TVD - Smut One Shots

Klaus Mikaelson

"desperate for him"

You could barely breathe as Klaus loomed over you, his presence both overwhelming and electrifying. His dark eyes locked onto yours with a smoldering intensity as he positioned himself between your legs, his fingers splayed across your bare stomach. The sensation of his touch sent shivers down your spine, leaving you breathless.

"Look at you, little Salvatore," Klaus purred, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Such a mess for me."

You moaned, unable to keep still as he dragged his tongue through your folds, igniting a fire deep within you. His mouth was a sinful torment, his tongue skilled and relentless. You could only respond with desperate whimpers as he pushed his tongue inside you, his movements sending waves of pleasure crashing through you.

"Klaus," you panted, struggling to keep your eyes open. "Please..."

He pulled away suddenly, his lips curving into a smirk that promised more than just physical pleasure. He climbed up the length of your body, his gaze never leaving yours. His fingers traced a path down your throat, the touch sending electric shivers across your skin.

"Such an innocent little thing, aren't you?" Klaus growled, his eyes dark with unspoken desires. "Your brothers would be furious if they found out what I've been doing to their sweet sister."

"Yeah, well, they're not gonna find out," you retorted, your voice breathy and uneven as his fingertips danced across your sensitive skin.

"We'll see about that, love," he said, his tone a mix of menace and amusement.

With a swift motion, he yanked your t-shirt over your head, leaving you completely exposed. His eyes roamed over your naked form with a predatory hunger that made your heart race. He leaned down, his lips brushing across your chest in teasing, torturous kisses. His touch was feather-light, a stark contrast to the rough passion you'd just experienced.

"You're so beautiful like this," Klaus murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "Exposed and vulnerable."

Before you could react, he stepped out of his jeans with a practiced ease, his arousal evident and demanding. His cock stood proud and ready, and he wasted no time positioning himself back on top of you. His tip teased your entrance, sliding through your wet folds with deliberate slowness.

"Klaus," you whined, the heat pooling in your belly almost unbearable. "Please... don't tease."

He pressed his hand firmly against your stomach, holding you down as he smirked. "Look at you, so desperate for me to ruin you. You want it, don't you?"

"Yes," you breathed, unable to keep the need out of your voice. "Please."

"As you wish," he chuckled darkly before pushing himself all the way inside you. The sensation was overwhelming, his forceful entry making you cry out in shock and pleasure. He wasted no time, thrusting into you with a brutal pace that left you gasping.