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mrsnazariowrites · 4 years

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Yes, Sir (NSFW)

Perfect Match

Pairing: Damien x MC

Rating: 18+; Title says it all. If you are reading this, then you acknowledge that you are 18 or older and consenting to read written portrayals of sexual encounters.

A/N: Slightly earlier than Thirsty Thursday, but here it is! I don’t write smut very often and I really feel like I went all out this time! Set in Perfect Match 2 Chapter 10 after Winona Johnson’s Hollywood party. Hope you enjoy ;)

Summary: Maya returns from the hottest party of the year and Damien is waiting for her with an even better one in store.

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Maya plopped herself in the living room couch with a sigh, contemplating the eventful day she’d had. The plan of attending Winona’s party turned out to be a success. Initially, she’d thought this was just going to be a slow start; getting Winona to listen to them, then planting the seed of doubt about Eros. Instead, not only had Winona believed them, she’d decided to feature them as guests on her show.

Part of her was excited about it while the other was telling her that this was a colossally bad idea. Sharing her story on live TV would definitely start a controversy that could pretty much go in any direction. Revealing Hayden to the world as a Match was going to hurt Eros’ credibility, but it wouldn’t just end there. At this point, Maya knew Rowan and Cecile too well. They would definitely retaliate with attacks of their own.

Tomorrow, there would be hours of debating on how to go about this. But for now, all Maya cared about was a nice warm bed and a certain P.I, who was no doubt waiting for her tonight.

She looked down to the dress she was wearing – the same, light blue floral maxi that she’d worn to Winona Johnson’s party. The dress had achieved its purpose in impressing all the celebrities. But most importantly, it had impressed Damien.

Maya blushed upon recalling earlier this evening when he’d seen her in it.

She adjusted the strap of her dress, making sure it was in place. Then she heard footsteps behind her. “Just give me a second, Nadia, it won’t kill us to be a few minutes late-” She turned to find Damien standing there, watching her in a stunned silence.

Realizing she’d caught him staring, he quickly cleared his throat. “That’s a good look for you.” He said, his gaze traveling from the crown of her head to her feet. He stepped forward, hesitating for a second before reaching out. His fingers touched the soft fabric of her dress, gingerly trailing along the opening at her thigh. Then Damien pulled his hand back, curling his fingers into his palm. When he looked back up at her, there was a hungry flash in his eyes. “Don’t be gone too long.”

“I’ll do my best.”

Heat stirred within her at the thought and she immediately stood up, telling Hayden a quick good night as he headed to his room. When she got to the room she and Damien were sharing, Maya stood outside the door, listening. There was no sound. He’s probably asleep. She walked as quietly as she could, trying not to wake him. But as soon as she stepped in, Maya took note of the dimmed lights and a lone figure standing near the dresser. “Damien?” she called softly. “Is that you?”

Damien didn’t answer at first. He took a few steps forward until he was sure she could see him completely, Maya’s eyes widened when she took him in – clad in the old police uniform he’d taken with him. “You’ve been gone for a while,” He said huskily. “I’ve been waiting.”

She dropped her purse, rushed forward and pulled his face down to hers, kissing him deeply as his arms encircled her waist. “Mmm,” Maya closed her eyes, relishing the feeling of his lips on hers. “Well I’m here now.” She felt him smile against her as he steered her around the dresser.

“I’m glad.”

Maya felt her back hit the wall and she broke the kiss, looking at him curiously.

“So how was the party?” Damien asked.

“It was awesome. You should’ve seen her home. It was so big and beautiful! She even has her own bowling alley! Not to mention my dress got us into the VIP section.”

“I can see why,” he laughed as he looked her up and down once again, his expression just as hungry as it’d been before. “You look beautiful.”

“Aww you’re so sweet,” she said adoringly. “I wish you could’ve come with me.” Maya splayed her hands on his chest, fingering one of the patches on his uniform, pressing herself closer to him. “But enough of that. How about we skip to the part where you get this dress off of me?”

“Now hold on,” Damien drew back. “You got all dressed up for these famous people, but I only get to see you in it for five minutes?” He shook his head. “That hardly seems fair, Miss Park.” A mischievous smirk spread on his face. “No, you’re gonna wear that dress until I say otherwise.”

Maya raised an eyebrow. So that’s how this is gonna be? Clearly his uniform had a bigger purpose tonight than just looking sexy and she would be lying if she wasn’t all for it.

“Do you understand, Miss Park?”

The firm question brought her out of her thoughts and she straightened, widening her eyes innocently, as if she hadn’t noticed the slight tic in his jaw as she said, “Yes, Sir.”

He nodded, his gaze darkened with desire and he began trailing kisses from her cheek down to her neck. She tilted her head back, allowing him more access. “So . . . VIP access, huh?” He paused, knowing all too well what this was doing to her – him throwing in casual conversation when it was clear what they should be doing right now. “Meet anyone interesting?”

“Yeah . . .” Maya’s knees grew shaky as his once-soft kisses turned firm. She clutched his shoulders, struggling to keep her mind straight. “Lots of celebrities like-” she gasped when he pushed her further against the wall and gently bit her earlobe.

“Like . . .?” his hot breath tickled her skin and she let out a soft moan. Damien made a disapproving noise. “I asked you a question, Miss Park.” He whispered in her ear.

“Like-” Maya cleared her throat, steadying her breathing. She could feel him smirking against her skin and it was delightfully infuriating. This was killing her and he knew it. “Alyssa Griffin, Cassandra Leigh, Ryan Summers, Josh Morello, that new guy hosting AME . . . lots of people.”

“I see.”

Maya reached around blindly, fumbling at the buttons of his uniform. She’d just managed to pop one open when Damien caught her wrists, pinning them to the wall on either side of her head. She opened her mouth to protest, but he shook his head, grinning smugly. “I have another question, Miss Park. Did anyone . . . flirt with you?”

Maya regarded him, surprised. “Is that an appropriate question to ask at this time?” She ground her hips against his and he sucked in a breath. “Given the context . . .”

“Curious minds would like to know,” Damien replied, nuzzling her neck tenderly. “You in that dress, Hollywood party, lots of celebrities who’d, no doubt, share my appreciation for your looks.” There was no anger or accusation of any kind in his tone, just a teasing glint in his eyes. “No judgment here, though. Can’t say I blame them.”

Comprehension dawned on her and a playful smile broke out on her face. “Well, it’s not important but . . . Winona’s rival kinda did.”

“Her rival?”

“Some loser in a white shirt. Anyway, he tried to flirt with me and I pretty much shot him down.”

“Really?” He glanced at her, his dark eyes twinkling with amusement. “And what, may I ask, did you do?”

“I may have used a question about Rowan West to imply that he needs matchmaking services. And that I’d be bleaching this encounter from my memory.” Damien’s laugh resonated through her and Maya nearly lost it. “Oh for god’s sake Damien, who cares about that?! I want you, damn it! Just . . . oh . . .” She felt the strap of her dress being pulled down and her breath hitched. Damien leaned in and licked along her bare shoulder, sucking on a sensitive spot and eliciting another moan from her. “Oh Damien . . .”

His hands were now ghosting up and down her sides, then stopped at her chest to fondle her breasts through the fabric of her dress. “Sounds like you’ve had an interesting evening.”

And it’s getting even better.

He began kissing down her chest, pulling at her dress along the way. He then took her nipple between his teeth and she inhaled sharply, grasping at his shoulders.

“You made me wait for you all night. Can’t be a little patient for me, now?”

“Come onn, that’s not fair . . .”

Although if you ask nicely, I could cut you some slack.”

“Please, Sir,” she whimpered. Maya was no stranger to teasing. She could have patience when it came to that especially if she was the one doing the teasing, except she could only be patient for so long until there was no other thought in her head but the raw desire pooling in her. The desire to have Damien where she wanted him.

“That’s my good girl.” He began to kiss further down her body until he was on his knees before her, making sure he lingered the longest wherever she was still covered by her dress. Just when she was about to let out another frustrated whine, Damien reached the opening of her dress and immediately hoisted her thigh over his shoulder.

She writhed in anticipation as he quickly pulled down her now-dampened panties. “Damn, Maya. You’re so wet.” He buried his face between her legs, perfectly aware that every sound he made, she could feel to her core. “Is that for me?”

“Yes, Sir.” As if in response, Damien slid his tongue between her folds, finding her pearl and lapping at it. Maya threw her head back and moaned loudly, not caring who would hear her. “Ohhh god . . . that feels . . . .” She braced one of her hands against the wall, while her other dug her fingers into his hair.

Damien trailed his other hand up her leg, found her center and began to massage her gently, his mouth continuing the delicious torture that built up her pleasure more and more with every stroke.

“Mine. Only mine.” He breathed, before plunging two fingers into her.

“Yes, Sir!” She cried. “I’m yours.”

Eventually, the pleasure became too much and her legs began to shake. Maya bucked her hips against his mouth, forcing his tongue and his fingers deeper into her, over and over until she finally came with a soft cry, arching her back.

As she came down from her high, he stood back up, trailing more kisses along the way. When Maya finally opened her eyes, she saw him before her, gazing at her lovingly. Damien surged forward and captured her mouth in a deep kiss, which she happily returned, not caring that she could taste herself in his mouth.

They broke apart, panting, the flutter of desire still there. “Wow,” was all she could say. “That was . . .”

“Speechless?” He laughed softly, pressing their foreheads together. “That’s a first.”

“Shut up,” Maya giggled. “Potentially ruining the moment is my job. And . . .” She moved one of her hands down his chest to cup the visible bulge in his pants, eliciting a groan from Damien, which fueled her arousal once again. “We still need to do something about this.” She pulled him forward by his tie, steering them until she’d backed both of them into the dresser. “Still up for a round two?”

Damien’s lips brushed hers as he whispered. “Oh I never said I was done with you yet.” He fumbled for the zipper of her dress, yanking it down and letting the silky material pool at her feet. He stepped back and took a moment to admire her, his heart pounding wildly as she eyed him hungrily.

“Clothes off. Now.”

He smirked at her, a fire in his eyes, as he stood straighter and began to gradually unbutton his uniform. Once it was open, Damien stalked towards her, slowly pulling it off and revealing his muscled chest and abs. Then he loosened his belt and tossed it aside. “Tell me what you want, Maya.” He commanded.

“Take me. Right here on this dresser.”

He reached behind her and with one sweep of his arm, knocked every single cosmetic off of the dresser. Then he turned her around and bent her over the wooden surface. Maya barely managed to catch herself, gasping when he pressed his body against hers, effectively pinning her there. Then he leaned forward and pressed his lips to her neck, wasting no time to mark her.

“Oh Damien . . . please . . .”

“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” He murmured, his voice thick with affection.

“Yes,” she moaned softly. From where his hips were slowly grinding against her, she could feel his bulging erection through his pants.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir.” Then she bucked her hips against his, eliciting a growl.

He tsked at her. “So desperate already . . . but you’ve been a good girl tonight, so I think you deserve a little reward. What do you say?” There was a proud smirk on his face.

“Yes, Sir! Please, fuck me!”

Damien didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled his pants down and kicked them aside, lined himself up at her entrance, then slammed his length inside of her. Maya cried out and jolted forward to grasp at the dresser. Damien noticed and stopped, waiting as she took a few breaths to steady herself.

He leaned closer to her and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You all right, doll? I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“No, I’m fine.” she whispered. “Keep going. I want it rough tonight.”

He kissed her temple softly. “Anything for you.”

She gripped the edge of the dresser, bracing herself as Damien pounded into her. His fingers weaved into her hair, holding her down. “You like that, Maya? You like it when I fuck you from behind?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Good girl.” From the corner of her eye, she could see his lips quirked into a proud grin.

“Damien . . .” she was panting and moaning shamelessly. “More . . . please!”

His rhythm slowed but then he began thrusting even harder than before, as if his life depended on it. “How’s this?”

“Oh god!” Maya gasped at the intensity, then let out a soft whimper before her breath caught in her throat. She shut her eyes, trying to pick up her rhythm again, and then began pushing her hips back against his, meeting his movements as they came.

Suddenly, his fingers curled into her hair, tugging her head back so it was resting against his shoulder. She felt his hot breath on her ear. “Look at me, Maya,” he commanded. “I want you to watch me take you.”

Maya’s eyes fluttered open and she looked at the mirror, at herself; face flushed, fingers digging into the wooden furniture, her breasts bouncing back and forth, mouth hung open as she cried out every time he claimed her.

“That’s it.” Damien was fixated on their reflection in the mirror, his eyes glazed with passion. “See that?” he whispered, slowing down to savor the moment. “See what I dream about when you’re not around?” He began grinding against that spot that made her forget everything but this moment; his moment with just him and her. “You’re the only one who can get me like this.” His hand moved down to her center, pressing and circling her clit. “And who I love doing this.”

“Ohh!” She could swear she was seeing stars. “Oh, Damien! Yes!”

“Keep watching,” He breathed against her. “And remember that you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she panted. “Only yours, Sir.”

“That’s my girl.”

Then she felt the unmistakable fluttering in her muscles as her legs began to twitch. Her eyes widened involuntarily as she began to let herself go. “Damien, I’m- I’m gonna-”

Damien tugged at her hair again. “There you go. Come for me, Maya.”

“Damien!” Her breath came out in ragged gasps as she watched herself come undone, small hoarse screams forced out of her as he rode out her orgasm as long as he could, making sure she could relish every bit of pleasure before it was his turn.

“Oh god . . . Maya!” He buried his face in her hair, letting out a strangled cry as he followed her over the edge, giving her everything he had.

Maya slumped against the dresser, closing her eyes as she relished the warm tingling sensations throughout in her body. As Damien came to, he brushed her hair aside and placed gentle, affectionate kisses against her temple before resting his head against her shoulder. Once they’d managed to catch their breath, he supported her as they found their way back to their bed.

Maya smiled contently as she lay her on her back against his chest, lazily pulling the covers over the two of them and they settled in, enjoying the hazy afterglow. She intertwined one of her hands with one of his, leaning into his embrace as his fingers lightly traced the skin along her hip.

After a while, Maya finally found her voice. “So . . . ‘girlfriend’, huh?”

“Hmm?”

“Earlier today when we were at your mom’s place.” She leaned back and tilted her head up to glance at him. “You introduced me as your girlfriend?”

“Yeah.” Damien said, his cheeks tinged slightly red. “Is that . . . okay?”

“Of course! I’d kiss you again for that, but I kind of can’t move my legs just yet.” She joked. “Thanks for that, by the way.”

He let out a deep laugh. “Anytime.”

“You haven’t answered my question yet.”

“Oh right.” Damien shrugged. “I mean, we’ve been together for a while now. After everything we’ve been through together, all the serious conversations we’ve had about . . . well, us . . .” he motioned his hand between the two of them. “I guess I sort of assumed it was implied.” His grin was slightly bashful. “Pretty lame, right?”

Maya shook her head. “No, it’s not. I like it! In fact,” she leaned back to flash him a cheeky grin. “Some might even say it’s four years overdue.”

“You’re gonna use that against me every single time, aren’t you?”

“Count on it.”

“You’re a monster.” His snarky jab made her giggle and he pinched her in the side playfully, smirking when she couldn’t keep her laughter at a reasonable volume.

“But you love it.”

Damien leaned in and kissed her forehead, beaming with happiness – more than he’d been in quite a while. “Yeah, I kind of do.”

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kaiparksbadly · 5 years

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Sooooo, @javsarts blessed my eyes with this beautiful artwork of Damien and MC living and enjoying their boring life together. And now I miss these two and their relationship ten times more than the usual. 😭 😭 BUt again, thank you. Thank you so much, @javsarts!

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strangedraws · 4 years

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The holy trinity

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syphax · 5 years

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Same energy

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chiliraccoon · 4 years

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You won't convince me otherwise.

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kayann9 · 4 years

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Walking Away Damien X F!MC

So.... This is definitely one I was never going to post. I never actually finished Perfect Match because I genuinely did not want it to end. I wrote this after about Chapter 6 of book 1. It’s third person so not my usual!

Damien X F!MC (Romance/ angst)

Words - 1678

Rating - T (a little bit of swearing)

He’d finished the case last month. Two women, worried about some odd pictures they were receiving, had strolled into his marginally bleak office with the hope that he would be the answer they were looking for seen as the police had done nothing. As he had thought at the time, it had been a stalker – an overzealous fan – declaring his love for Nadia in the most unromantic and warped ways he could have mustered. And that should have been the end of it all.

Should have.

As Damien straightened the folders on his desk he thought about texting an excuse; it wouldn’t be hard. He could tell Nadia he had a case. He could tell Nadia that. Giving an excuse to Izzy, he had found over the course of this investigation, had proven a little harder.

What else would I be doing? His brain argued. Drinking tequila and replaying the last year of my life perhaps? He wasn’t sure if his mind was trying to make a case for or against him going but mulling over his discharge from his last post was neither appealing nor fun.

His phone lit up as he turned off the light to his office.

At Shenanigans. Nads is late and there is a man in a top hat talking to me. Hurry it up Sherlock.

Damien snorted. Only her, he thought as he picked up the pace down the street.

Shenanigans, as anyone would assume for a Friday, was busy but there was Izzy, at the bar, wearing a tight smile as an obviously drunken man in a comedy top hat chattered at her. “Damien!” She jumped off the stool, the moment he walked through the day and gave an apologetic glance back to the man as she bounded away. “Thank god.”

“He seems like a catch.” Damien chuckled noting how the man kept looking her way even though she’d abruptly run off. He couldn’t blame the guy he guessed. He knew too well, way too well for a month and a half, that Izzy seemed to have that effect on people – men – without her really knowing it.

“You could say he has a certain lure,” she laughed at her own joke and even though Damien tried to roll his eyes, he couldn’t help the smirk that followed. “See, I can make you laugh! I caught that.”

This time Damien did roll his eyes.

“Whatever D, that moody mask isn’t fooling me.” She handed a beer to him and leaned on the bar. He didn’t know when she had started calling him D; it made a change from the fictional detectives she often referred to him as. He should have known at that point the line was getting blurred but part of him had relished in her saying it; it had aggravated him, annoyed him and it had caused his face to scowl, twist and frown. But she hadn’t been scared off. It hadn’t stopped her. She wasn’t taking the hint and part of him so desperately needed someone who wouldn’t take the hint.

They sipped their beer in comfortable silence.

Damien had noticed it happened when they were alone. Like the first time he’d been to their apartment and Nadia wasn’t home; Izzy had made him pizza while they waited and they’d made idle chatter about who they’d invite to dinner, living or dead, if they’d had the chance. He’d chosen Babe Ruth as one and that had led to a discussion about baseball and so on. But from there, he’d found her easy to be near – talking or not. She made no demands of him. She asked no heavy questions. Izzy only told bad jokes, discussed unimportant topics and was, much to his frustration, oddly difficult to read. The utter opposite of her cousin.

Damien got the bar tender’s attention and ordered the special.

He passed her the tequila. They clinked the little glass and threw the liquid down their throats.

“Ah, tequila. It won’t fix your life, but it’s worth a shot.” Izzy winked whilst Damien groaned.

“Are you having a competition with yourself to see how many awful puns you can fit into one social interaction?”

Tucking a loose, brown curl behind her ear, Izzy pulled her mouth into a smirk. “Actually, I’m having a competition with you and you are losing massively Poirot.”

Green eyes sparkled at him, the odd shade of green that he’d noticed when they’d first met only that time the emotion in them had been mired in worry and fear. Even then, they’d been noticeable and beautiful. He’d always found her attractive, even when he should have been concentrating on the job, but he couldn’t help it; chestnut hair sat just below her shoulders in waves, olive skin, only marked by a little scar above her left eye where she’d been pecked by a rooster as a child. Of course, he would find her attractive and despite his best efforts to ignore it, he still did. Only now, he’d decided he quite liked her company too. The problem was, every other man in this building probably felt the same way; just so the universe could taunt him a little more.

This is the last time I’m coming out, he promised himself as he drank her in. I can’t do this.

“So, you’ve started without me. What a surprise!” Nadia flicked a strand of hair over a delicate shoulder and muscled in between them.

Izzy rolled her eyes and bit her bottom lip. “Consider it compensation for your lateness. I had to talk to that guy.” Her head nodded in the direction of the comedy hat guy who was now shirtless and singing ‘Mull of Kintyre’ as loud as he could. All three of them winced. “I needed that tequila.”

Nadia shook her head. “And what’s your excuse?” She looked at Damien.

“I was the bringer of tequila. And, I had to endure a hug. We all know how I feel about bodily contact.” He raised his eyebrows at his own lie before drinking his beer. He didn’t like hugs – apart from Izzy. The first time she’d hugged him, after they’d gotten drunk when the creeper had been caught, he’d panicked, maybe even tried to squirm out of it, but the second her head had rested on his chest his body had betrayed him. It had made his heart race. His arms had involuntarily clamped around her. His fingers had stroked the ends of her hair. And he had hated himself afterwards. Yet, every time she said farewell to him, she did so with a quick hug and he had not yet refused it.

“Yeah, D. I’m sure it was agony.” Nadia raised an eyebrow at him, thankfully, Izzy was distracted by the louts on the other side of the bar. Still, he froze. She knows. How does she know? He knew from the way her mouth lifted into a smirk, just on one side and how her arms folded over her chest. It told him: I’m onto you.

“What’s the plan? I am getting bad vibes in here. Like, any second Lord of the Dance is coming on and it’s all going to Hell.” Izzy’s questions shattered the unspoken conversation between them both. She noticed the look they shared and for a split second wondered what was going on.

Nadia swirled the wine around the glass. “There’s a dive bar over the road.” Her shoulders shrugged. They both looked at Damien.

He knew that bar. It had been one that he’d frequented when he’d gotten back. The one where he’d drunk until he’d almost passed out and where he’d taken home two of the barmaids (on separate occasions) and then he’d worn out his welcome. No. I can’t go in there. He breathed in deeply. This is the last time I come out. It has to be.

“I suppose this is where I leave you both.” He smiled. This time it was warm and even though Nadia heard his words, Izzy heard much more than that when she looked at his face.

“Oh, Damien, we can just go somewhere else.” Nadia started but Izzy knew better.

“I should go, seriously, I have a meeting early.”

“On a Saturday?” Nadia started.

“Nads, to be fair, you do owe me a girl’s night.” Izzy spoke, a light smile on her face and a grateful one on Damien’s. She gave him a silent welcome. Nadia’s gaze dropped back to Izzy and just like that she agreed.

As they were about to leave, Nadia left for the restroom apparently not trusting the ones at a place called the Lord Drake.

“So,” Izzy started and shoved her hands in her pockets.

Damien took in a deep breath knowing that he wouldn’t see her again. Or he’d be trying not to.

“I’ll see you around, Inspector Gadget.” Izzy chuckled and despite his best effort so did he. Just when he was about to speak, Izzy stepped forwards and wrapped her arms around his torso. His breath hitched. Even though his brain was screaming at him to stay rational, logical and sent reminders to the forefront of his brain about the last time work and professionalism became mingled, it didn’t stop him from resting his chin on her head and breathing in the scent of flowers that came from her hair. He stayed there a minute, maybe a little more. “I thought you didn’t like bodily contact.”

“Hardy Har.” He broke the hold but her hand stayed on his forearm.

“I’m giving you a pass this time. But don’t think you’ve seen the last of me Nazario. I’m persistent.” She whispered just as Nadia walked back towards them.

“I thought you didn’t do bo-”

“She already beat you to the joke Nadia.” Damien smirked when she huffed and crossed her arms.

“Fine. We’ll see you later D. Enjoy brooding.” She laughed before skipping off.

Izzy followed before turning on her heel. “Remember, one ‘get out of jail free’ card. And you just used it.”

Shit. His brain hummed. Shit, indeed.

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timmagicktoad-blog · 5 years

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no one:

literally nobody:

not a single soul on this god forsaken earth:

me, on the verge of tears: i miss damien

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squid-princess-teach-swallow · 2 years

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These two are about as subtle as a freight train 😂🤣

Yes my MC just shamelessly admitted that she has feelings for her best friend even though she's dating a different girl

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romewritingshop · 4 years

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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*

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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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