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[ as long as stefan's focusing on how good he feels and not what transpired tonight, then she thinks that's a win. all she wants is for him to feel good. ignore what his father said, not focus on how he'd felt seeing him and what had happened after—she selfishly wants him to think and focus on the now.

she smiles around him, ascending along the length of him so that she can kiss and then suck the head of his cock. she moves her hand along the length of him, peering up at him for a moment. his racing heartbeat and moans are the only encouragement she needs to know that he's feeling as good as she wants him to.

shifting where she's straddling his legs, katherine holds him at his base again and lowers her mouth down upon him slowly, taking him much deeper than she did before. remembering how it seemed to drive him a little crazy, she descends upon him until his cock hits the back of her throat. ]

Fuck.

( stefan isn't usually one to curse but that just calls for it. she takes him in deep deep deep until he hits the back of her throat and he squirms and shivers, hips lifting a tiny bit off the head.

his hands scrabble at the sheets, trying to find something to grip onto while he fights against the urge to thrust into her mouth. he doesn't want to hurt her or choke her. )

Katherine, fuck. God.

( that's what she's reduced him to. )

[ god, his reactions are everything.

katherine moves up the length of him so she can breathe for a moment and smiles, wrapping her tongue around him. she takes him in deeply again, letting him hit the back of her throat. as tempted as she is to make him come this way, she only wants to torture him first.

there'll be another time for him to mingle her name with his expletives, and she most certainly wants him to say fuck again. ]

God.

( the word strains out of him as he arches again, unable to help himself. he grabs at the sheets hard, feeling the threads ripping before he let's go and pats them down so he doesn't shred his bedding.

she was going to kill him if she kept this up but god, he's fine with that. this would be his ideal way to go though he doesn't think she's going to let him just have this.

it's too easy and she seems like she has more planned than just this. but if it is just this, he doesn't even care. )

[ she needs to table this for later or else she's not going to be able to follow through with what she has planned for him. it's very simple: she has a feeling that him coming with her mouth around his cock will be pleasurable enough, but not the thing he needs after a night like this. it's not something she needs after what's transpired.

but she does stay still as he moves within her, then she's letting him slowly slide out of her mouth. wiping her lips with the back of her hand, she breathes hard as she curves one hand around his cock again and the other against his hipbone. she doesn't waste any time in shifting herself up his body.

lifting herself on her knees, she looks down and aligns his cock with her cunt before she slowly sheathes him. ]

Katherine, Katherine.

( he arches into her, gasping and scrabbling for her hips. he hadn't expected her to do this but he realizes now he should have.

it takes him a second to get his breath back but when he does, he peers up at her, something undefinable. )

You feel so good. ( but she always does. this is something they're always going to be good at. )

[ katherine doesn't move as she takes him in, allowing herself to adjust to having his cock inside of her. she has both of her hands on his abdomen as she moves along him until her hips are flushed with his.

she reaches for his hands on her hips and keeps them there for a moment, breathing out shakily and trying not to moan. ]

So do you. [ she hates how breathless that comes out, but she only wraps her fingers around his hand a little harder.

then she lets go of one of his hands so she can return her palm to his abdomen to steady herself, and then she slowly swivels her hips, moaning at how he feels when she moves against him. ]

( they were always so good at this. it was always electric and amazing when they came together and stefan was addicted to it by now.

he squeezes her hand, getting a foot flat on the bed so he can use it to lift up, to try and drive himself a little deeper and harder into her when she presses down.

when her hips meet his, he moans and then she moves, rotating a bit and taking his breath almost entirely away. he manages to gasp and tighten his grip on her hand but that's all. )

[ katherine had every intention of fucking herself on him so he could enjoy watching her be insatiable for him, but it seems like stefan, as usual, has other plans. this is meant to be something for him, to show him that someone wants him despite every little thing and person that has and does tell him otherwise.

she grinds down against his hips, wanting to feel him go impossibly deeper inside of her. tilting her head back slightly, her lips part and she moans, breath hitching as she feels him shift and move within her. she can't catch her breath or composure with how her clit rubs against the base of him. she tries to push down further to chase that sensation.

gripping his hand tightly, she moves her other hand behind her to blindly grab at his leg. she licks her lips and peers down at him. ] Don't you ever leave.

I won't. I promise I won't.

( there's nowhere else he wants to go but right here with her, in this place, in any other place. he wants to be here and he wants to be like this.

he pants her name over and over again, wishing he could sit up and kiss that promise against her lips or moan it against her skin but he can just squeeze her hand and arch his hips into hers. )

This is where I want to be.

( and he means it. his tone is breathless an rough but genuine, sincere. he's not lying. )

[ promises extend only so far, but considering how the few promises he's given her are ones he's kept, katherine can't doubt him. she won't let herself right now, not when he's gone through hell and somehow pulled himself back.

all she wants is to feel him as a stark reminder that he's here. although she highly hopes she wouldn't have lost him tonight, there was a good chance that perhaps she would've. and although stefan most likely isn't hers to lose, she has never really cared for those types of rules.

planting her hand on his chest, she leans forward and uses the angle to pull herself up along his cock before she descends again, closing her eyes as she relishes in the feel of him. she doesn't care about the sounds she's making—she does it again, lifting herself up to only bury him to the hilt inside of her. ]

( katherine closes her eyes but stefan doesn't. e takes advantage of her not being able to see him to watch her. to take in all her reactions to him, to see how heavily she breathes when she moves down on his dick and how her mouth tips open when she moves up.

he watches the muscles strain in her belly and arm when she tenses and shifts and he takes in her hair falling over her shoulders and around her as she moves. )

Be with me, Katherine. Just be with me.

( it's all he wants. )

[ that's a dangerous request. but she's already there—all she wants is to be with him, and while it's oftentimes far scarier than she'd like to admit, she lets herself have it now. she grinds down against him, whimpering at how he fits and feels inside of her, and drags her nails down his abdomen so she can grip his hipbone.

it's still not enough.

opening her eyes, she looks down at him. ]

Come up.

[ as much as she likes seeing stefan on his back and beneath her, he's too far away. she knows she has to shift and move so he can. she does—pulling herself slightly off of him until she's elevated herself on her knees and pushes herself completely off of him so he can sit up while she's loosely straddling him. ]

( come up, she asks. it's not an easy request to fulfill because she's riding him so hard and all he wants to do is let her take him apart but he listens.

he uses one hand to push himself up into a sitting position and then wraps both his arms around her waist, looking up at her in wonder. )

Like this?

( or does she want him to be closer? be in a different spot? kiss her, hug her, whatever she wants, he'll do. )

Mhm. [ she nods.

she easily lowers herself back to where she had been seated, opening her legs so that she can feel him slide right back inside of her. she does slide her hand between them so that she can guide him into her cunt, and curves her fingers around his shoulders as she sinks back down with a very shaky breath.

she shifts her legs so she can try and get comfortable with her knees straddling his sides.

peering down at him, she glides her hands from his shoulders to the back of his neck. ] I just want you close. Is that okay?

It's okay.

( it's more than okay, actually. stefan reaches up to take her face in his hands and bring her down against him, breathing against her mouth and then managing to kiss her lightly while she settles on him and he slides back inside of her.

god, it's so good. he pants, holding her closer and making sure to keep his eyes open so he can see her. )

It's always going to be okay. ( he's always going to want this with her now. )

[ as much as she tells herself it shouldn't be okay, katherine wants it to be. right now, she's grateful that it is.

pressing down as hard as she can against his hips, she rolls hers and gasps against his mouth. gripping the back of his neck with one hand, she slides her other into his hair so she can tug at it. she grinds down against him, uncaring that she's gasping and moaning against his mouth. she doesn't press forward to kiss him, far too distracted by how he feels inside of her and how her clit rubs against him if she shifts and angles herself in a particular way. ]

I'm not going to leave you. [ she grips his hair to reinforce it, tilting her head slightly away from him as she closes her eyes and gyrates upon him. ]

Katherine, Katherine, Katherine —

( he chants her name every time she bears down on him, every time she gasps and holds him tighter, every time she tugs on his hair. she's all he can think about and all he can see. she fills his mind and he can't imagine it any other way. )

Please don't.

( he's so tired of being left behind, of having to be strong when all he wants to do is be held and be wanted. )

I'm yours.

( yes, that slips out. his guard is down, his defenses low and he's open and bare to her and that slips out. )

[ that does cause her to pause in her movements. it's the one thing she's heard before coming from those lips and it's the very thing she both desires and dreads. right now, it's all the former—this evening had been terrifying with giuseppe possibly taking stefan away once again. katherine hadn't quite realised just how deeply he's burrowed beneath her skin until she had him collapsing and boneless against her.

she brings her hands to his face, cupping his cheeks. brushing her thumb over the apple of one, she shifts her hips and only moves gently against him. she thinks she sees him for who he is for one of the very few times she's gotten to.

bowing her head, she closes the distance and slopes her mouth against his. she may not be able to repeat it back with words, but she hopes that he can feel it in the shape of her mouth against his. she shifts her hips and tries to fuck him again, wanting to feel him inside of her and have him realises he's definitely not going anywhere. ]

( stefan knows that that's a lot to say. they've never really talked about what they are, if they're anything, and they've never labeled this whole thing. they've just...fallen into it and it's been good.

but he doesn't regret what he's said. he means it. he's sincere. he feels like he's hers even if there's no official label on this whole thing.

she pauses and he can tell she's caught off guard. he thinks maybe he's going to have to explain but she just strokes his face and then kisses him, hips moving harder.

he moans against her mouth, sure he's going to come apart any second now if she keeps doing that. )

[ she doesn't tilt her face away from his as she moves harder against him. she doesn't pull herself up his cock to impale herself on him again. she can't fathom even thinking of doing it. all she does is roll her hips as hard as she can as if she can take him far deeper than he already is. she knows that after all of this, her hips are going to be bruised for a few hours—and so are his, and it's the only blemish on him that she'll accept.

keeping one of her hands on his face, she lets her other glide back into his hair. it's far too easy for her to get lost in the feel of his body against and beneath hers and the sound of his heart almost racing her own. her tight control on every wall she has that comes to stefan starts to break down.

against his mouth she whispers, ] Обичам те. [ and follows it with a hard jerk of her hips and louder panting as she seeks to rub her clit against him. ]

( stefan wants to ask what she's just whispered to him, wants to know if it's good or bad or something that she can't or won't say to him in english.

but then she bears down hard on him and stefan's breath leaves him as he comes with a shout against her mouth, body tensing and arms tightening around her.

he knows he says her name over and over, holding hr while his orgasm rips through him and makes him shudder and shiver. )

[ katherine palms his back as he comes, shifting her hips so that he can ride it out. it seems like every time they come together like this, he seems to lose just one layer of self-control with her. she takes a little mercy on him, keeping her hip movements gentle so she can avoid causing him any discomfort.

she nips at his bottom lip, then starts to kiss beneath his jaw and along his neck. she removes her hand from his hair so she can slide it between them to try and rub herself. it's a little difficult with how tightly pressed together they are, but she doesn't mind—she can feel the muscles of his abdomen contract against her fingertips, something she hasn't quite gotten to enjoy over the last few weeks. ]

Sorry.

( that he'd come first, that he hadn't been able to hold on for her. he reaches down, moving her hand away from her and trying to his fingers against her, rubbing roughly against her clit while still trying to move inside of her as best he can despite having already come. )

Come on, Katherine. ( his voice is still rough, wrecked from his release and the words they'd said while they'd both been enjoying each other but he's determined to make her come too. )

[ if he hadn't slapped her hand away to rub at her clit himself, she'd ask him what the hell he's sorry for. instead, any ability to form words disperses at his touch and the movement of his hips against her own.

she nips at his neck, unable to really focus on the action of kissing the column of his throat. her hands grip at him as she feels herself get closer. it's his hands and his hips and the mere fact he's not content to lay sprawled beneath her while she's still working herself up to her orgasm that has her body flushing and tightening.

curling around him and burying her face into his shoulder, katherine comes with a muffled cry. she accidentally grazes her teeth against his neck and bears down hard on his hips as she grips him tightly to her. ]

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