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[agirlwithtoomuchf-ingtime]

Hi hi!! I LOVED your Terminator fic SO MUCH!! Would you ever write more of them??

omg omg thank you!! and absolutely :) i just have so many other works lined up and HORRIBLE writer’s block, but i could totally see something happening in the future. anyone specific??

[agirlwithtoomuchf-ingtime]

Disobedient - A Terminator x Reader Smut

[A/N]: Been dead for a while. Too many unfinished drafts to work on LMAO. I did that to myself, though.

Anyway- I'm not one to fall for robots or intelligent software. Wouldn't consider myself to be remotely near the category, but damn. This movie flipped a switch somewhere within me and now this story exists. Judge me all you want. I don't believe in God. (Please don't take that seriously lmfao I'm just fucking around)

LOL, hope some peeps enjoy this. I'm actually quite proud of it. I have some more works that are close to being finished, like a part two to the Mikael fic I have up (oh shiii-). Just a reminder that this is all purely imaginative and i wouldn't stand a chance against the characters I write about at all HAHA—

Warnings: heavy seggsy time (minors, dni.), oral (giving and receiving), angry sex undertones (if you squint. This is pretty tame tbh.)

Word Count: 5.6k (about average)

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“Stay here.” The Terminator says firmly, pressing you against the white wall of the building. You’ve always found a way to get in the machine’s crosshairs when a fight breaks out and it’s clear he’s getting fed up with it. You hear Sarah yell out to John in the distance. There’s a frantic tone in her voice and you know immediately that you’re not staying wherever he’s placed you.

“Whatever.” You grumble, leaning against the wall. He releases his grip on you, synthetic blue eyes boring into yours before he looks away and stomps off. You hear him cock his shotgun as he turns the corner. You pull out your handgun and wait for the sound of his weapon firing. As soon as you hear it, you whip around the corner and shoot at the T-1000 steadily making its approach to the T-800. It reacts to your bullets, temporarily getting stunned as the metal explodes its poly-alloy skin. The T-800 immediately snaps his head in your direction, an angry scowl seeming to form on his face. 

You ignore him as you spot Sarah running towards you in the distance, shielding her small son beneath her as they both sprint to the commotion. You make a break for them, popping a few more caps in the liquid metal’s ass as you pass by. 

“This way! Follow me!” You shout, pointing them in the opposite direction. They begin to follow you through the maze of hallways, practically running up your heels as you burst through a side entrance. 

“Let’s get in the car.” You say, fiddling the keys out of your pocket. You unlock it for the frazzled pair, letting them huddle together in the backseat. Just as you’re pulling out, you see the Terminator bust through the brick exterior of the burning edifice. He looks pissed. He quickly saunters over to the stolen vehicle, ripping open the driver’s side door and glaring at you.

“Move.” He orders, grabbing your left bicep and squeezing it painfully. You yelp when he yanks you out of the seat and stumble when you land, huffing at the cyborg as you rub your now possibly bruised muscle. The machine doesn’t spare a second glance, slamming the door shut behind him as he takes your place. You scoff as you walk over to the passenger side, quickly getting in to avoid engaging the T-1000 any further. 

The ride back is eerily quiet. There’s an obvious tension in the air that nobody wants to question. You lean against the window, watching the moon in the sky. It disappears as you head into the shithole you’re all camping out in. He slowly pulls the car forward, turning it off when it’s completely in the abandoned garage. You swing the door open, walking away from the car and into the furthest decaying room in the decrepit building. You drop your empty gun onto the table in the middle of the room, sitting heavily onto the dusty couch in the corner. The dust flies up as you flop onto the old cushions. You listen as distant footsteps make their way to their respective rooms, rolling your eyes when you hear a particular heavy pair approaching yours. As the T-800 enters your space, you swing your legs up across the couch and cross your arms. This is going to take a while judging by his agitated stance.

He walks up until he’s right in front of you, blue eyes glowering down at you. 

“You disobeyed a direct order, [Y/N].” The machine says sharply. You purse your lips, trying to bite back your frustration. It doesn’t work.

“I’m not useless you fucking idiot. I also have a gun. Just because you’ve had to swing in sometimes doesn’t mean that I can’t handle myself.” You snap, staring icily at the humanoid. You’re sick of him always pushing you away from the action. He narrows his eyes at you, a calculating look present in his gaze. 

“Since my previous attempts to hinder you without harming you have failed, I’m going to enact a different punishment on you.” He announces monotonously. A look of confusion overcomes your expression.

“What does that mean?” You ask, curious what the punishment is. You gasp when he firmly grabs your right forearm faster than you can blink, hoisting you up to your feet with ease.

“I’m going to have sexual intercourse with you.” The machine deadpans, watching your [e/c] eyes widen in surprise and your cheeks turn red. 

He didn’t just—

“Wh-What?” You sputter, feeling your face steadily growing hotter. 

“I’m going to—”

“I heard you the first time!” You shout incredulously, swiftly cutting off the Terminator’s sentence. He simply stares at you, seeming to gaze into your soul. Unable to help yourself, you look down to where his crotch would be before quickly flicking your eyes back to his. 

“C-Can you even- do you…?” You find it hard to muster the courage to ask, but the machine catches on to what you’re trying to say.

“Yes. I have very detailed files located in my CPU.” He looks down to his groin area, slowly looking back up at your flustered face.

“And yes. I do have the proper anatomy.” He tilts his head when your cheeks turn a shade darker due to embarrassment. His left hand comes up to touch your face, feeling the warmth.

“Why is your face so red?” The T-800 asks as he cups your right cheek. You swallow nervously.

“Embarrassment. You’ve caught me completely off guard.” You answer. His thumb strokes over your red flesh tenderly. He seems to drink in your features, memorizing the colors, temperatures and curvature of it all.

“H-How exactly is that a punishment?” You stutter anxiously, flexing your arm that is trapped in his firm grip. 

“I will render you immobile by the end of it without having to seriously injure you.” The machine responds nonchalantly. Your eyes widen for what seems like the hundredth time.

“Aren’t there any other methods you can try?” You spout, leaning your head back when he brings his face closer to yours. His eyes flick to your lips.

“You’ve rendered all of my other alternatives ineffective, [Y/N].” He says firmly, his cool breath brushing over your face. You feel conflicted. Your body is heating up to his advances, but you’re also unsure about this. Sarah and John are just across the old house.

“Bu-But John an-and Sar—”

“They are not your concern right now.” He interrupts before pressing his mouth against yours, fluidly pressing a hot kiss to your lips. You squeak against his fiery smooch, clutching on to his shoulders as he grabs you by the waist to pull you flush against his body. His lips move expertly against yours, a shiver rolling up your spine from how good they feel. The machine’s fleshy exterior oddly tastes just like a normal human’s would, your discovery proven further when he nips your bottom lip to slide his tongue into your mouth. You moan when you feel it brush against your own. His fingers trail up your spine as he continues to kiss you breathless, making your body shake at the sensation. A gasp is ripped from you when the Terminator bunches your hair at the back of your head into a fist and pulls you off his mouth suddenly. His artificial blue eyes search your flushed face as you pant, your fingers clenching the material of his shirt in a death grip.

“What are you doing?” You ask in between your staggered breathing. The machine doesn’t respond, running his eyes down your body. His free hand slides up your side, cupping your left breast through your shirt. He tilts his head curiously, squeezing the soft flesh. As he kneads it, you can feel your nipples begin to press against the fabric of your shirt. Damn you for not wearing a bra. The Terminator notices, rubbing his thumb over the sensitive nub. You inhale sharply as he does and his eyes snap to yours. For a being that is unable to produce emotions he sure is staring at you intensely. 

“I’m looking at your body reacting to me.” He says lowly, releasing his grip on your hair to grope your ass. He palms your right asscheek, the globe of flesh easily engulfed by his large hand. This presses your lower body against him harder and you find yourself letting out a small moan. Your cheeks burn as he looks at you again, seeming to process the noise you just made. His hand once again kneads your ass and he watches as you bite your lip. You’re finding it more difficult to separate from the T-800 as he continues to caress you, trying to figure out what makes you squirm. You can’t deny how hot it’s making you feel. 

“I want to kiss you again.” He states, looking confused about why he is saying that. You smile, your right hand coming up to touch the back of his thick neck. 

“Then kiss me.” You giggle, letting all your anxiety go as you meet him in the middle. You’ll admit that you have thought about the robot in an inappropriate light sometimes, but you always held back because it was certain he couldn’t reciprocate the feelings you had. You kiss him hungrily, guiding his hands to your hips and wrapping your arms around his neck. He grunts against your mouth, caught off guard by your sudden enthusiasm. His fingers dig painfully into the flesh of your hips. You roll yourself against him, feeling his muscled figure press against you. His usually rigid body softens for a second. The action is frighteningly human-like. 

“What was that?” The android asks softly, always curious to learn. You run your hand up the side of his face, your thumb caressing his angular cheek.

“I think that was the tension in your muscles leaving, making you relax.” You murmur against his mouth, feeling the cyborg clench and unclench your hips as he deciphers what that means. As he’s distracted, you manage to swing him around and sit him on the couch, quickly straddling him before he can protest.

“[Y/N]—“ You interrupt him by pressing your thumb over his lips. 

“No. You know nothing sex and I don’t want you to hurt me because you definitely can. Let me teach you a little at least.” You say heatedly to him, carefully running your thumb over his plump lips. His eyes narrow, an ever calculating look in them. After a few more moments of tense silence, the T-800 lays into the couch, signaling that you have free reign. 

“Fine.” He replies, watching as a smug smile crosses your lips.

“You have to learn to slow down and take in the moment.” You say quietly, lust lacing your tone. You lower yourself into his lap completely, gasping when you feel his hard lower anatomy against yours. You fist your hands around the shirt on his wide chest, pulling yourself tightly into him. 

“It’s called foreplay. Stuff you do before the actual act.” You whisper against his neck, beginning to grind your clothed pussy against his clothed dick. Your resounding moan has his hands coming up to hold the tops of your thighs. His fingers are twitching erratically though. A deep exhale leaves his body. You cock your head and repeat the motion again. This time his body shivers, like he’s being electrocuted. The robot squeezes your thighs to the point that you’re certain there will be bruises. A grunt of confusion leaves his artificial voice box. You giggle, nipping his jaw line. 

“Feel good?” You ask softly, resting completely still against him to entice him to do it himself. The male humanoid seems so confused, synthetic blue eyes searching yours.

“I don’t know.” He says flatly and you smile, carefully dragging his hands up to your hips. He grips them tightly.

“Then you try.” You mumble, resting against his chest while he tries to calculate his movements. He watches your face as he attempts to repeat the roll of your hips into his crotch. He nails it, pressing you deeper into him as his arousal rubs against yours. A growl rumbles through him and he continues to grind you against him as you moan. 

“Ah- fuck.” Your grip tightens around the material of his shirt. His precision is unmatched and you couldn’t get the words out to tease him.

“Am I doing this right?” He asks in his usual monotone voice, though there’s the slightest tinge of strain in it. You glare at him, a hitched breath following after he successfully glides against you again. His toneless voice is getting on your nerves. 

“You’re so annoying.” You manage to grit out, forcing yourself to take back over. The cyborg surprisingly lets you overpower him, his striking blue gaze studying your every movement. His eyes narrow scornfully as your words set in.

“I could say the same about you.” He snarks back, making you scowl at him. God– Why did he have to be so damn infuriating?! You tsk, moving to hop off of his lap. So what if he’s obviously stronger than you? It doesn’t give him the right to keep you away from danger you willingly throw yourself into. You grunt in pain when his fingers squeeze painfully into the meat of your hips, keeping you hovering over him. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” The machine asks menacingly, his stare reflecting his voice. You glare back, standing your ground.

“Away from you.” You hiss. “Let go of me.” 

The Terminator curls back his lips. It’s an animalistic act and it catches you wildly off guard. He’s never done that. He must be pissed. 

“Why are you so defiant?” He practically growls, his face looming closer to yours. 

“Why are you such an asshole?” You spit back, freezing when he thrusts his hips back up against yours. 

“You drive me insane.” He says hoarsely, like he’s almost sheepish to admit it. You open your mouth to retort back, but all that comes out is an unrestrained moan. The cyborg has latched his teeth on your earlobe, biting down with a bruising pressure that borderlines painful. It feels almost too good. He soon pulls away, softly kissing the same spot almost regretfully.

“It’s like my body knows what it’s doing before my mind does.” The Terminator admits quietly into your ear. You chuckle a bit at his honesty. 

“Then stop trying to think about it.” You reply, arching your back when you feel him squeezing your breast again. He hums low in his chest, adjusting so he’s lying beneath you. His eyes seem to admire your body on top of his, his hand still kneading your right tit as he looks up at you. 

“Show me how.” The machine asks softly, his contemplative gaze watching your every move. His voice is not as flat as it was before. You smile at him, planting your hands on his firm chest. Slowly, you begin by lazily rolling your hips against his own. His large hands traverse the expanse of your body, carefully squeezing each section to find what you like best. The cyborg finds you respond to your ass being touched the most. Squeezing each globe of flesh possessively, he begins to mimic your grinding with his own against your clothed pussy. You whine when you feel his hardness press against your clit with such confidence. He seems to perk up at that.

“Like this?” The machine asks gently, repeating the perfect roll of his hips yet again. It elicits another noise of pleasure from you and you nod your head.

“Y-Yes. Like that.” You tumble out, your fingers digging into his pectorals. He grunts in response, massaging your ass carefully into place so you’re now softly rocking against him in a more intimate rhythm. 

“Oh!” You cry out, not expecting the sudden change in pace and atmosphere. You feel your body heating up quicker than you anticipated, the Terminator’s dry humping proving to be more sensual than you would’ve imagined. It’s difficult to form words while he has you in this new position now, your stomach winding tighter and your voice raising higher. 

“H-Hey, y-ahn!” You moan when you begin to feel yourself on the edge. 

“Hmm? You’re going to have to speak up.” He rumbles deeply. You frown at him and watch as the corner of his lips turn up teasingly, soon pausing his rhythm to allow you to get a few words out. 

“T-Touch me, please.” You say breathily, watching as the robot’s eyes darken with thought. It’s interesting to watch his internal dialogue through his eyes. He’s obviously trying to learn as he goes. It’s kind of cute. You move with him as the Terminator shifts, laying flat on his back across the old couch. It’s weird to be the one sitting on top of the deadliest threat known to any human. He lightly pats your butt forward, like he’s asking you to move up to straddle his face. You look at him with wide eyes. He offers a smirk. Nibbling your bottom lip, you shift up towards his angular features. When you get closer, the machine helps you to strip off your trousers. You shiver when you feel his automated breath on your now exposed folds. You feel so vulnerable sitting above him like this. He has full access to your body in this position. Perhaps that was his intention. You shiver when you feel one of his warm thumbs brush over your slit, collecting some of the wetness there. He swipes the digit over his tongue, processing the new liquid. His eyes are sharp as they connect with yours.

“So aroused over practically nothing.” He states monotonously, but his face holds a smug expression. You sneer down at him.

“Now you— OH!” You damn near screech when the cyborg shoves his face right into your soaked cunt. He doesn’t waste any time, licking a methodical line all the way up. You shudder above him, one of your hands sliding down to grip his hair. He hums against your wetness. You can feel him experimenting, trying to find what makes you squirm the most. He’s succeeding. Your mind is in a haze, feeling foggy from the amount of pleasure this robot is steadily bringing you. Subconsciously, you can feel the momentum of his hips rutting into the air. Poor thing is lacking attention and even he doesn’t seem to know. Through your desire-filled fog, you manage to bend back and place your left hand over his impressive size.

The machine falters for a minute when he feels your smaller hand drag against his hard cock. Then he reacts. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as his loud groan is muffled by your pussy.

“O-Oh wow.” You pant, stroking him again. Another deep noise vibrates through you. It makes you realize just how close you are.

“Aaa- I’m gonna come.” You whine, pressing yourself harder against his face. A few more precise licks from him have you seeing stars. You hold on for dear life as you come into the awaiting machine’s mouth, your fingers tightly wound in his artificial hair. You can’t even hear the curses and moans slipping from your mouth as you ride out your high. Your vision is white for a few seconds before you can hear yourself panting and feel your hips twitching.

The T-800 is pressing gentle kisses to your sensitive pussy as you come down from your orgasm. A strangled whimper leaves your mouth when you finally process him doing so. You weakly raise yourself away from his face, shaking your head. 

“T-Too sensitive.” You say airily, groaning when you feel him turn his lips to your inner thighs instead. He waits for you to calm down, languidly massaging your hips as you loosen your grip on his hair. Eventually you look down at him, a small smile on your face as he rests his cheek against your soft skin. He seems to be entranced by the sight of you. You sit back on his firm chest, wondering what’s going to happen next. The robot’s hands shift from your hips down to your ass, his fingers kneading the plush flesh. His tongue peeks past his lips as he licks your cum off of them. You swear you can see his pupils dilate. The action makes you feel unbearably hot all over again. His head tilts slightly, ever observant eyes studying you. He stays silent though, clearly waiting for you to make the next move. Interesting. 

You decide you want to see what you were stroking earlier, so you adjust yourself to face his crotch. Your backside is in his face in this position, but he doesn’t seem to mind judging by the way his large hands immediately return to massage it. It’s quiet as your hands fiddle with his belt, the sound of the metal clinking the only sound that fills the air. You don’t waste a second when it’s unfastened, unbuttoning his pants and pulling the zipper down. You can feel the machine sigh deeply beneath you. The fabric must’ve been tight against him. You smile at the thought, your petite hands carefully pushing the material down to expose more of the T-800’s skin. He lifts his hips slightly to make it easier for you to do so. You gasp quietly when his hard length smacks against his stomach. Oh wow. The size is certainly intimidating. What intrigues you the most is how authentic it looks. The tip is an angry red with some precum already smeared atop it. The shaft is quite girthy with a few veins here and there. There’s a slight curve to it as well. You can feel your inner walls clench in excitement as you continue to stare at his anatomy. The pits of your lower belly are burning yet again. You flinch when you feel something poke at your entrance. 

“What are you doing?” You ask, peeking over your shoulder the best you can to see what the Terminator is up to. His face holds an investigative expression. You shiver when you feel what you’ve determined to be his finger touch your wet pussy again. It doesn’t pull back this time, instead circling your hole. His silence is unnerving.

“I saw your muscles contract. Are you alright?” He asks innocently. You couldn’t help the small chuckle that escapes your lips. 

“Yes, I’m fine. Just excited.” You respond, returning your attention to the hard cock that rests against his defined abdomen. You gently take him into your hand, mulling over the fact that your fingertips just barely touch when wrapped around his girth. You give him an experimental pump, smiling in delight when his hips jerk in response. A quiet grunt leaves him. You repeat the motion, this time continuing to stroke him while adjusting the pressure. A low sound rumbles through the machine and you can feel his fingers squeeze the back of your thighs tightly. The muscles of his stomach grow taut as you continue your ministrations, watching in awe as precum slowly oozes from his tip. You dip down and run your tongue over the head, collecting the milky fluid that leaks from it. A sharp inhale emits from the cyborg as you drag your warm appendage over his sensitive flesh. You take a moment to think over the taste before swallowing. It’s slightly sour, but otherwise flavorless. It holds the same texture as regular ejactulate goes. Without any further hesitation, you wrap your lips around his cock and begin to suck on him while stroking too. The machine’s hips begin to shake beneath you, most likely feeling overwhelmed from the unfamiliar stimulation.

“Mm-mmpf.” A strained, breathy moan resounds from him and you hum against his length at the noise. That was hot. His hips still erratically twitch beneath you. It seems this is becoming too much for him at the moment.

“Wh-What is this? My systems ar-are–nngh.” His voice is tense as he attempts to speak. It’s clear he’s struggling to process what exactly he’s experiencing right now. It’s kind of cute, but he needs to chill out. His grip on your thighs is growing painful. In an attempt to make the cyborg relax, you smooth your left hand over the top of his muscular thigh and begin to lightly trace patterns on it. You also pull your mouth off of him, lazily pumping his cock instead while you wait for him to cool down a bit. His tremors eventually subside and you feel him kneading your poor thighs. 

“You okay?” You hum quietly, looking over your shoulder to assess his expression. Judging by the way his eyebrows are furrowed, he appears to be deep in thought.

“Yes. Keep going.” He replies. You nod, resuming your task of overworking him. Until you feel a finger prod at your puffy folds yet again. Before you can say anything, the digit begins to slowly sink into your twitching heat. A shaky exhale leaves you as he reaches down to his third knuckle with ease. You struggle to continue stroking him as the Terminator gently rubs his finger against your walls, clearly trying to find your most pleasurable spots. A heady whine echoes through the dingy room as he manages to caress a part that makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. 

“You should lower your voice, [Y/N]. Sarah and John are still here.” The machine murmurs. You scoff, now determined to make him regret those words. Readjusting your grip, you begin to pump his dick in your hand with more fervor. His hips jump slightly and you smirk as a choked groan emits from him. You don’t let the robot recover from the sudden change, quickly engulfing the head of his cock into your mouth and sucking. A violent shudder rolls through the machine’s body and it only spurs you on. Taking a deep breath, you try to swallow the Terminator’s cock down your throat. A loud moan fills the air as you do, his hips snapping up on their own accord. You gag as the rest of his length is forced into your esophagus, your lips successfully pressing against his pubic bone. His hands are again wrapped around the backs of your thighs, a plethora of unintelligible words expelling from the T-800. You manage to relax yourself, starting to slowly drag your mouth up and down. 

“Oh– I d-don’t– I think I’m–” His loud gasp is your only warning before you feel a gush of liquid spill down your throat. You choke, swallowing the best you can before you have to pull away so you don’t throw up. The machine is shaking beneath you, a final spurt of cum rolling down the length of his cock before he stills completely. You lick him clean, savoring it before you sit up and turn around. You’re seated comfortably on his defined abdomen, looking down at his blissed out expression. His cheeks are red and his eyes are dilated as hell, only a smidge of the blue irises visible. It makes you smile. 

“How are you feeling?” You expected him to instantly remind you that machines cannot feel anything, but you’re surprised when he doesn’t respond immediately. 

“Warm.” He murmurs quietly after a few seconds and you swear your heart melts at the simple, genuine reply. The T-800’s eyes flicker around your figure for a few moments, seeming to really take in the view in front of him. His lips twitch and you feel his right hand cup the back of your head.

“Come here.” He mumbles as he gently brings you up towards his face, meeting you halfway and passionately pressing his lips against yours. You feel his other arm slink around your waist as he sits up a bit, carefully pressing your body snug against his own. You gladly sink into him, rolling your tongue against his bottom lip in a silent demand for him to deepen the kiss. He seems to understand, a soft groan vibrating against your mouth as he opens his own. He allows you to explore, secretly enjoying the taste of you being processed through his overheated system. It gradually grows more raunchy and you only pull back when you feel his length twitch against your ass. You must’ve shifted down here at some point. His hands slide down to your plush backside, gently massaging the skin while he practically stares into your soul.

“Would you like to continue?” He asks softly, focusing on your face as you smile. You adjust your hips accordingly, sighing out an enthusiastic “Yes.”

The machine helps you adjust so you’re hovering over his cock, teasingly circling your entrance before pressing against it. He pauses, clearly continuing to give you the lead. Lightly biting the inside of your cheek, you begin to sink down on his sizable dick. A low moan expels from you as you slide him into you, relishing in the way he seems to pulsate inside of you. The robot shares your pleasure, sucking in a breath despite not having lungs. Strange…

“Mmm..You’re overwhelming.” He shudders, and you moan as you eventually press against his base. You feel extremely full, but it’s surprisingly super exhilarating. An erotic chuckle puffs from you as you adjust, your hands cupping his somehow rosy cheeks. 

“You feel so good.” You admit breathily, pressing a soft kiss to his lips as you begin to set a rhythm. A sonorous hum is his response as you feel his hands run up your back. An intense, but intimate grind is kept in place as you both process what feels good and what feels better. You’re reduced to shaky moans and pants as the heat within grows hotter. The T-800 beneath you is in a blissed out haze, but is still unsurprisingly quiet as he watches your reactions the entire time. Ingraining it in his CPU files. A growl thrums from him as he suddenly hijacks your rhythm, forcing your hips down until you’re flush against him and keeping you there. 

“I’d like to take over.” He grunts out and you whimper against his neck, loathing the fact that you can’t move in his vice-like grip. You brush your thumbs over his cheeks before nodding. 

“Okay.” You whisper, adjusting your hands so they hold onto his broad shoulders. His fingers adjust their grip on your backside, aiding in lifting you slowly off of his length. He continues until just the tip remains inside, then he just as painstakingly lowers you back down. The motion allows you to feel everything inch by inch and it makes you feel warmer than you thought possible. A high-pitched moan erupts from you as soon as he bottoms out, the length of him perfectly massaging against a sensitive spot deep within. 

“Right there?” He asks softly. You nod, your fingers digging into his shoulders. A smirk curls his lips at your response, mischief flashing briefly through his focused expression. You don’t have a second to question it when the machine grinds into you before pulling out to piston his entire length back into that exact, mind-numbing spot. A strangled gasp is all you can muster as you hold on to his broad shoulders, your head tilting back as the warmth from within your body slowly overwhelms you. The pressure builds as he sets a bruising pace, the smack of your hips against his audible now. Your entire body jolts against his powerful thrusts, but it isn’t painful. Not when his cock massages the inside of you perfectly every single time. An obscene squelching sound soon becomes audible. You can feel the pressure mounting, your fingers clawing his biceps frantically. His lips brush over your neck. The Terminator is quiet, but a quiet set of groans rumbles from him every now and again. He remains watchful of your face, looking on as you slowly begin to lose yourself on him. Because of him. He’s quite a sight to bestow, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks with his mouth slightly parted in focus.

“Y-You bastard.” You manage to grit out through your pants, a heated moan pouring out soon after. His teeth find your earlobe and all you can do is arch your back as a powerful wave of heat seizes you suddenly. His hand covers your mouth just in time as an unrestrained cry tears through your throat as the orgasm washes over. The arm around your waist locks up and you can hear him grunt as your pussy clenches around him, the cyborg burying his cock deep within you before he stills up as well.

“You’re so t-tight—nggh.” His artificial voice cracks before his entire body shudders, the feeling of his cum pumping into you following after. It only prolongs your ecstasy. The machine holds you tightly against him until both of you have recovered, removing his hand away from your mouth to join his other arm around your waist.

“Did I hurt you?” He asks after a bout of silence and you smile against his chest, shaking your head.

“No.” You mumble, a deep sigh leaving you as he moves to slide out of you. You groan lightly as he shifts so you now lay comfortably on top of him, the soreness of your body just beginning to set in by the movement. The humanoid’s fingers trail over your sweaty skin, mapping over the expanse over your spent frame.

“Good.” He says softly, and you snort at his response. The tips of his fingers trace down your spine as he hums.

“The goal was to make it hard for you to walk without seriously injuring you. I’m just making sure this solution is effective.” His usual monotone is back, but you pay no mind. You’re too busy falling asleep against his bulky form. Seems the robot wore you out more than you thought he could.

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[agirlwithtoomuchf-ingtime]

Bait - A Mikael Mikaelson x Reader Smut

A/N: Hello! This will be my first post on here and let me just say that this particular story was not planned at all lmao. I know Mikael isn't exactly a favorite, but I tend to fall for the least-favored characters for some unknown reason. I know he's terrible, but he's somehow still attractive to me. Anyway, I hope that you enjoy this smutty goodness. I look forward to posting more :)

Warnings: heavy smut (minors dni please), explicit language, spanking, light choking, lots of biting, some bleeding.

Word Count: 6.1k (I really went off)

Being bait for Niklaus and Elijah was by far one of the worst ideas you’ve ever agreed to. 

“You’re a fucking coward!” You roar, jabbing your finger into the Original’s chest. 

“In what world does anyone blame a child for their wife’s infidelity?!” 

Mikael clenches his jaw, an ever-present murderous look shining in his dark eyes.

“Shut up, bitch. You have no clue what you’re talking about.” He hisses, looking down at you with angry glare. You sneer at him. 

“I may not have been there when it happened, Mikael, but I have been there for the aftermath of the trauma you’ve left behind and that is enough information for me.” You spit through gritted teeth. You didn’t care how close you were to this poor excuse of a parent. Anger is a powerful emotion. Mikael scowls and before you can even blink, he’s got you up against your living room wall with his hand wrapped around your throat. 

“I suggest you choose your next words very carefully before I rip out your vocal cords.” Mikael snarls, his warm breath brushing against your face from how close he is. You’re almost touching noses. Your anger is quickly extinguished and replaced with uneasiness.

“Now, where are my children?” He asks. He's so close that all you can smell is him. His masculine scent makes your mind foggy. Against your better judgement, sinful thoughts start to swim around your head. These carnal flashes only last a few fleeting seconds before you regain your composure. You blink rapidly, snapping out of whatever trance he managed to put you in. Realizing what exactly you just imagined, your cheeks flush into a brilliant shade of red. What the fuck is wrong with you?! Are you really that touch-starved that you would let a millenia-old vampire, one with serious issues, have you like that? You need to go outside and touch some grass. 

“Why are you blushing?” Mikael rumbles, his face twisting into an expression of confusion. Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! You internally panic as you try to think of a reasonable excuse. 

“I-It’s hot in here.” You stamper, cringing internally because you don’t sound convincing at all. Really? That’s what you came up with? You’re so getting killed. Mikael narrows his eyes, obviously not believing you. 

“Why does it matter?” You snap irritably in embarrassment. The lewd thoughts that had filled your head confused you and you really did not want to do something you might regret. You have terrible impulse control. Mikeal tilts his head curiously. 

“If you won’t tell me the truth, I suppose I’ll just have to figure it out myself.” He says casually and your eyes widen exponentially. 

“No! Please don’t do that. Please don’t!” You beg. The idea of him figuring out what a pervert you were made you desperate to convince him to drop it. Mikael, unsurprisingly, does not listen to your pleas and closes his eyes, pressing his free hand against your right temple.

Mortification crawls up your spine as you watch him tense up. He sharply inhales, removing his hand from your temple and looking at you incredulously. You look down, finding yourself unable to look him in the eye out of sheer embarrassment. He removes his hand from your throat and takes a few steps back. What the fuck do you even do in this scenario? What the fuck do you say?! You wish the ground would open up and swallow you whole. Or, better yet, for Mikael to put you out of your misery. The silence that follows leaves you deeply ashamed. Tears prick at your eyes from the utter humiliation. 

You’re about to say something when you suddenly feel one of Mikael’s hands roughly cup the underside of your jaw, snapping your head up to make you look him in the eyes. His face holds a hard expression. One you’re unable to decipher. You take a deep breath, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over. 

“Such naughty thoughts for a human such as yourself.” He murmurs, using his grip on your jaw to tilt your head to the side. This exposes your neck to him and you swallow nervously. You’re on vervain so he can’t drink from you. 

“And having those thoughts about me? There must be something wrong with your head, girl.” You glare at him. 

“My name is [Y/N], not ‘girl’.” You grit. Mikael sneers, his face inching closer to yours. 

“Your antagonizing responses do nothing to help your current predicament...and only serve to give me more ideas.” His eyes glint darkly as he says this and you widen your eyes. He couldn’t possibly mean what you think he means. 

Mikael stares at you for a few more seconds before he moves, barely dragging his lips over the exposed column of your neck. A soft gasp emits from you. You weren’t expecting that. He’s being so...gentle? He traces his mouth up to your jawline, placing a heated kiss there. You sigh quietly at the strangely affectionate action. He follows his sweet gesture with a harsh bite, digging his sharp canines into your throat. You cry out in pain, flinching as you feel him suck in some of your blood. He quickly retracts however, spitting out the red fluid onto your tiled floors. Great. He hacks, likely feeling the burn from the vervain. You quickly press a hand onto the wound. Mikael angrily snaps his eyes into yours, and you feel fear creep up your spine. Annoyance overrides that though.

“It’s not like I knew you were going to do that. Thanks, by the way. Asshat.” You grumble, lifting your hand and looking at the blood that coated it. 

“Jeez. You got me good.” You raise your eyebrows, placing your bloody hand back over his aggressive display of lust. 

“Don’t expect that to be the only mark, [Y/N].” Mikael growls, making you shiver. The way his deep voice rumbles your name makes your pussy throb. Your body yearns to play into his intense way of things, but you couldn’t help but pretend you weren’t interested because your mind knows this is a terrible idea.             

“This isn’t a good idea.” Your voice wavers as he smothers your neck in kisses. His hands squeeze into the meat of your hips. He’s pinning his body against yours, effectively keeping you trapped there. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy being sandwiched against him and the wall. 

“What part of you confronting me was a good idea?” Mikael breathes against your neck. You didn’t want to admit that he’s right, so you instead release a breathy moan as he sucks a hickey into your neck. He nips the skin as he gropes your ass and picks you up, letting you wrap your legs around his hips. You gasp as he hoists you up, grasping the material of the shirt on his shoulders. You’re face to face with him now. He stares at you intently and you stare back, clearly nervous. 

“So enticing…for a human.” He whispers hotly, intense eyes flicking down at your lips. You narrow your eyes at the backhanded compliment, completely aware of the fact that his face is looming closer to yours. His pupils are so dilated that you can barely see the icy blue that outlines them. His scent and closeness is making you dizzy.

“Despite my cruel nature, I do still ask if it is okay to continue further?” He asks quietly, as if he’s almost ashamed to seem respectful. Your eyes widen in surprise.

“Mikael Mikaelson? Asking for consent?” You snicker, eyes drooping a bit. A range of emotions cross his serious face, all the way from embarrassment to irritation. You lean in dangerously close, your lips ghosting over his. 

“How unexpected.” You purr, moaning as he quickly slots his lips over yours. He kisses you roughly, almost like he’s chastising you for teasing him like that. 

“Silly [Y/N],” Mikael growls against your lips. “Thinking she can get away with making me feel humiliated. Perhaps a lesson is needed.” You were about to ask what he meant by lesson but he unexpectedly lifts you away from the wall, making you grasp tightly onto his shoulders. 

“Where are we going?” You quickly gasp out, watching as he walks down one of the hallways. 

“Your bedroom. Where is it?” He grunts out. 

“Last door on the left.” You murmur, tucking your face into his neck. 

You press sloppy kisses there. He groans lowly as your soft lips suck the skin of his throat, quickening his pace to get to your bed. He knees open the slightly ajar door, throwing you on your mattress. He looks hungry as he unbuttons your jeans, messing with the hem lightly. His predatory gaze waits for your permission. You nod and he gets to work, stripping you of your pants. His greedy eyes look to see what kind of underwear you’re wearing, and he’s shocked to see a lacy black thong adorning your bottom half tonight. This wasn’t planned in the slightest, but you’re secretly thanking yourself for wearing them. Mikael pulls apart your beautiful thighs, quickly pressing his lips against the soaked fabric of your panties. You weren’t expecting him to do that so suddenly, jolting from the pleasure it gives you. 

“Ah- Mikael!” You hiccup, your hand unconsciously wrapping itself in his short hair. He moves his mouth to your sensitive inner thighs, pressing kisses that progressively grow into hickeys. You feel his sharp teeth graze your skin as he grows more aggressive and before you can tell him to stop, he sinks his teeth into the flesh of your left thigh. You yelp in pain and he quickly retracts, not wanting to taste the vervain. 

“Mm- fuck.” You whimper, feeling some blood trickle down your skin. Mikael grins darkly, clearly enjoying the quick mess he’s making of you. You gasp suddenly when he unexpectedly picks you up. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed and lays you across his lap on your stomach. You feel your face grow hot as one of his hands rubs over your ass, roughly groping the flesh. 

“Now [Y/N],” Mikael starts. You moan when he briefly caresses you through your underwear.

“I want you to count for me.” His rich voice rumbles. You quiver at the dominance that’s laced in his tone. 

“Okay.” Your voice trembles. 

He smooths his palm over your backside, the action feeling almost possessive. You’re given no warning when he lifts his hand and swiftly smacks your right asscheek. You screech at the sting, your face turning a deeper shade of red. 

“O-one.” You mumble.

“What? I can’t hear you.” Mikael growls, his other hand grabbing your hair and yanking your head back.

“I said one!” You shout. Mikael runs his hand over the reddening mark, soothing it.

“If you fail to count again, you will not like the consequence.” He growls. You swallow nervously.

“Okay.” You whimper. He lets go of your hair, smoothing his hand over your back. Your shirt is still on. You have no doubt that it’ll come off soon. The next strike comes suddenly, the pain making you jolt. You surprise yourself when you moan.

“Two.” You sigh, clenching your hands into fists. His hand rubs over the sore spot, his fingers catching on the fabric of your underwear. You hear Mikael inhale deeply, a groan leaving his lips. 

“Your scent…” He says, his voice noticeably dropping an octave. You gulp. You have a bad feeling about what he just discovered. The following onslaught of smacks makes you scream, each one harder than the last.

“Three! Four! F-five!” You cry out, squirming in his lap from his merciless spanking. Mikael massages your inflamed ass as you whine from the soreness. 

“Good girl. You’re doing so well.” He rasps. You tremble as he praises you. The sound of yet another slap bounces around your bedroom. You let out another moan.

“Six.” You say weakly. Your pussy is throbbing with need. You’ve never been this turned on before. As if he read your mind, Mikael stops massaging your red ass and grabs the edge of your lace thong. 

“This is your last chance to stop.” Mikael says huskily, brushing the back of his fingers against the skin beneath your panties. You know all too well that this is a really, really bad idea. It’s the worst way to betray Klaus and Elijah. However, you’re technically doing your job. You’re keeping him distracted for them. That doesn’t justify it, but it’s true. You’re way too turned on for this to just end here. With mixed emotions muddling your head, you nod to give Mikael permission. You feel him slowly peel your panties off, shifting you a bit so he can take them off completely. After throwing them into a random corner of the room, you feel him palm your now bare backside. You wince slightly because you’re still sore from his entourage of spanking. As his hand slots closer to your pussy, you noticeably tense up. He chuckles.

“Singing a different tune now are we?” He asks rhetorically. He did not just say that. You look at him the best you can over your shoulder, a glare present in your eyes. 

“Shut the f- ahhh!” An embarrassingly loud moan flies out your mouth as he expertly strokes your clit, effectively cutting off whatever angry remark you were making. A smug expression overtakes his face when you open your eyes. 

“You were saying?” He chuckles. You scowl at him. Asshole. You keen as he slowly begins to rub his fingers in a circle. Another low chuckle resounds from him. Fucking jackass. You clench your hands into fists, biting your lip to prevent any more noises from slipping out. If Mikael wants to be a dickhead, so be it. You’re not in the mood to play his game. You grit your teeth as he presses harder, continuing to rub in a circular motion. Though your voice definitely gave away how good he makes you feel, your body wasn’t anymore subtle. It’s difficult to control your laboured breathing with the way his rough fingers caress your slick heat, not to mention the small buck of your hips when he teases the entrance. The vampire didn’t press his fingers into you, however. In fact, he pulls his fingers away. Your wired body slumps in defeat. 

“I know you’re holding back your voice, girl.” Mikael murmurs lowly, rubbing his wet fingers over your lower back. You feel your red cheeks flare hotter. Without warning, your head is yanked back yet again towards his face. A yelp of surprise leaves your throat, quickly quieted when you feel his hot breath on your ear. 

“I need to hear you. I need you to tell me how good it feels. Can you do that?” Mikael whispers huskily. You gasp as he speaks these words to you, your body immediately warming up at the confession. You nod the best you can in his grasp and he lets you go, smoothing his hand up the backs of your thighs. This makes you jump, goosebumps trailing behind his fingertips. 

“So sensitive.” He remarks softly, mostly to himself. You tense yet again when his fingers make contact with your pussy, slowly spreading your slick lower lips with his index and middle finger. You gasp when you feel the cool air of the room brush against your wet, sensitive skin. A deep groan echoes from him.

“Need to taste you.” He rasps. Your eyes widen as you hear this statement. “Go ahead and lay on your bed, [Y/N]. And discard your remaining clothing.” 

You’re still shocked by the fact that Mikael is using your actual name, but you quickly do as you’re told. Your ass is still burning, not to mention the ache of the bites he inflicted too. You nervously take off your shirt and bra and crawl onto your bed, the distant feeling of self-consciousness looming in the back of your mind. You watch him stand up, heated gaze slowly drinking in the rest of your exposed skin. You blush when his eyes connect with yours, his lust for you not hidden. Silently, he takes off his jacket. His long sleeved shirt quickly follows. You’re mesmerized by his fit figure, watching his muscles flex as he pulls the black garment over his head. 

Mikael’s eyes snap right back into yours as he tosses his shirt onto the floor. Your pussy pulses as he studies you, looking as if he wants to devour you. Starting to feel unnerved by the unashamed ogling, you wrap your arms around your breasts. Mikael is over you in the blink of an eye, his eyes black and his canines sharp. You gasp as he grabs your arms, growling as he pries them away from your chest. He pins them beside your head, his face leaning close to yours. 

“Don’t do that.” He says firmly, his face slowly returning to his normal irritated one. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. You definitely weren’t prepared for that party trick. 

“O-okay.” You stutter, nervous [e/c] eyes looking in his cerulean ones.

“Good girl.” He whispers, flicking his gaze to your exposed breasts. Your nipples are already hard and it wasn’t because of the cool air. A shit-eating smile upturns his lips. You shake your head.

“Whatever smart ass comment you’re thinking of saying, don’t.” You grumble. A soft gasp expels from you as his right hand gropes your left tit, his fingers kneading the soft flesh. He seems to drink in your reaction, watching you like a hawk.

“Mhm.” Is the Original’s only response as he focuses on his task. 

He adds a few more hickeys on your neck, enjoying the way your skin turns purple. You squirm beneath him as he does this, a few small sighs of pleasure leaving your mouth. He drags his tongue down in between your breasts, pressing a kiss on your sternum. Mikael’s remaining hand lets go of your other arm, moving to cup your bust. You gasp when his warm mouth engulfs your nipple, gently sucking it. His teeth graze against the sensitive skin and you instinctively run your hands through his short, dusty blonde hair. He grunts when your nails scrape his scalp, roughly squeezing both of your tits. 

You jolt, legs hitting either side of Mikael’s waist. He chuckles deeply, releasing your nipple with a wet pop. 

“Trying to close your legs on me, girl?” He murmurs, pressing his lips against your now red bud. You glare at him, facing flaming with embarrassment and lust. 

“Fuck off.” You bristle, not in the mood for his smart ass comments. 

Mikael smirks. “No.” 

You roll your eyes at his irritating reply. Why does your pussy grow wet for this idiot? 

“Ah!” You yelp as he sinks his teeth into your right tit. Your fingers clench his hair, pulling it tightly. His responding moan is muffled against your poor breast. He unlatches himself, a dark look of want overtaking his features. You stare back nervously, letting go of his blonde locks. You can faintly feel the blood from the wound trickling down your stomach. You watch as he licks his lips, slowly pecking a trail to where you want him most. His dilated eyes flick to yours as he drags his lips over your navel. He repositions himself onto his stomach and looks at your dripping pussy in all its glory. A visible shudder shoots through him.

Without any further hesitation, Mikael slowly dwelves his tongue in between your slick folds, tasting all that is you. You puff out a breath as he groans, moving his thumb up to your clit. A moan leaves your lips as he rubs his digit over your engorged nub, going back to licking at your pussy. “You taste like sin…no wonder my sons keep you around.” He growls against your cunt. 

“M-Mikael!” You reproach, a look of mortification on your face. A loud moan leaves your mouth as one of his fingers slides into you. A look of fascination manifests on his face as he pushes it down to the third knuckle. An obscene cry escapes your throat when he curls the digit. 

“You’re so tight too—” You interrupt him when you grab his hair and forcibly shove his face away from your sopping center. 

“Shut the fuck up.” You grit lowly. Mikael looks at you with a bewildered expression. You inhale sharply when he moves suddenly, grasping your hips and lifting your lower half as he sits up. You lose your grip on his hair as he does this. 

“Getting bold now, are we?” He chides, his sinister look making you gulp. His hands wrap around each of your thighs, opening them to expose your wet heat. You flush up, almost choking when he dives in. He growls as he sucks on your slick skin, his blue eyes reverting to his vampiristic black ones due to the intensity of his want for you. You wail when he presses his tongue against your clit, lapping it before wrapping his lips around and sucking harshly. Your hands grip the sheets beneath you and your back arches. Another animalistic noise vibrates through you, making you cry out yet again. 

Mikael’s fingers dig into your thighs, his dark eyes piercing through yours. You pant as he licks and sucks at you, overwhelmed by the pleasure he’s giving you. It’s almost too much and you find your body heating up faster than your mind can process.

“M-Mikael! Slow do- AH!” You scream when he presses himself harder against your pussy, snarling in disagreement. The vibrations make you shake.

“Pl-Please! Too fast!” You beg, tears pricking your eyes as you continue to race closer. 

Mikael doesn’t separate from your twitching heat. If anything, it only encourages him to keep going. You thrash your hips, trying to escape his grasp. He growls possessively, tightening his grip and sucking harder. 

With a few more high-pitched cries, you scream as you fall over the edge. Your whole body tenses as you come into the Original’s eager mouth. Mikael moans as you do, drinking all that you have to offer. You whine as he continues to lap at your oversensitive pussy, weakly shaking your head. He eventually detaches his mouth from you, panting heavily. It’s an interesting sight to see your essence running down his chin instead of blood. You flinch when he places one last kiss to your clit before placing your lower half back onto the bed. 

He seems to shift uncomfortably as he does. You watch him slide off your bed, standing up tall. His hands move down to his pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them to the floor. A prominent bulge strains against his briefs and your eyes practically bug out of your head from the outline alone. He smirks.

“Are you enjoying the sight?” Mikael asks, a look of pride gleaming in his eyes.

Your cheeks only get redder when he slips off his underwear, releasing his hard cock. He seems to sigh in relief. You swallow hard at the sight of the intimidating length, flicking your nervous eyes back to his amused ones. A wicked smile graces his face as he walks over and climbs back onto your bed. Your legs reflexibly open to make room for him. The Original settles between your thighs, brushing a hand down your left thigh and pressing lightly against the bite mark he left there earlier. He admires his handiwork, eyes roaming over the various hickeys and bites he inflicted. You watch him, anxiously fidgeting. Your body jumps when you feel him slide his dick over your sensitive clit, a noise of surprise emitting from you.

“Still so wet for me…” He rasps, slowly thrusting against your clit. It’s torturous and you find yourself whining as you twitch hopelessly underneath him. 

“Tell me what you want, [Y/N].” Mikael murmurs gently, covering his cock in your wetness. 

“Y-You.” You sputter, opening your legs wider. He bites his lip, finding that particular action hot.

“Where do you want me?” He asks huskily, reaching over to cup your right breast. You whimper at the added sensation of him kneading it.

“Inside. I want you inside.” You moan, grinding your hips and shuddering when a jolt of pleasure shoots through you.

Mikael groans when you do this. “Very well…”

You watch his mouth drop open in pleasure as he begins to enter you. You gasp as you feel his girth stretch you, your smaller hand grabbing his hand that is on your tit. A loud, breathy moan expels from Mikael as he slowly continues to press into you. 

“Oh… wow…” You whine, arching your back. He pauses about halfway in to give you a break. Your walls clench around him as you try to adjust. His eyes roll back at the feeling.

“So fucking tight.” Mikael hisses, his other hand smoothing over your stomach to cup your left hip. He squeezes your breast, noticing that your hand on top follows the movement. 

"How are you faring, [Y/N]?" He asks, seeming to take your well-being seriously. You pant, trying your best to adjust to the Original. 

"In a bit of p-pain but u-AH-" You yelp as he pushes forward a little more as you speak. Mikael lets out a noise akin to a snicker, a moan soon following behind it. You try to glare at him while grimacing. You should’ve known it was a trick. 

“F-fucking asshole.” You hiss as he pushes himself the rest of the way inside of you. Mikael squeezes your hip as a shiver shakes his body. 

“Fuck.” He growls, slowly beginning to pull out. Your back arches as his cock drags against your inner walls. He begins a slow pace, gently thrusting in and out. A mix of both of your moans fill the bedroom. His hand leaves your breast to cup your right hip. You grasp at your bed sheets, struggling to maintain eye contact with the vampire. You whimper when his eyes turn black again, his sharp canines glimmering in the soft light of your room as he curls his lips back. 

“Naughty, naughty human.” Mikael snarls, watching your expression twist in pleasure. 

“Look at where you’ve gotten yourself. Moaning beneath me like a whore.” He groans, lowering himself on his elbows to get closer to you. You scowl at his words. 

“Don’t- hah- call me that.” You spit, gasping when his hand wraps tightly around your throat. You shriek as he roughly thrusts into you, the harsh movement eliciting an audible smacking sound. 

“I’ll call you whatever I please, whore. You’re mine.” Mikael rumbles, nibbling your right earlobe. You cry out as he does this, walls clenching from the pleasure it brings. He shudders, squeezing your throat harder. Your head pleasantly tingles from the minimal airflow. The sound of his deep moan reverberating in your ear makes you quiver. You vaguely hear him hiss over the sound of your blood pumping through your ears. His hand moves from your throat to your jaw, his fingers digging into your jawline. 

“My dirty, dirty girl. You’re taking me so well.” Mikael groans, his lips crashing into yours. You squeal into his mouth as he begins to move faster, his cock rubbing all the right places. Your body jolts when his thumb slides against your clit, your moans jumping in volume when he begins to massage it. You can feel another orgasm beginning to brew in your lower belly. Your hands fly up to claw at his back. He separates his mouth from yours to watch your pleasured expression. You scratch his shoulders as he brings you closer, your wails getting progressively higher in pitch.

“AH! M-Mikael! Fuck!” You whine. “S-So good!”

He groans as he speeds up, hitting against you even harder. 

“Come for me. Come all over my cock, pretty girl.” Mikael murmurs against your lips, his hot breath deliciously brushing against yours. 

Mikael’s thumb brushes faster over your clit as he now slams into you.

“I’m-I’m gonna come! I’m coming!!” You scream Mikael’s name as your orgasm rips through you, your vision turning white from the force of it. He grunts as your walls tightly clench around his cock, practically milking him.

“Fuuuck!” Mikael growls as the pressure from your pussy makes him come, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Your thighs shake as you slowly come down from your high, pitiful moans leaving your throat as he slowly pumps himself in and out to prolong your pleasure. You hiss from the sensitivity as he pulls himself completely out, pushing himself up to his knees to look at your abused hole. His cum begins to seep out and he bites his lip at the sight. You flinch when he collects it on his fingers, slowly pushing it back inside you.

“Good girl.” Mikael murmurs as he continues to push his seed into you, loving the way you clench around his fingers from the sensitivity. 

“S-Stop Mikael. Please.” You whine. He surprisingly listens to you, quickly pressing a smooch against your raw clit and chuckling when you jolt from it. You cringe when you feel his cum ooze out of you, surely ruining your sheets. The bed dips as he lays next to you, his warm breath fanning the side of your neck. You sigh in pleasure as he softly kisses it. 

“Are you always this touchy with your flings?” You ask, biting your lip as his hand caresses your stomach. 

“Who said you were a fling?” Mikael rumbles against your throat. You feel your face heat up. 

“What does that mean?” You ask nervously, turning your head to look at him. He captures your lips passionately, hungrily kissing you before he pulls away. 

“Exactly what you think.” He smiles and it looks genuine. 

Shit.

After about an hour of resting, you find the strength to lift your sore body off of the bed. You groan as you stretch, swinging your legs off the edge of your mattress and getting up. You’re a little wobbly, but can walk without help.

“Where are you going?” Mikael grunts, running his tired gaze over your naked figure. 

“I’m taking a shower.” You respond, grabbing some comfortable clothes and carefully walking to your bathroom. 

As you enter the private room, you close and lock the door behind you. Having shared your personal space for a few hours, you need a break. You turn on the shower, turning the dial to a pleasantly warm stream. As the shower heats up, you look at yourself in the mirror. Dried blood coats your neck, chest, and thighs thanks to the bites Mikael aggressively inflicted. You poke at the various hickeys left on your body. They’re almost black in color. Oof. You turn around to look at your butt. Your ass is a light purple, a few handprints still visible. You’re kind of impressed, but you won’t be able to sit normally for a bit. You check the water, finding it perfectly heated. You sigh as you step underneath it, swinging the shower curtain closed behind you. You collect some body wash to scrub the blood off you, wincing when you run the suds directly over the wounds. The water runs pink momentarily as the blood runs off of you.

As you reach for your shampoo, two big hands grab your hips and pull you backwards. You scream as whoever it is wraps an arm around your torso. They chuckle and you immediately stop struggling. You never thought you could ever get irritated this fast before. You flip around and smack Mikael in the face.

“You scared the fuck out of me, asshole!” You snap. Mikael rubs his jaw while he laughs at you.

“I couldn’t resist.” He murmurs, blue eyes flicking over your body.

You glare at him.

“No. I’m trying to shower. The door was locked for a reason.” You huff, turning back around to grab your shampoo. As you lather the soap into your hair, you can feel Mikael run his hands up your sides. 

“Mikael.” You warn, closing your eyes as you go underneath the warm water to rinse your hair. You yelp when you feel his hand grope your injured tit. 

“Stop! You’ll reopen the wound.” You hiss, smacking his hand away. You hear him chuckle before he bites your shoulder playfully. You flinch when you feel his blunt teeth nibble the skin.

“Can I please finish my shower?” You whine as he pulls you flush against him. You can feel his hard cock press against the crook of your ass. 

“No.” Mikael replies, his right hand creeping towards your pussy. Goosebumps prickle over your skin at the intimate sensation. You moan when his fingers slide over your clit. 

“P-Please. I just need to use condi- Fuck!” You wail as his middle and index finger thrust inside of you. You can hear Mikael inhale behind you. 

“Dirty, little [Y/N]…thinking she can do what she pleases.” He grumbles, torturously dragging his fingers in and out of you. You whimper at his degrading words.

“Mik- ah!” You squeal when he growls just beside your ear, his left hand possessively grabbing your hip and pulling you impossibly closer. He strokes your clit, his warm breath grazing your right ear. Moans and whines of pleasure fill the shower and you find yourself instinctively grinding against his fingers.

“Yes…ride my fingers you slut.” Mikael rasps, nibbling your ear as you work yourself to yet another orgasm. With another breathless wail, you climax all over his fingers. He holds your twitching body, whispering vulgar things into your ear as the high washes over you. Your legs are extremely shaky again and you slowly sit down in your bath, letting the warm stream run over you. Mikael sits behind you, carding his fingers in your scalp. He helps to massage the conditioner in your hair, his touch delicate and relaxing. When the product rinses out of your hair, Mikael turns the water off, helping you out of the shower. He sets you on your toilet and helps you dry off. As he massages the towel over your head, you can’t help but ask him.

“Why are you doing this?” You blurt. Mikael pauses for a second before resuming his task.

“Because I like you.” He replies, beginning to dry himself off.

“But…why?” You look at him, so confused yet so captivated.

“I’ve never had someone so brazenly in my face like you always are. You’re not afraid to stand up to me, which is…very attractive if not a little maddening.” You feel your cheeks flush up. Mikael smiles and places your towel on its respective hook.

“And you’re cute when you’re flustered.” He chuckles. You purse your lips, finding it difficult to maintain eye contact.

“Do you need help walking?” You test your legs and find them stable enough to walk on.

“No. Thank you though.” You mumble, cautiously making your way back into your bedroom. It’s wild. You were supposed to be bait, but you ended up being caught anyway. How the hell are you going to face Nik and Elijah after this?

“You’re very deep in thought.” You gasp when you feel his hands slide over your hips.

“What are you thinking about?” Mikael asks softly in your ear, making you swallow thickly.

“Niklaus and Elijah. I don’t think I can ever face them again.” It’s painful to admit openly. You can feel the Original father tense at the mention of his children.

“So don’t.” He whispers, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your neck. You sigh in pleasure.

“It’s not that simple Mikael and you know it.” You murmur, sliding your hands over his tan arms and interlocking your fingers with his.

“Let’s just go back to bed, darling. Best not to fret on it. You’ll just make yourself feel worse.” You nod, moving towards your bed with the vampire following close behind. His hands are still possessively wrapped around you. He only lets go of you so you can climb onto the bed. You feel him dip down beside you, his hands not too far behind. His fingers grip the concave of your waist, softly massaging the area. He pulls you up against his naked form, his lips pressing into the back of your neck. You feel yourself relaxing against him. Strange how quickly you grew accustomed to the thousand year old vampire’s presence.