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Above you, Giulio pants wildly and whines. You already know he’s getting close, but he wouldn’t say that he cared more about you finishing first. It made you smile and tighten your arms around his neck, making him whimper and bury his face into your neck as his hips stutter and buck with little sense of tempo. 

“Y-y/n, you-you feel so good,” he groans, kissing your neck as he presses on. Giulio’s determination was too adorable. 

He happens to brush upon a sweet spot that has you sighing into his neck and clutching him closer to your body if possible. “Right there,” you breathe, raking your nails across his back, making Giulio hiss into your collarbone as he mouths at it. “Right there, baby, d-don’t stop,” you choke as he picks up the pace. “You’re doing such a good job, pretty boy.”

You feel Giulio’s breath hitch and if possible, at the compliment and he goes faster, the bed creaks growing louder along with your moans as he drills into you as if it were his last day on Earth. You feel the stretch of his dick inside you, and you swear you could see a dent on your lower stomach as he pushes himself into you, and stars make their way into your vision. 

His teeth nip your neck and as you feel that hot coil within start to release, you squeal in ecstasy, gripping his hair and crying out for your lover as you cum around his cock, squeezing around him and writhing. Not too long after your release, Giulio follows with a high-pitched moan of your name, burying himself into you as he spills his seed into his condom. 

You feel him wobble above you and collapse, causing you to let out an 'oomph!' as he crushes you beneath him. You were more than happy Giulio started going to the gym and gained some insane muscle from training, but you weren't able to support all of that when it was dead weight on you.

"Giuliooo, you have to get up!" You groan, pushing him off. You feel him laugh into your chest and blow a raspberry, then he lifts himself off and pulls out, making you both whine in protest at the sound of the lewd squelch. 

You breathe heavily, “that was amazing,” you coo, rolling over to snuggle into your fiancé.

Giulio pulls you close and kisses the crown of your head with a tender, loving smile on his plush lips. “I always hope you enjoy yourself when you allow me to pleasure you, my love.”

You giggle at his response. “Oh, stop it, Giuls,” you lean in and smirk, booping his nose, “you’re always welcome inside me,” you purr. 

The bashful smile and the flush that spreads across your lover’s face makes your heart melt. Instead of responding, Giulio buries his face into your hair, you feel him breathing you in and his hand snakes forward to grope your ass as if it were his personal stress ball. 

Such a cute fiancé.

You couldn’t believe it as the word reverberated in your head, fiancé…Giulio wanted to take you as his wife…and you wanted him as your husband.

The day Giulio proposed, it had been the most romantic night of your life, so much that you worry your wedding couldn’t top it…and Italian weddings were notoriously all that and more. The proposal was hinted at here and there by Giulio and even his friends, but nonetheless, it was still a surprise. One night, Giulio wanted to go out for a drive, yet was strangely dressed up and encouraged you to slip into something nice. To your surprise, he pulls up to a restaurant so large it made your neck sore from looking up for too long. The bright lights from the bustling building illuminated the outside of the pearly white establishment and the entire place simply radiated. 

When you made an attempt to protest, Giulio was assertive to your surprise and shuts you down, tugging you inside once he parked the car and made sure you were socially comfortable before entering. Inside, Giulio had a private room where the two of you were waited on by sharply dressed waiters and ate like a king and queen. The night included fine entertainment and some of the most delicious desserts you’ve sunk your teeth into and then, the biggest surprise of all. 

You had looked away from your cake and nearly choked on it when you saw Guilio down on one knee with a black velvet box in hand opened up to reveal a dazzling diamond ring with little onyx and sapphire details. You were speechless as tears began to well up in your eyes and you had to cover your mouth with your hands.

“Y/n…” he’d begun, looking up at you earnestly, “it isn’t possible to describe the impact you’ve had on me and how much you mean to me, not all of the languages in the world could even begin to help me get that point across to you, so I can only hope what I say tonight will help me tonight. 

“Throughout the time we’ve spent together, I’ve realized I don't think I’m capable of even thinking of, let alone, look at another woman that isn’t you. I’ve come to the conclusion that not only do you allow me to be the best version of myself, but you also inspire me immensely, and I only pray I am able to give to you as much as you have given to me. The fact that you’ve made space within your heart is more than what I can ask for. I want to make it a lifelong commitment, I can’t imagine going on for the rest of my life and not having you by my side. I hope you’ll give me the honor of becoming my wife until the end of time and thereafter.”

By the time Guilio finishes his speech, you’re ugly crying into your hands from how sweet his words are, it made you feel as if you’d adopted a puppy that had been abused since it came into the world. At your crying, Guilio looks worried and goes to close the box, a disheartened look now evident upon his pale features. 

“Y/n…I’m sorry,” he whispers, “I just thought it was right in my heart.”

“It is right!” you cry, snatching a napkin from the table and wiping your tears along with some makeup that got smudged in the process of your meltdown. “You said all the right things,” you sniffle, “it was beautiful, a work of art within itself.”

Guilio smiles hopefully, the light bouncing off his spectacles. “So…is that a yes, sweetheart?”

You throw yourself into him, knocking him off his knees and making him drop the velvet box, engulfing him in a tight hug. 

"Yes, I do, Giulio," you say softly. 

As you two shower after your heated sex session, something dawns on you will Guilio washes your hair. 

"Hon?"

Guilio doesn't pause. "Yes, my dear?"

"I don't think I've met your parents," you blurt. Oddly enough, the thought of meeting his parents hadn't been on your mind, even after the proposal. 

Wouldn't they be curious as to who their son is marrying?

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Giulio froze as he washed your hair and you look up at him with a pout and a worry at your lip: “What’s wrong? Don’t you want to meet your family?”

Above you, your fiancé bites his lip and persistently avoids eye contact with you even as you try to look him in the eye. Something was up. There was something he was hiding behind his back. The thought causes a nary feeling to simmer in your chest. Was he ashamed of you?

When Giulio still doesn’t say anything, you sigh, your shoulders and back slouching from the weight of the question you asked yourself. It didn’t make sense! If he was so ashamed of his union with you, why would he tell his friends and make posts on his social media about it? It didn’t add up.

Wet hands closing around both sides of your arms bring you back from the depths of your mind, causing you to flinch.

Giulio is looking at you now, his eyes full of grief. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” he finally says, with a voice so soft, you’d think he was a dove.
You shake your head. You want to understand, but that disappointment brewing within your mind was making it difficult to be empathic and compassionate towards him.

You kept trying to dissect the situation, he treats you extremely well, spoils you rotten, and had no problem showing you off, yet, when it came to his family…he seems to close up like a clam.

“Why?” You eventually ask him. You want to pull away as he pulls you closer for a tender embrace, but your body protests. His skin smelt as good as the day you fell in love with him.

“I—,” he hesitates.

You pull your head back, now forcing him to look at you. You can tell he’s trying to hold it together and trying to be strong, but you don’t miss how Giulio’s lip quivers either. “Talk to me, please.”

Giulio grumbles a bit, seemingly unable to let his truth be known. You’d seen him scared many times, but this felt like something far out of the ballpark. “Let’s finish cleaning up first. I’d like to be sitting for this conversation,” he blurts out. Giulio turns to grab a washcloth and soap before vigorously scrubbing his skin like it had been contaminated with something foul and it needed to be vanquished.

You suppose that’s one way to do it. That and his skin would remain soft too, something you’d always liked about him.

When you both finished, his pale skin now glows a bright red from how hard he scrubbed.

Giulio took his sweet time once exiting the shower with you too, no matter if he was picking out his clothes, brushing his teeth, or taking care of his hair.

You stand to his side and raise a brow at him, making Giulio hesitantly look over from what he was doing.

He gulps. “Almost done,” he promises.

You roll your eyes. “I’ll believe it when I see it. We could’ve had this discussion already! I don’t understand why you’re holding back now. Are you really that ashamed of me that you need to hide me from your family?!” You say, letting your insecurities do the talking. There was mostly truth to what you said, but the longer he went on trying to avoid the conversation, the more anxious you became.

He whips his head to look at you with wide grey eyes and a concerned expression. Giulio puts whatever he’d been holding down and reaches for you, but you don’t let him embrace you as he did in the shower. Instead, you step back, curling your hands into fists and staring up at him with an air of defiance.

“You need to start talking,” you demand.

“I know,” he agrees, ducking his head in shame. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I really am. I see now how much this has hurt you.” He takes a breath. “But I need you to know that I’m not ashamed of you. Or of us. Not for a second.”

He hesitates, lip quivering again. “The truth is… things with my family aren’t great. When they found out what I did for a living, they lost it. My mom was horrified. My dad? Disappointed. Utterly ashamed. My brother just stood there, didn’t say a word while they tore into me.”

His jaw tightens at the thought. “I felt betrayed. I didn’t think I was doing anything wrong. Yeah, maybe my work was a little unconventional but I wasn’t hurting anyone!  And they just… shut me out.”

You feel your heart and face soften at Giulio’s confession. While it hadn’t been right that he avoided the conversation, you can almost argue why he did. It wasn’t you, it never had been. He was ashamed of himself.

He continues, his long, slender hands finding a loose thread from his shirt to wring. “They kept pushing me to get married, move out—live some picture-perfect life I didn’t want. But all I wanted was to come home from work, eat, and write until I passed out. That was it. I helped with bills as much as I could, just to get them off my back, but still they insisted. Naturally, things worsened when my little brother came home and told my parents he proposed to his girlfriend.”

You nod in understanding. “And they wondered why you weren’t doing what he did,” you insert.

Giulio inhales deeply, trying to keep the tremor out of his voice. “I just…I hadn’t been ready, Y/N. I wasn’t interested at the time, that’s all. They compared me to Baizhu constantly until I finally had enough one day and announced I was leaving them. You can imagine how well that conversation went, especially after I’d told them I was leaving the country.”

You stare at him in disbelief. He’d left everything behind because of these people. It all made sense.

Feeling your harsh gaze, Giulio continues to speak. “I needed a new beginning,” he shrugs.”I promise this never had anything to do with you. You’re one of the best things that have ever happened to me, and you mean the world to me—,”

Before he could continue, you throw your arms around him and hug him close to you, then seal his lips with yours in a heated kiss. Giulio is quick to support you and kiss you back earnestly, moaning softly into you.

When you pull away, his lips chase yours, but your finger stops him, giggling at his attempts. “You’re cute.”

Giulio pouts. “Yeah and I want my wife, so don’t pull away.”

“You’re not out of the gutter yet, mister,” you chuckle, booping his nose.

He tilts his head, scrunching his nose up so that his frames ride up his face. Then his face darkens. “I promise I’m not keeping you a secret. They don’t deserve you and they wont take away another thing that brought joy to my life. I won’t allow it,” he says, his grip on you tightening to the point where you wouldn’t be able to pull away, even if you wanted to.

You sigh, placing your hands on his shoulders and leaning your forehead against his. “I won’t push you, but I would encourage you to maybe consider telling your family. That’s all. I don’t want you to be afraid, my love.”

Giulio allows himself to lean into you, relaxing a bit, but his grip was still ever strong. “I’ll consider it,” he mutters reluctantly. Then he presses a searing kiss to your cheek bone and then your temple. “Let’s go to bed now. We both have work tomorrow.” Before you could open your mouth to protest, he lets you down and pushes you to your shared bed where you allow him to spoon you once you both settle down.

It was hard to let yourself fall asleep even once you felt your fiancé fall into a peaceful slumber, wrapped around you like you were a life line. How could you follow suit when you have so many questions on your mind? You wonder what his family is like, how he must’ve felt beneath their scrutiny. Despite your curiosity, you understood, it all made sense now as to why Giulio never spoke of his family. You can’t help how your heart aches for his reasoning.

It was then you decided, it the dead of the night with your lover curled around you, that you would do whatever you could to support him to the fullest.

The next morning, you woke up before Giulio did. He had a meeting with a publishing house about his newest book he was hoping to release and he had been a nervous wreck all week leading up to today. Although he’s had meeting like this before, this publishing house was notorious for their rigorous standards, ratings, and harsh critique towards authors. Giulio had made a name for himself, but if he got published with this company, it would grant him prestige and increase his reputation as an author, in addition to his work being highly marketed. It would promise a steady stream of income for the both of them.

You step into the kitchen and turn the low lights on, thinking about what you could possibly make him for lunch. You love to cook, and your love for cooking only grew as you two became closer, considering Giulio had quite the appetite; a complete 180 from the man you met at the convention who played with his bowl of cereal and shrugged it off. Present day, you laugh at the memory. It seems you both had changed for the better since becoming a couple.

You were working as a data analyst, it was an alright job, it paid the bills, and put your degree to good use. Life seemed mundane though. You had your job, you had your errands, and then you had your home. You got to hang out with your friends on the weekends, but that was what? Two days out of the seven day week? It was a bland lifestyle, you’d worked so hard for what?

You press your lips together as you wash some rice to put it on the stove to cook. You’d gotten into erotica through late night web surfing, you were bored, and you wanted love that seemed out of reach for someone as boring as you. It brought your wildest dreams to life even if it was fictional and temporary.

It was how you eventually came across Giulio’s—or Pantalone’s work, and it drew you in quickly. He stuck out from the content you consumed prior, there was life, there was passion, and most of all, it seemed like he wrote true romance through the midst of the naughty content within his books. By Gods did it ignite something within you. And so, when you went to that convention with your friend and had the chance to meet him face to face, it was hard to pass up.

You smile to yourself as you season some chicken that cooks in another pan. Looking back, it was probably the best thing you could’ve done, even if you were unsure at the time. Now you’d been promoted to a higher position with the company you work for, you took care of yourself, and had a delightful partner to spend your nights with, someone to adult with. Giulio seemed to bring a little spark into everything.

About ten minutes later, you finish plating and packing a well made lunch box for your lover, your smile growing bigger the closer you got to completing it, utensils and all.

As you go to include some napkins in the bag, you feel strong arms wrap around you, pulling you close to a well muscled body where you’re lovingly squeezed.
“
Giulio!” You cry out in surprise.

He hums into your neck, his voice thick with sleep as he pressed his face to the skin of your neck, making your heart hammer against your chest. To this day, Giulio still made butterflies flutter in your stomach and your heart sing. “You weren’t in bed this morning,” he grumbles, his accent was heavier in the mornings.

You swallow a laugh you felt bubbling in your chest and turn to face him, forcing Giulio to pick up his head to look at you. He hadn’t even put his glasses on yet. “Go back to sleep,” you usher him. “You still don’t need to be up until seven.”

“The bed is cold and you’re so warm,” he rasps, pulling you close again. “Come with me, come back to bed.”

Although tempting, you still need to clean up the kitchen from your early morning cleaning. You wonder how he slept before you came into the picture. This was far from the first time you’ve woken up early and had your lover eventually come find you to coax you back into bed with him, whining and pawing at you until you caved. Now he’d just pick you up like a doll and bring you under the covers. By the way he currently has his arms around you, it seems like Giulio was close to pulling that stunt again.

You place your hands on his shoulders and kiss his soft lips, letting yourself linger there before pulling away. “I need to start getting ready for work. Remember I told you we switched offices? The drive is a bit farther now, so it’s best I’m up early.”

Without his glasses, Giulio has to squint as he takes you in and processes your words. It’s hard to make out what he’s thinking. “You need to eat,” he suddenly says. Then he looks behind you and furrows his dark brows at the lunch box on the table. “I knew I smelt something cooking when I woke up. I wish you would’ve look in the fridge, I made you lunch the night before.”

You grin. “And I made you a lunch this morning. You always do it for me, so I thought it would be a nice change,” you tell him.

His mouth parts a bit and you kiss the corner of it. “Y-you didn’t have to—,”

“But I wanted to,” you cut him off, using your hand to bring his attention back to you. “We help each other, right?”

Giulio nods, still in his trance, his mind still processing what you’d done for him. Without warning, he pulls you in for a heated kiss, tongue and all.

It’s impossible to not get lost in his touch, his kiss, his everything. Before long, you feel his cock straining in his shorts to poke your stomach, causing you both to groan press closer at the feeling. Your hand comes down to stroke him lightly, a teasing touch that gets Giulio worked up and panting quickly.

“F-fuck,” he moans, pressing himself into your hot touch. “Feels so good.”

You hum, pressing a kiss to his cheek and then to his lips, to which he eagerly reciprocates. He practically begs for your touch, yet he did so without words. It was all in the way he kissed, in the sounds he made, his body spoke for him, as did yours. You feel yourself become wet when his lips trail down to your neck to lick and bite at the skin there, paired with his hands that wander all over your body, squeezing your soft breasts, your hips, your thighs, your ass. He knew it was his, and you know he’s yours.

Before you can register what’s happening, you feel your back hit the cold surface of the wall and your shirt hiked over your head. You watch as Giulio throws it to the floor and his eyes land on your bra, a certain hunger evident in his iris.

“You want this off?” You tug at the band.

Giulio licks his lips, nodding slowly. You can feel how his hands tremble in anticipation.

“Take it off then,” you whisper in his ear.

That was all he needed to hear before Giulio practically tore off the bra, exposing your perky tits to the cold air, and threw it to the floor to join your shirt. His mouth is on your shoulder first, making you quiver as his hands continue to grope your body. “So pretty,” you hear him whisper against your skin. “You’re gonna be good for me, won’t you, bitch?”

You nod frantically, unable to control yourself as you felt the temperature rise in your body and in the air around the two of you. “Please, please fuck me, fuck me hard,” you whimper. “I’ll be good, I-I promi—,”

Whatever you were saying was lost to you as Giulio’s mouth moved from the hickey he had been sucking into your shoulder and to your tits where he massaged them and eventually look one into is mouth, sucking and letting his teeth scrape across the sensitive skin there. You have to hold back a cry when he began to suck harder and uses his free hand to continue massaging the tit that wasn’t in his mouth.

Your head falls back against the wall and your mouth opens to pant as pleasure surges through you. This man is relentless when it came to sex, growing ever more confident each time he fell into bed with you. But doing it against the wall as a new thing. Not that you’re complaining though. How could you even think to complain when his fat cock was stretching your insides out and balls deep?

“You’re mine,” Giulio growls when he pulls his head back. A satisfying ‘pop’ was made as he did so, now turning his attention to your other tit. You feel your pussy creating more slick and it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep yourself quiet. Giulio was having none of it as it looks up while he sucks. Without warning, Giulio bites down and causes you to help from the mixture of pleasure and pain. “You think you’re gonna be quiet?” He demands.

You shake your head, eyes wide. “B-but the neighbors!”

The look he gives you has your pussy throbbing. “Fuck them. Why would I worry about anything when I have you in front of me?” As he goes in for a kiss that leaves you breathless, his hands work fast to remove what little clothes you have left and let them join the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

Something occurs to you though when your brain registers you’re both still upright, and you’re only still standing because Giulio is holding you there. “Should’t we go to bed?”

He smiles slowly. Your eyebrows raise when he shakes his head. “You’re not going anywhere, honey. Nice try though.” His hands find your bare hips and guide them so that his thigh is rocking against all of the right places, places that have you squirming and biting your lip.

“C’mon baby, don’t be shy around me. Scream for me, won’t you?”

That was all the coaxing you needed, that and his fingers poking and prodding at your entrance. Giulio spoke with a voice full of honey, yet he cruelly teased your soaking clit as if his own cock wasn’t straining against his boxers.

Upon noticing, your muster the last bit of sense to reach down and start sliding his waistband down his lean hips.

Giulio’s eyes follow your hand. “You want me?” He coos as his hand palms your poor pussy.

Amidst your panting, a moan finally rips from your throat when he shoves his boxers down his hips and to the floor where he kicks them to the side, revealing his hard, aching dick that stood at attention for you. After almost two years of being together, the sight of it still made you blush like a teenager.

But Giulio had never been one to rush, and you had always wondered if that was due to the Italian within him. Sex was not exempt from his lack of urgency. Instead, Giulio presses you firmly against the wall so that he could angle you in a way that allows one finger to slide into your swollen cunt, resulting in a series of swears and praises to leave your lips. Then came the second once you adjusted, and then the third, all while he sang sugary praises in your ear. By the fourth, you were nearly clawing the skin off his bicep, aching for him bury his fat cock inside you where it belongs. One look down at the beading precum on the tip was enough to send you into a frenzy. “Please, please, please put it in, please, I’ll be good, I promise, I promise I’ll do anything, just fuck me!” You beg, rolling your hips into his hand.

Giulio chuckles darkly and kisses the side of your face. “Look at how well you take my fingers, my love, you think you’re ready for my cock too? I suppose you did ask nicely…” he trails off, pretending to thoughtful.

“Giulio!” You cry out, your frustration grows by the minute.

“My name sounds so perfect when you say it, you say it like a whore.” He reaches down to give his dick a few strokes before looking back at you. “Good whores get rewards.” And Giulio was a man of his word. He delivered what was promised.

The tip teases the entrance of your dripping cunt and you start to writhe against his chest where he pressed against you, slowly letting his cock sink in. “M-more,” you practically drool. Tears had begun to bead at the corner of your ears from how eager you were for him.

Giulio only leans in to kiss them away. “Easy now, baby, you’ll get it. Patience is a virtue.”

Fuck virtues, fuck patience, fuck it all.

Ignoring what he said, you start to move your hips towards him, relishing the fullness that enters you, and savoring the stretch of his cock. It felt so good, even when it started to ache as he got thicker and the thought of Giulio splitting you into two had you chasing the euphoric feeling. “There you are, baby, see that? Look at how perfectly I fit inside you. You take me so well, like the good girl you are.” Filthy squelches, moans, and pants fill the room and they never ceased even when Giulio was fully sheathed inside. Though, you squeak when his hand comes to your clit to apply pressure. The sensation had you nearly cumming on the spot.

“You’re a good girl aren’t you?”

Your brain can hardly process his words between having him balls deep in your pussy and his fingers toying with your sensitive clit. The world seemed to spin.

Giulio tuts and pulls his fingers away. The sudden absence of his hand has you whining and begging for him once more, but he only shakes his head. “I asked you a question, whore. It’s in your best interest to answer when spoken to.”

You pout and try rolling your hips so that he was somehow deeper inside, but he stops you. “Answer me,” he demands.

“Mnnghh…”

“So cock drunk for me,” Giulio murmurs into your hair. He suddenly pulls out and rams himself back into your aching cunt, causing you to sob from the pleasure. His pace was agonizing in the best way possible, driving his cock in and out of you like you were nothing more than a toy for him to relieve himself in. You’re nothing more than a cum dumpster for this man, and Giulio made damn well sure you knew that. “Such a greedy whore too, so brainless, so stupid.” His cock finds purchase in your sweet spot and it has you near howling his name in pleasure.

Giulio cums first, thick, hot, and heavy ropes of cum fill you to the brim, and still he kept fucking himself into you, riding out his intense orgasm until you followed shortly. He bit down into your shoulder, leaving another hickey to match the other side, and groans all sorts of obscenities into your ear as you cum on his cock.

When he starts to pull out, you growl and weakly lift one of your legs to stop Giulio from moving.

Laughter rumbles in his chest. “So eager for another round, are you?” You could feel his cock hardening against your thigh already.