🥃🩸Damon Salvatore Imagines🩸🥃

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Imagine: Damon confesses his feelings for you.
Warnings: sexual content.

Your POV:

You were sitting in a quaint little coffee shop in mystic falls.
You have lived here for a little over 2 years.
Everything was hectic and broad for you. All the time.
Being friends with supernaturals was a hard thing to come to terms with, but you did so rather quickly.
You sipped at your coffee, hearing the faint modern jazz music play in the background. This was the first human experience you had in a while.
Or it seemed that way.
With a ding of a bell, a customer came in. One after the other.
Then Damon.
Stefan Salvatore's brother. Bonnie Bennett's best friend. Jeremy Gilbert's enemy. And your crush.
You two have been friends ever since you moved here and you have always fancied Damon. You'd have to be a fool not to.
He was arrogant at times but you couldn't help but to develop feelings for him.
He was indeed charming. His voice, smooth. His jaw, sharply defined. His eyes, a radiant blue that would put any ocean to shame.
He was perfect.
You caught yourself daydreaming about him sometimes and internally yelled at your mind not to.
Both of your eyes connected as Damon made his way to you.
"Didn't think I'd see you here."
He chuckled, sliding in the booth next to you and you laugh back at him.
"Damon, I'm here every Friday evening. You know that."
You couldn't hide the small blush in your cheeks as he rolled his eyes at you.
The waitress appeared from thin air to his side. Her eyes lit up and she stared at him like a child would a toy, behind a glass window.
"What can I get you, sir?"
She bit at her lip and flirted with her golden brown eyes.
Jealousy bubbled inside of you but you buried it quickly.
Her hand placed itself on his shoulder.
"Black..please."
He never gets something interesting. Always black coffee. No cream. No sugar. Nothing.
"So like your soul?"
You gave out a laugh, leaning towards him and he smirked at you.
"Technically, you're not wrong."
He looked up at the bleached blonde woman and gave her a nod.
She replaced her smile with a snarl when she looked at you. Like a damn dog.
Then she was off in the kitchen.
You glared at her as she walked all the way back to the place she came from.
"(Y/n)"
Damon snapped you out of your stare down with the woman.
He had the biggest smirk upon his face and it made you worry.
"You're jealous."
The smirk turned into a smile of pure joy and he clapped his hands together.
"That's great!"
He started to snicker and laugh. This pissed you off completely.
"I'm not...jealous."
You rubbed your arms and took another sip of your coffee, avoiding eye contact with Damon.
You were dreading the moment you had to face him again.
"Here's your coffee sir, oh my good-"
Hot liquid spilled all over your shirt. Seeping through the cloth quickly, it burned at your skin.
A gasp escaped your lips.
"Ah!"
You winced, pulling at your shirt.
The waitress gave you a snide smile and lost it before Damon could see.
"My bad."
She scoffed at you.
Damon was already on his feet and wasn't too worried about the woman at the time.
"Come on, (y/n). Let's go."
He gently tugged on your arm, leading you out to his vintage blue car.
"Here."
He hid you from view, and gave you his leather jacket to slip on.
He began to also pull at your shirt.
"Damon, I got it."
He nodded and made sure no one else could see you.
Good thing you wore your cute bra today. It was red, and lacy, AND from Victoria's Secret.
You threw off your shirt and slipped on the oversized black coat.
"Thank you."
You shyly looked up at him and he nodded as you tossed the damp shirt into the trunk of the car.
He carefully moved a piece of the leather jacket you were wearing, to the side.
Your skin was super red but no extreme damage was caused.
"She's gonna apologize-"
You could tell how angry he was. He began to rush back in there and do something he would regret tomorrow.
"No, don't. I'm fine."
Your hand was placed in the middle of his chest and you felt how toned he was.
Butterflies danced in your stomach.
"She clearly done it on purpose, (y/n)."
You heard roughness in his voice.
He was very concerned that she must get what she deserves, but you were just tired and you wanted to go home.
You touched his arm and pulled him towards the car.
"She's not worth it, Damon."
He looked back, and walked swiftly up to you.
His hand cupped your face ever so slightly as his eyes burned into you (e/c) ones.
"But you are, (y/n)."
Your heart sped up very quickly as he came in closer.
"You are worth everything."
His thumb ran over your cheek and he pulled you into to his lips.
Your lips moved in perfect sync. It was like you had always dreamed it would be.
You were shocked at what was happening but that didn't stop you from craving him even more.
Your hands moved in his hair. Tugging at the strands as he pressed you against the car.
His lips traced down your neck and your breathing became deeper.
"Maybe...we..shouldn'tdothisinpublic."
You breathed out.
His hand gripped your waist, pulling you in closer.
"Why don't we give them a show."
He bit at your neck.
A smile grew on your face.
His hand began to make its way to your inner thigh.
You bit your lip and released a breath.
"We...can't."
You scratched at his back and his face met with yours.
"You do that again and they'll be no stopping me from ripping all of your clothes off."

He whispered into your ear.
You could feel his hot breath on your neck.
Then he opened the car door.
"We will finish this another time."
You were confused at the moment but you stepped into the vehicle. Seeing his odd expression and all.
It looked as if he just seen a ghost. And this was Damon Salvatore we were talking about. He should be far more scarier than anything out there.
He got into the driver's seat and instantly sped off.
"What was that about?"
You forced a smile.
He kept checking the rear view mirror.
Ignoring you.
"Damon."
He glanced over you and tried to distract himself.
He began to speak. But then closed his lips again. Then parted them once more.
"Have I ever told you how stunning you are?"
You let out a half laugh. Then you looked at him.
"Are you feeling okay?"
You placed the back of your hand to his forehead.
He smiled. "You are though. You're absolutely beautiful."
You paused for a moment and shook your head, smiling but denying it.

"You do realize, I almost fucked you in the parking lot."
This earned a small gasp from you.
It was totally the bra.
He smirked widely and you played his game.
"Too bad you didn't."
You bit at your lip and the thought of having him inside you.
You eyed Damon up and down, and his hand found your inner thigh.
"That can be arranged."
This man was driving you crazy.
Absolutely mad.
You moved around in the passenger's seat.
Whatever was worrying Damon, didn't seem relevant now.
He was a whole lot less tense.
"I like you, you know."
He narrowed his eyes towards you and looked back to the road.
"I hope so, I mean if you didn't like me, we wouldn't be in a car right now together... this close and everything. And also, we-"

He stopped the car and kissed you, it was full of passion and it was sweet.

"Please please please shut me up like that from now on."
You giggled, and he moved a piece of hair from your eyes.
His hand found its way back to your thigh as he drove off.

"It would be my pleasure."

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