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katiecross · 3 years ago

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So. I just remembered I wrote this and then promptly ADHD forgot about it because I didn’t know how to continue the story…but reading it again I kinda like how it ends 😅

I wrote this probably 4-5 months ago, I’ve never shared anything I’ve written before sooo be kind please? 😳

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Author’s Notes: So I’m rewatching TVP, but I’m stuck in bed dizzy af due to my citalopram detox and can’t even watch TV. I love smutty lemon fanfics so I thought I would try my hand at one, tbh I probably won’t even post it haha

Summary: I guess I should decide who’s in this, Damon obvs...but Reader or Elena 🤔 Actually POV is Elena, fixes that! My inspiration is Just Friends by Virginia To Vegas, and I think it would fit in well with TVD S1E11. The first half or so of the story is TVD S1E11 with some flare, after that it’s all me!

Word Count: I would add this, but I’m on my phone and it’s not letting me select the whole shebang. 💔

Warnings: I do not own TVD or the characters. I also don’t own the Virginia To Vegas song 🤪 Also, not my gif 😅

Disclaimer: Sexual tension, smut, you know...the good stuff!

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The Vampire Diaries: Bloodlines, Season 1, Episode 11

(**Dialog from the episode is in italics**)

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Damon pulls off the road and puts his charger in park. “Where are we? You brought me to a bar? It’s 10 am Damon...” He climbs out the drivers door.

I climb out as well, but can’t help but argue “I’m not old enough. They’re not going to let me in...”.

“Sure they will.” He smirks, closing his door and nodding his head towards the bar. I close mine and roll my eyes, he’s probably going to compel them. I sigh as he disappears inside, what does he have planned...

I take a few quick steps to catch up, as my eyes adjust to the dim indoor lighting I see Damon is almost at the bar and the bar tender is hopping over it. She saunters over to him. “My honey pie.” She says before planting a kiss on him. Um...Who is this woman?! She’s taller than Damon!

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“Listen up, everybody.” Bree called raising up a bottle of tequila “Here’s to the man that broke my heart, crushed my soul, destroyed my life, and ruined any and all chances of happiness.” She placed freshly filled shot glasses in front of us. “Drink up!” Bree smiled as Damon drank his, before she threw her’s down the hatch.

Damon grabbed the one in front of me and drank it before I could even process what was happening. He waggles his eyebrows at me with a smirk, I can’t help but smile.

“So,” Bree asks, “How’d he rope you in?” Damon rested his head in his hand, seemingly interested in your answer.

“I’m not roped in.” I reply, “Actually I am...” wait, that’s not right... “I was?” Is that right either? “Dating his—“

Bree interrupted, saving me from my awkward struggle. “Oh honey, if you’re not roped, you’re whipped.” She smiled. “Either way, just enjoy the ride!”

“Uh, okay.” How does one reply to that?! “So how did you two meet?”

Bree chuckled “College.”

I look at Damon, surprise all over my face. “You went to college?” I laugh.

Damon replies “I’ve been ON a college campus, yes.” His eyebrows pop up for a second before taking another shot of tequila.

“About 20 years ago,” Bree continued “when I was a sweet young freshman I met this beautiful man and I fell in love.” Damon? Dating? In love? I feel a smile creep across my face. “And then he told me about his little secret, made me love him even more. Cause see I had a little secret of my own that I was dying to share with somebody.” Bree paused.

Damon beat her to the punch as he leaned over and whispered to me “She’s a witch.”

“You changed my world.” Bree reminisced.

“I rocked your world.” Damon said with a cocky tone.

Bree laughed, turning to me “He is good in the sack, isn’t he?” She winked. I could feel my ears and cheeks turning red, as heat pooled there. Bree didn’t seem to notice. “But mostly, he’s just a walk-away Joe.” She downed another shot before turning and walking away herself. She firmly placed her shot class on the counter. “So.” Turning back to Damon. “What DO you want?”

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I stop pacing and hung up my phone as I lean against Damon’s car. I hate lying to Jenna, but I have to keep her safe from all of this stuff. My phone rings again, keeping me from dwelling on my mess of a life for too long. I look at the caller-id. Ugh. It’s Stefan. So much for Damon getting me away from it all.

I huff, the one who is supposed to be distracting me from MY life is inside talking to his ex. Well, I might as well answer this time, I’ve been ignoring his calls for the last day.

“Elena? Is that you?”

“I’m here.” I can’t help but purse my lips, I wonder what his explication will be.

“Where are you?”

“You LIED.” The accusation came out way harsher than I thought it would. How could he. I can feel the anger boiling up.

“Not until I explain, please.” He begged.

“So, you didn’t lie?”

“Just tell me where you are so I can come get you.”

“I look just like her. Is that why you want to be with me? It’s so wrong Stefan.”

“Please, let me come get you and explain.”

“No Stefan. We’re over, just leave me alone, I can’t do this. You just want Katherine.”

“Listen” I end the call before he can continue, why did I answer it in the first place?

My phone rings again, almost immediately. Stefan. I hit ignore and struggle with the urge to throw it. I need that distraction I was promised. I turn around swiftly and bump right into Damon. My stomach drops, how long has he been standing there?

“Hey, you okay?”

“Don’t pretend to care.” I brood. “I know you’re gloating inside.” I say it, knowing it’s not true. Concern clearly in his eyes.

“Ouch.” He put a hand on his heart, “And here I thought we’d become friends.” He offered his other hand to me. “Come on, let’s go forget.” I hesitate but place my hand in his. Damon turns on his heel, resting our hands on his shoulder as he leads me back into the Bree’s Bar.

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“Let’s just say that I am descended from Katherine. Does that make me part Vampire?” I nibble on a fry from the plate we’re sharing.

Damon shakes his head, he’s sitting beside me at the bar and is so close I can almost feel the motion. “Vampires can’t procreate. But we love to try.” He smiles coyly at me. I can feel a blush creeping up my cheeks again, my heart pounds.

Clearly Damon can hear it, he chuckles. Why does he love to tease me like this? He poked my nose with a fry. “No. If you were related that would mean Katherine has a child before she was turned.”

“Did Stefan think that he could use me to replace her?” I could feel the anger creeping up again. How could he have done this, he had to have known all of this pain he’d cause me. The chef dropped off our burgers.

“Kind of creepy if you ask me.” Damon declared as I angrily removed the pickles from my burger. “Come on, what? You don’t like pickles? What’s wrong with you?” He scooped up the pickles off the edge of my plate, adding them to his burger.

His random display of humanity caught me off guard and I laughed. “How can you even eat, if technically...” I leaned in and dropped my voice to a whisper “you’re supposed to be...?”

Damon looked around dramatically sarcastic, and leaned in before whispering “Dead?” His eyes shifting back and forth scanning faces. “It’s not such a bad word. As long as I keep a healthy diet of blood in my system my body functions pretty normally.” He chomped another fry with a big smile, getting another chuckle from me.

His expression turned mischievous “We enjoy eating a lot of things actually.” His eyes ever so slightly shifted downwards as his tongue flicked out a little, moistening his lip before running his teeth over his lower lip. I had to look away. His innuendo was not lost on me, my heart pounding. The desire racing though me pooling deep in my gut.

Damons crooked smile stretched across his face, but I barely even noticed. My mind wandered back to two nights ago with Stefan, before I left him and ran away, before Damon rescued me from that strange vampire. Stefan hadn’t even pushed past second base, I had wanted to go further but he had been nervous. Was it because I wasn’t Katherine? Maybe I wouldn’t live up to her memory in bed? Damon had returned to his burger, but he was watching me out of the corner of his eye. I wonder what emotions were playing across my face.

Bree brought a new beer over for Damon. “I’ll have one too” I declare.

Damon who was about to take a swig from his stops, eyeballing me. “Hmmm?” My eyes catch his, and the desire radiates again. This time his eyes burn back.

“Time out, remember? For five minutes. Well that five minutes is gonna need a beer.” I cross my arms, as if it could somehow hide my involuntary feelings from a being who could literally hear the racing of my heart.

“There you go.” Bree places it on the bar and continues on to other customers. I sigh and pick it up. Damon shrugs and clinks our bottles. We both take a drink.

“This nice act, is any of it real?” I ask as Damon sizes up his burger. He looks over at me, gives me a little up and down glance before mumbling Mm-hm as he took a big bite from his burger. I raise my eyebrows, unsure if I can trust him.

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It was only 3 o’clock but Bree confiscated Damon’s keys. “You know I could just talk them from you right?” Damon asked, with a bit of a slur in his voice.

“You could, but you won’t cause you know I’m right.” He huffed. We maaaay have had a few more drinks with our lunch. I gave up trying to keep pace with Damon, so I was mostly just buzzed. I was drinking to try and ease the desire I’d been feeling, but honestly the booze has just amplified it. “Come on,” Bree said, helping me get Damon to his feet. “Your cab is here. Go have a nap and sleep this off.”

I slung Damon’s arm over my shoulder and supported him as we made our way to the cab. Bree held the door open as we poured into the back seat. “Take them to the place up the street to the hotel.” She instructed the driver.

“Bree, you know I’ll be fine in a few. My body just burns through this stuff.” Damon said, lifting his head from the window and leaning across me so he could she her face. He was so close, I looked up at the roof, and forced my breathing to be calm and steady.

“Yeah, but until then I don’t want you scaring off my afternoon crowed.” She said coyly.

Damon whispered to Bree, possibly thinking I wouldn’t be able to hear him? Even though his head was in my lap. “Don’t do this, I can’t trust myself. She doesn’t really want this, we’re just friends.”

Bree crouched down and whispered back to him “Are you sure?”. Righting herself she winked at me “Good luck.” Bree laughed as she closed the cab door and patted the roof twice.

Damon reached for the door handle but couldn’t find it. I tried to focus my brain, but all I wanted to do was pet his hair. Touch his face. Kiss his...NO! This is Damon, my friend. Just my friend. I tried to breathe. He manages to sit up, his eyes searching mine, I can hear my heart pounding in my ears.

“Elena.” He whispers. My name on his lips sends vibrations of desire radiating through me. His breathing is heavy, laboured. “Your body is telling me things, things I’ve been trying to ignore all afternoon.” He moved in closer, holding my face in his hand my skin tingling with the contact. “I can’t ignore it anymore, it’s screaming at me. I need you to tell me that your body is lying. I know this can’t be what you really want, but all the signs are there.” He’s so close now that I can feel the breath of his words on my skin. “Am I mistaken?”

I can’t even bring myself to speak, my heart feels like it’s coming out of my chest, I can feel it in the back of my throat. I lick my lips, and he lets out a low needy growl. “Come on Elena, I need to know.” I place my hands on his chest, I don’t know if I’m going to push him away or run my hands up around his neck and pull him in. He freezes at my touch, I don’t even think he’s breathing anymore. Before I can make up my mind the cab stops in front of a hotel. Oh god Bree.

Damon let his hands gently fall from my face so he could pay the driver, as he leans to pull the wallet out of his back pocked my eyes settle on the front of his jeans straining against his member that is now thrust in my direction. Everything in me wanted to reach out and touch it, if only I was so brave, but before I knew it Damon’s wallet had be released and behind was fully back on the seat, his coat and arm doing a decent job hiding his erection. Not that I was looking for it. I flushed, because who am I kidding…I was. I should have been braver, touched him, felt him firm and resilient in my hand.

My door opened, I hadn’t even realized Damon had gotten out of the car. He offered me his had and whispered urgently “You better hurry before I take you right here.” I felt my blood rush out of my limbs. Oh god. I need him. I took his had, he helped me from the cab before bring his other arm around and pressing me against him. My breath caught in my throat. His eyes caught mine. “I know we are ‘just friends’, but your body is telling me another story.” He paused as his erection pulsed against me. “I can’t ignore it anymore.” He leaned in, dark veins appearing around his his eyes, his lips just a breath away from mine. “I’m going to kiss you now Elena.” He whispered.

This time I didn’t hesitate, my arms came up between us in an instant, his eyes widened with surprise, but only for a moment as my hands tangled into his hair he growled and his lips came down on mine with such urgency my knees buckled. He held me up, firmly pressed against him. His teeth gripped my bottom lip producing a hungry moan I’d never heard before leave my body before. “Damon” I gasped, his tongue teasing me, “I need you” I whispered.

In a moment, his mouth was gone, before I could protest and demand his lips return he swept my legs out from under me. I shrieked with delight, making Damon laugh as he walked towards the motel. “I don’t think you would enjoy me ripping your clothes off in the middle of the street.” He murmured in my ear.

The desired radiated through me. “At this point, you might be surprised.” I whispered back. He groaned and quickened his pace.

In the lobby he gently let my feet fall to the floor. “Think you can stand?” His lips tickling my neck with his words. My chest heaved against him, and he nibbled my ear.

“Not if you keep doing that.” I sighed, making him chuckle. He turned to head to the desk, but I put my hand on his chest. He glanced back. “I didn’t say stop.”

Damons eye’s flashed and he grinned mischievously. “I could keep doing that, or you could have something better in a moment.” He lifted my palm off his chest and kissed it, sending tingles down my arm. All I could do was chew on my lip and nod. Damon continued to the desk where the hotel clerk was pretending not to notice, the heat between us.

Before I could chicken out I quietly walked up behind Damon, I could see his body become more rigid as I approached. The clerk was busy talking with Damon as she clicked through the menus on her computer. Of course Damon could hear me coming, but it was fun stalking this vampire. I ran my hands along his shoulders and down his back, slipping under his leather jacket and teasing along the hem of his perfectly fitting jeans. I could tell he was having trouble concentrating on his conversation with the clerk. He kept looking down, running his hand through his hair, saying um…The power I have with my hands have is completely intoxicating. Every moment feeling bolder. Hidden behind the counter I wrap my arms around him, and slide a couple fingers of my hand under the hem of his jeans, he stutters when spelling his last name out for the clerk. I slip in the rest of my fingers, he looks down at my hand. He’s not wearing any underwear, I tickle his pubic hair, his breath catches and stops. He’s leaning heavily onto his elbows on the counter now. There’s no stopping me, emboldened by his response to my touch. My thumb followed my fingers all the way into his jeans, until they find his member stuck pointing down in his tight jeans. I close my hand around him.

Damon gasped dropping his head into his hands. The clerk looked up at him alarmed. Cautiously I help adjust his member into an upright position, but of course not being able to stop there I ran my fingers gently along his length before grabbing him and giving him a couple firm strokes. “Oh fuck!” Damon exclaims under his breath, hands balling into fists, pushing into his eye sockets.

“Are you okay?” The clerk asked hesitantly. She can’t see me behind his bulk, I stifled a giggle, he must look like a crazy person. I decided my hands should continue to wander, and gently cupped his balls.

“Yes,” Damon managed to get out. He opened his hands and dragged them down his face bringing them together like in prayer, still resting on them. “Key.” He gasped as my hand stroked his length again. She handed him the key, blushing at the desire all over his face. “Thank. You.” He sputtered out. I slowly removed my hand from his jeans, allowing him to turn around.

He eyed my devilish grin. “You look awfully proud of yourself.” I twirled and made my way to the elevator and pushed the call button. I could feel him stop close behind me, then his breath on my skin sent visible shivers through my body as he leaned in close and growled “You’ll pay.” Quietly into my ear.

The elevator doors opened and I hopped inside. Damon followed slowly and leaned against the wall across from the array of buttons, lost in thought. “What floor” I asked eagerly when he didn’t push the button himself.

He slowly looked at me, “Sorry,” he smirked “I got distracted plotting my revenge. Top floor.” I stepped towards the panel and hit the number four button. the mirror to my left revealed a smile spreading across my cheeks, I wonder what he has in store for me. The doors were closing when I heard him leave the wall. It only took a second for his left hand to reach around me and take control of my chin, angling my head to the right revealing my neck, as his left hand pulled my hair out of the way before gently sliding down my waist and pulling my pelvis against his erection. Brief panic flooded my veins, there is only one reason a vampire would grab you this way...His lips gently kissed just under my ear, I gasped, or maybe there is another reason...

“Are you ready for my revenge?” His breath tickled my skin officially banning the fear from my system, replacing it with raw need. He took my earlobe between his lips and I couldn’t help but moan.

“What are you going to do to me?” I managed to whisper. Damon released my chin to pull my sweater off my shoulder leaving it bare before settling on my waist just under my breast. He gently let his lips kissed the length of my neck, as far down my shoulder as was bare, licking back along it to take my earlobe in his mouth again.

“I’m going to make you beg for me.” He cooed. Used his right hand he held my pelvis in place as he rubbed himself against me.

Bing. Floor number two.

“This is a much shorter elevator ride than I would prefer, but I’ll have to make due.” Before I could fully comprehend he turned me to face the mirrored wall, I braced against it with my hands, while his left hand swiftly pulled up my shirt, bra and all, revealing my breasts, one of which was now cupped in his hand. He growled hungrily, forcing his right hand down the front of my skinny jeans and into my underwear. My whole body bucked against him, but his strong arms kept me in place.

“My sweet Elena, we’re not even at the torture yet. You’re making this far too easy.” A finger circled my clit, slowly, gently, tantalizingly. I could see his red eyes with the black veins in the mirror, this was torturing him just as much. I couldn’t help but moan. His swirls intensified as his other hand played with my nipple, my breathing was becoming ragged, how was I so close already?!

Bing. Floor number three.

His finger left my clit to run along my swollen slit, my eyes roll back and my legs were shaking. I had to rest my head against him. Damon growled again “Elena, you’re soaked. Is this all for me?”

“Yes” I breathed. How was he having this effect on me? I’ve been to third base before, with Matt and almost Stefan, but never like this. Damon slipped in a finger, just a little causing me thrust against him wanting more. “Damon, please.”

“What do you need Elena?” He purrs, teasing my opening just a little more, adding another finger and sliding them in another knuckle deeper. His thumb begins to tease my clit.

When I don’t answer immediately he begins to slowly pull out his fingers, “I need you Damon.” I answer obediently as my pelvis tries to follow his retreating fingers. “Please.” His fingers keep coming out. “Damon I need you,” I almost yell it “I need you inside me.” Damon is still circling my slit with his fingers. “Please, please!” I beg. He thrusts his fingers in to the end. I scream with pleasure, but then his touch is gone. I manage to lift my head and look into the mirror. He’s leaning casually against the opposite wall licking my juices off his fingers, eyes still red with black veins.

Bing. Floor number four.

The doors open. “Shall we?” He asks motioning to the hallway. My brain is still whirling from his touch, but I manage to stagger out the door and Damon follows sly half smile on his face. “Room 414” he offers. I find a plaque pointing me where I need to go, once I can comprehend what it’s telling me I head off down the hallway.

Damon grabs my arm pulling me back until I’m against him, his mouth is on mine in a heartbeat. I throw my arms around his neck and his hands grab my ass lifting me as if I was nothing more than a feather. My legs grip around his waist as he crashes us into a wall, kissing me fiercely, his mouth attacking mine with an intense hunger. Damon pauses for a moment, glancing at the door beside us while one hand resting holding my rear and the other on my still exposed breast, wait...still exposed? I try and right my shirt. Damon grumbles with annoyance, I can’t decide if it’s at my attempts to cover up or the number on the door. He pulls me off the wall, taking my hand off my shirt and placing my arm back around his neck.

His mouth is on mine again and I grind up against him, as he walks up the hallway, blue eyes scanning the door numbers. Finally he pushes me against the wall next to a door, fumbling in his pockets for the keycard. “Ah fuck” he growls against my lips. Taking both hands off me to search all his pockets. “AH HA!” He exclaims, revealing the white plastic card. He throws the door open.

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