#damien nazario smut
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the prettiest of them all
summary: What better way to use a closet mirror, conveniently placed beside the bed than to see you writhe in his arms?
pairing: damien nazario x f!mc (written as ‘you’, no name usage)
warnings: mature/smut (minor DNI!)
a/n: couldn’t just leave our man Nazario out after writing for Beckett, so please enjoy this fic with our favourite private investigator! ‘you’ can be yourself or your OC! and don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ
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disclaimer! this is a submission for:
‘CFWC Naughty & Nice’ by @choicesficwriterscreations with the prompts (Naughty); “I can’t move.” “That’s the idea.”
‘Picktober: Choices October Challenge’ by @choicesmonthlychallenge using the prompts (Kinktober); Biting & Mirrors.
» smut includes; dirty mind, biting obv, fingering, soft!Damien.
'The single piece of furniture, plus your scandalous moans playing in his head on a loop continuously taunting him.' ;
It was hard for Damien to believe that it's been six months since the end of the whole Eros incident. Though he has yet to sleep without waking up in a cold sweat every once in a while, he was definitely getting better by the day.
Plus, with you in his arms at every step of the way, he'd say he's doing pretty good!
Time flies when you're with the right person— as cliché as it sounds, the statement had resonated with him the moment he knew he wanted to be more than just your friend. He remembered Nadia offering him to hang out with the three of you as a thank-you for dealing with her stalker problem. He also remembered having second thoughts about it, considering how he's always ever avoided making friends with his clients. Yet, somehow, it was the need to see you again that pushed him to say yes.
No matter how hard he tried to deny his own feelings, he knew he had no chance of winning, and he'd often thank the universe for it.
So, getting the opportunity to enjoy an entire week in Hawaii with you, especially after a slew of misfortunes and just plain stress in the office, was like dying a hero.
Not that he'd call himself a hero.
Then again, he couldn't say that in front of you. Don't ever say that, you'd probably admonish him, but not out of anger.
Oh, you. Wonderful, wonderful you. Just an embodiment of pure love and hope.
He hasn't moved from his spot ever since he reluctantly let you leave the bed, glancing between the window and the bathroom. He was conflicted between watching the picturesque sunset and seeing you walking to and fro in the bathroom sink as you did your makeup.
You and Damien had just woken up, having been forced to follow Nadia and Steve to visit the local attractions at the crack of dawn. Sloane, Khaan and Hayden's presence made the activity bearable, considering it wasn't just you and Damien in that ten hour-torture. But what could he do? Nadia was the one paying for the trip, so Damien knew better than to bitch and whine about her itinerary.
Plus, Nadia knew he didn't hate it, as long as you were around, you knew your ways of distracting him.
He covered his eyes with one arm, the cloud-like pillow and your humming nearly lulled him back to sleep, only to raise his head at your soft 'fuck!'.
Something about the noise you made immediately had eyes landing on the closet mirror next to him. The single piece of furniture, plus your scandalous moans playing in his head on a loop continuously taunting him.
Fuck it.
And just like, he shot out of bed, unwilling to ignore what he had been wanting to do the second he got here.
Seeing you meticulously work on your lashes, he was nice enough to knock on the door, your expression shifting from extreme focus to a wide grin.
“Morning, handsome,” You joked and yet, you continued with perfecting your wing, “We should be getting ready, Nadia's been torturing my phone for like, 30 minutes now.”
As if on cue, the 'ding!' coming from your phone only supported your explanation, the 17th message from none other than Mrs Park herself.
Damien answered you with a hum, leaning against the door frame and watching you with his sharp eyes. He took in your current appearance; Dazzling and downright luscious, dressed to the nines, despite the lack of clothing covering you up. A naughty little vixen. A single taste of you and his self-restraints will immediately snap.
“Damien?” You didn’t look back at him, despite his lack of response, only for you to freeze up when he came up to you ever so slowly. The way he approached you with such a look made you feel like a prey, a thought that you couldn’t help yourself as you rubbed your thighs together.
He must’ve noticed it, chuckling as he stood behind you, his erection barely hiding behind his briefs as he pinned you against the counter.
“What are you doing?” You finally met his eyes in the mirror, giving him a nervous giggle.
“Just… appreciating.”
“Yeah? Well, do you mind if you…” You motioned him to step back with your free hand, “Move back a little?”
“Now, why would I do that?” His voice got deeper as if your question had offended him despite the mischief in his tone. You only thought of putting the brush down when he placed both of his hands on either side of you, trapping you between his hard chest and the counter.
“I… I can’t move.” The prominent bulge was impossible to ignore, especially when he began rolling his hips into your backside. You choked out a gasp, the mascara was long forgotten as it dropped to the floor, hints of ink smearing the marble top when it slipped out of your fingers.
“That’s the idea.”
He didn't give you the time to process and dragged you out to the bedroom, carrying you via bridal style. Your demands to put you down were as effective as a Pomeranian yapping at its owner, with Damien's chest reverberating with laughter against you.
Surprisingly, instead of placing you down on the bed as you expected, he sat on the edge of the bed, which faced the unexplainably long mirror. Damien knew he got you exactly where he wanted the second he heard your breath hitching, and he knew it wasn’t only because he had you on his lap.
It was the first thing you noticed when you checked in, the placement and sheer size of it drove your mind to run wild. It didn’t last long, though, for you were forced to snap out of it when Damien came in seconds later. But you should’ve known better than to think he didn’t notice, too focused on the idea of being ravished in front of it to see the smug on his face. You lied when he asked if you were okay, answering him ever so softly without meeting his gaze before running off to the bathroom ‘to change into your bikini’ despite forgetting to grab your swimwear out of your luggage.
Since then, his imagination, too, became anything but appropriate, though if he wasn’t being honest, he would’ve thought about it regardless. But the real problem was finding the right time for it. Since the very first day, he had you bouncing on his cock in the luxurious bathtub and has gone down on you in the sauna but not once have the two of you used the bed. Whether it was because you were too tired or too comfortable in the sheets, and in Damien’s arms no less, it didn’t matter anymore, because he was going to change that.
To hell with Nadia’s plans tonight, he had other priorities.
The way his warm breath tickled your neck as he perched his chin on your shoulder, his calloused hands running up and down your hips before settling them on your top. He grazed his teeth across your neck, easily finding the sweet spot that sent shivers down your spine. He didn’t spare you a second before biting into the soft skin, huffing out in amusement when you choked out a gasp, writhing in his arms, and he didn’t just do it once.
He didn’t want just one hickey on your pretty neck, after all.
He fondled your breasts, feeling your nipples tighten under the material. He dragged the top down, the material folding under your breasts and accentuating your assets. His mouth was dying to latch onto your nipples, but he was already too entranced by the current view in front of him. That didn’t mean who wouldn’t do it later.
He never said he’d be done with it after one round.
And the second his fingers brushed against your sensitive bud, he knew you were done for.
The way his fingers pumped in and out of your pussy had you squirming in his lap, his lips unconsciously parting with yours as he watched your face contort in pleasure. He didn’t even bother removing your panties, opting to move the offending material aside before easing in his thick, middle finger. The more he curled his fingers into you, the more you soaked both his briefs, down to the bedsheets. Not that he gave a shit anyway. In fact, it was exactly what he wanted to see, the same way he wanted to hear that delicious squelching.
Your head rolled back, resting it against his shoulder as he leaned in and whispered.
“Open your eyes, mi vida,” You whined, both from the nickname and how his voice went so far as to make you tighten around his fingers. He growled at the sensation, but managed to keep it together before continuing, “Look at yourself in the mirror and see how gorgeous you are.”
You tried to, you really did, but with the way rolled his hips against yours, it was almost impossible to even open your eyes, let alone keep your head up.
So, he helped you out.
His other hand moved from your waist, his fingers sliding from the valley of your breasts, tits now hard from when he rolled them just moments ago, before holding you by the jaw. It was nowhere near rough, but enough to help you look up.
If it wasn’t for Damien, you would’ve looked away just as quickly, your body growing hotter than you thought was possible at the sight; your skin glowing from the sheen of sweat and dim light coming from the bathroom, his thick fingers thrusting in and out of your tight hole and those blown out pupils of his as he watched you, right before his eyes met yours, now far less innocent of a situation then your brief conversation in the bathroom earlier.
“Cancel our plans,” You didn’t even know what he was talking about at first, not especially when he turned your head to look at him, hair disheveled and looking feral, “I want you to see how beautiful you cum in the mirror. Over and over again.”
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I ❤️ Damien Nazario
As if I didn’t love him way too much already, Damien was a complete sweetheart in this PM chapter on our first date. Look at this vulnerable honesty.
And then, when you finally get to hook up he goes straight-up Dirty D ... MC better not let this perfect man outta her sights! 😍😍😍
Kudos to PB for giving us the BEST smut scene in any book ever. I have never needed a cold shower after a chapter but today was a first! My life is complete. 😁💕😁💕
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Fic authors self rec!
When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜
Thank you so much for tagging me @princess-geek ☺️🌹
I loved it because it gave me the chance to re-read some of my fics and think about how much I still like them, and I also hated because my undecided brain cannot make choices like that! 😂😂😂
The solution to my dilemma: I cheated and picked more than five. So, under the cut is my Top7 in no particular order:
1. The Pursuit of Happiness (Desire and Decorum / Prince Hamid x MC)
Summary: After the death of her father, the heiress of Edgewater must choose between her duties to her family and the pursuit of her happiness. Which path will she choose?
2. Rainy Days - Part 1 (TRR / Liam x MC)
This series will forever be a favorite. It was my first time writing after a tremendously long hiatus, my first fanfic ever and the first time I wrote for Prince Hamid. I couldn't pick a particular chapter because so many are special. I still love many aspects of Chapter Sixteen: You were meant for me, because of Prince Hamid and Lady Elizabeth's reunion and the scene in the library 😏; and Chapter Twenty: Make you feel my love (Part 1) because it was amazing to write the begining of their happily ever after despite my first attempt of writing smut almost causing me an ulcer lol 😂
Summary: Three days after the bombing at the Palace, Riley Brooks reminisces about the events that brought her to Cordonia and takes the opportunity to comfort Liam in the aftermath of the attack.
3. Heart in a Cage (Blades of Light and Shadow / Tyril Starfury x Arwen (F!Elf MC)
It was my first attempt writing for Liam and I still enjoy this fic very much, specially the beginning, the reminiscence and Riley and Liam talking at the end about his feelings, something definitely missing in canon.
Summary: After being injured during a sparring session, Arwen learns the other elf from the group might find her company more than tolerable.
4. Run To You (Desire and Decorum / Prince Hamid x MC)
I love writing Arwen and Tyril and I love slow burn, it's all I have to say 🤭
Summary: Will Prince Hamid successfully claim every one of Lady Elizabeth’s first dances as he promised when they met? (The scenes take place between chapter 6 and 7 from Book 1).
5. The Most Wonderful Time of the Year (Or Maybe Not) (Perfect Match / Damien Nazario x MC)
This is my favorite pairing to write and in this fic we see them before the beginning of TPoH and how their relationship is developing, and it's just funny and fluffy, all about love and hope but peppered by some more serious issues, and I like how it turned out...
Summary: The Parks’ cousins love the holiday season and everything about it, a sentiment Damien Nazario does not share. At all. Could four years being dragged into their very merry traditions be enough to change this?
6. Netflix and Cafuné (Desire and Decorum Modern AU! - Prince Hamid x OC)
I love the holidays and people's excitement about it (and the Park cousins are definitely that kind of people) and I love how Damien's grumpiness works here.
Summary: Hamid is having a bad day and refuses to talk about it. Elizabeth will do her best to cheer him up, which includes Netflix, brigadeiro and cafuné.
This Modern AU! is one of my favorite things ever to write and I love this one-shot. It has many elements that make Hamid and Elizabeth the perfect match despite being such different individuals.
7. Is This Love? - Part 3 (Desire and Decorum)
Summary: Elizabeth’s first passion was presented to her in an old house, twelve years before her feet meandered through the gardens of Edgewater. / After her mother fell ill, Elizabeth and Briar talk about life and love while enjoying a day of rest at Grovershire. / Years later, Mary’s words come back to Elizabeth, when she ponders if first impressions are truly deceiving.
The miniseries dedicated to my dear friend @princess-geek is one of the stories I'm proud to have written, and this part is particularly my favorite because of Briar and Elizabeth and the descriptions.
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I'm tagging a few writers if they would like to do their recs too: @lorirwritesfanfic @retvenkos @lilyoffandoms @noesapphic @musicallisto @julia-highstorms
#choices fanfic#fic rec list#desire and decorum#choices blades of light and shadow#trr fanfic#perfect match fanfic#prince hamid#prince hamid x mc#tyril starfury#tyril x mc#damien nazario#damien nazario x mc
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Five times sex failed and the one time it didn’t
Fandom: Choices, Perfect Match
Relationship: Damien Nazario X F!MC (Name: Peach Park)
Warnings: Explicit Content! SMUT, A LOT OF IT, Using handcuffs, sir kink, papi kink, a little mention to anal, a lot of pain (Nothing too bad), A smidge of fluff, Damien Nazario, swearing
Word Count Total: 3517
A/N: So I had this idea around my head and there aren’t many smut fics that depict sex normally. It is always going well so I had the idea of Damien and MC (Peach) trying and failing sex. I probably am saying it wrong but I tried. This is my first public smut with explicit detail and I hope it is satisfactory. Also see if you can spot the choices character guest appearance. *Not someone from Perfect Match*
CHOICES MASTERLIST
Tagged: @ravenpuff02 @ephemeralsunsets
Like some couples, Damien and Peach have had their fair share of sex fails. Some were funny and some were not so funny. Among the several instances these five moments were the best memories of sex failing and there is that one time where the sex doesn't fail.
The first time is close to midnight. Damien was sitting on his bed waiting for Peach to freshen up in his bathroom. He sat on the left side of the bed, reading over case files on his tablet. He heard the bedroom door open and glanced to his right briefly. Something light pink caught his eye as he looked back up and sucked in a breath.
Peach stood in the doorway of his bedroom, in a light pink bra with black straps, accompanied by light pink underwear with black tulle frills. Her brown and blonde curls were shaken to look like the mane of a lion. She looked like the model for a lingerie company and Damien had to pinch himself to check if he wasn't dreaming. He wasn't as his eyes glued over Peach's form.
She sauntered over to the end of the bed, smirking at the fact that she made the PI speechless. Peach placed her hands on the bed and then her knees, prowling like a hunter creeping to their prey. Damien felt like he had died and went to heaven, unsure of whether this really was Peach. His eyes glided over her body and noticed the stretch marks on the side of her thighs.
Her small tummy poking over the waistband of the underwear and the cellulite hanging by her legs and he knew then and there this was his Peach. She looked way better than the models of lingerie companies. He really cannot believe she was his. Damien slowly put his tablet on the bedside table, charmed by Peach's smooth movements.
She came close and was a breath away from Damien's lips. Her eyes fluttered and Damien noticed she had on the dark wine red lipstick he loved, the one that left stains. He took a staggered breath and carefully placed his hand over his erection.
"Hi."
Damien almost came as he stuttered out.
"Peach."
"I have a little gift for you, seeing as it's your birthday tomorrow. I thought we should start the day with a … bang."
Damien swallowed as Peach smiled widely and sat back on her knees.
"So I want to ask: how would you like me … Sir?"
Damien's eyes darkened and he couldn't stop as he lunged at Peach, his hand going to the back of her neck and pulling her for a strong kiss. The both of them moaned at the heat rising as they both stood on their knees, their hands roaming one another's body and their mouths moving in a slow sensual dance. Damien let go of her lips and looked like a feral lion, hair messy and eyes dilated with desire. The dark lipstick was smudged around his lips and stubble. It made him look ten times hotter and Peach was resisting taking over.
"Turn around! On your knees!" Peach smiled and obeyed. She could feel Damien behind her, his fingers were delicately grazing her skin and she leaned her head back on Damien's shoulder. "As much as I love this on you, I want it off."
"Yes, Sir."
Damien unclipped the bra and tossed it to the door on his right. Pushing his index fingers into the waistband of her underwear and shoving it down to her thighs. He did the same to his underwear and grabbed the base of his dick. With his free hand, he tapped Peach's inner thigh and she shuffled to open up her legs for him.
Tantalisingly slowly bringing the head of his penis to her wet lips and rubbing slowly. She was more than wet down there as Damien smiled and kissed her temple.
"Is this for me Peach?"
She smiled and brought her right palm to the side of his face, stroking the stubble.
"All for you, birthday boy!"
Damien didn't have to do foreplay as he rubbed the dick more on her outer lips before slowly slipping his dick through her folds. The both of them shuddered at the cool air and heat between their legs. Damien pulled back until his tip was barely in and pushed again, deeper. A slightly louder moan crawled out of Peach's lips as her hand slithered to the nape of his neck, grasping at his hair.
Her other hand held his left wrist and brought it up to her breast, encouraging him to squeeze. An invitation he gladly accepted as he massaged and pulled at her breast, building his speed and she was managing to match his rhythm. Damien’s teeth grazed the crook of her neck and Peach smiled at the sensations Damien was giving her. The room was starting to feel hotter and perspiration was building around their brows and backs.
Neither one could care as they both were lost in their passion. They hadn't heard the front door open and close, small steps softly thudding on the wooden floor. The bedroom door opened and a loud clamor of voices yelled.
"Happy birthday Damien!"
Damien and Peach paled as their reaching climaxes vanished, replaced by a feeling of mortification. Damien slips out and scrambles to wrap the blanket around the both of them as they scream in fear. The other people scream before a female voice rings out yelling.
"Hey! Damien, it's us!"
Damien and Peach calm down to realise it was their friends: Hayden, Sloane, Khaan, Alana, Nadia and Steve. Real awkward timing as Damien and Peach take a deep breath. Sloane and Khaan have covered each other’s eyes while Alana and Nadia cover Hayden and Steve's eyes. Damien grips the blanket tightly and Peach holds the edge close to her chest. There's a moment of awkward silence before Peach decidedly breaks it.
"Why are you guys here at midnight?"
Hayden starts off explaining.
"Well it's Damien's birthday and we wanted to be the first ones to wish him. So … it was Nadia's idea."
Nadia's eyes widen as Damien and Peach turn to her with disappointed looks.
"Nadia!"
"Look we thought you guys would be asleep! Not … you know!"
Damien rubs a hand over his face as Peach can't help with a smile on her face. Steve, whose eyes are covered by Nadia, presents a cake tray of chocolate cake.
"We thought we'd pop in with a cake and have a mini celebration. It's chocolate fudge."
Damien presses his head into Peach's shoulder, praying for the ground to swallow him whole as Peach places a hand over her mouth. Khaan starts to usher the group out.
"We'll wait outside for you to … you know."
Alana is hanging out in the doorway as she picks up Peach's pink bra and smirks at the two of them.
"Did you guys finish?"
Damien lifts his head up, rolling his eyes at Alana’s intrusive behaviour.
"We'll see you in a bit, Alana."
She smiles and tosses the bra to Peach, winking at her.
"Good birthday gift."
She closes the door and it's Damien and Peach in the room. Peach finally lets go and laughs heartily, leaning back into Damien and clutching the blanket to her chest. Damien can't help but have a smile on his face as Peach wipes at her eye.
"Well that was a birthday neither of us will forget."
"It sure is."
Peach turns around and lets the blanket fall off her. Placing a palm on his face and pressing her lips for a short kiss, whispering.
"Happy birthday, D."
He rolls his eyes and kisses her back. Standing up and grabbing a green Henley off the floor.
"Come on, let's go before Nadia eats my birthday cake."
The second time was a different time. This time it was early in the morning and Damien and Peach were in bed. The both of them wanted to experiment a little and Peach's idea was to use Damien's handcuffs from his PI office. They had time to kill before a busy day and Damien had an idea which would benefit the both of them.
"Mhmm, Damien baby that feels good."
Peach tried to bring her wrists to Damien's head but she was locked as her wrists rattled against the bed post. The metal cuffs dug deliciously into her skin as her back arched at Damien's magical tongue.
He smiled as he glanced up at her, taking in the softness near her stomach and hips, her heaving breasts where the nipples stood attentive and her face. Her mouth open and eyes shut, the sweat making her glow. She looked like Aphrodite. Damien smiled as he brought his mouth back down to her vagina. Both his arms held her waist down and he brought his lips to her folds.
His nose brushed and pressed against her clit and his tongue swirled between her folds and over the hole. Peach shuddered and pulled at the sensations Damien was giving her. Damien was a pro at eating pussy and he had ruined her for other men. Not that she wanted to sleep with other men. She curled as she panted and begged her lover.
"Damien Sir, please fuck me! I want you now!"
Damien had edged her three times already as he lifted his mouth off her, giving Peach a glance to see his stubble covered in her wetness, lips plump. He brought his finger to his stubble and swiped all the wetness into his mouth, moaning at the sweet tanginess.
"Just like a peach."
Peach huffed a laugh at his pun as she begged politely.
"Please sir! Free me so I can touch you."
"Of course, Chica."
Damien brought a hand to the bedside table to get the key for the handcuffs, only for there to be nothing but their phones. He creased his eyebrow and glanced up at the table seeing no silver key there, mumbling to himself about where it could go. Peach felt a shift in the atmosphere as she took a deep breath and asked Damien.
"What's wrong?"
"Have you seen the key?"
"No I haven't."
Damien climbed off her and crouched by the bedside table, looking around for the key. Peach’s focus shifted as she tried to pull herself upright darting her eyes around to look for the key.
"Damien it was on the bedside table."
"Yeah but it's not there now. Hang on, I might have a spare somewhere."
Damien picked up some navy boxers and pulled them on. Going through his wardrobe and reaching into his light beige jacket, looking for the small silver key but to no avail no key. Then the worst happened. Peach’s phone rang and Damien and Peach shared a nervous glance. Damien goes to the bedside and picks the phone up, and shows her the name displayed. It was Peach’s boss, Justin Mercado.
Peach’s face faltered as she silently mouths to Damien.
‘Don’t answer.’
‘It’s your boss!’
Damien swipes by accident and Peach could hear Mr. Mercado’s voice.
“Hello? Peach!”
Peach glares at her boyfriend as she puts on her voice.
“Good morning, Mr. Mercado.”
“Morning, Peach. What are you doing right now?”
Peach’s eyes widen as she takes on a much steadier tone of voice. “I was just in the middle of sorting out your schedule for next week. What seems to be the problem?”
“Are you able to start half an hour earlier? There was some admin work I want to go over with you.”
Peach’s heart dropped as she glanced at her handcuffed wrists. Today was not a good day as she tried to think of an excuse. Damien rubbed his face in embarrassment.
“Mr. Mercado, I won’t be able to start half an hour earlier today. In fact, I won’t be able to come in to work today. See, the thing is … I’m not well.”
“You sound alright to me.”
“But I’m really not. I - uh -.”
“Peach? Are you okay? What happened?”
“Everything is fine, Mr. Mercado. I just … a family emergency came up and I have to go check on my grandma at the care home today. They said she took a fall.”
“Oh I’m so sorry. Take off however much you need.”
“Mr. Mercado, I’ll come back tomorrow, I’m sure she’ll be okay.”
“Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow. Take care.”
“Bye!”
Mr. Mercado hangs up the call and Damien and Peach let out deep breaths. Damien nervously smiles at Peach as she shakes her head in disappointment. There was a moment of calmness and Damien couldn’t help but let out a little snort at the situation.
“Laugh it up, Magnum. Can you pick the lock?”
“Have you got hairpins?”
Peach shrugs her shoulders as Damien goes to his wardrobe and pulls out some dark jeans and a white button up.
“I’ll have to go to my office and grab another set of keys from there.”
Peach shakes her head at the thought of being handcuffed for half an hour. Yet there was no other solution. Damien left their bedroom and drove to his office. Grabbing the keys and then driving home. Peach ended up having to wait two hours before Damien walked through the door with a smile on his face as he brandished the key. A shiny glint hit his eye as he crouched down and found the key under the bed. Turns out the handcuff key was under the bed this whole time.
The third time was a bit of a painful memory as Peach and Damien sat on the sofa in his living room. It had been a long week for the both of them as their work kept them busy. Today was date night and they could obviously not keep their hands off of one another. Peach sat on Damien’s lap, kissing him with passion. They both had stripped down to their undergarments as Damien grasped Peach’s waist. She made slow movements with her waist and Damien was dying from the anticipation.
“Chica! Please, don’t tease!”
Peach smiled and brought her hand to the nape of his neck and tugged his hair back, relishing in the soft groan he made. Damien’s eyes ignited as his demeanour changed.
“Chica! I’m warning you.”
“What are you going to do, Sir?”
Damien smirked and brought his hand up to slap her butt. He swung and just missed her butt, instead hitting himself in the dick. Immediately Damien let out a loud shout of pain as Peach jumped off him. Watching as Damien grasped his dick and lay on his side, curling into the ball, hissing in pain. Peach rubbed his forehead and shoulder trying to soothe his pain.
“Ay bendito!”
Peach rushed to the kitchen, going through the freezer and getting a bag of frozen veg. Wrapping it in a tea towel and bringing it to Damien, he grabbed it and placed it over his dick. The coolness brought relief to his pain as he took deep breaths. Peach helped him sit up and sat next to him, rubbing his thigh with comfort. Least to say that night ended with Damien holding the frozen veg on his penis.
The fourth time was also a painful memory as Damien sat Peach on the dining table, standing between her legs and grasping her legs tightly. Peach was grasping his shoulders tightly as Damien let go of Peach’s lips, panting heavily and hair tousled.
“Have I told you how amazing you are?”
“Yes you have, but it’s always nice to hear it from you.”
Damien laughed and trailed kisses down her neck, her sternum.
“You’re absolutely perfect. You’re my Chica.”
He brought his lips to hers and brought his fingers under her skirt, rubbing slow circles through her underwear. Peach shivered and her head dropped back as Damien kissed and nibbled small bites on her neck. Damien pushed the underwear to a side and pushed his index finger deep into her. Peach curled her toes and gripped Damien’s waist tightly with her thighs, moaning his name. Damien thrusted his fingers slowly and stuttered at her tight clenching.
Peach wasn’t feeling a tingly pleasure, instead something felt hot and burning. She was starting to sweat profusely as she grasped at Damien’s shoulders.
“D, baby! Hold on! Something isn’t right!”
She hissed as if she felt her vagina was on fire. A burning sensation was slowly spreading and she was squealing in pain. Damien immediately pulled his fingers out and his face paled as he realised something.
“There were jalapeños in the guisado.”
Peach’s eyes widened as she jumped off the table and ran to the bathroom to clean her vagina. Peach and Damien ended up going to the hospital that night and the doctors warned them to always wash their hands. And to hold off sex for a week, needless to say the both of them learnt their lesson.
The fifth time again was a painful memory, which leads us to Damien’s office. Damien had Peach flat on his desk as he thrusted his penis into her. The both of them were sweating heavily and Peach held Damien’s hand tightly. Damien was in his office, working late and Peach thought it a good idea to accompany him. Passions grew and the both of them couldn’t resist. Damien was making love to Peach on his desk and Peach was enjoying his company. Damien hiked her leg higher on his waist and allowed him to push deeper.
Peach moaned deeply and Damien panted deeply. His eyes turned to the right and noticed something strange. His thrust faltered slightly as he focused on the evidence board on his right. Damien’s eyes widened as he realised a connection in his case.
“That’s it!”
“Yes! That’s it!”
“No, Chica! I’ve figured it out.”
“Figured what out?”
“It was Avi Johnson. He’s been embezzling money from the clients at the bank.”
Peach heaved heavily and frowned at his focus but Damien was excited at the prospect of having solved the embezzlement case. He pulled out and was going to thrust harder into Peach. She widened her eyes as she realised Damien was going to stick his dick in her ass. Not that she hadn’t thought about it, but right now wasn’t the time and place. Nor was she prepared so she made the mistake of moving her waist away and Damien ended up hitting his balls into the desk.
Damien yelped in pain and held on to his dick, falling onto his office chair. Peach sat up on his desk and carefully brought her hand down to massage some of Damien’s pain.
“D, I’m so sorry!”
“Why didn’t you warn me, Peach?”
“You were focused on your case, you didn’t realise you were gonna stick it in my ass! I had to save myself.”
“Fuck!”
The mood was killed as Peach and Damien drove home. Once again the frozen veg packet was used to soothe some of the pain, Damien experienced in his balls.
Some of those memories were painful and the mood was killed. However, Peach and Damien could always make the best of the situation and this was one of those moments where a sex fail does not end up being such a failure after all. It was a late night and Damien and Peach were in the mood. ‘Dinner and a movie’ dates always ended up with sex which is what Damien and Peach were starting. They had stripped off their clothes and laid in bed, caressing and kissing one another deeply as Peach sat up in Damien’s lap.
“D, baby! Fuck me!”
“Well I’m trying to! A certain Chica’s trying to rile me up.”
“Please, sir! Fuck me!”
“Then stop teasing, Chica!”
Damien grabbed her waist and rolled her over to be on top, only instead of the both of them remaining in bed, they both ended up falling off onto the floor. Peach bumped her head and Damien landed quite heavily on her. He brought a hand to the back of her head and rubbed. Peach let out a giggle as did Damien, realising their clumsiness as she sighed.
“We are so silly, D.”
“That we are Peach. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, didn’t hurt much. Are you okay?”
“I’m okay Chica.”
The both of them were still naked and Damien’s penis was rubbing ever so softly with Peach’s folds. Their gazes went down as Peach wiggled her hips and Damien groaned. She brought a hand to his hair to direct him to her face and she leaned into his ear.
“Still can keep up, Papi?”
All the blood in Damien’s brain rushed down as his eyes darkened and he lifted himself to look directly into Peach’s brown eyes. As if ‘sir’ wasn’t enough, she had to go ahead and use Spanish against him. Especially Papi. Damien smirked dangerously with teeth bared as he lifted her leg onto his shoulder, anchoring her other leg on his waist.
“Say that again, Chica!”
“Fuck me Papi!”
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When You Find Someone (Damien X f!MC)
This is a mini fic based on this prompt list for Damien X MC (Perfect Match)
Prompt 15: “It’s funny how they say when you find someone; heart speeds up, time slows down.”
Words count: 820
Warnings: mentions of smut, but totally safe, literally just some innocent innuendo. Other than that, just pure domestic fluff.
@otherworldlypresents thank you for the request, I really enjoyed writing these two and I hope you enjoy reading <3
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As Damien stepped into his – their, he needed to remind himself again – apartment after particularly hard day, all he wished for was a hot shower and an evening spent on the couch next to Kai.
Despite the sourness in his mood, he couldn’t help but smiles when he spotted his girlfriend on the living room’s floor, in a middle of exercise that was probably supposed to be yoga, however she resembled a puppy laying on her back with her arms and legs sticking lazily up to the air. A beautiful one, but still a puppy.
“Hey,” Damien chuckled unfastening his tie. “What are you supposed to be doing?”
Kai rolled her eyes and stood up, closing her laptop – an accurate gesture to show how much importance she gave to the online yoga class.
“Nadia recommended this yoga course for me, but I find it super boring. You, on the other hand,” she grinned, slumping down on the couch next to him, “you look like you could use some zen. Hard day?”
Damien sighed and decided to tell her all about his day, hoping that sharing his struggles would help lifting some weight off his shoulders.
After he was done with the detailed description of every idiot he has been unfortunate enough to run into today, Kai smiled at him and without saying anything gripped his shoulders and turned him on the couch so that his back was now facing her.
“It sounds like you are in desperate need of the famous Kai massage,” she broke the confused silence at last and started to massage his tense shoulders.
Even if Damien wanted to stay grumpy – not that he did – with her petite hands squeezing the muscles of his back, such task has been found impossible.
He melted into her touch and allowed his mind to wander to the places that have only ever been occupied by Kai.
After their worldwide adventure, he was genuinely afraid of what would the next step in their relationship look like – would they finally have time to actually have a proper relationship with everything it comes with? Or would Kai find him too mundane without the danger breathing on their necks with their every step?
Not that long after they’ve gotten back home, he asked her to move in with him – and he has never been as nervous as he has been while asking.
To his surprise, she agreed immediately and there was another dose of anxiety in his mind – what if she hated living with him? What if she realized that she couldn’t stand the way he had his fridge organized or the fact that he hated potted plants?
His worries were absolutely unreasoning back then – Kai didn’t care about the fridge and she only teased him for his aversion towards plants occasionally.
They found their peace in the routine and the mundane life (and when Kai got bored, she threw herself into some new hobby she totally sucked at) and three years later, Damien was happier than he ever dared to dream to be.
With a soft smile on his lips, he turned to Kai and spoke in a low voice.
“It’s funny how they say when you find someone; heart speeds up, time slows down…”
Kai would never admit how much his smile, the soft tone of his voice and his words made her heart warmer – only the light blush in her cheeks gave her away.
Instead, she decided to tease him.
Scrunching her nose, she cut Damien off and asked: “I don’t know, does anyone actually say that?”
“I am sure someone does,” Damien rolled his eyes but didn’t let her ruin the moment. “Eight years ago, I didn’t believe I would ever get to feel that way with anyone and look at me now, feeling exactly those feelings when I spot my girlfriend sprawled on the floor pretending to practice yoga.”
“You are such a sap, Nazario.”
Now turned to Kai fully, Damien hugged her waist and muttered: “I know, it’s disgusting. But it also allows me to freely exhibit that I wish nothing more than you in my arms for the rest of this day.”
Gently untangling herself from his arms, Kai smiled at Damien, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she spoke.
“I will happily provide my presence. However, believe it or not, I did break a sweat while I definitely practiced yoga over there and so I would like to take a shower before.”
Already on her feet, she was leaving the living room, her step a little bit slower than it usually would be.
“I was intending to take a shower too,” Damien answered, reading into the glint correctly. “We should probably take it together, to save water, you know.”
She smirked at him over her shoulder and only after she left the room – and with it, the reach of his eyesight – she exclaimed: “I think that’s a marvelous idea, Sir.”
Damien has never crossed the distance between the couch and the bathroom faster.
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okay wow I really, really enjoyed writing this and now I consider writing more PM fics. It will happen probably
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Silver Service
Has Bastien finally run Anton to ground? Drake returns to Applewood to find his mentor absent.
Word Count 3289
A/N warnings - a little implied smut. Not suitable for under 18s
11 Making Plans
Anton scowled as he looked out over the ground far below the airplane.
‘Why the hell are we travelling by this beat up old piece of shit? Why aren’t we in a jet – what happened to the helicopter?’ Claudius cleared his throat
‘Funds are low, Sir’ he said ‘We had counted on everything coming together after the coronation, but the gunman put paid to it all’
‘I’d like to know who hired that amateur – he should have hit his mark instead of botching the job’ he snarled
‘We’re still trying to find out, Sir’ he answered ‘and that’s not easy considering the King’s guard have him under lock and key’
‘Why the fuck don’t we have surveillance?’ he raged ‘What do I pay you for?’
‘I’m sorry Sir, since the botched assassination the Guard are on high alert. They’ve had staff at all the significant houses re vetted. We’ve still got one or two operatives but they daren’t make a move until they need to’
‘How about that bitch Lucretia?’ he asked
‘She’s at Applewood, where the King and Olivia retreated when the Palace was evacuated. That seems to be the base of operations right now, the head of the guard and his woman are there – and Walker and the American woman too. Apparently the whole court are touring Cordonia, attending charity events at any Duchy that cares to host one’ Anton rose an eyebrow
‘That could be turned to our advantage. We need to pay close attention to the itinerary’
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Damien hit the tarmac running. They had decided landing at the same airfield as Claudius would be too risky, so an SUV waited to take himself and James there as fast as possible. The fact that they had travelled by jet and the others had been in an ordinary prop plane meant that they had some time in hand. A second vehicle tailed them, and they set off at breakneck speed, calling Bastien to keep him up to date.
The roads they had to travel were narrow and little used. They needed to get close to the airfield and wait for them to leave. Their luggage had tracking devices, so unless they got wind of that, all they had to do was to follow at a distance and maintain surveillance of their destination. Simply arresting them straight away would mean that they would miss out on discovering his power base. From the location of the airfield there were a number of possibilities – they may be based in Valtoria, Portaviera or the Commery Isles, presuming that they didn’t travel any further afield.
They had the advantage of the Charity tour under their belt. They had locations set but the itinerary was still fluid. Bastien planned for the tour to go as close and as soon as possible to Anton’s location so that they could either force him to act and make himself vulnerable, or make their own move to take him out.
Damien had little idea of the terrain and geography of Cordonia, so was relying on James to keep him informed. They parked the SUV in a field entrance half a mile from the airfield, out of sight of the only road that serviced the tiny runway. That road lead to a wider main road, where the other SUV waited to cover the least likely direction that Anton was likely to take. They expected him to make for the road to Valtoria, where another road junction would determine whether he was aiming to go further to the coast at Portaviera, or further still to the Commery Isles.
James told him that the duchy of Valtoria currently had no Duke or Duchess, as the childless Duchess had passed away a few weeks ago. She was reclusive and little was known of her affiliation for or against Constantine, so there was a possibility that Anton might be making for that location. The nobility at Portaviera was known to be sympathetic to Liam, so the last prospect of someone sympathetic to the Sons of the Earth was Lord Neville Delacouer in the Commery Isles. He had been a staunch supporter of Constantine, and appeared to pay allegiance to the new King, but he was an unpleasant character. He often said one thing to the new King’s face and another to other members of the council of nobles when discussing Liam’s ideas of admitting commoners to the Council.
He breathed a sigh of relief when his phone pinged at the presence of the tracking devices planted at the Monaco border. Half an hour later, a car passed the road end, and James eased out to follow at a discrete distance - out of sight but within signal range.
Half an hour later, the car bearing Anton Severus made the turn toward Valtoria.
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‘Valtoria, you say?’ Liam said thoughtfully. ‘I was considering who to award the Duchy to now that Duchess Van Hausen has passed away without an heir. The manor is still occupied by her staff and they’re maintaining it until it has a new owner. I suppose if she sympathised with Anton, he might make use of the estate.’ He turned to Bastien ‘Has the staff been vetted recently?’
‘We’ve made our best efforts, but with the recent funeral arrangements it’s been difficult, and she was so reclusive that we didn’t even have a list available. I’m uncertain as to whether to back off or go ahead with the checks. If we don’t do the same as we are with the other duchies, it might make him suspicious.’
‘At your discretion, Bastien’ Liam replied ‘I trust your judgement. Just let me know what you’re doing and I’ll give you whatever funding you need’
‘Thankyou Sir. I had planned to send the charity tour where Anton was going, but it’s a bit tricky as there’s nobody available to arrange an event for Valtoria’
‘Don’t they have the annual lantern event coming up?’ Liam said ‘We could contact the majordomo at the Manor and suggest we use that to raise money for their chosen cause’
‘Excellent Idea, your Grace’ Bastien said ‘I’m sure I can involve Nazario. I’ll contact him and we can start making plans’
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‘So our first stop is Valtoria?’ Sophia asked Bastien as she stacked the plates from their dinner to go back to the kitchens. ‘It all seems rather last minute’
‘It is, the date of the festival is fixed and it’s fortuitous that it’s only two days away’ answered Bastien ‘That gives us time to reconnoitre the manor before the Court arrives.’ Sophia stopped and looked at him intently.
‘Us?’ she questioned ‘You said you’d step back from active duty’ He sighed.
‘I have to be nearby’ he said ‘I can’t do everything remotely from here, if communications break down it could be catastrophic, no matter how much I trust my men’ Sophia crossed her arms and glared at him. He shrugged ‘I’ll be in a surveillance van away from the action, but close enough to follow in when the coast is clear’
‘And when do you judge that the coast is clear?’ she asked tartly. He got up and stood in front of her, taking her hands in his and looking intently into her eyes.
‘Sophia, you have to trust me. I’ve been doing this for a long time. You’ll be safe here, I’ll assign you your own guard – James is with Damien right now’ She looked down in defeat.
‘I’m sorry Bas, it just makes me feel nervous. I can’t lose you now’ He let go of her hands and rubbed her upper arms before drawing her to him.
‘I promise I’ll come back to you’ he said as she nestled into his broad chest and her scent rose to him. ‘This is my job, and when Anton has been neutralised I can rest easy – and so can you, and Liam and Olivia as well.’ He squeezed her tight ‘Believe me, I don’t want to lose you either, and this is the best I can do to protect you as well as my King and my country.’ She drew back and looked up at him
‘That’s what you said before’ she said in a small voice.
‘I have Damien to help me this time, as well as all my men.’ Bastien went on reassuringly ‘He’s got a good reputation – he’s the best man for the job. We have the advantage this time too. We know where Anton is and if we move fast enough he won’t be ready for us’ She smiled wanly
‘When are you going?’ she asked
‘Soon, Lewis will call when we’re ready to go’ he said, and took her over to the couch, sitting and drawing her down next to him, wrapping her in his embrace. She rested her head on his chest again, and this time he inclined his head so that his chin rested on hers and her hair tickled his nose. He took a deep calming breath which she subconsciously copied. He felt her warmth and closed his eyes to commit every sense of her to memory so he could recall it when he needed the strength to remember his purpose. He felt the vibration of the phone in his pocket. Lewis was calling him away.
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Riley held on to the door handle of the SUV grimly as Drake barrelled down the track toward the tarmacked road. She knew rebuking him for rattling her around like an egg in a carton would do no good – in fact he might show off his driving skills more, so she gritted her teeth and endured. He chatted amiably as if his driving was the most natural normal thing in the world.
‘You really showed some skill catching fish for dinner’ he said ‘Next time I’ll leave you by the lake and I’ll go off after bigger game’ A vision of him coming back down the track with a deer across his shoulders briefly flashed through her imagination, and she shook her head to get rid of the image. She wondered whether it would be better not to tell him outright that roughing it had been a little harder than she had imagined.
It wasn’t that she liked her creature comforts – a decent bathroom for one – but a little more concession to modern life would have been nice. At least the bed had been comfortable, she told herself.
Ah, the bed. A smile flickered across her face and fixed itself as she remembered the times between the fishing and cooking and hiking. Their limbs entangled, lips grazing over bare skin, fingertips caressing, stroking and pressing. Waves of pleasure that seemed to go on forever before ebbing away leaving the glow of satiation, only to begin again just as she thought they were done. Those times were incredible – she could forgive him anything in return for what he gave to her without holding back anything. She gave her all in return, and the memory of former lovers faded into insignificance.
At last they turned onto the main road, and she breathed a sigh of relief. He turned up the music and started to sing at the top of his lungs. She laughed at his choice and couldn’t help but sing along with him.
‘Country roads, take me hooooome to the plaaaace I belooooooong’ but even as she sang, laughter bubbling up under the words, she couldn’t help but wonder where ‘home’ was – for her, for Drake…did they belong together? It hadn’t been long since they had admitted their feelings for each other but she felt as if she’d met her soulmate. Could she make her home here in this odd little country? Would he follow her back to New York if she asked? Would he want to go back to where he was born, in Texas? What would they do to make a living? She looked over at him and he grinned back at her before paying attention to the road again. She resolved to put her thoughts aside for now and go with the flow.
They drew into the courtyard at Applewood, and Drake frowned.
‘There’s not many vehicles here’ he mused, looking at the row of parked cars, noting that the limos were still there, but all but one of the SUVs were missing. That meant Liam was still there, but a good portion of Bastien’s men were elsewhere. He couldn’t make sense of it, and went straight to the security suite. He found Phillipo there, widely recognised as Lewis’s right hand man, just as Lewis was to Bastien.
‘What the hell’s going on – where’s Bastien?’ he questioned him as he looked up from his desk.
‘Walker’ he acknowledged ‘Mr Lykel is out in the field’
‘I thought he wasn’t on active duty anymore’ he quizzed him ‘Didn’t he send James and Damien out to do that?’
‘Captain Lykel said to give you this’ he said, handing him an envelope. He tapped the side of his nose in a gesture he knew the Guard used in situations where it was possible that others could overhear them. He frowned and opened his mouth, but the other man shook his head to caution him to silence. He nodded and took the envelope, going back out into the courtyard to Riley. She raised her eyebrows in query and he took her hand.
‘Let’s go for a walk’ he said ‘I need to think’ he showed her the envelope, pressing his finger to his lips, and they set off toward the orchard. Once there, he leaned against the trunk of a tree and opened it, Riley watching but saying nothing, aware that he needed to concentrate. The note was handwritten, and he recognised Bastien’s neat square letters.
Walker
I still cannot be certain that I have discovered all of Constantine’s covert surveillance devices so send this to you in the strictest confidence. Look to see if the seal has been tampered with. There is a small possibility that others may know of any remaining devices and have use of them. Use the utmost discretion as to who to discuss the contents of this letter with and destroy it as soon as you can. I have faith that you know who you can trust, but be cautious.
Nazario and James have tracked Severus and two other men to Valtoria. You know the state of affairs there. In two days’ time the Lantern festival will be held, and Liam and Olivia will attend with the rest of the court. Before then, I go with the Guard to flush Anton out and neutralise him. I plan not to take an active part, but you know these things sometimes change.
If I know you as well as I might, I know your first thought will be to follow me. I urge you to stay where you are and protect Riley and Sophia, and help if you can to observe and protect Liam and Olivia. Take note of anything and anyone that appear suspicious. I trust you to do the right thing to protect those you and I hold dear. If by any chance you do not see me again, do what you can for Sophia. If all goes well, by the time the lantern ceremony takes place, Anton will no longer be a threat.
Take care son
Bastien
He sat and stared at the letter before handing it to Riley to read. He stood and paced while she read it and when she had finished, he took it back and tucked it inside his shirt.
‘We need to find Sophia and talk to her’ he said.
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There was a note of panic in the voice of the person on the other end of the phone.
‘The lantern festival, your Majesty? We haven’t held that for years. The Duchess didn’t like strangers in the grounds after the Duke passed on’
‘I thought it would be appropriate to revive it in celebration of the change of monarch. You know, letting go of the old and making a wish for the future.’ Liam explained levelly. ‘I know it’s asking a lot, but all the other Duchies are arranging charity events. Surely as a loyal Valtorian you’d wish to raise money for a worthy cause in your area? I’d heard the orphanage needs some renovation’
‘Of course your Majesty, it’s just that it’s such short notice’ The woman, Gladys, claimed to be head of staff at Valtoria Manor. She had submitted a list of all those on staff, and Bastien had put one of his men on to vetting them properly. So far nothing suspicious had come up. All were from families who had been born in the Duchy. There were no examples of criminal records and none of the names cropped up as sympathisers of anti Monarchy groups.
‘Are you able to offer accommodation?’ he asked ‘I know the Duchess was rather – reclusive in her latter years, but I remember visiting it as a child and staying in the state rooms’
‘I – of course all the rooms were maintained properly even after we closed the gates to guests, but I’m not sure if we have the linen or bedclothes…’
‘Send a list of what you need to my head of household. Now the Palace is closed for renovations we have plenty to spare, or we can provide funds to buy new. If staffing is a problem, I can send a team to help with the organisation of the festival. Some of the other venues are taking advantage of their expertise.’ He drew himself up into his regal posture, even though she could not see him. It changed the timbre of his voice as he continued – deeper and more commanding but with an air of sympathy. ‘Gladys, I’m sure you understand that after the attack at the coronation, Cordonia needs some positive news and goals. I sincerely hope I can count on you to help your duchy make a contribution’ There was a short silence at the other end of the line.
‘Of course your Majesty, I’ll do my best’
‘Excellent, I’ll send someone over to help you’ He ended the call, smiling in triumph.
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Damien took control of his breath, steady and even as he approached the driveway of Valtoria Manor. It was well that he was a good mimic, and ever since he had landed in Cordonia he had listened carefully to the people around him. It helped that he had Bastien as an example of the accent in the preceding years. He didn’t expect to pass as native to the country, but explain that his Cordonian parents had moved to America when he was young, hence the faint accent and sketchy knowledge of their culture and customs. He hope it would be enough to make anyone he encountered comfortable with his manner of speaking. The gates were closed and he drew the car level with the intercom, getting out and pressing the call button.
After a short while it crackled into life, and a woman answered curtly
‘Hello – state your business please’
‘Hi, you’re expecting me I hope. King Liam asked me to come and help you organise the lantern festival. He’s recently taken me on staff to assist with all the forthcoming events.’ There was a short silence before the gates swung open and he got back into the car to drive in. Bastien had suggested he wear a wire, but he refused, saying it was too risky. He did however have a listening device in the car, and he spoke quietly as he swung the vehicle into the courtyard to see a woman stepping forward to meet him.
‘Nazario to Lykel. I’m in’
Next Chapter 12 Just Desserts?
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BLADES BLADES BLADES
(long rambling post about the finale ahead)
I simply have no words. @playchoices this book is FREAKING GOD-TIER and I LOVE IT SO MUCH and I don't say this lightly. I can honestly be singing praises to Blades until the end of my days. I fell in love with it at first sight but it was aging like a fine wine with every chapter and becoming even better. I really hope book 2 will be equally powerful and I believe in the writers and the team, they've got to deliver. I don't even mind for them taking the time, even though I will miss the book so much. It was my greatest quarantine joy and made the first half of my 2020. Here are my messy thoughts about the finale because I have finally found something new to nerd out about and Blades deserves all the love in the world.
First, the fight was epic. The Shadow Court lady was gorgeous, even though we had to end her. Nia the Dreadlord was SO ICONIC. The way she wanted to break through the darkness, how she controlled it, and her self-sacrifice. Speaking of which, I really regret not letting the timer run out, because, from the experience of Bloodbound, I knew there had to be something interesting, but I didn't have much time to think and kinda assumed that if you don't kill Nia she just kills herself or the Dreadlord does it or something. But I saw screenshots of everyone dying and... wow. It especially hit me how Tyril fought until the end, even when he was already stabbed - characters with that much inner passion and determination are my everything, and it was so sad and definitely how he didn't deserve to go. I'm kind of a sucker for dark endings that show "what could have been" and aren't actually canon or can be avoided (like in It Lives series), because they have a lot of depth and this alternate reality makes you really appreciate the times with your LI and friends.
The Nia art was AHHHHHHH. How come this book blessed me with such amazing, epic LIs and I'm supposed to choose between them??? I adore all of them, but I have a special soft spot for Nia and Tyril since their stories are truly god-tier. I romanced Nia from the very first chapter (and then Imtura a bit), but switched to Tyril recently, and I don't regret it one bit because he's amazing and incredible and I love him so much. But during these scenes where MC told Nia to resist darkness I was constantly thinking of how it would hit differently if I romanced Nia until the end, because I'm a MASSIVE SUCKER for tropes when someone's pure love breaks the spells or darkness in the other person. It kinda reminded me of the Bloodbound finale when the LI did it for us. I just have to replay one day and romance Nia, even though it will be sooo hard for me not to flirt with Tyril.
I knew the fandom would explode at the option of flirting with Aerin. I myself am not a huge fan of romancing him but I chose the seduction option anyway because I was curious, and it failed me because I didn't have history with him which cracked me up so much 😂 Then Kade punched him and it was truly something - you go, Kade! I wonder what consequences will it have in book 2, I was almost debating setting him free so we could see him again. He was a good villain. I also laughed at the "sack of potatoes" line.
MC with the Blade of Light was just... I FELT that writing. Like there was fire inside them. Like they were fire. Speaking of which, the writing in the finale was so, so good, I can't remember when it was that good for the last time. It was worth all the hiatuses.
THE SCENE WITH MEDALS GAVE ME SUCH A HUGE STAR WARS A NEW HOPE ENDING VIBE. I was so proud of the squad, they've come so far and reached a better understanding of themselves on a personal level.
I played a 30 diamond scene with Tyril and I'm speechless. I honestly don't know where I can ever find someone like him because he raises my relationship standards so highly. It was wonderful to go on a real date with him and have some relaxed fun as a couple. He said "my MC" and oh my freaking God that was awesome. Their romantic exchanges are always the best. They are cute, poetic, sincere and don't feel forced. There were so many indications of true love between them, and it's like PB wanted to feed us Tyril stans well today because the scene was simply neverending (I was playing it for such a long time, it seemed endless) and they just kept professing their love for each other and that's how you write satisfying, amazing diamond scenes that you don't regret buying and would buy all over again (take note, Witness). I'm a huge Damien Nazario stan and finally I found a LI with diamond scenes that are just as epic and emotionally charged as his. I feel like Tyril and MC's dynamics even remind me of Damien and MC's a little bit (and the two do have some similarities, but I'll probably make another post about it someday)
And the sex!!! I'm not a huge smut fan because I'm ace/demisexual and those things are not very relatable for me (that's also why books like The Nanny Affair are a bit cringe to me, just not my piece of cake), but I LOVE good sex scenes where the two characters have a strong emotional connection and genuine love for each other (totally a demisexual point of view). I was smiling and giggling like a little girl, especially when they were talking about making sounds and doing it in public (again, I somehow thought back to the Eiffel Tower scene with Damien/Dames and it made me laugh). And then he said those beautiful things like "you complete me" and ahhhh... Tyril loves us so much. We love him so much, too. MC just wants to be with him and assures that he grew as a person, even if he always doubts himself. It's true, he had the most amazing character development.
I will have to fully stick to romancing Nia on the next replay, I'm curious what her diamond scene was like. I have a feeling it's just as adorable and wholesome and has a lot of complexity. God, I really felt for a second like she's gonna die, PB gave me a scare as it did feel final and I was like "did they really just...?". I don't know much about other LI scenes but I heard Imtura's was cute (and you could shout "that's my orc girlfriend" which itself is great), and Mal wanted to open the orphanage and wow I'm so proud. On a related note, it's freaking great that they give all LIs similar scenes but don't copy-paste their dialogues like in some books, there are clear differences as they all have a unique distinctive personality. And, I forgot to mention that Threep and Loola are the best bat-kitties! (even though they wouldn't approve of this term)
I was on my second hour of playing that chapter (yeah, it was like, the longest one ever! Maybe it's because I was excitedly sharing screenshots with a friend and freaking out the whole time) when the book finally seemed to be coming to an end. I love how my MC fell asleep in Tyril's arms and then we had this nightmare that foreshadowed book 2. I'm glad they gave us a glimpse of what to expect (imagine if we didn't know it will have a sequel, plus the finale had a bit of a standalone feeling, and then boom! Surprise). I fully hope this book will have a book 2, book 3, and a Christmas special 😂 It's just so, so incredible, and this universe deserves expanding like no other.
I hope PB knows how we all collectively love it, and I also hope they'll learn from the success of Blades and will write more books where the funny banter and serious moments are balanced, the friendship group feels natural and like a family, the plots are breathtaking and the LIs are god-tier. It's obvious how much heart Andrew and the crew put into it, and I'll be patiently waiting for book 2, however long it takes. Hopefully, not too long, but like they said, masterpieces take time to create!
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Dessert
Perfect Match - Damien x MC
Choices November Challenge: Day 10- Food
Rated: M for implied eventual smut; some innuendo
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A/N: Here's a little slice of fluff for you guys, for a change! This is my submission for Day 10 of the Choices November Challenge: Food. It also fulfills an anonymous request for a prompt that's been in my inbox for ages "I'll bend you over my knee right now."
The smell of lemon wafted in the air from a package lying next to the stove, where Damien was working. Humming softly along with the song playing on radio, he finished laying out the graham cracker crust on the pan and then set it aside. Then he proceeded to empty some cream cheese into a mixing bowl and was preparing to mix it when he suddenly remembered another vital ingredient.
“Ah, damn it . . . Maya pass me the sugar?” Damien angled his head to the left where his girlfriend was standing on a chair, searching shelves for ingredients. He heard her move, but a few seconds passed and no sugar yet. He sighed. Aaand this is why I do most of the cooking around here. Thankfully. “Maya, the dinner is tonight and we’re already-”
A small pair of arms wrapped around his waist and Damien rolled his eyes, unable to hold back the smile that’d instantly appeared on his face. “What are you doing?” He asked knowingly. As if in response, her cheek pressed into his back.
“Whatever do you mean by that?” She asked sweetly.
“You know what I mean,” he chuckled. “Now can you please just find the sugar?”
Maya shrugged, feigning innocence in her tone. “I found it.” She didn’t move from her spot even as she said that.
“What does that even-” Damien stopped himself, instantly realizing what she was implying. “Wait. No. Don’t even-”
“. . . ‘Cause you’re sweeter than sugar.”
He shut his eyes and let out a loud groan of exasperation. Behind him, Maya started giggling. “Why do I even bother with you?”
“Aww come on,” she slid around from behind to rest her chin on his shoulder. “You know you love it.”
Damien kept his eyes on the cream cheese in the mixing bowl, trying not to get distracted by her warm breath against his ear. “I honestly can’t tell right now if you genuinely can't find the sugar or if you’re just this bad at pick-up lines."
She huffed, mock-offended. “How rude! And here I thought we were gonna have dessert tonight . . .” Maya gave him a long kiss on his cheek and then drew back, moving to walk away only to find herself backed into the counter, trapped from both sides by his arms braced against the surface.
"Now hold up just a second." Damien shook his head at her. “You wanted to make cheesecake, so I got all the ingredients out, and now you’re trying to get us sidetracked.” His hands moved from the counter to her back, traveling down till they reached her waist, then pulled himself closer to her so abruptly that she grabbed his shoulders for support. He locked eyes with her for a few seconds, then smirked. “Maya, did you actually want to make dessert tonight or were you just looking for an excuse to use that line?"
“Now that’s just unfair,” Maya pouted. “Can’t I just love you and want dessert?”
He shrugged. "Depends on which definition of 'dessert' we're talking about here."
"Pfft, you know exactly what I'm talking about."
"Well in future, use less terrible lines."
“If it was so terrible, why do you have me up against the counter right now?” She raised an eyebrow suggestively.
Well she certainly had him there.
Conflicted, Damien looked between the current mess of the kitchen and the clock. "You're going to make us late."
"Sooo? That's never stopped you in the past," she cooed softly, brushing her hips against his. "But if you're too burned out from all this cooking, I understand."
“I’m warning you, doll.” His palms pressed firmly against her bottom and she shivered lightly. “You keep running your mouth like that, I’ll bend you over my knee right now.”
Maya brought her face closer to his, then licked her lips. “Then why don’t you do it . . . Sir?”
Damien cursed under his breath and immediately hoisted her over his shoulder, striding towards the bedroom with purpose. Maya let out a surprised squeal and beat her fist playfully against his back. He responded with a light smack! to her bottom.
“Wait! You didn’t pre-heat the oven yet, did you?!”
“Goddamn it! Wait here while I check . . .”
The cheesecake could wait, for Damien Nazario had already decided what he wanted for dessert tonight.
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Distraction - Damien x MC (Mature)
Summary: Athena pays a visit to the detective’s office.
A/N: Yes yes I know this particular is has been written over and over again by almost all Damien writers but idc, here’s my interpretation of it. Also havent written smut since last year so I’m out of practice ahh
Word Count: 3775
Warnings: Erotica, mature content, 30 diamond scene, 18+ - how are we tagging this again?
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Damien Nazario sighed, running a hand over his face as he stared at the contents of the file in front of him. Stress had sunken into ever pore of his skin, his back was aching from being crouched over his desk for so long, eyes sore from staring at the screen and in the back of his head, a migraine was threatening to break out. It was late, much later than he should have been staying at the office but he couldn’t help it… he was close… so close to cracking this case that if he left it now, he might never solve it at all. Now if he went over these facts one more time, surely there was something he was missing here…
Victim was found in the side alleyway of a street… something about a knife… wait… what knife..?
‘Hey D! How’s it going?’
A cheerful voice cut through his concentration and his thought process came screeching to a halt. Damien gave out an exasperated sigh, annoyed that he’d been disturbed, looking up to see his girlfriend Athena Park entering his office, her thick trench coat almost getting caught in the door as she closed it behind her.
‘Wow Damien, and you tell me off for making a mess.’
He followed her eyes to see the tangle of papers, Post-Its, case notes and red string he’d been using to construct his evidence board strewn across the room and on every available surface.
‘Uhh.. yeah.’
Athena’s dark eyes landed on him, sitting amidst the chaos, fingers ink stained from where he was scribbling his suspicions down on a rag of paper. ‘Let me guess… lost track of time?’
He shrugged tiredly. ‘I’m so close ‘Thena. I can feel it. Why can’t I crack this?’
She sauntered over to him, heels clicking on the tiled floor as she picked her way towards his desk. ‘You’ll get it D. I know you will. You just need a break.’ She planted a kiss on the top of his head, feeling the cogs of his mind still turning over every angle of this case. She ran her hands through his hair, massaging his scalp gently. ‘You need to relax. You’re so tense baby. At this rate you’ll have a full head of white hair before you’re 40.’
‘I know but I’ve almost got it.. There’s something here that I’m just not seeing,’ Damien replied absentmindedly as her hands slipped down his neck to knead his strong shoulders. He let out a gasp of relief as her hands made their way over a particularly stubborn knot.
‘You’ll never get any work done if you’re so stressed,’ Athena murmured in his ear having bent down so she was within earshot. ‘Luckily for you I have the perfect distraction.’
Damien barely had time to react before she’d manoeuvred herself between him and the desk. His mouth fell open to ask what she was doing when he caught the mischievous glint in her eye. A low hum of satisfaction escaped her as her hands ghosted up her body, smoothening over her trench coat as she slowly unbuttoned it. His breath caught in his throat, swallowing thickly at the black lacy bra that hugged her breasts perfectly.
‘Did you…’ He wet his lips, unable to speak at the sight of her, a pulse of heat coursing down his body to his cock.
She chuckled, parting the trench coat to reveal nothing else but a matching lace thong and a garter belt underneath, complimenting her rich skin perfectly. ‘Come all the way here only wearing this?’
Another surge of heat rippled through his body at the visualisation of his girlfriend’s boldness. She would have had to catch two trains to come see him, he calculated, only imagining the dozens of people she would have had to pass to get here, all unaware of her little secret under that trench coat. Damien swallowed again, finding it harder and harder to maintain his focus, so dragged up on the sight of her that he could barely focus on what he’d been doing earlier. Her dark eyes glinted, daring him to give in, to give up and take her right here and now. But the rational side of his mind still prevailed.
What had he been doing earlier…? Something about a case, the notes..
‘I should… I should get back to work,’ he choked out, cock begging for release inside his pants while the rational side still held out against the desire that was threatening to consume him.
Athena’s smug expression wavered, a tiny motion undetectable to the untrained eye but Damien was trained in a hard school and the effect was not lost on him. She held his gaze for one burning moment, allowing the fire to build and build inside him until he was just about to give in when she snapped her coat shut.
‘You’re right. Its important work. The last thing you need is a distraction,’ she mused, pushing herself off the table and walking around it.
Now that he’d seen what was underneath, Damien couldn’t for the life of him get the visual of her ass in that lace thong out of his mind and ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to calm himself down. Glancing up his eyes widened.
‘W-what are you doing?’
‘Hmm?’ Athena looked at him innocently from where she was sitting in the chair on the other side of his desk. Her trench coat lay on the floor with the rest of the mess, leaving her clad in only her lingerie, perfectly aware of the way his eyes seemed to be anchored to her chest. ‘I’m helping. I’m not about to put a good outfit to waste.’
‘Uh-huh,’ Damien choked out, barely able to concentrate with his girlfriend teasing him so mercilessly.
All thoughts of the case had been banished from his mind now that she was sitting almost naked in his office, looking every bit the cliche sexy secretary she was attempting to project and goddamn if it wasn’t working perfectly on him, alighting a particular fantasy he’d never realised he’d had. It wouldn’t have taken much, she was practically begging for it right now, for him to shove the desk out of the way and devour her until she was screaming his na-
‘Where do these go?’ Athena’s voice pierced through his fantasy, holding up a stack of files. His cheeks reddened at her catching him lusting so openly over her.
‘That cabinet,’ he replied, barely trusting himself to speak two words. Damien barely bit back a moan, breath catching in his throat when he got a view of her ass in that thong, as she got up from the chair, his cock screaming for release, as he wondered why in his right mind he was resisting. He dropped his head into his hands, willing himself to focus.
‘Oops!’
His head picked up at the sound of Athena’s voice as she bent to pick up the piece of paper she had not-so-subtly dropped and when his eyes landed on her, they grew wide at the sight of a jewelled plug resting between her ass cheeks.
Suddenly he was on his feet, spinning her around with his strong arms and she now faced him, lips inches away, breasts heaving. One of his hands held her chin, while the other returned to her ass manipulating the plug embedded there.
‘Was this your intention all along Miss Park? For me to take you like some cliché porn secretary, bend you over my desk making you cum on my cock?"
Athena moaned at his question, feeling the plug pushing into her ass. She slid her hand between them, down to his groin and began to rub Damien's cock through the front of his pants. ‘I’m glad you finally noticed…. sir.'
A low growl sounded from the back of his throat, making her grin wide as she knew she’d found his trigger. ‘Fucking tease.’
Athena was about to shoot back with a snarky reply when Damien pulled roughly at the tiny strip of fabric connecting the two cups of her bra, ripping it off her body.
‘Da-‘ She protested but he didn’t let her finished, interrupting her with a searing kiss that set a fire under her skin.
Moaning, she threaded one hand into his hair pulling him closes while the other fumbled with the buckle of his belt. Damien broke the kiss long enough to stare into her eyes with an intensity that had her creaming instantly before he reattached his mouth to her neck, biting and sucking hard enough that evener dark skin wouldn’t mask the marks left behind. He licked a fiery trail from her collarbone down to her nipple, taking it into his mouth.
Athena bit her lip as he worked the small bud, swirling his tongue around it while he tweaked the other. She arched into his touch, his pants were now fully open and she rubbed his hard cock through his boxer briefs.
‘Damien I need… I want…'
He removed his hands and mouth from her, leaving her gasping at the lack of contact, the breeze from the air conditioner cooling the line he’d licked into her skin, making it dimple with goosebumps.
‘You think you can come into my office, disturb my work and get away with it?’ He tipped her chin with the tip of his finger so her lust filled eyes met his. ‘No baby, you’re only cumming when I say you can. Understand?’
She could barely nod, rubbing her thighs together, driven almost wild with desire in her desperation for him, for her release. Damien’s eyes looked almost black as they stared into hers.
‘Answer the question Athena. Do you understand?’
‘Yes sir.’
‘Good.’
Without warning, Damien hooked his hands under her ass, hoisting her into his arms and she crashed her lips onto his as he began to walk them back to his desk. He cleared it with one smooth swipe and set her down on it. Damien paused to strip off his jacket and tie, grinned devilishly at the sight of her before moving back in front of her, reaching around and grabbing her ass with both hands just where it met her legs. He easily lifted her setting her on the edge of the table, lowering his mouth to hers. As he kissed her she wrapped her, now dangling legs around his waist and pulled him close. She could feel his cock rub her mound through his boxers, unable to suppress a moan.
Slowly, deliberately, at a pace that tested her patience, he began to move lower, kissing lightly biting her neck around from ear lobe to ear lobe. Now she began to rock her hips into him, holding him tight with her legs around his lower back. Athena began to moan loudly as her clit rubbed on the stiff fly of his open jeans. Damien pushed lower, through the grip of her legs entwined around him, as she looked again to the reflection in the office window, she could see her legs had pulled his shirt up slightly, as he began to lick and suck on her breasts, again lightly biting her nipples, his rough hands massaging them both as well.
As he continued down to kiss and caress her stomach, she could now see the well-defined muscles of back as her feet continued to hold his white work shirt as he moved down the front of her body. Athena moved her legs from around him, placing her heels on the table next to her ass for support as she worked at the buttons.
Damien lifted his arms and allowed her to roll his shirt off as he continued to kiss her midsection. Her hips pushed up into his chest now, urging him further down as she began to feel her wetness flowing down along the crevice of her ass to where the plug was nestled. She leaned back further placing one hand on his well-toned shoulder, subconsciously urging him down.
Damien paused just before his mouth reached the hem of her thong, running his fingers across her wet slit and nearly throbbing clit. Athena moaned, encouraging him forward, trying to apply some pressure on his shoulder to push him onward toward her pussy. She looked down at him as he looked up, smiling as he held her stare, hooking him thumbs on the sides of her underwear and yanking the fabric off her with one easy motion. He blew lightly on her glistening mound and Athena moaned in anticipation, silently begging him to burying his face in her folds, but instead he moved to the side next to her opening, licking slowly up along the crease between her thigh and hip
"Uhhhh...pllleeeaaase..." Athena moaned, hanging her head backward, she lifted her hips in a vain attempt to find his tongue, as she felt further moisture make its way along her ass towards the table below.
Damien laughed softly at her desperation deviously twisting the plug in her ass. Again he moved toward her needy core and then teasingly to the side, licking along the opposite thigh. Athena's hips rocked upward, again searching in vain. ‘Do you like me teasing you Athena?’
‘Fuck.. ahh. Damien please..’
‘Please what?’
‘Please sir.’
He moved closer to her soaking lips he could see her moisture flowing from her pussy and running down between her ass now. Now finally, Damien centered his tongue at the lowest point of her glistening pussy. Athena felt his warm breath as finally his tongue met her lips. Ever so softly he ran the tip of his tongue up the full length of her tight slit, ending with a flick across the nub of her throbbing clit, eliciting a strangled gasp from her. She felt the tip of his finger apply just slight pressure to her sex just as Damien mouth went to her slit his tongue probing deep between her lips and licking from bottom to top. She moaned finally feeling the full effect of his mouth on her pussy, and the sensation from the plug in her ass. She reached down with one hand and grabbed at his dark hair to try and hold him there and provide some support for the feelings that rose in her radiating up from between her legs. He licked her expertly, knowing exactly what to do to urge her body towards her climax while all she could do was grab at her own breast massaging as she continued to moan, arching her back off the table.
Just as she was about to near the edge, Damien suddenly pulled away… again.
She started to protest but the dark look in his eyes warned her against it as he stood over her.
‘Are you ready for me Athena?’ He asked, voice low as he dragged his eyes over her. He needed to hear her say it, for her to tell him just how much she wanted him. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, staring at him in the light of the desk lamp, the only thing that was still on the table besides her, casting a glow across his muscled form. Her core throbbed with need as she glanced down to his crotch where his cock was ready for her, straining against his boxers, the only barrier between them now.
She gave him a devilish grin. ‘Yes sir.’
His hands were on her hips instantaneously, spinning her around so that she was facing away from him. her chest was pressed against the cool wood of the desk.
‘Are you ready Athena?’ He asked again, toying with her now, teasing her entrance with the tip of his cock.
'Yes, sir,' she responded, pushing her ass back on his hardened cock, hoping he would just put it in her already. He refused to give in, taking his time teasing her until she was at her wits end actions eased slightly as he pushed gently between her shoulder blades, bending her over the desk. She gasped slightly as her hard nipples meet and rubbed on the wooden top. He was quiet for so long that Athena looked back over his shoulder watching as he pushed his boxer briefs to the floor. She moaned and licked her lips as she saw his thick cock spring free. Damien took at half step back. He could see her pussy, lips glistening with moisture that also coated her thighs where the plug was still nestled in her firm ass. His cock hardened further as she slowly ground her hips into the desk, silently begging for him. He held himself at her entrance for a moment longer before his desire overcame him and he finally pushed himself into her.
Both of them moaned deeply as he pushed into her tight hole. 'Mmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhh…yeeessss,' she exclaimed.
Damien felt the head of his cock force its way easily into the tight opening, lubricated by Athena's juices he continued to slowly push into her, half inch by half inch. Pushed to the very edge, Athena could already feel her orgasm build as soon as he entered her. This slow press into her depths kept the feeling building but only delayed any relief. It was one of the best feelings she decided, amidst the intense pleasure surging through her. No one ounce fill her as totally and completely as Damien, certainly no one she’d ever been with in the past could measure up either length or width. At this angle, he pressed hard onto the g-spot on the front wall of her pussy and still it pressed forward, exploring her depths.
Finally, Damien's thighs hit the back of her legs and ass, his balls coming to rest against her clit. She moaned, tightening her walls further to force some movement as he waited, his cock buried inside and filling her. Damien enjoyed the feeling as she squeezed his cock tightly then he slowly flexed his ass, his thighs pressing against the softness of her, pushing just slightly further with each small slow thrust keeping his cock fully embedded between. They’d barely started and already she could feel the wave of pleasure begin to come to a crest, the relief she desired was almost here.
'Oooooohhhhh god!' Athena exclaimed, feeling his cock pressing on her g-spot, his balls rubbing her clit, fuller than she had ever been with the plug inside her too. 'I'm so close to cumming.'
The head of his cock just teasing her opening was keeping her so close but not letting her climax finally crest. She trying to push back against him and force his cock deeper inside but he was able to control her movement with his thighs. Hands on her hips, Damien continued to tease her.
‘Make me cum on your cock,’ Athena burst out, unable to take it any longer. ‘Please...'
Damien’s voice echoed from behind her. ‘Please what?'
‘Please sir!’
She’d barely finished yelling, when Damien stood up, slamming his cock deep inside of her gripping hard to her hips. His balls slapping against her clit, he began to truly fuck her sliding halfway out before driving his cock deep inside her again sawing across her g-spot as his fingers worked the plug in her ass. Almost instantly Athena's orgasm crashed over her. Her back arched as her stomach clenched her ass and legs shaking as she felt clenched around his cock.
‘Ooohhhhhh…fuck...Damien!!'
The dam inside her finally exploded bathing her in a wave of pleasure so intense she could barely breathe. Damien was in awe at the sigh of her, sweat forming on her back and ass, a slight quiver in her legs but he continued to thrust, determined to work her through a second orgasm. As he saw his girlfriend's breathing start to get heavy again, he knew she was ready for more and sped up his thrusts, trying to push down and focus the pressure on the front wall of her pussy and g-spot. He reached to the plug in her ass and pulled slightly adding some pressure to the silver jewel that held it in place. Athena was moving with him now, both their bodies slamming together in loud wet sounds that echoed through his office.
The desk began to shift slightly under the force of their fucking, moving in jerking motions towards the wall opposite them. Both of them were now slick with sweat and Damien noted the tiny droplets glistened on her back and ass before his gaze dropped further to watch her take all eight and a half inches of his cock like a pro and their mixed juiced that coated his shaft forming a frothy ring at its base. Athena’s breathing began to sound laboured and he could tell the second wave was nearing its crest and began to slowly pull the plug out of her ass as he slammed his cock deep inside her pussy and if his timing was right...
‘Oh Damie- Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!! !' Athena screamed, as he pulled the plug from her ass stretching her wide just the second wave of orgasm crashed. 'Oh, oh, oh, oh god, oh god, oh god.’ She moaned as wave after wave of orgasm flowed over her almost continually now.
She grasped desperately at the desk, one hand above her head the other down next to her hip. Her head alternated from burying her face in her shoulder and looking forward gasping for air. grinding herself into the table as she legs began to shake uncontrollably. She clenched almost painfully around him and that did it for Damien. He drove drove his cock deep inside her pulsing sex a few more times before letting out a loud groan of her name.
‘Athenaaaa FUCK!’
He slammed into her, holding her ass tight against his hips as he coated the inside of her pussy in four thick spurts of cum thrust. Athena was now almost slumped on the desk as the pleasure that had sustained her through now faded leaving a warm glow of final release in her core. Damien fell forward to his elbows, his hands caressing the outer reaches of her breasts as the last pulses of orgasm issued from his cock, unable to think straight as all his focus was on breathing right now.
Athena turned her head to grin tiredly at him. ‘Guess I should distract you more often then huh?’
Damien placed a soft kiss on her lips. ‘If it ends like this, you can distract me anytime.’
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It’s okay, I’ve got you
Fandom: Choices, Perfect Match
Relationship: Damien Nazario X F!MC (Name: Peach Park)
Warnings: SO MUCH SMUT, ANGSTY (I hope), Tad FLUFF, safeword usage, Trauma, fingering, Papi Kink,
Word Count Total: 2393
A/N: I’ve been wanting to write some Damien angst and I thought this is a perfect time to get some angst in. The themes in this also coincided with the Monthly Challenge for August. This is for day 05 prompt:LET GO. Hopefully it fulfils the prompt and angst. Thanks and I love you all.
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Tagged: @choicesficwriterscreations @choicesmonthlychallenge @ephemeralsunsets @ravenpuff02 @cfwcadm @mrsnazariowritesagain
“Oh Papi!” Daddy!
Damien pressed her up against the wall of his bedroom door, taking in her soft moans and groans. Looking down at her arched back and shut eyes, open mouth that was his. His deft fingers disappeared under her skirt and between her velvet folds to reach her spot inside. He needed it tonight. It was the first day in court, Damien and his friends were called to bear witness against Cecile Contreras, listening to the judge read out several charges before convicting Cecile as guilty. Lifetime imprisonment which was something Damien was surprised by, judging by the fact that she held a high position and usually rich assholes got away with murder.
The hearing was a cause for celebration as he and Peach had dinner with their friends before they made their way home. Peach being the minx she was, let her hands flutter around his belt and bulge. Damien was frozen by her enchantment as her hands unbuckled the belt and slipped into his boxers, hands following the trail of hair before reaching the base of his cock. He smiled at the fact that he almost ran a red light at her ministrations but Damien’s interpol instincts kicked in. Now was just payback time as Damien teased her back.
He loved the way she would curl and bend for him, opening herself in a way no woman ever did. His two fingers sunk deep into her and Damien felt that he had reached her soul, her fingers clasped around his wrist to push deep. She looked like an angel and he felt like a demon corrupting beauty. She didn’t seem to mind as her other hand wrapped around the nape of Damien’s neck to tug him close for a kiss.
He could never get over the way her lips were soft against his chapped rough lips, like sandpaper against porcelain as Damien slipped his tongue past her lips. She was wearing the wine red lipstick again and Damien felt his cock go hard at the reminder of the mess it would make. It showed him her passion and love for him as his tongue brushed against Peach’s. He could taste the hot chocolate fudge cake she had for dessert which just made him groan harder against Peach. Flashes of her being slathered with chocolate and her coarse tongue running over her body to lick the sweet chocolate had him even harder and he needed to have her.
She was close as her moans quietened to silent cries, her rapid movements had her grip Damien tightly as he pulled his lips away to take a picture of her face. If he was challenged, Damien could paint the five different orgasm faces Peach made with a blindfold on. He brought his hand to her sternum to feel her rapid beat as his fingers moved rapidly, a third finger being added with pressed hard against her spot that made her whine. It was his favourite sound and he once came just from hearing her make the noise while fingering her. He planned to make this last all night as he choked at her tight clenching.
“Dejar ir mi amor.” Let go, my love.
She could never refuse him as she did what he asked, taking in the way her eyes snapped open to connect with Damien before she silently cried for release. Peach took a few moments to catch her breath, breathing in and out before her eyes caught Damien's, a loving smile to gift him.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"Let's take this to bed, D."
Her lover smiled softly and cupped her large thighs to lift her up into his arms. She was a little heavy but Damien loved to work hard for her, she deserved it. Plus he loved the way his palms would spread across the back of her thighs; he felt like he had the whole world in his hands, which was true. She was his world. Damien brought her to his bed and carefully set her down, watching as she began to unzip her dress.
He started to loosen his tie, tossing that to the floor along with his blazer. She sat ready in her underwear and brought her hands to the waist of his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping. Peach loved the way he stared deep into her souls, she still couldn’t believe he was hers. Damien was a constant in her life she never realised and she fell for him in the second year of their friendship. Nadia had gone to see family in Vermont but a heavy snowstorm had her trapped there. She was alone for her birthday. Well almost as the knock on her door around midnight said otherwise.
Damien was there with a tray of cupcakes and a case of beer, ready to celebrate her birthday and Peach felt loved at his compassion. He had managed to take his clothes off, ready to take Peach but she had control over him as she pulled his boxers down and started softly stroking his dick to distract him from his original plan. Sneaky minx as she smirked and carefully brought her lips to the tip. The lipstick rubbed off, the pretty deep red added colour and he couldn’t help but groan at the mess. He carried on and he felt like he could fall.
He couldn’t believe he was here with Peach as her kisses transported him to a whole other world, memories of the court flashed in his mind and he thought the room had changed for a brief moment. Damien blinked and was back in his room with Peach taking him in his mouth. Sure enough she was drowning in her own pleasure as Damien brought his eyes to hers and lifted her by his hands.
“Hermosa, I need to take you now!” Beautiful
Her lipstick had smudged around her mouth and Damien watched as she scooted back to the headboard, Damien prowled after her and loomed over her. Cecile flashed into his vision as Damien was taken aback, wondering if he was really with her or with Peach. He brought his head into the crook of Peach’s neck and focused on the feeling of her body to ground him from his coming nightmares. His fingers trailed down her soft stomach and down to her vagina. She had already taken her underwear off as they harmoniously moaned at the contact and wetness between her legs.
“Damien, you’re doing so well.”
Damien felt a chill across his back as he lifted his head to see if Peach heard what he heard but she was lost in him. It didn’t happen as Damien connected his lips to Peach, soon finding his rhythm and bringing himself back in the moment with her. He settled between her legs and sunk his penis deep inside of Peach’s vagina. Her loud moan had Damien smirk as he began rolling his hips with practise. Soon he could sense she was close as her second orgasm was much hoarser and scratchy, only repeating ‘Papi’ or ‘Damien’.
Just as he was about to thrust deep to push his love over the edge, his mind flashed back to the Eros facility, being strapped down for testing he was stuck. Peach felt Damien stutter with his thrust as she opened her eyes to see Damien with his eyes shut and bottom lip pursed between his teeth. She huffed at him teasing and took the moment to take over, bringing her hands to his shoulders and rolling over to straddle his lap, bouncing up and down to get to her pleasure. Peach didn’t know that Damien was stuck in his mental torments as Damien’s vision blurred between his room and the experimentation room.
“That’s it!”
Damien shuddered and Peach assumed it was with pleasure as she continued to moan, pushing harder and faster. Placing her hands on his chest and using that place to bring herself over the edge. Damien’s hands were resting against her hips but he felt his strength slowly drain. He managed to get back to his room with Peach when she pulled at his shoulder. He had forgotten he was with Peach as he focused on the way she bounced. Peach felt close to the edge but she needed a push, a strong powerful push.
He sat up to let his chest brush against her, once again trying to ground himself with her as he nuzzled into her neck, lazily thrusting up into Peach. His hands helped Peach to move and she brought one of her hands to her clit to bring herself closer. Damien couldn’t ruin her pleasure as he watched her arched back and shut eyes, open mouth. Peach. Damien let his lips brush against her neck and pressed soft kisses. Memories of needles being injected into his neck flashed and Damien tensed with fear, his hands squeezed her hips, she squealed at the feeling as she murmured ‘I love you’. Damien needed to get out as the violent images of his trauma started mocking him and taking a hold of him. He couldn’t breathe and felt cold sweat at the crown of his head.
Peach wouldn’t stop until she heard the safe word and he tried hard to remember it. Cecile and Rowan were taking hold and he finally snapped, the safe word coming instinctively.
“CHERRY!”
At that moment the temperature of the room dropped, and Peach stilled just as she heard the word. She was about to go over the edge but her pleasure was splashed with cold water. Damien shuddered and he began tearing up with fear, feeling shame, grief, regret wash over him. He ruined everything as he began to softly sob against Peach’s chest. She could feel warm tears drop on her shoulder as she carefully pulled herself out of him, bringing her palms to his cheeks, lifting his face to hers.
Tears had ran down his face as Peach brought her thumb to rub away the smudged lipstick near his lips. Shushing him quietly and sat with him crying in her arms, letting him empty himself onto her.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you.”
He broke down harder at her words, rambles of apologies sprawling out of his mouth and Peach felt tears brim in her eyes. She had never seen Damien like this, it terrified her as she let him sink into her; one hand massaged his scalp while the other rubbed at his shoulder. Her pleasure was long forgotten and Damien’s sobs had quieted to low sniffles before he lifted his head to Peach, noting she too had tears as he wiped at her eyes.
“Hermosa, I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry, Damien. I should have sensed you weren’t responding. I’m glad you used the safeword.”
“I��m sorry.”
“Damien, it’s okay. You're safe.” She placed gentle kisses on his eyes and forehead, her thumbs rubbing slow circles on his cheek as a sign of comfort. “Do you want to stay here or go to the shower?”
“Stay.”
Peach gave a nod and massaged his forearms, the familiar circles of comfort. The both of them remained still, basking in the warmth and softness of one another, Peach could feel her legs cramp a little and her back began to pain but Damien’s wellbeing and safety was more important. However, Damien knew Peach well because he could feel her legs tense up, she was probably feeling awkward sitting in his lap with her legs twisted weirdly as he leant back and brought Peach to his chest, feeling her legs relax slightly as she hummed. Damien was wrapped around her trying to be strong but she knew he just wanted to be hugged as she leaned into his ear, whispering softly.
“I’ve just got to go to the bathroom.”
Peach slowly got up out of bed and went out of the room to the bathroom to clean herself up. Damien lay in bed, staring deeply into the ceiling and taking a few breaths to purge the thoughts of Cecile, Rowan and the EROS experimentation facility in Japan. He felt the bed shift and Peach was laying on his right side, letting Damien nuzzle into her neck as Damien looped his arms over her waist. Her soft smell of orange calmed his nerves as he realised that her scent was the way to realise what is real and fake. He pressed a kiss to her collarbone as Peach ran her fingers through his hair, fingers gently untangling the knots in his long hair.
He owed Peach an explanation for what happened and why he reacted, it was the least he could do.
“I had memories of Cecile at the EROS facility. I guess seeing her in court today reminded me of the nightmares. I know she’s gonna be in for a long time, but the stuff she did, won’t go away. I can totally understand if you don’t want to listen or stay, but just know that I love you and I’m glad that you’re here, in this moment.”
Peach kissed his forehead and ran her fingers across the nape of his neck, feeling the shape and ridges. He was baring his soul to her and she didn’t have the strength to get up and walk away/ She shouldn’t and it is because she loves him undeniably.
“Cecile did terrible things and we may never get those nightmares to go away but I’m here every step of the way. You mean so much to me and I never want to leave. I love you and I want all of you: Your cynical charm, bravery and vulnerability.”
His heart warmed at her unwavering dedication and at this moment he knew he made the right choice as he pressed his lips against hers, taking in her slow soft movements and the way her lips softly suckled against his bottom lip. He let go of her lips and pressed his nose against her collarbone, breathing in her scent which was now mixed with his, her chest moved slowly and he felt the vibrations in her chest letting them lull him to sleep. Before he went, he spied at his jacket, hanging by the wardrobe door, in the pocket was a small black velvet box.
Maybe tomorrow morning he’d ask her, just for tonight he wanted to sleep in her arms and breathe in her sweet smell.
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Doomed Ship (ARD Alternate Ending)
Remember when I wrote a perfectly nice ending to A Royal Disgrace, where everyone lived happily ever after? Well, by popular request...here’s a different ending entirely. Diverges at chapter 10. The entirety of Perfect Match 1&2 and TRR3 happened between the end of ARD and this fic.
Pairing: Liam x Damien
Rating: M (I guess...fairly suggestive in parts but no smut)
Words: 5854
Damien bounced his phone in his lap anxiously, waiting for permission to turn it back on.
Finally the plane rolled to a stop, and he pushed the power button, still bouncing it nervously as he waited for it to connect to a network and download his messages.
I can’t wait to see you.
I hate that I can’t be there when you land. I’m sending someone to collect you.
You’re going to love Cordonia.
God I’ve missed you. I’ll see you tonight.
He tucked his phone back into his pocket, trying to fight the goofy grin that was determined to take over his face. Visiting the Cordonian royal palace was well outside of his comfort zone, but in a few short hours it was going to be more than worth it.
A familiar face met him at the terminal, holding a sign with “NAZARIO” printed in neat black letters. “Hey, Bastien! Good to see you again.”
Bastien nodded. “Good to see you, Mr. Nazario. I’ve been asked to escort you to the palace.”
He followed him out of the terminal to where his black armoured SUV was waiting. “Can’t say I expected to get the king’s personal bodyguard as my ride.”
Bastien held the door for him before getting into the driver’s seat himself. “Your safety during your visit is of utmost importance to His Majesty.”
He chuckled quietly to himself. This was too weird. He’d been mentally preparing for weeks to walk into Liam’s world, but it still felt surreal to be in a strange country as a guest of the royal family. “So we’re heading straight to the palace?”
“Yes,” Bastien answered. “A room has been prepared for you there.”
“Great.” He pulled out his phone to text Liam.
I’m on my way to the palace.
He stared at the screen nervously waiting for a response.
You’d better be.
Fuck. He bit his lip, ducking down so Bastien wouldn’t see his face in the rearview mirror. His face -- and, for that matter, the rest of him -- couldn’t be trusted not to respond involuntarily when Liam was feeling flirty.
When will I see you?
He saw three little dots appear and then disappear, over and over. Finally…
Soon, Love. I have one more quick meeting and then I’m yours.
His stomach did a little flip. Liam had been calling him that more often lately, and he’d yet to acknowledge it. As much as he cared for him, he couldn’t tell him he loved him, not now. Not when their future...hell, even their present...just seemed impossible.
A “doomed ship,” Kai called it once, when he was being drunk and careless and mean. Damien had to ask Sloane later what that meant. He hated that the words stuck in his brain, coming to mind every time he tried and failed to envision a life with the man he--
Fuck.
He tucked his phone into his pocket, focusing instead on the Cordonian scenery, barely visible through the deeply tinted windows at night. He could see the lights of the palace, now, though. Bathed in warm floodlights, it looked like something out of a fairy tale. For some reason his first thought upon seeing it was to wonder whether he would be able to wear his shoes inside. Were his socks matching today?
Stop being an idiot.
They were met by a porter at the door, who insisted on carrying his one modest carry-on bag to his room for him. The palace corridors were wide and ornately decorated, with oil portraits of past kings and queens adorning the walls. Damien read the names as they walked, none of them ringing any bells until he saw a handsome and stately older man in somewhat more modern dress. King Constantine. Liam’s father, who had been killed in an attack on the palace just a month prior. So many late night conversations, listening quietly as Liam had tried to talk through his feelings, his voice cracking with grief. Trying to fight back the feeling of panic knowing that Liam was the intended target...knowing he was too far away to protect him.
It felt so real now, seeing the portrait here, the date of his death freshly engraved beneath. He could imagine Liam wandering these halls, stopping here to stare, to try to feel a connection to what he lost.
He hoped to see a portrait of Liam next, imagining how regal he would look rendered on canvas like the others. But the next painting he came to was a coastal landscape.
Apparently this hall belonged to the dead kings only.
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Liam sat in his office talking about nothing of any specific importance with the visiting trade minister, focusing all his attention on smiling and making eye contact, keeping up the appearance of a good host.
Internally he chastised himself for not cancelling this meeting outright. Yesterday it had seemed so important to prove to himself that Damien’s visit wouldn’t interfere with his regular schedule. Now it seemed pointless. All he could think about was Damien all alone in his room at the other end of the palace, waiting.
The longer the meeting dragged on, the more his longing morphed into anxiety. Had he made it to his room OK? Had he found something to eat? Was he angry at how long he was having to wait?
“Will you excuse me a minute? I just need to attend to something.” The minister looked on in surprise as Liam stood and left the room, finding Bastien outside the door. “Could you have the kitchen send a meal up to my guest, please? If he hasn’t already requested something himself?”
Bastien nodded. “Anything in particular?”
“Something good. Your favourite. And a bottle of rum.”
“And should I let him know when to expect you?”
Liam glanced down at his watch anxiously. “Soon. I’ll be there before he’s done his meal. In fact, send my meal there as well.”
“Of course, Your Majesty.”
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Damien was beyond relieved when dinner was delivered to his door. He’d just spent 45 minutes trying to figure out what the food situation at the palace was, finally resigning himself to starvation before two plates of ravioli showed up at his door.
Two...that was odd. He wondered if he should wait for Liam to show up, but he was too hungry to hold onto that idea for long.
He was just finishing his meal when he heard another knock at the door.
Liam’s smile on the other side of the door knocked the wind right out of him.
“Hello, Damien.” He stepped forward tentatively, just barely crossing the threshold.
He looked good. As flawless as ever, really, and wearing a dark grey three-piece suit that made him look even more delicious than the last time he’d seen him. He wore stylish reading glasses that caused some sort of short-circuit in Damien’s brain for reasons he couldn’t entirely explain. “Fff-- fuuuu--”
Liam stepped closer, his brow knit with concern. “Are you OK?”
He realized he must look like he was having a stroke. Death by King Liam in a well-cut suit. No more attempts at words. He pulled Liam into the room by his tie, kicking the door shut after him, and pulled his lips against his own roughly.
When they finally broke apart, Liam chuckled warmly. He took off his glasses and tucked them into his jacket pocket. “You smudged them.”
“And I’m gonna crush them if you leave them in there. Take off your jacket.”
“Yes, sir.” He obliged, hanging it carefully in the closet while Damien waited. Liam glanced at him over his shoulder and smirked before slowly removing his vest, then sat in a wingback chair to remove his shoes.
“Take your time, Your Majesty,” Damien groaned.
Liam smiled brightly. “I will, thank you.” He loosened his tie, slipping it over his head and hanging it on the doorknob before slowly making his way back to where Damien stood next to the bed. “Hey,” he said softly, wrapping his arms around him and pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I missed you.”
Damien swallowed hard, melting against him. “I missed you too. So much. You have no idea.”
“I have some idea.” His kiss was gentle and patient and perfect. For the first time in months, Damien felt warm, safe, secure…home. How did he feel so at home in such a strange, foreign place?
He knew how. “Liam,” he sighed, need creeping into his voice. He sat down on the bed, Liam following him, leaning down over him to kiss him again.
He pushed Damien down, settling down against him, straddling his hips. “Damien, I love you.”
Damien frowned, propping himself up on his elbows. “Liam…”
“I know you’re not ready to say it. And we have a lot to talk about. But I can’t have that conversation without you knowing that I love you. It’s…” his voice cracked briefly with emotion, and he cleared his throat. “It’s important. It’s the most important thing.”
He stared up into Liam’s eyes, speechless. God, he was beautiful. And he did…care about him. So much. But… “Can we table this discussion for the moment? Please?”
“Mmm…” he sat back on his heels, unbuttoning his shirt. “...for a moment.”
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“I don’t know about you,” Liam panted, reluctantly pulling away from Damien’s naked body, “but I really need a drink.”
“Good thing somebody sent up a bottle of rum.” Damien sat up against the ornate headboard, pulling the sheet up to his waist.
Liam grabbed the bottle and poured the smooth amber liquid into two crystal tumblers. “Somebody must be very thoughtful. And probably very handsome.”
“And certainly very humble.” Damien accepted the drink gratefully, meeting Liam’s eyes for a long moment as their fingers brushed. He blushed and looked away.
“You weren’t so bashful a few minutes ago.” Liam settled back into the bed, sliding his legs against Damien’s beneath the sheets. He grinned as Damien closed his eyes and shuddered with pleasure.
“It’s hard to forget that you’re a king here. I mean...in your palace. In your country.”
Liam winced, pulling away from him. “Do you need to forget who I am to want to be with me?”
Damien groaned, reaching out for him, but Liam brushed his hand away. “You know that’s not what I mean.”
“I’m not sure I know what you mean then. You told me you would never want me to abdicate.”
“And I meant it. This is who you are. I get that.”
“But you don’t like it.” His face felt hot. He knew he shouldn’t be getting emotional but...how could he not? Seeing Damien again was intense. Frighteningly intense, having him here, in his real, everyday life. And if he didn’t like it, couldn’t accept it...that hurt. More than he wanted to admit.
He reached out for him again; Liam didn’t have the strength to deny his affection a second time. Damien wrapped his arm around him, pulling him close. “It’s not that. I guess I just...don’t know how I fit in.” He looked like he had more to say, but he went quiet, staring blankly at the wall while his fingers tapped out a nervous rhythm on Liam’s shoulder.
Liam sighed, not sure what to say. “I guess I should let you get some sleep.”
Damien’s hand on his shoulder tightened. “You’re not leaving, are you?”
“That was the idea.”
“I want you to stay. Please.”
It was terribly improper to stay. His guards, at least, would certainly notice. Regina might too. But the thought of just curling up next to Damien and going to sleep was incredibly tempting. “I didn’t bring pyjamas or...anything.”
A wicked grin spread across Damien’s face. “I wasn’t planning on asking you to put clothes on.”
He never was any good at denying Damien what he wanted.
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“Riley?” Damien had been trying to sleep off his jet lag after Liam left in the morning when he was surprised to find his newlywed ex at his door.
“Rise and shine! Were you still sleeping?”
He groaned. “It’s like 3am in New York.”
“Yeah, well.” She threw open the curtains, letting the late morning sunlight stream in. “You’re not in New York; you’re in Cordonia.”
“I noticed.” He pulled his robe tighter around himself. “I’m uh, not dressed.”
“Put some clothes on; I’m taking you to lunch. You’re not going to spend the whole day sulking around waiting for Liam.”
Riley summoned a car for them and took him into the city, dragging him along to various designer boutiques where he gave feedback on all manner of extravagant dresses while avoiding even looking at the menswear that was well beyond his budget.
She eventually got fed up with him and started perusing the menswear herself. “Come on dude, I know you didn’t bring anything nice enough for the ball tonight. Try this on!”
Damien frowned as he took the hangers from her. “I did bring a formal suit, you know. I’ve been to fancy galas before.”
“I guarantee this is nicer than whatever you brought. Liam will love it.”
He ran his thumb over the soft fabric of the shirt she’d picked out. It did look nice. “OK, I’ll try it on.” He went into a change room and looked over the ensemble more closely. A simple black suit, with a black shirt and tie. Nothing too flashy, but...damn. It looked great on him.
Someone knocked on the change room door. “How’s it going in there?” Riley called.
“Great, just...shit.” He looked at the price tag on the suit and nearly fainted. “Riley, there’s no way I can afford this.”
“Shut up and let me see.”
“No, I can’t--”
“It’s my ‘welcome to Cordonia’ present for you, OK? They pay me way too much for this duchess thing anyway.”
Damien sighed, reluctantly stepping out of the change room. “I do love it. You really think it’ll make an impression on Liam? Should I try something...flashier?”
Riley stood back to take him in, grinning. “No...you wearing this will be more than enough to blow him away.”
He couldn’t argue with that. “Do they have a shorter length in the pants? The fit’s a little off.”
“Don’t worry about that one bit,” a man he hadn’t noticed was standing behind him interrupted. “We can take care of any alterations.”
“Oh...great. Thank you.” He stood in front of the mirror as the tailor pinned him in several places he didn’t expect before changing back into the clothes he’d brought.
Riley led him out of the shop and to an open-air cafe selling espresso and gelato. “We’ve got a few hours to kill while they make those alterations. Anything you want to do on your first full day in Cordonia?”
He leaned back in his seat with a contented sigh, enjoying a spoonful of vanilla gelato. “Honestly? A relaxed day with a friend seems perfect.”
She smiled, spooning strawberry sorbet daintily into her mouth. “Sixteen flavours, and you chose vanilla.”
Damien shrugged. “Vanilla’s underrated. It’s delicious.”
“You know, literally the only other person I’ve ever heard say that was Liam.”
Damien didn’t bother trying to hide his wide, goofy grin. “Yeah?”
Riley rolled her eyes. “Yeah. You two are...I don’t know. It’s like you’re soulmates.”
“Can I ask you something serious?” He leaned forward, lowering his voice.
“Yeah...sure.”
“Are you still upset with me for...uh...stealing him?”
Riley let out a sharp bark of laughter but collected herself quickly, giving his hand a squeeze. “No, I’m not upset. I mean...it wasn’t your finest moment, or his. But I was fooling around too, so I can’t exactly stay up on my high horse here.” She fiddled with her wedding band. “I loved Liam, but I think I knew by that point that Drake was the love of my life. I just hope you two can be as happy together as we are.”
Damien gave a small nod, staring at the bottom of his gelato cup. “Right.”
“Do you...not want that?”
He let out a long breath, shrugging his shoulders. “I guess I’m afraid to want something that seems impossible.”
She frowned. “Don’t give up on him.”
---------------------------------------------------
Liam didn’t usually agonize too much over his clothes, but dressing for this particular ball was stressing him out. It was a charity ball, raising money for lung cancer research in honor of his father, so all eyes would be on him even more than usual.
And Damien would be there.
He settled on the royal blue tux, figuring he should stand out without looking too stuffy or superior. Plus, it meant Damien wouldn’t have to fuss with a formal sash when he took it off of him later.
When he got to the ballroom a line of nobles waited in the hall outside to be announced as they entered. He scanned the line quickly, searching for Damien and Riley, but didn’t spot them. Disappointed, he retreated to a corner behind one of his guards and waited to be the last to enter.
“Do you always hide in a dark corner outside your own party?” He looked up to see Damien, standing before him dressed in a beautifully tailored black suit.
“Damien.” He waved his guard off and wrapped his arms around Damien, squeezing him tightly. “Did Riley take good care of you today? I’m sorry I was unavailable. God, you look good.”
He blushed adorably. “Um...thanks. You too. And don’t sweat it; I knew what I was getting into when I came here.” He backed away but gave Liam’s hand a small squeeze before releasing him completely. “Should I stick with her for the rest of the night? I don’t know what to expect in there.”
“Yes. You’ll be seated with her and Drake for the meal. After that, come find me. I want to show you something.”
Damien’s eyebrows shot up.
“That’s not what I want to show you.”
He laughed. “OK, fine. I’ll come find you. I’m going to jump back in line...I’ll see you soon?”
“Absolutely.”
After the speeches, toasts, calls for donations, and finally the meal, Liam started scanning the ballroom for Damien immediately. He found him still seated with Riley and Drake, talking and laughing over drinks. “Mind if I join you?”
“Be our guest, Your Majesty,” Drake said, pulling out a chair for him.
Liam laughed. “What’s with the formality?”
“He’s obsequious when he’s drunk,” Riley answered for him. “And he is most definitely drunk.”
“Guilty as charged,” Drake confirmed with a small hiccup.
Liam laid a hand on his shoulder. “Well, I’m going to take the police officer away before you get yourself into too much trouble, OK?”
Damien rolled his eyes. “I haven’t been a cop in years.”
“Once a narc, always a narc,” Riley teased. “Get out of here.”
Liam led Damien around the edges of the dance floor, disappearing out a side door into the hidden palace courtyard. It was empty other than the guard who followed them out, discreetly turning to face back towards the ballroom.
He pressed Damien up against the wall and kissed him fiercely, letting his hands roam under his jacket and wrap around his back. Months of longing from afar had driven him crazy with lust for this man, and now he had him, finally in his arms.
And then he pulled away.
“What’s wrong?” He panted, still breathless.
Damien looked around nervously. “Shouldn’t we be a little more discreet? After, you know...everything that happened.”
Liam started to close the distance between them, but stopped when he saw Damien’s obvious discomfort. “That was different. I was engaged. You don’t have to be a scandal any more.”
He led him towards the fountain, sitting on the edge. Damien wrung his hands nervously. “What do you mean by that? You want to go public with our relationship? Subject our private lives — my private life — to all that scrutiny?”
Liam felt sick to his stomach. This was not how he wanted the night to go, but this discussion had to happen. “I won’t force you into the spotlight if you’re not comfortable with it. But I can’t stay single forever. I need to start a family for the stability of the crown.”
“Exactly. A family.” The distance between them seemed to keep increasing, like he was slipping away right before his eyes. “I shouldn’t have gotten involved with you, Liam. You could’ve married Riley...she would’ve been your perfect queen and given you lots of perfect little heirs. I ruined all of that for you.”
“I’m not in love with Riley. I’m in love with you.”
“Stop saying that.”
“No.” He reached out to hold Damien’s trembling hand. “Stop trying to tell me what I want. I want you here. With me.”
“That’s...you know...you know how much you mean to me. But this isn’t what you need. Or what’s expected of you. Or...I mean...I’m not here, with you, I mean I am right now, but…”
“So come live here.”
“Fuck, Liam.”
“Is that not what we’re working towards? I can come to New York maybe once a year. That’s not enough for me. Is it enough to you?”
Damien buried his face in his hands. “No. It’s not.”
“So…” Liam spoke slowly, carefully. “Come live here. Be with me.”
Damien wouldn’t meet his eyes. “You’re not...out.”
There it was. “Is that what you’re worried about?”
“Yes. Don’t act like it’s nothing.”
“I know it’s not nothing, but it’s something I need to do.” He felt shy suddenly, but forced himself to meet Damien’s eyes, which welled up with tears.
“You don’t, though.”
“I...what?”
“Just...don’t, Liam. Just find a nice girl and make her your queen. I’m not worth this. You’re too important, and I’m just…”
“Are you seriously telling me I need to just shut up and pretend to be straight?”
Damien blinked at him, his mouth hanging open in surprise. “Obviously that’s not what I think, but…”
“Yes, it is. You’re the one saying it.”
“I know you should be able to be open about this, but that doesn’t mean it’s a good idea right now.”
Liam’s head was spinning. He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting but...not this. “I’m sorry you feel that way. I’ll be heading back inside now.”
“Liam…” Damien stood as if to follow him, but seemed to freeze in place, staring at his shoes.
Liam left.
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Damien was up all night, the mix of stress and jet lag ensuring he had plenty of time to lie around hating himself.
Coming to Cordonia was a mistake, that much was clear. He’d been weak and stupid, wanting to see Liam so badly he’d barely considered what it actually meant for them.
The doomed ship had always been sinking. Coming here had only sped things up.
And now he’d hurt the kindest man he’d ever known, the one most deserving of...fuck...the one he loved. He felt like he might vomit if he weren’t so completely hollow.
He finally fell asleep well after sunrise, pillow over his head to block out the mocking morning sun.
The knocking began what felt like minutes later, although the clock insisted four hours had passed. He tried to ignore it.
“Let me in, idiot!” Riley’s voice called through the door.
With a groan he pulled himself up out of bed. He wrapped himself in his robe and opened the door.
“Dude, you look terrible.” Riley walked right past him, making herself comfortable on top of his unmade bed. “Rough night, I hear.”
He sat next to her, flopping sideways to let his head rest in her lap. “Rough year.”
She ran her hand over his back a few times before tangling her fingers in his hair to massage his scalp. “I’m taking you to lunch, OK? I have a friend I want you to meet.”
Damien sighed and sat back up, his hair wild from Riley’s hands in it. “Does your friend know about Liam dumping me?”
She gave him a sympathetic smile. “We all know, yeah. It was a rough night for him too.”
“Is he OK?”
“He’s supported and loved but no, he’s not OK.” She stood up from the bed, smoothing her dress. “Get dressed. I’ll be right outside the door. Don’t take forever.”
They headed into the city again. It was a beautiful spring day, and the streets were bustling with tourists and weekend markets. They left the car and walked through a few narrow pedestrian-only streets to find a cozy little hole-in-the-wall bakery. Riley secured a small beef-filled pastry for him and a bacon sandwich for herself before they settled at an outdoor table to wait for her friend.
“This is delicious,” Damien marvelled, his mouth still full of warm pastry. “Cordonia’s going to make me fat.”
Riley patted her perfectly lovely tummy. “I’ve gained fifteen pounds. Having my own kitchen staff seemed like such a good opportunity to always have healthy home-cooked meals, but in reality I can’t resist the easy access to pasta.”
“Right? That pasta at the palace was unreal. Liam must be a man of incredible restraint to still look like he does with unlimited access to food like that.”
“Well, he has other vices.”
They both went quiet, the mood suddenly turning awkward. Damien was just finishing up his pastry when a tall figure showed up seemingly out of nowhere, casting a shadow over him. He looked up to see a stern redhead glaring at him with her hands on his hips.
“So what’s so great about this one?” She said, looking only at Riley.
Riley smiled. “Damien, meet Olivia. Olivia, Damien.”
“You didn’t answer my question,” Olivia insisted.
“I’m not great,” Damien answered. “I’m just trying to make a graceful exit and I’ll get out of Liam’s life for good, OK? Is that what you want to hear?”
Olivia grabbed a chair from another table and pulled it over, grabbing the half-eaten sandwich out of Riley’s hand as she sat down. “No. Try again.”
“Excuse me?”
“Olivia is one of Liam’s oldest and closest friends,” Riley explained, looking mournfully after her sandwich as Olivia started to devour it. “She’s a little protective.”
She held up a finger while swallowing the last of Riley’s sandwich, then continued. “This one already broke his heart…” Riley blushed a little, hiding her face, “And now I see him all fucked up over another American...what is it with him and Americans? Anyway, the way he was last night…” She slammed her first down on the flimsy metal table, making everyone on the street stop and look at them. “You need to fix it. Today.”
Damien stared at her in shock. “I...um…”
“Damien,” Riley interjected, her voice soft and gentle. “Liam is the most beloved person in this entire country. We’re all…” she gestured at the crowds of people milling about on the streets, “all rooting for him. You say you’ve had a rough year...imagine what it’s been like for him. The responsibility that was thrust on him. All the attempts on his life. Losing his father.” She took a deep breath and let out a sad sigh. “Having the woman he loved leave him for his best friend. These past two months he’s been so strong, and I know it’s because he was leaning on you the whole time. I guess we’re struggling to understand why you held him up for so long only to come here and break his heart.”
“I didn’t...what did he tell you guys? He broke up with me.”
Olivia crossed her arms over her chest, staring him down. He tried to stare back confidently, but she was truly terrifying. “Well, he told us that you resisted any talk of a future together and told him to deny his sexuality and ‘just find a nice girl’.”
“OK well when you say it like that…”
“It sounds fucking terrible?” Riley offered. “If you don’t want to be with him that’s your prerogative, but you don’t get to tell Liam how to live his life.”
“The rules are different for him…” Damien said weakly, “...right?”
Olivia stood up again, looming over him. “He makes the rules. The rest of Cordonia follows his lead. If he wants to stand up and say he’s bisexual and that the rules of succession are going to have to accommodate that fact then, well, that’s a rather personal issue for me and I would be thankful to him for it. How about you?”
“Of course,” he whispered, his face hot with shame. “Of course I want that.”
“Damien,” Riley laid her hand on his arm, her eyes searching his face, “Do you love him?”
He swallowed hard. “So much.”
“Then fix it.”
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Liam was struggling.
He’d hardly slept, spending most of the night surrounded by his friends, drinking scotch but not as much as he wanted to. All day he’d felt like he was sleepwalking through his work, going into meetings with red swollen eyes, being asked countless times if he was feeling OK.
He was most definitely not feeling OK.
Now dinner had arrived, and he was eating alone in his office as usual. But he had no appetite. He pushed the food around on his plate for several minutes before giving up and scraping it into the trash.
Damien was here for two more days, but he might as well be gone already. He made it clear he thought their relationship was a mistake. If he’d known that it would all end so fast, he wouldn’t have spent a second of the past two days away from him. Was that why Damien thought they couldn't be together? Because he’d been too busy with work? He should’ve made more time for him. Stupid. Stupid.
A knock came at his door and he dabbed at his moist eyes with a handkerchief, trying to pull it together before the steward came in to remove his dinner dishes. “Come in!” he called, trying to keep his voice steady.
All the oxygen in the room seemed to disappear as Damien walked into the study. “Hey, Liam.”
“Oh...hi, Damien.” He stood and walked around to the front of his desk. “I didn’t expect you.”
“Yeah...we need to talk.”
“I’m so sorry,” Liam blurted out. “I’m sorry if I came on too strong...I shouldn’t have pushed you harder than you were ready for, and I should’ve made for time for you, and I should’ve visited you, and…”
“Liam, stop.” Damien took a tentative step towards him, reaching out to brush his tear-streaked cheek. “Please don’t apologize.”
“I’m so bad at this,” he stammered. “I don’t know how to date.”
Damien took both of his hands. “I don’t care. I’m in love with you.”
Did he hear that right? “You...what?”
And then Damien’s arms were wrapped tight around him, pulling their bodies flush together as his kiss swallowed Liam’s surprised moan. He brought his hands to Damien’s waist, holding him lightly, afraid to move in case he scared him off somehow. After a long moment Damien broke the kiss, nuzzling his face into Liam’s neck as he caught his breath. “I love you so much, Liam. I don’t want to lose you.”
He was so relieved he was afraid to respond. But… “I don’t want to continue like this. I want to be together for real.”
Damien nodded, leaning back to look him in the eye. “I’ll need some time to wrap up my business at home, but I can come here. I can set up shop here…”
“You can’t. I mean...you can’t be a private investigator here; you’ll be too much of a public figure. I need you to understand that. But I’m sure your skills will be useful to the guard, or the police, or intelligence...we’ll find something, if you want to work. And you can live here, if that’s OK with you. You don’t have to worry about anything.”
“OK. We can figure all that out.”
“Yeah?”
He kissed some softly, lovingly. “Yeah.”
“Damien...I want to marry you.”
“Was that a proposal?”
“No. I can do better.”
He kissed him again, each one somehow more perfect than the last. “I can’t imagine anything better than this moment.”
Liam backed him up until his knees hit the back of the couch. “I can.”
---------------------------------------------------
Damien sat snuggled against Liam on the couch in his study, the two of them wrapped up in a blanket that he’d produced from a cabinet. “You spend the night here often?”
Liam nodded, pulling Damien’s face in to rest against his naked chest. “My chambers are a little depressing. Half the time I don’t bother going home.”
“Mmm, I get that. I’ve been known to sleep at the office too.”
“Things are going to be different when you move here.”
“Yeah.” He closed his eyes, listening to the sound of Liam’s heart beating. “Are you nervous?”
He hesitated for a moment. “A little. I’m not entirely sure how people will react.”
“Your friends all seem to know about us already.”
“Yes. My step-mother and the other nobles might not be as open-minded, though.”
“Mmm.” He wrapped his arms tightly around Liam’s waist. “I came out to my family in high school.”
Liam stroked his hair. “How’d that go?”
“Could’ve been worse. My mom said she loved and supported me...and that she was fine with me ‘experimenting’ but hoped that I would marry a woman someday.”
“Ah. So, basically what you said to me last night.”
“I’m so sorry, Liam.”
Liam kissed the top of his head. “I know. And I’m sorry she didn’t entirely get it. Do you think she’ll be disappointed in you now?”
“Oh, no, she’s going to love you.” He hesitated, unsure if he should go on. “I had a really bad time a few years back. I...went through something really traumatic. Left my job. Lost my girlfriend, who I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with. It was rough. And my mother...I couldn’t face her after that relationship ended. I felt like she was going to be so disappointed in me.”
“I’m sorry, Damien.”
“No, it’s...it was just me, letting my own insecurity put up walls. Kai pushed me to reconnect with her recently. I told her about you. I mean, I didn’t tell her who you were, but I told her I’d met somebody. She was happy for me.”
“I can’t wait to meet her.” Liam nudged him to sit up, reaching for his own clothes. “And in that vein...I have an idea how to spend the rest of our day, if you’re up for it.”
Damien reluctantly started to dress himself. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“Want to go see the look on your future mother-in-law’s face when I tell her about my boyfriend?”
He chuckled, pulling Liam back in for a quick kiss. “Absolutely.”
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..A Choices Gallery of foolishness..
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#Wacky Drabbles
A set of Drabble Prompts originated by @emceesynonymroll to amuse the Choices fandom.
Prompt #1: Do not open that box
Donuts and Detours 🍩🚘
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Prompt #2: ..this is what I have to deal with everyday.
Goose on the Loose 🏡🦆
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Prompt #3: I'll be home in an hour
Something in the Oven 🥧👶
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Prompt #4: We need to identify the source of the problem
Dinner Discourse 🥗🦆🦊
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Prompt #5: Shouldn't we report this? How the heck do we report this?
Washing Up 👖👄
Just Desserts 🍝🥂
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Prompt #6: You make no sense sometimes
Doing the 'Laundry' 👖👙💋
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Prompt #7: So is this something you do regularly?
If the Boxers Fit.. 👕
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Prompt #9: Maybe you're too innocent
Move me Baby 👶🏻💋
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Prompt #10: “That wasn’t so hard now was it?”
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A Double Shot of Whiskey
A Drake Walker and Damien Nazario Birthday Date drabble series. Rated: Mature 18+ for sexual content.
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A Very Valtorian Christmas
A 'The Royal Heir' Christmas series featuring the TRR gang at Drake and Kate Walker's Valtorian manor during Christmas 2019.
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Masquerade
A short story challenge originated by @sirbeepsalot
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(Drake × MC) The Royal Romance
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Dance Lesson
A Kate Darling and Drake Walker short fic. (Rated Mature 18+)
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A Pixelberry Choices Fanfiction Series based on The Royal Romance.
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This will not just be your usual Royal Romance piece of Fluff. Expect smut, angst, discussion of pregnancy, discussion of homosexuality, violence, foul language and Parental Abuse. This is gonna be a dark one people. Consider yourself warned.
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Silver Service
A Royal Romance AU Fanfic sequel to Protect and Serve
Damien arrives in Cordonia and discovers all Bastien’s secrets. Sophia is intrigued to meet Bastien’s former lover.
Word Count 3472
A/N Just a little smut, so No under 18s
6 Meeting up
Damien refastened his seatbelt as the private jet descended. It had been night time when he boarded and he hadn’t recognised the livery, and as it was a private flight he hadn’t seen it on the departure board to check where he would be going. The taciturn young man that had accompanied him on his flight was no more informative about their destination than Bastien had been. He wasn’t allowed to use his mobile phone on the flight so couldn’t check with a location finder – but he was pretty sure the water below them was the Mediterranean. It was early morning – most of the flight had been in the dark and he hadn’t been able to keep his eyes open so had dozed for an hour or more.
The jet swept over a pretty coastal town, over fields and an impressive building standing in extensive grounds before flying on to a small airport, snowy mountains in the distance. As they taxied to a standstill the other man spoke at last.
‘Welcome to Cordonia, Mr Nazario. Mr Lykel will meet you personally and we’ll make our way to Applewood Manor. Sadly the Palace is undergoing refurbishment at the moment’
‘Cordonia? Palace?’ Damien was barely any more well informed, and he puzzled as to where he was. True to the other man’s word, Bastien was on the tarmac waiting next to a large limo. He smiled in greeting and took his hand and slapped him on the back in a brief embrace. He noticed the cane he carried, and a slight limp as he moved to greet him. He had lost some weight and looked a little less than his usual hale hearty self.
‘Nazario – thankyou for coming. I guess you have a lot of questions. I’ll try to answer them on the way’ Damien noted that the limo had a crest of sorts that matched the one on the private jet.
‘Damn Bastien, you bet I’ve got questions. Where he hell am I to start with? I’ve never heard of Cordonia’
‘It’s not a well known country’ he answered as they got into the car. The other man got into the front with the driver. ‘As you guessed when we went to the restaurant in New York, we’re in between Greece and Italy. We have strong links with other smaller countries like Monaco and Auvernal’
‘Auvernal – now you’re making things up’ Damien complained
‘Well, as you’re having trouble believing me, I’ll just have to tell you more and assure you it’s all true. I work for the royal family of Cordonia. I’m head of the King’s Guard, who protect the King and his family. I have a number of men under my command.’ Damien goggled – it was all too much for him to take in so he honed in on his appearance.
‘Bas – something happened to you didn’t it – what’s with the cane?’ Bastien looked grim.
‘There was an assassination attempt at the new King’s coronation – I took a bullet to the shoulder and another to the thigh. The culprit was a lone gunman but we’re having trouble finding out if he was supported by any organisations. The person we want help to locate has kidnap and coercion under his belt, and may have links to anti monarchist organisations’ Damien drew in his breath at the news of Bastien’s injuries. He put his hand on his knee and squeezed it softly.
‘Hell Bas, I’m sorry to hear you got shot up. I’m glad you’re still around to tell the tale.’ Bastien nodded and dropped his head, but looked up at him.
‘Damien, we have to keep this professional’ he said, and he took his hand back.
‘We’ll have some private time together, I hope’ Damien said, but Bastien looked away for a moment.
‘About that. Last time we met, you asked if there was someone special, and I said no – well that’s changed’ Damien’s stomach did a little flip. Bastien’s expression changed, softened. ‘I think you’d like her – I’d met her just before the last time we met, but I didn’t know what was in store for me’ He looked out of the window at the passing countryside ‘She’s changed my life – I can see a future with her - perhaps even a family, who knows. I’m taking a lesser role in work – at least physically. I’m leaving field work to younger fitter men and working more on organising and advising’ Damien swallowed past a lump in his throat
‘I’m pleased for you’ he said brightly ‘I won’t do anything inappropriate, you can rely on that’ Bastien looked at him again.
‘You should meet – I’ve told her about you and she’d like to. We’re on our way to Applewood Manor – after the Palace it’s the Royal Families’ second home – we have quarters there and you’ll be staying in a guest suite.’ Damien laughed
‘You live in a Palace and we’re going to a Manor? Man, I’d never have worked that out for myself. I tried asking the hotel you took me to who had that suite – they wouldn’t tell me’
‘I told you you’d not be able to find out’ Bastien laughed. The two men continued to talk on the way to the Manor. They went straight to the security suite to work, as few people were up and about, and they had breakfast sent in to the office so they could cover more ground. Bastien gave him everything he had on Justin, and Damien got to work on finding as much about him online as he could. He asked to interview Lucretia, who was still being held in custody nearby, and made some phone calls to Interpol head office.
Bastien arranged for Sophia to join them in the staff dining room at lunchtime then showed Damien to his suite. Liam came along to introduce himself, and Damien was struck by how regal yet approachable the young man was. Damien felt in a daze at the sudden change in his surroundings, and had to keep pinching himself. He felt strangely light headed and disconnected from reality, but thinking about his work grounded him. When lunch time came he was ready to catch up on some sleep, but he was intrigued to meet the love of Bastien’s life.
When Sophia entered the dining room, he caught his breath at the sight of the attractive young blonde. Bastien had told him of the age difference and Damien sat squarely between them, five years older than she and five younger than his friend and former lover. Bastien leapt up – or moved as quickly as his injury allowed him to – and went to her side, beaming with happiness. He put his arm round her waist and kissed her cheek fondly, turning her to face Damien, pointing him out. He had never seen the older man smile so warmly, and he swallowed a lump in his throat at seeing him so deeply affected.
Sophia looked Damien straight in the eye, and for a moment her pupils darkened. Bastien saw the change, and his smile faded slightly as Sophia reached out to shake Damien’s hand. He barely heard the introduction as he stared at her, mesmerised. He saw an exchange between them as she broke eye contact and took her hand back – a quick look that told him that Sophia realised Bastien had noticed the look in her eyes, but she pressed herself into his side and gazed at him adoringly, snaking her arm around his waist before looking back at Damien. Her eyes and her body language now very clearly said I’m attracted to you, but I belong to Bastien.
The whole exchange took seconds, and Bastien was back to his stoic persona, Sophia smiling politely and saying how pleased she was to meet him. The three of them took a table away from the other staff, already set with bowls of soup and fresh bread, salad and cheese. Bastien watched them with a hint of apprehension. He needn’t have worried, as they talked easily and it was plain that they would become firm friends.
‘Bastien, I think Damien should come and have dinner with us tonight’ Sophia said. Bastien nodded as he spooned soup from the bowl, hot and fragrant.
‘If you’d like, theá mou’ he replied. Damien raised his eyebrows
‘Okay, you’ve used that name more than once. Can I ask what it means?’ Sophia smiled slyly and Bastien coloured slightly as she leant across to speak quietly
‘It means ‘my Goddess’ in Greek’ she winked ‘Isn’t it adorable?’ Bastien cleared his throat in embarrassment as Damien grinned
‘I didn’t know Bas was so sappy’ he laughed ‘You obviously bring it out in him, he’s a lucky man’ It was Sophia’s turn to blush now, and she sat back.
‘Careful now Mr Nazario, that invitation for dinner can be revoked very swiftly’
‘I’m sorry – you’re so lucky to have found each other, I don’t know who I envy the most.’ Damien said diplomatically. After they had eaten, Sophia went off to meet up with Riley, and Bastien suggested Damien go back to his room to catch up on missed sleep before dinner. He took him back to his room and stopped outside the door.
‘Sophia is amazing, I understand why you’re committed’ Damien said, and the guard smiled fondly
‘I’m glad you two seem to get on. I’m looking forward to you coming over tonight’ he said ‘Tomorrow we can go over a few more things you might like to help with – I’ll tell you later why we’re here and not at the Palace.’
‘Sure thing Bas, see you later’
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Yet again Anton – or Justin as he was better known by Bastien and others in and around the Palace - was in a very bad mood. Their contact at the Palace had fallen silent and suspicious things were happening there. He didn’t believe the stories about a kitchen accident or renovations. His sources – which were becoming scarcer and scarcer – told him that the building had been evacuated and the army brought in, probably to scour it from top to bottom to look for security breaches. That meant his advantages had been lost – there was nobody there to get him access, and nobody there worth targeting even if he or his men had been able to get in.
‘Our contact’s phone has been deactivated.’ Claudius said ‘I suspect that she may have used the explosives to detonate it, and that’s why the Palace has been evacuated. She’s most likely dead, but as far as I can tell nobody else appears to have been injured or incapacitated. Lykel was seen making his way to Applewood, as was Liam and Regina. It appears they’re moving operations there for now.’
‘All that work getting the photographs down the drain’ Anton seethed ‘It’s all been explained away, and Adelaide is a serious security risk. How was the Duchess the last time you met?’
‘Compliant and voracious’ Claudius answered ‘I don’t know how much we can trust her’
‘Next time she contacts you, arrange to meet up in Monaco’ Anton said ‘We can’t risk you going back to Cordonia just yet. She can meet with an unfortunate accident and that part of the trail will go cold.’ Claudius blanched. He had enjoyed dominating Lady Adelaide, but although he didn’t hold any affection for her, he didn’t think she deserved to die for the cause.
‘I think she could still be useful’ he asserted ‘She’s well motivated to place her daughter in power as queen’
‘I’ll consider it’ said Anton ‘Meanwhile I want a meeting to discuss how to proceed in our bid for power. Call the others in, I want to meet face to face’
‘Is that wise?’ Claudius asked ‘It’s a security risk to have everyone in one place’
‘Lykel doesn’t have a clue where we are or who we are and we aren’t in Cordonia any more. I’ll be the judge as to how safe it is’ Anton snarled.
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Bastien watched Sophia as she laughed at Damien’s jokes over dessert in their suite. He had worried about Sophia being threatened by Damien, now he was concerned that it should be him that was threatened by his former lover. He and Sophia were closer in age and they were getting on extremely well. He had endured some teasing about his personal habits - the way he always folded his clothes had come under scrutiny and he was waiting for one or the other of them to drop the bombshell that the only time he was ever untidy was in the throes of passion.
He got hot under the collar thinking about the trail of clothes he had left in the past – from Damien’s front door to his bed, from his own front door through the lounge to the bed he shared with Sophia. His thigh ached and throbbed and he wished he could just send Damien away and sink into a hot bath, or ask Sophia to work her magic with her soft hands. He was trying to hide his ill temper and embarrassment and stifled a yawn. Sophia looked at him sharply and he saw recognition in her eyes.
‘Damien, I know you caught up on your sleep earlier, but Bas got up very early this morning and…’ she started to say, but Bastien found himself snapping
‘I’m fine Sophia, you don’t have to make excuses for me.’ He put his hand to his forehead and her expression changed to one of concern. ‘Really I’m fine’ Damien looked a little sheepish
‘I should probably get back to my room’ he said ‘Before I got here my sleep schedule was shot so I didn’t actually got caught up before. I’m guessing you’re a hard taskmaster and I’ll need to be sharp tomorrow. If I get a lead I may have to leave at short notice’ He got to his feet and Sophia leapt up too.
‘I’ll see you out’ she said ‘can you remember your way back? It’s right at the other end of the building – the place is pretty full right now after having to close down the Palace’ Damien smiled weakly
‘I can always ask someone – don’t trouble yourself.’ He briefly put a hand to Sophia’s shoulder and gave her a kiss on the cheek, then turned to Bastien ‘I still can’t get used to all this – you working for royalty. I’d never have guessed, Bas.’ He made a move toward him as he struggled to his feet to say goodbye, and stopped awkwardly. He held his hand out for a brief handshake ‘I’ll see you for breakfast then’ he said, giving Bastien an apologetic look.
‘Yes, I’ll send someone for you’ he replied tersely. Damien turned away and Sophia followed him. He started toward the bedroom, his leg stiff and painful. Sophia got to the bed before him, and hovered by his shoulder.
‘Are you okay Bas?’ she asked ‘You look tired’
‘I am’ he said tersely ‘I’ll be fine once I’ve rested, don’t worry’ She stood by as he sat on the edge of the bed to take his shoes off, but he winced and she knelt to help him. He was too tired to protest, and sighed heavily
‘I don’t deserve you’ he said ‘You should be off with someone your own age, not looking after someone old and broken.’ Sophia stopped and looked at him sharply
‘Bastien, self pity doesn’t suit you.’ She scolded ‘I’ll admit I’m attracted to Damien – but I’d never act on it. We’ll be good friends, but that’s all. For all you know he’s probably more attracted to you than to me.’ She put his shoes away neatly, and he stared at his feet for a moment before leaning down to take his socks off, wincing again so she helped him, and knelt in front of him, forcing him to look her in the eye ‘Bastien, I love you and I’m going to look after you – don’t you remember doing the same for me after Justin…’ her voice caught in her throat and she hurriedly cleared it. He reached out and stroked her cheek as she pulled herself together ‘We’ll look after each other’
‘I’m sorry, theá mou’ he said ‘Sometimes I ask myself how I got so lucky, and I’m afraid of losing you, or waking up to find it’s all a dream’ She turned her head to kiss his hand.
‘That’s funny – I feel exactly the same’ she smiled ‘Two negatives cancel each other out, so I suppose we’re stuck with each other’ Bastien laughed
‘Thankyou, my goddess, I’m beginning to feel that I might manage to make you feel very happy before we go to sleep. I adore you, my English temptress’ He leaned forward and gently took her chin, pressing his lips to hers.
‘Oh, I’ll keep you to that promise, Mr Lykel’ she grinned ‘Get your clothes off and let’s see what happens’
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Sophia stirred in bed, waking after a deep satisfied post coital sleep, knowing something was different. Bastien was fast asleep beside her, but something had woken her – the sound of the suite door softly closing. She tensed, listening to stealthy footsteps. She was frozen, immobile, silent as the bedroom door opened. The hair on the back of her neck prickled but it wasn’t terror – it was a sense of inevitability. Normally Bastien was a light sleeper, always alert, but he lay breathing softly. Whoever it was, he or she had planned this – perhaps they’d been drugged – perhaps Bastien could hear too, but was also immobile. As she lay trembling with apprehension, the figure - she could see now that it was a man - moved to the side of the bed and paused beside her, looking down. There was a rustle of cloth as he stripped naked, his contours revealed. The light was dim but she saw the glitter in his eyes.
‘Room for one more?’ Damien asked, and the spell was broken. She gaped, not knowing what to say as he slipped into bed beside her.
‘What the hell Damien?’ she hissed ‘Bastien’s right here…’
‘I certainly am’ her lover’s voice came as he stirred, rolling toward her, pressing his body to her back, his arousal obvious. He nuzzled her ear ‘We thought you might like something a little different, agápe mou’
‘What? Are you serious?’ she queried, receiving only a soft deep Mmm hmm in reply, and Damien reached out to touch her, his hand gliding over her shoulder and down to her hip, draping over her thigh and obviously making contact with Bastien too.
‘The first time we met, we had a female companion in bed with us’ Bastien explained ‘She enjoyed the experience, and I hope you will too’
‘I could see in your eyes you’d want this’ Damien murmured ‘But say the word and I’ll go’
‘I…’ Sophia was scandalised but unbelievably aroused having two men in bed with her. Her objection melted away and she groaned with desire. Bastien was working his magic and her body was revving up, already on the run up to orgasm, her centre throbbing. In answer she pressed her hips back into Bastien, but leaned forward in to Damien, her lips meeting his. He smelled different to Bastien – musky and spicy as opposed to fresh and salty.
She closed her eyes and stopped trying to identify who was doing what, just allowing her hands and mouth to wander as the three of them explored each other. She turned and twisted languorously, and barely knew or cared who went down on her and teased with lips and tongue and fingers, and who claimed her mouth and tongue and smoothed his hands over her belly and breasts and softly tweaked her nipples.
Waves of pleasure washed over her and she felt the shift of the mattress, the sound of a condom packet being opened and the snap of rubber, so she knew it was Damien who eased inside her – she would have known anyway as his size was less than her lover. He rose up in the dim light and stroked in and out of her as Bastien kissed and stroked her upper body, murmuring in her ear…
‘Sophia, wake up’ She snapped out of her dream and half snorted as Bastien lay gazing into her eyes with concern.
‘What?’ she mumbled
‘Theá mou, you were thrashing around and moaning – was it a bad dream?’ Bastien asked. Sophia shook her head to get the idea of Damien in bed with them out of it.
‘A bad dream? Uh – yes, it was a dream…’ she murmured back, and turned to him, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him deeply, hoping she hadn’t been moaning Damien’s name in her sleep.
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The Third Park (Damien x OC)) - Part 12 (NSFW)
Summary: After some disconcerting news and findings at Lucy's birthday party, Ellie and D finally have a proper reunion...
Note: (most) characters belong to Pixelberry Studios. This part is almost pure smut so happy Thirsty Thursday!!! Damien is 100% human in here and my Male!MC is named Allen. Ni Ni’s and Santiago Cabrera’s gifs don’t belong to me. Link to previous parts.
Pairing: Damien x OC (Ellie)
Rating: +18 (alcohol, language, NSFW)
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Word count: 2769
"Are you feeling better now?" - Damien asked Eleanor, after she choked on her wine.
They were both sitting in one of the super comfy couches of Robert Zucko's mansion. And Lucy James, her best friend and the birthday girl, had just became engaged to him.
"Yeah, sort of." - Ellie answered, taking deep breaths. Fuck, she had a headache. And she was pretty sure that it was not because of the alcohol. - "I can't believe she's going to marry him." - they both looked through the glass doors, watching the couple being congratulated by the party guests on their engagement. Lucy still had tears of joy in her eyes. - "How can she be so naive?!" - she felt anger rising inside her.
Dammit, Lucy, why do you have to be such a romantic?! Robert is up to no good!
"Hey, calm down, Ellie. Please." - she took another deep breath. It was easier calming herself with Damien's warm hand on hers, his thumb caressing her knuckles, as the other rubbed her back, comfortingly.
"Thank you, D." - she smiled weakly at him, grateful to have him there with her.
"Ellie! Are you okay?" - Lucy approached them. Thankfully, she was alone.
"Yeah." - she forced a big smile. - "I just got caught by surprise."
"You tell me!" - the blondie giggled. - "I've never thought he would propose to me! And tonight! Look! He said it was from his grandmother's."
"That's… that's beautiful, Lucy." - Ellie said, staring at the giant diamond ring on her best friend's finger.
"Congratulations on your engagement." - Damien smiled too.
"Thank you! Ah, the cake is being served now. Do you guys want it?"
"Sure." - Eleanor shrugged and stood up; maybe eating something sweet would make her feel better. Damien was still holding her. - "I'm okay, D." - she grinned at him reassuringly, before they followed Lucy out of the house.
Back into the patio, Robert was the first person they met there.
"Was the wine too strong for you, Eleanor?" - he asked her with that mocking smirk on his lips and sipped his drink. Damien glared at him.
Ellie wanted to go grab that pistol in his office and blow his brains out. She really wanted.
God, she fucking hated him so much.
"Yeah, I think it was too dry for my taste." - she simply said, composing herself and looking away from that motherfucker's face. - "Anyway, where's the cake?"
"Over there! I'll lead you there!" - Lucy said, pointing to where a bunch of kids were piling up one another to get the dessert.
"Okay. D, aren't you coming with us?" - Ellie asked when she noticed that Damien wasn't following them.
“I’ll be with you in a second.” - he grinned at her, but Eleanor didn’t seem reassured by it. She raised a questioning eyebrow, nervously glancing to Robert. Damien just gestured for her to go and both women walked towards the table where the cake was, placing themselves in the line behind all those kids.
"Yes, Mr. Nazario?" - Robert asked in a relaxed and bored tone.
Damien wasn’t smiling anymore.
"Listen, I know you and Ellie have your differences. She's trying to do her best, but with you acting this ways certainly doesn't help." - he muttered under his breath, his eyes glaring at the other man’s face.
"What do you mean?" - Robert turned to face him, with a scowl. But Damien wasn't intimidated by him.
"All I'm asking is for you to try to at least keep things civil. For Lucy."
Robert Zucko frowned even more, clearly not appreciating the way Damien Nazario talked to him. But before he could say anything, the private investigator simply turned around and walked to where Ellie was. He didn’t give a single fuck about what that man had to say. He had already heard enough bullshit from him for a day.
Eleanor already was eating her cake as he approached her. She watched the whole exchange with great interest.
"I don’t know what you said to that asshole, but you’re good, D. He still is in shock." - Damien chuckled softly and placed his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. He had already noticed that Ellie always felt more relaxed when she was in his arms. And he himself felt more relaxed too.
"Where's Lucy?"
"Back onto being a good hostess." - she pointed to where her friend was. Lucy was serving cake to the demanding kids. He nodded.
"Well, then I guess my work for today is done." - he looked at his watch. A little after 10 pm. - "I'm going back to the hotel. Would you like to come with me?" - he whispered in her ear. - "This time we won't get interrupted and won't take the risk of getting caught. And I really don't want to spend my night there alone."
Ellie bit her bottom lip, feeling a sudden thrill. How could she refuse such invitation? And refuse him? Damien Nazario knew that she just couldn't resist him and, to be honest, she didn't care. She just wanted him so bad, 24/7.
Eleanor quickly ate the rest of her cake and said goodbye to Lucy and her family while Damien called for a taxi. None of them talked to Robert again.
Damien gave the driver the hotel address as he sat on the backseat of the taxi, with Ellie following suit. As soon as the car started moving, she practically climbed over him.
“I want you, D...” - she whispered at him, lust radiating from her, as she showered his neck with light but ardent kisses that made his heartbeat accelerate and his pants feel suddenly too tight.
“Please, Ellie, not here...” - he cautiously looked at the taxi driver. Thankfully the man looked like he was used to public affection and seemed to ignore them. Ellie giggled devilishly.
“You say this as if you haven’t taken me against a wall about two hours ago. In the middle of a party.”
“This is not fair.” - he murmured back and she laughed again, before leaning in and kissing him hard.
He immediately kissed her back, one of his hands pulling her closer as the other explored her thigh. They just stopped kissing when the driver casually coughed, indicating that they had reached their destination.
“Keep the change.” - Damien told him. The poor man deserved it.
They climbed down the taxi and entered the building, arm in arm. The hotel staff was as discreet as the taxi driver and courteously greeted them with a “Mr. Nazario. Miss”. They nodded back at them.
Thankfully the elevator was empty so they could lose themselves in each other’s arms and mouths again. It seemed just impossible to keep their hands to themselves when they were with one another.
They walked through the corridor to Damien’s assigned room, his arm around her hips. It was really damn hard to find the keys with Ellie’s hands around his waist, already unfastening his belt and exploring his torso under his clothes, and her lips on the nape of his neck.
Damien finally managed to open the door and she practically shoved him inside. As soon as the door clicked shut, he pushed her against it, kissing her hungrily, his body already pressed on hers. She groaned against his lips when she felt him hard and pulsing on her thigh.
“God, the things I want to do to you, Ellie...” - Damien whispered, making her giggle. Eleanor could feel her heart pounding faster and faster and that heat between her legs getting hotter and hotter as his mouth moved to her neck.
Suddenly, he took her dress off with a swift move, letting it fall onto the floor beside them. She took off her bra too and he playfully bit her already hard nipples. Ellie moaned when his fingers slid inside her lacy thong finding her sensitive and wet core.
“Tell me how much you want me, Zhou.” - he said as his fingers rubbed her clit roughly. His other hand was at her throat, holding her tightly, making her even more turned on. She could only reply with more groans.
“I-I want you, D. So fucking bad...” - she stammered, her body slightly shaking, already craving for his. Then he entered two fingers between her folds, making her gasp.
“What? I don’t think I heard it.”
“You’re bad, Nazario.” - he chuckled.
“I’m sorry, this isn’t what I told you to say.” - and he started pumping his fingers in and out slightly faster, making waves of pleasure run throughout her body.
“I want you, Damien...” - her hands cupped his face, bringing him even closer, until he could feel her hot breath on his face. - “I need you... I need to feel you inside me...” - Ellie purred, her lips deliciously brushing against his.
Damien shut her mouth with a desperate and hungry kiss that made her head spin. She breathed harder and harder as his mouth travelled down her body, leaving burning kisses behind, his hands sliding her thong off of her legs. Eleanor gasped again when his lips and tongue were there where his fingers had been just moments before. Her hands immediately fled to his dark brown hair, pulling it, keeping his head there between her thighs.
“Oh, Damien!” - she moaned his name louder and louder, her legs trembling. Thankfully his big and warm hands held her by her hips, so she wouldn’t fall. He could feel her tensing, and let out low groans, still sucking her, when her sex started pulsing against his mouth and tongue, meaning that she was close to the edge. He loved hearing her crying out his name and knowing that he was able to do that to her.
Eleanor was practically begging for him to take her right there at that right moment, when Damien suddenly stood up, his lips on hers again. She felt dizzy, tasting herself on his tongue. She let out a frustrated sigh, her body hot and bothered, still wanting for her orgasm.
“You truly are mean.” - he smirked at her. - “I was almost coming.”
“I know. But I want you to come with me. When I’ll be inside of you.” - he said, his forehead rested against hers. - “But first, I want you on your knees.”
She grinned back at him.
“Yes, sir.”
Damien watched Ellie pulling his pants and underwear out as she went down, with that smirk on her face. He was already so hard and ready for her.
“Fuck.” - he said out of breath when her hand touched him there. With her eyes locked on his, he cursed again when she licked his whole length. Damien had to steady himself, his hands on the door, as her hot mouth wrapped around him. While Eleanor sucked him in, he quickly discarded his blazer and shirt. They both groaned as he pushed against her throat faster and faster. - “Oh, God…”
But she suddenly pulled out before he could release himself inside her mouth.
“Payback.” - she murmured with that mischievous smile of hers, cleaning her lips with the back of her hand.
“Stop playing games with me, Ellie.” - he warned her, breathing hard, his hands already on her hips, bringing her closer.
“You’re the one who started it.” - she recalled, before playfully biting his bottom lip.
With a swift move, Damien threw her over his shoulder and then onto the hotel bed. Ellie laughed hysterically as she felt the soft mattress below her. But she stopped laughing instantly when she felt his lips on hers, kissing her delicately and sweetly.
“Hmmm, D...” - she groaned, her heart pounding harder with excitement.
“Yes?” - he was on top of hers, his hands on either side of her head, his eyes darkened with desire.
“I’m all yours tonight.” - she whispered, hooking her leg around his body to pull his hips close against hers.
He grinned and kissed her deeply, before sliding inside her, making Ellie moan against his mouth. After she had adjusted to the sensation of him filling her, Damien started moving torturously slowly, one of his hands around her neck, and she moaned softly on his ear, her nails digging into his back.
Now that they were completely alone, not taking a risk of getting caught or of being interrupted, this time they were doing it much slower, moving together and in sync, focusing on the sensation of one another. It was incredible how their bodies seemed to fit perfectly.
With his weight pinning her against the bed completely, he gradually started pushing forward in her faster and deeper, making her arch towards his touch. He had to control his own orgasm when she came a little later, her muscles tightening all around him as she trembled from head to toes, panting hard.
Eleanor even still hadn’t recovered from her climax when Damien abruptly pulled out and turned her, making her face the bed. She felt his hands around her waist, positioning her hips to him, so he could have a better access of her.
“Damien...!” - she cried when he thrusted in her deeply and all at once, with him moaning behind her.
That was so intense that Ellie hid her face in the mattress, her hands clinging to the bed sheets beneath her. He was moving so frantically this time that she couldn’t match his rhythm. Damien covered her neck and shoulders with rough, biting kisses.
“Ellie...” - he groaned against her ear.
With one of his hands back to her throat, the other drifted low on her body. She gasped loud when his fingers touched her there, making her lift her hips towards his, her legs shaking with pleasure, her sex throbbing around his again. It was rough, it was fast, it was hallucinating and with him moaning low on her ear, Ellie couldn’t handle it anymore. She came once more, crying out his name. He thrusted into her a few more times until he spilled inside her a few moments after, moaning. Both of them laid down on the soft bed, panting hard, their hearts beating like sledgehammers.
She suddenly felt his arms around her waist, pulling her closer until her back bumped against his chest, with him still behind her. Apparently, she was going to be his small spoon. She didn’t protest it.
“Dammit, Ellie, you're bad for me.” - he said, showering her naked shoulder with kisses. She laughed.
"Me? Bad? You're the one who lured me into coming here." - he chuckled back.
"Alright, can we both agree that we're bad for each other?”
Eleanor giggled once more. He was right. Although Damien had those crazy set of rules (about not getting involved with another coworker, client and Park, which she matched all those categories) and he still was in love with her cousin, he definitely liked her and they had developed this casual relationship and it just seemed impossible for them to stop it.
They were both so screwed.
“It might be bad, but it feels so good.” - she whispered, her back still turned to his and his arms never leaving her. - “Especially when we do it in a comfy and spacious bed like this one.” - she heard Damien laughing behind her, his body vibrating because of it. Ellie smiled to herself.
“And when we’re not interrupted.” - her grin widened as he reminded about those last times they tried to make love. Freddie interrupted them in the middle of a make out session and, when she still was in NY, Allen was back from his honeymoon and almost caught them both.
“Yes, I have to agree with you. Freddie is one of my most precious things in this world, but it always is a little awkward doing it while your dog watches you.” - they both shared a laugh.
“Has this happened to you?”
“Just a few times. He usually sleeps on the living room, but he knows how to open doors and sometimes sneak into my room, especially if I'm there with someone else, since he loves guests." - Damien laughed a little more. - "So you can imagine how it went. But I generally ignore him, since my attention is somewhere else. On someone else. Thankfully he can’t understand what’s going on and is not traumatised or anything, but even so. And you already know he likes licking—”
“Alright, alright, I got it. So we will only be working in your apartment. No sex.” - Ellie laughed out loud. They both knew that was a lie.
“Oh, I am sure we will easily find ways to forget that Freddie is there.” - she said, taking his hand that was casually resting on her breast and kissing it lightly.
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