Damiano x Reader

Jealousy

SMUT! BE WARNED!

We were currently in Germany walking around the city of Berlin a night before our concert joking around, singing on the streets and exploring the sights. 

"I'm beggin' you, beggin' you..." Damiano sang with Thomas following him on his guitar that he practically went nowhere without. Me and Vic were dancing on the road until the boys pulled us to the side walk when the car was passing. We both stuck our tongues out laughing hysterically.

"Hallo, wunderschöne dame" a guy came up to me with a big smile on his face placing his hand out so I shook it although I had no idea what the hell he just said to me. 

"I'm sorry but I don't speak German" I said and he chuckled which made me blush a little at the uncomfortable situation. 

"We can talk like this then" he said and I internally thanked god that he speaks English. 

"I said 'hello beautiful lady' and I was wondering would you mind taking a photo with me. I love your guy's music so much but your singer is the most captivating" he said and everyone seemed to relax since he was the fan and not some weirdo who walked up to us.

"Thank you" Damiano said standing next to me being quite intimidating towards the much shorter and scorner guy. Others chuckled quietly at Dami's comment. We all knew that  I was the singer he talked about.

"Ok. Let's take the picture!" I said forcing a  smile looking back at the others who nodded their heads. Why did Dami have to make this so freaking awkward!? 

"Yeah, let's do it!" Vic added but my eyes rested on Damiano who didn't seem happy at all that I agreed to take a picture with him. I swear that in the photo Damiano wasn't even looking at the camera but at the guys arm that was placed around my shoulder. 

"Thank you so much! It's been my pleasure to meet you all but especially you Y/N. Believe me when I say, it's a dream come true" he said and I smiled but before I could say anything Damiano stepped forward again interrupting our conversation.

"Well, you can keep dreaming. Let's get going guys" he said and we were all shocked by how rude Damiano was acting so we  apologized to the poor guy before walking away. Others stayed behind as I caught up with Damiano determined to tell him that he was being a dick back there.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" I asked sounding a bit more harsh than I intended but fuck it he really pissed me off.

"Nothing. I'm hungry. Let's just get food" Damiano answered taking my hand in his but I pulled it away. 

"Why were you so rude to the fan? He just wanted a photo." I asked seeing his famous sarcastic smirk appear. 

"He just wanted a photo with you. And much more than a photo if the rest of us weren't there" he said and I felt furious at the fact that he gets to act like this when a guy compliments me for once and I have to stay quiet and ignore millions of girls drooling over him.

"Fuck you! You are a dick!" I say walking back to the rest of them who all gave Damiano a disapproving look but he just signed taking out a cigar. 

We didn't speak a word to each other at the restaurant and once we finally came back to the room we shared he broke the silence. 

"How would you feel if the roles were reversed?" he said sitting on the bed while I was taking my makeup off. 

"You mean like every single concert we do!? Or all the times girls would throw themselves on you and beg you to 'rail them' like you don't have a girlfriend!? Yeah, trust me I know what if feels like when roles are reversed! It's you who doesn't!" I hiss coming from the bathroom sitting on the sofa across from bed.

"You serious? What about that one time a guy grabbed your ass right in front of me!? Or the time a fan asked you to sign his chest?" he said and you rolled your eyes knowing that this fight is going to be never ending.

"We both know that happened while I was on stage and it wasn't something I could control! But, whatever I am always the guilty one right!?" I said taking my robe of standing there in my night dress that I knew made him mind spin but he played it off cool.

"I have to say, seeing you jealous gives a girl all kinds of nasty ideas..." I say walking seductively towards him staining in between his long legs. He looked up at me hesitantly putting his hands on my waist pulling me to sit on his lap.

"Is that so? Does my babygirl feels naughty tonight?" he said his voice dropping which he knew was my kryptonite. I nodded my head biting my bottom lip seeing a smirk appear on his face.

"I need my master, sir" I say in a sweet voice looking at him with a little pout on my face knowing that was his kryptonite and something that gets him goin in a second the words come out of my mouth. 

"Of course, you do. No matter how tough you pretend to be, all you need is for your master to tame you, isn't babygirl?" he growls into my neck and I moan his name blushing and nodding my head feeling him leave bite marks on my skin that make my mind go blank.

He flips us hovering above me taking my clothes off quickly before starting to kiss down my chest to my stomach kissing each pupil bone before looking up waiting for the golden word.

"Please..."I moan and he smirks pulling down my panties reveling how wet and bothered I was only for him. Feeling him eat me out felt like explosion of pleasure I don't even have words to explain. Nothing else mattered: the fight, the anger, the frustration. Everything just became forgotten and the only thing we can both focus on is each other.

Just when I was about reach my high he moved up kissing my lips letting me taste myself on his lips which only made me want more of him but knowing him he is going to tease me for the rest of the night. Not that I am complaining ;)

"Not so fast, piccola. You thought you can sneak an orgasm from me? You know I know this body way too well to let that slide?" he speaks in his low dominant tone making every inch of my skin ache for his touch.

"I'm sorry, master..." I say and he kisses my lips passionately pulling his clothes off before resting comfortably between my things looking me with such love and admiration I instantly relaxed into his touch.

"I need to hear it, mi bella bambina" he said into my ear and I swear I melted into his words and the way his eyes met mine in a perfect sync. 

"I'm yours, master.." I whisper my cheeks reddening after seeing his smirk and he entered me kissing my lips passionately silencing my moans. 

Being with him always felt like art. He was so precise with every touch and knew just the right way to make pleasure and pain go well together. Despite the cold exterior and many assumptions about him being cold and detached, it's the farthest thing from truth. I have never met someone with so much cramped up emotion that just begs to be released. 

"What are you thinking about, amore" he said playing with y hear and I looked up at him smiling 

"Just how stupid we both are sometimes..." I say and he nods chuckling and kissing my head 

"We are, because we care for each other but I am sorry I reacted so immature" he said and I smiled looking up and pecking his lips before laying back on his chest enjoying his even heartbeat.

"It's ok. I don't mind you getting jealous every once in awhile" I say teasingly and he chuckled kissing my head again before pulling me to snuggle closer to him so we can get some well deserved rest.