Outfit Kink Oneshots

Formal - Damon Salvatore x Reader

Warning/s: Use of the word sl*t

Your P.O.V.
I hum softly as I make my way up the stairs. The party noise slowly dies down behind me. It's getting late anyway, people will be leaving soon.

My hips slowly sway as I casually walk down the corridor, looking for a specific room. I roll my shoulders back as I hum.

"Should be nearby." My voice is soft and I soon reach the door I'm looking for. A small smile plays across my face as I open the door, stepping inside.

Here we are.

I close the door behind me. Then I go into the side bathroom, glancing at myself in the mirror. This will all be messed up tonight.

I wash my hands and examine myself once again. Should I touch up just for fun? Take my hair down? Undress? Hmm. I wave off the ideas and go back into the room, met with just the sight I was waiting for.

"Hello, darling." I pause, doing my best to not break character.

"Hello." I broke. A slight smile plays at my lips. I receive a raised eyebrow. Time to play character two then.

"You're really going to just follow a lady around like this?" I'm met with narrowed eyes. Someone doesn't find this entertaining.

"How did you know?" I lean against the doorway, the split in my dress pushing up my hips a bit more.

"Who do you think let you in here?" More distaste.

"My brother did." I click my tongue.

"Well, he certainly did." This is when that piece clicks for him.

"Why'd you do it?" My smile widens oh so slightly.

"You didn't hear the chatter?" The look I receive gives me a no.

"I know they were talking about me out there. I don't come to parties dressed like this." He scans my body. I watch a slight flicker of amusement cross his eyes. We're making progress.

"You wore this for me?" I cross my arms.

"Yes." Full grin. He's enjoying this now.

"You know what I am?" I roll my eyes.

"What do you think?" I push myself off the doorway, inching in closer. He leans back.

"So, what do you intend to do now that I'm here?" I hum softly, pulling out the things holding my hair up.

"Did I mistake you for the type to assume dominance?" He stands, walking toward me.

"No, you didn't." Just before he gets to me, I casually move around him, sitting on the bed.

"Then get on with it." I look at him, eyes sparkling with amusement as he turns. We lock eyes.

"Well, Damon?" His eyes flicker with interest before it darkens. Damon is suddenly in front of me. My dress is ripped down the front. I stare down at my now exposed breasts. I hum.

I do little to help him shed off the rest of my dress as I wait for him. I'm left in nothing, but Damon is the exact opposite. I frown, displeased with this.

"What's wrong baby girl?" . . .nothing anymore-

"You're wearing too much." That works too. Damon chuckles.

"Of course. I'll fix that for you." Quickly, he's in nothing but a tie. Huh? I'm pushed back onto the bed. I move myself back as Damon crawls toward me. This is one hell of a sight. I sit up slightly just as Damon pulls me up some more.

"Let's make this interesting." Before I can ask, my hands are tied behind my back with Damon's tie. Ah. So that's why he kept it. I look up at him, slowly losing patience in this game.

My legs are spread open and I groan softly as Damon's hand goes to immediately rub me. Finally, a man who knows where the clit is at. It's about damn time.

"How much prep do you think you need?" I eye him.

"None." Damon raises a brow.

"None?" I huff softly.

"Did you think this was my first-time sweetheart?" Damon gives me a grin.

"Well, I'm not sure what I was expecting, but you are certainly more interesting than I thought." My head tilts back slightly as he adds more pressure.

"I guess I'll just spend my time teasing you then." I nearly scowl but am quickly cut off by fingers inside of me. I melt back, spending the next however fucking long it is getting played with. As if two orgasms weren't enough for this man, he just kept going.

Oh, and I should mention, I gave him permission to bite so who knows how much blood has been taken so far, but I'm definitely not gonna have enough left if he keeps fucking making me wait.

"Oh my god. Either you have no game or you're enjoying yourself too much." I think I pissed him off. I arch as Damon slams right into me.

"Is that what you were wanting slut?" My voice strains.

"Yes." I keep my cocky tone. Damon softly growls. He has yet to figure me out I assume. My legs are shoved back before my boobs are absolutely manhandled by him as he draws blood once again.

I wonder how many bite marks are littered across me right now. Add hickies to that too.

By the end of the night I've got nearly no clear skin, I'm probably low on blood, cum filled, and dirty. Bleh. I look up at Damon, well doesn't he just seem to be looking fine.

"You just aren't breakable are you?" I wink.

"Can't break a girl with daddy and mommy issues." Damon rolls his eyes.

"Should've known with you begging me to choke you." I stick my tongue out at him.

"Aren't you going to be a gentleman and help a lady collect herself?" Damon huffs, pulling out of me.

"I'm tempted to leave you like this." I hum.

"I'll be unaffected either way." Damon takes my hand, pulling me up to him. I leak cum down my legs. That feels so weird.

"I'm sure we can do more in the shower." I'm going to pass out at this rate. I can't protest though, I'm very interested to see how he'll handle this next bit.