Archive of Our Own

“I’m okay,” he insisted. “Don’t worry about me.”

“You’re not trying to go do business like this, are you?” you said, crossing your arms and giving him a questioning look.

For a moment, Bruno considered it but decided against going out. He would feel so guilty if one of the sweet old ladies from downtown got sick because of him. Or anyone else, for that matter.

“No, I'm not. I’m reaching out to the gang to get them to cover my duties,” he said, finishing up on his phone. “I hope one of them gets back to me in a timely manner.”

“I’m sure they will, dear,” you reassured him, rubbing his tense shoulders. “Why don’t you go back upstairs and get some more rest? I’m going to see what we have in the medicine cabinet before I run to town,” you said, already making a list in your head.

“You don’t have to do that for me.”

You cupped his flushed cheek and looked him in the eyes. “But I want to take care of you, because I love you.” His gaze was soft and melty, his hand coming up to rest over your own.

“Thank you. I’m going to go lay down for awhile,” he said before heading back to the bedroom.

While you stood in the kitchen, you thought it was strange how much he resisted your help. Deciding not to dwell on it, you sprung into action. You checked the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and found that, luckily, you had cough medicine on hand. What you didn’t have, though, were the ingredients for homemade chicken noodle soup. You knew that making him a tasty meal would be the perfect thing to help him feel better.

You readied the medicine for him along with a cup of warm tea before joining him in the bedroom. He was already in bed, snuggled in the blankets with his eyes closed. “Hey,” you said quietly, coming up next to his side. Bruno’s eyes opened, a smile on his face at the sound of your voice.

“Yes?"

“I brought you these,” you said, showing him the medicine and tea.

Bruno thanked you before taking the medicine from your hands. His face twisted up in disgust while drinking the thick, bitter concoction. He washed it down with the tea you prepared, giving his mouth a good swish before swallowing. You tried your best to not giggle at his goofy expression, but he still gave you a playful glance.

“I’m getting ready to go out. I’ll be back soon,” you told him, taking his teacup and setting it on the nightstand for him.

“Okay. I appreciate you… taking care of me,” he said hesitantly.

You kissed him on the forehead. “I’ll always take care of you. You’re my baby boy." Bruno was quiet for a moment, his cheeks warming up in a way that he couldn’t blame on his fever. With that, you left him to go to the market.

A little while later, you were spooning homemade chicken noodle soup into a bowl for Bruno. After he took the cough medicine, he slept for most of the day. You popped in the bedroom now and then to check on him, and every time, you saw him fast asleep.

You took your time and enjoyed yourself while making the soup for him. After you prepared his bowl, you fixed one for yourself as well. You placed them both on a tray along with spoons and made your way to the bedroom. You imagined that he was hungry by now.

Pushing the door open with your hip, you walked into the bedroom. You were surprised to see that Bruno was awake. He was sitting up in bed, rubbing his eyes. His braid from that morning was messy and loose, and the side of his head was frizzy. You smiled fondly and approached him. “Hi,” you said, setting the soup on the nightstand.

“Hi,” he replied, his voice husky.

“How are you feeling?” you asked.

“Better than I was this morning, but still not phenomenal,” he replied, trying to smooth down his hair.

“I see. Well, I made you some soup,” you responded, placing the tray over his lap. “ Maybe this will help you feel better?”

Bruno looked down at the hot soup, steam rising off the top. The smell was delightful and rich with flavor. His stomach rumbled a bit as he gazed at it. “Thank you. I appreciate this…It smells delicious,” he said, his cheeks rosy.

“Of course. I hope it tastes delicious, too. But I guess we’re both about to find out,” you said, sitting down across from him and grabbing your bowl carefully. You tasted it, pleased to find that it was as good as you hoped it would be. Bruno was pleased as well, making a satisfied sound after his first bite. The two of you ate in silence for a while, enjoying each other’s company and the homecooked meal.

You looked down into the soup, your gaze pensive as you swirled it around with your spoon. “Makes you feel kind of nostalgic, doesn’t it?” you said thoughtfully, still looking down.

Bruno gave you a questioning look mid-bite. “I mean… I remember when I was a kid, my mom used to make me soup to help me feel better. It reminds me of simpler times,” you elaborated.

He thought about your statement for a moment before responding. “My father was the one who made soup for me,” he said finally, speaking as though he had a bitter taste in his mouth.

You frowned at his tone. “Oh, baby,” you cooed. You moved your soup to the side and so did he. You crawled next to him and snuggled up at his side.

Bruno looked at you with concern on his face. “I don’t want to get you sick, cara,” he said.

“It doesn’t matter to me. I want to be close to you right now."

Bruno allowed you to pull him to your chest, resting his face on your breasts. A relaxed noise slipped past his lips as he settled down, enjoying your warmth. Being close to you always made him feel comfortable, especially laying on your chest.

“Listen, Bruno… I love you. Please don’t feel bad about being taken care of, okay? Everybody needs somebody,” you said, stroking his hair comfortingly.

“I know. It's very difficult for me to get used to. You know the role that I play for my team... I have to be strong for them, and you, too,” he responded, his voice muffled.

“We’re strong for each other, Bruno. That means that I get to be strong for you sometimes. Even the person who comforts others needs to be comforted themselves,” you reasoned.

Bruno let out a sigh before looking up at you, his eyes shining as he admired your face. He couldn't help but think how lucky he was to be in love with someone like you.

“...You’re right,” he said finally. “I just need some encouragement at times.”

“I understand. I’m more than happy to give you encouragement, along with anything else you need,” you said, rubbing his back. He snuggled closer to you, causing something to curiously poke against your thigh. It didn't take long to figure out what that 'something' was.

“Babe?”

“Hm?”

“Are you hard?”

Bruno blushed and narrowed his eyes. “Yes.”

You giggled, causing him to groan and hide his face in your breasts. He peered back up at you, his gaze flirty despite not feeling well.

“I’m so comfortable laying here with you… My body just acts on its own,” he explained shyly.

“Aw, baby boy,” you said, kissing his forehead. “We can fool around once you’re feeling better.”

Bruno perked up at this, gazing at you with an interested expression. “I’ll hold you to it, mommy,” he teased you. Unsurprisingly, this aroused you, and you playfully tugged on a strand of his hair.

“You better behave yourself,” you teased right back, watching him grow more flustered than you. Chuckling, you untangled yourself from him and stood up from the bed. “I’m gonna let you rest for a while longer, darling. Let me know if you need anything,” you told him, collecting the empty bowls and tray.

Bruno looked at you with a grateful expression. “I will,” he said before you walked out of the door. As you descended the stairs, you had a feeling that he would be back to normal in no time.

A week later, Bruno was feeling quite peachy. You spent that week feeding him and providing medicine, as well as keeping him company while he rested. There were many days when the two of you sat together, each doing your individual tasks, enjoying each other’s presence. Frequently, he would hold your hand and tell you how much he longed to kiss you. Even with all of the quality time together, you could tell that he was growing restless.

Bruno was elated to be returning to his normal mafioso duties. He had a pep in his step on his first day back and his farewell kiss to you was more enthusiastic than normal. You saw him off, watching him leave from the front door.

You were glad that he was feeling better, but part of you was almost sad. You missed caring for him. With Bruno’s responsibilities, you hardly had time to spend together. Not only that, but it’s rare for Bruno to allow you to coddle him for so long. Despite this, you knew that it was for the better that Bruno continued with business as usual. For the rest of the day, you kept yourself busy and tended to your responsibilities while he was away.

When Bruno came home that evening, he was still in a good mood. Though he looked exhausted, he was all smiles as he greeted you.

“How was your day?” you asked him.

“It went well,” Bruno answered quaintly. “Would you like to go upstairs with me, amore? I’m feeling tired and there’s something I’d like to discuss with you.”

Your heart began to palpitate at his words. Hearing that someone wants to talk to you is always anxiety-inducing, in your experience. Giving him a look, you obliged his wishes, letting him lead you into the bedroom.

He guided you onto the bed, collecting you in his arms and giving you a tender kiss. Bruno was incredibly snuggly, nuzzling you and holding you tight. You were confused, but quickly realized that the conversation would be about nothing serious. Unable to control yourself, you started chuckling.

“Did I do something funny?"

“Not particularly,” you said. “Do you want something from me?”

Bruno cocked a finely-groomed eyebrow. “No… Why do you ask?’ he answered, his voice a bit off.

“When you said you needed to talk to me, I thought that there was something wrong. You were in a hurry to get up here, and now you’re being super affectionate,” you answered, giving a coy smile.

“As observant as always,” Bruno said with reverence, eternally impressed by you.

He maintained eye contact with you for a few seconds before giving in to your knowing gaze. “Alright, alright… Perhaps there is something that I want from you,” he said, his voice dipping down an octave.

“What did you have in mind?”

In a rare moment of shyness, Bruno adverted his gaze from you while he spoke. “While I was taking care of Passione business today, I couldn't focus very well... I kept thinking of you. I missed spending time at home with you, but even more than that, I missed… being cared for by you,” he admitted, his cheeks rosy.

“You did say that when I was feeling better that we could be intimate… How do you feel about that now?” His expression was soft, but still very coquettish.

“I remember what I said. I’d be more than happy to touch you, darling. Tell Mommy what you want her to do to you.” While you spoke, you rubbed his chest seductively, wishing that clothing wasn't separating your skin from his.

Bruno angled his head towards yours, the tip of his nose brushing yours. From there, he leaned in closer, his lips ghosting yours. “I want Mommy to touch me all over. ‘Want her to put her pretty mouth around me, ride my cock. I’m so pent up from when I was sick... Please, Mommy?” He spoke to you in a sweet, crooning voice that he saved especially for these moments.

You were helpless to his advances as he pressed his pillowy lips to yours, his kiss eager. You only pulled away from Bruno’s lips when your lungs started to burn with the need for oxygen. Breathless, you gave him a smoldering look. “If that kiss didn’t answer your question… Then, yes, Mommy would love to make you feel good.” You straddled his lap, pressing down on his chest to make him lay back. Already, you could feel his bulge insistently rubbing against your ass and radiating heat from underneath his trousers.

“You really did go a whole week without cumming, didn’t you?” you teased him, giggling. Bruno’s hands snaked up your sides and flipped up your shirt, prompting you to remove it the rest of the way.

“I did. I’m about to burst right now,” he replied, looking at your cute bra with a predatory gaze. His deft hands came up to undo the clasp before watching the bra fall off of your shoulders. The sight of your breasts sent Bruno into a frenzy, resulting in him latching onto your nipple. He suckled you with fervor, acting as if milk would come out if he sucked long enough. The stimulation sent electric-like pleasure down your chest and belly, making your clit throb in response. The sensitivity of your body brought you to a realization: You haven't gotten off in the past week either. You were just as frustrated as he was, and you intended to make sure that you both were satisfied.

The room was spinning around you, throwing you into a flurry of hot touches and shed clothes. You felt your mind go hazy with lust, distracted completely by Bruno’s body under your hands. The way his arms wrapped around you, his strong chest pressed against your softer one, and the hardness of his clothed cock bumping against you, all made you feel like you were having a wet dream. You were so, so ready when Bruno’s pants were finally completely removed, your hands finding themselves drawn to his cock. His member was hard and warm in your hand, flexing in your grasp. A moan slipped between his lips and was captured by your mouth, pressed in a kiss. In return, Bruno’s fingers parted your slick folds with care, his circling your throbbing clit. Knee-buckling pleasure pulsed through you, making you more impatient than you know you should be.

Parting from the kiss, you sat back on Bruno’s lap. His passionate gaze matched yours, cock stirring against his stomach as he admired your nude form. “Mommy, you are beauitful… You’re an angel on earth, and I’m the mortal blessed enough to witness you,” came his husky voice.

Carefully, yet with intent, you extracted yourself from his lap and sat back in front of him, legs spread. Blown blue eyes glued themselves to the sight of your slick pussy peeking from between the plushness of your thighs. “You’re so good to me, baby boy. I promise that I’ll fuck you, but before that, I want you to touch yourself for me.”

Bruno broke out in a grin and nodded in understanding, his mussed black locks bobbing along. “Good. Sit back and make yourself comfortable, but make sure I can see everything. Start stroking yourself with a slow, loose grip.” Bruno’s tan thighs immediately parted, his hand rubbing over his hard cock. He did as you directed, stroking himself slowly. You were enjoying the sight, watching him with heavy-lidded eyes. His focus never left your body, drinking in every detail while shots of arousal fired through him.

“Good boy. Keep going. Stroke that little spot under the head of your cock, gently.” Bruno did as you said, letting his thumb brush the sensitive flesh. He shuttered, a fat glob of precum clinging to the head of his member.

“Speed it up a little, love.”

“Yes, Mommy,” he whined, jerking himself with more fervor. His cock was now tinged a shade of red, throbbing and twitching with every stroke. Bruno’s chest was heaving with the effort of his breaths, indicating to you that his orgasm was on the horizon.

“Pinch those cute nipples for me.” Using his other hand, Bruno rolled one of his nipples between his fingers, the little brown bud growing hard. His head was lolling back on his shoulders, losing the effort to keep it upright. Fisting his cock, he moaned shamelessly, now canting his hips into his hand. He was going a bit too fast for your liking, so you decided to change that.

“Stop.”

“Wha…?” Bruno’s voice was blissed -out, his lidded eyes having a hard time focussing.

“I said stop touching yourself. Right now.”

Reluctantly, Bruno removed his hands from his body, instead gripping the sheets. “Mommy… Why?” he pouted.

"I didn't tell you that you could go fast, baby boy. Take it slower this time,” you replied, your sweet tone mixed with a touch of sadism. Bruno knew you were denying him on purpose and shot you a playfully dirty look before resuming. He took it from the top, starting slow and building up to your approved speed. The friction of his fist was nice, but he wanted more. Harder, faster, anything to keep the pleasure coming.

Watching him be frustrated was as cute as it was a turn on. You couldn’t help yourself while observing him, your hand drifting down to your cunt on its own. Eager fingers rubbed your clit in a slow circle, producing lewd sounds. Bruno’s focus snapped immediately to your fingers, a restrained groan leaving him. “I want… I want Mommy’s pussy,” he uttered brainlessly, licking his lips. Your clit throbbed in response to his plea, more slick gathering on your fingers.

“Can you last another 10 seconds for me?” you asked. A conflicted expression crossed over Bruno’s face. A bead of sweat was now dribbling down the side of his jaw.

“I-I want to say I can, but… I’m n-not sure,” Bruno responded, panting between his words. He was doing his best to maintain the exact pace you requested, but it was becoming too much for him to handle.

“I’m gonna count down for you, baby,” you told him. The speed of your fingers on your clit increased to match his pace. “10...9...8”

Bruno was trying his best to last, furrowing his brow in concentration.

"7...6...5”

His cock was throbbing, all the warmth and pleasure building in his loins, lighting up his belly. Bruno’s toes began to curl, twisting in the sheets. His shoulders, usually strong and squared with confidence, were trembling from the sensations.

“4...3…” You began to slow down, just to toy with your darling boy.

Bruno threw you a desperate look accompanied by a little whine.

“2…”

“Please, please, fuck…Please, let me, Mammina. I can't, I can’t–” Bruno's sculpted thighs began twitching and pressing together while he worked his cock.

You watched his body with a look of wonder on your face. You were pulsing with the desire to have him inside you, to watch and feel him cum. He had been through enough in the past week, so you finally chose to be merciful.

“1. Hands off.”

Bruno practically ripped his hand away from his cock, letting out a lasvicious sigh. His member flexed angrily before plopping against his stomach. He was panting, lips parted while he stared at you. “Mommy… Oh, please, please, I want you. I don’t think that I can stand another second of this,” he whined. He stuck out his lower lip at you, his already plump lips looking even more kissable.

A chuckle rippled through you before you rose from your place and crawled towards him. You stalked closer to him, a grin on your face before you straddled his lap once again. Boldly, you took his cock in your hand, guiding the tip of it over your soaked pussy. Your wet heat beckoned Bruno, causing him to greedily lift his lips. You gave him a stern look that put him back into line immediately. Taking your time, you let the head of his cock catch your opening, and you sank down on him. The entire time, his body jittered, a desperate look on his face. You enjoyed seeing him bend to your whims completely, all the while taking care of his needs.

Once you were fully seated on his lap, his hands were on you, running up your sides and cupping your breasts. He was kissing up to your sternum, his moans stifled. Bracing your hands on his statue-esque shoulders, you ground your hips down, feeling the head of his member nudge you deep inside. “Oh, baby … I love you so much. 'Missed having your cock inside me while you were sick,” you praised him, running a hand through his hair. He began to bounce you on his lap like you weighed nothing, desperately rutting into you.

“Mm, I missed you too… I wanted to make love to you so badly.” His words were emphasized by him pinching your nipples in tandem with his upward thrusts. “Nngh… I’m not going to last m-much longer…” he warned you, his lusty gaze meeting yours.

In the sweetest tone you have ever heard from Bruno, he simply asked, “May I cum, Mammina?”

You could never deny your little prince, especially when he asks you so sweetly. The fact that your orgasm was coiling in your belly, getting ready to snap, was also a factor. “Of course. Such a little gentleman for me, asking so politely. You deserve it. Cum, baby, cum for me,” you cooed to him.

The bed creaked and groaned in protest as Bruno rocked you quicker and rougher on his cock. You were sure that the bedframe was going to break under you both, but you couldn't care less. As long as you got to cum along with your lover, nothing else mattered. Bruno’s expression went from blissed to completely mindless, his eyes rolling back in his head. His cock swelled and twitched inside of you, your velvety clutch wringing the orgasm from his body. He had the same effect on you, your mouth opening in a silent cry as you came. Your puffy clit rubbed against his hard stomach with every movement, sending bursts of sensation to your groin.

A week’s worth of his cum gushed into your pussy at once, warming up your belly with every euphoric pump. You held him close, moaning his name while you rode out your climax. He did the same of you, holding you as he gave the last few spurts of his seed with weak twitches of his hips. Your thighs and the sheets below you were both sticky with release.

You let yourself breathe for a while. Your heart pounded between your legs as you came down from the rush of pleasure chemicals. Underneath you, Bruno was breathing raggedly, still witless from lust. His softening member slipped from your hole, making way for a ribbon of his seed to dribble out of you. A whimper escaped you as more of his cum came gushing out of you, almost taking you by surprise.

“God, Bruno...You made so much,” you giggled, sliding off of his lap to flop on your side. Looking over at him, you noticed that he had a foggy, far-away look of pleasure on his face. His mind was still catching up with his body, you figured. You smiled affectionately and leaned over to kiss him. Eyes refocusing, he returned your kiss with a tiny moan. His eyes slipped closed as he got lost in the sweet feeling of your lips against his.

When the two of you finally separated, he leaned forward to give you one more small kiss.

"I love you more than anything," you proclaimed, cradling his cheek as you spoke.

"I love you too," Bruno replied, the glitter in his eyes much like the sun on glistening ocean waves. "Once again...Thank you so much for taking care of me."