Damon Salvatore Imagines!✔️

0.5 SMUT WARNING

You scrolled through your phone, keeping yourself company as you got bored by the second. You were in Damon's bed rolling around looking for a comfortable position, which is quite hard since, to you, a comfortable position is you laid across Damon's chest or something. You heard a knock on the door and you tilted your head back, dangling on the edge of the bed to see who it is. The door opened and Stefan poked his head in.

"(Y/n), you busy– oh." He said, looking at you sprawled on the bed, face looking like death. You licked your lips and nodded slightly. "Yeah, no." You said, clicking your tongue. "So, where's Damon..." You asked. "He's still in New Orleans." He answered, leaning against the door frame. "You sure Klaus hasn't killed him?" You joked and he chuckled. "I don't think so. You two are still texting so..." He trailed.

"Where you headed?" You asked. "I'm headed over to Elena's." He answered. "Wanna come with?" He asked. "Are you staying the night?" You asked and he nodded. You groaned. "No then." You mumbled. "(Y/n), you've been cooped up in this house for days. Go out and have some fun." He said. "Stef, you're definition of fun is very different from my definition of fun." You pointed out. "Yes, because your fun is like Damon's fun. It's called being reckless." He said and you gave him a bitch face.

He chuckled and just waved, leaving you alone for the night.

You heard his car start and you stood up and made your way to the kitchen to at least eat anything, you were human after all, well not completely, but it gets the point across. You were eating cereal for dinner, because why the fuck not. You grumbled, hating you're all alone. Damon's been gone for a week, it's not necessarily the longest time you two have been apart but it's been pretty damn long since you've seen his majestic cocky face, that smirk that made you fall for him, that personality you just downright love.

The worst part about Damon not being with you is that you'll have to rely on yourself to feel good. With Damon, it's pretty much second nature that you two are always getting it on without a word uttered. Just one look to him, he immediately gets driven by lust and arousal towards you. You sighed, walking back to his bedroom, that you have made your new home after you got saved by Damon a little over two years ago, which was when you and he had started dating as well.

Soon, enough, your hands had other ideas and you began to trail them down your body. You mind likes to wander and with the your hands brushing against your heated soft skin, your thoughts went straight to Damon, imagining him, his hands on you if he was there with you, his husky velvet voice breathing against your ear, his piercing blue eyes ravishing you, his lips against your lips and skin, all of him focused on you.

"Damon." You let out a moan.

You were engulfed in your own small world as your hand slipped under your pyjama shorts and your panties, your fingers against your core. You teased yourself, rubbing small slow circles against your clit, constantly moaning Damon's name along with other small noises. You parted your legs wider, closing your eyes to concentrate on yourself. You were wet and it was only because you had thought about how sex usually went with Damon on a daily basis.

How he makes you scream as he pounded into you, his cock buried deep in your aching pussy. "Fuck, Damon." You breathed, your finger teasing your entrance. You easily slipped your finger into you, stretching your walls. Soon enough, your were imagining Damon's thick fingers inside of you. You added another digit, massaging your walls then you curled them towards your g-spot.

Your breathing got deeper, your moans louder, your eyes shutting tighter, pleasure slowly but surely building in your lower abdomen. You were so focused you didn't even hear the door open, or the guy that leaned on the door frame, watching you touch yourself intimately.