Damiano David One Shots

Body Love- A Damiano David One Shot

Summary: Damiano's girlfriend cops a lot of negative attention from the groupies at a Maneskin gig one particular night for not being stick thin. Damiano finds out and makes a point of letting everyone know that he loves his voluptuous vixen.

Word Count: 2795

WARNINGS: Unprotected sex, suggestions of drug use, language, just pure smut so be warned ;)

Please remember this is all fiction and an interpretation from my mind.

REQUESTS: OPEN

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Why the fuck did I decide to come tonight?

My mind was crawling with negative thoughts as I wound my way through the crowded venue, dodging drunk pervs and high groupies with every step. I loved my boyfriend, God knows that I did, but I always found it extremely difficult to support him with his music because of the crowds the band drew.

"But you knew this was his life when you met him!" My best friend would always say to which I would always shrug, unsure how to respond, and roll my eyes when she wasn't looking. Yeah, of course I knew this was his life but I never expected in a million years that Damiano would want to be with a girl like me.

I met my boyfriend of six months about a year ago when my previously mentioned best friend Harriet dragged me to a Maneskin show when we were in London. She had been going on about this hot new up and coming Italian rock band that we just HAD to go see before they became too big to play such small shows.

Not really my scene but wanting to step out of my comfort zone for once, I decided to go and well, things have never been the same since.

I bumped into Damiano and Vic after the show when they walked into the same cafe we were getting midnight pancakes and milkshakes at. I still never forget the way his eyes glazed over me making my heart skip a thousand beats just by one simple look. I had seen him on stage, obviously, and knew he was hot, although I never really gave it much more thought than that. But the look on his face, the way his black clothes hung from his slender yet toned body and fuck, the sharpness of that goddamn jawline made me want to crawl into a black hole and never come out because I knew that I could never have him.

But the weirdest thing happened. I did get to have him. He wanted me and he worshipped me and quite honestly, I didn't know how to handle the whole thing. I was so fucking stunned that he chose me over all of those thousands of girls that threw themselves at him night after night.

Me.

I wasn't as thin as these girls, or as blonde. I didn't have a waif like silhouette and I didn't rely on drugs to keep it that way. I had a big ass, size double d (real) breasts and hips that made me hate myself most of the time but I knew they would come in handy when I had kids.

I wasn't overly thrilled with what I saw in the mirror each day.

And it sucked.

But Damiano loved me and I loved him in so many ways.

"Sorry, excuse me," I continued to push my way through the crowd, my hand gripped tight to Harriet's.

"I don't understand why you don't just stand side stage," Harriet yelled in my ear as we found a reasonable spot in the crowd.

"I want to experience it just like everyone else" I replied back to her, "side stage just doesn't do it for me."

I didn't hear what Harriet proceeded to shout into my ear because all I could hear were the girls behind me talking shit.