#Abbacchio X Bucciarati

[heartscooper]

BRUNO Y ABBACCHIO

[hn-nico]

arrivederci

[ztaemn]

may i offer you some (unfinished) bruabba in these trying times

[itsyourjester]

Parents sleep in their natural poses 🤌💕💤

Thanks for the idea to the wonderful person from twitter! 💋

[kiataika]

redraw of an old piece

[thestressedskittles]

Team Bucci Blurb (NSFW): Cumming inside of you

Warnings: Use of pussy/cunt/breast, gender-neutral reader, all characters are 18 and older! I did not proofread because its late, so I apologize for any mistakes.

BRUNO

His hands slide up to your breasts, where he teasingly plays with your pebbled nipples, kissing your jaw and pecking you lips for short kisses, leaving you pouty and adorable. He finally leans in for a fiery kiss, his blue eyes darkened with lustful intent, and he pushes you to lay down completely on the bed, your hand tangling into his silky black hair.

Going in raw isn't new, but this time, it feels different, more pleasurable. This time, he doesn't need to be careful. You're already clenching in excitement and Bruno is a master at revving you up, his long and slender fingers reaching deeper than your own, but nothing compares to his cock.

It never takes long to bring you to the edge when Bruno warms you up so good. A low groan kisses your ears and Bruno moves to lay completely on top of you, wanting to be as close to you as possible as you both reach bliss together. His hips move like a machine when there's a small stutter in his tempo, a strong twitch in his cock, followed by slow and deep thrusts. Moaning through clenched teeth, he leans in close to your lips before connecting them with tender affection.

ABBACCHIO

"Mm, fuck, Leone!" You moan out as the tall goth has you pulled against his chest, one arm wrapped around your middle, one hand on your breast, and the other braced against the bed, leaning you forward slightly to hit that little bundle of nerves just right.

He moans with you, the deep baritone sending pleasure furling in your pussy. His head rests on your shoulder, and his eyes cast a downward glance, watching your breast move with his thrusts. "You look so good right now." He breathes out, giving you goosebumps. He turns and lays a kiss upon your neck as your head tilts upwards.

Feeling you tighten, he holds you closer. "Gonna cum for me?" You can't see his face but you can hear the smirk. "Want me to cum inside of you, carina?" You nod frantically, at a loss for words, and his thrusts become stronger and quicker. "Gonna cum inside you!" He quickly shifts his grip, holding you close to his chest as his hips finish you both off, your mind fuzzy at the warm feeling of his cum shooting into your pussy.

MISTA

"Fuck, I love seeing you on top of me," Mista groans, his hands rapaciously kneading your breasts as you grind down onto his pelvis. His cock is fully sheathed inside of you and your clit rubs against his hard abdomen. "Feels so good, being inside you." He lets his head tilt back and you gently rake your nails down his chest, leaving light scratches.

"Guido!" You moan out, feeling ready to go over the edge. Every vein on his cock is enough to make you weak. Feeling the constant throbbing, you know he's close. "Want you... want you to cum inside of me! Fill me up!" You're bouncing on him now, eager to feel that knot in your belly erupt.

Planting his feet on the bed, he matches your bounces and rhythm, hands shifting from your breasts to your hips. He's noisy as he closes in on his release, you yourself are no better. Mista pants out words of encouragement and praise before you both lament, Mista slamming upward into your pulsing pussy, rubbing small circles on your hips as you milk him for all he's worth.

NARANCIA

Narancia is glued to your body, his usually messy hair now frayed and sticking to his forehead as he pants into the space above your head. Both his hands are gripping and twisting the bed sheets hard, struggling to keep himself together as his cock sinks into your molten pussy.

He half whines, half moans as he pulls away slightly, leaving his cock buried to the hilt. "I don't know how much longer I can last." He looks at you with purple eyes blown wide. His tone is higher pitch, one of his many telltale signs he's ready to cum. He brings himself to his knees and pulls your hips flush against his own, both your legs spread out on either side of him.

"Nara!" You reach for him, inadvertently pushing your breasts together and offering him an irresistible view, sending your raven-haired boyfriend over the edge. His thrusts turn to slams as he loses himself, hard cock twitching and pulsing, his hands finding purchase on your thighs and hips, sure to leave bruises to be admired later.

FUGO

"Holy shit!" Fugo grunts, feeling every inch of your cunt along his cock. One hand by your head, fisting the pillow, and the other running along your side to ground himself. "You feel... so good." He has to take a moment, not wanting to ruin this moment.

When he gets his bearings, he sets a hard pace. He starts up a consistent tempo, satisfying you both. He keeps himself deep as much as possible, every so often he'll keep his hips flush against yours for a split moment, to savor you and vice versa. Your arms wrap around his neck and your leg wraps around his waist, unable to get enough of him.

The feeling of being bare is intense for the both of you and doesn't take much before you're both at the edge, ready to tumble into the abyss of pleasure. Despite his rough pace, Fugo suddenly leans in for a hard kiss, his tongue pressing forth. The twitching of his cock intensifies as you reciprocate, tongues gliding against one another. He moans into your mouth, your pussy sucking in every last drop.

GIORNO

"So beautiful, so divine," Giorno murmurs into your ear as he bottoms out inside of you. You clutch at his pale shoulders as he shifts into position, laying tender kisses along your neck. You murmur his name into his shoulder and he begins a gentle rhythm, wanting to savor every moment of this first-time experience.

"F-feels good," you whimper out, feeling everything Giorno is without a barrier. He helps you wrap your legs around him before bracing his hands against your sides, his hand occasionally reaching up to knead your breast lightly. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear, telling you how beautiful you are beneath him.

You hands are tangled in his hair by the time you're ready to release, his braid undone and light scratch marks little down his back. Your hips canter upwards to meet his thrusts, silently telling him to pick up the pace. You both ride out on each other as bliss takes over the both of you. Giorno lets out sweet, soft moans as you stretch out beneath him, gripping his forearms and riding to cloud nine as he peppers your neck with kisses and hug you with sweet words.

[thus-wrote-mrs-zeppeli]

“I love you.”

Various jjba characters and how they express their affection for you

Content: lots of fluff and physical affection, inclusion of Dio being shallow and manipulative, alcohol and alcoholism mentioned, slightly suggestive

Written in headcanons style

Characters: Joseph Joestar (part 2), DIO, Rohan Kishibe, Bruno Bucciarati, Leone Abbacchio, Guido Mista, Gyro Zeppeli

-Joseph Joestar: You will be drowning in his loud affection one way or another. Such a physically affectionate partner, his lips pressed all over you, a constant flirt with wandering hands (and sometimes wandering eyes). He always aims to impress you or show off, and makes an effort to remember your likes and dislikes. He might tease, but he’s usually careful to not push you too far. Always jumping in to defend you; your sad face cuts him deeper than you know. You shouldn’t ever have to cry out of anguish, it is something he simply won’t stand for. If you do cry around him, you can guarantee he won’t be resting til you’re smiling again. He puts every effort into making you feel better when you’re down; it’s one of the rare moments you see him choose to behave seriously in front of you.

-DIO: Love…When you’re around him and he says his affection for you is deep and endless, it is very believable. He had such a way with words he could convince you of most anything, honestly. He could tell you you were the only one he ever saw, his favorite, he wishes he could spend his eternity by your side and of course he would if it wouldn’t be so cruel to take your humanity by turning you into a vampire. Or so he says.

It sounds ridiculous when you reflect on it when you’re away from him. Of course he’s just telling you what you want to hear, why do you keep coming back?!

And yet you return and return and return. Even though it was only shallow lust, if it came from Lord Dio it felt like you were with your soulmate. Maybe that’s the limit of the affection he will ever feel for you. A lust, a desire just deep enough that he will put some effort into taking care of you. His “love” comes from words, waxing empty poetic to you. And, of course, promising to give you whatever it is you truly want. He will make it happen. All you need to do is swear your loyalty to him, and he will grant you any desire you seek…

And if that desire is him? You can have your fill whenever you please~

-Rohan Kishibe: He is not a subtle man, nor does he try to be. A mere glance will show you the true impact you have on him…after all…you so often appear in his works. And so blatantly too. This character has your eyes. That character has a birthmark just like yours. One says things you would say. One dresses in your style. A piece of you, each time. It is how he wants it. He is proud to admit you are his ultimate muse, his favorite inspiration. Whenever he’s fighting art block, he turns to you.

Though, he is not so good with actually verbalizing the depths of his affection for you. He’s not the best at physical affection either. He won’t hold hands for long, he often doesn’t know how to respond to kisses and hugs, and usually he doesn’t get too close at night, if he even comes to bed at all.

It is enough for you. It doesn’t matter so much to you that he isn’t an expert in verbal or physical affection. You feel every ounce of his passionate love for you when he asks you to model for him, even though you know an exceptionally brilliant artist like him doesn’t need you to do a basic pose for him. And it does not go unnoticed to you that the poses he requests are always very comfortable for you to hold on the couch.

-Bruno Bucciarati: He takes care of you. It is what he does, and it is how he shows his love. You’re eating at a restaurant, he will pay the check. Stuck in a crowd? His hand will be on the small of your back, maybe subconsciously, or maybe deliberately, so he won’t lose track of you. He’ll drive you home at night, and wait til he sees you’re safely inside. He is a sanctuary.

Though he is not the most in tune with his emotions, and clear communication is difficult for him sometimes, but damnit if he doesn’t try for your sake. He’s very busy, but he makes an effort to carve out some time for you where you can both have some peace and quiet, and a heart-to-heart.

When it’s just the two of you, he’s able to lower that guard of his. You can always tell he’s tired. But he puts you and everyone else he cares about first, every time.

You lean against his chest. He is so tense, but he allows himself to slump his shoulders and hold you close. He talks for a bit, just being honest with you, vulnerable. And then he goes quiet, his chin resting against the top of your head.

His breathing is soft, his hands gently slide down your arms…he had fallen asleep. A rare opportunity for you to take care of him without him protesting has finally presented itself…

-Leone Abbacchio: Sure he is a jaded and broken and horribly grumpy man but he is also very capable of affection and care, even if he’s not the best at showing it. Despite his crass personality, he has suffered so much, so he can also empathize much more than you’d initially think. Though that doesn’t make him great at giving you comfort or affirming speeches. His love comes from reassurance; usually words are unnecessary. He’ll always sit beside you wherever you go. If someone tries to take his spot next to you at a restaurant, he’ll drag them out of that seat if he has to. What is his is also yours. You want to drink his wine? Sure, don’t mind the purple lipstick on the rim of the glass. The depth of his physical affection is deepest when you share a quiet evening together. His hand on your shoulder, face pressed against your neck. Whether it’s him taking a quick moment to reflect (you’re his pillar, and he’s reminded of it especially when his troubles seem to melt away when he presses his forehead against the back of your neck), or he’s a little drunk and trusts you to straighten him out (his pillar, his pillar…even when he’s indulged in too many bad habits and slurs his words and stains your neck with purple lipstick as he falls asleep nestled against you, you are always so kind and patient to him, but always firm). He is broken, his regrets follow him like a vengeful ghost, he will never be good enough for you in his own eyes. But damn it if he won’t at least try.

-Guido Mista: His hand in yours, quick kisses up your arms all the way up to your cheek. His bullets swirling around him constantly gushing about how nice and amazing you are and begging Mista to go see you again so they can Also see you. The mercilessness when he digs his fingers into your skin and tickles you until he ends up getting hurt from your elbow hitting his nose on accident from your squirming.

He calls your name just to get you to look at him. He thinks you smell SO good, especially after you freshen up with your favorite scent, but he actually worries about looking weird around you so he might not say anything. Guess he doesn’t realize it’s much weirder to silently sneak in sniffs instead of telling you he likes how you smell. He’s even more impulsive than usual when you’re involved. If he has money in his pocket and you seem slightly interested in something you can bet he’s opening up his wallet and buying it for you.

You do a lot for him, a steady and familiar comfort in his crazy life…so let him blow a couple bucks on you when he wants to. Seeing you happy when he manages to get you something you like is one of his greatest joys in life.

-Gyro Zeppeli: Watch his hands, he’ll put them all over you when the opportunity presents itself. He’s not a gentleman, you already knew that. He doesn’t even try to talk like one. He loves how you feel in his lap, and he’s not shy about saying it out loud. One of life’s greatest joys is a drink in one hand, and his other hand supporting the back of a cute thing like you sitting on his thighs. If you walk by him, you Know that man is gonna try and playfully spank you. Put your hands in his hair, he loves when you play with it, but choose your timing because it might put him in a mood if you tug on it. And of course he’ll delight you with the spin, if you let him. He uses it so gently with you, easing your sore muscles after a long day, or sending pleasant sensations rippling across your skin. Or using it to cause a bit of mischief. A sudden jolt through your body when he wants your attention, or a relentless tickling that has you laughing and writhing and begging him to knock it off.

He holds onto you like a teddy bear when the two of you snuggle up for the night. His muscular arms wrapped around you, clinging to you, snuggling his face against you.

It can be suffocating at times. He’s just so. Big and strong. But damn do you feel safe, and you haven’t the heart to push him away when he wants to hold you at night.

He does this thing where he gives you something he values, so you can hold onto it for him and give it back to him later. It’s how he shows his trust for you. Hold on to one of his belt buckles, or his goggles, or his hat…give it back at your leisure. He insists. He knows you’ll keep it safe, and it’ll remind you of him if you hold onto it. In his eyes it’s a win win.

[helenabuu32]

My first hc post officially has 100 notes 🥹

To celebrate……

Anotha one.

Bucci Squad when their crush or S/O gets badly hurt during a mission!

Bucciarati:

RIP to the one who has awoken mama bear

Without hesitation will use Sticky Fingers to safely tuck you away from danger until the threat is taken care of.

Depending on how severe the injury is, he’ll send another member in the zipper dimension with you to make sure you’re okay. If it’s life threatening, he’ll make Giorno heal you there.

Once you’re somewhere safe, it’s go time. There’s no holding back and the rest of the team is actually a little shocked (or scared) of his lack of composure when going after the one who hurt you.

He will accept help from the others if he needs it, he doesn’t care as long as the person gets fucked up. He will however insist on on delivering the finishing blow

Will probably deliver a really emotional speech about “those who dare harm the one he loves” (he’ll do this whether you’re dating or not bc ur prob unconcious anyway so it won’t really be a confession lmfao) as he proceeds to zipper their entire body apart and rip the pieces to shreds

Once the battle is over, he’s taking you home and not leaving your side until you’re better. If you’re dating he’ll make sure there’s always a fresh red rose by your bedside ❤️

Mista:

Did someone order a side of Swiss cheese?Because that’s what Mista is about to turn this person into.

He will throw himself in front of you and order one of the others to get you the hell out of there. He doesn’t care if he gets hit with an attack as long as you’re not getting hurt anymore.

The Sex Pistols are ANGRY. 5 is crying and wants to go to you, but knows Mista needs every bit of help he can get. They’re going absolutely nuts helping to riddle your attacker with bullets nonstop. Some of them are even trying to cling onto them and straight up bite chunks out of their body.

Mista will want to take care of this person himself but if he can’t handle it on his own, he’ll reluctantly let the others assist him. At the end of the day he doesn’t really care as long as he gets some (MANY) good shots in and this person is no more.

Once the fight is over, he’s sprinting to your side to assess the damage. Putting pressure on any wounds, he’ll take his shirt off to make a pillow for your head. Hell even rip it to shreds if you need bandages he doesn’t care.

If there’s a lot of damage, he’ll ask Giorno to help. He’s not letting you die on him.

Once you’re back home or somewhere safe, he’s doing everything he can to take care of you and help you. Any time you need food or water or a change of bandages, he’s the one who’s going to get it. Other than that, he never leaves your side until you’re better.

Abbachio:

This person is definitely gonna regret laying a finger on you.

He scoops you up and brings you somewhere safe while he’s yelling at the others to give them everything they’ve got.

If your life is in danger, he will put his hatred for Giorno aside and start begging him to come and heal you. He’s so desperate that the others are kind of shocked. They never realized you meant so much to him.

Depending on the enemy stand users abilities, he knows he and his own stand may be no match for them. If that’s the case, all he asks is that the others leave them alive so he can finish them off….

Once that has been done and he knows you’re going to be okay, he’ll demand that the others stay with you while he “takes care of things.”

He doesn’t even wanna use Moody Blues. In fact, he’s called his stand back in. If there’s anything laying around like a crowbar, a plank of wood, something that can do damage, he’ll grab it. If not, being the strongest of the group physically, he has no problem using his fists.

The others will watch from afar as Leone makes this person unrecognizable as human. This person is literally begging and pleading for mercy, but Abbacchio doesn’t intend on stopping. Even when they’re long dead, he just keeps going until they’re a bloody pulp.

He’ll walk back to you and the group, covered in the blood of the enemy and tell everyone to back off. He carries you the whole way back to whenever you’re staying. If you’re dating, he’ll just hold you and silently cry when you’re away from the others as he tells you how much he loves you and never wants to lose you.

Narancia:

Lol the others should run

No actually. He’s telling the rest of the Bucci gang to take you, make sure you’re okay, and run. FAR. Away.

He’s literally screaming at this person as he uses Aerosmith to just unleash everything it has. If there’s cars or anything around that he can use to set a fire, the whole area will be set ablaze within minutes.

Once he knows it’ll finish them off for good, Narancia will drop Aerosmith’s bomb and absolutely destroy everything in the vicinity. He doesn’t even care if he hurts himself at this point.

When the deed is finally done, he’s rushing to you and the others, tears running down his face yelling and making sure you are/are going to be okay.

Once you’re all back home, Narancia is constantly bringing you snacks and drinks and feeding them to you. He’ll set his boombox up in your room and let you ply all your favourite songs to help brighten the mood. He acts cheery to put a smile on your face, but this boy is honestly traumatized after watching you get hurt like that.

If you’re not dating, he feels like he literally needs to guard your room at night. He has this irrational fear that someone else will break in to try to finish you off. If you’re in a relationship, he sleeps with you every single night, waking up every half hour/an hour because he’s so worried something will happen.

Will pick you flowers he found (they’re actually weeds lol) outside because he knows how much you like them

Giorno

Uh yeah so he’s definitely about to prove he’s his fathers son here

He’s calm. Like SCARY calm. The others have never seen him act this way before and it’s freaking them out.

He’ll heal any wounds that need to be tended to immediately, then ask the others to take you somewhere you’ll be safer

He never once loses his composure. In fact, the others think they can see him….smiling???

His goal now is to use Gold Experience to make this person regret they were ever born. The enemy won’t even notice the strategically placed roots he’s been sprouting from the ground until it’s too late…

Once the enemy is where Giorno wants him, the others will watch this person slowly. SO slowly. Get impaled all over with thin tree branches. Giorno makes sure this person stays alive for a long time. Once he’s ready to finish the job, he will make the tree grow fully through their body, completely tearing them apart.

The others jaws are on the floor as they watch Giorno walk back over to them, the scene behind him looking like a gory horror movie. Most of them are a little scared of him right now but Abbacchio actually managed to grow a sliver of respect for him, strangely enough.

Upon seeing you, he goes back to his normal, kind self. When you get home, he will care for you until you’re better. If you’re dating, he’ll hold you tightly as he tells you how much he loves you and will never let anyone hurt you like that again.

Fugo

So he actually almost kills everyone out of complete, uncontrollable rage

He’s so angry he honestly doesn’t even check on you before going nuts on this person. The others, realizing they can’t stop him and would definitely die trying, get you to safety and take care of any injuries that may need immediate attention.

Fugo honestly almost gets himself killed with his own stand. But he doesn’t care, because at the end of the day, the person who hurt you is gone and boy did they suffer greatly

He finally calls Purple Haze back in, realizing how reckless he was being in his emotional state. He feels ashamed, but couldn’t help himself when he saw you laying there, crumpled up in pain on the ground.

When you get back, he’s actually avoiding you at first. When he finally comes to see you, he explodes. “What the Hell were you thinking??? Are you stupid, throwing yourself in the middle like that to blindly defend everyone? You could’ve gotten yourself KILLED. I almost LOST YOU.”

…if you weren’t dating already, that was pretty much his confession of his feelings for you. If you are in a relationship, he’ll finally let his guard down and just weep. You actually have to comfort him at first. He just keeps repeating how much he loves you and can’t ever lose you. He’s saying he’s sorry over and over again. Sorry for letting you get that hurt, sorry for almost hurting the others. He’s just sorry. And he swears to protect you and work on being more calm in those situations.

I’ll be adding one for Trish later as I was having a hard time thinking of a good amount of hcs for her and I’ve had this in my drafts so long that I just really wanna get it out there! I hope you guys liked this one, and again, always feel free to send in a request for some hcs from me! :)

Love: your friendly neighborhood Abbacchio simp 😌

[c4arl2y]

-moshi moshi bruno desu

if you knew how many times... I wanted to snuggle up to Bruno's boobs to feel calmer (μ‿μ)

[valleyofwater]

Februabba 2025 | Day 23 - Memory

I tried a new brush with this one! Nice to use, I’ll make more with it in the future!

[cheezy-marinara]

Sometimes I think about how Bucciarati's last words to Abbacchio were "do it in 10" and yeah! That probably haunted him for the last day or two. At least they get to see each other again :D

[heartscooper]

BRUABBA SKETCH

I feel like I'm improved my render technique, what do you think? 🌟

[hn-nico]

I want them back : (

[naomijoestar]

⋆.ೃ JJBA SCENARIOS ࿔*:･

Masterlist here <3

genre: erotic fiction

warnings: boners; doesn’t lead to anything tho, slight NSFW

characters: bucci gang

notes: F!reader, also i wasn’t going to include the 18- characters (giorno, narancia, fugo) but i set up a poll yesterday on whether I should include or exclude them and the majority of the votes told me to include so here you guys go!

Bucci gang members getting a hard-on from their crush

Giorno Giovanna

You and Giorno are sitting on an ornate balcony overlooking Naples, enjoying the sunset. The atmosphere is warm, the golden glow of the setting sun enhancing the intimacy.

Giorno listens carefully as you speak, but he's acutely aware of the way your body shifts closer, your fingers lightly brushing his thigh as you adjust yourself on the seat. The touch is innocent, but it sends a ripple of heat through him. He prides himself on his control, but he feels his breath hitch when you lean in even closer, your lips just inches from his ear, as you softly ask him a question.

His pulse quickens. His hand rests on his knee, and he clenches his fist discreetly, trying to maintain his calm façade. But beneath the table, he subtly shifts, trying to hide the involuntary reaction your proximity is causing.

You tilt your head curiously when he doesn't immediately answer, your eyes meeting his. "Giorno, are you okay? You seem a little... distant."

Giorno's face remains calm, though his voice is deeper than usual. "I'm fine," he replies, his words a touch slower, as if carefully measured. But the heat creeping up his neck and the tightness he feels under the table say otherwise.

His composure slips for just a moment as he brushes a strand of your hair away from your face, his fingers grazing your cheek.

Your soft smile doesn't help. It only fuels the heat in his chest, making him long for more, but Giorno, always the gentleman, leans back slightly to catch his breath, hoping you don’t notice the subtle tension building between you two

Bruno Bucciarati

You and Bruno are working on a mission late into the night. The small room is dimly lit, and you're seated next to each other, sharing the same space.

Bruno's focused, but as you lean over to point something out on the map, your chest lightly presses against his arm. He freezes for a split second, the warmth of your body suddenly igniting something in him. He keeps his eyes fixed on the map, trying to maintain his usual collected demeanor, but inside, his thoughts are racing.

Your breath tickles his ear as you speak softly, oblivious to the effect you’re having on him. The sensation of your body so close, combined with the scent of your perfume, stirs a primal response that even Bruno struggles to suppress.

His jaw clenches slightly, and he subtly shifts in his seat, his hand pressing against his thigh to calm himself. But when you laugh softly, your lips so close to his neck, he feels a surge of warmth, and he has to cross his legs beneath the table to hide the growing tension in his body.

You turn to him, your lips still curved in a smile. "Bruno? You're awfully quiet." There's a playful teasing in your tone, but Bruno only offers a tight smile, his usual confidence faltering.

"I'm just... concentrating," he says, though the slight huskiness in his voice betrays him. He swallows hard, his hands resting in his lap, hoping you don’t notice how affected he is by your presence.

Leone Abbacchio

You and Abbacchio are seated at a secluded corner of a bar, the dim lighting creating a sultry atmosphere. You have been teasing him all night, your laughter cutting through the low hum of the room.

Abbacchio's used to keeping his emotions in check, but you know just how to push his buttons. You lean in closer, your leg brushing against his under the table as you smirk at him.

"You're really fun to mess with, you know that?" you tease, your voice a little lower than before.

Your lips are dangerously close to his ear now, and Abbacchio tenses, feeling a surge of heat course through him. His body reacts instinctively to the closeness, and he grits his teeth, shifting slightly in his seat to try and adjust himself without making it obvious. The tightness in his pants is becoming more noticeable, and he silently curses his body's reaction.

He turns his head to glare at you, his usual scowl in place, but his eyes betray him-they're darker now, filled with something he's trying to keep under control. "You're playing with fire," he mutters, his voice low and gruff.

You lean back slightly, still smiling, but your eyes linger on him, noticing the tension in his body. Abbacchio crosses his arms, but it doesn't help; he's still keenly aware of the way his body is reacting to your proximity, and it frustrates him that he can't maintain his usual composure.

He quickly finishes his drink, hoping to distract himself, but the heat between you lingers, and Abbacchio is left sitting in silence, pretending he's unaffected, though you both know better

Guido Mista

You two are walking down a quiet street after a late-night hangout. The moonlight making everything feel more intimate.

You're laughing, the mood light, until you playfully nudge him, your hand resting on his chest for a moment longer than expected. Mista stops mid-sentence, the playful vibe suddenly shifting. Your touch sends a jolt through him, and he feels a wave of heat spreading downwards.

"Uh, wow," he says, his voice cracking slightly as he laughs awkwardly, trying to shake off the feeling. But his body's already reacting, and he glances down quickly, panicking as he realizes the situation unfolding in his pants.

Mista's always been confident, but right now, he feels the need to hide his growing arousal, pulling his jacket down to cover himself. "Hey, you wanna grab some gelato or something?" he blurts out, his voice a bit higher-pitched than usual as he tries to change the subject.

You look at him, amused by his sudden shift in energy, and arche a brow. "Mista, are you okay? You seem... flustered." Your tone is teasing, and Mista feels his face flush as he desperately tries to keep his cool.

"I'm not flustered! I just-uh, I really want ice cream, that's all," he says, laughing too loudly. But as you walk, his steps are a little stiffer, and he keeps his hands awkwardly in his pockets, trying to play it off. Inside, though, he's mentally cursing his body for betraying him so easily

Narancia Ghirga

You are hanging out on a rooftop, watching the city lights flicker below. The cool night air contrasts with the growing warmth between you as you sit close together.

Narancia's usually full of energy, but tonight, he's more subdued, his attention drawn to the way your leg brushes against his. You shift closer to him, your body pressing lightly against his, and Narancia feels his throat go dry. He's not used to feeling this kind of tension-it's different from anything he's experienced before.

Your hand grazes his knee, and suddenly, his body reacts with a jolt of heat. His breath hitches, and he shifts uncomfortably, feeling the tightness in his pants as his arousal becomes undeniable. He glances at you, panic flickering in his eyes as he tries to play it off.

“S-sorry, it's just a little cold up here," he stammers, though his voice betrays him. It's not cold at all, and the heat radiating from his body is unmistakable.

You look at him, your expression soft, but there's a hint of something more in your gaze. "Narancia, you okay?" you ask, your voice gentle, but your touch lingers on his leg, making his pulse race even faster.

He laughs nervously, scratching the back of his head. "Y-yeah, I'm fine! Just.. you know, uh... the city's really pretty tonight, huh?" He's babbling, trying to distract himself, but the tension between you is growing, and his body isn't giving him any breaks.

Narancia shifts again, pulling his shirt down as subtly as possible, hoping you don’t notice his very obvious reaction. But the way you’re looking at him with that knowing smile, makes him realize you probably already have

Pannacotta Fugo

The both of you are in the library, studying together late into the evening. The quiet atmosphere is heavy with tension, and the dim lighting makes everything feel more intimate.

Fugo’s eyes are glued to his book, but his thoughts are elsewhere. You are sitting right next to him, leaning over to look at the same text, and the scent of your perfume is clouding his usually sharp mind. Every now and then, your arm brushes against his, and with every accidental touch, Fugo feels his composure slipping.

He adjusts his collar, suddenly too aware of the warmth building in his chest—and lower. His mind races, scolding himself for letting his thoughts wander like this, but the tension between you is growing, and he can’t ignore it any longer. Your hand grazes his knee lightly, and the contact sends a shockwave through his body, stirring something deep inside him.

Fugo’s body reacts before his mind can catch up. He shifts awkwardly in his seat, crossing his legs beneath the table, but the pressure in his pants is undeniable. He glances at you from the corner of his eye, hoping you don’t notice the slight tremble in his hands as he grips the edge of the table, trying to stay focused on the book in front of him.

You lean in closer, your breath warm against his ear as you ask him something, your voice soft and teasing. “Fugo, you seem distracted… everything okay?”

He swallows hard, feeling a rush of heat up his neck. His voice is lower than usual as he replies, “I’m fine. Just… trying to concentrate.” But his body betrays him; his heart is racing, and the tension in his pants grows harder to hide.

You smile knowingly, your eyes lingering on his face for a moment longer than necessary. Fugo clenches his fist, fighting the urge to lose control. He’s always been careful, disciplined—but right now, with you so close, he feels himself dangerously close to crossing a line he’s never dared before.

In a sudden move, he pushes his chair back slightly, creating more space between you. “I need some air,” he mutters, his voice strained as he stands up quickly, hoping you don’t see the flush creeping across his face, or the other, much more obvious reaction he’s trying to hide

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