damon albarn one shots

after the show*

contains smut. dilf damo. age gap of about 20 years. set sorta like 2018/19 era. enjoy..

'look i don't wanna be here either, alright? can we just get this over with?' i huffed, outstretching my hands in frustration as i perched on the arm rest of the tacky sofa in the dressing room.

'who said i don't wanna be here?' damon butted in, a slightly hurt expression on his face following a swig from his beer.

'nobody asked you, damon' i retorted, sending him eyes of annoyance. i didn't necessarily mean to come off as patronising, i was just frustrated by the whole situation.

'well alright love there's no need to be so rude about it' he scrunched his face. 'look' he started to walk over, lowering himself onto the sofa beside me. 'i know you're stressed but i promise you'll be okay. it's gona be 2 hours and then it's all over. you'll enjoy it eventually' he attempted to calm my nerves.

'easier said than done when you've only ever played in front of a crowd of 40 people and then suddenly you're asked an hour in advance to stand in for a bassist of the worlds biggest cartoon band because they missed their flight. in front of 60 thousand people.' i ranted. 'id say that's a pretty good reason to be moderately anxious' i glanced down at him.

'i know but we don't really have a choice'

'yeh well can we just go now?' i nervously checked my phone to see the time, not actually acknowledging what i read before slipping it back into my pocket, only to pull it out again.

'just...calm' he placed his hand on my thigh and looked up at me with a reassuring smile. 'hold on' he lifted a finger from my thigh, gesturing for me to wait as he dashed off to the mini fridge.

'have this. helps with anxiety. trust me' he looked down at me, handing me a dewy bottle of beer between his thick fingers.

'yeah i'm not stupid, damon, i know alcohol is a confidence booster' i snatched the bottle from his hand, avoiding eye contact before swiftly pulling the cap off between my teeth and taking a long swig.

'you better watch that' he laughed incredulously.

'hmm' i hummed, turning my body so my feet were rested on the seat beside me in an attempt to ignore his intense glare.

'on in 5 guys' the tour manager peered round the dressing room door before departing just as quick as he arrived.

i bowed my head and sighed deeply. 'fuck it' i downed the remainder of my beer.

'you'll be fine' damon nudged my leg playfully before perusing his lax swagger-walk towards the door, one hand in his pocket. 'come on' he ushered, gesturing his head for me to follow as he held the door open.

i apprehensively got up from the sofa, slapped my face a couple of times and headed towards the door.

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'fukin hell y/n. i thought you were meant to be shit' damon commented in disbelief as he opened the fridge for another beer.

i stood in the door way, still trying to comprehend what had just happened as i threw my jacket onto the sofa. utterly dumbfounded.

'that was the best experience of my life' i said outrightly, mouth agape and eyes as wide as a raccoon's.

damon scoffed, turning around to face me before holding a beer in front of my eye line.

dissolving from my trance, i acknowledged the beer in front of me before desperately rushing over to it, clutching it firmly and placing the cap between my teeth.

'woah woah woah' damon closed the gap between us, prying the bottle from between my lips. he was suddenly so close that i could smell his modest aftershave of sweet sandalwood mixed with the scent of fresh sweat. there was something about the way his long fingers grasped the bottle, the way i could see the kindness in his eyes and the way his mouth was slightly ajar, exposing his bottom layer of crooked teeth that was just very easy on the eyes. 'please don't. it cringes me' he stuttered out, sensing the unanticipated venereal atmosphere among us.