Damon Salvatore Imagines!✔️

0.1 SMUT WARNING

You looked at yourself in the mirror, admiring on how well you did on your outfit choice for Girls Night. You twirled yourself so your back was facing the mirror. Shifting your head to look at the mirror, to see the back if the lovely dress Caroline helped you picked out. 

It wasn't too short nor too long, hugged your curves perfectly. You felt good. You did your final touches on your hair and makeup before heading out the door. 

Once your bag and keys were in your hand, you swung your door open, out to have the time of your life with Caroline, Bonnie and Elena.

However, there was a certain someone blocking your way out. 

"Ah! Y/N I know I'd find you here! Cute little dress." The raven man cheerfully said, a smirk appearing onto his lips. 

"Obviously you would, it's my house." You laughed. "What do you want Damon? I need to get going somewhere." As you motioned towards your outfit. 

You knew the reason why he was here, and you tried every single thing possible to avoid him, not try and make much eye contact as possible. 

"Well you see Y/N, the thing is, you're constantly avoiding me." You were about to protest but he beats you to it. "No, don't give me 'I've been busy.' crap, that's such an overused excuse, sweetheart." His voice was stern, serious for his answer. "Tell me the truth Y/N please, I'm your fucking friend for Christ's sake!" He nearly shouted, eyes wide, inching closer to you. 

You didn't want to tell him why. You knew he would taunt, tease, laugh at your response. You knew he wouldn't feel the same feelings towards you. 

"I don't have to tell you everything Damon, you're not my dad, or my boyfriend. So please, move out of the way." You spat at him. 

Pushing yourself through, though you knew it was no use. You were still just a mortal, whereas he was a hundred and something-year-old vampire; with much experience with his inhuman strength. 

"No." Damon simply spoke. He pushed his way into your home, closing the door behind. He pushed you against the closest wall.

Damon knew compulsion wouldn't work on you ─ with the vervain in your system, you were hundred per cent compulsion free. Even if he had the advantage to get you to spill the truth, he wouldn't. 

He doesn't want you to think of him as the monster everyone says he is. He's different around you, does the right things ─ through with a small twist, making it Damon approved. 

"Please, Y/N." His voice was soft, audible for only to hear.

"I-I can't." You shook your head. You saw he was hurt, his eyes said everything you needed to know. 

Your heart was rapidly beating, scared, nervous on what could happen next. You can either tell him, believing you will have the weight of your shoulders be lifted off and go on with life or lose your best friend, but you also happen to love him ─ at first you thought it was a mere crush that will soon fade away, but your feeling became stronger as you got to know him more, you became closer.

You Love Him. One month, a month of you avoiding him, not telling him the truth ate you alive. His features were painted with pain. 

"Did, I do something wrong?" He raised his voice, making you startled; jumped at the sudden boost of anger in him. Damon backed away, eyes closed; pinching the bridge of his nose, inhaling and exhaling a big breath. 

You stood there in silence, you felt tears uprising, barging their way out, to spill onto your cheeks. The familiar soreness, lump, in your throat arose as you tried to contain yourself.