Celebrity/Character Imagines

Hope Mikaelson: Jealousy

I chuckled quietly at Rafael as he rambled about Jed angrily. We'd been sat together at the lunch table for about 10 minutes, just chatting idly.

"But anyways, enough of that. How are you?" He said after composing himself. I smiled and shrugged.
"Pretty good, I guess. Jo's back with Penelope which means Lizzie's fuming. But it's just stupid bickering really. I think deep down, Liz actually doesn't mind Pen." Raf laughed and nodded.
"How about you and Hope? That still happening?" I grinned automatically at the mention of my girlfriend.
"Yeah. It'll have been a year in about 3 weeks. I can't believe it to be honest." I sighed contentedly; I loved Hope with everything I had, and I was gobsmacked half the time that she felt the same. The night she asked me out was burned permanently into my memory. The moment she first kissed me, the first time we slept together, our first 'I love you's; these were all things that rushed to the forefront of my mind whenever anyone mentioned the tribrid's name.

"Uh, that's good." Raf said. I thought I caught a hint of disappointment in his voice as he looked down at his clasped hands. I furrowed my eyebrows.
"You ok?" I asked softly and he nodded far too quickly to be telling the truth.
"Yeah, yeah, course." He muttered quickly before clenching his jaw as he fixed his gaze on something behind me. I turned to see Hope walking over to us. "Speak of the devil." Raf murmured and I ignored him in favour of smiling love-struck at my girlfriend.

"Hey babe." Hope said as she reached us, pulling out the chair beside me and sitting down.
"Hey." I replied and she leant forward to peck my lips softly.
"What's up, Raf." She said as she pulled back, opting to let her hand rest on my knee, stroking meaningless patterns. I was surprised to see a rather cold glint in her eyes as she surveyed the boy opposite her. He smiled in response but it looked incredibly forced and he stopped very quickly. I looked at them both in confusion; what the hell was that?

"Everything ok?" I said slowly, mystified as to why they were acting so weird. Hope's eyes softened as she turned to face me, squeezing my leg in reassurance and and nodding. I looked to Raf and he nodded resentfully, refusing to look at my girlfriend.
"It's all fine, baby." She murmured and placed a hand on my cheek, turning my face back to her and caressing it gently. I gazed back at her, getting lost in her deep blue ocean eyes as she leant in again. She kissed me slowly, like it was the only thing she knew how to do. I forgot where we were and who I was. Everything other than her slipped from my mind as I kissed her languidly.

I was pulled from my haze, drunk off the feeling of Hope's mouth, by a chair scraping and footsteps. I pulled away to see Raf's retreating form on the other side of the hall. Hope smirked, that damn smirk that made me weak at the knees, and pulled me back to her addictive lips.

Later that day, I was doing my homework with MG in the library. I was trying my best to concentrate, but Rafael and Hope's strange interaction from the morning kept bugging at me.
"Penny for your thoughts?" The vampire beside me said and snapped me out of my confused musings. He looked at me questioningly as I set my pen down.
"Do you know why Raf and Hope don't like each other all of a sudden?" MG grinned knowingly and chuckled, shaking his head.
"What?" I asked, puzzled.
"You don't know?" I shook my head.
"Damn, Y/N, you really are oblivious." MG said, smiling mischievously. I shoved his shoulder gently.
"Would you just tell me, knucklehead?"
"Raf likes you." My mouth dropped open in shock. What?!
"Excuse me?!" I screeched and some people around us turned to look at me disapprovingly. Raf, my good friend Raf, had a crush on me?
"Has for a while now."

"So you were jealous!" I exclaimed as I walked into my girlfriend's room, not bothering to knock on the door. Hope jumped up from her bed, clearly taken aback and a little startled by my sudden entrance.
"Y/N? What are you doing here? It's past curfew." I looked at her, the irony of her statement clear in my eyes, thinking of all the times she'd snuck into my room in the middle of the night.
"Really? Curfew?"
"Ok, ok, but seriously, why are you here?" She said not unkindly, coming to stand in front of me. I smirked and poked her chest gently, smugly.
"You, Little Miss Mikaelson, were jealous." She furrowed her eyebrows, managing to look puzzled, unbearably cute and yet insanely hot at the same time.
"What?"
"This morning with Raf. I was wondering why you were acting so weird." Hope looked down and shook her head.
"I wasn't jealous." She looked back at me, a pretty blush coating her cheeks. I raised my eyebrows at her; that was bullshit and we both knew it. "I wasn't!" She defended weakly, but the truth was out.

I shook my head in amazement; Hope Mikaelson, the big bad tribrid, was jealous.
"Fine." She admitted with a sigh and stepped closer to me. "I was jealous. But he won't stop flirting with you." She growled and stared up at me, sending butterflies flitting straight to my stomach.
"He doesn't fl-"
"He does and I hate it." She snarled, her eyes nearly black with want.
"You don't have to wor-"

All of a sudden, I was pinned to the door. I gasped quietly as my girlfriend pressed her body flush against mine.
"You're mine." Hope growled lowly in my ear and I gulped. "Tell me you're mine, baby." She whispered and nipped my earlobe. I almost fell to the floor, my thighs clenching together at the seductive lilt in her voice.
"I'm yours, Hope. All yours."
"And nobody else can make you feel as good as I'm about to." She said, beginning to leave open-mouthed kisses along my jaw and neck. My lips were parted in absolute bliss as I sucked in harsh breaths, my thoughts clouded by Hope's teeth grazing my neck. "Nobody else can make you beg for it the way I do. Nobody else can make you scream their name like I do. Can they, baby?" I shook my head vigorously and moaned quietly as my girlfriend pinned my wrists above my head and connected our lips in a rough kiss, our tongues fighting messily.

We made out against the door for a while before Hope pulled back, still holding my wrists. Her normally-blue eyes were black with lust as she bit her lip and raised a single eyebrow.
"What do you want, baby?" She whispered and I moaned, unable to speak, my arousal limiting my coherent speech. "I need to hear you say it." I shivered.
"Please, Hope..." I panted and she waited, eyeing me hungrily.
"Go on." I whined impatiently and three my head back in frustration; I was so turned on I could barely even think.
"Fuck me." I whispered and Hope smirked that motherfucking smirk again.

Next thing I knew, I was being thrown into the bed, Hope straddling me and gazing down at me triumphantly.
"Now, that wasn't so hard, was it, baby?" She teased and I moaned again as she rolled her hips against mine. She pressed our lips together again.
"Please, please, baby..." I whimpered.
"Anything you want, princess. You're not gonna be able to walk tomorrow."

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Accidentally deleted this the other day.