The Vampire Diaries Imagines 2

143 » klaus

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Imagine being a new vampire and winning Klaus in a fight, but he doesn't like to lose so he shows you he's in control elsewhere

 Cocky - would be one word to describe you. Arrogant, confident and badass. Always looking out for yourself, but hopelessly in love with Niklaus Mikaelson and forever having his back even if he didn't always need it. But he was a fragile man that hid behind a monstrous cover, and you were close enough with him to see that sensitive side and therefore, you had shown him your weakest state as well. But even if you were emotional, sensitive, caring towards each other, you were still Y/N Y/L/N, practically a female version of Damon, and he was still Klaus Mikaelson, the big bad hybrid with a temper. And there was undeniable frustration between you and him. Sexual, mostly.

 Tons of sexual frustration, in fact, lingered in the air whenever you were around each other and sometimes he wouldn't be able to resist. But you forced him to stop as soon as you remained human, but after months, nearly a year, of complaining and begging which was a) new from you, and b) something he enjoyed to see and hear, you were turned. It wasn't by Klaus' hand, which annoyed him greatly, you were turned by Stefan which only drove Klaus more insane, but you told him how he didn't have the right to bitch about it. You asked for him to turn you, and he didn't, so you went to someone else.

 One thing remained in Klaus' mind, though. Now that you were a vampire, he couldn't help but think what he had the chance to do to you now. With you. He tried to keep himself under control but whenever you shamelessly walked around the Mikaelson mansion with a lack of clothing, or teased him which was something you were exceptionally good at, he struggled. He wanted to take you there and then, and you knew it and agreed, but wanted to see how long it'd take for him to lose control. You didn't want to seem desperate - you never did.

 You and your lover - that was a name Klaus had earned after lots of making out, even in the public and a few romantic dates - were fighting in the mansion, just so you could show off your new abilities and he could crush you by being victorious, like was used to as the Original hybrid. Elijah seemed to disapprove of your ways to act so childishly, so he had left the house alongside Rebekah who apparently needed a new dress, leaving you alone with Klaus who was loving the challenge you threw out for him. He aimed to beat you, and didn't hold back the confidence or the cocky attitude, only to match yours.

 "Is that all, love? I thought you were a vampire now - where is all that mightiness?", he questioned, but then added, "ah, but you are not a hybrid. That is where you will fall, darling. That is where I will have my victory", before sprinting to you and pinning you against a wall, causing you to drop the stake you gotten out of a broken chair. You and him had wrecked the living room, and were now in the foyer, just waiting for the sexual tension to snap.

 "I could just... bite you, love. That would soon be the end of you. What would you do, then?", Klaus whispered, his lips almost on yours, his nose brushing against yours, his eyes locked with yours with so much lust and passion you felt like melting there, with one of his arms against your chest, and another holding the stake he had grabbed from you, right above your face. He loved to prove that as a hybrid, he was a more superior being, and you hated it, but never backed out of a fair challenge and therefore you didn't give up, not even when he so clearly wanted you.

 "Biting, huh? That's hot", you whispered back, your voice thick and seductive, and it managed to distract Klaus enough for you take the stake from him and shove it through his arm. "You're slipping, Nik. You're not thinking with your head. At least not with the head you should", you teased and sprinted away from him. You grinned happily while he tore the stake out, groaning as he did, before aiming a disapproving glare to your direction.