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Group sex - Måneskin

Okay I had started this YEARS ago about Queen but I knew what I had to do! so here it is, my first maneskin smut, I hope you enjoy it! just keep in mind I haven't written smut in a long long time so there might be some inconsistencies but I tried my best. It's very explicit and out right so just be careful.

- In which your boyfriend Ethan introduces you to all his bandmates, in the most delicious way.

wordcount: 3,507

relationships: b/b/b/g, g/g, b/b/b warnings: smut, literal smut!

REQUESTS OPEN.

You didn’t know what had got you into such a mood that day but something had made you feel absolutely foul, you just wanted to cry. To cheer yourself up you decided you would see your beau Ethan Torchio- you had been seeing Ethan for several weeks now and it was brilliant.

When you got there a very drunk Ethan answered the door, his face lit up when he saw you.

“Baby!! My little clover! Come in come in!” He flailed his strong arms motioning you to come into his humble country home.

“Nice to see you too bubs aha” you giggle as he pulled you into a tight hug.

“I’ve got a few friends over for drinks, come meet them” he ushered you into the large sitting room from the magnificent hallway.

“Babe this is Damiano and Thomas my bandmates. Guys this is my lucky clover!!” He kissed all over your face feverishly making you blush all over again.

“Pleasure to meet you all” you hid behind your big hair. Damiano was looking right at you, scanning you up and down and it made you nervous truth be told.

“Oh honeyyy, the pleasure I’m sure will be all mine” he winked flirtatiously, the way he dragged out the honey made your stomach drop and fill with butterflies.

“Dami come on, stop flirting with the new girl, that’s Ethan’s girl” Thomas hit his arm playfully, making Damiano scowl.

“That’s right, she’s my girl” Ethan has his arm around you again handing you a drink that you couldn’t quite work out what it was.

“Hey now we’re not exclusive Ethe” you removed his arm from around you and sit on the sofa beside Damiano, shooting Ethan a playful wink and he smiled.

“So pretty girl wanna play a game sweetheart??” Damiano asks leaning closer to you, heat rising to your cheeks as you could feel the sexual tension fill the room.

“Only if everyone else will play” you looked around nervously at the men who were all now smirking.

“Oh baby baby baby, we’ll all be playing” he has the most delicious smile on his face, one that could only be compared to that of the Cheshire Cat.

Two hours and many many drinks later you had somehow lost your leather jacket and your leopard print tank top. Damiano had been the entertainment of the night, doing stupid things to get a laugh out of everyone, you got the feeling he was trying hard to impress you.

“Thomas gives it back” you laughed and clambered over Damiano's lap to get to Thomas who was on the other side of him.

“Fucking hell, your boobs are massive” Damiano states out of nowhere, a smoke between his beautiful lips.

“Fucksake Dami!! Stop hitting on my girl” Ethan pouts, it was obvious that all the attention from the others was getting to him, it honestly turned you on to see him get so mad over the attention.

“Oh my gosh!” You jumped as a firm hand lands sharply on your ass, “Damiano!” You giggled and face him, he has the same devilish smile on his beautiful face.

“Come on now, that’s not very nice, little Ethan is getting upset” Thomas mocks Ethan who was sulking on the other end of the sofa.

“Hey Ethe, I have an idea” Dami pushes you off of him sloppily and you fall in Thomas' clap, he softly plays with your hair.

You watched Ethan's face light up in a way you’d never seen before as Damiano whispered in your ear.

Before you knew what was happening you were in Ethan’s lap, lovingly grinding against him, his hands were all over your body and you were getting hot under whatever clothing remained in your body.

Dami was sat beside him, his hands around your back undoing your bra. Thomas had been sat the other side of you, kissing and biting at your neck and shoulder.

After throwing your bra at Thomas which earned a laugh from the whole party Dami was rubbing up and down your now bare thigh, your matching leopard skirt had come up around your waist.

At some point, the party had moved up to the master bedroom and you all lay on the bed.

You got up on all fours, Dami sat beside you watching, Ethan lined himself up at your entrance, spitting generously, the sensation of the cool liquid running down from your ass to pussy caused you to moan out, earning a frustrated in response from each man.

“I love you y/n” Ethan kisses you passionately on the lips.

“That's nice baby but I just want you to fuck me” you kiss back and he thrusts into you, sending waves of pleasure down your spine, at this point your pussy was dripping from what had happened downstairs before but you got even wetter watching Damiano go down on Thomas next to you.

Thomas knew exactly how to work Dami, running his tongue on the sensitive underside of his head, causing Damiano to throw his head back in pleasure, his eyes met yours momentarily, a devilish grin appeared on his face, "like what you see princess?" he asks, the words rolling off his tongue deliciously, you couldn't say anything your head was empty, only the sensation of your lover fucking the life out of was present.

You got the impression Dami and Thomas had done this before, maybe even Ethan but never you, this was the first time you had had sex with more than one person at once and to say you were nervous was an understatement but it bought you some comfort knowing that Ethan would be right there with you. It made you feel quite powerful in a way having the three men all naked around you, like they were all just waiting for the chance to feel you, to taste you.

Ethan pulled out, you instantly missed the feeling of his very considerable sex inside of you, when you met Ethan you were kind of enchanted by how shy and sweet he was, he was like no one you had ever met before, and then you were shocked when he got you into bed and you saw a completely different side to him, he was dominant and just the right amount of aggressive, but he always made sure to take care of you afterwards.

"on your back angel" Ethan pushes you back against the mattress after sloppily kissing your face just moan in response, your eyes widening as you watch Damiano and Thomas position themselves against both your holes, you had only ever done anal once before and you were scared to have both holes filled at once, but you couldn't hide the excitement that was building up. Ethan leant down, palming your left breast whilst his mouth worked its way around your right nipple, your eyes fluttered closed as you moaned out his name, he knew exactly what to do to you.

"you ready gorgeous?" Thomas asks, rubbing his wet thumb in circles around your asshole, you nod slowly, unsure if you were actually about to go ahead with it. "I said are you ready gorgeous!?" he asks again, his voice sterner than before, pushing his thumb slightly applying pressure. "yes sir" you had no idea where sir came from but you can tell he liked it as he looked over at Damiano and chuckled in a villain-Esque manner.

"Good girl," he removes his thumb, rubbing lube that Dami had gotten out of the nightstand all over his length, it was always the skinny ones with the biggest dicks and Thomas was definitely no exception to that rule. At first, it was only the tip that he put in, allowing you to catch your breath and prepare, but no matter how much you prepared you were not ready for when he finally inserted his entire length inside. An electrifying shock ran up your back and through your legs, causing you to clench around him, he moans your name as he begins to thrust.

"you're doing so good baby," you look up thinking Damiano was talking to you, but he already had his lips locked on Thomas' own, steadily moaning into his best friends mouth as he stroked his own cock, getting ready to fuck you. It turned you on, watching the two of them get off whilst he was fucking you, Ethan could tell too, whispering dirty things whilst biting your ear slightly.

"Such a dirty whore, you're going to be fucked like one" his words made you quiver, before you could even say anything your mouth was already around his cock, doing the most you could given the position you were in, he thankfully did most of the work, though this gave him the freedom to push right down your throat, making your eyes stream with tears.

"I knew we'd have fun with her Thomas, didn't I tell you" Damiano laughs, his cock now lined up at your pussy, he doesn't give you any sort of warning before he pushes inside, the feeling of both Thomas and Damiano inside you was almost enough to send you over the edge, your moans sent vibrations around Ethan's dick, his hands now in your hair pushing your head down further and harder.

"You feel so good, what a good girl you are" Damiano moans, thrusting slowly but deep inside of you, Thomas matches his pace, it was all so much at once and you knew you wouldn't last long, the room filled with a symphony of moans and pants, it was so hot and for a moment you couldn't believe it was even happening.

It was all too perfect, Thomas passionately kissed Damiano, his thrusts slowly falling out of rhythm as he grew closer to his orgasm, you could tell everybody was close but no one wanted it to end, so you held on as long as you could, not wanting to be the first to ruin the fun you just focussed on making Ethan feel good.

"what the fuck!?" a voice that did not belong to any of the party interrupted the flow of the room, you looked up from your position on the bed to see a gorgeous blonde woman stood in the doorway, she was the most beautiful angel you had ever laid your eyes on, you felt nervous being displayed sprawled out naked in front of her, but none of the other guys seemed to mind.

"Vic, this is Ethan's new girl, y/n...this is Vic our bassist" Thomas explains, his cock still firmly in your ass, it was all so surreal what was going on, it was so not you. "and you're playing with her without me? you guys no better" she begins removing her clothes, discarding them on the floor as she made her way over to the bed, crawling over to you on top of the sheets.

"Hey baby, don't worry I'll take care of you, I know what you really need" her tongue flicks over your nipple as she wraps a hand around your throat tensing lightly, so much for first impressions, she was absolutely perfect in everything she did, you could see yourself having fun with her on your own. Thomas slaps her ass, her knee's either side of your hips as she worked at your chest, Damiano leans down and begins licking her asshole, spreading her perfect cheeks with his big hands.

"Nice to meet you by the way sweetie" she looks up at you momentarily and you both laugh, Ethan was no longer throat fucking you, getting up to grab everyone a bottle of water for after, that left space for Vic, crawling up your body she places a soft but passionate kiss to your lips, hers so soft and tasted of fruits, you were under a spell.

"you too gorgeous" you whisper back, breaking away from the kiss to look her in the eyes, you just got lost in them so inviting, she was a dream. She resumed the kiss, grinding down against your pussy as Dami kept up his pace, this was the first time you'd ever been with a girl and honestly, you knew it was the start of some kind of awakening.

"you're so wet princess, you're loving this, aren't you? such a nasty little one" she trails kisses down your neck, all the way down your body, repositioning herself so now her face was only inches away from your clit, her own pussy over your face, you were nervous as you didn't really know what to do but you just did what you thought you'd like done to you, she was a woman too after all.

"ready angel?" she asks, you let out a small "mhmm" in response and she starts, her tongue running small laps over your clit, the sensation of her warm breath against your pussy caused you to moan out loud, earning a small laugh out of her.

"Such a needy little baby huh?" she carries on, sucking lightly on the skin surrounding your clit, you copy her movements and you lower her pussy to your mouth, the taste was strange to start with but you quickly got used to it, you found yourself revelling in the taste, wanting more and more of her as your tongue did long strokes up over her entrance and clit, and over again. "you're so good at that, angel girl" her voice was hushed as the warmth of pleasure rose in her stomach, moans getting caught in her throat.

Ethan was back now, the shocked expression on his face amused you as he sat down on the edge of the mattress, you could tell he didn't mind not joining in as he knew if he wanted a turn all he had to do was say, he just sat there watching his favourite girl get fucked by his favourite people.

"fuck..."Thomas draws out, you could tell he was dangerously close, his grip on your thighs tightens and his eyes shut, "you feel so fucking good y/n" his thrusts became out of rhythm and his pants louder, a string of curses left his mouth as he was getting ready to come, but Vic stops him.

"Don't you dare cum yet!" her voice stern and dominant, you knew that they must have previously had a similar dynamic where she was a sort of dom and he the sub because without even so much as a whimper he pulls out, on her command he sits on the edge next to Ethan and starts making out with him, stroking one another.

"Don't you even get any ideas Dami, you know what'll happen" her tone was somewhat threatening, but he loved it, throwing his head back, moaning with each thrust, "I won't, I promise", though his strokes had also become sloppy you tell he wanted to come.

"Ethan you get on your knees, Thomas you get his mouth, Dami his ass- this beautiful girl is all mine" she instructs, they all obey, you were in awe at the power she held over them, you could only dream of being that incredibly sexy one day, to have men at your mercy, to do whatever you wanted with.

"Isn't it beautiful?" she asks, the of you now sitting up on your knees, wrapped up in a mess of kisses and playful touches, you looked over to the three men getting off on each other, each of them begging for their release. "it really is" you look at her, getting caught up again in her beautiful blue eyes.

"I'll teach you one day sweet angel don't worry" she laughs, licking along your jawline, with your hands in her hair, you pull her up passionately kissing her, she moans in your mouth with pleasure, which sent a wave of euphoria through you.

Vic lays back slightly, spreading her legs wide, motioning with her finger for you to come over, you do, mimicking her position close to her. Pulling you by your arm your pussy was now only inches from hers, you knew what to do, you'd seen it in a video before and always secretly wanted to try it. However, she takes the lead, grinding against you, lightly at first but it became more vigorous with each moment that passed.

The feeling of her warmth against your own was wondrous and you never wanted it to end but you felt so close to coming undone, quicker than you ever had before, she knew what she was doing and boy was she good at it. "You're doing so well baby" she purs, rubbing her own breast with a free hand.

"I'm so close Vic, can I come yet?" Thomas pipes up, his face screwed up tight as it took everything in him not to let go as Ethan's mouth worked up and down his length, the vibrations from his moans only intensified the pleasure he was receiving.

"Not until we do, you know the rules" she rolls her eyes, he whines needily, his hips constantly bucking up into Ethan, causing him to gag every so often.

"you close darling?" she looks to you, asking so sweetly, completely juxtaposing how she was talking to the boys. You nod, unable to voice a coherent response, "just let go then baby, I'll wait for you" she leans forwards, caressing your face so sweet and soft.

You matched her rhythm, her sweet moans sending you over the edge, you looked her in the eyes as you let yourself go the warmth that had built up in the pit of your stomach spread over your whole body, your legs shook and you let out a tremendous gasp as you feel yourself completely spilling out over her, it wasn't until you caught your breath that you realise what you'd done.

"aw angel, you squirted" she runs a finger through the liquid that covered her lower body and placed it in her mouth, savouring the taste. "you taste so delicious baby" pulling her finger out of her mouth she motions for you to get down, you happily oblige, licking up your mess off of her, her hands wrapping around your hair as you lick generously over her clit, inserting a finger or two inside of her.

"oh, you know exactly what to do, don't you" lying back on the bed she let you take control, you curl your fingers upwards with each stroke, just like you would do to yourself, knowing how good it felt you kept up your pace, sucking lightly on her clit every so often until you'd feel her grip tighten then you'd let go, teasing her.

"oh shit, y/n you're gonna make me come" moaning, she pushes your head down further, but you don't mind she tasted so good to you that you'd simply never tire of it, you quickened the motions of your fingers, using your spare hand to play with her nipples.

Her thighs close around your head as she screams out in pure pleasure, you pull them apart and don't stop, intensifying her orgasm, your thrusts were harder, pulling your face away you feel her squirt all over your face and chest as she came.

"holy crap" she pants, out of breath from the body shaking orgasm that took hold of her, you felt proud knowing how good you made her feel, especially after what she'd done for you.

"I can't hold on anymore" Damiano cries out, his forehead covered in sweat, his knuckles white from his grip on Ethan's hips, he looked so pathetic and you loved it.

"You can come now baby, thank you for holding on" the two of you sat wrapped up in each other's arms as you watched each man come undone one by one, Dami was first pushing hard into Ethan's ass as he came, you could tell he'd been holding on for a good while based on the euphoric look on his face like a weight had been lifted. Ethan was next, his moans were muffled by Thomas' cock in his mouth, but loud enough to send shivers through your body, he sounded so good, spilling onto the bed covers he collapses from the weight of Damiano on top of him but not before Thomas came in his mouth, his moans were more soft cries, he sounded so sweet, you knew he'd be fun to dominate.

They all lay there in a sweaty, panting heap on the sheets, you wanted to go over and clean Ethan up but you didn't want to move away from Victoria, enjoying the warmth of her embrace, her hand running through your hair as you just sat there watching the boys sort themselves out. You knew from that moment on nothing would be the same, everything you knew about relationships had completely been destroyed and you were glad, you wanted to be shared between this group of gorgeous people and you couldn't wait for the next time you'd all meet up again.

#måneskin smut #damiano david x reader #thomas raggi x reader #ethan torchio x reader #victoria de angelis x reader #smut #band imagines #måneskin imagine #valyntyneimagines #valyntyneskin

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valntynedeangelis · 3 years

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Could you please do headcanons for Thomas or Ethan dating someone in a band :o Like they're a super cool guitar player :D

Omg i love this idea!! Decided I would go for Ethan because I just feel he'd be so passionate about your music, encouraging you with everything you'd do, not that Thomas wouldn't but I consider him more so playful than passionate. I hope you like it <3

warnings: none!! REQUESTS OPEN!

-When you meet Ethan, you'd be busking in the street, playing your guitar next to your best friend and lead vocalist of your band, playing one of his favourite songs.

-He would instantly catch your eye and you his, as he stops in the busy street to watch your fingers move effortlessly across the strings of your acoustic guitar, instantly captivating him with your immense talent.

- Dropping $20 into your case he'd stop to talk to you, asking about the band in general but eventually he'd ask for your number and if you'd like to accompany him on a date to a local coffee shop later that day, which you would obviously accept.

-Instantly hitting it off, after a few weeks he'd ask you to be his girlfriend, falling completely head over heels in love with him, you feeling the exact same way would not hesitate in saying yes.

-Ethan would accompany you to band rehearsals, constantly praising you for how good you played, you would always manage to slip in a secret message into songs just for him to find, he loved that the most.

-His constant drumming on tables with his hands or whatever he had with him would sometimes get on your nerves, especially when you were trying to write songs but it slowly became one of your favourites of his little quirks.

-Both your bands would gain popularity around the same time, which obviously you were both happy for each other but the fame did make things harder for the two of you to do literally anything together without having cameras flashing in your faces.

-As the months would go on you'd get into your first fight, clashing over busy tour schedules, your band would be going out on tour just as his got back, it was out of either of your control but it was still annoying.

-Though he couldn't stay mad at you for long as he always told you to never say goodbye on a bad note, it was grim but you understood the sentiment. The two of you would make up by Ethan cooking you your favourite meal and you'd let him choose what to watch in bed that night.

-Touring would be hard, spending months away at a time from him, not being able to fall asleep in his strong arms, or being able to wake up to hi.s beautiful face which you fell in love with.

-However, both you and him knew it wouldn't be forever and that you'd be reunited once again in each others arms soon enough, until then there was always video calls, just seeing him through a screen was enough some nights, knowing he was going out there every single night doing what he loved with the people he loved would make you so proud always.

#ethan torchio imagine #ethan torchio x reader #maneskin headcanons #valyntyneimagines #valyntynetorchio

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valntynedeangelis · 3 years

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Homesick - Thomas Raggi

Requested by @fairyth0rns In which a homesick Thomas confides in you after a show. I changed up the premise a little but I love how it turned out!! LOTS of fluff and feelings! Hope you like it <3 this is basically Thomas Raggi stan acc at this point ahaha.

word count: 1,914

REQUESTS OPEN

-no warnings

Being on tour with your best friends wasn't always easy, there were small fights, drunken mistakes and harmful words that got said, but it was just the pressure they were all under, no one was ever mad at each other for long, it was just the lifestyle catching up to everyone.

No matter how hard things got out on the road you knew there would always be someone you could turn to for help and consolation, and things did get hard being away from your life back home. However, you knew that everyone gets that way and all you can do is support each other.

Loud cheers erupted from the audience as the show came to an end, you had been out on the road with Måneskin for a few weeks and as the tour was coming to the end you couldn't help but smile, thinking about how far they had come not only in the last few months but over the last few years that you had known them.

Every single milestone and achievement made you all the more proud of the four people before you on the stage which you called your family, that's what you had become a close-knit family and you couldn't imagine your life without them.

"Thank you, everybody, we have been Måneskin, goodnight!!" Damiano screams excitedly into the mic as the band begin to leave the stage, you clapped and cheered for them from in front of the stage, but in front of the crowd barrier. Snapping a few pictures of them as they held up their instruments and waved at the crowd, Vic stuck her tongue out at you and leaned into the camera as you took her picture.

After the show, you all made your way back to the hotel you were staying at for those few nights, there was an off day tomorrow so everyone decided that it would be fun to go down to the bar and have a couple of drinks.

Down at the bar, you all raised a glass to the great show they had put on and the successful tour also for good luck in the future. Music played loudly as you all danced together, laughing with one another at the terrible moves coming from each of you, everything was perfect and it was moments like that which made all the fights and upsets worth it.

Swaying your hips to the music you felt someone's arms slip around your waist, looking down you recognise the rings on their hand, It was Thomas and you instantly relaxed into him, moving softly to the music in time with him. Whilst you loved everybody in the band, you and Thomas had a special bond, you just understood each other a lot more deeply than the others.

"Are you okay my love?" turning around to face him in his arms, you met with a slight frown, you hated seeing him like that and would do anything to make him feel better.

"I guess, I just feel...I don't know I think I'm just tired" You could barely hear him over the loud music and the screaming from your friends as they fooled around, picking one another up and throwing them around.

You take Thomas' hand, leading him away from the dancefloor and out the backdoors to the beer garden outside. The atmosphere instantly softened and you could tell he was a bit more relaxed. "What's going on in your head sweet?" the two of you take a seat at one of the tables, he pulls a cigarette out of the pack in his pocket and lights it, he offers you one but you politely decline.

"I'm just so tired of being out here away from home, it's catching up to me now. I just want to wake up and not have to worry about how I'm going to do that night, the pressure is just getting to me y/n." He rests his head on your shoulder, your hands instinctively go to his shaggy blonde hair, he loved when you would play with his hair.

“ I know my lovely, everyone feels like that sometimes It's completely normal you just have to do your best and that's all anyone can expect from you, we'll be home before you know it" Placing a kiss to the top of his head he sighs, putting out his cig he takes your hand in his and plays with the many rings on your fingers. You never wore rings until you started touring with the band, they introduced you to them and would always buy you one as a thank you at the end of every tour- they were so special to you and you made sure to wear them every day for good luck.

"Y/N, I don't want to be at this place anymore, I can barely catch my breath" you knew what he was feeling was social anxiety, you had spent so many times with Thomas backstage just calming him down when he'd work himself up into a panic, it was never a bother to you though you just loved to make him feel comfortable and safe.

" We can go back to the hotel if you want, watch your favourite movie and cuddle?" you suggest, he doesn't say anything but just nods, "I'll just go tell the others, meet you out the front." Getting up, you place another kiss on his head before helping him up and making your way inside, for a minute you struggled to find anyone but you saw Vic by the bar being chatted up by some guy.

"Vic, me and Thomas are going back to his room, I'll see you in the morning" you hug her, Vic had always admired your relationship with Thomas, she knew that no one made him feel like you did, she would often tell you how cute it would be if the two of you were dating. Whilst you liked the idea of being with him, you knew that it was far important just being there for him you wouldn't want to risk everything and then not be able to be there when he needed you the most, so you were okay with just being friends.

“ Don't do anything I wouldn't do girl, have fun" she teased, causing you to roll your eyes everyone in the group would make jokes about how you and Thomas acted like you were already a couple but you paid no mind to it.

Meeting Thomas outside you walked hand in hand down the road, taking in all the sights the city had to offer whilst you made your way back to the hotel you were staying at.

Back in his room, you changed into a comfy shirt of his, whilst he only wore a pair of grey shorts. You couldn't help but think how good he looked in them, those shorts of his were a weakness of yours and he knew that which is why he always wore them around you.

Relaxing on the bed, you lay your head on his chest your arm draped over his lower torso, he had an amazing body and you would often catch yourself sneaking a look whilst the two of you changed together. "what do you want to watch then?" you asked, tracing circles around his 'Må' tattoo, you had been there with him, holding his hand as he got the tattoo done.

"you choose" his voice was soft, you could tell he was tired, so you just put on a film you had seen a bunch of times so you didn't have to pay attention to it, so he could just relax and fall asleep.

"You know, I don't want the tour to end" you could tell something was on his mind. "why's that?" leaning upon your elbows you turn to look him in the eyes, getting lost momentarily in them.

"Because you won't be there" a tear falls from his eyes and you quickly wipe it away, holding his face in your hands.

"aw sweetie, I'll always be there, even if I'm not with you every day, you can always call me" you kiss his cheek, comforting him, wiping away more tears.

" it's not the same, I just want to be with you all the time, you make me feel like nothing else on earth, when I'm with you nothing matters y/n, I don't know how you do it but I don't want it to ever stop" now it was your turn to cry, no one had ever made you feel so special or important in your life and it felt so good to hear those words leave his mouth.

"Oh Thomas, I don't ever want to be without you either, but you know I have a life back home, outside of the band. I'm only a short drive away, you can come to see me whenever you want and whenever you feel sad I'll be there as soon as you call" It broke your heart to see him so vulnerable, but you knew there was nothing you could do, you lived about ten minutes out of Rome, you couldn't afford the city.

"I feel so selfish, I just want you all to myself all of the time. I count down the days to the start of every tour because I know that I'll get to wake up and see you every day, that I get to spend all the time in the world with you, with nothing keeping you from me" He sits up, pulling you into a tight embrace.

"I know sweetheart, I know" Is all you could say, you were choking on your own words, it hurt so much that you couldn't be with him all the time.

"I don't even just mean with me physically, y/n you complete me, you make me a better man and I..." he pauses, wondering if he was really about to say what he was going to say.

"I love you y/n and I know you feel the same way about me, I've just always been too scared to do anything in case I scare you off because I can't bear to lose you" you pull away from the hug to look him in the eyes once more.

"Thomas, I've been in love with you since we first met you have no idea what it means to me to hear you say this" the two of you lean into each other, your lips inches away from his but before anything could happen the door bursts open, causing you to jump away from each other.

"Y/N Dami's been siiiickkkk" Ethan whines, stumbling into the room throwing Damiano down onto the bed beside you. Just like that, you had been snapped out of your cute moment with Thomas and back to the reality of the mother of the group.

"oh dear, let's get you cleaned up shall we?" you get up pulling Damiano up with him and take him to the bathroom, stopping at the door to look over at Thomas who just had the biggest grin on his face that you had ever seen. Even though you had been interrupted you knew that things had changed forever and that you'd have plenty of time to carry the moment on later, running a bath for your drunk friend you couldn't hep but smile too, everything was perfect in that moment and you wouldn't have it any other way.

#måneskin imagine #thomas raggi imagine #måneskin #thomas raggi #band imagines #imagines #valyntyneimagines #fluff #valyntyneraggi

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valntynedeangelis · 3 years

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If you want a prompt, how about jealous Thomas confessing his feelings? With loads of fluff and friendship with everybody bc I'm a softie

aaaa I loved this idea!! sorry it took a while I've been working but I love how this came out, I wrote like 50% of it and then scrapped the whole thing and then came out with this which is a million times better than my first one!! Hope you enjoy <3

Requests are OPEN!

-In which a Jealous Thomas confesses his feelings for you after years of being friends.

- lots of fluff, slight angst and jealousy.

-no warnings.

For what felt like the first time in forever a date you were on with a man was actually going well, he was funny, smart and he wasn't even too bad looking. You clicked on several things and after a few drinks even invited him back to your place.

What you ended up doing that night you couldn't quite recall, but what you did remember was neglecting to tell him about your 4 housemates who embarrassingly greeted the hungover stranger the morning after.

"Nice meeting you...Y/N's date" Damiano laughs, teasing him from the kitchen island as he ate his breakfast and sipped on his morning tea.

The man didn't say anything but just waited for you to let him out, neither did he say anything to you as you watched him run down the driveway to the cab you had called for him.

You sighed as you closed the door, another unsuccessful date, ruined by your four immature best friends, you couldn't stay mad at them though, you loved them endlessly and it was kind of funny the whole situation.

"Dami, do you have to be such a dick all the time?" you jokingly punch his upper arm, causing him to whine slightly in pain.

"No...but it's funny when I am, anyway, he wasn't good enough for our Y/N" he pats you on the head as you sit down, grabbing some food he had prepared from the table. "besides, it wasn't just me it was Vic and Ethan too" you looked over to them and they all began to laugh recalling all the jokes they had made.

"How would you know if he's good enough or not, you didn't even talk to him" stabbing at the food on your plate you felt too sick to eat, you noticed that Thomas was missing, you were glad that Thomas didn't see him though, you had always had a soft spot for him in particular, a sort of crush but you didn't want to ruin your friendship with him.

"no one who is willing to sleep with you on the first date is someone worth keeping" Vic explains, you honestly didn't even know if you had slept with him, you couldn't remember anything from after the date. "and girllll did you sleep with him!!" she begins to laugh almost uncontrollably, only stopping to mimic dramatic sex noises, the other joined in too, you had never been so embarrassed in your life.

"oh my god! I wasn't that bad surely!?" by now your head was in your hands, mortified that the whole house had heard you getting it on last night.

"I was half tempted to sleep outside it was so loud, Miss. pull-my-hair-harder-daddy" Ethan laughs, you felt so ashamed but you couldn't deny how funny the situation was. That was until you realised that Thomas must've heard you.

"wheres Tom?" you ask, trying to make it sound more casual than worried.

"he hasn't come down yet" Dami shrugs, you get up and empty your plate into the bin and place it in the sink before making your way upstairs to Thomases room, which unfortunately was right next to your own.

"Hey, you awake love?" you knock lightly on the door, there's no answer so you knock again. You try the door and it's locked from the inside, Thomas rarely locked his door and he especially never ignored you, it stung.

"Thomas, are you okay? I'm worried!" The pure concern in your voice was enough to make him unlock the door, he hated to make you worry, or upset or anything that wasn't happy really- whenever you were down he would always try to put a smile on your face. That was part of the reason you started getting feelings for him, he genuinely cared for you- the others did too obviously, but not like this, it was different, more intentional.

"what's up" his depressive tone of voice cut you, this wasn't like him at all, you could tell something had upset him and you hoped that it wasn't you who had made him feel that way.

"I just wanted to check on you my love, what's wrong?" he was still stood in the doorway, not allowing you into his room, which again was weird because he never hid anything from you. You always called each other cute names, such as my love or he would call you petal, it had been that way near enough since you met him for the first time.

"Nothing, how's your boyfriend!?" sarcasm dripped from his words you were slightly taken back, he was never like this with you, he was never rude or never judged you, you knew something was bothering him you just couldn't work out why.

"He was not my boyfriend, it doesn't even matter now, those idiots downstairs scared him off" his frown flickers into a slight smirk, the moment soon passed though as his face fell again.

"look, can I just come in, we can cuddle and you can tell me why you're being so weird" you chuckle, trying to lighten the mood, it half works as he opens his door and sits down on his bed, you sit next to him laying your head on his chest. This wasn't unusual, you would often spend the night together in each other's arms watching movies and just talking about anything that came to mind, you never got tired of it.

"Why did you have to sleep with him!?" Thomas' voice was small like he was trying to hold back tears, though you didn't understand why he would be crying, it wasn't the end of the world you sleeping with another man, it wasn't like you belonged to him, you didn't even know if he had feelings back for you or not.

"I was drunk, it's not like it meant anything, it's just one of those things that happen sometimes, it's not the end of the world" you shrug, he just sighs and runs his hands through your hair, that was your favourite feeling in the world, it was just so personal and intimate.

"he wasn't good enough for you anyway, Fiore" he kisses the top of your head, making your heart race slightly.

"you didn't even meet him" you laugh, he was just like the others but you couldn't help but think he had a different reason as to why he wasn't good enough.

"I didn't need to, I just know"

"how?"

"I know because h-he isn't...." his voice catches in his throat and he pauses, unsure whether or not he should go on.

"because he isn't what?" you sit up, your hand now over his heart, he moves his to cover your, yours so small compared to his own.

"because he isn't...he isn't me, okay!"

Silence filled the room as you just sat there, shocked at what your best friend in the world had just admitted to you, it was the last thing you would expect him to say, you had no idea he felt this way about you. You weren't opposed to him having feelings for you though obviously, in a way you were glad he was the first to say anything.

"look, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything I just, I can't stand to see you with any-" Not wanting him to make a fool of himself rambling on you interrupt him, by pulling him in by the shoulders kissing him like you had imagined doing a million times, it was short but full of emotions.

"do you ever stop talking!?" you jokingly tease him, placing your head back on his chest, his hand instantly going back to your hair, stroking lightly, you can hear his heart beating fast through his chest, it put a smile on your face.

"Y/N?"

"Thomas"

"I've been in love with you ever since I lay eyes on you, I never stop thinking about you and your perfect smile, I love every little thing about you, everything I do y/n it's always been for you"

Tears brimmed at your eyes, threatening to spill with every sweet word that left his beautiful lips. You were so relieved to hear those words, you had been waiting years for this moment and it was finally happening.

"Oh Thomas, it's always been you who's owned my heart, all the dates, all the dreadful boyfriends, they didn't mean anything because they weren't you, they could never mean as much to me as you always have" Now it was your heart which was racing it felt so good to finally admit your feelings they had been hidden for so long, it was like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

"I love you, sweet angel"

"I love you too my beautiful boy"

#måneskin #thomas raggi #måneskin imagine #thomas raggi imagine #imagine request #damiano david #ethan torchio #victoria de angelis #fluff #valyntyneimagines #valyntyneraggi

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Breakfast - Ethan Torchio

in which you arrange a cute breakfast date for your favourite soft boy Ethan. wordcount: 581 (she a shortieeee)

warnings: none!! just flufffff

REQUESTS OPEN!!

You woke up early on the sunny Saturday morning, you decided to make breakfast for your boyfriend, Ethan.

You reached up to the cupboard and grabbed what you needed to make the waffles. You threw everything into the bowl and mixed it, thinking where the rest of the things you needed were.

Once you had made and gathered everything, you went to wake your lover. You climbed the stairs of his small house, the walls filled with old photos of family and friends.

At the door, you peek inside to see him sound asleep, drool gathering on the pillow. You chuckle, he’d be fuming if he knew he did this. You quickly pull your phone out and snap a picture, giggling to yourself.

You gently shake his shoulder, “babe. Babe” you whisper. His soft brown eyes slowly open, attempting to get used to the light that filled the room.

“Morning Gorgeous” his voice thick with sleep. His accent is more prominent when he’s just woke up. You smile, placing a kiss on his soft lips.

“You need to shower and get dressed,” you say climbing back off the large bed.

“Why thooo, I’m comfy” he complained.

“Because I’ve planned something, so hurry up!!” You laugh.

You watched him crawl out of the bed, his tight black boxers hugged his hips. As he walked past you he grabbed your hand and spun you around and he gave you a cheeky wink. God that man.

You ran back downstairs and made sure everything was perfect. You had decorated the garden with fairy lights and blankets, on the blanket lay 3 plates, one filled with freshly cooked waffles, the other two empty waiting for the two of you to fill them. Then bowls filled with fresh fruit lay around them. And a bottle of squirty cream at the side.

You set up the Bluetooth speaker at the side playing a cute playlist you had made, each song held special memories. You ran quickly back inside to grab the cups and teapot filled with steaming hot tea. You soon heard the shower turn off, meaning he’d be on his way soon.

You exited the small, homely living room to enter the garden you often tended to, filled with honeysuckles, roses and other variants of flowers. You placed everything down. The lyrics of Bobby Vinton’s Roses are Red filled your ears.

You turned as you heard the patio doors open, there he stood dressed in a white silk open shirt and black jeans, his smile filling his pretty face.

“Have you really done all this for me?” He beamed, walking towards you. He grabbed your hand helping you up from the blanket. He then pulled you in for a long passionate kiss.

“Of course, I need to spoil my man every once in a while” you smirked as you pulled away.

You both sat on the old blanket you found, starting conversations about what you were both doing in the coming weeks. It was then he blurted something you thought you’d never hear him say.

“I want you to meet my parents next weekend,” he said rather flustered. You sat there in pure shock. He wanted you to meet his parents, this was a huge step within your relationship.

“Okay” you smiled, “I can’t wait.” His face filled with joy.

“I love you” he mutters leaning over to kiss you. You pull him closer wanting this to last forever.

#måneskin imagine #ethan torchio x reader #ethan torchio imagine #valyntyneimagines #valyntynetorchio

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Let It Be - Damiano David (Teacher!AU)

In which your science teacher Damiano David makes you stay behind after class <3 (ps, this is an old brian may imagine I wrote for my friend, I tried to replace every mention of his name but if I left some I'm sorry, ignore it, or let me know and I'll fix it, thank you)

warnings: swearing, slight smut, teacher x student key: y/l/n - your last name wordcount: 3,593

REQUESTS OPEN

"and I told them, look, I'm not a rockstar-" The dark-haired gentleman stands tall at the front of the class recalling for the millionth time about the time he started a band, saying he was a teacher he never did a lot of teaching but that was just his style, Mr David never really cared too much for the curriculum so taught whatever he pleased. The class laughed at his anecdote like they did every time he told it, people would ask him to tell it deliberately to pass the time so they wouldn't have to learn anything, this annoyed you a little as you were there to you know- get an education, however, you couldn't help but notice how happy he seemed when he recalled the same tale, he seemed at peace in remembrance of his life before this school.

Looking over the room, not taking in what he was saying, your eyes landed on a vintage-looking red and black electric guitar that sat against the large blackboard at the front of the class, you oftentimes felt bad for Damiano, knowing he spent the best years of his life out on tour playing music that he loved with people he loved and for people who loved him and now he was restricted to attempting to teach physics to a group of barely awake teenagers every day of the week.

"were you like famous sir?" one kid who sat at the back of the class asked, clearly uninterested but wanting to keep him talking about anything but what he was supposed to be teaching, which by now even you couldn't remember what the lesson was actually about.

"Not really, we felt like we were like we were owned the world but...well, I'm here aren't I" Damiano let out a sad chuckle at his statement, full of regret and resentment, causing you to frown slightly, he seemed nice and you couldn't help but think that he hated working here and wished he was still in the band but as he'd said previously he was 'past it'- whatever that meant.

"Will you play us something?" someone else asks, you place your head on the desk knowing exactly where this was going, fed up for him that people kept asking no matter how many times he declined. Sometimes when you'd be wandering down the science corridor on your way to hand a piece of work into another teacher you could hear him strumming melodically on his guitar, he'd never plug it in but you could just about hear the twang of the metal through the fire doors.

"I don't play anymore, anyway so what were we talking about? oh yeah wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff" the class groan as he gets back to what he was speaking about before he went off on one about his better years. " People assume that time is a strict progression of point a to be, cause to effect. However, from a non-linear, Non-subjective point of view, it's more of a big ball of you know.... wibbly wobbly timey wimey...stuff" he explains hopelessly to the dead-eyed kids in the room, you appeared to be the only one noting anything he said down, apart from the last part.

" Wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff?" you raise your hand and his mesmerising brown eyes landing on you where you sat centre back row.

"at a very very incredibly basic level, yes, but I guess I mean that time isn't really what people think it is it's more than just a series of events... its energy and could, with extremely intelligent almost alien technology could most likely be manipulated...but if I tried to explain the entire basis of time travel to you I'm sure your heads would explode" the class laugh, you roll your eyes at his lack of explanation.

"Not to be rude sir, but that is your job isn't it....to teach us" the class fell silent, everyone immediately stopped laughing, you heard sharp intakes of breath around the room. Damiano was usually a rather chill teacher, he was way more relaxed than a lot of other teachers at your school but no one would dare ever contradict him, it was unheard of.

"I'm sorry miss...." he stalks closer to your desk, his knuckles turning white from gripping on his pen so hard. you felt a little embarrassed as you noticed everyone's eyes on you.

"y/l/n" you gulped in reply, scared for what he might do to you, it was commonplace for teachers to punish their students when they spoke out of turn. "Miss y/l/n, do you have a problem with the way I teach my class?" he asks, finally stopping just before your desk, you look down at your feet and shake your head frantically. "I'm sorry I didn't quite get that" he leans in closer to you, raising your head to look at him your eyes meet and your body fills with fear, he wasn't necessarily a scary man overall but you found that he could be rather intimidating and dominating when threatened.

"No sir.." your voice comes out as nothing more than a squeak, he places his index finger under your chin forcing you to look directly in his eyes once you tried to lower your head in shame again. "louder." he sneers, your hands begin to shake forcing you to drop your pen to the floor. "I, I, uh i-I s-said" tears begin to form in your eyes, he notices and a sly smile forms on his handsome face. "LOUDER!" he barks, slamming his fist on the table making you jump in your chair. "No sir, I don't have a problem with the way you teach I'm sorry for speaking out of turn" he lets go of your chin and you immediately slump in your chair, a tear rolling down your flushed cheeks. "that's what I thought you said, now pick up your pen for heaven's sake!" he turns away to return to the front of the class, but as he does he deliberately kicks your pen across the room.

"yes sir!" you quickly rise for your seat and scurry across the room to where your pen had landed, you could feel everyone's eyes burning through you as you bent over to pick it up, your ass prominent in your tight denim wide-leg jeans, your orange tank top riding up slightly as you bent over revealing the bottom of a tattoo that crawled down your spine. You returned to your desk as quickly as you'd got over to your pen and sat down immediately, pretending to write down some stuff, though you were just trying to concentrate on not crying your eyes out.

The bell that signified the end of class rang and you shot up out of your seat, shoving your books and pens into your canvas tote bag that read some Beatles lyrics on it, you pushed to try and get out of class before he noticed but it was too late. "Miss y/l/n, get your ass back here, I'm not done with you" the rest of the class shuffled out quietly, obviously not wanting to make him even madder, you sat back at your desk and rested your head on it waiting for the classroom to become empty.

"now then, sorry I don't even think I know your name" he sits on the desk opposite you, his wavy brown hair was pushed back slightly and the top few buttons of his shirt had come undone, you had to admit he did look particularly attractive though it was hard to keep your mind focussed on his dashing looks when you knew you were about to get an absolute battering off the man.

"y/n, my name is y/n" you lean back in your chair attempting to relax however you sit right back up as he gives you a stern look of disapproval. "Okay so y/n, just by the way of introductory remarks, that I'm extremely pissed with today's events, and in my quest to make you understand the level of my unhappiness, I'm likely to use a lot of what we call violent sexual imagery and I just wanted to check that you wouldn't be offended by that" he taps his foot against the floor as though he was awaiting a reply to his rhetorical question. However, in your anxiety you made the mistake of actually giving him an answer, "I- I'm sorry what do-" he cuts you off, immediately getting off the desk and turning around, to try and conceal his anger.

"enough, e-fucking-nough, you young lady, need to learn how to shut your cave, learn some manners for crying out loud! how old are you?" he asks, slamming his hand on your desk, making you jump again.

"18...I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to be rude I just-" you interrupted by his open being launched across the room hitting the wall and falling apart. " did you not just fucking hear me! I said shut your mouth!" you just sit there, afraid to say anything in case he throws something again, your eyes don't leave your lap for minutes until you hear what you believe to be sniffling was he....crying?

looking up you see him sat slumped in his desk chair, his head in his hands weeping silently. You didn't know whether you should say anything or just get up and leave, getting up you sling your bag over your shoulder you creep over to the door, your hand grabs the handle and you were about to leave when suddenly you felt as though you couldn't, your body wouldn't let you go, the goodness in you wanted to help him, to make him feel better. sighing you drop your bag and walk over to him quietly picking up the acoustic guitar that sat by his electric one.

sitting on the desk next to his you situate the guitar in your lap, thinking over what you were about to do before you started strumming at it, repeating the same few chords before you began singing softly.

"Io c'ho vent'anni

Perciò non ti stupire se dal niente faccio drammi

Ho paura di lasciare al mondo soltanto denaro

Che il mio nome scompaia tra quelli di tutti gli altri

Ma c'ho solo vent'anni" you started, his head slowly rose as the first few words left your lips, a sad smile formed on his face as he wiped away a single tear from his reddened eyes.

"E già chiedo perdono per gli sbagli che ho commesso

Ma la strada è più dura quando stai puntando al cielo

Quindi scegli le cose che son davvero importanti

Scegli amore o diamanti, demoni o santi" you carried on, he swayed gently in his chair like he was in some great debate with himself in his head, debating whether or not he should stop you or let you carry on.

Strumming away on his guitar you finish up the song, he doesn't say anything the whole time you're singing he just gently smiles remembering his life before teaching.

"E farà male il dubbio di non essere nessuno

Sarai qualcuno se resterai diverso dagli altri

Ma c'hai solo vent'anni" you finish up, gently placing the guitar back to where it was before picking your bag back up to leave, reaching for the handle you frown slightly as he doesn't say anything, he just lets you walk out and leave. "y/n, please, stay" he finally croaks, his voice hoarse from sobbing, you nod turning around and sitting back where you were.

"How do you know that song?" he asks, rubbing at his eyes again this time with a tissue he'd gotten from his desk drawer. "It takes two seconds to google your name sir, I love your music, it's amazing" smiling softly, you pick up the guitar again and aimlessly pluck at the strings.

"thank you"

"for what?"

"for playing for me, you have a beautiful voice" he gets up and sits beside you, even sat down he towered over you, taking the guitar from you he started playing it almost effortlessly, playing a tune that you knew too well, one that your dad would play you when you were a child.

" When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me

Speaking words of wisdom, let it be " you sing as he plays, you sway slightly as you sing the rest of the song along with his strumming, at one point you moved too far right and your head ended up resting against his side momentarily though he didn't seem to mind the contact.

"I'm sorry" he was the first to speak after you finished humming the last lyric of the song, you could feel a tear prick at the corner of your eye though this time it wasn't a tear of sadness but of peace, remembering all the times your dad would play it for you when you were younger, how happy you were then, how different and easy life was.

"for what?"

"for shouting earlier, you didn't deserve it, It's just I always get a bit upset this time of the year and I don't know how to control my emotions, I shouldn't have been as hard on you as I was you were just making a very valid point, I feel awful, especially as you're still being so kind and generous to me after all that, I don't deserve your graciousness, you should hate me" he starts, you could feel him getting emotional again and in an attempt to calm him down you lean your head against his side again, wrapping one arm around him, You knew that you technically shouldn't be doing this as he's your teacher but you couldn't help it he was in dire need of a hug.

"do you miss him?" you ask simply, of course, knew the answer already but it was good for him to talk about it, to get it off his chest.

"every day" he replies, a tear falling on his guitar, you rub his back softly and nod, "he was my best friend in the world, some times I felt like my only friend, 5 years, 5 whole years without him, I don't even know who I am anymore you know?" he places his guitar down on the floor, placing his head in his hands once more before sighing.

"I'm sorry, I know there's nothing that I can do to bring him back but I do know that I could perhaps help you feel better" you slide off the desk and walk over to the CD player on his desk that he would use for the class to play audio lessons. Out of your bag, you grab a CD and place it into the player, waiting for it to begin.

Walking back over to him, you slowly reach for his hands, which he lets you take, pulling him gently up off the desk and to the centre of the room where there was a slight gap between the board and the first row of desks.

"Today is gonna be the day" the song starts and he breathes out a slight laugh, "Oasis really!?" he asks rolling his eyes.

"shush your mouth and just dance with me old man" you chuckle and pull him slightly closer to yourself, swaying with him as the slow song played, as it went on he got more and more relaxed spinning you under his arms a few times before holding your body close to his own, wrapping his arms around you as you danced on the spot, silently.

"y/n?" he lifts his chin from where it rested on the top of your head, you looked up at him craning your neck slightly as you were still against him. "sir?", your arms wrapped around his back as you couldn't quite reach his neck, he bent down slightly to place his hands on your waist guiding you in what was a poorly coordinated yet sweet slow dance.

"thank you, from the bottom of my heart thank you, I don't think I've ever met anyone so forgiving, I truly don't deserve this" his face nuzzles into your hair as you shake your head at his statement, "no you don't but I don't care, we all deserve a little bit of love sometimes" he exhales a content sigh as he moves his face away from your head pulling away slightly from the embrace. Looking up at him, your eyes meet and for a second you forgot where you were, what rules you had to follow, who he was to you and just for a moment you felt like you had known this man your entire life like he was a completely different man to the one who you were terrified of only less than an hour ago.

And at that moment, that brief moment of serenity and complete bliss you reached up on your tiptoes, timidly pressing your lips against his own in a short yet incredibly loving kiss, one that clearly took him by surprise but instead of pushing you away like you thought he should, his strong and safe arms found their way around your waist again as he kissed back, deepening the kiss. It only lasted seconds but in his arms, you felt like hours had passed, you didn't want to leave his lips, you felt as though you could kiss him for the rest of the time, you wanted to- but of course, he had to break away.

"I'm so-" you began but he cut you off by placing his lips on your own again, this time you didn't hold back you reached up wrapping your arms around his neck bringing him closer to you, he in response pushed you back up against the desk and you jumped up, wrapping your legs around him, the kiss becoming more passionate by the second, his teeth grazing your bottom lip as one of his hands snaked up the back of your vest top, resting at the top of your spine, slightly pulling at your short hair that you thankfully wore down that morning.

"don't you dare say you're sorry," he pulls away before placing kisses all over your jaw and down your neck, you let out a breathy moan, your own hands playing with his magnificent hair, hair that you would often spend lessons admiring. "because if you're sorry, I'll just have to make up for it" he smirks, placing you back on the desk, leaning over he kisses all down your neck and across your collar bone, down your shoulders before returning to your lips.

"in that case, I'm definitely sorry" you giggle playfully in between kisses, your hands move down from his hair down to his shirt, undoing his shirt further until it was just hanging on his shoulders, he shakes his head and smirks at you before pushing you back slightly on the desk, you hold yourself up by your elbows, watching him as his head dips down to your exposed midriff, he places gentle kisses up from the hem of your jeans to the bottom of your cropped vest top, pulling it up further with every kiss his eyes widening as he realises you aren't wearing a bra.

"God, I love this" he laughs, running his tongue up the valley between your breasts, squeezing them slightly, his large hands almost covering your entire boob. "you're gorgeous" he smiles up at you, making you blush, your hands on the back of his head pulling at his hair as his mouth works at your left nipple, you let out another soft moan as his tongue flicks gently against the metal barbell that decorated your chest. "and I absolutely love these" his tongue again running over the length of the metal bar through your nipple, you bit your lip in reply not even being able to form any words.

"Christ! I need you so ba-" he starts but was cut off by the bell ringing again, signalling that his room would soon be full of students once again, who would catch you in the act if you weren't quick to cover it up. "Hold that thought!" he shakes his head, furiously trying to button his shirt back up whilst you jump off the desk pulling your top back down and rearranging your jeans that were now considerably damper than when you had arrived, the sensation of the wet fabric tight against you made you uncomfortable but you would just have to live with it.

"uh sir..." you shyly look over to him, your eyes fixed at the considerable ridge in his tight black work trousers. "oh shit, this is on you" he grabs his guitar covering his lap with it, "oh how I wish it was" you wink, teasing him as you grabbed your bag just as students started to walk into the room, none of them particularly paid attention to you being there, they just filed into their seats.

"until next time sir" you wave and wink seductively at him, causing him to purse his lips and roll his eyes at your teasing, "I'll be seeing you at lunch y/n this conversation is NOT over!" he put on a stern voice for the students making them all look at you, making all sorts of 'uh oh' and 'oooooh' noises, you nodded your head, "we'll see" if only they knew what had gone on only moments before.

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