#dexreq

𝓛𝓮𝓽 𝓖𝓸

(I’d let him punch me holy this gif is hot)

Your boyfriend is going through a rough time. You help him feel better ;)

Thank you for the request anon! I always feel like writing dark!Elijah smut so this was so fun! It’s also the freakiest thing I’ve written lol. I hope you enjoy - Dex

Warnings: Blood play, Spitting, Choking, Slapping, Oral F!receiving, Dom!Elijah, Sub!reader, Elijah’s pretty mean, overstimulation, blood drinking, degradation, use of slut, whore etc

Seperate warning for this one. This has CNC! (Aka Reader consents for Elijah not to stop when she asks him too)

Your white dress billows behind you as you sprint down the hallway and towards the red door. Your bare feet burn at each step on ragged tile. You glance back to see Elijah turn the corner. His stone cold face and bare chest are covered in blood, all emotion void from his expression. Desperation fuels your speed, your legs burning and your lungs screaming as adrenaline courses through you. Elijah follows at a steady pace, his deliberate steps echoing, his breathing animalistic. He could catch you in an instant, but he prefers the thrill of the chase. He wants to savor your fear, your pain.

His footsteps are unnervingly close as you near the door. Just a little farther…

You slam into the red wood, pain shooting through your arm as you grasp the brass doorknob. It’s locked. You pound on the door, scream, and glance back in terror as Elijah approaches.

“Elijah, please!” you plead, but he keeps coming. This isn’t your Elijah, the kind and noble man you loved. This is a monster.

You turn back to the door, pounding and screaming for help, but it’s too late. Elijah’s hand clamps onto your upper arm, yanking you toward him. You struggle, but his grip is unbreakable. His eyes darken, veins pulsing as he opens his mouth, revealing sharp fangs glinting in the darkness.

Elijah jolts upright in bed, his body drenched in sweat and trembling. Nightmares of hurting you plague him every night since the incident with his mother. The red door haunts his mind, and he can no longer ignore it.

Breathing deeply, Elijah clutches his hair and turns to watch you sleep. Usually, this sight calms him, reminding him that he isn’t the blood-covered man in his dreams. That red door Elijah is just a fragment of himself, a dark fraction everyone has.

But tonight is different. The dreams are more vivid, leaving him feeling feral and dangerous. Every small sound or touch threatens to make him lose control. He needs blood.

Elijah carefully slips out of bed, pulling on grey sweatpants. He moves silently through the dark compound, descending the staircase to the large kitchen. He rounds the island, opens the blood fridge, and light floods the dark space. He grabs three blood bags and rips into one.

As the blood overtakes his senses, veins web below his eyes. He grips the marble countertop harder, ripping open the second bag, anger rising. The taste of blood makes red door Elijah creep to the surface.

“Lijah?” you call from the doorway, wrapped in a silk nightgown. Elijah’s head snaps up, his red eyes meeting yours as the marble edge crumbles in his hand. You rush to him, but before you can reach him, he grabs you by the neck, pinning you against the wall.

Despite his aggressive state, you’re not scared. You’ve been worried for him since he returned, his personality flipping randomly between normal and red door Elijah. The worst was on Bourbon Street, when he tried to rip out a man's heart for bumping into you. Red door Elijah is possessive, never letting you out of his sight, fearing that if you walk away, he’ll start chasing you like in his dreams.

Elijah's grip on your neck is firm but not painful, and you see the conflict in his eyes.

“Hey, it’s okay, my love,” you say softly, cupping his cheeks and tracing the veins with your fingertips until they fade.

Elijah’s eyes return to their regular onyx shade, guilt washing over him as he releases your neck and drops the empty blood bag.

“Shh, you’re alright, I’m alright,” you comfort him, wrapping your arms around him as he breathes heavily into the crook of your neck.

“I- I don’t know what to do, I crave you,” Elijah growls into your skin, his fangs gently scratching along your pulse point. Your eyes shut at the contact, but an idea pops into your head. A crazy, probably stupid idea... but an idea nonetheless.

“Perhaps you need to release all the pent up anger.” You suggest carefully. Elijah pulls away from your neck and stares at you in confusion.

“What do you mean?” He places his hands on the wall either side of your head, keeping you trapped against him. You can tell by the look in his eye that he definitely knows what you mean.

“I mean,” You rest your hand flat on Elijah’s bare chest, sliding it down to cup him over his sweatpants. “Let go, take it all out on me.” You gaze up at him innocently, something you know drives him nuts. Elijah swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the movement.

“No y/n. I wouldn’t be myself, I could hurt you.” Elijah shakes his head, already feeling his alternate personality taking control as his cock thickens under your touch.

“That’s the thing, you won’t hurt me. And as soon as you prove that to yourself, you can start to move past this.” You explain, slipping your hand under his waistband and taking hold of his erection, his length warm in you grasp.

You completely believe what you’re telling him. You know that he would never hurt you if not for pleasure, but that doesn’t stop you feeling like this may be a mistake. After all, Elijah is pretty dominant in bed already. If normal Elijah can edge you for hours or make you cum so much you’re begging for him to stop. Who knows what red door Elijah will do.

“Do you kn-“ Elijah interrupts himself with a deep groan as you push his pants to his feet and bring your unoccupied hand down to play with his balls, rolling them between your fingers. You can’t tear your gaze from his swollen cock and the bead of arousal gathering at the tip as wetness builds between your legs. You could mentally pat yourself on the back right now for not dropping to your knees and licking it up.

He suddenly grips your wrist, rough enough to leave a mark, making you gasp in surprise and release your hold on him. When you look up, you see that his eyes have returned to that crimson shade with veins underneath them. He grabs your neck with his free hand and leans down till your faces are inches apart.

“Do you know what you are asking for?” He breaths against your lips, tightening his hold when you nod. “Words.” He commands sternly.

“Yes, Elijah.” You squeak. He smirks at you, the veins flowing under his eyes.

“And you are aware that if you say stop, I won’t.” Elijah growls. You can tell he’s holding back, needing your consent before doing anything more.

“I know. I want you…” You murmur, bravely grabbing at his crotch again before whispering in his ear, “to ruin me.”

You can visibly see when red door Elijah fully takes over, any apprehension within him vanishes as he suddenly rips your night gown off your body and steps out of his pants, leaving you both naked.

“I didn’t mean here!” You whisper, looking around anxiously. The kitchen is one of the main rooms of the compound. If anyone were to wake up it’s highly likely they’d come to this room.

You squeak as Elijah lifts you onto the centre island and pushes you to lay flat on it. The cold marble countertop against your back sends chills down your spine as Elijah stands between your legs. His eyes are clouded,

“What if someone walks in?” You ask as Elijah bends your knees so that your feet are on the counter and your core is exposed. Elijah doesn’t respond, instead grabbing the last blood bag and holding it over you with a smirk.

You don’t have time to even question what the hell he’s planning before he rips the plastic in half with his hands, drenching you in blood. God this man is lucky you love him because no other human would still be turned on while covered in blood. Elijah leans down so you are face to face, his chest is getting covered in blood now as well.

“If anyone walks in here,” Elijah dips a finger between your breasts, “I’ll snap their neck.” He growls, sucking on his now bloody finger, moaning at the taste.

Red door Elijah doesn’t seem to be the slow and steady type. His movements are rough and almost crazed as he grips your thighs and pulls your legs over his shoulders. Now eye level with your blood covered cunt, Elijah doesn’t hesitate to practically devour you. The filthy sound of his mouth slurping up the mix of blood and arousal between your folds echoes throughout the kitchen. You release a choked moan as he sucks harshly on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Normal Elijah usually starts soft and gradually builds your pleasure to its peak. So this unfamiliar pace fills you with an uncomfortable sensitivity, causing you to grip his hair in both your hands and try to push his head away. Elijah releases a disapproving grunt at your actions. He moves his grip from your thighs to your wrists and pins them straight down at your sides. Your hands clench helplessly at the sleek countertop in an attempt to find something to grip as you squirm with oversensitivity.

When your wrists are tugged on slightly, you lift your head for the first time to watch the man between your legs. Elijah’s face is coloured crimson and veins are moving beneath his skin. A whimper passes your lips when his tongue thrusts inside you and his red eyes meet yours. His gaze is intense and demanding, practically shouting ‘behave’. You throw your head back against the marble with a loud moan as Elijah starts fucking you with his tongue. The feeling of the pointed muscle curling against your sweet spot has you arching your back. Sharp stabs of overstimulation are turning into waves of pleasure, causing you to clench your thighs around his head.

“E-Elijah I’m so close.” You wail, all your pleasure knotting together, building up in your lower stomach. Elijah hums in approval, his tongue working faster. and his nose nudging against your clit. Your moans increase in pitch as you’re brought closer to the edge, your hips jerking and your legs starting to shake. It doesn’t take more then a few thrusts of Elijah’s tongue against the spongy spot inside you before you’re coming, wailing in pleasure and practically grinding on your boyfriends face as you get lost in the euphoric feeling. Your legs are almost vibrating with the intensity of their shaking and your walls are pulsating around Elijah’s tongue as you come down from your orgasm.

Elijah pulls away quite suddenly, releasing his bruising grip on your wrists and dropping your legs from his shoulders. “Stand up.” He orders, taking a step backwards. You would have given him a ‘are your serious right now?’ type of look, if you weren’t too out of it. Instead you stay lying across the counter, trembling as you come down from your high. After a moment of silence you manage to speak out, “Elijah, Can’t.”.

“I said,” he grabs you under your arms and hauls you upwards so you are standing on shaking legs, all your weight being supported by him, “stand up.” He seethes, releasing his grip.

Your knees instantly buckle underneath you and you fall into Elijah’s chest. You would have hit the ground if not for him wrapping an arm around your waist, holding you against his chest and smirking at your feeble state.

“My naughty girl,” Elijah tugs your hair so that your head swings back, your eyes meeting his, “can’t even follow a simple task, hm?” He taunts.

His face has returned to normal, and he seems to have wiped the blood from around his mouth at some point. Elijah’s eyes are clouded with more than lust and you can see the red door version of him staring back at you. He usually talks much more during sex, and you can’t deny that you miss the comforting praise.

That thought is literally smacked away as Elijah’s palm meets your cheek in a light slap. You probably look like an idiot for a split second as you process what he just did.. and how much you liked it. You release a drawn out moan as he repeats the action before grabbing your jaw, holding your head up to his and smirking.

“Do you like that?” Elijah chuckles as you flush in embarrassment.

“If you wish to act like a slut, then I will treat you as such. Open.” He growls, pulling at your jaw as you open your mouth. Red Door Elijah is seemingly full of surprises, as he lines up his mouth with yours and spits. The feeling of someone else’s spit in your mouth would likely make you throw up. But this was Elijah, your boyfriend and the love of your life so of course it feels good. A rush of arousal wets your spent cunt as you gurgle slightly.

Elijah clamps your mouth shut, grinning like a maniac as he instructs you “Swallow,” The slide of his spit down your throat makes you moan, absolutely loving the filthiness of his actions, “Good girl.” He praises you for the first time, giving your jaw a light squeeze before releasing it.

The praise is gone as quickly as it came when Elijah spins you around, bending you over the counter. You gasp at the coldness against your sensitive nipples. He holds your hip with one hand, the other guiding his erect cock through your shiny folds. The pleasure of Elijah nudging your clit with every upstroke distracts you from the feeling on blood slowly drying on your skin.

Your mouth drops in surprise, screaming out as Elijah suddenly enters you in one bruising thrust and with no warning. The stretch is painful, but you’re wet enough that he slides in easily. Your hand shoots behind you on reflex, pushing hard against his torso. Elijah only chuckles at your pathetic attempt of pushing him away, grabbing your wrist and holding it behind your back.

“Too much Elijah, please just wait!” You plead when you feel him starting to move inside you, blood smearing the whit marble underneath you.

“Shh, take it.” Elijah shushes, not waiting for you to adjust before slamming into you again, his tip pressing against your cervix and causing you to sob out a moan. With every battering thrust of his hips, the loud clap of skin meeting skin fills the room.

It doesn’t take more than a minute before the pain dulls into a numbing ache and the pleasure overwhelms you. You’re moaning like a whore, taking every inch of his thick cock inside you, your walls fluttering around him. The way his shaft glides across your g spot makes you jerk with pleasure.

“That’s it, such a sweet little slut falling apart on my cock.” He coos, releasing your hand and pulling you up till your back meets his chest. He wraps his arm around your neck so your chin rests on his bicep and keeps working his hips back and forth, fucking into you in long, brutal strokes. The base of his cock throbs every time he bottoms out, and his balls slap against your slit with wet, filthy noises. His animalistic grunts mix with your cries of pleasure.

“Still too much for you?” He teases, laughing when his only response is a gurgle of incoherent words that you didn’t even notice came from your mouth. “Yeah?” He murmurs, pounding into you at an inhuman speed.

Elijah rests his other hand on your blood stained lower stomach, sending a jolt of warmth through you.

“Who do you belong to?” Elijah whispers, his breath tickling your ear. “Who owns this cunt, y/n?” He runs the tips of his fingers over your clit.

“Y-you Elijah!” You sob, tears forming in your eyes from the intense pleasure this man is giving you.

“That’s my girl.” Elijah praises before bringing his hand down hard on your clit. Surprisingly it wasn’t painful at all. You heard the smack before you felt it and suddenly you were gushing around his cock, the mix of his cock rubbing at your walls and the sharp pleasure to your clit plummeting you into an unexpected orgasm. Your eyes go blurry from tears as you squirt all over the counter and floor. Euphoria runs through you in a single wave as your walls uncontrollably pulsate around Elijah.

“Look at you, cumming on my cock like a good little girl. Making such a mess.” Elijah’s groans, pulling out of you suddenly. You whine at the loss, feeling your slick cunt clench at the air. Elijah turns you to face him before bending down and hooking his arms under your legs. You squeal as he lifts you up, essentially folding you in half as your knees touch your shoulders. Elijah’s hands cup your arse, and you wrap your own around his neck. He shows no strain as he holds you in mid air, turning you both so he can lean slightly against the counter.

You throw your head back and clench your eyes shut as Elijah pushes inside you again, the sensitivity of having just cum causing you to claw harshly at his back.

“Elijah, stop!” You call out, the overstimulation feeling like too much. He doesn’t listen, not that you were expecting him too.

You’re absolutely helpless as he starts moving you up and down his length, using you like some type of fuck doll. You fidget and squirm relentlessly in an attempt to make him stop.

“Look at me!” Elijah barks. You use the little strength you have to lift your head, meeting his intense and feral gaze. “You are going to shut up, take my cock and you’re going to fucking enjoy it. Do you understand?” He sneers, slowing down so you can catch your breath and come up with a coherent sentence. You’ve never heard Elijah speak so vulgar before and it strangely turns you on.

You know that if you put up enough of a fight, your Elijah would come back and stop immediately. He’d probably beat himself up with guilt while he holds you and apologises way too many times. But you don’t want Elijah to feel bad, you asked him to do this in the first place.

“I understand, wanna take it.” You rush out before crashing your lips onto his, you can feel his grin as you try to shove your tongue into his mouth. He parts his lips for you and you whimper when he sucks heavily on your tongue.

Elijah thrusts his hips up erratically, his thrusts reaching vampire speed as his climax steadily approaches. You break the kiss to bury your face in his neck when you feel your own rising in your gut.

Elijah lifts one hand to grip your hair and pull your head back to present your neck. Searing pain rushes through you as his fangs pierce your skin, mixing with the pleasure of his thrusts. Your vision goes black as your third orgasm of the night crushes you. The feeling of Elijah’s cum filling your tight cunt only prolongs your pleasure. You feel Elijah retreat from your neck as his moans fill the air, mixing with what you realise is your own screams.

Elijah slips out of you when his cock stops spurting, feeling the aggressive, lust filled haze of red door Elijah dissolving with every passing moment. He sits you on the counter momentarily to unhook his arms from underneath your legs. Then he lifts your trembling form back into his embrace, one hand holding your bum for support and the other cradling your head into his neck. Your grip around him loosens as you continue riding the waves of pleasure, shaking like a leaf in his hold.

Elijah chuckles endearingly as you moan into his neck. “Still coming baby?” He grins, kissing the top of your head. You manage a small whimper of agreement as you feel him start to walk somewhere.

Thank god for vampire speed, because Elijah has you in a warm shower within the minute. You rest against him, half asleep, as he washes the dried blood off your skin. After you are both clean and dry, you settle under the covers of your bed, cuddled up to the love of your life.

“Please tell me you don’t regret it.” Elijah mumbles into your hair. You release a tired laugh, your face pressed against his chest.

“No my love, I don’t regret it at all. Did it help?” You yawn, cuddling further into his comforting embrace.

“Definitely.” Elijah sighed, his mind feeling a lot calmer and his body tired. You tilt your head up, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss.

“Love you lijah.” You smile into the kiss as you speak. Elijah copies your grin as he responds, “Love you so much baby.”. He gives you one last peck before leaning back into the pillow and closing his eyes, waiting till he hears your cute snores before drifting into a dreamless sleep.

The couple are passed out cold by morning, still recovering from their late night. Klaus however, is very much awake as he stumbles into the living room, where Freya and Kol are engaged in an intense game of chess.

“Do not go into the kitchen!” Klaus gags, collapsing onto the couch in a dramatic heap. “And remind me to kill both Elijah and Y/N.”.

T A G L I S T (msg or comment to be on it)

Yes, Sir.

Thank you for the requests sexy anons. Had a lot of fun writing this.

Warnings

Pure smut (duh), mxm, anal sex m! receiving, major dom/sub, a sickly amount of pet names, sir kink, bottom reader/top Elijah, no use of y/n, anal fingering m! receiving, choking, thigh riding, power exchange, clothed dom/naked sub, dirty talk, size kink, tons of praise.

You exit the ensuite and step into you and your boyfriend’s shared bedroom. You’re fresh out the shower, a white towel wrapped snugly around your waist.

The room is dimly lit by the blazing fireplace, bringing warmth to the normally cold compound. It’s fully dark outside now, the street lights of New Orleans reflecting through the windows. You gasp as you notice your boyfriend sitting at the foot of the bed, wearing an immaculate navy suit and smiling at you with tired eyes.

“Come here, pretty boy.” Elijah murmurs, beckoning you with a single ringed finger. You didn’t know if he would be home tonight, he hasn't been around much recently due to a situation involving his brother Niklaus.

You oblige happily, walking towards him and standing between his legs. Elijah places a kiss to your bare stomach, looking up at you with his beautiful onyx eyes.

“Hey Eli.” You greet, running a hand through his previously gelled flat hair. He tilts into your touch, closing his eyes. He wraps one muscular arm around your frame, his free hand resting on your waist.

“Hello, sweetheart.” He gazes up at you lovingly, making you blush slightly. You love when Elijah gets soft like this, all cuddly and needy. It’s not a common occurrence, a side of him that he has admitted no one else has seen but you.

You stay like that for a while, scratching his scalp lightly while his hand slowly ventures down from your waist.

“Baby, can we just…” Elijah traces the outline of your cock under the towel, making you shiver slightly.

You’re thinking about getting on your knees and pleasuring this stunning man in front of you when an idea pops into your head. You want to be in charge for once, to dominate Elijah.

Of course you love being submissive, just like Elijah loves being dominant. You love the way he pins you under his large frame, whispering filthy praises into your ear while his thick cock drills into your squirming body, hitting every pleasurable spot inside you with every stroke. But recently you’ve been imagining different scenarios. Elijah whining as you ride him, begging you to let him cum… or just Elijah begging in general. Yeah, that’s hot.

“Beg.” You command him firmly, a striking contrast to your normal sweet, soft voice.

Elijah’s hand stills, no longer groping you through your towel. His face is still nuzzled against your belly, although his lips have stopped kissing your skin.

Without thinking twice, you stop brushing your fingers through his hair and instead grip the strands harshly, pulling his head back to look up at you. He hissed at the pain, giving you an amused look as he rests his hands behind him on the bed.

“You are acting as though you are in charge.” Elijah teases, tilting his head slightly and grinning at your annoyed face.

“I am in charge.” You mutter, crossing your arms and pouting. You then remember that pouting doesn’t seem particularly dominant so you replace it with a unbothered look. This causes Elijah to chuckle, thinking his baby looks so cute when trying to dominate him.

You are just regaining your confidence when Elijah suddenly stands up, his figure towering over you, your eyes level with his neck. You look up at him, blushing under the intensity of his lustful gaze.

“What did you want me to do sweet thing? I seem to have forgotten.” Elijah asks politely, his words dripping with amusement.

You take a deep breath, feeling your cock fatten, the towel doing nothing to conceal your arousal. “I-I want you to beg.” You say, mentally punching yourself for stuttering. This is not going how you wanted, but you can’t say you enjoy this any less.

Elijah smirks, taking a step into your space, your bodies pressed together. He looks unbothered by the situation. The hardness pressing into your lower belly however, tells a much different story. “Very well,” He replies calmly, a dangerous look in his eyes.

You gasp in surprise as Elijah grips your neck, walking you backwards until you feel the wall against your back. The cool metal of his daylight ring digs into your skin, his large hand almost wrapping completely around your throat. A wave of desire engulfs you, blood rushing to your groin as you moan, your eyes rolling back slightly. Elijah inhales sharply, admiring you as you practically melt into his hold, all signs of dominance leaving you. He’s never seen you react so intensely to something, get so turned on by something as simple as a hold on your neck.

Elijah lowers his lips to your ear, nibbling on the lobe before whispering, “Please baby, allow me to make up for the time I’ve been away?”. His free hand lowers to your towel, untucking the fabric and letting it drop to the floor. You whimper as your erection slaps wetly against your belly, red and swollen, leaking arousal from the tip. Elijah takes your prick in his hand, thumbing over your slit. You moan out as pleasure shoots up your spine, your cock completely covered by Elijah’s large fist.

“Hm?” Elijah looks at you, his hand squeezing slightly before relaxing on your neck. You’re shocked that Elijah has never choked you out before, seeing as you two are relatively kinky in bed. You can tell by the lust swimming through your boyfriends dark eyes that he’s thinking the same thing… choking will not be a one time occurrence.

“Have I left that pretty mouth speechless?” Elijah taunts, pulling you back to the present. He releases your cock and rubs his hand along your side instead, knowing the soft touch will help ground you.

“Yes. I mean no! But yes I want you to make up for lost time.” You agree to his request, so distracted by his grip on your throat. Suddenly remembering you have hands of your own, you start undoing his belt, pouting in annoyance as you fumble with the buckle. Elijah chuckles, grabbing both your wrists in his hand before tilting your head to look directly up at him.

“Yes what?” He growls. You moan, unable to understand how you possibly thought you could be dominant when Elijah is your partner. You part your lips, the words you know he wants to hear at the tip of your tongue.

“Yes, sir.” You squeak, playing into your role perfectly as you look at him with wide, innocent eyes. Elijah groans, pulling you by the neck to meet him in a messy kiss.

The kiss is rushed as teeth clash and tongues explore each other. You whine high in your throat when Elijah catches your tongue between his lips, sucking on the flesh softly and swirling his tongue along the tip, mimicking the way he pleasures your cock.

“My good boy,” Elijah murmurs against your lips as he start walking backwards, dragging you with him. “You can’t help but submit can you baby? Always trying to please me.” Elijah releases your neck and wrists as he drops down into the armchair by the fireplace. your lips detach as he tugs you into a straddling position on his thigh. You gasp as your neglected cock rubs against Elijah’s suit pants.

You waste no time, wrapping your arms around his neck and humping against his thigh. You bury your face in the space where his shoulder and neck meet, whining at the drag of fabric against your sensitive tip.

Elijah’s hands find your waist, slowing your frantic movements to long steady thrusts as you pant against the skin above his collar.

“Look at you, riding my thigh so well. You love being naked in my lap don’t you? I know you like making a mess of my suit.” Elijah coos.

He’s right. You love the dominant look of Elijah in his suit, the way he looks perfectly composed with you naked in his lap, pathetically rutting against him like a dog in heat.

“Love it, sir. Love you.” You say, although your words are muffled by Elijah’s skin, which is now covered in your spit as you’ve been practically slobbering all over him. You can feel the heat rising inside your gut, so turned on by the way Elijah effortlessly took control over you.

“I love you, little one. Such a good boy for me, yeah?” Elijah praises, releasing your hips and chuckling endearingly as you instantly speed up. He cradles the back of your head, running his fingers through your hair.

You release a soft ‘mhm’ at his words, your fast and uncoordinated humping slowing down as you become increasingly tired. Elijah notices this and smirks, bringing his free hand down on your ass cheek with a loud smack, keeping his hand on your reddening flesh. You yelp, your hips jerking before speeding up again as the mix of pain and pleasure rushes through your bones. Elijah’s fingers dig into your crack as he firmly grips your cheeks, and you’re certain purple finger marks will be there in the morning.

“Stop now baby,” Elijah commands softly, pulling your head back by your hair and placing a sweet kiss to your puffy lips that are glistening with spit. “Go get the lube for me”.

On shaky legs, you quickly head to the dresser and grab the bottle from the open drawer before heading back to the armchair. You stand in front of Elijah, who has now removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, and pass him the lube.

You're about to take your rightful spot on his lap again when you notice his leg that you were previously humping and you feel your cheeks heat up. Elijah’s navy pant leg is a darker shade, damp with your sweat. But what really makes you feel like your legs might give out is the whiteish stains of your precum, smeared over the entire length of the fabric.

“On my lap, facing away.” Elijah’s stern voice makes you jump. He looks so good right now. His black tie loose. His suit is messy and wrinkled, his muscles bulging slightly against his light blue shirt. His onyx eyes are staring at you with pure lust. His jaw is littered with stubble and his beautiful lips are parted and swollen from kissing. His previously neat and gelled hair is messy and spiky from your hands running through it. His legs are spread invitingly, his erection on display, straining against the confines of his pants.

You manage to tear your eyes from the gorgeous man and get into the position he commanded, straddling his legs backwards, your feet pressed against the back of the chair either side of Elijah’s hips. Luckily the armchair was wide enough that you could comfortably fit your legs either side of him, squished between the armrests and Elijah’s thighs. You arch your back, resting your head on Elijah’s shoulder and thanking your body for being so flexible.

Elijah kisses your shoulder, then your neck, sucking a bruise into the skin and making you moan. “So pretty,” Elijah mumbles, “My pretty boy.” He grabs your arms holding your wrists tightly.

“Yours.” You whimper. Elijah pushes against your back, forcing you down until your upper body is hanging upside down, your head brushing his shoes. You moan loudly as Elijah closes his legs, trapping your cock between his thighs. He’s holding your entire weight with one hand around your wrists, the slight ache in your shoulders being drowned out by the pleasure flowing through you.

“Fuck, Elijah.” You keen, feeling Elijah’s hand on your ass cheek. He brings his palm down sharply, sending a sting through you.

“That’s not what you call me is it brat?” Elijah scolds. You wail as he starts moving his thighs, causing delicious friction on your painful erection.

“Sorry, sir.” You pant, blood steadily rushing to your head from the angle. Elijah hums appreciatively. You hear the sound of a bottle cap opening before lube lands on your tailbone, running down your crack. You squeal at the coldness of the gel. Elijah shushes you softly, before running his fingers down, collecting the lube and spreading it around your hole.

“Sorry sweet thing. I only have one hand.” He coos, circling the tip of his finger around your pucker before slipping it past the ring of muscle, filling you with his entire finger before pulling back out and adding a second.

“Please, please.” You sob desperately trying to speed up the process, and feeling like you might explode if his thighs don’t stop moving.

“Please what baby? Tell me what you need.” Elijah says sweetly, scissoring his fingers before curling them. his fingertips press against your prostate, making your eyes roll back and your hips jerk.

“I’m gonna come sir, please!” You almost yell, feeling your balls tighten, your body preparing to shoot your seed.

Everything stops.

Elijah’s thighs spread again and his fingers vanish from your hole, his hand now rubbing up your back.

“Well, we can’t have that now, can we? Hopefully you’re stretched enough from last time.” Elijah speaks as though he’s talking about the weather, not that his boyfriend was about to cum all over him. You sob dryly, the rising boil of your climax now only simmering.

“S-sir.” You whisper, feeling light headed from being upside down. Elijah pulls you back up, releasing your arms and flipping you around to face him. He shushes you, pulling you into his chest and kissing your sweaty forehead while running a hand through your damp matted hair.

“It’s okay little one.” He whispers, “let’s get you on my cock, hm? Then you can cum as much as you want.” Elijah sits you upright, then brings his hands down to his belt, undoing his pants just enough to pull his hard member and heavy balls out from his underwear.

You pull his tie loose, letting it hang from his collar as you undo the buttons of his shirt, running your hands along his toned chest. You look down, whimpering at the thick cock below you, impressively long with his red tip leaking and a prominent vein running down the length of his shaft. Fuck, you want it so badly.

“I know you do baby.” Elijah laughs, coating himself with lube. You blush as you realise you said that out loud. Elijah helps position you above him, looking into your eyes as you slowly sink down into him. Elijah moans breathily, while a long whine leaves your lips. You stop halfway, getting used to his large cock stretching you out. You claw at his shoulders and drop your mouth into his, kissing him sloppily, overwhelmed with desire.

Elijah kisses back with his usual calm and confident composure, one hand cupping your cheek and the other gripping your waist. Elijah seems to decide that you’re taking too long to adjust, so he pulls you back from the kiss and places both hands on your hips. Knowing your limits and knowing you can take it, Elijah yanks you down the rest of the way until you’re fully seated on his lap and stuffed full of his cock.

The mix of surprise and pleasure from his action causes you to scream, quickly wrapping your arms around his shoulders and muffling your sounds into his neck. Elijah wraps his big arms around you, holding your shaking body tightly and whispering soothing praises in your ear. “Gosh, such a good boy for me. You feel so good my love.” He groans.

After a couple minutes of adjusting, you sit up and slowly start to swivel your hips. Elijah grabs your arse cheeks in each hand, squeezing the muscle before gliding one hand up your body. You gasp when his nail lightly scrapes against your sensitive nipple, trailing up your chest and wrapping around your neck.

Elijah applies delicious pressure to the sides of your throat, cutting off blood flow without hindering your breathing. The action makes you feel lightheaded in the best way, even more so when he begins lifting you up and down, enticing you to bounce on his cock.

You find a steady rhythm, feeling the curve of Elijah’s cock hitting your prostate perfectly with every drop of your hips. You know you won’t last long, the heat of your climax bubbling inside you once more as the smell of sweat and the sound of smacking skin fills the bedroom.

Elijah is breathing heavily, looking at you with an intense gaze of desire and adoration before lowering his eyes to your neglected cock, swinging up and down from your movements. His hand tightens around your neck, causing you to grab his forearm. Both your small hands are unable to wrap fully around him, instead you dig your nails into his skin for grip as your thighs start to burn, your pace slowing with exhaustion.

“I-I can’t- mmh fuck.” You whimper as Elijah thrusts his hips up to meet your own. He releases your neck as you stop bouncing, grinding your hips lazily as Elijah presses an open mouthed kiss to your parted lips.

“Is my boy getting tired?” Elijah murmurs against your lips, pulling back and chuckling at your fucked out look as you hum in agreement. “It’s alright sweetheart, wrap your arms around me.” Elijah comforts, smiling as you eagerly nuzzle your face into him, sucking at his prickly jaw. He lifts your body slightly, pressing your hard cock into his lower stomach as your arms encircle his neck.

He keeps one arm under your bum, holding your bruised cheek in his large hand while his other hand holds the back of your head, cradling it firmly against him.

You release a near scream as Elijah suddenly begins pounding up into you, his movements causing mind numbing friction to your sensitive cock that’s sandwiched between your bodies. You try to throw your head back, but Elijah’s strong hold keeps you firmly in place. Making you squeal as your eyes roll back with the control he has, practically fucking you stupid.

“Mmh that’s it,” Elijah moans, unbothered by your attempts at moving, knowing that you’d tell him if you wanted to stop. “Just needed me to take over, yeah?” He drawled, as his heavy cock fills you to the brim, his balls slapping against your ass with filthy slapping noises. You sob wetly into his skin, overwhelmed with pleasure as you leak more fluid from your tip.

“It’s so much..” you mumble, tears streaming down your face and pooling in his collarbones. “I know baby, and you’re taking it all.” Elijah praises, his thrusts becoming erratic as his cock throbs and twitches inside you, his tip battering your abused prostate over and over.

“Are you going to come for me?” Elijah asks huskily, “Make a mess as I fill your tight little hole with my seed?” You moan at his words that only push your impending climax closer.

“Yes, Sir!” You wail, feeling your balls tighten as your walls begin to squeeze his cock. Elijah thrusts with inhuman speed, making you scream into his neck as he pushes you over the edge.

A wave of ecstasy floods your body as your cock releases three heavy spurts of cum. Your walls contract uncontrollably, your body trying to milk the cock still pounding into you.

“That’s my boy, come on my cock- oh my.” Elijah lets out a guttural moan, his hips stilling against yours as his seed sprays against your prostate, causing you to jerk as he coats your inner walls white.

Heavy breathing and the crackling of the fireplace is all that’s heard, starkly contrasting the previous pornographic screams you were releasing. Elijah laughs as you breathe out an elongated ‘fuck’. Your body still shaking as Elijah pulls your head back by the hair and meets you for a lazy kiss.

“So, choking is a yes then?” Elijah questions against your lips, causing you to laugh, pulling back to look at him. You hiss as he pulls out, come dripping down your thighs and onto Elijah’s suit pants.

“Definitely.” You giggle, resting your head on his shoulder and gazing lovingly at him. He tilts his head back against the armchair, looking at the ceiling before a smirk graces his lips.

“And how was your dominating experience, my love?” Elijah teases, turning to look at your annoyed expression. You scoff, slapping his chest playfully and muttering ‘dick’. Elijah cackles, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead and basking in the calmness of the warm and cozy evening.

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