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[ good, he doesn't apologise. if he did, she thinks she'd pull away from him and make it a point not to suck him off if he says sorry one more time. there's nothing to apologise for if he's having a good time, which is exactly the point she's trying to make.

she moans when he tugs on her hair, wanting him to be just a little rougher. she imagines that might be asking a lot from him—stefan is always in control, always aware of his own strength and how he can hurt someone if he's not careful. but katherine trusts him now not to hurt her, even though he's the one in the most vulnerable position. so, she simply pushes up into his fingers as best she can while having his cock in her mouth, trying to encourage him to keep going.

she doesn't take him as deeply as she did before, moving along him so that she can glide her tongue against him. a part of her wants him to beg for it, and another just wants to feel him grip her hair for purchase. she grips the back of his leg with her other hand, digging her fingers in hard enough to leave a few bruises. ]

( he doesn't know if he's ready to completely let go of his control with her yet. he trusts her and he knows she can stop him from hurting her but so soon after the ripper binge means he's keeping extra tight control over things like that.

he shudders, back bowing as his hips thrust forward. he might not want to lose complete control but he doesn't stop himself from being a little rough and thrusting his hips forward in the hopes that she'll be able to handle it.

the hand in her hair tightens and he uses it to bring her against him, shuddering when he slides back into her mouth and hits the back of her throat. he holds himself there, panting hard before loosening his grip and letting her hair go. )

[ jesus christ. if katherine could actually swear as she is right now, she would. she doesn't expect him to pull her along his cock, but when he does she moans before she goes quiet, holding her breath before she can let some of him slide out of her mouth. her cunt aches for her to touch herself, but she keeps her hand on the back of his thigh to steady herself and just in case he needs either encouragement or discouragement from his impulses.

she pulls away from his cock until she only has his head between her lips, then she slides her tongue over his slit to feel him buck and hear him moan. her hand glides along the slickness of him as she pulls away from him, removing her hand from his thigh to wipe the back of it against her wet mouth.

she can only imagine what her hair looks like when she looks up at him. she's breathing hard, her chest heaving, and she keeps herself sitting as she is. ] Do you want to keep fucking my mouth?

[ maybe it's unfair to ask him such a question when her hand's still working him, but katherine has never been fair to begin with. ]

( the answer to that question is both yes and no. yes, because it feels so good and he could come so easily because she knows how to work him but no because he wants more. he wants her and he wants to be inside of her especially tonight, especially after everything.

so, he shakes his head dumbly but before she can think he's rejecting or wanting her to stop, he manages to find his voice. )

I do but not tonight. Tonight, I want — ( he reaches down, trying to encourage her to stand up. he doesn't know if there's anything to break in this bathroom but he doesn't care.

he wants her so much right now. he wants to wrap himself around her and be inside her and feel like someone's finally not going to turn their backs and walk away. )

[ good, because while she's happy to stay on the floor and blow him, she wants him to grip her a lot harder than he'll allow himself to do when she's on her knees and he only has her hair to hold onto.

katherine drops her hand from him and pushes herself to stand, feeling it's a clumsy ascension but one that doesn't have her stumbling and breaking anything else of his. it's only an instinctual habit to brush her hand through her hair, knowing that it's not pristine and perfect as she usually likes it to look thanks to his hands. but it's a self-conscious habit, one that she drops as soon as she looks at his face.

touching her hand to his chest, she leans in to kiss his neck, pressing her entire body against his. if he wants to move her, then he can—the only person she's holding onto is him. murmuring into his neck, ] What do you want, Stefan? Tell me.

( stefan both hates and loves that question. right now, he hates it because it's so hard to make any kind of decision that isn't mindless babble when she's pressed up against him like that and he loves it because he knows just about anything he says she's going to agree to do.

he takes a second to just savor the closeness though, to enjoy her lips on his neck and the settle himself down before he covers her hand with his own. )

Turn around.

( she'd mentioned that downstairs and he'd been a little morose not to be able to do because she was already on his table but now his table was broken and he was getting another chance to use that idea. )

[ she knows no matter what she does that her heart's going to pound very hard and loudly in her chest and will give her away despite her attempts to play it cool. she'd suggested that as a way for him to have possibly have saved his table, but hadn't expected him to really remember her saying it in a bid to rile him up. but here she was, naked with him in his bathroom and he's telling her to turn around.

for one moment, she does think to make it difficult for him, but she saves that for another time.

pulling away from his neck, katherine does turn around, but she does it in her own way by pressing her back to his front. she pulls one of his hands across her chest as a way to anchor herself to him and possibly make it just a little difficult for him to think as clearly as he might've been before.

she smiles, very much like the cat that caught the canary. ] Happy? [ she does hate how husky that comes out. ]

Yeah.

( yeah, he's very happy and he knows he's not going to be able to tease and taunt her for very long because after having her mouth on him, he knows what he wants but he can't not take advantage of the position she's put them in.

with the hand she's pulled across her chest, he reaches for her breast and palms it, kneading easily with his fingers before pressing himself hard against her ass.

yeah, he's very happy. maybe she can't hear it in his voice but he is. he's very pleased with things right now. )

[ she arches into his hand on her breast and into his hips, sighing as she digs her nails into his arm. she could have him touch her like this if she was a masochist (which she is), but she's a little tired of waiting for him. over a century is a very long time to wait for a boy to notice her.

but she enjoys him naked at her back, holding her to him like he doesn't want to ever let her go again, and she ensures to press back into him to remind him that she has no desire to be anywhere else.

unable to help herself, she rolls her hips very slowly back against him. her other hand going to his hip as if he needs the encouragement to stop teasing them both.

breathlessly, ] Come on, Stefan.

( she doesn't need to worry, he hadn't intended on teasing for long. he nudges her legs apart a bit and then reaches down to take his cock in his hand, stepping closer to her. he can't help but himself against her ass one more time before he starts nudging himself against her, trying to push in slowly since he's not sure how sensitive she still is.

he presses in and leans down, dragging his mouth along the wound on her back, licking up some of her blood while he pushes in as far as he can do.

and so, they're doing this again. the first time was supposed to have been a one time thing but it looks like they were going to break their own rules. maybe he should have been stronger or better and been able to deal with his mother without leaning against someone but he's not.

and he wants her. he just wants her. )

[ who needs rules? besides them. this can sit outside of their unspoken rules. it's an extenuating circumstance, meeting your estranged mother again and receiving an uncomfortable sort of closure with her. although she knows sex won't exactly heal that wound, all she can hope is that this physical connection and emotional intimacy is enough to remind stefan that he's wanted.

wanted enough to forgo keeping things friendly, even though this technically fits under "blowing off some steam."

katherine's breath hitches and she shivers when he presses into her ass, but relaxes for only a moment before she heeds his nudging and widens the opening her legs. blindly, she reaches for the wall, feeling like she's going to miss it by a longshot, but thankfully a small step means that she can at least rest her hand against it.

moaning, her body trembles as he enters her. she feels sensitive from coming earlier, and a little sore and bruised from the fall from the table, but it all still feels so delicious and good that she honestly does not care. her only problem is how she's going to comfortably move against him. as talented as she is, she doesn't particularly want to use the wall for leverage this time.

glancing over her shoulder, she breathes out, ] I need to lean on the sink, Stef.

[ that means a nice little reshuffle of where they're standing. she imagines he might have some fun with that. ]

Right, okay.

( he maybe should have thought of that before he'd pressed into her but he's not going to slip out now that he's there. she's too warm and too wet and she feels too good after he's felt so ripped open due to his mother's visit. he wraps an arm around her and gives his hips a jerk forward, trying to propel her towards the sink. )

Come on, walk.

( before he just pulls her down onto the ground and fucks her that way. but that's going to hurt both their knees so he exhibits some control and tries to help her move forward, closer to the sink. )

[ when he jerks forward, her entire body shudders and her breath catches in her chest. gripping his arms very tightly, katherine leans her head back against his shoulder for a moment to try and catch her breath. ]

So bossy. [ she laughs that out.

when she does start to try and walk, she can't help but laugh. it's so absurd and so strange, and yet feels really good despite that to have him inside of her while she tries to manoeuvre over to the sink. with half a mind to tell him to get onto the bathroom floor, she persists. she can always have him down there later.

she has no idea how she manages to get to the sink and curve her fingers around the edge of the vanity, but she does. her entire body's tense as she tries not to grip his vanity too hard to make it crack. she angles herself so he can easily thrust into her... whenever he chooses to do that.

with a noticeable inhale to try and steady her breathing, she arches her back and moves her hips against him, watching him in the mirror to see his reaction. ]

( he really hopes she doesn't pull his sink off the wall because he's never been great with plumbing and pipe work. so, hopefully that strength of hers translate to him and not his sink.

stefan stutter steps over there with her, waiting until she was bent over and gripping the white tile before he adjusts himself, grabbing onto her hips and pulling his hips all the way out before thrusting forward, hands digging in hard to her hips.

he bends himself over her, pressing his front to her back though he doesn't intend to stay like that. he just wants to feel her from head to toe and while he's completely inside of her. )

Katherine. ( his voice is low, rough and full of want for her. )

[ maybe she should've made him drop them to the floor. what's a few bruised kneecaps to her potentially ripping out his sink? katherine knows she won't, ensuring that her strength remains tense in her arms and doesn't travel any further. she's already paying for his kitchen table.

she can't help but cry out when he leaves her completely to only thrust back inside of her. bowing her head, she digs her heels more firmly into his floor and widens her legs for him. she reaches an arm across her chest to blindly try to touch and grip his shoulder or any part of him that's close enough for her to touch. she wants to hold him to her for only a moment, feeling his weight against her spine, and him physically connected to her in every single way possible. her entire body trembles from the feel of him inside of her and the anticipation of him moving against her.

she sighs out, ] Stefan. [ then she rolls her hips into him to encourage him to move. remembering what had possibly been the beginning of his table's destruction, she moans out, ] Please.

( the only possibly bad thing about being behind her is that he can't kiss her as easily as he could if they were face to face or if she was underneath him. he can still reach over her shoulder and try and catch a messy kiss from her, though.

he digs his hands into her hips hard, nails scraping roughly against her skin before he does what they both want and moves. he doesn't hesitate to move hard, thrusting his hips hard enough to push her into the sink.

she might end up a little bruised there but he'll be sure to apologize and help her out if she's sore. but he thinks she'll like a little pain so he doesn't hesitate to find and fall into that bruising rhythm of pull out nearly all the way and then thrusting into her deeply, rocking her against his sink and licking at the curve of her shoulder. )

[ kissing him from this position is a complete mess, especially when he chooses to move inside of her. katherine doesn't even try to make it a successful one, tilting her head back and into him to let him do whatever it is he wants, all the while distracted by the weight of him against her.

letting him push her into the sink, katherine's feet shift on the floor and her hands against the lip of it as she moans. it's hard to fuck him back like this, but she pushes her hips into him as best she can to try and get him to thrust her against it again. maybe she should try making an actual effort in not destroying his sink... but she lets him fuck her as hard as he wants, tilting her head back. her legs shake with how she tries to keep herself steady for him to rock into.

all she wants is for him to just take her. let go, dig his nails into her skin until it tears, push her into his vanity until she's trapped between him and it. she doesn't care how hard and rough he is; she knows he'll make sure she has just of a good time as him. all she wants is for him to let the fuck go.

so, voice firm, ] Harder.

( harder. he can do harder. he can do harder and he does. the only thing is that he continues to hold some parts of himself back because he still thinks if he goes too far, he'll hurt her or he'll lose control or something else.

but, he does let go of one of her hips, reaching past her to grip onto the sink so he can pull himself into her, using the leverage to bring him deeper into her with every single movements of his hips.

his teeth graze against her shoulder and neck like he wants to bite but he doesn't do that either, focusing on the way it feels to be inside of her and how hot she is and how she clenches around him every so often.

he shudders, saying her name over and over again. )

[ she anticipates a bite that doesn't come. she whines in the back of her throat, wanting to feel his teeth sink into her neck or shoulder like they'd punctured her bloodied wrist.

pushing her hips up to his to try and meet every thrust, she grips his sink so hard she thinks she can feel and hear it creak. moving her hands roughly from the edge to flatten one on its surface and the other on the top of his hand on his vanity, she bows her head and arches her back in the hopes of not only saving his vanity from being broken but pushing herself more firmly into him.

all she can hear is the slap of his skin against hers. she knows her thighs are going to be bruised when this is all over, and so she wants him to push into her harder. trying to dig her nails into the vanity's surface and thread her fingers clumsily with his, she moans and tries to look at him past her torso, but there's no point with her head bowed so low.

she all but growls, ] Bite me.

Are you — are you sure?

( maybe one day he won't double check with her. even if he knows that katherine's not going to tell him to do anything that she's not sure of, he's still the slightest bit leery of overdoing it even with her.

so, while the movement of his hips doesn't falter and he can hear the crack and shift of plaster that indicates his sink is going to end up trashed if they're not careful, he doesn't sink his teeth into her neck even if he wants to.

he presses his nose right against the vein though, sensing the pulse of blood beneath the skin and the way her heart races. his mouth waters with the want to bite her and bite her roughly. )

[ even though she knows he's definitely not intentionally teasing her, she feels so frustrated that he hesitates now. when she thinks he's going to bite her, he grazes. tilting her head to the side, she tries to elongate her neck as her affirmation that she is so sure. she's never been sure of anything more in her life.

bucking her ass up into him a bit too harshly, she grips his hand as painfully as she can so that he can feel just how much she wants him to bite her. she trusts him more than anyone. she trusts him to be able to bite her and not lose control. she trusts him not to rip her throat out because it would kill him to do so if he went back on his word about not wanting to hurt her like everyone else has.

she's at her most vulnerable yet again, and he trusts him to take care of her. ]

More than anything. [ it's hard to get any of those syllables out when she's anticipating him thrusting his cock deeper inside of her and his teeth into her neck. ]

( stefan almost slips and says something that he doesn't think either of them are ready for. nothing too serious, too deep but definitely something more personal than should be said right now when he's taking her from behind in his bathroom.

so, he pushes the words back down and busies his mouth with doing the exact thing she's asked for: he bites her. his fangs dig deep into her, feeling the blood flow over his teeth and his lips, feeling ti slide down his chin and onto his neck and her shoulder.

he keeps his mouth attached there while he moves, thrusting into her sharply and deeply each time, trying to time with every press of his teeth harder into her and every thump of her heart.

he can feel sweat beading on his brow but he keeps going. he has to keep going. )

[ when he bites down into her neck, katherine gasps and feels her entire body tense. she hadn't been expecting him to do it, suspecting his hesitation was his way of communicating he wasn't ready for it. it's painful and feels so good at the same time and she feels her entire body still as his teeth sink into her skin and vein. the hand on top of his almost grips his fingers to a crushing extent before she lets up, giving into him thrusting into her from behind.

despite her arm holding her against the sink wanting to buckle, katherine keeps it elongated and strong to hold her up, pushing her back more firmly against his warm chest. her moaning intensifies as her breath hitches and breathing becomes shallower. her entire body feels hot from the way his fangs only sink in deeper. it's only for a moment that she doesn't realise what he's doing, timing his teeth and thrusts together. that realisation elicits a whimper from her that only gets cut off by her panting.

she pushes into his hips, feeling his cock slide deeper inside of her. he has to be buried to the hilt by now with how she tries to merge the front of his hips with the back of her thighs. she holds herself against him, wanting him to thrust harder into her to get her to straighten so he can control the depth of his thrusts and her. ]

Stefan... [ she can feel blood trickle down her shoulder and along her collarbone, but she doesn't care. her train of thought disappears along with her breath. ] Drink.

( he wants to do so much right now. he wants to drink from her, let her blood slide down his throat and revel in the taste and the smell and the fact that he could do this and not fear losing control. but he wants to keep fucking her too, he wants to pull her back up against him so the angle changes and he slides so deep that she has no choice but the gasp and squirm and writhe.

he drinks first because the blood is right there and he can't help himself. he drinks and drinks, catching the blood that flows from her wound but never stopping the rocking of his hips. he slows a bit, focusing more on her neck than anything but that's going to shove him closer to his own release and he knows it.

he knows that it won't be long once he's finished and he'll be chasing it while her blood stains his lips and teeth and his face stays as it truly is. )

[ maybe making him bite her mid-fuck was a mistake, given that his hips slow down and he's focused on drinking from her instead. but katherine still finds ecstasy even in that, feeling the sting of his teeth and her split skin while knowing he's still unable to help himself when it comes to her. it's her blood, her body, even her trust that has him slackening the reins of his self-control he holds so tightly.

not once does the think it's his incapability of controlling his bloodlust. stefan has his flaws, and that's most definitely one of them, but she doesn't think he'll so easily let himself lose control. if he loses control, he loses completely—he loses her, this, and every little promise he's made to himself.

panting and groaning, she lifts her hand from the vanity to blindly reach back to thread her fingers in his hair. the touch is light at first, unsure since she only has the mirror to guide her, and then her fingers grip his hair tightly to remind him of her impatience. ] Are you going to drain me or fuck me, Stefan?

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