i wanna touch your body (ao3)
pairing: damiano x reader
words: 4.8k
friends with benefits/secretly hooking up
tags: @oro-e-diamanti @vampirtet @grzybowysyn @soundsof-thunder @sinestezijaa @damianodavide @michellemustdie
Walking out of the ladies’ room at the restaurant, a strong hand grabs onto your arm, pulling you into the corner. Your foot bumps into his and you lose your balance, chests crashing into each other.
„Damiano!” You yell in a whisper, pushing him back against the wall. He places his hands on your hips to pull you closer, his eyes focused on your lips. „We could get caught!”
„Isn’t that what makes this exciting?” Your gaze follows the movement of his tongue as he slowly drags it across his bottom lip, his eyes are dark, pupils blown. You take the collar of his dress shirt between your fingers to straighten it then you undo the top button.
„Yeah but this is so new, I don’t want them to find out so soon.” You play with the shirt, squeezing his shoulders before leaving your hands to rest on his chest.
„It’s just so hard to hold myself back when..” he looks you up and down, dragging a finger from your lips to your neck, getting caught in your top when he gets to your breasts, pulling it down to reveal more of your skin. „When you look like that.”
Your eyes drop shut, „Damiano..” a sigh leaves your mouth in a soft moan.
You can hear the slight smirk in his voice when he pleads, „Kiss me.”
He puts a hand on the back of your neck and while you keep your eyes closed, you lean in and he meets your lips half way. The kiss is slow and deep, his tongue slipping in, the taste a mix of wine and smoke and him, a flavour that has quickly become your favourite in the past week. He gently bites down on your lower lip and pulls on it with his teeth then lets go with a groan, dropping his arms beside him. With a long inhale and an audible exhale, he slips away from between you and the wall, leaves you staring in front of yourself, your underwear wet between your thighs.
You wipe your mouth and put on a smile before walking back to the table, taking the chair next to Ethan. Damiano is sitting on the other side of the table, opposite to you, bringing a glass of wine up to his lips as he watches you squirm under his gaze. Ethan elbows you in the arm and asks if you’re alright and you can only nod in response, voice stuck in your throat.
By the time all of your food arrives, you’ve calmed down and you’re able to carry a conversation properly without a shaky voice. Maybe not looking at Damiano on purpose helps a little with that, even though you hear his forced coughs, hoping that you would at least glance in his way. You kick him under the table and he wraps his feet around yours, not letting go for a moment before his plate is placed in front of him.
You make a mistake and look at him, first his fingers wrapping around the spoon and then his exposed chest, remembering your earlier kiss. When you glimpse up at his face, his lips parted slightly, it’s like he feels your eyes on him because the next second he lifts the spoon and while staring at you shamelessly, he sticks his tongue out flat, licking at the spoon long and slow. You’re holding your breath, feeling your cheeks heat up and as he finally reaches the top of the cutlery, he curves his tongue and seductively brings it back into his mouth, the corners of his lips twisting up into a smirk.
You only realize that you haven’t been blinking when you finally do and your eyes are teary, the insides of your cheek bitten nearly numb. You clear your throat and look around, the others thankfully deep in conversations so you turn your attention back to Damiano who raises his eyebrows and the need to cross your legs firmly is very high – so you do. You straighten your back, squeezing your thighs together, trying to calm your arousal.
You’re not going to let him get away with this so easily.
Damiano seems to behave after that – well, up until the dessert, anyway. His throaty moan when he tastes the slice of sweetness in front of him is both embarrassing, because of how loud he is being, but also provocative, making you think back of the few nights you’ve shared. You shiver at yesterday’s memory of his furrowed brows and his hands in your hair as he came inside your mouth with a groan that sounded fairly similar to this noise.
Vic slaps a hand on his upper arm with a laugh, „Be quiet!”
He lets out an offended ouch. Vic looks over at you and you shake your head, shrugging, lips quivering with a smile. When she draws her attention back to showing Thomas and Ethan something on her phone, your eyes meet Damiano’s and his face makes it clear to you that he’s done it knowing the affect it would have on you – and that’s what encourages your next move.
You lift your chin up, raising an eyebrow at him before putting down your fork and dipping your index finger in the slice of your cake, scooping some frosting onto it. You bring it up to your mouth, sticking your tongue out like you did to him last night then you place your mouth around your finger, holding Damiano’s eyes, and you start to suck on it, your cheeks hollowing as you clean it off.
You would lie if you said you aren’t enjoying Damiano’s confused and overwhelmed facial expressions, nearly making you break out into a laugh. His nostrils are flaring, you can see the bulge in his neck going up and down as he swallows hard.
Ethan jumps in his seat suddenly next to you and you look over at him. „Bro!” he stares at Damiano, „Why’d you kick me?”
„Sorry.” Damiano answers sheepishly, face turning a shade of pink. You hide your face behind a napkin to cover up the huge grin that takes over your whole face while he glares at you.
~
When you’re leaving the restaurant, you walk up next to Damiano, bumping your shoulders into his. He clenches his jaw but is looking at you, nodding his chin as to ask what’s up.
You lick your lips, „What’s it like being beaten at your own game?”
You don’t wait for his reply but jog up to the taxi that’s waiting for all of you and you get in before someone could take your favourite seat. You sit next to the window, seat facing backwards and you take your phone out to catch up with texts you’ve missed in the past couple hours. The others climb in not long after, Damiano deciding to sit across from you and you already know the ride will be interesting, to say the least.
It takes him about two minutes and your phone lights up with a text from him. You lower the brightness on your phone, just in case.
So what do you want as your prize?
You’re typing out your answer but before you send it, an idea rushes through your brain and it’s a great one, if the smirk growing on your face is anything to go by. You start squirming in your seat and make quiet painful noises to which you apologize for and say your legs are hurting, so you take your heels off and without warning, you rest your legs in Damiano’s lap, your feet dangerously close to his crotch. No one comments about it thanks to the lack of personal space in their friendships.
A smug smile spreads across Damiano’s face which doesn’t last long because then you’re hitting send on your text and his mouth drops open lightly, hiding his screen from Thomas next to him.
I want you to eat me out and then fuck me
He seems to read it over a few times then he locks his phone without replying, his eyes not leaving you for the rest of the ride. Feeling proud of yourself for leaving him flustered, you sit back in your seat and engage in a conversation with Vic.
The taxi pulls up to the flat that you share with her and Thomas and they look at you, waiting, when you’re not getting out of the car.
„Oh, I’m going over to the other flat, I left my stuff there.” Damiano squeezes your foot, „I’ll come home tomorrow.”
After everyone says their goodbyes, the driver gets back on the road. Ethan is lost in his phone, music blaring out of his earbuds so you take the opportunity to move your feet closer to Damiano’s dick, pushing down on it, trying to draw as little attention to you as possible.
Damiano bites down on his lip, watching your breasts shake with the car’s movements. His voice is low and sensual when he talks, his eyes staring into yours.
„You will be screaming my name tonight.”
You try to keep your smile on but your body shivers, „I better be.”
Ethan takes out one of his earbuds, stopping his music. „What?”
„I said we’re almost home.” You remove your legs from Damiano’s lap, acting innocent. Damiano chuckles when Ethan nods, his thumb and index finger pulling down at the corners of his lips.
Arriving at the building, the three of you walk up to the flat in silence and make your ways into the kitchen. You pour yourself a glass of water, leaning against the counter, sipping on the cold beverage while the boys make small conversation at the table about tonight.
„Think I’m going to bed, the food made me really sleepy.” Ethan pockets his phone.
You put the glass down, „Me too, I can’t wait for my back to hit the mattress.”
Damiano presses his lips together trying to hold back his smirk while Ethan hugs you good night, wiggling your eyebrows at him over Ethan’s shoulder. He walks out of the kitchen and you stare at the floor until you hear him shut his door, waiting to be alone with Damiano.
At the noise of Ethan's bedroom door closing, Damiano stands up from the table and walks over to you. Licking the corner of his lips, he teasingly runs his hands up your inner thighs and you have to grab onto the edge of the kitchen counter, your knees weak. He presses one palm between your legs, under your skirt, the heel of his inner hand massaging a circle at your clit. You gasp, body jerking against his touch, wishing you weren't wearing underwear.
"So, what you said about your back on the mattress…" Damiano puts his other hand to your neck, his thumb under your chin and he tilts your head to the side before he places a soft and wet kiss to your skin there. You tremble at the touch, his cologne filling your lungs when you breathe in deeply.
"Mmm." You close your eyes then grip onto his shoulders, his shirt wrinkling under your fingers as you make fists around it to help in rocking your hips forwards, moaning quietly when his palm rubs you the right way.
He turns your head to face him and looks down at your lips, your mouth opening slightly as the tension grows and then he leans in, his breaths hot against your skin. When his lips brush over yours, though, he stops and doesn't let them meet in a kiss. You let out a needy groan and try to chase his lips but then he's ghosting his mouth up to your forehead, resting his cheek against your temple.
Damiano steps back, removing his hands from your body, your own arms falling to your sides as well with a frustrated thud to your thighs.
"You're terrible." You tell him, chest rising and falling with each breath.
His reply is smug and his teeth show with a grin, "Yeah?"
He starts to undo the buttons of his shirt as he's walking backwards carefully, gazing up and down your body until he reaches the door to his room, opening it. He shrugs the top off his shoulders, muscles twitching with the movements and you can't tear your eyes off of his torso, the sight arousing you even more. He makes a loose ball out of his shirt, throws it towards you and it lands in front of your feet. You glance at it before turning your attention back to Damiano, who raises his eyebrows and nods his head towards his room as an invite for you to follow him. So picking up his shirt to not leave a clue for Ethan, you make your way into the room.
Barely stepping inside, Damiano closes the door eagerly and backs you up against it, his mouth immediately finding yours, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth. The hunger in all of your kisses is so palpable, each one is just like the first time and the feeling makes you want to fuse your skin into his.
You're about to push his hair back to deepen the kiss further but with a sudden movement, he turns you around, your palms flat against the door. You let out a surprised chuckle which is followed by a moan as he drags his hands up on the sides of your body, his touch is firm, nearly pressing his nails into your skin where he squeezes your waist, your shirt ridden up. Everything else around you is silent, the only noise you can hear is Damiano’s heavy breaths and his light groans when he starts rocking his groin to your ass. He is not fully hard but you can still feel his bulge even through your skirt and your eyes close at the sensation, wondering how you managed to go through all those months without sleeping with him, before last week.
Damiano uses his fingers to comb your hair to one side, leaving the other side of your neck free. His lips are hot on your skin, or maybe it’s your skin that’s heated with the desire, all you know is that your knees are about to give out any second now.
Especially when he pulls your skirt up, your ass exposed, you hold your breath while he takes a long look at you with a satisfied moan.
„You’re so hot.” He bites down gently on your earlobe, your heart beating fast from how turned on you are. You turn your head the best you can to ask for a kiss and he crashes his lips to yours, teeth bumping from the uncomfortable position but neither of you care that much.
You begin to turn around in his hold and he lets you, positioning his arms next to your head, holding himself by his hands against the door. You pull him in by his face and slip your tongue inside his mouth before you slide your hands down his naked torso, stopping at the edge of his pants. You feel him smile into the kiss when your fingers start working on his button and you know he enjoys when you’re needy and impatient. The front of his pants pop open, feeling proud of yourself for only taking about three seconds, you bite his lower lip as you push his pants down, keeping his briefs on to tease him some more.
Your hand reaches for his clothed cock, massaging his hard length in an upward stroke and when you feel him pulsating in your palm, it sends a hot shiver down your spine, your underwear getting more wet. He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead to yours, moaning lowly and rocking his body in the rhythm of your strokes, missing a couple moves as he loses himself in it. You want to laugh but your chuckle comes out as a whimper at which Damiano licks up on the side of your neck and you’re pretty sure he can feel your quick and heavy heartbeats under his tongue.
You bring your free hand to his body and pull at the edge of his briefs, noticing a small wet spot on the front, feeling proud of yourself but as you’re about to put your hand inside to finally touch his hard flesh, he stops your hand with his. Damiano intertwines your fingers together, both hands, and kisses you passionately, taking his time to play with your tongue and lips before he begins kissing down your body.
He unbuttons your skirt and pulls it down together with your panties, getting on both of his knees as he does so and waits for you to step out of them. You’re towering above him while being exposed from your hips down and you have to bite the inside of your cheek when you watch him taking in the sight in front of him with a smirk on his face, something he does every time you’re naked, making you crave him even more.
He looks up at you, holding onto your thighs and he tilts his head to the side, a silent question. You feel like it’s nonsense to ask if you want him to continue when you’re standing there with your legs apart, your skin covered in goosebumps but then again, you think, it makes you feel safe and respected. So you nod a couple times impatiently, earning a chuckle from him before he breathes gentle kisses on your inner thighs, moving up to where you need him. The anticipationslows down time around you and you can hear your pulse in your ears loudly, your heart pounding in your throat.
Your legs tremble when he finally licks at your clit flat and warm, a familiar yet still new feeling but you already know you would never get tired of it. He repeats the movement two, three times then he lets his tongue explore more of you, dragging down to your hole and curving the end to lick inside, tasting you. You shut your eyes at the sensation and throw your head back with a throaty moan, hands falling into his hair, little blurry shapes appearing when you open your eyes. Damiano’s hold becomes firm on your thighs as he buries his face between your legs, your hands pushing him deeper inside you, his nose bumping into your clit and rubbing with each time he moves his head. It feels so damn good and when he groans and it vibrates through your body, you swear you could come right there and then if you wanted to but there’s something else you want before that – his cock inside you.
You pull him up to his feet, the wet patch on his front is now bigger, making you feel smug about it and you watch as he wipes at his mouth. His lips are red and puffy, cheeks a color of red and his hair is so messy which makes him look about ten times hotter, you don’t wait any more seconds pressing your lips to his. You can taste yourself on his tongue which makes you want to taste him, so while not breaking the kiss, you lead him towards the bed and when the back of his knee hit the mattress, you gently suck on his tongue before breaking apart and with a smirk, pushing him onto the bed.
He lands on his back with a small thud, „Wow, bossy.”
A quiet, breathy laugh leaves your mouth as you’re settling on your knees, pulling his briefs off of him, „Shut up.”
„Make m-„
You cut him off by licking at his shaft, getting a moan out of him.
You hold his cock at the base in your hand while you continue with wet stripes on him, letting your tongue play with the head. You see him fisting the sheets on both sides, his stomach rising and falling with his quick breaths, his back arching when you draw circles on the top. Inhaling deeply, you take his length into your mouth and go as deep as you can, Damiano’s body jerks up at the feeling, his cock bumping into the back of your throat, the sudden movement making you gag on it a little so you pull off.
„Sorry.” He looks down at you, his eyes hooded.
You shake your head then proceed to go down on him again, your hand stroking him along with your mouth. His head falls back down and you hear how he’s trying to hold back his moans, so because of all the times he’s done the same to you, you make all the right moves that you know gets him the best and watch him squirm and cuss, trying to stay quiet. Seeing him all spread out like this and entirely in your hands, creates more wetness between your legs and you feel the need to touch yourself. Working on both him and yourself, his fingers tug on your hair, making you moan around his cock and his legs buckle.
„Wait, stop.” He pulls you off with a soft pop and notices your hand on your clit, biting down his bottom lip. He brings your face in his palm, thumb running over your wet lips. „I want to fuck you.”
„Please do.” You pull your shirt over your head, ready for him, then climb on the bed, hovering above him.
Damiano wraps his arms around your back and hugs you close as you make out, teasing each other by not giving in for kisses as fast then when you do, his fingers unclasp your bra with ease. You pull back and raise an eyebrow at him, impressed at his skill.
Without warning he turns you around, laying you out on your back and he smiles smugly about the change of positions. He draws an invisible line from your lower lip down to your collarbones then stops at your breasts, placing two of his fingers around your nipple, twists and tugs on it gently before he sucks it in his mouth, his eyes on you. You breathe out shakily then hold a hand up in front of his eyes to block his view with an embarrassed chuckle, only for him to bring his lips to your palm, giving it a long kiss. If this was a different situtaion, right now would probably be the time that you fall in love with him.
He breaks you out of your thoughts as he crawls between your legs, spreading them and bending your knees. His full attention is on your body, watching his own fingers glide up from your hole to your clit, making it wet so he can work on you better. Your mind goes blank when he starts fingering you, one then two digits at a time, and he curves them so good your toes are moving, your own hands cupping your breasts. Damiano already looks fucked out with his disheveled hair, his moans while he’s preparing you, the occasional eye contact making your mouth drop open and you just really need him inside you right now.
He either can read your mind or he already knows the signs on your face, he removes his fingers from inside you and takes his cock in his hand and pumps it a couple times before he touches the tip to your pussy, sliding it up and down in the wetness, both of you letting out uncountable moans.
You groan, aroused and needy. „Just fuck me already, Damiano.”
„Gladly.” He lowers himself onto your hole and, finally, slowly pushes inside you, his cock filling you up all the way.
Damiano throws his head back with a low whimper and you can’t help yourself either. He leans above you, holding himself up on his fists and you grab onto his upper arms as he thrusts inside you careful at first, and he feels so good and so thick, your mouth goes dry with each push. As much as him watching you feels embarrassing, you let him because you watching him is something you don’t want to deprive yourself of. His furrowed eyebrows, the far gone look in his eyes and the lips, God, the lips. Bitten red and shiny from his tongue licking at them constantly, parting slightly with hot breaths and quiet moans..
He begins fucking you faster but just as deep, your nails leaving marks on his skin when he hits your sweet spot. He sits back up, not pulling out and puts a hand on your lower stomach to feel himself inside you which makes your mind wander around the fact that his cock really is there and how hot he is with his muscles moving and that his fingers are now rubbing at your clit and it’s all so overwhelming. To think that only a couple days ago you were not more than friends, sure, you’ve always seen how attractive he is but sucking him off in random places and getting fucked by him in cars and hotel rooms were never something you considered doing with him – until one boring night.
„Get on your knees for me.” Damiano kisses you before pulling out and you already feel empty, desperate to feel him again.
So you turn around with your back to him and get on your knees, resting your head on your arms. You feel vulnerable but incredibly turned on, knowing how it feels when he takes you from behind. Damiano squeezes your ass and spreads your cheeks with a satisfied moan, guiding himself back inside your pussy. It’s even better than you remembered and if you thought he was in deep before, that is nothing compared to what you feel right now – you’re afraid you might explode.
You’re not in control of your voice, no matter how hard you try to quiet your moans, so Damiano puts a hand on your mouth to silence you, his other hand grabbing at your hips balancing himself as he’s plunging in and out of you. The sound of your bodies crashing into each other fills up the room and you’re forever grateful for the walls being thick and for Ethan sleeping with music in his ears.
Damiano takes his hand off your mouth and instead opens up your lips, sliding two of his fingers in and turns your head to the side so he can look at you. You start sucking on them, circling around with your tongue and bob your head to mimic a blowjob. His steady thrusts are becoming messy and you know he’s close, breathing fast and louder, repeating your name a few times and it’s the hottest thing that has ever blessed your ears.
He removes his fingers and holds them around your throat, putting a little pressure on his grip which, combined with the noises he makes and his cock pounding into you – it brings you to an orgasm, his name leaving your mouth in a loud moan, legs weak and your stomach warm, holding onto his arm that’s grabbing at you.
Damiano comes too not long after that, pulling out in time and emptying himself on your back with a list of Italian swear words between moans. You feel him pressing his cock against your skin after he finishes and you can almost see his face in your mind, engraved into your brain from last time when he came while you watched. He admires you for a while as he tries to regain his breath, his hand playing with your hair while you’re still bent over, pushing it out of your face.
„Hi.” He gives you a grin that looks too painful, his chest still heaving.
You roll your eyes and let out a chuckle, „Clean me off, you bastard.”
He reaches for some tissue on the nightstand and wipes you off, leaving a kiss on your ass before he comes up to lie down next to you. His curls are almost gone on the front of his head because of the sweat, his body also glistens with it and if you could, you would paint him like this, pure bliss in his eyes.
You catch yourselves staring at each other for a long minute, then like two teenagers who are hiding from their parents, you both break out into a laugh. It dies down and picks back up a few times until you have no energy left to continue, feeling exhausted your eyes are closing, eyelids too heavy.
„Well,” Damiano’s voice interrupts the silence, „It’s not every day that I get to eat out twice.”
You’re too tired to open your eyes but your lips twist up into a smile and you make a mental note to throw a pillow at him the next morning.
