I still don't have a long list to call a masterlist, but I'll be updating this post with my fics as I post them here on tumblr (when I have more time and more fics, I'll make this list look prettier)
Say you'll see me again even if it's just in your wildest dreams vic x fem!reader (Fluff & Smut)
I'm gonna fly straight to you damiano x fem!reader (Fluff)
If not for you damiano x fem!reader (Fluff)
I want to dance on your body damiano x fem!reader (Smut)
Apri la vela, dai, viaggia leggera damiano x fem!reader (Fluff & Angst) - request
I’m seeing you in a whole new light ethan torchio x fem!reader (Fluff)
I just wanna hold you close tonight damiano x fem!reader (Fluff)
I wanna paint your face like you’re my Mona Lisa damiano x fem!reader (Smut)
Pairings: Damiano David x fem!reader
Contents: Smut
Summary: Damiano takes you to see his new yacht
Words: ~1205
A/N: Forgive me if you come across any errors while reading. I hope you enjoy it 💙
Damiano tucks a strand of hair behind his ear and says, "Today, I'm taking you on a nighttime picnic."
"Nighttime picnic? Sounds cool!" you laugh.
Damiano grins, matching your excitement, and nods. "Exactly, amore mio. We'll be under the stars, and a picnic will be perfect."
"Hmmm, sounds intriguing. So, where are we heading?" you ask.
With a gentle kiss on your lips, Damiano replies, "Let's head to the marina. I've got something new and I'm excited to share."
And he takes the lead, pulling you by the hand toward the marina. It's not a long walk, so you stroll hand in hand, chatting about random stuff and playfully teasing each other along the way.
As you arrive at the marina, you both wander through its numerous alleys until Damiano stops and gazes at you with gleaming eyes.
"Okay, you've got a yacht, I can tell. Which one?" you inquire.
"Y/N"
"Hm?"
Damiano chuckles and points to a massive, stunning yacht.
"That's the name. 'Y/N in the sea with diamonds'," he announces proudly.
You burst into laughter at the yacht's name and the fact that your name is on it, but most of all, you're filled with love for Damiano for arranging this surprise. You take a step closer to him, closing any remaining distance, and plant a passionate kiss on his lips. He places both hands on your waist, intensifying the connection between you, and sending shivers down your spine. Your heart races as he pulls you closer, but as he breaks the kiss, he reveals.
"Let's hop in soon, I've been keeping this Yacht secret from you for weeks."
"Weeks ago?! I can't believe it!" you lightly push him, laughing playfully.
Damiano holds your hand, taking the opportunity to guide you into the yacht. It's magnificent; your heart races as you step inside the Yacht—it's like stepping into a movie set. The interior is sophisticated, adorned with muted tones and soft lighting, creating a welcoming atmosphere. The huge picture windows allow the sunset light to dance across the elegant hardwood floors.
"So, did you like it?" Damiano asks, his eyes filled with anticipation.
"Gattino... it's amazing!"
"Come here," he takes your hand and leads you to the deck.
The deck is utterly cozy, featuring a soft rug and cushions scattered on the floor. A basket filled with delicious treats sits nearby: fancy sandwiches, fresh fruit, and a selection of tempting sweets.
"You're a box of surprises, you know? Look at this place!" you exclaim, marveling at the setup.
You glance at Damiano, who's looking at you expectantly and happily—his beauty enhanced by the golden glow of the sunset. A gentle breeze envelops you, and everything intensifies as Damiano draws even closer, so close that your breaths intermingle. He whispers:
"I love you, Y/N. Nothing I can create in this world comes close to what you deserve."
"I already have everything I want, I have you loving me, and I love you," you express with a contented smile.
You resist the urge to jump on him and skip the whole snack part.
"I want to madly kiss you until I lose my breath."
Damiano holds your gaze and smirks. "You, my love, have no idea of the things I want to do to you right here, but come on, let's eat first." He takes your hand, and together, you walk to the soft pads on the floor of the yacht and sit down.
You find yourself comfortably nestled between his legs, leaning back against Damiano's chest. You both enjoy the delectable treats, savoring each bite while talking and laughing, basking in the joy of being together.
The sun has already set and the moon is massive, with its twin dancing in the sea, Damiano gets close to your ear and whispers:
"You look damn gorgeous in the moonlight, Y/N"
His heart races as he feels Damiano kissing your neck and caressing your face lightly, bringing his mouth to meet yours. You turn to face Damiano completely and straddle him, wrapping your legs around his waist, his arm wrapping around your waist and squeezing as the kiss intensifies.
You moan in between the kiss as you press yourself down and rock forward slowly, causing the perfect friction between the two of your sensitive parts. Your clit swells with pleasure as you feel how hard Damiano is.
He moves his hands from your waist to your hips and gives it a gentle squeeze, guiding the movements and setting a rhythm. The kiss between you is interrupted by a moan, and Damiano takes the opportunity to explore your neck even more with kisses, bites, and hickeys. You feel him getting even more aroused with the increased pace of the movements.
In a flash, he's got your ass and lying down on the comfy floor, his body on top of yours. His hands roam all over your body, causing a trail of excitement and goosebumps on your skin, which he has easy access to thanks to your dress.
"So wet for me..." he says, softly rubbing the right spot.
With his other hand of his, he holds one of your boobs and squeezes it.
"So delicious," he slides your panties down your legs with only one hand, "and mine." And he enters you.
His hips go all the way down and stop, he buries his face on your neck, and you can perfectly hear all his groans, even the quietest ones, just as he hears yours. He holds your thighs tightly.
Your hearts are pounding, as are your moans as Damiano's hips slide in and out of you faster, his balls hitting you with each thrust, his hands gripping you so firmly it makes you tingle.
You scream his name as you start to feel your legs shake.
"Come for me, Y/N," he says between moans in your ear.
You moan louder and stronger after hearing his voice asking you to come like that, and it's impossible to hold back the huge feeling that is about to explode.
And it comes, as soon as you feel it penetrates you as much as it can, gushing all the pleasure it feels for you inside you, spurt after spurt.
He collapses on top of you, his hands slightly loosening their grip on your thighs. You look at him, his eyes still filled with desire and lust.
You hook your legs around him and spin around on top of him, sitting right on his lap.
"You're even more irresistible with the moonlight illuminating you," he says, lifting both hands and massaging your boobs.
You smile, wiggling slightly with his cock inside you.
"Let's not end this anytime soon then, because I can say the same for you."
And so you spend the night, on Y/N in the Sea with Diamonds, christening every corner of it with pleasure.
"You're even more irresistible with the moonlight illuminating you," he says, lifting both hands and massaging your boobs.
You smile, wiggling slightly your hips with his cock inside you.
"Let's not end this anytime soon then, because I can say the same for you."
And so you spend the night, on Y/N in the Sea with Diamonds, christening every corner of it with pleasure.
Pairings: Damiano David x fem!reader
Contents: Fluff
Summary: You’re at a party and you’re squabbling over a sofa with Damiano when he unintentionally reveals something while unaware that you’re eavesdropping
Words: ~1129
A/N: A touch of enemies to lovers for you all, because I love it!I should warm you that it contains some explicit language.Please, forgive me again if you come across any errors while reading. I hope you enjoy it 💙
I just wanna hold you close tonight
You're at your bestie's party, at her crib. Parties aren't really your thing, but there's no way to dodge one when your friend is the mastermind behind it.
The house is jam-packed, the music is blasting, and Vic, one of your pals, is rocking the DJ booth. Vic and Thomas, your childhood buddies, are also here, along with Ethan. You became friends with Ethan after he joined the band. As for Damiano... well, let's just say you and him are like acquaintances. You wouldn't exactly call him a friend because you both don't exactly hit it off. He tends to make you feel uneasy, so you try to avoid being in the same place as him whenever possible. Whenever his gaze meets yours, it's like all your defenses crumble, and you can't stand that feeling.
You've had a few sips, but not enough to get wasted, just enough to feel a little extra lively and adventurous. Everyone is having a blast, but all you crave is the comfort of your bed. As you navigate through the crowd, trying to escape small talk, you stumble upon a vacant couch in the living room. It's like a dream come true — all you want is to plop down and catch some Z's!
As you were about to reach the sofa, Damiano flings himself onto it, stretching his legs out and occupying the entire space.
"You've got to be kidding me!" you exclaim, giving him a stern look.
He gazes back at you, confused.
"What did I do?"
"I was going to sit there, you goofball."
"Oh, my bad, Y/N. Didn't realize you had plans."
You grumble angrily and retort:
"Move or I'll plop down and squish your head!"
"You know, that wouldn't be a half-bad idea. You sitting on my head, right over my mouth, to be precise," he smirks.
"You're repulsive. Get off the couch, Damiano."
"I've already told you no. Looks like you'll have to sit here by force."
You roll your eyes and throw yourself on top of him, engaging in a playful struggle to push each other off the couch. Suddenly, both of you freeze as you end up on his lap.
Damiano continues to stare at you, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, well."
You roll your eyes and simply say:
"Shut up, and you know what? You can stay right there, no need to move. You're surprisingly comfortable."
You push him, pressing his back against the couch, and then rest your head on his chest.
"Keep quiet, I'm tired," you practically command, closing your eyes.
Incredibly, he simply obeys your request.
//
You don't know exactly how long you've dozed off, but the party is still in full swing, and you're still sprawled on top of Damiano. Amidst all the noise, you can't hear his heart pounding, but you can feel the rhythmic beats.
"Is it the end of the world? You two getting along without exchanging insults," you hear Ethan remark.
"You say that because you didn't witness the battle it took to reach this point," Damiano retorts.
"Damiano, leave her be. Let's enjoy the party," a female voice you don't recognize calls out to Damiano.
You don't pay attention to what Damiano says, or perhaps he simply ignores the girl. With one hand resting on your head, you can faintly feel a gentle stroke through your hair.
He doesn't want to disturb your peaceful slumber. Seeing you so calm and serene lying on his lap is a sight he's never witnessed before. It's a far cry from the usual furrowed and stressed Y/N when you're together.
"Are you planning on staying there until the party is over?" the girl asks once more.
Damiano takes a deep breath and responds:
"Whether or not I stay here all night is none of your business."
Ethan lets out a faint chuckle and waits a few minutes before speaking up:
"Hey, Damiano. Deep down, you have feelings for her, don't you?"
You sense Damiano's heartbeat quicken. Could he be nervous about the question?
Damiano hesitates for a moment before finally admitting:
"Yeah, I like her, all right? It's just that... she's complicated."
Ethan bursts into laughter.
"I knew it! It's as clear as day if you ask me. And I do not doubt that she likes you too."
Damiano's face lights up with a smile at the thought of his feelings being reciprocated by you. He has liked you since the day you first met, but he never quite knew how to express it. The playful banter and dynamic between you two became his way of catching your attention.
"I really hope so..." he murmurs as he rests his cheek against your head, inhaling the sweet fragrance of your hair. "Please, let her like me," Damiano whispers, almost inaudibly.
You let out a sleepy sigh, lazily opening and closing your eyes, but stay still, relishing the sensation of Damiano's heartbeat.
He likes you, and you heard him confess it. If you hadn't heard it directly from him, if Ethan or anyone else had told you, you would never have believed it.
One of your hands rests on Damiano's shoulder, and you glide it gently across his skin until you reach his neck, where you begin a tender caress.
With his other hand, free to move, Damiano strokes your arm and whispers in your ear,
"How long have you been awake?"
"I'm taking off," Ethan announces.
With your eyes still shut, you respond:
"It's not a big deal, but I heard you confess that you like me and want me to feel the same way."
"Look at me," Damiano requests.
You disregard his plea, not wanting to lose the sensation of his racing heartbeat.
"No, I want to keep feeling your heartbeat."
Damiano chuckles and gently holds your chin, directing your gaze toward him.
"You'll be able to feel it pounding over and over," he says.
You raise an eyebrow and inquire:
"Really?"
"Yes, ever since the day you entered my life, it's been racing at the mere thought of you. It's been yours all along, and you can hear or feel its rhythm whenever you want."
You smile widely and guide one of Damiano's hands to your chest, allowing him to feel your heartbeat as well.
It's just as fast as his.
"My heart dances the same tune. I suppose that's why I'm always on guard whenever I'm around you because my heart belongs to you too."
"Y/N..." Damiano begins, but you cut him off.
"Shh, if I recall correctly, I told you to hush, but it seems that proved challenging for you..."
Before you can finish your sentence, Damiano pulls you into a kiss.
It's a kiss filled with unbridled passion. A kiss that should have taken place ages ago.
Pairings: Ethan Torchio x fem!reader
Contents: Fluff
Summary: Maneskin is in your state capital and by a stroke of luck, you manage to bring your favorite band to perform in your small hometown, thanks to Ethan.
Words: ~1980
The same A/N: Please, forgive me again if you come across any errors while reading.
Your favorite band is about to rock your state capital, but unfortunately, you won't be able to join the party since you live way upstate. You've moved on from the stage of feeling bummed out and furious about missing out. Now, you're embracing it and finding ways to occupy yourself on the day of the show. Have you figured out your action plan to keep yourself occupied and prevent those thoughts of them being close yet distant from clouding your mind?
You're in your city's downtown with your dad today, helping him with some pesky errands and killing time. The two of you went your separate ways, and now you're strolling through the vibrant city all by yourself.
You're not accustomed to the lively city atmosphere with its cacophony of car honks and bustling crowds. People are bustling about, some strolling while others practically sprinting. Just when you thought the day couldn't get any busier, your cell phone rings, adding another layer of chaos to the mix.
"Oh my goodness, what a disaster!" you grumble, keeping your head down as you try to navigate through the crowd without colliding with anyone while answering your phone. Unfortunately, your attempt proves unsuccessful, and you end up colliding with someone, causing both of you to tumble to the ground and face each other.
It's impossible not to recognize who ended up on the ground with you. Right in front of you, sitting on the floor is Ethan!
"Oh, my ass!" he complains, but despite the pain, he maintains a good-natured tone of voice.
You chuckle and agree:
"Yeah, falling on your rear end hurts."
"Let me give you a hand."
Ethan helps you up, and then he starts patting his backside to clean his pants. You do the same, returning your attention to the people and all the chaos around you.
"Sorry, um... I..." you begin to say, but there's so much you want to express that it's impossible not to stutter. "I didn't see you. I was a bit distracted, and... could we take a picture together? Sorry again, it's just that I'm a huge fan of Måneskin, and I didn't realize you guys were already in town. Unfortunately, I won't be able to attend the show, and I wanted to avoid being reminded that you all were around. You arrived well before the concert, right? Anyway, I'm rambling too much. Sorry once again."
"Don't worry, take it easy! I was also walking without paying attention, so I'm partly to blame. Hey, why don't you come with me? Let me treat you to a drink if you'd like, and I can even get you a couple of tickets to the show."
You desperately want to accept and go anywhere with him, and you're about to say a million yeses, but your cell phone rings once again with your father's name displayed prominently on the screen.
"I can't believe I'm gonna pass up on this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity," you mutter to yourself.
"What did you say? Are we going?" Ethan offers a hesitant smile.
"Oh, I really, really want to, but I can't... I live far outside the city, and my dad's waiting for me so we can head back before it gets dark."
"Ohh, I see..." He responds, clearly disappointed.
Ethan starts to glance downwards and around as if searching for the right words in his mind. "Then let me fulfill your request and take the picture you asked for. It's only fair, considering I bumped into you too."
You both take some nice photos, and you've thanked Ethan countless times for being so willing to take pictures with you. You bid each other goodbye, and as you take a few steps away, he catches up with you, slightly out of breath, and asks, "Could I have your phone number?"
"Do you want my phone number? Absolutely!"
Ethan offers you his phone so you can enter your number, and you add your name as well. "Y/N, it's a pleasure!"
When you reunite with your father, he's on the verge of scolding you for being late. To avoid the argument, you melodramatically recount how you fell in the street, conveniently omitting the part about meeting the love of your life, who had no idea you existed until yesterday. But for the next few hours, he'll feel a twinge of pain whenever he sits down and remember you! Even though he probably won't text you, having your phone number is enough.
//
4 days have flown by, and tomorrow is the big Måneskin concert. Ethan still hasn't sent you a text. Despite all your plans to distract yourself from the impending show, everything has been ruined because your thoughts are consumed by the concert and Ethan.
You could have encountered any of the 4 band members, but it was only Ethan, the one you're head over heels for. He's now firmly stuck in your mind, occupying the top spot in your thoughts. The huge poster on the ceiling of his room is his, the first face you see in the morning and the last one before you drift off to sleep. You loved that encounter on the street, but now all you can do is replay that moment in your head and gaze at your phone screen, where a picture of the two of you resides, eagerly awaiting a message from him.
While you're browsing through the other snapshots you've captured, a notification appears from an unfamiliar number:
Y/N? Hey! It's Ethan!
Hoping everything's groovy with you.
OMG, it's ETHAN!!
As you struggle to compose a response, erasing and rewriting it multiple times, he sends another message:
Is this where you reside?
Accompanying the message is a photo of his own house.
And well, it's simply your humble abode.
//
You don't even respond to his message; you simply bolt out of the house and spot Ethan leaning against a sleek black ride right in front of your crib.
Approaching him with a wide grin, you inquire, "How did you track me down? Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I'm just genuinely curious."
Before Ethan can answer, the car's rear window slides halfway down, and Damiano chimes in, "So, you're Y/N? Ethan's been losing his mind ever since he fell on his rear with you." He bursts into laughter. "He wouldn't rest until he figured out how far you live, and when he did..."
"Can you keep it down?" Ethan interrupts Damiano and leads you away from the car, holding your hand gently.
"He can't hold back, he'd spill the beans."
"All of you came here?"
"Yeah, Vic and Thomas went to grab a bite, and Damiano tagged along with me because I needed to see you."
"I..."
"Shh, let me elaborate. Over these past 4 days, I've been on a mission to find you. You mentioned living far away and not being able to attend the show, so I thought I'd bring a piece of the show to you." Ethan concludes with a smile.
"What? Like, seriously? Are you guys going to perform here in this remote place?"
"Yeah! I managed to convince our producer. We'll play a few songs, nothing too extravagant, but at least you'll get a glimpse of the show." Ethan flashes a gentle smile.
You try your best to contain yourself, but upon hearing this, overwhelming happiness fills you up. You start jumping and twirling with joy, unable to contain your emotions. You give Ethan a tight hug and exclaim,
"Thank you so, so much! You have no clue how incredibly happy I am!"
He hugs you back.
"No need to thank me, that's the least I could do after accidentally knocking you down in the middle of a bustling street."
You step back and observe the way Ethan gazes at you as if his eyes are sparkling.
"Well, I've got to go now. Let's get ready. I'll text you the time and location, all right?"
You nod and reply, "Okay, See you later”
Ethan retreats towards the car, still giving you a distinct look, but it's not a negative one.
"See you, Y/N," he says with a smile.
//
You arrive at the spot Ethan instructed you to come at the designated time. It's a quaint little town, and it seems like the entire town has gathered here. Even if they're not familiar with Måneskin, everyone is eager for something out of the ordinary, something different from their usual surroundings.
You make your way to a spot near the impromptu stage and reunite with some friends.
"Can you believe it? Måneskin is right here!" one of them exclaims with immense excitement.
"It's like a surreal dream," another friend remarks.
You simply laugh and nod in agreement, opting not to share what had happened earlier. Instead, you immerse yourself in the pre-show excitement with your friends.
Damiano, Vic, and Thomas emerge from behind the curtain, and Ethan joins them, taking his place on the drums.
His gaze sweeps across the place, landing on you, and he flashes a smile, accompanied by a playful wink.
"Hey everyone, this little gig is dedicated to our newest buddy Y/N!" Damiano announces before launching into a song.
Your friends turn to you, shrieking with excitement, and you join in the ecstatic chorus, letting your screams blend with theirs.
//
The concert was absolutely mind-blowing, it had such an intimate and enchanting vibe like a total dream come true. Once the show ended, you and your friends pick up right where you left off, reliving every moment and sharing all the details. The excitement is contagious as your friends can't contain their screams of joy, and you're equally thrilled, buzzing with the same level of enthusiasm for the incredible performance.
"Will Ethan stay connected with you, Y/N?" one of your friends inquires.
Well, you're not sure, but you're holding onto that hope with all your heart.
Before you can respond, your friend's face suddenly transforms, and as you turn around, you find Ethan standing right behind you.
"Oh, I definitely want to keep connected with Y/N," he says, locking eyes with you and giving a charming smile.
One of your friends discreetly nudges the others away, granting you and Ethan some much-needed privacy.
"Thanks a million for everything, this gig was mind-blowing, I couldn't have even dreamt of this day."
"Don't mention it. We all had a blast, but I gotta admit, I had an extra blast. And I meant every word when I said I wanna stay connected with you."
You flash a smile and momentarily hesitate before reaching up and caressing his cheek tenderly.
"I'm totally up for that," you whisper.
"I wa-"
"Hey Ethan, we gotta bounce!" Damiano shouts, cutting him off.
Ethan simply brushes his knuckles against your cheek and says,
"We'll meet again," he leans closer to your face, "count on it."
He plants a lingering kiss on one of your cheeks and another one on the other cheek, but this time, it's dangerously close to your lips.
"See you, Y/N," he whispers in your ear and strolls away.
You stand there frozen for a few minutes, trying to process everything that just unfolded.
Your phone vibrates in your pocket, snapping you back to reality.
You beam with excitement when you see Ethan's name on the notification.
"Every second with you was pure magic... I'm eagerly counting down the minutes until our next rendezvous."
You swiftly type:
"Next time, can you aim that smooch right on target?"
In the blink of an eye, another message arrives:
"That's definitely on my mind."
And so, you both carry on the conversation through messages, followed by marathon phone calls that stretch for hours. Then, one day, you drift off to sleep and wake up to find in front of you a living, breathing Ethan—much better than a simple poster on the ceiling.
Hello, dove! how are you? I saw the "if not for you" work you did and loved it! i dont know if you are taking requests or not, but i was wondering if you could do some hcs or a small imagine where Damiano has a younger sister (23), and she follows him everywhere bc she hasnt seen him in a while and wants to tell him about a boy she likes and how to confront said boy. But then he gets mad at her by accident from stress and then it gets pretty angsty and ends with fluffyness! TYSM! take care <3
Hi, cutie! I'm doing great, how about you? I loved to know you loved "If not for you!! Thanks for your request, your idea was awesome, and I had a blast writing this fic, I hope you enjoy it 💙
Apri la vela, dai, viaggia leggera
Words: ~2161
The same A/N: Please, forgive me again if you come across any errors while reading. (y/d/n) your date's name.
You had just arrived in Rome. After enduring 3 grueling years in Vancouver pursuing an extension course, you were finally back home, near your beloved family. Those 3 years would have been insufferable if it weren't for one extraordinary individual.
(y/d/n) and you crossed paths at the beginning of the course. During the first year, you were simply pals. You were still recovering from a platonic love, and although taking the course offered a great escape, it could be downright challenging at times. You longed for home constantly, especially for your brother Damiano. He was your favorite human being, your superhero, and being apart from him for these 3 years was incredibly tough. Not being able to chat with him before bedtime and share your daily experiences was difficult. With the remarkable success of Måneskin, you adore the band and words can't express how proud you are of Damiano, Vic, Ethan, and Thomas. Yet, there remains a twinge of sadness, knowing that your brother is not by your side to offer advice and fulfill his role as the older sibling.
As Damiano's schedule was hectic, and communication was challenging due to the tour and its finals, your parents played a vital role in ensuring your homecoming was flawless. With Damiano's return too, everything would be as if it were an ordinary day until you arrived back home.
I'm at the front entrance, could you kindly open it for me? You sent a text to your mom, and within moments, she and your dad were beaming with joy that you had arrived.
After numerous hugs and a few tears, his parents called out to Damiano, who was upstairs, enticing him with the best trick in the book: using pizza as a lure.
"Finally, I was famished," Damiano grumbled as he descended the stairs. And when you came into his line of sight of him, he let out a scream followed by an expletive.
He dashed towards you and scooped you up in a bear hug.
"How? When did you get here?" he inquired, stepping back slightly to get a better look at you. "Look at you, all grown up!" He embraced you tightly once again, holding on a little longer this time.
After Damiano, his parents, and you shared more hugs and the atmosphere settled, the four of you gathered around the table to indulge in the pizzas that had conveniently arrived just moments before you. As you enjoyed the meal, you caught up on various topics, skillfully avoiding the secret you had been keeping from Damiano.
"Damiano, how long are you planning to stay at home?" you inquired.
"I have this whole week off, but on Friday, we're flying to Barcelona. The tour is in Europe now," he replied, helping himself to another slice of pizza.
"Hmm, that sounds cool. Can I join you?"
He glanced at you suspiciously, trying to gauge whether you wanted to come along to simply enjoy the show or if there was something more to it. Eventually, he gave in to the idea of spending more time with you, making up for the three years apart and his absence.
//
The days until Friday flew by, and you had a great time with your family and made some new friends. Even Vic, Ethan, and Thomas came over to your place to throw a small, wild homecoming party.
On Friday, Damiano woke you up with a scream.
"Rise and shine! If you want to keep up with the pace around here, you'll need to get up before the sun," he shouted, bursting into laughter and tossing a teddy bear at you.
You despised waking up early. Why not just tell him about (y/d/n) and go back to sleep?
Ahhh, the temptation is strong, but NO!
You gather the essence of your love for (y/d/n). Take a refreshing shower and grab the bags you packed for a few days away.
Throughout these days, you and Damiano had incredible moments together. You played tons of video games, he took you on a shopping spree where you got a whole new wardrobe, you binge-watched the Harry Potter movies, and finally finished Game of Thrones (a series you started watching three years ago but didn't complete due to the events that unfolded in your lives). You cherished the shared experiences and wished for a chance to update Damiano about your journey with (y/d/n) over the past three years. You were certain Damiano would adore (y/d/n), but you also anticipated his reaction when he discovered you were dating someone, especially someone living in a different country.
You're at the airport, patiently waiting for the Barcelona flight to board. Meanwhile, Damiano is peacefully snoring on your shoulder while you're texting with (y/d/n). It's becoming increasingly challenging to find the right moment to tell Damiano about your relationship with (y/d/n). (y/d/n) is eagerly anticipating his reaction, and each day that passes without you revealing the truth feels like a strain on your connection. It weighs heavily on your heart, causing aching discomfort.
"Y/N, are you embarrassed by me or something? 'Cause I just don't get it..." This question has been lingering in your mind ever since your last phone call with (y/d/n)
on Wednesday morning.
Feeling frustrated with the whole situation, you put your phone aside and gaze ahead. Vic, who is sitting across from you, notices your distress and furrows her brow.
"Everything okay?" she asks, without the sound of her voice.
You simply shake your head and rest it against Damiano's head, closing your eyes.
//
When you arrive at the hotel where the five of you and the whole team will be staying, Vic informs the front desk that you and she will be sharing a room.
"No, she won't. She's my little sister, I've been away from her for 3 years, she's staying with me," Damiano argues.
"She can't stand being attached to you anymore, you're so annoying," Vic retorts.
Just as you were about to speak up, Vic stops you, grabbed your arm, and takes the room card.
"Next time, be quicker, dummy," she playfully taunts Damiano, laughing.
You both laughed as he playfully cursed at the two of you.
As you enter the room, you plop down on the bed and let out a sigh.
"Okay," Vic joins you, sitting next to you and looking at you, "spill the tea."
And that's exactly what you do.
//
"Y/N, you gotta tell to Damiano soon, I get that you might be scared of his reaction, but it's inevitable, you know? Carrying this secret around will only strain your relationship with (y/d/n) and fuck off Damiano, whether he likes it or not, you and (y/d/n) will live happily ever after," Vic advised, playfully running her fingers through your hair.
You chuckled and couldn't help but laugh at her candidness.
"Worst case scenario, I'm right here in your room," you responded, still giggling.
"Exactly! And we can hit up some awesome party too."
Both of you burst into laughter as you reminisced about the last wild party she and the boys threw to celebrate your homecoming.
"No way! So, I'm gonna go have a chat with Damiano."
You leave Vic by herself in the room and head to Damiano's room, but he's not there. So, as you make your way down to the hotel lounge, you call him, but he doesn't answer. Finally, you spot him at the hotel reception, near the exit.
"Hey, frate!" you shout at him, and he looks at you with an expression on his face that you couldn't decipher quickly enough, as it soon fades away.
You approach him, but before you can start talking, he interjects:
"What's up? Talk fast, I gotta sort some things out."
"Oh, nothing, I wanted to have a chat with you."
He's busy texting someone while you're trying to talk to him, but he glances up at you and responds:
"Can't right now, I'm heading out with Ethan, ciao."
Without another word, he turns his back on you and joins Ethan outside the hotel, and they leave without making much noise.
//
Hours passed quickly after you returned to the room frustrated for not being able to speak with Damiano. At least now you can talk to (y/d/n) who is trying to talk to Damiano about you guys but he's just too busy for that. That reason is better than having no reason to tell why you haven't talked to Damiano yet.
You're with Damiano in the dressing room, assisting him in getting dressed for the show. This would be the perfect moment to talk about (y/d/n) with him if he wasn't so annoyed. He's fed up with having to sing "Beggin" all the time when they have plenty of other songs they could perform, and he's griping about the in-ear headphones that are bothering his ear.
"You're tightening that ropes too much," he complains about the ropes you're fastening around his thigh.
"If I don't tighten it, your pants will come off during the show because it'll come undone," you retort.
"Like I've never gone pantless before. You're fucking squeezing me!" He screams the curse word, and you give up, leaving him alone in the dressing room.
You find Vic and Ethan making their way backstage, and you join them.
"I can't handle Damiano and his diva antics anymore," you roll your eyes.
Ethan and Vic burst into laughter, joining you in making fun of Damiano.
"Let him go pantless if he wants, he's into that," Ethan adds, concluding the joke as you reach backstage, where the sound of screaming fans grows louder.
This is the best part of tagging along to their shows—right before the performance, you can feel the anticipation and longing of so many fans. Damiano is fashionably late to the backstage scene, looking like a true rockstar.
He may be an idiot sometimes, but he's still your brother, and you can't help but feel a surge of pride in your heart for him.
As they make their way to the stage, Damiano catches your eye, winking and flashing you a smile, all set to rock the crowd.
When the gig wraps up and everyone changes their outfits, they suggest hitting up an Italian joint.
Damiano's annoyance has faded away, and the vibes are on point. The four of you are buzzing with energy, enjoying each other's company after an amazing performance. Yet, deep down, the knowledge that you're keeping something from Damiano and the fear that (y/d/n) might think you're ashamed of them is truly heart-wrenching.
"Y/N!" Damiano shouts your name. "Are you deaf? I've been calling you forever!"
"What's up? I was lost in thought, and you interrupted my flow," you grumble.
He casually drapes his arm over your shoulders as you stroll together. The restaurant is just up ahead, and little do you know, it's bustling with life and radiating vibrant energy. That's your destination.
"I've got a question for you, sis," Damiano murmurs in your ear. "Do you know that jerk?"
He points at some random dude near the restaurant, except it's not just any random dude—it's your special someone. IT'S (y/d/n) !!
"What the hell? How is this even possible?" you blurt out, not waiting for Damiano's response.
You sprint towards (y/d/n) and wrap him in a tight embrace.
"I've missed you," he whispers in your ear as you hold each other close.
"I’ve missed you so much! How did you...?" You're cut off by Damiano, who has caught up with the two of you.
"Y/N, you've got plenty of great qualities, but being discreet and cautious isn't one of them. I noticed you chatting with him all the damn time, and you never mentioned a relationship until things got messy and I got pissed off."
"He slid into my DMs on Instagram," (y/d/n) chimes in, his arms still wrapped around you. "It all happened so fast. He even bought me a plane ticket to come here."
Damiano nods in understanding and adds:
"Since you didn't spill the beans, Vic provided me with some juicy details, like his name and the fact that he's your boyfriend, isn't he? Don't underestimate my stalking skills. And I needed to know who treated you so damn well while I was out."
You can't help but burst into laughter. This all feels like a crazy dream!
"I thought you'd lose your shit when I told you," you admit.
Damiano raises an eyebrow and responds, "Yeah, I had a little freakout, but Mom and Dad talked some sense into me. It's all good. I just want you to be happy, Y/N."
You grinned and embraced Damiano tightly, giving him a big hug.
"You're the absolute coolest brother ever! Love you, bro!"
Damiano burst into a boisterous laugh, his signature trademark.
"Love you too! Now let's head inside and grab some grub. I'm starving, and I want to hear the whole story of you two."
Summary: You and your bestie hit up a party when you start grooving with Damiano, and the dance floor chemistry carries over to his hotel room. That's where the magic unfolds, and you both go to cloud as he compares you to an angel.
Words: ~2192
A/N: Hi, hello and please, forgive me again if you come across any errors while reading. I recommend you to play Touch Me and just enjoying ✨
You and your best friend are strolling into the party of some badass celeb she knows, she's probably already mentioned the name a million times, but you ain't giving much of a damn, you just wanna hit up a party, grab a few drinks, and bust some moves. Have a blast and enjoy yourself!
As you and your friend make your way through the entrance, you exchange a sly grin while vibrant, trippy lights groove to the beat throughout the crib. Side by side, you advance towards the dance floor, and your friend chimes in:
"Alright, let's have a fucking blast tonight," she says with a grin, and a contagious smile spreads across your face as well.
You were both pumped for this party and ready to let loose and enjoy yourselves to the max.
In a split second, she grabs your hand and pulls you towards the bar, where a bunch of peeps are lining up, ordering their go-to drinks, all geared up to hit the dance floor again. You step up to the bartender and request your ultimate drink, downing it in a single gulp before quickly ordering another shot and doing it all over again.
The drink ignites a fire within you, fueling you with energy and liquid courage to fully embrace the moment, without a care in the world. No worries, just pure enjoyment.
You and your friend head straight to the dance floor, grooving together to the sick beats. But before long, someone swoops in and starts getting their groove on with her, leaving you to your own devices. No biggie though, it doesn't faze you one bit. You keep on dancing as if the music is pumping right through your veins.
Eyes closed, you immerse yourself in the moment, feeling the heat of someone's body swaying alongside yours. Whoever it is, they sense your awareness and since you don't brush them off, they casually rest their hand on your waist, getting even closer in their moves. Your ass is the only thing touching him as you dance with a touch of sensuality right there on the dance floor. The electricity builds up as you grind with this mysterious dancer behind you, sending tingles down your spine.
You both bust some moves together for three consecutive songs, and it's as if you're in perfect harmony. The dance isn't just about showing off or impressing each other; it's about creating something extraordinary between you.
As the beats thump on, you suddenly hear his voice whispering in your ear, "Finally, someone who's up for it."
It tempts you to ask what he means, but you decide against it. You don't want to risk blurting out something silly and ruining the magical vibe of what just went down. So, you simply let the moment linger, cherishing the mystery and excitement that swirls around you.
You sense the hint of a smile against your cheek, and it elicits a light-hearted chuckle from you. It's best to leave it at that and keep relishing in the night's pleasures.
You turn your gaze towards him, even though the lights make it difficult to see his face clearly. Nevertheless, you can tell that he's undeniably attractive (and damn, he can dance like nobody's business).
It's time to get another drink!
As you reach the bar, you order another drink, but this time you savor it slowly, relishing every drop of that boozy sting as it glides down your throat. The flavors dance on your tongue, creating a delightful sensation.
Before you're about to leave the bar, the stranger appears by your side once more, placing an order for two drinks. Now, with a clearer view of his face, you can't help but smile as your gaze locks onto his handsome features.
He returns the smile and pops the question:
"Care for another drink?"
You nod in agreement, and with that, you both exchange proper introductions. Skipping the dance floor this time, you snag two primo seats at the bar, engaging in a conversation that flows as if you've been pals for ages.
Damiano and you have reached a level where you're familiar with the key aspects of each other's lives. It's not something you typically do, spilling your guts to strangers, but under the influence of alcohol and with the enchantment Damiano has cast upon you, it feels natural to engage in heartfelt conversation.
He suggests, "How about finding a more quiet spot?"
The idea resonates with you, and you nod in agreement, intrigued by the prospect of finding a quieter place where you can continue this magical connection.
You flash him a mischievous smile and take hold of his hand, leading him away from the lively dance floor and the bustling bar. As you pass through the living room, your eyes catch sight of numerous unoccupied couches, and you can't resist the temptation. You abruptly halt, tugging on his hand to bring him to a stop, and in a matter of seconds, both of you find yourselves sprawled out on one of the cozy couches.
Damiano's hands be all up in his waist as you're locking lips in a way that has both of you gasping for breath, but you don't give a damn. You feel Damiano's hands on your thighs, giving them a tight squeeze as you continue kissing you, and you let out a moan, trying to catch your breath and satisfy the intense desire he's been arousing in you since you started dancing together.
"Allright?" he asks you.
You nod eagerly, craving his touch on every inch of your body, as his hand traces a path from your thigh to your clit.
"Holy crap," you moan, overcome with pleasure.
He slid your underwear aside, skillfully rubbing your clit at a tantalizingly slow pace. The way he teased you was driving you wild. You rested your head on his shoulder, attempting to conceal your flushed face while muffling your moans as best you could.
"Oh fuck," you whispered, the pleasure intensifying as he increased his pace, making it even more challenging to stifle your cries.
"It's okay, let go. Everyone's too drunk to notice us," he playfully remarked, a smirk playing on his lips.
His words gave you the permission you needed, and you couldn't help but release your moans. They weren't overly loud, but they would definitely catch the attention of anyone who wasn't lost in their own drunken haze.
"Good girl," he murmured into your ear, his words sending shivers down your spine.
The fire inside you burned hotter and hotter, your moans growing louder with each passing moment. All sense of shame vanished, replaced only by the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body.
"I'm close!" you moaned, your voice filled with desperate need. And just as you uttered those words, the climax washed over you, leaving you breathless and trembling.
"That was... amazing," you whispered, still catching your breath from the intensity of the experience.
He hinted at taking the rendezvous to his hotel for more privacy, and you could sense the anticipation building. He stood up, extending his hand towards you, and you eagerly took it, rising to your feet. Adjusting your dress, you both made your way out of the bustling party.
Upon arriving at his hotel room, he opened the door slowly, pulling you inside. As you stepped into the room, your eyes took in the sight of scattered papers on the king-size bed. Being a singer in a band, it was no surprise that he had been busy writing songs, the creative process evident in the disarray around you.
"Will you write a song about tonight?" you asked, a hint of anticipation in your voice. As the door closed and clicked, Damiano wasted no time. He swiftly unbuttoned his white shirt, discarding it onto the dresser.
"Probably," he replied, his gaze fixed on you as he moved closer. With a deft hand, he skillfully removed your dress, casting it aside without a second thought. Now, standing before him in nothing but your underwear, you felt a surge of confidence.
His eyes tracing over your body, and he couldn't help but confess:
"You look... amazing." His voice dripped with admiration and desire, fueling the intensity of the moment.
He placed his hands firmly on your hips, just as he had done earlier, and leaned in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. You reciprocated, savoring the taste of his lips, and instinctively placed your hands on his face, deepening the connection between you.
Feeling the intensity between you both, he reached down and firmly gripped one of your legs, lifting it up and resting it on his hip. The sensation heightened, and you could feel him more intimately. With a surge of desire, he broke the kiss, his eyes smoldering with a mixture of lust and admiration and in a bold move, he swiftly switched his hold to your other thigh, lifting you effortlessly and pressing you against the wall. The rush of being carried and pinned against the solid surface added an exhilarating edge to the moment, intensifying the passion and desire that consumed you both.
You locked eyes with each other, the intensity building with each passing moment, until he couldn't resist any longer and leaned in to capture your lips in another passionate kiss. The room seemed to ignite with fervor as the kiss deepened, fueled by an overwhelming desire.
Both of you were breathless, your bodies craving more. With a sense of urgency, Damiano swept you off your feet and carried you to the edge of the bed, gently placing you there. He swiftly cleared the clutter of papers that had occupied the bed, letting them cascade to the floor, clearing the space for your intimate encounter.
As he turned his attention back to you, his eyes filled with admiration and desire. He leaned in closer, his voice a soft whisper against your skin:
"You're so beautiful, you look like an angel." His hand caressed your face tenderly, tracing the contours with gentle affection.
You smirked mischievously, pulling him closer to you, your desire evident in your eyes.
"I could say the same for you, but how about we go to heaven together?" You whispered seductively, your lips grazing his neck on her before playfully biting down.
In an instant, it seemed like something ignited within Damiano. He firmly gripped your neck, exerting a delicious control, and guided you down onto the bed. His lips trailed along your neck, seeking out your sweet spot, and when he found it, he indulged in it wildly. Leaving a trail of hickeys and bites in his wake for him, he marked you as his own for him. Your fingers tangled in his hair, gripping it tightly as you let out soft moans of pleasure.
The intensity grew as Damiano skillfully removed your panties, unveiling your desires. The air crackled with anticipation as your bodies yearned for the connection that awaited them.
"Are you wet for me, huh?" He sensually bites his lip while locking eyes with you.
He moans in delight as he gently inserts his cock into your pussy, igniting waves of pleasure.
Bestowing upon you the most sublime ecstasy.
He moves his hips with deliberate grace, thrusting in and out, synchronizing your desires.
"Oh, fuck!" you passionately moan, your voice filled with pure bliss.
Damiano smirks, his confidence growing, and intensifies his rhythm, heightening your desire.
As you lose yourself in the throes of passion, your hand instinctively covers your mouth, but Damiano forcefully removes it, yearning to hear your euphoric symphony.
"No, I wanna hear you when you go to heaven, y/n," he whispers with fervor.
You affirm with a nod, surrendering to the divine pleasure that awaits you.
You moan Damiano's name as he intensifies the rhythm of his thrusts, causing your head to fall back onto his plush pillows.
"Oh, Damiano, I'm so close!"
"Come, y/n, cum to me," he asserts, his voice laced with longing.
You struggle to hold back, determined to hear him plead, but his relentless stimulation of your spot makes it nearly impossible. The pleasure is simply too overwhelming.
"Come, y/n," Damiano groans, his voice filled with urgency.
You tighten your grip around him and succumb to the waves of ecstasy he elicits. As you reach the pinnacle of pleasure with him, he remains motionless, deeply embedded within you, his body collapsing onto yours, a resounding groan of your name escaping his lips.
The intensity of the moment consumes you, as he pours every ounce of himself into you, leaving you both utterly spent and satisfied.
You both were breathless and drenched in perspiration, your legs entwined with his.
"I wanna go to heaven with you again" Damiano whispers, his face inches away from yours.
You smile, gazing into their eyes, and you can see the unmistakable lust and desire reflected in him. You hope that he can also perceive the depth of your yearning and how much you desire the very same thing he does.
Summary: Damiano can’t fall asleep, so he writes to you a song.
Words: ~433
A/N: Hey again! This weekend I’m going to post a smut with Damiano as a bonus after all this last fluff 🔥
It was a serene and balmy night in Paris, the sky was pitch-black, but amidst the dazzling city lights, Damiano could still catch a glimpse of a few twinkling stars. Everyone should've been fast asleep, blissfully embraced by their sweetest dreams, yet all Damiano yearned for was to slumber and experience a dream within your embrace.
Even in the coziest bed, he kept tossing and turning restlessly, unable to doze off, striving to discover a sufficiently comfy position to snooze. He grew increasingly exasperated at his inability to catch some Z's, for he was weary both physically and mentally. Merely hours ago, he had been performing on stage, belting out tunes, yet that alone failed to lull him into slumber.
Even as he grappled to clear his mind and drift into slumber, thoughts of the two of you together flooded his head. It hadn't been long since your last rendezvous, yet he yearned for you in a way that felt larger than life. On nights like this, being distanced from you felt like sheer torment.
You've been on his mind ever since you crossed paths, and now that you've started dating, Damiano couldn't be happier. He had never quite connected with anyone before meeting you. While Vic, Ethan, and Thomas were out partying and hitting up bars for fun during their downtime, he often felt the need to distance himself from everything and everyone. However, when you entered the picture... It was as if you injected a renewed sense of joy into his life.
In a split second, Damiano abandoned the idea of sleep and leaped out of bed, driven to express everything he was feeling. He scoured the room for his cellphone, but it had a low battery and wouldn't last long enough for him to craft an entire song on it.
"Shit battery," he groaned in frustration and began scouring the room for paper and pen. Once he found them, he strolled over to the balcony, gazing at the moon in the night sky. A smile crept across his face as he reminisced about you and your fondness for moon gazing. Right there, on the hotel room balcony, he made up his mind to plop down on the floor and start crafting a song dedicated to you.
If not for you, there'll be no summer, there'll be no spring if not for this love of mine. Thornes without flowers, bars with no drinks, if not for this love of mine. All the lights, all the parties will just fade out. Shut them down. If not for you, I wouldn't sing anymore...
