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Corruption - Kol Mikaelson

Genre: smut/nsfw

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x f! reader (reader uses f! pronouns & has a pussy)

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: when you meet an original vampire at the Grill, the last thing you expect is to come home with him

CW: corruption, coercion, dubcon, blood drinking, seduction, use of good girl, praise, degradation, dry humping, nipple play, dom! kol, sub! reader, semi-innocent reader, riding, size diff if you squint (he's a big boy ong), creampie, unprotected sex (pls be smart lol)

omg day one of kinktober, I’m so excited!! this is a bit of a curveball given I’ve never wrote about TVD on here but me and my bf were watching it and I’ve had absolute Kol brain rot lol.

also ow grand finals today!! ante up 💚

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The usual hustle and bustle of the Grill fills your ears as soon as you push past the door. You have your apron thrown over your shoulder, attempting to tie up your hair and run to the back at the same time.

You manage to make your way through the maze of tables without bumping into anyone, thankfully. You wrap the straps of your apron around your waist and clock in just as the clock strikes 4:30.

“Close one.” Matt Donovan nudges your shoulder teasingly.

You shrug him off, slinging a cloth over your shoulder. “Hey, some of us actually need to study.”

The blond rolls his eyes and heads to the sink. You clip a pen onto your waist and drop a pad of paper into your pocket, smoothing over your hair before heading onto the floor. The Mystic Grill opens at noon, but since you and Matt are in school, more often than not you find yourselves working later in the afternoon.

And with working late comes the drunken idiots and vampires.

You’re on your way to clean tables when a rowdy group of men burst through the doors. Usually, you’d just roll your eyes and wait for them to settle before coming over. But something about this group just seems…different. Your mind practically screams vampire.

Aside from the fact that they’re so hot you would have noticed them before, their accents make it clear that they’re not from around here. A mix of a classic English accent with a hint of something else behind it, a hint of something more ancient. Another red flag.

You come to their table almost as soon as they’re settled, not wanting to keep them waiting too long. “Hi, welcome to The Grill. My name is y/n and I’ll be serving you today. Anything I can get you guys started with?”

The one in the suit speaks first. “A gin and tonic, please.”

You nod and scribble it down on your notepad, turning to the blond one in the center. “And for you?”

“Martini, love.”

On any other day, the pet name would make you roll your eyes, but you find yourself fighting the urge. There’s something electric in the air, something dangerous, and you don’t want to aggravate them.

The younger one on the end smirks at you, dark eyes raking over your figure. He’s by far the tallest and broadest of the group, muscled shoulders hidden underneath his brown jacket. You shiver beneath his gaze.

“A negroni, darling.” He says casually, but there’s a hint of patronizing beneath.

Unlike the blond man, the name doesn’t make you roll your eyes. There’s no bitter taste in your mouth—just the chill of something new.

“Right away.”

You overhear them laughing as you practically sprint to the back, your heart racing in your chest. You can feel eyes on you but you don’t dare turn around. By the time you’re out of sight, their laughter has faded to hushed whispers around the table.

Kol can’t help but glance at the swinging door that leads to the kitchen, waiting for his cute little waitress to emerge. The innocent air around you is intoxicating in itself, and he finds himself wondering how your blood would taste, and how pretty and wet you would look opened up in front of him.

He pushes the thoughts away once he feels his pants tightening.

You come back a few minutes later, their drinks piled on the tray in your hand. You place them on the table one at a time, starting with the man in the suit. He thanks you, and it’s clear he has the best manners of the three.

When you get to the last man, you have to lean in slightly to place the drink in front of him. As you get close, you can smell his cologne, like a combination of sandalwood and iron. The scent draws you in, and you have to force yourself away from him.

Your body heats up and your heart pounds, voice shaking as you ask: “C-can I get you guys anything else?”

“No, love, I think we’re—”

He interrupts the blond one with a smirk, “hang on a minute, Niklaus. Maybe there’s something else I want from our pretty waitress.”

You swallow hard at the compliment. You don’t trust yourself to properly form words right now, so you simply nod at him and wait for him to speak.

“Hmm,” Kol picks up the menu and pretends to examine it.

He knows he’s being cruel, but he can’t help it. He loves the sound of your racing heart, of the blood rushing through your veins. God, he’s so tempted to compel you to come and sit on his knee and offer him a drink. But compulsion is just too easy, and where’s the fun in that?

He looks up at you through his lashes. “What would you recommend, love?”

“Um,” you shift your weight from foot to foot, “I-I’m not too sure, what are you in the mood f-for?”

You curse yourself for stuttering so much, but you’ve never felt like this before. It’s like all your senses are in overdrive, your body turning into an inferno. Just him looking at you is enough to turn you into a weak kneed mess.

Dark eyes look you up and down, that fucking smirk coming through again. “Something…sweet.”

“I-I can go get you the dessert menu.”

You don’t even wait for an answer before you’re practically running to the kitchen and gulping down half of your water bottle. You can hear them laughing once more, laughing at you, probably.

“You’re so cruel, brother,” Elijah scolds him.

Kol just shrugs and sips his martini.

“You can’t exactly blame him, can you? She smells delectable.”

He freezes up at that. He’d almost forgotten for a second that his brothers could smell you too, and that if it came down to it, he would be last in line for a taste. No, he shakes his head. That simply won’t do. You’re his.

“Ah, don’t worry little brother,” Klaus nudges his shoulder. “She’s all yours.”

Their conversation is interrupted when you come back, tail between your legs, with the dessert menu. You practically toss it on the table in front of them, refusing to make eye contact.

Kol resists the urge to laugh at your bashfulness. Your shy demeanor only makes him want you more, the alcohol just barely sating his need to lay you across the bar and fuck you then and there.

“On second thought,” Kol says after examining the menu, “I think I’ll wait til later.”

You nod and take the menu from him, your hand brushing his larger one. The contact sends sparks through your nerves, goosebumps forming on your arm. You make a blissful second of eye contact with him before scurrying off.

—

Hours pass, and your shift is coming to an end. You managed to avoid that group for the rest of the night—Matt insisting on taking your shift so you don’t have to deal with what he calls the “Original” vampires.

Of course, just as you’ve walked out of the back with your hair loose and your apron stuffed away in your bag, a familiar voice calls to you.

“Leaving so soon darling?”

You stop dead in your tracks. You’ve always ignored customers as soon as you got off the clock, only focused on getting out of the door and back to your house. But that electric feeling in the pit of your stomach is so strong that it compels you to turn around and face him.

He’s so much taller than you, so much broader than you. He’s standing so close that you can smell him and that you have to look up to meet his eyes.

“Well, my shift’s over and I-I should really go study, so…”

“What a shame,” he offers you a dazzling smile, eyes practically ignited while looking at you. “I was hoping I could entice you into a drink.”

“A drink?” You swallow hard, “with you?”

“Of course, unless there’s someone else?”

Something about the darkness that falls over his face when he says that tells you to tread lightly. That dangerous electricity is back, and it's holding you in place. You know you should go home, you should study and go to sleep and never speak to him again. But you can’t.

“No! There’s, uh, there’s nobody else.”

He offers you his hand. “So, a drink then? My place?”

You reach hesitantly to grab it, knowing those sparks are going to consume your body like kindle the minute you do. The palm of your hand touches his and you know there’s no going back.

Twenty minutes later and you’re sitting on his couch, sipping a vodka cranberry. Kol sits next to you, just close enough that he can feel the heat radiating off of you. Anytime he shifts or speaks, that sandalwood scent floods your nostrils and stirs something in the pit of your stomach.

He gently sets a hand on your thigh, not missing how your blood pressure spikes. He inhales that sweet scent of your blood, now mixed with something else. Something that smells suspiciously like arousal.

“So, love,” he leans in closer, “how about a taste, hm?”

“A-a taste?” You can’t tell if he means a taste of your blood, or a taste of something else.

“Just a little, I promise it will be quick. It might even,” he lowers his voice, moving his lips closer to your soft neck, “feel good.”

His words have you clenching your legs, your pussy starting to ache from need. You’re sure he can smell it, with his super sense and all. His hot breath on the side of your neck already feels so good, you’re so tempted to let him drink from you.

“O-okay.”

Kol almost moans at that alone. He lets his fangs pierce through his gums, dragging the sharp teeth across the most sensitive part of your neck. One of his big hands wraps around the base of your throat, holding you still.

The graze of his teeth against your skin has you softly whimpering, biting your lip to not make too much noise. Just the thought of him sinking his fangs into your skin and sucking the blood straight from your vein has you gushing, panties beyond ruined.

There’s a slight burn and then a sharp pain as his fangs sink into you. You whine and squeeze your eyes shut, trying to stay still. You can feel the vibrations of him groaning at the taste, feel his fingers tapping against your throat. It’s almost overwhelming, the pain and pleasure combined.

“You’re being so good,” he mumbles into your skin, “such a good girl for me.”

You moan from his words. You are being a good girl, and god, it feels so good. He pulls away, keeping his hand on your neck. You shiver from the cold air on your warm skin, missing his touch.

He rubs his hand up and down your thigh. “That was very good, darling.” He gently squeezes your inner thigh, “do you want to keep being good for me?”

The offer is enticing, and despite having class tomorrow, you find yourself wanting to stay. Wanting to please him in any way he asks.

“I-I have class tomorrow, I don’t think that’s such a good idea.” You start to get off the couch, but just as you make it to your feet, he’s pressing himself against your back.

His hand squeezes the base of your throat, the other one rubbing your pussy through your jeans. “But didn’t it feel so good? I know you want more, love, I can smell it.”

You swallow, biting your lip to keep from moaning. His hands on you feel so good in themselves, and you wonder how other parts of him would feel.

“Just a few more minutes, hm? Then you can go home, snug as a bug.”

“I-I’m not sure…”

“But doesn’t it feel so good, being my good girl?” He digs his hand into your clit as if to prove his point. He knows he’s won you over when he feels you start to soak through your pants.

You sigh weakly, “okay, just a few more minutes.”

He guides you back to the couch, leaning over top of you. Your blood outlines his lips, his breath tasting like copper and liquor. He leans in, smashing his lips against yours.

One of his hands moves down to dig into your waist, fingers gripping you so hard you’ll bruise. He forces his tongue into your mouth, running it across the backside of your teeth.

You melt into his touch, letting him do whatever he wants.

His other hand snakes under your shirt, going to massage your chest. His cold fingers meet your overheating skin, pinching your nipple between them. You whine into his mouth, only granting him easier access to you.

“You’re being such a good girl,” he moves his lips down your neck, “such a good slut for me.”

“‘m not a slut,” you whine, your back arching into him against your will.

He pushes his knee between your legs, grinding it into you. The contact is all too much, and you’re hardly aware of the noises you’re making. Hardly aware of your own actions.

“Not a slut,” he says breathlessly. “But you’re fucking yourself against my leg.”

“I-I’m…” you trail off as you realize he hasn’t been moving his leg this whole time—you’ve just been grinding against him.

There’s a wet spot forming on his jeans from where you were rubbing yourself, and hot shame floods your body.

“I-I think it’s been more than a few minutes,” you go to stand but he tugs you into his lap.

“Aren’t you enjoying yourself? Enjoying being my little slut?”

You only get wetter with his words, and sitting on his lap like this, you can feel the imprint of his hard cock through his jeans. You can’t help but rock against him, desperate for friction, desperate for anything. Maybe being his slut isn’t such a bad thing…

He tugs your shirt over your head while you move, giving himself easier access to your chest. He sucks dark marks into your neck, fingers playing with your nipples while you grind your pussy into his bulge.

“Such a good little girl.” He groans, gripping your hips so he can grind against you.

You whine, trying to grind harder against him. You need more friction, you need more pressure.

“Tell me what you want, darling.”

“I-I—” you’re cut off by him pinching your nipples hard.

“Use your words.” He teases, biting into your neck.

You try to tell him you need more, but your words are failing you. All you can do is close your eyes and bite your lip and rock back and forth on his lap.

“Do you want me to fuck you? Fuck you hard and cum inside you, hm? Is that what my slut wants?”

You nod furiously, “yes, please.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

“I-I want you to fuck me, please fuck me, Kol. I-I need you so bad.”

Kol throws you over his shoulder faster than you can register, carrying you up to his bedroom. He tosses you on the bed, tugging his shirt off before hovering over you.

He strokes your jaw with his thick fingers, “if you want me to fuck you, you’re gonna prove how badly you want it.”

“P-prove it?”

He flips the two of you over so that he’s laying under you, his bulge grinding perfectly against your throbbing core. He bounces you up and down slightly, his hands gripping your hips.

“Prove how badly you want it, fuck yourself on my cock and then if you’re a good girl, I’ll give you what you want.”

You look down at his hard cock straining through his jeans. You’ve had sex before, sure, but you’ve never been on top. You’re not even quite sure how to ride.

You straddle his waist, tugging down your pants and panties. Your panties are absolutely soaked, ruined with your own slick. You gasp once the cold air hits your aching pussy.

Kol helps you to take off his own pants, his thick cock hitting his stomach. The pink tip is practically dripping with precum, coating his hard base in his own juices.

You can’t help but lick your lips at the sight. He’s so big, and you can practically taste the precum from here.

“What are you waiting for? Get on with it then.”

You slowly stroke the shaft, your hand barely wrapping around his girth. “I just,” you sigh, avoiding eye contact, “I’ve never really—”

“Been on top?”

“Yeah,” you squeeze his cock.

“Lucky me,” he smirks and grabs your hips, “don’t worry, love. I’ll guide you.”

You climb on top of him, lining up his cock with your dripping entrance. Just the feeling of his length hovering below you. You lean forward and slowly drive your hips back, Kol holding up your hips so you can push down onto him.

You sink onto his cock. It stretches you out as you push farther down on him, his cock perfectly filling you up. You whine, pressing yourself against his chest and driving your hips all the way down. Kol groans, digging his fingertips into your sides.

“Such a good whore,” he mumbles, letting you do all the work.

You desperately fuck yourself up and down his length, trying to get him all the way. He’s so big inside of you, all you want is to stuff yourself full of him. Your pussy gushes with every thrust, your juices leaking out and coating his groin.

“I-I need more,” you whine, pressing your face into his shoulder.

“Hm? You need more?”

“I need to cum, I’m so close, please…”

Kol grips your hips and flips over so that he’s laying on top of you. He drives his hips forwards, slamming his cock all the way inside of you. He grabs your ankles and throws your legs over his shoulder, giving himself a better angle.

He pistons into you, balls smacking against your ass with every thrust. “God, you’re so fucking tight. My little whore, spreading herself open for me.”

“I—Kol—”

He leans in to kiss on your neck, his teeth grazing where he’d bit you earlier. His tongue reaches out to lap up the dried blood, moans filling your ears.

“Kol, I-I’m so close!”

“Be a good girl and cum around my cock, huh darling?”

The pet name has those shivers traveling up your spine again, the pleasure reaching a point where it’s overwhelming. You dig your nails into his back, desperately whining for him to fuck you harder.

One more thrust and you’re coming undone, that knot in your stomach exploding. Your pussy gushes around him, that ache that’s been plaguing you all day finally fading.

Kol props himself up, shoulders straining to keep himself steady as he drives his cock inside you. Every thrust is a challenge, as if he’s trying to completely lose himself in your pussy. He’s gasping and grunting, and as soon as you feel his cock twitching, you know he’s close.

A few more sloppy thrusts and suddenly he’s cumming inside of you, hot streaks filling your pussy. He’s left gasping, lazily pumping inside of you. He flips you over so that you’re laying on his chest.

“Did that feel good, darling?” He strokes your hair, keeping you close to him.

“Mm, so good,” you mumble, eyes starting to close.

“You did so good for me, love. I can’t wait to see what that pretty little mouth can do, too.”

You feel yourself heating up at his words, but for now, all you can focus on is his hot cum running out of your pussy and coating your thighs. Kol rubs your back, letting you rest.

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