#damiano david x fem!reader

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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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[till-you-scream-and-cry]

Disobedient

Pairing: Damiano x Fem!Reader 

summary: you’re fed up with recent behaviour of Damiano, once you try to make him understand his mistakes, he seems to be enjoying your dominance more than you expected

word count: 1.8k

contents: SMUT, angst,  sub Damiano - dom Reader, anal play

Måsterlist | tåglist | my chapter story

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“Get over yourself, love. It’s not that deep.” 

His words kept ringing in your head for hours after he left your place. You closed the door with a loud bang, trying to show him your anger. It wasn’t the first time he dismissed you like that. Being his sub was fun, but lately, Damiano seemed to be forgetting that he needed to treat you with respect for it to function properly. Because of all the stress and sudden fame, his attitude changed, his ego grew even bigger, and he started treating you like a brainless toy even outside of his bedroom. That wasn’t something you agreed to. 

You wanted to ignore their gig so much, but you already had a plane ticket and wanted to see London for a while now. Not to mention that you had some friends there you wanted to visit. You packed your bag and left for the airport with a head full of thoughts, from which none made sense anymore. You checked into the hotel and started getting ready for their gig. Sure, you felt like an idiot, but besides him, you wanted to be there to support the rest of the band you’ve got pretty close with. The tight, black, lacy dress was waiting for you on the top of the suitcase. His favourite. You sighed, got dressed, put on some makeup, and left, to let him humiliate you one more time. 

The gig was amazing, as always. You managed to chat with Ethan, Vic, and Thomas beforehand, but Damiano was nowhere to be seen. He showed up a minute before the last call, with a devilish grin and sweaty forehead. You saw him wiping someone’s lipstick off before he joined the rest. Fucking liar. You joined their team backstage, impatiently wanting for a gig to end. After a bit over an hour, they left the stage and showed up all sweaty and excited. 

“Hey, you.” he smiled when he saw you and stepped closer. Damiano grabbed your chin and pulled you into a rough kiss. You wanted to stop him, but you liked it too much. “Give me a second to change, I’ll take you to my hotel,” he mumbled, winked, and disappeared into the dressing room before you had a chance to speak up.

Moments later he was back in his normal clothes, squeezing your hand, pulling you towards the taxi. The whole journey to the hotel he kept staring at his phone, not paying any attention to you. You felt your pulse getting faster, your jaw was clenched and your muscles tense. He wrapped his arm around your waist and let you go only to open the door to his room. 

“Fuck I’m tired…” he grunted as you both walked in. Damiano unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on the floor. He sat down heavily in the armchair, with his legs spread, put his arms on the armrest and looked at you with dark eyes. “I missed you.” He purred. 

“Did you really?” You scoffed and slammed the door shut.

“What’s with that attitude?” He frowned.

“Are you for real? Do you even remember our last conversation?” Your hands got shaky from the anger growing in you.

“Yeah, well you kept whining about me not being sweet enough, you’re my sub, not my girlfriend,” he said coldly.

“Oh, so I don’t deserve any respect? I don’t want you to be sweet, I want you to listen to me.” You got closer to him. “Besides, we had a deal that I’m your sub when I’m wearing your collar, do you see any?” You pointed at your bare neck.

“So…what do you want from me?” He sighed, sending you a bored look.

“I want you to shove that ego up your ass and apologise for being a piece of shit for me in the past weeks!” You yelled, slamming your hand against the armrest.

Damiano looked at you with wide eyes, you never lost your temper like that with him. 

“Alright…I’m sorry if you felt hurt…”

“Oh no…” You chuckled ironically and grabbed his chin between your thumb and index finger, squeezing hard. “Apologize for what you did, not for how I felt, you dickhead.” You spat out, staring deeply into his wide eyes. 

Damiano swallowed hard, his eyes softened in a way you’ve never seen before. You hooked your finger under the hoop of his collar.

“Well?” You hissed.

“I…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, mm…” He stopped and bit his lip.

“What was that? Say it.” You moved your face closer, resting the free hand on the armrest, towering over him. 

“I’m sorry…ma’am.” He said quietly, looking at your face with dreamy eyes. You raised your eyebrow and cocked your head to the side.

“Seems like you’re enjoying it a bit too much, don't you think?” You looked down and saw a growing bulge in his trousers. 

“I…well…” He stuttered. You tugged on his collar; his face was now inches from yours.

“You want to be my slut tonight? Just a pathetic fuck toy, hmm?” You cooed, watching his pleading face.

“Yes…please…” He mumbled, slowly licking his lips. 

You smirked and dragged your hand over his chest, already plotting revenge. You stopped at his nipple, and pinched it, watching his reaction. He gasped; his eyes were hooded. You gently tugged on his piercing, watching him squirm. 

“Can we…can you please use something on me?” his voice was so desperate; you enjoyed every syllable.

“Maybe. What do you mean?” You moved away and let him get up. He went through his luggage and handed you a silk bag with a massive blush on his face. Inside there was an anal dildo and a bottle of lube. “Awww someone wants to be fucked?” You asked, stroking his cheek. You had no damn idea how you conveyed your anger into the need for dominance so easily. 

“Please? I’ll be a good boy for you.” He said quietly, palming himself through his trousers. 

“Undress and get on the bed.” You commanded. 

Damiano didn’t hesitate. He slid down his trousers with his underwear, and his semi-hard cock bounced back right away, making you smile. He sat on the bed and looked at you. 

“On all fours.” You growled, walking closer. He propped himself on his knees and hands and looked back at you as you sat behind him. “Who would’ve guessed that you can be so obedient?”

You started slowly teasing his ass cheeks with your fingertips, tickling his delicate skin. He kept wriggling and arching his ass.

“Is someone impatient?”  You asked, and he nodded. 

You massaged his skin and smacked him hard, leaving a red handprint. He moaned quietly; his cock twitched between his spread legs.

“You like that, baby?” You cooed.

“Fuck, yes I love it…harder please,” he whined.

You smacked him again, massaged his red skin and spanked him one more time. His moans got more high-pitched, and his hard cock started oozing precum.

“You want more?” 

Damiano looked back at you. His eyes were half closed, face pink, hair stuck to the forehead, loose curls disturbing his vision.

“Please, ma’am.” He whined. His voice cracked at the last syllable. 

You grabbed the toy and covered it in a thick layer of lube. You put a little bit on your fingers and started spreading it over his hole. He flinched at the cold gel touching him but immediately got lower on his elbows, arching his ass up. You saw that he was ready and started slowly pushing the tip of the toy.

“Take your time…” You purred, stroking his back.

“More, please…” He whined, backing up a little, taking the toy deeper.

After a few minutes, he managed to take it in completely and started shaking from anticipation. You started slowly moving the toy, trying to find his weak spot. As the tip hit his prostate, he moaned loudly. You grinned and started moving the toy in that direction. His cock was painfully hard and swollen, his precum was dripping on the bedsheets. As he was getting closer you pulled out the toy to which he looked back at you.

“What…” He asked confused, his muscles contracting in lust.

“I deserve some fun too after all, don’t you think you owe me one?” You asked, putting the toy aside. 

“Yes ma’am…maybe…can you please use me? Just…”

“Hmm? What do you want?” You leaned closer, stroking his hair with a smile.

“Please…please ride me,” he mumbled, suddenly almost embarrassed to ask for it. The confident dominant macho was gone.

You nodded, and he turned on his back and watched you with wide eyes. You lifted your dress a little and straddled him, careful to not even touch his cock. You unclipped his collar.

“I have a better use for that…” You grabbed his wrists, pinned them above his head and tied them to the bedframe with the choker. “There, you don’t deserve to touch me today.” 

You grabbed his cock and teased your clot with it for a moment. Watching him being so submissive and pathetic made you wetter than you expected. You slowly slid down his cock, taking him in entirely in one go. You both moaned loudly, his hips started uncontrollably thrust up. 

“Fuck I missed it” You whispered, feeling his thick dick deep inside you, stretching you so well.

You started slowly moving your hips, but it wasn’t easy since both of you were close. You sped up, riding him the way, you craved so much, the bed was squeaking loudly, your bodies were making all kinds of noises, and the room was filled with moans and the smell of sex.

“Please...let me cum” he whined, thrusting his hips up faster to match your pace.

“Yes…Yes!” You screamed. 

Damiano didn’t wait any longer, he broke the clasp of the choker and set his hands free. He grabbed your hips and started slamming you faster on his cock. That was all you both needed. You came with a loud scream, mixed with his grunts and moans. You rode out your orgasm and collapsed on his chest. It took you a moment to catch a breath when you did, you finally looked up at him.

“That was…unexpected.” You mumbled, still panting.

“I didn’t know you had it in you.” He purred and kissed your head. 

“I can only say the same…such an obedient boy.” you chuckled. 

“Maybe…we could do it again sometime?” He asked uncertainly.

“Oh, now you’re polite?”

“Come on, I apologized.” He sounded almost sad.

“Well…maybe. But if you piss me off like that again, I won’t show you any mercy. No matter how hard you beg.

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[taste-your-silhouette]

I wanna paint your face like you're my Mona Lisa

Pairings: Damiano David x fem!reader  Contents: Smut Summary: Damiano takes you to see his new yacht Words: ~1205  A/N: Forgive me if you come across any errors while reading. I hope you enjoy it 💙 

Damiano tucks a strand of hair behind his ear and says, "Today, I'm taking you on a nighttime picnic."

"Nighttime picnic? Sounds cool!" you laugh.

Damiano grins, matching your excitement, and nods. "Exactly, amore mio. We'll be under the stars, and a picnic will be perfect."

"Hmmm, sounds intriguing. So, where are we heading?" you ask.

With a gentle kiss on your lips, Damiano replies, "Let's head to the marina. I've got something new and I'm excited to share."

And he takes the lead, pulling you by the hand toward the marina. It's not a long walk, so you stroll hand in hand, chatting about random stuff and playfully teasing each other along the way.

As you arrive at the marina, you both wander through its numerous alleys until Damiano stops and gazes at you with gleaming eyes.

"Okay, you've got a yacht, I can tell. Which one?" you inquire.

"Y/N"

"Hm?"

Damiano chuckles and points to a massive, stunning yacht.

"That's the name. 'Y/N in the sea with diamonds'," he announces proudly.

You burst into laughter at the yacht's name and the fact that your name is on it, but most of all, you're filled with love for Damiano for arranging this surprise. You take a step closer to him, closing any remaining distance, and plant a passionate kiss on his lips. He places both hands on your waist, intensifying the connection between you, and sending shivers down your spine. Your heart races as he pulls you closer, but as he breaks the kiss, he reveals.

"Let's hop in soon, I've been keeping this Yacht secret from you for weeks."

"Weeks ago?! I can't believe it!" you lightly push him, laughing playfully.

Damiano holds your hand, taking the opportunity to guide you into the yacht. It's magnificent; your heart races as you step inside the Yacht—it's like stepping into a movie set. The interior is sophisticated, adorned with muted tones and soft lighting, creating a welcoming atmosphere. The huge picture windows allow the sunset light to dance across the elegant hardwood floors.

"So, did you like it?" Damiano asks, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"Gattino... it's amazing!"

"Come here," he takes your hand and leads you to the deck.

The deck is utterly cozy, featuring a soft rug and cushions scattered on the floor. A basket filled with delicious treats sits nearby: fancy sandwiches, fresh fruit, and a selection of tempting sweets.

"You're a box of surprises, you know? Look at this place!" you exclaim, marveling at the setup.

You glance at Damiano, who's looking at you expectantly and happily—his beauty enhanced by the golden glow of the sunset. A gentle breeze envelops you, and everything intensifies as Damiano draws even closer, so close that your breaths intermingle. He whispers:

"I love you, Y/N. Nothing I can create in this world comes close to what you deserve."

"I already have everything I want, I have you loving me, and I love you," you express with a contented smile.

You resist the urge to jump on him and skip the whole snack part.

"I want to madly kiss you until I lose my breath."

Damiano holds your gaze and smirks. "You, my love, have no idea of the things I want to do to you right here, but come on, let's eat first." He takes your hand, and together, you walk to the soft pads on the floor of the yacht and sit down.

You find yourself comfortably nestled between his legs, leaning back against Damiano's chest. You both enjoy the delectable treats, savoring each bite while talking and laughing, basking in the joy of being together.

The sun has already set and the moon is massive, with its twin dancing in the sea, Damiano gets close to your ear and whispers:

"You look damn gorgeous in the moonlight, Y/N"

His heart races as he feels Damiano kissing your neck and caressing your face lightly, bringing his mouth to meet yours. You turn to face Damiano completely and straddle him, wrapping your legs around his waist, his arm wrapping around your waist and squeezing as the kiss intensifies.

You moan in between the kiss as you press yourself down and rock forward slowly, causing the perfect friction between the two of your sensitive parts. Your clit swells with pleasure as you feel how hard Damiano is.

He moves his hands from your waist to your hips and gives it a gentle squeeze, guiding the movements and setting a rhythm. The kiss between you is interrupted by a moan, and Damiano takes the opportunity to explore your neck even more with kisses, bites, and hickeys. You feel him getting even more aroused with the increased pace of the movements.

In a flash, he's got your ass and lying down on the comfy floor, his body on top of yours. His hands roam all over your body, causing a trail of excitement and goosebumps on your skin, which he has easy access to thanks to your dress.

"So wet for me..." he says, softly rubbing the right spot.

With his other hand of his, he holds one of your boobs and squeezes it.

"So delicious," he slides your panties down your legs with only one hand, "and mine." And he enters you.

His hips go all the way down and stop, he buries his face on your neck, and you can perfectly hear all his groans, even the quietest ones, just as he hears yours. He holds your thighs tightly.

Your hearts are pounding, as are your moans as Damiano's hips slide in and out of you faster, his balls hitting you with each thrust, his hands gripping you so firmly it makes you tingle.

You scream his name as you start to feel your legs shake.

"Come for me, Y/N," he says between moans in your ear.

You moan louder and stronger after hearing his voice asking you to come like that, and it's impossible to hold back the huge feeling that is about to explode.

And it comes, as soon as you feel it penetrates you as much as it can, gushing all the pleasure it feels for you inside you, spurt after spurt.

He collapses on top of you, his hands slightly loosening their grip on your thighs. You look at him, his eyes still filled with desire and lust.

You hook your legs around him and spin around on top of him, sitting right on his lap.

"You're even more irresistible with the moonlight illuminating you," he says, lifting both hands and massaging your boobs.

You smile, wiggling slightly with his cock inside you.

"Let's not end this anytime soon then, because I can say the same for you."

And so you spend the night, on Y/N in the Sea with Diamonds, christening every corner of it with pleasure.

"You're even more irresistible with the moonlight illuminating you," he says, lifting both hands and massaging your boobs.

You smile, wiggling slightly your hips with his cock inside you.

"Let's not end this anytime soon then, because I can say the same for you."

And so you spend the night, on Y/N in the Sea with Diamonds, christening every corner of it with pleasure.

[reysdriver]

Rockstar!Sirius

headcanons of Sirius as a rockstar/musician — rockstar!sirius x fem!reader

warnings: some sexual headcanons so minors dni cus it's not for you

words: 0.4k

a/n: I will be writing more of this AU, I just realized I hadn't done anything for rockstar!sirius so I had to do some quick hcs

- The band is The Marauders of course (I've said this for every rockstar headcanon list so far lol)

- Sirius is 100% the lead singer; he loves being the center of attention and this is the best way for him to get that

- He does play some instruments like guitar or keyboards if the band needs, but his main role is vocals

- Glam rock aesthetic, like he LOVES the makeup, the jewelry, the flashy outfits, everything 

- I could see him in a classic rock 'n' roll look, but for the band's peak, he's wearing those platform boots and glittery clothes

- Remus writes most of the songs for the band, but Sirius writes some too

- And most (if not all) of the songs he writes are about you, and I'd say about half of them are sexual

- Insists that you're his 'muse', says he can't be a star without you there

- So he'll bring you on all the band's tours, and dedicates every concert to you because 'without you, I'd be nothing'

- You'll even have your own little something in the band's contracts (like your favourite candy in the dressing rooms or just anything like that) because Sirius insists you be treated like part of the band

- And speaking of 'part of the band', he takes you on shopping sprees to buy matching outfits with him so that the entire world knows who you are because he just wants to show you off in the best clothes his rockstar money can buy

- Wants you to star in the band's music videos and be on their album art

- The entire fanbase knows about you (how could they not? do you really expect Sirius to keep you a secret) and they love you 

- He will talk about you in every interview he does

- I picture him super tattooed (like he was after azkaban but like in a good way)

- Honestly just rockstar!sirius is Damiano David like literally same exact person

- If it's modern, he'll post pictures on social media like Jennifer Lopez using Ben Affleck's cropped nudes for a father's day pic

- Or like post-sex selfies like his smug face after eating you out that you equally find so embarrassing and flattering 

- And when you tell him (only partially seriously) to keep those pictures private, he just teases and says 'how else will the world know how much I love you if I don't show them?'

[itsmealaiah]

Not just one night (Damiano David x Fem Reader)

MDNI (seriously)

Tags/ warnings: rough smut, dom! damiano, begging, cursing, usual smut features.

A/n: first damiano fic, i'm really happy I made one.

summary: after meeting at a club, damiano brings y/n home to his place for the night.

"I trust you, Damiano," Y/N whispers, eyes wide and heart pounding. Her body trembles with anticipation as she waits for him to do something, anything. His hand finds hers and he laces their fingers together, giving it a squeeze. It's reassuring, but still not enough. She wants more. She needs more.

He stands up, pulling her along with him. They walk over to the bed and he gently pushes her down onto the soft mattress. "I'm going to take care of you, okay?" he murmurs, leaning down to kiss her neck. His lips trail down her collarbone, sucking and nipping at her skin. She moans, arching her back into his touch. "I'm going to make you feel so good."

Her breath hitches as he slips her dress down, revealing her lacy black bra. His fingers graze her nipples, already hard with anticipation, and she lets out a moan that vibrates through her entire body. He takes one of her breasts in his mouth, sucking hard as he bites gently on her nipple. Y/N cries out, arching her back off the bed as pleasure ripples through her.

With one smooth movement, he kicks off his pants and boxers, revealing his massive erection. He climbs on top of her, aligning their hips, and slowly pushes inside. She gasps at the fullness, feeling stretched and satisfied as he begins to thrust, their bodies moving in perfect sync.

His free hand finds its way between them, rubbing circles over her clit, and she explodes in a frenzy of pleasure, her body shuddering beneath him. He groans, feeling her tight muscles contract around him, and thrusts harder, faster. The friction is incredible, and she feels like she could climax again and again.

"Damiano…" she whispers, looking up at him, her chest heaving. His eyes are dark with lust, his face flushed, and she can feel the tension building inside of her once again. She arches her back off the bed, urging him on, wanting more.

He pulls out, only to slide back inside, harder this time. His thrusts are rough and demanding, driving her over the edge again. Her nails scrape down his back, leaving tiny red lines in their wake. "Fuck, Y/N," he growls, his hips moving faster. "You feel so good." His hand continues to stroke her, finding the perfect rhythm as their bodies move together.

She gasps for air, her vision blurring as her senses spin out of control. The sensation of being filled by him, of his rough skin against her smooth, is almost too much to bear. She digs her heels into his back, urging him deeper, wanting to feel him everywhere.

He reaches down between them, finding her clit once again. With a groan, he begins to circle it, faster and faster, as he thrusts harder and deeper inside of her. She cries out, her body tensing, and the pleasure washes over her in waves. Her orgasm ripples through her, making her body shudder uncontrollably.

With a final, deep thrust, Damiano releases himself inside of her, his hips bucking wildly as he comes. He collapses on top of her, panting heavily, their sweat-slicked bodies sticking together. "Fuck, you're amazing," he whispers, nuzzling her neck. Y/N smiles, feeling content and satisfied as she lies beneath him. The soft sheets caress her skin, and the afterglow of their passion fills the room.

After a few moments, he rolls off her, and they lie side by side, still joined. He traces a finger along her collarbone, his gaze fixed on her face. "I want to see you again," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want to take you out, show you the city. Spend time with you."

Y/N feels a warmth spread through her chest at his words. She turns her head to look at him, meeting his eyes. "I'd like that," she says softly. "I really would."

He smiles, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Good." He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. "Because I don't want this to be a one-time thing. I want us to have more of this." His hand finds hers, lacing their fingers together. "I want us to be together."

Y/N feels a flutter in her stomach at his words. She's never felt this way about anyone before. "Me too," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I want that too."

He smiles, stroking her hand with his thumb. "Good." He leans in, pressing another soft kiss to her lips. "Because I'm not going to let you go. I won't let anyone come between us."

A/n: AGHH SO HAPPY I DID THIS 🥹 🥰 😍

[kaylalovesmaneskin]

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 ❤️‍🩹

[ghostcookieturner]

what do you think about an imagine with damiano when he writes a song dedicated to you and performs it for the first time? 🤍

i would start seizing but that wouldn’t be very fitting for a fic so i’ll wipe up something where the reader doesnt die🤭

ps this is more like a blurb then an actual imagine just bc i’m horrible at describing things ajajaj

~~~~~~

300,000 HEARTS

where damiano sings a song about you he wrote in highschool, to a full arena

Damiano David x Fem!Girlfriend!Reader

word count: ~300

tws: grammatical errors, unedited, being totally flabbergasted lol

It hit you like a current in a river.

Your boyfriend, rockstar Damiano David, singing the song he wrote about you in high school, in front of the sold-out crowd at Circo Massimo.

The crowds reaction was everything but calm. They danced and swayed to the song while you held back tears. You knew it was your song from the first line of the first verse.

Of course, there were a couple tweaks and fixes to the song here and there, but the chorus sounds the same as it was when you were both 16. It’s a slow, little love ballad that has a 70s vibe to it. He called you a couple days after your first date and he told you to go over to his place. And there, he preformed the rough draft of the song he is performing right now, in front of the packed Circo Massimo.

It was his dream to preform here, sold out to a crowd who knew their songs like the back of their hands. That’s why the chorus sent 300,000 hearts to you, one from each person who attended.

You finally understood the lyrics now.

“300,000 hearts I send to you my love, my love.”

He gave you a wink after the last word, seeing your amazement even onstage.

Your insides melted, like a candle burning wax. All you could hear were the cheers and screams of fans all around you, obsessed with the new song.

[littlemixer01]

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[rockbottomwithashovel]

Untitled

Pairing: fem reader x damiano david

Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING: self harm, vomiting, eating disorder, suicide attempts, alcoholism, alcohol poisoning... sorry if I missed something!

A/N: I don't know what to call this. It's half a personal vent and therapy, and half fanfiction. If you're only interested in the fic, feel free to skip to like half way through. If I know you in real life and you read this; pretend you didn't.

Word Count: 1.4 k

She looked in the mirror. She hated the thing looking back at her. It didn't feel like her. But then again she wasn't capable of hating that thing staring back at her. That would require being able to feel a damn thing. And there were times that the fire got so hot you don't even realise you're burning anymore.

This was one of those times.

So that's how the movie ends, she thought to herself as she wiped the tear out of her eye. She hated herself. Because she liked the movie.

To The Bone.

She understood Eli's character all too well. The over-caring smothering that basically makes you feel like they don't care, because they don't understand. The way people looked at her like she was her sickness, not a person, but a disease. She understood how hard it can be to eat, how disgusting it can be to love, how painful it can be to live.

But what struck her most of all... The thing she would never admit, not to anyone, not a soul... Is the fact that she was jealous.

She was jealous of how people looked at Eli, scared for her. Because scared meant they cared. But maybe they'd be impressed, in some sick way. She was jealous that the guy Eli met in-patient wasn't a semi-cult-leader, like the guy who fell for her when she was in hospital. She was jealous that Eli's bones were so damn thin... She worried that even if she starved herself down to bone she'd still be fat because of her large ribcage. She was jealous of how beautiful Eli was despite being scarily skinny.

What she'd give for that.

It had been 24 since she had last had a drink. It was one of her many unhealthy 'coping mechanisms'. There was the suicide attempts, running away, starving, hitting, cutting, closing off, sexting, opening up to predators, the list goes on. Eventually drinking became the new one. She thought she was recovered. She was wrong. She drank an entire bottle of wine and half a Bailey's bottle in about an hour, without dinner. It turns out mixing drinks was a bad plan. Worse was being in a house alone that wasn't her own (her new job of house sitting).

She thought she was recovered from her eating disorder, and she had other issues. But as she was begging God to die cause she felt sick as the Bailey's curdled with the white wine in her stomach, she threw up. It wasn't enough. For the first time she stuck her fingers down her throat and forced herself to be more sick.

And she felt an odd sense of pride...

Until she tried to stand and wobbled.

The night was a blur. She blacked out in parts, and begged God to stay unconscious. He had no such mercy. Her mum took her home. The next hours were best described as hell. She thought she'd die. She prayed she would. She threw up until there was nothing left, not even bile. She couldn't even sip water. She told herself no more drinking. Never again. If she was going to die, she'd at least have some dignity at the end. There is no dignity for people with vomit in their hair.

Since then she also tried to give up her other 'coping' mechanism: cutting. There were 3 reasons for this, none of them that she actually wanted to get better. They were 1) her mum was watching her like a hawk and kept checking her sleeves. It turns out when you find your child vomiting on the floor while sitting on the toilet with sleeves covered in blood, that will happen—watching said child like a hawk. Especially when only two weeks later she had alcohol poisoning again. 2) she couldn't keep going to her dance classes with red arms. It used to be small scratched no one noticed, but since cutting into tissue, no sleeves wasn't an option. And most importantly 3) she didn't have anything sharp enough. Her usual object was down for the count and the back-ups weren't in high supply.

She thought 'I'll get better'. But she didn't. She needed another coping mechanism. She can't control her dad's cancer, can't control him getting COVID and though she tried she can't control watching him nearly die at the dining room table, choking on nothing, watching the blood in his face...

But there's something she can control. Something she was able to control for years. Food. Simple. She just won't eat for a while. And she'll feel better then too, right? She'll look pretty. She'll be able to be proud of her body. People at her dance school will think she's pretty and be impressed. It doesn't matter that she dropped out of school if she's pretty. People will like you if you're pretty. And I'm just not that pretty, she thought.

All this is to say that watching To The Bone was a harrowing experience for her. She decided she would get worse. It wasn't really a conscious decision. She told herself “I'll get worse” like she chose it, but that was just her trying to have control over the fact that things are getting worse again and she can't stop it. She doesn't know if she wants to.

It was a month after watching the movie, and her best friends had started to notice that something was up.

“Hey, Y/N, you good? You barely touched your churros.” Vic mentioned.

“And you love churros,” Thomas said with a knowing smirk.

“What's wrong, amore mio?” Damiano asked.

“Oh, nothing,” Y/N dismissed, with a shake of her head and a nonchalant shrug. “I just feel a little sick today and don't want to ruin churros permanently if I don't keep 'em down.” she joked.

Ethan, the only one who knew that Y/N once had an eating disorder, didn't laugh. He raised a concerned eyebrow. Y/N pretended not to notice.

Her stomach growled. It was a painful victory, and like a general that lost soldiers but won the war, Y/N smiled.

Then she heard the knock on the door.

She got up to answer it but got a little dizzy. She stood still and told herself she's fine, and walked towards the door. She opened it to reveal her boyfriend, Damiano, standing there with a box of donuts and a small bouquet of flowers.

“I thought you could use some cheering up, you've seemed down lately,” he said, concern deep in his eyes.

“Oh, no it's OK, I'm fine,” Y/N tried to lie, but the shock and stress was heavy in her voice.

“My love, tell me, what's wrong? Have I done something?”

Y/N couldn't take it anymore, and the tears fell like waterfalls down her face. She'd needed someone to care, someone to notice that she wasn't OK. But she couldn't tell them and didn't want them to know, both at the same time. It was a paradoxical hell, torture either way with no signs of relief. It all became too much. Y/N sobbed and stumbled, Damiano dropping the flowers and donuts to catch Y/N in his arm.

He held her to his chest, and she nuzzled into him as she cried. The sound of his heartbeat calmed her own, and soon enough, they were breathing in time, Damiano still brushing Y/N's hair with his hand and he soothed her.

“Now, what's wrong amore mio?” he asked, cupping her cheeks to look into her eyes.

“It's- I- maybe it's easier if we sit down.”

A few minutes later, the flowers were in a vase, the donuts on the kitchen bench, and the couple sitting on the lounge in the living room.

After a long deep breath, Y/N spoke.

“I'm not coping. I... You know how I gave up alcohol?”

“Si.”

“Well, I also gave up something else. Self harm. An- and since then,” she cleared her throat “my mental health has gotten worse. And my eating disorder is back. I can't seem to be OK.”

“Oh, my love,” Damiano said with remorse and a soft sigh. He dived in fast for a long hug, pulling Y/N as close as possible all the while whispering soothing things to her.

“You are beautiful, my love. No matter what you look like you will always be beautiful, utter perfection. Please, never hurt yourself. You are worth so so much more. Do not waste yourself away because of some bad thoughts, OK? Please, amore, you have to live. You'll be OK. I'm here for you. I swear I will help you.” Eventually he placed a soft kiss on Y/N's head and they cuddled on the couch until they both fell asleep.

Tagging: @smiling-girl (i hope this doesn't scare you too much!!!)

[writersblockiskillingme]

Måneskin Masterlist

✭ - smut

♡ - fluff

➳ - angst

۵ - hurt/comfort

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Damiano David

If Not For You - As Damiano goes away on the tour with his band mates he has to deal with leaving his home behind. You. [۵♡]

Timezone - As Damiano and you are forced to be apart, you both slowly start to feel like you're loosing your mind. [۵♡]

Jealousy Game - You were ready for a lot of things, but you weren't ready for a woman at the competition you were attending to flirt with your secret boyfriend. [۵♡]

Papà - You woke up in the middle of the night just so that you realize that Damiano is not with you, but don't worry. You know where to find him. [♡]

Three Makes a Group - After bringing up the idea of group sex to your boyfriend Ethan, you have to deal with the consequences of your dirty mind. [✭]

How It's Supposed To Look Like - After being abused by your ex, you finally tell Damiano what happened and he shows you how the loving relationship should really be like. [➳۵♡✭]

Only Angel - 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. [♡✭➳]

Thomas Raggi

Torna A Casa - Song that was promised to his one and only that he met on a lonely day in park in Italy. [➳۵]

Ethan Torchio

Three Makes a Group - After bringing up the idea of group sex to your boyfriend Ethan, you have to deal with the consequences of your dirty mind. [✭♡]

[till-you-scream-and-cry]

Long Stormy Night

Pairing: Damiano x Vic x FemReader

summary: 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

word count: 6365 words

warnings: 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 XD, 

When you felt an overwhelming heat burning your leg, you thought it was a part of your dream, however, it didn’t go away as you lazily opened your eyes. Sun rays got through the gap between the curtains and ended your sweet slumber. You stretched with a loud yawn and rest hands above your head. The bed was almost pulling you back, letting you sink in its comfortable mattress. It was the last day of your small gateway trip. Sadly it had turned out to be a giant disappointment, none of the wild parties you wanted to attend had been half as good as you imagined. At least the hotel lived up to your expectations. It didn’t however erase the growing frustration caused by the lack of adventures you craved so much. The last couple of months were painfully boring, you’d spent most of your days behind the desk of your office in Rome. You sighed, crawled out of the bed, and slowly walked to the window. The weather was beautiful, it would be a real shame to waste the last day being miserable in your room. You got dressed and went out to take some more pictures, shop in the local market for some souvenirs and visit the last places recommended in the brochure provided by the hotel.

You came back to the hotel in the evening when the air became heavy, the humidity got unbearable, and everything was indicating a big storm coming. The sky got darker, navy blue with hints of pink and orange in the west, where the sun was setting behind the clouds. One glance at this sight sent shivers down your spine. Storms were terrifying to you since childhood, but something in this wild and uncontrollable act of nature was also a bit exciting, maybe, even more, than you’d care to admit. The thrill of fear mixed with anticipation of another lightning and thunder felt oddly erotic. It was a bit strange to you, but you always found yourself aroused in an almost primal way during storms.

You went to your room and started running a bath to relax a bit. Closing the curtains to hide the approaching dark cloud seemed like a good idea. Just a few seconds before you got rid of your clothes to get into the bath, you heard a loud banging on the door.

“I’m sorry to disturb you miss, but we’ve got a notice that because of the storm we might have some problems with power. Here is a set of candles in case it gets cut off.” A lovely maid with an apologetic smile handed you a pack of white candles and a lighter.

Perfect, you thought. When the maid left you immediately jumped into the bath, knowing damn well you won’t stay alone in your room this evening. You put on a set of lacy lingerie and a black silk dress you saved for a fancy dinner you never went to. Since it was your last night, you decided to put it to use. Heels, strong makeup, and some expensive perfume made you feel much better. You smiled at your reflection and combed your hair down with your fingers. You felt ready to stroll into the hotel bar and allow the alcohol to muffle your anxiety caused by the approaching storm, which seemed to get more and more serious every minute.

You sat down at the bar and ordered a drink, trying your best to look relaxed and match the rest of the guests. Most of them seemed to be used to a high standard, expensive hotels, for which you had to save for a few months. Suddenly a loud thunder heard from the outside made you flinch slightly on your stool, almost spilling the drink. You downed it quickly and ordered another one.

It was at that moment when you noticed them out of the corner of your eye. You weren’t sure if it was them until they sat down next to you. These two faces were so familiar to you that no amount of stress or alcohol would wipe them out of your memory. You were a big fan of their band and had even tried to get tickets for the event they had planned in the city, but sadly you  hadn’t been quick enough. Bumping into them here was both a delight and a scary experience since you weren’t the bravest. The thought of confronting them and asking for a picture paralyzed you. You’ve decided to stay quiet and not disturb them. However, their conversation was pretty loud, and since you were sitting almost shoulder in the shoulder with Vic, you couldn’t help but overhear the majority of it.

“Are you really still mad at me?”

“Vic for fucks sake of course I am, we were supposed to be back in Rome by now,” Damiano hissed, took a sip of his drink and put the glass down with a loud clink.

“So, the storm and the cancelled flight is my fault now?!” She raised her voice a bit and turned to him.

“No, no, no, cara, you had one job which was to set the fucking alarm, you told me that ‘you’ve got this,” he added last words in a higher pitch, trying to impersonate her voice.

“What is insane is that neither Thomas nor Ethan called us before leaving the hotel, what was their problem, huh?”

“They probably couldn’t stand us anymore and honestly I can’t blame them,” he chuckled, suddenly sounding more relaxed.

“Oh, come on Damia, we were behaving really well, I’m still shocked that this time we had almost no fun at all,” Vic sighed and started mixing her drink with a straw.

“Someone didn’t fuck for a few days and got grumpy, huh?” You didn’t have to see his face to tell that he was grinning at Vic.

“I didn’t mean that when I said we had no fun, but it’s also true, which is a big shame.”

You tried to remain calm but listening to Victoria complaining about the lack of sexual adventures on her trip, while you were seated only a few inches from her, ready to sacrifice your life to get her or Damiano’s attention, was a bit too much. You cleared your throat after almost choking on a drink. They both turned to you, making your face, already flushed from coughing, even more red.

“Everything alright?” Damiano asked in his velvety voice.

It took you a few long seconds to get the courage to look at them and smile, “Yeah, I’m fine thanks.”

Victoria turned to you and kept staring, her eyes started glowing and a smug smirk appeared on her face.

“Someone was eavesdropping,” she finally said, making you look at her with wide eyes, Damiano chuckled and shook his head.

“How can you explain her choking just as we started talking about sex huh?” Vic turned to him with a raised eyebrow, he sighed.

“Exactly.”

She shamelessly looked you up and down, tracing her beautiful, blue eyes over your body, tightly wrapped in a black dress, big smile was plastered on her face the whole time.

“Vic?” Damiano put a hand on her shoulder, she smacked it away.

“Shush, I’m busy.” She squinted her eyes and rest an elbow on the bar table, leaning closer to you. “So, you’ve heard something that caught your attention, cucciola?” Her fingers got dangerously close to your hand, a moment later she was tracing circles over your skin, you were grateful that you managed to put down the glass, you would’ve dropped it on the floor for sure.

“Well, I overheard a bit of your conversation, that’s true, and I’m sorry about that.” You looked down, playing with your bracelet, trying to avoid eye contact with her.

Damiano leaned over the bar table to look at you over Vic’s shoulder, his eyes were darker than usual, a smirk appeared on his face.

“Oh, so Vic was right, huh?” He said in a low voice, finally making you meet his eyes.

Vic bit her lip and tilted her head to the side, she glanced at Damiano and wiggled her eyebrows to which he chuckled and nodded with a grin, their interaction was subtle, but you noticed it right away.

“What is a good and innocent girl like you doing here, sitting all alone in a hotel bar full of horny men, ready to hit on you, hmm?”

You opened your mouth and closed them once again, trying to come up with a decent response. It was hard to focus with this woman around.

“Well, it’s the last day of my little holiday trip, and I haven’t done anything fun so far. I wanted to treat myself and at least get a good drink.”

You purposefully left out the bit about being scared of the storm, they already perceived you as a frightful and delicate creature, there was no need to reassure them about that.

Vic moved even closer to you, her fingers were riding up your arm at a painfully slow pace, this small touch was enough to make you breathe a bit heavier.

“Poor cucciola didn’t get any fun? That makes two of us,” she said while licking her lips in the most obscene way possible.

Your whole attention was focused on her, you didn’t even notice when Damiano got off his chair and stood behind you, his fingers brushed your exposed arms, making you shiver.

“Did I scare you, baby?” he growled into your ear. Vic chuckled and used this distraction to move her hand on your thigh, dangerously high and close to the hem of your dress.

“Are you nervous?” Vic asked quietly, you suddenly realised how close she was to your face.

“No.” Your voice was pathetically unconvincing, you swallowed hard.

“Liar,” Damiano whispered directly into your other ear, making you flinch since you didn’t expect that at all.

Vic clicked her tongue in disappointment, gently grabbed your chin and turned your face to meet your eyes, which made you gasp quietly.

“You can’t be this stressed and tense on the last day of your holiday trip, cucciola.” She looked at Damiano, who was sitting on the chair on your other side, grinning at Vic, tracing his long finger over your arm.

“Not on our watch…” He purred, watching your face carefully, observing how your cheeks were getting more and more red, breathing started getting faster and lips parted as a small sigh left them.

Vic reached for her bag, took a lipstick out of it and removed the cap with her teeth. She wrote down something on a napkin, folded it and handed it to you, leaning down to your ear.

“It’s our room number, drinks here are just terrible, we could make you really good ones…and maybe spend some more time together…if you want to of course,” she purred, her hot breath was tickling your neck as you took the napkin from her.

“I’ll think about it,” you said quietly in a shaky voice.

They both chuckled and stood up, looking at you with hungry eyes.

“Don’t let us wait for too long,” said Damiano before wrapping his arm around Vic and walking towards the lift.

As soon as they left you downed your drink. It wasn’t you; you never did anything like that, but the idea of finally having some wild adventure was starting to look more and more tempting. What could possibly go wrong?

After a few more minutes you grabbed your bag and stood up, your legs were oddly shaky. You left the bar behind and pressed the button of the elevator. A loud thunder made you shiver again, you pressed the button five more times, trying to speed up the whole process. Whatever was about to happen later that night it was still a great way to spend the evening, much better than curled up in your bed, scared of every loud noise and lightning. The doors finally opened, and you got in, few seconds later you were already on the corridor, squeezing the napkin Vic gave you.

“345…346…347…” You stopped and took a deep breath.

It wasn’t the wisest decision of your life, but the most exciting one, you were certain of that. Just when you were about to turn around and run back to your room, the lights flickered and the whole corridor suddenly became pitch black. There was no way on earth that you’d get back to your room now, all alone with no source of light. You folded the napkin Vic gave you earlier and squeezed it into your tiny bag. You fixed your hair and cleared your throat before knocking on the door three times.

“Who do we have here…” Damiano opened the door for you with a smug smile plastered on his gorgeous face. He was wearing nothing but his dark jeans, his bare, toned chest was slightly glistening from sweat. You couldn’t help yourself and looked him up and down, immediately scolding yourself for doing so. Damiano clearly enjoyed seeing you so frustrated, he smirked and moved to the side, letting you in.

You smiled awkwardly and walked into the room. A moment had passed before your eyes adjusted to the darkness inside. The space was lit only by candles, there were many of them, almost as if they asked for more than the maid had left you. The wax was already dripping down some of them, their golden glow and awful silence in the room made you question the safety of your choices.

“There’s no need to be scared little kitten.” Damiano purred into your ear, you didn’t even notice when he moved behind you. His hot breath on your neck made you gasp quietly.

Just as your eyes started getting used to the darkness, big lighting brightened up the room, making you flinch. They hadn’t closed the curtains and for a split second, it allowed you to see the room in its entirety. You hadn’t noticed her earlier, but Victoria was standing in the big window like a sexy yet scary goddess. The lightning lit her up for a second, but you could see her just fine in the candlelight.

She was dressed in a short, see-through dressing gown, under which she had only her underwear. The material slid off her shoulder, exposing her soft skin to you. She smirked and cocked her head to the side, only then you realised that your mouth was gaping open. You closed them, blushing hard, suddenly being thankful for the faded lights. Vic took a few steps towards you, her robe parted slightly, exposing her hard nipples to you. You involuntarily bit your lip, feeling heat spreading between your thighs.

“You like what you see, cucciola?” she asked sweetly, all you could do in response was to nod energetically. She looked behind you and gave Damiano a sign.

“We need some real drinks, not the shit ones they serve downstairs, it’s your time to shine Damia.”

Vic walked closer and started staring at your body with a shameless desire. She took a small purse from your hand and tossed it on a nearby chair. You didn’t even blink in protest. Her long, slim fingers started riding up your both arms. You couldn’t take your eyes from her face, she was a perfect mix of an angel and a demon, soft and ethereal, yet there was some kind of darkness hidden in her. Vic grabbed your shoulders and traced both hands upwards to your neck, gripping it firmly yet for a moment. You looked deeply into her eyes, with a mix of fear and unknown till this moment arousal. Vic purred and licked her lips before letting you go. A disappointed sigh left your mouth, making her grin.

“Maybe at least let’s have a drink first, hmm?” Vic turned to Damiano and took two glasses from him, she handed you one of them.

You had never been more confused in your entire life; fear was always with you but it never caused such a wave of wetness between your legs. Something about them was making you scared and weak at the same time. You took a big sip of the drink. It was strong, probably way too strong but also damn good. They were right about the bar; their cocktails were nothing in comparison.

Suddenly a flash of giant lightning ripped the sky apart, it hit very close to the hotel. It all happened really fast. The thunder made the windows shake, one of them wasn’t properly closed. A strong draft made it swing open, letting a cold wind into the room which put most of the candles out. Damiano quickly made his way to the window and shut it close again.

“Are you alright baby?” Vic turned to you with a genuine concern in her voice.

You looked down and noticed that you’ve dropped your glass on the floor, shattering it into many pieces.

“Fuck, I’m sorry…” You mumbled and leaned down to clean up the mess.

“Careful, don’t…” Vic’s words were interrupted by your hiss. “…hurt yourself”.

You obviously cut your fingers with the biggest piece of the glass, just how anyone could expect from your clumsiness. You stood up, holding your hand up. All three of you froze in silence, staring at the thick, dark blood, dripping down your hand. Damiano was still holding the lighter, trying to light back the put-down candles. Victoria took your hand into hers and looked at the blood, shining in the candlelight like ruby stones. She glanced at you, smirked, and put your hand to her lips, to slowly lick your finger.

Normally you’d find it disgusting, unhygienic or simply weird, but there was something so electric in the air, some kind of mystery, something unknown and unusual about their behaviour, that you just couldn’t resist the urge to stay still, quiet and observe whatever was about to happen.

Vic looked deep into your eyes, still holding your blood-stained hand close to her face. Her lips here were so perfect with this shade of red on them. You didn’t think about your actions and brushed your fingers over her mouth, leaving more blood on them. As soon as your thumb encountered her lower lip, she placed a soft kiss on it and opened her mouth, allowing you to slip the finger inside. Her tongue was so wet and warm, it made you let out a quiet gasp. Damiano hummed quietly, he threw the lighter on the table and moved behind you. Vic started gently sucking on your thumb with an obscene moan which made you squeeze your thighs together. Suddenly you felt a strong hand on your back, hips and stomach. Damiano’s hands were gently roaming over your body before he pushed your hair to the side and moved his face close to your neck.

“Maybe you’re not such a good and innocent girl as we thought, huh?” He purred into your ear, his hot breath against your skin sped up your breathing. Vic let go of your thumb and cupped your face.

“Oh, she just isn’t yet aware of how big slut she is, am I right baby?” Her husky voice was so powerful and seductive, you’ve realised that you nodded to her words which made her chuckle.

“That’s what I thought, our perfect little whore.” She moved closer and pressed her lips to yours.

She kissed you slowly at first, Damiano’s hands started moving over your body, he pushed straps of your dress off your shoulders which he kissed before placing his wet lips on the side of your neck. You opened your lips and let Victoria deepen the kiss. She tasted of blood, your blood, the metal taste you couldn’t mistake with anything else. You moved your hands and cupped her face, forgetting about your wound, leaving ruby stains over her perfect cheek. Damiano knelt behind you and swiftly pulled the dress down, leaving you with nothing but your underwear.

Vic broke off the kiss and looked you up and down.

“What a sight…” She dragged her hands down your neck, shoulders and placed both of them on your breasts, giving them a firm squeeze. You grunted but licked your lips immediately after.

“There we go, see? Told you she’s a slut, you love that, don’t you?” she purred, grabbing your hips to pull you closer.

“Who would’ve thought,” Damiano mumbled and smacked your ass, making you flinch.

“We don’t play nice, are you sure you want this?” Vic didn’t take her eyes off you for a split second.

“If you like kind and tender lovers, this might be a bit too much for you,” Damiano mumbled against your neck and kissed it softly.

“I think this is exactly what I want and need.” Your voice sounded as if it belonged to somebody else.

“If you say so…I think we can show you what we like.” Damiano smacked your ass again, way harder this time, leaving a pink mark on your skin.

“Let’s see how much you can take.” Vic kissed you softly. “If you want us to stop, just say stop, ok cucciola?” Her voice suddenly changed, it had a hint of deep care in it. You nodded.

“No, no, no, you need to learn how to use your words if you want to play with us, understood?” said Damiano firmly.

“Yes,” you quickly responded

“Good.” Vic’s voice changed again and became more harsh and cold. “On the bed”

She grabbed your hips and forced you to walk backwards, when your legs hit the edge of the bed, she pushed you hard, making you land on your back. You heard the sound of Damiano unbuckling his belt, he kicked his jeans to the side and crawled on the bed next to you.

“What, are you scared already?” he asked with a grin and grabbed your arm, you turned your head to the other side, Vic was already holding your wrist and tying it up to the metal headboard of the bed.

“Now you’re completely at our mercy,” Vic purred into your ear and straddled you.

Damiano sat next to you and started palming himself through his boxers, watching you with a smirk. Vic leaned down and kissed you again, this time more roughly, leaving you breathless, she moaned and broke off the kiss, sitting up straight on you. She reached under the pillow and pulled out a small shiny dagger. You widened your eyes, feeling the sudden wave of fear, making adrenaline rush through your veins. Vic started slowly dragging the blunt side of it over your stomach, you’ve flinched as the cold metal touched your hot skin.

“No need to be scared cucciola, you’ve made yourself bleed enough today.” She grabbed the waistband of your bra and slid the knife under it, with one swift cut she ripped the material open and sat your breasts free.

“Much better.” She threw the dagger to the side and leaned down to your chest, her lips wrapped around one nipple while her long fingers kept pinching the other.

You moaned and glanced at Damiano. His bulge was visible from afar now, just like the wet stain of precum on his boxers, he grinned at you and pulled his underwear a bit lower. He knew you liked what you saw and decided to put up a little performance for you, as Vic’s hands were wandering over your breasts, thighs, and belly. He kept licking his lips and grunting quietly, stroking himself now on full display, without breaking the eye contact with you for a second.

Vic lifted herself and grabbed your attention by depriving you of her touch. You glanced at her and saw her holding a lit candle right above your chest. You frowned and looked at her face with a mix of fear and excitement. Another big lightning brightened up the room, making you flinch.

“Just a little taste, I feel that you might like it,” she said and poured a bit of the hot wax over your chest. You hissed and bit your lip, the sensation was intense, but you had to admit, she was right. You loved it. You looked at Vic with a smile.

“Such a good girl, I knew it.” She cocked her head to the side. “You want more?”

You nodded eagerly. Damiano grabbed your face with a free hand and forced you to look at him.

“What did I say about using your words, you slut?” He spat out. “Tell us what you want, or maybe you’re too ashamed to admit, hmm?”

His words should evoke fear or even anger, yet it wasn’t the case. You knew that you could stop this any moment, but you were far from it. The artificial lack of control made you feel things you’d never felt before, you never wanted someone to have you as much as in that moment.

“Please give me more, pretty please?” You whined.

Vic smirked and poured more wax on your chest. You let out a loud moan as it hit your nipples.

“That’s it, good girl.” Damiano moved a bit closer and let go of his cock to put his hand closer to your face.

“Spit,” he growled, you did exactly what he asked for, without hesitation.

He smirked and started slowly stroking himself with your saliva. Vic moved herself a bit lower and pushed your legs apart. She started teasing your inner thighs with her fingers, playing with the hem of your underwear before tugging on it. Her finger brushed your pulsating heat, making you gasp.

“You’re so wet, so pathetic and desperate, aren’t you?”

She grabbed the thin material of your panties on your hips and dragged them down, peeling them off you. Damiano kept stroking himself with one hand, he leaned down and kissed you softly as Vic brushed your bare folds with her cold finger. You moaned into the kiss before he broke it off. He wrapped his free hand around your neck.

“You know that we’re gonna make you scream and cry tonight, right?” he asked with the sweetest smile as if his words meant something completely innocent.

“Yes,” you mumbled while looking at him with big eyes. He smiled, satisfied that this time you didn’t need a reminder of how to respond to his questions. He leaned down and kissed you hard, slipping the tongue in your mouth, letting you suck on it.

Vic slipped both her fingers into you without a warning. You were dripping wet, so she managed to do it with ease. A sharp cry left your mouth as soon as you moved your lips away from Damiano. They both chuckled, he tightened the grip around your neck and looked at Vic.

“She’s enjoying it more than I expected.” His voice was low and dark, almost intoxicating.

“I had a feeling about her.”

Vic pulled her fingers out and smacked your thighs as you tried to squeeze them together, Damiano let go of your neck and grabbed your knee.

“What do you think you’re doing, hmm? Who allowed you to close your legs?” he growled.

“I’m sorry…”

“I’m sorry, sir,” he spat out, digging his fingers in your knee hard.

“… I’m sorry, sir, please forgive me.” Words were leaving your mouth without any control, you barely recognised your voice. They turned you into their toy with such ease.

“Good girl,” he smirked and spread your legs apart, holding one of them firmly.

Vic grabbed her other leg and pushed her hard into the mattress, exposing you fully. She smirked and let the drop of saliva on your clit, watching it slide down your already wet cunt. You whined, feeling even more wetness but didn’t dare to move an inch. Vic leaned down and gave your clit a long lick. You couldn’t hold back a loud moan. She hummed and gave you a few more slow licks, humming and looking you in the eyes while doing so.

“So sweet…” She mumbled before sliding two fingers back into you.

Damiano started stroking himself again with a grin, still holding your leg.

You arched your back as Vic started curling her fingers, they were hitting the right spot with each movement. Her warm tongue was sliding back and forward over your clit, sucking on it from time to time. You felt like your body can’t take any more, being so close to letting go.

“Come cucciola, we see how desperate you are,” Vic said and came back to sucking on your clit, thrusting her fingers harder than before.

You came with a loud cry, bucking your hips towards her face erratically, your walls clenched around her fingers as you rode out your orgasm. Your body was still trembling, breathing hadn’t yet come back to normal when Vic moved from between your legs to your side to give you a deep kiss.

“Such a good puppy,” she mumbled and sucked on your lip, gently grabbing your neck, “but we barely even started.” She smirked devilishly.

You looked at her confused and then noticed that Damiano was already placed between your still trembling and parted thighs, stroking himself.

“Such a pretty slut as yourself should get some of that famous, Italian cock,” he grinned and spat on his hand before sliding his tip against your still oversensitive clit.

You winced, started panting again and looked at Vic. She stroked your hair, already damp from sweat, and kissed your nose.

“Do you want him to take you like the good girl you are?” She asked sweetly, yet her eyes once again had this evil spark you’ve seen before.

“I do.” Your voice sounded way more desperate than you intended. “Please?” you said looking at Damiano. He grinned and pushed his tip in with a grunt, he slid in his entire length with one, slow yet steady thrust.

You moaned loudly, feeling him filling your cunt, stretching you like nobody ever had before. Vic scratched some of the dried wax off your chest and started sucking on your nipple, mumbling sweet nothings into your ear. The intensity of sensation which Damiano’s cock was giving you muffled her words. He gave you a moment to get used to him before he started thrusting, slowly at first. You finally came back to reality when Vic slapped you and grabbed your chin.

“Someone is enjoying themselves, hmm? Our little slut lost her mind for your cock,” Vic chuckled while looking at Damiano. He bit his lip and grabbed your hips, pulling you closer.

“Let’s see how much she can take,” he spat out, bucking at her with much more force. Now his cock was hitting the perfect spot, making your eye roll with every thrust.

“Come, you whore, I want to hear you scream,” he growled.

You didn’t need much encouragement, his moves combined with Victoria’s lips wandering over your chest and her hand clasped around your neck, quickly made you come again, harder than before. Damiano smacked your ass and pulled out his still hard cock.

“Such a good girl.” He leaned down to kiss your stomach, his curls were ticking your hot skin.

Vic untied your wrists, and kissed each of them, making sure you weren’t hurt. She kissed your cheek and started nibbling on your ear.

“Are you done, baby? Or can you take some more?” They both looked at you attentively, waiting for your response.

“I think…I can take some more,” you said in a breathy voice and smiled innocently. Damiano raised his eyebrow.

“Who would’ve thought,” he mumbled with a smirk and sat between your legs.

He gently closed them and grabbed your thighs, swiftly flipping you on your stomach.

“On all fours,” he said coldly, kicking your legs apart after you did what he asked for.

He pulled you closer to the edge of the bed and stood behind you on the floor. Vic moved in front of you, and only now you noticed that she got rid of her panties. She spread her legs apart and smiled, the way only she could. She leaned back on her elbows and cocked her head to the side.

“Show me how much you like me, princess,” she smirked.

Damiano smacked you hard, making you hiss. Your reaction only made him do it again, harder this time.

“You fucking love it, don’t you? Being a good slut for us, getting fucked like this?” He smacked you again and pressed your back, pushing your chest into the mattress.

Your face suddenly got close enough to Vic’s pussy to let you taste it. You gave her one long lick, watching her reactions. She was so sweet it made you crave more of her. Vic hummed and bit her lip, watching you with hooded eyes. She slowly nodded.

“Keep going, I know you can do better than this.”

Damiano brushed his tip against your soaked folds, glistening with wetness. You winced, trying to push yourself on him.

“So, fucking desperate, so pathetic,” he growled and pushed in with one strong thrust.

You moaned loudly, but your cries were muffled by Vic who grabbed your hair and pushed your face in her pussy.

“You don’t get to come before I do, those are the rules this time, puppy,” she said in a breathy voice.

Damiano’s cock thrusting into you hard made you realise that you might be closer than you thought. You tried your best to focus your attention on Vic, mimicking her actions from earlier and you started gently sucking on her clit. It turned out to be a good idea, her moans became louder and her grip on your hair tightened. Damiano kept mercilessly bucking into you, holding you steadily, digging his fingers in your soft skin. Vic started rocking her hips and threw her head back, pressing your head closer. You kept switching between flicking her clit with your tongue and sucking it until she let out a loud moan and looked at you. Her face was covered in your dried blood, eyes glossy and cheeks flushed. She was breathing through her parted lips and smiled, biting her lip at the same time.

“Such a good girl,” she mumbled and stroked your hair. “You can make her come now,” she said to Damiano.

He didn’t need much encouragement, being very close himself. He gave your ass a hard spank, leaving his handprint on it. Damiano gripped your hips harder, thrusting into you with great force. Your loud whimpers mixed with the desperate grunts of Damiano and they echoed in the room, letting you know that you’re both close. He finally gave you a few last pushes and moaned loudly, filling you up with his hot cum. You came right after him, feeling full and overstimulated in the best way possible. He slipped out of you, while still panting, and kissed your back before flopping on the bed next to you.

You rolled on your side and looked up at Vic. She leaned down and kissed you slowly, gently brushing your face with her thumb. She got up and disappeared into the bathroom, while you and Damiano laid there in silence. He finally stood up and reached his hand to you, helping you get up.

“Let’s get you to a bath, hmm?” He said softly, the rough macho was long gone, he turned into a soft and caring boy.

You took his hand and as soon as your feet touched the ground, he gently picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bathroom. Vic was already there she lit up the room with some candles, and was sat in a big bath filled with hot water and bubbles. Damiano helped you to get in there and sit in front of Vic so that your back could face her. She slipped her hands around you and pulled you close, making you lie down on her and rest against her warm body. Damiano jumped into the bath with a grin, making the water splash on both of you. They both massaged your body, helped you wash your hair, remove the dried bloodstains, peel off the wax from your body and covered your bruised skin in kisses. You’ve sat there till the water got cold, giggling, cuddling, and sipping the drinks which Damiano made earlier. They helped you get out of the tub, Damiano wrapped you in a big, fluffy towel and made you sit down for one more minute.

“Show me that cut darling.” He gently took your hand, disinfected it, gently blowing on the foaming cut as you hissed. “One more second,” he mumbled and put a dressing on it.

“There,” he kissed the bandage and looked at you with a smile.

“Thank you… for everything,” you said with a smirk.

“We should be the ones thanking you.” Vic appeared out of nowhere with your dress and shoes.

“Sorry about the bra…and the panties, well, I’ve decided to keep them,” she grinned and cupped your face, giving you a soft and tender kiss. Damiano kissed you as well and winked on his way out of the bathroom.

You glanced at your marked body in the fogged-up mirror and smiled to yourself. You put on your dress and shoes before leaving back to their room.

“Once again, thank you, guys. I had so much fun,” you said to two familiar figures in the darkness.

“It was a real pleasure,” Damiano smirked and took another bite of the apple he was munching on.

“Let’s hope that’s not our last meeting, cucciola,” Vic winked at you and sat down on the bed heavily.

You smiled at them one last time and left the room. The darkness of the corridor suddenly wasn’t terrifying anymore. You walked confidently till you reached your room. When you finally got there, you stood in front of the big window and one swift motion you parted the curtains. The sky was still getting torn with lightning every once in a while. But you weren’t scared anymore. You smirked at your reflection in the window. That was indeed a nice ending to your little trip.

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Pairings: Damiano David x fem!reader Contents: Fluff Summary: You’re at a party and you’re squabbling over a sofa with Damiano when he unintentionally reveals something while unaware that you’re eavesdropping  Words: ~1129 A/N: A touch of enemies to lovers for you all, because I love it!I should warm you that it contains some explicit language.Please, forgive me again if you come across any errors while reading. I hope you enjoy it 💙

I just wanna hold you close tonight

You're at your bestie's party, at her crib. Parties aren't really your thing, but there's no way to dodge one when your friend is the mastermind behind it.

The house is jam-packed, the music is blasting, and Vic, one of your pals, is rocking the DJ booth. Vic and Thomas, your childhood buddies, are also here, along with Ethan. You became friends with Ethan after he joined the band. As for Damiano... well, let's just say you and him are like acquaintances. You wouldn't exactly call him a friend because you both don't exactly hit it off. He tends to make you feel uneasy, so you try to avoid being in the same place as him whenever possible. Whenever his gaze meets yours, it's like all your defenses crumble, and you can't stand that feeling.

You've had a few sips, but not enough to get wasted, just enough to feel a little extra lively and adventurous. Everyone is having a blast, but all you crave is the comfort of your bed. As you navigate through the crowd, trying to escape small talk, you stumble upon a vacant couch in the living room. It's like a dream come true — all you want is to plop down and catch some Z's!

As you were about to reach the sofa, Damiano flings himself onto it, stretching his legs out and occupying the entire space.

"You've got to be kidding me!" you exclaim, giving him a stern look.

He gazes back at you, confused.

"What did I do?"

"I was going to sit there, you goofball."

"Oh, my bad, Y/N. Didn't realize you had plans."

You grumble angrily and retort:

"Move or I'll plop down and squish your head!"

"You know, that wouldn't be a half-bad idea. You sitting on my head, right over my mouth, to be precise," he smirks.

"You're repulsive. Get off the couch, Damiano."

"I've already told you no. Looks like you'll have to sit here by force."

You roll your eyes and throw yourself on top of him, engaging in a playful struggle to push each other off the couch. Suddenly, both of you freeze as you end up on his lap.

Damiano continues to stare at you, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, well."

You roll your eyes and simply say:

"Shut up, and you know what? You can stay right there, no need to move. You're surprisingly comfortable."

You push him, pressing his back against the couch, and then rest your head on his chest.

"Keep quiet, I'm tired," you practically command, closing your eyes.

Incredibly, he simply obeys your request.

//

You don't know exactly how long you've dozed off, but the party is still in full swing, and you're still sprawled on top of Damiano. Amidst all the noise, you can't hear his heart pounding, but you can feel the rhythmic beats.

"Is it the end of the world? You two getting along without exchanging insults," you hear Ethan remark.

"You say that because you didn't witness the battle it took to reach this point," Damiano retorts.

"Damiano, leave her be. Let's enjoy the party," a female voice you don't recognize calls out to Damiano.

You don't pay attention to what Damiano says, or perhaps he simply ignores the girl. With one hand resting on your head, you can faintly feel a gentle stroke through your hair.

He doesn't want to disturb your peaceful slumber. Seeing you so calm and serene lying on his lap is a sight he's never witnessed before. It's a far cry from the usual furrowed and stressed Y/N when you're together.

"Are you planning on staying there until the party is over?" the girl asks once more.

Damiano takes a deep breath and responds:

"Whether or not I stay here all night is none of your business."

Ethan lets out a faint chuckle and waits a few minutes before speaking up:

"Hey, Damiano. Deep down, you have feelings for her, don't you?"

You sense Damiano's heartbeat quicken. Could he be nervous about the question?

Damiano hesitates for a moment before finally admitting: 

"Yeah, I like her, all right? It's just that... she's complicated."

Ethan bursts into laughter.

"I knew it! It's as clear as day if you ask me. And I do not doubt that she likes you too."

Damiano's face lights up with a smile at the thought of his feelings being reciprocated by you. He has liked you since the day you first met, but he never quite knew how to express it. The playful banter and dynamic between you two became his way of catching your attention.

"I really hope so..." he murmurs as he rests his cheek against your head, inhaling the sweet fragrance of your hair. "Please, let her like me," Damiano whispers, almost inaudibly.

You let out a sleepy sigh, lazily opening and closing your eyes, but stay still, relishing the sensation of Damiano's heartbeat.

He likes you, and you heard him confess it. If you hadn't heard it directly from him, if Ethan or anyone else had told you, you would never have believed it.

One of your hands rests on Damiano's shoulder, and you glide it gently across his skin until you reach his neck, where you begin a tender caress.

With his other hand, free to move, Damiano strokes your arm and whispers in your ear,

"How long have you been awake?"

"I'm taking off," Ethan announces.

With your eyes still shut, you respond:

"It's not a big deal, but I heard you confess that you like me and want me to feel the same way."

"Look at me," Damiano requests.

You disregard his plea, not wanting to lose the sensation of his racing heartbeat.

"No, I want to keep feeling your heartbeat."

Damiano chuckles and gently holds your chin, directing your gaze toward him.

"You'll be able to feel it pounding over and over," he says.

You raise an eyebrow and inquire:

"Really?"

"Yes, ever since the day you entered my life, it's been racing at the mere thought of you. It's been yours all along, and you can hear or feel its rhythm whenever you want."

You smile widely and guide one of Damiano's hands to your chest, allowing him to feel your heartbeat as well.

It's just as fast as his.

"My heart dances the same tune. I suppose that's why I'm always on guard whenever I'm around you because my heart belongs to you too."

"Y/N..." Damiano begins, but you cut him off.

"Shh, if I recall correctly, I told you to hush, but it seems that proved challenging for you..."

Before you can finish your sentence, Damiano pulls you into a kiss.

It's a kiss filled with unbridled passion. A kiss that should have taken place ages ago.

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𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄. ━━ ❦ damiano david.

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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: hi, angel! welcome to my first imagine / oneshot on my new writing blog! i’m very excited, but extremely nervous to be posting this since i haven’t truly written anything in almost two [2] years… please, bare with me if this is complete trash – i’m just trying to figure out the layout / format that i’d like my writing style to be. anyways, if you did enjoy this lil piece (which i’d have to say i did since i am literally in love with writing about damiano) – then, please reblog, like, share & leave your feedback! your feedback keeps me motivated to write more and makes me really, really happy! okay, i’m rambling so enough of that. thank you so much for reading and have a lovely day! ♡

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: damiano and you lie in bed after hours of having sex most of the night, when Damiano starts talking about his feelings for you – which, was typically unusual for him to be so open and raw. Although, after getting through the tough parts of the conversation and reassuring him that you felt the same way, he starts to indicate that he wasn’t going anywhere, anytime soon… especially, if it meant never leaving between your thighs.

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭(𝐬): nobody requested this, i simply wrote this because i am so in love with damiano, & writing about him was just so much fun! however, if you’d like to request something, you may do so here.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): 18+! smut. finger fucking. female oral sex. possessive!damiano. shy!reader. damiano is a fuckin tease & passes out..? no use of Y/N. fluff. tiny bit of angst, but nothing major! any grammatical mistakes are my own. also, i suck at summaries… sry!

𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: inspired by the song ❝ for your love ❞ by måneskin – (which you can listen to here!) also, the aesthetic / inspo for writing this is somewhat shown to you by the collage i made. …& of course, lots of sex / sexual themes.

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: damiano david x fem!reader.

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♡࿐ Damiano ran his calloused fingers that were neatly painted with fresh, black nail polish (which he had begged you relentlessly to paint them for him, earlier that morning) over your bare shoulder gently, feeling your soft and slightly dampened skin under his affectionate touch.

His fingers were sweet-tempered and precise, as they slowly dragged along your shoulder – then, trailed up slowly towards the left side of your newly marked neck, feeling you slightly flinch as he applied a bit of pressure to feel the freshly new love bites that he’d just given you moments ago.

He smiled, feeling his stomach clench in sweet pleasure and his head almost rush at the thought that you allowed him to mark you, to claim you as his, once again.

Damiano had just finished making love to you, and you were absolutely exhausted, snuggling into one of his many feathered pillows on his large bed, and letting your eyes flutter shut with a content sigh.

You were laying completely naked on your stomach, right next to your lover, your sides pressed together, with one of your legs looped and tangled with his. The right side of your face was pressed into the pillow (that smelled of Damiano’s mouthwatering cologne that he always wore and of course, cigarettes).

You were currently facing a very satisfied Damiano who was sprawled out leisurely, naked as the day he was born, with sweat gleaming off of his tattooed chest as he rested against his headboard right next to you. He had a blank expression on his face, but his eyes were dark, heavy-lidded and blown out from lust and were watching you… intensely.

Even though you had your eyes closed, you could feel his penetrating gaze on you, as well as his needy touch that indicated that he was nowhere near finished with you. Even if it was almost two o’clock in the morning… time didn’t matter to Damiano, and he always said that time seemed to fly by and not exist whenever he was with you. Plus, Damiano’s stamina was… remarkable, to say the least.

Damiano’s breathing was heavy as he had just finished only minutes ago, and had rolled over to give you both some space to relax, knowing for certain he wasn’t done with you for the night. Knowing himself… he could go a few rounds and still not get enough of you. You were driving him slowly insane, he was sure. Usually, he was a one or two round type of guy, but ever since meeting you and being in a relationship with you… his sex cravings have been, in a sense – out of his control.

Damiano was sweaty and his heart was beating rapidly against his ribcage and his entire body felt like jello, his head was also a little fuzzy from the intense orgasm he just had, but overall – he felt amazing.

Give him twenty minutes tops, and he’ll be ready again to fuck you until you both passed out (metaphorically speaking, obviously) – thus, that usually did happen when he was home from touring. You two would fuck for hours, then be so exhausted that you’d cuddle together and fall asleep until late afternoon. He’d be all over you, needy and constantly needing your attention on him always, as well as touching.

Touching was a big thing for Damiano, not so much in public, no – but in his own home where you both felt comfortable, and when you two were alone, it was like he became touch starved to the point where he’d follow you wherever you went. You didn’t mind, of course.

In all honesty, you two were quite similar in that regard, considering you two only saw each other when he was home. Otherwise, he’d be performing in a different city every night with the rest of his amazing band, Måneskin.

The lamp right beside his bed was switched on, basking the room in a low, yellowish glow. There was no other light on in his bedroom, the curtains pulled tightly shut for privacy. Although, he usually only closed them for your peace of mind, which you thought was incredibly sweet, since you didn’t even have to mention it to him anymore.

Damiano reached over to his bedside table and grabbed his pack of cigarettes and a cheap, red lighter. He quickly took a cigarette out, tossing the rectangular box back on the table without care, before placing the nicotine stick between his lips, and lighting the end of it until it formed a bright, burning cherry. He also threw the lighter back on the table once he was done lighting it, careless of where it landed.

He did all of this while looking at you – he looked at your messy hair which he had ran his fingers through all night while taking you from behind, and from what he could see of your slightly squished face against his pillow, your lips were puffy from him sucking and biting on them. You looked so breathtaking.

Suddenly, Damiano broke the peaceful silence.

“I miss you,” Damiano mumbled, running a hand through his tangled hair, the cigarette still between his lips at the corner of his mouth, sucking in the smoke and then blowing it out through his nose. He then took the lit cigarette between his index and middle finger, holding it out for you as he nudged you slightly with your tangled legs. “Mmm, no.” you declined, pausing and letting out a yawn. “I miss you, too.”

Damiano let out a low laugh, sounding almost bitter. “No, sweetheart. I miss you.” The way he stated the words made your eyes open, and you struggled slightly for a moment, pushing yourself up to lean on your elbows to look up at him. He wore a blank face as usual, but you could see the tiny frown he was trying to hold back from you. “Damiano…” you sighed, taking his free hand and holding it in yours, giving each of his knuckles a soft kiss, while never taking your eyes away from him.

“Look at me,” you demanded, making your voice sound firm, to show him that you were serious. Damiano couldn’t help but roll his eyes reluctantly, though he still tilted his head so he was looking downwards at you. You were always his little brat, he could never say no to you. No matter what you demanded from him, he would comply – without hesitation.

“I miss you… so much. You know that I…” you trailed off, squeezing his hand for comfort, in which he returned the sweet gesture. Your voice suddenly felt very weak, like you could no longer speak. You wouldn’t deny it, it was getting harder and harder being with Damiano, especially with your own job being entirely different from his own.

He was a rockstar, and you were – well, you were normal. You had a normal, everyday job that you did, in fact, love a lot. You had crazy work hours, as did he. Yet, you still wouldn’t give him up, no matter what… not unless he gave you up first.

Damiano seemed to have read your thoughts, and his immediate thought was no fucking way was that going to happen. He’d never leave you or give you up, and he prayed to whatever higher being that you’d never leave him. He couldn’t imagine life without you.

These type of thoughts and feelings always seemed to scare and unsettle him, as Damiano lips turned up into a sickly kind of amused smile, but only for a second. “I know, amore mio.”

Damiano looked tired, like he’d been traveling the world for hundreds of years, meanwhile his career had only just really taken off after winning the Eurovision contest. You were extremely happy for him, congratulating him as he had rushed home to you after celebrating with his band mates and team, as well as lots of press conferences and many interviews that seemed to be repetitive. He was conquering the world day by day, and you didn’t want to hold him back, not for a second.

Damiano almost looked sorrowful, like something important was on his mind, troubling him – still, it seemed like he was too afraid to say anything. Suddenly, his eyes turned hard and determined as he looked down at you, looking you directly in your eyes, making goosebumps rise on your naked skin, fearing for his next words. Although, what he said next left you in utter shock.

“I love you, more than anything in this world. I love you… so, so fucking much. Being away from you, for me… it’s the worst pain imaginable. And yet… I still can’t get enough of you. I’d do anything for you, you know? Anything you’d ask, I’d do it in a heartbeat. No matter the consequences, or the losses, or…” he swallowed, before taking a massive drag of his cigarette, letting his eyes flutter shut for a brief moment, just letting the nicotine smoke take over his mind for a second.

Continuing deeply, he went on. “You’re everything to me… I’d do whatever you want, baby. Whatever you want me to do – I’ll do it. Just promise me… promise me I’ll always have your love, because you’ll always have mine. Always.” Damiano said, breathless and his chest was almost heaving by the time he was finished his little speech.

You could only imagine how difficult it must’ve been for Damiano to admit those type of feelings to you, he was so young and so full of life, and his life right now was becoming more and more crowded as the minutes passed. He was always so sweet and loving towards you, he was always just the type of guy to ‘not express his feelings with words, more so with actions’.

“Damiano –“ you gaped at him, not exactly knowing how to word your own feelings to your boyfriend, as it wasn’t something you two usually discussed, it was just sort of always known how you two felt about one another. Saying it out loud… well, it was completely different. Damiano quickly put his more than half smoked cigarette in the ashtray by his bed, before bending slightly to reach you, smothering your lips with his, your tongues battling each other’s for dominance instantaneously.

He tasted of cigarettes and listerine mouthwash, with a hint of something that was just Damiano’s natural taste. It was heavenly.

“I’ll do whatever you want, for your love. Do you understand me?” Damiano asked, pulling away only a centimeter, both of you breathing the same oxygen, breathlessly. “Just tell me what you want, baby…” Damiano begged, trailing off as he raised a hand and caressed the side of your face tenderly, before twisting a strand of your loose hair between his long fingers, his dark eyes flicking back and forth to your eyes, then back down to your kissable lips.

“I just want you,” you whispered, feeling your heartbeat pick up in speed. Damiano grinned, clearly satisfied with your answer, as his thoughts were just about the same. He just wanted you, but he also wanted to give you everything, anything you wanted from him, it’d be yours.

“Let me kiss you,” Damiano said, his voice dropping a few octaves, a hungry sort of lust now consuming his brain once more. You giggled, leaning in for a kiss, but he stopped you – placing one hand on your shoulder and giving it a light squeeze.

Smirking, Damiano brushed his lips against the corner of your mouth, teasingly. “Not here, amore…” Damiano murmured, his voice trailing off. You felt the muscles in your belly tense in excitement, a wide smile making its way on your face.

Damiano carefully rolled you over so you were now laying on your back, the cool air of his bedroom instantly making your nipples harden. Your lover didn’t hesitate, as he crawled his way on top of you, each leg on either side of you and his dominant hand holding himself up, as his other hand came up to squeeze one of your tits.

You moaned, feeling his fingers pinch one of your nipples, before he bent his head down to suck the nipple he wasn’t paying any attention to in his mouth, gently sucking and nibbling on it. Your back arched in pleasure, both of your hands coming up to run up and down Damiano’s back.

“Sweet girl, will you let me taste you?” Damiano purred, dragging his hand that was on your nipple down to your ribcage, then down towards your bellybutton, lightly tracing the skin there. It tickled you, of course. Damiano always loved playing with you a bit before he full on fucked you, which usually unnerved you, but tonight you didn’t mind. You nodded your answer, quite eagerly – causing Damiano to laugh at you.

You were already wet from earlier from your previous sinful acts, but not as wet as you could be, but luckily for you – Damiano was a thorough man, and he always enjoyed a bit of foreplay. Damiano started sloppily kissing his way down towards your stomach, from your ribcage, to your bellybutton, then down to your bare bikini line.

His breath fanned over your bare cunt, his eyes traveling to see the puffiness of your slicked lips. You let out a shaky breath as he wrapped one arm around your right thigh tightly, tugging you down the bed so you’d be closer to him, while his other hand went to gently spread your lips apart with two fingers, before diving his face in between your thighs. His tongue lapped up your mixed essence, humming at the taste of both you and him on his tongue.

Damiano’s tongue playfully swirled around your clit in figure eights, as he slipped two fingers inside of you easily, keeping them still inside of you, causing you to whimper and grasp the sheets below you. “F-Fuck, Damiano…” Damiano simply continued his actions, occasionally nibbling on your swollen clit, before sucking and kissing it in apology, ignoring your moans as he lost himself in the taste of your sweet nectar, which was now heavily leaking out of your cunt.

Suddenly, Damiano added a third finger inside of you, then almost viciously started pumping them into you, causing you to let out a high pitched squeal at the action. Damiano laughed breathlessly against your clit, sucking on the little throbbing nub in his mouth continuously, while curling his fingers inside of you, feeling your juices leaking down all over his hand now. The arm that was wrapped around your right thigh was now holding you tightly against his mouth so that you couldn’t move your lower half, while your torso was arching perfectly.

Damiano couldn’t take his eyes off of you, seeing the way your lips parted as your breathing started to grow heavier, his hand that was gripping your thigh was digging his blunt, newly polished nails into the meaty skin. You cursed, wanting to move your hips against his face, but Damiano kept you locked in place.

His tongue moved down to your hole now, sliding in along side his fingers, as he pressed his nose against your clit teasingly, moving his tongue in and out of you at rapid speed. Soon enough, Damiano added a fourth finger inside of you, scissoring your cunt open for him, ready to fuck you again as he could feel himself harden incredibly fast.

Damiano could feel your cunt clench around his fingers which were buried as deep as they could possibly go, hitting that spongy tissue inside of you that made you see twinkling stars. He could tell you were about to come, and that only infuriated him to move his tongue and fingers faster, pumping and scissoring your cunt so hard you were now a shaking, whining mess.

He loved it.

“Fucking come all over my fingers for me, baby,” Damiano said, slurping up your juices greedily, giving your puffy hole a loving kiss as your thighs started to shake almost violently. Damiano could barely keep your one thigh in his strong hold, while your other leg was completely sprawled out along the large bed, your knee bent inwards and trembling, unnoticed by you.

“Damiano…!” you screeched, creaming all over his hand, your cum dripping down his wrist as he continued to fuck you using his talented tongue and fingers. You were so needy for him, all you wanted was his fucking cock inside of you… right now.

“Please, please – fuck me!?” you begged, your big doe eyes were wide and glistening with unshed tears and your lips were bitten raw from you and him biting them. You looked so fucking beautiful. If there were a single word to describe the way you looked to Damiano right now, it’d be simple.

Goddess.

Honestly, if you’d say yes, in this very moment – Damiano would be just about at the breaking point of losing his shit and asking you to marry him. His cock was rock solid, pressed against his bare stomach, dribbling with pre-cum against his sheets, feeling like it’d explode. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment to breathe out of his nose, controlling the animalistic urge to just rise up on his knees and to start pounding his cock into you.

Although, he couldn’t help himself and kept his eyes locked on you, looking up at you in awe in your moaning glory, watching your orgasm completely take over your body, making you shake and gasp and plead for him.

Damiano slowed his quickened pace as he now only fucked you with his fingers, removing his mouth from your hole which was unconsciously clenching his fingers still, before he began to suck on your clit again harshly, making you cry out. “Damiano!” you yelled, looking down at him desperately, your stomach felt like it was tied in hundreds of knots, your skin felt like it was sizzling, like if you’d touch it – you’d burn.

A moment later, you were coming all over again. The band in your belly snapping, making you choke on air as you used all your will-power to move, thrusting your hips up and down and any sort of way they’d go as you felt Damiano’s fingers slide out of you. “No, no, no – please, I’ll b-be good…!” you sobbed, now making grabbing motions towards him with your hands.

Damiano lips were slightly parted, his eyes completely blown out from lust from just watching you and were halfway open, his cheeks were flushed and his breathing was out of his control… he looked drunk.

Drunk off you.

He slowly moved to slide himself up your body, kissing your stomach and chest as he went, before crashing your mouths together, groaning deeply into your sweet mouth. He sucked on your tongue and you could taste yourself on his tongue, while you two fucked each other’s mouths. Fuck, Damiano thought while kissing you. He wanted you… he wanted you so fucking badly.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Your eyes were squeezed shut, but Damiano’s remained half opened as he kissed you, bringing his dry hand up to grasp one of your perky tits once again, twisting your nipple, feeling your body shake underneath his from the aftermath of two orgasms in a row.

“Want me to fuck you now, baby?” Damiano asked huskily, trailing his lips down to your ear, his tongue swirling around the shell of your ear, before biting on your earlobe – making you whine uselessly as you wrapped both arms around him, holding him against you, never wanting to let him go.

“Yes!” you pleaded, nodding your head in consent. Damiano’s accent seemed to only grow thicker as he lost all sense of time, just wanting to be inside of your cunt already. “Alright, fuck… Jesus Christ, I love you,” he gasped, his lips dragging along the skin of your delicate neck, kissing and licking the salty skin greedily. He couldn’t get enough.

He craved you.

Damiano quickly used his hand that was coated in your juices to lather his cock up, spreading it all along his hardened shaft, along with some of the oozing pre-cum that was dripping down the flushed head. Then, he angled his hips and pelvis directly against yours so you were pressed together, using his hand that held his cock in hand, he gently pressed the tip of his cock directly against your needy hole, which was just dying to be filled.

“Yes, yes, yes…! More, please! Put it in,” you cried, sounding pathetic, but you didn’t give a shit. All you wanted was Damiano. Damiano choked on a laugh as he thrusted the entirety of his large cock inside of your cunt, making you moan loudly at the sudden intrusion, feeling Damiano bottom out.

“Oh, fuck!” Damiano cursed, stilling his hips against yours as he moved the hand that was gripping your tit and leaned down on both of his elbows, so to not put so much of his weight on you. He stayed completely still to let you adjust to him, feeling your soaked walls that felt like fucking velvet to him squeeze his cock in place. He wanted to scream.

Your hair was sprawled out across one of his pillows, your skin felt flushed with heat, and you felt like your whole body was pulsing with electricity. Damiano lazily ran a hand through his hair, breathing heavily through his nose as he waited for you to grow comfortable once again.

Always the gentleman.

Damiano’s eyes locked with yours, your right hand coming up and scratching the skin at the base of his neck for comfort, while your left hand gripped his back for leverage as you shifted your hips upwards. Damiano couldn’t control his breathing, let alone the way his cock twitched desperately inside of you – you made his veins and pulse feel like they were trembling.

“Amore, are you alright?” Damiano asked quietly, his voice strained and eyebrows furrowed in pure concentration, though he was always considerate for you. No matter how many times Damiano had fucked you, it always took a moment for you to get used to his thick, long length. You breathed out a sigh, nodding. “You can move, Damiano.” you mumbled, suddenly feeling shy.

Damiano let out a sigh of relief, feeling like he was about to lose all of his self control, as he pulled his hips back and slammed them against yours, thrusting in and out of you like a wild beast, impatient and needing to fucking come. “Fuck…!” Damiano shouted, feeling his orgasm build so quickly inside of him, he felt like he was gonna pass the fuck out. “Tell me,” Damiano begged suddenly, pounding his way in and out of you roughly and quickly, just the way you both liked it.

“I love you,” you whimpered, one hand flying to grab ahold of the sheets below you and the other grasping one of Damiano’s shoulders as you felt like your boyfriend was very quickly losing his mind while fucking you. His cock was so big and heavy whenever it thrusted it’s way inside of your tight cunt – it felt like Damiano was fucking your guts. He constantly, without fail, kept hitting your g-spot, causing your vision to become unfocused.

“Oh, oh, oh  – please, don’t stop!” you screamed, throwing your head back and letting your eyes flutter close in pure ecstasy.

Damiano felt his heart pound against his chest, continuing his eager thrusting and completely enjoying himself. It felt like heaven, being inside of you, he honestly didn’t want to pull out. If he had a choice, he’d stay inside of you forever.

“I’m never gonna stop,” Damiano growled, before bending his head down into the crook of your neck, biting your pulse point and triggering your final orgasm of the night. You wailed, making a tight fist and banging it against the bed, your nails digging into Damiano’s shoulder, making him groan in pleasure.

Damiano felt his balls tighten up immediately after, feeling your walls flutter and squeeze him so beautifully, he could cry. He was going to come any second now, just a few more hard thrusts and – Damiano blacked out. His body instantly dropped and landed right on top of you, his cock spurting his release inside of you.

For a few seconds, you weren’t even aware of Damiano’s passing out on top of you, as you were still going through the intense waves and feelings of your own orgasm. You felt dizzy and unsure of everything around you, you could barely see – all you could see was dark hair in your face and you blinked rapidly, trying to get your vision back into focus as your body was tingling in euphoria.

When you finally unclenched your fist from gripping your boyfriends shoulder, that’s when you noticed it. Suddenly, you tried sitting up quickly, which was a bad idea since Damiano was literally dead weight on top of you, you couldn’t move a inch, only your head and arms.

“Damiano!” you yelled, trying to wiggle your body from underneath his to wake him, feeling his cock release the last few drops of his cum inside of you. You didn’t want your mind to wonder off, but cock-warming Damiano felt amazing – even with the terrible circumstance that was currently happening.

“Damiano,” you called desperately, using both of your hands to gently lift his head from the crook of your neck. His eyes were closed and sweat was beaded across his forehead, his lips were only slightly parted as he breathed heavily. Was he…?

Was he snoring?!

You were growing more and more worried, he should be awake by now. “Damiano!” you said firmly, pinching one of his cheeks as you held his head up. Why wasn’t he waking up? You considered slapping him, but then quickly dismissed the crazy idea.

“Please, baby – wake up for me…” you said softly, not exactly knowing what to do in this type of situation as this has never happened to you. You just wanted to make sure he was alright, then you’d let him sleep however long he wanted to.

All of the sudden, as if your worried state was enough to do the trick, his eyelids opened quickly, looking alerted and startled. “W-What…?” he asked slowly, mumbling his words. “Oh, thank goodness!” you exclaimed, pecking him on the mouth. Damiano looked so confused, calling your name to grab your attention as you began to fuss over him. You wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of your hand, your eyes wandering all over his face, making sure his eyes remained focused and open.

“Darling, what happened?” Damiano asked, grabbing one of your busy hands by the wrist, pausing your actions as you laid beneath him, with a look of concern on your face. “Oh, Damiano… you passed out!” you exclaimed, your eyes widening and you bit your lower lip in worry, not sure how he would take to hearing the news, or if he’d even believe you. You truly expected him to laugh at you.

He didn’t.

Turns out, he believed you, because his eyes grew huge and his mouth dropped open in shock. “I… what?! I passed out? How?!” Damiano demanded, before he started cursing in Italian, his cheeks flushed. Damiano looked down between your bodies, lifting his up a little to see you both were still connected, with him still inside of you, limp.

Immediately, Damiano pulled out and rolled over to sit back up against the headboard, causing you to gasp at the sudden emptiness. Damiano turned to you quickly, an apology already flying out of his mouth. “I’m so sorry, amore mio… I didn’t mean to…”

You grimaced, feeling Damiano’s cum leak out of you. “It’s… it’s fine, darling – really, I’m okay.” You knew he was embarrassed, you could just tell by his posture and his reaction and just knowing Damiano. “It’s alright, you know. You’re okay,” you said quietly, laying there in silence as Damiano leaned over to grab his cigarettes and lighter. Damiano shook his head in objection, his cheeks still heated with a blush. In all your years of knowing Damiano, it was very hard for him to feel embarrassed.

He didn’t care what others thought about him, he didn’t give a fuck about other peoples opinions. He never cared what people thought of him… ever.

You though… you were different. He respected you, and loved you so damn much… perhaps too much, since it caused him to become so overwhelmed with emotion while fucking your brains out – and then, ultimately, he passed out himself.

Damiano lit up another cigarette, bringing it up to his mouth immediately and sucking in the cloudy smoke. It was silent for exactly six minutes.

Six, uncomfortable minutes.

You didn’t know what to say… or think, really. You knew you weren’t mad or upset, you also didn’t think that he should feel ashamed or embarrassed about the situation. But you also knew Damiano and his need to overthink things whenever he was with you.

“I’m sorry,” Damiano said, quietly. His voice sounded so small – so filled with shame, and you did not like it one bit. You sat up right next to him, plucking the lit cigarette from his swollen lips and placing the stick between your own lips, inhaling the smoke.

Damiano looked at you from the corner of his eyes as if you went mad, you never smoked cigarettes. He only ever offered you one to tease you and mess around, he knew you’d always decline his offer. Which, right now, he was positive you’ve lost it somehow after experiencing his embarrassing moment.

He kept checking your face in worry, which remained blank. Thinking to himself, great, just fucking fantastic. He’s caused you to smoke and ruin your lungs all because of him passing out during sex. Fuck. He didn’t know what to do or say… but, apparently, you did.

You inhaled another deep drag of the cigarette, before turning your head to look up at your pouty boyfriend, holding out the cigarette for him to take from you. “If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine. I understand. Just don’t… don’t hide from me. Don’t shut me out, because I love you, Damiano. I love you so fucking much,” you paused, breathing out the smoke. Then, you locked your eyes with his, making note of every feature of his beautiful face.

“I’ll do whatever you want, for your love. Do you understand me?” you asked, sincerely. Damiano immediately smiled, teeth and all, before licking his lips and putting the cigarette down in the ashtray. He turned back to you and cupped your face in his hands lovingly, “I just guess next time I’ll have to have you pass out on me,” Damiano remarked, smirking down at you in amusement.

You smiled, pressing your lips to his, kissing him with all the love and passion you could muster up in one kiss. “I love you,” you whispered, leaning your forehead against his.

He hummed his confirmation, “And I… love you.”

fin ♡ ˊˎ-

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[kaylalovesmaneskin]

The tattoo artist

Paring: Damiano David x fem!reader

Warning:nun Really

A/n:hey loves I just wanted to say that this is going to be a lil quick story I had Roaming around my head so yea but I hope u enjoy this ❤️ @ellior1111

You had decided to get a tattoo When you got into the tartoo shop you saw a young man. A really handsome man. with his hands covered with tattoos. You heart rate increased when he looked at you. "Hi, how can I help you?' he kindly smiled at you. “Uhh...l'd like to get a tattoo" you said still admiring him. “Sure, come in" he said and going into tattoo room.You wanted your tattoo under your breast. He had started doing the tattoo on you. He was trying really hard not to touch you inappropriately. "It's ok. don't worry" you said to him trying to clam him down. He tried to placed his hand somehow without completely touching you. When he finally finished the tattoo, you noticed that there were some marks from his fingers around in the area. He hadn't realise he was holding you that hard. “Im so sorry didn’t want to do that " his face immediately turned red. “It ok.” You said making eye contact with him.

[stellapythonissam]

[ damiano ] random boyfriend headcanons.

damiano david x fem!reader ; sfw//slight nsfw.

warning: english is not my first language. i hope i didn't make any gross mistakes while writing this work.

● damiano doesn't call you his girlfriend. he calls you his lover.

● listen, he`s not big on pda and both of you are trying to keep your relationship private. but !!! but when you are in the circle of close friends ( for example, vic, ethan and thomas ... ), damiano puts you on his lap, even if there are a hundred empty seats nearby. and !!! when you're alone together he's a VERY tactile and may act like he's fucking touch-starved. you wanted to use the toilet while you and damiano were hugging on the couch? LOL, GOOD LUCK!

● he prefers having his arm hanging across your shoulders than holding hands.

● he cups your face in his hands as he kisses you.

● bites you lightly on the tip of your nose.

● piggy back rides !!!

● don't be surprised when drunk damiano gets down on one knee and starts serenading you. just enjoy.

● you exchanged rings and wear each other's rings on chains as pendants.

● painting each other's nails.

● what turns him on? sweaty you! seriously, strands of hair stuck to your forehead, a wet t-shirt stuck to your body, which you so want to get rid of as soon as possible, because the heat is simply unbearable, and the way your chest heaves while you breathe heavily. poor damiano can't help himself when he sees you like that.

● his clothes are your clothes, your cosmetics are his cosmetics. everything is fair.

● discussing ancient greek mythology. if you are not very savvy in this topic, damiano will be happy to share with you everything that he knows himself.