#bruno smut
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JJBA men thinking of you while masturbating
NSFW / Minors don't interact / 18+
Characters: Jotaro Kujo / Bruno Bucciaratti / Josuke Higashikata / Rohan Kishibe / Giorno Giovanna x female reader
Warnings: male masturbation, fantasies about sex (blowjobs, penetrative sex), slight exhibitionism, voyeurism (Josuke’s part)
Notes: All underage characters aged up of course. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated <3
Jotaro Kujo
Jotaro is used to being the one pined over, the one admired, turning people’s heads, the constant touch of careful hands, being adored for his sheer height and width.
What he isn’t used to, however, is being the admirer.
Since he’s laid his eyes on you, he got to know the feeling. He didn’t even realize it at first. Of course, he wants to study with you, and naturally, he wants your opinion on the latest seminar paper he has written, certainly, he wants to help you with your work. You’re his fellow student, his friend.
But when Jotaro used his stand to stop the time for just a few seconds, to freeze the sweet smile on your face as you looked at him, eyes bright and glowing, to just observe you longer like this, he realized that maybe, you’re not just his friend. Maybe, you mean more to him.
And as he sits in the library now, unable to focus on his laptop screen in front of him, he turns his head to look at you. And he’s sure; you’re not just his friend.
He can see the subtle shadow under your eyes, the way your eyelids seem too heavy, and your disheveled hair. Something tears at his very heart when he gazes at you.
You turn your head, shooting him a tired, nonetheless, sweet smile.
“Could you look at this?” You ask him, pointing at your laptop.
Jotaro nods, scooting closer to you with his chair.
The lack of proximity makes it hard for him to concentrate on the words before him, let alone your voice as you try to explain your work. He hums here and there, his eyes taking in the words, his brain not comprehending the meaning.
He can smell your scent, your subtle and sweet perfume. He feels your heat on his skin. Jotaro slightly turns his head. You’re so close, he can see every pore of your skin, your lashes, the distinct color of your eyes, and the gentle sweep of your nose. He swallows hard against the dryness of his mouth.
You turn your head, slightly rising your eyebrows, your gaze locking with his. His gaze drops to your glistening lips, his desire for you flaring hot in his chest. His head dips forward automatically, every cell of his urging him to lock his lips with yours.
His chair nearly falls over as he stands up abruptly.
“What are you doing?” You ask perplexed.
Jotaro ignores you. He can’t face you like this.
The library is almost vacant. He moves along the high shelves until his breathing has normalized a bit.
He leans against one of the shelves, trying desperately to ignore the way his blood runs hotly through his veins, the way it rushes down his body.
It’s palpable, the way he longs for you, the way he yearns to touch you. His half-hardened dick twitches in his pants at the thought of it.
He buries his face in his hands, embarrassed at his own weakness. Memories of you flood his mind; your shining lips, your bright eyes, your scent.
His head falls back against the books on the shelf, his hands dangling feebly on his side. Jotaro can’t seem to get ahold of himself. His mind is racing, he sees you, putting up your hair, exposing your slender neck, he sees you, sitting next to him, your short dress riding up your thighs.
It seems like the rational part of his brain stopped functioning. He’s not even fully aware of what he’s doing, so caught up with thinking of you, until a little sigh drips from his lips.
He looks down, seeing his dick straining noticeably against his pants, his hand palming him through his trousers.
His face flushes hot, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. No one is around, he assures himself once more.
It has no use stopping now.
Hurriedly, he tugs down his pants and boxers. His cock springs free, right into his grip. He hisses at the drag of his palm along his dick. It feels so good. The slight possibility of getting caught only heightens his lust.
He watches his fist drag along his length, taking in the bead of pre-cum dropping along his shaft, easing the glide of his hand.
He thinks about your thighs again, how soft they would feel as he’d let his large hands smooth along them, and what he would find when you spread them for him.
His head tips back against the shelf, his eyes fluttering shut as he slightly increases his pace. He imagines your glistening pussy, dripping for him. He’d sink his long, thick fingers into you, curling and scissoring them until he has you whimpering and whining, begging for him to finally fuck you.
Jotaro can practically see your expression; your doe-eyes peering at him, your lips parted, your body trembling. A low groan rips past his chest, his fist squeezing his cock just a little tighter.
He pictures you, sitting atop of him, your delicate hands pressing against his chest as you lower yourself on his dick, slowly taking him in, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when he fills you up completely. He would watch your pretty tits bouncing with every move of yours, and the beautiful, lust-drunk expression on your face.
His hips stutter forward into his fist as he imagines rutting into you, holding your hips so tightly as he fucks up into you. He can practically hear your moans, your sweet, whiny whimpers, and the way his skin slaps against yours.
Jotaro increases the pace of his hand, concentrating on his sensitive tip, a strained gasp falling from his parted lips.
He imagines you cumming, his name drops from your lips, drawn out into a delirious moan. He can almost feel it; the way your pussy would spasm around his throbbing dick, practically urging him to spill his seed into you.
A string of curses leave his lips, his hips stuttering into his hand once more before he cums. He jerks through his orgasm, a spurt of cum dripping down his dick, onto his hand, with each hurried stroke. He thinks about rolling his hips into you, letting your pussy milk him dry as a mess of your slick and his cum runs down your thighs.
He shallowly thrusts into his fist until he’s hissing from overstimulation. His heavy eyes flutter open, his heart racing in his heaving chest as his gaze drops.
A strained sigh drops from his lips as he takes in his messy hand holding his weeping length. Slowly, he comes back down to earth, realizing what he’s just done.
His head snaps in the direction where you’re probably sitting, hopefully, still staring at your laptop screen. And Jotaro just stands here, a few meters away, his released emotions for you tainting his hand.
Bruno Bucciaratti
It’s obvious that you’re new on the job. Bruno doesn’t notice this solely because he’s a regular at the restaurant and hasn’t seen you before.
Rather, it is the way you fail to see the subtle signs the guests give you, asking for the check or mixing up orders one too many times.
You’re the new waitress. And until now you don’t do a great job.
It’s obvious that you’re stressed, evident from the slight sheen of sweat on your forehead and the way your cheeks glow. A wave of sympathy washes over Bucciaratti as he watches you rush around the restaurant. And he feels something more, a little tug in his chest because you just look so unbelievably cute while doing that.
He’s not even mad that he already had to wait so long for you to finally bring him his wine. Because when you do, he can look at you from up close, observing your delicate fingers place the wine glass on his table, watching the loose strands of hair hanging into your face.
And when he thanks you, the smile you give him makes the minutes worth the wait.
His eyes hang onto your body as he watches you retreat. He’s glad that his fellow gang members aren’t here right now because they surely would tease him for being a pervert or something. But he just can’t help himself, his eyes greedily glide along your silhouette.
Bruno takes a sip of his wine, trying to cool down the hotness rushing through his body.
He orders his second glass and he’s not sure if he just flatters himself, but he’s pretty sure that you pay particular attention to him. Or maybe he’s just deluding himself.
When you walk towards him, his eyes cling to your waist and the way your trousers hug you so right. You look amazing; even when you’re stressed.
He breathes in your scent when you lean closer to him, basking in the feeling of your warmth.
The clang of the glass rudely rips him out of his thoughts.
Seems like you’re not only incredibly gorgeous but also incredibly clumsy.
The wine leaks over the table, staining the white tablecloth red and spilling all over his pants.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” The panic in your voice is palpable.
“Don’t worry,” he tries to soothe you.
He watches your eyes nervously flickering over the mess you made before they lock with his.
You look at him with so much gratitude because he doesn’t make a big scene. His heart flutters in his chest.
You quickly take ahold of a napkin, dabbing it on his trousers, trying to let the fabric soak up the liquid.
You’re so close, bending down, granting him an intimate look right on your cleavage. Bruno swallows hard, reluctantly averting his gaze.
He can barely hear you muttering your apologies. He just tries to stay calm, to think of anything other than your hand smoothing along his thigh, rubbing over his stained trousers.
The motion just makes a flood of sinful associations enter his mind. He can practically feel his face growing hot.
Abruptly he gets up. You look at him startled.
“Sorry did I-“
“I’m just going to clean myself up, no worries really,” he adds, unable to bear the way you gaze at him.
The stain is big, bright red, clearly noticeable on his white trousers. The soap and water he applies have no use in helping it whatsoever.
He doesn’t even care, his mind is somewhere else anyway.
Bruno just can’t get over the way you looked up at him, the lack of proximity you two found yourself in, and the way you were practically kneeling in front of him. He can only think about you doing other things in that position.
A long sigh escapes his mouth. He surrenders, stopping to take care of his stain. His head falls against the closed bathroom door and he allows himself to let his desires take hold of his body and mind.
His dick strains hard against his pants as he sees you in front of him again, kneeling, with those doe eyes peering up at him.
He frees his cock from the confinement of his pants, wrapping his hand tightly around his girth. Bruno hisses quietly, dragging his hand along his throbbing length, imagining it is your hand wrapped around him instead.
He visualizes your hand pumping into his swollen head, the way his cock would look so big in comparison. A low gasp drops from his lips as a bead of pre-cum drips down his shaft, easing the glide of his eager hand.
His head tips back against the door, thinking about you kneeling in front of him, looking up at him as your delicate hand strokes his cock.
The pace of his hurried hand increases, as he envisions you taking him into your mouth, softly sucking on his flushed tip, your eyes peering up at him obediently. He bites back a low whine.
He sees your beautiful face in front of him; your glowing face, your starry eyes, as you take all of him inside of your pretty mouth. His hands would thread through your hair, holding you, feeling the restriction of your tight throat. And then you would follow his guidance, bobbing your head just how he likes it.
Bruno groans quietly. “Just like that,” he mutters, pumping hurriedly into his swollen head.
He can clearly see you in his mind, those unbelievable eyes staring up at him, tears spilling over as he ruts into the wet, soft heat of your mouth. His hips involuntarily rut forward into his fist.
A low whine slips past his lips, which he has no control over. He practically feels your swollen lips wrapped around him.
His hips stutter forward into his hands, two, three times before he tips over the edge. His orgasm washes over him, his thighs tensing, breathing erratic.
Bucciaratti jerks through his orgasm, panting hard, imagining his dick pulsing in your mouth, his cum landing on your awaiting tongue as you swallow everything that he gives you.
Then he’d pull out, letting his hot spurts of cum land on your beautiful face, mixing in with your spit, dripping down your chin, your cheeks. He groans desperately, seeing your messy face, your lips parted, opening your mouth eagerly for him, glassy eyes staring up at him obediently as he paints your face white.
His fist pumps into his swollen tip until he hisses from the overstimulation. Only then he slowly opens his eyes, taking in his soiled hand.
This mess may compete with the one you spilled on his table.
Josuke Higashikata
Sometimes Josuke really has to wonder if you do it on purpose. Can you really be that unaware of your surroundings, this clueless?
It isn’t the first time he has watched you like this. Far from it actually.
Since you’ve moved into the house right next to his, you made a habit of getting undressed, late in the evening or night, your light illuminating the room, leaving little room for imagination.
You haven’t invested in any kind of curtains yet and your lucky neighbor hopes you never will.
It has kind of become a habit of his, watching you through his dark windows, careful that you don’t notice him. And you never do.
Josuke observes how you lose your sweater first, followed by the top you were wearing underneath. He sucks in a little breath when he notices that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. He can clearly see the outline of your bare breast, the way they softly jiggle as you throw the top somewhere.
Blood rushes down his body as his eyes greedily glide along your exposed upper body, your beautiful tits, your soft tummy, and your waist. He swallows against the dryness of his mouth, desperately hoping that one day he could be the one undressing you.
You open your jeans now, letting them plummet on the floor before stepping out of them. You bent over, picking them up to fold them away.
Fortunately for him, this gives him a perfect view of your ass. He can see your pussy through your panties, squished between those perfect asscheeks.
His heart beats violently against this ribcage, his blood running hot. He can feel it; the twitching of his hardened cock.
What he would give to bend you over like this himself, to pull those panties to the side. Josuke pulls down his pants, freeing his throbbing cock, wrapping his hand around his girth, because now his favorite part of your little routine comes; the instant he replays in his mind day and night.
You pull down your panties, carelessly tossing them on the floor, leaving your body completely bare. You observe your own reflection in the large mirror hanging on your wall. You let your fingers run through your hair, before they glide along your sides, your gaze following them, sliding along your body.
Josuke strokes his dick, his hungry eyes gliding along your silhouette, leaving no part unseen. You’re enticing. He could watch you like this forever.
But he can’t. You get your kimono, tieing it around your waist as you step out of the room, switching off the light.
Josuke sighs. He closes his eyes, still seeing your body in front of him.
He imagines his large hands gliding along your sides, feeling your soft skin under his, grabbing, kneading your flesh. He would cup your breasts, letting his thumbs circle your nipples until they harden under his touch.
What he would give to gaze deep into your eyes, pressing kisses along your throat, further down, sucking your nipples, hearing your voice bleeding into a soft moan.
His hand increases his pace as he imagines dropping to his knees, smoothing his palms along your hips, grabbing your ass.
A low whine rips past his chest as he thinks about your pretty pussy, right in front of his face.
He would worship you, his eager lips pressing feathery kisses onto your plush thighs before letting himself allow a taste of you. He just knows you would taste so good, letting his tongue glide along your folds, teasingly, before his tongue would draw tight circles on your sensitive clit.
Josuke imagines you bending in front of him, facing your floor-length mirror, as he slowly sinks into your sloppy pussy.
He would watch you, your reflection, the way your expression would change with each of his slow, deep thrusts, your face glowing as you watch yourself getting fucked by him. He knows you like to watch yourself.
He hurriedly pumps into his swollen tip, a bead of pre-cum rolling down his length, easing the glide of his eager hand.
Josuke can practically hear your voice, your whines, and the depraved sounds of pleasure, skin slapping against skin, the wet squelch of your pussy as you drip all over him. He would watch his large, slick cock split you open, again and again until he has your whole body trembling.
He imagines it's your pussy wrapped so tightly around his twitching cock, not his own hand, as he fucks into his fist. His hips involuntarily stutter forward into his hand before he tips over the edge.
He groans breathlessly, a string of curses leaving his lips as he jerks himself through his orgasm. His hot cum stains his hand, dripping down his shaft as he shallowly thrusts into his fist, riding out his high. He lets go of himself, panting as he comes down from his high.
Josuke will be there the next evening as well, waiting for you to give him his show.
Rohan Kishibe
Rohan observes you, he practically reads your face like a book - and this without the help of Heaven’s Door.
He hates you for your obvious expression. He really does.
You skim through his latest proposal for his manga, your delicate hands turning page after page as his green eyes hang onto your every expression.
You're strict with him and honest. Most people would probably appreciate it if their manga editor possessed such qualities. Rohan doesn’t. He hates getting told what to do. He knows he’s good. Everyone knows this. Everyone should.
Only you don’t seem to, often having suggestions or comments. He pretends like these aren’t helpful. He doesn’t want to give you the satisfaction.
Just like now, as you propose some suggestions, pointing out some inconsistencies in the story, he just listens, his eyes gazing into yours.
“How very helpful of you, I can really count on you, my love,” he hums, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
You bite back a smile, standing up from the seat behind your desk, and making your way to him. You stand behind him now, your hands resting on his shoulders. His muscle tense under your touch. You dip down, letting your hands glide along his chest, playfully so.
Rohan feels your breath on his neck and your heat on his skin, his nose filling up with your scent.
“Oh, you know me, always at your service,” you breathe into his ear before you retreat.
He composes himself, hurriedly standing up as well, saying goodbye to you as usual. He sees a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. He fully knows, that you just enjoyed baffling him. And he can’t seem to have anything to say, that would imply that he wasn’t.
The moment resurfaces in his mind throughout the remaining day.
He doesn’t know why meeting you always aggravates him so much. But this time you really were too much.
Late at night, when he’s lying in his bed, he really can’t seem to shake the memory of him. It’s like he can still feel your hot breath on his neck, your soft, inviting voice. He practically feels your hands smoothing along his chest.
Rohan desperately tries to ignore the way his dick twitches in his boxers. He has to tell himself that he doesn’t like you. Not one bit. Not at all. He tosses and turns, throwing his blanket away, and getting up to get himself some water.
It doesn’t help. He sits at the edge of his bed, looking down at his hardened cock showing through his boxers.
Every minute he doesn’t do anything, his longing for pleasure, for release, seems to heighten until he’s unable to hold back anymore.
Rohan tugs down his boxers, letting his cock spring into his grip. The first, slow drag of his palm along his length elicits him a gasp of relief. He lowers his gaze, watching as he drags his fist up and down his cock.
His mind is somewhere entirely else.
He thinks about you. About your hands on his chest, about your scent, about your sweet, honeyed voice.
He imagines you’re here in the room with him, that it was your hand that is dragging along his weeping length.
Rohan envisions you kneeling in front of him, your eyes peering up at him curiously before you wrap your plush lips around him. You’d look so good with hollowed cheeks and obedient eyes, bobbing your head.
“Just like that,” he mumbles. His grip grew a little tighter with each pump of his hand.
He visualizes his hand threading through your hair, pushing you to take more of him. He yearns to see tears spill from your eyes, he wants you to gag on his cock.
“Nothing to say now, huh?” He mumbles deliriously, lost in his fantasy.
He pretends it's your mouth and throat he’s fucking into, not his own hand. A breathless moan pulled from his chest, and another bead of pre-cum dripped down his cock to ease the glide of his hurried hand.
He can feel his impending orgasm, the way the knot in his stomach is twisting tighter and tighter with each harsh stroke of his hand.
A desperate groan falls from his mouth when he imagines your glassy eyes peering up at him. He envisions slipping his cock out of your mouth, and how you would loll out your tongue for him.
“You want that? Want me to cum all over that pretty face of yours, huh?” His voice is breathless, strained.
A low whine rips past his chest as he practically hears your whiny, desperate “Yes.”
He cums, a drawn-out moan of your name filling up the room, as his orgasm washes over him. His thighs tremble, his abdomen tensing as his hot cum paints his hand white.
He visualizes his spurts of cum landing on your tongue, dripping down your chin and lips, mixing in with your spit, imagining you swallowing, eagerly taking all that he gives you.
“Good girl,” he breathes, his chest heaving with his heavy pants.
Slowly he comes back into reality as his cock softens in his hand. His dick falls heavy against his thigh, as he observes the mess he made.
Rohan swallows, muttering to himself that he really does find you annoying. But he isn’t so sure if he can still believe this now.
Giorno Giovanna
Giorno leans against the rough bark of the tall birch, his long legs spread on the grass. He’s letting his eye wander, observing people walking their dogs, kids playing tag, and friend groups sitting in a circle on the green grass, beer in hand.
It fulfills him with contentment, with a certain tranquility when he sees all these people that are so happy, so careless, seeming so innocent and pure. He often comes here, clearing his mind, forgetting about all his duties and stress.
And as his gaze moves from one place to another he discovers you. As his eyes rest on you, he wonders how he could’ve been caught up in observing anything other. And now that he has seen you, how could he look away?
You’re sitting on a bench not far from him, a book in your delicate hands. Hair falls into your face, softly swaying in the breeze. He notices the corners of your eyes crinkling as you try to make out the sentences in the bright sunlight.
After a few minutes, it seems like you have given up, placing the book next to you on the bench. Your eyes fall close, soaking up the sun.
And Giorno just watches you; angling your face towards the sun, discarded book next to you, the soft breeze playing with your hair.
He doesn’t know why he can’t seem to tear his eyes away. It calms him in a way that is hard to describe, to see you comfortable in your skin, with no trace of stress or worry painted on your face, falling into the moment, appreciating it. It touches something deep within himself.
Giorno is mostly surrounded by hard, harsh people. Men that have killed, and will do so again.
It’s refreshing to look at you, it makes his skin feel warmer than the sun shining upon it.
He doesn’t know how to approach you, he’s not even sure if he should. He picks up a blade of grass, letting his stand metamorphose it into a butterfly.
The little insect reels through the air, heading for you.
You don’t notice it until it lands on the tip of your nose. Your eyes open languidly. They grow wider as they take in the butterfly right before them.
It takes off again, fluttering a few centimeters in front of your face. Giorno watches you laugh out of surprise, your smile shining brighter than the afternoon sun.
You stretch out your hand, the butterfly landing on your finger, sitting still. The wonder in your eyes as you observe it from up close makes his heart flutter, just like the butterfly’s wings. He’s entranced, his eyes hanging onto you until you go.
And when he is back in his home, after talking to some of his subordinates, after feeling the stress and his responsibility resting on his shoulders anew he wishes he could see you. To let his gaze travel along your features, to feel this tenderness washing over himself again.
He leans back in his chair behind his desk, picturing you. How your eyes widened in surprise upon gazing at the butterfly, how your delicate hand waved through the air, how your skin glowed in the sun.
Giorno can’t help wondering how soft your skin would feel against his lips, imagining kissing your shut eyes, pressing feathery kisses onto every centimeter of your face until his ears pick up your soft giggles. He would pull away, his nose nearly touching yours, his hands cradling your cheeks, watching the creases at the corner of your eyes deepening.
This is harmless. This is okay.
But his mind can’t stop running. He can’t stop his thoughts from wandering, from imagining himself pressing tender kisses along your jaw, your throat, along your breasts.
He thinks about taking your nipple into his mouth, softly sucking, noticing your breath deepening, his other hand kneading your other breast.
Giorno gulps, his blood rushing down his body. He imagines moving further down, a trail of kisses along your waist, your stomach, along your thighs.
His breath hitches, feeling his dick straining against his pants. He wonders how your pussy would look, how sweet you would taste, as his tongue laps at your folds.
His chest burns with desire, his cheeks hot as he just can’t shake these thoughts off.
Reluctantly, he gives in to his urges. He tugs down his pants and boxers, his hand wrapping around his hardened cock.
His head rests against his chair. His eyes drifted shut, to visualize you more clearly. He sees you in front of him, your unbelievable eyes staring up at him, slightly widening as he sinks into your wet pussy, his cock being encompassed by your warm, tight walls. A sigh drops from his lips.
His thumb swipes across his slit, collecting the bead of pre-cum that has gathered there. Slowly, he starts to drag his hand along his length, pumping into his swollen tip, before repeating the gesture. With each pass, his grip grows a little bit tighter, and his fantasies a little dirtier.
He imagines it's your pussy that is wrapped so tightly around his cock, not his own hand. He pictures your every expression, your eyes darkening, your cheeks burning, your plush lips dropping open, releasing sweet moans and whimpers.
Giorno wants to see you tremble, wants to see you fall apart underneath him, because of him. He mimics the slow and deliberate thrust with his hand, before increasing his pace. A drawn out, breathless moan escapes his parted lips.
He yearns to see the surprised look in your eyes, the little frown on your face, as he throws your legs over his shoulders, thrusting even deeper into you.
He would fuck you until you quiver underneath him, until your voice is hoarse until you can’t see straight, until you’re a mess, gushing all over his cock. He would fuck you until you’re satisfied.
Only then he’ll let himself succumb. A groan rips past his heaving chest as he imagines your pussy clenching down on him greedily, urging him to spill every drop of his hot cum deep within you.
With that thought in his mind, with him envisioning your sloppy pussy fluttering around his dick, he cums. A groan drops from his lips, his fist squeezing a little tighter, concentrating on his swollen tip as his orgasm washes over him.
He envisions himself buried deep inside of you, his cock throbbing with each rope of hot cum he fills you up with.
Shallowly he rides out his high, his body twitching helplessly as his ropes of creamy cum drip down his thick shaft and onto his hand, imagining your pussy milking him dry.
He’s breathless, his chest heaving with pants, as he lets go of himself. His gaze drops onto his soiled hand.
Giorno wonders how such a sweet and tender thing as you could lead him to do such lascivious things.
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NNN Day 11 with Bruno Bangnyfe
Pairing: Bruno Bangnyfe x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, videos, fingering, masturbation, teasing, night visits, mating press, dom!Bruno
A/N: When I saw him for the first time my first thought was that he was wild in bed.
You think you can get away with it? Sending him more and lewd videos every day and expect him not to snap? Not likely. He was on his way to fuck you, he really was but he had to pause at your window to watch you fingering yourself while calling his name.
Asking please, asking for cum, asking him to fuck you harder, curses falling from your lips as your hips bucked into your hand and you clung onto the sheets. You missed his taste so much you didn't question it when you felt his cock pushing into your inviting mouth.
"You looked like you wanted it so much, I just couldn't resist." Bruno pulled his mask of so he could grin down on you. "Why you stoppin'? Work that pussy, get it ready for me baby." You gagged around his cock as he adjusted on your bed, leaning over to have a better look. If he wanted a show you'll give him one.
Adding a third finger was the right move, Bruno started fucking your face faster, pushing his whole cock down your throat. "Got. Tired. Of. Waiting."
"Could tell, don't worry babygirl, lets make each other feel good tonight." Bruno pulled your hand from between your legs and replaced his cock with them, "You suck on those. I know you want it in multiple holes." He moved from the bed to take his pants off, then moved back between your legs that you put up on his shoulders on your own and pressed down. "Needy little thing. That drooling cunt is making such a mess. Needs to be plugged up doesn't it? Needs a big cock in it."
Bruno went in with just one perfect slide, You really didn't... to my videos? Made them just for you Bruno."
"They better be just for me." He growled possessively, his balls smacking against you hard, "And no. I didn't nut. Wanted to, fuck I thought my dick would explode. Thanks for the future jack off material though." He sought to show you his full appreciation by making your cunt ache from the force of his rutting. He pushed your legs up to your chest, his sharp teeth latching to your nipples as his cock hit and massaged your inner walls, making you practically scream. "Hits the spot doesn't it?"
You could only nod for him, already feeling yourself coming around his cock. Its only been 11 days but it felt like he went an eternity without you. No, he couldn't take it. He didn't want to think about not feeling the warmth of your cunt around his cock for that long or your horny juices flowing down his balls. Bruno savored every flutter around his pulsing cock, refusing to stop his hips for a second until he shot ropes of white cum into you.
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That Damn Café [MM4F, MM4NB, MM4GNC]
synopsis: bruno and abbacchio punish you after a gang meeting.
mdni 18+: polyamory, established relationship,(slight) daddy kink, degredation (abba), praise (bruno), brat taming, use of nicknames (pretty, baby, princess, girl, slut, whore, & bitch), dry humping, choking, slight voyeurism, fingering, edging, love bites, breast play, spit play, slight masturbation, cum play, cum eating, (implied) breeding, dumbification, face fucking, dacryphilia, reverse cowgirl, double penetration, over stimulation, rough sex, (i hope that’s all the tags😭)
pairing: bruno x abbacchio x reader (afab, fem presenting, non-binary[usage of they/them pronouns])
note: this is my first piece pls be nice😭. also, i was very horny making this cuz i hadn’t engaged in hankey pankey for like a WEEK cuz i was w/ family🥲 apologies for the filth, i need to touch grass.
word count: 2.9k
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the bucci gang meetings have just been WAAAAY to long today. i mean the meetings are usually this long, but there’s something about today that just took everyone out. the day’s almost over but y’all are still at this damn café and your mind is playing tricks on you. nirancia’s starting to seem like a genius, fugo’s being less violent today, mista’s dead silent, and girono’s just asleep at this point.
but bruno and abbacchio? they start looking a little tew fine. they’re already gorgeous, but it’s something about you being tired and bored out of your mind that’s letting explicit thoughts enter your mind about your beloved boyfriends. until of course you decide tht this meeting can get a little *spiced up*
sitting in the chair between the two men, you start getting a little more clingy. starting with abbacchio, you “mindlessly” put your hand on his upper, inner thigh, and lay your head on his shoulder. this sudden touch made him perk up and look down at you. “you okay bella?” he said with adoring eyes. “yea, i’m just a little tired, that’s all.” you say snuggling even more into him, with your hand moving farther up his thigh.
you could hear him start to breathe a little harder the closer ur hand got to his clothed buldge. your head was also closer to his neck now, so you took that to your advantage and placed a little peck there. nothing too serious, but enough for him to fully grasp what you were trying to do.
his face started to turn a little red, as he makes a little cough to keep his composure as you start to palm him through his clothes. “oh so you want to act like a slut today huh?” he says under his breath making sure no one can hear. he puts a firm grasp on your wrist and looks at you with a glare as you give him a devious smirk in response. then his eyes shift and look at bruno to give him a signal.
you knew you were done for when he gave bruno that look. being that bruno was in the middle of speaking to everyone (who is barely paying attention at this point), he gives you a glare as he finishes his sentence. suddenly, to your surprise, he wraps up his lecture. you knew it was gonna be a long night if bruno ended a meeting early, so you pull away from abbacchio and try your best to put on your “good girl” attitude for the ride home. but you knew you were fucked no matter how hard you tried to hide what you just did.
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at the house
when the whole gang got back to the house, everyone disbursed into their rooms to relax for the rest of the day. you made your way quickly to your room making sure to avoid eye contact with bruno or abba and get out of their *possible* reach.
making it successfully to your room, 10 mins pass, then 20 pass so you think your in the clear until you get a text on your phone from bruno
“come into my room princess.”
the first word tht came to mind was ‘shit!’ but then your realized… “ain’t this kinda what i wanted anyways?” so accepting your fate, you respond and make your way upstairs to bruno’s room.
when you get to the door, you knock and bruno greets you at the door. “ciao mia bella principessa”, he says. “hi baby!” you say nervous as hell with a slight tone of precaution in your voice.
“so what was going on in the café today?” he asks. still trying to be oblivious, you go ahead and say that you were tired, which isn’t entirely false, then say you were just “resting on abba’s shoulder” while looking up with puppy eyes at the 6’1 man in front of you.
“you wanna tell him what else you were doing?”
you jump at abba’s deep voice behind you, because you knew you got caught. but you finally got what you wanted. you sandwiched between your gorgeous 6’1 capo boyfriend and your hunk 6’2 ex-cop boyfriend.
“but i didn’t do anything!” you snap back in a bratty tone.
all the sudden, abbacchio closes the door behind you, leans his back against it and pulls your back into him with his hands on both sides of your hips. “so not only are you a whore, your a liar too is that right bella” he says as he presses his hard buldge into your ass. “if you didn’t do anything, why am i hard right now hmm?”
you immediately get turned on feeling him behind you. “i don’t know? maybe i’m just that irresistible that you get off on just the sight of me. something you’re to scared to admit baby” you say smiling back at him in a bratty tone but are immediately snatched of your talking rights when abba places a rough hand around your throat and forces you to face bruno.
“oh mia dolce bella ragazza, if you wanted to be fucked so bad you should’ve just said so. now we have to punish you principessa” bruno says while he walks towards you caging you in with abba still behind you. he lifts up your chin like he’s going to kiss you but goes right past and brings his lips to abbacchio’s. while you turn you head to watch the sultry scene before you, you massage bruno’s cock and continue to roll your hips on abba, all three of you letting out little moans.
as bruno pulls away, a string of saliva connects the two’s lips and they both give you a dangerous look. bruno saw the desperation in your eyes and pulled your mouth into his. as you two are sloppily making out, abbacchio releases his hand off your throat and pulls up your skirt to reveal your sopping wet, black, lace panties. a set both bruno and abba enjoyed seeing you get ruined in.
“already a mess for us after all that teasing huh? what if i just-“, and in one motion, abba moves your panties to the side and sticks two digits in, immediately rubbing your sweet spot from the inside while abusing your neck with marks.
you moaned into bruno’s mouth and he used that as access to push his tongue into your mouth as he brought his hands up your back to undo your terrible excuse for a shirt(those head scarf shirts that you tie in the back!).
“hmmmm” they both hum in unison at the sight of your bare breasts out. your nipples hardened by the cold air. bruno wastes no time in massaging them with both hands as he violates your mouth.
in your head you already learned your lesson. you’re already reaching your peak by bruno and abba stimulating everything at once mixed with the lewd noises of abba’s fingers moving in and out of your wet cunt, arousal dripping on the floor and down your leg already and the pretty moans escaping both of them.
abbacchio feels your walls pulsate, letting him know your about to cum then- “bruno, stop” abbacchio says.
you snap back, breathless and drunk off of your two boyfriends already. you cant even say anything but your needy eyes do all the talking.
“you look so beautiful like this princess-” bruno says taking a step back to admire you. “but dirty sluts like you don’t deserve to cum until we say so�� abba says as he takes his fingers out of you and shoves them down your throat, ordering you to suck his fingers clean.
Bruno then proceeds to walk over to the edge of his bed, still standing up he motions for you and abba to meet him. “get on your knees baby” he says. and you obliged looking up at him as he pets your head.
“since our pretty girl is being disrespectful today i think we should ruin that little throat of theirs so they can’t talk back. what do you think abbacchio?” he says still keeping eye contact with you and he grazes his thumb over your supple bottom lip.
“i agree. i think our pretty little bitch needs a punishment” abba replies looking down at you.
soon enough, you hear the click of both their belts and see their pants and briefs drop to their ankles along with the rest of their suits coming off and then pushing everything to the other side of the room.
not only were their bodies toned like greek gods, both your men were PACKING. Bruno on the longer side while abbacchio on the girthy side. nonetheless they both knew how to ruin you in more ways than one. bruno applies more pressure to your bottom lip, forcing your mouth to open up for him. he spits in your mouth “fuck you’re so pretty mama. can you swallow for me?” you don’t even hesitate and down his saliva with the quickness.
“look at the pretty little slut doing what their told” abbacchio says with his hands tangled in your hair, forcing you to look up at him. abbacchio spits but this time not for your mouth, it’s to add some slick for bruno’s cock while he pumps his length.
that scene had your mind going beserk. all you wanted to do now was make your two men feel good.
with the hand that’s in your hair, abbacchio aligns your mouth with bruno’s pink tip. you open your mouth slightly to try and tease bruno a little, but abba continues to push until the entire shaft isn’t even visible, making you choke. tears leave your ducts and bruno let’s out a moan from the warm sensation of you wrapped around him. “fuuuuck baby you feel so good” he moans and you hum while his length is inside you, stimulating him.
bruno and abba are enamored by how pretty you look beneath them like this. you stay still for a while until abba starts to bob your head back and forth on bruno’s cock, the sight making abbacchio’s member stiffen up even more. “why don’t you put those pretty hands to work baby?” abbacchio says while bruno is lost in pleasure.
hearing your side conversation, bruno takes it upon himself to slick up abbacchio for you. after he spits on his cock, you bring your hand up to pump abbacchio’s member.
“you’re so needy pumping us both at once. letting us use you like a dirty fucking sex toy. huh bella,” abbacchio moans out. just you doing this much is enough for them to want to reward you for being such a good girl for them and taking your punishment so well.
bruno uses his free hands to pull abbacchio into another kiss. this one is even better than before. you get to see your boyfriends moaning into each other’s mouths with each sloppy kiss as you pleasure them.
there’s so many noises going on. the lewd noises of your mouth taking bruno in and the wet noises of abbacchio’s precum being spread all over him. to the high pitched moans coming from all three of you. any outsider would be touching themselves just from the beautiful sounds you all are making.
this sight lasts a few more moments until bruno feels his release starting to come on. he pulls away from the kiss with abba and has both hands on the back of your head. bobbing ur head up and down, fast, using your mouth like a flesh light. “princepessa i’m gonna fucking cum down that slutty throat of yours and you’re gonna swallow every last drop. alright baby” he says as he’s charging into you back and forth. all you could do is let out a “mmmmm” in response and soon you feel his hot release coat your throat after a few more strokes.
in the meantime, abbacchio takes in this sight by pumping his own length since bruno took you over. watching his gorgeous slut of a partner take his pretty boyfriend in like that was enough to send him over the edge as he touched himself.
bruno released his length from your mouth “such a good bella ragazza” he moaned as he rubbed his cock all over you lips. bruno then brought you up to take in the taste of him on your tongue and it was blissful. when he finished tasting you, he finally sat down on the edge of the bed, taking off your skirt and lace panties, and placed you in his lap so that you could face abbacchio while also pinning your hands behind your back.
“mmm baby you thought your punishment was over? it’s daddy’s turn to fuck that abused throat now” abbacchio coos.
“t-too m-much” you whine barely able to speak.
“aww pretty baby’s so dickmatized, that they’re too dumb to form a sentence.” abbacchio says with a smirk and bruno lets out a little chuckle. “but since you’ve been taking your punishment so well, we just might reward you principessa, bruno says while layering kisses on your neck and collar bone.
still pumping himself, abbacchio gets closer to you and inserts himself into your mouth making your throat go through round two. like bruno, abbacchio abused your throat thrusting in and out till tears sent your mascara running down your face. this time tho abbacchio had an idea. when he felt like he was close he took himself out.
bruno let’s go of your hands behind your back and widens your legs so your feet are planted on the bed and your glistening pussy is on display. he then grabs ahold of your waist.
“instead of cumming in your throat i wanna cum on that slutty little pussy of yours.” abbacchio states as he pumps himself. he then aligns his cock with your pussy and rubs his dick up and down your folds. making you squirm in bruno’s hands. the sensation of abba’s tip brushing against your clit. almost made you go brain dead at that point. your creamy juices coating his cock as he moves up and down, moaning with every movement, until finally abba’s thick white substance spurts everywhere. on your stomach, breasts, and most importantly your pretty pussy. the cumin that didn’t land on your heat, was wiped off with your free hand which you then brought to your mouth, and licked clean all while keeping eye contact.
“you’re gonna drive me insane baby. i think our pretty little bitch deserves to be rewarded now dont’cha think capo?” he says rubbing his cum in.
“oh they definitely get to cum now” bruno says in your ear. he then uses one hand to make circles around your throbbing cunt. “but before you do, you have to beg for it mama” he says
“c-capo p-please i-i need y-you b-both to fill m-me up” you say with desperation in your hoarse throat.
“goddamn, you’re so perfect baby even with a hoarse throat” bruno coos behind you.
lifting you up by your waist, bruno coats his dick in yours and abba’s juices by rubbing against your folds for lube, aligns himself with your back door and seats you back down on his lap. the beautiful noises you let out make bruno shower you in kisses while abbacchio comes up and aligns himself with your front entrance. another lewd moan escapes your lips as you feel both your boyfriends inside of you at the same time. stretching your tight holes out.
you don’t even know words anymore, you can only make sounds as bruno and abbacchio move in and out of you in unison, hitting every sweet spot you could’ve had in mind. the pain mixed with pleasure was just the thing you wanted since the beginning of the day.
loud moans from you and your men filling up the room as you three all feel each other at once. the slapping noises of your ass hitting bruno’s lap and abbacchio slamming into you at the same time.
“looks like one little thing’s missing some attention” abba notices how pretty and lonely your clit looks and starts to rub circles with his thumb. this only intensified the feeling for you. this whole thing started off as punishment and ended up with your men making you cum the hardest you ever had. your juices started to mix with theirs, creamy rings forming around the base of both of their cocks. that pit in your stomach was getting bigger and bigger.
grunts, groans, and moans filling the air making you reach your release. “c-cumming p-please” you attempt to say.
“cum on us beautiful while we fill up ur holes”
“that’s right baby. your little pussy is so perfect”
“cum b-baby. c’mon” they say back and forth until all three at the same time make loud noises that fill up the room. everyone riding out their highs with each other.
finally everything’s calmed down. heavy breathing from the three of you fills the room as you all snap back to reality. you all are sprawled out on top of each other. cuddling and kissing each other until you all finally fall asleep from being tired. all because of that meeting at that damn café.
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tags: @darwh on deviantart
#bruno bucciarati#abbacchio leone#bruno x reader#abbacchio x reader#bruno x abbacchio x reader#bruabba x reader#bruno smut#bruno bucciarati smut#abbacchio smut#jjba#jjba part 5#jjba smut#bucciarati gang#bruabba smut
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Hotel room
character: Bruno Bucciarati
warnings: explicit content
summary: You hate being left alone, unable to keep your mind from wondering, so Bruno decides to keep you company.
a/n: i apologize if it's absolutely terrible, I'm asexual 💀💀
You had just finished a simple mission given to you by the boss, now sitting in a cold, empty hotel room; was there nothing fun to do?
Tick, Tock. Tick, Tock.
Laying back on your bed, you let out a huge sigh.
Tick, Tock. Tick, Tock.
The silence felt foreign to you, as you always had at least one of the other members with you, but privacy, Bruno absolutely insisted.
Tick, Tock. Tick, Tock.
It felt like the time was moving slowly on purpose, teasing your inability to stay alone. You've always struggled with it, as the silence always ended up making you overthink, filling your mind to the brim.
Tick, Tock. Tick, To-
Slamming the door wide open, a tall man walked into your room, looking your way and smiling softly at you.
It was Bruno.
You've told him multiple times that you couldn't stay alone, that you couldn't stand to be left with only your thoughts to keep you company, so he always tried to make sure he, or any other member, was with you at all times.
Unknowingly, you let out a sigh of relief as he closes the door behind him, moving to sit next to you on the bed.
He sat facing you, grabbing your hand as his blue eyes pierced through yours.
"Where you by yourself for long?"
You shake you head slightly, it's only been a couple of minutes, but it felt like an eternity.
He smiled again at your response, humming slighty in acknowledgement.
Noticing your hand was still in his, you try to move back to lengthen the gap between you.
Any efforts seemed useless as Bruno gripped your hand tighter, watching your reaction as he did so.
You could feel his eyes scanning every inch of your face, before trailing down the rest of your body, drinking your image up as if you were the finest piece of art he had ever seen.
You couldn't take it anymore, your skin felt like it was on fire, so you decided to take the initiative.
Looking up at him, you met his gaze with half-lidded eyes, staring at him through your lashes.
His eyes were swarming with desire and lust, watching you as you tried to 'hint' what you wanted at him.
A small chuckle emitted from his lips as he stared.
"What's up, hm?" Bruno questioned teasingly, looking at you expectantly.
Your face turned red with embarrassment as you look down a bit.
"I can't help you if you don't tell me what you want, now what is it baby? "
The nickname flips something in you, as you look him in the eyes again, before letting out a sentence that was barely above a whisper.
"I need you."
At this, he leaned towards you, pressing you down against the cold bed while he positioned himself to be on top.
"See, that wasn't so hard was it?"
Before you could reply, his lips were on yours, pressing down harshly as you kissed him back, trying to keep up.
He bit your lip, begging for entrance, that you granted him, and once you did, his tongue covered every surface of your mouth, trying to memorize every detail.
He pulls back slightly, speaking against your lips.
"You don't know how long I've waited to do this."
And in an instant, his lips were pressing against yours again, with his hands trailing under your shirt.
He swiftly pulled your shirt over your head, before tugging at tour bra slightly.
Once your breasts were free from the material cage, he looked down at them before swiping his tongue against his bottom lip.
He placed a hand on one of your breasts, moulding it in his hand, rolling the bud between his thumb and forefinger. He started at your face while he did so, watching as your face contorted.
As you bit your lip to supress a moan, he lifted his other hand, pressing down on your cheeks to stop you from doing so as he tutted at you.
He attached his lips onto the other breast, sucking on your nipple and coating you with his saliva.
You moaned at his actions, causing him to smile against your skin, and lower the hand that was on your face to rest against your waist.
detaching himself away from your mound, Bruno starts to trail kisses down your torso, sucking harshly when he got to your lower stomach.
He was on his knees off the bed by now, looking up at you with a sultry look in his eyes, watching you squirm underneath his touch.
"What do you want baby?" he questioned again, tapping against your clothed core with one of his fingers.
A whimper left your mouth in response, unable to voice your needs.
He clicked his tongue, before taking off your shorts and panties with one swift motion.
You let out a gasp at the sudden cold feeling, feeling exposed as you try to shut your legs.
However, you couldn't as the taller man positioned himself between your legs, hands under them, while he lay his head against your thigh, right by your entrance.
"Will you tell me what you want now? Hm?"
You could feel his hot breath against your skin as his hands massaged your fleshy thighs.
He blows cold air onto your clit, enticing a whine out of you as you finally give in.
"I need your mouth pleasee" the end of your sentence trailed off as he licks a stripe up your core.
"Is this all for me?" he says, gathering up your wetness on his tongue as his cock strained against his pants.
Bruno drags his tongue along your pussy, loving the moans that his actions coax out of you, before pressing his tongue deep inside of you.
You arch your back at the sudden movement, gripping his hair in your hands as he continues to thrust his tongue in and out of you, rubbing his thick muscle against your velvety walls, while his nose was pressed against your clit.
You moan shamelessly, knowing your voice probably resonated through the entire hotel as he continued to thrust his tongue into your swollen pussy lips.
He leans back, spreading your lips with one of his hands before licking a stripe again, then speaking against you.
"Such a pretty pussy, and only for me" the feeling of him speaking into you caused you to shiver as you scream out his name, gripping his hair tighter while pushing his face against you.
You harshly clench down on his tongue, letting both him and you know that you were close.
Grinding against him mouth, your legs began to shake as they tried to close around his head, but he harshly pinned you legs down against the bed as he ate you out like a starved man.
Bruno looks up at you, watching as you whined and moaned under his touch.
"Cum for me baby."
His words caused you to clench down on his tongue again, before you orgasm into his mouth, chanting his name as yout head spun from the pleasure.
Drinking up all your juices, he lifts himself up, the lower half of his face covered in your slick.
His hands caress your thighs as he watches you try to catch your breath.
"I'm not done with you yet."
#bruno bucciarati#jjba#bruno bucciarati smut#jjba bruno#bruno smut#jjba bruno smut#bruno x reader#part 2?
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for the don’t stand so close to me series: the reader and bruno haven’t had the chance to do anything for a couple of weeks, and after seeing bruno with his hair tied back and shirt undone one button more than usual, she snaps and drags bruno into a supply closet and gives bruno a blowjob (maybe a sprinkle of dom!reader if you’re comfy with it)
Don’t Stand So Close To Me (18+)
(Part 12)
Teacher!Bruno Madrigal x Student!Fem!Reader
Modern Day!Imagine
Non-Magic AU
Summary: Reader giving Bruno head, lol, just the request
Warnings: Swearing, Agegap, inappropriate thoughts, teacher/student (STUDENT IS OF AGE)
Word Count: 983
Italics will mostly be his direct thoughts, his imagination
Author Note: Hello everyone, I've been away for so long and I do apologise for that. I've just been super stressed out this year with just life and everything that comes with it so I've been very absent from Tumblr and writing so I'm sorry for that but I will try to write more, probably not as frequently but here and there when I can, thank you for everyone for checking in on me and being patient, I really appreciate it :))
Don't Stand So Close To Me (Masterlist)
(Part 11) >(Part 12)< (Part 13)
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Bruno POV
Today was a rather hot day. The sun was beaming through the windows, heating up the entire room. There were no air conditioners in my class so I tried opening windows and doors to create ventilation. It was bearable but not preferable. My last class of the day was just before lunch and had my darling lover in it. I smiled at her as she walked in and made her way to her seat closer to the back.
30 minutes in, the class began to heat up again, more than I could handle. I pushed my chair out a bit to get better access to my draw on the side of my table. I open the top drawer and pull out a hair tie I knew I had when Y/N last left one here. Pulling back the majority of my hair, I tied it up in a small ponytail to keep it out of the way of my face. Unbuttoning the cuffs of my sleeves, I folded them up, exposing my forearms to the air.
After another 10 minutes, not even that was enough. I looked up from my desk to see everyone hard at work. Well, almost everyone. She, as usual, was staring at me, lost in thought. I chuckled to myself.
No wonder you always need help catching up.
I looked back down at the work in front of me and unbuttoned the first two of my shirt buttons, enough not to be classified as inappropriate.
I couldn’t help but think about the last time I spent time with my darling Amor.
At least a couple of weeks since we had some quality time together.
I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about the sounds she made when I eat her out. Every little twitch her body made at the small touches I gave her. The moments when she’d wrap her legs around my head as she would orgasm and release sweet sweet juices into my mouth.
Fuck.
I didn’t even have to look down to know how hard I was at that moment.
In class too.
It was as if someone from the heavens above heard my woes because people had already started packing up for the end of class.
Well, time to go home and sort out my problem.
As I was halfway down the hall to leave, my name was called out.
“Mr. Madrigal!”
“Y/N?”
She was jogging down the hall to me.
“Could you come with me, quickly?” she asked, slightly out of breath.
“Of course.”
We didn’t go that far before she pushed me through a door, into a supply closet filled with things like stationary and books.
I had no time to think about what was going on before her lips were on mine. Obviously enjoying the situation, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her against my body.
“What are you doing, don’t you have another class?” I asked as she made her way down to kiss my throat.
“Not for another hour.”
She wasted no time ripping open my shirt, pressing hot kisses to my chest and down.
“You looked so good in class today, I can’t stop myself,” she said, breathlessly, unbuttoning my pants.
“Your hair, your arms, your chest,” she released my cock from my underwear, “you are so perfect.”
She licked the tip slowly, coating it in her salvia and the view alone made me almost collapse if it wasn’t for the shelf behind me for support. She moved her hand slowly along the side of my shaft, swirling her tongue around the red head of my cock.
“Fuck!” I dropped my head back, closing my eyes.
I felt it as she slowly pushed the rest of my cock into her mouth, coating the entire thing in her saliva. I grabbed the back of her head, not necessarily pushing it further in, just giving me something to hold onto.
She finally released herself from my cock, pumping her hands up and down my dick while looking up at me, proud.
“Does it feel good, sir?” she asked, already knowing the answer.
“It feels amazing,” I whimpered.
A smirk rose up her face and she proceeded to put my cock back in her mouth. I had trouble keeping my eye open, so I let them fall close and rested my head against the wall behind me.
I don’t know how much longer I can last.
She had obviously known I was close too because of the way I tensed up under her. I could feel the cockiness radiating off her as she bobbed her head faster. I had to bite down on my hand just so I wouldn’t scream out.
“F-fuck,” I groaned into my hand.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I spilt my hot cum down her throat, trying not to collapse from my weak legs. She stroked her tongue along my cock a couple more times before pulling it out. I hadn’t even noticed she had swallowed it. As she stood up, I pulled her in by the back of her head, giving her a passionate kiss. I felt her smile as she reciprocated the kiss.
She pulled back, “well! Better get to my next class!”
She grabbed her bag off the ground, hoisting it onto her back.
“Wait- what? B-but what about you? I can’t just leave you without!” I said pushing myself off the wall.
She turned to smile back at me.
“You don’t need to worry about me, sir. I better get to class though, bye!” she waved before leaving the closet.
“Wai-” the door shut.
Damn.
Knowing I had no other classes for the rest of the day, I just slouched against the wall, sliding to sit on the floor. Still quite tired and out of breath, I closed my eyes and sat there for a while.
That girl is a wonder.
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Author Note: Thank you so much for reading, again sorry for the absence, I hope you enjoyed it. If you'd like to join the taglist, feel free to just leave a comment. :)
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The Training of Bruno Madrigal Shorts/Oneshots (Standalone scenes that take place in the same universe as the main fic)
Bruno the Music Fan (short) - Adriana nudges Bruno to flirt with his favorite singer. Adriana’s POV. SFW.
Period Sex (short) - Bruno takes care of Adriana. Bruno’s POV. NSFW. CW: Very gentle dom!Bruno, vaginal fingering, menstruation
Touch Yourself for Me (short) - Adriana asks Bruno to put on a show for her. Bruno’s POV. NSFW. CW: Male masturbation, oral sex.
Bruno's New Underpants (short) - Bruno shows off his tight new briefs for Adriana. Adriana's POV. NSFW. CW: sub!Bruno, femdom, exhibitionism
Out of His Mind with Need (short) - Adriana binds up Bruno in a sleep slack and edges him until he has an out-of-body experience. NSFW. CW: sub!Bruno, bound and gagged Bruno, face obstruction, edging, orgasm control, orgasm denial, praise kink.
Arcilla AU
Collab with @rinnysega
Meet Owsaldo (Ozzy) and Ms. Colombia (short) - Get to know this fashionable, sweet man and his pet macaw. They both just arrived as refugees to the encanto. SFW.
In the Sashes (short) - Ozzy and Gus make love. NSFW. Link includes NSFW illustration. CW: anal sex
Stuck In Bed All Day (short). - Ozzy throws his back out building a wall for Gus's garden and Gus fusses over him. SFW. CW: Mentions of back pain.
Facepainting (short). - Gus, skilled painter that he is, paints Ozzy's face for a festival. SFW.
Gus and Ozzy Go to the Library. (short) - Gus finds a salacious book and nudges Ozzy to read it. SFW but with spicy elements. CW: Mentions of flogging, description of an erotic illustration.
Cologne (pair of shorts) - Gus and Ozzy think of each other dreamily after a date. One was written by @rinnysega, and one was written by me. SFW.
Dirt Stew (short) - Ozzy tells his sister and niece about his date with Gus. SFW.
Making Love (short) More lovemaking. NSFW. Link includes NSFW illustration. CW: Anal sex.
Bruno x Reader
Bruno Doms You in a Church (short) - The title says it all. AFAB reader. NSFW. CW: dom!Bruno, rough sex, blasphemy/religious kink, some overtones of CNC
The Coming Storm - Bruno in the omegaverse. AMAB reader. NSFW. CW: a/b/o dynamics, mating cycles/in heat, penetrative sex, multiple male orgasms
Summer Camp AU
(Not all OCs are my own. Their creators are tagged in works.)
The Boathouse (short) - Bruno, Paola, and Hernando get up to some mischief. NSFW. CW: MMF threesome
Bunkbeds After Dark (short) - Fellas, is it gay to jerk off with your bunkmate? NSFW. CW: Male masturbation
Miscellaneous
(OCs not my own)
Prophetic Hijinks Bruno Has a Breeding Kink - (short). Bruno and Elena of the Prophetic Hijinks comics explore Bruno's nascent breeding kink. NSFW. CW: Breeding kink, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering.
Our Flag Means Death
The Room Upstairs - Frenchie x F!Reader. Frenchie gets handcuffed and gently spanked. NSFW. CW: bondage, spanking, hand job.
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lain’s masterlist
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> minors DNI
> i rarely proofread so please message me if you see any errors lol
> characters do not belong to me <3 but this is my writing! do not repost, please
> comments/likes/reblogs r ENCOURAGED and highly appreciated!! nothing makes me happier than seeing who’s enjoying my work! if u super enjoy something pls don’t be shy and let me know :’)
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❤️ = fluff
🔥 = smut
🌙 = angst
✨ = "other” (either platonic, or v flirty, or a mix of the previous three.., depends on the fic LOL)
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DC
> Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham)
✧ Series ✧
Pining
— You love going to Oswald’s club...usually with dates. After a rather gruesome date one night, you start going alone, hitting it off with Oswald. One night, the two of you drink alone together, and get it all out in the open...you’ve both been lusting for the other, and you decide to do something about it.
Part 1 ❤️
Part 2 ❤️ ✨
Part 3 🔥
Gotham Blues
— You and Oswald meet when you both work for Fish Mooney, and you form a close relationship. Because Gotham is...Gotham, you end up separated from one another. When you find him again, he sends you away unexpectedly. Even though he broke your heart, you hold out hope, and you get a little possessive of him. In part two, Oswald gets possessive, too.
Part 1 🌙
Part 2 🔥🌙
Looking Out for You
— Oswald shows up at Fish Mooney’s as her new umbrella/errand boy, and you want to show him the ropes of the club. He seems to be finding it difficult to adjust, but you promise to look out for him while he finds his way.
Part 1 ✨
Part 2 🌙 ✨
{♥ still in progress ♥}
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༺♥ Drabbles/Oneshots ♥༻
Drunk!Oswald (oneshot)
— Oz comes home from the club drunk, you take care of him <3
link ❤️
Drunk!Reader (oneshot)
— Oswald convinces you to come to his club, and sends Victor Zsasz to pick you up. You get wasted trying to keep up with Zsasz’s drinking, and Oswald helps you out.
link ❤️
“Pawn Shop Blues” angst (drabble)
— When Oswald unexpectedly goes back to Arkham, you wait for him to make a big move and break out again. You wait...and wait...and wait. Eventually, you have to sell some old gifts just to get by. (Based on some lyrics from Pawn Shop Blues by LDR)
link 🌙
New Uniform (drabble)
— For some reason, Oz got you a new “uniform” for the club, but it’s...less than professional. You eventually pry out of him why he wants you to wear this.
link ✨
Love is Weakness (drabble)
— Oswald has been home less and less. Finally, you confront him about it, and he breaks down in front of you.
link 🌙
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Disney
> Bruno Madrigal (Encanto)
✧ Series ✧
Modern!Encanto AU
— You don’t have the heart to tell your best friends, Isabela and Dolores, that you’re hooking up with their uncle. In an effort to get his attention, you end up making Bruno jealous, even sort of angry...he decides to teach you a lesson.
Part 1 🌙 ✨
Part 2 🔥
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༺♥ Drabbles/Oneshots ♥༻
Sick!Reader (drabble)
— You’ve been ill for a while. Bruno takes care of you, but sometimes, you want to decide what’s best for yourself.
link ❤️✨
Every Man Gets His Wish (oneshot)
— Bruno finds it hard to tell you how he feels, so he spoils you with gifts instead.
link ❤️✨
Be My Daddy (oneshot)
— Set in modern NYC, you meet Bruno on a rough day. He takes you on a date, and you quickly realize that he’s filthy rich. (Mostly platonic, flirty)
link ✨
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Naruto
> Rock Lee (Naruto: Shippuden)
✧ Series ✧
All These Years (discontinued)
— Available to read on Wattpad. You fall for Rock Lee after he helps you out of a tough situation. Mostly fluff, eventual smut in the last chapter I wrote!
link ❤️🌙🔥
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I know this is basically a Obey Me! fan page, but someone needs to write a Bruno from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure smut NOW.
I need like Bruno fucking the shit out of me and getting his sweat all over my body type shit.
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i need bruno 2 sit on my face so bad hes so used to control n he thinks he’s still got it until he’s squirming nd moaning on yr tongue ….
didn't know if you wanted amab or afab Bruno but I wrote with him being afab in mind + warning that reader gets called 'good boy' once in the beginning & that afab terms are used for Bruno's genitalia
When Bruno lowers himself down onto your face, he's confident, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear and muttering commands into the air, whispering a hoarse "good boy" when you finally push your tongue into him.
You unravel him with your mouth and groan into his pussy when he pulls on the roots of your hair and his thighs tighten around your head, hips rolling to ride your tongue like he imagines it's your cock.
After he comes with his fingers pressed against his sensitive clit, his chest heaves and his thighs shake lightly. He shifts his weight to lift himself up but you pull him back down with your hands on his tan thighs and your unrelenting tongue lapping at his sopping folds.
He questions you with a short laugh and puts on an air of confidence you know won't last, "oh?"
You wrap your arms around his thighs and Bruno doesn't get the chance to say much else before pleasure starts to drown out his assertiveness. His hips wiggle and his hands grab onto anything in reach to pull himself back into reality.
A sound you rarely hear from him tumbles out, an almost-whiney, low noise. He never anticipated losing himself so soon and so easily after one orgasm. He's lost control of the way his body moves and the sounds that leave him and, as long as you keep him blissed-out and squirming on your tongue, he won't be able to gain it back. And you both know well that he won't complain.
#incculum works#bruno bucciarati#top male reader#top reader#dom male reader#dom reader#jjba x male reader#jjba x reader#sub jjba#jjba smut#bruno buccellati#bruno bucellati x reader#male reader#x male reader#sub character#bottom character
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Calling All My Lovelies
Felix Catton x f!Reader
My fic masterlist
Summary: AU where Saltburn's ending never happened. Felix lived happily up to 2017 (and on), where he happened to meet you. Meaning he is around 29-30 here.
Featuring the song "Calling All My Lovelies" by Bruno Mars
Also mentioning songs like "24K Magic" and "Too Good to Say Goodbye" by Bruno Mars, you can listen to them or even the whole "24K Magic" album for the right mood and atmosphere ❤️
Tags: fluffy angst, AU.
Warnings: mentions of sex, kinda?cheating, relationship misconception.
Word Count: 2,7K
Felix's London apartment was luxurious. Of course, it wasn't Saltburn, but there was a lot to see and be impressed by here too. Especially the view of the Thames, which was strewn on both sides with many lights of the most beautiful sights of the UK capital. Felix and all his guests found the lights especially bright in winter, as on this late February evening.
Especially the girls. Each of those whom he brought here stopped in awe at the huge panoramic windows and looked at the views almost from the height of the flight of a city bird. If before that they had somehow not been one hundred percent fascinated by Felix and his lifestyle, then this luxurious apartment was always the final charming argument.
Y/N was no exception.
When he brought you to his place after a fun evening full of alcohol, it seems that you looked at the views of the city more closely than anyone else and even managed to point out to him some new places from afar, which he did not pay much attention to or did not know what exactly these places were.
Felix smiled warmly - he would love to admire the view of the city with you, preferably standing in an embrace. But then he wasn't interested much of it back then, rather in something else. When he returned from the kitchen with a bottle of expensive alcohol and two glasses, you barely had time to taste the drink, as you merged again in a passionate kiss, which flowed into an even more passionate night. One of the best for both of you, and oh how he would like to repeat it.
But you weren't here right now.
There was no one but Felix himself, this evening was also full of alcohol, but there was little fun in it.
And all because you misunderstood each other. Very much.
When he brought you to his house from the club that day, he didn't think that you would take it all so seriously. Kate didn't take it in. Therefore, from her friend (or whoever you were to her, or maybe you didn't communicate that close? After all, if Felix had to think about it, it was the first time he saw you there with her…) he expected the same understanding.
You had a great time at the club, and then a night at Felix's apartment. Then you started to chat online a lot, went for a brunch and for a walk in the park, where you talked for a long, long time, cheerfully chatting about everything in the world. Well, except for discussing relationships. Then another night together, no less, if not more wonderful than that the previous one. Then another brunch. And after that… You had a lot of work and things to do, while Felix had a lot of free time and his own needs.
When you found out from Kate that he had slept with a couple of girls during that time (not with Kate herself, though they stopped sleeping not so long ago), you were crushed.
And she just shrugged her shoulders and said that you should have known or guessed that Felix lives in a free relationship mode.
You didn't know. Or you didn't want to know. And the main thing was that you thought that something special was going on between the two of you, you saw it in Felix's eyes, felt the distinct warmth of his touch and a certain special thrill overall. The way you talked to each other. It wasn't just sex or an empty mindless flirt, even if the beginning of your relationship was very fast and passionate. It was all felt even after two nights and many days, evenings and nights of mutual texting and calls.
Anyway, you didn't discuss otherwise. That was the whole point. And so, when, after things suddenly got clear, you received another usual message from Felix, you ignored it for a long time, unable to respond, being numb with pain, indignation and shame. You still was processing it and didn't believe to the end (that it would happened or that you were such a fool, you weren't sure yourself, probably both). Then, after a few more of his messages, you somehow pulled yourself together and answered all of them at once, quite briefly and dryly.
After some dialogue in this manner, Felix realized that there was clearly something wrong. He started asking what was the matter, to which you answered him:
You didn't answer. Felix called. So, roughly in ten minutes of a phone conversation, you found out in raised tones that he "doesn't owe you anything nor didn't promise anything" that you "are fine as you are now, why complicate everything" and that "please, let's keep seeing each other, it doesn't mean anything special" was a real argument to him.
"As if you don't know yourself."
"Explain?"
"I don't want to, I'm not in the mood to talk to you right now. If ever at all."
"???"
You shouted into the phone "No, if you don't want to complicate things, then I do, I'm sorry! More precisely, I wanted to. I thought we were serious.… Maybe... it seemed all... special. That's it, look, I... I don't want to talk any longer. And don't call me anymore, okay?"
And so, one day had passed, then two and three. And now the fourth day was already ending, turning into the fifth. You really didn't pick up the phone anymore and didn't respond to his messages, which were getting fewer and fewer every day.
But Felix had more and more thoughts in his head instead. He has almost passed all the stages of acceptance these days:
denial - "no, it's nothing, she's going to be mad a bit and come back to me";
anger - "not coming back? Well, fuck her!";
bargaining - "please, Y/N, answer my messages already...";
depression - "have I really lost touch with her forever?..".
Except for the acceptance itself, of course. And besides the fact that he was returning to all these stages randomly from time to time.
He really did not understand, he was not used to the fact that a girl could take a relationship with him that seriously, especially so immediately. Okay, these infatuations at school and even sometimes at university, when people fell head over heels in love with him, romanticizing him without really knowing him, but now? In the adult world, when everyone should understand the "rules of the game" and that no one seriously owes anyone anything until it is discussed. That was how Felix thought about it. And that was why it was so strange to him that it could hurt you so deeply.
He contemplated about it all the time and, to tell the truth, it even began to flatter him that someone could fall in love with him so much and take him that serious from the start. If he got everything correctly. Yes, at first it surprised him, then it worried him, then it flattered him, and after that... something inside him began to hurt unpleasantly?
He wasn't lying back then. These girl didn't mean a lot to him. But did this mean that Y/N did?..
His heart and mind began to fill with deep, complex feelings that he had not experienced for a long time and, to be honest, had not realized properly and processed in an adult way, being almost-thirty.
And Felix got scared. He was genuinely scared, that was why, first of all, he was pouring alcohol into himself all evening, inhaling lots of smoke as well.
And right now, he decided to brighten up his company not only with wine, champagne and cigarettes, but also with music. He chose Bruno Mars, whose new album he has listened to quite often since its release. Fancy stereo speakers filled his apartment with the loud sounds of "24K Magic".
Felix danced to the rhythm of the songs, sipping wine straight from the bottle. Now he tried to imagine that he was having fun in a club, and not alone in a dark empty apartment, and he almost succeeded in that.
That way Felix Catton decently lifted his mood along with the level of alcohol intoxication.
He skipped the song "Versace on the Floor" because he wasn't in the mood for slow romantic songs. But when "Calling All My Lovelies" started playing a little later, Felix was unable to switch it either.
He leaned back in one of the chairs, frowning and very intently listening through a decently tipsy consciousness to the lines of the song that had begun.
I got too many girls on hold for you to be so bold
Too many on my team for you to act so mean
"Oh, yeah. Exactly so," Felix thought.
You say you wanna go and have fun, well, you ain't the only one
If I ring, don't let it ring too long or I'm gone
"That's bloody right," he said aloud and nodded slightly several times, taking another sip of wine from the neck of the bottle.
I got Alicia waitin', Aisha waitin'
All the -eeshas waitin' on me
And also Stacey, Tracey, Macey, Lacey… Had he mentioned Tracey already? In general, all sorts of -aceys were waiting for him too, and not only them.
So why you contemplatin'? Playa hatin'?
If this is how it's gonna be
I'm callin' all my lovelies (Callin' all my lovelies)
'Cause I can't get a hold of you
At these words, Felix gripped the bottle so tightly that it almost broke under the force of his fingers squeezing it. It was definitely unpleasant for him to hear from Bruno Mars things that Felix was afraid to admit even to himself. He shook his head, closing his eyes. No, that was bullshit.
Since you ain't thinkin' of me (Since you ain't thinkin' of me)
Oh, look what you're makin' me do
Sharp breath. Closed eyes. Exhale.
Honey pie, I'm far too fly to be on standby
Sendin' me straight to voicemail, suga, what the hell? (What the hell?)
That was right! What the hell was all that? You ignored him too! How long had he been texting you and even calling you? Was that fair? Why should he run after you? He shouldn't.
Ooh, you ought to be ashamed, playin' these childish games
I don't get down like that, tell me where you're at, hit me back
Yes. Come and tell him that to his face. Oh, how he wanted you to be right in front of him now. Or didn't want to. No, he actually did. And not only to talk, getting things clear, but also to repeat the night like these… His imagination had already begun to draw pictures of how he would kiss you, undress you... and then… Your sensual moans echoed in his head. He almost felt your skin with his elictrified fingertips. And after that... no, no, stop.
Mmm, I got Alicia waitin', Aisha waitin'
All the -eeshas waitin' on me
"That's it, Bruno, you understand me, buddy! Felix mentally raised a bottle of wine as a toast and drank another sip to "them boys", to "free spirits".
So why you contemplatin'? Playa hatin'?
If this is how it's gonna be
He could have called any of the girls he mentally had listed. And everyone would come to him immediately or at least as soon as possible, doing everything Felix would have wished. Ha. How do you like that, Y/N?
But for some reason he didn't want to text to any of them, much less call them.
The only voice he wanted to hear right now was yours.
I'm callin' all my lovelies (Callin' all my lovelies)
'Cause I can't get a hold of you
Since you ain't thinkin' of me (Since you ain't thinkin' of me)
Oh, look what you're makin' me do
For the second time, he couldn't stand listening to these words. Abruptly and carelessly putting the bottle on the glass table and staggering decently, Felix wandered off to get his phone. It was time to call his not-even-ex-not-girlfriend. Catton-Jr. seemed to be listening to the dial tone more on purpose, just not to listen too closely to the words of the song that went on:
Pick up the phone, pick up the phone
'Cause all this lovin' needs a home, oh, yeah
Oh, no, look at what you started, baby
Now, I'm left here brokenhearted, baby
"Pick up the phone, yes, pick up the phone, come on," he repeated, tapping his foot. The phone dropped the call after a short time, and the guy dialed for the second, then the third time and…
There's a pain in my chest, I cannot explain
I told myself I wasn't gon' cry (Oh, not gonna cry, no, no)
But somebody's gotta come dry these eyes 'cause (Dry these, ah, 'cause)
The dial tone beeps continued. Felix studied London at night under their measured rhythm. His favorite activity was to peer at passing boats and ships of various sizes, models and speed, as well as trying to count their number. He often got distracted, but still loved it.
So, he didn't notice that the beeps from the real phone had flowed into the beeps from the song. In "Calling All My Lovelies" Bruno's imaginary crush was a famous actress. Her voice "responded" in lively yet sensual tone:
Hi, you've reached Halle Berry. Sorry I can't get to the phone right now
But if you leave your name and number, I'll get right back to you *mwah*
Damn... (Bruno Mars' voice hissed back with increasing echoes and annoyance).
At this point, Felix himself clenched his teeth and threw the phone on the floor out of anger. Fortunately, the carpet was soft enough to survive the fury of its owner and continue to function in case you suddenly wanted to respond.
I'm callin', callin', callin', callin' all my lovelies
'Cause I can't get a hold of you
Oh, since you ain't thinkin' of me (Since you ain't thinkin' of me, baby)
Look what you're makin' me do
Felix almost whimpered at the realization of what a fool he had been and what a stupid situation he was in right now. Where he led himself. Why couldn't you two just talk? Why couldn't he just tell it all at once, from the start? Maybe it would have been different otherwise now. Resting his forehead against the big window, he felt its pleasant coolness, but it could not cool down his burning resentment inside. Most of all, he did not like it when the blame for the current situation could not be shifted to anyone or anything else, and this pained him incredibly right now.
Pick up the phone, pick up the phone
'Cause all this lovin' needs a home, oh
He collapsed into a chair near the window, clutching its handles tightly and stretching his long legs. If only he would…
Felix inhaled and exhaled noisily, throwing his head back and taking a pack of cigarettes along with a lighter out of his shirt pocket. The fingers did not obey a little, as the hands of their owner were shaking slightly from nerves and alcohol intoxication. He growled slightly in irritation. When the guy was finally able to light a cigarette, he took a long drag on it.
Now he wasn't in the mood for energetic and carefree songs. He skipped "Finesse".
That was how the last song from the album started playing - "Too Good to Say Goodbye":
I've made mistakes
I could have treated you better
I let you get away
There goes my happily ever after
Tell me why, why can't we try and start again?
This can't be how our story ends…
Oh, please…
He really did miss you.
And he was not right.
He wanted to win you and your trust over again. He finally admitted it with all his heart to himself. He would try. Really.
If only you could…
The phone, thrown on the fluffy carpet, suddenly came to life and started vibrating.
Releasing all the smoke from his lungs, which Felix had inhaled, at once, he abruptly bent down to the carpet.
Your name appeared on the phone screen, gleaming brightly in the darkness.
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Lil Team Bucci Blurb (NSFW)
Kit here! Sorry I've been gone for months on end! A lot has happened since I last posted and I've finally found the encouragement to whip up this little thing real quick. Its not much but I gotta do something to get back into the flow of writing again!
Warnings: NSFW under the cut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), gender neutral reader (no pronouns used), all characters are 18+, not proofread nor checked for mistakes
DISCLAIMER: Do NOT think it is okay to take our stories and post them somewhere else without our EXPLICIT PERMISSION. Do NOT think it is okay to take anyone else’s stories and post them somewhere else without their EXPLICIT PERMISSION. Giving credit does NOT count as permission. You may reblog our stories, but you may NOT repost our stories without OUR PERMISSION.
Bruno who lets out rumbling purrs of your name as he makes sure to work himself inside of you slowly and deeply, his normally bright blues are clouded and darkened as his entire being is fueled by arousal as he folds you into a mating press and sinks himself all the way
Leone who offers nothing but groans and rumbles against your neck as his arms wrapped around your waist tighten and pull you to meet his thrusts, forcing his cock in all the way, little nips to your sweet spot and his hot breath pull mini whimpers as your walls squeeze him tighter and tighter
Mista who holds your hips as your own hands find balance on his chest while he avidly thrusts into you from below, never faltering in his pace, his naturally dark eyes are swirling with lust as he licks his lips and hisses through clenched teeth as a broken groan cracks from his mouth
Narancia who's worked himself up beyond belief as he takes you from above, his normally bright purple are darkened and swirling with adoration and lust, he holds you close, moaning your name over and over as he brings you both closer and closer, stealing kisses from your lips
Fugo who's intense lovemaking is leaving you both covered in a sheen of sweat and out of breath, but he pushes through, determined to send you off the rails once more as he leaves bruises along your body, letting out a groan over your parted lips as your nails rake down his back
Giorno who is dedicated to your pleasure moreso than his own, letting you do as you please as he sinks further into the silk sheets, watching and holding you up as he encourages you on with sweet words while you begin to fall apart, letting groans and moans flow freely from his mouth as he tilts his head back into the pillows
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Sexy Bruno Boudoir post is imminent!
Just fixing up a thumb and gunna figure out some sort of background splodge. Woooo!
Gimme like maybe 30 mins?
Edit: click to see the sexy man
Note: It's spicy, nsfw, not full nudity but still. If you're a minor, be on your way. Nothing to see here.
To avoid these posts on my blog, filter out [#bruno boudoir by nyda].
#Prepare yourselves!#Hot stuff coming through#bruno madrigal#Bruno fanart#minors dni#encanto for adults only 18+#Sexy Bruno#bruno smut#Bruno boudoir update#Bruno Boudoir by Nyda
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29 and 121 with bruno? pretty please ?<33
29. “I love it when you kiss my neck.”
121. “I was just about to wash up. Care to join?”
NSFT - Minors Scram
Bruno woke up with Adriana in his arms. The sun was cascading through her cottage window; it must already be fairly late in the morning. Adriana made a pained noise in her sleep and Bruno held her tighter. Poor Adriana. She’d gone to bed twisted with cramps; it was la regla, and after growing up with two sisters, Bruno was well acquainted with the agony it could bring.
She started to stir, and Bruno could tell by the change in her breathing that she was waking up. “How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Miserable.” She sighed sleepily. “And horny.”
He pressed a kiss into her shoulder. “Finally, something I can help with.”
��You know I’m on my period,” she said.
“You know I don’t care,” he replied. Gently, he pushed her hair out the way and brushed his mouth against the soft skin beneath it.
Adriana hummed. “I love it when you kiss my neck.”
“Yeah?” His fingers unbuttoned her sleep shirt and he slipped his palm inside. “What else do you love that I do?”
He felt her relax into him as his hand slid over her breast. “Ohh.” She wriggled herself closer to his body. “That’s pretty nice too.”
“Let me make you feel good,” he whispered as his hand traveled down her stomach and ran along her thigh.
“Well,” she breathed. “When you ask so nicely.”
Bruno got up, grabbed an old towel from Adriana’s closet, and returned to their nest in the bed. Adriana smiled at him weakly as she lifted her hips so he could get the towel beneath her, and he carefully removed her underwear. She looked exhausted, and it made Bruno’s heart ache.
He returned to his spot at her side, spooning her against him as his hand began a love dance between her legs. Adriana moaned softly at his touch, her body arching and tensing in time with his fingers’ pirouettes. Suddenly she spasmed around a cramp, and she hissed at the pain. “Shhh, shhh,” he soothed. He pressed his whole torso against her back. “I’ve got you.”
When she relaxed again, he resumed the flit of his fingers, and soon Adriana was breathing heavily. She felt so warm in his arms. “That’s it.” Her hips bucked against his hand. “That’s it. Good girl.”
Adriana made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan. Sweat clung to her shirt, and her feeble whimpers grew breathier and more urgent. “There you go.” He grounded her against his body. “Come on. Relax. Breathe for me.”
Her whimpers deepened. He could feel her start to flutter against his fingertips. “Good girl,” he repeated. “Just focus on how this feels. Focus on letting everything go.”
Adriana’s whimpers crescendoed into moans, and Bruno tightened his arm around her as he kept his strokes firm, unhurried. “Shh. Shh. I’ve got you. That’s it. Come for me, cariño. Come for me, darling. You’re coming so well for me.”
Bruno held Adriana until it seemed she’d nearly slipped back into slumber, then tiptoed towards the bathroom.
“Where are you going?” she asked sleepily.
“I was just about to wash up,” he said. “Care to join?”
“Mmm. I don’t want to move,” she said.
“What if I carried you?”
“You can’t carry me,” she yawned.
He took the blanket off of her and scooped her into his arms. Adriana yelped awake. “Oh no, Bruno, you’ll get blood all over you.”
“Yes, but it is your blood, so it doesn’t matter.” He carried her to the bathroom. “Now come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
#sorry for the long delay#I actually love getting prompts even if it takes me an eternity to do them#i hope you like it!#encanto smut#bruno smut#bruno madrigal smut#bruno x OC smut#bruno madrigal period sex
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