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stefan salvatore x werewolf!reader /
summary; the aftermath of flirting with Klaus before the eyes of your fiancé is accompanied with consequences, and you had expected no different from the closeted dom / warnings; smut, dom!stefan, daddy kink, blood and feeding, degradation, kinda kinky, choking, spanking, oral (male receiving), face fucking, facial, fingering
He relaxed the leash around your throat, before tugging at the chord that was commenting to it, triggering a gasp to wither from your lips, surprised by the sudden force that he had struck upon you. Stefan's hand was curled around the leash, as he kicked at your knees, prying your bare legs apart, so that he could see how wet he was making you.
His tongue darted out to attack his lip, as he ominously stared at the state that resided between your thighs; your folds were clenching around nothing, as your tender and reddened pussy silently begged for attention. It stared at him, pleading him to grant it some satisfaction, but you didn't deserve it, not after your little stunt.
His spare hand grabbed your left, rolling the pad of his thumb over the diamond that decorated the antiquity ring, before throwing it to the other side of the dungeon, your eyes following it as it rolled against the walls and stopped. Stefan gouged your reaction, you had wide eyes and a gaped mouth, his actions had clearly shocked you.
"If you're a good puppy, maybe I'll let you crawl to retrieve it in a bit." There was a desire to growl at his blatant pun, though you withheld showing any feral aggression; if you did that, then he'd lock you in here, treating it as a cage for his bad pet.
From his words, and the glint far across from you, you gulped, though you allowed him to tilt your head up by the jaw, if you didn't, well he'd definitely have something to say about it. "Maybe daddy should remind you whose cock you really love, huh? Because I can assure you, it sure isn't Klaus', even if you were practically drooling over him for attention."
His fingers danced over your scalp, coming through your locks, before he attained the dominance of his grip once more, tugging harshly until you could hardly remember what the concept of breathing felt like. When he finally stopped choking you, it was clear he were to begin the action again, though with a tall much thicker than that of the leash.
Stefan allowed the leash to clatter to the ground, pinning it strictly against the ground with his foot, as his hands tugged at the security of his belt, slowly dragging out the chore, just for the means of making your mouth and eyes water as you patiently waited to be fed.
Once he had removed one obstacle, he popped the button of his jeans open, aware of how your eyes occasionally drifted off to the side, searching with your canine eye sight for the engagement jewellery that he had treated so cruelly. It had been a statement piece, and he had tossed it to the opposing side of the room, all to prove a point to you.
Beneath the title of being his fiancé, you were, and always had been his whore. The fact that you had even dared to twirl your hair around your finger in the presence of Klaus, or mention your lunar cycle to the man had reprised Stefan with great annoyance, if he were strong enough, he would have put the other man in line.
But he was not, so he opted to remind you, and as his cock stood as a weight in his hand, or seemed that you were deterred to gain access to it. His left hand grasped roughly onto your hair, watching as your head flew forwards at his sudden motion, the chain connecting to clamps that pursed around your stiff buds swinging.
The sensations that were endorsed to be accumulating pain upon you were working, your skin was prickled as he neared you, complying his silent command by opening your mouth to allow entry to his veiny cock. Stefan slid the tip of his length around your lips, coating the exterior of your mouth with precum, before pushing past the barrier of your separated teeth, sinking into the depths with a sigh.
You hummed around his length, gagging a little as he reached the back of his throat, though you managed to contain from sputtering, breathing specifically out from your nose, your eyes fluttering up to catch his reaction, that was filled with smugness. His lips twitched into a smirk, as he retracted his cock, only to push back in.
He built up a rhythm, his emerald irises strained down to watch your every whim of a reaction. It only fuelled him further as you hollowed your cheeks, encasing his cock into a tighter environment, your tongue trying it's best to swirl around the succulent skin of his cock, though it was at this point almost forced to remain flat by his administrations.
With a light moan evacuating from his lips, he sped the pace of his hips up, assaulting your throat to the point where it felt sore, and abused. But like a champ, you took it all, wincing when he finally pulled out. His fist formed a snug grip around his cock, brushing the tip lightly, as he jerked himself off before your eyes.
It was a chore to keep them remained open, but it was far too sexy of a sight to look away. The tip was an angry red, a white bead balancing itself on the end, warning you from your knelt position that he was close, that too was suggested through his consistency in grunts.
Like a fountain, a stream spewed from his centrepiece, as you stuck your mouth out, half closing your lids, allowing him to spray you with his sticky essence, coating your face, creating a sultry piece of work to landscape your desperate expression. A couple more spurts ended the show, as you stuck your tongue out to gather the blob that had landed directly below and on your chin.
"Slut." Stefan muttered with a huff, peeling his shirt off, to complete his state of undress. A small giggle came out your mouth, as you attempted to stretch your wet muscle out to reach the rest of the cum that was slowly sliding down your face, not wanting it to go to waste.
But to Stefan, none of it was wasted, as it slid off your face and dribbled down and over your chest, being caught in the chain connection the two pinchers. Once he had regained his immortal breath, abandoning the leash where it was for he knew you would not try to escape, he plodded around before you, picking up his belt to slap demeaningly into his palm.
He kicked your legs open from behind, seeing there to be a small puddle on the cold cement, clearly warmed from where you had been seated, your wet pussy clenching from his omniscient stare. With the belt in his grip, he struck your ass, and again, until you were practically blubbering, mixing the remnants of his cum with your tears.
One particular strike had the skin of your ass cracking open, a large split being filled in with the fine wine of blood, the red paint causing Stefan to lick his lips, and kneel down, grasping your stinging ass cheeks, licking across the wound, only to abandon it and sink his fangs into the other.
He drank your blood, his fingers seeking between your cheeks, and resorting to massage your clenching pink lips, spreading the juices around your cunt, before sinking his fingers inside of you. The action had you keening forward, whimpering loudly as the clamps specified their grip.
"Whose are you?" He ran his fangs over your flesh, lightly nipping, as his voice rendered as husky, and became the only source of reality for you to hold onto, permitting you to remain conscious through the entire ordeal.
"Yours daddy, i belong to you!" It came out as a half screech, as quickened the pace of his fingers, he was satisfied with the answer. But he wanted to hear it again and again and again, until you could no longer speak, too immersed in a memorable spark of pleasure to ever go near Klaus or think of the original's name for the rest of your life.
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