Fireflies {DAMIANO DAVID FANFICTION}

SIXTEEN

**a/n: literally just smut oops**

I sit alongside managers and marketing professionals who all seem just a little bit annoyed with my presence, hardly looking up from their phones to even catch my name. In front of us, a camera that likely costs more than a month's rent is fixated on Måneskin. It's currently zoomed in on Vic's face as she licks her teeth, answering a question that the redhead Brit of an interviewer had just asked. 

I have redirected Damiano's attention several times, but it seems pointless. He is devouring me with his eyes. He's not at all focused; Ethan nudging him every time he has to answer a question, only for Damiano to ask the interviewer to repeat herself. His eyes run from the softness of my face down to the curve of my breasts and to my thighs, which are just visible enough with the white pencil skirt I'm wearing. When I tugged it on in the hotel room this morning, Damiano groaned wrapping me in his arms as he whispered the words "You live to torture me, bambina." in my ear.

While 'torturing' Damiano surely wasn't my intention when I put the skirt on, I've made it my purpose throughout this interview. I make sure I bend over in front of him any time something needs to be put up, sit in a certain way where he can see directly up my skirt, get a little too handsy with Vic or with Thomas. Just enough to get him riled up. 

And it surely has.

I lick my lips as Damiano rolls his eyes, huffing out a response to the interviewer's question. Ethan slaps his forearm lightly and chastizes him to be kind, but his eyes never move from my body. I'm touching thighs with a male production assistant and one of Måneskin's managers. And I am sure it is driving him insane. My bare skin pressed up against the body of two other men. I can only imagine what it is doing to his head. 

I truly don't know what has gotten into me today. I'm usually not like this. Damiano and I haven't had sex since the night our baby girl was conceived and it seems as though all that pent-up sexual tension is coming forth now. 

Usually, when it comes to sex, I'm the kind to just go with the flow. I'll let the other person take the lead and sheepishly bat my eyes at them until the next thing I know I'm half-naked in their arms. While Damiano was the one to take my virginity, he wasn't anywhere close to my first sexual encounter. The character coming forth today is unusual. I don't know her, but I wish to. 

When the interview finally ends, I can hardly blink before Damiano is in front of me, grabbing hold of my arm and tugging me up. "You look so fucking beautiful." He mutters in my ear with his body pressed up against mine. I drag my fingers down his back as he sighs in my ear. "Let's go." 

He tugs me away from where we were just standing. Victoria is calling after us, but he doesn't seem to hear her. In the hallway, his eyes scan around wildly. He pushes the door to a bathroom open, shoving me inside and locking it behind us. 

"Not here," I swallow as he stares me down. 

"Absolutely here." Damiano places his hands on my hips, dragging me forward until I can feel his semi-hard cock against my thigh. "Cara, I can't stand another moment of not having you."

I press my lips firmly against Damiano's as his fingertips dig into my skin. He groans, pulling me impossibly closer to him as one of his hands snakes up my shirt. He drags his fingertips over the skin of my stomach when a hard kick is delivered into his hand. "Ah, shit." he laughs, breaking away from my lips. "You're not in pain or anything, right?"

"I'm fine, Damiano." I insist. "Please,"

He cracks a smile as he feels another kick. "Sorry you have to be awake for this, little one," he says before sticking his head in the crook of my neck, placing messy kisses to the skin, and sucking tiny love bites into my shoulder. He reaches around, unhooking my bra with one hand; which is impressive, considering I can't even do that myself. The garment falls to the floor and Damiano pulls away, seemingly satisfied with his work.