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Alec Volturi:

Attractive ❤️‍🔥

Early awakening ❤️‍🔥💗

Mine, amore ❤️‍🔥

Demetri Volturi:

Can be soft ❤️‍🔥💗

Description:

Soft 💗

Smut (18+) ❤️‍🔥

Warnings: not my native language, heavy smut, mature content (18+), cheating from readers pov, swearing, some italian (also not native language)

Words: 2,261

Bella had got herself into plenty of precarious situations before, but this was the worst yet. The three of us were sitting in the stolen Porsche, speeding along the country roads of Italy. Bella sprinted out of the car and into the streets, which were packed with people dressed in red. “Stay close to me,” Alice murmured, her ice-cold hand clasping my wrist. What choice did I have?

We stopped in front of the clock tower and Alice left me standing there. Better safe than sorry. She didn’t want me caught in the crossfire. I wasn’t even supposed to know about any of this. If I weren’t so damn curious, I wouldn’t have known and would now be having dinner with the Newtons. Mike would be wondering where I was. I hadn’t told him I was flying to Italy to be with Bella. Holy shit. Mike would understand that I’d chosen my sister over him, my boyfriend, in this situation. For sure. I tapped my foot on the ground. I felt sick with nerves.

Suddenly, I was swept away by a gust of wind. At least, that’s how it felt. But the ‘gust’ turned out to be a beautiful young man. His skin was just as pale as the Cullens’. Only his eyes—they glowed red instead of yellow. “Aro will want to meet you,” he said in a sing-song voice. I nodded, whoever this Aro was. “Alec!” a voice called out sharply, and a blonde woman approached us. Alec and she looked alike. Siblings? Alec kept holding onto my arm as if I might vanish at any moment. “She can wait here,” muttered the blonde, eyeing me with disdain. “We’ll be back soon, Amore,” he said hoarsely. As a farewell, he kissed the back of my hand and followed the young woman.

My sister looked distraught as she approached me with Edward and Alice. I jumped to my feet and was about to go to meet her. But suddenly Alec was standing in front of me, tilting his head slightly and smiling gently. “I look forward to seeing you next time, amore,” his voice enchanted me once more and I could hardly tear my eyes away from him. “Not until after graduation,” Edward growled, “stick to the agreement.” Alec looked mockingly at Edward and then at me. “You heard him, ragazza bellissima,” the corners of Alec’s mouth twitched with amusement, “E poi sarai mio.” I didn’t speak Italian, but the way he spoke enchanted me and I smiled at him. None of my thoughts were clear, and Mike? I’d already forgotten him. I wanted Alec with every fibre of my being. And I could almost taste that he felt the same, because he made no move to let me go. Bella called my name, and I hadn’t even noticed that the group was already standing at the exit, waiting. “I’ll come and get you after your graduation, mi amore,” he assured me and gave me a quick goodbye kiss. What on earth had just happened? My heart was beating three times as fast, and when Alice put her arm around me, my finger rested on the spot where Alec’s lips had touched mine. Good heavens, I was in a stable, happy relationship – what was that? “He is your mate,” Edward replied to my question. “No,” I whispered, “don’t read my mind.” Edward looked at me guiltily and nodded slightly. “What did you mean by ‘graduation’?” My voice was no more than a whisper. “You are mates,” Alice replied this time, “He wants you with him. Preferably right away. However, we’ve managed to negotiate until your graduation,” a soft look played around her eyes. That wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be true. What about Mike? And what does ‘negotiate’ mean here? I’m not a loaf of bread. Edward looked as if he wanted to say something, but he held back.

I’d been trying to push my trip to Italy out of my mind for the last two weeks. During that time, I’d hardly seen Mike – or rather, I’d been doing my best to avoid him. And slowly but surely, he started asking me what was going on. What was I supposed to say? Oh, everything’s fine, I just can’t stop thinking about that dark-haired vampire from Italy. And I don’t mean innocent thoughts, but really naughty things. At least as far as I could go. Mike and I had only slept together once so far, and it was awful.

I promised Mike at school today that we’d meet up at my place. So far, so good. We were lying on my bed and he was telling me about his surfing trip with Eric. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t realise he’d finished. His gaze rested on me and he stroked my arm. It felt wrong. He kissed me. First lightly, then with more intensity. My lack of reaction encouraged him to carry on. I closed my eyes and tried to enjoy this intimate moment. But my brain threw a spanner in the works. Instead of Mike, I was thinking of Alec. That distinctive chin, those fiery red eyes and the smile as we had to say goodbye. This wasn’t working. Mike’s hand slid down my side and found its way under my shirt. “No,” I whispered. Mike pulled back and his eyebrows knitted together. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked, clearly annoyed. “I haven’t been allowed to touch you for weeks. In any way.” He got up from the bed and put on his jacket. “Mi-,” I started to say, but he cut me off: “No, I can tell something’s not right. I’m not in the mood for this. Get in touch when you’ve got your wits about you again.” He slammed the door behind him, and the front door clicked shut a short while later. Sighing, I ran my hand over my face.

“I thought he’d never leave,” came a voice from the window, “or that I’d have to tear him apart for touching you like that.” “Alec,” I whispered in disbelief. “Mi amore,” he began, “did you think you could be happy with him?” My gaze darted from him to my fingers and back to him. He was suddenly right beside me. His finger lifted my chin. “Did you think of me when he kissed you, Tesoro? Did you think of me when he tried to touch you?” His voice was sharp, almost angry. He leaned down towards me so that we were only a few centimetres apart. I nodded almost imperceptibly, but he noticed. “Such a good girl,” he murmured, running his finger along my neck. I whimpered. “Do you want me to kiss you, Tesoro?” his lips so close to my ear I could feel his breath, “do you want me to touch you, just as you imagined, amore?” I nodded quickly and pressed my thighs together. He purred. His lips pressed against mine. Not tenderly, but possessively. Marking his territory. He pulled away and kissed down my jaw and along my neck. I couldn’t help myself and moaned. Alec smiled wickedly at my neck. “That’s good, tesoro,” he nibbled at the skin on my neck. By now I was lying on my bed and Alec was hovering over me, “I want to hear you, amore,” he murmured, biting gently on the spot between my neck and collarbone, “can you do that, amore?” I nodded and ran my fingers through his hair. “If I start now, I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to stop. Can you handle that?” he explained, and his hands began to slide down my body. I nodded again. “With words, Tesoro.” “Please,” I whispered, tugging gently at his hair.

A deep growl escaped Alec. His eyes had darkened and his fangs were more prominent than just a moment ago. “You belong to me, Amore.” With swift movements, he’d taken off his coat and leaned over me again. His face mere millimetres from mine. “He doesn’t know it, but you were never his. You were never meant to be with that idiot. You’re mine. And I’m going to show you that you’re mine.” His dark voice, his breath on my lips. I whimper. I want him. Ever since Italy. “Patience, Tesoro,” his angelic face twisted in amusement, “I want you to think of me with every future touch. Of how I make you come. How you moan my name, like a good girl. How much I want you.” I could only nod. My brain was a single lump of jelly. I felt hot and cold at the same time. My nipples hard. My knickers wet. Alec licked his upper lip before kissing me. His lips sent an electrifying sensation through me and I wanted more. Automatically, I arched my hips towards him, which drew a growl from Alec. “Bellissima, I need to concentrate,” he said, looking down at us intently. “I don’t want to hurt you unnecessarily,”

I pulled him down and kissed him with the same intensity as he had shown moments before. I bit his lip. His hands braced themselves on the bed beside my head. My hands slid between us over his top and I unbuttoned his shirt. Alec grinned before grabbing me and pulling me to the edge of the bed. In a dizzying rush, my jeans were on the floor and Alec was kissing my inner thighs, biting gently here and there into the sensitive skin. A tingling sensation ran from my stomach to my throbbing centre. I hummed and breathed heavily. Before he reached my panties, Alec stopped and took off his shirt. With quick hands, he pulled off the top I was wearing. Through a haze, I saw that he was pleased not to find a bra. “Fuck, Amore,” his cold hands cupped each breast and he licked my left nipple. I moaned and arched towards him. “Alec,” my voice was a croak, “please.” His gaze held mine as he sucked on the nipple. I closed my eyes. “Amore, look at me,” he murmured, his breath brushing against the damp nipple. I opened my eyes. And he moved his kisses downwards. I’m still wearing the panties, which must be soaking by now. He kissed the warm spot between my legs and growled. He ran his tongue over the wet fabric. I whimpered. Gently, his thumb slid over my slit. “Alec,” I breathed.

A silent cry for more. My eyes never left him. Not even when he looked up at me and pushed the fabric aside with his fingers. His gaze – full of desire. “You smell so good, my love. Fuck, you’re turning me on,” his voice dripping with passion. His middle and index fingers found the spot where I wanted them. Needed them. He thrust them into me, growling as he did so. His gaze darkened even more. He thrust his fingers into me rhythmically. Curled them. And I wanted more. More of him. As if he could read my mind, his lips closed around my clit. “Oh fuck—Alec.” I tensed. Closed my eyes and threw my head back. His tongue, cold and energetic, on what was surely my most sensitive spot. The combination of his rhythmic fingers and his tongue. It drove me mad. A wave of heat washed over me and I screamed his name. But my orgasm wasn’t enough. I shuddered as he simply carried on. Overstimulated, I grabbed his hair and gently pushed him away from me. Within seconds, he was lying on top of me. His cock bare against my skin and his lips on mine. “You taste exquisite, mi amore. I’ll never get enough of that, or of the way you scream my name,” his voice sounded hoarse. His hips between my legs and his shaft just centimetres from my pussy. “Alec, please,” I murmur, my voice still hoarse from the first wave of heat. “Please what, amore?” he purred. “Please,” I breathed, more desperately this time. “But tesoro, what exactly?” his fangs brushed against my earlobe. “Fuck me, Alec,” I whimpered. He smiled smugly. “Your wish is my command, amore.”

Warnings: heavy smut, spice and a bit of fluff

The journey to your room was almost endless. Once there, you take off your high heels, they were killing you. So far, the Volturi kings have not been dissatisfied with you as a human. Of course you knew that you too would soon be transformed. Your hope was and is that your mate will transform you. So far he is still resisting, he is afraid that he will not turn you, but kill you completely. You shake your head as you take off your necklace. Your gaze falls on your reflection in the mirror. You could imagine yourself as a vampire in that perfectly fitting dress. None of your current flaws would be taken over.

A fresh breeze announced your mate "Hello darling" He was standing right behind you. His face was adorned with a mischievous smile and his eyes shone a fresh red. "May I help you?" he murmured, stroking your back with his cold hands before unzipping your dress. His lips grazed your neck and kisses spread over your nape and throat. At your artery, he inhaled your scent deeply before whispering against your neck "I don't know if I can ever part with your scent my love" Lightly he nibbled at your skin as his hands slipped the straps of your dress off your shoulders. "You'll have to, Dem," you murmur, turning round to face him in just your underwear. "But I want to enjoy you for a while yet, doll," he breathes a kiss on your lips before the bra also says goodbye. "Demetri," you warn him hoarsely. He makes an approving sound, his hands already kneading your bum. "I'm still too..." you stop because of a slap on your bum "sore from tonight, my love"

A more animalistic growl could be heard. "But doll," his voice was soft and just too pleading, "I can be gentle with you too. I promise." His tongue glided over your neck, his hands cupped your breasts. He kneads them lovingly and slowly slides down your side to your panties, which he carefully removes. "So tender, my love," he murmurs and sinks to his knees. Demetri knew how to get you to fuck him. He carefully kissed your inner thighs and pushed your legs apart bit by bit. "I can smell you baby" your eyes slid downwards and his gaze looked like that of a predator. He sank between your legs and a startled moan escaped you. He lightly stroked his tongue between your lips. Sucked on them. "You taste so good love" he praised you "I need more sweetface" and with that he lifted you up and carried you to your bed. Once there, he didn't give you time to change places. He licked over your entire pussy. Took in all your arousal. You moaned softly while Demetri teased you. Heat rose inside you and the familiar tingling sensation travelled through your abdomen. "Dem" you breathed hoarsely. "Yes my love" he sucked on your clit and sank two fingers inside you. You moaned loudly and bent towards him. You were not far away from your orgasm. "Please" you whimpered and bucked against Demetri. "Come for me, my love," he begged you.

He didn't have to say that twice, you were overcome by a wave of lust and you came on his tongue and fingers, moaning and twitching.

"Such a good girl," said Demetri and slipped his wet fingers into your mouth. "You taste so good, my darling," you moaned, still woozy from your high, "I told you I could be soft, love."

Alec Volturi x fem!Reader

Warnings: heavy smut, spice and a bit of fluff

Early awakening

The first rays of sunshine warm your face. A cold breeze tickles your right foot as you labour to open your eyes. Cat-like, you stretch and purr to yourself. Sluggishly, you drag yourself into the neighbouring bathroom. The first glance in the mirror makes you cringe. Bruises adorn your arms, hips and décolleté. You carefully run your fingertips over the bruises and remember Alec's loving kisses. Smiling, you open your eyes and switch on the shower so that it is already warm. You glance back at the room you share with Alec. There's no sign of him. The hot water hits your pale skin, sending a shiver down your spine. Sighing, you stroke the bruises again and smile at the thought of last night.

Alec had been on a mission for weeks. His only thought was to come into your room and breathe in your infatuating scent. He had been separated from you for three weeks and it was affecting his mental stability. If he made an effort, he could hear you humming as you worked on your laptop. He imagined you, as so often in the hot Italian summer, sitting on your bed in just his shirt and a pair of panties. His hands clenched and unclenched into fists. "You're dismissed," Aro said, nodding to the four of them. Alec's feet automatically carried him to your shared chamber. He turned the knob and walked quietly into the room.

Your gaze flitted in his direction. A loving expression came over your features. "Alec," you breathed, briskly putting the laptop to one side. Alec didn't give you the chance to get up as he had already thrown himself onto the bed and positioned you underneath him. "Amore," his voice was husky, his eyes dark, "I've missed you a lot." A wimper was all you could manage as he began to kiss along your neck. He brushed the strands of your hair to the side for even better access. "Your smell," he continued, "your voice and how that can both change with a little bit of" With the last words, he stroked your inner thigh up to your centre. His fingers rubbed over your hot, throbbing centre, but your slip separated his fingers from your most intimate place. Your breathing quickened and a soft moan could be heard. "That's what I've been missing, amore," a mischievous smile was all you saw before he turned his attention to your dellekoté. He kissed his way from your neck to your breasts, where he paused for a particularly long time, to your stomach until he reached your thighs. In between, he ran his teeth over the thin skin of your hips. "Hai un odore così buono, amore", he purred.

Your left hand stroked through Alec's hair as he looked up at you from below. "Should I stop, my love," he asked calmly with a hint of sarcasm. "Don't you dare," came from you hoarsely. Grinning, Alec tore the little bit of fabric off you and sank between your legs. Groaning, you arched your back. "Holy shit Alec" Alec grumbled and replied with a small pause, "nothing about this is holy, my dirty little bitch"

A whimpering "please" you gasped before Alec turned his attention back to your throbbing centre. Your hand in his hair presses him even closer to your hot flesh. Your breaths are short and quick. "Vieni per me, Amore", huffs Alec. Alec's Italian words threw you over the edge and you came.

Without letting you catch your breath for a moment, Alec kissed you again and sank into you. His hands held your hips in his firm grip. You didn't know when he had removed his clothes. " So tight my love," he moaned as he thrust into you with precision, "just for me, right?" You moaned and pressed your head even further into the pillow. Alec stopped after a strong thrust. "I asked you a question my little bitch," he mumbled, biting gently into the thin skin over your breasts. "Oh God Alec," you croaked, "God won't help you, doll. You're in hell, with me," he murmured, thrusting hard into you again. Dark spots danced before your eyes and a knot formed in your abdomen. "I'm yours and yours alone," you breathed powerlessly. Alec nodded and kissed your swollen lips before thrusting rhythmically into you again. His moans became darker and more breathy, just like yours. "Come with me Amore," Alec breathed. Moaning loudly, you came around him. His cock twitched at the sudden tightness of you. "Such a good girl," Alec purred and kissed your cheek, your forehead and your lips. Lovingly, he pulled you to his chest and covered you. "I love you," you murmured before falling asleep exhausted in his arms. "I love you too doll"

Warnings: smut, spice and a bit of fluff

Can we briefly imagine how attractive it would be to be Alec Volturi's mate?

- the constant feeling of security: he would never allow anything to happen to his mate. With his ability alone, he would take down any enemy, no matter how strong, if Jane supported him. Good lord.

- Joint walks through the castle garden

- He reads on a sofa while you sit between his legs and lean back against his chest, trying to improve your Italian skills

- Italian "lessons": „Mia cara, potrai venire solo quando ti permetterò di“* // „Cazzo amore mio, ti senti così bene intorno al mio cazzo“**// „Proprio così, amore, gemi il mio nome più forte che puoi“ ***

- "You smell so good Amore", "you smell like home"

* My dear, you can only come when I allow you to

** Fuck my love, you feel so good around my cock