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NSFW Bruno Bucciarati : Camping Revenge

When you can't write about your crush because they're real so you just write about fictional characters instead
This was a quick thing I wrote last night

Bruno was sat on his couch, working out taxes of some sort. You approached him, kneeling on the seat before throwing your arms around him gracefully, grinning as you pressed kisses to his cheek and face. Smirking, his voice wavered a little when he asked you to cut it out, hands pushing against your ribs.
"Stop it," he hummed, pushing you away gently. Giggling, you just continued, assuming he was acting shy.
"Why? You're handsome as hell, I just want to kiss you."
"Because," he just about managed, skin flushing as he stuttered.
"Because?" The way you were keening and kissing his jaw was making him hot under the collar. You had tried to instigate sex a few times today, but he just pushed you away, leaving you to assume he was bashful. He tilted his head, letting his bobbed hair come up a little and reveal his neck. You took this as an invitation, but stopped kissing him and inhaled his cologne deeply before retrieving yourself. "Well, tell me why then," you crooned, taking his earlobe between your grinning teeth, smoothing over his bare chest with one hand. "You must have a reason... Or do you want it, Brunooo," you sung, moaning lowly into his ear. It was nice being handled this way, but your ministrations were really beginning to distract him.
"Stop it, I'm trying to work."
"Why don't you *make* me stop?" you asked through a bitten lip before kissing his jaw and neck as he tried desperately to concentrate on the numbers.
"Hmph, you won't like it if I do," he stammered sternly, trying to breathe normally. Slinking your hands along his legs, you moved from the sofa and onto the floor at his feet, continuing to stroke his pins over his trousers. "Oh, no," he breathed with a weak smile. "We aren't doing this."
"You don't have to do anything," you said, smirking. "You just have to sit there... Since you don't want to stop me."
The way you were batting your eyelashes and staring up at him was the straw that broke the camels back. Why did you turn him on so much? Why did he love you so much?
Sighing, he covered your face with the piece of paper, staring into it so he didn't have to be distracted by you.
"Have it your way, then."
Ho ho, you didn't have to be told twice. A zip undid, then his belt unclasped. There was no going back now, his cock was already straining against his pants. You pulled his underwear down enough to free his length, letting it bask in the cool air.
"Mm, you're so big already," you whispered, pulling your fingertips gently up his shaft. "I just can't resist you..." Your purrs and coos were twisting him up already, making working out these stupid taxes unbearable. You gently grasped it at the tip, pulling down and back up neatly to encourage pearls of cum to develop. There was a low growl in his throat, fingers gripping tightly onto the paper. Slowly but surely, you developed a rhythm, beating his cock nicely so he keened and panted, skin flushing. "God, I can't hold back anymore."
Suddenly, he gasped when your lips hugged the tip, sliding down with a moan and a squirm. Leaning back, he covered his face with the paper, embarrassed at how quickly you had gotten him like this. The way you treated him was nothing short of angelic.
He plunged further and further into the back of your throat, his fingers gripping the paper to the point of crumpling. Eventually, he had to cover his rosied face with the paper and thread some fingers into your hair, managing your pace whilst bobbing. The knot in his gut was tightening, and you noticed his noises getting closer together, longer and more desperate.
Then he moaned your name so clearly. You wanted to feed his carnal desires so badly, now. Switching back to your hand and a slow, languid pace, you leant up through his knees and pressed your face against the paper so it moulded to your features.
He removed it, grimacing with a lustful gaze. He couldn't help himself now, either. You smiled, kissing his lips.
"Do you want to cum?" you asked sweetly, hovering around his lips. "I'm enjoying seeing you so pent up..." Nodding his head, he stole your kiss from you before you could take anything more from him.
"Yes..." Looking at him directly in the eyes with a simper, you asked him more.
"How much?"
Gripping your face either side, he mumbled something filthy, forcing you to gasp as he took the reins. Bruno knew exactly how to get what he wanted and didn't appreciate being teased.
"Mmmm, you heard what I said, just make me blow my load, you gorgeous temptress..." Tilting your face, his lips peppered pecks all over your jaw, lips descending and causing you to moan unashamedly as he kissed and sucked at your neck. His sudden interest was enough to make you go a bit limp in his arms, his touch alone sending sparks along your skin. "I'll give you what you deserve, since you so rudely pulled me from my work."
Pushing your head back down between his legs, you got the memo and went straight back to working his shaft, sucking and rubbing to get the desired effect. His breath caught in his throat continuously, your warm, wet mouth welcoming him so well.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful," he whimpered, pushing your hair out of your face and gripping it lightly with his fingers. "Shit, I'm close now, don't stop." It was almost funny, watching him work up such a sweat just sitting there. You continued swooping around with your tongue, leisurely pleasuring him at your own pace. You were getting a little caught up yourself, shutting your eyes and sucking his dick so passionately. Leaning forward to begin with, he suddenly arched his back with a low gasp, shooting ropes of crystal cum into the back of your throat. You took it, deciding to swallow it all down despite its odd, salty taste.
Spent, he took a moment to collect himself before leaning forward and taking your chin in between his fingers, pupils still blown with reminiscent lust, their greedy gaze lapping you up as you fixed his pants before wiping your mouth.

You looked forward to his retaliation.