Request: Can you do a Damon Salvatore smut where he and the reader had a fight and she just walks out and leaves the boarding house for hours and doesn't answer any of his calls or texts until she listens to a voicemail where he sounds so broken and she goes back and they have rough make up sex and she asks him to use compulsion on her to make her cum multiple times? So yeah definitely compulsion kink can be a warning idk I just love to think they can use compulsion for that kinda thing 🤷🏼♀️ thanks! - @fuckkoffcourtney (I’m sorry, the tag isn’t working)
Pairing: Damon x Reader
Word Count: 3k
Warning: Angst, smut, compulsion kink, slight praise kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys and gals) 18+ only
Song: Hot Mess by Cobra Starship
A/N: Italics are flashbacks. I hope you guys enjoy this <3 -Jo
“Damon stop fucking calling…” You muttered to yourself as you heard the ringtone for your boyfriend go off for the tenth time that day. You let that call go to voicemail too, still unable to bring yourself to talk to him. After the phone stopped ringing, you just turned it off and tossed it in your bag.
You marched into the Salvatore boarding house, Damon slammed the door behind you. “You’re not going anywhere until we talk. That bullet wouldn’t have killed me, Y/n.” His voice was law, his tone dangerous.
You knew you shouldn’t poke the bear but he was making it difficult for you. Your pride was also an issue. “And it didn’t kill me either, Damon.” You tried to make your tone match his. You didn’t want a fight, especially since everyone made it home in mostly one piece. “I knew Matt wouldn’t shoot to kill me, and I knew you’d take care of me.” You grinned, trying to cozy up to your boyfriend. You just wanted to diffuse the situation, get him to calm down.
Damon wasn’t having it. He gripped your upper arms almost too tightly. “Don’t you get it?! This… self-sacrificing crap doesn’t work when you’re human and incredibly breakable!” He barely had a hold on his temper anymore as he shouted at you. You continued to stand your ground, even as he squeezed your arms a bit harder as if to prove a point.
“I’m not as delicate as you make me out to be, Damon.” Your expression hardened before you winced slightly at the pressure from where he held you.
His eyes tightened as he relaxed his grip on you. He’d seen your flinch. “I beg to differ. What if I hadn’t gotten to you in time? What if you had bled out and I couldn’t save you, huh? Where would you be?” He all-but shoved you away from him. You stiffened, eyes filling with tears that you didn’t dare let spill over in front of him. “You’d be dead. And I don’t know where I’d be. You’re just a pathetic, fragile, little human who thinks she can play with the big kids because one of them is her boyfriend.”
You laughed without humor. “You’re really trying to get me to hate you, aren’t you?”
“I’m trying to get you to see that this isn’t working anymore! Hell, it barely worked at all!” He ran one hand through his hair and looked anywhere but at you.
You didn’t know what reaction he was expecting from you; maybe crying, running away. No, as much as you wanted to cry, you were beyond pissed off. You shoved at his shoulder, and still he refused to look at you. “So that’s it then?! Seven years, Damon. Through seven years, several deaths, the Mikaelsons, witches, werewolves, vampires… Through all the absolute shit we’ve been through, this is what you decide breaks us?” He finally looked your way, wanting to say something but you were on a roll. “Because this is all you, Damon. Your decision alone. Congratulations,you got what you wanted. But you know that you’re not the only one dealing with the consequences of this decision.” You let that be the final word before you stormed out of the house, not even bothering to shut the door. You waited until you got in your car before you finally felt the dam break.
After your tears dried, you’d turned your phone off and took off in your car to any direction. You drove mindlessly for hours until your eyes blurred from exhaustion, and you had to keep going until you finally spotted a motel.
You checked in and collapsed on the bed once you got to your room. To say it had been a long day would be a major understatement. You tried not to think about Damon again before you passed out on the moderately comfortable bed.
The sunlight invading your eyelids was what woke you up. You were disoriented for a few moments before you remembered where you were. That’s to say… where you weren’t. The room you were in was a stark contrast to Damon’s bedroom at home. It was dingy but in all honesty not the worst you’d ever stayed in. You went to go take a quick shower.
When you came back you sighed and ran your hands over your face. Now that you’d had more time to cool off, you could see what happened a little more clearly. You’d known even yesterday that Damon was only throwing hurtful words at you to make you leave him, for what he thought was your own safety. It only worked because your emotions were already so raw with your near-death experience. Maybe he had finally cooled off too.
Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, you saw that it was later than you’d originally thought at about one in the afternoon. You reached over and dug out your phone and cursed, you realized you’d forgotten to turn it back on. After it came back to life, your notifications started going off one after another. You immediately checked looked through your text messages. There were seventeen in total eight from Damon, seven from Stefan, and two from Matt. There were a ton of missed calls but only one voicemail dated at 3:58 a.m. It was from Damon.
“Y/n, I….” He sighed. “Look the least you could do is answer your damn phone. I get that you’re pissed off and… Fuck, if you’re still driving just be careful….” You heard the sloshing of liquid in glass and you assumed he’d taken another drink of his bourbon straight from the bottle. “I just keep thinking…. If something happened to you right now, I’d never know. I can barely protect you if you’re here and I can’t protect you when you’re not here.” You heard it then, the slight slurring in his words. “I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t have pushed you away like I did. And I hurt you, fuck… I hurt you and I’m so damn sorry. If you don’t come home, I get it. Just… I need to you know that I-“. His voice cut out when he’d run out of time, and your heart clenched at his voice. He sounded more regretful than you’d ever heard him. You made a decision and you hastily got dressed, throwing everything else in your bag. You jumped in your car and took off back down the road towards Mystic Falls.
When you got back to the boarding house, Stefan was sitting in the garage. He stood as soon as you parked. “Y/n,” he breathed. He hugged you tightly. “Damon told me about what happened yesterday after you got home. I’m so sorry-“
“Don’t worry about it, Stefan.” You pulled away and smiled slightly at him. “You know how he is, this probably won’t be the last time he tries to push me away in the name of my safety. It certainly isn’t the first, but this time… It felt different.”
“I know.” He pointed to the upstairs window, where Damon’s room was. “He’s been holed up in there all night. I don’t know what all he’s done in there but I heard a lot of banging… I’ll take off and give you guys some privacy, okay?” He hugged you again and kissed the side of your head, leaving you to deal with his brother.
You made your way upstairs where you heard rock music being played. You pushed the door open slowly, taking in the absolute mess that he’d made. Usually you and Damon like to keep this room as together as possible… except when clothes were being tossed anywhere when you two were getting down to… business. Now it looked like a tornado came through. Pillows were all over the place, the lamp was on the floor, there were glass shards laying on several spots on the floor.
Your eyes fell on Damon’s slouching form in the corner, and he looked rough for just one night.
“Stefan said it wasn’t pretty up here.”
Damon’s head shot up at the sound of your voice. “Y/n…”
You gave him a small wave. “Hi, baby.”
“Y/n,” he breathed again. He shot up and was suddenly in front of you. He hugged you tightly to him. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”
You rubbed your hands up and down his back, soothing him. “It’s okay, you were right. I shouldn’t have been so reckless.”
“I shouldn’t have pushed you away…” He glanced around the room. “It’s obvious you’re the only thing keeping me together.”
You slapped his chest lightly. “Come on, let’s get this cleaned up and then we can talk.” You bent down to start picking up the larger pieces of what used to be one of his drinking glasses.
“Ouch!” You finger stung from the glass that got stuck, it wasn’t bad but enough to break the skin. You plucked the small shards sticking out, going to suck on your finger to stop the stinging when a strong hand caught your wrist. Damon’s eyes were on your hand, not in a threatening way but there was still something predatory about the look in his eyes. His eyes went to yours as he brought your finger to his lips. He kissed it before sticking it in his mouth and sucking, still keeping eye contact with you. Your panties dampened and you moaned when he ran his tongue sensually around the tip of your finger to swipe at the blood.
“Damon,” you whispered. You didn’t have the chance to say anything else. He released your hand and pulled you to him, his mouth instantly dominating yours. He grabbed the back of your head to grip your still-damp hair and pulled you impossibly close. You wrapped your arms around him to grip the back of his t-shirt. You pulled your mouth from his to catch your breath but that didn’t stop Damon. His lips traveled down your neck and his hands moved slowly to the hem of your shirt. You let go of his for a moment so he could lift it off you, leaving you in your bra and shorts and his lips went right back to your chest. He worked his way down, leaving small marks here and there but he never broke the skin. His hands roamed your sides. When he reached the hem of your shorts, his arms went underneath your knees and behind your back as he lifted you like you weighed nothing.
Damon carried you over and tossed you unceremoniously onto the bed. You breathed heavily as you looked at him. He yanked your pants and underwear down in one swoop, leaving you almost completely bare. He looked back up at you again. His eyes were lustblown as he looked lovingly at you. He crawled up the bed and hovered over you, resting his forehead against yours.
“I love you,” he breathed out quietly. “I’m so sorry.”
“Shh.” You pecked his lips. “We’re okay. Now,” you cleared your throat, “there’s something… I kind of want to try.”
“What is it?” He asked absentmindedly. His hands were running down your body again, his long fingers making their way to that spot you desperately needed them. You clenched your legs together in anticipation.
“I… Damon I want you to be rough with me. Order me around… Use compulsion on me.” His hand froze. You were quick to explain. “We’ve talked about it before, and you know its nothing more than the physical restraints we take out from time to time.” He still didn’t look too sure. You sighed. “Damon… please. I need this.”
The pleading tone in your voice cut through to him. His hand that had been so close to your aching pussy moved slowly back up you cup your jaw. His eyes hardened and you felt yourself grow wetter. He focused on your eyes. “Y/n, you are absolutely not allowed to cum until I tell you to. You are not allowed to touch yourself until I tell you to. Do I make myself clear, answer yes or no.”
“Yes,” you whimpered at the growl in his voice.
Damon gave you his signature smirk. He kissed you again, roughly this time. His hand went to your throat and he squeezed lightly. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped you and he raised an eyebrow. Knowing he’d take a mental note to remember that for later, he released you and straddled your waist. He didn’t even bother trying to take your bra off the easy way, he just ripped the offending material in half and tossed it among the debris in the room. His mouth latched onto one hard nipple and he tweaked and pulled the other between his fingers.
You bit your lip to keep from crying out when he nipped lightly at the hardened bud. He lifted his head and glared at you. “I want to hear every little sound I can pull from you, Y/n.”
“Yes Damon,” you tried to say but it came out as a strangled moan.
He got off you and moved off the bed, yanking his shirt off and tossed it behind him too. He unbuckled his pants and freed his cock. He gave it a few long strokes while you stared. You licked your lips at the sight. He whistled at you and lifted one perfect eyebrow. “On your knees,” he demanded in a hard voice. You didn’t waste time to do as you were told. He stood in front of you, his cock in your face. His eyes were intense. “Suck with your hands behind your back, do not move them or you might not get to cum at all tonight.”
“Yes, Damon,” you whispered. You clasped your hands behind your back and began to run your tongue up and down the length of his dick. Your tongue swirled around the tip before you started sucking hard at the top.
He moaned when you hollowed your cheeks and began to suck harder. He tangled his fingers in your hair. “Such a good girl, Y/n. Its been so long since you’ve been my good girl like this, hasn’t it?” You groaned around him, which caused him to grip your hair a bit tighter. “Yeah, just like that…” He moaned and gathered all of your hair in his fist to make a makeshift ponytail. “Look at me.” You looked him in the eyes and, although he was being firm, you could see the tenderness there. “I want you to relax your throat muscles and keep eye contact with me.”
He wasn’t using compulsion but you couldn’t help but obey him nonetheless. You stopped sucking and suppressed your gag reflex as best as you could. He braced his legs and he began fucking your mouth. Again, and again he hit the back of your throat and went past it. You tried not to move, only staring at Damon even when he closed his eyes.
You gagged a bit when you felt his hips start to stutter. You thought he was going to cum down your throat when he suddenly pulled out of your mouth and squeezed at the base to stop his orgasm. Both of you were breathing heavily. He let go of your hair and stroked your face gently. “Good girl, such a good girl, Y/n.” You moaned and leaned into his hand. “I think you deserve a reward. On the bed with your knees apart.” You scrambled to do as he said. He kicked his pants completely off before taking a spot between your legs. He moved one of his long fingers slowly between your folds and you moaned loudly at finally being touched. He grinned at the amount of slick he found. “This all for me?” He pinched your clit between two fingers and you groaned. Suddenly his mouth replaced his fingers and he sucked hard on your clit while pushing two fingers in you.
“Damon!” you cried out. He went harder, scissoring you open before he felt you were ready for a third finger. You could feel that heat in your belly building up but you were unable to cum. “Damon please, I need-!”
“Cum now!”
You moaned loudly as you rode out the waves of your orgasm, shouting variations of “Yes!” and “Oh fuck!”
Damon lapped up every bit of juices you gave him. When you came back down he was hovering above you, cock at your entrance. “Ready?” he asked you. You nodded and he entered you in one hard thrust. Your nails dug into his shoulders, nearly drawing blood. He kissed you messily, silencing your cries.
Damon basically fucked you into the mattress until the both of you were on the verge of coming when he suddenly flipped you over so you were straddling him while he was still inside you. He used compulsion again. “Ride me as hard as you can, take what you need from me and cum whenever you need.”
And you did, bouncing up and down while you continued to grip his shoulders. He sat up and began sucking hard on your nipples again. You moaned, feeling that heat building once again. You rode him faster, chasing your orgasm and he thrust up into you, chasing his own.
“Fuck, Y/n. Oh Y/n.” He groaned into your shoulder. “That’s it, baby. Cum on my cock.”
Despite the compulsion being broken, you obeyed. “Oh my- oh fuck, Damon!” you screamed.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah! Y/n- Oh fuck!” Damon spilled himself inside you. He hugged you close to him and laid you both down on the ruined sheets. It took a while for both of you to catch your breath, but eventually he said, “I love you, Y/n.”
“I love you too, you ass.” He smacked your ass lightly at the name. “Hey, next time we fight, can we just skip past the yelling and storming out and get right down the fun stuff?”
