Square Filled: Damon Salvatore x Reader, Biting Kink for
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Pairing: Damon Salvatore x fem!Reader
Word Count: 6443
Rating: explicit, 18+ only
Summary: After a break-up, all Y/N wants to do is hit the club with her best friend Damon. When a potential hook-up doesn't know the word "no," Damon steps in to protect his girl.
Tags/Warnings: TW: harassment (almost sexual assault, but not from damon), SMUT, so much smut, biting kink (duh), sir kink, oral sex (fem receiving), damon is super protective, friends to lovers kinda vibe, unprotected sex, breeding kink (kinda? but he's a vampire so he can't procreate anyway, cum kink maybe instead), fluff, a lil angst
A/N: I know, I know, why finish this before the sequels to roller coaster kinda rush and drunk in love? but I promise you, this was in the works before those were even thoughts. big, big thank you to my lovely for beta-ing three times because I can't do anything without motivation. hope you enjoy!
The music was loud, and it was hot and stuffy inside the club. The crowded dance floor didn't always seem like a welcoming place, but tonight, you didn't want to be anywhere else.
You swung your hips to the music and reached behind you to place your hand on the neck of the beautiful, raven-haired man who held you tightly in his arms. Damon's fingertips pressed harshly into your hips, grinding and pulling you against his front, while the fog made the lights swirl around you.
You ran your fingers through his hair, wondering if he'd let you pull on it right here. Looking back on the previous events of the night, you kinda thought he might let you do anything you wanted.
You'd convinced him to come with you tonight, and you suspect he'd only agreed to ensure nothing bad happened to you while you partied. Damon was your best friend and nothing more, though he always was very protective of you.
It was typical of him to come between you and everyone who tried to speak to you, but sometimes it was really irritating. The whole reason you'd gone out tonight was to distract yourself from your toxic asshole of an ex.
He'd texted you earlier today, wanting to get back together with you, to which you responded by promptly blocking him. Then, he'd texted you from a different number, which you also blocked. The whole thing was exhausting, and you really wanted to just move on with your life. Which brought you to the club.
You'd say you hadn't come to the club looking for a hookup, but then again, maybe you had. After all, nothing had stopped you from allowing a few random men to buy you drinks, not even the warning glares from your vampire companion. It wouldn't hurt to scare off the very memory of your last relationship, right? You honestly didn't want to remember a single bit of it. As far as you were concerned, even the "good" parts weren't good if they had him in it.
Once you'd arrived at the club, it had become clear to you that Damon hadn't gotten the memo on your plan. After he'd scared off the third man who'd asked you to dance with his narrowed brows and hard eyes, you'd been so exasperated that you grabbed the hand of the next man who'd approached and dragged him onto the dance floor, without giving Damon a chance to interfere and ruin your fun again.
Your new dancing partner was tall and definitely not bad looking. You might go so far as to call him handsome even. He had dark hair styled exactly the way you liked it and pretty eyes, too. There was something about his smile though that seemed off to you. You chalked it up to leftover feelings from your last ex.
