Right, so I know you haven't written kate x reader lately but i'm begging
Title: Behave. (Read part one | Read Part Two | Read Part Three)
Ship: Female!Reader x Vampire!Kate Bishop
NSFW, MINORS & MEN DNI
Warnings: Vampire tendencies, blood, dom/sub dynamics, degredation, power dynamics, kind of mentions of trafficking but not really, night clubs, blood consumption, Humans as familiars, biting for sexual reasons, an incident with a letter opener, horrible grammar I don't proofread
[A/n: I think it's been maybe close to six months since I've written a reader x Kate story, and god did I miss it. This is dedicated to the wonderful @thinking1bee who had to bribe me into commiting to another part.]
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The fire crackled in the hearth at the front of the room. It produced a comfortable heat, one that made the sweat that trickled down your clavicle between your cleavage justifiable. You had been on your best behavior. At least, good for you. Your hands were folded neatly behind your back, eyes glued to the persian rug that cost more than the first car you had ever owned.
Katherine Bishop took a swallow from her crystal glass. The blood left a residue on the rim, her tongue sliding across her upper lip to collect any droplets that had been spilled. It was habit for her, elbows resting on her knees as she glowered at the documents in front of her.
Yelena Romanova was quite comfortable with the near silence in the study. She leaned back on the crushed velvet sofa, arm stretched across the back as she watched the flames slowly eat away at the logs. You should add another one soon. But Kate hadn’t given you explicit instruction to do so, and inference when it came to her was just that.
“How long are you going to ignore her?” Yelena asked, stare bored, accent thick and gravelly.
Kate glanced up at the blonde, swallowed the rest of the coppery taste on her tongue before returning diligently to the documents. “As long as it takes. I’m a patient woman.”
“You are not. Come on, Kate. You were young once. Reckless. Defiant.”
“All great qualities for rebellion, horrible attributes for someone meant to obey. Don’t you think?”
Kate’s voice was heavy with exhaustion. She had taken to treating you as more of an ornamental fixture than someone to carry conversation with. Occasionally, she’d ask for something, and you’d comply. Certainly not because you wanted to. In your last three months as her familiar, you had pushed every button that Kate had. Though she was right about one thing- she was a patient woman. Maddeningly so.
Yelena shrugged, took a swallow of her own drink. She was quite adept in training familiars they way they ought to be. Both herself and her older sister were proprietors for a downtown club. Apex was much too fancy for your taste when you actually had the ability to roam freely.
You had been invited to a blind date there, a singular time. It was all silver disorienting lights, and a hypnotic floral scent that made it easier to swallow eight-dollar shots. That night, you hadn’t noticed anything odd about the clientele. But, back then, you hadn’t been aware of the town’s vampire population either. You often wondered if Kate had been there that night, leaning over the railing on the second floor with her metallic eyes searching for her next conquest.
Apex pulled in a lot of money, it seemed. Kate owned 23% of the stock and it paid for itself within a week of every month. Yelena had approached her tonight about the possibility of opening up a second location, much closer to the city. More clientele, less of a chance of getting caught.
“Have you thought about opening it up to street dwellers?” Kate asked, a twinge of amusement to her voice.
“Mm, no. Our current patronage would not appreciate that.”
“I know, I know. You pride yourself on a certain standard.”
Kate threw the papers haphazardly onto the coffee table and leaned all the way back, crossing one leg over the other by connecting her ankle to her knee. You tried not to focus on the way her sweatpants rode up, showing off the tanned expanse of muscle there. She looked nearly out of place in her own home, not hard-pressed to dress up for a childhood friend.
Yelena herself was in something casual, but smart. A t-shirt and jeans that had to be hand pressed. They smelled thickly of laundry soap. Her genuine leather jacket was draped over the armrest on the sofa she was splayed on. You almost felt like you were witness to a wine night, if this were wine.
“No, no, not standard, Katie. Not letting the night-walkers in is a strategic choice. They’re getting violent and desperate and multiplying.”
“Right. They’re messy.”
“They’re easy to blame.”
Your jaw ticked, teeth clenched. Elitist. Stepping on the little guy in order to give them a sharp edge in masking the horrors they committed. Anger flushed your cheeks, and on any other night, you would say something. Nose to nose with Kate, teeth gritted and voice raising. But perhaps you were learning.
It seethed under your skin, the way you craved Katherine Bishop's attention. Her praise. You hadn’t much cared for validation before. Not from your parents, your friends, your teachers, not even yourself when you numbed yourself enough to stop caring what you saw in the mirror.
She’d played this cruel game of rewarding you with her undivided attention when you pleased her in any way. She’d hum softly, the tone going straight to your gut. She’d smooth a perfectly manicured hand down your back. The mumbled words, ‘Good Girl,’ had stopped becoming something you were envious of hearing and started morphing into something you craved after a first hit. You craved to please her.
But, sometimes your stubbornness won. The defense mechanisms that you had hardened to survive were not easily broken. Immortal creature at your throat or not, her blood coursing through your own or not. A greater part of you longed to protect the tangle of barbed wire that each event you’d rather bury than face had created.
“Y/n, do you have something to say?”
You blinked dumbly at Kate, jaw instantly relaxing. She hadn’t spoken to you in weeks now. Not directly. She certainly hadn’t said your name. You allowed yourself to look at her, eyes hard. “No.”
“No, what?” Kate prompted.
“No, I don’t.”
Your voice was icy. It snapped through the air like a crack of a whip. You could stay put, and you could endure her disregard, but you weren’t going to be polite about it. Admittedly you had tried to take advantage of her estate a few months ago, but that didn’t make it right that you belonged to her. She’d made it so the very act of distancing yourself would eat away at your nervous system until you were nothing but six feet under.
Yelena let out a low whistle, hiding her smirk behind her glass. You’d been disrespectful to Kate before, but never in front of other people. Yelena was a soft, dangerous space who minded the familiars as people instead of possessions, though the line was thin and well-trodden.
Kate’s gaze was trained on you. The normal blue challenge they carried had been shadowed with discontent. She drained the rest of her glass, slowly and without breaking her gaze. The tension in the room crackled like the dying logs in the fire.
“Right, well.” Yelena stood, needlessly stretching. She pulled on her jacket. “I’ll leave those documents here, look over them as you please, Kate.”
Instead of heading right for the door, Yelena stepped in front of you, using her curled finger to nudge your chin in her direction. Her breath was coppery and sweet, warm against your cheek. From this vantage point you could see the freckles of brown that invaded the green of her irises.
“Do not push her too hard, lyubov’.” Yelena cupped your cheek, her touch unexpectedly cold despite the fresh blood in her system and the proximity to the fire. “For your own sake.”
She squeezed Kate’s shoulder on the way out, purposely heavy on her feet to make sure you knew that it was just yourself and Kate in the study, in the house. The tension did not ease. It heightened, much like the senses of prey when a predator was nearby. The room stilled, even the fire afraid to make a noise.
Kate was still watching you. She dissected you, stripped you down to nothing but muscle and bone all while staying in one precarious spot. Your body ached under her observation. She made no effort to stitch you back together after she’d thoroughly taken you apart.
Instead, she stood, collecting the contract that Yelena left behind, and left without a word. She had acknowledged you with nothing more than a tender disappointment, and somehow, that was worse than if she pushed past the clay bones in your chest and ground your heart to a fine dust.
You were going crazy. It had been weeks since Kate left the study without a word. She stopped asking for your assistance on things. Still, you moved about the manor with a habit that was instilled in you. Even though she was pushing the silent treatment to the very edge, you needed something to do.
Kate holed herself up in the study, not only denying you access to her, but to her extensive collection of books. It left you ambling most of the time. It left you with too much to think about while you haunted a house that wasn’t yours to begin with. And while you realized this was exactly what she wanted, you couldn’t seem to care.
You could comply and apologize to Kate, grovel for her forgiveness. Or, you could do exactly what Yelena Belova had instructed you not to.
The latter seemed more appealing at this moment. You rifled through the top drawer of your dresser until your hand brushed cold metal, a letter opener that you had swiped weeks ago. It was an antique as far as you could tell. The metal handle was dulled, and casted with intricate designs. The blade itself didn’t hold much sharpness, but was enough, you figured, if you pressed hard enough at the right angle.
It was a stupid plan. If you didn’t kill Katherine Bishop, she’d kill you. But at this point in your capture, there wasn’t much to push towards. When Kate’s attention was your singular goal, everything else became fuzzy. You were becoming fuzzy. The world was blackened at the edges, the connection, the devotion, of needing to serve Kate, was clawing at the edges of your mind.
It was second nature to make yourself small. Even before it was to make Kate Bishop seem big. You made sure, for your fathers sake, to stay out of the way. When you were noticed, you could get away with a lot. When you weren’t noticed, you could easily skim money off the top of a till, or shove a loaf of bread, and a carton of eggs into your pockets.
When you weren’t noticed, you could shove a vampire up against the wall with a letter opener to their throat.
She was taller than you, yes, but you had taken her off guard.
Kate could easily overtake you; your knee was digging into one of her hips, the stodgy blade was as close to her carotid as you could reasonably guess. At first, she pushed against you, startled in her own right, but now she was pliable, peering at you with those frigid eyes, this time a spark of something more.
“I can’t do this.” You growled, pushing the edge of the letter opener further into her pale skin. “Whatever fucking game this is, what-whatever you think you’re playing at, is pointless.”
You were panting, your chest flush with her own. Kate, like always, kept her composure. Her jaw clenched and unclenched, a vein pulsating up the side of her throat. Restraint- you had realized, was something she struggled with day to day. And you enjoyed tapping the glass as much as she enjoyed polishing it. If she had a heart, you figured, it would be beating out of her chest.
“I’m wet.”
Kate had said this like it was a fact that the both of you should know. It was monotone, with a slight lift at the end of the proclamation. Out of everything she possibly could have said, possibly could have done, you weren’t anticipating that. It made you loosen your grip.
Abruptly, she grabbed a palmload of your hair, right behind your ear in a tender, almost painful spot. Kate tugged until your throat was exposed to her and the letter opener clattered to the carpeted floor with a dull thud. Your eyes started to prick with moisture, her hold only tightening.
“Baby, if you’re going to kill me, please do it with some passion.” Kate mock pouted, her breath was hot against your skin, making you shiver. “You wanted my attention that badly, hm?”
You were trembling under her touch. Her eyes flashed a devious gold as she trained them on the curve of your throat. Kate was breathless herself, swallowing the sudden bout of saliva that warmed her mouth. You could feel the way her chest shook with each exhale.
“Answer me.”
Her grip tightened, making you wince before you finally dislodged the words stuck in your windpipe. They flooded the space with your desperation. “Yes. Yes, I wanted your attention. It’s been months.”
“Since I’ve touched you.” Kate huffed, the action hot against your lips. “Yes, well. That’s typically a reward, pet, and you’ve given me nothing to reward you for. You’ve been quite the brat lately.”
“I have not.”
“Ah,” Kate tsked disapprovingly before she sunk her sharpened teeth into your bottom lip. It was barely a graze, but pointed enough to draw blood regardless. The flash of pain was soothed with her tongue in a matter of moments. “I’m talking. Not you.”
The whine you let out when she pulled her mouth away was borderline pornographic. Already, you felt the urge to chase after her. There were weeks upon weeks that you needed to compensate for. Crawling into her skin would still be too far.
Kate’s smirk infuriated you. She could most-likely hear your heart pounding. Echoes of your pulse were at your throat and wrist, you could hear your own blood rush past your ears. When you spoke, your words were soft, nearly inaudible to the human senses.
“Why are you fighting so hard for me?”
Kate’s grip slacked, the cold of her fingers trailing across your jaw stilling you entirely. Her eyes still held a shadow to them that only the undead could pull off. She tilted her head like a beast trying to figure you out by scent alone. But her touch rested there, thumb tracing over the throbbing wound on your lip.
“Is that what this is about? Y/n, if I gave up on everything that challenged me in life, I wouldn’t be where I am. Neither would you.”
Kate ducked her head, making sure you held her steely gaze. She was still irate, but in the controlled way that she guided all the same. It was buzzing under her skin, but that didn’t change the gentleness of her touch. She cupped both of your cheeks, swallowed hard.
“You are good. At least, you want to be. But no one has given you a fair shot, have they? They make their assumptions and lean into them. I’ve been around long enough now to know that all you need is a little tough love.” She cracked a smile. “Emphasis on the tough. I’m not giving up on you, even if that’s what you’re used to.”
“Tough, huh?” If Kate noticed the catch in your voice, she didn’t comment on it.
“Baby, if you wanted gentle you wouldn’t have come to me.”
On a dime, Kate’s grip moved to your shoulders, applying a sharp amount of pressure. And you were good. You knew exactly what she wanted and a thrill shot to your stomach. You followed her guidance, on your knees and peering up at the vampiress.
Kate towered over you, a looming and lithe figure that was all compact muscle. The unyielding rigidity in her expression was jarring. Everything in your body told you that this was a predator, that you should scramble and run, but you were perfectly still.
“Mm, normally I would say my indifference was enough of a punishment for you. Considering you ran in here, quite sloppily I might add, with a damn letter opener that could be from a cereal box.”
Her jaw ticked, an exhale so delicate it barely pierced the air. “You wanted my attention so badly, you can earn it down there.”
You opened your mouth to protest, knees already aching in that pleasantly painful way that kept you right where you were. At this point, you were slick with your own arousal, trying and failing to muffle the whimper that bubbled from your throat.
For her part, Kate shifted the foot closest to you, the genuine leather of her boot responding to the motion. “Ride it.”
Again, you hesitated. Your plan to storm in here was not the most well thought out. You were in nothing but your underwear and a long t-shirt, already much too exposed for your liking when Katherine Bishop was fully dressed in form-fitting black. Her hand was gripping your chin in a matter of seconds.
“Do you really think now is the time to consider disobeying me?” She purred, eyes brightening at the challenge. “Go on, pet. You can either sulk back to your room all pent up, and soaked through. Or you can be the little whore I know you are and ride my boot until you come.”
Kate soothed her hand over the apple of your cheek, faking a pout, voice dripping with contempt. “It’s your choice, babygirl. The only one I’ll ever give you.”
It wasn’t a choice, not really. Not with Kate. But there was no hell you would pick door number one. Shame reddened your cheeks, excitement shooting down your body all the same. Kate wasn’t going to touch you, but you were being granted permission to touch her.
“Take them off.” Kate ordered, holding her hand out. “I want you to feel how much of a pathetic mess just grinding on my boot makes you.”
You were obedient in this moment, clunkily slipping off your panties and placing them into her waiting hand. She hummed, something non-committal and flippant, before scrunching them up and shoving them into the pocket of her blazer. Kate arched an eyebrow at you, expectant.
The frigid, smooth material on Kate’s boot met your sex with finite pressure. You couldn’t flatten the noise you made, so desperate and wanton. Just that slight contact had made you surge forward and grip the fabric of Kate’s pant leg. She smiled, devilishly handsome, at what this was doing to you.
“See?” She asked, running a perfectly manicured hand through your hair. “You do want to be good.”
You did. God you fucking did.
Grinding down got easier after the first time. You dipped your chin, breath stuttering from your lips. Sweat had already begun to mist your skin, knees straining to keep up with your pace. Kate let you work yourself up, each movement brushing your sensitive clit with just the right amount of tension.
“I’m going to come,” You proclaimed, gripping more fabric into your hands. You hugged her calf fully now, still resolute in getting closer, taking any contact she would give you in her ambivalence. “Please, please, I need to-”
Kate, for all of her posturing, had a few weaknesses. This, you had barely begun to discover throughout your brief time with her. But, begging was one of them. She was much too strong to offer mercy in terms of life, but pliant enough to give in to flushed cheeks and misted-over eyes. She prided herself on making people feel good, lost in a wave of bliss, right before their end.
When you looked up at her, tears tracking down your face, body moving in a way that betrayed your own version of hunger, she broke. Her breath lodged in her throat, fingers twitching at her sides. If she wanted to touch you, she swallowed the urge down.
Instead, she whispered hoarsely “Go on, then.”
Her soft command was enough to make you fall apart against her shoe. You cried out, the sound muffled by her pressed pant leg. You weren’t sure if you had the strength to ride it out, but suddenly felt like you would be letting her down if you didn’t keep moving. So, you did, allowing the pleasure to flood your veins and melt away any last bit of rebellion you had harbored when you marched in here.
By the time you came down, you were trembling, panting in a quick and sharp way. You slumped against Kate’s leg, heart pounding throughout your entire body. Her hand was back in your hair, wrenching your head up to look her in the eyes once more.
“Couch. Now.”
You weren’t quite sure if your legs were going to work. But then you realized it was more of a warning than it was a command. Because, Kate scooped you up herself, lips level with yours. It was easy to forget how strong she was, how solidly she placed you exactly where she wanted you to be.
“Kate, I-I don’t think I can,”
Your back was against the crushed velvet of the sofa, Kate was between your legs, a starving expression on her face that made you shiver. As if your own release had spurred her on. Kate nipped at your jaw, her hand raking up your side before squeezing your breast.
You sighed out, arching up, her thumb brushing over your nipple. She was kissing the curve of your throat, lingering in the quick succession of your pulse. Instead of sinking her teeth into the expanse of flesh there, she kept sinking lower.
Each small scrape of her teeth served as a warning, a promise.
“It’s too much, I-”
Kate was back against your lips in a moment, the coppery taste of blood (when exactly did she draw blood?) The tang of yourself as she licked into your mouth was enough to silence you. Still, Kate made her intentions known, grinding her knee against your cunt and swallowing the resulting exclamation.
“Shh, you can take it. If you can take a beating, you can take this easy.”
Kate had a dangerous squint to her eyes as she pulled your panties from her pocket. “Open.”
Arousal shot straight to your gut. You did exactly what she told you to, moaning into the makeshift gag. The taste of your own slick made your eyes flutter, head dropping to the cushions under you. Kate scoffed, actually scoffed, at how much that worked you up. It was cynical and condescending and it made you twitch under her even more.
Kate nudged your legs apart with her knee as if she’d done so a million times before. She dropped down lower, placing a hot and wet open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh. You dug your fingers into the nearest throw pillow, trying to be patient. Even with your own panties shoved into your mouth and clenched between your teeth, your cloying pants could be deciphered.
She bit down on your inner thigh, teeth slicing deliciously into the expanse of skin there. She was so close to where you really wanted her, all while indulging where she really wanted you. Kate had told you once that Vampires weren’t inherently sexual creatures. Not at first. But as the centuries went by, they played into their assets. This had become her favorite spot to tap a vein.
“I’m not as much of a monster as you make me out to be.” She had said, flipping to the next page in her book, the fire warming the room slashed gold and yellow across her features. “Why not give them pleasure if they are giving me the same?”
A deliberate warmth gushed down your leg. You had learned that Kate was a messy, sometimes frenzied, eater. She swallowed up as much as she could in her frenzy. You were so focused on the sting, the final surrender to the fuzzy feeling she often pulled out of you, that Kate’s fingers pressing past your walls made you tense in ecstasy.
You felt her smiling against you, cocky and blatant. You were wet enough for her to go in easily, working her fingers in and out as she swallowed more of your coppery blood. This time she didn’t make you ask for permission. She could feel how close you were, how sensitive she’d made you with all of her teasing.
A light squeeze to your hip was all the confirmation you needed. You fell apart against her, around her, under her. Satisfaction flooded your body and scraped at your insides. Kate kept pace, pulling her teeth from you with a wet pop of a sound. Your nails had moved from the throw pillow to her shoulders, needing her to ground you. And like the gentleman that she was, she allowed it.
You were sensitive, your clit enlarged and dripping with your arousal. Kate’s mouth was spit-hot from your own blood. She flattened it against your center and dragged it up. You tensed, tears rushing down your cheeks. Instead of bringing you to a third, excruciating, climax Kate placed a tender kiss right above your sex and crawled her way back up to you.
She chuckled in a self-serving way, despite how spent she looked herself. Kate pulled the panties from your mouth, tossing them somewhere in the gigantic study. Her arms framed your head, hair curtaining like a raven waterfall around you. There were smudges of red, diluted with your own slick. When she leaned down and kissed you, you could taste it all.
“I treat my things well when they behave.” She whispered against your lips, breath hot. “Don’t you think?”