U - Underwear

Song: Flesh - Simon Curtis

Warning: Smut, Swearing

Updated: 3rd September 2013 - 14:48

Underwear
1 - A nuisensical device designed to abate the process of dressing and undressing.
2 - Under garments with unnecessary and mind-boggling fasteners and straps that act as puzzling impediments.
 

Incident 1: Niklaus Mikaelson

Only the light from a couple of wall lamps gave off an amber glow to the closed off study they were in. Niklaus sat there, in the leather desk chair, bourbon in hand, waiting patiently for her to make a move. Crawling over on all fours, Peyton stopped at his feet, her shorts missing and her top partially unzipped at the front. He gestured for her to come closer and she could only comply. Getting onto his lap, she began nibbling at his ear.

He let his hand run though her hair before taking a fist of it and pulling her head back. The thought of his control made him smile.

She’s been parading herself under his nose for the past month. He was in the right mind to have of done her right there. At the Grill, at the town square, on his lawn? All’s well and ends well, he supposed. He had her where he wanted now, or at least he would in no less than 2 minutes time when she’d have her legs apart.

Heaving her up, he placed her back against the wall. He was in no mood to give her options when he thrust his tongue into her mouth and ripped the front of her top open simultaneously. The neon orange garment dropped around her elbows and her breasts were now only secured by the trippy print bra she was wearing.

He hated underwear. It was way more complicated that it had to be, and most of all, it was a pain to untangle and undo.

Forgetting trying to reason with the awkward article, he pulled the fabric down to release her right breast out of its confinement. He made his way roughly to the erect nipple and tugged on her panties with the other hand, her whines tempting him to hurry to draw out the process on purpose.

Finally getting her troublesome matching panties off, he lifted her back up, pressing her hot back against the cold wall for support. He didn’t care for protection - They didn't exactly need it, but even if they did, he still wouldn't bother with it. Hosting her left thigh up, he forcefully against her entrance. A gruff moan escaped his mouth upon filling her. Freshly painted nails dug into his back, deeper with each thrust. It wasn’t long before he was pounding her and pulling on her fiery mane.

In return, she was moaning into the crook of his neck, nipping every so often in an attempt to suppress screams of pleasure. She was trying get through the waves euphoria that were building, trying to ignore the wetness running down her legs. She could tell he was close too by his jagged breathing and quickened pace.

Unexpectedly, he pulled her away from the wall and practically threw her on the floor. He deepened his push, making her moan louder. “You’re going to scream my name.” He growled into her ear, roughly licking her collar bone on the way down to her breast. He was right, she did want to scream his name. And anytime soon, she would fulfil her own wish.

He knelt up and flipped her onto her stomach. His hands ran over her ass and down her thighs, his nails scraping her skin as he brought his hands back up. Taking a hold of her hip with one hand, the other snaked up the curve of her back, stopping at her shoulder only to pull her up and take her by her neck. "Ni-Nik---" Revelling in the whimpers, he plunged deeper and deeper, attempting to accomplish his own desires. And it was working. The familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach was welling up.

The whimpering soon turned to broken mewling as he tightened his grip around her throat, his other hand reaching around and massaging her bouncing breasts. Her being so vocal turned him on; he liked knowing he was in control, especially with her.

As he slammed back and forth into her, Peyton's nails dug into his thighs. He was on the brink of releasing when the redhead trembled and let out a hitched moan, her body constricting around his throbbing member. Abruptly, he felt all of his own muscle contract then relax. Spilling his seed deep into her, a throaty groan escaped him. Huffing, he gave one final thrust and waited a couple of seconds before pulling out and standing up.


 

Incident 2: Kol Mikaelson


“I’ll go and get us some drinks.” Kol told and Liliana smiled as she took on the stairs. Her skirt flailed and the flash of her white suspenders didn’t go unnoticed by the host.

Sometime later and she heard her Kol crossing the landing, the sound of glasses clinking as he took them in one hand and opened the white bedroom door. The sight that greeted her was not an expected one. His shirt was open, showing slightly defined abs and those hip lines that drove her crazy.

"Anyone would think you've never seen a guys body before." He played, earning a scoff from the female sitting on one of the cushioned chairs either side of a small table at the far end of the bedroom.  

He looked at her as if he was innocent and she tried to shake the thoughts out of her mind. “Are we going to get down to the issue at ha---” Sudden hot breath on her ear made shivers run down her spine.

Now standing behind her, his strong hands running over her shoulders and down her arms, the youngest Mikaelson son smirked as he nipped at her neck. “I’ll work on those shirt buttons.”

She was getting drawn into the pleasure but regained herself and shrugged him off. “Just stop, we’re supposed to be figu---” She stood up and turned to scold him, but he had other plans.

Taking her wrists and holding them the by his shoulders, he made sure she had no way of escape before pushing his lips to hers. Liliana struggled but to no avail. His trademark smirk graced his lips as he pushed her until the back of her legs hit the bed frame. “How about you stop being a tease?" He looked down at the blank expression on her face.

She had to admit, that body was tempting. Maybe she should have some fun?

Kicking off her heels, the blonde spun her company around and threw him down onto the silver silk sheets. Straddling the man, Liliana held his arms down with her knees as she slowly brought her hands up to her chest. Running her fingertips over her sheer cream blouse, the female smiled down at her captive. She had barely managed to undo the top button when the positions were flipped.

Laying amongst the plush sheets with her hands pinned above her head with only one hand, Kol cocked his head and briefly shrugged his shoulders with a grin. "Come on, Darling. It's not nice to play around like that." With his free hand, he ripped the front of the shirt clean off to reveal the intricate black and cream lace bodice the woman was wearing. Nodding approvingly, Kol ducked his head down and took the strap of the contraption with his teeth, pulling the string down her arm slowly as his hand snuck under the black pencil skirt she was wearing. Releasing Liliana's hands, he was now free to trace her figure - along her collarbones, over her generous breasts, around her hips and down to the thigh split of her skirt. With a sharp tug, the fabric teared and fell flat onto the bed, leaving the blonde in just the surprisingly kinky sheer underwear.

Taking matters into her own hands, literally, Liliana let her nails trail over the broad chest above her. Kol took a sharp intake of breath and let his eyes flutter close as she moved lower.

“You think you’re going to get it that easily?” Liliana giggled, making him frown. She licked her lips seductively and gestured for him to come closer.

Her tongue trailed his lower lip as she asked for entrance, and the only thing he could do with his raging urge was comply. Her hands trailed over his torso and down his thighs. She wanted him more and more, and it was all her own fault. “What are you waiting for then?” Liliana smirked.

Kol got off her hastily, flouncing around on the mattress as he ripped off his belt and then fought off his pants.

Liliana inwardly laughed to herself at his eagerness. “Lie down.” She ordered him and knelt up.

He had led down with anticipation. Liliana took in the sight of his body before getting on all fours and crawling up over him. Nipping at his ear, down his neck, then suddenly trailing her hot tongue down his chest and stomach, keeping her eyes locked on his the entire time.

She bit her lip seductively as she played with the waistband of his underwear. She could tell he was ready for whatever she was about to give out. She stroked the erection through the cloth and he let out a groan.

Releasing his hard member from confinement, she ran a finger along its length. Kol bit back the urge to violate to her. He had to at least try to be patient. Instead, he gripped her hips, pulling her down closer to him. Her perfume, her pulse speeding up, and even the scent of her getting wetter, engulfed him.

Liliana stopped abruptly and sat up. Her hand gripped his jaw as she rolled her hips and a smirk tugged at her lips. “You’ll have to work harder.” Liliana matter of facted.

“I will.” Kol yanked the front of the basque, causing the woman's breast to spill out. "But first...This has to go." He pulled some more, but the woman went with it. "What the..." He tugged at the suspender straps and the nude stockings laddered all the way down to the knee.

"Are you kidding me?" Liliana blinked at the man beneath her.

A perplexed expression forced itself on the Original's face. "Who would wear stuff like this?"

"What man that's been around for so long wouldn't know how to undo it properly?"

"This is my fault?"

"Ye---" Before the blonde could finish, Kol had grabbed the top of either cup and exerted brute force on the article that had tested him - Just like that, the expensive item dropped off the woman looking horrified.

And that is how Thursday afternoon turned into an evening of breaking furniture.