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It was so easy to fall in love with Bruno Bucciarati. You love Bruno and he loves you. He was the first to admit his feelings to you, timidly (which was so unlike him- he was usually so assured of himself.) and you were overjoyed that his feelings were the same as yours. Never once did you doubt his devotion towards you, always making you blush with his sweet compliments and his chivalry. You would walk the ends of the earth for him, and you knew he felt the same way. You decided that you finally wanted to show him exactly how you felt, with your body.
“You look nervous.” Bruno murmurs.
“I am, a bit.” You said biting your lip.
“Are you sure you’re ready to go through with this?” Bruno asks politely with a warm squeeze of your hand.
Truth be told, he is your first love. Sure, you’ve had partners in the past, but you never truly loved them as much as you love Bruno. “We don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”
“Yes...I want to do this.” You reply earnestly. And it was the truth, too. You want to show him just how much you loved him. What better way to do that than by consummating your relationship?
Bruno differed from you in more ways than one. He was tall, you were short. He was chiseled and hard, you were soft and smooth. He’s had his fair share of flings, and you were, quite literally, a blushing madonna. Bruno would always say that he definitely felt lust and passion towards his flings, but that’s all they were. Flings. Not that you would ever judge him. It’s just that you felt like a white belt going against a black belt in the dojo.
“I want to make you feel so so good...” He mutters in a hush tone. “My beautiful girl-“
His hand tenderly cups your cheek as he leans in for a fervent kiss. His kisses always tasted like caramel and he always smelled like a mix of his cologne and the ocean. It was truly heavenly. As you card your fingers through his hair, he leans into you, slowly pushing you into the soft bed beneath you. The kiss continues for a moment before he breaks it, moving onto your neck, placing hot wet kisses along your jawline and up and down your neck.
A soft moan escapes your lips, which seemed to please Bruno as his kisses became harder and deeper, leaving small dark marks. “Bruno...” you whine.
He stops his kisses for a moment to meet your eyes. “Yes, my love?” You can’t help but smile.
“That feels so good.” You say with a grin.
A soft giggle escapes from his lips. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, my sweet,” he says, placing one last kiss on your neck. “But I’m just getting started.”
Bruno moves his mouth from your neck to your collarbone, shoulder, chest, before he reaches the top of your breasts, concealed by your silky pajama top. “Y/N...” He says with his hands just hovering slightly over your mounds, working towards the hem of your shirt. “Can I take this off?”
You grant permission, nodding slowly. He rolls your top up slowly, taking his time and savoring every moment, taking you in like a present meant just for him.
“Fuck,” he whispers under his breath.
You quickly recoil and cross your arms, attempting to barricade your body from Bruno’s glare. “I knew it,” You say defeated. “We can do it with my shirt on, if that’s better.” Your voice sounds small as it trails off.
Bruno furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “What are you talking about?” He asks. He knew exactly what you were talking about, and it was his mission to assure you how much he loves you and your body.
“I look at your body and I see nothing but one of God’s masterpieces.” He kisses your hand. “I can see the constellations in your adorable freckles. Your stretch marks are reminiscent of the waves that crash on the sea. Your skin is as soft as freshly drawn silk.”
You avert your gaze in a soft blush as Bruno cups your face and turns your gaze towards him.
“I assure you. You are the most gorgeous person I’ve ever seen.” As much as you want to protest, Bruno’s words melt your heart and you let your guard (and your arms) down, allowing him full access to your torso and chest.
He hums in approval, and you swear you hear him whisper “good girl.” His fingers graze your skin, pads of fingers delicately run up and down your curves along the side of your body making you shiver. Fingers grazing turn into hands roaming as he runs his hands over your sides and stomach, saving your breasts for last. He toys with your nipple, allowing it to harden under his gentle touch.
“Do you like this?” He asks in a loud whisper while softly massaging your breast.
“Yes...” You whimper out. “Feels so good...”
A soft hum of approval escapes Bruno as he continues softly roaming your body, getting to know every dip and curve. In a sudden act of passion, his teeth softly graze your nipple, taking it into his mouth softly sucking and licking it.
“Ahh!” You cry out, alerting Bruno.
He stops immediately to glance up at you. “Is everything okay?” He asked, his voice laced with concern.
“Yeah everything’s fine, it’s just…” You had to take a moment to catch your breath. “No teeth! Please, they’re sensitive, sheesh.”
Bruno let out a belly laugh at your admission. “I’m sorry love, it was my mistake.” He says, pressing a kiss to the nipple in question. “You’re just so delicious, that I needed a taste of you.”
You roll your eyes but can’t help but smile and blush. He continues his assault on your breasts, rubbing one while using his mouth on the other. “So so delicious...” he says. “Sweeter than any dessert I’ve ever had. You’re fucking perfect.”
His kisses veer from your breasts to your torso, to your thighs and your knees. His warm, broad hands run up and down your outer thighs, reaching for the waistband of your pajama shorts. “I don’t think we’ll need these, how about we take them off, hmm?” Bruno says smugly as you lift your hips up for him to roll your shorts down, leaving you completely nude in front of Bruno for the first time ever.
You were beet red and that didn’t go unnoticed to Bruno, as he elegantly massages your hips. “So so gorgeous...” He says absentmindedly. His fingers trail along the top of your pussy, looking for permission to touch it. “Is it okay if I let my gorgeous girl feel extra special?” You spread your feet apart, allowing him full frontal access to your sex. “God, look at you,” he grits out.” “Fucking beautiful.”
Bruno sits up, kneeling before you looking like a man starved. His fingers dance gracefully over your pussy lips, causing you to catch your breath. Sure, you had pleasured yourself before using your own fingers, but it was a completely different feeling having someone else do it. “Gonna make you feel so good,” Bruno breathes out, his hot lips hovering over your sex. “Gonna make this pretty pussy come, how’s that sound?” He asks, and you can't reply fast enough.
“Mmm, touch me, Bruno.” You reply with lust filled eyes. “Please, I wanna feel you.”
“And I wanna feel you.” Bruno says as his fingers dance delicately up and down your folds, your own slick starting to formulate. After a few moments of teasing, he makes his way up to your clit, rubbing small circles, eliciting small moans from you.
“You sound so beautiful when you moan for me.” Bruno says, picking up the pace a bit. “Love hearing my pretty girl make such pretty sounds, just for me, right?” Of course he knows the answer, but he wants to hear it from you. That you were each other’s one and only.
“Bruno,” you whine out, bucking your hips up at his unrelenting pace. “Everything I have to offer is for you to take.”
And it’s true. Even due to your lack of experience, there was no one else you would rather give yourself into submission to.
“That’s a good girl.” Bruno hums, contently. His ministrations on your clit come to an end as his fingers make their way further down to your aching sex. He drops his seductive character for only a moment while his eyes search for yours.
“I’m going to put one in, okay?” He says, his voice soothing and reassuring. “Tell me at any time if you want me to stop.”
“I will,” you reply. “Just...go gently.”
With your permission granted, Bruno slips his middle finger inside of your wet hole. It wasn’t exactly a foreign sensation, you’ve touched yourself before. The only difference is Bruno’s fingers are much larger than yours, and it’s noticeable as he curls his finger inside of you, brushing past your sweet spot.
“Oh...fuck.” You gasp out, reveling at this new sensation. “Keep going.” Your breath was shaking with pleasure.
Bruno moves his finger back and forth slowly, allowing you to take in every sensation looming over you. The sounds emitting from your pussy were echoing across the walls, making wet squelching sounds with every small thrust.
Bruno looks up at you with a shit-eating grin. “Yeah? You like that, huh? How about a second one?” His ring finger begins prodding at your entrance, waiting for your approval.
“Yeah,” Was all you’re able to muster out. “Yes, please. More.”
His ring finger slips inside of you ever so slowly, causing your walls to stretch a bit to accommodate. You let out a soft yelp in response, alerting Bruno.
“It’ll feel good in just a moment.” He says, trying to ease your nerves. He continues his gentle thrusts, and soon enough you give yourself over to pleasure.
Your breathing becomes sporadic as you approach an orgasm. The brushes of Bruno’s fingers on your most delicate spot sends a warm sensation, easing the feeling of his actions. You can’t hold back anymore.
“Bruno, I’m close.” You say through labored breaths.
“Hmm,” Bruno hums in satisfaction. “Are you going to come for me, mia dolce ragazza?”
The room was silent besides the sounds of your slick and your breathy pants and whines. The contortion of pleasure on your face was a tell-tale sign of your incoming orgasm.
“Come for me, amore. Don’t be shy. You’re doing so well.”
Bruno picks up the pace a bit, his fingers gently against your sweet spot that would’ve been impossible for you to reach on your own. You feel your entire body tense up and your mind goes fuzzy. Your breath hitches in your throat as stars take over your vision and your essence starts spilling out of you. The tightness and pressure you had felt now became overwhelmingly pleasurable.
“Aaaah, Bruno!” Is all you’re able to say. You aren’t even sure exactly if that was the right thing to say. It was all so overwhelming.
You peer up once you come down from your high, and notice the dampness on the sheets under you, seeping through the bed. “Oh my god,” You say in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
“Please, don’t apologize, amore mio.” Bruno says with a small kiss to your knee. “It’s only natural. And you looked so beautiful doing it.” His fingers trace up and down your slit, collecting all of your juices. He takes his index and middle finger into his mouth, savoring your taste. “Mmmm,” he whines. “So sweet.” He coos with a kiss to your other knee. “Just like you.”
He lowers his head so his face was level with your glistening sex. He seems lost in a trance as he traces his fingers around it, admiring it in all of its glory.
“Would it be alright if I tasted some more?” He looks up at you with pleading eyes.
You give a lazy nod of approval as you watch him lower himself onto you. He licks a fat stripe from bottom to top, toying with your clit. You shriek at the sensation, unfamiliar yet not at all unwanted. After a bit of swirling his tongue around your nub, his tongue dives into your hole, fucking you with his muscle. He ate you like a man starved, wanting to drink up every inch of you, as if you were the best meal anyone could ever have. And to Bruno, you are.
The sensation was unlike anything you had ever experienced before. Hell, you were barely able to fit your own fingers inside of you. It’s as if his tongue was expertly dancing inside of you, hitting every spot that made you become undone.
It wasn’t long before you felt a familiar warmth in your body again.
“Bruno,” you moan out, pleading to your lover. “Bruno, I’m-”
“I know, my love.” He pops up for a moment to reply. “It’s okay. I want to make you come again.”
Of course you also want him to make you come, too. But not in this way. You want to feel, really feel Bruno as you fall apart.
“N-not like this.” You say bashfully. Your entire body was burning with passion and your natural timidness. Why was it so embarrassing to ask your boyfriend to fuck you?
Bruno sits up, stopping his ministrations with his tongue. He runs his hand up and down your outer thigh, still craving your touch.
“What is it, carina?” He coos. “How would you like to come? I would hate knowing I got you all worked up like this just for nothing.” He chuckles to himself.
“With you inside of me.” You say curtly.
Your abruptness and choice of words leave Bruno stunned. He had been absolutely adamant about making this night all about you and your pleasure as well as your comfort. His boxers hadn’t even come off yet. He wanted to make sure you were thoroughly prepared before taking him. But more than anything, he also wants to make sure it was something you really wanted, with it being your first time.
“You’re certain about this?” He asks.
“One thousand percent.” You reply enthusiastically. There’s no one you would rather be doing this with.
Bruno is the perfect gentleman, always going the extra mile for you. You told him that you wanted to take things slow, and he didn’t get annoyed or mad like how most men your age would have. Instead, he makes you feel good in other ways. He arrives every Sunday morning with a freshly cut bouquet and breakfast for two. He always holds the door open for you. Never once do you have to worry about being cold, as he always lends you his jacket (you were a bit sad you didn’t have an excuse to wear it when he bought you your own.) He always laughs at your jokes, holds you when you cry, carries you to bed when you fall asleep on the couch. He was everything and more. You love him. Of course you were a thousand percent certain about this.
A bright smile creeps up onto Bruno’s face. You know how long he was waiting for this moment, yet he wanted everything to be perfect for you. He was more nervous than you were. He leaned up and placed a long, loving kiss onto your lips before pulling away and taking in all of your features, cupping your face.
His hand sneaks away from your face to the waistband of his boxers, slowly pulling them down. And when he did, boy were you absolutely gobsmacked. He was an impressive eight inches with an above average girth. You practically wince in pain just looking at it.
“Please be gentle.” You whine as his tip nears your entrance.
Bruno lets out a small chuckle. “Of course. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He says with a kiss to your forehead. “Just promise you’ll tell me if you need me to stop, okay?”
You hum and nod in approval as Bruno’s straining tip sheaths the inside of your glistening sex. A small shriek emits from your lips at the sudden intrusion.
Bruno opens his eyes to meet yours for a moment, concerned for you. “Are you alright?” He asks.
“It hurts,” you regretfully admit. The sensation was like a tight pinch to your most sensitive parts. Your breaths were rapid and uneven as you tried to soothe yourself, holding onto Bruno’s upper arms like a vice.
“We can stop if you’re not enjoying yourself.” Bruno says with his suave yet oh so saccharine voice. And you know he's serious. He’s proven his love goes beyond your body. You know that if you said the word, he’d immediately pull out, pull your body flush against him, smother you in kisses and wash away any fears or worries you may have. But that isn’t what you want.
“No!” You’re quick to shout. Oops.
“I--it’s my first time. I’ll get over it.” You say with your cheeks red and chest puffing fast with labored breaths. “I promise. I want this more than anything, Bruno. I want you.” You would be lying if you said you haven’t fantasized about writhing under Bruno in pleasure.
Bruno’s lips curl into a soft smile, his eyes still full of concern but also lust and adoration. He rubs your hips to ease your body a bit, and it works as you visibly start to untense. “I’m going to push in a bit further. Is that okay?”
You wordlessly nod, opening your legs a bit more to grant him the access he so sweetly asked for.
“Don’t be afraid to grab onto me if you need to, okay?” He reassures you. “Just relax.” He half-whispered into your ear before kissing your cheekbone. “We have all night. We’re in no rush, it’s just me and you. I just want to show you how much I love you, with my body.”
Your face and chest turn a bright crimson red at Bruno’s words. This isn’t just some quick fling or nasty fuck. This is making love. You turn away, embarrassed with a bright smile on your mouth.
Bruno seems to pick up on your reaction, and uses a hand to tilt your face back to him. “Please, don’t hide your face from me, amore. I want to look at you while we make love.”
You look up at him, and gaze into his eyes. God his eyes. You’re pretty sure your knees would buckle underneath you if you weren’t lying down. “Okay.” You whisper as you return the same gesture, running your thumb over his jawline. “I’m okay. You can keep going.”
He places a sweet kiss to your lips as he gently laid you back down onto the bed, allowing him to take control. He pushes back inside of you, this time going just a bit further than he did last time. The pain on your face was evident, but he can tell you’re trying to hold back for his sake.
“That’s it,” he coos into your ear. “You’re doing so well for me, amore. We’re almost there, okay?”
You don’t miss the way he says “we” instead of “I” and your heart flutters. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, still gripping onto Bruno’s arms as if you would float away if you let go.
“Keep going-” you whine. The pain started to slowly numb into pleasure.
Bruno is so close to bottoming out inside your pussy, only about an inch or two. It takes him all of his willpower to not plunge himself in, knowing he promised you he’d be gentle. He slowly sheaths the last of himself inside of you, letting out a soft groan. His cock twitches in your warmth, begging to start dragging along your velveteen walls. You’re such a tight fit, your pussy squeezed him like a warm and inviting hug. It would take a moment for both of you to adjust to the sensations you were both experiencing, you more than him.
“Let me know when you want me to start moving.”
Most of the pain has dulled, but there is still an initial sting lingering within you. You felt so full, so right, with Bruno submerged inside of you. Your natural lubricant made it easier for him to glide within you, hitting spots that have never been touched before. You want to feel more of him.
“Go ahead.” You say with a lazy smile.
With a nod, Bruno slowly backs out of you, withdrawing most of his length from your walls. He pushes back in gently and eventually he sets up a slow yet passionate pace as he pumps himself in and out of you.
His cock drags along your walls deliciously, kissing your cervix with every thrust. He hits your special spot every time, causing you to whine and shake.
“Bruno!” You moan out.
Bruno looks down at you with lust in his eyes at your reactions to him. “Mmm, you sound so beautiful for me, y/n.” He pants. “Please, don’t be afraid to moan all you want. I love hearing you sing for me.”
At Bruno’s words, you find yourself blushing as your sighs became breathier and your whines became louder and longer.
“Oh, God,” You moan as Bruno sped up just a little bit. His head was thrown back and his knuckles were white from gripping onto the sheets so hard. You could tell he was holding back for you and that made you smile a bit. Ever the gentleman, even during the filthiest of acts.
The raven haired man leans down and places sloppy kisses on your neck, relishing in your natural musk. “Bella, you feel magnificent.” He murmurs into your neck as he works his way up to your chin. “You’re doing so well for me, my sweet girl, my y/n.” His lips were now on your cheek, making your way to your own lips. “So gorgeous…”
You kiss him back fervently as your sex becomes wetter and wetter. The sound would almost be insulting if it weren’t so erotic. You glance up to see where the two of you are as connected as two humans could possibly be, and a surge of warmth flows through your abdomen. With each thrust, kiss and touch from Bruno, the knot inside of your belly becomes tighter as it threatens to snap.
“Bruno…” You whisper out. “I think I’m gonna-” Your head is so fuzzy that you could barely make out coherent sentences.
“I know, love, I know.” Bruno coos. “I’m close, too.” He leans up so he could get a full view of you, and etches the memory into his brain forever. A slender hand cups your waist and the other toys with your clit.
“Ladies first.”
His fingers dance along your mound in graceful figure eights as he continues to thrust into you with only a fraction of the ability he knows he has. His fingers and cock working wonders on your body has you arching up in response, with a loud cry.
“Aaah! Oh god, I’m so close.” You squeak out.
His cock hitting your sweet spot and his fingers working your sensual nub is more than enough to leave you undone. An electric surge bolts throughout your body, and you’re left seeing stars as you fall apart underneath him, your juices staining his sheets as well as his cock and abdomen.
“Brunoooo-!” You cry out as your nectar leaves your body. You’re pretty sure you’re crying from the intensity of it all, but it feels amazing. You sob out at the intensity of your orgasm as your entire body becomes overstimulated with pleasure.
“Y/N, fuck! Oh, love, just hold on for a few more moments, I’m so close!” Bruno cries out. His speed is still the same, yet his thrusts are a bit more relaxed, as he knows how sore and spent you must be. “God, I can't get enough of you.” He growls in a guttural moan. “You’re so warm…so tight…” His chest heaves up and down as his breathing becomes sporadic. “Where do you want me to finish?”
“Inside of me!” You cry out, already more than halfway to another orgasm. “Cum inside of me, I want to feel all of you, please!” You say with tears straining in the corner of your eyes.
Like clockwork, Bruno finishes a moment after your plea, filling you with his warmth. He cries out your name like a prayer as he finishes before collapsing on top of you, finding refuge in the crook of your neck as he comes down from his erotic high. He stays there for a moment, savoring your comfort and warmth in a peaceful silence.
His cock softens inside of you and he slowly pulls out, leaving you feeling empty. The feeling doesn’t last for long though when Bruno coaxes you into his arms to face him when he places a soft kiss on your forehead.
“Are you okay?” He asks meekly.
“I’m fine.”
He hums in response, running his hands up and down your arm.
“Did it hurt?”
Silence.
“A little.”
Pain shoots through Bruno’s heart at your response. He wouldn’t have even thought about touching you if he knew you were in pain. A part of him was mad at himself for not being able to notice.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I’m fine, really. It’s bound to happen during any girl’s first time, it’s inevitable.”
Bruno doesn’t seem too convinced at your answer, but he didn’t want to pressure you more about the issue. He pulled you in closer, as if apologizing for bringing you any pain.
“Besides,” You continue. “You didn’t ask me if it felt good.”
Bruno peels his head off your shoulder, looking down at you with a confused yet amused look. “Did it feel good?”
“Amazing.”
A bright smile lights up his face as he leaps on top of you, tickling your sides. “You’re such a tease!” He cries out in laughter.
“I know, I know, now stop!” You protest as Bruno sends you into a fit of giggles. Damn him for knowing how ticklish you were. Damn you for being so ticklish. “You love me, though.” You reply back in a playful lilt in your voice.
“I do.” He drops the playful act to plant a long kiss to your lips which you gladly melt into. “I love you so much, y/n. More than you’ll ever know.”
“I love you too, Bruno.” You half-whisper back. You run your hand against his cheek and he instantly leans into the touch. “Thank you for being my first.”
“No. no.” He says with a kiss to the palm of your hand. “Thank you for trusting me to be your first. I know for many individuals it’s a big milestone in one’s life, so I’m very honored and privileged that you chose me.”
You blush and smile up at your loving Bruno. “Of course I chose you.” You said as you lace his fingers between his own. “I’ll always choose you, so long as you’ll have me.”
“I’ll always have you.” Bruno says as he places a kiss on your temple. “And you’ll always have me. Never doubt that.” He arose from the bed and runs his fingers through your hair, looking at you endearingly. “Allow me to clean you up.”
Bruno slips into the bathroom and returns with a damp washcloth and sits in between your legs, running the cool cloth over your thighs.
“Sorry for ruining your sheets.” You chuckle. “Again.”
Bruno smiles and chuckles as well. “Don’t be.” He says. “It makes me happy to know I can make you feel that good.” He finishes wiping down one thigh before moving to another. “Did you really feel amazing?” Bruno teases as he references your earlier remarks.
Your face was littered with a deep red blush. “Yes, I did.” You hum as you consider your next words. “I didn’t think it was possible to feel so good.” You smile. “What about you?” You ask now, slightly worried. “Did I make you feel good? And tell the honest truth.”
He stops wiping you down for a moment to look deep into your eyes. “My love, you were incredible. I had no doubt you would be.” He coos. “Please have no worries about that.” He continues to lazily wipe your inner thigh. “Call me old fashioned, but I believe my love for you enhanced the feelings. Knowing I finally got to become one with you made it all the more special.”
You smile as you listen to your lover continue his praises about you. His cloth moves from your thigh to your sex which makes you suck your teeth in pain. “Aah!” You cry out.
His hand pulls away quickly at your cry, and you see his expression soften. Regretful eyes fall on your own (e/c) ones. “I’m sorry, bella.” He says. “Does it still hurt?”
“It’s just sore now.” You admit. “Be gentle.”
“Of course.” He gently pats down your sex instead of rubbing it, mindful of its sensitive state.
“Finito!” He exclaims as he finishes the last of it. He kisses the area between your pubic bone and belly button before wiping himself off, quicker and without as much care as he was giving you. “Wait here.” He says.
He goes into the bathroom to drop the cloth off in the hamper, and exits wearing nothing but a pair of silk pajama shorts. He exits the bedroom and returns barely a moment later with a sleeve of crackers, a bottle of water, and some aspirin.
“For the pain.” He says meekly.
You sit up and grant him a large smile, feeling pampered beyond belief. You took some medicine with ease and nibbled on a cracker. “Thank you.” You reply sweetly.
“Of course.” He says as he turns to his dresser, pulling out a t- shirt and pajama pants for you to wear. “What kind of lover would I be if I didn’t take care of you?”
He sits on the side of the bed, watching you replenish yourself with a soft smile on his face. He can’t take his eyes off of you, and he doesn’t want to. You catch him looking and raise your eyebrows.
“What are you staring at?” You say, teasingly.
“The most beautiful person in the world.”
You scoff and roll your eyes. “Oh please, I’m a mess right now. Don’t lie to me.”
“When have I ever lied to you?” He coos. He had seen you in all states of dress, whether it be formal gala wear with your hair styled to perfection and your makeup that could easily rival the most skilled artist, or your hoodie that happened to be way too big on you with your pink fleece pajama bottoms with pictures of kittens, your hair matted and face bare. But at this moment in time, you couldn’t be more beautiful to him than you are right now. The post-orgasmic flutter of your eyes is still evident, the light sheen of sweat over your body that shines so beautifully from the moon’s natural light cascading through the large windows of Bruno’s bedroom, and your hair that drapes over his pillows as you sink into it. You looked so vulnerable, so relaxed. He feels an overwhelming urge to protect you from any harm. He pulls you in for a hug, squeezing you ever so gently, running his hand up and down your back. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the honor to lay my eyes upon. Don’t you ever forget it, okay?”
You melt into his embrace, and let all of your insecurities flurry away at the sound of Bruno’s reassuring words. You hum in response before you feel Bruno raise your arms as he puts his t-shirt on you. The sight of you in his clothes never fails to make his heart beat a little faster. You throw your legs over the bed to put the pants on, before rolling over onto Bruno’s broad chest, where he welcomes you with a warm kiss to your temple.
You both sit in a comfortable silence for a while. You find comfort in listening to his heart beat while playing with the outline of his muscles. He rests his chin on top of your head, while he plays with the ends of your hair, occasionally making small braids and twists that you like. Nothing needs to be said, you’re just simply enjoying each other’s company. That is until Bruno speaks up.
“Do you want to know the moment I first fell in love with you?”
You look up at him, a wide smile now adorning your face. “I don’t think you’ve ever told me.” You say, now turning your body towards Bruno to listen intently. “I’d love to hear about it.”
Bruno smiles while his eyes wander off into space, recalling the moment his feelings for you were solidified. “Let’s see… we were all at Libeccio’s,”
“Of course,” You comment with a smug face.
He laughs at your remark before continuing his story. “We were eating our meals when we overheard a waiter getting nasty with a customer.”
“Oh no, I remember that.” You say, pinching the bridge of your nose. “The elderly woman, right?”
“Mhm. The waiter started to get agitated with her because she was taking too long to order, and that’s when you intervened.”
“Of course I did!” You say. “He was being so nasty to her.”
“He was…quite a character.” Bruno said, holding back a bit. “You went up to him and told him to lay off before you sat with her and comforted her. You found out her glasses had broken, so she was having trouble reading the menu. You sat there for some time, going over the menu with her, answering any questions she had.”
“She told me it was the first time she was out to eat since her husband passed.” You say, voice small now. “He would always read the menu for her whenever she needed him to.”
Bruno hums in response before considering his next words. “And that was when I fell in love with you.”
You look up at Bruno, eyebrows furrowed. “What? We weren’t even dating then.”
“I know, I know.” Bruno admits. “But you proved then how selfless you were, how quick you were to defend the defenseless, how kind and caring you were to a total stranger. I couldn’t help but fall for you right then and there.” He places a small kiss on your lips. “You continue to inspire me every day with your kindness and compassion. You make me want to be a better person for you.”
Tears threaten to spill from your eyes at the saccharine declaration of love coming from Bruno. “You’re already a good person. The kindest person I know. I’ve seen the way your team and the entire city respects you, Bruno. Do you wanna know why?”
An amused smirk falls on Bruno’s face. “And why is that, cara?”
“Because you show everybody the same respect despite their walks of life. Even the most hardened of criminals can’t help but fall victim to your charms.” You run your hand lazily up and down his arm.
Bruno grinned at your sweet words, with an inquisitive look on his eyes. “What about you? Have you fallen victim to my charms, amore?”
“I’d say so.” You reply, returning the same grin.
“Then that’s all that matters.” He pulls you into a tight hug, never quite wanting to let go. “I’m so lucky to have you, mia dolce ragazza.”
You melt into his embrace, releasing a content sigh. “If anyone here is lucky, it’s me.” A yawn escapes from you, and you wonder where all the time went.
Bruno chuckles before placing a kiss onto your head. “I guess we’re both pretty lucky, then.” He yawns as well, stretching his arms above his head before rubbing his eyes. “I take it, you're ready for bed?”
You lazily nod as your blinks become slower and your chest rises in small, even breaths. You readjust your position on Bruno’s chest, currently the most comfortable pillow in the world. “Goodnight, Bruno.”
Large hands snake over your back, coaxing you closer to your lover as he leaves a lingering kiss on your forehead.
“Buona notte, bella. Te amo molto.”
You both fall into a deep sleep, never once leaving each other’s arms.