#and yes felix gets pegged by pepa change my goddamn mind

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hi hi!!! love ur milf reader content so much!! can i request some milf reader and bruno from encanto? that string bean of a man needs to be loved some more!!

ABOUT TIME SOMEONE ASKS ME TO LEWD HIM. I HAVE YET TO SEE ANYONE DO IT ASIDE FROM HEADCANONS AND A BITCH NEEDS MORE THAN THAT-

"You know, I'm still not used to a place at the table, Julieta. It's. Nice."

She chuckled, adding more food to his plate. She hugged the side of his head tightly, giving it an affirming squeeze.

"Course hermano! Now, I don't mind your friends at the table, but can they at least get off the plates? I have to clean them."

"Oh, right right. Sorry, different place, different rules. Well I mean, same place, but like. Different- point is I hear you."

He carefully moved them off of the plate, and onto the table, continuing to feed his little friends. She smiled, before resuming her cooking. Luisa walked in a second later, sacks of flour over her shoulders.

"Ma, I got the flour you wanted."

"Gracias Luisa, I was almost out. Did you get what you needed from town?"

Luisa grabbed a cup of juice from the fridge, only to smack her forehead with her palm.

"Ugh! I forgot! I meant to get it after the flour, but then I had to deal with the donkeys, then the church, then everything just. Got away from me."

"Do you have time to head back?"

She grabbed an arepas from the pile, taking a decent bite before opening her arms in an 'are you serious?' Motion.

"No! I still gotta finish my dress, AND my hair!"

Bruno, eating his breakfast alongside his buddies, nodded at them.

"What's wrong? What did you forget?"

"I was SUPPOSED to pick up my new earrings from town. Heading to a party, and I ordered these forever ago. Ugh, I guess if I hurry…"

Julieta turned from cutting the fruit, to looking at Bruno.

"Why don't you have your tío go? I can help you get ready."

Bruno shook his head, perhaps a bit too quickly.

"I'd wanna help you, but I don't even know WHERE I'd have to get your-"

"Camilo knows- Pepa! Can Bruno borrow Camilo? He needs to run an errand in town!"

Pepa poked her head into the kitchen, looking around to assess the situation.

"Oh! For the siesta? Of course! Anything for my sobrina to get the break she deserves!"

She walked into the room to pinch her cheek, making her chuckle. Bruno seemed unsure, before Pepa walked over to pat his head, with a pinch of her classic attitude. 

"Come on, you need to go outside!"

"W-im FINE!"

Julieta put her hands on her hips as she looked at him.

"How's your telenovela going?"

"Wonderfully! I'm thinking of adding a long lost twin brother to the mix-and you're all looking at me."

"Yeah, you're going, hermano."

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"So, place still how you remember it, Tío?"

He shrugged. Aside from the glances he got from the small community being too familiar with him (or not familiar enough), things didn't change.

"Kinda. I uhm. Definitely miss home though, I'll tell you that much."

Camilo opened his mouth to reassure him, only to spit out the salt Bruno suddenly threw over his shoulder. No one in the family hated Bruno, but his habits and quirks took some getting used to. He rubbed off his tongue, shaking his head.

"I can tell. Don't worry, I'm sure whatever happened then, no biggie now-"

"Didn't that guy kill your fish?"

Bruno gestured to the woman as they passed by them, only making Camilo shrug.

"Oh there's. Plenty of fish in the sea. Literally. Anyway, we don't gotta be here for very long, just gotta turn this corner."

Bruno followed him, albeit a bit hesitant, into a small shop. Bruno looked around the place, trying to recall just what this was.

"I don't...remember this store. It's new?"

"If you count three years now, then yeah. Come on."

Camilo walked up to the counter, knocking on it. From the back, came a woman's voice.

"¡Espere por favor! Luis!"

From the corner, came a small boy, no older than Antonio, if Bruno had to guess. He immediately ran to Camilo, who changed into Luisa, letting him hang on his (her?) Bicep. He giggled like crazy, before letting go suddenly, and hiding away from Bruno.

"Who...is that?"

"This? My Tío! Bruno!"

"The...scary one?"

Bruno was well aware of his fear. Nothing new. He knelt down a bit, trying to look small.

"I mean, I prefer the 'talented' one, but I can see the confusion."

He knocked his knuckles a few times on the wood, something he tended to do when he was anxious. That was when the child suddenly gasped, looking at him in wonder.

"You like rats too?!"

Bruno looked at his buddies, who seemed curious, popping out of his pockets and onto his shoulders. He chuckled.

"Oh! Yeah, they're my little buddies. You wanna hold one? Antonio is pretty friendly."

He was careful as he plucked him from his shoulder, and placed him onto his hands. He tried not to laugh as he sat there, fascinated.

"Oh my god. Rat man."

"Surprised you're not scared of rats, many are."

"Nuh uh! Rats are cool! And I'm not scared of anything!"

Bruno cocked his head to the side, hands on his hips.

"Really? You should meet my friend Ernando."

"Who's-"

Luis looked up from the rat, at Ernando, who sat there, confident, fearless.

"I am Ernando, and I fear nothing!"

Luis looked confused, before suddenly laughing.

"HA! I like Ernando!"

"You should meet my friend Jor-"

They all looked up at the counter once they heard a 'thud'. 

"Lo siento- I was busy when you guys came in. Camilo, who's your friend?"

Camilo didn't see the need to hold onto his disguise, so he returned to his usually gorgeous self as he leaned against Bruno.

"My uncle Bruno. You know him."

Bruno pulled his poncho down, just in time to see who he was talking to. In front of him, stood what was possibly the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Older, definitely. Crows feet at the corner of your eyes, occasional scratches on the back of your manicured hands. Lots of gorgeous hair, thin strands of gray decorating your hair, almost unnoticeable. A real mature woman. You made the obvious motion of looking him up and down, chuckling.

"Bruno? The 'seven foot frame' Bruno?"

Bruno scowled at Camilo. He wasn't self conscious of his height, but when someone said 'seven foot', and they only got five, you could imagine the disappointment. Camilo shrugged, smiling awkwardly.

"Hey, in my defense- it's a good song."

Bruno sighed, before standing up, and offering an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, I uh. Hope I don't disappoint."

You chuckled, and he couldn't help but notice that this was why you had such prominent crows feet. From smiling. Not that it mattered, he just thought it was lovely, having a permanent mark of happiness.

"Eh, I like five foot Bruno. I like being able to look a man in the eyes."

Oh his heart thumped. Your own eyes were incredible. He could tell you were asmart, a quick wit that seemed able to handle anything. Confidence out the wazoo. You leaned against the counter, turning to his nephew.

"Take it you're not here just to play with mi hijo."

"Nope! I needed to pick up something for Luisa. Earrings, I think."

"Ah, yes! I was wondering why she didn't pick them up earlier, I have them right here."

Bruno patted Luis' head, before looking back up at you.

"He's your son? So lucky, your husband is."

You scoffed loudly, pulling the jewelry box from the stack you just brought out.

"Estúpido...no. There's no 'husband' around here. Just me and the little one."

Camilo whispered to Bruno, hand covering his mouth so you couldn't read his lips.

"He wasn't a great guy, she doesn't like talking about it."

Bruno chuckled awkwardly. Oh boy, figures HE'D bring up such a sore subject so soon. He accepted the package from you, and for a moment, your fingers brushed against his. So soft, delicate feeling, while his were scratchy, littered with bits of sand and what you assumed was salt. It sounded unpleasant, but truth be told, it was a delicate touch. Then you leaned into his personal space, almost making him flinch. 

"You know...you have such striking eyes. You ever thought about earrings? Studs are popular in men nowadays, and you have a real face for it!"

Bruno had no idea why, but he didn't push you away once you grabbed onto his face. Your nails grazed against his facial hair and his skin, and, with your other hand, you pushed some of his hair away, revealing his ear. He could feel his ears ringing, and his face felt flushed. He gulped, his mouth suddenly feeling VERY dry.

"I...never thought about...that...before."

He wanted to stay like this forever. He wanted to know if it was his usual nerves, or...something else. As quickly as it started however, it ended, given the fact that Camilo smacked at his shoulder.

"Tìo. We gotta go. She's gonna get mad if we're late."

He pulled away from you, but while there was relief, he couldn't very well say he liked it. He took a step away from the counter, box held tightly on his hands, and eyes glued onto yours. They were large, and green, full of skittishness and almost wonder.

"R-right. We can't make her wait. It was uh...nice to meet you. Antonio."

The rat squirmed out of the boy's hands, and climbed up to him, quickly getting comfy in his pocket. You gave him a small smile, before giving a very small wave of your hand.

"Adiós, Bruno~"

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He hadn't stopped feeling at his face. He couldn’t stop thumbing over his facial hair, couldn't stop brushing his hair back over and over again, hoping to simulate the experience. He was so distracted, he wasn't even eating, letting his rat buddies have at it. None of the people hustling and bustling around the kitchen seemed to notice, aside from her older sister, Julieta (older sisters just seemed to catch onto this sort of thing, even amidst hustle and bustle). She put more food on his plate, frowning.

"Bruno, what's wrong? Why aren't you eating? Don't you like my empanadas?"

He seemed to shake out of it when SHE touched his hair, interrupting his little daydream.

"Oh, sorry. I do. I'm just not hungry. They love it though, so, keep it coming."

She pursed her lips, grabbing some messy dishes from the table.

"I make food for Mi familia, not for the rodents. Did something happen In town?"

He opened his mouth to speak, only to be cut off by Felix elbowing Camilo's side.

"Did you get him upset? Did you impersonate him again?"

Camilo held his arms out defensively, before removing the food from his mouth. He was eating as much as he was changing.

"No! I didn't do anything!"

Pepa joined in, putting a hand on her baby's shoulder defensively.

"Of course he did nothing! Hijo, tell us exactly what happened."

She kissed the hair on his head, making him smile. He was a sarcastic boy, but with his mama, he was full of love.

"Okay. We went into town, we picked up the earrings for Luisa, and she said he'd look good in earrings. Then we came back, and he just starts touching his hair and his face. I dunno, maybe he's freaked out because she touched him?"

That was when everyone's eyes were on him. He chuckled uncomfortably, shrinking on the spot. He knew EXACTLY what was about to happen. Felix's grin got wide, and he sat next to Bruno, nudging him with his elbow.

"Oooh...she touched you, eh?"

Bruno held his hands up in defense, wanting to stop this disaster NOW.

"She said I had nice eyes and a face for earrings, that's it."

"And you LIKE her!!"

That was the trigger. His sisters were by his side in a second, excited as all hell.

"Bruno!! You LIKE her?!"

"Oh! Hermano! Eso es tan lindo!!"

They hugged him from both sides, and while he loved a good hug, he was hating this one in particular. Felix leaned in, a huge grin on his face.

"So, what is it about her that you like? Is it the pech-"

Pepa glared at him, the thunder above her head only highlighting her glare. Felix gave a bit of a scared smile.

"It's a joke, mi vida!"

Bruno, not feeling like getting zapped by Pepa, decided to just answer his question.

"I like her crow's feet, for one."

They looked at him, confused as hell. He rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to explain.

"It means she smiles a lot. And she's...shameless about it. I like that, I guess. The fact that she's REALLY pretty, but not In a normal way? I-oh no."

He looked back up at them, and not only were his sisters swooning at how sweet his words were, but so was his mama. Abuela walked over to him, fussing with his hair.

"Ai Que lindá! And she's such a nice woman! And her son is SO polite! Oh my little Brunito! I'm so happy for you! I was worried you'd NEVER find someone!"

"Mama, please-"

"And more grandkids! I want MANY more grandkids! I want them as wonderful and as beautiful as the ones I already have!"

"MAMA."

He exclaimed. His cheeks were violently red. So much so, he had to cover it with his poncho, hoping it'd go away soon. Abuela kissed his head, before doing the same for Luisa once she walked in. She chuckled.

"I almost didn't wanna interrupt, because that's SO sweet- BUT GUYS LOOK AT MY DRESS!"

She gestured to her look. New dress, New hair style, New jewelry. It made him proud to be her uncle, seeing her have fun for once. Julieta held onto her baby's face, kissing it over and over.

"Look at my angel! So beautiful! Oh where's your father- hold on, he has the camera, wait right here!"

She ran out of the kitchen, giddy. Luisa rolled her eyes affectionately, before nodding towards Bruno.

"I mean, if you like her so much, come to the party with me. She's gonna be there."

"She...is?"

Pepa could blind him with how much sunshine she was producing. Her feet stomped on the floor, she squealed enough to hurt his ears, and her eyes were brighter than any star out there.

"You're excited!! Oh my baby brother, on a date!! We didn't think you liked girls! You never talked to them!"

"Are. Are you saying you're not a girl-"

"Outside the family, El tonto. Point is, we're happy! Oh! We need to give you a makeover!"

Bruno looked down at himself, before raising a brow.

"What's wrong with how I look?"

There was silence for a moment, before Camilo took a bite from his food, and just came out with it.

"You literally look like if a feral rat was a person. But like. With a hint of anxiety."

Felix looked like he wanted to scold him, before he shrugged.

"He's. Not far off. Point is, cuñado, you need to look GOOD. I mean, I look good everyday, look who I married!"

He gestured to Pepa excitedly, who blushed, and dismissed him with a wave of her hand. It was sweet, but he was hating this.

"I'm. Not getting out of this. Am I?"

"No. Now let me get Dolores! She's GREAT with hair!"

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"Tío. You're sweating on my bicep."

"Disculpe- I'm nervous. Not exactly...popular."

He hadn't been to any real gathering, much less a party, in over 10 years. Suffice to say, he was nervous. Even when he was with his strongest niece, he felt anxiety.

"Don't worry. If anyone gives you any troubles, you come to me. Assuming anyone even recognizes you- you look great!"

Dolores outdid herself. She got him new clothes (a rather bright yellow, Pepa's colors. He was flattered to be given a motif, but he didn't ADORE the flashyness), and even tied up his hair. She wanted to give him a shave, but that was a bit more than he was willing to bear for one day. He chuckled.

"Thank you, Luisa. But you should have fun! You've been working hard this week and-"

"Luisa!! Come on! Dance with us!!"

Her friends waved her over, excited to see her. Her smile was huge, and for once, she looked relaxed. He patted her hand once she looked at him, as if in permission.

"Go have fun, I'll be fun. I'll yell if anything."

She chuckled, before running off to go enjoy the party. It left him alone, vulnerable. He didn't even bring his rat buddies (because apparently they didn't make for good party guests). He looked around for what to do. Not the dance floor, far too many people, and his niece was busy tearing it up. Maybe the food table. Sure, it's a usual hot spot for activities, but it seemed empty at the moment. Plus, the idea of some nice, Hot food, sounded nice on a somewhat cool night like this.

"You got this, Bruno."

He walked up to the table, and surprisingly, the world didn't end. He took a plate, and started to help himself. He kept shoving bits of it into his pockets, forgetting that his buddies weren't here to enjoy it. At least he had something to bring home.

"Bruno?"

He looked next to him, before looking down. Little Luis was standing there, dressed rather dashingly. He was surprised that he felt joy upon being recognized.

"Hey! Didn't know you'd be here!"

He reached up to him, making little grabby hands.

"I wanna play with Antanio."

"Sorry, he couldn't come with me today. But, if you wanna hang out with boring ol' Bruno, I won't mind."

"Don't you wanna hang out with the adults?"

Bruno shrugged, kneeling down to his level, and putting his hand on the side of his mouth, as if trying to tell him a secret.

"Honestly? Some grown ups aren't that fun. Besides, show me a cooler guy than you. Minus Jorge, he's a whiz at spackle."

He chuckled, nodding in excitement.

"Okay! Let's go dance!"

"Er no wait-"

Too late. He had fallen for the trap, and was quickly dragged to the dance floor. He looked for an excuse to get out of this, but the ever growing crowd blocked his exits. Luis was a real natural at it, lifting his hands up and letting his little feet do all the talking. Bruno, a bit nervous by the eyes, tried to dance. Which meant him awkwardly shuffling on the spot. Luis shook his head, tugging at his pant leg.

"No! Come on, you gotta get into it- here, I'll show you, follow me!"

He held onto his hands, and took a step forward. Then a step back. Looked simple enough. He followed his movements, and it was slow, clunky at first. But hearing the crowd clap for him, hearing the music really flood his veins- he got into it. His movements were a bit spastic, but soon enough he was keeping up with the young boy, making him woop and holler. Next thing he knew, Luisa was by his side, dancing to the same beat he was. He stopped for a moment, thinking he was ruining her fun, when she laughed, smacking his back and nearly sending him to the floor.

"Come on Tío! Don't stop now! What, am I cramping your style?"

He didn't know why, but there was something about this that made him...warm. He was out here, supported, loved, with people WANTING to be near him. It's all he could ever want. Everyone was loud, busy, crazy. He loved every second of it. Even when the music eventually stopped, he still found himself swaying back and forth, feet not wanting to quit just yet. He wanted to dance more. Hell, he forgot why he was even here. 

Then he remembered.

The next song came to a finish, just in time to see you. You weren't wearing anything flashy. Just something cute, something simple. If anything, you was under dressed, and he couldn't help but stare. The crowd seemed to dissipate for you almost, allowing you to walk right up to him, drink in your hand.

"I almost didn't recognize you. Didn't take you for a dancer."

"I uh...I'm. Not. Usually. But your kid here- excellent teacher. And relentless. Don't think he'd let me go home if I didn't try."

He patted his head, looking almost proud. You leaned down to kiss your son's forehead, and Bruno found himself wondering what that smeared lipstick felt like.

"That sounds like you, alright. He wanted me to bring him along because he knew you'd be coming!"

Bruno cocked his head a bit, motioning from the kid, to her, to Luisa.

"Wait, you're here because of me? I'm here because of YOU?"

He turned to look at his niece, but she was already walking away, your kid in tow.

"You two have fun! I got the kid!"

Bruno opened his mouth to try to call her back, before you nudged him with your shoulder. Such a nervous man.

"What, is the idea of dancing me such a scary idea?"

"Terrifying. B-but like, in a sorta, I hope I don't mess this up kinda way. Because you know, the hair and the clothes only do so much, and I didn't exactly shave and-"

He kept trying to communicate...something. Like peering into the future, it was all confusing and a jumble of mess. Then, when you grabbed his hand, he felt clarity. Your hand was soft, but he still felt the scratches and the scars. You were so confident in yourself, it was incredible.

"Come on. If you think HE can dance, you should see who taught him."

He had the tendency to look into the future on a whim, if only by a few seconds or minutes, and he saw ONE thing- him just blowing this. But for now, as he was allowed to put his hand at your hip, to have you sway with him the same way Felix and Pepa did, he didn't mind it. You laughed as he spun you, having fun, and having it shamelessly. Yet, he was still nervous.

"I'm sorry, you know, on the off chance I step on your foot or-"

"You're a very nervous man, Bruno. It's cute, but you should stop looking ahead, and live in the now."

The way you said that, body pressed against his. He swore his heart stopped. It wasn't fair, you being perfect in your imperfection. He was about to speak, when they suddenly changed partners. Sure, it was a part of the song, but something about the way you smiled at your new partner. It...made his heart sink. He was right. He blew it. He excused himself from the dance floor and just. Left. He walked until his ears were no longer flooded with the sound of music, till the warmth was gone, and the cold embraced him. 

"Better."

It really was. Everything was empty, cold, the rocks cracked under his feet. He leaned against some house he didn't recognize, before slowly sliding down, and eventually sitting. He sighed, before reaching for his hair.

"Sorry, Dolores."

He un did the hair tie, and let his hair fall back into place. Messy, in a sort of simple way. He pulled the new poncho over his head, holding it I'm his hands. He felt so unworthy of all of this. Of this family, of her, even of this poncho. What would have happened, had he stayed? He groaned, rubbing his fingers over his stubble.

"You know you said you weren't going to do this. You just. Really want to know, don't you?"

He did. He wanted to know what his future with her involved. He dug into his pockets, pulling out a small pouch of sand, a few herbs, and his matchbox. Bruno's talent was unique, but not In the more obvious ways. His visions were more clear, more accurate, the more his head was cleared. He placed the poncho on the ground, dumped the sand onto it, and made a little well for the herbs. He then lit a match, studying the flame for a minute. A match, to strike at fate.

"Alright. Against my better judgment...show me her. Show me what our lives will-"

"You know, there's better uses for a poncho."

He turned, and sure enough, you were standing there, clearly seeing what he was doing. He quickly put out the match, standing up quickly.

"H-how did you know where to find me?"

"I didn't. You're just at my house."

He turned to look at it, and realized just how bad this looked. Ah. So THIS is how he really blew it.

"I'm. Uh. Sorry. This looks bad, I'll just go home-"

He tried to walk past her, only to have you stop him by grabbing his shirt sleeve.

"Let me ask you something. Do you NOT wanna be near me?"

"No! The opposite! I wanna be near you and-"

"So you left me at the party?"

He cringed at that, just now realizing that his social skills weren't. Great. He sighed, giving a small nod.

"Yes. Because I thought you wouldn't...want to be near Bruno. The bad luck guy, the goldfish killer."

"If I didn't want you near me, I got a really funny way of showing it. Look, maybe it's just the party you didn't like. Why don't we simmer it down a bit. You wanna come inside for a drink? Just me and you?"

Bruno thought against it. But he just. Really, and honestly wanted this. So, he nodded. She brought him inside, and it was just like her. Comfortable, in a totally foreign way. He thought it was a little forward, you snatching a bottle and bringing it right to her room. But it was as she said, live in the now. So he tried to think nothing of it as you both sat down at your bed, and a glass was given to him. He took a sip, and sighed. It was nice.

"Thank you. I know I've been...weird tonight. Not myself. Though I guess you don't know what myself is, given that we just met."

You chuckled, clinking your glass against his.

"I've seen glimpses, I think. You're not seven foot tall-"

"Unfortunately."

That made you chuckle. 

"And you're not this 'guapo semental' that you were trying to play off. Bruno isn't clean cut and charming. He's...awkward. A little messy. And I like it when his hair is down."

"You'd be the first. Hell, my niece, Dolores, insisted I tie it up, and even tried to get me to shave my...face."

He just NOW seemed to notice the way his hair curled around one of your fingers. He thought you might be acting weird from the alcohol, but you had taken no more than a sip. This was real. This wasn't a cruel vision or even a dream. You let go of his hair, for the sake of grabbing onto his chin. The hold was firm, and he wanted to melt into it.

"Shave this? Don't. It looks so nice on you. I'd do anything to get you to keep your face like this."

"Anything?"

You nodded. Your smirk was mischievous, and it made him terribly nervous. He knew why she was leaning in. Knew what it meant, when a woman like you, was looking at a man like him. You two were kissing in an instant, and the taste of wine was so much sweeter from your lips. He quickly held the side of your face, wanting this to last so much longer. You both parted at the sudden shatter. He got so excited, he just. Dropped his glass of wine. He winced.

"Sorry, I just got excited and-"

"Silencio Bruno."

You set your cup to the side, for the sake of grabbing onto his shoulders, and pushing him right onto his back. You was so forward, you rushed into this situation with a man you had just met. It was without restraint or concern. And as you straddled him, holding onto his face as you nibbled on his bottom lip, he adored it. You pulled away after a good moment, leaving them both nearly breathless. 

"I'm going to take off my dress. Then I'm going to take off your clothes. Nod if you want this."

He nodded VERY quickly. You got off of him, and he watched as you pulled down her dress. Your dress came off, then your underwear, then your bra. He felt himself gulping. You were...something else to him. Large breasts aside, you had plenty of imperfections-age spots, stretch marks, untrimmed pubic hair, even the occasional faint scar from one thing or another. You crawled right back into his lap, combing your fingers through his scalp in a way that made him shudder.

"Do you want me, Bruno?"

He nodded, slowly, not wanting to disrupt how your hands moved in his hair. 

"Then. Prove it."

You shoved your pussy against his mouth, and he didn't hesitate. He held onto your thighs, and helped himself. He nuzzled into the hot, hairy area, showering it in kisses upon kisses. He wanted to sit here forever, adoring you, letting your push herself softly against him. Then, he started to taste you. He has never known a woman like this, as it wasn't really important to him until now. It didn't taste sweet like wine or even salty, like he thought it would. It just, tasted. But what was intoxicating about you, was the smell.

It was a musk that made his heart rush, that made his tongue eager to slurp and lick at your folds. As if that wasn't enough, he could hear you. Your moans, your little giggles, the way ypu kept mumbling. He loved your mumbling. You mumbled for him to keep going, mumbled for him to be good and eat you all up, and even the way you'd coo 'my little Brunito'. He loved it. So much so, he whined when you pulled away, watching as a string of fluid still connected you both. He looked up at you, swallowing, before wiping his face with the back of his hand (and smearing it in the process).

"Did...I do something wrong?"

If he did, he couldn't tell. Not when your cheeks were flushed, not when your nipples were hard and your pussy was twitching. You shook your head.

"N-no. You were just. Going to get me there too soon. We still gotta take care of you."

You gestured to the rather obvious boner in his pants. Ah. No wonder he felt uncomfortable. He gave an awkward smile, before it was swallowed by your lips. Lips that went from his own lips, to his cheek, to his chin, stopping at his neck. He lifted his arms up to let you pull his shirt over his head, revealing his frame. He thought you hated it, given how you stared at him, and he was about to apologize even, only to feel your nail roam from the hair leading from his chest, down his stomach, even to the patch just above his pants.

"Tanto pelo...tan provocativo~"

You meant it. He could tell by the way you leaned in down, just to purr that into his ear. Your kisses kept going, following the happy trail and leaving lipstick smudges in its wake. Bruno wasn't a studly young man anymore. He was sort of thin while simultaneously having a sort of belly, he had a messy trail of untrimmed hair. And yet, you still found him sexy. It was weird to him, feeling wanted. Not just 'acceptable', but actually wanted and being lusted after. You then grabbed at his pants, and pulled until his cock sprang out, eager to be free. He was a little embarrassed over how excited he was, but it had been SO long since he had been touched, well over ten years. He was expecting you to ask, given how your eyes looked from his cock, to him.

"Let me know when you're close, understand?"

But you didn't. Because, like you said, what mattered, was now. He nodded, breath a little shaky. Then you kissed it. It was just the head at first, softly, tenderly. Then you drifted down his length, to the base. Your other hand was delicate with his balls, rubbing and massaging them oh so carefully. Just like his face, his pubic hair remained untrimmed, and you didn't mind in the slightest. Then, he was in your mouth. Your mouth was so warm, your tongue so soft. Was it any wonder his toes curled, and his back arched?

"Oh...Tendera. Eres tan buena conmigo…"

His voice was soft, barely able to speak more than a whisper in between him biting onto his finger. He meant it though. And it was sweet, knowing he wasn't looking into a vision right now, but at you. As you took more of him in your mouth, as she slowly slid him in and out of her mouth, he could only think of how nice it was, having a woman like you treating him so well. Thinking about that was probably why he couldn't hang on for very long. He throbbed inside of you, he squirmed on the spot, and he kept mumbling and mewling. He dug his fingers into the sheets below, breath quick and loud.

"I'm g-going to-"

Then, out of the blue, you pulled away. He sat there, leaking and throbbing, ready to have his long awaited orgasm. He almost did when you leaned up to kiss him, even.

"No. I don't want you to finish like this. You're a very special man, Bruno. I want to give you something special."

You got up, leaving him for the sake of going to your dresser. He let his head hang off the bed in order to see what you were doing. Even though his view was upside down, he liked it. Your hair looked nice across your shoulders, and. Well. You had a nice butt. Not that he'd just up and say such a thing, however. Though, he didn't need to, you could feel exactly where his eyes were.

"I uh...I like being special, but you got me nervous."

Then, you pulled it out. It was a mess of black straps, and some green...what looked to be a fake penis. He rolled on his front, despite the pain it brought to his own length, looking up at you, the toy, then you.

"Is. Is that supposed to-"

"I'm supposed to fuck you with it. Because you're just that special, Bruno."

You expected him to be hesitant, maybe even argumentative. But, instead, you just received a shrug.

"Eh, alright."

"That's it? That's really all it takes?"

He winced a bit, hard cock rubbing against the soft sheets. He wasn't going to last at all, he didn't need his gift to see that.

"I mean. You don't look like the kinda woman that likes 'no', and, well, I don't like saying it myself, so, long it's your bed I'm in, I don't see why I should care."

He thought he said the wrong thing, given how you just stared at him, as if you were bewildered. Then, you chuckled, bending down to pinch his cheek.

"I'm going to be so good to you, Bruno."

You crawled back up on the bed, and he felt you sit at his legs. Was it embarrassing, feeling your nails grab and knead into his ass? Not how he thought it would be honestly. Probably because it was affection, and if there was one thing Bruno loved, it was affection. He buried his face in his arms, trying not to make such embarrassing sounds as you kept kneading, teasing and massaging him. Then, he felt you spread them, and something being pressed against his ass. It was warm, slick with...something, oil if he had to guess. He felt you slowly glide it up and down, threatening to enter him multiple times.

"You've...done this before, haven't y-you?"

"Once or twice. Don't worry, you'll like it. Just ease your shoulders,"

He felt his body go limp once your nails grazed down his back. It was such a slow, tender touch.

"And relax."

Then, he felt it. It pushed inside of him. It was a slow entry, stopping at just the tip. It wasn't comfortable. At first. You pushed it in and out, introducing more and more, little by little. By the time he had half of it inside of him, his body was in fire, cock throbbing at the sensation of being stretched.

"K-knock on wood knock on wood…"

He reached up to knock at your bedpost, then at his own head. He could feel your eyes boring into him, and he gulped as he explained. 

"It's uh...m-me needing good luck. I'm trying not to f-finish already."

Your giggle felt almost sinister to him. He felt your legs coil around his, pretty much keeping him under you, and your breasts press against his back as you laid onto him. You were taller than him, so you were rather heavy to him. Not that he minded in the slightest. He felt you push the toy in fully, making him feel incredibly stuffed.

"Oh, Bruno, you don't have to worry about that."

Your nails dragged against his scalp, gliding through his hair, and grabbing a huge chunk of it, pulling it to the side to expose his ear. Your voice purred to him, making goosebumps form on his skin.

"Because you don't finish until I say so."

Then, you started to move. Actually, that was an understatement. You proceeded to FUCK him. As in, your hips started to smack into his, the false cock bumping against that perfect spot he didn't know existed, even just knowing your breasts were pressed against him like this made his cock leak all over your sheets. And the way you touched his pretty hair. The way you held it and pulled it, as If you owned him. And at this point, you did. You kept muttering and mumbling in his ear, lips occasionally grazing against it as you did so.

"You're so tight, Bruno. You handle me so nicely, Bruno. Do you like this? Do you like letting a woman take you like this?"

He was amazed he could hear you over his own sounds. He was usually so good at keeping quiet, but he couldn't help himself here, he really tried His cries were loud, his breath was shaky, he was a mess.

"I'm- I c-can't-"

"Shhh, silencio, silencio, Brunito."

His moans were swallowed by your lips. By your kisses, by your tongue snaking into his mouth, by your teeth grazing against his bottom lip. Bruno thought this couldn't get better. But what was even better? Was watching your eyes. Bruno hated that he did this, but he adored eye contact with people he loved. And you were no exception. He stared into your eyes, despite making the pleasure difficult, and you stared right back. He was letting you have all of him, and you were doing the exact same. Then, you made him lift up the lower half of his body. You kept going, threatening to make him cum with every movement. You grabbed his hand, bringing it to his ever throbbing cock.

"Show me how you finish. Show me how you like to be touched."

He obeyed. He always played with himself with no rhyme or reason. Just desperation. And while the speed was the same, the touch wasn't. So much softer, unlike the slamming into his ass. He loved the sound they made, loved how he knew he was smearing himself all over your pretty hand. What made him finally finish, was a vision. It was accidental, mind you. It was just the smallest glimpse, a few seconds at the most. Of you laying on top of him, smiling, satisfied. That was all it took for him to finish, staining not only your hand, but your sheets.

You were so loving during this. Still fawning over your with those owl like eyes, still pumping his cock and plowing his ass. You only stopped once he started to mutter grateful, pathetic 'thank you's, getting the idea that he was truly done.

You pulled out of him, leaving him feeling empty, before rolling him onto his back, and promptly laying on his chest. He tried not to breathe too hard, as to not disturb you, but damn his body was still REELING from what just happened. He had just gone to a party, danced in front of a crowd, and made love to a beautiful woman he hadn't even known for a full twenty four hours. And now, he was sitting in her bed, at her house, naked, sweaty. He stared off into space for a moment, before looking down at you.

You laid there, nails caressing the hair at his chest, bare body resting against his. He wasn't a mammoth in terms of body hair,, but it was just enough to keep you interested.. He swallowed, mouth suddenly feeling dry. What do you even SAY after something like this?

"You know, didn't predict this one happening."

You laughed. It was a loud, boisterous, shameless laugh. He loved it. You wrapped your legs around him, paying no mind to the toy pressed against his stomach.

"What CAN you predict, Bruno?"

"You...want me to give you a prediction? Even if-"

"I don't mean a real one, Bruno."

You rolled her eyes, turning to face him. He felt the toy pressed against his stomach, still surprised that it was inside of him at one point.

"I mean, what do you think is in our future? What do you want?"

He wrapped his arms around you, hands resting at the small of your back.

"I...I want you to have dinner with us at our Casita. You're an incredible woman, and you belong in an incredible family. Er, I'm sorry, that's a LOT to unpack on the first-"

He was silenced when you took a hold of his face, and kissed him. Something told him you was more than happy to take him up on his offer. And he could also tell, by the way you kept the toy pressed against you, that you weren't done with him JUST yet.

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"No no no! Isabela, greens! Green roses, mi hija!"

"Julieta, it's nothing really-"

"Shh! Pepa! Pepa it's too sunny!"

Apparently when you briefly mention you'll bring someone over to dinner, the entire family lost their mind. Normally calm Julieta was losing her mind trying to organize, Pepa was beaming so hard, the sub was beating on them like a damn desert- it was a mess that while it was sweet, wished they'd calm down. Agustín called out from the kitchen.

"Honey! You forgot your food on the stove!"

She swore under her breath, before patting Bruno's shoulder, offering a loving smile.

"Don't you worry, we will make it perfect, I know this means so much to you!"

She dashed into the kitchen before he could reply. His sisters always did baby him more than they babied one another. He sighed, trying to figure out how he could calm the storm, when Félix wrapped an around him, grinning something else at him. 

"Give these two a break, Bruno. They're happy for you. Pepa always did worry that you'd be stuck with the rats forever."

Bruno raised a brow at him.

"What's wrong with the rats?"

"Nothing! You just need a woman too, you know? Someone special. And I can tell this one is!"

Bruno rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"She...is. A lot. I think I know how you feel around Pepa. Which is weird, usually I'm scared of her."

"That's how you know I've got a STRONG wife. But anyway, I just want to say I'm happy for you. And if you get nervous, or if someone is giving you a hard time, you talk to me, understand? You're my bro, I want to take care of you."

Bruno offered a mild smile.

"That's...sweet, Félix. Thank you. Sometimes I forget I really do have a brother."

"Ah, I forgot too."

He patted Bruno's head, making him chuckle. He had always been sort of intimidated by his size, but in a way, it was comforting. Bruno felt him turn his head to look at him, keeping his voice very low.

"And brothers...also get advice from one another. You know. That kind of advice."

Bruno took a second, before it clicked what he meant. He stepped back a bit.

"W- Félix, no, we're not doing this-"

"Listen, you got pegged for the first time, a LOT of stuff is confusing."

"Why would you know this?"

Bruno loved Félix, really he did, but his honesty was a bit. Much sometimes.

"I know the signs. You're constantly touching your hair, smiling a lot- I've been there."

"That's not-wait. You. You and Pepa…?"

Félix nodded, and Bruno wished being unalive was in his near future. He held his hands up, as if he was trying to keep him from freaking out.

"Listen, sometimes Pepa needs a stress reliever, and that's NORMAL-"

"I'm leaving to my prediction cave."

"But didn't Meribel destroy it-"

"Don't care, bye!"

#asks #encanto #lemon #okay this took FOREVER #lots of changes and shit #but im glad we got there #because bruno deserves it #and yes felix gets pegged by pepa change my goddamn mind #whats with me and giving thin anxious mess characters sweet milfs with cute kids #im obsessed