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måneskin fic recs
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måneskin x reader: blurbs+headcannons+fics
୨୧ 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬
୨୧ 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧
୨୧ a headcanon with må with you being a successful model
-they're wearing earbuds, blasting music into their ears when they remember the they left their phone charger in the bathroom. they don't know you're showering and can't hear you over the music...
୨୧ headcanons with må x fashiondesigner!reader
୨୧ a valentine’s surprise | SMUT, orgy, oral sex, anal play, double penetration, food play, spit play, alcohol
-You’ve been feeling a little left out in your relationship so your four partners show their love to you with a surprise for Valentine’s Day.
୨୧ Gettin’ Frisky With The Måneskin Members | explicit content, gender neutral reader, switch!damiano, hard domme!victoria, vanilla!thomas, sub!ethan, freaky stuff, toys and s/m, oral (both ways), degradation, spit, pain play, brat taming, bondage, sinning cuz rock’n’roll never dies
୨୧ our favourite band with an S/O with bad menstrual periods
| talk abt periods, so dyphoria warning (we'll get back on the totally GN shit tmrw, just filling requests rn), lil bit of swearing and NSFW on Ethan
୨୧ how the members of Måneskin confess their feelings for you måneskin x gn!reader
victoria de angelis
·。🍓 my sweet valentine vic de angelis x fem! reader | Fluff
-Victoria's first Valentine's day celebrating with you is a bit chaotic but turns out better than expected.
·。🍓 date night vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut, fingering, oral (female receiving) and bdsm dynamics
-you and vic go on a date and it ends with fun at the hotel
·。🍓 hush, hush, cucciola. vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut
-you’re were asked to come over and help to calm Vic down after another disagreement during creating new song, and you find just the way to make her happy and peaceful again
·。🍓 pillow talk vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut
-your night trip to the kitchen gets interrupted by a strange noise, the results of your investigation are more pleasant then you could expect.
·。🍓 long stormy night damiano x fem!reader x vic | SMUT!!!, degradation, corruption kink, wax play, knife play, blood play, spanking, bit of fear play, unprotected sex, it’s just wild ok, i wanted to treat y/n
-It’s a last day of your small, a bit disappointing gateway trip. The big storm is approaching, yet your evening takes an interesting turn when you bump into two hot Italians in the hotel bar
·。🍓 cold breeze, hot cheeks vic de angelis x fem! reader | angst, fluff
-a rather cold October makes your blood boil as you and Vic attend Ethan's birthday party
·。🍓 i think I wanna hold you, but I'm not sure i'm allowed
vic de angelis x fem! reader | angst with tiny hint of smut
·。🍓 I'll show the lovin' that you'll never get from a man. vic de angelis x fem! reader | angst, fluff, smut
-your friends finally meet your boyfriend, and even though nothing goes according to the plan, your night ends up being better than you could hope for, thanks to Vic
·。🍓 sweat and good grips vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut
·。🍓 the one with victoria’s boobs. victoria x gn!reader | fluff
-Victoria needs help taping her boobs for an upcoming performance. You get more than you bargained for.
·。🍓 the one where victoria wants to watch victoria x fem!reader x ethan | smut
·。🍓 “OPEN YOUR MOUTH.” victoria x gn!reader | soft smut
-along the lines of The one where victoria is patient.
·。🍓 “YEAH, WELL, IF YOU WEREN’T SO DRUNK MAYBE I WOULD.” vic de angelis x fem! reader
·。🍓 “I KNOW YOU CAN BE LOUDER THAN THAT.” vic de angelis x fem! reader
·。🍓 “GIVE ME ATTENTION.” vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut
·。🍓 say you'll see me again even if it's just in your wildest dreams vic de angelis xfem!reader | fluff, smut
-You're an up-and-coming actress, and Vic's best friend since high school. You have been friends and in love with each other for as long as you can remember. So when you have the chance to be together, it's magical.
·。🍓 baby said vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut
-you've been on a few dates with Victoria and you think things are going really well. You just wish you had known where the night was going beforehand- maybe you would have picked a table with longer tablecloths.
·。🍓 latenight devil vic de angelis x fem! reader
-victoria covers for you after you sneak backstage ahead of a Måneskin gig & invites you into her dressing room for an unusual encounter
·。🍓 forgive me father vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut, basically porn
·。🍓 the ocean's daughter swearing, alcohol consumption, drowning as a metaphor, smut
-while on holiday in italy, an encounter derails your life enough to make you pack up on a whim and move to the very city in which you first saw her — the ocean's daughter.
·。🍓 vic blurb
-doing domestic stuff with Victoria
·。🍓 a threesome with victoria and damiano! damiano x fem!reader x vic | smut
-reader is victoria’s partner and starts to develop a certain ‘obsession’ for dami, until vic decides to fix it.
·。🍓 vic de angelis fic victoria de angelis x fem!reader
-y/n is the other female member of the band, who has had feelings for vic for a while now, but was too nervous to say anything. one night after a concert in new york changes that after the bassist overhears a conversation between damiano and y/n.
·。🍓 thorns victoria de angelis x fem!reader | Mentions of smoking. Mentions of panic. Swearing.
-victoria meets her ex-girlfriend (Ava). The unplanned “date” upsets her and she decides to drink and smoke to cope. When she wakes up in the morning her best friend Y/N (who she also happens to have a crush on) is there to try and reason with her.
·。🍓 lucid victoria de angelis x fem!reader
-It started with a spilled drink and ended with a clumsy kiss on the dance floor. A night out with friends takes an unexpected turn when you bump into the one person that's been on your mind for the better part of a year- the same stranger who stole both your chapstick and your heart.
·。🍓 nightmares victoria de angelis x fem!reader | A description of a nightmare. Other than that all is fluff and comfort.
-When Y/N has a terrifying nightmare and wakes up screaming, Victoria is there to comfort her.
·。🍓 kisses and cake vic de angelis x reader | very fluffy, a little spicy
·。🍓 vic blurb vic de angelis x reader
-being in a punk band and having vic feature in a show (you know like thomas recently did with starcrawler) and her doing her scissoring thing on top of me and then when she extends and after extending a hand to help me up and pulling me into a very gay gay gay kiss smearing her lipstick on my lipstick and leaving a big lipstick stain on my cheek as well
·。🍓 birthday wish victoria de angelis x fem!reader | smut
-little birthday blurb
·。🍓 church crush vic de angelis x reader | kinky as kink abba; innocent/corruption kink, and idk, sacrilege?
-good girl!reader having a massive obsession on a not-so-good girl from her church.
·。🍓 proficiency test victoria de angelis x gn!reader | a bit of swearing + one (1) explicit and one (1) implicit mention of sex + i'm very much projecting (who doesn't) + shitty german
-vic decides to help you study. chaos ensues.
·。🍓 coming home victoria de angelis x fem!reader
-vic has had a long day but coming home to you lifts the uneasiness from her shoulders and she vocalizes just how lucky she feels that you are in her life.
·。🍓 because of you idiot! victoria de angelis x gn!reader | angst(I guess), romantic fluff
-Victoria suddenly comes distance, and you try to find out why.
·。🍓 fluffy blurb vic de angelis x reader
-(it's something about getting matching tattoos with vic)
·。🍓 fuffly/smut with victoria victoria de angelis x fem!reader
-fluffy morning/half smut with victoria. nipples playing.
·。🍓 your camera roll while dating vic vic de angelis x reader | fluff, smut
·。🍓 knowing your worth vic x fem/gn! reader | hurt, comfort
-Vic is there for you after a conflict with your parents.
·。🍓 the first happiest birthday vic de angelis x reader | fluff
·。🍓 crawling back to you vic de angelis x reader
-Vic once again finds her way back to you.
·。🍓 one of a kind vic de angelis x reader | fluff, mentions of sex
-Vic finds out just how rich the feeling of love can be.
·。🍓 “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretend that it’s you!” vic de angelis x reader | fluff, angst
·。🍓 pt 2 hospital vic fic. vic de angelis x reader
·。🍓 “everything before the word ‘but’ is horseshit.” vic de angelis x reader | smut
·。🍓 the one where victoria is patient. victoria de angelis x fem!reader | smut
-you've been with Victoria for half a year. Maybe it's about time you pushed your fears away.
·。🍓 “Yeah, well, if you weren’t so drunk maybe I would.” vic de angelis x reader | fluff
·。🍓 “Give me attention.” vic de angelis x reader | smut
·。🍓 “We’re in public, you know.” vic de angelis x reader | fluff
·。🍓 “Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.” vic de angelis x reader | fluff
·。🍓 "Take off your clothes, but leave the heels on." vic de angelis x reader | fluff
·。🍓 vic fic vic de angelis x reader
-A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party
·。🍓 vic blurb vic de angelis x reader
-Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.
·。🍓 l'amore è più forte di ogni segreto: Part 1. victoria de angelis x fem!reader | angst, swearing, bad google translate translations, overuse of italics, mention of someone called ‘A’ - Damiano’s girlfriend
-unbeknownst to you both, paparazzi photograph you and Victoria while on your way back from a date night. When you find out in the morning, the two of you have very different ideas of how to handle the situation.
·。🍓 l'amore è più forte di ogni segreto - Part 2. victoria de angelis x fem!reader | angst, swearing, bad google translate translations, overuse of italics.
·。🍓 k is for kisses vic de angelis x reader
-You and your girlfriend, Victoria, both like to tease each other. Kisses ensue.
·。🍓 peculiar and beautiful victoria de angelis x gn!reader | angsty but also fluffy
-reader finds themself in a emotional rut. A few comments online, the constant youtube recommendations on how to be “perfect” have been making them feel some type of way, hiding away from the one person that can help them; Victoria
·。🍓 amalfi nights victoria de angelis x fem!reader | smut, pretty vanilla, softdom!vic, servicetop!vic, praise, kind of fluffy smut
-reader and victoria are for vacation in Amalfi. After a candle-lit dinner at the restaurant, after a long day of swimming and sunbathing, victoria just wants to show you her love.
·。🍓 afterglow victoria de angelis x gn!reader | mentions of sex
-reader meets victoria while traveling with friends. The two create a lovely summer fling and reader can not help but bask in the afterglow of victorias influence hoping to encounter her again.
·。🍓 homesick vic de angelis x reader | tw sickness, vomitting
-vic and the reader being on a long vacation together. One night the reader wakes up homesick and ends up being sick in the toilet, trying to be as quiet as they can not to worry vic too much. To no use, of course, as vic wakes up alarmed by the sounds of someone being ill in the bathroom and then goes to comfort the sick, guilty, crying reader?
·。🍓 vic fic vic de angelis x reader
-An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.
damiano david
✧*: i want to dance on your body damiano david x fem!reader | smut
-you and your bestie hit up a party when you start grooving with Damiano, and the dance floor chemistry carries over to his hotel room. That's where the magic unfolds, and you both go to cloud as he compares you to an angel.
✧*: i'm gonna fly straight to you damiano david x fem!reader | fluff
-you and Damiano are cuddled up in bed, brainstorming epic future adventures together.
✧*: i wanna paint your face like you're my Mona Lisa. damiano david x fem!reader | smut
-damiano takes you to see his new yacht
✧*: long stormy night damiano x fem!reader x vic | SMUT!!!, degradation, corruption kink, wax play, knife play, blood play, spanking, bit of fear play, unprotected sex, it’s just wild ok, i wanted to treat y/n
-It’s a last day of your small, a bit disappointing gateway trip. The big storm is approaching, yet your evening takes an interesting turn when you bump into two hot Italians in the hotel bar
✧*: overthinking damiano david x fem!reader | swearing, alcohol, smoking, smut related things in general
-Your relationship with Damiano is going through a crisis and some jealousy. All becomes clear after a filed party and a steamy night. There is a bit sad, angsty beginning, smut in the middle and a bit of fluff in the end. So, we have the whole package.
✧*: welcome home damiano david x fem!reader | surprisingly fluffy but also smut
-after a long week all you need is a loving touch of your currently absent boyfriend. Luckily in the morning there is a very handsome surprise waiting for you, and this allows you to start your day in best way you could possibly imagine
✧*: 300,000 hearts damiano david x fem!girlfriend!reader
-where damiano sings a song about you he wrote in highschool, to a full arena
ethan torchio
ᑦ( •ᴥ• )ᐣ blush ethan torchio x reader | pure fluff
-a blurb of Ethan meeting his new makeup artist who's really kind and bubbly and he instantly gets a crush on them?
ᑦ( •ᴥ• )ᐣ a night in paris ethan torchio x fem!reader | smut+swearing
-you went on a tour with the band and Ethan enjoyed Paris the most. Having your boyfriend all happy and excited turned out to be better then you expected.
ᑦ( •ᴥ• )ᐣ "The way your eyes get darker when you get aroused, is making me lose my mind." ethan torchio x fem!reader | smut
-If acting unwise get's you places, maybe you're just pushing it to be on your knees.
thomas raggi
❤︎ ❥ "We passed 'just friends' about 20 fucks ago." thomas raggi x reader | angst, fluff, smut
❤︎ ❥ sanremo. thomas raggi x gn!reader | swearing, slightly sugggestive
-ever the supportive boyfriend, thomas indulges you in a sanremo 2023 watch party.
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Can you please do a Damiano fell in love with his long time friend/band mate (reader) who is the backup singer (bc their voices complement each others perfectly) and writes a song about her and sings it to her on stage, confessing his love. (the other band mates know abt it).
I’m in my delusional era
Only Angel | Damiano David
Pairing: Damiano David x fem!reader (Måneskin bandmate)
Summary: You were in love with him for a very long time, but you didn't know that he loved you back. Until he decided to do something about it.
Warning/s: pet name (angel), just a little bit of good all angst, smut +18, degradation, teasing, prising, dom/sub, few curse words, mentions of alcohol and weed, cigarettes, mentions of one night stands, grammar and spelling mistakes, Google translated Italian (sorry, please tell me in the comments if I made any mistakes so I can fix them)
Author's note: This one's been a long time coming, but enjoy!
I saw this angel
I really saw an angel
Open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see
That I'm still the only one who's been in love with me
I'm just happy getting you stuck in between my teeth
And there's nothing I can do about it
Damiano could still remember the first time he met her.
She was the first singer that Måneskin (Back then just Victoria and Thomas) recruited for the band. He could remember it as if it was yesterday.
His hands were sweating as hell as he walked through the hallway of a "made up", improved studio that belongs to the future, back-then-still-in-making, rock band Måneskin. He remembered how nervous he was, but that nervousness compared to the one he experienced as he walked into the studio was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not a big deal at all.
As he reached his stop, he looked up and saw a guy with blonde hair messing with his guitar, and he saw a blonde haired girl standing next to him, watching him. They didn't notice him just yet.
Damiano turned his head away from them and decided to focus his gaze on a girl sitting in a chair with a pen and journal in her hands, ashtray sitting on the armrest of the chair. She was lightly gripping the pen as she wrote and crossed and scrambled the words on a piece of paper in the journal. Her (h/l) (h/c) covered her eyes slightly. He could clearly see her red lips moving, even tho she had a half finished cigarette in her mouth. She was probably mumbling the word of the, what was probably, a song she was writing.
She was mumbling so quietly, but somehow he could still hear her voice. It was beautiful, he felt like he was falling into a trans. He felt himself freezing like a deer in headlights when he saw her look up at him.
Her face steached into a smile, cigarette no longer lingering on her lips as she reached out and placed it on an ashtray. Her (e/c) shining like the sun, her hair no longer covering them from him. She stood up and started to walk up to him. That's the moment when Vic and Thomas noticed him, too.
He noticed the grace she was carrying herself with. It was as if she was floating. It was a sight to behold for sure.
"Ciao! Tu devi essere Damiano David." [Hi! You must be Damiano David.] She said and he felt like his breath was knocked out of his lungs when he heard her angelic voice speak to him.
"SÌ. Quello... sono io." [Yes. That's me.] He stuttered for a bit and that shocked him to his core. He never stuttered before, it felt weird. He didn't like that.
"Sorprendente. Io sono (Y/N) e loro sono Thomas e Victoria." [Amazing. I'm (Y/N) and this is Thomas and Victoria.] She introduced herself, Thomas and Vic.
And so, after a few quick hellos were exchanged, they pulled him in front of the mic and they preformed one song with him and one where he had to sing alone. It turned out that (Y/N) and he sing together perfectly. Their voices simply sound so good together. However, since that day something followed Damiano. Something that he couldn't quite place for a little bit.
Broke a finger knocking on your bedroom door
I got splinters in my knuckles crawling across the floor
Couldn't take you home to mother in a skirt that short
But I think that's what I like about it
She's an angel
Only angel
She's an angel
My only angel
Over the years Damiano and (Y/N) started to get closer and closer to each other.
At first it was innocent, truly. The two of them would talk with each other more than they would with Vic, Thomas or Ethan. Everyone soon noticed how close they were. They started to become very good friends. They had a lot of thing in common. They liked the same music, the same artists, everything! They somehow never ran out of topics to have a conversation about. It was amazing, really.
They would go out to get coffee, pizza, they went to bars and local parties together. They would come to each other's houses and just watch TV and get drunk or, sometimes even, high. They would drink some shitty wine that they would find in some shitty liquor store and would fall asleep on top of each other on the couch.
They would write and sing songs with each other. They liked each other's voices, but most of all, they liked how they sounded together. A match made in heaven, indeed.
However, over the years something changed. As they grew, the band did, too and so did their feelings for one another. Damiano watched everything she did whenever she was in his presence. He practically adored the ground she was walking on. It was amazing to experience. And to watch, too.
Vic was the first one to notice, of course. She would easily notice the longing glances that they would send each other while they thought that nobody was looking. She tried to talk to them about it. They would just brush it off.
"She is just my best friend, come on, Vic!"
"He's just a friend to me. Nothing more!"
Of course, Vic wasn't stupid, and neither were Thomas and Ethan. They soon figured what was up, too. The three musicians really tried everything in their power to get them to know what the other was feeling, but it felt like it was impossible to do that.
The problem was that Damiano and (Y/N) thought that the other didn't like them like that. And so from one problem, another one was born.
One night stands.
They both thought that if they see other people they could push their feelings away. However, when did that work out?
Damiano could still remember it. He walked down the hallway of the hotel that they were staying in because of their performance in New York. He watched her and some random guy practically eat each other's faces as she started to push him into her hotel room.
The last thing that he saw were the stains of red lipstick before he started doing it two.
I must admit I thought I'd like to make you mine
As I went about my business through the warning signs
End up meeting in the hallway every single time
And there's nothing we can do about it
Damiano had officially had enough. Watching her bringing guy after guy in her hotel room, him bringing girl after girl. It was too much. He couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't just stand aside as he watched and heard everything those guys did when it should be him doing it to his angel.
So one night he gathered his courage and knocked on her door so hard he almost got splinters in his knuckles from the wooden door. The moment she opened the door he spilled his feelings to her and so this is how they ended up there.
Damiano was quick to notice a bruise in the corner of her neck. Her pathetic attempt to cover it with her hair was not doing it. He felt anger fill his body to the brim. He knew that he had no reason to be angry, she wasn't his. Perhaps that was what angered him.
"You seem angry." (Y/N) was quick to point it out, her face forming a concerned look. "Why are you mad?"
"I'm not mad." Damiano spat out, proving her point. "I just think that you can choose better people to share spit with, angel. That's all."
"Excuse me?!" (Y/N) couldn't help but to yell in his face in the middle of the hallway. "What the hell is wrong with you, Damiano?"
"Was it worth it?" He asked her, his voice dangerously low. It send shivers down her spine.
"Is you hating me right now your new personality trait?"
She knew that that wasn't justified. She knew how bold of her that was. She knew that he didn't actually hate her, at least she hoped that he didn't. The truth was that she grew nervous under his gaze. His gaze, his tone, sudden realization of what he was talking about... it made her nervous as hell. She didn't know what to do.
"Was it worth it?" He kept his voice low and she knew that she couldn't avoid the topic any longer as much as she wanted to.
"I don't know what to say, Damiano."
"Oh, don't bullshit me, (Y/N)!" Damiano's voice rang in the hallway of the huge hotel in the middle of New York. He didn't give a flying fuck that it was night. That her "neighbors" were probably asleep. He didn't care about anything but his angel.
"Watcing you with so many guys who can't give you what I can... it draw me crazy." He finally confessed as he watched her in science of the hallway, frozen, confused. "You still don't get it, do you? It's because I love you."
"Now I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't feel the same way." Damiano told her as he pinned her against the door of her bedroom. Her breath getting stuck in her throat as she listened to his rough voice speak. "Just then I will leave you alone."
"I can't." She whispered, feeling so small compared to him right now.
"And why is that, angel."
"Because... I'm not even gonna lie, I'm just so fucking obsessed with you, you have no idea."
That's all he needed.
Told it to her brother and she told it to me
That she's gonna be an angel, just you wait and see
When it turns out she's a devil in between the sheets
And there's nothing she can do about it
Hey, hey
His lips felt so familiar yet so unknown to her. His breathing had become more strained.
"Damn it all to hell, if I don't get to have you tonight then I'm never going to be able to have you."
"Who says it has to be that way." (Y/N) said as she gasped in pleasure as he started to suck the skin on her neck.
His muscles tensed with every thrust. She finally allowed herself to sink into the mattress, into her pillow. She finally allowed herself to have him and for him to have her. She felt his hands flattering against her spine as he drew her closer to him as if that was physically possible.
"Arch your back for me, angel."
She felt herself gasping in pleasure as she did what he asked her to do. It was hard for him to contain his own sounds, too, as he pumped his thick throbbing cock into her at a constant pace.
"Please..." she was getting overwhelmed with him continuously hitting the right spot deep inside of her.
He grabbed her ankles and lifted her ankles to place them around his waist. She was practically screaming as he continued to split her wet pussy at rapid speed. She continued to shudder as he sped up his pace.
"Bet you they don't make you sound like that, do they, angel?"
"Ah- I-"
"Do they!?"
"NOO!" She barely gasped. "They don't... only you can do- ahh- this to mee!"
She openly moaned, screaming as Damiano's cock started swelling and stretching her tight pussy even more then before. And as her orgasm hit, she began to cry. He didn't care, he continued to thrust repeatedly, no signs of stopping or at least slowing down.
"I want you to remember everything fucking seconds of this."
She was overstimulated, but the tears of pleasure continued to flow.
He suddenly pulled out, erotic sound of cum mixed together filled the deafening silence in her room. He's fiery kisses started to trail down to her soaked pussy. Soon he started to suck her clit, but he moved away when he felt your hands on his head. He removed his tongue as he repositioned himself near your ass.
"Mhh!" (Y/N) tried to gain her voice back so she could speak again. "Don't! Too much!"
"Shhh... my beautiful angel." He cooed to her. "I'm sure that you've got one more in you. Will you be a good little angel and take what I have to give you?" His words were mocking and teasing at the same time as she nodded her head as much as she could before she pushed herself further into her pillow.
"Good girl."
He slowly began to enter her again, he was lubricated by her dripping juices. The thrusts began to increase again as she screamed his name, shaking. However, soon she found herself moving to meet his rough, pleasurable thrusts, which synchronized.
She was drowning in pleasure, she couldn't comprehend what was happening anymore. However she knew one thing, every time that fat cock hit her cervix, she got closer and closer to her much needed release.
She's an angel
Only angel
She's an angel
My only angel
She's an angel
Only angel
She's an angel
My only angel
Wanna die, wanna die, wanna die tonight
Wanna die, wanna die, wanna die tonight
Wanna die, wanna die, wanna die tonight
The stadium was big. The light were truly blinging (Y/N). The adrenaline was pumping through your veins. She was so happy, so full of euphoria even tho her throat felt so sore from all the singing and her muscles were hurting her.
On the other hand Damiano felt like he was going to faint. Yes, he was euphoric and happy, too. He was so happy and excited for the even bigger future of Måneskin, but he felt nervous.
For years he was in love with this girl. He always gave his best to express it as best as he possibly could. But nothing felt good enough. His angel deserved the world, even more so. He loved her so much the fraze "to the moon and back" simply couldn't cut it.
So he decided to express his love for her in a way that he did best. He wrote her a song. And so with a deep breath, and Victoria's pep talk before he went on the stage, he stepped forward.
"How are we feeling tonight, LA!?" Damiano shouted and his shout was followed by screaming and clapping of the fans.
"So tonight you are going to hear a song you have never heard before!! You excited!!??"
Damiano had to cover his ears a little because the screaming of the fans became a little bit too much. Still he found himself laughing with excitement. Like he always did. He looked a little to the side where (Y/N) was standing so he could take a little peak at her face. Confused was not a good enough word to explain the look on her face when she heard what Damiano had said and Vic, Thomas nor Ethan didn't say anything. He wrote a song? Without me? (Y/N) though to herself.
"This song I will sing alone." Damiano said and (Y/N) got even more confused.
"You see, I met this girl a long time ago and I felt like I loved her the moment I saw her. I wanted to express my love to her and to the entire world so I wrote this song for her." Damiano continued.
The crowd was already loosing their minds as Damiano stepped took the microphone form it's stand, but when Damiano said the next words and started singing all hell broke loose.
"This song is for you, (Y/N). My only angel."
She's an angel
Only angel
She's an angel
My only angel
She's an angel
My only angel
She's an angel
My-my-my only angel
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How long into relationship with every må member do you think it would take to sleep together? Like a few weeks or on the first date ?
Vic: The least amount of time, she's a woman who knows exactly what she wants and she goes for it. If she wants you, she'd have you in her bed the same night she first lays eyes on you.
Ethan: For him, it would probably be fairly quick but he still takes his time making sure. He likes to build a bit of a connection first so he can really figure out what you like in bed beforehand.
Thomas: He likes to be respectful and play by the rules, so a few dates before sex is necessary. Plus that way he can really get to know you and see where the relationship is going before taking that next step. But it could still be casual, he's definitely down for a friends with benefits type of deal.
Damiano: He's someone who looks slutty on the outside, but is a total softie on the inside. He likes to wait the longest, maybe going so far as to wait till you're exclusive and serious about starting a relationship together. But the wait will absolutely be worth it. He likes to make it special once he finally does sleep with you.
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┊ 𝙀𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝘿𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 ┊
🐦Ethan × reader
NSFW🔥 filthy smutathon
° Ethan Torchio/female reader insert
° making premature ejaculation work for you & your boyfriend
wordcount::: 6,326
° commissioned by dat boi jace(@punk-gremlin)💋 always a great time being on the same wavelength as you [requests are open but commissions get priority- there are 2 fics in cue, secure your own spot right here]
° [ITA:] principessa: princess - amore: love
It had been an incredible date, this was proving to be the norm in your relationship with Ethan. You didn’t think he was capable of taking you on a subpar date, even if he tried.
You were eight dates in, and he was still impressing you - taking you to places that you could brag about visiting and giving you nights full of sparks. He gave you butterflies each time he picked you up and none of your meals had been marred by awkward silences.
Tonight had seen you dining at a recently-opened seafood restaurant. Because it was so new, it was hard to get reservations, but his notable name got you into places without a fuss. Seafood was a favourite food that you shared, both of you intrigued by almost everything on the menu. This was more low-key than some of the other dates he had taken you on (axe throwing had been especially memorable). But that didn’t make it any less interesting. You had enjoyed getting to hear so many stories from his childhood trips to Costa Rica - a country you had never visited.
Everything had been so perfect. But by the time you arrived back to his place, you were pretty much done with keeping your hands to yourself. You were tired of (bordering on bored) being polite and acting according to society’s rules. This behaviour went against what you wanted. You wanted to get to the real main event of the night - him. All of the food had been delicious, but what was going to keep you buzzing into tomorrow was him and that amazing body.
Being back in his luxurious apartment had you inundated by memories of thrilling conclusions to other nights. They were recent and powerful, getting you to the point of practically salivating over experiencing more of that Heaven he could take you to.
Luckily for you, he was under no false pretences of why you were here. He didn’t waste your time pretending that you were here for a night cap or to see any souvenirs from Costa Rica.
You quickly found yourself in the master bedroom, your lipstick making a mess of his face and neck as he held your body close. Held up against the wall, you were kissing him with all of the enthusiasm that you had been keeping a lid on. Your hands had found their way into the open collar of his button-down, while his hands were pushing up the hem of your dress. You couldn’t recall who had started it, but you were immensely enjoying the steady grinding your bodies had set into.
You separated from his mouth, whimpering a little in response to the rising passion. “Mmn, I wanna fuck you.”
He paused, leaning back enough so that he could look you over with a furrowed brow. “Really, that’s what you want to do now that we're here?” You nodded, eagerly licking your lips. “I thought I was gonna turn the lights down so that we could share spooky stories.”
You laughed and gave his solid shoulder a shove. “Ethan…”
“What? I’m genuinely surprised that’s not what we came in here to do.” He said before dropping the farce. He showed you his more serious side, pinching your chin with his fingers to keep you looking at him. “I wanna fuck you too.”
You were smiling as he came in, initiating more kisses. But you didn’t let yourself get entirely carried away by this - not while you had an important point to make. “I mean that you don’t have to eat me out…”
This time he looked at you with sincere confusion. “But I like to- I love eating your pussy. Do you not like it? Did I go too hard or something last time? Because you can tell me to change anything at any time. I just really love making you feel good like that. I’ll do it any way you like-”
To silence him, you put one of your hands over his lipstick-smeared mouth. “It’s perfect, there is absolutely nothing wrong with how you eat pussy. I have no notes for your technique ‘cause there’s no part of it that I don’t enjoy. If there were such a thing- I’d give you an award for how great you are at it.
“But I just thought that for tonight, we could go straight into the fucking. You eat me out every single time. Maybe we could try things a bit differently tonight.” You said.
You weren’t prepared to see uncertainty on his face, but he nodded all the same. “Yeah, of course, we can try anything you like.” He briefly kissed you. “All that matters to me is that you come.”
“Well, are we gonna talk about it for the rest of the night, or are we gonna do it?” You asked.
He smiled as he lowered his centre of gravity slightly and relocated his hands to the backs of your thighs. He gripped you here, fingers digging into your skin as he lifted you off of the ground. You wrapped your arms securely around his neck as your heart began racing. Without a single second of trepidation or unsteadiness, he carried you over to this bed. You were invigorated by the ride, stealing a couple of kisses from him as he crossed the room.
You didn’t release your arms from around him, so when he lowered you to the bed, he was pulled down as well. You kissed him more as he laid down on top of you. You lifted your legs from the mattress and wrapped them around his waist, tensing them so as to keep him securely in place. After a whole night of holding back, you had a lot of time to make up for.
Your bodies fitting comfortably together, he started to grind on you again. You reached your hands into his loose hair as you enjoyed this friction. He buried his tongue into your mouth as his hands gripped your back, making you feel so wonderfully secure. Your cheeks rushed with heat as you noticed something below the waistband of his pants digging into you. You were still fully clothed, but the promise of nudity and more already had him erect. It was so flattering, just another testament of how into you this unbelievable man was.
A brief pause was taken so that you could each get undressed and he could grab a condom. He asked if there were any specific positions that you were craving. You didn’t care if it made you seem vanilla, you said missionary - ready to be obsessed with, knowing there was nothing more erotic than seeing him on top of you.
He turned down your offer of helping to apply the condom. So you just got comfortable on his bed, keeping your legs parted as you laid your head down on the pillow. As you took this opportunity to admire his body, you noticed him doing the same to you.
Then he began to get into position, filling the available area between your thighs. He braced himself with his hands on the pillow as he moved in closer than before. He appeared to be putting some concentration into this, his brow furrowed to go along with the serious expression he now wore.
Meanwhile you couldn’t help but smile, knowing that there was nowhere better than your current position. Your fingers played with his cascading hair, refusing to allow it to hide his handsome face at all. As you ran your fingers through the long locks, you found the singular plait that started at the nape of his neck and you wound the thin plait around your pointer finger. This was his ‘secret’ plait, not there for any particular reason. You had to be very close to even know of its existence - there was something so intimate about that, making you appreciate it more, giving it significance.
“Principessa.” He said, the pet name always made you feel precious. That was especially true now as he started to bury his dick into you.
You relished the feeling of your cunt stretching to accommodate him as he came in even closer - you were ready to feel him as close as possible. Your heart was consistently racing now, each time you were daunted by the size of him, needing an opportunity to settle in. But it did nothing to dampen your excitement and you could hardly wait to explore everything that took you from daunted to satisfied beyond belief.
That serious look remained on his face and you assumed he was worrying over hurting you. You took it upon yourself to show him how much you were enjoying yourself. You kept one hand playing with his hair, while you wrapped an arm around his shoulders, easing his chest closer to yours. You lifted your head, getting close enough to cover his mouth in enthusiastic kisses.
At first he couldn’t quite keep up with you, his breathing somewhat laboured between kisses. Then his mouth was responding more, it seemed that his focus was shifting and the two of you began to find a synergy. All the while, he was moving deeper into you and you expressed your appreciation by kissing him harder.
You chased greater proximity by wrapping one of your legs around his waist. You worked your hips, eagerly pumping yourself closer to him. As you further explored the fun to be had with your current range of movement, you swiped your tongue at his lips.
Instead of letting you into his mouth, he was breaking the kiss altogether. His head somewhat slumped, mostly falling out of your field of vision. For the moment you placed your concentration on mastering your movements.
On top of you, you could feel his uncontrolled shivering. He met each of your hip snaps with his own powerful yet unpredictable movements. These thrusts were accompanied by his heavy breathing, the occasional moan falling from his lips to denote his efforts. On either side of your head, his hands were curled into tight fists and you admired the way his muscular arms bulged as they framed you.
You felt him letting you take the lead and you sought for a maintainable pace. You gained almost all of his length into your cunt, enjoying this with your continuing rocking.
“Yes, Ethan.” You whimpered as his reckless movements invited new sensitivities into your body. “Give it to me.”
“Oh.” He gasped, following his hips slamming into yours.
Shakily, he rocked himself back again. But you were quickly thrusting yourself forward, your pussy greedy for more spellbinding stimulation. You pushed his hair back from one side of his face, instantly revealing the expression he wore, almost frowning, with deep lines all over his features. It was a look you had seen before, when the two of you had had a Netflix and Chill date, watching the documentary Our Father together. You hadn’t seen it mid-fuck before and you weren’t sure it suited the scenario.
You endeavoured to kiss it off of his face. You started on his cheek, kissing across his cheek, towards where his mouth was hanging open. He didn’t respond much, seemingly too caught up in the reactions he was gaining from your rutting.
You pushed your lips against his, but you couldn’t follow this up with anything more. He was soon turning his face away, it was only slightly, but you noticed it all the same.
You tried to not apply any meaning or emotions to it, just trying again. He dodged you again, a bit more noticeably this time around. His eyes were squeezed shut and with his face slightly turned from yours, it was almost like he was avoiding this connection with you. So much for not applying meaning to his actions…
“Ethan, is something wrong?” You asked, feeling a bit too vulnerable for your liking.
He paused, falling out of the pacing that you had been slowing. “Huh? No, I’m fine…”
You didn’t care for this answer, and he still wasn’t looking at you. “Are you sure? The vibe is kind of off.”
He stopped moving altogether, letting out a shaky sigh. “I’m just trying not to come.”
“What? Why? What are you talking about?” You asked, this abrupt change almost totally throwing you out of your mood.
He finally opened his eyes to look at you. “Do we really have to talk about this right now?”
“Yes.” You said, cupping his face in your hands. “I don’t want you to hold anything back from me, especially not while we’re fucking.”
He pulled out, rocking his weight back onto his knees to create some distance between you. “I have this thing where I always come super fast. Prematurely, some might say. And it’s really disappointing for the woman. I didn’t want that to happen ‘cause you’re not close, not even a bit. Am I right?”
You sat up. “Well, yeah but-...”
“I really like you and the last thing that I want is to let you down in any way.” He said and you were grateful when he let you hold his hand with yours. “I don’t wanna be a shit lay for you, I’m trying really hard not to be because you deserve the best. You deserve to not have someone come so fucking fast that it’s over before you really get to enjoy yourself. You deserve someone with the right amount of stamina to live up to your expectations. And I’m trying to be that-...”
You silenced him by crawling over to place yourself in his lap, instantly wrapping an arm around his shoulders. You put your hand to his cheek so you could direct him to look at you. “My only expectation is for us to have fun together. And if you having fun means you come quickly, then come quickly, amore.”
“You say that now, but it’s-”
“I say it ‘cause I mean it.” You said, leaning in closer so that he had no choice but to meet your eye - you had never seen him this insecure before. “Actually, it’s kinda hot. Some people have these strong poker faces when it comes to sex, it’s impossible to tell if they’re having a good time or not. But you’re so honest with how much you love it that you can’t even hold back, you can’t wait to come and hit that highest high.
“It’s sexy to know that I can drive you so wild like that.” You took the opportunity to press a soft kiss to his mouth. “Will you let me drive you wild?”
“Are you sure it’s not a turn off?” He asked.
You changed how you were sitting on him, moving so that you could straddle him and push more of your body against his. “The opposite. I think it would be physically impossible for you to do anything that could turn me off.” You were pleased when he let you kiss him some more, finally beginning to kiss you back. “Can I show you how much it turns me on?”
“If you’re sure about-...”
You cut him off and with your hands on his shoulders, you began to push him down. “No more expectations. Get out of your head and just be here with me, Ethan.” You got him down on his back. “Come when you wanna and let’s have fun with each other’s bodies.”
You didn’t think he looked entirely convinced, your words wouldn’t be enough to dismantle his insecurities at once - especially because this seemed like more than just a passing anxiety.
But he didn’t have any further arguments against your points, and this was good news to you. The good news continued when, upon laying your body on top of his, you discovered that his erection hadn’t gone away. You wrapped your hand around it, pleased to find he was still in an aroused state, similar to you.
As you kissed him, you started to stroke your hand up-and-down his shaft. He kissed you back, helping you release the worry that he might not be into this. Now you could put your concentration on feeling his body’s reactions, which were so exciting that you were soon finding yourself firmly in the mood again.
He didn’t ask you to slow down, instead he was holding you tighter as he kept up with your kisses. You braced yourself with your knees on the mattress as you repositioned your hips. You kept stroking him as you directed his head towards your awaiting pussy.
You felt him suck in a quick breath when you started to bury his cock inside of your cunt. There was that moment of being daunted again, but nothing was going to deter you. You let the greediness inspire you.
“Oh…” He moaned as he broke away from the kiss.
Your clenching walls were taking in more of his length and you could hear him thoroughly losing his breath again. You kept easing yourself down, wanting to get back to what both of you had been enjoying earlier.
“It’s okay, it’s okay.” You said, waiting for that moment when you felt his body relax.
There were a few soft kisses shared. But the majority of your focus went to discovering how your bodies could move together in this new position. He let you take the lead again and your eager grinding on him developed into bucking. You worked your hips, so happy to give into the rush of desires.
You were still so worked up (the sensitivities in your pussy had hardly faded away during that little discussion/intermission), each collision invigorating you more and you didn’t hesitate to increase your speed. You found a consistent pace to stroke yourself up-and-down his erection, gaining more thrilling stimulations for yourself as he writhed beneath you. Your cunt stretched accordingly, letting you pursue everything that could come from these quick movements.
With his hair splayed out on the bed around his head, you could enjoy an uninterrupted view of his face. He held his eyes shut and although some frown lines were still visible, his expression wasn’t as extreme as before. He had lost some of his seriousness as he resisted far less.
“It’s okay, amore.” You said as you felt more of his body responding.
His hands took on the appearance of claws, his fingers digging into you as he held you so tight. You could feel the need in him, especially in his enthusiastic responses to your bucking. And it made you want to give him more.
His hips jutted up into you, not always matching your timing. But you didn’t allow this to throw you off of your momentum because it felt so promising. You tensed your thighs against his hips and gave him back the energy that he showed you.
As you mercilessly pushed one another up to that edge, there were moments of synchronisation. These impacted you much deeper, noises falling from your lips as you felt these true threats to your composure. But they were few and far between. With his thrusting so unpredictable, you couldn’t capture them for yourself, leaving you unable to unlock that greater pleasure.
He left all control behind, whimpering through his constant, yet inconsistent movements. Until, with one final snap of his hips, he captured the peak for himself, quickly disappearing over the edge.
You couldn’t enjoy watching what the orgasm did to him. Because he was swiftly taking his hands off of you so that he could cover his face with them. He groaned into his hands as he fell back to the mattress, his body slumping.
You stilled yourself, letting this moment be all about him as you stroked his chest. “It’s-”
“You weren’t even close, were you?” He asked, interrupting you.
“It doesn’t matter to-”
“All my ex-girlfriends hated it. I didn’t want to embarrass myself like this in front of you.” He said and his disappointment was clear.
You put your fingers around his wrist but he wasn’t going to let his hands be taken from his face so easily. “Ethan, why are you embarrassed? I like it, this is what I wanted. I’m really into it. I’m so happy that you came for me, can’t you be happy too? I mean, it did feel good, didn’t it?”
He lowered his hand, looking at you with one eye. “Of course it did. I wouldn’t have come if your pussy didn’t feel so amazing.” You smiled at that, wanting to hear more - not just for the benefits to your ego, but because he was sounding less miserable now that you were on this topic. “You left me with no choice. Especially with you on top like that- fucking spectacular.”
“Spectacular?” You repeated.
“Yeah, I would say that’s the correct way to sum it up.” He said.
“Good, I wanna make you feel spectacular.” You said. “You really have no idea how hot it is that you want me so bad you can’t hold off.”
He took his other hand off of his face so that he could stroke your arm. “Well you’re fucking sexy.”
“So are you, Ethan. So are you.” You said, leaning in and kissing him a few times. “And it has nothing to do with expectations or stamina, or any other shit. You just are and you turn me on so much, so stop wasting my time being embarrassed.
“You must be very sensitive.” You said of his dick, still nestled inside of you. “Do you want me to get off?”
“No. I mean, yes, but no.” He said. “Yes, I am sensitive, really sensitive. But no, you don’t need to move off. Obviously you can if that’s what you want. But don’t worry about me when you’re making your decision. If this is how you want to come, then by all means, stay put.”
“It kind of sounds like you’re encouraging me to use your body.” You said.
“Oh, absolutely, I am.” He said, nodding his head.
You grinned as you began to sit up, rocking your body weight down towards your pelvis. “I’ll use you, I’ll use you to make me feel so fucking spectacular.”
“Amazing, that’s exactly what I want.”
You gained your balance and slid yourself further down his shaft. He was done with hiding his face, now his eyes were wide and watching every single thing that you did. You loved his attention, you didn’t shy away from it, too elated for shame. You could see the admiration in his eyes and it was so clear that he was out of his negative headspace, able to enjoy himself now. That made you swell up with pride.
You started to ride him. “I’m gonna use you so hard.”
“Yes.” His voice was quieter now and he put his hands to your hips.
You grinned, you were truly bordering on cocky now. “I’m gonna treat you like one of my toys.”
He bit into his bottom lip, but this did nothing to contain the moan he was making. Watching his eyelids flutter, your face lit up. A blush began coming into his cheeks - this one was meant to be celebrated.
“You like that idea, huh?” You said and he nodded, still appearing slightly bashful. “I like it too.” You put more power into your next swing forward, getting ready to abandon all restraint. “Come on, be a good toy and make me come.”
“Yes.” He said with another moan as you kept moving. “Yes, that’s all I want.”
You were confident in your movements, locking into the need that was so present. You could feel yourself elevating from the tingles that had been populating your body while he captured his orgasm. They had felt good, but you knew there was more you could claim, prompting you to drive yourself harder into him.
You were ready to work yourself to the explosions that would overshadow the tingles altogether. You didn’t struggle to find the right momentum and you put all of your effort towards rutting into him, as quickly as you needed. You were no longer daunted, settling into the ideal speed.
You felt him writhing beneath you, leaving his embarrassment behind as he grinded to meet your persistent pounding. Upon viewing his body from this new perspective, you couldn’t help thinking that you had found a sight more erotic than being beneath him. The power that you felt went directly to your head, wanting to intoxicate you. As you watched his every reaction (they were getting bigger, less restrained), it made you hunger to uncover what else you could draw out of him. How would he feel when you controlled him more?
“Can I rub that clit?” He asked through his laboured breathing.
“Yes.” You answered at once. “Hell yes, baby.”
He propped himself up with his elbows and his gaze went down to your cunt. He reached a hand out, coming at you with his index finger extended. He pushed this between your labia majora, getting at where your clit was already swollen from the surge of blood into this concentrated area. He rubbed the tight bundle of nerves lightly, moving his finger gently up-and-down.
“I miss how it tastes.” He said, playing his finger in a swirl around the hood, before taking it away.
His eyes moved back to your face as he placed the finger into his mouth. You maintained eye contact, fascinated by the way he licked this moisture off of his digit. There was something so seductive in how he was looking at you, letting you enjoy the connection that had been lacking earlier.
Your chest expanded, so full of anticipation, when he returned his finger to your clit. He worked it over with more pressure, maintaining contact and giving you something you could truly sink into.
The intensity was immediate, reaching deeper than his touch. It radiated out, shudders that went straight to your core, where the greatest pleasure could be unlocked.
With the tension increasing inside of you, your walls gripped to him tighter. Your hips gave an excited, unexpected stutter forward. Instead of trying to get back to your momentum, you embraced this new, quicker rhythm. You pummelled into him, giving yourself no time for recovery as the excitement bubbled up, more with each circle his finger completed.
“I- ah, ah…” He gasped, leaning back again. “I think I’m gonna come ah-again…” His hips moved to their own desperate rhythm. “Yep, I’m gonna-gonna, I’m gonna...”
“Yes, yes, do it for me, Ethan.” You said.
He gave a loud whimper to greet his next climax, then fell back entirely. His eyes were shut but no attempts were made to cover his face and you watched how he reacted, the expression on his face relaxing. There weren’t any of the earlier hints of worry, this was clearly a state of bliss.
Even though it appeared that he was tired, ready to just concentrate on his afterglow - he didn’t stop rubbing your clit. This kept you feeling those shudders and it made you unwilling to stop. You eagerly continued working yourself on his dick, still gaining the benefits of this unrelenting tempo.
You were soon in a frenzy, your whole body lit up with powerful stimulations. Your hips snapped endlessly forward and each collision let you feel those shudders harder.
You chased as they became cracks in your composure. Then they were bursting you open, incredible explosions gripping your body. You threw your head back, vocalising your triumph as you got lost in the lust.
You were joyful in your release and you stayed at this height. Beyond your control, and with limited coordination, you continued to move. You were still jackhammering your hips because this momentum was too rewarding to abandon yet, even as the fatigue wanted to creep in.
He came back into your awareness by springing up and wrapping his arms around your body. He was still moving as well, invested in his own pacing. You could feel the reckless nature of his bucking, sacrificing getting his breath back for this rhythm. You wrapped your arms around him, knowing you weren’t in the right state to give him much more - matching him was truly beyond your current capabilities.
“Oh, God…” He moaned, his hot face pressed into your neck. “Oh God, guh-ung. I’m- I’m… ah!”
He almost threw you off with his next energetic spasm, but there was nothing after that. The two of you fell into inactivity, clinging to one another through this quiet.
“Did you… again?” You asked.
“Yeah.” He said with a little chuckle. “When does the amount of orgasms get ridiculous?”
“I don’t think there’s a strict rule on that.” You said, running your fingers through his hair. “I asked you not to hold back, and- I guess you’re really enjoying this pussy, eh?”
He leaned back so he could look up at you. “So, so, so, so much.”
You stroked the hair away from his sweaty face, admiring the look he wore. “Maybe I should stay where I am?” His instant response was to tighten his arms around you. “I was thinking about how crazy sensitive you must be, so it seems like the right thing to do- to climb off and give you a chance at recovering.”
He persistently shook his head. “Uh-uh, I don’t want you to move off. I wanna keep you right here, if you’ll let me.”
“Wow, you like this pussy a lot, huh? It’s like you can’t get enough of it.” You said, the flattery glittering in your veins.
“Not yet.” He said and you noticed that he had gently started to thrust again. It was so subtle that you could have missed it, absolutely nothing like his earlier vigour. But the intention was definitely there - he was still so hard inside of you.
“How can you still be so needy?” You asked.
He leaned in closer, lining his mouth up with yours. “You just feel so, so good.”
You smiled after he kissed you. “You need this pussy, don’t you?”
He nodded and you hoped the obedience in his gaze would remain for a while because you weren’t done enjoying it and the way it made your heart flutter.
“Yes, I do.” He answered in a quiet voice.
You kissed him and his pumps were getting to be more persistent. Your hot body rubbed on his, all of these tantalising sensations were the perfect chaser to your orgasm. It wasn’t about pushing yourself to match him, it was about letting him work out the rest of this energy.
Chest-to-chest, you remained sitting on top of him. Your thighs squeezed at his hips as he bucked up into you.
“Do you think you’ve got another one in you?” You asked.
His building pace didn’t falter. “Let’s find out.”
With his eyes shut, he totally missed the way you were staring at him. You couldn’t help it, you loved everything about how he looked right now. It was an infatuation deeper than anything you had experienced before as you felt privileged to behold him in this state. He continued to hold nothing back - something important had been conquered here tonight.
You shifted on top of him as you felt some of his impacts shaking your core. It wasn’t consistent, but it was very enticing each time it happened. It had you starting to lose your breath before you initiated the next kiss. As he took the lead with these movements, he let you take the lead with kissing and soon your tongue was in his mouth.
This endless give and take between your bodies was intoxicating, you understood why he wanted to indulge in it some more.
You felt yourself clenching up again, whimpering against his mouth a little. With more energy coming back to you, you began to think about the possibility of coming with him. You were taken with the idea at once and your hand curled into a fist around his hair as you picked up your own tempo. You didn’t know if a moment so perfect was likely to happen, but you chased it with hungry pumps.
As your lungs burned for air, your mouth left his so that you could just rest your head against his. You let all of your effort go down to your throbbing pussy, which probably wasn’t going to be getting a break soon. You did your best to meet his wild jackhammering.
“Oh, oh, oh…” He let out a choked sob.
Your other hand went into his hair as well, needing something to grip as you found yourself riding that edge again. You wound that thin plait around your finger, unable to resist the urge to tug on his hair a little.
“Ah, ah… here I- yes, fuck, fuck.” He panted, writhing up into you one final time.
Almost immediately after this he was pulling away. You realised that your chance for another climax was gone, but you accepted this as okay, you still had plenty of wonderful sensations swarming your system - the next best thing to an orgasm. There would be opportunities to match him orgasm-for-orgasm in the future. Right now you didn’t want to push him further into exhaustion for something that might not happen, so you lived vicariously through his release.
It hadn’t been enough to just pull out, he had taken it upon himself to reposition entirely. Gasps and other incoherent sounds narrated his every movement. He got himself turned around and to where he could lay his head down on the pillow.
“Oh, I think- I overdid it.” He said. “Holy shit, my cock is too sensitive to be alive right now. Shit… I have never come that many times at once before.”
“Really?” You asked as you eased yourself up closer to him, not wanting to make him feel crowded straight away.
His eyes drifted over to you, but they weren’t entirely focused. “Yeah, four fucking times, that’s crazy.”
You couldn’t help but stroke the inside of his thigh. “This pussy is the only one that can make you come so fucking much, eh? See, we can still have fun. You just have to be open to new experiences.”
His eyes looked a little glassy as he watched you lay down next to his body. “I can’t believe how cool and okay and adaptive you’re being about all of this.”
“Well start believing it, baby.” You said, caressing across his forehead. “I’m not going to let anything keep me from enjoying you as much as possible. I meant every word that I said, Ethan- this is hot as Hell to me.”
“You’re amazing.” He said.
You gave his chest a playful poke. “No, you are amazing. And there’s not a single thing about yourself that you should feel embarrassment over.” You treasured the look on his face, knowing that your words were having an actual impact on him. “So, is that why your technique is always to start with cunnilingus? You wanna get me all worked up and happy, and then I’m so excited about my orgasm that I don’t notice how quote-unquote early yours is?”
“Kinda. But I do genuinely love doing it, and seeing how it’s been working for us has made me wanna keep doing it.” He said.
“Relax, it’s not mandatory. We can have sex any which way, we can experiment with anything you want.” You said. “I don’t want you to feel pressured to do things a certain way. You don’t have to do anything extra ‘cause you just being you is amazing enough for me.”
He smiled. “You’re being so sweet and romantic and making me feel so good by saying all of the right things. But I- I actually have nothing to say back. I hope that doesn’t make it sound like I don’t care, ‘cause I do. It’s just- literally all I can think about is that my brain is as drained as my balls.” You couldn’t help but giggle at that. “Is that bad, does that kill the mood? I just really, super overdid it.”
“It’s okay, I promise. I wasn’t saying those things to prompt you into saying anything back, I just wanted you to hear them, you deserve to hear them.” You said. You gave him a kiss on the forehead before you sat up. “You also deserve some water, which I’m gonna go get for you, my little cum-drunk angel.”
You didn’t require his guidance to find your way around the apartment. You fetched a glass and began filling it with chilled water. You weren’t lamenting the way that orgasm had slipped beyond your grasp at seemingly the last second. You were too busy celebrating all the good things that had happened, leading to this strictly positive resolution.
As you walked back to the bedroom, your mind did start to wander. You were thinking about other things you could try out sexually, now that he was willing to break out of his rigidity. What else could you do to pull him even further out of his shell? Surely there was something you could do that would lead him to more moments of feeling obedient - because this was a side you were truly excited to explore.
You didn’t get the chance to share any of these thoughts with him. Upon arriving back to the bedroom, you found him asleep. He didn’t rouse, not even as you sat down on the mattress beside him. You drank the water, feeling perfectly content as you admired him, caressing his smooth forehead from time-to-time.
“If we keep this up, maybe I’ll fuck all of those insecurities out of you.” You said and you leaned down, kissing him on the cheek. His head turned slightly in your direction, but his eyes remained shut. You laid down, wrapping your arms snugly around him as you soon joined him in slumber.
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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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Free use with Måneskin Headcanons ♡
These are just some of my thoughts regarding how Måneskin would use a free use agreement!
Cw: established relationship, f!reader, cnc
Damiano
oh, he'd be a fan
we all know how comfortable damiano is in his skin and with his sexuality (as are all of them)
i also think he'd be very experimental, wanting to try most things at least once, so when you brought up the topic he was game immediately
it didn't take long for him to cash in on the agreement, practically vibrating with excitement as he spotted that one necklace around your neck
he'd spend the day bending you over furniture whenever you were least expecting it, leaving you a shaky and drooling mess every time
i also think he'd use it in a rather exhibitionistic way, mainly using it to fuck you while you have guests in the other room, hands held tightly behind your back so you could barely muffle your moans and whines for him
while i don't think it'd be one of his top kinks, i think he'd like it
"fuck, i can't believe you're letting me do this, amore. y'know the rest of the band is downstairs, you want them to hear you being a slut for me? better stay quiet then if you don't~"
Victoria
in victoria's case, i think she'd constantly be a pain
the second she sees the consent necklace she's teasing and touching you until you're practically dripping for her
then she'd bring you to the brink of an orgasm, just to pull away. multiple times.
usually she likes doing this by either eating you out or fingering you, but sometimes she'll experiment with having you ride her thigh maybe
of course she'd be clothed (at least wearing pants) while you'd be naked, making you drag your dripping cunt all over the rough denim of her jeans all while teasing you
she'd only let up after she's decided you've begged and made her cum enough
"aww, look at you, cucciola, i've barely done anything and you're already such a mess.. look at what a mess you're making on my jeans, you know how hard that'll be to get out? i don't think you deserve to cum after that"
Ethan
in my opinion he'd use your agreement rather sparingly
in fact you might think he'd already forgotten about it when he first makes use of this agreement
in reality, he just needs to be a certain mood (tense, frustrated, pent up)
so he'd use free use to fuck you hard, using your body as a pliant little toy for his pleasure
he'd have your body thrown over the arm of the couch in a heartbeat, eager hands already having stripped you before
after that it wouldn't take long for him to start pounding into you, not bothering to hit any of your good spots while his fingers dug into the skin of your hips, pulling on your hair, locking you in a chokehold, sure to leave bruises all while reminding you that you were just a doll for him to fuck and use as he pleased
the feeling of being nothing but a toy had you spiraling and coming despite him not hitting that spongy spot inside of you or touching your clit
he was quick to jump onto this though, telling you how your body knew it was just meant to be used by him
"cazzo, puttana, you're so fucking tight around me. just a little toy for me to use and dump my cum in, isn't that right? my dumb little doll"
Thomas
i also think he wouldn't use it often, but when he does he'd be the polar opposite to ethan
he'd just want to make you feel good, take care of you
he'd spend hours buried between your thighs, using his fingers and tongue to get you off again and again
during this he might rut against the bed, whimpering pathetically against your folds as he finally came in his pants almost purely from pleasing you
i do think he'd naturally take a rather submissive role in the bedroom, just wanting you to feel good
he'd feel bad using you to get off, no matter how often you tell him it's okay
"you taste so sweet, dolcezza, fuck- could be here all day long, please, c'mon, i know you can give me one more- just one more, micetta, please-"
A/N: hi! i've never written for måneskin before and i'm a new fan, so i hope it fits in alright!
#maneskin smut#maneskin fanfiction#maneskin#victoria de angelis smut#victoria de angelis#damiano david#damiano david smut#ethan torchio#ethan torchio smut#thomas raggi#thomas raggi smut
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Pumpkin Spicy Night
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Måneskin (all of them)
summary: you had great plans for a Halloween night, which got changed by mother nature herself, yet in the end, it turns out much better than you hoped for
word count: 4.3k
contents: SMUT
author’s note: I tried to make it at least a little spooky, my first longer fic after a break so i hope you’ll like it, and well, it includes everyone so🎃
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It started as a perfect, sunny day. Nothing indicated that nature would soon ruin and change the plans you made for that night. Halloween was always special to you, but this year even more than usual. Vic called you a day before and said that she wants to take you as her plus one to a party on the outskirts of Rome. You were friends for a while now, but after one of the weekends you two spent alone in their house, you became more than that.
You gave in to the sexual tension that was in the air and spent the most passionate night together. From that day you had casual, wild sex with no bigger commitment. It seemed like the best option for you and where you were in your life. Some harmless fun with no strings attached.
You were really excited after her call, it was a promise of a great night in the best company you could possibly think of. Besides a good sexual match, you were actually great friends. You grabbed a bag full of different costume options, some makeup and car keys. Soon later you were in her room, sitting on the edge of her bed with your legs dangling from it. Vic was in the process of going through her closet, trying to find a lacy top she wanted to wear.
“Maybe you left it at Nica’s?” You asked with a faint smile, watching her growing frustration as she kept tossing the clothes around.
“No, I called her already, fucking hell where is it?!”
“Maybe Thomas borrowed it?” You leaned back on your elbows and frowned. “Damn, look at these clouds…”
Vic turned around and came closer to a window, she moved the curtains to the side and sighed. The sky got dark, the entire room looked as if someone switched the lights off.
“Yeah, it seems like a storm is coming, a big one.” She turned to you, and at the same time, a flash of big lightning ripped the sky in half, making you widen your eyes. “Oh, that was impressive.” She said and her words were followed by a loud thunder which made the widows shake.
“I don’t know if we’ll make it to the party before it hits.” You whispered, sitting up straight.
“Well…” Vic smirked and walked over to the bed. She climbed on the bed and sat behind you. “We could just stay here and entertain ourselves otherwise.” She purred, leaning over to your ear, and pushing your hair aside. She placed a wet kiss on your neck, slipping her arms around you.
“Don’t you want to go?” You asked with hesitation in your voice. Her hands cupped your breasts and gently squeezed them. You let out a sigh.
“Oh, you still want to?” Vic asked with a chuckle. She grabbed the hem of your top and started pulling it up, to finally take it off you and throw it aside. “I think your body says something else…”
“Uh huh yeah maybe…maybe we can stay.” You mumbled as she unclipped and slid the bra off your body.
Vic kissed your neck, her one hand was teasing your bare nipple, flicking it and pinching it from time to time. Her other hand found its way between your thighs, brushing the damp material of your panties.
“God, you’re so desperate already…” She mumbled and moved the material aside, making you gasp as her fingers touched your soaked pussy.
Her fingers danced around your folds slowly, teasing your clit and spreading your wetness around. She sat close behind your back, stretching her legs around you. She hooked them under your calves and pulled your legs apart, exposing you more. You reached behind and tangled your hand in her hair, gasping and whining under her touch.
“Fuck I need to taste you…” She purred into your ear, taking away her fingers.
Vic moved away and took your hand. You turned around and grabbed her chin, pulling her into a passionate kiss. You helped her out of her top and pushed her on her back, got rid of your panties and straddled her. You placed your hands on her bare tits, teasing them gently, making her sigh in pleasure. Vic watched you with a grin, her beautiful, blue eyes giving you comfort, she kept stroking your thighs, encouraging you to move higher. Finally, your pussy was only inches from her chin, she looked at you and smiled.
“Good girl…” She purred.
Vic pulled you down on her lips and placed an intense kiss on your clit. You screamed and bucked your hips forward. She kept swirling her tongue around your clit, kissing and teasing you, faster and faster. You were already close when she started, her warm tongue was just perfect, pushing you over the edge. She spanked your ass loudly.
“Ride my face, baby…” She mumbled, and that was all you needed.
Your hips started swaying back and forth, the blissful friction got you screaming and gasping erratically. The loud noise synched with huge lighting which drowned the room in a blue glow. You came with a loud cry, grasping her hair, riding out your high.
“Shhh!”
“What?” You mumbled, looking down at her with hazy eyes, still trying to catch your breath.
“Did you hear that?” She asked with a serious look.
“No…it’s probably wind or…” A loud bang coming from downstairs interrupted you.
“Yeah, I don’t think so…” Vic said with a nervous tone and patted your thigh. You got off her and sat on the bed with shaky legs.
“Maybe it's Thomas?” You asked, picked up her goodie and put it on. Vic grabbed her top.
“Thomas is asleep in his room, and the noise is coming from downstairs.” She kept looking at the door, biting her thumb.
“What about Damiano? Ethan, maybe?” You put a hand on her shoulder and gave her a light squeeze, feeling how tense she was,
“Ethan left an hour ago, Damiano is visiting his mother today. Fuck…” she sighed and looked at you. “We need to go and check.
“No….Vic, no, that’s the main reason why people die in horror movies, come on.” You tried to grab her hand, but she was faster. Vic stood up and grabbed the candlestick. She yanked the candle out and threw it aside.
“Vic, love, do you want to fight a ghost with…this?” You could barely hold back the laughter, but Vic seemed awfully serious.
“Oh sure, laugh at me, I want to see you fighting a burglar with a damn cross and holy water.” She scoffed and looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “Exactly, now let’s go. And be quiet.”
The whole situation seemed a little ridiculous, maybe it was the fault of endorphins rushing through your system, but you were struggling to take Vic seriously, while she was sneaking up on a mysterious noise. Your smile faded away as soon as you stepped out of the room. The house was drowning in darkness, the thunders were making you wince every few seconds. The howling wind got into the house through an open window, rattling ominously against the wall. Vic closed it and grabbed your hand. She gave you an encouraging look before taking the first step downstairs. You squeezed her hand hard, now genuinely scared of what you might find. The storm seemed like a perfect time to break into someone’s house. The noises were muffled, and people would pay less attention to them. You finally got to the living room. The cold, stone floor was making you shiver, the room was dark, lit only by lightning ripping the sky apart every few seconds. It was one of the scariest storms you’ve seen in a while. Vic Pulled you towards the kitchen, then the studio, and a bathroom. Nobody was there. You checked the front door which was locked, just the way Vic left them when you came over.
“One place left,” Vic whispered and pointed towards the dark corridor leading to the laundry room and the garage. She clicked the light switch but nothing changed. The power was out.
“Maybe let’s get a flashlight or…” You tried your best, but Vic was already grabbing the handle of the door leading to the garage. The next thing you could hear was her scream.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?! Do you want me to have a heart attack?!” She yelled, and her words were followed by chaotic smacking of…someone.
“Calm down, are you insane?!” Ethan covered himself from her punches.
“Jesus Christ what are you sneaking up like that?!” Vic threw the candlestick aside and put her hands on her hips, her face was red and her nostrils flared up. She was furious, he must’ve scared her a lot.
“I was on my way to a party and I saw the dark clouds, so I came back here to get a car. Just in time, it started raining when I got here. And the power went out and I couldn’t open out fucking electric door!” He ended up with a raised voice and a light kick aimed at the car tire. “Sorry, hi y/n.” He gave you a faint smile, “I didn’t mean to scare you two.”
“Hi.” You mumbled quietly.
“Well you interrupted us something important so don’t expect me to forgive you so quickly,” Vic said and pouted, cocking her head to the side.
“Oh really?” he asked, looking you two up and down in a pale light coming from outside. You were barely clothed, had messy hair and smudged lipstick, Vic wasn’t any more representable. He smirked. “Oh, I see, judging by looks and moods I assume it was your turn now hmm?” He cooed to Vic and turned to you. “Well since I’m already late to the party, and you’re probably not going anywhere either…” He bit his lip and kept staring at you with a grin.
“Oh I’m sorry, are you trying to fuck her or…?” Vic scoffed and stepped a little closer, wrapping her arms around your waist. “Would you like that, cucciola? I can tell him to fuck off…” He whispered into your ear, her warm breath tickled your skin.
“Well, to be fair…I wouldn’t mind.” You said quietly and looked at Ethan, who already had a big, proud grin on his face. You were open to anything, and Ethan was definitely one of the people you couldn’t say no to. He had this mystic aura around him, seemingly stoic, but so damn hot. And well, there were rumours you’ve heard that needed to be tested.
“Deal, but I won’t just look, I hope you’re aware…” She said to Ethan and pulled you to the living room.
She pushed you onto the sofa and straddled you. Vic looked deeply into your eyes and smirked.
“Whore…” She whispered and pressed her lips to yours, kissing you deeply.
When she broke off the kiss, you saw a light behind her, spreading around a room with a nice orange glow. Ethan finished lighting some candles, he put a few blankets and pillows on the carpet and got rid of his shirt. He stepped closer, pushing his hair back, the candlelight made his muscles look even more defined. Ethan cupped your face with his big hand and stroked your cheek.
“You’re so gorgeous, I hope you know that, cucciola.” He brushed your lips as you smiled, and leaned closer to give you a soft kiss.
“Oh she knows, I make sure she hears that often,” Vic said with a hint of jealousy in her voice, you liked how possessive she was, but only around her bandmates. There was some kind of rivalry between them, very amusing to watch. But deep down you knew she didn’t mind sharing.
“Well never enough compliments, am I right?” Ethan whispered and started slowly unzipping the hoodie, exposing your bare breasts. He sighed and licked his lips when the candlelight shone on them. “So pretty and soft…”
He traced his finger down your neck, to your breast, circling your nipple before brushing it gently. You gasped quietly, making him hum. Vic knelt beside you and started stroking your leg, sneaking her hand higher and higher up your thigh, forcing you to widen your legs. Finally, she reached your bare pussy and cupped it with her hand. You closed your eyes and bit your lip.
“Fuck you’re so hot…”
Ethan’s hand wrapped around your throat in a light grip, you looked at him and parted your lips, unable to resist a sigh, Vic’s touch was getting more and more intense. You pressed your hand to his chest and started slowly dragging it down to the hem of his trousers. His breathing became louder as you put your hand over the growing bulge. You started unbuckling his trousers, staring at him with hazy eyes. Vic slipped her two fingers in, making you moan and grip Ethan’s arm.
“Can’t wait to bury my cock inside you…” Ethan purred into your ear, guiding your hand to his cock, you gave him a few slow strokes. He was thick and heavy, twitching under your touch. “You’re just aching for it, hmm?” He asked and winked at Vic who added another finger.
“We need to get you ready, baby.” She kissed your leg and chuckled.
“Please…I’m ready, I can’t….” You whined, giving Ethan a pleading look.
“Oh, are you begging?” He asked, pinning his dark eyes in you.
“Uh huh, I am…” You whined and moaned loudly as Vic started pumping her fingers faster.
Ethan grabbed you and commanded Vic to stop. He swiftly laid you on your back, on the blankets and pillows, making sure you were comfortable. He kicked his jeans aside and knelt in front of you. You kept watching him impatiently, spreading your legs wide, feeling no shame left. Ethan teased your clit with his tip for a moment, before slowly pushing in, stretching you around his thick cock. You moaned and grabbed the blanket so hard that your knuckles got white. He slowly pushed his entire length into you, and stroked your thighs with a proud grin.
“Such a good girl…” He mumbled between low grunts, picking up his pace.
Vic crawled closer to you and cupped your chin.
“Aww you didn’t think I’m going to sit and watch, did you? I think you owe me, love.”
She took off her top, straddled you and moved closer, till her pussy was only inches from your face. You placed both hands on her ass, squeezing it and pulling her down on your lips. Vic moaned and threw her head back, her long hair tickled your tummy. Ethan’s grip on your hips tightened as he started speeding up. Your moans sent vibrations against Vic’s clit, making her whine and wriggle, bucking her hips faster, grinding on your tongue. Ethan got louder and rougher, you felt that your body was slowly giving up. All you could do was to hold Vic still and have your tongue out while she rode it, chasing her release. As soon as she screamed, and moved away, still shaking in convulsions, you felt that you were only seconds away from bliss. She got off you and laid by your side, cooing sweet nothings into your ear and playing with your breasts. Soon the wave of orgasm washed over your body, and the only thing you could see was Ethan’s face in a grimace of orgasm as he came deep inside you with a loud moan. He slipped out of you and collapsed, wrapping an arm around your middle.
Your peaceful moment of rest was interrupted by a loud bang and an unsettling crack coming from the outside. The three of you jumped and looked at the giant window. The noise was followed by footsteps running down the stairs.
“What the fuck happened…here.” Thomas was still half asleep, holding onto his pillow, wearing nothing but boxers. He looked at the three of you with parted lips, clearly surprised to see you naked in the middle of the living room. “What…”
“I was about to go and see…” Ethan pulled on his underwear and threw a blanket on his back. He grabbed a big flashlight and opened the balcony door.
The gust of cold wind got into the living room, making you and Vic squeak before he closed them again. In all that chaos you briefly forgot that you were still naked. You turned around and glanced at Thomas, who was shamelessly staring at your tits. He cleared his throat and tried to fix the bent material of his boxers, giving up under his growing bulge.
“We got carried away, alright? Don’t be a perv…” Vic chuckled, making him blush.
“No, come on, I didn’t…” he started, a bit annoyed at her accusation.
“Vic, stop it, we’re literally in the middle of the living room. Besides…” you smirked at him “I don’t mind the audience.”
Thomas reciprocated the grin and chuckled. Vic looked at you with a raised eyebrow.
“You could’ve said earlier that you’d like to fuck them all, there were things I could’ve arranged.” She said and got nudged in the ribs by you. “So? Do you want to fuck them all?”
“Come on Vic, it’s not that I planned it…” you looked at her, her intense stare worked like a serum of truth. “Well yeah, I always considered them hot, maybe I fantasized about them once or twice…”
“You could’ve told me!” She smacked you with a pillow, “Not all of them are present but…” She glanced at Thomas, watching your bickering with curiosity. His bulge was still very much present, and the size of it made you wonder how great this night could be.
“Well,” Ethan interrupted you by opening the balcony door again and barging into the living room, soaking wet. “Seems like a branch of a tree broke and smashed our bin. But that’s all, no demons, no burglars.” He stopped and looked at Thomas, awkwardly trying to shield his crotch from him.
“Oh for fucks sake, don’t look at me like that.” Thomas mumbled with anger.”
“Oh no, I’m not judging you dude, I’m not this much of a hypocrite. Quite the opposite, I would encourage you…” he looked at you with a grin, “This one over here is damn good, and if she’s interested…”
“She is.” You said with a smile.
Thomas grabbed his cock through his boxers and smiled back. He summoned you with his finger and backed till his legs hit the sofa. Thomas sat down heavily and watched you crawl to him on all fours. You knelt in front of him, watching his pink cheeks, fluffy hair and lips parted from lust.
“Good girl.” He mumbled, and stroked your head.
You pulled on the waistband of his boxers and set his hardening cock free. Thomas gasped and bit his lip, grabbing a fistful of your hair. You grabbed him firmly and gave him a few strokes, happy with how he reacted to your touch. The moment your tongue slid over his skin he whined and pulled your hair, making you hum. The noises behind you suggested that Ethan and Vic sat on the other sofa and kept staring at your exposed ass. Thomas pushed your head down, encouraging you to take him in your mouth. It was hard to fit his entire cock in, but slowly you started bobbing your head, making quiet gurgling noises. He started grunting, now both his hands were holding your head, dictating you the rhythm. You felt how wet you were getting, almost dripping on the floor, aching to get him inside of you.
“Fcuking storm…what the hell did I miss?!” Damiano appeared out of nowhere, he must’ve used the garage door.
He looked at the four of you with a devilish smirk, the water was dripping from his clothes and hair. You lifted your head, and looked at him, with saliva mixed with precum dripping down your chin. Thomas still had his hands in your hair. The only semi-dressed person was Ethan, yet his boxers were slid down a little. He must’ve started playing with himself at the sight of that show. Vic’s hand was between her thighs, her flushed cheeks suggested that she was doing the same thing.
“Well? We’re having an orgy and nobody called me? Hi, yn.” He started taking off his shirt and threw it on the floor with a wet noise. He unbuckled his belt and looked at you. “Don’t worry, I’m just getting rid of this before I get a cold. Don’t mind me…” he said and kicked his jeans aside.
“Umm…well…” You looked at Thomas and raised your eyebrow. Thomas smirked and stroked your cheek.
“I think she wants to say that she wouldn’t mind having you here as well. Is that right?” Thomas asked and winked at you.
“Yeah well…there are things I always wanted to try with you two so…” You mumbled to Thomas and turned to Damiano. He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.
“Is that so?” He asked and looked at Thomas. “Thommy?”
“I don’t mind sharing…” he said while tucking a string of hair behind your ear.
“And…would your fantasy include having both of us in you at the same time? Is that what you had in mind?” He asked and walked closer, looking down at you with a grin. You nodded. “Well then…” Damiano leaned to Thomas and whispered into his ear. Thomas smiled and stood up.
They shuffled a little, Thomas laid on his back on the blankets and encouraged you to get down with him. You straddled him, allowing his hard cock to rub against your folds. He placed himself in such a way that you were facing the couch with Ethan and Vic, both playing with themselves, each of them with hands between their legs. Thomas started teasing you with his long fingers and sighed at how wet you were.
“You think you can take it, cucciola?” He mumbled, placing both hands on your hips.
You nodded and lifted yourself, to slowly lower yourself on his length. You took him slowly but in one go, feeling the wonderful stretch, spreading warmth over your body.
“Fuck she’s unbelievable…taking you so well…” Damiano’s raspy voice appeared out of nowhere.
He knelt behind you and started kissing your back, and neck, cupping both your breasts. He walked around to the front of you, his hardening cock in his hand, he leaned down and kissed you, slipping his tongue into your mouth. Thomas’ hips bucked up, making you moan against his lips. Damiano chuckled and placed himself behind you. You kept a slow pace with Thomas, knowing what else was coming. Soon you felt Damiano’s fingers, and the coldness of lube, circling your other hole. He kept kissing your back and neck, playing with your tits with his other hand. Thomas tightened the grip on your hips, speeding up a little bit. Damiano slipped his finger in your ass, slowly at first, but seeing your reaction he hummed satisfied.
“Feels good?” He purred into your ear.
“Yeah…” You mumbled and turned your head a little to him. “More…please…” You whined, getting more eager from Thomas’ moves.
Damiano slipped another finger with a grunt and spanked you with a free hand.
“Such a good girl…” He started slowly moving them, you felt that the world was starting to spin.
“Wait…” Damiano mumbled to Thomas and pressed his hand to your back to make you lean forward.
He started pressing his cock against your entrance, and after a moment of resistance, he slipped in. You gasped loudly, feeling so full and close to release.
“Still having fun?” Damiano asked, slowly pushing further till he bottomed out.
“Yes…fuck yes…” You managed to mumble, making them both chuckle.
They found a common rhythm, pounding into you, making you moan and whimper incoherent begs and pleading for them to go faster. A few thrusts later you felt the orgasm so strong that you almost passed out. Your bodies moved in sync for a while, till all three of you rode out your orgasm. The room was filled with moans, grunts and screams. You kept panting, barely able to see from dizziness. You collapsed on Thomas’ chest, feeling them both slipping out of you. You looked at the couch, where Ethan just finished on his gorgeous chest, but Vic was still close.
“Look at me…tell me to come…” She mumbled to you, her fingers moving fast, three of them disappearing in her pussy, the other hand rubbing her clit.
“Come for me…fucking come…” You mumbled. “Please, I want to see you come, mommy.”
Your words worked, she screamed, trapping her hands between her clenching thighs. The wet noises filled the room. She looked at you with a grin and bliss on her pink face.
They took great care of you, helped you to clean yourself up and wrapped you in a blanket. The four of you created a big cuddling pile under the fluffy covers, all gathered on the floor, limbs tangled together, breaths coming back to normal. You had no idea whose hands were here on your back, who was stroking your hair and kissing your head. All you knew was that you felt happy and spent. Damiano, still a little wet, lit a fire in the fireplace and slipped back under the blanket. Ethan grunted as he touched him with his cold feet. The storm seemed to be going away, the quiet rumbling was barely audible. All of a sudden the lights came back up. Thomas chuckled and sighed.
“Amazing timing. Well…happy Halloween guys.”
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Shame and Pleasure
(Previously known as DILFiano)
CW: 24 year age gap!
Word count: 4.7k
Damia’s voice has some sort of hypnotic quality. It lulls you into a state where other thoughts are quieted, and your scope of focus narrows to sensation. Without thinking about it, you surge forward and hug Damia, slotting your face against the bone of his shoulder. Unintentionally, your unfiltered gratitude is what finally gets to him.
“Stellina, I want to do this a little differently.” His hand is gone so quickly that your body doesn’t know to stop moving with it. For a moment, you’re thrusting against the air. Even without the cliroral stimulation, you were wound so god damn tight. Damia doesn’t wipe his fingers off. He crawls up to the headboard and arranges pillows behind his back so casually. Poise. You can’t help but feel betrayed. Bringing you so close to orgsam then pausing was mean.
“Do you understand that we can stop whenever you want?” You nod, confused. “Are you absolutely sure you want to continue? I need a verbal answer for that.”
“Yes,” you state firmly.
“Take your skirt off so I can admire you.” Heart racing, you attempt to control your trembling hands on the zipper, but he sees. Damia waits for your face to reveal uncertainty while you strip. He observes none because there's none to observe. In fact, it's exactly the pointed attention you’d been craving. Damia opens the drawer in his bedside table. You take off the bra first, hoping he’ll look up to admire your underwear, that his breath will catch at all the expanses of taut and supple skin. Instead, his attention stays on the contents of the drawer.
“Someones not very appreciative,” you tease. He spares an insultingly brief glance and gaffs.
“Cheap lingerie loses its thrill after your 20s.” Damiano freezes completely and winces. “Sorry, that…Christ, I’m sorry.” You can see his brain recalibrating to parental/nurturer to assess the damage he’d cause to your confidence. Admittedly, the snub stung, but reassurance wasn’t something women his age needed. So you didn’t need it either.
“You know what else lost its thrill? Razor wire in my asscrack. I’m never wearing those again.” He lets out a short series of awkward, barking laughs while you take a seat on the edge of the mattress. Damia appears mystified at how well you’re handling his slight. He's trying to see through the cracks in your facade and you're praying he can’t.
“Apparently I forgot that being an insensitive asshole is also supposed to stay in your 20s,” he sighs, cocking his head to the side. “God, what a dumb thing to say.”.
“So…” you probe.
“I won’t kiss you,” he states absolutely. You make a dramatic sound of indignation. “So now that I’ve fucked up your arousal and the mood –” Playful, he draws out the first syllable of the sentence just as you had.
“There was a mood?” you chirp, crawling towards him. Recognizing it was an accidental admission. Damia leans over and checks Icarus’ location, which is very promising. He lets out a burdened sigh.
“Yes, there was a mood. C’mon, don’t be coy.” As Damia sits up, you move onto his lap. “Woah! Okay,” he throws his hands up.
“Want me to get off?”
“No,” he whines, like he’d prefer his answer to be a lie. “Well, I – hmm. This isn’t what I had planned.” Accidentally, you’ve switched the dynamic. This was the first time you’d seen Damiano more present than tortured. If you had control that meant, however much he may deny it, Damia had allowed you to. So you settle yourself in a straddle. Very slowly, Damia’s hands lower and come to rest timidly on your thighs.
“Will you take your clothes off?”
“Absolutely not,” he answers curtly. That rule was clearly nonnegotiable. Testing exactly where the boundaries lay, you lower a hand to Damia’s groin. The pajamas are navy so it takes a second to find his cock. He’s so hard he’s throbbing, which is no small achievement at 42, you’ve heard. Damia swats your hand away, refusing to meet your eyes.
“This isn’t about me.”
“This is about both of us. Stop kicking yourself for getting hard.” He shakes his head and looks away, scowling. “It's a natural reaction to stimulation, not a condemnation of your character, Damia. Fuck’s sake, be decent to yourself.”
“Wise words,” he replies, cynically. He is so clearly overwhelmed with self-loathing that it hurts to watch. A better person would leave rather than make him face this.
“Why can’t I touch you?”
“Because we aren’t going to have sex!” he snaps. That wounds you quicker than you can control your expression.
“But what the fuck am I supposed to do? Nothing? That’s cruel. Maybe I could be a decent human being and resist this if, if — you, I…” He tilts his head back and growls in frustration. “I didn’t even know you could make love to someone’s hand.” Now you’re the one plagued by self-consciousness. “If I hadn’t ruined it, you’d be able to grind on my hand to completion. Like…” Damia is so in awe that he’s speechless. He’s also damn near hysterical. It’s such a juxtaposition to your emotions at the moment. Damia’s burning shame morphs into a tingling sensation between your legs, just as fiery.
“You’re so pent and you desperately need someone to take care of you. So then what? I just send you off into the night for some high schooler that doesn’t know his herpes status or some college guy who treats you like you’re disposable? ”
“I already did go off into the night and pick someone.” You scoot closer to Damiano and watch that settle in.
“Your ability to always say the right things is gonna get you in so much trouble.”
“I wanna be in trouble with you.” Another car drives by. Another piece of Damiano is illuminated by a slant of light. This one is jaded, dissatisfied with a life he knows should bring him joy. In reality, that life acts like an echo in an empty room, a reminder of how vast the unfulfilled spaces within him are.
“Why can’t I kiss you?”
“What I had in mind –”
“I know. But right now, why can’t I kiss you?” You lean in close enough to touch lips and stop. Damia clearly wanted to, but he had to instigate.
“I don’t know how I’ll feel about it.” His breath hits your face as he whispers.
“Last time –”
“Last time was amazing, but I’m afraid it will feel wrong. Guilt and arousal are opposites for me.” He clears his throat roughly. “Which is why it can’t happen.”
“Okay,” you switch to a whisper. “Could we start small and see how you feel?”
“I…yeah. Or, no! Fuck.” He sighs heavily and closes his eyes. “I shouldn’t be doing this at all. What the fuck is wrong with me? I can’t believe –” You grab his hand and push it between your legs. “Oh my god…you’re already wet again.” You press your foreheads together and nod. Damia drags his middle finger between your labia, cupping your vulva to apply gratifying pressure. Meanwhile you kiss his neck.
“Do you like licking?”
“Licking, biting, but not hard scratching.” You run your tongue up the column of his neck and trap his earlobe between your teeth. Very slowly, you pull downwards with your mouth and Damia shudders while he finally moans. Your tongue traces the shell of his ear, running behind it as well. It finally hits you that this is Damia inside your mouth. No, it's not as you had hoped, but the fact of it happening at all was mind blowing.
With every taste of salty skin, you said a little prayer, worshiping at Damiano’s altar. Some greater force, may it be sexual chemistry or supernatural, had brought you here. Cherishing and savoring Damia in every way possible was the only option you’d ever consider. Just the reassuring pressure of his hand made you pussy throb.
Having covered his neck, you start using your hands. One caresses where your tongue had already been, and the other pushed Damia’s hair back from his face. You kiss from jaw to hairline, not pecks, but slow and open-mouthed. Your body sways upwards with each inhale, each kiss, and downwards which each exhale, each parting of skin. There's nothing to grind against, but keeping time with the ebb and slow of sensuality just intuitively made sense.
When you switch to the otherside, Damia stops you, his hand on your jaw, thumb on your chin. He holds your face completely still, and is totally stationary himself. Only his eyes move, and rapidly. Those two seconds last your entire lifetime.
He pulls you in, loses courage, but the forward momentum has already been established. In the spirit of starting slow, the first kiss is chaste. Lips meet, then part. That’s all. Your eyes fly open, but Damia’s remain closed as he thinks. The hand between your legs pulls away. For a moment your stomach drops, but then you feel that arm wrap itself tightly around your lower back.
This next kiss is just as demure, except Damia pulls your entire body against his. It’s that breath-taking physical intimacy from the rooftop, forceful, but on the right side of two much. Damia knew how to handle a woman. He didn’t touch you like you like there were 24 years of separation.
“No.” He shakes his head, brow furrowed, pulling back.
“Yes,” you insist, surging forward. “100% yes.” Instead of freezing up, you remember to embrace him back. The next kiss is so slow that the skin of your lips stick together as you pull away.
“Cazzo,” he grunts, eyes squeezed shut. “Are you sure?”
“So fucking sure.” You press your chest to his and the skin to skin contact changes everything. “Absolutely positive,” you moan. Your nipples harden against Damia’s sternum, body waiting in rapture for a caress or so much as a puff of air from a sigh. You’re left feral and clawing at him, mewling in an effort to achieve more contact. Damia’s chest hair tickled your nipples as they became so hard you whined in discomfort, rubbing against his warm sternum.
You’re so overcome that Damia has to use his thumb to tug at the corner of your lips. As soon as you remember to open your mouth, Damiano's tongue is inside. The force of the kiss is literally bending you backwards. Rather than resist, you open your mouth completely and turn your head to eliminate the possibility of space. Total compliance. Allowing Damia to mold your body’s shape has an unique effect on him. Or perhaps it's your breast tissue that he so badly wants to feel with his tongue.
Either way, his self control shatters. Damia forces you onto your back via his height advantage. His body lands on top of yours in missionary position and he groans in satiation, pulling the sound from as deep as his toes. You shrink into the mattress, both intimidated and overwhelmed with excitement.
Damia’s teeth sink into the soft tissue on the inside of your bottom lip. Instead of pulling back you take the pain and squeal. His hips buck in response, clothed cock against your naked cunt. The sound you make is loud enough to remind Damia that he needed to employ critical thinking.
“This is why I can’t kiss you,” he gasps, pulling away. The babbling starts before your brain has even decided what you want to say.
“No! Please, please, please. No, it's okay. It’s – you can’t stop. You have to keep going. Damia! Damia, please don’t – god please, please don’t just stop. You can’t, Damia you can’t –” He kisses you once more to silence the begging.
“Shh, shh. Tesorina, let me help, hmm?” He sits back, pulling you up with him after settling his weight. Your movement is disjointed. It feels like you’re still in that moment, where you were exactly two layers of fabric away from Damia making love to you. How could that moment just end? How could he act like it was anything less than earth-shattering? He’s situated against the headboard again before he realizes how shell-shocked you are.
“Sweetheart, come here,” Damia beckons, firmly. You crawl upwards, tripping on his legs before he spreads them wide. He pats the space right in front of him. You kneel there, so aroused and confused and pent up that you might cry or scream.
“Turn around. Back to my chest.” It's awkward and unflattering to reposition. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to give you whiplash. Just sit down and let me.” Damai wraps both tattooed arms around you, and drags you closer. Encircled in his grasp, his upper body curled over to fit perfectly against your spine, lips to your cheek, yes you understood now. It was so much more intimate than you had expected.
Damia wanted to watch. He wanted to watch his hands touch you. Penetrate inside of you. He wanted to watch how wet you got. A vibrant color in your peripheral vision catches your attention. It’s one of a couple dozen sex toys in the open drawer. He follows your line of sight.
“Still a yes?” It was intimidating, but not a deterrent.
“Yes,” you pant. One of his hands wanders downwards. The anticipation throbbed in your cunt. You minutely roll your hips up to meet Damia’s touch, turning your gaze upward, because watching the act made you squirm. Impatient didn’t begin to cover it. More like you wanted to peel your first layer of skin off in anticipation. His fingers massaged your vulva, circled your hyman, spreading your pre-cum because he liked the way your pussy glistened.
“Touch me, touch me,” you grunt in frustration. “It hurts.” Your cunt was so engorged that the throbbing was painful. You didn’t deserve the teasing, had barely survived these weeks of anticipation.
“It’s not fair,” you exclaim in anguish, and it’s not as if you could push his hand downward. Damia was already there. You’d never looked at yourself this way, so directly. Masturbating was always done under the comforter.
“Stellina, what's not fair?” he coos, then kisses your ear. You whine and buck, frustrated that none of the bedding was sturdy enough for grabbing to externalize intense sensation. Something rips.
“Ugh,” you growl. “I’m sorry, it’s just hhhuuh –” Damia pushes two fingers inside. All the way inside, so his hand is flush against your body. His left arm acts as a seatbelt while you tremble. Damia thrusts his digits in and out and your body makes embarrassing, wet noises again.
“My fault. I’m accustomed to teasing being a necessity. But you’re so responsive…” Damia rests his chin on your shoulder and drops his other hand to your pussy. He has the perfect vantage point to get exactly on your clit. It's unlike any sensation you’ve felt. A lightning bolt in your pelvis, more pain than pleasure. You yelp, leaning forward, and closing your legs tight enough to trap Damia. Whether it be to maintain the stimulation or quell its intensity, you do not know.
He follows, so you’re still chest to back. Even with his hands immobilized, Damia can still make tiny motions against your clit. Finally reduced to an animal, you hiss and kick the blanket off the bed as energy tightens around your hips.
“Stellina, relax,” he commands. You cross your knees and squeeze tighter, instead, rubbing your legs together to increase the stimulation. Pleasure it is, then. Your body had decided. With a tremendous exhale you release him, sitting upright. Damia continues to pay attention to your clit. His fingers curl towards your belly button again, internally. It’s not even distinctly enjoyable, just powerful and orgasmic. Could a person be so turned on that they couldn't feel pleasure?
Watching Damia’s hands becomes too visceral, so you lean your head back onto his shoulder and trust his skill set. Meanwhile, one of your fists is colliding with the fitted sheet and the other has found its way to gripping Damia’s thigh, sliding on the fabric of his pajama pants. This does absolutely nothing to anchor you amidst the stimulation. It only adds to the reservoirs of energy that you’ll be forced to externalize, whose pressure is mounted by Dami’s insistent clitorial stimulation. You’re reduced to damn near drowning in a sensation that can only be called So Good It Hurts.
“So close, but I can’t….I can’t, my – mm ah.” Damia switches his legs from being outside yours to inside. When your body tries to cramp down, he keeps you spread open and continues pleasuring you. The arm responsible for internal stimulation wraps around your ribs and holds you close, so every inch of your naked back is pressed to Damia’s.
“Take your time,” he murmurs. Damia’s hold you secure, left hand brushing his fingertips across your erect nipple. A troubled whine is your best attempt at communicating that you don’t want to take your time. Instead, Damia pinches your nipple, twists, and pulls. Finally, you’re submerged in orgasam and it doesn’t feel like drowning at all. It feels like breaking the surface.
While cumming, you tense so hard it turns into convulsions. Then you nearly outright scream.
“Yes, sweetheart, be as loud as you want,” he encourages. This was so the opposite of teenage boys, shushing you because their parents might hear. Damiano curled forward when you did, relaxed back with a sigh when you did, but his finger on your clit never stopped.
“Uh ah, oh my god. Wha –’” gasp. “What you, are you doing?” Damia chuckles in your ear and lets go of your waist. He reaches into the drawer and pulls out a magenta vibrator. It's unintimidating, only about four inches long.
“Keeping momentum.” Damia replaces his pointer finger with the head of the toy, which was still turned off. “Still a yes? Are you still sure?”
“Mm, mhm.” The surface of the vibrator was so smooth and the material almost soft. It must be really high grade silicone. You nod, still struggling to catch your breath.
“I need a –”
“Yes!” you exclaim, interrupting him. Even so, when you check on Damia, it's clear he’s beating himself up again. Reconfirming consent had pulled his mind away elsewhere and finding the right words with a throbbing pussy was challenging.
“Hey, I said yes to doing this to you.” He returns his focus with a tortured smile.
“I know sweetheart, your enthusiasm is noted.”
“So why aren’t you here?” At first, Damia is preparing a counterpoint, but then he’s just genuinely shocked. “Get out of your own head. Be with me,” you huff. His ministrations between your legs briefly falter and you fear the worst, but his pointer and middle fingers return. You hear a barely audible click. The vibrator turns on with a quiet buzzing sound.
“I assume you’ve never used a sex toy before, and the first time can be really powerful.”
“Never,” you whisper.
“So we’re gonna do a lot of talking. This is the lowest setting.” The vibrator hovers in the air, creating unbearable suspense. “This is how it feels,” he narrates. Instead of applying the toy to your clit, Damia brings it to your lower stomach. You tense from the novelty of the sensation, but after that passes, it's really gentle. He moves it back and forth, then further down, onto your pubic mound.
“I’m okay, keep going.” Finally, he brings the silicone head against your clit, making clockwise motions. It’s like the normal pangs of pleasure one gets from clitoral stimulation, but less powerful, and on a much greater scale. He switches to counterclockwise rotations, stimulating the nerves in the opposite direction.
“One or two?” he murmurs.
“One, please,” you pant. The “please” makes his cock jump and Damia pretends that you can’t feel it, even as the sensation makes you grin. He tries stationary and making smaller circles, as well as moving vertically and horizontally. After each, he checks in for your preference. Discerning what felt best was difficult, because all the sensations were incredible.
“Higher.” The buzz goes up in pitch and you jump as soon as it touches you. “Christ,” you pant.
“Do you wanna go back down or be gradual on this setting?” He’s already adjusted it back to the lowest setting.
“I don’t know,” you answer honestly, breathless.
“You don’t know if you want to continue?”
“Ugh no,” you groan, with an eye roll. “I don’t know how to cum twice. It feels like I’m full of, like, lightning or something.”
“Full of lightning sounds like you’re about to cum.” Damia turns the vibrator back up a notch and you both want to thank him perfusing and curse him out.
“No, it’s barely been, unhh…we were trying stuff and – oh my fuck.” This orgasam felt more challanging than the last one.
“The longer you touch yourself, the more blood flows to that area. So it actually gets more sensitive over time, which makes it easier to cum.”
“Momentum,” you gasp.
“Yes. I’ve been stimulating your clit continuously which certainly isn’t a chore with someone so god damn responsive,” he growls. That tone of voice belonged to a part of Damia that he’d never allowed you to see before. You run towards it with open arms.
“Tell me.”
“Tell you how much of a greedy piece of shit I am for taking these first times all for myself?”
“God, yes.” Your chest heaves as it struggles to adequately oxygenate your body. “My nipples,” you beg. Damia brings his left hand up to your neglected breast. It's rougher than you expected. He digs his blunt fingernails in while twisting. Then flicks the hardened nipple upon releasing and pinches it very firmly. You let your head fall back. Gravity is gone and things feel too floaty to hold yourself upright. He’s so solid behind you, watching every reaction.
Somehow, you’re able to meet his eyes and now Damia can’t look elsewhere. Locked in, he has to watch you cum. He aches as your eyes fall closed and your mouth open. Damia can feel your hands clawing at him and he manages to find your right and holds securely. It's your face that makes it possible to live with himself: peace, bliss. How amoral could it be? How disgusting could he be if he gave you this?
When you cum everything tenses with a vengeance, but the release is quicker and more profound. You see twinkling sparkles against the black backdrop of your closed eyelids. Those wells of nervous energy are as empty as they’ve been in years. It's like you can breathe for the first time, except you can’t breathe at all. The stimulation is gone, but your clit still beats with your heart’s frantic rhythm.
“Catch your breath, sweetheart. You’re okay.” Every effort comes out as a gasp. Damia wraps both arms around you, and shimmy’s down so he’s on the mattress. Laying naked on his bare chest, in his bed, as he calms you down from orgasam doesn’t even seem real. This moment belongs in your fantasy life and the cognitive dissonance is intense.
“Inhale, exhale,” he chants, rubbing your back. “Inhale, exhale,” is timed with his own breathing, which raises and lowers your head. Realizing that he’ll misconstrue this as a trauma reaction, you are very studious in evening out your breathing.
“I’m really not having a panic attack. It was so good that I actually saw stars, I swear to god!” Damia snorts and you’re relieved not to find him amidst a moral crisis.
“You saw stars because you hold your breath when you cum,” he laughs. “We would have kept going if I wasn’t worried about you passing out.”
“Oh…” You're unsure whether to feel embarrassed about this subconscious habit. It had cost you orgsams from Damia, so the automatic response is vehement hatred. Judging his reaction while unable to see his expression was impossible, so you sit up and straddle his torso.
“Don’t worry, it’s common,” Damia chuckles and casually rubs your flank, face unchanging. Was it subconscious? Was it just meant to be a casual, comforting gesture between lovers?
“What should I do?” you manage to say.
“Well it can be a stress thing," he replies, thoughtfully. “You can also practice by yourself. The right partner might also be really helpful.” Your expression gives you away and Damia is backpedaling before you’ve said a word. “No! No, absolutely not. This is never happening again,” he declares with finality. Placing both hands on your hips, Damiano guides you off of his lap and to the edge of the bed. You stand with your eyes stinging from rejection.
“You do know that I don’t expect you to be my boyfriend or some shit? I’m attracted to you, you’re attracted to me. I am more than capable of discretion. We’re both consenting adults, but you make it into this exhausting moral quandary.” He’s wide-eyed and taken aback, even sitting upright to conversate.
“I didn’t recognize that you were such a realist,” Damia admits, astonished. “But to be clear, for me this is some exhausting moral quandary, and you are far too intelligent for me to explain why.”
“I don’t want some high school boy who doesn’t know his herpes status or some college guy that's gonna treat me like I’m disposable,” you counter, using Damiano’s own words against him.
“Y/n.” he holds his hand up. “Your friend’s father is not the alternative.” There's nothing to say, because you’re both right. For a moment you just stare while tension wraps a hand around each throat.
“It’s absurd for me to have any expectations of you. I apologize and you’ve been so…” you search for the least controversial adjective, “generous.”
“It's nice to see you act your age for once, actually,” he huffs. The man that had growled in your ear and watched your pussy leave a wet spot on the bedding was gone. To fill his place, a new iteration of Damia had been created for your benefit alone. He was a nurturer who didn’t entertain false pretenses about this connection being normal. How many mirages could Damiano make before forgetting how to experience his own thoughts and feelings altogether?
“You understand that I can’t let you leave this room thinking that this is going to happen again?”
“Yes,” you reply in monotone.
“Alright.” He stands with a groan and picks your bra, underwear, and miniskirt off of the floor. In the meantime you retrieve your shirt from the otherside of the bedroom and pull it on. It's strange how a person can go from having three fingers inside to avoiding your hands touching as he passes clothes over. A hint of magenta in your peripheral vision catches your attention. The vibrator still lay in the sheets, undisturbed by this excruciating turn of events.
“Are you still good?”
“Yeah.” No. Once your skirt is back on, Damia walks you through the doorway. After such intense intimacy, any level of personal space feels awkward. You’re not expecting him to pull you into a hug, so much so that your arms hang by your sides. He strokes your back with a steady, warm hand, wrinkling the thin fabric while pressing his lips to your scalp. You’re aware that this embrace is Damiano’s way of communicating his feelings, but you haven’t a fucking clue what he’s saying.
It was unlike any hug you’d received from an adult man, another first Damia was taking from you, but this time he didn’t realize it. Finally, you embrace him back and press your face to his bare chest. His skin smells delicious as always, especially after sweating a little. Damia wraps his arms tighter, hand moving to rub back and forth across your shoulder blades. He kisses your head again.
This is an emotion you didn’t have a name for: so safe that the urge to cry abates. Simultaneously, that very same feeling makes you tear up because it's safe to cry. Was this the hug you were missing throughout your childhood? Was this how a male parental figure was supposed to make you feel? Your unaffectionate father had left you no frame of reference.
“Okay, good night.” When he pulls back, you can’t decide if you want to kiss him. That consideration quickly becomes mute, because Damia won’t look at you. Instead, he just closes the bedroom door in your face.
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You wear a new pair of jeans. Ethan is becoming slightly obsessed. So you do your worst.
Content: Smut
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Lesson Sixteen: A taste of pain.
"Heard you had a bit of an argument with Damiano last night," Ethan said as you walked toward the van with him. Your tired eyes barely bothered to look up at him, but even so, you could spot the smirk he was trying hard to hold back. "Also heard you making up."
You gave him a nudge, a little harder than necessary, as your brain whirled. It hit you like a truck. How just a few weeks ago you would have been a blushing, trembling mess, awkward at what he was hinting at more or less explicitly, unsure about how to act. Now all you did was grin to yourself, confidence rising in your bones, almost satisfied at having other people made aware of your shenanigans from the night before. It did point to you having a good night, after all. There wasn't any need to hide behind excuses.
"Bet you enjoyed listening in, hm?" You smirk. "Wonder if listening was the only thing you did."
You skipped ahead, trying to reach the van before him, already dreaming about a window seat, but his arm wound around your waist and quickly pulled you back into him. His chest collided with you as his breath tickled your ear.
"Don't think you're getting away that easily," he growled into your ear in a perfect mixture of enticing and dangerous. "Especially not when you're wearing those jeans. I won't be able to stop thinking about your ass for the rest of the day now. How lovely and red it could look when I'm done with it. And judging from last night, you like it hard, don't you?"
It was hard to bite back a moan, especially when you felt him growing ever so slightly from his own words and the ideas he was planting in both of your heads. You couldn't help but wiggle your bum a little, happy to know your jeans had the exact effect you were hoping they would when you bought them in Berlin. You wanted to push him away only so you could drag him into the nearest semi-secluded space and let him have his way with you. But Damiano walked past, obnoxiously wiggling his eyebrows at the two of you and your tight embrace.
"You know I do," you whispered back. "Sounds like I might want to spend the share the bed with you tonight, hm?"
He simply chuckled, darkly, sending shivers down your spine and through your whole body, before loosening his grip on you. "Sounds like you might."
***
In an incredible stroke of luck, you ended up with a window seat. You almost offered it to Thomas when he climbed into the van, hair all over the place and tired eyes threatening to fall shut any moment, but he simply claimed the middle seat, dropped his bag on the floor, put his pillow in your lap, and cuddled up to you. Your hands found his head immediately, fingers running through strands of knotted hair with the utmost effort not to pull at them, and within moments, even before the driver started the engine, his breathing had evened out. He was fast asleep.
"Wow, thanks for leaving any room for my legs, Thomas," Vic complained loudly as she moved into the other window seat, limbs entangling with Thomas', who had lost all control of his body as he murmured peacefully in his sleep. Your watched her kick his shin not quite so accidentally as she got into a comfortable position, but the blonde mess in your lap didn't even stir. Your fingers were still treading through his hair as it slowly untangled. You loved seeing him this calm and quiet. It wasn't that you didn't adore his other side just as much. But him, cuddled up into you with no questions asked, body heat slowly transferring to you, a tiny nose twitch as a lone strand of hair tickled him, made your heart swell in a different way.
It seemed unbelievable that the four of them had only come back into your life weeks ago. You almost wanted to laugh at how awkward and apprehensive you had been at the beginning. Now you were sure you never wanted to live without them again. They had brought out new sides in you, they had your confidence soaring, and quite frankly, you couldn't remember the last time you had had so much fun. Or had put so much trust in others. And love, your heart told you with a skipped beat, as you kept watching Thomas.
Vic was already looking at you when you lifted your head and tore your gaze away from the sleeping man. The smile on her face was all but begging for you to ask her what it meant but you held back. For some reason, and seemingly out of nowhere, you were afraid of the answer. So instead, you simply shot her a small smile back, pull your phone out of the pocket of your tight jeans, and leaned onto the window next to you, the streets of the city passing you by as you slowly made your way towards Amsterdam.
***
The drive should have been reasonable. Two and a half hours, maybe three. Just enough time to recharge and relax without getting too restless. But then you got closer to the capital and as the roads kept getting busier and busier, your driver let out a deep sigh. Traffic. A lot of it. Might be an hour extra, might be three. The band didn't have any plans until the evening, so the stress level was low enough, but the annoyance was rising with every passing minute. Thomas was still fast asleep. He had somehow twisted in his seat and was now lying in your lap face up, but the relaxed features told you that nothing would disturb him. But you were getting bored. Damiano had fallen asleep in the row ahead of you. Victoria was on the phone with someone, speaking excitedly and rapidly, rather unbothered about the delay. Ethan was on his phone doing god knows what. And you were restless.
The message that appeared on your phone made you stop dead in your tracks though.
Hope you're making the most of your soft seat because after tonight I'll make sure you won't be sitting comfortably for a while
You stared at the back of Ethan's head in the row ahead but he was still mindlessly playing with his phone, seemingly unaware of anything that was happening around him and on the edge of bored. At least that's what it looked like. From the words on your phone, the real situation looked very different. You typed a message back, glad that he couldn't see your shaking fingers.
Someone has developed a bit of a hyperfixation
You wished you could get any sort of reaction, a certain look, a chuckle, anything at all, but he was stoic. This was going to happen strictly over the phone. You caught sight of a sign letting you know there were roughly thirty kilometres left until Amsterdam. A lot of time for him to play his little game with you.
And we both know whose fault that is. You better watch your step when we get out of this van
The grin appeared on your face immediately.
Yeah? What if Idon't
Ethan's reply came in record time.
Then you might learn justhow hard Iusually hit my drums
It shouldn't have turned you on so much, the promise of pain. But as you read his message, your head already visualising what he was alluding to, a tingling sensation travelled through your whole body, ending between your thighs. You wanted to shift, possibly cross your legs, but Thomas made no attempt at moving. It almost felt wrong, feeling yourself getting ever so slightly wet while he was still in your lap. Ethan didn't seem to care.
Yeah? I'm not quite apprehensive enough yet, I might need some more details...
You were digging your own grave and you knew it and you couldn't care less. You were fully aware it would take hours until you would get him alone but the anticipation was simply too tempting. This time, it took Ethan a moment longer to write back. You soon realised why.
What do you want to know? How I can't wait to tear those jeans off of you? How I'm going to bend you over my knee as soon as we get to the room to give your ass the treatment it deserves? You know I can go easy or you. Or I can make your flesh sting until it's coloured red and you've got tears in your eyes. And then I'm gonna use those same fingers that tortured your flesh inside of you until you cry from needing to come. Maybe you'll even get my tongue. If you're a good girl.
You inadvertently twitched, legs almost kicking Thomas off your lap. He slowly opened his eyes, looking up at you still half asleep, trying to figure out what sensation had woken him up. You could feel your cheeks burning, more so with the excitement and the anticipation of tonight than any shame.
"Sorry, my leg fell asleep," you lied.
He immediately scampered off you, stretching as much as possible within the small space available.
"Probably my fault," he mumbled sheepishly. "How long did I sleep on you?"
"About three hours, give or take."
You watched him blink, gaze travelling towards the window where the signs had unmistakably changed to Dutch, traffic finally clearing up as you sped toward your destination.
"We better get there soon," Victoria, who you hadn't noticed had finally hung up the phone, commented. "My ass is about to fall asleep."
"Yeah," you agreed, not missing the way Ethan turned around ever so briefly to send you a look you understood all too well. "Same here."
You didn't feel the need to mention that your ass was tingling with something entirely different.
***
Time was passing by much too slowly. The last hours had felt like days. You had tried keeping yourself occupied and distracted, watching Netflix, listening to music, reading, drawing, but your brain was in horny mode.
It didn't help that you were hanging around backstage before they went to play a little showcase of six or seven songs and just about everyone around you was topless. You tried very hard not to be disrespectful but the number of toned chests and Vic's tits being all but in your face made it increasingly difficult.
You tried to keep busy helping out by being the stylist's right hand. Running her little errands, fetching Damiano's earrings, helping decide which jacket to put on Thomas. However, when Vic asked for help with her nipple covers, it felt like the right time to tap out.
"Two minutes guys, time to go!" The shout halted everything for a second before last frantic adjustments were made as the band started making their way outside the room. A sharp slap landed on your ass, making you jump from both the surprise and the sting, even through the denim. Ethan sent you a wink as he walked past, obviously enjoying the look on your face and the way your eyes raked over his body.
"Wait!" You had called out before you quite knew what you were doing. Ethan stopped in his tracks as you quickly found one of their bags, fumbling through it at lightning speed before finally finding what you were looking for. His Armani belt. You didn't have the time to be quite as teasing as you would have wished to be, but you made sure your fingers were touching him just that little too much, fumbling with his trousers just that bit more, as you pulled the material through the loops, making your way around him until you reached his front again. You kept your eyes solely on his as they were darkening while you buckled the belt up, lingering for a moment too long.
"Someone's definitely not getting the good girl treatment tonight."
***
You couldn't take it. You stayed for about three songs, watching the band progressively getting more undressed as the temperature in the small room rose, Ethan's shirt long gone, hair starting to curl from the heat. Then you walked backstage, amidst deep breaths to get your arousal under control, nicked his secondary room key, and called a taxi.
You had a plan. Ethan had already let you know that he wasn't planning on showing much mercy for your tonight and you were more than up for it. But if you had nothing to lose, you could always do your very worst.
Rummaging through your suitcase that you had asked to be put into his room earlier, you knew exactly what you were looking for. Pulling out the thin red lace, you studied the three-piece you had picked up in Berlin. A tiny bra, barely covering your breasts, completely seethrough at the front, a clear invitation. The panties were designed in a similar fashion, the tiny thong proving to be anything but comfortable, but comfortable wasn't on the cards for tonight either way. The accompanying suspender belt draping beautifully around your body, even if you had forgotten to buy any stockings to go with it. You figured Ethan wouldn't mind all that much.
You took in the state of the room. No one had been in here yet apart from someone dropping your luggage off. So you made quick work in making it a little more inviting. Unpacking everything you deemed necessary, including the lube and aloe vera gel you knew fully well Ethan kept in his suitcase, just in case his treatment would call for either. You undid the bed a little, making it look less sterile and perfectly done by the cleaning team, getting rid of the decorative pillows before re-straightening the duvet that was clad in expensive-looking satin coverings, soft and cool to the touch. Then you fumbled with the lights, turning off the overhead lamp immediately and instead making do with the small bedsides shades and some indirect lightning placed behind the headboard of the bed. It was perfect. Double-checking your phone, you realised you were right on time. Their show would have ended a few minutes ago. Even including meeting a few fans outside, they should be arriving at the hotel soon enough. You figured Ethan had enough sense in him to understand what you being missing meant and come straight up to his room. You didn't have it in you to be patient for much longer.
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"You naughty little minx."
You couldn't help grinning to yourself as the door opened to reveal Ethan. He was mustering you as you laid on the bed, sprawled out in what you hoped was a sexy way, wearing nothing but the lingerie you had prepared. He stepped into the room slowly, taking in every inch of you. You turned around onto your stomach, looking at him from over your shoulder, presenting your ass in a rather straightforward fashion.
"Enough."
The tone in his voice was strict and it had you stopping in your tracks immediately. The excitement rose up in you once again.
"Get up. Undress me. It's the least you can do after the stunts you've been pulling all day."
You obliged without hesitation. In an instant, you were on your feet in front of him, your hands already reaching for his shirt as you started pushing it upwards, impossibly desperate for him.
"Slower."
You didn't know who he was torturing more, you or himself, but you didn't question him as your fingers slowed down, inching the shirt up his chest, making sure you were constantly touching the skin you were revealing. You stopped for just a moment when you reached his nipples, letting your nails rake over them. Ethan flinched, but didn't say a word. You knew he was trying to keep his composure and you also knew he would succeed in that much more than you could. As soon as it was up to his neck, he helped you in removing the shirt from his body. You didn't waste a single second before starting to fumble with his belt again, easily undoing the buckle. Your hands were already on the button of his jeans, but he stopped just long enough to pull the belt free and casually toss it onto the bed.
"Just in case we need it later," he smirked. You were sure you were dripping at this point, panties impossibly stained and beyond ruin already. He knew it too.
You made slightly quicker work of pulling down his jeans, relieved to see he wasn't stopping you. The tension in the room was rising with every passing second, both of you could feel it. There was only so much teasing to be done. Kneeling at his feet with the denim fabric thrown aside, you looked up at him with wide eyes.
"Anything else you'd like me to do while I'm down here, daddy?"
Instead of answering, he grabbed your arm as your fingers playfully wandered up his naked thigh and pulled you up. The roughness in his gesture seemed to be an indicator of what was to come.
"Don't think you're getting out of a spanking. Now be a good girl, take your panties off and lay on daddy's lap."
You watched as he walked around you to sit down on the edge of the bed, leaning back just enough to obviously offer his thighs to you. While you got back up, underwear already gone, and then carefully draped yourself over him, ass up, face down, you could feel the nerves and anticipation rise in you. You weren't surprised Ethan noticed too.
"Colour?"
"Green."
It wasn't a question. You wanted this, badly. He didn't need more than that.
The first slap caught you by surprise. A squeal escaped you before you could catch it. It wasn't even all that hard, it was simply that he had given you no warning whatsoever. You were more prepared as the second one hit your other buttcheek. You didn't know if he'd prefer you to moan or take your punishment silently, but when he continued spanking you with ever-increasing strength, you didn't have it in you to stay quiet anymore. Every hit sent you bouncing forward to the point where you found yourself holding onto the edge of the bed in a desperate attempt not to tumble to the ground. And the last thing you wanted to do was disappoint Ethan.
"So gorgeously red for me," he mused, massaging your flesh a little as he gave you a break. "My favourite view, I think."
Ethan didn't give you any time to bask in the feeling of his words. His hands were back to their torture, much harder than before, leaving you somewhere between a scream and a moan as they connected with your skin. Before the pain could really seep through you, his fingers had found their way between your legs, touching your dripping pussy, one of them immediately entering you. He was making a mess out of you, having you pleading and begging for more as your body started to ache from the hits and the way you were positioned on his knees.
"Don't pretend like you don't love this," Ethan smirked and you knew full well that you wouldn't even have tried. Not with the delicious sting on your flesh now being in a constant switch with one or two of his fingers inside you, making you push back against him in a desperate need for more.
"You know, I had only planned on using my hands today, but since you pulled that stunt with my belt earlier... Think you can take two with it?"
"Yes, daddy, please!" It wasn't even a question. You were losing your mind with want and need, craving the pain and the sweet release equally. You awkwardly pushed your ass up higher to encourage him. It seemed to be enough, as you felt him fumble with the belt he had thrown onto the bed earlier.
It was so much worse and so much better than his hands all at once. Ethan delivered the two hits in quick succession, one left, one right. It was over before you knew it, but the burning sting that developed and evolved on both of your butt cheeks was much more intense. You couldn't recall if you had made any noise at all or been stunned into silence. But even as the pain seeped through your entire body, you felt nothing but exquisite pleasure from it.
Without much hassle - possibly aided by the fact that your body felt as limp as a doll - he had you rearranged so you were sitting on his lap, facing him. You noticed he took care not to touch the sore and sensitive skin, instead, wrapping his arms tightly around your torso, he pulled you in, claiming your lips with passion and love. You let yourself sink into the kiss, enjoying the stark contrast of softness he was displaying now, pushing yourself closer into his body.
"Lay down on your front, I'll put some aloe vera on it, okay?"
You nodded wordlessly, carefully moving off him to lie down on the soft sheets. Everything felt blurred and dreamy and it would have unsettled you if it wasn't for Ethan giving you the utmost security. His hands soon found your body again, a slight sting as he moved over the place the belt hit causing you to hiss in surprise, but he was gentle and warm, making sure you were safe and cared for.
"I think you deserve a reward for taking your punishment like a good girl."
"Uh huh."
Ethan carefully turned your body around, making sure not to hurt you as your ass touched the sheets but the cool satin only brought a soothing sensation. You didn't know what his plan was and you didn't care. You'd take anything from him. Still, as he pressed a kiss to your lips once more, his hard on obvious against you, you ended up being surprised when you watched him tie his hair up, spread your thighs and move down your body until he was between them.
Both of you knew it wouldn't take long when his tongue touched your pussy and your whole body arched into the touch. He didn't waste any time. Pushing two fingers deep inside you and his tongue all over had you moaning and begging for more immediately. You had been so desperate and aroused for hours now, his spanking only making it worse to the point where you were sure you had been dripping down his leg. Having him between your legs now was pure heaven and you were quickly approaching your ultimate release. His fingers were moving faster now, moving in sync with your own attempts to push back into him. Then his tongue flicked your clit, again and against, faster and faster, and your back was arched and your hands were in his hair and your thighs were quivering and you were crashing into your orgasm.
You were pretty sure you screamed loud enough for the next room to hear and Ethan didn't let go until you were well and truly spent and on the verge of being overstimulated. He moved back up towards you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before laying down next to you and pulling you in, both of you on your sides, holding you tight as you came down from everything. You felt amazing. As soon as you had caught your breath you pulled his head towards you, kissing him frantically, tongue toying with his as you tasted yourself on him.
As you hooked your leg over him, you could clearly feel his cock, still confined by his underwear, pressing against you. You didn't have anything else in you for now and you were sure he knew it too, but that didn't mean you wouldn't help him get off. You doubted it would take much effort. Reaching between your bodies, you made quick work of pulling him out of the fabric. He groaned in your mouth in appreciation, painting a small smile on your face that almost broke the kiss by accident. You stroked him, feeling him grow even harder in your hand, moving rhythmically, daring him to fall over the edge. His breathing was growing heavy now, unable to keep up with your kiss.
"I want you to come on my tits, daddy."
His groan was almost animalistic as he sat up, not even bothering to remove your bra but simply pulling the fabric down until your breasts were on show, before straddling your middle, hovering over you as he jerked off. You could only think about how gorgeous he was, face screwed up in concentration as he was chasing his high, toned body flexing as he held himself up, hand moving quickly over his dick.
Ethan came with a growl, covering your breasts beautifully until there was nothing left. You loved watching him, how his features relaxed as he claimed his orgasm, how all energy seemed to leave him for a moment as he recovered. It felt like you were in delirium. You barely managed to keep up with what he was doing as he moved around the room, cleaning you up, undressing you fully, turning off the lights and shuffling both of you under the blankets. You simply cuddled into him as soon as he was back, content to fall asleep in his arms and awaiting a restful night before whatever tomorrow would bring caught up with you.
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Angry love
A/n: Heyy loves IM BACKKK sorry I haven’t been posting lately i have been really busy but im am back with a little cute short story also I just wanted to say that y/n in this story is Italian and Puerto Rican just like me so yea she will speak two different languages also Happy late Easter @ellior1111 @tommy-lee-slash
Paring:Damiano David x fem!reader
Warnings: no that much besides swearing
Summary:dami had pissed you off by playing a prank on you that you got really mad about.
“No fuck you.” You yelled at dami pushing him away from you. (A lil back story) Dami had played a prank on you that you had gotten really mad about and you had began to curse him out. (Back to present) “Listen baby I’m sorry okay i didn’t think that you would get this mad.” He said walking over to you. “Don’t come near me or I will.” “What will you do dear.” He said with a smirk on his face. The next minute the door opens. “Hey baes.” Vic said walking in. “Hey dami and y/n.” Thomas said following behind her. “Hey love birds.” Ethan said Walking behind Thomas. “Woah what the hell is going on.” Vic said. “Questo fottouto teste di cazzo ha pensato che Foss divertente farmi uno scherzo.” You said to Vic. “Damm dami no Wonder why I heard yelling from outside I thought y’all was fucking.” She said laughing a lil. “Isn’t she just so fine when she curses me out in Italian.” Dami said leaning over to Ethan. “Damiano you are one crazy man.” Ethan said. “No it’s just like how did I get with her.” He said putting his hand over his heart. “Dami now I’m not trying to be weird or anything but we all know Damm well you are a bottom and your y/n’s bitch.” Thomas said laughing. “No porque esta Maldita perra piensa que es graciso ha Cerle esa a la Gente.” You Said yelling at him. “Man I love when she yells at me In Spanish.” Dami said looking over at Thomas and Ethan. “Yeah you got some serious problems.” Thomas said. “Well you two how about you two either one hug it out 2 make out or 3 fuck and then say sorry because I want to watch a movie and spend time together when y/n doesn’t want to kill damiano.” Vic said  hugging the both of you and dami. “Get me away from the Hijo de puta.” You said breaking up the hug. (Moments later) you were cuddled up in dami’s arms then Ethan Thomas and Vic were all laying down together. “You know y/n you look kinda cute like this in my arms.” Damiano said to you. “ i still hate you by the way.” “Will you to get a room please I’m trying to watch the movie here okay the black phone(saw what i did. there) is my fav.” Vic said. You all watch the movie until everyone had fell asleep. THE END ❤️🩹
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Date night 🫶
Victoria x reader
— warnings— smut, fingering, oral (female receiving) and bdsm dynamics —
— summary: you and vic go on a date and it ends with fun at the hotel —
So when she asked you out on a date you were taken aback, why would the hot famous rockstar want to date you? It was definitely a shock and you weren't sure whether you should just say no but you were more ready for a relationship now and you really liked her. So you said yes. And now you were standing in your room mildly regretting it.
Victoria had sent you the address and it was a fancy restaurant that was in the east village. You knew that Vics vibe was very rock n roll and very fashionable. You on the other hand felt very unfashionable, you tended to for floral prints and sweaters and midi dresses. After lots of changes and fresh outfits you decide on a tight black dress with little pink flowers on and lace details. You feel sexy and pretty and you feel like it kind of matches Vics vibe. After applying makeup and finishing your hair, you get stuck on what shoes to wear. Black converse or platform doc martens. You settle on the doc martens as they are easier to get off.
Your phone rings and its vic
“Hey i'm just leaving now” you are running down the stairs in a rush not be late.
“Cool cool, yeah i was just ringing to check you are still up for tonight but clearly you are '' she lets out an awkward laugh and you can tell that she's also nervous.
“Yeah no i'm really excited”
“Yeah me too, i'll let you go cause you sound like you are running a marathon”
“Haha ok i'll see you soon”
“Ciao” you put your phone safely in your pocket and keep walking as fast as you can.
When you are just around the corner from the restaurant you stop and take a deep breath, you don't really know how adult first dates work and your friends have given you advice but what if you forgot or it was awkward.
You walk towards the restaurant and you see vic casually leaning against a wall, you put on a smile and walk up to her.
“Hey you look really nice” you chastise yourself for saying ‘really nice’ why did you say that? Why didn't you say really pretty or sexy or something more enthusiastic?
“Ciao,you look absolutely stunning, shall we go in?” she nods toward the door and extends her arm.
“Yeah lets go” you link her arm with yours.
The waitress shows you to your table which is tucked away in the corner of the restaurant and for a minute you are worried it will be awkward but vic is already talking to you and you are sucked into the conversation. Vic asks you about your job and hobbies and your college major and what life for you was like. You try your best to ask her questions about her job and what the whole fame thing is like and her friends back home but vic seems more eager to talk about you then herself. You order the only vegan thing on the menu which was a vegan burger and when she realises you are vegan she apologises profusely for not picking somewhere more vegan friendly. The date had gone really well and you were proud of yourself doing something that is out of your comfort zone.
“Nightcap at my hotel?” vic asks on the way out of the restaurant, you are pretty sure she is just asking you back for sex but who are you to disagree.
“Yeah sure” the uber ride to your hotel you talk about music and the models of basses that you wished you owned. It was sweet and you were so happy to have someone to talk about this with. You loved your band but the rest of the band played their instruments and had no interest in yours.
“So do you and your band do shows or anything?” you nod
“Yeah we play the occasional bar show and clubs sometimes, people are really getting into indie music so we are definitely getting more and more shows” she smiles widely
“Would you ever tour?”
“I would love to, I mean I guess it would need to be after we finish college but definitely” she looks like she is plotting something and you aren't sure what she is going to say next.
“You're always welcome to join us on tour”
“Ummm thats really nice of you, we wouldn't want to intrude”
“You could never intrude” she runs her hand up your thigh and a shiver runs through you.
“Do you like that princess?” you nod adamantly and she puts her hand closer to your pussy. You hold back a whimper for the sake of the poor taxi driver.
When you make it up to her hotel room you look around at the luxury interior, the dim lights and the neatly made bed. This was something you had never experienced, you had always lived in new york, the furthest you had moved was to your new flat. You stand in the doorway staring at the room, vic clearly notices you freezing and wraps her arms around your neck. You initiate a kiss, it's not even really a kiss, your mouths are just slotted together. She runs her tongue over your teeth, ist a funny feeling but not a bad one. She signals for you to jump and you are confused, you aren't sure how she's going to hold you. You are both similar sizes but you are a little bit taller than her and you are worried that she won't be able to hold you and it will be awkward. So the only thing to do is redirect her, you start kissing her neck. She makes these little throaty noises and you can feel yourself getting wetter.
She runs her hands over the bottom of your dress and you expect her to pull it over your head but she just runs her hands over your wet underwear. She lingers on your clit and you let out a moan, you expect her to withdraw her hand but she then pushes your underwear to the side and slides in a finger. Without any trouble she finds your g spot and your knees buckle no one has ever been able to do this. You had just got out of a relationship when you met victoria and lets just say that it had been very dry sex. But with vic it was magical.
You expect her to do something more or you hope that she does something else but she just pulls out her fingers and you try to almost chase after them. She lets out a raspy laugh and you know she's laughing at you but you don't feel embarrassed at all. You decide enough is enough and pull your dress over your head, when you look at her she doesn't look happy with you at all.
“Did I tell you to do that?” she says in a dominating tone. You look down in guilt.
“No mistress” she yanks your hair making your head snap up toward her face.
“On the bed and on your hands and knees now” you instantly get onto the bed in hope that Victoria will go easy on you. But you know that was probably unlikely.
She spanks you hard on your thigh and it causes you to jump and tumble onto your elbows.
“You will count for me cucciola and when i am done you will thank me”
“Yes mistress”
She starts hitting you alternating between each of your cheeks and your thighs. You keep count and after 20 you wonder if she has plans to stop but she doesn't she just keeps going. You can feel the tingling and stinging in you ass and thighs and you know sitting down tomorrow will hurt like a bitch.
“Puppy you are getting slow on the counting” she hits you again and again and you consider safewording but she must sense that you are getting close to your limit because she announces that she is doing the final 10 spanks.
After she's done you managed to stutter out a quiet “thank you miss”
“Do you want to keep going princess?” she gently rubs your back and its so soothing.
“Yes mistress” you can see her smile and she spanks you again.
“Lay flat on your back” she commands from behind you. You quickly lay on your back and lean up on your elbows to see what she is doing.There is a sharp pain on your ass from the spanks “I didn’t say you could look at me puppy” you quickly put your arms down so you are laying flat and look at the white ceiling.
She straddles your waist and her face is suddenly above yours.
“You look so good beneath me” she leans down and places a gentle kiss on your lips and it throws you off. You try to deepen the kiss and chase her lips but she sits up before you can. “Show how much you want me, touch yourself for me cucciola” you have never mastrubated in front of someone else before.
You weren’t really sure what to do, you never really did much to get off when you were alone and you were worried that it wouldn’t be good enough for Victoria.
You apphenively reach your hand down and toward your clit. You start rubbing slow circles and occasionally going up and down, it’s not doing a whole lot for you especially with the nerves. You let out a fake moan and vic pulls back from the kiss to look at you.
“Tell me you aren’t for real” she sounds snappy and you feel more embarrassed.
“Sorry princess I didn’t mean to make you feel self conscious” she rubs up and down your arms and you are unsure of what to say.
“I just rather have you touch me” you say quietly.
“Do you deserve it?” She’s got a more dominant tone again and instantly you are back into the scene.
“I took all your spanks mistress” it comes out slightly bratty and she’s got a frown.
“Tell me what you want then baby”
“Just touch me anywhere”
She runs her hand down to your pussy and rubs her hand over it. She starts to circle around your entrance and puts part of her finger in, you buckle your hips toward her fingers and she completely moves her hand away. You make a keeling noise and she shakes her head at you.
“If you can’t stay still then I’ll have to tie you up” you moan at the idea of her tying you up again. “Oh you really are a slut, wait there then Princess” she gets off you and goes to her suitcase. She gets out a tie and a scarf, it surprises you that she doesn’t carry round a whole sex shop with her.
“Have to improvise” she has a smile on her face and she is pulling your arms above your head and tying them to the headboard. She moves down to your ankles and uses one of her scarves to tie one leg apart and then the other to the headboard.
“Thank you mistress” she is kissing down your body and working towards you pussy. As she gets closer you start to get worked up and she gets closer but she just misses it and kisses your thighs instead. You roll your head back in annoyance and she just keeps going on her mission.
“Please vic” she moves up again and finally her mouth is on you. You let out a loud moan at her tongue on your clit and she uses her fingers to finger you slowly. She keeps going and your moans are getting louder and louder as you get closer to finishing.
“Do you want to come?” You nod ferociously.
“Let me hear you then baby” you moan loudly as she gets you closer to finishing and you let out little cries. “So pretty baby” your legs are starting to shake from how intense it is.
“Come for me” you come loudly with her tongue on you. She licks up the aftermath of your orgasm and it feels so sensitive, you are letting out little sounds from how sensitive you are.
She moves to lay beside you and you switch positions with her. You kiss her neck and she is letting out whimpers, you kiss down her chest and slowly start to finger her. She spreads her legs more and more as you start to go faster. “Put a second one in”
“You aren’t ready”
“Just because you are on top does not mean you are in charge” you mutter a quiet sorry and put a second finger in, it takes a bit of a push but when you do it she moans louder than she has so far today.
“Thank you Princess” she starts to get more frantic as she gets closer and you are starting to get more worked up. You can tell she’s getting closer when her moans get more and more frequent.
“I’m so close baby” you start to move your hand faster and swipe your thumb over her clit. She almost screams as she comes and you smile at her.
You lay beside her and she is breathing loudly and you watch her chest rise and fall.
“I’ll go get some cream for you ass and a glass of water, just give me a second” she rolls over and just lays there for a minute.
She gets and gently rubs a cold cream into the marks. You let out a little gasp from the temperature and she quietly apologises about it.
“I really enjoyed today” she lays back next to you and you smile at her. “Thank you for putting up with me” she seems a bit insecure about it
“I love spending time with you vic, I will always put up with you” she cuddles into you and kisses you lightly and you hope this will be forever.
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The middle of adventure, such a perfect place to stop
Victoria De Angelis/Ethan Torchio
Friends with Benefits / Friends to Lovers / Genderqueer Character / Coming Out / Angst / Pegging / Blood Kink
“You two should just fuck each other. Easier that way,” Thomas giggles. When three blank stares pin him down, he holds his hands up. “What! That’s the truth, that would get rid of much of the problems, and you already know you’re compatible. I’m not telling you to actually do it!”
“Don’t give them stupid ideas,” Damiano finishes his coffee with an air of finality and stands from the table.
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Ethan sharing his girlfriend/SO with his bandmates because she brought up the idea of group sex once. He doesn't tell her until she gets there and he comes back from the kitchen and whispers it in her ear when Damiano is feeling her up. She gets a little scared and leans on Ethan the entire time and he's right there reassuring her and making sure they don't do anything to make her uncomfortable while he's also joining in.
Three Makes a Group | Damiano David & Ethan Torchio
Pairing: Damiano David x Måneskin!reader x Ethan Torchio
Summary: After bringing up the idea of group sex to your boyfriend Ethan, you have to deal with the consequences of your dirty mind.
Warning/s: smut, just pure smut, spanking, prising, cum talk, dirty talk, dom!Ethan, pussy drunk Damiano, sub!reader, choking, name calling, group sex, threesome, swearing
Author's note: so this is the first time that I'm writing smut. Like... for real. And not only that, it's also the first time that I'm writing something poly. So, I'm sorry if it's bad, I really tried. Anyways, enjoy you, nasty. 😏
You didn't exactly remember that you were talking about that topic with your handsome boyfriend Ethan until a gorgeous frontman showed up at your house, more precisely your kitchen, for a reason that was extremely different than usually.
It was about a week ago when Ethan and you were watching some shitty move that somehow had more sex scenes than an actual plot. You were both snuggled up next to each other under the blanket placed on your sofa as you ate popcorn. Suddenly, just as you thought that a girl and that dude in the movie were about to finally have a normal civil conversation, they started to do everything, but talk. Another girl's love interest showed up and all three of them started to go at it. While watching that scene, you suddenly remembered one of your dirty fantasies.
You don't exactly know what the hell came over you when you started to speak about it with Ethan. It started out as a curious question when you asked him if he ever had group sex before he met you and if he did what was it like. You also said it so innocently that poor Ethan almost choked on his popcorn. But, no. It turned out that he never had group sex, but he said that it would probably be a great experience, sure. After that you simply said "okay" and completely dropped the topic. You felt embarrassed for one reason or another and Ethan felt completely shocked. He simply couldn't believe that you would just ask him that, but then dropped the topic like it was the most normal thing in the world. Like you didn't just ask him what group sex would feel like. It felt like you were asking him where the remote was. Ethan liked that. He found it very amusing. After that little, innocent, conversation, he couldn't get the idea of group sex with you out of his mind.
A few days after that eventful conversation, he suddenly got an idea with who the two of you could do it with. Damiano David, your fellow band member. It was perfect. Damiano and you kind of knew each other the longest and you were like best friends, but he knew very well that Damiano and you found each other attractive. But then again, can he blame you, really? He couldn't. And so he didn't. Instead, he found this situation as a perfect plan to finally get it on with Damiano and you.
And so, this is how you ended up here. Standing in the middle of your kitchen, leaning back again your kitchen counter as you listened to your boyfriend and your fellow band member's plan. Group sex. With the two of them. You were actually very found of that idea, but you were still kind of nervous. After all, you have never done that before. Ethan and Damiano sensed your hesitation and quickly started to reassure you.
"Don't worry, dove." Damiano whispered as he came closer to you and softly started to cerise your soft cheek. "If you don't want to do it we don't have to. But if you want to do it, you don't have to worry. Ethan and I will take good care of you."
"So what do you say, amore?" Ethan got behind you as he slowly, softly started to plant kisses on your neck, Damiano slowly moving your hair off of your shoulder so Ethan could get more access to your neck. You couldn't help but to let out a little whimper. It felt so good, you started to slowly, but surely, relax against the passionate hold of your fellow band mates.
"So what do you say, little love?" Ethan whispered in your ear. "Do you fancy the idea of having the two of us?" You felt yourself shiver as you slowly nodded your head against him as he continued to give you endless kisses and now marks on your neck.
"Words, princess." Damiano softly growled under his breath as his hand found itself suddenly wrapped around your neck. "Yes. I want you, both."
"To what?" Damiano continued to tease you endlessly and it was truly tortures for you. For all of you. But Damiano was a tease, both Ethan and you should have known that for a fact.
"To fuck me." You moaned loudly just wanting for this to start already.
"Good answer." Ethan said as literally picked you up and carried you to Ethan's and your bedroom. Damiano slowly trailing behind you.
Once you got inside, Ethan gently threw you on the middle of the bed as Damiano shut the door behind him. In a matter of seconds, your clothes where nowhere to be found. Not like any of you actually cared about that. As you laid there completely naked, Ethan and Damiano showed you with compliments and endless kisses and sucking and bitting.
You were enjoying yourself so much, you didn't know it could be that good. Suddenly, it seemed like non of you three could take this torture anymore. Damiano got up and walked to the end of the bed. Ethan was drowning you in a passionate kiss as you suddenly felt Damiano grab your legs and you were quickly, quite needy, pulled toward him. Ethan never stopped his attack on you as your legs were dramatically pulled apart.
"Now I want to hear you scream our names, little dove." Damiano ordered you as he suddenly dived into your folds.
He started to quite literally make out with your little wet cunt. It was so passionate and so hot that you could help yourself, but to practically scream. Ethan suddenly started to attack your soft breasts. It felt to good. One of your hands found itself tangled in Ethan's hair and your other hand was gripping the bed sheets. You felt like you were about to explode. It started to get so much that you quickly felt your lower stomach tighten.
"Ethan! Damiano! Ahh-" You moaned their names loudly. It felt as if, after they heard you moan like that, they didn't slow down one bit. They spead up. You thought that it would be impossible for them to go faster than they're already going, but it turned out that you were clearly wrong. "I'm gonna-! Ah!"
"We know. Let go, amore." Ethan encouraged you and so you did just that. You released all over Damiano's tongue as you tried to catch your breath. Ethan continued to kiss your chest as Damiano started to continued to suck you dry.
You started to moan again as you tried to push away from Damiano because of overstimulation, but Ethan kept you in place buy placing both of his strong hands on your hips. He pinned you to the bed so you couldn't escape Damiano's vicious tongue. Just as you were about to cum again, Damiano quickly pulled away and Ethan stopped his attack on you. Damiano stood up with a slight slap on your tigh, prising you about how good you were for Ethan and him, as you continued to paint from exhaustion and disappointment from a lost orgasm. Slowly, Ethan got behind you. He pressed your back against his chest as Damiano brought the two of you to the edge of the bed.
"Now breath, little one." Ethan continued to whispered in your ear, his breath hot you felt lime you could cum again from just that. It felt so hot. It felt so much. "Damiano is gonna have your pretty little tight pussy because poor baby doesn't get you like this very often." He told you and you softly moaned at the thought of Damiano completely destroying your little cunt, giving it to you because you were their little slut. Made for their pleasures. "And I will have this amazing ass. I will enter you right here, right now. From behind while our friend fucks you." Ethan told you and you felt a sharp slap on your rounded ass. You moaned from an impact as you felt him slowly shushing you as he gently rubbed the sore spot of your ass.
"Now relax, baby." Ethan said as he slowly started to trail his hand towards your neck. He wrapped your hand around your neck and you felt him tighten his hold on it as he said his next words.
"Damiano is going to completely destroy your pussy and I'm going to completely destroy your gorgeous ass. Were going to ruin you for everyone, but ourselves. And remember this, little dove." Ethan loudly commanded as he watched Damiano slowly line up to your entrance waiting for Ethan to give him a green light. "We won't stop until you are completely dripping with our cum and begging us to stop filling you up. We may not even stop then." Ethan whispered hotly in your ear as he pressed his thumb against your lips. You immediately started to suck on his thumb wishing it was his cock and Damiano moaned at the sight.
"Fucking slut." He chuckled as he pinched your left nipple watching you as you moaned some more.
"Now prepare yourself. This may hurt a little." And boy it did. The two of them were so big that your poor little pussy and ass barely took both of them inside. Damiano started to literally moan as he entered you.
"I can't believe that your so fucking tight." He cried a bit, completely at your mercy. He was so drunk off of the feeling of your pussy squeezing him, milking him dry. "I'm gonna fucking destroy you, princess, you won't be able to walk for days." He promised you as he started to slowly rub your clit to help you get used to the feeling of them.
Ethan was not so much different. You were practically melting against his hold. He kept his grip on your neck as he entered you. He started to breathe heavily as he felt like he could cum just from your tight ass struggling to keep him inside. He brought his hand down very fast and he felt you yelp from the impact before he started to rub your sore ass and kiss your exposed back. You felt like you were in the middle of life and death. It was just so good that you didn't want the pain to stop. Ever. Hot tears were streaming down your cheeks as Ethan kissed them away. Damiano and him barely kept it together, but they would never even dream of making you feel even slightest bit uncomfortable so they stood frozen on their spot. After a while you ordered them to move. You couldn't take it anymore.
They both started to rock their hips, slowly picking up the pace. You were moaning so loudly. Ethan's hand around your neck, the other one was placed around your ribs fucking into you at inhuman speed. Damiano's head was thrown back as one of his hands was holding your legs open as wide as they could go and his other hand was gripping at your hip. Ethan and Damiano could practically feel that they were touching each other inside of you. It was tortures for all three of you.
"Ugh! Damiano! Ethan!" You were moaning uncontrollably as you felt like the coil inside of you was about to snap. "I'm gonna-!" You didn't even get to finish you sentence as you came so hard on them both. They picked up their paice. You were moaning from overstimulation as they both came inside of you. After a while they both pulled out of you, watching your pussy tighten around nothing as both of your holes were leaking with their cum. They started to finger you softly as Damiano kept shushing you. You were moaning softly, exhausted and overstimulated. They both fucked their cum back inside of you. After they were satisfied with their job, both of them collapsed on the bed on each side of you. They covered you in kisses as you tried to catch your breath.
"Rest, amore. Were not done with you yet."
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Imagine being annoyed with damiano’s new haircut because there’s nothing to tug on while he goes down on you and he just smirks every time you pout
Aww I love this!
At first you love it because the short cut gives you the best access to give him the head scratches that he loves, but then once he starts kissing down your body and starts licking your clit and all you want to do is tug him closer ... there's nothing to hold on to. He hears you whimper and looks up to see you pouting at him and asks what's wrong. When you tell him you miss tugging on his hair he just smirks and shakes his head, getting back to work and guiding your hand to the back of his head anyway.
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👙Ethan/reader
NSFW🚨 nasty smutterific filth
° Ethan Torchio/female reader insert
° If you like my dirty laundry, There's no need for you to clean me- your boyfriend definitely doesnt hate it when you leave your dirty panties lying around the house
wordcount::: 5,444
° commissioned by my baby jace (@wow-ihateithere) 💋 another super fun idea, its always great breaking new ground with you! [requests are open] [but commissions are priority! snatch up the 7th spot in my cue!] ° lyrics stolen from adore delano
° [ITA:] cazzo: fuck
Dustin' off my dirty laundry
Get to work if you want wet dreams
That post workout flow of endorphins was gone. You weren’t feeling very energised as you got out of your car, heading for the front door of your flat. The only thing you were interested in was a shower, so ready to get all traces of the sweat accumulated at the gym off of your body.
You were expecting to find Ethan in a similar low-energy mood - your boyfriend had been struggling with jet-lag since getting home from tour last night. You anticipated a night of nothing more adventurous than snuggling, and maybe catching up on the new episodes of Futurama. And you didn’t need anything more than that to be happy.
You unlocked the front door and stepped inside to find only one lamp switched on in the living room. This, coupled with the general absence of noise in your home, led you to thinking that Ethan was asleep. You imagined curling up in the bed beside him, lying your head on his chest because it was far superior to the pillows that had been your only option these past weeks. Your cat, Pluto, was asleep in his typical spot on the coffee table, not even turning his head in your direction.
By the door, you removed your sneakers. Then you set off in the direction of the bedroom. You could see its door was shut, but around its edges a source of light was visible. This didn’t strike you as odd, you figured the door was shut to keep Ethan from being bothered by any potential burst of energy from Pluto (wanting to avoid him tearing into the room with a case of the zoomies).
Before turning the knob, you heard some noises coming from the other side of the door. They were so muffled that you almost didn’t notice them. They were both out of place and familiar at the same time. Your first thought for the source was that Ethan was talking in his sleep (something you had witnessed a couple of times in the year since the beginning of your relationship).
But when you turned the knob and opened the door, you found that Ethan wasn’t asleep. He was sitting upright on your bed, with two parts of his body in motion.
You could now identify those noises as moans, even though they were still somewhat muffled. They were muffled by the piece of fabric that covered his mouth.
He was masturbating - his hand jerking his dick as his pants and briefs sat bunched up around his ankles. With his eyes shut, you were unnoticed as you took a couple of silent steps into the room. You took in all of the details of this scene you had stumbled upon, fascinated in a way that made your cheeks fill with heat. The speed that he was working his dick at made you think that he hadn’t just begun, he was clearly very warmed up (potentially close to his orgasm). Viewing his pure and unashamed arousal was stirring something inside of you, you were no longer only thinking about taking that shower.
Looking at what he held to his nose, you thought there was something familiar about that particular shade of lilac. He kept his nose buried in it, his hand holding steady even through the shaking of his limbs.
You almost gasped when you recognised that piece of material - it was a section of your panties. Specifically, the pair of underwear that you had taken off your body this morning. After removing them you must have left them on the ground by your side of the bed, where the lingerie had gotten Ethan’s attention, as well as getting him hard.
You were thoroughly surprised and you couldn’t tear your eyes off of him. You weren’t sure how to react, but you knew that you didn’t want to do anything to discourage him.
You licked your lips, questioning if now was the right time to speak, even as you began to talk. “Sweetheart?”
His reaction was immediate, he ripped the underwear away from his face and curled them up tightly in his fist, almost as if he was trying to make them disappear. His hand swiftly left his cock as he scooted across the bed, moving away from you. His face was bright pink, it looked to be hot enough to instantaneously melt an ice-cube. His eyes were wild and you noticed the way he only briefly looked at your face, proceeding to look anywhere but.
“Cazzo, I’m sorry, I’m really- I- shit.” He said breathlessly.
“You don’t have to apologise.” You soothed. “I feel like I should be the one apologising, ‘cause I interrupted.”
He hadn’t yet decided how he wanted to sit, squirming as he tried to reposition so as to somewhat conceal his cock. “No, it’s fine, it’s- I guess I just lost track of time. I didn’t even hear you come in.”
You keenly smiled at him as you made your way over to the bed. “So, what’cha doin’?”
He looked down, his eyes on the nightstand. “I got a little horny.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” He repeated hollowly, he had moved the hand holding the underwear behind himself. But you weren’t about to forget that they were there.
You stopped at the side of the bed. “You decided to have a different kind of workout while I was at the gym, huh?”
“Something like that.”
“Hey, what’s going on?” You asked, you were trying to coax him into looking up at you. You stroked your fingers through the loose strands of hair that were threatening to fall in front of his face. “Are you alright?”
“I’m embarrassed here, love.” He told you. “Look at what you walked in on me doing.”
“So? You’ve walked in on me playing with myself before.”
He shook his head, which he was still holding down. “That’s totally different. You knew that I was coming in. It was part of the seduction, it was planned, it was…” He trailed off with a huff. “And you didn’t just walk in on me masturbating, I was sniffing your dirty panties.”
That made everything crystal clear in your head. There had been a secondary scenario that you had been putting together, seeking out the less obvious explanation. You had wondered if he had taken it upon himself to do some laundry, resulting in the clean lingerie being close at hand when he had needed something to muffle his enthusiastic reactions to the masturbating.
But the situation was exactly as it had first appeared - he had sought out the worn garment, sought out the smell of your cunt as he got himself off.
“And that’s fine.” You said simply.
He looked up at you, an expression of incredulity on his face. “What?”
“What?”
This only served to deepen the furrow in his brow. “No, that’s what I said, you can’t just repeat what I say, that’s not how conversations work.”
“Right.” You said, slowly beginning to make the moves to sit in his lap. When he didn’t deter you in any way, you lowered yourself down and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. You were trying your best to make eye contact, even as he continued to act very shy. “It’s okay, really. You have nothing to apologise for and I don’t want you to be embarrassed. I know that it’s easier said than done, but could you give not being embarrassed a try…” You swooped in to give him a kiss on the cheek. “...for me?”
“I guess.” He said. “Truly, you don’t have a problem with this?”
“Why would I?”
“It’s a perverted thing to do, there’s a reason why I was doing it in secret. It’s nasty, it’s- it’s…”
You had taken to stroking your fingers along the back of his neck as you listened to him gathering his thoughts. “Oh, sweetheart, I would have thought that you knew me well enough by now to know that nastiness is fine with me. I’m a fan of it, in fact.”
This earned you what felt like the first substantial eye contact since you had arrived home. You savoured it, the smile that you had been wearing broadened.
“You promise that you’re not repulsed?” He asked earnestly.
“I promise.” You told him immediately. “I’m just surprised and kind of curious.”
He had placed one of his arms around your waist, happy to keep sharing this closeness with you. You were glad that he was no longer trying to run, he had become present and it brought warmth to your heart.
He leaned in a little closer and you could see those hints of stress were gone from his handsome face. “What are you curious about?”
“I can ask…?”
He nodded as he rested his hand high up on your thigh. “You can. I’ll tell you when I don’t wanna answer.”
You nibbled on your bottom lip as you put extra consideration into what words you were picking. This moment felt fragile and you handled it as such, not wanting to disrespect him in any way. You wanted only positive things to come from this conversation.
“Were you horny before you picked the panties up? Or were they the catalyst?” You asked.
“Catalyst.” He said. “I was getting back into bed from the bathroom and I didn’t even see them, I just stood on them. When I saw what it was, I picked them up. And before I knew what I was doing, I was sniffing them. Then one sniff turned into another, and another and, well you saw how that ended up. The aforementioned nastiness.”
“Wow.” It was all that you could manage to say while your mind was rushed with so many thoughts, and fantasies. You were getting back some of that energy that had dwindled following your workout.
“Yeah, it’s dirty, I know.” He said.
“It’s hot.” You said, asserting what you had been thinking. “You’re saying that I don’t even have to be in the same room as you to get you so turned on that you have to touch yourself… That’s crazy hot, love.”
“Do you think so?”
“Fuck yes!”
He was wearing a small smile and all of his issues with eye contact were seemingly behind him. “What would you think if I told you that this wasn’t my first time doing this?”
“Really?” You asked, your heart beating faster.
“Yeah. It’s not, like, a regular habit or anything. But a couple of times in the past- one time, before we were living together, you left a pair at my place, and smelling them just got me feeling this undeniable way.” He said, with his hand rubbing your thigh. “I don’t know what other questions you have, but what it basically boils down to is I like your scent, like, a lot.”
This was a compliment that you hadn’t realised you needed to hear.
One of your greatest insecurities was how much you sweated. The excessive sweating had come on as a side effect of anxiety meds, prescribed two years ago, and it wasn’t just uncomfortable. It had spurred worries regarding your appearance (you were often regarding yourself as a sweaty mess), especially the way it could disrupt your applied makeup.
Then there were the fears of carrying a terrible odour with you. You had tried every deodorant that promised to stop sweat. You kept a travel-size bottle of perfume in your backpack at all times. You were vigilant, never leaving the house without first taking a thorough shower.
Some people feared public speaking, you were scared to be perceived as smelling bad by anyone at any time. It was like you were always waiting to be ashamed.
You were the one who did the laundry, rejecting Ethan’s offers to take on the chore. Because your dirty clothes were gross. You didn’t want him to have to deal with the unintentionally filthy part of your existence, you always wanted to give him only your best and the embarrassment of your sweating was your secret to keep.
But he had shattered that belief, revealing to you just how much time had been wasted on insecurities. He loved you, even those parts of you that you wished away.
“I guess you could call it a guilty pleasure of mine.” He said.
You turned your body to face his, repositioning a little in his lap. “Maybe my post-gym shower can wait.”
“It definitely can wait.”
You had moved to bring both of your knees to the mattress, resting on either side of him. “Yeah, you can get your fix straight from the source.”
You tilted your head to the side, watching his eyes flutter shut as you leaned in closer. Your lips met, a sharp inhale from him indicating his excitement. You wrapped your arms snugly around him as your mouths worked together, finding the pace to match your desires.
He placed his hands firmly to your back, bringing your chest flush to his. There wasn’t any room for worries, you were too busy sinking into this embrace, with all of its enticing potential.
He manoeuvred his mouth, closing his lips around your lower lip. He gently began to suck on this and you responded by grinding in his lap a little. Moving your hips in a slow circle allowed you to gain the knowledge that he was still erect. This gave you a swell of endorphins, a rush powerful enough to block everything else out.
“Dirty boy…” You moaned, your words only slightly impeded by having him still attached to your lip.
He leaned back with a sigh. “I know.”
You moved your hands to the top of his covered pectorals. “You’re, like, the dirtiest boy.”
“I am.” He said, going along with your teasing.
You pushed, putting some distance between the two of you in favour of getting him flat on his back. Your hands went to the hem of the old T-shirt he had been wearing, you lifted it away from his skin and he assisted in taking it off. You ran your hands along the ridges of his torso as you leaned down. You covered his mouth in kisses, hearing his breathy moans in between.
“You don’t have to hide it from me. Let me get dirty with you.” You said, looking into his soulful eyes.
After stealing another kiss from him, you got up. From a drawer of his bedside table, you pulled out a condom and handed this over to him.
Instead of assisting in its application, you remained standing off to the side of the bed. You started to remove the stretchy clothes that you had worn to the gym, too curious, too turned on to not watch his progress as you did so. You left your clothes on the floor and he got his legs free from the pants and underwear he had still been wearing.
Once naked, he repositioned, moving up to lay his head on the pillow. Expectantly, he kept his eyes on you, waiting for your next move. He was allowing you to set the tone.
And you had plenty of things in mind.
You climbed back onto the bed to climb on top of him. His eyes explored your nakedness as you straddled his hips. His hands caressed up-and-down your sides as you settled on top of him.
“I love you, sweetheart.” He said.
You had been expecting only dirty talk from here on. But this wasn’t an unwelcome thing to hear, it brought a smile to your face as you leaned down, getting more kisses from him. “I love you too.”
His hands stroked across your cheeks as he reached up for your hair. “I just want you to know how appreciative I am…” He had that trademark ‘serious Ethan’ look on his face as he looked into your eyes. “You took a moment that I thought was bad, really bad, I felt terrible. But now you’ve totally turned it around, you’ve made it so much better.”
“And I’m not done making it better.” You said.
You kissed him with your heart fluttering in your chest. You were feeling a different kind of motivation, inspired by the collision of lust and love. It was an irresistible cocktail that you indulged in, seeking a deeper kiss.
As your mouths moved together, you sought to satisfy the other desires in you, beginning to work your hips. You kept your thighs tensed as you rolled your hips back, bringing your wet slit to his erection. You shared your arousal with him in this new way, stroking him with your cunt.
He was already so eager and it wasn’t long before he started to move beneath you. His arms were wound so tightly around you as he squirmed, seeking to create friction between you.
You whined on his lips as you began to stretch yourself open on his tip. You eased yourself down and he remained still, allowing you to be in charge of this moment. You moved one of your hands into his hair, wrapping your fingers around some strands as the pressure built up inside of you.
Your pussy gripped him as you got yourself lower, your hips getting closer to his. You swiped your tongue back-and-forth along his upper lip, feeling that familiar shape before you pushed inside. You massaged across the roof of his mouth, experiencing more of his taste.
He was breathless as you pulled away. You shifted your body weight to your knees as you sat up, his arms slipping from around you. He put his hands to your waist as he stared at you. You could see the wildness in his eyes, so much passion waiting to be set free as you steadied yourself.
His hands gripped down, squeezing your ample hips when you started to thrust your hips into him. His mouth fell open and you could feel how much his shaft was throbbing inside of you. More excitement rushed into you with each rock in your developing rhythm.
Unsurprisingly, his sense of restraint wasn’t as prominent as was typical, leading him to moving you into a faster tempo. He didn’t hold back from snapping his hips into you, his swollen balls slapping on your ass as he strived to satisfy the desperation built up inside of him. You squeezed your thighs tighter against him, intending to stick with him as you reached that next level of pleasure.
The sensations swarming your body only grew more powerful, infusing your movements with a sense of greed as you continued to meet his every jerk. Shutting your eyes, you listened to his every failed attempt to catch his breath punctuated by his ecstatic whimpers.
His hands squeezed you tighter, trimmed fingernails digging into your skin as he got faster again. His hungry pumps came in, getting you closer to the peak with this exciting massage.
As his hips stuttered and moved unpredictably, you knew that he was on the verge of capturing his climax. You writhed with him, trying to stay as consistent as possible. His whines were getting louder, and with absolutely nothing to cover his mouth this time around, you were able to hear exactly what you were doing to him.
With his back arched, he could stroke deeper into you. You were getting short on breath and in the darkness of your shut eyes, you were seeing stars blooming to life.
“Oh, love- ah, unf…” He moaned in response to your continued grinding.
His tensed body shot up, recklessly colliding into you one final time. Your nerves were on fire at the feeling of having him at your sweet spot. But the delicious pressure here was short-lived.
He rocked back as he began to disappear into his orgasm. His hands released on you and he was falling out of anything that resembled a rhythm. Gasping for air, he got lost in it all.
Despite the tension that possessed your body, begging to be resolved, you stilled yourself. You gave him a pause to come back from that intense high. You looked down to where he lay, one arm placed over his eyes as he worked at catching his breath. He had unravelled for you, stuck with the after-effects of that for the moment.
You waited, your eyes on him as you remained committed to this elevated state. You watched the rhythmic, predictable rise-and-fall of his chest.
You didn’t know how much time had passed. But you knew that you were ready to go when he uncovered his eyes, looking at you. You licked your lips and ran one of your hands up his torso. Eagerly, your inner-walls fluttered as you amused yourself by drawing a circle around one of his nipples.
You tested what he would let you get away with, giving your hips a little roll. He didn’t give any indication that your energy was in the wrong place, tilting his pelvis for you as a determined look came onto his face. He picked up your hand and brought it up to his face. He started to tenderly place kisses upon each fingertip as you moved in another experimental rock. Then another, and another, and another, all the while his lips moved across your fingers.
With each thrust feeling better than the last, you were soon finding your rhythm again. It felt so good to get back to moving properly and from your pussy, new sensitivities were stroked to life.
He began to suck on two of your fingers as you drove into him harder. You were holding back less as you enjoyed the way that your body was reacting more.
Losing your composure was absolutely effortless and you slumped forward, more of your body weight crashing down onto him. You grabbed for the head of the bed for some more support as you kept the power in your thrusts.
“Fuck, yes.” You moaned, delighted by the increase of friction between your bodies.
“You feel so incredible.” He said of your keenly-clenching walls.
He put a hand to the small of your back, moving his body with you to increase the impact of every collision. The two of you worked for that mutual goal and you could feel that spectacular peak getting closer.
You plunged yourself down harder and felt the reward of him at your sweet spot. Your body tensed as your heart launched itself into your throat. You reached your hand into his hair, grasping some of the long strands to your sweaty palm as you craved more of that magic.
“Make me come, slut.” You ordered him, giving his hair a little tug.
You fucked into him quicker, bouncing yourself into a frenzy as you lost yourself in the need. Your heart pounded as the intensity only grew, overwhelming everything else.
Short on breath again, he let out a loud moan. “Fuck. I think- oh, you’re gonna make me come again.”
“Yes.” You were thrilled by the idea of it.
Your gut tightened and there were even more stars in your eyes now. You gave him your best jolts as your inner-walls spasmed wildly.
Your jaw dropped open as the magnificent climax took you over. You rode him through the peak, with him following you into his own orgasm. You savoured the feeling of becoming complete with him.
The adrenaline couldn’t get any higher and your body went limp, crumpling in the aftermath. You splayed out on the bed with him. His hand grabbed for yours, the connection remaining intact as your fingers interlaced.
He rolled over until he was close enough to wrap his arms around you. He pressed his face against the side of your neck as you each quietly moved through your states of afterglow.
“Oh, love.” You said with a sigh. “Don’t you see how much better it is when we get dirty together?”
He chuckled. “Truly superior. You’re so right.”
“Ooh, I do love it when you say that.” You said, rolling onto your side so that you could be face-to-face. “But do you know what I love hearing even more?”
His eyes were sparkling as they looked into yours. “I love you.”
“That’s right.” You said. “And I love you too.”
As he began to kiss you, you draped your arms around him. Your bodies moved closer and your limbs slipped into those familiar holds - the perfect embrace coming to the two of you naturally after so much practice. This moment was blissful in its simplicity.
“You really have no idea how relieved I am.” He said. “I thought this would be a secret I would just always have to hide from you, like a kid sneaking out to try booze behind their parents’ back.”
You had begun to push his hair back from his face. “I don’t know why you were so worried. Have I ever done anything to make you feel like I’m some sort of prude?”
“No, no way. But you never know how well someone is gonna respond to those kinkier, dirtier parts of you. I don’t think that’s the kind of thing many people would be happy to come home to.” He said.
“Well I’m happy to come home to it, very happy.” You said. “Imagine if you were the opposite and you had a bitch fit over me leaving my clothes everywhere. But you want them all over the place.”
“Damn straight.”
You sat up out of the embrace, moving until you could reach over the side of the bed. “What about these?” You asked as you picked up the pair of underwear that you had worn to the gym. They had been selected for comfort, far from the cutest pair that you owned. “Are they to your liking?”
He chuckled, taking the underwear from you. “It’s hardly a sophisticated palate that I’ve got. If it smells like your pussy then I’ll like it.”
You noticed that he wasn’t raising the lingerie to his nose, instead holding it at a respectful distance. “Sniff them.”
“Huh?”
You laid down, nice and close to him again. “Show me how you do it, dirty boy.”
“You want me to just…? Alright.”
His eyes left your face, going to the black underwear as he moved them around in his hands, seemingly looking for the section he wanted to smell first. He got to the crotch and spread it out with his index fingers. With the fabric pulled taut, he now lifted it up to his nostrils. He took a deep inhale, getting a proper sample.
“Yeah, that’s the good pussy.” He said, wearing a cheeky smile.
“I’m glad you like them.”
“No. It’s not just like, it’s love.” He said, giving the garment more sniffs.
You were rubbing his ankle with your foot. “I still feel bad for interrupting because you clearly weren’t finished.”
“Oh, I’ve definitely forgiven you.” He said.
“You should keep sniffing, get your fix.” You encouraged. “Enjoy it while it’s hot off the press.”
The look on his face hinted at him knowing that you were up to something. But he went along with your suggestion instead of raising any questions. He kept the underwear close to his face, the tip of his nose almost touching the fabric.
You put your hand to the centre of his chest, feeling how warm his skin was. At first, you were just stroking your hand up-and-down, letting your fingers trail. Then you were applying pressure, giving him a push until he got the hint and rolled onto his back.
Above your underwear, his eyes were sparkling as he watched you. You sought out a new position, placing yourself on top of him, but lower down now. His legs were covered by your body and you started to trace your fingertips along the ridges of his Adonis belt.
“Are you getting all worked up over those panties?” You asked.
“It’s hard not to.” He said. “Your panties are inherently great. They’re so cute and sexy. You look fantastic in them and when you take them off, you leave behind the best scent, without even trying. They’re really unmatched.”
You peeled the sleeve of latex off his cock, seeing the skin glisten in the light cast by the lamp. Looking up at him, you found that his eyes were still glued to you, not wanting to miss a single thing.
“Maybe next time you’re getting ready to go out on tour, I should take a more active role in helping you pack.” You said and you could see how tightly he had begun to hold the underwear. You got your mouth right up next to his dick, letting him feel the warm air that came with your every word. “I could sneak in my dirty panties and give my boy something to remind him of me when he jerks off.”
“Please.” It seemed that he couldn’t get his voice above a strained whisper.
“Sniffing my panties while we’re having phone sex, that would be the next best thing to having me there to fuck.” You said.
He didn’t have anything to say in response to this. His chest was rising-and-falling quicker than before as he watched. You brought your lips to the tensed tip of his cock, placing a kiss here.
But you didn’t let this become the centre of your focus. You moved towards the base of his shaft and used your tongue to clean up some of the expelled cum. You saw him twitch as you moved your tongue, collecting more of his essence. His unique taste coated your tongue as you worked slowly and thoroughly.
You stroked your way up, saving his head for once the rest of the shaft had been cleaned. You paused to take a breath, your eyes moving back up to his face. He had lifted his head from the pillow in his eagerness to see what you would do next. His nose and mouth had disappeared as he continued to grasp the panties to his face.
You trained the tip of your tongue down to his cock’s head, hearing his sharp inhale as contact was made. You flitted your tongue quickly back-and-forth, stimulating him at this sensitive point, amused by the way this made him squirm under you.
Then you placed your lips around the head and used your tongue in longer swipes, properly collecting the moisture beaded here. You felt his legs shift, potentially a symptom of him trying to hold back. You began to swirl your tongue.
You relaxed your lips to move down lower, his cock rubbing against your tongue as you took more of him into your mouth.
“Oh, sweetheart.” His words were thoroughly muffled by the panties as he readjusted under you, starting to arch his back.
Setting your lips in position, you worked yourself up-and-down his shaft. You applied your tongue to him as well, using this as the chaser to your strokes. You wrapped your fingers around his thigh, helping to brace yourself as you set into a rhythm.
“Please don’t stop.” He said in a little whine.
You moved quicker, taking him deeper in the process. You used your free hand to steady him, holding him close to the base. Your pacing was consistent as you anticipated that feeling of him unloading in your mouth, that feeling of his cum surging to splash into your mouth.
His shifting and squirming developed into jerking, with him no longer holding back. He began to match your speed, letting you feel just how hungry you had gotten him. His chest swelled as he glided against your firm tongue. You shut your eyes as you concentrated on the task of keeping up with him.
With a whimper, he rocked up, then froze, launched into the warmth of your mouth. Then you gained your reward, ropes of his cum shooting out to coat the inside of your mouth. He was breathless as he captured this brand new orgasm and you kept sucking, letting him fully enjoy this triumph.
Slowly, he peeled back from you, his cock sliding over your slicked lips. He returned his body to the bed, weakened by this latest release. You were swallowing as you sat up. You noticed that the panties remained over his nose, despite how he had moved his hands away.
“Fuck…” He gasped before he began to laugh breathlessly. “That was so much, so much. Literally, I think I’m gonna need to pass out for about a day to recover from all of that.”
��I hope you remember this the next time you think of keeping any kind of secret from me, love.” You said.
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Peaches, Figs & Cherry Stems
Pairing: Thomas x Reader
Wordcount: 7.7k
Summary: You become fascinated with Thomas eating fruit, and Thomas catches on, getting progressively flirtier with you while everyone around you is oblivious to your little game.
Warnings: Food, Smut
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It’s summer time in Italy and if you learned one thing it’s that summers in Italy are always hot. And this one is especially hot, even hotter than the last. Even with smothering yourself in sun cream your body feels like boiling and your cheeks are heating up for a different reason completely.
Thomas climbed out of the pool moments ago. Water dripping down his body, his chest, his long legs. There are water droplets falling out of his hair and he decides to be an asshole and shakes his head while standing over you, water raining down on you. You don’t complain, it feels like a welcomed refreshment.
However your cheeks heat up and you can feel yourself getting red-faced when one drop of water on his chest catches your eyes. Your gaze follows it travelling down his chest and then his tummy, right down to the waistband of his swimming trunks. Before your eyes travel down further you catch yourself and let your gaze glide up to his face again.
He is biting in a slice of watermelon he must have taken when your eyes were occupied with something else. The watermelon juice running down his fingers makes you blush even more. You’re happy that your eyes are hidden behind the dark shades of your sunglasses and you let your sun hat glide into your face with one little movement. It’s better than to stare at him.
You can still hear it in his voice, the smirk that you imagine is plastered all over his face, when he asks: “Want a slice?”
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You spent the day at the pool again, the sun is burning on your skin, it’s too hot for your liking. Watching Thomas from afar doesn’t help. He’s eating raspberries out of a small bowl that’s sitting on his stomach. Water droplets all over his body again. His lips and his tongue are a slight red-pink from the fruit he just swallowed when he bites his bottom lip. And you ask yourself why you agreed to go on a vacation trip with them. For two weeks, it’s only day two and you’re already feeling like losing your mind. Every time you see Thomas you are sure that he’s going to do something that has your insides turn, your mind cloud with desire and having you want. Or having you want to die on the spot - maybe you’re close to a sunstroke.
“Thomas,” you hear Ethan call from somewhere in the shade, “You’re supposed to share. And please get some sunscreen on your skin asap.”
Thomas grumbles something that sounds like I’m an adult, asshole but he still gets up.
“I am just making sure you aren’t getting skin cancer.”
“Of course, mum!”
On the way inside Thomas drops the bowl of raspberries on your body, almost between your boobs. And then he disappears inside, Vic is snoozing on the sunlounger next to you, a sunburn starting to bloom just over her bikini bottoms.
You’re completely lost in your own thoughts, and you only realise that Thomas is back when he’s towering over you blocking the sun and he grabs your wrist. You want to protest and ask what he’s doing when he already puts his lips around your index finger - and gets the raspberry of the fingertip. Lost in your thoughts you put some of the berries on your fingers earlier. Thomas lets your finger go and goes for the next one. If your earlier thought was that he’ll drive you insane, it now changed to you’ll black out.
“Mmhhhh,” he hums around your finger. His eyes cross your gaze when he pulls off. He takes a raspberry out of the bowl and holds it to your lips, without your agreement your lips open for him and the berry, then he pulls back completely. Ethan is squeezing his eyes at you from afar, you’re sure he only sees blurry, and Vic lets out a snore.
“Did you put suncream on?” Ethan asks.
“Yeeeeaaassss.”
You can see some white cream trapped in his happy trail and your mind reels and goes places where it shouldn’t go. Get your head out of the gutter, you scold yourself and you wonder if he knows. The smell is intoxicating, and it comes in waves when he leans over you to get the bowl of raspberries back - it’s still placed on your body, between your boobs. You think about his rough calloused fingertips against your skin and have to bite your lips.
He leaves behind a cloud of suncream, raspberry, the chlorine smell of pool water drying on his skin, his body wash, cigarette smoke, faint sweat and sandalwood. You want to drown in it. There’s only his smell and confusion left when he’s back at the other side of the pool and he takes his glass.
“Cheers.”
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Making dinner later is a challenge. Damiano is trying to cook, you are making a salad, Vic and Thomas are causing havoc every time you turn your back on them while Ethan sits at the table nipping at his glass of wine, slapping Thomas’ ass when he’s on the way running into Damiano at full speed. He turns around to Ethan and squeals. Damiano drills the cooking spoon between his shoulder blades, tomato sauce all over his white tank top.
“What the fu…,” Thomas turns back.
“Be helpful for once in your life,” Damiano tells him, “instead of being stupid.”
He lets out a tirade of Italian curse words but comes closer to where you are fighting with the pomegranate. You already took off the top of the fruit in your hands and sliced the skin. Thomas takes it out of your hands without asking. Pries it open with his own bare hands, his long fingers holding and simultaneously ripping it apart - but all the same he’s gentle. So gentle that it has you wondering. His fingers popping the blood red kernels out of the pulp right into the salad bowl. The faint red liquid running down his fingers, he isn’t even saying one word. But he looks at you when he’s done, when he grabs for the tea towel that you threw over your shoulder earlier. He still looks at you when he washes his hands, the red off the silver of his ring, and dries his hands.
“Thank you.”
You don’t know why you feel like you want to cry. And for a split second you think he knows because he raises his hand to your face, your hair, before he lets it sink again without doing anything.
“There’s tomato sauce on my back,” he still looks at you, “Isn’t there?”
There’s a piece of pomegranate falling out of your hair when Thomas has left the kitchen to find Victoria again.
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Waking up from a loud splash wasn’t what you expected to rip you out of your more than pleasant dream. Sleepily you walk to the window to see who is responsible for your suffering. You’re surprised to see Thomas in the pool, smiling and waving his hand to greet you just when Vic joins him and dunks him under water.
After you get somewhat presentable, or at least what you can chalk up under presentable, you leave your room. On the way down you run into Ethan, who isn’t saying much, and looks as tired as you feel but he sits down with you when you get breakfast for yourself and offer him a coffee. Strategically you place yourself in a chair which allows you to look out of the big french windows. Best look at the pool. And Vic and Thomas - and the bowl of blueberries.
You can observe how Vic throws the blueberries for him and you smile when you see that he tries to catch them with his mouth. You can see him fail again and again. Berry after berry.
Ethan is too immersed with his phone to notice, and if he does he’s too polite to mention or call you out on it. Even when you get up, clear the table, set a new cup of coffee in front of him and leave, he only mumbles a short Thank you. Thomas is still failing to catch any of Victoria’s blueberries.
Just when you come through the door he finally catches one. He makes a slight courtesy in front of you and you do him the favour to clap. You don’t tell him that you watched how he missed all the other ones.
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Later in the morning Ethan and you both have your noses hidden behind books. Ethan a book with a title you already don’t understand and yours is behind a book you bought in a museum shop.
You can hear the crinkly package of an ice cream sandwich being opened next to you but before Ethan can dig his teeth into it, Thomas' head appears behind Ethan’s book. He sniffs not unlike a bunny and you laugh when you realise that he’s sniffing out food and his next target is Ethan’s ice cream sandwich that he takes out of Ethan’s hand with one swift motion.
He licks around the edges, some strawberry ice cream on his lips that he licks away while looking at you, and only then he bites into it.
“Nah,” he shakes his head and hands it back to Ethan who looks at him like he can’t believe what just happened.
“Why do you think I want something you just licked?”
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“Someone has to do the shopping,” Damiano says, trying to not look at anyone specific but he still looks at Ethan, “I already made a grocery list.”
“I’ll just pay someone to do that for us,” even with the sunglasses hiding most of her face you can still see her roll her eyes behind the shades.
“You don’t have to,” you say, also thinking about the small market you saw on your way, “I’m happy to do it. Good to get outside this house for a bit.”
“I’ll join,” Thomas chirps in. Four pairs of eyes are looking at him, all of them in different states of disbelief. “What? What she said, good to get out of the house.”
Vic raises one of her eyebrows.
“And as I will eat most of it, I might as well choose.”
“Great, having the house quiet for most of the day is a dream,” Damiano says, “Please leave as soon as you can.”
You do leave half an hour later, you in the passenger seat and Thomas driving. Smoking and the wind blowing through the open windows and his hair.
Getting the groceries is easy, Thomas and you working through Damiano’s list from top to bottom. He picks out fruits really carefully, rotating them through his fingers, looking for spots and only taking the ones which he deems worthy enough to go into your small basket. He picks out some lychees he peels and eats straight away. Your eyes are trained on his hands, the fruit, and then his lips. He smiles at you when he offers you one.
When you pick out vegetables Thomas looks suggestively at a cucumber, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You just roll your eyes and he giggles, but as soon as he has his back to you again you smile.
“We should have some gelato,” Thomas says when all your errands are dealt with, “That ice cream sandwich was terrible.”
“What are you,” you laugh, “some kind of ice cream connoisseur?”
“Actually … Yes, let’s do some ice cream testing. I saw a shop in one of those alleys over you.”
The girl behind the counter looks intimidated when she sees Thomas step through the door, she almost drops the cone she’s just handing over to a happy customer. And her eyes go even bigger when he says: “Could I … just get a bit of everything, please?”
For some reason, and you believe the reason to be someone being starstruck, he gets what he asked for without any questions being asked or to deny him the request.
He takes two cups from her and two little wooden spoons.
First he steals some pistachio gelato from the cup he handed you before sitting down in front of the little shop. Then he tries the peach that is in his own cup, and he closes his eyes in delight. When he notices your eyes lingering on him he gets another spoonful and feeds it to you from his spoon.
“Mmhhh.”
“Perfect.”
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It’s almost evening when the two of you are back from your little shopping trip. Damiano is already waiting, rummaging through your bags to find ingredients he needs to cook dinner.
Thomas takes a mango and a knife and disappears outside to sit in the glowing evening sun. You follow him outside, Vic and Ethan are at the table as well. Ethan smoking, Vic painting his nails. But you only have eyes for Thomas and how he cuts the mango into small pieces. How he picks up a piece with his fingers to pop it between his lips and how he licks the sweetness from the corner of his mouth.
It’s almost like he’s treasuring the taste, but at the same time he’s devouring it. There’s only one thought in your head: You want to know how everything tastes from his lips.
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When Damiano calls out that dinner is ready, Thomas is the one who jumps up and makes it inside the fastest.
“You could think we would starve him,” Ethan shakes his head.
But when you see the pasta Damiano cooked, you kind of get Thomas’ urgency to find a place at the table. The food smelling and looking delicious, making your stomach rumble. A gentle reminder that Thomas and you skipped lunch in favour of a gelato sampling.
“Thomas,” Ethan exclaims when he slurps the spaghetti into his mouth.
“What?” He says, “Compliments to the chef?”
Damiano rolls his eyes but takes the compliment with kiss hand, to Ethan’s dismay. You have to admit that it isn’t really sexy or appealing at all but it has Vic and you giggling while Ethan once again shakes his head.
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The next day feels slow and lazy. The most you do is getting in and out of the pool and reapplying sunscreen every now and then, all under Thomas’ watchful eyes.
For lunch everyone’s creating their own pizza with the dough Damiano prepared the night before, so everyone can choose who’s pizza they want to try later. Thomas looks at your creation with interest and then looks back to his own.
“They are the same,” he tells you and when you have a closer look at his, you see that he’s right.
“Oh.”
It’s a strange moment of connection that fades as quickly as it came but has you discussing the Top 10 pizza toppings while eating and Thomas jokingly proposing the idea of a pizza eating contest. You all know he would win.
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The sound of laughter and splashing fills the air as Thomas and you engage in a playful game of catch in the pool. Thomas has a height advantage but you’re moving quicker when he doesn’t know how to coordinate his limbs. You both sit at the edge out of breath when Vic offers you a fig.
As you bite into the fig, the sweet juice drips down your chin without you noticing, you barely notice Thomas who seems to be entranced by you.
“You know,” he says, leaning in closer so Victoria can’t hear him, “I’ve always heard that eating a fig is one of the most sensual experiences you can have."
“Is that so?” you ask, taking another bite, “Any other ideas to explore your senses?”
You decided there was no harm in flirting back, and Thomas’ laugh and sly smile reassures you with your decision. You laugh as well and you can feel the air around you charged with playful flirtation.
“I might have some ideas.”
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Ethan decided to declare tonight movie night earlier in the day, writing it on a chalkboard, which Damiano primarily used to write down a menu for every day, in bold big red letters. Everyone followed the invitation you can see when you’re the last one to arrive. Luckily Thomas pads a free space next to him on the sofa that he saved for you.
As soon as you sit down, he puts a glass of white wine in your hand and a bowl of popcorn between your legs before he sneaks one arm around your back.
Approximately it takes you fifteen minutes to forget what film Ethan picked to watch. The bowl of popcorn is between your legs. A place where Thomas’ other hand now travels to grab for the popcorn. You squirm and blush.
“I told you I have some ideas,” he says a little bit too loud and you expect to be called out but there’s just a Ssshhh from Damiano and Ethan gratefully smiling at him, nothing more.
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“I’ll cook today,” you tell Damiano over a cup of coffee during the early hours of the morning, “If you don’t mind.”
“You kidding?” He gives you a smile, the kitchen is quiet otherwise, everyone else still laying in bed, “I could do with a day just chilling and smoking pot.”
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For lunch you prepare a picnic, salad, fruits, cheese, sandwiches, and some freshly made raspberry lemonade. Thomas joins you in the kitchen from time to time. Sometimes to touch your back, to let his hands linger on your waist when he hugs you from behind but mostly to steal food from plates and bowls and baskets.
Only when you prepare the last item for your little picnic, a lemon tart, he stays in the kitchen without any signs of leaving. And you decide to leave him be and shift your attention back to your dough.
One unfortunate moment Thomas leans his long neck over your shoulder, just when you’re adding flour to a bowl. It startles you so much that you jump, flour packet in hand, and some of the flour landing on your dress and some of it directly on Thomas’ cheek.
“Sorry,” you wipe it off his face apologetically. He smiles an honest smile at you, and the moment turns from embarrassing to cute with that.
You offer him a slice of lemon and he takes it happily, almost as with the glee of a child. He bites into it and you can imagine how the juice explodes in his mouth, the tangy, sour but somehow still sweet flavour capturing his senses all at once. Thomas closes his eyes while savouring the flavour and then he seems to become aware that you’re watching him, your eyes intense and focused solely on him.
Your eyes meet, the moment passes, but there’s a spark of attraction and desire you can’t quite place but you also can’t ignore. A shared moment of pleasure on a hot summer day.
“Could you squeeze them for me?” You roll the lemons to him and point at the lemon squeezer press on the counter. When he gets the knife to cut them in half, you think this was a bad idea but he makes it without cutting off his fingers.
He’s just about to say something, one half of lemon still in hand, and then a sudden burst of lemon juice hits your eye.
“FUCK!” It burns and stings but it calms down at least slightly when you press a wet towel on it. And your initial shock quickly turns into banter. “Thomas, why did you do that?”
“Oh,” he looks at you playfully, “Now it’s my fault that you’re staring at me?”
Just when you want to answer, Ethan barges into the kitchen: “Can I help?”
“Yes,” you say - towel still on your eye, “You could span the parasol, get some blankets, take the plates and cutlery outside.”
“Oh,” he looks at your eye, “I heard screaming, everything okay?”
“Yes, just squirted into her eye,” Thomas admits sheepishly.
“Squi- … Sorry, you did what now?”
“The lemon,” you point at the culprit - Thomas who still has the lemon in his hand, “He squirted it into my eye. Actually take the menace out of my kitchen as well.”
“You sound like Damiano,” Thomas pouts at you but still leaves. Not that he has another choice when Ethan throws him over his shoulders and leaves for the door.
“Those sandwiches are lovely,” Vic says later, “And I’m excited to taste the lemon tart.”
“Went through a lot of trouble for that one,” Thomas says but you choose not to correct him. You went through all the trouble. However you playfully put a lemon slice into Thomas’ lemonade.
“Hey,” Vic squeaks, “Why is he getting special treatment?”
“Because I’m a really special boy.”
.#####.
For dinner preparations Thomas stays away from the kitchen, too busy playing guitar at the pool. You seek out Damiano’s help, he happily obliges and fires on the grill that’s on the terrace. You can conveniently hand him the things that need to be grilled while the air is filled with Vic’s laughter, the sound of Thomas' guitar and a cicada background concert. Damiano and you happily chatting from grill to kitchen window until he calls everyone for dinner.
Thomas looks at his plate and then up to you.
“Figs stuffed with goat's cheese and wrapped in prosciutto,” you tell him, “And Damiano grilled them. You know I’ve heard somewhere that eating a fig is one of the most sensual experiences you can have.”
He blushes and you know that your flirting just became more intentful with this small gesture of food.
“Sexy little appetiser,” Vic laughs.
Damiano plates the next round of food, so everyone is free to take what they desire. Steak, vegetables, salad and grilled stuffed portobello mushrooms and little stuffed tomatoes. Thomas’ eyes stay a bit too long on them before he takes something of everything.
“I see,” he says, “We have some kind of a theme going here. Everything is stuffed.”
Now it’s on you to blush, but everyone is still gleefully chewing their food, so you take your chance: “I guess you can think of other things too?”
“I had those filled zucchini boats lately,” Ethan says oblivious to Thomas and you shamelessly flirting right under everyone’s nose, “Lovely dish.”
“The dish,” Vic asks, “Or the girl?”
“Both,” Ethan says before he quickly puts a fork full of food into his mouth.
.#####.
Later when everyone else left for bed, Thomas takes a spread of cheese, crackers and grapes that’s still left from your lovely garden picnic outside and places it between you. He stumps out his cigarette before he picks up a grape and holds it up to your lips. You open your mouth, and the grape bursts with flavour. Thomas leans in and for a short moment in time you think he leans over to kiss the sweet taste of the grape from your lips but even this moment passes.
Next you hold a grape up to Thomas’ lips and he takes it with a hum. The intimacy of the moment isn’t lost on you and you’re certain that isn’t on Thomas either, a felt sense of surrender to the pleasure of the moment. Somehow getting lost in each other, the world around you fading away as you focused on the simple joy of grapes and Thomas next to you.
As the bunch of grapes dwindles, you find yourself with a sense of sadness once again. You don’t want the moment to end but you know it will and while you both savoured the last few grapes you took your time and relished in the moment.
When the grapes are gone, only cheese and crackers left, you both laid there for a few more heartbeats, basking in the afterglow of the experience. You both don’t need words to express what you were feeling, you knew that you shared something special. You both had surrendered to the moment, and in doing so, you found something truly beautiful.
.#####.
Ethan and you are both standing in front of the chalkboard in the kitchen the next morning.
we’re going out tonight
Is written on the board in Ethan’s handwriting.
FOR DINNER!!!!
Underneath in Damiano’s.
“But …,” Ethan says, “there’s this fair close by, I thought that would be fun.”
“I booked a table,” Damiano says apologetically, “but tomorrow we’re going to the fair, I promise.”
.#####.
Lunch is an adventure, you daydream with your eyes open, Thomas always the centre of your gaze.
Thomas is dangling cherries over his mouth while Vic happily captures his every move with her phone camera. Thomas once again came to the table only in his swimming trunks, his bare feet edging around yours under the table.
“Who do you think can spit the pit the furthest?” Vic asks Ethan who are the only ones that haven’t touched the cherries yet.
“Thomas,” Ethan answers.
“Okay,” Vic says, “My bet is on her. 50 Euro?”
They both lose, when Damiano ends up being crowned the winner of your cherry pit spitting contest.
“But I bet you can’t do this,” Thomas says before stuffing a cherry stem into his mouth.
You can see utmost concentration reflecting on his face.
“Show off,” Damiano comments before he turns away to talk with Ethan and Vic.
Thomas looks into your eyes the whole time, you can see his tongue move. Hot pleasure sparking up your spine. And then he sticks out his tongue, still looking at you, the cherry stem laying on his tongue, a knot in it. He takes it off his tongue, rinses it in his glass of water before he puts it into your hands and you look at the knot in the stem fascinated.
“How did you do that?”
“I can teach you,” and when he’s sure that everyone is distracted by something else he adds: “You know, I can put it to good use somewhere else as well.”
.#####.
You have to admit that Damiano picked a lovely little restaurant, you can see the sea from the terrace. Even Ethan is happy exclaiming that he was here not too long ago with someone.
“Who’s this mysterious person you’re keeping away from us?” Thomas teases.
“Special,” is the only answer he gets and Thomas shrugs.
You can’t decide on a cocktail when Ethan nicely offers his advice which is why your choice falls on a sparkling raspberry cocktail called Love Potion that comes with a popsicle served in your glass.
You carefully take the popsicle out of your drink when it arrives and suck on it under Thomas watchful eyes. He squirms in his chair, it’s even visible to Victoria who asks him if everything is okay. It’s the first time that you notice - really notice - that you have an effect on him as well.
.#####.
The next day Thomas eats peaches when everyone else retreats from the sun for a bit. You’re feeling close to blacking out but it isn’t the sun that troubles you, it’s Thomas.
You’re in the pool, cool water engulfing you, while Thomas sits on a chair, sucking some juice from his fingers before he takes another one and bites into the flesh. When he’s done he seats himself at the edge of the pool, feet in the water.
“You didn’t wash your hand,” you call him out but swim closer to him, interested in his antics.
“Yes, but I thought …” he trails off, “You like peach, right?”
He puts his peach-soaked fingers on your lips and without thinking you suck on his fingers, savouring the taste of peaches and Thomas’ skin. You’re between his legs. Once again a shared moment of intimacy, the water creating a private oasis where you can let your guard down and explore your attraction. That is until Vic jumps into the pool, ass first. You pull back and Thomas lets his fingers plop out of your mouth before Vic looks at you two smiling and you both wave at her.
.#####.
Later Vic offers you a lollipop, you happily take it from her when you think about the popsicle and the reaction Thomas’ body showed to it.
After a few minutes Thomas has to dip into the pool and dives under water. You take it as a small success after the peach.
.#####.
“Since when are you on your phone 24/7?” Thomas asks Ethan when you’re walking through the fairground. “Did Vic possess you? Or are you flirting? Is it special?”
“Stop being mean,” you elbow him in his side.
“It’s okay,” Ethan assures you, “Yes, really special, thanks for asking. She’s a writer and sent me this idea a few days ago, so I’m just trying to be useful to bounce off ideas.”
“Cute,” you say and take his phone from him. He looks at you confused but then Vic hands him cotton candy. “Let me take a pic of you with that, you can send it to them.”
“Wonderful idea,” Vic comments and you can hear Thomas whispering something that sounds like All this time I have been surrounded by secret romantics only.
It doesn’t take long for you and Thomas to lose sight of the other ones. It’s a beautiful beach setting, the sounds of waves crashing on the shore. And you sit down for a bit, Thomas enjoying the sweet taste of cotton candy that Vic handed to him as well, while the sun slowly sets on the horizon. You laugh and talk and he feeds you some of the sticky treat as the sky turns into a canvas of oranges and pinks. The salty sea breeze gently brushes your skin. Thomas teases you with his sticky fingers and playfully wipes them on your cheeks and your nose before you chase him down the boardwalk.
When you catch up with him, you can see that he smeared some of the sticky sugar on his cheek while biting into the fluffy treat. You take a tissue for yourself to get rid of the sticky residue on your cheek and then take another one to wipe his cheek clean.
“Thanks, babe,” he says, his eyes sparkling with amusement, “You’re always looking out for me.”
You blush, feeling a warm sensation spread through your chest.
“Secretly romantic yourself, huh?”
.#####.
The candy cotton gone, Thomas is having a debate with himself if he wants chocolate covered strawberries or if he wants a candy apple before joining Ethan for a hot dog who just called to ask where you two got lost.
He decides for the apple, once again a sticky mess, sticking to his chin and you pass him a tissue. You can’t help but laugh.
“You’re a mess,” you say, smiling at him kindly.
“I couldn’t resist, and this takes the longest to eat,” he grins, his eyes sparkling with joy, “Which means I can spend more time with you alone.”
You blushed, feeling a flutter in your stomach. You walked through the fair, Thomas taking your hand in his, admiring the brightly lit rides, the sound of children laughing and music blasting from booths with silly games. As you approach a small ferris wheel he looks at you, again a twinkle in his eye: “You want to go up?”
You hesitate for a few seconds, unsure if you’re ready for the heights. But you look at him and he’s still smiling.
“Sure, let’s do it.”
“I promise, I’m gonna hold your hand the whole time.”
As you board the ride and you begin your ascent, Thomas leans close to you, still holding your hand and whispers: "I'm glad we did this."
“Me too,” you say softly, feeling the rush of the wind and the uncomfortable rush of heights but the comfortable touch of Thomas’ hand in yours. As you reach the top of the ferris wheel he gently squeezes your hand.
“You know, I feel like we have a connection," he says, his voice low.
You can feel your heart race, not only from the rush anymore.
“I know what you mean,” you’re saying with a surge of courage. You talk about the last time you both have been on a ferris wheel and then your topic of conversation swiftly switches to what was the most stupid thing you did to impress someone to what was your biggest regret.
As you make your way down the Ferris wheel, he keeps his arm around you, holding you close and making you feel safe and protected. And then the ride already stops before you know it.
More than half of his candy apple is still uneaten and as he takes another bite he starts to twirl his apple on the stick, trying to impress you with his finesse. He spins the apple faster and faster, trying to look impressive. You watch him with amusement before giving him a daring smile. Then he stops and takes a huge bite of the apple but as he does he accidentally bites into the stick, causing the apple to fall to the ground. You burst out laughing, and Thomas blushes, a hint of embarrassment.
“Maybe it’s time to find the others.”
You find them ten minutes later in front of the hot dog stand Ethan mentioned earlier.
“Did you get lost or something?” Ethan asks.
“We got sidetracked,” you say, “By food and the ferris wheel.”
Vic looks at Thomas, disappointment visible on her face: “Hey, I want to go on the ferris wheel with you.”
“Sorry,” he grins, “Maybe ask Damiano.”
“Hell fucking no!” he shouts.
“Maybe Eth here is interested,” Thomas suggests, “When he can leave his phone for a minute or two. Or maybe you aren’t interesting enough, Vic. Would she be crazy enough to go on a ride with you?”
Ethan looks up from his phone, you can see how he just sent another photo from when Thomas and you were lost. Not very Ethan like and when he sees your questioning gaze he says: “Everything for a little bit of joy, you know.” Then he looks at Thomas, “Yes! And I would hold they hand the whole time while watching the sun.”
“A crazy thing to do,” Damiano chirps in.
“Love story of the summer,” Vic smiles at Ethan, “Happy for you.”
Thomas winks at you when your gaze crosses.
.#####.
Thomas has a frappuccino and strawberries for breakfast the next morning when you come into the kitchen in your pyjamas, the rest of the house still quiet.
He takes small sips of his pink drink while maintaining eye contact with you. Then he takes it a step further, running his tongue over his lips after he had a sip. Next he playfully dips his finger into the whipped cream but instead of offering it to you, initiating physical contact this way, he licks the cream off himself and lets out a satisfied moan. Still looking into your eyes, it’s a bold move but by now you don’t expect anything less from him and when he takes another sip he lets some whipped cream get on his nose.
“Oops,” he says playfully, “Would you mind helping me?”
You know, he did it because of the night at the fair prior, and it’s kind of silly and cute in it’s own way.
“That the connection you talked about?” you ask.
“Don’t get me wrong,” he says, “I love the day long foreplay, really enjoying it, but I also love talking with you, and listening to your ideas and sharing my thoughts with you.”
He grabs your waist and gently pulls you down in his lap.
“I love conversations with you too.” And then you grin when you see Thomas' soft gaze, you know it’ll take him off guard. “Foreplay you said, hmmmm?”
“Uhhhm,” he squirms under you, “Yeah.”
He takes a strawberry and takes it between his teeth, edges closer to you. Your hand on his stubbly cheek. You take it off him with your lips and it’s the first time you feel his lips on your, a kiss. He takes another strawberry that you steal from him and he lets his tongue dance around yours for a few minutes before he bites your tongue and you moan into his mouth.
You wonder how everyone is still oblivious to what you two are doing.
.#####.
For lunch Thomas drinks red wine across from you. Lovely colour on his lips, against his pale skin. He takes notes out of your book, still remembering the fig, red lips and wine dripping down his chin.
He bats his eyelashes at you innocently.
You want to kiss the spill away but he takes a napkin before anyone else can notice.
.#####.
That night Damiano serves champagne with dinner and you decide to be bold. Even bolder than Thomas, you don’t care that everyone is watching when some of your drink drips down your chin.
“What the fuck is going on?” Vic asks, “How did you both get stupid? He somehow can’t eat normally anymore, you’re spilling everything over yourself. Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m great,” you answer, “Just spilled something.”
Thomas looks at you fascinated. A little bit of pride sparking in his eyes, his gaze still at your lips while you’re thinking about all the things you want to do to him.
The rest of the dinner is quiet and civilised, no one calling you out on your bullshit, or stopping you to get deeper into this. After you finish your plate you get up and outside to clear your head.
Thomas follows you only minutes later to the back of the garden, hidden by trees and plants. He has the bottle of champagne in hand.
“Whatever you just thought of, you can do it, you know.”
He hands you the bottle. Thomas moans loud when you climb into his lap, tipping some champagne into his mouth that he willingly opens for you.
“God, Thomas. Stop masturbating in the wild,” you can hear Damiano say from the terrace and you quietly laugh against Thomas’ neck.
You let some spill over Thomas’ neck before you get some champagne on Thomas’ nipples and you lick the liquid away. Thomas shudders and moans under you, quieter this time. There’s champagne on his stomach and some that you lick out of his navel. Thomas squirms more and more under you the closer you get to his dick. He gasps when you spill cold champagne over it and lightly blow against the tip. Thomas’ hand grabs for your hair and you moan as well. He squirms more with every lick, every kiss to his sensitive skin.
“Fuck.”
You don’t do more than french kissing him but every reaction shows you that it does something for him.
“Fuck, I’m not gonna be able to hold that.”
You teasingly let your tongue play with his tip, which already draw the most moans out of him before, now the moans are turning into little whimpers before he bucks up his hips and cums.
“Sorry,” he says and uses his shirt to get the cum off your face, “I … I didn’t touch myself since we started this.”
“Interesting,” it’s absolutely not what you expected and you shamefully think about the times you touched yourself, you blush. Thomas looks at you. “You think you could do that again?”
His eyes go wide, another whimper escaping his lips.
“Before we fuck fuck?”
“That’s a possibility?”
“Oh, hell yes,” you laugh and Thomas enthusiastically nods his head. “No touching for you but maybe you can show me what that talented tongue can do with other things than a cherry stem later?”
“Yes,” you can feel his breath against the skin of your neck, “And then in a few days we can … switch?”
“Sure,” you say and leave another kiss on his lips before you get up.
You can't help but feel a sense of closeness and vulnerability, as if you're sharing a secret that only the pool water can hear.
On the way inside you see Damiano sitting by the open window and looking at you shocked when you enter from outside.
“Oh god, I am soooo sorry … On Thomas’ behalf.”
“What?”
“Wait, did you not he- see him?”
“No, I did, he sits in the grass,” you smile at him, “He smokes.”
“Thank god.”
He doesn’t know that you just licked off champagne from Thomas’ nipples. And his dick.
.#####.
Thomas joins you in your room half an hour later when you’re just taking a shower. As the warm water cascaded down your body, you let out a contented sigh. You always loved the soothing feeling a shower gives you. You close your eyes and tilt your head back, letting the water wash away every thought that exists in your head.
You suddenly hear the bathroom open and footsteps approaching, you turn around and expect to see Thomas just grabbing a towel or to announce that he’s there but to your surprise he undresses himself and walks straight towards the shower.
“Hey,” you laugh, “What are you doing?”
“I couldn’t resist,” he smirks, “And I think I promised this talented tongue to someone.”
He steps into the shower and wraps his long arms around you.
You lean into Thomas’ embrace and tilt your head up, meeting his lips in a gentle kiss. Your bodies pressing together, the water cascading down your skin as you explore each other's mouths.
As you continue to kiss, Thomas’ hands begin to wander, tracing patterns over your wet skin. You shiver at his touch, feeling a familiar warmth building between your legs. You press your body closer to his, silently asking for more.
He responds by trailing kisses down your neck and across your collarbone, sending more shivers down your spine. Thomas nibbles gently at your earlobe, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. You reach up and tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer.
You stay there in the shower, lost in each other. Reluctantly, you pull away from each other and step out of the shower, wrapping each other in towels. Drying him you give him a knowing look, both of you feeling the heat between you.
He slowly leads you to your bed and follows closely after you when you fall down on it and then he’s between your legs. Smiling up to you.
“So,” you smile at him - getting your hands into his hair, “That talented tongue you’re so proud of?”
Thomas nods between your thighs, his eyes dark with desire as he takes in the sight before him. With a shy kiss, he begins to explore every inch of your sensitive flesh. His tongue tracing every curve and fold with precision and skill. As you catch your breath, you look down at him and see the look of satisfaction and pride on his face. You smile and run your fingers through his hair, pulling a little harder.
As he continues to tease and tantalise you, you find yourself succumbing to the pleasure building within you, your breath coming in short gasps, arching your hips towards him and moaning with each flick of his tongue, and gentle suck of his lips. There’s a knock coming from Damiano’s room above and Thomas laughs when you can hear Damiano shout of the window to please stop.
The sensations become more intense with each passing moment. His tongue delves deeper, until finally you can feel yourself getting closer to the edge. You cling to the sheets as you shudder with ecstasy, your body convulsing with pleasure as you ride the waves of your orgasm. As you come down from the peak of pleasure, Thomas’ face comes into view, his eyes full of satisfaction as he gazes at you with reverence.
You lay there, panting and sweating, feeling a sense of euphoria sweep over you. You start smiling when Thomas pulls himself up to lay beside you, wrapping his arms around you. Holding you close. Your bodies entwine, and you bask in the warmth and comfort of each other's embrace.
When you can finally breathe again, you’re both flushed, your bodies still buzzing with desire.
"I think we've discovered the most sensual experience of all," you say.
He smiles, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Oh, I think we've only just begun to scratch the surface here.”
As the night progresses you find yourself lost in each other’s company. Talking about everything and nothing. The dimly lit room seems to glow with a sense of intimacy all around you when Thomas falls asleep in his arms.
.#####.
The next morning there are no restraints anymore, you leave for the kitchen together but Thomas is still playing his games when Vic joins you at the table, still oblivious to everything.
Thomas chooses pineapple, bread and takes some honey, an unusual choice for him, but when he gets back to the table you know why he all of a sudden felt the craving for it. While he tries to get honey on his slice of bread, he drips honey on his thigh. On a spot you licked champagne off his skin last night.
“What a dilemma,” he says and Vic laughs while you blush. And somehow get even redder when Damiano enters the room.
“When?” he looks at you, then at Thomas, “When and where did this happen?”
“Here,” Thomas says, using his fingers to delicately take off a piece of pineapple from his plate, taking a playful bite first before he runs it along your lips, “Right under all your noses.”
Victoria looks at you shocked, and also searching for guidance in what’s going on: “Wait, what? You two are … Wait, are you fucking?” She slaps his shoulder. “And you didn’t tell me?”
“We didn’t even fuck yet,” Thomas says.
It’s the first time Ethan says something: “Well, whatever you two did last night, I’m sure it counts as sex.”
“Please wait with the fucking until you’re home,” Damiano looks at you, “Please.”
Thomas pouts at you from the side and shakes his head, probably thinking about the fact that he isn’t allowed to touch himself until then.
“Sure, that’s only a week.”
.#####.
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