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Fire Alarms & Love Hearts
Pairing: Fem!Reader/Thomas
Description: Thomas might be the reason why you and your neighbours are getting annoyed. And he might also be the one who asks you for a date.
Words: 10.1k
Warnings: Smut, it’s silly - I’m well aware of that
A/N: About 1 ½ years ago i received this lovely prompt and guess who finally wrote it @l0standn0tf0und
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._____.
It's the beginning of November even for Rome the night air is chilling, and you would like to be in bed instead of staying outside in the cold. In your pyjamas. Your neighbours are all outside with you, the fire alarm went off the second night this week. The second night you're staring at your neighbour, you think you overheard someone call him Thomas a few nights ago. He's standing there only in his briefs and while you're still asking yourself how he isn't cold you see him shiver.
"I probably should have grabbed my bathrobe on the way out," he says. You know you should say something but you're busy looking at him, he's tall, fascinating eyes, cute smile and your sleep deprived brain can’t handle anything at this moment. “But then no one’s really dressed for the occasion, are they?”
You realise he's talking to you, and you blush. "Sorry?"
He giggles.
"I’m cold, my ass is going to freeze and fall off and then it's going to get lost somewhere around here and the city is going to be sued because of a naked butt running around and..." He trails off.
Now you are the one laughing.
“I’m sure that’s not what you said before but we can’t have your butt get lost, good thing it looks like they’re letting us inside again."
You're right. A few minutes later you're back in your apartment, ready to fall asleep again. Snuggled in your blankets, thinking about Thomas winking at you before you parted ways again.
When you leave the next day you can see a little note on your door.
“Hello neighbour,
I would like to ask you out for dinner.
If you're interested just let me know, if not please burn this note and never mention it to anyone! And just pretend you don’t know who I am the next time you see me.
P.S. My ass is still in place, no suing yet ;)
P.P.S. You should ask out the cute guy from the floor above you.
Thom"
You're laughing as you fold the note and put it into the pocket of your coat, not knowing how you should respond. Bold you think, but somehow charming. And now you also know who lives in the flat over you, the wind sometimes carrying lovely guitar tunes to your window from his.
It takes you three days to have the courage until you're knocking on Thomas' door. He opens the door in his pyjamas, messy hair and his mouth open in surprise.
"Hi, I'm your neighbour from downstairs, the one you asked out for dinner" you say, a big grin on your face.
He laughs, and you are glad that you didn't just leave a message and go to your flat again.
"Yes, yes, I did," he says, opening the door for you, "but right now I'm making pancakes.”
“Is that what’s smelling like it’s burning?”
His eyes go wide.
"Shit!"
He turns around and runs to the kitchen. You take the time to look at his flat, there are a few books. Guitars. Magazines. A stray sock on the floor. Photos.
He comes back out a few minutes later, smiling sheepishly.
"Okay, so, it's not burnt. It's just... not exactly the way I had planned."
You knit your eyebrows together thinking about the fire alarms again but shake your head at yourself and smile at him instead.
“I would share them but …. I was kind of planning to eat them straight from the pan and my cooking isn’t exactly made to be shared, or even fit for human consumption.“
You laugh.
"I would like to share them anyway," you say and wink at him, "and I'm sure they're delicious."
He smiles back.
"Well then, sit down and let me be your host," he says. “But if you get food poisoning that’s on you, I warned you.”
“You can say if now is a bad time instead of trying to poison me if you want to, that would be perfectly okay, maybe I should have just written a reply to the note. So sorry if I'm interrupting anything. Or anyone."
"You're not. I'm not... I mean... I'm single. I'm sorry." He blushes. "I didn't mean to say that. Fuck. I mean..."
You start laughing.
"Okay. Calm down. Breathe. It's fine, I promise.”
“I’m only in my pyjamas. I wasn't really expecting anyone. Let alone the person I tried to ask out."
You smile at him.
"Well, I didn't expect you to still be in pyjamas in the middle of the day either." It's 4 o'clock in the afternoon, you really didn't think he would be in his pyjamas.
He looks at you sheepishly: "Good point. You can have my pancakes but only if you're getting in your pyjamas as well."
It's something you can agree on and ten minutes later you're sitting in his living room, in your pyjamas. He smiles and laughs and you have a nice fuzzy feeling when he looks at you. You talk about music, about travelling, about everything and nothing. When it's dark outside and you're full of pancakes, that are only half as bad as he thought and said but somehow still burned at the edges and the inside that should be fluffy sometimes not quite cooked. You're glad you took the chance. He's fun to be around and you talk more, about concerts, memories and favourite places. It's easy to talk to him, and it's even easier to laugh with him. When the conversation dies down a little bit and your eyes are getting heavy, he looks at you and grins.
"We should do that again."
You look at him, he's beautiful, he's sweet, you nod.
"Yes. Definitely."
"Maybe not in pyjamas next time."
*_____*
Thomas doesn't really think he can call it a date, it's not a real one, but it's a great evening and definitely a beginning of something. He likes you, he would love to take you out, and he feels like a fool for having given you a note and not asked you out directly. It's not his usual behaviour. When he's walking you to the door, he thinks about kissing you. But you're just getting to know each other, so he hugs you, and kisses you on the cheek instead. You're grinning and wave at him, he watches you walk to the door and down the hall to his front door.
"See you around?" He asks, a little hope in his voice.
"Of course. I think that's an offer I can't refuse."
"Good, next time I'll take you out for dinner." He says, you lean in and for a second he thinks you're going to kiss him, but you just give him a quick kiss on the nose.
"That would be wonderful," you say and then you're gone.
He goes back inside, closing the door and leaning against it.
"Fuck," he says to himself. "I've got it so bad."
*_____*
Two weeks later you're going out for dinner with Thomas. He's a little late and when he walks into the restaurant he's already apologising from afar.
"I'm so sorry, the traffic is hell," he says, his eyes wide. "And my phone battery died and I couldn't call you. But I'm here, finally."
You smile.
"It's fine," you say and you take a deep breath, he's so cute, you already knew that but seeing him makes you nervous and happy and giddy. A feeling you haven't had in a while. He sits down opposite you. "And I have to say it's nice to see you in something different than your pyjamas or only in underwear."
He blushes.
"You liked the sight then," he says with a smirk and winks at you.
You look at him, raising an eyebrow and grin.
"I didn't say that."
He chuckles and starts looking through the menu. You watch him, trying to figure him out, but it's not as easy as you first had thought.
"Do you want some wine?" He asks, looking at you.
"That sounds great," you say.
He looks at you, you think he's waiting for a question, but you're not sure what.
"I have another idea," you say, hoping it's a good one.
"What would that be?"
"A bet."
He raises an eyebrow.
"What would this bet involve?"
"We have to make the other one blush, the first one to lose the game has to pay for dinner."
He laughs.
"So we're both going to be in trouble tonight."
"Maybe, maybe not."
He looks at you and smiles, "okay, we can do that, but I should warn you I've got a few tricks up my sleeve."
"We'll see," you say.
And with that the game begins. You're looking at each other, smiling, flirting, and you're having fun.
The waiter comes over and asks for your order, Thomas gets Carbonara, and you're getting ravioli.
"Can I try yours?" You ask.
"Yes, if I can try yours."
You're nodding and when the food arrives a few minutes later, you take turns feeding each other.
"This is amazing," you say.
"Yours is too, do you think we should switch?"
You're smiling, shaking your head.
"No, it's good."
"Do you think the pasta is as good as me?"
"Don't make me answer that."
He chuckles.
"I would say we can just not decide who has to pay and just split it."
"You would say that, and I can't tell if it's because you're afraid of losing or because you're trying to be a gentleman."
"I'm always a gentleman." He laughs.
He smiles at you and for a second he looks at his hands, before looking up at you.
"I'm not afraid," he says. He takes your hand, and you know you should prepare yourself for something, "your lips look lonely, would they like to meet mine?"
He looks at you expectantly, his eyes wide, a little shy. It's endearing. And it's really adorable. You try to stay serious, to not laugh. But when his face changes from hopeful to worried and then he's trying to pull his hand away, you can't help yourself.
"That was the worst line ever," you say, laughing.
"I don't know if I should be offended? Are you laughing at me?"
"No," you say, still laughing, "actually it's kinda cute just... it's cute, and I can't believe you actually said that. I thought you're going to make me blush with something dirty but you're just being adorable."
"Hey," he says, pretending to be offended. "I'm not adorable, I'm handsome and I'm..."
"Adorable."
"Not."
You're shaking your head.
"Definitely."
He pretends to pout, which makes you laugh even more. And you can see the blush creep into his cheeks.
"I can't believe I'm the loser of this bet," he says, sighing.
"You might be, but you're right, my lips are a little bit lonely. Mind to help out?"
"I can try, not making any promises though," he says, he leans closer, putting his lips on yours, and kissing you softly. You're smiling, and so is he. It's a short kiss, and it's not really enough, but it's still perfect.
When he pulls away, he's looking at you, his eyes full of wonder, his mouth slightly open.
"What?" You ask.
"I just want to savour the moment, I haven't kissed many people lately, and it feels a little strange to have my first real kiss in a while after a bad pick-up line."
You chuckle.
"You can have another one if you like."
He nods and kisses you again.
*_____*
When dinner is over, Thomas walks you home. He takes your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours. He doesn't want the night to end, he likes being with you, and he has a feeling that you might like him too.
He brings you right to your apartment door and kisses you goodbye. It's soft and sweet and you're smiling, leaning into him. He can feel your smile against his lips, and he wants more.
He kisses you a little harder, his tongue flicking out to touch your bottom lip, and then your upper lip. A surprised moan escapes him when you open your mouth, granting him entrance, his tongue sliding over yours. Your arms wrap around him, holding him close, his body pressed against yours, and he can feel you against him. Your soft curves, your breasts pressing against his chest, your warmth and the smell of your skin, it's all intoxicating.
When the kiss ends, his lips are tingling. He looks at you, his mouth open and his breathing a little faster.
"You're good," you say, a smile on your lips.
He blushes.
"Thanks," he whispers.
He's leaning in again, kissing your cheek, and then the side of your neck, nuzzling your skin.
"Thomas," you whisper, his name coming out as a sigh.
He likes the sound of it, he wants to hear it again.
"Hmm," he hums, pressing a kiss right under your ear, sucking gently on your skin, his hands stroking your back. And then he pulls back. "I should say goodnight before I do something stupid."
You look at him, and for a moment he's afraid you'll disagree.
"Yeah," you say, sighing. "You're right."
He's glad that you understand, and a little disappointed that you're agreeing to let things progress slowly.
"Thank you for the lovely evening," he says.
"Thank you."
"I hope we can do that again, soon."
"Me too."
You give him a quick peck on the lips, then you're gone, closing the door behind you.
He stands in front of your door for a moment, his hand on the door, smiling.
"Fuck yes," he says to himself, a spring in his step when he gets up the steps to his own flat.
*_____*
After your third date with Thomas he's away for some time but he texts you. The first night he's back, is the night before your holidays and the first night another fire alarm goes off again, it's the beginning of January. You're annoyed, it's freezing cold outside, your flight is early and not even Thomas who's standing there in only his briefs again, with a bowl of pasta, can't make you smile.
"Hi neighbour," he says.
"Hi," you grumble.
He puts the bowl down, walking towards you and taking your hand.
"What's wrong?"
"I've got an early flight tomorrow, and now the stupid fire alarm went off, and..."
Thomas looks at you with guilt in his eyes, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, "I'm sure the fire department is going to be quick."
"They better be," you say.
You turn around and see the firefighter that you already saw talking to Thomas the last few times. Thomas tries to sneak away, you look at his pasta that all of a sudden looks suspiciously burnt.
"Is this your doing?"
He smiles sheepishly, "maybe."
"Maybe," the firefighter says. "I have a feeling, it might be your boyfriend who's a little bit clueless in the kitchen."
"That's not true, my pancakes are delicious." He says and looks at you for help.
You look at them both.
"Not my boyfriend, not really, and your pancakes were for human consumption but also ... burnt a bit," you say, and the firefighter looks at him, raising an eyebrow.
"Okay, they were horrible, but I didn't burn anything in a while. Just today."
The firefighter sighs.
"This is the sixth time in not even as many months, please order pizza or go to a cooking class, please, for your neighbours sake," he says and you look at him.
"You're really getting a cooking class," you say to Thomas, "this is not negotiable, you can't cook, and everyone's getting fed up with being woken up by the fire alarm. You need a teacher, or someone, just... something. Please."
Thomas sighs, but he agrees.
"Fine."
"Good," you say.
It's not much longer until the building is empty again and the fire alarm is shut off. You walk to your apartment, and Thomas follows you.
"Sorry about the pancakes, and the pasta, and the fire alarm. And the other fire alarms," he says, sighing.
You shrug.
"It's okay, and now that the fire department knows that the fire alarm is set off by an incompetent cook, they hopefully know for future incidents. Now I should sleep, I'm getting up way too early tomorrow."
"Good night," he says.
"Night."
He hugs you, and kisses you, and you're glad to be inside again.
*_____*
The first time you sleep with Thomas is after you're back, the two of you are spending more and more time together, and there is no way you would ever describe it as 'just friends'. You've been flirting with him, and he with you.
Thomas is kissing you passionately. His hands are under your shirt. You're kissing back, trying to keep up with his kisses and his movements. You're in his bed and while you are both still wearing shirts and underwear you feel a little too warm all of a sudden. He is on top of you, kissing down your neck and biting softly, you let out a soft moan.
"Fuck," he whispers.
"What is it?"
"This is embarrassing, but... I might not last long," he whispers, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
"Don't worry about that, I won't be offended," you say, stroking his hair, and kissing his temple. “Feels like a compliment to me.”
"Still."
"It's fine."
He lifts his head, looking at you, smiling, his eyes full of hope and lust. He kisses you again, and starts rubbing against you. The thin layer of fabric is the only thing separating the two of you. You're grinding back, moving together, and it's not long until you're both gasping, and you're holding on to him. His hands are moving, slipping under the waistband of your panties, pushing them down, and then his hands are between your legs. You can feel his fingers on your folds, stroking gently.
"Shit," you breathe, your eyes falling shut.
He's moving, getting between your legs and kneeling on the floor. You prop yourself up on your elbows, and look down at him, watching him, he's licking his lips, and looking at you, his pupils wide. You watch him and he leans in, his breath hot against your skin, his lips kissing the inside of your thigh.
He kisses upwards, getting closer and closer, and when his mouth finally touches you, your head falls back, and a moan leaves your mouth. He's sucking and licking, his tongue teasing your clit, his fingers thrusting into you. Your breathing is ragged and fast, your heart is racing, it doesn't take long until the wave of pleasure is crashing down on you.
"God, fuck, Thomas," you gasp, as the orgasm washes over you.
He keeps going, drawing out the pleasure - making you tremble and writhe. When he's finished, you're lying on the bed, breathing hard. He gets up, and gets rid of his underwear, and his shirt, and when he climbs back on the bed, he's naked. He leans down, kissing you.”
"Can I?" He asks, looking at you.
"Yes, please."
He lines himself up and slowly pushes into you, you can feel him stretching you, filling you, and you wrap your legs around his waist.
"Shit," he breathes.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, it's just..." he trails off, not finishing his sentence, and he starts to move, his thrusts are slow and gentle.
You can see the expression on his face, his mouth is hanging open, his eyes are closed, and he's moaning, and whispering. His name is on your lips, and you're holding onto him, your fingers digging into his shoulders.
His thrusts become faster and harder, his breathing is getting ragged. He's moaning, his hips stuttering. He's groaning and grunting, his body tensing, and his muscles straining, and when he comes, his whole body shakes. He collapses on top of you, his weight resting on you, and his head resting on your chest.
You stroke his hair, and kiss the top of his head, and he's breathing heavily, his eyes closed.
"Sorry," he whispers, after a few moments.
"It's fine."
"It's been a while."
"You can't control these things."
He rolls off of you, and turns his head, his eyes opening.
"I'll make it up to you," he says.
"There's nothing to make up, really. It was wonderful."
"Still," he says.
*_____*
Thomas' birthday is coming up and even though by now he has told his friends and the band about you, he's still nervous asking you to join them for the evening. In the end he doesn't know what he was so worried about, you're excited and happy about the invitation.
Thomas is in the middle of his party, surrounded by friends and family, and you're sitting next to him, with a beer and a slice of cake, and he's happy. You're holding his hand, and occasionally lean over to kiss him.
Victoria is pulling you away from him to dance with you, and he's smiling and laughing as he watches the two of you.
"Good job," she whispers into his ear after she's sick of dancing.
"Thank you!" He has to grin, and then she's gone, and you're back by his side.
"How's the birthday boy doing?"
"Great, now that my girlfriend is back," he says.
You raise an eyebrow.
"Girlfriend?"
"Yes," he says, looking at you, a hopeful smile on his face.
"Okay, boyfriend," you say.
He blushes, and smiles, his eyes are wide but his smile is almost shy. He pulls you in, kissing you softly, and wrapping his arm around you.
"I like that," he says.
"Me too."
*_____*
He drags you into the bedroom as soon as most of the people have left and you can't stop smiling and laughing. Thomas closes the door and turns around to look at you. You're standing there, your hair is a little messy, your shirt is crumpled, and your cheeks are flushed. He can't stop looking at you, and when he doesn't say anything, you take a step forward.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes," he says, and closes the distance between the two of you, kissing you, and holding you close.
He starts unbuttoning your shirt, and kisses the skin that's revealed, then pushes the shirt off your shoulders, it lands on the floor, and then his hands are on your breasts, squeezing gently.
You pull his shirt off, and your fingers trail down his sides, making him shudder. His skin is warm, his stomach soft. You push him down onto the bed, he lies back, looking up at you, his pupils blown, his breathing ragged, and his cock hard.
"I've got a surprise for you, birthday boy.”
"Oh yes," he says, his voice hoarse.
"Close your eyes."
He does, and you take some lube from the nightstand, and get out of your skirt and your underwear, and kneel next to him, straddling his thigh. You squeeze some lube into the palm of your hand, warming it up between your fingers.
"Can I look now?" He asks, impatiently.
"Almost," you say, and then your hands are on his cock, stroking him, your thumb brushing over the tip, his hips bucking into your touch.
"Fuck," he whispers, and he bites his lip, trying to stay quiet, his eyes still closed.
You start moving, your hand stroking his cock, and he's groaning, his hands are grasping the sheets, and he's arching his back, and thrusting into your hand.
"Fuck, please," he gasps, and you stop.
He opens his eyes and looks at you, his mouth hangs open, and his tongue darts out to lick his lips.
"That was mean," he says, but the smile on his lips is telling you that he liked it. “Is my surprise only sex or is there more? Like is it edible underwear or something, a costume … oh," he cuts himself off, when he sees the look on your face.
You raise an eyebrow.
"A costume. You'd like me in a costume, wouldn't you?"
He's blushing, and his cock twitches, he doesn't answer, he doesn't has to.
"Wouldn't you?"
"Yeah," he admits.
You laugh.
"Well, I don't have one now, but if I find one, I might surprise you," you say, “I have something different for you, I want to eat you out and when you’re a whimpering mess, I want to ride you."
"Fuck, yes," he breathes.
"Lie back and relax."
"I can do that," he says.
You lean down and start kissing his chest, nipping and licking his skin. You can feel his heartbeat, his breathing shallow. You're working your way down, kissing his stomach. You take his cock in your hand, and stroke him, and he moans. You kiss further down, getting between his legs, and licking his balls, and then his cock. He's moaning, his hips jerking.
"Oh god, please," he gasps.
You continue, sucking his balls into your mouth, and then moving back. He spreads his legs a little further apart, and lifts his hips, you kiss his thighs, and stroke his cock, your other hand moves between his cheeks, and when your finger brushes over his hole, his hips jerk violently.
"Fuck," he gasps.
"Can I?" You ask.
"Please," he begs.
You're spreading his legs a little more, and kissing the inside of his thighs, and then you're licking his hole, your tongue teasing the tight ring of muscle. He's panting and gasping, his eyes closed, his mouth hanging open. He's writhing on the bed, his hips moving, and when you push your tongue into him, he's swearing, his hands gripping the sheets.
“Oh god, please don’t stop. Shit, please. Fuck, this is amazing, shit, please, fuck, I want- I need- please, please, please, please," he's babbling, and when you reach between his legs, and wrap your fingers around his cock, his body is shaking, and he's swearing. "Fuck, oh god, please, please, I need you. If you keep fucking me this good," he gasps. “I might just have to marry you.”
Your mouth is still on him but you smile, and you're licking and sucking, your hand is stroking his cock.
For Thomas it feels like minutes, for you, it must have been less than a minute. He's writhing and swearing, and moaning, his breathing is ragged, and his hips are stuttering, his cock throbbing and leaking pre-come. He's a mess, his back arched, fingers entangled in your hair.
“You enjoy that?”
"Fuck, yes. Yes. God, yes, please, please, I need you, please," he pants, and his eyes are wide open, looking at you.
"You ready for me, birthday boy?"
"Yes, yes, please," he whispers.
You kneel over him, straddling his waist, guiding him to your entrance. He's holding on to your hips, his eyes squeezed shut. You lower yourself, and when the head of his cock slips into you, the both of you moan. You're moving, taking him in inch by inch, and when he's completely inside you, you're sitting in his lap. You move your hips, riding him, and he's thrusting up into you, his cock rubbing against your walls, hitting all the right places. He's groaning, and his fingers dig into your skin.
“That was so good, no one ever did that for me before, I didn't think I'd like it, but fuck, this was amazing," he's talking, and it sounds almost like he's drunk. Drunk on lust and emotions.
You start riding him, your hips moving, and he's thrusting up into you, his moans fill the room, and the sounds of your bodies moving together. The slap of skin against skin is the only sound, apart from his voice.
"Please, don't stop," he's begging, and his words are slurring, his movements becoming erratic. His back arches, his muscles tense, and his body starts to shake, his grip on your hips tightens, and his mouth falls open. "Oh god, fuck, fuck, please, oh god, please, please, please, please, oh god," his voice is hoarse, and then his hips are jerking, and his cock is throbbing and his eyes are squeezed shut, his body is shaking, his nails digging into your skin. He's gasping, and his cock pulses inside of you.
He's panting, his eyes are open, and he looks at you, his gaze unfocused. You lift your hips, and he slips out of you, his hands are resting on your hips, his grip still tight, and his breathing is laboured.
You roll off of him, and lie down next to him. When he reaches for you, you hold him. His body is trembling, and his heart is beating fast. He's breathing hard, and his eyes are closed.
"Wow, that was amazing," he mumbles.
"It was," you say, kissing his temple.
"I need to clean up, give me a second," he says, and he's trying to get up.
"Stay, I'll do it."
"You sure?"
"Yes."
He's smiling, eyes still closed, his head resting on the pillow, and his breathing is getting steadier again. You get up, and walk into the bathroom, and return with a washcloth.
"This was the best birthday present," he says, looking at you. “No candy underwear but you can’t have everything.”
"It was a pleasure."
"What about you?”
“Oh, don’t worry about me, I came long before you.”
"You did?"
"Yes."
He smiles, and closes his eyes. You're cleaning him up, wiping away the sweat, and his come, and his eyelids flutter. You put the washcloth into the laundry basket, and crawl back into bed.
"I'll do something for you, just let me catch my breath," he says, his words are slurred, and his breathing is deep.
"There's no need," you whisper.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
He nods, and he's snuggling closer to you before he drifts off to sleep.
"Happy birthday," you whisper, and press a soft kiss to his forehead, and he sighs contently.
*_____*
A couple of weeks later, you're sitting in the dressing room with Victoria after a show. He's sitting on a couch, his legs spread wide, and he's talking to someone. You can't hear what they're saying, but you're watching him. His smile, and the way his eyes light up, the way he talks. The way he moves his hands.
Victoria is next to you, she's watching you, and a smile is playing on her lips.
"You're staring," she says.
"Yes," you answer.
She's grinning.
"Do you need help?" She asks.
"No."
"I know a lot about him."
"I don't doubt it."
"I mean, if you wanted to surprise him," she says, and winks.
“Actually I would need your help,” you smile, “Valentine’s is coming up and I would like to do something. Something a bit romantic, and something a bit, you know, … sexy.”
She's grinning, and her eyes light up.
"Oh yes, I would love to help you with that."
"As long as it doesn’t involve edible underwear,” you laugh.
She looks at you confused.
"No, but why would you think that?"
"Thomas mentioned it. He was curious about it."
"Oh," she grins, "c’mon it would make him laugh. You’re both silly like that. Just do it as an extra little thing, a candy bra and some really nice lace panties.”
“You’re right, if nothing else it would make him laugh, and he would love it. Thank you, Vic, for all the help you gave me and I would be honoured to have your advice and assistance with this."
"So, what do you have planned so far?"
"I'll tell you, but first I need to ask Thomas if he has any plans for the day, because if he does, we have to plan around them."
"Sounds like a good idea," she agrees. “He’s a romantic, so I don’t think he has other than plans he might have come up with already, but I can interrogate him a little bit. So what’s the plan?”
“I want to cook with him at home. You know how he set off the fire alarms a few times when he tried cooking and I figured that we can try it together, and maybe I can help him, make sure that we won't have a repeat performance of those days. Maybe we can do it together, so he will actually learn something, or maybe we'll fail spectacularly together. Light some candles, maybe get a bit wine drunk. And then after dinner, maybe have a bath and then go to bed, have sex, cuddle. Just the two of us, and a nice relaxed evening. No stress, no worries, just us. What do you think?"
"It sounds great," Victoria smiles. "So, what are you going to cook?"
"We never really cooked together before, but I did some research and I found a recipe for a lasagne, that sounds really good. We should be able to manage that. Worst case scenario we’re ending up with take-out.”
“Great, I’ll let you know when I find something out.”
._____.
Later that day, you're in bed, you're naked, and his face is buried between your thighs, his tongue is lapping at your wetness. His fingers are inside of you, and he's working his tongue on your clit. You're arching your back, almost grinding against his mouth. He's humming, you can feel the vibrations, and his teeth graze your clit.
His tongue is flat moving down, licking the length of your folds, and he's nipping at the sensitive skin. His fingers are curling and rubbing against the sweet spot inside of you, and when his other hand moves from your hip, and his finger brushes over your entrance, your breath hitches.
"Fuck," you gasp.
"That's the plan," he says, his voice muffled.
"Fuck," you say again.
He chuckles and his finger slides into you, his tongue is teasing your clit. His lips wrap around your clit, and he's sucking gently. Your hands are on his head, your fingers running through his hair, and your hips are moving. He's fucking you, his fingers are curling and pressing, and his tongue is stroking and licking, and your body is tensing.
"Thomas, please," you beg.
He doesn't stop, and his finger pushes in and out of you, his lips wrapped around your clit, his tongue licking, and his fingers are hitting all the right places. You're arching, and your hips are moving, and you can feel the orgasm building up. Your muscles are clenching, your breath hitches, and your toes are curling. You're close, so close, and you're grinding against his mouth, and his finger is still moving inside you.
"Fuck, Thomas," you gasp, and you're coming.
Your body is tensing, and your eyes are squeezing shut, your back is arching. Your muscles clench, and your walls are gripping his finger, and he's still fucking you, and his lips are wrapped around your clit, his tongue licking and sucking. Your hips jerk, and you're shaking, and he just doesn't stop.
He's lapping and licking, and you're squirming, and your hips are bucking, and you're whimpering. His finger is pressing and pushing, and his tongue is lapping and stroking, and your back is arching. He's humming, and your breathing is ragged.
You're tugging at his hair, and you're whimpering.
"Thomas, please, I need a moment, please," you're panting.
He stops, and looks at you, his chin is glistening, and his eyes are dark, and there's a small smirk playing on his lips.
"Are you tired already?"
"Yes, very much, I need a break," you say.
"You'll get one," he says.
He gets up, and moves over you, and your bodies are touching, his weight on top of you, and his cock is hard and twitching against your thigh, and you reach between your bodies, and wrap your fingers around his shaft, and start stroking him. He's groaning, and his head falls forward, and he's burying his face in your neck. His breath is hot against your skin, and he's rocking his hips, his cock sliding through your fingers.
He's panting and gasping, and you can feel him throb, his precum is smearing across your stomach. He's thrusting his hips, and his breath is hitching like yours before. He's moving, his hips jerking, and he's pushing his cock into your hand, his body is shaking, and his fingers dig into the mattress.
"Please, I want to come inside you," he moans.
"Do it," you say, and his cock twitches, and you spread your legs a little wider, and guide him between your folds, and he's entering you slowly.
"Fuck," he moans, and his body is trembling.
"You're so wet," he gasps, and his eyes are closed.
You lift your legs, and wrap them around his waist, and he's completely inside you, and he's still for a moment. He's panting, his cock is pulsing, and his muscles are tensing, and he starts moving, his thrusts are shallow, and his eyes are closed, and his lips are slightly parted, and his hair is hanging in his face. His hands are on either side of your head, and his body is shaking.
"Thomas, look at me," you say.
He looks at you, his eyes are glassy, and his pupils are blown.
"I'm not made of glass, please fuck me."
"You're sure?"
"Yes, please," you beg, and you move, and wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He starts moving, his movements slow and deliberate, and his breathing is ragged, and his muscles are tense, he's gritting his teeth.
"Harder, please," you moan, and your hips are bucking - matching his thrusts. Your back is arching, and his eyes fall shut, and he's pushing into you, his thrusts are hard.
"Shit, oh fuck," he groans.
“God, so good, Thom, please," you gasp, and his body is trembling.
He's gasping and moaning, and he's leaning down, and kisses you, his mouth is on yours, and he's thrusting into you, his movements erratic, and his fingers are gripping the sheets.
"You're so beautiful," he pants, and his voice is raspy.
He's moving faster, and his cock is sliding in and out of you, his lips on yours, and his tongue is moving against yours. Your legs are shaking, and you can feel the pressure inside of you building again. The tension coils in your belly, you're getting closer, and your fingers dig into his shoulders. You're gasping, his name a breathy moan.
"Please, Thomas, please," you beg.
"Please, what?"
"I want to come, I'm close," you moan.
"I know, love, so am I, please, come for me," he gasps. “Come again, please.”
He's moving his hips, his thrusts are fast and hard, and you're gasping and moaning, and his movements become more erratic.
"Shit, I'm close," he moans.
Your muscles clench, and the tension in your belly is too much, you can't hold it any longer. You're coming, your body is shaking, you're crying out, your body is arching, and you're clinging to him. His cock is throbbing and twitching, and his hips are jerking, and he's coming. You're trembling, and his cock is still pulsing, and his body is shuddering, and his face is buried in your neck.
"Fuck," he groans.
"Yes, indeed," you breathe.
*_____*
“What are you doing on Valentine’s Day?” Vic asks him some days later just after they had dinner together.
“Yes, so I was thinking of taking her to Verona for a day or two. Or maybe go to the planetarium and have a nice dinner afterwards. What do you think?”
“It’s great, Thom. But maybe you should do Verona another time, take her to the planetarium and maybe don’t worry about dinner. Romantic night in, you know.”
“You know something I don’t know, don’t you? Okay, planetarium and romantic night in. Understood.”
She grins and gives him a kiss on the cheek.
._____.
It's Valentine's day and you're sitting on the couch together for breakfast. You made pancakes, edible and not burned. After you finish eating he's kissing you, and his arms are around your waist, his body is warm against yours. His lips are soft, and his breath is hot, and then he's pulling away from the kiss.
"I have a present for you," he says.
"So do I," you smile.
"Me first," he says, and his cheeks are red.
He's taking a little box from the cupboard, and gives it to you, and you open it, and there's a bracelet. A thin, golden bracelet with three charms. A tiny rose, a guitar, and a heart.
"Oh Thomas," you whisper. "Thank you, I love it."
"Really?"
"Yes."
You take the bracelet and put it on.
"It's so beautiful, thank you."
He's smiling, and there's a pink blush on his cheeks.
"And now your turn," he says.
You're going to your room and take a bigger, gift wrapped box, and give it to him, and he sits on the couch next to you opening it. In it is a knitted sweater, he takes it and he smiles. The sweater is pale blue, and has a white pattern of musical notes and stars on it.
"Oh, this is so beautiful," he whispers. “I can’t believe you knitted for me.”
"I'm glad you like it."
"I love it." He gives you a kiss, “and I thought we could go to the planetarium and I was told to have a romantic night in.”
“Yes, the night is my part of the plan.” You smile.
._____.
When you arrive at the planetarium it's almost empty. There's only a group of school children, a couple and a few people that seem to be there just to have a look around, but there's no guided tour and no lectures, so you're wandering around, looking at the exhibits, and watching the different shows while holding hands.
At some point, when the children have left and you're alone in the room, there's a show about the northern lights, and Thomas is staring at the ceiling. His eyes are sparkling, he smiles at you.
"One day I want to see them with you," he says.
"Someday, maybe."
"Yes, someday," he sighs, and smiles.
The lights dim, the show ends, and you're leaving the room. You're wandering through the hall, looking at the displays, and the pictures of the different constellations and galaxies, and stars. You're standing in front of the big picture of the milky way. Thomas is behind you, his arms are around your waist, nuzzling your neck.
“What’s your favourite,” he asks.
"You're my favourite," you whisper back.
"Your favourite galaxy, silly.”
"That would be still you," you say, and he kisses your neck.
"I’m also quite fond of you," he chuckles.
"So, which one is yours?"
"That would be the Orion nebula."
"Why that one?"
"Because of the colours and the beauty, and the fact that it's made from gas, dust and stardust, and the fact that it's a birthplace for stars, that makes it special to me."
You look at him.
“Maybe Ethan talked a lot about space lately and I think it might not be a galaxy, but it is still something related to the universe, so we’ll pretend that it still counts."
He's laughing and kisses you.
._____.
When you are back home and there's music playing, the lights are dim - the candles are flickering.
“I thought we could make lasagne together, have some wine, have a bath and later move to bed, have some more wine and then sleep or do other things."
He laughs.
"That sounds wonderful."
You start cooking together. Chopping, sizzling and at some point there's tomato sauce spilled, and tomato on the wall, and on the kitchen counter.
"Oops, sorry," he laughs.
"It's okay, I'll clean it up," you laugh.
You're cleaning up the mess, and then there's tomato on his face, and on his shirt, and you're still laughing. He's taking the bowl, puts it on the kitchen counter, and moves closer to you. He's leaning in, his lips touching yours, his hands are on your waist. His tongue is pushing against your lips and he's deepening the kiss.
“We should cook first, at least have the ragu sauce cooking,” you say between kisses.
"Yes, that's right," he whispers.
He's smiling and kisses your nose.
"Later," he says and winks, which makes you giggle.
You're making the ragu sauce, he's holding you from behind, his chin is on your shoulder, and his lips are against your neck.
"Do you need a hand?" He asks.
"No, the sauce is fine," you say, and his hands are roaming over your body, his mouth is on your neck, and he's nipping and kissing. His lips are brushing against your ear.
"Thomas, stop, or I won't be able to focus," you laugh.
"That's exactly what I'm hoping for," he chuckles. “Also don’t deny it but I saw that earlier. You checked out my ass when I bent down to take out the wine glasses and the bottle."
You smile and giggle.
"Yes, and I'm not even sorry, it's a really cute butt."
"Thanks, it's a gift from God, and I'm not even kidding."
You laugh and turn your head, your lips brush against his.
"Yes, it is."
He's laughing, and his fingers are digging into your waist.
"I love you," he says, his voice is low. His breath is warm against your skin. And his heart is beating against your back.
"I love you too."
He smiles and kisses you. Thomas’ hands are cupping your face and he's leaning his forehead against yours.
“Can we make out while the things in the pots are cooking and boiling, please, and maybe a bit later?"
You're giggling.
"Yes, I would like that," you say.
His lips are soft. His tongue is licking and sliding against yours, his hands are sliding over your body. Thomas’ touch is gentle. He's lifting you up on the kitchen counter and you're wrapping your legs around his waist.
“Can I touch your cute godsend butt," you ask, and his body is shaking with laughter.
"Yes, yes you can, and I would be offended if you didn't."
You're running your hands over his shoulders, down his back, right to his ass. Thomas’ hands are in your hair, his hips pressed against yours. His lips are sliding along your jaw, down your neck, and he's sucking at the spot just under your ear. His hardening cock is pressing against your core.
"Thom, the sauce will burn," you gasp.
"Right," he whispers, “but it’s not burning yet, let me kiss you some more."
"Okay," and with that he's deepening the kiss again.
His fingers are slipping under your skirt, his thumbs are brushing against the lace of your panties. His hand is sliding between your legs, he's slowly pushing the fabric aside, and his fingers are tracing along your folds, he's circling your entrance. And then his fingers are entering you, his thumb stroking over your clit.
"God, you're so wet," he moans.
"Thomas," you gasp.
"Mhm?"
"The sauce, it's burning."
"Shit," he curses. Then his hand is gone, he steps back and turns off the heat.
"Sorry." He gives you an apologetic little smile.
“Is this how you triggered the fire alarm before, cooking, and getting distracted?"
"Yeah, I tried to make dinner once, and I forgot to stir the sauce, and the next thing I knew the alarm was blaring."
“Making out? Or just distracted.”
“Just distracted, I wasn’t making out with anyone, I was alone in the flat, and had no idea why the alarm was going off, I was a little confused. It took a few seconds to figure out it was the food on the stove. Once or twice or maybe … more.”
"I'm not even surprised, and I can relate," you smile, and he grins.
"Sorry," he chuckles, and gives you a kiss, and his lips are lingering, and his tongue is licking against yours, and his teeth are scraping against your bottom lip, and his hands are sliding over your back.
"The sauce is safe now," he whispers, his nose is brushing against yours and his hands are in your hair.
"Let’s put together the lasagne and put it in the oven, then we can make out some more," you suggest.
"That sounds like a good plan," he says.
"Yes, very good plan, I know," you chuckle, his body is warm against yours..
You're finishing the lasagne, putting it in the oven and Thomas is setting the timer.
“Now I want more kisses," he looks at you.
He's kissing and sucking at your neck, his hands are pushing your skirt up, his fingers are pulling down your panties.
"Thom, we should wait until the lasagne is done," you whisper and he groans.
"Just a few minutes, please," he pleads, his other hand is gripping your thigh, his fingers digging into your flesh.
"Okay," you moan, his thumb is circling your clit not leaving you room to think.
"Thank you," he breathes. “Bedroom, we have a timer anyways. We will hear it, and can continue."
You nod, his hand is gone, and you're stumbling towards the bedroom. Kissing on your way and his hands are sliding under your shirt.
“Oh, is this …” he laughs, “finally what I wished for? Candy hearts in your bra?"
"Maybe," you laugh.
"I love it," he says.
"I thought, since it's valentine's day, and the edible underwear was a bit out of my comfort zone, maybe that’s close enough for you? Or too much? It's weird isn't it, I'm sorry," you say, and he shakes his head.
"No, not weird, I love it, and I'm so glad you did that for me," he says, and pulls away from the kiss. "You know what else I wanted?"
"Tell me," you say.
"This," he says, and sneaks his hand in your bra, and takes one of the candy hearts, and his hand is moving up, and the little heart is touching your lips.
"Open," he says, and you open your mouth, and his hand is moving up, and the heart is in your mouth.
"Now, can I take off the bra?" He asks.
"Yes, go ahead, you can eat the rest of the candy," you laugh, and he's pulling the cup down, and taking a candy heart with his tongue and he's biting it, and then his mouth is on yours.
"Delicious," he chuckles, and his eyes are sparkling.
"Yes, very," you smile.
"You're delicious," he says, and his mouth is on yours, and the taste of the candy and the wine is still on his lips, and his tongue is licking against yours.
His lips are moving along your jaw, and to your neck, and his mouth is sucking and kissing at the crook of your neck.
He's lying down, and you're straddling him, and he's reaching for your bra, and pulls it off. His hands are cupping your breasts, and his mouth is on the valley of your breasts, and his tongue is licking along your sternum, and his teeth are grazing against your nipple.
He's sucking, and his teeth are pinching and his tongue is flicking over the sensitive bud, and you're gasping and moaning.
His mouth is moving to the other breast, and his lips are closing around your nipple, and his mouth is warm and his breath is hot against your skin. He's sucking and his teeth are grazing against your hardening nipple, and his hands are on your back, and they're sliding over your hips.
“I think some of the hearts fell out of the bra," he chuckles.
"I can look for them later," you laugh, and he laughs, and kisses you.
"Yes, we'll find them later, now, can I lick the rest off of your body?"
"Yes, please, and feel free to use your teeth too," you whisper, and his tongue is licking along your neck, and over your collarbones, and his tongue is moving over the swell of your breasts. His teeth are grazing against your nipples, and his lips are brushing against the underside of your breasts, and his hand is cupping the other, and his thumb is rubbing over your nipple, and his tongue is moving lower, and his teeth are biting and sucking.
“Found one,” he says and nibbles it off your stomach.
He's licking lower, and his tongue is sliding along the edge of your panties. His mouth is on the lace, and his tongue is licking along the damp material, and his teeth pulling back the waistband with his teeth.
“I think you missed one.” You pull his head back to your bellybutton.
"Oh, yes," he breathes, and his tongue is swirling, and he's sucking and his teeth are nipping, and the candy is gone.
His hand is cupping your pussy, and his thumb is stroking over your folds through the damp fabric.
"Can I have a taste?" He asks, and his breath is hot against the damp lace, and you're nodding.
"Yes, please."
His hands are pushing the panties aside, and his fingers are brushing along your slit, and he's pushing two fingers inside, and curling them.
He's spreading your legs, and his tongue is flicking over your clit, and he's pushing his fingers deeper, and curling them, and stroking against your g spot.
"You taste so good," he moans. “Better than the candy."
"Yes," you gasp.
"And you're so wet, and hot, and soft."
"Thom," you moan, and his tongue is lapping over your clit, and his teeth are grazing against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Come on my face, please," he moans, and his fingers are rubbing against your g spot, and his tongue is flicking against your clit, and his thumb is pressing down on the swollen bud.
"I'm almost there, don't stop," you moan.
"Good, come on my tongue," he growls, and his fingers are moving faster, and his tongue is licking over your clit. “Let me taste you."
"Yes, yes," you whimper.
"Yes, let me lick your sweet juices, come on," he moans, and his fingers are fucking you, and his tongue is stroking over your clit, and his eyes are fluttering open, and when he looks up at you, you’re tumbling over the edge, and your pussy is clenching around his fingers, and the wave of pleasure is crashing through you.
"Yes, that's it," he breathes. "I love it when you're coming on my face."
"I love it when you're licking me clean," you breathe.
He's laughing, and his mouth is sucking, and his tongue is licking, and he's swallowing your juices, and his tongue is licking into you.
“But now I would love to return the favour,” you’re pulling at his hair, “and taste you too."
He's groaning, and his eyes are shining, and his lips are curving into a smile.
"Yes, please, I would love that."
You're pushing him on his back, and he's lifting his hips, and pulling down his boxer briefs.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Touch me," he says.
"I am, but where do you want me to touch you," you say.
"Anywhere," he moans.
"What about here?" You run a finger over his hipbone.
"Yes," he whimpers.
"And here?" You lick his abs.
"God, yes," he moans.
"What about here?" You circle his cock.
"Yes, please."
"Here?" Your lips are wrapping around his cock, and your tongue is stroking over the crown.
"Fuck, yes," he groans.
"Where else, should I touch you?"
"On my thighs," he breathes.
"Okay," you say, and your fingers are stroking over his inner thigh, and your nails are dragging over the soft skin.
"There, please," he pants.
Your mouth is sinking down on his cock, and your tongue is swirling over the head.
"Yes, there, God, your mouth feels so good," he moans, and his fingers are in your hair.
Your fingers are stroking over his balls, and over his perineum, and his cock is pulsing in your mouth.
"There too," he whimpers.
You're circling his opening, and his hand is fisting your hair.
"Yes, there," he moans.
Your fingertip is circling his opening, and he's gasping and panting.
"Can I?"
"Yes, God yes," he says, and your finger is pressing into him, and your lips are sucking his cock, and his hips are pushing up.
"Fuck," he curses, and his hand is pulling you back down by your hair and his legs are shaking.
"Are you close?"
"Yes, keep going, I'm so close," he moans, and your finger is pumping into him, and your mouth is sinking down on his cock, and your tongue is flicking over the head, and his body is trembling.
"Faster, please," he begs, and your finger is curling, and his cock is pulsing, and his hips are thrusting, and his ass is clenching around your finger, and his cock is twitching and his cum is spilling over his belly, and his hand is tugging your hair.
"So good," he whispers.
"Good," you whisper, and his fingers are tracing along your cheek, and you're kissing his belly.
"We should get cleaned up," you say, and he's smiling and his hand is pulling you down for a kiss. “Shit, does it smell burnt in here? Shit, Thom, the lasagne."
"Shit, fuck," he says, and sits up, and gets off the bed, and pulls on his boxer briefs.
He's sprinting to the kitchen, and you're following him, and when he's opening the oven, there's a cloud of smoke coming out. And somehow a little baking paper inferno has formed, and you're not sure what happened, and it's smoking, and Thom is staring at it, and you're turning off the oven.
"I'm sorry, I think I left the baking tray I made pizza on yesterday in the oven, with the baking paper.”
“It’s fine, just open the window before the smoke alarm goes off and the fire brigade is your guest again.”
He opens the window, you put out the tiny flames, and the oven is full of black crumbs. But your lasagne is salvageable.
"It tastes amazing," you say, after the first bite.
"Yes, the sauce is so good," he says, and grins, and his foot is caressing your leg under the table. “Let’s sleep in tomorrow and just cuddle. Maybe we should start our own little tradition.”
“Okay,” you say looking curious.
“How about we make that day of the first fire alarm, when we talked to each other first, our day? Eat pancakes, talk, cuddle, almost burn down the house.
"That sounds perfect," you smile, and he smiles and kisses you.
……
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A Valentine’s Night In
(I’m sorry it’s so late it’s not even February anymore 😭)
Summary: You and Vic celebrate Valentine’s Day with a new toy.
CW: SMUT, facesitting, paddle spanking, thigh riding
Word Count: 1.5k
Masterlist ⭐️ Taglist ⭐️ Kofi
Can’t wait to see you tonight baby! I have a surprise waiting for you ;)
This is the text you woke up to this morning. You’ve spent all 10 hours since receiving it trying to decipher what your girlfriend Vic meant by that, and now that you’re walking up to the front door, you’ll finally be able to find out.
“Heyy! Happy Valentine’s Day!” Vic greets you at the door, pulling you in to kiss you immediately. When she finally lets you go to step into the house, you can properly appreciate how adorable she looks dressed all comfy in her sweatpants and tank top.
“Since you’ve been so busy lately, I wanted to treat you for Valentine’s Day but everything just seemed to go wrong in planning it, so this is all we’re getting today,” Vic says, leading you into the living room, referencing the various takeout containers on the coffee table.
“That’s totally okay, I’m just happy I get to spend it with you,” you say, leaning in to give her another quick kiss before sitting on the couch to dig in.
“I appreciate you putting so much thought into it though,” you tell her between bites of the noodles she got from your favorite chinese food place.
“Well, there’s still one thing I know that can make up for it with,” Vic says with an over dramatic wink before eating another bite of noodles.
— — —
After finishing your food, Vic is already attached to you with her arms encasing you and her head resting on your shoulder.
“You’re so cute when you’re clingy,” you say, looking down at her pretty face and stroking her soft hair.
“And you’re sweet, but I haven’t seen you in a while and I’m impatient and really wanna show you your surprise now.” She drags you up off the couch and leads you, giggling with a smirk on her face, to the bedroom.
You’ve missed your girlfriend. And seeing all the sexy selfies she’s tortured you with in your time apart has made you want her even more. So when she kisses you all the way to the bedroom, you’re happy to let her take the lead and push you down to sit in the bed.
“So I know we said no gifts this year,” she pauses for you to give her the exact look she knows you’ll give her for disregarding the no-gift policy this year. “But, I found a loophole because this is technically a gift for both of us.”
She opens a drawer and brings out a red gift bag with pink tissue paper and places it on your lap. You remove the paper to pull out the gift and find a small black and red leather paddle with a big heart cut out of the center. You hold it in your hands for a moment, feeling the leather and imagining the feeling of it on other parts of your body.
“We totally don’t have to use it if you’re not comfortable, but I think it could be fun to try it out together,” Vic says, letting you continue to analyze the toy.
“Yeah, of course I’m down to try this with you. Sounds fun.”
Vic smiles and takes the paddle out of your hands, setting it aside. “Yay! Okay, your turn first. Take your clothes off.”
“Damn Vic, that was quick,” you tease but start removing your shirt anyway, just as excited to get naked with your girlfriend as she is.
“Well would you prefer if I took your clothes off for you,” she says, stroking your neck at the edge of your shirt.
“You know what, yes I do,” you tell her, letting her strip you. She quickly pulls off all of your clothes while kissing and stroking your body, getting you all worked up and impatient in the process. You get so distracted by her affection that you barely notice she’s taking her own clothes off as well.
She takes your hand and guides you up, positioning you to bend over the edge of the bed with your legs apart, taking a step back to get a good look at your body.
“Damn you look so sexy like this,” she comments, running her hand over your back. Knowing she has the perfect view of your pussy from this position makes you feel both turned on and a little embarrassed.
You take a deep breath before feeling the cool leather running against your warm skin as Vic lets you get used to the sensation. She only gives you one more breath to get ready before giving you the first spank with the paddle. It’s a sharp sting but not too painful.
Each slap hurts slightly more than the last hits on sore skin and after a few, she’s got your hips squirming around and hands grabbing the sheets from both the pain and the heat slowly concentrating in your pussy.
“It leaves such pretty red heart shaped marks on your ass,” she says with a kiss to your warm sensitive ass. “Can I try something else?”
“Yes,” you whine, “please.” You try to get your breathing back to normal while Vic places her hand on your back and pushes your body into the bed to keep you from moving around. You don’t know exactly what to expect but all your thoughts are put to rest as you feel the sting of the paddle sharply against your pussy.
“How was that?” she asks, gauging your reaction. It’s a painful shock but an unexpected thrill that you want to experience again.
“It felt kinda…good? Like I think I want more,” you say, trying to figure out your feelings for yourself.
“Ohh, okay baby. My little masochist,” Vic teases you while winding up the paddle to hit your pussy again, and again, and again until it’s sensitive and starting to swell. Even though you feel like you could go for more, she stops when tears start forming at the corners of your eyes.
“Hey, you okay honey?” she asks, putting the paddle down and stroking your cheek.
“Mhm, I’m okay. I really enjoyed that actually,” you respond. “But it’s your turn now my love.” You stand up, getting used to the soreness, and push Vic over onto the bed in the position you were just in. It only takes a few hits to get Vic moaning and squirming over the pretty red hearts left on her ass cheeks.
“This is fun and all, but I wasn’t kidding when I said I’m impatient and I need to fuck you now,” Vic says, standing up and repositioning you both further onto the bed with her leaning back against a pillow at the head of the mattress and you kneeling by her side. “C’mere,” she says, gesturing for you to straddle her. “Closer.” She pulls your legs in to wrap around the sides of her head.
You lower yourself and place your sensitive pussy onto her soft pretty lips, feeling your legs get weak almost immediately. You brace your arms on the wall in front of you and Vic’s hands start pushing and pulling at your hips to rock your clit against her lips. The warm feeling in your pussy radiates throughout your body and your hips move on their own, grinding down harder onto Vic’s mouth. Her tongue switches between licking into your pussy and stroking softly at your clit.
The paddle slaps from earlier have made your pussy so sensitive you can feel yourself getting closer quickly. It’s only a matter of a few more swipes of her tongue to set you off and get you grabbing at the headboard for stability as you try not to let your legs completely give out from the strength of your orgasm.
Vic barely lets you recover at all before sitting up and repositioning you. “I know I may have worn you out a little, but I have an idea,” she says, propping your tired body up to rest on the pillow while she straddles your thigh.
“Just stay still baby, I’ll do all the work I promise,” she tells you, knowing exactly the effect she has on you. She places her hands on your shoulders and starts grinding her pussy on your upper thigh, moving higher and higher on each stroke. Her hips grind down on your hard and you try to use the strength you have left to push your thigh up against her to give her more pressure to rub against. She shifts even closer to you and her knee that’s resting between your legs starts rubbing lightly against your pussy and it’s still so sensitive but feels so good. Her legs quickly start shaking and her upper body falls onto yours. You guide her head to your neck so you can feel her breath on your skin and hear her soft moans in your ear. You grab her hips to help her grind on you when she gets too shaky until she falls apart in your arms, moaning so prettily.
“Fuuck, that was amazing baby, I love you so much,” Vic says, slowly rawling off of you only to cuddle up at your side.
“Yeah but you’re always amazing,” you reply, pulling her closer. “Happy Valentine’s Day my love.”
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For the hannigram fans:
Måneskin - VALENTINE
I love this song for our boys.
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Just imagine Ethan as a Dad that would be just *chefs kiss* 💋
I imagine his 4 year old kiddo running up to him with a "drawing" thats just scribbles on a page for the 7th time today. Ethan is sitting at his computer, trying to produce music, but he's also hellbent on encouraging his child's creativity, regardless of how it tests his patience.
So when he hears the high pitched screech of "Papà, papà, look what I made!" Of course the child bursts into the room without knocking and interrupts him mid-thought.
"Ah, okay. One moment," he'd placate while halfway lost in rhythm. (I can so clearly hear those words in his tone of voice.) His kid has at least learned to wait for this. Of course they're also vibrating with excitement, next to some very expensive, very breakable equipment. Ethan can't really focus while worried that his child is going to trip over a bass drum petal and take the skin of their entire shin. This was supposed to be dad's special room, where only grownups were allowed, but he'd broken that rule before the little ones could even talk by showing them his music.
"Aright, what do we have?" His hands would land on his thighs as punctuation while Ethan turned his chair and refocused attention.
"I made a present for you!" Cue piece of notebook paper with a bunch of red and green lines thrust into Ethan's hands.
"Oh, wow. A Christmas tree in May!" He'd act excited and his kiddo would know not to be put off by his almost monotone way of speaking. Thats just how papà talks.
"No, papà its a crab! Don't you see it?" Ethan couldn't bear the disappointed expression that children make when adults don't understand their drawings. He would tilt his head to the side and pretend to have a revelation.
"Oh, now I do! Of course I can see right here" gestures vaguely to a part of the page. "It is clearly a crab, yes."
"That's its leg."
"And how many legs do crabs have?" Ethan gets up and grabs the tape he keeps in the desk drawer expressly for this purpose. He hangs the paper on the one wall that isn't soundproofed next to many other drawings. A composite of his favorites would become the cover art of a future album.
"Six!"
"Almost..." he coaxes, encouraging.
"Um, eight. Like a spider. A sea spider!"
"A sea spider?" he'd repeat, using his most theatrical voice. Ethan would lift his little one off the ground with an exaggerated groan, making them burst into giggles.
"How many claws?"
"Two! Thats easy."
"Alright, do you know if mamma or dad are home, yet, my little marine biologist?" The Torchio household nanny would be waiting right outside the door, ready to take the kid from Ethan's arms. He had made it clear that the children were allowed to interrupt him to give him their art.
"Your mamma just pulled into the driveway." Their nanny would speak directly to the little one, as per request of Ethan and his partners. He wanted his children to be treated like equals, talked to not over. Upon hearing their mamma come through the door the child would wiggle around until set on the ground so they could go running through the house, squealing. Ethan doesn't bother reminding them to knock for the 7th time today.
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Neighbors
A/n: hey loves I just wanted to say that this story won’t be long and I’m sorry I have been really busy and I didn’t have the time to come up with a long lovely story but next month I will do better ❤️❤️ tag list: @ellior1111 @tommy-lee-slash
Paring:fem!reader x Ethan Torchio
Warning:nothing
You were neighbors with your enemy. He was cold towards you but when nobody was around he wasn’t. You were sleeping in bed when you hear a tap at your window. You look to see Ethan holding a pillow in his hand. “What.” You said lowly opening up the window trying not to wake your parents up. “cant sleep.” Ethan Said wiping his red eyes. “Have you been crying.” You said pulling him into your room. Ethan sat on your bed looking you deep in your eyes. “I don’t want to talk about it.” “Then why are you here.” You asked him. You go between his legs as he hugs your waist. "I need you" he whispers. You laughed thinking he was joking but he wasn’t. “But you hate me ethan.” Suddenly he pulls you on top of him laying back. "I need you more than I hate you sweetheart.”
THE END😍
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happy national bf day to the man i’m mentally dating <3
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dandelions
pairing: damiano david x reader
warning(s): one mention of blood in person's veins
word count: 631
summary: when you and damiano find a field of dandelions, your vacation in french countryside can’t get any better.
a/n: over a year ago, a certain person made a playlist for me, this song was in it. i still find it very beautiful and it inspired me to write a short fic. as you may see, i’m trying to improve my writing. i also want to thank @bidet-and-legolas for proofreading 🤍
dandelions.
there were hundreds of thousands of them. sitting on the ground, surrounded by them, you felt like a plant from a different ecosystem which has been gradually putting down its roots.
a light breeze seemed to be moving feather-like clouds high above the planet. the temperature was the optimum in which you felt most at peace with reality: high, but not a suffocating heat.
while slowly approaching you, damiano took all of his steps like a spy. in his eyes, you were a masterpiece and he was admiring you.
your hair was falling down in cascades over a flaxen dress the color of freshly harvested peaches. you were holding one of the flowers in your hand with great caution, like it was the last one in the world and you could save the species from going extinct.
“what are you thinking about, bella?” your boyfriend asked, and sat down on the grass. he began tracing the tattoo on your arm with his fingers, just like he did a week after you got it and finally took the protective film off it. damiano loved every inch of your skin and always let you know about it.
“i’m wishing on those little things”
this was true. when you encountered this field about ten minutes ago, during your bike excursion in the countryside, it instantly reminded you of an old superstition.
“and what are you wishing for?” damiano enquired, resting his head on your shoulder and intertwining his fingers with yours.
“don’t you know saying it out loud is against the rules of wishing?” you replied half-jokingly.
“come on, won’t you tell me?” damiano tried to convince you, looking at you with puppy eyes.
“alright” you blew the seeds of the dandelion and watched them make their way through the lukewarm air. you looked into his hazel eyes and cupped his cheeks delicately.
“i wished that you’ll be mine forever”
then you closed your eyes and pulled him even closer. that’s when your lips met his in a soft kiss that was becoming more and more passionate every second.
when it came to an end, damiano’s eyes light up like sparklers.
“your wish is going to come true, i promise” he beamed and looked at you fondly.
“but i need you to close your eyes right now” damiano added.
“um.. okay?” you didn’t have the slightest idea what he was plotting this time but you followed his instructions.
he must’ve gotten up from the ground because your shoulders brushed and the space next to you seemed empty.
you could feel the blood in your veins flowing faster and faster.
“dami, where are you going?” you couldn’t help but ask.
“please be patient” his voice could be heard a few meters away from your sitting spot. although you were hyped up, you kept sitting still, seeing nothing but darkness in front of you.
“well, you can open your eyes now”
you finally lifted your eyelids to a sight of damiano kneeling before you. he was holding a little blue box with a shiny ring in it. the loving look on his face already expressed what he was about to say.
“i finally gathered the courage to do this. will you marry me, y/n?”
the last five words were the confirmation that your boyfriend and you shared the same wish. you were convinced that no one could tear two of you apart, ever.
your eyes glazed over as you reached for his hand.
“yes” you exclaimed. the next thing you knew, you had a diamond ring on your finger. damiano pulled you in and your lips started moving in perfect sync. in that moment, it was like you were the only people on earth.
“sei l’amore della mia vita” damiano confessed.
“i’ll be yours forever”
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wow I love how i haven’t really been able to write for over a week but was able to head home early from work today for the first time in ages and was super excited to get some writing done
only to open my backpack at home and realize my entire 32oz water bottle spilled out and my laptop is essentially toast because it had been sitting in a puddle during my 1.5 hour commute 🙃
#i had one good day at the måneskin concert and the universe said ‘i don’t think so bitch’#literally on the verge of tears LOL even if there’s no battery damage there is still water underneath the screen#i just want to lie in bed and write fanfic why is the universe fucking with me so bad
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måneskin reacting to their s/o making them breakfast in bed
warnings: mentions of food, fire (kinda??) let me know if i missed any!!
Victoria:
so grateful for you and absolutely loves it
“woah, thanks y/n! ugh, it looks delicious,” said your girlfriend as she began cutting the pancakes you had just made. she motioned for you to come closer, which you did, only to be rewarded with a side hug and a kiss to your forehead.
Thomas:
panicked when he woke up without you beside him
“y/n?? where are you??” thomas called out just before he walked into the kitchen. his worried face quickly formed into a smile. he made his way over to you, slithering his arms around your waist while he gently squeezes you. you lean backwards into his embrace, while his head peeks over your shoulder. “that looks so good,” he commented before softly pecking your cheek. “thank you, it’ll be ready soon, so sit down!!”
Damiano:
makes jokes about how you probably burned something in the house
"i was not expecting this," damiano said as you set the tray of food down on his lap. he pulled you in for a quick kiss, then began to take the first bite of the meal. you stood beside him, eagarly waiting for his reaction as he chewed with a blank face. as he swallowed the food, he turned to look at you. "it’s fantastic! grazie, mi amore." you sighed in relief. "but, i'm wondering if you burnt part of the house down while i was sleeping. i doubt you could've made something this good without doing something wrong," he said with a wide smirk on his face. you put your hand on your chest and gasped at your boyfriend's comment. he only laughed and fed you a bite of the delicous food.
Ethan:
finds it so touching that you went out of your way to do this for him
"good morning," ethan said as you entered the room. he was proppped up in the bed, reading the book he had bought just the other day. "good morning," you replied as you set the tray on his lap. he lifted the book and fixed his eyes on the source of the sudden weight change, smiling in realization. "is this for me?" he asked. he had already set down his book next to him. "yep, enjoy!" you replied. he thanked you as he took a bite, his eyes lit up with joy.
word count: 389
a/n: vic please accept my hand in marriage, i’m begging you
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Linger
Pairing: Thomas x Reader
Wordcount: 2.2k
Summary: 5 times you want to ask Thomas to stay the night but don’t + 1 time Thomas stays
Warnings: Fluff, some yearning - I guess
A/N: Short and sweet (short isn’t what I am known for and the other ones are getting much longer again) and probably not really good but I need to get myself back to writing. So many ideas are still waiting for me, next ones are gonna be another Thomas (smut) one and some more poly fics.
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One
You can’t really remember when you thought about it the first time. About Thomas staying the night. Thomas in your bed, next to you, keeping you warm. The first time you thought about asking him to stay you can remember however.
After everyone already left Thomas decided to stay.
“I could have another drink,” he had smiled, “And another cigarette.”
And he stayed for another cigarette and drink right at your kitchen window. Lit cigarette in one hand, drink in the other. Your eyes followed his movements, how he moved the cigarette to his lips. How he inhaled, then exhaled.
Internally you sighed, aware of your staring.
First there was Thomas, who leaned outside the window, looking up at the sky with a frown. Just before a raindrop hit your own face. It started to rain down heavily in a few seconds. Thomas flicked the cigarette out of the window before closing it.
“Do you have an umbrella for me?”
You did just shake your head, you don’t have one. You gave it to a friend a while ago and have not seen it since. There was another sigh from Thomas.
That’s the first time you thought about asking him to stay the night. The image how you cuddle close, watch something silly before falling asleep, how you could touch him without worry. All the things you’re too afraid to ask for, you weren’t quite sure what he would think about it, if he would be surprised, confused, maybe even uncomfortable.
“Time to get wet then.”
Thomas smiled at you before pulling you into a hug for a bit longer than usual.
Two
The next time it happens is about a month later. Thomas being home from tour for a few days and coming around when some friends are over for dinner. He brings a bottle of white wine.
It’s a normal night, laughter, drinks, Thomas who compliments your pasta in front everyone, spaghetti still in his mouth. It has you blushing.
You got closer over the last weeks. You feel like you are becoming a friend to him. But with that your longing also intensifies. A burning little flame somewhere close to your heart. You’re surprised that no one has called you out about it by now. Sometimes you can’t take your eyes off him, when he laughs or when he’s silly and cute. When he pouts at Vic. When he plays guitar which someone just put into his arms in a bar. Someone should have noticed by now but even Thomas himself seems to be oblivious to it. Sometimes he just looks back at you - and smiles.
Once again he stays behind again when everyone leaves. Even helps you clean dishes, hums some melody next to you. He looks tired, there are dark circles under his eyes. You want to brew him a cup of tea, wrap him into a blanket and wait until he falls asleep. But there’s that fear of him looking at you out of big eyes and to scare him away. That he could think that you’re too clingy. The fear of the awkwardness the question could bring.
He laughs about a stupid joke you tell him when you’re back in the living room. He looks good sprawling his long limbs all over your sofa and he doesn’t look like he’s planning on leaving soon. It’s already two o’clock in the morning. And for the first time you’re talking about something that goes deeper, that feels like a connection.
You want to ask him to stay when he hugs you goodbye two hours later. But you don’t. And Thomas leaves, you can feel the brush of his lips against your cheek.
Three
The third time has you laughing and Thomas muttering under his breath. Thomas just came back inside from smoking on your balcony.
“What did you do?” You laugh.
He’s only in one shoe - the other one missing.
“Fell through the railing when I stretched my legs.”
“You don’t want to get it back?”
“And then some weirdo grabbed it and ran away.”
You snort.
“For real?”
“For real.”
He sits down next to you and puts his head on your shoulder. He started to be closer to you, also on a physical level. It makes your cheeks heat up and sets a colony of insects free in your chest. Everytime his fingertips are brushing your skin, everytime he hugs you close, when he whispers something against your shoulder and you can feel his breath.
“I guess, you don’t have a pair to spare in my size?” He laughs and gets you out of your spiraling thoughts.
“No,” you laugh as well. But you could stay here. At least until the morning and someone could fetch you a pair, you think. But all you say is: “Sorry.”
“Looks like I’m gonna walk home barefoot then.”
Four
Another night, another night you want to ask Thomas to stay.
It’s the last night of Sanremo. Vic is lounging on your couch with a drink in hand while Ethan and Thomas are sitting on the floor, Thomas has his head in Ethan’s lap until Vic throws a pillow at his head.
“You're going to be the next Damiano?” She laughs at him.
Damiano left an hour ago, his social battery running low. Vic rolled her eyes and made fun of him not helping the general situation until Ethan told her off and Damiano decided to flee out of your home. Now she’s throwing another pillow against Thomas' head. He looks up at her grumpily and the next cushion hits him square in the face. Ethan catches the next one while Thomas scrambles up from the floor, takes his drink and ends half on top of you not even a second later.
You can see Ethan and Vic look at each other but they don’t comment. Thomas only cuddles closer and you brush your fingers through his hair, scratch his scalp. He sleeps through Vic jumping on the sofa, Ethan who moved up to sit next her telling her to fuck off when she jumps on his thighs and both yelling at the screen in Italian. He only wakes up when you whisper into his ear.
“Who won?” He yawns.
There’s no time to answer him as Vic already screams Ice Cream time and Ethan tries to shush her.
“You’re like a five year old on a sugar high already,” Thomas mumbles. Somehow Ethan still trudges to your freezer and hands out cold sweetness to each of you.
Thomas feels like dead weight on your legs when Vic and Ethan go to get their jackets and shoes. Ethan comes back with Thomas’ stuff which he dumps on Vic when he sees that Thomas doesn’t move.
“Thomas, c’mon.” Ethan mutters. “Or do I have to carry you out of here?”
You want to say that he can stay. In your lap, just like he is. Half asleep but Ethan and Victoria are both looking at you and everything you want to say dies somewhere in your throat.
Thomas stretches his arms out to Ethan who picks him up with a sigh.
“Can some of you idiots please open the door for me and the bigger idiot in my arms?”
Five
It’s already half a year since the thought crossed your mind the first time.
They just came off stage and Thomas hugs you as sweaty as he is. Grinning and twirling you around a little bit. You laugh. The moment ends when Damiano gives Thomas a friendly slap to the shoulder and he lets you down.
There’s dinner, drinks and dancing when they’re all showered and in their day clothes again. Thomas who chases after you on the sidewalk when you go back to the hotel. Thomas who weasels himself into your room before you can protest, throws himself on your bed - shoes still on, turns on the TV and grabs for the menu that’s on the nightstand.
“We just had a three course meal?”
“That was hours ago,” he looks at you offended, “I’m still growing.”
“Where are you still growing?”
He looks back at you and blushes. You’re sure you’re getting redder than him. Before one of you can say something Thomas buries his nose in the menu and you lock yourself in the bathroom.
When you come back Thomas is sprawled out on your bed munching on some steak fries. He is completely occupied by the documentary that’s on TV. He only looks at you when you crawl into bed next to him, he gives you a slice of apple cake.
“You said cake is always a good snack,” he says before you can question it.
He’s right, you did say it but that was months ago.
The point of the night where you can’t keep your eyes open anymore reaches sooner than you want to. Thomas moves next to you, takes the plate out of your hand, covers you up with the blankets. You force yourself to open your eyes and for one silly second you think he’s going to kiss you. He’s only kissing your cheek like he did so many times the last few months.
“I should leave.”
But he’s still lingering on your bed next to you. As all the times before you want to tell him to stay. You’re sure you’ll feel lonely the second he closes the door behind himself, you would love his company and waking up wouldn’t be such a tragedy when you would wake up next to him. But there’s still the worry to freak him out, that you’re too desperate.
“Good night.”
You can hear the almost silent click of the doo that announces that he’s gone.
Plus One
It happens again when Vic shows up at your place for a movie night. To your surprise she has Thomas in tow who gives you a small wave and a smile before he bites his lips.
“Brought a chaperone,” Vic looks at you apologetically, “Damiano said I need to be supervised. No party, no fun.”
She rolls her eyes. You’re asking yourself why Thomas of all people has to play the babysitter, it’s not like he’s known for saying no to a party or a wild night out. Maybe sometimes more tamed than her because as he said he loves his bed more than Vic would ever love a guy but still not the person you would have expected to look after her.
“I thought we were only watching a film and drinking some wine anyways?”
“Great,” Vic says and ushers you into your own flat, “Thomas loves some wine and watching a movie.”
He looks like he wants to slap her and you’re sure he’s communicating to her without words, just with a look, at this moment. You raise an eyebrow but it is ignored.
You don’t think about it anymore when you’re all spread out across the living room. Wine and snacks between you. Thomas ends up with chips crumbs all over his shirt. Vic shakes her head: “Can’t take you anywhere, you’re a pig.”
Thomas just shrugs.
“At least you’re a good reminder to myself why I shouldn’t go back to men. Your species is horrendous.”
He flips her off.
Half way through the film they’re having another argument, Vic calling him a disgrace. You’re getting more wine.
By the end of the film Thomas is asleep on your sofa while Victoria and you are sitting in your armchairs. Without thinking you get a thin blanket to wrap it over him. You blush when Victoria laughs.
“Was a great evening,” Vic says when she gets up, “but I have to leave.”
When Victoria hugs you goodbye you finally ask: “And … What’s with him?”
“I’m certain he can find the way to the door himself. Or he doesn’t.” She winks. Then she’s gone.
You can’t bring it over yourself to wake him up just to kick him out. Which is why you let him in his peaceful slumber, you press a kiss to his forehead before you go to bed.
You almost scream when you wake up in the middle of the night, someone behind you in your bed. You’re close to a heart attack and the panic sets in.
“Sorry,” Thomas whispers, “Shit, sorry, it’s just me.”
“God, you scared me.”
“That was stupid,” he admits, “Sorry, sorry, that was a stupid idea.”
Only now you realise that Thomas has his arm wrapped around your waist, his face buried on your shoulder.
“Sorry, I didn’t want to invade your space like this,” he says, “But … Can I stay?”
“I would like that,” you say when you turn in his arms. Thomas aims to kiss your cheek when you move the tiniest bit and his lips land on yours, your hand in his tousled hair.
He looks at you.
“Sorry, sorry,” now it’s your turn to apologise, “Sorry.”
Before you can flee from your own bed, he wraps one of his legs around you and gets you to kiss him again, this time deeper than before.
“That means …,” he sounds a bit out of breath, “I don’t have to go back to the couch?”
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Pretty Puppy
Summary: You dress up your subby boyfriend Thomas like the princess he is and play with him all night long.
CW: SMUT, facesitting, feminization, pegging, Mommy Domme reader, puppy Thomas, a bit of humiliation, Thomas is a slut for praise
Word Count: 3.4k
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The early Sunday morning sunlight seeping through your curtains is the first thing you notice after waking up from your sleep. The second thing you notice is a warm wet tongue lapping at your neck and soft whining in your ear.
“Good morning puppy. Someone’s feeling extra needy today huh?” you greet your boyfriend Thomas. You only then notice his boner rhythmically poking at your thigh.
“Mmmm … pleeaase lemme serve you Mommy, wanna make you feel good,” Thomas begs, his voice still sleepy and raspy. He’s so cute like this, with all his guards down and letting himself be vulnerable due to still being half-asleep. It’s one of your favorite ways to see him. You bring his restless body into the morning with your fingers gently scratching his scalp and using your other hand to still his hips from humping your thigh any longer.
“How do you want to serve me puppy?” you ask, even though you know this almost always means he wants to eat you out. You just like to hear him say it for himself.
“Can I lick you please?” he asks, puppy eyes in full effect.
You let him think you’re considering it for a moment before telling him, “I’d love nothing more than to spend the whole day in bed with your pretty face between my legs, but I think we should get up and start our day. It’s almost noon already.”
Your puppy pouts and paws at your arm, trying his hardest to convince you to stay in bed with him.
“Hmm … I can think of another way you can serve me though.” He perks up a little at that. “You can make me some breakfast while I take a shower and get ready.” And he’s right back to pouting. You just laugh, ruffling his fluffy hair before hauling yourself out of bed and to the bathroom.
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Getting out of the shower, you hear clanging pots and pans. Exactly what you expected from your clumsy boyfriend in the kitchen. You can’t help but think about his endearing nature to throw all of himself into everything he does, even if it’s as simple as making you breakfast, and even if he already knows he’s not great at it. He still gives it everything he’s got. And when you give him a task to do as your submissive, he jumps into it so willingly. The trust he holds for you always makes your heart melt.
Your thoughts are interrupted by a particularly loud bang from the kitchen so you throw on some clothes and decide to check out the extent of the incident.
In the kitchen, you find Thomas with some flour on his shirt, and on his nose, and being swept up from the floor. That seems to be the extent of the mess though, so definitely not his worst blunder in the kitchen. You still can’t forget the one time the fire department had to be called.
“Ummm … I promise it’s not as bad as it looks.” He seems so guilty. It’s kind of adorable.
“They look great baby,” you say, giving him a quick kiss on the nose. He flips the last pancake, the bottom being a little burnt, but the chocolate chips in the shape of a smiley face more than make up for it. He brings the two plates along with the espresso he made to the table and you sit across from him.
“Mm so good Thommy,” you stretch the truth. It’s not fully a lie, they’re really not his worst kitchen creation. A bit burnt, but you can’t bear to tell him anything negative, not with his big beautiful eyes on you, seeking your approval and praise. You could spend all day staring into those eyes.
After eating breakfast, you decide it’s time to give your puppy a treat for doing so well this morning after you clean up in the kitchen. “I want you to tidy up the bedroom and be ready on the bed when I come in,” you instruct. He’s already nodding enthusiastically and rushing off to complete the task you’ve set for him. You can never help but smile when he does what you tell him to so obediently.
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Walking into your shared bedroom, you find your adorable little sub naked on his knees in the center of the perfectly-made bed waiting for you; the perfect picture of submission. His eyes are big, waiting for you to give him your next instruction. His hair is just the slightest bit disheveled, probably from tidying up the whole room and rushing to get into place before you came in.
“The room looks so clean puppy, you did such a good job. I’m so proud of you.” He lights up hearing your words. You love praising your puppy so much, seeing the effect it has on him, the joy and satisfaction it brings him. He deserves all the praise in the world.
“Hey puppy,” you try getting his attention back after losing his concentration to the praise for a moment. “Do you wanna try something new today?”
He looks up at you, eyes slightly glazy from the pets on the back of his neck you’ve started giving him. “Like what?” he asks.
“I was thinking of how good you looked on stage the other night in that skirt. And how I think you’d look even prettier in a shorter skirt. So I got some supplies to dress you up, if you’re interested in trying that with me.”
He takes a minute to think about it. You can practically see the thoughts racing through his mind, all the fantasies and ideas of what it would be like. “Yeah. Yes I definitely want to try that.” He pauses. “But if we’re trying something new, I don’t think I can handle edging today. It would just be too much. Is that alright?”
“Of course. Good boy, good job communicating baby. I’m very proud of you for telling me that,” you compliment and watch him smile and relax even more. “Are you ready to start now puppy?” He nods. “Okay, then come follow me.” You walk towards the bathroom without having to look back to know he’s dutifully following right behind you.
You lead him to the bathtub and seat him on the edge while you fill it, dropping in some calming eucalyptus bath salts, your favorite. His expression is a little nervous, predicting how embarrassing it’ll be to have you wash him. You comfort him with a kiss on his cheek and a warm hand on his back, rubbing circles.
Once the bathtub is filled with warm water, you hold his hand and lead him to step into the bath, sitting down as comfortably as he can with his long legs barely fitting. You grab the body wash and squeeze some out onto a damp washcloth, starting on his shoulders, making sure to get him nice and clean, all the way down to his hands and fingers. You make your way back up to his chest, running the soapy cloth over his sensitive nipples, feeling his sharp inhale under your hands and the blush adorning his neck creep up to the tips of his ears. You’re sure to be very thorough, cleaning all over his body. Bathing down his sides, around his hips and his butt, washing up and down his dick, watching him squirm and whimper at every touch.
Once he’s nice and clean for you, you dry him off with a warm fluffy towel you had waiting. He’s relaxed from the comfort of the bath and just embarrassed enough from you washing him to get a little worked up. Such a slut for a little humiliation.
“Come with me, I’m gonna get you all pretty for me now and do your hair and makeup. How’s that sound?”
“I-Umm, while I’m still… still naked?” Thomas asks, eyes a little bewildered.
You laugh at how surprised he seems despite the plenty of times you’ve seen him naked. “Yes, for now,” you hint with a wink, leading him to your vanity and sitting him down on the chair. He looks up at you with seemingly nothing going on behind those puppy eyes.
“Hmm, I think this gold color would look so pretty on your lids. Close your eyes for me.” He follows instructions wonderfully. “Good boy. And of course we need to enhance this beautiful blush you’ve already got on these cheeks. Maybe we can get your other cheeks to blush another day hm?” His eyes go even wider thinking about his ass being hit enough to go pink.
“Okay one more thing. Lipgloss. You’re gonna look so pretty with shiny plump lips,” you tell him as you swipe the gloss over his parted lips.
Once you pack up all the makeup and get your hairbrush out and when you walk back over to Thomas, he has an excited look on his face. It takes you a second to understand why that is, until you look down to see him fidgeting to cover his growing boner and remember the last time you brought out this hairbrush; as a punishment when he was having a particularly naughty day.
You laugh a bit at his assumption. “Don’t worry puppy, we’ll only be using this for your hair today.” He looks relieved and a little disappointed. You run the brush and your fingers through his soft, freshly-washed hair getting out all the little knots along the way.
With his hair and makeup flawlessly done, you bring out the most exciting part of the look, the outfit. You have the perfect set picked out. It’s one you found shopping the other day for yourself but when you saw it, you just knew you had to get it for your boyfriend.
And once you see it on his beautiful body, you know for sure you made the right choice. It’s a sheer light pink crop top and the skimpiest light pink skirt you could find that doesn’t even cover his dick completely, letting his tip push up the hemline as he starts getting hard, and leaves his cute butt to peek out under the back. All tied together with silky sheer white thigh high stockings. He looks like a dream. And his look is completed with the happy, slightly humiliated, fully submissive look on his pretty face.
“You look,” you start, looking him up and down. “Stunning.” You take his hands in yours, kissing each of his knuckles. “But I think I have one more thing to make this outfit perfect.” He watches carefully as you turn around to grab something.
“There is something I need to do first,” you say, making your way back to him, keeping the thing you grabbed out of his sight. Without any further talking, your hand reaches under his tiny skirt to wrap your fingers around his dick, watching his face fill with surprise. You only need to give it a few strokes to get Thomas to fully hard, his dick pushing his skirt up so cutely.
Before he has time to react, you drop down to your knees and take out that thing you’ve been hiding from him. A pale pink ribbon. Your fingers carefully wrap the ribbon around the base of his dick like a cock ring, tying it in a loose bow. Wrapped like a present, just for you. You take a picture before he can start squirming too much.
“I wish I could set this as my phone background.” It’d be such a nice view to see every single day. “I love you puppy,” you say, infatuated, staring into his big glassy eyes before giving the tip of his cock a gentle kiss, watching it twitch, and getting up.
“Okay,” you say, guiding him over to the bed and turning the T.V. on. “We’re gonna watch a movie and cuddle.” You find the most boring movie you can to put on while you position Thomas with his head on your chest and his legs in between yours. He cuddles in close to you, thinking the scene is over. Which is all a part of your devious plan to give your boyfriend the scene he deserves.
Thomas is full of pent up energy, fidgeting around in your arms as you try to soothe him with pets. It doesn’t seem to be working though, as you can feel his gentle fingers dancing across your knee onto your inner thigh. You were just waiting for him to misbehave and you can’t help but smile when he finally gives in to his desire. You can feel his breath on your neck get shallower, waiting to see if you’ll allow his touches or not. His fingers climb their way higher and higher up your thigh, just barely touching but enough to send butterflies throughout your body.
“Aww does my baby wanna tease me for a change?” You immediately feel his fingers stop in their tracks, realizing he’s been caught. “It's okay, you can keep going. It feels nice,” you tease. He keeps his fingers on the path they were on, stroking the sensitive skin of your thighs, following your instruction.
His touches are so light and gentle that you can barely feel them but the sensation goes straight up to your pussy nonetheless. The effect doesn’t seem to target only you either. You gaze down to see Thomas’s skirt around his waist, fully uncovering his cock, hard and pushing up the pink fabric.
“Touching me got you a little excited there huh puppy?” you say, touching his tip just to watch it twitch. He gets embarrassed again. Bashfulness might be your favorite look on him. Second only to how cute he looks with that bow wrapped perfectly around the base of his cock.
His little whimper tells you all you need to know about how excited he really is. You would love to keep messing around with him like this but you’re a woman of your word so you stick to the no-edging today rule and get on with your plan.
You position your pliable puppy to lay down flat on the bed with his head resting on a pillow. Without any complaint or questioning, he complies.
“Such a good puppy,” you coo, stroking his cheek as you climb on top of him. You slowly remove your clothes, watching his eyes track your every movement, and crawl up until your pussy is hovering over his face. Thomas fights the urge to stick his tongue out and dive right in, but you have mercy on your horny puppy and lower yourself onto his pretty glossy lips.
“Ohh your lips feel so amazing puppy,” you moan, grinding down. “And your nose too. I always love to feel your pretty little nose on my pussy.” Once he gets some encouragement, he’s got all the enthusiasm in the world and starts eagerly lapping as far inside you as his tongue will go as you rub your clit on his nose.
His face feels so good under you, and watching him close his eyes to focus on giving you the most pleasure he possibly can. Every movement feels like you’re about to explode and you can’t help grinding down harder and faster and reveling in the little whimpers and moans coming from Thomas’s occupied lips. Your thighs feel shaky and you grab onto his hair to ground you and to pull his face even closer until the pleasure overtakes you and you cum with your legs tight around your boyfriend’s head.
You release Thomas’s head to allow him to breathe again once you are aware enough to. You look down at his flushed face to see the makeup you applied smudged all around his face and get the urge to kiss it. You kiss all over his messy pretty face, tasting yourself on it.
“Mmh that felt so good puppy, thank you. But I think it’s your turn to feel good now huh? How’s that sound?” He opens his excited eyes and nods quickly, placing his hands on your hips to have something to squeeze. You laugh, repositioning yourself to give yourself access to more of his body, bringing your face down to his hips where his pretty gift-wrapped cock rests.
You tease him a little with your lips on his tip, swirling your tongue around until his hips start bucking up too much for you to let him get away with. Now that he’s nice and worked up, you pull his legs up and have him hold them to his chest so his cute little pink hole is exposed. He shivers when you gently blow cool air on it and you lean back to get a good view of him in this new position. He’s so fucking hot like this with his big puppy eyes staring back at you, and his legs quivering a little in anticipation, and his beautiful cock dripping onto his own hips. He looks like a dream come true.
You get him prepped with lube covered fingers, pushing inside him and stroking until he’s ready for you to get out your favorite big pink strap. You line yourself up, pushing his legs even further back to get the perfect angle to push into him. You keep your eyes on Thomas’s face, trying desperately to keep it together for as long as he can, but you know your puppy well, and you can always tell when he’s embarrassed about how close he is just from one thrust. You take it easy on him and keep your thrusts long and slow but you can still see him struggling to not cum so early.
“Please mommy, please let me cum, I- I don’t think I can hold on much longer,” Thomas begs.
“Aw, puppy. You’re so cute. You can cum whenever you want, just let yourself do whatever you need to do.”
“Mommy I love you so much. Mmmm you’re so amazing, you’re the best domme in the world. I just wanna worship you every day.” he goes on and on. He always gets so wordy and just lets out every thought that passes through his mind when he’s all subby like this. He’s so gone, you just guide him through it, holding onto and rubbing his hips while you thrust into him.
“I’m gonna cum, mommy I’m gonna cum,” he says with his eyes screwed shut and his legs trembling against you. He tries to push his hips into you as much as he can but ends up just shoving his hips up in tiny little ineffective movements.
“Shh just hold on to me puppy, I got you I promise. You’re so close.” And with that, he’s whining out while his cum shoots out, staining the pink skirt as he shakes in your arms. You let his legs down while he attempts to catch his breath and get through the last of his orgasm.
“You did such a good job puppy,” you praise him, throwing the strap across the bed to deal with later while you prioritize caring for your puppy. “Stay right there and I’ll be right back with some supplies ok?” you leave him with a kiss.
When you come back he’s exactly where you left him, eyes softly closing and opening again.
“You can rest your eyes if you need to, you’ve had a very big day and you need some rest,” you say, gently wiping the smudged makeup off his face.
“I wanna stay awake. Wanna talk to you.” He barely gets the words out without yawning.
“Aw baby I think you’ve done enough talking for now. Your body needs rest, so take it. Let me take care of you. All you have to do is lay there and enjoy.” You strip him of his pretty little outfit, wiping off his sweat and cum until he’s nice and clean again. You pick up the sweat pants and shirt you brought out to warm him up before he stops you.
“Noooo,” he whines.”I want to feel your skin on mine.”
“Okay puppy, whatever you want.” You pull him under the covers with you and cuddle him close while he squeezes you and give you little kisses with the little energy he has left until he’s asleep and softly snoring on your chest.
#måneskin fanfic#måneskin x reader#måneskin smut#måneskin#thomas raggi#thomas raggi fanfic#thomas raggi x reader#thomas raggi smut
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I was bored when i wrote this but this is also inspired by my other friend named Xavier who gave me this recommendation :) (ily btw/p)
THIS IS BxB. I will re-write this as BxG, BxN. If you are a fem, its okay, you can read this as a G!P if you don’t mind/ignore the “he/him” pronouns on y/n 😭 enjoy!
WARNING(s): smut, bdsm, bj, just my writing in general 😭💀
“Ugh…” I groaned. I was INSANELY bored out of my mind, but also depressed because I was reading one of my fav books but it ended at a cliffhanger. I was very upset about it until I heard a knock at my door, leaving me forgetting my own thoughts.
I get out of my bed and walk over to my door, seeing Damiano standing at my door, holding a bag and an un-protected/un-wrapped box. “Hey Dam..what’s that?” I asked him, looking at the bag and the box. “I got this for you, handsome.” He replied back to me in a flirtatious manner. “Oh..okay.” I say blandly. “What’s the matter baby? You look and sound annoyed and upset about something.” He said softly, lifting up my chin with his thumb. “I was reading a book and it didn’t end how I’d expected to be. It was left at a cliffhanger.” I told him, backing up a little so he can enter my room. He sat down on my bed comfortably and I sat down next to him. “Ah, okay. Mind telling me what it was about, bambino?” I blushed a bit when he started speaking little Italian. “Well it was a steamy book.” I reply to him. “Steamy? You mean Sesso?” He replied back. “Um..yes.” I answered him. “Hmm..why don’t I make it a reality to make you feel better?” I get flustered at the sudden remark. “Alright..maybe that’ll take my mind off of it, I suppose.” I say.
-TIMESKIP CUZ IM LAZY AF AND FORGOT ALL ABOUT WRITING THIS SHIT..LIKE SERIOUSLY I LEFT THIS SHIT IN MY DRAFTS FOR FUCKING MONTHS 😭😭😭 AND I ACCIDENTALLY SWITCHED POVS SO THAT WAS 1ST PERSON AND THIS IS 3RD PERSON-
“D-DADDY!~” You moaned out loudly. Damiano currently had you bent over on your bed, fucking and pounding the life out of you. You couldn’t help but to moan every pump. Your ass was red as hell from the belt spankings, your hands were tied in a pretty pastel ribbon, you’re legs were tied with a rope, and you both were sweaty as hell. Dami was still pounding you, having your thoughts go wild. “You like how Daddy feels inside of you, hm?”. You nodded, as all your abnormal moaning, you couldn’t barley even speak other than screaming, crying, begging, and pleading out for your life. You we’re almost sure the neighbors could hear you guys. “More, yeah?” He teasingly asked you. “Y-Yes!~” You muffled a little bit into the pillow. He went deeper and harder inside of, causing louder moans coming from you. Dami was moaning as well, but not as loud as we you were. He grinned, seeing the sight of his handsome prince in front of him bent over. “Who do you belong to, baby boy?~” He purred out. “You, Dadd-Y-AAHHH~” You cried out. He had whipped you again. “Not loud enough, pretty boy. Again.” He asked you slyly and in his whore voice. “Y-YOU DADDY~” You nearly screamed out. He smiled before you started to speak. “I-I feel it…” you moaned out. “Hm? Fel what~” He teasingly asked. You knew not to try to play games with him, as you were in desperate need to cum. “I..I need to cum..” “Need?” He asked you once more before whipping you again. “I want to cum please, daddy!~” You replied to him. You couldn’t bare it anymore. He’s been edging you for…about a good 30 minutes, but allowed himself to cum a few times. “Hmm…fine, sweet boy~” He moved faster and deeper into you. You screamed out once you finally got to cum. You already knew what was next, but realized you couldn’t move. “Awh, poor boy can’t get up and move? Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.” He pulled himself out before gently moving your body, your head facing him and his now wet dick. You looked up at him with just your eyes but before opening your shaky mouth so he could dick your throat down. You gave him his desired bj as he moaned out. He almost moaned as loud as you before he started thrusting against you. Thankfully, because of him, you didn’t have any sorta gag reflex. “Good boy, taking and handling like a pro.” You smile against his dick before going faster. You heard him moan out before letting some of his cum shoot inside your mouth. You swallowed it nonetheless and carried on. A few minutes pass before his moan become more whoreish. Before you could realize what was about to happen, he came inside your mouth more harder this time, and you swallowed it up almost instantly. You backed away a little bit while you both were breathing heavy.
He untied you on both the legs and hands and gave you soft kiss on the lips. He gently laid you both down for a bit before speaking softly into your ear. “Let’s go take a shower?” He asked before nipping on your ear. “Lets.” You say while getting up along with him to the bathroom, and you both shower together
THE FAKANG END
#damiano david#maneskin#måneskin#damiano x reader#x yn#smut#simp#18+ fanfic#18+ obviously#wattpad#tumblrpost
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here’s the vic/sanja fic!
#i speak!#ao3#fanfic#fanfiction#fic#rpf#my fic#måneskin fanfiction#eurovision fanfiction#666 seven all bad girls go to heaven
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Chapter 6: Guardian Angel
Alpha!Damiano x Omega!fem y/n
Word Count: 6.9k
The prospect of waiting another six days to be alone together sounded fucking ludicris. When Monday sucked, you knew that this shit mood would hang out all week without the proper satiation. Mostly you just felt under the weather, but burst out into tears at the smallest inconvenience on three separate occasions. You knew the mood swings were due to hormonal fluctuation as your biology became more in tune with your alpha. Damiano wanted to wait to knot, to mate, so you would wait until he was ready. There wasn’t even an alternative in your mind. He needed you to wait, so you’d wait. Meanwhile, your body was screaming what the fuck are you doing at full volume.
It was’t just on the brink of orgasam that you craved a knot. It was whenever you masturabated. Saturday night, you desperately tried to relieve the gnawing lust that burned in your cunt. By Monday, you thought about a knot whenever you thought about getting off. This morphed into the fixation on the idea that you shouldn’t shake. The idea of Damiano pining you to the mattress and snapping his hips to meet yours was so distracting that you walked into a door frame. You didn’t want a choice or for him to ask. Rather, Damiano would grip you tight enough to bruise and take, take, take until you couldn’t stand. Instead of stopping he’d just find a flat surface to rest you on and treat you like a cum depository. You’d be forced to contain it all by a knot so big it created an inescapable ache. Crying, screaming, scratching, he’d half to pause because the pleas for him to continue were nearly identical to the cries that might beg him to stop.
Needless to say, you locked your door when you arrived home and spent an hour searching for some other side of this feeling. There was no satiation to be found. Your hands couldn’t simulate the knot your cunt begged for, a knot that you weren’t getting any time soon. However, your fucking immune system recognized Damiano’s pheramones and made you crave him subconsciously. Your body had chosen Dami’s, and his yours, in a way that had nothing to do with conscious attraction.
One sexual fixation abated, only for another one to take its place. Early Wednesday morning, before dawn, you woke from a dream the color of Dami’s olive skin where warm sheets slipped between your bodies and through your hands. It was both abstract and deeply personal and found yourself thinking about the scent of Damiano’s cum. You didn’t like the scent of cum, you were ambivalent towards it. However, you began obsessing about it with such intensity that your reproductive organs ached from emptiness.
You couldn’t remember another time when you fantasized about cum or a knot, or these specific aspects of mating. A primal part of you was wide awake and fighting for control. All it had taken was falling asleep on Damiano’s chest for your entire sexuality to shift.
The David’s were protective of your rest. Especially Dami, who decided to let you nap and waited to eat lunch.
“Well, it’d be cruel to wake her up now,” Isabella sighs. “Her body can calm down from a state of hypervigilance because you’re here. She knows she’s protected so she can actually get deep sleep.” They’d decided to use a sleep tracker and wake you up after one cycle when it’d be the least abrasive. It was horrifying to know that so much attention had been allotted to this, but that hour and a half on Dami’s bare chest was more rejuvenating than a night by yourself. It also felt more intimate than sexual encounters you’d had with other partners.
You woke to Damiano forcefully rubbing your back and saying your name. His hand was under your tank top, against your skin. It was confusing because you hadn’t realized you’d fallen asleep. Of course he soothed by stroking your hair and cooing in your ear softly.
“Hey baby, you took a nap while I watched T.V. It’s okay.” Even though you’d startled initially, it was the nicest wakeup in recent memory. The waking up part wasn’t that hard. What was difficult was disentangling yourself from Damiano and being greeted with cold air. It felt like peeling your first layer of skin off. Immediately all you wanted to do was duck back under his sweatshirt and snuggle, face next to his scent glands. Everything felt too harsh: the lights, sound, necessity of fine motor skills. Dami was also visibly upset by the separation, but for you it was a moment of agony.
“You know it costs zero ration points to not be a bitch.” That's what Cleo said to you while you fought over the diner dishes on Wednesday evening. It wasn’t an entirely unfair assessment either. You’d rather curl up in bed then try to function without Damiano. It felt like life was moving at a slightly faster speed than you were. All the lessons were paced quicker than you could comprehend. Your note taking was a little too slow. You spend 20 minutes on a single question, reading it over and over, but unable to come up with an answer. Your physics teacher looked genuinely concerned and offered you a chance to retake it next week.
Instead of ranting to Xiema and Gia during break, you lay your head on your crossed arms, not even bothering to get lunch. Four days of this hell was unsustainable. The only choice was to disengage temporarily. The line, the food, the tedium of eating was too overwhelming. So you just closed your eyes, not even raising your head when they sat beside you.
“Are you alive?”
“Unfortunately.” Gia and Xiema seem to get up earlier than usual. Then again, your sense of time leaves something to be desired at the moment. The alert for your next lesson hasn’t sounded, so you decide to just look like a creepy lonier sleeping at lunch. However, by the time they’re a few paces away, someone else sits beside you. Damiano.
You look down and see his black pants straddling the bench. Then you start to think about something else in that vicinity and press your eyes closed. It's too late, the idea had already taken root. You could drag him into a bathroom and fall to your knees. Dami hadn’t had a proper blow job in months so he’d probably be really vocal, yanking you around by your hair while you drooled on the tiled floor.
“Hey, are you okay?” he asks softly. Yes is dishonest. No makes for questions you can’t stand to answer. Please fuck me isn’t situationally apropriate. So you settle for a shrug, and a groan. Damiano’s hand traces its way up the back of your neck and onto your scalp. It's heavenly. Fucking fuck. His over hand comes to rest on your inner thigh. For a moment your brain short circuits and your head slips off your arms and audibly hits the table.
“Woah, hey.” He shifts to rubbing up and down your back, scooting close enough he’s pressed against your elbow. It's so sweet it aches.
“Ow,” you squeak. Damiano still checked on you regularly. Instead of assuming you stayed up too late watching T.V. last night, he was skipping class to stroke your hair and make sure you were okay. You wanted to cry and not just because you slammed your forehead on a wooden table.
“Will you look at me?” He tries to coax you into lifting your head, but you’re still trying to wrangle the tears. From the time you woke up you’d felt fragile today, rubbed raw.
“Mm mm. I’m not this omega,” you sniff, trying to make your voice steady.
“This is my fault.”
“You’re doing your best. I’ll survive.” More careful hands trying to comfort you.
“Have you eaten lunch?” You shake your head and he sighs, rubbing between your shoulder blades.
“You can go back to class Dami. I’ll call you tonight” He pets your head and kisses it, resting his chin on your shoulder. He’s stalling.
“Convince me that just leaving you here is the right thing.” You try to come up with an honest answer that isn’t I’m fine because he’ll call bullshit in a second.
“If something was really wrong I’d tell you. This is just making people stare at me unnecessarily.” He lets out a long sigh, kisses your head, and stands up.
“Call me after school, or I will.” As soon as Damiano walks off you wish that he’d insisted you needed to leave and skipped class to spend the day with you. Of course this wasn’t feasible, but it was a nice fantasy.
You got home from and ended up standing in your bedroom, in a state of half dissociation. It’s lonely and you wish he was here to hold you. The room is so silent that your phone’s ringer makes you jump.
“Why didn’t you call me, baby?”
“I – I just…I don’t know.” It's an honest answer and you’re holding back tears because crying will just make your heart hurt worse.
“Meet me at the amphitheater after practice tomorrow. You can have dinner with my family and stay the night. Use me as a pillow.” This sounded like a tremendous idea, which is how you found yourself walking down the main hall in the underbelly of the sporting amphitheater. Romero Soccor’s coach looked at you wearily as you walked by. He was having a hushed conversation on the phone, which you immediately gathered was serious.
“Due to issues of personal conduct we have decided Julio will no longer be a remember of Romero’s soccer team.” Immediately you winced. A couple younger alphas losing their tempers and tearing into each other was a regular occurrence. They accepted it as a part of life, but to betas and omegas it was gory. Damiano would have an interesting story tonight. After pushing past the doors, you scanned the field for him. Aside from one assistant coach standing awkwardly in the entryway to the locker room, everyone was on the other side of the turf.
You make your way over then realize you might be intruding on something that isn’t your business. Maybe you should wait by Damiano’s car and text him. Deciding that seems like the thing to do, you turn around and walk back.
“Dam’s girlfriend!” someone announces. You turn around to see possibly the youngest team member pointing at you. You’re about to ask what barn he was raised in, but Star beats you to it, smacking him upside the head. A couple more people turn around and which reveals what's inside the circle. The person you assume to be Julio or his assailant is crouched on the ground with blood profusely flowing from his nose.
Star beckons you over with a nervous expression and you search for Damiano. As you walk toward him, he jogs over to you. Out of some morbid fascination you can’t take your eyes off of the wounded player. The bridge of his nose is curved harshly to the right.
“Is that broken?” you whisper.
“Uh, probably,” Star huffs, shifting around with nervous energy.
“I guess Dami is getting ice somewhere, then. Should I go wait by the car? I don’t want to intrude.” Star is breathless and it can’t just be from that short jog over here. Maybe it's anxiety, maybe he broke up the fight. Which probably means your boyfriend did as well.
“No, no, it's good you're here. So, uh – shit, okay um…”
“Just fuckin’ tell her,” someone goads and suddenly you feel very observed. Star winces and Lars jogs up behind him.
“What the hell is going on? Where’s Dami?” Your chest tightens suddenly with the instinctual sensation that something is not as it should be. Despite scouring the field all around you, the only players are gathered here, and Damiano isn’t one of them.
“This kid threw a shit fit over some call coach made. It’s just how we get sometimes. Dam tried to help him calm down, but the little asshole shoved him to the ground and ran away. Dam was just trying to help, put his hand on the kid's shoulder to make sure he was okay and got punched,” Lars explains. So your boyfriend was somewhere, injured.
“Where is he? What the fucked happened?” you demand.
“Damiano David happened,” calls out the same voice that had heckled earlier. So your boyfriend had punched Julio because he’d been attacked. You try to process this information without staring at Julio’s crooked nose.
“Why don’t you shut the fuck up, Nikolai?” responds Star.
“Hey!” warns an assistant coach, sitting on the grass beside the injured player.
“It’s not like we haven’t heard the stories. My mom doesn’t think he should be allowed on the team at all.” Although you desperately wanted to know what this dickwad was referencing, you couldn’t listen to him talk this way about Damiano.
“Yeah, well opinions are like assholes, everyones got one.” The half second of total silence was deeply gratifying. Nikolai had never had an omega speak to him like that.
“Where is Damiano?” you repeat. Lars points to the furthest door in the amphitheater. You march past the team, only to hear Nickolai pipe up again.
“This is what happens when you don’t breed your bitch –”
“Nikolai, I will put you on probation,” warns the assistant coach.
“And this is what happens when some mediocre alpha thinks the world revolves around him,” you bite back. Apparently your self preservation instincts have taken a vacation.
“It's a shame we’re not allowed to use corporal –”
“You can’t just say that about Dam’s omega,” someone hisses.
“Nikolai, off the field!” You’re so angry that you can’t think of a response harsh enough so you turn around and spit on his cleats. Half the team makes encouraging sounds, but you barely register it as you run across the field. Alphas advocating for corporal punishment to dicipline omegas was something you’d endured as long as you could perceive it. If it wasn’t so unoriginal it might affect you.
Upon reaching the far door, you look inside and realize it's not made for inhabitants. The space is unfurnished, all cement walls and harsh fluorescent lighting. It’s used for storage, which means there's no signage. The smell of all the equipment is making it hard to locate your boyfriend.
“Dami? Baby?” When he doesn’t answer, you have to take a deep breath and imagine his predicament. Where would you go if you were injured and persecuted by assholes on your team? Probably not out in the open, so you begin ducking inside rooms. The first open door with some space behind it houses hundreds of pounds of salt for the slow plow. Had the place not been so echoey, you might have missed Damiano curled up between stacks of bags.
“Not now,” he croaks. He can’t smell anything with a bloody nose, doesn’t know it's you. So you try not to startle him, approaching slowly.
“Baby, it’s, y/n. Dami, it’s me.” When Damiano looks up, you startle, and you actually watch that break his heart in real time. It’s not that he’s in headspace, which you weren’t expecting, it's that the bottom half of his face is covered in blood. The stuff is even in his hair.
“You’re gonna be okay now. I’m here.” Truthfully, you didn’t know if you could make whatever this was better, but you knew that Damiano needed to hear it, to see a light at the end of the tunnel. You drop your bag beside him and smooth his hair back. The blood hasn’t begun to dry yet which means the whole debacle must have been very recent. It also must have been what triggered his alpha headspace. Using a hair tie, you secure the tangled strands out of his face, then dig through your bag.
You had a water bottle and a container of juice Gia had asked you to hold and forgotten about. Calories would be a good idea.
“Damiano, drink this. Let’s get you some glucose.” He stays with his head to his knees, arms around his shins. “I spit on Nikolai’s shoes like two minutes ago.” This makes him look up and this time you’re ready. “I don’t think you realize how much blood is on your face right now, that's what spooked me.” Damiano nods, and starts tugging at you, with his lips pouted, never meeting your eyes. He grabs your arms, waist, until you swing a leg over to straddle and find yourself squashed. Dami pulls you against his chest and wraps you in his arms, even bends his knees to keep you close.
You never thought you could feel suffocated by Dami, that there would ever be too close. But this, this was too close. In the moment, Damiano’s world had shrunken so small that you were his only comfort in it. He needed you so desperately that you had to regulate your own emotions not to get overwhelmed.
“I don’t know what's going through your head, but this does not negatively affect our relationship. We are fine. You’re going to be fine. We’re gonna go home, cuddle in the same sweatshirt, and watch a funny movie. You’re going to get a good sleep and tomorrow this will be a sucky memory.” Damiano takes a couple shaky deep breaths and loosens his grip from absolute terror survival mode. You lean over and pull the juice out of your bag, handing it to him. While Damiano downs it you rummage around in the bottom of the backpack for some spare towelette packets and rip one of those open. The packaging is crumpled and dirty but the seal hasn’t been broken so they’re usable.
It's challenging to figure out where the blood is coming from, mouth or nose, until you realize it's coming from both. Which would mean he was punched multiple times.
“That was self-defense, Damiano.”
“I don’t get to practice self defense unless my life is in danger.”
“What the fuck!? Says whom?” You decide to try the tampon trick, since the blood flow has lessened from everywhere except his right nostril.
“I’m too strong. Did you see what I did to that kid? I broke his nose without trying!” That explains why he’s so upset. He really injured someone and despite his biology, Dami didn’t enjoy violence. He’s choking up again. You hope the hilarity of having a tampon shoved in his nostril would help, but it doesn’t. What's worrying you more than his injuries is how long he’s been in headspace. Damiano allowed himself to shift in and out when you were alone together, but it never occurred to you that he’d, at himes, have no control. He could get stuck.
There was no threat here, just his girlfriend sitting on his lap. He shouldn’t be in alpha mode. There was nothing to fight, no where to direct that primal energy. You grab the water and watch his face as he drinks. He’d stopped crying, which was good, but he was still periodically tenseing. Not tensing, wincing, like he was in pain.
“Baby, where else is hurt? Is it the way I’m sitting?” You start shifting around, but Damiano stills you. He scrunches his eyes closed and takes a deep breath. You try to breathe with him, but he falls out of sync.
“Are you hurt?” He nods before speaking, a single tear falling down his face.
“Being like this, your blood pressure goes up. So my head is fucking killing me,” he whimpers. Damiano must have an excruciating, pounding headache right now. You didn’t have the type of medication needed to treat this, but after your rogue reaction to your HSIUD, you had learned about pressure points. Thalia had a previous special interest in holistic medicine and rattled off facts until you (lovingly) told her to shut up.
So you found his temples with your index fingers, and massage in slow circles. Dami’s skin is slick with beads of sweat. Perspiration not from athleticism, but from pain. The cuts on his nose and upper lip were the most superficial of his injuries. Damiano’s hands released and came to rest on the floor. His head lulled forward, resting against your own and only then did you realize how much blood was going to be on your clothes. That didn’t matter. Damiano was finally able to relax his muscles under your careful touch. You switched to gripping the hollows at the base of his skull between your forefinger and thumb. Damiano lets out a moan, and you know its not at all sexual, just from pain releif. Yet, the sound still throbs between your legs.
“This helping?”
“Mhm, hmm,” he confirms, head sliding onto your shoulder. In order to stop the both of you from tipping over, you guide Damiano upright, chin supported in one hand. The pressure point right above his tear ducts makes him wince. It’s the best one for this, but a little pain predates the relief. The sensation is invasive.
“Breath through it,” you coach, and can feel him relax under your fingers. His tendons and veins are no longer straining. Giving Damiano a break, you massage a straight line from between his eyebrows, up his forehead. On the way back down you notice his canines are no longer resting on his plush lip. That's good, because you’re out of ideas. Dami opens his eyes slowly then blinks hard, like the light is too bright. That beautiful hazel is back.
“No more Vampiriano,” you chirp, as if this was an easy fix. Someone blows a whistle outside and it reminds you that you’re in public. Both friends and assholes are ever so aware of your absences and no doubt gossiping. There was also the greater issue of getting Damiano home or to the doctor’s.
“Okay baby, do you think you can stand up?” He shakes his head. “Okay, well um…okay.” You stroke his undercut, the short hair making it easier to feel your touch. Damiano couldn’t drive, you didn’t have a license, so how are you going to shuttle him from one place to the other? Star and Lars were sympathetic and they probably had licenses. You start searching your pockets for your phone.
“Do you have Star’s number memorized?”
“Stop talking about that,” Damiano groans in excuiation. Pain, desperation, overwhelm. It’s a reality check that Damiano’s stress tolerance is at absolute zero. He bends over clutching his face, but you can see the tendons quiver in his forearms. Were the boundaries of the change really so feeble that he could slip back? Having your body force you into hypervigilance sounded not entirely dissimilar from a panic attack.
A moment ago your touch had solved it, so you returned to the pressure points. He lets out a cry of frustration, and there's nothing calibrated about it. It might be the most honest sound you’ve heard from him, stuck in a moment of anguish. Unable to bear his pain, you scent him as a last ditch effort. It's hard to pull it forth unprompted, you don’t have a lot of practice. Still, you try to drown out Damiano’s sensory input with your pheromones. The intensity of his discomfort only lasts a couple seconds more, then Damiano takes a tear soaked gasping breath and relaxes against you. Operating on autopilot, you wrack your brain for stories about alpha’s experiencing headspace this way, and come up empty.
While you think, you pull up his jersey and begin stroking his back. If you were alone, you’d probably strip naked and get in bed. Not to have sex, but to hold him. Let your body tell his body that everything is okay, that there aren’t any threats to face. You needed a steady plan: adults, not teenagers. Speaking of, weren’t the staff supposed to manage players' injuries? Coach had been talking to Julio’s parents when you walked in which means he’d called Damiano’s parents right before or right after. They might be panicked and have no idea where you were.
“Damiano I’m gonna make sure a non-high schooler knows where we are, okay? I’ll be right back.” Dami is grabbing you in that panicky way again.
“No! ‘Cause I might – I don’t want…” to lose control without you here. Damiano stops before saying the words, but you can infer from the way he’s avoiding your eyes. He’d allowed himself to need you, just a little bit. A person doesn’t cultivate themselves so completely unless there's something they’re trying to cover up, over power. Suddenly, you’re very aware that this is exactly what he hid under that sheek exterior.
“What helps right now?” you whisper, stroking his head.
“I just – I just need a sec.”
“Do you want me to scent you again?” He takes a deep breath, and you can feel his ribcage shutter on the exhale. At the same time you also hear the echo of footsteps.
“Are those cleats?” you whisper.
“Damiano!? Damiano!?” The shrill sound of maternal panic is recognizable anywhere. It even makes a bystander’s hair raise.
“Take a left at the salt,” you call. Straddling Dami is not how you want his parents to find you, but he was so fragile that your social preferences didn’t matter. You pull his jersey back down and softly kiss his forehead, then stuff anything bloody under your bag. Your back is mostly to the entryway, but Dami must see them around the corner. He ducks his head against your neck, unable to face an audience. Very purposefully, you put on a calm, assured face with a closed lipped smile, hugging him casually.
Isabella, Matteo, and the coach rush into the room. It's better that Damiano doesn’t see his mother's expression. Matteo is holding a black, water proof case. He drops to the hard floor and opens it up to reveal the most elaborate first aid kit you’ve seen in your life. It's not just band-aids. There’s supplies to care for wounds, to stop major bleeding, even an ice chest for preserving fingers so they could be reattached. Isabella and Matteo worked in food engineering. They weren’t physicians or soldiers or harm reductionists or anything that would require this kit.
Wide eyed, you watched Matteo open a pouch at the edge of the bag full of prescription bottles. He twisted the cap off of one, then another, then another while Isabella wrenched open a water bottle.
“Damiano sit up,” she said, voice totally clinical. Her son might as well have been a stranger. It struck you as a bit harsh considering everything he’d gone through. Sure, she was the alpha of the pair, but shouldn’t that establish empathy? You felt movement under your hand and realized you’d been clutching the back of Dami’s head where he pressed his face against your neck in hiding. As he sat up, that same hand slipped to his jaw, always keeping contact and reassurance. For a moment, his parents froze. Your head immediately turned to see if anything had changed, but Damiano looked the same.
“He’s…he’s okay now.” You felt the need to defend Damiano. Maybe they’re staring because he has tampon sticking out of his nose
“This is just because I don’t have a first aid kit,” you explain, pointing at it.
“Inventive as always,” Isabella compliments, giving you a soft smile while handing Dami water. It seems odd, her warmth towards you, but not her injured child. Matteo dropped two red pills back into the bottle, but still placed three in Dami's hand. Two were round, one blue and the other white. There was also an oblong capsule that looked like Cleo’s morning vitamin. Damiano threw them all back at once and winced. You could feel his swallow hard which brought your awareness back to the fact you were sitting on his lap.
“I – I should um…” Awkwardly, you shift around, unwrapping your legs from Damiano’s waist. His free hand clutches your thigh. I should stay right here.
“Sokoro, thank you for your discretion and understanding.” Matteo nods at Romero’s coach.
“Julio, has been removed from the team and of course there'll still have to be a review, but I’ll make sure Damiano isn’t penalized for defending himself,” he announces.
“Thank you so much,” Dami finally speaks, voice broken.
“Of course, it's only fair,” the coah assures, taking his leave from the tense situation.
“But really, thank you, Coach Koro.” The amount of emotion in Dami’s eyes was so moving it made you tear up, so you could only imagine the effect on the person it was directed to. Seeing any alpha, especially one held in such high regard, humble himself was powerful.
“And uh, y/n,” he clears his throat self-consciously, hovering on the edge of the doorway. “You’ll be happy to know that Nikolai has been put on probation, so he won’t be at the next game.” You’d completely forgotten about that shit stain, but were filled with so much pride by the way your boyfriend had conducted himself. From being in too much pain to think, to then be communicative in just a few minutes was incredible.
“You did so good!” Daminao was bashful as you squeezed his arms in excitement, but his expression was conflicted.
“What did Nikoilai say to you?” Both his parents tensed and you knew better than to undo all of Dami’s progress.
“He complimented my dress. His favorite flowers are sunflowers and I think he’d be hurt that you didn’t know that.” Dami rolled his eyes, but dropped it.
“You were lucky. Maybe we can let her go now, hm?” At first you don’t realize Isabella was talking about your position on Damiano’s lap. Immediately you’re embarrassed.
“Oh sorry, sorry,” you grimace, disentangling yourself from Damiano. “I was just um…sorry.” Panic sparks in his eyes so you lace your fingers together and sit so close you might as well be on his lap still. “I won’t leave until you tell me to go,” you whisper in his ear. Damiano squeezes your hand in response, shaking from adrenaline.
“That could have gone a lot worse. Do you have any other injuries? How are your knuckles?”
“No, I’m fine.” Matteo starts cleaning him up properly.
“You got it under control by yourself this time, that was good.” His father is cautiously encouraging. “Scenting helped, I take it?” You stare at the floor, blushing so hard you could hear your heart rushing in your ears. Of course his parents could smell that you’d scented him. The fact that it would be perceptible to others hadn’t occurred to you in the moment.
“Y/n, cleaning the blood off, calming him down, you probably saved his place on the team,” Isabella says, emphatically. You scoff without thinking.
“Coach Sokoro obviously loves him!”
“That's because when he came in here, he saw Damiano. If he’d walked into something else…” She trails off, helping Matteo secure a butterfly bandage over Damiano’s split lip then dabbing on anti-edema gel. “Appearances are everything. Damiano being calm and collected, cuddling his doting girlfriend, no bloodied tissues on the floor. It really mattered that he saw that.” You don’t realize she’s complimenting you until you meet her eyes. For a moment, it's like looking into Isabella’s soul. She’s had to fight battles for Damiano that you would never understand. That's why she’s hardened.
“It must have been intimidating,” Matteo prompts.
“What, coach Sokoro? No way,” you brush off, smiling because you’re happy to give an easy answer.
“No, coming in here. I’d have been frightened.” Looking around it does start to feel like a concrete coffin.
“I guess it's kinda creepy, but I wasn’t really thinking about it.” You’d been too focused on Damiano to notice those details. Matteo opens his mouth to speak then closes it and sighs. You were missing something.
“Seeing Damiano must have been…startling.” Isabella looks at you meainfully. Admittedly seeing Dami’s teeth covered in blood like the reenactment of one of Thalia’s TB documentaries was gross.
“Honestly, I’ve never seen that much blood in person. We don’t have an alpha at my house, but I’m sure it’s normal with two alpha sons.” Matteo stops packing up the kit and tilts his head, literally looking at you sideways. “I mean not ‘normal!’ Obviously it’s not normal, I just meant that uh, like more common. It could be a more common thing,” you try. Damiano squeezes your hand so you turn to him.
“They mean did I scare you.” His soulful hazel eyes are so beautiful. Touches of green and gold shone even in the harsh, synthetic light. People probably thought he had black eye lashes, but actually they were really dark brown, like the roots of his hair where the sun hadn’t lightened. He squeezes your hand again, reminding you that an answer was expected.
“Why would I be scared of you?” you reply, dumbly. Damiano’s face lights up with so much affection. He smiles for the first time and if you don’t look hard, his teeth don’t appear to be stained with blood. The hand not clasped in yours caresses your knee. It was too easy to forget you weren’t the only people in the room, or universe.
“I told you she wasn’t scared of me,” he turns to his parents, saying the words with so much pride. Isabella purses her lips, like she had a lot of opinions to hold back.
“Oh you mean Vampiriano!” It finally clicks and you feel like a dumb-ass. “Yeah, I’m defective and not scared when I’m supposed to be.”
“Vampiriano?” Matteo repeats, incredulous.
“Yeah! You know ‘cause –” you bring your hands up to your mouth and turn your pointer fingers into fangs. Bearing your teeth, you give your best angry vampire hiss. Damiano does that thing you love, where he laughs so hard he topples over and puts his head in your lap. Based on the way her eyebrows are raised you seem to have even thrown Isabella off.
“You never thought he looks like a vampire? With his canines and black eyes and the – the super strength?” She blinks hard a couple times, struggling to process the comparison. “I really need to learn when to stop talking.”
“No, you’re perfect,” Damiano cackles.
“No, no, don't worry about that, darling. It’s just – when people are scared of something they don’t uh, describe it as you have. Like a um…”
“Comic book character,” supplies Matteo.
“Yes, exactly! I’ve just never heard an omega, not to generalize of course, but I’ve never heard an omega who wasn’t offput of the alpha transformation.”
“Well it’s only Vampiriano, that doesn’t scare me,” you clarify. “Ugh,” you make a noise of disgust as your hand runs through a lock of hair crusty with dried blood, wiping it on your dress.
“I can try to get the stains out of your clothes,” Matteo offers. “Any other biohazardous material?” You hand over all the stuff hidden under your backpack. Based on Damiano’s expression he hadn’t realized you’d purposefully concealed it.
“It's okay! This is a hand-me-down from Thalia.” It's actually your favorite dress, which is why you’d worn it, for Damiano.
“You love this dress,” Damiano counters, sitting up. Not as much as I love you. What.
“I’ll do my best then,” Matteo assures. He zips up the kit and stands, both parents ready. Damiano begins to stand and you pick yourself up off the floor. Walking out of the amphitheater into the parking lot, your brain starts to process the past however long. You had no idea that Daminano had a medical condition that required treatment. Why did he keep it from you? Did he not trust you? Immediately you chastise yourself for making this about yourself. Dami’s visceral reaction made it obvious that he was nothing less than completely terrified.
This is why he’d had to switch schools. Something had happened and the gossip between nosy parents had reached Nikolai. You think back to the man that rubbed your back when you felt exhausted at lunch yesterday and wondered what he was capable of. How much harm did a person have to cause for the event to be classified and warrant switching schools? His parents had a full battlefield triage kit in their car at all times to treat the wounds that resulted from Damiano losing control. Had he crippled someone? Had he accidentally killed someone?
You’d become so distracted that you tripped on a parking curb and almost ate shit. Dami caught you by your collar before your knees hit the ground, pulling you upright.
“Woah, let me carry your backpack, baby.” He slipped it off your shoulders and slung it over his left side. This wrenched you from your hypothesizing. Maybe if he was young and it wasn’t actually his fault and he’d undergone preventative medical treatment you could live with it. You bargained with your morals until you found yourself seated inside the David’s family car with everyone looking at you.
“So, we need to have a talk,” Isabella announced. Dami’s hand was twitching like it wanted to reach out for yours, but he stopped himself.
“What did you do at your other school?” you blurt. Both his parents look at Damiano and you realize his hand is shaking, not twitching. He’s terrified to talk about this. No, he’s terrified to tell you.
“People act like some big thing happened, like I had some testosterone fueled psychotic break and tore some innocent person apart, but that's not how it was.”
“Okay,” you let out a relieved sigh and folded your hands together. You slide onto the middle seat, bringing yourself closer.
“What's important is that these episodes have only ever been triggered by other alphas,” Matteo explains.
“I know he won’t hurt me. I’m not worried about that.” Damiano whimpers then brings his free hand up to cover his mouth and suppress the sound. Almost like he’s about to be sick. Dami must have been terrified that you would leave him, every day for almost three months. No wonder he couldn’t relax.
“Alright, let's take you home then.”
“Can I – I wanted to stay for dinner, but I guess now…”
“I’m sure that your presence will be very, very welcome if you feel up for it,” Matteo assured, starting the car. Isabella elaborated upon Damiano’s confession during the drive.
“It started with these rage attacks at 11. Lots of alphas have anger issues so we took him to a specialist and found out it's a hormonal dysregulation. Usually they grow out of it, but around 13 alphas start being a risk to themselves and others. Treatment options have been…a journey,” she sighs.
“So that World War 3 med kit you have?”
“Standard issue with his diagnosis.”
“Right, okay.” There were a thousand questions you wanted to ask, but you wanted answers from Damiano, not from his mother while he sat right next to you. However, your boyfriend was the most drained you’d ever seen him, and you’d never seen him drained of energy at all. Even after a two hour grueling work out he was still bouncy and smiley.
“Maybe we should take this up again later.” Isabella nods slowly, visibly processing your words.
“That sounds like a very wise choice.” Damiano’s parents speak back and forth in low tones. Not so you’re unable to hear, but so you’re not distrubed. They plan dinner, future meetings with Romero’s collegiate sports board, reporting the incident to a small team of doctors.
“You could have told me, Dami. I would have understood,” you whisper. His lower lip and chin tremble and he swallows hard.
“I know,” he says, barely audible. “I just can’t imagine what the fuck I’d do without you and its barely been – I just, I didn’t want to…to I don’t know.” You kiss his head and taste iron.
“Mine.”
“Yours,” he responds, voice breaking. It's important for Damiano to know, even covered in blood, even after keeping secrets, that you claim him. There isn’t anything else to be said right now, so you tune into what his parents are discussing. Isabella has pulled a checklist out of the glove box and they’re going over what needs to be replaced in the first-aid kit. This gives you an idea.
“Maybe I should carry a dose of the medication! I could get a mini first-aid kit. So if something like today happens again when Damiano’s away from his stuff, but I have my bag on me.
“Sure, I’ll make that up for you tonight,” Matteo agrees, warmly. Isabella turns around to pat your knee. She doesn’t meet your eyes, but you can see her swallow hard. When you arrive at the house, her hand returns to your knee, signaling you not to get out as Damiano and Matteo do.
“Y/n, this is incredibly intense and you’d already done a massive amount of emotional labor. So if you want me to take you home, everyone would more than understand.” You shook your head immediately.
“I want to be here for Dami.”
“And if that ever gets overwhelming come find me at any time, no matter what. Just because you can help someone, doesn’t mean you should expend all your inner resources doing so.” This felt like a conversation with your mother, except your mom had never had this talk with you. You nod to show understanding.
“Can we go inside now?”
Notes: You might be asking why this chapter is little shorter than usual. It's because this was the only natural place I could cut it it between here and 13k. This chapter took two weeks because I couldn't condense it down far enough so chapter #7 will be here very soon. Enjoy!
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Love at first sight
A/n:Heyy love I just want to this story is going to be something cute and awe adorable yeah yeah I also just wanted to say that this story does take place in like their X factor day and like year would be like 2015-17 ya know also TYSM for alll the love on the last story @ellior1111
Paring:Damiano David x Fem!reader
Warning nun really just some fluff
You had been walking down the lovely streets of Rome and you turned the corner to see a group of people singing well only one person then you had saw to people one playing the guitar and another playing the bass and there was a guy who had some long hair you ever seen playing some sort of drum. But the one that got your eye was the one singing. He was super pretty and he had such a lovely voice that you loved so much that every day you would go and see them a 3pm because that the time you would see them play and one day you finally had then courage to go up and talk to him. It was a normal beautiful Sunday in Rome and you went to the place that they were at and you had heard you favorite song raggamuffin selah sue but it was a cove but it still sound amazing. You had decided to were a white sundress with yellow flowers on it. You had put you hair in a ponytail with two strands of hair out you grab your purse and left. you were running down the block and you turned the corner to see them setting up you walked over to the guy with short hair and you tapped his shoulder. “Hey.” He said looking at you. See you were never the type to believe in love in first sight but with this guy it was something different. “Hey umm I just wanted to say that you and your friends have some amazing talent that I ever seen so far but I came to ask you if I can maybe could get your number and we could be friends.” You said fast looking at the floor. “Wait are you that girl who comes to all of our gigs ever day.” He said. “Yes umm I just also wanted to say my name is y/n.” You said looking back up at him. “Well y/n I just wanted to say thank you for the compliment and how about we unlock that pretty little phone off yours so I could put my number in it.” He said looking at you then he gave you a wink. Your cheeks heated up as you went into your purse grabbing your phone and unlocking it and giving it to him. “Umm here you go.” You said lowly. “Thank you love.” He said grabbing your phone and typing his phone number into your phone. “Here you go love now now text me so I can get your number and save it.” “Oh okay.” You said stuttering. “Well hun will you like to go out with me after our little gig.” “Uh sure why not.” “well little lady I’ll see you when we are done.” He said grabbing your hand and kissing it. Your cheeks got pink and warm. You went to sit were you always did and watch them perform. (Fast forward to like 5-6pm)Their gig was over and they were packing up there things you decided to go and help them. “Hey let me help you with this.” You said to the girl who was playing the bass. You help her pick up the thing that made her instrument loud. (idk what there called 😭) you guys walked over to were the van where and had help her put it in there. “Hey are you that girl who my friend damiano was talking to.”mashed said looking at you. “Um yes that me hi my name name is y/n and you are.” “Hi y/n my name is Victoria but you can call me vic.” “Okay sure.” “Let me just give you a quick summary of who we are we are måneskin and I am the bassist of the band and the one with the short blonde hair that out guitarist Thomas and the one with the long hair who plays the drums than Ethan and out lead singer damiano which you already met. She said. “Well I see that you two ladies got to met.” Damiano said walking up to you and Vic. “ oh hey dami I am just introducing ourselves to your girlfriend.” “W-what I am not his girlfriend.” You said. “Soon that will change my love.” He said lifting up your chin to look at him. “Damiano you are such a flirt.” Ethan said walking over to you guys. ”hey Ethan my name is y/n.” “Hello y/n.” Then next came Thomas came along. “Hey guys oh shit is that the girl that dami Talks about all the time to us.” He said. “Thomas shut up.” Damiano said punching him in the shoulder. “Okay okay but I think she should know how in love you are with her the moment you said her.” “Oh yeah y/n he would non stop talking about you for the rest of the day.” Ethan said. “Awe that cute you know I was just the same.” You admit.
After that you and damiano had when on your date and after that you both started to date and you came to all of their gigs and support him all the way until he became and international rock star with the rest of the band. THE END❤️❤️
#damiano maneskin#fem!reader#damiano david#måneskin#måneskin fanfic#ethan torchio#ethan maneskin#victoria maneskin#victoria de angelis#thomas raggi#thomas maneskin#fluffy
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