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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?