a/n: listen,, this has been in my drafts for longer than i care to admit but I am finally posting it. love y'all, stay safe.
warnings:smut, 18+, explicit sex, biting kink, and a brief mention of blood-drinking/vampires biting people
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Her breaths came heavy, echoing in the tension-filled air. Klaus looks down at her, pupils expanding the circumference of his iris and blowing his gaze wide. He feels spread open, vulnerable, and he knows that she feels the same. Minutes had long since bled into hours, but neither is keeping track anymore.
Their breaths come in unison, her bare chest heaving and pressing against his own every few seconds. Y/N blinks sluggishly, drunk on the taste of him on her tongue, and the scent of them in the air. Her hands span the width of his broad shoulders, up the nape of his neck and into his sweat-curled hair, tugging ever so slightly.
"Klaus," Her voice comes, the plea dripping off her tongue, enrapturing his undivided attention. "Please,"
He draws back, hips moving with the action. He pulls until he's almost completely out and then slams back in, the movement jolting her up the mattress. Her eyes roll back into her head, her fingers dig into her scalp, and she moans low, throat gravelly from overuse.
"Nik! Nik, I'm," She pants, trying to heave air into her lungs as he thrusts in and out of her, repeatedly taking it away. "I'm c–close,"
"I know," He moves his hand from where it'd been planted beside her head and cups her jaw, squeezing the bone a little too tight as he draws his hips back and thrusts his aching member back into the tight heat between her legs. "I can feel it."
She shakes her head against the rumpled pillows, overstimulation crawling through her bones, settling beneath her skin like an itch she is afraid to scratch. "I can't, I can't,"
"Yes, you can." He grits his teeth, his body never faltering in the repetitive back and forth motions. "Give it to me, Y/N."
He stops suddenly, earning a whine from her that he chuckles breathlessly at. Klaus shifts his hips and drops his hands to Y/N's waist, picking her up off the bed and sliding her into his lap. They both groan at the new angle, and Klaus's hips buck mindlessly into her, making her drop her head into the junction of his neck as she quietly begs him to continue.
With one arm anchoring her against his chest, he begins his movements again, drawing them out torturously. Y/N, impatient, meets his slow thrusts with her own, desperate for the high he'd been taunting her with all night.
Her arms wrap around his shoulders and she burrows into the slope of his neck, breath puffing out onto his pale skin, and she whines, arching into his touch when he drops a hand between them and slicks the pads of his fingers on the nectar pooling between her thighs.
"Sweet girl," He coos in her ear, fingers drawing endless patterns on her sensitive bud as she tightens uncontrollably around him. His eyelashes flutter, dark and thick, hiding the secrets that his eyes hold beneath them. "Give it to me, now."
"You too– want you to come, too," She pants, eyes widening before they squeeze shut. "Nik, oh, God!"
His fingers press down and he makes one, two, three more thrusts up into her as she tightens around him, her climax low and warm in her stomach and triggering his own. His low groan mixes with the moan she tries to stifle and he makes an aborted thrust into her sensitive channel when he feels the blunt prick of her teeth at the junction of his neck she'd buried her head in.
Her moans fall into his skin, washing over him as she rides out the pleasure, and he feels the aftershocks of his own climax wane when she lulls her head back and looks at him through low-lidded eyes.
Panting, Klaus carefully leans forward and drops her back into the pile of pillows and stained sheets, his blue eyes wide as his fingers trail up to the temporary mark she'd left on him.
Smirking, he looks down at her, hearing her pulse begin to race again when she realizes he'd noticed. "Oh, god," She lifts her hands, covering her face bashfully. "I'm sorry, Nik."
He feigns ignorance, amusement dancing in his uncharacteristically soft gaze. "Such sharp teeth, pet," He leans down, lips brushing against hers as he drags a finger up the lines of her chest. His teeth nip her playfully and she yelps, the sound breaking off into a laugh as she pushes at him.
"Klaus!"
He echoes her laugh, grinning wide. "You started it!"
She slaps his chest, glaring playfully. "I didn't mean to!"
"Well, I never said I didn't like it."
Her face falls and she feels heat rush through her body, and she subconsciously clenches around him, making him groan and give her a warning look. Y/N raises a daring brow, her hands resting on his hips where they were sheathed between her legs.
"Y/N," He cautions, staring down at her. "Don't start something you can't finish."
She smirks, mirroring his familiar action. "I would never."
Klaus dips down, grabbing Y/N and flipping them around swiftly. He rests beneath her, hands trailing mindlessly against her bare skin, close to where they were still connected. "Y/N,"
Her fingers trail up to where the last remnants of her mark on him fades and she taps it playfully, giving him a wink. "There's always more where that came from,"
Klaus's gaze darkens and he grabs her hips, fingers digging into her skin. "Show me."
