What We Knew (Damon Salvatore x Reader)

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"I'd really appreciate it if you all messaged him," Stefan said, eyes lingering on Y/N for a little longer than the other girls,
"Still nothing?" Caroline asked and Stefan shrugged,
"I'm sure it's just a fit, but... Still. It might help to hear from you guys," he sighed. Y/N didn't say anything, just nudged her yoghurt with her spoon as she pondered the last little while.
Damon had been gone for nearly four weeks. Stefan first mentioned it the day after. Apparently he heard Damon's car leaving in the early morning. Or, maybe for Damon, it was in the late night. But it was the day after Katherine's that he left. Around 3:00 am Stefan heard that familiar rumble of Damon's Mustang disappear into the night, no warning. And at first, he told the girls not to worry or think too much of it. Damon was an odd character, but, surely he was fine. But after the first five days, Stefan began to worry himself. Y/N could see a certain concern in his eye, unstopping.
He and Y/N had been doing some research, checking news sources from across the States. Over the few weeks of helping Stefan out, he taught Y/N a few tricks when tracking down a specific vampire,
"There's almost always a tell," Stefan shrugged, "it's not always clear until you know them... Damon's tell is robbery," Stefan raised his brows once and Y/N furrowed hers,
" Robbery ?"
"Mhm," he nodded, standing from his desk. He walked for the cupboards on the right of his desk. He crouched down, opening the bottom left cupboard and pulled out an old binder. He walked back to his desk and placed it down. Y/N leaned forward as he opened it. The front page was an old file, dated in '92. The header read 'Global Administration of Defence and Protection' and underneath, in smaller print, 'Record #NA-1008'. The rest of the page, a seemingly standard criminal record file, however there was no mugshot. She only knew it was Damon's because his name was on it in bold. And, the more she looked at it, the file seemed... Not so standard. The coat of arms, the unit approving such a report wasn't anything Y/N had seen or heard of. And it wasn't as if she was some expert in the criminal system, but something was just... Off . With her brows pulled together, she read a report that listed countless of ugly crimes. Crimes that would result in a life sentence if presented to any reasonable jury. But nowhere in the file could an indictment be found. Damon Salvatore walked a free man despite allegations, and apparently evidence, against him regarding crimes involving first-degree murder, drug trafficking, fraud, countless crimes with a deadly weapon... And more...
Stefan turned a few pages. He landed on a Final Investigative report. One of many, it appeared, "so," he sighed, "a person goes missing, right? Friends, family, co-workers, whoever it is... They notice, they stop by the person's place..." Stefan laid it out and Y/N nodded along, "no forced entry, nothing. Whether they have a key or they call the police to open up the person's place, they find a body drained of blood, and all valuable possessions gone. No fingerprints, no drops of blood," he shrugged and Y/N tilted her head curiously, "it was actually quite an issue back in the 60's and 70's. That's when it became his tell. Before the Whittmore's he had a similar method of killing but it would be directed only to those who got in his way. All of those victims had criminal records and were actively wanted by this Unit," he said, flipping to another report, crimes and words looking a little different, "of course, they were all vampires, so he wouldn't leave them drained of blood. But every time, he'd rob them. After the Whittmore's it altered from the criminals to innocents he'd just need to feed on," he nodded and Y/N's stomach flipped anxiously. To even imagine Damon going around and... And murdering people. There was something so conflicting about it. It was over fifty years ago, when he'd made that pattern. But he still did it. But... He was a vampire . A predator to humans... And what if they found such a pattern now? What would it mean to her?
"So... If we see a trail where a victim's been robbed and drained of their blood with no sign of forced entry... It'll be him," he shrugged and Y/N sighed, shaking her head,
"That's insane..." She said, leaning back in her chair, "gruesome," she raised her brows once,
"Definitely," he agreed,
"But... How do we know he'll stick to that pattern? Surely he's expecting us to look for him," she shrugged,
"We don't," Stefan said, "it's just something to keep an eye out for," he shrugged,
"Okay..." She nodded, "and this unit?" She picked up the folder, "Global Administration of Defence and Protection? I've never heard of this before," she said, and he shrugged,
"Nothing open to the public, that's for sure,"
"Do you..." She started, and he glanced up from the binder to her, "could this be the same unit that my parents...?"
He shrugged at that, "Wouldn't surprise me."
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She and Stefan agreed to do some more research that day. Stefan drove them back to the Boarding House after school,
"I know he left things weird, but uhm..." Stefan started and Y/N sighed, "I know I said it at lunch, I feel like a message from you specifically could be of value." He shrugged and she scowled under her breath and shook her head.
She looked out of the window, "Why? Why from me?" She asked, turning to him. He glanced at her, then back to the road and took in a breath,
"Okay, you know what, um..." She sighed, "can you... Can you just drop me off at home? We can do this tomorrow," she shook her head, feeling a sudden spike of overwhelm,
"Wh-what?" He asked, glancing between her and the road,
"Just... Please can you drop me off at my house?" She asked, feeling an anxiety jumping up her throat and down her back. He slowed the Testarossa, pulling over,
"Why? What's up?" He asked but she just sighed and turned to the door. She pulled up the lock and opened the passenger door, stepping out, " Y/N ," Stefan said, but she shut the door before he could really speak. She strode down the sidewalk, hearing Stefan open his door after her, "Y/N, wait!" He called, but she just sighed again and shook her head. She crossed her arms, feeling a nice early spring chill through her hoodie. And she wished she was just on a walk. Not feeling a type of anger, anxiety, dread and disbelief all at once, "Y/N," Stefan said again, reaching for her shoulder. She spun around, face wound with indignation,
" Look , I just can't do this right now! Okay?" She asked, smiling tightly, fakely, and shrugged her shoulders, "this is a fully grown adult we are talking about here. A fully grown adult who has run off without any word," she shrugged, "without sounding self-absorbed, we all know he left because of me. And now, I'm hearing you say that it would 'be of value'," she said, using her fingers as quotations, "to message him? What the hell are we talking about?" She asked. She scoffed and rolled her eyes, turning back around and walking away,
"Y/N, just wait," Stefan tried again but she huffed and turned back to him,
"No. Okay? I am going home. I'm going to study for my Physics exam tomorrow, I'm gonna cook dinner and then I'm gonna have a good night's sleep. We will look for him tomorrow. Goodbye," she raised her brows once and turned around, speeding off. He didn't follow her, thank god, but she heard his defeated sign as he turned back around for his car. She turned right, onto Bishop street, as he drove away.
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Something sounded from upstairs. Just as she dropped the packet of noodles into the boiling water she looked up, glancing around her ceiling. There was a thump... She could have sworn it. Focusing her hearing, came another noise. Upstairs. In her room. Her stomach flipped and she opened a drawer, pulling out a knife first. Another thump, then she glanced at the knife. What was she thinking? She didn't know how to fight with a weapon yet. They'd only been focusing on her powers... No fight training. She dropped the knife and closed the drawer, pulling a wooden spoon from the utensil holder by the stove. She grabbed her phone from the counter and opened the group chat with Caroline, Elena and Bonnie.
'Hey so there's this thumping noise coming from upstairs—I'm gonna go check it out but if you dont hear from me in ten minutes assume I'm dead' she texted. With a sigh she walked to the stairs and looked up. Her phone buzzed,
'Kk. Ten minute timer set.' Caroline texted and Y/N chuckled. She took a breath, flicking the switch next to her. The upstairs hall light turned on and she stepped up the stairs. She took her time, trying hard to use her ears and figure out what she heard. She remembered leaving her window open that morning. Maybe a small gust of wind knocked something down. But, there was a certain energy in the air. A certain... Something that said it wasn't just the wind. Something that urged her to just check. Just in case. And despite that being a classic start to a horror movie... There wasn't a true sense of fear. She stepped onto the landing and walked to her closed door. She stood outside of it for a moment, glancing at the closed guest room door. It definitely came from her bedroom. She reached for the door handle and quickly, she turned it and pushed it forward. Her eyes widened and she sucked in a short gasp at the sight,
" God ," she sighed, burying her face in her hands for a moment, " ugh , what are you doing here?" She asked, stepping forward. Damon leaned against her window frame, pulling her curtains back slightly and looking out at the moon, a perfect crescent that night. He let go of the curtain and looked at her, but said nothing. She rolled her eyes and pulled out her phone, messaging the group chat,
'It's fine' she texted
'Yassss' Caroline replied,
'you sure?' Elena asked,
'Yeah, I left my window open' Y/N typed quickly, 'lamp fell 🙄'
'lolll okay' Caroline texted and Y/N shoved her phone back in her pocket. An anxiety tugged within her, how he looked so casual and nonchalant,
"Where have you been?" She asked almost with disinterest and at that he sighed. He pushed himself off the wall and faced her fully. But again, he didn't say anything. Her brows furrowed at that, and she nearly scoffed, "okay, well," she shrugged, crossing her arms. She walked to her right, putting the bed between them, "if you won't speak then, leave, please," she said, gesturing to the door with her crossed arms, "I still need to cook dinner," she shrugged,
"I'm sorry," he said,
"What?" She asked, craning her neck slightly like she didn't quite hear him,
"I'm sorry," he shrugged,
"You're sorry for what?"
"For everything. I'm sorry for leaving without notice and I'm sorry about putting my hands on you at Katherine's and I'm sorry for kissing you," he listed. Her anxiety turned quickly into an irritation... Why was he so casual? Speaking as if he didn't care if she heard sincerity in his words,
"Are you serious?" She asked, a little quieter, brows furrowed,
"Yeah," he shrugged, glancing at her desk chair. He walked to the chair, taking a seat, "it was an unfair position to put everyone in. I won't do it again," he shrugged once more and Y/N felt a tug in her heart,
"What the fuck," she sighed with a small smile, of shock she might add, playing on her lips. She shook her head and turned around. Back toward him, she brought her hands to her jaw, then up to her hair. She ran her palms flat over her hair in shock,
"What?" He asked, a hint of a sigh in his voice.
She shook her head, "what are you doing?" She asked, turning back around to him,
"What do you mean?" He asked, tone like he was indifferent,
"I mean this," she said, gesturing between them, "us. What are you doing? You keep doing these things and you keep apologizing for them." She said, earning silence from the man. He looked at her, face still and eyes relaxed. Damon looked bored. As if he listened to naught but a lecture and a dull one at that. "What? You have nothing to say?"
He scoffed, "I already said it. I'm sorry." His voice dragged along the Y's, patronizing and ugly.
Y/N's eyes narrowed. A repulse so foreign threatening to consume any once tenderness or affection she had for him. "So, what?" She started, watching with a growing anger as he rolled his eyes and looked away, "You're saying you have absolutely no self control? Can't stop yourself from kissing any woman that stands in front of you for longer than three seconds?" She challenged, and at once his eyes snapped to hers. She poked at a pique she could see. Maybe it would jump out.
If she just pushed a little harder.
Or, gentler. "Look..." She started, softening her tone though face as stern. She stepped forward once, wondering if she should even say it at all.
Wondering why even through that distaste he so easily cloaked over her, still she wanted to tell him. An angst jumped up her throat, familiar doubts and insecurities biting back her tongue. "There's something here, Damon..." She said it anyway.
But the man, vampire scoffed at that. He straightened his posture, looking away like a sheepish little boy.
Her brows pulled together fast, "don't. Don't do that—"
"Do what, Y/N?"
"Fucking scoff at me, Damon. God, why are you even here?" She asked face near bewildered and arms out in a shrug. "You could have texted me you're sorry. Leave a voicemail, get Stefan to tell me. Could've waited 'til I was at the Boarding House next." She shrugged. He smirked at that, looking away again and shaking his head. "But no. You come all the way here, break in through my bedroom fucking window, and scoff when I say there's something here? Please." She rolled her eyes this time.
"Well," he shrugged, "I don't really know what you want me to say."
She looked at him for a moment. A defeat washing down her insides, cold and biting. "I'm disappointed..." She spoke choked up. Throat tighter and aching than she knew, voice quiet and cracking like a little girl about to cry. She drew in a shakey breath before speaking again. "You say these things... Trying to hurt me like we haven't been growing closer this entire time," she shook her head, "we're not strangers, Damon—"
"But I WISH that we WERE!" He barked, shooting up from his seat. His hands flew to his head, "Fuck, Y/N, I wish we were strangers." He dropped his arms to his side with a slap, "the shit we could've stopped if I'd just kept walking that afternoon..."
She said nothing. Mouth turning downward, pulling tiringly into a frown so frequently plastered upon her lips.
"Y/N, I..." He started, shaking his head. He stepped forward, slowly, "Have allowed the greatest dangers of our time stand in front of you, threaten you, hurt you." He said, nearing her more, though still so far.
And, for some reason it was different. Perhaps she was silly to think it would be her doubts and worries stopping a blooming something. Of course it would be Damon's hindering such a thing.
"Gillian found you so easily because of me—"
"Elias sent her. He could've found me whether I moved her our stayed in the East." she shrugged,
"What I know is you gotta stop hanging around us." He said, and at once the room silenced.
She narrowed her eyes at the man, in utter awe at his speech. "Excuse me?" She asked.
"Stefan and I. We're bad news and you'll be safer—"
"Sorry, what? I know for a fact Stefan does not feel this way,"
"Oh, please, you don't know," he scoffed,
"I got some idea," she shook her head.
At this point it was getting annoying. His stupid words, speaking nothing of value. Yapping like a lost boy that didn't know what to do.
"What the fuck are we even fighting about, Damon?"
He scowled, "I don't know!" Looking away, he shook his head again.
"I know it's not Stefan wanting me gone. Why do you?"
"Just... Because—"
"No, if you're gonna cut me out and do it in person with a fight, you owe me an answer." She pointed at herself, stepping forward once, challenging.
He scoffed at that, mixed with a small laugh at her boldness. "I don't owe you anything."
"Yes you do. So what's it gonna be? What's your excuse?"
He said nothing, but this time his eyes wouldn't meet hers.
"Why?" She asked.
Nothing.
"Why?!—"
"Because I'm in love with you!" He exclaimed back at her. At once she sucked in a breath, holding when she should have exhaled. He let out the breath for her,
"I'm in love with you... And I know you know that..."
"Damon, I—"
"And because of it, Gillian confronted you. Because of it, you were the only human in a room with the most dangerous creatures to walk our Earth." He stepped forward, "I can't just let this to go on." He said, shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head.
"Damon—"
"No. No matter how hard I try, I will never be able to keep you safe. You have to go."
She rolled her eyes, "What? No!"
He stepped forward, "Y/N—"
"I'm not going anywhere. Leaving Mystic Falls, leaving you..." Her voice trembled past her lips. Y/N shook her head, "It won't stop him." She whispered, stepping forward as he did. "Damon, I..." She said, reaching for his shoulders. Her fingers reached his soft shirt, so easily she could reach for his strong cheek. "You know this is right... It has been right,"
He shook his head, frowning, "No, no..."
"Yes, Damon-"
"No, you deserve better than... Than THIS!" He exclaimed, hands flying up to hers and pulling them from his shoulders, blue eyes widening with a disturb. "I need to protect you, and this is the only way." His striking brows pulled together, but still his hands rested between them, around hers.
For a moment they stood in utter silence, faces of affection, tenderness and longing matching one and another, and she for a moment wondered just how fast her heart was beating. Surely the vampire standing but inches away heard every beat, heard the craving in the body before him.
His fingers grazed the girls cheek, friendly upon her soft skin no matter his words. With his thumb he touch her bottom lip, eyes fixed so desperately where he wanted to plant a kiss. And this time with intention. With a lust and ardour so profound only an act as that could convey. Every part of her he wanted to touch, to be consumed by her very being.  "I shouldn't..." He whispered, lifting her chin, and too her eyes stayed on his, breath trembling past her lips. She felt a pull toward him. Like it took every part of her being to stop herself from stepping only a few inches closer, pressing her lips to his.
"But I have to..." He said, barely audible and eyes stuck on her lips. Damon leaned forward, capturing her hungrily, a predator against his long sought prey. Sparks of oranges and reds flashed behind her eyes as she felt him against her. She relaxed into his touch, it was so right, she took no time to think as his tongue swiped her lip.
And it was more than at Katherine's estate. It was more than the lust flying through his hands as he pushed her up against that door, kissing her almost as desperately as he did right then.
With her palms she pulled at his shirt, stretching the fabric from his chest and pulling the man closer. He was so warm, and so big. Towering over her like utter safety and protection. And unlike she wished, it was Y/N that pulled away, though for but a moment.
"You can't..." She sighed, shaking her head and flicking her eyes closed. She leaned her head down for a moment before feeling his hands cradle her cheeks, guiding her eyes back to his.
"Tell me," His searched hers, darting quickly and curiously.
"If you do this... Everything changes... You can't leave again," she whispered, brows knitting together as she reached for his wrists.
He said nothing at first, only planting a few kisses upon her lips then her chin then her cheek before he did finally speak. "Never." He kissed her again, "Even if I wanted to." His hands dropped, squeezing at her hips and walking the two of them backwards, pushing her flush against the wall. Their tongues slid against one another smoothly as his hands slid slowly up her form. He squeezed at her waist, palms firm and keeping her where he wanted. Even as she tried arching away from the wall, trying so pointlessly to feel him against her, the man was strong. Too strong. He held her there, lips sucking faint marks into her soft skin.
When suddenly the man stopped. With a sigh he pulled away from her neck, sliding his tongue along his lower lip as he scanned her face. His thumb reached for her lip, swiping it once before he spoke. "Do you want this?" He asked.
And while she appreciated the ask, she wanted nothing more than to feel him fuck her the way he looked at her.
So she nodded, "Yes," she said, taking in a breath, "I want you to fuck me." She whispered, earning a smile tugging at his lips.
Quite quick with what she asked, it seemed, Damon turned them around and walked her backward a few steps. Surely, she'd feel the bed under her, him on top....
Quicker than she knew he spun her around, grabbing at her hips and pulling her back against him before she could drop down anywhere.
"Ah," She let out a sigh, peering over her shoulder and feeling his hard chest flush with her.
He knew exactly what to do.
So she let her eyes flutter closed as his big hands slid down her arms and wrapped around her wrist. She let him bring her arms to her chest, holding them there while he took away one hand. One he'd use to pull the hair from her neck.
He sucked kisses along her shoulder, moving up torturously, "You're so good to me..." He whispered, kissing just under her ear.
Her knees could shake if she let them, hoping the hand that held her wrists to her chest was strong enough to hold her up. She'd do anything for him to have his way with her. Indeed after he pressed his growing length against her, intimidating and obscene. The hand holding her hair away grazed downward, soft through her too-big shirt, until he pressed his palm flat on her lower back. He spun her back toward him, letting go of the hand holding her wrists, and instead taking hold of her upper arms.
He pulled her lips to his, letting his fingers reach for her chin softly.
She stepped back onto her bed, on her knees and let him follow her, palms firm atop his shoulders, pulling him closer and quickly.
And he seemed as eager as her, reaching for her cheeks and drawing her near, capturing her lips with such ardency.
"Get on your back," he ordered between sloppy, wet kisses, barely moving his hands from Y/N for her to do what he asked.
Breathless, she followed instructions, glancing behind her shoulder before her back kissed her soft sheets. He didn't meet her down there for a few moments, blue eyes of maya darker than she recognised and flooded entirely with lust and crave.
So she reached her arm upwards slightly, wanting him atop of her, only thinking of how heavy he would feel, how safe.
And he took her hand, lacing his fingers with hers before leaning down, stretching that arm she offered above her head.
He settled perfectly above her, holding himself up impressively and tasting her slower and longer.
Her knees brushed his waist, and he rolled his hips slightly. His still growing length pushed against her sex so perfectly, Y/N couldn't help the whimper escaping her lips.
But he tore himself away and held himself up, strong, with his left arm as he studied her face again. "You want this?" he asked, tracing the side of her face with his index,
"Touch me, Damon." She whispered and at once he hummed, stamping his lips upon her again. His hands moved down her body familiarly, like he'd touched her just so many times before then. A man—a vampire, who knew entirely what the girl wanted.  The same hands she knew could be blamed for unsightly misdeeds, to her felt so gentle and kind.
And the man did touch her. His palm flattened firm, sliding down her belly, reaching her heat. Her chest brushed against his, arching up at his touch. The thin cloth between them feeling like so little, yet so hindering. He would see all of her this night, and the thought sent naught but fire through her body.
But too quickly he pulled his hand away, instead bunching the fabric at her chest, pulling her up with him.
Y/N did as instructed, letting his fingers tug at the hem of her old shirt... Helping him pull it off. Everything moved so slowly before her. Feeling everything Damon did for her, to her, with her, a memory she knew she would think of long past this night.
He tossed her shirt over the foot of the bed, forgotten, before impatiently pushing her back down and reaching for her shorts. Hungry, he seemed, ready to take her like he must have with so many others. She pushed away the thought.
Then once more his lips were on hers. Bare legs and belly craving his skin upon hers. With some reluctance she took her hands from his strong jaw and cheeks and she reached down for his shirt. With his bare chest upon hers he pressed himself hard against her, hand squeezing at her waist and kisses messy along her jaw.
"Mmm..." A moan pushed past her lips, eyes fluttering closed as she rocked her hips with his. "Fuck, Damon..." She sighed, palms flat against his chest, sliding up into his hair. He hummed, lips stuck on her, sucking sweet nothings upon her neck that would be gone by morning. "You have a condom?" She asked, already out of breath, "shit, do we even need one?"
"Vampires can't contract anything or procreate," he said between marks, "but I got one if you want it," he said, pulling lightly at the skin on her neck.
She let out a sigh at his touch, at his words, and perhaps unlike she thought, "I don't care. I need you to fuck me..." She said.
At that his hand relaxed at her waist, starting what she asked. But, not quite.
She let him touch her through her panties for a moment, teasing her, but then...
"No..." She spoke, shaking her head once. He looked up at her with haste. "I wanna feel you." She said just above a whisper, peeling her eyes from his and studying the rest of the stunning face above her. Lips parted, making not a sound but sharp exhales, his bottom lip sucking in as she spoke.
"I don't wanna hurt you." He raised his brows once, pulling at the strap of her underwear and letting it snap back down upon her soft skin.
"Mm!" She sucked in a breath, thinking of naught but just him. "I want you inside me right now." She said, lifting a leg and wrapping it over his hip, "Please..." She let out a breath.
His eyes travelled around her face, down her neck and to her chest. He raised his hand back to her cheek, letting his thumb swipe across her lips before he spoke. "Fuck..." She could barely hear it, but it sent jolts to her core.
He did what she asked, what she near begged, and he kneeled above her. Looking down, eyes taking in every inch of her, his fingers messed with his belt.
And before she could stop herself she sat up too. Her hands reached for his, wanting to undress him with her own fingers.
Perhaps feeling him could wait. If only she would taste him first.
It was but his boxers between them, and as her fingers curled behind the waistband she gazed up at him. Licking her lips slightly as she looked down, meeting his impressive size.
Indeed not that she'd expect anything less. For a moment she looked at his length, imagining him inside of her, fucking her however he wanted.
"Can I?" She asked, looking back up, bottom lip sucked between her teeth.
"Baby, you don't gotta ask," he said, thumb swiping her cheek again, a touch she was growing fond of.
The girl took no time, flattening her tongue on her palm and reaching for him. Soft and wet she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, moving up once then back down. Through her lashes she looked up at him, watching his eyes flutter closed. Arching her back, letting him see the best of her, she leaned her head closer. Tongue flat, and with pressure, she licked a stripe up his hard form.
"Mmm, fuck ," he let out a shaky breath, eyes squeezing shut. Her tongue played with his tip for a moment, before taking him in fully. Slowly she went further, then back up, a pace well-timed and steady. Her head twisted with her movements, letting her tongue do most of the work as she bobbed up and down slow and torturous. As she went back down, further than she had, his hands pressed just above her temples.
And for just a moment he held her there, around him, a deep groan slipping from his tongue before he pushed her off with a pop sounding in each set of ears. With quickness he pulled her face to his, planting a kiss on her lips before tossing her back down to the bed. Her back flopped upon her sheets, a gasp sounding from her at his power, at his strength.
He nodded down at her, "Take them off." He ordered, and she did what she was told.
She slipped her panties down, and around her ankles he finished the job for her, tugging them off impatiently, roughly, before taking hold of her legs.
Hands hooked under he calves, he pulled her closer. She bit back another gasp, sex hot and throbbing at his force.
But then, things seemed to stop.
Slower, like before, everything played out in front of her. She watched as his hands caressed her knees, travelling down her thighs while his gaze fixed everywhere at once. She watched as he reached down and took hold of himself, tapping his cock against her swollen clit.
"Mm..." She whimpered, hands bunching up her sheets, tight in her grasp. Damon reached beside her, holding himself up as he guided himself in.
And it was then she understood what exactly he meant when he said he didn't want to hurt her.
Her thighs tensed, shaking as his tip stretched her.
"Oh, fuck..." She whispered, brows pulling together. With a wince, her palm flew to his chest, flattening against him.
He stopped where he was. "You good?" He was already breathless, bringing his other arm up, and propping it nearly above her head.
She nodded, saying nothing, but her palm still touched him.
"Speak, angel..." He said, leaning down stamping a kiss on the corner of her lips.
A breath flew past her, "Keep going."
And he didn't hesitate. She felt his cock throb inside her as he moved again, just as slow, just as thrilling.
His head dropped slightly, grazing against the crook of her shoulder as he pushed himself deeper.
He buried himself inside her, pushing as deep he could feeling every one of her gasps and her whimpers around him. He throbbed inside of her, so desperate to pull out and ram himself back in...
But no.
With her he would take his time.
And she just felt so good. Her back arched as he worked further, his hips against the back of her thighs fully seated. She sighed, eyes closed and reaching her fingers atop his strong shoulders. His lip tugged into a small smile and he grabbed her hand, pushing it above her head.
But the man didn't move. Hips against hers, his tip brushed against her spot so teasingly.
Her eyes fluttered clothes, feeling him inside her, tightening around him. And it was then he pushed himself impossibly deep inside her, she didn't think there was any more of him.
Her mouth fell to an O and he couldn't help himself. He pulled out fast, earning a sharp gasp, before slowly he pushed himself back in. "Oh fuck," he sighed, "you feel so good..."
His words shot fire throughout her, but he didn't move.
So she rolled her hips slightly, back arching as his cock filled her every angle.
And for barely a second she caught a smirk playing on his lips at her movements, before he pulled himself out entirely and slammed himself back in.
She didn't have time to stifle any yelp rolling from her tongue, any swears she'd yell or any 'Damon's' she'd scream. And for how long he fucked her, she didn't know. Ramming into her mercilessly, blinding her with a pleasure that had but dangled before her eyes for too long.
It was only when Damon himself began growing tired, thrusts loosing pattern. Her hips were sore, wide for him for such time, a layer of sweat clung to her like a second layer of skin.
The only time she didn't mind sweating.
With tired, worn words, "I'm yours, Damon," she whispered, brows pulling together, and fingers reaching his cheek.
"You're mine?" He barely asked, tone like he already knew.
"Yours." She said.
"Again." He said low, that rough pace returning once more. But she didn't at first, his tip slamming perfectly inside her each time, "Say it." He ordered this time,
"Oh fuck, Damon, I'm yours," she gasped, "I'm yours, I'm yours..." She sighed, legs tightening around him.
"Mm," he groaned, speed growing. Tears stung her eyes at his exhilarating pace, she wished it would never end. And it seemed like he wouldn't,
"Oh fuck..." She moaned, ears going fuzzy and eyes squeezing shut, "fuck, Damon, keep going... Right there," she nodded, waves of heat flooding throughout her body. And he did, slamming his cock into a tingle ready to shatter any second. And his pace slowed, only slightly, to be replaced by pounds. He rammed himself in her, hard and rough, right where she wanted. "I'm gonna come," she managed to speak, brows aching from their furrow, "fuck, Damon, I'm gonna come!" She said, heading pressing into the bed.
"Come, baby, come..." He spoke low and smooth, keeping his hips steady and fucking her through her climax.
White flooded her vision, little stars forming behind her eyes. Her ears went fuzzy, a ringing from somewhere. Naught but shaky moans and whimpers trembled past her lips, thighs tightening around him. But he kept going, working her through it. She felt so much light, so much energy, it was overwhelming. She felt like she could cry–and it would be nothing but tears of joy and excitement and just love .
He slowed himself as she sighed, thrusts growing sloppy, rhythm unclear.
But he rammed himself in again.
Once, then twice, then finally he stayed there. Impossibly deep inside her, cock throbbing at her feel.
He pulled out just in time, ropes of white shooting across her stomach, painting her exquisitely.  The man's neck relaxed, eyes fluttering closed as he looked upward. Only for a moment, his hands reaching for her knees still propped up.
And with a final sigh he looked down at her, eyes lightening at the piece he'd created below.
A girl sweaty and worn by him, wearing him gracefully as she caught her breath.
"Towel?"
"Bottom drawer under the sink," she nodded to her bathroom, and with a final scan of Y/N he pushed himself from her and went for that towel. A smile crept on her face as he disappeared into her bathroom, ears still buzzing and an elation erupting within her.
Finally, he returned back, kneeling before Y/N again and swiping the parts of him near touching her sheets. He took his time cleaning her up, getting every spot, she noticed he'd brought two towels, the second considerably more cooled than the first.
"I need the bathroom," she sighed as he tossed the two soiled rags into her hamper.
She took her time in there, aching smile unstopping upon her lips. Face flushed, lips plump and neck littered with stray love bites.
She sucked in her bottom lip at the thought, raising her fingers to each spot. Each spot Damon's lips had been.
She and Damon just had sex.
Y/N covered her mouth, stifling a laugh, before shaking her head and pushing the door open.
And perhaps the quickest she had ever thunk, the idea of Damon not being there when she returned flashed before her eyes.
But still the man rested in her room, sat upon her bed and clad only in his boxers.
Y/N turned for her closet, "Honestly," she started, slipping on new underwear, and pulling a fresh shirt over her head.
"Hm?"
"I thought you were gonna come in me."
He let out a chuckle, "You consented to non-protected sex, not a creampie," he shrugged, his verbiage pulling a laugh from Y/N's belly.
She kneeled onto the bed, moving to him.
And he reached for her, placing his hands at her hips and letting her sit on his lap. A smile, soft and and sweet, lightened her face as she watched him study her delicate visage, just... Looking at her.
Every part of her. How her legs straddled him perfectly, how her shirt hung from her shoulders. Those small marks he sucked into her neck, light enough to disappear by morning, and of course her perfect face.
"I'm sorry..." His brows pulled together, hand reaching for her cheeks.
For a moment, his words brought up a question, she tilted he head slightly, eyes narrowing as she thought of what exactly he apologised for. As if the past month hadn't taken up so much of her mind, feelings grown wild and uncertain at the constant wondering where he was.
But she took a breath as the familiar ache of disappointment threatened to sever any prosper.
"I..." He shook his head eyes darting down then back up, "I can't believe I did that." He said, hand falling back down, wrapping his arounds hers. He squeezed her hands lightly, "will you forgive me?"
A small smile pulled the corner of her mouth and squeezed his hands back, raising them up and pressing light kisses to his knuckles, "I forgive you, Damon." She started, pulling her hands away and reaching for his traps instead.
Her fingers travelled up to his hair as she leaned forward for him, butterflies as powerful as before jumping up her chest while she left a kiss softly upon his lips. "Because I love you too," she whispered again his lips, stamping one, two, three more before sitting back up. "And because of that I have a lot more room for forgiveness," she shrugged, earning a soft smile across his lips and a glint within his bright eyes. "I wanna hear about what you were up to, but... Tomorrow." She sighed, "Right now I'd much rather watch a movie," she said, leaning for the remote on her nightstand then pushing herself from his lap, flopping to his side. He smirked, too relaxing further in her bed, liking whatever she put on.