well

smut warning

buT YOU CAN'T BLAME ME IT'S DANIEL'S FAULT FOR BEING PROBABLY THE WHOLE REASON THE WORD ""SEXY"" WAS INVENTED TBH

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Imagine having sex with Elijah while your favorite songs play

 A pair of hot, soft lips connected with the skin on your neck, and sharp but familiar fangs pierced your flesh while you tilted your head back and moaned out the name of your lover. Your eyes closed and your hands clutched the sheets of your bed which bent under the weight of Elijah whose body moved against yours in a rather familiar, but nonetheless always so enjoyable manner. Soon enough he pulled his fangs out of your neck, and you opened your eyes just to see the admirable sight of Elijah Mikaelson and his fangs, dark eyes and the utterly arousing, incredible side of him which he barely showed.

 With both of his large hands, he ripped your shirt open, causing buttons to fly around the dimly lighted bedroom, and you did the same to him, before placing both of your hands on his ever so unappreciated, gorgeous body, feeling the impressive muscles only you were allowed to touch and adore like that. Elijah lowered his mouth to yours, and your lips connected in a way you'd never get enough of, while his hand cupped your cheek and his other grabbed your thigh as you lifted your leg and wrapped it around his waist to press him harder against you. It earned adoring sighs from the both of you, and hearing you make such sounds made Elijah want to take you right at the very moment but he enjoyed the play before the real deal and therefore remained under control.

 The bedroom swayed in intense, erotic atmosphere, with the dim lights and the candles surrounding the dark colors of your furniture and clothing. On the shelf above your bed, was your iPod that Elijah had bought for you on your second anniversary, playing your favorite tunes to match the mood he had set with a romantic dinner full of teasing. The intense beat kept playing from the music player, covering the sounds of your lips touching just like your bodies did.

 Your nails left bloody scratches on Elijah's muscular back, but they quickly healed and you were left in disappointment - whenever you tried to be rough and leave marks on your husband's body to make sure everyone knew he was all yours, he healed. You were still human, and therefore often in danger, but Elijah had given you his word that the only bruises, scratches and marks on your body would only be by his hand, and only if you allowed it. 

 Your attempt to mark your husband amused him, and he chuckled as placed a hand on the inner side of your thigh, softly caressing the skin before allowing his fingers to wander. You gave him a look that forbid all kinds of teasing but a part of you knew that Elijah loved it, and would never give up on the little joys and sources of pleasure, even if all he ever wanted was to keep you happy and satisfied. But when it came to the bedroom matters, Elijah was one selfish man - one some nights. Sometimes he'd be all about you and your satisfaction, but often he played the dominant role and did what he saw as best for himself. You didn't mind though, you always ended up satisfied and pleasured, and you loved seeing the bossy side of Elijah which he maintained out in the public as well but with you, it was all different.

 "Forgive me for my inability to remain harmed, my love", he muttered softly, his accent pushing out as he spoke. Compared to his brother Niklaus, his voice was far less thick and powerful in some kind of ways, but you had understood that whenever Elijah was overwhelmed by emotions, he let that accent break through and right now, he was taken over by lust which caused his voice to be laced with a higher level of sexy.

 You were so distracted by his charming voice, you didn't even notice his discreet way to undress you from your underwear, but you were taken back to the reality of the situation when you felt him touching you like you had dreamed him to since you fell on that bed. His thumb glided over you and you gasped at the sudden, ecstatic touch, which made Elijah smile happily - he would never cease to love the reaction he got from you with even the slightest of touches.

 "Son of a--", you let out, while your nails ran down Elijah's warm back, but as soon as you threatened to curse under his touch, his fingers left your body and you were given the awful feeling of being forbidden from the euphoric bliss you craved for.

 "Language, my dear Y/N, please", Elijah pointed out and kissed your jaw, and then your lips before slipping his fingers back. His movements became quicker and you could feel yourself building up, and from the usual signs you left for Elijah to see, he could notice it too. He didn't want you to come just yet, though, even if he loved seeing your body respond to his movements, and even if he adored the way you begged for him and moaned out his name. Even the tiniest things you did turned Elijah on, gave him pleasure just as much as your kiss or touch would, and he loved it - he loved you.

 "N-No!", you cried out when you were about to feel the blissful release which Elijah took away from you. You could feel yourself slipping away, and you let out a frustrated sound as you threw you head back into the pillows, making Elijah smile wildly.

 "Do not worry, my darling. I promise to give you everything you want in a few moments, as I always do. I wouldn't dare to leave you unsatisfied, Y/N", he responded to your pleas, before humming along the song playing from the iPod and letting his softly moving lips touch your skin again. From your shoulders to your chest and to your stomach, he adored every inch of your body but then saw how impatient you were growing and crawled back up to be face to face with you.

 "Alright, my apologies for being so neglecting towards you and your desires, my love. Perhaps I can make it up to you", Elijah whispered, and grinded his lower body against yours, knowing what it did to you. You let out a moan, powerful and genuine as it always was with Elijah, and shot him a glare to warn him about messing with you, but a teasing, playful smile just tugged up his lips, showing his lack of interest in your warnings that never turned out to be put in action.

 Elijah continued to move his body against yours, creating friction through the fabric which didn't appear to stop you from having what you wanted. You closed your eyes, and listened to Elijah's heavy breathing and groans as he rocked up and down, back and forth, and the music playing from the player, adding even more feeling to the already hot situation. Your favorite songs brought you joy no matter what, and listening to them while getting hot and heavy with Elijah? Pretty much perfection.

 "No", Elijah growled, his voice deep and thick and causing you to swallow carefully. "Open your eyes, my dear Y/N. Let me see you. Look at me when I make love to you", he insisted, and opened the belt of his trousers, followed by his zipper. In no time he was undressed, and you felt him against your thigh, then at your entrance, and then filling you up. You forced your eyes to stay open as Elijah dived down to your neck where he kissed and sucked on the skin, but not enough to break it.

 "The bite marks are still there, forgive me darling", he muttered, referring to the bite he engaged in earlier. He nipped on his wrist, and while his hips slammed into yours roughly, he fed you his blood which you drank willingly. Elijah's fangs grew out and he felt the need to bite you again as he watched you suck his blood, but he controlled himself and the fangs went into hiding again as soon as you had healed.

 Elijah placed his hand on the wall, and the bed creaked and moved with every thrust he went for, back and forth in a fast, rough but perfect manner that provided unexplainable pleasure to you. You ran your fingers through Elijah's dark hair, and pulled his face down to yours, and then placed your lips together, loving the way they connected so flawlessly. Like the good old friends they were, your lips moved against each other while your hands left Elijah's hair and went down to his muscular upper body, and while your legs wrapped around his waist, bringing a whole level of intensity into the moment.

 "Oh-- my god", Elijah let out, "my love, you are... divine", gasping for air as a hot groan rose from his throat and covered the music as it rang around the room. Hearing him like that - it could have been enough for you to reach your peak but for the sake of the moment to last a little bit longer, you held it back and prayed for yourself to last. But with Elijah slamming into you like that, his lips touching your hot skin, his other arm under your body to lift you up towards him - it was challenging.

 Then you heard a sudden crack and your head snapped up to the direction of the sound, only for you to see an evident hole in the wall caused by Elijah's hand as it sank in. You turned back to your husband, and bit your lower lip, loving the way he became so rough yet so weak with you. His eyes rolled around in satisfaction as he continued to thrust back and forth, and since he didn't seem capable of doing it himself, you grabbed his muscular arm and guided his hand out of the broken wall. You placed it on the bed, and after gaining new support, Elijah started to go just a bit faster which tipped you over the edge and a sudden rush ran through your body.

 "Fuck, Y/N", Elijah sharply let out, as he felt his own release, and together you moaned. It was not only hot, but beautiful, the both of you weak at each other's arms, needing the other, desperate and dependent.

 "Elijah", you breathed out as you tried to regain your power, "language." He chuckled as he pulled out, and grabbed you to flip himself on his back and to place you on top of him. Your lips met each other once more, and after a rather perfect kiss to end the situation, you fell on the bed next to him and stared at the ceiling in silence. Only the music played, only your favorite songs continued to break the quietness in the room. Until you had to point out the obvious.

 "You broke the wall", you let out, and held back a giggle. You turned to your husband, who tried to look serious but a smile played on his lips, and you could tell that he was satisfied, proud, what not.

 "It seems I did. My apologies, love. I will do something about it tomorrow, I give you my word", he promised, and kissed your cheek before the two of you could fall asleep.

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 The next day, you were sitting in the kitchen with your underwear and Elijah's shirt on, sipping on a mug of coffee to wake yourself up. Klaus was sitting on the opposite seat, watching you, and Rebekah did the same from the other side of the kitchen, while Elijah was upstairs with a pair of repairmen to take a look at the wall he more or less smashed last night. There was a fairly awkward silence in the kitchen, until Rebekah spoke up and said the words she and Klaus had both been thinking about for the past hour.

 "What the bloody hell happened, Y/N? You broke the wall? How does that even happen?", Rebekah exclaimed, to which you just shrugged, and Klaus grinned and lifted an eyebrow.

 "I think it is quite obvious, sister. I'll explain when you're older", Klaus teased not only Rebekah, but you. You gave him a tired look, begging for him to not bring this up now, but as soon as Klaus promised to give up on the teasing and guessing, Elijah walked in the room, rolling up his sleeves and smiling proudly.

 "It's quite the interesting story, actually. It appears that I cannot control myself around my wife", Elijah said, with a wild smirk, succeeding on making both of siblings let out a sound of disgust. But you couldn't hide your smile.

 Yes, it did appear so.