Cloudwhite

Elijah couldn't explain what he felt for Y/N, she wasn't top of the class or especially talented compared to other students. If anything she was a little trouble maker.

But she wasn't like the other ones in class. When he questioned her, she'd always have something witty to say back.

She almost never had her homework but somehow always knew what the answers were to it, or at least had some sort of answer that would be technically correct so Elijah wouldn't be able to tell her off.

It was as if she knew exactly how to play the system.

Werewolves were always his trickiest students, they got a little more aggressive about things than others and when it got close to the full moon they'd get more and more touchy. But the female werewolf students also got a little more needy around the full moon. Some of them got a couple extra days off school near the time.

When it got close to, Elijah could feel the heat rolling off her. He'd see the boys in the class perk up and get all over her. He'd have to remind everyone back to their seats and try focus back on the lesson.

But at the end he'd see those amber eyes on him, asking for him.

"Y/N, don't you have another lesson?" He questioned, rising from his seat and clearing his throat as he smoothed his tie down.

"No." Her head shook, her eyes looking up at him from her chair. "Don't have to be in lessons this week." She shrugged and he nodded because it was very obvious she was in no state to be in class. She'd barely been conscious the past hour, breathing laboured and eyes trailing over the male wolves but they'd always find their way back to him.

"Yet you've come to mine." He countered, making the brave choice to come to her desk, glancing to the empty pages before her. "Would you like me to call a family member, Y/N?" Elijah questioned, voice laced with concern. Her head shook and he frowned, she was practically curled into her seat, her arms wrapped around her aching tummy. "Maybe a friend?" He offered, squatting down beside her. Her scent was flooding his nose but if anybody had mastered self-control it was Elijah and he'd had many students in heat before.

"Need you." She whined quietly and he softened slightly, his fingers tapping against the desk before he shuffled close enough for her to lean against him. He didn't hug her back but he let her rest against him for a moment.

"You need to get to your dorm, darling. I can go to the nurse's office and get you some meds to calm the heat and the pain down and have a runner bring it to you." He smiled, he knew that isn't what she wanted but he had a class to teach next and he could not be helping a student through a heat. That would cost him his job and compromise his highly regarded morals.

Elijah came to work there to give a little back to the supernatural community and to show some equality to all of the different species. Not to take advantage of his students.

So for a couple of heats he'd just make sure she went back to her dorm and had someone bring her some things to ease off the power of the full moon. And inevitably a few days later when he'd look out of his window in thought, a little wolf would be stood a few metres away from the front porch of his house, just staring up at him.

For the rest of each month she'd have the same fire as usual, fling things across the room just before he could physically see so he couldn't tell her off. Snapping back at anybody that said something she didn't agree with.

Sometimes Elijah tried to convince himself he only felt the attraction when she was in heat but it didn't explain why he'd have his fist around his cock at least twice a week locked in his office after hours with the thought of her in his mind.

Secretly he loved the way she could command a room, rile everybody up, then just walk off like she was the most innocent of angels.

And then she really would look all sweet and soft when she was in heat. It made her weak and needy like a puppy rather than a wolf. He enjoyed both sides of her.

But he had never planned to act on either.

She just wouldn't leave him alone.

He hadn't expected to get to his office, ready to mark all of the dozens of papers, only to find Y/N already in there. The summer made it so much harder. For all the wolves. That's why it had become a breeding season of sorts, the school was starting to get concerned with the amount of wolf pregnancies.

At least Elijah couldn't get her pregnant.

Thank fuck for him he couldn't get her pregnant. Because there was absolutely no chance he was turning her away that time.

He had her bent right over his desk, listening to her whine and beg whilst he knelt down behind her and buried his face between her ass. Tongue lapping up between her folds and groaning at the taste of her.

"More..." She cried, "needa be full."

"I know, angel." He mumbled, sucking on her cunt from behind. And soon enough he gave her what she wanted.

Had her on the carpeted floor, bucking his hips rapidly up into her as she rode his cock desperately. Poor thing was exhausted; Elijah had his hands on her tits, stopping them from bouncing too aggressively.

"You'll hurt yourself, darling." He murmured softly when she tried to spin around, get a new angle. It made Elijah chuckled quietly and lifted her off his cock, shushing her whimpers and flipping her back onto her belly to thrust himself back into her from behind, pounding into her until she was drunk on his cum. So full and whining about being bred.

"Shh.." He'd whisper gently, stroking her hair as she lay half asleep still on his office floor. "It's alright."

"Need 'em." She mumbled, her eyes drooped as she panted quietly and kept reaching for his other hand.

"Such a needy wolf you are." He muttered as he brought his hand back to her swollen pussy, her legs always spreading for his touch. His fingers slipped straight to her entrance, stroking her from the inside and gently bringing her to another climax. Toying with her poor clit until she was just sweat and tears.

By morning he'd brought her to his house. It was too risky going into her dorm room with her, if someone saw he'd be done for, so he brought her somewhere safer. Safer for them both.

And so, she started heading to his home instead of his office each month, trembling in his bed instead of his floor.

Eventually she started going there without the moons pull. Elijah couldn't help but welcome her.

Y/N had met Elijah first, being friends with Elena meant she was down on the list of names for him to protect. And he did protect her, keeping her away from the wolves and advising her away from the Salvatores.

Y/N was sweet to him, more than the others, so Elijah spent some time with her. Specifically, some time on top of her.

The hotel room he’d been staying in, was quickly scattered with her clothes too. She’d admire his different ties, pulling them from his neck slowly and holding out her wrists.

“Good girl.” He’d whispered, wrapping his tie across her and tightening them carefully. His eyes glanced up to hers, smiling when she nodded.

Y/N acted as a release for him, physically and emotionally. She’d whimper softly, hands above her head as he rocked against her, his forehead against hers.

None of her friends knew, and Elijah enjoyed how shyly she behaved in front of them. How anxious she was that he would reveal the true nature of their relationship.

Of course when Klaus turned up and daggered Elijah, Y/N was forced to move on. It just so happened that Klaus was the next person who piqued her interest.

He’d found her in a classroom during senior prank night. When she said her name, he immediately recognised it from when his brother had mentioned her. Specifically, he’d said he needed to see her after having followed his wolf around for three days.

Klaus pulled her to him, studying her quietly and letting out a small hum. “Do your friends know how…close you and dear Elijah were?” He breathed and she flushed, a whimper already leaving her. “No, of course not.” He hummed, cupping her face and brushing his lips over hers. “How about, I keep your little secret, so long as you do a little something for me?” He offered and she accepted easily, too scared of her friends’ judgement.

So Klaus had to find Elena and lure her to the gym for him.

A few days later at Homecoming, he made his way over. Y/N blushed as soon as she spotted him, but moved nowhere as he reached to tilt her head back to look up at him.

“Tell me, love, are they planning something?” He asked her and Y/N hesitated. “Tell me the truth, or I’ll tell yours.”

“Mikael isn’t really dead.” She revealed and he caressed her face.

“I suspected as such. Good girl.” He praised, a smirk tugging at his lips when he smelt her arousal at the phrase. Klaus leaned closer, sliding both his hands down to her waist. As if instinctively, she rest her palms against his shoulders and let him lead her to dance.

He left upon one of his hybrids calling. But as soon as the plan had failed and Mikael was killed, Y/N was plucked from the crowd.

Klaus had her down an alleyway, hushing her whines and pulling her dress up. “Quiet, love, or your friends will hear.” He warned, impressed at how quickly she fell silent, her eyes watching as he knelt before her. Her legs trembled in anticipation as he lifted her by both thighs, bringing them over his shoulders making her back push against the wall to keep herself upright. “Good girl.” He murmured, licking his lips when he tugged her underwear aside and watched her pussy leak in response.

Her whimpers were quiet, breathing laboured as she tried desperately not to make too much sound as his tongue delved into her. He licked up to her clit, sucking it gently into his mouth making her squirm and cry out. Her hand immediately covering her mouth as she worried someone would hear, know what she was doing and who it was with.

Klaus took great pride in watching her struggle against herself as she came against his tongue. He held her up when her legs failed to hold her. His hands on her hips as she tugged her dress back down to cover her thighs.

“That, love.” He whispered, walking her home as she stumbled. “Was a reward, for telling me the truth. Do you understand?” He asked and she nodded quickly. Klaus smiled to himself as he walked her up the porch, watching her fumble with her keys to open the door.

Y/N hesitated, looking up at him for some sort of reassurance before nodding her head again. “Do you want to come in?” Her invitation came out shakily and Klaus grinned as he accepted. His foot went over the barrier and Y/N’s heart pattered away nervously.

But those nerves slipped was once she was in her bed. Klaus felt his brows shoot up when she obediently held out her wrists. Quietly, he undid his belt and looped it around her, pulling it tight and guiding her arms over her head.

“Good girl” he praised, never tiring of her body’s immediate reaction. Klaus pulled her clothes apart, his attention turning to her breasts as she lay stretched out across her bed. He laid between her legs, feeling them wrap around him instantly, expecting him to thrust into her but he didn’t.

Instead his mouth latched to her nipple, teasing and taunting each bud until she was a whining mess. Red and purple marks were sucked across the swells and teeth marks were pressed into her right breast.

Klaus hummed softly, his hand stroking up and down her abdomen, his fingers circling the swollen nipples each time. Y/N was still whimpering, wondering silently why he hadn’t fucked her yet.

“You getting tired, love?” He mused his thumb slowly teasing her clit whilst bed breathing slowed.

“Uhuh” she whined, arching again when he rubbed her.

“Mm, but you haven’t even cum yet.” He sighed, the sound almost disappointed which made her tense just slightly and hesitantly shift to sit up, her wrists still secured together but now in her lap. Klaus hummed, glancing down at her sore tits and swollen pussy. Her eyes were glassy as she looked at him, as if distressed by the mere thought of disappointing him.

His lips twitched and he untied her hands, guiding her to turn around and refastening her wrists back together behind her back. Her cheek pressed to the mattress and Klaus pulled her hips up.

“That’s a good girl, arch again.” He directed, his hand coming down to slap her ass when she did so. Y/N moaned, her pussy clenching before he had even pushed inside her.

Klaus smacked the head of his cock against her entrance until she was whining for his to put it in. Eventually, he thrust into her.

Y/N was a mess as he pound into her, hips clapping against her ass and fingers digging into her sides. Her hands tugged at the belt making him chuckle and thrust harder, watching her struggle to keep control over herself as her sounds got louder and her body trembled more.

“You ready, love?” Klaus questioned, his cock hitting just the right spot particularly hard. Y/N only cried out, encouraging his movements until her body was limp. Klaus let out a hum of satisfaction as he pulled out of her, cumming against her ass.

He was pleasantly surprised when she shuffled into his lap, snuggling close and thanking him. Klaus rest quietly, letting her nuzzle close and press her face into his neck. He slid his hands down her back and undid his belt, letting her hands free. He caressed the irritated skin of her wrists and brought them to his lips, kissing them gently.

“You’ll stay?” She asked, looking up at him sweetly, shyly. Klaus narrowed his eyes just slightly, his hand lifting to cup her cheek.

“Elijah found a little gem here didn’t he.” He murmured, leaning down to press his mouth to hers. Y/N moaned, moving to fully straddle his lap. Klaus explored her mouth with his whilst his hands lifted her hips, guiding her back down onto his cock. She was tired, that he knew but he could also feel her dripping and clenching around him. “Good girl, you can do it.” He whispered, a lazy smirk on his face when she nodded, rocking her hips with a whine.

“Mmh” she breathed and Klaus hummed, looking down at her and seeing her eyes already looking back at him. Klaus chuckled and kissed her head, lifting his hips to meet hers, watching her mouth fall open as he thrust into her just right.

Klaus laid her down once he was finished. He watched her curl into her blanket and close her eyes. “Do you have…” he mumbled, looking through her drawers before pulling out a pack of sensitive wipes to clean her up. As he put them back, he spotted a photo frame and pulled it out.

His brow raised at the sight of her and Elijah, led in the very same bed. He studied the photo, his brother half asleep and shirtless, a sleepy smile on his face. Y/N in a similar state, the sheets up around her body and her hair all fluffy.

“Did you love my brother?” He questioned and Y/N glanced up. Her eyes drifted to the photo and she sat up to see it properly.

“I don’t think so.” Her head shook, “but he was nice.” She smiled and Klaus hummed. “I liked him.” She concluded, taking the photo from him and putting it back into her drawer.

“Mm” Klaus hummed, moving to lay down beside her. He let out a small laugh when she immediately moved to press against him. “Needy little thing, aren’t you?”

“No…” she mumbled, her face in his chest. Klaus only smiled and stayed through the night.

Klaus became a frequent visitor as he grew more frustrated over trying to find Stefan and his family. Y/N would tell him whatever she knew and Klaus would reward her for her information.

When Klaus finally got his coffins back, and Elijah was awake. He knew things weren’t going to be a simple as he’d perhaps imagined.

Elijah had turned up to Y/N’s, climbing the stairs with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“Klaus?” She called and Elijah frowned, pausing at the stop as she came out of her room. “I thought you weren’t coming till later.” She sounded slightly flustered as she quickly came round the corner, only to look confused and then relieved when she saw Elijah. “You’re back!” She smiled and Elijah let out a soft breath when she hugged him.

“You thought I was Niklaus?” He questioned, though he still hugged her back.

“Yeah, he’s been around a lot.” She mumbled and he frowned.

“To do what?” He asked and she just giggled. Elijah felt his face harden but she didn’t realise, instead he was tugged into her room.

“Look, do you like it?” She asked, showing him the painting to at Klaus had made now hung up on her wall. “It’s abstract.” She smiled but Elijah could make out the faint streaks of their bodies. Niklaus was talented at having hidden images in his art but Elijah knew this one was more obvious than most.

His attention was shifted when she tugged his tie, looking up at him curiously.

“You’ve been sleeping with him?” He asked though he already knew the answer. Y/N frowned, not understanding why he was disappointed.

“It’s nothing serious.” She whispered, releasing his tie and fiddling with her fingers. “I didn’t think you’d be mad. I thought we were just…casual.” Her shoulders shrugged and Elijah’s jaw ticked.

“I’m not a very ‘casual’ person.” He muttered and she nodded quietly. “I’ll be telling Niklaus that he isn’t to see you again.”

“No- he’ll tell everyone.” She whispered and Elijah frowned.

“Tell everyone what?”

“About us and about him.” She whined. “Please, I can’t. My friends will hate me, Damon would kill me!” Her eyes grew wet, her face pink as she stressed out. Elijah cupped her face, his brows picked together as he looked at her.

“Niklaus has been blackmailing you?” He questioned and she hesitated. “Has he been forcing you to sleep with him?” His tone was lower, eyes darker. Y/N shook her head, not really sure. Technically, he’d been blackmailing her for information but she had been more than willing when it came to her bed.

“No, no, I liked it.” She quickly corrected him and Elijah felt both relieved and frustrated.

“Okay.” He whispered, rubbing his hand down his face with a sigh. “Alright, I’ll speak with him later. You need to stay inside okay? Where it’s safe for the next couple of days.” He instructed, his fingers threading through her hair gently.

“Has something else happened?” Her head tilted and Elijah smiled softly at her.

“It’s going to.”

Upon returning home, Klaus and Elijah ended up in an extremely physical fight. Everything was smashed, both brothers were battered and painted in each other’s blood. All for them to end up sat with two cups of tea on the table.

“I’m not going to stop seeing her just because you think you have some sort of claim over her.” Klaus scoffed and Elijah glared from where he was sat, slumped in his chair with werewolf venom pulsing up his arm.

“You just want her for information.” Elijah muttered and Klaus rolled his eyes.

“And what if I’ve grown fond of her?” Klaus countered, having a silent stare of with Elijah until the suited brother stood, ignoring the pain.

“The Salvatores will be over soon. We should get ready.”

Klaus healed him before the dinner and left swiftly after the stampede of his siblings and mother.

He stepped into Y/N’s room, finding her already fast asleep in her bed. Klaus glanced at his painting on the wall before sitting in the edge of her bed, opening her drawer for the photo of her and Elijah.

“What’re you doing?” Her voice asked, sleepy and quiet. Klaus cleared his throat and put it back, turning to see her.

“Nothing, love.” He leaned down to kiss her cheek. He grunted when her hand went to his thigh, his crotch. “No, love. Just here to see you.” He mumbled, taking her hand and lying down beside her.

“You never done that before.” She mumbled with a yawn and he hummed, pulling her close and closing his eyes.

“Go back to sleep.” He sighed, taking solace in her warmth and clingy nature.

In the morning, he was awoken to the sound of the door closing. His head lifted, arms holding her body closer as he listened. A scoff left him when Elijah appeared in the door way.

“What’re you doing here?” Klaus whispered, glancing down to check Y/N was still sleeping.

“What are you doing here?” Elijah countered, glaring at him before softening his gaze upon her.

There was a very quiet argument before Y/N groaned. “It’s too early!” She whined, curling closer to Klaus. “Just come to bed.” She mumbled and slowly, Elijah came to lay behind her, her back to his chest.

The three were quiet as she continued to rest, lying for another few hours before she stretched. Elijah could feel his teeth grind when he heard the wetness of her mouth against Klaus’s. In retaliation, his hand slid down to squeeze her ass. Y/N whined and arched, encouraging both brothers to touch her.

Klaus rolled her onto her back, growling faintly in his chest when Elijah pulled her legs apart. Y/N whimpered when her sleep shorts were tugged off, and her shirt was torn open.

Elijah’s fingers teased the skin of her thighs before his lips brushed her pussy, licking slowly as she whimpered.

At the same time, Klaus caressed her breasts, his thumbs sliding over her nipples until they began to harden. His lips attached to her, tongue circling the but whilst Elijah sucked at her clit gently.

Y/N had one hand in Elijah’s hair and the other in Klaus’s, encouraging both of them as her body began to respond to theirs.

Elijah pushed his fingers into her, making Klaus jealous when she cried out. He nipped her skin in response, his teeth leaving an imprint across her breast.

“Klaus-“ she whined, gasping when he bit her nipple lightly. Elijah curled his fingers, his tongue rolling over her clit as he stroked her spot. “Elijah!” She cried out and he grinned against her, moving his fingers faster. Klaus felt his eyes shift to gold when he nipped her again, his canines piercing her skin as she came against Elijah’s hand and mouth.

Klaus got ahold of her, pulling her away from his brother and hiking her legs up his hips.

“Niklaus-“ Elijah growled, grabbing her waist and tugging her away. Y/N whimpered as she was pulled between then, her limbs aching when she wriggled away from them both.

“You’re hurting me.” She whined and Elijah glared at Klaus who just scoffed and held his hand out.

“I’m sorry, love. Come here, good girl.” Klaus purred, watching her seek the comfort and settle back in his lap. Elijah narrowed his eyes, annoyed that his brother had figured out her praise kink. “I didn’t mean to hurt you” he whispered, kissing her cheek and neck as she closed her eyes.

“This is ridiculous.” Elijah huffed. “You killed me and stole my girl.” He snapped, grabbing Y/N and pulling him to her tightly. “Come here, dear. Didn’t I look after you while I was here?” He reminded and she nodded. He’d had food delivered even when he wasn’t with her, ran her baths and washed her hair. Elijah knew without asking that Klaus hadn’t been so generous. “And him, hm? All he’s done is forced you to tell him things and used your poor body like a toy.”

Elijah was crossing a dangerous line. Klaus felt his wolf rising, his features sharpening.

“Im sorry to break it to you Elijah, but she’s not yours. I’ve known her longer, and while you might’ve provided her with some relief, she hasn’t come begging you for your cock has she?” He snapped and Y/N blushed red, a whine on her lips that made Klaus’s smirk grow.

“Was just that one time-“ she whispered and he hummed, reaching his hand out to pinch her cheek.

“I know, love. But I’ll remember it forever.” He murmured back to her. “Do you feel like a toy with me?” He asked and her head shook making him offer a smug look to Elijah who only rolled his eyes.

“Of course not, you’ve manipulated her.” Elijah huffed and Klaus’s jaw clenched.

“I have not-“

“Can you guys stop it?” She sighed, rubbing her eyes and resting her back against Elijah’s chest. “I need to go again.” She whined glancing at Klaus who immediately looked down to her pussy. All puffy and wet.

Elijah blinked in surprise when Klaus moved over, pulling her onto his lap and letting her bounce on his dick without another word. “Good girl.” Klaus whispered against her, still glaring at Elijah who watched in slight fascination at Y/N. She went from a sweet, shy girl to a needy little thing. Sure, she’d enjoyed a lot of sex with him, but she’d not been so shameless as she was now.

He watched her face bury into Klaus’s neck, listening to her whines and moans and the loud squelch of her cunt with each movement. Klaus let his eyes flutter, his hands gripping her hips tight as he felt her clench down. “Such a good girl” he praised when she angled herself for his cock to hit her spot. Her legs shook and Klaus rolled her onto her back, her arms immediately going up over her head for his hand to hold her wrists down whilst he fucked her harder.

Elijah felt his mouth water, his own cock ache at the sight of her spread out and begging for it. When she came, he watched as she immediately moved to nuzzle Niklaus, desperate for affection as soon as he’d emptied himself into her.

His hand stroked over her face and hair, like one would a puppy. Elijah tilted his head, she’s been sweet before. Liked him to lay with her after, take his time to wipe her pussy but it seemed everything had amplified. She was more dependent on those things now. Elijah knew Klaus must’ve been with her at least once a day to make her so desperate all the time.

Klaus only grinned, encouraging her to lay on her stomach across his lap. His hands spread her ass cheeks, giving Elijah a look before the older brother moved to be behind her.

Y/N moaned, her fingers curling to squeeze Klaus’s hand when Elijah pushed into her from behind. Elijah groaned, lifting her hips up to penetrate her deeper. Klaus watched her face twist with pleasure whilst she nuzzled his abdomen.

Y/N whimpered with each thrust, her eyes big and glazed when she saw Klaus’s cock being stroked infront of her, his hand holding her head up. Elijah chuckled softly behind her, watching her mouth lazily engulf his brother’s cock whilst he gripped her flesh tight and pounded into her vigorously.

Klaus guided her head, his eyes watching the tears drip down her face as she cried out in pleasure around him. He could tell just from Elijah’s groan when she came, once, twice again. He pulled her mouth off him when Elijah finished inside her.

Klaus felt a pang of jealously when she turned to Elijah for snuggles. But he knew it wasn’t personal, it was somehow instinctual. So after a minute, he called her back over.

Elijah was increasingly impressed as she went back and forth between them both. Her body trembling and pussy covered in all of their cum as she tried to crawl back to him one more time.

“Shh” he whispered, wrapping her in his arms and letting her head rest against his chest. “I think that’s enough…” he smiled, stroking her face gently. “You’ve done very well.”

Klaus groaned quietly and slid his fingers back down her pussy, stroking her swollen clit as she whined.

“Niklaus…she’s spent.” Elijah huffed but Klaus shook his head.

“Look at her, just one more love.” He push two fingers in, his thumb playing with her jewel until she came one more time. This time her body was limp, her eyes already half closed and Klaus threw the blanket over her and Elijah.

“Mother was looking for you.” Elijah informed Klaus as he relaxed against the headboard.

“I’m sure. Well, we can both get home in an hour or so.” He shrugged and Elijah narrowed his eyes. “You didn’t think I’d leave you alone with her, did you?” Klaus laughed softly and Elijah hummed in acknowledgment but not acceptance.

Eventually, they were both dressed and Y/N was kissed goodbye.

When Esther announced that they would be having a ball, the brothers let out a sigh of frustration and looked to each other.

Y/N arrived a little late, anxious and unsure as she saw Stefan, Damon, Elena and Caroline in a little gathering. She took a step backwards but Elijah’s hand caught her back, pushing her forward.

“Don’t be so scared, Y/N. You should know by now that neither of us plan to reveal your secret.” He smiled, taking her hand and leading her to dance. She was a little shaky in his hold but leaned into him regardless.

“Where’s Klaus?” She asked, looking around and Elijah sighed before spinning her into his chest.

“He’s lurking, I’m sure.” He mused, holding her close. “Perhaps I’ll be able to steal you for a minute before he can snatch you back up.”

Y/N titled her head up to him with a smile.

Soon Elijah had her hidden in the living room, door locked shut whilst he had her on the couch, her dress bunched up as much as he could so that he could get inside her.

“Lijah…” she panted, her wrists restrained with his tie once again as he thrust into her eagerly. Arms up, back arched. Y/N was in a state of complete ecstasy.

“Shh, good girl, not too loud now.” He praised, feeling her clamp down and watching her eyes squeeze shut as she came. His hand held her face, letting her nuzzle into his skin whilst he thrust quickly into her, his mouth opening in a silent groan when he spurted inside her.

Elijah lifted her back up, fixing her dress and her hair before opening the door. Klaus was stood right outside and quick obviously furious. Elijah swallowed thickly when Klaus pulled Y/N to him, his hands grabbing her face and looking at her hazy eyes.

“You can’t just give her a quick fuck.” He snapped and Elijah glared in an attempt to make him shut up.

“Mmmh” she nuzzled Klaus, her hands sliding up his chest in search for affection and touch. His arms went round her, holding her quietly whilst he glared at Elijah.

“Get her upstairs.” Klaus muttered, carefully untangling himself and giving her back to Elijah.

Within five minutes the three of them were in Klaus’s room, Y/N quietly begging for more whilst Klaus warned Elijah not to do that again.

“She grown much needier than when you first took her.” He muttered, stroking her hair as she pushed herself onto his lap. “One orgasm isn’t enough, is it love?” He questioned and Y/N moaned, tugging his pants eagerly.

“You’ve turned her into a whore?” Elijah scoffed and Y/N whined, the sound offended rather than desperate this time. Elijah softened when she hid against and behind Niklaus, not wanting to look at him.

“No” Klaus sighed, turning to stroke her hair. “She just needs a lot to keep her satisfied.” He pushed his fingers into her mouth, watching her tongue wrap around them. “But she’s good and loyal.” He murmured, watching her lower down onto her knees.

“Loyal to who? You or me?” Elijah scoffed and Klaus glared.

“Both of us, apparently.”

“So you don’t think if someone else offered themselves, she wouldn’t take it?” Elijah questioned and Klaus hummed, pulling her back onto his bed rather than the floor.

“I don’t think a human could satisfy her once, let alone a dozen times in a row.” He purred and she moaned.

“Oh for Christ’s sake- stop touching her for five minutes!” Elijah yelled and Y/N flinched, hiding once again behind Klaus. “What’ve you done to her?”

“I’ve given her a taste.” Klaus grinned, “it isn’t my fault that she enjoys it so much.”

Elijah blinked at him, unimpressed that he’d turned the quiet, shy girl he’d met into a sex addict.

But when he lay in bed awake that night, and remembered how eagerly she’d held out her wrists, he realised that perhaps she’d always been so desperate for it. Klaus just indulged those desires more than Elijah had time for back then.

The storm outside had turned into a slow, steady downpour, drumming softly against the windows of the Mikaelson compound. It was your first time visiting it. You were a friend of Rebekah, you two had only met recently and gotten along immediately. Nevertheless it took her very long to invite you over. Despite you knowing about all the supernatural surrounding her life you had always wanted to be inside the Mikaelson compound.

But now Rebekah had gone upstairs fighting with Kol over shoes he had destroyed ("You did it on purpose!" "Rebekah I didn't even know those were yours") and for safety reasons (you were scared of Rebekah when she was angry) you had decided to stay downstairs. You looked around trying not to intrude, but you couldn’t help and admire the whole building. The entire compound was breathtaking. The furniture seemed ancient and expensive. The Mikaelson‘s were old money and you knew that, but everytime you were shopping with Rebekah you were reminded how rich they truly were.

Suddenly you noticed a chess board set up on a table across the room. Despite the fact that the pieces were all over the place it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. It looked as if every single piece had been done by hand and knowing the Mikaelson’s that wasn’t so unlikely.

You picked up the black queen, your fingers running over the smoothed wood. You smiled as you kept looking at the figures. You were admiring a rook when a voice, smooth and deep, spoke from behind you.

"Do you play?“

You turned, suprised to find Rebekah‘s big brother, Elijah. You didn’t know a lot about Elijah but when you saw him in his suit leaning against the doorway so casual you had to smile a little. There were no need to hide your true abilities or be modest. You loved playing chess and had been quite good at in since your childhood, you loved how able you were to control the pieces while you systematically teared the other side apart.

"Yes I do,“ you said with a smirk setting the pawn down, watching him taking a step forward

“Then we should play,“ he said his voice calm as always as he made his way over to you, inspecting you before sitting down, "I barely have good opponents.“

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure? I’d hate to bruise that centuries-old ego,“ you said jokingly before taking your seat across him.

A quiet chuckle tore from Elijah’s throat as he raised an eyebrow, "Darling, I’ve been playing chess longer than you’ve been alive.”

You rolled your eyes at his antics and smirked as he turned the chessboard so you could have white.

You moved your pawn to d4 and Elijah contered with his pawn to d5. Then your knight to f3. Elijah looked at you but didn’t say anything before moving his bishop to b4. He didn’t have to say check but you quickly contered with a pawn to c3. Elijah had obviously only tried to intimidate you because his bishop retreated. You kept playing it safe for a while before you got bolder and took his queen.

"You talk about playing chess for centuries and now you fell for that?,“ you asked with a raised eyebrow. Elijah didn’t respond but you saw his jaw tense.

At first, he had played as if entertaining a guest. He smiled when he took your pawn. He complimented a clever move of yours but he only did that once. But as you took the queen and then his rook something shifted.

He started leaning forward. He studied the board longer. He touched one piece, paused, and withdrew his hand.

"Are you trying to castle me?,“ he mumbled and took another pawn. You tried not to grin, you had him exactly were you had wanted.

Ten more moves in and Elijah’s brows furrowed slightly, the first crack in his flawless composure. His knight was trapped, his bishop pinned, and your queen had just begun to sweep dangerously close.

“You’re… good,” he said quietly, watching your fingers as you moved a piece with practiced ease.

“I told you,” you said, resting your chin in your hand.

Another move, then another. You saw his eyes narrowing as you took his bishop. Then finally it was time for your final attack. He sat back slowly, almost disbelieving. His gaze flicked from the board to your face and back.

“You’re bluffing,” he murmured, but it was more to himself than to you.

“Nope,” you said sweetly, then pushed your queen into place. “Will you resign or do you wish to go through the whole humiliation process were I checkmate you?“

Elijah stared at the board, utterly still. He finally looked up at you, a slow, stunned smile spreading across his face. “I cannot remember the last time someone beat me.”

“You’ll remember this one,” you said, smug.

---

The next times you came over the chessboard was already set. Rebekah was rolling her eyes because Elijah insisted on playing a round of chess with her friend, after everytime her and Rebekah hung out. You wanted to decline, but his gaze held something challenging, his smirk something deceiving.

This went on for weeks. After a especially nasty loss for Elijah it was him who invited you over, not Rebekah. As you entered Elijah was seated in the room, wine poured, blazer off, sleeves rolled. He barely glanced up as you walked in, but you could feel the intensity in the air like static before a storm. You bit your lip but couldn't stop yourself from commenting.

“I see you’ve prepared for defeat,” you teased lightly, slipping into the chair across from him.

His eyes finally met yours, dark and unreadable. “I’d call it preparation for redemption.”

You smiled, slow and amused, already reaching for your first pawn. “That sounds dangerously close to hope."

The match began in silence, save for the gentle clink of glass and the occasional sound of your pieces meeting the board. Elijah played aggressively tonight, starting with The Scotch Game. You were about to make a joke about the name of the opening and the fact that he was drinking wine, but when you looked up you realized how serious he was. Elijah was done with polite openings and careful traps. His knight struck early, cornering your bishop, and his queen started to go on your nerves.

Nevertheless through it all you stayed calm and composed, blocking his attacks deciding to play a safe game, without recklessnes. And it drove him mad.

Each move you made unraveled his careful control. You could see it in the way his jaw clenched, in the flicker of frustration in his eyes when you slid your rook across the board with the confidence of someone who knew the end was already written.

By the time you murmured, “Check,” he was staring at the board like it had betrayed him personally.

He leaned back in his chair, one hand covering his mouth, the other drumming fingers against his thigh. You took a sip of his wine, pretending not to watch him seethe in slow, dignified silence.

Kol passed you two and raised his eyebrows watching the normally completely composed Mikaelson looking disheveled. "Elijah do you want t-," he started but Elijah raised his hand making Kol shut his mouth and left with a shrug.

“You’re toying with me,” Elijah muttered at last.

You raised an eyebrow, “Or I’m just better at chess.”

His gaze snapped to you, sharp and heated. “I haven’t lost this many matches in centuries.” You chuckled slightly, "In a row or in general?“

He didn’t reply immediately. Just watched you, his eyes traveling over your face, down to your lips, your hands on the edge of the board.

“I’m starting to think you’re doing it on purpose,” he said softly, voice low. “Winning?” “No," he leaned in slightly. “Driving me insane.”

Your pulse jumped. You tried to hide it with a shrug, but he saw. Of course he saw.

You moved your final piece, trying to avoid his gaze, "Checkmate.”

Elijah stared at the board, then at you. I took a while and then he laughed quietly and disbelieving, shaking his head, the sound rough at the edges. “You are… impossible.”

“Is that a compliment?”

He stood slowly, coming around the table. You turned in your chair just as he reached you, his hand curling around the back of it. He was imposing your space but you didn't mind as he was hovering above you.

“I’m not sure yet,” he said, low against your ear. “But I know I’m not letting you leave without another game.”

Your breath caught in your throat “And if you lose again?”

His hand brushed your jaw, fingers barely touching. “Then I’ll have to find another way to win.”

Your hands were shivering as you set the figures up again. He took the hint and sat back watching you intensely. "Well let's hope it won't come down to that," you said your voice not sounding as composed as you had hoped.

Elijah jaw was tensed but there was the illusion if a smile on his lips. But you wouldn't let him win just because he was hot (Which he was. Like really, really smoking hot. brother of your best friend this, brother of your best friend that, Elijah was the prettiest man you had seen in a long time), that was why you took his bishops, his rooks, his queen and finally his king again with a sweet smile. Elijah didn’t even wince. As you stood up to head home Elijah speeded towards you, taking your wrist, "Wait," he whispered.

You turned around, heart racing at how close he was. His hand was still around your wrist, not tight, but firm as if he didn't want to let go, even if he would the second you asked.

“Elijah?” you said, voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes were already on you, dark and unreadable, flickering between your lips and your eyes. The silence stretched, but it wasn’t empty, it was charged with electricity, as he brushed his knuckles against your cheek.

“Listen, I have lost before. And I keep telling myself it’s just chess,” he murmured, his voice soft but threaded with something rougher underneath. “But I’ve never cared this much about losing a game.”

You blinked, mouth parting, and before you could reply, he was leaning in slowly giving you every second to stop him. Your breath hitched and your heart was racing probably a million times per hour but you didn't.

His lips brushed yours once and then again, a lot firmer like he’d finally allowed himself to fall forward. His free hand rose to cradle your jaw, tilting your head up as he deepened the kiss, and it was all heat and control and the quiet, devastating kind of hunger you’d only seen in glances before now.

His lips moved over yours with a reverence that made your knees weaken, like he was trying to memorize the shape of your mouth, the softness of your sigh as you leaned into him.

Your fingers found his shirt, clutching it like an anchor, and Elijah deepened the kiss just slightly, just enough to steal your breath and leave you craving more. The hand on your jaw slid back into your hair, his fingers threading through it gently, possessively, like he’d already decided he never wanted to let go.

When he finally pulled back, barely an inch, his forehead rested against yours. His breathing was uneven, his voice husky when he whispered, “Come upstairs with me.”

It wasn’t a question. It was a statement, like he already knew your answer but wanted to hear it anyway.

Your pulse jumped. “And what if I say no?”

He smiled, that perfect, composed Elijah Mikaelson smile, but there was a flicker of something dangerous behind it now. “Then I’ll insist on a rematch.”

You didn’t answer. You just kissed him again, and that was all the answer he needed.

In one smooth motion, he picked you up and you let out a startled laugh. His grip was strong, steady, like holding you was the easiest thing he’d done all night.

“I didn’t know vampires carried people to bed like that,” you teased, breathless.

“Only the ones who win,” he said, eyes locked on yours.

He threw you onto his bed and closed the door behind him. His sleeves were still rolled up and he hovered above you.

"You’re infuriating," he said, his voice low and rough with restraint. “And briliant, but you toyed with me," he said kissing your neck. You closed your eyes and smirked as he held himself above you. “And you loved it,“ you whispered.

A smile flickered across his face as he looked down at you again, “I did,” he admitted, hovering so close his breath tickled your skin. “God, I did. You have no idea, what I was thinking every time you wore that smug smile."

He kissed you again, harder this time, with none of the earlier hesitation. There was praise in every touch, every press of his mouth against yours. His lips moved to your jaw, your throat, worshipful and hungry all at once. As if he was trying to communicate through his kisses how much he had enjoyed it

“I can’t stop thinking about the way you play,” he muttered against your neck. “How focused you get. How satisfied that little smile is when you take one of my pieces like it’s inevitable.”

You gasped softly as his fingers slid under your shirt, slow but sure, and he pushed it above your head throwing it to the floor. You arched into him as he pressed kisses down your collarbone, each one slower than the last, until he finally pushed the cups of your bra down taking your nipple into his mouth.

He unhooked the bra, bitting down on your other nipple making you gasp and look at him, "Maybe next time I'll bend you over that table, making you play while I take you from behind," he muttered into your ear.

You had to laugh. His words were so filthy and so unlike the Elijah you had come to know it was almost funny. He looked at you his eyes betraying his amusement as he licked over your hardened bud one time again before he kissed down your belly.

You felt your arousal and your body heated up as you watched him opening your skirt and pushing it down your thighs, before his fingers slipped between your thighs very slowly and controlled. It was maddening somehow. He watched your reaction closely, the way your lips parted and your hips shifted forward, just barely, as he ran the pad of his finger between your fold.

“Impatient, are we?” he murmured, voice like velvet, mocking you. You huffed. Normally you were the one mocking him while you were playing. A moan escaped you as he slipped a finger inside you, moving it slowly and purposefully. He was still fully clothed, while you were bare beneath him, squirming as he continued stretching you. His finger was a lot thicker and longer then yours and he knew exactly how to angle it to make you enjoy it while his thumb on your clit was igniting a fire inside you.

You met his gaze, lips curling into that same smirk that had cost him three matches in a row, “If I knew you were this good with your hands, I might’ve let you win.”

That made him pause. His hand stilled for just a second, and then he chuckled, low and darkly, it was a side of him you had never seen before but assumed that it was somewhere beneath the layers of his suit.

“You can dominate me on the chessboard,” he said, another finger slipping inside, sliding deeper, making you gasp as he curled them, “but not in bed.”

You were about to throw something cocky back at him, but then his thumb circled just right and the thought shattered like glass as your body started to tremble and you squirmed beneath him.

“Still smug?” he asked softly, watching you unravel.

You dug your nails into his shoulder and whispered, breath hitching, “I can multitask.”

His hand moved faster, expertly precise, like every move on the chessboard had just been practice for this, and now he was winning. It felt as if he was trying to find out how much you were able to take.

“Darling,” he murmured, lips brushing your ear, as he slipped in a second finger, “the only game you’re playing right now is mine.”

Your body was trembling, breath ragged, as Elijah held your gaze with that maddening, controlled composure, the kind that only made you want to beat him. But this was his terrain and he knew exactly what to do to make you come undone.

He didn’t look away once as your back arched, as your fingers dug into the sheets. "Elijah," you moaned as he kissed you hard and kept his pace.

Suddenly he pulled out and you whimpered, trying to gain friction back, looking at him panicked as if to ask what had happened. He laughed at how desperately you tried to grind yourself against his hand and stood up watching you while you were still panting, as he undid his belt, took of his shirt and pulled his jeans down. You moved onto your belly, crawling to the end of the bed, your hands pushing his boxers down, revealing his half hard cock.

"Can you take all of me?," he whispered his hand gripping your head and you bit your lips nodding. He really was big and your cheeks heated up at the idea of him inside you.

“Open your mouth,“ he commanded

You did, and he groaned low in his throat, the sound barely restrained. He stroked himself once, then pressed the tip against your parted lips, smearing precum across them before sliding in slowly. His grip in your hair tightened again as he pushed deeper.

“That’s it,” he murmured, eyes hooded as he watched your lips stretch around him. “So obedient when I ask nicely.”

He didn’t give you a chance to take control, not that you would have expected it. With both hands in your hair now, he began to move slow, as if he wanted to get you to know the feeling. You moaned around him, the vibrations making him groan again as his hips rolled forward.

“You look so pretty like this,” he said, almost to himself. “Your mouth full off my cock, while your eyes are on me.”

He slid deeper with each thrust, until your throat opened for him, and he let out a hiss of pleasure, his jaw clenching. He held you there for a beat, buried deep, watching you struggle to breath and he loved it. He shifted your hair into a ponytail so he was able to hold it even better.

“Breathe through your nose, darling,” he murmured, a hand brushing the side of your face in a brief, shockingly tender moment. “Good girl.”

He began to move again, setting a pace that left your throat burning and your thighs pressed tightly together. He was relentless but controlled, his hips moving with steady force while his hands kept you exactly where he wanted you. You whimpered as his right hand grabbed your neck to angle you even better.

“I’ve dreamed of this,” he growled, watching his cock disappear between your lips. “Of fucking that smart mouth until you can’t speak and that smug little grin disappears from your face.”

Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes, but the heat coiling low in your belly was unbearable. You moaned again, loving the way he lost just a little more control every time you did. He was in control but you had quickly figured out what was turning him on.

He pulled out with a wet pop, while you gasped for air. He smirked down at you, thumb wiping at the corner of your mouth.

“Still think you’re winning?” he asked, voice full of dark satisfaction.

You tried to respond, but he was already pushing you back onto the bed, crawling over you with the kind of confidence that promised he wanted to fuck more than just your mouth tonight.

You didn’t even get a full breath in before Elijah had you flipped onto your stomach, hands pressing your hips down into the mattress.

“All those games,” he muttered, his voice low and sharp as his body hovered above yours. “All those nights you humiliated me. Smiling. Gloating. Like I was nothing but a pawn.” He bit you slowly drawing some of your blood making you whimper as he drank. You couldn’t see him as he withdrew, but you were sure his mouth was full of your blood and you shivered at the thought.

You gasped as he yanked your hips up, the sheets rough beneath your knees. He didn’t wait or tease anymore. He slid into you in one hard, punishing thrust, and you screamed into the mattress. Your fingers curled around the sheets holding you as you tried to get used to it and the pain mixed with pleasure as he slowly made you lightheaded.

“This,” he growled into your ear, thrusting again, harder this time, his pace becoming punishing. “This is what I’ve been thinking about every time you beat me.”

You clutched the sheets harder, your body shaking as he pounded into you with a fury that bordered on unhinged. His fingers dug into your hip as if he was trying to anchor himself, you knew his fingers would leave bruises bug you didn’t really care. Maybe you even liked the thought.

“I watched you lean over that board, all smug, while drinking my wine,“ he snarled. “I knew exactly what you were doing. I knew you wanted me to snap.”

Your moans were helpless now, high and broken, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer. But he didn’t soften. He couldn’t. Not when he finally had you like this.

“Finally,” he hissed, pulling you back onto him, grinding so deep you saw stars. “I get my payback.”

You cried out as his hand slid up your spine and wrapped around the back of your neck, holding you there, pinned beneath him. You grinded your hips back encouraging him to keep going and he was happy to do so.

“You think you’re so clever,” he growled, teeth grazing your shoulder, again licking the wound he had left, “So untouchable. But look at you now, love, you are moaning like a little whore while being split apart by my cock. But you can handle it, can’t you?“

You couldn’t even answer, only nod. The pace, the intensity, the sheer force of his frustration was unraveling you from the inside out. Your climax built too fast, too sharp, and when it hit you, it stole the sound from your lungs. You screamed and your body trembled and for the second you had your eyes pressed together only seeing a white light. You clenched around him, thighs trembling, and that was it.

He lost it.

He groaned, raw and ragged, as he buried himself deep one last time, coming hard inside you. You felt him pulse, heard the curse fall from his lips as his hand fisted in the sheets beside your head and his fangs buried on the other side of your neck.

After that there was a long silence. He stayed there for a moment, chest heaving against your back, his breath hot against your neck. Then he pulled out slowly, almost reluctantly, and collapsed beside you, hand brushing your thigh, his voice low, "Are you alright? Was it too rough?“

You shook your head and moved into his hug. He pulled the covers over you both before leaning down again. "Checkmate,“ he whispered and you had to laugh shaking your head.

Due to a series of bloody events, you were forced to team up with Klaus and Elijah again. The others always made a big deal about it, moaning and groaning and wishing there was any other option, but it never really bothered you. You knew what both men were capable of, of course you did, but as long as you needed each other, there was no reason to think they'd hurt any of you. Klaus was a bit of a wild card at times but you knew what Elijah's word meant to him so you believe him when he promised no harm would come to you.

You were all in the town square during another Mystic Falls it's-Tuesday-so-we're-having-a-get-together-for-the-entire-town festival of some kind. You stood between Elijah and Elena as Damon and Stefan explained their plan. While they were talking, you held onto Elena's arm over her shirt sleeve. She didn't seem to mind but when the two of you had to walk ahead, she held her hand out to you instead.

That was the first time they noticed.

The next was a few days later. You were walking alongside Jeremy when you gently held onto the slightly baggy sleeve of his jacket. Your fingers slipped a little as you continued and he turned to you.

"Hey, wanna just hold my hand?"

Elijah noticed the way you hesitated, like you wanted to say no but didn't want to upset anyone.

The last time was later that afternoon.

You, Bonnie and Klaus had to research a spell. You often helped Bonnie with things like that and it was an ancient spell so everyone thought who better than Klaus to help the two of you. Well actually, everybody else hated the idea, but he made a compelling argument.

You were standing around Bonnie's desk when you held onto her sleeve, more a subconscious thought than anything else at this point. She looked up from her book, not upset, just curious.

"Hey, why do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Grab people's sleeves. Wouldn't it just be easier to hold hands?"

"Um, I guess. I don't know" You looked down a little "I guess I just do the sleeve thing"

Klaus looked at you with intrigue, making a mental note of your behaviour.

After that day, every time you saw Elijah or Klaus, they always wore long sleeves. It took you a while to notice, especially with Elijah, but eventually you realized the change in their behaviour and smiled every time you thought of it.

The two of them would always stand next to you no matter the situation. They'd stand straight and tall, occasionally even pushing their arms out a little further than they would naturally in the hope you'd hold onto their sleeves. It even became a little competition between the brothers, trying to see how many times you grabbed their shirt sleeves throughout the week, both trying to outdo the other.

It didn't take long for it to just become a part of your everyday lives. You, latched onto one of their sleeves and them, watching you fondly from the corner of their eyes.

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Elijah couldn't explain what he felt for Y/N, she wasn't top of the class or especially talented compared to other students. If anything she was a little trouble maker.

But she wasn't like the other ones in class. When he questioned her, she'd always have something witty to say back.

She almost never had her homework but somehow always knew what the answers were to it, or at least had some sort of answer that would be technically correct so Elijah wouldn't be able to tell her off.

It was as if she knew exactly how to play the system.

Werewolves were always his trickiest students, they got a little more aggressive about things than others and when it got close to the full moon they'd get more and more touchy. But the female werewolf students also got a little more needy around the full moon. Some of them got a couple extra days off school near the time.

When it got close to, Elijah could feel the heat rolling off her. He'd see the boys in the class perk up and get all over her. He'd have to remind everyone back to their seats and try focus back on the lesson.

But at the end he'd see those amber eyes on him, asking for him.

"Y/N, don't you have another lesson?" He questioned, rising from his seat and clearing his throat as he smoothed his tie down.

"No." Her head shook, her eyes looking up at him from her chair. "Don't have to be in lessons this week." She shrugged and he nodded because it was very obvious she was in no state to be in class. She'd barely been conscious the past hour, breathing laboured and eyes trailing over the male wolves but they'd always find their way back to him.

"Yet you've come to mine." He countered, making the brave choice to come to her desk, glancing to the empty pages before her. "Would you like me to call a family member, Y/N?" Elijah questioned, voice laced with concern. Her head shook and he frowned, she was practically curled into her seat, her arms wrapped around her aching tummy. "Maybe a friend?" He offered, squatting down beside her. Her scent was flooding his nose but if anybody had mastered self-control it was Elijah and he'd had many students in heat before.

"Need you." She whined quietly and he softened slightly, his fingers tapping against the desk before he shuffled close enough for her to lean against him. He didn't hug her back but he let her rest against him for a moment.

"You need to get to your dorm, darling. I can go to the nurse's office and get you some meds to calm the heat and the pain down and have a runner bring it to you." He smiled, he knew that isn't what she wanted but he had a class to teach next and he could not be helping a student through a heat. That would cost him his job and compromise his highly regarded morals.

Elijah came to work there to give a little back to the supernatural community and to show some equality to all of the different species. Not to take advantage of his students.

So for a couple of heats he'd just make sure she went back to her dorm and had someone bring her some things to ease off the power of the full moon. And inevitably a few days later when he'd look out of his window in thought, a little wolf would be stood a few metres away from the front porch of his house, just staring up at him.

For the rest of each month she'd have the same fire as usual, fling things across the room just before he could physically see so he couldn't tell her off. Snapping back at anybody that said something she didn't agree with.

Sometimes Elijah tried to convince himself he only felt the attraction when she was in heat but it didn't explain why he'd have his fist around his cock at least twice a week locked in his office after hours with the thought of her in his mind.

Secretly he loved the way she could command a room, rile everybody up, then just walk off like she was the most innocent of angels.

And then she really would look all sweet and soft when she was in heat. It made her weak and needy like a puppy rather than a wolf. He enjoyed both sides of her.

But he had never planned to act on either.

She just wouldn't leave him alone.

He hadn't expected to get to his office, ready to mark all of the dozens of papers, only to find Y/N already in there. The summer made it so much harder. For all the wolves. That's why it had become a breeding season of sorts, the school was starting to get concerned with the amount of wolf pregnancies.

At least Elijah couldn't get her pregnant.

Thank fuck for him he couldn't get her pregnant. Because there was absolutely no chance he was turning her away that time.

He had her bent right over his desk, listening to her whine and beg whilst he knelt down behind her and buried his face between her ass. Tongue lapping up between her folds and groaning at the taste of her.

"More..." She cried, "needa be full."

"I know, angel." He mumbled, sucking on her cunt from behind. And soon enough he gave her what she wanted.

Had her on the carpeted floor, bucking his hips rapidly up into her as she rode his cock desperately. Poor thing was exhausted; Elijah had his hands on her tits, stopping them from bouncing too aggressively.

"You'll hurt yourself, darling." He murmured softly when she tried to spin around, get a new angle. It made Elijah chuckled quietly and lifted her off his cock, shushing her whimpers and flipping her back onto her belly to thrust himself back into her from behind, pounding into her until she was drunk on his cum. So full and whining about being bred.

"Shh.." He'd whisper gently, stroking her hair as she lay half asleep still on his office floor. "It's alright."

"Need 'em." She mumbled, her eyes drooped as she panted quietly and kept reaching for his other hand.

"Such a needy wolf you are." He muttered as he brought his hand back to her swollen pussy, her legs always spreading for his touch. His fingers slipped straight to her entrance, stroking her from the inside and gently bringing her to another climax. Toying with her poor clit until she was just sweat and tears.

By morning he'd brought her to his house. It was too risky going into her dorm room with her, if someone saw he'd be done for, so he brought her somewhere safer. Safer for them both.

And so, she started heading to his home instead of his office each month, trembling in his bed instead of his floor.

Eventually she started going there without the moons pull. Elijah couldn't help but welcome her.

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Elijah – Bondage, Dom/Sub Clark / Robb – Threesome Klaus / Stefan – Sub!Klaus, Dom!Reader, Voyeur!Stefan, Bondage, Wax Play, Cumplay, Orgasm Denial, Facesitting, Cowgirl Jon – First Time, Overstim, Oral, Hair Pulling, Facesitting, Praise Elijah / Damon – Threesome, Spanking, First Time, Blood Drinking

Daemon – Breeding, Public, Dom/Sub, Cockwarming Clark – Squirting, Overstim, Toys, Inexperience Jace – Corset Rip, First Time Elijah / Damon – Threesome, Rope Play, Cumplay, Dom/Sub, Spanking, Oral, DP, Anilingus, Switch Dynamics Daemon – Masturbation, Teaching

Jon / Robb – Threesome Cregan – Spanking, Breeding Clark – Oral Fixation, Begging Elijah / Rebekah – Overstim, Praise, Blood Drinking, Voyeurism Jon – Cockwarming, Mirror Sex, Overstim, Inexperience, Teaching Klaus / Kol / Elijah – Threesome, Overstim, Hair Pulling, Squirting, Blood Drinking, Masturbation, Mirror Sex

𝓚𝓸𝓵

!Master of Teasing

Kol turns sex into a wicked game. He’ll edge you for hours — bringing you right to the brink with his fingers, tongue, or cock, then pulling away with a grin when you’re begging. He loves watching you squirm, pleading for release. When he finally lets you come, it’s explosive, and he laughs softly at how wrecked you are before starting all over again.

!Oral fixation and Overstimulation

This man lives between your thighs. He’ll eat you out until you’re oversensitive and shaking, refusing to stop even when you’re crying from too much pleasure. He loves the taste, the way you grip his hair, and how you taste even sweeter after multiple orgasms.

!Anywhere-Anytime

Kol has zero patience. If he wants you, he’ll take you — on the kitchen counter mid-conversation, in the backseat of a car, or against a tree in the bayou. He’s rough, fast, and filthy, often incorporating whatever’s nearby (belts for tying wrists, ice for temperature play), always chasing the next thrill.

!Toys and magical mischief

Kol’s centuries of boredom make him inventive. He’ll use toys to edge you remotely — in public, during family dinners, while you’re trying to talk to his siblings. He’ll smirk across the table as you squirm, then drag you away to “finish the job” with his mouth until you’re a sobbing, oversensitive mess. He loves when you use toys on him too, teasing his cock until he’s begging.

!Role reversal

Kol adores when you try to dom him — tying him up, riding him slow, making him wait. But he always flips it eventually: snapping restraints, pinning you down, and fucking you senseless while mocking how adorable your attempt was. He’ll overstimulate you right after your “power trip,” laughing softly as you cry out, then kiss you stupid and promise round two whenever you want to play again.

𝓔𝓵𝓲𝓳𝓪𝓱

!Controlled dominance

Elijah is all about restrained power. He’ll pin your wrists above your head with one hand, fuck you slow and deep while whispering how beautifully you’re taking him, how perfect and obedient you are. He edges himself too — holding back until you’re trembling and begging — then rewards you with precise, powerful thrusts that make you see stars.

!Overstimulation and worship

He adores pushing you past your limits. After making you come once, or twice on his tongue or fingers, he’ll keep going until you’re sobbing from sensitivity, tears streaming as he coos praises like “That’s it, darling, give me one more.” He loves the vulnerability it brings out in you and will kiss away every tear.

!Sir/Command Kink

Call him “Sir” once and watch his composure crack. He’ll tie you up with silk ties, edge you mercilessly, then fuck you senseless while demanding you say his title. Public teasing- a hand on your thigh under the table, a whispered command turns into private punishment/reward sessions where he reminds you exactly who’s in control.

!Hand kink

Those elegant, veined hands are weapons. He’ll wrap one around your throat- just enough pressure to make your head spin, while the other pins your wrists or strokes your clit in perfect rhythm. He loves watching your eyes flutter when he squeezes lightly during thrusts, praising how beautifully you submit, how your pulse races under his palm. He’ll make you come just from his fingers around your neck and deep, slow strokes inside you.

!Watching

Elijah enjoys watching you when you have sex. He’ll fuck you in front of a mirror so you can see how perfectly you take him. He stays composed, whispering filthy praises in your ear “look how exquisite you are, darling” while driving you to multiple orgasms.

𝓚𝓵𝓪𝓾𝓼

!Possessive marking

Klaus is obsessed with leaving evidence of ownership on your body. He’ll bite, suck bruises into your neck, thighs, and hips during sex, growling low that you’re his and no one else’s. He fucks hard and unrelenting — hair-pulling, skin-slapping, pinning you down so you can’t escape the intensity — but he always follows it with soft aftercare, drawing you a bath and tracing the marks he left like they’re art.

!Breeding kink

Hybrid instincts make him feral about filling you up. He loves cumming deep inside, watching it drip out, and murmuring filthy promises about putting a baby in you . He’ll hold your hips flush against his as he pulses, whispering how perfect you’d look swollen with his child, then clean you up with his tongue just to taste himself mixed with you.

!Public risk

He thrives on the thrill of almost getting caught. He’ll bend you over in a dark corner of the compound, fuck you against a wall during a party, or finger you under the table at dinner while maintaining perfect conversation with his siblings. The danger makes him harder, and he’ll smirk when you try- and fail to stay quiet.

!Blood-sharing during sex

Klaus turns feeding into an intimate, erotic ritual. He’ll sink his fangs into your thigh or neck mid-thrust, groaning at the taste while you clench around him from the dual sensation. He loves when you drink from him too — wrist to your lips as he fucks you slow and deep, murmuring how your heartbeat syncs with his, how you’re bound to him in every way.

!Jealousy-fueled punishment

If anyone so much as looks at you too long, Klaus drags you somewhere private and reminds you who you belong to. Rough, fast, against a wall or over a table — hair fisted, hips slamming, growling “say my name” until you’re hoarse. He’ll edge you until you’re begging, then overfill you while whispering filthy threats about what he’d do to anyone who tried to take you. The aftercare is softer than usual: baths, sketches of you marked up, possessive cuddles.

"Stop what, love?"

He rests his arms on the table and leans toward you. He smiles, revealing his charming dimples.

You exhale a tense, slightly irritated breath and turn your eyes toward him. You feel your face burning as you furrow your brows slightly.

"You know very well what is that."

You can't keep your eyes on him for long. You lean back as you take a sip of your drink.

"If you don't like the restaurant, we can go somewhere else. You just have to say so, love."

He says this with a serious facial expression, but in a mocking, low-pitched tone.

"Klaus."

He laughs, unable to help himself.

"What?! What did I do now?"

"Stop looking at me like that!"

"Wow! So, am I forbidden from looking at my woman now?"

His eyes widen as if he has suffered a great betrayal.

He leans back and starts looking at the glass in his hand. Although he tries not to show it, his lip purses slightly.

You raise your eyebrows slightly, trying not to let his sweetness get to you.

He’s always pulling these cheap tricks.

And you always fall for them.

This time, you rest your arms on the table and lean toward him.

"Love.."

You draw out the word as you look into his sulky eyes.

Who could have imagined that he was a hybrid who had lived for a thousand years and turned everyone's life into a living hell?

As soon as he hears your soft voice, one of his eyes twitches and his chest heaves with a deep breath.

You don't need to force him to give up.

You reach out and touch the hand he is using to hold the glass.

The moment he feels your hand, his eyes widen, and he instantly drops the glass and grasps your hand.

As he holds your small hand in his palm and strokes it, he clears his throat and turns his head to the side.

"You broke my heart.. Forgiving won't be easy. Y'know that, don't you?"

You smile at the moody tone of his voice.

You looked how gently he strokes the back of your hand, cradled within his large palm.

The contradiction between his words and actions makes you laugh.

It warms your heart to see the most powerful creature in the world, acting like a kid in front of you.

There was nothing to forgive.

You knew your man would never stop adoring you.

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you'd expected him to be hungry. you just hadn't realized how ravenous he was, nor what drinking blood did to him.

"f-fuck, ah— c-careful," you gasped.

your voice echoed in the empty room, and his pleasurable grunts echoed with it. it was so dark that you could barely see a thing. you winced, again, from the strange new sensations surging through your body.

"ah— c-careful, klaus, please" you squeaked, it was the only sound that could escape your throat as he clamped your shoulder in his jaw. your neck was soaked, smeared in spit and blood, a leftover gift from when he had searched for the safest spot to drink.

he'd settled on the spot between your collarbone and neck, and there his teeth had sunk in.

with his fangs pierced right down to the bone and his lips bruising your skin, he continued to carefully suck your blood out and into his mouth. it felt like heaven, warm and wet sliding down his throat. to you it was a confusing mix of pleasure and pain.

"a-ah... is—is it, okay?" you whimpered.

klaus let out a low moan in response.

you couldn't move. you were clamped in his jaw, the jaw of a predator designed to keep its prey still, and his body was pinning yours to the cold wood of the floor.

to any passerby you would have looked terrifying. his body was obscured in the dark, appearing as just a hulking, bloody shadow, merging and distorting the outline of your own form; the visage of a monster in the night, consuming the body of a frightened human.

but that wasn't how you saw it. no, you were in the thralls of absolute delight.

one of his hands were on your waist, his fingers carefully drawing you up until you were held taut beneath his body, and the other hand was feverishly groping your tits.

he had torn your dress to feed and then tore a little further, leaving your skin bare right down to your ribs. he was squeezing, stroking, his thumb desperately massaging your nipple. he wanted to hear your whimpers, your soft jolts when he overstimulated that sensitive spot.

you felt him sink down between your legs, his hardened bulge thick and round as it nudged at your bare thigh. he was softly grinding it up against your panties.

you'd never do this, never. this wasn't like you at all. but you were doing it now.

you were mewled as he dry-humped your little body.

your breath was ragged, the soft puffs of condensation from your lips turned a ghostly white by the pale light.

feeding had always been a euphoric experience for him. but now, with you, it had become a full body orgasmic experience, feeding every positive stimulus in his brain and body.

every nerve in his body was on fire in the best way. his body was pulsing, pumping. his arms were covered in goosebumps, his dark hair standing on end, and his cock was painfully erect beneath his pants.

he needed relief. he needed more.

"mmm... mmm," his muffled groans got louder as he continued to feed.

his conscious brain was fighting those deep, vampiric urges, the need to indulge in pleasure no matter the consequences, but his subconcious was primal.

if he had his way he'd drain everything, slowly, all while pumping between your legs into your pretty little cunt, but he couldn't allow that.

you were a sweet, naïve thing, you'd just let him take you up here. your whimpers were heaven, but your softness was too pure for him to fully ruin.

so he forced himself to break a part from you.

he withdrew his fangs and pulled back, revealing the purple, bruised skin of your shoulder. he licked the wound clean before forcing himself away.

"please, please, if you—if you give me your wrist, i—i'll be done, and—"

klaus paused to pant, his lips still stained red. you watched your own blood drip down his chin.

"and, if i could... have you, in another way, it may help to, calm my urges" he said, his voice husky and dark. you watched his eyes glimmer a bright gold. "may i have you?"

"yes," you instinctively blurted, he lunged forward and kissed you. his lips were hard, rough, and you could taste the metallic sting of blood on them. when he pulled back he looked overjoyed.

"good. good. come here, love," he ordered.

you jolted as he dragged your body forward. he carefully tore a hole through your dress and panties with his bare hands.

you shuddered as the cold air hit your bare and slick-coated pussy, but klaus didn't leave you bare for long.

he roughly manhandled you onto the ground before stripping out his suit, allowing his already erect cock to fall down hard on your clit. the sight caused a small, surprised noise to escape your throat, one that he relished.

he was slow, deliberately distracting you with his cock as he raised your wrist to his mouth. he kept you captivated as he carefully slid it inch by inch down your swollen clit, letting you feel every inch.

the pleasure of sinking both his teeth and his cock into you at once was enough to make him physically shake.

with a soft grunt he penetrated both.

your words were turned to gibberish as he pushed his cock in deep, until his pelvis was perfectly squished up against you. the moment your blood hit his throat he started to pump.

you were inside him, and he was inside you. on that filthy, cold floor, you were his.

he started to push his cock in tandem with his teeth.

as his fangs gently shifted beneath the skin, as his lips sucked and bruised, his fat cock gently slipped in and out of your cunt. for such a furious feeder he was a surprisingly gentle lover.

he was terrifyingly strong, that much was clear up close. he bent your thighs until they ached, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he held you in place, and with each push you could feel the power he was holding back.

you felt him pumping, drawing out your precious blood while his cock ravaged you from inside. each delicious slip, each pulsing throb, every time you felt his cock twitching for attention against your creamy walls, it was unbearable.

you were whining, your heavy breathes producing less and less ghostly condensation. klaus was panting furiously with each thrust, his breath condensing like smoke as he huffed through his curled nose. he was lost in the pleasure, the urge, the need.

and between the tightness, the heat, the copious oozing slick squelching and pooling around his bare skin and dripping off his balls as they smacked against your ass, mixed with the sound of you whining and the fresh blood in his body, he couldn't last any longer.

with a single, muffled groan, klaus came inside of you. his blue eyes rolled back and his body began to buck, smacking your hips until they went numb.

just as he felt your hot blood filling his mouth you felt his thick seed pooling and squishing its way into your cunt, filling every available space. it started to seep out as he continued to hump your limp body, now hanging in sweat, hot pearly strings between his pelvis and your inner thighs.

he pumped inside you until he was utterly spent, his own head now hazy and light, and at last he released you. your wrist fell limp to the floor.

klaus coyly wiped his mouth on the back of his wrist before brushing your forehead. "are—are you alright?"

the relief he felt when you shakily nodded was unmatched.

“rafe, stop! youre soaking me.” you groan, pulling your legs back.

he lets out an unfazed chuckle. a bottle of sunscreen dropped onto your stomach. “my shoulder’s fried from lifting yesterday. do my back.” rafe sits in another chair facing the other direction.

“bossy.” you mutter with a glare, but there was no heat in it—just pure annoyance.

you got up, putting the magazine away and sat on the other chair. rafe backs you, your view is full of his back muscles and the nape of his neck.

you squirt the cold lotion onto your palms, rubbing them together. didnt miss a glance at the scars he has on his back. but you dont say anything, dont need to.

you press your sticky with sunscreen hands against his shoulders. the second your palms hit his skin, you pause.

“oh my god,” you mutter, pressing your thumbs harder into his traps. “are you flexing right now? youre built like a brick wall.”

a smug smirk creeps onto his face. hearing that from his girl bestfriend, feeds his ego.

rafe tilts his head to the side, showing his sharp jawline in profile. wet curtain bangs parted messy from the pool, hang over at his brow. he cuts his eyes at you, cocky yet intense side stare. a wicked smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

god, he looked so fucking hot.

“what? you dont like it?” he leans back slightly into your touch. basking in the feeling of your hands on him.

you feel your face burning, breaking the intense eye contact with him. “youre so full of yourself.” you spat, trying to mask your breathless state.

your hands massages the lotion across his broad back. as you move down to his arms, you notice the prominent veins trailing down his forearms and over his knuckles.

“its so annoying,” your fingers traces the lines of his arms, feeling the steady strength from him. you continue tracing the blue vein running down his thick bicep. his frame dwarfing yours from this angle.

“you literally survive on cokes, beer, and whatever is in kelce’s fridge. yet you look like.. this.”

in his delusional brain, youre not making a joke about genetics. youre openly obsessing over him. you want him so bad.

“i eat salads sometimes,”

“yeah, right.” you squirt another cold lotion onto your palm. pressing them against his lower back, smearing the sunscreen. “like, you look times better than the guys ive been with.” you continued, not realizing the effect.

‘better than the guys ive been with.’

the phrase loops in his brain. a dark satisfaction hits his chest. every ounce of jealousy and resentment hes ever felt, whenever he saw you with another guy instantly gone.

rafe always knew those guys were worthless losers compared to him. but, hearing you admit it out loud? better than any drug hes ever taken.

“yeah?” he murmurs, voice dropping low. “times better, huh?” youll just pretend you never said that.

rubbed the freezing sunscreen into his broad back, last time. once you finished, you wipe your hands together. letting out a breath you didnt realize were holding.

“alright, youre good.” lightly tapping his shoulder to tell him to move.

but he doesnt move forward. instead, he turns around—sitting up and facing you now. rafe spreads his thighs slightly, leaning back on his hands and looking at you with that lazy smirk.

“front’s still burning,” his dark eyes focused on you. “dont half-ass it.”

swallowing your saliva feels suffocating. your cheek burned again, heart beat spiking. “are you kidding me?!” you scoff, but your tone was still soft. “d—do it yourself, ray.”

“my shoulder’s fucked, remember?” you both know hes lying. “squeeze the bottle.”

you let out an annoyed groan, but you grab the bottle anyway, too used to his bossy bullshit. youll have to reach his chest, without breaking your back.

so you shift forward. moving onto your knees, straddling his thick thighs. you hover on his lap.

“youre such a baby.” you pretend to be annoyed but a small smile escaped you. you squirt the lotion onto your hands and press them flat against his chest.

you drag your hands down his pecs, moving over the hard ridges of his abs. hyper aware that your knees are framing his hips.

the heat radiating off his body makes you feel dizzy. and because youre leaning forward, your chests are separated by mere inches. your hands are literally trembling, because youre aware of one thing.

rafe’s heavy gaze is locked onto your face. he doesnt even shift it a bit. he watches your micro expression, tracking the way your cheeks flush. they dropped lower, down to your soft cleavage in that tiny bikini he wants to tie off so much.

“stop looking at me like that..” you whisper, trying to focus on rubbing sunscreen off his body. it all felt too much. you two were practically naked alone in this private pool. the proximity alone intimidates you. he wont even stop looking at you!

“just enjoyin’ the view. cant a guy stare at his best friend?” he emphasized the last words.

he shifted his hips slightly, you feel something under your ass and clothed pussy. is that his dick?

no it cant be. why does he feel so big and.. thick? you bit your lip at the thought of your best friend inside you, his fat cock wouldve hit every inch of your walls. or that he’d tease you before pushing in—he would stretch you real nice.

get your head out of the gutter! that is your best friend. best friends dont fuck, right? plus, its not like youre into him anyway.

clearing your throat in awkwardness, you try to break the weird thoughts and sexual tension. you swallow hard, dragging your hands down over the defined ridges of his sixpack.

“done.” you spoke quickly. your hand still sticky with the left sunscreen.

planting your hands on his ribs to push yourself off his lap. but his massive hands shoots up faster, gripping both of your hips. thick fingers digging into your bare skin.

“not done.”

rafe lets go one of your hips, gripping your wrist instead. his fingers locking around your delicate bones. maintaining eye contact with you as he forcefully drags your hand down.

your palm slides over the searing hot skin of his lower stomach. and down to the deep cut of his veiny v-line.

“rafe, what are yo—”

“you missed a spot.” he rasps. pulling you an inch closer until your stomach brushes against his.

he doesnt just hold your hand. he pushes your fingers down, forcing them to slip just under the damp fabric of his waistband. rough edge of his boardshorts scrapes against your knuckles.

you froze, heart hammering so violent against your ribs. youre sure he can feel it.

“rub it in, baby.” he commands softly.

your hand is trembling, but his grip on your wrist leaves you no choice. guided by his force, your palm drags slowly along his pelvis.

you can feel the flex of his lower abs, the scorching heat of his skin.

and the undeniable physical evidence of how aroused he is by having you on his lap. pressing against the fabric just inches from your fingertips.

he wants you to slip further. his breath hitches, heavy thighs parting wider. hes entirely open on you crossing the line in this broad daylight.

“mhm,” a ragged groan vibrates in the back of his throat. he forces your hand to dip lower to the center of his waistband.

hes not letting go of your wrist. he purposely brings your hand straight to his print. your fingertips brushing against the hard bulge beneath the cloth.

you quickly rip your hand out of his grip. shoving hard against his chest, scrambling backward off his lap, so fast that you almost trip over the side of the lounger.

youre entirely breathless. your chest heaving. your face burning. your pussy throbs in secret.

“im d—done. put the rest on yourself.” you throw the sunscreen bottle at his chest.

rafe catches the bottle effortlessly out of mid air. he doesnt scramble. he doesnt even look embarrassed. this guy.

he slowly sits up, his stomach muscles flexing as he shifts. he looks at you, cowering and flustered. a perverted grin spreads across his face.

“thanks.” his voice still thick with arousal.

his gaze drop shamelessly from your flushed face, down to your tits in the bikini top, and your thighs in the bikini bottom.

“you do yours yet?” rafe taps the plastic bottle against his thigh. tilts his head with mockery. “sun’s pretty brutal out here.. i can get your front for you. y’know, just returning the favor.”

“i—i already put it on! im fine.” you snap instantly. crossing both arms tightly over your chest to block his ogle. your face somehow burns hotter.

he smirks, “right. your loss, sweetheart.”

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