TO BE ALONE: a series of måneskin oneshots

it's better not to ask him // a drabble (d.d.)

Hi! I wrote this in a rush because the idea came to me. It's a pretty clear sign, but I'm majorly struggling with my relationship with religion right now, so I wrote this as some form of catharsis, anger release, if you will.

In no way do I mean to offend anyone or their beliefs, everyone is welcome here 🖤

Here's something a little different than what I typically write. No major explicit content, but it's definitely ✨ saucier ✨ than usual. Lol enjoy

See ya in 2022!

You smiled at Damiano, watching the band wave as they exited the stage. Your cheeks flushed a deep crimson shade as the frontman threw a wink at you.

You looked down to conceal your blush from the security staff around you and made your way backstage.

Damiano barely beat you to his dressing room. You opened the door unannounced and froze momentarily in awe at the sight in front of you.

There, your boyfriend stood, still in his leather pants and five inch doc martens, but he had lost the leather harness he had been wearing over his torso. All his jewelry also remained, adorning his skin like he was a statue to be worshipped.

In the center of it all was a cross, sticking ever so slightly to the sheet of sweat, both from the lights and the physical aspect of performing, that had covered Dami's chest.

"You like what you see?" Damiano joked, the adrenaline of performing still racing through his veins.

"You cheeky bastard." You laughed, kicking the door shut. You approached him, running your hands up his chest before pulling him into a deep kiss. "I do like all this jewelry you got going on. Might I say, it was a fine choice."

You picked up his hand, toying with the heavy rings and bracelets, letting your eyes avoid the piece of jewelry that made the temperature in the room raise.

That goddamn crucifix. What you wouldn't do to have that dangling over your own chest right now.

You pushed the thoughts aside.

"Well, principessa. I'll tell you what." Damiano started, slipping the end of the cross between his teeth as to hold it out of his way as he knelt down to untie his shoes.

You sucked in a sharp breath at this sight.

Damiano froze again, looking up from his shoes. "Something the matter?" He stood up, shoes now untied, but still on his feet. He laughed softly, cupping your cheeks in his hands. "Now what's got my baby all worked up?" He spoke with the cross still clenched in his front teeth.

You composed yourself quickly. "Nothing." You shook your head.

With this laugh, Damiano let the pendant fall from his mouth. He watched as your eyes followed as it fell all the way back down to the middle of his torso.

A devilish smirk marked his lips. "Oh, now, what is this?" Damiano tilted your chin up. "My eyes are up here, baby."

You tried not to laugh. It was all a show, and you knew it. But you couldn't deny what seeing Damiano, barely dressed, with a heavy, gaudy rosary around his neck made you feel.

"Baby!" Damiano cooed. "Who knew you were such a sinner? So worked up over a fuckin' rosary, hmm?"

You shook your head with a snicker, looking down. "Dami, come on, don't--"

You stopped as you felt the beads of the rosary fall onto your skin. This made you look up. You cocked an eyebrow, but settled it down when you saw Damiano's smirk.

He ran his tounge over his teeth, seemingly proud of himself for switching who was wearing the massive piece of jewelry.

"A pretty crucifix on a pretty neck." He smiled. "However, I don't know what Jesus would think of you getting all hot and bothered right now." He laughed, nodding towards his thigh. Under those leather pants, a portrait of Jesus Christ himself laid.

Now it was your turn to play back. An equally devilish smirk marked your lips as you pushed Damiano onto the sofa in the dressing room.

"It's better not to ask him." You stated, sitting yourself on his lap, still facing him.

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