𝑰𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑺 - måneskin

damiano david

"Damiano is taking you on a date"

(your name is Chiara)

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I'm sitting behind my boyfriend, laying my head down on his back. Damiano drives his scooter, towards the beach. My arms are wrapped around Damiano his waist, and the wind is brushing through my long red hair. I close my eyes, listening to all the cars around us, and Damiano humming the song 'VENT'ANNI'. "Chia, we arrived", the scooter stops, and I look over the beach. It's beautiful, and the whole sky is blue.

The bags I kept in my hands, Damiano takes them over and I get off the scooter. I'm wearing a lace dress with my red bikini under it, and Damiano only wears a shirt above his swimming trunks. "You coming", his hand wrap themselves around my hand, when I placed a soft kiss on his cheek. The band just came back from tour, and Damiano decided that it was 'us' time today.

The beach was filled with people, who looked at us. Luckily they didn't asked for pictures, because it would ruin my day if my boyfriend only needed to take pictures. In a straight line Damiano led me to the edge of the beach, where not so many people were. I spread the towels over the beach and Damiano lights himself a cigarette, laying down on the towel. My head lays on his stomach, and my hair covered his chest.

I stare at my phone, making a spon post for my instagram account, since I am an influencer. "Put your phone away, bellissima". Warm hand were touching my stomach, gives me chills. The light purple phone disappeared in my bag, and I grabbed the sun cream out of the bag. "Let me cream your back, I don't want you to get sun burned", Damiano turned around and I sat down on his butt, creaming his back with the sun cream.

After he creamed my back with the sun cream and kissed my cheeks and shoulders for ten minutes, to let the sun cream dry. My legs move, and I get up, running towards the sea. Before I can run into the cold water, I feel hands on my hips. The singer grabs them, pressing my against his body, "don't run too fast, Chiara", his raw voice whispers in my ear. Arms, covered in tattoos lift me up, and like a princess Damiano carries me into the cold water.

I make my way out of his grip, hiding my head under the ice cold water of the Italian sea. Until I didn't felt ground under me, I swam, after from Damiano, hoping he is going to catch me. He looked at me, eye fucking me. "I can't swim, what if I drown". I lied and he knew, I'm a great swimmer, but I pretend I drown. After less than six second Damiano lifts me, since he could stand here. He wiped the hair in front of my eyes away.

Under the water he uncloses my bikini top, pressing my body harder on his own. "Dami no! We are not alone her". His arms were holding me, so with both hand I was able to close my top. "Bad boy", I say, placing a small kiss on his nose. The brown eyes from my boyfriend were staring in my blue eyes, for minutes long. I cupped in his cheeks, "cutie pie". He started to blush, "bellissima". I wrapped both my legs a little tighter around him, looking around me. There are barely people here, and the ones who are don't pay attention to us.

I returned my face to his, brushing my lips against his, softly. The taste of beer mixed with cigarette came on my lips, and I pressed them on his. My wet hair hang over my shoulder, while our small kissed turn into a make out session, with high tensions. "Bellissima, we are not alone remember", he refused all my next kissed and walked out of the water with me in his arms.

I dried up, together in a towel with Damiano. "This day is already perfect for me", I whisper against his chest, laying on it. "Sei perfetta per me", his deep Italian voice was like music to my ears. Out of the bags appeared two trays, filled with pasta and salad, "let's have diner here, bellissima". He opened the trays and a bottle of wine, while I looked at my handsome cook, biting on my lips.

This evening is perfect, and so was this day. Damiano feeds me little pieces of the pasta, while we look at the sunset shining on the water. I shiver for the third time this minute, after which Damiano his hand disappeard in the bag, pulling out his hoodie, helping get in it.

For hours, and hours we are here. Seeing all the other people leave. I'm getting tired so I lean against Damiano, who is pressing kisses in my hair and on my forehead. "Chiara, I love you, and once I'll make you my wife, I promise", I chuckle. "Now you promised, and you can't break them", my lips kissed his cheeks, and his arms wrapped closer around me. "I won't, never".  

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MOM! I want a Damiano right now