Pairing(s): Damon Salvatore x innocent!reader
Summary: Damon Salvatore is infatuated with your innocence and he wants it for himself.
Warning(s): Lowk corruption kink, Damon being Damon, swearing, sexual content, degradation, praise.
Damon loved the game… the careful thought out plan of capturing his prey in their weakest moments gave him a rush like no other.
He watched you daily, hell, even nightly. The sight of you snuggled into your pretty pink comforter hugging a bunny teddy you got for your 5th birthday like it was your entire world made his skin burn. Your hair splayed out on the pillow, the soft skin of your neck exposed under the moonlight pouring through your window looking oh-so bitable.
He would smirk like the devil watching you squirm and whimper in your sleep, suffering from the dreams he gave you.
He would never cause you harm, no, you were far too sweet, too pretty, too… destined to be his.
So he watched you, learning all your ins and outs. He preyed on you like a wolf would prey on a helpless little lamb but for you, he would play the role of the wolf in sheep’s clothing. He couldn’t bear to scare you away and miss his chance to know what you taste like.
The first time you noticed him was the library, immersed in a cheesy romance novel and not really looking where you were going, you had bumped into him. The books already tucked under your arm had tumbled to the floor and he was quick to help you but the moment you locked eyes you were sure he was the man you were just reading of.
All those unbelievably handsome men in the books you read could never be a reality, you thought.
Books always had impossible beauty standards but he was it.
You were puzzled by his appearance, the bold contrast of his striking blue glare to his almost black hair, his sly mischievous smile, his body, his brooding shadow swallowing you as he handed you your dropped books.
It wasn’t long before he had flirted you into giving him your number, then he was at your door the next morning with your favorite flowers, asking you to coffee.
How had he known all your favorite things? You didn’t know, but you weren’t suspicious. You fell directly into his trap.
It was 11pm, the moon was full that night and you were hunched over your desk trying to study for an incoming test under the soft glow of your lamp light.
You were almost asleep atop the wood desk when you heard the knocking on the window. Only a tap or two which made you question if you heard it at all but when you put your head back down it came more consistent and then you spotted Damon and that goddamn smirk.
You quickly opened it and he begged you to invite him in, you nodded tiredly, rubbing your eyes but he wouldn’t move.
“Damon, you can come in.” You were confused by his hesitation but the moment the invite left your lips he slipped through the window and closed it behind him.
He was wearing all black as per usual and it made him stand out in your mostly pink and white decorated room. The sight made you giggle and he tilted his head like a dog does when it hears a strange noise.
“Something funny, pretty girl?” The humor left you the moment his endearing words reached your ears.
Damon loved to compliment you, it always rendered you silent just like now and he wondered what you were thinking.
You shook your head quickly.
“Hm.” He huffed, eyeing you as he stepped past you to your desk. His woodsy scent filled your nose and you nibbled your bottom lip, how you loved his smell. “Homework?”
“A test, I have a test coming up.” You smiled sheepishly as he picked up the sheet of questions and answers you were studying.
“This looks like a cheat paper, where’d you get it?”
“Mr Sanders gave it to me, he said he’d trade the study material for some of those cookies I like to bake.” You were so sheltered, you really had no idea your teacher was a creep and it wouldn’t just be cookies he asks for next time he does you a ‘favor’.
This wasn’t simple ‘study material’ as you had put it and your teacher knew that, he also knew that you were too innocent to notice the innuendos in this exchange.
Damon’s jaw ticked, anger filling his chest at the mere thought of that slimy prick making a pass at you but he kept it cool… for now. He didn’t want to alarm you and he knew that teacher wouldn’t be a problem anymore the second Damon leaves this house.
He couldn’t let go of the negative feelings, however. Is this jealousy? He wondered. The feeling was foreign and he didn’t like it.
“I’ve got a fun game we can play to help you study.” He spoke, his eyes burning into yours and you immediately nod, willing to do anything he wanted. “The rules are simple, if you get a question right, I kiss you. If you get a question wrong, you strip an item of clothing.”
Your eyes opened wide as a deep shade of crimson crept over your cheeks.
Damon wanted to laugh, the thought of a kiss let alone a strip game had short circuited your pretty little head. He tried hard to hide his smile as you stammered.
“Don’t think so hard, sweetie. Save all that brain power for the quiz.” Damon winked and your heart took off.
He sat in your desk chair and motioned for you to sit on the bed opposite him, you followed his instruction, scared but curious. You had wanted to kiss him but you weren’t sure you were ready yet.
“Mm, American history.” Damon hummed, scanning the questions. He already knew the answers to every question without even looking. “Which treaty officially ended World War I?”
You perked up at the easy question, you were scared he would start with the ones you struggled with.
“The Treaty of Versailles.” You chirped, proud of yourself.
Damon sunk into your desk chair, making himself comfortable as curiosity danced through his eyes.
“Come sit.” He suddenly patted his lap and you stared at him for a moment, a little taken aback.
You had already forgotten the rules, a right answer means a kiss.
You tried to be brave, mustering your courage to stand up on wobbly legs.
“It’s okay.” He cooed, coaxing you closer gently as if you were a frightened animal and when you came within arms reach he pulled you by your waist.
Sitting down in Damon’s lap, you couldn’t help but take him in from this close, his eyes were even more striking than you remembered and you felt hypnotized somehow. His body was hard and toned underneath your touch and you couldn’t ignore the way his smirk made you feel all tingly inside… or maybe it was his lips.
“You remember the rules?” His hand lifts to tuck some hair behind your ear and you swallow thickly, nodding your head as his hand smoothed down to cup your cheek.
You lean into his palm and his eyes fall to your lips, his own slightly opened as he guided you to lean closer. You watch as his atoms apple bobs and he licks his lips like he’s about to eat his favorite meal, goosebumps erupt on your skin.
When your lips finally connect, you understood.
You understood all those romcoms and romance novels and why they’re always sticking their tongues down each other’s throats because for the first time ever, you wanted to do the same thing.
It felt like nothing else, you couldn’t compare it to anything, being so inexperienced. Your stomach was full of butterflies to a point it almost made you sick but you wouldn’t change it for anything.
When he pulls back you’re disappointed, craving more the second you see his soft lips glistening from your kiss.
He of course notices the look in your eye; the begging, the pleading, the yearning within them.
He wants to give you more, so much more, but he has to take this slow so you don’t get spooked.
“In what year was the Declaration of Independence signed?” He continued on, trying to ignore his pretty girl practically begging him.
“1775.” You answered quickly, clearly distracted as you were one year off.
“Wrong, strip.” His command was firm, it didn’t leave room for protest but you still hesitate.
He watched you like a hawk, waiting for you to follow the rules and your heart was pounding in your chest.
You reached down and took off one of your socks, searching Damon’s face for approval and he smirked.
“Tease.” He lightly tapped your outer thigh where his arm was still wrapped around you and it made your stomach turn.
Not in a bad way, in a weird way. A way you hadn’t felt prior to meeting Damon. It was a way that made you want his touch in places you could never imagine touching yourself.
The questions continued and you were on a losing streak, it was as if all your knowledge had just evaporated after he kissed you. You were desperate, taking off your last sock and then your earrings. You were sure you were cheating, it probably didn’t include jewelry but Damon was extremely patient.
“Who was the first president of the United States?” Damon asks, watching you blush as you knew the answer and knew what was coming after it.
“George Washington.” You gulp, your hands gripping the arms of the desk chair to steady yourself.
“Ding, ding, ding.” He sang playfully, that smile sending shivers to places you didn’t care to acknowledge but it made you press your thighs together in his lap, your body clearly craving something you knew Damon had the power to give you.
You decided to be brave, leaning forward and placing a hand on his chest.
“Kiss me.” He whispered, his voice low and rough.
With a hammering heart you lean in and place your lips on his, feeling stupid not knowing what you’re doing but Damon’s hands were in your hair in an instant, holding you there and guiding your lips.
It was just like the first one, he seemed to put you under some kind of spell as your mind went fuzzy and all you could think of was him and how you wanted more.
You felt his hands fall from your hair and move down to your waist where he was suddenly lifting you, you squeaked, amazed at his strength, it was like you weighed nothing. He set you back down, this time with either thigh over his. You were straddling him now and this new position allowed your clothed heat to be flush with the hard bulge beneath his black jeans.
Your skin tingled, the slightest friction beneath your skirt had made you gasp on his lips. He pretended he didn’t notice to not embarrass you, you were new to this.
“You okay?” He pulled back suddenly, your lips disconnecting and you practically whined at the loss.
“Yeah, I- I really like kissing you Damon.” You admitted, your cheeks all rosy as he smiled at you.
“You can kiss me all you want, baby.” He said softly, smoothing a few of your hairs down as you nod. “Let’s keep going, gotta make sure you’re ready for your test.”
The next question you got wrong, it was one of the harder ones and his kisses were making you dumber by the second. You knew there wasn’t much else to take off, you were only wearing a skirt, underwear, a bra and a pretty baby-t.
“Let me.” He snapped you out of your internal monologue as his hands slid up your back, his eyes meeting yours, asking permission.
You nod once, not really sure how to deny him, not that you wanted to but the nerves were eating you alive.
His hands smoothed down your shirt before he grabbed the hem and you breathed out shakily as he started lifting it.
You raised your arms, letting him take it off and when he threw it to the floor, his eyes explored the newly exposed skin.
“Wow.” Was all he said, his eyes falling to your exposed cleavage, he seemed to swallow the lump in his throat, his mouth going dry. “Can I touch you?” You hadn’t expected him to ask such a thing.
You nod regardless, your body burning for his touch, any touch. His hands started at your sides but snaked their way up to your chest, his rough palms smoothing over your stomach, his thumb lightly skimmed over the fabric of your bra where your nipple was underneath and you breathed in sharply.
“This is cute.” He commented, lightly pulling at your bra strap and you blush like a fool. “Do you want me to stop?”
You’ve never shook your head so fast. You leaned into him to drive the point further and he smiled, your cleavage and exposed neck dangerously close to a man who drank blood for a living.
“Tell me where you want me to touch you.” He whispered, the words dripping with lust.
In all 170 years he’s roamed this earth he’s never remembered wanting a woman this badly, if he didn’t have you tonight he’s sure he’d lose himself. He was hard as a fucking rock just having you in his lap like this. He felt pathetic.
“Damon.” You breathe, your stomach twisting with want but you didn’t know how to vocalize such a thing. “I don’t know how to do this.” You shake your head and his eyes soften a bit.
“You’re thinking too hard again… just relax sweet girl, tell me where you need me.” He encouraged, his hands moving to your hips again, the test paper long forgotten on the desk.
“I… I feel all tingly Damon.” He almost groaned at your confession, instead he grabbed your hips and gently pressed his hard on into your pantie clad pussy, gauging your reaction.
“Here?” He asks as you gasp, placing your hands on his abdomen to stop yourself from chasing the ache.
He notices your restraint and he shakes his head, lifting his hips again.
“Damon.” You moan softly against his lips and he almost lost control, a hand moving into your hair and forcing you to smash your lips against his.
You were caught off guard but you melted almost instantly, wrapping your arms around his neck and finally connecting your bodies. His toned abdomen flexing under yours as his hands moved under your thighs to pull you up, the friction between your legs making you squirm.
The thin fabric of your panties didn’t stand a chance against the roughness of Damon’s jeans and you tried your hardest not to rock your hips, confused by the feeling.
His hands slid over your hips and he grasped at your ass, squeezing and forcing you to grind your aching clit over his cock.
He swiped his tongue over your bottom lip and you instinctively opened your mouth, allowing him to slide his tongue into your mouth, playing with yours. He tasted like mint and something so unmistakably Damon.
“Can I take this off?” He broke the kiss to ask, tugging at the hem of your skirt, you whimpered, sad at the loss of his mouth.
He studied your big begging eyes, your kiss bitten lips and how dazed you already looked.
He couldn’t help but wonder what you’d look like when he finally gets his cock inside you, would you still look so lost and helpless and painfully turned on?
You nod at his request and he picks you up again, making you stand so he can pull your skirt down. You stood between his thighs and his eyes stayed on yours as your skirt fell down your legs.
Feeling bold, you reached down and grabbed his hands, pulling him in the direction of your bed. He smirked and stood up, towering over you and leaning down to peck your lips. You looked up at him like a wounded puppy, waiting for him to take charge again.
“Lay down.” It was pathetic how quickly you listened and Damon could see you were embarrassed but still willing to do whatever he says and that made him feel alive.
You laid down, feeling far too exposed in just your undergarments, waiting in painful anticipation of what Damon was going to do to you.
It was laughable how easy it was to draw you in. He was silly in thinking you would be a challenge.
He thought your innocence made you a shut in, scared of the world around you but it made you curious, it made you easy, you craved experience, even if you were terrified while doing it.
He knew he had control now, without any mind games or tricks and that was dangerous for both of you…
A/n: Will most likely be doing a part 2 to this one. Let me know if you’d like one and if you liked this first part :3
