Imagine: Wearing Kol’s shirt around the house, turning him on and he can’t help but fuck you. (Requested ~smut~)
“Hey Kol, can I borrow a shirt?”You batted your eyelashes at your boyfriend, hoping he could spare you an article of clothing. Kol seemed to mimic you, batting his lashes back at you. What had happened was kind of childish, but Kol had sprayed you with water and you were sopping wet from head to toe. It was quite funny, seeing Kol snicker like a child as you froze. He did hand you a towel, but you couldn’t take the wet clothes clinging to your skin any longer.
Imagine: You and Kol having a mutual hate relationship even though you are friends with his family, one night you argue and he kisses you to shut you up. (Requested ~Smut~)
“Y/N come in, you look stunning.” Klaus welcomed you into his home, grabbing your hand in his and politely helping you inside. You blushed, looking down at your attire. A baby blue dress that stopped mid thigh and a pair of matching sandals, your toenails painted a deep Crimson. Maybe it wasn’t the wisest decision to wear such an outfit with Vampires in the room but the Mikaelsons were your best friends.