Fifty Shades Of Mars (Bruno Mars Fanfiction)

2. Birthday

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  Bruno scoops you up from the cold tile of your kitchen floor and you wrap your legs around his waist. He holds your thighs up with ease, gliding across the room and into the next. As he moves, you kiss him ferociously, your hands around his face and into his hair to keep his lips locked with yours. He stops in the living room and slams you down onto the huge couch in the center of the room, his lips never leaving yours as he does so. 

 The moment you sink into the contours of the couch, he lets go of your thighs and throws his arms back behind him to take off his jacket. His leather jacket gone and your lips moving against each other, his hands make their way to your breasts, touching and needy. You let out a slight moan at his touch, and he groans deeply in response.

  Suddenly filled with unfulfilled need, he breaks the contact from your lips and practically rips his shirt off. He claws at the thin fabric that is your tank top, silently begging for it to disappear. Taking his hint, you lift your arms above your head, allowing him to quickly slide the shirt up and over your body. 

  "God," he breathes, hanging over you, "I need you. Now."

  His words send a shiver down your spine, and elicit another louder, more distinct moan from your lips. He quickly pulls his pants and underwear down to his ankles, his erection tightening against the friction. The moment he kicks them to the side, he pulls you to the edge of the couch to where he stands naked, yanking your pants and underwear down without hesitation. 

  He pauses, looking up and down your nearly naked body with lust. He leans down over you once again. "But this is your day," he breathes deeply into your ear, "so I think I can make myself wait a little bit." 

  His words excite you more than you would expect, and you wrap your hands around his head and into his hair, pulling his lips against yours. He does so without question, and soon his lips begin to make their way down your body. 

  He plants kisses down your jaw line and onto your neck, moving past your ear and sucking lightly at the skin there, causing your eyes to roll back into your skull and close. Your breathing picks up in short, deep breaths. As he starts to move toward your breasts, his eyes lock contact with your face, taking in each detail, watching each emotion and change in expression. He runs each of his thumbs across your nipples, eliciting a shiver and a moan, and sending waves of heat down your spine. He smirks against your skin and moves further down, his kisses eventually bringing him to your center. 

  "You're so wet," he says, blowing against you. Without hesitation, he moves his fingers up your thighs and slides two of them in, curling them to hit the spot he knew so well. 

  "Oh, God," you say breathlessly and he moves them inside you. When his mouth meets his fingers and moves against your clit, however, your spine bends in pleasure. 

  Your breathing doesn't slow as he starts off gently and builds up in intensity and speed. He groans against your flesh, bringing you to the edge and making your legs shake and tremble. 

  "Oh God, Bruno, I'm so close... Please..." 

  He quickly takes his fingers out of you and stands. Before you can protest, he grabs a hold of one of your legs with one hand, holding it up, his length in the other. He runs it up and down your slit, keeping you on the edge. The muscles in your thighs continue to tighten, and he just does it again and again. Soon he has you desperately begging for him to take you. Deciding you've suffered enough, he slowly sinks himself deeply inside of you as he leans over you for a kiss.

  You climax, hard, as he continues to move inside you. "Fuck," he grunts against your lips, your muscles clenching his length with more pressure than you ever have before. Your body moves on its own, thrashing and shivering, your spine bending back in pleasure. You moan loudly, calling his name against his lips. He slows his movements as the waves of your orgasm calm. When you fully come down from it, he grinds his hips against yours roughly, bringing you close to the edge again. 

  He breaks contact from your lips and lets go of your leg, rolling you slightly so that you're laid out in front of him, your legs on either side of his waist. He bends both of them at the knee and pushes them up against you. 

  "God damn, you're so fucking tight," he grunts, his movements becoming sloppy. He moves one of his hands that holds your knee to your center, rubbing his thumb in circles. “I want you there with me,” he grunts. “Come on baby.” Your body obeys his words without wavering, and you’re right there on the edge again. He notices the tightening of your body almost immediately, and speeds his thumb’s movement so that the coil in the pit of your stomach continues to tighten.

  “Oh God, Bruno—” He interrupts you with a kiss as he grinds his hips into you once more, throwing you over the edge once again. As soon as he notices your climax, he begins to relax into the sensation, letting himself go inside of you. He continues to kiss you passionately, only stopping in brief segments for air.

  “Fuuuck…” he groans against your lips as he releases himself.

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   When you both calm, he pulls himself out of you, eliciting a slight whimper from you from the loss of contact. “Shhh,” he says, hanging over you. He places a kiss on your forehead and reaches behind himself to grab the blanket from the recliner. He wraps it around you and then himself, hugging you to his chest.

  “Happy birthday, baby,” he says against your ear before lightly kissing your neck.

  You smile, and before long you both fall into a deep sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.