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The Half Naked Portrait -Klaus Mikaelson

Warning: Alpha/Omega talk but not Omegaverse, Smut, Fingering, Masturbation, Vaginal penetration, slight breeding kink if you squint, slight teasing, praise kink

I admit, maybe walking down to the kitchen in my underwear wasn't my smartest decision in the middle of the night but it was the middle of the night! I thought everyone was asleep!

"I didn't expect this tonight." The voice behind me made me jump nearly a foot in the air before turning to see Klaus leaning on the doorway.

"Don't start, you make one rude comment and you'll find all of your paints in your bathroom sink." I wasn't in the mood for one of Rebekah's brothers to make me feel bad about myself at 2:45 in the morning.

"I would never. You think I find joy in making women feel bad about themselves? You look...lovely." I rolled my eyes, refusing to look at him as I grabbed a soda from the fridge.

"Whatever you say. Goodnight Klaus-" he grabbed my arm as I went to walk passed him and I looked up seeing a softness in his eyes that I never had before, though to be honest I tried not to pay too much attention. I had a crush on the hybrid from the moment Rebekah brought me home and I didn't want to be the best friend pathetically crushing on her brother.

"I mean it Y/n. You look good enough to eat, never let any man tell you otherwise, and if they do send them my way. I'll be glad to set them straight." I was completely floored, unsure of what to do now as he released my arm.

"Um...thanks I think...Goodnight." With that I retreated upstairs as quickly as possible, going back to bed, unable to forget the look in the man's eyes as he looked down at me.

Honestly that whole experience is probably the only reason I responded as I did now.

I had come to the mansion to find Rebekah, hoping for a random girls day after Damon had pissed me off but she wasn't answering her phone and I realized she wasn't home as I let myself in and heard no one. I was just about to leave when that changed, focusing hard and hearing a heartbeat sounding like Klaus' erratic werewolf pulse but it was faster than normal. I crept my way up the stairs and began hearing ragged breathing, his door being open leading to me peeking in and seeing him laid on his pillows with a grip around his cock. I turned as quickly as I could, moving quietly back to the stairs before I heard him speak.

"Oh god! Y/n! Fuck!"

I was stunned and I peeked back in to see a canvas in front of him. Though his eyes were now closed, it was a painting of me...in my underwear...the same underwear he had seen me in 2 nights before. He was being honest the other night, he really had liked the way I looked...clearly quite a bit. As I continued looking at the man and his death grip on his cock, a cock that's thickness was literally calling out to me, I knew exactly what I was going to do. I slid my shoes off just inside the door to step quietly, taking my jacket off as well before ending up right next to his bed, watching him lick his lips as he continued stroking himself, hips thrusting every once in a while as if he couldn't stop himself.

"Please? Just like that gorgeous, fuck! Please?"

With that I hopped onto the bed and threw my leg over him, his eyes flying open instantly. "So, do I have to do it just like that? Because I personally think I can do better." I grabbed his arms, pinning them by his head which he allowed as he was clearly too stunned to move at the moment. "But you did sound so pretty begging for me like that, the big bad hybrid, begging for my tight little pussy, never thought I would see the day." He seemed to snap back to himself when he heard my teasing, glaring up at me and throwing my hands off, grabbing my waist, and flipping me onto my back.