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After getting ready for bed, you laid down and decided to get comfortable then turn on the TV. Damon has been gone a lot and coming home late recently, it's been awhile since you’ve had any time together. So, tonight you decided to stay up and wait for him to come home.

Finding something to watch was becoming impossible until you saw something that was decent enough and would keep you entertained for however long. While sitting in the dark and watching what you selected… your mind began to wander, thinking about what you hoped would happen as soon as he came back. How he would tease you until you begged him to give you what you wanted so badly; to the way he feels buried deep inside you.

Before you knew it your hands began to wander just like your thoughts had, you started running your hands up and down your body. Then your left hand went under the little black lacey silk pajama shirt you were wearing and you began playing with one of your nipples. While your right hand was occupied, your left made its way down your torso to your abdomen where you messed with the elastic band of the matching shorts. Eventually, you slid your hand underneath the pajama shorts and your underwear then slowly ran one of your fingers between your folds. You whimpered and repeated the movement until you felt good enough to finally slide a finger inside.

While your finger moved slowly in and out, you used your thumb to make small circles on your clit. You moaned and spread your legs out a little then added a little more pressure on your clit while you pinched your nipple at the same time, causing yourself to let out a moan that was a little louder than the one from before. Just when you were about to slide another finger inside of yourself, the door to the bedroom opened. To try to avoid getting caught, you quickly slid your hand out from under your little shorts then sat up and moved as quickly as possible to sit up.  Damon and you made eye contact, he gave you his signature smirk before he shook his head and rubbed his jaw with one of his hands. 

“What were you doing?” He asked while stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. You looked away and started fidgeting with the blanket, knowing you had been caught because he heard you downstairs. “I- uhm.. nothing, just watching a movie.” You lied, having the smallest bit of hope he would believe you even though you knew he wouldn’t. 

“Oh, were you…” Damon said while looking at the TV then looked back at you. He started walking towards the bed while chuckling a bit, but it was humorless. When you heard his footsteps stop you looked up and there he was, at the edge of the bed with his arms crossed, looking down at you. “You wanna know what I think you were doing?” He asked and you just gave him a blank stare, trying to hold down your nerves. “I think… you were touching yourself, I could hear your little pathetic moans from downstairs sweetheart.” He said while you shifted due to being a bit uncomfortable from being caught and… aroused at the same time. 

“Well.. I just… I didn’t mean to.. it just happened, I got carried away.” You said sheepishly because you were still feeling the embarrassment from being caught. “It just happened.. no it didn’t.” Damon replied as he chuckled. “Yes it did… I was waiting for you and my mind wandered.. I couldn’t help it.” You replied, mumbling the last bit while looking away but you could see him shaking his head in your peripheral. “All I’m hearing is that you were being needy and impatient, couldn’t even wait till I got home.” He said and you whimpered a little. “Tell me sweetheart, are you allowed to touch yourself?” Damon asked and you shook your head. “N- no..” You said quietly. 

“Exactly, now get up and come over here.” He replied then sat down on the edge of the bed with his back facing you. You slowly got up from your spot on the bed then walked over and stood in front of him, nervously fidgeting with your hands. Damon reached out and grabbed onto one of your wrists then pulled you over. He bent you over his lap then hastily pulled down your shorts and underwear. Once you felt the cool air against you it made you squirm a tad due to wetness between your legs. Damon held you still by your hip with one hand while his other grabbed a handful of one of your ass cheeks then squeezed. “Fucking stay still.” He said then let go of you then ran both his hands over the curve of your ass. Damon continued to squeeze and pull your ass cheeks apart, allowing the cool air to hit your pussy causing you to get wetter each time. You whimpered and whined while laying there as still as possible across his lap. 

He dipped one of his hands down between your thighs and ran two fingers through your wetness then started to rub circles against your entrance. You shakily sighed and let out a soft moan while arching your back a little. Damon then used his other hand to land a harsh slap against your ass which caused you to jolt forward slightly while you yelped. “So fucking wet and yet.. I’ve hardly even touched you, such a desperate little slut.” He said while slowly dipping the tips of the two fingers he was using to rub circles against your entrance inside you then he pulled them out, causing you to whine. “Damonn..” you said while whining still and arching your back a bit more, but that only got you another smack on your ass and you whined more. He started rubbing his fingers against your entrance again, getting you to stop whining and start moaning a little instead. “What’s wrong, want me to fuck your needy cunt with my fingers, don’t you?” He asked in a mocking tone while you nodded frantically and tried to rub yourself against his thigh to get some sort of friction. 

Damon chuckled humorlessly then smacked your ass twice, which made you loudly moan. “Look at you.. trying to grind against my thigh, I told you to stay still and yet here you are.. disobeying.” He said and you whined. “I- I’m sorry… I- I can’t help it.” You admitted which caused him to laugh. “Of course you can’t.” Damon responded as he finally roughly thrusted his two fingers inside you and began to pump them in and out of you at a quick pace. You gasped then loudly moaned while arching your back completely, you could hear how wet you were but at this point you didn’t care. Due to how much he had been teasing you, you were already close to coming and he had barely started to give you what you wanted. Right when you clenched around his fingers and your thighs began to tremble, he pulled his fingers away. 

“ I-.. n- no I was close- D- Damon please..”  you begged. When he didn’t answer you were about to beg again until his hand came down and smacked your pussy, making you gasp. Damon did it again and you moaned a bit louder then his right hand was back in between your thighs. You felt his fingers at your entrance again, he began to rub your core once again. Just when you thought he was going to thrust them back inside you, he didn’t and instead slid them back towards your puckered hole. You gasped then whimpered as you felt one of his fingers rub against it, spreading your arousal around. “W- what are you d- doing- I-..” you cut yourself off with a whimper as you felt him pressed the tip of his index finger inside. 

Damon then brought his left hand between your legs and thrusted three fingers inside your pussy, making you clench around them and loudly moan. “Maybe.. just maybe one day.. I’ll fuck you right here.” Damon said as he said as his index finger went a little deeper inside while he picked up the pace with his left hand as you moaned more. “You’d like that.. wouldn’t you, baby?” he asked as he curled all three fingers inside of you, making you clench around them. “Y- yes!” you cried out and he groaned a little. “Of course you would, now come all over my hand like the good little whore that you are.” Damon demanded and before your brain could even process it, your body obeyed. Your pussy tightly clenched around his fingers and your thighs trembled as you came. 

Damon slowed down the pace of his fingers, helping you through your orgasm as you caught your breath. Once your breathing evened out, he slowly pulled his fingers away which made you whimper a little. He held you in his arms then got up and turned around, facing the bed then tossed you down onto the mattress. You laid there as you watched Damon undress then climb onto the bed. He grabbed you by your wait and flipped you over onto your stomach then grabbed your hips and pulled them up. “Now give me your wrists.” Damon said and you put your arms behind you. He held onto your wrists and pinned them there then held onto your hip with his freehand. You then felt the tip of his cock against you and without a warning, he snapped his hips forward, roughly thrusting into you. 

“F- fuck!” you moaned out, feeling him stretch you out completely and filling you up to the hilt. “So fucking tight… so needy…” he groaned as he pulled all the way out before slamming back into again. You whimpered and turned your head to the side and pressed the side of your face against the bed. Damon put one of his hands in your hair and wrapped it around his hand then tugged on it. “I know it’s been awhile. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you still feel me tomorrow.” He said as he roughly snapped his hips into you over and over. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the bedroom along with your moans and whimpers. You arched your back, pressing your ass against his pelvis causing him to go deeper. 

“You’re taking me so well, fuck baby..” Damon groaned as he tightened his grip on your hip, tight enough to leave behind bruises. You whimpered and rolled your hips, “ G- gosh Damon… s- so fucking full.”  you said as he slightly moaned and continued to roughly thrust in and out of you while tugging on your hair every once in a while. When you went to pick up your pace to try and move again and match his thrusts , his hand came down and smacked your ass. “I-.. D- Damon!” you whimpered which caused him to do it again and you loudly moaned. “I didn’t say you could do that, now cut it out.” He said as he picked up his pace and you just moaned in response, unable to get a word out. “That’s right, take it. Let me ruin you.” Damon murmured out then groaned as your pussy clenched around him and you moaned. He let go of your hair only to go and wrap his right hand around your throat. Then he slid his arm underneath you and wrapped around your waist, he pulled you up so your back was flush against his chest. 

Which made him go deeper than he was before, making him bottom out. He began to hit your g-spot repeatedly, causing you to become a whimpering and moaning mess as your legs began to shake. “ I- I’m going to.. I need to- Damon please..” you begged as you felt his left hand slide down between your legs and his thumb began to rub circles on your sensitive clit. “Need to what?” he asked. “Does my needy girl need to cum already?” He asked mockingly as he pressed his thumb down on your clit and you cried out while frantically nodding. “Then you better fucking beg for it, go on… beg for me to let you cum like the desperate whore you are.” He demanded as he pulled all the way out and slammed back into you then continued to roughly thrust into you afterwards. “I- p- please… let me cum Damon, I- I need it.. Pleaseee!” you pleaded in between whimpers and moans. 

“Why should I let you, you did disobey me afterall.” He said as his right hand squeezed your throat and you shuddered. “I- I k- know…. m’sorry…  j- just please… pretty please let me c-come.” you begged, holding back tears of pleasure. “Go ahead and cum. Cum all over my cock like little slut you are.” he sneered as his hips smacked against your ass. As soon as those words left his mouth, your pussy tightly clenched around him while your orgasm took over causing your legs to shake more. Damon let out a deep, low groan as he fucked you through your orgasm. “Such a good girl, making a mess all over my cock.” he said as he picked up his pace. His thrusts started to become sloppy and you felt him twitch inside you. “Fucking hell… your squeezing me so damn tight.” he gritted out then snapped his hips forward one last time before he stilled, cuming inside you and filling you up. 

Damon wrapped his left arm back around your waist and carefully laid you back down on your stomach. Then he slowly pulled out of you and groaned as he watched his cum drip out of you then down your thighs. You felt two of his fingers scoop up some of his cum then he slowly pushed it back inside you, making you whimper. Damon slowly pulled his fingers away then turned you over onto your back. He leaned down and kissed your forehead and you smiled. “You did so good sweetheart, are you okay?” he asked as he laid down next to you and carefully pulled you over to him, wrapping you up in his arms. “Mhm, I’m okay.” you replied as you rested your head against his chest and curled up against him. “Good.” he said as he began to play with your hair and that was the last thing you remember before falling asleep in his arms. 

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Welcome to Mystic Falls, Virginia.

You smirked as you come to a stop, reading over the sign, “Welcome, indeed.”

You continued driving forward, entering the town that you, actually have only ever been to once. You’re just looking for someone and you know that this is where they reside, or so you hoped they still do.

You pull into the parking spot, getting out as you look around.

You spot a place across the street, getting a feeling that is a good place to start. You push your door shut, looking both ways before crossing and you walk up to the doors as you look up at the sign - Mystic Grill.

You pull the door open and walk in.

The place was packed. It honestly kind of shocked you because you didn’t think this many people actually lived here, not with the amount of supernatural creatures that are suspected to be here.

As you walk down towards the bar, your eyes scan over the crowd and you stop, smirking as your eyes lay on just who you’re looking for.

You tilt your head, biting down on your lip to compose yourself as you head down to the bar.

“What can I get you, Miss?” The bartender asks, and you purse your lips, “I’ll have a red wine, please.” He nods and sets the glass down in front of you, grabbing the bottle before pouring it.

“Thank you.” You hand him a ten, “Keep the change.”

“Thank you.” He smiles and you grab your glass and walk away, stopping at the brunette that’s standing by the bar, “Your necklace is beautiful.”

She looks up, kinda startled before she smiles, reaching up to grab it, “Thank you, it was a gift from my boyfriend.”

She points to the guy standing across from her and you look at him, enjoying the way his face go through all the different stages of grief while trying to remain as normal as he can.

“He has good taste.” You look back at the girl and smile before walking away. As you come to an open spot on the other side of the bar to sit, you listen in.

“Do you know who that was?” The girl asks and he shakes his head, “No, no. I haven’t seen her around here before.”

Liar, you think as you take a sip from your glass. You glance over, watching him motion to his glass and, yep, just as you thought.

Damon still likes his bourbon.

You smile as the girl looks over at you and she smiles back, turning to whisper something to Damon, “Why do I feel like she’s watching us?”

You could tell Damon looks over at you, but you finish your glass and walk away.

As you make your way towards the doors, a guy steps in front of you, “Hey pretty lady, haven’t seen you around here. Are you new?”

“I’m actually leaving.” You go to step around him and he stops you, “I literally just seen you walk in two seconds ago.”

“Clearly your timing is off, now move. Please. I have somewhere to be.” You look up at him and he furrows his brows, “Oh please, it’s a Friday night. Nothing important is happening right now.”

“Maybe for you.” You push him out of your way and push open the doors. You were getting a little hungry, so maybe it wasn’t a bad idea that you hoped he follows.

You glance behind you, watching as he walks out, “I knew you’d change your mind.” He laughs as he runs up to you.

You lead him into the ally next to the building, and before you could do anything he was already trying to kiss you, “Whoa.” You lean back, “Did you really think that’s what I brought you out here for?”

“Well..” the guy shrugs, “Yeah. I mean why el-“

He grunts as his body tenses, looking down before his body drops to the ground.

You scoff, looking up at Damon, who is holding the guy’s heart in his hand, “That was my dinner, Damon. What the hell?”

“Really? A douchebag with a bad haircut was your dinner?” Damon tosses his heart into the open dumpster next to you, “You can do better.”

You roll your eyes and Damon sighs, “Why are you here, y/n?”

“Why do you think?” You tilt your head and he shrugs, “I don’t know, that’s maybe, I don’t know, why I asked you?” His eyes track you as you walk up to him, “Maybe because I want to find out why you left me in 1942, specifically, in New Orleans in room two. Thirty. Six.”

Right before Damon speaks, his girlfriend catches both of your attention, “Damon?”

You were gone before he turned back around.

You made your way to your car, getting in and leaning back against the seat as you take a breath. You were close, this close, to finding out why you were just up and left alone.

“Oh my god, Damon.” You laugh as you lay down next to him on the bed, “I had so much fun tonight.” You prop yourself up on your elbow, “Oh, you have a little..”

You reach up, wiping the blood from his bottom lip with your thumb, “a little blood.”

“Mm.” He hums, watching as you press your thumb to your tongue and lick it off, “I think that was Cherie.” You smirk and he chuckles, “You have such an act for that.” He pulls you in for a kiss, “Remembering everything.”

His thumb gently strokes your cheek, “I just hope you don’t remember this.” With a swift flick of his hands, your body fell limp in his arms, and he gently laid you on the bed before departing that old hotel room.

You laugh at the memory, thinking about Damon snapping your neck was hilarious to you. He thought he could just snap his way out of your life, well he thought wrong, so very wrong.

You start your car and head to the old Salvatore Boarding House. You knew you weren’t going to be able to be left in right away, especially if no one was there, but you had all the time in the world to wait.

And hope that someone else was there.

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Once your parked your car a little ways from the house, it didn’t take you long to vamp through the trees and come up to it.

You couldn’t lie, having the vampire speed was probably your favorite. It got you out of some pretty complicated situations fast.

After making sure there was no sight or sound of Damon, you walk up to the door and give it a knock.

If anyone was happy to see you, it would be Stefan.

You step back as the door opens, big smile on your face as you see his shocked face appear, “Surprise!”

“Oh.. my god!” Stefan walks up to you, pulling you into a tight hug, “What are you doing here?”

You give him a squeeze back and sigh as you lean back, “Look at you, you don’t look a day over 123.” You laugh as he nods, “Thanks, thanks.” He shakes his head, “So are you going to tell me why you’re here?”

“Can we do it over a glass of red?” You raise your brows, “and I don’t mean wine.”

He nods, “Yeah, please.” He motions to the door, “Come in.”

“Thank you.” You smile as you walk through the threshold of the door, “I wish Damon had that same reaction.”

“You saw Damon?” Stefan asks as he closes the door, and you nod, “Sure did. At that diner and bar place in town.”

“Mystic grill?” He asks and you nod, “Yeah, I was going to grab a bite there but then my dinner got his heart ripped out before I could even do anything, so now I’m here.”

Stefan stares at you, “Right, okay.” He walks over, “Come with me.” He leads you into the kitchen and grabs a glass, “I was actually wondering about you.”

“I’m glad someone was.” You laugh slightly, taking the glass from him, “I didn’t know Damon had a new girlfriend, last I knew he was snapping my neck and leaving me stranded in New Orleans.”

“You know..” Stefan starts as he pours some blood from a blood bag into the glass, “He never did tell me what happened between you two.”

You shrug, “There’s not much to tell, really. Just a lot of open endedness and empty promises I guess.”

“Empty promises?” Stefan tilts his head, “Like?”

“Nothing serious, just him promising to always love me and how he vowed that no one could ever replace me, but yet, here he is. Happy and coupled up with some pretty bitch.”

“Elena.”

“That her name?” You ask and he nods, “Elena Gilbert.”

“Well, she’s pretty so.. I’ll give her that.” You laugh slightly and sigh, “The night he left, it was right when we got back from having the best night of our lives at that one club. We danced, fed together, it was just a great night.. and then..”

You set your glass down and mimic breaking your neck, “I was dead, again, and he was..”

“Gone.” Stefan frowns and you nod, “Haven’t been able to find him since, I mean. A part of me knew he would be here, but another part of myself just couldn’t bring myself to come back here, so I guess..“

“It’s not that you couldn’t find him, it’s just that you didn’t want to?” Stefan asks and you nod, picking up your glass and taking a sip, “Right.”

“Well I-“ he stops, pointing, “He’s back.”

You let out a slight laugh, shaking your head as you finish your glass.

“Brother, we have a-“ Damon stops as he sees you sitting on the barstool, “I see you already found that out.”

“A what, Damon?” You tilt your head as you look at him, “A problem?”

“Well, not for Stefan at least..“ he sighs, “I gotta go tell Elena to go home.” He backs out of the kitchen and Stefan looks at you, “I don’t think he ever expected to see you again.”

You shrug, “I guess not. But it’s not like I’m going to kill him or something. I just.. have some questions.”

Stefan chuckles, “Yeah, good luck with getting him to talk. I can’t ever do that and he’s my own brother.”

“Can’t hurt to try right?” You shrug, “Hey, do you mind if I crash here for a few days, or how ever long this takes?”

Stefan nods, “I don’t have a problem with that.” He smirks, looking up at the doors as Damon walks back in, “If she’s staying here, then I’m going elsewhere.”

Stefan follows him out, “Where are you going to go, Damon? Elena’s?”

You follow Stefan as he keeps going at Damon, “Then what? Huh?” Damon doesn’t say anything and Stefan continues, “What are you going to tell Elena? It’ll be pretty weird that all of a sudden after you just sent her away from here, you’re staying at hers without an explanation, would it not?”

“You know what Stefan.” Damon turns around, glancing over at you, “Why don’t you just stay out of it. This has nothing to do with you.”

“Actually, it does. Because if I remember correctly, I was the one who talked you into getting your head on straight for her, and clearly, I was screwed on that, too.” Stefan sighs, “I’m just lucky she doesn’t blame me for your screw up.”

“It’s okay Stefan.” You step forward, “You’re not the one who snapped my neck and left.”

Damon mocks you, groaning, “I’m sorry.” He shrugs, “If an apology is what you want, then there. I’m sorry. See, done, boo boo is all bandaged up.”

You roll your eyes, “Okay.” You look at Stefan, “Which room do you want me in?”

“Any one after the first two.” Stefan nods and you sigh, “Okay. I’ve been driving all day and I’m pretty sure I have blood in my hair so I’m going to go take a shower.”

As you walk up the steps away from them, you listen in as they continue talking.

“Why can’t you just talk to her, Damon? All she wants is for you to answer her questions that she has.” Stefan asks and Damon sighs, “Did you not hear her, Stefan. I snapped her neck then ran like a coward.“

Stefan pats Damon’s shoulder, “At least you’re self aware, brother.”

You make your way into the bathroom and turn the shower on. You strip off your clothes and step into the heated stream of water.

You let out a sigh as the water feels good on your body, humming a tune of a song you and Damon used to dance to as you wash up.

As you step out, continuing to hum, you notice a presence move into the room outside the door, “Finally ready to talk?” You ask at normal tone and you hear Damon sigh, “Just thought you’d need something to wear, I didn’t see a bag anywhere and Stefan wasn’t going get you anything so..”

You wrap the towel around your body and walk over to open the door.

Damon’s eyes travel down your body before snapping back up to your eyes.

You smirk, walking over to the bed, “I’ll give these back to you tomorrow. I’ll go shopping for a little so you can spend time with your precious, Elena.”

You hear Damon snort lightly, “Don’t worry about it.”

You drop your towel, bringing the shirt down over your head before flicking your wet hair out of it, “You sure?” You glance back at him and his eyes move up from your legs, “Yeah, yeah. I’m sure.”

You step into the sweats, pulling them up to cover your legs, “Okay.”

After a few seconds of staring at you, Damon shakes his head, “I was hoping you didn’t remember that night.”

“It was one of the best and worst nights of my life, Damon. How could I forget?” You sit down on the edge of the bed and cross your arms, “I-“ you shake your head and laugh, “Nevermind.”

“Say it.” Damon takes a step towards you and you look up at him, “If I say it, I’m only breaking my own heart all over again.”

“Maybe you won’t.” He reaches out and his fingers gently brush over your cheek.

“Damon!” You hear a girls voice yell, her steps quickly flying up the stairs, “Where are you?”

Damon vamps out of the room, closing the door behind him, “What do you want, blondie?”

You furrow your brows, listening in as the girl sighs, “Elena is worried about you. I came here to make sure everything was okay.”

“Everything is fine, dandy, in fact. Now that you know that, you can leave.” Damon’s words make you smirk and the girl isn’t giving up, “Why are you guarding that door like your life depends on it?”

“I’m not.. hiding anything, Caroline. Stefan, a little help please.”

“No can do brother, I’m.. uh, busy.” Stefan yells from downstairs and you cover your mouth. You missed their banter.

“Yes, you are. Your voice goes all high like that when you’re lying.” Caroline huffs, “Now open the door.”

“No.”

“Damon.”

“Caroline.”

You hear the doorknob rattle so you quickly gather all of your clothes and towel and hide in the bathroom.

She walks in and sighs as she looks around, “if nothing is in here, then why are you acting all weird?” Damon sighs, “Because it’s my house and I can be weird about rooms if I want to be now, please. Get out of my house, tell Elena I’ll call her tomorrow.”

“You’re hiding something Damon Salvatore, and if you do anything to hurt my best friend’s feelings, I will hunt you down and end you. Got it?”

Damon chuckles, “Ooh, scary.” He sighs, going serious, “I’m not going to hurt her feelings, so now if you’ll just..”

“Fine.” Caroline huffs and you hear the footsteps departing, waiting until you head the front door close before even moving an inch.

You let out a sigh, walking out of the bathroom and you jump when you see Damon standing in the doorway, “well, that was Caroline Forbes. Elena’s best friend.”

“She sounds scary.” You try not to laugh and Damon furrows his brows, “Are you mocking me?”

“No, I just- okay.” You laugh, “Yeah, kind of.”

He rolls his eyes and sighs, “Are you hungry?”

“Starving.” You drop the clothes to the floor and follow him out of the room. You walk down the steps and Stefan nods to Damon as he passes you on the steps.

“Do you have a preference, A, B, O?” Damon glances back at you, you shake your head, “Whatever you have.”

He nods, grabbing two glasses and setting them down. You walk over to the big fireplace that’s lit, staring in to it.

“I’ve always thought this place was beautiful.” You look over as you feel a nudge on your arm, “Thanks.” You take the glass, your fingers brushing against his and clearly there’s still something there.

“Partly why I came back.” Damon moves to stand next to you in front of the glowing flame, “and before you ask why I didn’t bring you..” he pauses as he takes a sip from his glass, “I was scared..”

“Of what?” You look over at him, “Of.. having a life with someone who would always be by your side no matter what?”

“No.” He shakes his head, tilting it as he sighs, “Yes.”

“You do know that there’s a thing called talking.. you don’t always have to resort to neck snapping, right?” You laugh slightly as you walk to sit down on the couch.

Damon keeps his eyes on the fire, “Being tied down scared me, y/n. I wanted freedom. I wanted what we had, just with no.. labels.” He shakes his head, looking down into his glass, “I didn’t want to feed on humans day in and day out.”

“Again, that’s when the whole talking it out thing could have came into play.” You sigh, taking a sip from your glass, “If you want me to leave, then that’s what I’ll do.”

You finish the contents and set the glass down before standing up. As you turn, Damon’s whispered voice rings through your ears, “You were the best thing to ever happen to me, y/n. I loved watching you do what you did, ripping people throats out because you let your hunger get the best of you. No one has ever looked as beautiful as you when you were covered in blood.”

You slowly turn around, “you left because you thought you were holding me back?”

“I was holding you back.” He turns to face you, “If I didn’t go, who’s to say that one of us, or both of us, wouldn’t be dead dead right now.”

“You’re acting like I didn’t have control of myself, Damon.” You stare at him and he scoffs, “Because you didn’t, y/n. You were so far out of control, not even I could bring you back.”

“Did you even try?” You ask, tilting your head as you step towards him, “Did you even think about what to do, or how to do it?” You take another step, “Was I even worth it for you to try and ground me and make me see that what I was doing was dangerous?”

At this point you were standing so close to him you could smell the blood he just drank on his lips.

He stays silent but you don’t, whispering while looking from his lips to his eyes, “I guess I just fell in love with the wrong person.”

You go to walk away but Damon grabs your bicep, pulling you back in towards him, “You don’t think I loved you?”

“Did you?” You raise your brows and Damon nods, “I made a promise to you, y/n. I will always love you.”

You scoff, “So coming back home, knowing I didn’t have it in me to chase after you for years and shacking up with a new girl who isn’t even a vampire is you always loving me?”

“No, it’s not-“ he sighs, “I-“

You cut him off, “What about the other promises you made, we’ll see the world together promise, or the, my favorite one actually, you will always choose me, one, huh?”

Damon just stares down at you, his eyes holding onto yours, “You didn’t come after me like I had hoped you would have.”

“You left.. me, Damon.” You feel tears welling up in your eyes and he reaches up before you can to brush a stray one off your cheek.

“How..” your voice breaks, “How could I have come after someone who I wanted to kill right then and there, if I did, who’s to say that you wouldn’t have killed me by defending yourself?”

“I would have let you, hell.. I’ll let you do it right now.” He bends down, setting down his glass next to yours, “Take your best shot, sweetheart.”

You bite down on your inner lip, snapping your head towards the door when it busts open, “Damon?” Elena frantically calls out, “Damon.”

She slows her pace as you back away from him, “I was just.. leaving.” You glance from Elena to Damon and head towards the door.

Stefan comes down the steps, “Hey, what-“

“Who was that, Damon?” Elena’s voice rings through your head, “You told me at the Grill you didn’t know who she was and now she’s wearing your clothes?”

Stefan vamps in front of you, his hands on your shoulders, “Hey, what- are you okay? Where are you going?”

“I’m fine.” You nod, wiping away your tears, “I’m just.. leaving I guess.”

“Y/n, you don’t even have your shoes on. Let’s just-“

“No, Stefan. I’m not getting anywhere with him, so I might as well just go live out the empty promises he made to see the world myself, or.. something I don’t know.”

Stefan looks behind you as he sees Elena storm out of the house, “I don’t think he told her anything.” You turn around, watching her walk up to her car, “When you’re ready to tell me the truth, Damon. You know where to find me.”

Damon watches as she gets into her car, driving away without moving a muscle. You hold your stare on him and he glances at you before turning and waking into the house.

“Do you think I should talk to him again?” You look at Stefan and he shrugs, “I think you should do what you think is right.”

You sigh, “That’s no help.” You laugh slightly and he pushes you forward, “Come on. You’ll know when you see him.”

You walk back towards the house and enter, looking around for Damon. He comes in to view as you walk into the living room, “I’m just going to go to bed, I didn’t mean to cause any problems between you and Elena.”

You stand there for a second before turning towards the steps. You walk up a few before Damon’s voice in your ears stops you, “You didn’t ruin anything. I did by not telling her the truth.”

“What’s the truth?” You reply, slowly glancing back at him. He turns around, slight smirk on his lips, “Get your shoes on, I think I owe you dinner.”

You can’t help but smile and you nod, walking up to get your shoes on. You come back down, meeting him by the door, “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” Damon opens the door and leads you to his car. You get in, just as he does and he starts it.

The drive is quiet at first.

You stare out the window most of the time, watching the trees go from lit from the headlights to total darkness.

“Stefan was right, you know?” Damon breaks the silence, “He tried hard to get me to understand that even though we had our moments, we were good for each other.”

“By, moments.. you mean when I had no control of myself?” You ask quietly and he shakes his head, “No, you did. You were so good for me, too good for me, that I was scared I would lose control and just go on a massacre with anyone who even thought to look in your general direction.”

You chew on your inner lip, letting out a quiet sigh, “Oh.”

“I loved you, so much, y/n.” He glances over at you, “I still do, and I know nothing I can say or do, can make up for what I did to you that night.”

You look around, “Before anything else is said..”

“I chose you.” Damon cuts you off, “I chose you the second I heard your voice at the Grill.”

You look over at him and he looks over at you before looking back out to the road. He reaches over, grabbing your hand and interlocking your fingers with his.

“I’m only going to say this once, so you better listen good.” Damon glances over at you and you raise your brows, “Okay?”

“I’m sorry.. I’m so, stubborn.” He chuckles, “Sorry, I just-“

“I know you Damon.” You laugh, “And trust me when I say that I know you’re stubborn. You have been since the day I met you.”

He gives your hand a squeeze and shakes his head, “Get comfortable, because we have a long way to Louisiana, baby.”

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This was my first time writing for Damon. Feedback is majorly appreciated with this! Thank you so much for reading! I love you so much! Catch you in the next one! 🖤

"Cas" you spoke up with a sigh to which he stood abruptly, hands awkwardly by his sides, "... I've been looking for you" he replied, no emotion on his face despite the very obscene position the two people on screen were in.

you shook your head choosing to walk away, "sure you have, you've certainly been looking in the wrong place" you muttered while he scrambled after you, "i have a question"

you glanced over your shoulder, "about what Cas?" you responded, already preparing for whatever this man was about to utter.

"it's about the female anatomy"

you stopped in your steps and turned around to face him, "...yes?" you questioned, narrowing your eyes.

he cleared his throat, glancing down before meeting your eyes, "in that video, the pizza man was touching her and it appeared that this liquid shot out of her. Is that possible?" he inquired.

it took you a second, once again, to process his words. when you did, you flushed, heat rushing through your face. your throat suddenly felt dry as you stumbled over an answer, "you mean squirting?" you blurted.

his brows furrowed and tilted his head in that puppy like innocence he always had, "is that what you call it?" he contemplated this for a minute while you stood there, heart racing.

he then stepped forward into your space causing you to tense at the proximity. the intensity of his gaze caused heat to pool low in your belly, "so it wasn't fabricated?" his voice was low.

you once again gaped, trying to look anywhere but his dark stare, "i- i mean most of the porn is laid on thick for views but it is a real thing yes" you stammered, eyes wide as the musky scent of him filled your nostrils.

suddenly his eyes narrowed and you watched as he angled his head down and sniffed. your heart dropped in horror.

"your arousal..." he murmured, eyes glancing towards your parted lips, "i can smell it" he inhaled again.

his gaze darkened as you froze, mortified simultaneously feeling the slick gathering in your panties. his hands came up, settling on your hips and gently pushed you back against the wall causing you to let out a small gasp. the lust haze filling your brain almost let a moan slip at the contact of his big strong hands man handling you.

"i would like to try, if that's alright" he suggested, voice low with his own seduction.

the suggestion took you by complete surprise and you could only stare, baffled.

"I'm going to need your words sweet girl" he prompted, husky with a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

the shaky exhale and the tiny nod you gave him was all permission he needed before he took you by the waist and roughly guided to your bedroom. your heart raced with anticipation, a thrill shivered down your spine.

there was a flutter in your stomach as he closed the door behind him, click. he locked it and turned back to you. he approached slowly, that angel like innocence being replaced by a predatory hunger in his eyes.

you tensed again when he stopped in front of you, a low chuckle rumbled in his chest, "easy," he soothed and buried his nose in your neck, inhaling again.

he captured your lips in a kiss, hand cupping your cheeks as his thumbs rubbed coaxing circles before he gently laid you down on the bed so that your lower half was hanging off. you couldn't help the small whine that escaped when he kneeled in front of you.

god he looked divine, lidded eyes staring up at you dark and ravenous. hair that was going to be tousled soon no doubt as you needed something to hold onto. lips plump and swollen from the kiss. his warm hands stroked up your thighs, gripping them tightly and pulled you closer.

"what are your limitations?" he suddenly asked.

you blinked at him, "... what?"

"how many rounds can you handle?" he clarified.

you swallowed thickly, "yes" you answered without thought.

a humourous huff escaped him, "words baby"

"I don't mind" you replied more sure of yourself. he nodded, pleased with the answer and tugged your pants down in a smooth motion.

you startled slightly. you had forgotten for a moment how strong angels are. you didn't get a chance to react as he suddenly spread your thighs and buried his nose against your covered pussy, inhaling again, a low groan escaping him. his lips brushed the wet spot gathered there.

your head tilted back, lips parting, "Cas...please"

god, the need was too much. the ache in your cunt was begging to be relieved. he pulled back, the juices that had soaked through causing strings of slick to stretch from his lips. you moaned at the sight, one hand coming up to tug at his hair.

his hands tightened on your upper thighs at the sound of your moan, eyes flickering up briefly before tugging down your panties. wordlessly he stuffed them into the pocket of his trench coat. you watch as he positioned your legs over his shoulders and paused at the sight of your glistening pussy, as swollen and pink.

"already so wet" he remarked with reverence watching as slick pooled onto the sheets below.

without warning he swiped his tongue through your folds up towards your clit. you gasped in pleasure, falling back into the sheets in bliss. he pulled back momentarily with a groan of your name, "you taste divine" he said, awe filling his eyes.

he dove back in like a man starved, slurping up your juices obscenely while white hot pleasure weakened you, squirming beneath his hold. you cried out, "Cass...god" you breathed.

the rumble he let out sent vibrations through you, "god wouldn't be able to make you feel this way sweetheart" he teased before his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked.

you cry out again, the pleasure already building in your belly. your hands tangled in his hair, holding him in place as you whine.

you came suddenly with a loud call of his name. he made a low pleased sound in the back of his throat, tongue not slowing down as he coaxed you through it. you didn't get a chance to catch your breath as he slid two fingers into your sopping hole without warning. thick, filling you up so good.

you whimpered at the intrusion, only able to voice barley coherent words as he pumped them, lips working in unison as he continued to swirl your clit. the other hand splayed across your stomach, keeping you in place.

you came again, cum coating his chin as he hummed, "that's it" he murmured against your puffy clit. by this point your eyes were teary from overwhelm as his fingers hit that sweet spot inside of you. you clenched around him and he sucked a breath through his teeth at the feeling of your gummy walls squeezing his fingers.

he added a third finger, stretching you out. you writhed beneath him, "please...Cass please" you pleaded, for what you didn't know. you just knew you needed more.

his teeth grazed your sensitive bud and you flinched, back arching at the strange sensation causing his hand to knead your belly in response, soothing. he pulled back briefly, face flushed and his tongue darted out to flick your clit. kitten licks as he looked up at you, watching as your face scrunched in pleasure while you gushed around him.

wet obscene sounds filled the room, squelches which seemed to redden his cheeks as his eyes watched your expressions with fascination.

the coil in your belly snapped again, your vision going white and his lips wrapped around you again, sucking harshly. you're crying at this point, squirming helplessly against him with pleading.

"Cass... too much" you gasped but he knew you didn't really mean it.

his lips quirked again when your thighs squeezed around his head, tears streaming down your face and reduced to a babbling mess. he added a fourth finger and you moaned loudly at the stretch.

another strange pressure built in your belly and you tried to push him away, "Cass wait" you gasped but he didn't let up, this only encouraged him as his eyes lit up.

his lips sucked roughly, his fingers speeding up angling his wrists to hit your spot deeper, more relentlessly. your mouth fell open in a guttural whine and he blushed.

then the pressure snapped. for a moment you couldn't hear anything, couldn't see anything as white clouded your vision. an unbearable climax as a clear white liquid forcing his fingers out, coating his chin, neck and chest while he watched with a grin, eyes wide with captivation.

your hands, tight in his hair finally loosened as you struggled to catch your breath. he slowly stood, lowering your sore thighs gently and you whined. he shushed you softly, leaning over and cupping your cheeks, "you were amazing" he praised causing you to giggle helplessly.

"next time we'll test how many times i can make you squirt"

your eyes widened, your heart skipping a beat in thrill and chuckled nervously while he stroked your cheeks, staring down with adoration.

↬ pervert dean who steals your panties when you and Sam pop out to the gas station. he'd make sure the door was locked behind you. as soon as he heard the car drive off, he'd go through your suitcase overlooking the freshly washed ones and going straight for the cute little pair you had on last night. his heart would skip a beat when he finds it, immediately bringing it up to his nose and breath in your scent letting out a loud dirty moan. he'd carefully zip your suitcase and head straight for the bathroom, uncomfortably hard against his jeans. he'd wrap the cotton around his cock and jerk off imagining it was your pretty hands wrapped around him. he'd stuff the cum filled panties in his jeans afterwards.

↬pervert dean who can't help but stare at your ass when you walk by. you'd be questioning someone about a recent folklore sighting only for him to zone out halfway, tilting his head as he stares at your plump figure filling your jeans. he'd imagine what it'd look like fucking you from behind, your ass jiggling with each thrust. how divine the flesh would feel between his fingers leaving angry bruises in it's wake. or how you'd look, reverse cow girl, bouncing on him. the plush of your ass hitting his crotch as your sopping pussy squeezes around him.

↬ pervert dean who'd wrap an arm around you at night and pull you close under the guise of it being cold. you choose to ignore the hard heat pressing against your ass. he begrudgingly has to hold himself back from humping you. the smallest friction drives him crazy. his arm tightens around your waist. he waits until you're asleep before starting to rut against you, breaths coming out in quiet pants. the bulge of his cock slides against your warm thighs as he chases his release. his hand would slide down into your panties and curse against your neck when he felt the wetness gathered there. fingers circling your clit as he bites back a call of your name. your reaction pushed him over the edge. you shift, face scrunching together in pleasure as you moaned softly in your sleep gushing around his fingers. the next morning you're confused as always at the arousal dripping out of you and soaking your panties.

it took you a second to register the warm breath in your ear and the grunt heard next. the confusion you felt was abruptly taken as you felt a bolt of pleasure running through you.

you recognised the shape behind you, the scent of Dean's musk filling your nostrils and his low voice talking in your ear, "fucking soaked for me aren't you" he retorted huskily.

"dean?" you questioned, voice still thick with sleep. only then did you feel what was being done to you.

with your back pressing against his chest , you leg being hooked over his hip, he spread you nice and open as he ran his two fingers through your sopping folds, his hand having been slid beneath your panties.

he chuckled in response, his chest rumbling with amusement as temporarily paused his moments, "shh sweetheart, wouldn't want to wake Sammy do we?" he replied, whispering into your ear.

you bit back a moan as he brought the wetness up around your clit. at this point you were too lost in the pleasure to argue or to yell at him like a normal person would. but the hold he currently had over you caused your squirming to be futile.

Dean was more than pleased when he had found you asleep in your bed, taking the initiative to climb in behind you and run his hands greedily over your body. he started by sliding his hand under your shirt and groping your breasts.

"i missed this" he had murmured, for the day was too damn long. seeing you in that blouse, tight fabric spanning over your breasts had him staring hungrily all day.

all day he had to ignore his painfully chubbed up cock, resisting the urge to bend you over the hood of his Impala and fuck you right there.

your nipple hardened as he rolled the sensitive bud between his fingers causing a sleepily little sound to escape you, lips parting. he rut against you, letting out a curse as he forced himself still as to not wake you.

his hand trailed down and wasn't surprised to find you already wet, juices soaking your panties, "damn slut, even in your sleep, you know when I touch you"

now you were pressing back against him, grinding against his hand as his fingers circled faster, the familiar coil burning low in your belly. and the realisation came slowly through the pleasure haze, he had been touching you. that's why you woke up nearly everyday with cum stretching between your thighs.

his fingers stopped causing you to let out a whine of frustration before you could stop it. finally the situation sank in and you went to turn your head, to squirm against his arms

"dean-" you tried to protest despite his hand sitting warmly in your cunt.

he scoffed in reply and before you can continue speaking, he forcibly shoved two fingers into your hole. a low broken sound left your throat, interrupted when his other hand came up to cover your mouth.

"my helpless baby, you want to resist but you just can't. you want this" his condescension made you clench around his fingers as he started to thrust, each movement sending your head spinning.

wet squelches were muffled from underneath the covers as he angled his hip to spread you wider.

"that's it, good girl, relax for me yeah?"

your breathing sped up, head resting back against his shoulder, eyes falling closed. warm wet kisses trailed down your throat as he softly coaxed you. the other hand covering your mouth tightened as your hips bucked, desperate for relief.

the coil in your stomach tightened before you came with a soft cry, white spiked in your vision when you coated his fingers.

"there we go, always so good for me" he murmured against your lips as he worked you through it, helping you ride the climax.

when he pulled out his fingers, covered in your cum, he popped them into his mouth sucking them clean with a deep groan, so sinfully. Only to flip you onto your back and spread your legs wide, throwing your thighs over his hips. your eyes became doe like, staring up at him all needy and teary. the confusion, the invasion of privacy mixed with the pleasure consumed you.

he cooed, one hand reaching up to cup your cheeks, thumb brushing away a stray tear, "aww, is my baby overwhelmed? Can't handle me touching you?" his mocking words caused you to whine, a soft little noise of frustration as you try to push him back by the shoulders.

his eyes softened, you hated it how he looked at you with such adoration, "i know baby, it's too much. just stay with me alright, you don't gotta think. just focus those pretty little eyes on me"

he reached down and pulled his hardened cock out of his jeans, pre-cum leaking at the tip. you gasped at the feeling of his rock hard cock hitting your ass. he lined himself up letting out a curse when he pushed in with one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. this time, the strangled moan came from him as he nearly dropped ontop of you and immediately started to thrust.

sinful sounds left your mouth, mouth hanging open in bliss feeling the drag of his veins brushing your soft walls.

"jesus christ you're so fucking wet" he moaned out pathetically, lost in the primal urge to breed you and fill you up as many times as he possibly could until you're dripping from him for weeks.

your body rutted with every thrust, the tip of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside of you. soon you cried out as you gushed around him, fresh tears streaming down you cheeks.

he leaned over, tongue licking away the moisture from your skin and grunted at the salty taste. if there's one thing he loves more than your sweet pussy it's the taste of you in his mouth.

his movements stuttered, cock sloppily thrusting as your walls fluttered around him.

"fuck that's it, atta girl" he came with a praise, his cock twitching before warmth spurted inside you. both a little breathless now, he smirked down at you.

he wasn't done.

↬ pervert dean who steals your panties when you and Sam pop out to the gas station. he'd make sure the door was locked behind you. as soon as he heard the car drive off, he'd go through your suitcase overlooking the freshly washed ones and going straight for the cute little pair you had on last night. his heart would skip a beat when he finds it, immediately bringing it up to his nose and breath in your scent letting out a loud dirty moan. he'd carefully zip your suitcase and head straight for the bathroom, uncomfortably hard against his jeans. he'd wrap the cotton around his cock and jerk off imagining it was your pretty hands wrapped around him. he'd stuff the cum filled panties in his jeans afterwards.

↬pervert dean who can't help but stare at your ass when you walk by. you'd be questioning someone about a recent folklore sighting only for him to zone out halfway, tilting his head as he stares at your plump figure filling your jeans. he'd imagine what it'd look like fucking you from behind, your ass jiggling with each thrust. how divine the flesh would feel between his fingers leaving angry bruises in it's wake. or how you'd look, reverse cow girl, bouncing on him. the plush of your ass hitting his crotch as your sopping pussy squeezes around him.

↬ pervert dean who'd wrap an arm around you at night and pull you close under the guise of it being cold. you choose to ignore the hard heat pressing against your ass. he begrudgingly has to hold himself back from humping you. the smallest friction drives him crazy. his arm tightens around your waist. he waits until you're asleep before starting to rut against you, breaths coming out in quiet pants. the bulge of his cock slides against your warm thighs as he chases his release. his hand would slide down into your panties and curse against your neck when he felt the wetness gathered there. fingers circling your clit as he bites back a call of your name. your reaction pushed him over the edge. you shift, face scrunching together in pleasure as you moaned softly in your sleep gushing around his fingers. the next morning you're confused as always at the arousal dripping out of you and soaking your panties.