#tvd fluff

It had gotten to the point where even Niklaus was teasing him about it all.

Whenever Y/N would leave the room Elijah’s eyes would follow and someone would snicker. 

He hadn’t realised quite how tiny she was the first couple times, Y/N always seemed to be sitting the first few encounters so when he had been too focused on sorting out his cufflinks and bumped into her, he didn’t realise who it was.

Not until she spun back around and called out his name with a smile on her face.

“Oh..” He breathed, Elijah hadn’t remembered the last time he’d been at such a loss for words but looking down at her he was. Y/N barely reached his chest, let alone being at eyeline. Her head was tilted all the way back, looking up at him with such a sweetness that it made his dead heart thump quickly. His head shook a little, trying to urge his thoughts back. “Y/N.” He nodded, “Forgive me, I wasn’t looking.” His throat cleared, he felt like he sounded funny. Did he sound different? Was his voice too high? Too deep?

He wasn’t so sure and he could feel the bead of sweat on his forehead.

“That’s okay, neither was I.” She smiled, holding up her phone as if to show him what she had been looking at. Her expression shifted, a slight frown and it made him worry more. “Oh did I mess up your tie? I’m sorry, I must've knocked it somehow.” Y/N reached up as she said so, her arms stretched up to straighten his tie. 

Her fingers were so close to him, almost touching him. Usually he was very possessive of his belongings, especially his extensive tie collection but he couldn’t help but want her to stroke every inch of fabric he owned.

He couldn’t take it, just watching her. It was straining him.

Without a word he had left the room, leaving her confused but she simply shrugged it off and went on her way.

From that day he couldn’t help but imagine her with him all the time.

Wondered how she’d look snuggled up against him, gods he’d be able to wrap his body all the way around her. 

He’d imagine her sitting on his lap, straddling him. Her thighs stretched open as she looked up at him with her big eyes. It made him throb.

Every morning he had to reach over her, grab the cereal and pass it down to her and every time he couldn’t help but let himself press against the back of her. 

At lunch he’d get too nervous that she might slip and slice her finger off when she cut her sandwich in half so he’d hastily make his way down the stairs and grab the knife before she could. She’d laugh, such a bubbly laugh that would make his heart clench and she’d tell him that she wasn’t a small child but he could always see the level of comfort and enjoyment she took when he sliced her sandwich into two triangles and shifted them onto a plate for her. 

Once dinner rolled around he’d be all over her in the kitchen. He’d lift her onto the counter, watching her legs swing back and forth as he slid the herbs across to her when she asked for them. 

She’d talk so much to him then, and he would always listen of course. It was impossible not to pay attention to her, her voice was addictive. But he also couldn’t stop himself from admiring her. He just wanted to hold her, feel her, know that she was his.

Pure and utter joy would fill him when his brother announced another event they were throwing.

It meant Y/N would be held against his chest, letting him lift her off the ground and dance her all around the room like she was just a petal in the wind. In addition to that, at the end of those events, Elijah was almost guaranteed a kiss from her. 

He’d walk her back up the stairs, her dainty hands clutching his bicep as she spoke to him about how lovely the evening had been. Once they got to her bedroom he’d clear his throat, a faint smile creeping on his lips but he needed to keep it back.

Y/N would tuck her hair behind her ear, a nervous habit Elijah had discovered, and look up at him through her lashes. 

“Thank you for being with me all night.” She’d whisper, her foot sliding in and out of her heel, another habit, before she’d reach up to wrap her fingers around his tie. Elijah would always have to hold his breath so he wouldn’t let out a groan.

She’d tug him down and he’d eagerly lean so that their lips could meet. 

Always soft and innocent but would linger slightly too long for it to mean something casual. 

His hand would hold her waist, he felt as though he could fit her in one hand. 

“Goodnight Elijah.” Her voice would utter before she disappeared into the confines of her room.

Elijah would have to sit as quietly as he could in his reading chair, his hair damp as he stroked himself like a desperate animal. His hips would jump as though somehow he’d lost the control over himself that he had trained himself to have over centuries. 

It took him an embarrassingly long time to finally cave to his feelings and bring her to his bed. But once he had her, he knew she’d never be able to leave him. 

Elijah was in a state when her legs wrapped around him, his hands traced the short length of her body over and over and she knew how much he loved her size. Especially once her fingers were trying to wrap around his cock, the contrased made his hips just. Watching her pretty pink lips stretch around the head made his hands tangle in her hair, he just couldn’t believe what was happening.

Even once he was deep inside her, he couldn’t help but watch as his cock disappear inside her over and over, he could feel her pussy stretching around him. He looked so big between her legs.

Y/N moaned and whined like a needy whore and it made him crazy.

“Just desperate to be split in two by my big cock, aren’t you baby?” he would taunt against her ear, relishing in the way she would clench around him. 

Once she finished around him, he would pump her full of his cum, not once tearing his gaze away from how it all spilled out of her.

Elijah was a carer, that much was evident just with his siblings but with Y/N he was even more so.

Pairing: Jeremy Gilbert x reader

Warnings: fluff! a little spicy if you squint at it <3

Word count: 4.4k (whoopsie)

Masterlist | Jeremy’s Playlist

Tyler Lockwood really didn’t know how to throw a small party.

The mansion was packed — people spilling out into the backyard, the music thumping loud enough to feel in your chest. Fairy lights twinkled from the trees, and the bonfire crackled somewhere in the distance. It would’ve been perfect… if it wasn’t so cold.

You hadn’t exactly dressed for the weather. When you left the house, it had been warm enough for a cute top and jeans, but the night air had turned sharp, and now you were regretting everything. Hugging your arms around yourself, you tried to focus on the party — on the laughter, the music, the people dancing in the grass — but your teeth were on the verge of chattering.

“You okay?”

You looked up, and there was Jeremy, appearing at your side like he always did when you needed him. His dark hair was a little messy, his hands tucked into the front pocket of his hoodie and his eyes flicked over you with that familiar mix of concern and softness.

“Yeah,” you said, trying to play it cool even though you were visibly shivering. “Just… you know. Little cold.”

Jeremy didn’t say anything — just raised an eyebrow in that way he did when he wasn’t buying your nonsense. And then, without a word, he pulled his sweatshirt over his head and held it out to you.

“Take it.”

You blinked up at him. “Jeremy, you’ll freeze—”

“I’m not the one who’s turning into an icicle,” he teased, his eyes twinkling. “Come on. Just put it on.”

You hesitated for maybe half a second — and then the wind kicked up again, and you weren’t about to let pride keep you from warmth. You slipped the hoodie over your head, and the second it settled around you, your whole body relaxed.

It was warm. And soft. And it smelled like Jeremy — like pine and soap and something you couldn’t quite place but was undeniably him. The sleeves were so long they fell past your hands, and the hem brushed the middle of your thighs. You tugged the hood up, half to hide the fact that you were blushing and half because you didn’t want to take it off.

Jeremy watched you with a barely hidden smile. “Better?”

“Way better,” you mumbled, tugging the oversized sleeves over your fingers.

He grinned, and you noticed the way his eyes softened when they lingered on you. “Told you.”

For the rest of the night, you didn’t take it off. You stayed close to Jeremy — partly because you were warmer with him next to you, but mostly because… well, you just wanted to.

At some point, you ended up by the bonfire. Jeremy’s arm stretched along the back of the bench behind you, and when the wind kicked up again, you felt him shift closer until his shoulder brushed yours and stayed there. At some point, his hand found its way to yours inside of the hoodie sleeve, sending a rush of butterflies through your chest.

“You know,” you teased, “now you’re the one who’s gonna freeze.”

Jeremy smiled, his dimples showing. “I’ll survive.” His voice dipped softer, the firelight dancing across his face. “Besides… you look better in it than I do.”

Your face went warm, and it wasn’t from the fire. You ducked your head again. “Jeremy—”

“What?” he laughed, his knee bumping against yours. “It’s true.” 

The fire crackled softly in front of you, and the night air was still cold. But with Jeremy’s hoodie wrapped around you and his hand loosely tangled with yours inside the oversized sleeve, you barely noticed.

Neither of you spoke for a while, the music from the party fading into the background. You watched the flames dance, but your mind was fixated on the way his thumb brushed lightly over your knuckles. Slow and soft. Like he didn’t even realize he was doing it. 

“You’re quiet,” Jeremy said eventually, his voice low and warm. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

You smiled, though you didn’t look at him. “Just… thinking.”

“About?”

You hesitated, because how were you supposed to admit that your thoughts were mostly about him? About the way his hoodie smelled like him, the way his hand fit so perfectly around yours, the way he always noticed when you needed him without you even having to say a word.

“Nothing important,” you teased instead, glancing up at him with a little grin.

Jeremy rolled his eyes, but there was a soft curve to his lips. “Sure.” His gaze dipped down, taking in the sight of you in his sweatshirt, and his smile grew. “Y’know, you could keep it. If you want.”

Your heart skipped. “What, the hoodie?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged like it was no big deal, but there was a hint of pink dusting his cheeks. “I kinda like seeing you in it.”

You opened your mouth, but no words came out. Because what were you supposed to say to that? Your face went warm, your fingers tightening around his without thinking.

“You’re blushing,” Jeremy teased, his voice dipping lower.

“Shut up,” you muttered, tugging the hood lower over your face to hide the fact that he was absolutely right.

He laughed softly, and before you could react, his hand let go of yours just so he could tug the hood back, brushing your hair away from your face. “Don’t hide,” he murmured, his voice gentle. “I like looking at you.”

That did nothing to help the whole blushing situation.

You were sure your heart was going to beat right out of your chest. And then, because your brain apparently wasn’t fully functioning, you whispered, “You’re being awfully sweet tonight.”

Jeremy’s smile softened. “Maybe I’ve got a good reason.”

Your breath caught. “Yeah? What’s that?”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, his fingers brushed against your cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The air around you felt warmer, like the fire had crept closer, and you were suddenly very aware of how close he was.

“You should wear my stuff more often,” he said softly, his eyes flickering down to the hoodie you were practically swimming in. “Kinda like knowing you’re warm because of me.”

You were definitely not breathing anymore.

And then — because Jeremy Gilbert was apparently trying to kill you with sweetness — he pulled the sleeve of his hoodie back over your hand, his fingers brushing against yours in the process. “There,” he said softly. “All cozy now.”

You swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper. “Jeremy…”

He smiled — that soft, warm, perfect smile — and his eyes searched yours like he was waiting for something. And maybe you would’ve said something, maybe you would’ve done something…

But then someone called Jeremy’s name from across the yard, and the moment broke. He sighed, his thumb brushing your hand one last time. “I should probably go see what that’s about.” You nodded, trying not to look as disappointed as you felt. But before he stood, Jeremy squeezed your hand. “Don’t go anywhere, okay?”

“Okay.”

You watched Jeremy disappear into the crowd, your heart still hammering from the way he had just looked at you, the way his fingers had lingered, the way his voice had turned soft and warm like you were the only person that mattered.

The hoodie still smelled like him. That stupid, wonderful mix of cologne and something distinctly Jeremy. You curled further into it, biting your lip to keep from smiling too much. 

“Hey, you.”

The voice was familiar, slightly slurred, and way too close for comfort. You knew Matt was drunk before he even sat down next to you. He plopped down on the stone bench, his blue eyes glassy and unfocused. The scent of beer clung to him.

“Hey, Matt. What’s up?” You smiled at his state, knowing he didn’t usually get this drunk at parties. He was usually the DD. It was good for him to have some fun once in a while.

“You’re cute, you know that?” he murmured, his breath tinged with booze.

Your stomach twisted. Maybe he was having too much fun.

“Matt, you’re drunk,” you said lightly, shifting away, but his arm wrapped around the back of your shoulders lazily.

“‘M not that drunk,” he mumbled, a grin on his face.

Matt wasn’t usually like this. Sure, he could be flirty, but it was always in a friendly, harmless way. But this? The way his knee knocked against yours, the way his arm stretched out behind you, the way his words were just a little too slow and a little too bold? This wasn’t Matt. 

You glanced around, hoping to see someone you knew nearby, but the party was still in full swing, and no one was paying attention. Even the couple across the fire from you were sucking faces. 

“I mean it,” Matt continued, his voice dipping lower. “You look… really good.”

He reached out, tugging lightly at the sleeve of Jeremy’s hoodie. “Even in this thing. What, Gilbert let you steal his clothes now?” He smirked. “Kinda cute, actually.”

You swallowed, resisting the urge to shrink back. “Yeah, well… I was cold.”

Matt chuckled, shaking his head. “You don’t need his hoodie. I’d keep you warm if you’d asked.”

This was wrong. You weren’t scared, exactly, but you were uncomfortable. This wasn’t the Matt you knew—this was just the alcohol talking. But that didn’t make it any easier to deal with.

You tensed, every instinct telling you to leave—

And then, suddenly, Matt was gone.

You barely had time to register that Jeremy’s hand was fisted in Matt’s shirt, yanking him off the bench.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Jeremy’s voice was low but furious.

Matt stumbled, blinking up at him in hazy confusion. “Dude—what?”

Jeremy shoved him back, not hard enough to knock him down, but hard enough. “Back off.”

Matt scoffed, swaying slightly. “Relax, man, we were just—”

“No,” Jeremy’s body tensed up immediately. His jaw tightened, and his hands balled into fists, clearly trying to contain himself. His gaze hardened as he stepped forward, eyes locking with Matt's. The tension in the air thickened, and his voice cut through it like a knife when he spoke to Matt. “You’re drunk, getting in her space, and not taking the hint.” His entire body was radiating anger. “So I’ll say it again—back off.”

Matt let out an annoyed huff, throwing his hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright. Whatever.”

Jeremy didn’t move until Matt turned and disappeared into the crowd. Only then did he let out a slow breath, his hands still clenched into fists.

You were still frozen in place, heart racing—not from Matt anymore, but from Jeremy.

The look in his eyes when he turned to you wasn’t just frustration. It was something deeper. Something messy.

“You okay?” he asked, voice softer now.

You nodded slowly. “Yeah.”

Jeremy exhaled, scrubbing a hand through his hair. 

“I was fine,” you attempted to reassure him.

Jeremy gave you a look, and you sighed.

“Okay, maybe not totally fine,” you admitted.

His lips pressed into a thin line. He was still pissed—you could see it in the tension in his shoulders, the way he kept flexing his fingers like he was forcing himself to relax.

And yet, beneath all of that, there was something else.

Something that made your stomach flutter.

You tugged at the sleeves of his hoodie, still wrapped around you, trying to ground yourself. Jeremy only shook his head, running a hand over his face. “C’mon,” he muttered, turning toward the edge of the property. “Let’s get out of here.”

The walk away from the party was quiet.

Jeremy still looked tense, his gaze fixed ahead, hands shoved deep into his pockets. You wondered if he was replaying what had happened—if he was still fighting the urge to go back and deck Matt for good measure.

You hesitated, then stepped closer, bumping your arm lightly against his. “You don’t have to be so mad.”

Jeremy let out a breath through his nose but stayed quiet. Your heart did a stupid little flip. You stopped walking, grabbing his wrist to stop him. “Jeremy.”

He sighed, finally looking at you, his expression softer now, but conflicted.

For a long moment, there’s nothing but silence between you two, stretching out like a wall you’re not sure how to break through. Then, his eyes met yours. There’s a softness in them; a crack in his usually guarded exterior. He opens his mouth, and his voice comes out quieter than you expected, barely above a whisper. “I don’t like seeing guys act like that with you.” The admission, so raw and unguarded, catches you off guard. It’s a side of him you didn’t expect, vulnerable and honest in a way he hadn’t been before.

Jeremy quickly looked away again, staring down at the pavement like he regretted saying anything. 

Silence stretched between you.

You bit your lip, warmth curling in your chest.

“You know,” you mused, voice teasing but gentle, “for someone who keeps trying to hide his feelings, you’re really bad at it.”

Jeremy huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head.

This time, you definitely caught the faintest hint of a smile before he ducked his head, his ears just barely tinged pink.

“Just shut up and keep walking,” he muttered.

You grinned.

And you did.

The quiet walk away from the party took you back to Jeremy’s house, neither of you speaking much.

Jeremy’s hands were still shoved in his pockets, his jaw tight. But the tension between you hadn’t disappeared. If anything, it had shifted—turning into something heavier. Something unspoken.

By the time you reached the Gilbert house, the air between you was thick with it.

Jeremy pushed open the front door, stepping inside first. The house was dark and silent—Elena must not be home yet.

You hesitated in the doorway, suddenly unsure. “I should probably—”

“Stay.”

Jeremy’s voice was quiet, but firm.

Your heart skipped.

He turned to look at you, his eyes dark, his expression unreadable. “Just for a little while.”

You swallowed, stepping inside. Jeremy shut the door behind you.

The air felt different in here; warmer, heavier. Maybe it was just because the outside chill had faded. Maybe it was because your heart was racing.

Jeremy let out a long breath, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck before looking at you again. His eyes flickered down—just briefly—to where his hoodie still hung loosely on your frame.

You hugged it closer, suddenly hyper-aware of how it smelled like him.

“You want something to drink?” Jeremy asked, his voice rougher than before.

You shook your head. “I’m okay.”

Silence stretched between you again.

You knew you should say something light, something normal, to break the tension, but your brain wasn’t cooperating.

Because Jeremy was looking at you like that again.

Like he was fighting something.

Like he was dangerously close to losing.

Your pulse jumped.

Jeremy exhaled sharply and turned away, running a hand through his hair. “You shouldn’t let guys talk to you like that,” he muttered, his voice tighter than before.

“I didn’t let Matt do anything,” you pointed out, watching him carefully.

Jeremy huffed. “I know. I just…” His shoulders tensed, his hands clenching at his sides. “It pissed me off.”

You swallowed. “Yeah. I noticed.”

Jeremy let out a breath through his nose. “I don’t want guys thinking they can just—” He cut himself off, shaking his head. “I don’t want him thinking that.”

The air felt impossibly thick.

You took a cautious step closer. “Jeremy.”

He turned, eyes locking onto yours, and that was when you saw it. 

The frustration, the tension, the lingering anger from earlier. But mostly, you saw how much he wanted you.

Something in your chest tightened.

You barely had time to process it before he was suddenly right in front of you, his fingers brushing the hem of his hoodie where it hung loosely over your thighs.

“Looks better on you than it does on me,” he murmured, his voice low and rough.

You let out a soft, breathless laugh, your pulse quickening. “You said that already.”

His fingers curled into the fabric, his proximity almost overwhelming. You could feel the warmth of him, the faint scent of his cologne mingling with the lingering hint of beer from the party.

His eyes flickered down to your lips.

Your breath hitched.

And then—finally—his lips were on yours.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t hesitant.

It was heat and frustration, all the pent-up feelings spilling over in an instant.

His hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer as he pressed you back against the hallway wall. You barely had time to react before he was crowding into your space, his body pressing against yours.

You tangled your fingers into the front of his shirt, pulling him closer, as his groan vibrated against your lips. His grip on your waist tightened like he was afraid to let go, his desperation evident.

Maybe he needed to prove something to himself.

Maybe he needed to prove that you were his.

Maybe he was done pretending otherwise.

Your heart hammered, and a warmth bloomed deep in your stomach as you kissed him back, eager, breathless.

Jeremy finally pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. His gaze was dark and intense, something dangerous lurking beneath the surface.

“I meant what I said,” he murmured, his voice rough.

You swallowed, your breath still unsteady. “About what?”

His grip on your waist tightened, pulling you closer.

“About not wanting other guys to think they can have you.”

A shiver ran down your spine, but you refused to look away, locking eyes with him as you bit your lip.

“And what if I don’t want them?” you teased, voice barely a whisper, daring him.

His eyes flickered, his fingers tilting your chin upward as his thumb brushed over your bottom lip.

“Then you should probably tell me who you do want,” he murmured.

Your stomach flipped, your heart thudding in your chest as you met his gaze, your voice low, barely a whisper.

“You.”

Jeremy’s eyes darken and his hands move to your waist, lifting you effortlessly. You gasp into the kiss as your feet leave the ground, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer. The motion is quick, almost instinctual, and you can't help but wrap your arms around his neck, holding on as he walks toward the stairs. His lips trail down to your jaw, kissing you in soft, heated bursts as he ascends, each step a reminder that this is real, that you’re here in his arms.

The warmth of his body against yours, the feeling of his lips moving against your skin, it makes everything else feel distant, like nothing else matters but the two of you. His lips press against your neck, and the sensation sends a shiver through your spine, your heart pounding in your chest.

By the time you reach the top of the stairs, his lips are back on yours, hungry but still gentle. He turns and kicks the door open to his room with his foot, never breaking the kiss. You feel the soft cotton of his hoodie wrap around you more securely as he carries you over the threshold and toward his bed.

As he reaches the edge of the bed, he gently lowers you onto the soft blankets, his lips lingering against yours for just a moment longer before he pulls back. His hands slide to your waist, making sure you're settled comfortably. The bed creaks slightly under your weight, but you hardly notice, lost in the depth of his gaze as he looks down at you, eyes dark with desire, but softened by something tender.

He hovers above you, his thumb brushing along your cheek as he leans down and kisses you again, slower this time, savoring every moment. His voice is barely a whisper, heavy with emotion, "I’ve wanted this... you, for so long."

His hands slid under the hem of the hoodie he’d given you, brushing the bare skin of your back, sending a shiver down your spine. You barely had time to react before he was kissing you again, slower this time, more deliberate.

Like he wasn’t just proving a point anymore. He was making a promise.

Jeremy’s hands were everywhere, his lips trailing down your jaw, kissing the side of your neck as if he were trying to memorize you, claim you in the most intimate way. Every touch sent a spark through your body, every kiss deepening the hunger you felt, the desire you’d never been able to name.

“Jer,” you breathed, your voice trembling.

Jeremy pulled back slightly. His lips moved down your neck, a trail of heat in their wake, and you shivered under his touch. His hands roamed lower, brushing below the waistline of your jeans, his touch careful, testing how far you were willing to go.

The tension was unbearable, but neither of you wanted to break it.

"Jeremy," you whispered again, your voice a mix of desire and hesitation.

He pulled back slightly, his lips just a breath away from yours. His gaze was dark, his pupils dilated as if he were barely holding on. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice strained.

You met his eyes, heart pounding in your chest. “Are you?” you whispered, grinning up at him.

Something shifted in his expression—a flicker of vulnerability—you both knew there was no turning back.

"Yeah," he breathed, his hands pulling you closer. "I’m sure."

You didn’t want to stop.

The world around you faded away as your lips met his again, desperate, fervent, as if this was the only thing that mattered. The kiss is deeper, pulling you closer as his tongue gently brushes against your lips. You don’t hesitate to respond, your breath mingling with his as his kiss grows more insistent, coaxing you into the moment. His tongue moves slowly, carefully, exploring.

The air between you is thick with desire, charged with something neither of you wanted to deny. Slowly, his shirt tugged up and was pulled over his head, and you could feel the warmth of his chest press against you. He pulled away slightly, his breath heavy as he looked at you—his lips swollen from the intensity of your kiss.

His hands slide up your back, this time pushing the hoodie off your shoulders, and it falls to the floor without either of you acknowledging it. His lips moved back down your neck, each kiss leaving a mark, a promise that you would both carry with you.

"God, you're killing me," Jeremy murmured, his voice strained with barely restrained desire.

Your heart thundered, and you leaned forward, capturing his lips with your own, placing your hands on both sides of his face. 

You could feel the intensity building, each movement more frantic as you tried to pull him closer, your fingers trailing down his chest. Jeremy’s hands roamed lower, his touch teasing, brushing against the waistband of your jeans before his lips moved to your collarbone, kissing with intent, leaving marks.

But then—

You both froze.

The sound of the front door closing downstairs reached you, followed by the muffled sound of voices.

Jeremy tensed immediately, his breath catching in his throat. You pulled back slightly, eyes darting to the door as the voices filtered up the stairs.

“Do you hear that?” Jeremy muttered, his voice thick with frustration.

You nodded, feeling the pressure of the moment slip through your fingers. His hands slowly dropped from your waist, and the tension between you thickened.

“My sister’s home,” he murmured, his voice tight. “I don’t—” He didn’t finish the sentence, but you could feel his hesitation, his conflict.

You stayed silent for a beat, just staring at him, chest still rising and falling with every breath. His gaze flickered between you and the door, but he didn’t move closer. He stayed a respectful distance away, the space between you now thick with unspoken words.

“I don’t want this to end,” you whispered, your hand brushing his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath your fingertips.

He glanced down at your hand, then back up at you. “Me either,” he confessed, his voice soft but rough.

But the distance between you both lingered, the moment shifting as reality encroached once again. You smiled softly, your fingers brushing his jaw as you locked eyes with him. 

Jeremy let out a frustrated sigh, resting his forehead against yours for a second before reluctantly pulling away. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his hands still gripping your waist like he wasn't ready to let go.

You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the lingering ache of want as you tried to sit up. "I should probably go," you murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

Jeremy's hand caught yours before you could move. "Wait," he said softly, his fingers tightening around yours. His eyes, still dark with unspoken emotions, searched yours. "Stay. Just for a little while."

You hesitated, heart hammering as you looked at him. His shirt was still off, his hair messily tousled from your hands, lips swollen from your kisses. But beneath all of that, there was something deeper in his gaze, something raw, pleading.

Wordlessly, you nodded.

Jeremy exhaled, as if relieved, and gently pulled you back onto the bed. He wrapped an arm around you, tucking you close against him, his bare skin warm against yours. His heartbeat was steady now, a comforting rhythm beneath your palm as your fingers traced lazy circles over his chest.

Neither of you spoke. You didn’t need to.

His fingers skimmed up and down your back, slow and soothing, as your body relaxed against him. The tension from before still lingered in the air, but now it was softer, quieter. You felt the weight of his arm drape over your waist, pulling you just a little closer.

Eventually, your breathing evened out, your body melting into his warmth. Jeremy felt it happen, the moment you gave in, the way your grip on him loosened as sleep took over. 

He didn’t move, didn’t dare disturb the moment.

Instead, he pressed a slow, lingering kiss to the top of your head, holding you just a little tighter.

"Just for a little while," he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath.

Masterlist | TVD Masterlist | Jeremy playlist

a/n: I literally have so many Jeremy x reader fics drafted! I want to post them all so badly <3

Likes, reblogs, and follows are never expected but greatly appreciated! These let me know I should keep on doing what I’m doing! (:

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“Almost…” you said, moving your foot up Elijah’s leg, till it almost brushed his crotch.

Elijah felt sparks of pleasure run up his leg. His body started to misbehave. He could not let you see this.

Elijah moved away from you so fast you fell onto the floor.

“Elijah?” you said, catching your breath. “What happened?”

Elijah cursed. Did this have to happen now? In front of you, his brother’s friend?

You pulled Elijah towards you, and gasped.

Elijah’s eyes were red, and veins covered his cheeks. His fangs were pointing out.

“Oh no, Elijah,” you said. “Are you hungry? When did you last feed?”

Elijah gulped. “Vampires gain their fangs when hungry… threatened… or aroused.”

You laughed into your hands. “Oh my god. Did I just give Elijah Mikaelson a vampire hard-on?”

Elijah’s grabbed the doorframe with one hand, crushing it. “It's nothing. I just need a few moments to collect myself.”

You sucked your cereal spoon, smiling. “So you do have a thing for me.”

“Of course not. Mere coincidence,” Elijah said, mopping his brow with his handkerchief. His fangs shrunk away.

“So,” you said naughtily, “nothing will happen if I do this.”

You dropped the spoon at his feet and bent to pick it up. Elijah’s eyes were glued to your dangling necklace… and your soft chest beneath.

Elijah’s fangs shot out with a hiss. “For the love of God,” he muttered.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” you said, slinging your hands over his shoulders. “It's cute.”

Elijah shut his eyes. “I am not some newborn vampire, unable to control his lust.”

“But you are around me,” you said, gazing up at him through your lashes.

Elijah watched you with open-mouthed awe, not even trying to hide his fangs.

“It's okay,” you said, lowering your voice. “I have an insane vamp boner for you.”

“Is that so?” he said, his lips pulling up.

Your eyes were wide and innocent as you toyed with Elijah’s collar. “So, what can a vampire do when their fangs…misbehave?”

Elijah smiled down at you, pulling your body against his. His fingers made tiny circles on the silk over your waist.

“There are many options,” he said quietly. “Usually one would leave, but you will not let me. One may try to think about something else,” he coiled your hair around his finger, “but that is also proving impossible.” He raised his chin sharply. “That leaves, well, embracing the situation.”

He swept your hair away from your throat.

“May I?” he said. His fangs were poised over your neck to drink.

Your eyes slipped shut and your breath hitched in your throat. “Of course I'll help you with your little problem,” you said. “You can address my sticky situation later."

MAIN MASTERLIST

Kai was overwhelmed with irritation, he wasn’t asking for much at all, simply some attention would suffice. He was sulking, his arms crossed as he glowered with a newfound hatred upon his face at those damning pages that you flicked through, all of your focus dispersed onto those printed words. It was even a grimoire for crying out loud, just some young adult fantasy novel that had you leaning on the edge of your seat beside him from the suspense.

None of the mythology would be correct, the heretic knew that and he hadn’t even skimmed a singular line with his leering grey eyes. He couldn’t comprehend why you would want to read something that contained such false nonsense when your life together was practically the same thing. There was fantasy, there was death and there was romance. It could be called The Vampire Diaries or some shit if it was fiction.

You lived a life that readers craved, and here you were ignoring the reality that surrounded you for wanton abandon of an author’s realm, held together by a spine that could break much more easily than that of a human. Kai released an audible sigh that filled the room, half expecting you to look up, but you did no such thing, happily entertained despite your ignorance of him.

“Y/nnnn.” He called to you, his voice loud and exaggerated although he was only inches away from your curled up legs on the couch. His annoyance was rising to a level that he had not experienced in a large amount of time, he could leave the apartment and return with a newly drained corpse to gain your undivided attention, but then you would be livid with him, and he would be doomed to sleep alone in the living room.

“Hm?” That was your reply. No words, just a sound that infuriated the Gemini Leader into a wave of mental madness. He leaned in close to you, shuffling along the couch so that he could rest his head against your shoulder, bringing a small smile to prohibit onto your features. Kai went to grab your hand, having the intent to bring it onto his hair so that you would mindlessly play with his brown locks. He always liked that.

As his skin touched that of your hand, instead of allowing your boyfriend to guide it to the destination that he sought, you swatted it away, returning your fingers to the outer cover of the book that held your undivided fixation. He loved that you had hobbies, he really did, however he liked it sufficiently less when they intervened with his craving to be close to you. “Y/n!” Kai gasped, offended by your rejection to appease his needs.

You fucking huffed at him, placing your bookmark to rest against the unfinished page as you snapped the object shut rather aggressively. “Can I help you Malachai?” Shit. Your needy boyfriend had pissed you off, and you were making him aware of it by using that name. He gritted his teeth, withholding some of the things that he could say so that the occurrence of a small couple argument would not arise. Kai loathed those, he’d had plenty with himself when he was trapped in the solitary prison world for stretching years.

“Love me.” It was an order, and you glanced down to where his head was rested on your shoulder, quirking a brow. Kai was looking defiantly up at you, the lines between his brows growing as his eyes silently pleaded with you. Those troublesome grey orbs always seemed to get you, reeling you into their inescapable depths as though he were compelling you, although he wasn’t - he never would.

They were the attribute that had first made you curious, his eyes held so many emotions, some maniacal of course. But there was a looming sadness that had been conjured within them, a distraught flicker of his past always resonating in those trauma induced pools. “I do love you.” You softly confirmed to him, knowing that sometimes, more often than not, Kai was hit with an unrelenting force to feel secure in his position of life and with other people.

“Good.” Kai mumbled into the crook between your shoulder and the beginning of your neck, placing a firm and meaningful kiss on your flesh. “Will you give me my attention now?” You pretended to think on it, putting on the act of having an internal debate with yourself over the matter by placing one of your index fingers onto your chin. There was no denying him when he was so adorable, however he did not give you the opportunity to make up your mind on the faux decision, for he raised his ring adorned hand and uttered a spell. “Motus.”

You found Stefan easily enough. He wasn’t hiding. No, Ripper Stefan never hid. He was exactly where you thought he’d be: holding court in a dimly lit corner of the Grill, sprawled in a booth with a glass of whiskey in one hand and a wickedly careless smile on his face. The smell of blood lingered faintly on him, sharp even under the alcohol.

His gaze lifted the second you approached, and a slow grin tugged at his lips. “Well, well. I was wondering how long it’d take before they sent you.”

Sliding into the booth across from him, you matched his gaze with a calm expression.

“I know why you’re here. The cavalry’s last hope. You’ll sit here, do the concerned friend act, beg me to turn it all on again—” he gestured vaguely, swirling his glass—“and return to being the good little martyr I used to be.”

“Actually, you’re wrong.”

The smirk faltered just a fraction, curiosity slipping through the cracks.

“I didn’t come here to fix you, Stefan. Elena, Bonnie, Caroline, Damon—they all want Saint Stefan back. The brooding hero weighed down by guilt and self-loathing.” Your lips curved. “Personally? I don’t miss him.”

His eyes narrowed, searching your face for sarcasm. “You don’t miss him?”

“Nope.” You leaned forward, elbows on the table. “Because that Stefan? He was miserable. He pretended he had it all together, but I saw it. The guilt, the constant self flagellation, like you were paying penance for sins no one but you cared about. At least this version of you…” Your eyes flicked over him, “…is honest. No filter. No act.”

Stefan leaned closer across the table, his voice a low purr now. “So what you’re telling me is that you prefer the monster.”

“I’m saying maybe the monster’s more real than the saint.”

For a moment, something like relief flickered in his gaze. “You know,” he murmured, swirling his whiskey again, “if anyone else heard you say that, they’d say you’ve lost it. That you’re encouraging the devil.”

You met his stare evenly. “They don’t get it. They want you to be someone they can control. I just want you to be yourself, whatever that may look like.”

He barked a laugh at that. “That’s why you’re my favorite.”

“Damn right.” You stole the glass out of his hand, taking a sip yourself. “So, what’s next on tonight’s chaos menu?”

Before he knew it, he could hear the low buzz of his destination – the frequent sounds of beer bottles clinking together, people talking each other's ears off after finally getting together after a while, and students trying to get a group project discussion done without having to repeat themselves five times because of the loud chatter.

He felt that he was smiling by the time he could smell the scent of ...well, alcohol and a variety of colognes. Some fried food and a lot of blood.

But when he walked through the door, and saw the true reason for his smile, he felt conscious enough to hide it or else seeming totally weird and out of it.

He bit his lip and walked over to the bar, mumbling his usual order to the tender before he sat on one of the stools. Slowly, he turned his neck to look behind him, and a gleaming smile found its way on his mouth when he realised that she had already been looking at him.

She'd been nodding to something her friend was saying, while looking at him. Klaus nodded lightly and slowly turned back around when she smiled back right away and turned away a little shyly.

Klaus' mind was usually always busy building strategies, making back up plans, being paranoid and trying to figure out who was betraying him. But for the past few weeks, she had taken up more than half of the space in his brain, and his heart had begun beating at a slightly faster rate – perhaps by a point five.

He had seen her hanging with Caroline and Bonnie, and quite often with Alaric Saltzman and Logan Fell. And each time that he'd approach any of her mates, she'd quickly back out and leave the space. Almost as if she didn't want to even be breathing the same air as him.

But all of the times that she was unaware of his looming presence, it was like she was the sweetest heart to be walking the earth.

So, perhaps she was afraid of him, Klaus had thought trying to come to a conclusion, remembering the sound of her escalated heart beats whenever he was around. But that wouldn't make sense as she had no reason to fear him, since as far as he knew, she didn't know anything about the inner-goings of her distant friend group.

Distant because he saw her with others more than he saw her with any of the Scooby-gang's members.

She'd be walking along with Caroline and Bonnie, and the moment she would see him around the corner, she would essentially scutter off. When he would interrupt her sessions with Alaric, she would scatter to gather her stuff and scurry off while making sure that she didn't brush against him as she passed him in the doorway.

And when he would crash her conversations with Logan at the bar, she would look quite pissed off, but still, she would be gone with the next gust of wind.

Sometimes Klaus’ wandering eyes would fixate on Y/n for a little too long and he would occasionally catch a boy gazing at her, or another one looking at her for a brief second before he would mutter something in his friend’s ear, something along the lines of, “she just needs to look at me once with a smile, and I’ll literally take her back to my house.”

He wasn’t sure then why his teeth would grit till he was pulled out of his rage by a hand on his shoulder, often of someone equally infuriating such as Damon or Alaric. 

He would just be quite outraged that the one girl he had his eyes on, he had to share with a couple others. And it didn’t even make sense, because no one even knew that he was even aware of her presence, let alone the fact that he would often be searching for her in places he knew she must be present. 

But maybe, it was her behaviour that had his interest piqued. He wanted to know many things about her, such as: why she avoided him, and why did he catch her hanging with the two older men so often. Maybe it was because he wanted her to be hanging out with him instead, maybe it was because he was curious and that was the most he had seen of her till date.

Since then, he had his eyes on her whenever she was around. And so far he had noticed a few other things such as, she only wore her prescribed glasses when she was alone, or attending a lecture, she had a sensitive skin that turned red if she rubbed it too harshly, and that she often read more than just one book at a time. 

A couple days prior, three to be exact, he was disappointedly walking out of Alaric's class. He had been hoping to crash one of her sessions again. But she hadn't been there – Klaus had even made sure to check if it was the usual time that she was there. The colour pink had washed over his cheeks in embarrassment, and he'd turned into the hallway that led to the library, giving himself another chance and hoping he'd catch her there.

He opened the gate just slightly ajar, enough for him to peak his head through. And just as he had hoped, she was standing right there, looking like a deer caught in headlights with her big eyes in the dim lighting of the library.

Biting back a smile, he walked inside, closing the door behind him.

"Hi," he mumbled, walking forward with his hands in his coat's pockets.

She looked around her to ensure that he was asking her. Still, she pointed at herself and whispered, "me?"

Klaus chuckled, then nodded.

She waved back at him then, and, "hi," she smiled.

"Uh, I've seen you around a couple times actually, but never caught your name," he whispered, sticking his hand out.

"Y/n," she nodded with a small laugh before wrapping her hand around his' easily, and Klaus couldn't ignore just how soft and warm it was. Or maybe he'd felt that about her laughter, he wasn't sure.

"I'm Klaus, it's nice to finally meet you," he smiled. "It wouldn't have taken this long if you hadn't been avoiding me," he shrugged.

She looked at the ground, embarrassed. "I wasn't avoiding you," she mumbled, turning to put a book back on the shelf. "I'm sorry that that's what it looked like."

The smile was still playing around on her mouth, but this one was covered in hues of truth that she was holding back.

"Oh? My eyes must have been deceiving me every time you ran off when I came around," he pointed out, amused.

"Well, I don't know," she exclaimed, "you just make me nervous!"

Klaus looked at her incredulously. "You didn't even know my name until a few minutes ago, and you say that I made you nervous? That doesn't make any sense, now does it?"

"I know! But --" she hesitated, "I don't know," she deflated like a balloon.

Klaus sighed, shrugging. "I -- are you nervous right now?" He could hear very well that she was, but he still wanted to hear what she had to say.

"I mean, kind of?" She trailed off. "But not as much as you usually do!"

"Alright, baby steps, perhaps." He laughed, and then harder when she doubled over and put her hand on his arm for support.

"Wait, am I holding you back?" He quickly asked.

"I mean, yes you are, but it's fine," she shrugged. "I don't want to go to class anyways," she said, grinning.

"I didn't take you for a bad student," he feigned being shocked.

"I'm not! It's just, I've already covered what he's going to teach in class today," she smiled, embarrassed again.

"Is that why I see you around Alaric so often?" Klaus gasped. "Are you trying to leave you batchmates behind?"

Y/n laughed as if he was talking crap after taking five shots.

"Well, I'd rather put it as, I want to learn everything in my lifetime, and right now, it means I know what's written in most textbooks, more well than my peers do," she shrugged.

Klaus nodded, as if saying, 'sure, why not!'. "And what about Logan?"

"You have quite a wandering eye, don't you?" She teased him first, but when Klaus gave her a look, she sighed.

"Well, I've been wanting to know more about Journalism, especially the things that people don't really tell you at face value, you know? I'm just taking advantage of my situation and running after Logan after any new thing I learn."

Klaus could already tell that this was a busy girl, who liked to make each second of her day count. And suddenly, he felt bad for chatting to her without any preset intentions.

And then, Y/n checked her wristwatch.

"I ...have to go," she said, as if it was the most embarrassing thing she'd ever had to say in her entire life.

"Oh, okay, yeah, of course!" Klaus face palmed himself in his mind for stumbling over his words so hard.

She lingered, and then passed him a quick smile. And she'd just reached the door's handle when he cleared his throat instantly.

"Y/n!" She turned, and saw that one of his hands was in the air, almost as if reaching out to her.

"I was thinking maybe we could get some coffee? Or whatever you like to drink, and you know... I'd like to get to know you," he finished off quite shyly, and pinched himself for it from inside his coat's pocket.

"I'd love to," she replied loudly. She knew that there was no one other than them in the room right now. "Find me when you get the chance," she said before leaving.

And it had been a full week since their first and last true encounter – and Klaus was just now seeing her again.

He felt bad, realising that she might have felt as if he'd somehow played her. But he'd had to go back to New Orleans to solve a matter suddenly, and the moment he'd stepped foot back in Mystic Falls, he'd walked straight to the Grill.

Even when he was away, he'd felt the urge to look at her, at the very least. And that had been when he'd truly known that he needed to just make her his’.

"Don’t you think our drinks might have gone bad by now?" Klaus heard her say before he saw her, sliding onto the seat right beside him.

"Oh, I had to leave town for a little bit," Klaus immediately answered, brushing his nose. "Spontaneously too," he added, then gulped dryly. 

She only nodded, before taking a sip of her coffee. The maroon colour on her lips was faint, like she had rubbed it to look more like a gradient, and he suddenly felt thirsty.

"Seems like you missed me," he shrugged with a smirk, looking at her from the corner of his eye as he took a gulp of his own drink.

She gasped, looking at him accusingly.

"No, I didn't!" She exclaimed, eyes wide.

"And who are you lying to, yourself or me?" Klaus raised a brow, placing his elbow on the bar and leaning his temple on his palm, looking at her with his full attention.

She had left the top two buttons of the cropped shirt open, and only because of the pendant that was leading his gaze further down, Klaus noticed the lace of her black bra peeking through. He was relieved to see that she didn’t notice, busy tucking her hair behind her ear.

"I- I'm not lying," she answered, caught a little off-guard. “I don’t care enough to lie,” she said, but without looking him in the eyes.

"Whatever you say," Klaus feigned nonchalance, and checked his wrist watch, hoping she'd say something that he could then tease her about.

But instead, he saw her sigh in his periphery.

"Okay," she mumbled, placing her empty glass on the bar and slid off the seat. Fixing the hem of her shirt, she walked back to her table, chewing the inside of her cheek.

Oh god, Klaus shouldn't have been so mean. He had forgotten just how gentle and sensitive her nature was. He face-palmed internally, mad that he had ruined such a good meeting.

Looking behind him with a deep frown, he was panicking how he could save the situation when he saw her hug all of her friends to her side, while fixing her tote on her other shoulder.

Her hair was tied in a neat bun, but wisps had still managed to escape. Gold hoops dangled from her ears, and his eyes travelled down the expanse of her neck.

Klaus blinked, and focused.

"I mean I do have to submit an essay tonight, and get some readings done before midnight," she spoke guiltily, curling in on herself under the upset gaze of the friends.

"I'm sorry, I'll make up soon," she pouted, letting a girl press a kiss on her cheek before she was rushing out of the bar, leaving behind a chatter and before Klaus could bury his face deep in his palms, the girls' eyes flashed to him for a brief second.

To be real, they weren't even close. Barely acquaintances, but for some reason, Klaus felt as though he was on the very edge of losing something ...exceptional. So he needed to do something, and do it quickly.

He had to reach her before she slammed the door on him. Finishing the last bit of his drink, he rushed back home, to ensure nothing would come up to interrupt him later in the night.

Klaus was well aware that Y/n lived with her parents, who truly loved her dearly. She was the only one so far who he had seen with a usual pair of parents, let alone with a close relationship with them as well. And he also knew that they would never expect their golden daughter to even be holding hands with a boy let alone being alone with a man in her room.

So he knew that he could shoot his shot tonight, and the both of them would come out the other side, uncaught. 

When the crickets had begun chirping, and the moon was the only source of light, Klaus made his way to her house. From outside he saw that her room was still lit up, albeit a little dimly. 

He climbed right up to her window, and was amazed to find her window open ajar, and the curtains that were usually covering it, were drawn just a little to the side – enough for him to peek inside. As the curtains bellowed because of the strong wind, Klaus felt as though he heard cello begin playing inside of his heart the moment he caught a glimpse of her. 

But then he waited, and realised that the music was coming from her laptop instead. Leaning in a little bit more, he saw that she was sitting on the floor, swamped amongst papers with the end of a pen caught between her teeth. 

As she was studying from a paper in front of her, and then shifting her attention back on her laptop to type something, Klaus felt the urge to free her bottom lip from where it was held by her canines. 

Unable to control himself any longer, but still having the mind to not startle her, Klaus knocked on the window. 

She looked up, still a little distracted because of her papers, but when she saw him sitting on her window sill, her eyes blew wide.

Her mouth dropped open but before she could’ve yelped, Klaus had his hand cupped in front of her mouth. “It’s me!” He whispered, his heart thudding as her round eyes stared back into his’. 

Her breathing calmed, and she let her figure slump back down. 

“Dear god, you scared the shit out of me,” she shook her head, eyes closed and her hand placed over her heart. 

“Don’t use bad words,” he teased, finally sitting down on the floor with her. 

He rested his back against the foot of her bed, and spread his legs in front of him, locking them at the ankles. 

“Wh- what the hell are you even doing here? Isn’t this trespassing?” She asked, and then squinted her eyes. “Should I scream right now?”

Laughter escaped him before he could control it. “Why are you so sweet, my love?” He asked her, simply smiling now.

She looked a little offended. 

“You can call it a trespass or a break in, if you want to. I think I’d call this apologising,” he shrugged.

A little puzzled, Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Apologising? …For?”

“For the way I spoke to you earlier,” he said, rolling his lips in. He needed to tread carefully here. 

Realisation seemed to dawn upon her then, and she skipped the ad that had interrupted the cello music to buy herself some time. “Yeah about that, um,” she swallowed, embarrassment creeping in. “You don’t need to apologise for that, um, I think I overreacted a little.”

This answer gave him the confidence that it would be way easier to make her his’, than he had originally thought. 

“No, I should’ve talked to you sweetly, that is what you deserve,” he started. “I was a twit for behaving like that, and I’m very sorry.”

At this point, her ears were burning red and she was chewing on the inside of her cheek again. “It’s okay, Klaus. I forgive you, really,” she smiled.

Silence overtook them for a while, and Klaus could sense her attention slipping back onto her papers. So he leaned in, and moved all of the papers aside. 

Y/n gasped, beginning to protest when Klaus shushed her with his finger on her lips. 

“I’d put them in an order,” she pouted, a small frown in between her brows. God she got upset and embarrassed way too easily, and each time Klaus felt like his heart was alive again.

Klaus trailed his finger down her chin, and then brought it back into his lap. “I don’t think I can hide this any longer, I uh,” he licked his lips, and took a small breath. “I really like you, Y/n.”

Her eyes widened, and gradually, a smile pulled the corners of her mouth upwards. “You do?” She asked while grinning, her excitement seeping into Klaus. 

He began smiling too. “Yeah,” he nodded. “I really fucking do.”

Y/n buried her face into her hands. “Oh god, I cannot believe this.”

Klaus was grinning now, and he shifted close enough to take hold of her wrists to pull them away. “Look at me, love,” he said softly. 

And Y/n did, her eyes shining like he had put stars in them and her face was so red he could feel warmth just by hovering his hands over her cheeks. 

“Do you feel the same?” He asked, looking into her eyes, and when she nodded furiously, Klaus bit his lip.

“I really really like you as well, Klaus,” she giggled, and Klaus went back to lean against the bed. 

He watched her for a few seconds, and she looked back into his eyes, her smile stretched from ear to ear. 

“Come closer now, would you?” He said with a teasing lilt in his voice, and he grabbed her hand when she got up on her knees to move towards him. 

And when she was sitting beside him, Klaus brushed the back of his hand against her cheek before cupping it in one hand. “Can I kiss you?” He asked, his voice raspier and quieter now that she was so close he could smell the cologne she had put on earlier in the evening.

Y/n nodded, eyes fluttering. “Please,” she told him softly, her breath just a little exhilarated

And overwhelmed by her answer, Klaus drew her in and smashed his mouth onto her. His entire body felt like it was on fire, and a rasp escaped his throat when Y/n placed a hand on his chest. 

“God, you taste so good,” he muttered against her mouth to let her take a couple of breaths before he was kissing her again, his fingers entangled in her hair with his palm placed on the edge of her jaw.  

Her hand travelled upwards, leaving goosebumps behind and travelled behind his neck to curl her fingers around the baby hairs on the nape of his neck. 

He bit down on her bottom lip before pushing his tongue into her mouth, and a whimper escaped her mouth. She let him take control, and Klaus began exploring her mouth. 

She backed away to catch her breath, but Klaus was quick to latch onto her neck. He left a trail of saliva along her jaw before marking spots on the span of her neck. She moaned, her breaths heavy and laced with want as Klaus sucked right above her collarbone. 

“Straddle me, sweetheart,” Klaus grunted against her skin, a particular type of high coursing through his body as he pressed his nose further into her skin.

She did just as he said and the moment he felt her heat radiate onto his boner, he knew he was gone for the night. 

“Klaus?” She called his name gently, and he looked up into her eyes right away. 

“I- I’m a virgin,” she told him, her breath shaky. 

“It’s okay sweetheart, we can go further another day, yes? Whenever you want to?” He told her, and she nodded so sweetly Klaus had to take a deep breath to ground himself. 

“But can I just kiss you a little longer, my love?” He asked, eyes then trailing over the hickeys he had given her. He would really need to jerk himself off the moment he reached his home.

“Uh huh,” she mumbled, her voice cracking. “Please.”

“God, you love to beg, don’t you?” He chuckled, tracing her jaw. “I’ll give you what you want, sweet girl. Whatever you want,” he whispered, and this time Y/n was the one to start the kiss. 

Their heads bobbed as they pressed themselves further into each other and it was only in a few seconds that Klaus felt movement against his crotch. 

He stopped to look down, and saw Y/n’s hips falter to a stop. “Did I do something wrong?” She asked him worriedly.

“Were you grinding on me, sweetheart?” 

“Y-yeah, I think so,” she muttered, hands beginning to fiddle. 

“You’ll be the death of me,” Klaus grunted before he drew her into a kiss again. And this time, one his hands remained tangled in her hair while the other one began to travel down her waist and on her hips.

Then he began to grind her onto him, and pushed himself up towards her clothed cunt. Slowly, he created a pace and it wasn’t long before she was increasing the pace herself. 

Small whimpers and moans began to escape her as Klaus continued kissing her. He himself felt getting closer and he had just been thinking of holding himself back when he heard her say his name. 

“Please, Klaus,” she whimpered again, and Klaus moved to press kisses and bites across her chest instead. 

“Yes, my love?” He asked her, still drawing her stuttering hips into a pace. 

“I think, I think I’m going to come,” she mumbled, and Klaus knew there was no stopping himself now. 

“Yeah, sweet girl? Come for me then, make me happy,” he rasped before nipping above her other collarbone. 

And right then, Y/n bit down on her bottom lip as her body began to shake. Stuttering against Klaus’ unforgiving pace, she fell into shambles on top of him. A lone tear slid out of one of her eyes, and Klaus eyes were glinting at this sight of her. 

He freed her bottom lip, and kissed her harshly one last time before he felt the knot in his belly break loose. God, he had made a mess of himself in front of this angel girl, and still he kept moving her hips until the both of them had ridden their highs. 

She pressed her face in his neck then, and wrapped her arms around his torso, still sitting on top of him. 

“God, I really fucking like you,” she said meekly, clutching him a little tighter.