A/N: Most of my stories deal with heavy situations not easily digested by everyone. If this bothers you, don't read it.

Warning: Damon is nowhere near a boy scout in this story. As per my usual m.o. he will get better. This is a Bamon story. They will be endgame.

This is an all human story.

disclaimer: I own nothing.

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Chapter 1

She was on his bed naked, her back against his silky sheets.

"Open your legs wider." He demanded huskily as he pounded into her mercilessly.

It took everything in her to oblige. She was in pain. It felt like she was being split in half as all nine inches of him sank further into her unused opening. Guttural whimpers escape her lips as he continued his animalistic movements. She couldn't take anymore. This is not how she imagined her first time would be. She knew there would be pain, but this… this was barbaric.

"Oh God, Damon please… I can't-"she cried while lightly shoving at his chest.

Damon moaned, and gripped her tiny wrist into his hands holding them above her head. He never stopped thrusting in and out of her. He kissed her mouth hungrily.

"Shhh… it's okay sweetheart the first time always hurts. I'm almost done."

Despite her pain and thru her tears she nodded her agreement. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly and allowed him to continue because he needed this. He needed her. He could have gone to any woman, but he chose her. He told her that he needed to be with her. She was not ready to have sex. She was only seventeen years old and had never been in a relationship with anyone before. She gave herself to him willingly because it is what he said he needed, and she loved him.

Bonnie Bennett has been in love with Damon Salvatore since she was thirteen years old. Damon knew how the kid felt about him. He saw the longing looks, the way her breath hitched when he was near, and the way her eyes always met her feet when he talked to her directly. Aside from the occasional flirtatious remark, he never paid her any attention. She was just the annoyingly sweet friend of his younger brother Stefan. Damon was seven years their senior, and engaged to Katherine Pierce.

Katherine was the socialite daughter of a well-known plastic surgeon.

She had just informed Damon that she was leaving him for some NBA player when Bonnie showed up on his doorstep looking for Stefan hours later. He had been drinking away his sorrows when he heard the knock on the door.

"Bon-Bon come in, have a drink with me!" Damon says after informing her that Stefan was out for the night with his girlfriend Elena.

Bonnie giggled, amused by his behavior. "I don't drink Damon. I'm only seventeen."

"I won't tell if you don't." Damon says seductively but playful.

Bonnie blushed then looked down at her feet.

"Why do you always do that?"

"Do what?" Bonnie asked.

"Look down whenever I talk to you. Look at me Bonnie." All playfulness left his voice, and it was replaced with something else… aggression maybe, lust, or both? Bonnie wasn't sure.

She looked up, and met his icy gaze. It took everything in her to hold it.

"You're beautiful." He says.

Bonnie smiled, and looked to her feet again trying to keep him from seeing the blood rush to her cheeks.

"Sit down Bonnie."

Bonnie hesitated. Damon was looking at her with lust in his eyes, and he had never looked at her like that before. He was making her nervous. Bonnie sat on the sofa. Damon took a seat on the coffee table extremely close to her. He reached out to cup her cheek. He used his thumb to softly stroke her jawline.

"I bet you're going to break all kinds of hearts." Damon says causing Bonnie's breath to hitch. She was uncomfortable so she backed away from his touch.

Damon sighed. "Katherine broke up with me. She found somebody richer, and more famous than me."

"I'm sorry Damon." Bonnie started, but was quickly cut off by Damon.

"Don't do that. I don't want your pity."

Bonnie looked toward the floor again.

"I'm just tired of not being good enough." Damon continued. "My mother died because I wasn't good enough. My father beat me because I'm not good enough. My own baby brother hates me. Nobody has ever loved me Bonnie."

Bonnie had tears in her eyes. She loved him. She could never tell him that, but she did. Seeing him like this broke her heart.

"Except you." Damon surprised her with his comment. "You love me… don't you Bonnie."

Bonnie nodded. He stood taking her hand in his he pulled her to her feet. He stepped closer, and brushed his lips against hers.

"Show me." He whispered. He kissed her softly again. "Show me Bonnie." Damon had tears in his eyes. "I need you to show me you love me."

Bonnie was scared shitless. She had never been kissed before, and she surely has never done anything like what he was implying. Her heart was racing as he started peppering soft kisses down her neck.

"I don't… I've never-"Bonnie stuttered, but Damon cut her off.

"I'll teach you." He says thru his soft kisses. "Please Bonnie, I need you. I need to feel your love."

He knew he was wrong. He knew Bonnie came from a broken home. Her mother abandoned her when she was three, and her father was rarely home. She had very few friends because she was homeschooled by her grandmother who was drunk most of the time. Using her feelings for him was child's play. Damon was a man of the world, and he knew just what buttons to push to get what he wanted from a woman. Normally he wouldn't go after a teenaged girl, but he felt like fucking and Bonnie showed up at his door baiting him. He walked toward his room pulling her behind him. She was the cute little bug that unknowingly stumbled into the web of the most vicious spider.

Damon shut the door behind them, and locked it. Bonnie saw the desire in his eyes so she quickly looked away.

"Take your clothes off."

Bonnie gulped, and with shaking hands she slowly pulled her shirt over her head. Damon mirrored her movements by removing his shirt. She took off her shoes, socks, and pants. He did the same. Damon went commando so he was completely naked. Bonnie stood before him in nothing but white lace undergarments. Damon was impressed. The girl had a beautiful body, not that anyone would know it. She always wore baggy clothes that hid her figure.

"Bonnie!" Damon says in warning when she stopped undressing.

Bonnie shyly slid her panties down her legs before removing her bra. Now completely naked, Bonnie wrapped her arms around her waist. She studied the pattern on the rug instead of looking at him.

"Lie down on the bed." He said while motioning to it with a tilt of his head.

Bonnie backed up to the bed, sat down softly, kicked up her feet, and lied back flat on the bed.

"Spread your legs!"

His commands were not sweet, or sexy in any way. They weren't meant to seduce her. He was demanding, and blunt. It made her more nervous. She felt like he was detached from what was about to happen, and he was. She put her feet flat on the mattress, and spread her raised knees apart. Damon moaned. He was ready to pounce. He stalked toward the bed, and hoovered over her. He slid his finger down her slit then straight inside of her heat. Bonnie began breathing heavily, and squirmed at his intrusion. He worked his finger in and out of her while using his thumb to massage her bundle of nerves. She moaned loudly, and began working her hips in time with his fingers.

"That's right sweetheart get nice and wet for me." Damon whispered.

Her body was experiencing more pleasure than it ever had, but it was short lived because in the next moment Damon kissed her sloppily while pushing his manhood into her tiny hole. The way Bonnie cried out in pain was music to his ears. He was in pain from his breakup, and he wanted to inflict pain on someone else. Hearing her guttural cries did something to his manhood. It was just what he needed. She loved him, she gave him what he needed, and he wanted more of it. A strong sense of possessiveness washed over him as he thrust in and out of her. She felt so good; he never wanted to share her with anyone. She was so tight and warm. It was heavenly. The thought of someone else knowing what she felt like pissed him off, so he thrust harder.

"Open your legs wider." She did, and he pushed deeper inside of her.

He knew he was too much for her to handle, but he didn't care. He was punishing her. He was punishing her for the pain Katherine caused him. He was punishing her for how his father treated him, he was punishing her for his mother dying, and he was punishing her for the thoughts of another man having her crossing his mind. He was fucking her like you would only the most experienced woman. He could smell the blood of her innocence flooding out of her body, and it was intoxicating. He wanted more of it. He was brought out of his animalistic thoughts by the sound of her soft voice.

"Oh God, Damon please… I can't-"she cried while lightly shoving at his chest.

There was no fucking way he was stopping now. She felt too good.

Damon moaned, and gripped her tiny wrist into his hands holding them above her head. He never stopped thrusting in and out of her. He kissed her mouth hungrily.

"Shhh… it's okay sweetheart the first time always hurts. I'm almost done."

Another tear spilled from her eye, but she nodded. She shut her eyes tightly while he continued pounding in and out of her, her hands secured tightly above her head by his.

"Open your eyes sweetheart… Watch me cum…I want you to see what you're doing to me."

Bonnie opened her tear filled eyes, and watched him climax. She winced when he thrust into her several more times before his face contorted, and he spilled his seed inside of her. He collapsed on top of her breathing heavily. He kissed her forehead.

"God you feel so good."He says before rolling off of her.

They both stared at the ceiling in silence for several minutes, both for very different reasons. Damon was sated and basking in his afterglow. Bonnie was mortified, and was trying to register what just happened. Her mind was racing when she heard him speak. His voice was coming from the bathroom. She hadn't even felt him get out of the bed.

"Take a bath." He says coldly while turning on the water. "It will help with the pain."

Bonnie did her best to stand from the bed without buckling. The throbbing between her thighs was unbearable. She winced when she took a step, and immediately started crying. She looked for something to cover herself with but the bed linens were covered in her blood. Damon watched her from the doorway and felt bad. He stalked toward her and was briefly angered by her recoiling away from him.

Damon frowns. "Don't do that."

"Sorry" she whispers doing her best to hold his gaze. He scoops her up in his arms bridal style, she's trembling. He ignores it, and walks her over to the tub. He places her in the steamy water before walking out closing the door behind him. He pauses for several minutes to listen to her sobbing quietly. He feels bad, but doesn't regret a second of their little tryst. In fact, he plans on fucking Bonnie on a regular basis. He's hooked, and she has no idea what she has gotten herself in to.

A/N: This will be a multi chapter fic. I will try to work in most of the mystic falls gang.

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