Summary: Damien and Ellie have a heart to heart chat… before things get hot and heavy.
Disclaimer: (most) characters belong to Pixelberry Studios.
Author’s note: Male!MC (Allen). This part is like 2/3 NSFW so I’m sorry if you don’t read this kind of content. Please expect more smut from now on.
Pairing: Damien x OC (Ellie)
They went to Damien’s apartment. Eleanor noticed that it was a little cleaner than the first time she went there (and practically kidnapped him). As he closed the door behind them, Ellie curiously looked at all the papers scattered on his coffee table. She suddenly felt a pair of arms hugging her from behind, Damien’s lips already on the nape of her neck, sending a shiver throughout her body.
“D, wait. We need to talk first.” – she freed herself from his embrace and turned face-to-face to him.
“What?” – he asked, looking a little lost and confused at her. Had she given up already? Just because he was already hot and bothered.
“Listen, I need you to be honest with me, okay? We’re both two grownups and I do believe we are capable of handling this thing that is about to happen like adults. Without drama or headaches or whatever. Right?”
“Fuck, what are you trying to say, Ellie—” – he asked impatiently.
“…I know that you still are in love with Allen.” – she interrupted him. – “And, to be honest, I don’t care, I just want you. But I need to know that things will be okay after it. No hard feelings.”
He looked uncertainty at Eleanor, that same voice screaming inside his head.
Don’t get involved with a Park.
That was his moment. He could simply say “You know what? I guess it’d be better if we just stayed as… acquaintances” and things would be fine. Ellie looked like someone that would simply turn the page and things would be back to normal.
…But part of him didn’t want it. Well, that part of him that was pulsating and hard for her. He just wanted to take her there and now.
Eleanor stayed perfectly still, looking at him patiently. She knew that, despite the tough exterior, D was a softie inside. He was that kind of guy that wouldn’t let anyone get closer. Especially after what happened with Alana and Allen. She wasn’t asking him to marry or even date her – God, they had just met! – but things weren’t that simple either. They could be, but they weren’t. Humans simply had this ability to turn everything more difficult because of their feelings. And she had the feeling that nothing was simple when Damien Nazario was involved. Besides, he had his heart broken twice and she was cousin of one of those people who did it. The one he couldn’t forget and move on.
Damien’s mind still was running with thoughts. Eleanor Zhou was in his house, she wanted him as much as he wanted her, but he couldn’t stop thinking about what happened two years ago.
When he confessed his feelings to Allen. And told him that he would understand if Allen had chosen another person instead of him. And those words turned out to be a lie, because Damien was an incapable fool to shut his feelings away and let them go.
…But this time, was the other way around. It was Ellie who had given him the chance to opt if he wanted to further things between them or not.
He knew it was a simple answer. But, somehow, that wasn’t simple to him. Why? Was it because she was a Park? Was it because they had a relationship? He believed that they weren’t friends just yet. But they could come to be. Just friends or friends with benefits. It was his decision.
…Or was it because he simply was Damien Nazario? He was pretty sure that was the latter one. How the hell could she read him like an open book? Know exactly what he felt and thought? They had known each other for less than a week and yet, it seemed like she knew him better than Nadia and even Allen would ever know him.
Fuck. Here he was overthinking again. He always thought too much. Things could be simpler. Much simpler. There weren’t going to be heartbreaks, as long as they were both pretty clear and open about what… about whatever they had until then and were going to have.
Plus, this time would be completely different from what happened with Allen. Because he had already been in love with Allen for four years when he finally confessed. But with Ellie was different. They had just met; they weren’t friends yet. Yes, he liked her company and she was a great girl; but he wasn’t in love with her. And she wasn’t in love with him either (or with anyone else). They both just shared this… primal desire.
…She was right. They were both two grown up adults, for fuck’s sake. He could deal with it. He was going to simply shut his feelings out. It wasn’t that hard. As he always said, they couldn’t let emotions take over them.
And God knew how much he wanted her. How much he wanted to fuck her until she was senseless.
That was it. They were both adults, single and smart and capable enough to know to not mix sex with love. Sex was sex and love was love.
Yep. He could do it.
Ellie had just started regretting her proposal, when she saw Damien slowly nodding.
“…Yeah. You’re right. No more drama. No more heartbreaks. Things can be simple.” – he said and she took a cautious step towards him. – “Right?”
“Things can be simple.” – she said firmly, resting her hands on his chest, feeling his heart beating fast. – “…Are you ready now, D?” – her eyes locked on his, shining with anticipation. – “Because I am.”
Damien nodded and he gently pulled her chin to his. Their lips met easily in a sweet and delicate kiss, but Ellie melt either way and had to cling onto him to not fall. How it could be both so passionate and tender at the same time?
“You know, I think the bed will be more comfortable.” – he muttered, his voice hoarse, his lips still brushing on hers. She grinned.
“Lead the way.” – and, still in each other’s arms, tasting one another, they stumbled into his bedroom.
“Ellie, bedroom. Bedroom, Ellie.” – he said, gesturing to his bed with his free hand, while his other arm still was around her shoulders.
Eleanor giggled. He could be such a dork sometimes. She liked it.
And then, the next thing she knew, Damien Nazario was kissing her more desperately, hungrily, intoxicatingly this time. His large and warm hands were already on her hips, pulling her in until her whole body was tightly against his. She practically could feel every inch of him behind their clothes. His body temperature was so high, he was like a human heater.
When Ellie finally regained control of herself, she threw her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. She would never get tired of kissing him.
She smiled against his lips when his hands went down, squeezing her ass cheeks.
“Mmm, D…” – she groaned as she felt his hardened length against her belly.
“I want you. So fucking much.” – he said back, his lips brushing on her neck, putting light kisses there.
“I want you too. I need you.” – her breath was hot against his skin. Then, he pulled the blouse Ellie was wearing out as she unbuttoned his shirt.
“Oh my God, what are these?!” – she shouted, seeing his naked torso. She immediately touched his abs and Damien felt a shiver. Her hands were cold. – “This is ridiculous. You are ridiculous. No one can be this ripped!” – she laughed throwing her head backwards, but was interrupted when his hungry mouth was suddenly on hers again. She kissed him back, already completely lost in him.
“You talk too much, Ellie. Do you know that?”
“Yeah… But I bet you like it.” – she purred against his ear and then, her lips started kissing the skin of his jaw, neck, collarbone, descending more and more as she pulled his jeans and underwear down… – “Well, hello, Big D.”
Damien groaned with embarrassment. He would definitely kill Nadia when she was back. But that thought immediately vanished his mind when Ellie touched him down there.
“Do you like this?” – Eleanor asked playfully and her hands worked on him. But before Damien could think of any comeback to her, her perfect lips wrapped around the tip of his length.
“Fuck!” – he let out the swear word as his hands immediately flied to her head, pulling her hair. They both groaned as he thrusted down her throat. Eleanor could feel every inch of him filling her mouth as one of her hands squeezed his balls and the other went down to her own sex, underneath her underwear.
Watching Ellie on her knees in front of him as he thrusted, her eyes locked on his the whole time as she touched herself was delirious. It was being too much. His dick had been so deprived from touch (at least, another person’s touch), that Damien feared that he could not handle it for too long.
When he felt like he was close to the edge, he pulled Eleanor’s face to his, roughly.
“You’ll drive me nuts if you keep on doing this.” – he said, panting hard, one of his hands around her neck. He watched her licking her own lips, her eyes gleaming mischievously.
“I want you so bad, D…” – she whispered, biting his earlobe playfully. – “I want you to fuck me…”
And with that, he shoved her down his own bed and, with a swift move, he took off the rest of her clothes, making Ellie laugh, while she removed her bra. Damien stopped from bending over the woman for a moment to admire her, the lights of the city entering through the window, lightening every and each one of her curves.
“What?” – she asked with a smirk, resting on her elbows.
“You are so sexy.”
“Nah. My breasts are too small.” – and she started playing with them, making his eyes shine with lust.
He climbed on top of her, kissing her softly.
“They’re perfect.” – he said, his hands on her sensitive nipples that immediately turned hard under his touch.
“Well, you look like an absolute god, D.” – her hands cupped his face as she pulled him even closer until his forehead was on hers, their noses brushing. – “Come here.” – she practically purred, completely laying down on his mattress, with him on top of her.
Their lips met in a heated kiss. Eleanor wouldn’t know how to explain it, maybe it was because she’d been touch deprived for way too long, maybe it was because his rough and warm hands touched her in all the right places, maybe it was because Damien was so stupidly hot and sexy, but God, she felt so intoxicated by him. He was so damn addictive.
She groaned against his mouth when he touched her down there, that sensitive spot between her legs.
“…already so wet, Zhou?” – he murmured, grinning at her.
“What can I say? I want you, Nazario. Since the very first time I laid my eyes on you.” – and she had to bite back a moan, when he entered one finger into her sex.
“Glad to know that it was reciprocated.” – he said and then her lips captured his again, kissing him passionately as he moved his finger in and out of her.
Eleanor felt like he pulled out too soon when his lips stopped kissing hers, but she didn’t protest when they started exploring her down… her neck, her collarbone, her breasts, her flat stomach… getting dangerously close to her inner thighs… making her heart pound in anticipation and her breath quicken. Ellie couldn’t hold back a gasp when his mouth finally found her wanting core.
He watched her moaning, her body aching and melting down as his tongue licked her folds and clit and he pumped another finger into her.
He liked when she cursed. But he liked it more when she moaned. So he decided to keep her moaning for a long time…
“Oh my God…!” – she gasped as Damien felt her tensing under his touch. His heart leapt when she let out a loud moan as she orgasmed a little later.
Her body still was shivering slightly when he bent over her again, kissing her sweetly and Eleanor tasted herself on his lips and her head went even more dizzier.
He positioned himself between her legs, rubbing his hard length on her sex before he slowly slid inside her, each of his hands beside her head.
“Oh, Damien…” – Ellie moaned when she felt him filling her up.
“Holy shit…” – he cursed, getting used to the sensation of her around him. She was so perfectly tight. – “You feel so good, Ellie.” – he murmured as he leaned in and captured her lips with his again, practically feeling every inch of her sweaty body beneath him.
They both wanted it to last as much as possible, so they moved together in perfect sync, initially making love slowly and kissing a lot, his hands cupping her face while hers clinged to his strong and broad shoulders. It was insane how it felt like they fitted in so well.
“I want more, D…” – she whispered, smiling deviously at him, bringing her hips to his.
He grinned back and started thrusting in her faster, rougher, deeper, bringing her each time closer and closer to the edge.
Soon, Eleanor was moaning his name as her nails digged into his back, scratching recklessly. Damien bit hard the soft skin of Ellie’s shoulder as he controlled himself to not spill inside her just yet when he felt her muscles tightening around him.
“Oh my God…!” – Ellie gasped as she came again, her sex throbbing all around his, making her wrapped legs around his waist tremble with pleasure.
Damien quickly pulled out when he sensed that he was going to come too.
“Fuck!” – he cursed when he blew up, already outside her.
Her body still was shaking a little from her own orgasm, when Ellie felt him dripping off on her stomach. Damien rolled to her side and they both faced the bedroom ceiling, their chests moving heavily.
The man still was panting hard when he felt something warm and soft clinging to him. He opened his eyes and saw Eleanor’s pretty and flushed face, her hair all messy. She smiled widely at him as one of her hands stroked his face delicately.
“This was—“
“Amazing? Incredible? Breathtaking?” – he said with that stupidly charming grin back to his face, interrupting her, who rolled her eyes at him.
“You are so conceited, D.” – but she put a light kiss on his jaw anyway, before pulling out and climbing down the bed.
“Where are you going?” – he asked, watching her. The vision of her walking around his bedroom completely naked was enough to make him hard already.
“I’ll take a quick shower. I don’t know about you, but I don’t like sleeping feeling all sweaty. Feel free to join me.” – she winked at him as she exited the room.
Damien leapt out of the bed and followed Eleanor inside the bathroom, her laughter filling the apartment. It was time for the second round.