Damon Salvatore One Shots

SMUT: Bite Me

I was reading on the sofa by the fire in the Salvatore Boarding House when Damon walked in. I had learnt that Damon was a vampire a couple of weeks ago when I followed him to find out why he would leave every couple of hours and then come back. I caught him drinking from a blood bag. Ever since then, he hadn't brought it up and I hadn't seen the veins under his eyes or his fangs again.

Damon walked over to me, plucked the book from my hands, placing on the table by the sofa before taking my face in both of his hands, leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on my lips, smiling slightly. When he broke the kiss, he sat down on the sofa and pulled me against him so I was laying across his body.

'What was that for?' I asked, smiling softly at him, nuzzling into his shirt.

'I had a crap day. Elena still thinks that Stefan is able to be saved,' he said, sighing into my hair.

'You don't know that. The Stefan we know might still be in there somewhere.'

'Not you too,' he groaned, 'I don't want to talk about Stefan anymore, come here,' he said as he turned my head to kiss him.

He sighed into the kiss and I moved my body to straddle his, all the while he was deepening the kiss, his tongue running along my lips until I parted them, allowing his tongue to flick into my mouth. He sat up straighter, his mouth pressing against mine harder as I wrapped my legs around his waist, his then picking me up and speeding up to his room, throwing me down onto the bed. He crawled up my body and let the entirety of his weight rest on top of my body, essentially pinning me to the bed. His kisses started to trail down my neck and shoulders. He paused at neck, pressing his nose against it for a while before controlling himself and moving down.

Before I knew it, Damon had used his vampire speed to rid us both of our clothing.

'Much better,' he whispered when his lips had reached my ear, lightly biting, causing shivers to wrack my body. Keeping his head in my neck, he quickly thrust into me without any warning and set up a brutal pace that had short breaths being forced out of me with every thrust and I could feel again hear his heavy, deep pants in my ear.

'Bite me,' I whispered, not knowing where it came from.

Damon stopped his thrusts, still remaining inside of me as he moved his head to look at me.

'What?' He whispered.

'Damon, I want you to bite me.'

'(Y/N), I can't,' he said almost dismissively although I could I hear a sense of longing underneath his tone.

'Yes you can, you don't scare me Damon. I want you to do this.'

(Y/N), I'm not sure I'd be able to stop.'

'I know you will. I know you love me enough that you wouldn't hurt me and that you'll stop.'

The next time he looked at me, I could see determination in his eyes. He leaned back down to my neck and kissed the skin between my neck and my shoulder.

'I love you so fucking much,' he mumbled against my skin before I felt the tips of his fangs graze my neck before I felt them press down gently until they had pierced my skin. I arched my back as the feeling of Damon's brutal thrusts and the feeling of his lips on my neck overwhelmed me as I came around his cock. Damon's lips sucked harder as his hip stilled as I felt his cock spurt inside of me.

His fangs left my neck and he looked into my eyes; his eyes were full of love as he stared down at me, my blood at the corners of his mouth. I leaned up to press my lips to his, the taste of my blood flooding my mouth. Damon gasped into the kiss, surprised that I was so accepting of what he was.

When he broke the kiss, he rolled to lay down next to me, his eyes not leaving my face, trying to gage my reaction. I reached up and touched the bite mark he had left on my neck.

'That will heal much quicker if you drank my blood,' he said, biting into his wrist and offering it to me.

'No,' I said, pushing his wrist away, 'I kind of want to keep it, show people that I belong to you.'

'Well that's because you do belong to me,' he said, grabbing me and pulling me close.

'You have to promise me not to hide from me anymore. I love you no matter what and the fact that you're a vampire doesn't change that, okay?'

He looked at me with an expression of absolute adoration. He leaned in and gave me a quick peck on the cheek and moved a strand of hair behind my ear, holding me close.

'I am the luckiest vampire in the world,' he joked.

That was the last thing I heard before sleep took the both of us.