A/N: This takes place I guess somewhere in season one sans all the drama that is happening during that time. Elena is with Stefan. Contains a sex scene and some Delena fun.
Elena walked into the Salvatore boarding house ready to sneak off to Stefan's bedroom and do some homework while she waited for Stefan to return from hunting. It wasn't a usual Friday night for most girl's Elena's age but it was better then sitting at home alone. At least in a couple of hours she could be in Stefan's loving embrace. Until then she would catch up on some homework.
She quietly continued her way upstairs to Stefan's bedroom when all of a sudden she heard a growl coming from another room. Elena looked towards Damon's bedroom where the door was slightly cracked. Stefan had assured her Damon wouldn't be home, but of course he had to be. It wasn't that Elena didn't like Damon it was that she didn't trust Damon. He was nicer then he led people to believe, even sweet at times. It was what he did that annoyed Elena the most. He used people and compelled them for his amusement and Elena simply just couldn't trust him so she tried to avoid being alone with him at all costs.
Her brain was telling her to keep moving and get as far away from that room as possible but her body was alive with excitement so she crept towards the door as quiet as she could be until she was standing in front of it peering through the slight crack. What Elena saw made her red with embarrassment. There was Damon with his back to the door and a woman bent over in front of him. They were both stark naked and fucking. Elena had to hold her gasp from shock as she watched the two fuck like there was no tomorrow.
The muscles on Damon's back flinched with every movement of his hips, twisting and contorting in the most marvellous of ways. The woman beneath him clutched the covers of the bed as she all but screamed for more. Elena silently wondered if the sex was really that good or if the woman was exaggerating for Damon's pleasure. She didn't get to wonder long because Damon turned around and spotted her instantly. Their eyes locked and Elena panicked. She had been caught watching her boyfriend's brother have sex. Would Damon tell Stefan that she was some kind of weird pervert? It took her a moment to realise that Damon was smirking at her, the same smirk he used to lure girls into his bed, only it was slightly more friendly.
He leant down and said something to the woman beneath him that Elena could not hear. The woman giggled and stood to her feet, Damon grabbed a nearby chair and moved it closer to the door. At this distance Elena had a clear view of everything. Damon sat down on the chair facing Elena, his cock erect and slick with his partner's juices. Elena felt her stomach bubble with warmth at the sight of Damon's naked body. He gestured for the woman to join him, she was all too willing.
The woman sat down slowly on Damon's cock, impaling herself completely with it. She let out an exasperated moan at being filled with Damon's dick. Elena almost felt the pleasure the woman was feeling. She found herself biting her lip to stop from moaning and wringing her hands to stop them from wandering. Damon held onto the woman's hips as she began to ride him, all the while staring directly at Elena with a look in his eyes that Elena had never seen. His perfect blue eyes were clouded over with a dark lust.
"Do you like that?" Damon asked calmly.
The woman who was riding him squealed out yes but Elena knew he wasn't talking to her. He was talking to Elena. Elena gulped hard and nodded her head slowly, her throat feeling all of a sudden dry and wetness pooling between her thighs. His eyes closed for a moment as the woman moved faster, Damon's hips jutting up in random moments to meet her movements. Elena could feel her heart beating against her chest, a pounding so loud she was sure Damon could hear it. The woman on top of him gripped his shoulders as she threw her head over his shoulder, still moaning and squealing like a porn star.
Damon grasped her ass cheeks with a purposeful force and slammed her hard down onto him, eliciting a guttural groan from the woman.
"Touch yourself." He said, a demand and not a question.
Elena wrestled internally with herself, pleading with her brain to leave and retreat to Stefan's room. But it was a lost cause.
"Touch yourself." Damon repeated, a little angrier this time.
The woman shoved her hand between their bodies and reached down to play with herself. But just like before Elena knew he wasn't speaking to the woman on top of him, he was speaking to her. Elena's hand slid down her front and delved into her jeans. She slowly travelled down until she had reached her clit. Damon continued to stare at her while the woman in his room continued to ride him.
"That's it." He encouraged.
Elena finally started to massage herself, pressing and manipulating her clit in such a way that it made her knees weak. She would have never done this for Stefan, she would never stand before him and touch herself like this. Damon was staring at her, watching her intently as she touched herself but she didn't mind. Her fingers slid down her slit until they felt the wetness that had been building, she felt around for a moment, wetting her fingers. Damon nodded at her and that was all she needed. Elena dove a single finger into her pussy, letting out a very quiet gasp that Damon heard. Elena knew he had heard it when she looked up and he was smirking at her.
Damon ordered the woman off him and took his eyes off Elena for a second. He stared at the woman, said something to her and she walked away towards Damon's bathroom. Elena momentarily stopped her actions as she waited for what was to happen next. Was Damon going to grab her and fuck her senseless? Or was he going to close the door on her and pretend this was never happening. Her heart thumped inside her chest as she waited for an indication of what was to happen next. After a few tense seconds Damon wrapped his hand around his own cock and began to stroke it.
It took Elena by surprise and her breath hitched. The scene before her was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. She could have never imagined that watching a man - let alone Damon Salvatore - touch himself would be such a turn on but it was. She dove her finger back inside herself and resumed her actions. Damon grasped the arm of the chair he was sitting in with his free hand. Elena took it as a sign he was enjoying himself so she dove another finger inside herself to try and get the same pleasure out of this. It worked. Elena started to writhe on her own hand, her knees feeling weaker by the minute but she was too horny to let them give out on her.
She mewed in pleasure quietly outside of the door, barely above a whisper but enough for Damon to hear. Every moan spurred him on, his hand became her pussy in his mind, clenching him and riding him into the most blissful pleasure filled state he could imagine. He stared at her through the crack in the door wanting to rush over to her and take her but decided he wouldn't because she might freak out. If this was as good as it got right now, he could live.
Damon tightened his grip on his cock and started pumping himself faster, this let Elena know he was close to his climax. She fingered herself in time to his strokes, imaging his dick replacing her fingers and his hands all over her body. Elena looked up from beneath her heavy lashes and watched as he mouthed the word cum. It made her whole body tingle as she watched his lips formed the word. Holding herself up on the door frame with her free hand Elena violently pumped her fingers inside her, bringing her closer and closer to her release with each thrust. A moment later she was orgasming all over her own hand, her knees finally buckling beneath her.
Elena collapsed to the floor whispering Damon's name. Damon continued to stroke himself and waited for her to look at him again. When she did Damon worked himself until he came to his own release. Elena watched on as cum spurted from his cock, little strings of sperm hitting Damon in the abdomen. It turned Elena on to see it but she was too worn out to go again. As they both came down from their climax Damon walked over to the door and opened it just a fraction more. Elena was slumped on the floor, her breathing almost returned to normal.
"Stefan's home." Damon announced to her before closing the door in her face.
Not a moment later Stefan opened the front door to the boarding house and called out for her.
"Elena!? I'm back!"
She clambered to her feet as quickly as she could and raced to Stefan's bedroom. Lucky for her Stefan didn't like to use his vampire speed to get him places quick. He opened the bedroom door and smiled at the picture of Elena on his bed scribbling in one of her notebooks.
"Having fun?" He asked.
Elena smiled back at him still feeling the effects of her recent orgasm. "Loads." She replied.
A/N: I really don't know how much I like this chapter. When I first wrote it I was actually super psyched about. I mean the idea is great I just don't know how well I executed that one. So to anyone who agrees with me I am deeply sorry.
If anyone has any suggestions of scenes they'd like to see played out I'm definitely open to hearing them :)
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