Song for this:
Song: Bom Bidi Bom by Nick Jonas and Nicki Minaj
This was going to be another True Blood pairing but then I was like this would make great Bamon. The drama keeps me pumped!!! Also I needed more Bonnie as Kinkster content
I wrote this very fast on little sleep so I hope it makes sense! I just wanted to thrust my idea into the world already please DON'T read if you're smut/explicit sex depiction shy. This made ME blush reading it back!
Idk if this will be a one shot or if I will continue it, for now it's a one shot, if I continue I will add more context to the background.
Lunch in one more hour, Damon thought. At least it wasn't busy. And it was a Tuesday so the worst part of the daily rush was in the late morning so the restaurant should remain calm for the rest of his shift. Boring even. The only thing that wasn't boring was the woman in a tunic dress who'd just walked in. She had caramel skin, with green, almond eyes, and a heart shaped face, wearing a grimace as she approached the bar and nodded to Damon. "Hi, can I get a coffee, please? Black, no sugar," she smoothed her soft, brunette curls that were cascading over her shoulders.
"Sure thing," Damon wiped the counter and grabbed a mug, pouring her coffee.
"This any good?"
"Tastes like crap," he leaned his elbows on the counter and noticed her eyes looked red and puffy. "You okay?"
She sniffed and wiped her eyes after she pushed the mug away without so much as a sip. "How much do I owe you?"
Someone was going through it. "It's on the house,"
There, that was his good deed for the day.
She gave him a stone face and grabbed her sunglasses. "Thanks," she said as she hopped off the bar stool.
She didn't look back as she headed towards the door. Damon realized she left her bag on the stool next to hers. "Hey, miss," he called. "You forgot your-"
She ignored him as she strolled out of the exit.
He clicked his tongue as he tossed the rag down and stepped around the bar. "Matt, I'm going on break," he said, tossing his apron on the bar as well.
He grabbed her purse and stalked out of the door in a hurry. Outside, the caramel beauty was heading towards the road on foot.
"Hey, you forgot your purse!" She kept walking until he caught up to her and took her arm. "Hey! What are you doing?"
She looked him up and down, then grabbed her purse. "You got a ride out here?"
"Why?"
"To give me a ride,"
"I'm at work,"
She just looked at him, expectantly.
"Where are you going?"
~~~
The woman claimed she didn't care where they went, as long as it was somewhere peaceful. The most peaceful place Damon could think of was the lake, so that's where he drove her in his Camaro. She wouldn't tell him her name or talk much, though she didn't seem to mind his company. She got out and went to sit down cross legged by the lake shore.
Damon let her be until he heard her sniff again. He silently joined her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She rested her head against his chest and sighed.
"I shouldn't have come back here," she remarked after a soft sigh.
He took her chin between his fingers and gazed down at her. "What's wrong?"
Her eyes were captivated by his, in a moment frozen in time, before they flitted down to his lips. Then she leaned in and kissed him, snaking her arm around his neck. Caught off guard, still, he reciprocated her kiss, pulling her fully into his lap. Her kiss was hungry and passionate, something he wanted to dive deep into.
When they emerged for air, she stood up and held out her hand. He took it and she led him back to his car. Was this leading where he thought it was?
"You got a towel or blanket?" She asked as she opened the door.
He nodded and grabbed a blanket from the trunk. She was beautiful and had a sexy allure, Damon couldn't help being mesmerized into doing what she wanted. If that was possible, he wouldn't have abruptly left work!
"Mind if I put the top down?"
He handed the blanket to the woman who pushed the button to get the roof of the car down. He noticed she removed her underwear as he walked around the front to the driver's side. Oh, it was going down! How was this his life? A mysterious and sexy woman he'd never met was about to rock his world on his lunch break.
She kissed him hungrily as soon as he took his seat, groping the lump in his pants as she linked her arm around his neck.
"Mmm," he moaned and his breathing deepened.
She released him and climbed over the seats into the back, yanking him by his collar. Then she made him lay back as she started kissing down his neck and chest. Her hands worked quickly to unbuckle his pants and free his dick, which she had stimulated to erection. Then she put her hair up in a bun. Looking into his eyes, she kissed and licked the tip, teasing for a few laps before she wrapped her lips around the tip and sucked him into her mouth. His own mouth dropped open in a soft gasp as he'd already been throbbing from her tease.
"Unhh," he moaned as she began sucking him off. Her mouth was incredibly powerful with the sensation she gave him. The sight of her round and bubbly ass up in the air, swaying back and forth while she took him deeper was the cherry on top of her head game. She was enjoying getting him off with her mouth, using both hands as well. When she started deep throating his cock his responses were automatic and involuntary. He grabbed her bun, pushing her down further. Greed was taking over and he was anxious to give her all that she could take of him, since it felt so damn good.
Damon moaned uncontrollably as his senses overrode his logic, lost to the feeling of absolute pleasure. His dick pulsated as he moaned helplessly cumming down her throat. She didn't flinch once, just swallowed him down. His orgasm was lengthy, lasting much longer than usual. Fuck! Who was this girl?
Slowly, she slid her mouth up and off of his dick as his body was coming down from its seize. She opened her mouth to show him her mouth was clear, having swallowed all of his hot and sticky load. "Holy shit,"
She smiled at him, then reached for her underwear.
"What are you doing?" Damon asked as she stepped into them. He intended to plow that pussy. "You don't need those," he sat up and tugged on her panties as she attempted to pull them back up. The woman slapped his hand away.
"Stop that,"
"Fuck! What's your problem?"
She yanked her underwear up quickly. "I just remembered I have somewhere to be,"
The fuck? "I thought you… is this why you asked me to bring me here? So you can suck my soul out of my dick?"
She smirked and hopped over to the front seat. "You liked that, didn't you? How'd it feel?"
"Like the best blow job of my life," In fact, Damon was getting stiff again, just thinking about how hard she made him cum. Why was she trying to leave so suddenly? "Where are you going?"
She issued a coy smile as she grabbed her purse and opened the door. "Gonna take a long walk and think about the things we just did," she said as she faced him, slinging her purse over her shoulder with a sweeter and more genuine smile. "You okay? Can you get up?"
"Of course I can," He scoffed. "I'm fine,"
Her smile widened as her hands floated up to caress his cheek. "Yeah you are. Fine as hell," the look she now gave was identical to the one she seared into his eyes when she slipped his throbbing cock into her mouth.
His confidence melted away like the snow in sunlight and he licked his lips. The desire to kiss her was about to overwhelm him. "You're so fucking beautif-"
She scoffed and then stepped back, out of his reach as she rolled her eyes. His growing hard on was headed towards a slow and agonizing death.
Then suddenly her coy smile returned. "Maybe I'll see you again," she turned around slowly, swiveling her head last so that their eye contact lingered. She gave a small wave before she completely turned away. She walked off into the sunset, leaving Damon in awe.
~~~
When Damon walked back into work, nearly forty minutes later, Ric was pissed. The restaurant was full, a drastic change from when he'd left.
"Where you been, Damon? I got Matt practically having a meltdown holding down the bar and the kitchen while I bus these tables!" He nearly shouted.
Damon narrowed his eyes in his signature squint. "I had an emergency, it wasn't even busy when I left,"
Ric just glared.
"My grandpa had to go to um- but then my aunt went and got him a- anyways, the point is, he's fine now,"
Ric just thrust a tray in his arms. "Get these to table 5 and get back behind the bar,"
Damon took the tray to table 5. Three people were seated, a pair of bronze complected, possibly mother-son duo, and a pale and a perky blond who he recognized as an occasional customer at The Grille.
"She'll be here," the blond assured her companions. "With the baby,"
"Mhmm, we'll see," the older woman chided. "We haven't heard shit bout that babe in years, I'm telling you, she ain't got it,"
"We don't know that, Auntie," the male said. He and the blond thanked Damon as he put their plates down.
"You're very welcome, is there anything else I can have your server bring?"
"Some sugar free syrup," the male said as the older woman fixed a languid glare on Damon.
Then she scoffed and turned her attention to the blond who was expectantly peering out of the window. "I'm telling you, she flaked,"
"You don't know my sister like I do," the blond said, shaking her head.
Damon twirled the tray under his hand and headed back towards the kitchen, stacking the tray by the window. It was good the restaurant was so busy since it required a lot more focus. If not for that, his mind would only wander to the encounter he had with the strange and sexy woman from the bar.
~~~
When he got home that night, Damon's housemates were arguing loudly in their room, until they heard the front door close. Stefan came out of the room and gave him a head nod. "Hey brother. She's kinda tipsy right now,"
Damon rolled his eyes. "I'll be in my room with my bourbon,"
Elena Gilbert. The girlfriend to his younger brother Stefan, as well as hopeless attention whore. Everytime she was drunk, she craved attention from anyone, even if it wasn't Stefan. There had already been a handful of times both Stefan and Damon had to peel her off Damon when she wrapped herself around him, right in front of her man. It was almost like she had a split personality that came out when she was drunk, since it was clear she didn't care for him much when sober.
"No, no, it's cool, we talked and she's gonna be cool. And we invited Rose for a drinking game,"
He groaned. "Now I'll have to keep her from fondling Rose too?"
"She'll be cool dude,"
Things were going well with their drinking game if Never Have I Ever, until Damon relayed his experience that day.
"Never have I ever gotten a mind blowing blow job from a woman half an hour after I met her at the bar," he took a long sip and watched his audience.
Elena burst out laughing while Rose and Stefan each raised their brows. "Details! I need details!" Elena exclaimed.
She continued egging him on as Damon described the most amazing and mysterious blowjob he'd ever had in his life. Rose became visibly uncomfortable, which amused Elena even more. She loved the drama of how they'd briefly dated but remained friends since Damon didn't feel they were rightly matched. Rose was sweet but there was a sort of fire she lacked.
He felt bad then, realizing he'd made her feel inadequate, or worse, she still harbored some attachment to him. It was probably why she kept coming over to be his plus one to ward off the drunken vixen. She left and Stefan took Elena to their bedroom, to give her sleepy time sex since Damon's recanting of his day had her hot and bothered. Given that she was a loud moaner, Damon used those floating sounds to imagine what his mystery girl would sound like when he slid his thick cock deep in her guts. He thought of how good it would feel with her tight walls twitching while his cocked throbbed and pulsed his cum into her.
His hands weren't as satisfying as her throat, of course, though he remembered the look of her eyes as she swallowed him whole. He still had a lot of cum to release.
~~~
Three whole days had passed and Damon was beginning to think the blow job was an illusion along with the woman who administered it, when she walked through the doors of The Mystic Grille again.
She was in a shorter sundress this time, with thong sandals on, and a low ponytail. She walked up to the bar with a big smile.
"Got a minute? Or fifteen?"
He looked at the clock. "Give me like ten minutes,"
She beamed her smile at him. "I'll be waiting by your car,"
She was leaning against his car when he found her outside. "How much time do you have?"
"Fifteen minutes," he crossed his arms, having decided he wasn't going to make this easy for her. "What do you want?"
"I wanna know…" She hooked her finger in his belt loop and tugged him closer. "How fast you think you can make me cum?" She whispered in his ear.
His voice caught in his throat. "Um," he cleared his throat. "Like ten or like thirteen… minutes, I mean,"
She giggled. "At least you're honest. Let's go,"
She opened his driver's side door and climbed in. Damon could see a bare situation between her legs when she bent over. She opted for no underwear this time. Oh my God.
"Where are we going?" He asked as the blood began rushing to his cock again. He adjusted the bulge in his pants before he slid into his seat.
"Just drive for like two minutes, we'll find a spot,"
Once they found a spot in the nearby woods, they stepped out of the car, she pushed him against the door while she crouched down and squatted. "I want you to cum in my throat again, like you did last time, okay?" She said as she pulled out his twitching cock.
"Okay," he murmured. Yes, baby, whatever you say!
Her mouth was so warm and wet as she slurped and hummed on his dick. She relaxed her throat and paused when he was deep, then slid back halfway. She did that for while, fucking him with her tonsils and stroking his balls. She pulled his length out of her mouth and stroked his slimy shaft as she licked his balls, then pulled them into her mouth.
"Oh God, I'm so close," Damon moaned. He shoved his dick back in her mouth, pushing it deep and gripping her hair in a bun at the base of her head. "All the way down… ohh, fuuuck,"
He fucked her mouth deep until his legs grew weak again and his stomach muscles were twitching and the only sound he could make were exclamations of variations of the word oh . He heard her moaning uncontrollably as well, and realized she'd been rubbing her clit.
She pulled him out of her mouth, slowly. "It didn't take you long to make me cum,"
"I didn't," do anything, he said and thought, suddenly feeling emasculated. She'd asked him about pleasing her, but when it came down to it, she did all the work taking care of him and herself. What if she didn't need him if she was so great at pleasuring herself? "I didn't even touch you,"
"The fact that you loved what I was doing to you turned me way the fuck on. I came hard because you did,"
Damon swallowed hard. "If you give me like ten minutes-"
"You have to go back to work in less than five," she said as she rose up.
"About that," he kept his eyes on her as he buckled his pants and belt back up. "You got me in trouble the other day," he glared as she giggled. "It's not funny, you dragged me way out to the lake-"
She cocked her head to the side, ran her hands up his chest, and lightly pinched his cheek. "I didn't pick where we were going, that was all you,"
"What do you want from me?"
He was growing weary of this game. He didn't even know her name and this was the second time she made his balls explode with pleasure.
The joy in her eyes dimmed and she stepped back. "Nothing. You should get back to work,"
"What the fuck, where are you going, what are you doing?!" He went after her and grabbed her shoulders.
"Get your hands off me,"
"Tell me your name. And tell me what the fuck you want,"
She pulled away and took off running, without looking back. Damon slammed his hand on the door of his car. Angry because he couldn't call after her since he didn't know her name, combined with the fact that he now less than two minutes to drive back to work or it was his ass, he yanked the door open. The woman's bag was still in her seat, along with her sunglasses. She had to have some form of ID in there.
~~~
Damon knocked on the door to 211 Frenzy Way and took a deep breath. There was a car in the driveway and the lights in the house were on so he knew someone was home.
The door opened and a tall and slender, but quite muscular man with dirty blond hair answered the door. He looked Damon up and down, visibly perplexed.
"Yeah, man?"
"Hi, I'm looking for Bonnie Bennett. Is this the right address?"
The man rolled his eyes and sighed. "Just a minute," he left the door open and stalked off to another part of the house. "Babe! It's for you!" He had a thick British accent.
Damon's heart sank when he heard that. The name on the woman's driver's license said Bonnie Bennett and this was her address, at the house where another man was calling her babe. What the fuck did he get himself into? He was in no mood to get his ass kicked over a woman. Then again, the things she was doing to him…
No! He didn't even know her or what she was about. There was no rhyme or reason in getting fucked up because of her.
His only cover was that he was returning her bag she'd left behind. He was being a good citizen and returning her shit to its proper owner. More confusion clouded his mind when another bronzed skin young woman came to the door.
"Yes, you're looking for Bonnie?" She said with an expression that was laced with impatience.
"Uh, yes," he held up her bag.
The women frowned. "Can I ask what you're doing with her bag and how you know Bonnie?"
"I don't, actually. Someone left this bag at the restaurant I work at and I found her wallet with the address. Just wanted to return it, this was the address was on her license,"
The look of relief that washed over her face didn't go unnoticed. The man who answered the door appeared behind her, looking visibly angry now. "So you're not another one of her fuckin boyfriends, right?"
"Caleb, please!" She stepped outside and closed the door while Caleb continued yelling in the house. "I'm sorry, Bonnie isn't here anymore. And I can't accept that bag. I have to get back to my husband,"
A muffled yell sounded from behind the door. "Take it to the local authorities for fuck's sake!"
Damon frowned. "What the hell am I supposed to do with it?"
"Turn it in to the police, for all I care," she said loudly. Then she leaned closer and dropped to a faint whisper. "She's at the Bourbon. I can't take it to her, she doesn't even know I know where she is,"
"Greta, what the fuck!" Her husband yelled.
"I'm coming, honey," to Damon she said, "I'm sorry, I have to go,"
She slipped inside and closed the door before he could say another word.
Off to the hotel he went, wondering how the fuck he was going to leave her purse at reception if he didn't even know her room number. The receptionist declined to accept it without her contact information.
As fate would have it, Damon overheard room service discussing their next cart to be delivered and mentioned Bonnie's room number. He took the opportunity to head upstairs and find her room on his own, before it could be delivered.
Finally he knocked on room 202's door and stepped out of the view of the peephole.
"Who is it?"
Yes, that was her voice!
"Room service,"
She opened the door and he finally came face to face with the beauty that had been blowing his mind and destroying his focus as of late. She was in a robe and her hair was wet with curls spilling over her shoulders and down her back. She appeared shocked to see him for a moment, until her face smugged over.
"Bonnie Bennett," Damon said, too breathlessly for his liking. Why did she have that effect on him?
"Damon Salvatore," she said with that fucking smirk that made him want to bend her over and yank on her hair as he savagely penetrated her. She held her hand. When Bonnie took it, they shook and she pulled him inside of her room, closing the door behind him. "You might as well come in and save us from an awkward hallway conversation. So how'd you find me? That fucking Greta snitched me out, right?"
She went to sit on the armrest of the couch as Damon hovered in front of her.
"You left your purse in my car," he handed it to her. "It had her address and she said she couldn't take it to you,"
"That bitch needs to stay out my business,"
"What is your business, Bonnie? Are you a hooker?"
"Why, you wanna pay me for the blow jobs? Am I that good?" She stood up and pressed herself against him, grabbing his cock through his pants. "Should I do it again, right now?"
"Ahh," he moaned.
"How much more cum can I suck out of you?" She moaned in his ear as she rubbed his growing bulge.
Fuck, he was going to lose his ability to reason. He moaned and stepped away. "Stop, I'm trying to think with the right head. I've never paid for it and if you want money, I wouldn't even know how much is a fair-"
She laughed out loud. "I'm not a hooker. I just thought it was hot. Stranger in the woods, getting you off unexpectedly, blowing your mind," she giggled. "Or in your case… blowing your load" she sighed softly and sat down. "You've never had that fantasy?"
"No. Not until now," she raised a brow at that. "I wanna fuck you so bad," he confessed.
"Well, we aren't strangers now, are we? Fantasy's broken,"
Room service chose that moment to know on her door. After receiving it, Bonnie thanked them and rolled the cart in. "You can stay if you promise not to ask questions," she said as she removed the plate covers and beamed at the food. She clapped her hands together.
"For what?"
"For dinner, for the night. For more deepthroating. If you'd like to keep this fantasy going,"
She was making his dick perk up again. "You're not gonna let me fuck you?"
She placed her hand on her hips and frowned at him. "Is there something wrong with my mouth?"
"No, no you're mouth is the best fucking thing that ever happened to me," in fact, he wanted it wrapped around his cock that instant and then to shove it in both of her other holes. "But I wanna taste you,"
She picked up a crepe, licked it before she popped it in her mouth, and shrugged. "Taste this crepe. So fuckin good," her eyes seduced him with promises of what they each knew she was capable of.
She was fucking unbelievable and Damon was tired of her taunting. As Bonnie grabbed another crepe, he stepped around the cart and snatched it out of her grasp, threw it back on the plate, and grabbed her arm. "I don't want that,"
She moaned and pouted as he led her to the bed and thrust her on it. Then he climbed on the bed.
"I want you," he pulled open her robe and made her wiggle out of it, stopping to gape and gasp when he had her butt naked. "So hot. Do you like getting your pussy eaten?"
She separated her knees and rubbed two fingers over her clit. "Do you like cumming in my mouth?"
God, he was going to make her holler his name. He wasn't going to stop making her cum until she was hoarse from crying out in pleasure. He shoved her hand away and gripped the sides of her pelvic area. Damon ran his nose from her pubic region just just under her belly, inciting a giggle of arousal, still she kept her legs wide open. He pressed kisses from her belly to her hot mound of flesh, the folds that concealed her sweet spot. With his tongue, he separated her folds and pushed through until he felt her nub. He licked it from the bottom up, inciting a gasp from Bonnie. That was a motion he repeated for a few counts, then he whipped her clit from side to side, and finally circles, each for their own counts.
She pressed her legs into her chest, opening herself up to Damon for further access. Her breathing got shallower and she started with lengthy moans. When she couldn't help but raked her fingers through his hair to clutch at his scalp, he knew she'd soon be melting in his mouth. Satisfaction bubbled inside when he thought of how he hasn't even added his fingers yet. He used them for a final touch as she started thrusting her hips towards his face, moaning louder and louder until she was near sobbing. He didn't stop licking with the amount of pressure that fueled her fire until her legs were trembling so much she had to fight to pull away.
When she sat up, scooting away, it was the first time he'd witnessed her look intimidated. Only her expression morphed into amusement and then she wobbled to him on her knees, throwing her arms around his neck. Their kiss was deep and tongue led, each devouring the other's mouth with their tongue.
Damon felt like he'd never been harder when during their heated makeout session, she had her hands in his pants. "You want this pussy raw?"
He hooked his hands under her knees and flipped her on her back so he could pull his dick out himself. The feeling that she'd suck his soul before he got to feel her pussy drove him to take initiative in what they were about to do. He wanted to see her face when he shattered her whole world with his dick game. Pulling her to the edge of the bed, he stood on the floor and placed a pillow under her back so he could enter her at the ideal angle.
Though it was easy to finally slide through, his eyes rolled back because she was so tight! Nearly constricting him, he choked out a moan. "Uhh. You're so, so tight. You a virgin?"
Bonnie giggled, squeezing her walls around his thick length. "No. Fill me up,"
If she spent five to ten minutes laughing while he was deep in her snatch, Damon would probably burst with cum, her body felt that amazing.
"Ohh, my god," he started thrusting slowly and deeply. Damon wasn't one to typically brag about his size, but a tiny pussy hole was taking eight whole inches of length and nearly five inches of girth. Rubbing her clit with his thumb would either make it easier for her or give her more pleasure, either way, it would rile her up.
"Oh yeah… oh, yeah!" She gripped her nipples as he started pounding her harder. She was loving every second of his dicking, thrusting herself to meet his thrusts.
She was wet and tight, and she was fucking him back, as aggressively as he was fucking her. He needed her as close to orgasm as he was because he had no intentions on tapping out first. He let out a gutteral groan before he pulled out and flipped her on her hands and knees. True, this would be a harder position not to bust his nut in, but he'd choke the base as long as he could. All he needed to do was wait until she was close, then start letting go, little by little as he continued fingering her clit. One thing she'd learn about him was that he was good at syncing orgasms.
The moans he elicited from his delivery! It sounded like she was experiencing the sweetest torment and she was about to lose her mind.
"Say my name when you cum, baby,"
She stuttered out his name as he released long, drawn out moans. Cumming in her while she was cumming as well, sucking his soul with her pussy was well worth it, with how spent they were as they collapsed with him on top of her.
"You wanna eat, then get rode like a cowboy?"she moaned from underneath him.
Damon didn't understand how immediately after release, his dick wanted to stiffen. What was she doing to him?
~~~
Ever since Bonnie mysteriously appeared in Damon's life, nearly four months ago, his dynamic with her stayed interesting and kept him guessing. She somehow knew his schedule, though she never said when she was going to visit him at work. Damon just knew when she showed up on his first fifteen minute break, she'd suck him off or he'd lick her clean, and then she'd be back for his lunch hour, that they'd spend fucking like wild animals in the woods. Sometimes she'd even be back for round three when he was off for the night. Her sex drive increased his, the issue was, she had to be the one in control, the one to initiate things. He'd tried to visit her outside of work, but she was never home. He didn't know what she was doing or where she worked since it was very occasional that she offered tidbits about life.
She only allowed him to spend the night Saturdays and she'd show up again by Monday or Tuesday. This was their arrangement since she banned him from asking questions, only assuring him that she was single and not looking, and on regular birth control. Any prying he did could cause their session to get cut short, and he didn't want that. He didn't even have contact information for her, and she'd never answer her hotel phone if he called. So he just let things be and enjoyed their explorative stranger in the woods sex.
He spent the night with Bonnie Saturday. No word or sign from her Monday or Tuesday when he was working. When Thursday came and went with no sign of her, Damon was concerned and vexed. After a hotter than hell weekend with her, she'd gone nearly a week without stopping by. His body was used to and aching for the sexual release that only she could provide. But where the hell was she?
He waited one more day until he was knocking on her door, Friday night. "Who is it?" An unfamiliar female voice called from inside.
"Room service," he snapped.
The door opened and it was heavily pregnant woman. "I didn't order-"
"Where's Bonnie?"
She appeared confused. "There's no Bonnie here, this has been my husband's and mine's room for the past week. We're doing some home renovations before my son is born, so we'll be here for at least the next three months while his bureau is completed," she rubbed her belly and the fatigue in her eyes was evident. Damon felt bad for disturbing her but where the fuck was Bonnie?! She'd been gone for a week!
"Are you sure? This is room 202, right? My girlfriend was just here," he looked past her, trying to get a clear view of the room. The woman opened it, revealing the same furniture he'd done all sorts of inappropriate things with Bonnie on.
"Yeah, like I said, it's been about a week now,"
"I'm sorry. Congrats on the baby," he said bitterly.
He turned and stormed down the hall, trying to think clearly to stop the panic from seizing his chest. There was only one more place he could think to look.
~~~
Parked down the block of the house at Frenzy Way for four whole fucking hours, Damon was about to fall asleep when the same car he'd witnessed in the driveway the night he went to return Bonnie's bag, pull into the driveway. Out of the driver's side stepped out the tall man, Caleb, who'd yelled about Bonnie, and his wife Greta emerged from the passenger's side. He stepped around to the sidewalk and yanked the back door open. Bonnie stepped out -Damon noticed she was wearing scrubs- and sneered at the man who leaned way too close into her personal space. Greta had to intervene, pulling him away. Bonnie just shrugged and laughed, which made him even angrier. He came close again and Marianne stepped in between them. She held two palms up in front of his face, then wildly gestured to Bonnie. Bonnie said something, prompting Greta to side eye her and glance back at her husband and shook her head, throwing her hands up. She shook her head all the way to the front door which she unlocked with her key and slammed closed after she entered.
Damon opened the door, ready to come to Bonnie's aid since she was left alone with the yelling Caleb, who was so heated, he looked like he might put his hands on her. Only he seemed to have had a change of heart when Bonnie began tearfully imploring him. Damon could only vaguely hear their conversation from so far away.
She gestured to the house then herself. "…only one who gives a shit!… thanks to you…"
He shook his head. "… your own fault and you know it… always lying-"
Bonnie screamed and flailed her fists at him. "I never lied about that! I never did!"
Damon had seen enough. He opened his door fully and stepped out.
Caleb caught her arms and wrapped her in his arms, with tears streaming down his cheeks as well. He murmured something to Bonnie, who fell to her knees. He helped her up and led her to the front door, which Greta opened to retrieve her. Her husband ran back to the car to grab Bonnie's purse and close the car door, before he jogged back inside.
What the fuck is going on?
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Damon staked Bonnie out until night fell. He had a hunch that she was going to leave as soon as the coast was clear. Sure enough, right around eleven forty pm, he saw her blatantly sneaking out when a black car pulled up. She had multiple bags with her as she rushed to it. Bonnie threw them in the trunk and then looked regretfully back at the house, before she addressed the driver. She nodded her head as if to assure them that she was fine and then got inside the passenger door.
He followed the car to a club in Whitmore called Club Verge. After gaining admission, he sat at the bar for a while, waiting for Bonnie to appear. He even had a few drinks, primarily sticking to water since he was trying to stay alert and coherent, though he felt like he could use a beer with all this drama unfolding.
The blonde bartender issued him a smug grin. "You looking for somebody?"
He spotted Bonnie at the opposite end of the counter just then. "Excuse me,"
He left his drink and walked up to Bonnie, who was blatantly acting as if she didn't notice him. "Bonnie,"
She looked up with her innocent act and then smiled. "Hey, you! I was just thinking about paying you a visit tomorrow," she smiled big and Damon was disgusted with how nonchalant she appeared.
He wrapped his fingers around her wrist and pulled her off the bar stool.
"Where're we going?" She asked after her initial struggle proved futile.
"Somewhere private,"
"Oh well, I'm really not in the mood right now," she said sheepishly.
He pulled her into the hallway near the bathrooms and pressed her back against the wall, blocking her in with both arms.
"You think this is about fucking?" She only blinked defiantly. He tried to mask how wounded she made him feel. "Bonnie, you've been avoiding me all week and… I've actually been worried about you,"
"I'm fine, I'll see you tomorrow," she finally said with a slight eye roll.
"You're lying, you're skipping town, aren't you?"
Her bags were already packed and she stole off late at night. It couldn't be clearer than that.
"Don't worry about what I'm doing. You don't even know me,"
He gasped in disbelief. "That's because you won't let me! You don't let me get close to you, you don't let me ask questions, you-"
He was suddenly jerked away from her by two pairs of hands. "Miss, is this guy bothering you?"
"Yes," she said coldly. "I don't even know him, I'm just trying to have a drink,"
"Seriously, Bonnie?" He started towards her again, her audacity fueling him but he was jerked back and shoved against the wall.
"Stay away from the little lady," the bouncer said.
"I'm going! Tell her to stay away from me!" He seared her with a glare of disbelief before he jerked his shoulders out of the bouncer's hold and turned to leave.
When he got home that night, he realized, somewhere along the way, he'd developed deep feelings for Bonnie, his little sex kitten. The girl that walked into the bar with tears in her eyes and took him on a wild journey of passion and lust, had slowly taken his heart and now she was gone.
Bonnie's POV
"You're sure about this?" Klaus asked as he sat in his office. Bonnie sat at the edge of his desk, trying to keep from playing footsie with Kol.
"I'm positive, I'm eight weeks,"
"Her bum does look a size bigger," Kol observed. Bonnie kicked his shin.
"Come, luv," Klaus said, holding his arms outstretched. Bonnie sighed and went to him, allowing him to hug her stomach. "I didn't even know you were seeing anyone,"
She shrugged. "It just kinda happened. I met this guy and we just instantly connected,"
Kol smirked. "Must have been fate,"
The youngest Mikaelson brother needed to shut up. As if he didn't know. The way she connected with Damon was true in part. It wasn't like she'd planned on becoming pregnant, the idea just came to her when he took her to the lake. He was so gentlemanly and kind, she thought he'd make the perfect baby daddy. So she set out to seduce him in hopes of becoming pregnant since he was so easy to be with.
It wasn't to trap him and it wasn't for her part of the inheritance. She knew she'd probably be disqualified herself with Caleb trying to dispute Abby's will. There wasn't anything she or Greta could do to change his mind. As long as her baby was included, she didn't care about the money, but that would be the baby's college fund. Klaus had already taken such good care of her, she didn't need anything else, just to focus on work and her career. She could even slow down and take some time off to be a mommy.
Bonnie just knew she couldn't go through this pregnancy the healthiest way in Mystic Falls. She'd already lost one since her family blamed her for everything. Everyone except Greta, that was. Maybe Jamie but she hadn't spoken to him in so long and Caroline had mentioned how close he'd been with her Aunt Lucy lately. It just wasn't worth it at this point. But she'd never be lonely or abandoned once she had her baby. This was her long anticipated child, especially after the whole Kai disaster.
Klaus kissed her stomach. "And you're doing this on your own?"
She made a fake pout. "No silly, I got you and Rebekah to be auntie and uncle, right?"
"And me as the stepdaddy," Kol added.
Klaus growled. "Kol. Don't you have some drunkard to entertain for the night?"
"Nah. I've already scoped the crowd," he leaned towards the computer screen and turned it to Klaus. "Disappointment is all that's available tonight,"
Something on the security cam footage caught Bonnie's eye.
Klaus sighed and addressed Bonnie again. "Is the father even-"
"Here!" She gasped. "Oh my God, that's him, the father! He's here… he's following me," she felt bad when that dawned on her. She knew he wasn't following her just so he can get his rocks off. That's what made this so hard.
"So, stay in here. He'll leave eventually," Kol shrugged.
"No he won't, Kol. Trust me,"
He grinned and raised a brow. "Oh, you've put the spell on him, haven't you? Tell me, Bonnie. What exactly did you do to him? And be very detailed, don't leave anything to imagination," he winked at her.
"Kol! The same thing I'd do to you if I decide to ruin you," he laughed as she sighed. "You guys… Just come get me when he tries to talk to me, please,"
"Of course, luv," Klaus agreed, kissing her hand.
She went out to sit at the bar and noticed Damon talking to Camille right away. She ordered a water from Marcel and played coy as he approached.
"Bonnie," the concern in his eyes was evident. She did her best to ignore it.
"Hey, you! I was just thinking about paying you a visit tomorrow," she plastered on a big reassuring smile, only that seemed to really piss him off. He said nothing, just scoffed and grabbed her wrist, leading her away from the bar. She tried to pull away without making a scene but his grip wouldn't budge as he pulled her along. She clicked her tongue. "Where're we going?"
"Somewhere private,"
"Oh well, I'm not really in the mood right now,"
He led her to the restroom hallway and had her up against the wall, barricaded by his arms.
"You think this is about fucking? Bonnie, you've been avoiding me all week and… I've actually been worried about you," his eyes went from annoyed to concerned, as well as pained.
"I'm fine, I'll see you tomorrow," she finally said, feigning a nonchalant attitude. Why did he have to fucking come here and make things difficult? That was bad for her baby!
"You're lying, you're skipping town, aren't you?"
She wondered how long he'd been following her, praying to God Almighty he didn't catch her at the obstetrician.
"Don't worry about what I'm doing. You don't even know me,"
He drew in a sharp breath. "That's because you won't let me!" He inched closer. "You don't let me get close to you, you don't let me ask questions, you-"
Bonnie was relieved when Klaus and Kol appeared behind him, pulling him away from her. "Miss, is this guy bothering you?" Klaus asked.
"Yes," she said coldly. "I don't even know him, I'm just trying to have a drink,"
"Seriously, Bonnie?" Damon frowned and reached for her, until Klaus shoved against the wall and gripped the collar of his shirt.
"Stay away from the little lady," he said.
"I'm going!" Damon now issued Bonnie a death glare of pure hate. "Tell her to stay away from me!"
He jerked away and stormed off. Poor Damon . He must have been so confused and there was no way Bonnie could explain it to him. Her emotions combined with her pregnancy hormones got the best of her as she collapsed into Klaus's embrace with tears.
Damon's POV
It had now been almost two years since Damon last seen Bonnie, but he'd dream about her often. So much it affected his last attempt at a relationship. Reyna was a sweet girl but sexually they didn't seem to be very compatible since his experience with Bonnie unlocked sides of himself he never could have imagined and it was hard to go back to what he considered ordinary sex. He had yet to meet a girl who could deepthroat the way he'd come to prefer over any sort of oral or show as much enthusiasm being downright nasty with him. Mentally, Reyna was a world's difference more stimulating than Bonnie, only it wasn't enough to level out their relationship.
The other side of that was that everytime he dreamed of Bonnie, it wore down his sex drive. Thinking of sex now made him think solely of Bonnie, since everyone else paled in comparison. He had to end it with Reyna after three months. Enter into another dry spell, only this time, it was six months instead of the agonizing eight.
He met Katherine, who was Elena's cousin when she started working at The Grille with him. They took an immediate liking to one other, and she was nothing like Elena. Though there was a secret, naughty side to her that almost reminded him of Bonnie. She was content to sneak off with him to make out in the woods during their breaks when they could manage, and Damon was happy to have the element of a secret rendezvous during work again. It made things more exciting and he was anticipating sex, with no expectations it'd be anything like what Bonnie spoiled him with.
It made him happy that they had the excitement of being together in their clandestine ways, but also added an actual relationship to that. They were also taking it slow since neither of them wanted to move at the speed of light like their hormones demanded. They were in control, not their bodies.
Katherine was moving into a new apartment soon and out of her parent's pool house. They could finally have some privacy since Elena was still living with him and Stefan, content there because Damon would be making his own move in six month's time. He accompanied Katherine for her shopping for decor at TJ Maxx, wanting to get ideas for his own house as well. He was checking out abstract paintings when he heard her gushing over in the home goods aisle.
"Oh my gosh, can I hold her?" He looked up and Katherine was gently lifting an infant into her arms. "Ohhhhh, yes, hello! Hello, sweetie, you're the most precious thing ever !" She called to Damon. "Look babe!"
He joined her and then realized that she was standing next to Greta and her husband. What was his name again? Caleb.
"Hey, who's this cutie?" Damon asked as he walked up. "She yours?"
The infant was chunky and had black curls that were in two little pigtails. There was also a distinguishable birth mark on her cheek that appeared to be in the shape of a heart.
"My sister's baby, we're just aunt and uncle for the day," Caleb smiled, then he took a good look at Damon. "Have we met before, mate?"
He was about to respond with an anecdote of how he'd tried to return a purse to his home once when Greta spoke loudly. "I don't think so," she gave Damon a firm, intentional look. "You don't look familiar to me. I'm sure we've never met and I know all your friend's babe,"
Damon just smiled and shrugged while Caleb shook his head. Then Great issued a plastic smile.
"Babe, her eyes are clear blue, they remind me of yours," Katherine was in her own world, oohing and aahhing at the infant. "That birth mark is so cute! Cheeky, Cheeky,"
"Oh yeah, huh. That's cool,"
Greta looked at her niece then back at Damon again. Her smile faded and she reached for the baby. "It's time for her nap, poor babies gotta be tuckered out by now. Have a good one, you two,"
She turned her back so deliberately that Katherine noticed the shade as well. She rolled her eyes and rejoined Damon.
"What was her problem?" She asked with an expression of indignation.
"I dunno,"
She sighed. "Cheeky was so cute though, did you see her?"
Six months later
Life was going pretty damn good for Damon. He was now the manager at The Grille, he had his own house, and he was able to spend loads of time with his girl. At home since he was often at Katherine's apartment, unless Elena decided to pop around. That was a face he was sick of, though he was grateful he only had to see it when he visited Stefan.
When it came to Katherine, things were going great, still enjoying their honeymoon phase since their sex life was relatively new. Damon was worried after the chance meeting with Bonnie's… people, whoever they were, he'd suffer another setback in his relationship when it came to sex. Only, he took the plunge and slept with her that night. Sex wasn't the same anymore, and he doubted it ever would be, but he was slowly beginning to breach new territory with Katherine for the past two months. Things were definitely getting interesting in the bedroom.
Bonnie was like some far off, distant, erotic nightmare.
Tonight was six months to the day that he and Katherine finally had sex and Damon wanted to do something special for them. Once they got home from Ric and Jo's engagement party at The Grille, that is. He and Katherine were quite enjoying the festivities and the alcohol, which sent them to the restroom at the same time. She went to the ladies and Damon went to the men's room. While washing his hands and thinking about what he had planned for the night, the door swung open.
"I'm so sorry, don't mind me, I just need to change my daughter's diaper and the ladies room is full. Oh! Oh no, you don't, come on in girl,"
Damon froze when he heard that voice. He was afraid to turn around because if he did, it might be her. But if he turned around and it wasn't her, he knew how utterly fucking disappointed he'd be now that he was expecting it to be her and he wasn't sure if he could handle it. He knew her voice, it was forever etched into his audio memory. He knew exactly what it sounded like at different volumes and moans and when she said oh in that gasp.
He'd paused so long the water burned him and he groaned, shaking his hand out when he heard her suck in her breath. That was her! Many hours they'd spent eliciting primal sounds out of each other, they'd recognize each other anywhere, just by their vocals. It had to be her! A downward spiral was coming if it wasn't. He shut off the water and finally turned around and sure enough, there she was. Holding a baby. A familiar baby- the baby from the department store with the heart shaped birthmark on her cheek!
"Bonnie," he said, his voice a throaty whisper. He placed his hands on the edge of the sink to steady himself, though Bonnie had the look of a woman who was only tethered to the world by the child in her arms.