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these barbies are hot as fuck

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Ethan sharing his girlfriend/SO with his bandmates because she brought up the idea of group sex once. He doesn't tell her until she gets there and he comes back from the kitchen and whispers it in her ear when Damiano is feeling her up. She gets a little scared and leans on Ethan the entire time and he's right there reassuring her and making sure they don't do anything to make her uncomfortable while he's also joining in.

Three Makes a Group | Damiano David & Ethan Torchio

Pairing: Damiano David x Måneskin!reader x Ethan Torchio

Summary: After bringing up the idea of group sex to your boyfriend Ethan, you have to deal with the consequences of your dirty mind.

Warning/s: smut, just pure smut, spanking, prising, cum talk, dirty talk, dom!Ethan, pussy drunk Damiano, sub!reader, choking, name calling, group sex, threesome, swearing

Author's note: so this is the first time that I'm writing smut. Like... for real. And not only that, it's also the first time that I'm writing something poly. So, I'm sorry if it's bad, I really tried. Anyways, enjoy you, nasty. 😏

You didn't exactly remember that you were talking about that topic with your handsome boyfriend Ethan until a gorgeous frontman showed up at your house, more precisely your kitchen, for a reason that was extremely different than usually.

It was about a week ago when Ethan and you were watching some shitty move that somehow had more sex scenes than an actual plot. You were both snuggled up next to each other under the blanket placed on your sofa as you ate popcorn. Suddenly, just as you thought that a girl and that dude in the movie were about to finally have a normal civil conversation, they started to do everything, but talk. Another girl's love interest showed up and all three of them started to go at it. While watching that scene, you suddenly remembered one of your dirty fantasies.

You don't exactly know what the hell came over you when you started to speak about it with Ethan. It started out as a curious question when you asked him if he ever had group sex before he met you and if he did what was it like. You also said it so innocently that poor Ethan almost choked on his popcorn. But, no. It turned out that he never had group sex, but he said that it would probably be a great experience, sure. After that you simply said "okay" and completely dropped the topic. You felt embarrassed for one reason or another and Ethan felt completely shocked. He simply couldn't believe that you would just ask him that, but then dropped the topic like it was the most normal thing in the world. Like you didn't just ask him what group sex would feel like. It felt like you were asking him where the remote was. Ethan liked that. He found it very amusing. After that little, innocent, conversation, he couldn't get the idea of group sex with you out of his mind.

A few days after that eventful conversation, he suddenly got an idea with who the two of you could do it with. Damiano David, your fellow band member. It was perfect. Damiano and you kind of knew each other the longest and you were like best friends, but he knew very well that Damiano and you found each other attractive. But then again, can he blame you, really? He couldn't. And so he didn't. Instead, he found this situation as a perfect plan to finally get it on with Damiano and you.

And so, this is how you ended up here. Standing in the middle of your kitchen, leaning back again your kitchen counter as you listened to your boyfriend and your fellow band member's plan. Group sex. With the two of them. You were actually very found of that idea, but you were still kind of nervous. After all, you have never done that before. Ethan and Damiano sensed your hesitation and quickly started to reassure you.

"Don't worry, dove." Damiano whispered as he came closer to you and softly started to cerise your soft cheek. "If you don't want to do it we don't have to. But if you want to do it, you don't have to worry. Ethan and I will take good care of you."

"So what do you say, amore?" Ethan got behind you as he slowly, softly started to plant kisses on your neck, Damiano slowly moving your hair off of your shoulder so Ethan could get more access to your neck. You couldn't help but to let out a little whimper. It felt so good, you started to slowly, but surely, relax against the passionate hold of your fellow band mates.

"So what do you say, little love?" Ethan whispered in your ear. "Do you fancy the idea of having the two of us?" You felt yourself shiver as you slowly nodded your head against him as he continued to give you endless kisses and now marks on your neck.

"Words, princess." Damiano softly growled under his breath as his hand found itself suddenly wrapped around your neck. "Yes. I want you, both."

"To what?" Damiano continued to tease you endlessly and it was truly tortures for you. For all of you. But Damiano was a tease, both Ethan and you should have known that for a fact.

"To fuck me." You moaned loudly just wanting for this to start already.

"Good answer." Ethan said as literally picked you up and carried you to Ethan's and your bedroom. Damiano slowly trailing behind you.

Once you got inside, Ethan gently threw you on the middle of the bed as Damiano shut the door behind him. In a matter of seconds, your clothes where nowhere to be found. Not like any of you actually cared about that. As you laid there completely naked, Ethan and Damiano showed you with compliments and endless kisses and sucking and bitting.

You were enjoying yourself so much, you didn't know it could be that good. Suddenly, it seemed like non of you three could take this torture anymore. Damiano got up and walked to the end of the bed. Ethan was drowning you in a passionate kiss as you suddenly felt Damiano grab your legs and you were quickly, quite needy, pulled toward him. Ethan never stopped his attack on you as your legs were dramatically pulled apart.

"Now I want to hear you scream our names, little dove." Damiano ordered you as he suddenly dived into your folds.

He started to quite literally make out with your little wet cunt. It was so passionate and so hot that you could help yourself, but to practically scream. Ethan suddenly started to attack your soft breasts. It felt to good. One of your hands found itself tangled in Ethan's hair and your other hand was gripping the bed sheets. You felt like you were about to explode. It started to get so much that you quickly felt your lower stomach tighten.

"Ethan! Damiano! Ahh-" You moaned their names loudly. It felt as if, after they heard you moan like that, they didn't slow down one bit. They spead up. You thought that it would be impossible for them to go faster than they're already going, but it turned out that you were clearly wrong. "I'm gonna-! Ah!"

"We know. Let go, amore." Ethan encouraged you and so you did just that. You released all over Damiano's tongue as you tried to catch your breath. Ethan continued to kiss your chest as Damiano started to continued to suck you dry.

You started to moan again as you tried to push away from Damiano because of overstimulation, but Ethan kept you in place buy placing both of his strong hands on your hips. He pinned you to the bed so you couldn't escape Damiano's vicious tongue. Just as you were about to cum again, Damiano quickly pulled away and Ethan stopped his attack on you. Damiano stood up with a slight slap on your tigh, prising you about how good you were for Ethan and him, as you continued to paint from exhaustion and disappointment from a lost orgasm. Slowly, Ethan got behind you. He pressed your back against his chest as Damiano brought the two of you to the edge of the bed.

"Now breath, little one." Ethan continued to whispered in your ear, his breath hot you felt lime you could cum again from just that. It felt so hot. It felt so much. "Damiano is gonna have your pretty little tight pussy because poor baby doesn't get you like this very often." He told you and you softly moaned at the thought of Damiano completely destroying your little cunt, giving it to you because you were their little slut. Made for their pleasures. "And I will have this amazing ass. I will enter you right here, right now. From behind while our friend fucks you." Ethan told you and you felt a sharp slap on your rounded ass. You moaned from an impact as you felt him slowly shushing you as he gently rubbed the sore spot of your ass.

"Now relax, baby." Ethan said as he slowly started to trail his hand towards your neck. He wrapped your hand around your neck and you felt him tighten his hold on it as he said his next words.

"Damiano is going to completely destroy your pussy and I'm going to completely destroy your gorgeous ass. Were going to ruin you for everyone, but ourselves. And remember this, little dove." Ethan loudly commanded as he watched Damiano slowly line up to your entrance waiting for Ethan to give him a green light. "We won't stop until you are completely dripping with our cum and begging us to stop filling you up. We may not even stop then." Ethan whispered hotly in your ear as he pressed his thumb against your lips. You immediately started to suck on his thumb wishing it was his cock and Damiano moaned at the sight.

"Fucking slut." He chuckled as he pinched your left nipple watching you as you moaned some more.

"Now prepare yourself. This may hurt a little." And boy it did. The two of them were so big that your poor little pussy and ass barely took both of them inside. Damiano started to literally moan as he entered you.

"I can't believe that your so fucking tight." He cried a bit, completely at your mercy. He was so drunk off of the feeling of your pussy squeezing him, milking him dry. "I'm gonna fucking destroy you, princess, you won't be able to walk for days." He promised you as he started to slowly rub your clit to help you get used to the feeling of them.

Ethan was not so much different. You were practically melting against his hold. He kept his grip on your neck as he entered you. He started to breathe heavily as he felt like he could cum just from your tight ass struggling to keep him inside. He brought his hand down very fast and he felt you yelp from the impact before he started to rub your sore ass and kiss your exposed back. You felt like you were in the middle of life and death. It was just so good that you didn't want the pain to stop. Ever. Hot tears were streaming down your cheeks as Ethan kissed them away. Damiano and him barely kept it together, but they would never even dream of making you feel even slightest bit uncomfortable so they stood frozen on their spot. After a while you ordered them to move. You couldn't take it anymore.

They both started to rock their hips, slowly picking up the pace. You were moaning so loudly. Ethan's hand around your neck, the other one was placed around your ribs fucking into you at inhuman speed. Damiano's head was thrown back as one of his hands was holding your legs open as wide as they could go and his other hand was gripping at your hip. Ethan and Damiano could practically feel that they were touching each other inside of you. It was tortures for all three of you.

"Ugh! Damiano! Ethan!" You were moaning uncontrollably as you felt like the coil inside of you was about to snap. "I'm gonna-!" You didn't even get to finish you sentence as you came so hard on them both. They picked up their paice. You were moaning from overstimulation as they both came inside of you. After a while they both pulled out of you, watching your pussy tighten around nothing as both of your holes were leaking with their cum. They started to finger you softly as Damiano kept shushing you. You were moaning softly, exhausted and overstimulated. They both fucked their cum back inside of you. After they were satisfied with their job, both of them collapsed on the bed on each side of you. They covered you in kisses as you tried to catch your breath.

"Rest, amore. Were not done with you yet."

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NSFW🚨 nasty smutterific filth ° Ethan Torchio/female reader insert ° If you like my dirty laundry, There's no need for you to clean me- your boyfriend definitely doesnt hate it when you leave your dirty panties lying around the house wordcount::: 5,444 ° commissioned by my baby jace (@wow-ihateithere) 💋 another super fun idea, its always great breaking new ground with you! [requests are open] [but commissions are priority! snatch up the 7th spot in my cue!] ° lyrics stolen from adore delano ° [ITA:] cazzo: fuck

Dustin' off my dirty laundry Get to work if you want wet dreams

That post workout flow of endorphins was gone. You weren’t feeling very energised as you got out of your car, heading for the front door of your flat. The only thing you were interested in was a shower, so ready to get all traces of the sweat accumulated at the gym off of your body.

You were expecting to find Ethan in a similar low-energy mood - your boyfriend had been struggling with jet-lag since getting home from tour last night. You anticipated a night of nothing more adventurous than snuggling, and maybe catching up on the new episodes of Futurama. And you didn’t need anything more than that to be happy.

You unlocked the front door and stepped inside to find only one lamp switched on in the living room. This, coupled with the general absence of noise in your home, led you to thinking that Ethan was asleep. You imagined curling up in the bed beside him, lying your head on his chest because it was far superior to the pillows that had been your only option these past weeks. Your cat, Pluto, was asleep in his typical spot on the coffee table, not even turning his head in your direction.

By the door, you removed your sneakers. Then you set off in the direction of the bedroom. You could see its door was shut, but around its edges a source of light was visible. This didn’t strike you as odd, you figured the door was shut to keep Ethan from being bothered by any potential burst of energy from Pluto (wanting to avoid him tearing into the room with a case of the zoomies).

Before turning the knob, you heard some noises coming from the other side of the door. They were so muffled that you almost didn’t notice them. They were both out of place and familiar at the same time. Your first thought for the source was that Ethan was talking in his sleep (something you had witnessed a couple of times in the year since the beginning of your relationship).

But when you turned the knob and opened the door, you found that Ethan wasn’t asleep. He was sitting upright on your bed, with two parts of his body in motion.

You could now identify those noises as moans, even though they were still somewhat muffled. They were muffled by the piece of fabric that covered his mouth.

He was masturbating - his hand jerking his dick as his pants and briefs sat bunched up around his ankles. With his eyes shut, you were unnoticed as you took a couple of silent steps into the room. You took in all of the details of this scene you had stumbled upon, fascinated in a way that made your cheeks fill with heat. The speed that he was working his dick at made you think that he hadn’t just begun, he was clearly very warmed up (potentially close to his orgasm). Viewing his pure and unashamed arousal was stirring something inside of you, you were no longer only thinking about taking that shower.

Looking at what he held to his nose, you thought there was something familiar about that particular shade of lilac. He kept his nose buried in it, his hand holding steady even through the shaking of his limbs.

You almost gasped when you recognised that piece of material - it was a section of your panties. Specifically, the pair of underwear that you had taken off your body this morning. After removing them you must have left them on the ground by your side of the bed, where the lingerie had gotten Ethan’s attention, as well as getting him hard.

You were thoroughly surprised and you couldn’t tear your eyes off of him. You weren’t sure how to react, but you knew that you didn’t want to do anything to discourage him.

You licked your lips, questioning if now was the right time to speak, even as you began to talk. “Sweetheart?”

His reaction was immediate, he ripped the underwear away from his face and curled them up tightly in his fist, almost as if he was trying to make them disappear. His hand swiftly left his cock as he scooted across the bed, moving away from you. His face was bright pink, it looked to be hot enough to instantaneously melt an ice-cube. His eyes were wild and you noticed the way he only briefly looked at your face, proceeding to look anywhere but.

“Cazzo, I’m sorry, I’m really- I- shit.” He said breathlessly.

“You don’t have to apologise.” You soothed. “I feel like I should be the one apologising, ‘cause I interrupted.”

He hadn’t yet decided how he wanted to sit, squirming as he tried to reposition so as to somewhat conceal his cock. “No, it’s fine, it’s- I guess I just lost track of time. I didn’t even hear you come in.”

You keenly smiled at him as you made your way over to the bed. “So, what’cha doin’?”

He looked down, his eyes on the nightstand. “I got a little horny.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” He repeated hollowly, he had moved the hand holding the underwear behind himself. But you weren’t about to forget that they were there.

You stopped at the side of the bed. “You decided to have a different kind of workout while I was at the gym, huh?”

“Something like that.”

“Hey, what’s going on?” You asked, you were trying to coax him into looking up at you. You stroked your fingers through the loose strands of hair that were threatening to fall in front of his face. “Are you alright?”

“I’m embarrassed here, love.” He told you. “Look at what you walked in on me doing.”

“So? You’ve walked in on me playing with myself before.”

He shook his head, which he was still holding down. “That’s totally different. You knew that I was coming in. It was part of the seduction, it was planned, it was…” He trailed off with a huff. “And you didn’t just walk in on me masturbating, I was sniffing your dirty panties.”

That made everything crystal clear in your head. There had been a secondary scenario that you had been putting together, seeking out the less obvious explanation. You had wondered if he had taken it upon himself to do some laundry, resulting in the clean lingerie being close at hand when he had needed something to muffle his enthusiastic reactions to the masturbating.

But the situation was exactly as it had first appeared - he had sought out the worn garment, sought out the smell of your cunt as he got himself off.

“And that’s fine.” You said simply.

He looked up at you, an expression of incredulity on his face. “What?”

“What?”

This only served to deepen the furrow in his brow. “No, that’s what I said, you can’t just repeat what I say, that’s not how conversations work.”

“Right.” You said, slowly beginning to make the moves to sit in his lap. When he didn’t deter you in any way, you lowered yourself down and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. You were trying your best to make eye contact, even as he continued to act very shy. “It’s okay, really. You have nothing to apologise for and I don’t want you to be embarrassed. I know that it’s easier said than done, but could you give not being embarrassed a try…” You swooped in to give him a kiss on the cheek. “...for me?”

“I guess.” He said. “Truly, you don’t have a problem with this?”

“Why would I?”

“It’s a perverted thing to do, there’s a reason why I was doing it in secret. It’s nasty, it’s- it’s…”

You had taken to stroking your fingers along the back of his neck as you listened to him gathering his thoughts. “Oh, sweetheart, I would have thought that you knew me well enough by now to know that nastiness is fine with me. I’m a fan of it, in fact.”

This earned you what felt like the first substantial eye contact since you had arrived home. You savoured it, the smile that you had been wearing broadened.

“You promise that you’re not repulsed?” He asked earnestly.

“I promise.” You told him immediately. “I’m just surprised and kind of curious.”

He had placed one of his arms around your waist, happy to keep sharing this closeness with you. You were glad that he was no longer trying to run, he had become present and it brought warmth to your heart.

He leaned in a little closer and you could see those hints of stress were gone from his handsome face. “What are you curious about?”

“I can ask…?”

He nodded as he rested his hand high up on your thigh. “You can. I’ll tell you when I don’t wanna answer.”

You nibbled on your bottom lip as you put extra consideration into what words you were picking. This moment felt fragile and you handled it as such, not wanting to disrespect him in any way. You wanted only positive things to come from this conversation.

“Were you horny before you picked the panties up? Or were they the catalyst?” You asked.

“Catalyst.” He said. “I was getting back into bed from the bathroom and I didn’t even see them, I just stood on them. When I saw what it was, I picked them up. And before I knew what I was doing, I was sniffing them. Then one sniff turned into another, and another and, well you saw how that ended up. The aforementioned nastiness.”

“Wow.” It was all that you could manage to say while your mind was rushed with so many thoughts, and fantasies. You were getting back some of that energy that had dwindled following your workout.

“Yeah, it’s dirty, I know.” He said.

“It’s hot.” You said, asserting what you had been thinking. “You’re saying that I don’t even have to be in the same room as you to get you so turned on that you have to touch yourself… That’s crazy hot, love.”

“Do you think so?”

“Fuck yes!”

He was wearing a small smile and all of his issues with eye contact were seemingly behind him. “What would you think if I told you that this wasn’t my first time doing this?”

“Really?” You asked, your heart beating faster.

“Yeah. It’s not, like, a regular habit or anything. But a couple of times in the past- one time, before we were living together, you left a pair at my place, and smelling them just got me feeling this undeniable way.” He said, with his hand rubbing your thigh. “I don’t know what other questions you have, but what it basically boils down to is I like your scent, like, a lot.”

This was a compliment that you hadn’t realised you needed to hear.

One of your greatest insecurities was how much you sweated. The excessive sweating had come on as a side effect of anxiety meds, prescribed two years ago, and it wasn’t just uncomfortable. It had spurred worries regarding your appearance (you were often regarding yourself as a sweaty mess), especially the way it could disrupt your applied makeup.

Then there were the fears of carrying a terrible odour with you. You had tried every deodorant that promised to stop sweat. You kept a travel-size bottle of perfume in your backpack at all times. You were vigilant, never leaving the house without first taking a thorough shower.

Some people feared public speaking, you were scared to be perceived as smelling bad by anyone at any time. It was like you were always waiting to be ashamed.

You were the one who did the laundry, rejecting Ethan’s offers to take on the chore. Because your dirty clothes were gross. You didn’t want him to have to deal with the unintentionally filthy part of your existence, you always wanted to give him only your best and the embarrassment of your sweating was your secret to keep.

But he had shattered that belief, revealing to you just how much time had been wasted on insecurities. He loved you, even those parts of you that you wished away.

“I guess you could call it a guilty pleasure of mine.” He said.

You turned your body to face his, repositioning a little in his lap. “Maybe my post-gym shower can wait.”

“It definitely can wait.”

You had moved to bring both of your knees to the mattress, resting on either side of him. “Yeah, you can get your fix straight from the source.”

You tilted your head to the side, watching his eyes flutter shut as you leaned in closer. Your lips met, a sharp inhale from him indicating his excitement. You wrapped your arms snugly around him as your mouths worked together, finding the pace to match your desires.

He placed his hands firmly to your back, bringing your chest flush to his. There wasn’t any room for worries, you were too busy sinking into this embrace, with all of its enticing potential.

He manoeuvred his mouth, closing his lips around your lower lip. He gently began to suck on this and you responded by grinding in his lap a little. Moving your hips in a slow circle allowed you to gain the knowledge that he was still erect. This gave you a swell of endorphins, a rush powerful enough to block everything else out.

“Dirty boy…” You moaned, your words only slightly impeded by having him still attached to your lip.

He leaned back with a sigh. “I know.”

You moved your hands to the top of his covered pectorals. “You’re, like, the dirtiest boy.”

“I am.” He said, going along with your teasing.

You pushed, putting some distance between the two of you in favour of getting him flat on his back. Your hands went to the hem of the old T-shirt he had been wearing, you lifted it away from his skin and he assisted in taking it off. You ran your hands along the ridges of his torso as you leaned down. You covered his mouth in kisses, hearing his breathy moans in between.

“You don’t have to hide it from me. Let me get dirty with you.” You said, looking into his soulful eyes.

After stealing another kiss from him, you got up. From a drawer of his bedside table, you pulled out a condom and handed this over to him.

Instead of assisting in its application, you remained standing off to the side of the bed. You started to remove the stretchy clothes that you had worn to the gym, too curious, too turned on to not watch his progress as you did so. You left your clothes on the floor and he got his legs free from the pants and underwear he had still been wearing.

Once naked, he repositioned, moving up to lay his head on the pillow. Expectantly, he kept his eyes on you, waiting for your next move. He was allowing you to set the tone.

And you had plenty of things in mind.

You climbed back onto the bed to climb on top of him. His eyes explored your nakedness as you straddled his hips. His hands caressed up-and-down your sides as you settled on top of him.

“I love you, sweetheart.” He said.

You had been expecting only dirty talk from here on. But this wasn’t an unwelcome thing to hear, it brought a smile to your face as you leaned down, getting more kisses from him. “I love you too.”

His hands stroked across your cheeks as he reached up for your hair. “I just want you to know how appreciative I am…” He had that trademark ‘serious Ethan’ look on his face as he looked into your eyes. “You took a moment that I thought was bad, really bad, I felt terrible. But now you’ve totally turned it around, you’ve made it so much better.”

“And I’m not done making it better.” You said.

You kissed him with your heart fluttering in your chest. You were feeling a different kind of motivation, inspired by the collision of lust and love. It was an irresistible cocktail that you indulged in, seeking a deeper kiss.

As your mouths moved together, you sought to satisfy the other desires in you, beginning to work your hips. You kept your thighs tensed as you rolled your hips back, bringing your wet slit to his erection. You shared your arousal with him in this new way, stroking him with your cunt.

He was already so eager and it wasn’t long before he started to move beneath you. His arms were wound so tightly around you as he squirmed, seeking to create friction between you.

You whined on his lips as you began to stretch yourself open on his tip. You eased yourself down and he remained still, allowing you to be in charge of this moment. You moved one of your hands into his hair, wrapping your fingers around some strands as the pressure built up inside of you.

Your pussy gripped him as you got yourself lower, your hips getting closer to his. You swiped your tongue back-and-forth along his upper lip, feeling that familiar shape before you pushed inside. You massaged across the roof of his mouth, experiencing more of his taste.

He was breathless as you pulled away. You shifted your body weight to your knees as you sat up, his arms slipping from around you. He put his hands to your waist as he stared at you. You could see the wildness in his eyes, so much passion waiting to be set free as you steadied yourself.

His hands gripped down, squeezing your ample hips when you started to thrust your hips into him. His mouth fell open and you could feel how much his shaft was throbbing inside of you. More excitement rushed into you with each rock in your developing rhythm.

Unsurprisingly, his sense of restraint wasn’t as prominent as was typical, leading him to moving you into a faster tempo. He didn’t hold back from snapping his hips into you, his swollen balls slapping on your ass as he strived to satisfy the desperation built up inside of him. You squeezed your thighs tighter against him, intending to stick with him as you reached that next level of pleasure.

The sensations swarming your body only grew more powerful, infusing your movements with a sense of greed as you continued to meet his every jerk. Shutting your eyes, you listened to his every failed attempt to catch his breath punctuated by his ecstatic whimpers.

His hands squeezed you tighter, trimmed fingernails digging into your skin as he got faster again. His hungry pumps came in, getting you closer to the peak with this exciting massage.

As his hips stuttered and moved unpredictably, you knew that he was on the verge of capturing his climax. You writhed with him, trying to stay as consistent as possible. His whines were getting louder, and with absolutely nothing to cover his mouth this time around, you were able to hear exactly what you were doing to him.

With his back arched, he could stroke deeper into you. You were getting short on breath and in the darkness of your shut eyes, you were seeing stars blooming to life.

“Oh, love- ah, unf…” He moaned in response to your continued grinding.

His tensed body shot up, recklessly colliding into you one final time. Your nerves were on fire at the feeling of having him at your sweet spot. But the delicious pressure here was short-lived.

He rocked back as he began to disappear into his orgasm. His hands released on you and he was falling out of anything that resembled a rhythm. Gasping for air, he got lost in it all.

Despite the tension that possessed your body, begging to be resolved, you stilled yourself. You gave him a pause to come back from that intense high. You looked down to where he lay, one arm placed over his eyes as he worked at catching his breath. He had unravelled for you, stuck with the after-effects of that for the moment.

You waited, your eyes on him as you remained committed to this elevated state. You watched the rhythmic, predictable rise-and-fall of his chest.

You didn’t know how much time had passed. But you knew that you were ready to go when he uncovered his eyes, looking at you. You licked your lips and ran one of your hands up his torso. Eagerly, your inner-walls fluttered as you amused yourself by drawing a circle around one of his nipples.

You tested what he would let you get away with, giving your hips a little roll. He didn’t give any indication that your energy was in the wrong place, tilting his pelvis for you as a determined look came onto his face. He picked up your hand and brought it up to his face. He started to tenderly place kisses upon each fingertip as you moved in another experimental rock. Then another, and another, and another, all the while his lips moved across your fingers.

With each thrust feeling better than the last, you were soon finding your rhythm again. It felt so good to get back to moving properly and from your pussy, new sensitivities were stroked to life.

He began to suck on two of your fingers as you drove into him harder. You were holding back less as you enjoyed the way that your body was reacting more.

Losing your composure was absolutely effortless and you slumped forward, more of your body weight crashing down onto him. You grabbed for the head of the bed for some more support as you kept the power in your thrusts.

“Fuck, yes.” You moaned, delighted by the increase of friction between your bodies.

“You feel so incredible.” He said of your keenly-clenching walls.

He put a hand to the small of your back, moving his body with you to increase the impact of every collision. The two of you worked for that mutual goal and you could feel that spectacular peak getting closer.

You plunged yourself down harder and felt the reward of him at your sweet spot. Your body tensed as your heart launched itself into your throat. You reached your hand into his hair, grasping some of the long strands to your sweaty palm as you craved more of that magic.

“Make me come, slut.” You ordered him, giving his hair a little tug.

You fucked into him quicker, bouncing yourself into a frenzy as you lost yourself in the need. Your heart pounded as the intensity only grew, overwhelming everything else.

Short on breath again, he let out a loud moan. “Fuck. I think- oh, you’re gonna make me come again.”

“Yes.” You were thrilled by the idea of it.

Your gut tightened and there were even more stars in your eyes now. You gave him your best jolts as your inner-walls spasmed wildly.

Your jaw dropped open as the magnificent climax took you over. You rode him through the peak, with him following you into his own orgasm. You savoured the feeling of becoming complete with him.

The adrenaline couldn’t get any higher and your body went limp, crumpling in the aftermath. You splayed out on the bed with him. His hand grabbed for yours, the connection remaining intact as your fingers interlaced.

He rolled over until he was close enough to wrap his arms around you. He pressed his face against the side of your neck as you each quietly moved through your states of afterglow.

“Oh, love.” You said with a sigh. “Don’t you see how much better it is when we get dirty together?”

He chuckled. “Truly superior. You’re so right.”

“Ooh, I do love it when you say that.” You said, rolling onto your side so that you could be face-to-face. “But do you know what I love hearing even more?”

His eyes were sparkling as they looked into yours. “I love you.”

“That’s right.” You said. “And I love you too.”

As he began to kiss you, you draped your arms around him. Your bodies moved closer and your limbs slipped into those familiar holds - the perfect embrace coming to the two of you naturally after so much practice. This moment was blissful in its simplicity.

“You really have no idea how relieved I am.” He said. “I thought this would be a secret I would just always have to hide from you, like a kid sneaking out to try booze behind their parents’ back.”

You had begun to push his hair back from his face. “I don’t know why you were so worried. Have I ever done anything to make you feel like I’m some sort of prude?”

“No, no way. But you never know how well someone is gonna respond to those kinkier, dirtier parts of you. I don’t think that’s the kind of thing many people would be happy to come home to.” He said.

“Well I’m happy to come home to it, very happy.” You said. “Imagine if you were the opposite and you had a bitch fit over me leaving my clothes everywhere. But you want them all over the place.”

“Damn straight.”

You sat up out of the embrace, moving until you could reach over the side of the bed. “What about these?” You asked as you picked up the pair of underwear that you had worn to the gym. They had been selected for comfort, far from the cutest pair that you owned. “Are they to your liking?”

He chuckled, taking the underwear from you. “It’s hardly a sophisticated palate that I’ve got. If it smells like your pussy then I’ll like it.”

You noticed that he wasn’t raising the lingerie to his nose, instead holding it at a respectful distance. “Sniff them.”

“Huh?”

You laid down, nice and close to him again. “Show me how you do it, dirty boy.”

“You want me to just…? Alright.”

His eyes left your face, going to the black underwear as he moved them around in his hands, seemingly looking for the section he wanted to smell first. He got to the crotch and spread it out with his index fingers. With the fabric pulled taut, he now lifted it up to his nostrils. He took a deep inhale, getting a proper sample.

“Yeah, that’s the good pussy.” He said, wearing a cheeky smile.

“I’m glad you like them.”

“No. It’s not just like, it’s love.” He said, giving the garment more sniffs.

You were rubbing his ankle with your foot. “I still feel bad for interrupting because you clearly weren’t finished.”

“Oh, I’ve definitely forgiven you.” He said.

“You should keep sniffing, get your fix.” You encouraged. “Enjoy it while it’s hot off the press.”

The look on his face hinted at him knowing that you were up to something. But he went along with your suggestion instead of raising any questions. He kept the underwear close to his face, the tip of his nose almost touching the fabric.

You put your hand to the centre of his chest, feeling how warm his skin was. At first, you were just stroking your hand up-and-down, letting your fingers trail. Then you were applying pressure, giving him a push until he got the hint and rolled onto his back.

Above your underwear, his eyes were sparkling as he watched you. You sought out a new position, placing yourself on top of him, but lower down now. His legs were covered by your body and you started to trace your fingertips along the ridges of his Adonis belt.

“Are you getting all worked up over those panties?” You asked.

“It’s hard not to.” He said. “Your panties are inherently great. They’re so cute and sexy. You look fantastic in them and when you take them off, you leave behind the best scent, without even trying. They’re really unmatched.”

You peeled the sleeve of latex off his cock, seeing the skin glisten in the light cast by the lamp. Looking up at him, you found that his eyes were still glued to you, not wanting to miss a single thing.

“Maybe next time you’re getting ready to go out on tour, I should take a more active role in helping you pack.” You said and you could see how tightly he had begun to hold the underwear. You got your mouth right up next to his dick, letting him feel the warm air that came with your every word. “I could sneak in my dirty panties and give my boy something to remind him of me when he jerks off.”

“Please.” It seemed that he couldn’t get his voice above a strained whisper.

“Sniffing my panties while we’re having phone sex, that would be the next best thing to having me there to fuck.” You said.

He didn’t have anything to say in response to this. His chest was rising-and-falling quicker than before as he watched. You brought your lips to the tensed tip of his cock, placing a kiss here.

But you didn’t let this become the centre of your focus. You moved towards the base of his shaft and used your tongue to clean up some of the expelled cum. You saw him twitch as you moved your tongue, collecting more of his essence. His unique taste coated your tongue as you worked slowly and thoroughly.

You stroked your way up, saving his head for once the rest of the shaft had been cleaned. You paused to take a breath, your eyes moving back up to his face. He had lifted his head from the pillow in his eagerness to see what you would do next. His nose and mouth had disappeared as he continued to grasp the panties to his face.

You trained the tip of your tongue down to his cock’s head, hearing his sharp inhale as contact was made. You flitted your tongue quickly back-and-forth, stimulating him at this sensitive point, amused by the way this made him squirm under you.

Then you placed your lips around the head and used your tongue in longer swipes, properly collecting the moisture beaded here. You felt his legs shift, potentially a symptom of him trying to hold back. You began to swirl your tongue.

You relaxed your lips to move down lower, his cock rubbing against your tongue as you took more of him into your mouth.

“Oh, sweetheart.” His words were thoroughly muffled by the panties as he readjusted under you, starting to arch his back.

Setting your lips in position, you worked yourself up-and-down his shaft. You applied your tongue to him as well, using this as the chaser to your strokes. You wrapped your fingers around his thigh, helping to brace yourself as you set into a rhythm.

“Please don’t stop.” He said in a little whine.

You moved quicker, taking him deeper in the process. You used your free hand to steady him, holding him close to the base. Your pacing was consistent as you anticipated that feeling of him unloading in your mouth, that feeling of his cum surging to splash into your mouth.

His shifting and squirming developed into jerking, with him no longer holding back. He began to match your speed, letting you feel just how hungry you had gotten him. His chest swelled as he glided against your firm tongue. You shut your eyes as you concentrated on the task of keeping up with him.

With a whimper, he rocked up, then froze, launched into the warmth of your mouth. Then you gained your reward, ropes of his cum shooting out to coat the inside of your mouth. He was breathless as he captured this brand new orgasm and you kept sucking, letting him fully enjoy this triumph.

Slowly, he peeled back from you, his cock sliding over your slicked lips. He returned his body to the bed, weakened by this latest release. You were swallowing as you sat up. You noticed that the panties remained over his nose, despite how he had moved his hands away.

“Fuck…” He gasped before he began to laugh breathlessly. “That was so much, so much. Literally, I think I’m gonna need to pass out for about a day to recover from all of that.”

“I hope you remember this the next time you think of keeping any kind of secret from me, love.” You said.

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[taste-your-silhouette]

I'm seeing you in a whole new light

Pairings: Ethan Torchio x  fem!reader Contents: Fluff Summary: Maneskin is in your state capital and by a stroke of luck, you manage to bring your favorite band to perform in your small hometown, thanks to Ethan. Words: ~1980 The same A/N: Please, forgive me again if you come across any errors while reading.

Your favorite band is about to rock your state capital, but unfortunately, you won't be able to join the party since you live way upstate. You've moved on from the stage of feeling bummed out and furious about missing out. Now, you're embracing it and finding ways to occupy yourself on the day of the show. Have you figured out your action plan to keep yourself occupied and prevent those thoughts of them being close yet distant from clouding your mind?

You're in your city's downtown with your dad today, helping him with some pesky errands and killing time. The two of you went your separate ways, and now you're strolling through the vibrant city all by yourself.

You're not accustomed to the lively city atmosphere with its cacophony of car honks and bustling crowds. People are bustling about, some strolling while others practically sprinting. Just when you thought the day couldn't get any busier, your cell phone rings, adding another layer of chaos to the mix.

"Oh my goodness, what a disaster!" you grumble, keeping your head down as you try to navigate through the crowd without colliding with anyone while answering your phone. Unfortunately, your attempt proves unsuccessful, and you end up colliding with someone, causing both of you to tumble to the ground and face each other.

It's impossible not to recognize who ended up on the ground with you. Right in front of you, sitting on the floor is Ethan!

"Oh, my ass!" he complains, but despite the pain, he maintains a good-natured tone of voice.

You chuckle and agree:

"Yeah, falling on your rear end hurts."

"Let me give you a hand."

Ethan helps you up, and then he starts patting his backside to clean his pants. You do the same, returning your attention to the people and all the chaos around you.

"Sorry, um... I..." you begin to say, but there's so much you want to express that it's impossible not to stutter. "I didn't see you. I was a bit distracted, and... could we take a picture together? Sorry again, it's just that I'm a huge fan of Måneskin, and I didn't realize you guys were already in town. Unfortunately, I won't be able to attend the show, and I wanted to avoid being reminded that you all were around. You arrived well before the concert, right? Anyway, I'm rambling too much. Sorry once again."

"Don't worry, take it easy! I was also walking without paying attention, so I'm partly to blame. Hey, why don't you come with me? Let me treat you to a drink if you'd like, and I can even get you a couple of tickets to the show."

You desperately want to accept and go anywhere with him, and you're about to say a million yeses, but your cell phone rings once again with your father's name displayed prominently on the screen.

"I can't believe I'm gonna pass up on this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity," you mutter to yourself.

"What did you say? Are we going?" Ethan offers a hesitant smile.

"Oh, I really, really want to, but I can't... I live far outside the city, and my dad's waiting for me so we can head back before it gets dark."

"Ohh, I see..." He responds, clearly disappointed.

Ethan starts to glance downwards and around as if searching for the right words in his mind. "Then let me fulfill your request and take the picture you asked for. It's only fair, considering I bumped into you too."

You both take some nice photos, and you've thanked Ethan countless times for being so willing to take pictures with you. You bid each other goodbye, and as you take a few steps away, he catches up with you, slightly out of breath, and asks, "Could I have your phone number?"

"Do you want my phone number? Absolutely!"

Ethan offers you his phone so you can enter your number, and you add your name as well. "Y/N, it's a pleasure!"

When you reunite with your father, he's on the verge of scolding you for being late. To avoid the argument, you melodramatically recount how you fell in the street, conveniently omitting the part about meeting the love of your life, who had no idea you existed until yesterday. But for the next few hours, he'll feel a twinge of pain whenever he sits down and remember you! Even though he probably won't text you, having your phone number is enough.

//

4 days have flown by, and tomorrow is the big Måneskin concert. Ethan still hasn't sent you a text. Despite all your plans to distract yourself from the impending show, everything has been ruined because your thoughts are consumed by the concert and Ethan.

You could have encountered any of the 4 band members, but it was only Ethan, the one you're head over heels for. He's now firmly stuck in your mind, occupying the top spot in your thoughts. The huge poster on the ceiling of his room is his, the first face you see in the morning and the last one before you drift off to sleep. You loved that encounter on the street, but now all you can do is replay that moment in your head and gaze at your phone screen, where a picture of the two of you resides, eagerly awaiting a message from him.

While you're browsing through the other snapshots you've captured, a notification appears from an unfamiliar number:

Y/N? Hey! It's Ethan!

Hoping everything's groovy with you.

OMG, it's ETHAN!!

As you struggle to compose a response, erasing and rewriting it multiple times, he sends another message:

Is this where you reside?

Accompanying the message is a photo of his own house.

And well, it's simply your humble abode.

//

You don't even respond to his message; you simply bolt out of the house and spot Ethan leaning against a sleek black ride right in front of your crib.

Approaching him with a wide grin, you inquire, "How did you track me down? Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I'm just genuinely curious."

Before Ethan can answer, the car's rear window slides halfway down, and Damiano chimes in, "So, you're Y/N? Ethan's been losing his mind ever since he fell on his rear with you." He bursts into laughter. "He wouldn't rest until he figured out how far you live, and when he did..."

"Can you keep it down?" Ethan interrupts Damiano and leads you away from the car, holding your hand gently.

"He can't hold back, he'd spill the beans."

"All of you came here?"

"Yeah, Vic and Thomas went to grab a bite, and Damiano tagged along with me because I needed to see you."

"I..."

"Shh, let me elaborate. Over these past 4 days, I've been on a mission to find you. You mentioned living far away and not being able to attend the show, so I thought I'd bring a piece of the show to you." Ethan concludes with a smile.

"What? Like, seriously? Are you guys going to perform here in this remote place?"

"Yeah! I managed to convince our producer. We'll play a few songs, nothing too extravagant, but at least you'll get a glimpse of the show." Ethan flashes a gentle smile.

You try your best to contain yourself, but upon hearing this, overwhelming happiness fills you up. You start jumping and twirling with joy, unable to contain your emotions. You give Ethan a tight hug and exclaim,

"Thank you so, so much! You have no clue how incredibly happy I am!"

He hugs you back.

"No need to thank me, that's the least I could do after accidentally knocking you down in the middle of a bustling street."

You step back and observe the way Ethan gazes at you as if his eyes are sparkling.

"Well, I've got to go now. Let's get ready. I'll text you the time and location, all right?"

You nod and reply, "Okay, See you later”

Ethan retreats towards the car, still giving you a distinct look, but it's not a negative one.

"See you, Y/N," he says with a smile.

//

You arrive at the spot Ethan instructed you to come at the designated time. It's a quaint little town, and it seems like the entire town has gathered here. Even if they're not familiar with Måneskin, everyone is eager for something out of the ordinary, something different from their usual surroundings.

You make your way to a spot near the impromptu stage and reunite with some friends.

"Can you believe it? Måneskin is right here!" one of them exclaims with immense excitement.

"It's like a surreal dream," another friend remarks.

You simply laugh and nod in agreement, opting not to share what had happened earlier. Instead, you immerse yourself in the pre-show excitement with your friends.

Damiano, Vic, and Thomas emerge from behind the curtain, and Ethan joins them, taking his place on the drums.

His gaze sweeps across the place, landing on you, and he flashes a smile, accompanied by a playful wink.

"Hey everyone, this little gig is dedicated to our newest buddy Y/N!" Damiano announces before launching into a song.

Your friends turn to you, shrieking with excitement, and you join in the ecstatic chorus, letting your screams blend with theirs.

//

The concert was absolutely mind-blowing, it had such an intimate and enchanting vibe like a total dream come true. Once the show ended, you and your friends pick up right where you left off, reliving every moment and sharing all the details. The excitement is contagious as your friends can't contain their screams of joy, and you're equally thrilled, buzzing with the same level of enthusiasm for the incredible performance.

"Will Ethan stay connected with you, Y/N?" one of your friends inquires.

Well, you're not sure, but you're holding onto that hope with all your heart.

Before you can respond, your friend's face suddenly transforms, and as you turn around, you find Ethan standing right behind you.

"Oh, I definitely want to keep connected with Y/N," he says, locking eyes with you and giving a charming smile.

One of your friends discreetly nudges the others away, granting you and Ethan some much-needed privacy.

"Thanks a million for everything, this gig was mind-blowing, I couldn't have even dreamt of this day."

"Don't mention it. We all had a blast, but I gotta admit, I had an extra blast. And I meant every word when I said I wanna stay connected with you."

You flash a smile and momentarily hesitate before reaching up and caressing his cheek tenderly.

"I'm totally up for that," you whisper.

"I wa-"

"Hey Ethan, we gotta bounce!" Damiano shouts, cutting him off.

Ethan simply brushes his knuckles against your cheek and says,

"We'll meet again," he leans closer to your face, "count on it."

He plants a lingering kiss on one of your cheeks and another one on the other cheek, but this time, it's dangerously close to your lips.

"See you, Y/N," he whispers in your ear and strolls away.

You stand there frozen for a few minutes, trying to process everything that just unfolded.

Your phone vibrates in your pocket, snapping you back to reality.

You beam with excitement when you see Ethan's name on the notification.

"Every second with you was pure magic... I'm eagerly counting down the minutes until our next rendezvous."

You swiftly type:

"Next time, can you aim that smooch right on target?"

In the blink of an eye, another message arrives:

"That's definitely on my mind."

And so, you both carry on the conversation through messages, followed by marathon phone calls that stretch for hours. Then, one day, you drift off to sleep and wake up to find in front of you a living, breathing Ethan—much better than a simple poster on the ceiling.

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[filthforfriends]

Just imagine Ethan as a Dad that would be just *chefs kiss* 💋

I imagine his 4 year old kiddo running up to him with a "drawing" thats just scribbles on a page for the 7th time today. Ethan is sitting at his computer, trying to produce music, but he's also hellbent on encouraging his child's creativity, regardless of how it tests his patience.

So when he hears the high pitched screech of "Papà, papà, look what I made!" Of course the child bursts into the room without knocking and interrupts him mid-thought.

"Ah, okay. One moment," he'd placate while halfway lost in rhythm. (I can so clearly hear those words in his tone of voice.) His kid has at least learned to wait for this. Of course they're also vibrating with excitement, next to some very expensive, very breakable equipment. Ethan can't really focus while worried that his child is going to trip over a bass drum petal and take the skin of their entire shin. This was supposed to be dad's special room, where only grownups were allowed, but he'd broken that rule before the little ones could even talk by showing them his music.

"Aright, what do we have?" His hands would land on his thighs as punctuation while Ethan turned his chair and refocused attention.

"I made a present for you!" Cue piece of notebook paper with a bunch of red and green lines thrust into Ethan's hands.

"Oh, wow. A Christmas tree in May!" He'd act excited and his kiddo would know not to be put off by his almost monotone way of speaking. Thats just how papà talks.

"No, papà its a crab! Don't you see it?" Ethan couldn't bear the disappointed expression that children make when adults don't understand their drawings. He would tilt his head to the side and pretend to have a revelation.

"Oh, now I do! Of course I can see right here" gestures vaguely to a part of the page. "It is clearly a crab, yes."

"That's its leg."

"And how many legs do crabs have?" Ethan gets up and grabs the tape he keeps in the desk drawer expressly for this purpose. He hangs the paper on the one wall that isn't soundproofed next to many other drawings. A composite of his favorites would become the cover art of a future album.

"Six!"

"Almost..." he coaxes, encouraging.

"Um, eight. Like a spider. A sea spider!"

"A sea spider?" he'd repeat, using his most theatrical voice. Ethan would lift his little one off the ground with an exaggerated groan, making them burst into giggles.

"How many claws?"

"Two! Thats easy."

"Alright, do you know if mamma or dad are home, yet, my little marine biologist?" The Torchio household nanny would be waiting right outside the door, ready to take the kid from Ethan's arms. He had made it clear that the children were allowed to interrupt him to give him their art.

"Your mamma just pulled into the driveway." Their nanny would speak directly to the little one, as per request of Ethan and his partners. He wanted his children to be treated like equals, talked to not over. Upon hearing their mamma come through the door the child would wiggle around until set on the ground so they could go running through the house, squealing. Ethan doesn't bother reminding them to knock for the 7th time today.

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[writingmaneskin]

i've dreamt about you nearly every night this week - an Ethan Torchio blurb

Pairings : Ethan Torchio x GN!Reader

Summary: Your relationship's decay leaves both of you haunted by the other.

Words: 880

A/N: Quick blurb that came about from the Arctic Monkeys' song Do I wanna know?

Warnings: it's angsty

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Ethan woke up in the middle of the night, sweat covering his body. He knew he still had plenty of time to sleep, yet it felt that now that he was awake, sleep was very far off. 

He sat up in the bed and reached to the nightstand to take his phone, always looking for that notification, for a sign, anything from you.

Yet there was none.

He’d driven your home after your last dinner and gone home himself, wishing that he’d invited you over to stay instead. Your relationship was still fresh, not even a year in, yet with his travelling and your business, it felt like the two of you had been together for even less time but he was smitten.

But there was trouble in paradise.

**

Wherever he travelled, he’d send you pictures and the two of you would exchange sweet voice notes and be on calls whenever possible, yet it wasn’t enough. He needed more and so did you, but there wasn’t much to be done.

You wanted this to work, you wanted it more than anything else but there was doubt in your heart despite the affection that you felt for him. You felt doubt that you would be enough, doubt that the distance would eventually destroy everything that you were trying to build between you two. 

Unconsciously, you made your choice. 

You started building a wall around your heart, trying desperately to protect it from the heartbreak that you felt was inevitable.

You started texting less, calling less, replying with monosyllabic texts, busying yourself more and more as you tried to protect your heart and ensure your own survival in the worst possible outcome that you expected to happen.

Yet, the one thing that you had promised to do, you didn’t. You didn’t protect him.

When Ethan realised he was losing you, he was in denial and tried to keep you. He tried and tried, with small and grand gestures to show that he was not going anywhere, that he was committed and that he wanted to make it work with you.

Part of him felt like you deserve better, part of him knew that you deserve someone that would be there and in those moments he hated his job and his passion for keeping him away from you. 

He wanted to be there, to celebrate your wins, to be there when you needed him, not just through text but to also be able to hold you, to comfort you.

The more you stepped away, the more he felt haunted, the more it affected both of you.

You started closing off, turning more and more into a workaholic and not leaving much space for anything else - be it time for friends, family or emotions. No room for anything that might leave space for thought or feeling, just work.

And him? Well, he wasn’t able to give 100% at work either. His performances went down a bit and he did what he had to do but his heart wasn’t in it.

“You two either need to figure it out or break up.” Vic suggested, after seeing her friend suffer for long enough. “I know you like them but this whole thing is affecting you.” 

“Of course it’s affecting me. I like them a lot and I want this to work.” 

“Then make it work.”

“It doesn’t depend only on me.”

**

“Thank you for the lovely dinner, Eth.” You told him and pressed a kiss to his cheek, not really allowing yourself more.

“It was my pleasure. When will I see you again?” He asked, kissing your hand.

“I am not sure about that yet, my schedule is quite packed but maybe before you’re off again conquering the world.” You told him, trying to leave the bitterness out of your tone.

“I’d love that. And I’d love to take you with me some time.” 

“Sure, we can talk about that.” You agreed, knowing that it wasn’t likely to happen. You kissed him very gently, your heart leaping for a moment before you got out of the car and into your apartment, leaving him downstairs alone as you had an early start to the day and he needed all the sleep he could get.

You wanted to text him good night, text him something to make sure that he’d gotten home alright but you stopped yourself from doing it. Instead, you went through your nightly routine and went to bed trying not to think about the handsome man that you were pushing away and the chances that were going to be gone soon.

He also went home. He put his hair up, took a shower and went to bed, checking if you’d texted him but only to find disappointment on the phone screen. 

Nothing. 

Silence.

Even when he was there, there was only silence.

**

Hours later when he woke, after a dream where you were in his home, the two of you sharing a meal and making plans, there was a brief moment when in sleepiness, he thought it had been real.

It wasn’t.

He stared at the chat again, reading and rereading the last texts between you two. 

He wrote in the little chat bubble.

I’ve dreamt about you nearly every night this week.

He didn’t send it. 

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[kaylalovesmaneskin]

Oh mamamia

A/n:happy Valentine’s Day I just want to say I hope y’all enjoy you day full of love an ect but I just wanted to say basically I had Worte this in a book at school one day bc I was really bored and it was like a day were we were doing a fake state test so yea buy I hope you enjoy this story love and let me know anything I missed if I did but love y’all❤️

Paring:Ethan torchio x fem!reader

Warning:swearing, teasing, choking, masterbation, a whole lot of smut and ect.

Summary:what happens when you are disobedient and not obey Ethan’s rules and wishes.

It was just another day but things were just different. Ethan wasn’t home; he was out with the band shooting the music video for their new song mamamia. You were sitting in your bed waiting for the video to upload to YouTube. “Ugh, how long is it going to take for this video to upload? Omg do they really have to make me wait.” You said as you kept on reloading the tap open on your computer. “Omg let’s go.” You screamed while jumping up and down. You clicked right on the video and it started to play. The first scene had Ethan, Vic, and Thomas in a car. You were blown away by how boyfriend Ethan looked. “Wow omg they all look so Damn good but fuck why did they have to make Ethan look so fucking fine.” You said to yourself with your eyes glued to the screen. (Bc who wouldn’t) (a few minutes past by and y’all know that scene where Ethan is drowning damiano in piss okay yes so y/n is at that part in the video.) “wow i- got no words but all I do have to say is poor dami he didn’t deserve that but fuck Ethan how are you torturing me through the fucking screen goddamit.” You yelled but then the part when Ethan wink at the camera you really had to take a minute to get your thoughts together. You had to pause the video and close your computer. You didn’t know why but you had gotten so turned on by that scene alone that you wished you were damiano but at the same time you couldn’t help but to get these dirty and sinful thoughts now plaster in your head. (Third person pov rn) Y/n watched with shock Written all over her face as Ethan scene came on grabbing dami neck and pushing him into the water drowning him and LAWD the wink sent her. She opened her laptop and played the rest of the video rolled by like nothing. The only thing that played in her head was nothing else but Ethan. She closed her laptop after the video was over and her desperate eyes searched around y/n room to find a source of relief. The pillow. No thoughts had crossed y/n mind the the pure instinct to fuck. Y/n had thrown all her clothes off her body until she was fully naked. She grabbed the pillow and got on top of it and started to begin to massage her boobs. She was thankful that she had listened to Vic who had convinced her to get a nipple piercing. She started tugging at it roughly. She scrunched her eyebrows in pain as a familiar feeling enveloped her body and a certain heat had spread to her core. “The things you do to me torchio.” She moaned slowly, grinding on the pillow. Her pace got faster as her body became reddish and sweaty,breath ragged waves of pleasure washing over her one after another. The image had come back into her head. Blue lighting his tight body suit the satisfied glint/look in his eye as he choked dami. LAWD was y/n doomed. He had told y/n to wait for him to come back home so he could give her the night she deserved for having been so patient. “Well well well what do we have here.” Ethan's deep voice shocked her, sending shivers all throughout her body. There was no playing it off naked, sweat, and grinding on a soaked pillow it was pretty obvious what y/n was doing. “Ethan please.” Y/n had begun begging; she felt as if she could only cum if his hands were on her. “What is it you slut can’t finish what you started.” He asked, sounding satisfied. Soon a large warm hand was around y/n neck. Ethan only held her for now making her know how easily he could switch the tables. “What did I fucking tell you.” His voice was now low and grave. Its intended purpose was to scare y/n but it only made her wetter. She bounced against his grip desperate to finish before he could start teasing her. “You’re not gonna stop alright sweetheart.” He chuckled. Only now was y/n scared. His grip suddenly tightened on her throat, cutting off her air and making her help. He pulled her back slowly away from the pillow away from release. “The only thing making you see stars will be my hands on your neck and ass my darling little whore you won’t be cumming for weeks my dear now I can show you how you can see stars with me my love.” He said, whispering into your ear.

#maneskin smut #ethan torchio smut #ethan torchio #måneskin #ethan torchio x reader #ethan maneskin #mama mia

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Ethan corners you. Nights with Thomas feel like old times. You have a talk with Damiano.

Content: no real smut just yet, apologies!

Word Count: 2.8k

Lesson Two: Talk about it.

"So, do you know what you like in theory though? Or is that something you're figuring out as you go along?"

You almost choked on your toothbrush, startled by the sudden appearance of no other than Ethan Torchio, who seemed to care very little about basically ambushing you in the bathroom during your nighttime routine. In fact, he looked rather contemplative, lost in thoughts. The questions were apparently pressing enough that he barely registered that he was interrupting you in a slightly awkward situation.

You quickly spat out the toothpaste, rinsing the brush under the water and drying your mouth, before turning towards him. He was a little intimidating, still. The last time you had properly hung out with them, he had looked like an adorable, weird teenager with his hair in plaits and no real fashion sense. Now he was towering over you, having long grown into his gorgeous features, toned chest visible under his tank top and everything about him screamed confidence. It seemed like the complete opposite to your own appearance in the mirro.

"What do you mean exactly?"

"Like, are you aware of any of your kinks? Do you have some specific things in mind you want to try? Are you partial to being more submissive or dominant in bed?"

The choking sensation was back, but this time it wasn't actually caused by anything in your mouth, but the tightening feeling in your chest. He was looking at you directly now. There was no judgement in his eyes, no pressure for you to know all the answers, just pure curiosity, free of any opinion on what you could possibly say.

"I... I don't know," you stammered. Of course, being sexually inexperienced didn't mean you hadn't thought about it plenty, read things online, watched things online, but suddenly, with him staring back at you, you felt like you didn't actually know anything anymore. "I'm not even sure I know how exactly a submissive or dominant person would behave, I think."

"Well," Ethan mused, a slight smile playing on his face. You knew he had the upper hand as he slowly approached you, but you didn't mind. You knew he wouldn't try to put you on the spot or set out to embarrass you in any way. It felt safe. "What's more appealing to you, then? Taking control, making all the decisions, be a little more aggressive, maybe tease or punish your partner, or..."

You didn't see his next move coming. All you knew was that one second you were staring at his lips, enthralled by every word falling from his mouth, and the next he had you pressed against the wall behind you, hands trapped against it by his own, his body pushed up to yours, letting you feel all of him. The pathetic gasp that escaped you only put a smirk on his face.

"...or do you prefer being the one having these things done to you?"

You barely managed to make out his words over the sound of your heart pounding in your chest and the noise of blood rushing in your ears. Within a single second, he had reduced you to a gasping mess, cowering under his gaze and his hold on you, ready to wait for whatever his next move was going to be. You were sure you'd go along with anything.

Unfortunately, his next move was letting go of you completely, putting distance between the two of you, his face adorned with a knowing smirk.

"I think I know which you prefer," he chuckled darkly. "But we can figure out the specifics in time. Have a good night."

The soft kiss pressed to your forehead didn't mirror any of the feelings currently running through your body but before you had any chance to protest or question it, he was gone, out of the bathroom, leaving you slightly confused and with a distinct pulsating sensation between your legs.

***

You couldn't sleep. The house was quiet, you were lying in the perfect dark under a light cover with nothing to possibly bother you, but your own thoughts refused to let you calm down. You were still struggling to come to terms with how quickly the evening had derailed and how, with essentially one decision, one agreement to a question, everything about the rest of your stay and possibly your relationships with the four friends living here had changed. However, you also knew that giving in to your flurry of thoughts at 3 a.m. wasn't the best idea, and it certainly wasn't going to help you get any more clarity for now.

You tried to think of things to calm you down, but your brain always circled back to the matter at hand. You put up some calm music, but all it did was distract you. You tried white noise and a playlist titled "Fall Asleep in under 10 minutes" but it was full of whale noises and you couldn't stop thinking about swimming in the ocean with whales for some reason. Either way, nothing lulled you into sleep.

You could only think of one thing that could possibly help.

Well, it had helped years ago, time and time again, but maybe it was worth a shot to try again.

Leaving your room was the easy part, but tiptoeing down the hallway, trying desperately to remember which room belonged to whom was much more difficult in the dark. Taking a deep breath, you mentally prepared yourself as you stopped in front of the door your brain had deemed most likely to be correct, softly pushing down the handle to open it, hoping it would give you time to escape if you were wrong.

You weren't.

But you also hadn't been prepared to stare straight at Thomas' face, eyes open, hands glued to his phone. The light of the screen illuminated his features and seemed to blind him enough that he didn't notice you immediately. When he finally looked up, squinty eyes to make out what was happening, his face evoked surprise, but no dissatisfaction at seeing you in his room. Instead, both of you seemed to be teleported back to being 16, as he dropped his phone, hand reaching out for you, inviting you in.

You used to do this a lot. In fact, there was a time in your life when you were sure you had spent more nights in his bed than your own. You had both struggled with insomnia badly and ended up finding comfort in each other. Apparently, not much had changed.

You slipped in next to him, soft covers enveloping you immediately. There was a second of hesitation in his eyes as both of you lay on your sides, facing each other, but then his arm wrapped around you, pulling you in until you were comfortable nestled against his chest. It felt clumsy, neither of you having had time to get used to the fact that both of your bodies had changed since you had last done this, but after a little shuffling and some giggling, both of you settled in.

His heartbeat was right under your ear. But, unlike in the past, it wasn't slow and steady, but all over the place.

"What's happening here?" You whispered into the dark, your hand moving to his chest to cover the place his heart was beating the hardest. "This used to calm you down, not rile you up."

His chuckle sounded nervous, but he made no attempt to pull away.

"Just some old feelings coming back up."

It didn't explain anything. You pushed yourself away from him a little, just enough to be able to look at him in detail, the way his eyes stared back at yours, how his lips were curling into a small smile.

"What do you mean?"

"I used to have quite a crush on you when we were younger, you know."

You didn't. In all those years, nothing had ever given you a sign. Or had you just been oblivious? It was too late to nitpick at it now.

"And now?"

"I'm not 16 anymore, but what the others suggested earlier... I just got a little excited about the idea of finally kissing you, maybe. I'm not in love with you or anything, but... Just seems funny that something I used to think about constantly might finally happen."

This time, you didn't wait for anyone else to make a move. Your hand was in his hair, cradling the back of his head, as you pulled him down to you, not sparing another thought before your lips touched. He was soft against you, so much sweeter than Damiano or Victoria had been, and it made you press against him even more, craving more. His hand moved upwards along your body, cautiously, not quite daring to do anything, until it reached your cheek, the rough skin of his fingertips brushing against it. His kiss was slow, deliberate in a way that suggested he wanted nothing but to please you, and you were sinking into it with delight.

You couldn't tell how long you stayed like his, wrapped up in each other, lips brushing and teasing time and time again. Neither of you made a move to deepen the kiss, simply reveling in the tender moment until it slowly evaporated. When you parted, he had a sleepy smile on his face and you were quite sure you would see the exact same on yours if you could see yourself.

"As good as you imagined?"

He laughed lowly, turning onto his back and pulling you with him to situate you on his chest, arm protectively wrapped around you. His breathing was starting to even out already and, as if infectious, the tiredness you had been chasing before, in your room, was settling on you as well. His voice was nothing but a whisper, right before sleep overwhelmed him.

"So much better."

***

"What happened with you and Thomas last night then? Don't think I didn't notice you slip out of his room earlier."

You silently groaned as Damiano spoke behind you. You could almost see the self-assured smirk he would be sporting as you wanted nothing more than for the coffee machine to finish giving you a cup full of caffeine. It seemed to be the only way to wake up at least a little and deal with everyone else in the house who seemed much too chipper and happy for the time of day. Well, everyone but Thomas, who was still contently snoring in his bed.

"Nothing, couldn't sleep, went over to him, fell asleep, that's it," you mumbled, impatiently tapping your fingers against the kitchen counter.

"That seems very forward for someone as shy and clueless as you."

You hadn't noticed him coming closer, but now you could feel his breath on your neck with every word your spoke. It woke you up more than any shot of espresso ever could. The tingling feeling spread through your body like wildfire, awakening every nerve ending, your focus now solely on him. You barely registered the coffee machine finishing its job.

"Or are you just dying to get corrupted a little?" Damiano whispered, impossibly closer, not even an inch away from touching you as his hands came down on the countertops, effectively caging you in. Your breathing was getting uneven, quite obviously affected by the closeness. Your whole body was screaming out at him to make a move, to touch you, to get closer, to let you feel him, but he stayed put. The anticipation immobilised you.

"I bet that underneath all of this," he mumbled, "you can't actually wait to get with any of us."

In one sudden movement, his hand came down onto your bare thigh, just underneath the hem of the shorts you had slept in, a touch rougher than you had expected, so close to where you wanted him - and you froze.

It seemed to register in his brain before it did in yours. In the split second it took for him to let go of you, his demeanor changed completely.

"Fuck, are you okay?"

"Of course," you pressed out, but your shaky hand as you reached for the cup of espresso was betraying you. "Sorry, I..."

"There's absolutely nothing to be sorry about." His hand carefully came down on your shoulder, relaxing as he noticed you embracing the touch instead of flinching away from it. "Why don't you go get your coffee and we have a little talk on the sunbeds outside?"

You simply nodded, feeling the embarrassment of your unwanted physical reaction wash over you, but Damiano simply gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze and walked away, giving you some time to compose yourself.

You weren't quite sure what had just happened - you surely hadn't felt that self-conscious yesterday, when he had kissed you, or when Vic had, or when Ethan had pressed you against the wall, or when you had snuck into Thomas' bed. Then again, you had been drinking. And now you were tragically sober, feeling ever so slightly hungover, and overthinking everything that had happened yesterday.

It wasn't that you had regretted anything about what had transpired within the last hours. Far from it, actually. But now, in the bright light of day, your brain had turned back on and the stark difference between their sexual confidence and your absolute inexperience had you cowering in shame. You knew they were the last people to judge you. In fact, last night had proven that if anything, they were ready to jump onto the chance to teach you a few things, but being faced with it now was a lot more daunting than when you had agreed hours before.

The cup of espresso was empty by the time you gathered the courage to find Damiano. As soon as he spotted you, he moved over to make some space on the lounger, opening his arm to invite you in with a sincere smile. You didn't hesitate, sitting down next to him with his arm casually slung around your shoulders.

His fingertips were carefully tracing along the skin of your arm. You turned your body towards him slightly, carefully placing your hand on his chest, daring yourself to be brave, not to be the one to pull away, not to be the one that simply let other people do things to her. His hand came up to yours, holding onto it and moving it to a slightly more comfortable position for him.

"Now, lesson two-"

"Are you going to preface everything with "lesson" now?" You interrupted, biting back a giggle.

"Yes, I will," he smiled, "and you're going to listen and learn. Right?"

You nodded, happy to go along with his little game.

"Good. Lesson two: Talk about it. That includes stating what you like, what you don't like, when to stop, when you want us to go on, when you need a break, what you would like to try... anything at all. For example, I'm pretty sure, right now you wouldn't be so impressed with me if I tried moving your hand somewhere a little different."

He made the slightest move, letting both his and your hand travel downward his chest just that little bit, but knowing where this could be heading, you found yourself freezing in fear again immediately.

"Exactly," he laughed, quickly pulling your hand up to his mouth to press a soft kiss against your fingers. "But other times, we might not quite know what you're thinking or what you need. Sometimes your body might not tell us everything or we simply don't notice. Which is why you need to talk to us. Okay?"

You nodded, but he wasn't convinced.

"I mean it. Talk. Not nodding, not looking at us a specific way, not making a noise. Using your voice. Unless you're gagged obviously, but that's for later."

You broke out in laughter before you knew it.

"Fine, fine. Okay. I'll use my voice."

"Good." Another kiss to the knuckles of your fingers. "Now let's start with the basics. Do you masturbate?"

If you'd been drinking you would have spit the liquid all over yourself and him. But you weren't, so you simply choked on your spit in surprise instead. You knew everyone in this band was shamelessly open, sometimes to a fault, but you hadn't quite gotten used to it - especially when it involved extremely personal questions about you.

"I mean, I- what?"

"You don't have to answer, I hope you're learned that already, I just want to get an idea of where you stand. Is it just about sex with other people or is it a general anxiety that includes touching yourself?"

You took a deep breath. The majority of your brain was screaming at you to get away and stop this conversation, but you knew Damiano had nothing but your best interest in mind. This was the chance of a lifetime - having four people at hand who were so willing to help you out - and you would feel foolish for years to come if you passed up on it.

"I do but, uh... I don't know it's not very good. I... I wouldn't exactly say I know what I'm doing most of the time."

Damiano pressed a short kiss to the top of your head, much too casual and soft for the topic at hand, but you appreciated it nonetheless.

"Well, I firmly believe that you have to have a relationship with your own body before you get it on with anyone else's. Lucky for you, I have just the person in mind to help you out with that."

~~~

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[weclassybouquetfun]

It was an evening of wins and losses for Måneskin. They won for Best Alternative Video.

But lost out Best New Artist to Dove Cameron and Group of the Year to BTS.

But the biggest loss went to the at home viewers because the band's performance of "Supermodel" (with women who looked (to me) like a bunch of Giorgia Soleris) was heavily censored.

People thought it was because of Damiano's wearing of chaps

MTV VMA's doesn’t care about bums.

but I think it's because Vic lost her pasty.

A second but -I don't think that's why they pulled back initially because you see her afterwards. Maybe the director cued the cameras too early in expectation of her pulling off her top, or Damiano was doing something they thought would get too risque so pulled back, then had to do it again because of Vic.

All I do know is that there is only one supermodel and his name is Ethan Torchio.

-I wonder if there will be a small group of people will take this as Måneskin's punishment of backing out of this weekend's Readings & Leeds festival. A topic that came up during Zane Lowe's interview with Muse lead singer (and one of Kate Hudson's baby daddies) Matt Bellamy who was on promoting Muse's new glorious cd "Will of the People".

Starting at the 44 minute mark Lowe asks Bellamy to speak on his experience at the festival and how Måneskin and Jack Harlow backed out to play the VMAs. I'm not exactly sold on Lowe's idea that Readings & Leeds would have provided them with more fans, I think it was a misguided swap because they've have rescheduled on Europe so many times this year in order to do things stateside that if they do have to cancel gigs do it because it's unavoidable, not because they want to tick off boxes like performing at awards ceremonies. They had a European fanbase before Eurovision so neglecting them for broader appeal is shady boots.

Maybe next time if they ever get an awards show invite during a tour they can do like Bad Bunny and throw from the concert.

Nothing is gonna keep Benito from his gig..

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[till-you-scream-and-cry]

Full of Surprises

pairing: Thomas Raggi x Ethan Torchio x Fem!reader

summary: you and Ethan accidentally bumped into Thomas, but instead of him ruining your plans, he ruined the opinion you had on him - that he's just a sweet and innocent boy 😏

word count: 3.3k

warnings: smut

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- Nooo, Thomas, darling please don’t be mad, I swear we didn’t plan this! – you couldn’t keep a straight face, seeing his rage.

- Yeah right, if you didn’t want to go out with me you could’ve just said it. Now I’m sad and disappointed.

Truth be told, you had to lie to him a little. The two of you never got close, and you were in town only for two days before going back to Milan. You and Ethan had an arrangement: Every time you visited Rome you were going out for a dinner; drinks and your night usually ended in a friendly yet very intense fuck. You were close, but not in a romantic way. Your preferences were practically the same, it would be a shame not to use it to have some fun. Thomas on the other hand was always ‘the sweet guy.’ The one who was hilarious, great dancer, funny and great companion to get drunk with. You spent a lot of time with him the during memorable parties in their summer house. But now you had limited time, and he wasn’t really a match for you this evening. Your frustration from the last two weeks needed a release, Ethan knew about that from your texts and planned a rough evening to help you get rid of the tension, just like he always did. As much as you liked Thomas, he was a third wheel that night. You'd met with Ethan in a restaurant and the two of you bumped into Thomas on your way to your favourite bar. Lying to him about meeting Torchio by accident seemed to be the only possible way out of this situation.

- I just thought…I thought that you like hanging out with me, I’d never ask to join you if you told me – Thomas grumbled and got back to sipping his drink, staring at the table.

- Of course, I like spending time with you, it’s just… - You looked at Ethan, he shook his head and sighed.

- We have a deal with y/n. We meet every now and then for…some fun. We weren’t expecting any company tonight, it’s nothing personal, cucciolo. – He said with a smile, gently stroking Thomas’ back.

- So that’s what it is all about? – he looked at you and cocked his head to the side.

- Yes, I promise it’s nothing more Thomas, you know how much I like you, don’t you? – You shuffled a bit closer and kissed his cheek, making him blush a little.

- Alright, I believe you. – He looked down and started playing with the cocktail umbrella.

- What is it? – Ethan asked with a frown.

- It’s…ah never mind.

- Come on Thomas, just spit it out… - you nudged him with your elbow and laughed.

- You said that you weren’t expecting any company tonight…but I know you had fun with Vic once. And Damiano. The three of you.

- How do you know about that? – You looked at him with wide eyes.

- Well, I came back home early, when I realised what is going on I went on a walk. I was just wondering…why you never asked me to join in? Am I not good enough or something? – there was a hint of rancour in his voice.

- Well… - you cleared your throat and looked at him – I remember our drunk conversations about sex, I know that you’re not into the things I like.

- Which is what? – He asked with a frown.

You bit your lip and looked down for a moment. Ethan remained quiet, he crossed his arms on his chest and kept smirking, watching you struggle.

- Come on, tell him. What, are you shy all of the sudden, hmm? – he leaned back on the sofa, taking a sip without breaking the eye contact with you.

- I like things…a bit more rough. – you said and looked at Ethan – Happy?

- Very. – he chuckled and turned to Thomas – We talked about this Tommy; you said many times that you’re not into that. All the degrading, spanking and stuff.

- Yeah, we talked about it a few years ago. I was a little shit back then. – He said, clearly hurt. – You don’t know what I like now.

Ethan stopped smirking and leaned closer to Thomas. He placed his hand on his shoulder.

- I’m sorry cucciolo, I didn’t mean to be a dick to you. – He looked at you and raised an eyebrow.

- So…maybe you want to tell us what you like now, hmm? – you purred and moved a bit closer, enough to brush his thigh with your knee.

Thomas brightened up a little and leaned back, looking at you with a smirk.

- You’re suddenly more interested?

- Maybe I am – you whispered and gently placed a hand on his thigh – So tell me, what is it that you like?

- Well, I like trying new things, I don’t like getting too rough, but if someone needs to be put back in their place…especially if they annoyed me in some way… - he turned to Ethan – And well, if I won’t know what to do, you could always help me out, right?

Ethan smiled and nodded.

-Of course, I would – he winked at him.

…

You got into the taxi; boys trapped you between them. Ethan draped his arm around you, making you lean on him a little more. Thomas kept watching you with a smirk, looking you up and down with lustful eyes. Ethan grabbed his hand and placed it on your thigh, encouraging him a little. Thomas looked at you, waiting for your approval. You smiled and nodded. Ethan grabbed your chin and pulled you into a kiss. He pecked your lips and squeezed your cheeks a little, making you open your mouth wider. He trapped your lower lip between his teeth, making you hiss quietly. Ethan’s eyes got darker, he let go and kissed you more roughly, pushing his tongue into your mouth. You started sucking on it with a hum, feeling Thomas’ hand sliding up your thigh. Ethan broke off the kiss, placing his hand on your breast. You turned to Thomas and put your hand over his, slowly spreading your legs. He sighed with a smile and leaned down to kiss you. He was more forward than you expected, his kiss was slow but very passionate. You moved your hand on his thigh, scratching him over the thin material of his trousers. Ethan pinched your nipple, making you moan quietly into Thomas’ mouth. You felt him twitching, his long, slender fingers sneaked under your skirt. He brushed your clit over your already soaked panties, making you flinch. Ethan chuckled and let go of you. He cleared his throat.

- It’s our stop, let’s go.

…

You got to the flat and as soon as the doors closed behind you, Ethan turned to Thomas.

- Alright, now listen. We have some rules, and you need to know about them. Until she says your name you can do whatever you want. Got it?

Thomas turned to you.

-Is that right? Just my name?

You nodded with a smile.

-Yes, as long as we’re having fun, I’ll be calling you “sir,” are you fine with that?

- Yeah, more than fine. What about him?

You looked at Ethan with a grin.

- No, she won’t be calling me sir. I’m her daddy. – he chuckled, dimming the lights a little.

He grabbed your hand and led the two of you into the bedroom. Everything was already prepared; his toy box was open and all of his toys ready on the bedside table. Thomas looked at them curiously.

- So…you have quite a collection. – he chuckled and picked up a leather crop – I wish I could say that I’m surprised.

Ethan walked a little closer to him.

-You want to use it on her for start? – he purred and placed his hand on Thomas’ shoulder. He turned to you and smiled.

- Maybe it’s worth a try. – Thomas said it with a smirk, his eyes fixed on you as he slowly licked his lips, playing with a crop.

-Take off your clothes – Ethan spat out, looking at you with a grin.

You didn’t hesitate and threw your top to the side. You slowly unzipped your skirt, letting it drop to the ground. Thomas was staring at your lingerie set, picked especially for the occasion. He smiled at you, shamelessly staring at your tits, tightly hugged by the lacy bra.

- On the bed – Ethan gave another command. You nodded and slowly walked to the bed and got on all fours, arching your ass towards them, swaying your hips to the side. You looked over your shoulder with a smile.

- Do you like what you see, sir? – you winked at Thomas, breathing through his parted, pink lips.

- Very… - he mumbled.

Ethan pressed his hand to Thomas’ back.

-Wipe that smug smile off her pretty face, will you? – he said, glancing at the crop.

Thomas walked closer to the bed and stood behind you. You couldn’t see him, but soon after he smacked you with the crop, causing a loud noise. You hissed and flinched. Ethan watched you both with a smirk, he stood by your side, enjoying the show.

- Harder – he commanded and cocked his head to the side. – She’s still smiling. Thomas didn’t wait long; his crop left another red mark on your ass. The skin started stinging. You bit your bottom lip and looked at Ethan. He came a little closer and firmly gripped your chin, yanking your head up.

- Enjoying yourself, slut?

You nodded with a grin, but at the very moment Thomas smacked you again, making you let out a quiet moan.

-It’s better than I thought – he mumbled and immediately smacked you again.

Ethan chuckled and let go of your chin. He walked around the bed and sat in front of your face. Thomas put away the crop and started gently massaging your ass, his cold fingers soothing burning up skin.

- So red and so pretty…- he purred, giving you a light squeeze.

He gripped your hips and turned you around in one, swift move. You gasped as your back hit the mattress. Thomas looked down at you with a smirk.

- What? Are you surprised…you slut? –

He didn’t sound like him, like Thomas, the sweet boy you thought you knew so well. Instead, he was staring at your body with so much lust that his eyes seemed completely pitch black. He gripped your knees and slowly parted your legs, spreading them wide. The thin, lacy fabric of your panties was already soaked. He hummed and ran his hands up your thighs, pressing them down to expose you some more. Ethan knelt behind you and gently placed your head on his lap. He kissed your forehead and leaned to your ear.

-You didn’t see that coming, did you? He has such a potential to make you a whimpering mess…- he bit your earlobe; his hot breath was tickling your neck.

Thomas walked to the shelf with toys and picked up something that rattled in his hands.

- Let’s see how much it takes for you to start begging me.

Thomas showed you the nipple clasps with a chain he picked up. He leaned down and slipped his hands under your back, his face was only inches from yours. He used this moment to kiss you tenderly, as his fingers unhooked your bra and set your breasts free. He threw the material to the side and took a moment, hovering over your parted legs, to admire them. You smiled as Ethan grabbed your wrists and immobilized them above your head with one hand. Thomas grabbed the clasps and placed them on your nipples, giving your breasts a firm squeeze. You hissed and looked up at Ethan, grinning down at you.

-That’s what you needed, princess, right? – he cooed at you, gently stroking your neck with his free hand.

- Yes…yes, Daddy – you whispered and looked at Thomas again as he tugged on the chain, making you whimper.

He knelt on front of you and spanked your inner thighs lightly.

-Keep them wide open for me – he said with coldness in his voice. You nodded. He tugged on the chain making you hiss.

- I think you should use your words – Ethan brushed your lips with his thumb and placed his large hand on your neck.

- Yes, I will, sir.

- Good girl.

Thomas smiled and started drawing circles over your stomach, slowly dragging his fingers between your legs. He brushed the wet spot on your panties, making you buck your hips forward.

- Is there something you’d like me to do? Hmm? – he asked with a devilish grin.

- Your fingers…I’d love them on me, please sir. – your voice was shaky and tone pathetic.

He brushed your folds a few more times and started teasing your clit over the lace. He finally pushed the material to the side and slid his two fingers knuckles deep into you.

- Fuck… - you only managed to mumble as your body arched towards his hand, allowing him to get even deeper.

- Greedy whore… - Thomas mumbled, slowly curling them.

You started rocking your hips, breathing faster and faster, feeling Ethan’s bulge pressing against the back of your head. He tightened the grip around your throat. Thomas tugged on the chain again, trying to get your attention back.

- More…please – you whined, looking at Thomas with pleading eyes.

He smirked and slid the third finger in, making you gasp and throw your head back. He started speeding them up, the wet noises mixed with your moans and their heavy breathing filled the room. Ethan squeezed your cheeks; you obediently opened your mouth for him.

-Such a good girl – he purred and spat into your mouth. You swallowed hard before another loud moan escaped your lips. You felt that you’re getting close but then suddenly Thomas slipped his fingers out and looked at your disappointed face.

-Oh, you’re not coming yet, not like that.

He looked at Ethan and he let go of your hands. Thomas grabbed the waistband of your panties and peeled them off you. He leaned down and took the clasps off your red nipples. He kissed each of them, briefly looking at you with tenderness, making sure you’re alright. You smiled at him and nodded. He moved away to kick off his jeans. He started palming his impressive bulge through his underwear. He slid down his boxers, exposing his already hard, throbbing cock to you. You raised your eyebrows and opened your mouth.

- You like what you see, hmm? – he said with a smirk, stroking himself slowly, staring at your body.

- You’re definitely bigger than I expected – you whispered, mindlessly licking your lips.

- So, you were thinking about him, huh? – Thomas chuckled - On all fours.

His voice changed and got so dominant that you could barely recognize Thomas in him. You rolled on your side, trying to control your trembling legs. You got into the position he requested. Ethan got rid of his trousers and underwear; he sat on his knees in front of you.

-Hello cucciola – he purred, slowly stroking his cock.

He moved closer; you dropped some spit on his length. He kissed your head and sat back on the bed, watching the show. Thomas used his knee to move your thighs apart and started teasing your entrance with his cock.

-So wet, all for me – Thomas purred and kissed your back. He smacked your still sore ass, making you flinch. Ethan smirked and laid back on the pillows, playing with himself lazily, watching your face with hooded eyes.

Thomas pressed his tip against your folds and with one slow, but steady push slid himself inside you. You let out a loud moan, almost collapsing on your front. He grabbed your hair and yanked your head back.

-What is it darling? I thought you’re used to a rough play with big cocks – he chuckled.

- Yes sir, I am – you mumbled, trying to get steadier on your hands.

He gripped your hips hard and started bucking his, slowly at first, quickly speeding up. He was filling you up to your limits, each of his thrusts leaving you breathless. Ethan started stroking himself faster, watching your red face, glistening from sweat as Thomas was taking you the hardest, he could.

-You still think I’m too sweet for you? Huh? – he grumbled, slamming his hips against yours. – I asked you a fucking question! – he again yanked your hair.

- No…no sir – you whined, bouncing against him, feeling that you’re getting so close – please let me come, please…

- Say that you love it – he hissed

- I love it, I love it, please… - you knew that you wouldn't hold back any longer, the heat spread from between your legs over your entire body, you were one more thrust away from bliss.

- Come for me – he growled, grabbing your hips with both hands again, leaving some marks on your skin.

You came with a loud moan, clenching around his cock. Thomas pushed over the edge by your moans came right after you, filling you up with his hot cum, whining and moaning in the best way imaginable. You collapsed on your front, shaking from the intense orgasm, he slipped out of you and fell on his back by your side. You looked up at Ethan, his pink cheeks, and shiny eyes. He was close as well. You managed to crawl a bit closer to him, still feeling cum dripping out of you.

-Let me help you, daddy. – You whispered, trying to slow down your breathing, looking at him with an innocent smile.

- Such an angel – his voice was hoarse, he always sounded like this after long teasing.

You replaced his hand with yours and took him into your mouth. He groaned and tangled his fingers in your hair, showing you the rhythm. Ethan watched you with a frown and parted lips, thrusting his hips slightly. You speed up, swirling your tongue around his tip and taking him deep alternately. He finally moaned loudly, spilling into your throat, twitching as his hand tugged on your hair. He let you go and stroked your head softly. You looked up at him, licking your lips clean.

-You’re the best – he purred and kissed you slowly, tasting himself on your lips.

You rolled on your back and nestled next to Thomas. He looked at you with a dumb smile and pink cheeks.

- So…- he chuckled, the sweet boy you knew was back.

- So – you smiled and fluffed his hair – I think I should apologize for underestimating you.

Ethan shuffled and laid next to you, he wrapped his arm around you and kissed your temple, nuzzling his face in your hair. You stroked his arm and sighed contentedly.

-You don’t need to apologize… - he blushed – did you…have fun?

- Do you really need to ask? – you chuckled and stroked his cheek. – Come here.

You reached your hand to him and smiled. He moved a bit closer; he draped his arm around you just like Ethan, trapping you between them. You leaned down and kissed him softly, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

-I had lots of fun and I’m glad we’ve bumped into you. And…

- And what? – he asked with raised eyebrows.

- Maybe we could do it again sometime? – you looked at him unsure. He beamed and nodded before kissing your forehead.

Ethan chuckled and purred into your ear.

-I told you he has a potential.

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Meet The First-Time GRAMMY Nominee: Måneskin On Redefining Success, Staying Inspired & Honoring Italy

The Italian quartet first exploded onto the scene with a viral cover of Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons, but Måneskin have continued to exalt and evolve vintage rock thrills on their own terms — all on the way to their first GRAMMY nomination. (posted on 19.01.2023)

A dizzy smile spreads across Måneskin vocalist Damiano David’s face as he attempts to capture the group’s fervent energy in words.

"Going into a room where there's silence and going out with a song. Stepping on stage and then the crowd screams for you. Doing interviews where you can talk about how you think about music," he says. "It's such an open art language, such an open world." 

While Måneskin’s inimitable swagger have led to a recent international meteoric rise, the Italian quartet have tapped the glitter and grime of rock’s glory days since forming as teens in 2016. Just a year later, the group made a massive leap, winning the Italian edition of reality competition show "X Factor." But it was Måneskin’s hard rock take on Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons’ "Beggin'" was inescapable following their 2021 Eurovision win — a smash success that led many eager new fans to dig into Måneskin’s catalog of chart-topping albums in their native Italy. 

That prowess, ability to connect with the full spectrum of listeners, and a raucous live show netted Måneskin a GRAMMY nomination for Best New Artist at the 2023 GRAMMYs, which take place Sunday, Feb. 5, at the Crypto.com Arena in Los Angeles and will broadcast live on the CBS Television Network and stream live and on-demand on Paramount+ at 8-11:30 p.m. ET / 5-8:30 p.m. PT. They are also a living rebuke to those questioning rock’s staying power, whose grandiose energy and adventurous fashion begs for a yet wider audience. 

"This combination is really magical. It gives us the opportunity to play something that doesn't exist so much in the charts," says guitarist Thomas Raggi. "We are rock, of course, in attitude, in the music, but we can reach really different people from different places and different ages." 

Global success hasn't changed Måneskin much, as their new record, Rush!, teases. Due Jan. 20, the album only reinforces their bombast via singles like grimy party-starter "Mammamia" and the slinky and suave "Supermodel" — not to mention a guest appearance from Rage Against the Machine’s Tom Morello on the recently released "Gossip."

GRAMMY.com caught up with Måneskin — David, Raggi, bassist Victoria De Angelis, and drummer Ethan Torchio — to talk about the shock of their GRAMMY nomination, how they’ve evolved into their upcoming new album, and trying to find good espresso everywhere on tour.

This conversation has been edited for clarity.

I want to wish you congratulations on your first GRAMMY nomination. After winning "X Factor" and earning various accolades, has this sort of honor started to feel natural?

Victoria De Angelis: Not really natural, but very cool. It's the craziest thing you can possibly think of.

Damiano David: Of course, when we started, we only thought the biggest thing that could happen was being big in Italy. And then everything happened, so of course our dreams got bigger and of course we thought about it as a possibility in the remote future. Not, like, now. [Laughs.]

That's such a beautiful sentiment. The bigger doors start opening to places that you never could imagine. I can imagine that puts a whole new spin on what it is to be a band, what it is to be a musician.

De Angelis:  It really does. Especially touring and everything, even six months makes so much difference. We look back at the things we did six months before and we say, "Okay, now we can add this, we can change this." It's constantly developing. So that's really inspiring and keeps us in a creative process all the time. 

David: We've had so many crazy things happen these last two years. We played for the Stones. We played with Iggy Pop. We met like 50 percent of our childhood idols. At the end, wrapping it all up with the GRAMMY nomination, it's a pretty huge deal. The whole journey has been remarkable and we're gonna think about it for a long time.

It seems that you’ve remained remarkably close-knit as a band, which must be so important in the midst of that. How have you remained creatively inspired by one another and that you are constantly pushing yourselves as musicians through all the fame and success?

Ethan Torchio: Fame and success, it's just a coincidence. We don't really focus on that. It's part of our life, part of our journey. But it's an important point: We've always been friends with each other, and we've shared half of our lives together.

David: It's very important to us to be close because, otherwise, this project wouldn't be what it is now. We are four [individuals], and we are very human and curious about ideas. It's not just about what we are or we feel inside, it's also what we live outside. I truly think that [embracing] the new and something that has not been created before is part of our mindset.

De Angelis: As you said, being four, we actually inspire one another even more. We are very different personalities and also have very different taste. And being four, the amount of music we can discover, it happens every day. And also we love to go see shows, so maybe some of us go to one show and then we are like, "Hey, I got this idea from this show." Being four, it keeps us in this creative environment where everyday there is something new.

Touring constantly and being away from home can make you question your identity. How do you keep tied to your roots?

David: It's still pretty easy for us because even if we travel so much, we still live in Italy. When you move from your country and you live in another country for five, 10 years, then you start changing the way you live. But now we kind of bring this huge Italian suitcase with us. We're still asking for espresso everywhere. [Laughs.] With very bad results. How we interact between us and with people, our clothes, our style in general, it's always Italian in a certain way.

It's a difficult needle to thread, needing to mold to a comfortable stance wherever you are while also standing out. Being nominated for a GRAMMY must be an extraordinary test of that balance, so it's amazing to hear that you're still like keeping so true to yourselves.

De Angelis: I think that's always been kind of easy for us in some way, because we've always had such a strong and clear idea about our identity and what we like to do. Just look at this: [points to her shirt, which reads Italians Do It Better]. We've been lucky to never experience this kind of issue. On the other hand, what we experienced is that we had a very clear idea and then maybe it was hard to keep it safe and not let other people get into it or change it. But when it comes to what we stand for, we're always very sure about that. 

Talk to me a little bit about that process, then. You all seem to find clever ways to reimagine classic genres and scenes while still honoring their essence. 

David: We've been very, very lucky because our only rule has always been being true to what we like — even if we are very, very different one from each other. Vic [De Angelis] and Thomas Raggi especially have a very rock and roll classic background. I'm more into mainstream and low-tempo music. And Ethan [Torchio] actually listens to everything, from very mainstream music, classical music, to crazy experimental [music]. 

We've always tried to keep the balance between the four of us, and especially in the next album. We really wanted to embrace the difference between the four of us. It has created a personality for the group that also made the four of us very recognizable. People can feel represented from [each of the] four of us and from the group. Every achievement that we get, for us it's not, "Okay, we want this so we have to keep doing the same thing." It's more like, "Okay, we want this because this is our mindset. We have to keep this mindset, not because it makes you win awards but because it makes you recognizable and it gives you an identity and it puts you in a specific place in the market and in the industry.

I'm curious whether your writing and recording processes changed much on your new album, Rush! With first albums, sometimes a band will throw everything at the wall to see if it sticks. On the second one, they might shift things based on audience reaction, and then the third record can either attempt to capture a true self again or push to try even more new things.

De Angelis: It was 50-50, because some of the songs we actually wrote a while ago. There's a song we wrote three years ago, for example, on the record. The whole record was written in different moments. Some of the songs we wrote in the countryside in Italy; we went to this home studio and just jammed all together. And then others we wrote here in L.A., but then we also kept doing them in Japan and in Brazil while we were on tour. 

So it's been really crazy. We can hear the moment we wrote the song and the emotion we had in the moment. And it portrays this whole journey we've been through. I think it's cool that we didn't only write it in one month, but it was through the years. It shows the different faces of our personalities and development.

I wanted to ask about the song "Kool Kids", which you recently debuted live. The lyrics have this self-aware edge, where you poke at the idea of whether rock is dead — I'm sure because you’ve been bombarded by that question nonstop.

David: We talk about rock and roll because it's a part of what we do, but I think that you can apply this kind of thought to every music genre. There's no music genre that is actually ever gonna die because trends are constantly changing. The music is developing and sometimes things become other things or change slightly because of the age where they're living. But I think that what we do [is]  a new way to do rock and roll, but it's not the way to do it. There's many different ways to do it. You can be super classic, you can do rock and roll music even without analog instruments and go full electro while creating rock and roll structures.

Raggi: Nothing really ends. Nothing really starts. Everything changes.

De Angelis: It's always in development. The motion that rock music created and that pushes us to do it is just that sense of rebellion towards the norms, or when people try to put you in boxes or limit you. This kind of human feeling will always exist. And that's the reason why all these musicians through the past years have been making this kind of music — to oppose something and to talk about it.

Why was music the path you chose to express that perspective?

De Angelis: I think we all started as kids so we didn't even think it did that much. It was just something in us that we had to get out in some way, to express. It just came natural for us to do it as music. When we started playing together we were like 14 years old. We were struggling, all of us individually, to find other kids that were as passionate about it and wanted to invest all their time in this. 

It was crazy that we were 13 years old and wanting to be, like, six hours in a rehearsal room every day instead of going out with friends or whatever. But for us it was such a fulfilling experience when we got in the rehearsal room that we just went full in and didn't care about anything else. It just took over us. It was just something so pure that we felt in that moment. The passion came out because we felt we were being ourselves and expressing what we had inside that couldn't come out in other ways. Since then, it has developed in so many ways that it's just who we are nowadays. We couldn't even imagine who we would be without the music.

Raggi: I remember also when I saw my first guitar outside of that guitar shop. No one in my family plays instruments or stuff like that. It was something that just called to me. 

Another thing you are all known for is your sense of style. You always go big! Do you have plans for the GRAMMYs red carpet yet?

De Angelis: We're gonna surprise you. [Laughs.] We won't be boring. Promise. 

Writer: Lior Phillips

Photo: Tommaso Ottomano

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TEACHER'S PET

🍎 Ethan × reader , Victoria × reader

NSFW 🔥 adultsonly multiple nastytimes

° Ethan Torchio, Victoria De Angelis & female reader insert

wordcount::: 7,022

° Ethan is a professor at your college & you're his star student, including some secret late-night visits to his office. your classmate, Victoria, promises that all of your secrets are safe with her ...

° inspired by this spicy audio ° inspired by this confession from kat (@mistressofthecats-blog ): I'm a slut for Ethan. And all I wanna do is whisper "Mister Torchio" in his ear while running my hands down his Gucci covered chest. ° thanks to everyone who voted for this to be brought out of the vault 💋

° [ITA]: mi scusi: excuse me

You and your professor had lost track of the time because you had gotten overzealous with all the questions you had regarding his career being a conservation advisor for the biggest companies throughout Europe - that was the cover story you had, in case you ran into anyone or aroused curiosity during these late hours. 

That was how it had started, your enthusiasm for your major had led you to asking the professor so many questions, the classroom emptied out and silent around you as you sat, nodding along to everything Ethan said. He had been thrown off this flow when his phone had started ringing, he had offered to walk you to your car, which was parked on the opposite side of the expansive campus. Then another day had been spent with him as he asked about your career goals, he had so much advice and could offer to put in a good word with all the connections he had.

You were in awe of him, his lectures the highlight of your weeks at university. By the time you had realised he was hitting on you, there was no doubt in your mind that this was an opportunity you had to take. Not only was he completely brilliant, he was also the sexiest member of faculty - a fact that faced no opposition or critiques.

Now you found yourself visiting with him a minimum of twice a week, sending secret messages that had nothing to do with the curriculum. You would sneak into his office - the door locked as you sat beneath his desk, your head between his thighs while he read essays. You had been very careful and cautious, not wanting anything to spoil what you had with him.

Today was another confidential meeting in his office, you were eager to see him - he hadn't been far from your mind all day, even though watching him lecture hadn't been in your schedule for the day. He stayed in your mind constantly, thoughts of his body and his sounds lingering like cigarette smoke. You hadn't once turned down an opportunity to spend time with him, sometimes getting in your car to drive to him within the first few seconds after receiving his message.

You weren't sitting on the floor this time, he had placed you in his lap as he sat at his desk. He praised you for how quickly you had arrived, telling you he needed to send off a few more emails before he could properly lavish his attention upon you. You sat with your back pressed to his chest, not reading what was on his computer screen, instead just enjoying the feeling of his hands lazily running over your body, undoing the occasional button as he went.

"You're a good girl." He admired, moving your hair off of one shoulder and stroking his nose against the side of your warm neck. "A needier girl would try to distract me, would be impatient and maybe even demanding." He wrapped one of his strong arms around your middle. "But not you, 'cause you're such a good…" You felt his lips on your skin and your eyes fluttered shut. "Such a well-behaved girl."

"Only for you, Mr Torchio."

His mouth opened, a new feeling of heat on your flesh as his tongue skimmed across your throat. His arm around you tightened, allowing you to feel more of the impressive muscles that his clothes were too good at disguising. 

He had a variety of different pet names that he would call you. But you did your best to only address him by this professional title during your moments of passion. When you had first called him Mr Torchio he'd had an instant reaction and it was as if you had stumbled upon a secret code word.

He had been screwing you differently ever since. He viewed this as your ultimate consent - he held his hand at your throat for longer, he worked more orgasms out of you, he spanked you harder. It was a sure shot at changing the tone into something more intense.

"Turn around." He said.

You readjusted yourself, facing him and feeling that stirring in your pussy when you saw that look on his face. It was the look that told you he already had a whole host of things he wanted to do to you. It was the look that told you he was prepared to do whatever it took to get you off. It was the look that told you that your knees would soon be trembling, your toes curling. It was the look that told you he was ready for every expletive you would huff out.

He pushed your button-down shirt off of your shoulders and you worked your arms free, so that you could instantly wrap them around him. He hesitated, seeming to notice for the first time that your bra was missing. He smiled as his eyes moved appreciatively over your bare skin. "Maybe you are a little impatient, hm?"

"I prefer to think of it as efficient."

He put his lips to your throat, these kisses lingering as his hands caressed over your back. You couldn’t help but put your hand into his long hair, twirling some strands around your fingers, feeling that dreamy, tingly quality that came to you whenever you received his attention. It was a rush of adrenaline every single time, it was a buzz greater than any night of boozing. You rocked into him, pressing your bare chest flush to his shirt, which was already unbuttoned down to the last three buttons.

His mouth moved lower, kisses ghosting over your skin until he was at your breasts. First, it was his tongue gliding over your nipple, before his lips were securely placed around the stiff peak, making your thighs tense as they rested on either side of his hips.

"Mm, Mr Torchio…"

His hands stopped simply feeling across your skin, now they locked onto one place, grasping your back firmly. You rocked your hips forward again, the hardness hidden in his pants was becoming more noticeable. He pressed his teeth to your nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

With trembling hands, you lifted up the skirt you were wearing, bringing the tight material up into a bunch around your waist. Your panties were already damp as you grinded against him. You worked your hips in a slow, thorough circle, wanting so desperately to fuse your body with his. He sucked on you with more force, his fingers digging into your skin. You ran your hands down his chest, feeling the heat of his skin even through his shirt.

He released your nipple, a breathy moan coming from his mouth as he did so. "Get those fuckin' panties off."

"Yes Mr Torchio." You clumsily got to your feet, tugging the lacy panties down off of your hips. At the same time, he was opening one of his desk drawers - the second from the bottom, it was the drawer you knew best. This was where he kept the condoms and, if the mood dictated, this was where he would have you drop your underwear (he got a great deal of pleasure from the idea of you driving home without any panties).

He removed his pants and shed his shirt. You held your underwear hooked over your finger, instead of dropping it to the ground as you had with your shirt. You looked at him and he nodded, answering the question that hadn't been vocalised. You dropped the lingerie into the draw and he knocked it shut with his knee. Maybe you would get them back before you left his office tonight, maybe you wouldn't.

He licked his lips, watching as you approached again. You resumed your spot on his lap, moving closer than before, seeing how dark his eyes had become. The way he looked at you was daunting, it suggested to you that you had no idea what he had in store for you, you didn't know how he wanted to ruin you tonight and it made you tremble. You were so exposed, so utterly defenceless to his desires and it only made you want him more.

With his hands on both sides of your face, he brought you in for a crushing kiss. You felt the arousal slithering all over your flesh, making your muscles tighten. You welcomed his tongue into your mouth with a moan, slumping against him.

You felt his cock pressing against you, a noticeable presence at the inside of your thigh. Your need for him was like a tickle at the back of your throat - it kept stealing your attention, demanding to be satisfied.

"Baby…" He breathed, your pussy clenching as he ran a hand down your back. "Fuck yourself." His fingers splayed out, grasping at your skin. "Put me inside of you and fuck yourself senseless on me."

You quivered in anticipation. "Yes Mr Torchio."

He graced your lips with a few more kisses, letting you briefly taste him. But he wasn't going to be distracted, he loved to watch, his eyes ready to see every reaction as they all played across your face.

You looked down, to where his latex-covered cock was awaiting you - in all of its mouth-watering hardness. You placed one hand to it, beginning with a loose grip at the tip. You saw his chest expand and his hand held to your back tighter. 

You ran your hand down his shaft, exploring the sensitive twitches as he responded to your touch. You drew your hand up, then pushed down to the base. You continued this process four more times, letting your mind skip ahead. The sounds that came from him made you feel weak.

He put his hands to either side of your face, dark eyes studying every detail. His gaze was so intimidating, so complete as you tensed your thighs to lift yourself up. You positioned yourself forward, running his shaft across your moistened slit. His lips parted, his breathing becoming heavier as you tilted, bringing his tip to your entrance. You were already fluttering, so full of giddy quivers as you began to sink down, covering his dick with your wet heat.

Your head slumped, stunned by the stretch that he brought to your cunt. His hand moved to prop your chin up and you opened your mouth, taking his thumb between your lips. His other hand went to your hip, steadying you and keeping you here, so that he could push higher, pushing more of his length into you.

You were breathless, but you kept your lips fixed around his thumb, prioritising his pleasure over the need for air in your lungs. You held to his wide shoulders, taking a moment to be overwhelmed, giving your body the time to adjust to having him inside of you.

Stars danced behind your eyelids as you felt him kissing across your neck, those soft lips working over your skin. His hands moved all over your body, warming you. When he placed a hand to your ass, squeezing you, your pleasure spiked, your pussy clenching eagerly. You could feel just how much he was throbbing when he rocked forward. It brought a new tremble through your body and had you instantly wanting more, emboldening you to move through the weakness he could inflict upon you.

You started to roll your hips, letting the pressure build within you and he started to suck on your skin, not enough to leave a mark, but enough to make you swing into him with a greater force. You rushed to gain the correct momentum, to get him hitting into your sweet spot.

“Good girl.” He huffed as he raised his hips to meet your every movement. “Yes, good girl.”

A choked sob fell from your lips when he returned his teasing mouth to your nipple. Your hips stuttered, your tempo ruined briefly. You tensed, then relaxed, with giddy tingles radiating through your nerves - spreading from your nipple, to your pussy, racing to the areas that he wasn’t devoting his attention to.

His strong hand massaged at your back, your skin so tender in response to his touch. He never failed to make you feel so small, but entirely secure, with every single part of your body taken care of.

He was letting you set the pace, letting you decide how much you could take. His body meeting yours in this yearning with each roll of your hips spreading it further.

The hunger started to take over, driving you into him with more power, spending less time on the recovery between thrusts. You could feel his lips hold on your nipple losing its consistency, you heard his breathing getting shallower and it encouraged you to pump into him faster again.

“Fuck, good girl.” He purred against your skin.

You clung to his shoulders, your fingernails digging into him as you kept going, despite how overwhelmed you were getting. With your breath trapped in your chest, it would have been easy to become weak, to give in and stop chasing. 

But when he rested his head back against the chair and you saw the look in his eyes, you knew that he wanted more. And you knew that you would do anything to give him that. The overachiever inside of you was desperate to hear all of his praises, leaving him anything but completely satisfied was simply unacceptable.

There was still a fire in his eyes. You weren’t sure how much strength you had to maintain this brutal pace, but for the moment you concentrated on getting those dark eyes to glaze over.

Ignoring the strain on your muscles, you pushed your thighs even further back. Your cunt spasmed and clenched around his shaft, his mouth opening as his breathing audibly hitched. Then you relaxed and you could take him deeper - that swollen tip hitting into your sweet spot.

“Oh, guh…” You whimpered, feeling your body quaking under that deep, lustful gaze he was giving you.

You stroked yourself along his entire length as the trembling through your body only got more powerful. Your mind was going blank, losing sense of anything beyond his body.

He put his hand up to your throat, gripping it and using this to pull you closer. Your lips parted and you could feel his breath on your face, but you stopped just shy of kissing him. His other hand went to the small of your back and you felt him apply pressure here.

He lifted his hips into you and your eyes rolled back, loud moans starting to fall from your lips. He controlled the pacing now, holding your body where he needed it so that he could fuck into you deeply. You threw your head back, louder cries coming from you.

You crashed into him with everything that you had, coming undone with this final pump. You went limp against him, your head rested on his shoulder as you remained lost in your climax.

Your walls continued to flutter around him, the aftershocks of your release rocking through your body. This did nothing to slow his rutting into you, his dick spreading you again-and-again.

Until it was enough. Until the stimulations reached the highest peak and he was soaring into his orgasm, both of your bodies finally becoming still.

He collapsed against the chair, his arms wrapped around your body. You turned your face into his neck, shutting your eyes. You were blissfully ignorant of anything else, just listening to the sound of him catching his breath. You didn’t mind that he would sit in this exact chair and give advice to other students as they sat on the opposite side of the desk, less than twenty-four hours from now. You didn’t need to know how many of his emails had been responded to while you were fucking. You were soothed by the warmth of his skin and the sound of his breathing, that literally nothing else in the world mattered.

It was him that interrupted you from your carefree floating - he was tapping you gently, but completely unromantically, on the back.

“Will you be alright to walk to your car alone?” He asked.

You sat up, wiping the back of your hand across your lips. You had been doing this with him for long enough that you could tell what answer he was looking for.

“Uh-huh, I can.” You said, slowly getting to your feet.

You were a distraction, currently running the risk of overstaying your welcome. He had work to do, other things to think about, more important matters than keeping you entertained. He would rather be alone with his thoughts than engage in smalltalk for the duration of the walk to the campus’ parking lot.

And you had told yourself that this was fine, as you pulled your clothes back on. He was doing the same.

You paused, stopping from going over to where your shoes and bag were sitting by the locked door. “Uhm, do I get my panties back?”

He finished fixing the fly of his pants back into place before looking up at you. “Huh? Oh, no I don’t think so.” You opened your mouth, even though you knew there was no arguing with his final word. “Come and get them from me tomorrow.”

You fussed with the hem of your skirt, which hit you at about mid-thigh. “Alright.”

“Mi scusi.” He said after watching you put your shoes on and shoulder your bag. “Kiss before you go.”

You smiled as you walked back around his desk. He tilted his head back so that you could kiss him directly on the mouth. “Goodnight, Mr Torchio.”

… … … 

But he wasn't to be found in his office the following day. 

You were prepared for his return from this sick day, coming up with something you thought was witty, something you hoped would do more than earn your panties back. You wanted to get a smile from him, you would love to amuse him and prove your worth as more than a fucktoy.

In accordance with how your last encounter had wrapped up, you took your underwear off and left it in your car. You started your walk to his office.

You found the door ajar and lightly knocked your fist against its surface. The room was silent as you pushed the door the rest of the way open, with your gag gift held in the other hand.

He wasn’t situated behind his desk, but the room wasn’t empty. You discovered a familiar blonde woman sitting on the couch.

Victoria - she was another student who attended the same of Ethan’s lectures as you.

You didn’t sit near her, but you had exchanged a few words with her in the hallway, she seemed nice. She had an effortlessly cool air about her as she strolled into class with a skateboard under her arm. Everyone else in that class was irrelevant to you (even when Ethan had you team up for group activities), but she was the least irrelevant of the people that sat behind you. You couldn’t help but notice her, wondering if you wanted to be her, or be with her.

You had never been with a girl before. Even though college was the time when people experimented with their identities, you never let your musings go that far.

“He’ll be back in fifteen minutes, he’s running errands or whatever. But I’ve got the next meeting scheduled with him.” She said. “Trust me to be early for the first time ever and it’s not even worth it, ‘cause the-... is that a fucking apple?”

You felt very awkward as you stood in the doorway, starting to move the fruit so as to hide it behind your back. “Well, uhm…”

She laughed. “We all call you the teacher's pet, but this takes it to a whole new level. You’re really going all the way in on this stereotype, huh?”

You cleared your throat and took a few steps into the room, heading toward the desk. “Actually, it’s an inside joke.”

“Right, between the teacher and his pet.” She said, watching you walk. “So is this the reason that you’re the only one he’s nice to? You bring him a cute little apple for his desk and he decides to not be a jerk or a hard-ass to you.”

You spun around to face her. “He’s not a jerk.”

“Yeah, not to you. Whenever you ask a question, he says great question with this big smile and goes into it with a, like, ten-minute monologue and he’s writing shit on the whiteboard.” She said and you could feel your cheeks heating up. “But for the rest of us? It’s like he couldn’t be fucked to dignify our questions with an answer so, like, every time he wants to open it up for the class to discuss.”

“Uhm, I’ve never noticed him doing that.” You said.

You placed the apple (carefully selected at the grocery store to not have any displeasing bruises on it) onto his desk, on top of some papers in front of his computer - a spot he was guaranteed to notice it. You were planning to send him a text, giving him a clear indication that the apple was from you. To keep the doctor away, you would type. It was disappointing that you would be walking back to your car without panties on, but he would surely make it up to you.

When you turned around, it was to find Victoria staring at you. It was like she was studying you - similar to how you had found yourself looking at her, but this was the first time you were aware of her returning the favour.

“Yeah, of course you wouldn’t notice that. Are you fucking him?” She asked and fear crawled up the back of your throat. You opened your mouth, but you couldn’t think of anything to say. Instead the next noise was her laughter. “Okay, I was just joking. But shit, look at your face. You’re as red as that apple. I’m right, aren’t I?”

Eventually, you cleared your throat and tried to find something useful to say. “I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“I was only, like, forty percent on it, but I’m right, I’m totally right.” She said, smiling as she looked you up-and-down. “Everything makes sense now. So that’s why you wear those slutty little schoolgirl outfits.”

Again, you found yourself too stunned to speak. Ethan was the only one who was supposed to notice your clothes - from the tight fit of your blouse, to the short hem of your skirt, it was always for him.

You had never seen Victoria looking before - but now, she thought you were slutty?

“Please Victoria, you can’t tell anyone.” You said, letting your vulnerability show and you took a step toward where she was sitting comfortably on the couch (a couch you had fucked on a handful of times). “I don’t want him to get into trouble. And my degree means too much to me, I can’t have anything compromise that.”

There was no hint of laughter on her face now and she innocently showed you the palm of her hand. “Relax, little one, I’m not into gossiping. What you do with your pussy is your business…” You sighed with relief. “So long as it’s consensual, it is, right?” Immediately, you nodded your head. “That’s good. What kind of consensual shit does he do to you?”

You could only stare at her, it was entirely beyond you to be so direct. You were filled with disbelief, too out of your depth to know how to react.

“I said that I’m not a gossip and that’s true. But what I am is motivated by curiosity, and the things in my head right now- holy fuck, you’ve really got me wondering. It’s like I need to know ‘cause my brain wants those blanks filled in. You’ll help me out, won’t you? ‘Cause you don’t want me to get stuck thinking about it, it could be really distracting. It might get so distracting that I won’t be able to concentrate and I’ll waste the pre-booked time I need with your boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You felt compelled to say, prompting a smile from her.

“So what is he?” She asked and her smile was reminding you of a cartoon cat that had caught its rodent prey. “Come on my dear, don’t let me die of curiosity here. How about you shut and lock that door, then come sit here with me and we’ll have a little girl talk?”

You drew in a deep breath and curled your fingers into a shaky fist as you started walking over to the office door. You stood facing out of the office as you laid your hand upon the doorknob. You swung it shut, blocking the view of the hallway beyond and you clicked the lock into place.

When you turned back around to face her, you found that she was still smiling. “You’re a good girl, huh?” There was no reason for your heart to start racing at this, as you walked over to the sofa. She made room for you, shifting to the left a little as she draped an arm over the backrest. Her eyes were set on you as she invitingly patted the available space directly next to her body.

You sat down, feeling the nervous energy moving through you. It wasn’t entirely different from the adrenaline you got to enjoy when locked in this office.

She looked perfectly at ease, her fingers playing through her golden hair. “I can’t say that I blame him. I get why he would want some extra time with you- you’re gorgeous and this whole look really works for you. I’ve noticed how consistent you are, I’m sure that’s very attractive to him.”

“You think that I’m gorgeous?”

“Well of course I do. I have eyes, don’t I?” She asked before noticing the look on your face. “Oh, what’s wrong, little one? Does he not tell you how gorgeous you are as often as possible?”

You shook your head. “No, it’s not that. He-...”

She lightly brushed the backs of her fingers against your cheek. “Is that the first time you’ve been called attractive and gorgeous by a girl?” You found you couldn’t speak, instead just nodding your head. “Does it make you uncomfortable when I say stuff like that? ‘Cause I can stop if you don’t like-...”

“No, you don’t have to stop.” You said, but you couldn’t make yourself meet her eye.

She let her hand rest on your shoulder. “I don’t even have to think about whether or not you’re doing this for the grades, ‘cause I know it’s not about that. You’re so smart that you don’t need to screw for better grades, ‘cause you’re already getting the best grades possible. You’re just fucking him for fun and I love that for you.

“Good for you. And good for him. I bet you’re really obedient. Do you do exactly what he says?” She asked as her fingers smoothed the crisp fabric that covered your shoulder. “Would you do exactly what I ask you to do?”

“What would you ask me to do?”

She licked her lips, her grin wider now. “Well, I might want a bit more privacy. And I know, and you know that the door being locked isn't really gonna keep anyone out, ‘cause there’s the department master key, in addition to Ethan’s key. But you could take one of those chairs, push it against the door and that would slow down anyone trying to get in, and it would give us kind of an alarm for the door being opened.”

You were silent as you got to your feet, despite the fact that you were full of questions. With your mind racing, it was impossible to know what to say first. You grabbed one of the chairs that faced his desk and started to drag it over to the door. As you pushed it up against the door, you wondered why she was so desperate to securely lock the door. All of the answers that you could find were of exciting outcomes.

“Good girl.” She said as you joined her on the sofa again, your bodies almost touching. “I got a little distracted while you were doing that…” She grinned, sparkles filling her light eyes. “You see, I couldn’t help myself from looking at your ass. And then I got to wondering if you’re wearing panties under that slutty skirt.” Your hands immediately went to the hem of your pleated skirt. “Do you wanna show me?”

“I-...”

Your thought went unfinished, the rest of your sentence suffocated by her mouth on yours. And you were instantly kissing her back, all thoughts leaving your mind as you indulged in the softness of her lips, moving so easily against your own. The adrenaline rushed your body, addicting enough that you wanted to stay.

She was licking her lips as she looked away. Forgetting to be embarrassed, you started to lift up your skirt, peeling the fabric up from your thighs. You felt the air on your cunt and let your eyes flutter shut.

She gasped. “Holy fuck. You just walk around campus like this? That’s so sexy.”

Biting into your lip couldn’t suppress your smile. A little bashfulness crept in and you crossed one leg over the other. “Only from my car to here. And I don’t do it, like, regularly or anything.”

“It makes me wanna touch you.” She said, moving in closer again. You looked from her parted lips up to her enchanting eyes. “You’re his star student and now I’m gonna make you see stars…”

She tilted her head to the side, coming in a bit closer. But it was you who entirely closed the gap between the two of you. You kissed her, your heart launching into your throat as she responded by pushing her chest against yours. She cupped your cheek in her hand and you let your lips part. Her tongue slowly swiped back-and-forth against your top lip, making you feel like you were melting.

Her fingertips traced down, sliding onto the side of your neck as her tongue came into your mouth. She touched you with such tenderness, taking her time to explore every inch of your skin. You found yourself thinking about your exposed cunt more-and-more, her tongue working against the roof of your mouth and inviting you deeper into the pleasure.

You didn’t resist when you felt her fingers work your top button open. You just went on kissing her, feeling your excitement building.

“Is this what it’s like with him?” She asked, working two more of your buttons open. “Does he fuck you right here on this couch?”

"We have before, yes." You said.

Her hand moved in under your top, stroking at the skin above your bra and you could feel your breath getting shallower. "Does that feel good?"

"Uh-huh."

"What if I go like this…?" She pushed her hand into the cup of your bra, her eyes staring into yours.

Her soft hand moulded to the curve of your breast, holding and you nodded your head, unable to speak. Her thumb caressed your skin and your nipple steadily hardened against the palm of her hand. 

She held your breast with a firmer grip, her fingers moving as they sought a different hold. She was able to manoeuvre her fingers, sliding her index and middle fingers to either side of your nipple. Gently, she applied pressure, testing to see how you responded to a squeeze. Your eyes fluttered shut and you arched your back for her.

She grabbed your nipple between her fingers and a breathless smile touched your lips, the sensitive nub was more starved for attention than you had realised. You shifted in your seat as she kept up this delicious pressure.

As you were sinking in to this stimulation, she returned her mouth to yours. You put your hand to the side of her face, drawing her in closer as you cheerfully farewelled all of your earlier inhibitions.

Your moan was muffled by her sweet lips when you felt her twist your nipple, playing the peak past its natural position. This served to add to the fire deep inside of you, with the arousal radiating out. She twisted it the other way.

“Good little girl.” She praised. “You like having your yummy tits played with, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” You said, you had started to shake.

“They’re so gorgeous, I could really get distracted by them.” She said and you giggled, feeling flattered. “But I wanna touch you more. Do you know what I mean?”

You returned her stare as you nodded your head. You wanted to know exactly what she meant, to know it with every fibre of your being.

“Good little girl.” She said and she put her hands down to your pleated skirt. She lifted the hem even higher as her eyes travelled down to your pussy. She licked her lips as her hand curled into an eager fist around the fabric of your skirt. “You’ll tell me if I do anything that you don’t want, or if you don’t like how something feels, won’t you?”

“Yes, I will.” You said as she rested her hand up high on your thigh.

Her lips crushed against yours as her body leaned into your own. One hungry kiss followed the next, with her tongue swiping between your parted lips. Your fingers lightly twisted around her long hair as you followed her into this deeper rhythm.

She glided her hand up, moving from your leg to your crotch. She comfortably rested her hand against your pussy, cupping it as her tongue seemed to dance inside of your mouth. Her fingers slowly shifted, brushing through the little curls of hair they came into contact with. Blood rushed to this area as you keenly tried to predict her next move.

She moved her fingers lower, seeking out your entrance. She ghosted the tips of her fingers across your hole, not pressing inside yet. But it was enough to make you quiver uncontrollably.

“That’s really fuckin’ wet.” She said with a smile.

You bit your lip as you nodded. “Yeah.”

She dragged her fingers up, finding your clit. You gasped, eyes squeezing shut as your muscles tensed. Delicately, she rubbed the hood as she returned her mouth to yours.

You were moaning and whining against her lips as one passionate kiss followed the next. Her lust was incredible, carrying you away and leaving no space for second-guessing. Between her tongue and her fingers, you were feeling bewitched.

She took her hand off of your pussy, leaving you to ache. You weren’t trying to regain your composure as you opened your eyes. You watched her breathlessly as she raised her hand up to her lips.

She maintained eye contact as she placed her newly-wet fingers into her mouth, cleaning them off. You couldn’t help but smile and she fluttered her lashes at you.

“Sweet little cunt.” She said.

You couldn’t think of anything to say back to this unique compliment. But she wasn’t waiting for a response from you.

Instead she lifted her butt from the cushion and moved herself forward to place her knees onto the floor. She placed herself between your parted knees, looking up at you with that keen grin on her face.

You stared at her as she ran her hands up-and-down your bare thighs. Your mind was racing, practically overflowing with desires. You didn’t know what she had planned next, but you wanted to find out. You wanted to find out how much higher she could take you, you wanted to find out everything she could do to you with unbelievable hunger.

She pushed her hair back off of her shoulders and started to lean forward. Her eyes left your face, instead fixing onto your exposed pussy. The bashfulness that you felt was overridden by your surging lust and curiosity.

You felt the warmth from her face on your skin, this was followed by her tongue, making your heart leap into your throat. The tip of her tongue began at your entrance, then she ran it up, tasting more of your slit.

You sighed heavily, your eyes wanting to flutter shut as she moved her tongue up-and-down. These little waves were so inviting, sending intoxicating tingles radiating through your body.

Then she sank the tip of her tongue inside of you. She pushed into your cunt, drawing more whines from you. She began to flick her tongue about, playing between your sensitive walls until you were squirming, wanting to rock your hips.

With a slurping noise, she pulled out, leaning back. Your mouth hung open as you looked at her, watching as she licked her lips. You didn't waste a single second in worrying over the door remaining locked. You were too entranced by her (and how she could make you feel) to stress about how much time of this privacy that you two had left.

“That’s such a sweet fuckin’ cunt.” She said. “I want more, my dear.”

“Yes.” It came out as a strained whisper, at present there was no chance of you getting your voice any louder.

She went in with her pointer finger, slowly pushing this inside of you. You moaned and tilted your pelvis, one of your hands gripping the couch for support as she went in deeper.

She pulled her finger back, then glided forward again. Inside of you, she worked the digit back-and-forth, prompting a fluttering from your inner-walls. She set into a tempo, masterfully massaging you into a more excited state.

You let out a loud moan when you felt her mouth making contact again. This time she laid her lips down upon your clit, kissing it fondly. All the while, she kept that finger moving and exploring inside of you.

Then she spread you further by pushing a second finger inside. She started to lick all over your clit and it was getting increasingly difficult to hold yourself still.

She removed her mouth and immediately slapped her fingers down against your clit. You felt like your head was spinning in the aftermath of the spank. The intensity was almost disorientating, you had never been spanked there before. Your nerves were on fire now.

As you gasped and quivered, she gently kissed your clit again, playing with the new sensitivities she had just awoken.

“What do you think he would do if we left a little stain of your sweet cum on his couch?” She asked, but you didn’t want to think about Ethan right now.

It was so much easier to just get carried away with your thoughts of her.

Especially when she spanked your cunt again, two quick slaps that made you flinch as you felt rattled down to the very core of your being. These grand stimulations swept through you, clearing all thoughts from your mind.

You didn’t get a chance to calm down from this crazed height. She plunged her fingers in deeper and curled them up. Your legs went limp and you were floored by how easily she had been able to find your sweet spot.

“Are you gonna come for me, like a good little girl?” She asked.

There was no answering this because there weren’t any words left in your head. When her lips returned to your clitoral hood, your eyes rolled up and you felt like you were on the verge of ascending.

You could feel her fingers pumping, just as her tongue was working your clitoris over, but you couldn’t keep track of her tempo. Because it was all too much for you to bear. It was too powerful, too intense and too perfect.

“Come.” She instructed, barely breaking contact with your clitoral hood. “Come for me. Do it.”

Your hips snapped into her, pressing forward as you began to come undone.

She pulled her mouth away from you. “Yes, good girl.” She spanked your throbbing clit, prompting a convulsion from you. “Good little slut.” She hit your cunt two more times, making you keel over to the side as she drew her fingers out of you.

You laid down on the couch, feeling like you were slipping out of reality as you shut your eyes.

“Hey, don’t get too comfortable there.” She said. “I don’t know how you two usually do things on the couch, but…”

“You’re right.” You said, sitting up.

She got up from the floor and began to smooth your hair out. You immediately pushed your skirt down, covering yourself. You did up the buttons on your shirt, rushing to make yourself presentable again.

“Don’t worry, all of your secrets are safe with me.” She said.

“Thanks, Victoria. I…” You continued to find yourself at a loss for words as you looked at the pretty girl next to you.

She smiled, leaning in to kiss you again, playing with your hair a little as she did so. You could taste yourself on her lips, before she was pulling away far too soon.

“Come on, you gotta get out of here.” She said.

You got to your feet and took the chair away from the door, dragging it back to its usual spot. You unlatched the lock, putting your hand to the doorknob.

“We should do this again sometime…” She said, winking at you when you glanced back at her.

You smiled, feeling flustered. You stepped out of the office and began to walk away, feeling very different to how you had when approaching the room. You barely noticed any of the things you passed, or the steps as you took them - it was auto-pilot that got you back to your car. You unlocked it and sat in the driver's seat.

It took some time for you to remember that you needed to message Ethan.

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[icarodamiano]

Måneskin for Kerrang! Magazine

pictures via ciaothomas_

Post-Eurovision, Måneskin have become one of the world's biggest bands. Now preparing to headline The 02, we caught up with the Italian rock'n'rollers at Lollapalooza to on the ground just how wild their lives are getting, and why none of them seem to like wearing clothes...

It's a Sunday itemoon at Grant Park in Chicago, the site of Lollapalooza. The sun is shining, the sky is straight out of an oil painting - a deep, rich blue decorated with perfectly formed clouds - and the air is warm. For four days, 100,000 people make their way into the designated section of the 319-acre park to attend the festival originally started by Perry Farrell in 1991 as a travelling farewell tour for Jane's Addiction. Now a staple of Chicago life that sees the city's downtown area teeming with people, through its gates and on the surrounding streets there are no thoughts of the injustice and cruelty that permeate the news cycles. Judging by the lack of macks, there's also very little indication that COVID - which saw the festival exist only in digital form in 2020 and is on the rise once again - ever existed. It's a paradise of late-capitalist dystopia, where soda-sized cans of beer com $10 and a four-day wristband will set you back $375 for General Admission, rising to $4,200 for a 'Platinum' edition.

You could understand, then, why one Måneskin fan is at the front of the crowd crying. In fact, she's not just crying, but bawling her eyes out uncontrollably as the Italian band appear high up the main stage some four hours before the final day's headline act, Green Day, offer up a spellbinding performance that firmly cements their legendary status. These aren't sad tears. Quite the opposite. They're an expression of joy. Her irrepressible emotions - her paroxysms of joy enlarged on the huge screens either side of the stage - are more than enough for vocalist Damiano David to notice her.

"That's how you fucking behave at a gig!" the 23-year old frontman bellows, both to the fan in question and the thousands of other people watching her cry. "You're a fucking pro fan, okay? I fucking love you!" he continues. This only causes her to convulse even more uncontrollably than she already was.

"Take example," he says, "everybody starts crying right now, okay?" It's one of the few times his English isn't entirely perfect, but it doesn't matter. As the fan essentially folds in half over the barrier, you know it's a moment she's going to remember for the rest of her life.

It's also an indication of the power that the quartet Damiano, bassist Victoria De Angelis, guitarist Thomas Raggi and drummer Ethan Torchio - currently wield. After they play their hour-long set, Perry Farrell's Porno For Pyros are the next band on the main stage. And while, admittedly, they never had the same draw as Perry's main outfit Jane's Addiction, there are significantly fewer people watching them than were watching Måneskin. Not half bad for a band who only formed in 2016 and whose lyrics are often in Italian.

That doesn't seem to matter, though. Whether Máneskin are strutting their stuff- and boy do they strut - their own language, like set opener Zitt E Buoni (the song with which the four-piece won the 2021 Eurovision Song Contest), or in English as they do on the decadent, hedonistic Supermodel, the crowd sing every single word back. Whether they understand them or not. It's an incredibly rare sight to behold- especially in America- but the international fervour for the Italians doesn't end there. On May 8, 2023, nine months on from Lollapalooza, the four-piece will headine London's 20,000-capacity The 02 - a far cry from when they first played the capital in 2019. Then, it was at The Dome, the 500-capacity venue in London's Tufnell Park. The band don't need to be made aware of how unusually and insanely fast that trajectory is.

"It's been crazy to see how we all of a sudden started planting seeds all around Europe," says Damiano in the band's dressing room a couple of hours before their set, and then also outside of Europe. It's been even crazier to see how fast and how far things have grown. Like, one year ago, we went around Europe playing for like 500 or 1,000 or 2,000 people. when we were lucky, but now we see that we are selling like 10,000 tickets in South America. It's crazy! We're reaching places where we would never imagine to be."

It goes without saying that a great deal of that is down to Maneskin's Eurovision victory. While often derided as a kitschy competition that promotes terrible pop music (and rightly so), Måneskin decided that the pros of taking part in the contest would likely outweigh the cons. They were absolutely right.

"We went there knowing it was not our natural environment," admits Damiano, "but we just said, 'It's a huge stage!" When we see a stage, we just want to play there. We don't care if it's cheesy or 'not rock'n'roll'. We'll make it rock'n'roll! Which is what I think we did at Eurovision. We didn't want any dancers or stuff onstage- it was just us, a for the drums, and pyro."

Making it rock'n'roll was exactly what they did - not just with their winning performance of Zitti E Buoni, but also their alleged antics at their table while waiting for the results. On live television, in front of approximately 183 million people, it looked very much as if the singer did - or was about to do -a line of cocaine. Whether he did or not is another thing. but the fuss and furore it all caused got absolutely everybody talking about Måneskin, at least. It's something they actually enjoy playing with, and they like to provoke people while they do so.

"We're good at not actually caring about what people say because we know the truth," says Damiano, and we think the truth and the authentic things are always going to come out one way or another. So when we were accused of snorting coke at Eurovision, we didn't get pissed. We knew the truth and were like, "Okay, this is fun! I love it! I was super hyped, and it was funny to think) a lot of people hate me! But it's easy to shut out things if you know the truth and if they're not true. There's a beat. "The problem is when they catch you doing true shit!"

The artist village at Lollapalooza is a fenced-off complex just behind the festival's main stage. There are fashion and food vendors offering free wares to those with access, as well as a bar that serves free drinks, although they don't start giving alcohol out until 3pm. But there are ping-pong and picnic tables, and a host of other luxuries afforded to those who are playing. Except for Green Day, who have their own fenced-off complex within the fenced-off complex, the green rooms for all the bands playing are set up in a line next to each other, a rock'n'roll village.

Inside Måneskin's dressing room, Damiano is finishing off a small joint, and he'll later announce to the crowd how great it is that weed is legal in Chicago. The band are also lacking in clothes, their stage outfits only half on at this juncture. Lounging around in various states of undress, there has rarely been a better example of a good looking or more stylish rock'n'roll band. It's no wonder they were chosen to star in a Gucci advertising campaign last year.

It's another vivid example of their rapid ascent from playing shows as teenagers and busking on the streets of Rome to being in the throes of world domination. It would be easy for them to let their success derail them, but they show no signs of that actually happening. In fact, they're adjusting to it all very well-probably because, having won a number of awards at home a few years ago, the wheels were in motion before Eurovision blasted them into the stratosphere.

"I think we got used to it in a way in Italy when we were growing up there," says Vic, "so we already knew how to handle it and how to not let it get in our heads. So now we're just happy and enjoying every piece of it." As they should be. But it's also worth noting that this is →

something they've been actively working for and towards since they formed the band as teenagers in school. Because even at a young age, as Victoria explains, Måneskin had their eyes on the big time. Ask them if back then their aspirations would have included world domination and they probably like most bands would have said yes. The difference now is that they can answer yes and have that actually be a tangible possibility.

"Even when we started the band when we were very young, we took it seriously," she says. "It's not like we were saying. We want to play The O2!" - and here she smiles a devilish grin to illustrate her delight that that's actually going to happen - "but we wanted to make a real project, record an album in the studio, play a lot of gigs. Most of the people our age weren't even into music, or if they were, it was just for fun to go to a rehearsal room and play some covers. But we were like. "We need to do a photoshoot and make a video clip Everyone was like, "What the fuck is wrong with you?! You're 15-year-old children!' But we really wanted to make this a longtime project."

With that comes a level headedness and intelligence that belies their image and their sound. One of the most touted facts bandied around about. Måneskin is that people are streaming the band's songs in their billions. In 2021, analytics company Viberate totted up Spotify, TikTok, YouTube and Instagram numbers to reveal that the Italians made the biggest impact in terms of views, streams and likes for that year. On Spotify, they were streamed two billion times in 2021, while they garnered 213 million views on YouTube. Those insane Spotify statistics mean they were streamed more than Metallica who, by comparison, only managed a paltry 1.3 billion streams- and also gave Queen a run for their money.

Impressive as this is - and it's incredibly impressive - Måneskin are just taking those facts and figures in their stride. Unlike, it must be said, a lot of people who have been getting upset that these young whippersnappers are out-streaming their iconic heroes, or the media outlets that have been sensationalising those figures.

"I think the world has become a bunch of clickbait shit, says Damiano. "Of course the viewer is going to get super upset when you hear, 'Måneskin are more streamed than Queen. But I'm a thinking person, so I'm like, 'Of course." They were not a Spotify-time band. They've sold millions more albums than we can ever hope to sell, because it worked in another way. It wasn't about streams, it was about actual selling. It's a different thing, but I think it's just the journalists trying to be smart and cause drama and to get people to split up. But it's just shit. We know we're not Queen and we don't even aim to be Queen. They already existed and we don't want to copy anybody. Otherwise, I'd be singing in a high-pitched voice and wearing all white."

"We're just having fun, and things are getting even better"

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With great power comes great responsibility, so the old adage goes. That's something Måneskin are discovering more and more as their profile continues to rise exponentially. Needless to say, glam rock isn't, and hasn't ever been, a particularly political genre. The whole point of it is over-the-top posturing and dramatics - it's meant to be fun and raucous

In Måneskin's case, its also awash with a heavy sexuality especially in their performance of Touch Me, a steamy, sleazy song about physical attraction that today sees Damiano, by this point topless, get into the crowd and charm them with his incredible charisma and his sweaty, naked torso. But then things take a turn for the more serious. That song morphs into an off-kilter cover of The Who's My Generation, before the band announce their solidarity with Ukraine and launch into a vicious diatribe about Vladimir Putin by way of introduction to We're Gonna Dance On Gasoline. A snarling, ominous anthem released back in April - a month after the band cancelled the Russian leg of their world tour in opposition to the war - it seems to address the Russian president directly, and offers up a completely different side to the band. It shows that there's much more to them than just glam rock hedonism - something they think is increasingly important to show the world as the continue to get bigger.

"When we know enough about something specific, then we talk about it," says Ethan on one of the few occasions he speaks during the interview. "Knowledge is important."

"I love this quote by Billie Eilish," says Damiano. "She said a super-smart thing, that having money makes you powerful, but sometimes saying no to money makes you even more powerful. I think it's very true, and saying no to some places or some people or some industries which are fucking the world up is very powerful. It sends a message that you can fuck with them."

Don't get the wrong idea, though. Måneskin aren't going to be turning into Rage Against The Machine any time soon.

"It's not about actual politics," clarifies Vic about the band's decision to not play in Russia. "It's about humanity. When we stand up for Ukraine, we're not discussing strategies or NATO, we're just saying that it's fucking inhuman to kill innocent →

people and invade a country like that. And I think some people really disagree with us saying that, but I think it's really quite stupid, honestly. What we're saying is just a matter of human rights and respecting other people- not having a fucking war going on and just invading and killing loads of innocents. And we like to stand (against) all the other injustices, like racism. homophobia, and misogyny. We don't think it's right for anyone to discriminate others or disrespect others."

It's here where the distance between Måneskin the band and Måneskin the people both starts to blur and become more distinct. Like the vast majority of musicians, their songs are just one part of their personalities and lives, not all of it however much that's mistaken to be the case. They look the part, and they act the part, but that doesn't necessarily mean that's entirely who they are. They're not just a rock'n'roll band, even if they are a very good one. They're much more than that.

"I do think that people got us a bit mistaken because we are a rock band." admits Damiano. "They make the immediate connection between rock'n'roll and the super savage lifestyle. There is that part, of course. Like, Vic and Tom love partying, but they're of course responsible and don't do drugs. I hate partying and I won't go to a party unless it's with my super-close friends. But we haven't had the time to show ourselves in 360. Maybe we're not even ready for that. People are very complex and complicated, so it's hard to show everything about you just through interviews and social media and onstage."

"It's part of who we are, of course," adds Victoria. "We can't show every side of ourselves. Some things we like to keep private. Our friends and the people who are with us know, but it's not like we're faking anything. Of course we behave differently if we're at a friendly dinner or we're onstage, but that's normal."

Måneskin's journey to these great heights might, from a distance, look like a whirlwind ascent to rock stardom, but really they've just been putting in the work from the very first day. Now they're ready to get to the next phase of their career. Although they're guarded about specifics, they've been in LA working on a new album with, among other people, famed Swedish producer and hitmaker Max Martin, where they say they've recorded "probably 50" songs for their next record. It is, truly, the stuff of dreams - except these are dreams that keep coming true, and look set to continue to do so for a long while yet.

"We always thought we could actually make it," says Damiano, self-assured, but not arrogant. "Everything that is happening now makes us super happy and super proud, but we're also not starstruck by it, because we fucking worked our asses off to get here. We deserve it and we know how to keep it and we know what we want to do. But we also know it's not something that happens every day. We know that this is our train and we've been smart enough and lucky enough to jump on it, but since we're already on it, we want to chill and enjoy the trip without thinking, 'Where are we going to get to?' Because we don't really give a shit. We're just having fun, and things are getting even better."

Still, don't rule out that, next time, maybe Måneskin will be the ones with the fenced-off complex inside the fenced-off complex. And you can bet your life already there'll be plenty more people in attendance shedding those 'pro fan' tears during a moment they'll never forget.

Måneskin will release a new single this autumn. The band play The 02 on May 8, 2023 - see the gig guide

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I'm sorry you had a shit day 😭😭😭🖤🖤🖤 questions 4 (fic: Air Catcher) & 17 for the ask game!

Questions for fic writers

4. What detail in [insert fic] are you really proud of? The flippant answer is that I'm really proud of Louis getting to do a that's what she said joke LMAO I think people sleep on Louis' humor but I'm not even mad about it because that's what makes it so great when he finally does get a really good joke in. Like, that's the same Louis who called vampire myths "bullshit" in his interview with Daniel. He's fucking funny! Even when he's mentally spiraling, he sees the chance to catch Lestat off-guard and make him laugh, and he takes it!

The serious answer is the detail included in the very first sentence that I wrote for the entire fic, which I ended up using as the summary: "Louis had read about it, too, in those little yellow books back in San Francisco." The little yellow book in question is The Joy of Gay Sex by Charles Silverstein and Felice Picano. I imagine this would've been something Louis had read when it was first published in the late 70's. Even though I've spoken a lot on my thoughts about Louis observing the gay scene in SF, it was much easier for him to read about it in books like this one. The way it's written is very straight-forward and informative, but also non-judgmental so I like to think Louis really did find it worth studying as like his own urban dictionary. That was actually kind of the jumping-off point for most of the fic, actually; this idea that in moments of high emotion Louis tends to try and lean on his analytical side, so he's constantly trying to sift through the catalogue of gay sex life readings in his head to figure out what the hell is wrong with him asdgfhjefbc ANYWAY yeah Louis definitely has a copy of The Joy of Gay Sex on his bookshelf.

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it? asdfghjsbekfkndc GOD I'm sorry to give a boring answer but I really don't deal much in au's!! I love reading everyone else's au verses but idk man my brain isn't that imaginative lmfao I have a really hard time seeing the characters outside of canon.

I will say, very predictably, I've fallen back into the world of 70s punk (thanks spider-verse) and I've always loved the idea of Lestat somehow finding his way back to his music, and Louis getting to accompany him on the drums :) this may or may not also be influenced by måneskin's black haired drummer, Ethan Torchio. I just think it'd be a great Rage Outlet for him (lord knows he needs it) and it'd be perfect because he wouldn't really be too involved, he'd just sit in the back by his drum kit and look hot lmfao I think that would be fun

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Handwritten - An Ethan Torchio Story || Chapter Six

Pairings: Ethan Torchio x OC Character

Summary: Words are magic and when one author pours their heart and soul into something, the Universe just…answers.

Words: 2024

A/N: Tell a friend to tell a friend, we're baaaaaaaaaaack.

THE HANDWRITTEN MASTERLIST

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The bed was warm and the body sleeping next to her made her feel like it was all a dream. A dream that she didn't want to wake up from. 

Ethan was next to her, his arm draped around her middle, sleeping peacefully, his hair slightly messy from the sleep.

Aurora took a moment to watch him. Counting her blessings one by one. He was there, the man that with each passing second she fell more and more for. Holding her, taking care of her. 

She touched his face very gently, with the tips of her fingers, wishing she could get the courage to kiss him just as gently as to not wake him.

The grip on her tightened only slightly and he smiled sleepily.

She kept tracing his features very gently.

"Why are you up so early?" He opened one eye, squinting at the light.

"I need to go." Aurora pressed a kiss to his jaw.

"Noooooo." He pouted, looking so cute that she felt like she could implode.

"Yes, I have an appointment I need to go to. You go back to sleep." She pressed more kisses to his skin, almost like she was committing it all to memory.

"You are making it very difficult to let you go." He pulled her closer and smiled sleepily. 

"I hate that I need to go but I really have to go to that appointment." Auri pressed another kiss, this time lower on his neck.

"When will I see you?"

"Hm, later today?" 

"Good, I am really getting used to falling asleep next to you."

"I am getting used to that too." She kissed his cheek.

"You covered me in kisses." The sleepy smile did not leave his face.

"Yes, and now you can sleep for both of us." She pressed another one, this time to his shoulder.

"I will. But you need rest too."

"So I keep hearing." Auri chuckled and rolled out of bed.

"Text me when you can." Ethan mumbled, sleep taking over once again.

"I will." 

**

Therapy was exhausting but Aurora knew it was worth it. It was worth it because she deserved to heal and move on in her life, she deserved to get better and have a better life than the one she’d left behind.

“You look better than you did last week, Aurora.” Lucia commented.

“Thank you. I slept really well last night.” 

“That’s positive news. So, what would you like to talk about today?” 

Auri took a deep breath, trying to sift through the thoughts that had been in the back of her mind for the past week.

“My birthday is coming up and I am terrified.” 

“What makes you feel that way?

“It was only the past two years that I got my birthday to be about me and not about other people’s feelings and wishes. Now that I got the courage to start over and be here, I am scared that old feelings of unease and anxiety, and quite frankly pain, might resurface and ruin the day.”

“How did you get it to be about you only two years ago when it was about you all along?” 

“Rationally I know it was all about me, but I always went along with whatever relatives wanted. The last two years I preferred to spend the day with my closest people instead and do what makes me happy.”

“Were you happy?”

“Yes, but there were always consequences.” 

Lucia took a moment, wanting to phrase her words well.

“That is part of your past and the fact that you made it here means that you were strong enough to fight for yourself. Strong enough to make a better life for yourself. The fact that you acknowledge the past struggles and you are worried about patterns repeating speaks volumes already.” 

One of the corners of Aurora’s mouth lifted.

“I haven’t told my boyfriend about my birthday anxiety.”

“From what I’ve heard about him from you, I am sure he will support you to the best of his abilities.”

“I know he will. I am just scared that the mess that I might turn in might push him away.”

“You shouldn’t make the choice for him. Give him the space to see you for who you are and go from there.” Lucia suggested.

Auri swallowed hard.

“Allow people to celebrate you.” 

She unlocked her phone after therapy and saw the notifications on it, only to lock it again. Her mind was full of Lucia’s words. Things were different now, better. There wasn’t anything to be worried about. Worry still ate away at her. 

She walked through the busy Roman streets, not rushing, trying to clear her head enough so she could maybe work for a little bit once at home.

Her phone buzzed again.

“Are you okay? How was therapy?” It was a text from Ethan that brought a smile to her face.

“I think I am okay, just deep in thought. I have something to tell you (nothing bad, I promise) as soon as we meet up.” 

“I am glad it went well. Do you want me to pick you up?” 

“I am almost at the apartment.” 

“Oh. Okay. Did you eat?”

“I had a chocolate cornetto on the way to therapy but I am too nauseous to eat right now.”

“I could bring you some soup.”

“No, I just need some time to calm down really. It will be fine.” 

“Okay, I am one text away if you need me.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I think I’ll go to the gym for an hour and then meet with Thomas for coffee and then go see my mum.”

“Sounds like a good plan. Have a good day, tesoro.” 

“You too, cara. Text me if you need me.”

Auri caught herself before she could send “i always need you.”  It was too early for that and she didn’t want to push too hard.

“I will.” 

“Don’t drink too much coffee.” 

“I can’t make any promises.” 

**

Ethan showed up with a bag full of snacks to Thomas’ apartment. He’d freshened up after the gym, gotten snacks and then gone straight to Thomas’ apartment.

“Edgar!” Thomas threw his arms open and hugged him tightly.

Ethan chuckled and hugged his friend.

“You act like we haven’t seen each other in a decade.”

“What’s wrong with me showing you affection?” Thomas chuckled and kissed Ethan’s cheek.

“You’re very perky.”

“I am, life is amazing, how could I not be perky?” Thomas grinned and took the bag.

“I am glad life is treating you well. Does that mean you and Tom are doing well?”

“They are but I am not willing to disclose more at this moment.” Thomas grinned despite using his most formal tone.

“How formal of you.” Ethan chuckled.

“Tom is just…special. I feel like everything is just as it was always meant to be.” Thomas explained as he ripped into a bag of chips.

Ethan looked at him curiously.

“You’re thinking of settling down?”

“And you’re not?” Thomas raised a brow.

Ethan didn’t respond so Thomas pushed on.

“I’ve seen the way you look at Auri.”

Ethan flushed.

“You and Tom are so new.” 

“Don’t change the topic.”

“I am not. I am telling the truth.”

“I lost more than enough time without Tom. I am not going to propose tomorrow but I am also not letting go of Tom anytime soon. Tom is my endgame even if there are bumps along the road.”

Ethan was surprised by his friend’s words. He was happy for him, of course, but he didn’t expect Thomas to be talking about endgames this early in a relationship.

“Are you alright?” Thomas sat down, stretching his legs. 

“I am. Of course, I am. It feels like I am in a bubble of joy.” Ethan affirmed, smiling.

“Good, you and Auri are so cute together.” 

Ethan blushed, making Thomas chuckle.

“How lucky are we, huh Edgar?” Thomas nudged his friend.

“Indeed.”

**

Aurora woke up from the nap because someone was at the door. She had fallen asleep with the laptop next to her - she had been writing ever since getting in from the appointment and she hadn’t meant to fall asleep, yet it happened.

With sleep still lingering, she made her way to the door where she found Ethan, bouquet of flowers in hand and his cutest smile on, effectively melting her immediately.

“Hi.” He leaned to give her a kiss.

“Hi.” She kissed back and stepped aside so he could come in.

“Did I just wake you up?”

“Yup, but I had to wake up anyway.” Auri went to hug him as soon as he set down the flowers. 

“You have been working a lot lately.” He put his hand on the back of her head gently.

“Not more than usual. Ideas just keep coming and it would be a shame if I let them slip.”

“It would be a shame if you work yourself to the ground.” 

Auri held him tighter.

“It’s fine. I promise, it’s nothing I am not used to.”

He kissed her again.

“I was thinking of treating my favourite to some cacio e pepe, what do you think?”

“Who is that favourite so we can have some words?” Auri teased.

“You, of course.” Ethan chuckled.

“Cacio e pepe sounds just like the thing I want right now.” 

“Chef Torchio at your service.” Ethan bowed, making Auri giggle.

“Do you want help in the kitchen?” 

“No, just company.” 

“Alright, I will clean up the bedroom and join you in a moment.”

“Were you working from bed?” Ethan asked as soon as Auri came back and put the tech and the notebooks on the desk.

“Yes.” 

“We should get you an over-the-bed desk, it would lower the chance of something getting knocked over.” 

“Thank you for thinking about this, love.” Auri spoke shyly and he smiled before going over to kiss her again, the term love just making something in his chest swell with joy.

“Of course. Now do you want to talk about what you mentioned earlier that you wanted to tell me?” 

“Oh. Yes! My birthday is coming up and I decided to throw a party!” 

“Your birthday? When?” 

“On the 5th.” Auri smiled.

“Can I do anything to help with the organising?” 

“Well, you can come with me to find a cake.”

“Absolutely. Rehearsals start later this week but I’ll make it work.” 

Auri smiled and took a picture of him at that moment, wanting to freeze the moment in time.

“I’ll light some candles and set the table.” she announced, putting the phone down.

“Amazing. Can I ask something?”

“Of course.”

“Were you scared to tell me about the birthday?”

She froze mid step and looked at him.

“Yes, but because it’s my birthday, not because of anything you did or didn’t do.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Auri walked over to the candles and took a moment to gather her thoughts.

“My parents used to make my birthday all about them and when I started setting boundaries and actually trying to spend it the way I wanted to, the guilt trips were endless. I have been no contact with my mom for a while now and sometimes it still gets to me that she doesn’t care. And before I stopped communicating with the others, they’d still try to make it about them and said I was being disrespectful. But with time and a whole lot of effort I stopped people pleasing so much and started going after what I wanted.”

“I am proud of you and thank you for sharing with me.”

“Of course.” Auri smiled a bit. 

“You are one of the strongest people I know.” Ethan went to hug her again.

His words brought tears to her eyes. 

“We’ll make sure that your birthday is awesome and if it gets too much, please tell me and I will deal with it, okay?” He tried to reassure her but the tears were still coming. 

“Thank you.”

“I got you.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. 

“I am glad you do. I got you too.”

**

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