The Originals Imagines #Wattys2017

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Klaus and you were the power couple of New Orleans, Mystic Falls, basically wherever the two of you went. You had been together for centuries, and Klaus was not only your lover, but your best friend and your everything.
The two of you were spending a night in Barcelona, Spain. You were always fascinated with going around the world, and Klaus was always willing to deliver. He lived and breathed your happiness, and you were always happiest travelling the world with just him.
You had just gotten to the lovely apartment Nik had managed to secure for the week while you were there, and you were not ready to stay in just yet.
Klaus seemed to sense this in you, smirking as you came to sit in his lap after he had sat down, a glass of bourbon in his hand. "Hello, love," he said, taking a sip. His eyes never left yours as you played with the collar of his jacket, smirking. "Enjoying yourself?"
"Not overly," you teased, kissing his lips quickly. "Hmm, that was better."
Klaus couldn't help but grin at your soft giggle. You were the only person that could get Klaus to smile the way he did around you. He was so in love with you, and a part of him couldn't wait to tie the knot with you. "What are you thinking about?" he asked, his hand coming up to cup your cheek.
"I was hoping we could go dancing," you spoke in a truthful tone. "We haven't been in forever, and I know how much you enjoy dancing."
Klaus smiled, embracing the fact that you always wanted to do the things that he wanted as well, and it was never just about you. "Well we can go dancing," Klaus promised. "Now?"
You grinned, nodding enthusiastically before pushing your lips to his again, kissing him long and hard. "Let me just change into something more appropriate," you cooed, smirking at him as you rose off his lap.
Nik could already feel the intense sexual tension between the two of you, and it grow as you stripped yourself of your jeans and shirt in front of him, swaying your hips more than usual as you pulled out a small black dress, his favourite on you. He couldn't help but notice that you wore his favourite baby blue lace pantie and bra set. "I think you look perfect," Klaus said before you had a chance to ask.
Smirking, you put on a pair of heels before grasping your phone, wiggling you finger in a 'come here' motion. "Well I think that's all that matters then?"
Klaus eagerly took you to a near by pub that you had been to before, his hand never leaving your body. It was either on your shoulder, waist, hip, hand or subtly squeezing your ass. "You don't know how much I adore you, Y/N," he whispered in your ear as you entered the pub.
"I think I have an idea," You whispered with a wink, taking his hand and leading him to the bar. "Come on, let's get something to drink."
That how the night seemed to go. Teasing him, him teasing you, drinking and of course, dancing. Sometimes it was slow, and the two of you would shuffle, chest to chest. Sometimes it was up beat and you would grind against each other, desperate to feel every inch of the other.
It wasn't until your fourth glass of bourbon that Klaus had had enough. His lips never left your body, hungrily sucking at your neck and jaw. His hands were tight on your hips, his own bucking into yours with hardly any control. With you, when it came to sex Klaus had hardly any control. He either wanted to make sweet love to you, slow and soft, and pleasuring. Other times he wanted to pound you into the mattress until you were screaming and twitching below him. The latter was the option this time.
"Nik," you groaned as he sucked on your sweet spot, earning a throaty groan from him. "Not in front of all these people, Nik."
Klaus swore, your lips connecting again. "I need you," he panted against your lips, his hips bucking into yours again. You swore, tilting your head back when you felt his impressive cock rub against your womanhood.
"Oh god, take me," you managed.
In a matter of seconds, you were no longer in the pub. Klaus had you pinned against the wall in the apartment, his lips greedily sucking on your collar bone. His teeth bit into your skin, moaning as the taste of your blood overcame his senses. You cried out, rolling your hips desperately into his, trying to create the needed friction.
Clothes were torn, and all that seemed to matter was your flesh against his, creating a feeling of bliss. His hand traveled down your leg, gripping the hem of the dress and ripping it off your body. You pouted at him, but Klaus just shook his head. "I'll buy you a new one."
With that, his hand cupped your womanhood, groaning when he felt how wet you were. "You must really want me, Y/N," he purred in your ear. "You're absolutely dripping darling."
"I could say the same," you cooed back, your hand grasping onto his dick through the thin fabric of his boxers. "You're rock hard, darling."
Klaus growled, practically ripping away the fabric of your panties away, and his fingertips played gently with your labia, stroking your clit in gentle strokes. "I want to taste you," he said with a smirk. One of his calloused hands pressed against your lower abdomen, while the other hoisted one of your thighs up as he sank to his knees, pressing hot open mouth kisses to your inner thighs.
You whimpered as his tongue dove in, licking your pussy slowly, before lapping at your clit. "Oh, god," you managed, gripping his hair in one hand, while the other freed your breasts by undoing your bra.
Klaus rested one of your thighs on his shoulder as he dug his tongue further into your folds, pumping you in and out. You moaned out as he grabbed one of your breasts in his hand, kneading the soft flesh. You were nearly crying with all the pleasure you were receiving, your legs shaking underneath you as your orgasm came hurtling at you.
However, Klaus didn't want you to release just yet. He pulled away, causing a desperate whine to escape your lips. He threw you on to the bed instead, stripping off his boxers as he crawled over you.
"Can't have you finishing without me, now can we, love?" Klaus smirked, grasping the base of his cock and spreading your legs to line up the head of his cock with your slit. "I would love your pretty little lips wrapped around my cock, but unfortunately, I'm a little impatient love."
You gasped as he thrust forward, gripping onto his biceps. He didn't allow you anytime to adjust to his girth as he began to pound you. Your groans were music to his ears as he hit every spot that sent you quivering and shaking in his arms.
His hands tangled in your hair as he leaned over you, hungrily kissing your lips. His hips were moving at a bruising pace, the sound of his ballsack hitting your ass just barely heard over the sounds of your whines and squeals. "So tight, Y/N," he cooed in your ear. "So warm and wet, my love as always. Your pretty pussy is always ready to take me, isn't it?"
"Hmm, your cock is the only one my pretty pussy wants," you moaned back, gasping as he thrust particularly hard into you.
"Say it again," Klaus growled.
"I only want your cock," You squealed, crying out as he truly began to pound you. "Your cock is the only one who knows how to pound my tight pussy just right."
Klaus let out an inhumane growl, one arm wrapped around your throat as he sat up more, thrusting with all his might. His other hand connected with your clitoris, which had you convulsing and screaming out. "Come on my cock," Klaus cooed. "Come on love, give it to me."
You screamed out, all of your nerves on fire as pleasure rushed through you. Warm substance seamed to be coating your thighs, your lower abdomen, and Klaus gasped loudly. before moaning, and spilling his seed deep inside you.
You couldn't speak for a moment, the pleasure blinding as you breathed heavily, feeling wonderfully full. Klaus slowly thrust a few more times inside you, before he slipped out of you, lying down. "My love, you are fantastic."
"Hmm, why?" you whispered, cuddling into his side.
"Because you squirted, dear. I caused you enough pleasure to cause you to squirt," Klaus said with a cheeky grin.
"If it always feels that good, I expect to be squirting every time you fuck me now," You told him. "I love you, Klaus."
Klaus smiled, looking into your eyes. "I wanted to wait for this, Y/N, but I cannot hold back any longer. I should've done this centuries ago."
Klaus got up, leaving you confused on the bed. "What?" You asked. "Are you leaving me?"
"No," Klaus chuckled as he pulled something out of his jean pockets, making his way over to you. "Y/N Y/L/N, I have been madly in love with you for centuries. You are my lover, my girlfriend and my best friend. You have been there for me through thick and thin and have put up with my diabolic tendencies without complaint. You stick beside me, and you support me but also counsel me into better decisions. You are perfect, my love, and I want nothing more than to spend the rest of eternity with you, my Y/N."
Your eyes were wide with shock as Klaus kneeled before you on the floor, pulling out a box. Tears escaped, and you weren't sure how you were going to say yes.
"So, will you make me the happiest man alive, and become Y/N Mikaelson?" Klaus asked hopefully, but nervousness showed in his eyes. He was praying you would not reject him, that he would get the honor of marrying a woman so pure and angelic.
"Yes," you whispered as you moved forward, kissing him hard. "I would be honored to become Y/N Mikaelson."
The both of you cried of joy as Klaus slipped the ring onto your finger, and you knew it was the beginning of the most beautiful marriage for the rest of eternity.