You and Damon have been friends for a while now. You didn't want to admit it to yourself but you had the biggest crush on him. However, since he was always around Elena, you assumed he was into her. In fact, he was always mean and moody around you. For weeks now you would have awkward encounters with him where you two would be left alone, and he would do that thing with his eyes that you loved so much. Unfortunately, you didn't have the guts to tell him about your feeling due to fear of rejection.

"Okay Elena, I'll be there." You said through the phone as you got inside your car. Elena just called you to let you know there was an urgent meeting at the boarding house regarding Katherine.

As you walked into Damon and Stefan's home, you noticed you were the first one to arrive among your group of friends. Spotting Damon across the living room, you held in the sudden urge to smile. You didn't want to make it known that you were happy you guys were alone, even if it was for a few brief moments.

"Want a drink?" Damon asked, smirking as he held up a glass of bourbon. He had been drinking all morning. The sudden return of Katherine had been incredibly rough on him and all he could do to wipe off all his confusion was drink.

Walking towards him, you shook your head to say no. "God Damon.. What is that? Your fifth or sixth drink this morning?" You let out a sigh of frustration as you stared at him with soft eyes. You cared about him, more than you wanted to. You didn't want him pining over some girl that was never worth his time to begin with. "How drunk can you even be? Your shirt isn't buttoned properly." You let out a small giggle and pointed towards his shirt.

"My apologies, I didn't know you were the alcohol police," Damon said sarcastically as he tried unbuttoning his shirt but failed miserably. Looking down at you, he asked, "Care to help me Y/N?"

To joke around with him, you let out a sigh of annoyance. "Ugh Damon, what would you do without me?" You focused your shaky hands on his shirt and began unbuttoning it. God, he was perfect. He didn't have a single scar on his torso and all you wanted to do was run your hands all over him.

"Are you enjoying the view?" He asked huskily as he put his hands on your hips, bringing you closer to him. He leaned in slowly, his eyes full of lust and hunger. "You know.. If you wanted to see me naked, you could have asked a long time ago." He whispered, your lips only inches apart.

You bit your lip, your fingers involuntarily brushing against his perfect skin. He shivered, feeling your touch and gripped you harder. You were so close to his lips, you could smell the bourbon. Would it be terrible taking advantage of a drunk vampire?

Damon brought up a hand to cup your chin and he rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip. "Don't bite it, there's other useful things that mouth of yours could do.." He mumbled, leaning down as if he was about to kiss you.

Before he could kiss you, you pulled away and frowned. "No Damon, you're drunk. I'm not going to do this with you when you're in love with someone else." Your eyes looked at the ground as you said this, you didn't have the strength to look him in the eyes.

"What are you talking about Y/N? Are you talking about Katherine?" He asked, putting a finger under your chin and lifting your face up so he could search for the answers in your eyes. You nodded, unable to look away. He was mesmerizing and you couldn't help feeling butterflies with the way he kept looking at you. "I don't have feelings for her anymore. I got over that bitch the second I walked into town again.. Actually, it was around the same time I met you."

You scoffed, not believing a single word he was saying. "Damon, you're always mean to me. You act like you don't even want me around at all." You pushed his hand away and turned around. You didn't want to look at him anymore – you couldn't.

"Because you're a God damn distraction Y/N! It takes every single fiber of my body not to rip off your jugular and suck you dry." He reached out for you again, this time, he wrapped his arms around you from the back. He trailed his nose up and down your neck. "You smell so fucking good.. I just want a little taste.." He whispered, trailing kisses down the side of your neck.

You whimpered, you knew you should be scared but you weren't. You were turned on and all you wanted was to feel his lips over every single inch of your body. You didn't just want him, you needed him. "Damon- Don't-" You moaned, feeling him suck on your weak spot. You felt the heat between your legs- fuck you were wet.

Abruptly, Damon turned you around and crashed his lips to yours. His hands fisted in your hair as his mouth hungrily kissed you back. You didn't push him away, you wanted this as much as he did. You felt his tongue brush against your lip, begging for access. You granted it, parting your lips ever so slightly as your arms wrapped themselves around his neck. His tongue slipped in your mouth, exploring every single corner as his hands cupped your ass, squeezing it hard.

"Da-mon-" You moaned out as he lifted you up, your legs wrapping around him so perfectly. He set you down on the table, his groin rubbing against yours. He let out a growl, feeling you rub yourself just as hard against him. You kissed down his chin, down to his neck, and bit down on his skin, which earned a moan from him.

As you both continued kissing, you heard an awkward cough behind you and stopped. Damon rested his forehead against yours, both of you were breathing heavily. "I totally called it! I knew you two were hooking up!" A chirpy Caroline yelled, her hands clapping together.