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bakerstreet2020-03-10 08:24 pm
onlycareaboutshipping) wrote in bakerstreet2020-03-10 08:24 pm
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Wedding Night
 The Wedding Night Meme a smut/shipping meme |
The wedding bells have rung - or the correct sacrifices have been made, depending on your culture. Whatever the case may be, you're married now, and the night is yours. However, there is one expectation on you: it's time to consummate the marriage. Whether you're in love, in this marriage because it was arranged, or absolutely in hate with your new spouse, you're with them now. Have you two been intimate before this, or is your first time...with them or first time period? Do you know what you want and are you full of lust, or do you have no clue what's going on? Maybe you even have to seduce your partner who wants nothing to do with this!
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But the weird thing is she almost wants to believe Klaus when he says he'll use his power to help her out with her little demon sitch, because it's a solve that helps him out too. The sooner he deals with her problem, the sooner they can leave Purgatory, but that's going to have to be an entirely separate conversation because now that she's been back in her hometown as long as she has, cutting and running isn't as simple a decision as it sounds. ]
Well... no. Technically not. That whole Ghost River Triangle dealio. They try to cross the boundary and they go all crispy. [ She's gently rubbing her thumb against the underside of her ring finger, against the band, and once she realizes what she's doing she awkwardly shifts to crossing her arms over her chest instead, an obvious defensive posture that counters his casual draping across the couch. And she's not even going to give any indication that the accent is doing anything for her. Nope. Not happening. ] I guess I could use the extra pair of hands, so. Yeah. Okay. Fine. I mean, you know what they say about the couple that slays together.
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Klaus is the greatest ally to have when you serve his purpose as well. He'll move Heaven and Hell just to make something happen to get you over the finish line. Right now he's even more motivated than usual. He's after peace for his daughter. He wants safety for his family. Which means he will bend over backwards to rid this town of the problem they've experienced for years. Curses are meant to be broken in his opinion. Squashed like bugs. He fully intends to get rid of Wynonna's even if he has to journey to Hell itself. If he got truly antsy he could always try to bring about Bonnie. Though she very rarely helps him without trying to kill him as well. Mostly Klaus' fault. ]
They indulge in energetic post murdering shagging? [ Another grin. Klaus pushes up from the couch finally and runs his thumb over the band of the wedding ring that is on his left hand. It's not a strange sensation really. Before he broke his curse he wore a daylight ring on his right hand. He's gotten rid of it since then. As a hybrid he no longer worries about the sun, but this wedding band is an entirely different burden. Or just a worry. Having something on his hand once more is odd. ] I imagine they'll be quite surprised--[ His eyes adopt a golden hue as the black veins extend from his eye sockets. ]--to find your husband is not quite what he seems.
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God, her entire life has just gotten incessantly more complicated and yet here he is, standing in front of her now that he's pushed himself up to stand in front of her, that grin of his prompting a soft exhale of irritation from her that she's trying to hold onto even while he's basically swearing to get rid of her biggest problem. Her first instinct is to tell him that this is her battle to fight, to take on, but she'd be nuts to refuse his help and they both know it.
In response, she attempts to muster a glare, but the corners of her mouth are twitching into a smile before she can fully stop it and she quickly averts her gaze to try and hide it altogether, idly sweeping some of her hair back to tuck it behind her ear. The problem is she knows how good they can be on that level, when there's a lot less between them in the way of clothes and she knows she can go as hard as she wants to without potentially hurting him. And now she's starting to question if she just has a thing for immortals. ] I think they'll just be shocked to hear the word husband, period. Might be enough to make them crawl back to Hell all on their own. [ It's still not anything she's used to saying herself, and there's a brief moment of vulnerability in her eyes as she peers to him, a silent what the hell have we gotten ourselves into. ]
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Once things do settle she can look forward to is Rebekah inserting herself into her life. She'd always wanted a sister that she could be close to. She'd been surrounded by boys all throughout their childhood. If things became safe for Hope to return then perhaps his sister would come as well. He had given her the freedom she desired, but he knew her. She would come back to them. Especially now that Niklaus was sporting a "semi-human" wife. The jury was still out about what sort of mojo she had working within her. He would eventually prepare Wynonna for the whirlwind that would become his little sister.
Klaus looks incredibly pleased with himself when she makes a point of averting her gaze when she's on the verge of smiling. He doesn't speak upon this little moment. He instead lets it die between them as she collects herself. Trying to maintain the carefully crafted mask of borderline belligerent indifference. It's incredibly charming. His arms go behind his back and his hands clasp together as his eyes return to their regular hue. He rocks back and forth for a moment as he thinks upon all of this. It seems they're both not the type to become spouses. Why wouldn't anyone not want to spend their life with them? ] I'm not sure why. Your foul mouth is adorable. Who wouldn't want to spend eternity with that? [ They're clearly keepers. ] Don't worry. I promise to never be boring at least.
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The initial reaction from the Earp side of the equation had been a little more cautious, more tentative at the start; she doesn't blame Waverly one bit for being wary around the family that's now become her in-laws, although Wynonna has to look around at the motley crew they've assembled for themselves, vampires and half-angels and hybrids and whatever this curse gives her that makes her slightly more than human, and almost laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. Of course she wouldn't marry into a normal family. Of course the person she links herself to would be yet another seemingly ageless dude.
And the moment she allows herself to release some of the tension that's been arranging itself in her chest since they exchanged vows a few hours ago, she feels it, that energy that seems to exist between them, making her feel that much more inclined to close some of that remaining distance and press her lips against the pleased smirk he's wearing. But she's more than capable of repressing that instinct and when he clasps his hands behind his back she draws in a breath like she's taking advantage of the moment passing to collect herself, too. His comment about her proclivity for swearing prompts another brief pull of her face into a pretend glare, though. ] That's one word for it. [ God, he's so smooth sometimes it's infuriating. ] Good, 'cause the first whiff I get of being completely and totally bored out of my gourd, I'm pretty sure that could be grounds for d-i-v-o-r-c-e. [ She's joking, obviously, but she almost floats it between them to see how he reacts. ]
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Caution is wise to have when dealing with Mikaelsons. Their name carries a great weight in their world, but it also lures the opportunistic fools from the shadows. The ones who believe they can take their power or put them in the ground to change their own station in life. Not that Klaus hates motivated individuals, but coming after his family is a death sentence. Always. At this point the Earps are apart of his family. Which means that if they call they will get the full brutal power of the Mikaelson siblings. They might even get a very angry hybrid mother as well. It depends on Hayley's mood really. ]
You won't be divorcing me, love. [ He lets his hands drop to his sides and lifts one to brush a finger under her chin. ] You will be a busy little bee with me at your side. [ His thumb strokes over her cheek. ] In the bed. [ He lifts his other hand to cup the other side of her face. His head tilts down to press his forehead to hers. Another smile breaking out across his face right now. ] Outside of the bed. When we're not dealing with your revenant problem I plan to keep you thoroughly distracted. Divorce will be the last thing you'll think of.
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Maybe she's indicated as much to Klaus before, in those moments when she's half in the bottle and feeling a weird need to be vulnerable before finally shoving it all down to climb on top of him instead. Maybe she knows how much he gets it, being separated from a daughter he clearly wants to protect. Maybe that part of her had finally been the one that had agreed to this whole marriage deal because out of everyone in his damn family, they're the ones that actually have the most in common after all.
She rolls her eyes good-naturedly, but it means she isn't paying attention and the slip of his finger beneath her chin, the light sweep of his thumb over her cheek, catches her off-guard and her soft intake of breath only precedes him gently cupping her face between both hands before she has the ability to fully prepare herself for it. Yeah, she doesn't really need the reminder of how good they are when it comes to that but she's not exactly complaining about the way he's initiating it, gaze dropping down between them rather than meeting his right away, even as a smile quirks up one side of her mouth. ] Oh, yeah? You know, I don't see any of them around right now.
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It's something he finds comforting about her. They're both separated from the thing that makes them feel the most human. Their daughter. Two separate little girls more than likely destined for great things. Trying to hard to keep them safe in a world that would see them killed. Hope is the humanity that lives within Klaus. The goodness that so very rarely sees the light of day. He connects with Wynonna more than he initially realized upon their first evening together. So much more lurked beneath the surface for the both of them. Needing to get back what they wanted.
That gaze of hers drops and Klaus does indeed echo that smile she manages. Though his is just a touch bigger. She would walk through the fires for those, but she won't hold his gaze. It's almost adorable. ] There aren't are there? [ Klaus makes a big show of leaning back to look around the room. ] Perhaps you should hold tight, love. [ The benefit of now being married to an original Hybrid is that they come with lovely perks. Klaus uses his speed and strength to scoop her up into his arms quickly. He moves up her stairs and right outside the threshold of her bedroom. ] I didn't carry you over the one into the house, but I figure this can make up for that. [ He steps into her room with her in his arms. ]
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The truth is she thinks he can understand a lot about her, much more than he'd let on at first, and they have futures to fight for, both of them together; it might take even less time to get back what they're both missing out on, the sacrifices they're making by keeping their daughters far away from danger, now that they've aligned with each other. She hadn't been doing it alone before, but she's not going to say no to more help here.
She still remembers the first time he'd surprised her, revealing himself to be more than a man, and she's left somewhat breathless by both the strength and speed he exhibits as he plucks her up off her feet and zooms them both up the main staircase and down the hall, walking through the doorway into her room. Reflexively, she's thrown her arms around his neck even though she knows he's not about to drop her, eyes wide and expression half-breathless as her equilibrium finally rights itself. ] Holy shit, warn a girl before you do something like that. [ She's still breathing a little harder as she looks at him, and while he's still got her in his arms she's going to veer in and kiss him decisively, cupping his face between her hands. ] Can't have a wedding without a wedding night, huh?
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He does love the look on her face when she recovers from his quick movements with her in his arms. ] I did tell you to hold on tightly. [ Which he had hoped was a good enough indicator. Klaus' patience has never been his strong suit. That's Elijah's game. Klaus tends to make things happen when he wants. She doesn't hop down and sass him anymore. Which is what he ultimately expects with Wynonna most days. Instead she takes his face in her hands and kisses him. Klaus leans into it and is about to take his first step in the direction of the bed when she speaks. He pulls back to look at her better. ]
Wedding night. Wedding day. Wedding week. [ He smiles and finally moves her deeper into the room, but he doesn't go to the bed. Instead Klaus drops her on the dresser. He tilts his head. ] I assure you that you'll be singing this union's praises eventually. Quite loudly I hope. [ Klaus kicks out of the dress shoes he was wearing prior to this change of scenery. ] Might I say that your wedding dress--[ It's not traditional, but it's still lovely. ]--is very lovely. I did think about what was underneath it often.
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Okay, sure, you warned me. [ She's still planning to sass him; that part hasn't changed, even as she cups his face between her hands and guides him into her for a kiss she knows he can handle without dropping her soundly on her ass. But by the time he crosses the room in a different direction than she's anticipating, plopping her down on the hard surface of the dresser and stepping between the reflexive spread of her knees, she's reaching for the top buttons on his dress shirt, trying to make some work of them. ]
Oh, that's what you think? [ But there's a smirk on her lips anyway, and she knows the high cut of her knee-length dress is already skimming a little higher up her thighs when she spreads her legs wider, gaze dropping down to the space between them. ] Why don't you dive in and find out for yourself? [ Granted, it's no more than the usual thong she wears to avoid the inconvenience of any lines beneath a dress this tight, but as she slips a hand up his chest to cup the back of his neck, it's probably more than evident how she wants him to investigate her panty sitch. ]
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But there's no more time to think of those nimble fingers working his buttons open. Especially when he's granted such a lovely view of thighs becoming more bare by the moment. The dress slips higher and higher. He's very distracted by the exposed thigh that's being shown to him. Soft skin for someone so damn obstinate. You'd almost expect leather just because. Her suggestion has his brow cocking and the grip on the back of his neck indicates how she wants him to be investigating. She's keeping him up here for the moment and Klaus is so very happy to oblige right now.
His hand disappears under the fabric of that dress and skirts up the top of her thigh. He stops at her hip and feels the material. He feels along the material with a smile before his hand sweeps over her belly and downward. She did tell him to find out for himself. His fingertips graze over her pubic bone and down the stretch of fabric between her thighs. His gaze finds hers and he shows faux shock with smile. ] You are a naughty little minx, aren't you? [ He hooks a finger around the fabric and snaps it against her with a wiggle of his brows. ] I'm afraid I'll need to take a closer look to fully satisfy my curiosity.
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It's the same look he's wearing now, like he doesn't necessarily want to bother with something as inconvenient as a zipper in removing every single piece of clothing from her and proceeding to devour her from the inside out. She's never afraid when she sees the hunger in his gaze, because she knows it's a very specific kind reserved for something like this, when he's venturing confident fingers beneath the rising hem of her dress for his touch to skate over her thighs, prompting her to hook teeth into her lip to stifle a soft intake of breath. He's warm, warmer than she'd expect for someone of his kind, but she figures that has everything to do with him being a hybrid, that werewolf side coming to the forefront. ]
Like you don't know who you β married. [ Her hips jut forward on reflex when he hooks a finger beneath the lace of her underwear and then draws it back, creating just enough tension so that she feels the light sting of the fabric when it releases to snap against her hip; her hand tightens its hold on the nape of his neck and she curves forward, drifting toward the edge of the dresser, realizing how she looks with her thighs spread open for whatever he decides to give her in the moment β but when he suggests getting a closer look. ] You should... definitely, definitely do that.
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Most vampires do indeed drink coffee to give the illusion of warmth to their skin. Klaus has never had to worry about those pesky vampire issues with his hybrid nature fully unleashed now. She's in for a whole collection of surprising things. He is aware of who he married though. He knows for a fact she would have grown tired of Elijah if he had taken Klaus' place. He's impressive at first, but once you know how brother you see the boredom. Plus if he had insisted it be Elijah then Hayley absolutely would have have tried to have his head. He's certain of that. Still he wouldn't have lasted a day with Wynonna. ]
It would be my pleasure, love.
[ Klaus leans forward and crouches a bit. It's not like he can drop to his knees and have easy access. She's on a dresser. He could move her, but he doesn't want to. Not yet anyways. But he picks up the dress skirts and under he goes. Disappearing from sight. The scent in here hits Klaus hard. The arousal wraps around him like snake coiling around it's prey. He shuts his eyes for a moment and allows it all to wash over him. Finally he tilts his head and presses a kiss along the inside of her thigh. Tongue dragging upward until he can lick a firm stripe over the fabric of that thong. He nips at the fabric with almost a growl. ]
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She can't pretend she doesn't want this, and somehow the notion that he can smell the truth on her either way isn't as awkward as she expected it to be β no, she's swallowing down a hitch in her breathing already when he turns his head to press lips soft to the bare skin of her inner thigh before he licks a hot, wet stripe up to the lace-covered apex. ]
Shit. [ She laughs, a low chuckle, head tipping back to thunk against the wall behind the dresser, but if she inadvertently hurts herself she's going to push through it, especially if it means she'll be able to feel his tongue directly on her soon enough; instinctively, she slips one hand down to push fingers through the short strands of his hair, encouraging him inward and maybe even spreading her knees a little wider along with it. Turns out throwing together a wedding last-minute means they haven't exactly had a lot of time for this, and maybe she's had a need for his mouth on her longer than she realized. ]
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Klaus could could rid her of that thong so bloody quickly. He could rip it from her body without a second thought. He doesn't though. Instead he allows himself to take in her scent. He takes one more second before he pulls the fabric to the side and presses onward. Pressing a soft and lingering kiss against those lips. His tongue dragging out at the last second to flick upwards against them. One arm winds over her thigh and around her to hold on. His tongue presses firmer against her now. Dragging up between her lips and swirling the tip over her clit when he locates it. He's doing things mostly by feel here.
It's an overwhelming scent like this. Between her thighs and under the dress. More intense. It makes Klaus just want her more. Pushing him past his gentler moves. His lips press against her firmer now as he works them up to suck her clit into his mouth. His middle finger swirls at her entrance to gather any slick before he presses it into her. ]
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Damage calls to damage, maybe, and she's under no illusions that this is going to be a perfect marriage by any means but it can be something, an alliance, a joining of strengths, and fuck, if she's gonna end up getting laid like this in the process it'll do a lot for her stress level, that's for damn sure. It's even hotter that he doesn't take her panties off first, just curls his fingers around the fabric and tugs it to the side before he starts to kiss her, tongue her. She's already sighing, inching toward the edge of the dresser in a half-slumped position, and if anyone walked in on them now there'd be no question of what they're up to.
He's good at this; she's known it for a while, ever since the first time they hooked up, and since then he's only learned to read her more and more, recognize the signals for what she needs and give it to her. Her hips roll forward when he eases that finger inside her, pairing it with the suction of his lips and her fingers flex against his scalp, a soft moan rippling up out of her throat. ] Like that, yeah β God, your mouth.
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She's his wife though. Klaus can be a selfish bastard when it comes to protecting his own self interests, but he's changed quite a bit since Hope started to grow in her mother's belly. Family. That's something he's been reminded of since returning to New Orleans. Wynonna is now apart of his family. As well as her little group as well. Klaus can be fiercely protective of those that he chooses to surround himself with. It also means that he will spend his nights worshipping her in the bedroom. Or the living room. Or the kitchen. He's never been picky. He intends show her all the affection in the world. Being on his knees for her will only become routine.
Encouragement is always appreciated. It's hot as well. A woman after his own heart. Not afraid to assure him he's on the right track. He resists the urge to pull off and make a crack about simply being Klaus, but he has a feeling that would pause the bloody momentum. He'd rather not. But he makes it in his head. Smiling against her skin as well. Yes. He's that kind of asshole. With that finger curled inside of her he takes his tongue and presses it between her lips. The tip sliding around where his finger is buried. Another firm lick upwards. He sucks her clit into his mouth once more as his finger pulls out and pushes in with two fingers. They move faster and with a purpose. Building a strong rhythm for her. ]
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What they won't be able to ignore is the complicated family dynamics that exist now β her kid, his, the fact that neither of them are currently shacking up with the respective partners they both drunkenly hooked up with once upon a time to bring about said kids' existence. But it's just something they're going to have to navigate, along with whatever other threats stupidly decide to try and take on two families that have now just become linked through them.
He eats her out like he wants to savor her, every single drop of arousal that his fingers and tongue tease out, and when he licks around where his finger resides inside her she shifts her hips forward, brings herself right there to the edge of the dresser β just in time for him to add a second finger and make her cry out, sharp and sudden, her other hand slipping down to scrabble across the wood beneath her as she rocks into the strokes of his fingers, the suction of his mouth. ] Just like that, both β [ The pairing of attention to her clit and the smooth thrusts of his hand are almost too overwhelming, like he's paid attention to exactly what she needs to get off. ] Harder.
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It helps that his partner is in love with his older brother. As clever as Hayley and Elijah believe they are with their feelings Klaus isn't stupid. Anyone could see it. He told him as much when she was dead. Or rather they thought she was dead. He knew Hayley felt the same. Hiding her emotions isn't her strong suit. Especially with her wolf DNA. That's damn near impossible.
There's a part of Klaus that wonders how much this dresser could endure. He won't keep her up there forever. He'll take her to the bed soon enough. But her enthusiasm is quite lovely. The sound the dresser makes with each rock forward. Thumping back into place when she moves. There's no time for a smug laugh or any comments. She gives him a command. Not that he ever truly follows the commands of others. This is different. This is about pleasure. Her pleasure. Which he will enjoy thoroughly. Klaus obliges. Though he's not sure what she wants harder. Suction or his fingers. He opts to give her both. Stronger suction and harsher thrusting of his fingers. Everytime he pulls them out he makes sure to stroke before pushing them back in at a quick pace. Harder. As she ordered. He should have added a third finger just to overload her. ]
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In that sense, this is surprisingly uncomplicated, definitely not like how things with Doc are; her relationship with her technical baby daddy is never not going to be confusing and a weird mixture of emotions, but Klaus doesn't seem threatened by that at all, probably because he's the one who ended up putting this ring on her finger in the end anyway.
The good news is that they've got the whole damn house to themselves, which means no one can hear this dresser scraping across the floor and thudding back into the wall as she undulates on top of it, rolling her hips into the dual pleasure of his mouth and fingers. Somehow he intuits that she means she wants it harder on all fronts and gives it to her, so firm and unrelenting that her eyes damn near roll back into her head and she arches, body forming a taut curve as her fingers grip onto the edges of the dresser hard enough to whiten her knuckles. ]
Fuck, Klaus, I'm β I'm coming, I β [ The stream of consciousness breaks with another moan and she goes completely still for a few beats, tense and quivering, before her climax hits in a powerful wave, an explosion that goes off inside her and ripples outward as she bucks against his mouth, the thrust of his hand, and then finally sags limply with a weak whimper in the back of her throat. ] Holy shit.
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She gives him everything he could ask for. She comes undone and he's overwhelmed by her entirely. Scent. Taste. The sight of her when his head pulls back and his eyes open. She's a bloody mess and he's aroused by all of it. The holy shit is an indicator that she's rolled through it. He ducks out from underneath her dress and looks at her with darkened eyes. Not hunger, but lust. Klaus doesn't stop or give her time to recover. Absolutely not. He was aching for her from being under her dress. The scent had driven him made prior to all of this. Her scent. He wanted her and she was right there.
There's no more hesitation. He undoes the zipper on his trousers and reaches inside to pull out his cock. One short stroke and he's moving forward her to push up the skirts of her dress. Her underwear is still drawn to the side thankfully. He holds himself at the base and pushes inside of her quickly. Burying himself inside with slick ease now she's just freshly come. Klaus' head dips forward and his forehead hits her shoulder with a dull thud. He bites his bottom lip and pulls back his hips to thrust into her now. Quick and hungry motions. ]</small
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She's practically dripping by the time he slips out from beneath her dress, inner thighs shining with how hard he's made her come, and for a second she thinks he might give her some time to recover, maybe even pick her up off the dresser and carry her to the bed, but the way he's looking at her now she knows they won't make it there first, not when his eyes are almost dark with need.
She only dimly perceives the sound of his zipper coming down before he steps in to fit himself between the spread of her legs, positioning himself at her slick entrance; she's still trying to catch her breath and then he shoves inside her in one smooth thrust that makes her cry out, but he's gotten her off once already and she's wet enough to take him this suddenly. They both reel against each other, her hands flying up to grip at his back, fingers digging in when he starts to thrust, fast and hard, making the dresser thump against the floor every time he goes deep. ] Fuck β yes, please β fuck me just like that β
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She clings to Klaus like he's all she needs right now. It's entirely unhealthy how much Klaus gets off on such emotions. That desire to be everything to the one you cared about. To keep them so firmly grasped in your orbit. He's never been accused of being a very healthy individual. After years of feeling isolated from his family and like he wasn't wanted it's all he wants now. To be desired. To be needed. To be grasped for with such blind determination. Nails dig into his back and Klaus wants it to hurt. Wants it to burn. He wants the marks to remind him of this. To remind him of how it feels with her. She makes it all feel so bloody easy. He can hardly even fathom how she manages it either.
Her words drip with need. Desperation for him to keep giving her exactly what she needs. What she desires. He reaches up to grab her by the chin roughly. His head drawing back as he looks at her. Holding her face there while he fucks her. The veins around his eyes have darkened and he looks far less cuddly than usual. Still he's very much Klaus. She'll see that. He holds her face there and watches her. Panting along with her as he fucks her hard and fast. ] Keep your eyes on me. [ He commands her. ] Do you want to come again, Wynonna? Do you want to come for me? [ His voice comes out more as a growl by now. He hasn't let go of her chin just yet. His other hand comes around to grip a tuft of her hair roughly and hold on. Hips doing all the work now. ]
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She doesn't want anyone to think that she needs them this much, that she's such a needy person that she can't be independent and strong on her own β but she clutches onto him in this moment as he drives into her hard enough to rock the dresser against the floor and somewhere, in the back of her mind, she knows she doesn't want to let go, not now and not ever. And somehow he senses that she wants it hard and rough, so hard that she doesn't have to dwell on anything deeper, doesn't have to think about how he might be what she wants as well as what she needs.
He grasps her chin between his fingers but it isn't dominating, isn't controlling; she stares into his darkened gaze, her lips swollen and parted from the messy snatching of their kisses, and each time she breathes it's another moan as she fights the instinct to look away from him instead. He's ordering her but it isn't a compulsion; she made him swear to her once that he would never pull that kind of shit with her. She nods once, a quick and jerking motion, and when his other hand slips into her hair to grab a fistful of it she whimpers at the tug against her scalp, tilting her head back into the touch to expose the curve of her neck to him, arching helplessly as he continues to fuck her. ] Yes, yeah β I want β tell me to do it. Tell me to come.
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