This Man Is Just-

This man is just-

Needing Him In Private For No One To See (Not Even Him) (18+)

Here’s a short simple smut for you while I work on bigger things. Enjoy 🥰

Klaus has been teasing you for a while, very aware of your desire for him, a desire of which he strongly reciprocates. But you, a friend of Elena’s, refuse to admit your lust for him due to your loyalty to her. After an encounter at the Mikaelson Ball, you go home and, unable to take it anymore, touch yourself to the thought of him.

You kicked off your pumps, slamming the door to your apartment behind you in your step. You could still feel his calloused hands on your skin as you locked your door, as you downed your final glass of wine in your kitchen, and as you ripped off your dress in a rage on the way to your bedroom.

Klaus spun you into his body on the dance floor, your chest pushing onto his as he held you tightly. You were at one of the Mikaleson balls dressed in a black sleeveless gown. Klaus intertwined one of his hands with yours, which were covered in lace gloves, and narrowed his eyes as they bored into yours. His other was placed dangerously low at the small of your back.

You did your best to stay strong, to refrain from giving him what he wanted. You kept eye contact as he moved your bodies together slowly, teasing you without doing a thing.

“That slick bastard.” you grumbled to yourself as you removed your strapless bra. Next were your stockings. As you bent over to remove them, another flux of desire washed over your body, almost painful.

It was bittersweet at best, disgusting at worst. You didn’t want to want him. In fact, you longed to hate him — but you just couldn’t. He was too charming, too funny, too handsome. You felt like a horrible friend.

Klaus, a man who sought after your friend’s death, who murdered her aunt and then almost her brother. You were a few years older than Elena, but your families were close when you were children. You had remained that way since.

She knew of Klaus’ desire for you, but knew nothing of the reciprocation of it. Of course, the Salvatores had their suspicions — how much can you really keep from vampires much your senior? — but Elena, Caroline, and Bonnie themselves had no idea.

You sighed to yourself, allowing the emotions to sit within you.

Klaus emitted a noise that you couldn’t quite put your finger on as he pulled you even closer. Everyone was to change partners every so often during the waltz. He had just gotten you back, and finally, he spoke.

“You look ravishing.”

“Well, don’t expect your hunger to be satisfied.” you said, scouring the room to check if any eyes were on you.

He laughed, all righteous and cocky as he usually was. “You say that as if you aren’t burning for me, love.”

You scoffed, refusing to look in his eyes now and setting your eyes elsewhere. “I would like to burn you, sure. Burning for you, though? Ha, that’s absurd. You’re delusional.”

“I know you’re new to vampirism, darling, but you really need to keep your emotions in check. It’s lathered all over your face.”

Rage mixed with your ache and in turn created a beautiful desire, alight with lust. You reached for your phone, but then remembered you had deleted his number. A gentle sigh escaped your lips as relief sank into your stomach, joining the mixture of emotions. What would happen if you were to call him right now?

You’d never live to hear the end of it, that’s for damn sure. But you couldn’t escape your want. After all, he was correct: you wanted that fucker. That egoistical bastard, that half-dog of a man who managed to wash through the masses like a landslide. A man who killed and slept with anyone he wanted to just ‘cause he felt like it. Again, the man who tried to kill your dear friend. Your friend who was but an angel. You, however, did not possess any heavenly qualities.

And you knew this. So you let yourself want him free of guilt, choosing to delve into your desire for him — at least alone — because it couldn’t be the worse of your crimes. You’ve killed in your time, and wanting a man you shouldn’t in private does not hold a candle. What else was there to do? Your thong was the last to leave your body. You dropped it on your floor before crawling onto your bed. You turned over on your back and bit your lip as you pondered what he would feel like.

Your eyes fluttered shut as a soft moan left your lips, your hands kneading your neck down to your breasts like your hands were his. You arched your back a little, your mouth dropping open.

“Look at you,” he would whisper low in your ear as he devoured your body with his hands, grabbing and pulling at your soft skin. “All riled up for me. Only for me. I’m going to ruin you. Do you understand that?”

And when you couldn’t respond due to the blurring of your mind at his words, he would take your face in his hands and as you again, his voice stern and sardonic. “I said, do you understand that?”

“Uh-huh,” you would respond with half a mind as he made you his. Your hands quickly found your desperate clit, and you teased yourself by tapping it gently, running your fingers down the area and back up again. A small cry left your mouth. You could not take it.

You licked your fingers, coating them thick with saliva for lubrication before they circled your clit in quick motions.

You imagined the callousness of his fingers rubbing on your core, his other holding your hands above your head, unable to escape. He whispered dirty nothings in your ear in between kisses and bites. You moaned his name, louder than expected, but it wasn’t like anybody could hear you.

You flipped yourself over, arching your back and spreading your legs wide. Your face hid in your pillow as you continued to pleasure yourself.

He would line his cock to your pussy and hold you at your hips. He’d smack your ass and you’d jump with a squeak. “Please fuck me,” your beg, your voice high and desperate. “I need you.”

“Then you’ll have me.” he would say. “I’m going to fuck you so hard I’m going to consume every living thought and desire for the rest of your immortal life. The only name you’ll be able to say is mine.” And then, he’d thrust into you roughly, then again, and again, and again at an inhuman pace.

You grabbed your sheets with your spare hand, before it rushed down your body and into your pussy. You thrusted your fingers in and out of you, curling them as your other hand worked on your clit for him. You were still calling out his name.

He would fuck you with abandon, slapping your ass and pulling your hair, groaning your name. Your moans were coming out in squeaks and high gasps. You were unable to form coherent thoughts. He would consume you. Oh, how he consumes you without even being there to touch you himself.

When you came, you came hard. The coil within you snapped, and the only sounds you were able to make were blabbers and gasps. Tears pooled in your eyes as you rode out your viscous high, your legs shaking.

You wanted to feel pathetic, how unable you were to restrain yourself from cumming from thoughts of him alone. Unable to stop needing him like this and loving it so much. But you couldn’t help it. You wanted what you wanted, and you had put it off this long. You didn’t care. There was no shame in you. You only felt relief.

When you recovered from your orgasm, you turned over on your back again. You thought fuck it, I might just give in next time I see him. Thoughts would be enough for tonight — but for how long?

quick thoughts that I have at mind in night: it makes me fucking mad how the writers handled Marcel and Klaus relationship.

Klaus was practically his father, and both Marcel and Klaus (and even Elijah) said a thousands of times they saw each other as father and son, because that's what they are.

But yet they practically were at each others throat 24/7. The Mikaelson (my baby girls all of them, except Mikael and Esther, they can rot) treated him like some outsider but welcomed Hayley (also my baby girl) with open arms.

(Not exactly tho, but you get my point. I could go on a whole speech about how the Mikaelson only see people they share blood with as family)

And I completely adore Hope, but why was she more important to Klaus than Marcel??? It's pushing the whole "bio kid is more important and loved that the adopted one" down our throats.

Also, I'm so mad they didn’t even get a goodbye scene in season 5. Fucking Caroline, his one night stand did, but not his own son?

I'm aware it's all fault of Julie Pl*c disgusting racist ass, but oh well.

Daddy

Face card never declines. The Hair-

What I wouldn't give for Klaus to degrade me like that honestly

Sittin’ Hot All Over Him

After almost ruining one of Klaus’ deals by teasing him so much, you try to convince Klaus to forgive you despite you not being sorry at all. Unable to refuse you, Klaus gives you what you want — but he wants you all over him.

Contents: oral (male receiving), thigh ride, lots of spit in this one

“No, you won’t have me tonight.”

Her face fell, her eyebrows curling up. “Klaus, I was only teasing.” she whined as she followed him into their bedroom, an innocent-looking frown pulling at her face.

He scoffed and shook his head, taking off his leather jacket and closing the door. “Only teasing? You almost fucking ruined a very important dinner. Aren’t you lucky I mastered the art of restraint, my darling girl? Something you could only aspire to. How embarrassing.”

“I just want you. Is that wrong?” she asked, removing her fur shawl and holding it in her hands.

“Want is a very casual choice of word for the way you’ve been acting tonight.” he said jeeringly, inching toward her like a lion. “You were moaning in my ear about how you need my cock inside you, you were clawing at my shirt, you were grabbing at my cock while squeezing your thighs together. You were a hot mess.”

She shrugged, glaring up at him back as he wrapped his hand around her neck and pulled at it gently. “You’re going to punish me for desiring you, baby?”

Klaus laughed lowly, tilting her jaw with his index finger. “You’re a whore.” he said. “A needy, desperate whore without an inch of restraint in her body.”

“Add gorgeous to that list,” she teased.

He ripped the shawl out of her hands and threw it to the other side of the room. His breathing sharpened, his eyes widening in frustration with his lover. “I’ll add pathetic to it, too.” he said, seething, before crossing to their bathroom.

She kicked off her heels and started humming to herself. Watching the bathroom door, she slipped off her dress, leaving her in her white lace bra, panties and stockings of the same shade. She brushed her hand through her curls and sighed, a smile now curling on her face.

Klaus had grown used to her teasing. From the beginning of their relationship, she had been drawing him to the brink of insanity almost on the daily. Pulling at him, whispering filth in his ear, wearing revealing clothing whenever she could — she’d mastered the art of teasing. And she loved it; to soak herself in the sexual energy any chance she got, to lure him into it like a siren, driving him crazy. But Klaus was a strong.

With a will of a man who has been through it all, Klaus was not often reactive to her teasing these days. It was becoming harder to bring him into her world involuntarily. So she’d grow impatient, boldening her acts, ensuring she was the centrepiece of his attention, even when solving detrimental disputes for his city. After all, it was not a crime to desire your lover. She was free from shame.

Klaus returned with a slightly reddened face and a few buttons of his shirt undone. The front of his hair was damp from washing his face. He fluttered his lashes a little at the sight of her, avoiding her eyes and instead staring intently at her hips, her waist, her legs, her neck and her breasts. Her beautiful skin he knew was so soft, so hot for him all the time. He watched her near closer to him, swaying her hips as she moved. When she was standing before him, she wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled his body into hers. “What do I need to do to have your love tonight?” she whispered, kissing his neck after.

“You won’t.” he deadpanned, pushing her off of him.

She frowned, furrowing her eyebrows. She made her way to their bed and crawled on the purple silk sheets. She laid on her stomach, kicking her feet and leaning on her elbows. “I’m sorry, baby. If I knew you’d get so riled up I wouldn’t have done it.”

“That’s exactly why you did it!” he shouted. She jumped at the height of his voice all of a sudden, but ultimately kept her composure. “You live to enrage me. That’s your problem. You just can’t help yourself.” His hand flinched to punch the wall beside him, but he restrained himself before he did so. He didn’t want to scare her.

Klaus groaned to himself, rubbing his face. He had no idea what to do with her in this moment. It was true he enjoyed the teasing, but her behaviour tonight blurred his mind so much that he almost lost a deal with an opponent. Of course, he didn’t, but it was a close call. And she didn’t care at all.

She didn’t much care for his political pursuits. All she cared for was his safety and who he was besides his greed. She lusted for him madly beyond his power. Which at first was a breath of fresh air — now, however, it was distracting.

Still, he didn’t know what to do with her. He wanted to ignore her entirely, but she was too captivating to miss. How the lace hugged her skin, how the bra brought her breasts together, the colour of the garments deceiving the eye, wiping them of her sinfulness and introducing a false innocence.

He would submit to her behaviour again, but he wouldn’t fuck her like she wanted. He knew that as long as he was with her, she would be having the time of her life — but she didn’t deserve him on a silver platter. No, she would work for him. She would be all over him, melting warm like chocolate all over his body.

Klaus joined her on the bed, sitting at the headboard and spreading his legs wide. She rushed over to him, crawling in between his legs and climbing up his torso to kiss him.

She enraptured him in a slow, open-mouthed kiss, moaning softly into his mouth. Klaus held her by her jaw, caressing her cheek with his thumb, his other hand at her ass.

“I need you.”

“Then you’ll behave.” he said, lifting the hand at her ass to grope her breast. He massaged it, coaxing her to let out a hot breath.

His lover nodded, her lashes fluttering.

“Good girl. Take off my trousers and use that mouth of yours for somethin’ other than driving me insane, would you?”

She giggled as she moved down his body. “You saying my skills don’t drive you wild, baby?”

Klaus laughed a little too. “I don’t wanna hear you talking for a good while.” he said, half jokingly.

She pulled down his trousers and his socks from his body and tossed them across the room. Looking into his eyes, she slowly ran her hands up his legs and onto his thighs before slowly pulling down his boxers, revealing his springing hard-on.

She wrapped her hand around it, jerking it slowly from its base to its tip as she kissed all around his cock. He groaned and pulled her hair, a warning to quit teasing. She let go of him and spat into her hands, using one to massage his balls and the other to pleasure him at his base as she swirled her tongue around his tip, kissing and sucking at it softly.

Klaus let out a moan, spurring her on to take more of him in her mouth. She arched her back and shook her ass as she pleasured him.

She was bobbing her head and massaging him at the base of his cock and his balls, shooting pleasure all throughout his body like fireworks. Klaus buckled his hips, spluttering moans, his gaze set on her.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “Your bad behaviour is worth all this. You’re such a good little whore for me, my sweet girl. So good for me.”

She arched her back more and sucked harder. As much as she loved to be degraded, praise sent her body into overdrive.

When he was close, he pushed her off of him gently. “You alright?” she asked, spit dripping from her bottom lip.

He nodded vaguely, his eyes half-shut. “Get on my thigh.” he demanded.

His lover smiled wide, ripping off her panties and tossing them, too, across the room. Klaus spat on his hand and lubricated his thigh with it before she sat on him. She moaned loudly, a sense of relief washing over her. She looked at Klaus, tears in her eyes, mouth open, and began grinding.

At first her hands scratched up and down her body, grabbing at her own hips and breasts. Klaus soon leant forward a little bit to hold her neck. Her eyes kept wandering down to his cock, her mouth watering. So she spit onto her hand again and stroked his cock at the same speed of her grinding. Klaus removed her bra, moaning at the sight of her naked breasts.

They both gasped together as their pleasure intensified, the fire burning high in their loins. She held onto his shoulder with her other hand for some support. He dropped his hand to her waist and directed her to elongate her grinding. When she did, she mewled at the new burst of pleasure. “God, I love you, baby.”

“I love you, my darling girl.” He said, kissing her messy.

When they broke from the kiss, she pulled his face closer, resting her cheek on his as she ground on his thigh. She upped the speed, nearing closer to her release.

Klaus spat on his hand and stoked his cock with her. She moved her hand to his balls so he could stroke himself at the speed he needed to.

She soon recognised how close he was. “Cum all over me, baby,” she begged, moving the hand on his balls to hold her breasts together. She leant back.

Klaus came hard, cum shooting out of his cock and all over the pair of them. He groaned her name, his cum all over her chest and his thighs. His lover grinned as the warmth hit her skin.

The sight of his undoing spurred her own. She moaned his name too when she came, looking into his eyes. He held her neck with one hand and kept the hand at her waist with the other as she came down from her high. “Ooh, good girl,” she cooed. “That’s my girl.”

She brought him into an embrace when she had rode her high, sighing into his neck. He wrapped her hands around her and kissed her forehead.

“As much as I resent your teasing, you are always onto something spectacular.”

She laughed softly. “Klaus, my love, I just want you.”

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pairing(s): niklaus x reader

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warning(s): none, just fluff. 

author’s note: just wanna say hi to all the new followers & thanks so so much for the feedback on all my works. i tried something different this time that isn’t really my scene, it was all fluff, so idk how well it’ll come across. lmk what you think please. happy reading! ♡

It had been weeks since any new news. Y/N had been waiting for her brothers to send word once it was done but nothing yet. Impatiently, she decided to check for herself. 

The fall season had just begun if the trees changing colors and the wind blowing leaves were any indication. With her fall attire on: a long beige coat, cream turtleneck, black pants, and black stiletto boots, she was ready to go. 

Y/N closed her apartment door and stuffed the keys and her phone in the coat pockets. It was cold outside but it wasn’t unbearable…yet. 

She had texted him several times, well only thrice, but that was far too many according to her. She figured she’d get a head start but right before she could enter the beaten path that led to the woods, she saw him. He was wearing that signature smirk of his. 

“Leaving without me?” He asked, raising one brow. 

“You were taking too long. You didn’t respond,” Y/N replied as she kept on walking, not even slowing down for him. 

“You only texted twice.” He slightly jogged to keep up, as if he wasn’t capable of running circles around her. 

“Thrice.” 

“Ah..thrice.” He looked at her from the corner of his eye with a small smile. 

“Stop that. We need to go.” She could always feel him looking at her though despite what she’d say, it didn’t bother her. 

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Fr, I'll never get over how their "platonic" relationship never became a romance.

I can't help but believe that what Inadu said to Hayley taking Jack's form was true.

She fell for the suit, not Elijah. Hayley herself said she fell in love with him in a time where she was scared and alone.

Hayley: * love Elijah, because he " kind to her "*

Klaus, who was always there for her at the right time: okay 🤡🤡🤡