♡ a/n: rewatched encanto with the family last night and thoughts were being thunk 😗👉🏽👈🏽 love me some voyeur bruno. (also, reader kinda knows he's watching them)
“Bruno,” you whimpered, as you rubbed yourself harder against your soiled pillow; your hips gyrated until the bed shook, knocking against the wall in rhythm.
The one where he was watching from.
He caught his wrecked sobs with his hand, while the other wraps around his leaking cock— the veins pulsing as he fists himself with vigor upon seeing you throw your head back.
“Oh, fuck. Please,” you pleaded, mouth agape as the grip on your pillow grew tighter.
Your unfocused eyes locked with the hole in the wall, almost as if you were aware of his voyeuristic ways.
He was throbbing in his slick covered palm, painfully aware that he'll come any minute. He never lasted long with you.
Bruno couldn't be sure what brought it on: maybe it was the thought of you putting on a show for him, or the way that you said his name, but he gritted his teeth as he pumped himself a final time.
With a groan, ropes of white coated his stomach and shaking hand. He brings it to his lips, tongue peeking out to kitten lick his fingers— his mind tricking himself into believing it was you cleaning him up.
When he glances up, you're on your back coming down from your high. Your heated cheeks and heaving chest made his cock twitch, signalling for another round.
He moves to tuck himself back into his pants, when he hears you giggle.
content: sub!bruno, dom!reader, no pronouns are used for reader, reader has a cock, handjob, twt porn link. that’s it i think.
touching bruno justtt like this… yes
silently watching him whimper and moan, biting his knuckles with a hot flush spread across his face. ears burning from the lewd shlcks! haunting his room, spurring him to mewl out more pleads. sweat beads at his bronze skin, reminding him of the scrunched up ruana that failed to escape your frenzy of bites and licks to his swollen nipples.
your hands tug at his abused cock, watching his tip spurt copious amounts of precum. the slide is so slick and wet you have to tighten your hold on him, causing him to piston his hips into the heavenly drag of your fists.
“ O-Oh— ¡Dios mío!” Bruno yelps out profanities in his mother tongue, hands flying from his mouth to his nipples. pinching, pulling, rolling at his puffy nubs. his thrusts become more erratic and sloppy, a warning of his oncoming climax.
his head falls back onto the pillow below him, brown and scattered grey curls splayed out like a halo. “ m gonna c-cum!” his back arches off the bed, hips going still while your fists continue their assault on his cock. Bruno’s balls pull tight against him while he lets out a almost pornographic moan.
face streaked with pleasured tears bruno moans your name on his tongue, still unconsciously rolling his hips up to meet your stilled fist. shocks of overstimulation causing him to hic and twitch until he finally stops his pleasureful session.
he looks so beautiful and fucked out, drool trailing down his stubble, bit marks leading from his neck to his chest, hair left in a frenzy from heated kisses. so yummy you just want to fuck him yourself.
“mi amor..” Bruno croaks out in a strained voice, “ if you keep looking at me like that..it’s gonna go up again..” he covers his face with his hands in embarrassment.
shuffling can be heard from behind his hands then he feels a sudden weight on his chest. removing his hands he looks up to see you hovering above him. confusion laces his features but before he could ask what you were doing he felt something heavy on his face.
your cock slaps against his cheek, meaty n heavy in all it’s glory. Bruno let’s out hot puffs of air onto your shaft, tongue itching to reach out and get a taste. hot veins run along the side, curving upward towards your mushroom tip. he feels his mouth water at the sight before him, whimpers already making its way up his throat.
a perverted grin stretches across your face, clouded eyes watches his tongue slowly wet his lips in anticipation. you grab your dick and tap it against his cheek a few times, knowing his is already twitching back to life behind you.
“suck it well and i’ll fuck you till you cant use that pretty brain of yours, kay?”
BRUNO BUCCIARATI idk how to spell his last name abeg
Or mista or abbachio 😫😫
cw: sub!bucciarati dom!reader, public sex, inappropriate use of stands
a/n: this is part 1! part 2 will be abbacchio, then mista <33
BRUNO BUCCIARATI
– bucciarati is a very sweet lover, “would always put your needs first” kind of guy. would go down on you if you want, would let you use his body even if he’s climaxed a bunch of times or even when it’s in public.
“right here?” bucciarati questioned crossing his shoulders together, a bit mad that you weren’t taking this mission seriously.
“oh come on, we’re at the back anyways. no one will here.” you persuaded, a bit impatient since nothing strange has been happening with the person you were tasked to watch. “well, that’s only if you keep quiet.”
he glanced at the front before looking into your eyes, he’d never say no to you but when it came to work… it’s a fifty-fifty.
with a sigh, he sat down on your lap and held the seat in front of you. he used his stand for you to do your business easier.
“a zipper right here? just for me? that’s bold.” you claimed, unzipping his pants right where you need to penetrate.
he didn’t like doing it dry, saying it would just inconvenience you but the quick moan that escaped his lips said otherwise.
the train was going at a speed where you thrusting into him seemed quicker. he covered his mouth with his left hand, not wanting to be heard by the other passengers, still keeping an eye on your target. if he was in the right state of mind, he could’ve just zipped his mouth shut.
unfortunately—or fortunately, he was too deep in pleasure to think of such things.
“hmm!”
“such a good boy, look at you still doing the mission.” you praised as his heart thumped to the same rhythm as your pounding.
“(n-name)…not too f-fast…” he begged, seeming to reach his limit. but as fate would have it, the train came to a halt pushing you deeper inside.
“Ah!” bucciarati yelled out, causing eyes to look back to him.
he thought he would be caught as they definitely made eye contact but they quickly turned around, pretending as if they didn’t see a thing.
“(name).” he said with a stern voice, mad.
“don’t worry! i’m sure they wouldn’t think the boss would send someone that’d have sex behind the train.” you chuckled.
Posting snippets to motivate myself to finish this chapter cause it’s kicking my ass. A week and 3.5K words in and it still doesn’t feel right. UGH.
! Minors DNI, NSFT !
“Shh,” you coo, “breathe out. Breath out, into my lips.”
Bruno nods, eyes on your mouth above his, as he tries to breathe in time with you. You kiss his cheek and he whimpers, rubbing his face against yours, needy and small.
“That’s good,” you encourage, “you’re doing great.”
He reaches down to feel his hips, his ass, fingers grasping his own flesh.
“It’s-”, he arches, trying a little experimental thrust on your dick, hands spreading himself open further for you, “full, so full.”
Imagine Bruno seeing a dress in a shop that he desperately wants so like a little kid he tugs on your sleeve and points at it, and that night you help him into it and lace up the back so he can twirl around and feel like a pretty princess :)
please this is so cute 😭 what if you bought little accessories along with the dress secretly so imagine the huge smile on his face when you show him all the cute stuff like a tiara, etc
he's just so happy about it and he just blushes when you call him a pretty boy/princess
