Summary: U and Giulio get hot and steamy in the showerrrr (smut)
A/N: Ik my last post didn’t reach 100 notes but I also rlly love posting and ik u guys seemed to like it so here u go!! Pls like and commentttt and send some writing requests/headcons and I’ll reply!! I might be a little slow bc I am going to Italy today and I’ll be there for a while and I’m not sure how the wifi service will be other there smhhh :(
There’s one more chapter to this lil fic and then I’m going to be putting it on the back burner so that I can write other shortened fics like this and requests so stay tooned!!
Giulio wastes no time.
To his dismay, he has to pull away to shed his clothes, practically yanking them off his body with little care of how sensual the display was. All Giulio cared about was having you in his arms once more.
For a moment though, he hesitated to take off his pants.
"What's wrong?" You ask, worried he suddenly was no longer in the mood.
Embarrassment is painted all over his pretty face and you could've sworn he whimpers. "Im…not completely…hard," he confesses as his shoulders deflate. "I'm sorry, this isn't how it's supposed to unfold," he says, clearly angry with himself.
Without saying anything, you let your hands do the talking. You mask your caution with confidence as you pull Giulio forward by his hips, causing him to gasp out of surprise. "Wh-what are you-?"
You shush him with a finger to his lips, then pinch his cheek before returning your hand to meet the one that continued to toy with his waistline. Then, without warning, you nearly rip his shorts off his body, causing Giulio to squeal, his big hands gripping your shoulders for support.
"Y/N, please, I'm not-"
You cut him off. "Get in the shower with me. Right now, Giulio."
To his surprise, the assertiveness you express certainly did something wonderful to him. Your voice alone was enough to make him shiver and his dick pulsate and he nearly creamed himself when he felt your hand squeeze his pert ass.
Quietly, he obeys without protest, joining you beneath the shower spray. Despite his hulking appearance, you're mindful to treat the poor thing gently, opting to faintly place your lips on his neck and kiss the area. The contact has Giulio whining and gripping onto whatever part of you that would keep him standing as your cover more ground, licking and suckling on his pale skin. It has him tilting his head back and sighing blissfully, letting his eyes flutter shut as he basks in the ambiance.
Giulio never understood why it took so much effort for his stupid penis to fully harden and had you not taken him under your wing tonight, he knew without a doubt he would've left your place empty handed and soft. Giulio lets that thought simmer in the depths of his mind as you continue marking him, moving on to his collarbone when you're satisfied with his neck, darkened marks already bloom where your lips once touched.
It felt so fucking…enchanting.
Giulio felt as if he were under a spell and the overwhelming urge to pleasure you clashes with how wonderful he felt, like putty in your hands as you work him to your liking. Likewise, he needed to be good, be a man, show you that he, Giulio Edgardo, was no goddamn pussy and knew what he was doing.
He finds himself pulling away, just a little, to give you the hint to stop. Of course, you do and look up at him as if to ask 'what gives?'
"Please, let me…" he murmurs into your ear, making you lean into his heat. He pulls you flush against him, chest to chest, and you feel his fingers brush up against your clit. You can't help but to let out a little sound of approval and clench around nothing, anticipating the stretch of his fingers and that wonderfully girthy dick that was hardening as you two engage in foreplay.
"Giuliooo," you mew needily, grinding yourself on his fingers, holding onto his shoulders to ground yourself as you just barely feel the tips of his fingers enter you. "B-baby-hmngg…please, please, please," you beg, now panting as you squirm in his surprisingly tight hold.
He's deliberately teasing you, this asshole!
A dark chuckle from above nearly has your pussy gushing more fluids and you bury your face into his voluptuous pecs. You feel his lips kiss the top of your head.
"Please what, my dear? I need you to use your big girl words," he coos sweetly, continuing to taunt your poor cunt with light, airy touches, refusing to give you the friction you were practically tearing into his skin for. "If you fail to do so, I think I ought to use you in a way I see fit," he adds.
"Do whatever the hell you want," you gasp, "just touch me," you plead, continuing to hump his hand.
His eyes glisten. "Anything?"
You groan, frustrated with how he mercilessly kept you waiting, you could only keep thinking about those thick fingers pumping in and out of your slick lips, either one for that matter. "Just do it!" You order, and Giulio is more than happy to grant you your wish.
"With pleasure, my darling." Before you can utter another syllable, he roughly turns you away from him, making you blink in surprise at the sudden transition.
"Wha-?"
"Hush now, just be a good girl and bend over for me," Giulio requests with a sweet smile that you're unable to see, but instead feel against the shell of your ear. He kisses the skin behind your ear tenderly and chuckles against the spot. "Be sure to hold on tight," he warns you. He internally celebrates the fact that you steady yourself on the shower wall in anticipation and that his damn cock was finally hardened.
Giulio is very much pleased with how the situation unfolded, but he had to work quickly if he was going to make anything out of this opportunity. Right now he desired nothing more than to slam his cock into your warm, wet pussy until he was balls deep and continue penetrating you until all you could sputter was his name, and only that. He wanted his name to be the only thing on your mind and he'd physically fuck any other thought that lingered in there. Besides, you'd already done that to him only you didn't bend him over and dick him down…yet.
As he slid in, Giulio could describe it as nothing less than euphoric. He finally understood why sex was so heavily sought out for whether it was among loving couples or one nightstands, it was like his cock was pampered and tortured at the same time.
An animalistic urge came over him when you choked on your own breath and clenched around his dick so firmly Giulio could practically feel the precum leaking out and into you. "O-oh fuck me that's delicious," he groans into your neck and begins thrusting violently as if his life depended on it. To stabilize the two of you, he finds purchase on your hip with one and the other travels to your soft breast. Giulio can't help but to give it a hearty squeeze as he continues with his rough pace, drawing a gasp from your parted lips and heightened moans as you feel the stretch of his dick inside you.
It was far better than any cold dildo you used to keep you company on those types of nights, no, his dick when standing was a dream come true. It was hot and just big enough that you could feel how he throbbed inside of you when his space staggered. The way his pretty cock dragged against your walls was absolutely sinful and his big hands possessively groping you made you feel like an owned bitch; it was enough to nearly have you howling against the shower walls as Gioilio continued with the brutal pace.
It's when he starts whimpering about his approaching climax does that coil within your stomach start to come undone, from the curve of his dick inside to the filthy words he uttered in your ear, and how desperately he held onto your body like it was his saving grace…like he fucking owned it. You cum with a teary cry, his name on your lips, and mouth opening. The force of it has your abused pussy pulsating, drenching the cock buried inside with clear slick.
At the last moment before Giulio releases not too long after you, he makes you lean against him and positions his hands so that one is opening your thigh and the other teases your clit, touching and massaging it in all the right places, but the overstimulation has you sobbing. You throw your head back to rest on the crook of his shoulder and your hips stutter along with his as you both reach your end.
Somehow Giulio's fingers don't stop their task at playing with your swollen pussy, dedicated til the very end. "G-Giulio, I'm-hah-I'm gonna, please cum-hmng, please cum inside me, please," you gasp.
"That's right, love, beg for me," Giulio snarls into your ear.
You mewl at the aggressiveness and without earning, reach your second orgasm tonight, followed by Giulio's heavy grunts and groans as he empties his load, hips stilling as his cums deep inside your perfectly delectable cunt.
The two of you sag against each other as you experience the lovely afterglow. However, the trickling of cum down your thigh makes you look down and raise a brow. "We ought to clean up now, huh?"
Giulio grumbles and buries his face into your neck as if searching for your comfort. You feel his dick softening inside until you move a bit so that it slides out,eating it dangle between his legs. Still, he pulls you close. "Together, right?" Despite his now docile behavior, Guilio's pupils dilate when his eye catches his cum dribbling out of your puffy hole.
He wanted to lick it up.
You hum and nuzzle him back, hand teasing his pink nipples until they're pert between the pads of your fingers. Giulio blushes furiously at this display. "Was that necessary?" He asks.
You look up and grunts wolfishly at him. "How could I resist?"
He tuts, as if bothered. "Fair enough, I guess I did grab your tit pretty hard."
"Damn right you did, I thought you were gonna rip it off, but honestly with the way your dick stuffed me, I wasn't sure if I cared at that moment," you boldly admit.
Giulio sighs and grabs some soap and a washcloth from the edge of the tub. He relished this afterglow moment with you and it only fueled his brain for more scenarios he could write about and possibly reenact with you if there was a next time. "Let's just get cleaned up," he says. As delighted as he was to hear that he performed well, Giulio was still bummed out about the issue with his penis, it was the only thing that dampened the mood, even as you let him wash your hair and body and vise versa when he finished.
When you two are clean the water is turned off and you step out to wrap yourself in a towel. You turn to Giulio who stood there like a wet cat and throw him his own towel. He takes his time to dry off, starting with his hair that slowly began to curl and then patting his body down all while in deep thought.
Giulio wasn't sure what was supposed to happen now. A lot of the time in the books he read or wrote the couple would either curl up in bed and sleep or one partner would leave, all depending on their relationship. Giulio was pretty sure he didn't want the second option though, he had enjoyed this very much and the last thing he wanted was to be thrown out on his ass.
Alas, you hadn't beckoned for him to stay, so once he dried, he started to put his clothes back on again. It felt gross, but he had nothing else to wear unless he felt like leaving in the nude. Giulio is sure to keep his head down while he dresses in case you happen to come back in for something, he wouldn't let you see how his grey eyes become glassy or how his lip quivered at the feeling of practically being used, regardless of how much Guilio enjoyed the moment.
author notes: english is not my first language so if you encounter any grammar errors or something such as that, please let me know. also, this may be kinda shitty because it's my first fanfic. anyways, enjoy my horny thoughts!
currently thinking about pantalone and how he fucks his little dumb darling in front of the harbingers when he sees them getting a little too touchy.
he just could not stand it, the way you oh so innocently though nothing of the lingering touches on your back from tartaglia. loving the way you would glance at him with big doe eyes whenever he approached to give you a friendly hug (always taking the opportunity to grope your ass and rub his hard cock on you).
or the subtle glances capitano and pierro would throw to your tits and ass whenever you would approach them with some skimpy outfits. oblivious to the way they were shamelessly thinking about fucking you dumb on their cocks. taking turns with you... capitano's fat cock in your mouth while pierro's constantly bullying his way into your tiny pussy. or perhaps you could take them both on your pretty hole.
or the way arlechhino could not seem to keep her hands to herself, always making an excuse to touch you. your waist, hands, neck. enjoying the stammers and blushes she would receive as response. wondering if you would blush and shove her away if she had her face buried in your pussy.
not even when dottore would teasingly approach you, asking you to be the subject of his experiments. he needed a sweet obedient thing like you to help him. but what to do when he accidentally hurt you? oh no, now you're crying! shush, such a cry baby. dottore's just cooing at you, mesmerized by the sight of your tears. wanting nothing more than bury his cock in your mouth to shut you up. call you a dumb slut while you milk his cock. of course this bastard loves the glares pantalone gives him.
pantalone had enough. so what better than give them a little show. having you spread out at one of their meetings, fat cock buried into your pussy while you sob at how embarassing this is. yet you're so wet. lewd squelches being made everytime he would thrust into you. your arousal dripping on the table creating a creamy white ring on his cock. tits bouncing freely. mind foggy and eyes too busy rolling back to notice the predatory gaze they have on you.
maybe pantalone will let them have a taste of his princess if he is feeling rather generous.
warnings: lactation kink (explicit & implied), pregnant!reader (kaeya, itto, & childe), fem bodied reader, use of "princess" (kaeya), nipple play, dom!reader + mommy!kink (itto), cockwarming (pantalone), daddy!kink (pierro), unprotected sex, breeding (pantalone + pierro), this is a lil out of my comfort zone but im trying new things so bear w me.
no surprise, kaeya is into it. he's always been one to toy and suck on your nipples because that's how he loved to tease you. the more your tits swelled with your belly, the easier it was to turn you on. more and more often, he'd latch onto you while you bounced in his lap as if he would get anything out of you. there was never any harm in trying. but near the end of your pregnancy, the minute he got a taste of your milk, he couldn't get enough.
one hand massages one of your tits while his mouths on the other, trying to hold back his moans as you roll your hips against his. your fingers weave through his hair, gripping it as you push his head tighter against you. he's sucking on you so hard, your positive your skin will bruise. then he switches sides, you gasping out as you reach your high. he briefly lets go as he groans because of how hard you clench around him, and that is enough to make him cum too. once you've rode out both your orgasm he pulls away, milk dribbling down his chin as he looks up at you with hazy eyes, "think you can go another round, princess?"
𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎
if there was one thing itto loved more than getting you knocked up, it was all the perks that came with it. your plump breasts, your increased libido, and the hormones made you a little more mean. at first, he was a totally off put when you told him you were finally producing milk and told him to try it. but he was your good boy, and always did what you asked. he was definitely hesitant, afraid he may hurt you. it was no different than when you first told him you wanted to have sex after you first got pregnant and he was terrified he'd hurt the baby. all he needed was a little direction.
"what's wrong?" you pursed your lips in a fake pout. "you've had no problem suckin' on 'em before. go ahead, show mommy how good you can be."
that was the only push he needed, and your satisfied moans plus the taste was enough to send him into a frenzy. he was immediately hard, dick throbbing against his pants and whines pushing past his lips causing him to almost choke. it takes him a minute to find a good balance, and since he was such a good boy for you, you let him have more because you want to milk him too.
𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄
you think family man ajax wouldn't have a lactation kink? he comes home from a long mission to see your swollen belly and plump breasts, and he just can't help himself. he's got himself buried deep inside you, pussy drunk and mouth latched onto your nipple. his thrusts are so uneven and out of rhythm as he bounces from drinking your milk to place sloppy kisses against your lips to share the taste with you.
"slow down, i'm not producing enough yet," you whine, toes curling as he rolls the nipple he was just sucking on in between his fingers and his lips cover the other. you were right, but that was a problem he had a simple solution to.
"not yet, but you will if i keep going."
𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄
he's always been one for lavish trips and fancy hotels. but nothing beats the office at home, especially when he's stressed and swimming up to his ears in finances and paperwork. what starts off as you cockwarming him, ends up with distraction and him aggressively pawing at and sucking on your tits as he works his hips up against yours.
"you don't have to be so rough," you whine, a yelp following as his hand moves to force you further down on his lap. "it's not like you're gonna get anything out of me."
he pulls away, and despite the paperwork piled up on the desk behind you, he lifts you up and lays you on top of it. he peers over the rim of his glasses as he sets a harsh pace, a smirk tugging at his lips, "guess we'll have to change that, hm?"
𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎
this one is subtle. he loves the shape of your body and how your breasts feel in his hands. he feels you up as he slips inside you, gently squeezing your skin, "you're so beautiful. but imagine how breathtaking you'd look with milk dripping from your breasts, and how great you'd taste."
you let out a moan as his grip tightens and he bottoms out. he leans down to flick his tongue over your nipple, letting out a a low chuckle as you squirm. his free hand grips your thigh, gently pushing it back as he rocked his hips and dragged his cock against your tight walls, "we can make that happen, baby. just let daddy take care of you."
tags: @sanzucide @mxnjiros (so i don't get yelled at)
Author’s Note: Hiii guys! My last post did so much better than I expected so I’m excited to post the next part! There is no smut in this chapter just yet, but part 3 is mostly smut so if this post gets 100 notes, I’ll be posting part 3! Thank you guys so much for the love <3
Summary: While you and Pantalone speak on the phone, you eventually learn his real name. One thing leads to another and after you invite him to your room and a misunderstanding erupts due to his low self-esteem, things get a bit steamy in the shower~
(P.s: I picked the name Giulio for a specific reason and I’ll explain it on a separate but short post!)
Pantalone made sure to erase the status of 'strangers' between you two.
Before you think much of it, he's asking you all sorts of questions, when's your birthday, what's your favorite food, what do you do in your down time, were you single etc, and you always answer honestly, even if the single question had you wondering if he were looking for something more…not that you were opposed to it.
His next question makes you smile though.
"How'd you get into my books? Like, what made you pick up my first written novel?" You imagine him in a cheesy chick flick movie where he twirls the phone line and kicks his feet.
It was almost as if he were seeking your approval and the thought made your heart flutter. "Well," you begin, "as I said before, there was something…enchanting about your writing style. Your pacing was a bit rushed, but I loved how you wrote the bond between the characters. It was more than erotica at that point, there was a deeper connection and consent was always consistent. It was hot but also respectful and I find not a lot of authors include that," you explain.
You didn't care if that sounded corny, a woman praising consent whilst speaking to a man, because it wasn't. Hopefully Pantalone would be receptive though.
"I see. In that case, I just wrote about how I personally would like it. I wasn't trying to go above and beyond," he responds humbly.
"I like that, you keep it real. Realness is sexy," you praise. You swear you hear a happy sigh from the other line, but you don't want to jump to conclusions. It was cute though.
"Thank you, Y/N, for your company and everything else," Pantalone says suddenly.
You're a little taken aback that he'd be so appreciative but answer nonetheless. "Of course, I really enjoy your company too!" You chirp. "It was great getting to know you and I'm glad we took that chance."
"As am I, topolina," he pauses for a moment and that nickname echos within your head space. Topolina, what did that mean? "Do you think-well, I don't want you to feel obligated or anything like that, but since we both seemed to like each other's presence and I'd like to get to know you more, so I was wondering…maybe, I don't know if this is too fast…" he trails off.
The waver in his voice tugs on your heartstrings and you nibble on the inside of your cheek. "You want to hang out in the future?" You suggest.
"Yes!" He exclaims in relief. "Yes, I'm sorry I just wasn't-".
"It's alright, Pantalone, really, I'd love to meet up in the future. I think you're something else," you affirm. Honestly, he was too adorable with his uncertainty in this case scenario.
"Really…?" He murmurs.
"Do I have a good reason to lie?" Is your swift rebuttal.
You can practically see the gears turning within his head despite the distance between you two. Did he really have to think for that long? "No, I suppose not, I hope," he finally concludes after a pregnant silence. It was awfully worrisome if you were truthful.
By the sound of it, even if it was a theory, Pantalone had been hurt at some point by someone he trusted dearly. You want to ask why he has doubts to confirm your assumption, but he beats you to the punch.
"Y/N?" Comes his velvety voice. His mask was on tightly this time. He slipped up by letting it slide, displaying his insecurities.
"Pantalone?" You reply.
His quiet laugh has your lips moving on their own to form a goofy smile on your face. "Please, call me Giulio. Giulio Edgardo is my full name. I should've mentioned that earlier when I asked for your name," he says sheepishly.
"That's a pretty name," you coo sweetly. You can almost feel him flushing at the compliment and it has you wanting to roll around on your bed and laugh.
To your disappointment though, he brushes it off. Maybe you were getting too confident? "It's an alright name," he says casually. Little did you know he was beet red as he stared at himself in one of the mirrors within his hotel room.
Another awkward silence follows until a brave idea enters your mind, and of course, you speak without thinking twice. "I was wondering, perhaps you could come over tonight? Unless you're busy that is."
Not even a plastic spoon would pass up such an invitation, to be welcomed into your room…alone. Call it puppy love, a crush at first sight, but Giulio absolutely loved your personality, from your humor to your opinion, to your likes and dislikes.
He ensures that he doesn't sound too delighted. "Sure thing! I can head over right now. Should I bring anything?"
Your mind is already coming up with the most scrumptious, mouthwatering, toe curling, sheeting gripping fantasies as you imagine the two of you alone in your room. Why, it was like entering the lion's den and naturally, your panties become wet the more you replay the saucy scenarios over and over like they were your favorite song.
"Not at all, my room is 401 on the fourth floor. I'll be waiting for you," you say in a sing-song voice. Then you hang up the phone.
You calm down after throwing your phone next to you. You had to relax. There was no way you could allow yourself to act so desperate, so feral in front of Giulio. You still weren't 150% sure if he was flirting back or is even single for that matter. You trim back until you learned more about him, you'd been so busy answering the questions he asked you, you didn't have the chance to ask him anything!
Pantalone/Giulio's POV:
Guilio doesn't bother to freshen up too much before going. He didn't want to appear as if he were expecting anything too soon, especially on the first night. But he was still courteous enough to apply some deodorant and change out of his old clothes.
By the time he took the elevator to your room and counseled himself internally, Giulio was ready to knock on your door and be greeted with your beautiful face.
However, after a few knocks, he feels disappointment settle into his chest, especially as he hears the sound of a T.V inside. Were you just playing with him? He knew he made a mistake by letting himself become too vulnerable, even if it was for just a few seconds over the phone. Still, thought has disappointment molding into anger and grief at that possibility.
Giulio firmly grips the doorknob and to his surprise, the door opens when he twists it, revealing your hotel room.
He hesitates for a moment before stepping in and taking in the atmosphere. The lights were dim and the T.V was awfully loud now that Giulio was inside. Other than that, the place was pretty neat and tidy, but the T.V was starting to bother him more, not helping with the already sour mood he was in at seeing you weren't even here. He simultaneously felt childish for being so hopeful and listening to his dejected thoughts.
As he takes the remote and turns down the volume, faint, breathy groans could be heard from down the hall of the main room where the kitchen and living room were. The sound has him biting his lip, hard, were you…with someone else? He almost wanted to cry at the idea. Was this your sick fantasy? Inviting him to your place just for him to walk in and discover you fucking some other whore, probably getting off on the idea of him walking in on them. Was that even better than you using him for fame and money? At this point he wasn't sure.
It makes Giulio sick to his stomach, but he wanted to give you and that stupid slut a piece of his mind before he took his leave and bang his head against the wall for being such a moron and being so trusting too quickly.
Storming down the hall, the sound of moans and whimpers becomes louder and almost more desperate as Giulio draws nearer. To his surprise, the sound seemed to be coming from the bathroom alongside the white noise of the shower running, making the obscure noises echo as they bounce off the walls. It made his dick throb within his confines.
Something wasn't adding up though.
He presses his ear to the thin door and nearly gasps at what he hears.
"A-ah..uhoah, mhm…oh! P-pl-please, right-right there, G-Giulio, t-thank you…mnnggh," you hear an all too familiar voice whimper.
It couldn't be.
None other than you, Y/N, was ass naked in her hotel room shower floor, jerking off to…him?! It was almost too good to be true. You went from cute to overwhelmingly adorable from the last time you two spoke not even fifteen minutes ago.
He couldn't even be angry anymore at finding you like this but now he's not sure what do to. Did he just barge in and go with the wind from there or did he let you finish your session? The first choice made him feel awfully excited, had he not been thinking with his dick, maybe he would've made the wise and more considerate decision.
He turns the knob and is hit with a cloud of steam from the hot shower and your heightened moans.
'Just gorgeous,' Guilio thinks to yourself before you call out. "Y/N?"
You stop immediately and you're met with him standing outside of your shower to stare at you with eyes the size of dinner plates. "Guilio!" You cry, "h-how did you-?"
"The door wasn't locked, and I may or may not have gotten a little upset thinking you were just playing mind games with me," he says with a cough, feeling awfully stupid now that he not only jumped to conclusions, but also invaded your privacy as a result of his overthinking.
You blink but then looks down at yourself and blush. "I take it you, eh, h-heard…?
"Yeah," comes his awkward replay. "I-I could leave if you w-".
"Nononono, please, if anything it's my fault," you plead tearfully. "I'm sorry, I should've controlled myself but it just hit me when I got off the phone and I thought I'd have time to deal with it," you explain.
"No it's my fault," he states firmly. "I jumped too conclusions and got into my own head. I have no excuse for acting so disrespectfully towards you and invading your privacy. I understand if you'd like to call the authorities on me or never speak again," he concludes. He doesn't relax how his hands are clenched into fists.
At this passionate apology, you find yourself hiding behind your curtain for other reasons and you find yourself tugging at your wet hair a little. "Giulio, maybe I…don't mind," you whisper.
He dares to look up. "Really?"
You nod wordlessly and rub your legs together needily. "Yes," you reply quietly.
You can see him digesting the situation and once he does, he smirks and lifts a hand to take your chin and tilt your head. "So you want me to join you?" Guilio inquires playfully, teasing your hip bone with his free hand.
You blush in response to his question and press yourself closer, not caring where the water fell. "Maybe," you admit shyly, letting your hands wander and end up resting on his broad shoulders that belonged to this mountain of a man.
His grey eyes darken as he strokes your cheek tenderly. "Allow me to undress, mia dolcezza…".
Summary: By chance you meet one of your favorite erotica authors who goes by the pen name Pantalone. When you give him an honest opinion of his work and make a sexual remark by mistake, you've instantly piqued his interest.
(I’ve never posted a fanfic to tumblr so im hoping this goes well!! I wanna aim for at least 20 hearts/likes and I’ll post part 2! Please do not repost on other sites, heavily reference, plagiarize, or translate my works at all. Thank you!!)
You didn't often attend these conventions, not really any conventions, but this one was certainly…out of your league, to say the least. Had your friend not dragged you here you wouldn't have ever imagined yourself standing within the large convention hall surrounded by all sorts of adult vendors.
The adult industry was vast to say the least, but you didn't care to be so open and casual about your interests, especially the amount of smut you read to fuel your fantasies. They were fantasies, that's all, and you didn't see anyone being able to bring them to life any time soon, so erotica would have to do the job. That was your logic to justify your interest in it.
You soon grow bored of the atmosphere, it's loud, obnoxious, and your friends are irritating you so, you dismiss yourself and travel to another section of the convention. To your surprise and delight, it's filled with erotica authors. Immediately, you recognize a popular one, a Schneznian author who goes under the pen name of Pantalone.
You thought it was a bit strange of a name, but nonetheless, he also happened to write some of your favorite novels. There was something about his writing style that was absolutely flawless, so realistic, and descriptive. It all flows so smoothly, like rich chocolate, and you were always left wanting more, opting to start the entire novel over from the beginning. It wasn't just erotica at this point, it was a world of art, and it was clear Pantalone took great pride in his work. Very admirable indeed.
Naturally, his booth is crowded by fans, begging to have their copies of his work signed. Now you wish you'd known he would be present, if you had, you wouldn't have even hesitated to bring a copy of your favorite, Il Dolce Tormento, for him to sign.
Maybe…you could.
There were plenty of other erotica novels he'd written that you'd been wanting to get your hands on as discreetly as possible, not wanting to get picked on for being such a fan, and now was the perfect moment to not only add to your collection but to have it signed too!
With your mind made up, you march over to the booth and patiently wait your turn until the crowd clears just enough that you can quickly browse the broad selection and eventually pick one that sounds pretty good.
Up close, he was just, as if not more breathtaking than he is in pictures. He wore his thin, silvery glasses and a pleasant smile as he spoke to a fan. He seemed to genuinely enjoy the company as he laughs and pushes some of his long, raven black hair to one side as he responds. Everything about his seemed so…perfect. It was a little intimidating to be so close to a man who appeared to be the pinnacle of perfection, looks wise that was.
Finally, finally, your turn came around and by then you were shaking in your shoes at the thought of meeting him, speaking to him face to face. It felt like you were approaching a supermodel.
"H-hi there," you greet nervously.
When Pantalone smiles it seems like his whole face follows. You'd never looked upon such handsome features, his jawline was appealingly soft but still noticeable and up close you can even see dark circles beneath his eyes that were an enchanting grey.
"Hello to you too, miss, is that for me to sign?" He asks, pointing to the book you held tightly to your chest. Damn, right to the point…what were you thinking?
"Oh yes please! I'd really appreciate that, it's an honor to have your signature on one of my favorites. I-" you catch yourself rambling and stop before you become bothersome. How embarrassing, he probably heard this nonsense day in and day out.
Pantalone chuckles softly, covering his mouth with his fist and motioning for you to hand the book over.
You flush and do so with shaky hands. He takes it and raises an eyebrow. "I'm surprised you picked this one," he muses as he takes the pen from behind his ear and signs the cover. You wish this would have lasted longer, but his comment also intrigues you.
"What about it?" You ask as he flips through the pages.
He shrugs and his cheesy smile returns. "Because it was my first novel, it wasn't popular and as a result didn't sell well, so I thought it was no longer made as it was forgotten. Poorly written and all. Looks like I was wrong."
You shake your head. "I don't think so. I actually became invested after I read this one not too long after you published it. I liked your writing style more so than the plot, so I decided to lurk and see if you improved in the areas where you lacked," you answer honestly.
Pantalone finds himself nodding, a bit stunned at hearing such a thing from a fan. No fan, most of which were die hard, ever analyzed his pieces, erotica was just…erotica. You either loved it to jerk off to or steer away from it. No one, minus his editors actually paid attention to his flow and how he pieced the story together.
"I see, I must say that I'm touched," he remarks stiffly.
"You should let me touch you," you joke, but you instantly cover your mouth and stare up at him at horror. "I'M SO SOR-"
"Is that a promise?" He joists back, finishing the comeback off with a cheeky wink and a smirk. He leans over the table, just close enough so that you two were now face to face, the closeness makes your body burn. You feel him slip something into the back of your pants and he whispers into your ear. "Make good on that, topolina," he purrs.
You step back, baffled, and nod dumbly before robotically walking away until you're out of the convention hall and into the hotel lobby where you dart to the elevator. You're itching to get to your room and see what he snuck into your pants, you hardly care if anyone else saw that stunt. You can't even call it sexual harassment, you liked his closeness too much to even consider labeling it as that. His aura alone had your breath hitching and your pussy throbbing.
You nearly break the door down to your hotel room and fumble with your pants after you throw the book onto the desk to look at the slip of paper. It was a business card? You turn it to the back only to be delighted by the sight of his personal cell with a caption of, 'chiami, mia dolcezza ♡'.
Oh fuck.
You bite your lips and read over the card multiple times. You actually wooed him with that offbeat follow up…what were the chances?
You wait until you know the convention is over and after excusing yourself from your friends suspicions, you lock yourself in your room and call Pantalone.
He picks up instantly. "Who's speaking?"
"The weirdo," you reply bashfully, squirming on your bed.
"Ahh yes, my weirdo indeed," he hums. "That was charming."
"Charming?" You wheeze.
You hear him hum in agreement. "Very much so. Regardless, I just wanted you to have my personal. You intrigue me."
"You sound awfully confident about your decision to grant me such a privilege," you say.
"Why not?"
You scoff. "Well, we're still strangers," you start.
