The Vampire Diaries + The Originals Smut

FOURTY / ELIJAH MIKAELSON

With his hands still cradling your face, you smile at his statement, lifting your arms to rest your hands behind his neck, fingers intertwined. Home is where the heart is, and anywhere you are is home, you express to him, watching his eyes sparkle with several emotions.

He leans in, narrowing the distance between you two, capturing your lips in his, he kisses you slowly at first but it doesnt take long for the heat and lust to rise, his right hand traveling to the back of your neck while his left one finds its way to your waist, pulling you closer to him.

Moaning against his mouth, you start moving your hands from his neck down his chest, feeling his muscles flex below your fingertips until you reach his waist and start lifting his dress shirt out of his trousers, unbuttoning it from the bottom to the top, but when you reach the shirt collar you give him a gentle push away from you, earning a confused look from him. I really love this suit, you say before discarding it from his shoulders to then pull him into you by the edge of his trousers.

We should take this somewhere else, he murmurs against your lips, placing his hand below your bicep and lifting you up.

Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, feeling the warmth of his body against yours, Shower, now, you command him before crashing your lips on his, affectionate and hungry.

The next minute youre in the bathroom, your back pressing against the shower cabin, still entangled in him— thank God for vampire speed and strength. Elijah runs his lips over your neck, placing butterfly kisses on your exposed skin, reaching the collar of your blouse, making him whisper in your ear, voice husky, You have too many clothes on for my taste, darling.

Biting your lower lip at his voice, What are you going to do about it, Mr. Mikaelson? you question him teasingly.

He sets you down on the floor, making you groan at the loss of contact, taking his hands to the hem of your blouse, removing it and leaving you only in a red lace bra.

You see his pupils dilate at the sight, he leans down to your neck, depositing a tender kiss on your collarbone while his left hand pulls you to him, briefly teasing you, allowing him to open the shower door and turn on the water.

The steam starting to fill up the bathroom, he steps closer to you, his gaze fixed on yours. I love you, he says, his hands on your waist, caressing it softly.

I love you too, you respond, your hand moving to his neck to pull him into a deeper kiss.

He reaches behind your back, unclasping your bra and tracing a path down your waist, while his mouth starts his way to your now exposed breast, making you tilt your head back and release a moan. He smiles against your skin and starts to remove your jeans, making them hit the floor along with your underwear.

You smile playfully, wrapping your arm around his neck. Im at a disadvantage now, you say, lowering your hand, brushing your fingers over his crotch, then starting to remove his belt, leaving gravity to do the rest.

Once no clothes are over your bodies, he lifts you just enough to take you under the shower, the water droplets falling onto your bodies while he kisses you.

Elijah... you moan, while he works magic on your breast with his mouth sucking and biting while with his fingers caress your cunt. Using it to your advantage, you lower your hand and take his manhood between your fingers, stroking it. He groans against your skin and you swear his fangs make an appearance momentarily, until hes back in control and kissing your neck again.

I need you, you exclaim, retrieving your hand from his now ready manhood, your fingers twisting in his hair, pressing him against your skin to feel him closer to you. He pulls you up again, making you entangle your legs around his torso, he lowers one hand between you two and guides his manhood to your entrance.

Both of you moaning each other names while he fills you, he starts to pant heavily, resting his forehead on your shoulder, making you worry for a few seconds and then realize he hasnt drunk enough blood.

I trust you Elijah, you say, moving your neck to the side, giving him more access.

He sighs, knowing you were right, raising his sight to see you, brushing away a wet lock of hair from your face, Only if you do it from me too, he proposes.

I would bite you any time, Elijah, you tease him, trying to release the tension.

He shifts your weight on his strong arms to then pin you to the bathroom wall, never breaking the connection your bodies were making— you groan at the movement, the water now running over his back.

He start to thrust in and out of your cunt, pushing you up with each move.

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Im close, you let him know, murmuring against the nape of his neck.

You bite and then I bite you, he almost whispers, keeping his rhythm up without losing a beat.

You sigh, opening your mouth against his skin— you bite him, making him growl at the action and your lower belly heat up. You could feel him deposit a kiss on your collarbone and then the sharp edge of his fangs puncturing your skin, getting the blood he needs. As soon the blood heals him his pace picks up, eager to please you. Both of you join in a passionate kiss while you dig your nails into his back, making him groan in pleasure and come undone.

Staying motionless for a few minutes, he slips out of you, letting you back on the floor and pulling you under the still hot water, cleaning yourself.

Are you sure you are alright? he questions, covering yourself with a towel.

I should ask you that, you say, your right hand holding his cheek.

As long youre safe, Im fine. He removes your hand from his cheek, lifting it to his mouth. Lets go to bed, you give him a sassy smile, and he smiles and kisses your nose, To rest.