgust, the pleas for her to leave this relationship — her friends were right. Rohan didn’t care about her and she was certain this man wasn’t capable of caring about anyone or anything other than his work. (Y/n) always knew this, yet the sweet words he occasionally uttered, the resemblance of her every feature in his character designs and how weak he appeared when he confessed to her first had completely clouded her judgement on his actual personality. All of these things had blended together to create an image of him, one that differed greatly to what everyone else saw and one that just wasn’t the real Rohan Kishibe. This relationship was fairly new and they hadn’t been a part of it for long, but it was long enough for her to question just why she hadn’t thought to do this sooner. It was a painful realisation what she needed to say now, her heart shattering at the thought of where this was going to leave them.

“Maybe you shouldn’t be in a relationship then, Rohan.” (Y/n) whispered back, causing him to widen his eyes in response. “Maybe we shouldn’t be in a relationship.”

Was she breaking up with him? Rohan wasn’t sure how to process that. On the one hand, it didn’t particularly hurt because he was actually quite accustomed to this. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever actually even entered a relationship with someone before (Y/n); people didn’t ever stick around after dates when they learned of his behaviour and schedule, so he was used to being left pretty early on. However, this was probably the first instance he had been broken up with after a significant amount of time. Wasn’t it supposed to be painful? It was definitely bruising his ego, but of course, Rohan Kishibe didn’t have time to be upset over something as insignificant as a breakup. No, this was an opportunity for more freedom, for more time to conduct research and focus on his work. If this was the path she had chosen for them, he would gladly walk down the same one.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t.” Rohan finally muttered back with a deep sigh and stood from his seat on the bed. He gathered his bag, pushing his sketchbook inside before throwing the strap over his shoulder. “I’m far too busy for one anyways. It isn’t worth my time to be doing this.”

(Y/n) gritted her teeth in irritation, her eyes welling up with tears to leave the vision of him walking in the direction of her door blurry. The small sniffle that fell from her caused Rohan to cease his movements and cast his eyes over his shoulder. With her head lowered to conceal her face and a few tears dropping to the carpet below with soft patters, he actually felt slightly guilty for maybe the first time in his life, so much so that he even debated on going over to pull her into his embrace. He knew that wasn’t a good idea, that it wouldn’t change anything now as they were both certain this was the end, or at least he was certain. (Y/n) was completely right; he shouldn’t have a relationship. He wasn’t going to pull her into his arms and give her the impression that he was willing to fight to stay in one when he knew he wasn’t.

“Thanks for ruining my makeup, idiot.” (Y/n) managed to mumble out and furiously stepped over to her desk, rummaging through the bag placed on top of it to gather some products that would be able to fix the streaks and smudges her tears had caused.

“You’ll still look pretty regardless.” Rohan spoke with a shrug and raised an eyebrow in confusion when she turned to face him with a puzzled look.

“Are you really going to be nice to me now that we’re broken up?” She sniffled back in disappointment.

“It’s not about being nice. I’m just stating a fact.” He huffed back and rolled his eyes. “I appreciate art when I see it, (Y/n), and you’ll always be a masterpiece to me.”

(Y/n) flinched at his words, her jaw dropping at how beautifully he spoke about her despite what they had just gone through. He had uttered sweet enough things before, often pointing out how she was an inspiration to him and how perfect her features were to draw, yet he had never voiced them quite like how he did now. Before she could even say anything in response, he was gone from the spot he once stood in, the noise of his steps down the stairs and the eventual close of the front door indicating that he had left the house entirely. (Y/n)’s heart shattered at the realisation that he was never coming back; he hadn’t just left her house, but her life completely. Tears began to cascade down her cheeks again, leaving her huffing at how they further removed the effort she had put into making her appearance immaculate. What was the point in crying though, really?

This was for the best, right?

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(Y/n) knocked on the door to Josuke’s house with a deep breath. She had managed to fix her tear stained face, smoothed her dress out to remove any creases and had plastered a confident, although definitely fake, joyful expression on her face. Her appearance was fine, perfect even — no one would be able to detect her actual depressed state right now. Gripping the gift underneath her arm tighter at the sound of the lock twisting, she smiled softly at Josuke now shrieking in excitement as he threw his arms around her clumsily. Was he drunk already? The faint smell of alcohol lingering on him paired with his slightly rosy cheeks definitely seemed to give that impression.

“You actually came!” He exclaimed whilst pulling her inside, his eyes lighting up when she passed the gift towards him. “You got me something? You didn’t have to do that! Not bringing your boyfriend is already a great present.”

“Ah, yeah.” (Y/n) sheepishly laughed when she registered the fact Rohan wasn’t with her. Well, why would he be now? “I guess I have one last present for you then. He’s not my boyfriend anymore.”

Josuke’s fairly tipsy state relaxed for a brief moment, his lips parting in shock when he processed her words. He shuffled on the spot awkwardly as he considered how to approach the situation — it probably wasn’t the smartest idea to jump with joy at the fact she was free from Rohan now, although his body was aching for him to let his restraint go and do just that.

“Are you okay?” Josuke managed to mumble out, his concern so evident in the gentle look he gave back to her.

“Never been better.” (Y/n) weakly smiled back. She knew Josuke would be able to detect that she was lying but she didn’t have the strength to argue back if he did call her out, and instead decided to change the subject before he could do just that. “Are you going to get me a drink and help me get to the state you’re in or not?”

Josuke’s tense muscles loosened, an amused grin soon tugging at his lips as he threw an arm around her shoulders and guided her in the direction of the kitchen. “That’s my girl! Let’s get wasted!”

“Your girl? I’ve been single for an hour, Josuke.” She playfully teased him, which caused a soft, pink blush to dust across his cheeks and a breathy laugh to fall from his lips.

“You think I’m flirting with you? Come on, (Y/n), you know I’m not the type of guy to hit on a girl the same day she breaks up with someone.” He chuckled back and began to grab a bottle of alcohol that he knew she enjoyed, tipping a decent amount into a glass carefully. “I usually wait at least twenty four hours so you’ll see some real flirting tomorrow.”

“Please don’t bother.” (Y/n) giggled back and took the glass from him when he poured in enough mixer to sweeten her beverage and dilute the alcohol. “I’ve literally known you since you were a kid.”

“Hey, I was a teenager when we met, not a kid!” Josuke challenged back while preparing his own drink, eventually turning to her with a mischievous smirk. “You’re not that much older than me anyways. Maybe an older woman would be good for me.”

“Does liking older people run in your family or something?” She snickered and brought her glass to her lips.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Remind me what the age gap is between your parents again?”

“Okay, I guess you have a point.”

(Y/n) giggled softly at the boy’s defeat, almost forgetting in the middle of their lighthearted exchange that she was heartbroken just moments before arriving. The silence that settled upon them offered her a chance to now remember what had occurred that day, her joyful expression weakening at the realisation. Josuke noticed how she deflated ever so slightly and grasped his glass, linking his free arm in hers with a reassuring grin on his face.

“Come on, let’s go see everyone. I can’t let you get all sad, can I?” He muttered and tugged her along to the living room.

It was a drastic contrast to the quietness that enveloped them in the kitchen. The room was full of people that (Y/n) didn’t even recognise, but she wasn’t surprised at the boy’s popularity after what they had all been involved in years before. Considering how heavily involved everyone had been in the Yoshikage Kira case, it was hard to keep their names from spreading around Morioh after the incident and almost everyone in town knew of them. News travelled fast and Josuke’s endearing personality only added to people’s fondness for him — he was definitely the star of the group, the one that almost everyone recognised after they learned of their involvement, and the one that everyone wanted to become friends with.

The chatter of everyone in the room — most of them tipsy and giggling loudly — was a little overwhelming, especially with how weak (Y/n) currently felt after today’s unfortunate events. Even the usual enjoyable sound of Prince blasting around the house was too deafening now, despite how she would usually find comfort in the drastic volume of his music when she would listen to it with Josuke. She desperately scanned the area in the hopes of finding the familiar faces of their little group once people began to excitedly wave and step over to Josuke; she didn’t have the energy to converse with strangers. A quiet conversation with her friends that she actually knew was what she needed right now.

“I think they’re upstairs.” Josuke dropped his voice to a level audible enough for her alone when he detected her discomfort. Of course he knew exactly what she was thinking.

(Y/n) nodded and slipped away before the strangers could begin their attempt to converse with her too, awkwardly pushing through the people occupying the stairs. Even the hallway had random people scattered around it, her eyes continuing to anxiously search for anyone she knew as she attempted to ignore the curious stares of those around her. She found her cheeks heating up slightly at how the unfamiliar men in particular seemed to focus on her a little too intently, their interest so clear in how they offered a smile and scanned over her form. They weren’t exactly unattractive; if her heart hadn’t been shattered earlier that day, she might have even approached them to indulge in some meaningless flirting. However, she couldn’t bring herself to think about anyone other than Rohan now. He may have been terrible to her, reducing her to a complete mess because of his cruel ways, but she couldn’t just cast aside her love for him so soon. Getting over him was definitely going to be hard, even if his behaviour should make it nothing but easy.

(Y/n) instantly pushed the door of Josuke’s room open and sighed at the silence, a loud shriek soon falling from her lips when she registered several eyes now staring back at her. The rapid beats of her heart from the initial shock began to settle when she noticed they belonged to the very people she had been searching for, her expression softening as her tense muscles loosened.

“What are you all doing in here?” She quietly asked and took a seat on the bed beside Okuyasu, his arms lazily thrown behind his head whilst he peered up at the ceiling.

“We needed to get away from whatever the hell that is downstairs.” Okuyasu sighed back, which earned nods of confirmation from Yukako and Koichi now resting on the ground.

“I guess he’s pretty popular.” (Y/n) sheepishly laughed back.

Koichi glanced over to the door and back to her several times with a look of confusion. He appeared as if he was expecting something, like he was waiting for someone else to soon join them, until a sudden realisation made him sympathetically smile in (Y/n)’s direction.

“Rohan decided not to come then?” He asked with evident hesitation, almost as if he knew that his question would be an uncomfortable one for her.

“Yeah, about that…” She trailed off, a sudden, noticeable sadness radiating off her body to make the group straighten up with curiosity.

They had to find out eventually.

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Rohan was totally fine about this. Did it hurt that he had lost the one person that he actually managed to have a relationship with beyond just a first date? Not at all. It wasn’t a long relationship — definitely a significant amount of time — but it wasn’t that deep and meaningful. That’s why he was okay about this. It was no loss to him.

However, if that was true, then why was his heart aching at the realisation that he could no longer say that (Y/n) was his girlfriend?

It was pathetic, really. Rohan Kishibe didn’t need a relationship. In fact, he didn’t even want one in the first place. Love and affection isn’t something he particularly desired in his life; he obviously only allowed it for once because it was beneficial to experience if he ever needed to incorporate the concept into his work. It had absolutely nothing to do with how beautiful she was, how inspired she left him with every immaculate feature she possessed, or how utterly weak she left him whenever he was in her presence. No, their entire relationship was just for experience — to understand the true reality of how these things worked — and not because he was completely infatuated with her.

Maybe if he kept telling himself that, it would distract him from the pain slowly creeping further into his heart.

Rohan huffed loudly at the thoughts racing in his mind — he wished they would settle for just a moment and allow him to breathe. He didn’t even need to be thinking like this, yet no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop. He had better things to be pondering over, but even so, it was her alone that consumed his mind entirely now; every delicate touch against his skin, the intoxicating, sweet scent of her perfume that would invade his senses and leave him dizzy, and how divine she looked at the exact moment he had made the terrible mistake of abandoning her.

When he considered how perfect she looked in that dress, he wondered just how he had the strength to leave her when she appeared as beautiful as she did. He’d never get to see her like that again, but at least he managed to sketch the image so that he would never forget it, although he was certain he would never be able to lose that memory anyways. The thought of her showcasing herself in that dress at Josuke’s party and effortlessly commanding the attention of everyone with her immaculate appearance left him more irritated than he cared to admit. Rohan had no reason to be mad — she was single now and she was allowed to entertain those who were most likely going to show her interest tonight, so why did the thought of that make him feel nauseous?

The possibility of that happening was enough to make him turn on the spot and head in the direction of Josuke’s house instead of his own. Was he really going to go to this ridiculous party just to make sure that didn’t happen? Absolutely. After all, it would be embarrassing if it became known that Rohan Kishibe had not only been broken up with, but his partner had moved on almost instantly with someone less than him. This was necessary to protect his image.

Rohan shut off his arrogant side for just a moment to consider the reasoning for his actions more deeply. Was this really just to ensure that his reputation wasn’t ruined? Who was he kidding — he was doing this because he adored her and he couldn’t bare the thought of her displaying her affection towards anyone but him. That thought probably made him far more nauseous than the idea of her being with someone else. When had he become so weak? Rohan despised how much his true feelings were guiding him in this situation, but maybe for once in his life he should abandon his pride and accept defeat.

He couldn’t keep telling himself that this entire relationship was just an experience for him when, in reality, he had entered it for a true reason. Rohan adored her — he needed her — and he had made a terrible mistake that he needed to fix now. It truly puzzled him how he hadn’t realised it sooner, how he hadn’t noticed it when he craved her touch, appreciated her beauty, and when his heart would thud rapidly whenever she was near him. This wasn’t just an experience — this was infatuation, something genuine. Is this what love felt like? Rohan couldn’t consider any other possible explanation when the thought of her no longer being with him now left his heart aching.

When he finally arrived at Josuke’s house, he raised a clenched fist towards the door and paused with a deep sigh. If he was going to attempt to get (Y/n) back, he was going to have to play nice to actually get inside the house, even if the thought of being nice to Josuke was repulsive. Rohan left a few hurried knocks to the door and eventually found himself face to face with the very person he didn’t particularly want to see, both of their expressions displaying disgust when their eyes met.

“What a horrible birthday this is turning out to be.” Josuke muttered quietly to himself, causing Rohan to roll his eyes when he managed to catch exactly what the younger male had said. “Why are you here?”

“If I remember correctly, you gave me an invite when you gave (Y/n) one.” Rohan mumbled back as he narrowed his eyes at Josuke.

“I’d say that invitation was retracted when you guys broke up.” He snapped back, yet soon found himself sighing in defeat when Rohan avoided his stare with evident discomfort. “If I let you in, you better not upset her.”

“I don’t intend to do that.” Rohan confessed with a shake of his head, the genuine tone of his voice leaving Josuke slightly shocked. “I want to make things right if that’s okay with you.”

The immediate change from genuine to snappy made Josuke huff loudly; why did he believe this man could be anything but rude for just a moment? He stepped to the side to allow the older man to enter into his house, his fingers reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose in deep contemplation. Josuke really hoped this wasn’t a terrible move on his part — he really didn’t want to make (Y/n) more upset by forcing her to interact with Rohan now that he had let the man in. The sound of his name being called made Josuke withdraw his hand and peer up at the male now casting his gaze over his shoulder towards him.

“Happy Birthday.” Rohan reluctantly muttered, immediately stepping away from Josuke the moment he spoke.

The younger male blinked in confusion. Was this the Rohan Kishibe that he knew or had he just allowed an imposter to enter his house? He considered the imposter explanation deeply — there was no way the real Rohan would wish him a happy birthday. Josuke shook his head and decided to trust that it truly was him. Maybe this breakup had affected him so much that it pushed him to change his ways.

Rohan scanned every room intently, frowning with each failed attempt to find the woman he was desperately looking for. He shifted from the kitchen to the living room, only ever finding groups of people that he had no interest in whatsoever before he took careful steps up the stairs to further his search. He pushed open every door that was situated in the hallway, eventually giving Josuke’s bedroom door a nudge to find several familiar faces occupying the area. The sudden intrusion left them all staring back in confusion, their puzzled expressions soon morphing into looks of shock at the unexpected appearance of him.

However, (Y/n)’s surprise was the most visible, her jaw dropped as her heart thudded in both fear and anticipation. Had he come here for her? That was the only explanation she could come up with — there was no way he’d come here to celebrate Josuke’s birthday. She gulped nervously and gave a nod to the group when they all sent concerned looks in her direction, almost as if they were questioning if she wanted them to leave. They all rose from their current positions to awkwardly exit the room, complete silence enveloping the area now that their mindless chatter had disappeared.

Rohan took tentative steps over to the bed and dropped to sit beside her, his eyes nervously shifting around the room as he wondered just how he was supposed to do this. Had he ever apologised to anyone before? (Y/n) shuffled uncomfortably at the awkward tension settling over them now, parting her lips to speak but soon shutting them at the realisation that she had nothing to say at all.

“I’m sorry.” Rohan muttered with his face turned away from her in the hopes that she wouldn’t catch the soft, pink blush now painted on his cheeks.

“What for? I might actually believe you’re sorry if you told me why and could look at me while you do.”

Rohan slowly turned to face her at her request, revealing his flushed cheeks that caused her expression to soften slightly. This must be painful for him. The giggle she released at his flustered state eased the tension in his body for just a moment, a deep breath falling from his lips as he mentally prepared to pour his heart out for the first time in his life.

“For not treating you the way you deserve.” He mumbled quietly. “I don’t want to break up, (Y/n).”

She hummed in acknowledgement, a smirk tugging at her lips when she scrutinised the man’s defeated state. Could she drag his feelings out more if she tested him a little? “I’m pretty sure we already broke up. Are you saying you want me back?”

“Yes, I’m saying I want you back.” Rohan huffed in irritation at the teasing grin she gave him. He could quite easily see her intentions, how she was attempting to taunt him, but he knew she had every right to push him a little after how he treated her.

“Really? I thought this relationship wasn’t worth your time?”

“You’re worth all my time.”

(Y/n)’s smug smirk soon disappeared at his genuine confession, her eyes widening at the soft look he gave back to her. He meant that. Rohan wasn’t the best at conveying his feelings, always opting to ignore them and instead giving rude responses to hide how he genuinely felt. If anyone was ever fortunate enough to hear something like this from Rohan, they knew he was serious and meant every word he said.

“You mean that, don’t you?” (Y/n) whispered back with a small smile, earning her a nod in response.

“Of course I do, I’m not a liar.” Rohan replied and shuffled a little closer now, their shoulders brushing against each other’s as he leaned dangerously close. “You can have all of my time from now on.”

“All of your time?”

“…Most of my time.”

(Y/n) let out a breathy laugh and brought her hands up to rest on each side of his face, tugging him close to rest her forehead against his. His eyes fluttered to a gentle close, a quiet exhale escaping from him at the comfort of her delicate touch against his skin. It had only been a few hours that they were apart, yet it felt like an eternity now that he was finally in her hold once again. How had he never appreciated this before? Her fingertips against him always felt nice, but now it felt like heaven, and he never wanted her to remove her divine touch from him ever again. It puzzled him how he nearly deprived himself of this joy forever — he would never take her affection for granted again.

This is where he wanted to be. This is who he wanted to be with for the rest of his life.

Rohan instinctively leaned into her touch, reaching a hand up to rest it on top of her own. His heart skipped a beat as he inhaled gently and that familiar, sweet scent of her perfume invaded his senses, a sigh soon escaping his lips at the relief of experiencing it again. All of this almost felt like a dream, although he was certain this was real when he felt the gentle sensation of her thumb carefully running along the surface of his cheek. He pulled back slightly to scan over her features, leaving him in complete awe at how someone could really be so beautiful, so perfect, and how he could be so foolish to have let her go once before. It made him consider a particular feeling that he had briefly pondered over earlier and with the way she was looking at him now, he had never been more certain of what it was that he felt, so much so that he couldn’t suppress the words that he never expected to say to anyone.

“I love you.”

A small gasp erupted from (Y/n), her eyes glossy from the tears building within them. He flinched at the sight — was that not what she wanted to hear? No, that was everything she needed to hear. Rohan’s anxieties were cast aside when she tugged him close to break the agonising distance between them, her lips capturing his own and instantly proving that his fears were unnecessary. His fingers shifted to tighten around her wrist slightly, the tantalising taste of her kiss consuming him so much that he barely even registered the lack of response to his confession. It was okay. He didn’t need her to repeat those words. All that mattered was that she had heard them from him and he would never retract them, even if she never returned the same words.

When she eventually withdrew her lips from his own, he looked at her with a little disappointment at the lack of contact; he wasn’t quite ready for her to pull away so soon. (Y/n) giggled quietly at how his current expression was laced with a hint of anticipation, almost as if he was expecting something more, and she was more than happy to fufill his desire now.

“I love you too.”

What a relief.

Rohan let out a long, deep breath that he wasn’t even aware that he had been holding in during the wait for her response. However, before he could relax entirely at the confirmation of her returned feelings, he found his body tensing once again at the sight of her weakly smiling down at the ground. Rohan gently tightened his hold on her wrist to give her a reassuring squeeze and bring her attention towards him, his eyes full of concern when she peered up to meet his gaze. (Y/n) looked like she was contemplating something deeply whilst she stared back into his hues of green, like she was searching for the answer to something unspoken, and his demeanour grew increasingly more nervous beneath her scrutinising eyes.

“Loving you is terrifying when I know that you could hurt me again.”

“Loving you is easy,” Rohan began and tugged her wrist down to lower her hand from his face, his fingers slowly trailing up to lace them between her own. “and I don’t intend on hurting you again.”

(Y/n) blinked back in surprise, the tension in her muscles dissipating slightly as she released a small, sheepish laugh. “Josuke’s going to be furious that I’m giving you another chance.”

“I don’t care about his opinion.” Rohan scoffed back, causing her to softly sigh in response.

There it was — the Rohan that she knew. The Rohan that she loved. (Y/n) was aware that he wouldn’t remain in this apologetic, affectionate state forever, that his true nature would soon return to the surface, but that was exactly why she loved him. How he could display such affectionate towards her and then switch so quickly to his usual, snarky behaviour with everyone else was a blend that made Rohan, well, Rohan.

With a deep sigh, (Y/n) stood from the bed and outstretched her hand towards him. “Come on, let’s go home.”

“Home? Don’t be ridiculous. You wanted to see your friends, didn’t you?” He replied and took her offered hand to stand before her.

“I do, but I don’t think you want to be here, do you?”

“Not at all,” Rohan bluntly answered, his honesty causing her to giggle slightly. Her laughter ceased abruptly when he gripped her chin to gently tilt her face up, their noses softly bumping together with how close he settled himself now. “but I can pretend if this is what you want.”

“You’re an amazing artist, Rohan, but I’m not so sure about your acting skills.” She teased back, her words earning her a scoff in response as he pulled back from her with a roll of his eyes.

Taking her hand in his, he slowly intertwined their fingers and began to pull her in the direction of the door. However, before he could reach the handle, the sound of her anxiously calling his name made him stop instantly and turn to face her with a puzzled expression, although it softened immediately at the sight of her nervously shuffling on the spot.

“Please don’t make me regret this.” (Y/n) weakly mumbled with evident fear in her eyes.

“I told you that I wouldn’t hurt you again, didn’t I?” Rohan muttered back, her body tensing with the guilt of even uttering those words after he had so genuinely conveyed his feelings. “I don’t plan on doing anything that would make you regret this ever again.”

Maybe it was the gentle look in his emerald eyes that convinced her, or maybe it was the consistent light squeezes that he would give to her hand as he tugged her out of the room to repeatedly reassure her. Whatever it was, something told her that it was the right decision to trust him this time, that she had no reason to regret giving him this chance and that he truly meant every word he said.

Maybe it was okay to abandon the good judgement she usually had in these situations once again.

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I used to be so organised with my writing and irdk what happened bc wdym that I used to focus on one piece at a time and now I have 5 drafts that I go between writing every day

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dear anon who requested the rohan hurt to comfort I quite literally got inspo for your request today and I will absolutely begin writing tonight so I don’t lose the idea LMAO

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thought i’d put a little post on here to say that you can send me asks at anytime and I rlly don’t mind what they are! regardless of how busy I am I always check whatever is sent to me ^_^ and on that note if you ever want to send requests, ask me questions abt me personally (at least as much as I can answer without exposing myself too much) or want to know abt writing, I will check! never fear my schedule or anything I am always free for you guys !! want advice on writing? hmu! wanna talk about bruno? DEFINITELY hmu :,) I love getting your asks and I’m always aiming to answer them no matter what they are <3

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Hello dear author. I saw that you were very busy, so I didn't dare ask. But, you haven't forgotten about my request about hurt-comfort with Rohan? Or is it no longer relevant?

you can ask me anything anytime! ^_^ I definitely have not forgotten your request <3 I need to come up with a plot for it and then I’ll write soon I promise! I’ll do some brainstorming tonight <3

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A Virgin Living Dirty Dreams | Bruno Bucciarati x Reader

Summary: Part 2 of a several part fic where the reader gives virgin bruno all the first time experiences 😳 now it’s your turn reader, enjoy another night with him xoxo

Warnings: AFAB, 18+, Smoking, PWP, Oral Sex (F receiving only)

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Bruno stepped into Libeccio with slight reluctance, pausing for a moment to take a deep breath before he was greeted by the noisy, boisterous men he could already hear situated at their usual table. He’d managed to make enough time when he woke up to slip back home and cleanse his body of last night’s activities, although he’d have preferred to stay comfortable in the arms of the woman that he had shared them with. His hair was immaculate, braid styled to its usual perfection with his signature gold clips slotted on each side, and his suit was crisp and pristine. He looked fine, like his typical collected self, yet he still feared that there was one tiny detail at least one of his associates would catch a glimpse of and begin to question him over. Bruno was not in the mood to be interrogated about where he ended up last night; he was ecstatic at the fact it happened, the glow in his caramel skin a clear indication of that, but a hint of bitterness laced his joyful mood due to having to leave (Y/n) behind this morning.

Bruno continued towards the table with a slight wince at the way Mista groaned loud enough to command the attention of the entire restaurant, his head buried in his hands as he dramatically chattered about how he would never consume alcohol again. Abbacchio huffed in response — the younger male’s complaints about his hangover might possibly be worse than his drunken state. Bruno gave the silver haired man a sympathetic smile when he seated himself beside him, his sapphire eyes softening to offer a silent apology for leaving him to deal with the teenager.

“Bucciarati, if you ever leave me alone with Mista all night again, we may start to have issues.” Abbacchio huffed, his lips twisting into a smirk to display his lighthearted intent.

“Mi dispiace. It won’t happen again.” He chuckled back, flinching in surprise along with the others at the table when Mista instantly yelled and raised his head up at the sound of Bruno’s voice. Was he really that hungover?

“Oh yeah, where did you go last night?” Mista questioned whilst digging his fork into the tantalising strawberry cake in front of him.

Bruno’s lips parted ever so slightly, his eyes shifting between each of the men now staring at him with curious looks — he did not expect to get put on this spot this early. The teasing smirk Abbacchio gave him in particular was shaking his confidence, ruining the ability to give them the perfect excuses he’d repeatedly practised all morning in the most believable way possible. Bruno awkwardly cleared his throat and attempted to ignore the amused grin Abbacchio gave him while he leaned on his elbow to rest his chin on his hand, so clearly entertained by the fact that his friend would have to explain the very thing he already suspected.

“I went home.” Bruno responded, cringing a little at how unconvincing he sounded. That was probably the worst excuse he could have given.

“When did you come home?” Fugo asked whilst exchanging a look of equal confusion with Narancia. “We were up till pretty late and we didn’t hear you come back.”

“Really?” Abbacchio replied, his tone amused and the smug expression on his face only becoming more visible.

Bruno winced; he forgot that the boys were currently occupying his house. He glanced over at Mista, who hummed in deep thought as he scrutinised the older male intensely. Bruno gulped nervously the longer Mista kept his gaze fixated on him, his eyes silently pleading with the teenager to just remain quiet, yet the quiet begs he hoped to communicate were completely missed. He could see the moment that Mista finally came to the sudden realisation, eyes wide with surprise and a hint of envy when he sprang up from his seat with a loud slam of his hands against the table.

“That girl!” Mista shrieked, earning him a few questionable looks from the customers situated around the restaurant.

“Keep your voice down. People are trying to enjoy themselves.” Bruno hissed angrily whilst giving everyone who had glanced over an apologetic smile.

“Did you do it?” Mista whispered with more excitement than Bruno expected to see, the teenager’s eyes now shining with curiosity. “Man, I’m so jealous.”

“What did you do?” Narancia innocently questioned with slow, confused blinks and turned to Fugo with a tilt of his head, who only blushed deeply in response. He did not want to be the one to explain to him what the older men were potentially discussing.

“Yeah, Bucciarati, what did you do?” Abbacchio continued with fake innocence. Bruno had never felt violent towards his companion before, but he was certain if he kept up this teasing, he would send his fist straight into the man’s face.

“Bucciarati, did you get hurt?” Narancia suddenly switched the subject, his hand reaching up to point towards Bruno’s collar.

Bruno’s head was spinning; each question left him dizzy with exasperation as he pinched the bridge of his nose with a deep, exhausted sigh. He barely even registered the boy’s question, completely oblivious to the way he now reached up further towards his collar. All these questions were ridiculous and he wasn’t sure how to respond to any of them — this was exactly what he didn’t need today. A sudden grasp to his collar caused a quiet noise of surprise to fall from his lips, his body falling down slightly when Narancia pulled it so harshly to get a better view of the redness that was barely peaking out above the fabric. The action left the deep, crimson mark on display for not only Narancia, but everyone occupying the table now, their bodies all shifting to examine the reason for the teenager’s dropped jaw.

“You did get hurt! Bucciarati, who did it?” Narancia frantically asked, a threatening look taking over his expression at the thought of someone attacking his leader.

A soft, pink blush dusted across Bruno’s cheeks at the exposure, his hand gently swatting away the grasp on his collar as he leaned back into his seat. He remained silent, attempting to block out the quiet chuckles from Abbacchio, who brought a hand up to his lips to suppress the amused noises escaping them. Fugo only stammered in response to Narancia now innocently demanding an explanation for not only Bruno’s silence, but the silver haired man’s entertained laughter. Mista exclaimed louder once he caught a glimpse of the deep, red mark, a look of pride and excitement gracing his features at the subtle indication of what his leader engaged in last night.

Bruno hated this; he would rather relive the moment his associates discovered he was a virgin than continue to be questioned like this. He was the one who did the interrogating, the one who was always in control. His usual collected demeanour — that strong, confident image he always displayed — was shattering further and further. His companions were entirely to blame, their continuous teasing and attempts to pry deep into his personal life leaving him admitting things about himself he never intended to, regardless of how harmless their intentions were. It was all too much — he needed to get away from all of this, even if it was just for a second.

“When I come back, I expect this topic to be done with.” Bruno instructed in his usual authorative tone as he rose from his seat. “We have a job to do today. That’s all we need to be discussing.”

Silence fell upon the table once the gang detected the agitated state the man unintentionally displayed, causing them to exchange a few guilty looks at the realisation that maybe they had gone too far with this. Bruno took steps towards the exit and released a deep sigh of relief at the gentle breeze that greeted him, the chatter of the locals filling the street a much more enjoyable sound than the consistent, noisy questions from his group. He fell back against the wall as he peered up at the clear, blue sky, his tense muscles loosening at the reassuring feeling of being alone with only a comfortable quietness accompanying him. He could breathe properly again now.

Bruno’s mind began to trail off to thoughts of the woman he had reluctantly left this morning. He missed her; her arms wrapped around him, the affectionate kisses she peppered against his lips and how she would shift to scatter them across his torso. The sensation of her fingertips trailing across his skin was one he was desperate to experience again, his heart aching at the empty feeling of no longer being beneath her touch. Slipping out of her hold to return home was one of the hardest things he had ever had to do and he wasn’t even sure if he would ever get the chance to be back in it again. That thought terrified him — he had to at least see her again.

A familiar, gentle voice calling his name was enough to drag him out of his thoughts, his eyes blinking in confusion at the vision of the very person he had been daydreaming about now stood before him. Maybe the universe wanted to bless him today, or perhaps it pitied him once it learned of his pathetic desire to meet with the woman he had spent just one night with. Regardless of the reason, Bruno had never been more thankful in his life for the opportunity to be in her presence once again — he desperately needed it right now. He pushed himself gently off the wall, unable to suppress the grin that tugged at his lips now that she was here once again, which only caused her to tilt her head playfully at his evident look of joy.

“I didn’t expect to see you again so soon, Bruno Bucciarati.” She giggled, examining the soft expression he gave her further. “Did you miss me or something?”

“Would it be weird if I said that I did?”

“Not at all.” (Y/n) grinned at the confirmation and took a step towards him to whisper at a level audible enough for him alone. “I’ve been missing you too, actually.”

“You have?” Bruno asked with a teasing smirk, earning him a nod in response that paired so cutely with the mischievous grin on her face. “I can tell when someone’s lying, you know.”

“Maybe you can show me how tonight.” She mumbled back in a hushed tone, her words breaking his confidence for a split second as he blinked in surprise at the offer.

“You want to see me again?”

“Of course. I said I’d have fun teaching you, didn’t I?”

Bruno gulped, the temperature in his cheeks increasing to leave him a gentle shade of crimson before her. She giggled at the flustered state she once again managed to reduce him too, opting to spare him the embarrassment of pointing it out. (Y/n) instead decided to begin rummaging around in her pockets to pull out the small carton she was all too familiar with and carefully dropped a cigarette into her hand. She slotted it between her lips, her lighter soon producing a small flame after several quiet clicks to ignite the end of the cigarette. Inhaling deeply, the nicotine soon flooded her body to bring her some comfort, which only resulted in Bruno raising his eyebrow when he watched her actions intently.

“I kissed you last night, didn’t I? What reason do you have for this one?” Bruno asked with an amused grin, falling back against the wall once again with his arms folded across his chest.

(Y/n) released a small, breathy laugh at his words and leaned back beside him, her fingers pinching the cigarette after another long inhale to rest it at her side. She parted her lips to allow the smoke to escape, forming a cloud that soon dispersed into the air around them. “Is missing you enough of an excuse?”

“I can live with that.” He mumbled back, his eyes casting down to meet her gaze. “But I’m here with you now. You can’t still be missing me.”

“I’m not missing just your presence, Bruno.” She whispered and leaned up to drop her voice even lower. “I miss your taste too.”

He flinched in surprise as he processed her words, a bright, pink blush spreading across his cheeks yet again. How did she have the ability to so effortlessly leave him flustered? Bruno simply hummed in acknowledgement, settling his gaze on the clear sky one again whilst she took another long, deep drag from her cigarette. A smirk tugged at his lips when he considered his next approach and he pushed himself off of the wall to lower himself down to her level, forgotten confidence returning to wash over his entire being now.

“I wouldn’t mind tasting you tonight instead, tesoro.” Bruno muttered in her ear, his lips brushing against the skin ever so slightly to leave her trembling at the tantalising blend of his words and actions.

“You will. I promise.”

Their noses grazed each others, both of them completely oblivious to the fact they had settled their faces so close during their exchange. (Y/n)’s eyes scrutinised his features now that they were left with such little distance between them, her focus placed on his plump, plush lips in particular. Bruno knew that look — she wanted to kiss him. He desperately wanted to kiss her too, yet he found himself hesitating to do so when they were in public, especially when the pair hadn’t established a relationship beyond what they had engaged in the night before. He jumped in surprise when (Y/n) took it upon herself to make the first move, her lips connecting to his cheek so quickly he barely had time to register the action.

“I have a job to do.” She spoke whilst taking a step away from him. “I’ll see you tonight, Bruno. You know where to find me when you’re ready.”

Bruno could only nod back, his heart thudding in anticipation at the promise of another night with her. She offered him a small wave as she stepped down the street, the vision of her becoming less clear, yet still visible enough for him to see every sway of her hips when she walked. He was in a complete trance with the appetising movements, his teeth sinking into his lower lip with excitement at the thought of him being able to bring her satisfaction this time. Bruno couldn’t wait to see her again — to kiss her properly, to touch her more, to taste her finally.

He entered Libeccio once again with a grin so wide he couldn’t suppress it, the look of joy so evident to his gang when he seated himself at their table. Abbacchio opened his mouth to speak but found himself closing it instantly; he suspected the reason for his friend’s happiness, a particular woman in his mind when he considered the cause. After Bruno’s agitated state from the previous interrogation, Abbacchio decided to just remain silent, not wanting to irritate him again and give the group more reason to tease him.

“Alright. We have a job to do. It should be easy and I want to get it done as quickly as possible.” Bruno addressed them all in a commanding voice, the urgency he expressed enough to confirm Abbacchio’s suspicions. The amused, breathy laugh he released was missed by his leader as he continued to rapidly explain the details to his gang.

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Bruno sighed deeply, anxiety increasing drastically with every further step he took in the direction of (Y/n)’s house. He was excited, the anticipation enough to distract him during the mission he was supposed to be entirely focused on, yet every move forward was just another reminder of the fact that he was about to engage in another new experience. As desperate as he was for this opportunity, as much as he wanted to reciprocate the pleasure she had blessed him with the night before, Bruno was terrified. He’d never done this before and the thought of being a complete unprofessional, disappointing mess left him trembling with more fear than excitement.

He paused at the door for a moment, his fist raised but unable to collide against it. Bruno gritted his teeth in irritation at himself — what was he so nervous for? (Y/n) had accepted his inexperience, so graciously offered to show him how all of this works. Maybe it was the pressure of matching the satisfaction she had brought him, which he knew was impossible when he had lived his life so far without ever touching a woman. Bruno wasn’t oblivious to the fact that everyone had to start somewhere; even (Y/n) was inexperienced once, her abilities developing as a result of engaging with others before him. He despised that thought, quickly pushing the idea of her with anyone else but him out of his mind.

Bruno was thinking too deeply about this. He could do it — it was just going to take a bit of practise. However, he couldn’t do that if he turned away now, and standing with his clenched fist against the door was only prolonging the start of the inevitable. He mustered every ounce of courage he could and gave a few gentle knocks, the lack of response enough to make him consider knocking again. When he realised how eager that would make him appear, he retracted his hand weakly, his head spiralling with thoughts of why she wasn’t answering. Was she avoiding him? Had she not returned from her job yet? Had she been hurt during her job? No, he really hadn’t been waiting there for long; he needed to calm down.

Bruno’s unnecessary fears soon settled at the sound of the lock quietly twisting, the vision of her glistening eyes peering back at him as she revealed her entire form to him enough to completely silence his mind. His expression softened when he stepped inside and turned to face her joyful grin; she was happy and it was all because of his presence. Bruno barely had time to scrutinise her divine appearance more due to her rapidly throwing her arms around his neck, pulling him down to rest his forehead against her own.

“Would it be weird to say that I’ve missed you again?” (Y/n) whispered with a soft giggle, her nose bumping against his own whilst she peered affectionately into his sapphire eyes.

“There’s nothing weird about that.” Bruno mumbled back, his eyes fluttering shut as he leaned further into her hold. “I missed you too.”

(Y/n)’s fingers threaded through his silky, obsidian locks, pulling him closer to capture his lips against her own. They were so appetisingly plush, so deliciously sweet, and even with his lack of experience, he worked them so well upon hers now after just one night of guidance. The sweep of his tongue along her bottom lip left her dizzy at the silent request, her mouth parting to grant him access. His tongue flawlessly danced with her own, so much so she was left bewildered at how he could possibly be so natural at this after just a handful of times with her alone.

Bruno’s fingers shifted to trail down her sides, the feeling of thin, lacey material against his skin enough to make him retract his lips from hers. He took a step back and felt his breathing hitch at the sight that greeted him. A black babydoll adorned her figure so perfectly and his eyes widened in surprise the more he scrutinised the article of clothing. The material was so transparent he could see the thin straps of her panties hugging her hips, causing him to experience that familiar, tight strain in his trousers the more he fixated on the tantalising display. His eyes dragged up her form to scrutinise her outfit choice even further, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip at the way the garment pushed her chest up just enough to showcase the fullness of her breasts.

“Did you wear this for me or is this just the sort of thing you usually wear?” Bruno muttered with a mischievous smirk, his fingers fiddling with the edge of the skirt that settled against her thighs.

“Definitely for you.” She giggled back, her response causing him to push his hands beneath the garment to squeeze the flesh of her hips.

She was driving him crazy; any hesitation he had to go further with her was cast aside by the sight of her in this outfit alone. Bruno pressed his lips against hers with more evident hunger now and continued to knead her hips, the action dragging a satisfied groan from her that sent a shiver of excitement down his spine at the response. Every kiss only became more desperate, more passionate, and they only pulled apart to rapidly head in the direction of (Y/n)’s bedroom.

Bruno stumbled backwards through the door, his lips quickly and frequently colliding with her own before the back of his legs bumped against the bed. He allowed himself to fall back with her landing above him, her body pressed so firmly to his own as they continued to exchange a series of deep, passionate kisses. Bruno’s fingers slipped beneath the lacy material adorning her figure to fiddle with the thin straps of her panties, pushing them down ever so slightly with such an obvious hint of reluctance — was it too eager on his part to take them off so soon? He wasn’t even sure what move to make next once he removed the article of clothing. The fact he couldn’t just tear them off and bury his tongue between her folds like a professional made him feel weak; she had to be the one to guide him through this exchange, otherwise he was going to make a complete fool of himself.

(Y/n)’s fingers fumbled with the zip on his collar, pushing the confines of his jacket off of his shoulders to cast it behind her with little care for where it landed. As much as these movements perfectly matched last night’s routine, she tactically aimed for the side of his neck she hadn’t yet scattered deep, red marks upon, her lips trailing across the clear skin with such little pressure it left him shivering at the gentle touch. Regardless of how delicate her actions were, he knew the intention wouldn’t remain innocent for long. Her teeth sinking into his flesh only proved his point, the soft sucks she paired her bites with leaving him groaning in delight at that familiar blend of pain and pleasure that flooded his senses.

“My gang saw the last ones you left.” Bruno managed to mutter out through gritted teeth.

“Oh, those cute boys you brought to the club with you?” (Y/n) responded in a teasing tone once she retracted her lips, her head tilting to the side playfully as she admired the jealousy that flashed through his eyes. The flinch of his body and the somewhat irritated look he gave her only confirmed his envy, and she couldn’t suppress the smirk now creeping onto her face at the sight.

“You seem mad. Did your friends tease you?” She continued, her tongue flattening against the skin of his neck to trail over the new, crimson mark blossoming in the area. “Maybe it was my plan all along to make sure they saw.”

“You wanted people to see?” Bruno mumbled back with an amused grin. “I didn’t think you were the possessive type, dolcezza.”

“I guess I am when it comes to you.” (Y/n) whispered and lowered herself close to his ear, causing her lips to brush against the skin as she spoke. “Or maybe I just wanted your gang to think that their leader wasn’t a little virgin anymore.”

The words she uttered ignitated something in Bruno, his grip tightening on her to flip her onto her back with such force that she was left peering up at him with wide eyes. He grasped her dainty wrists and slammed them above her head with a clear look of irritation; the dominance he displayed even surprised him, but he couldn’t deny he adored the vision of her now gazing up at him with a mixture of fear and desire in her eyes at his unexpected actions.

“Cara mia, just because I’m inexperienced doesn’t mean I won’t have you screaming my name by the end of this.”

(Y/n) attempted to suppress the groan that threatened to escape her lips at his words, which had only sent a rush of heat throughout her body the moment he uttered them, although she would never admit that to him right now. She enjoyed pushing his limits and seeing the result of her teasing; he was confident, dominant, and bringing him to this state only fuelled his desire to have his way with her. Testing his patience was beneficial to teaching him — it eased his reluctance, brought his confidence to the surface to prevent any hesitations he may have as a result of his inexperience. That was obviously the only reason she was doing this and not just because she enjoyed seeing this side of him.

“Don’t forget that I’m the one who has to teach you how to do that, Bruno Bucciarati.” She replied with a smug expression on her face, causing his usual bright, glistening eyes to darken with evident hunger.

“Show me what to do then.” Bruno whispered, his grasp on her wrists loosening to softly trail his fingers along her thigh. “As much as I love hearing you say my name, I’d much rather hear you yell it.”

(Y/n)’s hands mindlessly reached up to thread her fingers through his raven strands, tugging him down closer to graze her lips against his own as she spoke. “Just touch me. I’ll tell you how it is.”

“You better be honest with me,” He mumbled back, pausing to allow her to capture his lips against hers in such a deep, passionate way it left him groaning in delight at the need she displayed. “I told you that I can tell when someone’s lying.”

(Y/n) wrapped her legs around his waist to tug him even closer to her body, his hips instinctively rolling against her own to leave her gasping at the friction of his clothed, hard length against her. The response dragged a hum of satisfaction from him; he hadn’t intended to make that move, his body naturally responding to her own in a way that he wasn’t even aware he was capable of, yet he continued to grind against her thinly clothed core like a professional. With such melodic noises of pleasure slipping from her lips, he knew that what he was doing was right — that he had to keep doing this for a few moments more — even if the discovery was just a result of his body’s natural instincts.

Bruno forced every ounce of restraint possible to draw himself back; if he didn’t stop now, he was certain he would come undone from this alone. He couldn’t keep working his erection against her like that, not when such thin layers were the only thing separating them. It helped him envision how it would be when they took it that final step further, the subtle movements teasing his mind with thoughts of how it would feel when he got the chance to grind against her without the barrier of their clothes — when he got the chance to finally fuck her. Maybe if he kept this up, she would give in to her desires and let him do just that, but he knew her resolve was strong. She was taking this slow for his benefit, giving him every experience in stages, and he was certain tonight was intended to build him up further before the inevitable. That wouldn’t be tonight and he had to be patient, as much as it was paining him to be.

The sudden halt of his movements left (Y/n) peering up at him with visible disappointment, the small pout she gave him causing a soft grin to tug at his lips. She looked so adorable like this, so needy and desperate for his touch. Bruno lowered himself to plant a deep, affectionate kiss against her lips, eventually retracting to bring his trembling fingers to dip beneath the waistband of her panties with his eyes fixated on her own. He paused before he could make any connection, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip at the anxiety accumulating within him — he really had no idea what he was doing. Everything he had done so far was absolutely right, every action had earned him a positive response, so why was he so terrified to just try this? Bruno had a general concept of how this was supposed to go, but the thought of messing it up was causing him to spiral. Where was that confidence he had so effortlessly displayed earlier?

“Bruno.” (Y/n) called out to him, snapping him out of his thoughts as he weakly blinked back at her. Her hands delicately held his face whilst her thumbs brushed against his skin, his head instinctively leaning into her soothing touch. “It’s okay. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“Trust me, this is all I want to do.” Bruno breathily laughed in response. “I just don’t want to disappoint you, tesoro.”

“Where did that confidence go?” (Y/n) whispered teasingly, bringing him close to gently bump her nose against his. “Put your fingers in me and maybe I’ll scream your name like you wanted.”

Bruno deflated at her words, his head falling to rest in the crook of her neck as he scattered small, soft kisses to her skin. He experimentally glided his fingers between her folds, a hiss falling from his lips at the blend of warmth and wetness that greeted him. The new sensation left him shivering in delight, his digits assessing the area before he slowly inserted one into her entrance. He peered up to gauge her reaction; a soft gasp falling from her lips at the feeling of him finally entering, her head thrown back in delight and her eyes peering back at him with such evident desperation for him to start moving. The sight of her like this was divine — he’d never be able to forget it.

Bruno tentatively drew his finger out slightly to instantly push it back, her arousal making it so easy to effortlessly slide back in. He began to work into her at a slow, consistent pace, the soft sounds of her whimpers filling the room as she brought her hands up to grip at his upper arms. His muscles flexed beneath her touch, a small grunt soon escaping his lips when she buried her nails into his skin at the feeling of him increasing his speed ever so slightly. Bruno knew this wasn’t enough; he needed to make her react more, to writhe in utter pleasure at his actions and to hear her yell his name like he so desperately hoped for. Whether this next move was the right one or not, he was certainly going to try, especially if it resulted in his wish being fulfilled.

Bruno felt his heart pound rapidly as he pondered over his intentions before he hesitantly inserted another finger into her entrance. A loud, surprised gasp erupted from (Y/n) at how much his digits filled her; when combined with how he pumped into her at a new, increased speed, a series of satisfied moans were dragged out from her with each graze against her sweet spot. The noises of her wetness filled the room with each thrust of his fingers, causing him to bury his teeth into his bottom lip at how painfully arousing the squelches truly were. Every sound that came from her, from both her lips and between her legs, were all because of him, and it relieved any anxieties he had previously accumulated in his mind.

His continuous, frequent thrusts were causing her walls to clench around him with every movement, her mind hazy with the pleasure he brought her so effortlessly. Even with no experience, every action his fingers made left her limbs shaking beneath him. Maybe he was a quick learner, maybe it was the fact that it was him buried deep inside her pussy that left her writhing in delight, or maybe this man was just an absolute natural and was simply destined to be flawless at this. Whatever the reason was for how perfectly he pumped his fingers into her, (Y/n) couldn’t ignore how her body tightened further and further now, leaving her trembling at the satisfaction that coursed throughout her.

Bruno retracted from her with slight hesitation; he knew it wouldn’t earn him the best response, but he couldn’t fight the urge building inside of him with every noisy, wet sound that teasingly filled his ears. Soft, breathy gasps erupted from her once she was left completely empty from his impulsive decision, her walls clenching around nothing now to leave her confused and disappointed. (Y/n) was about to question his intentions, to beg for him to fill her up once again and bring her closer to the release that threatened to wash over her just moments ago, yet all she could do was gaze at him intently. Her lips parted with wide eyes as Bruno brought his digits glazed with her essence up to his lips. His tongue darted out to lap at the delicacy, the taste so divine and sweet that it tempted him to savour it further. He couldn’t resist the need to bury his fingers into his mouth, his tongue swirling around them to drag a groan of satisfaction out of him at the tantalising flavour that coated his tastebuds.

“Mi dispiace, dolcezza.” Bruno muttered, resting his hands at either side of her head. He paused for a moment to press a gentle, affectionate kiss to her jaw before flickering his sapphire eyes back up to her. “I had to taste you. The thought of what it would be like was driving me crazy.”

“There’s a better way to taste me.” (Y/n) whispered back so suggestively it left his heart thudding in anticipation.

Bruno felt a small grin creep up onto his face at her words, slowly shuffling down her to grip the waistband of her panties. He dragged them down so agonisingly slow before clutching her leg to rest it over his shoulder, his lips brushing across the surface of her calf to leave a trail of small, gentle kisses along her skin. Leaning down to settle close to her core, the sight of her on full display to him now caused his tongue to dart out instinctively at the divine view. Bruno’s fingers grasped her plush thighs and began to knead at the flesh, the action an attempt to suppress the temptation of mindlessly diving between her legs. Once he had become accustomed to the rhythm of his fingers thrusting into her, he had forgotten for a few blissful moments that all of this was new to him. All the melodic noises of pleasure she released at his actions had filled him with confidence, caused him to forget that he was painfully inexperienced when it came to satisfying a woman, so much so that he was growing far too eager to engage further. He couldn’t allow his confidence to rise too drastically now he was at the stage he had been craving to reach — there was still a chance to mess all of this up. Despite how well she had responded to everything he had done so far, he needed to restrain himself. He was certain his impatience would be his downfall if he allowed it to take control of his body entirely.

“You’ll tell me if anything I do doesn’t feel good, right?” Bruno mumbled mindlessly, causing (Y/n) to blink in confusion at his words.

“Of course.” She replied in a breathy voice, a puzzled expression on her face at the sudden question.

Bruno let out a small, deep chuckle at the look she gave him, the tips of his onyx strands gently brushing against the skin of her thighs causing her to shiver. “So you won’t lie to me?”

(Y/n) slowly shook her head in response, every question only leaving her more confused. A smug smirk graced his features at how clueless she appeared from his endless interrogation, his head eventually dropping to plant his plump, plush lips on her inner thigh. She inhaled sharply at how he strategically placed his kiss so high up her skin, the sensation of his touch upon her lingering in the area long after he pulled back. Bruno leaned his head against her thigh and stared up at her with an amused grin. Beads of perspiration gathered on her temple at how he lingered so closely near her exposed core; the realisation that she was so openly on display to him, that his face was just inches away from where she desperately wanted him, caused her body to shuffle awkwardly under his intent gaze.

“Am I making you nervous?” He mumbled quietly in a tone so smooth and deep, and that cocky grin still evident on his face.

“You wish.” (Y/n) muttered back, her shaky voice betraying her and ruining the confidence she attempted to display.

“Davvero?” Bruno replied with a teasing tilt of his head. “Let’s see if you’re telling the truth.”

Before (Y/n) could question his words or call him out for how he was prolonging the inevitable with this, he flattened his tongue against the skin of her inner thigh. A surprised gasp erupted from her instead of complaints as he dragged it up her flesh dangerously high, leaving a warm, wet trail along the surface. He drew back to swipe his tongue across his lips and let out a thoughtful hum.

“That’s the taste of a liar, tesoro.” Bruno whispered and only grinned wider now at catching her out. “Are you really getting nervous over ‘a little virgin’?”

(Y/n) narrowed her eyes at him as he continued to give her that smug smirk — he was loving this. The man was practically ecstatic to be calling out her lie. Delaying what she desperately needed from him to tease her like this was only irritating her further, fuelling her desire to a level that left her wanting to wipe that grin off of his face. Maybe when he finally fulfilled her wish she would regain her control and bring him to the needy, flustered state she had brought him to last night. She would definitely make him that way again; it was only fair to reduce him to this same mess.

“Bruno, if you keep teasing me like this, I might just quit teaching you.”

“Mi dispiace, cara mia.” He responded with a breathy laugh. “I’d hate for you to take this amazing opportunity away from me.”

Bruno shuffled to settle close to her core once again, pausing to peer up at her with such an innocent grin that left her heart swelling at the sight. He looked so painfully cute staring up at her like this, his eyes soft with genuine remorse and a hint of playfulness. “Forgive me?”

“I get the feeling you’re the one who’s nervous.” (Y/n) giggled and reached a hand down to run it through his silky, raven strands, the action causing him to instinctively lean into her affectionate touch. “You’re hesitating.”

“I can only beg for your forgiveness once again.” He weakly smiled back. “Believe it or not, I’m new to this.”

“Well believe it or not, I’m okay with that.” She continued with a reassuring look. “Everything you’ve done so far has been perfect and I don’t doubt that this will be too.”

Bruno gave her a small nod along with a quiet hum, his heart beating a little faster at her kind words. A soft shade of pink dusted his cheeks the more he processed them and he wondered for a split second just how he was so lucky to have stumbled across this woman when he did. He felt truly blessed to even be in her presence, so he surely must have done everything right in his previous life to have the honour of being with her like this. What had he done exactly to deserve the affection of someone so understanding, so gentle, so perfect?

Was there a chance that he could ever make this exchange more than just giving her his firsts?

Bruno ceased his excessive thoughts; if he pondered over their relationship any further, he’d only keep her waiting for longer than she already had. He settled his hands on her inner thighs to push them further apart, dropping his voice to a low whisper as he glanced up at her. “Then who am I to keep you waiting, dolcezza?”

He darted his tongue out to experimentally drag it between her folds, brushing over her entrance to leave her limbs shaking ever so slightly at the new contact. The sweet taste of her arousal flooded his senses and awakened a hunger in him that he didn’t believe he even was capable of feeling. Bruno instantly dove in with more ferocity after sampling the addictive flavour, his tongue gliding with more speed to gather her essence. Every swipe over her entrance, the teasing dips inside and the soft sound of his satisfied groans at the sweetness that coated his tastebuds caused her to quietly whimper. He needed to make the volume of her delight increase to a deafening level, to make her a mess beneath his touch — he needed more.

Bruno at least had knowledge on how female anatomy worked; he had the education to understand what brought the most enjoyment. It was only now that he would ever put that information he had unintentionally learned of to good use, and even he was trembling with anticipation at how her response would be. He guided his tongue upwards agonisingly slow, swiping it across her clit to leave her gasping. That alone was all he needed to keep focusing right there, his tongue circling the bundle of nerves to make her groan with more intensity now.

(Y/n)’s fingers threaded through his silky, onyx locks to harshly tug at the collection of strands she had gathered. Her grasp tightened when he proceeded to experimentally flick his tongue against her clit, a series of loud moans falling from her lips as he continued to work his actions with more intent and speed at the positive reaction. Bruno ignored the pain accumulating in his scalp from the desperate pulls of his hair; he didn’t mind it so much when it was a direct response to the pleasure he was providing her with. Why would he stop now because of a little pain when she was writhing beneath his touch like he had been hoping for this entire time? Even if he wanted to escape her tugs, he was certain he couldn’t now even if he tried due to how her thighs were clamping against his head at every swirl of his tongue.

“Bruno…” (Y/n) whined out breathlessly, her eyes fluttering open with a dazed look to peer down at him as he retracted from her.

The sound of his name falling from her in that needy way was divine — it was everything he needed to hear. He tilted his head at her playfully with a smug grin. As much as he didn’t want to cease his actions, he relished in the vision of her expression when he teased her. “Does it feel good, cara mia? How does it feel to be like this because of ‘a little virgin’?”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes — he was never going to let go of her words. Before she could complain about this or give him an equally witty response, she found her parted lips shutting instantly at the sight of him. His obsidian locks puffed out messily in contrast to how usually straight it appeared to frame his face, the golden clips slipping further down his strands and his plush lips glazed with her arousal, which he instantly darted his tongue out to gather when he noticed her focus on the area. Even when he appeared so disheveled, Bruno somehow managed to still look immaculate.

“Just finish what you started, Bruno Bucciarati.”

“As you wish.” He breathily laughed back at her demand.

He glided his tongue between her folds once again to drag a soft groan from her at the return of his actions. Bruno hummed in delight at the familiar taste of her arousal flooding his senses, which he was certain had increased in amount when he glided over her entrance. His teasing words hadn’t irritated her at all — they just fuelled her desire for him even more. The proof of her satisfaction at his words alone was so evidently conveyed through how wet she was for him now, and it was everything he needed to resume his focus on her clit once again. His tongue lapped at the sensitive bud with consistent speed, so greedy with the intent of bringing her release.

Maybe it was a bold move on his part — the thought was leaving him dizzy with the anticipation of whether he could pull this off — but he just had to fulfill her wish and his own selfish one of making her scream in utter pleasure. Bruno continued to flick his tongue over the bundle of nerves as he hesitantly buried his fingers into her entrance, the action dragging a loud, yet satisfied gasp of surprise at the blend he created by combining his licks with the fullness of his digits inside of her. The continuous, noisy moans that erupted from her at the thrusts of his fingers was everything he ever needed to hear. It was making him lose his composure, his body fighting desperately to uphold the pace of both of his movements. Bruno wasn’t sure how he was doing this — how he could work in these two ways of being both against and inside of her — or even why he considered doing it in the first place, but how she was responding so well to it was enough for him to realise he had been right to even attempt this.

(Y/n)’s fingers weaved through his strands once again to harshly pull with every swipe against her clit. Every pump of his digits brought that familiar, tight feeling in her abdomen, and the clamp of her plush walls around him was evident indication of her approaching release. Bruno gripped the flesh of her thigh with his free hand at how loudly she released her noises of delight now, the sound of his name falling upon his ears causing him to groan into her and his cock to painfully throb at how utterly tantalising it was to finally hear. He knew it would be blissful, but his name repeatedly falling from her at such a deafening volume gave him the opportunity to process just how truly divine it was. If this was how she was from just the combination of his tongue and fingers alone — if this was how good she sounded now — how would it feel when she was yelling at the feeling of his dick thrusting into her? Bruno was completely dizzy with the thoughts flooding his mind, her desperate shrieks filling the room as he continued his relentless movements, and the ache in his scalp at how she tugged so mindlessly to ground herself from the increasing pleasure — he wanted this moment to last forever.

(Y/n)’s body writhed uncontrollably as his pace quickened inside her entrance to continuously hit that sweet spot, a particular swipe of his tongue against her clit pairing so perfectly with it to make her exclaim his name at a volume more deafening than before. The feeling of her walls pulsating around his digits and her back arching off of the bed as her scream fell upon his ears were clear signs of what he had brought her to. Bruno continued his movements to work her through her release, never once slowing them and causing her limbs to shake as the pleasure consumed her entire being. Her abdomen muscles loosened with every pulse of her pussy around his fingers, her eyes squeezing tightly shut as she glazed him with the essence of her orgasm. He wished he could see her face right now.

(Y/n)’s body deflated, soft pants falling from her lips as Bruno slowed his actions to eventually cease them entirely. He retracted his fingers to drag a quiet whimper from her at the sudden empty feeling, his hand raising to slot them into his mouth with his eyes fixated on her own. The taste of her cum coated his tastebuds, a hum of delight erupting from him at the sweet flavour that completely flooded his senses. He needed more of that. Bruno dipped his head down to her core once again, his tongue darting out to gather the excess release that oozed from her with a slow drag upwards to teasingly brush over her clit. The gentle pressure against it left her trembling slightly, a soft whimper falling from her to make him breathily laugh at her reaction.

“How was that?” Bruno mumbled with a small smile as he settled on his knees. How he could even ask that question was beyond her — surely he knew he had done everything perfectly.

“Amazing.” (Y/n) whispered back, another quiet laugh falling from his lips at her response. “Too amazing, actually. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”

“Sì, I’m quite certain.” He chuckled at the blend of praise and suspicion, crawling to settle above her with his arms caging her beneath him.

“I didn’t have to tell you what to do just now. I’m supposed to be teaching you, yet you seemed to know exactly what to do.” (Y/n) mumbled whilst she mindlessly combed her fingers through his raven strands to tame his disheveled appearance.

“When you live with men and work with them every day, you end up seeing or hearing a lot of things.” Bruno replied with a slight grin. “I just did what I’ve heard of their own experiences or what I’ve had the unfortunate luck of catching them watching.”

(Y/n) giggled at his words as he buried his face into her neck, mindlessly peppering her skin with light, affectionate kisses. She hummed at the gentle pressure of each one whilst delicately dragging her fingertips up his arms, a trail of goosebumps forming beneath her touch. “Your friends sound fun.”

“You’re never meeting them.” Bruno mumbled, his voice muffled by how he was lost in the crook of her neck. He refused to move as he admitted his next words, the position hiding his flushed cheeks. “They’d like you too much.”

She laughed lightly at how possessive his tone sounded, her noises causing him to remove his face from his hiding spot with an amused grin. Bruno’s glistening, sapphire eyes scanned her soft expression intently, eventually focusing on her plush lips with the occasional glance back up. The look he was giving her was enough to suggest what he wanted and after what had just occurred between them, she wondered why he was hesitating over such a simple action when he had gone far beyond it now. (Y/n) opted to take the lead and flattened her palms against the smooth skin of his cheeks, pulling him closer to finally connect their lips. Bruno’s fingers tightly gripped at the silky sheets beneath him, his muscles fighting to hold him up with how they attempted to deflate from the addictive taste of her kiss. Anything she did to him left him weak.

Pulling away with a hint of reluctance, (Y/n) grazed her thumbs across the smooth, caramel skin beneath her fingertips, their noses brushing against the others. “I’m still not convinced.”

“Davvero?” Bruno questioned with a tilt of his head, a smirk tugging at his lips at the playful expression on her face that still showcased a hint of suspicion at his previous words. “Was I really that good?”

“You really were.”

“Well, I’m not lying. You’re the only one I’ve ever done that with. You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted to do that with, tesoro.”

(Y/n) flinched in surprise, his ocean eyes softening with a small nod of his head as if to further confirm what he was saying. She lightheartedly sighed in defeat, choosing to believe him instead of continuing to question him any more. Bruno’s hands shifted to rest on her waist before he unexpectedly flipped their positions, the action drawing a surprised shriek from her. He fell back against the soft pillows beneath him and embraced her tightly against his body, his hand resting against the back of her head to push it close to his firm chest. (Y/n) instinctively buried her face further into his him as his fingers mindlessly rubbed soothing circles on her scalp, her own fingers responding by tracing across his toned abs. Everything with him was so natural, so easy and comfortable as if they had done this so many times before — as if this exchange was something more than whatever it currently was.

No, she couldn’t think any deeper into this matter, even if she was clueless to the fact that Bruno was also considering their status just as much as she was. This was just whatever it was — all that mattered was that it was with him. She didn’t want to ponder over the details too much, to ruin everything by bringing feelings into it; this was enough and she had to keep it this way. (Y/n) raised her head to shuffle herself away from his hold, causing him to blink in confusion as she intentionally settled her core against his clothed cock. His breathing hitched at the feeling of her bare pussy so close to him like this, the realisation of his trousers being the only thing to separate him from being inside of her causing him to grind his now hardening length against her.

“What’s wrong?” She whispered with a smug smirk. “Do you wanna fuck me or something?”

“You have no idea how much, cara mia.” Bruno groaned back with his hands kneading the flesh of her hips, holding her firmly in place as he continued to desperately grind against her.

“How sweet.” (Y/n) giggled and removed herself from him to shuffle further down his body, an empty feeling washing over him at the lack of contact. “We’ll get there eventually, just not tonight.”

“How cruel of you.” Bruno sighed back with playful intent, his eyes watching curiously as she unfastened the button of his trousers and dragged the zip down at an agonisingly slow pace.

“You’ll get your chance. Just let me taste you again tonight, Bruno Bucciarati.”