#I will NEVER forgive the CW for putting him in that brighter shiny red

[frigidlyauthorial]

someone stop me from rewatching the first two seasons of cw the flash it’s getting scary out here

[jotarosbelt]

Heyyy I’m REALLY nervous because I’ve never asked for anything like this jsdfsdgjsk but basically can I get Bruno x male reader and his reaction to his s/o having a mommy kink/calling Bruno mommy and possibly him stepping on his s/o’s c*ck in high heels?? (probably because his s/o asks him to bc we all know Bruno is pretty damn vanilla) SORRY IF THIS IS TOO EXPLICIT I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH!!

A/N: HI @giornocentric ! I’VE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS FOR SO LONG, I’M SO SORRY I KEPT YOU WAITING

this is actually my first male reader, SOOOOOOOOO, pls forgive me if this is garbage.

without further ado, enjoy!

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Mommy. [Bruno Buccellati X Male!Reader]

cw: mommy kink, praise kink, high-heel kink, light bondage, sex toys

18+ content ahead!

“I’m sorry, mio caro, can you repeat that for me?”

Your fists clenched into balls at your sides, knuckles white and face flushed an embarrassingly deep shade of pink at his request. It was so hard to say those words in the first place, and he’s telling you he didn’t hear you the first time?! Good grief.

“I said that I...” The room filled with a pregnant pause before you continued.

“I said I wanted to try and call you mommy in the bedroom. And heels. I want you to... wear heels.”

God, if only you had a stand like your boyfriend. You’d be out of this stuffy— when did it get so hot in here?— office in an instant if you could.

The male before you blinked for a moment before smiling softly to himself and getting up from his chair. Rounding the desk, he took a seat on the front of it before whipping his hair out of his face with a quick movement of his head.

“Mommy? Hm, I don’t mind. Don’t know where I’ll get the heels, but, I can try to arrange something...”

You can feel your eyes light up as you whip your head up to look at Bruno, ready to thank him a million times until he opened his mouth to continue speaking.

“Any specific.. date you wanted to try this?”

Your praises and thanks died in your throat. It was up to you? You thought telling him was enough and he’d take care of the rest— maybe surprise you—but, he wanted you to actively pick a date and wait in anticipation until you could fulfil your fantasy and bust the most satisfying nut of your entire life?

You were literally ready to have a stroke.

“I— Uh... later this week.. maybe..” You whispered under your breath, just loud enough for him to hear. He chuckled softly at your timidness.

He pushed off the desk with his hands, walking up to you and taking your slightly smaller hands into his own. “You don’t have to be so nervous, amore. The hard part is over now. Just give me a date and I’ll have everything we’d need by then.”

You bit your lip and gazed down at the floor before inhaling deeply.

“Okay. How about Friday night?”

He smiled. “Perfect.”

Stepping back slightly, he tugged on your hands and jerked his head over in the direction of his desk.

“Now, how about you keep me company while I review these mission reports, hm?”

You smile a bit more confidently at your boyfriend and nod. The events of Friday soon slipped from your mind.

Until you looked at your phone that afternoon morning.

For some reason, the word ’Friday’ seemed to be a lot brighter and bolder, much to your dismay. Was the universe trying to give you a heart attack? Sure as hell felt like it.

You rolled over to see Bruno absent from his side of the bed. It was a lie to say you weren’t slightly relieved, it was also past noon and he had work to do, but the fact that he might’ve been preparing your not-very-surprising surprise made your heart flip.

A sudden knock to your door ripped you out of your jumbled thoughts, and as you stuttered out a “come in,” your breath got stuck in your throat at the sight of who was in the door.

Bruno, wearing his normal white suit, was sporting shiny black pumps and red lipstick, holding a bundle of silk purple rope in his hands.

“Ah, I see you’re finally up bambino.”

The whimper that left your throat at the pet name was embarrassing to say the least.

The beautiful man approached you, heels clicking against the polished wood floor to take your chin in between his fingers and tilt your head up to look at him.

“Bru—“

His thumb quickly came up and seized your bottom lip, cutting your words off half way.

“That’s not my name right now, bambino.”

You inhaled shakily. “I’m sorry, Mommy.”

Cherry colored lips quirked up into a smile, he man in front of you moving the thumb that was at your lips upwards to stroke your cheek approvingly.

“Good boy.”

He bent at the waist to press his lips against yours, transferring the slightest bit of color to them as he kissed you lovingly like he always did. He never rushed you, always took his time. Now was no different, but the air around him felt... more intimidating.

You found his scent intoxicating— not how it usually was. His cologne made you want to drop to your knees before him and praise him. To please him.

What in the hell was he doing to you?

He pulled away from your mouth to pull you up from your seated position on the bed to a stand, rotating you 180° and gently pulling your hands behind your back. He tied the purple material around your wrists, knotting it tightly but in what you were sure was a pristine bow, before leaning forward to pepper kisses up the column of your neck to your ear.

“Too tight?”

Your head fell forwards slightly and a sheepish, yet satisfied, smile dawned your lips. “It’s great, Mommy.”

It was his turn to smile as he flipped you around again to complete the circle, easing you down into the messy covers of your bed.

His lips attached to yours again, the kiss equal in gentleness but filled with more passion as you two made quick work of each other’s clothing.

Your experienced fingers fumbled (shocking), with the zipper at his neck before sliding down and unbuttoning the rest of the shirt at his torso, sliding it off his shoulders.

Your fingers traced the tattoo his abdomen now dawned (he loved the design of his bralette so much he got it tattooed on a while back), the man releasing a soft sigh and your ministrations.

Your t-shirt was peeled away from your body and thrown to the floor at the foot of the bed as Bruno flattened out his palms against your chest, his fingers fluttering down to your pert nipples, tugging them in unison and making you gasp out.

You pulled away for air and looked up at Bruno’s disheveled appearance; his hair was a mess from how your fingers were grabbing at it before your hands were secured behind your back, and his perfectly painted lips were now smudged with the slightest bit of the pale pink skin underneath peeking out.

He pressed his lips to your sternum, kissing a trail of red down your chest before moving to a nipple one of his hands was working on. His mouth opened and he roved his hot tongue over the bud before taking it into his mouth completely.

You whined, hands straining at the ropes and chest arching up into his touch as he looked up at your blissed out face.

A wandering hand slipped from the other side of your chest to your pajama pants, pulling at the drawstrings and untying in to slip his hand into your pants. He gripped your hardened cock through the fabric of your underwear, rubbing up and down, teasing where the head would be and gauging that on where the spot of precum was forming on your undergarment.

You instinctively found yourself bucking into his grasp as he palmed your hard-on, pulling away much too quickly for your liking to discard your pants.

He folded the garment in half before tossing that to the floor with your shirt, falling to his knees to lick at your appendage through the wet material of your boxers.

“Mommy—“

His gaze flickered up to yours as his tongue stroked the vein on your straining cock, causing you to choke out your next words.

“Fuck— I want you to step on me, holy shit—“

You could feel your face turn red at your words, but you felt way too good to care as Bruno pulled back from between your legs, black hair falling in his face to hide his amused grin.

“You want Mommy to step on you?” He questioned as he rose to his full height. Your eyes scanned the tan, olive skin of his chest, tracing where the sun kissed parts of him cut off in a clean line to his slightly paler ones. You nodded quickly and he chuckled dryly, gripping your shoulders to pull you to a sitting position.

His heeled foot came up to press between your legs, making you groan at the sensation of the textured sole and pointy heel pressing against your cock and between your balls, you bucking ever-so-slightly into his shoe.

He ground his foot into your nether region slightly more, the moan you release stimulating his ears as he smiles. “Such a good boy. You’re making Mommy really happy, you know that, bambino?”

You would’ve responded if your mind could have processed the fact that Bruno was speaking coherent words to you, but it couldn’t and you let out an unadulterated moan at his praise, not even knowing what is was he just fucking said.

He pulled his foot away from your crotch, moving his leg to press against your chest and send you back down into the mattress with a whine.

“Turn over for me, principe.”

Eagerly, you roll over onto your stomach like a trained dog, resting your cheek on the cool sheets. You feel Bruno lift up your hips to remove your now-soiled boxers, which peel away from your skin with a disgustingly lewd wet sound, and hear your bedside drawer open and close with the sharp click of a bottle cap. The noise is followed by the sound of the squirt of liquid behind you, causing you to rub your thighs together in anticipation.

You hear the plastic bottle make contact with your nightstand and feel slightly calloused fingers run down your spine before taking purchase on the curve of your ass.

“Relax for me, bambino.”

His words put you at ease and you relax your lower half as he spreads your legs slighting with one hand, the other running over your puckered asshole, coated with a generous amount of cold lubricant.

A finger slowly pressed into you and the man behind you leaned down to press a flurry of kissing your shoulder as his finger bottomed out inside of you.

“You doing alright, caro?”

You nod so harshly you’re surprised you didn’t get whiplash and he places another kiss against your skin as his finger began rocking back in forth inside of you.

Focused on opening you up before pleasuring you, he slowly eases a second cold, but slick finger into your ring of muscles, scissoring and pushing deeper and deeper inside of you before he finally curves his fingers up to stroke your prostate.

You keen at the sensation and arch your back, giving much needed friction to your aching cock and pushing your body a few millimeters back onto his fingers.

“So eager, ah?”

You find yourself biting the sheets as he presses a third finger into your tight hole.

“You’re doing so well for me, bambino. So eager to please...”

His fingers speed up, and each thrust seems to hit your prostate more and more frequently until he’s never missing it anymore.

“You look so beautiful right now. You’re such a good boy. So good for Mommy.”

He presses kisses to your shoulders again as you squeeze his fingers in earnest, feeling yourself nearing the precipice of your orgasm until the feeling is torn away from you, along with the fingers that were in your ass.

“I much rather have you come around me, amore mio. I hope you don’t mind.”

You nod harshly and you can practically hear his smile as he flips you around and pulls you into his lap as he sits on the edge of the bed.

“Hm. I have something I want to try, okay?”

You raise a brow and mutter an okay as he reaches over to the nightstand he was fumbling in before to pull out a small vibrator and a velcro strap.

He secures the small vibrator to you and grabs the remote to it, not turning it on yet and instead placing his hands on your hips.

“Ready?”

For the millionth time that evening, you nod and he slides you down onto his perfect cock. When did discard his pants and underwear was beyond you, and you didn’t really give a shit as his head slid along the spongy surface inside of you that made you moan wantonly.

Once seated fully inside of you, he flicked the switch on the vibrator to turn in on, making your hips spasm and almost fall off of him completely. He grips you harder and begins sucking red, purple, and blue marks into the skin of your neck, sliding you up and down along his length before finding a rhythm that has you both panting.

You hear him mutter an obscenity or two under his breath as he clutches you tightly to him, causing your member to rub against his toned torso as he bucks up into you with fervor. His hair brushes against your cheek as his forehead makes its way into the crook of your shoulder, and your nails dig crescent moons into your palms and the sensations plaguing your body.

“Mommy, fuck, fuck—“

Seemingly taking him out of the fucked out trance your warmth had him in, he pulls away from the base of your neck to kiss your cheek, leading up to your ear.

“Cum for Mommy. You can do it, I know you can.”

As encouragement, his hand comes down from your waist to tug at the base of your cock, almost forcing your orgasm from your body as you grow rigid as groan as you cover yourself, Bruno, and the toy in your seed.

Bruno smiles to himself, smudged rouge and saliva plastering his lower face as he grips your hips and starts bucking up faster.

He tries to choke out an apology for being so rough, but it gets mixed into a string of italian swears as he tips over the edge of his orgasm, stilling inside you and painting your insides white.

He shakes as his high slowly dissipates and he blinks up at you, giving you a beautiful smile and a sweet laugh.

“Was I too rough? I don’t know what came over me..”

You smile back. “No, no. It was nice. I liked the change of pace.. and the heels..”

If even possible, Bruno’s smile grows wider and kisses your forehead before pulling you off of him and laying you down on the bed. You can hear his pumps clatter onto the floor as he gets up to go to the bathroom.

“Stay there, tesoro. I’ll take care of you, hm?”