kai chases you through the woods and you realize fighting for your life is useless when he could syphon it away. but he didn’t chase you down for just your magic.
mystic falls was eerily quiet, which was all the more unsettling.
the horrors of the town acting as though they’ve taken the night off and while she’s been running for her life from a fucking power thirsty sociopath. the cool autumn air hitting her bare arms as she runs harder, heart thumping in her chest.
the night was hardly over, and kai was on a mission now— finding her.
“here kitty kitty,” kai calls from the depths of the forest.
he’s dragging along a long wooden stick with him to show that he was not afraid of what she is, but that she should be afraid of him.
she helped bonnie perform a cloaking spell on herself to kill kai. well, she tried, but of course kai doesn’t die easily and he had the suspicion that something like this would happen, playing every horrific detail out.
twisted thoughts finding home in his mind and tasting the feeling as though it was something for him to savour.
she’d snapped his neck without realizing he stole the gilbert ring from jeremy. the ring—which allows the user to die an unlimited amount and still survive—was now in her clutches after he threw it at her to showcase how he’d survived.
that cocky, egotistical bastard.
kai had killed her coven in retaliation, being the psychotic power hungry manchild he is. she should probably hate him but he was kind of doing her a favour. her coven was meant to merge with geminis, though kai slaughtered them before they got the chance and then turned on his own family. her family was not good by any means, having children only to maintain power and keep the covens name on the forefront of all witches minds, building fear though power and submission.
now kai was not only alive, but she could presume he was angry she’d stopped their merging. he’d been chasing her through the forest with a dagger, glistening with vervain. she knew, he was going to catch her and he when he did, he was definitely going to kill her.
panting hard and taking enormous steps, she’s off, going through trees, careful not to hit any branches. any sign of magic would tip him off so she kept any chance of her vampirism out of sight.
all i have to do now is actually kill him, her thoughts echo.
still speeding through the forest to get away. but kai was inching closer and closer, and she could smell him. he had a cut, probably from the branches tearing at his skin as he chased her.
a whistle, calm and collected, echoes through the empty space. loud and clear enough to distract.
he was taunting her—purposefully disorientating her.
chuckling to himself he calls out again, “kitty, you can’t run from me,” the sound reverberating across the forest, “mmmh i can feel that magic radiating off you. you know that? it’s fucking intoxicating.”
the shuffling of the branches suddenly felt like it was surrounding her. was there more people there? a crack echoed though mystic forest, followed by a snap that was closer than she’d like.
before she could turn around he was already there, a sickening grin flashing back at her and a faint speck of blood on his cheek. in his hand, a wooden stake remained, gripped tightly by his ring-clad fingers. “boo.”
her arm shot out to shove him but he flicked his wrist, pushing her against the tree trunk hard enough for her to let out a sharp exhale of air. a groan escaped her lips at the impact, not expecting him to follow after her in mere seconds. her eyes widen and grasp at his hands as they grip her throat next, letting the slab of wood fall.
kai tsks, “you should know by now you can’t run from me. not you, not liv. definitely not my dumbass brother.” beginning to giggle to himself.
even with her fingernails digging into his hands, he doesn’t seem to mind the pain and instead groans into a laugh, “very kinky of you.”
struggling under his grip, her legs kick out beneath her while he lifts her up. she shoves at him to no avail like her life force was being pulled just by their contact.
struggling against him and groaning, “mmhf—fuck you kai.”
“i’d like that,” he says bringing his nose to the crook of her neck and rubs his face right in before making a sound that was too close to a moan.
confusion floods throughout her conscious and the hiss that leaves his throat only creates more. she tries to tilt her head away but he only inches closer. normally she could outstrengthen him, though tonight kai had laced her drink with vervain.
“get the fuck off me!” she squirms as he grips her closer.
again, his hand tightens around her throat enough to make her choke. airway restricted by his impossibly strong grip before he gives a tilt of his head and looks her up and down like he’s burning her to memory.
“okay,” he laughs against her skin, “whatever you want.”
suddenly he lets go, letting her fall and collapse onto the forest ground. the thud echoing around them as he only stares. she’s heaving and grabbing at her neck, coughing out at the new found air filling her lungs. the distant stirring beneath her skin only a forethought now. though kai is amused. he watches her with a practiced tilt in his neck and a slight stretch as licks his lips like his interest peaked. like a toy had been found to break.
when she meets his eyes, a scowl forms and her lips part to chant at him.
fully aware, he ruins it. kai’s been waiting for this. itching to show what it means to wield power. what it is to be powerful without compromising with nature and nepotistic principles he didn’t receive.
his hand clamps over her mouth before she can say anything.
“aw, don’t ruin the fun. i never said i was gonna hurt you but you seem like you really want me to.” amusement in his tone as he yanks her by her shoulders and holds her against his chest.
her voice comes out muffled against his palm, chants useless as he restraints her. until she bites his hand hard enough to draw blood.
“ah—ow, ha,” he abruptly lets go of her mouth but still keep his other arm seated around her midriff. holding tightly as he draws her closer, laughing lowly as he brings his face closer, “you could’ve just told me you were into that.”
the words finally slip out from her lips, a desperate chant to get him to get away with so little words.
“incendia,” rasping the word before fire erupts around them, instantaneously circling in front of the tree where he stood. she kicks him in the stomach, letting him fall into the ring of fire and letting both of them to fall to the ground. a dull ache from the loss of his touch, but a newfound clarity that had been stolen.
a sharp sound erupts from her throat as she falls to the ground. hand coming up to rub at her throat and sputter out a cough. wheezing and trying to compose herself when the laughter in front of her seems to grow louder. stealing her attention as dangerous remained. taking a deep gulp, she looks up to find targetted eyes on her already, tilting his head like he’s figured it out.
horrific realization dawning that she didn’t even know what she was planning herself, though kai seemed sure he had the options mapped out. he drags his hands through the dirt, a low hum leaving his perfectly sickening throat as his palms sink right in. leaves, twigs and stones, parting for his fingers to dig into. the scariest part should’ve been the way the flames started dying out but what was worse was how his lips parted and a soft groan left his lips. but as the magic disappeared from the land and the fire with it, it weakened her and stole from her supply.
how he seemed to derive pleasure from this, she was truly fearful of.
“you should’ve figured out by now,” he starts, fire simmering until it completely extinguishes. “i prefer siphoning from pretty things.”
she tries to hide it, but the shakiness is evident with body language as the earth below them drains the very power coursing through her veins and lighting up the forest. pulling all that delicious power she threw at him and absorbing it just to strengthen himself. then, she’s kicking herself up and nearly falling before holding her weight and staggering away. when she’s turned, he also stands and strides after her before she could even react and watches as she stumbles away. weakened by him.
a hole in the ground causes her to slip, body falling forwards before kai catches her. fingers curled around her wrist while the other holds her steady by her waist, lingering. her eyes heavy and fluttering as she breathes deeply and lets him hold her there. through heavy, evaluating eyes, kai watches her and reaches up to his necklace, abruptly tearing it off. the soft clatter of the chin hitting the ground stirs her again.
from this angle, just below his chin, he almost looks human. he almost looks good.
but that thought was dangerous and he proved it.
his hands on her began to siphon almost like it was unintentional. pulling the magic that kept her alive from the depth of her soul and stealing the energy it provided. a breathless gasp escapes her as she tenses, already weakened from his previous siphoning. weakly grabbing at him, the feeling overwhelmed her and felt like death and euphoria all at once. like being high for the very first time. hands spanning up to grab at his shoulders, digging her nails right in. kai hisses and bites his lip through a devilish chuckle.
“you look terrible,” he says, “like you’re really falling apart and i barely did anything to you.”
she trembles as she leans forward to bare her teeth, “chasing me down and killing my coven wasn’t enough?”
“they wanted to merge with me instead of jo. that’s stupidity on their part.” kai’s laugh erupts, teeth white and pearly as his impossibly bright smile bordered on insanity.
slowly, the siphoning seizes and she falls into his chest, breathing heavily as exhaustion threatened to take over. though kai was far from finished.
“so,” she shakily asks, unable to pull herself off his chest as he held her there even when attempting to pull her arm from him, he tightens it again. “why don’t you kill me? fucking get it over with.”
“who said i wanted you dead?” he coos by her ear, teasing in his stupidly attractive tone despite it all, “i just needed you compliant.”
the syphoning only halts enough to make her jolt again, relief and confusion flooding her expression. he lets go of her wrist yet keeps his other arm around her waist, more strengthen in his grip than she’d assume he could wield. staring into her like he could read her mind, she hesitates.
if she uses magic now to stop him, he could just absorb it all over. her very being was magic since vampirism was the product of transcending the afterlife. plus it would have to be a lethal blow for it to work and that simply isn’t possible. it would have to be perfect, but she has no energy to exert now and the upper hand is his.
“compliant for what?” breathing out the words as his wicked smile only grew.
“you’re gonna be like a little power bank hmm? boosting my morale one pathetic stare at a time.” without thinking, she immediately writhed in his grip, pulling at his fingers that closed around her waist tighter. kai sighs dramatically. “jeez, can you relax?”
“no,” she seethes, staring up at him with daggers in her eyes, “you’ll have to kill me cause i’m not helping you, you fucking psychopath.”
he just smiles ear to ear, tilting his head to the side as if evaluating. “i prefer sociopath actually.”
suddenly, he shoves her hard against another tree again, coaxing a sharp oof from her. his hand moved to grip her hip tight, the other snaking up to grab her jaw, not hard but enough to know it was holding her there. something in his eyes almost looked human as he trailed them over her features. his thumb shifts, dragging down her bottom lip as she takes ragged breaths.
“damn, you’re really pretty.” smearing the spit over her chin as he shamelessly stares. finally, he looks backup to her eyes, softened by something she couldn’t place. he takes his hand off her hip and speaks quieter, almost eerily calm, “it’s weird. i have this feeling in my stomach like my heart is beating in it. ugh, i don’t like it.”
she blinks at him, entirely thrown off, “what?”
something sharp is pressed against her hip and she sucks in a sudden breath. kai continues, “it’s probably like that blood lust you vampires feel. ever since i saw you at the salvatore house, meddling with the bennett witch. poking your pretty nose in things that don’t concern you.”
gulping, she leans her head against the bark to create some distance. though, he follows.
kai leans in closer to her face, “i said,” leaving less than a couple inches apart, “it’s your fault. so fix it.”
“i can’t fix crazy,” she retorts, trying hard to push down the warmth simmering inside.
“it’s not that i blame you specifically,” cooing in his cocky and horribly sultry tone, “it was your coven, trying to send me back to the prison world. but then you happened to fall into my hands. not just a witch from their family but a vampire too. now, how could i say no to that?”
a slow creep of loss, tingles at the skin on her face. pulling energy just low enough to feel like exhaustion bordering sleeping. the low hum that pooled in her stomach grew as he pressed himself against her. she gasps softly at the feeling, back arching off the side of the tree trunk. though kai only pressed on harder, watching her through low eyes as he drops the knife in his hand on the ground.
breathing more ragged as he closes the distance, his eyes trailing over her bitten lips, “and who said i wanted you to fix me?”
he presses his lips to hers in a hurried frenzy. eyes wide as the plump flesh meets hers. the contrast of the dryness of her mouth, cotton-like from running in fear, to the warm wetness of his was debilitating like none other. he was enjoying all of this so intently. the chase and the catch, it was what he was after. kai pushes his tongue past her lips, coaxing another gasp out of her and utilizing it to shift his jaw. fighting hers just to push it flat down and lap past her lips like he’s trying to remind her that this was his dominance—and failing terribly.
the sick feeling subsides into something of deep, unfiltered desire.
with her arm free, she grabs a fistful of his hair and tugs, pulling his head back. he winces softly, pulling at her hair all the same.
“you’re not scared of me?” he asks between kisses.
“of you?” she laughs as her grip tightens in his hair, and he hisses, “a disowned, powerless man-child? i’m terrified.”
the colour drains his face at her sarcasm. demeanour shifting again, he scoffs, “you probably should be. you know, they say things about me,” whispering low while he watches.
despite herself, she leans into him. a dull ache taking form on her supple skin. but kai notices because he was the source. his corners of his mouth turn upwards and the devilish smile returns.
“you feel that?” he rasps.
the creep of heat blooms over her face and something heady demands attention between their closely knit bodies. one of her hands graze his side and his head turns to watch in evaluation. he watches as she slides her hand up his torso and settles on his chest. the buttons of his henley open and exposing his skin now.
her breathing slows and an impossible to ignore warmth pools low in her stomach. “what the fuck is happening?”
kai puts one of his hands over hers now and slides it down their bodies, settling near her lower stomach. hands pressed against one another as her breath hitches when their conjoined fingers put pressure on her aching core.
“syphoning is like an art you know? i can feel things from the sources i interact with. can amplify feelings by draining another,” lips pressed by her ear now.
her breathing gets even shallower. he continues.
“like distain for example. i can take that fiery energy and leave you with the rest,” murmuring lowly as leaves an impossibly soft kiss on her neck, “leave you with lust and desire.”
it felt like the ground was beginning to slip from her feet. she sighs delicately as he holds her between him and the tree and trails his lips up her face. rasping his name when she throws her head back, he only grins.
when he does nothing, she lifts her head to look at him, a drunken look on her face. a small sound slips past her lips, “i need…”
“yes? you’ll have to speak up. what do you need?” he coos again.
gripping the fabric of his shirt tighter, “i don’t know.”
he’s about to say something, another snarky remark when she muffles it entirely, smushing her lips against his. for a moment kai freezes, having not believed that she’d truly do that. not really thinking that his syphoning could work in such a strong manner, he laughs into the kiss. his hands flex around nothing before he wraps them around her tightly, tugging her up further so her legs wrap around his waist. she gasps into his perfectly imperfect mouth and lets their skin touch voluntarily. one of his long hands snake down the front of her jeans and apply pressure until she’s wide eyed, though she doesn’t move and neither does he. kai moans into her mouth as she grinds against his hand. the soft chimes of wind swoosh past them as he holds her there against the tree and she impatiently continues moving against him.
“needy,” he murmurs, “it’s a good look on you.”
pulling him impossibly close, she snaps back, “shut up and touch me.”
he laughs but she’s having none of it, pulling back just to drag him by his hair again. defiant, he hisses as he siphons again, coaxing the same sound from her. “you want this?” almost surprised that she’d even consider anything with him.
without pulling away from him, she continues kissing down his neck, nodding and humming egregiously. nipping down his soft neck as he tilts his head for her and sighs dreamily. the sound reverberating from her lips down to her core in a way that felt heightened. as though she’d become part of the undead all over again, though she lets that thought go.
behind his eyes something glows and he fumbles with the button of her jeans. though he chokes on his spit when she palms at him through his jeans.
“ah—shit,” failing to muffle his moan as he grinds back against her hand. “what’re you doing to me.” he states rather than asking.
“could ask you the same thing,” she moans in response, letting him free her from her jeans and pull them down her legs until it hung low by her feet. kicking them away as he watches.
he makes quick work of his own and with impossible strength she didn’t know he had, kai holds her there, pressed on the tree. the thought of his source of power should’ve occurred to her, but a defeating need had taken form. pushing his pants low and taking the turn to kiss down her neck, kai takes the opportunity again. the soft humming of the siphoning continues as he pulls from her unconsciously. subconsciously desperate for power that was not his own. but the feeling was desperately delicious and it heightened the feelings of pleasure he was creating. fingers dancing by the waistband of his boxers while he impatiently pulls and pulls until the fabric rips.
she gasps his name. “i liked those.”
“oh.” he pretends to care but fails miserably. “it was in my way.”
his smile evident in his tone as he kisses up her jaw. tilting her head back more unconsciously, he doesn’t miss a beat in his coaxing. meticulous fingers, sliding down between her thighs again. the cool metal of his rings making her breath hitch and simmer for moments that felt entirely longer than it really was. dragging the slick that pooled there, he laughs lowly and his eyes scan over her features once more.
“god, you’re pretty.”
before a response could formulate or the folds on her mind had decided what to think of implication of their exchange, he applies pressure. not hurriedly or demanding, but deliberate.
soft, barely there circles with thumb but the sound of her desperation was cooing him along. dropping his head to the crook of her neck, he hums and breathes her in as he presses his thick length against her thigh.
the heaviness taking her aback enough to open her eyes wide, only to find kai already staring. grin plastered over his face as he smiles wide enough for his dimples to carry a place there.
“could keep you like this forever,” admitting quietly to her as he drags his fingers back over her slit. “i might just do that since you’re going so willingly, hmm?”
without a beat, he pushes his fingers without restraint inside. her lips part in a silent gasp that he immediately closes the distance with. using the opportunity to push further inside until his knuckle brushed against her pelvis. she whines when he turns the kiss gentle and retreats his hand only to thrust back home again. taking her bottom lip between his teeth and biting hard. she opens her mouth wider for him and his amusement grows tenfold.
“so fucking easy,” he coos, “all i had to do was a little siphoning, a little theft of your anger and it all melted into lust didn’t it?”
the realization dawns on her as he pressed himself against her inner thigh harder though his fingers continued their movements. she bites down a moan and grabs at his shirt.
“w—what do you mean? so what you took some of my magic?”
kai smiles wider, plunging his fingers torturously slow but deep enough to make her head fall backwards against the trunk of the tree. all other thoughts seemingly disappearing even as he admits his deception.
he follows and his lips press to the shell of her ear enough to rasp, “no, i took your heightened emotions. you see, the funny thing about vampires, every part of you is magical. i just played with you long enough to figure that out.”
desperate for him to continue, her lip slips from between her teeth and a loud moan fills the air. her hand falls between them to grab at his length and pump it slowly. his eyes seem to glaze over as she guides him to her entrance and a sickening, hungry look brakes form.
“okay, you think i’ll back out now? do your worst parker.”
something in his eyes shift to horrific hunger that could have been enough for her to cower. then the relentlessness took over and calm collection began.
kai shifts his hips up to push the tip inside, prodding and killing resistance. she folds onto him instead of the tree and he loves it. before her mouth opens for another remark, he thrusts his hips forward, driving himself home like he belonged. the words die in her throat as a hearty moan rips through it. he hoists her up higher, pressing her further into the tree.
with heavy palms, he squeezes the plush of her ass and uses it as an anchor and a source. their skin flush and her chest pressed to his, kai grunts as he watches her eyes roll back in her skull.
“i always knew you’d be just like this.” he chuckles, “i’m glad to see it in action pretty girl.”
the contrast of his words made her head spin. his praises and his degradation, soothing the other to create this balance in her mind that spurred her on. she would’ve protested, called him names back normally but everything melted into the pleasure he created. she leans towards him, lips aching to touch his again. to feel the warmth from him that could over a sweetest she needed badly.
but that would be too easy wouldn’t it?
that would be unlike kai to give something for nothing in return.
he watches her move closer and peels his head back a little to tsk. then he plunges back inside over and over enough for her head to spin and a whimper to escape past her lips.
“you need something princess?” practically glistening as sweat wicks his face, a thin layer from chasing and catching her. from having his way like he had been dreaming about.
she grips at his shoulders and digs her nails in enough to draw blood. the smell headier than anything she’d smelt before. with less restraint her lets her, and she presses her lips to his, more aggressive than before. more needy and demanding. all tongue and teeth that were sharp and ready to take.
sinking her teeth into his lip and sucking the nectar she craved while his hips never stopped. she pulls back to trail her kisses down his neck, licking up the dribble of blood she’d drawn until she reaches the soft, fleshy part of his neck.
the hunger takes form and she bares her teeth, already wet with his blood. she breaks the skin quickly and moans again this throat while her fingers curled into his hair. pulling and drawing while he desperately moans and opens his neck up for her more. the seconds blend into one another as his movements pick up. kai groans and sputters a broken laugh tag quickly turns into a soft whimper. she’s about to pull away but his hand lifts to grab the back of her nape and keep her close.
“fuck, i— don’t stop.”
body already floating like it was suspended in air and the sensations clouding all over judgement, she doesn’t let up. seemingly, kai doesn’t either, silencing siphoning from her so that he could have the same energy to continue.
his hips showed no slowing, thrusting up into her again and again. watching her breathe hitch as he reaches the depths and how her teeth release when he kisses her cervix. desperately saying his name like a call to prayer from the most damned.
it brings a smile to his face.
clenching around him like a vice, he seethes and hums. fucking into her deeper as his resolve completely crumbles and his ministrations became sloppier. the sound of skin against skin, obscene throughout the forest. his free hand moved against to run tight circles on her sensitive nub and she jolts in resistance. his hold tightens.
“kai,” she rasps out desperately. in understanding of her silent words, he nods and kisses her face uncharacteristically sweet.
“i know baby. let go. give me what i want.”
breath stuttering, he closes the distance of their warm mouths again. tongue slipping to tangle with hers as he plunged deeper and could barely hold himself back. she clenches around him and cries out, though he swallows it down before filling her throat with one of his own sounds of relief.
the feeling crashes over her as she finally lets go and her hands tighten around him enough that she knew it must’ve hurt. neither of them cared. kai chases his own high and prolongs her, lips still sloppily working against hers as she tries not to whimper but fails. he stutters at the feeling of her still clamping around him, and buries himself deep, painting her walls like his lewd canvas. the pulses hitting her depths as both of his hands move to hold her there. to pull her back into him for a few more swallow thrusts before sheathing himself fully inside to keep his spend there.
panting and shaking against him as he hums by her ear before kissing it. slowly sucking her earlobe and gently biting it, kneading it with his teeth. she hums in respond and lets her head fall onto his shoulder. hands moving to push her sweaty hair and watch her face glisten under the moonlight. though exhaustion had a heavy hand and its grip on her was tight now.
god, he thinks to himself. he’s never seen anything quite as magnificent as her in the prison world and he’s sure he’ll never see it after her.
“you’re truly gorgeous, you know that?” he pants out the words as he continues to kiss the side of her face.
she hums in response, “you keep saying that like it means something.”
lifting his head you grasp her chin, he watches a slow droplet of sweat fall from her jaw bone and he caves. letting his tongue slip and suck at her jawline before inhaling her scent. making another sound of blissful approval, her eyes shut and her head tilts for him to continue. the curve of his lips on her skin told her he was still scheming but she didn’t seem to care. she couldn’t seem to care about anything but him right now and though alarm bells had been ringing, she let them go.
“such a shame,” kissing her neck delicately and kneading the plush of her ass with his hands when one of them slip down.
“what’s a shame?” she mindlessly asks as she bites her lip when he bites tenderly at the skin.
kai huffs, “that i don’t quite trust you yet.”
she furrows her brows and pulls his head back by his hair to look at him. “you just fucked me and you don’t trust me?”
though he only blinks like it was enough. “so you’re saying you trust me?”
the moment hangs and she eventually sighs and shakes her head, letting her arms wrap around his his neck loosely. tender like lovers who didn’t just try to kill another.
“thought so,” humming while he still sheathed inside, ignoring their combined essence slowly making its way down her thighs.
pulling out with an obscene sound, the both of them shudder at the sudden change and kai pulls up her panties from her ankle. once he puts them back on her, he taps at her clothes core and she jolts. one of his hands kept her upright against him and the tree while the other ran soothing paths up her spine before dropping down to his torso. keeping her complaint and unsuspecting.
then he opens his mouth again and she feels the prick of something sharp against her neck. “but i’m not ready to let you go just yet babycakes.”
siphoning more than magic, taking more than just what normally could be used. kai’s mind filled with ideas of what to do with her and his ego inflated as he considered what these hybrid affects could have.
how power could be amplified.
the sharp decline of her high made a deflating sound leave her lungs as he pricked her with something. she didn’t have to ask him to know he’d dosed her with vervain, enough to slow her heart and knock her unconscious.
she rasps his name before consciousness slips and weakly grips at his collar only to be met with that same expression. the smug smile and the pearly whites, matching his stupidly attractive whiny voice. she knew it wasn’t over yet even when he shushed her weak protest and struggled to stay upright as her feet dangled over the forest ground. he just kept her there—compliant and silent.
“mhmm, sweet dreams, we’ll discuss what i’ll do with you in the morning yeah?”
though he poised it delicate and coaxing, as her eyes rolled back and her head fell onto his chest, unable to hold it up on her own, she knew death was still on the table. only this time neither of them knew who would be the wielded of that fate and kai had so many plans to consider.
i’ve reposted this so many times, if it gets flagged again i’m gonna end my shit…
Short Summary: Tom Riddle is quite laid-back when it comes to you—but under the effect of a Lust Potion, he just takes what he wants—however he wants.
Warnings: 18+ only! consensual non consent. somno, sex under the effect of a lust potion, rough sex, choking, unprotected p in v, sex with little to no prep, creampie
A/N: I got the highest grade possible for my thesis, you get filthy smut! Win-win.
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“No, stay— stay like this.”
It’s the first thing you hear when you stir awake in the middle of the night. You try to move—but something, or rather someone, is making sure you have no choice but to stay trapped beneath them.
“Please, no—“ panic rises in your chest as you struggle under their weight—but it’s no use.
“Shh. It’s me. Be good and stay still.”
This time, you recognize the voice, and you exhale a shuddering breath, relaxing just slightly.
It’s Tom.
Lying on your front, you don’t get to meet his expression, hell, you don’t even get to fucking ask what he’s doing—
Because you already feel him pressing against your entrance, tip hot and flushed, leaking with need—and with a single, measured thrust, he pushes inside. Deep.
“Fuck—“ you shriek at the sudden, stinging stretch. “Tom, that hurts!”
As you reach behind you, trying to push him away, give you time to adjust, he instantly pins your wrists to your back.
“I know— fuck, I know.” He grumbles, yet shows no intent to stop. Instead, he pulls out, pushing back inside immediately—drawing another sharp gasp from you. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart.”
You don’t know exactly what’s gotten into him. Yes, you both agreed upon this, that he could use you when you were asleep—and that you could tell him to stop whenever you actually wanted to—but never had he been this eager.
“Tom, please—“ you try again, whimpering at the burning, unrelenting stretch. His hand finds its way into your hair, lifting your head slightly just to push you into the pillow beneath you—muffling your whines.
His hips rock forward once more, testing, trying how much you can take.
“You will be quiet and take it, alright? Be a good girl for me?” He mumbles, voice coming out raspy, laced with need. He withdraws then, only halfway this time—
Just to snap his hips forward again, tip harshly ramming against your sensitive cervix—a feeling that has you biting your lips so hard, you taste blood.
“God, Tom!” You yelp, hips involuntarily bucking against his in an attempt to free yourself—but it only results in him slipping deeper, drawing a low groan from the brunette.
Slowly, he starts rolling his hips against yours, still buried deep, brows furrowed, breathing heavily through his slightly parted lips at just how tight you feel around him.
Finally, his hand leaves your hair, allowing you to inhale a deep breath—lungs burning from the lack of oxygen as you do. Just a mere second later, it’s wrapped around your neck instead, pushing you down once more.
He’s got you exactly how he likes you—one leg angled to your side, his body trapping yours between him and the bed, fingers pressing into your pulse point, enough to make you feel light-headed. Hips flush with yours, ass pressed against his pelvis—it makes his head spin. He needs to have you, take you—now.
“Slipped me this potion— told me it was for sobering up— fuck, sweetheart, you’re tight.” He groans, a deep, low sound somewhere from the back of his throat, feeling him twitch inside you.
It all comes crashing down onto you. Why he is like this.
They made him drink a Lust Potion.
Judging by the fact that he didn’t even second-guess before downing it—must mean he’s had a decent amount of drinks as well.
All of that, combined with the effects of the potion—turned him into this.
You don’t get to think about the situation for much longer and what you could do to ease the effects—the slow drag of his cock against your walls as he starts thrusting into you efficiently short-circuiting your brain.
He doesn’t ease you into it. After one or two thrusts, he picks up his pace, hips snapping against yours as though it’s the last time he gets to have you.
Tom usually isn’t the most vocal. Yes, he enjoys it—loves it, even—when he can pin you down and fuck you into the mattress until you are begging for him to let you come. But, just like outside of your sacred four walls, he likes to keep his composure—even during the most intimate acts.
In short: he hates losing control.
But now—he’s moaning, whimpering even at how sensitive he is—at how good and warm you feel, wrapped tightly around him.
It’s making your brain fuzzy. Everything about it. How you are slowly loosening up for him, allowing him to increase his pace, how your own arousal makes it even easier for him to thrust deep.
“Taking me so well, sweetheart.” Tom praises, breathless, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the otherwise quiet bedroom. “Like this pussy was fucking made for me, fitting me like a damn glove—“
And at this point you are praying you would survive this.
His thrusts grow rougher, punishing almost, brushing against your cervix with every single snap of his hips. His hand wraps around your throat, cutting off your airflow once more as he feels himself getting close.
“Fuck, darling— going to let me fill you up, hm? Make you nice and full of me?” He grits out, staying pressed flush against you for a second, making you feel all of him—every vein, every ridge—every. single. inch.
You nod as best as you can, clenching down tight around him.
“Please Tom, please fill me up— need it, fuck—“
He groans at that, cursing under his breath.
“Good girl. Such a perfect little doll, all nice and pliant for me—“
It’s not long until his pace falters, hips stuttering against your own—and he groans lowly as he starts spilling deep inside of you, coating your walls with his warm release.
He collapses on top of you—breathing heavily against your neck, chest heaving—and although your mind is still hazy with your own pleasure, your thoughts drift back to what happened before he returned to your home.
Knowing them, you guess it’s Rosier and Mulciber who did it. Probably thought it was hilarious, too.
You aren’t sure if you should feel bad for the fact that you don’t know what Tom would come up with as punishment.
Because hell—they are not the ones who have to put up with him like this.
Meanwhile, Tom is still buried deep, keeping his release right where it belongs—but then, when his breathing returns to normal, he gives you the slightest roll of his hips—
“Said it would take three hours to wear off—“
And you already feel him growing hard again.
Fuck, you are screwed.
“Tom, please—“
He shushes you with a kiss on top of your head.
“No. Stay— need you— need you again.” He rasps, back to thrusting into you, fucking his cum even deeper as he’s back chasing his next climax. And you? You are right there with him, on the precipice of your own orgasm.
Merlin fucking help you.
If he won’t kill them for this, you might just do it yourself.
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