Wet Dreams

I can tell you a pro, but baby be gentle 

‘Cause

 I ain’t never did this before, no

and I ain’t never did this before, no.

Vampires, witches, werewolves, hybrids, things had gotten so complicated and in such a short time. Their lives had always been connected peripherally, but now being among one of the few who knew about the supernatural they interacted regularly and got to know each other more than they ever did in 11 years of childhood in just this last year.

Klaus, the original hybrid who was a threat to everything they knew and loved, was finally dead and they all celebrated with a party that had end a half an hour ago and now it was just the who gang gathered up in the Salvatores living room post party basking in the glow of finally feeling safe, or as safe as on could feel with Damon still around, but still for now there were no threats just a bunch of teenagers drunk after a house party.

“Tyler, truth or dare?” Caroline said walking in with a open new bottle of champagne taking a swig from it.

“What are we? In high school?”

“Yes! Finally we’re just high school students for the first time in what feels like forever. Just answer the question Tyler.”

“Fine, truth.”

“Lame.”

“I’m playing the game, you don’t get to criticize my choice.”

“Fine, let me think of a good question.” Caroline looked around at everyone the room and tried to think about what question would yield the best results. When she eyed Bonnie she knew exactly what to ask. “Who was your first?”

Tyler sighed. Damon rolled his eyes at the juvenile question, Stefan looked disinterested, Bonnie rolled her eyes knowing where this was going and Jeremy just looked bored.

Elena snoredt. “Are you sure he even remembers?”

“He should. You never forget your first. Isn’t that right Damon?”

“You got me there blondie.”

“See, so Tyler should remember his first, if the man-whore over there can.”

“Why are you asking a question you already know the answer to Caroline?”

“Because I don’t, I know who you’ve slept with but I don’t know who was the first.”

Tyler rolled his eyes and conceded. “Bonnie.”

“What?” The three girls said simultaneously.

“I told you, you knew the answer.”

“I knew you were Bonnie’s first but I didn’t know she was yours.”

“It was eight grade who else would I have slept with?”

“I don’t know, Vicki?”

“Hey,” Matt chimed in.

“Don’t act surprised.”

“She was still my sister.”

“I know I’m sorry.”

“Wait a minute, you slept with Tyler,” Jeremy said outraged.

“You slept with Vicki,” Bonnie pointed out.

“Yeah, but I didn’t lie about it.”

“And I didn’t lie about this.”

“But you never told me.”

“When would I have told you?”

“Alright, calm down both of you. If you must argue please take it outside where I don’t have to listen to this high school shit,” Damon rudely interrupted.

Tyler looked at Caroline. “You happy now,” he said pointedly to her enjoying himself way too much. Caroline scoffed.


That was the end of their post celebration. Truth or dare had effectively killed the mood and everyone either went to bed or home. It was late and Bonnie was in the kitchen sitting at the counter enjoy the ice cream straight out of the tub.

Tyler walked in. “Hey.”

“Hi,” she said tentatively.

“Hungry too?” he said with a smile.

“What gave it away?”

He didn’t answer her. He raided the cupboards and fridge to find them both sparsely populated. He settled on a bowl of cereal and plopped down next to her.

“So…crazy night.”

“Yeah.” Silence fell between them—the only noise heard was their eating sounds.

“So why did you act like you didn’t know you were my first?”

Bonnie paused mid scoop, “I wasn’t acting.”

“You had to have known I was just as awkward as you.”

“I wasn’t awkward!”

Tyler laughed loudly and Bonnie soon joined. It was a bold face lie and they both knew it.

“Tyler, do even remember what you were like back then?”

“Vaguely.”

“You were arrogant.”

“Don’t spare my feelings or anything?”

“It’s true. You were arrogant and you liked to talk. There were enough rumors going around that I seriously considered someone else because I thought you had herpes or something. And then after you were just as arrogant, so what was I supposed to think?”

Silence fell on them again and they focused on their food. Bonnie decided she was full and put the ice cream back. She was about to leave to the guest room with Jeremy when his words stopped her.

“You know I have to make it up to you right?”

“What?”

“I have to make it up to you.”

“Why do you have to make it up to me.”

“Because I was horrible and I can’t have you thinking I’m bad at sex.”

They both laughed.

“I’m sure you’ve improved since then.”

“But you won’t know until I show you. It won’t be tonight, or the night after that but eventually I will show you I can be better.”

“Good night Tyler.”


Three Years Ago

Looking back on it, Bonnie can say losing her virginity at 14 wasn’t the best idea. She didn’t particularly regret it, but she definitely wasn’t proud of it. Don’t get her wrong, sex can be a beautiful thing, a fun thing, a pleasurable thing, but it definitely wasn’t any of those things when she was 14 and all she could think about was beating Caroline and Elena at something.

Caroline was the first to have a boyfriend, followed by Elena, and then her. Elena was the first to get boobs, followed by Caroline, and then her. Caroline was the first to get her period, followed by Elena, and then her which she quickly realized was a blessing, but still, she was tired of feeling like the late bloomer, so she decided that she was going to be the first to have sex.

It took less effort than she expected it to, getting a boy to sleep with her. She knew she wasn’t ugly by any means, but she wasn’t a smooth talker, and lucky for her Tyler Lockwood didn’t need her to be anything other than direct. All it took was for her to come up to him at one of his infamous parties and say “want to have sex” for him to disown all his friends and take her up to his room.

It didn’t take him long to attack her mouth and roughly grab her boob quickly rushing them over to his king sized bed. Tyler was excited to have sex with any girl let alone Bonnie. She was the prettiest girl in their year, but also the most reserved, so he had no idea when an opportunity like this would arise again. 

He disengaged himself when they reached the end of the bed.

“Should we take off our clothes?” he asked nervously hoping she didn’t back out.

“Um…yeah, sure. And put this on.” She handed him a condom from her pocket. She came prepared.

When they were both completely naked they moved underneath the sheets of his bed with him on top. He looked down at her with an overly excited grin. He had a naked girl underneath him, that had never happened before.

“Can I…can I go in now?”

“Yeah,” she said plainly.

“Alright, brace yourself.”

I am. She thought to herself. From what she heard from others she knew that it was going to hurt, and it did. There was a lot of resistance from her nether region, but that didn’t stop Tyler, he just kept pushing and pushing until he was a far as he could go. Bonnie tried deep breaths but it was too much pain that she had to stop him.

“You want me to get out?” he asked with his voice quaking.

Bonnie shook her head. The thought of him moving even just to get out seemed like it would be just too painful so she had him stay still with his dick inside her.

Though he felt bad that she wasn’t enjoying it as much as he was that didn’t stop the amazing feeling. He tried not to move but his hips went on autopilot moving in and out of her slowly. Bonnie’s face scrunched in pain. He wanted to hold out, tried to hold out until it could get good for her, but the sensation was too good that his hips involuntarily jerked as he released his load in the condom.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he hissed. When his sense came back to him embarrassment filled him as he slowly pulled out and rolled over onto his back. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright.” And she meant it. Though she expected more she was kind of glad he finished, she didn’t know how much longer she could take the pain. Plus she wasn’t expecting it to be perfect, just something to get out of the way and now it was gone. She sat up and motioned to leave.

“You don’t have to go. We could try again this time better.”

She gave him a sympathetic smile. “It’s alright Ty, besides you have a party get back to.” And with that she got dressed and left him to his embarrassment.

When she told Caroline and Elena they were speechless. Sex, while was something they both had thought about, was uncharted territory for them that they both feared. Very few people in their grade had actually had sex and most of it was rumors. So when Bonnie told them both in a very flippant tone that she had sex they were completely dumbfounded.

First, it was Bonnie, they didn’t know how to explain it but she just didn’t do things like that. She was very reserved and careful how she planned things out. Second, she didn’t have a boyfriend, not that they knew of, so they had no idea who she was supposed to have had sex with. And lastly, they were curious about what it was like, especially Elena. Her and Matt had been dating since sixth grade and she felt that they were ready for the next step, but she was too scared to go through with it.

They flooded her with questions which she gladly answered. First question being who.

“TYLER!” they said in unison. He was the oldest boy in their class and though it wasn’t true in the slightest to them that made him the most mature. Bonnie didn’t just pick Tyler randomly, he raised her popularity and was one of the biggest gossips in school so he had already told everyone in school by now. Caroline had heard it through the grapevine but didn’t believe until Bonnie spoke the words herself.

They asked for details but because not much had actually happened she embellished a bit (a lot). Given all the lying she did with the details she wondered why she bothered to go through with it at all, but she guessed that it was for her own peace of mind. It was her goal to make herself feel better, not brag to everyone, and the moment she realized that the better she felt about lying. The real story was for her and only her, well, only her and Tyler. It was a moment they shared which they would remember for the rest of their lives.

The Witch and the Werewolf

I swear to you I won’t stop until your legs are shaking and the neighbors know my name.”

The full moon was a charged time for both werewolf and witches alike. For witches it was a time to seek the truth and for werewolves it was the time when their true selves would be revealed.

Neither Bonnie nor Tyler saw the connection until the blood moon they crossed paths.

Tyler knew without a doubt that Bonnie was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever come across. There was always something so ethereal about her that he couldn’t help but look. However, he knew he could never go there with her. He didn’t want to screw things up between them in the only way that he could screw them up. He knew he had anger issues, that he was a jerk and an entitled douche, and that that would only taint the most beauty he had ever come across.

But his wolf didn’t care. From the moment he triggered his wolf he had to restrain himself. Mate, mate, mate. Mine, mine, mine, would run through his head like a mantra. But she wasn’t his, she didn’t want him, and he wasn’t that guy anymore and his wolf needed to learn that. He was in control, or he was until the night of the blood moon. 


She needed answers. She felt so alone, so needed but with no idea what to do. She didn’t want her friends to die, but she also didn’t want to help them cause more destruction. It was times like these she wished her Grams was still alive, but she wasn’t that’s why she was here in her backyard during the blood moon casting a spell that would hopefully clear everything up and give her the answers she needed. 


He thought he could make it in time. Chain himself up in the cellar but he got distracted. He knew the smell and he knew he needed to avoid it, and he thought he was until he followed the scent all the way to an empty yard–empty, except for Bonnie in a nightgown hovering over what looked to be a bunch of leaves on fire. She was in deep concentration reciting words in a language he didn’t understand. She looked beautiful while doing magic and he didn’t want her to stop, but she did. She looked disappointed like she was expecting more, but then she saw him and her disappointment turned to confusion.

“Tyler?" 

 He doesn’t answer back instead he stepped closer to her making himself visible in the red moonlight. 

 "What are you doing out here?” Questions flooded her mind, but the one that stuck out the most—her safety. It was the night of the lunar eclipse, but still, a full moon and she didn’t want to be ripped to shreds. 

“I don’t know. Something drew me here.” He walked to her until they were a few inches apart. 

 She took a deep breath and looked up at him. “Something…” She trailed off, their closeness getting to her. 

“Yeah, something,” he said robotically mesmerized by her eyes. He trailed his finger along her face gently. She got lost in the feeling. 

 The wind picked up blowing a cold breeze between them and broke her out of her trance. She stepped back from him. “We can’t,” she shouted.

“Why not?” His trance had not broken. 

 "Because I don’t want to get hurt,“ she said stoically. 

 That broke it. "I would never hurt you." 

She turned her head away from him. "Bonnie look at me,” He demanded gently as he closed the distance between them again. He cupped her face and looked into her eyes. “I would never hurt you, ever." 

 She gets sucked in again and she doesn’t know why. All logic and reason were telling her to run, but her intuition was saying stay. She leaned forward on her tippy toes to kiss him. He closed the distance immediately lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around him.

The moment his lips touched hers she felt a rush of arousal flood her body. It was a very unfamiliar feeling that her mind did not know what to do with so she let her body take over. Her body seemed to know exactly what to do–which stroke to take with her tongue, how to move her hips to elicit the best feeling, but mostly how to let go–of all the fear and all the worry–her body and mind were with Tyler and only Tyler. 

He walked them over to the old willow tree in her yard. Her back stung when the bark scraped her back, but she didn’t care because Tyler latched his mouth to her nipple through the fabric of her nightgown. She responded with a loud moan but that didn’t compare to the growls coming from Tyler. He sounded so feral which wasn’t a word she’d ever thought she’d associate with sexy but it did. He was wild, untamed and taking it out on her in the best way possible. Her hips doubled their effort to get to that sweet end but were stilled by Tyler’s hands.

“Stop,” he rasped out, mostly to himself. She looked at him annoyed with their sudden halt. 

“Do you he even want this?” he said in strained.

“Of course,” she said moving to kiss her but he turned his head away.

“Really, do you want this.” He needed to know. He wasn’t sure who was in control right now and he needed to at least know one thing–that she wanted it, really.

“Tyler, if I didn’t want this I would have set your ass on fire the moment you got into my personal space. Now less talking, more kissing.” She pulled his face to hers and he gladly resumes their activities.  

The feeling of her body against his was amazing–every little thing almost set him off. He was usually always horny around this time of the month but it had never reached this level. He knew it was her–she was the reason he felt like this–she always had that power. 

He bunched up her nightgown and rubbed his hand over her underwear. He felt the wetness through them and pushed them to the side. He started slowly–he wanted to drag it out before He took over. He lightly brushed her clit and she jolted scraping her back against the bark. He moved his hand in nice, small consentient circles just how she liked. Her head fell back letting him take over just enjoying what he was giving her, but she knew if he didn’t move things along soon she was going to take over for him. 

His hands and hips got more persistent pushing them both farther onto the tree. His fingers were penetrating with his thumb continuing the circles. His face was buried in her neck sucking her pulse. For a moment she thought he was going to bite her and if he did she wouldn’t care one iota–it was adding to the pleasure. She felt tiny contractions in her pussy–murmurs before the orgasm could completely take over. When it did all she could hear was Tyler growling into her ear dropping her legs and sliding his face down her body nipping along the way. 

When his mouth latched on to her clit it was almost too much, but instead of pushing him away she grabbed onto his hair and pushed him further into her pussy. 

She smelled delicious and tasted even better–like she was his. He slowly licked his way to her hole and lavished that with attention before making his way back to her clit. He replaced his tongue with his fingers and curled them stimulating her g-spot. He spelled the word “mine” with his tongue and when he finished with the “e” she came suffocating him between her legs. When her grip loosened he pulled her to the ground and flipped her over so that she was on her hands an knees riping open her panties splitting them in half. He pulled his basketball shorts down and rubbed his dick between her lips.

He bent over and whispered in her ear, “I swear to you I won’t stop until your legs are shaking and the neighbors know my name.” She moaned biting her lip. 

He thrust in her and a desperate, filthy noise left her mouth. Her pussy conformed to his dick and for the first time since he triggered his wolf, he felt like he was home. He pulled his hips back pulling almost completely out before he pushed back in, hard. She moaned his name.

He continued he slow strokes until his tolerance ended. He was fucking at her hard and fast making low, rough growls that were drowned out by her guttural moans. He felt so good in her–turning her body into jelly. It wasn’t long before he was fucking her into the ground with her ass in the air. Everything between them felt instinctual, he knew exactly what spots to hit, spots she didn’t know existed. When she came it hit her like a surprise and when he fucked her through her orgasm everything turned to 11. She blacked out and when she came to her was above her fucking her with her legs on his shoulders.

 "Mine, oh fuck mine.” He became animalistic as his eyes turned lupine, his teeth went sharp, and his nails grew thick and long. His eyes were yellow–he couldn’t see it, but he knew, he was going to have to cut this short but he couldn’t leave the pleasure of her womb.

Mate, mate, mate, mine, mine, mine, mine. The mantra was in his head. He knew he was going to cum.

“I going to cum,” he said labored trying to control himself. Bonnie’s only response was a moan.

Her eyes were closed and he could tell she was somewhere else getting lost in their pleasure. He dropped one leg from his shoulder took her face in his hand. “Look at me,” he said more aggressively than he intended. 

She opened her eyes and when she saw the yellow her mind and body were once again warring. Her mind knew that wasn’t good, that at any moment he could rip her into pieces but her body trusted him, encouraged her to go with it by bucking her hips into him. She pulled him into a rough passionate kiss and her mind was at ease.

 Tyler broke from her, “I need you to say it.” His control was quickly slipping.

“Say what?”

“That you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she said without hesitation. “I’m all yours.” 

 He let go. 

He thrust in her a few more times and bit down on the juncture between her neck and shoulder, hard, before he pushed himself as deep as he could go and came.

She screamed not in pain but pleasure. Every nerve in her body was on overdrive flooded with pleasure. It was the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced and it just kept going. His bite triggered something in her that she never wanted to stop, but it did and when she got her senses back she wasn’t disappointed. Tyler, in his near wolf form, was looking at her a way no man had ever and it brought her comfort that she had long been deprived of.

She was his. From that moment on he knew he would be there for her whenever she needed him, protect her from all danger, but most of all, protect her from herself. He sealed his silent promise with a kiss.