improper use of stand 🥹
forks and spoons clanked against dishes, so did glasses. lights were dimmed as people ate and chatted. mista and abbacchio sat near their girlfriends as bruno sat next to you
a few days prior to this triple date, mista had suggested to bruno and abbacchio that they should all go out on a date together with their girls.
at first, abbacchio was against it. he hated going out and being with anyone besides his girlfriend. bruno on the other hand loved going out and showing off his girlfriend, and he wouldn’t mind hanging with his friends.
so, bruno ended up agreeing which inevitably made abbacchio agree too.
now the six of you sit at a booth inside of a bar styled restaurant. saccharine lights fill the vicinity as you sit across your boyfriend bruno, sipping on a sweet martini.
“i’m glad we’re doing this, guys.” mista announces, lifting his glass to start a toast.
“to love,” mista declared, prompting the rest of you guys to lift your own glasses and cheers with everyone. “let’s eat then,” bruno says as he gives you a small wink before starting to eat.
bruno’s wink had reminded you of how needy you were for him as you guys drove to the restaurant. as the two of you got ready, bruno just couldn’t keep his hands off of you and kept whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
like if he was teasing you on purpose.
you whined the whole ride, begging for bruno to make a little pit stop so the two of you can fuck. unfortunately, you guys were already running a bit late so bruno refused.
which is why you are now currently sexually frustrated while surrounded by your friends.
abbacchio’s girlfriend, who is sitting next to you notices that your vibe is off tonight. “hey, is everything alright?” she questioned, giving you a soft and understanding look.
with a slight jump you turn to meet her gaze with a small smile, nodding. “yeah, i’m all good. don’t worry.”
bruno notices the little interaction, but decides not to act on it. he knows you well enough that you don’t like when your mood is questioned in public. especially with others around.
as everyone eats their warm and delicious food, you think about what else is also warm and delicious that your boyfriend could be eating.
with that thought you grow even more turned on, feeling your sliiick folds stick to your lacy white panties. you finally decide that your over it and pull out your phone to message bruno.
[you] babeee i really need u rn :((
bruno feels his phone buzz against his thigh, and when he checks that it’s from you he takes a quick glance at you before opening your message.
[bruno] what’s wrong, baby?
you’re glad everyone else is too engrossed in their food or the conversation, and not focusing on the fact that you and bruno are both on your phones.
[you] don’t act so oblivious bruno
you’ve been teasing me all night
can we pls just have a quickie in the bathroom?
bruno sends you an incredulous look across the table. “a quickie? like i’m some amateur…” bruno thought.
[bruno] it’ll be too obvious, tesoro.
they aren’t that dumb.
you send a sharp and quick glare to your boyfriend.
[you] bruno i literally cannot wait any longer
pleaseeee?
[bruno] don’t worry, bella.
you can practically imagine bruno’s soft and coaxing voice over the phone.
[bruno] i have an idea.
just go to the bathroom, alright?
i’ll be there to help you out in a second.
confused, you send him a look. didn’t he just say quickies were for amateurs? but of course, you always trust your boyfriend’s words. “uh, excuse me. gotta use the bathroom,” you muttered to abbacchio’s girlfriend. she quickly nods and mutters to mista’s girlfriend that you gotta use the restroom.
the guys talk amongst themselves for those few seconds of exiting the booth. once you’re finally out, you muttered a quick thanks and head to the bathroom.
unfortunately, there were no unisex or family bathrooms so you inevitably went into the women’s. thankfully, the bathroom was empty. so you had the whole place to yourself.
[bruno] are you in a stall yet?
[you] yeah
when are u coming?
back at the table, the conversation flows easily without bruno. thank god. cause now that gives bruno time to dig into his pants to grab his cock. the others make fun of how mista is always stinky, saying that he’s like some teenage boy who doesn’t shower. the conversation goes on like nothing as if bruno doesn’t have his hand in his pants.
bruno’s fingers brush against his half-hard cock, pre-cum already spilling from his mushroom tip due to your neediness rubbing off on him earlier. he uses his stand, sticky fingers, to be able to take off his dick and give it to you to use.
you stare at your phone, waiting for a text to come through. it’s been like three minutes since you texted him and you were growing quite impatient. thankfully, yet weirdly, a small portal appears on the stall wall.
revealing a dick. a really familiar dick…
you slightly jumped at first, definitely not expecting a whole penis coming from the stall wall.
[bruno] have fun, tesoro ;)
you sit there on the toilet seat in shock. did he really just do that? you thought.
[you] ur absolutely insane bruno
[bruno] don’t go too hard, darling.
you know i can still feel everything.
don’t want the others noticing.
everything, huh? back at the house, bruno had been getting on your nerves yet turning you on so much. you stood in front of your bathroom mirror, getting ready for the dinner, when bruno walked up behind you and started running his hands up and down your sides, pressing his cock against your ass.
ohh, you’re so getting back at him.
you take his cock, squeezing it to tease him a bit. oh—? it twitched. you pull your panties to the side, the cool air making you jolt a bit. you run your thumb over his tip, letting the pre-cum spread all over the head.
you finally get into a comfortable position and slowly take his cock inch by inch. back at the table, bruno’s breathing gets heavier and he starts fidgeting by bouncing his leg up and down.
abbacchio spares him a quick glance, narrowing his eyes a bit but quickly brushes it off.
“mm… fuck.” you muttered quietly as you fuck yourself with your boyfriends dick. as you push it in and out, you realize that you just aren’t going hard enough to make bruno feel insane.
you start to go deeper and quicker, his balls slap against your clit juussstt right. “ngh—! fuckk, s’gooodd…”
bruno feels sweat trickle down his neck as he tries to keep his composure. he can feel his dick rubbing up against those gummy walls of yours perfectly. “mmgh—”
“hm? what was that, bruno?” mista’s girlfriend asks, glancing over at him. “o—oh, it’s n—nothing. i didn’t say anything. don’t mind ngh— me…” her brows furrow with slight concern, but she decided to leave it alone.
you can feel your slick run down your thighs and your hand, almost causing you to drop his precious cock. you grab his balls to make sure it’s more secure, squeezing them tightly to mess with him some more.
“fuck—” bruno curses under his breath, grabbing more weird looks from everyone at the table. “bruno… are you okay?” mista asked.
before bruno can say anything else, he feels your muscles squeeze around his cock, making him bite his bottom lip to avoid any groans from spilling out.
“apologies, it seems that my stomach is acting up. i’ll be in the bathroom.” the guys quickly step out of the booth for a second so bruno can get out.
he settles for the last stall, finally letting his moans and groans spill out. he pulls out his phone to call you.
you notice your phone buzzing in your purse where it hangs on the stall door. you grab it and see that it’s bruno calling. you pick it up, letting your phone settle between your cheek and your shoulder.
“yes, baby? what is it,” you ask so innocently like you both don’t know what’s happening.
“i told you not to go so hard, didn’t i? you made me look like some crazy person back at the table.” you let out a teasing giggle, but then a soft moan spills out when you feel his cock twitch.
“well, you were the one who kept t—teasing me all ngh—night…”
“just keep on talking so i can come, babyyy,” you quietly whined into your phone. “fuck…” bruno mutters as he tries to busy his hands somehow. “just keep on fucking yourself with my cock, yeah? if you make me come too, i’ll make sure to treat you right once we get home, hm?”
fuck… he always knew how to sweeten you up. “how does that sound, tesoro? want me to fuck you all night long?”
“mm—! fuck, brunooo…” his words make your chest feel heavy as you take in deeper breaths. you continue to fuck yourself with his cock, letting his coaxing words push you off the edge.
“you’re so close, huh? keep— fuuuck! keep going, bella…” you’re so close, you can feel your legs quivering as you rock your hips against his dick. “fuck, baby— m’gonna come!”
“shit— do it, darling. come all over my cock for me.” with his words, you do. your whole body trembles as you finally let go, letting your juices trickle down your legs. bruno follows quickly after, stuffing you so full that you feel warm in your tummy.
“you… are such a menace, darling.” bruno says, causing an exhausted giggle fall from your lips.
you send bruno’s cock back through the portal, but not without giving it a little cheeky kiss before. finally after cleaning up your mess, you head back to the table and already finding bruno there.
you slide back into your spot, muttering small apologies for being a while. all of you continue the date, completely ignoring what was going on earlier.
as the date ends you all exit the restaurant, everyone holding hands with their own partner.
abbacchio turns his head slightly to bruno’s so no one else can hear him. “you’re so gross, you know that?” bruno’s face furrows slightly before realizing what abbacchio had meant. he bursts out into a soft and breathless laughter.
“i have no idea what you’re talking about, abbacchio,” he says, but abbacchio doesn’t miss the little smirk on his face.
© xstarlights 26’
a/n: had this in my drafts for so long but i finally finished it! lowkey kinda rushed it tho…
