music to watch the boys to (i like you a lot) - katherine pierce oneshots
Summary: You expected a quiet, private afternoon with Katherine at Mystic Falls’ lake, but instead find her entertaining the Salvatores. What begins as jealousy and sharp words quickly spirals into teasing, hunger, and Katherine’s very public way of reminding you who truly has her heart.
Warnings: jealousy ; possessive!reader; katherine being a brat; shared pov; established relationship; vampiric feeding; soft public smut; grinding/humping thigh; light bloodplay; messy kissing; slight power play; katherine gets off too easily; flustered!katherine. | words: 2.543k
a/n-> katherine pierce fanfiction in 2025?? what is this? well the people have requested so here i am (three years late) who's next, regina mills or lexa i wonder.
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Despite its simplicity and youthful air, Mystic Falls carried a quiet charm.
That was the thought lingering in your mind as you walked slowly toward the lake, where you were meant to meet Katerina.
You had imagined the afternoon differently - private, unbothered, just the two of you. Such moments had grown painfully rare since you both arrived in America. Her schemes, as clever as they were reckless, always seemed to wedge themselves between you. Boredom, you supposed, was the curse of immortality - and Katherine bore it more restlessly than any vampire you had ever met. So you had never scolded her for her frequent excursions or lectured her about getting into trouble. Trouble was written into her very nature, and it was precisely that reckless fire you had fallen for.
What did gnaw at you, however, was the act of sharing her. After three centuries together, you had tried - truly tried - to loosen your grip, to let her wander into her meaningless dalliances without feeling the twist of jealousy in your chest. Vampires grew restless; they sought novelty. And still, a part of you hated the thought that Katherine could grow restless of you. Whenever you voiced it, she would laugh, brushing off your insecurities with the fierce, raw conviction that no one else mattered - that you were the only one who had ever held her heart.
But sometimes, her reassurances were harder to believe. Especially here, in Mystic Falls, with the Salvatore brothers circling her orbit like moths to a flame.
That truth cut sharp when you spotted her by the lake. The smile that bloomed instinctively at the sight of her vanished the moment you realized she wasn’t alone. Damon and Stefan were there too - lingering, hovering, performing. The brothers tossed a ball between them, deliberately loud, each movement a display meant to catch her eye. The spectacle was juvenile, but effective - Katherine sat watching, lips curved, eyes amused, letting them chase her attention as though it were the most coveted prize.
It wasn’t that you despised them. You didn’t. Stefan was still more boy than man, earnest in his innocence. Damon carried charm like armor, sharp but magnetic. Both devastatingly handsome, both smiling far too eagerly as you approached, clearly thrilled to have two women’s attention instead of one.
Your own smile felt like glass - polished but brittle - as you returned their greeting. Polite words, nothing more, before you lowered yourself into the grass beside Katherine. The brothers ran further off, still chasing the ball, leaving you alone with her - or as alone as one could be under their constant shadow.
“You took your time, darlin’.” Katherine removed her wide-brimmed hat, leaning in for a kiss against your cheek. You turned your face away at the last second. The briefest brush of air where her lips should’ve landed drew her brows together in faint surprise. “What’s wrong?”
“I thought you meant to gift me with your company this afternoon,” you said, eyes fixed ahead on the lake and the brothers splashing sunlight off the water’s edge. “But it seems I’m condemned to share you with the Salvatores.”
Her laugh was light, lilting, unbothered. You felt her gaze on you, heavy and deliberate, the kind of stare that could strip defenses layer by layer. Katherine had memorized you centuries ago, yet she still looked as though she discovered something new each time.
“I like it when you get possessive,” she murmured, teeth tugging at her lower lip when your jaw tightened in restrained frustration. “You usually hide it so well. It’s… entertaining, seeing you crack when I push too far.”
A bitter chuckle escaped you as you exhaled, finally daring to turn your head toward her. She met your eyes with a flicker of triumph - only to turn away almost instantly, lifting her hand to wave at Stefan, giggling as he outmaneuvered his brother.
The sound of it hit like a spark in dry tinder.
“Is this what we’re doing here, Katerina?” you asked, voice low but edged with heat.
Her flinch was subtle, but unmistakable. Her real name on your tongue always unraveled her - it carried the weight of centuries, of memories too tangled to name. In private, it belonged to passion, whispered between ragged breaths in moments when she allowed herself to be bare, undone. In public, it rang louder, sharper, tugging her back to times she would rather forget.
You let the silence stretch for a heartbeat, watching the way she composed herself, before you pressed on.
“Are you pushing your luck in this town?” Your words were measured, quiet, but each syllable laced with the weight of old battles. “Witches, wolves, the Salvatores - everyone. Are you playing with fire just to see how long it takes me to burn? Expecting me to step in and save you again, like I did in Moscow?”
She sighed deeply, the sound dragging from her chest like the weight of old memories. For a fleeting instant, you could almost see the reflection in her eyes - images of the countless times she had delighted in watching you unleash your power, and the heated nights that followed when you reminded her what consequences came from pushing too far.
“Tempting, really… but no.” Katherine’s lips curved into that bratty smile you knew too well - sharp as a blade but delivered with the ease of someone who never feared cutting herself on it. “What I’m doing here is my business. You have your work secrets; let me keep mine.”
You exhaled through your nose, the urge to call out her lie burning at the back of your throat. But she wasn’t wrong. You had your secrets too - not out of mistrust, never that, but because your clients demanded it. Blood contracts, ironclad confidentiality spells… shackles that kept you silent, even when all you wanted was to spill every sordid detail into her waiting grin, to gossip with her the way mortals did with lovers.
So instead, your bitterness took another shape.
“The Salvatore brothers are ‘business’ now?” Your voice was low, clipped. “Doesn’t look like business to me. Looks like you’re enjoying their company.”
Katherine stretched back onto her elbows, body loose and languid, like a cat basking in the warmth of the sun. The light poured over her exposed throat, glinting against her skin in a way that made your chest tighten. She noticed your stare instantly, of course - she always did - and her lips parted in a slow, deliberate curve.
“They’re… fun.” She let her tongue glide over her lips, savoring your distraction like the sweetest wine. “Go on, admit it. I know you like them too.”
You were too caught in the play of sunlight across her skin, too consumed by the way she baited you, to notice the flickers she tried to hide - how her eyes lingered whenever Damon managed to make you laugh, or how she watched Stefan’s attempts at poetry with thinly veiled interest. You’d been too lost inside your own possessiveness to realize how much it thrilled her to catch you unaware, to see whether you would ever waver.
“They’re sweetly naïve, that’s all,” you answered at last, forcing your gaze away before she could bask in the triumph of catching you look.
Katherine’s narrowed eyes burned into you, her expression so sharp you caught a flash of her other face - red eyes threatening to surface, hunger straining just beneath her practiced mask.
“I bet you think they’re handsome too.”
The unexpected edge in her tone made you huff out a surprised laugh. “I mean… I do have eyes. They tend to wander in the presence of good-looking people.” You tried for humor, tried to soften the weight of it, but Katherine shoved your shoulder, harder than playful. It didn’t wound - not with the centuries of strength layered in your bones - but it stung all the same.
Your laugh rose in spite of it, incredulous. “Hey, you’re the one who brought it up.”
She pushed again, sharper this time, until your back pressed into the grass. You were still chuckling, thinking it was one of her usual games, until her face blurred into its vampiric form. The amusement on your lips froze.
“Katerina - ”
“You know I hate it,” she cut in, her voice vibrating with the raw honesty she tried so hard to bury. “I hate when you find other people attractive.”
That confession pulled a laugh from you, bitter and almost cruel. “That’s rich - coming from you.”
But Katherine didn’t smile. Her eyes glowed red, but her touch betrayed her - the soft brush of her fingers against your jawline, the tender contradiction to her fury. “Not fair, baby. You know very well you’re the one with the upper hand in this relationship.”
The weight of her words settled heavy in your chest. She wasn’t wrong. You were older, stronger, infinitely more powerful. You were the shield between her and the Mikaelsons, the one who had dragged her from the jaws of death more times than either of you could count. She could tease you, provoke you, drag you across continents to clean up the wreckage of her chaos… but at the end of the day, you were still the one who held the key to her heart. The only one she had ever let slip past her walls.
“You do this to torture me,” you accused, your tone quieter this time, but heavier, weighted with the truth of it.
Katherine arched a brow, lips twitching with the shadow of a smirk. “Torture you?”
“You like making me feel powerless,” you pressed, eyes holding hers with a gravity you rarely allowed. “Because I can’t force your affection. Not even with all my strength.”
Her smirk softened into something darker, something vulnerable she’d never admit to anyone else. Her hand slid lower, fingertips grazing the open buttons at the collar of your shirt, nails teasing your skin.
“Not true, baby,” she whispered, leaning closer, her lips brushing the edge of your throat. “Nothing with you has ever felt forced for me.”
The confession nearly undid you - until awareness crashed in. The lake. The sunlight. The brothers not far off. Exposure.
You tensed, sitting up abruptly, catching her wrist as you glanced over your shoulder in search of Stefan and Damon. The meadow seemed too open, too fragile a cover for something as dangerous as her lips on your skin.
“They’ll see us,” you hissed, voice low, urgent.
But Katherine only laughed, the sound light and wicked, like she found your desperation amusing. The kind of laugh that made mortals fall in love and made you want to either kiss her senseless or shake her until she took something seriously.
“They’re compelled to look away no matter what they see, sweetheart.” Katherine’s voice dipped into a husky murmur, low enough to crawl beneath your skin. Her eyes darkened as she slid your hands - those stubborn hands trying to hold her off - down to rest on her waist. “You, on the other hand, should be compelled to never take your eyes off me.”
Uncertainty still prickled in your chest, but it unraveled the moment she shifted onto your lap, straddling you with effortless confidence. The tension bracing your shoulders faltered as her mouth found you - scattering kisses across every patch of skin her lips could claim, her hips moving in an unhurried grind that set sparks crackling through your veins.
A groan slipped from you before you could stop it, the sound guttural and raw as her perfume enveloped you, sweet and intoxicating. Yet your instincts tugged elsewhere - your gaze still flicking over her shoulder toward the lake, ears straining for the splash of the Salvatores or the tread of unsuspecting townsfolk wandering too close.
Then her fangs pierced your skin.
Your breath shuddered, a sharp sigh torn from your lungs as your hands clamped down on her hips, pinning her against you. Her feeding was messy, needy, and her hips bucked in a rhythm that had nothing to do with hunger for blood.
“You’ve lost your mind,” you whispered into her hair, voice husky, already fumbling with the buttons of her dress. Her answering moan vibrated against your neck, shameless, as she ground harder, her thighs trembling when she found the pressure she craved against your flexed leg.
“We’re gonna get caught,” you hissed, though your grip only urged her closer.
“I don’t care.” The words were muffled, dragged out on a breathless moan as her tongue licked across the fresh bite. She shivered violently when you tangled your fingers in her hair, yanking her head back just enough to crush your mouths together.
The kiss was ruinous, wild - blood and want mingling, her tongue pushing past every barrier you tried to hold, as though she could devour you whole. It wasn’t the kind of kiss two women could get away with in public, not in this century, but Katherine kissed you as though the world itself had ceased to matter.
Between her desperate licks and the scrape of her teeth, you managed to rasp words into her mouth, half-scolding, half-teasing, your voice shredded by arousal.
“This would be much more comfortable in a bed,” you growled, your thigh jerking upward to meet her grind. Her whimper nearly undid you. “I could take my time with you… kiss every inch of your skin… make you forget your little games for the night.” Your tongue traced behind her ear, and she broke, keening softly, nails digging into your shoulders.
You pressed the advantage, lips grazing the shell of her ear as you murmured darker promises. “I could make you forget even your own name with my tongue buried deep inside you…”
Her hips snapped forward too sharply this time, her entire body seizing with a trembling shudder. Heat bloomed against your thigh, her breath ragged, uneven. For a heartbeat, you just stared - eyes widening as the realization sank in.
“Did you just…?” The incredulous laugh that broke from you was as startled as it was amused.
Katherine turned her face away, but not fast enough to hide the crimson flush blooming across her cheeks. “It was just a small one,” she muttered, the defensive edge of her tone only fueling your amusement. As if calling it “small” could make the sight of Katherine Pierce undone in your lap any less intoxicating.
You caught her chin firmly, forcing her to meet your eyes again. Her pupils were blown wide, lips swollen, every line of her body still shivering with aftershocks.
“Is that so?” Your smirk was dark, slow, deliberate. “Well, then say goodbye to your little boytoys, Katerina, because I’m taking you back to my room. And what I’m going to give you won’t be ‘small’ at all.”
Her breath hitched audibly, arousal flaring in her eyes as her body trembled with anticipation. She exhaled shakily, pushing herself off your lap with legs still weak beneath her.
When she turned toward the Salvatores, smoothing her dress and summoning that easy smile again, you leaned back into the grass for a moment, chest still heaving. A smile tugged at your lips despite yourself as you watched her saunter toward them with calculated grace.
Maybe this afternoon hadn’t been such a disaster after all.