"My old man is a bad man but
I can't deny the way he holds my hand
And he grabs me, he has me by my heart
He doesn't mind I have a Las Vegas past
He doesn't mind I have an LA crass way about me
He loves me with every beat of his cocaine heart."

The music pounds through the building, vibrating through the floor. I dance by myself, swaying to the music alone. Eyes follow my moves everywhere. It's Rebekah's birthday party at the Mikaelson house. And everyone is here. Alcohol rushes through my veins and ignites my skin. I'm not drunk, only two classic red cups of beer.

"Swimming pool glimmering darling
White bikini off with my red nail polish
Watch me in the swimming pool
Bright blue ripples, you sittin', sippin' on your black Cristal
Oh yeah."

My dress clings to my skin, just above my knee. Stefan has pissed me off - big time. Anger is the thing making me dance like this. I caught Stefan flirting with a shop assistant and it annoyed me. And now revenge was sweet.

"Light of my life, fire of my loins
Be a good baby, do what I want
Light of my life, fire of my loins
Give me them gold coins, give me them coins."

I grind against the man behind me, winking at Stefan. His jaw tenses, eyes narrowing. He reaches out and grabs the nearest woman to him, pulling her against him. Her body almost moulds with his, her hands in his hair. I turn around to the man behind me. Brown eyes and a menacing smirk. Kol. Shit.
"Looks like you're in trouble," Kol growls, grabbing my hips and pulling me against him. "Best wind him up a little more before you begging for forgiveness, darling. And then he'll have his way with you." Kol's breath brushes against the skin of my neck.
I dance with Kol, letting my hands wander his body.
"Darling if you ever decide you get bored with him I'm always free..." Kol purrs, his hand dropping to my arse and squeezing.

"And I'm off to the races, cases of Bacardi chasers
Chasin' me all over town 'cause he knows I'm wasted,
Facin' time again on Rikers Island and I won't get out
Because I'm crazy baby, I need you to come here and save me
I'm your little scarlet, starlet, singin' in the garden
Kiss me on my open mouth
Ready for you."

Another growl sounds behind me. Hands grab my hands and pull me away. Kol winks at me, smirking as he grabs another woman and sinks his teeth into her neck.
Stefan drags me into a nearby room and slams the door. "What was that?"
I shrug, smirking. "What was what?"
Stefan strides over to me, breathe rushing across my face. "You know what," he growls.
I look up at Stefan. "Enlighten me, it seems to have slipped my mind."

"My old man is a tough man but
He's got a soul as sweet as blood red jam
And he shows me, he knows me
Every inch of my tar black soul
He doesn't mind I have a flat broke down life
In fact he says he thinks it's why he might like about me
Admires me, the way I roll like a Rolling Stone."

Stefan growls, pushing me against the wall. His lips instantly against my throat. Hands gripping my hips. I know there's going to be bruises in the morning but I don't care, not right now. "Don't. Do. That. Again," he mumbles against my neck.
"Are you jealous?" I murmur. "Do I have that effect on you?"
His lips stop on my collar bone, breath skimming my skin. "Yes," he growls.
"But you flirted with the shop assistant..." I run a hand up his back, pulling on his hair. "It's your own fault."
Stefan stands up straighter. His jaw is tensed. I guess that's what happens when you make someone jealous... "Of all the people you start to flirt with, it's Kol?" Stefan glares down at me, nostrils flaring. His hands again grab my hips, tighter. His legs parting mine. My dress rips at the sides. "Y/N, flirting with Kol was the worst idea you've ever had."
"Oh really?" I whisper. I reach down and undo his belt, kissing his jawline. "What makes you think I care?"
Stefan's body presses against mine, his bulge digging into my thigh. "You will." The tension in the air tells me I'm not going to be able to walk very well tomorrow.

"Likes to watch me in the glass room, bathroom, Chateau Marmont
Slippin' on my red dress, puttin' on my makeup
Glass film, perfume, cognac, lilac
Fumes, says it feels like heaven to him."

"You're mine Y/N, maybe you need a reminder," Stefan growls in my ear before his hands are down under my dress. He rubs me through my pants - a quick, relentless pace. He keeps going, his other hand reaching up and undoing his tie. His hair is a mess now, veins ever so slightly present under his eyes. Stefan rips away my panties, his thumb dominating my clit whilst two of his fingers enter me. I grind on his fingers, groaning. He never slows down even when I reach down and squeeze his bulge. I'm close now, my stomach muscles clenching.

"Light of his life, fire of his loins
Keep me forever, tell me you own me
Light of your life, fire of your loins
Tell me you own me, give me them coins."

"S-Stefan," I moan.
His fingers disappear and silk touches my wrists. He puts my hands over my head, tying them together. He hooks the tie onto the picture above us so I can't touch him. "Don't move."
I nod as he sets my legs down, watching as he drops his trousers and pants. But he doesn't move to fuck me. Instead he kneels down and pulls my legs apart.
I look down at him, hair falling into my eyes.
He smirks up at me. "You're mine, so I'll have my way with you." Stefan layers kisses up the insides of thighs, his hands rubbing up the back of them. He grips my arse cheeks, pulling me to his mouth. The tie holding my hands up resists as I try to move them. His tongue teases my folds with his tongue before he hits my clit. I moan again, pulling on the tie.

"And I'm off to the races, cases of Bacardi chasers
Chasin' me all over town 'cause he knows I'm wasted,
Facin' time again on Rikers Island and I won't get out
Because I'm crazy baby, I need you to come here and save me
I'm your little scarlet, starlet, singin' in the garden
Kiss me on my open mouth."

Again I'm close. And Stefan pulls away. He stands, hands gripping my cheeks. He kisses me softly on the lips. I join in, relishing in how his lips fit against mine. I open my mouth, his tongue slipping down my throat. The party is all but forgotten, as well as Kol.
Stefan sets his forehead against mine. His fingers are inside me again, thumb rubbing my clit. I moan again, my release close already from being teased. "Stefan, please," I beg.
"I'm waiting for an apology and maybe then I'll let you come," he growls, lips on my neck. He sucks and nips at my skin, forming a hickey. His fingers curl inside me, hitting my g-spot. But I don't come. One more...
"I'm sorry, Stefan," I snap.
Stefan's hand leaves me. "Nicely now."
"I'm sorry, okay, I'm sorry. Now please fuck me," I groan, grinding against his hips.

"Yo I'm off to the races, laces
Leather on my waist is tight and I am fallin' down
I can see your face is shameless, Cipriani's basement
Love you but I'm going down
God I'm so crazy, baby, I'm sorry that I'm misbehaving
I'm your little harlot, starlet, Queen of Coney Island
Raising hell all over town
Sorry 'bout it."

Stefan nods, smirking. He thrusts into me, hard. I groan, hands helpless above me. His hands are all over my body, squeezing and stroking. I want to touch him but I can't. Each thrust slams me into the wall, the sound of our skin slapping against each other echoing in the room.

"My old man is a thief and I'm gonna stay and pray with him till the end
But I trust in the decision of the Lord to watch over us
Take him when he may, if he may
I'm not afraid to say that I'd die without him
Who else is gonna put up with me this way?
I need you, I breathe you, I'd never leave you
They would rue the day I was alone without you
You're lyin' with your gold chain on, cigar hangin' from your lips
I said "Hun' you never looked so beautiful as you do now, my man."

Sweat drips down Stefan's forehead as he goes faster, his hands settling on my hips now. His finger tips are indented into my skin. I groan as he holds my hips higher, repeatedly hitting my g-spot.

"And we're off to the races, places
Ready, set, the gate is down and now we're goin' in
To Las Vegas chaos, Casino Oasis, honey it is time to spin
Boy you're so crazy, baby, I love you forever not maybe
You are my one true love, you are my one true love."

"S-Stefan," I warn, my stomach fluttering.
"I know," Stefan grunts, thrusting into me faster.
I scream his name, my orgasm finally hitting me. I dig my nails into the palms of my hands as I ride out my orgasm on Stefan's cock.
He grunts once again before he twitches inside me, coming. All I can see is his eyes. All I can smell is the forest, his smell. All I can taste is him, metallic and warm.

"You are my one true love."

We're both panting, skin sticky. Stefan slides out of me, his eyes heavy lidded.
"I'm sorry too," Stefan whispers, holding my cheeks again and kissing my softly. "It will always be you, you know that right?"
I nod, pulling on the tie again. "Please?"
Stefan nods too, smiling as he reaches up to untie me.
"Well, well would you look at this?"
Stefan freezes.
I look over his shoulder. Kol waltzes through the room, grabbing a bottle of wine. "Fucking in the wine cellar because you were both jealous. And the tie, very fifty shades-esque. I'm afraid everyone heard you upstairs. Not very original I must admit." Kol's eyes drink in my body. "And trust me I know all about being Original, darling. And Stefan, those arse cheeks are to die for."
Stefan growls, not turning around. Oh dear...