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God, she wanted this man more than anything. She had always wanted her neighbor, Damon Salvatore.
He was tall. Had dark messy hair. Muscles that she had seen dripping wet when she would knock on his door and he would be fresh out the shower. A smirk that could bring any woman to her knees. A voice that sounded deep and masculine, mixed with velvety goodness. Blue eyes that seemed to pierce straight through your soul.
She had always wanted Damon Salvatore.
Problem was, he was a married man.
He had been married to Andie Salvatore for a year, and they were “in love.” But Elena was smart, she wasn’t dumb enough like everyone else to believe that fairytale. She had heard the late night arguments through the thin walls of his house, the venom in his voice when he told his wife he was done, that he was tired. That he wanted more.
Andie would cry. Damon would slam doors. Then silence. The kind that made your chest feel heavy… like something dark was waiting to crawl out.
But in the morning, they’d walk out hand in hand like a perfect couple. Andie with her bright fake smile, Damon with his charming grin that fooled everyone except Elena Gilbert.
Because Elena saw the cracks.
She saw the hunger in his eyes.
And she knew it wasn’t for his wife.
It was for something else.
She’d caught him staring before, that lingering gaze that burned against her skin like a secret she wasn’t supposed to know. The way his tongue darted across his lips when she’d wear red. The way his eyes would drop just a little too low when she wore revealing clothes.
I could give him the world, she thought, I could rock his world. If she had that man? She’d destroy herself for him. She’d let him do anything and everything he ever wanted to do to her.
She wanted to be the one who made him lose control. The one who made him forget he ever loved anyone else. The one who made Damon Salvatore fall apart.
When he would argue with his wife late at night, and he needed to get out that house, Elena was the one who invited him in.
She was the one he confided in.
She was his friend, the friend that listened to his every problem, the friend that never judged, but listened, gave advice, and comforted.
And she now decided…
She was gonna be more than just a “friend”. more than just some girl he only remembered existed on the nights when he needed to leave his house. She was gonna be way more than that.
Now, she was stood in front of the mirror, admiring the reflection that stared back at her. wearing a silk red robe, tightened just enough so you can see she wasn’t wearing a bra under, tightened enough so her nipples visibly strained against the silky fabric.
Her whole entire body was shaved, long tan legs silky and soft, and her hair was messy, falling down her back in dark brunette waves. Her eyes looked seductive, but dark. Just a hint of eyeliner applied, cheeks were smooth, rosy with natural blush. And lips were peach, glossed.
She now didn’t just look like the 19 year old “friend” or “companion” he probably thought of her as.
She now looked like a 19 year old fuck-buddy, someone you visited when you had to get laid.
Someone you visited when you wanted all your problems to go away with a 15-minute quickie.
And she was gonna be that girl for him.
…
…
Damon Salvatore stormed out of his house, the sharp words from his latest argument with his wife still ringing in his ears.
The cool evening air did little to calm the frustration boiling inside him. At 30 years old, he was tired of the endless fights, the cold bed, the routine that had sucked the life out of his marriage.
His gaze drifted to the house next door, where Elena Gilbert lived. The 19-year-old college student had always been friendly, inviting him in to talk when he needed company, flashing him smiles that always eased his heart.
He walked to her door, already knowing the routine.
He would talk to her, they would drink a bit. Hangout. Then he would go back to his wife when he was calmed down.
He knocked on her door, harder than intended. When she opened it, wearing a silky red robe that barely went past her thighs, his breath caught. Her dark hair fell in waves over her shoulders, and her brown doe eyes sparkled with curiosity.
"Damon? Come in." Elena said softly, stepping aside to let him in. The living room was dimly lit, a half-empty glass of wine on the coffee table.
"Just... needed to get away," he muttered, running a hand through his dark hair.
"Wife and I had another blowout. Sorry to bother you this late."
She closed the door and poured him a glass of wine, her hips swaying as she moved. "No bother at all. Sit. Talk to me."
They settled on the couch, close enough that he could smell her vanilla scent. He vented about the petty arguments, letting it all off his chest.
He told her how his wife barely pleasured him anymore, how he would have to jerk off in the shower every night just to not go insane.
He told her how he would beg his wife for just a blow job, and she was always ‘tired’ or ‘not in the mood’
“And it’s just fucking annoying, you know? I come home from working my ass off, and I do everything for her, I spoil her, I give her attention, and she won’t even touch my dick. I just- I don’t know what to do..”
Elena listened, her hand resting lightly on his knee. Her touch sent a spark up his leg.
She felt so bad for Damon, he was a man, a man who had needs, a man who spoiled his wife and gave her his all, just to be treated like shit..
"You deserve better than that," she said softly, her hand squeezing his knee.
She leaned in and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly as she closed her eyes and breathed in his scent.
He smelt delicious, her lips were right on his neck, she couldn’t help but place a gentle kiss on his neck, lips lingering for a moment.
Damon's pulse raced. "Elena" he sighed, pulling back from the hug to look at her.
Fuck. That gentle kiss made his dick slowly harden. He could feel it throb in his jeans.
He tried to think of anything else, anything that would make his dick go down.
But it wouldn’t.
Being around a gorgeous young girl like Elena, who had just hugged him tightly, her nipples pressed against his chest, and kissed him on the neck, made his dick excited.
He looked down and cringed when he saw the bulge in his pants, and he saw her looking as well, her expression unreadable. “Elena I-“
But she silenced him with a finger to his lips, then suddenly leaned in and replaced it with her mouth, kissing him like there was no tomorrow, her tongue slipping past his teeth to tangle with his. He groaned, hands gripping her waist.
God he knew this was wrong, but fuck if it didn’t feel like the best thing ever.
He couldn’t form any thoughts, the only body part that could think right now was his dick, and it just wanted to cum, it didn’t care how wrong this was.
He pulled her onto his lap. She ground against the growing bulge in his pants, her robe riding up to expose her pussy.
God she wasn’t even wearing panties.
Her pussy was soaked, and she moaned when she rubbed her clit right against his bulge.
She started grinding on his pants, literally soaking the fabric with her juices.
"Let me show you what you deserve, Damon." she whispered, sliding off his lap to kneel between his legs.
She placed a hand on each of his knees, and spread his legs slightly, and saw the crotch area of the jeans was wet.
She looked up at him with her doe eyes, then leaned in and teasingly licked the pants, tasting her own juices.
“Elena please.” He groaned, his knuckles turning white from the grip on the couch.
Her fingers finally slid up to his belt, working his belt open, she then yanked down his zipper and his cock sprang free, about 8 inches, thick and hard, the tip was wet and swollen, and the slit was leaking.
Elena looked at his like it was a cuisine meal, and licked her lips, eyes locked on his as she finally wrapped her hand around the base and leaned forward.
She took him into her mouth slowly at first, lips stretching around his girth. Damon hissed, fingers threading into her hair. Elena pushed deeper, her throat relaxing as she swallowed him inch by inch.
When her nose pressed against his abdomen, she held there, gagging slightly but not pulling back. Saliva dripped from her chin, messy and wet, as she bobbed her head, deep throating him with sloppy enthusiasm, all while remaining eye contact.
His face expression almost looked drunk, contorted in pleasure. Mouth open in a ‘O’, eyes barely open. "Fuck Elena" he said in a breathy whisper, hips bucking involuntarily.
She moaned around his cock, the vibration making him throb. Her hands cupped his balls, squeezing gently while she sucked hard, tongue swirling along the underside. Spit trailed down his shaft, soaking his pants. She pulled off with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his tip, then dove back in, taking him all the way until she choked, tears welling in her eyes from the effort.
He felt like he was in heaven, she was sucking him off to good, gagging and drooling on his dick, looking up at him with intense eyes.
Damon couldn't take it anymore. He suddenly hauled her up, flipping her onto the couch on her back. Her robe slipped down, exposing her perky tits, nipples hard and begging. He spread her thighs wide with his hands, his touch rough and desperate.
Her pussy was slick, pink folds glistening.
"You want this Elena?" he demanded, rubbing his swollen cockhead against her entrance.
"Yes, fuck me. hard." she begged, arching up.
He thrust in deep, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. Elena cried out, loud and raw, her walls clenching around him.
Damon didn't hold back, pounding into her with rough, relentless force. The couch creaked under them, her tits bouncing with each slam. He gripped her hips, fingers digging into her skin, leaving marks.
"Oh god, Damon! Harder!" she moaned, voice echoing off the walls. Her nails raked his back, drawing red lines. He angled his hips to hit her deeper, his balls slapping against her ass with wet smacks.
Sweat slicked their bodies, mixing with the juices leaking from her pussy, making everything slippery and filthy.
Her pussy was dripping wet, and it was so tight, wrapped around his cock like a vice. Her juices dropped down his balls as he slammed into her relentlessly, hips moving like a piston as they both got lost in pleasure.
Elena wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer as she bucked up to meet his thrusts. "Your dick feels so good." she gasped, her moans turning into screams. He leaned down, capturing a nipple between his teeth, biting just hard enough to make her yelp.
He spit on 2 fingers, then reached down and rubbed her clit in tight circles as his pace quickened, his grunts mixing with her cries. Damon's control frayed; he felt the pressure building in his balls. "Gonna cum" he warned grunting, slamming in faster.
"Inside me! Fill me up!" she demanded, her own orgasm crashing over her. Her pussy spasmed, milking him as she wailed, body shaking.
Her face contorted in pleasure and her nails raked down his back.
With a roar, Damon buried his dick deep and erupted, hot spurts of cum flooding her. He kept thrusting through it, pushing his load deeper, some leaking out around his cock in a messy cream pie, dripping down his balls.
They collapsed together, panting, his seed dripping down her thighs onto the cushions.
Elena smiled up at him, tracing a finger through the cum that had gotten on her clit. "Come back anytime you need to... talk”