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Day 24- 🫠 (D.D.)

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Contains a suggestive part at the end, you can skip if you're uncomfortable with it, I put a space before it.

You and Damiano have been in a relationship for quite some time. You got together in last year of highschool. And he still managed to make you melt sometimes, especially doing hold habits just in between the two of you. Like for example, when it's a rainy day, you always stay a little in bed. And you would be pulled out of bed by a smell of hot cocoa and the generic of your favorite TV show playing. Or when you are in a deep sleep, he traces every single shape of your body, and only stop when your eyes open.

But the one thing that made you melt is something he kept for the longest time. Damiano's didn't get you a promise ring back in school because he wanted a pretty ring to put on your finger and he didn't have the money for that yet. So instead he did someone else.

You were in Spanish class, Damiano was sitting right beside you, a bit slouched in his chair. The teacher was giving back a pop quizz he did last week, to which you were sure to have failed. You felt your heart rate pick up. You were nervously fiddling with your lips, making them turn blood red. From the corner of his eyes, Damiano noticed it and grabbed your hand to make you stop. He brought your hand on his thigh and started to massage it.

As your boyfriend starts to massage your hand, you can't help but feel a sense of comfort and support. You know that this is their way of showing love and care, and you're grateful for their understanding and affection.
He continues to massage your hand, you feel a sense of relief and gratitude. You know that this is a small but important way of soothing your worries and anxiety, and you feel a sense of comfort and love wash over you.

But the panic stays in your system so he changes his approach. He keeps your hand close and take his index and thumb. And he mimics the gesture he would make, slipping a ring on your finger. Your breath hitches in your throat. That gestures means a lot of things, like a silent promise of always bite there and one day slip on a real ring. And for the moment it manages to calm you down. He keeps his gaze ahead, seeming unbothered.

After class, you don't have time to ask him about the gesture that he's already talking with some mates form the basketball team. You decide to wait until later to ask him so you quietly leave the room, unaware of the fact that his gaze was piercing through your back.

After the end of class, you see him walking alone towards the main gate. "Damiano !" You call for him, while trotting. He stops and turns around, sending you a warm smile. He waits for you to join him. "I didn't know you finished at this hour." He says once you arrive at his level. "It's an exception, my history teacher isn't here today." He nods and you start to walk quietly. After a few moments of silence you finally spoke up. "Thank you, by the way, for earlier." He shrugged his shoudlers. "That's nothing really." "It is. It helped me a lot. Especially that thing you did...with my ring finger." You stammered a little. You could see red tinting his cheeks slowly.

He took your hands in his, forcing to stop and face him. He kissed your knuckles. "I promise you one day, I'll buy you a ring so pretty that people will envy you for the rest of your existence." You saw the determination and fire in his eyes. "Okay then, do that once you become the biggest star this earth has ever known. Then they'll have another reason to envy me. Because I believed in you." That made him smiled giddily. You were one of those precious persons that deeply believed in him. And he was gonna show you and the rest of the world was he was gonna be capable of. He threw an arm around your shoulder and started to walk again with you. "Prometto..."

And to this day, he kept that habit of the ring finger caress. A silent promise of always be there for each other, and that everything would come out right. He'd do that when you're anxious or not feeling confident. But especially when he's jealous. Like when a guy was staring at you for too long, he would come up and do it out of the blue, showing to everyone that he only could have that type of influence on you.

It was a very beautiful winter night. Snow was silently falling outside, making a white coat out of Rome, like a silent killer of the sky. You were laying in bed with Damiano. You were on the bridge of letting yourself slip into some dreams when you felt him do that familiar caress to your ring finger. Usually he would do it in the morning but one thing bothered you. Your finger felt slightly heavier and you felt a cold thing enveloping it. You blinked your eyes open and were met with his vibrant brown eyes. He had a grin tugging at his lips. Your gaze wondered lower, towards your finger and you noticed something shiny on it.

You immediately recognized the ring Damiano caught you gazing at, months ago in London. You felt your eyes tear up. "Cosa stai facendo esattamente amore mio?" You voice was groggy from almost being asleep moments before. He moved closer, he took your hand and kissed your knuckles, lingering on the beautiful jewelery. "Finally respecting my promise..." He quietly explained. You felt all kinds of emotions rushing to your heart : happiness, nostalgia, relief... "I can see that..." you stare at the ring and he looks up at you. "So what do you say ? Wanna get on this new adventure with me ?" You've heard this before. When he got on X-Factor, when he participated in the Eurovision, when he made risky dares, the day he asked you back in highschool if you were sure to be willing to go into this life full of uncertainty. And now he was asking you to become his forever, his wife, his second part. And deep down inside of you didn't have to think of and answer, like all those times before. "Yes..." His eyes lit up and he hugged you close to his chest.

"You're mine Y/n M/n L/n..." he whispers darkly. "I'm yours, body and soul. For the rest of our existence, and even after."

His gaze darkened and he made a swift body movement to get on top of you. Just seeing him above you that way, only lightened by the moon's light filtering through the window, could get you aroused, longing for him. "Fuck, you just me make want to completely possess you. To own you, body and soul..." his hoarse voice spoke closer and closer to your ear as he lowered himself to place a gentle kiss on your neck. You knew he was holding himself back from biting you. But all that restraint would only make him more rough after.

You wanted him fully, no restrains. So you wrapped your legs around his waist and made a suggestive upward movement of hips. His dark chuckle resonated through you and he placed a firm hand on your hip, pushing them back down onto the mattress. "Bad girl~" you bit your lips. "Yes but I'm your bad girl." He hummed in response, and went silent. He suddenly bit down your neck, your back arched a little and you couldn't hold back a small moan from revealing your lips.

He smirked against your skin, he knew you completely at his mercy, you were his. He hands started to adventure themselves under your pyjama shirt. You were obviously not wearing any bra, which made his breathing go raged. He was only wanting to rip every material off your beautiful body.

He felt your hand go up his naked back, he felt the cold metal of your engagement ring on his skin. He shivered. "What's wrong ?" He would normally not react this way for a simple back rub. "Just the coldness of your ring, guess I'll have to get used to it."
And he was right, for the rest of your existence, you would now have a ring on your finger thanks to him. It reminded him that tonight was a night of love. He leaned in and passionately took possession of your lips. You both hummed in the kiss.

As your fiance's lips meet yours, you feel a sense of bliss and passion that you never want to end. The sensation of their touch, the warmth of their lips on yours, and the rush of emotions that you both feel can't be described in words. You know that this moment is magical, and you never want it to end. You hands go all over his torso when he starts to bite and sick your neck. You can't help the whines and moans leaving you.

He starts to discard your clothes and you feel his boxers slowly going lower and lower. He takes a moment to admire you, also leaving you a moment to think about what is going to happen. You can see in his eyes that he acts for permission. You place your thighs steadily on his hips, nodding softly. And he didn't need anymore to start a passionate sleepless night with you.

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