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nice - Damon X (fem) reader

Parings: Damon X (fem) reader
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex
Summary: y/n is the friend who never got attention from guys (or girls) and always wanted someone to pay attention to her. So when Damon Salvatore won't stop flirting with her, how can she resist him? (Based in season 1)

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"Y/n? You there?" Bonnie asked, breaking you out of the daydream you had been in,
"Perfectly fine," she mumbled,
"So, um, what were we talking about?" Y/n asked quietly, pushing a random strand of hair out of her face,
"I've got to go, never mind," Bonnie muttered, walking off to an unknown place. Y/n sat alone, fiddling with a napkin that was on the table.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing all alone?" A handsome stranger asked, y/n looked up to meet his gaze. His beautiful blue eyes bore into her own ones, his raven hair wasn't exactly best but not messy either, his pale skin and leather jacket making her more attracted to him.
"It's rude to stare," the stranger remarked, making her get out of her trance,
"S-sorry, no one's ever been this nice to me." Y/n replied kindly, with a small smile.
"Well if I'm the first person to be nice to you, it shouldn't be hard to remember my name. I'm Damon, Damon Salvatore." Damon introduced himself, with a winner smirk,
"Like Stefan Salvatore, sorry he's sort of dating one of my friends so I recognised the name." She stated,
"Ah! Yeah Stefan is a bit... broody? Don't you think?" Damon questioned,
"Very much so," y/n mumbled back,
"How come your so shy? A pretty girl like you should be filled with confidence." Damon stated as if it were the truth,
"Well, people have only ever been nice to me if they wanted something." Y/n told him, watching as his facial features grew into pity,
"Please. Don't pity me." Y/n quickly added,
"I was just going to say how rude it was. I thought you had friends? No?" Damon asked,
"I presume you mean Bonnie, and the rest of them of course. No, not really. I was friends with Caroline before Elena and Bonnie, we all started hanging out. Then 12 years later, they leave me out every day." Y/n stated the truth,
"I'm sorry about that. I've got to go, we should do this again some time." Damon replied, getting up,
"Oh, I almost forgot. What's your name, gorgeous?" Damon asked, making your cheeks heat up with blush,
"Y/n." She replied kindly, before he left the Grill.

It was Stefan's birthday, y/n knew this as Caroline wouldn't shut up about the party and practically forced her to go. Y/n sat at a secluded table, her mini dress showing off her figure in the best way possible yet no one paid any interest in her. She played a game on her phone, a boring one but something to pass the time.

"I thought you'd be a social butterfly?" A familiar voice questioned, taking her out of her phone,
"Oh? Not really," y/n replied to Damon, who sat opposite her,
"I thought you'd be talking to Caroline, your girlfriend," y/n remarked,
"Well, it's complicated. Besides, I've got to talk to the most pretty girl in the room, haven't I?" Damon responded, making y/n's cheeks flush and a smile be placed onto her lips.
"So, why are you here then?" Damon asked,
"Caroline literally dragged me out of bed, I was going to reread twilight, again." Y/n recited her regular evening to the Salvatore who looked unimpressed,
"You know I kinda hate twilight, I mean if vampires did exist they wouldn't sparkle in the sun!" Damon sassed,
"Well, I only read it because everyone else does. I have to keep up with everyone and trends," y/n replied sadly, playing with her fingers,
"What would you rather do, then?" Damon asked, y/n sat and thought for a minute. The girl had never been able to do what she wanted, she wouldn't even know where to start.
"I— I don't know." Y/n mumbled sadly,
"You've never had a chance to do what you want, have you?" Damon asked with sympathy in his tone,
"No. Because I have to do what my fake friends ask. I pretend I enjoy these things, but after so long of pretending I'm unsure who I even am." Y/n replied sadly,
"How about we get out of here, and do something I think you'll enjoy?" Damon bargained,
"Sounds perfect." Y/n replied, taking the hand he offered to her and getting out of there.

The pair sat in the boarding house, in Damon's room on his bed.
"So, your like rich. No rich rich?" Y/n asked rudely,
"I suppose," Damon replied sarcastically with a smirk,
"What's it like? Being able to do what you want without judgement?" Y/n questioned, it caught Damon off guard,
"It's amazing, you don't have to worry. You can do whatever you want." Damon replied, looking in the mirror at what she assumed to be himself but really he was looking at the girl who was sat on his bed. It was obvious Damon had shown a soft spot for y/n, upon seeing her for the first time he vowed to stay away as he didn't want his humanity but after seeing the way she was treated then he had to meet her which only led to wanting her to be his.
"Sounds perfect," y/n purred from the bed,
"So I could do whatever I want, like this." Y/n answered, slowly taking her dress over her head. Damon turned to face her,
"And I could do this." Damon replied, his big r a few octaves lower, he then unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it aside.

Damon sat on the bed next to y/n, who was currently wearing a matching black lace underwear set,
"What do you want to do?" Damon asked, staring into the girls eyes,
"You." Y/n replied, kissing him. Their lips colliding roughly as Y/n parted her lips, allowing Damon access. Their tongues tangled as their teeth clashed, Damon pushed y/n back into the bed, kissing down her jawline. He kissed her sweet spot, unbuckling his belt and taking off his pants whilst doing so. He then kissed a trail down her neck, finishing it above her boobs where her bra lay, looking into her eyes as if silently asking for permission. The girl then undid her bra, tossing the unneeded fabric to an unknown location in the room. Damon took her nipple into his mouth, sucking on it, whilst rolling the other one in between his fingers whilst listening to the moans that erupted from her throat.

"I— I need more." Y/n stuttered out in between moan,
"What exactly? Use big words, princess." Damon instructed,
"You. I need you Damon." Y/n replied, Damon quickly ripped off her panties, discarding the tattered material. Before taking off his boxers and ramming into her unexpectedly, pushing a moan out of her throat. Damon settled himself inside her, waiting for her to tell him what to do,
"Faster, harder. Something! Please." Y/n begged, Damon then went at a hard and fast pace, using his vampire strength and speed. He listened as y/n moaned curses and his name over and over,
"There. Right there." Y/n moaned as he reached her g-spot. Damon continued his tortuously good pace.

Y/n came screaming his name, Damon wasn't far behind, the pair rode out their highs before Damon pulled out and laid next to y/n.
"That was-" Damon started, getting cut off by y/n's lips on his own,
"Round one." Y/n whispers into his ear, before pressing her lips onto his neck.