manipulative | deerington contact.

[ 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?

( he's panting when he pulls away from neck, face stained red but her words get through to him. he leans over her shoulder for a kiss, sharing her blood before he wraps a tighter arm around her and pumps his hips harder again, bruising and rough.

if she was anyone else, it would be painful but he knows he can do this and it'll still feel good for her, for him, for them both. his breath gusts out of him and he drops his head down to her shoulder now, focusing on his hips and her cunt and his cock now. he can still smell her blood and it tempts him but he doesn't put his mouth on her neck.

he just wants to fuck her until she can't stand up. that's all he wants right now. )

[ it's the fact that when presented with a choice, stefan chooses to rise above any ripper tendencies that linger beneath the surface. she can nudge him off of her easily with an elbow if he thinks to latch onto her neck and tear into it, but she doesn't want to rely on her strength to control him. it has to be stefan to do that. it has to be stefan who chooses. being his choice over his predatory cravings is enough to make her shudder and would be to make her come if she wasn't to hellbent on making him come first.

she lets her hand in his hair drop so she can paw at his hip. she tries to lean her head towards where he rests against her shoulder, but katherine ultimately bows her own, letting her hair fall in front of her face. arching into him, she moves her hand from his hip and tries to smack his ass. her release may be within arm's reach, but she's already come and wants him to finally let go. ]

Come on, Stef. [ she doesn't even know where her voice comes from; his thrusts are hard enough to knock the breath out of her. ]

( his release is closer than she might think. really, as soon as he'd bitten into her neck, everything had started to uncoil quickly. the smack against his ass makes him shiver and he thrusts into her harder in reaction.

fingers digging into her skin, he rakes them back, making lines against her skin that'll heal but bleed just a bit for the moment. when she bows forward, he's able to slide into her deeper still, grinding down hard against her when his hips were snug against her ass.

it doesn't take that long from there. he presses into her again and again until he comes with a shout of her name, sharp and low. he holds onto her as it happens, shaking against her back and still trying to thrust forward to get every last bit of feeling out of it. )

[ no matter what he does, he feels so fucking good. katherine thinks to smack him again, but there's no chance to—he gets rougher and she finds that her desire to try and spur him onward dies with each of his thrusts. she enjoys the feel of him pressing hard against her and trying to be as close to her as humanly possible. she tries to widen her legs without losing her balance or making him lose his rhythm and ensures to keep her moans as loud as her heart thrumming in his ears.

reaching back to palm whatever he can of his arm, katherine tilts her head to the side and holds herself upright to support him while he presses against her and shakes. with a hand flat on his vanity, she's certain that the mere press of her palm is enough to leave a crack in it. she's certain all of her is going to be covered in purple soon, from her thighs to her hands, neck and torso, but it's nothing in comparison to the crack he must've felt when he pulled away from her still-bloodied neck.

breathing hard, she spares a glance at them in the mirror, seeing how her face is completely flushed and her hair an absolute mess, then she turns her head to try and see him. quietly, ] Stefan. [ then she laughs lightly, sounding slightly sheepish, ] I think I cracked your sink.

That's okay.

( he's fine with it. he can hire someone to come over and repair the cracked sink but right now, he has something else on his mind and it's not the fact that the smell of her blood is still in his nose and overwhelming him and he's still resisting biting her again.

he breathes shakily and cranes his neck a bit to look at her. )

Do you want to — ( stefan reaches around her, hand snaking down because she's come once but he knows he can probably get her there again. )

[ looking at him from the corner of her eye, she catches his hand in hers and presses it against her abdomen. ] I'm fine. [ while she would love to have all of his attention on her again and come because of his fingers or mouth, katherine finds that she doesn't have the intense craving for it. he's already made her come; getting him off had been her objective, and she thinks she's gotten far more than that out of it.

leaning back against him, she makes a noise when she feels him shift slightly inside of her. with a smile, ] I think we should spare your house from crumbling even more tonight, don't you think?

Okay.

( he nods, using the arm around her waist to hug her to him. he sighs, leaning against her back and dropping his forehead down to her shoulder. he's tired but not overly so. he's emotionally cleaned up but being able to be with her tonight has helped. )

Do you want to come back to bed with me?

( he really hopes so. he doesn't want to be alone tonight. )

Yes.

[ she says it with no hesitation. of course she'll come back with him. there's no other place she'd rather be, even if he hadn't had his mother appear and possibly put him in a weirder place mentally and emotionally. she doesn't want to leave him alone unless he requests it, and even if he does, she'd take his couch or sleep in another room.

she does pull him to her in her own effort to hug him. she turns to face him as best she can and uncharacteristically kisses the top of his head. ] Take me to bed, Stefan. [ then she smiles, amused. ] Unless you'd like me to carry you.

No, that's fine. I can — ( he steps back, sliding out of her and shivering. he puts a hand on her shoulder and then pushes himself away again, giving them some distance. he stretches and then gets a look at her.

she's bleeding and black and blue and he starts to apologize but stops himself just as the words are coming out. he laughs and rubs at his mouth before shaking his head. )

Come on. ( he reaches for her hand, pulling her close and draping that arm over her shoulders. ) Let's go to bed.

[ she will never get used to him embracing her like this. katherine's surprised for only a moment before she steps into him and wraps her arm around his waist, pressing herself more closely to him. she's not going to spend this time wondering and questioning it and ultimately pushing him away when she can have him close and touching her just like this.

he wants to pull her into him, and she's not intending to step out of his embrace.

she walks slowly, trying to waken her muscles from staying in such a tight and tense position. her entire body feels sore, but katherine isn't going to complain. all she does is groan when she starts walking. ]

My hips are going to be so sore in a few hours. [ she laughs, reaching to palm the arm hanging around her shoulders. ] Don't say sorry. I like it.

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