FORBITTEN: Caius Volturi x fem!reader
POV: After the hot and steamy events of last night, you go about your day, not expecting anything to come of it. However, when you least expect it, Caius becomes softer. More needy...
Contains: angst, handjob, fingering, biting, p in v, teasing, edging vampires (obviously)
Normality fell on the palace again. That’s exactly what Y/N expected after last nights excursion with Caius.
He was back to his ice cold self with that same scowl and stick so far up his ass it could’ve come back up out of his mouth if it went any further.
She entered their throne room as she did once in a while, a letter from an old friend of Aro’s.
“Thank you child,” he said, a smile on his unhinged face and a quick pet of her cheek. His face tightened for a moment, peripheral vision glancing to his right hand brother and then back to her. He shook his head, smiling at her as he removed his hand from her cheek.
In the corner of her eye she saw Caius tense. He tried to hide it, but he was jealous of the way Aro gave her attention and he hated the smile she gave him when he did. He wanted her all to himself, but he couldn’t say that just yet. He was still head of the Volturi, he couldn’t just have a pet around. He had things to do, constantly it almost felt.
The atmosphere felt different though. When he saw Y/N, his gaze softened a little, but when he saw her start to look, that scowl returned.
He was impossible to read.
He hated that she took advantage of him, making her see everything he didn’t want anyone to see. But he also loved how it felt, inside and outside. Not just the sex, the way she was able to take control over him, a man whose whole existence was control.
He wasn’t as tight as he seemed. He was also weak on the inside, not always so cross. The was a mask he put on. Why? She didn't quite understand why yet.
The night came back again, it was a late end-of-winter night again. Cold, but getting warmer as Spring began to prevail.
It was late. Much too late for Y/N to be up in any normal situation. Tonight, though, she kept to herself. She stayed in her room, reading.
She thought about Caius often now. Thought about his hair, his eyes, sometimes about the sounds he made.
It all felt like a nightmare with the way she remembered so vaguely but the memory was like a dream. All too good to be real.
She skimmed through a chapter, trying to read, except nothing she read was retaining in her brain. All that filled her mind was the sounds of Caius whining and moaning her name.
It felt like every time she thought about him, it summoned him as a knock at her door called. The sound echoed through her room. She got up to open the door and there he stood in the frame, his shirt undone, belt slightly misaligned, and his hair still in a perfect straight line, shining in the candle light like he had just finished his duties for the night and had to visit her before he winded down for the day, though he never slept.
“Caius, hello,” she said, already trembling.
“Y/N, I came to,” he began, talking like he was about to apologize before he choked his words. He straightened himself up and went back to his Volturi roots.
“When I scowl at you, it doesn’t mean anything,” he stated, bluntly.
“What do you mean?” She asked.
“If you think I’m scowling at you like I hate you I don’t mean it,” he said like he was trying apologize without actually understanding how an apology is served, which made sense for him.
“Are you apologizing?” She scoffed, giggling at his lack of competency
“No. I mean, I suppose, yes,” he could barely conduct a thought, let alone look at her when he talked.
“Caius it’s okay,” she replied, placing her palm on his shoulder. Normally he’d scrunch his nose in disgust and push her away. He just sighed, letting his face relax for once.
“I still don’t know what I think of you, but I suppose you’re not as uptight and insufferable as I thought,” he said, she thought to at least sound a little sincere.
“Me? Uptight? Next to you? Impossible,” she teased.
He didn’t laugh, she assumed he probably didn’t know how to.
He just looked at her. He scoffed, though he did think it was funny.
“Don’t make me change my mind about that now,” he teased back, cracking a small smile.
“Caius Volturi, you surprise me,” she cooed, brushing her fingers through his velvet soft hair. She was doing it again, making him weak, and submissive, but this time he didn’t fight it.
He didn’t ick himself out.
He let her under his skin.
And he enjoyed it, as much as his brain tried to hate it.
They sat on the edge of her bed as he let her fondle his hair, while they talked.
“So Marcus, what’s his deal?” She asked.
He let out a soft chuckle. “Poor Marcus, being one of the oldest vampires truly isn’t for the weak… and after what Aro did to his poor wife,” he shivered.
“Well, don’t you remember the dinosaurs,” she joked back.
“Hey, I’m not that old!” He shot back half amused, half offended.
“What did happen to Marcus’s wife?” She asked.
“He thought that she was taking him away from Volturi business, they planned to leave, so he… murdered her,” Caius explained.
“Oh… that’s terrible,” she replied with teary eye.
“Well Aro…” she started, cut off by a hard growl from Caius.
“Don’t,” he scoffed. Face tightening and teeth gritting against each other.
“What’s wrong?” She asked.
“I despise the way Aro looks at you,” he hissed.
“I thought you two were close, I thought he was your brother,” she couldn’t understand his jealously.
“Regardless, you are mine, even if he doesn’t know it. And he won’t know it. I won't let him do anything to you,” he stated, almost as a command. She never saw him so possessive.
“Don’t worry, I think he’s ugly anyway,” she giggled. “And God that laugh is horrific,” she joked, causing a smile to light his face up.
“Yeah, it sure is,” he giggled. His face locked up again, eyes staring into hers. But they weren’t cold, they weren’t glaring.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about last night,” he groaned, breathing down her neck again causing her body to shudder.
“Me either,” she gasped softly.
“Fuck I need to feel you again,” he whined, nipping at her neck.
“You’re always so hungry,” she teased, giving him access to her neck.
“Don’t take too much, I want the stamina for you,” she whispered, making him purr into her neck.
“Such a little whore you are,” he moaned, running his fingers on her neck before sinking his teeth into the same spot as last night.
He drank the metallic blood slowly and gently. She winced and groaned at the pain, whimpering from the sensualness of it. He didn’t want to let go but complied to her wishes and stopped when he had just enough. He licked the wound and his teeth clean before locking her in a tight kiss.
She grabbed at his pants, feeling him grow as the kiss intensified.
She slowly unbuckled his belt and slid his zipper down enough to run her hand in. He gasped on her lips before sucking deeper into the kiss.
She started to rub him gently, sending stings that radiated in his stomach. He whispered grunted curses under his breath as she slid his pants down and stroked him gently but with definite rhythm.
As much as he wanted to push her away and take over, he adored when she took control over him. He adored the way her hand felt wrapped around him and the way she wasn’t intimidated by him.
She didn’t run in fear or cry at the sight of him. He moaned, the back of his skull pressed against the bed frame.
“Look at how needy you are Cai, awww,” she teased.
“I am… not,” he groaned, biting his cheeks to not make a sound.
“Says the one humping my hand and moaning like a girl,” she pestered further.
“Shut your mouth before you get yourself hurt sweetheart,” he warned, a little more serious this time, but he was still under her control. She smiled at him trying to act tough as he fell apart in her hands. He whimpered and shivered.
“I’m so close, fuck Y/N,” he whined. He could barely hold his head up and keep his eyes open as his orgasm coiled in his belly but it quickly dissipated when she removed her hand. He let out an aggravated groan.
“Don’t even,” he growled.
“Shhh, now you know how it feels Cai Cai,” she pressed her finger against his quivering lips, cock still twitching from ache of being unsatisfied.
“Don’t call me that,” his voice dropping low and gravely. His brows furrowed aggressively but his face was much poutier than scowl-like.
“Are you gonna let me cum or not you bitch?” He said, almost as if he was telling rather than asking.
“Not with that attitude you’re not,” she taunted, pulling her hand away fully and pushing him against the bed frame. His brows relaxed for a moment, turning into more disappointment than anger.
“Please… please doll,” he started to beg.
“Please what Caius?” She whispered with a fake pout and whine to her voice, cupping his jaw with her hand.
“Please…” he started, almost half embarrassed he was begging for this.
“Please let me cum love doll,” he begged, crimson eyes in a puppy dog like fold.
“I’ll think about it if you’re good,” she teased, marking him with soft kisses that drove him insane.
He was still rock hard against her, twitching, begging for something. Anything. She slowly unbuttoned his disheveled black shirt made of soft silk and slipped it off of him.
The white skin underneath shivered. His patience grew thinner and thinner but he bit back the urge to blow up. She kissed down his chest, his abdomen, his heaving tummy.
His breath hitched and a guttural moan escaped his throat when he felt her tongue swirling his already dripping tip.
“Oh my God,” he gasped, fingers rushing to her hair, gripping it gently.
“Oh that’s it my darling, oh fuck.” She sucked her cheeks in to take him deep. Her tongue licking gently on the underside of his base, making his scarlet eyes roll into the back of his head.
He rolled his hips gently and pushed her head back and forth making him only moan louder. He knew how well the others heard, but as good as her mouth felt on him he couldn’t care less. His mind was hazy with pleasure and euphoric touch.
“Fuck you feel so- ugh,” he couldn’t hold back, his cock hot and shaky on her tongue, begging to release. She pulled her mouth away right at the height of his pleasure, making him whimper harder.
“Please, my love please, please,” he whined and begged. She smiled at him, delighted at how she was able to make him fold so easily.
“Tell me how bad you need to cum Caius, come on,” she teased and prodded.
“Stop it please baby doll I need to cum so bad,” he whimpered.
“Let me feel how bad you need to,” she said.
“I want to feel you inside of me, feeling how bad you need to cum, show me,” she whispered into his ears, kissing along his sharp jaw and sunken cheeks. He practically wheezed from the high of getting so close but not being relieved.
“Or are you too weak?” That was what drove him over the edge
“listen you whore, if you’re going to play with me like this, you’ll regret it,” he threatened, brows tightening again, hand gripping her wrist. It scared her but also lit a fire in her stomach seeing him get possessive again.
“I’m going to take my time with you, undressing you slowly, loving you gently, and then when you least expect it,” he began, whispering, breathing on her neck and ears as he pressed his fingers on her clothed clit making her gasp into his hair and neckline.
“I’ll fuck you in ways no one ever has, you’re mine, all mine,” he growled, biting her lip with his teeth, pulling at it as he rubbed small circles against her sopping underwear. She moaned softly, head tilting back.
“Don’t leave me waiting Cai,” she whispered. He locked her lips onto his, reaching behind her to slide the zipper of her red dress down. When he unzipped it all the way the straps fell showing her lack of bra.
“Fuck, was this for me?” His hand groping her plump tits, leaving soft kisses on them and running his long tongue across them.
“Mmmm, you taste so divine my fruit bat,” he cooed as she moaned, fingers tangled in his strawberry locks.
“I almost forgive you for not letting me finish now,” he teased, sucking hard on her breasts, and kissing down her chest and stomach.
“These won’t do,” he tsked, pulling at the waistband of her underwear. She crawled into his lap, letting him tear the fabric of the underwear off her and throwing it to the side.
“It’s my turn now, and you will respect that, understood?” He commanded, hand on the small of her back, nails digging deep making her whimper and nod.
“Get up. Hands on the edge of the bed, ass facing the wall pretty thing,” he instructed. She complied. He got up and admired her for a beat. Running a finger on her figure and kissing her thighs on his knees.
“Please, I need you so bad Caius,” she begged, arching her back further.
“Awww, now you know what it’s like doll,” he chastised.
“I promise though my dear, I won’t keep you waiting much longer.” He ran his fingers on her waist, taking both sides in a hard grip.
“Deep breath, darling, brace yourself,” he whispered, pressing the head of his cock at her entrance. She took a deep breath as he entered her, already starting with a strong rhythm.
“Ugh, already so wet and tight for me, my little pet,” he swooned, drunk from how good she felt.
He’d been day dreaming about her all day. He was lucky he needed her blood to get hard otherwise he would’ve made a fool of himself in front of the others. Aro noticed how unlike himself he was.
God how Caius despised how Aro treated her. It was nothing but to him it meant everything. The way he touched her face, the way he smiled, the way he’d use little pet names for her.
He never knew how jealous he could be over a mortal. He fucked her raw and deep, possessive and demanding. She moaned and screamed.
“Fuck Caius,” she whined. He rocked hard against her, making their skin clap on each thrust. His breath hitching as he groaned and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. The sounds of sex in the room completely overtook the place. He groaned on beat with each buck.
“Does that feel nice baby?” He gasped, choking back his moans to speak.
“Uh.. huh..” she moaned rhythmically with each pound he pushed against her ass.
“I’m so close,” she whined.
“Cum for me like a good girl now,” he wailed, pushing harder. Her moans grew louder and higher, practically screaming for the whole castle to hear. He didn’t care, hearing her like this gave only drove his desire. He felt her clench around him, hungry and impossibly weak. He stopped for a moment before she could finish, making her whine and groan.
“Shhh easy my love,” he assured. He pulled out, flipping her over, grabbing her throat, gently at first.
“I want to see that pretty doll face when I cum inside you, watching you scream my name,” Caius said, dominantly but kindly and sweetly. She choked slightly as his grip on her throat tightened. She was on her back, spread, begging for more.
“Open real wide for me,” he cooed, spreading her open with his palms on her knees. He held her thighs with his hands, putting her ankles on his shoulders.
“Please Caius, I can’t wait any longer,” she begged.
“Shhh baby shhh,” he hushed, putting himself at her entrance again. He continued where he left off, faster, harder; deeper. She wailed loudly, while he placed kisses on her legs.
He held a hand on her calf and another on her stomach, feeling how deep she was. Their moans began to sync, getting louder with every thrust.
“Look at me Y/N,” he asked. His words, his touch, his lips, his thrusts, it was all too much. She came hard, making him insanely wet, taking him over the edge himself. His legs practically gave out with the final thrust.
“God you feel so good,” he whimpered. He pulled out gently, lying down beside her on the bed. She rolled over to cuddle him.
“I love you,” she whispered. The words caught him off guard.
“No,” he replied, back to his annoying cold self again, pushing her away.
“You don’t love me, Y/N,” he grimaced, standing up with shaking knees, walking to a different part of the room.
“Why do you do this?” She asked, angry and confused.
“This! Acting all sweet, calling me pretty names, fucking me and then acting like you despise me?” She accused, over his attitude.
“We are nothing Y/N, so get it out of your head,” he shunned, as much as he did like her.
“Nothing? Do people that are nothing to one another get jealous of others? Do people that are nothing to each other have sex like this?” She spat back, causing his head to snap around and walk towards her.
“What do you want from me? A sex pet? I don’t think you’d get so jealous of Aro if you just wanted me around just to fuck,” she poked at him, and he knew she was right.
“Don’t talk about him, you know what it does to me,” he shunned again.
“That’s exactly my point! You don’t like it because you have something for me,” she said, crossing her arms knowing she was right too.
“You called me yours… You wanted to protect me from... him... You don’t have to say I love you back, but I know I’m much more than nothing to you, at least admit that to me,” she testified, at least expecting him to at least reconsider his thoughts.
he asserted, and went to gather his clothes strewn about the place. She furrowed her brows in anger, picking up her book and throwing it at his bare back, making him stop in his tracks.
“Don’t fucking start with me, I will have you ruined sweetheart,” he scowled again, lips curled downwards with his jaw flexed, holding his hand back like he wanted to choke her but he hesitated.
“If you actually meant that you wouldn’t threaten me… you’d just do it without any thought.”
Again he knew she was right. This time he softened.
“I’m… you’re right,” he started, again starting as an apology but just turned into surrender.
“And I won’t be your little sex pet if that’s all you want, you can piss off for all I care,” she declared.
“No, Y/N… please,” he started. He did want her for more, he hated when others saw his weak side, but she was always able to crack his shell.
“I love our time together, I shouldn’t get so… fired up and push you away,” he purred softy, tucking her hair behind her ear. Her eyes turned away from him but she melted into his touch.
“I should get some sleep,” she said tiredly.
“Y/N, I’m… I’m sorry,” he choked up like he was going to cry. He wasn’t the type to apologize, but he cared about her, and couldn’t bear to see her walk away unhappy. She looked up at him, a smile creeping on her face.
“I promise I’ll make it up to you,” he lowered his face, leaning into a kiss. She wanted to push him away, but his presence was so comforting she melted into him and his lips.
“I hate you,” she whispered breaking away for a second before taking his lips again.
“You wish you could,” he fought back, holding her waist between his fingers.
“I should go to bed before we get into more trouble,” she said, pulling his hands off her.
“Ugh but I love trouble,” he growled, fighting her push, hands landing on her ass.
“Caius,” she embarrassedly replied. He groaned against her neck, kissing hard on it.
“Caius you nasty thing,” she giggled, giving up pushing him away.
“Just one more kiss okay? I promise,” he chuckled, continuing to kiss much more than just once.
“Right,” she teased, running her nails on her back, which turned into hard scratches when she felt his fingers press on her clit.
“Caius! Hands to yourself!” She whispered but in a scolding tone. All he did was giggle.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned hard into his ears as he circled his fingers.
Sorry I lowkey left y'all on a cliffhanger there >:)
I promise as time goes on Caius will be less annoying LMAO
Once again, thank you so much for reading and supporting this series!! It truly means the world to me and I love seeing you all love it! I hope you all like angst and jealousy... because you're for a treat next chapter...
MWUAH HOPE YOU LOVE ITTTT
