TW: Extreme degradation and exhibitionism kink, gets kinda dark too. But everything is consensual as it should be. I do not stand for anything other than that. P.s. This smut is not everyone's cup of tea. If you're not into any of the things stated above, just skip it. It was my responsibility to let you know. So, read at your own risk!
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Music blared across the penthouse, dissolving the loud sound of heels clicking on the floor. The blonde stripper swayed from hip to hip, dressed in the scantiest dress I had ever seen.
Damon pulled her in closer, letting her run her hands over his chest. She pushed him back on the couch next to Stefan who sipped on his drink. The three of us watched as the girl unzipped her dress, shrugging it off seductively to reveal their black lacy lingerie to them, which again did nothing to cover anything.
She placed her hands on Damon's shoulders, moving her body to the beat. I rolled my eyes as she slid them under his shirt, ignoring how he was eyeing her almost naked body. But when her hands slid up Stefan's legs, brushing against his thighs, my jaw clenched involuntarily. I growled at her, pulling at the ropes holding me down.
"If she puts her filthy hands on him there again, I'm going to cut her into teeny tiny pieces and feed her to the sharks!" I snarled again, earning two looks of amusement. "Or better yet, I'm gonna straight up eat that bitch,"
"Wow," Damon smirked at me, impressed. "So protective over my baby brother,"
"That's because he's not a little bitch like you,"
"If you keep using your mouth like that, I'm not responsible for what happens to it," his dangerously calm composure sent a chilling thrill down my spine. He paused, roaming his eyes over my naked body. "Or the rest of you, for that matter,"
"Well, why don't you untie me and we'll see about that?" I challenged, voice quavering slightly from the vibrations going straight to my core.
Oh, did I forget to mention how I was ambushed, stripped naked, tied up with a freaking vibrator inside me, and made to watch as my dear sweet husbands got stripteases?
I might or might not have brought this upon myself when I flirted with a few guys (I was drunk) and brought up the twenties (still a touchy subject)... and exhibitionism (Hey! don't kink shame me in that judgy little tone), but let's be honest here, Damon's not even into blondes! And Stefan could never...
"You know you wouldn't be here if you didn't act like such a little slut the other night, right?" Stefan asked smugly.
Don't say it, don't say it, don't say it- F#%k it!
"I'm sure I'm still not slutty enough to get fucked by the world's greatest whores," I sassed back. "It's only the truth, isn't it, Stefan?"
The playfulness on their face disappeared, leaving something darker. Before I could ponder about the death sentence I just signed, Stefan sped over to me, grabbing me by my throat. He clenched his jaw so hard that for a second, I thought he would kill me. But he smirked instead, and according to the laws of the universe, when Stefan Salvatore smirked, you're either getting fucked or you're fucked.
Long story short, I'm fucked.
Stefan slammed me back on the round bed, his hand still around my throat. My legs shook underneath him, my second orgasm fast approaching. I bit my bottom lip, trying my hardest to bite back any noise. There was no way I was giving in to him that easily today. But all of my self-control went to shit when he took the vibrator out, pressing his body against mine instead.
And that was all he needed to burst my bubble and make me fall apart.
Consumed by bliss, I moaned. He inched closer to my face, letting out a growl. "You know it's funny when you talk like that, knowing damn well how easily we can destroy your little cunt,"
His hands raked across my chest roughly before he trailed his tongue down my neck to the valley of my breasts. Taking my right nipple into his mouth, Stefan swirled it around my nub over and over again, switching between the two. He fastened his teeth around the delicate flesh, tugging at it gently. A rush of adrenaline flow through me, feeling his teeth graze over my skin.
He bit into my breast, drinking my blood softly while playing with the other. "Stefan..." his name rolled off my tongue. It felt so good, better than anything in the world.
Well, except one. But paired with this, sex with these two was just out of this world.
Once the euphoric haze took over us, he kissed his way down to my core. I moaned, feeling his nose brush against the swollen bundle of nerves as he sucked on the tender bud, slowly then harshly, licking long stripes up and down my slit. He slipped in two of his thick fingers through my opening, continuing to eat me out.
With each stroke of his tongue, his fingers curled upwards. He knew which buttons to push, which pace to feel and above all, he knew exactly how to pleasure me in ways that had me chanting his name like a prayer. Stefan, yes. Stefan, don't stop. Stefan this, Stefan that... Just him. My sex God. He could have me worshipping at his altar any time.
Just the sight of him was enough to make me orgasm and I did, not even embarrassed by the fact he had made me cum in less than a minute.
Stefan immediately lapped at my juices like a starved man. "Do you have any idea how good you taste?" he asked, but I was too lost in the pleasure flowing through my body to answer.
The sound of chains rattling broke me out of my reverie. He had tugged at them so gently, yet they broke down into pieces. He grinned like a Cheshire cat at my reaction to his show of dominance. Yeah, yeah, whatever. I could've done the same in a tick if I wanted to release myself.
"Take it off," Stefan ordered, voice breathy with desire. Knowing what he wanted, my hands quickly started working on his belt. I unbuckled it, sliding it through the loops and holding it out to him. "You know what to do,"
His eyes averted towards the polished wooden table beside us. I followed his gaze to find the girl gone. Gulping, I studied the look in their eyes that screamed danger. Not wanting to test the waters anymore, I crawled down the bed, taking Damon's proffered hand. He guided me to the table and I bent over it, gripping the edge.
"Safeword?" he asked seriously.
"I remember," I replied in all equalness.
"Good," he kissed me, pulling away with a little smirk. That bastard knew the kind of effect he had on me, stripping like that in front of my eyes. Seeing him all hard and waiting for me, and not being able to touch him was punishment alone. He slumped down on the couch in front of us, playing with himself to make me jealous.
Damon watched aroused as Stefan circled me like a predator, the look in his lust-laced eyes more animalistic than I had ever seen before, even when he used to rip people apart for sport. The buckle end of the belt remained wrapped in his right hand. He used the other to lift my chin and force my proud eyes away from his beautiful hard cock.
And they say the sun's hotter. Clearly, they hadn't seen these two boys yet.
His fingernails dug into my skin, creating crescent moons on my cheeks. "The more you move, the harder I hit. Got it?"
"Got it," it came out in a whisper, pleasing him and he rewarded me with an open-mouthed kiss.
He could've kept me tied up but watching me struggle and try to be obedient out of free will was so much more fun for them. Sometimes I wondered if he had a split personality disorder. Even if he did, I loved experiencing both sides of him.
Goosebumps raised over my skin as I felt the familiar presence of the leather trailing down my back, preparing my cold skin for what was about to come. "Count," My heart leapt up when he withdrew it, serving me a harsh blow across my ass.
"Ahh!" I yelped. He had hit me harder than I had expected. Just as the thought of disobeying him seemed easier, Stefan spanked me again, following with another aimed at my thigh. "One," And again. "Two," and again. "Three,"
It didn't take long for the pain to ebb through my body, thanks to vampirism, but not without leaving a burning sting on my skin. My knuckles turned ghost white as it came down harder and harder. He'd give me a few seconds to recover and then hit me again with all of his strength, forcefully reaping his desired screams from my mouth.
"Louder, Rose. I know you can do better than that," Stefan moved lower, delivering a slap straight to my clit.
"Seventeen!" I cried out breathlessly. "Seventeen,"
Satisfied, he dropped the belt to the ground, rubbing over the tender skin. I placed my head on the table, the combination of his cold hands against my now aflame skin both soothing and painful. He gripped my shivering thighs, kissing away the pain until a pleasant feeling started to bubble over me.
"Know why I did that?" He asked.
"Because I talk too much?" I retorted, giggling as he left a trail of hot, wet kisses up my spine, stopping at the nape of my neck.
Stefan shook his head, taking in the scent of my blood. He sucked right above my sweet spot, dragging his tongue down to my carotid. "Because you drive me crazy," I waited for him to pull me into the fog of ecstasy once again, but instead, he flipped me around, throwing my legs around his hips. "Rose,"
Heat pooled between my legs at the huskiness of his voice. He wrapped his hand around my throat, pounding into me with all of his vampiric strength. My body jolted forward from the impact, and I quickly braced myself by covering his hand with mine, holding it in place. The table squeaked under the weight of his thrusts, mirroring what he must be doing inside my body.
Stefan leaned in, covering my naked body with his. "So damn crazy that every time you open your mouth..." His grip on my neck tightened, my nails digging into his arm. "The ripper in me can't stop thinking about shoving my dick down your throat and making you choke on it or worse, draining you dry while I fuck your brains out over and over again. And you still have the audacity to tease me about it?"
My legs clenched around him almost immediately, so tight I could feel his every curve, every vein. "Fucking slut," he grunted at the feeling, shaking his head at my grinning face. My God, what had I done to the sweet, innocent Stefan?
That smugness got wiped off my face when his throbbing cock brushed against my sweet spot, knocking the air out of my lungs. My face must've turned red from the lack of oxygen, and he immediately let me go, leaving me panting for breath. He pinned my arms above my head instead, moving harder while he rubbed my clit in circles, nipping at the bud until I squirmed.
Obscene noises came out of my mouth as the ache between my legs dissolved into pleasure. He curled his muscular arm around my waist, guiding me to a sitting position. His hand slid up to the nape of my neck, staying there as he moved his lips on mine voraciously, his hips bucking into mine with the same hunger, demanding everything I had to offer.
The sound of Damon drawing back the curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows reached our ears. I gasped in Stefan's mouth, realizing what he was doing. It was evening outside and with the lights on, anyone from miles could see us. Maybe not clear enough for the humans to recognize us, but still enough to make my hormones go crazy.
"Now that is going to be quite a sight to look at," Stefan pointed out, taking himself out of me. "All yours, brother," he stepped aside, giving me a wink that went straight to my core.
Then his brother grabbed me in a not so gentlemanly way. Lust had changed his blue orbs into a dangerous colour of midnight black. I gulped, eyeing the precum oozing out of his pink tip. The veins on the length looked like they were ready to burst out. Male anatomy was weird but sooooo sexy.
"I can't wait anymore," Damon backed me against the glass wall slowly, dark veins appearing under his eyes. "I want you now,"
My heart pounded in my chest like a drum, and the apex of my legs was a whole different story that needn't be said out loud. Twitching and throbbing like another heartbeat, bringing that annoying grin of satisfaction on his gorgeous face.
I had to mentally restrain myself from making any remark, reminding myself that he had once been the man who could do all that his brother used to, even with his humanity on. While he lacked Stefan's boyish purity, his seductive and sensual charms gave him such a fitting yet dark contrast.
The notion had always made our sex more thrilling, but today, it was scary too. For right now, I was his prey, fully aware of how easily he could break me, even with all of my strength.
Quick as a flash, he turned me around, clutching a thick fistful of my hair in a tight grip. I shivered when the rough surface of the glass touched my bare chest. Damon parted my legs with his other hand, using his grip on my hair to tip my head back. His eyes stayed on mine as he teased my folds with the tip of his cock, both of us moaning at the feel of the other.
"See? Now everyone's going to know what a little slut you are..." Lust and anger dripped from his voice, the former being more presiding. He pushed the tip in, reaping a helpless wince from my mouth as I tried to adjust to his size. But he'd deny me of that freedom too, ramming into me like a madman, barbaric and unyielding.
His pelvis hit against my sore ass with every thrust, my hand going back involuntarily to stop him. He countered by yanking my hair slightly, his hand pressing down right below my belly button. My mind went blank, tingly heat rising in the soles of my feet when his flesh hit all the right places inside me. He increased the pressure on my abdomen before hauling his fingers down to my clit and back again. A trick that reeked of how experienced he was at sex.
What was meant to come out as a whimper turned into a scream. I clawed at his hips, hard enough to draw blood. But Damon was stronger. I kicked my legs, stretched my limbs to restrict him or take just a minuscule of power from him, but he didn't even flinch. Like this, I was no match for him.
He neither tried to halt my feeble attempts nor did he stop. The idea of people hearing and seeing him doing me just spurred him on. "I love it when you put up a fight. It's so sexy," his voice was sex, pure sex. He tried to go in deeper, fucking me harder, an embodiment of lust and madness.
With every thrust, I was shoved forward, trembling and at his mercy while he continued to drug me with insistent kisses. Sensing I was near, he let me go, making me fall back into his chest for support. Another push and I came undone around him. He took my tongue in his mouth, letting me dissolve my cries inside it.
He was the only thing keeping me from falling. And he didn't hold back, letting me hear how overwhelmed I had made him too. The thing about Damon that turned me on the most was how he never held anything back, not vocally and sure as hell not physically. I could feel what he felt just by his eyes, but the noises coming out of his mouth were just the sexiest thing ever.
Before I knew it, I was thrown back onto the couch. A certain hazel eyes Salvatore towered over me, his erection standing tall against his perfectly sculpted body. I drooled at the sight, very ludicrously opening my legs for him when we both knew I wouldn't be able to take it.
Stefan shook his head, carrying me up instead. I quickly straddled him, fastening my arms around his neck. "I want you to ride me," he said, sweeping my hair back to pepper my collarbone with kisses.
He dropped to the couch behind us, holding me up singlehandedly as if I was featherlight. His other hand encircled his length, shallowing it over my opening before entering me. I sank myself onto him slowly, muffling a scream by biting into his shoulder. But it was no use.
His hand landed on my bottom disapprovingly, ripping it from my throat when his hips jerked upwards without any warning, burying himself inside me as deep as he possibly could. "Move," he barked, leaning back.
I placed my hands on his chest, gathering whatever remained of my strength to rock myself on him faster, wincing helplessly. Stefan threw his head back in pleasure, closing his eyes. Our sweaty bodies slapped against each other in a rhythmic motion. Tears threatened to leak out of my eyes, from both pain and pleasure. I felt so sensitive, so depleted, just barely hanging on the edge of sanity. But his moans kept going louder and louder, his kisses becoming hard with a passion that rejuvenated my entire body for him.
"You're doing so good, baby," he encouraged me, rubbing my back slowly.
Noticing my movements getting sloppy, Stefan secured his hands around my waist, lifting my body up and down his length caressesly as if I was a fleshlight, a toy crafted for his pleasure alone. I could feel his balls growing tighter by the second, screaming for release. Then it hit me. They had been using me to edge themselves again and again. And for some weird reason, the thought held all the power to bring about another orgasm, shockwaves gripping my body.
A dishevelled mess, I mewled and writhed without any control of my body, desperate for just a moment of relief. My legs felt like jelly, my core numb from the constant intrusions. Yet he didn't stop. Each buck of his hips was angled perfectly, knowing how and where to torment me until I break.
And I did break.
Damon was beside us in a second, cupping my face in his hands. They both studied my face carefully in silence. Concerned eyebrows rose at me. They didn't even need to say it. I already knew the question, shaking my head in a firm no.
Rose Pierce, you must be completely out of your mind right now.
Damon smirked, tangling his fingers into my hair again, pulling hard. Before the echo of my cry could subside, he had me on the floor in front of Stefan. Both eyed me like a wild animal, ready for hunt. I caught a glimpse of my reflection, not even recognizing the girl staring back at me. My hair was a hot mess, lips dry, tears running down my face. Red marks aligned my body, leaving their mark for a short while before the healing kicked in.
"Who's the whore now, Ro?" Damon asked as they both joined me on the marble floor. He ghosted his fingers over the bruises they had given me. I flinched, biting into my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. His tongue licked my lips clean, savouring the taste. "Mmm... A taste, brother?"
"You don't have to ask me twice," Stefan returned his cocky grin.
Dark veins danced down his now bloodshot eyes, bathed into a streak of red. Damon held my hair back, offering my exposed neck to him. I could hear my heartbeat faster in anticipation, my head tilting to give him more access, my body aching to feel the endorphin rush through me once again.
A pathetic thing it was, their hold on me, how willing I was to let them hurt me like this. Some sort of twisted vampire fantasy. But that was what we were. Vampires. And the pain was in our primitive nature. It turned us on, gave us pleasure like anything else.
Stefan bit into my neck, drinking with new vigour. He decided not to hold himself back anymore, gulping mouthfuls at a time. More and more blood left my body but with it came that undiluted, pleasure. It ran through me like a drug, numbing every pain. I couldn't think, I couldn't speak or even breathe.
Once he was done, Stefan leaned back against the furniture, keeping his lust-laced eyes on me. Damon placed his wrist against my mouth. He made me drink his blood, just a few drops to bring me back to consciousness. It was nowhere near enough to let me heal and that's how I knew they weren't done with me yet.
In a single violent shove, Damon pushed me down on the floor. I steadied myself on my trembling fours as best as I could, doubting if I could even do it. I felt his foot part my knees wide from behind. "Keep them open," his voice dissolved into the loud sound of leather hitting my now fragile skin, the stinging pain rushing back into me.
He yanked my face up by my hair, tightening the belt around my neck like a leash. Bunching my hair with it, he jerked it back, my mouth falling into a long cry as he started ramming into me furiously, not caring how overly sensitive they had made me down there. The intensity would knock me forward every time and he'd drag me back to him. I felt like a rope again, stuck in a game of tug of war, being constantly pulled and stretched back and forth.
The effects of being tossed around the room like a rag doll were starting to show. Every part of my body hurt, almost numb from the continuous ravaging it had been subjected to in the past hour. The lightheadedness from the lack of blood and oxygen doing nothing to help my cause.
"Day, it hurts," the words were too muffled, too choked.
He tugged at my hair, letting me know my plea had reached him. Then his lips were against my ears. "Well, too bad because listening to you scream and whimper like this is a fucking melody to my ears," he spat, nibbling on the skin on my neck. Pleased by the unhealing bruise he left, he continued, ignoring the fluttering of my walls around him.
I didn't want him to stop. But my tired body was shaking, clawing, begging to somehow melt into the softness of the rug underneath us. He was going way too fast and way too hard, and the death grip he had on my hair hurt now more than ever. I couldn't take it. "Stop,"
"You want me to stop?" there was an unusual softness in his tone. I nodded mindlessly, a part of me screaming yes, another no. "Then why don't you beg for it?"
"Please, stop. It hurts" I felt him loosen his grip slowly.
He didn't respond to my words for a long moment. When he did, I was met with what sounded like a snarl of warning, his hand pinning the side of my head down on the floor. "I would've, if you hadn't been acting like such a brat lately," His knees were positioned on either side of me, his hand in my locks again. That was all it took for the tears to come rushing down.
My body was locked in a position where I couldn't do anything but take all of him. I didn't scream or shout. I couldn't even if I wanted to with the strap around my throat. Nothing came out of me, not even when he took himself out, only to rummage inside me again and again. Except for tears as he whispered things straight into my ear, words drenched in pure filth same as my thighs were drenched in my own release.
Brushing away the nest of hair falling on my face, he forced me to look at the window. Against the night sky and the lights, our reflection was clear, every explicit detail easily visible to us as to any onlooker. He made sure I felt it all too. The wet trail running down my face, the bruises on my neck or the scratches his perfectly manicured nails left right above the one's Stefan had given me earlier.
I was covered in their mark, inside out. Still, he wanted more, enjoying my flowing tears as he ruined me mercilessly like a vampire in his true element.
Damon leaned in, telling me "This is what a real a whore looks like," He released me from the belt, throwing it aside. His hand started stroking my cheek gently but I hissed at him with my fangs out. Taken aback, his lips curled into an amused grin.
Another laugh joined in. "Oh come on, Rose. Everyone already knows it. I bet you even used to have dirty thoughts about me while you were still with him," Stefan added.
No coherent answer formed in my head. A simple no was all I needed to say, but why couldn't I? There I sat, listening to their derogatory word, stretched to house every inch of Damon inside me.
"You did, didn't you?" Damon ridiculed.
I shook my head with determination.
Okay, now he looks pissed.
Before I could wiggle free, Damon restrained my hands, climbing on top of me and pressing my body down with all of his weight. He forced my legs open underneath him, sinking in through my drenched folds again. "Liar," he called me, rocking his hips against mine violently. I knew I wanted it, I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, taking him in willingly. My traitorous body and my stubborn mind were at constant war, leaving me vulnerable to his assault.
As soon as he entered me, his grasp on my hair came back up again. I cried out in pain, dragging my legs against the floor to no avail. He was bruising me inside out, too adamant to let my cries affect him. "Don't tempt me to drag you out into the streets like this and show everyone how daddy fucks his slut. Heck, I'll even let the others take you too, or better..." he whispered in my ear darkly. "I'll let them drain every ounce of their cum inside you, turn you into their own cumslut. Because that is how you deserve to be treated,"
"DAMON!" I howled at the top of my lungs, releasing around him with a soft frail cry that showed how much they had used and abused me over the last few hours. The feeling ran through me like jolts of electricity and I melted down on the floor, sobbing and feeling ashamed of how much he had turned me on like this.
Damon pulled me into his chest carefully sweeping my sweat-drenched hair out of my face. He held up his wrist to my mouth and I bit into it without wasting any time, feeling him rub the top of my head gently as I drank from him. Any pain I was feeling faded away until only the ecstasy remained.
"I want more,' I told them, eyes averting towards Stefan. He kneeled beside us, offering me his wrist, but I slapped it away, gripping a handful of his hair to tilt his neck back and expose his neck to me, sinking my fangs into his skin right away. Oh, they tasted so much better than any human.
Their skin was softer than mine, the little body hair on their chests providing just a little rough contrast, like cotton candy. I couldn't help but skim my fingers down their bodies and feel them. And God were they hard. So engorged as if all the blood in their body had rushed to it. No wonder I felt so sore!
As they reeled from the aftereffects of my bite, I very coyly took it to my advantage. My hands encircled their lengths, earning a quick hiss from them as I began rubbing their tips with the pad of my thumbs slowly, putting just the right pressure. Following the frustrated veins on their cocks, I ran my nails running over their underside carefully. It was nowhere enough to let them climax but closer to the torture they had put me through.
Stefan's little Rose gave me all the green light I needed to cup their balls in the palm of my hands. They went rigid, their faces contorting into flashes of pain and pleasure. I bowed down, taking them inside my mouth one by one, letting them stay there as long as I physically could. Damon twitched and I gave them both a tight squeeze, taking his cock out of me. "Beg," I ordered, continuing to palm them.
They both groaned, knowing damn well I would ruin it for them if they tried to finish in my hands. "Pretty please?" Damon tried to convince me with his puppy dog eyes... which btw he has no right to use after doing me that rough.
"Haha. Try again, pretty boy,"
"Please, baby?" Stefan purred, whispering sweet nothings into my ear which might or might not have something about making babies and Damon joined in midway, both going on about how much they loved "making love" to me.
And what did I do? I gave in. They looked way too cute to resist.
Their excitement for sex always baffled me. Not a second later, I was carried up. My legs were fixed around Damon's body, my arms draped around their necks for support. They carried my whole weight effortlessly, letting me snuggle against them.
Damon pushed himself inside me, a grunt quivering off our lips at the contact. The three of us watched in awe as he disappeared inside me, inch by inch, stretching me out with his size perfectly. My head fell back on Stefan's shoulder, my half-open eyes finding his.
"How does he feel?" He asked, nuzzling me.
My eyes flashed back and forth between them. "So good..." was all I could say, ruffling Damon's hair.
"Better than me?" His tone was curious rather than angry.
I shook my head. "You both feel better than anything else in the world. There's no comparison,"
Stefan kissed me, smiling into my mouth. "I love you," his hips bucked upwards suddenly, surprising me when I realized he had slid inside me too.
The vibrations it caused in my core were terrific. My body was shaking again, filled to the brim. Their snug balls were cushioned against me, ready to burst and I felt that I might go crazy if they didn't give me what I needed. "Please move," I shut my eyes close.
A single, slow thrust had languour pervade my whole being. Their faces rested on either side of mine, the three of us crammed tightly together. Feeling them both inside me didn't just add to my pleasure, it added to their too. They could feel the rawness inside me. It made them moan louder than I ever had heard them. I could just cum right there, just listening to them.
A few more gentle buck of their hips, and I was screaming already, begging for more. I tried to speak, wanting to tell them how good it felt to have them inside me together, but nothing came out other than "Please." and "Oh God."
Damon looked up from my chest, mouthing a little "I love you," before kissing my lips. Stefan followed. They both repeated their sweet nothings in my ear again. I listened, tears filling up my eyes from the overwhelming intensity of the moment. They looked so happy, so content like this. It made my heart full.
"I'm-" My own mewl cut me off, The aching sensation inside me building up. Stefan pumped into me faster as Damon slowed himself, keeping me steady for his brother. "Stefan," I came screaming his name, my nails clawing at whatever they could find, his chest, his shoulder.
"Kiss me," he joined our lips, giving me a few sloppy thrusts before emptying himself inside me.
Damon picked up his pace, feeling the pulsing inside me grow. It felt different, stronger. A knowing grin spread across his face. "Hold on, baby," he said, his fingers moving down to rub my clit in circles.
Even the gentlest touch against my sensitive bud made me cry out. I tried to clench my legs but Stefan held them apart in a death grip, not letting me move as I writhed and convulsed between them. I was so incredibly sore, yet Damon didn't stop ramming into me.
I screeched out, my body arching into some strange position as my release gushed out of me in squirts. "Fuck," Damon threw his head back from the pressure, coming inside me. They both kept fucking me through it even as I drenched their thighs completely, burying my face into Stefan's neck in embarrassment.
The filthy squelching noises of our bodies connecting, again and again, filled the room. Every part of me was now numb, swimming in ecstasy. They slipped out of me and I gathered the courage to face them, peeking through one eye to find their eyes somewhere else. Their faces were lit up, proud and beaming, eyeing their mixed cum leaking out of me. It was so much, I could barely contain it.
"You're amazing,", "You did so well", "I love you so much," came in rapid succession. I was coddled with kisses and compliments as if I had just won the Olympics or more as if I was the world's only hope. They were giggly, excited and happy like two kids getting their Christmas presents.
Oh, these Salvatores. Just seeing them like this was so overwhelming. I started sobbing suddenly, crying and smiling at the same time. "Sorry. Not so sexy, I know,"
Damon softened. "Oh, you. It's okay," he took me in his arms and sat me down. They both wrapped my smaller frame into their embrace, holding me like that for as long as I could remember. Once I was calm, Stefan sped off to the kitchen, grabbing me a glass of water. "Does it hurt anywhere?" Damon asked softly, rocking me a little.
"A little," I pouted.
"Where?"
"Everywhere," he looked a little concerned but all that faded away when I smiled. "But I like it,"
Stefan chuckled, handing me the glass of water. "You are completely nuts,"
"You love me for it," I shrugged, making them smile. Damon held my hair back as I drank from the glass of water Stefan had brought me.
He took a seat next to us, running his hands down my back. "Better?" He asked. I nodded in response. "So is there anything we can do to make it hurt less?"
"Well, you could always take me out for dessert and spoil me some more,"
"You got it," he gave me a peck, taking the glass from me and setting it down.
"But first..." Damon interrupted, stealing a kiss from me to annoy his brother. "Let's get you cleaned up,"
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"Aww... They look so good together," the three girls eyed Rose and Stefan who sat on a park bench in the middle of the night, chatting and lost in each other's eyes like a normal married couple. Except, there was nothing normal about them at all.
A certain raven-haired man groaned from nearby, hearing the girls gushing on and on about the two for what seemed like an eternity. "Sooo cute," he mimicked, rolling his eyes. "My ass,"
"Are you okay?" Alaric brought his attention back to their conversation. Shit, Damon thought. He had almost forgotten he was on a call.
"Yeah, yeah," Embarrassed, he cleared his throat, telling him to carry on.
Not far from them, Stefan tried to grab a spoonful from the ice cream tub but Rose licked it clean before it could reach him, leaving his mouth hanging open in the air. He glared playfully, sliding his hand around her waist and dragging her closer to his body. She raised a brow, the frown on her face quickly getting replaced by a smile as he kissed her, slowly and sensually, tasting the sweetness in her mouth.
"Gross, guys. Could you two look any less like two teenagers in love right now?" Damon gave them a look of disgust.
"Huh," the girl shared a look with Stefan. "I thought we were two teenagers in love."
"Stop talking and just kiss me," Damon told her. Quick as a flash, he grabbed the girl by the back of her head and kissed her hard. It didn't even take her a second to respond, taking his face in her hands. When he broke apart, she was breathless and beaming, patting the spot beside her.
He sat down next to her. "You two are just trying to make me fat," she whined, going through the tub like crazy.
Stefan chuckled. "How about you finish this and we'll help you burn all those calories again?" He proposed.
"Oh, no," she instantly dismissed, her mouth full of ice cream. "I'm not having sex for at least a week. You two are big and my tummy hurts," they both smiled at her, shaking their head. "What?"
"You're cute,"
Noticing the silence from Damon's side, she craned her neck to the side, placing her hand on his. "It's happening, isn't it?" She asked, knowing everything he was thinking about. He nodded, meeting her eyes. "Then we'll go back tomorrow,"
Her words were directed to them both. Stefan shook his head. "We don't have to. It's our honeymoon,"
"And the boarding house is our home, Stefan. It always will be. I wanna be there before they..." Pull it apart. The words didn't come out of her mouth.
Damon sighed, covering her hand with his other. "Then we'll go. I'll tell Ric we're coming back earlier,"
Stefan nodded. "...and we'll make the best of all the time we've got before we shift,"
"Come here, you two," Rose wrapped her arms around them, pulling them close and curling into them as much as she could. "I love you."
"I love you too," they mumbled back, admiring the girl silently.
Change was a terrifying feeling, one Rose wasn't much fond of. But this time it was different. For she knew that no matter what happened, she would always have the Salvatores by her side and it was enough. Their love was enough. And with them, she wasn't scared anymore, because they were her home as she was theirs.
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I apologize for updating so late. My homework has been killing me lately and to be honest, I just faced the biggest writer's block I have had in the last seven months. So, yeah. Eighty chapters down and now all that remains is the last one... It has been a wild ride and I wanna do it justice. (Wishing myself all the best already) See you soon...
P.s. still can't believe this is the second last chapter!