Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Reader
Warning: Sensual content, and might be +18
โฑThe innocence of her made him wilder โฑ
The Gilbert house was too quiet at night. Without Elenaโs soft footsteps or Jeremyโs music leaking under his bedroom door, silence stretched across the living room like a blanket. You werenโt used to being alone here โ not really โ and it made the creaks of the floorboards louder, the tick of the clock sharper, the shadows outside the windows heavier.
But when the knock came, sharp against the wood, you didnโt jump. Somehow, you already knew who it was.
You pulled the door open and there he was. Damon Salvatore. Leaning one shoulder against the frame like he owned it, wearing that half-smirk that made you feel like he could see right through your skin and into your thoughts. His eyes, impossibly blue even in the low light, lingered on you a second too long, the way they always did.
โHi, Dam,โ you said, your voice lighter than the way your chest tightened.
His mouth curved up slowly, deliberately. โHey, angel.โ
That nickname again. The one heโd been using since the first time he met you, as if heโd claimed you with a single word. You always laughed it off, rolled your eyes, told him he was ridiculous. But every time, it made your stomach flip in a way you couldnโt explain.
He straightened a little, tilting his head. โAre you gonna invite me in?โ His voice was velvet โ low, smooth, a little dangerous.
You shook your head with a soft laugh. โI donโt need to say it. You know you can.โ
The innocence you maintain, the fact that you don't know anything, not he's secret or everything that it hides behind, he loved that.
His smirk sharpened, his body shifting closer, close enough that the air between you felt heavier, warmer. His lips dipped toward your ear, his words brushing over your skin like a touch.
โI can whatโฆโ he whispered, dragging the pause just long enough to make you swallow. โSay it.โ
Your throat went dry, but you forced yourself to meet his eyes, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you flustered. โYou can come in,โ you said softly, almost steady, though your cheeks betrayed you with heat.
Damon chuckled under his breath, pleased, and stepped past the threshold. But not without leaning close, his breath ghosting against your jaw as he murmured, โInside the house, orโฆโ
You froze for half a heartbeat before you caught the smirk tugging at his lips, the mischievous spark in his eyes.
โDamon.โ You rolled your eyes, your blush deepening, but a laugh slipped from your mouth all the same.
He grinned like heโd won something, brushing past you with casual arrogance as if heโd lived here all his life. You shut the door behind him, still fighting the smile tugging at your lips, and turned to see him already pouring himself into the living room, hands tucked into the pockets of his black jeans.
โYou know,โ he said, glancing over his shoulder at you with mock seriousness, โmost girls would scream if a man showed up at their house uninvited this late. You, on the other handโฆโ He let his gaze drift slowly down the length of you and back up, unhurried, shameless. โYou look like you were waiting for me.โ
โI wasnโt,โ you said quickly, crossing your arms.
โMhm.โ He flopped lazily onto the couch, stretching out like a cat that owned the place. โSure, angel. I believe you.โ
Your arms tightened across your chest, though you couldnโt fight the curve of your lips. Damon was always like this โ toeing the line, leaning too close, saying too much, and leaving you unsure if he was serious or just playing. Most of the time, you laughed it off. But when it was just the two of you, no Elena, no Jeremy, no distractions, it was harder to ignore the way his words lingered in the air, thick and electric.
โYou shouldnโt be here,โ you muttered, though it lacked any bite.
โMm, but I am,โ he said simply, tilting his head back against the couch cushion, his smirk softening into something hungrier as his eyes found yours again. โAnd youโre not throwing me out. Soโฆโ He patted the empty space beside him. โCome sit, angel. Unless youโre scared.โ
You hesitated. Damon watched you like he was reading every flicker of hesitation, every racing heartbeat.
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The movie flickered on the TV, shadows dancing lazily across the walls of the living room, but neither of you had been paying attention for a while. The silence had stretched, comfortable yet heavy, and you found yourself fiddling with the hem of your silk pajama dress, staring at the images on the screen without really seeing them. Finally, to break the quiet, you asked the first thing that popped into your mind.
โCan you imagine if vampires really existed?โ Your voice was soft, curious, carrying that innocent lilt Damon had become addicted to.
He didnโt answer right away. Instead, he turned his head slowly toward you, the corner of his mouth curving in that trademark smirk, though his eyes gleamed with something sharper, something darker. โWould you be afraid of them?โ he asked, his tone casual but laced with amusement, like he already knew your answer and was daring you to surprise him.
โThat depends,โ you replied, tilting your head with the same kind of innocent thoughtfulness that made him lose his composure.
Damonโs gaze lingered on you, and for a dangerous second, he forgot the game. He forgot the teasing, the sarcastic banter, all of it. Because the way you looked at him โ wide-eyed, unguarded, pure โ was enough to unravel centuries of practiced self-control. He drowned in it, over and over again, as if every beat of your pulse was another wave dragging him under. He wanted to rip that innocence to shreds, to tear the bandana from your eyes and show you exactly what kind of monster you were so recklessly inviting closer.
His gaze slid down, tracing the line of your white silk pajama dress. The delicate fabric clung to your body like a whisper, and the contrast โ your softness wrapped in something so fragile โ made his jaw clench.
โIโm sure youโd make someone fall in love,โ he said suddenly, his voice softer, lower, carrying more weight than you expected.
You blinked at him, lips parting in surprise, before the warmth of his words painted your cheeks red. Damon lifted his hand slowly, deliberately, the pad of his fingers brushing against your skin in a feather-light caress that lingered at your cheek. His thumb traced the curve of your blush as if heโd put it there himself.
โDo you believe that?โ you asked softly, almost in a whisper, as if you were afraid to break the moment.
โOh, I know that,โ he assured you, his voice thick with certainty, his eyes locked onto yours like a predator who had cornered prey he didnโt want to scare off too quickly. He leaned closer, the scent of bourbon and leather enveloping you, and the air around you tightened until it was impossible to breathe normally.
"Come closer" he whisperd.
The world seemed to stop. Your body went still, frozen not out of fear but out of something deeper, heavier โ the overwhelming gravity of him. Every nerve in you felt awake, waiting.
โDonโt make me repeat that, angel,โ Damon whispered, his breath grazing your lips, his eyes piercing through every shield you thought you had.
Your heart hammered, reckless and loud, but instead of pulling away, you moved. Slowly, nervously, you shifted closer, your knees dragging across the couch cushions until you were right in front of him, your body leaning in as if drawn by some invisible tether. Your pulse was racing so fast you could feel it in your fingertips, but you refused to look away.
โSo vulnerable,โ Damon murmured, his eyes raking down the lines of your body, his voice thick with hunger. โSo pure.โ
Your breath caught when his gaze lingered on the silk draped across your chest, the unspoken implication hanging heavy between you. His lips twisted into a smirk, but his voice was darker now, rougher. โCompletely pure.โ
You swallowed hard, your name falling from your lips like a plea. โDamonโฆโ
His hand, still cupping your cheek, slid back slightly, his fingers tangling in your hair, holding you there, making sure you couldnโt escape his eyes. He leaned closer, his voice dipping into something dangerous and undeniable.
โIโm not even going to ask you,โ he said, every word deliberate, dripping with certainty. โI know you feel it.โ
The world collapsed into the space between your mouths, a space shrinking by the second, filled with tension and heat and something far bigger than either of you could deny. You didnโt even have time to think โ to protest, to agree โ before Damon moved in and pressed his lips to yours.
The kiss wasnโt rushed. It wasnโt sloppy or eager. It was slow, sensual, deliberate. He kissed you like he had all the time in the world to undo you piece by piece, as if the act of taking his time was more intoxicating than the destination itself. His lips were soft, his movements smooth, and yet every tilt of his mouth against yours carried the dangerous promise of something far more consuming.
And for the first time, you didnโt laugh it off. You didnโt tell him he was ridiculous. You kissed him back.
His lips moved over yours with unbearable patience, every brush and tilt carefully measured, designed to make you dizzy. Damon didnโt kiss like someone experimenting; he kissed like someone who had perfected the art over centuries and was now enjoying the pleasure of unraveling you, one trembling breath at a time.
When he finally pulled back, it wasnโt with reluctance โ it was with purpose. He left you chasing after his mouth without meaning to, your body betraying you as you leaned toward him. His smirk was waiting for you when you opened your eyes, smug and sharp.
โMm,โ he murmured, thumb dragging lazily over your bottom lip, as if tasting the echo of your kiss wasnโt enough. โKnew it.โ
Your breath caught, your voice softer than you meant it to be. โKnew what?โ
โThat youโd taste this sweet,โ he said, his tone a sinful mix of mockery and reverence. โLike sin dressed in white silk.โ
Heat flooded your chest, your cheeks, and you tried to glare at him, to brush it off the way you always did. But his hand was still in your hair, his body close enough to steal your air, and you realized you couldnโt joke your way out this time. Not when every nerve in you was tuned to him.
โDamonโฆโ you whispered, but your voice cracked in the middle, betraying you.
He chuckled low, savoring it, tilting his head as his eyes roamed down your body again โ slow, unapologetic, as though he was memorizing the effect he had on you. โRelax, angel. Iโm not going to bite.โ His smirk deepened. โUnless you ask me nicely.โ
Your lips parted, caught between protest and something else you didnโt want to name.
He leaned in again, this time brushing his mouth along your jaw, not quite kissing, just letting his lips skim your skin. The sensation sent shivers racing down your spine, and when his breath fanned against your ear, you almost forgot how to breathe.
โYou feel it, donโt you?โ he whispered, his voice low and husky, each word sliding over you like velvet. โThat little acheโฆ the one you canโt explain.โ
You closed your eyes, your hands tightening on the cushion beneath you. He was too close, too warm, too much.
โI donโtโโ you started, but your words faltered as his lips ghosted down to your neck, pressing the softest, most fleeting kiss against your pulse point.
โDonโt lie to me, angel,โ he murmured, his tone teasing but laced with something sharp. โYour body already gave you away.โ
You swallowed hard, pulse hammering beneath his mouth, and Damon smiled against your skin, clearly delighted with the chaos heโd created inside you. He didnโt press further โ not yet. Instead, he pulled back just enough to look at you again, his eyes dark, amused, hungry.
โYouโre shaking,โ he said softly, like he was announcing a secret only he could see. โAnd I havenโt even started.โ
The smirk returned, wicked and slow. He leaned in until his forehead almost touched yours, his voice dropping to a whisper that forced you to listen, every syllable dripping with heat.
โTell me you donโt want this,โ he challenged, his thumb stroking your cheek as if daring you to deny him. โLook me in the eyes, angel, and tell me to stop.โ
But you didnโt. You couldnโt. Your lips parted, but no words came. The silence was all the confession Damon needed.
His grin spread, triumphant. โThatโs what I thought.โ
Damon didnโt wait for you to recover. His mouth was back on yours, hungrier this time, stealing your breath before you could think. His kiss was still slow, but the pressure was firmer, his tongue brushing against your lower lip in a request he didnโt bother to voice โ because he already knew youโd give in.
When you did, when you parted your lips for him, his groan was low and satisfied, vibrating through you as his hand slid down from your cheek to the curve of your jaw, then lower still, tracing the line of your throat with dangerous precision.
โYou have no idea,โ he whispered between kisses, his lips dragging across your skin as he moved to your neck, โhow badly Iโve wanted this.โ
Your breath hitched when his mouth lingered at your pulse point, sucking lightly, enough to make you clutch at the fabric of the couch.
โDamonโโ His name left your lips like a plea, but you didnโt even know what you were begging for.
โRelax, angel,โ he murmured, his lips brushing your collarbone. โYouโll like it.โ
His hand, the one not tangled in your hair, began to wander lower. Slow. Purposeful. He traced down the edge of your arm, brushing his knuckles along your skin just enough to make goosebumps rise. Then, as if he couldnโt resist, he let his palm flatten against your hip, the silk of your pajama dress sliding easily beneath his touch.
You stiffened, just for a second, your innocence warring with the rush of heat flooding through you. Damon felt it, of course. He pulled back, his lips curving into a smug smile as his eyes locked on yours again.
โNervous?โ he asked, his tone mocking, though his hand never moved from your hip.
You swallowed hard. โA little.โ
โGood,โ he said simply, his grin widening. โMeans Iโm doing it right.โ
He leaned in again, his mouth capturing yours in a kiss that left no room for laughter this time. His hand slid further up, fingers teasing along your waist, brushing dangerously close to the curve of your ribs. Every touch was maddeningly slow, as though he was enjoying the torture of holding back more than the release itself.
When he finally pulled back, his lips swollen from the kiss, his voice dropped to a whisper that dripped heat into your veins.
โYou have no idea how easy it would be to ruin you,โ he said, his thumb stroking your skin through the thin silk. โAnd the worst part?โ He smirked, leaning close enough that his lips almost brushed your ear. โYouโd let me.โ
Your breath caught, your protest dying before it formed. Damon chuckled low in his chest, clearly delighted by your helplessness, and his hand wandered further up, grazing just beneath the swell of your breast before retreating deliberately, as if to remind you he was in control of the pace.
โPleaseโฆโ The word slipped out before you could stop it, and your face burned instantly with the realization.
Damon froze, his blue eyes flashing with a darker hunger as his smirk widened. โOh, you have no idea what that does to me,โ he drawled, his thumb brushing dangerously close to the underside of your breast. โBegging already? And here I thought Iโd have to work harder to corrupt you, dollโ
You shouldโve been offended, shouldโve pushed him away, but instead your body leaned into him, desperate for more of the contact he was still teasing you with. Damon laughed under his breath, low and sinful, like heโd just won a game only he knew you were playing.
In one fluid movement, he shifted, guiding you back against the couch cushions, his body hovering over yours. His hand slid up your thigh now, dragging the hem of your dress higher as he went. The contrast of his cool skin against your heated flesh made you gasp, your fingers curling into his shirt as if to anchor yourself.
โMm, thatโs it,โ he murmured against your neck, pressing kisses down the line of your throat. โSo soft, so responsive. Youโre killing me, angel.โ
His hand finally reached the top of your thigh, squeezing lightly, his thumb brushing the delicate edge of your panties. He didnโt push further โ not yet โ just traced the line slowly, deliberately, watching the way your body arched at the contact.
โYou want me to stop?โ he asked suddenly, his voice husky but mocking, daring you. โBecause if you donโt say it nowโฆโ His lips dragged along your jaw, back to your mouth, hot and demanding. โI wonโt.โ
Your eyes locked with his, wide, conflicted, burning. But the words wouldnโt come โ not to stop him. Not when every part of you was screaming for more.
His grin returned, sharp and sinful. โThatโs my girl.โ
He shifted his weight, letting one knee press between your thighs, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of your panties to graze your wetness. The sensation made you arch again, a shuddering moan escaping your lips as he lingered just enough to make you desperate.
โYouโre mine tonight, angel,โ he said, voice rough with hunger. โEvery inch of you, and youโre going to love it.โ
His lips trailed down your neck to your collarbone, kissing and sucking, while his fingers explored freely, pushing boundaries, teasing, making you cry out. When he finally pressed two fingers inside you, slow and demanding, your back arched, your hands clutching his hair as you gave in to the fire he was igniting inside you.
โDamonโฆโ you gasped, voice trembling between need and disbelief.
โYes, angel, say my name,โ he whispered, fingers moving with a perfect, torturous rhythm. โSay it like you mean it. You know you want it.โ
Your body betrayed you, responding to every touch, every kiss, every teasing comment, and Damonโs grin widened, hearing the sounds heโd been craving. He increased the pressure, curling his fingers inside you, matching your quivers, while his mouth returned to yours in a heated, claiming kiss.
โYouโre so wet for me,โ he murmured against your lips, his tongue brushing yours as his fingers moved faster, teasing, demanding. โSoโฆ perfect. All yours, angel. Mine to ruin.โ
The words alone, dirty and possessive, sent shivers down your spine as your climax crept closer, each stroke of his fingers perfectly timed with the kisses, the nips, the teasing. When he finally pressed a thumb against your clit, gentle at first, then firm, your hips bucked uncontrollably, and a loud moan ripped from you.
Damon groaned, pulling back just enough to watch you, his eyes dark with triumph and lust. โThatโs it, angel. Let go for me. Let me hear you scream my name.โ
Your body convulsed beneath him, shivering, trembling, caught between overwhelming pleasure and the dizzying sensation of being completely, utterly taken over. Damon held you, kissed you through it, whispered filthy little praises as your body softened against his, still trembling under his touch.
When you finally came down, breathless and trembling, he didnโt stop. He pulled you into his lap fully, pressing his body against yours, teasing, exploring, leaving no inch of you untouched. Every kiss, every groan, every movement was Damon claiming you
โYouโre dripping for me, angel,โ he murmured, lips grazing your earlobe. โAll mine. Canโt wait to feel you fully.โ
Before you could protest, he tugged the thin fabric of your pajamas aside, exposing you completely. Your skin tingled under his gaze, and the blush that had never left your cheeks deepened. Damonโs eyes drank you in, slow and possessive, his smirk wicked.
โGod, youโre so perfect,โ he whispered, sliding a finger inside you again, curling it expertly, making you gasp. โSo tight, so wetโฆ so damn ready for me.โ
He leaned down, capturing your lips in a scorching kiss, teeth lightly grazing your bottom lip as his other hand found your breast, kneading it with a possessive grip. You moaned into his mouth, your body trembling, craving more, needing more.
โYouโre mine tonight,โ he growled, his lips dragging down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. โMine to take, mine to ruin. And youโll love it, angel. Youโll love it so much.โ
His fingers moved faster inside you, curling expertly, pressing just the right spots as he brushed his thumb over your clit. You arched uncontrollably, hands clutching at his shoulders, teeth sinking into your lower lip to keep from screaming.
โDamonโฆ pleaseโฆโ you gasped, voice broken and needy.
โIโm not stopping,โ he whispered, his tone dark, commanding, as he finally positioned himself, brushing against your entrance. โI want to feel every inch of you, angel. You want that too, donโt you?โ
Your knees trembled, and you could only nod, unable to form words as he pressed into you slowly, carefully, giving you a moment to adjust. The stretch, the friction, the fullness of him โ it was overwhelming, every nerve in your body screaming, and yet, your mind was hazy with desire.
โYou feel so perfect,โ he groaned, hips moving with a slow, punishing rhythm at first, letting you feel every inch, teasing you. โSo tight, so wetโฆ god, angel, youโre killing me.โ
You whimpered, digging your nails into his back as he picked up the pace, thrusting harder, deeper, groaning low in your ear. His dirty words mixed with the slick sound of skin on skin, echoing through the quiet house.
โLook at me,โ he growled, one hand gripping your jaw, forcing your gaze to meet his. โTell me youโre mine. Tell me youโve never wanted anyone like this before.โ
โIโฆ Iโm yours,โ you moaned, voice trembling, body arching into him as he slammed into you, slow at first, then faster, punishing and urgent. โOnly yours, Damonโฆโ
He smirked, brushing a lock of hair from your face, letting a hand roam freely over your body as he whispered filthy little praises between rough, deep thrusts.
โYou feel so good,โ he groaned, lips brushing your ear. โSo wet for me, so perfectโฆ god, angel, youโre going to come for me again, arenโt you?โ
โYesโฆ yes!โ you cried, voice breaking as he hit the perfect angle inside you over and over, his rhythm relentless, dragging you toward the edge again. Fucking you as if just the thought of stopping could make him die.
โGood girl,โ he growled, biting your shoulder gently, watching your face contort with pleasure. โThatโs itโฆ come for me, babygirl. Let me hear you scream my name.โ
And with that, the world shattered into heat and pleasure, waves of ecstasy crashing over you as Damon held you, kissed you, whispered filthy, possessive things into your ear while he rode out the fire with you, every thrust, every groan, every motion consuming and claiming you utterly.
When the tremors finally subsided, he collapsed against you, lips finding yours in a softer, lingering kiss. His hands still held you close, possessive and protective, though the hunger in his eyes never fully faded.
โYouโre perfect,โ he murmured, voice rough but tender now. โGod, angelโฆ I canโt get enough of you.โ
You shivered against him, exhausted and overwhelmed, body still tingling from every touch, every thrust, every sinful word. And deep down, you knewโฆ this was only the beginning.
