#take it slow
Just a little bit of more progress on the piece…The plan is to fill the peach colour first before I start the light blue..
Bruno Madrigal X Fem-Reader – Heart’s Refuge - Chapter 18
Take It Slow
A/N – So here is the smut chapter. It is purely optional, you won’t miss out on the story if you skip this one.
Warnings – NSFW / SMUT.
Rating – M
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You grabbed Bruno’s nightshirt, bunching the material in clenched hands so that he was forced to rest over you, where you kissed him yet again. Bruno needed very little convincing as he draped over you, hoping that the moment would never end. He wished the two of you could have stayed in his room forever so that he might relish the feeling of you falling in love with him for eternity.
Though he knew that the kiss must eventually end, he was not prepared for where it led next as you slipped your hand inside his shirt hooking it around his neck. Bruno’s heart raced for though it was only a small step forward, you had yet to be so intimate with him. The clothes you both wore had always been the barrier between the unknown, and just by slipping your hand underneath the fabric, you had posed an interesting question; where was this going?
While Bruno mentally questioned everything, you thought little past your impulses, the exact opposite of him. You broke the kiss to allow your lips to travel lower, pecking Bruno’s jaw, his chin, and finally his neck, effectively mapping new territory; you wanted to know every part of him and your lips seemed to take the lead in cartography.
While your lips were on Bruno’s neck, you felt him swallow anxiously, and you paused, looking into his eyes which were fixed unwaveringly on your own, an expression of untamed fear in them.
Mentally, you chastised yourself for forgetting about Bruno’s past. He had been alone for ten years, and you probably should have discussed the topic of sex before diving in so casually.
“Do you want me to stop?” You asked quietly.
Bruno took a minute before pushing himself up so he was sitting, bringing his knees to his chest.
“Bruno?”
“I- I’ve never done this before,” He admitted sheepishly, avoiding eye contact. “Nobody ever liked me enough to- I- I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Moving slowly so you wouldn’t scare him, you maneuvered yourself so you were hugging Bruno, your arm around his back, “That’s okay. You waited for me, now I’ll wait for you. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I’m sorry if I rushed you.”
“No!” Bruno exclaimed adamantly, then in a quieter undertone, he added, “I want to do this, I just… I don’t want to disappoint you.”
You placed a hand on Bruno’s cheek, turning his head so he had to look at you, “You could never disappoint me. I meant it when I said I love you.”
He swallowed and nodded, his curls bouncing slightly with the motion.
“Okay… If you feel uncomfortable at any point, we can stop, alright?” You said, before the two of you did anything further.
“Yes,” Bruno agreed, leaning back towards you for another kiss.
The two of you stayed like that for a while, making out against the headboard before you lowered yourself onto the bed, drawing Bruno down with you.
You opted to let him take the lead for although he was inexperienced, it allowed him to set the pace you were both to follow.
It took him a while to do anything more than kiss you, but the two of you had the whole night and eventually, Bruno’s hands started slowly travelling your body, until they landed shakily at the hem of your shirt. His eyes flicked up to yours, begging your permission and you nodded encouragingly, arching your back to make it easier for him to remove your shirt.
“Dios mío,” He breathed, taking you in.
You bit the inside of your lip, holding in a small laugh when Bruno’s hand went to his head, subconsciously knocking on wood for luck.
His hand hovered over your bare chest, almost trembling in anticipation.
“It’s okay,” You reassured him, reaching up to trace your thumb lightly across his cheek.
Taking the plunge, Bruno cupped your breast in his hand, and though it was a little bit of an overreaction, you made sure to moan loudly, emboldening him somewhat.
He pinched your nipple lightly between his thumb and forefinger, toying with it.
“Oh yeah, just like that. That’s so good,” You praised him.
At your praise, Bruno flushed red, his blush colouring his neck, cheeks, and the tips of his ears. It wasn’t so much what you were saying as the reaction it caused in him. His erection pressed against his pants and in your close proximity, he knew you felt it against your thigh, though you had the good graces not to mention it. Bruno briefly wondered whether he ought to readjust himself so you wouldn’t feel it, but then he reconsidered and since he knew that he would sleep with you tonight, he had to force himself not to feel embarrassed, though that alone was a challenge in itself.
When it became clear that Bruno was becoming a prisoner to his own thoughts, you took control of the situation, making out with him and slowly guiding him down until you were atop him, pressing your chest against him.
You tried to imagine how he must be feeling, overwhelmed by the possibility of everything that he could do, and unsure of which route to pursue. For the first time, it was best to keep things simple while the two of you explored each other’s comfort zones.
You trailed kisses down his jawline once again, travelling even lower this time, giving one extra kiss for each button of his shirt you undid, exposing his chest.
Bruno watched you intensely, afraid that you might find him repulsive or as a let-down to whatever you had built up in your head. Straddling Bruno’s waist, where his erection was firm against your ass, you dragged your hands down his chest, feeling the muscles that had developed from years of climbing behind the walls of the Casita.
“Beautiful,” You complimented, admiring the hair that travelled from his chest down to his navel until it disappeared beneath his pants.
“(Y/N),” Bruno choked out, a desperate need building within him the longer you pressed against his erection. “I think- I- I’m ready now.”
“You sure?” You asked, hoping he wasn’t rushing into anything based on your desires.
“Yes,” He grunted as you shifted against him.
You moved so you could free yourself of your pyjama bottoms, and after seeing you nude, Bruno built up the courage to remove his own pants, though he couldn’t help feeling somewhat ugly as his erection was released, revealing his need for you.
You waited for one final look of approval from Bruno before slowly seating yourself atop him. Bruno groaned wantonly with every slow inch you took, his hands automatically reaching for your hips.
Slowly, you rocked your hips, using an old trick you had heard of to spell your name. Bruno could do little more than whimper though he kept his eyes trained on you the entire time. Meanwhile, you did everything you could to praise him, finding that he responded well when you did.
You briefly wondered when the last time was that Bruno was properly praised for anything; considering his past, you understood his need for validation and played on that, giving him everything he could want, both physically, and mentally.
“Oh yeah,” You breathed when he dared to move with you, bucking into you. “Just like that. Bruno, that’s so damn good. Just like that.”
Building up momentum, Bruno started jerking into you, his movements becoming more erratic as he came close to his finish.
You had one small moment of fear and regret as he came inside you, but you didn’t linger on the thought. If Julieta’s food could heal in ways which you desired, you were certain it could act somewhat like a morning-after pill, or rather you hoped that it would.
In the meantime, you were too busy chasing a high, your own orgasm hitting not long after Bruno’s.
“Oh God,” You choked out, finding yourself exhausted in the best way.
Although you wished to linger in the afterglow of sex, you knew that it was your job to take care of Bruno since it was his first time. Taking a minute to catch your breath and disengage from Bruno, you grabbed some things to clean yourselves up, and once everything was taken care of, you slipped into bed beside him.
“Was everything okay for you?” You asked, ensuring that he was alright.
“That was wonderful,” He sighed dreamily, drawing you against his bare chest. “You are wonderful. I love you, mi Corazón.”
Despite knowing very little Spanish, you knew what that meant. You were Bruno’s heart, and though that title might have intimidated you before, you were now glad to be charged with it.
“And you are mi Vida,” You replied; if you were his heart, then he was your life.
Bruno sniffled and you didn’t have to look up to know that he was crying. You let him have his tears, knowing that they weren’t ones of sadness, but of profound love. He had always assumed that he was destined to be alone, but despite everything, you were there with him. Bruno’s strong arms encircled you, offering protection in their grip.
He held you long after you had fallen asleep, listening to your breathing, a question forming in his mind. Though it wasn’t something that could ideally wait, Bruno didn’t wish to wake you, and eventually, he too fell asleep. He really hoped you would stay for the morning, because if you did, he could ask you then, and even more importantly, he wanted to know what it was like to wake up next to the person he loved most in the world.
Bruno Madrigal X Male-Reader – Heart’s Refuge - Chapter 18
Take It Slow
A/N – So here is the smut chapter. It is purely optional, you won’t miss out on the story if you skip this one.
Warnings – NSFW / SMUT.
Rating – M
Taglist: @mobuaddiction@tangled-cl0wn-core@constant-state-of-self-discovery
You grabbed Bruno’s nightshirt, bunching the material in clenched hands so that he was forced to rest over you, where you kissed him yet again. Bruno needed very little convincing as he draped over you, hoping that the moment would never end. He wished the two of you could have stayed in his room forever so that he might relish the feeling of you falling in love with him for eternity.
Though he knew that the kiss must eventually end, he was not prepared for where it led next as you slipped your hand inside his shirt hooking it around his neck. Bruno’s heart raced for though it was only a small step forward, you had yet to be so intimate with him. The clothes you both wore had always been the barrier between the unknown, and just by slipping your hand underneath the fabric, you had posed an interesting question; where was this going?
While Bruno mentally questioned everything, you thought little past your impulses, the exact opposite of him. You broke the kiss to allow your lips to travel lower, pecking Bruno’s jaw, his chin, and finally his neck, effectively mapping new territory; you wanted to know every part of him and your lips seemed to take the lead in cartography.
While your lips were on Bruno’s neck, you felt him swallow anxiously, and you paused, looking into his eyes which were fixed unwaveringly on your own, an expression of untamed fear in them.
Mentally, you chastised yourself for forgetting about Bruno’s past. He had been alone for ten years, and you probably should have discussed the topic of sex before diving in so casually.
“Do you want me to stop?” You asked quietly.
Bruno took a minute before pushing himself up so he was sitting, bringing his knees to his chest.
“Bruno?”
“I- I’ve never done this before,” He admitted sheepishly, avoiding eye contact. “Nobody ever liked me enough to- I- I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Moving slowly so you wouldn’t scare him, you maneuvered yourself so you were hugging Bruno, your arm around his back, “That’s okay. You waited for me, now I’ll wait for you. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I’m sorry if I rushed you.”
“No!” Bruno exclaimed adamantly, then in a quieter undertone, he added, “I want to do this, I just… I don’t want to disappoint you.”
You placed a hand on Bruno’s cheek, turning his head so he had to look at you, “You could never disappoint me. I meant it when I said I love you.”
He swallowed and nodded, his curls bouncing slightly with the motion.
“Okay… If you feel uncomfortable at any point, we can stop, alright?” You said, before the two of you did anything further.
“Yes,” Bruno agreed, leaning back towards you for another kiss.
The two of you stayed like that for a while, making out against the headboard before you lowered yourself onto the bed, drawing Bruno down with you.
You opted to let him take the lead for although he was inexperienced, it allowed him to set the pace you were both to follow.
It took him a while to do anything more than kiss you, but the two of you had the whole night and eventually, Bruno’s hands started slowly travelling your body, until they landed shakily at the hem of your shirt. His eyes flicked up to yours, begging your permission and you nodded encouragingly, arching your back to make it easier for him to remove your shirt.
“Dios mío,” He breathed, taking you in.
You bit the inside of your lip, holding in a small laugh when Bruno’s hand went to his head, subconsciously knocking on wood for luck.
His hand hovered over your bare chest, almost trembling in anticipation.
“It’s okay,” You reassured him, reaching up to trace your thumb lightly across his cheek.
Taking the plunge, Bruno cupped your peck in his hand, and though it was a little bit of an overreaction, you made sure to moan loudly, emboldening him somewhat.
He pinched your nipple lightly between his thumb and forefinger, toying with it.
“Oh yeah, just like that. That’s so good,” You praised him.
At your praise, Bruno flushed red, his blush colouring his neck, cheeks, and the tips of his ears. It wasn’t so much what you were saying as the reaction it caused in him. His erection pressed against his pants and in your close proximity, he knew you felt it against your thigh, though you had the good graces not to mention it. Bruno briefly wondered whether he ought to readjust himself so you wouldn’t feel it, but then he reconsidered and since he knew that he would sleep with you tonight, he had to force himself not to feel embarrassed, though that alone was a challenge in itself.
When it became clear that Bruno was becoming a prisoner to his own thoughts, you took control of the situation, making out with him and slowly guiding him down until you were atop him, pressing your chest against him.
You tried to imagine how he must be feeling, overwhelmed by the possibility of everything that he could do, and unsure of which route to pursue. For the first time, it was best to keep things simple while the two of you explored each other’s comfort zones.
You trailed kisses down his jawline once again, travelling even lower this time, giving one extra kiss for each button of his shirt you undid, exposing his chest.
Bruno watched you intensely, afraid that you might find him repulsive or as a let-down to whatever you had built up in your head. Straddling Bruno’s waist, where his erection was firm against your ass, you dragged your hands down his chest, feeling the muscles that had developed from years of climbing behind the walls of the Casita. Meanwhile, your own erection was forming, pressing upon him.
“Beautiful,” You complimented, admiring the hair that travelled from his chest down to his navel until it disappeared beneath his pants.
“(Y/N),” Bruno choked out, a desperate need building within him the longer you pressed against his erection. “I think- I- I’m ready now.”
“You sure?” You asked, hoping he wasn’t rushing into anything based on your desires.
“Yes,” He grunted as you shifted against him.
You moved so you could free yourself of your pyjama bottoms, and after seeing you nude, Bruno built up the courage to remove his own pants, though he couldn’t help feeling somewhat ugly as his erection was released, revealing his need for you.
You, on the other hand, were completely unashamed of your own hard-on, hoping that he might admire it as much as you admired his.
You waited for one final look of approval from Bruno before slowly seating yourself atop him. Bruno groaned wantonly with every slow inch you took, his hands automatically reaching for your hips.
Slowly, you rocked your hips, using an old trick you had heard of to spell your name. Bruno could do little more than whimper though he kept his eyes trained on you the entire time. Meanwhile, you did everything you could to praise him, finding that he responded well when you did.
You briefly wondered when the last time was that Bruno was properly praised for anything; considering his past, you understood his need for validation and played on that, giving him everything he could want, both physically, and mentally.
“Oh yeah,” You breathed when he dared to move with you, bucking into you. “Just like that. Bruno, that’s so damn good. Just like that.”
Building up momentum, Bruno started jerking into you, his movements becoming more erratic as he came close to his finish. You stroked your own cock, giving yourself a handjob while your rode Bruno, chasing a high, your orgasm hitting not long after Bruno came.
“Oh God,” You choked out, finding yourself exhausted in the best way.
Although you wished to linger in the afterglow of sex, you knew that it was your job to take care of Bruno since it was his first time. Taking a minute to catch your breath and disengage from Bruno, you grabbed some things to clean yourselves up, and once everything was taken care of, you slipped into bed beside him.
“Was everything okay for you?” You asked, ensuring that he was alright.
“That was wonderful,” He sighed dreamily, drawing you against his bare chest. “You are wonderful. I love you, mi Corazón.”
Despite knowing very little Spanish, you knew what that meant. You were Bruno’s heart, and though that title might have intimidated you before, you were now glad to be charged with it.
“And you are mi Vida,” You replied; if you were his heart, then he was your life.
Bruno sniffled and you didn’t have to look up to know that he was crying. You let him have his tears, knowing that they weren’t ones of sadness, but of profound love. He had always assumed that he was destined to be alone, but despite everything, you were there with him. Bruno’s strong arms encircled you, offering protection in their grip.
He held you long after you had fallen asleep, listening to your breathing, a question forming in his mind. Though it wasn’t something that could ideally wait, Bruno didn’t wish to wake you, and eventually, he too fell asleep. He really hoped you would stay for the morning, because if you did, he could ask you then, and even more importantly, he wanted to know what it was like to wake up next to the person he loved most in the world.
Also, I’ll be honest, I’m asexual and a lass, so if there’s something unsatisfactory about this male reader version, just tell me and I’ll fix it, okay?
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