SUPERBUS /Generous

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Author: TLC

Rating: nc-17/ Explicit

Word count: 3,704

Prompt: "Play your cards right, and I just might have to put you on speed dial." (AU ~ Set in season 3)

Kol simply doesn't understand it. Her. Bonnie. Isn't she the one that should be craving his very presence. The one who gets hot and heavy just thinking about him. Really, when did he become such a wanker like Klaus and Elijah? Fawning over immature teenage girls in high school. Ugh, it must run in the family. Another reason why the Mikaelson should be damned to the lowest pits in hell. Always and forever. Unlike his brothers Kol is not a patient man and an even more impatient vampire.

Bonnie's scared, not of him but what he will do. He being Kol. He's everywhere. When Bonnie walks to class with her friends he's loitering in the hallway, when she passes through Mystic Grill he's there nursing a drink even when she's visiting Grams Bonnie can feel his eyes. It's borderline ridiculous. He never really confronts her, not since their brief "contact" a few weeks ago. Bonnie could say she regrets it but not really. She may have been drunk, resentful, and just plain miserable but sleeping with Kol in the alleyway behind a city club was probably not the best way to deal with her life. Still he was nice, in a way, paid her compliments and for her drinks, it was fun. Bonnie was having fun, with Kol Mikaelson of all people. He'll give up, sooner or later, she tries to convince herself.

Enough is enough, Kol thinks. He's finally gonna put an end to the chase and just fuck the witch to high heavens, then it will be over. The disturbingly vivid dreams of bending the enticing Miss Bennett over and ploughing into her, balls deep, that leaves him waking up with a throbbing erection dripping with pre-cum and his fangs out. Sometimes the original swears he can see glittering, emerald eyes laughing at him. Which is exactly why he corners her father and compels him to give him an invite to their home; it would be a lovely surprise for sweet Bonnie.

The game finally ends as soon as Bonnie steps into her house. Bonnie is not so naïve not to take precautions with her home and the safety of her father which he is conveniently away on work, she's set a barrier warning system to alert her whenever there is a bloodsucker in the house. So she can take off, she's willingly to take the chance to run to her car but maybe, just maybe there's a small, intsy-bitsy part of her that has been looking forward to this moment. Bonnie continues her way upstairs to her bedroom, and there he is, comfortably seated on her bed looking through one of her old photo albums. The witch raises her eyebrows at him, it doesn't matter that her heart skipped a beat at the sight of him in her room – she's just excited, in a very biblical sense. Kol smirks with a wave; and Bonnie sends him a sarcastic grin back.

"Hello, little witch." Kol greets, leisurely scanning his eyes up and down Bonnie's attire.

Bonnie rolls her eyes, "Psychopath. What do I owe this displeasure?"

"Oh, you had to know that this day was coming."

Bonnie scoffs at his arrogance moves to the side and throws her arm up to indicate Kol to leave. "Don't let the door hit you on your way out."

Surprisingly Kol does stand up and walks to the door, barely brushing against Bonnie, the tips of her breast skimming his chest. Bonnie stands her ground, her defiant chin raised; if Kol didn't know better he would think that his presence doesn't bother in the least. The dilated pupils and flared nostrils speak another story. He unwillingly breathes in her scent, he found even imitating breathing like humans tiring but if the air always smelt like the little witch, he would make the effort. Her fragrance, a mixture of honey and cream, lemons, and of rich freshly cute roses; saliva pools in his mouth.

He is too close, and Bonnie both hates it and wants more of it. Mostly, she needs to understand that it was a once off thing, their clandestine meeting, a reckless impulse Bonnie acted on so she's impatient but scared shitless too of what she might do. To Kol, with Kol. So Bonnie doesn't move.

At least until the vampire cups her cheek, long tan fingers caressing her skin softly like they were studying its texture. His eyes are caramel and dangerous, unwaveringly focused on hers, and they transmit something very primal to her very core. Bonnie can't look away. The original smiles, not smirks, and she can't help the small upward curve of her own lips.

Kol gently smooths her wayward curls away from her temple, then cups her nape and rubs his mouth against hers, pushing his tongue between her lips greedily when he finds her complaint to his kisses. Bonnie moans, a needful, shaken sound that rips from the back of her throat, surprising her. She tries to make up for it, sucking hard on Kol's tongue, giving back as good as she receives. Everything in her body opens up and burns, and she is not herself anymore. Bonnie relishes that feeling, to the careless abandonment of her responsibilities, of her duties. Her arms wrap around lean shoulders, her fingers curl around his neck and pulls at his collar. She's burning up and Kol's supernatural vampire coolness has Bonnie sighing in contentment.

Kol jolts back into the present, his mind still fazing back from the feeling of being pressed against the soft pillow of the little witch's cupid bow lips. A shaky laugh escapes him, and he enjoys the view of Bonnie breathing heavily, pushing into him, lips pink and plump. Kol, eagerly, pulls off his jacket and his t-shirt, and he tugs on Bonnie's button-up top, unbuttoning from bottom to top. Kol could feel the familiar warmth spreading in his groin, his growing erection pressing against the zipper of his jeans at Bonnie in a blue lace bra and her nipples straining through. He wonders if the curtain matches the drapes.

The vampire sinks to his knees, staring heatedly up at the witch, he presses a soft kisses around her right hip and nips at her panty line. Bonnie's stomach clenches in anticipation and her fingers automatically go to grip his hair.

"This is wrong, so wrong." Bonnie breathes out raggedly, her head drops back as she tries to focus on the star stickers hiding away on her bedroom ceiling.

Kol hums out, "Yes, darling, very wrong. What are you going to do about it?" His hands roam the back of her bare thighs, briefly cupping her cheeks covered by short denim shorts, delighted by Bonnie's shocked gasp.

"We should stop, before we do something we both regret-" she shoves him away by his shoulders, half-terrified of her body's unannounced but complete betrayal, half-angry at the sudden loss of bodily contact.

"Is that what it is? You're afraid of regretting this? You didn't before. "

"Exactly. I won't deny that I had fun Kol, but it was just one night. Let's move on. Go find some other hussy."

Kol eyebrows involuntarily rise and he gets to his feet, towering over Bonnie.
"Hussy? Ha, love, I don't deal with 'hussies'. Don't you think you've denied yourself enough? You're willing to sacrifice your life for your friends? Your pleasure?-"Even in a middle of a rant, Kol manages to twist his words around to make it a naughty little secret- "You're walking a fine line, little witch."

"You know nothing." Bonnie murmurs weakly, he's not wrong unfortunately, she's had to put up with a lot mistreatment from Elena, Caroline, Stefan and of course Damon. But she loves her sisters; they're all she has, even if she has to work with psychopathic vampires to keep them safe. Doesn't mean she has to sleep with one. Again.

Kol moves to crowd Bonnie even more, he has her boxed in against the door pressing against the bedroom wall.

"I know more than they do. The doppelganger and your blonde vampire harpy may be drawn to and attract the bad boys but you, Miss Bennett, are the one who really desires the dark side. To play in sin. Is it the magic? That pushes you to dabble in the corrupt parts of witchcraft? Perhaps, sooner or later the lines will blur. It's inevitable."

"Are you done?" She grits out, a little amused though. The original, maybe all vampires, think that magic, especially dark magic can manipulate the witch. No, magic is neither good nor evil. How you use the craft is what taints it. If Bonnie wants become a witch that is malicious and wicked it is her choice.

There is always a choice. And she's made hers, to have a little fun. No matter the consequences.

"Are you in denial?" Kol fires back, black veins creeping just below the surface of his cheekbones. He is more than a little frustrated and annoyingly horny at Miss Bennett, this was not how it was supposed to go.

"No. But you're wrong in more ways than one."

Kol huffs audibly and rolls his eyes at her stubbornness, "Hm? Care to elaborate?"

Bonnie says nothing for a moment, licks her lips but with unwavering focus, "Nothing is inevitable."

"Is that right, little witch?"

This time its Bonnie that steps closer, her breast flattening against his chest and Kol can feel small bursts of air trickling against his pecs. Her fingers trace the V-shape of hips lazily, straight-cut nails barely skimming the surface of his stomach. Kol closes his eyes when a shiver crawls from the back of his neck to the tips of his toes. Bonnie smiles at his reaction, pushes up on the arch of her feet, and takes the chance to bite the lobe of his ear. Kol's eyes pops open, he's shocked and a little impressed, in a blink and blur of motion the witch finds herself with her back pressed to the mattress, her wrists pinned above her head by one of his hands.

"You better not be just teasing me, darling. I can't promise I won't react drastically."

"Don't worry, Kol. If at any moment I feel my life is in danger I will set you on fire." She promises harshly, kissing the underside of his stubbled chin.

"Lovely!" He happily chirps, already manoeuvring Bonnie out of her shorts. Bonnie allows him, until he goes to unbuckle his own belt. She promptly swats his hands away, taking control. "Eager, are we?"

She clears her throat awkwardly, "No, I just want to enjoy this." Bonnie doesn't see the carefree grin Kol makes while she pulls the belt free of his loops. As soon as she opens his zipper, she can see a very prominent hard on straining through black silk boxers, Bonnie roughly cup his cock, squeezing it once, twice just to hear that whimper of triumph from the vampire.

Kol gapes at Bonnie for a few seconds, he can't be sure that just happened but the little witch's wink jostles his ass into gear. Kol pathetically rips his jeans and boxers off, rushes at Bonnie, knocking her back onto the mattress, and hovers over her. His hands grip onto the pillow she lies on and he bends at the elbows to kiss her. Bonnie meets him halfway, the kiss is lazy, sloppy, and the way Kol curls his tongue against hers makes all the hairs on Bonnie's body stand up. Pair of shapely sun-kissed legs circles Kol's hips, she tugs him against her own pelvis and Kol instinctively grinds his erection along the inside of her thigh. A trail of cold pre-cum lingers on her, and Bonnie hisses a little at his wetness.

Kol's fingers grip Bonnie's hip, holding her still before they creep up and cup her breast, kneading slowly before his thumb plus his forefingers squeeze a large nipple. He traces the outline of it from the areola to the tip, waiting to feel it puckering and tautening to squeeze once more. He gives the witch's neck a lick, and Bonnie could feel his smirk against her pulse as she arches her back into his touch. She feels it again, the inner fire licking at her skin, taking her breath away and filling her with a trembling need to lose herself to the flames. Hopefully she doesn't get burned, thrown out charred and cracked irrevocably.

He leaves her hands free so he could help her out of her bra, glancing appreciatively at the garment before tossing it aside. Goosebumps breaks over her bare skin as the air hits her chest, and she closes her eyes against the rough texture of Kol's tongue under the swell of her breasts. The already damp heat between her legs flares higher, and she grinds her hips against his, crying out at the feeling of his erection coming to nestle between her open legs causing her loins to ache sweetly.

The desire of touching him is almost painful now, and she holds onto his shoulders, her nails digging in the smooth, beautiful flesh remorselessly so she can grind harder, groan louder.

"Doesn't this scare you, darling?" Even his voice sounds husky, not quite as smoothly seductive as he is trying to make it but her sex clenches in response, demanding attention.

"Aren't you frightened that you're already too far gone when someone finally takes notice? Are you not afraid that someday you might forget where the boundaries are and have nobody to bring you back from the edge?" His words find a way to imprint in her mind; the reality of the situation, even the foreboding thoughts ignites her with hunger.

He drags his chin down the valley between her tits, the slight stubble scratching Bonnie but he continues to rub his cheek against her right breast. Kol nips her collar bone until her normally caramel coloured skin fades pink. But finally Bonnie pulls his head down and his mouth fastens around her nipple, sucking alternatively hard and soft, and for some stretch of time she loses her mind, blanking out under a wave of pleasure.

Then she smiles drowsily, "I have you," she finally admits. "As long as you're the vampire, I'm the witch and we play our roles then I will remember who I am and what I can do."

This isn't some ultimate revelation but it's freeing to recognise that she can be the monster that terrifies the predators of the night. All she has to do is embrace it, her heritage, her legacy, even while her power keeps growing and becomes more addictive.

"Does this mean I get a reward?" He suggests allusively, but doesn't bother to wait for her answer. Bonnie isn't surprised at the ripping sound that precedes the feeling of her panties being torn away or the immediate rolling of her hips against his probing hand.

Kol makes a content sigh as the last barrier between him and Bonnie finally disappears. He doesn't slip inside just yet, despite how he's practically hungry to eat her from the inside out in more ways than one. Instead he crushes his lips to her demandingly, taking her visage between his hands as he starts to kiss her deeply. The vampire can taste the tinge of orange juice from lunch, the salt of the earth from her magic and if he tries hard enough he might gander a guess of her blood type being type O negative.

Bonnie kisses him back with all the fury she has never gotten to express, spreading herself wide in invitation, relieved as Kol slides back in between her thighs. There's no hesitation in his touch, no shame in her heart. It should be shocking that she is allowing him to even graze her most intimate parts, but this intimacy is nothing but a cheap imitation.

The original, smiles against her cheek at finding the little witch dripping wet and smooth as silk, he drops an open-mouth kiss there. Bonnie gasps as two of his fingers sink inside, and he curls them there to test her. Her slick walls flutter around his digits sending a needful feedback to his aching dick. Bonnie presses her thighs together, effectively trapping his hand, but he purrs at the friction of her thighs moving against his sides. Alternating between caressing her slit with his thumb, and stroking deep inside her walls given by the persistent wet squelch, Kol scrapes the side of his canine along her stomach drawing a trickle of blood, and he laps it up eagerly.

Bonnie for a second freezes but Kol still notices, kisses the small cut and murmurs an apology against her skin. Her body relaxes with some effort, taunt in an effort not to panic and not to cum. She's over sensitized, a warmth coiling in the pit of her stomach and her own magic burns at the tips of her fingers. Bonnie forces herself to take a few deep breaths before her hips buckle as she grinds purposefully down on his fingers and lets herself get lost in the ripples of satisfaction going through her muscles and nerves.

"Ah, fuck me," Bonnie rasps out accidently, too far gone to notice Kol's eyes flashing black and red.

"I'm trying to, darling." The vampire growls, not without a certain reluctant affection.

Kol abruptly removes his fingers out of her cunt and shoves them deep inside his mouth, sucking her juices with a transparent enjoyment of himself that manages to be equally arousing and disturbing for anyone watching on, namely her. It was another one of those moments where her brain blanked out. Her whole body hums with delight and lust, and she knows it must show right through her expression from the very sinister light that burns behind his gaze.

He cradles Bonnie in his arms, and she instinctively locks her legs in the curve of his back. She takes him in her hand, drinks in Kol's sounds of satisfaction as she works him roughly, and even sniggers a little at his growl of disappointment when she abruptly stops. Meanwhile he kisses Bonnie's neck, cheeks, forehead, licks the tip of nose and he tastes the salt of her sweat before sweeping her into a brief kiss. Bonnie holds onto his shoulders, and snaps their hips together, his cock smoothly sliding in one vigorous stroke.

Her glassy eyes are unfocused on his darkening chestnut orbs, gasping, moaning while the vampire rhythmically thrusts. The witch doesn't get a chance to adjust till Kol is finally putting his fingers to good use in lazy, eye-watering circles on her clit. Bonnie cries out at the multiple pleasurable stimulations on her body and a few tears escape through her clenched eyes.

Bonnie deliberately clutches her inner muscles around his cock, Kol's movement staggers as he revels in the feeling of the hot, tight pussy pulsing through him before pounding into the little witch harder, faster until everything blurs away apart from Bonnie's breathless screams and his own burning gratification.

It's so profoundly amazing, when Kol changes their position to pull Bonnie up and down his dick while sitting on his heels. Her body tenses at the rush, but she can't think, or move but just feel. Feel him.

Feel Kol reach so deeply she can imagine never letting him go. Feel Kol fuck her so harshly and without restraint nobody else will ever compare. Feel Kol's hushed profanities in her ear lulling her into ecstasy. Feel Kol's lips and tongue on the curve of her beasts sucking on her sweaty, burning skin. Feel Kol's human teeth on her shoulder as he pulls her closer, his hands gripping into the base of her neck and the cheeks of her ass.

His bite adds just enough pain that it brings this madness to its blinding completion, and as his blunt canines forces an indentation into her flesh, Bonnie feels him everywhere. In and out of her, Kol is there, a welcomed intrusion that shatters everything so far into millions of pieces there's no way from telling right from left and up from down.

He doesn't stop, never slows down around the periodic squeeze of her walls around him. Not until he could sense the inescapable scorching blaze travelling through his immortal body. Kol grunts and chokes. The familiar sting of a pair of sharp tips piercing his gums free and that never ending taunt of vampire blood lust hits him. Kol stills, jerks a few times gasping at the surprising shockwaves coursing within him before moaning her name and falling against her.

They're sitting in the middle of the bed, Kol's currently inside her before Bonnie tiredly kneels up off of him and flops back down while ignoring his protests. Kol gives a furtive peck to the witch's rosy cheek then soundly drops his weight on the space beside her, opting to gaze at Bonnie's blissful state.

Bonnie has the fleeting, totally random whim to knee the vampire in the groin even before he starts talking. That broad, cheeky, naught grins and the victorious twinkle behind those whiskey eyes are frankly more than she can stand.

"You're regretting this already, darling?"

"Maybe…" Bonnie trails off but chortles at the honest look of shock on his face. "But if you play your cards right, I just might have to put you on speed dial." She adds.

Kol slides an inch too close, and plays with a lock of her hair, twirling it around his finger and as usual oozing conceit.

"How generous of you." He drawls, silkily and seductively enough to make her skin crawl.

Bonnie returns his sarcastic smirk with one of her own, landing an affectionate swat over his head when his fingers traces the ridges of her ribs. Kol rolls his eyes but isn't deterred away from bushing their lips together.

So he didn't give up, Bonnie's silly enough to feel a little flattered at his persistence. But it's all good fun until someone gets hurt, or until someone gets killed. She's made her choice, but is the witch willing to accept the consequences of getting involved with a psychopathic centuries old vampire?

A/N: Please review, they mean so much to me and I need the feedback. EDITED again. Apologises, no major changes.