𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬
a/n: 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒!! sowwy for taking a break for this long, i have tons of requests again jfjks... but now, i'm gonna write them, with this as a 'warming-up'. really sorry, i had to do this 😔✊🏻
the first time she realizes that you don't just talk about sleeping on little clothes is on the first night spent together –she double-checks when you fall in between the sheets beside her, only wearing a satin-silk underwear.
"baby, what are you doing?" she asked, staring down at your bare shoulders, as you dug your face into the pillows.
"i don't know, maybe getting into bed? what does it seems like?" you asked, grinning slightly in yourself. the only thing why vic was mesmerized about you, not just your body, the tenderness of your curves, the smooth skin on your thighs –or the fullness of your breasts. she was relieved that you don't stress yourself around her, that you dare to be the sweet and perfect person your are, and you don't want to separate yourself from her. she had a lot of insecurities when the two of you began to date, vic had those stupid thoughts that maybe you don't think that this is a big deal –or that you don't think this as serious as her.
but as she stared down at you, you rolled onto your sides, the blanket almost revealing the top of your breasts, smiling at her with those soft eyes that you always had when the two of you made out –victoria just knew that she has a spot beside you.
"fuck, how can i resist you?" she asked as she lift her arms up to take off her t-shirt, and she didn't stop at this –the bra almos fell on your face, you swapped off with your free arm. "stop staring, i can be really shy!" she giggled, you nudged her with your feet, inviting her to lay as close to you as she could.
"sorry, you're just too irresistible." you whispered.
"you too. now kiss me", victoria answered, as she pulled the cover from under your chest to drag it on the top of the two of you, threading her fingers through your hair to spend a hot, needy night with you.
he blinked a couple times when the first rays of the sunshine hit the edge of the bed. smoething laid on him tenderly, he stared down at the crown of your hair, kissing it slowly as he got more conscious.
thomas didn't want to wake you up, but when he tried to shimmy himself out a little for his phone –he adored your petite body above his–, the felt that something's not the usual.
*thinking, squinting thomas face*
lifting up the blanket, your smooth skin was all right, excluding a little, tiny, minuscule detail...
you breasts stroked his chest and stomach like velvet.
he nearly gasped as he realized what he's feeling, and what that he's feeling (i hope you get the difference ;-;), and after that, thomas adored every moment as you slept.
my beautiful girl, sleeping soundly and feeling so safe in my arms, he thought, that she even lets down her guards and underwear around me –*lovely sighing every five minute*
stroking your hair and skin, he bents his legs, and you react to this one
thomas hesitates, he doesn't wants you to get up, doesn't want to wake you up, but what comes after this–
you wrap your arms around his body, dugging your face and body into his.
i hope you know that at these moments, your boyfriend literally melts into the sheets under you, like
the only problem is, that the day begins as every other, and he has to go. ethan even writes to him, that "are you alive fam or are you not coming today"
and he don't know how to respond, so the wisest thing he thinks to do is that sends a pic about you in his arms, and he just knows that ethan will show it to everyone
(and he gets horny of course, but thomas just gets so overwhelmed with your closeness that he think that that would be really impolite from him if he woke up you with some cockwarming–)
he just panicked –similar to thomas, he also figured it out after sleeping. not gonna lie, he was so startled when he just woke up, peacefully made himself a cup of coffee, and poured a cup for you too –and when he walked into your room, he only saw your ridden up panties at one of your butt-cheeks.
your bare back faced him too, and he just stopped in his tracks –did you just take off his t-shirt in the middle of the night? because the last time he saw you at night, you laid your head on his chest as the two of you linked your fingers.
he puts down the coffee, then just sits down on the bed, slowly but surely reaching out for your soft skin. suddenly, you turn to him, opening your eyes slowly. ethan pulls back his hand, but you grab it, giving his wrist a little kiss.
"did i wake you?" ethan asks, hiding his blush with the answer. you shake your head, scurrying closer to his body. yawning, you begin to lean up on your arms, then sitting up, almost letting the blanket fall down from your chest.
"wait, no" he brags, almost covering his eyes, helping you to place it back on you. he could use the 'you'll get cold'-card, but
"what, what, ethan? is it something wrong?" you ask, simply innocent. "you saw me without a bra, even in less clothes" you wink, leaning back to the headboard. ethan gives you the cup, then sits beside you, letting you curl on his chest.
"do you mind if my boobs touch yours?" you giggle, placind down the cup again, kissing his neck as your fingers curl into his long, smooth black hair.
i canon that when he walks in and see that you already slept in, and on the hot summer night, only a thin blanket covers your chest, one of your knees is bent –at first he doesn't why the sheets covers you up there, but when it's about you, damiano deducts in a moment
you know, when he lays beside you and slowly touches what's under the covers (SORRY IT'S JUST ME AND THAT'S SO UWAAA–) and when he touched the softness of your skin and your curves, his mind unintentionally went just
he goes to sleep too, tucking his head into the crook of your neck, resting his cheeks on your collarbone, curling one of his arms around your waist
(no, not around your boobs he's a gentleman remember?)
but he adores your body too much to not to prank on your a little bit in the morning
so when you wake up, searching for one of his or your t-shirts, you find nothing, not even a little top –walking out to the kitchen with the blankets on you, standing beside the table with your hand on your waist like an italian mother would do
"dam, do you know where all the shirts went in the house?" you ask, and then damiano just turns around from the fridge, leaning his hand on the fridge door like
"i think i took everything to wash, you know all we have are dirty shirts" he tries to fool you, but you smirk, walking to him slowly.
"you're a bad liar baby, you never do the laundry. so, where are the shirts?" hearing your words, damiano hangs his head, sighing,
"how can you say that i'm not a good, excellent househusband? you're so evil, baby, they're in the wardrobe..." he ends, you chuckle, but then an idea twinkles in your mind.
"thank you baby, i'm gonna change and shower, wait for me, will you?" you ask as you turn your back to him, dropping the sheets down, pooling around your ankles, stepping out of the cotton-circle.
"waiting? how the fuck could i wait when you're just... like that?"
