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little fic in the day of the life of Dust(or Mur as I call him but he’s called Dust here), it’s a bit all over the place, but such is life.

Hello!! Aaaaaaa i’m so sorry for this delay ç.ç Well... all in all we’re still nearer to Christmas 2019 than Christmas 2020, right? So I’m still in time- *sweats*

Ok I’ll stop blabbing now! Here we go with a sweet -delayed- Christmas scenario :3

Bruno Bucciarati and his s/o have a sweet Christmas night

(Under the cut for n/sfw contents!)

You smiled, happily weaving at Abbacchio and the boys, as they were finally going out, after the glorious Christmas dinner at your and Bruno’s house. It had been extremely funny, even if so tiring! It had been such a wonderful Christmas…

“It has been amazing, hm, cara?” you tilted your head on a side, leaving more space to your boyfriend to affectionately nuzzle his nose on your neck, leaving a couple of small, sweet kisses. You hummed, content, gently caressing his hands, which were softly holding your hips. So nice…

“It has been… it was fun.” you sighed, content, when his lips softly grazed your skin, going up and up, leaving a couple of kisses on your jaw and then on the corner of your mouth, so near, yet so far… you turned a little your head, finally meeting his lips in a sweet kiss. He sighed, letting you completely turn around, and then holding more firmly your hips, never stopping to kiss you, as his life depended by it. Soon, the kiss turned more passionate, sloppier; his tongue slid inside your mouth, exploring, taking the lead of the kiss. His hands, from your hips, slowly travelled on your back and up, going to cup your cheeks in a firm but gentle grip. When he broke the kiss, you both were breathless, but the needing in your and Bruno’s eyes said everything: that kiss wasn’t enough.

“Let’s end this night in the best way, shall we?” you boldly invited, smiling and following the sharp line of his jaw with the tip of your index. Bruno arched a brow, pleasantly surprised by your invite, and nodded, stopping your hand to softly kiss your palm, in a gesture that made your heart melt. How dared he…

“You always have the best ideas, Y/N.” he lifted you up, making you laugh in surprise, and, after giving you another quick kiss, he carried you to your bedroom, enjoying how you were gripping at his shoulders. He grumbled when, thanks to your privileged position, you started to pepper his neck with soft kisses, giggling at his soft grumbles. He was adorable even when he did so…!

After laying you down on the sheets, he crawled over you, capturing your lips in a deep and overwhelming kiss once again, as his hands roamed on your body, caressing, softly squeezing and absolutely loving how you squirmed under his hands, both to escape his hands and to meet his touch, in a conflictual dance that had the effect to make him desire you even more.

“Thank you for this Christmas, Y/N…” he lifted your shirt, staring at your skin now full of goosebumps that his feathered touch just enhanced, to his immense pleasure. His fingers softly ran on your abdomen and between your breasts, following the rim of your special Christmas themed bra, so silly but at the same time so cute. He loved it.

“Hm? Why are you thanking me, Bruno?” you softly asked, sighing when his lips followed the same trail his fingers had followed a moment before, and feeling your breasts finally free from the costrinction of the bra. He kissed your pulse, and his fingers toyed with your breasts for a second, just enough to make you yearn for more, before flying down, to tease your skin just above the hem of your trousers and panties. He was having fun, hm…?

“Because you are marvellous and I love you. And your presence made this Christmas the most beautiful Christmas I have ever had.” his words had the power to make your heart melt in a puddle of sweetness. How could he been so sweet even during those moments…?

A moment after, to the deep sweetness in your heart, a great wave of lust was added, when his slender fingers slipped under your trousers and panties to tease your sex, which was quickly growing aroused and slippery. His mouth covered yours in a kiss that muffled your sighs and moans, when his fingers gently stroked your folds, to prepare you. His attentions made you grow impatient, and you quickly unbuttoned your trousers and kicked them off, soon followed by your panties too. He chuckled in the kiss, amused by your eagerness, and sank his fingers in you, deliciously spreading and preparing your insides for a couple of minutes; at that point, you couldn’t hold it anymore. It was just too much!

“Please… please, don’t hold back.” he nodded at your words, softly caressing your cheek, and proceeded to finally remove his last garments as well. You spread your legs, with a welcoming smile, and you hissed when he gently stroke his length on your folds, to prepare himself as well. The pressure was so nice, and he was rubbing so perfectly on your already overstimulated clit… you just hoped he wouldn’t have taken long, because your patience was at its limit. You needed him, now.

You breathlessly sighed when he finally slid into you, softly thrusting a couple of times to settle in and let you enjoy every second of it. Your eyes fluttered closed, your teeth sank in your bottom lip; what Bruno was seeing was the most beautiful creature in the whole planet, and she was lost in pleasure thanks to him. And he didn’t want to stop here.

With one arm, he sustained his own weight, and with his free hand he softly twisted your nipple, still unmoving, just buried inside you. You tried to bear it, but it wasn’t enough, and your hips moved on their own, rocking onto his ones, searching for more friction, more pleasure. You needed it…

And, finally, he gave in too.

His arms caged your body, his hands rested on your head’s sides, gently holding it, and his mouth was on yours, to swallow your sweet meowls and gasps, as his hips rocked back onto yours, soon finding a steady rhythm. You wrapped your legs around his waist, to keep him nearer, and you hold onto his biceps, as to have something real to grasp in that ocean of pleasure you were losing yourself into. Your hips followed his movements, meeting his in a rhythmic dance made of gasps, slaps of skin on skin, soft, loving murmurs on each other’s lips and pleasure. You felt light, like you were just about to…

When he insistently hit your weak spot, your inner walls started to quiver and your legs brought him nearer, making him sink even more into your sweet core, tearing a husky gasp from his lips, puffy and red due to too many kisses. He stopped for a second, to savour the warmth of your deepest part, before starting to move again, with more decision, gritting his teeth when he felt your inner muscles starting to tighten around his length, massaging it in the most delicious way. Damn, he was close… but he couldn’t come and leave you unsatisfied. So, he hold back, pushing faster inside you, and his hand ran down, to your core, to frantically rub your clit, adding more moans to the ones that were already flowing freely from your mouth. A final, huskier moan marked your orgasm, and your back arched, your toes curled, as wave after wave the pleasure blanked everything else, making you feel just that area so perfectly hit and rubbed.

Bruno never had enough of your face lost in pleasure. The sight of it and the way your muscles clenched around his length, almost painfully, undid him. He buried himself inside you, with a last, strong thrust, and sank his face in your shoulder, releasing, finally, inside you, weakly and unconsciously pushing deeper few more times, as not to lose even a drop.

You both just stayed still, holding to each other, your limbs locked together, desperately trying to catch your breath; your mind was slowly and lazily emerging from that incredible pleasure that had deleted everything else.

When you felt your heart starting to beat again at a reasonable rhythm, you kissed his cheek, while he moved few locks of hair from your sweaty forehead, tiredly, but happily, smiling at you. How much you loved that smile…

“Merry Christmas, Bruno.” you murmured, softly kissing his smiling lips and hugging him with all the strength you still had, enjoying the way his broad body was covering and protectively pressing on yours.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.” he said softly, holding you tight for an infinite while, relishing in your warmth, scent and cuddles, feeling… safe. At home.

Links don’t work still uuuuggggggfhhhhh

Make sure to read the previous chapters if ya haven’t obv. Imma do a heathy and sleep now. But first