so in the beginning of this book i said i won't do female smut but since a very good friend of mine asked for this and it's almost the end of all the imagines, i decided to go for it. so, this is obviously not my best work because i suck at writing smut and this was a whole new thing for me, BUT I TRIED OK. i also read "how to write girlxgirl smut" for two hours so the effort is real guys !! lmao

oh and hAHAhaHAAHah one imagine left after this one wtf omg i'm gonna cry bYE

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Imagine spending time with Rebekah which leads to making out and eventually to the bedroom

  "Fancy a drink, love?"

  You glanced at your companion, and rapidly nodded your head before letting your eyes drift from the beautiful girl to the walls covered in several paintings and portraits. Rebekah, with whom you had spent many hours in some bar until she asked you to come home with her, disappeared in the kitchen while you continued to walk further in the house. It seemed empty of everyone but the two of you, so it was peaceful and quiet, which was a drastic change to how things were only a moment ago.

  You had been giggling and stumbling around in the feeling of freedom and a lack of interest in what other people thought of you. But now that you had entered the house with an eerie silence lingering around, and a heavy, dark atmosphere following you wherever you went, your night seemed to take a twist and go in a calmer direction. If anything, it would soon enough be the opposite, but right now, it was just you exploring the house and thinking about the beauties in it - from the art hung on the walls to the blonde who returned to you with two glasses of wine.

  "I thought we might be drinking something heavier", you winked, but gladly took a glass and drew a sip immediately. You lowered your gaze from the paintings on the wall to Rebekah, who was smiling widely at you through the glass on her thick red lips. She let out a fond chuckle, and shook her head as she put the glass down and gestured for you to do the same, so you did. Your eyes met again, and it felt like an electric shock jolted through you, your heart leaving out a beat because it found no other way to react as her stunning blue eyes gazed into yours deeply.

  "Well, aren't you a reckless one, Y/N", she teased, but then added, "not quite yet", before tearing her stare away from you. A sense of longing kicked in as Rebekah took a step away from you, although she still remained nearby, but you would have preferred being on her arms. It was quite obvious you liked her, ever since you first met, and she felt the same way - you just never did anything to those feelings. It had been crazy, shameless flirting for years now, and you liked it, though hoped that one day the two of you could actually admit that you were in love with each other.

  "Shall we dance?", Rebekah asked, offering you a warm smile, but not waiting for an answer when she had already turned back to the stereo and turned on some music for the two of you to swing to. Once the song started to blast from the speakers, Rebekah swayed over to you with a playful look written on her soft features, and offered you her hands which you accepted on your body. Your fingers interlocked, while her other hand went on your shoulder and yours found a lovely place on her side from where it slowly slid to her lower back. You pulled her closer, and surprised, she lifted an eyebrow but had no intentions to complain or disagree.

  You started to move to the beat of the slow, intense song and you found yourself breathless while your eyes glanced at Rebekah's plump lips. Her body pressed against yours, and your hot skins met while your hands clasped together even tighter, and your feet moved you both around the large room. You could feel Rebekah's breath on your mouth, and you felt the urge to kiss her coming over you, but you still tried to control yourself, so you lifted your eyes from her lips to her lovely eyes and broke into a smile as soon as your gazes locked. It was quiet, excluding the song, and you feared that she could hear your heart going even quicker than your wild imagination.

  "You're an excellent dancer", Rebekah pointed out, breaking the thick silence between you and her and you let out a low sigh of relief, which you then masked with a careless chuckle. You were a vampire, so you had several decades of experience in dancing, but you were nowhere near her level - she was a professional, to say the least. She led the dance easily, and you were left stumbling behind as you tried to look her in the eyes, listen to the lyrics, dream of her lips on yours and hold her, all at the same time. You didn't say anything more, just danced, enjoying the warmth of her body and the charming smile she couldn't shake off.

  Rebekah inched a bit closer to you, until there was no more space to close between your bodies, and your eyes lowered back to her kissable lips. Your tongue swept over your bottom lip quickly, and you could almost taste her lip gloss already, which was a tempting thought and caused your hand to sweat against hers. A part of you wanted to pull away and mumble out an awkward apology, but you couldn't find the courage to let go of the Original. She was so beautiful, and she had melted so close to you - how could you even consider the possibility of stopping the moment?

  You looked back into Rebekah's eyes, only to catch her looking at your lips as well. She answered to your eye contact though, and your heart dropped in your chest while you felt utterly dazed and light-headed, as if only her presence was some kind of a drug. She smelled so wonderful, and you let out an adoring sigh which made her smile softly while leaning closer to you, her hands going to the back of your neck and head while her mouth slowly, carefully met yours. Your heart was racing in your chest, blood buzzing in your ears and your skin prickling, and no words could describe how you really felt when Rebekah finally pressed her lips against yours.

  The dancing turned into occasional rocking back and forth, slowly and steadily while your hands went to her hips to pin her against you and your eyes closed with pleasure. Rebekah's lips tasted sweet, but the kiss was the exact opposite, with pure, dark lust and obvious dominance coming from her side. You tried to answer with your utmost effort, whilst your hand went from her hip to her cheek and your thumb brushed over the light freckles on her pale skin. Before you even understood what had happened, you felt your back coming against the nearest wall, and Rebekah's hands travelled beneath your shirt, touching the hot skin teasingly.

  "Rebekah", you whispered breathlessly when her lips left yours only to go to your neck and shoulder. You weren't sure what else to say, you just felt so blissful that it was all finally happening, after you had dreamed of this for so long. Your thighs were trembling and you were burning hot underneath her controlling touch already, craving for even the slightest bit of touch, careless of how and where, but you needed her hands and lips on you. You wanted her all to yourself, and you wanted to know, see, hear and feel more, more, until there would be nothing else to discover.

  Rebekah smirked, and wrapped her arms around your waist to take you upstairs with her. With her vampire speed, she sprinted into the first bedroom she could find, and threw you on the bed, and without giving you time to recover from the sudden landing on the soft mattress, she already climbed on top of you and took your lower lip between her teeth. You engaged in another intense kiss while her hands slid up to your sides, lifting your shirt inch by inch until she could pull it over your head. The kisses only ended when you undressed each other, but you made sure to do all of it slowly, cherish each moment.

  Your hips pinned together, and she raked her nails through your hair before taking a handful and holding it tightly in her hand, which caused you to choke out a moan whilst her lips moved over to your cheek, her breath tickling your ear. You undressed her from her shirt once you got the possibility, and in a moment of weakness, Rebekah gave you the chance to flip the two of you around and you ended up straddling her hips. You placed your hands on the back of her head, as hers went to your back and opened the hooks of your bra, causing it to fall on your lap, but Rebekah's interest remained elsewhere. Her hands caressed your skin, from your hips to your thighs and legs while her lips continued to leave kisses all over.

  She wanted you to feel comfortable, and you certainly did. But, at the same time, you were dizzy, drowning in pleasure and desperate for more. All your boundaries fell apart, and you didn't find any interest in being subtle or nice - you just wanted her, there and then. Your nails dug into her back, and your lips connected again, met in a rough, hot kiss with your teeth clacking together and your lips swollen because of the continuous, heated make out sessions.

  Eventually, Rebekah got tired of being under you, so she flipped you around again and pinned you to the mattress while moving her mouth down to your hips. She opened the zipper of your jeans with her teeth, which earned a soft gasp from you - it was indeed impressive. You gripped the sheets with both hands, and bit down on your lower lip rather harshly, but you weren't sure if you could handle the sight of Rebekah going down on you until her lips were touching the inner sides of your thighs, her hands resting on your hips while the jeans that you had worn only a moment ago, resided on the floor. It was all so very hot, and your skin was burning in the heat and your heart desiring for more.

  Your hands went in Rebekah's hair as she undressed you from whatever you still had on, and you gave the blonde curls a slight tug as she breathed between your legs, her mouth inching closer and closer to where you craved it the most. As soon as her lips and tongue came in touch with your body, you moaned desperately and threw your head in between the soft pillows. You could feel Rebekah smirk while she flicked her tongue up and down, and brought her fingers into the play that made you lift your hips in a needy way, begging for more.

  "Ah-- fuck", you cried out, squeezing your eyes shut, but you knew the sight below was too good so you looked at Rebekah, and trembled under her fiery gaze as her tongue delved in, following her fingers. She seemed rather pleased to hear your moans, so you kept them coming along with your best attempts at dirty talk.

  You were sure you were going to enjoy the rest of the night - and you weren't wrong.

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  The next morning, you got up quickly, not wanting to get caught naked in the bed with Rebekah. You weren't ashamed, if anything you were proud as all hell, but you didn't fancy the thought of someone walking in on you and figuring out your relationship that way. You didn't want to be embarrassed either, or cause the same awkwardness for someone else, so once you had woken up and shared a few wild, hungry kisses with Rebekah, still high from all the pleasure of last night, you got up and got dressed.

  You were pulling on your shirt, when you noticed the paintings all over the room, the color palettes and the easel in the corner of the room. It seemed like a truly fancy room, very sophisticated, and it caused you to smile when you turned over to Rebekah. You were tugging up your jeans while you looked at the Mikaelson in the bed you had successfully messed up, and broken in the frenetic sex you went at for hours, and you nodded towards the art around the room.

  "Didn't know you like painting", you muttered with a faint smile. Rebekah raised an eyebrow, confused why you'd say such a thing, because she did indeed enjoy art, but there was only one person in her family who liked painting - and that wasn't her.

  Rebekah looked around the room, only now realizing whose it was, and a look of amusement, yet partially shock, appeared to her face as she sat up on the crooked, broken bed. She giggled, and pulled the covers on top of her while shaking her head at you, causing you to grow confused in return. Rebekah's smirk only widened, and she licked her lips before parting them to tell you she didn't, but then the door of the bedroom was opened.

  "Jesus Christ-- What is this?!"

  You turned to the doorway, where a very shocked Niklaus stood, covering his eyes and groaning in evident displeasure, and you mirrored his surprised expression. You looked over to Rebekah, who tried her best to look innocent, but she was anything but that. She had taken you to Klaus' room, clearly, and you had fucked all night long and broken the poor man's bed, and you so wanted to feel bad but you broke into a laughter.

  "You bloody love birds have disgraced this room", Klaus groaned, and turned around to go away so the two of you could get dressed and clean in peace. You laughed, and climbed to Rebekah on the bed, where she immediately pulled you to her lap and crashed her lips onto yours hotly. While you kissed, you could hear Klaus complaining downstairs and it made the both of you laugh against each other's mouths.

  "Well, I think it was absolutely worth it", you winked, and Rebekah nodded before kissing you again.

  "Absolutely."