Hey, I saw that your ask box is open, so I was wondering…
How would Bruno act with a partner who feels shame about there own pleasure? Like, he doesn’t notice it at first because he just assumes that his S/O likes spoiling him in the bedroom, but when he offers to reciprocate, the S/O outright refuses, worried that he will react negatively to the way they sound/will be off put by their body because of their negative experiences with partners in the past.
Idk why, but I really want to see a fic with a reader who is insecure about this type of stuff because I rarely ever see it.
I’d imagine he’d have to sweet talk them into letting him be in control one night (something he hasn’t done up to this point) and him just absolutely smothering them with love and words of affirmation.
I absolutely adore your work, and I hope you’re having a great day!
{I LOVE THE IDEA OF BRUNO BEING THE SUPPORT SYSTEM FOR A CHANGE! I think he's very loving and capable support system, but in the same time I feel he's very naive to the things he'd say. He's the type to say 'mi vida it doesn't matter if you're traditionally beautiful or not, you have such an amazing personality and you love me for who I am. I love you for that' and then be so confused when you cry because he thought he was being so genuine and sweet hahaha poor Bruno. On a real one though I think as someone with so much deep rooted trauma and self image issues, he would be so helpful here. I absolutely adore this idea and I hope I do it justice}
{Warnings 🚨: 18+ CONTENT. PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR. (I know I can’t stop you but respectfully do not, as it would make me very uncomfortable)}
The act of intimacy, a beautiful dance between two partners intoxicated by their love for one another. Nothing was stronger than the bond between two lovers entwined both in mind and body, ready to act on the primal urges to satisfy and be satisfied. You however, always acted more strongly on your urge to please rather than the desire to feel satisfaction and pleasure for yourself. Whenever you and your beloved would engage in copulation, you always made it a point to take the reins, driving your partner to orgasm well before yourself. Truthfully speaking, you’d never allow yourself enjoyment of your own, traumas of your past clouding your receptors. It wasn’t that the object of your ever burning love couldn’t bring you to the edge, you just wouldn’t allow yourself to feel what you didn’t think you deserved. Everything your partner did was perfect, you enjoyed it thoroughly, some days you had to stifle your whimpers and moans, too ashamed to let them go. Those days were days like today, where your lover was heavily instant on taking control for himself.
Bruno let his wide moist palms shakily snake up your torso, your body perched suggestively on his lap. You could feel his hardening member pressing against the cloth of your undergarments as your mouth moved to mark and flutter against the warm flesh of his neck. Your heart clenched to hear the sweet sounds that rumbled from the other's chest, his hands frantically grabbing at your body just to prove the pleasure you gave was real. He needed to feel something tangible as he rutted his hips against your body needily. A small chuckle bounced in your throat as you let your lips travel back up towards his jaw, focusing your attention right behind his ear. “What’s gotten into you tonight, mi Amor?” you ask, voice nothing but a soft purr as your fingers walk their way seductively up his chest.
His soft green eyes are hidden behind two blown pools of dark lust, his lips moving to attack your chin, your neck, truthfully anywhere he can as his hands claw down your front yanking the fabric pieces that covered what he wanted to see. “Mi Vida…let me spoil you tonight. I want you so badly.”
You shuttered at the thought. The idea of your significant other defiling your body strictly on his own terms sounded delicious but…you couldn’t. You could, but to be clear you didn’t want to. The small voice in the back of your head that spewed vicious hatred filled insults flattened the desires you felt pitting in your stomach. Digging your teeth into the corner of your lips, you grind your hips back against his, rocking so haphazardly just to tease and irritate him. You grin with satisfaction as the man gives a sharp inhale, there wasn’t a better sight in the world to you. “What if I deny you? I haven’t had all the fun I want to have yet mi Amorcito”
Your body moves to dismount his lap in an attempt to shift your position between his legs when suddenly his palms lock you in place, pressing your hips flush against his in a move of pure dominance and desire. You give a gentle rut, trying to break his hold anxiously biting your lip as his eyes meet with yours. “Mi Vida…please let me pamper you. I want to taste your body on my tongue.”
Your stomach churned, a mixture of lust and anxiety swirling around. The idea of Bruno’s face buried deep between your legs with the slick of your heat coating his lips is more than enough to turn you on…but still. You gently push his body back your eyes avoiding contact as you glance anywhere but him. “No…”
You couldn’t stand to look at his face, you sensed the way his eyes glanced at you making you feel so vulnerable and weak. Uncomfortable with the energy you created you began to wiggle and shove until finally you felt the release of pressure that kept you confined. You were mortified, especially with the look Bruno was giving you. “Please, don't look at me like that.”
Your body language shifts and shuts off as you stand arms folded tightly across your chest, your eyes askance as you do your best to avoid him. Confusion seeps over the surface of Bruno’s face, his hand extending and retracting as he wrestled with the decision to comfort you. Your stance, the way your body tenses, he knows that look…he knows that feeling. He wants to help you but, what if he says something wrong again. He’s already upset you, he’s not trying to double down on the same mistake twice. “Mi Vid- uh Y/N…Did I say something…?” He asks sheepishly, his head lowering as he slowly encroaches your personal space.
His fingers very gently move to curl around your shoulder, spinning your body to face him once again. Heartbreak melts over him as he watches the tear swirl down from the ducts of your eyes, one after the other, the backs of your wrist desperately swatting them away as they fall. “You didn’t do anything wrong Amor” you whimper out.
He wastes no time drawing your body flush against his own, his chin moving to rest softly on the top of your head as his arms constrict around your chest. “If I didn’t do anything wrong, why are you crying mi Vida?...Whoa, hey okay, shh…take a deep breath in through your nose, like you always tell me right?”
You can’t help the cough that fumbles out of your mouth as you attempt to correct him. “It’s in through your mouth out through your nose Cariño.”
“Oh. Right. We’ll do that then?”
You can’t help but smile, a small scoff passing your lips as your body instinctively snuggles closer to his. “I’m sorry I ruined the mood.” You hesitate for a moment truly debating if you should indulge your trauma with the other. “I just-I’m not good at receiving sexual pleasure.”
The man was confused, the way his face wrinkled and his brows pinched said it all. “Not good at receiving? Mi Vida, where did you get an idea like that? I don’t think it’s possible to actually be bad at GETTING the treatment. I’d understand if you thought you were bad at the giving part….which you’re not! That’s not what I meant to suggest, uh. Aha I- uh you’re very good at what you do to me- um to my body.”
There’s a moment of silence between the two of you as you let your digits dance along his arm, taking in the warmth of his flustered body against your fingertips. “I don’t think I’m worthy of pleasure….”
His body shifts under your weight, head cocking to the side as he stares down at you. “Riiiiight….I- don’t think I’m following. I’m sorry um, it’s just- none of that makes sense to me. Why wouldn’t you be worthy of enjoying my love.” Bruno asks. There’s genuine confusion mixed in with tiny sparks of heartache. This man adores you and only wants to show you in his own way just how much you mean to him. “I- notice I’ve never gotten you to….well um, you know….is it because you think you’re unworthy? O-or because I’m not entirely good at what I'm doing?“
Your heart burns to think the man blames himself for something you’ve been denying yourself of, when the truth of the matter was quite the opposite. “It’s not you Bruno, everything you do to my body is perfect. Every second you spend treasuring me is time well spent. I see stars every time you touch me. I just- I feel inadequate.” Your hands move to fidget with his ring finger giving your eyes something different to focus on. “I had this person in my past, who only ever put me down. When we’d make love he’d comment about my taste, the noises I made. He hated it all. He’d tear me down every time we’d touch just to feel good about himself. I guess subconsciously I held onto those things cause now every time you touch me I can just hear a voice in the back of my head that says ‘y/n you’re disgusting.’ It’s never been you Amor.”
The room falls stale with the sounds of silence as you two sit quietly for what felt like an eternity. Was he mad? Hurt? Did he hate you? You muster all the courage you have in your body, eyes flicking up just for a moment to catch a glimpse of his face. There’s a certain calmness to his features as you watch him, gears in his head clearly spinning as he stared off towards the distance. Concerned you raise your palm to his cheek, cradling the scratchy surface as your thumb gently brushes his stubble. “Amor?”
He blinks glancing down at you, his eyes genuine and warm as his long gaunt fingers curled under your chin. “Sorry sorry, I just got sucked into a thought. All this time I just really thought you liked spoiling me. It never occurred to me that something like this was going on….mi Vida, why did you wait so long to tell me?”
You can’t help but laugh at his question, it seeming just a bit comical to you. “I don’t know because it’s embarrassing? What am I supposed to say? Hey Amor, I’m sorry I don’t want you to go down on me because I feel insecure about my own pleasure.”
He could feel his own cheeks heating with mortification just hearing the words falling from your mouth. It was understandable how something this major could go this unnoticed. Even though the topic was a bit difficult to navigate, it was still a matter you both needed to discuss. “Yeah, I could see how that wouldn’t be the ideal mood stimulator…but…we’re kind of having a talk about it now?”
You sigh, relaxing into his frame. Admittedly it did feel nice airing the conversation, no longer carrying the need to hold this parasitic thought inside of your brain. While it wasn’t ideal nor entirely comfortable, it felt healthy and right to discuss this with Bruno. No matter what the topic, you always felt safe in his presence discussing things you’d never open up about. “What if you don’t like the noises I make, or the way my body tastes…I want to enjoy myself but-”
Your train of thought was halted, as his lips brush gently against yours taking the words right from your mouth. “So, what if you try then? Just this once. I-if you don’t like it and you still don’t feel comfortable we’ll work on things until you do. Let me at least try, mi Vida. I want to see you wriggle in pleasure as you moan and beg for me. I want to taste and feel how much you enjoy my mouth. Let yourself enjoy our love, you deserve it”
Heat spills across the bridge of your nose, the molten fury of your rising arousal spreading to your cheeks. You wanted this, more than anything you’ve ever yearned to experience. You knew that the traumas of your past wouldn’t disappear in just one night, with one talk, but you wanted to try. You thirsted to revel in the ecstasy of Bruno’s dominance for just one night. Cautiously, both your mind and body still on guard, you let your partner shift your positions the waves of unease rattling around in your stomach. You deserve this. You deserve this. Your eyes stay focused on him as his lips gently begin to work their way down your torso, nimble fingers slowly working to unclothe you. It was painful just how tedious he made the task, a mischievous grin on his lips as he nibbled and marked his way between your breasts. “You aren’t the only one who likes to play games ya know” he chuckled.
Your heart rate flutters, your lips creasing into a smirk as hands move too spread through his curls like butter. You very gently knot your fingers at the back of his head, lust consuming your typically calm eyes as you glance down at him. “I’m starting to see that.”
A soft chuckle bounces in his throat, gaunt palms pawing your chest as his mouth finally crawls just shy of where you’d fantasized they’d land. It was almost as if the man had been pining for this moment, his hands swiftly removing the remainder of your garments as his eyes shimmered with desire. His fingers gently stroked your slicked vulva, his own length twitching in response as your body jolted. He adored the reaction. His finger very faintly traced the shape of your lips taking care to avoid the most pleasurable part. Your teeth burrowed into the edge of your mouth as you did your best to stifle the whimpers building in your chest. Knowing that you were holding back what he wanted, Bruno made a point to withhold the pleasure you seeked, fingertips grazing everywhere but where you craved. “If you want me to touch it, you’ve got to moan for me, mi Vida.”
His voice is gruff and heavy with hunger as his eyes shoot to meet yours. You want it, god do you want him to massage the swollen bundle of nerves his middle digit purposely avoids, but you were hesitant. What if he hates it. What if he’s disgusted. Unable to fight the primal desires any longer, your lips part, the sweetest of whimpers passing your mouth as you whine out for the attention you crave. “Please mi Amor, touch me. You’re driving me crazy.”
His breath hitches in his throat, as his pupils take over what feels like the entirety of his iris. Blood rushed straight between his own legs, his cock rising in his pants as his fingertip finally provided the pressure and friction your clit throbbed for. Your head flies back into the pillows, another moan passing your lips. It's the first time you’ve heard yourself moan in a while. His finger rhythmically circulates the nerve building up speed as he gages your reaction. “God, you sound so sinful mi Vida. Please don’t stop. I want to hear you tell me how good it feels.”
The hand you had knotted in his head clutches his curls, gently tugging as your hips convulsed against his hand. “It feels so good.” you whine “I want more.”
Your voice drips with desperation, sending the man between your legs into a frenzy. There's a sudden halt in pleasure, a gasp falling from your trap, however the bliss of friction soon returns as his lips consume your bud. His tongue flickers against it, purrs and hums sending vibrations through your body. You taste delectable to him, and the way your body shivers and arches is just the response he was looking for. You cry out with pleasure, sheets fisted in your palms as his mouth works to stimulate your body, pushing you to the brink of orgasm. He builds the pressure perfectly in your stomach, watching as you squirm and whimper under him. “Cum for me mi Vida….Please. I need it. You taste so perfect. You are perfect Y/N...”
He edges you until finally you blossom with bliss, body arching and toes curling as it all fades to black. The back of his hand dries his mouth as his eyes hungrily meet yours. “How did it feel?” he asks, body slithering back up between your gapped legs, nose to nose with you.
Cradling his cheek, you can’t help the curiosity within you as you brush your lips to his, getting a taste of yourself on his mouth. “Absolutely amazing…” your breathless press out. “I should have let you spoil me a long time ago.” you admit earning a grin from your lover.
“Yeah, well. When I’m right, I’m right.” he teases playfully before devouring your mouth.
A smile tugs as you lock your arms around his shoulders. You spend the rest of the night learning and allowing your partner to show you the pleasure you deprived yourself of. Healing was a slow process, but with Bruno, you felt time was endless. You couldn’t wait to grow with the man you loved.
