The One He Didn’t Dismiss||
| Caius Volturi x reader |
[smut] Summary: You enter Volterra as a liability. You stay as Caius Volturi’s problem. With every heated argument and lingering touch, the Volturi king realizes some dangers aren’t meant to be destroyed—they’re meant to be claimed.
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Volterra always smelled like stone and old rain.
You noticed it the moment Felix escorted you through the massive iron doors of the Volturi castle. Not fear. Not blood.
Time.
Everything here felt frozen in it.
Your boots echoed too loudly. Your breathing sounded wrong in a place where no one needed air.
Felix didn’t speak.
Neither did you. Until you finally spoke up “So,” you muttered, glancing up at the endless ceilings. “This is where tourists come to die?”
Felix’s mouth twitched. “If they’re lucky.”
Comforting.
You weren’t supposed to be here.
You were supposed to be in Florence on a study trip, digging through ruins with your professor, not walking into a vampire monarchy because someone realized you’d accidentally translated something you weren’t meant to.
Ancient Volturi script.
Forbidden records.
And instead of erasing you, Aro wanted to use you.
Lucky you.
The throne room doors opened without a sound.
Light spilled over marble floors.
And there they were.
Aro leaned forward, eyes glowing with interest.
Marcus stared at nothing.
And Caius—
Caius already looked annoyed.
White hair pulled back, red eyes sharp as glass, posture rigid with permanent dissatisfaction.
He didn’t wait for introductions.
“This is the human?” he asked flatly.
Felix nodded. “Yes, my lord.”
Caius’s gaze swept over you slowly.
Not curious.
Judging.
Unimpressed.
“She’s breathing too loudly.”
You blinked. “Sorry. I’ll turn that off.”
Aro laughed softly.
Marcus’s lips twitched.
Caius’s eyes snapped to you.
“You’re insolent.”
“You’re dramatic.”
Felix stiffened.
Aro looked delighted. “Oh, this is refreshing.”
Caius leaned back in his throne.
“She won’t last.”
You met his stare. “Neither will your patience with me.”
Silence fell.
Not deadly.
Interested.
Aro gestured you forward. “You discovered our early law text, yes?”
You nodded. “Accidentally.”
Caius scoffed. “Humans are always accidental problems.”
“Funny,” you replied. “Vampires aren’t exactly careful either.”
Caius stood.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
The room cooled.
He descended the steps and stopped in front of you, close enough that you could see faint cracks in his marble-pale skin.
“You speak because Aro allows it,” he said quietly.
You looked up at him. “Then tell him to stop.”
His eyes darkened.
Aro smiled wider.
“We require her,” Aro said. “She understands the older dialect better than most immortals.”
Caius didn’t look away from you.
“She’s human.”
“And alive,” Aro replied pleasantly. “Which is rare for our visitors.”
That earned a faint, humorless curve of Caius’s mouth.
“You’ll work in the archive wing,” Caius said. “You’ll translate. You’ll remain supervised.”
You crossed your arms. “And if I wander?”
His gaze flicked to your throat.
“You won’t wander twice.”
You held his stare.
“Threatening me isn’t impressive.”
“No,” Caius murmured. “It’s efficient.”
Something in his voice wasn’t anger.
It was attention.
And that was worse.
The Archive
The archive wing felt like a cathedral built for secrets.
Shelves taller than buildings. Scrolls older than empires. Candles burning without melting.
You spent days there.
Always watched.
Always quiet.
Until Caius started coming himself.
Not Aro.
Not Marcus.
Caius.
He’d appear without footsteps, pale cloak brushing stone, eyes already on you like you’d personally offended him by existing correctly.
The first time, you nearly dropped a manuscript.
“You stalk like a ghost,” you muttered.
“I am older than your country,” Caius replied. “You should feel honored.”
You kept writing. “I feel inconvenienced.”
He stopped beside your table.
“You write slowly.”
“You stand too close.”
Silence stretched.
“You’re careless,” he said.
“You’re nosy.”
His eyes narrowed.
“You don’t fear us.”
You shrugged. “Fear doesn’t make people smart. It makes them quiet.”
“And quiet humans live longer.”
You looked up at him then.
“So far, you haven’t killed me.”
His gaze lingered.
“That isn’t mercy.”
“Then what is it?”
He didn’t answer.
Instead, he picked up the scroll you were working on.
“You mistranslated this.”
You stood. “No, I didn’t.”
“You softened it.”
“It’s supposed to be softened.”
Caius turned to you slowly.
“Volturi law is not gentle.”
“And neither is bad translation.”
Your faces were closer than necessary.
Again.
Always again.
“You enjoy opposing me,” Caius murmured.
“You enjoy noticing.”
“That’s dangerous.”
“So is hovering.”
His jaw flexed.
“You’re reckless.”
“You’re curious.”
He paused.
That landed.
“I don’t do curiosity.”
“And yet you keep coming down here.”
Silence snapped tight between you.
Firelight flickered against his pale skin.
Your pulse sped up for reasons that had nothing to do with survival.
“You think because you speak boldly, you’re untouchable,” Caius said quietly.
“No,” you replied. “I think because you haven’t touched me, you don’t want to.”
His eyes darkened instantly.
“That’s a mistake.”
“Then correct it.”
The words slipped before you could stop them.
The air changed.
Caius stepped closer.
One hand braced against the table beside you.
Trapping.
“You push limits you don’t understand.”
“Then teach me.”
His gaze dragged slowly over your face.
Your mouth.
Your stance.
“You’re human,” he murmured. “Weak. Temporary.”
“And you’re staring.”
He stopped.
That tiny pause said everything.
“You’re irritating,” Caius whispered.
“Good.”
His hand lifted, stopping inches from your jaw.
Not touching.
Hovering.
Controlled.
“Do you know what happens to humans who distract kings?”
You swallowed.
“No.”
His voice dropped.
“They stop being distractions.”
Your breath caught.
“But you haven’t stopped me.”
He leaned closer.
“Because you’re useful.”
“And?”
“And reckless.”
“And?”
Silence.
His fingers brushed your jawline.
Cold.
Electric.
Wrong and perfect.
“You don’t belong here,” Caius murmured.
“Neither do your eyes,” you replied softly.
That broke the stillness.
His hand slid to your waist, firm but restrained.
“You will be the death of your own safety.”
“Then stop making me feel safe.”
His face was inches from yours now.
Stone wall at your back.
Caius’s arm caged beside your head.
“You don’t understand what you invite.”
“Neither do you.”
His gaze flicked to your lips before he could stop himself.
That mistake told you everything.
“You hate this,” you whispered.
“I despise it.”
“Then why aren’t you leaving?”
Because he couldn’t.
Because neither of you moved.
Firelight danced.
The room emptied quietly behind you without you noticing.
Just stone.
Just silence.
Just Caius.
His voice dropped.
“You are trouble.”
“And you’re already involved.”
His hand tightened at your waist.
The tension finally snapped.
His mouth met yours.
Controlled.
Sharp.
Not gentle.
Not rushed.
When he pulled back, his eyes were brighter, dangerous in a way that meant no one else would be allowed near you again.
“You don’t test Volturi kings,” Caius murmured.
You breathed, “Then stop acting like you want to be tested.”
He lifted you effortlessly.
Carried you toward the adjoining chamber.
The doors shut.
Locked.
The world narrowed to candlelight and breath and proximity.
He set you down slowly.
His hands still on your waist.
“You keep defying me,” Caius whispered.
You stepped closer.
“Then stop rewarding it.”
His gaze burned.
The air thickened.
Nothing else mattered.
The line was already crossed.
He slammed you on the bed grabbing youre throat but not too tight to harm you. caius moved fast on top of you. he kissed youre neck, making you let out little whimpers, this does nothing but make him hunrgier for you.
he lets out a small growl, he wants to hurt you enough for you to know that youre his. his human. his toy. he holds himself back for now. he continues to kiss youre neck making his way down to your chest, he takes youre shirt off and bra and you look at his red eyes, he pauses, admiring you for an moment "you are so beautiful.." he says his once dark angry expression leaves, his mouth is slightly hung open, his eyes drift down, he takes youre pants off that once showed your pretty curves he was always distracted by, he once tried to push his lust for you away.. but look where he found himself.
he is now admiring the other half of your body that was covered up. his hands feel youre breasts, waist, and thighs, the warmth of your body. his cold haves sent shivers on your back. you just stared at him, he is beautiful, much beautiful than you thought, an cold, dark, vampire was touching an fradgile human like you. not an normal vampire either.. one of the Kings.. while staring at him you soaked everything in. he looks back into your eyes. he kissed your lips one last time before devouring you. He took off his clothes in a flash.
He grabbed youre breast and began to suck. You gasped. trying not to moan, he looked up at you and bit down a bit. You loved it. his hands are touching every part of your body he can.
He sucked your other breast. he kissed your stomach all the way down to your entrance. Your hands found his hair. he looked up at you before licking your clit. Your eyes rolled back. "caius" you whimpered. he knelt on the ground at the edge of the bed. he put your legs on his shoulders and his head inbetween your thighs.
he ate you out so roughly, you loved every second of it. he wasnt here to pleasure you that much, he can be so rough then so caring and sweet in the blink of an eye.
he lifed up his hand and put one of his fingers on you clit. making his way down to your entrance and pressing down. You moaned so arching your back and begging for more. "Shh." he looked up, taking away his finger. He loved controlling you this way. You nodded, biting your lip, wanting to feel his fingers inside of you. he put two in quickly. he licked your clit while working inside of you. His fingers curled, hitting your spot. Your hands in his hair. he didnt care how messy his hair got and you were surprised. You moaned but not too loud still obeying his orders.
You were close to an orgasm. very close. youre head rolled back along with your eyes, youre back arched. "C-Caius im so close," you yelped. he hummed into you. That did it. youve never felt this high. you beathed heavily. He pulled away; his fingers left. he looks up at you getting off the ground and licking his fingers. "You taste delightful, darling," he says, getting on top of you. he holds your wrists above your head.
"Youre such an good little human for your king, hm?" he tilted his head. face moving closer to yours as he stared into your eyes. "y-yes. im all for you." You bit your lip. he smirked.
He moved his head away. His large cock lined up with your entrance. "i promise I won't be gentle," he says before looking up at you. You just looked into his eyes. he slammed into you while still making eye contact. his head tilted back, taking you in all around him. "You're so warm and tight," he thrusts into you. He grabs your breasts as he watches this bounce up and down with each time he slams into you. Your mouth hung open, moaning his name. "yes thats it beautiful, keep saying my name," he says, moving faster. You're now screaming. you cling onto him, your nails digging into his back, his hands around your hips, moving you faster on his dick. hes close to releasing inside of you. he cant contain himself anymore. This human has weakened him so much he can't hold back; you feel too good. He closes his eyes, still trying to hold back, but he no longer can. He looks at youre head held back with your arms now around his neck, the sight is too much for him. His body fills with anger as he gives into it. "O- oh god-" he says as he releases inside of you, rolling his eyes back. You feel his thick warm cum filling you up, and you look up to him, seeing him giving into you and showing that you make him weak, makes you orgasm all over his cock, and his thick mix with your fluid. you whinne. He looks back to you, placing you down and pulling out. Some of the fluids from both of you drip out of you. he looks back at you after staring at what he's caused. "Youre mine y/n," he leans down and whispers in your ear. His hand comes to your throat. squeezing so you understand. You gasp. His face was emotionless. even though on the inside, he is flowing with love for you. love. for you, a human.
"fuck" he whispers to himself as he backs away from your little worn out body, realizing what he has gotten himself into. but he wont even leave your side after this.
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