AN: Hey guys! So, this idea kind of just popped into my head. It's basically just one big pile of smut, so if you don't like it, then don't read it. I'm pretty sure that this is just going to stay a one shot.
Also, I love writing fanfiction, but I never really have any good ideas. If someone wanted to leave me a prompt in the reviews, or even in PM, I would love that. I'll even give you credit for your idea.
Disclaimer: The characters from the fic are not mine, they belong to the CW.
She's still couldn't explain how she'd gotten herself into this situation, how she'd allowed this to happen to herself.
Something about him just made her lose all her self-control, made her not want to care about any of the consequences that could come along with doing something like this. The old Elena would never had let things get this far, get this heated before she would've run away to write her feelings about in her journal. She couldn't understand why she wasn't doing the things she'd normally do, why he made her act this crazy.
Maybe she shouldn't have had that first drink. She'd always been curious as to why he enjoyed his Bourbon so much, and once she'd had that first sip, it was almost as if she'd been compelled to finish the glass. That glass had soon been replaced by another, until she couldn't remember how many she'd had. She supposed it had been a lot, considering her present situation.
She'd been starring into the fireplace that always seemed to be lit, even when no one was home, thinking about how she went wrong. She was trying to find what was missing in her life, trying to figure out what was wrong with her for the people she'd cared about to always leave, or be taken from her.
That's when he'd showed up, clearly also having had too much to drink by his almost sluggish way of walking into the house through the front door. Some ugly waitress was practically draped over him, probably feeling special since a man a good looking as him had taken interest in her for about two seconds. This made Elena's blood boil. She found herself wanting to be the only one that he showed this kind of attention too.
Without giving it a second thought, she threw her glass, still half full with his Bourbon, towards the fireplace. At the sound of the glass shattering into a million tiny fragments, she saw him turn his head towards her, sending her a curious look. He gave a short sigh before turning to face the waitress. She still couldn't understand for the life of her, why this was bothering her so much.
Elena wanted to scream out in frustration, right until she heard him compelling the waitress to stay still and not to talk until he told she'd been told otherwise. Elena sent her best glare towards the waitress, and if looks could kill, that waitress would probably have dropped dead, not that she would've cared.
The tension in the foyer could most likely have been cut through with a knife, and it seemed to thicken as he slowly made his way over to her, that infuriating yet infamous smirk plastered onto his face.
"What's the matter Elena?" He'd asked, her name effortlessly rolling off his tongue in an almost sinful manner.
She took a few moments to come up with a response. "Why is that whore here?" She ended up asking, trying hard not to snap and end up snapping that girl's neck in half.
"I was hungry, figured I'd have some fun." He shrugged, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. She knew that he was baiting her, testing to waters to see if he could get a rise out of her. If that's what he wanted, he had no clue what was about to hit him.
"Really Damon? What exactly are you trying to prove here?" She said, starring deep into his cerulean blue eyes, trying to find something, anything that would help her understand this mystery of a man.
"If you have a problem with it Elena-" He started saying, the amusement evident in his eyes "Then tell me right now, and I'll send her home."
"This isn't some kind of joke! You can't just bring someone here, and do what you want without her having her free will!" She said, hoping to mask the reason she was really upset with the entire situation.
"Something tells me that that isn't the real reason that you're upset, and that you aren't being completely honest with me. That's not very nice now is it?" He teased her, the smirk once again returning to his lips. She wanted to smack that smirk right off his lips, and so she did. She slapped him with everything she had and thought that it was worth seeing the shocked expression he was now showcasing across his face, his hand now covering where hers had hit.
"Lacy, you need to leave, now." He called out, his eyes filling with rage, yet never breaking contact with Elena's. She barely noticed the sound of the girl getting up and leaving until she heard the front door slam, and a very pissed of Lacy storming away.
Elena now noticed how dry her throat had gotten, and tried to swallow. It wouldn't work. He'd taken a step closer to her, making her start to regret slapping him, even though in the moment she'd honestly thought that he'd deserved it.
"Was that really necessary Elena? You just ruined what could have been a very pleasurable night." He spoke lowly, his blue eyes a few shades darker than usual, showing that he was none too happy towards her.
"You're doing this to hurt me." She nearly whispered, showing a part of the reason as to why she was this upset with him.
"I'm the one hurting you? You just slapped me across the face, and that wasn't using human strength. You wanted to hurt me." He accused her. She broke the eye contact for a moment, to look down. He'd been right, and they both knew it. "You where jealous that I gave two seconds of attention to someone who isn't the precious Elena Gilbert!" His voice was getting louder now, causing her to take a step back. "Get this through your head! The world doesn't revolve around you!" He was fuming now. All the anger over the past rejections where coming to the surface, all the pain she'd caused him over the years, it was all coming back.
"That's not true." She whispered, taking another step back.
"You know damn right that it is. If not Elena, tell me right now why you made me send her home." He nearly spat at her, taking a step to be right in front of her once again.
Elena tried hard to come up with something, anything that she could use to explain to him why she reacted that way to him bringing someone home. She could try to blame it on the alcohol, but she knew that she hadn't had enough to make her lose that much control. She could try to blame it on her still newly magnified emotions, but he wouldn't believe her.
In fact, she was very jealous that he'd even considered bringing another person into his bed after he'd claimed to be in love with her. She'd thought that they'd been closer than that. She then realized that this was probably what he felt the few times she stayed the night when she'd been with Stefan, his brother. She suddenly felt horrible for all the things she'd done to him, but once again, that had soon been replaced with rage.
He'd been with a number of people in the time that he'd known her, and he'd always seemed to try and flaunt it in her face, to try and get a rise out of her. The only part that she couldn't explain was why it worked this time, and what that meant that she now felt towards him.
"You would've done the same thing." She replied, baling her fists into fists.
"Damn right I would've." He said, taking another step towards her. He was standing so close to her that he was looking down at her.
"Then how is it any different! Why are you so mad at me?!" She yelled at him, finding it harder and harder to keep a grip on her emotions.
"I'm mad because you're too thick to admit that you have feelings for me!" He yelled back just as loud.
There it was, the elephant in the room. Her eyes widened slightly, as did his, but moments later they'd both regained their composures.
"No, I don't." She whispered, almost too quiet but she knew that he'd heard her.
He threw his hands up into the air taking a deep breath, and then ran his hands through his already tasseled hair. "Damn it Elena! Why can't you just admit it?"
"Because if I admit it, what does that say about me!?" She yelled at the top of her lungs, finally bursting. His eyes widened and she'd instantly regretted that little piece of information that she'd just let out.
"It says that you're not afraid of going after what you want, of doing what you want to please yourself and not worrying about what everyone else expects from you." He said, looking deeply into her eyes.
"You don't get it! I can't do that!" She yelled, taking a few more steps back in attempt to dissipate the tension that was still thickening in the room. With a loud thump her back hit the wall, and she realized that she didn't have any more room to back away from him.
"Why not?" He asked, once again closing the distance between them. She tried to ignore the tension, but it was becoming almost unbearable. She knew that she was close to snapping, and she figured that he knew that as well.
"Because that's not who I am! That's not how I act. I can't just have everything that I want!" She bellowed out, needing to catch her breath after. She heard his hands slamming into the wall behind her, causing her to jump. He pushed his body against hers, pinning her against the wall. She couldn't bring herself to move. He lowered his head and whispered into her ear
"You're a vampire Elena, you need to learn to take what you want." Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his lips brush against her ear as he spoke. All her earlier rage was now turning into something else, and she felt it with him as well.
"It's not that simple. This is wrong" She whispered, placing her hands onto his chest, fully intending on pushing him away, however she couldn't bring herself to push him away when he softly bit onto her ear lobe with blunt teeth. She did everything in her power not to show how his touch was actually affecting her.
"Does this feel wrong?" He mumbled against her neck, nipping softly at some of her soft spots, making her close her eyes and lean her head against the wall. She felt his smirk against her skin, only now it affected her in a completely different way.
She felt him press his lowed half against her own, causing her to bite hard into her lip to keep herself from moaning out loud.
He backed his head away enough to look her in the eye. What she saw was what terrified her the most. There was so much love, lust and a touch of fear, that she stood frozen against the wall getting lost in his eyes.
"What do you want Elena?" He said softly now, waiting for her to make the next move. She knew that whatever she chose next would change their relationship either for better or for worse. She took a deep breath, in hopes of clearing her head.
"I want…" She looked straight into his eyes "You. I need you Damon."
She took a moment to register the joy she found within his eyes, before crashing her lips onto his. She poured herself into the kiss, all the fear, frustration, lust, need, that she'd felt since she'd met him surfacing in one of the most earth shattering kisses she'd ever experienced.
She felt him grab her hands and pin them above her head, effectively holding her in place. Once they both needed air, Damon broke the kiss and started placing soft kisses mixed with nips along her jaw, and down the soft skin of her neck. This time she didn't bother holding in her moan, as he made her feel things she'd never felt before.
With his free hand, he explored every inch of exposed skin, starting at her fingertips and working his way down along her arm, caressing the soft swell of her breast and bringing his hand around her side, pulling her closer to him, pinning her hips against his hardening length. She let out yet another length that made his blood rush straight south.
She taped into her vampire strength in order to free her hand, and then pulled him back up to her mouth for another kiss. She couldn't get enough of him. She pushed him backward, never breaking the kiss. She pushed him until they both stumbled over the arm of the couch, landing with a thump. Damon back up to make himself more comfortable, and pulled Elena by her ass until she was straddling his lap.
Elena pushed him down until he was lying flat on the couch, ripping his shirt open sending buttons flying everywhere. Neither of them cared that it was an expensive shirt. All Damon could think about was how amazing Elena's lips felt against every inch of newly exposed skin, and how he never wanted to forget what was happening right now.
He also sat back and watched as Elena peeled away her tight little V-neck shirt, exposing inch after inch of her glorious smoothed skin. Once her shirt was completely removed, she threw it in a corner of the room, and ran a hand threw her hair almost nervously.
Damon pulled himself up and cupped her cheeks, pulling her down to meet his lips. He felt her grind her hips against his own, and groaned in pleasure. This woman would surely be the death of him.
He moved his hands to grab her hips, and rolled them harder over his denim clad erection. Her moan only spurred him onto repeating the action, both getting lost in the pleasure.
Needing to feel more of her, Damon ripped her bra right through the middle, exposing her glorious breast. The offending fabric fell into a heap on the floor. Damon grabbed the sensitive flesh in her breast in the palm of his hand, her nipple instantly hardening against his hand. He kneaded her right breast, to left one being enveloped by his mouth.
Elena threw her head back in pleasure, bracing herself on his thighs as Damon continued to play with her breast. A loud moan escaped her lips as he pinched her nipples, sending a wave of pleasure lower south. Not wanting to neglect her other breast, Damon moved his mouth over to the other one, his hand replacing where his mouth had just been.
She grinded herself harder over his erection, trying to bring herself even more pleasure. With his free hand, Damon undid the button on her jeans, but quickly lost his patience with them, and ended up ripping them to pull them off her legs.
When Damon caught sight of her black lacy panties, he'd felt himself grow harder if that was even possible. He quickly undid the button of his own pants and pushed them down as far as they could go, sending his erection springing upwards.
Elena moaned at the sight of his hard length. She brought her hand towards him and wrapped it around his shaft. She pumped it a few times, spreading his pre cum along the length of it.
She felt his hands along her lower abdomen, making their way south. Damon pushes his hand under her panties, running his middle finger along her slit, only to find her soaking wet. He pushed that finger inside her causing Elena to gasp in pleasure, and groaned as he felt the tight wet heat clutch onto his finger. He pushed another finger inside her and started pumping his fingers in and out of her core. She sped her movements on his length, and rolled her hips against his fingers in order to give herself even more pleasure.
He pulled his fingers out of her core and brought them over to his lips, tasting her for the first time. He licked his fingers until they were clean, and then used that hand to rip her panties from her body. Damon examined her naked body for a few moments, she was beautiful. Her body was beginning to slicken with sweat, the scent of her arousal was filling the air, and her expression was one of pure bliss. Damon pulled her in for another kiss, and she moaned as she tasted herself on Damon's tongue.
"Damon, I need you inside me." She moaned out.
She lifted her hips, and he aligned his erection with her core. They looked into each other's eyes before Elena slammed herself down onto Damon's length. She moaned as he stretched her inner muscles, filling her to the brim and hitting spots inside her that no one else had ever done.
She lifted herself slightly only to slam back down onto him once again, rolling her hips to increase the pleasure. Their moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin where soon filling the room. Damon met her thrust from thrust, bringing each other closer and closer to the edge.
"Damon!" She moaned out as they both increased their pace.
"You're so tight Lena." Damon groaned, before flipping them over using his vampire speed. He threw one of her legs over the back to the couch to open her wider, throwing the other over his shoulder. He held her hand back over her head, and began to pound into her. Damon pounded into Elena at a near inhuman speed, Elena meeting him thrust for thrust.
"I'm almost there." She moaned out. Damon brought his other hand down and started rubbing circle around her clit, causing her to cry out. A few thrusts later, Elena came hard, screaming his name at the top of her lungs, her walls convulsing around his member. Damon came moment later, equally shouting her name, spilling his seed into her.
He pulled out of her and released her hands, leaning on his elbows to keep from crushing her into the couch with his body. He leant close and whispered into her ear, that infamous smirk once again on his lips.
"You can get mad at me anytime if that could happen again."
Elena still couldn't understand how things had gotten to this point, but one thing was for sure, she didn't regret it one bit.
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