#dom!klaus

[klausysworld]

Hey! Can I request some mean dom klaus with teasing and cockwarming?

She knew better

Klaus let out a low chuckle as he felt his girls face pressed between his thighs, nuzzling at his crotch like a desperate little slut. He could feel his cock pressing against his jeans, the warmth of her breath going through the material until it heated the tip of his eagerly awaiting dick. But still Klaus only stroked her hair knowingly, his fingers scratching at her scalp every now and then as he watched her drool on his lap.

“Poor baby” he mocked with a pout “so needy” he murmured, stroking her cheek and encouraging her to lick at the rough fabric so that his cock could just about feel the delicate sensation. Her whines only pleased him more as he felt her desperation rise, fuelling his ego and pride even more.

Klaus loved how she would beg, how she would submit and behave for him. So easy to control and command.

He had been listening to her sweet lips plead for his cock for what he could only assume to be hours as the day grew older. Her arousal was beyond obvious, he could smell it with his senses and hear the wetness when she would move as her pretty pussy wept for him.

Her face had been nudging at his pants for ages, desperate whimpers for him to let her at least see it, touch and taste. And yet for some reason which she could never understand, he denied her. Purely for his own cruel fantasies, watching her suffer and beg. Of course Klaus knew that eventually he’d let her have it, he’d probably fuck her until she couldn’t stay conscious and even then she wouldn’t want him to stop. He was obsessed with how desperate she was for him all the time, loved him like to other and let him treat her like a fuck doll? What was she a love-struck demon? Certainly no angel with a needy cunt like hers.

“Please” she cried, pressing her open mouth to his crotch, her teeth grazing along his thigh, along his cock causing a sharp shiver through his body. Her eyes looked up at him, begging him silently. His fingers gripped her hair tightly, pulling her face out from between his legs making her whine.

“Shut up, love” he mumbled, pushing her back down onto her knees as he tore the button off his jeans and finally pushed them down. As expected her hands quickly helped drag them down his legs to his ankles so she could get between them. The action made him chuckle and his hand grabbed her face when she went to nuzzle it against his boxers. “Easy sweetheart” he teased as he pulled himself out of his briefs.

“Bloody hell” he breathed, stroking his pulsing, dripping cock. He let go of her face, watching her moan immediately and shove her face forward, her mouth straight onto his shaft. He breathed in heavily as her saliva coated him effectively, her tongue lapping and lips sucking as much as she could all at once. Klaus let his head lean back against his chair, much like a King in his throne. A faithful servant between his legs.

His hands gripped her hair and the arm of his chair for dear life as she tried to suck his soul through his dick. The sound of her hot little throat struggling to keep him in only turned him on more as she forced her head up and down him. His fingers twisted in her hair, tangling in it and pulling it painfully but she just couldn’t care less.

Within minutes his hips were moving, fast and harsh as he shoved himself down her throat over and over. He could feel the warm tears fall down her face and onto him while her hands caressed at his balls and her mouth made a mixture of blurry noises between her chokes and gags.

A mixture of his hips snapping up and her head being shoved down resulted in thick spurts of warmth spilling down her welcoming throat as she swallowed over and over. Klaus groaned loudly, still bobbing her head back and forward with his hands caging her face. His eyes closed for a second as he listened to her gulp his cum down as though it were her first drink in days.

Once she had licked up every last drop he pulled her off of him. An instant whine left her and he patted her cheek with a hum. “Let me see” he whispered lowly. She spread her thighs at the command, lifting her dress up so he could see her bare pussy. Her thighs were slick in her arousal and he smirked at the sight. “Oh dear” he murmured, a soft chuckle leaving his lips making her whimper.

He moved his hands under her arms and lifted her with ease into his lap, her open thighs allowed her to easily straddle him. Her soaked cunt pressed against his solid cock which was still wet from her mouth. His hands slid round to her back and found the zip at the top of her dress. It was a sweet dress she had purposefully put on to tease him, a seemingly innocent dress but by now they both knew better.

Regardless of what it was supposed to represent, he pulled it from her frame and tossed it to the floor with a sigh. She let out a breathy “yes” as her skin rose with goosebumps and his warm hands slid down her arms as he vibrated with a hum.

Her eyes stayed on his hooded ones as he looked down at her. His hands moved to her breasts, giving them a firm squeeze to hear her little moan of slight satisfaction. Klaus could feel her cunt pulse against his cock and slid his hands back round to her back. His lips began to upturn into a small smile as he let his hand smack her ass harshly. He felt his body jolt and a short cry left her as she knocked forward. He slapped her again making her press her knees against the edges of the seat either side of his thighs.

He smiled when she lifted herself and grabbed her hips tightly, her hands moved on instinct to grab his shoulders as he shoved her back down but this time onto his cock. A loud moan left her and she immediately went to bounce on top of him but he didn’t let go of her hips and kept her down.

Her eyes lifted to meet his in confusion, he only looked back at her with an amused twinkle. “Klaus” she whimpered and he hummed knowingly “please” she begged.

“Please what?” He teased

“Fuck me” she whined and he chuckled

“Later” he promised but she only looked offended making him resist the urge to laugh

“Now” she complained

“No” he answered simply and her brows furrowed

“Why not?”

“Because what I say goes” he answered without hesitation and she fell quiet. He raised a brow “doesn’t it?” He pressed and after a beat she nodded with a sigh.

“Yes” she whispered and he smirked.

“Good girl” he praised. “Now come here” he gestured her close and she obediently leaned against his chest. Her naked front pressed to his clothed one and his hands stroked her back with a hum. Her face moved to hide in his neck, breathing his scent which only made her wetter.

He could feel her trying to subtly grind herself against him, he made sure to put a stop to that as his hand bet her ass in another abrupt slap. A yelp left her and her nails dug into his shoulders through his henley. “What did I say?” He growled and she whimpered submissively.

“Mm sorry” she mumbled, pressing her nose to his skin. He gave another smack but a little lighter, enjoyed how her body would flinch and her pussy would tighten. She sniffled softly as she wrapped her arms around his neck and closed her eyes. She tried her best to settle herself and just appreciated the fullness of his cock inside her. Her ass stung and her body was trembling in desperation but she didn’t move this time. She knew better.

He rubbed his hand up and down her spine slowly, spreading a trail of warmth across her skin. Both hands moved down to her thighs, caressing them tenderly and feeling her tight little pussy squeeze him needily in response as his fingers brushed closer to her core.

Her teeth sunk into her lip when she felt one of his fingers stroke at her clit. Her tummy twisted pleasantly and her awareness of his dick inside her seemed to heighten. His throat vibrated with a hum against her cheek as he circled her sensitive little button. Her breathing staggered as he began to rub her slowly.

“Don’t make a sound” he whispered, a smirk on his face. She nodded obediently, her hands curled into his henley and held on tightly. Meanwhile his fingers played between her legs, flicking, stroking, rubbing relentlessly. Her breathing was a mess, tears slipped down her face and onto his shoulder whilst she struggled. Both her tongue and lip were bleeding from how harshly she bit into it to keep her desperate noises at bay like he said to and he could feel her nails imprinting his skin.

It took every ounce of will to not grind against him as he used a second finger to play with her little bud of nerves. She could feel his cock leak inside her as he began to move his fingers against her at an inhuman speed. He knew she wouldn’t be able to handle the friction and a pleased, amused grin spread across his face at the loud cry she let out, her hands clinging to him for near life as her his jumped to get away from the harsh touch.

“I thought you wanted to play” he whispered gravelly and she whimpered, her eyes watery with desperation.

“Play nice” she whined and he let out a laugh

“I don’t play nice sweetheart, and I don’t play fair” he told her as his hand moved to grab her chin, pulling her face away from his neck to look at her. He wiped away the little tear under her eye and looked to the blood that pooled on her lips. Without hesitation he leaned down and slid his tongue across it, letting out a groan as her blood tickled his taste buds. Her mouth opened and he wrapped his tongue around hers like he knew she needed.

The soft moan she released at the way her cunt squeezed him was enough conformation. He wrapped his hand round her throat as his mouth dominated hers. His other moved down to her waist, wrapping his whole arm around it and pulling her as close as he could. He could feel her walls grip his cock tightly as he did so, he knew she’d lose it soon.

And he was right.

Once his fingers were toying with her poor clit while his lips moved from her mouth to her throat and his cock twitched inside her, she was fully crying. Sniffles and gasps sounding from her as little tears scattered down her cheeks so matter how much she tried to wipe them. His fingers moved to their own rhythm, sometimes painfully fast and other times it was torturously slow. His hips always still. No matter how many pleas she sobbed for him to fuck her, he wouldn’t give her even one thrust.

She mumbled and moaned into his chest, her hands trembling as she held onto his shirt so tightly that her nails went through it and into her own palms. Her lower belly felt like it was ready to explode but Klaus wouldn’t let it.

“Nik please” she gasped and he hummed

“But I’m having fun” he murmured, kissing her neck before pulling away and resting his chin on top her head. “Are you having fun my love?” He asked and she nodded her head, then shook her head and making him chuckle. “Sweet girl” he purred and she cried.

He leaned forward, squishing her against him and grabbed his jeans from the ground and pulled them up. She frowned and wiped her eyes “what…” she whispered as he put them on but didn’t do them up, keeping her on his cock.

“Everyone’s getting home sweetheart, I don’t want them all knowing how you’ve soaked my thighs now do I?” He muttered, kissing her forehead “Now don’t move, be good and I’ll fuck you silly before bed” he whispered, pulling her dress over her head and adjusting the skirt so nobody could tell she didn’t have any panties on or, more importantly, that he was inside her. She let out a disappointed and frustrated huff and he smirked.

“Good girl” he uttered with a wet kiss to her cheek as his family began to filter in and he told them that she was tired and had a headache. He could feel her angry glare on his face when he stroked her hair but it didn’t stop the smile on his face from growing. His hand had to cover his face to stop himself from laughing when her pussy clenched and she would give a muffled “I hate you”

It was a long day and at the end of it, he gave her a cruel smile, kissed her cheek and told her he was too tired.

She slept with him still inside her, just waiting for morning to arise so she could finally have her reward. After all she knew better than to rush it.

[aklaustaleteller]

We'll Meet Again, Beloved

Klaus is in trouble again and his lover, who is soon to become the goddess that the wolves would get to worship, comes to his rescue, again. And it's painful to come with the knowledge that she's always leaving in the end. But at last, this'd be the last time she'd ever have to leave.

Warnings - mentions of blood and inflicted pain. Word Count - 1.8k

This is actually a rewritten version of this fic that I'd posted in 2021! I'm quite proud to say that I think it's much better than it had originally been, so I hope you like it as well! I'd be rewriting a couple more fics before I post the new work I've written, so yay! Enjoy <3

Fury burned Klaus’ eyes with such extreme rage that they began to shine a golden ring inside, the one that made it look like there was a solar eclipse inside his once beautifully green orbs. Aguish encapsulated all of his bones as if he were turning into his wolf form, his blood beginning to boil inside him and pour out of the corners of his mouth that had twisted into a dangerous snarl.

“You’re a monster!” The witch shouted at him, blood slipping out her own nose as she threw hateful insults at him, her voice growing louder in order to maintain the effect of the spell as she herself grew weaker by spending her magic such carelessly. 

Her hands shook and yet she kept them faced towards Klaus, who kneeled due to the force, writhing in pain in front of her, screaming at her the death threats that she knew weren’t empty. Her eyes clenched shut as she yelled, her voice shaking similarly to Klaus’ hands that he held his head with. 

“Stop it!” Klaus shouted at her, denying himself from crouching in the agonising pain that she’d been inflicting on him for so long that she’d fallen to her knees as well. Klaus knew that she knew were she to fail this attempt of ending him, she won’t live to even see him get off his knees – seeing as she refused to back down despite the fact that she might end herself with him. 

His body shook as if he’d been given wolfsbane and his forearms dug further deep into the ground. 

Looking up at her with her death flashing in his eyes, Klaus screamed at her once again. “Stop this or I will make sure your death is as painful as I can make it!” 

He raised his arm in order to reach her, noticing the indent he had caused in the soil as he struggled to raise his head. And in that moment he decided that this would be the very place he would leave her dead for the animals to feast upon. 

“Stop,” Klaus growled as her magic finally began to weaken, losing its grip on him as the witch lay on the ground, chanting the spell with as much power as her wilting body could muster up.

“Burn in hell,” the witch dared to stop herself and grit her teeth at him, now muttering the spell under her breath. She shut her eyes to stop herself from witnessing the smirk on Klaus’ mouth that was curling to show his sharp canines that would be tearing her apart into shreds. 

“And where, little witch, do you think he’s come from, then?” A soft voice mumbled tauntingly, causing Klaus to lift his gaze up from the witch’s trembling body to look at the woman leaning over her, whispering something under her breath that stopped the witch’s heart and tore it to pieces inside her chest – Klaus could hear that, or perhaps, he was persuaded to hear that.

The pain coursing through his body stopped and he felt his insides healing within a matter of seconds as he stood up from the ground, covered in blood and dirt. Still, he managed to smile graciously at the woman.

She wasn’t just any woman, no. She was a child to the gods, soon to become one herself as her turning year turned into the turning month, creeping up on her faster than she’d anticipated becoming Y/n, a goddess for all the wolves to worship. 

“My one and only,” she smiled back at him, a smile that could kill and bring one back from death’s hand itself. Her head lulled to the side as she looked at him adoringly, her soft plush lips calling out to him to come to her. Her hair flying behind her, making her seem all the more mystical and alluring than she already was. 

From where her hands had been hanging beside her, she offered them for Klaus to hold. Following his gaze to her right hand, she noticed some blood smeared on it and a corner of her mouth lifted. She shifted her weight on her right leg, freeing her left leg to relax a little. 

Which then made Klaus’ attention to catch on the bottom of her dress. It seemed as if it had been scraped and torn, the tearing marks seeming sharp, almost ready to dagger whatever lay beneath. The skirt flowed with the wind, allowing Klaus to see dirt crawling up her legs, telling him that there’d again been a struggle when she’d tried to come to him. 

“It was the god that the Vampires worship. He put up a rather annoying tantrum and tried to stop me from coming to you, my love,” she shrugged, complaining innocently and answering his question before he’d even asked it, all at once.  “You know I had to,” she grinned, a little cunningly. 

And then, her ears caught up with his ragged breathing. “Go,” she whispered, watching Klaus turn in front of her as she rid him of the pain he would’ve felt had she not been here.  

And as Klaus ran off into the woods, hunting down all that came in his way from camping humans to newly turned vampires looking to feed themselves, Y/n stood near the witch’s body and shut her eyes, trying to catch a word with the Witch’s god. He, who was already rather annoyed that another one of his had died because of defying the one rule he’d set. 

“I told you, anyone who’d hurt him would die,” Y/n muttered under her breath.

“I apologise, dear Y/n. I’ll make sure this doesn’t happen again” he sighed, and he must’ve opened his eyes because the connection had seemingly broken. 

So she opened her eyes, looking at the neverending sky, full of stars that witnessed such evil too frequently for her comfort.

This hadn’t been the first time she’d helped Klaus, nor was it the first time a tear had slipped out of her eyes because of the restrictions that prevented her from confessing to him until she’d turned herself into a goddess, a trap that had been set by the gods themselves – they’d known her yearn to be a human and walk the Earth and yet, they’d put up the condition over her so she’d turn, a trap. And she was willing to step into it just so that she’d never have to leave Klaus again. And she was going to, soon. 

She’d coffessed such to him before, which was the reason that he mostly tried to stay away from her – to prevent inflicting pain on her already beaten heart. To wait until she could safely be his, without her heart breaking into a million pieces over the reminder that it was going to take a long time before she could let herself fold in his arms. 

Wiping the lone tear, she sat up focusing her attention on his movement to see if he was going to come back anytime soon. She waited for him, for her favourite wolf, to come and ask her to turn him back so that he could touch her with just as much vulnerability as she did him.

Her mind lulled her to think about his state when he’d return. His soft shiny fur would be wet with blood and sweat, paws as soft as feathers after running at the speed of light, ears flopped down in search of comfort and searching for her heartbeat. She jerked a little when she heard twigs breaking and leaving rustling, crunching and crushing under his paws as he neared her. His nose sniffing and his fur brushing against trees. 

She moves to catch sight of him, instead feeling his paw on her back. She turned to take him in her arms, to lay back with him on top of her, so that his heart would calm down listening to hers. But when she did do that, instead of putting his head in the crook of her neck, Klaus looked into her eyes – searching them for something while the one thing Y/n saw in his eyes was a raw seek for comfort.

Showing him all the love that he needed to be reassured, she felt as he melted in her arms right then and there. His snout reached her exposed neck while he remained lying on top of her with his head on her chest, looking up at her with the truest loving eyes. 

But then she felt a tear slip down her skin and she brought her hands to scratch his fur, holding him a little closer. “It’s alright, little wolf. You’ll be alright,” she whispered. “You’re in safe hands, lay to rest for a little,” she assured him, knowing that all his senses must be heightened right now. 

Tears collected on the rim of her eyes as she thought of the times she almost lost him, lost her grasp on him because of the very consequences of his own actions, had witnessed him crying to himself because of the number of times he had been betrayed. But she blinked them away when she heard him purr lightly, coming to the realisation that he was safe and in her arms, and that was all that mattered in the moment. 

He got off of her when the moon began to hide away behind drifting clouds, making her sit up as well. 

“Let’s get you back to your disguise, shall we, little wolf?” She asked him, a whisper of her soft giggle following behind. 

Klaus wagged his tail twice, indicating that he was indeed ready. He felt his heart swell with love when she ruffled his fur while moving to stand up, scratching behind his ear a couple times before asking him to follow her. 

Coming to halt under direct moonlight, she closed her eyes before mumbling a spell, so softly that even Klaus would have taken that as the mere sound of wind during nightfall. He kept looking at her until a tear slipped past her shut eyes, which made him look down and brush up against her feet for the last time, for a long while. 

When he looked up again, she’d already been gazing at him. Leaning down, she pressed a kiss between his eyes and walked back a couple steps. 

“We’ll meet again soon, beloved,” Y/n whispered, another tear escaping her eyes as a gust of wind carried her away with it, leaving no trace of her other than the tingling beneath Klaus’ skin. 

Klaus looked up at the sky then and swore to her that he’d be waiting for her right here the next time she’d come down to meet him, to finally let herself go in his arms. And his eyes glossed over as he felt another gush of wind, this time changing him from his wolf form, and back to his hybrid physique. 

[infictionalwonderland]

hi, can you do headcanons about klaus mikaelson being your sugar daddy?

pairing: klaus mikaelson x sugar baby reader

warnings: lots of talk of money & finances, swearing, some sub/dom dynamics, talk of body and body image

you need not lift a finger cuz thy lover will provide 😜😜😜

kidding but im also not

you are so privileged.

every fucking thing that you want is given to you within a literal blink of an eye

& all you have to do is simply pout prettily and ask your extremely hot sugar daddy

(he’ll always agree, he can never say no to you)

you the newest everything and even your friends and family are decked out in any designer things they want

‘can i—‘ YES YES YES YOU CAN ANYTHING. is klaus attitude to you.

(he pussy whipped)

the only thing he straight up refused to was getting you botox or plastic surgery

you tried to ask once and he immediately shut you down

“y/n, love, no. you are by far the most exquisite person whom i have ever come across, now, why would you want to change such perfection, hm?”

“you know how i loathe to deny you anything but i will not assist you in ridding the world of the true beauty you bring to it”

but clothing, jewellery etc.. there is not a single no in site

in fact he even suggests a lot of the shit he buys for you

“mmm, what do you think about this necklace, love? i think your pretty little neck needs some charms to keep it company, don’t you?”

“this dress would look ravishing on you, my darling”

and despite this power dynamic of him being ‘in charge’ of your finances and luxuries, you’re the one who’s truly in charge

(and you both know it)

something that always gives you a rush and klaus will forever deny till the day he dies was that one time in the lingerie shop…

he came to the changing rooms with you, suffering in his arousal as he give tight lipped compliments to every piece of lingerie you tried on. only wishing to get his hands on you.

after all the trying on (must’ve been at least 12 sets) you said you didn’t think you were getting any of them

& to your utter shock and his utter shame the hybrid had scrambled into his knees in front of you, being still clad in the last set, and had literally begged you to buy them

and then begged you to touch him

you’d walked out of the lingerie shop, a splitting grin on your face with a blushing original hybrid trailing behind you with bags in hand and a lingerie sized dent in his card

best day ever

some part of him just sparks in delight with you wear the clothes he buys for you (which is most of your closet) bc ur his and wearing the clothes he bought you

and wearing the hickeys that he gave you on your neck

in conclusion, being klaus sugar baby is the existence that we all want

lucky bitch xoxo

[sexygrass]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬. | NCT

synopsis: When Samantha goes back to her hometown to collect the necessary ingredients to break a curse placed on her. only to meet the person who she witnessed him dying over and over for the past 10 centuries due to another curse - a soulmate curse -. many things happen, new feelings bloom and many die. death looms around her, but would she, the villainess find her once epic love at last? would she finally breaks the curse and cut the damn loop and have her happy ending or would she fail in saving him from her and her family's history?

genre: smut, supernatural AU, soulmate au, vampires au, werewolf au, Sub/Dom dynamics, angst, mention of traumas, mention of torture, deaths of some characters, and blood, explicit language, fluff, mature content, sadism, lots of killing, and many plot twists.

A/N: this book is inspired by the series of 

<The Vampire Diaries and The Originals.>

cast:

Guide to the Werewolves' Abilities and Weaknesses:

Guide to the Vampires' Abilities and Weaknesses:

Guide to The Originals' Abilities and Weaknesses:

Guide to The Hybrids' Abilities and Weaknesses:

1|2 |3 |4 |5 |6| 7|8 | 9 | 10

[toutallyahoe]

Loud ~ Klaus (Supa Strikas)

requested by: –

dedicated to: certain horny fuckers, you know who you whores are <3

pairing(s): klaus von jurgen ulf gutentag x male reader

warnings: dacryphilia, praise kink, mentions of slight overstimulation, mentions of wanting to tie and gag a loud whore up, horny dumb football boi, shitty german that i plop in from google translate lol

a/n: i love me some horny dumb football bois so much uwu

btw yes i am alive but whoo boi mental stability? who she, never know her. only horny helps to keep the sadness at bay lol

"Bitte [Name], hör auf, mich zu ärgern!" Klaus squealed, nails digging deep onto [Name]'s skin. A choked outcry left his lips as Klaus then dragged his nails down on [Name]'s back, earning a pained groan from the other from his actions. Klaus wanted to apologize for hurting [Name] but was too busy taking in all the pleasure given to him.

"Darling, I haven't had the slightest idea what you're saying," [Name] says, amused as he watched Klaus writhe underneath him. A smile on his lips as he adores the way Klaus just looked absolutely cute all flustered and shaking in pleasure. It was honestly breathtaking.

The way Klaus' pale skin is littered with multiple red splotches that will no doubt turn into darker shades of red to a purple hue because he wanted Klaus to remember this moment for days. How it'll be hard for Klaus to hide the multiple hickeys and bite marks all over his pale skin, especially on Klaus' chest and neck as those were the blond's most sensitive parts aside from his inner thighs that were also littered with marks. The way Klaus' body was just underneath him, looking all pretty and absolutely so easy to ruin.

It was honestly a beautiful sight to see.

[Name] was reveling at Klaus being underneath him, moaning and squealing like it was their first time all over again when they found a hotel to make up for missing each other's touches.

How long had it been since they were this close again? Where do they actually spend time to adore each other and not look longingly at their phones to read each other's texts with promises to keep safe or whisper sweet and loving words about how they love or miss each other in calls late at night? [Name] doesn't know the accuracy of the time but what he does know was that it had been such a long time. Months since their last outing of them just being alone and spend time together from how busy they are from their work.

It was hard to spend time away from each other. Klaus was a clingy lover and [Name] would be lying if he says he wasn't either, especially since this was actually his first relationship in a very long time. It was hard to date when you're famous after all.

All the bash towards him or more importantly, to his significant other from straight-up obsessed fans who want to have him stay single to be "free" in the dating market. Trolls who want to see him suffer because he was "privileged." And even news networks who want to cause some drama for views— it was disheartening. So [Name] cherishes his relationship with Klaus with all his heart, he was absolutely smitten with the goofy and sweet German after all, but sacrifices must be made.

Klaus was a football player. A famous one even if Klaus was known to be the "super-sub." The blond was always busy practicing for his matches and it doesn't help that Klaus was a player in one of the super league's greatest teams, Supa Strikas. Klaus was always busy with training to do better and traveling away for his games.

And [Name] wasn't any different either. He was an actor, a damn good one at that and he was always busy with acting and doing shots on the movies he was in. Not to mention he also does modeling on the side. He and Klaus barely see each other from how busy their schedule was.

So, it wasn't surprising when the two realized they were in the same area that they decided to at least see each other after so long. A plan to meet in between [Name]'s rest day before continuing on filming and Klaus managing to convince Coach to let him sightsee and buy a souvenir in the disguise of buying them for his aunt Helda. Of course, Klaus does plan to buy souvenirs for his aunt, and his team was also permitted to enjoy and sightsee as a treat from how hard they were working. But Kalus was more focused upon seeing his partner again.

Again, Klaus was a clingy person and with recently reading about the rumors of [Name]'s supposed "relationship" with his co-star in the recent romantic comedy he was filming in Teen Gossip Magazine, Klaus needs to make sure it was all just rumors. Klaus knows [Name] loves him to death, but sometimes he gets self-conscious of himself. It doesn't help they barely see each other from their schedules.

It wasn't a surprise when they met up again, Klaus immediately jumped into [Name]'s arms and tell how much he misses the man. Soft cries of his worries and woes about the rumors or just the overall affection starved Klaus was. It wasn't a surprise when [Name] wasted no time to comfort the man in his arms and took him in a room he booked to get away from prying eyes.

The sweet comforts of [Name] saying he only has Klaus in his eyes or the soft and passionate kisses that lead to them acting out on their longing for each other. It didn't take long for sweet kisses and gentle touches to change to their clothes on the floor or Klaus gripping the sheets tightly as [Name] shushes him from how loud the German was.

Klaus would just randomly start a conversation and never end as he gushes about series he was obsessed with or things he recently learned. Klaus was absolutely talkative and loud but [Name] noticed that Klaus would seem to grow more louder everyday time they have their time alone with each other.

"Bitte [Name]!" Klaus whined snapping [Name] out from his stupor. Klaus could feel his face flushed as looked up, tears in his eyes as he pouted at [Name]. Absolutely getting [Name]'s attention with his pretty expression. "S... stop teasing me!"

"Aw, I'm sorry darling," [Name] cooed as he chuckled at Klaus' pouting face. The cute little whines and cries leaving Klaus' red and bruised lips were music to his ears. God, Klaus was always a loud person, [Name] knows that and he doesn't doubt Klaus' teammates know that either. How many times has he had been at the end of Klaus talking his ear off on random topics again? Too many times to count really.

Klaus was a loud person, absolutely loud. But [Name] knows he can make Klaus go more louder.

"Fuck!" [Name] let out a groan as he sunk his cock fully into Klaus from behind. Enjoying the warm heat of Klaus' walls around his cock as [Name] immediately clamped a hand over his lover's mouth as Klaus let out outcries. Knowing the volume of Klaus' cries can be and [Name] doesn't know if the walls of the hotel room would muffle the blond at all. Even if these walls were a foot thick, he doesn't doubt Klaus' cries can be heard through even soundproofing walls.

"Jesus, Klaus! Would you pipe down?" [Name] hissed lowly into the blond's ear, not minding how Klaus shuddered from his tone or his warm breath hitting the blond's pale skin.

"I should have put a gag on you like last time," [Name] commented, wistfully wishing he had brought some toys to help him out on ruining his precious lover, especially a ball gag to shut Klaus up. [Name] had to bite back a groan when remembering Klaus' erotic and drooling face on one of their sessions. Klaus would look so pretty drooling all over a ball gag on his lips while looking fucked out. Maybe next time...

"Keep quiet, doll," [Name] commanded. "Or else everyone can hear you being such a whore, alright?" His words only seemed to encourage Klaus, who eagerly bucked his hips backward forcefully with a muffled wail, drawing a deep groan from [Name] in turn.

"Fuck," [Name] cursed as he felt Klaus squeeze his cock from him going deeper inside. [Name] hesitantly removed his hand away from Klaus' lips. Hissing from Klaus letting out more loud cries and moans but [Name] focused more on thrusting fast and hard to Klaus.

"You're so loud," [Name] mused underneath his breath. To make his point, he slammed hard onto Klaus who let out a loud squeal. "So loud, doll," [Name] said, placing a kiss on Klaus' lips to temporarily shut his lover up before they'll get noise complaints.

"Would you... keep quiet?" [Name] hissed into the blond's ear as he panted. [Name] still kept his pace steady, never ceasing the rhythmic roll of his hips into Klaus' ass though which made it harder for Klaus to follow his commands.

"[Name]!" Klaus whined through his nose when he felt two thick fingers enter his mouth and push down on his tongue. [Name] adjusted himself to arch over the smaller man, pressing his chest against Kalus' back to whisper into his ear.

"Oh god— bitte gib mir mehr!" Klaus gasped, almost sobbing in sheer pleasure. Klaus clutched the bed sheets tightly as another wrecked sob left his lips. [Name] growled as he reached back around to clasp Klaus' bottom jaw between his thumb and forefinger.

"Good boy," [Name] praised as Klaus felt the tip of his cock brush against the bedsheets. A gasp escaped his lips as Klaus let a muffled moan at the friction, eagerly bucking his hips and rutting onto the sheets for more simulation on his red and aching cock. Klaus incoherently whined [Name]'s fingers and [Name] hesitated for a second as he slowly pull his fingers from Klaus' mouth, a string of saliva still connected to blond's red and bruised lips. "What was that, sweetheart?"

"Bitte," Klaus pleaded, arching back in a vain attempt to make [Name] press himself deeper inside him, wanting for [Name] to move more and just use him. God, he felt so dirty but Klaus needed [Name] so much. "[Name]!" He cried out again, tears falling in his eyes as a broken sob left his lips. "Bitte berühre mich! Bitte— please, touch me! Use me, bitte!"

"Keep that sinful mouth of yours busy, doll," [Name] whispered as Klaus moaned again, albeit much quieter and muffled. Klaus had lapped his tongue around [Name] large fingers before sucking on them eagerly. [Name] shifted a bit to press Klaus further into the mattress with a low grunt leaving his lips.

[Name] chuckled as he softly kissed Klaus' cheek. Deciding to be nice for his cute little boyfriend, [Name] reached around to take Klaus' cock in his hand, his fingers still coated with the blond's own saliva and using it and the precum from Klaus as lube for him to be easier to jerk off his cock. Klaus inhaled sharply as [Name] gave his cock a few pumps, swirling his thumb over the head to smear the bead of precum that had collected at the tip.

"Oh god! Scheiße— don't fucking stop!" Klaus cried as he let out another whorish moan, thankfully muffled as he managed to press his face into a pillow, finally trying to keep himself quiet which made his lover internally pout he can't see his wrecked face.

"Oh my," [Name] took a moment to admire the state Klaus was in and couldn't help but relish the beauty in front of him. Even if he can't fully see his boyfriend's face, [Name] still see Klaus' body shaking and the way the blond's hole sucking his cock greedily. God, Klaus looks so pretty taking his cock so well.

"God, darling... if you could look at yourself," [Name] started as he pressed his body further close into Klaus, causing the blond to let out a gasp from [Name]'s cock pushed further inside him. "You look so... so fucking... beautiful... but also a fucking whore," [Name] moaned as Klaus clenched tightly on him. [Name] heard Klaus moan into the mattress and smiled to himself. Of course, his sweet and innocent lover had to get off on both praise and scolding. "Do you like being a whore, Klaus?"

"Ja! Ja, ja— please! I'm y... you're whore!" Klaus moaned loudly, not even caring if his voice can be heard through the hallways of the hotel they were in. "Please, please, p-please!" Klaus continued on and [Name] was way past caring if anyone heard them at this point. He can't stop Klaus from being a loud whore, the complaints can be damned.

 "God, you drive me crazy, doll," [Name] breath out as he gripped on Klaus' hips tightened. His nails dug deep into the pale skin as a groan left his lips from Klaus moaning out to him. Admiring Klaus who laid beautifully on the mattress, absolutely expose and just taking him well.

"Oh, how I missed you beside me. Being near and just in my arms, love," [Name] said as he leaned down and placed a kiss on Klaus' lips. The kiss was sweet and soft, filled with longing and love that Klaus teared up, not from the pleasure anymore but with just feeling love and adored.

"That's it doll, cum for me. Cum for me, Klaus," [Name] urged the blond. And with a few more shallow thrusts, Klaus did what he was told.

"Ich... ich liebe dich," Klaus softly murmured as they parted from the kiss, a smile on his lips. "Ich liebe dich so sehr!" Klaus had said and [Name] didn't need to know German to know the blond had told him how he loved him. God, Klaus was so sweet and cute.

"[Name]... bitte, I'm so close," Klaus whined, tears falling from the pleasure and overstimulation. The rhythm of [Name]'s thrusts became more erratic upon hearing his words as the both of them neared the edge. "[Name], bitte. Fick mich bitte— bitte!" Klaus started begging in his native language but [Name] understood enough to know what the blond wanted.

Neither [Name] nor Klaus moved for a full minute as they tried to catch their breath until [Name] let out a long, satisfied sigh. Taking his cock out, a whine left Klaus' lips which made him gently pat the blond's thighs as he then collapsed onto his back beside Klaus.

Klaus tiredly moved closer towards him, wrapping an arm around [Name]'s chest as he let out a cute giggle when [Name] turned his head and pressed a soft kiss on his nose. A smile on his lips as he kissed [Name]'s neck as [Name] wrapped his own arm around Klaus, pulling the blond closer as they relished in each other hold.

"[Name]!" Klaus cried out his lover's name as he came. [Name] followed Klaus not long after as Klaus tensed and clenched tightly around his cock, the blond unconsciously sucking his cock as [Name] shoved himself deeper inside Klaus as he came.

"Oh god," Klaus let out a moan, shuddering as he felt himself getting full. Klaus breathes heavily as his grip on the bed sheets loosened a bit as relief spread throughout his tired body. God, he missed this. The feeling of stuffed and full. How whole he was with [Name]'s cock inside him. And honestly, Klaus missed just being with [Name].

"Ich liebe dich..."

[bella-jade-books]

Klaus’s Pet

Summary: Klaus x Reader

Warnings: dirty language, choking, punishment, torture, little bit of everything

This is a very emotionally heavy scene. Fair warning.

Chapter Five

Elena sits in a chair compelled. She holds a knife in her right hand, about 2 feet above her leg.

"Again." I say

She brings the knife down, the blade sinking deep into her flesh. She cries out in pain. I smirk.

"Why are you doing this?" She asks

"Elena I pride myself on not spilling innocent blood. And you are far from innocent. Do it again."

"Are you going to just torture me forever?" She asks

"No love. I'm here to kill you. I just want you to suffer first."

"Why? What did I ever do to you? I've never even met you."

"True but you attempted to murder someone I love and tonight you'll be paying for that. With your life."

A bell chimes, signaling that someone has opened the door.

"Get out. We're closed." I snap without looking to see who it is.

"Now what do you think you're doing Lorelei?" A voice asks from behind me

I whip around and mere inches away from me is Klaus.

"What you won't. Elena hold the knife up to your neck." I say

Klaus grabs me by the throat.

"Break the compulsion. Now." He commands in a low voice

"No." I reply defiantly

His grip tightens.

"Release her."

I glare at him and he tightens his grip again, staring at me in a cold calculating way as I struggle for air.

I hold my hands up in surrender and he releases me.

I rub my neck, shooting him a glare and turn to Elena.

"You are free to go." I tell her

She drops the knife and Klaus points to her.

"Heal her." He commands

I roll my eyes, grab an empty glass and bite my hand, pouring the blood into the cup and hand it to her.

Klaus turns to me.

"Leave. Now."

I open my mouth to interject but he steps closer.

"I won't tell you again."

I take off at vamp speed.

Klaus POV:

Lorelei disappears. Elena turns to me.

"What if she tried to come after me again?"

"I can handle Lorelei."

She waits a moment then continues.

"What's the deal with you two?"

I chuckle.

"She didn't tell you?" I ask

Elena shakes her head.

Imagine that.

"Well long story short, Lorelei was a pure soul. Triggered her curse protecting a child. The pack she belonged to didn't agree with her ways. Our paths crossed in Georgia and we've been together since." I explain as I think back to all those years ago.

She waits a moment, taking the information in then continues.

“What is she to you though? A girlfriend?”

"She's my pet Elena. She serves me in whatever way I command of her."

"Willingly?"

"That's how a BDSM relationship works love. She gets freedom to be wild and I reign her in when I need to. Exhibit A." I say gesturing around us

"Why did she come after me in the first place?" Elena asks

"Rebekah gave her information regarding our previous experiences with one another which set Lorelei off and brought her here, searching for blood."

"And..if she had killed me?"

"She'd regret it."

I turn and walk out of the bar searching for my enraged pet.

I find her pacing near a bench a few miles away.

"What is your problem?" She growls

"Excuse me?"

"She tried to murder all of you and you let her live?" She demands angrily

"It's complicated love." I say

"Yeah that's exactly what your sister said. But why?"

I gesture towards the bench.

"Sit."

"No Nik I don't want to sit down. Tell me what's really going on!"

"Sit down Lorelei." I command

She sits down reluctantly.

I take a deep breath and explain as best I can the history. It's a long story. She doesn't speak a word, letting me explain it all and when I'm done she just sits in silence for a few minutes.

"Wow." She says

"Like I had said. Complicated."

"And you and Stefan are friends? After all that?"

"Sort of."

She waits for a long moment and I know what she's about to ask, even if she doesn't want to.

"What about Caroline?"

"She made her intentions clear. That doesn't matter anymore love. I'm with you. It was a long time ago."

She nods.

“I’m sorry for all this. I just got so angry from what Rebekah had said and-” She trails off

“Everything is different when you transition from a werewolf to a hybrid love and sometimes not for the better. There is pros but also quite a few cons and one of them is that your emotions are hightened. Everything affects you more. Sadness is suffocating, happiness is a high and anger, well that can drive us to do something drastic.” I say

“You all make it seem so easy to deal with.” She says

I stroke her hair gently.

“I’ve had more than 1,000 years to come to terms with being what I am. Hayley has been a hybrid for nearly a decade. You’ll get used to it too love. All it takes is time.”

Tears fall from her cheeks and she wipes them away, hoping I don’t see.

This conversation is bringing up a time she’d rather forget and it’s not going to get easier.

I waited too long to have this talk with her. I need to have it now. I wasted too much time.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you transitioned.” I say

“It’s not your fault. I took on the Alpha of my old pack because what he believed in was twisted and wrong and it wasn’t going to change. I triggered my curse 5 years ago fighting for what I believe in and I never regretted it. We all learned from a young age what taking a life what do.

But the fact that afterwards we had to take more lives just to be a part of the pack was messed up. Those people were our friends, our family. That was his solution because there was so many of us.

He believed that only the strong and the ruthless were worthy. I took off to handle it because it was my fight. I just didn’t expect the others to poison me beforehand. I don’t regret killing him, because now they are all free, with Emma as their leader.”

I stroke her hair gently.

“I’ve had more than 1,000 years to come to terms with being what I am. Hayley has been a hybrid for nearly a decade. You’ll get used to it too love. All it takes is time.”

Tears fall from her cheeks and she wipes them away, hoping I don’t see.

This conversation is bringing up a time she’d rather forget and it’s not going to get easier.

I waited too long to have this talk with her. I need to have it now. I wasted too much time.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you transitioned.” I say

“It’s not your fault. I took on the Alpha of my old pack because what he believed in was twisted and wrong and it wasn’t going to change. I triggered my curse 5 years ago fighting for what I believe in and I never regretted it. We all learned from a young age what taking a life what do.

But the fact that afterwards we had to take more lives just to be a part of the pack was messed up. Those people were our friends, our family. That was his solution because there was so many of us. He believed that only the strong and the ruthless were worthy.

I took off to handle it because it was my fight. I just didn’t expect the others to poison me beforehand. I don’t regret killing him, because now they are all free, with Emma as their leader.”

Emma.

The girl she had saved.

She doesn’t discuss that time in her life. She was too broken when she had returned and ever since she’d been trying to come to grips with being a hybrid.

I had strongly suspected she had killed her pack’s old Alpha even though she’d never confirmed it until now. From what she had told me, he was heartless.

I had given her a vial of my blood just in case, knowing all too well she wouldn’t let me join her. We had fought each other about it for hours beforehand.

Freya found a way to break the sire bond when Lorelei had come back. When she had returned she was covered in blood.

Lorelei would’ve fought sooner but it took 5 years to find them. They kept moving from place to place, cloaked by witches.

After five years they finally settled, believing they were safe. They used the witches to hunt down people with werewolf heritage and kidnapped them and and continued the sick tradition.

Lorelei had heard about it from a werewolf who had also escaped and had Freya do a locator spell. It had worked and Lorelei left to hunt down her old Alpha.

“Maybe you should go see her.” I say

She looks at me confused.

“Emma.” I clarify

“Maybe. It’s hard to believe she’s 18 now.”

“You’re only 23.” I say

“Yeah because I don’t age anymore. God it’s hard to believe I was only 18 when I ran away.”

“You found a better life for yourself love. You helped them have a better life too.” I say

“Yeah.” She says

After a long moment, she breaks the silence.

“I’m ready to go home now.”

[lorenzlund]

“Grosses Wehrmachtsrudelsingen vor dem Dom”

“I wish you a very Christ Mess ... from the bottom of my hart”

“Morgen kommt der Wehrmachtsmann bringt euch viele Garben”

Alle sangen und schunkelten sie begeistert mit, sogar dann noch, als der Vorsänger sein Tempo deutlich erhöhte bei: Morgen kommt der Wehrmachtsmann.

“Und jetzt die Männer allein!!”

“Der Iran überlegt die eigenen Sittenwächter abzuschaffen” (die heutige Morgenpresse erneut) “... will aber weiter ein Auge darauf haben”.

“Ihr wollt’ die Wehrmacht dann bekommt ihr sie auch!!” (Werbeanzeige eines Kaufhauses)

*Weihnachtsmänner aus Schokolade, die Ladung Popo, der weltweite ‘Schwarze’ oder Farbige, die Ladung Schock (vom oder aus dem Po) : Chocolate

“Bergvagabunden sind wir ... wenn wir erklimmen sonnige Höhen ... in unseren Herzen brennt eine Sehnsucht ... die lässt uns nimmermehr in Ruh ... den Tod im Nacken ...”

“One Love WM-Armbinden” * Po? Neh!! never!! das auch Pony, Das Leben ist kein Ponyhof.  

[wholoveseggs]

Can you do a smut story about y/n teasing elijah at a party then later on it leads to elijah being dominant but also Sensual/passionate in bed

Whine

gif credit --- > @forbescaroline {this gif is so hotttt}

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

You make the mistake of testing Elijah's patience and he puts you in your place.

♡♡ Thanks for the request @ashloring & anon, I hope you don't mind that I combined the Ideas ♡♡

~I have so many requests {over 30!!!} so at this point I'm just going with whatever I fancy... thanks for understanding & don't hesitate to send me more {I love reading all of your ideas}~

5k words - Warnings: smut, soft? dom!elijah {the most dom i've written thus far}, tiny bit of choking, lilttlllee bit of squirting, mild bdsm, Elijah using his belt instead of his tie, jealousy, possessiveness, wasting wine...

Your boyfriend is a true gentleman, sweet and attentive, always putting your needs before his own, but as much as you tried, you couldn't get him to be rough with you in bed. You understood why, the trauma in his past made him afraid to hurt you. But you completely trusted him, so when he finally relented to your begging and he was only half as rough as you'd been wanting, still holding back, you knew you needed to do something.

There was a solution to this, one you had been considering for a long time. 

Make. Him. Snap.

The first step was to be a total tease while making sure his brothers could see, flaunt your body in front of them, make him jealous, that would set the fire burning in his veins.

The second step was to touch him in all the places that you know he's sensitive and push his boundaries. Turn him on until you break his perfect sense of control.

Third was to make him chase you, you'd run away and see how far he'd go to get you, then you'd let him catch you.

And tonight you were putting the plan into action.

The dress you chose was strategic, it was skin tight and black, with a scoop neckline, it ended at mid thigh. The dress itself would have looked modest if it weren't for the fact you weren't wearing any underwear or bra. Your ample breasts being held up by the tightness of the dress, your nipples poking through ever so slightly. The heels you were wearing were stiletto and made your legs look long and lean. Your makeup dark and smokey around your eyes, with a bright red lipstick to draw attention to your mouth. Your hair styled in big loose curls.

All in all you looked sinful, and you were about to go to war.

Klaus is the first to notice your attire, he pulled you in for a hug, a wholly uncharacteristic move, he then took a step back and looked you up and down, a smirk playing on his lips.

"My my my, aren't you a vision." He said, his voice was a low growl, his gaze lingered on your low neckline.

You grinned, you knew how this game was played, you'd had the practice.

"Thank you Klaus, I was hoping you would think so." You say, flashing him a flirty smile.

"So glad you could make it to my little party," He says, his hand on your waist pulling you closer to him, you could feel the warmth radiating off his body.

"Oh I don't think anything associated with you could be described as little," You tease, running a finger down his chest.

"Is that so?" He asks, his lips inches from your own, his voice is low and dangerous, but he still has a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Elijah was watching the entire exchange with pure rage, the way Klaus was touching you, the way you were touching him.

The worst part was that the two of you weren't even touching sexually, just small caresses to his chest and face and he was behaving as though he wanted to devour you whole.

He didn't know why you were acting this way, usually you were so polite, well mannered, respectful, but right now you weren’t behaving.

The fact that you were doing this in his family home was insulting, the fact that it was his brother whom you were behaving this way with was infuriating.

When you caught his eye and winked at him his stomach dropped, you were doing this on purpose.

Klaus saw the exchange between you and his brother and he grinned, he didn't mind being a pawn in your fantasy, the fact that you were willing to flirt so outrageously with him was an ego boost, not to mention the way it was making his brother furious.

So this is a game?

Well, Elijah never lost at a game, and he wasn't about to start now.

He turned his attention back to you and gave you a cheeky smile, "my brother doesn't crack easily, good luck, you're going to need it." He said, giving you a peck on the cheek.

You smiled back at him, "thank you, I'll remember that."

With that you turned on your heel and left Klaus' side, you walked right past Elijah, making sure your fingers trailed across his chest as you passed him.

He watched your ass as you walked away from him, then he noticed his brothers gaze lingering on the same area.

"Niklaus," He hissed.

"What?" Klaus asked, feigning innocence.

Elijah gave him a look that could melt the paint off the walls, which made Klaus laugh.

"Come on brother, can't you see she wants to play?" Klaus asked.

Elijah walked away before he was forced to resort to violence. As much as it infuriated him to see you behaving this way he had to admit that it was arousing, you looked so beautiful and he couldn't wait to show you exactly what he thought about that dress, but not yet.

Elijah had decided to play your game, he had been watching you all night, and every time you spoke or danced with another man, he felt his temper rising, the way other men touched you, looked at you, made his blood boil.

So he bided his time and waited, sitting down in the lounge with his siblings and observing you as you went from group to group, laughing and flirting, touching people and letting them touch you.

You took him by surprise when you approached him, sitting down next to him to talk to Rebekah.

Your proximity to him, and the way you casually rested your hand on his leg was very distracting, but he stayed calm, even though every time your hand would move an inch higher his heart rate would increase.

"Do you think Klaus would mind if I stole some wine from the cellar?" You asked Rebekah, eyeing Elijah in your periferie, a challenge in your voice.

"No, I'm sure he wouldn't," She answered, smiling.

"Wonderful, I'll be right back," You say, getting up and walking away, exaggerating the sway of your hips, knowing Elijah can't take his eyes off your ass.

He watched you disappear down the corridor, he knew exactly what you were doing. The stubborn part of him wanted to resist, but his body had other ideas.

He found you in the wine cellar, bending over, reaching for a bottle, the fabric of your dress stretched tight across your backside. He took a moment to admire the view, then he closed the door, the sound making you turn around.

"I was wondering how long it would take you." You said, smiling, placing the bottle of wine on the counter in the middle of the room.

He stalked towards you, his expression blank, his movements smooth, when he reached you he grabbed your chin and tilted your face up towards him.

"What exactly do you think you're doing?" He growled, his gaze raking over your body.

You widened your eyes, looking up at him and giving him the most innocent look you could manage, "I was just getting a bottle of wine," You say, the tone of your voice was soft, sweet, a stark contrast to the look in your eyes.

Elijah narrowed his eyes at you, a dark smirk on his face, he wasn't going to give you the satisfaction of falling for your game, not here anyway.

"Well then, I will leave you to it," He said, dropping his hand from your face, turning around and heading for the door.

"Elijah," You called after him, you hadn't expected him to turn you down, you had planned to have a lot more fun than this.

"Yes?" He replied, pausing in the doorway, looking at you expectantly.

You hopped up onto the counter, your dress riding up your thighs as you spread your legs. Exposing the most intimate part of yourself.

"Don't you want a taste?" You asked, the tone of your voice was low and suggestive, you bit your lip, a sly smile on your face.

"Of the wine?" He asked, the question was rhetorical, the answer was obvious, but he wasn't going to cave so easily.

You nodded.

"Why not, a glass would be lovely," He replied, walking back over to you and picking up the bottle of wine.

He uncorked it and poured two glasses, then he handed one to you, he stood between your legs, maintaining eye contact as he sipped the wine, giving you nothing but a cheeky grin.

You were shocked, and a little annoyed, this was not the reaction you were expecting. You put your glass down and touched his chest, looking at him with wide doe eyes.

"Are you not thirsty?" You ask, moving your hands lower, stopping when they reach his belt.

"Oh, I am," He replied, taking another sip.

You were determined to get a rise out of him, so you slowly slid your hands underneath his shirt, the muscles of his abdomen were hard, and the way he was looking at you made a fire ignite in your core.

"And are you not going to quench your thirst?" You asked, your tone was soft and sweet.

He sighed and set his glass down, taking hold of your wrists, pulling your hands away from him.

"That is enough." He growled.

He was still holding onto your wrists, the grip was firm, and the look in his eyes was hungry, a fire burning behind them.

You smirked at him, pleased with the reaction you were finally getting.

He stepped closer, his chest pressing against yours, his face was inches from your own.

"You think that you can beat me? You can't," He whispered.

His mouth was almost touching yours, the proximity of his body was driving you wild, his lips grazed your jaw, then he leaned in and licked the shell of your ear.

You were shaking with anticipation, the warmth of his breath on your skin was intoxicating, you were so turned on.

He took your legs and brought both feet up, planting them on the counter, spreading them apart.

Then he stepped back, his gaze lingered on your center.

"Look at you, so wet, so ready for me," He purred, running his hands up the inside of your thighs, stopping just short of where you wanted him to be.

You bit your lip, trying not to moan, his hands were warm and soft, and you couldn't wait for him to touch you.

You tried to bring your legs together but he held them open, his strength keeping you exposed, vulnerable, completely at his mercy.

He grinned, "oh no darling, you don't get to hide from me."

With one hand he reached up and pulled down your dress, revealing your breasts, they bounced slightly when he released them, his eyes darkened as he took them in.

"Stay just like this," He said, his voice low and dangerous, the look in his eyes was pure predatory lust, his pupils were dilated and his breathing was heavy.

You were frozen in place, your legs spread, your dress pulled down, your breasts on display. You watched him take a step back to get the full view, and he groaned at the sight.

He undid his belt, slowly pulling it through the loops, holding it in one hand as he stepped back in-between your legs.

You were starting to regret your plan, you had expected Elijah to react, but you didn't think he'd be so dominant, his control and self restraint were unshakeable, and the fact that he could hold himself back even now made you ache for him, desperate for his touch.

You didn't say anything, you couldn't, your mind was a fog of arousal, and you didn't trust yourself to speak. You just looked up at him, trying your best to not cave under his unrelenting eye contact.

He leaned forward, his lips ghosting over yours, his nose brushing against yours, his breath fanning your face.

"Is this what you wanted?" He asked, his tone was soft, but there was an edge to it.

You nodded, your breathing was labored, your heart was beating wildly in your chest.

"Say it," He commanded, his voice was harsh, and his gaze was piercing, boring into you.

"Elijah, please," You begged, the look on his face made you feel like you were losing control of the situation, and you couldn't help but comply.

"Please what?" He asked, his hand caressing your thigh.

"Please, fuck me," You breathed, you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, your whole body was aching for him, and you could feel how wet you were.

"So filthy," He tsked, "you have no idea what I'm going to do to that mouth."

The thought of Elijah fucking your mouth sent a jolt of arousal through you, the image of him using your throat while he looked down at you with those piercing eyes, made you whimper.

"Well? Get on your knees." He ordered, gesturing for you to move.

You did as he commanded, dropping to your knees and looking up at him expectantly, you could feel the wetness pooling in-between your thighs.

"What a good girl," He cooed, his hand stroking your cheek, the touch was soft, gentle.

"Take my cock out," He ordered, his voice calm and controlled.

You reached up and unzipped his trousers, he was wearing black boxers underneath, the bulge in them was prominent.

You hooked your fingers into the waistband and pulled them down, his erection sprang free, and you took a moment to admire him before taking him in your hand, your thumb gliding over the head, smearing precum over the tip.

He closed his eyes, and you saw a shudder go through him, he let out a soft groan and his hands went to your hair.

You opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around him, his cock was warm and thick, and you couldn't help but moan as you started to bob your head.

You hollowed out your cheeks, using your tongue to swirl around the tip, you were taking him all the way down, your lips touching the base of his shaft.

"That's it," He groaned, his hand on the back of your head, holding you in place.

You sucked and swirled, licking the underside of his cock, the taste of him was intoxicating, and the feeling of him in your mouth was exhilarating, knowing that it was you who made him feel this way.

His breathing was ragged, his grip on your hair tightened, and his hips started thrusting, forcing his cock further down your throat, his balls slapping against your chin.

You let out a soft hum, the vibrations making him moan, his eyes squeezed shut. You knew he was close, his breathing was ragged, his thighs were trembling, and his moans were growing louder.

You pulled off of him with a pop, you had to tease him a little bit, he wasn't the only one who could be controlling.

He was panting, his cock throbbing, aching to be inside of you. He opened his eyes, they were full of hunger and lust.

And that's when you knew you won.

He grabbed your arm, pulling you up, his fingers digging into your skin, it was painful, but you liked it. He pushed you back against the counter, his mouth on yours, his hands all over your body.

You couldn't believe the effect you were having on him, his kisses were hot and passionate, his hands roaming over your body, his teeth biting your neck.

You were lost in the feeling of him, his touch, his kisses, the heat of his body pressed against yours. He roughly turned you around, wrapping his belt around your wrists, his breath tickling your neck.

He pulled the skirt of your dress up, exposing your ass, the cool air making you shiver, he was so close, and his hands were so warm, you couldn't help but moan as he caressed you, squeezing the cheeks, his nails digging into the flesh.

He then turned you back around, his eyes raking over your body, his gaze stopping at your breasts, his expression was one of desire, and something else, something darker, something dangerous.

He lifted you up, and sat you down on the counter, his fingers trailing over your collarbone, his thumb brushing over your exposed nipples.

"These have been teasing me all night," He growled, pinching one of them.

You gasped, arching your back, pressing your chest against him, wanting more.

He kissed you again, his tongue plunging into your mouth, exploring every inch of it, his hand on the back of your neck, the other gripping your hip.

You were so caught up in the kiss that you didn't notice him reach behind you, grabbing a bottle of wine and uncorking it.

He pulled back and grinned at you, a mischievous gleam in his eye.

"Elijah, what are you doing?" You asked, looking at him suspiciously.

"Oh darling, I'm just going to have some wine." He said innocently.

Your eyes widened and you shook your head, "no, Elijah, don't."

But it was too late, he poured a little down your chest, the cold wine making you shiver, and the sight of it flowing over your breasts was incredibly erotic.

His mouth followed the trail of the wine, his tongue licking and sucking every inch of skin, the feeling of his tongue on you made you moan, his lips and teeth working their magic.

He then moved to your nipple, licking the wine off, his tongue swirling around the peak, his teeth gently nipping at it, sending sparks of pleasure through you.

You were a moaning mess, the sensation of him lapping up the wine and sucking on your nipple was so intense, your breathing was heavy, and you were squirming in strong hold.

He took the other breast in his hand, massaging it, rolling the nipple between his fingers, the stimulation was driving you crazy, and you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

"Elijah, please, I need you," You moaned, the pressure in your core was almost unbearable.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" He asked, a smirk on his face.

You glared at him, he was enjoying this, making you beg, his ego getting bigger by the second.

"I said, I need you." You repeated, emphasizing the words, hoping he would take pity on you.

He chuckled, "and why should I give you what you want?"

"Because, if you don't, I'll go find someone else," You challenged, giving him the most serious look you could muster.

His hand went to your throat, his grip was gentle and his eyes twinkled in amusement. He knew you would never do such a thing, and you knew it too.

"Oh really? Who would that be? Niklaus? Rebekah? Kol perhaps?" He asked, his tone mocking, and his smile growing wider.

You bit your lip, knowing you were beaten, but you had to try, he was being such a bastard, and the last thing you wanted to do was cave.

"No, but maybe I'll just go back to the party and find someone else," You countered, your voice steady, but your resolve was starting to crumble.

His other hand crept up your thigh, his fingers slowly grazing your center, the light touch was maddening.

"Is that so?" He purred, his fingers brushing over your clit, making you gasp.

You didn't reply, your eyes closing, you could feel him leaning down, his breath hot on your ear, "do you want to know what I would do to you if I found you with someone else?" He growled, his voice low and seductive.

His fingers were now circling your entrance, and his teeth were scraping over your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

"Elijah, please," You whined, your breathing heavy, your hands pulling desperately on the restraints.

"Answer the question," He commanded, his hand squeezing your neck.

You gasped, the pressure from his fingers was just enough to be pleasurable, and you could feel your resolve crumbling.

"Yes, tell me," You breathed.

He hummed, his mouth sucking a spot on your neck, the pleasure from the contact was sending shockwaves through your body.

"I would rip out his heart and feed it to him," He whispered, his lips moving against the shell of your ear.

His words were sending a rush of excitement through you, his possessiveness was incredibly sexy, and the idea of him going so far as to kill for you was so fucking hot.

His fingers finally entered you, sliding into your dripping cunt, the stretch was delicious, and the fullness made you moan.

"Here is what's going to happen," He began, his tone serious, "if you aren't in my bed, naked, in three minutes, I'm going to assume that you decided to be a brat and find someone else to fuck. Is that understood?"

You nodded, his fingers curled inside of you, hitting a spot that made your vision go white.

"Say it," He ordered, his hand tightening around your neck, the pressure was almost enough to make you black out.

"I- I understand," You gasped, your body starting to tremble.

In one swift motion he pulled away and freed you from your restraints. You were still coming down from your high, breathing heavily, watching him fix his clothes.

"Well?" He asked, his voice full of authority, "you only have two minutes and thirty seconds left," he smirked.

You hopped off the counter, and smoothed down your dress, not caring about the fact that there were streaks of wine down your chest.

You made your way back towards the ballroom, not even glancing back at him. You were trying your best to act inconspicuous, but you had very little time and the compound was big.

You half ran, half walked towards the staircase, careful not to draw any attention. When you reached the top of the stairs you were panting, you knew you only had a minute left.

You hurried to his room, throwing open the door, and rushing inside, not even bothering to turn on the lights.

You quickly removed your dress and climbed on the bed, the cool sheets a welcome sensation. You laid on your back, staring up at the ceiling, the anticipation was killing you, and the thought of what he was going to do to you was making you ache with need. You weren't surprised that he bested you, he was a Mikaelson after all, and they never failed to live up to their reputation.

Your breath hitched when you heard the door open, you knew it was him, and the sound of his footsteps echoed in the silence.

"My my, look at you," He murmured, his voice smooth as silk.

He approached the bed, his eyes roaming over your body, "so beautiful, so perfect."

You bit your lip, his words were so sincere, and his tone was so tender, you couldn't help but melt a little.

He undressed himself, taking his time, his eyes never leaving yours. The moonlight was shining through the window, casting an ethereal glow on his skin, highlighting his muscles.

He was breathtaking, his body was perfect, lean and strong, every inch of him was pure masculinity, and the sight of him naked, standing at the foot of the bed, his cock erect and throbbing, was enough to make your mouth water.

He climbed onto the bed, hovering over you, his eyes boring into yours. You felt so small under his intense gaze, his pupils were blown, and his breathing was ragged.

His mouth descended on yours, his kiss was soft and gentle, his lips moving slowly, tasting and savoring. You pulled a bit on his hair, wanting more, and he complied, his kiss deepening, his tongue exploring your mouth.

His hand wandered between your legs, pushing two fingers inside you, his palm pressed against your clit. He moved his arm up and down, hitting your g-spot with each motion. Your legs began to shake, and your body arched into his, the feeling was amazing, you clung to his arm, nails digging into his skin. He increased his speed, wetness pooling around his fingers, the sounds of his hand inside of you were lewd and obscene.

"Eli- wait" you gasped, on the verge of exploding, your hips bucking wildly, your nails raking over his back, drawing blood.

"Are you going to cum for me?" He growled, his fingers moving faster, his hand pressing harder against your clit.

"Yes, fuck, Elijah, yes," You cried, his name a mantra on your lips.

"Good girl," He cooed, his lips pressed against your ear.

His words sent you over the edge, and your orgasm hit you hard, your vision going white, your body convulsing.

Your walls clenched around his fingers, the feeling was unbelievably intense, and his arm continued to pump inside of you as you gushed all over his hand. He chuckled as you coated his fingers and sheets, clearly pleased with himself.

You were trembling, breathing heavily, and your eyes were still squeezed shut.

"You made a mess of my bed," He said, his voice full of amusement.

"Fuck you," You breathed, your chest heaving, "I hate you so much right now."

He grabbed your hips and pulled you underneath him, his hard cock rubbing against your pussy.

"Is that so?" He mused, his lips grazing your neck.

You pushed on his chest, trying to create some distance between you, but he just grabbed your arms and pinned you down, grinding his cock against you.

"Eli-," You breathed, squirming beneath him, his grip on your wrists tightening.

He hummed, easing himself into you, filling you up with one swift thrust, his cock stretching you, the burn was delicious. You moaned, your walls clenching around him, his hips were flush against yours, and the fullness was overwhelming.

He began to pound into you, his pace so relentless that you were pushed further up the bed with each thrust, the headboard banging against the wall, the sound was echoing throughout the room.

"Where are you going?" He teased, his voice full of lust and mischief as he grabbed your hips and pulled you back underneath him, the new angle allowing him to penetrate deeper.

You cried out, the pleasure was immense, and your legs wrapped around his waist, your fingers were digging into his chest, leaving angry red scratches on his skin that healed instantly.

"Fuck, Elijah, yes," You moaned, his name falling from your lips, your eyes were rolling back into your head as your orgasm crashed over you, stars danced behind your eyelids, your whole body was trembling, and your mind went blank.

You tightened around his cock, and he let out a primal growl, the sound sending a rush of heat to your core, his thrusts became erratic, and his pace quickened, his balls slapping against your ass, the sound obscene and erotic.

He slammed into you one last time, spilling his seed deep inside you, the feeling of him filling you up was incredible.

He collapsed on top of you, his breath hot against your neck, the feeling of his weight on top of you was comforting and familiar, and the sensation of his skin pressed against yours was soothing.

You ran your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp, his hum of approval making you smile. He rolled the both of you over so that you were lying on his chest, his arms wrapped around you, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin.

"Are you okay? Was that too much?" He asked softly, kissing the top of your head.

You responded by kissing him slowly, and when you broke the kiss, you nuzzled your nose against his.

"It was perfect," You murmured, smiling sweetly, your eyes shining.

"I'm glad, my darling," He smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his thumb grazing over your cheekbone. "You made quite a mess of my bed," He teased.

You turned red and buried your face in his chest, your body had never done that before, and it was humiliating.

"Sorry," You mumbled, his chest rumbling with laughter.

"These are Egyptian cotton, do you have any idea how difficult it is to get them clean?" He teased, his lips curling into a smirk.

You rolled your eyes and tried to push yourself off of him, but his arms held you in place, his expression was mischievous.

"You can't leave, I have to clean you up," He grinned, his hands trailing down your back and over your ass, giving it a squeeze.

"I can clean myself," You huffed, trying to break free from his grasp, but he easily overpowered you.

"Nonsense, allow me," He said, his hands gently grabbing your wrists and holding them, "don't move."

He left a trail of kisses down your body, his tongue making its way along your thighs, cleaning up the wet mess that was dripping from you.

His touch was so tender, and his movements were slow, he seemed to be savoring the taste of you, the feeling was so sensual.

"You thought I was done with you?" He purred, his tone was laced with arousal and mischief.

"The party has only just begun,"

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Firstly I wanna say your stories are amazing, thank u very much for posting ♡♡♡ Well I ve been thinking about a smut with klaus

Reader and him have been dating for long time but they never had sex and she is virgin and really innocent and fears she won't be enough for him, she just guess it would be rough and painful but but he surprises her with so much tenderness

And then maybe a good aftercare if u want to?

Ready

Y/n was beyond nervous.

She knew Klaus, she knew he wouldn’t purposefully harm her or force her into anything but she also knew he was rough by nature.

She knew he had been with thousands of other women and she knew she wouldn’t compare to those of his past.

She didn’t know how to do all the things he probably wanted to do but she also didn’t want to disappoint him.

That was one of her flaws, she never wanted to disappoint anyone and especially not Klaus. He loved her more than she had ever been loved and he had killed for her, protected her wholesale and provided for her like no other. She couldn’t imagine taking this away from him, and she didn’t want him to get bored and find someone else.

Last time they were going to have sex, she panicked at the last second and couldn’t do it. Not that it upset him, he was so very understanding and that almost made it worse because she didn’t know why she was so scared. If not of his disappointment then what?

So she tried to force herself to do it, she figuratively and literally threw herself at him. Eyes closed as she pulled her top off and kissed down his neck while he groaned softly and touched her hair. But the smell of worry rolled off her in waves and he ended up with her curled to his side while he kissed her forehead and put on a movie.

Klaus could see straight through her, she was like glass and he knew it. He knew how easy it would be to break her, scare her and hurt her. But for once in his immortal life, he had no desire to make someone’s life a misery, not her.

So he stopped her going through with something he so desperately wanted, because he knew she wasn’t ready and he wanted her to be comfortable and safe when he took her purity away.

Not that she would ever be anything less than perfect in his eyes, an innocent doe, his angel.

His siblings had made many jokes to him about his lack of sex life, he kept his love away from his family. She knew he was a hybrid and that he had done some truly awful things but he didn’t want them to share the details, he didn’t want to haunt her or terrify her sweet mind. He didn’t want to ruin her positive outlook on the world. But he also wouldn’t take anyone saying a bad word about her so when Kol made a joke that he would warm her up before Klaus could have her, well Kol ended up on the other side of the country. Rebekah asked if this girl was a nun, to which Klaus snapped back at and Elijah brought out the stronger alcohol.

If y/n wanted to wait till marriage then perhaps he would marry her. Yes, after a thousand years settling down with someone as pristine as her would be a dream come true for even the darkest of hearts.

And he told her that, which made her cry but not in disparity of sadness, in disbelief and love. It wasn’t hard for him to decide that she would never see an ounce of pain in her life.

But deep down she didn’t want to wait anymore. She didn’t want to wait until after marriage. What if she was no good for him and he was stuck with her forever? What if he didn’t want to teach her and instead wanted rid of her existence?

She loved him, she knew that. And she knew that he loved her. That should be enough, right? Love is a very powerful emotion and it’s enough to drive a person to do almost anything.

So she told him he was ready, and although he was skeptical, seeing her determined face, he wanted to make her happy. Even if she decided she couldn’t do it again and he was left with a painfully hard cock which he would sort out later.

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Klaus could feel how tense show was beneath him, his mouth was on hers moving quickly as she roughened the kiss. He knew she didn’t really want to kiss him like that but felt she had to, so he pulled away a moment and just cupped her face. Her legs were around his waist as she lay back and he had one hand helping to keep him just above her.

He could feel her shifting against him, her hands pulling him down but not in the need that he wanted her to have.

“Love, it’s okay if you’re not ready” he told her gently but she shook her head

“I am, I promise” she smiled faintly and he sighed softly

“Okay…okay just close your eyes” he instructed and she did.

He pressed his lips to her softly, stopping her from trying to rush it and instead barely moving his mouth against hers. His lips parted and so did hers, their movements getting a little bigger before his tongue slowly slid into her mouth. His hand brushed over her cheek lightly and her hands held onto his neck as she wrapped her tongue around his. Wet sounds filled the air between them as they moved their head more to taste as much of each other as they could.

He kept their faces attached as he began to roll his hips to hers slowly, happy to hear a genuine moan out of her and feel her breathe him in. He pushed her dress up a little so it wasn’t in the way and rubbed himself at her panties, careful not to overwhelm her too soon.

Klaus pulled back from her mouth a moment just to look at her eyes, checking for that fear that usually rest within them. It was still their but much less than normal, lust covering it and love overpowering them both. A soft kiss was given to her again as she moaned for him once more.

He moved backwards a little to look down where he was moving against, pleased with the growing wet patch along her panties which rubbed onto his sweatpants easily.

“See? Feel nice love?” He asked quietly and she nodded with a whine. “Good girl…you just keep relaxing, I’ll take care of you” he murmured softly. He kissed her lips lightly before trailing his way down her neck and back up again. His hands gently pushed her legs back down and had them lay open for him to rest between.

His mouth went back to hers as he tore her panties off of her in one swift movement. She barely noticed the material missing as she eagerly welcomed his tongue back into her mouth, enjoying the dominance he had over her movements. She assumed it was his crotch rubbing against her again when his fingers slipped along her now soaking pussy. He groaned softly into her mouth at the feel of it and couldn’t help but get a finger inside her to feel how tight she would be on his cock.

Klaus wasn’t sure how he would be able to do this without hurting her, but he would sure as he’ll try.

He had only dreamed of her being this tight, her silky walls had such a good hold on his finger as he slowly moved it back and forth. Her back arched and her mouth left his as she moaned out and ground her hips to his hand.

Klaus often wondered what she did usually after they got this far. Did you have to finish herself off like he did? He wasn’t sure anything had been inside her, not even her own fingers, based off of how much she was squeezing him as he pushed another one inside. A little whimper leaving her as her face scrunched at the stretch sting that rippled through her for a moment.

His thumb pressed to her clit and he rubbed slowly, matching the pace with the thrusts of his fingers and watching her cunt tighten around him. The amount of wetness that was dripping from his hand was ridiculous, the sounds produced when he sped up his actions was more than pornographic and her moans only added to it.

He groaned to himself as he took notice of her clit swelling as he rubbed quicker, listening as she called his name and her hands gripped the sheets harshly.

His fingers curled and the cry she let out told him everything he needed to know before he continued the action over and over until she was trembling and shaking with need. A burst of fluid was squirt up at him as she moaned so loud that her throat went sore. His lips pulled into a smirk and and he didn’t hesitate in licking his fingers clean. His eyes rolling closed as he leaned down to press his open mouth to her wetness.

Her hips jolted and legs clamped around his head making him grunt and bury between her thighs in determination. Her hands were straight in his hair, pulling and tugging as his tongue rolled against her and inside her.

“Nik!” She cried over and over making him smirk and suck at her harder, she had only ever called him Klaus so hearing her moan his name which was reserved for certain people made him all that more happier and sure that she was in fact ready.

Her hips ground desperately to his face, her fingers clinging to his curls and tears in her eyes as he devoured her within seconds.

It barely took another minute before her taste was exploding all over his tongue again and he was moaning with her as she filled his every sense.

“Nik” she panted, barely able to focus on anything as he continued to hold her thighs tightly and pull her puffy clit into his hot mouth. Her hands couldn’t let go of his hair, she couldn’t help but keep pulling him closer. No matter how sensitive she felt, how many nerves he was playing with, god she just needed more, “more! Oh more!” She cried and he would never deny her of this, never. He would beg for this to be his last meal, and he treated her as though it was.

After leaving her hanging on the edge of her fifth orgasm, he finally pulled away. Both of them breathing heavily and still moaning or groaning softly.

He crawled back up her now sweaty body and had his lips on hers, tongue fucking her mouth and sharing her delightful taste. At some point during his feast klaus had managed to shred her dress into pieces and had to get his own clothes off to stop them feeling so tight against his poor, aching cock.

He moaned outright when it felt the wet lips of her pussy and his hips moved to rub between them. Her breathing grew more erratic as she grabbed the back of his hair and pulled him back down, kissing him with need.

“I’m ready, please Klaus, I’m ready” she whispered and he let out a breath

“Nik” he uttered “you call me Nik” he ordered and she nodded

“Please Nik” she moaned and he thrust himself along her, his dick sliding over her clit many times over.

He had to stabilise his breathing and thoughts before he did this. He knew she had been so worried, so scared before and nothing could ruin this, not now. He couldn’t let her slip through his fingers now. He would be the softest, most gentle man on the planet if she would let him fill her with his cock, let him pump her full of his seed.

Fuck. The thought alone had him rubbing against her faster, but shit, he needed to be slow. Come on Klaus, slow.

He took a long breath before taking his heavy cock into his hand and pressing his tip to her dripping cunt. Her heart sped and he glanced up to find her watching his tip with anticipation, teeth on her bottom lip and a moan threatening to leave any second. It was all the confirmation he needed before finally, at last, getting inside her.

Klaus was 90% sure he was louder than she was when her soft, soaked walls sucked him inside. Just his tip to begin with, he slid it in and out of her carefully, lightly tapping it against her clit a couple more times before going further. He got a couple inches in before she made a whine of discomfort and he stopped, his hand found hers and he held it firmly but gently while his other kept a hold of his cock as though if he didn’t then it would do as it pleased and fuck her into oblivion.

“It’s okay my love” he whispered, his hand squeezing hers lightly in reassurance. “You don’t have to take it all” he told her as she shut her eyes so he couldn’t see the twinge of pain inside them.

He let the first few inches thrust in and out of her, allowing her tightly wound body to stretch at its own pace. When her hips moved by themselves against him and her mouth involuntarily opened, he knew she could take more. And more he gave her, a good two thirds in and his breathing so ragged that he wasn’t sure how he wasn’t passing out.

Her pleas were getting more common now and he obliged to every one, keeping each movement calculated and soft. His thrusts, although relatively slow, still reached all those places inside her which she had only dreamed about and she couldn’t have asked for anything better.

She had always worried he would treat her like she were a toy or a slut but he touched her like she was glass, like she were his priceless diamond and she adored it. Craved it.

He was perfect.

Any doubts were chucked out the window as he checked on how she felt time and time again, even though her constant call of his name told everyone in a 5 mile radius that he was giving her the time of her life.

“Nik-“ she moaned and he grunted, his face just above hers and a little further forward as she was leaving kisses and disappearing marks in his neck. He placed a wet kiss to her forehead and struggled to keep his pace steady. “Can- oh- can you go faster Nik?!” She pleaded and he nodded without an ounce of control. Completely following what she needed, his mind was locked on hers and he just wanted her to feel as good as he did.

His body moved to hers faster but still not roughly, not bruisingly or harshly. Just quicker to rub against her spongey spot, to have her back curved off the bed and legs shaking.

His body faltered above her as he felt his balls go tight, the same balls that had repeatedly slapped against her and were ready to empty inside her.

“Y/n” he panted and she moaned. “Gonna- cum- inside- you-“ he panted and she cried out pleasantly

“Please Nik, please please” she begged and he held her hand so tightly, he feared he’d broken it as she screamed and cried.

The sound registered minutes later, him having already overfilled her three times over with the amount of cum he had for her.

His head shot up and he grabbed ahold of her face with his hands

“Love? Did I hurt you? Oh god-“ he started but her hand cupped the side of his neck and she smiled weakly

“God no Nik, no you were- wonderful, unbelievable” she whispered breathlessly and he sighed in relief, his head drooping to kiss her cheek softly.

“Are you tired love?” He asked and she laughed

“Yeah, I’m tired. Are..are you? Do you need more or-“

“I would love as much as you could let me have but for tonight, believe me when I promise you that I am beyond satisfied. You were…” he leaned down to her ear and nipped the lobe gently, “quite frankly, the best I’ve ever had” he whispered and she blushed darkly

“Over a thousand years I do doubt that-“

“You have the softest, hottest, wettest, tightest little pussy I have ever had, the most delicious, most beautiful-“

“Nik” she cut him off, embarrassment colouring her red as she looked up at him shyly.

“Believe me sweetheart, I would never lie to you” he told her softly as he leaned back down to kiss her lips. “The best” he whispered again and she let out a happy breath before a yawn forced through her and he smiled

“Tell me if anything hurts okay? I’m gonna clean you up, I’ll be gentle” he murmured as he pulled out of her and lifted her off of the ruined sheets. She groaned at the empty feeling and held onto his hand with her own as he brought her to the bathroom. “Bath?” He questioned and she shook her head.

“Sleep” she mumbled and he nodded. He grabbed the wipes and got her as clean as he could before doing himself, not once putting her down.

He paused at the state of his bed and instead carried her to the guest room next door. He kept her right against his bare chest as he laid with her beneath the covers and kissed her head so much his lips hurt.

Her eyes had closed earlier than he realised as he held her dearly and whispered to her resting body. Just sweet nothings and true promises. Things she would hear many times over and experience in the future.

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Disobedience

Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Gif not mine

Warnings: wrong grammar, pure smut, no plot. Minors DNI, somnophilia, spanking,bondage, oral m and f receiving, anal play, breast fetish, nipple play, dom!elijah x sub!reader, usage of nicknames, Hair pulling, Praise kink, slight. Breeding kink, orgasm denial, p in v, usage of sex toys.

Summary: Elijah promised a night to you, but he broke it so you decided to take matter into your own hands.

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You were so bored out of your mind that you were sitting in the living room with a book in your lap. Klaus was a pain in the ass, even though you occasionally liked him and everything, and Elijah was off doing business with him. Elijah promised that this evening would be all yours. You were told to wait for him and do nothing until he returned at 7, or you would be punished. You've had it with him being three hours late. You closed the book before dumping it on the couch. Well, if he can't provide you pleasure, you will do it yourself even tho it was hard sometimes to do it on your own, but fuck it.

Elijah had a lot of white shirts, so losing one to you was nothing. You ripped open the closet and rummaged through Elijah's clothing. You quickly take off your sweatpants and leggings before throwing your top over your head, leaving you completely bare. You buttoned up his shirt and put it on. You put on his shirt and buttoned it up. The shirt was long it covered your ass. You left the first 3 buttons open and climbed into bed. Goosebumps covered your body as the soft fabric moved against your skin. You could see your nipples through the shirt. You ran your fingers over them, the fabric being the only barrier there.

The shirt smelled like Elijah. You whimpered, wishing he was here. You moved your hands down your body and pulled the fabric up until your bottom half was bare gasping as the cold air hit your pussy. You moved your hand further down till you were palming yourself. You were already wet from the thought of Elijah barging in the room and catching you, pleasuring yourself. The thrill was too much. You ran your finger up and down your clit. You felt the wetness against your finger and started by pushing one finger in. You moaned at the feeling, your other hand grabbing the sheet in a tight grip. You started to pump them in and out and added a second finger. Whining wishing it was his fingers that were pumping inside of you.

"Fuck Elijah" You found your sweet spot and started to move your fingers in a come here motion and moaned as you started to get closer to your orgasm. You bit your lip hard and pinched your nipples between your thumb and index finger, causing a surge of pleasure down your spine and straight down. You cried out, pushing your face into the pillow beside you and crying Elijah's name out as you came. Coming down from your high, you still weren't satisfied. You wanted more. You needed more. After 2 more orgasms you were finally satisfied and too tired to do anything your wetness trickled down your clit wetting the sheets beneath you and your thighs were wet from how much you kept rubbing them together for more friction. You went to the bathroom and did your businees, and went straight to bed. You grabbed a pillow and hid your face in it, and looked at the clock it was now midnight. You groaned and closed your eyes, letting the darkness take over.

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It was after midnight when Elijah entered through the door. He was upset because he had broken his promise. He was aware of your need and desire as well as how long you had to wait. As he entered, gently closing the door, he exhaled as he heard your peaceful breath coming from your room. He intended to make amends and give you the long-awaited pleasure he had promised. He approached the door, which was slightly ajar, and took a long breath to prepare himself before stopping abruptly. He took another whiff of the air and couldn't get enough of the scent. It belonged to you—your arousal and your release. He entered the room in quiet steps to see you deep asleep on your back, your hair lying flawlessly around your head in his shirt. He saw the wetness underneath. You had disobeyed his orders and had touched yourself. Even though he was late, that still did not mean for you to go on and pleasure yourself. That was his job. Nobody, not even yourself, can touch you. His scowl grew, and he crept slowly towards the edge of the bed where he silently stood in awe of you. Although it was probably unsettling, he didn't care. He could always admire you because you were his. Unless, of course, you were uncomfortable, but he knew that you loved it when he stared at you like he was falling in love all over again.

He placed his suit jacket neatly on one of the chairs after taking off his shoes and socks. He carefully climbed into bed, rubbed his nose lightly over your covered nipple before bringing it into his mouth, and sucks firmly, feeling the puffiness under his lips. He kisses a line from your neck to your breast. He runs a hand down your body, and grabbed one of your legs, laying wet kisses from toe till your inner thighs You were still wet, and there was still dampness on the bed from where you had come before. His rough fingertips felt your silky skin as they trailed up and down your leg. Without waking up, you let out a breath and tilted your head to the side. He put a finger on your clit and began to stroke it, and you responded by moaning in the back of your throat.

As he continued to rub circles on your clit, your fluids began to wet his finger, which was enough for him to slide his thick finger inside you. He groaned lightly at the feeling of you clasping around his finger. He hovered above you, loving the way his shirt's material allowed just a hint of your nipples to show. You were alluring in his clothing. He delicately stroked his finger over your right nipple while he fingered you. His eyes were only able to see your right breast since he had pulled the fabric off your shoulder. He started licking and biting your nipple right away, tasting the sweetness of your skin. The tip was slightly red from his soft nibbling.

He moved away from your breast and began to kiss the fabric as he sank till he reached your clit. You cried out his name in your sleep as you struggled to close your legs, but he maintained a strong hold on your thighs and prevented you from doing so. He immediately slid his tongue to your clit and began eating you out.

Your eyes were lazily opened to the most stunning scene. Elijah was between your legs, staring at you while lightly stroking your exposed skin with his lips. His lovely hair was immediately ruined by your hands running through it, which also forced his face closer to your body heat. You moaned out loud as he added a second finger in you, his finger moved slowly and delicately inside you, hitting your sweet spot and slowly building up your orgasm.

"Elijah, please, I'm so close," you say in between gasps. He locked eyes with you as he stopped and pulled his fingers out of you. You whimpered at the emptiness. "You dare whine when I refuse you from your release after you disobeyed me?" He asked in a dark tone. "But you promised you would be back early," you said in a whisper "Yes I did, but if you had obeyed, I would have given you a greater reward than the one you were going to get" he said in a stern voice. "How many times have you come?" He asked. "Three.." you whispered in response. His eyes darkened, and suddenly, you were pulled by your legs, gasping in shock he pulled you over his lap, laying you down your stomach. He kissed you behind your ear. "Such a bad girl," he whispered. When you shifted your head back to allow him access to your lips, he let out a single breathy chuckle. When you felt a harsh slap to your ass, you yipped and jumped slightly, then groaned somewhat as the sting lingered across your skin.

"Be a good little girl and count them out for me." He informed you.

"How many?" After a little pause, you whimpered. He smirked and said, "As many as I want, my chére"

When he slapped you again, you bit down on your lip and cursed because you bit down too hard. "One! Im sorry, sir. " You let out a yelp.

Smack

"Two! I'm sorry, sir, " you moaned.

Smack

"Three! I'm sorry, sir"

Smack

"Four! I'm sorry, sir," you whined at the stinging feeling.

SMACK

"Five! I'm sorry, sir, " you cried out.

He runs his hands around your lower back before slipping them between your legs as wetness runs down your thighs.

“You are so wet my love” he said as he started to move his fingers inside and then taking them out.

After five more, your bum was red with his handprint. He made you sit up with your legs on either side of his legs, your face at the base of his neck breathing heavily.

"Good girl, you did so well for me, little one," he said, his voice deep in your ears making a shiver run down your spine and straight to your core. He gently moved his hands under the fabric and felt your skin of your back from underneath. You take a sharp breath. You grind your hips down on him, already feeling the hard bulge in his trousers.

"Does that mean you will finally fuck me?"

He smiled softly "No" he said in her ear and slightly sucked on her earlobe. You let out a whine and try to create friction between the heat between your legs and Elijah's now full hard bulge in his suit pants. He placed his rough hands on your hips to stop your movement.

"So needy," he said while smirking.

"You look stunning in my clothes, my love." He whispers in your ear. You can feel the blood rushing to your face as you blush a beautiful red. He pulls the left tip of fabric at your shoulders down to expose your breast. His hand felt the weight of your breast as he greedily latched his mouth on your erected nipple. He massaged the other one through the fabric. You bit your lip to stop yourself from moaing. He looked up at you. "Never try to hide your moans, little one, I want to hear every sweet sound that comes out of your lips." You blush a pretty red, and he smirked as he continued to suck on your nipple. You moaned loudly as he bit down softly on your nipple.

You needed him now. You rest your hands on his thick thighs and slowly climb down between his legs. "Can I please suck your dick sir?" You asked sweetly as you locked eyes with Elijah. Dark eyes stared back straight to your soul, Elijah always had such an intense gaze.

"Because you asked so nicely," you quickly fiddle with the zipper of his suit pants. You pull down his briefs and let his cock free hitting his stomach. It stood tall and thick with a little curve, his mushroom tip red with a little pre cum oozing out. You let out a small moan it looked painful. You wanted to relieve and pleasure him. Wrapping your hand around his cock delicately, your hand didn't fully wrap around his cock from how thick it was. You blushed when you thought of his dick stretching you out. You pump your hand up and down his length slowly as you lick your way from bottom to top, feeling the veins that lines his cock. Elijah takes a sharp breath in as he runs his hands through your long brown hair. You kiss the tip of his cock while looking up and intensly locking eyes with him. You put the tip in your mouth sucking while your hands wrap around his length and the other fiddling with his balls. He throws his head back, groans escaping his throat. You start to take more of his length down your throat. Your eyes watered, and you gagged a little, but you took a breath through your nose. Elijah's hands tighten on your hair as he starts to push you head down, resulting in taking more of his length. Elijah moans as his cock hits the back of your throat.

"You look so pretty taking that cock down your throat." He said making you moan around his cock and sending vibrations straight to his length. He felt shivers down his spine as he groans. He couldn't control himself as he started to thrust his hips into your throat, his strong hold on your hair holding you down. Saliva started dripping at either side of your face, and you looked up at Elijah. His eyes were closed with his head thrown back. You felt a sense of pride run through your body. Your hand went to your heat and you start to rub circles on your clit wanting to feel friction. Soon, Elijah took notice of where your hands were.

"Did I give you permission to touch yourself?" He asks in a dark voice. You come to a stop as he pulls himself out of your mouth. Whining he lightly slaps you. It didn't hurt, but the sting went straight to your core. "It seemed your last punishment wasn't enough." He said.

You were suddenly thrown on the bed with him hovering over you. "Take off the shirt," he commanded in an angry voice. You quickly discarded the material off you. He took the belt that was on the bed and tied down your hands down, pulling them over your head. He stands on his knees and your legs between them as he starts to unbutton his shirt. You slightly see his defined abs. He pulls at his tie after losing it he slides off his neck.

Your vision goes black as Elijah covers your eyes with the soft fabric of his tie. Your senses heighten, you hear him shuffle around and finally felt his hot breath down your neck.

"You will only come when I give you permission to." Elijah was furious. You were acting like a brat, not following his orders. He loved a little of challenge to show who is in control, but you disobeyed his orders just because of the beauty and sweet punishment. Mear pleasure. You wanted Elijah to be angry to show you who is in control. You hear him shuffling around at the bedside table. You were suddenly turned around on your stomach, and knees ass high up in the air. Your breathing was uneven. You didn't know what to expect. You felt the bed shift from behind you and felt his fingers at your entrance teasing the pearl on your clit. You were shuddering at the sweet pleasure, an orgasm slowly building. Slick juices start seeping out, coating Elijah's thick fingers. You clench around his fingers, swallowing his fingers.

He moved it around and up to your other hole. You jolt up gasping as he moved his finger at the muscle ring. Gripping the sheets underneath your tied hands, you hear Elijah open a bottle, squirting some of the material in his hand, but you can already guess what it was. You felt the cold lube on Elijah's finger moving around your hole. You involuntary clench tensing at the feeling.

"Relax, little one," he said lovingly. Taking a deep breath, you relax your muscles and start to feel Elijah slowly inserting his finger. Moaning to the sensations to both pleasure and pain, slowly adding another finger after a while. The sensation of being stretched out under Elijah was stimulating. Elijah moved his fingers in scissors motion stretching your insides. You let out a string of sounds from your throat at the feeling. Slowly, he slid his fingers out, making you exhale, and his fingers were replaced by a cold metal butt plug stretching you out. You shudder at the cold feeling but slowly got used to it.

"You look angelic with the white jewel in your ass little one," He said in his deep voice. You whined at him. Elijah always loved the colour white. He thought you looked like an angel in white. His angel. You were his, his to pleasure, his to own. He slapped you ass cheek only for you to jolt up, and a moan escaped your throat. Elijah turned you back on your back. You felt his hands at your sides feeling around your body.

"You are bewitching, my love," he said as he moved his hands between your legs, stroking your thighs.

"Please, Elijah," you breathe out, wiggling your body on the bed.

"What do you need? I can't do anything till you tell me, " he says with a smile in his voice.

"Please, touch me," you say.

"Where?" You were frustrated now, he was teasing you to no end.

"My clit, please Lijah" you whined.

"Here?" He hands palmed your heat and two fingers stroking your pearl, causing the pleasurable sensation to flow through, making you arch your back, as you moaned out Elijah's name like a prayer. The fact that you couldn't see only heightened your senses, which built up your orgasm.

"Do you think you deserve it after your disobedience?" He asked. Stopping, you felt the bed shift.

"Yes, please, I will be good." And a sound of vibrations met your ears. Elijah spread your legs and shrieked at the sudden sensation of the vibrator. It was against your clit, Elijah held down the vibration while his other hand was slowing stroking your slit collecting you juices and spreading them around.

Suddenly, the vibrations became stronger, causing millions of electric shocks to run through your entire body. Moaning loudly, you arch your back and your hands holding down on the mattress cover so hard you can feel them turning white. Your orgasm was slowly closing, your heat clenching around nothing in need for something to fill your empty hole. However, when you finally feel the knot about to unravel. The vibrations slowed down suddenly, and losing the orgasm made a whine to string out of your throat. You wanted to scream at him for making teasing into oblivion. It was almost painful at that point.

“No please let me cum” you whined in plea wanting to finish off and ride your orgasm. “This is what happens when you act like a brat and disobey me” he said in a deep voice in your ear. You whine and move your body against the toy to create friction wanting release, but alas he pulls it away.

"Beg for it, little one" you inhale a breath and curl your fingers at the sheets beneath you.

"Please Sir let me cum. I'm sorry I disobeyed you. Please fuck me, use my hole for your pleasure Sir." You breathed out your legs spreading wider and your hole clenching on air, begging to be filled to the brim.

You shudder at the feeling of his fingers softly grazing your inner thighs causing goosebumps to cover your entire body and more of you arousal dripping from your desperate hole.

"Yes, my love tell me what you need beg me to fuck your needy tight hole" He groans as he kisses his way up your thighs. You loved the feeling of his soft lips. He nibbled and sucked at your skin you can feel the bruises those are gonna leave. You continued to beg him. Elijah felt euphoric as he heard your little moans and whines that escaped your throat.

"You are so good for me little one, maybe I should reward you." you felt finger slowly rubbing your clit you arousal coating his fingers it. He pushed the finger deep inside filling you up he started to move in a "come to me" motion. You bit your lower lip trying to push your moans down to your throat. Suddenly Elijah's hand came to your throat pressing at the sides of your neck blocking your airway not enough to hurt but enough for you to feel the pleasure of it.

"Don't hide your moans from little one, let them out, let me hear your sweet angelic moans" He commands in your ear. Adding a second finger inside of you. He easily found your G-spot, moans leave your mouth loudly, not stopping them. Elijah's fingers move faster, you can feel your orgasm building up, you clench around his fingers. Elijah keeps the same pace while hitting the spot that made you see stars.

"Cum for me little one" At his command you came on his fingers your orgasm covering his fingers. Your legs shaking aggressively at the power of the orgasm. Your chest going up and down at the intense orgasm. He pulls out of you can hear the sound of your arousal as he pulled out you moan at that. Suddenly the tie was off your eyes. your eyes adjust to the sift light that filled the room. You look down at Elijah to find him licking your arousal from his fingers while making eye contact. Blood rushes to your cheeks at the action.

"You taste wonderful my dear, I can never get enough of you my sweet" he said with a smirk. You bite your lower lip at his statement your cheeks were getting more red by the second.

Elijah got off the bed and started stripping out his pants his cock stood proud as he pulled off his undergarments. You admired his figure as he climbed back on the bed hovering above you. You loved the feeling of him on top it felt like he was protecting you from the world.

Elijah takes his cock in his hand and started to rub it against your clit softly teasing your entrance.

"P-please" you moan out pushing your body against his cock. "Tell me what you need" he whisper in you ear. "Please fuck me-" suddenly he pushed his cock filling your insides you gasping at the sudden pressure in your lower body. Your mouth falls open and moans fly out of your throat. He pulls out till the tip and pushes back hitting that spot that made you see stars. He thrust was slow and hard. He groans and started to nib at your erected nipple. His groans cause shivers down to your core. You loved the sounds he made. "You feel so good my love" he moans out. You can already feel your orgasm building at that comment.

A shocked moan escapes your lips when Elijah hands came down to your lower belly gently adding pressure to the your stomach. He moans as he feels himself through your stomach. "Can you feel me little one?" He questions. "Can you feel how I fill you up? I'm gonna fill you up with my seed I will mark you so everyone knows that you are mine" He says with a deep voice. His thrust started to take speed hitting your sweet spot so good.

"Look at me little one, look at how my cock fits your perfect pussy, you are perfect for me" You eyes travels down to your conjoined body. He was right you were like puzzle piece fitting so well. You moan as you see how wet his cock was from your insides.

"Elijah please untie me I need to touch you please" You pulling at the belt that tied your hands together. He started to remove the belt once your hands were freed they fly around Elijah bringing him impossibly closer. Your nails digging in his back making a moan escape his lips. He started to speed up his cock hit your cervix. "Elijah I'm so close" you whined out. "You are not aloud to cum until I tell you" his thrusts were brutal in the most beautiful way. Your filled the air with your moans and Elijah's heavy breath and groans, paired the sound of Elijah's hips slapping yours.

"Cum for me little one" that was the only sign you needed. your orgasm crushed down at you. Your vision turns white, your body slumps down after that orgasm. Elijah continued to thrust inside of you in a fast pace. He started to rub your sensitive clit, you gasp at the sudden feeling.

"Elijah please, I can't, I'm sensitive." you said pleading for some mercy. "Not yet little one, I will not stop until you are filled with my seed" he groans in your ear.

Suddenly he man handled you and turned you around. You were on your knees with arms under your neck, your ass up. Elijah continued to thrust in you from behind, another orgasm building. Elijah's hand crawls up your back going the roots of your hair and pulled you hair back. Your back touched his chest, he brought your lips to his kissing you like a hungry man, devouring you completely in the kiss. You kiss back desperately, your arm pulled at his necking trying to bring him closer. Elijah kept playing with your clit making your legs shake uncomfortably. You moaned in the kiss. Your orgasm was already nearing.

"I can feel you are close my dear" he whispers in your ear, shivers run down your spine. Elijah thrusts start became sloppy with each thrust. You can feel him throbbing inside you.

"Cum with me my love" He commands cumming inside of you fill you to the brim. instantly your orgasm came crashing down, you feel your insides getting filled up with his seed. Both of your moans join together at the intense orgasm. After what seemed like hours riding down your orgasms.

He brings you down to the bed softly. You were exhausted and satisfied. "You were so good little one, you did amazing" He whispers in your ear. He spoons you from behind you. He turned you around and sat beside. Suddenly you feel his fingers pushing inside. "You will not waste any of it. You are gonna take it all" He continues to push his seed inside you. You moan at the feeling and blood rushes to your cheeks. "Say it" He growls. "I'm yours" you say. "And I'm yours little one" He whispers to you as your eyes met his. You smile at that his hands gently rubbing your face. He holds you close as you lay your head on his chest and darkness start to take over. "Rest little one"

[reina-petrova]

You Have My Word ・❥・ Elejah

“Elena, you don’t have to just be a doppelgänger… you have to be a virgin. So, theoretically, if you lost it to someone, the ritual wouldn’t work.” “Are you serious?” “Yes, but there’s a catch…” “Of course there is. What is it, Bonnie?” “It has to be with an Original.” ↳AU where Elena discovers that Klaus’s hybrid ritual requires a virgin doppelgänger sacrifice and Elena never lost the V-card. Now her only hope is a certain Original. Set around season 3 during ripper!stefan and pining!Damon, post Elijah!haircut and post Elena's 18th birthday.

↳Warnings: Smut, virgin kink, dirty talk, light dom/sub undertones if you squint.

↳6.7k words

↳Cross-posted to AO3 here

↳Song rec: Terrible Thing by AG (A/N: this is just a silly AU fic that popped into my head, it’s only a vehicle for smut so be forewarned the canon details/timeline may be off 🤪)

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[text: 2:48pm] I found something. Call me l8tr. - Bonnie

Elena let out a shaky breath at the text in front of her. She finished putting the last of her books into her locker and slung her bag over her shoulder. She could hardly look away from the text as she shut the metal door closed, typing a quick response to Bonnie in the meantime.

[text: 2:49pm] I will. Thx B. - Elena

It almost seemed too good to be true, and as Elena returned to her car, she allowed herself a brief moment to envision a happy ending where Bonnie's new plan would actually work and they'd kill Klaus. Stefan would return to her. The Originals would be gone. Her town would be safe. She'd live.

Still, after so many run-ins with the supernatural, she'd learned to keep a healthy dose of reality mixed in with her positivity. Every plan was sure to work until it wasn't, and unfortunately, the last few indeed hadn't. It wasn't her life she was so worried about saving, it was everybody else's. With Klaus gone, they would be safe. But while Bonnie searched for any answers she could find, putting in all this time and effort, Elena had to at least try.

The moment she arrived home, she called Bonnie.

"Hey Elena,"

"Hi Bonnie, you said you found something? What's going on?" Elena sat down onto her bed with a small sigh.

"Yes and no. It's more of a loophole than anything else." Bonnie seemed a bit unsure, which gave rise to uncertainty in Elena. She prepared herself. Nothing was out of the question anymore.

"Okay, I'm ready."

"Like I said before, most of my grimoires don't go back far enough for the hybrid ritual, it's way too old. But I did find something in my oldest one, a description of it that included a word I've never seen before - virgino, in Latin."

Elena paused at that. She couldn't be hearing this correctly.

"As in...?"

"Yep. Virgin." Okay, so she had heard correctly.

"So what does that mean?"

“Elena, you don’t have to just be a doppelgänger… you have to be a virgin. So, theoretically, if you lost it, the ritual wouldn’t work.”

Elena's brows furrowed in confusion. She'd never heard that part of the ritual before. She wondered how accurate this description of the ritual could possibly be.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes, but there’s a catch…” She heard Bonnie's voice grow more dim, and she knew it was nothing good.

“Of course there is. What is it, Bonnie?”

“Well... in order to ensure total loss of purity... it has to be with an Original.”

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“Thank you for meeting with me, Elijah.”

Elena’s fingers fidgeted around the coffee mug, her nails tracing over the width of it with anxiety. Elijah inclined his head politely, sitting opposite her at the Mystic Grill. It was far from a private place to speak, but Elena chose it for that very reason. Though the conversation was awkward at best, she didn’t know how she’d react if the two of them were alone. She didn’t even know how he’d react.

Despite all his wisdom, she knew he’d never guess why she’d asked to meet here.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, Elena?”

He cut a handsome figure, wearing a perfectly tailored black suit that accentuated his shoulders with a matching black collared shirt underneath. The shirt opened at his throat and exposed the smallest peek of his clavicle. His hair was shorter now, brushed back and away from his face. A gold ring encircled one of his fingers. Noticing these details certainly wasn’t helping her nervousness. She swallowed the dryness in her throat at sound of the word pleasure.

Their “relationship” was built on shifting sands and she knew that, a tentative trust that both she and he tested the boundaries of. This would certainly cross the next three boundaries.

“Well, Bonnie was reading more into the hybrid ritual, trying to find a loophole. Trying to find our opportunity to kill Klaus.”

Elijah’s eyes searched hers but he said nothing in response, patiently waiting for her to continue. The words seem to spill out of her mouth as slowly as possible, yet her heart rammed in her rib cage. She was grateful he couldn't read her mind but doubtless he heard that at least.

What if he says no? How embarrassing would that be? And if it happened, how would she even explain to Stefan and Damon why suddenly the ritual wouldn’t work? Why it had to be Elijah?

“Yes.”

His smooth voice broke her from her reverie. She cleared her throat and tried again, taking another sip of her coffee. Matt had courteously slipped an extra something in her coffee when she’d asked, figuring even a drop of liquid courage would do her some good. It burned like a low ember in her stomach. Elijah’s tea stood in front of him, untouched.

“She found one other way that the ritual could be dismantled, apart from all the other options.” The other options being actually dying, becoming a vampire, etc. She’d gladly give her life if it meant her friends and town were safe, but killing Klaus would ensure safety forever. She had to at least try.

“Apparently, it’s not just the sacrifice of the doppelgänger… it’s the sacrifice of a virginal doppelgänger. So if the doppelgänger is no longer... you know, it won't work.”

Elijah’s brow furrowed, and she held some small victory in the fact that she was able to catch him so completely off guard. It made her feel less ridiculous in suggesting this, but also showed that not even the Originals knew all.

“But how can this be? I’ve never heard of such a requirement.”

“I guess it’s just one of the old failsafes from that era, tied in with the idea of innocence and purity in the face of…” She trailed off hesitantly.

“Evil.” He finished for her with a slow smile. She allowed herself a small smile in return.

When silence settled upon the conversation once more, Elijah took up the mantle, shifting to lean closer to her across the table. “And I assume you are a-“

“Yes.” The word was barely a whisper but she knew he heard it loud and clear.

Elijah raised his brows in some surprise, a smirk crossing his lips for the briefest of flashes. His hands quickly moved the teacup to the side of the table, the drink long forgotten. His fingers tapped slowly at the wooden table in thought, and Elena took a small breath into her lungs and held it.

“Forgive me, but with both Salvatore’s at your heels, and if I recall their history with Katerina-“ Elijah’s palm turned upwards, his eyes casting downwards for a moment.

“I am not Katherine.”

Then his gaze flickered up to hers, amusement clear in his warm brown eyes. She thought she saw a small look of admiration somewhere in those eyes.

“No. You are certainly not, Elena.”

Elena took another sip of the coffee, begging for the alcohol to provide some inspiration. As it was, her words were failing her and they hadn’t even gotten to the brunt of it. Part of her hoped he’d ascertain it himself without her even needing to say it. Though she wouldn’t be surprised if he wanted to hear he’d say it either. Elijah was a noble man, and he ensured any and all terms of a deal were clear. He was the key to their plan to kill Klaus, and innuendos would never do, not when there was so much on the line. Thankfully, he wasn’t one for vulgarity either.

“So, if I’m understanding correctly, there’s only one thing left for you to do.” The amusement still never left Elijah’s eyes and it made her squirm in her chair. His gaze was so intent and heavy on her, his presence commanding. He was a man unlike she’d ever known. “But I’m assuming there’s a reason you called me here.”

"Yes." Here goes nothing. "The only way to ensure the total-“ she cleared her throat again. “-loss of purity is for it to be with an Original.”

Realization dawned on his features in the blink of an eye. Then, ever so slowly, she watched his face darken with something else. Her eyes dropped back to her fingers, nails digging into her nail beds. She wanted to disappear, to melt right into her chair.

“And further ensure the division of the family.” Elijah murmured. “If it can only be an Original, then only Niklaus’s own family can betray him.”

A small knot of fear tied itself in Elena’s stomach. If he refused, if he changed his mind about killing Klaus, all hope was lost. She tried her best to gauge his reaction, but he was unreadable at best, a stone statue at worst. Elijah never let his hand slip, and she could no more understand him than she could an ancient language.

Suddenly, her nerves got the better of her. The caffeine outweighed the alcohol, and she felt herself standing to her feet, grabbing her bag from the back of the chair.

“I’m sorry, this was a ridiculous idea. We’ll find another way-“ She took no more than a step away from the table, prepared to flee the building when she felt his hand take hers gently.

“Elena.”

He pulled on her hand slightly, just enough that she stepped back towards him and towards the table. Even in the smallest, most delicate of gestures, she felt his strength thrumming in his fingertips. She turned to face him, and he’d stood to his full height, his broad frame dwarfing hers.

It was then that she allowed herself the opportunity to even process what she was asking. She’d been so caught up in trying to kill Klaus, prevent any more innocent lives lost, that she hadn’t thought about what this would. mean. Her and Elijah. Together.

A flash of their bodies intertwining appeared in her mind, the heat of his hand on hers suddenly feeling like a searing flame on her skin. The knot of fear began to dissolve, and something else pooled in her lower stomach.

The same feeling she saw in his eyes just then.

Four little words, and despite herself, she felt her heart flutter.

“You have my word.”

・❥・

“I can’t believe this is happening.” Bonnie repeated for the fifth time that evening. Elena shot her a half annoyed glance, to which Bonnie grinned in response.

“I know.” Elena repeated for the sixth. All too well. Though she had a feeling she had no real idea.

Elena sat down into the bed with a quiet sigh. Bonnie had brought the grimoire where she found the loophole so Elena could see it for herself. Though her Latin was nonexistent, there was no denying that word. Virgin. She'd even brought a few extras she didn't have time to go through earlier in case they had any other information to offer. So far, nothing. The books shifted slightly towards Elena in their careful piles as her weight settled into the covers.

“What about Stefan? I thought you guys were waiting.”

The reminder of Stefan struck a chord in her heart, but one that had been struck too many times lately. She believed in her and Stefan’s love, but with him firmly in Klaus’s grasp, she could hardly recognize him. As it was, she had little time to wait.

“Stefan’s lost right now, Bonnie. And if this could get him away from Klaus and save his life, I’m going to try.”

“And Damon?” Bonnie offered quietly, with some note of derision in her voice. Elena knew how she felt about him, but there was also no denying Damon's obvious feelings for her, and how protective he'd become. It was almost too much to think about. Instead, she stood up and began aimlessly tidying the room, putting things away in random drawers. What does one do to prepare for this situation?

“He doesn’t know- he can’t know. He’ll lose it. He’ll say it’s a bad plan.” Along with a few choice words for Elijah and maybe a dagger dipped in white oak ash. Then they’d have no plan.

“Well I wouldn’t say it’s a good plan.” Bonnie responded sardonically.

Elena’s mouth dropped in fake disbelief as she put her diary away.

“This was your idea!”

“You’re the one going through with it! And I mean, Elijah? He’s kind of scary.”

“As opposed to who?” Elena responded with a mirthless laugh. “And he’s not that scary. He’s just… aristocratic."

“No? Oh.” Bonnie teased coyly. “I forgot how well you’re acquainted…" She cocked a brow at Elena's pattering around the room "Are you actually cleaning right now?”

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” She admitted. “How does one seduce an Original?”

Bonnie started flipped some of the grimoires closed, and Elena looked up nervously at the clock. He would arrive in 30 minutes. Anticipation buzzed through her veins at the thought. Bonnie slid off the bed once the books allowed a path and stood in front of Elena, taking her hands in hers as a show of strength.

“I'm sorry, Elena, this is a big deal. Your first time but it comes with the caveat of saving your life and everybody else's. Not to mention it's happening with a thousand year old vampire. Just be your normal, charming self. This is a common interest of killing Klaus and nothing more.”

“Right,” Elena smiled. Nothing more. Right?

“But-“ Bonnie reached behind her and pulled one of the drawers she’d just shut open and retrieved her hair brush. With a shrug, she handed it to Elena. “Couldn’t hurt.”

Elena smirked and took the hairbrush from her hands, combing it through her locks gently.

・❥・

After Bonnie left, Elena paced for another ten minutes incessantly. She'd brushed her hair, done minimal makeup, but left herself in her usual outfit of jeans and a tank top. Anything else felt like it was trying too hard.

She sat down onto edge of the bed and glanced at her phone. A few messages from Damon and Caroline. Nothing from Stefan. She dropped the phone onto the bed and waited. With each passing minute, she felt her heart beginning to race faster and faster.

This is insane. How is this my life?

The fact that it was happening in her bedroom was even stranger. Elijah had been inside of her house before but this was something else entirely. He'd been perfectly gentlemanly in allowing her to choose the location, but there weren't many options. Elijah had no permanent domicile as of yet, and a hotel room felt too seedy, even the nicest one in town; though he'd even assured her he'd take care of the cost.

Only after she ensured Ric and Jeremy wouldn't be home did she suggest her place, a small level of familiarity in this situation. She wasn't afraid per se, but the way her body reacted to his was jarring. There was something deeply forbidden about it, and she couldn't help but be drawn to it. Being home would help ground her.

His knock came, short and sweet. Elena's heart nearly jumped out of her chest as she stood up and walked down the stairs to let him in. Her fingers curling around the knob, she took one more quiet breath. No going back now.

She opened the door to Elijah standing on her porch, clad in his usual tailored suit. The black fabric looked heavy and luxurious with the way it laid on his shoulders, accentuating his broad frame. The dark shirt he was wearing that afternoon was replaced with a crisp white one, and the tie he wore was black to match the jacket. There was stubble on his jaw, she noticed with a note of appreciation. It gave him a slightly more disheveled look than usual. Her nervousness began to melt away at the sight of his handsome face and his calm demeanour.

He was wearing the same gold ring as before, and she only noticed when she spotted the crimson red rose in his fingers. With a smile, he extended it to her. "Elena."

"Elijah." Elena reached out and took the rose from his hands, giving a slight smirk. "A flower. Very symbolic of you."

Elijah let out a quiet laugh. "I assure you, I meant no such innuendo. It didn't seem right to come without a gift."

"Well, it's beautiful. Please come in."

He stepped in as invited and she shut the door behind him. Now that they were well and truly alone, her heart picked up the pace once more, but she busied her fingers with the stem of the rose so as not to betray it. The man was a thousand years old and undoubtedly had known countless women. Her experience to his could not pale more in comparison. "I'm sorry, this is a bit... overwhelming."

"Undoubtedly."

Elijah stepped towards her slowly, closing the distance between them more than they ever had before. Elena stared upwards at him, her eyes barely at the level of his lips. His gaze was compelling but warm as it fell upon her, and she felt a breath hitch in her lungs at the nearness of him. "I want to make this experience comfortable for you, Elena. Your terms."

Elena nodded slowly, swallowing back her saliva. "Should we go upstairs?"

Elijah inclined his head with a small smile to which Elena smiled back. As intimidating as he could be, he was trying to put her at ease, and she appreciated it. She led the way up the stairs and to her bedroom, Elijah trailing behind. Once upstairs, she placed the rose delicately on the top of the dresser and then turned to face him.

Elijah looked incredibly out of place in her bedroom. Finely dressed and with an air of sophistication only a thousand years on earth could garner, he was like an ancient relic pulled straight from the history books. He looked better suited to a battlefield than a modern-day bedroom. But if he was ill at ease, he certainly never showed it.

His eyes met hers again and Elena's stomach flip-flopped. He had barely even touched her yet, and she was already reacting so viscerally to the vampire in front of her. Again, snapshots of their bodies entwining flashed in her mind like a promise of what was to come. Amusement crossed his chiseled features and he raised a hand to gently place his thumb and forefinger on her chin. "I can hear your heart beating, Elena."

Beating was an understatement. It felt like it was about to pop out of her chest. His touch on her face certainly wasn't helping that matter.

"Are you nervous?"

She thought before answering, their eyes searching each other, trying to gauge the other's feelings. But despite what she'd initially thought... she wasn't. Excitement thrummed within her, her arousal beginning to simmer at the seductive way he seemed to be looking down at her. He knew exactly what kind of power he held, and he enjoyed it. It was unnerving, but it was thrilling.

"No."

"Good. I want you to enjoy yourself, Elena. To let go and give in." To me, his eyes seemed to say. Give in to me completely. She managed a nod but found that words had escaped her completely. Was he moving in closer?

His fingers never dropped from her chin and she had nowhere to look but directly at him. Warmth bloomed from inside her stomach, her body signalling just how much she wanted to give in.

Using his other hand, he lifted a single finger to trace over the curvature of her neck, beginning from her collarbone all the way up to where her jaw began. His finger pressed just so behind her jawbone where her pulse was strongest, and she felt her blood sing in response to him.

"I meant what I said. Your terms. You're in complete control."

"I know..." Closer still. Their lips were a hairsbreadth apart.

"Yes?" She could feel the smile in his lips.

"Yes."

His lips met with hers and she felt herself crumble. His kiss was as captivating as she could've imagined, without a trace of insistence. He was telling the truth; the pace was in her hands. At first, shyness won out. Elena returned the kiss slowly at first, but as her lips deepened, so did his.

His hand had fallen from her face and instead, he pressed his palm to to her mid-back. It dipped no lower. Ever the gentleman, she thought, unable to supress the smile between their kiss.

He seemed to sense her amusement because his hand fell lower not a moment later, placing itself into the small of her back. He pressed her body closer to his, her chest landing flush with his as though he were challenging her.

Something sparked within Elena as the warmth of Elijah's hand spread through her hips. A need to know, a need to discover. She found the courage to touch him back, raising her hands to slip over his shoulders, fingers delicately tracing over the back of his neck. The fabric of his suit was soft to the touch, his skin softer still.

She'd done some things with Matt and Stefan before, but with Elijah, it felt as though she knew nothing at all. In this, she wanted him to take the lead. It seemed he intended to to some degree as both of his hands came down to her waist, the large expanse of his hands burning through her shirt. Desire began to take over, and their kisses grew deeper still. She ran her fingernails along the nape of his neck, coming down to scratch over his shoulders.

His hands pressed into her hips again before he broke the kiss. Elena felt how flushed she was, cheeks pink and lips swollen from his amorousness. She saw a muscle work in his jaw and he regarded her with half-lidded eyes. He raised a graceful hand and indicated towards the bed with a half-smirk.

"Please."

Elena pulled herself away from Elijah and obeyed, sitting on the side of the bed before lying down. Not once did she look away from him as he shrugged his jacket off, then loosened the knot of his tie. Desire pooled in the deepest parts of her at the sign of him so untidy. He looked like every woman's dream as he unbuttoned the cuffs of his white shirt and rolled them up slowly, exposing tanned forearms corded with lean muscle.

He returned to her, eyes appreciatively slipping from her neck downwards to her chest and her hips. "Good girl."

Slowly, he leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss again, his arms on either side of her head. The night had fallen in earnest now, the single lamp she left on providing a faint warm glow in the room. Elijah’s body swallowed her, the broadness of his shoulders and the dimness of the room entombed her in what felt like an eternity of him.

Elena reached up and twirled her fingers around his tie, giving an experimental tug to pull him down closer to her. He chuckled against her mouth and she did it again, pleased with the way his weight settling on her felt.

"Not that good." She whispered against his mouth.

"No? Show me."

Passion reignited, his mouth was suddenly everywhere. On hers, trailing kisses along her jaw, her collarbone, between the valley of her breasts. When his mouth stopped where her shirt ended, his fingers tugged upwards at the bottom of it, and she broke the kiss to pull it over her head.

With practiced ease, he unbuttoned her jeans and began to tug them down. She sat up slightly to help pull them off, then fell back in only her bra and underwear. Just before he could continue, she reached for one of his hands and tentatively placed it between her legs. Elijah raised his brows at her but acquiesced.

One arm outstretched between her thighs, the other bent as he hovered over her, he gazed down at her with darkened eyes. "I think you'll be good for me."

Elena's breathing pitched into a soft moan as she felt Elijah's fingers press against her underwear. Moving softly but with intent, his index and middle finger rubbed upwards, careful to barely brush against her covered clit, just where she needed him most. Her hips shifted at the pleasure, lips parting as another moan escaped her lips. His fingers were trained and precise.

"Won't you?" He asked, and she could hardly piece together a sentence. His voice was deep enough it reverberated in her chest. She felt herself growing wetter and she knew he could feel it too.

"Yes, Elijah."

"Mm."

She reached for his tie again to pull him down into another kiss. In the meantime, his fingers brushed the edge of her underwear aside and as his fingers slipped against her pussy, she gasped into his mouth. Finally, after a few moments, his fingers slowly came to her clit, and she felt every nerve sizzle in her body at the feeling.

He pressed another kiss to her lips as his fingers slowly slipped inside of her, and she suppressed another moan into his mouth. They moved slowly, collecting her wetness and teasing her. Her hips bucked lightly, chasing the feeling.

"So innocent... What do you want, Elena?" His fingers paused over her clit and she let out a soft whine at the cessation.

"I want you to touch me, Elijah. Please."

His touch felt like electricity as his fingers returned to run against her clit, and her body tensed as the pleasure swam through her. She already felt spent and yet he was still fully clothed.

Her hands reached for his shirt, but his hands captured hers before she could even the score. "Not yet. Not until I think you've had enough."

Her head and shoulders fell back onto the bed as his fingers picked up their pace. He alternated between slipping inside of her and pressing his thumb against her clit, until the energy building inside of her threatened to spill over. Her hands found his shoulders and her fingernails dug into his shirt at the pleasure, brow creasing as it threatened to overtake her.

Finally, with one last roll of his fingers, she felt the wave crash into her, sending ripples of sparks down to her very fingers and toes. If he were a mortal man, the grip she had on his body would've left marks. Elijah's mouth swallowed the last of the moans escaping from Elena's lips as his fingers rode out her orgasm, his thumb occasionally brushing against her sensitive clit, causing her to jump.

"I like the sight of you like this, sweet Elena. Undone, writhing. Your pleasure in my hands."

"And yours in mine." She panted.

Elena pushed up on Elijah's shoulders and he allowed it, the positions reversing until she straddled his hips. His hands came up to her waist, gripping it as she slowly rolled them over his. His desire was evident in the bulge of his pants, and it gave her immense satisfaction to know she had the same effect that he did on her.

Her fingers made quick work of his belt, unbuttoning while pressing her hand against the outline of him. He released a quiet groan at the feeling of her touch, and she wanted to hear more. His fingers came away from her hips to divest himself of his tie properly, slipping the satin from around his neck.

She slid from off his hips and stood at the foot of the bed, leaning over to tug him towards her by the loop of his trousers. He stood, his shirt half unbuttoned and creased, and his belt hanging around his hips. Elena felt herself grow wetter as she sank to her knees in front of him, and he watched with dark eyes as she began to pull his trousers and underwear down, just low enough to release his cock.

He was long and thick in her hand, and his head fell back as she leaned forward and licked a trail from shaft to tip. Slowly, she took him into her mouth, licking and sucking his heavy length until she could take him no more.

A deep growl emanated from Elijah’s chest, his hand coming up to rest against the back of her head. He let her set the pace, but his fingers knotted themselves in her hair as she swirled her tongue around his tip, tasting every last inch of him.

“You wicked little thing.” He sighed, his jaw clenching and his muscle tensing. She could see he desperately wanted to move his hips, but stayed in full control as she pressed him deeper into her mouth.

She placed her hands on his thighs, gripping the fabric of his trousers to give herself more balance, and she felt his fingers brush the hair away from her face and behind her ear before lightly collecting it into his grip. The small gesture made her heart skip as she set a quick rhythm.

He groaned again in pleasure, allowing himself a few more moments before delicately tugging on her hair to bring her back up to standing position. In a flash, the moment she stood, he had her trapped against the wall, his chest pressing into her shoulder blades. Her fingers bent and scratched against the wall, seeking purchase as her lungs seemed to give out. His scent enveloped her. His mouth was hot against her ear.

“So innocent and yet so wicked. So ready to be defiled. Will you give into me, Elena?” Give in, her mind whispered.

She found herself pushing back against the wall to be closer to him, the outline of his body providing delicious heat against hers. She felt his strength emanating from every muscle, both hands pressed on either side of her. Using one hand, he tilted her jaw until her neck was exposed to him. For a moment, she thought he would drink from her, but instead, he placed gentle half-kiss-half-bites along the slope of her neck. His hand then dipped to her back where he quickly unhooked her bra and slipped it off her shoulders. Her underwear was tugged down until it fell. Goosebumps rose all over her skin at the thought of being fully naked in front of Elijah Mikaelson.

“I want to give in, Elijah. Give me all of you.”

Her back was pressed into the mattress before she realized, her body softly settling on the bed. Elijah undid the last of the buttons on his shirt and pulled off his trousers.

“So beautiful.” He murmured, his hand coming up to cup her breast, thumb tracing over her pebbled nipple. Elena sighed at the feeling.

Elijah’s body was just as beautiful, she thought. The expanse of his chest was strong, his abdomen and arms both lean with taut muscle. A deep V-line followed into his hips, his cock erect.

Just as their lips moved to reconnect, Elena’s eyes met his again. Suddenly, this became more than just breaking a ritual. Both were entrenched in their desire, desperate to for release in the other’s body. Nervousness bubbled up inside of her again as she realized it was time. Everything else she had done before, but not this. She knew generally what to expect of sex, but certainly not when it came to a thousand year old vampire being her first.

“I’ll be gentle.”

Elena nodded at his kind words, fingers reaching up to his shoulders again. He balanced on one arm as the other reached out to touch her slick heat, and instantly, she felt the unreleased desire come flooding back. Satisfied, Elijah slowly guided himself between her legs.

Her chest arched upwards at the feeling. Heat spread from her hips as her pussy stretched to accommodate his length. True to his word, he moved slowly as he rolled his hips towards her, sinking deeper into her with every breath. She could feel him gauging her reaction and moving only so long as she allowed it.

Elena felt as though she might burst from the feeling, her breathing devolving into moans as he settled himself to the hilt inside of her. One of her legs was bent, the other laid straight, and one of his hands gripped her thigh as he used the other to balance himself over her, watching her face.

Once the burn of the stretch passed, pleasure began to trickle in. He felt immense inside of her, overwhelming in every aspect of his body as he stilled his hips against hers.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes- yes.” Her eyes fluttered closed.

“Does it feel good, Elena?”

He slowly rolled his hips back and she let out an involuntarily moan at the feeling of him moving inside of her. When he rolled his hips forward again, pleasure erupted from within her, and her nails dug into the skin of his shoulders.

“Yes, yes!“

Elijah pressed a kiss to her lips, and obeyed. He set a slow but sensual rhythm to his hips as he moved in and out of her with deliberate care. Any discomfort long forgotten, Elena felt her own hips moving in tandem, hissing in delight at the friction their hips created.

He chuckled at her reaction. “So good for me.”

The praise was like an extra douse of kerosene to the flame.

“Please, Elijah- more.”

“More what? Hm?”

All the while, he never stopped moving, his hips picking up a faster pace. In that moment, the hand resting on her thigh slipped between their two entwined bodies. His fingers immediately located her clit, and the combination of him pumping in and out of her, and his thumb pad rolling against her clit, her moan nearly turned into a scream. She could hardly think past her own name.

“Use your words, Elena. Tell me what you want.”

But she couldn’t. Her body shook with pleasure, her nails digging crescent shaped impressions into his skin.

“I’m so close, please…”

His fingers and hips slowed down ever so slightly, and she whined at the feeling of her release slowly ebbing away.

“Do you want more?” He asked again.

“Yes.” Her voice was thick with desperation. All she could think about was the way his hips moved in between her thighs. The length of him hit all of the most inner parts, sending shockwaves of pleasure up her spine. She wanted more of anything he would give her.

He slowly pulled out of her, releasing his grip on her and flipped their positions once more. He kneeled behind her on the bed while she lay flat on her stomach, then he slowly moved until his body hovered over hers.

She pressed her thighs together, trying to gain back some friction, frustrated at the loss of him. She felt him press a kiss to her shoulder blade and in the same moment, he lifted her hips and slowly slid back into her.

She gasped at the feeling, her hips rising to meet his, and he settled back onto his knees, gripping her hips as he set a quicker pace. She felt herself dripping between her thighs, moans slipping past her lips as Elijah thrusted in and out.

She was desperate for release, and as his hips stuttered a bit, she knew he was too. He reached forward for her, pulling her back towards him until her back was pressed to his chest once more. One arm encircled her waist while the other hand reached for her clit. She nearly folded at the feeling, but his arm kept her to him, and suddenly she was right at the precipice of her release once more.

“Will you be good for me, Elena?”

She managed a nod, fingers digging into his forearm. His cock and fingers were relentless against her, and she felt like she was about to scream.

“Yes, I’ll be good for you, Elijah, I’m so- so close.”

“So good...” He murmured. “Cum for me.”

The pleasure erupted inside of her, her hips stuttering and her pussy clenching around him as she reached the brink of orgasm. Elijah groaned at the feeling of her coming undone around him, his hand falling away from her clit. He gripped her to him and thrusted inside of her a handful more times before spilling inside of her. Elena relished in the feeling of him in those last moments before he released her.

It was done.

Elena collapsed onto the bed with Elijah close by, unable to move, to think, even to breathe. He shifted himself over so as not to crush her, the pair panting deeply in the thralls of their desire.

The phrase total loss of purity echoed in her mind as she opened her eyes and looked upon Elijah. The shameless way she begged for him, the way her hips moved in search of him. She had corrupted herself entirely. Defiled by an Original.

In more ways than one, they were linked together forever.

After a minute, their breathing settled into silence.

“Do you think it’ll work?” She whispered.

Elijah looked over at her, sitting up slightly. He raised a hand to gently move one of the strands of her hair away from her face. It felt as intimate as anything they'd just done. The heat having died down between them, there was nothing left to do but face the music.

"I have long learned to keep hope at bay whenever Niklaus is involved."

Elena nodded. Of course he was right, but she tried not to look too concerned. He seemed to notice.

"I hope you don't regret this night too deeply if it does not. I recognize what a sacrifice this must've been for you."

Elena shook her head, mirroring him as she slowly sat up as well.

"I don't regret it, Elijah."

He smiled softly, and she returned it.

"Neither do I."

・❥・

The next morning after Elijah left, Damon arrived at her house. She could tell he was relieved that she was indeed alive, but simultaneously annoyed at having been ignored. He wore his usual leather jacket, black jeans and boots, with a few strands of black hair falling into his eyes. She couldn't help but compare the two men that were at her door just a few hours apart. A leather jacket and a suit.

"Oh good, you're still standing. Would've been nice to know." He raised his cellphone up as he crossed the threshold. "You know these nifty little things called cellphones? I called like three times."

She'd passed out almost immediately after Elijah had left, though she'd only been able to sleep a few hours before she couldn't ignore Damon any longer.

"Sorry, I just fell asleep. Bonnie and I were going through some old grimoires trying to find something." I hope that's convincing enough. She'd even made sure to shower and change after Elijah had left, not wanting Damon to risk sensing anything had been awry. She led him upstairs back up to her bedroom, desperate to go back to sleep.

"And? Did our witchy encyclopedia find anything?"

"She did, actually."

"Mhm. I bet."

Elena looked over at Damon with a raised brow at his suspicion and he met it with a smirk.

"You hatched a plan, didn't you?" He did the eye thing. Elena blinked and turned away, giving a noncommittal shrug.

"Not really. It was barely a plan."

"Fine, don't tell me." Damon closed the space between them with a single stride until he was looking down at Elena. He gave another smirk. "Just promise me it wasn't anything stupid."

Elena smiled. "You have my w- I mean, I promise."

Damon nodded once, then reached over her shoulder to grab something from her dresser. Elena's heart dropped when Elijah's red rose came into view. Damon twirled it between his fingers with narrowed eyes and a crooked smile.

"What's this, then?"

・❥・

Fin.

[sibsteria]

Devotion [umbrella!Ben Hargreeves Smut]

Warnings: thigh riding, f oral, m oral, piv sex, fluffy smut, fingering, romantic kissing, lap grinding, slightly dom!Ben, his first time asserting

Summary: You make the mistake of conjuring up your long term ghost boyfriend in Hotel Obsidian. Reader is Klaus’ twin with more practised and powerful abilities :)

[in my head my Ben is still here and I will not be taking any questions also reader is wearing a skirt]

ps this took so long 😭 I took a small difference from our sweet Ben but I am tempted to write a smut about virgin Benerino with reader

Read part two Damage Control here

I didn’t really proofread this so please notify any mistakes ty <3

18+ MDI!!!

Word Count: 3041

“Come on, I can sense you’re here.” I smile coyly around the space of the room. I wiggle my fingertips, a wind of pink cups around them. I had some time to get ready for the wedding.

“You’re no fun.” His solid form appears in the spot directly in front of me, arms crossed.

“Why are you lying to yourself? I’m plenty fun.” I waste no time by pulling myself into a standing position, wrapping my arms around the tall figure.

He sighs into the wisps of my hair, pulling me in tighter.

“Missed you today.” He murmurs, planting a kiss to my temple.

“God, I missed you too, dealing with asshole Ben is draining.”

“Oh, he’s so into you.” He pulls away from me, sitting on the mattress before pulling me into his lap.

“You’re so sure?” I raise an eyebrow.

“He’s me, I know how his cogs turn.” He moves a piece of my hair to fit behind my ear.

“Well, I think he needs to remove the pool cue from up his ass.” I brush his hair from its tidy style into a messy state.

“Wanna do it for him? Me? I don’t know how to address this.” He blinks in confusion before shrugging.

“I’d rather suck face with a windmill.”

“So much for loving me in every timeline.” He teases.

“Oh, come on! He puts the capital D in Douchebag, babe.” I press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Suppose you’re right.” He trails off and cups my face, pulling me back in to meet his lips in a proper fashion.

I melt into him, instantly, the soft cotton feeling of his lips soothing my own. I place my hands on his shoulders, steadying myself so I don’t fall off his lap.

He secures a hand on my waist whilst keeping his other glued to my cheek.

Our noses brush against each other as he moves with compassion, tasting of honey and orange, so uniquely him.

I let out a gleeful sigh into the kiss, as he prods his tongue, a silent request.

I open my lips wider, letting him in closer.

I slide my hands up to his hair, winding them around the soft streaks.

His tongue is still fumbling with mine, his thumb rubbing deep circles into my side.

I attempt to move my hands further down his hair but get caught on a couple of strands, creating a gentle tug against his locks.

A small moan of pleasure ricochets against my lips, I subconsciously smile into his own.

We disconnect, the fantasy to have an eternal kiss nags and pulls at my heart.

“You’re so pretty.” He whispers, breath hitting my chin.

“I should be saying that to you.” I move my hands down to find solace against the lapels of the leather that encased his torso.

“How am I dead but still have the opportunity to be with heaven?” He lingers a small kiss against me, his words winding around the cells of my body.

“You deserve everything you didn’t know you needed, love.” I move from my position into a straddling stance as he moves further into the plush underneath him, my skirt slides up a little.

Our lips connect once again, finding home in the comfort of each other. It’s more intense now, a sudden fervour to the moving of our mouths.

I hover, a hair fracture above his clothed dick, until his hands slide up my thighs and he presses them down so I’m fully on top him.

I resist the urge to move, a tease at heart.

He moves to squeeze the skin of my ass, propelling me to gently roll my hips against him.

He releases a breathy sigh, a smile pinching his cheeks as he pulls back from the kiss.

“Sit on my thigh?” It’s more of a question then a demand, something I adore about the man underneath me.

“If you insist.” I wink before kissing his nose, I move to set myself above his left thigh.

“Don’t resist yourself, I want you to enjoy every single moment we have together.” The intimacy and honesty of his statement soften my heart.

That is until he kisses me again, gripping the flesh of my ass, pulling me to grind down against him.

His wear and tear jeans do wonders against the thin cotton that constricts me.

“Shit, Ben.” I let his name fall freely from my lips, I let my hand slide up his other thigh, brushing over the fabric of his crotch.

“Fuck.” He cussed out as I knead my hand with a steady pace.

I start to grind down harder, faster, letting my clit roll against the denim.

I unzip his fly with one hand, opening the front of his pants. He’s painfully hard, already, sending a spark of lust below.

His hand tightens around my ass as I wrap my hand around him through his briefs, delivering steady tugs with what space I had.

He lets his thigh shake for me, increasing the pleasure of using him, short bounces as he spurs on my climax.

“Fuck, fuck, Ben.” I moan into his ear as I fall forward.

I can feel everything tightening, rocking my hips faster, I chase my upcoming high.

“C’mon.” His grumble turns into a moan as I give a particular hard tug.

“Almost there, love.” I nip at his earlobe, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

It all piles up, the pleasure, the love.

Until I’m cumming on his clothed thigh, grasping a hand at his shoulder, wet seeping through my panties and onto his jeans.

“Ben, baby-”

“Fuck.” His hot breath hits my neck, he whispers praises into the soft skin.

He gently removed my hand from him, rubbing shapes into my wrist.

“So good, baby.” He coos at me, lifting me from his defiled leg.

“I love you.” I let my mouth connect to the plush of his lips, he moans into them.

“I love you.” He whispers as I kiss a trail down his neck.

I let my fingers slide his jacket from his upper body, he pulls his hoodie and shirt afterwards, letting his bright read chest out for show.

He’s devoid of hair, smooth pecs and small trace of abs stare back at me.

I move to kneel on the floor.

“You don’t have to, my love.” He holds my chin between his finger and thumb.

“Oh, but I want to.” My desperation to wrap my mouth around him never ceases to shake him to his core.

“God, you’re perfect.” He moans out.

I smile at this, thinking the same about him.

After he’s no longer constricted from the refinery of the denim, I let a finger trace the underside of his cock.

He lightly grips the bedsheets resting under his palms, his head falling back as I wrap my mouth around his tip.

I let my right hand grasp the base, pulling steady strokes as I bob down on him. His mouth falls open, silent cusses air out.

I slide my other hand up his thigh, letting it cup his balls, massaging a gentle motion whilst still keeping my rhythm with my mouth.

“Shit.” His whine sends a jolt to my core, how is one man so blindingly hot?

I continue my pace, reveling in the whoreish sounds falling from his lips.

I remove my mouth from his cock, whilst keeping my hand tugging stable strokes.

I let my mouth wander down, my tongue pokes out as I lick a gentle stripe against one of his balls. Throwing caution to the wind I take them both into my mouth, awarding small sucks.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Stop, stop.” I immediately cease all action.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something, oh, I’m so-”

“Absolutely not-” he takes a couple of moments to catch his breath “-I just want to come inside you, baby.” Sweet boy.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” I move from my knees to kiss him, letting my tongue explore his mouth, the taste of him still lingering in our swapping spit.

His forehead is painted a sheet of sweat.

“You need a moment?” I whisper sweetly.

“How about you take off your little outfit whilst I watch?” His devious smile is a new look on him, he’s so eager to take a turn at dominance.

“Damn.” I moan out.

Standing up fully, I reach for the hem of my shirt, letting it slowly slide up until I drop it on the floor beside me.

“You’ve been walking around with no bra?” He’s wide eyed and his mouth is gaped.

“It’s the end of the world, think I’m allowed some comfort.” I grin, reaching for the zipper of my skirt.

“No wonder, clone Ben can’t take his eyes off you.” His head lulls back before setting his eyes on me again.

“I’m all yours.” I look him dead in the eyes as I roll my skirt down my hips, letting my underwear join the garment. I bend slightly before letting it drop, he take the rest of his jeans off.

“Such a pretty little princess.” His words are sweet but there’s a dirty side to them.

I walk back over to him but before I make it to the bed he stands, grabbing my waist. He flips me onto the bed, my tits bounce up as I connect to the mattress.

“Shit, you’re so perfect.” He lets his knees connect to the sheets, settling himself between my legs.

“You don’t have to, baby.” I state as he lowers his frame.

“Oh, but I want to.” He repeats my words from before, smirking as he nips his teeth at the skin of my thighs.

He press small kisses and bites to my thighs, before sucking a large red mark, bang in the middle. I tense up, he’s teasing me, that’s my tactic.

He lets his head up further, moving his tongue up the side of one of my folds before quickly swiping over my clit and down the other one, barely lingering on the set of nerves.

“Ben.” I plead, he’s enjoying his new found dominance too much to grant what I want.

I feel one of his fingers trace a line down my entrance, not pushing it in. He does this a few times until I’m whining in wait.

“Please.” I whisper. He smiles softly at me, giving in.

His tongue connects to my clit as he finally pushes a single finger inside me. I relax into the pillow.

His small kitten licks are enough for now as his middle finger is curling sweet thrusts upwards.

I let myself drown in the pleasure and presence of him, my only love. I’d give anything for a single one of his desires.

He himself grows tired of the slow pace, inserting two more digits into me, whilst increasing the speed of his tongue.

“Oh, fuck.” My head dents into the mattress, my hands fumbling to grip the paper white sheets before deciding to wrap around his hair.

His fingers are setting a hard curling pace, hard and rough. His mouth wraps around my clit, emitting small fast sucks, whilst also moving his tongue up and down.

“Shit, Ben.” I’m almost crying from the pleasure and I’m certainly light headed.

It’s building up, fast and sure.

I tighten my hands around his locks, his hips are grinding slow thrusts into the sheets.

This is so hot. He’s so good, too good. Fuck.

His pace doesn’t falter of fail and I clench around his fingers as I come for the second time tonight.

“Ben!” I cry out, broken moans follow. He slows down his speed, letting me ride out my high to the last second.

“Oh, fuck, you’re getting fucking phenomenal at that.”

“I have an amazing teacher.” He breaths out, chest heaving, his hips have stop grinding against the mattress.

“I almost feel bad for keeping you all to myself.” I lift his chin with my hands, bringing him to my eye level.

“You don’t mean that.”

“You’re right, I don’t.” I connect my mouth to his in a messy kiss, his lower face still soaked in my cum, the taste doesn’t bother me in the slightest.

I wrap my legs around his middle, letting the make out last longer.

He presses his body down further, letting his abs rub up against my sensitive clit, a whine exits.

“I want you to ride them some time.” He states as he moves to kiss down my neck.

“Are you trying to kill me?” Poor choice of words.

“At least we’d be invisible together.” He makes an off hand joke.

He finds a spot and starts creating a mark with his teeth, delivering gentle kicks to soothe the pain. He repeats this a few times until I’m littered in them.

“There’s no pain in the void, only pleasure.” He’s so devious.

“Guess we have that to look forward too.” I reference the situation of the burning and collapsing world around us, I feel so safe with him that I’m not afraid anymore.

“You still wanna keep going?” He asks, his eyes boring deep into mine.

“You did just hear yourself, right?“ He rolls his eyes at me before softly kissing me, I untangle my legs from around him.

He’s still hard, leaking with pre cum, his tip is so red it looks painful.

“Fuck, I’m sorry for neglecting you like this, baby.” I look at him with kind eyes.

“Worth it, I love watching you writhe beneath me.” Those words. I have never heard those words fall from those pretty lips, but oh, do I want to hear them again.

“Fuck me, now.” I slide my hands down his biceps.

He moans out.

“Well, I wasn’t going wait until later.” He wraps his veiny hands around himself, letting a slow tug of his own before lining up with my entrance.

He takes his time pushing in, letting me feel every single inch of him, exactly how we like it. I’m so eager for ruin but for him, I have all the patience in the world.

He finally bottoms out, pressing his head against mine as his forearms find the spaces between my head.

He kisses the corner of my mouth before pulling almost all the way out, then sliding in, a torture worthy slow move.

He picks up his speed with every push of his hips, until he’s found a steady rhythm. It’s slow and hard and passionate.

He slides his fingers down the valley of my tits, down my middle until his thumb meets my clit. Slow circles and changes of pressure make my head fuzzy and eyes close.

“Let me see those eyes, princess. Please?” He’s so gentle, even when defiling me.

I flutter then open to see his perfect face staring back at me.

His pace starts to quicken but not lighten, his thrusts are still rough and deliberate.

The speed of his thumb against my clit has also fastened. He hiked one of my legs up around his shoulder, hitting a deeper spot then before.

“Ben, oh, fuck.”

“Shit, baby.” He moans out, his head meeting my opposite shoulder.

“Flip me.” I moan.

He’s silent but does as so. turning me into my stomach and wasting no time entering me again.

I press my chest into the pillow, arching my back at the complete destination of my body.

He’s railing me with such devotion and sentiment I can’t stop the tumble of moans and whines coming out of me.

“Rougher.” I plead.

“What if I hurt you?” He grunts out, still remaining his good boy attitude.

“You won’t, destroy me, please?” I grip the pillow in front of me.

“Fuck, I’m so lucky.” He laughs out before slamming hips hips into me, his hip bones creating friction against the back of my thighs.

He rains down a spank to my ass, gripping at the skin as an anchor.

He’s moaning with every delivered thrust.

His name is the only thing I see and think. His fingers find my clit again, rubbing fast and tight circles like his life depended on it.

Ben. Ben. Ben. Ben. Ben.

“Ben!” I moan out his name as my final orgasm hits me like a freight train, it’s soul wracking.

He lets out the loudest strangle moan I’ve heard him muster, spilling everything into me.

No need for contraception when you’re dead.

The unlocked door to the hotel room bursts open.

“Y/n, I heard you calling m-”

I whip my head around from it place on the pillow to see a face of horror, replacing the rushed tone of his previous statement. He’s completely shaken by the view of his clone balls deep in me.

Dickwad Ben.

“Fuck, you asshole! Get out!” I throw the pillow at him, he slams the door shut.

Ben pulls out of me.

I look towards him to see him silencing a laugh.

“Are you serious?” I stare him down but the more he’s laughing the easier it is to join in.

Soon we are in fits giggling on the sweat soaked sheets.

“Oh-ho, shit! He’s gonna go tell everyone! Fuck, I gotta go explain myself.” I shout out still in a gaggle of laughter.

“Take me with you, I gotta see how it plays out.” We hurry to dress ourselves, his cum still leaking out of me.

“Here.” He tosses me his jacket.

“You’re a doll.” I kiss him on the cheek.

“A spooooooky one.”

“Shut up, pretty boy, let’s go do some damage control.”

[arlertaddict]

Boys who...

Boys who you tie up, use multiple sex toys on, and are overstimulated until they're crying and begging.

🔞 NSFW 🔞 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 🔞 AGELESS BLOGS DNI 🔞 18+ 🔞 SMUT 🔞 ADULT CONTENT 🔞

Warnings: nsfw, gender neutral reader, dom reader, multifandom, multicharacter, sub characters, bondage, anal play & fingering, sex toys, prostate massager, wand vibrator, crying, dacryphilia, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, fucked dumb, precum, slight spit/drool, they cum in your mouth, this could possibly be considered dubcon.

Boys who let you tie them tight to te bed frame, not worried in the slightest because they're sure you'll be nice.

Boys who are just a little hesitant when you lube up a finger and circle it around the rim of his hole because he's still getting used to the sensation, but are quickly squirming and crying for you to please just put it in already.

Boys who try to stay quiet but can't help but whimper and whine as your fingers continually prob and rub at his prostate as you thrust them in and out.

Boys who were oh so confident at first and are now pathetically and uncontrollably bucking and swivelling their hips into nothing.

Boys who thought having something stuffed into his hole wouldn't affect him too much, but are proven wrong when you push a prostate massager into him and he feels a pleasure like an electric currently buzz through his body.

Boys who have never used toys before realising what they were missing out on.

Boys whose cocks leak a steady drool of precum onto their bellies when you graze a wand style vibrator over his balls and down his taint.

Boys who can't help but unsuccessfully try to thrash around when you turn on another wand vibrator, this time, one that has an attached sleeve to go around his pretty cock that you use to jerk him off to add to the sensation of the vibration, the rumbles of which he can feel in his tummy like butterflies.

Boys who are close to cumming within only a few minutes of having three toys used on him at the same time, but who can blame him?

Boys who are close but not quite at the edge yet suddenly thrown off it when you lean down to lick and suckle at the wet tip of his cock.

Boys who can't fathom the fact that even with his cum on your tongue and dripping down your chin, you haven't moved to turn a single toy off.

Boys who whine that it's too much and beg you to please turn it off, it hurts even if his cock is still hard, the tip still flushed red, his balls somehow still full.

Boys who have tears running down their face and drool dripping down their chin when they cum for the second time in a row.

Boys who cry out in both pleasure and pain when you still don't let up and only move to lightly pinch his nipples as you leave the toys to continue bzzz bzzz bzzz-ing.

Boys who lose all control of their bodies as they clench their jaw, their thighs tremble, legs thrash, hips jump, and hands clench around nothing, knuckles white at the headboard he's still tied to.

Boys who are so overstimulated that their begging cries of please, please, please! are unintelligible gibberish to your ears.

Boys who have become so dumb that they have no choice but to submit to your every whim and want, now simply your plaything to do with what you wish.

Boys who, despite the crying and begging for that to be the end, wouldn't choose to stop you if given the option anyway.

Boys.

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Blue Lock: Chigiri, Bachira, Nagi, Reo.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo, Yuuji, Yuuta.

Your Turn to Die: Joe, Alice, Kai.

Tokyo Revengers: Sanzu, Baji, Mikey, Draken, Chifuyu, Inui, Rindou, Kokonoi.

Bungou Stray Dogs: Ranpo, Dazai, Chuuya, Akutagawa, Atsushi.

Tokyo Ghoul: Hide, Haise, Juuzo, Naki.

Chainsaw Man: Denji.

Death Note: Matt, Mello, L.

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Black Clover: Yuno, Magna, Finral, Klaus.

Fruits Basket: Haru, Yuki, Kyo, Shigure.

Danganronpa: Hajime, Nagito, Kazuichi, Gundham, Leon, Mondo, Taka, Fuyuhiko.

Sk8 the Infinity: Reki, Joe, Cherry.

Demon Slayer: Inosuke, Obanai, Douma.

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[klausluvr]

True Pleasure — A Klaus Mikaelson Smut (18+)

Summary: weeks after their departure, Klaus goes to see his ex-lover sing at the local Cabaret. Things get heated quickly.

Contents: edging, dom!Klaus, a little pain (as a treat), degradation, oral (both receiving), angst, dirty talk

Made this really long for ya.

True Pleasure

An evocative melody is brought to the cabaret from the lips of his woman. Her voice fruity and raw, she sings about passion, about drive, about madness and sex. She is alight, his woman. Her skin glows by the lights, and her voice slides through the air like a serpent right into his ears and fills his body with heat.

They had been separated for some time since one of his lovers from the past — hungry for his attention once more — ripped a wound into their relationship. It was not that he ever truly desired Aurora whilst with his woman, but it was vital that he portray a false interest toward her so his plan in retrieving his younger sister would work (as well as other reasons he now deemed irrelevant). His lover refused to see this plan, however, and so they were forced to part. And by part, it is meant that they were no longer official, though she remained with the Mikaelsons. It was her that broke it off, impulsive and exhausted of chasing him. He pretended to be okay with it. In fact, he feigned relievement, though he was never good at pretending with her.

But that didn’t mean that they couldn’t still have some fun. They hadn’t been intimate in its typical definition, but the glances, little touches, vague sentences to each other and the reminisces in their beds alone were indicative enough that while the love had been damaged, the lust had not.

Here he was now, watching her at a table as she lied to the bar about how much she wanted them with her hips, with her hands and the rumbles of her voice. She did not sing music she wrote herself but from the greats, yet somehow she made them appear new again. With a fur coat wrapped around her, she teases the audience with what she’s wearing underneath in little snippets like when she opens, up her arms, a little lace on her skin is on show. Her makeup is reminiscent of the ‘40s, only darker and fantastical, and her hair is, too. The woman is beautiful, endlessly sultry in her nature.

From the stage she shifts her eye-line through the audience, observing reactions and reading energy. She feels the collective stare from the audience — all genders alike — and it is like she can hear their erotic thoughts. Granted, there are a few women who glare at her and scoff, but that only urges more from her. More, more, more.

When her gaze meets Klaus’ for the first time that night, her initial reaction is shock. He hadn’t come to a performance of hers in a few weeks now since their departure. He had missed a few nearing the end of the relationship for another woman. This reaction is followed by anger, so she swings her hips with vigour. When she sings, she gifts the audience the implication of what her moans sound like; rich and breathy, dark and heavy. As blocked for her set, she takes off her fur coat and drops it on the stage next to her, revealing a vintage-looking black lace one piece with stockings. This is received with a roar. She smiles, her eyes glossy not with tears, but with praise. In the audience, Klaus silently shifts in his seat and narrows his eyes. He grasps onto his glass. It is like he could feel his expression darken with rage and lust for her at the same time and it was not new to him, not at all. Often would she pull a stunt akin to this one to bring out the near worst in him. Often did she succeed.

She eyes him every so often when she performs. Not so much as to single him out, but to keep an eye on him. Every time her eyes meet his she feels herself being drawn into him as if by rope. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t like it, that she would change it if she could, despite what he did to her. What could she say? She was a fool for nature.

She would never get old to him. Throughout his millennium of living he would bed a person so many times that their charms would fade on him, they became too usual. But not with her. He had seen her perform many times — both in public and in private, just for him — and each time it was like she became better. Sexier. He was always hungry and she was always ready to provide. This is only illuminated with the fact that it had been so long since he had watched her like this: her hips swinging, the mountain of cleavage spilling over her fitted garment. He missed it. It made his groin ache, his mind flare with a burning desire, images of their past stir in his mind. Images of pleasure, of her submission; the face she made when she came, the sounds of her begging for it. The little minx. He tilts his head and tugs his lip into a righteous smirk at her.

When the performance is done, she waves the audience goodbye, picks up her coat and leaves the stage. Her heels are heard clicking into the wings. She is the closing act of the night as she often is. She liked it that way, ending the night so big. She wraps her fur coat around her and thanks those who complimented her on her way to the back of the building to collect her things.

It is not too long before she feels his presence behind her as she bends down to pick up her bag. She allows herself to be surprised that he came for another moment as she rises from her position and turns around to face the man. She was half expecting him to go home, hell, she wouldn’t have expected him to come in the first place. She appears stoic as she faces him. He is a few metres from her.

She tilts her head. With her heels, they are around the same height, Klaus only a little taller.

He is stood with an infuriating arrogance that could only be attributed to Klaus Mikaelson. Standing tall, his chin lifted, the arches of his brows raised, and a gaze so intense she would have looked away if she wasn’t capable of reciprocating it.

“Why are you here?” she finally asks.

His smirk elongates. “I came here to enjoy my most favourite singer. Am I allowed to do that?”

“Your favourite singer? Which one of us are you onto now?” Scoffing, she walks past him in pursuit of the exit, pushing his shoulder with hers as she passes him.

“I was referring to you.”

She freezes. “You’re not funny.” she says, her voice descending in pitch as she faces him again.

“Sure I am! But I’m not joking, love. I am here to see you.”

She believes him, but she doesn’t want to. The look on his face as she set her eyes on him again did, in fact, portray a vulnerable honesty. His eyes a little wide now, his shoulders a little tense through his arrogance. Throughout their relationship she had grown attune to his lies, detecting them like sprawling her hand over velveteen and then burning it after. It had become a talent of hers.

The anger hadn’t left her, and he could see it. It turned him on as it did upset him.

“How very kind of you.” The manager of the bar walks past and compliments her show. She thanks him lightly with a workly smile on her face, telling him she’d see him soon. She continues walking.

“Oh, come on now. Don’t be spiteful.” he mocks, all evidence of vulnerability suddenly vanished.

“Spiteful!” she exclaims. “You can be with other women and parade them around our home but when you seek true pleasure, Klaus, it is me you go to, your favourite singer.” She stops outside of the bar and props one hand on her hip. Out of her bag, she retrieves a cigarette and her lighter. Her brows furrow as she lights it up.

He laughs at her, low and dark and ceases most distance between the two. His ache intensifies at the proximity. He leans into her ear and coos, “And what of your true pleasure, darling, hm?” He lifts her chin with his index and middle finger.

Her lashes flutter. She is breathless for a moment as she grows cognizant of her ache, too. Her voice is enriched with some vocal fry as she speaks, her tone bitter. “My true pleasure comes from the knowledge that when I perform, I could take anyone from the audience that I wanted. That they know it, that you know it. It comes from their hopes of being picked, and their inner knowing that they won’t be. It comes from my rage, baby.” She takes a drag of her cigarette, blowing the smoke in his face.

The two stare at each other for a moment, before he backs her up against the wall. She watches his eyes.

“Now that, that’s funny,” he says. His other hand plays with the fur on her coat. “‘Cause when we were together, you proved that it was I…” he nears the middle of the coat, “that granted you the most pleasure.”

Her brows up and her eyes widen, feeling her features shift into a doe-like expression without her consent — though not fully. His hand finds the middle of the coat and separates the outer garment. He fingers the lace. “Not a bunch of insolent drunken men. I know you, sweet thing, and you’d never stoop so low as to live for them. Who do you think you are lying like that, hm?” He pulls her waist in to his torso to the borderline of friction. The coldness of his ring penetrates into her skin. She clutches his leather jacket with one hand and wraps her head around the side of his neck with the other.

“Perhaps I think I’m at the heights that you think you are when you lie to me.” she whispers.

Klaus runs his tongue on his bottom lip. “I’d never lie about pleasure.”

“Wouldn’t you, honey?”

“Never,” he breaths out, taking her earlobe in her mouth and lightly grazing his teeth on it before moving onto her neck. He begins at the bottom, nearing his way up to the spot he knew she loved most, right under her ear. He kisses the spot with precision, sucking and lightly biting her. This earns him a moan, though completely different to the sounds she’d made on the stage; those were performance, controlled and teaseful; this is raw, it is needy, it is submissive. She pushes her chest toward his, pressing her breasts upon him. He sighs at the contact and runs his hand up her torso to grope one of them. The hand at his neck drops to his chest. He takes the cigarette and tosses it to the ground, stomping on it after.

“Why do you do this to me?” she asks softly into his cheek. Her eyes continue to flicker in between his eyes. A question with a myriad of meanings.

His head rises from her neck. He leans in even closer to where their lips are touching. “Someone ought to teach you a lesson, my sweet thing. For teasing me on that stage, for lying to me.” He cups her face with the hand that isn’t on her body and moves the one that is back to her waist and kisses her. His lips crash onto hers, forcing her to tilt her head back. The kiss is messy and fast. He is hungry and she is ready to provide. She emits a moan into his mouth. His lips move fast and she can only keep up so much, chasing him, trying to catch up to him. His previous precision had now gone. He licks her bottom lip then drags it through his teeth, drawing a little blood. Then, he pecks her. “Someone also ought to remind you of what true pleasure is.”

Always needy, she nods, then rolls her hips into his. With fabric of his jeans against the bare flesh of her thighs, the friction makes her whine. She does it again.

Klaus moans and pushes off of her, and she pouts. He tells her to follow him, and she does until they reach his car. They both climb into it. Beginning to realise what it was that she was doing, she internally curses herself. She turns her head toward him as he starts the engine. She can’t leave now, she’s aware of it — not because he’d force her, but because she needed him. What was meant by that was unknown to her, but she doesn’t want to know. What she wants is to indulge.

The drive from the bar to the Mikaelson residence is not a far one. He rides fast, hands gripped to the wheel and the gearstick, his eyes narrowed on the road before him. He plays on the ideas of what to do with her: a good spanking? Torturous edging? Degradation? She ponders the same thing. She feels her face get hot and her muscles weaken at the possibilities, at the memories of such past events. He does not turn the radio on, but the silence is not awkward. It is thick and it is knowing of what they’re about to do, the mistake they’re about to make.

Klaus stops the car and almost jumps out of it. She follows suit, only a little slower due to the heels she’s wearing. Rushing into the house, he tells her of his siblings’ whereabouts. Coincidentally, they’re all out of the house. Each and every one of them.

“So we’re alone. Did you tell them?” she ponders, following him into the compound.

“Tell them what, sugar?” he responds, making his way up the staircase.

“I don’t know. You seemed pretty one track minded coming up to me after the show. Was that decided before or after you enjoyed me?”

He laughs. “Oh, I’ve yet to fully enjoy you.” He pulls her into his bedroom — what used to be theirs — with a grin, “and I’m going to take my sweet time with it.”

She throws the fur coat onto the floor again and kicks off her heels. Then, she pulls him into a kiss of the same manner, gently pulling him down as she was now a few inches shorter again. She instantly surrenders control of it, letting him treat her mouth how he wants to. He smiles a little at this, groping her ass.

She pulls away and looks up at him. “Command me.”

He glares down at her for a moment, waiting for her to finish the statement as she used to, but she doesn’t. She just stands there, her eyes only a little wide, her cheeks flushed, quietly. His lover was always a fan of using pet names whether they degraded him or lifted him up. It was her love language. He wouldn’t even have to touch her before they flew out of her mouth — but still, she is quiet. He tilts his head as the realisation hits him: she is not fully committed to this.

Saying nothing, he turns from her and takes off his leather jacket. He hangs it on the hanger on the inside of the door and then removes his shirt with it. “Get undressed for me, sweetheart.” he tells her gently, now watching her again.

She removes the garment at a speed too slow for his liking. The teasing wasn’t obvious, but she wasn’t tearing it off her body like she used to either. When removing the one piece, she feels her breasts weigh down to their natural state. Then, she pulls off the stockings and the air becomes colder with her vulnerability. A shiver descends her spine, embarrassment follows it. She asks herself what she’s doing here, but she cannot think of a response. Her eyes meet for a moment and she climbs upon his duvet, red and silk. Klaus clenches his fists and moves toward the bed. The quiet haunts him, yet he does not change it. As he does this, the woman stretches down the duvet and sticks her ass up, still eyeing him, though now her eyes are half closed. She moans softly with a closed mouth.

He kicks off his shoes and kneels on the bed. She does not move. The sight of her is enthralling; it reminds him of tasting blood for the first time and how he knew he’d always need it — hot and crimson and thick. It reminds him of the smell of smoke and how with it, destruction was always near. It reminds him of the sounds of a siren calling her sailors to the sea; the sailor knowing what’s about to happen, where he is to go and how he is to go, yet still making his way down the sand anyway.

He reaches down to her chin and pulls her face upward until she is kneeling, too. With the same hand, he pushes her onto her back. She opens her legs for him to climb through and he does. He looms over her, his knee in between her thighs, though not touching her. Klaus adjusts her hair, she strokes his leg with hers, a silent beg to touch her. She whispers his name as he leans in to kiss her. “Patience, sweetheart. You know how it happens.”

She does. Oh, she does. But sometimes, she hates it. She strokes his leg with hers harder as he kisses her neck. He descends onto her collarbone and bites, though doesn’t draw blood. Then, her breasts. He gropes one with one hand, admiring how the skin sticks through the inbetween of his fingers and sucks onto the other. Noticing that his woman was trying to receive friction from his jeans, he pushes her down by her lower stomach. He looks up at her with a disapproving glint in his eye, though clearly amused, and spends a few moments there before moving down her stomach.

He can smell her lust for him. He had been able to the moment they stepped outside. It was getting harder to resist. For a man so fond of teasing, he is drawing desperate himself. “Talk to me,” he tells her.

When he is off her breasts, her hands are quick to latch onto them. “Would you touch me, Klaus? I need your mouth on me, honey. Please give it to me.” she whines, bucking her hips up. Now fondling at her hips, Klaus awaits a certain word, a certain shift in her tone – but nothing comes. Angry, he takes hold of one of her thighs and bites into it, sucking the blood out of it. This earns him a gasp which turns into a moan as he’d been expecting. He grumbles under his breath and it vibrates her skin.

He glares at her, but her eyes are closed. Her lips are open agape and she is still gripping at her breasts. He licks the excess blood off the wound that is failing to heal itself, then his lips, and runs his hand to her knee to her hips gently. He does this a few times and it riles her up. “Please do it.”

“Do what?”

“Klaus.”

“Do what, darling?”

She sighs, frustrated. “Pleasure me.”

He smiles a little and complies. He starts by kitten-licking her clit. He licks up her slit too slowly, pulling her even closer by the hips before lapping at her clit. She gasps his name and clings into the sheets, her chin pushed up. His pace varies, he slows down, sucking at her clit then going back to lapping at it. His grip on her thighs deepens. It pains her, but his lady was always a masochist; always hungry for her own demise. She pants, bucks her hips, and calls out his name, but she is not being loud enough. She is not saying what he wants her to, she doesn’t need him enough. The rage within him grows with his lust; the two emotions intertwining and mixing into a gorgeous desire. A desire for her submission, for her pleads, her apologies.

He starts sucking at her clit and soon after, she feels a familiar rumble in her belly, and she becomes louder. “Yes,” she cries, “please, give it to me.” And like a true gentleman, he does. She orgasms all over him. She emits a sound in between a yell and a squeal, and it sends immeasurable jolts of pleasure in Klaus. Like he lives off of it, he slurps up the aftermath of her orgasm, dipping his fingers into the warmth. Then, he kisses the skin above her clit and her whole body twitches.

He climbs atop of her again, kissing her sloppy until he meets her eyes. She sighs, and he slides his wet fingers into her mouth. She closes her eyes for a moment, gliding her tongue around and up and down his fingers and sucking at her own orgasm, then meeting his eyes again through her lashes. Her hands hold his wrist, and it brings her breast together. Klaus allows a little smirk to pull at his mouth. He drags his hand out and kisses her again. It feels like she is tasting herself all over again.

His woman reaches down and grabs his crotch. He hisses. She grabs him again, softer this time. “So impatient, aren’t you?” he taunts, and she pulls at his jeans to unbutton them. He slaps her hand away and laughs low from his belly.

She furrows her eyebrows and glares up at him. “It’s unfair that I’m naked and you’re not. Do you even wanna fuck me?”

“The question is, sweet thing, whether you deserve that.”

She scoffs. “I just had you all over me.”

Klaus leans in like he’s going to kiss her, but he stops when his lips brush onto hers. He grips her jaw. His voice is hoarse and low. “I only pleasure you because I feel like it. It was you who was begging for me to make you cum only moments ago. You, love, who was moaning and squealing and thrashing like the whore you always have been for me and only for me. Or am I mistaken?”

Her glare only intensifies, as does his rage. His hold on her face tightens. “Answer me.” he grunts.

His hot breath in her mouth. His words thrusting into her mouth so she is forced to eat them. She holds his stare for a few moments, trying to be strong, but she quickly begins to struggle. She feels tears prick her eyes and her body begin to relax into his. She doesn’t want to succumb, she tries to fight it off. But she is losing.

All that hurt he caused her. How he welcomed his ex-lover right into their home and paraded her like one would flaunt a new designer dress. All talk of his rage all the time, but what of hers? She’s beginning to feel like his again.

The glint of an impending victory in his eyes, in his breath, in his scowl. How he has her pinned against his headboard, holding her how he wants to, seeing her as he wants to. It spurs on so much pleasure and she loves it more than she resents it. Like she needs it. So, she gives in — though, again, not fully.

She blinks slowly at him, her expression softening. “No,” she says. “You’re not mistaken.”

Klaus humms, loosening his grip on her. “Almost good enough.” he says, kissing her softly yet with a contrasting dominance. She cups his face, wrapping her legs around his hips and squeezing. He moans into the kiss, struggling to restrain himself much longer. Her hand returns to his crotch and she grabs at him again.

“Come fuck me,” she tells him.

“How?”

She unbuttons his jeans and pulls them to his knees along with his underwear. He finishes the job by shifting his position to remove the garments entirely, throwing them on the floor with vigour before climbing back on top of her. As he does so, she tells him how she wants it.

“Hard,” she says. “Fast. Rageful. But ultimately, the choice is yours, is it not?”

“And why is that?” Klaus asks, caressing her shoulder.

“‘Cause you need to inhabit someone.” She kisses the side of his mouth. “And I need to be inhabited.”

“Need is a strong word.” he almost whispers. He searches her face for something he can’t quite name.

“We’ve always known it.”

Klaus breaks eye-contact as he moves off of her body. With furrowed eyebrows and a tight jaw, he opens her legs apart so wide that the outsides of her knees are lying flat on the bed. He holds them in place at her ankles. Her words are not a lie, but aren’t totally the truth either. She speaks as though he did not embody the name of love for her. He teases them both by running his tip up and down her slit and she whines. He laughs. He savours the feeling of her arousal all over his cock, but he wants more. He thinks of how much he worshipped her, and how all of that seems to have left her mind. He lines himself up to her and then, he dives in.

The entrance into her pussy is gentle, like he is afraid. Like he is new; but Klaus Mikaelson is too skilled to be new, too filthy. His lover hums in satisfaction, and the moan that falls from his lips is rich, desperate for more. His next thrust is a lot more rough. His pace is quick. His hold on her ankles tightens. “Baby,” she mewls at him.

God, he needed this. If the feeling of inside of her was not enough, then the sight of her all sprawled out for him with the sounds of her cries are were a paradise. An unsafe, addictive high that in moments like these, he was grateful to be alive.

He grunts, his thrusting fastening even more. Her arms shoot up to her hair, then she pushes her hands into her own skin until they find her breasts again. She was grinning. He would not last.

“Talk to me.” he demands again.

Her obedience is instant. “I love it when you fuck me, baby, fast and good. I need it.” In between her words are moans and gasps. She reaches a hand down to rub at her clit.

“Are you sorry to me?”

This makes her laugh. “No.”

He digs his nails into her skin. “Don’t be such a slut, sweetheart.”

She laughs again and hums. She gives him a look that was a mixture of malicious and needy. His eyes are dark. He takes her hand off her clit.

She was close. His woman never lasted too long. She was not a master of restraint at all like he was. The growing volume and pitch of her moans. She calls out his name again. Suddenly, he pulls out of her.

“You wanna cum, baby?” he says, crawling up her again. Her brows are curled up and she is shaking a little.

“Mhm, please.”

“I’ll consider it.”

She understood what he meant: he wanted her to prove something. Gently, he pushed himself off of her. He sat upright on the bed and leaned his elbows on the pillows, watching her, saying nothing, just watching her. His legs were open, and she climbs in between them until she’s met with his cock.

She swirled her tongue around the tip, tasting herself on him again. She kisses it, her mouth moving down his shaft and licking back up it again. He tangles his hand in her hair, a warning to stop teasing. She takes him in her mouth, holding onto his thighs for support. She moans, the vibration brilliant. Her head bobbing up and down him, she realises this is a form of an apology, as they had both done to each other so many times, but she couldn’t stop herself. As she moves up and down his cock, her tongue flicks him softly. Her mouth, wet and small, would amaze him every time.

Finally, he pulls her off him. She looks up at him for approval. He gives none but he does soothe her hair, which is enough for her.

She climbs atop of him and with her eyes, asks if she can ride him.

“You have to need it,” he says.

“You know I need it. You know.”

“Yet no apology is given to me.”

“Mhm. Always the saint, Klaus Mikaelson.” Another laugh escapes her, and she sinks down on him. They both moan again together.

“What are you fighting?”

She rides him, her pace not almost as fast as his. His hands dance up from her hips to her shoulders, her shoulders down her breasts and down her stomach into her hips again and repeat. Her pace quickens and she soon is close again. His hand attacks her clit, cooing sweet nothings to her.

“I’m so close. Please.”

He shakes his head. “You’ll wait until I allow you.”

“I can’t hold on for much longer.” she cries.

“You will because I want you to. Look at me.”

She does. The bounce of her breasts, the feel of her soft skin. Her eyes — entirely enriched with need, the power within them before now almost faded. It all invokes a twist of a smirk at his lips.

“You’re unfair, Mr. Mikaelson.”

“Yet you need it.” he replies.

She is a mess. She is panting, crying out, flushed, gripping at his shoulders for stability, trying not to orgasm. She clenches around him and he squeezes his eyes shut for a second. Seeing that she was struggling, he helps her by thrusting up.

Klaus grunts and takes one of her hands in his. He reminds her to look at him and she does. “Give it to me, sweetheart. Come on.”

“That’s what you want?”

“It’s what I deserve, you know that.” He brings her in close and kisses her neck. “Give it to me.”

She is not necessarily regretful, as he had done far worse, but she did know that lying to him was wrong. That teasing him, luring him in for fun and putting him down was wrong. Was she sorry? He knew she wasn’t. He just wanted the satisfaction of the phrase. That is something they both knew.

It was why she’d been fighting it off. Why she’d been distant, not submitting entirely. She wanted to pleasure him and wanted to be pleasured, but to grant him such an ego-trip felt embarrassing. To cry out an ‘I’m sorry’ after he broke her heart. She told herself it wouldn’t happen, but not even she could deny her own masochistic. As the restraint becomes more and more difficult, the apology becomes more and more appealing. She needs to release.

“Don’t to this to me. Don’t be mean.” she breathes out.

He moves from her neck and kisses her. “I’d argue you are meaner.”

She squeaks. “No, no, I can’t do it.”

He pulls at her hair. “I need you to, sweetheart.” he cooes, all nice and pretty for her. His orgasm was nearing, but he wouldn’t until she gave in.

He rubs her clit faster and and faster and fucks her until she was at the very edge. Squeaking and mewling, she shakes her head and pleads him more, but she orgasms anyway.

As soon as it hits her — her mouth open wide and shoulders tense — her apologies fly from her mouth. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, baby, I am.” The words are mushy and ill-articulated, but it is an apology nonetheless, and a damn right good one.

Klaus grins, gripping at her shoulders, and cums with a loud groan. “Oh, atta-girl, atta-girl.” His cock twitches inside her and his orgasm spurts within her. The sensation of it makes her body shudder.

She falls onto him with a hum, her eyes closed. Klaus strokes her hair, his smile still curved onto his face. They sit in silence for a few seconds.

“Well done, baby girl. How are you feeling?”

She only hums in response, earning a laugh from him.

“Would this count as makeup sex?” he jokes, nuzzling his face onto her head.

His woman smiles, tracing his shoulder. “I’m not actually sorry.”

“I know. I just wanted to hear you say it.”

“I'm sure you did.”

As he lifts her off him and sets her body next to his, shame begins to stir in her stomach.

[winters-hysteria]

nsfw aged up f. hargreeves nsfw alphabet

you've been warned, minors din

A= Aftercare (what they're like after the act)

i feel like five would seem like he's trying not to care but seeing you laying there all pretty after he's ruined you turns on his absolute *need* to make sure you're okay

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

his favorite part of himself is his hands. they're strong and really nice looking, and he can use them to grab you/push you around roughly and/or gently pin your wrists down 

fav part of you is your ass. there was this one scene (can't remember the episode) but he stared at somebody walking out the door with a really weird smile and his eyes popping out and idk i feel like he'd do the same thing to you walking out a door, just stare and then klaus walks over like "eheheheh whatcha lookin' at buddy buddy boy bro brother homie" and he's just like "oh nothing nothing that interests ur gay ass anyways"

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

he'd love to finish inside you, but even if you don't let/want him to (which he will totally respect) he likes to cum in your mouth or your breasts, even if you are a part of the itty bitty titty community

tbh i think he'd like that even more bc (he has a size kink i'll get into that next )

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

he has a SIZE KINK. a really really nearly insatiable size kink. 

i believe he'd like it if his S/O was really small / petite cause it makes him look SO MUCH BIGGER than you and goddammit if he doesn't get even hornier when you're on your knees for him and he looks down to see ur pretty lil hand wrapped around his cock

E= Experience (do they know what they're doing)

seeing as i write for five in his 20s, i think he might know sort of what he's doing but he's gonna need a lot of guidance. he also likes to play dumb when it comes to touching you cause he likes seeing you touch yourself and also it helps a lot with him learning what and where to touch

F= Favorite position

uhhhh this mfer's favorite position is 100% cowgirrrrrl

he loves seeing you on top of him I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH

either that or having you below him is just *AAAAAAA*

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

he can be really really serious, but this man does crack jokes in the bedroom from time to time.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

he keeps himself  pretty nicely groomed, cause yk carpet matches the drapes

and also i hc that he just feels gross if he doesn't

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

god oh god oh god

the can be *SO* rough, but during nights when he has you all to himself, it's slow, sensual,,,, mmmmmmm yummy

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

he does this whenever you're not around, but his right hand will never ever evah substitute for the feeling of your warmth clenching around him.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

bondage, daddy, sadomasochistic power top, dom/sub vibes, possibly a little bit of wax play, definite knife play, coffee kink, mommy kink mommy kink mommy KINK, power play, size kink, choking kink, degradation/praise, roleplay

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

literally anywhere but prefers his bed or yours so he can tie you up

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

you could probably wave to him and he'd be half hard, like baby you don't need to do anything just move two steps to the left and ur gonna get your pussy pounded

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won't do)

he absolutely will not get you pregnant, bitch. you've got a world to save, he doesn't have time to be a dad.

scat, piss, vomit, necro, that type of stuff

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

fuc-king hell he loves giving, but won't ever say no to a good ol' bj

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

he can last a l o n g time. 

he also won't change his pace unless you beg for it

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

he likes quickies, but really prefers to go nice and soft and slow with you

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

he's open to it, but ya know he doesn't want to hurt you.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

im saying about ten or so and then he gets tired

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers) 

has a whole ass collection of bad dragon products to use on you

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

oh lord this man will tease you until you are barely conscious.. 

"you like that little slut?"

the HEAVY breathing *UH*

when you do dominate him, he loves to be teased and will literally scream your name when you finally let him cum.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

definite heavy panting, but since he doesn't really have a filter he moans a lot too

he will degrade/praise tf outta you baby

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

okay but he wants you to top him.

he gets tired of topping sometimes and just wants to let you take over.

so do it, baby. 

do it.

X= X-ray (what's down below in dem pants)

i'm thinking he's a little above average, 7 inches or so

thick, veiny, and a pretty pink head :>

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

he is ALWAYS horny and always looking for some way to grind against you or just fuck the shit outta you

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

so he falls asleep about an hour after because that's when his body just starts to shut down, but he doesn't realise that so sometimes he'll be standing upright doing something and then all the sudden you have to catch him bc he just fell asleep standing