notes: this chapter contains explicit sexual content, you have been warned! enjoy the chapter!
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love me like you do
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xi: touch me like you do
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He's got that hungry look in his eyes.
Hayley's noticed it festering within him, for these past few days. The four of them were staying at Rebekah's summer home in England. It was their first vacation as a family. And Hayley had enjoyed every moment of it. Of course, sharing a room with two kids meant that she and Klaus would have to sacrifice their sexual values for a few nights.
Although, currently, Klaus has hit his tipping point.
"C'mon," Hayley whined, feeling his arms wrap around her waist. He pulled her close, crushing her back against his chest while he inhaled her scent. Klaus' lips pressed against the side of her neck, making her shiver. She was thanking god that Kol had decided to take the kids out.
"Your siblings are literally in the room next door to us," she resisted, still. Hayley could hear Elijah and Rebekah talking to one another as they sat by the fire. These rooms had such thin walls.
"Then," Klaus whispered, sounding amused. "We'll just have to be extra quiet," he suggested.
She finally manages to pull away from him. "Are you joking?" Hayley laughed. He offered her his best smile. She's always such a sucker for his sparkling blue eyes. It's the way he looks at her, sometimes. With that unwavering stare, almost as if he's daring her to look away. "You really want me, don't you?" she teases.
"I always want you," he smirks, leaning in. "Now, do me a favor and―"
"Not so fast, Mikaelson," she holds her finger up, pressing it against his full lips. "Tonight, I get to be in control," Hayley orders, smiling.
"You think you can handle that?" he can't help but scoff.
"Of course I can," she confidently says. She then places her hands on his chest and pushes him off of her. "Now, get on the bed," Hayley told.
Klaus ends up with his back flush against the mattress as his hips are trapped between her knees. He smiled wickedly, he was sure going to enjoy having her in such a compromising position.
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He watches her undress.
Or rather, she forces him to watch as she slowly pulls her shirt off, revealing her lacy black bra. Next, Hayley steps out of her jeans, taking her time while she seductively unbuckled her belt, whipped it against the bed.
"So, what do you think?" she hummed, biting her lip.
He takes a moment to just gaze at her. The way her long legs dangle, spilling over the bed frame. The way her curls are a tousled mess, the way her swollen lips quirk up in to that mischievous little smirk.
"You look ravishing," He slowly says, grabbing her by the waist.
She surprises him when she pulls away. "No touching," Hayley commands. "You only get to watch me," she requests with her hands resting on her hips.
Klaus sighed. She sure was giving him a hard time about this. "And what will you do if I disobey you?" he teased, thinking that he has her beat.
"That's simple," Hayley reaches over, pulling out the pair of handcuffs he had given to her for Christmas. "I'll have to punish you," she sings while she trapped his wrists.
"My, my," he purred. "You sure are a hard task-maker," Klaus commented once he watched her reach behind her back in order to unclasp her bra.
"You ain't seen nothing yet," She offers him a coquettish glance, noticing how turned on he is, at this very moment.
Hayley leans down to kiss him. His lips were always so soft and careful. She wonders if he even knows how perfect he looks. He must be aware of it, how else is he able to use his assets to such advantages?
"I love having you like this," she bites, hearing him swallow hard once her breath is hot against his neck. "All frustrated and horny," Hayley allows her hand to wander, as her fingers rest over his crotch, massaging him through his sweatpants.
"Can you blame me, love?" he manages to release. "After all, you are exquisite," Klaus rasps.
She then takes her hand back, while she finally decided to pull her panties off. He couldn't help but stare at that wet spot forming at the center of her garment. "You know, all those late nights you spent working," she mentions. "I used to lock myself in my room, with my hands down my panties, thinking of your tongue," she cooed, slipping her fingers between her legs.
"Really?" he coughed, struggling with the cuffs. "You think of me when you touch yourself?" he rephrased.
"Oh yeah," she moaned, pressing her index harder against her clit. She loved having him like this; on his knees, looking up at her while she fucked herself with her fingers. He was such a powerful man, but she had him kneeling, literally worshiping her cunt and licking at her skin. "Fuck Klaus―" she cried, realizing that she really should have restrained his mouth.
But, then again, she never was too good at resisting. So, Hayley gives in. She parts her folds, allowing him better access to her swollen nub.
"Lick it," she quivered, motioning her hips closer to his face.
"Such a filthy girl," he spat right before delving his tongue inside of her.
He bows his head and inhales sharply before dragging his tongue over her fingers, catching her clit with his mouth. She gasps and tightens her grip around his blond curls.
"Yes," Hayley moans, "like that."
The low vibration of his laughter reverberates against her sex, making her writhe on the spot. Klaus slips his tongue between her slick folds, then dips the tip in to her entrance.
Hayley removes her hand and falls back on her elbows, head hung limply between her shoulders. At this rate, her cuffs were practically useless as a way to restrain him. He didn't even need his hands. Klaus abuses her with his mouth like it's the last thing he'll do.
She feels like she's going to die, and she wants him to use her; to take control, utilize every aspect of this situation for himself, be selfish, be cruel.
"Don't stop," she grinds her sex against his face. And it takes every last shred of her control to keep herself from screaming as an orgasm courses through her.
Klaus keeps lapping her up. He licks her clean, sucking up the last of her juices. Her clit throbs under his touch, hypersensitivity crossing the line between pleasure and pain. Her hips jolt, fingers dipping down in order to stop him.
"I'm going to get you back for doing that to me," Hayley voiced, collapsing against the bed.
"I'm looking forward to it," he chuckled, before he gently pressed his lips against her inner thigh.
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