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till-you-scream-and-cry · 2 years

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Pumpkin Spicy Night

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Måneskin (all of them)

summary: you had great plans for a Halloween night, which got changed by mother nature herself, yet in the end, it turns out much better than you hoped for

word count: 4.3k

contents: SMUT

author’s note: I tried to make it at least a little spooky, my first longer fic after a break so i hope you’ll like it, and well, it includes everyone so🎃

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It started as a perfect, sunny day. Nothing indicated that nature would soon ruin and change the plans you made for that night. Halloween was always special to you, but this year even more than usual. Vic called you a day before and said that she wants to take you as her plus one to a party on the outskirts of Rome. You were friends for a while now, but after one of the weekends you two spent alone in their house, you became more than that.

You gave in to the sexual tension that was in the air and spent the most passionate night together. From that day you had casual, wild sex with no bigger commitment. It seemed like the best option for you and where you were in your life. Some harmless fun with no strings attached.

You were really excited after her call, it was a promise of a great night in the best company you could possibly think of. Besides a good sexual match, you were actually great friends. You grabbed a bag full of different costume options, some makeup and car keys. Soon later you were in her room, sitting on the edge of her bed with your legs dangling from it. Vic was in the process of going through her closet, trying to find a lacy top she wanted to wear.

“Maybe you left it at Nica’s?” You asked with a faint smile, watching her growing frustration as she kept tossing the clothes around.

“No, I called her already, fucking hell where is it?!”

“Maybe Thomas borrowed it?” You leaned back on your elbows and frowned. “Damn, look at these clouds…”

Vic turned around and came closer to a window, she moved the curtains to the side and sighed. The sky got dark, the entire room looked as if someone switched the lights off.

“Yeah, it seems like a storm is coming, a big one.” She turned to you, and at the same time, a flash of big lightning ripped the sky in half, making you widen your eyes. “Oh, that was impressive.” She said and her words were followed by a loud thunder which made the widows shake.

“I don’t know if we’ll make it to the party before it hits.” You whispered, sitting up straight.

“Well…” Vic smirked and walked over to the bed. She climbed on the bed and sat behind you. “We could just stay here and entertain ourselves otherwise.” She purred, leaning over to your ear, and pushing your hair aside. She placed a wet kiss on your neck, slipping her arms around you.

“Don’t you want to go?” You asked with hesitation in your voice. Her hands cupped your breasts and gently squeezed them. You let out a sigh.

“Oh, you still want to?” Vic asked with a chuckle. She grabbed the hem of your top and started pulling it up, to finally take it off you and throw it aside. “I think your body says something else…”

“Uh huh yeah maybe…maybe we can stay.” You mumbled as she unclipped and slid the bra off your body.

Vic kissed your neck, her one hand was teasing your bare nipple, flicking it and pinching it from time to time. Her other hand found its way between your thighs, brushing the damp material of your panties.

“God, you’re so desperate already…” She mumbled and moved the material aside, making you gasp as her fingers touched your soaked pussy.

Her fingers danced around your folds slowly, teasing your clit and spreading your wetness around. She sat close behind your back, stretching her legs around you. She hooked them under your calves and pulled your legs apart, exposing you more. You reached behind and tangled your hand in her hair, gasping and whining under her touch.

“Fuck I need to taste you…” She purred into your ear, taking away her fingers.

Vic moved away and took your hand. You turned around and grabbed her chin, pulling her into a passionate kiss. You helped her out of her top and pushed her on her back, got rid of your panties and straddled her. You placed your hands on her bare tits, teasing them gently, making her sigh in pleasure. Vic watched you with a grin, her beautiful, blue eyes giving you comfort, she kept stroking your thighs, encouraging you to move higher. Finally, your pussy was only inches from her chin, she looked at you and smiled.

“Good girl…” She purred.

Vic pulled you down on her lips and placed an intense kiss on your clit. You screamed and bucked your hips forward. She kept swirling her tongue around your clit, kissing and teasing you, faster and faster. You were already close when she started, her warm tongue was just perfect, pushing you over the edge. She spanked your ass loudly.

“Ride my face, baby…” She mumbled, and that was all you needed.

Your hips started swaying back and forth, the blissful friction got you screaming and gasping erratically. The loud noise synched with huge lighting which drowned the room in a blue glow. You came with a loud cry, grasping her hair, riding out your high.

“Shhh!”

“What?” You mumbled, looking down at her with hazy eyes, still trying to catch your breath.

“Did you hear that?” She asked with a serious look.

“No…it’s probably wind or…” A loud bang coming from downstairs interrupted you.

“Yeah, I don’t think so…” Vic said with a nervous tone and patted your thigh. You got off her and sat on the bed with shaky legs.

“Maybe it's Thomas?” You asked, picked up her goodie and put it on. Vic grabbed her top.

“Thomas is asleep in his room, and the noise is coming from downstairs.” She kept looking at the door, biting her thumb.

“What about Damiano? Ethan, maybe?” You put a hand on her shoulder and gave her a light squeeze, feeling how tense she was,

“Ethan left an hour ago, Damiano is visiting his mother today. Fuck…” she sighed and looked at you. “We need to go and check.

“No….Vic, no, that’s the main reason why people die in horror movies, come on.” You tried to grab her hand, but she was faster. Vic stood up and grabbed the candlestick. She yanked the candle out and threw it aside.

“Vic, love, do you want to fight a ghost with…this?” You could barely hold back the laughter, but Vic seemed awfully serious.

“Oh sure, laugh at me, I want to see you fighting a burglar with a damn cross and holy water.” She scoffed and looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “Exactly, now let’s go. And be quiet.”

The whole situation seemed a little ridiculous, maybe it was the fault of endorphins rushing through your system, but you were struggling to take Vic seriously, while she was sneaking up on a mysterious noise. Your smile faded away as soon as you stepped out of the room. The house was drowning in darkness, the thunders were making you wince every few seconds. The howling wind got into the house through an open window, rattling ominously against the wall. Vic closed it and grabbed your hand. She gave you an encouraging look before taking the first step downstairs. You squeezed her hand hard, now genuinely scared of what you might find. The storm seemed like a perfect time to break into someone’s house. The noises were muffled, and people would pay less attention to them. You finally got to the living room. The cold, stone floor was making you shiver, the room was dark, lit only by lightning ripping the sky apart every few seconds. It was one of the scariest storms you’ve seen in a while. Vic Pulled you towards the kitchen, then the studio, and a bathroom. Nobody was there. You checked the front door which was locked, just the way Vic left them when you came over.

“One place left,” Vic whispered and pointed towards the dark corridor leading to the laundry room and the garage. She clicked the light switch but nothing changed. The power was out.

“Maybe let’s get a flashlight or…” You tried your best, but Vic was already grabbing the handle of the door leading to the garage. The next thing you could hear was her scream.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?! Do you want me to have a heart attack?!” She yelled, and her words were followed by chaotic smacking of…someone.

“Calm down, are you insane?!” Ethan covered himself from her punches.

“Jesus Christ what are you sneaking up like that?!” Vic threw the candlestick aside and put her hands on her hips, her face was red and her nostrils flared up. She was furious, he must’ve scared her a lot.

“I was on my way to a party and I saw the dark clouds, so I came back here to get a car. Just in time, it started raining when I got here. And the power went out and I couldn’t open out fucking electric door!” He ended up with a raised voice and a light kick aimed at the car tire. “Sorry, hi y/n.” He gave you a faint smile, “I didn’t mean to scare you two.”

“Hi.” You mumbled quietly.

“Well you interrupted us something important so don’t expect me to forgive you so quickly,” Vic said and pouted, cocking her head to the side.

“Oh really?” he asked, looking you two up and down in a pale light coming from outside. You were barely clothed, had messy hair and smudged lipstick, Vic wasn’t any more representable. He smirked. “Oh, I see, judging by looks and moods I assume it was your turn now hmm?” He cooed to Vic and turned to you. “Well since I’m already late to the party, and you’re probably not going anywhere either…” He bit his lip and kept staring at you with a grin.

“Oh I’m sorry, are you trying to fuck her or…?” Vic scoffed and stepped a little closer, wrapping her arms around your waist. “Would you like that, cucciola? I can tell him to fuck off…” He whispered into your ear, her warm breath tickled your skin.

“Well, to be fair…I wouldn’t mind.” You said quietly and looked at Ethan, who already had a big, proud grin on his face. You were open to anything, and Ethan was definitely one of the people you couldn’t say no to. He had this mystic aura around him, seemingly stoic, but so damn hot. And well, there were rumours you’ve heard that needed to be tested.

“Deal, but I won’t just look, I hope you’re aware…” She said to Ethan and pulled you to the living room.

She pushed you onto the sofa and straddled you. Vic looked deeply into your eyes and smirked.

“Whore…” She whispered and pressed her lips to yours, kissing you deeply.

When she broke off the kiss, you saw a light behind her, spreading around a room with a nice orange glow. Ethan finished lighting some candles, he put a few blankets and pillows on the carpet and got rid of his shirt. He stepped closer, pushing his hair back, the candlelight made his muscles look even more defined. Ethan cupped your face with his big hand and stroked your cheek.

“You’re so gorgeous, I hope you know that, cucciola.” He brushed your lips as you smiled, and leaned closer to give you a soft kiss.

“Oh she knows, I make sure she hears that often,” Vic said with a hint of jealousy in her voice, you liked how possessive she was, but only around her bandmates. There was some kind of rivalry between them, very amusing to watch. But deep down you knew she didn’t mind sharing.

“Well never enough compliments, am I right?” Ethan whispered and started slowly unzipping the hoodie, exposing your bare breasts. He sighed and licked his lips when the candlelight shone on them. “So pretty and soft…”

He traced his finger down your neck, to your breast, circling your nipple before brushing it gently. You gasped quietly, making him hum. Vic knelt beside you and started stroking your leg, sneaking her hand higher and higher up your thigh, forcing you to widen your legs. Finally, she reached your bare pussy and cupped it with her hand. You closed your eyes and bit your lip.

“Fuck you’re so hot…”

Ethan’s hand wrapped around your throat in a light grip, you looked at him and parted your lips, unable to resist a sigh, Vic’s touch was getting more and more intense. You pressed your hand to his chest and started slowly dragging it down to the hem of his trousers. His breathing became louder as you put your hand over the growing bulge. You started unbuckling his trousers, staring at him with hazy eyes. Vic slipped her two fingers in, making you moan and grip Ethan’s arm.

“Can’t wait to bury my cock inside you…” Ethan purred into your ear, guiding your hand to his cock, you gave him a few slow strokes. He was thick and heavy, twitching under your touch. “You’re just aching for it, hmm?” He asked and winked at Vic who added another finger.

“We need to get you ready, baby.” She kissed your leg and chuckled.

“Please…I’m ready, I can’t….” You whined, giving Ethan a pleading look.

“Oh, are you begging?” He asked, pinning his dark eyes in you.

“Uh huh, I am…” You whined and moaned loudly as Vic started pumping her fingers faster.

Ethan grabbed you and commanded Vic to stop. He swiftly laid you on your back, on the blankets and pillows, making sure you were comfortable. He kicked his jeans aside and knelt in front of you. You kept watching him impatiently, spreading your legs wide, feeling no shame left. Ethan teased your clit with his tip for a moment, before slowly pushing in, stretching you around his thick cock. You moaned and grabbed the blanket so hard that your knuckles got white. He slowly pushed his entire length into you, and stroked your thighs with a proud grin.

“Such a good girl…” He mumbled between low grunts, picking up his pace.

Vic crawled closer to you and cupped your chin.

“Aww you didn’t think I’m going to sit and watch, did you? I think you owe me, love.”

She took off her top, straddled you and moved closer, till her pussy was only inches from your face. You placed both hands on her ass, squeezing it and pulling her down on your lips. Vic moaned and threw her head back, her long hair tickled your tummy. Ethan’s grip on your hips tightened as he started speeding up. Your moans sent vibrations against Vic’s clit, making her whine and wriggle, bucking her hips faster, grinding on your tongue. Ethan got louder and rougher, you felt that your body was slowly giving up. All you could do was to hold Vic still and have your tongue out while she rode it, chasing her release. As soon as she screamed, and moved away, still shaking in convulsions, you felt that you were only seconds away from bliss. She got off you and laid by your side, cooing sweet nothings into your ear and playing with your breasts. Soon the wave of orgasm washed over your body, and the only thing you could see was Ethan’s face in a grimace of orgasm as he came deep inside you with a loud moan. He slipped out of you and collapsed, wrapping an arm around your middle.

Your peaceful moment of rest was interrupted by a loud bang and an unsettling crack coming from the outside. The three of you jumped and looked at the giant window. The noise was followed by footsteps running down the stairs.

“What the fuck happened…here.” Thomas was still half asleep, holding onto his pillow, wearing nothing but boxers. He looked at the three of you with parted lips, clearly surprised to see you naked in the middle of the living room. “What…”

“I was about to go and see…” Ethan pulled on his underwear and threw a blanket on his back. He grabbed a big flashlight and opened the balcony door.

The gust of cold wind got into the living room, making you and Vic squeak before he closed them again. In all that chaos you briefly forgot that you were still naked. You turned around and glanced at Thomas, who was shamelessly staring at your tits. He cleared his throat and tried to fix the bent material of his boxers, giving up under his growing bulge.

“We got carried away, alright? Don’t be a perv…” Vic chuckled, making him blush.

“No, come on, I didn’t…” he started, a bit annoyed at her accusation.

“Vic, stop it, we’re literally in the middle of the living room. Besides…” you smirked at him “I don’t mind the audience.”

Thomas reciprocated the grin and chuckled. Vic looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

“You could’ve said earlier that you’d like to fuck them all, there were things I could’ve arranged.” She said and got nudged in the ribs by you. “So? Do you want to fuck them all?”

“Come on Vic, it’s not that I planned it…” you looked at her, her intense stare worked like a serum of truth. “Well yeah, I always considered them hot, maybe I fantasized about them once or twice…”

“You could’ve told me!” She smacked you with a pillow, “Not all of them are present but…” She glanced at Thomas, watching your bickering with curiosity. His bulge was still very much present, and the size of it made you wonder how great this night could be.

“Well,” Ethan interrupted you by opening the balcony door again and barging into the living room, soaking wet. “Seems like a branch of a tree broke and smashed our bin. But that’s all, no demons, no burglars.” He stopped and looked at Thomas, awkwardly trying to shield his crotch from him.

“Oh for fucks sake, don’t look at me like that.” Thomas mumbled with anger.”

“Oh no, I’m not judging you dude, I’m not this much of a hypocrite. Quite the opposite, I would encourage you…” he looked at you with a grin, “This one over here is damn good, and if she’s interested…”

“She is.” You said with a smile.

Thomas grabbed his cock through his boxers and smiled back. He summoned you with his finger and backed till his legs hit the sofa. Thomas sat down heavily and watched you crawl to him on all fours. You knelt in front of him, watching his pink cheeks, fluffy hair and lips parted from lust.

“Good girl.” He mumbled, and stroked your head.

You pulled on the waistband of his boxers and set his hardening cock free. Thomas gasped and bit his lip, grabbing a fistful of your hair. You grabbed him firmly and gave him a few strokes, happy with how he reacted to your touch. The moment your tongue slid over his skin he whined and pulled your hair, making you hum. The noises behind you suggested that Ethan and Vic sat on the other sofa and kept staring at your exposed ass. Thomas pushed your head down, encouraging you to take him in your mouth. It was hard to fit his entire cock in, but slowly you started bobbing your head, making quiet gurgling noises. He started grunting, now both his hands were holding your head, dictating you the rhythm. You felt how wet you were getting, almost dripping on the floor, aching to get him inside of you.

“Fcuking storm…what the hell did I miss?!” Damiano appeared out of nowhere, he must’ve used the garage door.

He looked at the four of you with a devilish smirk, the water was dripping from his clothes and hair. You lifted your head, and looked at him, with saliva mixed with precum dripping down your chin. Thomas still had his hands in your hair. The only semi-dressed person was Ethan, yet his boxers were slid down a little. He must’ve started playing with himself at the sight of that show. Vic’s hand was between her thighs, her flushed cheeks suggested that she was doing the same thing.

“Well? We’re having an orgy and nobody called me? Hi, yn.” He started taking off his shirt and threw it on the floor with a wet noise. He unbuckled his belt and looked at you. “Don’t worry, I’m just getting rid of this before I get a cold. Don’t mind me…” he said and kicked his jeans aside.

“Umm…well…” You looked at Thomas and raised your eyebrow. Thomas smirked and stroked your cheek.

“I think she wants to say that she wouldn’t mind having you here as well. Is that right?” Thomas asked and winked at you.

“Yeah well…there are things I always wanted to try with you two so…” You mumbled to Thomas and turned to Damiano. He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.

“Is that so?” He asked and looked at Thomas. “Thommy?”

“I don’t mind sharing…” he said while tucking a string of hair behind your ear.

“And…would your fantasy include having both of us in you at the same time? Is that what you had in mind?” He asked and walked closer, looking down at you with a grin. You nodded. “Well then…” Damiano leaned to Thomas and whispered into his ear. Thomas smiled and stood up.

They shuffled a little, Thomas laid on his back on the blankets and encouraged you to get down with him. You straddled him, allowing his hard cock to rub against your folds. He placed himself in such a way that you were facing the couch with Ethan and Vic, both playing with themselves, each of them with hands between their legs. Thomas started teasing you with his long fingers and sighed at how wet you were.

“You think you can take it, cucciola?” He mumbled, placing both hands on your hips.

You nodded and lifted yourself, to slowly lower yourself on his length. You took him slowly but in one go, feeling the wonderful stretch, spreading warmth over your body.

“Fuck she’s unbelievable…taking you so well…” Damiano’s raspy voice appeared out of nowhere.

He knelt behind you and started kissing your back, and neck, cupping both your breasts. He walked around to the front of you, his hardening cock in his hand, he leaned down and kissed you, slipping his tongue into your mouth. Thomas’ hips bucked up, making you moan against his lips. Damiano chuckled and placed himself behind you. You kept a slow pace with Thomas, knowing what else was coming. Soon you felt Damiano’s fingers, and the coldness of lube, circling your other hole. He kept kissing your back and neck, playing with your tits with his other hand. Thomas tightened the grip on your hips, speeding up a little bit. Damiano slipped his finger in your ass, slowly at first, but seeing your reaction he hummed satisfied.

“Feels good?” He purred into your ear.

“Yeah…” You mumbled and turned your head a little to him. “More…please…” You whined, getting more eager from Thomas’ moves.

Damiano slipped another finger with a grunt and spanked you with a free hand.

“Such a good girl…” He started slowly moving them, you felt that the world was starting to spin.

“Wait…” Damiano mumbled to Thomas and pressed his hand to your back to make you lean forward.

He started pressing his cock against your entrance, and after a moment of resistance, he slipped in. You gasped loudly, feeling so full and close to release.

“Still having fun?” Damiano asked, slowly pushing further till he bottomed out.

“Yes…fuck yes…” You managed to mumble, making them both chuckle.

They found a common rhythm, pounding into you, making you moan and whimper incoherent begs and pleading for them to go faster. A few thrusts later you felt the orgasm so strong that you almost passed out. Your bodies moved in sync for a while, till all three of you rode out your orgasm. The room was filled with moans, grunts and screams. You kept panting, barely able to see from dizziness. You collapsed on Thomas’ chest, feeling them both slipping out of you. You looked at the couch, where Ethan just finished on his gorgeous chest, but Vic was still close.

“Look at me…tell me to come…” She mumbled to you, her fingers moving fast, three of them disappearing in her pussy, the other hand rubbing her clit.

“Come for me…fucking come…” You mumbled. “Please, I want to see you come, mommy.”

Your words worked, she screamed, trapping her hands between her clenching thighs. The wet noises filled the room. She looked at you with a grin and bliss on her pink face.

They took great care of you, helped you to clean yourself up and wrapped you in a blanket. The four of you created a big cuddling pile under the fluffy covers, all gathered on the floor, limbs tangled together, breaths coming back to normal. You had no idea whose hands were here on your back, who was stroking your hair and kissing your head. All you knew was that you felt happy and spent. Damiano, still a little wet, lit a fire in the fireplace and slipped back under the blanket. Ethan grunted as he touched him with his cold feet. The storm seemed to be going away, the quiet rumbling was barely audible. All of a sudden the lights came back up. Thomas chuckled and sighed.

“Amazing timing. Well…happy Halloween guys.”

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oro-e-diamanti · 2 years

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Music and people won't drown you out - not when it's up to Damiano and Victoria anyway.

Content: Smut

Word Count: 4.4k

Lesson Eleven: Let them hear.

No one should have been surprised that the band was throwing a goodbye party, least of all you. It wasn't even a long goodbye. They were set to leave for a promo tour taking them across Europe for the next three weeks, allowing you (or rather, pestering you until you agreed) to tag along, before coming back to the house to finish the album. Apparently, though, three weeks was more than enough reason to go crazy one more time.

The house was filled with people, people you were slowly starting to recognise, some of them greeting you enthusiastically as you made your way through the crowd, drink in hand, looking for a place to sit. You had a distinct sensation of hearing someone call your name, but the place was much too loud with music blasting from what felt like just about every corner. You didn't even try to locate the voice. They could come to find you if it was that important. Moving past some people sitting on the ground who reacted to your arrival with a wave and a cheer, you walked over to the couches, hoping to find some sort of seating.

It came in the form of Ethan's lap.

You had barely registered that it was him lounging on the armchair when his fingers closed around your wrist, pulling you in to place you on top of his thighs. You didn't resist, simply trying your best not to spill your drink as the sudden movement quite literally swept you off your feet. Your back hit his hard chest, clad in only a tank top, as his arms wrapped around your middle naturally. He stole the drink out of your hand before you could protest, taking a large gulp before handing it back to you. You couldn't hide the way you were staring at his throat, the movement of his adam's apple, as he did so. He sent you a knowing wink.

The conversation around him carried on as before, easily pulling you in. You revelled in the feeling of belonging. Sure, you hadn't known any of those people for long, having met most of them a mere handful of times at best, but for once your brain wasn't that letting be an obstacle. They didn't seem to mind your presence or contributions. So why should you? In fact, you were so caught up in discussing who was worth checking out at a festival the band was set to play in under two weeks, you barely noticed Ethan's hand wandering.

He was subtle about it, too. It started with a comforting touch to your back as you settled in his lap, just making sure you were sitting comfortably. You didn't think anything of it as it wandered a little lower, past your back, only just grazing the curve of your bum. It didn't unnerve you just yet. In fact, you had almost forgotten about it as it traced along your hip, entirely too invested in agreeing that everyone had to go see Arctic Monkeys live if they ever had the chance, until Ethan didn't allow you to ignore him anymore. Under the guise of getting comfortable, changing his position under you slightly, his fingers slipped over your thigh, daring close to moving between your legs fully. You slapped at his hands before he had the chance to go further.

You froze as soon as you realised what you had done. Quickly turning towards him, you found him smirking still, but his eyebrows were raised in something between amusement and a challenging look. He leaned forward until he was close enough to whisper in your ear, arms wrapping around you to keep you in place.

"Not just a good girl anymore, are you?"

You were convinced he had to notice the shiver running down your spine as it shook through you. Although you weren't quite sure where the rush of confidence came from, you grabbed his face, placing a single kiss on his lips, quickly enough to surprise him and catch him off guard.

"I can be whatever you want," you whispered back. The glimmer in his eyes told the rest. You held the eye contact for a moment longer, only interrupted when one of the friends you had previously been talking to - Matt? Mike? something like that? - interrupted shamelessly.

"Yo, Torchio, you got yourself a girlfriend, or what is happening here?"

The shyness and insecurity were back in an instant, leaving you to bury your head in his chest to avoid looking at the others. You had forgotten they were even there, potentially watching your every move, as you had been so distracted by whatever you and Ethan were doing. You weren't keen on the attention. Ethan chuckled, you could feel it where you had laid your head.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

It was playful but told his friend in no uncertain terms to back off. You appreciated the gesture.

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Had it been any other time of your life, the advances of the man in front of you wouldn't have been unwelcome. You couldn't remember his name, but he was Italian and gorgeous and staring at you in a way that made it abundantly clear what he was thinking about when he leaned on his hand next to you on the kitchen wall. It made you feel desirable and sexy - but unfortunately, also slightly uncomfortable. You hadn't exactly talked to the other guys about boundaries in whatever you were doing. In fact, you had no idea if they had any other... things happening on the side. To be fair, you weren't interested either way. The four of them were enough to handle on their own. You didn't need any additional distractions.

You were about to tell the guy off, letting him know that you weren't interested when someone beat you to it.

"Damiano! Someone's trying to steal our little toy!"

Victoria's voice bellowed through the space, easily defeating the music playing in the adjacent living room. The man immediately moved away from you, more in confusion than as a direct reaction to her words. Damiano came stumbling into the room a mere second later. Victoria, however, was already stalking toward you. In a few strides, she had reached you, not exhibiting any hesitation as she grabbed your face to pull you towards you, kissing you with a fierce possessiveness that left your knees weak. Your hands grabbed onto her hips, immediately getting her closer to you with no regard to your surroundings as she pushed her tongue into your waiting mouth, challenging you to a game you couldn't win.

You felt yourself getting lost in it, the way she suddenly pushed you harder into the wall, one hand wandering to the back of your neck, dominantly holding you in place, but it was cut short. A different hand, larger and stronger, grabbed at your hair, pulling you back and away from Victoria so you almost banged your head into the wall behind you, only to have Damiano claim your mouth with his. He wouldn't let himself be outdone, harsh fingers in your hair, tongue pushing against yours, his kiss slightly more sloppy than Vic's, almost drowning in the need for each other.

By the time they let you come up for air, hands still all over your body, and you opened your eyes, the other man had vanished. You couldn't blame him, after this display. But the two of them weren't done with you yet.

"Now, what do you say we teach our gorgeous toy a lesson about who she belongs to, hm, Damiano?"

Your eyes flickered back and forth between the two of them. Their hands were still on you, in your hair, at the back of your neck, on your hips, on your lower back, but they weren't giving you any more attention. Instead, they were solely looking at each other, knowing smirks on their faces that both unnerved and excited you. This whole talk about you being their toy was new, something you hadn't discussed yet, but oh if it didn't set off a rush of arousal when it happened. Whatever they had planned, you were willing to go along with it.

"Seems like the only option, really. They all need to know, too," he grinned, finally turning back towards you. "And you only have one task: Let them hear."

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It felt like everyone knew exactly what Victoria and Damiano were planning to do to you as they led you up the stairs. You didn't actually know if that was the case. Your eyes were trained solely on Vic as she ascended the steps in front of you, while Damiano kept close behind. But if anyone was looking at the three of you then and there, the way the two of them were sporting pure shit-eating grins in anticipation of what they were going to do, and you, almost shaking from excitement and arousal, it must have been perfectly clear.

Victoria chose her room. It was easily the biggest out of the ones available and you were sure she had fought tooth and nail to get it. The king-size bed was going to be needed, you assumed. As soon as the door closed behind Damiano, they had you pulled between them in a tight sandwich. Vic went for your mouth immediately, claiming it with vigour and passion, hands clawing at your hips, your thighs, your breasts, moving too fast for you to keep up. Damiano was much slower, much more deliberate, as he pressed soft kisses against the back of your neck. The difference in pace was making your head spin.

Damiano's hands were tugging at the hem of your shirt, quickly swatting Vic's fingers away as she tried to speed up the process. He was patient, much more patient than any of you should have been in this situation, you thought. He pulled the fabric up inch by inch, softly tracing your belly as he did so, while Vic flung her arms around your naked waist as soon as it was revealed, pulling you close to her until your bodies collided even more. You were dying to feel her, skin to skin, but any effort of you making a move was foiled by a slap to your hands or a tight hold of your wrist.

The kiss was briefly broken when Damiano tugged the shirt over your head. You were already going back for more when he spun you around, almost making you lose your balance, and put his own mouth on yours. Now it was Victoria who found herself having better access to your body and clothes. Luckily for you, she didn't take half as long undressing you. Your skirt dropped to the floor in no time, followed by your panties. She unbuckled your bra with ease, but you were pressed too tightly to Damiano, who was holding onto your head and kissing you deeply, for it to fall. Her hands snuck around your body, feeling along the fabric of your bra, until they were between you and Damiano, taking her time to draw you in just enough to give her space. She was peeling the cups off you, fingers confidently exploring your naked breasts, letting you feel her everywhere at once, but purposefully missing your nipples. When you whined into Damiano's mouth, they both abruptly moved away from you.

You felt cold and desperate in an instant, craving their bodies back on yours, craving their hands, their mouths, their tongues, whatever they were willing to give you. But you instinctively knew that it wasn't your place to make demands now. Instead, you watched as the two of them looked at each other, smirks flashing across their faces in what seemed to be a nonverbal communication you had not mastered yet.

"On the bed, now."

You didn't even think about disobeying Vic's order, not in the tone she was currently using on you. She had called you their little toy and you were willing to be just that.

You crawled on top of the covers of her bed, unsure if you wanted to be modest about being naked or shamelessly offer yourself, but all overthinking was quickly evaporating as Vic undressed in front of you. Damiano was lazily leaning against the wall, watching you, your reactions to Vic, still fully clothed and ready to enjoy the show. Victoria was just as impatient with her own clothing as she had been with yours. You barely had time to enjoy the way more of her skin was beginning to show as she ripped off her top, no bra underneath, as usual, then her shorts, her underwear, her sandals long kicked some place or other in the room.

"I think you've been treated a whole lot by us lately," she explained as she walked towards you. She was radiant in her nakedness, confident in her body and so aware of every single inch of it. You admired her in so much more than a purely sexual context. There was simply a glow about her that would always pull you in, whatever she was or wasn't wearing. She climbed onto the bed, almost making a move to straddle you as you instinctively leaned onto your back, but not quite.

"It's time you give back, baby."

Before you could ask what exactly she meant, she had gotten off her knees, lazily rolling onto her back, legs spread invitingly with an enticing smirk on her face. Her hand wandered down her own body until she reached her pussy, teasingly parting her folds to show you just how turned on she was already.

"Come on, give mommy your fingers and mouth."

You moaned at her words, almost surprised at your own reaction, but now wasn't the time to get into it. Carefully shuffling closer, you let your hands move up her calves and her thighs, still staying in safe territories. You'd never touched anyone's pussy but your own, and having Vic lying in front of you, spread out and waiting, had your nerves running on high alert. You so desperately wanted to do well.

Damiano moved behind you almost unnoticed, a hand on your back calming you immediately.

"Do you need another lesson? A little guidance, hm?"

You nodded, eyes still resting solely between Victoria's legs, too intimidated to look at her face just yet.

"You'll be fine," he whispered, a kiss behind your ear. It calmed you. "Just think about how you like to finger yourself and try it out on her. We all know Victoria isn't exactly quiet, you'll figure out what she likes easily."

In any other position, you were sure Vic would have thrown a comment at Damiano for his statement, but your fingers touched her for the first time, careful strokes along her folds before moving between them, and she shut up more quickly than you had ever experienced. It seemed familiar and strange all at once, but you would be a filthy liar if you said you didn't enjoy it. The wetness beneath your fingertips, the warmth drawing you in, she was gorgeous and you wanted all of it.

You took your time exploring, watching her react to your every move, over her clit, all along her wetness, circling her hole before daring to push a finger in. She was incredibly receptive, moaning, eyes closing and hips grinding down to get more friction.

Damiano's hand had wandered to the back of your head. While it seemed reassuring only a minute ago, there was now a certain pressure against it. You knew what he was hinting at. Shuffling to adjust your position, you leaned down, almost laying on your stomach as you crawled between her legs.

"You can start by kissing her thighs, take your time," Damiano suggested, but Victoria sounded impatient, immediately grabbing your head to drag you towards her pussy instead. "Or dive straight in, give her a lick. You'll love it."

He wasn't wrong.

Her smell was intoxicating and her taste was a treasure on your tongue. You had been wondering whether eating out a girl would be pleasurable for you, if you would be into it, if you would do it solely for the reaction or for your own desire as well. But by the way you felt yourself getting wetter, the questions had been answered at once.

You dragged your tongue over her, enjoying the warmth around it, missing her clit entirely as you circled back down.

"You tease way-" Vic's sentence was interrupted by a moan. "Way too much for someone who's never done this before."

You accepted the compliment with pride, although she didn't allow you to answer with words as her hands in your hair kept you pressed between her thighs. You had to remember to breathe as you kissed her, deeply and intimately, wetness spreading over your lower face.

"If you want to tease her some more, you can circle her entrance a bit," Damiano chuckled behind you. His hand was running up and down your back. But what was giving you a feeling of safety quickly turned into something more, as each stroke ended lower and lower, almost carelessly brushing over your bum.

Still, you did as you were told, tongue running along her hole, not giving in, no matter how hard she seemed to claw at your head. She was getting restless under you, legs moving with no rhyme or rhythm, heavy breathing rattling her chest, hips desperately moving against you.

You moved back up, finally letting your tongue drag over her clit. It was acknowledged with a loud moan that had you gasping against her. A kiss, maybe two, against her bundle of nerves, before going back to teasing it with your tongue.

"Move your tongue sideways across her clit," Damiano instructed as his fingers danced over the back of your thighs, dangerously close to your own wetness, but you were too focused to go after any sort of pleasure of your own. "She'll come apart in no time."

Taking on his advice, you started flicking her clit with the tip of your tongue. The effect was immediate. Vic was writhing, moaning, and gasping, babbling words of encouragement at the same time as desperate pleas left her mouth. You almost forgot to breathe, too preoccupied with making her feel good. You wanted, needed her to come on your tongue. Her thighs squeezed around you, legs caging you in, hands pressing harder as if you could get any closer. You let her dictate your movements, let her lift her hips against you in an attempt to find that sweet release.

It came more easily than expected.

With a gorgeous moan and a shake that seemed to travel through her whole body, she fell apart, giving into her orgasm with all her being, when you suddenly felt a touch between your own legs. A finger against your clit had you increasing the intensity impossibly, until Victoria came down, pushing your head away from her pussy, and the sensation between your thighs left at the same time. Both of you were left gasping for air.

"Fuck," Vic gasped. "You do that so well."

You almost giggled, but Damiano decided now wasn't the time for it, as he interjected quickly.

"You know what else she does well? Take my cock."

Victoria snorted. "Yeah, I do know, you let all of us see last time."

You burned up with shame, in the best way.

"Why don't you give it to her again then," she commented. "And make her scream. Remember, we want everyone at this party to hear who does her best."

Damiano gave a slap to your butt, making you gasp immediately at the unexpected sensation. He lifted your hips up, moving you to your knees. Victoria shuffled down, underneath you, so you could rest your face against her tits and chest. It was comforting and warm and a stark contrast to the harsh slap that landed on your other butt cheek.

"So pretty and red," Damiano murmured, but you didn't get any more as his hands now turned back to soft, feeling over your thighs, letting his fingers dip between them once again. This time you got more than you bargained for, a finger entering you with next to no warning, but it had you moaning and moving back against him in an instant, and he didn't take long to let another join. The stretch was overpowering you for a moment, too much too soon, but Victoria started petting your head gently and whispering sweet words of encouragement into your ear. It seemed to take no time whatsoever to adjust to the intrusion.

"Ready?" She asked you as Damiano carefully removed his fingers. You nodded against her skin, before remembering the rule.

"Ready, please," you pleaded, wriggling your butt as if to present yourself to him, feeling impossibly wet and aroused and in need of more. He didn't leave you waiting long.

You had barely even noticed when Damiano had gotten naked, but then he was pressed to you, kicking your legs apart to make room for him, cock slowly entering you, and you didn't find it in you to care anymore. He was stretching you out even more now, but it was combined with the feeling of Victoria's hand sneaking around to touch your clit and you couldn't help but whine pathetically.

He started out slowly, hand gripping your hips as he thrust into you carefully but deeply, almost sending you tumbling forward and further into Vic with the force that seemed to be increasing with every passing moment. You could feel yourself getting wetter, the sounds of it mixing with his skin hitting yours, moans and groans overlaying it all. Vic's hand was moving expertly on your clit and you knew you'd get there rather quickly if they kept this up.

As if they heard your thoughts, they both stopped. No finger on your clit, Damiano pulling out, leaving you horribly untouched where you needed it most.

"What-"

You didn't quite know what you were asking between harsh breaths, but they understood, still.

"We told you we'd let them hear. So you're not coming until you scream loud enough to drown out the music."

Fuck. Your hands clawed at Vic's side, who simply giggled and pulled you further up to give you a kiss. Soft and sweet and not at all what you needed. You were halfway to calming down, heartbeat decreasing, when Damiano grabbed you again, slamming into you forcefully. You moaned, moving against him, immediately feeling the sensation in your lower stomach build up again. His hands moved from your hips to your tits, cradling them roughly, almost pulling you upwards to fit better into his hands. You could feel Vic's hand sneaking between your bodies once again, but this time she wasn't having the mercy to touch your clit directly. Instead, she was teasing you endlessly, barely touching its sides before moving away again, drawing circles that seemed to get closer and closer before a hint of a touch, then nothing.

Damiano let go of you again, pulling out completely.

You were a mess. A sweaty, gasping, needy mess.

"Please, please, I need..."

"Aww, it's okay baby," Vic cooed as she stroked your hair again. "You will. As soon as we have you screaming. You think you can do that for us?"

You were mumbling words of agreement, fragments of yes, yes, yes, fuck, please, green, green!, I'll do whatever which earned you a chuckle from both of them. You didn't care. You didn't mind looking and sounding pathetic. You had been so close to coming twice and it was the only thing left in your brain - the utter and all-encompassing need to let go.

"Prove it then," Damiano demanded and you almost cried out as he took hold of you again, thrusting into you with vigour. He was groaning heavily behind you, putting his whole body into fucking you and it had you close to unravelling. Having gotten almost to the point of no return twice, you found yourself getting there even faster the third time around. You had no control over the noises you were making anymore. With Damiano pounding into you, with his fingers dipping bruises into your hips, with Victoria finally touching your clit again, you were in a trance of feeling everything at once.

You came hard, shouting obscenities and interjections that didn't make much sense to you, but you felt like your brain had stopped in the middle of it all and you weren't about to care. The feeling was an explosion inside of you, the built-up desperation finally finding its release and spreading through every inch of your with the burn of a thousand fires, leaving your limbs shaking and your head dropping heavily onto Vic's shoulder. It felt like it took forever, cursing through your veins, as Damiano also reached his climax behind you, coming with a curse on his lips.

You collapsed onto Victoria completely as soon as Damiano pulled out of you. She didn't complain, simply wrapping her arms around you to hold you tightly, giving you the feeling of security that let you come back to earth. Damiano seemed to be causing chaos somewhere in the room. When he came back to the bed, he touched you carefully and softly as if to make sure you wouldn't fall apart. A wet towel was dragged between your thighs, cleaning you up, taking care not to hurt you in any way. He only left again briefly to get rid of the towel, before climbing in next to you and Vic, dragging you off her so you could lie in between. Both of them had their arms around you immediately, holding you close, whispering sweet nothings in your ear and peppering little kisses along your face and shoulders.

"How did I do?" You asked, much more shy than you should have been after what had just transpired.

"Perfect, cucciola," Damiano said, turning your head towards him so he could press a kiss to your lips. "I'm pretty sure all of Rome heard you."

You found yourself blushing in shame, but it wasn't an uncomfortable feeling. In fact, you felt utterly content with the situation as you cuddled further into the two of them. You could have stayed like this for the rest of the night, a warm sweaty mess with two of your favourite people, completely satisfied, but the loud thumping of the music from downstairs reminded you that there was very much still a party going on.

"You know what comes next though, right?" Vic smirked as you turned to look at her. "We're gonna have to go back down." She paused for a moment, a soft hand stroking your cheek, but the way she was still grinning at you told you it wasn't all cute. "I can't wait to see your face when you come down the stairs to everyone staring at you, knowing just how well you got fucked. I think it'll my favourite way of seeing you."

You were willing to find out.

***

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maneskinsgroupie · 11 months

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You ever have dreams about a woman sitting on your face while a man fucks you and eats you out and they give each other high fives while doing it?

Because I definitely didn’t have a dream exactly like that involving Thomas and Victoria, no sir.

#I need Jesus.#I have the best dreams sometimes #thomas raggi smut #victoria de angelis smut #maneskin smut #måneskin smut #thomas raggi #victoria de angelis

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filthforfriends · 1 year

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Familiar and Sweet

Vic x Tommy

Word count: 6k

Another installment of friends helping friends when they need to get railed properly.

She held the key card up to the light, testing if the plastic was at all translucent. It looked the exact same as her own, except this one opened Thomas’ hotel room. So many considerations that Victoria literally examined the tangible representation from different angles. They were friends with benefits when she occasionally ran out of other coping mechanisms. Thomas thoroughly enjoyed himself and it’d always been their normal. You can only put adolescents alone in a soundproof practice room for so many hours, before they come up with alternative ways to amuse themselves.

It made Ethan and Damiano nervous. They cited Fleetwood Mac, one of Victoria’s favorite bands, and that couldn’t be playing fair. Thomas had sat in the corner staring at his hands and not speaking for the duration of the 20 minute argument. So they minimized hookups and Damiano stopped complaining when he realized the miracles Tom could perform on Vic’s mood during the occasional triste.

Tonight, Victoria wasn’t out of coping mechanisms. She wasn’t on the verge of any sort of emotional implosion, besides being pretty damn homesick. Or maybe familiarity sickness was a better descriptor. After enough nights out, enough travel, even Victoria got tired of the energy it took to be experiencing everything for the first time, everyday. Humans are built for familiarity and her little piece of sweet-tempered familiarity was one keycard swipe away.

She’d tried cuddling up to all the boys since they worked constantly, and work necessitated them being together. It was comforting, but Vic wanted a little more than leaning against Damiano’s chest while they shared a joint, or going for a piggyback ride on Ethan. Her last two hookups with Thomas had been too brief for either of them to do the deed properly. In general, getting dick was far from challenging, but after a couple crappy hookups that novelty exhaustion made it impossible to get off with new people. Vic wanted someone who knew what they were doing, whom she didn't have to explain her preferences ad nauseum. Vic wanted Thomas, and supplementation had proven futile.

He’d set his second keycard down on an end table at breakfast and forgotten about it. Hypothetically, Victoria really had meant to give it to him. She decided on this course of actions, plus some quality time with her travel toys. On the other side of the wall, she could feel Thomas rehearsing softly. Even without an amp the vibration of the steel strings carried through the insulation. She could text Tom to come get his key card, but going over there herself would make more sense. Then what?

In the shower, Victoria bargained with herself. It’d be really comforting to share those very not casual cuddles she and Tom couldn’t do in front of the others. It’d been so long since they’d made out and Tom had a gentle mouth and soft lips. When they were broke and had to share a hotel room, her and Thomas always bunked together. In hindsight, being held every night had made those rough, early years doable. Fuck it.

Victoria puts on a shirt and underwear before grabbing both key cards. She looked down the hall before slipping out of her room and into Tommy’s. The door beeps loudly when it opens and he is mostly asleep.

“Huh?” Thomas groaned, shielding his eyes from the light of the hall.

“Shit! Sorry Tommy.”

“What’s up?” he yawned as she let the door fall shut behind her.

“Can I sleep here?”

“Mm, yeah,” he murmurs. He doesn’t even bother asking questions as Victoria climbs in behind him. She pulls on his shoulder so Thomas flips on his back and Victoria lays on his chest. There's that familiar smell she loved last time, plus a soothing hand stroking under her t-shirt. Tom isn’t surprised when he feels neither bra nor pants on Vic, because he knows her well enough not to expect either. Her leg is slotted between his, resting on his boxers. The pressure makes Thomas partially erect. Neither pay any mind. If he wants something, Thomas knows he can ask, and Vic hopes he will too.

Everything about him is calming and soon she’s getting sleepy, even though Victoria intended to do a great deal more than be held.

“Want me to scratch your back?” she whispers, knowing the answer. He hums in enthusiastic agreement, removing his hand from under her shirt. Thomas turns over and Victoria straddles his glutes after giving his cute little butt a light smack. He snorts at the gesture, but melts into the mattress as soon as Victoria’s blunt nails run along his freckled back. Because she missed this, Vic is generous enough to massage Tom’s shoulders too.

“You’re gonna be a hunch back if you don’t fix your posture,” she comments. By the light from the bathroom, she can already see the red lines her nails are leaving. Thomas is so pale that anything shows up on his skin. Victoria moves to his lower back, pressing her hands into the muscle then scratching lightly. Thomas shivers in delight at the sensation. She rolls down the elastic waistband on his boxers and he’s sweaty underneath. Victoria grins at getting Thomas a little worked up. She gives him another playful smack, this time on the other cheek, before getting off.

Tom doesn’t flip onto his back right away, expression sheepish, which is how she knows he’s got a boner. She scoots towards him, leaning in carefully for several seconds. Tom looks at her, her lips, and then his eyes close for a chaste kiss. Victoria keeps their mouths pressed together for a couple moments, before pulling away and gazing at Thomas amorously. Realizing that he needn’t be self-conscious about his arousal, Tom flips over to his side and does the thing that Vic keeps trying to explain to people. Along the side of her head, Thomas pushes all four fingers into Vic’s hair and runs his hand all the way to the back of her skull. He makes a fist, then gently tugs backward. It's the feeling a hairbrush gives, but intensified, with no sensation of pulling.

It’s such a relief to get what she’s been craving that Victoria outright moans. She’d even tried doing it to herself, but it didn’t quite work. Tom does the same motion behind her ear, warm palm cupping her neck. She completely relaxes in his hand, so his lips against hers are a wonderful surprise. Victoria almost doesn’t have time to reciprocate when he pulls away. She gives chase, finding Thomas’ mouth again, and this time the kiss has some substance to it. Even so, she opens her eyes and pulls away, scanning Thomas’ suitcase.

“Lube?” He reaches behind himself and onto the table for an opened single-use packet. He probably had it to make jerking off a little more pleasant

“Mm, why don’t we masturabate together?” she wonders out loud, grabbing the packet. “Boxers off,” she orders, squeezing a bit of gel into her hand and letting it warm.

“I don’t know. That's a good ahh,” he moans, when Vic gets his cock in a fist.

“You still like it this way?” she asks, full strokes from base to tip, thumb swiping along the slit. Tom’s head falls backward and his lips part. Apparently he’s been missing the ease of hooking up with someone who knows exactly what he likes, too.

“Christ Vic, yeah that’s — that, mhm.” He shifts his hips to get more comfortable. “And if at the very top, just tighten?” She applies pressure as she approaches the ridge of Thomas’ cock, and his face twists. “Little less, just a little, fuck yeah, okay.” His eyes fall closed and once Victoria is confident in the rhythm, she resumes the kiss. Thomas doesn’t even try biting or french kissing when he’s distracted, just these passionate touches with a hint of tongue, where his lips are plush and relaxed. It's a lovely way to kiss.

Thomas' hand pushes up the back of Vic’s underwear, caressing and kneading her ass. She tries to shimmy in a way that might bring his hand between her legs, but Tom isn’t getting it. However, he is falling out of time and his cheeks are bright pink. Not wanting this to be the conclusion of the evening, she lets go of his cock. Thomas whines in betrayal and Victoria feels guilty.

“I know Tommy, I’m really sorry. I promise I’ll make you cum, but I want to do more,” she pleads. Still pouting, Tom opens his eyes and Victoria bumps their noses together affectionately.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, again. Of course, sweet Tommy doesn’t hold it against her for a second longer. He pushes a hand down the front of her underwear and feels how wet Victoria is, and has been.

“Couldn’t stand fucking another stranger?” Thomas asks. Victoria whines and nods, peeling her underwear down and kicking them off. Meanwhile, he carefully pushes a finger halfway inside.

“Thomas I just touched myself. Go faster.” He turns one finger into two, both taken without strain. Victoria searches for where she set down the lube packet, meanwhile Tom moves at lightning speed. He extracts his hand, jumps off the end of the bed, grabs Vic under the knees, and hauls her down to meet him.

“What the fuck are you – oh my fucking god,” she moans. Tom presses his face between Vic’s legs, tongue tracing her hymen. She gets a handful of his hair and falls against the mattress, chest heaving.

“Thomas, you are my favorite person in the whole world.” He hums between her legs, shaking his head back and forth. His pointed tongue finds her clit almost immediately, and Vic is spasming in pleasure. It’s so much better than a vibrator. Thomas’ mouth is hot, wet, and attentive.

“Can you – with your nose, you remember?” Tom resituated so his nose was sitting against Victoria’s clit while his tongue found its way between her labia. “Of fucking course you do,” Vic moans, pulling his hair. He nods against her, throwing both her thighs over his shoulders. Tom gets a tight grip with his hands and uses it to press his face against her cunt securely. Vic mewls, back arching. His tongue laps at the area in the center of her folds, right above her opening. Every time he shifts position, Thomas’ nose delivers a little extra friction. It's substantial enough that a ball of pressure is tightening in her core, and the prospect of actual release makes Victoria a little more desperate than she’d like to be.

“Tommy, I think I can cum. Oh my god, Tommy please make me cum. I’ll do…I’ll do anything. Fuck!” He inserts two digits forcefully, curling them upward to locate her g-spot. When he finds it Tom rubs back and forth with the pads of his fingers gently. He preferred very intentionally applying light force to erogenous zones. It prompted more blood flow to the area, and thereby more sensation Patience was key. So few people understood that you couldn’t rush someone's body towards orgasam.

Upon finding Victoria’s clitorous with his mouth, Thomas holds the little cluster of nerves between his lips and applies suction. The contrast had Vic seeing stars as her toes curled.

“You’re so amazing,” she panted, the tension inside her increasing. “I’m so close Tommy, just please, please, ah!” The tip of Tom’s tongue flicked against her clit. He made his hand movements a little rougher and Victoria’s heels began pounding on his back. This is always how she acted before a good orgasam: undulating her cunt against his face while kicking him, both accidental.

“Please! Tommy, thank you,” she whined, finding the edge. With no situational constraints it was easy to prompt Vic’s orgasam. Nothing was hotter to Thomas than the woman he just got off thanking him as she came. He didn’t mind the taste of Vic’s pussy which meant she got stimulation all the way through her climax. When Victoria squirmed, he had to hold down her hips with his forearm. She squealed thanks as he pushed his tongue inside her cunt, feeling each contraction of pleasure.

As soon as the aftershocks began, Tom pushed Victoria’s legs apart to get a breath of air. He stood up, towering over her as she twitched on his hotel bed, smiling drunkenly. As soon as Vic got her wits about her, she sat up and took Tom’s cock in her mouth. He was looking around for more lube in case they needed it, when suddenly his tip was against Vic’s soft palette. It knocked the wind out of him, so much so that Thomas had a hand on Victoria’s shoulder for balance's sake.

His head fell back, eyes closed as Tom enjoyed the sensation of Victoria’s mouth, then throat. Because of variation in gag reflexes, it wasn’t fair to expect every girl to know how to deep throat. Secretly however, it was Thomas’ absolute favorite sex act. His cock was long enough to where he could really enjoy it, but not so girthy that Victoria’s jaw locked up.

“I forgot,” pant, “how good,” huff, “your blow jobs were.” Victoria hummed in gratitude, prompting Thomas to let out a groan of intense pleasure, eyes squeezing shut. “Fuck’s sake,” he grunted as she sucked down harder, one hand grasping his hip. She moaned around his cock, like the taste was pleasant or she enjoyed the sensation. It was for Tom’s benefit, since his biggest turn-on was his partner getting off. His cock twitched in Victoria’s mouth when she tightened her free hand around the base of Tom’s shaft. He stops her ministrations before he gets too close to finishing.

“Okay, okay, condom,” he huffs. Vic kisses Tom’s hip and walks over to his suitcase. He’s still recovering, trying to make himself last for Victoria’s sake. She’d been horny enough to wake him up in the middle of the night.

“They’re – they’re on the side.” She stands up, condom in hand. “Which you know already,” he grins, catching his breath. Victoria resumes her previous position, rolling the rubber onto Tommy’s shaft herself with care. She takes him into her mouth once more before Thomas pulls her into a standing position. Wordlessly, Vic turns around and her hands have barely hit the mattress by the time Thomas enters her from behind. After a couple awkward thrusts he pulls out.

“Bed’s too short,” he grunts.

“Yeah. Bathroom?”

“Mhm.” She stumbles into the adjoining room and props her forearms on the counter. The dimmer set of lights is on, because Tom could never sleep in complete darkness. Iit takes Victoria’s pupils a second to adjust, squinting. He’s right behind her, pillow in hand.

“Elbows,” he instructs, having Vic’s arms rest on the cushion rather than the hard edge of the bathroom counter.

“God love you Thomas.” He thrusts in again and this time everything makes sense anatomically. Instead of rapidly pistoning up and down, Tom applies pressure thrusting forward first, then up. The movement isn’t frenzied, making sure he’s actually approximating the location of Vic’s g-spot correctly. He is, and she falls forward while crying out in satiation. It’s a disproportionate reaction, but Vic had been laboriously searching for this stimulation and finally finding someone who could give it to her was heavenly.

“That desperate, are we amica?” he chuckles.

“Shut up and fuck me,” she quips. Thomas does exactly that, increasing his pace. Usually Victoria loves rapid thrusting. However, it’d been too long since she’d been penetrated deep and slow and Tommy knew how to do it properly.

“Wait, wait, can we go slow this time?” she pants.

“That sounds really good,” he agrees, also a little breathless. He kisses the back of Victoria’s head and meticulously inserts his entire shaft into her pussy, grinding a bit at the end just to be sure. In this position it's a straight shot all the way to the back of her vaginal canal. When she clenches, he knows he’s hit that special spot tucked right up against her cervix. She moans pornographically, muffled in the pillow.

“Good?”

“Mm, mhm. That – you told me about, uh.” Victoria interrupts herself with a mewl. “I read about it. A-spot?” Vic had mentioned after their last hookup that it felt like her g-spot changed positions, only to have Thomas inform her that there were two completely different erogenous zones internally. He’d been surprised she didn’t know, but once he saw how insecure that made her, he assured that it wasn’t common knowledge.

“Yeah this, fucking hell,” he groaned. Thomas tried adding a little speed for the last couple inches and Vic collapsed on the counter-top instantly. She started releasing these really desperate whines from the back of her throat.

“You close?” he panted, unsure what to make of the sound.

“No, just feels really fucking good,” she moaned, stamping her foot to externalize some of the sensation. Vic had started sweating from arousal herself and Tom ran a hand up from the base of her skull, tugging her hair as he had earlier. She outright wailed in a way he hadn’t heard in months, pushing Thomas’ hand between her legs to her clit. He felt kinda bad for teasing her for being so pent up.

Blindly, he searched for her clit, but Victoria was there to help him. She guides his index and middle finger to the sensitive bud, showing Tom exactly how she wanted to be touched, and not releasing his hand until she was sure he got it right. Victoria tried to sink into sensation, giving the clitoral stimulation time to work its magic. While she was absolutely getting wetter, she wasn’t getting closer to orgasam. Maybe letting Thomas choose how he rubbed her would have been better, because her own instructions weren’t yielding results. Meanwhile her pussy was literally throbbing, certain places growing so sensitive that it was no longer enjoyable. Touching herself first may not have been the excellent idea she thought it was.

Tom could recognize Victoria’s noises of frustration, when she got in her head. It happened regularly during sex and made Vic absolutely furious with herself. With other partners she’d fake an orgasam to get it over with, but Thomas was patient. Maybe that's why she craved these interactions: no performance anxiety.

“That was fun for me. Let’s do something you like,” he announces, pulling her off the counter. Victoria stumbles over to the bed, scooting up. Thomas grabs a new packet of lube, ripping it open with his teeth and squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers. He knelt between Victoria’s parted legs, massaging some onto her clit. Her eyes rolled back and she murmured something encouraging that he couldn’t quite understand. When Tom went to lubricate his shaft, he realized he’d grabbed way too much product and wiped it on the sheets.

“Kneel with my calves on your shoulders,” she instructs.

“Okay, okay,” he pants, knowing exactly the position Victoria was requesting from experience. Thomas sits back on his heels, pulling Vic down the mattress to meet him as he had earlier. After putting her legs up, actually getting inside involves some effort. She holds her pelvis up while Tom angles his cock down. It’s an awkward position to transition into, but once the tip is inserted, he hauls Victoria onto his lap and thereby down on his cock. Her right hand is gripping his flank while the left is twisted in the sheets. Wanting to make the position more secure, Thomas pulls Vic so tightly against him that the backs of her thighs rest on his stomach and his sack is nestled under her ass. She can feel the soft, fragile skin, warmer than everything else and is careful with her weight distribution.

Tommy thrusts forward and back, hitting Victoria’s g-spot on every stroke. Having her abdomen curled like this made that erogenous zone much more accessible, and he can see her enjoying it. Her entire face reddened and saliva collected in the corners of her mouth. Victoria arched everywhere, all the way down to her feet. Even though sex always involved skin to skin, this was a lot of physical contact for a stranger. It’s not the kind of position you whip out during a first hookup, and they were never anywhere long enough for a second date.

It was intimate, forcing you to look at the other person’s face, which meant you were constantly worried about your expression. Thomas knew he had a double chin from this angle, and Victoria was the only person with whom he didn’t give a fuck. She was equally grateful no matter how ragged he looked. Right now, the majority of Vic’s body was on his lap. The hand that had been strangling the bedding relaxed and her head lulled. He held her up with one hand and the other found her clit, but she flinched at the direct contact.

“Too much,” she groaned. Tommy applied his lightest touch, barely there and wondered why Victoria was oversensitive already. Then he remembered she’d already masturbated tonight. Sex following the amount of time she’d likely spent with a vibrator would make anyone uncomftorable.

“Next time ask me first,” he panted. Her hips were still jolting from minimal stimulation, nails digging into Tom’s thigh. He stilled his hand and tried to remember the location of the ice machine, because lube was definitely not the issue. Impeding Tommy's thinking abilities was the amount of time he’d been sporting this boner. He needed Vic to cum so he could cum, but that required clitoral stimulation. Watching her breasts jiggle every time she took a heaving breath was not helping the situation. The giant t-shirt had fallen around her neck in a rumple of fabric, leaving her essentially naked.

Thomas looked down to where their bodies met. Each out stroke his shaft glistened with Vic’s natural lubrication. When he pushed his hips towards her, not all of the discharge made it back inside. She was so wet that it dripped beyond the pink rim of her cunt, stretched around Tommy’s girth. The pale skin of her taint began glistening too. Eventually, a milky white drop, likely a mixture of lubrication and pre-cum ran down her body and fell on Thomas’ thigh. Their skin began sticking together, and the flower of Vic’s vulva was wetted with her arousal too. He could smell her cunt: tangy and alluring.

She started hysterically whining again, both hands strangling the bedding and Tom heard stitches rip. Meanwhile, Victoria was trying to understand why g-spot stimulation was radiating so deeply inside her core. She anticipated a surprisingly intense orgasam, but the pressure kept building, like a tightening knot. Her mind wasn’t clouded as in the moments before climax, but there was certainly some pent up facet of her sexuality that was demanding attention right the fuck now.

Tom knew Victoria was about to cum hard when her hand went searching for his. Even though her physicality isn’t what he’d come to expect of her orgasams, desperate hand-holding was a tell-tale sign. Sometimes Victoria got intimidated by her own pleasure, and needed Thomas to make her brave, because she couldn’t do it alone. Knowing it was the home stretch, Tommy stopped holding back his orgasam so they could cum together. He let it rise inside him, just as inevitable as the tide rolling in.

Internally, Vic was screaming at herself to just have whatever this weird orgasam was, so the pressure could release. Tommy pouted his lower lip, making quiet, guttural grunts. His abdominal muscles flexed and his cock twitched. He’d been so patient, waiting for Vic to finish. They’d been at it so long that despite using the bathroom right before showering, she already had to pee again. Victoria finally realized what this sensation was, and sprinted towards it at full tilt. This wasn’t orgasam, not yet at least. She was on the edge of something much more powerful.

“Tommy, tommy, please just a little bit more,” she cried out. “I’m so close. I’m so fucking close, just fucking PLEASE!” Thomas was startled by how desperate Victoria’s voice sounded and tried to hold on. Very quickly it became impossible because of Vic’s natural reaction to nearing climax. She tensed everything and moaned freely, like there wasn’t a soul for miles. Even as he came, Tommy tapped into the perpetual motion of his body, moving against Vic’s while his mind went blank.

Victoria felt herself release two seconds before the evidence appeared. Thomas was nearing the end of his orgasam when she squirted on his stomach, chest, and neck, rabidly rubbing the ridge of Tom’s cock along her g-spot as she did so. She humped him like she’d never known shame in her life, mouth wide open as the pleasure coursed through her. More ejaculate landed on the base of his cock. Tommy wrapped his free arm under her back as support, letting himself be used. It was the best part of the entire evening by far.

When her hips finally slowed, Tom couldn’t help his curiosity. He lent down and gently licked Victoria’s pussy with the tip of his tongue. Her ejaculate was tangy as well, and mildly sweet. It was a pleasant flavor, something he’d like to taste again. Thomas looked at himself and between Victoria’s legs. Her orgasam had been explosive. Squirt was everywhere, a clear liquid that clung to Tom’s chest hair. His pubic hair was soaked, as were the inside of her thighs. The dimpled tissue of Victoria’s cellulite was soft and malleable in Thomas’ grip. He held her appreciatively, running his hands along her legs.

“That was so fucking sexy, Vic. I can’t believe how much you squirted,” Tommy exclaimed in admiration. Vic felt giggly, enjoying the fact that Tom’s cock hadn’t softened much. She was appreciating how endearing the soft spot under Tommy’s chin was, when she noticed it was wet. He followed her eyes and felt a little pang of insecurity.

“It got under your chin,” she clarifies, following his train of thought. “Sorry about that.”

“Oh!” Tommy laughed, wiping away.

“God I needed that so bad,” she hums.

“Yeah, you did,” Thomas agrees. “You’ve got to teach people how to make you squirt because it's not that hard, amica.” She groans dramatically.

“But I always get in my own head!”

“I’ve noticed,” he responds, kindly. Thomas pulls out by backing up, placing Victoria on the bed. She notices that he’s still mostly hard as he ties off the condom. Thomas was usually a one and done type of guy, but if he was aroused enough he could do a round two. Deciding on at least trying, Victoria slides onto the carpet and crawls so she's knelt in front of Thomas. He sits on the edge of the bed, experimentally giving his cock a couple pulls. Instead of administering a normal blowjob, she calibrates way down. Victoria uses only her tongue, licking up his shaft, around the ridge, into the slit. Tom tastes like silicone, which isn’t awesome, but dicks generally taste unpleasant anyways.

“You wanna try to go again?” Victoria grins and nods adamantly. “Okay,” Thomas huffs. “Suck just the head, really gentle. Like really gentle.” Vic starts by simply closing her mouth and sealing her lips around Tom’s shaft. She presses her tongue against his frenulum and applies the tiniest bit of suction. He bites his lip, eyes fluttering, a hand to Victoria’s cheek. She’s absolutely thrilled to feel his cock perking up inside her mouth, and hums happily.

“Alright, can we do something boring?” he murmurs. Victoria nods again. She bobs her head slightly, hell bent on getting Thomas all the way hard. He was already erect enough to enter her, and a couple thrusts would do the rest. He holds her chin between his index finger and thumb, lifting her mouth off of his shaft.

“Could we maybe just do missionary?” Victoria suggests. “Or is that too boring?”

“Mm-mm,” he affirms, helping Victoria onto the bed. She crawls up to his pillows, finding an open lube packet on her way. Vic holds it up victorious, after laying down. Tommy takes it from her, squeezing the remaining gel directly onto his cock and slicking himself up.

“Can we – not like, normal missionary, but how you do it,” Victoria tries. “The way you sort of –”

“I know how you like missionary, Vic,” Tommy reminds her with a wink. She always got anxious that he would forget. Maybe it’d been too long or there’d been too many other lovers in between. It was irrational, because she didn’t have this fear with literally any other position. Maybe because missionary was so universal, that after enough repetitive, mediocre sex she started to wonder if her memory was just imagination.

Tommy crawled between her generously spread legs, entering her cunt with ease. This was the part where Vic held her breath, in fear he’d just start thrusting like everyone else. Instead, Thomas walked his hands forward, bringing his body higher and his cock against her g-spot. Once his collar bones were eye level, Tommy rested the full weight of his pelvis against Victoria’s clit. Instead of moving in and out, he rocked up and down. The down stroke stimulated her clitorous externally, and the up stroke stimulated it internally. This motion, as opposed to thrusting, would make Thomas last longer. It didn’t get him the heavenly friction that deep strokes did, but considering this was round two, that was a good thing.

Victoria sought out a grip that could intensify the sensation, but Tommy’s entire back was slippery with sweat. Curling forward, she was able to reach the round muscle of his glutes. It might scandalize a new boyfriend, but resting both hands on Tommy’s ass, Vic could make the movement of his hips more severe, pulling his cock deeper inside her pussy.

The g-spot stimulation was simply unmatched. Everytime he rocked up, Thomas surged forward so far that only the top half of his cock was penetrating, the lower half brushing her clit. With a grip on his ass, Vic could make sure that every pulsating inch possible remained inside her. On the way down, she followed with her own hips to keep Tommy close and found that made the grinding so delicious she could barely stand it. Organically, her hips took to mirroring Tom’s. They both set into a rhythm that allowed Vic to let go with her hands, and wrap her legs around Thomas’ back instead. The same glorious friction was achieved by Victoria resting her heels on Tommy’s tailbone. They undulated forwards and backwards, Vic’s legs keeping Tom tightly against her.

It was so precisely what she’d been craving for weeks that Vic began to cry in satiation. Fucking finally. After squirting and now with her favorite stimulation on the planet, of course she found orgasam.

“I’m gonna cum, but please don’t change anything,” her voice wobbled. “Don’t change anything,” she whispered, tearing running down her cheek. For Thomas this stimulation was decent, but he could feel Vic shaking underneath him. Not just her legs, but her entire body trembled, all the way to her finger tips. He wondered, nay hoped, that she might squirt again. Tom had met few people who were even capable of squirting twice in a row. He’d never been the cause personally.

At first he thought Vic was humming in pleasure, but he soon realized that the noise was whimpering. Looking down, he saw her eyes screwed shut, and her face wet with tears. Her heels dug into his lower back painfully, trying to bring his groin closer so Vic could rub herself against him more thoroughly. Tommy wanted to stop and check in, but she’d literally begged him not to change anything. Still, the sound bordered on wounded. It was these unsettling, repetitive high pitched sounds.

Her climax might have snuck up on Thomas, but Vic was waiting in glorious rapture for all these sensations to reach a peak. The anticipation was almost deadly, but Tommy was so effective in his movement that she was cumming in no time. Vic took a sharp breath, a couple more tears falling, and moaned low and husky.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” she chanted, until her voice broke. Victoria’s mouth fell open and she cried out three times, while avidly grinding against Tom. Her heels pounded against his back. No one had the guts to just blatantly use his body like Victoria did. She didn’t even ask and always milked climaxes for every bit of pleasure she could glean. In the most intense moments, Thomas was a very willing surface from which she could attain friction. It turned him on so violently that his heart pounded in his ears.

He could feel the necessity of his own orgasam, but Victoria was still cumming. True to form, she was using Thomas’ body to extend her own pleasure as much as possible. Brow furrowed in focus, breathing deep, she’d managed to milk her orgasam for at least a minute. He couldn’t interrupt, forcing himself not to. She’d begged him not to. Thomas extended all his focus to not cumming, to the point that it ached and his body cried out in descent. They should have taken the extra 30 seconds to put on a condom. It was a stupid, amateur move.

As soon as Victoria’s eyes tried to flutter open, Tommy tried to back up. Problem was she had maintained an iron grip on his waist with both her legs for the better part of 15 minutes. That grip had been the source of her pleasure and Vic’s critical thinking skills hadn’t returned yet. Thomas had a look of urgency on his face that made Victoria’s eyes go wide. He struggled for speech. When he managed, Tommy’s voice was high pitched and desperate.

“Pull out! Let go! Let go!”

“Oh, shit!” Vic relaxed her legs and Tom wrenched backwards. He took a heaving breath, wincing at how cold the air was without her warmth. The second their bodies parted Victoria pulled Tommy against her, so he wasn’t alone in his climax. That would be so unfair.

He fell forward into her arms, warm again, surrounded by Victoria’s feminine softness. As soon as his cock brushes her stomach he’s cumming. It was close, too close. Less than a couple seconds. Tommy makes a choking sound, then collapses. His cock twitches painfully as ropes of semen are ejaculated between their bodies. Vic is already looking forward to a shower, but for now Tommy needed her attention. She rocks them side to side. The soothing rhythm is a distraction from how long Tom’s been incapacitated by pleasure, and how vulnerable being guided through his climax like this feels.

Victoria pushes his hair from his face to help with this disorientation. There's a significant lag between when the ejaculation stops and when Tommy comes back into his body. He freezes, then sits up hastily upon realizing how long Vic’s been stuck with him splayed out on top of her. Thankfully, her expression is one of amusement, not annoyance.

He fingers combs the back of his hair compulsively, glancing at Vic. She’s wearing that cocky, wry grin that she’d mastered years ago. Her expression said I know I just rocked your world and she was right. It's enough to have Thomas bashfully avert his eyes downward. Of course, on the way he runs into the evidence of a collective five climaxes and checks on her expression again, before bursting into squeaky laughter. It breaks the silence and Tom is smiling so wide his gums show. The huge spike in oxytocin is whats got him giggling, he’d never laugh at her after sex.

With another partner, Victoria might apologize for squirting on them without warning, but Tommy is a little bit nasty and they both know he’s into it. He liked being used by his partner for their pleasure to the point that it bordered on a degradation kink in Vic’s opinion. One of the many perks of their unique friendship.

Notes: Whipped this one out in three days so excuse any errors! I've written two other one shots with these two, but never anything in depth *wink* Thanks for reading!

-XOXO, Eden

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always-loverly · 9 months

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Does anyone know where I could find any Måneskin mafia/mob fics? Their fits from their Rome concert on July 22nd got me feeling some type of way 🥵🥵🥵

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itsmealaiah · 3 months

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victoria ate it all

#jake and johnnie #johnnie guilbert #johnnie guilbert smut #johnnie guilbert x reader #victoria de angelis #victoria de angelis x reader

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writersblockiskillingme · 6 months

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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

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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𝑴𝒚 𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚

🗝️Måneskin × reader

NSFW🔥 absolutely filthy, 5 horny bastards in a bed

° Thomas Raggi/Ethan Torchio/Victoria De Angelis/Damiano David/female reader insert

° long-distance relationships are hard, but your partners are back in town & whisking you away for a secluded reunion [based october 2022]

wordcount:: 10,583

° commissioned by my sister beth(@bethanysnow)💋 merry christmas queeeeeeeeen [commissions get priority-there are 3 fics in cue, secure your own spot right here]

° lyrics stolen from björk

° [ITA:] amore: love - cazzo: fuck - caffè: coffee

It was a long overdue reunion. You should have been bursting with excitement - that was how it typically went when you got to see your partners after any length of time apart.

But you weren’t feeling very good, just as it had been for the majority of the time that they had been out of the country. While the four of them were busy with touring and working in recording studios, you had been facing down one essay after another. College had been feeling like a hard slog, neverending assignments with very intimidating minimum word counts. Your job ate into most of your downtime, keeping you from getting to plan anything fun.

Your life was seemingly only about your responsibilities and commitments. You were always either in the middle of some important task, or hyping yourself up to start a new one. There was no time for self-care or other things that could help bring the stress down.

With every day passing in a busy blur, it was easy for rotten moods to rise up. The kind of bad mood that couldn’t be alleviated by a Facetime call with any of your partners when they had a spare minute in their schedules. You were left feeling far from your best, a lingering dark cloud that affected so much of your current experience.

It wasn’t that you weren’t happy to be in the same city as Victoria, Ethan, Thomas and Damiano again, but it had potentially been too long. The distance had been felt even more this time around, making you feel separated by more than just miles, you were so out of sync with them. It had been too long of you stewing in negativity, no backup to help you cut through all the bullshit in your own head.

You felt a sense of pressure at having to be in a great mood for them, even though you knew there was no magical switch for improvement inside of yourself. You had to make the most of your time with them, it was only going to be a brief visit, feeling down wasn’t going to help you enjoy every second.

You had been pleased when a call with Damiano had given you the insight that their plan was just for a private couple of days in a nice hotel. You didn’t have to stress about finding the perfect thing to wear to a restaurant in case your partners were recognised, opening you up to the criticisms of strangers as had happened in the past. It would just be the five of you and that felt like the ideal fit to you right now.

Ethan drove to your apartment to pick you up. Because you weren’t allowed to drive yourself, or even organise an Uber. All four of them loved surprising you, from small gestures to larger experiences. And so it had been decided that your destination would be kept a secret. You were to just get in the car and trust Ethan.

And you did trust him, you had always trusted him. That was how your relationship had evolved from just the two of you, to include his three friends with benefits. You didn’t imagine it working as well with anyone else - certainly none of the relationships that had preceded him. The trust that had naturally developed between the two of you had made you comfortable enough to admit you felt more than a sexual attraction to the other members of Måneskin. For the past six months you had all been exploring your connections and the incredible potential of this unconventional setup. Ethan trusted your honesty and you trusted he would tell you if he stopped enjoying it, wanting to be an exclusive pair, as you had been in the beginning.

After a while, you stopped trying to guess at where he was whisking you off to - you just let the familiar sights of Rome fall behind you. You got especially distracted from the road when he asked you how work had been. It felt like a wave, far more powerful than you had expected, so many words coming out. You didn’t have to pause and consider your sentences, seemingly they had been ready to be shared.

The concerned furrow in his brow had grown more pronounced the longer that you talked. When he spoke, it was a very sober tone. “I had no idea it was this bad.”

“It sounds way worse when I say it all at once like that. But in reality, it’s just a lot of little things.” You said, instantly regretting the worry you had prompted in him - this wasn’t how your time together was supposed to go.

“But they add up- all those little things.” He said.

You paused, taking note of the subtle changes in his expression, you knew how to read him. You began smiling. “Did you just quote One Direction at me?”

His cheeks gave a slight twitch, he was amused with himself. “I sure did.”

You began laughing, as you did so you felt yourself releasing some of the tension that had been built up. It was like you were unclenching your fists for the first time. He laughed too, it was a sight that you savoured, he was cute enough that you could forget about your issues.

But he didn’t. And he was back to pensive very quickly - it was a switch Victoria would label as ‘typical Ethan’, she had seen it so many times that it no longer surprised her.

“I wish you had told me sooner.” He said, all the way back to serious.

“It’s not like I was purposefully trying to keep it secret from you, amore.” You said, reaching your hand out to rest on his thigh as you studied the side of his face. “But when you call, I don’t want to spend the whole time just complaining, that’s not very fun for you. And I know you’ve got great things you wanna tell me about and I want to hear about your adventures.

“It’s not fair of me to unload so much garbage on you when you’re too far away to give me tangible help. You’re my solutions guy, I know how you take stuff on like it’s all your responsibility and you beat yourself up when you can’t fix everything for everyone. I don’t want you to do that here.

“It’s just a little rough patch at work, it will be over and seemingly insignificant soon.” You said, trying to convince him as much as yourself.

“I want you to tell me all your stuff.” His tone made it an earnest request, nothing like the commands he could make your heart race with.

“You’re right, and I would feel the same if the roles were reversed.” You said.

But you didn’t add anymore venting - you didn’t want to launch into a tangent about the way college was a consistent time and energy thief. He wanted to be kept in the loop about what was going on in your life, but how much could he truly listen to? Realistically, everyone had a limit and when would he get sick of hearing it? You didn’t want to find out, so you went quiet and let Björk’s singing fill this uneasy silence.

‘Calm, calm down, you’re exhausted- come lie down…’ The serene music floated through the cab of the car, offering some comfort.

He brought the car to a stop at the next red light, taking one of his hands off the wheel. He picked up your hand from resting on his leg, looking at you with those eyes that seemed to see more than anyone else. He lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it and you gave his fingers a squeeze.

‘You know that I adore you, you know that I love you…’

You didn’t recognise anything beyond the windows. You were completely out of the city, seeing more trees and less tall buildings.

He drove along a quaint main road, pulling into the parking lot next to a modest hotel. Not recognising the name on the sign, you assumed this was an independent hotel. It was nothing like those hotels that the touring company could afford to put the four of them in. It wasn’t a skyscraper that bore the logo of any franchise. It was low-key, another invitation for you to stop stressing.

He took your hand in his as you walked for the lobby entrance. “Everyone can’t wait to see you.”

You couldn’t think of anything to say, you just hoped that you wouldn’t let them down.

Victoria didn’t wait until you were across the threshold of the suite to grab you. Her greeting was as enthusiastic as what you had come to expect from her. If you were a lighter woman, her full-force collision into you could have knocked you off your feet. But your centre of gravity wasn’t disrupted and you just wrapped your arms around your chipper girlfriend.

You saw the delight lighting up her eyes for only a second. Then she was too close, claiming your lips with a kiss. The scent of her perfume filled your nostrils and she cupped your face in her hands, taking full advantage of this reclaimed proximity.

That sense of pressure and worry went away, because you knew how to kiss her. You let your lips part, deepening the kiss as you concentrated on this moment.

“Alright, let’s actually get her in the room before you get too carried away in the hall, you fuckin’ freak.” Thomas said and you felt extra hands on you, gently guiding you forward.

She sucked on your lower lip before letting the kiss end. “What, did you really expect me to wait? I’ve been wanting to do that for weeks.”

“What makes you think you’re the only one?” Thomas asked and his hand slid into yours as you walked further into the room. He turned to stand in front of you, his eyes taking in the features of your face. “Hi, amore…”

“Hey.” You said, easing in to meet him in the middle.

He kissed you softly, then paused so he could look at you. Another kiss came, lingering a little longer, allowing you to feel the moisture on his mouth. Then a silent break passed and you felt so disarmed by those hazel eyes. He took his time to recommit your face to memory in between his unhurried kisses, not wanting to miss a single detail, like always. You blushed under his thorough gaze and the look on his face made you want to kiss him more.

“Okay, let’s all line up for our turn to kiss her.” Damiano joked.

Thomas took the hint, wrapping up one last tender kiss before beginning to move aside. You licked your lips and kept your fingers curled around his for a moment longer as Damiano stepped into the available space in front of you.

He wrapped an arm around your waist, bringing you in closer. His hand went beneath your chin, easing your head back so you would look at him. “I missed you, sweetheart.”

You didn’t have time to respond, his lips crashed against yours so fast. You put your hands on his shoulders as you kissed him back, feeling the beginnings of that intensity he could tap into at the drop of a hat. His tongue teased against the seam of your lips.

Then he moved his focus to just your bottom lip, kissing you here - a spot that would certainly see some swelling before this visit was through. His lips moved lower, giving you a chance to somewhat catch your breath as he kissed across your chin.

“Missed you too.” You said as his trail of kisses led him onto your neck. “I missed all of you.”

“I missed all of you.” He said with his own emphasis. He paused, pretending as if he had only just realised his error. “Oh, you meant the four of us. Well, I meant that I missed every bit of my beautiful girlfriend.” His compliments had more impact when he was directly in front of you. “I missed the feel of these arms. And your hands.” He linked his fingers with yours before applying a quick kiss to your lips. “It should be obvious beyond words that I missed these lips.

“But do you know where I really missed?” He asked, his arms still very tight around you. He extended his index finger, touching it to the side of your throat. Your smile grew as he stroked his fingertip up-and-down. “This spot right here.” He furthered his point by kissing you here, an enthusiastic appreciation that soon had you giggling, sensitivities rising up after being partially-forgotten in their absence. “Yep, here.

“I’m gonna-” His words were stalled as he prioritised kissing your neck. “-live right-” His lips moved all over his small area of focus. “-here. So that I can always be kissing you and hearing that gorgeous giggling.”

You felt yourself melting into his embrace as his mouth continued getting reacquainted with your neck. How many days had you dressed yourself in turtleneck sweaters in his absence? When in video calls, you were always careful of how you held your phone - vigilant to keep your neck from looking any wider than it already was. But he had all the time and dedication to enjoy all of it, bringing giddiness from a source of insecurities.

“If you’re gonna live there, I will have to charge you rent, sweetie.” You said.

He barely broke contact with your skin to respond. “Don’t care, it’s worth it.”

Victoria had approached where the two of you stood, arms wrapped around one another. The way she looked you up-and-down didn’t bring self-consciousness as it typically did with others, because you could see the hungry look in her eyes. She wasn’t about to disrupt the wonderful safety you felt in this relationship.

He continued to lavish kisses upon the side of your throat, not noticing how close she was, starting to play with your hair. You licked your lips as you looked at her, your heart racing just as the thought of what she might do next. The potential was enough to have you feeling a greater heat in your cheeks, and in your cunt.

“Have I complimented your outfit yet? ‘Cause you look stunning. I love you in leopard print.” She said - you had picked the linen overcoat for her, putting more thought into this ensemble in the hopes of bringing confidence with it. “But you’ve gotta know- our smart girl, you probably knew all along that you won’t be keeping it on for very long.

“Is that okay?” She asked.

“Totally.” You responded without hesitation.

She smiled as she moved in to secure more kisses from you, with Damiano still concentrating on the side of your throat. You removed your arms from around him when you felt her pushing the fabric off of your shoulders.

The intentions of your partners were clear and you realised that any talking, catching up with one another, would happen later. And this was okay with you.

You pulled your arms out of the coat. Her lips left yours so that she could see what she was doing. You could see Thomas getting a drink from the mini-fridge while Ethan watched the three of you, casually leaning against an armchair.

She pushed Damiano a little out of the way. But his kissing went on as her hands went to the front of your black top, pulling the material out of where you had tucked it into your high-waisted jeans. She started to take the shirt off of you, prompting him to move back slightly and you lifted your arms above your head.

You felt something like a present being unwrapped when his fingers went to the fly of your jeans. Her hands moved to your newly-exposed bra and you were feeling the warmth of her touch through the lacy fabric. You began to kiss her, putting one hand to the back of her head because you were craving so much more than a peck. Your other hand moved under her top, feeling her smooth skin as he worked the pants down.

“Again?” Ethan asked. “Did you forget that you would need her shoes off to remove her pants, again? I swear, you clowns make that same mistake every time.”

“How do you guys expect to get anywhere in life if you don’t learn from your mistakes?” Thomas teased.

Ethan secured your attention by saying your name, then he gestured to the sapphire-coloured chair. “Why don’t you come and sit down, baby? We can eliminate the risk of you tripping entirely.”

Victoria and Damiano released you. You walked in Ethan’s direction as he stood beside the tall-backed chair.

“So, who’s gonna tell her?” Thomas asked.

You pushed your jeans down off of your ass, making them easier for your partners to remove, before sitting on the chair. “Tell me what?”

“That chair is from the lobby.” Victoria said. “We noticed how regal it looked. And, well, you deserve a throne to sit on.”

“Wait, what are you saying? Did you steal this chair?” You asked, looking at where Damiano had begun to loosen the laces of your boots. “Because that’s a very sweet gesture, but I’m not worth getting into trouble like-...”

“No, no, we didn’t commit any crimes. We just used our charms.” He said.

“And cash.” Ethan said. “Probably one of the most generous tips they’ve ever gotten. So they brought it up for us and everything.”

“And we took a couple of photos with the staff. We played the celebrity card to get what we wanted.” She said. “We’ve truly changed.”

You were amazed, looking at each of them in awed silence. This was their vacation, the relaxing time away from the spotlight. You knew how tiring they all found it to be constantly curating the perfect public persona, Damiano had phrased it to you that he wished fame came with a switch off option. But they had sacrificed a bit of their anonymity just so you could have the best chair to sit in? It filled your heart, and warmth blossomed into your belly.

You lifted your ass from the cushioned seat, allowing Damiano to pull your underwear off of your body. You could see that Thomas had an arm around Victoria’s shoulders, both of them looking you all over and probably planning wicked things. Ethan was the closest to you, so you grabbed him for a kiss, which quickly developed into a series of passionate kisses.

As you were caressing his cheeks, his hands moved around to your back. He made quick work of unclasping your bra, drawing the lingerie away from your chest and discarding it. Your entire body exposed, you felt your skin responding to the touch of the air, and electric anticipation filled the suite.

You wrapped an arm around his shoulders, angling your body a little more towards him. As you were plunging your tongue into his mouth, you felt Victoria coming at you from the other side, going for your neck. This sensitive area was just as reactive to her mouth, tingles sweeping through your body with slightly more power than what Damiano had prompted because everything was feeling more serious now, the intensity inescapable, and only growing.

The serial-hickey-creator of the group, you were unsurprised when you felt her sucking on your skin. She was always the first one to bite. The others teased her, and sometimes complained about it. But you were flattered that she cared enough to leave such marks on you. You loved carrying a mark of her lust on your body.

Her mouth moved across your skin, finding different spots to secure her lips around as her hand discovered your bare chest. She held your breast in her hand, her fingers stroking the soft skin. Your erect nipple awaited her attention, firmly pressed against the palm of her hand. But she made you wait for that teasing, at the moment your focus went to the way her teeth grazed against your neck, brief but so tantalising.

Ethan was concentrating on your neck too, holding a hand at the nape of your neck. As you worked your tongue against the roof of his mouth, he reciprocated with his fingertips tenderly massaging your skin. It gave you the feeling of being on the verge of melting, your whole body heating up.

Your thighs were already parted before Thomas put his hands to them, but you pushed them further apart for him. He kneeled down on the floor before your chair, seeking to fill this space and you couldn’t help squirming a little in your anticipation.

He didn’t immediately dive for your pussy, finding other parts of your body to appreciate. You felt his first kiss on your belly, his lips tenderly caressing the area just below your navel. At the same time, she applied her fingers to your nipple and transferred her mouth to your earlobe. You moaned lightly into Ethan’s mouth, enjoying this group effort to get you worked up.

As she lazily played with your nipple, Thomas’ hands gradually moved lower. He massaged down, his fingers moving across the part of your body you always strived to hide. Slowly he kissed a trail down, his lips savouring what his hands had been appreciating. His attention was so dedicated, every movement so luxurious.

When she lightly nibbled on your earlobe, you parted from Ethan’s lips with a whimper. Your pussy was throbbing, and when your eyes met his, you felt certain that he knew this without saying. His eyes stared into yours and all of your neediness was on display for him.

“Are you ready to find out just how much we all missed you? ‘Cause we’ve got plans for you, our special girl.” She said directly into your ear. “That time apart- well, that was just ample opportunity for fantasising.” Your hand gripped to Ethan’s as the way she squeezed your nipple affected you more-and-more. “And there’s no distractions, there’s nothing more important than you being worshipped.”

You let out a surprised whine when she suddenly nipped at your ear. This was instantly followed by Thomas’ hand going lower, his fingers pressing into the squishy skin of your pubic mound. He applied more pressure, his touch sinking beneath the surface and your cravings grew more insistent, more noticeable tingles filling your pussy.

She returned her lips to your throat, with as much vigour as before. Your eyes moved to him, finding his eyes open and on you as he continued to drag his lips across your round belly. From your body, he was drawing more inspiration, pressing harder with the slow circles on your mound.

Your breath got stuck in your throat when his thorough fingers explored lower, taking his tender touch onto your labia. You didn’t have the words to match your desires as you stared into his light eyes, frozen on this peak he had eased you up to.

His lips caught up to his hands - he eased your folds back and, in the same second, kissed your already moist clit. Watching for your reactions, he continued to explore your clit. Sweet but firm kisses were applied to the hood and your eyes started to flutter shut as you leaned into her for some more support.

Ethan’s hand slipped out of yours as he left your side. He walked around, standing behind where Thomas was positioned, gaining a greater view. Your pleasure was being showcased for the entire room to enjoy.

She readjusted, placing her mouth to yours again. You let her take the lead as you kissed her back. The way he started to work his tongue up-and-down soon had you moaning into her mouth.

As you started to reach your hand out for his hair, he pulled away. Before you could raise any complaints, he was swiftly replaced by Ethan.

He used a different tactic, starting with your entrance. The tip of his tongue moved in a swirl, gathering the moisture that had accumulated during this wonderful teasing. Her tongue slid into your mouth, inviting you deeper into this sensual rhythm. They worked their tongues slowly, with a great amount of control as they continued to enjoy building you up. You had the time to enjoy and marvel in every sensation as it arose.

He dove his tongue into you, tasting your excitement directly from the source. At the same time, she was dragging her tongue out of your mouth, so that she could recalibrate, bringing her attention to just your lower lip. Her kisses quickly developed into sucking as you were enjoying how he wiggled his tongue between your pussy walls. The moans that this brought from you were hardly muffled, but you were too close to ecstasy to feel any kind of shame over your reactions.

Her teeth grazed your lip a couple of times before she pulled back, making a noise similar to a purr. “Fuck, it’s my turn. I’ve gotta find out if you taste as good as you sound.”

“She does.” You heard Thomas comment.

Ethan wasn’t greedy, moving aside to let her get at your pussy. But he remained close, his hand massaging your thigh as he maintained his view from the front row. Thomas was slightly further back, sitting on the ground to the side of you. He watched the unfolding events with his mouth hanging open a bit.

She got in close to your cunt, pressing one hand to the top of your thigh to ensure you kept it where she wanted it. Despite what she had said, she didn’t instantly go in with her mouth. At first you were just feeling two of her fingers, running up-and-down your swollen labia minora. She slowly stroked you here as she moved her lips to your thigh, kissing and beginning the work of creating a hickey.

You ran your fingers lovingly through her hair, your other hand grasping the armrest as you tried to prepare for what was to come next. You let your eyes wander and when you looked Ethan over, you noticed how pronounced the bulge at the front of his pants had become. Looking at Thomas next, you could see that his cock was also clearly seeking freedom from his jeans. What did they plan to do to you with those dicks?

As she kept sucking and lightly nibbling your wide thigh, you looked in Damiano’s direction. He was the furthest from you, but that wasn’t due to any disinterest, with him watching as carefully as the others. Sitting on the edge of one of the beds, his hand was positioned at his dick. Over the material of his pants, he was intermittently giving his cock some tame squeezes.

When he noticed you watching, he just smiled and kept going. “Don’t mind me sweetheart, I’m just being a pervert back here.”

She broke contact with your leg so that she could respond. “What else is new?”

You laughed at this, but the sound was quickly mangled when she attached her mouth to your clitoris. You gave an incoherent stutter as she applied zealous kisses to the hood. She set her lips into place, perfectly cradling the tight bundle of nerves. Her fingers were still working your labia up-and-down, getting coated with wetness as you spent every second being dazzled by spectacular tingles.

She sucked your clitoris between her lips, to where she could get at it with her tongue. This left you reeling, so much of your body tensing as you moaned louder than before. You tightly wrapped your fingers around Ethan’s as your writhing grew more intense because your control was greatly weakening. Your cunt was aching, so sensitive despite not receiving the touches it craved. It was thrilling to just anticipate, knowing that you were gradually getting closer to the destruction you wanted.

“Come on amore, it must be your turn to take this Holy Communion.” Thomas said to Damiano.

This set you off laughing, it was potentially the most blasphemous thing you had ever heard. But it fit. The way they were all taking turns to consume at this special seat, which could certainly fill the role of an altar - it wasn’t unlike the Eucharist. You weren’t the only one to laugh.

As you pondered this, it made the set up feel even more dirty - in the most wonderful way possible. You were worthy of a truly depraved scene. The blush marking your cheeks grew darker and you began to place your hands over your face.

“No, no, no.” Thomas gently said as he got to his feet and started to approach. “Don’t you dare cover your face.” You could feel the heat from your face before your hands were actually touching the skin. He stood beside the seat and you looked up at him. “You can’t deprive me of seeing you when you’re like this, ‘cause you are so sexy when you’re overwhelmed and needy.”

“‘m so needy.” You said, your composure being thoroughly disrupted by her treatment of your clit.

He leaned in closer and you could smell your arousal on his breath as he caressed his fingers over your forehead. “I know, but we’re gonna take care of you, we’re gonna take care of every need you’ve got.”

You nodded, showing your consent, but also your understanding that this was a guarantee. He wasn’t just saying this to be sexy and contribute to the dirty talk, you knew that he meant it.

He moved his hand to your cheek and you tilted your head back so that your mouths could meet. You didn’t let her moving away from your cunt distract you, you were too caught up in his kisses. He stroked the side of your throat and you put an arm around his shoulders, remaining so turned on as you gave this intimacy the spotlight.

You felt some movement between your legs, but you weren’t even slightly ready for Damiano and all of the fire he instantly brought with him. He pushed his hands in under your legs so that he could grab a handful each of your generous butt straight away. Then he was using this to change the angle of your hips, getting you to lift your cunt.

His tongue sought out what Victoria had so thoroughly warmed up, powering between your walls. You gasped, your lips momentarily leaving Thomas’ as you couldn’t control the way your hips thrusted up. Your inner-walls clenched on Damiano’s tongue as you arched your back.

Thomas’ eyes swept all over your face, savouring every response, and they were only getting bigger. He kissed you slowly, giving you the opportunity to catch your breath. But you never took it, remaining in this elevated, unpredictable state.

Your eyes shut and you let your head rest against the chair as you began to get lost in all of this. As Damiano tirelessly wiggled his tongue all around inside of you, Thomas continued to treat you with sweet kisses. You pushed one of your hands in under his shirt, your fingers experiencing his warm skin as this feast for your senses raged on.

It took a moment for you to notice that Damiano had withdrawn, the pumping of blood through your sensitive pussy keeping you feeling stimulated in the absence of a touch.

But you weren’t left waiting long (not granted the time to calm yourself down and away from that edge). Ethan took up another turn at devouring your pussy. The tender explorations of his tongue created a stark contrast to Damiano’s zealous efforts. You returned your butt to the seat as more strength left your body.

Gradually, you identified a third noise source in the room, existing beyond what you could feel. Damiano and Victoria were kissing, exchanging words that you couldn’t quite hear. You didn’t try to eavesdrop, letting your attention stay on Thomas’ lips and Ethan’s tongue.

Soon enough, they were bringing their conversation to you. Damiano stroked your arm and said your name, a quiet request. “Sorry to interrupt…”

You drew back from Thomas, finding Damiano and Victoria standing at your other side. While you hadn’t been looking, he had taken off his shirt and, similarly, she was no longer wearing her pants.

“He’s dying to tell you about something we saw on OnlyFans.” She said, smirking.

“Me? It was your idea to come over here and tell her right this second.” He said.

“You guys and your designated OnlyFans time, is there really no other way for you to bond?” Thomas asked.

“Sure there is, it’s called me handing his ass to him in Smash Brothers, like, every day.” She said over the occasional noises of Ethan’s slurping, trying to keep all of the moisture in his mouth.

“Anyway, we saw this thing that I’ve never seen before, I don’t even know if there’s an official term for it. But as soon as I saw it, I knew I had to try it the next time I got the two of you together again.” Damiano said, indicating to you and her. You nodded, hoping that he didn’t expect any of your usual wit - your word choices currently limited as Ethan did nothing to help you focus. “I lay on my back and, facing each other, you both sit on my face.

“So you two can be making out and playing with each other while I’m eating up- back-and-forth, just multitasking like my whole life depends on it.” He said. “But only if you’re into it. Do you think you would wanna try that with us, sweetheart?”

Ethan pulled back from your cunt and you let out a shaky sigh as he answered first. “That sounds really hot, you should do it, baby.”

“Yeah. Not to add to any kind of peer pressure- but I would love to watch something like that.” Thomas said.

“But there’s plenty of other things we can do if you don’t feel like trying that.” Ethan said, with the other three immediately voicing their agreement.

You smiled, looking up at Victoria and Damiano. “It does sound hot, let’s see if we can pull it off.”

Everyone moved over to one of the king beds. You were keeping your wariness to yourself. You wanted to trust the process and go along with your most adventurous partners. But this wasn’t the first time you had worried about the unrealistic ideas that OnlyFans could spread - there wasn’t a lot of media that you truly trusted.

As he placed his head on a pillow, you and she determined your positions. It was decided that you would be closest to the headboard, facing out to the rest of the room, while her back would be to the others. She started to take the last of her clothes off and Ethan got to work getting Damiano out of his jeans.

Thomas offered you his hands, seeking to help you maintain your balance as you considered the best way to get into position. You watched your movements, determined to not knee Damiano’s face in the process. You placed one knee on either side of his head, your pussy hovering a few inches above his nose.

As Thomas moved away (giving you a parting kiss first), your naked girlfriend joined you. You grinned, reaching a hand out for her as you admired her perfect body. She placed herself close to you, her cunt ready to meet Damiano’s mouth as she put her knees in line with yours.

She cradled your round face in her hands, guiding you to look up and meet her gaze. She was wearing an excited smile and you were pleased to be part of bringing a fantasy into reality.

The fact that you should feature in any level of fantasy for the four of them was still hard for you to believe, even after months of assurances. If you thought about it for too long it might just blow your mind.

You tilted your head as she leaned in closer, lips coming together in a flawless moment. The longer that you kissed her, the more of her new taste that you experienced. A snapshot of this encounter, this taste was unique and curated just for you. You were happy to indulge and you wrapped some of her golden hair around your fingers.

The tempo that the two of you had been moving into was interrupted when the first swipe of Damiano’s tongue drew a surprised sputter from you. Without any warning, he had begun - the tip of his tongue at your entrance, before pushing down. As he went in the direction of your clitoral hood, he pressed the flat of his tongue to your cunt, seeking to stimulate more than just one spot.

You were breathless when she drew your attention back to kissing. He had begun to use his talented tongue in circles all around your swollen clit. As you kissed her back, you couldn’t help wiggling your hips a little, adding to the wonderful treatment you were receiving from his tongue.

When his tongue bumped against the face of your clitoral hood, it sent thrilling shockwaves through the core of your being. Your hands went to her arms, holding on for support as the pleasure shot up again. He grabbed your ass and the way that he squeezed made you feel so desired as you started to rock with a little more consistency.

He flicked his tongue against your clitoris before relocating and getting to work on her. A whimper accompanied her tongue sliding in between your lips. She put her hand to the back of your head, keeping you here so that she could explore more of this closeness. You wrapped your arms around her, feeling each skipped breath and twitch of her body.

The two of you had never shared cunnilingus in this style before. There had been successful experiments with various positions. But there was something about this setup that allowed you to feel so very connected to your girlfriend and you loved it. You were glad to have given it a chance.

From beneath you, you heard him take in a gasp of air. Then you were feeling his mouth, covering your clit in quick kisses. He parted his lips so that he could get at you with his tongue again. He was done teasing around your clitoris, now he let you feel his tongue on the tight bundle of nerves straight away. He played his tongue up-and-down on it, stroking your sensitivities to the next level.

As he settled into a thorough tempo, you tightened your arms around her. Neediness rose up as your dominant emotion as their tongues each appreciated you in their own way. You tapped into his momentum, moving your hips in time to ride his tongue. It was all feeling so promising, you started getting invested in the prospect of getting off like this - it seemed to be within your grasp.

But before you could get too carried away with it, he broke away so that he could gasp. “Cazzo, keep your mouth just like that please, baby.”

Too curious to help yourselves, you and she drew apart. You found that his words had been directed to Ethan, who had made room for himself between Damiano’s legs. While the other man was occupied, Ethan had started sucking his dick.

“Good boy.” She praised before turning back to you.

“How long has he been waiting to do that?” Thomas asked, he was taking in the whole scene from his spot lying beside Damiano.

Damiano’s hand was gripping your ass even tighter, surely he would leave indents. You could clearly feel each of his fingers, impossible to forget or not notice, even when he sought to return attention to your clit. Despite how shaky his breathing had become, the way that he licked your clitoris didn’t suffer from inconsistency.

He lapped his tongue up-and-down, inviting you deeper into the desires. She resumed kissing you and you got to feel like the centre of the universe again.

Even when he took his mouth away, your nerves continued to dance. You heard him rapidly moving his tongue on her cunt as you enjoyed the quivers in your aftermath. You placed your hands to her tits, enjoying what you had only been able to look at for so many months. Your fingers caressed the supple skin while your thumbs toyed with her very firm nipples. This earned you a suck on your bottom lip from her. Hearing her ragged breaths, you were pleased to get to play a part in her arousal.

“This position straight-up rocks.” Thomas admired.

You pulled back from her kisses to respond. “There isn’t much straight about it right now.”

“True.” He said as she giggled. “There must be a name for it. But if I wanted to Google it- I would have to look away. And that’s just not something I’m willing to do.”

“Imagine it from my perspective, sweetie.” Damiano said, and a second later you were feeling his mouth.

“Oh, I am.” Thomas said.

“We’ve just been calling it tandem, ‘cause like with a tandem bike, we’re riding the same thing at the same time.” She said and if you weren’t so preoccupied by the swirling of Damiano’s tongue, you would have laughed.

“That’s actually genius.” Thomas said.

“Yeah, I’ve got a way with words when it comes to fucking.” She said.

The way Damiano had secured his lips around your clit made your elbows continuously tremor through your efforts to grope her chest. As your eyes fluttered shut, you lost track of everything else, getting overwhelmed by the pleasure. All of these stimulations were going directly to your core, where your climax could be unlocked - it was even closer now.

He started to bob his head, moving into a pacing that had you feeling the impacts in different spots. The stimulation was shared through your entire clitoris, the receptors sending the excitement far and wide. Until it was feeling like every nerve in your body was responding to his sucking.

Moving your hips opened you up to even more intensity. Strangled noises accompanied your pumps as you harnessed the friction. You were in a high greater than anything you could capture on your own.

“Please.” You whimpered - you didn’t know if this would be loud enough to be heard over the other activity, but you felt incapable of getting your voice any louder. “Please don’t stop, please.”

Grinding on his mouth was set to make you complete. As your body was overtaken by powerful shivers, you felt yourself arriving at the threshold of how much you could take. More pleas fell from your lips, but you had no idea if they made sense.

It didn’t matter because you were ascending. You threw your head back and let the wave of pleasure overtake you.

There was a smile on your face as you climbed off of him, his fingers finally releasing from your butt. You were feeling a little dazed, letting Thomas guide you to a spot to sit on the bed. You were trying to regain your breath as you sat down next to him. He applied kisses to your cheek as he loosely wrapped his arms around you.

“You looked really amazing.” He said, nuzzling against your skin. “Like, I thought I was hard before you climbed up on his face…”

Aside from this mention, he wasn’t rushing you into the next thing. There was time allowed before you could start to think about feeding his desires. He just held you as you gradually came back down to reality. No one was going to show you any pushiness in this moment, you knew that for sure and it felt good.

As you steadily regained your bearings, you checked the progress of your partners. Both of Damiano’s hands were occupied - one on the back of Ethan’s head to keep him bobbing, the other on Victoria’s chest, showing her nipple rougher treatment than what she had received by your hand.

You leaned into Thomas more-and-more, savouring this embrace as more of your limbs overlapped with his. He held you firmer and slightly increased the frequency of the kisses he gave you. You didn’t meet every one of his kisses, but you didn’t need to, it was enough to simply feel grounded with him. You stroked his thigh as you both gave the majority of your attention to the other three.

You recognised the look on her face, from the deep furrow in her brow to the way she incessantly nibbled on her lower lip. It all told you that she was close, concentrating on getting her release. Another sign of this came from how quiet she was being, it was often joked about how the only way to shut her up was to make her come.

Most of the sounds were coming from Damiano, his little ecstatic cries muffled as he kept his tongue buried deep inside of her. Ethan worked his mouth up-and-down the other man’s shaft and occasionally took his mouth off of it altogether, allowing him to thoroughly lick Damiano all over. It was quite clear that he was in favour of everything Ethan was doing.

It would have been impossible to not feel turned on when you were this close to so much passion. The next time Thomas kissed you, you found yourself craving more than before, you wanted to experience more of those lips. You wrapped your arm around his shoulder, turning to face him as you pursued less distance between your bodies, your hands exploring everything within reach.

“Babe…” You whispered against his lips. “Why are you still wearing so damn much?”

He allowed you to push the shirt up his chest. “I have no idea. But we can fix that.” He helped you get the item off before hurriedly swooping in for more kisses. “We can fix that right now.” As you shared kisses, he undid the fly of his jeans and began to work the pants down.

All too soon this took him out of your grasp as he stood up to remove them. But you admired from afar, your eyes greedily sweeping up-and-down his body, lingering at certain spots.

Meanwhile, he was nodding in the direction of Ethan. “You could ask him the same thing.”

“Hey, Ethan…” You said, crawling a little further down the bed to gain a clearer view of him. “What’s the deal- are you about to head out to a ‘no shirt, no shoes, no service’ kind of place?”

He drew his mouth away from Damiano and pushed his hair back so he could look at you. “Huh?”

Thomas cupped his hands to either side of his mouth as he directed his voice at Ethan. “Take your fucking clothes off.”

“Oh, right. Sorry Dami- to be continued…” He said, leaving his position between the other man’s legs.

You were distracted from watching Ethan undress by Thomas coming in for more kisses. You happily went along with this, wrapping your arms around him and bringing him closer than before. The combination of fast kisses and skin-on-skin had your thoughts jumping to new conclusions.

And it seemed that you weren’t the only one, with her voicing a desire for a new position. “-you to fuck me.”

“Okay, yeah, I mean, yeah for sure…” Damiano’s response was a little stilted.

“Okay?” She repeated. “I ask you to fuck me and you say okay?”

“Jesus, give me a second to catch my breath. Maybe my mouth is a little tired after eating two pussies at the same time.” He said. “Of course my answer is Hell yeah, and please, and thank you. Let me get a condom, baby.”

You pulled yourself away from Thomas, as the moment dictated. “Could you actually get three condoms?”

“I’m only gonna need one- you know how they work, right?” Damiano asked, pausing on his way over to the corner all of the luggage had been sent to.

Thomas secured your attention, kissing you on the cheek. “Have you got something planned?”

“Maybe.” You said. “I’ve gotta keep the two of you busy while they’re taking care of each other, don’t I?”

Ethan’s fingertips ghosted over your shoulders, making you smile. “Busy, how?”

“How about you lie down and I’ll show you what I mean- answer your questions that way, hm?” You offered.

He showed his approval by lying down immediately. Victoria was also lying down, flat on her back. They greeted each other with a ‘fancy seeing you here’, before sharing more tongue-in-cheek banter.

You asked Thomas to remain where he was standing for the moment, then you progressed to placing yourself on top of Ethan. You trapped him down to the mattress, straddling him at the waist.

Thomas followed your instruction, climbing atop Ethan’s legs to fill the space behind you. He didn’t hesitate to put his arms around your middle.

“Any further questions?” You asked of your boyfriends.

“Nope, you’ve answered everything for me.” Ethan said.

Damiano joined the rest of you on the mattress, handing out the condoms. She didn’t have any further complaints about his word choice as he climbed on top of her.

After applying his condom, Thomas began covering his shaft and your hole with lubricant. As he did this, you leaned down, kissing Ethan. His hands lovingly stroked up-and-down your sides, appreciating across every curve, like he always did.

Thomas’ capable fingers gently exploring and massaging between your cheeks was building the anticipation inside of you. So much so that you couldn’t simply hold still as you kissed Ethan. You readjusted (doing your best to not disturb Thomas’ important process) until you could line your cunt up with his hard dick. You didn’t take him in just yet. Working your hips, you rubbed your slit on the side of his cock. His hands stopped caressing you, now holding you with a set grip, encouraging you to continue without taking his lips off of yours.

This process of warming you up (the prelude to penetration) was dreamy, the lack of rush giving you time to notice all of your body’s reactions. Your inner-walls were ready to clench. Your asshole was getting more sensitive with each passover of Thomas’ fingers.

“Please…” Ethan moaned, grinding back against you as his own cravings evidently grew.

Maybe under different circumstances, you would have possessed the strength necessary to make him wait and put him through more teasing. But Ethan could make you needy like no one else. And seeing all of the effort they had gone through for you, you knew that he deserved to feel good (and then some).

You gave him a parting kiss (it was difficult to not linger) and began sitting up, shifting your body weight back in the process. Your back met Thomas’ chest as you got yourself into the right position on top of Ethan. His eyes were fixed on you, not distracted by Victoria and Damiano directly beside him, as he admired each of your movements.

Tensing your thighs, you got yourself to the spot where his head could start spreading you open. His fingers clamped down on your ample hips and you saw his nostrils flare as his sensitive head gradually moved deeper into you.

As you were easing yourself down, Thomas moved in closer, beginning to kiss you on the cheek. More of his body was lining up with yours - the perfect embrace almost complete.

“Are you ready for me, love?” He asked.

You grinned, positively buzzing in your eagerness. “Absolutely.”

His slicked dick travelled toward your prepped hole, carefully sinking into you. Your breath momentarily halted, the beginning of being filled already felt so good. You let your eyes shut, taking in all of the sensations as you knew you were safe to surrender your body to them.

Beside you, you could hear the consistent collisions of her body with Damiano’s. They had found the ideal momentum to serve their desires, getting caught up in one another with all of the excitement as if it were the very first time.

Thomas didn’t try to replicate what they were doing. When he started to move, it was in a way that hinted at more to come - but that wasn’t where the three of you were up to just yet.

He held you to him with one arm around your middle while his other hand gripped the top of your thigh - it wasn’t just his dick in your asshole that was making you feel claimed in the most wonderful way possible. Ethan’s hands were on you too, holding onto you like his life depended on it. One of his hands fondled your chest, beneath your breast, where the rib cage would be visible on a thinner woman, like Victoria. His other hand held lower, on your hip, where stretch marks (both old and new) decorated the skin.

It made your heart flutter, the way they sought out the parts of you that you tirelessly worked to keep hidden on a daily basis.

Before they were going to set about ruining it, they celebrated your body. It was the appreciation you had never learnt how to show yourself.

Thomas moved his hips into you, getting you to slide down a little further on Ethan’s shaft. His body responded with a gentle rock, sending you back towards Thomas. Trapped between them, you went with the tempo he was establishing, feeling the tension rising in the process.

You reached behind you, stroking one of your hands up and into his hair. You opened your eyes, discovering that he was close as he watched your reactions. You kissed him, your fingers twisting around his blonde hair as he kissed you back. You felt more power coming into his pumps and your heart started racing accordingly.

Your body stretched to accommodate both of their cocks, your clitoris quivering as you continued to feel the after-effects of earlier treatment. You were going back up, electricity running through more of your body with each determined swing of your hips. Through the mounting pressure, you slipped into a consistent tempo. You didn’t know how long you would be able to maintain it, but for the moment you gave it your all.

On the next pump forward, your pussy claimed the last inches of Ethan’s cock. This was a sharp increase in intensity that you had been pitifully unprepared for. You broke away from Thomas with a whine and you heard Ethan panting in response to bottoming out. Feeling him at this deepest point had you spellbound, your walls fluttering as you did your best to adjust.

You let Thomas keep you in the promising momentum, even as you struggled to catch your breath. He took his mouth down to your neck, dancing kisses across the skin until there was a smile growing on your face. Your hand in his hair gripped into a fist as your greediness took over the threats of being overwhelmed, demanding more.

When your eyes steadily opened, it was to find Damiano mostly blocking your view of Ethan. The singer had leaned down, capturing Ethan’s lips in a series of passionate kisses. Over one of Damiano’s shoulders, you could see her watching the two men making out. There was a satisfied smile on her lips, with her seemingly taking this as inspiration for how she kept at snapping her hips into him.

You stuck with Thomas as he picked up a little speed, chasing greater friction as he lessened the pause between thrusts. Ethan writhed beneath you. Thomas was pushing you closer to that magnificent edge, his hand gripping the curve of your belly as it bounced with every single collision.

“Unf…” Ethan moaned and he threw an arm around Damiano’s shoulders, clinging to him for support.

You felt the quaking of Ethan’s body as more noises came from him. He arched his back, his head massaging you as the clamping of your walls began to spell his end. His fingers gripped you as he gave you as much as he could. Desperation marked his movements, keeping him going.

Until he was overcome by the dawning of his climax. He fell apart with gasps and whines, all from the safety of Damiano’s arms.

“Good boy.” She cooed.

Ethan fell back onto the bed, swearing through his efforts to regain his breath. As he slid out of your cunt, the activity in the room resumed.

You leaned forward, grabbing the mattress with one hand and Ethan with the other in an attempt to keep yourself steady against Thomas’ quick jolting. As your hole clamped around the inches of his dick, you felt the tension inside of you hitting its peak. You choked back sobs as you surrendered into the sensations caused by each monumental-feeling impact.

Beside you, she had gotten quiet in the face of escalating pleasure. Ethan had reached out, playing with her clitoris as she and Damiano continued to move together. She had one leg raised, draped over his shoulder, providing him with an efficient and deep angle. He didn’t need to watch her to keep in time with her bucking, the synergy remained even though his eyes were glued to you and Thomas.

You had lost all track of time, and even your own thoughts. You were floating away on the stimulations as your world was rocked again-and-again on a continuous loop.

With your whole body given over to his incredible pacing, spasms began to occur at your very core. It was too much to resist and the tension was bursting (along with everything else) inside of you.

Thomas crossed the line at almost the same second as you. He jolted forward to finish inside of you. His incoherent, strangled noises accompanied your uncontrolled moaning. This release brought your loudest sounds out, basking in all of the triumph of this moment.

You slumped forward, while trying to not collapse all of your weight onto Ethan. He wrapped you up in his arms as Thomas pulled away from you.

You laid down with Ethan and, for the moment, you were daunted by how widespread the after-effects of your climax were. After so long of being worked up, everything had reached its conclusion.

Even as you enjoyed the sight of it, watching Damiano and Victoria fucking didn’t feel entirely real. It was almost like there was a screen between you and them, putting you in the role of passive viewer.

“Fuck yes.” He rejoiced as she threw her head back, almost levitating off of the bed in her efforts to grind against him. “Yea-ah-ah, fuck yes, yes… ah…”

It appeared that he captured his climax first. But mere seconds later, you were seeing seemingly every muscle in her body clench. Then she began to twitch and convulse in an unfakeable display of overload, promptly followed by her panting into her release.

She wasn’t very responsive to his kisses and soon he was leaving her alone altogether - as was her preferred way to come down. He climbed over to the closeby bed and Thomas joined him on the other king-sized bed. He took up the position of little spoon, both of them facing the bed you occupied.

“Do you get it now- how much we missed you, was that point made clear?” She asked.

You reached out, taking her hand that was lying on the mattress. “Inescapably clear, absolutely nobody needs to try and make that point again.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that being on the menu any time soon.” Ethan said, dragging his fingers slowly up-and-down your back.

“Menu.” Damiano repeated, perking up from an inexplicable boost of energy. “Has she seen the menu yet?”

“You left it on the coffee table.” Thomas told him.

He was soon getting up in pursuit of this item. “Thanks, babe.”

“Prepare to never hear the end of how perfect this menu is.” She warned.

“He picked this hotel out of all of the other low-key options we had, specifically due to the room service menu.” Ethan said. “He got one look at that and instantly started picking out the things he knew you would love. After that, it was pretty obvious that none of the other hotels stood a chance.”

You sat up, excited to go over the menu with Damiano. You were more than flattered that this had been the driving factor in choosing this hotel to stay in. They were so concerned with giving you the perfect experience that they had curated it down to the last detail. You knew that you were incredibly lucky to get this. They were showing you the appreciation that you had been failing to show yourself.

The way they were treating you made you forget about the time apart. When they were on the road, all of the effort in your relationship went to finding time for each other. But today, the effort had gone to reaffirming your bond as a fivesome.

And maybe there was still some work to do (catching up with words, getting more thorough with details). But you were definitely back on the right track. You were feeling much better than you had been coming into this, you had been brought to a place where the fact that you belonged with them was beyond doubt.

“Sweetheart, come look at this- they have three different styles of garlic bread.” Damiano said.

You joined him sitting at the end of the bed. “No way.”

After you and he had poured over all of the dishes listed, the menu was passed to the other three. They made their selections and, as usual, the responsibility of calling to place the order fell to Ethan.

As everyone waited for the food to arrive, you looked around at your partners. You could have taken a nap after all of that exertion. But you were feeling energised at being in the same room as them, knowing no one was on the verge of dragging them out to fulfil an important commitment.

You turned to who was closest to you, Damiano. “Okay, catch me up on all the inside jokes I’ve missed.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but Thomas beat him to the punch. “Why would you ask him? He’s the least funny of all of us, it’s literally been documented.”

“Splash.” Victoria contributed, quoting Damiano back to him.

“Fuckin’ splash.” Thomas said.

They were referring back to a word-play joke Damiano had attempted to make when they were featured on one of YouTube’s most watched beauty channels. ‘A guy steps into a caffé… splash’, he had delivered, to a polite but lukewarm response. These days it was used when the others wanted to laugh at him.

His mouth dropped open in exaggerated hurt before he jumped to defend himself. “I was put on the spot, it was the best I could do. I’m funnier in Italian anyway.”

“Are you sure about that?” Thomas asked.

“You’re about to be sure of the back of my hand upside your head.” Damiano play-threatened, getting to his feet.

A new energy came into the suite and you savoured every second of getting to participate with them.

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A Valentine’s Surprise

Summary: You’ve been feeling a little left out in your relationship so your four partners show their love to you with a surprise for Valentine’s Day.

CW: SMUT, orgy, oral sex, anal play, double penetration, food play, spit play, alcohol

Word Count: 5.2k

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You wake up to a cold and empty bed, which is out of the ordinary. For the past few months, you’ve been used to waking up all wrapped up in the limbs of your four beautiful lovers, slowly taking in the world after a well needed deep sleep for all of you, usually caused by the various bedroom activities you got up to the night before.

But this morning is different. As you regain consciousness you remember falling asleep with all of them late last night. So where could they have gone so early without telling you? You start to feel a little left out, which doesn’t help how you’ve already been feeling lately. You know that your partners love you and that you’re an equal part of this relationship, but sometimes it feels like you’re on the outside. You’ve been feeling that way ever since their management’s album release celebration idea happened to be a wedding ceremony. You know it was just publicity for the band and that you couldn’t have participated in it even if they wanted you to. It all feels a little irrational to be upset about so you haven’t brought it up to your partners, but you’re sure they can sense something has been a little off recently.

You drag your tired body out of bed to pick up your phone you must’ve left on the dresser and find a handwritten note on top of it sealed with a heart shaped wax seal. It reads:

To our beloved Y/n,

Happy Valentine’s Day.

Today, we want you to feel just as special as we know you are. So be ready by 7pm, we’ll send a car to pick you up, and check the closet for our first Valentine’s gift to you.

Love you always,

Victoria, Ethan, Thomas, & Damiano

You immediately can’t stop smiling, happy that they not only didn’t just leave you in the middle of the night, but are preparing a surprise just for you for Valentine’s Day. Feeling much more invigorated than before, you make your way to the closet and open the door to find a beautiful long red silk dress with a very high slit up the side. You hold it up to your body in the mirror and can’t help touching the smooth fabric you’ll soon have all over your skin. Looking over to the other side of the closet, there’s a white box with a big red bow on it. You unwrap the bow, giddy to see what else they’ve gotten you, to find the softest sexiest set of lingerie you’ve ever seen. There’s a matching bra, panty, and garter belt set, all red with black details. It’s gorgeous and you remember the high slit in the dress and blush, thinking of how the thigh garter and strap will be visible to anyone looking. And your blush deepens knowing that this is exactly what they must’ve planned when they picked this out for you. Your head swims with thoughts of what they’ll be wearing and where they could be taking you and what your night may consist of.

You quell your excitement for now by focusing on getting ready so you can be perfectly put together for them, deciding to take a relaxing bath before anything else. Mostly to kill time as you can’t get any actual work done thinking about what’s in store for tonight.

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After your bath, you do your hair and makeup in the way that makes you feel prettiest, adding just a bit of extra blush than usual to complement the red of the dress and match the occasion. It’s finally time to slip into the lingerie and the dress and you put them all on so carefully despite them clearly being made well enough to withstand a bit of wear and tear. You look at yourself in the mirror one last time, feeling like such a princess in this outfit, so excited to see your partners and get to kiss them and leave lipstick marks all over them. The love you feel for them is truly unmatched in this moment. They must’ve gone to such great lengths to make tonight happen with their busy schedules, and not to mention them successfully keeping it all a secret from you. How they managed to do that with Damiano’s blabber mouth you’ll never know. You think about how cute they must’ve been while planning this. Vic probably took the lead, directing the boys on what to do and them following along. Ethan probably picked the venue and Damiano probably picked the outfits. And you can just imagine Thomas complaining with every task he’s given but secretly loving putting this much attention and detail into planning something for you.

By the time you’re smiling to yourself in the mirror thinking about how adorable your partners are, you get a text from them in your group chat, telling you the driver is pulling up now. You get in the car, texting them that you’re on your way, even if you don’t know where that is yet.

— — —

You step out of the car, taking in your surroundings, to see your favorite restaurant. They must’ve planned this so far in advance; this place is always booked. How sweet of them. It’s a little chilly out so you’re glad you paired your outfit with one of Vic’s big fluffy white fur coats.

Walking into the restaurant, the hostess leads you to a section you’ve never been sat before, the balcony. Your partners must’ve reserved the entire private balcony for this dinner. As soon as the doors are opened and you lay your eyes on them, you can’t help but smile seeing all their beautiful faces. Their outfits are coordinating reds and blacks to match your own. Vic is wearing the most beautiful short black slip dress with red stockings being held up with similar garters to yours, and a red jacket. Thomas is wearing an all red suit with a black harness underneath. Damiano is wearing a black and red suit with a sheer black top underneath. And Ethan is wearing a sheer black blouse, red wide leg dress pants, and a small pretty red bow in his half-up hair. They look so amazing and you realize that with the matching colors and fabrics, you all make the perfect, complete picture together.

“I love you guys so much,” you tell them, unable to contain it anymore.

“Aww we love you too sweetheart,” Vic greets you first with a hug and a kiss, and then everyone takes a turn wishing you a happy Valentine’s Day and trying to keep their kisses to a PG level while you’re still in semi-public.

The dinner is lovely, just as it always is at this restaurant, and the company is even better, your connection with them feeling so natural and conversation flowing easily.

“We were going to make you a homemade dinner, but someone can’t even cook pasta without setting it on fire so we booked a reservation here instead,” Damiano says, sending a glare in Thomas’s direction, who just laughs and shrugs innocently.

“You’re going to be even more surprised with what we have planned next,” Ethan barely gets out of his mouth before Vic shoves his shoulder, barely even moving him an inch, and tells him, “Shhh, you’ll ruin the surprise!” Now you’re even more excited to get on with this night.

After dinner, they lead you back to the car where you all squeeze into the back, even though there’s plenty of room one row up. It’s more cozy this way.

“How’d you like your dinner baby?” Ethan asks, your legs basically on top of his.

“It was really great, thank you guys. Today has been magical already.”

“Just wait babe, we have so much more to show you,” Thomas teases with a wink and a squeeze of your exposed thigh.

The car parks and you realize you’ve not been driven home, you’re at a hotel. They must see your confused expression, thinking the rest of the night would be spent in your shared bed together.

“We may have booked a nice hotel suite for the occasion.” Vic informs you.

“Nice? Babe, we booked the nicest hotel suite. You’re gonna love it!” Damiano corrects her, dragging you by the hand to the elevator. It’s a beautiful, ornate hotel that must cost a fortune to stay at. You decide to not ask questions and just enjoy the luxury.

In the elevator, no one can seem to keep their hands to themselves. You can feel hands gently wrapping around your waist from behind and little kisses being snuck on your neck and jaw. Your own hands have somehow wandered to Ethan’s hair, undoing his pretty bow as he stares at you with his intense eyes.

Your jaw drops as soon as the elevator door opens to the most beautiful hotel suite, decorated with rose petals all over, leading to the bedroom, and the perfect low warm lighting that makes it feel comfy, even with how fancy it is. You follow the rose petals to the bedroom and see a huge bed they must’ve specially requested. There’s ice buckets full of expensive champagne bottles, and silver trays of chocolate covered strawberries, and bouquets of red roses all around you. It’s the perfect cliche Valentine’s Day dream come true.

You’re so in love and so grateful for your lovers that if you don’t get your lips on them right this second, you’ll start crying. So you do exactly that, turning around to grab the first you see, Ethan, and pulling him in for a kiss.

“This is amazing. Thank you, I don’t even know what to say.” you try to get out, your eyes not knowing who or what to focus on.

“Then don’t say anything, just enjoy this gift with us.” Vic says confidently, leading you over to the giant bed. “We made sure to get the extra big bed, so we’ll have plenty of room to play around without worrying about someone falling out of bed and breaking their dick.”

“I didn’t break my dick! … Just bruised it a little,” Thomas says back, remembering that night with a laugh.

You all hop onto the bed together, with plenty of room to spare, and you see Damiano who is looking at you all with such big heart-eyes.

“I just love you all so much. I’m so happy to have you guys in my life, I don’t know what I would do without you.” he says, and you all bring in your most romantic of the group for a big hug, sharing similar sweet sentiments to each other.

“You know you guys didn’t have to do all this for me, I would’ve been just as happy planning something for you instead,” you tell them, starting to feel a little guilty that you weren’t involved in the planning of this at all.

“Well, you can help plan next year’s Valentines celebration,” Ethan starts. “But this year, we wanted it to be special for you.”

Thomas continues, “We know we haven’t had a lot of time lately to see you and we know you’ve been feeling a little left out. So we wanted to show you how special you are to us.”

“We love you y/n, and you deserve all of our love and more,” Vic says, arms around your shoulders. She leaves a sweet kiss on your cheek as you hold back tears from how adorable they’re being and how they know exactly what you needed to hear.

You take a breath, clearing your head, before saying what you really want at this moment. “Well, now that I know how much you guys love me,” you tease, “how about we put this bed to good use huh?” They seem to like this idea, needing your go-ahead before switching the tone of the evening to something more fun.

You all strip each other of your nice outfits, not wanting to get them all sweaty and dirty, when you see what they’ve been hiding underneath. They all have on coordinating lingerie too and the only thought in your brain is oh fuck they look hot. You’ve never seen Thomas in something so slutty and it’s got you reeling. He’s fidgeting around under your gaze in his tiny little red lace g-string thong that does absolutely nothing to cover him, that black chest harness you spotted under his jacket earlier, and nothing else. When you finally tear your eyes away from him, you spot Damiano next, showing off his beautiful black sheer panties and bralette combo with a matching black silk floor length robe he’s put on. Ethan is wearing super short and tight red boxers that attach to garters that wrap around his thigh muscles that he could probably bust out of if he flexed them hard enough. And Vic looks drop dead gorgeous in her red lace thong bodysuit and matching thigh garter bands. Your own panties they picked out for you are starting to get uncomfortable with how wet they’ve gotten you just by being in their presence with these sexy lingerie sets.

Thomas spots the fresh chocolate covered strawberries and picks one up to feed to you. You accept the treat, looking him in the eyes while you wrap your lips around it, effectively distracting him, but he spills a little chocolate onto your chest.

“Hey Thomas, don’t get our girlfriend all messy … at least not yet,” Damiano says.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind. He can just lick it off to clean it up,” you tell him. Thomas’s eyes light up. He smirks before letting a bit more chocolate drip onto you, this time lower down your cleavage.

“Oops,” Thomas says in his most innocent voice. You all giggle at his very cute behavior, but the moment his tongue starts lapping at the chocolate right at the low neckline of your lingerie and he stares up at you with his big eyes, your giggles turn a little breathier.

As you let yourself be distracted by Thomas’s tongue slipping lower and lower, you feel more hands on you. This time, they’re from Ethan, gently laying you down onto the soft bed against the mountain of pillows.

You then see Vic crawling on top of you with something in her hands. A bottle of opened champagne in one and a bottle of chocolate sauce in the other, smiling down at you, already stripped down completely. Now you have something else to get distracted by. And while you are, Damiano takes the opportunity to take your lingerie off too, kissing the newly exposed skin with each tug of the fabric. He runs into Thomas, still licking at your chest and guides him to follow, leaving sloppier, deeper kisses after Damiano’s gentle chaste ones.

You look around to see where Ethan has gone and find him behind Damiano and Thomas, stripping them and himself of their lingerie. It’s a shame you don’t get to stare at them in it for longer but you’re just as happy to see their completely nude bodies on top of you.

With everyone in a more nude state, Thomas, who has been extra lovey and clingy tonight, decides he wants to be even closer to you and wedges himself between the bed and you, allowing you to lie your head on his chest and sit between his long legs. Ethan and Damiano are on either side of you, their hands seemingly everywhere; playing with your nipples and teasing your thighs and kissing your neck and playing with your hair. It all blends together when their hands are pleasuring you so nicely.

Vic is tired of waiting and mounts your lap, shoving Thomas to move his legs so she can get on top of you. “Let me get in here too, honey,” she tells Thomas as she climbs on top of you. He complies, but only to pull her in to straddle the both of you, the extra height making her pussy rub against your lower stomach. You can feel how wet she is and it turns you on, being trapped between Thomas’s boner and Vic’s wet pussy.

“Mm, you feel so good baby, do you like having my pussy all over you?” she asks. All you can manage in response is a nod.

“Oh c’mon, we know you can do better than that. We’ve heard you be very naughty before. Don’t make us force it out of you.” Ethan encourages you.

Ethan’s words definitely break your spell of silence. “Yes, yes I love it. I love having you pussy on me Vic!”

“Ah there she is, our naughty little vixen. Good boy Ethan, getting her to speak,” Damiano teases Ethan who is not usually the submissive one in this pair.

“Careful sweetheart, or we may have to punish you after we finish our celebrations today,” Ethan threatens so sweetly. Damiano just smirks and bites his lip in response, excited to see how his lovers will punish him.

Vic gets you all back on track to the task at hand by pouring some champagne into your mouth and then kissing you, letting her tongue taste the liquid between your lips.

“Mm, sweet, just like you,” she says, punctuating with one more kiss to your lips. “I wonder how it would taste elsewhere on this delicious body of yours.” She then pours it down your chest and watches it drip down your body onto Thomas’s. Damiano and Ethan take their turn to lick it off of you, making sure to get every drop.

Vic lifts one of your legs and pours it slowly starting at your ankle so it flows down your leg and she sensually licks it all the way to where it stops on your thigh and drips down to Thomas’s.

You hear Thomas huff and everyone turns their attention to him. “It’s all over me too but no one seems to be licking it,” he complains with a pout.

“Aww, does our baby want some attention too?” Vic asks. “He’s right, we shouldn’t let this champagne go to waste.” Everyone goes to lick the excess champagne off of his skin while you turn your head to kiss him deeply, feeling every twitch and moan of his while he basks in the feeling of all of their tongues on him, licking and kissing his thighs and hips.

While Ethan and Damiano busy themselves with getting the last remnants of champagne off of you and Thomas, Vic then gets out the chocolate sauce next. She tests it out by pouring a little bit onto your chest, prompting Ethan to lick it off first, saying, “you like sweet things.”

He complies, licking it off your chest, right above your nipple and it’s a different feeling to them licking the champagne. It’s thicker and he has to really lick hard to get it all off which feels so good, not to mention Vic must’ve heated up the sauce because it’s nice and warm on your skin. She pours it in little designs on your skin and Ethan and Damiano lick it up so enthusiastically.

“Slow down there boys, there’s enough to go around I promise,” Vic teases but they ignore her, lapping up the chocolate just as eagerly.

“Do you want to try some Thomas?” Vic asks and Thomas nods. She pours some in her own mouth and then prompts Thomas to open his mouth by pulling down his bottom lip, letting the chocolate sauce and her spit drop into his mouth before kissing him passionately with the sweet sauce between their lips.

When she breaks her kiss with Thomas, she gives the other boys something to do by pouring some sauce on both of your nipples and pushing their heads to lick it off. Then she spreads yours and Thomas’s legs and fits herself between them. She drips the sauce on your inner thighs and lets it drip down onto Thomas’s as well, watching as it slowly falls. She licks both of your thighs and then goes a bit higher, first teasing Thomas right under his balls to hear him whimper before diving into your pussy with her tongue. She knows your body and your reactions so well and she always eats you out like you’re her last meal. She’s got you grinding into her face because it just feels so good especially with Damiano still licking your nipples and Ethan kissing your neck and Thomas’s hands gripping your hips and you are in fucking heaven right now.

Thomas’s grip on your hips slowly starts turning into him desperately grinding your body down on his dick and moaning under you. Vic takes notice once her pace of licks on your clit is altered.

“Hey, I know you’re horny, but quit using our girlfriend to jerk yourself off, you’re messing up my rhythm,” Vic teases, but it just seems to make Thomas harder under you.

“Pleeaase Vic, I need her pussy so bad,” Thomas whines desperately.

“Hm, hold on. I have an idea,” Vic says with a mischievous look on her face. She whispers something to Ethan before getting off the bed. You try to follow her with your eyes but Ethan blocks your vision by climbing between your legs and leaning down over you, his long hair stopping you from looking over his shoulder.

“Hi,” he simply says, giving you such a sweet and gentle kiss, only to catch you off guard by hiking up your legs around his waist to control your body and push you further up onto Thomas’s chest. Now your brain stopped working because you can feel both Thomas’s and Ethan’s cocks resting right on top of your pussy. They seem to be affected by this too and both gasp.

“Um hello, can I be in on this secret plan too?” you hear Damiano say from beside you. Ethan rolls his eyes and smirks but pulls Damiano over and holds his hand, bringing it between your bodies to wrap around both his and Thomas’s cocks. His fingers don’t fit all the way around both but he does his best to jerk them both off against each other. There’s too much friction though so Damiano takes it upon himself to spit onto their tips, spreading the saliva all around to smooth the feeling and when they start getting into it, he bends over to lick at them too.

And you’re just sitting there, legs spread wide with Damiano licking and sucking Thomas and Ethan together so close to your pussy but not close enough. It’s torture and you make it known with a loud whine, to which Damiano laughs and teases you even more by periodically blowing cool air over your pussy or “accidentally” bumping into it on his path of licking the cocks, or just barely gives you a lick before taking his tongue back to the boys and frustrating you even more.

Just in time before you shove Damiano’s face into your pussy in retaliation for his teasing, Vic comes back with lube. “Dami honey, open her up with your tongue first,” Vic tells him.

You smirk at him, feeling like you finally got your way, and Damiano giggles before pushing Ethan out of the way dramatically and picking up Thomas’s cock, but not without a kiss to the tip first, and gently moving it to the side so he can make room for himself to feast on your ass.

After about ten wonderful seconds of his tongue licking around your rim, he stops to complain, “Thomas, your cock won’t stay where I left it.”

Thomas just laughs at his wild statement, “There’s not much I can do about that.”

“Everytime I move it, it just comes right back and twitches on my cheek. I swear you’re doing it on purpose.”

Thomas stops himself from laughing even louder. “Okay okay, I’m very sorry on behalf of my cock for not staying where you put it.”

“You and your cock are forgiven,” Damiano says, trying to keep his straight face before giving Thomas’s cock a kiss of forgiveness, which only makes it jump more. You try to put yourself back into a sexy mood which you have no trouble doing once Damiano switches to gently rubbing lube into your hole with his finger just barely pushing in.

You look off to the side to see Ethan and Vic have made use of this time by making out with each other, Vic straddling Ethan and grinding on his lap while she pulls his hair and kisses his neck thoroughly.

The stretch of Damiano’s tongue teasing your rim and his now two fingers inside you feels so good that you push yourself down onto them, making Thomas hold your waist to his body to prevent you from moving so much.

Once he’s done, Damiano gives your hole one last kiss and gets Vic’s attention away from Ethan's mouth to show her what a good job he’s done, smiling up at her.

“Aww, you did such a good job baby,” she praises, giving him a little scratch under his chin, loving his cute reactions to her being more dominant. “Okay, now Ethan, you come here.”

She directs Ethan to kneel between your legs and then slowly guides Thomas’s cock into your asshole. You focus on the smooth stimulation of him against your walls to distract yourself from the discomfort of the stretch. Thomas moans and whimpers and is so loud about it because you're still so tight even after Damiano’s stretching and with plenty of lube. You hang onto Thomas’s hip, digging your nails in as you brace yourself. Then Ethan pushes himself into your pussy and you suddenly feel so full and so surrounded and protected by your lovers.

They get into a rhythm of Ethan holding your hips to move your body up and down onto Thomas’s cock while he shoves in and out on beat, like he’s playing your bodies like he plays the drums. While you get used to the feeling, Dami positions his cock right next to your head, guiding you to turn your head to suck him off. You don’t have much range of motion in this position so he slowly starts fucking into your mouth instead.

You slide your mouth off of him for a moment to say, “Dami, your thrusts are so off-beat from Ethan and Thomas.” You can’t help wanting to feel like the melody of a song they’re making just for you, using your body as their instrument.

Thomas helps him out by using one of his hands to jerk the rest of Damiano’s cock that’s not in your mouth in time with Ethan’s thrusts. It all feels so good and just like music the way they’re all thrusting on quarter and eighth notes on the same rhythm together.

While all this is happening, you’re missing the touch of your girlfriend so you pull Vic in too, who replies saying, “I was trying to figure out how to fit into this but now I have the perfect idea.” She lays herself on you backwards on all fours, her knees barely touching the bed on top of two people, with her pussy in your face and her own mouth on your clit and Ethan’s cock as he slides in and out. Ethan seems to love this idea, his moans getting louder. You start obediently eating her out while moaning on her pussy that drips down your chin.

“Hey I was using that mouth,” Damiano says, now with his dick just resting next to your face.

“Then maybe you should put your dick to better use,” Vic says, coming up for air from between yours and Ethan’s crotches.

Dami decides to do just that and comes around the back to prep Ethan’s ass before beginning to fuck him, letting Ethan’s thrusts into you be the guide for how quick he fucks him. He rubs Ethan’s big muscles, feeling how they move under his fingers, and plays with his hair and neck and even the base of his cock as it slides into you.

Everyone is moaning and pleasuring each other and it all feels so connected and synchronous, you don’t even feel like separate people anymore, just one big mass of bodies and pleasure.

“Fuuck, Ethan I can feel you through y/n. You both feel so fucking amazing,” Thomas says, almost screaming at this point.

“Mmh I know baby, I know. You feel so good too, doing such a good job for me, keeping up with my pace,” Ethan replies, his voice so fucked out. You’re all just chasing your pleasure now, working together to make each other feel good and reach your finish lines.

“God, you guys are gonna make me cum. It feels so good. I never want to leave this bed,” Vic says, her words reverberating against your pussy and Ethan’s cock.

Ethan starts hammering into you and shoving you onto Thomas’s cock even harder, a tell tale sign he’s close, not that anyone can blame him, fucking your pussy, Vic’s tongue on his cock, and Damiano’s cock up his ass. But even with all that stimulation, you still come first, the feeling sneaking up on you with the level of pleasure being so high for so long, moaning and writhing between all of your lovers and all you hear is their mumbled praises and you feel them all around you and this truly is heaven. You’re so out of it you only barely register feeling Thomas buck up into you and cum in your ass before Vic grinds her pussy into your face and you lick up all her wetness.

Ethan holds off for as long as he can but eventually cums deep inside you. And you can tell Damiano came because of his very dramatic orgasm screams that you will never get tired of, clenching around Ethan’s cock that’s still inside of you when you hear them.

You’re all out of breath and still inside and on top of each other as you recover from the intense fucking. You slowly and reluctantly part from each other but only enough to get some air back into your lungs. You all refuse to leave each other’s sides, stroking and lazily kissing at whatever sweaty skin is in reach, to show your gratitude. Everyone’s blissed out and a little out of it still but you all mumble your barely coherent vows of love and adoration for each other.

You lay there, between your four lovers, feeling content and satisfied while you all come back to reality until one voice speaks up louder than the rest.

“So uh … this suite has a really big shower and it looks like we all need to get cleaned up right about now huh?” Thomas suggests, not wanting the fun to end just yet.

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gotheskin · 7 months

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☁️ = fluff

❤️‍🔥 = angst]

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tempobrucera · 1 year

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Token of Love

Pairing: Thomas x Reader x Vic x Ethan Wordcount: 12.5k Description: For some reason you think it’s a good idea to gift a box of love tokens to your partners. Maybe it ensues more chaos (and sex) than you would have thought. Warning(s): Fluff, some (playful and not so) fighting, smut (foursome, no panties, public, orgasm denial, D/s dynamics, safeword use)

Add yourself to my taglist. / Masterlist .#####. Thomas hugs you close from behind, his arms securely around you. It’s early, the sun has barely risen and you can feel tiredness still washing over you.

“How come you’re already awake?” You ask and strain yourself to put a kiss on his lips. “Before everyone else? Are you okay or did you have a nightmare again?”

“I’m okay,” he is pressing kisses to your shoulder, “No nightmare this time. I wanted to get up so I could make breakfast.”

“You? Offering to make breakfast? In the morning? Are you sure you are okay? Or is … Oh.”

Oh. It’s Valentine's. Which explains why Thomas is up too early for his own good.

“I thought the other two wouldn’t complain about food … but it could still be … romantic.”

The other two, Vic and Ethan, are laying next to you in Thomas’ bed. Which was one of his only requirements when he looked for a place for himself, a bedroom to put a bed big enough for all of you in there and a roof terrace. Ethan is hugging his pillow and Vic is snoring at his side.

“You’re cute, Thom.”

“Well, knowing all of you, I’m the only one who thought about it,” he says but he still has a smile on his face.

“Maybe.”

You’re smiling as well and yawn before you fall asleep again. Only rummaging around you, is waking you up again. Victoria bickering, Ethan laughing. The clattering of plates against each other, liquid filled into glasses. Thomas’ lips on your forehead.

“Breakfast is ready!”

The bed turned into a minefield to get up, it’s hard not to put your hand somewhere or into something, Ethan has the courtesy to help you while Vic laughs at Thomas’ shoulder and Thomas beams at you. For Thomas’ standards the food looks good, there’s some fruit, some scrambled eggs that only look a little bit off, some absolutely burnt sad looking toast, some pancakes that are only burnt at the edges, some sausages, some cheese and there’s a little heart shaped box of chocolates on everyone’s plate, next to a flower.

“Thank you, caro.” You give him a kiss on the cheek. Vic just rolls her eyes, it’s just another day and Thomas is trying to make everything as special as possible all the time but all of you three know that this day is still important to him.

Vic and you both know better, but you still try the toast and the scrambled eggs while Ethan sticks to the least burnt pancake and carefully bites into a sausage. The toast isn’t palatable, and it’s hard to swallow, while the eggs are mushy, salty and something else. It’s a taste experience you wish you wouldn’t have had, you’re sure Vic’s face mirrors yours. Thomas is still smiling, so is Ethan who seems to have made the better decision.

“Please tell me, you also have something to drink for us?” Vic looks at him, grimacing.

“Oh, I forgot, yes. What do you want? Tea, milk, hot chocolate, juice, tomato smoothie, water, champagne?”

Vic and you both flinch at the mention of a tomato smoothie: “Something which makes me forget that I just ate this out of love for you. So maybe give me the champagne, the bottle should do.”

“That was horrible,” Vic says after Thomas skipped out of the room to get drinks. “Please tell me this is edible.”

“It’s not too bad, a bit burnt, a bit sugary, there’s some kind of vanilla in there?” Ethan looks at his plate. “And some … orange juice, I believe? You can eat it though, maybe it would be actually nice without the burnt bits and much less sugar. And the sausages taste like sausages.”

“You already had me at it’s not too bad,” you say, “This was not good for my stomach.”

Thomas is coming back with the bottle of champagne, something that looks suspiciously like the tomato smoothie and something you hope will be juice, normal juice. Vic and you both put the rest of your food on Thomas’ plate, shaking your heads. He pouts but when he looks at the plate he carefully scraps the scrambled eggs to the side.

“I actually have something as well.” You get yourself out of bed and shudder, it was warm and cozy next to the others in bed and you’re just in your panties and one of Thomas’ shirts. You get the box from your bag and put it down between them.

Thomas, looks at the box first. It’s in the shape of a heart, you handpainted it with some flowers and little things that remind you of each of them. Then he looks at you wide eyed, excited. Ethan and Victoria are sighing, annoyed. You even catch Victoria how she rolls her eyes at Ethan, who tries not to laugh but he fails when Thomas is squealing.

“God, this will break him.”

“Thank you!” “You don’t even know what it is yet.” Victoria reminds him.

“And? At least I’m saying thank you,” Thomas says, “Are you gonna say thank you for the breakfast I served you in bed?”

“You want me to say thank you for burnt toa-” You whack Vic over the head and he beams at you. “Thank you, Thomas.”

“Can I open it?”

Thomas opens the box carefully, almost as if he doesn’t want to break it or afraid he will have paint stick to himself again. Like the last time when you painted and he touched it before it was dry.

“Oh no, that’s a never ending box of bullsh-” Vic says when she sees the little envelopes in the box. This time it’s Thomas who whacks her over the head.

“Hey, you can’t read them yet, that’s not how it works.” You lightly slap Thomas’ hand when he greedily wants to open one of the envelopes. “I thought one of you could pick one out of the box every few days?”

“God bless tour life,” Victoria mumbles.

“Maybe we could take some and take them on tour with us?” Thomas looks at you, pleading eyes. “Use them when we want to? And the rest we can pick when we are here?”

“Okay,” you sigh - you can’t say no to the pouting, “I’ll give each of you three for tour, but I’ll give them to you.”

“That sounds great and then we c-”

Victoria interrupts him mid-sentence, slapping his ass. A small yelp comes from Thomas’ lips but nothing else.

“You can talk somewhere else now, caro, like here.” Ethan and you laugh, but Thomas obediently crawls between Vic’s spread legs, his head disappearing under her nightgown. “That’s better.”

Ethan sits behind you, wrapping his arms around you, kissing your shoulders, your neck. There’s no urge for him to do anything else, just leaving soft kisses all over your skin. Meanwhile you can hear Victoria moan, the wet noises Thomas’ tongue makes. Little whimpers coming from him and Vic getting louder. You know Vic is giving him exactly what he needs, she always does. While you often give him everything he wants - and more. You couldn’t just interrupt him in the middle of a sentence, you love him talking, hanging on every word coming from his lips. But he needs it. And Ethan somehow always finds a balance. There’s one more loud moan from Vic and then she lets him go. He looks a bit like a deer in headlights when he’s rolling himself together in your lap not even a minute later, you can see that he’s hard. Ethan is still kissing your neck when you card your fingers through Thomas’ hair.

“Sleepy.”

“I know, babe, I know.” You press a kiss to Thomas’ forehead, he blinks at you when you put him into Ethan’s arms. “Vic and I are gonna clean up and do the dishes, you can sleep.”

“Your boyfriend has the most talented tongue, almost makes up for that box of horror.” Vic says when you’re both in the kitchen, she is sitting on the counter while you're discarding the scrambled eggs into the bin. “I’m glad that you’re sharing him, and I know Ethan is really grateful for that as well.”

“It’s not like I’m not getting anything out of this,” you smile at her and kiss her. It’s tame but not unpleasant. “And I love seeing Thom with both of you. It’s what he wants, it makes him happy and I am glad that he’s sharing this with me.”

“Do I have to participate in this?” Vic changes the topic.

“There’s not only romantic stuff in there, also some other things.”

“Please say dirty stuff,” Vic is crossing her fingers, “please say dirty stuff.”

“If you make the fill out the blank cards dirty then maybe.”

“Oh god, he will be even more insufferable.”

“These tokens are Thomas' proof. I’m planning on taking them out before it’s his turn.”

Victoria grins at you: “So even you have your limits?”

Your answer is just a sigh when Thomas comes barging in, looks at you without saying a word, grabs a bottle of water and then vanishes again without looking back. It’s bizarre, he’s behaving weirdly. Victoria doesn’t notice, or she decides not to mention it when you clean up. Back in the bedroom Ethan and Thomas are cuddled up together. Ethan spooning him from behind, his arms around his waist. If you wouldn’t know him as well as you do, you wouldn’t notice but you can hear the soft purr, the tiny little whimpers, coming from Thomas. With one hand he’s twisting one of Thomas’ nipples, the other one sprawling out over his stomach, just over where he’s still bulging his briefs. You know it’s not what he wants, but Ethan knows it’s what he needs. Thomas’ little noises speak for themselves.

.#####.

“Can we open one before tour starts?” Thomas asks one evening, and you can’t do anything about it, he smiles at you sweetly, and you can just give in. Before he can take the box from you, Vic already took it out of your hand.

“Ladies first,” she says and grins at a confused Thomas. Takes an envelope, looks at it and then at you, “This isn’t too bad. Create your own Cocktails.”

“Sounds like fun,” Ethan says. You can see Thomas taking the little envelope of Vic and pocketing it. “We could make it a challenge and only use things we already have here.”

In the evening you’re all in the kitchen, looking at different bottles of alcohol, other bottles, fruit, some random boba pearls in too many flavours Thomas has stacked away in his cabinets, juices and mixers, edible glitter you used for baking a while ago, some random stuff Thomas puts out with a shrug. It’s fun, seeing what everyone else is doing, trying random stuff for yourself, Ethan and you both drawn to the boba pearls, and everyone laughing at Thomas and the monstrous thing he creates.

By the end of the evening, you have four cocktails. Some are more enjoyable than others but no one is saying it. There’s Ethan’s coffee cocktail - you laughed earlier when he was brewing coffee, cooling it down, trying to find the perfect mix of coffee and Kahlua and finishing it off with some tapioca boba and milk. You saw him sniffing the milk that came out of Thomas’ fridge longer than is normal, Thomas looking at him offended in return. It tastes nice, but Vic announces it is nothing special. There’s your own cocktail, it shimmers and it’s way too sweet, especially for Thomas who’s wrinkling his nose. It’s prosecco, jasmine tea, rose syrup, too much glitter - your hand slipped for a second, lychee bubbles and strawberry boba that’s shaped into little hearts. Ethan seems to enjoy it more than the other two but Thomas’ finger poking you is getting you out of your thoughts. He delicately has one of the strawberry hearts between his teeth and you’re happily kissing the sweetness off his lips, taking the heart off him with your tongue.

Then there’s Thomas’ cocktail that looks intimidating to everyone, even to Thomas himself. No one wants to take the first sip until you show mercy. You don’t know how Thomas always does it but the texture has you shuddering. If you would take another sip, you are sure you would go off the walls or won’t sleep. It’s the mix of the coffee he stole of Ethan, the vanilla coke and the chocolate liqueur. There’s something alcoholic you can’t place and a slight hint of banana as an aftertaste, you shudder again. And there’s the misplaced popcorn, that should have gone on Ethan’s cocktail you think, on top of the drink. When you try to pass it on to Ethan, he shakes his head but Vic is brave enough once again.

“This is disgusting.”

“I have done worse,” Thomas smiles at her. Nipping at his straw and slurping his cocktail, all three of you watching on in disbelief.

And then there’s Vic’s. Which just is tequila, some ice, Corona and topped off with a lime.

“I won,” Victoria says. Ethan scoffs at her. “Simple, but at least you can drink it.”

“I didn’t know this was a competition,” Thomas says.

“It’s not like you would have won against me, if I would have told you about it beforehand.”

.#####.

Tour starts again, somehow comes earlier than it felt like a few days ago, and you’re back home alone, once again. They all received their tokens from you before leaving, Thomas kissing you goodbye and Vic mumbling something that sounded like And here I was hoping you forgot about it. First you just wanted to give them at random but too many tokens you would like to be part of crossed your way, which is why you selected tokens for each of them.

It doesn’t take long, a few days, and Ethan is posting a photo of a token in your group chat - One uninterrupted afternoon nap, whatever happens.

I am cashing this in, I’m tired!!!! Don’t annoy me.

Later Ethan is sending you a photo from bed. He has a cup of tea and the book he packed to read on tour.

Thanks for giving me a break from the chaos these two are causing!

A few hours later, Vic is sending you a photo. It shows Ethan snoozing, sleep mask over his eyes, but there’s also Thomas next to him, rolled up as small as possible in Ethan’s arms. Slumbering blissfully as well.

.#####.

“Thomas,” Ethan sighs, “you really have to clean this. I can’t clean up after you in every hotel we step foot in.”

He looks up from his phone, isn’t saying anything but then wanders over to his suitcase and puts a tiny envelope into Ethan’s hands.

“Any household chore done for you,” Ethan reads and he sighs. Thomas picking the little envelope out of his hand again. “You want me to clean here and pack your suitcase, don’t you?”

He still isn’t speaking, smoking at the window, but nodding his head. It doesn’t take Ethan too long, Thomas is chaotic and it looks shit but most of it just needs folding and some things have to make acquaintance with the bin but nothing worse than that.

“Are you okay?”

Thomas just mumbles a Thank you against Ethan’s shoulder when he hugs him and Ethan leaves it at that.

.#####.

Vic puts a token into the chat on a concert free day.

One day of no complaints or reminders.

Ethan and Thomas both text you, upset and displeased. It’s quite comical to witness and a reason why you handed it to them. Funnier when you aren’t involved in this one.

Boys, it’s just for a day! You can make it!

By the end of the day, you yourself aren’t sure if you will make it through the whole day. Instead of complaining to Vic, the boys complain to you. A lot, and you understand. Vic is using her power with them not being allowed to talk back or complain about her demands. Ethan loses it when she asks him for a foot massage, he isn’t doing it, Thomas doesn’t mind and takes over. But he loses it a few hours later when she demands to deal with some stuff for her, and to listen to her for the evening when they’re going out.

“Can you believe that?” Thomas snorts over the phone. “She called me a kitty and told me to behave in that sweet voice, all while she was scratching me behind my ears.”

You have to cackle, you’re sure he purred, but Thomas groans - he doesn’t sound happy.

“What was the problem, Thom?”

“She did it in front of Damiano and Ethan…. In a car with someone driving who I don’t know.”

“I’m sorry,” you sigh, “That wasn’t okay of her. The day is over soon, Tho and tomorrow you can tell her to piss off.”

“I don’t want to go out now,” he admits. Something else is behind this statement, at least you have the feeling but he isn’t saying more.

After you hang up, you call Vic.

“I know, no complaining,” you start and once again you sigh, “but … You’re taking it a bit far, don’t you?”

“But it’s so fun to see them suffer,” she laughs.

“Fair enough. But could you … could you not do that with Thomas again without asking him first. Or not in front of people, that’s his limit and I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t cross that.”

“Yes, okay, sure.” Victoria’s voice is small. “He looked fine, he could have told me.”

“Vic, we both know when he isn’t allowed to do something, he won’t if he can avoid it and …,” you smile, “You know his brain stops working when you’re scratching behind his ears.”

“I don’t want to make him uncomfortable with it,” Vic admits. “I know he likes it when it’s only us, I won’t do it again in front of people. I … I somehow never think about Thomas’ limits, I need to change that, I know but he also never talks about it, I know that isn’t making it better, I should know better. You don’t have to tell me, I know that’s bad, actually it’s horrible, thanks for calling me out on it.”

Vic apologised to me

It’s what Thomas texts you a while later and you finally feel like you can go to bed without everyone ending up in a fight.

.#####.

The next morning there’s another picture in the chat, it came from Ethan. It’s the blank token you gave him.

I would like Thomas to tell me why he’s upset lately

You would like to know as well, you feel relieved that you aren’t the only one thinking something is off with him.

Nothings wrong

It’s only two words but it’s two words and you know he’s lying. He only picks the phone up after you try to call a third time, he rejects the video.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Can you turn on your camera? I just want to talk, we can talk about something else if you want to.”

He looks dishevelled and tired. A bit too tired, even for Thomas’ standards.

“Did you sleep well?”

He shakes his head: “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Did you sleep the night before?” You’re worried about him.

Again he shakes his head, he doesn’t look at you.

“Thom?”

“I can’t sleep,” he bites his lips, “I don’t want to sleep alone, it sucks.”

“Honey.” You know Ethan and Vic would be there but you also know they wouldn’t just climb into Thomas’ bed. It’s the first tour after you figured things out between the four of you, after Thomas admitted that him staring at Ethan and having thoughts beyond friendship and the one time he dreamt of Vic holding him down might deserve an honest conversation. They are part of it when you want but he’s yours, they respect that. It must be tough for Thomas, he struggles. And it must be even harder having them with him and still staring at the ceiling not having anyone next to him. “You can tell them, you don’t have to sleep alone.”

During the evening Ethan asks you, if you’re okay with them sleeping in Thomas’ bed, without you. You are, there’s nothing you could have against it when it makes him feel better. There’s just one rule you set, no sex with Thomas in any way, you don’t care what Vic and Ethan do with each other. Ethan asks if he can cuddle. You imagine that he laughs when he reads your I am not a fucking monster. Just no sex, not with Thomas on top or as a bottom, especially not the second. It makes you squeezy, you are open to renegotiate at a later time but now you don’t feel comfortable. But cuddling, he can have all the cuddles he wants to have.

Victoria and Ethan both end up in Thomas’ bed. They are watching a film, while you’re out for wine with a friend. Ethan sends you a pic of Thomas sleeping in Vic’s arms after midnight and your heart is a little bit lighter again.

.#####.

The Italian leg of the tour comes around faster than you thought. Thomas catches you when you jump into his arms. You took the time to go to two concerts, there’s nothing better than to see them live. To see Thomas doing what he loves, what brings him joy and how it puts that huge grin on his face. There’s nothing better.

“It’s time to redeem this token,” Vic says after the show in Milan, “Night at your favourite nightclub, maybe this box isn’t a box of horrors after all.”

You’re all getting ready in Vic’s hotel room, Vic having fun doing Thomas’ and your make up, she puts glitter eyeshadow on Thomas’ eyelids and you might love her a little bit more for it. Ethan already opened a bottle of prosecco while Victoria tells you which club she wants to go to, she puts some pink-coral-toned red lipstick on Thomas’ lips.

“Are you for real?” He furrows his brows at her. “That’s the best club you can choose?”

“My token,” she grins at him, “my choice.”

Ethan and you roll your eyes while they bicker like a couple that has been together for the past twenty years, married, divorced and remarried again. They are still having a go when you reach the club almost an hour later. You take Ethan on the dancefloor with you.

“A day without them having a quarrel with each other,” Ethan laughs - putting his hands on your waist, “And they would die.”

Thomas turns up behind you, kissing your neck: “That’s not the best club,” he grumbles into your ear.

“You can still have fun and now you’re dancing with me, doesn’t matter where that is,” Vic is squeezing herself between Ethan and you, “Usually you don’t care, you can always have fun.”

Ethan sighs and gets something out of his jeans pocket, you can see it’s a token and you have to laugh. You know what he’s going about to do.

“You leave me no other choice,” he clears his throat and reads: “You win the argument. Wanted to keep this to for one of your fights but it’s enough, I win the argument, clubs are shit, no matter what. And now behave and have fun.”

You dance the night away, you watch Vic dancing with Thomas, Thomas climbing on a table, Ethan kissing him. He dances with you, the glitter looks adorable on him when he leans down to kiss you. And you only stumble out of the club when they kick you out hours later.

“That wasn’t too bad, was it?” Vic asks.

Thomas kisses her while holding Ethan’s and your hand.

.#####.

Thomas sends you a voice message when you’re back home again.

“We noticed something. Did you take any of the tokens?” You press pause, you’re surprised. You made the tokens, they aren’t for you. “We know you made them, but you should take some as well, just some. It should be fun for you as well and we’re insufferable, I know, but it’s fun, even with all the complaining, really. I don’t think any of us said that yet. And I just want you to have some for yourself. I am gonna give my token to you, you can use it whenever you want. You get some flowers. You can’t say no by the way, it’s yours now.”

He’s the sweetest, you think. And you love flowers, he knows, which makes it even sweeter.

I would love some flowers, Maso!

The next morning there’s a little ivy plant in front of your door. A bouquet of white and rosa flowers with some green eucalyptus twigs strown in. And a lovely bouquet of dried wildflowers. It has a note on them: Love you! I know you like to keep them but the other one was catching my eye as well. Thom

.#####.

You can’t wait for Thomas to come home, for them to come home. It's been two months since Milan and now you are the one who can’t sleep alone. When they are all together in bed with you again, Thomas hugging you close, it’s better again. You missed them.

“I still have this token from tour,” Vic says in the morning - you almost forgot about it, “One day without the others most annoying habit. Finally I can have a day with all of you but Thomas is shutting up.”

Thomas and you are both looking at her, you furrow your brows - Ethan looks at you with a little bit of concern.

“But …”

Vic shakes her head: “No talking, Thomas.”

During the morning it works, you’re in bed, he cuddles up to you, bumps his nose against your skin. He gets his head scratched and scratches behind the ears before he starts purring happily on your stomach and then on Ethan’s chest. He avoids Vic, he looks at her carefully from time to time but if any of you looks at him then, he turns his head back.

“Hey,” you try to get his attention when Vic is leaving to have a shower, “This isn’t a punishment, okay?”

He only shrugs, pretending not to care but you know he does. He watches something on his phone, while Ethan reads a book next to you - glasses low on his nose, and you write in your notebook. The next time you look, Thomas fell asleep.

When you’re all sitting for dinner in a restaurant, Vic is the only one talking. Ethan is too busy studying the menu to care. You’re too distracted looking at every little gesture and facial expressions Thomas shows and when she asks you something directly, you just shrug. Vic snorts, but you can see the tiny smile appearing on Thomas’ face.

“Anyone?” Vic looks at all of you.

Thomas raises his hand and Vic looks at him expectantly but he isn’t saying anything.

“God, please talk. Please!”

He takes his phone from the table and types:

I’m sure you can beg better and a bit longer

Ethan and you have to laugh, so loud that some people look at you.

“Thomas, please. Everything, just talk, god that was a shit idea.”

Everything?

“Everything. Just talk, please.”

“Okay,” he grins, “My turn to talk and you can shut up and I might have another idea.”

He winks. And Ethan and you laugh again.

Later Victoria follows you when you go to the bathroom: “I fucked up again, didn’t I?”

“Not talking out of context is like a punishment for him.” You look at her through the mirror. “He needs context, Vic. And we need to talk, all of us actually, we need some ground rules and limits. I don’t want him to think, he can’t share a bed with you on tour again or Ethan thinking he can’t touch him when I’m not around, and I made this box to have fun.”

“Okay. Ground rules and limits.”

.#####.

Thomas is the next one who draws a token out of the box.

Movie marathon - Your choice of films

“I’m getting the snacks and drinks,” Thomas says and looks at you, “But you can choose the movies.”

In the end, you can’t decide. You’re overthinking it, Thomas tells you to chill, no one will judge you for your choice of films. That’s why you go for your favourite childhood movie, Thomas’ favourite film and after snooping around the favourite films of Ethan and Victoria. By the end of the evening, you’re picking popcorn that Vic threw at him out of Thomas’ hair.

.#####.

“Thomas,” you aren’t annoyed but you’re running around like a headless chicken cleaning around him, “Could you at least vacuum?”

“Hmmm.” He gives you something and you groan, you almost forgot that you gave that to him. “Next time.”

Any household chore done for you.

“It’s our turn to clean up,” Ethan says a few days later after dinner. Vic helped you cook pasta earlier, and the boys will clear the table before you move to the couch for a lazy evening in. “Thomas?”

You furrow your brows when he gives a token to him, Ethan also raises his eyebrows. But Victoria is the one speaking up: “You used that on me three times already.”

“On me as well,” Ethan says.

“And you only gave that to me not even a week ago.”

He looks at you sheepishly and pouts.

“Oh, you’re in trouble,” Ethan comments.

Thomas still smiles, there’s a blush creeping up his throat for being called out but then he turns over another token to you.

Get out of trouble, no questions asked.

.#####.

“What is the token?” Vic asks him. “You went a bit pale.”

Ethan takes it out of Thomas’ hand: “One wild fantasy fulfilled.”

“Thomas' wild fantasy is probably having dinner under the eiffel tower or some shit,” Vic jokes.

You can see how he swallows heavily. And you know it’s nothing like what Vic imagines at this moment.

“No … no panties for you,” he steps closer to you and you just nod, “when we go out.”

“Uhhhh, interesting.” Vic’s eyes light up.

The day comes sooner than you think it would arrive. One morning you’re already dressed when Thomas comes out of the shower, only a towel around his hips, and looks you over. That he puts one of his hands down your tights isn’t too surprising, that he rubs you through your panties until you can feel yourself getting wet isn’t either. But then he’s getting you out of your tights.

“Thom, we don’t have time to fuck.” You’re supposed to meet Vic and Ethan for a shopping trip and a day out, and you’re already running late, thanks to Thomas’ talent for oversleeping.

“Oh, don’t worry, we aren’t fucking.” He frees you from your panties as well. “Open your mouth for me.”

When you woke up a few hours ago you wouldn’t have thought that today is the day where Thomas would use your own panties as a gag on you while he feels you up and then starts fingering you without warning. You grab onto his hair to have some kind of stability but your legs are violently shaking. Just before you cum, he stops, it’s almost a ruined orgasm and you mewl around the panties in your mouth. Sometimes you forget that he can be much more cruel than Ethan and much cruller than Vic expects him to be.

“Don’t think you will need them today.” He takes the panties out of your mouth and kisses you sweetly. You put your tights back on while Thomas rummages through the wardrobe naked and then gets dressed, you try not to stare too obviously. “You ready?”

You aren’t ready at all.

Thomas and Ethan are in the seats in front of the car, while Vic is in the back with you. She’s almost sitting on top of you, letting her fingers wander. Over your knees, up your thighs, Thomas is smiling at you wolfishly through the rearview mirror. And then Vic’s hand is in your tights before you can stop her, there’s no obstacle of more fabric in her way and you whimper.

Vic smiles: “You already got her wet.”

“No touching,” Thomas scolds her, “That goes for both of you and for you.”

Whereas you nod obediently, Vic and Ethan try to question his authority but Vic pulls her hand back and lets the elastic of your tights snap back onto your skin, you yelp.

Shopping always is a blast with them, you almost forget that you aren’t dressed appropriately and about the wetness between your legs. Sometimes, when Thomas puts his hand a bit too low on your hips, you have to swallow. But then Vic puts a silly hat on Thomas’ head and you have to laugh instead.

Somehow Thomas shoves you into a fitting room, all three of you. It’s cramped but before anyone even has the chance to complain about it, Thomas already pushes you against Ethan and both of you against the wall and then he’s on his knees. He deliberately pushes down your tights and he looks at you with big eyes before his head ends up under your skirt. You can’t stop the moan that follows when he starts to lick and Ethan heavily breathing into your ear. Your consciousness tells you that you’re way too loud for such a tiny space but you can’t bring yourself to stop. On the contrary, it feels like you are losing your mind when Thomas licks through your folds and presses his wet lips to your clit now and then. You’re only getting louder - until Ethan puts his hand over your mouth and you can just pant.

There’s someone clearing their throat in front of the fitting room: “Everything okay in here?”

“Yes,” Vic answers happily and to your shock even pulls back the curtain a little bit to pop her head out. Your only comfort is that the curtains are floor-length, so the store assistant can’t see Thomas on his knees, you still blush furiously and gasp into Ethan’s hand when Thomas sloppily presses his tongue deeper. “My friend has a busted arm, I’m just helping her with some tops. I hope that is okay?”

“Sure, please let me know if you need any help.”

As soon as you hear how the footsteps are getting more distant, you cum all over Thomas’ face. You can hear him laugh under your skirt. When he emerges again, he cleans his face, Ethan cleans his hand but when you take the tissues from Ethan, Thomas takes them away from you again. Maybe Thomas looks more fucked then you when you leave the store, he’s dishevelled, lips swollen, and a clear outline in his tight jeans which he partially tries to hide under his coat and partially doesn’t give a fuck about. You’re only ruining your tights and your mind is racing, maybe you don’t look any better.

You’re grateful that the restaurant you go to later isn’t anything fancy. The waiter doesn’t look at any of you twice, just wants your orders, a photo with Vic while ignoring Ethan and Thomas and then he pisses off again. Waiting for food is a test of patience for you, you’re hungry, and Thomas dipping his fingers under your skirt from time to time almost has you jump. You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom but when you look at yourself in the mirror Vic is standing behind you, she’s dragging you into one of the cubicles wordlessly.

The kiss you’re sharing has you gasp for air. Vic easily guides your hand into her underwear, she doesn’t have to tell you what to do or what she wants. Your fingers find their way into her pussy easily, finding a rhythm, you moan into her mouth when she slips her hand into your tights in return.

“No … no touch-,” you moan again, “Thomas said no touching.”

“Can’t see him anywhere,” she laughs but she seems to see your pleading eyes, “Don’t worry, he was really happy about the idea. Just be good and make me cum, honey.”

You know how to touch her, you know how to move your fingers in her, how deep you have to go for her, which rhythm she likes - you know how to get her off. How she will always moan loudly when someone sucks at her collarbone - Thomas, Ethan or today you. She only needs soft pressure to her clit and then she cums, moaning into your mouth. Her fingers are still playing with you when you try to pull back.

“Vic,” you whimper, “please let me cum.”

“No,” she smiles at you sweetly, “Thomas said no.”

“Pleeease,” you beg, “please, Vic.”

“That isn’t my decision.” But she gets out her phone and you can hear Thomas’ voice not even a few seconds later. “Someone has a question for you.”

“Please.” Vic is moving her fingers in you faster. “Can I cum, please, god, I need to …”

“No.” You know he says it with a smile even when you can’t see him. “Only when I want you to.”

“I love when he is like this,” Victoria whispers into your ear after hanging up.

Thomas kisses your nose sweetly when you’re sitting back next to him.

For some reason Ethan is the one who wants to go dancing, it’s so suspicious that you think it’s Thomas’ idea after all. The club is dark and you’re dancing between Ethan and Thomas, Thomas lightening himself a cigarette without care. The beat is vibrating through your veins, it’s loud, Ethan has his lips against your neck. They both take your hands, dragging and pushing you at the same time until you end up in a small room with a couch on which Ethan takes a seat. It’s not like that they were people all around you making out a few seconds ago, and doing worse than fucking. You wouldn’t have had a problem for Ethan showing you off like this, but this is Thomas’ game. Not Ethan’s, and certainly not yours.

Thomas is undressing you slowly and to your surprise fully. He kisses along your neckline up to your ear, leaving sloppy kisses on the shell. His hands caressing your hips, then your thighs and you whimper.

“I think it’s Ethan’s turn.”

You don’t need another invitation, Ethan is sitting on the sofa, his jeans and his briefs partially pulled down. He’s soft with you, helps you getting on top of him, kisses your hair. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear while Thomas watches your every move. You whimper even more when his dick stretches you out, how he finds a slow but no less torturing rhythm. You moan into the kiss he gives you. For the thousands time your head spins today and it spins even more when you think about Victoria and the girl she vanished with, a girl she will make cum, while you’re still going to be denied.

“Please,” you whimper again but you lose your train of thought when Ethan bucks his hips up into you and Thomas steps behind you, pinching your nipples. “Please.”

“No, honey, no.” Thomas coughs sweetly and pinches your nipples harder. “I promise, I’ll make it hurt when you cum. I’ll ruin it for you.”

Ethan cums with a loud groan and you lose your mind completely.

“I’m gonna clean you up when we’re home,” Thomas says and kisses you between your shoulder blades.

He does make good on his promise when you’re home, Vic in tow again - her smile satisfied. Your eyes roll back on their own accord when Thomas cleans you with a warm wet washcloth. It’s too much, but at the same time not enough. You’re already overstimulated but you still can’t cum. It doesn’t help that Thomas has you in front of the bathroom mirror and that you can see yourself.

“Please … let me … please.”

He laughs, you can hear, you can see it through the mirror. How are you this in love is the only question in your mind for a few seconds until Vic and Ethan enter the bathroom as well.

“No,” he still laughs, “I told you, if you’re even thinking about it, I’ll ruin your orgasm.”

Almost you say fuck it, you want to see what happens, you want to know how it feels. Thomas sometimes threatens you with it but you never misbehaved as much to have him do it. The thought comes and goes when he presses himself against your body and you realise that he cleaned you up just to fuck you again.

Your brain is in overdrive, there’s no way to calm yourself down. Thomas isn’t letting you. Ethan and Vic are watching, he has her in his arms. Your sanity suspends when Thomas enters you. Your fingers tighten around the bathroom sink, just to anchor yourself to something. His groan is loud and too close to your ear. And Ethan and Vic make it their challenge to make you cum while Thomas still tells you no. Vic is going down on her knees, licking over your clit, Ethan is kissing you. And everything drives you crazy. But in the end Thomas’ no still rings louder in your head than anything around you. He holds you up and then everything stops, Thomas cumming over your thighs, he kisses you behind your ear. He cleans you up again and Ethan carries you to bed, you are sure your legs wouldn’t have worked.

Thomas caresses your back, kisses you, just holds you in his arms until he falls asleep. You can hear the evenly breathing of all of them all around you. His heartbeat under your ear. But you still … You still want to cum. If you wouldn’t be so sure to wake him up from it, you would use Thomas’ thigh. You yelp in surprise when Thomas catches your hand between your legs and looks at you out of wide eyes.

“What do you think you're doing?”

“Please.”

“Come here,” he gets his thigh between your legs and you rub yourself against him without thinking, “When you cum, you’ll cum as many times as I want you to, okay?”

“Yes, just …” You whimper and it just washes over you. You crash and then you crash down on Thomas who holds you close.

“And now again.”

.#####.

“Your turn,” Thomas shoves the box in front of Ethan’s face.

“Oh, nice.” He turns it over - it’s blank.

“Why is he getting all of them?” Vic is looking at you.

“Luck?” You shrug.

“I want to plant a fig tree.”

You doubt that any of you has a clue how to plant a fig tree but Ethan looks happy with his choice. You already see yourself washing dirt out of Thomas’ hair.

.#####.

“How about we all get a token for the weekend and try to combine them with each other?” Thomas says one Wednesday evening. They are off for the weekend and it’s the perfect opportunity.

Thomas picks an envelope but Vic takes it out of his hand before he can open it: “My one, thank you. Uhhhhhhh, massage night. I’m up for that.”

Ethan picks next and reads it to you: “Weekend getaway to a destination of your choice. That’s nice, we will take my car, and I’ll drive, that’s my only condition.”

“Shotgun, I’m sitting in front!” Vic looks at him. “No way, I’m putting my legs in the back of that convertible.”

“Okay, now you.” Thomas passes the box to you. You want to protest but they all shake their heads at you.

“Back kisses.”

“Wonderful, and now me.” Thomas picks the last envelope before putting it back where it lives on the windowsill. “A post sex snack. Nom, that’s better than a massage.”

“You’re just greedy for food,” Vic laughs. “Where are you carrying us off to?”

“Alberobello.”

“Albe-what?”

“Alberobello, Thom,” you say, “I want to go there. I said I want to see the trulli houses and I want to go to Lecce to the botanical garden and I want to see Martina Franca.”

Thomas blinks at you: “Okay, how about we start tomorrow, go to Alberobello, stay there for a night and then stay in some town?”

That’s what you do, the next day all four of you scramble into Ethan’s car. You marvel over the architecture, take photos of the houses and silly photos of Ethan who seems the only one to care. Victoria and Thomas are sitting on a bench in the sun, drinking Aperol. Someone carefully approaches them and asks for a photo. You stay for the night and Vic gets her token out.

“Massage time.”

“I definitely have to massage Thom’s nose with suncream.” There’s a sunburn blooming on his face. “Or at least some aftersun, you will look like a crab by Sunday otherwise.”

“You can nurse him,” Vic laughs, “Ethan can take care of my back.”

Ethan is sitting on Victoria’s thighs, massaging her shoulders, sometimes dipping lower to her waist, she’s blissfully sighing. On the other side of the bed you’re taking care of Thomas’ nose and his face, there’s no blissful sighing, he looks like he’s being tortured. His mood changes when you scratch behind his ears, his eyes flutter shut and he hums. After a while Ethan and you switch places. You massage Vic’s back, Ethan massages Thomas’ shoulder. Vic is pushing you down between her legs after a while, you can hear Thomas’ breath hitch before there’s a loud whimper. You can’t see, Vic holding you down, but the next morning there’s a massive bite mark where his throat meets his shoulder.

Friday you spend in Martina Franca, this time you put suncream on Thomas before leaving the house. Ethan and you are restlessly wandering around the city, ancient walls around you. There’s too much to see, too many photos to take, food to try, you stopped counting the amount of drinks Thomas and Vic already had. They giggle when you’re visiting a Basilica and at Ethan and you looking at the ceiling. Too many narrow streets to walk, Thomas finds some traditional cured ham that he’s munching next to you while you take a photo of Ethan who is leaning down to Vic. You just fall into bed when night comes.

Lecce is a beautiful baroque town. More narrow streets, another Basilica that took 200 years to build as Ethan and you learn, more food, more drinks, the botanical garden you want to see. At one point Thomas just sits down and refuses to walk another step, you can only coax him with the promise of getting lasagna for dinner. You took a photo of an angel on one of the walls. Another one of Thomas kissing it hands, and Vic jumping his back. Ethan is immersed in the tourist guide book but you can hear him laugh.

“I want my back kisses now,” you say even before your head hits the pillows of the hotel bed. Waiting isn’t your strong suit, and luckily you don’t have to wait, Thomas’ hands are freeing you from your dress and then your bra. His lips on your shoulders, Vic’s on your lower back, Ethan’s somewhere in-between. Thomas sucks a love bite into your skin, Vic biting and Ethan licking over the skin she bit mere seconds ago. You don’t know who initiates it but you end up on your back, Thomas on top of you - between your legs, Vic playing with your nipples and Ethan’s hands on Thomas’ hips. Everything's a blur, even when you cum, until he crashes down on you, panting and heaving, still in you.

“Snack?” You can hear Ethan whispering into his ear and Vic giggles.

“I want chicken nuggets.”

“That’s not a snack,” Vic reminds him but Thomas doesn’t care.

“That counts as a snack for me.”

He rolls you around until he can kiss your back again.

.#####.

“I would take one, if that’s okay?” Ethan looks at you and Thomas. You’re sure Vic would raise her eyebrows if she were there. You nod your head. “One Knock-Your-Off-Your-Feet Kiss. Exactly what I need right now, can I cash this in with everyone of you?”

“No.”

Thomas immediately shuts up when you both look at him: “I don’t think, you have any right to say that, Mr. I’m using this token until I drop dead.”

“Good,” he gets closer to Thomas’ face, “I’m starting here.”

You have seen them kiss before but it’s breathtaking. Thomas leans into every of Ethan’s movements, his hands tangled up in Ethan’s hair and Ethan pulling his hair in return. Thomas’ eyes are closed, there’s a tiny bit of spit on his chin and you can hear him moan into Ethan’s mouth. It would be a lie to say that it doesn’t get you hot and bothered.

Your kiss happens a few hours later when you’re both on the balcony. Ethan is smoking and then he’s pulling you close, cigarette still in hand. Where with Thomas he was still careful to not scare him aware, he isn’t with you. His tongue is everywhere where you want it and you finally kiss back. You know, Thomas isn’t busy with his phone anymore.

Ethan gets his kiss from Vic a few evenings later. And Thomas and you are both staring.

.#####.

Your choice of date night.

Thomas is delighted when he reads it to you. You step on Vic’s foot when she says something that sounds like You should’ve taken this one out as well. Somehow she thinks it’s the worst thing to have Thomas plan a date night, but you know it’ll be nice and still chill, he just puts more thought into it.

You kiss his cheek when he gives you some flowers on the evening of the date.

“Giving you some flowers, would be like throwing money out of the window,” he says to Vic but gives her a bottle of wine before he gives some flowers to Ethan as well. “Looking at you, I am hilariously underdressed.”

It’s as chill as you thought it would be, he takes you to a small but not too fancy restaurant. He doesn’t complain when it’s time to pay, he gets Vic some gelato when she’s whining. And you’re watching a film in some outdoor cinema, hidden in the back, so no one of them is drawing any attention, before heading home.

.#####.

Vic takes a token out of the box without anyone bullying her into it one weekend. Which earns her some comments out of Thomas’ direction.

“Paint something together.” She smiles at you and wiggles her eyebrows, “You could have just asked, this doesn’t involve body paint by any chance?”

Ethan rolls his eyes and Thomas giggles.

“No,” you smile back, “painting on a canvas.”

“Can I just fling paint at it?” Thomas asks but he looks interested.

You should have known that he would fling paint at everything that moves, including you, as well.

.#####.

Spend a whole day in bed.

It’s almost funny that Ethan draws this one as well. It would have been the perfect one for Thomas but he didn’t get this or the one for a nap. You aren’t sure if he really pouts or if you imagine it. Luckily Ethan is taking everyone to bed with him, he reads, immersed into another world. Vic is listening to music, scrolling her phone, poking Thomas’ side when she gets bored. You’re listening to the video Thomas is watching on his laptop while embroidering but you’re thinking about knitting a beanie for Thomas - like a grandma Vic would say. And not even ten minutes into the day, Thomas is out. He falls asleep on Ethan’s stomach, Ethan mindlessly scratching his head and playing with strands of his hair.

“Does this include dinner in bed?” Thomas asks yawning when he opens his eyes again.

.#####.

Thomas and you are both alone when he picks another envelope out of the box. There’s one with a bend, you’re sure you know which token it is but Thomas isn’t getting the hint when you put it directly under his nose.

“Ugh,” he says, “Can I take a different one?”

You shouldn’t allow it but he looks at you with puppy eyes. You want him to get the bend one, you choose it with Thomas in mind from the beginning. That’s why you take the envelope from him and give him the other one: “Here, that one is better.”

“Is this because you’re keeping the blank ones from me?”

“You …”

“Yes, I know,” he shrugs, “I … The only funny thing is that Vic isn’t getting them either.”

“Mysterious,” you smile at him. The truth is, you trust Ethan to be responsible with them. “Open your token, Maso. I’m sure it’s a good one.”

“Watching the sunrise and sunset on the same day,” he reads - his hands shake a little bit, “Oh my god, that’s perfect. Can we do that somewhere at the beach?”

“There’s a token for a beach picnic somewhere in here.”

He looks at you pleadingly again, you skim through the envelope until you find the token.

Picnic at the beach.

“You know this is cheating,” Thomas laughs at you. You don’t care, as long as it makes him happy. “Can we do this alone? I want to spend some time with you, without the dickheads.”

Victoria is happy to get out of the whole thing, no questions asks, only the plea to Thomas to not send her pictures of the fucking sun. Ethan doesn’t complain, somehow he still ends up in the supermarket with you when you have a grocery run for your beach picnic. Thomas goes crazy, it’s on brand but Ethan still looks confused.

“Is he about to buy the whole place?” Ethan asks you.

You don’t even have time to answer: “Do you think I could afford that?”

“I guess?” He looks around. “It’s small, so they don’t have that much inventory but … before I give you silly ideas, that’s a lot of perishable food, Thom.”

There’s no doubt that you’ll have enough food for the next week when you step out of the supermarket again.

For once Thomas is awake when he has to, yawning but vibrating with excitement so much that he doesn’t care about the tiredness. It’s still dark outside and you’re happy that he agreed to driving, you fall asleep for most of the ride.

You’re happy that Thomas knows his secluded beach spots, you’ll be alone for most of the day. You’re still half asleep when the sun rises, you don’t stop him when he sends a photo to Vic and captions it with The fucking sun. By the evening you have the second bottle of wine between your legs, Thomas smokes and you couldn’t be happier when you lean your head on his shoulder and the sun goes down.

.#####.

Vic is crinkling her nose looking at the token she got out of the envelope: “This sucks.”

“Why?”

“Can I put it back and take a different one?”

No one answers her, but Ethan takes the token out of her hand: “That isn’t bad,” he says, “One screen free evening - no phones.”

“That is hell,” Vic corrects him, “I can’t do that, I’ll miss something.”

“We could go out for dinner,” Thomas suggests - he might be feeling bad for her drawing the token he put back, “or have some drinks, go out for the night, go to a concert. Fuck, if that helps.”

“Can we do all of that?”

After the third time Vic is reaching for her phone, Ethan takes it away from her.

“But I’ll miss something,” she complains.

“Yes, you’re missing what’s going on around you,” he says, “Believe me you can have a conversation with us without clinging to that.”

“But what is the time? We’re gonna be late to ....”

Ethan looks at his watch: “It’s quarter to eight.”

“Good that we have someone sophisticated enough to wear a watch in our midst,” Thomas jokes and Ethan pockets Vic’s phone under loud protest coming from her.

When you’re laying next to her in bed, heavily breathing, hours later, she fumbles for her phone again. Thomas catches her wrist: “What do you possibly need your phone for now? Do you want to tweet how much you love my dick?”

“You would love that.” Ethan and you snort, but Victoria doesn’t stop there. “Next time you can blow yourself.”

“I might just do that.”

“Careful,” Ethan interferes in the conversation and puts his hand on Thomas’ throat - you can see him swallow, “Don’t promise me anything you can’t deliver. You know how that ends, kitten, don’t you?”

Thomas swallows again and nods.

“That might be more interesting than my phone.”

.#####.

The seasons are slowly changing from summer to autumn when Ethan picks the next token, and this time he’s delighted while Victoria and Thomas already roll their eyes and high five each other.

“Antique market and thrift store shopping,” he reads, “I decide how we use this, right? I want some decor and have a look around for some books.”

“Some weird lamps again, perhaps?”

Thomas laughs about Vic’s joke but Ethan’s gaze is shutting him up.

“You’re all going to accompany me,” he announces and Victoria rolls her eyes once again.

“It can’t be that bad, right?” you whisper to Thomas.

He looks at you amused: “You clearly are underestimating the amount of weird shit Ethan is into.”

You know hours later when Thomas is carrying around some of Vic’s purchases and Ethan is still looking at some antique clothes racks. Thomas seems to give up on life when you enter a shop for antique clocks. His hands are shaking, and you suspect it’s the cut off of nicotine as he chain smoked the whole mid-morning. It doesn’t surprise you when he wanders outside to light another one.

“How many clocks can he look at?” Vic asks when she joins you outside.

.#####.

They are releasing a new single, you know that they’re excited but that means a few weeks on your own again while they are on a promo tour. It eases you that you talked about stuff like this a few months ago.

“You should take one,” Vic says and gives you the box.

Board Game Night.

Not the best thing to do on your own, you think sarcastically. Thomas seems to see the annoyance on your face.

“We can have one online when we’re gone,” he says, “and then we can have another one when we’re all together? You can choose all the games.”

When the time comes, they are all on their laptops in their own hotel rooms - you’re grateful for it, that you’re all on your own and it isn’t only you. You play Monopoly for hours and Vic is the first one to accuse Thomas of cheating when he wins. He does that when you play at home, taking money out of the bank when he thinks no one looks at him, somehow having a house or a hotel on one of his streets where the last time you looked was none. It got so bad one time that Victoria announced she would rather piss herself than leaving Thomas unattended or even out of her eyesight with the board. Board game nights were usually them bickering and Ethan and you picking up the pieces afterwards, but after every night they swore that they loved it. Sometimes the competitive aspect just turned their heads in. You can’t wait for the game night in person after everyone says their goodbyes and Thomas blows you a kiss.

Could we puzzle?

No!

No!!!!

You didn’t expect anything different from Vic and Thomas. He lacks the concentration for it and Vic admitted it drives her insane. At least they can hate something together, you giggle to yourself.

YES!

On the other hand Ethan was always up for a night in with a puzzle.

You two think puzzle mats are the best invention of the century. You shouldn’t have a vote in this.

Somehow Vic seems to have forgotten that you can choose every game you want, and you want to puzzle.

It’s the best, go die mad about it. Anything in mind?

You send a link to a puzzle with 42.000 pieces. It’s more of a joke but at the same it’s a dream.

Noted

Wait what? That’s against the geneva convention and my human rights!!!!!!

You’re a bit dramatic, Thomas.

Do you want me dead or something?

Victoria and Thomas try to argue that a puzzle technically isn’t a board game but they both take defeat when you remind them that Thomas said everything you want, their opinion on the matter doesn’t count. It’s fun, for once Vic and Thomas are helping each other without noticing it. Vic takes Thomas’ hand when she sees that he’s getting frustrated with himself and how he loses focus. Thomas helps her looking for the piece she’s missing when she groans. And Ethan and you are looking at each other knowingly, smiling.

.#####.

The next is one of Vic’s token again, and this time she’s happy about it.

“Dress up for dinner and dancing or a movie at home,” she grins, “This is gonna be a party, you’re all gonna dress up pretty for me and we’re going to decorate this place. I want a mirror ball.”

You don’t question it but Ethan gets her the desired mirror ball, he goes so far to order some buffet style catering and turns up in a fancy suit. Vic is dressed in a fancy short dress, your dress isn’t showing as much but it’s fancy enough. Thomas is dressed in wide suit pants, for some reason he’s barefoot, and in a shirt that’s mostly unbuttoned showing off his chest hair. If you could, you would be on your knees for all three of them but you’re sure that’s a different kind of party.

“Here,” Thomas blushes furiously when Vic puts a collar around his neck. His fingernails are digging into the skin of your hand he’s holding, “You should be thankful that I’m not putting you on a leash.”

You can see how the blush deepens.

“Say thank you.”

“Thank you.”

You can hear how she whispers to him, you’re sure that you can hear her asking if this is okay, and the grip he has on your hand loosens.

All four of you are dancing, drinking, kissing, your hand wanders into Thomas’ trousers while Vic and Ethan are whispering into his ears, he blushes and moans and then you dance again. Thomas looks a bit lost and wobbly on the legs when you get him to dance again. Until one of Thomas; neighbours threatens to call the police on you as the music is way too loud.

When you clean up a little bit, so you don’t have to do it the next day with a horrible hangover, you see that Victoria really brought a leash. It surprises you but out of fun you ask Thomas to give it back to her. He swallows, hard. But he’s still doing what you asked of him.

“Oh,” you can hear Vic laugh, “You want me to leash you?”

“Or I can spank you with it,” you see Thomas squirm on the spot when Ethan speaks, “Your choice.”

“No-none,” he almost chokes on his words, “None, please. Please. Red.”

And then you’re all three all over him, you’re kissing his face, Ethan and Vic hugging him.

“I’m proud of you, Maso.” He looks at you confused, he’s sniffing. “For knowing it’s enough and using your safeword.”

.#####.

After the party at home, you should have known how serious Ethan can take some things when he’s allowed to do so. It turns out that he can still surprise you when he gets the token Have a tasting party with a box of chocolates.

The box of chocolate is some quality chocolate but you all thought you would eat it, joke around a bit and otherwise enjoy the evening. Somehow Ethan has other plans. Every chocolate is on a tiny plate, with some tiny plagues on which he wrote what it is, some tasting notes on the side and he serves wine with it. He’s in a waistcoat, when he starts a speech which he’s reading from a handkerchief, Thomas sitting next to you loses it and snorts the wine almost through his nose. Vic is biting her lip so hard it almost starts bleeding.

“Silence,” Ethan claps into his hands, “Your undivided attention on chocolate number one, please.”

.#####.

There’s some confusion the next time around. Thomas tells you that Vic took a token but when you ask her she denies it. Problem is, you know Thomas is right, as there’s a token missing out of the box. After closer inspection you know why, someone doesn’t want to go stargazing - it’s the token missing out of the box.

Spend an evening stargazing.

“Would it help if we take a bottle of wine?” You ask her when you’re all on the couch, Thomas caressing your feet in his lap.

“We could use mine,” Ethan shrugs when you look at him, “I took someone earlier, it says Champagne and strawberries on it. I don’t know if that would help.”

“Does that somehow make stargazing more appealing to you, Vic?”

“Only if I can watch Thomas lick that champagne from your nipples.”

You sigh but Thomas all of a sudden is way more interested in the conversation than before, even stargazing didn’t have him pique up like this.

“As long as we can do that after and not in the park.”

.#####.

Thomas is next up for a token and he already blushes when he reads it, and even more when he shows it to the three of you.

You get a compliment every day for a week.

“Oh, you will blush a lot the next seven days,” Vic laughs.

There’s a range of compliments from, you’re the loveliest clown - Vic, you have the prettiest eyes - Ethan to you’re the best person to wake up in the middle of the night to go on a walk with me - you. But there’s also the compliments that make him blush like Vic predicted. All the pretty noises you make - you, the way your blush starts on your chest - Vic, the way you look when you come - Ethan.

You can see how he gets more and more flattered day by day but there’s something else. And he breaks one night when you cuddle up to him and whisper against his lips: “You’re the best and loveliest chaotic idiot to me. God, I love you.”

He squirms, he’s getting uncomfortable, he looks like he isn’t believing you.

“It’s true, I -”

You kiss him instead.

.#####.

As soon as Ethan is smirking at Vic, you’re sure that she isn’t going to like whatever he has planned.

“You choose who is boss for the day.”

“Oh, you’re choosing me, right?”

“No, I’m choosing Thomas.” He’s still smirking at her.

“What?” She looks at him. “Are you serious?”

“I thought you’re into Thomas being more bossy?” You have to laugh as well.

“In bed,” she looks at you, furious, while Thomas laughs, “With you.”

“We can arrange that,” Thomas says, “I can boss you around both.”

To no one's surprise Vic has to suffer the most under Thomas’ regime and you have to try not to giggle when she groans at him for the billionth time.

“He deserves that,” Ethan whispers to you.

.#####.

“Recreate your first date. Does that mean ours?” Thomas gestures between you and him, “Or does that mean ours?”

“What was your first date?” Ethan asks.

“We went to a museum, Thom took me to a wine bar,” you smile at the memory, “And then I fell asleep on him drunk a few hours later.”

“Yes, and we had pasta,” he smiles at you.

“What was our date again?” Ethan asks.

“We fucked,” Vic laughs, “First Thomas confessed a lot of kinky shit to us and then we fucked for like two days.”

“Oh,” Ethan grins, “How could I forget that?”

“How about both?”

.#####.

“I’m gonna already start arguing that I think this should translate to sex,” Vic says before reading the token to you, “Dessert only dinner.”

“You have a problem,” Thomas comments, “I am not getting reduced to dessert.”

In the end, Vic is outvoted and Thomas isn’t getting reduced to anything but he’s patting his stomach by the end of the evening. You all had too much food and somehow Vic managed to eat the most. You had cheese and grapes, cake, tiramisu, dessert wine, cannoli and florentines.

You pass out in Thomas’ lap while he smokes. Overindulgence.

.#####.

Ethan takes one of the last tokens, it’s a blank one once again.

“How is that possible?” Vic looks at Ethan, then at you. “Why am I not getting one of them?”

“Maybe they don’t like you,” Thomas winks at you, “They don’t like me either.”

“Back to my token, I want a night in a honeymoon suite.”

“Okay?” Thomas looks interested.

“I want room service, a pool or a whirlpool,” he looks directly at Thomas, “a bed big enough for us and where I can tie up Tho.”

“Okay.”

“I don’t think they have beds where you can tie him up,” Vic says - her phone is already out, “And can you compromise on having a butler but no hot tub?”

“Can you look for a room with a terrace then? I can tie him to the railings as well.”

“Would that be okay, kitten?”

Thomas only shamelessly moans and then hides his face on your shoulder.

The suite Vic chooses in the end, does have room service for food that’s too fancy for your liking (who pays 12€ for blueberry juice you ask but Ethan just looks at you and deadpans me) and a terrace, just as he requested.

Thomas adam’s apple bobs, he already whimpers.

.#####.

There’s only two tokens left and one you kept hidden for last.

“Last one,” Vic says before opening the envelope, “before I can forget about this box of horrors.”

She squeals - it’s a blank one.

“Oh no.” As if Thomas already knows what’s coming his way.

“I could do with some new lingerie,” she muses, “A lot of new lingerie actually and Thom is going to pay for it.”

“Anything else?” he groans.

“Hmmm, I could do with a new strap,” she sticks her tongue out at him, “You know … to fuck your girlfriend.”

.#####.

“The last one is yours,” Thomas says and gives the envelope to you.

Swing on the swings at a nearby playground.

“I want to give that one to you.”

“No,” he protests, “you barely took any. It’s yours.”

“You should have it. I know it’s cheating, but …,” you smile at him, “I want you to have it and you can use it with me whenever you feel like it.”

“That means I can take you tonight?” He looks at you as if he doesn’t trust what he just heard. “We can take a bottle of wine and when I feel like it next week or next month we can repeat it?”

“As often as you want,” you assure him.

That night you end up drunk on a swing set with Thomas for the first time.

.#####.

“I have one last one, just for fun.” You feel like making an announcement. Vic is blinking at you confused but Ethan takes the envelope from you.

“Gift hunt. At the shopping centre everyone is getting 15€ for each partner and an hour to buy something for the other.”

“That sounds like fun.” You’re surprised to hear that from Vic but you’re happy about it, she seems excited.

The array of gifts and your reactions is cute to look at. Vic gives her presents to you first. There’s a pair of nicely padded handcuffs for Thomas, he blushes and you suspect that she used more than her 15€ she had to spend. There’s a beautiful strappy bra with embroidered flowers she gives to you, and then you’re sure she used more than she should have. Ethan grins when she gives him a leather paddle and your head spins. There’s something else everyone gets: It’s a little V on a keychain.

“Are you trying to mark me?” Ethan asks amused and gives her smack on the thigh.

“Yeah, I sure feel pissed on,” Thomas says and she wiggles her eyebrows at him suggestively, “No, no, no, no. We talked about this, Victoria!”

She shrugs and you laugh but Thomas looks at you terrified: “If you ever change your mind …”

The next round of gifts comes from Ethan. It’s little portraits, a bit bigger than a business card. After closer inspection you can see that they differ slightly. Ethan has the “original” of the four of you for himself, he is carrying it in his wallet. On Vic’s version she makes bunny ears behind Thomas’ head. On Thomas’ version you’re kissing his cheek, there is a headband with kitten ears on his head. On your version Thomas is kissing your cheek.

There’s no theme to the gifts you got for everyone. You have a poetry collection of Rainer Maria Rilke for Ethan. There’s lipstick in a deep burgundy red for Vic. A coffee table book of sunsets for Thomas and a little box - it has love tokens written on it.

“You gotta be joking?” Vic looks at you in disbelief.

“It’s not for you,” Thomas says and kisses you on the cheek like he does so often, “That’s for me only.”

And lastly there’s Thomas, you hope that you didn’t stress him too much, you know he takes his buying presents for people business really seriously. You can imagine how he was biting his nails because of the time restraint. He gives his present to Ethan first. It’s a notebook with a matching pen and a small puzzle that shows a Roman alley. For Vic he got something that looks a lot like lube and a book titled “Getting Off: One Woman's Journey Through Sex and Porn Addiction” - Vic only rolls her eyes at him. And then there’s the one for you, it’s a little flower press.

“You know that the place will be plastered in flowers?”

“Good,” he smiles at you.

.#####.

A few evenings later Vic and you find Thomas sitting on the floor, hunched over. He happily hums to the vinyl that plays in the background. When he hears you, he tries to hide what he’s doing but Victoria steps behind him.

“That’s why all the tokens were puzzle pieces?” she laughs, “And why you pocketed them all? Are you going to betray me and enjoy puzzling now?”

“I’m missing one,” he tells her.

“I think, I can help with that,” you give him the chore token you took off him.

And he puts the last piece in place.

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END.

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till-you-scream-and-cry · 1 year

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Bloody knuckles gripping throat

Pairing: Ethan x Vic x Fem!Reader

summary: you make a mistake which really pisses off Ethan. Him and Vic both decide that you deserve a quick, post gig punishment

word count: 2k

contents: SMUT, choking, spanking, rough sex, BLOOD KINK

author’s note: my attempt to go back to writing, please be nice to me 💗

Måsterlist | tåglist | my chapter story

You stood backstage, watching their performance when suddenly a chill went down your spine.

“Fuck…” you mumbled and bit your lip.

During their makeup, Ethan asked you to go to the sound guy, and tell him that something was off about Vic’s bass and his mics during rehearsals. As at every festival, there was absolutely no time, people were running around, trying to get outfits ready, spray hair, fix eyeliners and push them out on the stage at the perfect moment. You simply forgot. The sound guy was standing on the other side of the stage, convinced that everything would work just fine.

The first notes of “La paura del buio” and…something was off. Ethan frowned, Vic looked at him, but they both kept playing. You felt the warmth in your cheeks and ears, your face was getting red. You were fucked.

You’ve been their assistant for over six months, but with Vic and Ethan alone, you made a bit less conventional arrangement on top of your regular job. Both of them liked the rough play, and sometimes it was too risky and tiring to go out and find someone, whenever they were in the mood during the tour. One evening you three had a bit too much wine and one thing led to another. Since then, you were their toy, which they could use whenever and however they pleased. But it wasn't just about fun. You often helped them with frustration and anger, but it was never aimed at you before. Deep down, you knew it was soon about to change.

Your racing heart muffled the rest of their performance. All you could think of is how much did you piss them off with your incompetence? They finished the last song, bowed and ran off the stage. They were all sweaty and half-naked, as usual during gigs in the middle of the summer. Thomas and Damiano walked past you, busy with their conversation. Vic put her bass away and clicked her tongue, sending you a dead stare as she slowly shook her head in disapproval. Before you had a chance to say anything, Ethan joined them as the last one. His chest was glistening from sweat, his eyeliner was a bit smudged. His dark eyes were pinned in you. You’ve never seen him this mad before. His usually soft expression was gone, replaced by coldness, disappointment and anger.

“Come here.” He hissed, grabbed your arm and pushed you into the changing room. You stumbled and fell onto the couch.

Vic followed and shut the door. She hooped on the makeup counter, with her legs spread wide, dangling from the table top. She leaned against the mirror and watched you with an expressionless face.

Ethan was towering over you, his hands resting on his hips. Only now you noticed that his knuckles were cut, and both of his hands were dripping dark blood.

“Which part of ‘get this shit done’ you didn't understand?” He asked in a low voice, his nostrils flaring up.

“I'm really sorry…there was so much going on that…” he didn’t let you finish. He gripped your neck and lifted you up. You gasped as your airflow was cut off for a moment. He loosened his grip as you stood in front of him.

“I don't give a fuck. It ruined the whole performance. Damiano was off-key, and Thomas had to save guitars with his solos. It was pathetic and it’s all your fault.”

He was talking quietly, his lips were only inches from yours, and the tone of his voice indicated how angry he really was. There weren't many things you could do to annoy him. After all, Ethan was known for his calmness, even in the worst scenarios. But when it came to disappointing fans and ruining a gig they practised for so long? You were scared to disobey him once again.

“It’s too late for anything now. The only thing you can do is make it up to us and take the punishment,” he smirked, watching your big eyes as you eagerly nodded. “Use your words, you dumb slut.” He hissed.

“Of course, I’ll try my best to make it up to you.” You mumbled.

“You better.” Vic scoffed.

Ethan pushed you down on your knees and looked at you.

“So pathetic…look what I did to my hands, trying to save the gig.”

You kept staring at his big, veiny hands, and the dark, fresh blood covering them. You swallowed hard. He knew you were not opposed to what was about to happen. You did it many times before.

“Clean them for Daddy.” He smirked down at you and moved his hand closer.

You nodded with a smile and took his big hand in yours. You started with small licks, to which he hissed as you dragged the tip of your tongue over the wounded skin.

“Gently…” he mumbled in a raspy voice.

You kept kissing and licking his skin, before moving to his fingers. You looked up at him with innocent eyes, as you parted your lips, making his index finger disappear down your throat. You sucked on it slowly, watching him slowly lick his lips and frown. You let the finger go with a pop, and started sucking on another one. He gripped your hair and pulled you away. You sat back on your knees. Vic smirked at you, staring at your blood-stained lips.

“Seems like you're in the mood for sucking. I have something better for our whore.” Ethan grinned and unzipped his trousers.

You gasped at the size of his already hardening cock, he gave himself a few strokes, before gripping your jaw.

“Open wide and make daddy proud.”

He pushed deep inside your mouth, making you choke on him a little. He gripped your hair and immediately started moving his hips and grunting. You started moaning around him, feeling how hard he was and hearing his noises. Your panties were already wet. You felt the saliva dripping down your chin, as you tried your best to bob your head to the rhythm he showed you. Suddenly he stopped and pulled out, leaving you breathless and teary-eyed.

“You’re enjoying it a little too much.”

He pulled you up and pushed you against the counter, bending you over the makeup table. You could see yourself in the big mirror you were facing. Right beside you was Vic, with her legs spread, and hand wandering over her inner thigh.

“You won’t be able to sit for days when I’m done with you.” He mumbled and pulled down your jeans and your underwear. He kicked your legs apart and reached his hand to Vic. She spat on it and winked at you. Ethan spread her saliva over his cock and teased your entrance just for a moment.

“Dripping wet from all that sucking? Why am I not surprised? The only thing you're actually good for.”

Ethan grabbed both your hips firmly and in one string push he entered your cunt. You screamed at the stretch, but only a few seconds later a wave of blissful pleasure filled you. He gripped your hair with one hand and yanked your head back,

“Look at yourself while I fuck you, look how pretty you look when you’re desperate for a cock.”

He sped up, fucking you with all his force, the room was filled with slapping and wet noises. You couldn’t stay quiet, even if you tried. He kept smacking your ass hard, leaving it all red and covered in his handprints. Your skin was stinging very badly, and tears started forming in your eyes. He gripped your throat and looked at your face in the mirror, thrusting his hips slower but definitely deeper than before.

“Oh I’m sorry, does it hurt? Did I do something wrong? Maybe now you’re gonna remember to always do what you're told?” He cooed, watching your eyes roll with his every thrust. Your cunt was stretched to its limits, tightly clenched around him. He pulled out, making your thighs shake.

“If you make Vic cum like a good girl, maybe I’ll let you finish” he smacked your red ass one last time, making you squeak from pain, and pushed you towards Vic.

“Hey, cutie,” Vic smirked and pulled you closer by your hand. She moved it closer to her lips and licked along your index and middle finger. “You know what mommy likes.” She parted her legs. Only now you noticed that she got rid of the underwear.

You kissed her thighs, lifting the leather dress a bit higher. You moved your lips closer to her pretty pussy, before placing a kiss on her folds. She hummed and tangled her fingers in your hair. You sighed, letting out the warm air, directly on her clit. She bucked her hips forward, making you bury your face in her cunt. You knew what she liked and what she needed. You pushed the two fingers she licked inside her with ease, feeling how wet she was. Vic moaned and tugged your hair as you slowly sucked on her clit. You started curling your fingers and pushing them in and out faster, to match the rhythm of her hips. She was getting louder.

“Such a good girl, make mommy come…make mommy…”

Vic screamed and clenched her cunt around your fingers. You kept lapping on her folds until she came down and eased the grip on your hair.

“Good job, cucciola.” She smiled, stroking your cheek. Her face was pink and her eyes were still a little dreamy.

“I think we can let her have some fun now…” Ethan stepped closer and kicked your legs apart again. Your cunt twitched at the very idea of what was about to happen.

“Yes, she deserved it.” Vic stroked your hair and dragged her hands lower to cup your tits. You bit your lip as she pinched your nipples.

Ethan pushed back in, picking up his pace from the moment he entered you. You screamed and wanted to rest your head against the desk, but Vic held your head up, looking into your eyes.

“I want to see you cum, cucciola. I want to see how much you love his cock. You want daddy to cum inside you?” She cooed while holding your face. You incoherently mumbled, begging for him to go faster.

Ethan groaned loudly a few more times and came, slamming deep inside you, filling you with his hot, thick cum. As you heard his moans, felt his twitching cock and the warmth spreading over you, you came with a scream, trying to keep looking at Vic’s face. Once you came down a little, he slipped out of you and kissed your back. Vic pecked your lips and smiled softly.

“Fuck…” whispered, feeling your legs giving up. Ethan caught you before you collapsed. He carried you to the sofa and let you lay down with your head on his lap. Vic grabbed a wet towel and gently cleaned your body, leaving small kisses on every mark Ethan made. He kept stroking your hair, humming his favourite jazz song.

“You know that we’re not mad anymore? And that you’re not really stupid?” He asked with a soft voice.

“I was hoping you forgave me.” You chuckled.

“Of course, cucciola.” Vic kissed your tummy and smiled.

Ethan lifted your chin so that you could look at his face.

“Just maybe listen more carefully next time, or at least pay more attention until your red ass heals a little.”

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oro-e-diamanti · 2 years

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The band is tired of interviews. They'd rather ask you some questions.

Content: Smut

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: I don’t actually know shit about sewing or fashion so please forgive me if any grave errors pop up here or in future chapters 😬

Lesson Seven: Talking about it is half the fun.

When Ethan banged against the locked door of Thomas' room the next morning, both of you still blissfully asleep and wrapped up in each other, he was less than pleased. As it turned out, Thomas had neglected to set an alarm the night before and was about to miss a number of interviews. He got ready in record time, flying out of the house with the other three in a flurry, all of them promising to be back with takeout in a few hours. Their hurry was the only reason no mocking or teasing comments about the night before were thrown your way. You wondered how many of them Thomas would get later on.

You had only just made your way out of his bed, lazily stretching and shuffling into the hallway, when the front door bust open again.

"What do you want me to do Vic, go with a ripped seam?!"

"But we're all matching, you can't change your shirt now!"

"It's ripped!"

Peaking down the stairs, you could see Victoria and Damiano rushing around, the latter awkwardly holding the hem of his shirt which was sporting a bit of a tear. It wasn't drastic - but it would definitely be visible. Running to your room, you quickly gathered your supplies, catching Damiano just before he was back in his own room, probably on his way to grab a new shirt.

"Stop! I can help," you called, jogging over to him, just to drop to your knees where the seam of his shirt had torn. It was full muscle memory, no challenge. Mending a seam was one of your easiest tasks. Turning the fabric around so you could look at the inside of it, you got to work. Removing the loose stitches, cutting off the excess thread, instructing Damiano to hold the hem as you placed a few needles to make sure you'd repair it in a straight line, and sewing it shut with a new one. You thanked your lucky stars that his shirt required black thread, an easy staple. A few stitches and you were done, removing the needles, straightening the fabric back out and standing up, happy with the result.

"How do you know how to do that? It looks brand new!" Vic exclaimed from behind you, having found the pair of you in the hallway upstairs.

You giggled, "I don't think this is a good time to explain, go move your asses and get to the interviews!"

For once, they agreed without arguing.

~~~

The majority of the day consisted of you desperately searching for inspiration, carrying out one google search after the other in between drawings that never seemed to satisfy you, interrupted by a flood of messages and pictures in the group chat the band had started with you. It kept you well entertained, to say the least.

A picture of Victoria, cross-eyes and showing her tongue.

One of Thomas, who had fallen asleep in the worst possible position on a chair somewhere between interviews.

A video, zoomed in on Ethan's face way too much, the slight annoyance still visible.

Another video, this time of Damiano obnoxiously shaking his ass and Victoria repeatedly hitting it.

You had no idea what the future would hold, once you moved out and lost the group dynamic that had started to establish itself again between the five of you, but you found yourself hoping to never miss them in your life again. Four years without them had felt like a lifetime, and you hadn't quite realised how big of a gap they had left in your heart until you had reconnected with them. You wouldn't be so stupid again. Whatever was to happen in the next weeks, when you moved out, when they started touring the world again, you were determined to keep in touch. You'd have to thank your brother for basically unloading you onto them, you thought.

~~~

"I'm so done with interviews," Victoria groaned, shoveling her burger in her mouth without caring about the way she looked or sounded. "I don't want to answer a single question anymore today."

Everyone else agreed with a groan, equally invested in their food after a long day. It had almost turned dark by the time the band had returned and you had to admit that the house had been terribly quiet without them. Now all you really wanted to do was chat and catch up, but Vic's statement had you shutting up immediately. They had been working while you had done nothing but lounge around after all, if they needed some peace and quiet, you wouldn't be the one to deny them.

Fortunately for you, the quiet didn't last all that long. After all the plates had been cleared away, everyone had gathered in the living room. Thomas was fiddling with some Spotify playlist or other that was sounding through the room, everyone else had sprawled out on the couches. Vic's legs were in your lap, leaving you to draw little circles on them with your fingertips as you scrolled through your phone. The rest of the band seemed similarly engrossed in their screens. Until Damiano made an excited noise that caught everyone's attention. But when you looked up, he was staring solely at you.

"Maybe it's time we interview you instead."

"What on earth would you interview me about," you giggled nervously. "I don't think I have anything to tell."

"I think you do actually. Someone just send me a very interesting link to a little test and, well, since you're officially not a virgin anymore," Damiano shot unnecessary looks between you and Thomas that you only replied to in the form of rolling your eyes, "it might be time to get into the little details and figure out your kinks, hm?"

Suddenly, all eyes were on you. Victoria sat up, moving her legs off your lap to cross them instead.

"Ooh yes, this is gonna be fun, I wanna know everything!"

The blush was rising in your cheeks, the heat probably quite visible at this point.

"And what if I don't know?"

"Then we'll help you figure it out," Ethan threw in, his face calm and supportive. Somehow you ended up nodding.

"Alright first up: Nippe play, yes or no?"

Everyone was watching you closely, curious to see how you would react, but it wasn't you who spoke first.

"That's a yes," Thomas blurted out, sending you a smile as everyone's attention now briefly rested on him. "I can attest to that."

"See, we're already gaining valuable information here!" Damiano exclaimed, obviously ecstatic that his plan was working out while you still felt like burying yourself in the ground at the prospect of discussing this in a group meeting. They could have at least given you a drink, but instead, all they were giving you were impatient stares. You wouldn't be surprised if Ethan took out a pen and paper to take notes at any second.

"So are we talking just hands and mouth or are props included in this? Because I've got some fancy nipple clamps that would look lovely on your tits," Victoria grinned next you, only to reach over and unexpectedly flick your nipple over the fabric of your shirt. She chuckled when it hardened immediately as you flinched. Suddenly you didn't quite regret not bothering with a bra.

"I..." Your voice failed you for a moment. "I'm not sure. I think I would like to try."

Victoria's smirk told you she felt the same way, but Damiano didn't let her elaborate, scrolling down on his phone to find the next question for you.

"What about other props then? Blindfolds maybe?"

In an instance, you felt hands covering your eyes, assuming them to be Thomas' as he was the only one still standing around the living room. But then another hand traced down your neck towards your cleavage for a split second, giving you no indication as to who it was.

"Yeah," you gasped. "Yeah, I like that."

With a chuckle, Thomas let go of you, walking over to Ethan to drop on the couch next to him. Victoria sent you an obnoxious wink. You could only shake your head in slight amusement.

"Handcuffs?" Damiano asked.

"Or rope," Ethan threw in, a look on his face that seemed much more innocent than the idea he was supplying.

"Or maybe just our hands for starters... it's about being restrained, the how comes later," Damiano clarified.

You were imagining it immediately. Pinned down to the bed, movements restricted by Damiano's hands, by Ethan's hands, handcuffed to the headboard, Ethan tying you up in rope, full control over you and your body, straining against it as they teased you, completely at their mercy...

"Yes."

"Interesting," Damiano smirked. "I'll keep that one in mind. What about... spanking?"

Your eyes nervously flickered between the four of them, all patiently waiting for you to give an opinion. You knew none of them were here to call you out, shame you for anything you were or weren't into. It was a simple question round, providing them with information that could possibly lead to rather interesting results in the future. You would be a fool to pass up on the opportunity.

"I'm not sure, it... it sounds good, but I've never tried it."

"Do you want to?" Ethan's voice and the slightly challenging look he threw at you had your body erupting into a different sensation of nervousness. One that was filled with curiosity and anticipation. He sat back a little, legs spread slightly, keeping eye contact. "Come here. I can give you a little taste."

Without hesitation, you got up from the couch, moving over to where he was sitting. He took your hand as he motioned for you to lay down on his lap. There was a slight shaking in your legs, you couldn't quite decide which emotion was causing it, but you followed his lead anyway as you positioned your body over his legs. Thomas, the only one still in your sight, stroked your hair lightly, almost comforting you over something that hadn't quite happened yet. A reassuring hand ran over your back, reaching the waistline of the pajama shorts you were wearing, before roughly pulling them down your legs. You tried to keep quiet, unable to anticipate what exactly was about to come, almost craning your neck to see, but it was to no avail. Ethan easily pushed the fabric of your panties upward, baring the cheeks of your ass to everyone in the room. You felt yourself taking a breath. The seconds passed like minutes, but then you felt him move and-

Slap.

The sting caught you by surprise, a tingling sensation followed by an emergence of heat spread from the place he had hit to the rest of your body. The feeling was so all-encompassing, you weren't even sure if you had made a sound at the impact. However, one thing you were embarrassingly sure of.

"One more," you gasped.

"Look at her, already begging for more," Victoria cooed. "I think we'll have her in the palms of our hands in no time whatsoever."

You didn't get a chance to answer her as Ethan's hand came down on your other cheek, the pleasurable sting from before washing over you once again. You revelled in it for as long as you could as he tucked the fabric back down, not bothering with the shorts, before pulling you up and into his lap. The tingle in your skin was still there when you sat down on his thighs, cradled up in his arms, but it was anything but unpleasant.

"You okay?" He quietly asked, searching your face for signs, but you could only nod and bite your lip in slight embarrassment at being so easy. He pulled you in with a smile, allowing you to lay your head on his shoulder as he held you. You used the moment to take a look around the room. Everyone's eyes were still on you, pupils blown, quite obviously liking what they had just seen. You almost chuckled to yourself.

Victoria recovered first. "Ready for some more questions? Because I'm ready for some more answers."

The replies fell from your lips much easier now. It was as if Ethan's treatment had somehow loosened you - and your tongue - up enough to be honest without shame. Damiano's questions kept coming.

Dirty talk? — Yes.

Using gags? — Willing to try.

Sex toys? — Yes.

Leash and collar? — Probably not.

Choking? — ...maybe.

Animal role play — What? Definite no.

Having sex while people watch?

You hesitated, almost feeling caught out. Your eyes flickered back and forth between Damiano and Ethan, almost a little unsure as to what to say, but you knew fully well at least one of them would call you out if you disagreed with the suggestion. You weren't quite sure how much the other two knew, but Damiano had eaten you out while Ethan watched, and you had given Ethan a blowjob with Damiano guiding you. And thinking back on it now, the memory was enough to incite a fire inside of you. You attempted to cross your legs, giving a little relief to the feeling emerging between them, but Ethan held onto your thigh tightly, giving you a smirk that told you he knew exactly what was happening.

"I like the idea, yes."

"I think you've been hogging her long enough, Edgar, why don't you let her come over here for a bit?"

Ethan didn't hesitate, patting your thigh before gently pushing you off his lap. Legs slightly shaky, you made your way over to Damiano who was inviting you onto the large couch with him, hand held out to you. You followed easily, letting him pull you down next to him and you didn't even have the time to ask for details of what he had planned before his mouth was on yours. The kiss was sensual, lips moving in all the right ways, tongue following naturally, and he had you breathless within moments. His hands were all over you, touching everywhere all at once, your back, your ass, your thighs, your tits. His chest was hard under your hands as you gripped his shirt, his scent intoxicating as the kiss got more passionate, both of you getting more desperate for each other.

You had half a mind to climb onto his lap, needing more of him as your panties were getting noticeably wetter, but he had other plans. Roughly pushing you onto your back, Damiano moved over you, settling between your legs as you instinctively wrapped them around his waist, before his mouth settled on yours again.

"Fuck, that's hot," Thomas' voice came through.

You had almost forgotten you weren't alone in the room with Damiano, so focused on him and everything he was manipulating your body to do. Breaking the kiss to turn your head around, you looked at the other three still seated on the couches around you, all of them having moved to get a better view, watching intently. It should have unnerved you, really, or made you self-conscious, the way you were putting on a show for all to see, but somehow, it didn't. You felt empowered, sexy, and ridiculously greedy for whatever Damiano would be treating you to.

When he sat back up without you, you almost followed, but he pushed you back down onto the couch. He was pulling the reigns and he was letting you know. He took his sweet time undressing you. You had no doubt about the fact that he knew this was pure torture for you. He peeled your top off slowly, fingers brushing every single inch of skin appearing, your breasts, your nipples, up your neck, before pulling it over your head. His speed stayed just as punishing as he grabbed hold of the waistband of your panties, rolling them down without any hurry whatsoever. You willingly lifted your butt as he motioned for you to do so, before watching his concentrated face, going down your thighs, knees, shins, finally pulling the fabric off your body completely and throwing it to the ground somewhere. You couldn't care less.

Damiano was much less patient in removing his own clothes. In what seemed like an instant, he was naked, back to covering your naked body with his own. You didn't know whether to moan in anticipation or sigh happily at the amount of skin contact. His chest was pressed to yours, you could feel his breathing as heavy as your own, hands exploring the newly-exposed flesh eagerly. He stopped you before yours made it down farther his chest. Holding as much eye contact as possible, he moved away from your mouth, lips travelling down your neck, leaving little bites in their wake.

He didn't spend nearly enough time on your breasts for your liking, only nipping at them briefly before making his way down, down, until he was all but crouching between your legs.

"You really love being between her thighs, don't you?" Ethan chuckled from the sidelines. You turned to look at him, and the others once again. Ethan and Thomas had noticeable bulges forming, while Victoria's hand had dropped between her legs, unmoving, eyes fixated on your body.

Damiano wasn't to be deterred, pulling all your attention back to him as he licked along your wetness. With a high-pitched moan, you tried to close your thighs around him, but he held you open. He teased your entrance for a moment, but then his tongue was on your clit, slight touches to its sides first but quickly moving on to fast licks all across it. You were a mess. If it had been up to you, Damiano could happily spend the rest of his life down there as long as he was doing that to you.

You could already feel the sensation build up in your pussy, a tense feeling just waiting to be set loose, but he wouldn't let you come on his tongue again, not today.

He sat up, smirking down at you as you desperately wriggled under him, before wiping off some of the wetness you had left on his mouth and chin. Taking his hard length in his hand, stroking it a few times, he grabbed onto your chin with the other hand, turning your head to the side and towards the others.

"Look at them while I fuck you," he demanded as you gasped at his words. It should have intimidated you, really, being naked and vulnerable in front of all of them, but as you studied their faces you knew there was nothing but love, trust, and desire for each other - and the prospect of letting them watch as Damiano had his way with you had you soaking.

With your eyes trained on the others, the moment Damiano entered you came as a surprise. The stretch was intense and unexpected, but you welcomed it with a moan, so aroused that you easily fit around him as he stilled to let you adjust. You heard him curse above you, obviously just as affected. Wrapping your legs around him once again, you urged him to start moving, give you the friction you desired, and he gave in immediately. His thrusts were hard and punishing immediately, a stark contrast to the way you had experienced with Thomas, but it felt so, so good and god, now that you had gotten your first time over with, you felt like you wanted this all the time.

He was relentless and unrestrained, hands clutched to the armrest behind your head for more leverage, and you were mewling and squirming under him. Your nails found his back, digging into the skin as you gasped. You had barely noticed you had started turning back to look at him, admiring his face screwed up in ecstasy and the muscles in his arms straining as he fucked you, until he stared back at you.

"I want you to look at them when you come. They need to see your face when you fall apart."

You only just managed to twist your head when Damiano hiked your legs up higher, changing the angle ever so slightly and suddenly hitting just the right spot. Your eyes were falling shut on their own accord, lost in pleasure as he kept driving into you, the feeling in your abdomen rising higher and higher to the point where you knew you wouldn't even need clit stimulation to come.

The way he was moving you up and down the couch made it difficult, but you took the moment to study the rest of the band. Thomas looked almost as fucked as the night before when you had actually fucked, eyes darting around, apparently unable to stay in one place for long. Victoria was even more restless, focused on the way your tits were bouncing in time with Damiano's movements, her hand unceremoniously shoved in her panties. Only Ethan stared solely at your face. He seemed concentrated, almost stoic, as he studied your expressions closely. He wasn't getting off, or even touching himself at all, but the look on his face did more to you than anything else ever could. When a smirk formed as he caught your eye, and Damiano increased his efforts, you came undone so easily.

With a loud moan, you threw your head back, succumbing to the feeling as he continued to fuck you, thrusting into you a few more times before coming as well, spilling in you with a gorgeous groan falling from his lips. He slowed down, before stopping completely, almost collapsing on you as all strength seemed to leave him. With a quick turn of his head, he pressed another kiss to your lips. You responded eagerly, overwhelmed by the emotions and feelings coursing through your body, only breaking the kiss to let him pull out of you and clean you up with the tissues someone had blindly provided him with. There was some rummaging going on in the room around you, but you barely paid any attention to it, still trying to catch your breath and come to terms with the fact that you'd just had sex in front of three other people. And you'd enjoyed it. So much more than you had expected.

Victoria brought you back to earth when she held out a light robe to you, offering to help you get up (which you gladly accepted as you felt your legs shaking) and drape the fabric around you protectively.

"Want to go upstairs and cuddle a bit?"

You agreed happily, wanting nothing more than a little bit of peace and quiet to come down and maybe a pair of arms wrapped around you. She easily led you away from the others, her hand protectively holding onto yours, only turning back around once more before leading you up the stairs.

"I'll go relax with this one while you guys do whatever you need to do... And maybe teach her about the traffic light system, because I'm seeing some fun times ahead of us."

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