šššššššššš | klaus mikaelson x reader
summary: when klaus has been occupied with the ongoings of the french quarter, you grow more desperate by the day.
warnings: 18+ mdni. smut, oral (m. receiving, basically face fucking), degradation but also praise, some dumbification, clit slapping, squirting, eating of one's own release (?) p in v, a lil tit slapping, reader is just rlly rlly fucking horny
wc: 1.4k words
author's note: i think i'm ovulating that can be the only explanation for this pure filth
Klaus was a busy man. That was the explanation you repeated to yourself over and over as the week continued, trying to ignore the growing ache between your legs. Your fingers never quite did the trick, and you were growing more desperate by the day. On Saturday night, you finally succeeded in getting Klaus to attend the opening of a new club with you. Unluckily for you, city officials were present and Klaus was once again drawn into negotiations and business talks.
As you stood on the side, aimlessly stirring your cocktail with your straw, you spotted Kol in the middle of what you could only assume was a gaggle of very, drunk witches. You smirked to yourself as a plan formulated. Hips swaying, you danced over to him, draping your arms around his neck as his hands fell to your waist. There was a mischievious glint in his eye. "Is my brother not doing it for you anymore?"
You said nothing, and Kol shrugged, happy to play into whatever games you were playing. From over Kol's shoulder, you caught Klaus' eyes - his jaw was clenched, holding his drink tight, but he could say nothing as he continued conversing with the mayor. You threw him an exaggerated wink as your hands tangled into Kol's hair. Then, as quickly as you had come, you disappeared into a powder room, just off to the side.
You could only assume the club was catered to the rich - the mirror was lined with gold-plating, a deep velvet armchair in the corner, cheesy jazz music playing, the notes floating into the air. You posed and pouted into the mirror, not even glancing to the side as Klaus barged in, a near murderous look on his face.
"What was that?" he demanded.
You giggled, not paying him any attention as he stood behind you, gripping your waist hard enough to leave bruises. Klaus shoved two of his fingers into your mouth and you gagged slightly at the intrusion. His other hand moved up to grip your throat. "What do you think you're up to, parading around the club with my brother? Dancing like a common whore?"
You whimpered around his fingers as you felt him, digging into you ass. You tried to wiggle around, determine to get any amount of friction you could. He laughed darkly. "Desperate little thing, aren't you? I bet you'd let anyone bend you over, take you right here in the bar, as long as it means there's a cock in you. Fucking harlot."
Klaus leaned down to whisper in your ear, voice low and gravely, sending heat straight to your core. "There's just one hitch in that plan, darlin'. You're mine."
Your eyes met his in the mirror as you nodded eagerly ā you were his ā you always had been. He chuckled at your response. "Yeah? You're mine? Mine to please. Mine to taste. Mine to fuck. Always and forever."
Klaus whirled you around, granting you to a surprisingly soft kiss to the lips before he settled into the armchair, legs spread wide, very much resembling a king on his throne. "Get on your knees."
You sank to your knees, grateful for the soft carpeting as you looked up at Klaus through your lashes, mouth already parting. You nearly started drooling as he pulled his cock out - standing tall and proud, tip pink and leaking, veins evident.
He hauled you forward, so you were mere centimeters away from the tip. Then, with a wet thwap, he slapped you with his cock. You couldn't help the moan that slipped from your lips, but before it could fully form, Klaus had shoved his member into your mouth in one, fell swoop.
You got to work right away, taking him deep, slurping just the way he liked it. Your hand came up to jerk off the part that couldn't fit. Despite his bravado, Klaus' head fell back, mouth open as breathless pants escaped. "I like you much better when you're not running your mouth ā this is what you were made for, isn't it, slut? Sucking cock?"
Your eyes fluttering shut as you tried your best to nod, every nerve on fire. Klaus' hand came to grip your hair, forcing your gaze up. "Keep your eyes on me. I want to see the look on your face when I cum down your throat."
You continued your ministrations, Klaus' hips bucking into your mouth. "Juuust like that, princess. God, you look so pretty with your lips wrapped around my fat cock ā you brainless little cockwhore."
He was close - you could feel it in the way his hips started stuttering. You snaked a hand down to your heat, drawing slow circles on your clit. This turned out to be a mistake, however, as Klaus' eyes narrowed. "Did I say you could touch yourself?"
His thrusts became furiously fast, clasping both hands behind your head, tangled in your hair. "Dumb bitch ā Your mouth's a fuckin' fleshlight, so warm and tight ā the perfect little hole."
You groaned, knowing the vibrations would be just what he needed to send him over the edge. His hips stilled, warm cum filling your mouth as he held you right up to his base, you breathing quickly through your nose. His thumb came up to swipe the tears on your cheeks. "Swallow."
You did, with concentrated effort, the thick liquid pooling down your throat. He slipped his cock inside his jeans as he stood. "Clean yourself up, and then meet me in the car. I'm far from done with you."
The ride home was torturous. You squirmed uncomfortably in your seat, Klaus' large hand resting on your thigh. Your dress had ridden up, revealing your salacious, red lace panties.
"Nik, please." you pleaded. "Please touch me."
"Touch you? When you had the audacity to flirt with Kol right in front of my eyes?" He laughed derisively. "I can't even begin to imagine what you would've done if I wasn't there. Would you have sucked him off? Let him take you? Pound his cock into your cunt, knowing he could never measure up to me?"
"No, m'sorry ā only you could. Need you ā need something ā please."
Even the strongest of men could fall. Klaus' eyes darkened as he glanced over to you. He raised his hand and slapped it onto your soaked heat. You bucked your hips up, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the stimulation on your clit.
"More!" you begged. "More."
Klaus repeated his actions, over and over until slick was running down your thighs and onto his leather seats. He grinned wolfishly. "Go ahead and touch yourself for me, angel."
The words were barely out of his mouth before you pushed the gusset of your lace panties to the side, spearing yourself onto your fingers. You normally would've been embarrassed by the wet, squelching sounds, but you were too far gone to care. Your other hand was rubbing your clit furiously, sending bolts of electricity through your body. As you added another finger inside you, you panted sporadically.
Your orgasm was building fast, and Klaus could tell. "Don't you dare come." He warned. "Not when you've been a brat all evening."
You whined, hips humping the air. You fingers were moving fast, pressure building and building, not a care in the world for Klaus' instructions. Your back arched off the seat, mouth open in a never ending moan as your orgasm washed over you, so hard that you could see stars. You had squirted - the juices dripping off the dashboard in front of you, a milky sheen - evidence of just how much you had been left wanting.
"You filthy fucking whore." Klaus scoffed. "Clean it up."
You knew him well enough to know he wasn't actually upset - in fact, his tone held a certain pride and his eyes a certain hunger as his pants tightened. You looked around for a napkin, but Klaus tutted disapprovingly. "That's not what I meant."
You hesitated - then leaned forward, your tongue poking out as you licked a long stripe up the car. The taste of your own release was certainly new, but you weren't complaining, hips rolling down on the seats as you swiped over your juices.
An animalistic growl left Klaus' mouth as he pulled into the driveway of the compound. Within second, he had vamp-sped you out of the car and up to your shared bedroom, tossing you onto the large bed.
He all but ripped your dress off, exposing your entire bare body. His eyes were raking over you, one hand lazily trailing a finger down your body - over the clavicle he so wanted to sink his teeth into, over the swell of your breasts as he circled your nipple, and down to your heat, pinching your inner thighs.
You bit your lip in anticipation, squeezing your tits with your hands. "Take me. Take me however you want." You emphasized your words with a little shimmy of your body.
"Yeah? Gonna let me use you? Just a little sex toy for my pleasure?"
You flipped over on the bed, arching your back so your ass was on display, and your dripping cunt in all it's glory. One of your hands found your clit once more, and your face construed in pleasure as you looked back at Klaus, eyes dark. "Mhm, need you soooo bad, Klaus. Need your fat fucking cock inside me, need your cum dripping out until I pass out."
The briefest look of amazement passed his face. "You're bloody insatiable."
He shed his clothes quickly, and you grinned into the sheets as you felt him line up behind you. He pushed himself inside with one stroke, and you threw your head back, a strangled groan echoing around the room.
"Fuck ā you're always so tight ā so warm." choked out Klaus. "Take me so well ā you fucking cock slut."
You hummed as your fingers gripped the sheets. You started rolling your hips back, fucking yourself onto Klaus. His pulled you up, so your back was pressed flush against his chest. He was cupping your tits in each hand, alternating between tweaking your nipples or delivering a harsh slap.
"Are you close, brat?" he asked, thrusting harder. "Can feel you squeezing me so tight. This is what you wanted, isn't it? For me to pound into your cunt until your brain goes fuzzy?"
"M'gonna come, Klaus." you moaned out. "Come inside me, want to feel you filling me up. Harder!"
He came with a roar as you clamped down on him, juices dripping out. You could feel his load, warm and snug inside you. He flipped you suddenly as his cock slipped out, hand finding your throat as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip. You took it into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it as your gaze never leaving his.
You grabbed your legs, hooking them into your arms and spreading them wide, putting your entrance on display. You looked up at him with doe eyes, eyebrows furrowed. "Again."
