I'm big gay, I'm big dumb.

None of you particularly started the relationship as much as the three of you just phased into it from a particularly strong friendship.

Both Kakyoin and Jotaro are also aroace, although Jotaro is oriented towards men.

Jotaro doesn't like being touched very much by anyone, but you and Kakyoin are the only ones he allows to be physically close to. You're both allowed to do things like hold hands and cuddle up together, but it's a general understanding he only wants those things in private.

"EXCUSE ME, he asked for NO pickles!"

Kakyoin is actually a very big fan of dance, and he regularly takes you out to his favorite places to play DDR. He's very good at it, and even plays doubles with you if you want to.

They get visibly annoyed when other people assume things about your relationship, and have thrown out rude comments to people who have imposing questions about it.

Jotaro and Kakyoin are infamous for showing up where you are and inviting themselves to hang out. Your other friends have started to get used to it.

Kakyoin really enjoys physical touch like cuddling or hugging and frequently offers you a spot next to him so you can lean on each other.

Now, here you were, sitting in the waiting room, your throat closed up and your heart in your stomach. You did your very best not to cry in front of anyone, since Jotaro and Kakyoin had it much worse than you. You had to escape to the restroom more times than you could count to let out your feelings before Joseph, Avdol, or Polnareff noticed your tears.

Finally, after what felt like days, the two boys finally came back with slings holding their arms up. Jotaro had one on his right arm, and Kakyoin had one on his left. Although you felt like going into the restroom to cry again, you pulled yourself together to greet them.

“Are you two okay?” you asked.

“A broken arm is nothing, so long as you’re still alive,” Kakyoin chuckled. Jotaro nodded.

“Thanks for saving me,” you said. “Sorry I made you get hurt.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Jotaro replied as he started to walk to the exit. “We saved you because we wanted to, not because we had to.”

The ride back to the hotel was the worst car ride from the entire fifty days. The guilt you felt the entire ride was killing you, and what was even worse was that you were sandwiched between them and their casted arms.

After you arrived, and everyone filed out of the car, you went straight to your room, sobbing into your pillow. I’m sorry, Jotaro, you thought to yourself, I know you said not to be sorry, but it’s really hard when I’m the reason for your broken arm.

You were crying so hard you almost didn’t notice the knock at your door. Quickly composing yourself, you opened the door, seeing Jotaro and Kakyoin on the other side.

“Are you alright?” Kakyoin asked. “You seemed off after we were released from the hospital.”

“I’m fine,” you told them, putting on a smile. “Don’t worry about me, worry about taking care of your arms.”

“Bullshit,” Jotaro said. “You’ve clearly been faking your smile this whole time.”

Your smile faded, and you could feel tears about to escape.

“Look, we just want to help.” Kakyoin put his free hand on your shoulder. “We’re friends. If you need to let out your worries, you can rely on us.”

Your lip shook, and the tears finally flowed freely. “No, no I can’t rely on you for this,” you cried. “The reason I’m crying is because your broken arms are my fault. I’m the last person who should be crying about this.” Before you could control yourself, you fell to the ground, hands covering your face.

“Oh, you poor thing,” Kakyoin said. He and Jotaro helped you up to your feet and walked you to your bed.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed into the bedding. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to cry like this.”

“It’s okay, really.” Kakyoin ran his fingers through your hair. “There’s no reason for you to have to tough through your guilt. Just let it out.”

“I’m sorry that I made you break your arms,” you said. “I should’ve been on guard.”

“Good grief,” Jotaro sighed. “You keep talking about our broken arms like you’re the one that broke them. Can’t you see that we wanted to protect you? A simple mistake isn’t going to change how we feel about you. Don’t you see we love you?”

You finally looked up from the covers with tear-stained cheeks. “You… love me?”

“Of course,” Kakyoin said. “I mean, I’m sure that Jotaro and I would break both of our arms and legs to protect you.”

“You better not just be saying this to calm me down.” You managed to give a small laugh through short, staggered breaths.

“Do you really think that little of us?” Jotaro laughed.

“No, no, nothing like that!” you laughed back. “It’s just… I love both of you, too, and if I regret saying that out loud, I’ll never forgive you.”

“You have nothing to worry about, then,” Kakyoin said, “because we mean it.”

The two got up from the bed, and Jotaro asked, “So, do you want to make this a thing right now, or would you rather talk more after dinner?”

You nodded. “I think I’m okay with making it official right now,” you said, your voice still wavering. “It will be with both of you, right?”

“Of course,” Kakyoin said, then turned to leave the room with Jotaro. “We’ll see you at dinner, then.”

“Thank you for everything!” you called out one last time.

The sight of such a diverse array of flowers catches you off guard – mums painted with deep burgundy, sunflowers soaked in the last vestiges of early autumn sun. Bruno hums over the selection and plucks a violet dahlia; its center is smattered with brilliant gold. He tucks it behind your ear and smiles warmth down at you – undoubtedly, the most beautiful flower of them all. 

++ 

leone abbacchio ; fall shopping

At the craft fair, the fragrance of candles poured with apples, leaves, and candy corn float through endless rows of fall decor. Leone wrinkles his nose as you enter a particularly robust row, and casually takes your hand in his. It’s calloused and rough; the arbiter of a small token of affection doled out in carefully placed intervals. It’s ok – you don’t mind. “Why do people make these damn candles so strong?” he grumbles to himself. However, a small, white pumpkin tufted from scratchy felt steals his attention. He picks it up with his other hand, inspecting it as he holds it up to the crisp light of the low autumn sun. “This is cute,” he says under his breath, almost loathe in his admittance. “Let’s put it on our mantle. It'll look nice above the fire.”

++

gyro zeppeli ; bonfires & s’mores

"No no no," Gyro titters at you. "You have to smush it like this." He presses his palms together, melding gooey layers of graham cracker, scorched marshmallow, and rich milk chocolate. "The flavors have to bloom!" he continues, stressing each word as he gesticulates. "They have to bloom and grow, so you can stick it in your mouth for it explode with a big boom from the taste of it and–"

You stare at Gyro, mouth agape, as he waxes poetic about the wonders of s'mores technique. The bonfire he so skillfully built was licking its flames to the night sky, acting like it was protesting his lecture. Shadows play across his face, but you notice something amidst the embers' glow. 

"Gyro," you interrupt.

"What?"

"You have chocolate on your nose."

"I do?" He swoops in to bring his face close to yours, and playfully rubs the tip of his nose against your own. "Well, so do you." 

++

jotaro kujo ; apple cider

Quiet mornings are always spent together, perusing the daily newspaper on the porch. Morning fog sets the scene, rolling over fireburnt foliage and quaint cottages to douse the horizon with a cozy, picturesque atmosphere. Jotaro looks across at you, deep in the headlines of today's paper. He takes note of your concentration – brows furrowed, eyes scanning, and lips parted and soft from the touch of apple cider kissed along them. His own mug is warm and steaming, with tendrils of heat unfurling to befriend the rolling fog. Eyes still on you, he lifts his mug to his mouth. He takes a moment to relish the taste – but its sweetness holds no candle to the sacred ritual of sharing his mornings with you. 

++

josuke higashikata ; pumpkin patch

With all the countenance of an overexcited puppy, Josuke tugs on the hem of your marigold sweater to pull you in the direction of the hayrides. He drags you over rows of pumpkins dusted with nighttime dew; vines snag your ankles as the crunch of leaves lead you to a farmtruck stuffed with bales of hay. Easy as could be, he grabs your waist and lifts you clean off your feet, settling you onto the back of the truck. The low full moon shines its favor on the both of you when you share a tender gaze. 

“Are you ready?” he asks, gently resting his hands on your knees while his cheeks bloom with blush. “As I’ll ever be,” you respond with a smile, reaching your hand out to him. He smiles back, wide and beautiful, as he takes your hand to climb aboard and join you. 

++

vinegar doppio/diavolo ; haunted house

Trembling like a fieldmouse at harvest, Doppio latches onto your arm. "I bet another monster is going to hop out any minute," he laments. "I can't take this!" He buries his face into your shoulder and rubs it, wiping away the tears threatening to spill. "We shouldn't have came…"

You reach up to stroke the wild pink fluorescence of Doppio’s hair while you both round a corner into a small and empty room. "They're just actors!" you say, laughing in jest. "Don't worry, I'll protect you."

All Doppio could do was quiver in the dim light of the haunted house; he whimpers and grips you tighter. "I mean… I could protect you too, you know."

"Is that so?"

You swore you could see a familiar glint in his eye. Doppio nods, and his body starts to grow larger as he does so. You lean back when you feel a heavy presence – though at this point, you supposed you were used to it. 

A muscular arm pushes you against the wall to trap you between a rock and a hard place. Who you knew as Diavolo was now pressed against you, with his arm bracing the wall to cage you in. "Oh?" says a deep voice. "What’s this?” His tone is smooth and dangerous, and the touch of his trailing hand evaporates down your cheek. "Lost in a sea of wolves, little lamb?"

++

diego brando ; trick or treat

“This is stupid.” Diego huffs as he enters the room, clad in a comically oversized dinosaur suit from head to toe. "Remind me again, why am I doing this?"

In your Jurassic Park ranger costume, you giggle at the sight of Diego, who so courteously succumbed to your request. "Look at you, oh my god!" you say excitedly. "You'll be a hit at all the houses! We're gonna get so much candy, just you watch."

Diego waddles over to you, and you can practically see the scowl on his face through his getup. "I can barely breathe," he complains. "What a stupid tradition."

"It'll be fun, I promise. And you can always take off your little dino head, you know.”

No more permission is needed – he pulls it off with zero hesitation. “Done,” he says, making his way to the overflowing candy bowl in your foyer. "An hour is my absolute limit, mind you."

You follow alongside him, pouting and affectionately pinching his cheek. "Aw, Diego – a little bit longer? Please? For me?"

He picks up a miniature candy bar and tosses it in the air. With a deft hand he grabs it, then squeezes it out its wrapper, sending it flying to catch in his mouth. “Well, if it's for you I suppose I could," he says through a mouthful of sickly sweet chocolate. "Right. Let’s get on with it, then.”

++ 

giorno giovanna ; carving pumpkins

Tongue peeking out in concentration, Giorno carves into the delicate stencil pasted on his pumpkin. Ambitious as always, the pattern is intricate – inlaid with roses aplenty and labor intensive vines. The only sounds in the room are hushed breaths and the drag of carving knives ripping into the pumpkins' soft flesh. 

"How's it coming?" you ask, peering over your own pumpkin. 

"Almost there," Giorno replies, with his eyes trained on his handiwork. "How about you?

“Uh…” You take a moment to tilt your head and appraise your progress. It’s a bit jagged and roughshod, but it still retains the likeness of a classic jack o'lantern. 

Giorno scoots over in his chair and leans into your shoulder to take a peek for himself. “Looking spooky,” he says with a half grin. “I love it.”

“Thanks!” you say, as you go back to hacking into its eye. “But honestly, this part is a little tough to cut through. Do you mind giving me a hand?”

He places his hand on top of yours, grasping your keyhole saw alongside you, and presses a gentle kiss into your temple. “Allow me,” he says, melting all of your woes in one fell swoop. 

++

noriaki kakyoin ; apple picking

A dappling of light scatters through a grove of apple trees. The air is fresh and crisp; your baskets overflow with apples speckled in sap. The best part of it all, is getting a lift on Noriaki’s shoulders – a far better option than scrambling up wooden ladders laden with splints. 

From your perch, he runs his hands down your calves, looking up in adoration to observe as you pluck a particularly juicy looking apple. After a small wiggle to position yourself, you tug the fruit from its spot on the branch. It falls into your hand with a satisfying plop. 

“That one’s pretty big,” he notes. “Maybe we should eat that one first.” 

“A good plan, I think,” you say. You give it a quick wipe on your sleeve, then bend over so you can present it in front of his mouth. He smiles with serenity, appreciative of your offer. His eyes lock on yours as he tilts his head forward, sinking his teeth into the ripe flesh. A trickle of juice runs down the side of his mouth, and he can’t help but laugh through the burst of apple. Everything always tastes better when it's with you.

++

caesar zeppeli & joseph joestar ; soapmaking

The hustle and bustle of people milling around your soapmaking class was the perfect diversion for Joseph’s latest caper – which was to annoy you and Caesar. Simply put, it was business as usual.

Caesar slipped on a pair of gloves, but the looming figure behind him snatched his attention from pouring his lye. “I can see you, Jojo,” he said, looking over his shoulder in annoyance. “We can both see you.”

Your head was also turned – you were well versed enough to recognize Joseph’s ways. His face stretched in a wide, suspicious smile, and his hands remained hidden behind his back. "No need to get your eyes checked, then!” he exclaimed in a singsong voice, cheesy as ever. “Look at my two favorite lovely people, being so cute, making the best soap–” 

Caesar rolled his eyes and turned back to his work. Leaning over to you, he spoke, “If we ignore him, he just might go away.” 

“Caesar,” Joseph whined, “I’m right here! I can hear you!”

“Good,” said Caesar. 

Joseph whipped his arms from behind his back, brandishing a heart-shaped bar of soap in each hand. "Fine," he pouted. "I was going to give you two these, but since you're being so mean…" 

Your heart melted on sight. Though they looked… suspicious, to say the least, they were still a token of Joseph's affection. "That's so cute, Jojo!" you exclaimed happily. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," grumbled Caesar – but he couldn't even begin to hide the blush spreading across his cheeks.

“You’re so talented, you know that?” Kakyoin played with your hair in between his index and middle finger as you were pressed to his chest, following his sweet and slow breaths.

“St-Stawp, Noriaki.” You knew you were blushing, but luckily, he couldn't see.

“You’re cute when you're flustered.” Kakyoin giggled as you turned around and slammed your bright red face into Kakyoin’s chest. He was such a tease sometimes.

“I'm just playing around.” Kakyoin smiled, rubbing your back. “You look tired, cherry blossom. You should get some sleep.”

You looked up at him with sleepy eyes and cupped his face. His skin was warm compared to your freezing cold hands that made him wince a bit. “You should take me to my room.”

“Why? You said it yourself, this couch is comfortable.”

“I know what I said, I just…” you went to move from the couch, but Kakyoin’s arms were far too comfortable. “What if the other crusaders find us?”

“Who cares?” Kakyoin shrugged and held you closer. And of course he had to be comfortable. You didn't want the rest of the crusaders to find you, but how could you leave Kakyoin when he was this warm?

---

You woke up to the sound of giggling and shut your eyes tightly. “Kakyoin,” your voice was frail and tired. “Kakyoin stop it.”

You heard Kakyoin groan awake and snuggle up to you and say in his own tired voice, “I'm not doing anything.”

“Stop giggling.” You pushed his face a little.

“I'm not giggling.”

“What?” You opened your eyes to see yourself not only wrapped in Kakyoin’s arms, but Polnareff with a camera pointed at the two of you while the rest of the crusaders were laughing.

You quickly squirmed out of Kakyoin’s arms, sitting up on the couch, while he stayed fast asleep snoring softly.

“Aren't you two adorable?” Joseph asked in a baby voice, cupping his hands together while the other’s burst out laughing. Even Jotaro was giggling. You knew this would happen.

You jumped up and tried to take the camera from Polnareff, but he quickly raised it above his head. And of course you were too short to grab it. But your stand wasn't.

You chuckled and summoned your stand, who was quickly knocked down by Polnareff’s stand. “Nice try, but I'm not letting you get your hands on this absolute gold.” Polnareff wiggled the camera at you before running off.

You turned to the other crusaders and crossed your arms. “Really, guys?!”

They just giggled at you and Joseph stepped up, rubbing the top of your head. “You and Kakyoin are super cute.” His voice was still teasy and you went to say something before you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and pull you back down to the couch. You turned to Kakyoin and he just smiled, cuddling you in his arms.

man would be IN THE ZONE before the wedding

like his face would be like -_-, but inside, he is flipping out

this is a day for him and you

the most important day of his life

nothing would ruin it for him

all he's thinking about when he slips on his tux is how beautiful you'll be walking down the aisle in your dress/suit

he would have tons of people supporting him like the rest of the crusaders, but their voices are muffled compared to his thoughts about you

mans is so in love with you omg

when he's waiting for you to come down the aisle, his hands are shaking

it feels like years up there

he cant help but internally panic a bit

and when the music starts, he makes sure his knees arent locked so he wont pass out lmao

and when he sees you... omg

its like time itself slows

you look... stunning

more than stunning

you look like...

he cant even put words to how beautiful you are

when you finally make it and lock hands with kakyoin, he cant help but let a couple of tears fall whispering how much he loves you in your ear before saying your vows

everyone there is crying (especially joseph omg the old man cant contain himself)

you both wrote your own vows so it means a lot more

if jolyne was born before the wedding, she's the flower girl

when it's finally time to party, you and kakyoin change into something more comfortable, but still amazing and dance the night away

he cant stop telling you how much he loves you and if he could he would fall for you all over again

he does smash the cake in your face and you do the same to him lol

omg how is he so gorgeous??? like hello sir~

also may we hope and pray that if he is a father he doesnt feed the baby its own poop... anyway

i think he would be such a calm father

plus he knows how hard it is to be a mother, so he would want to help you in any way possible

like you had to carry the kids (if that's the route you went) so the least he could do is change a diaper

he would literally send you out of the room to help the babies and give you some time to just relax

he would make you breakfast in bed as well

like he knows how take care of a family

especially after dealing with the toddler group called the SDC

when he first heard that he was going to be a father, he definitely cried

not sobbed, but more just let some tears out already proud of his family

and when he heard that it was going to be a boy, he couldnt be more excited

he knew that right off the bat, he wanted to teach him how to be a proper and lovely human being

and when the baby was born he noticed that he had bright red hair just like him, but your eyes

he was already in love

as the baby grows, he would take him out a lot

like parks and fields are a must

then you told kakyoin that you were going to have another baby and he was through the roof

she was the cutest thing ever and completely reversed from her brother with your hair and his eyes

would treat his babies like his life depends on it

is a super fun dad tbh

tells fun stories about the SDC

and both were born with stands! he taught them that they were okay and normal for some so they wouldnt feel alone like he did when he was younger

would definitely bring the other SDC to visit them so they feel like a big happy family, plus you love having them around and Avdol is an amazing babysitter

keep them far away from joseph though. sure he's a great dad, but you never know when he's going to take them skydiving

they definitely have play dates with jolyne

uncle polnareff has lots of gossip and is just the wine aunt to your children

they would love to play with iggy

Drenched and muddy, Abbacchio stalked through the front door, holding it open for you before he tossed what he’d collected on the counter and vanished up the stairs.

Bucciarati stepped out in time to see the dark coat disappear from sight. His expression drifted to you and he smiled. “The weather today has been abysmal, hasn’t it?”

Your shoes squelched as you took them off. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet before.”

“Oh? We can remedy that.”

You rolled your eyes. “Maybe after coffee.”

Bucciarati joined you in the kitchen, showing you a new blend he’d found and fetching a towel to gently dry your hair. When a drop of water ran down your skin, he’d lean in close to follow the path with his tongue, making you shiver every time.

Eventually, you just turned and kissed him, enjoying the way he laughed against your mouth at the impatience.

He made three mugs without even asking and you both walked upstairs, listening to the rain as it pounded against the windows. It was a beautifully relaxing melody and you knew Giorno would be extremely happy about it.

“Coffee,” Bucciarati said as he opened the door, almost humming the word.

Abbacchio didn’t turn away from where he was staring out the window, a puddle of water gathered at his feet. “With how today’s going, it’s more likely to end up in my lap.”

“At least you’ll be kept warm then,” Bucciarati responded. He placed the mug down on the windowsill before gesturing for you to sit alongside him on the bed. “And how did today go? I wasn’t expecting both of you to be back together.”

You waited for Abbacchio to respond with his ‘fine’ before explaining. “We bumped into each other while walking and I thought I could tag along. I didn’t see anything too out of place but we did bump into some officers who were doing… something. It probably wasn’t anything to worry about.”

“It wasn’t,” Abbacchio agreed. “Just trying to get something from petty thieves.”

The one thing Bucciarati had been alright with you doing was keeping a general eye on things. You weren’t easy to associate with him and so, you could see things that would be hidden from the others.

“Good,” he said, the praise doing something to your stomach. “Recognisable ones?”

Abbacchio grunted in acknowledgement. “Two that you already know.”

Presumably on Passione’s payroll then. You never got much detail about Abbacchio’s past career but you often wondered if it bothered him to see just how many officers were corrupt now that he was working with the organisation.

A flash of lighting illuminated the room. Abbacchio looked like an actor standing in the middle of a dramatic movie scene. His sharp features were beautifully shadowed by the weather, makeup smudged across his face. There was a dullness to his eyes as he watched the clouds pass, expression inattentive.

“Leone?” you asked. “Should we go?”

Abbacchio didn’t answer at first though his attention did turn to you. He seemed to think about it for a while before he walked over to where you were sitting. “No,” he said. He brought a hand to the back of your neck, tangling his fingers in your hair and tilting your head up. “Stay.”

His lips were freezing as they pressed against your own. He held you steady, tongue pushing its way into your mouth. Still tainted by the fire he usually kissed with; it wasn’t long before your lungs were burning for air.

Bucciarati took the mug from your hands, his soft chuckle a reminder that he was still there.

Abbacchio’s hair, even when wet, was like a waterfall made of silk. You tangled your fingers in it as you leaned back, pulling him with you onto the bed.

He broke the kiss and you needily drunk in the air you’d been deprived of. Abbacchio’s hands slipped under your skirt, seeking out your core while he trailed attention across your throat and chest.

His name came out as a moan, soft and desperate.

You encouraged him down to your lips again, eager to lose yourself in their silky taste of his mouth. When he next broke the kiss, he whispered something against your mouth but cotton had filled your ears and you could think of little else.

His fingers brushed your panties to the side, dipping into your burning center. The chill of his skin drew a muffled moan from you. Your grip on his hair only grew tighter and you almost forgot not to pull. But then there was a pause and your entire body became cold as he moved away.

The effect of Bucciarati’s touch was instantaneous. Abbacchio leaned into it heavily, even though it now moved him away from you. He could lose himself in those bright blue eyes and he nearly did, drowning in their depths as he stared up.

“You’re so eager to please when you’ve had a bad day,” Bucciarati hummed.

Abbacchio didn’t respond, his gaze turning downcast as though he’d been reprimanded for it. He straightened up further, eyes closing as Bucciarati continued to caress his hair.

It was easy to pick up on what the capo was wanting now that your senses weren’t being clouded. You pulled your skirt down and shifted so you were kneeling nicely on the bed instead of sprawled across it.

“Why don’t we try a different method of making you feel better?” you agreed.

Abbacchio looked like he wanted to argue; he likely wouldn’t have been interested if it were you alone. Yet, when Bucciarati leaned down to kiss him, you watched him come undone.

The rain outside nearly masked the soft sound that escaped from your normally stoic partner. The desperation in that noise alone made you want to kiss him until you chased whatever thoughts plagued his mind. Bucciarati was already trying to do that however so you busied yourself with something else.

Abbacchio’s skin was cold against your lips as you chased the water droplets down their paths, pulling off any fabric that impeded you. The slight salty taste was almost like caramel, drawing you in again and again for more.

“Allow us to look after you Leone?” Bucciarati asked.

You paused, breath causing goosebumps where it hit his skin while you waited for an answer. It wouldn’t be the furthest you’d gotten before Abbacchio had asked you to leave.

But not this time. This time, he pulled Bucciarati back down by his suit, almost growling out a response in a voice that sent shivers down your spine.

The gasp it pulled from Bucciarati was almost a loss of control on the capo’s part but he managed to keep his control. Perhaps one day you could team up on him instead but for now, you focused your attention back on Abbacchio.

It was hard not to nip or bite but you stuck with open-mouthed kisses and small licks as you continued your work.

A zip interrupted you halfway, leaving you all unburdened by the damp clothing that had been slowly ruining the sheets.

“I was busy,” you grumbled.

Bucciarati hummed in a way that said he’d done you a favour before giving your chin a small tap, letting you know to take over. He sunk to his knees, settling between Abbacchio’s legs and licking a line up his thighs.

You took a second to appreciate the way Abbacchio’s eyes darkened before you kissed him, lucky enough to capture his deep groan in your mouth. Even with the distraction of Bucciarati, you found yourself fighting to be in control of the kiss. Abbacchio huffed proudly when you eventually relented, sound cutting off into a small grunt halfway through.

There was a slight frustration in the way he kissed you. The irritation of the day seeped through into a bruising touch that ran across your back and hips.

His breathing sped up as your fingers trailed across his stomach, tracing the delicious lines and promising to eat something off them one day. Your nails dug into the sensitive skin of his hips, drawing more stuttering breaths from him.

A tap to your side and you withdrew entirely.

Bucciarati had moved you away at an amazing time. Abbacchio’s head tilted back, hair falling beautifully behind him. His eyes were closed, knuckles turning white from their grip on the sheets as he restrained himself from thrusting against Bucciarati’s mouth. You knew exactly how hard that was and it sent a bolt of arousal through your body.

Right before he could reach his peak, Bucciarati withdrew and returned his focus back onto Abbacchio’s thighs. He bit back his protest at the denial, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he spiraled back down.

“Tesoro.” Bucciarati’s voice was a sweet contrast to Abbacchio’s deeper sounds but it carried an underlying command that was getting to you.

“Yes?” You sounded like you had just run a marathon and, honestly, it felt like you had.

“Do you think Leone would prefer it if I rode him or if you did?”

Abbacchio made a choked sound. His eyes had opened once more, darting between both of you with a lust-filled gaze.

“I’m not sure,” you said, making a point to ignore the growing slick between your legs that was begging you to be selfish. “You are better at it than I am.”

Bucciarati’s eyes glinted with the praise though he didn’t seem to entirely agree with it. “And you’re willing to sit there and watch?”

“If you want me to.”

Abbacchio groaned as Bucciarati did something with his tongue. You pressed your thighs together but dared not to shift around more without being given permission. This wasn’t for you anyway.

So, you watched, trying your hardest not to let the desire get overwhelming and failing miserably. How could you not have? You were squirming even before Bucciarati sunk down in Abbacchio’s lap in a perfect lotus. They were a beautiful contrast in almost every way, especially when their foreheads pressed together and their hair curtained them from the outside world.

By the time Bucciarati began to move, his body lithe and gorgeous as he rolled his hips down, you were already long gone.

His tattoo was honestly mesmerizing, almost rippling as he worked.

Your nails bit into your thighs. Was this some form of punishment? Surely it had to be. Your entire body was shaking, the ache not going away with any slight shifting of your thighs that you thought you may get away with.

Abbacchio’s continued glances towards you, followed by small sounds every time, made it far worse.

“Nobody said you had to be quiet,” Bucciarati reminded you.

You took the cue, allowing the words to fall from your thoughts and into the air. Abbacchio’s control slipped more and more with every compliment you paid him, his lips parting each time you mentioned the roaring lust in your chest and just how jealous you were of Bucciarati at the moment.

“Do you see?” Bucciarati murmured, so quietly that you almost didn’t hear it.

Abbacchio had to swallow before he could respond, clearly trying to force his brain to clear up a little and respond. “You’re both ridiculous,” he managed.

“Perhaps but still…” Bucciarati’s eyes met yours. “Even just watching you is enough for some.”

You whimpered a little, asking for permission with the most desperate look you could manage. It didn’t even take that much effort. The moment Bucciarati inclined his head, you released your death grip on your legs and slipped a hand to your core.

It took you only a few seconds to bring yourself over the edge.

The sinful noises caused by the electricity dragging through your body were swiftly joined by a grunt as Abbacchio followed, his head buried against Bucciarati’s throat. Your legs were shaking as you came down in time to watch Bucciarati’s eyes fluttered closed, even his orgasm controlled thanks to his mood.

♡ ～ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐎 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈

bruno loves being around you

literally just being able to see you makes his whole day better

just gonna get this out of the way; bucci has licked you once

b u c c i b o o b a

he doesn't mind you putting your face in his chest while you hug or cuddle- in fact, he loves it

you can hear his heart beat faster when you do it

s t i c k y f i n g a z

he's unzipped you by accident once lol

sticky fingers gives you lil kisses when bucci can't

he also launches his hand at people who mess with you

let's just say that you've seen people turn into a pile of unzipped body parts after being hit by a blue fist that flew through the air

ofc you made sf put them back together

bucci loves it when you call him by his first name

it makes him happy- in more ways than one, if you say it in a certain tone

“i swear to god—if you unzip someone for no reason again, bruno–”

“i'd rather unzip you instead, but you won't let me.”

“what?”

“you heard me.”

h o n o r a b l e m e n t i o n s ?

when bucci introduced you to the gang, he embarrassed himself

“y/n, this is my gang. guys, this my y/n–– oh my god-” bruno facepalms himself mentally

“hello, i'm his y/n.”

narancia was the first to speak up- he was so excited and was like-

“HoLy sHiT, i HaVe TwO dAdS nOw?!”

we love narancia

abbacchio didn't say anything, but he half smiled

he was (and probably still is) suspicious of you at first, but he will fight for you, since you're in a relationship with his leader—who he respects more than anyone else

technically you are a part of the familia, now- so it's not like he had a choice in the matter-

mistaaaaaaa

mista offered to teach you how to use a gun if you ever were in a situation where you needed to shoot someone-

and after hearing about what happens to him every time he shoots at an enemy (from giorno), you immediately declined

fugo was kinda just 🧍‍♂️

“are you two going to get married?”

The past two days had been fine. Bruno slept on the small, uncomfortable couch and you learned more about him than you ever knew before, having a few deep convos since you two had nothing else to do but talk (I mean you were ordered to stay inside the room). Then again, you saw him as nothing more than your dad's colleague. A young, handsome colleague, at that, but still just a work partner, and you knew how messy his work got.

Tonight, however, was especially hard for you. You hadn't had time to process the way you were hurt. Your body ached for the past two days, bruises covering you, but besides that, Bruno usually was really good at distracting you and completely gaining all your attention.

Tonight was a little different because you couldn't stop replaying the way you were grabbed and hurt by rival mafia members and for once, you felt scared. Really scared. Bucciarati was there with you in public when it happened, but he just couldn't make it in time, making you to wonder if more instances like that would happen again as your anxiety grew.

You, however, weren't about to present a whole sob story for him. You two had gotten really close in the past two days, but you still felt that this was strictly business and you would never break down in front of him.

As you grabbed your towel and headed to the bathroom in the hotel room to take a shower, you noticed Bruno side-eyeing you from the couch,

"Why are you so quiet tonight, y/n?" He could tell something was up.

"Dunno, just want to take a shower. I'm really tired."

You shut the bathroom door before he could even reply, locking it as you turned on the shower and hopped inside, feeling the hot water soothe your aches. You weren't usually an emotional person but in this moment, this one moment you got alone, you let it all go, crying as your voice was muffled from the running water.

-

It had been half an hour before you realized how long you were inside the bathroom, following a knock at the door from Bruno.

"Y/n? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" You shouted back. "Do you need to shower?"

"Yeah but I can wait, take your time."

You turned off the shower to dry yourself, wrap your towel around you and open the bathroom door to let Bruno go inside to shower. You walked out in nothing but your towel, your nose red and eyes puffy from crying, before Bruno broke the silence grabbing your shoulders making you face him as you struggled to make eye contact,

"Wait y/n. Where are you running to? I can tell you're not okay." He announced as his hands rested on your bare shoulders. "I'm here to help you know."

This made you finally stare directly at him. He sounded like he cared. Yet you still didn't want to break down in front of him. You nodded to show him that you understood, as you walked off to grab your pjs to change into. He sighed and went into the bathroom, saying nothing more as he turned on the water while you began getting into bed.

By the time he was out, you were already wrapped in the thick blankets from the hotel, your back facing towards him as he walked towards the bed, shirtless, in nothing but grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips.

"Talk to me, y/n. What's wrong?"

"Not feeling to talk."

"Are you feeling to do anything else? We can order some drinks to the room. Would you like that?"

You shook your head. You weren't feeling to have a long, deep conversation with him right now; all you wanted was guaranteed safety. That, and sleep.

Tears began to roll down your eyes silently, from the overwhelming amount of emotions you were experiencing as you faced the other way, your back towards him.

"Okay. Well let me know," he said as he walked to the light switch, dimmed the lights and headed to the couch, ready to get under the blanket and sleep. Your body finally turned to face him, allowing him to see your puffy eyes and red nose underneath the tears that fell, his concern growing as you spoke,

"Bruno."

"Yes, amore?"

Amore. Your heart fluttered. His eyes turned towards you, a worrying expression growing on his face. You craved his touch. You craved his comfort. And for once, you let him know.

"Will you sleep with me? I know how that sounds I just mean- I feel safe when you’re there."

He paused, before grinning from your request and walking over, his hands pulling down the blanket on the bed so he could slip under and join you, still leaving a distance between you two on the large king sized bed.

"Is this good?" He said, sitting up as he watched you lie down, your entire body engulfed from the blanket and duvet.

"I- I meant closer," you mumbled, your eyes looking up at him, your nerves kicking in. Were you being too forward? Were you over doing it? Lucky for you though, you got your answer.

"I thought you'd never ask," he chuckled as he inched his body closer to yours, resting his head on your same pillow while his arms wrapped around you, pulling you in to lie on his chest.

This was a new feeling. For somebody you once thought of as 'security', you were now wrapped in his arms, silently sobbing into his neck as your legs entangled themselves into his. His hands caressed your head and cheek while he lay on his back, whispering to you as you cried,

"Shhh, it's okay, I'm right here."

After a few minutes, the silence was deafening in the room as you two just held each other, appreciating the reciprocated warmth. You were tired but the way he was holding you, giving you goosebumps like this made you felt this energy. An energy that made you forget you were tired. An energy that craved distraction.

You felt your leg brush over the bulge in his grey sweatpants as you adjusted yourself while wrapped in his arms. You looked up at him, extremely nervous but so filled with this new feeling of lust for Bruno, you communicated these feelings right away without even thinking,

"Bruno-" You paused. "I don't really want to sleep yet."

"Really? Not tired amore?" He answered back.

"I just... n-need a distraction." Your eyes looked down as you struggled to form a sentence.

"What kind of distraction?" He asked curiously. He knew exactly what you meant but he wouldn't jump to conclusions immediately.

"Dunno..." You took a deep breath, gazing up at him once more. You allowed your eyes to trail down to his lips, causing him to do the same as the atmosphere became heated. He lifted his hand to meet your cheek,

"Show me what you mean."

And before you knew it your lips met his in a peck at first before you slowly pulled away, compelling him to grab the back of your head and push his lips onto yours. The kisses became more heated as you felt his tongue brushing against yours, your hand moving to his chest. He finally pulled away leaving you breathless as he spoke,

"If you want to feel good I can make you feel good, you know." The shadows on his face became prominent from the dim orange light in the hotel room as his words made your lustful desires grow.

You blushed. Before you could even answer he sat up, getting on top of you as he pressed his growing bulge onto your crotch making you whimper.

"Then do it," you said, as if he wasn't already planning on giving you the best distraction ever. "Make me feel good."

His lips met yours once again, as he slowly rocked up and down allowing you to feel what was throbbing under his sweatpants. His hands reached for your pants, tugging at them as if to tell you he wanted those off, breaking the kiss. He then slid them down and off along with your pantie, leaving you completely bare as your legs were spread.

"Fuck. This is all I've wanted, you know." He groaned. "Spread out like this for me." His hand then gripped around your shirt, lifting it up to expose your braless tits as he admired them in awe. He began placing his tongue on your left nipple circling it, making you moan gently as you wanted more from him.

"So fucking pretty." He looked you in your eyes. "Please let me taste you," he pulled away, awaiting your response as you stared back, thinking 'fuck it', before nodding.

His lips then trailed down your stomach as his hands pinned your legs to the bed before he was face to face with your pussy, admiring it up close.

"So wet. For me?" He teased before placing a gentle kiss on your clit, forcing your hips to buckle up. You wanted him so badly. This made him grin as he placed his tongue on your clit and began licking all the way down, letting moans escape your mouth every so often. His tongue then started flicking your clit back and forth, your moans getting louder as you felt more vulnerable, moaning his name.

"O-hhh fuck, Bruno,,, Ye-s"

He then lifted up as his finger rested on your clit, continuing what he started as he spoke,

"Fuck I love seeing you like this. Do you know how hard my cock is right now?"

You pouted. "I want it inside me. Please."

He laughed. "Be patient amore, you'll get it."

His tongue met your clit again, flicking it so fast you couldn't form sentences and you were approaching your orgasm so fast you were shocked at how good he was at this. Your hands were running through his black hair and before you knew it, you were cumming as his mouth rested on your clit, sucking gently, and decreasing the pace of his tongue.

His lips immediately rose to meet yours, kissing you passionately letting his tongue interlace yours.

"Whose mouth just made you cum?" He teased, grinning at you waiting for you to say his name.

"Yours." You mumbled.

"Whose?"

"Bruno's"

"That's right, good girl," he said before his thumb met your sensitive clit once more, rubbing fast as he overstimulated you, your legs shaking roughly under his touch.

"Oh,, fuck Bru-no, wait,, I c-an't" You begged.

"Shhh, shhh. Take it for me." His eyes gazed directly into yours as the pace of his finger increased violently, bringing you to another orgasm within seconds while he watched your moans escape your mouth.

"Need to see you cum again. Right now," he explained.

And with that you came once more, shaking and moaning so loud you were convinced you had woken up the people in the neighboring hotel rooms. He kissed your lips passionately again, as his throbbing cock, confined in his sweatpants, rested on your swollen clit.

"Fuck," you thought to yourself. How did he just make you cum twice in a row like that. One minute you were sobbing, the next he was working wonders on your clit, almost as if he had been waiting to do this. Not that you were complaining, though because you knew you wanted more.

"How's it fair that I came twice already and you haven't even taken off your sweatpants?" You pulled away from the kiss. Bruno laughed.

"Needy girl, you can have my cock now if you want. If you're not too tired?"

"Please. I still want it."

"Do you?"

"Please Bruno. J-just fuck me."

He watched your begging as he smirked, planting a soft kiss on your lips before pulling down his sweatpants, making his cock spring free. You stared in awe. It was around 8/9 inches with a slight curve and you felt your clit throbbing once more as you stared at it along with the prominent v line he had.

"You think you can take it all?" He stared at you.

You nodded, nervous as you stared at his huge dick and sensitive from the way he made you cum, but all the worries slipped away as he leaned close to you, placing his cock at your entrance and sliding in slowly, feeling every part of your walls gripped around it.

"Oh fuc-k." He was groaning as his whole cock finally fit inside, your moans returning once again as he began thrusting in and out deeply, weak from your pussy. His speed remained slow as he rammed his cock into you letting it kiss your cervix as your hands gripped around his back, your fingernails leaving marks. His lips met your neck, before biting your shoulder hard from every slow thrust he did, all while groaning from the way your pussy felt.

You noticed him biting you as you felt the passion he was showing; he was making love to you. Before you could say anything, he spoke, letting you know how he felt,

"Your pussy," He pulled out before thrusting deeply and roughly into you again, making you let out a small scream.

"Is," He pulled out and thrusted hard again.

"The tightest," Another hard thrust.

"Pussy I've ever felt."

His pace increased suddenly as he began fucking you hard and deeply, making your moans heavy and loud, echoing in the hotel room. Your fingernails clawed at his back, gripping onto him while hit your g spot so perfectly with the slight curve of his dick.

"Fee-ls so good, Br-uno," you could barely form sentences. You were literally malfunctioning from this man ramming his cock into you as you moaned louder than you ever have, but suddenly, he pulled out, confusing you.

"What are you do-?" You asked as he cut you off, lifting you up and off the bed as you straddled your legs around him. He walked over to the couch in the hotel room, sitting down and turning you around to make your back face him, before inserting his cock into you as you both sat upright, his left hand gripping your waist and his right hand gently around your neck.

"Just wanted to have you like this for me." He said as his cock was motionless, the entire thing stuffed in your pussy.

"Bruno," you whimpered. The pleasure you were feeling was intense.

His left hand met your clit once more as he began rubbing it, your legs shaking from the sensitive feeling, when he began thrusting in and out again while you sat on his cock. You were moaning, showing him you couldn't cum again and you couldn't take it, but before you could tell him, he was already consoling you,

"It's okay, take it for me. I said I was gonna make you feel good, you know."

His thrusts were fast and deep, bringing you to your third orgasm of the night as your walls clenched around him, cumming on his throbbing cock.

"Oh fuck,, fuck you just came on my cock." His pace increased even faster. "Gonna cum inside you, yeah?" You nodded, disoriented from the way he made you cum until he did one last thrust, his cum filling you up inside as he was groaning and swearing.

He lifted you off his cock, getting a towel from the bathroom immediately to wipe the cum that was dripping out of you as he lay you on the bed after, still completely naked. He crawled under the covers while also not wearing anything, and came behind you to spoon you, kissing your neck from behind,

"You know," he paused. "I just marked you with my cum." He grinned, knowing he was leaving you satisfied, in better spirits surely. You hummed, before speaking,

"Never been fucked that good." He chuckled before planting a kiss on your cheek and pulling you in tightly.

"You should get some rest. We still have tomorrow and the day after that." He smiled as the room became quiet, the two of you ready to drift off to sleep as you broke that silence for the last time,