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The boarding house was silent but for the heavy sound of your breathing and the deliberate click of Stefan’s shoes on the floorboards. His eyes pinned you in place—green, dark with the kind of focus that left no room for escape. He stood before you, arms folded, shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, the picture of calm control, though the tension rolling off him was anything but.

“You thought you could defy me,” Stefan said, voice velvet steel, neither raised nor hurried. “You thought I wouldn’t notice.”

Your lips parted to protest, but he silenced you with a raised hand. “No excuses.” His gaze flicked over you, lingering on the way you squirmed in the chair he’d placed you in, wrists bound loosely with his tie, ankles spread and locked by his knees braced on either side. “Tonight, you learn what disobedience earns you.”

He sank to his knees in front of you, fingers ghosting up your thighs, light as a whisper until they reached the edge of your skirt. “Punishment,” he murmured, “with pleasure sharp enough to make you regret your arrogance.”

His mouth descended slowly, lips brushing your inner thigh, the scrape of his fangs a deliberate tease. You jolted when his breath warmed over your soaked panties, your hips twitching upward instinctively. Stefan smirked against the fabric. “Already desperate, and I haven’t even started.”

With deliberate patience, he dragged your panties aside and pressed the faintest kiss to your clit. The tenderness of it burned more than cruelty. He kissed again, slow, reverent, then licked a long stripe down your slit, his tongue soft, savoring. A moan broke from your throat, needy and high.

“That’s not begging,” he said, pulling back, his lips glistening with your slick. “That’s indulgence. Punishment means restraint.”

He leaned back in, mouth closing around your clit, sucking just hard enough to make your back arch. Then—he stopped. Completely. He sat back on his heels, eyes locked on yours, his hands firm on your thighs keeping you open while your hips writhed uselessly.

“Stefan—please—” you gasped.

“Not good enough.” His voice was darker now, edged with command. “Beg like you mean it.”

You whimpered, shame and need tangling, the ropes of his control tightening invisibly around you. “Please, Stefan, I’ll do anything, just—please let me come.”

His smirk softened into something dangerous, something fond. He bent back down, this time devouring you. His tongue flicked mercilessly over your clit, his mouth sucking, worshiping, punishing all at once. He groaned into you, the sound vibrating through your body until you screamed, your thighs clenching around his head, bound wrists straining against the tie.

The orgasm hit you like a wave, violent, shuddering, wracking you with sobs as he licked and sucked through every convulsion. He didn’t stop—didn’t give you reprieve—his hands pinning you down, tongue relentless as he pushed you into overstimulation, tears slipping hot down your cheeks.

“Too much?” he asked when you screamed his name again, voice tight with another climax building. He kissed your thigh, gentle as a lover, before plunging back between your legs like a master punishing his wayward student. “Good. You’ll learn.”

You broke again, body shaking, pleasure and punishment blurred into one as Stefan swallowed every drop of your ruin like it belonged to him. And when you sagged against the chair, trembling, spent, his lips brushed yours in a kiss so tender it contradicted the cruelty of his discipline.

You couldn’t help but fall for Damon as well. With his killer good look and charismatic energy he had you blushing furiously whenever he came around with his brother and Elana.

You and Damon soon started talking and hanging out without Elana and Stefan around. Your quick remarks to Damon’s flirty attitude had him asking you out in no time.

Before you knew it the two of you were practically spending every waking moment together and that’s how Damon came to be in the predicament he was currently in. You had come over the night before, one thing led to another, and soon you were wrapped up in Damon’s arms falling asleep to his steady breathing. When Damon first woke up he was happy to see that you were still peacefully asleep next to him. He grabbed his phone off the nightstand before checking his socials. Not long after, you started to come out of your sleep. Damon watched as you slowly opened your eyes before giving him a smile.

“Morning sleeping beauty.” he chuckled giving you his classic smirk. You playfully shoved at him, rolling your eyes.

“How’d you sleep?” you mumbled, snuggling closer into him.

“Amazing, I think our pre-workout really helped.” You let out a laugh before looking up at him.

“Is that what we’re calling that now? A pre bedtime workout?” you giggled.

“Pre anything workout baby.” Damon told you, hoisting you onto his lap so you could feel his growing erection through his boxers. You gently placed your hands on his shoulders and rolled your hips giving him a smug smile as his grip tightened on your hips and let out a hiss.

“I wouldn’t want you to start something if you don’t think you can finish it.” Damon told you as his pupils blew wide, making your thin panties wet.

“Oh it’s not me you have to worry about.” you told him raising your hands above your head and stretching. Damon watched as your tee shirt rode up, exposing the slight swell of the underside of your breasts. Your smooth skin stretching out beautifully as you tilted your head back welcoming in the new day. Damon couldn’t take it anymore. He forcefully gripped your hips, flipping you over on the bed as you let out a small yelp of surprise. Damon pinned your arms above your head with one hand as he slowly started to grope your side with the other. His head was right next to your neck and when he spoke you could feel the warmth of his breath.

“Oh baby, you have no idea what that did to me.” he told you before leaving open mouthed kisses along your neck. Gently sucking here and there with some gentle love bites. Slowly he moved down your body, ripping the shirt from your heaving chest. He softly played with your breasts before wrapping his tongue around one of your nipples. You let out a sigh of pleasure, curling your fingers into his dark locks.

“Damon…” you breathed out as he flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth over the hardened bud. Soon he was switching breasts, giving the other the same exact love and attention he gave the first. His rough calloused hands felt fantastic against your tender skin as he slowly worked his way downwards. Gentle kitten licks and kisses were given before he rose up to look at you.

“I can smell your arousal.” he grunted out. “It’s like your pussy is calling me. It needs me, don’t you think so bunny?” The use of the pet name along with Damon’s growing bulge sent a shiver down your spine. You quickly licked your lips before parting them, knowing he was waiting for an answer.

“Yes sir, she needs you real bad.” Damon let out a breathy moan before his fingers were slowly stripping you of your panties. He watched as he pulled the cloth away, a string of arousal still clinging onto them. He lifted a finger, grabbing some of your juices before popping it into his mouth. You watched as he suckled on his finger, desperately trying to taste every little drop of you. He hadn’t even touched you yet and you were already whining, trying to buck your hips, trying to get him to touch you where you wanted him most. “Damon, please.” you whimpered out as more juices ran out of you. Damon smirked at you before nestling his head between your thighs. Soon you felt his warm tongue running through your folds. You let out a lust filled moan as his tongue ran gently over your clit. “Ohhh, Damonnn.” you called out before he was gently sliding his tongue over your clit.

“Mmm, bunny, you're so sensitive to me.” he murmured to you before traveling back down towards your entrance and shoving his skillful muscle into you.

“Oh, sir, yes!” you cried out to him. Once Damon felt you were ready he coated one of his fingers in your juices before plunging it into your gaping entrance. He raised his head up to look at you through lust filled eyes as he added a second finger. Your mouth fell open as his two digits hit your g-spot, sending your mind fuzzy.

“Oh yeah bunny, that’s the spot, isn’t it.” Damon hummed as he ran his fingers over that soft spongy spot again. You could feel your climax coming, you just needed one final push. Damon knew this and latched his lips onto your clit, sucking it into his mouth as he rolled his tongue aggressively over it while scratching your insides just right.

“Sir, I’m gonna cum!” You yelled out but right as your climax was about to come crashing down Damon pulled away, his mouth leaving your clit and his fingers stopping their frenzy. You let out a frustrated whimper at the loss of contact, looking down at Damon, waiting for some type of explanation.

Elena and I were best friends. She was dating Stefan and was helping me with Damon who I am desperately in love with. In doing that Elena found herself falling in love with Damon, it didn't help that he was in love with her too. He also revealed that he was in love with me so Elena saw me as some type of competition. I didn't want to compete with her, but I couldn't help my feeling for Damon. "You slept with her?" I said in disbelief, "Look Damon I know we aren't together and you can do whatever you want but I'm not going to let you string me along any further." I told him, "No Y/N it's not like that. It just happened..." he defended, "I love you." He whispered, "But you also love her. God. How many times did she say she wouldn't turn into Katherine but here she is doing the same thing to Stefan that Katherine did to you." I said rolling my eyes, honestly I was heartbroken that he did that with her. Damon stiffened up when I said that, he knew it was true. "I don't want to be your backup, Damon!" I shouted, "I don't know when you fell in love with Elena or me but I don't want to feel like this anymore." I told him, "What are you saying?" He asked. "Kiss me." I whispered, he didn't hesitate before cupping my face and smashing his lips passionately against mine. The kiss sparked something inside me, I felt those fireworks that they talk about in the movies. Damon tugged at my shirt, "Take it off!" I mumbled against his lips, he ripped my shirt right down the middle. His lips attached to my chest, sucking and biting everywhere. He gripped my hips tightly and pushed me up against the wall, the tension between us had been building for so long. He pulled his shirt off and my hands moved up and down his back, feeling ever muscle. Damon wrapped my legs around his waist and brought me over to the couch. "Not here." I whispered, I knew that's where him and Elena were. He nodded gently before taking me up to his bedroom, he dropped me down on to his bed. My neck would be covered in hickeys by the time he was done. We both practically ripped the rest of our clothes off, I just needed to feel his skin against mine. Damon flipped us over and I wrapped my hand around the base of his hard cock and I sunk down on it. "Fuck!" He groaned, he bucked his hips up into me. My hands flattened against his chest as I rocked back and forth on his cock. "Oh my god.." I breathed out, he gripped my hips and thrusted his hips up. He sat up and wrapped his hand around my throat as he pressed his lips to mine. I moaned against his mouth, our tongues moving against one another. He quickly flipped us over and he thrusted himself into me so hard I was screaming out in pleasure. "Y/N..." he groaned as he came, "I love you!" He whispered in my ear as I came.

The room thrummed with the kind of silence that vibrates in the air like a struck chord—sharp, tense, and heavy—where even your own breathing felt too loud. The door clicked shut behind you, and you didn’t turn. You could feel him there—the weight of his stare like static, the deliberate stillness that always came before something reckless, like the moment a match flares before it catches.

Enzo didn’t speak. Not right away. You heard the faint rustle of leather as he shrugged off his jacket, the creak of wood as he took a slow step forward, his shoes a whisper against the floorboards. Still, you didn’t move.

He loved that. The defiance you wore like perfume, laced with tension, steeped in challenge. You could almost hear him smirking.

His breath touched your neck first, cool and deliberate, ghosting over your skin like a warning. Then came the brush of his knuckles along your jaw. Not harsh. Reverent. Teasing. Possessive.

"You’re quiet all of a sudden," he murmured, his voice pure velvet, lilting with that infuriating British drawl. It poured over you like warm honey, slow and mocking, thick with amusement. "Not so bold without an audience, are you, sweetheart?"

Your breath hitched before you could help it. The heat of him, the way he hovered without touching—like he was savoring the silence just as much as he savored the control—made your skin prickle.

His other hand slid around your waist, fingers spreading across your abdomen before pulling you back flush against him. The solid press of his body left no question about what you were doing to him. He made no effort to hide it.

"You know," he went on, his lips grazing your ear, "I only bite when I’m proud."

Your body jolted at the memory. Of the last time—teeth dragging down your shoulder, praise murmured into your throat until pain and pleasure were indistinguishable, bruises shaped like compliments.

"Are you proud of me now?" you asked, barely a whisper, your voice steadier than your pulse.

He chuckled low and warm, his chest vibrating against your back. You could feel his smile in the breath that danced across your skin, in the slow curl of heat that crept up your spine.

"Darling," he breathed, "I’m bloody thrilled."

Then his mouth was on your neck—open, wet, his kiss pressed just beneath your ear with a reverence that bordered on religious. You gasped, hands flying to the doorframe to steady yourself, nails scraping into the wood. He didn’t bite. Not yet. He sucked a bruise into your skin, slow and deliberate, his tongue smoothing over it in soft, cruel circles.

His hand splayed across your stomach, keeping you still, like he was staking a claim.

"You do like getting marked up, don’t you?"

His voice was low, dragging, each syllable soaked in affection and menace. His teeth grazed your throat, a breath away from biting.

"Such a pretty thing… always so eager to prove me right."

You whimpered.

He grinned against your pulse, and then—he bit.

Not deep enough to break the skin, but sharp—commanding in a way that spoke louder than any bruise. Possessive. Deliberate. It stole the air from your lungs, made your spine arch, your legs quake.

His tongue swept over the sting.

"Good girl," he whispered, the praise warm against your damp skin.

Your knees went weak at the words. The warmth they left behind spread lower, pooling hot and urgent. He knew what that praise did to you. He knew, and he wielded it like a weapon.

His hand trailed lower, ghosting over your hips, fingertips dancing at the waistband of your skirt.

"Now," he drawled, every syllable slow and devastating, "why don’t you let me show you just how proud I am?"

He nudged you gently forward until your thighs brushed the edge of the bed. His hands followed the curve of your waist, one palm trailing up your spine, the other smoothing over the back of your thigh as he pushed the fabric up inch by agonizing inch.

You sucked in a breath as cool air kissed your skin, the exposure deliberate, ceremonial.

His mouth returned to your neck, slower now, more methodical, like he was imprinting a map. His fingers dragged a path from your hip to the inside of your knee and back again.

"Every inch of you begging to be mine," he whispered.

You were.

And you’d let him prove it—bruise by bruise, praise by praise, until there was no part of you he hadn’t claimed. Until you forgot who you were without his teeth, his voice, his name marking every inch of you.

He stepped behind you again and pressed his chest to your back, fingers sliding beneath your skirt to hook into your panties. He peeled them down slowly, inch by inch, until they were bunched at your knees. His other hand splayed over your lower belly as he bent you forward, guiding your hands to brace against the mattress.

You shivered at the air against your exposed skin, thighs already trembling.

He didn’t touch you—not at first. Just stood there, letting you feel the weight of his gaze, his presence like a second skin.

Then his fingers dipped between your legs, sliding through the wetness with a low groan. "So ready for me," he murmured, reverent, almost awed.

He pushed two fingers in, slow but firm, curling them as he leaned forward to whisper against your ear. "Such a good girl for me… already so fucking perfect."

Your moan was muffled in the sheets.

He fucked you with his fingers until your hips rocked back against him, desperate for more, gasping with every thrust. He only stopped when you were a shaking mess, when your legs were nearly giving out from the tension wound tight inside you.

Then he pulled away.

You whimpered in protest.

But the sound cut off when you felt the thick press of him—bare, hot, unrelenting—at your entrance. He pushed in slow. Too slow. Letting you feel every inch, every stretch, every beat of his restraint. He bottomed out with a groan and paused there, hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.

"Fuck, you feel like heaven," he muttered, voice wrecked.

He drew back and snapped his hips forward with force, setting a rhythm that had the bed creaking beneath you, your breath punching out of you with every thrust. Praise spilled from his mouth between groans—filthy, sweet, relentless.

"Good girl. Taking me so well. Look at you. So perfect around my cock."

Your fingers clawed at the sheets as the coil inside you wound tighter and tighter.

You broke first. Your orgasm hit like a storm, wrenching a cry from your throat as your body seized around him. Enzo cursed low and pushed deeper, fucking you through it until you were shaking, wrecked.

He followed soon after, pulsing inside you with a low, breathless moan. He stayed pressed to your back, panting, lips brushing your shoulder.

"So proud of you, love," he murmured, nuzzling the side of your neck.

Klaus was getting into more dangerous business. The people he was pissing off were more daring, just last week a few guys came into the bar that Klaus frequents here in New Orleans. He continues to tell me to not worry about it, I wouldn't if I didn't have Mila. I had to do something drastic so here I was on the Salvatore's doorstep. Stefan was the only person I trusted, I Of course had Mila with me. I couldn't leave her with Klaus, he's barely home anyways. I didn't tell him where I was going, he would've stopped me. "Y/N?" Stefan questioned, "I need your help." I said and he raised a brow before he ushered me inside. "Is he-" I started to asked, "He's out." Stefan assured me. "Care!" Mila shouted and practically jumped out of my arms and ran to Caroline. "How are you munchkin?" She greeted, "Hey Caroline would you mind taking her to play for a few minutes?" Stefan asked, "Of course!" Caroline smiled. "Did something happen?" Stefan asked me, "There's always something happening." I scoffed, "Klaus know you're here?" He asked and I shook my head, "I found it. I found the cure." I said, I could almost hear the sound of his jaw hitting the floor. "We can save her. We can finally do it!" I told him, "Where is it? How did you find it?" He asked, "Klaus has a lot of people who are terrified of him. They think they'll get in good if they help me." I explained, "Okay so what's the problem? Why haven't you gotten it?" He asked, confused. "It's up in the mountains. It's dangerous, it's not like I could just take her out there with me." I said, "You want me to keep here with me?" He asked. "Well actually I was hoping you'd come with me. If you trust Caroline then I do too, I trust her with Mila." I said, "I do. I trust her with my life." Stefan told me. "So when you do want to do this?" He asked, "As soon as possible." I stated. "It'll probably take us a few days to get there." I said, "So we need to prepare a little bit." I added. "But there's a problem." I said, "Damon." Both Stefan and I said at the same time. "I don't trust him here." I told Stefan, "The only option is to take him with us." Stefan said, "Take Who Where?" Damon asked and I turned around to face him. "You came back?" He questioned, "Not for you." I said, "You me and Y/N are going on a little trip." Stefan told Damon, "Count me in." Damon said with a smirk, I just rolled my eyes and went into the room where Caroline was. "Can I ask a favor?" I asked her, "Yes I'll watch her." Caroline said, I raised a brow but then she tapped her ear.

"I can't sit in a car with him for two days!" I groaned, "Y/N there's not much of another choice." Stefan told me. "Can't we just tie him up and stick him in the basement?" I asked Stefan, he shook his head."

It was only  seven hours since we started our little adventure and Stefan was passed out in the back seat so I was left with Damon. I rolled my eyes, "Damon let's not do this. Let's just both be quiet and try and make this ride a little less miserable?" I suggested, although I didn't make it sound like much of a suggestion. "We need to talk about this so why not now?" He asked, looking over at me. "Do you know where you're here?" I asked him, "Because I didn't want you anywhere near my daughter!" I told him. "Our." He corrected, I couldn't help but laugh. "You May be her biological father but you will never be her dad." I said, "Oh and Klaus is? Huh? Just having you around him he's putting the both of you in danger!" Damon stated, "Why do you think he's not here?" I shouted. Stefan woke up, I apologized to him. My shouting was uncalled for but I couldn't help it, Damon gets under my skin unlike anyone else.