The Umbrella Academy Imagines

Klaus x Reader (SMUT)

Title: Want.
Pairing: Klaus x Reader
Description: Klaus and the reader have a history of a flirtatious relationship. The reader ends up having an eventful night with Klaus.
Warnings: Drug use, Mature themes, ENDS WITH SMUT. This imagine is heavily female gendered so please please don't read if you're trans male, I'm sorry if this triggers anyone's dysphoria.
Powers: Your choice. (Powers aren't mentioned.)

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It was a slow night, and you were bored out of your mind. Besides you, anyone who was currently staying in the Hargreeve's home was out.

Luther and Klaus were nowhere to be found, Diego was on duty as usual, and Allison had an exclusive interview. Number Five was another story. He was in and out of the house but he never had time to even bat an eyelash in your direction.

Of course, Pogo and Mom were home, but to be completely honest, they weren't the best entertainers.

You were about sure it was going to be a quiet night, until you hear some cheering and the front doors slam shut.

"I got it!" It was Klaus, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

You skip down the steps to meet him as he throws his fur jacket onto the floor. "What did you get?" You bend down to pick up his jacket and put it away properly.

"I got the best kush in the city, baby!" He flashes a baggy of weed in your face and in his other hand he has an opened bottle of booze. "Don't ask me how I got it," he says with a chuckle.

"Nothing hard tonight I see?" You point out, noticing he doesn't have any pills on him. "I'm proud of you, four." You say in an almost teasing voice.

"My usual guy was all out of the other stuff, but whatever works."

You roll your eyes at him. You really thought he might have been trying to turn his hard drug abuse around. You were wrong. You couldn't blame him for turning to drugs, after all he's went through. But you really wanted to help him. Maybe another time.

He practically sprints up the stairs to get to his room. You sigh, and make your way up the stairs after grabbing 'Moby Dick' from one of your father's shelves. Might as well read something.

As you pass Klaus' room, you can hear some music playing inside. Just as you clear his room's door, he slides out on his socks and grabs your arm.

"C'mon, (y/nnn), let's party! Let us celebrate the life of a man who never loved us!" He says, trying to pull you into his dimly lit room.

"You just want an excuse to get me high, Klaus." You say, reluctant.

He laughs and smoothly slides his hand from your arm to your palm. "You know it."

You take another look into his room, and one back at his beautiful face. "Alright, you've convinced me."
You throw the book into the corner of his room as you walk in. What has reading ever done for you anyways?

You can see that Klaus has already drank a quarter of the bottle he came in with, and he was currently rolling a damn good sized joint.

He stops what he's doing and hands you the bottle. "Get caught up, baby. Don't want to miss out do you?"

You take the bottle from his outstretched arm as you look into his eyes. You remove the cap and chug some of it down. He cheers ecstatically as you do so.

When you've gotten your share, you wince a bit. The drink was cheap, really cheap. But it did its job.

You set the bottle down and sprawl out on the couch in the far corner of his room. You feel hypnotized as you watch how his careful fingers work on rolling the joint.