Summary: Damien accepts Ellie’s proposal and, since he had already broken all those rules, why not enjoy each other’s company a little more?
Disclaimer: (most) characters belong to Pixelberry Studios. Male!MC (Allen).
Author’s note: Woooo three NSFW chapters in a row?? That’s damn right, what can I do if Damien and Ellie are kinky and this fandom is thirsty? We shall deliver lol!
Pairing: Damien x OC (Ellie)
“Alright, fill me in.” – Damien Nazario said as he scrolled through a Lucy James’ Facebook profile. He saw several photos of a blonde girl in different occasions, and noticed that Ellie appeared more often on the older ones.
“Lucy James is my best friend. We met during our freshman year in college when we were assigned roommates.” – Eleanor Zhou started explaining as she dressed herself, unnoticing Damien’s eyes occasionally lingering on her body. – “Hey, where did you get this?” – she pointed to the glass of scotch on his hand. Dipper was already back inside the apartment, eating a bunch of dog biscuits, as Ellie promised her.
“On Allen’s drink cabinet, obviously. But this doesn’t matter right now. Tell me more about Lucy.”
Ellie rolled her eyes and plopped down on the couch next to him, grabbing the laptop from him and resting it on her lap. She wouldn’t take the risk of Damien spilling whiskey on one of her most precious things.
“Lucy is the sweetest girl I’ve ever met. She’s been my best friend for 10 years… she was the first there for me when my mom passed away.”
“I’m sorry to hear this. I didn’t know—“
“It’s okay, it’s been so long… I was on my senior year, freaking out about my final project… It all happened so fast. My mom was with lung cancer and we discovered it a little too late.” – she shrugged, trying to act tough, but Damien noticed her hands slightly shaking. He put his hand on top of hers and squeezed them, making Ellie feel a little better. She smiled in gratitude. – “You know, the pain doesn’t get easier. It just gets more manageable. I was very close to my mom. Anyway, Nadia and Allen comforted me too, but Lucy had always been there. That year was a whirlwind, and if she didn’t help me, I probably would have killed myself of exhaustion. I tend to work to forget about my problems. She’s one of the only constant things in my life. After our graduation, we managed to stay close. I tried to come to New York; I always loved the big city vibes, plus, I’d be near my cousins, which I’d grown closer to after my mom’s death, but the closest I got was Northbridge, a job at Morfit Magazine where I still work, so I moved there. This was almost six years ago.” – Damien caught himself thinking that it was around this time when he met Allen and Nadia. What if things had turned different and Ellie came to New York instead of Northbridge? He probably would have met her sooner, along with her cousins. Would he had fallen in love with her instead of Allen? – “…After two years, Lucy got a job at Prescott’s HQ and she moved in with me.” – Ellie kept telling, showing him pics of those times, oblivious to what he was imagining and his eyes longing on her face. – “She’d been my roommate for almost three years and things were great, until she met this guy, 18 months ago. Robert Zucko. And I think he’s bad news.” – she sighed. – “We’ve been fighting a lot since then. And because of a stupid man.” – she rolled her eyes, annoyed.
“Do you have any evidence why you don’t like him?”
“Well, nothing concrete if that’s what you mean. It’s just my gut, really.”
“I need more proof if you want my help, Ellie.”
“Well, I thought this was your job. Help me find clues.” – she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back into the couch, her eyes studying his face.
“I know this, but you have to tell me why you are suspicious of him. And about what.”
She picked her cellphone and extended it to him, showing texts she exchanged with Lucy. They looked like normal and simple conversations between two girl friends.
“Lucy went to live together with him a year ago. Robert, or ‘Rob’ as he likes to be called, seemed like the perfect guy, you know? He was super sweet to her, always showering her with gifts and all this bullshit. But I never bought this facade of ‘good guy’. And, as soon as they moved in together, things changed. They started fighting a lot over the most stupid things. He became more possessive. He always questioned Lucy where she went and whom she met. And after an incident that happened between me and him, I bet Rob told Lucy to meet me less frequently. We could always go drink together after work with my coworker and friend Poppy, but she gradually stopped going out with us. It actually was a miracle that he let her take care of my dog, Freddie, for me—”
“Wait, wait.” – he interrupted her. – “You said you and Robert had an incident? What do you mean by it?”
Eleanor hesitated for a second before telling him:
“He… he harassed me. He touched me.” – Damien felt his heart stopping for a second. – “The first time I thought it was an accident. You know, things like these happens, like when you’re in a packed train. Someone accidentally touches you.” – she shrugged. – “But the next time, we were on this party, when they moved together. I went to the kitchen to grab more beer and ‘Rob’ was there too. And this time he deliberately groped me, no doubt. I felt his entire hand in my ass.” – Damien felt anger rising from inside him.
“Are you okay?” – he asked through gritted teeth.
“Yeah, I slapped him the exact moment I felt it and started yelling. Lucy came into the kitchen running and found us screaming at each other. But, even though she’d been known me for ten years, she stayed by her boyfriend’s side. Of course I got so mad at that time that I simply left the party. But the problem is not what he did to me. But what he’s doing to Lucy. After I let it all sank in, I called her. But she asked me to not call her anymore, just text. Because Rob asked her too. I think he wants to know everything about all of her conversations, and through texts you have the whole parts involved, unlike when you’re talking on a phone, when you hear only one side of the call. Of course my relationship with Lucy went sour after it.” – he nodded, one of his hands on her thigh, squeezing it affectionately. She gazed into his eyes deeply. – “I thought that maybe I was being too paranoid or just too cynical (that wouldn’t be the first time), but an alarm went off inside my head, you know? I know something’s off. Because, thinking back now, I swear, I saw it. Fear in her eyes, when Robert and I fought and he asked her if she was doubting her own boyfriend’s words. The way he looked at her and how terrified she looked back. You shouldn’t be scared of, technically, the ‘love of your life’. But she was. She is. Robert Zucko is too controlling, too aggressive. My best friend is in an abusive relationship, although she claims that it’s not this, that everything’s fine. She won’t admit it to me and will be mad at me if she finds out what I’m doing, but I don’t care anymore. I think she’s in danger and she’s my best friend. I’m worried about her and I’ll protect and help her even if she doesn’t want me to.” – Eleanor Zhou said with a conviction that Damien never saw before, and he knew pretty much by now that she was a feisty woman. – “And this is why I’m asking for your help, D. I need concrete proof that he’s abusing her. Of course, I’ll pay for your job and everything. But please, help me. My cousins told me how fast and efficient you got that dude who sent those awful drawings to Nadia… and of course I’ll help you. With whatever you ask me.”
They looked at each other’s face, Ellie’s eyes shining with determination and, god dammit, he never wanted to kiss her more than that moment.
A sly grin spread through his lips.
“Let’s do this, Ellie. Let’s bring this motherfucker down.”
And then, he saw the most beautiful and radiant smile spreading across Ellie’s face.
“Thank you, D!” – she squealed, throwing her arms around his neck and enveloping him in a tight hug. He hugged her back, thinking that he liked the sensation of her body more than he should. He would definitely miss her presence there when she’d be back to Northbridge. Oh fuck, he was so, so screwed. But she soon pulled out. – “Alright, so where do we start? Oh, we can schedule your work hours, because I know that you have another cases going on—” – she picked her mobile back and started searching through it.
But Damien gently put her cellphone down, surprising Eleanor.
“I’ll send you an email with all my job information, all you’ll need to know. But I don’t want to talk about job right now.” – his eyes intently gazing her lips.
That mischievous smile was back onto her face.
“Oh? And what do you want right now, D?” – she asked, leaning closer to him, her now free hand on his thigh, dangerously close to his crotch.
“You.” – he whispered before his mouth practically devoured hers.
Ellie immediately forgot about Lucy, Robert and everything else. She focused on kissing him back and that exciting sensation of his warm hand around her throat, her heart thumping like crazy inside her chest. Damien tasted like whiskey, lust and danger and she wanted more of it. They had just fucked moments ago, but she was already so ready for it again. For him.
She moaned when his other hand slid down inside her underwear, touching her hot and sensitive core. Her legs opened slightly.
“I like it when you do this, Ellie.” – he murmured in her ear, and she moaned again when he slipped two fingers into her already wet sex, pumping them in and out. Her breath quickened and she arched her hips towards his touch as he kissed her neck.
“D…” – she called him breathless, pulling his chin up so he could face her. He had that stupid confident and charming grin back onto his lips that totally drove her crazy, and Eleanor kissed him fully. He groaned when she touched his crotch, her hand slowly exploring his hard length over his jeans. – “Let’s get rid of this clothes.” – he agreed with her. Soon, she was only wearing her simple matching underwear and he was on his boxers, their hands all over each other again, their lips meeting. – “Come here.” – she purred as she laid back on the couch.
Damien bent over her, still with that cocky smirk on his face, and playfully bit her bottom lip. Then, his lips started traveling down her body, leaving burning kisses behind, making Ellie shiver slightly and get goosebumps all over her skin. He slipped her underwear easily and buried his head between her legs.
She moaned again, louder, when his tongue found her clit. Another cry escaped from her lips when his fingers were back inside her dripping sex, as his hungry and hot mouth devoured her. One of her hands found his free hand, and they interlaced their fingers together. Damien felt when she started throbbing against him, her whole body tensing.
“Come for me, Ellie.” – he ordered in a whisper, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
Ellie couldn’t take it anymore. Everything was too much, too good. She felt like her body exploded in a million pieces as waves of pleasure hit her. Damien totally loved how her whole body always trembled when she came, tightening and pulsing around him. It made him even harder for her, every time.
Eleanor still was panting and shivering a little because of the orgasm when Damien climbed on top of her again, kissing her sweetly.
“You’re so sexy…” – he murmured, looking at her flushed and beautiful face with longing eyes. She weakly smiled back at him.
“God, will I ever get tired of you, Nazario?” – she asked but, before he could even answer her, Ellie pulled him in for another passionate kiss.
They were so busy with each other’s mouth and the sensation of their skin against one another that they didn’t notice Dipper happily barking in the balcony as she recognized the couple climbing out of the yellow taxi that had just stopped right in front of the building.
Ellie suddenly stopped kissing him, when she heard chatting voices outside the apartment, realization hitting her hard.
“Oh my God. Today is Friday and not Thursday like I thought! Allen’s back from his honeymoon!”
She pushed Damien frantically, making him stop kissing her.
“Shit!” – she cursed, sitting straight on the couch and fishing her underwear from the floor. – “Quick, D, get yourself dressed!”
“What?” – he asked her, visibly confused. She had already put her T-shirt back.
“Allen is—“
And then, someone opened the apartment door.