BRUNO BUCCIARATI idk how to spell his last name abeg
Or mista or abbachio 😫😫
cw: sub!bucciarati dom!reader, public sex, inappropriate use of stands
a/n: this is part 1! part 2 will be abbacchio, then mista <33
BRUNO BUCCIARATI
– bucciarati is a very sweet lover, “would always put your needs first” kind of guy. would go down on you if you want, would let you use his body even if he’s climaxed a bunch of times or even when it’s in public.
“right here?” bucciarati questioned crossing his shoulders together, a bit mad that you weren’t taking this mission seriously.
“oh come on, we’re at the back anyways. no one will here.” you persuaded, a bit impatient since nothing strange has been happening with the person you were tasked to watch. “well, that’s only if you keep quiet.”
he glanced at the front before looking into your eyes, he’d never say no to you but when it came to work… it’s a fifty-fifty.
with a sigh, he sat down on your lap and held the seat in front of you. he used his stand for you to do your business easier.
“a zipper right here? just for me? that’s bold.” you claimed, unzipping his pants right where you need to penetrate.
he didn’t like doing it dry, saying it would just inconvenience you but the quick moan that escaped his lips said otherwise.
the train was going at a speed where you thrusting into him seemed quicker. he covered his mouth with his left hand, not wanting to be heard by the other passengers, still keeping an eye on your target. if he was in the right state of mind, he could’ve just zipped his mouth shut.
unfortunately—or fortunately, he was too deep in pleasure to think of such things.
“hmm!”
“such a good boy, look at you still doing the mission.” you praised as his heart thumped to the same rhythm as your pounding.
“(n-name)…not too f-fast…” he begged, seeming to reach his limit. but as fate would have it, the train came to a halt pushing you deeper inside.
“Ah!” bucciarati yelled out, causing eyes to look back to him.
he thought he would be caught as they definitely made eye contact but they quickly turned around, pretending as if they didn’t see a thing.
“(name).” he said with a stern voice, mad.
“don’t worry! i’m sure they wouldn’t think the boss would send someone that’d have sex behind the train.” you chuckled.
