Pairings: Elena Gilbert X (fem) reader
Warnings: dominant!Elena, submissive!reader, slight hair-pulling kink, reader being eaten out/fingered, pet-names
Summary: you and Elena were always close... and all it takes to get your best-friend/girl-crush to notice you is a sleepover (based on sleepover by ashnikko)
Hopemikealsxnwife (the reader isn't a witch, but it's set pre-show so it's the best I could do)

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Ever since you met Elena Gilbert at the ripe age of fifteen years old, it was safe to say you'd pictured her naked each time you saw her. Any time you got to see a bit more skin on her, it made you crave more. She was a drug that enticed you further and further into lust.

You and her only started to become close the June after her parents died, before then she had been too caught up in high school drama to notice you. Which, in your defence, wasn't a bad thing as any time you looked in her direction it was at her boobs or into those beautiful, muddy brown eyes she possessed.

It wasn't just about her body or the fact she was queen-bee and above all, it was the perfection of her that drew you to her. At first, you were confused how she was so perfect but yet so scandalous. You know she had to have some dirty secret, but yet nothing.

Well, it was obvious you hoped that she would reveal something insanely dirty tonight.

Elena had invited you over to a sleepover, and you did what she said. She found your insistence on doing as she said amusing, whilst you found it a necessity. Anything to make her fall for you.

And so, you knocked on the door with your little purple suitcase full of goodies and supplies behind you.

To your surprise, it was Jenna who opened the door and let you in. She was muttering about Elena being in the shower and how she'd be down soon. And so, you made yourself comfortable on the couch, grabbing out your phone and deciding to text anyone back.

By time you had done that, you heard Elena's velvety voice calling out, "Y/N, your here,"

You turned your head so fast you could've got whiplash, chuckling after to make it look like a mistake. Your eyes scanned Elena's body, she was clad in tight-fighting small PJ's that made your mouth water. "E— Elena,"

She grinned, it was as though she knew the effect that she had on you. Which only made you wonder if this was all some sort of ploy... for a split-second, as she spoke again, "Do you want to go to my room,"

"Yes!" You said too excitedly, grabbing your suitcase before correcting yourself cooly, "I mean... that'd be cool,"

Elena chuckled and led the way, her hips sashaying teasingly as she led you up the stairs. It was as though she knew your eyes were glued to her ass the whole time.

Once in her room, she laid down on her bed as you unpacked your PJ's and wash-bag, then went to the bathroom silently to put them on. Once you got inside and locked the door, you noticed that you had packed the wrong PJ's. Instead of the fuzzy corgi PJ's that you usually brought for sleepovers, you had packed your silky black PJ's that were basically lingerie.

You huffed in frustration before brushing your teeth, and finishing up your night routine. Then you put the PJ's on and left the bathroom and went to Elena's room, praying that she wouldn't think you were trying anything.

You opened the door cautiously, setting down your wash-bag with your other things. Elena looked up from the book she was reading and raised an eyebrow.

You looked at her in fear, expecting a bad response.

"Close the door," she said, and it looked like her eyes were darkening? That couldn't be right.

You did as instructed before walking back to the bed, and sitting next to her upon her beckoning you closer.

"So; you stare at my ass, stutter on each word and now wear slutty PJ's?" The brunette grinned, "I'm impressed, Y/N, I didn't think you had it in you,"

You smiled, then wiped it off your face, "oh, uh, thanks?"

"I'm not an idiot," she stated matter-of-factly.

"Huh?"

She turned to face you, "I know you have the hots for me, you might as well be holding up a banner with it,"

You squinted at her in confusion and expected her to speak again, instead she grabbed your chin in her hand firmly and kissed you roughly. At first, you were confused and just let her kiss you, but eventually you fell into the fast-paced rhythm set by her.

Both yours and her lips crashed against each other almost violently, her hand snaked behind you to grab your ass and squeeze it which earned a moan from you.

"You like that, huh?" Elena teased, doing it again to hear your little moan of pleasure. She pulled away from the kiss with a smirk, clearly enjoying being in charge.

"Yeah," you replied softly, as she now moved to lay you down and moving herself on top of you whilst kissing down your neck.

"Good," she said before nipping a hickey into your neck.

You loved everything she was giving you, ensuring that you lapped up all the attention she was giving you. After two whole years of pining for her, it felt like a dream come true... or just a strange dream. Even so, you'd ensure that you were enjoying all of it.

Elena eventually got bored of playing with your neck and so she moved down and pressed kisses up your thighs, which resulted in some whines from you.

"You don't like the teasing, do you?" She said sympathetically, "I'll put an end to your suffering if you promise me one thing,"

You looked up into her doe eyes with so much lust and passion that she had to repress a moan, "which is?"

"You don't cum until I tell you too," you nodded eagerly, knowing that wouldn't be hard to do. "Good girl," she cooed as she pressed kisses up your legs, pulling down your shorts too.

Once your shorts were at your knees, she moved and took them off, tossing them to somewhere in the room. You didn't care where, after all you wouldn't need them now... and hopefully not for a while.

She grinned and leaned in to kiss you, once her lips were on yours you eagerly kissed her back. Though, you let out an involuntary moan at the fingers that were lodged inside of you, causing your eyes to roll back in your skull as your back arched slightly off the bed.

"God," you moaned out, not caring about where her lips were as she kept finger-fucking you.

"Not exactly," she whispered onto your lips, finding them again with ease.

She kept moving her fingers in and out of your tight hole, the pace was fast and you were sure that you'd cum soon. Especially since you could smell the hyper-feminine smell that reeked of Elena Gilbert, which only intensified your emotions.

"E—Elena," you moaned out, "im—"

"Hold it," she interrupted, then breaking your kiss and watching as a string of saliva appeared as she pulled away.

She then grinned and moved her head down, ignoring your confused words before she moved so her arms were pinning your hips down. Head between your legs.

She looked up at you with those brown eyes and spoke, "be a good girl, darling," before going down on you.

It felt like she had been starved for years, only wanting to eat you. Or maybe it was that you were her last meal, the only thing she could savour. It was all the same to you, it felt like heaven.

Each flick of her tongue felt like heaven, and each moan you made only spurred her on.

It didn't take long before your hands gripped her ponytail, pushing her further into your core.

"Please,"

She looked up at you upon your plea, your juices and a smirk covered her mouth, "fine, come for me. It won't be the last time,"

And so you waited until she went down on you again, and came for her. She lapped up all your juices, pulling out another orgasm from you.

Once you were finished, she got off you and said, "your turn to please me,"

And so you complied, as always. After this sleepover, you hoped that you'd get this again. Because, not only was Elena a goddess in bed, but she was also hosted the best sleepovers.