#bruno x reader 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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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.
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Calling All My Lovelies
Felix Catton x f!Reader
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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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thinking abt… mutual masturbation as punishment for haechan
thinking abt how he’d stare so hard at you getting yourself off… his eyes trying to catch every detail of your face and body… and at first, he can’t touch himself, his cock straining in his pants as his fingers dig into his thighs, restraining himself. it’s not until you give him the go ahead, immediately fisting his cock at the sight of you.
he’s satisfied until he’s not. whining out that he can make you feel so much better. he’s practically crying out to you, begging for your touch, only you can make him feel good.
i just fell to my knees…. I THINK YOU’RE TRYING TO KILL ME. warning this is literally just haechan begging….. IM SORRY
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“you did this to yourself, baby,” you laugh, watching as haechan began to squirm. you were on display for him, fingers deep inside yourself and your cunt dripping, yet he couldn’t touch. every moan that left your lips was pure torture and haechan was whining in frustration. he wanted so badly for you to let him touch, his cock straining against his pants while he sat there watching you.
“please, just lemme touch you,” he began to plead, eyes wide and desperate, “s’not fair. wanna feel you.”
you did nothing but ignore him, closing your eyes as you kept fingering yourself. you knew just how much you were affecting him, letting out soft little moans every time your fingers hit just right.
“baby, please. let me make you feel good,” haechan tried again, his nails digging into his thigh. this wasn’t fair. “c’mon, please? you know i’d feel better than your fingers,” he whines, hating the way he was getting ignored. it should be his cock stuffing you full, not your stupid fingers that could barely amount to just how good he fucked you. he was so needy, too obsessed with your cunt to think about anything else.
“shut up,” you finally let out, opening your eyes to see just how desperate he was becoming. “you don’t deserve to touch me, not after what you said earlier,” you spit out, refusing to give in to his begging. he was going to learn just how badly he needed you to make himself feel good. no one else could bring him the same pleasure that you did, his poor cock useless if it wasn’t you touching him.
“i was just teasing, baby, i’m sorry,” haechan whines again, frustration clear in his voice. he hated this. you were so mean to him and it was starting to drive him mad.
pulling your fingers out and making sure haechan was watching, you began to slowly rub circles on your clit. “feels so good, hyuckie,” you moan, throwing your head back in pleasure. you were doing this on purpose and he knew it, getting closer and closer to his breaking point. deciding to spare him just a little, you gave him the go ahead to touch himself.
haechan was desperate, pathetically so, and pulled out his cock at lightning speed. he was so hard that it hurt. he immediately started to touch his poor cock, chasing a release that you refused to give him. but he couldn’t. it wasn’t the same if you weren’t touching him, stroking him to completion and telling him just how good he was for you. he let out another whine, face crumpling.
noticing his reaction, you let out a mocking laugh. “you wanted to touch so badly and now you’re complaining?” you ask, pulling your hand away from your clit. “i thought this was what you wanted?”
“i do, i do—it’s not, fuck,” haechan whines again, “it’s not the same. n-need you to touch me.” he was so humiliated, so close but so far from cumming. he looks up at you with watery eyes and quivering lips, pleading for your touch.
“you need me? even after your little outburst earlier? i thought you didn’t need me to touch your pathetic cock to feel good?” you ask, mocking him once again. he was so close to letting go, tears threatening to spill as he kept touching himself. “tell me how much you need it and maybe i’ll reconsider.”
“p-please, touch me,” he cries, tears finally rolling down his face. “i need you to touch me, please! i can’t—can’t take it anymore, please,” haechan was full on begging now, overwhelmed with the need for you to touch him. every second without your touch was too much for him to handle, causing him to sob as he continued to babble about just how badly he needed you to touch him.
“that’s all you needed to say, hyuckie,” you coo, moving over to where he was. “you just need me to feel good, don’t you?” you ask, knowing the answer. haechan nodded, sniffling as he looked into your eyes. you leaned in, softly kissing him and wrapping your hand around his cock.
quickly starting to jerk him off and swallowing his moans, haechan was so close. you pulled away from the kiss, watching as he fell apart. “i’m s-so close, please,” he begs, thrusting into your hand.
“you were so good,” you praise, speeding up your hand as you stroked his cock. “cum for me, baby,” you whisper into his ear, finally giving him the permission to cum. his hips stuttered, a loud whine leaving his lips as he spills into your hand. you kiss him one last time, pulling your hand away from his spent cock.
“t-thank you,” haechan mumbles, face red as he tries to recompose himself. you couldn’t help but smile, so weak for your boyfriend. no matter how bratty he was, you always gave him what he wanted.
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─── multiple characters x reader
characters included: bruno, joesph(not the old man ya'll, he is kinda bad tho ngl), josuke, jotaro, giorno, mista
c.w. when ur sad/upset/overthinking/idk, aged up, fluff, comfort, established relationship, no y/n usage, hcs, jjba, some italian pet names (2), a few swear words
- it's been a while since i posted jjba content, it's also been a while since i posted overall. this probably isn't much but for right now until i recover from this burnout, it's all i have. i hope you enjoy :)
at times like these, bruno notices almost immediately that something's up when he walks into your shared home and is met with an eerie silence. it's not long before he's rushing into the bedroom in search of you, only to find you curled up in bed—hidden under covers as you trembled and sniffled lightly. his touch is gentle when he rests his hand on your quivering shoulder, voice even softer as he speaks—asking about what's troubling you.
"what's wrong, mia cara" whether you tell him or not, he encourages you to release whatever tears remain as he holds you, giving you a shoulder to cry on and lots of forehead, nose, and cheek kisses as he tries to soothe you. once you've calmed down, he'll ask if there's anything you want—either a necessity or just something you want, he's getting it without a second thought. he just loves you so much and wants to do all he can for you.
now joesph...is kind of a jerk when he finds you crying at first. he'd baby talk you as he pinches, squishes your cheeks, and flicks your forehead or nose while laughing his ass off, but when he notices that you're not giving him any snappy remarks, slapping his hands away, or laughing with him, that's when he knows something's wrong and he's actually worried.
and when he starts asking you what happened, he almost sounds like a fly that's been buzzing in your ear for god knows how long, but you know he means well, especially when he's giving you the warmest and tightest hug he can—holding you against his chest as you let his heartbeat calm your uneven breathing. he's definitely babying you for the rest of the day and he might tease you a teeny tiny bit, but only to make you laugh.
josuke would probably think he did something to cause you to feel this way and if that's the case, bro's apologizing profusely (please, he's so sorry). whatever the problem might be, expect lots—and i mean lots of short sloppy kisses all over your face while he whispers tons of "I'm sorry" or "it's ok" onto your face. he might refrain from asking what the problem is both out of fear and because he doesn't want to cross boundaries or upset you even more.
but he'll spoil you rotten for the entire week cause he wants you—his everything—to feel better and he wants you to know how much he loves you. cuddles, kisses, hugs, naps together, movie night, whatever the hell you want is exactly what he's gonna give you maybe even before you ask. (he'd probably cry w you, on a serious note).
i think that jotaro would sit there and wait for you to tell him what's wrong so he'll know if it's serious or not—if it's serious he'll stay and listen to what you have to say, but if it's not like you're crying because something is out of stock or something, he's leaving the room and not even sparring you a second glance.
anyway, if you need any type of physical affection, he'd be able to tell from your body language or if you ask him for it but either way, he's not gonna not give you what you want...he's a really good listener, would literally sit there and listen to all that you have to say with no interruptions and he'd cuddle with you until you fall asleep cause he needs to know that you're actually okay, but he's not leaving your side. at all.
ok listen, not exactly like josuke, but i think giorno would be such a sweetheart. he'd ask if you'd wanna talk about it and would be content listening to whatever you say to him while he's holding you in his arms to bring your frantic mind to a slow so you can focus on what you want to say. would definitely cuddle with you in bed—you'll pass out in like less than 20 minutes so yeah.
mista would be so worried but at the same time he's asking who did it with sex pistols in hand (bro's ready to kill a bitch for you). "amore mio, who do i need to kill?" "mista, please don't kill anyone..." he's drowning you in nothing but love (kisses, cuddles, hand-holding, etc). he'd let you wear his hat or play with his hair to calm you down if that's what you want. you're getting spoiled. no, if's and's or but's, you're getting spoiled. want food? he's got it. wanna watch something? the tv's already on. wanna nap? he's already waiting in bed. he'd also let you cry on his shoulder for as long as you need and he'll give you back rubs too. :((
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I forgor if you've already posted something like this but
Unzipping Bucciarati's arms and doing as you please to him. He can't grip the sheets, he can't crawl away, he can't even hold you closer to him to ground himself-
bruno is my wife (real)
he's squirming around on the bed, whining because he wants to touch you so bad. :( but with all the movement, he faces the threat of falling off the bed.
all he can do is wrap his legs around your waist, to try and pull you closer while you're fucking him.
oh, better yet, use bruno's hands to please yourself while he watches. he'll be glad that he's somehow pleasuring you, but is also a lil jealous.. of his own hands. he wants to touch himself, too, but is willing to wait if you tell him. <3
#🎥 slutfactory shorts#top male reader#seme male reader#x male reader#male reader#top reader#dom reader#jjba smut#sub jjba#dom male reader#bucciarati thirsts#bruno bucciarati smut
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just thinking about being the one person bruno contemplates giving up the gang life for...
bruno x gn!reader, smut, MDNI, angst, cw: minor amount of violence and gore
somehow, he was back, and bruno didn't ask any questions when giorno was there to welcome him back from whatever place he had been
giorno just silently cried, a rare show of emotional vulnerability from the young teenager
so, bruno decides to live this time, live like he'd never have another second chance again
and of course, the first thought that comes to mind is finally asking out the beautiful worker from the small bakery right around the corner
he's seen you for months, carefully decorating intricate cakes, biting your lip as you finally nail the design you've been working on for months, but he's never bothered to approach since he figured that him being a mafioso would rightfully scare you off
but, he's been miraculously granted another chance and he knows he must take it
so he walks in one day, a single flower held behind his back, and confidently asks if you're available
and of course, you all but shout that you'll go out with him
the gorgeous mafioso that had captured your attention so many months ago, but then disappeared out of the blue for several weeks had finally asked you out, and you weren't going to waste this chance
but, he's a mafioso, a man with an insurmountable amount of money, which scares you (as does his profession)
you, the keeper of a small-time bake shop
you're expecting him to show up in a fancy sports car and take you for a spin on the wild side, show you a life completely different from yours
but, he manages to surprise you when he knocks on your door the next night, dressed casually in a gray sweater and black jeans, and tells you he's packed a picnic for you two to enjoy out on the beach
the sun sets over the two of you as you enjoy a full on buffet that he insists was fully prepared by him (you have your suspicions)
it's a wonderful first date, the pinks and oranges reflecting off the glistening water and in bruno's deep blue eyes while he talks
he's equal parts a great listener and a great talker, filling in all the gaps when you're not sure what to say
all the rumors from the older women around town stating he was quite the catch are true, you realize that night
and when he kisses you for the first time, you know you're going to fall completely head over heels for him
several months pass by and bruno's got the world in his hands
he's the underboss of italy's biggest crime syndicate
he's got more money than he could ever hope for
he's got a loyal crew always ready to stand by his side
but most importantly,
he's got you...
you, his wonderful partner whom he loves with all his heart
over the course of the beginning of your relationship, he'd be insistent you stayed away from everything pertaining to Passione
even though it stood for something better now, aiming to cleanse the streets of italy from the filthy drug trade, it's still a dangerous place to be caught up in
especially with you not having a stand
no one has ever met you, and they never will
(well, giorno knows OF you... bruno thought it best to at least tell giorno considering he's the boss, but he didn't even need to. giorno knew immediately what was going on once he noticed how many times bruno came back to the Passione headquarters with little treat bags from your shop)
anyway, he keeps you tucked away
far from any prying eyes, any danger, and far, far away from anything related to stands
he wanted your love to be authentic, one-of-a-kind, something they'd write about in books one day, not tainted with the poison that is mafia life
and your love certainly felt that way
each time he made love to you, it was like the heaven's aligned
the taste of you was enough to drive him wild, he'd spent countless hours professing his love to you by kissing and sucking eagerly at your most sensitive parts between your thighs
he'd praise you constantly for your seemingly divine beauty, and how blessed he felt to be the one to receive your affection, especially when you were knelt between his legs
but, he'd fight an internal battle each time he was with you
the angel on his shoulder would direct him to lay you down gently and put on slow r&b while he lazily thrust into you, not even bothering to focus on his own pleasure but instead just on yours
the gentle sound of your moans and sighs and professions of love like music to his ears
but the devil on his shoulder, the one that made him the ruthless mafioso he was, would constantly tell him to give in to your demands and mercilessly fuck into you while your nails scratched down his back
the oh-so welcome sound of you screaming and gasping out how good it felt to be the object of his desire
yes, it was a dilemma he struggled with indeed
but at the end of each night, when you two were laid on top of the sheets, catching your breath after an all too long love-making session
bruno would smile into your hair, so perfectly content in those moments
no mafia, no stands, no acting as the righteous hand of Passione
just you
just you, with your bruno
he'd struggle for months, tossing and turning at nights
giorno brought him back to fulfill his duty, to help him with his cause
and girono was more than a boss
he was his friend, his precious comrade who he owed his life to (literally)
but you were this perfect thing, this beautiful, innocent being that gave him a new way to live
he was no longer the traitorous gangster he once was, he was someone you said you'd want to spend the rest of your life with
someone to taste test all the new cake flavors, someone to walk alongside of in the setting sun, someone to have and to hold
he'd walk in and out of the finest jewelers in italy, searching for the one ring that would be perfect
and it'd be a heavy weight in his pocket on the day he finally found it in Milan
he knew your ring size already, having got the measurements while you slept
(sticky fingers might have helped by zipping off your finger for a second)
he'd basically skip down the street, intent on making his way back to giorno and telling him he would be retiring by the end of the year
in his two years as the underboss, he'd helped giorno build an empire already
he trained countless new and exisiting stand users, he'd made great friends with neighboring houses, and mista was more than prepared to step up now
his future plans? help you out with the bake shop
the owner you'd be working for for the past three years was retiring and decided to leave it in your possession
you two would get married, have a couple kids, run the shop, leave it to one of them eventually, move to a house by the seaside (maybe even his hometown!) and grow old together
it'd be perfect
but
then he'd get the call
giorno would be frantic on the other end, explaining a serial killer stand user was loose in Naples
one that trish alerted them to, as she said the killer explained he had a bone to pick with whoever overthrew diavolo, and was targeting loved ones
and he'd been watching for quite some time now
he immediately zipped to your apartment, finding the door wide open
fear churning in his stomach, he'd storm the small apartment, searching for any sign of you
when all he found was a single finger perfectly cut off and preserved
his heart stopped
a ring finger, giorno confirmed
your ring finger.
they never found your body, nor your killer, not even after months of searching on end, going to neighboring countries and speaking with other syndicates around Europe
it'd be months, years later before bruno would ever even crack a smile like he used to
he just wasn't the same anymore, this wasn't a death that gold experience requiem could change, and bruno had nowhere else to turn
so, he'd spend the next years committing himself completely to his underboss duties
Passione would be feared, and not just for their untouchable boss
the underboss would be scarier, the man who could walk through walls and kill you with a single command of his stand
traitor after traitor, he'd interrogate anyone who'd so much as questioned giorno's authority, even minorly
everyone would come to fear his wrath
and in each interrogation, each time he'd zip someone's head almost completely off and remove all their limbs and beat them to the brink of death
he'd be searching
waiting
for the person who knew what happened to you
no one would know anything
who would remember the worker from the little bake shop around the corner that had closed so many years ago?
no one
no one knew you, and bruno had no evidence of your existence besides an unworn ring and a cold and empty bed
so
he'd be left to turn back to the cold, gangster life
until one day, giorno would let him rest in peace finally
and he'd be reunited with you
#bruno bucciarati x reader#bruno buccellati x reader#bruno x reader#bruno bucciarati smut#bruno bucciarati angst#im sorry
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after last night
☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆
❣ AGATHA'S MAIN PAGE ❣
➷ Summary : there is something that Eddie couldn't find to forget about you after that night
➷ Word Count : it's one shot
➷ Warnings : 18+ MDNI‼️ Rockstar!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, language, no use of y/n, Eddie and reader are both (21), I made a bestfriend character named "Alexis", SMUT‼️, p in v penetration, both receiving, unprotected sex, aftercare, alcohol consumption, establishing a relationship, Eddie is a player in the past! reader is just an amazing gal and Eddie is so an awe to her, that's it!
➷ What to Expect : SMUT‼️ and FLUFF! this is just literally hot steamy delicious smut really hehe, you'll see an worried Eddie here, this is set in Modern era but it still screams 1980's
➷ Note To Reader : basically, I am literally using my favorite artists songs into an Eddie fic at this point, DON'T Y'ALL LOVE THIS SONG?!? 😩🤌🏻
➷ Author Note : I can't believe y'all liked my last post "you ain't woman enough" I didn't expect all of you to enjoy it and I wasn't even satisfied with it but wow y'all reassured me it was okay! SO THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT! 🥺🫶🏻✨
"I have plus one, you have to go with me!" Alexis holding up the two invitation cards with a look that says "please, I beg of you"
"I'll think about it" you glanced at her as you jotted down notes for tomorrow's class
"yeah, you'll think about it after a million years" she goes to your side and leans on the wall looking at you
You shut your eyes while you're holding both of your hands in front of you
You know she won't stop bugging you until you say "yes"
"Girl- please, this is Corroded Coffin! not anyone is lucky enough to be on their first music listening party!"
"Can't you bring someone who is dying to get there?" you mocked your reply to her as she rolls her eyes
"They don't matched my vibe and besides I love your company!"
"I may be loud, only to you but in that zone? I'll be sitting alone in the couch throughout the night"
She scoffs "Oh, please, you're so very well spoken once you get comfortable with the person you're talking to"
"it's not an immediate connection! I've had to warm up to them first" you say as your keyboard makes clacks sounds as you type at the background as her eye twitches in annoyance
"But-"
"It's lucky when something else sparked" you narrow your eyes at her as she huffs
"Come on! Please?!? it's only a few days left and we're gonna go home to Hawkins and we haven't tried or experienced something like this!"
You sigh without looking at her as you turned your head at her as she softly chants "please, please, please"
Wouldn't it hurt to have some fun for once?
"Alright! Alright fine! I'll go with you!"
"Yes! I knew you would come to your senses" She happily jumps and she hugs you and you chuckled as you roll your eyes playfully
"I'll go ready my outfit and you should too!" The smile is still intact to her lips as she takes her leave goes straight to her closet
You're so indecisive
You're so indecisive that you can't pick an outfit
"Oh my god, you've been staring at those three outfits for an hour!" Alexis exclaims at you in the reflection as she puts Velcro rollers over her hair
"Let me think"
"No- you can't think when you can't decide!"
"You're not helping, Alexis"
"Do you want me to choose for you?"
"No" you're staring so sternly at the two outfits
The colors are pretty much all black but the one outfit is a set of leather tube top and skirt with fishnet stockings and some edgy accessories, the next outfit is very dainty-ish top because of the ruffles all over the neckline with black ripped jeans, and lastly, it's literally the one you've been staring hard for too goddamn long
It's a black velvet dress, it screams "femme fatale" but still remains the elegance of the dress, it got a nice trim over the edges and it will fits you so well, it's a bit short since it ends just above your knees
The thing is that
The chest part design? is too revealing, it's a. cute strap sweetheart top and maybe, you'll be so overdressed since not only that is your problem
It's also backless
"If we come late to this party because of you, god- I forgot how hard it is for you to pick an outfit" she takes the cap off from the lipstick liner as she outline her lips, she's still talking to you at the reflection of the vanity mirror
You're thinking a lot of it deeply until you remembered something
You have this black glittery short blazer and this will be perfect with your black Stiletto Black Ankle Strap Pumps
"Wait- I got it" you snap your fingers, you raised the dress that you picked and Alexis squeals in excitement
"Oh my gosh, you'll look so hot!"
You chuckled as you shake your head
"Okay, so, there's Jeff the bass guitar, Gareth the drummer and-"
She turns off the engine of her car as she recites the band members names again
"Eddie, the lead singer and guitarist, yeah- I know" you tug up a smile at the end as she beams at you, she claps her hands
"Well, look at you! you remember it!"
"Of course, I remember it, you keep yapping about them all day to me"
You both get out of the car as she rolls her eyes at you, she locks the car as both of your heels starts clicks the pavement
"Do you listen to their music?"
"I did"
"I thought you didn't like that kind of music"
"Alexis, I just don't have the time to listen to it that doesn't mean I don't like it"
"But you did listen to it?"
"Some of it, yeah"
"It's really good, right?"
"Yeah, it is"
Once you both got in the front, the door swings open a curly short haired boy with red checkered vest and a black denim pants happily greets
"Hey there, baby!" He opens up his arms as your bestfriend rans into him
"Gareth!"
"How are you?"
"I'm good"
"Let me take a look at you"
"You're so stunning!"
The boy is grinning very widely at your bestfriend as you watch them both with a small smile at your face and when you and him looked at each other, your bestfriend introduced you
"Um- Gareth, this is my bestfriend in college and my plus one"
"Oh, hello" he offers his hand for you to shake as you gladly accepted it as you say your name
"I think Eddie is going to like you"
"Excuse me?"
"Gareth! Don't start the traffic at the front door-"
He stopped when he saw his friend and you
"Oh hey"
You shyly wave at the young man behind Gareth
"This is Jeff!" Your excited bestfriend pulls Jeff out as they both share a laugh
You shake hands at Jeff "Nice to meet you"
"You too"
You're amused at how Jeff kicks Gareth inside as you both walked inside of the house
They act like silly little kids that you almost forgot that they're famous rockstars
Now, you can feel little by little that your shy demeanor is fading slowly
"Isn't that right? Jeff?" Gareth asks as he throws his arms around at your bestfriend
"Right about what?" Jeff stand beside you as he furrows his eyebrows at his friend
"That Eddie will like her" Gareth points at you and Jeff looked at you with both of his eyebrows raised
"Yeah, definitely" Jeff says with his eyes wide as you get even more confused why they keep saying that
"Where is he? anyway?"
"You know Eddie, he's always late" Jeff crossed both of his arms as he goes to the front facing the three of you
"Ladies, feel free to help yourselves at the food and drink at the table, I know y'all both starving" Gareth squeezes Alexis to his side as he joins Jeff walking into a different direction of the house, they both said they'll be back
"Okay, no wonder why you feel comfortable with them, I see, I get it now" you sigh as you smile in disbelief
"I told you so!" she giggles as she takes your hand leading you to the dining table
You both came in early, so, there's only a few people inside, there's a distant music playing at the background
Gareth is not lying to what he just said to the both of you that you just realized you we're indeed hungry until you eaten one of their meals
Ever since you started college, you haven't had a decent meal
Both of you are stuffed and full, you ask at the bar for a drink
"One bottle of Heineken, please"
"Me too!"
"Cheers to finding yourself a boyfriend"
You snorted but you shrugged "I guess, cheers to that then?"
"I haven't told you where I met them, so, I first met Gareth at a convenience store and I don't know something really else clicked between the two of us, so, we hang out and then he gave me an invite"
"So, this is the man that you're talking about since last week?"
"Yeah"
"And you're officially his girlfriend"
She blushes "yes"
"Wow" you take a swig of your drink as you turn away from your bestfriend
"What is it?"
"I'm happy for you, I really do, but it seems so fast?"
Before she can reply, "You know what, I'll stop being protective, I'm just concerned- that's all"
She smiles at you as she nods to your words
"You're just like him"
"Like who?"
"Eddie"
Oh, there goes that name again
"What about him?"
"He's a really really nice guy, I'm not even kidding! he's also a gentleman"
You piqued an interest to that as your bestfriend Alexis smirks at the look that you just gave her
Gareth calls out to her name but Alexis hesitates to leave you all alone
"You can go ahead"
"Are you sure? I don't want-"
"I'll be fine, Alexis, just also look out for yourself, okay? go have fun"
She sadly smiles as she hugs you before she left and went to his drummer boyfriend
You deeply sighs as you finish your drink, you decide to take a look around the house
The guests are growing bigger and bigger as you started strolling around in the place
Every inch of the house feels so expensive, it's spacious, the white and gold furniture and the paintings all over across the room, you like how it styled
Much to your fascination, you bumped over the person whose quickly running that you fall back down on the floor
"Shit, my bad- I am so sorry" he reaches out for you to hold his hand
You clutch at your chest and winced at how hard it is but you dismissive your hand anyways and took his hand
"I'll survive, don't worry about it" you give him a small smile as you got back up on your feet
The male chuckles, you take him in, his hair is long brown curl locks and slightly long bangs and he's wearing a black Ray-Ban sunglasses and a pair of Metallica muscle tee and leather pants and black boots
"Why are you in such a hurry, anyway?" You ask him, you dusted yourself off
He ignores your question instead he ask you this "Would you accompany me in there?"
You tilt your head at him and looked over the crowded room
"I-I wouldn't-"
"Please, it would mean so much to me?" he opens his arm for you to hold but you still hesitated but sigh in defeat as you take it
On the way there, he speaks up again
"Did you come here alone?"
"Uh- no, my bestfriend from college, Alexis, used her plus one on me, I think you knew her already"
He chuckles again "Oh yeah, Alexis, she's a fun gal, I didn't know that she has fine bestfriend"
You knit your brows together, the moment he turns to look at you and he smiles, you became shy under his gaze
"Have you met everyone?"
"Yeah, I met Jeff and Gareth, they're cool but-" you replied to him and you notice some of the guests that you both passed while walking are waving at him
Who is this person?
"I haven't met Eddie" you say as you watch him open the doors
The moment the both of you step inside and the people roared in cheer, you startled by the joyous screams of all the guests
He laughs as he turns around back at you and takes his glasses off
"You already met him, darling"
Oh my god
Oh my fucking god
Why are you so clueless? You've been with him?!?
He's THEE Eddie Munson?!?
You're stunned and your mouth is agape as you stare at him in shock
He smirks as he places his Ray-Ban sunglasses on top of your head as he hold the tip of your chin raising it slowly to meet his gaze
"I'll see you later, sweetheart" he winks at you as he turns his back at you leaving you completely speechless
You know Corroded Coffin
Of course, you know the band name members
Yes, you listen to their songs
But
You didn't watch their music videos that's why you have no idea what they're look like
You're so occupied with your set of tasks that you didn't have the time to look at their faces
There, you see him again, talking to somebody else as he glances at you wiggling his fingers as you cupped your mouth in embarrassment as you shyly wave at him
He chuckles as he goes back talking to other person
Alexis pulled your hand in the corner as you both giggled to each other
"Girl- oh my gosh, you did not just come in with Eddie!"
"I have literally no idea! Alexis!"
"See? I told you he'll like you!" Gareth came into her side as he holds a drink into his hand as he points at you
"He's probably not" you deny him as Gareth rolls his eyes at you
"It's clear as day that you came in with him!" Jeff exclaims
"I think he was just being nice because he accidentally bumped on me earlier"
Alexis covers her mouth as the three of them looking at the person behind you
"It's my fault, I know" he tuts as he slinks his arm around your waist, you're surprised at the sudden action before you can even look at the person behind you
You pursed your lips together as you look down
"Mind you if I steal her from you guys?" He pulls you to his side as your eyes go wide at your bestfriend
She raises both of her hands with her face that says "Sorry, I can't help you"
"Yes, by all means!" Gareth aggressively nods as he shoos the both of you away
Jeff flashes you an eat-shiting grin at you as Eddie starts walking while still holding you closely to him
"Uh- rude of me, by the way, I did not quite catch your name"
You tell him your name as he nods but not leaving you with a dashing smile
He walks you through his room and you suddenly immersed in it's glory
It's captivating and it's so like him
He closes the door behind him and you roam your eyes around the area
"Wow, your room is so amazing"
"Thanks, you know all of this I just saved a lot of money to get all of this stuff that I wanted- uh- what's your favorite part?"
You smile as you point out the biggest window, you've ever seen
"Oh, that" both of you walked closer to it
He sighs at the scenery outside "Same"
You took the sunglasses from your head that he placed before
He pushes your hand away and lets his hold linger in there
"Keep it"
One of the crew/staff member starts knocking at the door telling Eddie someone is looking for him and it's urgent
"Can you stay here until I get back? You can do whatever you want in here"
"Um, sure" you say and smile as you nod at him
Before he closes the door, "Don't go anywhere? Okay?"
You chuckled "I won't, don't worry"
It's been 45 minutes since he left as you glanced over the clock as you finished looking at his achievement wall and shelf, you shift on your stance as you decided to take off your blazer
You walked through his vinyl collections, you run your hands on it until you saw "Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" you picked it up and looked over the cover
You looked at the door for one last time
"I can wait for him" you shrug as you take the jacket off and holding the platter very gently as you placed it down and raised the tonearm needle and pressed the play button
A smile grows on your lips as you hear the familiar tune
Your head starts bopping and you sway your body into the song
"I'm sorry, I'm late, sweetheart" Eddie came inside of his room, finally, but you're so lost in the music
You didn't even hear the door click closed
You're about to see him behind you but you're still dancing into the song
Eddie's mouth slowly hanging open as he is so enthralled to what he is watching right now
You took the pin off from your hair updo as you shake your head slightly, so, it falls, god- his heart just dissipated
The soft smile from your lips, and oh so freaking gorgeous gorgeous dress and he just wanna take your hand and marry you right away
The moment you turned around you open your eyes, you saw him standing in there, you didn't see how he is so entranced by you
You laugh in shock as lovely gasp giggles that came out from your mouth as you held your chest and you threw your head back
The time felt slow as he just stands there
He never want this night to end
"Oh, you came back!" You say as your laughter died down
Eddie, come on, man, speak up, he blinks rapidly as he clears his throat as he shoves his hands into his pockets "Y-Yeah, I'm back" he winced at how he stuttered
"I hope you don't mind me playing one of your precious vinyls" you walk over through his vinyl player and you're about to stop the music until he grabs your wrists as he slowly reaches to hold your hand, you're now looking at him with your hair beautiful laying down on your shoulders
"Don't stop the music yet" he says as he beams up and tug you on the center of his room as you giggled in the process as he starts dancing with you
"My love is alive (woo)
Way down in my heart
Although we are miles apart
If you ever need a helping hand
I'll be there on the double
Just as fast as I can
Don't you know that there"
He takes you by his arms, he twirls you around, he held you close to his chest as he start making dance moves that will make your stomach hurt
He stares at you as you happily dance with a big smile on your face
He moves closer to you, you raised your eyebrows as he stops you from moving as he holds both of your forearms
Your eyes goes all over his face, you saw his eyes flit right back to your eyes and to your lips
He leans forward and then boom, he pulls you close to place a kiss on your lips, your eyes are wide but flutters shut as you cupped both of his cheeks as your lips moved along with his
The kiss was so soft and sweet until he walks forwards as you walked backward pinning you on the wall, he grabs you by the waist as you mewl into the kiss, you placed your palms over his shoulders as it slowly crossed your arms around his neck
He is now flushed into your body inhaling every scent of you, the both of you got out of breath as he starts suckling the skin from your neck and your collarbones
You tug at his hair as he groans, the music behind is now ignored and coming to an end, you hum at the sweet spot that he found earning a moan out of you
"Oh, you sound so good" his voice is suddenly deeper and lower than before
He caged you in the middle as he plant his palms on either side of your head as he licks his lips as he looks at you from up and down
You looked at him with those sickening eyes that he can't wait to see it squeezing shut from pounding at you so hard
You reached at his tattoos as you traced your fingers at them, he watches you intently, a sudden confidence went through you as you think of something
"Maybe, your friends will be looking for you?" You say without making your voice sound like a honey-glazed tone, you look over to his shoulder as he turns his head around it
"Nah, they won't be needing me-"
He stopped talking when he felt you putting something inside on his pocket
You smirked at him as he gotten amused as he reaches down and turns out to be your black laced panties his eyes almost bulge out of his skull as he raised it in front of you
You bat your eyelashes on him acting all coy and innocent as he bits his bottom lip
"Real smooth, princess"
"I don't know what you mean by that"
He scoffs as he chuckles while shaking his head, he clicks his tongue at the sight of you
He caught you off guard when he carries you by the hip, you shrieked at the action immediately as you wrapped your arms around his neck his free hand swiftly taking off his pants
Carrying you got your dress riled up in the process as he didn't waste a minute any longer, he didn't give you a time to adjust as he enters your hole and you feel him pulsing inside of you, you take a sharp breath as you close your eyes as you throw your head back
"Jesus fucking christ" he grunts as he starts from a slow pace until it becomes quicker
Making you a cockdrunk mess as you clench around him, you moan when he starts to get rougher, you hold him close tightly making him rest on the crook of your shoulder
You whimper "E-Eddie, oh- you're good" you kiss him again surprising him as he gladly kisses you back but this time it was more lustful and desperate as your both of your teeth clashed
You're sliding up and down against the wall as he fucks you deeper making you gasp as he hit the spot both of you are heavily breathing as Eddie's contorts into pleasure, the way your cunt swallowing him so easily is driving him nuts
"You're so goddamn wet" your breath hitches as you crossed your legs around his waist
He sheaths once more until you screamed as you came undone
You pant as he carries you again leading you into his bed, he takes himself out of you making you whine on the feel of emptiness, the male laugh as you huff and puff at him
He takes off your heels and his muscle tee, you used your elbows to move backwards at his bed
You're in awe at him completely naked in front you as he leans down his fingers playing the hem of your dress his eyes are asking for a permission as you hold a finger up
He watches you as you start to take off your dress, he gulped when he saw how absolutely eternal you are
All is bare on display for him
Only for him
Your shy demeanor came back when he looks at you like that but he removes that as he starts to kiss you once again, you yelped as you kiss him
While kissing you he is now positioning himself between your legs as he lets himself inside of you again
You moan into his mouth as he starts to goes lower until he's on your chest he places love marks all over it
He held your hips as he pounds into you harder, your mouth making an "0" shape as he smirks
Your cunt squelch as he pulls himself in and out of you, he pulls you down earning a high-pitched moan from you as he raised your one leg and as he plunges himself inside of you making your back arched
"W-where do you want me, sweets?" He says as he growl when you start clenching at him again
His eyes went bigger when you changed the position, now, you're on top of him
You move your hips keeping up the pace as you watch his eyes rolled squeezing it shut
"Inside of me, I need you to fill me up" it's the only you managed to say
He doesn't know if his mind playing tricks on him
Did you really say that to him?!?
Eddie became frantic as he can't bust inside of you just yet as you grin at him evilly
You roll your hips as your moan become louder and louder as Eddie starts to squirm beneath you
"Fucking hell, yes, use me- j-just like that" he reveled as he sits up holding you and pulling you closer to him
He kneads your breast as he watches you touching yourself down below making him groan
The bodies slapping is the most unholiest that you ever heard in your life as you kiss him while your hands went through his hair, you got him distracted by the sudden sweet sensation
As you can feel your body shaking and the heat forming and building up, he shudder when you pin him down on the bed, the mattress springs starts to squeak as you fuck him
Oh, he is a goner
You screamed in pleasure as he shoots his load inside of you, he didn't let you down as he fills you up into the brim, you can feel it dripping as you collapsed at him
Your whole body is spent as he chuckles lowly
You softly moan when he still fills you up as he moves his hips
Both of your body feels sticky from the sweat but you didn't mind and neither does he
You start to wobble as you remove yourself from his laying beside him as he smiles lazily at you
You gave him a sweet loving smile at him
"Was I good for you?" you ask him he doesn't missed the way your eyes flashes with wonder
He raised both of his eyebrows with a look that says "Are you fucking kidding me?"
"I-I don't know what you, what you did, but you did it, girl, see- normally I don't stutter but you d-d-do it to me!" He loses it, he got frustrated to fix his words as he let it be
Ever since he laid his eyes on you, he is staggered by your beauty
You crack up a laugh that he wishes he could hear it forever as he pulls you beside him
You both stayed like that for a while as you can feel your heavy eyes begging for you to go sleep, Eddie slipped off of you as he wore his boxers and pulls in his drawer a clean cloth
He opens the blanket as he takes care of you nicely, you're appalled, really, you've never had this level of intimacy before, you blushed
He saw your face as he smiles, "You're so adorable, baby" he chuckles as you hide your face with both of your palms
He brings back the blanket to cover you as you went into your side again
He kisses the top of your head as you wrapped your arms around him
He massages your scalp as it lulled you to sleep as you drift away
Meanwhile, Eddie, saw a shooting star as he looks at his window, says a prayer and hope it comes true
You woke up in the morning and you're still in the same position as it was before, he holds you close to him, you stare at him, he is so pretty with his long eyelashes and specks of freckles across his face
You take his arm off of you carefully, you slide off from the sheets as you picked up the discarded clothes all over the floor as you start dressing up
You saw your reflection in the mirror
Wow, damn, you didn't really who were you last night
There's something about him and that made you feel, you sigh in content with a smile on your face
You saw what time it is as you quickly put on your heels but before you headed out to the door
You smile so fondly as you placed a kiss on his lips and into his cheek, you giggle quietly when it leaves a mark because of your lipstick that you put on earlier
But, of course, you kept his sunglasses
"I wonder what's gotten to them" Jeff sips his coffee as he writes a new song for the band
Gareth chows down his favorite cereal, it crunches as he speaks "I think I heard someone left earlier in the morning but maybe that's just-"
Both of them can hear the loud pats of his barefeet as he runs quickly into the kitchen, even they're aware of his incoming presence, they both still get startled by him
"Where is she?!?" Eddie's voice starts cracking up like someone killed his loved one, he appears with his maroon robe
"Who?" Jeff takes a full gulp from his coffee as he analyzes his friend
Gareth still munching onto his cereal as he furrows his brows in confusion
"Her! Th-The girl with Alexis yesterday!"
"Oh, her" Jeff flashes a teasing wink to Eddie as his face drops in annoyance
"I think she left, Eddie"
"When?"
"Earlier in the morning, I heard the front door and gate opened"
Eddie starts pacing around at them back and forth, Gareth and Jeff eyes followed him as they both looked at each other because-
Eddie is only behaving like this when he doesn't have no idea for D&D campaign, when he can't write a song or when something happened to his beloved guitar
"I-I need to see her again, I can't- I have to- I want to see her" he rambles into his friends
"Man, are you alright?" Jeff asks him as walks over through him with his arms crossed
"No, I am not- I just really want to see her-"
"Gareth, do you have Alexis phone number?"
He nods but his expression changed as he remembers something, he even stops mid-chew
"Oh god, what does that mean?!?"
"She told me that they're going home"
"Home?!? Where?!?"
"She doesn't say, dude, they're college students, I think they're just here for it"
Eddie's eyes became glassy as he goes down and sat on the floor
Jeff slowly turns his head to Gareth with a face "Are you seeing this?!?"
"My life is over"
The line alone grabbed the both men's attention to him
"It's over, I'm finished!" He throws his hands up as he runs his palms through his face
Jeff squatted down in front of him as he hesitates at first but went it with it anyways as he placed his palm over his shoulder
"What happened?"
"She changed the game, Jeff"
"Ah" he shows a knowing look to Eddie making him huffed as rocks back and forth
Whining as to why you left all so sudden?!?
But, he knew you'll left sooner or later but not like this?!?
He has literally no idea where you from, he doesn't have any single contact that he can reach you, the worst fact is that
He doesn't even know where you are
Do you think of him like this?
Did you like him? Or was it just a one-night stand with you?
Do you also hope that you both shared the same feelings like as he did?
Do you wonder what he was doing after last night?
3 weeks had passed
A frown is evident on your face, but, sure, you already knew the moment you stepped on that line, you shouldn't be surprised when tabloids and it's all over the news about the headline
"A player rockstar"
You we're elated with him and your mind won't shut up thinking about him all the time ever since that night
It couldn't get any worse when you overheard other people talking about him, the radio, the television, the posters that are smacked every inch of the building you passed through, the billboards you saw, he is everywhere, everywhere you go, everywhere you went, even if you're so far away from him now, you can't never avoid him if you try
A part of you hoped and wished that he somehow also felt what you feel for him
You cursed through your breath when you forgot to left a phone number but you trash that idea since
He never asked for it
So, you left
"You wonder where he is now, huh?"
"Hmm?" You say as you play with his sunglasses that he gave to you
"Don't play coy with me, you know who I'm talking about" she saids as she takes a sip from her coffee
"He's probably with someone else now"
She scoffs as she leans down to narrow her eyes at you "Well, the people say he might be a player but you know all of this junk is false, you know they twist their words to make it sell, right?" She throws the clippings away from you as you released a deep sigh
A hope in your eyes are noticable as she smiles softly at you "How about you and Gareth?"
"We're doing great but we decided to take things slowly for a while, I took your advice"
"No, I shouldn't said anything"
"But I'm glad you did and you we're right"
You tug up a small smile on the corners of your mouth
"This isn't about me, it's about you, I may not knew Eddie that a lot but when he lets you hold him and didn't want you to stop to care for him? He is so madly in love with you"
"There you go again feeding my delusions"
"Look, I'm serious, just listen, Eddie loves you and you'll thank me later"
You let out a small chuckle "Okay, Alexis"
"There's someone for you at the phone" Jeff went into the studio room as he watches his friend tuning his guitar
"Who?" He asks
"Elizabeth?"
Oh
Oh, he remembers her all right, but he cringed as he looks at his friend as he slowly stands up and placed his guitar on the stand as he whispers
"Tell her that I am not home"
"Well, I'll be damned, that's the 4th girl that you just dismissed!" Gareth throws the music sheets as it flies everywhere making a mess as Eddie glares at him
"I don't want them in my life anymore"
Jeff studies his friend as he realizes that he is sooooo determined to see you again, if only, he can see you again
He knows that his friend won't stand for it, he won't stay still, he ain't gonna calm down until he reunites with you again
"Right, so, you just met some girl-"
"He is not some girl, Gareth"
Gareth knows he is already pissed, so, he held his hand up in surrender
The phone rings again and Eddie thinks it's the most annoying sound ever as the ringing tone bleeds through his ear
He stands up fast as he yanks the phone wire ending up breaking it as his friend's watches in shock as he threw the telephone across the room
"W-Why did you do that?!? That could be important!" Jeff walks over to the destroyed telephone as he goes to the kitchen awaiting for the next ring and Eddie is about to- but he stops him by holding his chest
He picks it up as he answers, "Hello?"
Jeff pinches his nose bridge as he grimaces at Eddie who is now wearing a smug look on his face
"Well?"
"It's Josephine"
Jeff is about to end the call but Eddie snatches the phone as he spoke
"Hello, dear, I'm sorry but stop trying to call me, Goodbye, don't ever call me again" he slams the phone back on its place
His voice is still remains the softness but it's firm dictating the words very clearly
Jeff raises his eyebrows he thought he'll screech at the young woman over the telephone but he didn't, he just politely declined whatever the girl wants
"Dude, look at him! Not a fucking single regret on his eyes" Gareth gestures his hands as he points out to Eddie
"I'm gonna throw out any phone if someone else tries to call me again, there's no player in me anymore, a-and it was dead ages ago!"
"But the media still thinks that you are" Gareth snorts but Jeff pokes his stomach with his elbow
"That's all some crap that they made up"
"What makes you think she'll believe you?"
"What?"
"If you ever encountered her again"
"Then I'll say the truth and that's the only night that I ever slept with someone for so long and I wouldn't join anyone in a bed or in a freaking house that isn't her"
Jeff nods along with a enigmatic smile on his face as Eddie shakes his head at him but he smiles
"I also wonder Alexis been doing, I haven't talked to her for a month?"
"Didn't you say they lived in a province? Or like a small cities?"
"Yeah? They could be everywhere in the world?!? I think she forgots to mention the name of their town, but wait- I think I saw her I.D hanging around her neck once, I took a glimpse on it"
Gareth pulls his brows together as he tries to remember the memory
Jeff and Eddie looks at him waiting for the anticipated answer
"Indiana? I don't know what part in Indiana?"
Eddie claps both of his hands, "we should make a tour over there and convinced our manager to make it happen"
"Why didn't you say this before?"
"Hey, Don't take this on me! I only just remembered it! y'all should be thankful that I can recall it"
The phone rings once again and Eddie is ready to yeeted it out of the window
Both of the men panicked as they rushed to Eddie to stop him by breaking another phone
"No- Eddie!"
"Stop!"
The boys we're surprised that their idea is acceptable
They toured on every part in Indiana, even he needs to rest and he needs to sleep but every show they did before and after, he never stopped looking for you anywhere
He has turned the whole places of Indiana upside down just to look for you
He finds nothing
No, sign of you anywhere
But, he's not giving up hope, he would rather die just to be with someone who isn't you
He would never ever date or marry someone else that isn't you
Eddie is now starting think that you might be not a human being after all, maybe, you're just this angel that came down or even a magical entity that came into his life and that's why you disappeared all of the sudden
He thanks himself for being so attentive with your friend Alexis as she talks about you to him before, you sounded so wonderful with her stories but meeting you in person? It's more fantastic
He went every record store in the place, he grows sadder when some other places didn't have any, he knew that you liked his vinyl collection, so, he supposed that somehow you we're there looking at the records
But as always the result is none
He is rooting for the last place that they'll visit
Even you don't want him anymore, he'll still be happy just to see you again for one last time
A bunch of youngsters are awestruck of the café that you and Alexis usual spot to hang out
"Do the people of Hawkins just finally realized that the coffee is good there or what?" Alexis says as she clutches her purse tightly as you both approach a sea of people
"What are they screaming about?"
Some adults overheard you as they replied "A rock band just visited our town are having a show at Hawkins High"
Your eyes light up of what you just heard "A rock band? Really?"
"Oh my god, me and my bestfriend went there to highschool together!"
"We have to grab a coffee, first, Alexis"
"I already feel so energized! I wonder who it is"
You murmur "Excuse me! We're passing through"
You both finally made it inside as you take your orders
Unbeknownst to you, a certain man on the other side is also drinking coffee
That's where all the noise coming from
A familiar laughter shoots through his core, oh boy, he felt weak in the knees as he heard it again
Despite the crowd being so loud, he still heard it
He thought was only hallucinating but he heard it yet again
Eddie turns around almost drops his cup of coffee as he shakily breathes
There you are with Alexis as you're about to leave as you take your coffee and a small paper bag
But, as soon as he gets up, the people are starting to get frenzy as the bodyguards couldn't handle the situation
He is stuck with all of the fans surrounding him
God, he is like fighting with his life at this very moment
He tries to walk ahead but no to avail as many people are dying to get close to him
Jeff and Gareth are politely telling people to give them personal space and to back off
They both follow their friends gaze as Jeff put hands over his head as Gareth eyes softens that he saw his girl again
"Please, don't leave!" He yells as he puts his hands on either side of his mouth as he shouts for your name
Making the crowd went completely silent, the rest of the people follow where he's staring at as you can hear the distant whispering
You froze as you stop your tracks to that voice
The voice that you thought you couldn't hear again
"They're here, I-I can't believe it!" Alexis sobbed as he saw Gareth who is teary-eyed
Eddie finally made his way over to you slowly as the people watch him, you're just about to turn around to face him
The second you looked at his eyes, your body shook that you can swear that Eddie can see it that you're nervous and confused
There's a unreadable expression on his eyes that you've never seen before
Maybe, you avoid yourself for letting him in, for staying in denial
But, the truth is, you still love him
"Hey, sweetheart, it feels so nice to finally see you again" He breathy laughs as he pulls up wide smile as his eyes goes all over your face
Your hair is different, shaggy haircut but still long, you're wearing a baggy long sleeve shirt as he can see the peek of your sports bra strap and denim skirt, a pair of sneakers but as always, you looked prettier on every kind of style
He had some changes too, I mean- he is always stylish but you didn't expect him to be even more confident, he wore a freaking mesh tee that you can see through his tattoos, he is so insane for wearing it and leather pants with boots
All you wanted to do is to throw yourself at him but you have a respect for yourself
You don't want him to give the satisfaction that he wants, so, you remained the wall that you build up
"Hello" you nod as you plastered a fake smile
His expression changes as he saw that you weren't pleased to see him again
But, then again, of course, why would you be happy
"Fucking tabloids" he thinks to himself
The swarming fans went wild as they tried to get to Eddie
Eddie jerks his head at the backdoor as you turn your head at it even you think if this was a bad idea to let him get into you again
Still, you want him to talk
The bodyguards blocked the way, so, both of you can have a privacy, you heard the people talking about you
"Who is the mystery girl?" As they all say
Alexis gave you an encouraging smile and a hug before she left you with him
She glares at Eddie who swallowed nervously
He tails behind your back as you went outside, he closes the door blurring out all the noise inside
He doesn't even know where to start as you wrap your arms around yourself ducking your head down, his hands are itching to touch you
"Uh, how are you?"
"I've been good" you lie, you missed him
He nods but if this painfully short conversation ends up like shit, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself, so-
"After that night" he brings it up, you get tensed as you look at his hopeful eyes
"I-I think I'm in love you" he said without a single trace of doubt on his voice
Your eyes are glistening to his confession but you take a step back at him as you slowly shake your head
"Eddie, y-you have a quite a reputation" you laugh in disbelief as you tried not to breakdown and cry Infront of him
Does that mean he felt the same way? Like you did?
He knows what you mean by that and he is never proud of it
He doesn't have anyone who looked at him in the way that you looked at him
They only want him because of his rockstar personality but you?
You're aware that he's a big artist in the industry but you treated him like he always wanted to be treated
Is to feel seen and you just interacted him not only he felt the connection but also spiritually
Meeting you was the best refreshing moments of his life
"That's all the in past now, please, I need you and I want you, can you just listen what I have to say?!"
"Are you doing this because you're already tired all of the girls that you have? Am I going to be one of them? No-"
"I tried to forget about you!"
He curses himself when he saw the hurt expression on your face
"I tried, I really really tried, I woke up in that morning and I don't even know what you did to me! I can't seem to get you out of my head!" He takes a step closer to you
"After that night, I don't know what to do with myself like how am I going to see you again?!"
That's how much he misses you? the tears well up in your eyes
Your chest tightens as he moves closer to you as he held both of your forearms
"I woke up every single morning and you're the only one who runs through my mind" he says to you very softly, a voice sounds so small and vulnerable
He cradles your cheek as swipes the fallen tear that runs down
You still haven't responded to him as he kept on going
"I'll give whatever you want, just say something, whatever you need, I'm going to give it to you and I guarantee that you'll be happy and I won't ever make you cry and feel hurt, we'll be together" he pauses as whispers the last line
"I-If that's what you want, if you'll have me" he rests his forehead against yours
"W-What a-about the girls?"
"Those days are over, baby, I only want you nothing more"
You quietly sniffle to his another confession as you look straight into his eyes
"And even you don't want me, I'll fucking die alone"
"Eddie- I"
"Also that night, I've never been with anyone else for so long that it feels like an eternity but when I met you, god, you change me, you put me on like I've never felt before and I still need more, I need you and I want you in my life permanently!"
It's true, his eyes fixed on you as he gauges for your reaction and verdict
"Sweetheart, I-"
You slam your lips over to his as he hums while kissing you back
Gosh, you both missed this
He cuts it off as he furrow his brows at you, looking at you in confusion
"Is that a yes?"
You let the happy tears fall as you hug him "Yes, Eddie, I love you"
You embraced him as you bury your face on his neck as you stand on your tippy toes
He sighs of relief as he carries you and circles you around as he pulls you back to kiss you once again
"I love you too so much" he says as you finally saw the glint of adoration on his eyes that you're terrified to see before
This time, he won't be worry not seeing you again
Because you'll stay forever with him on his side
Like you always wanted in the first place <3
#Spotify#eddie munson#stranger things 4#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson fic#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson fluff#eddie x fem!reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson supremacy#bruno mars#silk sonic#anderson paak#agirlwholovesrockstarsfics
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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
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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
#jjba#jojo no kimyou na bouken#jjba part 5#kitwrites#jjba smut#bruno bucciarati#bruno buccellati#leone abbacchio#guido mista#narancia ghirga#pannacotta fugo#giorno giovanna#jjba x reader#reader insert#gender neutral reader#n/sfw#n/s/f/w#bruno bucciarati x reader#leone abbachio x reader#mista x reader#narancia x reader#fugo x reader#giorno x reader#minors do not interact
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KINKTOBER
Day 3: Roleplay + Bruno Madrigal (Encanto)
Pairing: Bruno Madrigal/f!reader
Rating: Explicit
Word count: 1.5K
Warnings: Fingering, PIV sex, consensual dubcon (is that what you call it??), this is cringe I’m so sorry
A/N: Honestly just expect every fic to be rushed asf and/or slightly late because I have ten million things to do every day 😭😭 literally proofread this at 3:00 am
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You loved the Madrigals, you really did. Hell, you were married to one of them. But they could be a bit… overwhelming.
You and Bruno couldn’t even get a moment alone on your anniversary of all days, despite how much you tried. And oh, you tried, but you were constantly interrupted by people wanting to congratulate the two of you, wishing you happiness in your marriage and even giving you gifts. And when they threw a party for the two of you near the end of the day, you knew it would be late at night by the time you would get time alone. You appreciated it, of course, but all you really wanted to do was get in bed with your husband.
It was near midnight before you finally got to escape to your bedroom. After wishing everyone a good night and thanking them for everything, the two of you rushed to your room before anyone could interrupt again.
As soon as the door was locked he pulled you to him and kissed you. “Mierda, I thought we’d never get away,” he chuckled between kisses. “‘M sorry, mi vida. They mean well, it’s just…”
“Mm, I know. It’s sweet of them to do all of this for us,” you assured him, taking his hand and dragging him to the bed.
Bruno grinned as you pulled him onto the mattress with you, threading his fingers with yours as he laid next to you. “Yeah… I mean, it’s nice, but I’ve been dying to get alone all day,” he sighed, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.
You cupped his cheek in your hand. “Well we have now, don’t we?”
He nodded, climbing over you. “Yeah… gonna make up for all the time we lost today,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss at your neck.
“Y’know, I was thinking… maybe we could do something different tonight..?” you whispered back, slightly nervous about his reaction to what you’re about to suggest.
He leaned away to look at you, a small smile playing on his lips. “What is it?”
“Um… well…” you took a deep breath, trying to steel your nerves. “Have you ever heard of, uh… roleplay?”
He gave you a knowing smirk, leaning closer. “Yeah..?”
“Um. Well, I was thinking, maybe we could try it?”
He kissed you again, sweet and gentle. “Sounds fun. What’d you have in mind?”
“Well, I was thinking maybe you could play a thief breaking into my home or something..?” you suggested, still shy.
He nodded, fully paying attention, and you had no idea how he wasn’t laughing at you. You felt ridiculous for even mentioning it. “Okay,” he said. Simple, no judgement or amusement in his voice. You would even go so far as to say he sounded excited. “You sure you wanna do this?”
You nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure.”
“Alright then, let’s do it,” he agreed with a smile and a kiss to your cheek.
“You better have been telling the truth when you said your real gift is acting.”
You awoke to a thud from somewhere in your house. You sat up, rubbing your eyes. “Wha..?” you groaned to yourself, getting up to search for the source of the noise. You didn’t even get to the door before you found your answer.
You screamed when the man appeared in your doorway, and he quickly silenced you with a hand over your mouth.
“Shut. Up.” he seethed, grabbing you hard and pushing you back onto your bed. “You're gonna let me have my way, got it?”
You nodded wordlessly, too afraid to speak.
He nodded in return. “Good.”
You watched in terror as he went through your room, knocking things to the ground and searching your drawers.
“This real gold?” he asked, holding up a necklace he found on your dresser.
“Yes,” you said quietly, terrified of what he might do to you if you lied.
He hummed and pocketed the piece of jewelry, then turned to you, eyeing you up and down. "Mierda, you're pretty. I couldn't see you well before, but now that I've got a better view, I think I might take you too."
You felt a chill run down your spine at his words. Take you..? You weren't sure what he meant, and you didn't think you wanted to. He started walking towards you and you squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself for whatever he was about to do. What you didn't expect was for his hands to grip your wrists, pushing you back onto the mattress as he climbed over you. Your eyes flew open. "Sir..."
He grinned as you whimpered under him. "I'm gonna make a deal with you. You let me fuck you, I'll leave."
Your eyes widened at his proposal, a mix of fear and arousal swirling in your gut. "And if I don't?"
The man chuckled darkly, his grip tightening on your wrists. "I'll make sure there isn't a single valuable item left in this entire house. Your choice, cariña."
You gaze up at his eyes, now darkened with lust, weighing your options. Surely it would be easier to just let him do this... and you certainly couldn't afford to lose all of your possessions. "You can fuck me," you answered meekly.
"Yeah, that's what I thought," he growled, letting go of one wrist so he could unbutton his pants.
You whimpered involuntarily when his other hand left your wrist to slide up your shirt, running along the skin, "Dios, you're soft..."
"Please don't hurt me..." you whispered shakily as he moved his hands to the hem of your skirt.
"I won't," he assured you, sliding down your skirt and panties, surprisingly gentle. "All you gotta do is lay there and keep looking pretty."
You nodded, eyes wide as his eyes roamed your body, drinking you in. His fingers gently prodded at your entrance, and you hissed at the feeling of his cold fingers on your heat.
His eyes never left yours as two of his long, thick fingers slid into you, watching you writhe and gasp beneath him. "That's it, hermosa..."
The nickname only made you more aroused, gasping and panting as he crooked his fingers inside you. You couldn't believe you were aroused at all. He was stealing from you a moment ago, for God's sake. But you couldn't help it. He was handsome and so gentle with you, the opposite of what you had thought he would be. "Please, sir..." you moaned softly as that oh-so familiar pressure built up inside you.
"Mierda, you're easy, aren't you? I've barely even touched you," he admonished you, pumping his fingers faster.
He had you coming on him fingers in seconds, moaning loudly into the quiet of your room. "There you go, cariña..."
"Sir," you whined after you came down from your high. "Fuck me."
"Needy," he chuckled. "Thought you were afraid of me?" he asked as he slid down his pants, revealing everything the cloth was hiding, and wow, it was hiding a lot. There wasn't anything particularly remarkable about his dick, but it looked incredible, hard and leaking precum.
"I am." You really were. You just also happened to be incredibly turned on, and his cock standing at attention in front of you wasn't helping.
He hummed and notched his tip at your entrance, slowly pushing into you. "But you like it." He said it like it was a fact. And it was. You did like it.
You gasped at the intrusion, grasping at his shoulders as he slid into you. "Ohhh, fuck-" you moaned.
The man hissed above you, fisting his hands into the sheets. "Oh, mierda, that's good." He began thrusting into you, setting a slow pace that quickly gained speed as you got acquainted with the feeling of him inside of you.
"More," you whined, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts, pushing him deeper. "More, sir, please..."
He snaked one hand between your bodies, reaching to play with your clit. His fingers rubbing circles into the sensitive bud had you reeling, unable to focus on anything other than the pleasure rapidly building in you.
"You close?" he rasped, rubbing your clit faster as his thrusts grew erratic. "Want you to come with me, can ya do that, hermosa?"
You nodded, gasping as he speared you on his dick over and over again. "Mhmm."
A moment later he was spilling inside of you with a loud groan, and the feeling of him filling you up was what pushed you over the edge. You came hard, searing waves of pleasure running through your trembling body.
"Bruno..." you sighed as he collapsed on top of you. "Holy fuck."
"I know," he laughed breathlessly, pulling out of you and rolling onto his back.
You turned to him, resting an arm across his stomach. "Happy anniversary, Bruno."
"Happy anniversary, cariña."
#bruno madrigal#bruno madrigal x reader#encanto#bruno madrigal smut#encanto fanfic#fanfic#fanfiction#smut fanfiction#encanto smut#kinktober#kinktober 2023
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Bruno Needs A Spanking
Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x GN! Reader.
Summary: Denying Bruno Madrigal an orgasm includes...
Warnings: NSFW, Quite tame, Spanking, Edging, Mention of Asshole fingering and Blowjobs.
Writing Time: 10 minutes.
Word Count: 307.
Format: Kinktober Headcannons, Day 17.
A/N:
Short but it will be worth it. Enjoy! Not proofread. Here are my other Kinktober 2023 works.
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• It could of really been anything that made you feel like he deserved to be punished.
• He could of ate all the cheese, he could of left the toilet seat up, he could of left the door open...
• Didn't matter, you was always looking for a reason to punish him.
• And tbh Bruno was always trying to make you punish him.
• He loved being placed across your thighs stomach first and spanked till his cute little ass was burn and burning just as much as you did.
• It was just so cute.
• Bruno moaning and whining and crying and begging for mercy.
• Never failed to make arsoual shoot straight through you and into your underwear.
• And Bruno knew what he was doing.
• He wasn't as innocent as he looked.
• When he realised shit like leaving your door open after visiting you got him a spanking, he was doing it on purpose all the time.
• He knew if he apologised enough and stayed still for the whole punishment, he would be rewarded afterwards.
• Usually with a finger up his ass and/or a blowjob, whatever you felt like that day.
• Bruno's punishments were usually edging. You did it aiming to put him in pain as a deterrent from fucking around with you.
• But it wasn't really working.
• And good thing it wasn't, you both loved the edging so much.
• Bruno loved being your submissive little thing.
• And he loved his punishments a little too much.
#stitched#stitched talks#stitched mouth#stitched writes#stitched’s kinktober#kinktober 2023#kinktober#encanto smut#encanto#me encanta#la familia madrigal#the madrigals#bruno madrigal#bruno madrigal x reader#bruno madrigal smut
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How would Jotaro, Bruno, and Abbacchio react if they catch their female s/o getting off to porn?
MINORS DNI, nsfw under the cut!!!
(warnings - masturbation/mutual masturbation, afab reader, mentions of porn, jealous jotaro, sweetheart bruno, tease abbacchio, use of stands in a sexual context lol.)
i could see Jotaro being the jealous type in a scenario like that. he'd walk in to see you sprawled out on your bed and working your fingers on your cunt, without him. you watch his jaw drop and his eyes widen a bit - partially because he's enthralled at the sight of you like this, and partially because he really is jealous. he'd act tough about it, mumbling, "what the hell are you doing?" and leaving you to wonder if you're actually in trouble. either way, it doesn't change the fact that he's getting a boner, especially when he sees you have no plans of stopping anytime soon. he'll come to inspect your choice of video, and that's when it turns into a challenge for him. "you know i could fuck you better than that, right?"
it would be a nice surprise for Bruno. he's polite enough to ask if you'd like some privacy, but is excited to join you on the bed when you say you don't want any. he'd lay down next to you and plant gentle kisses on your face and neck, stroke your cheeks, and play with your hair while you moan at the feeling of your climax building. "Fuck, you're so pretty when you get like this," Bruno whispers, slipping his hand down the front of his own pants.
Abbacchio would walk in on you and immediately seize the opportunity to tease you. "horny?" "you really couldn't wait for me to get home, huh? you're that fucking needy?" nevertheless, he would really get off to it. he'd watch you intently. then, he'd replay the memory of you later on moody blues for himself when you aren't around to please him. who needs the internet to play some porn when your stand can do it for you?
thx for the ask anon!
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Ragazza Sporca 2.0
Your Capo... if only he was. The sad truth is that he’s your boss and good friend, and yet, he’s always on your mind as if he was your lover. Your heart yearns for him, but you're constantly forced to tell yourself It’d be inappropriate to cross the threshold of being your Capo's underling and friend. You've dealt with these difficult feelings for years now, and every day you’re left with a gaping hole in your chest. Though, you lose control over everything when Bruno knocks on your door at night asking for a favor.
❥ Labels & Warnings: 18+
Smut, Fluff, Masturbation, Teasing, Light humiliation, Praise, Dirty talk, Oral sex (receiving & giving), Vaginal sex, Creampie, Confessions.
This is a revision of my original work posted on AO3, Sept. 17, 2019.
Your Capo is the most caring and warm person to the ones around him, so how can you have not fallen for him? You were no different than the many drooling girls that lined up in the hopes of getting a date with the mafioso. Though you never pestered him about his schedule so you could score a date with him like others did, your feelings were much stronger than any girl that desired him. At some point, your sentiments for your boss grew so strong that you could never fathom being with anybody else.
Day by day, it was beginning to be challenging whenever you had to talk to Bruno or merely look at him. Your face would heat up when his oceanic eyes would land on you, and of course, Bruno being the most perceptive man you knew, caught on to your weird behavior. As time swelled, your feelings made it difficult to even be in his presence, and Bruno worried something was wrong on countless occasions whenever you didn't show up for a meeting. He's asked you into his office numerous times and asked if he ever did anything to upset you. You lied to his face so many times which was something you never did before, and it hurt, but it was only to protect how you really felt.
You tried tirelessly to push your feelings down in order to do your job for your Capo, but that was impossible. How could anyone hide their feelings for someone so compassionate, selfless, and loving? Bruno was not only such a warm person, but whenever he needed to do his job or protect someone, a ruthless and dominating man would emerge. His courageous ambitions alone inspired you in every aspect and made you want to be a better person. Everyone around him loved him.
It also didn't hurt how extremely gorgeous he was. One look was all it took to make anyone turn their heads with admiration for his beauty. Just the way he carried himself and the way he talked or even laughed was so graceful yet masculine which made everything all the harder to cope with. Sometimes he'd catch you staring at him for far too long, and would give you a lookover and smirk. There was a fine line between you two, one that you teetered over and he watched with amusement. Maybe he enjoyed your attention or maybe he was just naturally comfortable with you since he's been your friend for years, but he never looked like he didn't want you to check him out. In fact, there were times he did the same with you, although, you chalked it up to him being kind and not wanting you to be uncomfortable with getting caught ogling him. What you do know is that you absolutely had to stop this before you did something you'd regret.
And yet, every night you secretly let yourself go and satisfy your fantasies with the thoughts you stowed away in the day. The reveries you'd select from your memory like a delectable menu of salacious thoughts were the ones that'd control your body and fingers. Your voice was the fruit of your labor as your fingers would throw your body in thrashes across your bed. Your imaginings would entail him thrusting his long, thick fingers in your mouth as he spread your thighs apart with a smoldering look so hot it could burn you alive. Thoughts of him crawling on top of you with those built muscles of his sinuously twisting as he positioned himself at your entrance would send shivers down your spine. He'd whisper in your ear how pretty you were and then slowly penetrate you only to vividly groan against your ear. His deep voice would send vibrations through your chest as his own pecs lay on you, and once more his voice would intoxicate you with its perfumed words telling you what a good girl you were for taking all of him in.
And... shamefully, tonight isn't any different.
You lie on your bed, bare and writhing from your own hands with your head full of foulness. Wet circles spread across your clit by your fingers — the fingers you wish were Bruno's — and rough grasps prick the skin of your breasts with goosebumps as you try to simulate how he'd squeeze your mounds with his big hands. Small moans escape your mouth despite trying your hardest to be careful of who hears you in the tucked-away villa Bruno offered you to stay at. God, if only it were his deft fingers rubbing you instead and his mouth on your breast instead of your— suddenly, you hear a familiar knock at the door and your voice gets stuck in your throat. Your eyes shoot open and you scramble to sit up.
"U-uh, yeah, what is it?" You call out, wondering if you should cover yourself, but you know Bruno would never barge in.
"Bella, I’m sorry to bother you so late, but could you let me in?"
Your eyes shoot over to your alarm clock, 12:00 am. Just simply hearing his deep, melodic voice booming behind the door makes your body shiver. Gulping down, you start putting your clothes back on with jittery hands.
"W-wait just give me a second."
Why on earth would he be asking to come in at a time like this? Is it really just a coincidence or did he hear you?
Walking over to the door, you unlock it and open the door as normally as you can muster given how out of breath you are. Bruno immediately comes in and glances over at your messy bed, wondering if he ruined a relaxing time for you.
"Is everything okay? Did, did um, something happen?" You ask him, flustered as you quickly smooth your hair down.
"Yes, I'm okay, bella. I'm sorry for interrupting you," he says, confusing you.
Avoiding his eyes like the plague, you nervously laugh. "Oh no, you weren't interrupting anything," you innocently reassure him.
"I'm glad because I'd hate to burden you, but I'm afraid I have a favor to ask of you."
He's so sweet in not wanting to rely on others as people around him rely on him, and it makes you feel good whenever he does ask you for anything.
"Of course, I'll do anything for y— I mean, whatever I can do to help you in any way, I'll do it," you meekly say, cringing inside.
Bruno laughs at your adorableness, his eyes crinkling with a charming smile spreading on his handsome face.
"I was wondering if I could use your shower. Mine has been acting up lately, and I was going to ask Narancia, but he's fast asleep as are the others. I saw that your light was on so I thought maybe it's fine that I ask if it's not too much trouble?"
Your heart begins to thrum as he imploringly stares at you with his penetrating sapphire eyes. It's not like you can reject a man his deserved shower, and it's not like you wouldn't mind having him wash his soapy, naked body in your shower. The thought alone could keep your heart full for weeks.
"Oh, yes, of course," you laugh, swallowing the thick saliva that's accumulating in the back of your throat as your head goes in places you wish it wouldn't when you're right in front of your damn boss. "There's a fresh towel hanging next to mine on the rack — you'll know which one is mine because it's damp — and you can of course use my shampoo and body wash."
"Thank you, dolcezza," he muses smoothly while stepping toward your bathroom. "You're my lifesaver. I'll be fast, I promise."
Bruno disappears into the bathroom and you're left with his words circulating in your head. 'You're my lifesaver, you're my lifesaver, you're my—' you're his lifesaver. Clutching your chest, you bury your face in your pillow and squeal. Your heart feels like it could burst with that statement alone, but having him in your shower? Showering? Bathing? No, this has to be a dream. With your face smashed in your blankets, you pinch your arm before sitting up. You can hear the shower turn on and you wonder how he prefers the water temperature. Hot or cold? You're guessing hot since he does work those muscles day in and day out. They must be so tight after a long day of work, and you'd love to massage his body to alleviate any stress he carries back home. Your lips unconsciously spread into a goofy grin as you think about Bruno and all his little quirks. Kicking your feet, you wrap your arms around yourself and squirm around as butterflies invade your stomach.
Yes, it's all very innocent when a friend uses your shower, but he's not just a friend to you. He's also your boss and crush, though crush is an understatement, and him being your boss could very well be inappropriate if the situation was like any other. But it's Bruno, so all you can think about are the positives. Yet, you can't help but wonder if you were too loud. How is it that he came at such a perfect time? You really hope that wasn't the case because if so, you'll turn to stone right here and now.
You jump as you hear the bathroom door click open. Looking over your shoulder, you see Bruno emerge from the foggy bathroom and your heart stops altogether.
With a towel hanging dangerously low around his defined Adonis belt, his slim waist carries him like a Roman statue. It looks as though he's flexing his muscles, but he's totally relaxed even when your eyes are on him. The muscles under his tan skin are defined and taut as droplets of water traverse the dips of his pecs and abs. His usually smooth black bob is messy as he dries it with a small towel. Those distinctive oceanic eyes are glued on you, and his expression is far too ambiguous for you to discern. Is he mad? Is he lost in thought?
Bruno stalks over to your perched form on the bed and you instinctively avert your gaze as he approaches your front. Hovering over you in his half-naked form, he looks down at you with a suddenly formidable aura. Grasping your jaw, he tips it up and pulls it toward him while leaning down. Bruno's cerulean eyes are so intense it feels as though he's peering into your soul and you're cemented in place by them.
"Cara, why are you being so shy? Were you not moaning out for me earlier?"
You gawk at him and your body goes rigid as your biggest fear just came true. Of course, though, Bruno being the mischievous and teasing man he is chooses now of all times to bring it up once he's wet and delicious to catch you off guard.
Your mouth tries to turn into a smile to play this off, but it fails into a warped and stiff one. "W-what do you mean?"
Bruno's eyes wash over your lips before they veer back up to your eyes with a gleam in their fierce blues. "Was I at least on your mind when you touched yourself?"
"N-no, what? I wasn't—"
Cocking his head to the side, he has that mocking expression that makes your insides crumble.
"Now, now, you know better than to lie to me, yes?"
Bruno gingerly grabs your neck and turns it so your skin is bared for him. Shifting closer, the tip of his tall nose ghosts over the trunk of your neck and you audibly gulp. Attentively, Bruno licks a fat stripe up the side of your neck with the very tip of his tongue grazing your earlobe as it lifts off your skin. Stifling a moan, your face contorts with a rush of hormones hitting you.
"Mmm, I knew it. Sei una ragazza sporca," he nearly groans with a deep rumble emanating from his chest. (You're a dirty girl.)
Freezing you with the look he once gave Giorno on the train in Napoli, he interrogates you the same way. The scorching gaze is unbearable and it's hard to keep eye contact with Bruno like this, but with his demanding hold on your neck, you can’t help but comply even when your thighs are rubbing together.
"I'm sorry, Capo. I just..I—"
"You what? You like to imagine your Capo touching you?"
"No!" You’re quick to deny it with embarrassment overwhelming you.
"'No?'" Bruno repeats and gives you a scolding look of dismay.
"Then why are you squirming before my very eyes?" Bruno asks with a sharp tongue, scooting his lips closer to your quivering ones. "I didn't even have to test you to know that you're lying, carina. You're as guilty as can be."
Your fearful eyes creep up his face and your eyelashes flutter at him, and that's when he really can't take it anymore. Slowly, he eases his plush pout onto yours with so much passion, it makes you moan. Groaning into the kiss he's been dying to give you, he lets go of your mouth faster than you'd like. There's lust ridden in his eyes and they're hooded with his long eyelashes casting over his high cheekbones. Holding out your chin, he inspects your face by gently turning it from left to right before shifting to give you a kiss on the cheek, and you make a noise that quirks his lips into an amused grin.
"You're so sensitive, bella. I loved hearing how desperate your voice was all those nights when you wanted me to touch you, to kiss you, to fuck you."
Squeaking out with a whine, your insides clench so hard it's borderline painful. Bruno, your Capo, your boss, has heard what you've done on multiple occasions?! Soused in heat, you don't know whether to be turned on by what he said or by the fact that he listened in on you masturbating and didn't say anything this whole time. Bruno is just so gentlemanly and possibly vanilla, but this carnal side makes sense given his career in such a stressful and nefarious world.
Bruno snakes his hand from your jaw to the back of your neck and cradles it before kissing you fervently, effectively blasting away any thoughts you have. You moan into the kiss as his tongue slips across the inner flesh of your lips, and you fully accept him inside your mouth. Feverish like he's on fire with his own pent-up feelings blistering out, the kiss burns you alive. The way he smooches you conveys just how much he's been longing for you, and it makes you utterly dizzy. What is even happening right now?
Detaching from your lips, he openly skims his mouth across your jaw and stops in the middle of the bone to suck on it. Easing his way down your neck, your light whimpers torture him and he has to fight the urge to rip everything off of you and sink his cock right into your sopping wetness. Still holding your neck, his possessive nature makes you fidget with glee. Bruno makes you feel like you're already his in his attentive yet greedy hands.
"Carina, I’ve been wanting to do this for so long," he confesses between his attacks on your neck. (Cutie.) "You're not alone in dipping into bad thoughts. Each night, I imagine how you would react when I touch you here—" Bruno grasps your waist before his large hand slides up your ribs, his thumb brushing the underside of your clothed breast.
You gasp and instinctively back away, his other arm bracing your back and sitting next to you as close as humanly possible.
"May I?" He whispers in your ear, his voice deep and guttural laced with a saccharine tone.
Nodding, you release the breath you've been holding. "Yes," you breathe, squeezing his broad shoulders. "You can do whatever you want, Bruno."
"Hm, what an eager girl I have on my hands," he softly teases before melting his lips on your mouth like honey.
Bruno glides his hand upward and cups your breasts through the thin material of your pajama top and soon realizes you're without a bra. He hisses and ends it with a groan as your nipples harden under his long fingers, his cock angrily twitching under his towel. Caressing your mounds, he squeezes them with rapacious pressure as his hands are far more substantial than your own. You feel like clay under his hands as you give way to his molding touch, finally getting what you always fantasized about.
"Tell me, what do you think about when you touch yourself?"
Oh, how he loves toying with you and seeing you squirm under his intent gaze.
Inhaling sharply, you look away. "I-I think about many things."
Bruno can't help but smile at you. "You're imaginative, I gather?"
You sigh, knowing he's messing with you. Of course, you have to be imaginative when you could never approach him. Pecking your temple, he lays off your breasts and embraces you in his arms.
"You and I both know what I'm asking for, yes?" He asks you with his face nuzzled in your neck.
You sigh and nod, ready for what's to come.
"So," he starts off with a confident lilt. Smooching the skin just below your earlobe, he then moves to kiss your ear. "Why don't you tell your Capo how much of a filthy girl you are?" He rasps right in your ear, the cadence of his Italian accent visceral.
You whine before your voice turns into a full-on moan as he sucks at the juncture of your neck and shoulder.
"Bruno," you sigh as he continues to give your skin a harsh suck. "Why?"
"I want to hear it from these pretty lips," he says against your flesh while indenting the swell of your bottom lip with his thumb.
You never knew he'd be this good at seducing you as your head reels with extreme lust.
"I... imagine y-you touching me."
"Where?"
"Here," you say, guiding his hand to one of your breasts and he yields to palm it.
"Do you want me to touch this again?"
"Not just that... I want your mouth there, too."
To say Bruno is quite pleased with your answer would be an understatement as his cock leaks with a newly formed bead of precum. Humming, he stares at you while letting his hands fall to the hem of your top before he pulls it up your bare torso. With your top half now naked before your Capo's ravenous, blue eyes, he gently pushes you down on your back and gets on top of you. Pawing at both of your breasts in his big hands, he gropes them and twists both of your nipples with avid interest. The warmth from his hands blooms over your flesh like fluttering butterflies carrying ecstasy in their wings.
"You're so beautiful that I can't help but be greedy with you," he breathes heavily over your lips. "I want you to myself, all night long."
Large and hungry, his hands stretch as wide as they can get as they're wanting all of your flesh in their captive cages. With your head thrown back, you're unable to realize Bruno's gorgeous face is moving closer until his hair tickles the crest of your breasts. His tongue curls out and it immediately runs a circle around one of your stiff buds before he takes it into his mouth and encases it with his full pout. Your flesh is warm and soft yet hard as he plays with your pert nipple. Bruno happily plays with your breasts with enthusiasm, tasting you as if you were candy. Scrunching his brows, he can feel more of his precum dribble out of his pulsing cock and it makes the Capo shake with anticipation.
Bruno's craving tongue is hot and eager over your breast as it swirls around before flicking your nipple and sucking it into his mouth. He licks your nipple within the tight capture of his lips, and he bites it as he watches you thrash under him like you can't bear the pleasure. The slickness between your legs has gone past the point of no return as it's now dripping down your inner thighs. Catching your other nipple with his free hand, he rolls it with pleasure.
"Mm, please," you mindlessly mew.
"Hmm? What is it, cara?" His question drives his wet lips to move across your pebbled nipple.
"I want more, I want you."
Bruno chuckles at how needy you've become now that you've gotten a taste of what he can do to you. Popping off your now reddened nipple, he turns his gracious attention to your neglected one and washes it with keen concentration.
"Then tell me where else you fantasize your Capo touching you. Show me everything, amore. Let me see what I've been missing."
You moan at his words and you guide his hand down your stomach until it’s at the waistband of your shorts.
"Please," is all you whisper out as your hands shake.
Bruno stands up at the edge of the bed and grips the sides of your shorts and pulls them off your legs with his eyes glued to your face. Flicking his vision to your panties, he unfurls your legs and silently gulps at how completely sodden the fabric is. Taking a thigh in hand, he bends at the hip and runs a thumb up your visibly swollen clit over your underwear. You arch your back and cry out, your hips jerking away.
"Bruno," you gasp, making the Capo's eyes snap over to you.
"You're so lovely, dolcezza. I love the way you react when I tease you."
Hooking brawny arms around your thighs, Bruno kneels on the floor while pulling your ass over the edge of the bed. Gasping, you try to hide his vision with your hands.
"Don't," he warns with steadfast eyes.
Inhaling, your brows knit and you reluctantly let him continue. Softening his expression, he examines the soaked fabric keeping him away from your delectable inner parts. Bruno ducks and leisurely runs his tongue up your clothed pussy, making you wantonly moan before you shield your mouth. He kisses your clit and lowers his mouth to prod your covered entrance with his tongue where most of your slick has accumulated. Viscous and dangerously hot, his eyes roll back as he lets his tongue taste the flavor that soils your panties. You've ruined your underwear to the point where the fabric is completely slippery and allows Bruno's lips and tongue to just glide over you.
With his sharp nose nuzzled against your clit, he drags a deep inhale and salivates as your scent intoxicates him. Balmy, his sinewy hands sink into the ample flesh of your thighs while getting drunk off your pussy's aroma, his thumbs veering upward past the flexed tendons in your inner thighs. Mouthing at your entrance with his plump lips, he soaks the material with his drool and presses his expert tongue into your folds. Your lips separate and push out of your panties from the sides, and Bruno can't help but crack a toothsome smile. The corners of his curled mouth slither over your naked outer lips as his tongue squishes your slit, playing with you until your hips can't stop moving. The saturated cloth forms your shape, giving Bruno a detailed yet hidden idea of how you look like.
Lust clouds his brain and all he can think about is you and your succulent pussy. Bruno is powerless when he's so pussy drunk. His head is mixed with a flurry of licentious thoughts, but one particular fantasy keeps coming to mind. The reverie is one of his favorites and entails him cramming dick underneath your panties and grinding into your sweetness before pinning the gusset to the side and penetrating you. But as much as he wants to do vile things with just your panties alone, he lets out a sigh and ceases his tongue. Roughly, he removes your underwear and places his hands back on your inner thighs like magnets. Perfectly nude before him, the expanse of your skin is like a feast he's more than ready to devour. You whine and look away as he thumbs you open to get a good look at your dripping pussy. Marveling at you, he groans at how impossibly wet you are. Bruno has a fair amount of experience and not even once has he seen anyone so soaked like this before.
"You’re so wet, tesoro. You're leaking everywhere and making a mess. You feel it, no? And to think you were quiet about having this delicacy waiting for me."
Slowly, he flattens his tongue at your entrance, and with his eyes trained on you, he licks the entirety of your pussy from hole to clit. Your features twitch with bliss stilling you as you stare at him. Leisurely ribboning his tongue across your clit, he moves it from side to side and delivers jolts of pleasure right through your spine and through every limb. You swivel your hips and jerk into his mouth, but he holds you down harder. Gripping the sheets while Bruno licks your pussy as if he’s having his first meal in days, you try to get a grasp on the situation but it's incomprehensible.
"Adoro il sapore della tua figa," he drones as his lips glide against your slippery folds. (I love the taste of your pussy.)
Bruno delves deep into your wetness, his tongue tracing circles around your tight hole until it slips inside. Your eyelids shoot open and you throw your head back with your fingers carding through his raven locks. He grunts, understanding this is where he belongs as you tug his hair and your legs fluctuate from spreading open and suffocating him. And Bruno wouldn't mind dying like this if it meant drowning in your cunt.
Savoring how you clench around his tongue, he pulls it out to ferally lap your clit with determination to make you cum hard. Your moans pitch higher and higher, signaling your orgasm is just over the horizon. Bruno sinks two thick fingers inside your pussy, groaning at the plush resistance while his tongue is still at it with your clit. The second his agile fingers curl and push a zone within you, you unexpectedly unravel from that motion alone. Squeezing his fingers with your rippling walls, you wail out and shake with violent tremors plaguing your body. Bruno's mouth slobbers over you as he's completely in awe by how sexy and beautiful you are when you're climaxing. Just watching you ride the waves of bliss could make the Capo cum.
With tears glossing your eyes, you let go of his hair as you come down from your unimaginable high. Blinking away tears, you see Bruno resting on his haunches looking like he's at his wit's end. His cock strains against his towel and it lifts the heavy fabric up, tenting it. The outline of his size is fuzzy yet still definable through the thick material, showing just how rock-hard he is. You swallow hard as his lithe body arches over you to give you an impassioned kiss on the lips. Snaking his tongue between your lips, he offers you a taste of yourself and your ears go hot. Is this the taste he savored so much?
Gradually breaking his all-encompassing kiss with a drunken smile, his eyes smooth over you with their misty appearance. Your head is fuzzy and you're starting to think this is all a dream, but it's not as your hands slide down his sculpted abs. Bruno is realer than ever and right in front of you, ready to unite your body with his. His muscles flex with your touch and completely tighten the lower your hands traverse the knots in his hard torso. Your fingertips brush over a prominent vein of his that guides you to where Bruno really wants you: his erection.
Exhaling audibly, his sapphires are locked on your dreamy face, and his heart soars when you look up at him through your lashes. Heavy and wanting, your eyes captivate him wholly, but then he feels your hands fiddle with the fold in his towel and breaks eye contact. Bruno's Adam's apple bobs, swallowing hard as you reveal his aching virility. With his eyes flickering between your face and your hand, he gauges your delighted reaction. Bruno is humble in everything he owns, yet, seeing how overjoyed you are with his size makes his ego fly through the roof. Standing tall and curved, your Capo is much bigger than you expected. His heavy cock looks painful with its deep rosy color at the aching and leaking head, and it makes your mouth water. Though you caught a sneak peek through the towel, it was nothing compared to how big he really is. He's not only thick but also long, though not long enough to be a painful cervix breaker.
"Bruno," you breathe in as a bead of precum drips down the side of him.
The desperate look in your eyes taunts him and makes him want to demolish you. Quickly latching his lips to yours, he dominates your mouth with heated zeal. Although devoted to his kiss for you, he shatters it with a groan when you wrap a hand around his girthy shaft. Your voice gets stuck in your throat as his slimy precum spreads under your palm, giving you the opportunity to stroke him with ease. Slowly pumping his veiny cock, you delicately cup one of his balls with your other hand, and he viciously grunts from the sensitivity.
"Don’t tease me, cara," he warns and grabs your wrists, and pulls you away from him.
Bruno lifts you up and positions you on all fours on the bed in front of him and his beating cock. You watch his dick bob in the air as he stands before you, letting you soak in all of his glory. Gathering your hair with a hand, he takes his cock by the base with another and rubs his delicate frenulum across your wet lips.
"Hai fantasticato di succhiarmi?" He questions you with a husky cadence in his charged voice. (Have you fantasized about sucking me?)
"Yes, Capo."
Bruno inhales shakily at the pet name, and there's a twinge that rifles through his cock.
"Allora fallo," he orders like the true Capo that he is. (Then do it.)
Opening your mouth as wide as it can go, your velveteen cavern swarms the head of his cock in pleasant warmth. You try and take all of him in at once and descend your mouth down his length as far as it can go, but it's too hard. Bruno cracks out a moan at your eagerness to please him as you try your best to pet the swollen underside of his dick with your tongue even though your mouth is obviously too full. Tightening his grip on your hair, he starts rocking himself into your mouth at a steady pace. Inching himself deeper and deeper, the end of his bulbous tip hits your throat, and you gag. With his mouth falling open, he can't hold back his animalistic craving to hear you gag over and over. Bruno's hands shift across your head and your pussy involuntarily clenches knowing what he's trying to do.
"You suck your Capo well," Bruno coos with a rasp, flanking the sides of your face in his hands. "I bet you did this about a hundred times in your head, no?"
You gurgle and choke around his cock in response, your body twitching as your gag reflex fights for control. With his thumbs resting on your temples, the rest of his fingers seam themselves in your hair as he locks your head in his big hands. Left completely caged in, you're vulnerable to your Capo's mercy. Bruno can't lie, he gets off on the fact that you're his subordinate and he's your boss with a power dynamic that's palpable. But whether he's your boss or not, he'd still want this control over you.
"Ti piace avere il cazzo del tuo Capo nella tua bocca avida?" Bruno groans, beguiled by your explorative tongue. (Do you like having your Capo's cock in your greedy mouth?)
The vibrations of your responsive moan make him shiver, riling up the mafioso even more. Shifting his hips back, Bruno thrusts in your mouth and instantly breaches the tightness of your throat and groans as you gag over the head of his engorged cock. You think he's going to pull out, and he does, but he only lets himself out about an inch before going in and making you gag once more. Repeating himself, he fucks your throat and mouth, making you gag each time he hits your throat. Oh, how he loves hearing you slurp his dick, and how he obsesses over you gagging on him.
Tears start brimming your eyes before they free themselves past your eyelashes and down your cheeks as Bruno maintains his cock in your throat. Resolved to satisfy him, you concentrate on breathing and wait for him to pull out. Being used in such a way makes your pussy spasm with need, a need for him to bury his long dick right into you. You feel his base jerk one, then two, then three times before he slides out of your mouth with a nasty string of saliva connecting you to his shiny cock.
"Che brava ragazza sei," he praises with much regard. (What a good girl you are.)
Taking your chin, he kisses you hard. You get lost in his kiss so much so that you're like a melted candle in his arms as he maneuvers you on your back once more. The bed dips with his weighted knees on either side of your hips, his strong thighs pushing your legs up and out to make way for him. Bruno parts from the kiss and cradles your cheeks with his hands while his cock brushes past your clit. He mimics your gaping mouth as he keeps pressing his shaft against your pussy, enthralled by the heat below his shaft. Repeating the same motions, he coats his dick with your nectar until vile squelches fill the air. Your entrance pulses underneath his girth, begging him to load you up in one go.
Mewling his name in a shrill voice, you dig your nails into his muscled back as you pull him closer. "I want you, please, right now," you desperately beg.
"Sono stato così disperato per te," he breathes, letting his blistering blue eyes fall down your beautiful body until they observe your glassy folds repeatedly splitting around his cock. (I've been so desperate for you.)
Bruno takes your breath away with his admission. "Really?"
"Sì, ever since I laid eyes on you, mia dolce ragazza," he whispers in your ear. (My sweet girl.)
Bruno runs the very tip of him down your entrance and carefully penetrates the tight barrier, melting the two of you into one. You whine as your elastic walls stretch to accommodate his immense proportion. Kissing your forehead as a reward for enduring the pain, he soothes you as he struggles to inch in deeper. It hurts and burns, but the fullness he brings is otherworldly and turns the pain into sweet elation. The second Bruno reaches halfway inside you, he retracts and feels your walls cling to him before he opens you back up by sinking into you again. His eyes roll back as he persists in unfurling your pussy from the inside, his throbbing cock spearing your taut walls with perseverance. Grabbing your waist, he huffs before finally bottoming out and growling with a clenched jaw.
"Sei così stretto, mi sta facendo impazzire," he sneers, his fingers indenting your flesh around your waist and hips. (You're so tight, it's driving me crazy.)
Your dewy insides hug him in a snug embrace as if you were made for him, turning the mafioso into some sort of creature for desire. Bruno is unable to fully grasp the staggering sensations you drown him in and struggles to keep his sanity in check. He's never felt so good in his life before, even when partaking in the sins of the flesh as this is on a different level than anything he's used to. You're enveloping Bruno in a bestial disposition.
"Cazzo," he sighs under his breath, struggling to restrain himself from fucking you until you're screaming and crying and too ruined for anyone else.
"You're really," you wince as he slides out. "Big."
"Hmm, I never knew," he teases sarcastically with a wolfish grin.
Thumping his way back into you, his pelvis meets your bottom with a light smack, its perfumed melody alighting both of your ears in flames. Bruno grabs one of your thighs and hikes it up on his hip, caressing the bottom of it as your other leg locks around his slender waist. With his magnetic blues fixated on you, he commences a deep, languid, and eager tempo.
"La tua figa è stupefacente." (Your pussy is amazing.) "You're amazing," he lovingly compliments you, his expression so adoring it makes your heart skip several beats.
Bruno smiles wholeheartedly when your pussy squeezes him, knowing you're touched by his words.
"Do you know how beautiful you are, carina?" He asks, wanting to stir your heart even more while he mixes your insides with zero effort.
Shyly meeting his eyes, your hands travel down the deep line in the middle of his back. His strong muscles shift under his warm skin every time he moves, waving like the sea he loves so much.
"You are," you simply reply, savoring the hot skin of his waist and hips that constantly brush your inner thighs as he fucks you.
"There's not a single person that could compare to you," he utters, capturing you in his vision.
Too blissed out to respond, you do so with a loud moan. Bruno watches you writhe beneath him just like he has in his dreams. Laid out and naked before him, your breasts bounce with his passionate, rolling hips and your face contorts as he pleasures your body in the most perfect of ways.
"Every night I imagine fucking you like this, and wonder how you would look if you were full of my cock," he murmurs. Lowering his face to your neck, he kisses you there before repeating with your earlobe. "I'm not disappointed in the slightest. Not when you look perfect with me inside you," he flatters in your ear, his voice so hoarse that it thunders through you.
Your lower body involuntarily jerks in response to his words, making the Capo grunt. Clasping his hands on the back of your thighs, he pins them to the bed and venerates the stretching pump his cock glides into you with. Your pussy incessantly swallows him whole with your labia opening wide around him. Salivating, he wishes he could fuck and eat you out at the same time with his greed driving his thoughts. With a sneer to his full mouth, he pounds into you and makes the bed shift with his emphatic motions. You gasp and pant, clutching onto him for dear life while he blooms heat through your body.
"I think you're being too loud, cara," he says in a taunting tone. "We don't want to wake everyone up now do we?"
Your walls clamp down on him and he smirks devilishly.
"Or do you?"
"No," you sigh, biting your lips together to quiet yourself.
Bruno's plump lips twitch into a wicked grin, determined to crack you open. Withdrawing until his tip is barely in you, he rams himself back in you with a loud smack and shriek emitting from your lips. You immediately see stars and you scramble to cover your mouth, helplessly silencing yourself.
"You just can't be quiet, can you? So cute," he says impudently while railing you as hard as you deserve.
Your toes curl and your limbs stiffen around him, and it proves difficult to keep your mouth shut even with the physical barrier of your hand. Bruno's rigid pelvis and toned thighs slap against your body, mingling with the other lascivious sounds that fill the room and bounce off the walls. It's surprising no one has banged on your wall at this point. Though it'd be awkward if someone were to hear both of you coalescing, Bruno is quite absorbed by the fact that you can't shut up even one bit. Releasing your thighs, he instead pushes them upward with his arms by palming the bed with his hands. The position has him closer and now you can get an ever better look at him while he drills into you with undying vigor.
"Ti piace guardarmi mentre ti scopo?" He goads you with a curled grin. (Do you like watching me fuck you?)
Your mouth hangs open with drool threatening to dribble down your chin, your endless arousal once again fanned by his exquisite comments. Your eyes snap down to your connection with your Capo's body, regarding the way his solid girth extends your folds past his gouging shaft. Bruno earnestly joins you in watching, the breadth of his tongue watering from the different perspective he has of the two of you. With his line of sight, he's able to see your entirety in far greater detail. Your folds glisten and stretch wider with the thicker part of his cock entering and exiting you, your aching hole repeatedly going from empty to expanding.
"I love seeing your small pussy swell over me each time I bury my cock in you," Bruno murmurs, shifting his hands higher up on the bed and forcing your hips to lift before hitting you at a different angle.
You sputter in the back of your throat as the pressure inside your womb abruptly amounts to such a degree of pleasure it's violently ripping a shrill voice out of you. Bruno's shaft drags through your gummy walls with vehemence and presses each and every spot within you with gracious speed and delicious force.
"Shut me up, please," you beg him with tears in your eyes.
Amused by your plea, he grins down at you and throws your legs over his shoulders to fold you in half under his muscular and heavy body. He places a hand over your mouth with his pinky below your nose and his face dangerously close to yours as if he's studying you like a specimen.
"As much as I want to hear that pretty voice of yours, amore, you're being a noisy girl," he utters.
Bruno grunts, your pussy squeezing him in response to him.
"La tua piccola fica continua a soffocarmi il cazzo, dolcezza." (Your little cunt keeps choking on my cock.) "Your throat is no different than this, hm?" He coos while clasping a big hand around your throat to make a point.
Your body dances with pleasure for him as he hotly scowls down at you with his own desire and lust filling him to the brim.
"You're so kind for rewarding me with that loud, immoral voice of yours," he lilts, his accent becoming thicker with each word just like his cock is with each pulsating lunge.
"One would think you're a shameless woman with such erotic moans," he goads you, fanning the fires inside you. "Devi davvero amare il cazzo del tuo capo, no?" (You must really love your Capo's cock, no?)
Tears cascade down your cheeks and his hands as your impending climax is starting to drive you mad. With such a gorgeous sight below him, his grip on your mouth tightens with his fingers digging into your cheek's flesh. There's now a permanent wrinkle in between his eyebrows, and that alone shows just how much he's enjoying himself. Absolutely immersed in you, he can't soften any of his features and put a facade on as he's deep in the trenches of rapture. Swallowing thickly, he knows his end is near.
Bruno lets your legs down and he bends to seize one of your nipples with his lips and tongue. He loves how you moan earnestly, relishing the vibrations that your voice makes under his hand. Sucking your nipple, his tongue washes over it and you're almost on the very edge of snapping. Detaching from your nipple, there's a line of spit following his bottom lip as he gazes up at you while switching to your other nipple. With the sensation of his cock impetuously driving into your saturated pussy, he confines you with one arm under your back while still covering your mouth. Encircling your arms around his neck, you struggle to breathe with his hand covering your mouth and his body drilling into yours. Canting his hips at an angle that has him positioned slightly above you, he hits a sweet spot you never knew you had and you shudder and shriek in his hand. Clenching his teeth, he hisses as his slapping balls tighten and his cock swells with more blood; the feeling of your pussy pulsating on him engulfs him in rhapsody. Your walls hug him tighter than ever, and he knows your orgasm is imminent.
"Right there, dolcezza? La tua figa vuole il mio cazzo proprio qui?" Bruno punctuates his statement with a particularly rough thrust. (Does your pussy want my cock right here?)
"Mmmh!" You cry, your nails raking his back as your depths refuse to let him reel back his cock.
Bruno is unyielding in his hammer-like lunges, yet his tempo has changed from meticulous thrusts to sloppy crashes. Statuqesue curves billow in his working muscles, his warm skin rising with goosebumps as his end is near. Ripping his hand from your mouth, he palms your face with your ear between his thumb and index finger and weaves your mouths together. The two of you exchange moans in the open-mouthed kiss, your tongues intertwining as Bruno drills you into the rocking bedframe.
"Sto per venire, tesoro. Verrai per me?" He rasps in your mouth, his spit-slicked lips slipping across your wet mouth. (I'm gonna cum, darling. Will you cum for me?)
You frantically nod and his hands dig into the flesh of your hip and back as he uses your body as leverage to make you fuck him back. You roll your pelvis into him and he growls, his nails creating crescent marks into your back as he cradles and carries it. His jaw hangs open and his darkened blue eyes are steadfast on you, openly groaning as he falls over the precipice, and that smoldering expression alone makes you cum hard. Casing your mouth with his, he stifles your scream with a fierce kiss that hardly lets you breathe.
Both of your bodies' visceral responses swallow each other whole. Bruno's shaft twinges as torrents of semen erupt from it and coat your insides while continuously fucking you with all his might, sloshing your liquids together in a lecherous amalgamation. Milking his beating cock with your clinging, viscid bounds, you draw out copious amounts of Bruno's delicious release. Shivers run down your spine as you can't control your body's muscle spasms with otherworldly euphoria bludgeoning you. Bruno's searing-hot base jerks with up and down motions and gradually slows along with your throbbing walls.
There's a trickle of liquids between the bond of your tired bodies, but the two of you can only focus on the dull pulse that's waning. Bruno is languid with his minute thrusts as globs of his release ooze out of you. Absolutely satiated and full of him, you lie mollified on the bed while he eases off you. Bruno smiles at you before pecking your lips and petting your hair, high on cloud nine from your acceptance of him. His eyes shoot down to your coupling and he sucks in air through his pearly whites and retracts from your molten heat. Your stretched skin glides back off him and he admires the hue of your tender flesh as it drools of his thick ejaculate.
Whining from the emptiness inside of you, you pout at him. Bruno chuckles in response but is hypnotized by the sight before him. Tilting his head as if he were inspecting a work of art, he takes his index and middle finger to split your bathed folds, and more globs of his cum flood out. He hums with delight and scoops some of the white fluid with his fingers before bringing it up to your mouth. Receiving his offer without reflection, you eagerly stick your tongue out for him, and he gracefully makes you taste him.
"Come assaggio?" He asks with a simper, keeping intense eye contact with you. (How do I taste?)
Sucking his fingers as they leave your mouth, you swallow his release and smile. "Delicious."
Bruno laughs and smooches your cheek. Taking a piece of your hair, he rolls it thoughtfully before putting it back behind your ear and beaming at you with splendid satisfaction.
"Well, was I everything you imagined?" He asks you with the most gorgeous smile a man could have. "I know my dreams were a pale comparison to the real thing."
You turn bashful by Bruno's thoughtful words and teeter your own remarks.
"Y-yes. Possibly, more than I could have ever imagined, really."
Resting his forehead against yours, he pushes you down with his tall nose pressing past the side of your nose and into your cheek.
"Smettila di essere così adorabile. Otherwise, I'll have to ravage you again," he growls. (Stop being so adorable.)
A silent gasp escapes you. "What if I want that?"
A sardonic laugh blows out of his nose. "You don't know what you're asking for, dolcezza," he says, nuzzling your cheek with his.
"No, really," you back away and sit up on your knees to lean into him.
Bruno's expression turns serious with his features relaxed yet stern. "I said stop. Unless you want me fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk or sit down."
You gasp and relent, lying back down. Amused, he sighs a laugh and grabs your hand before kissing the palm of it.
"Let me get you something to clean you up, mio dolce." (My sweet.)
Kissing your temple, Bruno gets off the bed and goes into the bathroom to dampen a washcloth. You sit patiently for him until he comes walking back with zero shame for being in his birthday suit and still being rock-hard. Avoiding eye contact, you scoot over to the end of the bed. He offers you his hand and you take it to stand, but you can barely do so without your legs wobbling.
"Here," Bruno coos, seizing your arms and putting them around his skinny waist. "Reggimi." (Hold me.)
Doing as he says, you cling to him while he gently wipes you down. You're so much smaller than him that he has to bend quite a lot to reach the areas of your sensitive parts.
"Just a little longer, carina," he muses with a sweet, tender tone.
Finishing up by folding the washcloth to a clean side, he gives your swollen lips one last pat before standing up.
"You didn't have to, but thank you."
Carding a hand through your hair, he tosses the cloth in a hamper in the corner of the room.
"Of course, cara. I want to. You honored me with your body and I made a mess out of it, so it's only natural I clean my mess."
Your heart soars and that's when the heaviness of the situation dawns on you. Though you want to discuss what's going on, you'll leave it for tomorrow when your head is less fuzzy.
Bruno effortlessly scoops you up into his arms and lays you back onto the bed before sliding in next to you with the blankets being pulled over the two of you. Humming with contentment, he snuggles against your soft body as he silently remarks how your skin feels like silk chiffon.
"Bruno," you call out.
Those vivid sapphires gaze at you, and a thick eyebrow raises.
"Is your shower really broken?"
Staring at you, he cracks a huge, guilty smile.
"Bruno!" You admonish him, gently shoving him as he starts laughing. "Who's the dirty one now, huh? My very own Capo!"
"A man must do what he must," he hums, wrapping his arms around you. "Regardless of what position he's in."
Scoffing with a laugh, you look at him incredulously. "And what is it that a man must do?"
"To make the one he desires fall for him," he answers you, his gorgeous blue eyes sparkling like you're a jewel he's treasuring.
"I... I never knew you felt that way," you gulp. "I could have never imagined my Capo having those feelings for me."
Your tone saddens him and he sits up, his pecs on display as the blanket slithers down his sinewy abs.
"Amore," he starts, swallowing hard.
He sighs and looks away and it surprises you. Is he nervous?
"I have very strong feelings for you," he admits, taking your hand and sandwiching it between his. "If I didn't, I would have never done something so improper of a Capo."
Your heart nearly sinks at the word 'improper' and your expression falters, but he shakes his head.
"What I mean is, I never want to put you in a place where you felt overpowered by me because of my position. So, that's why I never pursued you," he says, rubbing your fingers with his bigger ones. "Do you understand now?" Bruno asks you beseechingly, his eyes scavenging your face for any answers.
You take his hand that's been fiddling with your own and you press it against your cheek, twinkling at him. "I do."
"Mia ragazza, you're sweeter than anything in this world," he coos lovingly before stealing a blazing kiss from you. (My girl.) "Ti amo," he says in a barely-there whisper across the swell of your lips, his glazed-over eyes peering down at you through long lashes. (I love you.)
The words spilled out of his mouth like honey and you're left speechless.
"I know it's sudden, but don't feel like you have to—"
"I love you, Bruno. I always have... and I think you've known that."
Chuckling against your lips, he smirks. "I did."
Bruno blends his luscious lips with yours, his tongue seeking your own to savor you. Shifting atop you, he lies between your legs with his neverending erection pressing into your inner thigh while controlling the assertive kiss. Bruno encapsulates you in his warmth as he's still completely stripped and completely clinging to you like glue. Moving his head to the side, he deepens the kiss even more and bathes your tongue with his in wet curls. You moan his name and he hums before peppering wet kisses down your neck. He takes one of your thighs and brings it up, fastening it to his waist before slowly grinding into the fresh moisture between your legs. It's intrinsic for him to automatically search for your heat, wanting to always be close to you. In the back of his mind, there's an annoying voice telling him to stop and let you rest, but he can't. Not when you've both confessed to one another after years of fluctuating between do and don't. It's now time Bruno cherishes you with his entire heart.
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Hello, I hope ur having a lovely day. ^^
(I have a fic request for Encanto, 22 yrs old btw)
May I request, Bruno Madrigalxfem!reader, in which they have a couple dynamic similar to Roger and Jessica rabbit. The reader is one of the most beautiful and sought out woman in all of the village, villagers constantly ask for her hand/show interest in her, not knowing she’s already in a relationship with Bruno. 🥰 If it were up to her, she would gladly and proudly display their relationship to the village but Bruno told her to keep it a secret for now since he feels like he’ll ruin her reputation 🥺
Maybe one day the madrigals are having a family dinner together and Bruno decides to tell his family about his gf but no one believes him, they all think he’s lying about being in a relationship 😭 even Mirabel struggles to fully believe him even though she tries to be optimistic about it lol. Until his gf actually shows up one day and the whole family is shocked 😂 not only is he in a relationship but he scored the most sought out woman in the village. 😂
The villagers to the reader: “What do u even see in that guy!?!?” 🤨
Reader: “He makes me laugh 😏”
Bcuz of this experience, reader decides it’s time to no longer hide their relationship. And proudly shows off her man to the village, lots of pda with a very flustered but happy Bruno. 😊💕✨After all that, Reader and Bruno have a picnic date together, where smut ensues~👀✨
(BONUS POINTS if reader is taller than Bruno 😭🙏🏻✨)
(Sorry for the long request. I tried to be specific as possible, no worries if u can’t write all of it ^^)
Thanks again and have a good day. ❤️
Mi Vida (Bruno Madrigal x F!Reader)
Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x F!Reader
Category: Fluff/Smut
Warnings: PDA, Secret (not so secret) Relationship, Unwanted Flirting, Hand Jobs, Oral Sex (M! and F! Receiving), Delayed Orgasm, Sub!Bruno Madrigal, Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know to the Drill), Cowgirl Position, Semi-Public Sex, Cumming Too Quickly, Cum Eating, Swearing, Pet Names
Word Count: 6.5k+
A/N: OMG Bruno is literally my favorite Disney character! 😭🙏🏻💗 Thank you so much for your sweet request and I hope you enjoy!
“¡Muchas gracias, Señora (L/N)!” Mirabel chirped as she took the box of fresh Aborrajados from you [Thank you very much, Ms!]. You smiled and gave the young woman a short nod, some flour still caked on your face after rushing over from your bakery.
“De nada, Mirabel,” you smiled warmly [You're welcome]. You caught a glimpse of Bruno slinking behind one of the newly reconstructed pillars of Casita, his eyes soft and lips drawn into a sheepish smile. You giggled softly and leaned down to Mirabel. “Tell your familia I said hello,” you grinned warmly [family]. She hummed before following your line of sight. Bruno tensed and quickly tried to shift back into the shadows…only to trip over a large potted plant.
You gasped and nearly rushed to his side before he stumbled back to his feet. Bruno’s eyes were as wide as saucers as his cheeks flushed with pink. The dark-haired man flashed you a toothy grin and gave you a small wave. You giggled and waved back. Mirabel looked between the two of you and gave a small smile.
“Thank you again for the treats,” the young woman beamed. You blinked.
“Hm? Oh, you’re welcome,” you said before stealing another glance of your beloved…only to find him gone from your line of sight. "Buenas noches, Mirabel," you sighed while giving her a tired smile. The young girl gave a quick nod before you saw yourself off. A soft sigh left your lips as Casita slowly closed the front doors with a light creak. You bit the inside of your cheek as you turned on your heel, the sun already starting to set over the crest of the tall mountains surrounding the Encanto.
Suddenly, a high-pitched squeak resonated through the air. You froze in place before hearing it again, this time followed by a soft rustling of leaves. You slowly took a few steps closer towards a bush nearby, your heart pounding beneath your chest as you hesitantly pushed the branches back. You gasped when a baby capybara suddenly poked its head out; it's button eyes sparkling as it titled its head curiously. You cooed and bent down, your large, colorful skirt billowing around your legs as you picked up the tiny creature.
“Aw, que linda,” you murmured [how cute]. The little, furry pup tilted its head to the other side and sniffed your hand before squeaking happily. You laughed softly as it rubbed its head against your palm and flicked its ears. You looked up when you heard Alma Madrigal and the others gathering around in the dining room, their voices filtering through the open window just above your head.
"What are those, mi vida?" Julieta asked her youngest daughter as she carried the box of treats into the room.
"Aborrajados. (Y/N) brought them from her bakery just now," the young woman piped up. You smiled as you stroked the capybara's soft fur while it cuddled up in your lap.
"(Y/N), eh?" Felix asked. Mirabel hummed in reply as she took her seat. "I remember when your Tío Bruno had the biggest crush on her when we were teenagers," he chuckled. You cover ed your mouth and giggled as you recalled the first time you caught Bruno staring at you in the marketplace; his hand picking at a loose strand of his ruana as he gave you a shy smile.
"Aha, yep," you heard Bruno chuckle nervously before he started to drum his fingers on the table. The sound of silverware clinking filled the air as the family began to feast on their meal.
"She's always been such a sweet girl. Remember when she danced with you at Julieta's wedding?" Alma piped up. You could imagine your love tugging at the collar of his brown shirt as cleared his throat.
"S-Sí, Mamá," he muttered. A giddy smile crossed your features as you recalled him constantly muttering apologies for stepping on your feet...only for you to hush him with a quicky peck on his cheek. You've never seen someone blush such a deep shade of red in your life.
"I always wondered why she never married. She's the most beautiful woman in the whole village," Félix stated nonchalantly. You felt a gust of wind explode from the room as a low rumble of thunder reverberated across the walls. "That is…the most beautiful woman after you, mi amor," the man's voice wavered nervously. You could only imagine the look of irritation on Pepa's face.
"You know, I always wondered why she never found a husband, either," Mirabel said. You tucked your bottom lip beneath your teeth as you shifted your gaze to your beloved. His face was drawn with a tense expression as he sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers almost vibrating against the table as he bounced his leg.
"Probably because we've been seeing each other this whole time," Bruno suddenly blurted out. Your jaw dropped as the whole room went dead silent.
For so long, he refused to confess your relationship to the village...let alone his own family. You understood why - even after he “returned” to the Encanto and helped rebuild his home, quite a few villagers were still weary of the prophetic Madrigal. Despite the countless times you've reassured him that you didn't care what everyone else thought, he refused to allow his reputation to "ruin you".
You were pulled back to the present when you heard the Madrigal's whisper amongst themselves.
“Really?” Bruno’s brother-in-law, Agustín, bluntly asked.
“Agustín,” Julieta chastised her husband with a loud whisper. You peeked through the window as you cradled the pup in your arms, your fluttering as you waited for Bruno to continue. The whites of his eyes nearly swallowed the two pools of hazel resting within them as he gulped. Your beloved eventually took a deep breath and puffed out his chest a little.
“S-Sí,” he answered while knocking on the wooden surface of the table. A long pause remained as your heart skipped a beat. You anxiously held your breath as you studied the faces of everyone in the room. The family members exchanged glances before a low rumble of chuckles filtered through the dining room. You furrowed your brows as amused smiles washed over their faces.
"That's a good one, bro!" Félix chortled before slapping his hand on the table.
“B-But it’s true!” Bruno stammered as he frantically looked around. Your heart burned as you clenched your jaw and narrowed your eyes. His gaze locked with his youngest nieces as he furrowed his brows. “You believe me…right, Mirabel?” your love asked with pleading eyes. His niece tensed in her seat, her lips drawn in a tight line.
“I…I don’t know, Tío,” she sighed while looking down at her lap. Bruno's shoulders slumped as he wrung his hands together. “I mean, it’s not impossible…but how come you never really mentioned it until now?” Mirabel questioned. The chatter suddenly broke when the youngest Madrigal, Antonio, gasped.
“Where did Sofia go?!” he cried. You squeaked and ducked your head as everyone began to scramble around the dining room. You looked down at the baby capybara and raised your brows while it sniffed your palm.
"I'm guessing that's you," you whispered. You flinched when someone suddenly poked their head out the window. You instantly relaxed as Bruno met your gaze.
“Hola, hermoso,” you murmured [Hello, handsome]. Bruno blinked, his cheeks still dusted with scarlet as he gave you an uneasy expression.
“Hi…” he quietly replied as his eyes trailed down to your lap. "You found Sofia," he muttered. You giggled and nodded as you handed him the pup...but not before you stole a quick kiss on his cheek. Bruno's eyes widened as you let your lips linger against his stubbly skin.
“I could come inside there right now and prove them wrong, you know,” you said as you twirled one of his thick, curly locks between your fingers. You leaned forward a little more, your warm breath falling against his lips as he nearly dropped the young pup. "I've missed the feeling of your lips against mine," you purred. Your love swallowed thickly as he stared at your mouth with his deep, hazel eyes.
“Is she out there, Bruno?!” his sister, Pepa, suddenly shouted nearby. He tensed and shifted his gaze between the dining room and you. Bruno squeezed his eyes shut and sighed heavily.
“Lo siento, mi corazón,” he murmured while giving you an apologetic look [I’m sorry, my heart]. You reached out as he dipped back inside, leaving you kneeling on the patch of grass below. You sighed while everyone rejoiced in the dining room, happy to have found Antonio’s little friend. You smoothed your hands over your skirt before slowly rising to your feet. Your heart ached for your beloved as you began to walk away from Casita, the house shutters groaning and waving at you as if beckoning you to return. You simply shook your head before turning back to the stone path ahead of you.
The sky was painted with a collage of orange and blue hues as you stepped into the village. Streetlights flickered overhead as your footsteps echoed down the pathways. You scoffed and rolled your eyes when one of your many “suitors” suddenly stepped into view.
“I was wondering where you’d run off to, Señora,” the tall, muscular man lilted as he flashed you a blinding grin. You tried to pay him no mind as you walked past him. You gasped when he suddenly rushed forward and stood in the way of your abode. He held a single red rose towards you as his eyes flickered with desire. A bitter taste washed over your tongue as you crossed your arms.
“And I wondering when you’d learn to take a hint, Sebastian,” you huffed, venom laced in every word that fell from your lips. The man placed a hand over his chest as if cradling a fresh wound.
“Oh, mi mariposa. When are you going to realize that no one else in this village is fit to be your husband except me?" he cooed [my butterfly]. You rolled your eyes again before pushing past him. You muttered to yourself as you yanked your key out of your pocket. You sighed as he slid his hand against the wall of your home while hovering over you.
"You know I'm one of the second richest men in the entire Encanto. And I could provide for you...in more ways than one," he purred while going to tuck some hair behind your ear. You scoffed in disgust as you yanked on your doorhandle. You quickly stepped inside and blocked him from entering, your fingers white-knuckling the threshold of your precious bakery.
“I’ll never realize it - you know why? It’s because of three simple words: I’m. Not. Interested,” you spat before slamming the door in his face. You huffed and quicky locked the door behind you.
"¿Dios, alguna vez me dejará en paz?" you groaned while running your hand down your face [God, will he ever leave me alone?]. A small pang echoed inside your chest as you gazed around the empty room, the last sliver of golden light fading from the walls as the sun dipped past the ridge. You sighed as you lit a candle and stepped towards the back of the bakery where you resided.
You frowned as you shuffled into your personal kitchen - a plate of arepas waiting on the slightly chipped surface of your counter. You sighed and slowly pulled the towel back before snatching one from the plate.
Your eyes suddenly lit up just as you took a small bite from the pastry. A playful smirk stretched across your face as a wicked idea crossed your mind.
You refused to allow Bruno’s family to accuse him of lying...and you knew just what to do.
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Mirabel blinked when she opened the door for you the next morning.
“¿Señora (Y/N)?” she asked as she eyed the stack of boxes in your arms. You gave the young woman a bright smile.
“Buenos días, Mirabel,” you grinned ear to ear [Good morning]. She tilted her head and pursed her lips.
“I don’t remember us ordering anything else from you this week,” Mirabel said. You laughed, the boxes bouncing a little as you gave her a shrug.
“Sí. I just wanted to show my…appreciation for la familia Madrigal, so I whipped up some breakfast pastries for you all,” you chirped. She raised her dark brows.
“Well, thank you! That’s very thoughtful. I’ll just-“ you pulled the boxes away and shook your head.
“Oh, no need, my dear. I’d be more than happy to carry the boxes wherever you need them,” you said. Mirabel blinked.
“Uh…okay,” she said before pushing her green glasses up the bridge of her nose. You followed her inside as she led you towards the back. “This way: we usually eat breakfast outside,” Mirabel commented as she held the door open for you. You saw the family setting the table as you walked through the threshold.
“Thank you, Mirabel,” you beamed. The young woman nodded as she watched you walk over to the long table. Everyone except for your beloved were preparing for the first meal of the day.
“¡Ah, Señora (L/N)!” Alma called with a bright smile. You reflected her expression as you walked over, Julieta coming to your aid and helping you set the boxes down. “To what do we owe the pleasure?” the matriarch of the family asked. You maintained your bright smile as you held your hands out in front of you.
“Oh, I just wanted to stop by and show my appreciation for La Familia Madrigal,” you motioned towards the boxes. You watched as Isabella opened one of the boxes to sneak out a pastry…only for the real Isabella to clear her throat with a raised brow. Camilo sighed as he shifted back to his original form and slipped the treat back inside.
“How thoughtful,” Alma said while clapping her hands together. “Would you like to stay for breakfast? We simply have too much food now,” she offered with a chuckle. You placed a hand over your chest.
“Oh, Señora, you’re too kind,” you said. Alma grinned ear to ear.
“Please, I insist,” she replied while motioning towards an empty seat Casita was already nudging across the tiles. You pretended to think about it for a moment before shrugging.
“Mmm...okay!” you said with a large grin. Alma’s eyes lit up as she smiled.
“Excellent! I’ll have one of the boys get a plate for you,” she grinned with a nod. You smiled before making your way over to an empty chair. Antonio’s eyes lit up as you sat next to him. Sofia slept soundly in his lap as he gave you a toothy grin.
“Thank you for finding Sofia yesterday,” he whispered. You chuckled softly.
“You're welcome, Antonio,” you whispered back. You thanked Agustín as he brought you a plate while the rest of the family filed in. You turned when the little one tugged on your sleeve.
"Everyone said that Tío Bruno was lying, but Sofia told me he wasn't," he said. You smiled when Sofia perked her head up at her name.
"Muchas gracias, Sofia," you whispered gently. Bruno suddenly came stumbling out the door, his hair bunched up in a mess and clothes disheveled as he leaned on the doorframe. You pursed your lips when you saw his pupils blown wide as he panted heavily.
“Forgive my son - he’s always been a late riser,” Alma smiled. Bruno straightened his green ruana before locking eyes with you. You gave him a warm, genuine smile as he froze.
"Mi vida..." he muttered under his breath [my life]. Everyone at the table watched as you rose from your seat and sauntered over to your man. You saw the shock grow in his eyes as you approached him, your lips parted as you dusted some sand from his dark, curly hair.
“I’m so happy to see you…darling,” you said aloud. The whole family gasped when you dipped your head down and kissed his cheek, letting your soft lips rest against his face as you slid your palms onto his thin shoulders. Bruno flapped his hands as his eyes widened even more, the rest of his body as stiff as a statue. You cooed and cupped his cheek as his face flushed with red.
“M-Mi cielo…” he whispered while nervously glancing back and forth between you and his family [my heaven]. You smoothed your thumb across his stubble as you smiled.
“Hermoso…it’s time,” you murmured. Bruno gulped as you slipped your hands into his and squeezed them gently. He straightened his shoulders as much as he took a deep breath and nodded. You beamed before turning to the barrage of shocked faces. Bruno cleared his throat as he clenched your hands.
“Mi familia, this is mi amor...(Y/N),” he smiled sheepishly while motioning towards you [my love]. You smiled and waved at the family.
“It’s nice to be properly acquainted with you all,” you giggled before tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear. The table quickly erupted into utter chaos.
“Are you for real?!" Félix boomed.
“Are you sure this isn’t an elaborate prank?!” Isabella gawked.
"I knew this whole time," Dolores shrugged with a quiet whisper.
You and Bruno turned to each other, his face turning red once again as he shrank and winced under their rapid-fire questions. You placed your index finger and thumb against the corners of your lips before whistling loudly. The entire family quickly came to a halt as they whipped their heads towards you.
“I'd be happy to answer all of your questions…if you’ll still have me for breakfast, that is,” you said with a twinkle in your eye. They all slowly sat back down in their chairs while Alma cleared her throat.
“Of course,” the matriarch said with a small smile before motioning towards two empty seats.
A Few Days Later…
“Are you sure about this, mi vida?” Bruno asked nervously as he kept his hood up. You gave him a gentle smile as you pulled his hood back down. The two of you stood in the dimly lit foyer of Casita, a picnic basket slung around your free arm and a quilt over his.
“Absolutely,” you replied with a firm nod. Bruno swallowed thickly as he tugged his hood over his curly locks once more. You sighed and gave him a patient smile before flipping it back over.
"Mi amor, I don't want to spend the day with Hernado, or Jorge, or any other persona of yours...I want to spend it with you," you cooed. Bruno perked his head up as he finally let his hood remain draped over his shoulders. You giggled as he suddenly nuzzled his face against your collarbone, the top of his head brushing against your chin.
“Gracias, mi amor,” he said with a hushed whisper. You smiled brightly as you pecked the crown of his head.
"You're welcome," you replied. "Now...let's go show the village who I belong to," you winked while playfully bumping his hip with yours. Bruno chuckled softly as the two of you stepped outside hand-in-hand, the mid-afternoon sun hanging high above your heads as you began to stroll through the front yard of the Madrigal estate.
You felt Bruno's grip on your hand tighten as you approached the village.
"I'm right here," you reassured while brushing your thumb over his knuckles. Bruno nodded and took a deep breath. You grinned before stopping in your tracks and kissing his temple. You giggled as his cheeks grew red as you moved your lips to his nose.
"(Y-Y/N)," he muttered before going to pull his hood over his eyes. You giggled at his bashful behavior and placed your hands over his wrists.
"What? I'm just letting the village know how much I adore my Bruno," you beamed before peppering his face with more kisses. His cheeks burned even more as he white-knuckled the hood of his ruana.
You chuckled before quietly continuing your walk alongside him. Several villagers turned their heads as you passed by. You swayed your hips side to side, flaunting your beloved as you slung your arm around his.
Bruno immediately stopped when you suddenly stooped down and pressed your lips against his. You gasped when he suddenly reached up on his tip-toes and kissed you back.
"Bruno," you said with a breathless look while he pulled away. You heard a few young girls giggle nearby before their mothers shooed them away. The two of you shared a quiet laugh before continuing through the bustling market. Bruno seemed to relax with every step he took, his tense expression softening as he sighed. The sun peeked out from the parted clouds, the golden rays beaming down on your face as you inhaled deeply.
The two of you exchanged smiles as you made your way out of the small town and towards the lush, serene forest. You sighed as the two of you hiked through the dense brush before coming upon a familiar opening. Bruno wore a goofy grin as the two of you began to unfold the quilt and set the food out. You hummed a little tune while grabbing a bottle of wine before Bruno cleared his throat.
“Here: let me get that for you, mi amor,” he grinned. You raised your brows and handed him the bottle and opener.
“By all means, hermoso,” you giggled. Your love winked before he screwed the opener on. You watched as he fought and struggled with the cork, his elbows flapping wildly as he muttered to himself. You gasped when he fell back, the bottle flying out of his hands and into the brush. He flinched when the sound of glass shattering echoed through the forest, several toucans and other birds flying out afterwards. The two of you exchanged glances before bursting into laughter.
“It’s okay: I prefer the taste of your lips anyway,” you purred before pecking his lips. Bruno chuckled as he cupped your face.
“And I yours,” he murmured and brushed some hair out of your face. The two of you enjoyed the next hour as you fed each other the delectable treats you packed.
You eventually found your head in his lap as he slipped a plump grape past your soft lips. You closed your eyes as you savored the sweetness of the fruit and slowly. A gentle breeze swept over the forest as you sighed happily.
"Do you remember what happened the first time we came here, hermoso?" you lilted while opening your eyes. Your lover's breath hitched as he nearly choked on a piece of fruit. You flipped yourself over and rubbed Bruno's back as he cleared his throat.
"I-uh-I do," he flushed while picking at a blade of grass. You smiled and bit your lip, your breasts peeking out from beneath your lacy, white blouse as you wiggled your hips.
"We were both so nervous," you said as you slid your hand over his thigh. Bruno's gasped as you rested your chin between his ankles, your eyes locked on his crotch as he gulped. "But you did so well…made me the happiest girl in the whole world that night," you purred while sliding both of your hands up his legs and beneath his ruana. Bruno swallowed thickly as he fell back on his forearms, his legs spread out as you pounced on him like a lithe jaguar. His breath quickened as you hovered above him, your barely covered breasts grazing over his chest.
"Would you like to relive that moment?" you whispered as your lips brushed over his. You swore his eyes nearly shot out of his head as his face burned a bright red.
"B-But mi amor...what if someone sees us?" he muttered with a shaky breath. You chuckled before pecking his lips while rolling up his ruana, revealing his scruffy happy trail that led to the bulge growing beneath his slacks.
“Don't worry, we're far enough in the forest," you whispered into his ear while tracing your fingertips down his lean stomach. "No one will see or hear a thing," you said as your lips curled into a seductive grin. You felt his muscles tense beneath your light touch as you hooked your fingers around the band of his pants and tugged them down his lean thighs. Bruno gasped as his semi-hard cock sprang free, his tip growing flush as his shaft twitched in the exposed air.
You smiled as you dipped your head down and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. Bruno moaned softly and gripped your hips as your lips caressed one another in a heated embrace. He gasped as you slid your hand all the way down his stomach before wrapping your fist around the base of his burning, veiny shaft. You panted against his mouth as you gently squeezed his length.
"Pobracito...you're so pent up," you cooed before swiping your warm tongue along his bottom lip [Poor thing]. Bruno's eyes rolled back as you began to slowly pump your tight fist around his dick. Quiet moans fell past his parted lips before you slipped your tongue inside his wet cavern. He squeaked and bucked his hips forward as your tongues entangled with a wet squelch. You groaned into his mouth as you continued to rub his aching cock, each noise and shift of his hips causing the damp spot in your panties to grow wetter.
“Mmmm-mi corazón,” Bruno whined when you pulled back for air - a thick string of spit connecting your swollen lips as he breathed heavily. His cock twitched as you smeared a hot bead of precum across his flush tip. You cooed and kissed along his jaw as he arched into your touch.
“Would you like to feel my warm, tight mouth wrapped around your cock, Papi? Hm?” you husked into his ear as you continued to stroke his now rock-hard shaft [Daddy]. Bruno released a guttural groan as he writhed against your body.
“S-Sí…por fa, Mami,” he panted while desperately trying to gain any friction against his dick [Yes…please, Mommy]. You grinned and nipped at his ear before trailing your lips down his jaw and neck. Bruno's eyes grew half-lidded as he watched you create a painting of hickeys and small bite marks across his skin, goosebumps rising wherever your lips landed.
“I love all the cute noises you make, Brunito,” you chuckled against his collar bone before lashing your tongue against his bare skin.
“(Y-Y/N), por favor. Te necesito,” your lover begged while rocking his hips into your tight, warm grip [I need you]. You grinned and licked over the tiny bite mark before shuffling down his body. You swiped your tongue over your lips before letting your hot breath fan over his dick. Bruno's eyes grew clouded with lust as you pecked his bulbous tip, the salty taste of his precum leaking over your tastebuds while you moaned. Your beloved groaned as you swirled your wet muscle around his tip in sloppy, wet circles.
“M-Mierda,” Bruno hissed between gritted teeth as he watched you wrap your lips around his head before shallowly bobbing your mouth up and down his throbbing shaft [Shit]. You moaned and hollowed your cheeks, a wet slurping sound reverberating through the air as you took him in deeper with every dip of your head. You relished in the way your lover trembled as you cupped his balls in your free hand, tenderly massaging his sac as you fluttered your lashes. His dick felt so heavy as it glided along your tongue, the texture making your pussy clench and ache for the familiar drag of his shaft.
“God, (Y/N),” he moaned and bucked into your slick cavern, drawing a small gag from you. You gazed into his eyes when he gasped and shifted back, leaving your lips wrapped half-way around his sex. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t-“ his jaw went slack when you grabbed one of his hands and placed it on top of your head. You tilted your head to the side and began to quicken your pace, your spit now smearing down his balls as you squeezed them in a loving grip.
“A-Ah!” Bruno yelped as he grabbed your luscious hair, his nails digging into your scalp as you eagerly sucked him off. You squealed when he gripped your hair and guided you along his length, his eyes half-lidded and lit with pure desire. “S-Sí, Mami - tan buena,” he rumbled [Yes, Mommy - so good]. You smiled and kept your cheeks hollowed as you took him deeper and deeper. You moaned as you felt his cock twitch inside your mouth, his tip now soaking the back of your tight throat with salty precum.
Bruno's grunts and cried grew more desperate before you suddenly pulled off of his length with a slick “pop”. His eyes snapped open as he looked at you with a mix of confusion and yearning.
“(Y/N),” he whined and desperately thrusted his hips up. You immediately stole his attention the second you shuffled out of your white bloomers and skirt, the fabric falling onto the blanket with a soft thud. Bruno’s face turned cherry red as you pulled your shirt above your head, revealing your supple breasts to his hungry eyes. You giggled at his dumbfounded expression as you slowly sank down onto your knees and straddled his waist.
"Lo siento, Papi...but I need to feel you inside me," you sighed as you slowly grinded your hips against his. Bruno's eyes rolled back as your wet pussy lips caressed the sides of his cock with every stroke of your hips.
"Fuck, Mami," he whined as he wrapped his hands around your waist. You sighed and smoothed your palms over his slightly hairy chest as he dug his nails into your supple flesh. You moaned as the weeping tip of his cock glided over your puffy clit - pulses of pleasure sweeping through your empty heat as you gazed into his eyes.
"You feel so good beneath me, Brunito," you murmured while cupping his cheek. Bruno's bottom lip jutted out as he gulped.
"Mi vida, please," Bruno grunted as he gave you a soft, pleading look. You grinned softly and laid your hands on his stomach while you adjusted your hips. He gasped when you wrapped one of your hands around his dick, rubbing his head against your entrance teasingly before deeply gazing into his eyes.
You released a heavy sigh as you slowly sank down on his hard cock, his length deliciously gliding against your gummy walls with a wet squelch.
"Oh bebé," you moaned as you arched your back. You shivered as you buried yourself down to the hilt, a rush of heat swelling through your core as his dark bush gently brushed against your bundle of nerves. You paused for a few seconds, relishing in the feeling of his dick stuffing you to the brim while he panted beneath you. You swallowed thickly before you raised your hips and brought them back down.
The forest was filled with your combined grunting and moaning as you bounced on his cock. The sound of wet slapping between your hips made your legs shake as Bruno sank his nails into your hips.
"You stretch me so good, hermoso," you whispered as you leaned forward, your breasts now pushed against his chest while you captured his mouth in another sloppy, heated kiss. You smiled as you felt his cock twitch inside you, his head kissing your soft cervix each time you gracefully brought your hips back down. He gasped for air when you pulled back.
“Mami, I-I’m so close,” he said through gritted teeth as he dug crescents into your perfect hips. He shivered as you kissed along his scruffy jaw, your walls sucking him in and sweetly caressing his swollen dick. You soon sat back up on your knees, your breasts bouncing as you sped up your movements.
“Go on, Bruno: claim this pussy with your cum,” you moaned. You squeaked when he shoved your hips down as he released a deep, guttural groan. You trembled above him as you felt streams of his thick, hot cum paint your gummy walls as he stiffened beneath you.
“Sí, Sí,” Bruno mewled like a broken record as he writhed with pleasure. You moaned as you felt the sticky mess between your two bodies, a few beads of his thick cum leaking from the seam of your stretched out hole.
“Mmm, Papi,” you sighed as you rubbed your hands over his chest. Bruno slowly opened his eyes - his hazel pools glossed over with pleasure as he heaved.
“Did you…” his voice trailed off as he furrowed his brows and gazed at the space where your sexes were snugly joined. You chuckled softly and shook your head.
“No, but it’s-“ your eyes widened, the world around you passing in a blur as Bruno suddenly laid on top of you. You blinked as he cradled the back of your head with his soft palm, his long fingers smoothing through your locks as he panted above you.
“Por fa, mi princessa…déjame mimarte,” he rumbled while pressing soft kisses to the junction between your jaw and neck [Please, my princess…let me spoil you]. You moaned as he peppered your sensitive pulse with kisses as his hands smoothed over your breasts. A soft sigh escaped you as he gently rubbed his thumbs over your perky nipples, his mouth suckling on your exposed skin as he slowly pulled the rest of his soaked length out of you.
You mewled at the emptiness, prompting your love to coo and lick a bold stripe over your pulse.
“Bebé,” you keened while stroking your fingers through his thick, dark hair. Bruno’s eyes sparkled as he gave you a sheepish smile.
“What I want to do is a bit…different, if that’s alright,” he said as his cheeks tinted with pink. You chuckled softly and kissed his forehead.
“You know I’ll still enjoy it,” you said while smoothing your thumb over his cheek. Bruno’s smile grew before he took a deep breath. Your body trembled with anticipation as he traced his lips between the valley of your breasts and down your soft stomach. Your jaw went slack when he slung your legs over his shoulders, his warm breath falling across your dripping sex as he licked his lips.
Bruno flicked his eyes back to you, hesitantly waiting for your response.
“It’s alright, Brunito,” you reassured him with a soft whisper. Your beloved snacked his lips again before delicately tracing the tip of his tongue around your swollen clit. Your legs shook around his head as he moaned against your sex, the vibrations of his voice sending ripples of pleasure through your core.
“God,” you moaned as Bruno swiped his tongue along your drenched slit - his wet muscle collecting your combined juices before he hungrily slurped it up. You gasped when he teased your weeping entrance, shallowing pumping his tongue inside your cunt as his nose rubbed against your sensitive bundle of nerves.
“S-Sí, Papi. Sigue adelante,” you breathed as you tugged on his dark locks [Yes, Daddy. Keep going]. Bruno grunted as he closed his eyes, savoring the flavor of your cunny while flattening his tongue over your folds. You moaned and rolled your hips against his face, his stubble lightly scraping over the inside of your thighs as he swayed his head back and forth.
Your eyes nearly crossed when he suddenly puckered his lips around your engorged bud, a cry of bliss escaping from your throat as the tension in your lower belly swelled.
“B-Bruno,” you gulped for air as he spread your labia apart with his nimble fingers. Both of you shared a quiet gasp when he teased the rim of your entrance. His lips curled and suckled on your clit as he slowly pushed a digit inside, causing the thick cream stuffed inside your cunt to come pouring out.
“Mi vida,” Bruno whispered, his lips dancing over your mound before he dove back in. Stars began to spark in your vision as he curled his digit against your plush g-spot while he slowly worked another one inside. Your legs trembled as he steadily pumped his fingers in and out of your fluttering hole; every dip and curve of his digits perfectly massaging your walls.
“Sí, p-por fa,” you moaned as he sloppily made out with your clit while thrusting his fingers deeper with every stroke. Your lover groaned as you raised your hips, his grip around your thighs tightening as he rumbled lowly. You screwed your eyes shut as you felt the delicate surface of his warm tongue caress over your slit. Bruno continued to moan as he savored the sweetness of your juices while spreading your hole open with his digits.
You suddenly came with a final long drag of his tongue against your clit.
“Bruno!” you screamed his name as you snapped your hips forward, his face completely buried against your cunt as you cried and thrashed in his grip. Your melodic moans cascaded through the forest as you heard him slurp up your thick cream, his eyes rolling back as your gummy walls pulsed around his fingers. You mewled and fucked yourself on his digits as you came; completely soaking his hand with your arousal.
You whined and babbled incoherently as your body shook with pure bliss, jaw slack and eyes nearly crossed.
“God, yes,” you swallowed thickly as tears of pleasure rolled down your flush cheeks. You slowly blinked your eyes open as the overwhelming pleasure began to fade. Bruno’s nostrils flared as he exhaled through his nose, hid eyed glowing with pure admiration as he laid a soft kiss over your puffy cunt. You flinched as you felt him smile against your folds.
The two of you simply gazed into each other’s eyes for several moments before he slowly placed your hips down on his lap.
“That was…amazing,” you said breathlessly. Bruno chuckled as another sheepish smile crossed his features.
“I’m glad I made you feel so good, mi amor,” he beamed, pride glowing in his eyes as he slipped away. Your face burned when you saw how soaked his chin was as he licked his lips. Bruno cooed and patted your hip as he slowly pulled his fingers out of your tenderly fucked pussy. You smiled and kept your arms open as he crawled on top of you, his soft, soaked dick slipping against your sex as he planted a sweet kiss on your lips. You sighed and brushed your fingertips through Bruno's hair as he laid his head on your chest.
"Te amo mucho, mi vida," your lover whispered as he laid his head on your chest [I love you so much]. You smiled warmly as you placed a soft kiss on the crown of his head.
"Te amo mucho, mi corazón," you murmured.
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Beautiful Liar
Pairing: Bruno Bucciarati x Fem Reader
Summary: Trying to deny her true feelings about Bucciarati, Bucciarati decides to call the reader on her bluff after she avoids everyone, especially him, after he becomes capo...
Warnings: Swearing, SMUT (18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI! oral f receiving, unprotected sex)
First time writing for JoJo's and Bucciarati, as he is my favorite JoJo's character! I hope I did well and you all enjoy!
Word Count: 2.1k
I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF
I couldn’t stand getting all dolled up just to be somewhere I didn’t feel like being.
Of course, Bucciarati became Capo, our crew was celebrating and at least I had a nice view. Italy was such a beautiful place, night sky filled of stars, city lights in the distance from this rooftop bar.
Sitting alone at the bar, a glass of wine in hand, I let my mind wonder, gazing at the view till I heard a soft voice:
“What are you doing sitting all alone?”
Bucciarati.
“What? Am I bothering you?” Finding him in the corner of my eye, he was never a fan of my attitude, leaning against the bar:
“Can’t even have some fun, can you?”
It wasn’t that I didn’t like Bucciarati. It was because I liked him. I couldn’t open up and face my own feelings. Any word and tone towards him came out as envy. Thankfully, I did get some amusement from it.
“Can a ragazza just enjoy a glass of wine?” Taking a sip, it amazed me how he dealt with me, still being kind:
“Nothing wrong with that. I just don’t think it’s fair that everyone else is having fun and you’re all alone with that scowl on your face.”
“I am just fine,” I smiled sarcastically at him, but he was persistent that I get out of that seat:
“Don’t be like that. How about a dance?”
“I’m not a dancer,” I lied, turning my head, but still listening as he assumed:
“Let me guess, you’re in one of your moods because I’m officially capo.”
“Don’t make me laugh,” I snickered softly, still not looking at him, even when he said:
“It wouldn’t surprise me. You’ve always envied me and why, may I ask?”
“Envy you?” This time I made sure I locked eyes, his blue eyes glimmering with his smile:
“You heard me.”
“I could care less that you are capo, now,” I wasn’t letting him win this little argument, going to leave it at that, but seizing when I felt his arm wrap around my hip, getting close enough to whisper:
“Then what is it, amore?”
I was never the type to be left speechless, getting lost in a void, feeling his warmth against me, even stronger in his hand that was on my hip, his scent filling me with a lust I’ve never experienced.
“I see now,” He always took the opportunity to laugh at me when it was presented, knowing exactly how I was feeling, “You are the type to run away from the truth.”
“And just what is that truth, hm?” I couldn’t keep sitting there looking dumb, making the mistake of looking into those blue eyes that sent me deeper into that void:
“Isn’t it obvious? Besides, Mista have told me more times than I can count.”
“That damn asshole,” I growled silently under my breath, trying to contain composure, speaking up this time, “And you believe that childish man?”
“There you, go running from the truth again,” Laughing at me again, he started to test me himself, voice growing to a deep whisper into my ear, “It doesn’t matter anyways. I already know the truth, amore.”
The way he called me amore made my thighs squeeze together, the heat in my cheeks from my wine growing, naturally leaning into him.
He was almost hypnotic and it put me into a slight panic. Should I take the opportunity in this moment? Or do what exactly what he said, run from the truth?
“What do you know, Bucciarati?” I scoffed, something inside of me wouldn’t let him break me that easily, but I was pushed right to the edge.
“You are such a beautiful liar,” The tension just kept rising with every word he spoke, chills down my spine and that’s when something in me changed.
I was a mafioso! Some little crush wasn’t going to turn me into someone timid. Glancing to the guys, they were all distracted and so?
With a smack of my lips, I gulped down the rest of my wine, taking his hand and leaving my seat, guiding him to the elevator.
“Y/N?” Curious, but still following me, I let him know exactly what I was doing.
“You offered a dance. So,” I had the most confident smirk on my face that made his eyes light up while twirling into him inside of the elevator, making sure the door shut before I kissed, “Let’s dance.”
It became so clear how much tension the both of us had built up inside, shattering with the clash of our lips, every touch and move exceeding anything I ever fantasized about, pushing my chest against his, hand full of his suit jacket when his hand slid up my thigh, pulling our hips together to feel his hardening bulge.
Every time the elevator beeped, I grew more impatient, nearly dragging him out of the elevator when we finally got to the floor of my room.
I didn’t want to stop for a single second, tongues dancing all the way to the edge of my bed, ready to strip till he palmed my lower back, stroking my cheek:
“Slow down, amore. You’re so impatient.”
“Can you blame me?” I finally breathed in, breaking out in goosebumps at his fingertips sliding the strap of my dress off my shoulder:
“I understand, but there’s no need to move so quickly. Your capo just wants the time to adore you beauty.”
“Sí, capo,” I hummed softly at the kiss he left along my neck, unzipping my dress, eyes falling down to the floor with it, taking his good time to see me in just my heels and panties.
For a change, I followed his lead, moonlight peaking through the windows illuminating those gorgeous blue eyes when he took me by the chin, a kiss guiding me back onto the bed.
My heart was beating like normal, but so hard against my chest with his hand sliding down my neck and all over my breasts, nearly moaning already at his fingers rolling my nipple, licking along my ear:
“With all of this beauty, I’m taking my time.”
His words surely tamed my impatience. Just that alone prepared me to be in bed with him for some time.
Closing my eyes softly and submerging into a new world, letting out the soft moans that were building up as his kisses lead down my neck, finding my breasts and making sure to give each their fair share of attention, from soft bites to hard sucks on my nipples that made me squirm a little.
Every nerve was tingling more and more the further down he went, lace panties between his teeth and yanking them away, eyes locked on his physique as his suit jacket was thrown off, spreading my legs wide and upward, watching his tongue slide across his upper lip:
“I want to savor every single taste. Maybe this will take all that bad, sassy mood away.”
“B-Bruno,” One single, broad lick along my clit had me whining, swirling around it having my legs shake, throwing my head back into the pillows when he started sucking.
He formed a tighter grip on my thighs as I began to shake more, taking handfuls of the sheets at a swift lick downward, tongue pushing in and flicking at my walls, then taking me with a mouthful, the pressure at my clit making my legs fight his grip, starting to close his head in.
“R-Right there!” I let my body do as it wanted, beginning to grind against his face, arching at the groan that came from deep in his chest, whining as his strength pushed my legs back down to the mattress, keeping them pinned as he simply devoured me.
Needing no words, only staring throwing his bangs, knowing the blissful state I was in, making sure that I didn’t have even a second to catch a breath, instantly having me come undone, a smile visible even while buried between my legs, mouth wide open against me and licking up the slick from my orgasm.
“See all the good things you can get when your patient, hm?”
Of course, he had to take the time to poke at me, leaving a few kisses along my thighs, but my eyes were focused on what I couldn’t see, only seeing his hands go below his waist.
“Gonna make me wait more?” Not that I was even worried, taking deep breaths and silencing as he kneeled onto the bed, me being the one to admire his body.
Those sexy tattoos, abs so tone and defined, not to mention the impressiveness of his cock, all of the air I took in taken away from it.
“Why do you ask? Is there something else you want?”
I really wasn’t in the mood for the teasing now, especially with him between my legs, slapping his cock against my skin softly.
“You know exactly what I want,” My eyes shot off an intense glare, but I wasn’t getting what I wanted so easily.
“Oh, that?” He smirked, running his tip through my folds, slapping my clit and having my lip trapped between my teeth, “Is that what you want, amore?”
“Don’t be like that, Bruno,” I pouted, closing my eyes and taking in the pleasure that it did give off, hiding the moans from his tip circling my entrance, rubbing my folds softly.
“I Can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me,” I could feel his smile again as he placed kisses at my neck and cheek, finally giving him what he wanted, voice so sweet as I told him:
“I want you, Bruno. I want you inside of me already. Please.”
“Good girl,” Nibbling on my ear and easing his cock into me at the same time made me gasp so hard, his girth a lot to take, walls spasming around him already.
“Merda!” Biting my lip again, I looked to see that I haven’t even taken half of him, soft thrusts helping me adjust.
“Shh, I have you,” I loved that he knew how to tend to me so well, guiding my arms around his neck, a hand running through his hair, whispering to him:
“I just never had someone like you.”
“And you’ll never have someone like me again,” His confidence wasn’t just for show, hooking my legs over the button of his inner elbows, pushing forward and with a quick thrust, feeding me all of his cock.
I never moaned in such a filthy way, panting at the quick thrusts he gave, hearing our wet skin every other thrust as he bottomed me out.
Those moans only grew more filthy and loud, pushing forward so our foreheads could meet, nose nuzzling so I could hear his coo:
“Only your capo.”
“Only you, Bruno!” All the mental blocks I had built were broken down to crumbles, finally letting go of every thought I’ve ever had about him, “I only want you, capo!”
“I always knew,” He chuckled softly, lifting his head some and somehow, I knew to find his eyes, teary from the searing burn of pleasure, but held our gaze, “Gonna let me feel you cuming all over me, amore?”
“Y-Yess!” I cried out, head suddenly snapping back, walls pulling him even deeper any time he pulled back a little, a ram of his hips smacking right into my sweet spot, keeping pressure against my clit and cervix, “I’m cuming!”
His forehead fell to mine with a groan rumbling in his chest, thrusts not stopping, but a bit languid as we both felt the death grip I had on his cock, entire body squirming, nails scratching at his back as my hips jerked upward, feeling the squelch of slick making a mess all over our thighs.
“Brava, ragazza,” He mumbled with a soft smile, kissing along with rolls of his hips, “So tight and wet, all for me.”
“You’re just so damn good,” I huffed, hugging his head and moaning at the throbs of his cock, damning him, “Cazzo, Bruno.”
He could only chuckle at that, releasing my legs and pulling me into a warm embrace, “See what you could’ve had sooner if you weren’t such a liar?”
“The beautiful liar that you mentioned earlier?” I shot back, meeting his gaze to see a pure smile this time, shining my own confidence, “There will be no lying about how I feel. You’re mine, capo.”
His smile showed that he proud that I finally owned up to my feelings, being my confident self again, even if I still had some sass, kissing softly, “Now that’s my, ragazza.”
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