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A/N: This was a request, mostly for Damon 🫠
𝑲𝒂𝒊 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓
❃ Kai can't get enough of torturing you
❃ He loves possessive, animalistic missionary
❃ Kai can be a bastard when it comes to your pleasure
❃ While trapped in the prison world together, you always found new places to enjoy each other's eternal company
𝑱𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒚 𝑮𝒊𝒍𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒕
❃ Pulling over for a quick creampie
❃ Jeremy is the king of water works
❃ He loves it when you wear his flannels
❃ His favorite position is whichever one pounds you into the mattress
𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒋𝒂𝒉 𝑴𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒐𝒏
❃ Distracting Elijah from his work
❃ Backshots from Elijah make you go feral
❃ You're usually not into receiving, but getting head from Elijah is a spiritual experience
❃ Imagine traveling with Elijah, and this is how you christen every place you go
𝑲𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒔 𝑴𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒐𝒏
❃ No doubt, Klaus has a bit of a breeding kink
❃ How Klaus wakes you up from a nap
❃ He loves to abuse your lack of a gag reflex
𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒍 𝑮𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒅
❃ You can barely take him whole
❃ Marcel swears you give pro top
❃ Fucking yourself back on his cock
❃ You're sore after every sleepover
𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆
❃ Damon has a way of driving you crazy with just his fingers
❃ Damon knows exactly how to put you in your place
❃ I'm sorry, but I'm a sucker for shower sex with Damon
𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒇𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆
❃ Hopping on Stefan's cock
❃ When it comes to intimacy, Stefan makes his feelings very clear
❃ Ripper!Stefan gives the most fantastic backshots
Going off the same idea of the reader being ok if they *ahem* take care of themselves so long as they don't wake them up. Could I have a one shot of Elijah doing this? If not it's ok 👉👈
Entrusting Him
Summary: After using sex as a stress reliever, Elijah begins to depend on it. Y/N shows him just how much she trusts him, and how much she loved him by giving him full access to her mind, body and soul.
Elijah had been increasingly possessive as situations got more tense. Niklaus was at the centre of the problems between not only the vampire but the witches and werewolves too. Having the threat over all of their heads, Elijah knew he had made the mistake of falling in love again.
But he couldn’t find it within himself to push Y/N away, instead he kept her impossibly close. If she didn’t leave his side, then he would always be there to keep her safe.
However, Y/N had began to help him unwind. Encouraged him to release his stress into her. Yet now he had come to rely on it. Suddenly aroused whenever things turned badly. The stressful the situation, the more control he needed not to pull her aside. Too many times had she sat beside him, gently caressing him through his trousers to keep him calm.
“You’ve turned me into a different kind of beast.” He whispered against her at night, his cock remaining embedded inside her until they had to leave the house again.
Elijah had come to waking her in the early hours of the morning, his body reacting to the knowledge that the next day will bring stressful meetings and confrontations.
“Y/N…” he’d whisper, stroking her face gently. “Please, doll.”
“It’s so early ‘Lijah.” She mumbled, rubbing her eyes.
“I know, I’m sorry.” He kissed her cheek then her mouth. “I need you.”
But so many times now, she had accidentally fallen back to sleep. Elijah would of course stop, lay down beside her in a state of desperation and exhaustion. Y/N only realised how badly he needed her when she woke, feeling movement beside her and turning to see him facing away, his hips rutting up into his own hand as he tried to keep himself quiet.
“Elijah…” she whispered, her hand resting in his shoulder as he came against the sheets. He wouldn’t look at her, too ashamed. “Shh…it’s okay.” She kissed his back gently and reached around him to feel his cock; still hard and leaking.
“Forgive me.” He breathed, knowing she already had as she stroked him through another orgasm.
Later, when she lay against him ready for bed again, she squeezed his hand in hers. “I don’t want you to do that again.” She whispered and he turned his head away.
“I won’t.” He promised, his fingers intertwining with hers as he held her tight. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, I’m not mad, Elijah.” She turned to kiss his jaw, her hands stroking his face gently. “Elijah?” She cooed, making him look at her despite his shame. “You don’t have to wake me up.” She uttered and he frowned before shaking his head.
“I couldn’t-“
“I want you to.” Y/N kissed his lips softly before hugging him to her, pressing her face to his neck. “I fall asleep with you inside me, I want to wake knowing you’re still there, that you’re satisfied and happy.”
“I won’t know if I’ve hurt you.” He frowned and she smiled at him, tilting her head.
“You know my body better than anybody.” She told him, “better than I do. You’ll know, Elijah.” Her head nodded. “Besides, I’m not saying to do anything crazy, just that you can and I know you want to.”
“But-“
“Just think about it.” She said, kissing him once more before settling down to sleep. Letting him slip between her legs to feel close to her.
In the morning, he could hear her words replaying through his mind over and over. But when he gently laid her on her back and lifted his shirt that she’d worn to sleep, he felt so guilty at the idea of fucking her.
Quietly, he spread her thighs. Elijah moved to lay on his front, pulling her legs over his shoulders to gently wake her pussy up. He was slow, caring as he licked and sucked at her in a way he knew would make her come undone quickly.
Once he’d lapped up any mess, he moved to hover over her. “I love you.” He whispered, pressing his forehead to hers as he pushed his cock back into her. She felt warmer than ever, her body so soft as she moved from his force. He gently placed his hands on her hips, not wanting her to jolt as he thrust deeply. “That’s it…” he murmured, his eyes darkening at the sleepy moan she let out. Elijah moved one hand down, pressing his fingers against her lower belly and his thumb to her clit. “Y/N-“ he groaned, his breath hot against her lips as he sped up, his body trembling as he fucked into her with growing intensity.
He felt as though electric was running through his veins, filling him with energy as he continued to plough into her through his orgasm and into another.
Y/N woke when he held her up, her back against the headboard and wall, her head limply laying against his neck, legs draped around him as he let out fast puffs of air. She moaned, her brows furrowed as she moved her hands up to his hair, curling into the thick strands as she lifted her legs to wrap around him properly.
“Elijah…” she whimpered, the sound sending him over the edge again. When he didn’t relent, she pulled back enough to look at his face. His hair stuck to his skin, his eyes red and dazed as his hips moved as though programmed. “Baby…” she cupped his face, moaning again when she felt her whole body give in, her legs shaking without her even realising. “Fuck…Elijah.” The sheets were soaked and she could see how swollen her pussy was. Her hands tugged his hair, her hips slowly rolling with his.
“Just one more.” He uttered, breathless and feral as he leaned down to suck her neck which she only now noticed was already a little sore. Y/N didn’t have to look in a mirror to know she was covered in love bites. “Please?” He breathed and she nodded, stroking his hair as he sunk his fangs down into her jugular, drinking slowly as he came again.
Y/N moaned, head back and body relaxed as he gradually brought his speed down. With one last thrust, he pulled his teeth away and kissed the wounds until the blood stopped. Y/N groaned when he pulled out, her body impossibly empty without her as he laid her down to the side, away from the damp sheets.
“Shh…” he murmured, stroking her head gently and biting into his own wrist but Y/N only smiled.
“Never wanna get rid of your marks.” She whispered, sleepier now that she was before as the lack of blood took its effect. Elijah knew she’d be okay, he’d perfected how much he could take.
“I’ll clean you up, okay?” He told her, cupping her face gently and smiling back at her when she nodded.
“Trust you.” She breathed before her eyes closed again. Elijah leant down to kiss her lips gently, hugging her body to him appreciatively because he knew she’d meant it.
Kinktober Day Eight: Primal Play with Klaus Mikaelson
Word Count: 4348
Summary: Teasing Klaus in an attempt to get his attention off his painting brings out his instincts to have you as the wolf inside him wishes.
Warnings: Primal Play, Chasing(basically sexy hidenseek), Blood Kink, Blood Sharing, Scent Kink, Unprotected PnV, Creampie, Clothed PnV, Teasing, Established Relationship, Some f!Masturbation, Some Cockwarming, Using Kol to Manipulate Klaus(Daniel Sharman!Kol bc he’s the best), One Mention of a Sex Toy, Nicknames(love, sweetheart.)
I’m obsessed with this one🫣 Photos edited together by me
[masterlist] [Kinktober ‘25]
The first time Klaus ever caught onto your scent he nearly tripped over his own feet. The wind had picked it up and carried it to him like the moment was ordained by nature herself. Even before you two officially started dating, he would catch himself discreetly inhaling your scent any time he was near you. He couldn't control it now that you were his especially on days like this when you would get all needy and desperate. As soon as you walked into his studio he could tell what you were up to, the smell of your arousal finding his nostrils within seconds of your arrival. You were ovulating, and you knew he could smell it on you, giving you the assumption that getting him to focus on you would be relatively easy. Even if he wasn't blessed with the enhanced senses of a hybrid, he would have been able to tell. You were prancing around the compound in his favorite of your dresses, one that fit your body perfectly and let the smell of you waft his way every time it moved.
“Klaus?” You practically sang in a sweet voice, checking on his painting by leaning into his side much more than necessary, letting him get a whiff of your freshly washed hair as he pressed a too soft kiss onto your cheek.
“Yes Love?” He kept his voice steady and disinterested, feigning a distracted look at his almost completed painting.
“Are you almost done?” You asked with a steady voice, trying to keep your composure despite wanting the man in front of you to take you right on the table.
“Not quite.” Klaus hummed and looked at you for only a second, training his eyes on your face in spite of your clear attempts to show off your cleavage. You whined, begging for his attention with your eyes that he so clearly kept avoiding. Instead of getting bitter right away you back off, flopping on the love seat with a perfect view of his painting, a view that was designated just for you. You let your eyes wander his frame, his fingers that were marked with paint conjuring images in your head of your skin smeared with those same colors. His shoulders were squared, eyes focused entirely on his painting that, to you, looked to be done. Or at least good enough for now. Your mouth watered at the flex of his hand and forearm as he left behind delicate brush strokes, the dampness of your underwear only getting worse with each second your eyes stayed on him.
You loved it when he let you watch him work. Watching his concentrated face and perfect posture as he built worlds on canvas was one of your favorite pastimes despite your current impatience. Klaus felt your eyes digging into every part of him they could see, undressing him in your mind and tempting him to give in to your desires. Instead a smirk grew on his face while he prepared to draw this out as long as possible, “Do you think it’s coming along nicely?” He asked, knowing full well you were not giving the art even a second glance.
“Hm?” Klaus laughed, turning around just in time to catch your eyes darting from him to his canvas, “I mean it looks really good Klaus, one of your best.”
“You know, if you do not care for my art I don’t think you should be allowed in my studio any longer.” He stated it so matter of factly that for a second you were genuinely offended, a frown quickly creasing your brow at his tease.
“I do care about your art,” You huffed, rolling your eyes and watching as he turned right back to his canvas, “I just wish you would care more about me than that painting.” You dared to grumble under your breath, knowing he would hear you, and knowing he would not like it. Klaus’ movements stilled, his brush tip now still against the canvas while only his head turned slightly in your direction.
“What was that?” His voice was darker and more demanding, sending shivers down your spine as you looked up at him with awe.
“Hm? Nothing.” You said with an almost innocent smile, quickly tugging your knees into your chest and stifling a laugh with your lip between your teeth.
“Yeah that’s what I thought.” He states simply before continuing the stroke of his brush exactly where he left off.
“Maybe you could paint me one of these days?” Klaus hears your voice slip into an even more provocative tone, but his eyes remain glued to his painting much to your dismay.
“I already have Love, many times actually.” Klaus smiled at the fond memories of the first time he had, you huffing, sitting in a chair older than your great grandparents and asking how much longer every ten minutes while he had worked on the portrait of you that now proudly hangs in the main hall of the Mikaelson compound, with the rest of his family.
“I meant in a different way,” You sigh, working your fingers up the skirt of your dress slow enough that you knew he could hear what you were doing, “A painting for your bedroom perhaps?”
“I have many drawings of the like, I draw you from memory often, don’t know if I need a painting too Sweetheart.” Klaus blatantly ignored your attempts again, however, this time with a shrug of his shoulders in a very non-Klaus manner, hinting to you that no matter what game you’re playing today, he was definitely getting that painting. You groaned loudly, the warmth in your abdomen spreading at the thought of Klaus having intimate drawings of you stashed away somewhere in here.
“You’re being mean Klaus.” You pout at him, rubbing yourself over your underwear and sending a fresh wave of warmth through your body.
“You like it when I’m mean.” You moan at his words, letting your fingers slip past the side of your panties immediately soaking your fingers and sending the smell of your need wafting through the air. Klaus’ hands stilled, gripping his brush so tight his knuckles started to turn white as his cock hardened against his zipper. A growl rumbled low in his chest and his eyes flashed golden, veins running down his cheeks like tears before he squeezed them shut for a split second and went right back to working on his painting.
“Are you really not gonna help me Klaus?” You whined louder now, unashamed of the countless enhanced ears that could be listening in, only caring about one thing, getting Klaus to fuck you. Your back arched off the cushion as you teased your entrance with two fingers, hissing dramatically and watching Klaus for any reaction.
“If you finger yourself on my couch this will go on for twice as long.” His voice rumbled slightly, still carrying a bit of the growl his wolf wanted to let out in protest of him denying you. Your fingers stilled instantly and your brows furrowed in frustration, tugging your underwear back in place with a huff of annoyance as you glared daggers at the back of Klaus’ head.
“If you won’t touch me and I can’t touch myself what am I supposed to do, huh?” You asked, the bratty tone in your voice increasing with each word, “Because I know you would lose your mind if I used a toy alone and there would be murder involved if I went out-”
“Don’t finish that sentence.” Klaus stated, his tone remaining even and emotionless somehow more unnerving than if he had sounded angry. Your eyes narrowed at the back of his head, an idea quickly taking shape as you hopped up off the couch with a smile Klaus didn’t see.
A discreet smirk tugged at his lips while he tossed his paintbrush aside to grab a rag and wipe his hands clean of residual paint, he stayed turned away from you fearing the sight of that dress from the back would crush his resolve but his ears perked up at the sound of your soft sighs while you exited his studio. Klaus loved to play his games, and as annoyed as you felt in the moment, he knew you loved them too. Which is the exact reason you quickly and confidently made your way down the steps to Kol, where he stood alone listening to music. He was still inside the body of the witch Kaleb, the height difference throwing you off for a second when you approached him. His music was loud enough that you knew Klaus wouldn’t be able to hear when you pushed onto your tippy toes to whisper in his ear.
“Play along will you?” Kol’s shoulders shook with a laugh, glancing at you for a split second over his shoulder before turning his music up just a little bit more.
“Lover’s quarrel?” He asked simply, a smile spreading across his face, shooting a look upstairs to the door of Klaus’ studio. You knew it wouldn’t take long for Klaus to follow your scent and find you here, and you knew how furious he would be to see you in a compromising position with his brother. Especially when said brother is inside the body of a man who looks like he was shaped by the gods.
“Not exactly, I just want to rile him up a bit.” You giggle, biting your lip at the thought of how Klaus would punish you for this.
“God don’t tell me I’m being used in some kink thing,” Kol groans, turning to you and stepping far too close to be appropriate. Playing along as he whispers, “You’re lucky I owe him some payback, but if this comes back to haunt me I am blaming it all on you.”
There was no time to even respond before the sound of steps descending the staircase behind you alerted you to your boyfriend's presence. You could feel his annoyance even before he closed in behind you, the heat of his eyes rising up your back and across your neck as he started speaking to Kol in a growl. Despite knowing for sure that he was a pawn in your game to get his attention.
“Leave Kol, or shall we test if your new body will be able to survive being shoved back into your coffin for a century or two?” You giggled at his hollow threat, the feeling of him literally breathing down your neck sending tingles directly to your core, heat spreading dangerously fast across your abdomen at his closeness. He caged you in, so close you could feel his deep inhale, bringing in the scent of your desperation for him while Kol quickly made himself scarce.
“Turn around Sweetheart.” His voice was calm, expertly masking his anger and his primal need for you. He could feel his emotions bubbling up inside him like a living thing, the wolf in his mind battling with its instinct to protect you and its anger at seeing you with another. You obeyed him, turning to him and making eye contact with the glowing golden eyes of your lover, the veins running down his cheeks for a split second giving away his desire for your blood, a desire to hunt you like his nature insisted.
“Do you trust me?” His voice was quiet but deep, and desperate.
“Always.” You breathed out, your heart pounded in your ears and you knew he could hear it pushing the rush of your blood he craved as he stepped closer to you. The look of pure need and desire he gave you sent chills down your spine, dampening your panties with a new wave of slick arousal making Klaus’ jaw clench as the scent of your own need for him hit him harder. He growled when he next spoke, a deep needy growl that proved just how much he wanted this.
“Then run.” He roughly shoved you away from him, not giving you even a second to adjust or think.
“What?” You stuttered, stumbling backwards at the force of his push almost falling, practically panting with need while he crept closer to you. His eyes darkened, the look on his face animalistic and deep with need for something so much more than he could explain. He was imposing and should be terrifying, but as candlelight hit his face all you could think was that he was so very alluring.
“I want you to run,” Each word came out slowly matching his slow, deliberate steps while he closed in on you, reaching a swift hand out to tug you against him by your throat. Pulling you so close his perfect lips ghosted against your own, “Run from me, try your hardest to get away and I may even let you,” You whimpered at his words, at his closeness, at the fact that he wouldn’t kiss you, and he smiled, a mean and cruel smile that broke when he spoke again, “Oh don’t worry, I’ll give you everything you want….eventually.” He shoved you back, harder this time, giving nothing but a small tilt of his head when you stumbled slightly. Excitement coursed through your body as he stared at you with narrowed eyes before you turned on your heels and took off. You quickly dashed around the corner first, knowing you would never make it up the stairs before he caught you unless you distracted him a little first.
You shoved open the first door you saw, stumbling into a library centuries older than you, not wasting any time to tug a pin out of your hair in order to use it to gently slice the skin of your finger. It drew just enough blood to leave behind a few drops of a trail before you pinched it, stopping the bleeding and hurrying out the door with a giddy smile. You left it open just enough that it would catch his attention before scurrying off, hiding just out of sight behind one of his many priceless statues. Your heart hammered and you felt your blood pumping as Klaus came into view down the hall, sauntering slowly and deliberately with the confidence of someone who thinks they're about to win.
“Really Love? Bleeding while being chased by a hybrid won’t help your prospects, I thought I taught you better than that.” He tsked in feigned disappointment. You bite your lip to suppress the need to moan at the sound of his voice as he closes in on your position, adrenaline and desire mingling in your core and stretching tight across your lower abdomen.
The scent of your blood drew him in instantly, his heartbeat pulsing with need, his cock strained against his jeans. The haze of want clouded his better senses as he creaked the door open further, walking into the room and glancing around to find where you were hiding. “You did teach me better Nik,” Your voice behind him genuinely surprised him, he whipped around too slow, the door quickly slamming shut just as he used his speed to flash toward it. You ran as fast as you could, making it to the stairs just as the sound of the door being thrown open sent you into a fit of laughter, you could feel him behind you, closing in on you. He wasn't using his enhanced speed anymore, making it all the more fun to chase after you.
Once you made it to the landing you dared a glance behind you, still running in the direction of Klaus’ studio. Just as your head turned to look at him there was a woosh of air and he was gone from behind you, the door in front of you slammed shut making you gasp and turn to look at it, skidding to a stop just in time to avoid running straight into it. Another woosh sent air moving all around you, a gust of wind that pushed the skirt of your dress far too high. You couldn't see him but you heard his laughter when you desperately turned again, searching for him while trying to run away at the same time. He shot an arm out, wrapping it around you from behind and using it to effortlessly tug you into his chest with a growl. “That was a good idea, I'm impressed Love,” His lips ghosted against the shell of your ear, awarding you for your near success with a barely there touch, “If I didn’t want you so much I can hardly breath I would let you go just to chase you some more. I can hear how fast your heart is beating,” As he spoke his free hand rubbed up your chest, taking a second to feel the pitter patter of your heart against his hand while at the same time his head dipped to inhale your scent with a growl, “I can taste how much you like this.” His hand trailed lower, leaving a scorching path behind as he tugged your dress up, wasting no time in cupping you and feeling the way your heart beat against his palm through your underwear, giving away the depths of your pleasure further.
“Take me to your room,” You breathed, basically a whisper of a beg, “Please Nik.” His breath tickled your neck when he laughed at your desperation, you were already so sensitive that the small feeling sent a new wave of tingles throughout your body. You shivered at the feeling, pushing your body back into his with a whine. He groaned as you rubbed against him, his already hard cock hardened further, pulsing against his zipper and making his fangs push through and scrape against your exposed neck. With inhuman speed, he secured you and sped the short distance to his bedroom so quickly you were surprised even the original hybrid could move so fast.
Before you could even put together a full thought on the matter his door was being slammed and you were tossed onto his king sized bed. Klaus crawled over you, slowly now as his eyes glowed golden and his veins popped out once more, in one quick motion he reached under your dress tugging at your lace underwear, ripping them open for him. Your hands shot up to his belt, working at the buckle with shaky hands, need coursing through your body now that you were finally in his bed again. Once his belt was worked off Klaus roughly grabbed both your wrists, shoving them above your head and securing them there in one hand while he hastily unzipped his jeans and shoved both them and his boxers down his thighs just enough to spring free with a sigh of relief.
When your eyes met again he was smiling at you, a predatory warning of a smile that told you he was not going to hold back this time. You asked for this, practically begged for it by plotting to throw yourself at his brother and now you were going to get all of it, every little thing you were begging for. He shot forward, growling and letting his fangs sink into your neck, you cried out a squeaky moan as he moaned and greedily drank from you. His mind rushed at the feeling of tasting you, it felt euphoric to get lost in the taste of you, the feeling of your esense slipping past his lips and into him, making you forever one, together forever for eternity.
You were so focused on the feeling of his mouth on your neck that when the tips of his calloused fingers met your wetness you jumped in shock at the sensation. He expertly circled his fingers against your clit, moaning freely into your neck, allowing some of your blood to drip past his lips and onto your perfect skin. You squirm under him, his hand tightening around your wrists as the other spreads your arousal through your folds, dipping lower with each circle until he finally slips two fingers into you only for a second, before pulling away from you completely. His hand, still slick with your arousal fell to his leaking tip, your eyes followed, blown with desire watching the way his motions mixed his precum with your juices. A hiss of appreciation leaving you both and mingling between your bodies in a display of your matching need.
Klaus held you down by your wrists still, pushing himself up to look into your eyes as he lined himself up at your entrance. His lips glistened with your blood, his fangs are still out and you can feel his chest rumbling a needy growl under your palms at watching you ogle him. In one quick motion he pushes himself inside of you to the hilt, forcing you to release a whine close to a cry. He gives you no time to adjust to his size, pulling himself out almost completely and ramming into you again immediately setting a brutal pace. Klaus releases your wrists, your hands instinctually clutching his shoulders for stability while his freed hand falls to tug your thigh up and around his waist giving him an even better angle when you wrap the other around to lock him in.
His hips smack into yours loudly and the bed creaks with each movement, shaking with the strength he puts into each thrust. His head drops into your neck on instinct, his fangs digging into your flesh again pushing a whine from you as you meet each of his thrusts with your own, arching into him with desperation and a primal need to feel him as deep as possible. Your hands wander his back and shoulders, feeling every inch of his lean muscle before stopping in his curly hair to tug on it hard before playing with his locks of strawberry blonde hair as he fucks your brains out. His hips stutter and he actually whines against your neck. Your walls clench around him and you cry at the loss of his brutal pace before he regains his composure and comes up from your neck, panting with desire, blood dripping down his chin, growling constantly as he pounds into you, his balls sticky and tight from repeatedly smacking against your puffy, abused lips each time his hips meet yours with so much force the bed began to shake.
Your core tightens, the pleasure building up and thrumming in your body as you reach the edge. You fight to keep your eyes open, the feeling of his still clothed body against yours, your dress ridden up around your waist while his hands roam across your exposed skin exploring every inch of the warm canvas, smearing drips of your own blood across your body like paint. Klaus’ senses are overwhelmed with you, your taste still lingers on his tongue urging him to have a little more, your scent clings to him like a cologne he never wants to run out of, he can feel how your walls flutter and clench down on him. He sees precisely when that dam breaks inside of you, your back arches off the bed pushing yourself impossibly closer to him, eyes rolling into your head, nails digging into his arms as your mouth falls open in a silent moan. Your body shakes against him while he grips your thigh tighter, pushing you down to stop the wiggling of your hips and driving himself even deeper inside of you.
Klaus leans down onto you, hovering over you and supporting himself on his forearm as he reaches a slow, even pace letting your breathing steady and your vision adjust. His fingers rub soothingly against the flesh of your thigh where bruises would surely form if he wasn’t able to heal you. Klaus quickly sinks a hard bite into his lip, the sting a welcome sensation through his high strung body as his hand feels its way up your form, tangling itself in your hair and tugging it back. He dives into your mouth, shoving his tongue past your lips as soon as they meet his. Both his and your own blood mingle with your combined saliva, Klaus gasps slightly and moans in your mouth when you clench around him at the metallic flavor, his slowed pace quickens, turning erratic while he chases his own high. Your teeth clash together while his fist in your hair tightens, the feeling of his cock pulsing and swelling inside of you makes your body tingle, the sensation of his blood healing you sending adrenaline coursing through your veins mixing with that of his tip repeatedly beating your cervix has you gasping and clutching at him, riding a high you didn’t even know you could reach. The sounds of your strangled whimpers, the feeling of your nails digging into his flesh while your walls flutter helplessly around him pushes Klaus to his release and he cums hard. Harder than ever before, painting your walls in thick whiteness, the force of him shooting inside of you, his tip twitching to empty all of it deep inside of you pulls you over the edge into a second orgasm.
Your body shakes under him, sensitive and weak from exhaustion. Klaus falls onto you, his body weight pushing into you, keeping you locked underneath him as you both come down. He stays inside of you, trapping his cum inside your cunt for as long as possible, glancing down at the ring of your mixed juices once in a while, letting you drift off to sleep beneath him. Klaus eyes you where you lay, letting his fingers softly trace up and down your neck where your blood has started to dry onto your skin, after ensuring you were all healed from his intrusion he leant down again to place a soft kiss to your sweaty forehead. Slowly and discreetly he slips out of you, watching the way his seed flows out of you before nestling himself behind you and watching over you as you sleep peacefully in his bed.
kai chases you through the woods and you realize fighting for your life is useless when he could syphon it away. but he didn’t chase you down for just your magic.
mystic falls was eerily quiet, which was all the more unsettling.
the horrors of the town acting as though they’ve taken the night off and while she’s been running for her life from a fucking power thirsty sociopath. the cool autumn air hitting her bare arms as she runs harder, heart thumping in her chest.
the night was hardly over, and kai was on a mission now— finding her.
“here kitty kitty,” kai calls from the depths of the forest.
he’s dragging along a long wooden stick with him to show that he was not afraid of what she is, but that she should be afraid of him.
she helped bonnie perform a cloaking spell on herself to kill kai. well, she tried, but of course kai doesn’t die easily and he had the suspicion that something like this would happen, playing every horrific detail out.
twisted thoughts finding home in his mind and tasting the feeling as though it was something for him to savour.
she’d snapped his neck without realizing he stole the gilbert ring from jeremy. the ring—which allows the user to die an unlimited amount and still survive—was now in her clutches after he threw it at her to showcase how he’d survived.
that cocky, egotistical bastard.
kai had killed her coven in retaliation, being the psychotic power hungry manchild he is. she should probably hate him but he was kind of doing her a favour. her coven was meant to merge with geminis, though kai slaughtered them before they got the chance and then turned on his own family. her family was not good by any means, having children only to maintain power and keep the covens name on the forefront of all witches minds, building fear though power and submission.
now kai was not only alive, but she could presume he was angry she’d stopped their merging. he’d been chasing her through the forest with a dagger, glistening with vervain. she knew, he was going to catch her and he when he did, he was definitely going to kill her.
panting hard and taking enormous steps, she’s off, going through trees, careful not to hit any branches. any sign of magic would tip him off so she kept any chance of her vampirism out of sight.
all i have to do now is actually kill him, her thoughts echo.
still speeding through the forest to get away. but kai was inching closer and closer, and she could smell him. he had a cut, probably from the branches tearing at his skin as he chased her.
a whistle, calm and collected, echoes through the empty space. loud and clear enough to distract.
he was taunting her—purposefully disorientating her.
chuckling to himself he calls out again, “kitty, you can’t run from me,” the sound reverberating across the forest, “mmmh i can feel that magic radiating off you. you know that? it’s fucking intoxicating.”
the shuffling of the branches suddenly felt like it was surrounding her. was there more people there? a crack echoed though mystic forest, followed by a snap that was closer than she’d like.
before she could turn around he was already there, a sickening grin flashing back at her and a faint speck of blood on his cheek. in his hand, a wooden stake remained, gripped tightly by his ring-clad fingers. “boo.”
her arm shot out to shove him but he flicked his wrist, pushing her against the tree trunk hard enough for her to let out a sharp exhale of air. a groan escaped her lips at the impact, not expecting him to follow after her in mere seconds. her eyes widen and grasp at his hands as they grip her throat next, letting the slab of wood fall.
kai tsks, “you should know by now you can’t run from me. not you, not liv. definitely not my dumbass brother.” beginning to giggle to himself.
even with her fingernails digging into his hands, he doesn’t seem to mind the pain and instead groans into a laugh, “very kinky of you.”
struggling under his grip, her legs kick out beneath her while he lifts her up. she shoves at him to no avail like her life force was being pulled just by their contact.
struggling against him and groaning, “mmhf—fuck you kai.”
“i’d like that,” he says bringing his nose to the crook of her neck and rubs his face right in before making a sound that was too close to a moan.
confusion floods throughout her conscious and the hiss that leaves his throat only creates more. she tries to tilt her head away but he only inches closer. normally she could outstrengthen him, though tonight kai had laced her drink with vervain.
“get the fuck off me!” she squirms as he grips her closer.
again, his hand tightens around her throat enough to make her choke. airway restricted by his impossibly strong grip before he gives a tilt of his head and looks her up and down like he’s burning her to memory.
“okay,” he laughs against her skin, “whatever you want.”
suddenly he lets go, letting her fall and collapse onto the forest ground. the thud echoing around them as he only stares. she’s heaving and grabbing at her neck, coughing out at the new found air filling her lungs. the distant stirring beneath her skin only a forethought now. though kai is amused. he watches her with a practiced tilt in his neck and a slight stretch as licks his lips like his interest peaked. like a toy had been found to break.
when she meets his eyes, a scowl forms and her lips part to chant at him.
fully aware, he ruins it. kai’s been waiting for this. itching to show what it means to wield power. what it is to be powerful without compromising with nature and nepotistic principles he didn’t receive.
his hand clamps over her mouth before she can say anything.
“aw, don’t ruin the fun. i never said i was gonna hurt you but you seem like you really want me to.” amusement in his tone as he yanks her by her shoulders and holds her against his chest.
her voice comes out muffled against his palm, chants useless as he restraints her. until she bites his hand hard enough to draw blood.
“ah—ow, ha,” he abruptly lets go of her mouth but still keep his other arm seated around her midriff. holding tightly as he draws her closer, laughing lowly as he brings his face closer, “you could’ve just told me you were into that.”
the words finally slip out from her lips, a desperate chant to get him to get away with so little words.
“incendia,” rasping the word before fire erupts around them, instantaneously circling in front of the tree where he stood. she kicks him in the stomach, letting him fall into the ring of fire and letting both of them to fall to the ground. a dull ache from the loss of his touch, but a newfound clarity that had been stolen.
a sharp sound erupts from her throat as she falls to the ground. hand coming up to rub at her throat and sputter out a cough. wheezing and trying to compose herself when the laughter in front of her seems to grow louder. stealing her attention as dangerous remained. taking a deep gulp, she looks up to find targetted eyes on her already, tilting his head like he’s figured it out.
horrific realization dawning that she didn’t even know what she was planning herself, though kai seemed sure he had the options mapped out. he drags his hands through the dirt, a low hum leaving his perfectly sickening throat as his palms sink right in. leaves, twigs and stones, parting for his fingers to dig into. the scariest part should’ve been the way the flames started dying out but what was worse was how his lips parted and a soft groan left his lips. but as the magic disappeared from the land and the fire with it, it weakened her and stole from her supply.
how he seemed to derive pleasure from this, she was truly fearful of.
“you should’ve figured out by now,” he starts, fire simmering until it completely extinguishes. “i prefer siphoning from pretty things.”
she tries to hide it, but the shakiness is evident with body language as the earth below them drains the very power coursing through her veins and lighting up the forest. pulling all that delicious power she threw at him and absorbing it just to strengthen himself. then, she’s kicking herself up and nearly falling before holding her weight and staggering away. when she’s turned, he also stands and strides after her before she could even react and watches as she stumbles away. weakened by him.
a hole in the ground causes her to slip, body falling forwards before kai catches her. fingers curled around her wrist while the other holds her steady by her waist, lingering. her eyes heavy and fluttering as she breathes deeply and lets him hold her there. through heavy, evaluating eyes, kai watches her and reaches up to his necklace, abruptly tearing it off. the soft clatter of the chin hitting the ground stirs her again.
from this angle, just below his chin, he almost looks human. he almost looks good.
but that thought was dangerous and he proved it.
his hands on her began to siphon almost like it was unintentional. pulling the magic that kept her alive from the depth of her soul and stealing the energy it provided. a breathless gasp escapes her as she tenses, already weakened from his previous siphoning. weakly grabbing at him, the feeling overwhelmed her and felt like death and euphoria all at once. like being high for the very first time. hands spanning up to grab at his shoulders, digging her nails right in. kai hisses and bites his lip through a devilish chuckle.
“you look terrible,” he says, “like you’re really falling apart and i barely did anything to you.”
she trembles as she leans forward to bare her teeth, “chasing me down and killing my coven wasn’t enough?”
“they wanted to merge with me instead of jo. that’s stupidity on their part.” kai’s laugh erupts, teeth white and pearly as his impossibly bright smile bordered on insanity.
slowly, the siphoning seizes and she falls into his chest, breathing heavily as exhaustion threatened to take over. though kai was far from finished.
“so,” she shakily asks, unable to pull herself off his chest as he held her there even when attempting to pull her arm from him, he tightens it again. “why don’t you kill me? fucking get it over with.”
“who said i wanted you dead?” he coos by her ear, teasing in his stupidly attractive tone despite it all, “i just needed you compliant.”
the syphoning only halts enough to make her jolt again, relief and confusion flooding her expression. he lets go of her wrist yet keeps his other arm around her waist, more strengthen in his grip than she’d assume he could wield. staring into her like he could read her mind, she hesitates.
if she uses magic now to stop him, he could just absorb it all over. her very being was magic since vampirism was the product of transcending the afterlife. plus it would have to be a lethal blow for it to work and that simply isn’t possible. it would have to be perfect, but she has no energy to exert now and the upper hand is his.
“compliant for what?” breathing out the words as his wicked smile only grew.
“you’re gonna be like a little power bank hmm? boosting my morale one pathetic stare at a time.” without thinking, she immediately writhed in his grip, pulling at his fingers that closed around her waist tighter. kai sighs dramatically. “jeez, can you relax?”
“no,” she seethes, staring up at him with daggers in her eyes, “you’ll have to kill me cause i’m not helping you, you fucking psychopath.”
he just smiles ear to ear, tilting his head to the side as if evaluating. “i prefer sociopath actually.”
suddenly, he shoves her hard against another tree again, coaxing a sharp oof from her. his hand moved to grip her hip tight, the other snaking up to grab her jaw, not hard but enough to know it was holding her there. something in his eyes almost looked human as he trailed them over her features. his thumb shifts, dragging down her bottom lip as she takes ragged breaths.
“damn, you’re really pretty.” smearing the spit over her chin as he shamelessly stares. finally, he looks backup to her eyes, softened by something she couldn’t place. he takes his hand off her hip and speaks quieter, almost eerily calm, “it’s weird. i have this feeling in my stomach like my heart is beating in it. ugh, i don’t like it.”
she blinks at him, entirely thrown off, “what?”
something sharp is pressed against her hip and she sucks in a sudden breath. kai continues, “it’s probably like that blood lust you vampires feel. ever since i saw you at the salvatore house, meddling with the bennett witch. poking your pretty nose in things that don’t concern you.”
gulping, she leans her head against the bark to create some distance. though, he follows.
kai leans in closer to her face, “i said,” leaving less than a couple inches apart, “it’s your fault. so fix it.”
“i can’t fix crazy,” she retorts, trying hard to push down the warmth simmering inside.
“it’s not that i blame you specifically,” cooing in his cocky and horribly sultry tone, “it was your coven, trying to send me back to the prison world. but then you happened to fall into my hands. not just a witch from their family but a vampire too. now, how could i say no to that?”
a slow creep of loss, tingles at the skin on her face. pulling energy just low enough to feel like exhaustion bordering sleeping. the low hum that pooled in her stomach grew as he pressed himself against her. she gasps softly at the feeling, back arching off the side of the tree trunk. though kai only pressed on harder, watching her through low eyes as he drops the knife in his hand on the ground.
breathing more ragged as he closes the distance, his eyes trailing over her bitten lips, “and who said i wanted you to fix me?”
he presses his lips to hers in a hurried frenzy. eyes wide as the plump flesh meets hers. the contrast of the dryness of her mouth, cotton-like from running in fear, to the warm wetness of his was debilitating like none other. he was enjoying all of this so intently. the chase and the catch, it was what he was after. kai pushes his tongue past her lips, coaxing another gasp out of her and utilizing it to shift his jaw. fighting hers just to push it flat down and lap past her lips like he’s trying to remind her that this was his dominance—and failing terribly.
the sick feeling subsides into something of deep, unfiltered desire.
with her arm free, she grabs a fistful of his hair and tugs, pulling his head back. he winces softly, pulling at her hair all the same.
“you’re not scared of me?” he asks between kisses.
“of you?” she laughs as her grip tightens in his hair, and he hisses, “a disowned, powerless man-child? i’m terrified.”
the colour drains his face at her sarcasm. demeanour shifting again, he scoffs, “you probably should be. you know, they say things about me,” whispering low while he watches.
despite herself, she leans into him. a dull ache taking form on her supple skin. but kai notices because he was the source. his corners of his mouth turn upwards and the devilish smile returns.
“you feel that?” he rasps.
the creep of heat blooms over her face and something heady demands attention between their closely knit bodies. one of her hands graze his side and his head turns to watch in evaluation. he watches as she slides her hand up his torso and settles on his chest. the buttons of his henley open and exposing his skin now.
her breathing slows and an impossible to ignore warmth pools low in her stomach. “what the fuck is happening?”
kai puts one of his hands over hers now and slides it down their bodies, settling near her lower stomach. hands pressed against one another as her breath hitches when their conjoined fingers put pressure on her aching core.
“syphoning is like an art you know? i can feel things from the sources i interact with. can amplify feelings by draining another,” lips pressed by her ear now.
her breathing gets even shallower. he continues.
“like distain for example. i can take that fiery energy and leave you with the rest,” murmuring lowly as leaves an impossibly soft kiss on her neck, “leave you with lust and desire.”
it felt like the ground was beginning to slip from her feet. she sighs delicately as he holds her between him and the tree and trails his lips up her face. rasping his name when she throws her head back, he only grins.
when he does nothing, she lifts her head to look at him, a drunken look on her face. a small sound slips past her lips, “i need…”
“yes? you’ll have to speak up. what do you need?” he coos again.
gripping the fabric of his shirt tighter, “i don’t know.”
he’s about to say something, another snarky remark when she muffles it entirely, smushing her lips against his. for a moment kai freezes, having not believed that she’d truly do that. not really thinking that his syphoning could work in such a strong manner, he laughs into the kiss. his hands flex around nothing before he wraps them around her tightly, tugging her up further so her legs wrap around his waist. she gasps into his perfectly imperfect mouth and lets their skin touch voluntarily. one of his long hands snake down the front of her jeans and apply pressure until she’s wide eyed, though she doesn’t move and neither does he. kai moans into her mouth as she grinds against his hand. the soft chimes of wind swoosh past them as he holds her there against the tree and she impatiently continues moving against him.
“needy,” he murmurs, “it’s a good look on you.”
pulling him impossibly close, she snaps back, “shut up and touch me.”
he laughs but she’s having none of it, pulling back just to drag him by his hair again. defiant, he hisses as he siphons again, coaxing the same sound from her. “you want this?” almost surprised that she’d even consider anything with him.
without pulling away from him, she continues kissing down his neck, nodding and humming egregiously. nipping down his soft neck as he tilts his head for her and sighs dreamily. the sound reverberating from her lips down to her core in a way that felt heightened. as though she’d become part of the undead all over again, though she lets that thought go.
behind his eyes something glows and he fumbles with the button of her jeans. though he chokes on his spit when she palms at him through his jeans.
“ah—shit,” failing to muffle his moan as he grinds back against her hand. “what’re you doing to me.” he states rather than asking.
“could ask you the same thing,” she moans in response, letting him free her from her jeans and pull them down her legs until it hung low by her feet. kicking them away as he watches.
he makes quick work of his own and with impossible strength she didn’t know he had, kai holds her there, pressed on the tree. the thought of his source of power should’ve occurred to her, but a defeating need had taken form. pushing his pants low and taking the turn to kiss down her neck, kai takes the opportunity again. the soft humming of the siphoning continues as he pulls from her unconsciously. subconsciously desperate for power that was not his own. but the feeling was desperately delicious and it heightened the feelings of pleasure he was creating. fingers dancing by the waistband of his boxers while he impatiently pulls and pulls until the fabric rips.
she gasps his name. “i liked those.”
“oh.” he pretends to care but fails miserably. “it was in my way.”
his smile evident in his tone as he kisses up her jaw. tilting her head back more unconsciously, he doesn’t miss a beat in his coaxing. meticulous fingers, sliding down between her thighs again. the cool metal of his rings making her breath hitch and simmer for moments that felt entirely longer than it really was. dragging the slick that pooled there, he laughs lowly and his eyes scan over her features once more.
“god, you’re pretty.”
before a response could formulate or the folds on her mind had decided what to think of implication of their exchange, he applies pressure. not hurriedly or demanding, but deliberate.
soft, barely there circles with thumb but the sound of her desperation was cooing him along. dropping his head to the crook of her neck, he hums and breathes her in as he presses his thick length against her thigh.
the heaviness taking her aback enough to open her eyes wide, only to find kai already staring. grin plastered over his face as he smiles wide enough for his dimples to carry a place there.
“could keep you like this forever,” admitting quietly to her as he drags his fingers back over her slit. “i might just do that since you’re going so willingly, hmm?”
without a beat, he pushes his fingers without restraint inside. her lips part in a silent gasp that he immediately closes the distance with. using the opportunity to push further inside until his knuckle brushed against her pelvis. she whines when he turns the kiss gentle and retreats his hand only to thrust back home again. taking her bottom lip between his teeth and biting hard. she opens her mouth wider for him and his amusement grows tenfold.
“so fucking easy,” he coos, “all i had to do was a little siphoning, a little theft of your anger and it all melted into lust didn’t it?”
the realization dawns on her as he pressed himself against her inner thigh harder though his fingers continued their movements. she bites down a moan and grabs at his shirt.
“w—what do you mean? so what you took some of my magic?”
kai smiles wider, plunging his fingers torturously slow but deep enough to make her head fall backwards against the trunk of the tree. all other thoughts seemingly disappearing even as he admits his deception.
he follows and his lips press to the shell of her ear enough to rasp, “no, i took your heightened emotions. you see, the funny thing about vampires, every part of you is magical. i just played with you long enough to figure that out.”
desperate for him to continue, her lip slips from between her teeth and a loud moan fills the air. her hand falls between them to grab at his length and pump it slowly. his eyes seem to glaze over as she guides him to her entrance and a sickening, hungry look brakes form.
“okay, you think i’ll back out now? do your worst parker.”
something in his eyes shift to horrific hunger that could have been enough for her to cower. then the relentlessness took over and calm collection began.
kai shifts his hips up to push the tip inside, prodding and killing resistance. she folds onto him instead of the tree and he loves it. before her mouth opens for another remark, he thrusts his hips forward, driving himself home like he belonged. the words die in her throat as a hearty moan rips through it. he hoists her up higher, pressing her further into the tree.
with heavy palms, he squeezes the plush of her ass and uses it as an anchor and a source. their skin flush and her chest pressed to his, kai grunts as he watches her eyes roll back in her skull.
“i always knew you’d be just like this.” he chuckles, “i’m glad to see it in action pretty girl.”
the contrast of his words made her head spin. his praises and his degradation, soothing the other to create this balance in her mind that spurred her on. she would’ve protested, called him names back normally but everything melted into the pleasure he created. she leans towards him, lips aching to touch his again. to feel the warmth from him that could over a sweetest she needed badly.
but that would be too easy wouldn’t it?
that would be unlike kai to give something for nothing in return.
he watches her move closer and peels his head back a little to tsk. then he plunges back inside over and over enough for her head to spin and a whimper to escape past her lips.
“you need something princess?” practically glistening as sweat wicks his face, a thin layer from chasing and catching her. from having his way like he had been dreaming about.
she grips at his shoulders and digs her nails in enough to draw blood. the smell headier than anything she’d smelt before. with less restraint her lets her, and she presses her lips to his, more aggressive than before. more needy and demanding. all tongue and teeth that were sharp and ready to take.
sinking her teeth into his lip and sucking the nectar she craved while his hips never stopped. she pulls back to trail her kisses down his neck, licking up the dribble of blood she’d drawn until she reaches the soft, fleshy part of his neck.
the hunger takes form and she bares her teeth, already wet with his blood. she breaks the skin quickly and moans again this throat while her fingers curled into his hair. pulling and drawing while he desperately moans and opens his neck up for her more. the seconds blend into one another as his movements pick up. kai groans and sputters a broken laugh tag quickly turns into a soft whimper. she’s about to pull away but his hand lifts to grab the back of her nape and keep her close.
“fuck, i— don’t stop.”
body already floating like it was suspended in air and the sensations clouding all over judgement, she doesn’t let up. seemingly, kai doesn’t either, silencing siphoning from her so that he could have the same energy to continue.
his hips showed no slowing, thrusting up into her again and again. watching her breathe hitch as he reaches the depths and how her teeth release when he kisses her cervix. desperately saying his name like a call to prayer from the most damned.
it brings a smile to his face.
clenching around him like a vice, he seethes and hums. fucking into her deeper as his resolve completely crumbles and his ministrations became sloppier. the sound of skin against skin, obscene throughout the forest. his free hand moved against to run tight circles on her sensitive nub and she jolts in resistance. his hold tightens.
“kai,” she rasps out desperately. in understanding of her silent words, he nods and kisses her face uncharacteristically sweet.
“i know baby. let go. give me what i want.”
breath stuttering, he closes the distance of their warm mouths again. tongue slipping to tangle with hers as he plunged deeper and could barely hold himself back. she clenches around him and cries out, though he swallows it down before filling her throat with one of his own sounds of relief.
the feeling crashes over her as she finally lets go and her hands tighten around him enough that she knew it must’ve hurt. neither of them cared. kai chases his own high and prolongs her, lips still sloppily working against hers as she tries not to whimper but fails. he stutters at the feeling of her still clamping around him, and buries himself deep, painting her walls like his lewd canvas. the pulses hitting her depths as both of his hands move to hold her there. to pull her back into him for a few more swallow thrusts before sheathing himself fully inside to keep his spend there.
panting and shaking against him as he hums by her ear before kissing it. slowly sucking her earlobe and gently biting it, kneading it with his teeth. she hums in respond and lets her head fall onto his shoulder. hands moving to push her sweaty hair and watch her face glisten under the moonlight. though exhaustion had a heavy hand and its grip on her was tight now.
god, he thinks to himself. he’s never seen anything quite as magnificent as her in the prison world and he’s sure he’ll never see it after her.
“you’re truly gorgeous, you know that?” he pants out the words as he continues to kiss the side of her face.
she hums in response, “you keep saying that like it means something.”
lifting his head you grasp her chin, he watches a slow droplet of sweat fall from her jaw bone and he caves. letting his tongue slip and suck at her jawline before inhaling her scent. making another sound of blissful approval, her eyes shut and her head tilts for him to continue. the curve of his lips on her skin told her he was still scheming but she didn’t seem to care. she couldn’t seem to care about anything but him right now and though alarm bells had been ringing, she let them go.
“such a shame,” kissing her neck delicately and kneading the plush of her ass with his hands when one of them slip down.
“what’s a shame?” she mindlessly asks as she bites her lip when he bites tenderly at the skin.
kai huffs, “that i don’t quite trust you yet.”
she furrows her brows and pulls his head back by his hair to look at him. “you just fucked me and you don’t trust me?”
though he only blinks like it was enough. “so you’re saying you trust me?”
the moment hangs and she eventually sighs and shakes her head, letting her arms wrap around his his neck loosely. tender like lovers who didn’t just try to kill another.
“thought so,” humming while he still sheathed inside, ignoring their combined essence slowly making its way down her thighs.
pulling out with an obscene sound, the both of them shudder at the sudden change and kai pulls up her panties from her ankle. once he puts them back on her, he taps at her clothes core and she jolts. one of his hands kept her upright against him and the tree while the other ran soothing paths up her spine before dropping down to his torso. keeping her complaint and unsuspecting.
then he opens his mouth again and she feels the prick of something sharp against her neck. “but i’m not ready to let you go just yet babycakes.”
siphoning more than magic, taking more than just what normally could be used. kai’s mind filled with ideas of what to do with her and his ego inflated as he considered what these hybrid affects could have.
how power could be amplified.
the sharp decline of her high made a deflating sound leave her lungs as he pricked her with something. she didn’t have to ask him to know he’d dosed her with vervain, enough to slow her heart and knock her unconscious.
she rasps his name before consciousness slips and weakly grips at his collar only to be met with that same expression. the smug smile and the pearly whites, matching his stupidly attractive whiny voice. she knew it wasn’t over yet even when he shushed her weak protest and struggled to stay upright as her feet dangled over the forest ground. he just kept her there—compliant and silent.
“mhmm, sweet dreams, we’ll discuss what i’ll do with you in the morning yeah?”
though he poised it delicate and coaxing, as her eyes rolled back and her head fell onto his chest, unable to hold it up on her own, she knew death was still on the table. only this time neither of them knew who would be the wielded of that fate and kai had so many plans to consider.
i’ve reposted this so many times, if it gets flagged again i’m gonna end my shit…
He may be this sweet, considerate gentleman all the time, but he forgets all about it in bed.
He spits on you, chokes you, rips whatever you have on when he wants you. He’s also so vocal, he will grunt in your ear when he enters you, and whine pathetically once he’s on the verge of cumming.
“Fuck, honey- this sweet pussy is drooling for me. Yes she is” as his cock is pistoning your poor hole, a white ring forming at the base of his cock. “You are milking me fucking dry…” his last few words blur into a needy whimper, hands groping your tits.
And you can’t help but whimper, beg for more, weak pleas leaving your mouth when you get to take little breaths between his ruthless thrusts.
And he gives it to you. He makes sure you cum first and only after he even thinks about cumming myself. But one thing he won’t do is force you into anything. He always pulls out before he cums, but this time, you want him inside. God, you crave him.
“Inside, p-please-” you squeal, a loud moan ripping from your throat when he slides into you without hesitation, knowing that if you said it, you meant it.
And when he cums, he cums a lot. He fills you up to the brim and it’s still not enough, cum spilling from your hole and around his cock, causing Stefan to let out a breathy laugh, his eyes warming when they find yours.
“You look like a dream” he whispered as he leaned over you, his nose brushing yours.
a/n: just realized that i’ve never wrote for my hubby klaus, so that changes todayyy!!!!
song here
IT ALL STARTED with your back hitting the door.
not harsh—just firm enough to make you gasp, just enough to let you remember that Klaus never asks when he can simply take. his hands framed your face, thumbs dragging across your cheeks with a softness that absolutely did not match the hunger in his eyes.
“you really thought you could neglect me?” he asked, voice velvet-dark. “play with your little obsessions while i sat by patiently?”
he leaned in, brushing his nose along yours, tender, intimate…
but his body pressed into you hard enough to make your breath stutter.
“but look at you now,” he whispered, lips grazing your lower one. “shaking for me.”
he kissed you slowly at first.
savoring you.
like he’d waited for this.
his mouth molded to yours, warm and soft, thumbs stroking your jaw like you were something fragile, precious. and then—your fingers threaded into his hair, tugging—
he broke.
instantly.
the kiss went from gentle to starving, his hand sliding down your side and gripping your thigh with a low groan that vibrated through your whole body.
“you don’t get to do that to me,” he growled against your lips, hips rolling just enough to make your breath catch. “make me gentle and desperate at the same time.”
“you decided that, not me.” you mumbled out breathlessly.
his fingers slipped under your shirt, tracing up your stomach, slow, teasing, sending shivers racing along your skin.
“there she is…” he murmured, lips brushing your throat, kissing, biting just a little. “my sweetheart who melts the second i touch her.”
his hand cupped between your thighs—firm, perfect—drawing a broken sound from your mouth. klaus chuckled, dark and smug.
“you’re so wet for me,” he whispered, kissing the corner of your mouth. “and all i did was speak.”
then—roughness.
he lifted you, effortlessly, walking you backward until your back hit the wall again. his hips pinned yours, exactly where you wanted him, grinding slow and deep.
“wrap your legs around me, love.”
the way he said it…
not a request.
a command dipped in honey.
you obeyed instantly, and he smirked like you’d just given him oxygen.
“there we are,” he murmured against your jaw. “my good girl.”
his fingers slid under your underwear, and he groaned—actually groaned—when he felt how ready you were.
“christ…”
his forehead fell to your shoulder.
“you want me to ruin you, don’t you?”
you nodded, breathless, and he laughed softly, the sound warm and wicked.
“then ask nicely.”
you whispered his name, barely above a moan, nails digging into his shoulders.
“again,” he said, voice low and dangerous, fingers circling you in slow, devastating strokes. “say it so the whole bloody house hears.”
“klaus—please—”
that broke him.
his mouth crashed onto yours, teeth scraping your lower lip, his fingers working you faster, deeper, until your head fell back and your thighs tightened around him.
“look at you,” he whispered, watching your face with blown pupils. “falling apart on my fingers. you’re so perfect.”
you whimpered, close—so close—and klaus' lips curled into a proud, devastating smirk.
“that’s it,” he encouraged, kissing down your neck. “let me feel you come for me. i want to hear every sound you make.”
his fingers pressed exactly right, and you shattered, trembling in his arms, nails dragging down his back. klaus held you through it, murmuring praise against your skin.
“beautiful.”
“just like that, sweetheart.”
“i’ve got you.”
“my girl.”
and when you finally caught your breath, he pulled back just enough to look at you—eyes dark, lips wet, chest rising and falling with restrained hunger.
“i’m not finished with you,” he said softly.
“but i wanted the first one to be gentle.”
he leaned in, brushing your lips with his own.
“the next,” he promised, voice full of wicked heat, “will not be.”
🌸 a/n: hi lovelies! as a fun way to work through my drafts and requests I've decided to do a kintober-esque post for the month of love 💌. A fixed schedule will soon be decided on for which i will release both p!links post and oneshots to be linked to this post. EVERY MONDAY AND FRIDAY (hopefully) I hope everyone enjoys and takes this work as light-hearted fun to keep me motivated!! Consider this as kinda like the masterlist!
