Desperate Measures 🩸Elena Gilbert/Katherine Pierce🩸

DARK, SCARY, & SEXY

Stiles faced the girl with crossed arms. His hair was a mess and his head was pounding and he couldn't think straight, due to the alcohol in his system, flooding his blood. Elena looked up at him and gazed at him with her doe brown eyes. "Stiles...why did you save me?" She whispered. He furrowed his brows. He took a step forward. "Elena. You really think I would let someone else kill you?" He asked. "Is that supposed to make me feel grateful?" She asked snarkily. 

"No, I expect you to understand the amount of people that are fucking after you, Elena. You're not safe in this fucking town. Not from Katherine. Not from Elijah. Not from anyone. Fuck, Elena. You're not even safe being in the same room with me." Stiles said standing before her looking down at her. "Then why are you?" She asked. 

"I—I don't know. You just...for fuck sake. Elena...you have any idea what it's like to have to live up to an expectation because everyone thinks you to be someone you're not?" He asked. "Everyone expects a monster of me, so I give them a monster they fear. I wasn't born this way, Elena. I was...created into this...thing. Centuries of torment, terror, and pain turned me into this fucking monster standing before you." He explained cupping her face with his hands. 

"Stiles...why do you do this to yourself?" She questioned. "Because it keeps everyone in line, Elena. It keeps me safe. It keeps the people I care about safe. If they fear me, they don't go against me." He answered looking into her eyes. 

"I'm afraid of losing people, Elena. I've lost too much in my immortal life. Whether it be Katherine, my brothers, my humanity, or anything of the like. I'm not...good anymore, Elena." He stated.

"I don't believe that. You saved my life. Twice, Stiles." She pointed out. Stiles turned his head away, but Elena refused to let him back down. She grabbed his face and turned him towards him. Forcing him to look at her.

"You may not want people to show you care. But I see right through you, Stiles. And I see someone in pain. I see someone who wishes for something but never asks for anything. Stiles...you care." Elena voiced.

Stiles glanced at her fighting back tears. "You should go." He said in a hushed voice. "I'm not going anywhere, Stiles." She sounded crossing her arms. 

"I could always make you." He said. "You wouldn't dare. Because it would hurt you to do it more than it would hurt me." She said narrowing her eyes. Stiles turned away before running his hands through his hair.

"Fuck!" He exclaimed before slamming his fist into the marble counter, shattering it. He turned back around and looked at the teenager. "You have no idea what you do to me, Elena. You can't possibly imagine what your presence does to my body. I can smell you from miles away. I can pick out your heartbeat out of a crowd of thousands, I know your breathing pattern, I know your scent, and I know your footsteps. I shouldn't. I shouldn't know any of that." He said shaking his head.

"I have tried to stay away from you, Elena. Believe me, I've tried. The only way I can is fucking drowning myself in alcohol and blacking out. And I do that every fucking night. And when I do that, I only dream of you. Fuck!" He said dragging his hands across his face.

"Stiles." Elena voiced. He shook his head. "I-I can't. I can't. I can't fucking do it." He murmured. "Do what? What can't you do?" She asked.

"I can't fucking wait any longer." He said before closing the gap between them and pressing his lips to hers.

He pulled her body close to his and kissed her beneath her jaw, and down the side of her neck to her collarbone.

Elena let out a shaky breath as Stiles' hands roamed her thighs. Stiles fingered the hem of her leggings before pulling them down. "Stiles." She breathed. "I know." He whispered pressing his lips to hers as she peeled off her shirt and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Stiles slipped his right hand into her underwear and Elena let out a soft moan as his fingers lightly grazed her lower region. "Fuck." She breathed against his lips. 

Stiles unclasped her bra with one hand and gently caressed one of her breasts, eliciting another moan from her lips.

Stiles removed his hand and lifted her up into the air as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her up to his bedroom and set her down gently on his soft king-sized mattress. He ripped off his shirt to reveal a perfectly sculpted torso and an abundance of tattoos on his right arm and back. 

"God, you're fucking beautiful." He whispered against her neck as he kissed the crease between her neck and shoulder. 

Elena let loose a soft moan as she palmed Stiles' hardened member in his jeans. 

He grunted softly against her body as she continued her movement. She undid his jeans with her other hand before he took them off completely. "Elena..." He moaned softly into her lips. He squirmed at her touch as she continued to palm him against his black boxers. 

She slipped her fingers into his boxers before peeling them down and revealing his erect member. "Fuck." He said as she gently grinded her dripping wet folds along his hard cock. Stiles gripped the headboard above her head and splintered the wood with no effort at all.

"Fuck. Stiles. Fuck me. Please." She begged as breathed heavily. Stiles had been fingering her the entire time. She couldn't take it anymore.

She needed him inside her, as much as he needed her in his life.

"I won't hurt you, I promise." He whispered before slowly and gently entering inside her. Elena covered her mouth with her hand as he gently thrusted into her again and again. 

It took everything in his power not to fucking kill her. One wrong move and she was dead. Like a small bird in the hands of a giant. "Fucking hell, Elena." He moaned as he fucked her. Her only response was a screaming moan that echoed across the house. "I'm not a fucking nun, Stiles. Fuck me." She demanded. He bit his lower lip before railing into her. She let out a scream of pleasure as he did it again. 

"Fuck! Fuck!" She exclaimed as he continued to aggressively fuck her, getting faster and rougher with each thrust. 

"Elena. I..." He started before Elena pressed her lips to his own. "Shut up, and fucking finish me." She said between kisses, breathlessly.

Stiles fucked as much as fast as he could and as hard as he could without killing the beautiful woman beneath him. He gritted his teeth before Elena let out a scream and her legs shook uncontrollably beneath him. Stiles finished inside her before collapsing atop of her in an exhausted heap. The two of them took a heavy breaths before resuming to kiss one another. 

"Can we do that again?" She asked between kisses. Stiles let out a chuckle, that was music to her ears. "Already want round two?" He asked. "With you, I'd have a thousand rounds." She said before pushing him over and sitting atop of him. "Where have you been all my life?" Stiles asked with a smirk as she playfully slapped him before kissing his lips down to his abdomen. "Let me show what a good time feels like." She said in a hushed whisper.

"Jesus, Elena. Oh, fuck. Fuck." Stiles managed to get out as Elena wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and his eyes rolled into the back of his head.