Birthday Boy

Requests: “Soo idk why I thought of this (maybe cuz of the posts of DG turning 41) but how about a shower sex smut with Elijah? Or even a birthday sex where it's Elijahs bday? Hmm... If you're feeling it then you can choose which scenario 😋😎🤗” “Riding Elijah smut?” (Credits to gif owners!) Warning! Visual smut ahead!(REPOST!!! Was a Visual Smut but edited.)

"Y/N, my love?" A hint of confusion laced in Elijah's voice. What he didn't know was that you were upset to find out his birthday was today. Klaus had hinted at it and then when you found out, you couldn't help but be a little offended. Elijah always spoiled you for your birthday, and he never told you when his was. Probably because he knew you'd go full out and he didn't ever ask for anything special. What a party pooper, to not even want to go out for drinks? Or a dinner?

His voice was getting closer and closer to your bedroom. You sat across your bed, fixing the lace cupping your breasts and resting your chin in your hand, kicking your feet up behind you and crossing your legs. "Sweetheart you haven't answered my texts." It was always like him to worry about you. "Forgive me, baby. But I don't recall doing anything-" He opened the door and quickly looked away, you caught the big bad original off guard. "Wrong." He finished his statement weakly.

His eyes never left your body, the way you pushed yourself off of the bed and let your hair fall over your shoulders. The way you walked at him until your chest was flushed against his. "I'm not angry, but a little disappointed." But he had no idea what you were getting at. There was no way he had forgotten his own birthday, was there? "How come you didn't tell me it was your birthday? Elijah we could have had dinner or went to see a movie-" Your fingers walked up his chest.

He watched and then averted his attention to your eyes. "I never celebrate. It must have never come about." Your hand slowly wrapped around his tie, tugging him down a few notches so he was eye level with you. "Y/N-" His hand grabbed your hip, but your hand wrapped in his tie, now he wasn't leaving. He saw the evil and smoky look in your eye and held himself together. His hand on your hip was starting to get hot, he had an urge to throw you down and take you. Just because he was dominant and you trying to have dominance over him always drove him crazy.

"Well then why don't we 'celebrate' a little?" You licked your lips and then pulled his face closer, licking a stripe from his jaw to his temple. Elijah's face was red, flustered and he looked almost shy. But you knew he wasn't shy. He was trying not to fuck you up the wall and wait and see what you had in store for him. But that was the thing, you didn't have anything planned because you figured he'd want to do whatever he could to you.

Without any other noises, words, anything...you dropped to your knees. Elijah wiped his mouth and watched with his hands covering his cheeks. You skimmed your hand across the front of his dress pants, teasing the soon to be hard flesh underneath. You smiled up at him as innocently as you could but God only knows you aren't innocent especially when it came to Elijah. "I figured I'd let you have me for your big day. Just to remind you how much of a gift I am to you."

"Your confidence can make a man intimidated, Y/N." His hands now behind his back. You laughed a bit and played with his belt, now undone and hanging loosely off of his hips. Your hand skimmed the front of his pants again, this time squeezing your fingers around the thick flesh. Elijah fixed his stance so he could balance better and get a better view of you below him.

Now his pants were in a puddle at his feet and at your knees. You wrapped both hands around his length and pumped him, a soft rhythm that you knew he always enjoyed. Sensual and gentle, just enough to draw soft moans out of him and to watch his chest rise and fall. Which was exactly how he reacted and sent warmth straight between your legs. You took your bottom lip between your teeth and heard Elijah moan at the sight.

"Why don't you do something instead of looking pretty?" This was completely out of character for Elijah but whatever it was, you loved it. And even took a chance at him, pushing yourself off of the ground and leaving him to the bed by his tie. You collected his hands in yours when he attempted to hold them and shoved him backwards. He bounced but regained himself, shrugging his jacket off. He helped pull you across his lap, holding your thighs and watching you unbutton his shirt and brush it off of the bed.

You positioned yourself over his lap, playing with his cock. You teased your folds with the tip at first, and then circling your clit with it. You couldn't hold back your smile when Elijah parted his legs further, as if to throw you off balance so you'd give in. But you didn't. He released a hoarse groan when you pretended you were going to sink down on him but lifted yourself again. And Elijah's growing frustration was evident.

Once more you wriggled your hips downward, pressing the tip of his cock through your folds and then pulling yourself up. Elijah sat up, one strong arm wrapped around your waist and the other pulling you down around him despite not being ready to adjust quite yet. Your hands slapped to his shoulders and a look of shock washed over your face. "Damn it Elijah-" Your figure shook slightly in his arms.

"Mmm, but I bet it feels wonderful doesn't it?" He wiped hair out of your eyes and then tightened his arm around your hip, using his other hand to hold the both of you up. His arm pushed at your hips, urging you to move. Your nails digging into his shoulders but he didn't seem to mind at all. You closed your eyes and buried your face in his neck, your heavy breaths the only thing you could hear.

Elijah was now guiding you in a rushed and hurried motion. The rhythm was rough and anything but passionate. You used him as leverage to push down around him as fast as you could, experimenting with circling your hips and thrusting quickly back and forth. An unexpected moan tumbled from your parted lips and it was loud. Louder than you expected it to be. And it must have caught Elijah off guard because he flinched and then moaned with you.

He took this as an opportunity to take your bottom lip in his mouth, biting down and hearing your whimpers. It was like music to his ears, something he could listen to all day. His arm still guiding you. You could feel your body start to shake and a spot deep within starting to ache, your orgasm was following along swiftly.

Elijah wouldn't let it happen. If you knew him well enough he'd make you hold it, and then you'd have to wait until he was almost there and then cum together. Especially if it was his birthday he might have something like that planned, something intimate.

"Elijah." You whimpered, he took your bottom lip between his teeth again. You tilted your head back, a cry sounding throughout the room while Elijah had freed you, trailing his lips down your neck and to your chest. His mouth latched onto your right nipple, your hand coming up from his shoulder to the back of his head. You ran your fingers through his soft hair and aided him in moving back and forth from each breast.

While keeping the same rhythm, you shoved Elijah backwards and planted one hand on his chest. The other sat on his thigh. He groaned at the sudden change in position but he had a full view of what was going on between your legs. Which ultimately turned him on more if that was even possible.

You bit your lip and moaned, your eyes closed softly and wiping hair out of your face when it fell. Your toes curled, the ache returning and for some reason you couldn't hold it off much longer. But you didn't think about that, you wanted to make Elijah feel good on his special day and you figured you were doing just that when he grabbed your hips and played with the flesh beneath his fingers.

"Elijah-" You whimpered down at him, your smokey eyes showing nothing but lust for him. His thumbs pressed into your hip bones, inching closer and closer to your clit. "Elijah-" You chanted again. He knew where you wanted him and he wouldn't give it to you. "Please." You shuddered but Elijah refused.

Without another word, Elijah held you close, pulling you down onto his chest where you whimpered into him. Muffled sounds, heavy breathing, moaning. You dug your nails into his arms, holding onto him as he did you. You were thankful he assisted you by thrusting up at you, holding you down and doing work for himself.

You were tired and your head was foggy and clouded. You needed your release badly. Elijah couldn't get over how you felt, gripping him, wet, moaning his name. He grunted and you felt his muscles start to strain under your hands, Elijah was never really big on making noise but tonight was a whole different story because for some reason you had done something different and he was feeling good.

His grunts in your ear turned you on more, spurring you closer to your orgasm. Elijah kissed you, he wouldn't let you go until you finished but now you were lacking oxygen from the surprise kiss. You rolled your eyes into the back of your head and came above him. You shuddered and felt as if you'd fall apart, but his strong arms were holding you together. Elijah's orgasm came soon after, moaning into the kiss and then your hands started roaming as did his.

"Definitely the most intense." You whispered down to him. You refused to move, you felt warm and comfortable, also sore from the rhythm you moved at. And you didn't want to move. Not until Elijah rolled you over, straddling your waist and smiling down at you. "What?" You laughed with him.

"You forget its my birthday, I don't believe I'm finished with you quite yet. I'm getting used to celebrating." He kissed you once more before trailing his lips down your stomach and finishing you off for the rest of the night.

Killer Party

Requests: “Are requests open??? i have one where Elijah gets jealous and he gets into a fight with the reader's ex, or someone who is hitting on her, and then they have hot, angry sex! I'm dying for some Elijah smut!!!!!!!!!!”

Elijah didn’t like the idea of Y/N going to parties at night...especially in the streets of the French Quarter. Y/N knew the dangers that lurked in the streets at night yet still insisted to her boyfriend she go out and have fun. So Elijah sat, resting against her door frame watching her hook her fancy earrings in her ears and shimmy into her tight pants.

She knew that she was being stubborn and she knew Elijah was upset with her, they had already had their little disagreement earlier in the evening. This resulted with Finn watching over her in the shadows. And Y/N had no idea. He was doing Elijah a favor and Elijah knew out of all of his restless brothers, Finn was the most mature and qualified to watch his precious Y/N.

Finals

Requests: “Elijah smut: your studying for a chemistry test the next day and you try to get Elijah to let you procrastinate with sexy times he eventually caves😂 😉” (Credits to gif owners!)

Everyone hates finals week and that included you. You weren't a good test taker and you'd get lucky and pass through all of the hard work and stress. Especially if that meant finals week, you'd stress extra hard and give anything for a half hour break from studying which didn't really happen. If you didn't have Chemistry you'd be okay and you were also sure you could pass like normal, but the stress made your stomach sink like there were weights in it.

Usually Elijah would help you study, especially if it was History or a foreign language class. but you had finished those classes last semester. And he felt like there was no need for him to be around you and distract you. The concern he had for your grades was heartwarming but you really just needed him by your side to calm you down with his wisdom. Elijah really did always have the right things to say.

Held Back

Requests: “Okay, I cannot stress this enough. Elijah fucking Mikaelson, with toys, holding you down, and leaving bruises that may or may not be visible to the rest of the world tomorrow. Just, unf.” “Could you please do a smut for Elijah where the reader teases Elijah all day, including in front of his siblings, so after, he ties her up to the bed and fucks her as hard and leaves her there the next morning. Sorry this is really uncreative.” “Here me out, Elijah Mikaelson smut, just so much smut. Rough, bending you over, grabbing your hair, whispering dirty things in your ears, and leaving marks after marks after marks on you (whether it be from his mouth or from his hands). 😉😉”

The deafening silence in your bedroom was starting to bother you, it was also quite chilly. Your hands were tied behind your back and you were bent over the love seat that was next to your bed. You were completely held back and it was starting to bother you more that you couldn't stand without pushing yourself up. But it added to the arousal flooding between your legs. Your hair cast over your shoulder, acting as a curtain and you couldn't brush it out of the way to see what was coming for you.

You weren't afraid, or kidnapped, you were being punished. Elijah rarely punished you for teasing him. He was never really the show his dominance type of guy. But since you basically gave him a handjob under the dinner table in front of his family and distracted him while he was talking, he'd had enough and decided it was time to put you back in your place. And you had to admit that dominant Elijah was the hottest thing ever. He had already bruised and damaged your left ass cheek.

Under the Sheets

Requests: “Hi! Can you pls do an imagine where Elijah or klaus finds the reader masturbating and they get all mad because they want to make the reader feel good so they show her how. You can add anything u want! Thanks!!!”

A deep rumble sounded from your doorway which scared you out of your wits when you looked up, then you realized you had been caught. Elijah stood there with his legs crossed and his hands in his pockets. His curiousity spiraled out of control when he had heard your cries from across the hall. Come to find out, you were thinking of him while getting off but you knew your hands wouldn't do as much good as his rough fingers would.

When Elijah heard you moan his name, he had enough and just had to open your door to find you sprawled out on your mattress and pillows with your hand between your spread legs and your arousal was choking him. The smell was drawing him in and he needed more. The original figured he could help you, until he realized he was a little upset. If you had felt that way about him for the longest time, why hadn't you told him? Elijah had to stop this, he had to take control and show you what he could do and how he could do so much better than your own fingers.

Self Control

Requests: “Can you write one where Elijah and (y/n) have this kind of fuck buddy relationship where instead of fucking Elijah drinks from her to control himself and at one point he gets really angry so when he calls her he drinks from her but also fucks her??? Maybe even drinks while fucking???” Changed it up a little! Hope it’s still good!

It was that time again to say goodbye to your friends from your hangout on a Friday night, they had dropped you off at your house and screamed out the windows of the car since they were hyped up from bowling and eating, drinking and doing all sorts of stupid things. You paid no attention to the fact your front door was already unlocked and that your bedroom light was on. You smiled to yourself and pranced down the hallway to your bedroom, tossing your bag to your bed and turning around to head to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

That is until you were chest to chest with Elijah, a very angry Elijah at that. "Y/N." He said sternly. You looked at the floor, scared was an understatement. You'd met Elijah in a bad situation, he was...hurting somebody behind a run down building. You offered yourself instead. But offering yourself meant giving him your blood anytime he wanted, Elijah often promised he normally wasn't like this. Lately he was frustrated and he would need to feed in order to control himself or else he would kill anybody in sight. You believed him, but that wouldn't change the fact that you were still petrified of him.

Scent

Requests: “I really enjoyed the heat fic with Kol & the werewolf. Can I request a version of that with Elijah??” “ELIJAH SMUT PLZ PLZ PLZ” “Please more elijah , this break has me missing him so bad!!!” “PLEASEEEE SOME ELIJAH SMUT!!!” 

Sneaking around with your best friend's brother was the most risky thing you had ever done before in your life. Klaus would kill you if he found out you were with Elijah and had kept your relationship a secret for a whole year. He would probably kill all of you which was why Elijah thought it was best not to tell him. You were a werewolf, he was an original vampire. There were so many things that didn't work.

But you couldn't deny that you loved Elijah more than anything and he felt the exact same way about you. Especially since you had always been a close friend to his family since forever. He was always there when you needed him. Like now, when you were in heat and all hot and bothered over the stupidest things. Even Elijah's cologne could put you in that mood.

Idea

Requests: “A request Elijah let's his s/o let's her sit on his face for the first time? I love your blog!! ❤” “Please more elijah this break is killing me 😭” “Omg Elijah smut PLZZZZ” “Hi I was wondering if you could do a klaus or Elijah smut please it feels like forever since you've done one.🙂” 

"Are you sure, Elijah?" You pulled your tank top over your head and kicked your shorts off of your legs. Elijah grinned and sat against the headboard of your shared bed. "I mean its just really weird. Like sitting on peoples' faces." You shrugged but Elijah shook his head. Of course he'd try to change your opinion. He was a Mikaelson and that always made him a determined vampire.

But that was why you loved him. He broadened your horizons, made you see things in a new light. Elijah was your rock and you trusted him with your life, which was why you agreed to try and sit on his face. It was later revealed that he had always wanted to suggest the idea to you but was too afraid you might turn it down, after all he knew what your negative opinion on it was. "Of course I'm sure, my love." His eyes were hooded but you crawled over his body and pecked his lips.

Sex With Elijah Would Include

Requests: “Can you do a sex with Elijah would include? And a Klaus one as well?”

Sex with Elijah would include: 

To The Rescue

Requests: “craving something with elijah tbh ♥️” “more Elijah 😍 Pleaseeeeeee” “Elijah is yummy do more elijah” “ MORE ELIJAH SMUT PLZZZZZ “ “ELIJAH SMUT PLEASE I’M DYING HERE”

You held your stomach where your wound was bleeding through your shirt. You sniffled and whimpered but Aurora wasn’t having any of it. “Stop whining you little wench. Life hurts.” She batted her eyelashes down at you, her gun held in her hand and pointed toward the floor.

You weakly wiped your eyes and looked up at her. “I’ve never tried to hurt you before-” You shook your head. “Why are you doing this to me?” Aurora crouched down before you but you were too weak to move. “P-please.”

Hand Cuffs

Requests: “could you make an Elijah smut where you dominate him?👅”

"Oh my-" You gasped when you walked into your kitchen to find Elijah laid out all kinds of snacks on the table. "Only you know the way to my heart, Elijah." You kissed him excitedly.

Elijah laughed and hugged you before you completely deserted him for the snacks. Doritos and Hershey Kisses, Dr. Pepper and chocolate boxes lined the table neatly. "I had an inkling this would win you over."

Surprise Surprise

Requests: “Could you possibly write a Elijah imagine?? Like he's visiting you at the mystic grill where you work and surprises you with sex after everyone leaves??”

Elijah entered through the door to find you wiping down the bar. Your shift ended late and there was nobody inside. He looked disappointed when he locked eyes with you. 

“I’m sorry Elijah, but work got in the way as usual.” You sighed and scrubbed at the counter top. Elijah sat gracefully on the bar stool with his arm resting across the counter.

My Turn

Requests: “Could you do an imagine with Elijah where he decides to treat you to dinner and a shopping trip and he is being polite and how he is, but when they get home, he decides that he should get his fun. Rough sex😊”

“Can we go shopping next?” You asked Elijah as he paid for your dinner. Elijah hummed and locked his arm with yours, guiding you out of the restaurant and back into the mall where people passed by you to get to other stores.

“What might it be this time that you’ve got your eyes on?” He asked you with a small smile. You beamed up at him in return. 

Christmas Jealousy

Requests: “Request - choosing between Elijah and Klaus on who to kiss under the mistletoe at one of their fancy balls. End up kissing Klaus but jealous sex ensues with Elijah after words” 

“You look like you’re having a great time.” Klaus said from beside you. You sighed and sipped your champagne, looking over the balcony to people dancing and eating. “Is there something wrong, Love?” 

Was there anything really wrong? How about being promised a night of fun and dancing, and you weren’t a dancer or party person? “I don’t dance, well I can’t dance. The only thing I’m good for is drinking all of your expensive champagne and sitting here to watch.” 

Little Flirt

Requests: “Could you do a fic of Elijah getting jealous of you flirting with Marcel and takes you home where angry sex ensues??? (Love your blog btw)”

“It must be nice to get away for a while.” Marcel sat next to you, running his hands over the counter. You sighed. “I take it Elijah left you again?” You nodded.

You wrapped your arms around yourself. “I think he’s lost interest. I told him I loved him and he kind of pushed me away.” You were so embarrassed to think a thousand year old man could love you the way you loved him. 

Punching Bag

Requests: “inspired on ep 4 of TO season 3 please write elijah coming back at the gym with casual clothes sweaty hard and ready to fuck his girl and you just love this side of elijah.”

The front door clicked shut and it came to Y/N’s senses that Elijah had returned from the gym. “Elijah?” She called and flipped through her book on the sofa. When she looked up, Elijah was resting on the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest. Her eyes widened, never had she ever saw Elijah dressed in a sloppy manner, not in their year and a half of dating. 

She put her book down and drank him in. He was wearing a green short with the sleeves ripped off, he was covered in a thin layer of sweat and sweatpants hung loosely off of his waist. Yet his hair managed to stay perfectly combed, Y/N wanted nothing more than to run her fingers through his hair and mess it up just as the rest of his body was messy.