Imagines [Book Two]

TVD [Damon X Reader]

Imagine Damon teasing you.

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. .

Sitting in the lounge of the Salvatore Boarding House, your knee bounces anxiously as sweat starts to bead at your hairline and slide down the nape of your neck. Your skin is oversensitive and soon enough, the plaid shirt you have atop your tank top is too much to handle. "Sex pollen wasn't supposed to be real!" You whine as you strip out of your top shirt layer.

"So were vampires and witches and werewolves, yet here I stand."

"Shut up, Damon. You have no idea what this feels like." Standing up and pacing in front of the fireplace, you then strip out of your jeans with no care that he's about to see you in your boy shorts.

"Oh yes because being horny is such a hardship." Damon rolls his eyes, but a smirk is playing at the corner of his lips as he watches your every move.

"It is when you're hopelessly single."

"Is that why you're whiny? Why didn't you just say anything," Damon huffs. "I'm always glad to help a friend in need."

When you whirl around, Damon's already shirtless with his belt unbuckled and yanking his pant's zipper down. Your gaze immediately zeroes in on the line of hair that starts just below his navel and disappears down behind the band of his briefs. Subconsciously wetting our bottom lip, your eyes flutter before you're able to shake your head clear and glare at Damon. "Teasing isn't polite, Salvatore."

"Who said I was teasing? If what legend about sex pollen is real, then you'll need someone with a lot of stamina. And vampires, sweetheart, have a lot of stamina."

Your nose wrinkles in distaste as you eye him up and down, even as you pulse between your thighs in anticipation of a good time. Your body is such a traitor. "I think, uh, I think I'll pass."

"Are you sure?" He drawls.

Damon saunters towards you and take a step back for every step forward of his. "Mhmm. Y-Yeah."

"Suit yourself. But you know if we want to get you out of your state of need, then we need another one of your emotions to override it." Before you can fully comprehend what it is he's said, hands grip your shoulders as you suddenly find yourself on your back and with Damon hovering over you. His face has completely shifted and he hisses in your face, fangs full on display. But instead of his attempt to terrify you, it only turns you on even more. So when a whine escapes from the back of your throat and you're desperately rubbing your thighs together for some form of relief, Damon smirks. He inhales deeply and his eyes close in pure bliss. "Really?"

Your face flames. "Shut up!" You then shove his face away so you're not looking directly at his vampiric features. "You don't get to kink shame me."

"I am totally not shaming you, but we are talking about this." Damon wiggles around and you groan as his weight on top of you sends pleasurable tingles up and down your body. When he's finally comfortable, he's maneuvered the both of you so you're on your sides and facing each other, and your right thigh is hooked over his hip. His left hand then trails up and down the bare skin of your thigh, he testing the waters by tracing your panty line. "What is it about my other face that's gotten you so.. wet?"

You groan and let your eyes slide shut. "It's, um, it's the fangs."

"My fangs?"

"Yeah. Smutty supernatural novels completely ruined me. Part of me knows that being bitten is quite painful, but the other part of me believes it's quite.. pleasurable."

"Oh, darling, it can be pleasurable." Damon's fingers leave your thigh only to wind up tucking some loose hair behind your ear. "Why don't you let me take you upstairs and show you just how pleasurable I can make it?"

Taking a moment to actually think about it, you nervously chew on your bottom lip. Can you do this? Can you have a one-off with Damon Salvatore, the vampire who's irrevocably in love with Elena Gilbert? Finally meeting gaze, you know the answer. "Just until the pollen's out of my system. Afterwards, we never speak of this day again."

Damon's smirk widens. "I don't know, Y/N. I can't guarantee you won't want a repeat performance."

Ugh. So arrogant. "You're an arrogant asshole. But you're a hot arrogant asshole, Salvatore. Now shut up, whisk me upstairs, and fuck me."

"Finally! I thought you'd never give me the green light."

From one moment to the next, you go from being on the ground to being pressed up against Damon's bedroom door and your legs wrapped around his waist. His facial features slowly shift as he keeps his gaze on yours and you tighten your thighs around him in response.

You were never going to live this night down.