October 13: Somnophilia (Elijah Mikelson)💚
Warnings: 18+readersonly, Somnophilia, pet names, smut, blood mentions
Copyright: I do not own the Mikelson brothers or any other TVD/TO/Legacies characters. I also do not condone any copying of this.
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Elijah watched you as he slept, the book he'd been reading when you'd gone to sleep propped open in his lap, his page kept only by a singular finger between the pages. His thoughts however, were on your sleeping form.
The two of you hadn't slept together in almost three weeks, a near impossible feat since you usually couldn't keep your hands off of each other. But a competition had ensued, not just between you and him, but all of the other couples in the Mikelson compound. Klaus had lost about two days in, and Rebecca at a week when Marcel decided he'd rather lose the competition. But Kol and Freya were both still in with Davina and Vincent respectively. And neither you nor Elijah liked to lose.
But you were torturing him. Your body, naked and smooth under the expensive silk sheets. Your beautiful H/C hair was tossed around your head like a halo on the pillow. Your facial expression was soft, full of peace. You were tempting.
Perhaps a little taste wouldn't hurt.
Elijah vamped to the bedroom door silently, listening to the world outside of your bedroom. Both Klaus and Rebecca were already at it with their respective partners and Elijah quickly stopped listening to them. Kol and Davina weren't even in the compound, and Freya and Vincent sounded like they were asleep.
He locked the door quietly, vamping back to the bed, watching you for movement. He smiled to himself as you stayed none the wiser to him, continuing to sleep peacefully.
He gently pulled the sheet back, which caused you to roll over, searching the warmth back out. He took one of the fluffy blankets you liked, laying it across the top of your body, leaving your legs bare, your glistening cunt still exposed to him. You settled down, rubbing your cheek against the soft material, hugging the warmth.
Elijah ran his fingers lightly across your folds, finding that you were somewhat wet already, though definitely not ready for anything he wanted to give you. He worked slowly and methodically, running his fingers up and down your slit, teasing your clit lightly with each one.
He enjoyed watching your face more, seeing your brow furrow just a little, nose twitching as your body felt the pleasure, but your mind not awake to comprehend it in full.
He pushed two fingers in all the way, feeling the way you contracted around him, more loosely than if you had been awake, juices starting to trickle down them as your body automatically reacted.
As for you, you were deep in sleep, dreaming about Elijah in fact. It had started out innocently enough- on a picnic in fact, by the ocean. But it had changed drastically now, with you spread out on the picnic blanket, Elijahs' tongue deep within you as the main course.
Elijah ran his tongue through your folds, tasting you as more juices leaked from you. You uttered a tiny moan in your sleep, hands clenching the fluffy blanket just a little tighter. Elijah smiled, before pulling away.
You wished you could touch Elijah, his mouth pulling away from your pussy way to soon. You could've sworn you would've cum right then and there, wishing that he hadn't teased you. Or that this wasn't a dream and you could do this awake. But your subconscious continued to drift, watching as Elijah stood, framed against the setting sun, as he removed his shirt.
In reality, Elijah had only removed his suit jacket, simply rolling the sleeves of his crisp white shirt up to his elbows, his fingers back inside of you, stroking your walls, feeling you shudder and pulse. You mumbled something incoherent in your sleep, your fingers drifting across your own chest to touch your soft nipples.
In your dream, Elijah was teasing your nipples with his fingers and you swore you could really feel the pleasure. You were starting to become more conscious of the fact that this was just a dream, your sleep becoming lighter as you slowly began your wake up process.
Elijah finally undid his belt, watching your chest rise and fall a little quicker than it had been. With his enhanced senses, he could hear your breathing pick up and could smell the thick scent of your arousal as it started to slick down your thighs.
He folded his dress pants up, laying them neatly over the chair, but tossed his boxers into the hamper before climbing back onto the bed with you. His hands hooked under your thighs, pulling you closer to him, before plunging into you.
He quickly put a hand over your mouth as a high-pitched noise, something between a whimper and a moan broke from your throat. Your eyes fluttered, but you didn't wake still, though your body arched just a little, before slumping back down into the sheets. You half tossed the blanket from your arms, twisting on the bed.
He picked up the pace, hoping to fuck you awake, though keeping a tight hand over your mouth so you hopefully didn't make to much noise. Elijah could feel the pleasure coursing through him, the weeks of not being able to relieve himself whenever he wanted fueling him as he fucked into you faster.
Your eyes finally opened, still sleep filled and confused. Your hand lightly caressed the one over your mouth, your eyes moving back and forth as you took in the scene in front of you. They closed again as you arched your back once more, this time cumming on his cock, biting on your tongue so you didn't make a noise.
"Good girl." Elijah praised barely in a whisper, making you shudder around him at the praise, "Give me another."
Your nails dug into his pristine shoulders, drawing blood as you did everything in your power not to make noise. Elijah could smell your blood as your teeth dug into your bottom lip. His fingers worked your clit, making you cum again, the smallest of squeaks dying in your throat.
Elijah finished inside of you, biting his own tongue to stay quiet this time. When the two of you had come down off your highs, he lowered his hand from your mouth to the sheets underneath.
"Well good morning." You mumbled, still somewhat sleepy. The abrupt wake up still had your mind spinning.
"Not quite darling." Elijah chuckled, glancing over at the clock and seeing it was three in the morning.
Suddenly you pouted, "Did we lose the competition?"
"Oh no." Elijah said softly. "It didn't happen if you weren't aware of it now, did it?"
The realization came to mind and you slowly grinned, "I was fast asleep."
"Exactly." Elijah said, tossing the covers around so they covered both of you, holding you from behind. "Fast asleep."