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Would you be open to writing a fic about Klaus having grown up within his pack with his father his whole life and when he comes of age he meets his mate.
He’s devoted to her, completely obsessed and he shows it at school all the time, weirding everyone else out except her, his mate loves it. She loves his attention and affection and though she has no idea why, she can’t get over how devoted and loving he is. When he’s a wolf on the full moons he visits her and spends the whole time just grooming her and loving her thoroughly.
I would love to see him fuck her in his wolf form and the next day when he sees her at school he can’t help but pounce on her, kissing her and touching her all over which eventually gets them both yelled at by a teacher for the PDA in the hallway before Klaus drags her home with him and loves on her all over again?
I’m desperate to read this and I desperately needed either you or the other really good Klaus writer on this app to do it (klaus’littlestwolf I think?). You and her are both just such amazing writers for Klaus and I think you always come up with such awesome/fucked up ideas that we all love reading so much! I really hope I get to read what you come up with for this if you’re willing to do it?
Meant To Be
Wolf!Smut and regular smut included!
Summary: Klaus has been caring for his mate long before his wolf could actually tell him. Once she realises the wolf that visits her each month is her best friend, she begins to give into his touch, and accept his love.
Klaus knew she was his mate long before his 18th birthday. Her scent had drawn him to her since the first day of high school and he’d been following her around since.
Being a werewolf, and having unlocked his curse when he was young due to an accident, he was at an advantage. It meant he was well known around school as a football player, lacrosse and any other sports that helped him get his energy out so he didn’t end up starting fights.
It was due to this, that he got so many girl’s attention. Y/N’s too. She’d seen him out on the field when he was trying out in freshman year. He’d felt her eyes on him and immediately knew.
Now he was a senior and knew it was time to finally claim her as his mate.
He’d been leaving her things for years. Little notes and drawings in her locker. Teddy bears and chocolate each year on valentines. Candles and new clothes on her birthday. She didn’t know how he had a key to her locker, but she knew it had to be Klaus.
But Y/N was very focused on her studies and has said she was never been interested in a relationship. So instead, Klaus had become her best friend.
However, Klaus could smell how attracted she was to him, hear her heart race and feel her hands on his shoulders at each school dance. He knew she loved his attention, that she could feel the same connection but didn’t know why.
His wolf came to sit outside her house each full moon, running away when she came out to see what all the noise was about.
But on that particular full moon, he couldn’t stop scratching at her door. She pulled the door open, blinking in surprise at the wolf outside.
Y/N didn’t know Klaus was a werewolf, or that werewolves existed. But she let him inside, thinking that maybe he was an injured wolf.
From that full moon he would be snuggled up in her bed, licking her skin clean for hours. Y/N became used to it, her body enjoying the feel of her mate looking after her. She’d rest against his fur, stroking him gently whilst he nuzzled her.
It was in his wolf form that he’d first seen her body. She wasn’t so shy around his wolf, she didn’t realise it was Klaus. His ears went back, eyes glowing when she came out of the shower, drying her body before letting the towel hit the floor. He barked, jumping down and circling her bare legs. Y/N just laughed and pet his fur, leaning down to smooth him but giving him the opportunity to lick her chest. She gasped when his tongue slid across her nipple.
“Naughty boy.” She giggled, straightening up and opening her drawer full of pajamas. Klaus came up behind her, snout eagerly pushing against her ass, between the backs of her thighs. Y/N squealed and turned around quickly, eyes wide and amused as she tugged her pajamas on.
Klaus only huffed and jumped up beside her on her bed. Y/N giggled when he tried to groom her again, pushing his head off playfully. “I just showered!” She laughed, whining when he kept licking.
At school, she didn’t mention her monthly encounters with a wolf. No, she just continued to be her bubbly self, helping him with his homework and being practically snuggled up against him at lunch.
Klaus had began scenting her, making sure any other wolves knew she was claimed. Even Y/N didn’t realise it herself.
But one day, he’s mentioned something. Made a teasing joke about a specific pair of pajamas she owned but nobody had ever seen them, except for her wolf visitor. Klaus hadn’t realised his little slip up, and he didn’t realise that was why she would be a little shyer around his wolf.
Her hands still pet him, and she still let him groom her, but she was careful not to undress around him. And before she slept, she’d look into his eyes, curious and wondering. The day after each full moon, she’d be a little off, more giggly and skittish around him. Klaus found it cute, he’d give her half his lunch and pretend to need her help on another assignment until she returned to her normal self.
But one full moon, as he approached her house, he could smell her. His mouth watered and his tongue hung from his mouth in a pant as he whined at her front door loudly. He heard her drop something before running down the stairs and opening the doors. Her face was red and hot, her clothes messily pulled on. Klaus pushed his way in, his muzzle between her thighs at an instant.
Y/N yelped but he could taste how wet she was through the fabric. His wolf wouldn’t let up, he was licking at the fabric, chasing her up the stairs when she squealed and ran away.
He growled faintly at the sight of a vibrator on her floor, still dripping with her juices.
“Oh god-“ Y/N cursed, quickly kneeling down to grab it but Klaus had it in his mouth, licking it clean. His wolf went haywire at the taste, jumping straight at her. Y/N let out a surprised yell when she toppled over. She whined when his wolf humped desperately at her, trying to grab ahold of her with his front legs.
Eventually, she got out from under him and climbed back onto her bed. Klaus took it as an invitation, his muzzle pushing back between her thighs.
“Gods…” she whined, hesitantly pulling the pants off and squealing when his cold nose pressed directly to her cunt. Klaus felt as though he were starving, his tongue lapping her up eagerly. Her clit was already so swollen from her toy, her hole already slightly stretched by her fingers making him curl his tongue up into her.
Her fingers tugged his fur gently, her legs shakily opening more for him. He growled softly against her, encouraging her hips to move against him. Klaus glanced up, seeing her breathing tremble as she began to ride his wolf’s face.
“Yes…” she breathed, her fingers curling into his fur tightly. He nuzzled closer, watching her moan and squirm even more. “Oh-“ she arched, hips bucking, “yes, yes!” She cried as she came against his snout. Klaus felt his hips thrust against the air again as he cleaned her up.
Y/N trembled lightly, her hands releasing him and digging into her sheets instead. Klaus barked quietly, nudging her with his nose until she was how he wanted her.
Y/N gasped when his wolf climbed onto her, from behind. “Oh no…” she breathed but her back only arched in, her ass sticking out encouraging his claws to dig into her hips as he got a grip on her. “Klaus!” She whimpered when he thrust into her, his wolf cock bigger than her fingers or her toy. His ears shot up at the sound of his name. But he assumed she didn’t actually know it was him, but perhaps was fantasising which made his wolf happy. His hips thrust erratically, his wolf desperate to fill his mate up.
“Oh fuck-“ she squealed, her hips pushing back against his paws as he fucked her quickly. She let out one last cry before she came, causing his wolf to follow shortly after.
She panted softly, slowly relaxing against her bed before glancing over her shoulder and groaning. “Oh gods…are you stuck like that?” She whimpered, reaching between her legs to try and pull him out but finding him locked inside her. Klaus licked her back gently, trying to calm her down as she continued to whimper with anxiety, trying to get him out.
Klaus laid on top of her, nipping her wrist gently to tell her to stop tugging. Eventually, she gave in and stayed down. His wolf nuzzled her quietly, his fur keeping her warm as she slept.
As the sun began to rise, Klaus could feel his wolf getting ready to turn back. So carefully, he crawled off her and tugged her blankets up with his teeth before running back out into the woods like every other full moon.
Y/N woke in a slight haze. Her hands pushing the covers back and finding the claw marks across her hips and thighs making her skin flush red.
At school she was nervous to see him, scared for what this meant and also a little embarrassed for the circumstances they’d happened.
But she didn’t even see him before he was pulling her across the hall, pushing her up against the lockers and kissing her deeply. Y/N moaned in surprise, her hands shaky when the backs of her thighs were lifted to go around his waist. Wolf whistles from fellow students rang through her ears as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, his hips thrusting up instinctively.
“Mr Mikaelson!” A voice yelled and hesitantly, his mouth left hers, his head turning to see his coach stood with his arms folded. “That energy is supposed to be used on the field! Not in the hall!”
Klaus let her down slowly, apologising quietly to the teacher and then quickly pulling her along the hall with him.
“Klaus-“ she squealed, her feet stumbling to keep up causing him to grab her, lifting her up into his grasp as he pushed the cleaners cupboard open and stepped inside with her. The room was little and dark but Klaus knew it would do.
“Fuck, love!” He breathed, kissing her mouth again before pulling her down onto the floor.
“It’s dirty-“ she gasped but he just dragged letterman jacket off and laid her down against it.
“You were such a good girl last night.” He mumbled, kissing down her neck whilst unzipping her dress and tugging it off.
“Klaus, we have class-“ she tried but her thoughts were cut off when his fingers stroked up her folds.
“Still wet” he moaned, pushing one finger in and fucking her with it slowly. “You liked that didn’t you?” He whispered, nipping her neck. “Feeling my tongue, getting my knot-“ he groaned and tugged his pants open, pushing his cock into her eagerly.
“Klaus!” She moaned, her back arching as he thrust his cock into her quickly.
“Shh” he cupped her face. “You can take it, see?” Klaus rolled his hips slower than the previous night, attempting to convey more affection than the frenzied pace he’d had last night.
“God…” she whimpered, looking up at him desperately. Klaus leaned down to kiss her again, claiming her mouth with his and squeezing her hips in the same place his claws had marked her.
“Gonna take you back to my place-“ he thrust particularly hard, watching the air get knocked out of her. “Bend you over every surface-“ his hips bucked again making her cry out. “Knot you over- and over-“ his eyes shined gold, her thighs shook around him and he reached down to tease her clit. “Gonna be swollen with my babies before graduation.” He panted, clamping his other hand over her mouth as she came.
Y/N was a puddle on the floor as he pulled out and leant down between her thighs to clean her up.
A loud knock came at the door.
“Mr Mikaelson. If you and whichever girl you’ve taken in there don’t get out in by the time I count to five, you’ll be removed from the team and neither of you will be able to graduate!” The principal yelled and while Klaus didn’t really care about graduating, he knew Y/N did.
So he quickly got her dress on her, his pants up and pushed the door open. Y/N’s face was bright red and scared as she glanced at the principle and the other teacher beside him.
“Y/N?” He questioned, pure shock on his face at the schools star pupil being the girl in the cupboard with a football player.
“I’m so sorry.” She whimpered and the man sighed, putting his head in his hands. Klaus caressed her side gently, feeling a little bad for the humiliating situation he’d put them in.
“Look, you’re good kids.” The principal cleared his throat, looking between them both. “So get to class and never let me find either of you like this again.”
Klaus and Y/N practically flew out of the hall.
“Shh, I’m sorry” he mumbled, getting her outside, the air cooling her heated skin. “I couldn’t help myself.” Klaus whispered, kissing her cheek gently.
As embarrassed as Y/N was, she wasn’t angry at him. “It’s okay…” she breathed, looking up at him a little nervously. Klaus smiled, cupping her face and kissing her gently. “I didn’t really think you were the wolf…” she muttered, still a little embarrassed about it. “Not until last night.”
“I should’ve told you.” He mumbled, nuzzling her gently. “But you always said you didn’t want a relationship,” he sighed and she smiled.
“I just said that ‘cuz I was worried you’d try set me up with one of your buddies.” She giggled and he groaned.
“I’d never!” He scoffed, pulling her closed until her body was back against his.
“You set up Caroline with Tyler and I was just worried when you asked that-“
“Never.” he repeated, kissing her mouth again. “Now please, please skip just this one day of school with me.” He begged, unable to let her walk away when he’d only just began the mating ritual for his wolf.
Y/N nodded, wrapping her arms round his neck with a sigh of relief. “Yeah…just this once.” She mumbled and he nodded back, lifting her up effortlessly and carrying her to his car.
“In the back-“ he panted, tugging his pants back open as she moaned and climbed in. “Good girl, fuck” he groaned, seeing her ass presented to him, the skirt of her dress lifted up. Klaus kissed her cheeks softly before lining his cock up with her entrance and thrusting into her quickly, unable to keep himself gentle when his wolf was so vocal in his body and mind.
“Oh Klaus!” She cried, arching as much as she could and feeling him deep inside her.
“Seein’ that stupid toy in your room-“ he groaned, the clap of their skin meeting loud as the car shook with them. “Fuck- couldn’t believe you’d never just fuckin’ asked me to help you!” He groaned, his claws extending against her skin. “Gonna fuck you every day- every night-“ he moaned, his cock leaking inside her before he could even realise how close he was.
Y/N just kept moaning, her body shaking as he reached round to stroke her clit. “Mmh…” she whimpered and he kept thrusting through his orgasm, getting her there shortly after and smiling lazily at the sight if her pussy dripping round his cock.
“Good girl.” He whispered, stroking her ass gently as he pulled out. He kissed her face, laying her down carefully. “I’ll drive slow, okay?” He mumbled, caressing her head as she nodded drowsily.
He pulled up to his families estate and carried her up to his room. Y/N looked around admiring the art and awards up on his shelves. She smiled at his head gear and he hummed.
“I’ve seen you at a few games.” He smiled, “even though you have no idea how football works.” He teased and she giggled.
“Well I wanted to support you.” She murmured and a hummed.
“Mmh, because I’m your best friend?” He whispered, his tone amused as he got closer to her lips.
“Uhuh” she breathed, pressing her mouth to his and squealing when he lifted her onto his bed.
“Now, spread those legs, love. My wolf needs you.” He purred and she moaned, her thighs parting quickly for him to move between.
By the end of the week she was attached to his hip. Klaus managed to have their timetables changed so he was in all her classes. She attended every one of his sports events, her seat always reserved and one of his jerseys engulfing her. And every time, without fail, he’d win them the game and have her under the bleachers once everyone had gone home.
Under them, on them, on the pitch, in the classrooms, his house, her house; it was non stop.
And then the full moon would come around and his wolf would get her all to himself again.
Y/N loved being with Klaus. He gave her everything she could ever need and everything she never even knew she wanted. She never had to carry her own school bag again, never had to do anything again if she didn’t want.
Especially not when Klaus realised she was pregnant, his eyes zeroing in her stomach when he was trying to fall asleep to the sound of her heartbeat, only to hear two.
His hands came down to rest on her belly and he snuggled her closer, knowing he had the perfect mate.
could you please do a one shot where the reader is klaus's best friend who hes secretly in love with and shes going on a date but klaus warns her because she met the guy on an app
then she gets stood up on a date and klaus shows up because he always shows up for her the only man she can rely on
Unexpected Outcomes
Summary: After pining after Klaus for the last however many years, I try to move on. When things go wrong, Klaus is once again the one to patch everything up. He’s always been the one.
Klaus hadn’t been particularly enthusiastic about me joining a dating app, in fact he’d actually deleted it from my phone twice. But I was getting lonely.
Hayley was with Elijah, Rebekah was with Marcel, even Kol was with Davina. After waiting around for Klaus to like me back for years, I decided to move on.
Hayley and Rebekah had been telling me for ages to get over him, so I was trying. But it didn’t help when he was rolling his eyes and disapproving of every man I swiped.
“Well who am I supposed to date then?” I snapped, turning to look at him. I hoped he might say him, but he didn’t. He just scoffed.
So I kept swiping and eventually, one of them stuck.
“Can you just help me zip it up?” I sighed, watching Klaus through the mirror as he glared at me.
“Fine.” He muttered, standing up from my bed and pulling the zip up. I looked at myself in the mirror, it was just a black dress. But I was stressed. Was it too much? Not enough? “You look perfect.” Klaus’s hands came to rest on my hips and his chest pressed to my back, his head just above mine in the frame.
For a second, it looked like we were together, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen.
“Thank you.” I smiled, turning to face him. “I shouldn’t be long.”
“I hope not.” His eyes narrowed. “Do not go home with someone you’ve met online.” He warned, again. “And if you get there, and he isn’t who he says he is-“
“I’ll call you, okay?” I huffed and he sighed. “It’s just a date.”
That’s what I told myself the whole way there.
I arrived early, sat down at the table the guy had called to reserved and waited. I waited half an hour after the time we agreed, and text him twice to see where he was. When I checked the app again, I’d been blocked.
My face was hot and my eyes stung from the embarrassment. I wasn’t sure if it was more humiliating if I got up to leave, or if I continued to wait knowing he wasn’t coming.
Eventually, I started to get up, but when I looked to the door, Klaus was on his way in. He’d changed from his jeans and henley to a suit and walked straight to me.
“Klaus, what’re you doing here?” I asked and he pulled me to a small hug before kissing my forehead.
“I’m doing what that fool should be doing.” He whispered, his hand leading me back to my seat at the table. “Forgive me, for being late. I was waiting outside but I hoped he’d at least show.”
“You were waiting?” I frowned and he nodded.
“To drive you home.”
I stared back at him, quiet for a minute.
“Klaus, you don’t have to be here because you feel bad for me.” I told him, feeling my cheeks get even warmer. But I didn’t want his pity, I’d waited too long for him to only be here out of pity.
“No, of course not.” His lips pulled into a frown and his hand reached to rest over mine. “I’m here because I should’ve asked you on this date years before you could have even thought about a bloody app.”
“Why didn’t you ever ask?” I asked and his eyes darted away for a second.
“I don’t know.” He admitted and I smiled faintly because, I hadn’t ever said anything either so I suppose it was both our faults. “But I’m here now.”
He’d always been here for me. Even if it wasn’t quite the way I’d wanted him to be.
“You are.” I smiled at him and he handed me the menu.
We didn’t rush, he encouraged me to choose three courses rather than just a main and I let him surprise me with the dessert.
The drive home was quiet, my hand in his while he turned the wheel. We sat in the car for a moment, just parked outside.
“So…do we…” but I wasn’t really sure what I was even asking. Do we tell people? What do we say? What are we?
“We’ve been speculated by the family for the better part of a decade. It won’t do them harm if we keep this from them a little while longer.” His lips upturned and so did mine.
There was something exciting about letting the others assume and conspire. About being able to unfold our relationship without the pressures of the others and the heavy expectations that would be hung over us after such a long build up.
So, I leaned to him, kissing his lips softly like I’d dreamt of many times before we got out and walked inside.
I told them the date was awful, and Klaus had picked me up. Why was he in a suit? Because he was on a date of his own that also went poorly.
We fabricated events and pretended to date others whilst spending our time with each other.
This way, we didn’t have to rush.
We could build a relationship in our own time, the way we were always supposed to. Learn to love and rely on one another.
Every day I only realised more that I had always relied on him and I had always loved him.
“I’ve always loved you too.” Klaus had whispered back in the depths of night after he had slipped into my bed once the others were asleep.
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Summary: Y/N meets both brothers at separate times. Though the circumstances might be dangerous, they make the situation all the more exciting. She can’t help but indulge in her desires and let them handle her however pleases them both.
Y/N had met Elijah first, being friends with Elena meant she was down on the list of names for him to protect. And he did protect her, keeping her away from the wolves and advising her away from the Salvatores.
Y/N was sweet to him, more than the others, so Elijah spent some time with her. Specifically, some time on top of her.
The hotel room he’d been staying in, was quickly scattered with her clothes too. She’d admire his different ties, pulling them from his neck slowly and holding out her wrists.
“Good girl.” He’d whispered, wrapping his tie across her and tightening them carefully. His eyes glanced up to hers, smiling when she nodded.
Y/N acted as a release for him, physically and emotionally. She’d whimper softly, hands above her head as he rocked against her, his forehead against hers.
None of her friends knew, and Elijah enjoyed how shyly she behaved in front of them. How anxious she was that he would reveal the true nature of their relationship.
Of course when Klaus turned up and daggered Elijah, Y/N was forced to move on. It just so happened that Klaus was the next person who piqued her interest.
He’d found her in a classroom during senior prank night. When she said her name, he immediately recognised it from when his brother had mentioned her. Specifically, he’d said he needed to see her after having followed his wolf around for three days.
Klaus pulled her to him, studying her quietly and letting out a small hum. “Do your friends know how…close you and dear Elijah were?” He breathed and she flushed, a whimper already leaving her. “No, of course not.” He hummed, cupping her face and brushing his lips over hers. “How about, I keep your little secret, so long as you do a little something for me?” He offered and she accepted easily, too scared of her friends’ judgement.
So Klaus had to find Elena and lure her to the gym for him.
A few days later at Homecoming, he made his way over. Y/N blushed as soon as she spotted him, but moved nowhere as he reached to tilt her head back to look up at him.
“Tell me, love, are they planning something?” He asked her and Y/N hesitated. “Tell me the truth, or I’ll tell yours.”
“Mikael isn’t really dead.” She revealed and he caressed her face.
“I suspected as such. Good girl.” He praised, a smirk tugging at his lips when he smelt her arousal at the phrase. Klaus leaned closer, sliding both his hands down to her waist. As if instinctively, she rest her palms against his shoulders and let him lead her to dance.
He left upon one of his hybrids calling. But as soon as the plan had failed and Mikael was killed, Y/N was plucked from the crowd.
Klaus had her down an alleyway, hushing her whines and pulling her dress up. “Quiet, love, or your friends will hear.” He warned, impressed at how quickly she fell silent, her eyes watching as he knelt before her. Her legs trembled in anticipation as he lifted her by both thighs, bringing them over his shoulders making her back push against the wall to keep herself upright. “Good girl.” He murmured, licking his lips when he tugged her underwear aside and watched her pussy leak in response.
Her whimpers were quiet, breathing laboured as she tried desperately not to make too much sound as his tongue delved into her. He licked up to her clit, sucking it gently into his mouth making her squirm and cry out. Her hand immediately covering her mouth as she worried someone would hear, know what she was doing and who it was with.
Klaus took great pride in watching her struggle against herself as she came against his tongue. He held her up when her legs failed to hold her. His hands on her hips as she tugged her dress back down to cover her thighs.
“That, love.” He whispered, walking her home as she stumbled. “Was a reward, for telling me the truth. Do you understand?” He asked and she nodded quickly. Klaus smiled to himself as he walked her up the porch, watching her fumble with her keys to open the door.
Y/N hesitated, looking up at him for some sort of reassurance before nodding her head again. “Do you want to come in?” Her invitation came out shakily and Klaus grinned as he accepted. His foot went over the barrier and Y/N’s heart pattered away nervously.
But those nerves slipped was once she was in her bed. Klaus felt his brows shoot up when she obediently held out her wrists. Quietly, he undid his belt and looped it around her, pulling it tight and guiding her arms over her head.
“Good girl” he praised, never tiring of her body’s immediate reaction. Klaus pulled her clothes apart, his attention turning to her breasts as she lay stretched out across her bed. He laid between her legs, feeling them wrap around him instantly, expecting him to thrust into her but he didn’t.
Instead his mouth latched to her nipple, teasing and taunting each bud until she was a whining mess. Red and purple marks were sucked across the swells and teeth marks were pressed into her right breast.
Klaus hummed softly, his hand stroking up and down her abdomen, his fingers circling the swollen nipples each time. Y/N was still whimpering, wondering silently why he hadn’t fucked her yet.
“You getting tired, love?” He mused his thumb slowly teasing her clit whilst bed breathing slowed.
“Uhuh” she whined, arching again when he rubbed her.
“Mm, but you haven’t even cum yet.” He sighed, the sound almost disappointed which made her tense just slightly and hesitantly shift to sit up, her wrists still secured together but now in her lap. Klaus hummed, glancing down at her sore tits and swollen pussy. Her eyes were glassy as she looked at him, as if distressed by the mere thought of disappointing him.
His lips twitched and he untied her hands, guiding her to turn around and refastening her wrists back together behind her back. Her cheek pressed to the mattress and Klaus pulled her hips up.
“That’s a good girl, arch again.” He directed, his hand coming down to slap her ass when she did so. Y/N moaned, her pussy clenching before he had even pushed inside her.
Klaus smacked the head of his cock against her entrance until she was whining for his to put it in. Eventually, he thrust into her.
Y/N was a mess as he pound into her, hips clapping against her ass and fingers digging into her sides. Her hands tugged at the belt making him chuckle and thrust harder, watching her struggle to keep control over herself as her sounds got louder and her body trembled more.
“You ready, love?” Klaus questioned, his cock hitting just the right spot particularly hard. Y/N only cried out, encouraging his movements until her body was limp. Klaus let out a hum of satisfaction as he pulled out of her, cumming against her ass.
He was pleasantly surprised when she shuffled into his lap, snuggling close and thanking him. Klaus rest quietly, letting her nuzzle close and press her face into his neck. He slid his hands down her back and undid his belt, letting her hands free. He caressed the irritated skin of her wrists and brought them to his lips, kissing them gently.
“You’ll stay?” She asked, looking up at him sweetly, shyly. Klaus narrowed his eyes just slightly, his hand lifting to cup her cheek.
“Elijah found a little gem here didn’t he.” He murmured, leaning down to press his mouth to hers. Y/N moaned, moving to fully straddle his lap. Klaus explored her mouth with his whilst his hands lifted her hips, guiding her back down onto his cock. She was tired, that he knew but he could also feel her dripping and clenching around him. “Good girl, you can do it.” He whispered, a lazy smirk on his face when she nodded, rocking her hips with a whine.
“Mmh” she breathed and Klaus hummed, looking down at her and seeing her eyes already looking back at him. Klaus chuckled and kissed her head, lifting his hips to meet hers, watching her mouth fall open as he thrust into her just right.
Klaus laid her down once he was finished. He watched her curl into her blanket and close her eyes. “Do you have…” he mumbled, looking through her drawers before pulling out a pack of sensitive wipes to clean her up. As he put them back, he spotted a photo frame and pulled it out.
His brow raised at the sight of her and Elijah, led in the very same bed. He studied the photo, his brother half asleep and shirtless, a sleepy smile on his face. Y/N in a similar state, the sheets up around her body and her hair all fluffy.
“Did you love my brother?” He questioned and Y/N glanced up. Her eyes drifted to the photo and she sat up to see it properly.
“I don’t think so.” Her head shook, “but he was nice.” She smiled and Klaus hummed. “I liked him.” She concluded, taking the photo from him and putting it back into her drawer.
“Mm” Klaus hummed, moving to lay down beside her. He let out a small laugh when she immediately moved to press against him. “Needy little thing, aren’t you?”
“No…” she mumbled, her face in his chest. Klaus only smiled and stayed through the night.
Klaus became a frequent visitor as he grew more frustrated over trying to find Stefan and his family. Y/N would tell him whatever she knew and Klaus would reward her for her information.
When Klaus finally got his coffins back, and Elijah was awake. He knew things weren’t going to be a simple as he’d perhaps imagined.
Elijah had turned up to Y/N’s, climbing the stairs with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
“Klaus?” She called and Elijah frowned, pausing at the stop as she came out of her room. “I thought you weren’t coming till later.” She sounded slightly flustered as she quickly came round the corner, only to look confused and then relieved when she saw Elijah. “You’re back!” She smiled and Elijah let out a soft breath when she hugged him.
“You thought I was Niklaus?” He questioned, though he still hugged her back.
“Yeah, he’s been around a lot.” She mumbled and he frowned.
“To do what?” He asked and she just giggled. Elijah felt his face harden but she didn’t realise, instead he was tugged into her room.
“Look, do you like it?” She asked, showing him the painting to at Klaus had made now hung up on her wall. “It’s abstract.” She smiled but Elijah could make out the faint streaks of their bodies. Niklaus was talented at having hidden images in his art but Elijah knew this one was more obvious than most.
His attention was shifted when she tugged his tie, looking up at him curiously.
“You’ve been sleeping with him?” He asked though he already knew the answer. Y/N frowned, not understanding why he was disappointed.
“It’s nothing serious.” She whispered, releasing his tie and fiddling with her fingers. “I didn’t think you’d be mad. I thought we were just…casual.” Her shoulders shrugged and Elijah’s jaw ticked.
“I’m not a very ‘casual’ person.” He muttered and she nodded quietly. “I’ll be telling Niklaus that he isn’t to see you again.”
“No- he’ll tell everyone.” She whispered and Elijah frowned.
“Tell everyone what?”
“About us and about him.” She whined. “Please, I can’t. My friends will hate me, Damon would kill me!” Her eyes grew wet, her face pink as she stressed out. Elijah cupped her face, his brows picked together as he looked at her.
“Niklaus has been blackmailing you?” He questioned and she hesitated. “Has he been forcing you to sleep with him?” His tone was lower, eyes darker. Y/N shook her head, not really sure. Technically, he’d been blackmailing her for information but she had been more than willing when it came to her bed.
“No, no, I liked it.” She quickly corrected him and Elijah felt both relieved and frustrated.
“Okay.” He whispered, rubbing his hand down his face with a sigh. “Alright, I’ll speak with him later. You need to stay inside okay? Where it’s safe for the next couple of days.” He instructed, his fingers threading through her hair gently.
“Has something else happened?” Her head tilted and Elijah smiled softly at her.
“It’s going to.”
Upon returning home, Klaus and Elijah ended up in an extremely physical fight. Everything was smashed, both brothers were battered and painted in each other’s blood. All for them to end up sat with two cups of tea on the table.
“I’m not going to stop seeing her just because you think you have some sort of claim over her.” Klaus scoffed and Elijah glared from where he was sat, slumped in his chair with werewolf venom pulsing up his arm.
“You just want her for information.” Elijah muttered and Klaus rolled his eyes.
“And what if I’ve grown fond of her?” Klaus countered, having a silent stare of with Elijah until the suited brother stood, ignoring the pain.
“The Salvatores will be over soon. We should get ready.”
Klaus healed him before the dinner and left swiftly after the stampede of his siblings and mother.
He stepped into Y/N’s room, finding her already fast asleep in her bed. Klaus glanced at his painting on the wall before sitting in the edge of her bed, opening her drawer for the photo of her and Elijah.
“What’re you doing?” Her voice asked, sleepy and quiet. Klaus cleared his throat and put it back, turning to see her.
“Nothing, love.” He leaned down to kiss her cheek. He grunted when her hand went to his thigh, his crotch. “No, love. Just here to see you.” He mumbled, taking her hand and lying down beside her.
“You never done that before.” She mumbled with a yawn and he hummed, pulling her close and closing his eyes.
“Go back to sleep.” He sighed, taking solace in her warmth and clingy nature.
In the morning, he was awoken to the sound of the door closing. His head lifted, arms holding her body closer as he listened. A scoff left him when Elijah appeared in the door way.
“What’re you doing here?” Klaus whispered, glancing down to check Y/N was still sleeping.
“What are you doing here?” Elijah countered, glaring at him before softening his gaze upon her.
There was a very quiet argument before Y/N groaned. “It’s too early!” She whined, curling closer to Klaus. “Just come to bed.” She mumbled and slowly, Elijah came to lay behind her, her back to his chest.
The three were quiet as she continued to rest, lying for another few hours before she stretched. Elijah could feel his teeth grind when he heard the wetness of her mouth against Klaus’s. In retaliation, his hand slid down to squeeze her ass. Y/N whined and arched, encouraging both brothers to touch her.
Klaus rolled her onto her back, growling faintly in his chest when Elijah pulled her legs apart. Y/N whimpered when her sleep shorts were tugged off, and her shirt was torn open.
Elijah’s fingers teased the skin of her thighs before his lips brushed her pussy, licking slowly as she whimpered.
At the same time, Klaus caressed her breasts, his thumbs sliding over her nipples until they began to harden. His lips attached to her, tongue circling the but whilst Elijah sucked at her clit gently.
Y/N had one hand in Elijah’s hair and the other in Klaus’s, encouraging both of them as her body began to respond to theirs.
Elijah pushed his fingers into her, making Klaus jealous when she cried out. He nipped her skin in response, his teeth leaving an imprint across her breast.
“Klaus-“ she whined, gasping when he bit her nipple lightly. Elijah curled his fingers, his tongue rolling over her clit as he stroked her spot. “Elijah!” She cried out and he grinned against her, moving his fingers faster. Klaus felt his eyes shift to gold when he nipped her again, his canines piercing her skin as she came against Elijah’s hand and mouth.
Klaus got ahold of her, pulling her away from his brother and hiking her legs up his hips.
“Niklaus-“ Elijah growled, grabbing her waist and tugging her away. Y/N whimpered as she was pulled between then, her limbs aching when she wriggled away from them both.
“You’re hurting me.” She whined and Elijah glared at Klaus who just scoffed and held his hand out.
“I’m sorry, love. Come here, good girl.” Klaus purred, watching her seek the comfort and settle back in his lap. Elijah narrowed his eyes, annoyed that his brother had figured out her praise kink. “I didn’t mean to hurt you” he whispered, kissing her cheek and neck as she closed her eyes.
“This is ridiculous.” Elijah huffed. “You killed me and stole my girl.” He snapped, grabbing Y/N and pulling him to her tightly. “Come here, dear. Didn’t I look after you while I was here?” He reminded and she nodded. He’d had food delivered even when he wasn’t with her, ran her baths and washed her hair. Elijah knew without asking that Klaus hadn’t been so generous. “And him, hm? All he’s done is forced you to tell him things and used your poor body like a toy.”
Elijah was crossing a dangerous line. Klaus felt his wolf rising, his features sharpening.
“Im sorry to break it to you Elijah, but she’s not yours. I’ve known her longer, and while you might’ve provided her with some relief, she hasn’t come begging you for your cock has she?” He snapped and Y/N blushed red, a whine on her lips that made Klaus’s smirk grow.
“Was just that one time-“ she whispered and he hummed, reaching his hand out to pinch her cheek.
“I know, love. But I’ll remember it forever.” He murmured back to her. “Do you feel like a toy with me?” He asked and her head shook making him offer a smug look to Elijah who only rolled his eyes.
“Can you guys stop it?” She sighed, rubbing her eyes and resting her back against Elijah’s chest. “I need to go again.” She whined glancing at Klaus who immediately looked down to her pussy. All puffy and wet.
Elijah blinked in surprise when Klaus moved over, pulling her onto his lap and letting her bounce on his dick without another word. “Good girl.” Klaus whispered against her, still glaring at Elijah who watched in slight fascination at Y/N. She went from a sweet, shy girl to a needy little thing. Sure, she’d enjoyed a lot of sex with him, but she’d not been so shameless as she was now.
He watched her face bury into Klaus’s neck, listening to her whines and moans and the loud squelch of her cunt with each movement. Klaus let his eyes flutter, his hands gripping her hips tight as he felt her clench down. “Such a good girl” he praised when she angled herself for his cock to hit her spot. Her legs shook and Klaus rolled her onto her back, her arms immediately going up over her head for his hand to hold her wrists down whilst he fucked her harder.
Elijah felt his mouth water, his own cock ache at the sight of her spread out and begging for it. When she came, he watched as she immediately moved to nuzzle Niklaus, desperate for affection as soon as he’d emptied himself into her.
His hand stroked over her face and hair, like one would a puppy. Elijah tilted his head, she’s been sweet before. Liked him to lay with her after, take his time to wipe her pussy but it seemed everything had amplified. She was more dependent on those things now. Elijah knew Klaus must’ve been with her at least once a day to make her so desperate all the time.
Klaus only grinned, encouraging her to lay on her stomach across his lap. His hands spread her ass cheeks, giving Elijah a look before the older brother moved to be behind her.
Y/N moaned, her fingers curling to squeeze Klaus’s hand when Elijah pushed into her from behind. Elijah groaned, lifting her hips up to penetrate her deeper. Klaus watched her face twist with pleasure whilst she nuzzled his abdomen.
Y/N whimpered with each thrust, her eyes big and glazed when she saw Klaus’s cock being stroked infront of her, his hand holding her head up. Elijah chuckled softly behind her, watching her mouth lazily engulf his brother’s cock whilst he gripped her flesh tight and pounded into her vigorously.
Klaus guided her head, his eyes watching the tears drip down her face as she cried out in pleasure around him. He could tell just from Elijah’s groan when she came, once, twice again. He pulled her mouth off him when Elijah finished inside her.
Klaus felt a pang of jealously when she turned to Elijah for snuggles. But he knew it wasn’t personal, it was somehow instinctual. So after a minute, he called her back over.
Elijah was increasingly impressed as she went back and forth between them both. Her body trembling and pussy covered in all of their cum as she tried to crawl back to him one more time.
“Shh” he whispered, wrapping her in his arms and letting her head rest against his chest. “I think that’s enough…” he smiled, stroking her face gently. “You’ve done very well.”
Klaus groaned quietly and slid his fingers back down her pussy, stroking her swollen clit as she whined.
“Niklaus…she’s spent.” Elijah huffed but Klaus shook his head.
“Look at her, just one more love.” He push two fingers in, his thumb playing with her jewel until she came one more time. This time her body was limp, her eyes already half closed and Klaus threw the blanket over her and Elijah.
“Mother was looking for you.” Elijah informed Klaus as he relaxed against the headboard.
“I’m sure. Well, we can both get home in an hour or so.” He shrugged and Elijah narrowed his eyes. “You didn’t think I’d leave you alone with her, did you?” Klaus laughed softly and Elijah hummed in acknowledgment but not acceptance.
Eventually, they were both dressed and Y/N was kissed goodbye.
When Esther announced that they would be having a ball, the brothers let out a sigh of frustration and looked to each other.
Y/N arrived a little late, anxious and unsure as she saw Stefan, Damon, Elena and Caroline in a little gathering. She took a step backwards but Elijah’s hand caught her back, pushing her forward.
“Don’t be so scared, Y/N. You should know by now that neither of us plan to reveal your secret.” He smiled, taking her hand and leading her to dance. She was a little shaky in his hold but leaned into him regardless.
“Where’s Klaus?” She asked, looking around and Elijah sighed before spinning her into his chest.
“He’s lurking, I’m sure.” He mused, holding her close. “Perhaps I’ll be able to steal you for a minute before he can snatch you back up.”
Y/N titled her head up to him with a smile.
Soon Elijah had her hidden in the living room, door locked shut whilst he had her on the couch, her dress bunched up as much as he could so that he could get inside her.
“Lijah…” she panted, her wrists restrained with his tie once again as he thrust into her eagerly. Arms up, back arched. Y/N was in a state of complete ecstasy.
“Shh, good girl, not too loud now.” He praised, feeling her clamp down and watching her eyes squeeze shut as she came. His hand held her face, letting her nuzzle into his skin whilst he thrust quickly into her, his mouth opening in a silent groan when he spurted inside her.
Elijah lifted her back up, fixing her dress and her hair before opening the door. Klaus was stood right outside and quick obviously furious. Elijah swallowed thickly when Klaus pulled Y/N to him, his hands grabbing her face and looking at her hazy eyes.
“You can’t just give her a quick fuck.” He snapped and Elijah glared in an attempt to make him shut up.
“Mmmh” she nuzzled Klaus, her hands sliding up his chest in search for affection and touch. His arms went round her, holding her quietly whilst he glared at Elijah.
“Get her upstairs.” Klaus muttered, carefully untangling himself and giving her back to Elijah.
Within five minutes the three of them were in Klaus’s room, Y/N quietly begging for more whilst Klaus warned Elijah not to do that again.
“She grown much needier than when you first took her.” He muttered, stroking her hair as she pushed herself onto his lap. “One orgasm isn’t enough, is it love?” He questioned and Y/N moaned, tugging his pants eagerly.
“You’ve turned her into a whore?” Elijah scoffed and Y/N whined, the sound offended rather than desperate this time. Elijah softened when she hid against and behind Niklaus, not wanting to look at him.
“No” Klaus sighed, turning to stroke her hair. “She just needs a lot to keep her satisfied.” He pushed his fingers into her mouth, watching her tongue wrap around them. “But she’s good and loyal.” He murmured, watching her lower down onto her knees.
“Loyal to who? You or me?” Elijah scoffed and Klaus glared.
“Both of us, apparently.”
“So you don’t think if someone else offered themselves, she wouldn’t take it?” Elijah questioned and Klaus hummed, pulling her back onto his bed rather than the floor.
“I don’t think a human could satisfy her once, let alone a dozen times in a row.” He purred and she moaned.
“Oh for Christ’s sake- stop touching her for five minutes!” Elijah yelled and Y/N flinched, hiding once again behind Klaus. “What’ve you done to her?”
“I’ve given her a taste.” Klaus grinned, “it isn’t my fault that she enjoys it so much.”
Elijah blinked at him, unimpressed that he’d turned the quiet, shy girl he’d met into a sex addict.
But when he lay in bed awake that night, and remembered how eagerly she’d held out her wrists, he realised that perhaps she’d always been so desperate for it. Klaus just indulged those desires more than Elijah had time for back then.
So after a lot of thinking, he knocked on Klaus’s door, ready to join in again.
Being a witch in New Orleans wasn't exactly the dream when Marcel had a magic detecting teenage witch in his attic.
One tiny little spell set Davina off, had Marcel ripping heads off and hearts out. It was a little dramatic, even for me.
But, a girls gotta survive so I kept my magic inside and resorted to mediocre crap so that I could get some cash in this stupid tourist town.
Sitting in my little booth with my candles lit and tarot cards out usually dragged in a decent dozen or so a day, some locals were heavy believers too and would come back so often to get another reading.
But Klaus Mikaelson?
Not my average customer.
Of course the news that he was in New Orleans spread like wildfire but I didn't need to be told to know it was him. The power rolling off of him set my magic on edge, forcing me to restrain it within my blood and keep it from boiling out.
Still, I kept myself steady and remained calmly seated.
My eyes lifted to meet his, the flash of gold making the flames around the room dancing aggressively before I reined them back in.
He took the seat in-front of me, legs comfortably spread like a typical man whilst his hands rest in his lap and a brow on his annoyingly handsomely carved face lifted.
"How much is a reading, love?" He questioned and I swallowed thickly and shook my head.
"I don't read for-"
"Well now, thats a bit discriminatory, love, isn't it?" He cut in and I closed my mouth with a sigh. A hundred dollar bill was pushed before me and with annoyance more than reluctance, I accepted the cash.
Silently I took the deck in my hands and began strategically shuffling, letting the cards flutter together delicately over and over until there was no way of telling which was where. I slid the cards out face-down in-front of him and looked up, our eyes locking again.
"Select your three." I directed and with no hesitation his fingers plucked out three cards, keeping them within his reach as I tidied the rest away. I turned the ones he had chosen over and glanced over each one.
The Magician, The Emperor and The Tower.
I let out a little sigh, none of the meanings were much of a shock but he wasn't exactly going to enjoy them.
"Go ahead, describe the hell that is to burden us all." He muttered, slight amusement to his tone.
I reached and tapped The Magician card.
"This one is in regards to your willpower, using what comes your way to its potential and combing it with your own power to manifest it toward what you truly desire. But It could also be leading you towards love-" My eyes flick up, seeing his eyes narrowed as though he were actually interested.
"I'm not interested in the relationship meaning to the card, love, what's the reverse meaning?" He asked, jaw a little tense and I didn't really want to reveal it.
"Trickery, it represents selfishness." I answer simply and he nodded, resting back in his chair as though that was the answer he was actually expecting.
"The Emperor?" He questioned and I shifted my attention back to the task.
"This card means authority, regulation, organisation and a fatherliness. The Emperor represents a strategic thinker who sets out plans that he must see through. He is a symbol of the masculine principle. It comes with responsibility of giving structure, creates rules and systems, and imparting knowledge and of course enforcing discipline." I explain and he hummed, his body leaning forward at the word 'fatherliness'.
"The reversed?" He questioned without a beat and this time I hesitated.
"The concept of an abusing the authoritative power. It creates the desire to inspire higher principles in his kingdom have turned to ruthlessness, tyranny and rigidity..." I trailed and he let out a soft hum of almost agreement.
"The Tower?"
"On this one, the reversed is actually better than the upright." I laughed softly, my nails tracing the outline of the design and feeling the trickle of magic within it.
"Upright the Tower represents change in the most radical and momentous sense. It doesn't necessarily have to be frightening or ominous but it does signify a foundational, groundbreaking change. However it can sometimes strike fear, as it means that we must abandon the truths that we have known prior to this event. The old ways are no longer useful, and you must find another set of beliefs, values and processes to take their place."
I tell him before continuing.
"Reversed shows that The Tower is built on faulty foundations, and it must fall. Though the destruction will be painful, the humbleness resulting from it can bring us peace. It suggests you become more self reliant-"
"I'm already self reliant, love but I'll make an extra note." He scoffed.
A slightly uncomfortable silence hung over us for a moment or two as he mulled over his reading. Then he stood, a heavy sigh on his lightly stained lips.
"Thank you, for your service, love." He nodded and headed back out into the streets of The French Quarter.
A slightly bizarre experience, having the most powerful beast in my reading room and I knew that the other witches were never going to quiet their incessant chatter over it.
It was the talk of the town when Klaus got headed 'King' and moved into the compound, having 'ownership' over Davina and therefore the witches.
Not that it lasted long as Davina was clearly losing it.
That's how I ended up dragged in by each arm.
"Ah, perfect; they found you." Klaus declared, his voice arrogant and echoing. "Come, love, I need you to fix my witch." He took my arm from another vampire and pulled me along with him. I was shoved into a room, if you could call it that.
The walls were crumbling around Davina, her screams piercing my ears as everything went flying everywhere.
The door was slammed shut behind me and I was forced to face...that.
It took some struggle but I was able to get my hands on her, I could feel both our magic draining rapidly as I used mine to weaken hers.
My eyes were just starting to close, the reassuring whispers fading from my lips as her body went soft against mine when I felt a separate pair of hands hold me up by my shoulders.
I woke a small while later, my brows furrowing as I felt fingers stroking my forehead, tracing my hairline. My eyes cracked open and Klaus's cocky face was peering down at me.
"Good morning sweat-pea." He smirked, pure amusement in his eyes.
"Ew..." I mumbled sluggishly and sat up, ignoring his touch and closeness. "Don't touch me you...I don't even know what you are."
"Hybrid, love. Thank you, again, by the way; for keeping my witch under control. It seems that little sickening ritual you witches have doesn't quite work out as planned hm? Now I have a dead witch and a very stroppy Marcellus." He muttered, his eyes rolling.
"It works." I grumbled as I felt the power slowly growing back within me. "Four witches resurrected, the girls will come back in time."
"Mmm. I do hope so, no need for a group of dead children. It's causing a small inconvenience."
"Uhuh." I murmured and swung my legs over the side of the bed I was lead out on. I stood, my head light and dizzy but I kept it upright. My feet stumbled a little as I headed out of the door, my hands reaching for the stair railing as Klaus's hands grabbed onto my hips.
"Easy now, love. It took a lot out of you to calm little Davina down." He chuckled in my ear, the sound disorientated and demonic.
"No...I don't...I don't get this weak from a spell." I mumbled and he hummed.
"Must've been something else then." He whispered, his lips suddenly by my ear and I felt my jaw clench as I realised he must've spiked me with something somehow.
My body fell back into his and his arms slipped round me, lifting me into a bridal hold as my vision went dark again.
I woke again, hours later. The sky was almost black when I turned my head to see out of the guest bedroom window. I felt better now and without anybody being able to detect my magic, I could break the window apart and float out of it with ease.
I headed back home, greeted by my obsidian cat who mewled happily at my return. Her tail wrapping around my calf as we headed into the dining room where her bowl wait empty on the wooden floor. I filled the bowl and she meowed happily.
The quietness of my house filled me with a sense of serenity as I sat down in my usual sear at the table. My stomach ached with hunger but it was so late and I couldn't be bothered to make anything.
So I waited for Salem to finish her dinner before we went upstairs to bed.
By the time sunlight was seeping past my blinds, a loud continuous knocking practically shook my house. Salem's claws dug into my skin as she stretched out and curled back up with a faint growl of annoyance.
"Fucks sake." I groaned before pulling the duvet back and storming down the stairs, pulling the chain off the door and swinging it open.
"What!?" I demanded, my expression clearly a display of my feelings.
Klaus Mikaelson stood before me, his arms crossed over his broad...firm chest.
"You ran away." He stated, eyes flicking to my chest making me glance down as well so see my tit almost out of my night time vest. I shifted the fabric and he cleared his throat, looking back up.
"I didn't run anywhere." I countered and his eyes rolled.
Honestly, for a thousand years old he sure was sassy.
"No of course not. You gracefully levitated out of the window, honestly you make quite the stereotype for a witch. Tarot cards, floating and, oh look a black cat." He scoffed and I leant down, picking up Salem before she could get out and into his grasp.
"Why are you here?" I asked and he hummed.
"I need your powers, come to the abattoir." He demanded and I put a hand on my hip.
"I do hope you're joking." I told him and his jaw went tight.
"I don't have much time for this back and forth, love. It's fun, yes and you're very cute but I will resort to less verbal persuasion if you cannot do as you are told." His tone got progressively lower, darker.
"Get off my porch. I'll be there in half an hour." I muttered, slamming the door back in his face.
"Twenty minutes, love!" He yelled through the wood.
I couldn't be bothered with this.
The tarot card readings were low for me but they still made me money so now I was just missing out and I couldn't afford not to pay my bills. Besides, Salem needed her food too and she definitely wouldn't go without.
I got to the compound after forty minutes, mostly out of pettiness however I did shower, shave dry my hair, style my hair, get dressed, have a breakfast bar and feed Salem so time added up quick.
Those weren't good enough excuses for a pissy hybrid.
His eyes were dark, sort of how I imagined the depths of the ocean at night as he watched me.
I was a little different in how my magic worked.
I didn't need to do all the muttering and straining unless it was a really difficult spell like raising the dead, I think that's what sparked Klaus's interest. That I didn't pull out a hundred spell books, flipping relentlessly through the pages to pick the spell he needed. I could sense what he needed, almost read the spell from his mind to use it like he wanted.
I got up to leave once I was done but his hand was around my arm, keeping me to him. I knew he was half werewolf which made his skin warm but the heat rolling off of him was almost concerning.
The golden look in his eyes put me on edge but he wasn't threatening, yet.
"I need something else-"
"I need to get to my job, where I get paid." I cut him off and he huffed softly, almost playfully as the corners of his lips upturned slightly. A hundred dollar bill was wedged very provocatively between my tits. I bit the tip of my tongue before raising my eyes to look at his cocky expression.
"I swear to all of the unholy spirits that if you ever put your grubby little hands on my body again I'm gonna burn your dick off." I warned him, my eyes narrowed and voice low but he only smirked and pushed me backwards so his body trapped me to the wall.
His face lowered to mine, his nose brushing up the side of my jugular before his breath was against my ear.
"Mmm, how have you managed to make that sound so hot?" He murmured and I scoffed, shoving off me with a slight force making his chuckle.
"Don't be a freak, Klaus. You'll make me vomit." I whispered, my nose scrunched up as if I could actually find him repulsive.
Stupid handsome face.
My body ached slightly when his pulled away from mine and his fingertips skimmed over my sides before leaving me completely.
"I'll be needing you a lot more often from now on. I'll pay you whatever you want. A thousand dollars an hour for all I care." He offered and I could feel my ethics at question.
I'd be against the coven if I was willingly working for the beast but a thousand dollars was a fuck tonne to turn down.
"I have to get back to Salem." I muttered and he let out a deep chuckle making my eyes roll as I walked off.
"Oh come on, love. You have to admit that it's a little traditional, no? You're practically mocking your own kind-"
"Oh piss off mr 'i spent a thousand years trying to be a dog'." I snapped back as he followed me out of the compound and into the streets. "Rumour has it you've literally only turned once. I think if anyone's mocking their kind its you."
"Touché." He accepted, his tone weirdly light and he had a shrug to his shoulders. "I should turn more often, that's fair." He nodded, keeping up with my quickening pace but as soon as we got around a corner I was pinned to the wall by the throat.
"But don't you ever, ever- talk down to me like that or you will very much be reminded of your place, witch." He growled and I felt my magic flaring, just begging to light him on fire but I let him keep the upper hand as he placed me back down onto my feet.
I turned on my heel and kept walking, forcing myself not to gasp for air and just struggle slightly. His footsteps remained just behind me, he was much more relaxed than I was and it was pissing me off as we got to my house.
The soft meow of Salem's voice echoed form behind the door and her paw made a soft sound which made my body sink back from the tension.
But my body went rigid when Klaus's hand turned the handle to my front door and he walked right on inside, leaning down and picking up Salem as he did.
My eyes flicked down at the threshold he had just completely discarded before locking on Salem as she purred in his hands.
One twist of those hands and her head would pop off her her neck.
The imagine alone made me react. His heart was in his chest one second and on my hallway floor the next.
Salem landed on her feet with a mewl and padded off to the kitchen whilst I was left with the heavy thud of Klaus's body.
"Fuck!" I breathed as I ran my hands over my hair and groaned dramatically.
I moved him to the living room and tied him up with a magically finding rope, ensuring he would stay put as I cleaned away the blood from his heart and fixed Salem some food.
His groggy grumble made it's way into the kitchen, forcing me to face my problems as I came to the doorway of my living room.
He looked a little bit pissed but mostly amused which relieved me to extent but annoyed me even more.
"Very kinky, love." He mused as he tugged on the ropes. His eyes cast down at the bloody stain across his shirt before flickering past my ankles, probably to where Salem was feeding from her bowl.
"Had I have known that damn cat was quite a sore subject for you then I wouldn't have picked the thing up-"
"How did you get into my house?" I asked and he smirked.
"I think you mean my house, my love. I thought it would be easier for us if I owned the building, means we can both have access and I can come collect you easier." He smiled as if it were a friendly thing to do.
"You're fucking crazy. A full on whack job." I muttered. "I'm not your witch, I'm not your pet. You do not claim my house and pick up Salem- you stop touching my life. Get out and leave me alone!" I yelled and with that his body was gone, instead at least a couple hundred tiny pieces of him exploded across my living room floor and walls.
I forced myself to breathe steady, my eyes closing for a second before I let out an angry cry of frustration and got my magic under control.
Bit by bit I managed to pile him together, clean the marks away and put him in a bin bag, then transferring his remains back to the abattoir for them to fix themselves back together.
It was surprising that Klaus hadn't burst my house down and tore my head off in retaliation to be completely honest.
However, for whatever reason, the next time I saw him, he was all cheerful and charming again like normal.
"Come on now, love, don't be all grumpy with me still because of our little mishap." He teased, following me closely as I moved through the streets quickly. "I didn't mean to push it with the cat, love. I'll admit that was my fault, I crossed the line." He murmured, his lips so close to my ear it made my skin burn.
I continued to ignore him, trying to get on with my day without his constant chatter but he just seemed to be there all day long, keeping customers away and effectively ruining my time.
Once it grew dark I let out a sigh and leaned back, staring mindlessly at the sheer lack of cash in my pot.
His hand brushed the hair behind my ear and stroked the side of my neck.
"Klaus." I warned with a sigh and he hummed lowly, his lips moving to kiss the spot below my ear making me let out a scoff and shove him off me.
"You are like an animal. Go fuck someone who actually wants something to do with you." I snapped and he let out a soft chuckle.
"You know I have extremely heightened senses, love? I can practically taste how turned-on you get around me-" He purred and I gagged.
"That's just your perverted mind playing tricks on you." I scoffed and he hummed.
"All this sass because you didn't get your money, love? I told you I'd pay your rates." He tutted before his fingers were plucking hundred dollar bills from his wallet and putting them in my jar.
"There, now you're all caught up and you can stop looking so glum."
"I don't want your money, I don't want your time, I don't want you!" My voice raised and his lips twitched.
"You'll be more than willing before long, love. I'm very much looking forward to you giving in, I already know you'll be absolutely exquisite-"
I cut him off abruptly, my palm colliding with his cheek without a second thought. The action made me just as surprised as him, both of us staring at each other for a long moment. I could see his jaw clenching, his eyes hardening fraction by fraction.
He straightened in his seat, inhaling and exhaling as his eyes darted away. He was urging himself not to lash back at me.
His hands hit the table, hard as he stood. I flinched in my seat but didn't go to move, just watched him. I watched as he paced up and down the length of the small room before storming out.
I blew out a breath of relief at the slam of the door and sunk down into the chair.
Klaus didn't come around for a small while after that.
I probably should have been thrilled not to be haunted by him each day.
I was finally making some money again and didn't have to worry about Salem being catnapped or whatever.
Until he woke me up in the middle of the night, banging so hard against my front door I was surprised it hadn't caved in.
I swung it open, ready to launch him off my porch when my eyes took him in.
"Oh fuck." I mumbled, my hands moving without my consent to pull the blood-soaked henley away from his skin. "Okay, come on." I whispered, pulling him inside, Salem mewing and pawing at his boots as we climbed the stairs.
He was sat shirtless on top of the toilet seat, his bloody hands in his lap whilst I wiped away the red across his chest, neck and face.
The hot tap of the bath was running quickly, filling fast.
I'd wanted him out of my life from the second he pushed his way into it and yet for some reason I was worried about him and looking after him as though I cared for him.
But surely that was ridiculous, he was a menace in my life.
I just couldn't help myself.
His clothes were in my washer, I was scrubbing the blood and mud off of my floors and the stairs banister before going up to my room to dig out a shirt of mine he could sleep in and some oversized sweatpants that he could wear for the night.
They were a little tight.
My bad.
I don't think he was in much a mood to complain though as the shirt clung to his skin, I shouldn't have been looking at the definition of his muscles so much.
Not when he was so upset.
He was a lot easier to handle when he was like that though.
No cocky remarks, no touching, just raw and vulnerable.
For once he wasn't Klaus the hybrid, just Klaus.
"You're gonna have to talk to me tomorrow, okay?" I whispered as he rest his head against my shoulder, it was obvious he was debating using my breast as a pillow but he made the wise decision to not push his luck.
By morning he'd managed to get there though.
His face was nestled right against me, his eyelashes brushing over my skin with each subtle blink.
With slight reluctance I gently slid my fingers into his hair, gently scratching his scalp.
Salem was asleep on top of the covers, on him. Her whole body vibrating against him as she purred.
"We're gonna get up soon and you're gonna talk." I murmured but kept my tone soft for now. "You can't just turn up at my house covered in blood and not tell me, okay?"
His body shifted slightly, his face pressing further into my chest making me suppress an eye roll but I kept it at bay. He was delicate at the moment and a lot more likely to do something extreme if pushed.
"I didn't have anywhere else to go." He whispered and my fingers stuttered against his head before resuming their pattern.
He was such a conflicting person.
It only took a couple days before he was back to his old self, turning up unannounced to my work and disrupting my every day but I don't know. Just knowing that he did definitely have that human side of him made him less threatening.
It didn't help that Salem had started sitting on his lap when he was over. He'd learnt just the spot under her ears that would make her love him. Honestly it was ridiculous how simply he could insert himself with no consequences. Pissed me off.
"Klaus, get out." I called from my kitchen, currently stood over the stove and stirring the pot of gumbo I'd been cooking. I could sense him in the hallway, making his way in, boots already off.
"Don't get so angsty so soon love. I haven't even said anything." The amusement on his tone wasn't hidden at all.
I huffed loudly and put the lid back on the pot.
"Smells divine, my sweet." He smirked, brows rising.
"What do you want?" I sighed. I just couldn't be bothered to deal with his drama.
"Only your company." He murmured, head lowering but eyes darkening. "Won't you invite me to stay for dinner?" He asked and I scoffed.
"Since when have you needed to be invited to anything ever?"
"You make a fair point love but it's nicer to be wanted now isn't it?" He shrugged and got closer, leaning completely past and over my to lift the lid of the pot and get a proper whiff. His body pressed against mine, pushing me against the front of the oven. I sucked in a breath, trying not to let him bother me as he slowly pulled back, his face inches from mine as his eyes glanced over my face.
"So?" He pressed. "Am I welcome to stay?"
My jaw ticked and my fingers twitched but eventually I relented.
"Fine, whatever. But you better actually tell me what you want because I know you aren't here for some dinner."
"You'd be surprised." He mused before sitting down at the table and picking Salem up to place her on his lap.
While we were eating he revealed the spell he was actually here for.
So soon enough we were back in the main room with candles everywhere, sat facing each other on the floor and holding hands so I could use his energy as well as mine.
"You know love, under slightly different circumstances this could be a very romantic setting." He purred whilst I murmured the chant under my breath. His statement made me pause and sigh.
"You know Klaus, maybe it would be if you would shut up and let me finish." I snapped and he chuckled.
"Oh I can't wait to see how you behave in bed."
I ended up muting him for the rest of the evening. It was comical to see how desperately he needed to say something every half a second.
By the time I'd done what he needed and gotten him back to the doorway, I finally let his sound come back.
He cleared his throat and looked up at me with a look of annoyance before his expression shift back to his usual half smile.
"As much as I may hope, I think it's quite clear that you won't be inviting me to stay the night." He teased and I hummed in agreement.
"Goodnight Klaus." I pressed, opening the door for him.
"Goodnight, love."
Klaus was arrogant and narcissistic and possibly one of the most selfish beings I'd ever had the displeasure of meeting and yet somehow I ended up looking for the goodness in him.
What was worse was that sometimes I found it.
Just a glimpse of light when he'd smile, the gold in his hair when his hands would push it back. The shimmer in his eyes when he held his hand out for me to channel him.
I don't really know when it started to happen but I ended up not hating him.
We both realised that when I did actually invite him to stay for dinner.
The upturn of his lips and the way his head went down made me realise my mistake.
But it was too late to undo, he was already sat at the table and talking away.
Once he'd eaten and managed to get the wine out of my cupboard, we ended up in the living room. Him with Salem back on his lap and purring away blissfully. His fingers were hidden within her fur whilst his legs stretched out across the sofa, as if it were his home as well as mine.
This time I didn't complain about it.
The night got old quick and after a few glasses of wine I decided it was time for bed.
"If you wanted me upstairs you should have said so sooner, love." He grinned and my eyes rolled as we both rose, Salem jumping down and brushing around my ankles.
By the time my gaze settled back on him he was only inches away, his hands making their way to my sides.
"Klaus." I muttered, shifting slightly when his palms pressed to my waist. The light buzz of the alcohol made his touch feel like pure warmth, he felt like the sun. I could feel my eyes shutting, the heat of his mouth against my forehead in from of a soft kiss.
"Thank you," He murmured, the word sounding so foreign on his tongue, "For inviting me."
My body tensed and softened when his arms slid round me.
It was only a second before I was feeling the definition of his back beneath my fingers.
His lips kissed my cheek before hovering just before my mouth.
I knew I shouldn't have, but I did it anyway.
I should have known one wouldn't have been enough.
Here is an idea for a fluff story because of your recent post!
So reader previously had a bad relationship with her ex. He would tell her that she is to clingy and stuff. Now reader and klaus are dating and she kind of tries to not be to clingy and all because she is scared that klaus is gonna find it annoying too. But then he is on some kind of business trip and in the meantime reader wears a lot of his shirts and all, because he wouldn't know of that anyway since he is away. But he comes home early and finds her sleeping in his bed, in his clothes and asks her about it and she tells him about her ex and her worries of being to annoying and he reassures her that he doesn't mind and that she can be as clingy as she wants.
I know this request seems big but it's just a little detailed. You can cut it short though of course👍🎀
In Need
Summary: Klaus can tell something is wrong when Y/N continues to pull away from affection, when he assumed the worst, Y/N had to admit the truth.
Klaus hadn’t ever been an overly affectionate person, so he didn’t mind that Y/N wasn’t either. But there were times when her hands would reach for him before pulling back away, or her body would start to curl close to him before stiffening and straightening back out.
He could tell there was something wrong. That she was conflicted about something. He just hoped it wasn’t about him.
From the way she acted, he didn’t think she would miss him all that much when he had to go for a week.
But when he returned home, she was in his bed, wearing one of his Henley’s, snuggled to a pillow that was also wrapped in one of his shirts. Her face pressed to it, her body moving slowly with each breath.
Klaus sat down on the edge of the bed, his hand coming to rest against her side through the covers. He leant down and pressed a kiss to her cheek, his lips upturning when she smiled subconsciously at the touch.
He nuzzled her face teasingly, growing slightly amused when she rolled over to move towards him in her sleep.
Klaus laid down, kissing her lips softly and stroking his hand up her back.
“Klaus…” she mumbled, snuggling to him in a way she never had before. He closed his eyes, holding her close and resting beside her.
When Y/N woke, she was quickly sat up.
“You’re back!” She smiled, hugging him tight before letting go and hesitating. “Sorry I borrowed your shirt.” Her cheeks were pink and she started to move her arms out of the sleeves but Klaus shook his head, holding her wrists so she could t wriggle out.
“It looks good on you.” He smiled, moving to cup her face. “Did you miss me?”
Y/N’s expressions became conflicted. Klaus knew the answer, of course she missed him. Why else would she be in his clothes, breathing his scent? Which was why Klaus was so confused by her reluctance to admit her feelings.
“A bit.” She nodded and pulled away.
Klaus frowned and took her hand in his, stroking her skin with his thumb. “Well I missed you a whole lot.” He told her as he leant down to kiss her. She reciprocated without thinking, pressing closer. Klaus pulled her onto his lap, caressing her face as he parted her lips to explore.
Y/N stayed against him for a little while, just quiet and still as if it would be ruined if she made a sound or moved.
“What’s wrong, love?” He asked softly, his arms tightening round her for a second in a squeeze.
“Nothing.” She whispered, her lips tugging down into a frown. “Why would something be wrong?”
“You feel tense; scared.” He leaned back, his hand cupping her face.
Y/N just stared back at him, unsure of what to say. If she relaxed, she knew that she wouldn’t want to let go and then he’d leave her too.
Klaus was confused and concerned. He could see some sort of battle happening in her eyes as he held her face in his hands, shifting her in his lap so she was closer.
“I’m not tense, or scared.” Her head shook and she hesitantly hugged him again, her hands going under his. But Klaus could still feel the uncertainty in her actions.
Klaus was worried that maybe this was something to do with him. That perhaps she didn’t actually miss him, maybe she wanted to break up but was too scared to say it. Scared of him.
“You don’t have to hug me, not if you don’t want to.” He whispered, pulling back and looking at her face to gauge her expression. “I won’t hurt you.” Klaus told her, his hand holding hers. “Even if you don’t want to be with me.”
Y/N’s eyes widened and she practically threw herself at him. Letting her body wrap around him like she really wanted to.
“Of course I want to be with you!” She whimpered, holding him tight. “I’m sorry.”
Klaus held her back, a relieved smile on his face as he kissed her cheek.
“Just tell me what’s wrong, love.”
So she did. Y/N spilled her heart out, telling him about her last two relationships and how both of them ended because she was too clingy. That she missed him so much that it hurt. That she slept in his clothes every night for the last week, looked at his paintings and stayed in his bed for most of the time. She’d been holding herself back for months, craving deeper affection but being too scared to ask for it.
Klaus was a touch hurt that she’d not told him, that she didn’t think more of him, but it was clear that it wasn’t about him at all.
“I love you, Y/N.” He told her, holding her close and encasing her in his scent and his warmth. “I want you to cling to me. I want you to show me how much you need me, how much you love me.” He whispered, pressing his face into her neck.
“I love you.” She whimpered, snuggling to him properly for the first time, her arms and legs around him and refusing to let go as he laid with her.
Klaus was glad he’d had to go out of town for that week, as a result, he knew that he would never leave her again.
From then on, Y/N wasn’t so shy about wanting to be with him, holding his hand or being in his lap. Klaus learned to be just as clingy as she was, nuzzling her for most of the day and all of the night.
The murderous hybrid was reduced to a giant teddy bear when it came to her. While some expected him to be embarrassed of that, Klaus remained proud that his girl was finally comfortable enough to trust that he would never leave her over something so simple as her needing his affection and reassurance.
He’d tell her million times, in a million different ways how much he loved her and it would still never be enough.
I have 14 posts scheduled that I wrote a couple weeks ago when I was on a roll! I’ll give you guys a preview for this week and next…
Tonight is ‘In Need’
-Summary: Klaus can tell something is wrong when Y/N continues to pull away from affection, when he assumed the worst, Y/N had to admit the truth.
Friday this week is ‘Addicted’
-Summary: Y/N meets both brothers at separate times. Though the circumstances might be dangerous, they make the situation all the more exciting. She can’t help but indulge in her desires and let them handle her however pleases them both.
Monday next week is ‘Unexpected Outcomes’
-Summary: After pining after Klaus for the last however many years, I try to move on. When things go wrong, Klaus is once again the one to patch everything up. He’s always been the one.
And Friday next week is ‘Meant To Be’
-Summary: Klaus has been caring for his mate long before his wolf could actually tell him. Once she realises the wolf that visits her each month is her best friend, she begins to give into his touch, and accept his love.
So I hope you’re all looking forward to what’s to come! Keep sending in requests, I always read them! And please don’t be discouraged if I haven’t written a past request of yours, it’s likely that I’ve already written something similar or that I plan to anyways. I love reading them and I try to write as many of them as I can!
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Summary: Klaus takes an interest in one of the crescent wolves. She’s choosing her mate and he dedicates his time to become the one for her.
Y/N was apart of the crescent pack. Having been stuck as a wolf for the last few years, the pack was physically strong and protective. They’d given into their animals.
Klaus could tell just by the way she was sniffing around at the wedding. Whilst Hayley was walking down the aisle, he spotted her looking all over the room until eventually, she locked her eyes on him. Klaus glanced beside him, to see if Elijah had noticed but of course, his brother was too focused of Hayley. When Klaus looked back, she was watching the wedding.
Once the ceremony was finished and the party began, Klaus made his way down. He was slightly impressed by some of the wolves, their strength obvious as their muscles filled out their shirts. When he finally got to Y/N, he felt a little uncomfortable with the way she looked him over.
Klaus cleared his throat before offering hand and asking, “would you like to dance, love?”
Y/N took his hand, her other one going to his arm, his bicep. Klaus narrowed his eyes on her before flexing the muscle making her giggle.
“You’re so skinny for a wolf.” She commented and Klaus frowned, offended.
“I prefer lean, love.” He corrected before spinning her around and bringing her back to his chest. “Besides, I’m stronger than anybody here.” She knew he was right of course, but if he were just a werewolf, she wasn’t so sure if he would be.
Y/N just smiled and continued to dance with him. Klaus on the other hand, began to frustrate himself over her comment.
His irritation only soared when a wolf cut in, asking for her to dance with him instead. Klaus felt himself slipping into anger but he didn’t get to say a word.
“I’ll be with you in a minute, we have to finish the song.” She smiled, tugging Klaus to keep up with the steps. He looked down at her, his chest rumbling lightly when she flashed her gold eyes at him. Klaus leant down, brushing his nose against hers.
“Must you dance with him?” He murmured and she giggled again.
“Well I have to explore my options, don’t I?” She pecked his lips and he growled quietly before kissing her again, a little urgency in him as his hands moved from their respectful position on her waist, to her ass. Y/N whined into his mouth, pushing closer as he pulled her body up to his. When they finally parted, the other wolves appeared envious, but they said nothing. Klaus gave her rear a gentle squeeze before releasing her, allowing her to go dance with another.
Klaus was rather proud of himself for a while, until he realised she was dancing with every male wolf who didn’t have a partner, and had kissed each of them. His brows pulled together and his jaw clenched.
“That’s Y/N.” Hayley came up beside him, her hand going to grab his wrist just gently as a warning not to go over there. “She’s turned 18 so she’s choosing her mate.”
“What?” He scoffed, a slither of amusement on his face.
Hayley only rolled her eyes before explaining: “The pack were stuck as wolves for a long time. They’ve ended up gaining some traits from the old werewolves as a result. Mates is one of them. It’s basically just a partner for life, no crazy stuff but they started getting the urge to find the most compatible, the strongest wolf to be with and realised, it was a mating ritual.” Her shoulders shrugged lightly. “Y/N wants someone strong indefinitely. She likes them to look it too, and she liked how possessive you were in your kiss, her eyes kept flickering when you let her go.” She explained and then turned to watch her with the next male. “He doesn’t stand a chance, the poor thing.” She sighed when Y/N titled her head, looking at his lanky frame a little unimpressed.
Hayley assumed Klaus would drop it after that. He wouldn’t want a werewolf mate to take over his life. But his own wolf had other plans. He was ashamed of himself.
Which is how he ended up in Marcels gym, training each day. Building his muscle definition and stamina without using any of his supernatural abilities to help him along. He’d managed to Chanel only the human form of him, making the weight feel heavier as he closed his eyes.
Klaus ended up by the Bayou, where the wolves continued to want to live. Y/N hadn’t chosen her mate yet, giving him time to fill out his Henley’s. She appeared more interested in him each time. She let him into her hut, or den as she called it, and ate with him. Klaus would convince her that cooking the rabbit would make it taste better. After, he’d sit behind her and have her rest back against him whilst the fire crackled infront of them.
Sometimes he could feel her hands admiring his arms, his legs and his chest. He knew to stay quiet, to let her explore and see him as fit enough to mate. Her eyes had glanced to his, smiling at how large his pupils were as she lifted his Henley to see his abdomen. Klaus could feel his chest rumbling, but it didn’t quite feel like a growl as he almost vibrated in his seat. Y/N traced his skin, admiring his physique and glancing at his jeans. The outline of his now hard cock making her wolf whimper. Klaus groaned at the sound and closed his eyes, forcing himself to have some self control.
“Can I see your wolf?” She asked and he opened his eyes. “Never seen you out on the full moon” she put his shirt back down and sat back. After the wedding, none of the wolves had to turn anymore but most of them still did. They’d grown such a connection to their wolves that it didn’t feel right not to turn.
“Now?” He questioned and she shrugged, glancing away as though something else were more interesting. “Okay.” He nodded and cleared his throat. “I’m going to take my clothes off so I don’t ruin them though. So no peeking.” He teased, his lips twitching when she smiled and turned away. He undressed, glancing at her and suppressing a chuckle when she would quickly steal a look.
Within a few minutes, his bones had snapped and he forced himself not to make a sound of pain. His wolf came to sit behind her, leaning down to lick her shoulder in greeting.
Y/N looked beyond impressed with his wolf. “He’s so big!” She beamed, stroking along his fur and feeling the strength beneath. “Such a big boy.” She teased and though Klaus might’ve scoffed, his wolf’s tail began to wag. Y/N smiled and inspected his teeth, his claws and paws. A giggle left her and his head lowered to see what was funny, only to see his cock standing out from his sheath. His wolf whined as he leaked down himself. “When we were all wolves, some of them used to breed even as animals.” She told him quietly, and her fingers twitched.
Klaus licked her shoulder again, this time letting his tongue move up along her neck. The little squeal she let out made him throb as he moved to stand closer, his body circling hers slowly. When he laid around her, she smiled and nuzzled into his fur. Her eyes would shine gold back at him as her hand gently wrapped around his cock. Klaus groaned in his head, a small growl actually coming out of him as she stroked him slowly.
Her wolf stared into his, her eyes shining as she moved her hand up and down quickly. Klaus felt his consciousness slipping back and forth between him and his wolf as she did so. He let out a small howl when she touched something sensitive and she immediately looked down. “Oh” she breathed, admiring the early signs of a knot beginning to form. Klaus panted, his tail still wagging as he watched her gently stimulate him. His ears went back as his knot swelled in her hands, his mouth hanging open and tongue lolling to the side as he came.
Klaus couldn’t turn back until his knot was gone. Y/N laid with him, admiring the size of it even as it gradually went down. She sat up to the side whilst he turned back, stealing another glance as he pulled his clothes back on.
Klaus came to pull her back down, over to the fur pile that he assumed must be her bed. “Naughty girl.” He whispered and she giggled, nuzzling him as he tickled her sides lightly. Eventually, her eyes began to close and he stayed through the night, wanting to keep her safe and warm.
In the morning, three other male wolves were waiting outside her hut, with food offerings. Y/N accepted them happily and invited them all in. Klaus was furious that she hadn’t just chosen him after last night. Was she going to give all of the wolves a hand job before choosing?
He left quickly, not before kissing her deeply infront of his competitors.
In the evening he brought her back a dead deer. He’d like to see the other wolves manage that. He’d scoffed at the rabbits and squirrels they tried to impress her with.
“Oh” she smiled and watched as he pulled it into her home. “It’s lovely.” She stroked the animal, feeling how much meat was on it. “How did you catch a stag?”
“I’ve been hunting for a very long time, love. Now come on, you must be hungry after your squirrel.” His eyes rolled and Y/N laughed.
Klaus helped her section the animal, watched her skin it before he cooked the meat. He’d fed her from his fingers, watching eagerly as her tongue slid across his fingers to savour the taste.
“Still hungry?” He murmured when her eyes kept flickering. His hands gently pulled her close. “What’re you hungry for, love?” He whispered, knowing damn well it wasn’t food anymore. Klaus shushed her gently whilst his hands pushed her little denim shorts down her thighs. “Good girl.” He praised when she lifted her hips for her panties to go down too. Her face was pushed into his neck, a delicious whine vibrating in her throat as he dipped his fingers into her wetness. “Shh…” he murmured again as he slid her slickness over her clit, circling her slowly.
Y/N only whined louder when he touched her, her eyes were stuck gold, her wolf panting heavily as he slowly pushed a finger into her heat.
“Fuck sweetheart…don’t tell me your little pussy hasn’t had anything inside her before?” He groaned, not needing her to answer as she came just from gentle stimulation. “Shh, okay, good girl lay down.” Klaus settled her onto her back on the blankets, petting her hair gently before moving down. Her wolf had her hips moving tirelessly against his face, her tail would be wagging if it were out and Klaus knew it.
His tongue pushed into her with a moan before focusing back on her clit, amused by how easily she fell apart. When he pushed his fingers into her at the same time he sucked her little bud into the heat of his mouth, her body jolted. Klaus let out a viscous growl when her pussy squirted.
Like a switch in his mind, his wolf took over. She was devoured over and over again, her wolf wriggling under his until her poor pussy was so swollen that even one lick made her cry again.
“Good girl.” He praised quietly, wrapping her in the blankets now. “My little wolf.” He claimed and she moaned weakly, her throat sore from all her noises.
“Choose you.” She whispered as his face came to nuzzle hers. “Chose you back at the wedding…even though you were skinny.” She smiled and he hummed.
“You just entertained those other wolves to tease me?”
“Wanted to see if you wanted me back.” She mumbled sleepily, her eye lids getting heavy. “You proved yourself.”
Klaus smiled to himself, lying down around her and kissing her skin whilst she slept. He had proved himself. Knowing there was never really competition the whole time made his ego preen.
By the time he woke up, all the wolves knew Y/N had chosen him. They weren’t particularly happy with her decision but they also weren’t able to do anything about it. Hayley was shocked, and a little confused when she saw Klaus step out of the hut, shirtless and half asleep as he looked around for Y/N.
“Jesus…” she whispered under her breath as she looked at him. He’d certainly committed to his part. Hayley came over and grabbed his wrist to lead him away and talk to him but upon making contact, a force knocked Hayley off her feet.
The pack let out a collective gasp as their Alpha was hit to the floor, Y/N on top of her with her teeth bared. Although Hayley had the upper hand, she didn’t fight her, just let her jump back off and tug Klaus back inside.
“You’re meant to stay in.” She pushed him, causing him to chuckle as he stumbled.
“I hadn’t known I was becoming mates with a possessive little thing.” He grinned and she pulled him back down to her makeshift bed. His eyes dropped when she pulled her clothes back off. She already seemed to look a little different, her hips a little wider and her breasts fuller as she tugged her bra in frustration. “It’s alright.” He murmured, reaching behind her and unclipping it easily. Being a wolf for so long, especially whilst she was still so young, had meant that human things were a little more difficult for her at times. His hands came to replace her bra, cupping each breast in his hands.
“Sensitive.” She whispered, watching his thumbs brush over her already erect nipples.
“They are…” he swallowed thickly, his brow furrowing a little in confusion to her body’s changes.
“For breeding.” She told him upon his quizzical expression. Klaus’s eyes snapped up to hers.
“Breeding?” He let out a small laugh and she frowned.
“That’s what mates do.” She nodded and pulled his jeans back open. Klaus hesitated but let her undress him.
“Love, I don’t need any more children.” But upon the look on her face he quickly corrected himself, “not yet.”
“Then when?” She frowned, no longer interested in taking his boxers off.
“I don’t know…I didn’t realise…” he trailed, looking at the heartbreak in her face. He felt his stomach flip a little, of course that’s what she wanted a mate for. That’s why she wanted him to be so strong, to protect her and their pups. Klaus’s wolf whined in shame inside him.
“I think you should go.” Y/N told him, turning away. Klaus could hear the little sniffle in her voice.
“Y/N…” he moved forward pulling her to him and kissing the side of her face. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Can’t be my mate.” She whimpered and he frowned, holding her tighter.
“I am your mate.” He reminded, swallowing thickly and caressing her arms and legs comfortingly. “I’ll give you pups.” He promised, “just in a little while, okay?” Klaus took her chin in his hand and turned her to look at him. Her eyes were red and wet, her cheeks already stained with tears as she sniffed again.
She didn’t answer him, but Klaus refused to leave. He didn’t know how rejecting a mate worked but he knew that she hadn’t actually. She was just upset and scared.
Klaus laid her down against the furs and pulled his boxers off. Then he just laid next to her, their bare skin pressing against each other.
“Are you hungry, love?” He asked a while later but she made no indication that she was listening. Klaus kissed her head before pulling his clothes on and heading out to find something. When he returned with a hare, he walking in to find her sobbing her heart out into Jackson’s neck.
For a split second he was going to attack but Klaus quickly reminded himself that Jackson was the Alpha, that was the only reason she had confided in him.
Hayley came behind him, hand on his arm and this time Y/N didn’t attack.
“I think you should head back.” She nodded but Klaus shook his head.
“No, I said we’d have pups.” He frowned, walking over, dropping the dead animal and pulling Y/N off Jackson. “I promised I’d give you some, come here.” He pulled her onto his lap and Hayley sighed at the mess Klaus had made. “Shh.” He kissed her mouth, feeling relief when, despite her tears, she still kissed him back. He pulled her legs around his hips and bucked his hips up, mimicking sex. Jackson cleared his throat but Klaus didn’t pay him any attention as he laid Y/N on her back and repeated the motion until she was whining.
“Klaus you can’t just-“ but Hayley cut herself off when Klaus pulled Y/N’s clothes back off. Hayley and Jackson quickly left as Klaus pushed two of his fingers into her pussy, curling them into the spot he’d found not long ago.
“See, that’s better.” He whispered, kissing her face softly as she moaned.
“Daddy…” she whimpered and Klaus groaned, kissing her mouth deeply as he moved his fingers a little quicker.
“Good girl, I’ve got you.” He breathed against her, tugging her hair gently as she arched. “Good girl…come for Daddy.” He murmured, smiling to himself when she came on command.
Klaus kissed across her cheeks, pulling her to sit on his lap as he nuzzled her.
“Promise I’ll give you pups.” He whispered, holding her tight until he was sure that Y/N was no longer upset. Once she was calm in his hold, he set her down on the fur and moved to cook the hare he’d caught for her.
Y/N watched sleepily as he prepared and delivered the food, holding her back up and feeding her from his fingers again. “We have to get a new den.” She told him and Klaus raised a brow.
“For the pups?” He questioned and she shifted, clearly still uncomfortable about having to wait.
“And for us. It’s supposed to be ours.”
“Sweetheart, I don’t want to live in a hut.” He said and immediately he knew he was crossing another line. “We can still live in the woods-“ Klaus quickly assured, “but perhaps in a house…or a cottage or something.”
Y/N hadn’t been prepared for so many compromises. Had she of chosen one of the wolves in her pack, everything would be perfect. She’d already be bred, and her mate would build them a new spacious home.
Instead, she had chosen Klaus. The wild card. And now it was making sense as to why the others had been so funny about her choosing him.
Klaus caressed her thigh quietly as he watched her think. “I’ll build it myself.” He assured, having remembered that Jackson had build something for him and Hayley. “And we can still have a fire, and we can get more fur.”
As Klaus painted the picture, Y/N warmed to the idea.
“We could grow things?” She asked and Klaus quickly nodded.
“Of course, vegetables, fruits and herbs.” He listed and she giggled making him tilt his head.
“Herbs.” She corrected him, the ‘h’ silent and he chuckled.
“Herbs, love. With an H.” But Klaus only smiled when she corrected him again.
Y/N curled beside him when he laid a piece of A2 paper across the floor, sketching the plan to build their cottage and to map how the garden would be arranged. He hesitated for how many bedrooms, slightly afraid to ask how many pups she wanted.
“Love?” He asked quietly and she looked up to him. “How many rooms?”
“Only need three or four, one for us, one for Hope and one or two for some pups. They can share though.” She nodded and Klaus nodded quietly, smiling softly when she remembered to have a room for Hope.
“Do you have brothers and sisters?” He asked and she went quiet for a minute before speaking.
“I used to. Lots of the pack died when we were wolves though. Poachers and vampires picked us off.” She explained and Klaus softened, squeezing her hand gently. “There were only four of us though, so we all used to share.” Klaus smiled, it reminded him of when he was human and shared with his own siblings.
Soon, he was out in the forest every day, building the cottage up brick my brick. Y/N had originally insisted on wood, but Klaus was worried it wouldn’t be safe, that the fire might catch. Besides, Brick would be easier to insulate to keep her and the pups warm.
Y/N had become frustrated quickly with the lack of sex. Her wolf was becoming self conscious, like he didn’t really want her. Klaus had picked that up pretty quickly when she kept trying to keep her clothes on even when he touched her. She wouldn’t let her shirts off around him, not letting him look as he fingered her. Too shy to have his face back between her legs.
And so Klaus had to give in and buy a pack of condoms.
“Love…” he sighed, led beside her in their new bed in their new home. “You need to let me see you.” He pleaded, his own body bare despite her still being dressed, only her shorts and socks off.
“Can’t you do it like this?” She whispered and he frowned, seeing her shift uncomfortably.
“We don’t have to…” he murmured and she whimpered, quickly getting up and going to the bathroom. “Y/N!” Klaus climbed out of bed and went to the door, a sigh leaving his lips. “Love, I’m sorry. I want to, I was just worried you didn’t.”
Eventually she came back out, her clothes left in the bathroom. Klaus stood quickly from his seat at the end of the bed where he’d been waiting. His arms wrapped around her and he kissed her mouth gently.
“I love you, Y/N.” He murmured against her before sliding his hands down to squeeze her ass gently and lifting her up, placing her back down on the bed and settling between her legs. “Gonna look after you.” He whispered, his mouth leaving wet kisses down her neck and chest, licking over each nipple whilst his hand moved up her legs. He knew her well, his fingers knowing exactly where to touch and tease to make her wet and swollen enough.
“No pups?” She whispered and he shook his head as he tore the wrapper open.
“Soon, love. I just have some things I need to sort out, okay?” Klaus smiled once it was on, leaning down to kiss her mouth.
“How soon?” She questioned.
“Couple months?” He offered, his hands checking she was led comfortably on her back.
“Two months?” She checked and he smiled.
“Yes love. In two months, you can berate me until I breed you.” He chuckled but she smiled and he knew she’d take it seriously. “Now, you ready?” He asked and she nodded shyly. Klaus could smell her wolf coming and going from the surface. He let his eyes shine, his wolf present as he pushed his tip into her. Her eyes mirrored his as her hands shot up to grab him.
A whimper left her as he kept easing in, soon his hips flush against the backs of her thighs. Klaus groaned, his wolf rumbling in his chest at the feel of her finally around him. Y/N had her claws in his back, eyes closed as she stretched around him.
He moved slowly, feeling her body clench around him eagerly. Klaus smiled when she whispered for him but not his name, instead a breathy “Daddy” was called. Something she had come to call him during pleasure, something to moan when her body shook and she couldn’t form any other words.
“Good girl.” He praised as he pulled out slowly and thrust back in. Klaus listened to her wolf whine, the look in her eyes docile and needy as her wolf submitted to his instinctively.
His muscles flexed as her claws dug in. She only moaned and tried to retract her claws so her hands could stroke his back to feel him. Klaus chuckled softly and drew his hips back again.
“I’m glad to see my physique still impresses you.” He smiled and she giggled back at him before the breath was knocked out of her lungs when he bucked back into her deeply. “Something to say, love?” He teased as he built a steady rhythm.
“Daddy” she whined again and he hummed, grabbing her hips and lifting her body up to his. Her hips moved with his, her wolf too eager to simply lay beneath his. Her face nuzzled him quickly, searching for a spot along his neck. Klaus groaned, his breathing shaky as she bit down.
“Y/N…love…” he whispered, his hips stuttering as she released him. “Fuck” he breathed. He could feel her venom inside him, he knew the wound wouldn’t heal. That whole mating thing wasn’t just emotional, she was actually tethered to him now.
“Please?” She begged softly, looking to him desperately as she continued to ride his cock. Klaus’s nodded soundlessly before burying his face into her neck, biting down gently to start with before pushing his fangs down too.
Y/N whined happily, her eyes sparkling as she moved erratically against him. Klaus groaned as he released her, licking over the wound as his hand dipped down between them. “It’s alright” he whispered, stroking her clit gently. “Daddy’s here.” He breathed and she bit back down into his wounds again as she came undone. Her hips continued to buck, her wolf crying within her to keep going.
Klaus held the back of her head, his other hand still on her pussy as he pressed her up against the headboard so he could thrust into her easier. He groaned loudly as he came, trying to soothe her when she cried that she couldn’t feel it.
“I know sweetheart,” he panted, feeling how desperate she was for his cum. Being inside her directly connected her wolf to his. He could feel his mind clouding, wanting to rip the stupid condom off.
However, he knew he couldn’t bring more children to the world until he was sure they would be safe. Hope’s first year of life had been hell, Klaus couldn’t knowingly put Y/N through that too. So, he managed to pull out, and to calm her down.
Y/N was feral for the first few weeks, her wolf in desperate need to keep fucking until she was pregnant, even if she knew the condom wouldn’t allow it.
Her wolf knew instantly when Klaus was ready. He’d only just closed the front door when she tackled him, scrambling to get his clothes off. Klaus laughed, carrying her to the couch whilst shedding both their clothes.
“Promise?” She panted and he nodded, letting her sink down on his bare cock. A snarl bubbled in his chest, his wolf forcing itself into control as he quickly began to take her.
“Gonna have…so many pups.” He panted, his voice gravelly as he felt her arms wrap around his neck and her legs round his waist as he thrust, her body jolting up and down against him.
“Gotta- go harder-“ she whined and Klaus groaned, nipping her neck and ear as he hoisted her up a little.
“Any harder,” he panted, his hands gripping her tight. “and you’ll break.”
But Y/N was determined. She whined and clawed at the back of his neck, her head going back as her wolf threatened to howl.
“Love-“ he grunted, the pain bleeding into pleasure as she sliced his skin across his back. Klaus dug his own claws into her, relishing in the better control it gave him as he pound into her. Y/N cried a moan, her back arching.
“Please cum!” She whimpered and Klaus laughed breathlessly as he pushed her back against the sofa.
“Baby…” he whispered, his brow furrowing as he got closer.
“Please Daddy.” She begged and he groaned loudly, leaning down to kiss her mouth desperately. He swallowed her whines and reached down to play with her clit as he fucked harder. “Please…” she whispered again, eyes wet with tears.
Klaus panted a moan when she came around him, but she just kept crying for him to cum inside her. His hips stuttered and he let out a sound of confusion mixed with pleasure as he came. Y/N wrapped around him in a bear hug. Refusing to let him go. Klaus groaned, trying to pull away but he couldn’t.
“Love, I can’t…” he frowned a little, but Y/N only kept nuzzling.
“Stop movin” she whimpered.
“Baby, I can’t-“
“Stop tryna pull the knot out!” She cried at him as his mouth snapped shut. Klaus looked down at their connected bodies before gently rolling them over so he was led in the couch and she was led on him.
“Sorry, love. I didn’t know.” He murmured, his eyes suddenly heavy as she continued to nuzzle him, her mouth settling over his mating mark and piercing the skin again with her teeth.
Klaus woke a while later, a moan in his lips as he cracked his eyes open. Y/N was still on top of him, but her hands were on his chest and her hips were rocking above him. Klaus could feel her milking his cock again, her body slick with sweat as she kept bouncing. A shaky breath left him as his body shuddered and his cock was stuck back inside her again. She settled back down, head back in his neck.
“How many times you done that, hm love?” He asked, still barely awake as he caressed her back.
“Three” she mumbled and he smiled.
“Good girl” he praised, kissing the top of her head lovingly. “I’m sure you’re gonna be full of pups now.” He whispered and she snuggled closer.
And he was right.
Even when the pregnancy test came back positive, she kept making him fill her up, just in case.
Once she was round and swollen, Klaus only left the cottage to get food. Hayley dropped and picked up Hope, who stayed half the week.
He looked after her religiously, caressing her belly, massaging her feet and preparing meals. Y/N had tried to help but Klaus could see how tired she was, how big she was getting and he knew why. He could hear three separate heartbeats, not including her own.
“It’s going to be okay, love.” He assured, holding her hand tight as she cried. “Just keep pushing, ready?” Klaus counted her down, helping her deliver each baby until two boys and a girl were bundled up in cloth and settled down in their cribs.
Y/N trusted him quietly, letting him move her and the children around until they were all in bed against clean sheets.
“There we go.” He whispered as he settled down on the bed, their three pups between them. He admired them silently, watching Y/N stroke their soft faces and smile down at them.
Soon his siblings were allowed over.
“What’re their names?” Rebekah asked she held one of the little boys to her chest.
“He’s Eli.” Y/N smiled and Elijah turned to look at Klaus, his eyes soft and curious. Niklaus only nodded at him, the two sharing a smile before Y/N continued.
“Then Elijah’s holding Henry, and I’ve got Maria like Mary.” She smiled, looking to Hayley who knew the elder wolf well.
The three infants were passed around until one by one they grew restless and hungry, by which point, Klaus was ushering them out so they Y/N could breast feed.
When the pups slept, Y/N slept. Leaving Klaus to sit and admire them. Being chosen as Y/N’s mate was the best thing that had ever happened to him.
So now, he’d dedicate his time to be the best mate and father he could be.
Hi i see your post about the request ,i love your work so when i see your post i thinking it was an opportunity. So i have a request if is it okay for you i want to know if is it possible to make a story klaus x fairy reader , maybe like wood fairy or garden fairy . I don’t have context sorry . But thank you so much . Have a great day .
Magical Inquiries
Summary: Klaus can tell Y/N is something, he just can’t quite put his finger on it. Once he figures it out, he can’t help but be entranced by her.
The Mikaelson’s hadn’t taken much interest in fairies throughout the centuries. Their powers were usually purely for good. They could enhance natural elements, calm the sea and encourage plants to grow.
Klaus had only met a few, and often he was in the middle of too much trouble to really appreciate their presence.
That was until he met Y/N.
She was Hope’s teacher at school and just from seeing her in the doorway of the classroom, he could tell there was something supernatural about her. His instincts had sat on edge and he felt his senses sharpen, but her scent wasn’t strong enough to be wolf or vampire and there wasn’t that same radiation of power that witches oozed. It was something delicate and subtle, but he knew it was something.
It was only when he sat down at a parent teacher meeting, Hayley and himself at the table in front of her, that he managed to catch a glimpse of her ears that were carefully hidden by her hair. When she tucked a strand back, he managed to see their unique shape, the kind of point that couldn’t be human.
“Hope’s been doing really well in her art lessons.” She smiled, laying down some paintings in front of them. “We only get to do two hours of art a week at the moment, but she’s a very creative child.” Her hands pulled more things from her sides. “She gets really into reading too, and music. The arts really call to her.” Her eyes brightened and Klaus concentrated, watching and noticing the slight glimmer of purple and green that briefly flickered across her irises.
“Well that makes sense.” Hayley smiled, nudging Klaus with her elbow. “Just like her Dad.”
Y/N perked at the information.
“Oh are you an artist of sorts? Hope’s never really said what either of you do for work.” She smiled and Klaus hummed in faint amusement.
“I paint and sketch, occasionally use charcoal.” He nodded and she beamed, shifting forward in her seat.
“We’d love to have you come into a lesson sometime, to show the children that there’s still successful artists in the modern age.” She was eager and Hayley felt her face pulling into a grin as her hand came to pay Klaus’s shoulder.
“Oh, he definitely will.” She agreed, assuming Klaus’s intense gaze was due to attraction rather than suspicion.
“That would be great.” Y/N smiled and tilted her head. “What is it you do, Mrs Mikaelson?” She asked and Hayley barked a laugh.
“Hayley, Marshall.” She reintroduced, “we’re not married or anything. I’m actually dating his brother.”
Y/N offered an unsure smile, not sure whether to laugh or brush it off or what.
“Oh.” She answered, and nodded. “Well, sorry for my assumption. I should’ve had it written down somewhere.” She glanced down, looking at her sticky notes a little anxiously.
“Oh no, it doesn’t matter I just thought you might want to know.” Hayley tried to hint, tried to push the idea throughout the meeting. Eventually, Klaus kicked her leg after she made Y/N blush darker than a tomato and stumble over her words.
At the end, she stood and shook each of their hands. Her expression fell just slightly and in that moment, Klaus became certain of what she was.
He made sure to catch her gaze each drop off and pick up.
He’d even bumped into her a few times in town. Klaus had helped her pick out crystals from a stall, reminding her of their qualities when she couldn’t quite remember.
“I’m trying to expand my herb garden.” She told him as he reached for the healthiest looking basil plant.
“Your garden must thrive.” He mused and she was quiet. But they both knew, and they both knew that the other knew.
“Are afraid of me?” Klaus had asked her after asking her on a date to dinner, she had been so uncertain and fidgety as she gave an unclear response.
“What? Of course not!” She immediately denied and he pursed his lips in thought as he stepped closer, watching to see if she’d step back.
“I have no intentions of exploiting your magic.” He stated, for the first time directly addressing her secret. “I simply enjoy your company.”
“I didn’t mean to imply that you were.” Her head shook and he frowned a little.
“You don’t have to agree to dinner if you don’t want to.”
“No, I do! It’s just, well you’re a students parent.” She reminded and he blinked at her. He’d been so caught up in supernatural statuses that he hadn’t considered any ethical implications she may face.
“Oh. Are there rules?” His questioned.
“Well…not written rules.”
“Splendid. So I’ll see you Saturday evening?” His hands clapped and his smile grew.
It took a few dates for him to be invited into her home, for him to help undo the tight wraps around her body to reveal the effervescent wings that begged to be free.
Her face was red when he cupped her face, his fingers gently touching her ears.
“You’re so beautiful.” Klaus murmured, looking into her shimmering eyes whilst her wings fluttered naturally behind her.
“The kids can be cruel at times.” She admitted and he frowned, tracing the shape of her ears with quiet admiration.
“Pay them no mind.” His head shook and his lips pressed to her forehead.
Klaus was confident he could help her learn to love her wings. To highlight her ears instead of hide them.
He would tell her how perfect she was every second of every day.
For the first real time, he was able to appreciate the nature of a fairy.
Ok I kinda need klaus and an over jealous reader who is even more jealous than him and can't stand him even looking at anyone and it's toxic and paranoid and crazy because we have a lot of stories with klaus like that and we need more yandere reader
Never Let Me Go
Summary: After being cheated on and left by others, it’s hard not to become suspicious and worried when someone finally accepts me for who I am.
I’d met Klaus at an event. He’d been making his way through the women, charming and dancing with everyone. So it was obvious that he was a hard man to keep down in the first place.
“Come on, love. It’s just a dance.” His hand brushed mine again, he’d been following me around the hall after I’d said no. Nobody had denied his hand before me, I could tell he enjoyed the chase.
“I don’t want to dance.” I shrugged and he chuckled, the sound a low rumble that made something within me stir.
“You were just dancing with that gentleman over there.” He reminded and I rolled my eyes.
“Well then, I don’t want to dance with you.” I countered and he hummed. Despite my words, I didn’t protest when his hands slid up my waist, his chest pressing to my back and his hips pressing against my ass in a deliberate way.
“Now I know that’s just not true.” He whispered, his words so quiet I strained to hear him. “I can feel how much you want to.” He murmured but I knew he wasn’t talking about dancing. I knew what he was, everyone in town did and everyone was curious as to how he’d be in bed. Over 900 years of experience would’ve given him a fair few tricks.
“I don’t want to dance.” I repeated, turned over my shoulder to glance at him.
“Then what, pray tell, do you want to do?” His eyes crinkled a little at the sides, his lips upturning.
I didn’t think that I would actually end up in his bed. His fingers stroking every inch of me, followed by his tongue. I’d barely been able to move by morning. Klaus continued to lounge whilst I was essentially immobile.
“What’re you doing?” I mumbled sleepily when he lifted my arm, lifting it to rest against the bed above my head.
“Sketching you.” He murmured, his hand moving my leg. When he pushed my thighs apart, I used what strength I had left to close them. My face was hot, a little embarrassed at the idea. “Come now, love. I’ll let you see it after.” He pushed my legs apart before flicking my nipples until they stayed hard. “Good…stay like that.” And I did.
At some point, I went back to sleep. When I woke, he’d sketched it once and painted me across a large canvas.
“Oh…” I swallowed thickly, looking at the pornographic image of myself. He hummed, barely paying attention as he added to the details of the sheets. “What will you do with it?” I asked, a little anxious.
“Add it to my collection.” He said dismissively and I felt my slight embarrassment deepen into humiliation.
I gathered my things whilst he continued to perfect his art. I pulled the broken dress back on, wiping my eyes each time they threatened to spill. But when I finally got out of his bedroom door, he appeared in front of me. I jumped, stumbling in the heels I’d worn causing my ankle to twist. His hands caught me, pulling me back to stand upright.
“Where are you going?” He asked and I let go of his arms.
“Back home.” I answered, “where else would I go?”
“Well why are you leaving so soon?” He frowned and I mirrored the expression. I glanced back at his canvas, at my own body graphically on display. Another piece for his collection. Another conquest to add to the list.
“Because I should never have stayed here.” I murmured, turning and looking past him to the stairs. The same stairs he had carried me up the night before.
“Has my art offended you, love?” He questioned, his hand coming to my waist. “I can paint over your face if you’d like.” But that offer only offended me more.
“I have to go.” I repeated, pushing his hands off and getting home quickly. I knew I had to stay away. I had always been a little too needy, too possessive over people. Any relationships had ended due to jealousy and accusations.
I knew that Klaus was the last person to remain loyal, to want a long lasting relationship. That was even clearer after his painting. He filled his time with various women, in various places. And occasionally, he enjoyed a chase.
Which is what I forced myself to believe when he continued to follow me around town.
“I’ve framed the piece, love. It hangs in my room, though I’d much prefer the real deal come back to my bed.” He’d tease, his hands always wondering no matter where we were or what I was meant to be doing.
I’d always end up against him again. Often beneath him, trying not to get too controlling. I needed to stay calm; casual. But I wasn’t a casual person. I was reminded of that when he’d invited me to another event at his home but I’d seen him kissing another.
I felt furious, and embarrassed, and sick all at once. I left quickly, almost running out of the courtyard to get back home but his hand had caught me, spinning me straight into his chest with a surprised yelp. He looked at me quizzically.
“I thought you’d at least yell.” He scoffed, but the sound was more amused than offended or annoyed.
“What?” I whispered. Klaus only glanced me over and swiped his thumb over my cheek, wiping away a tear I hadn’t felt drop.
“I had only wanted to make you a little jealous, love.” He chuckled, his arm snaking around my waist and pulling me back to him. “Imagine my surprise when you went as pale as a ghost and ran.”
“You did it on purpose?” I blinked at him, confused and conflicted. He must’ve known about my last relationships, he must’ve wanted a show. For me to yell in front of everyone and look like a fool once again. I turned quickly, walking away once more.
“Love,” he called, his footsteps still following as I raced to my house. I tried not to close my eyes. Tried not to remember witnessing my last boyfriend in bed with another, or the one before that, or the one before that. “Love, don’t cry.” His voice slipped into my ears, the warmth of him suddenly around me as I let out a sob. “I just thought you’d get a little jealous.” He whispered, his hold tightening. “Shh…forgive me.”
And while I did try to forgive and forget, I couldn’t help but be paranoid that he knew and that it entertained him to play with me. When he spoke to another woman, I wondered if it was another decoy. If he was trying to make me jealous again.
“Love, why won’t you just come. You’ve come to all the other things in thrown.” He frowned, unhappy with my refusal to attend his events.
“I just don’t want to.”
I couldn’t watch others flaunt over him, hear them whisper, judge me and judge him for wanting me. I couldn’t watch him dance with them, smile at them, even look at them.
“Y/N, I promise I won’t do anything like that again.” He whispered, his hand squeezing mine as his frown deepened. “I had just wanted to rile you up a little. I didn’t think you’d be so upset.”
I didn’t know how he’d lasted so long in town without finding out about my past. I was surprised every day that one of his admirers hadn’t decided to spoil it to him, hadn’t driven him away yet.
But eventually, he did know.
Klaus had asked me over, when I arrived he had lit his manor with candles and sat with me as we ate a dinner that he had prepared himself. I thought something was a little off, but of course I always thought something was wrong. It was only once the moon was high and I lay half asleep on top his nude body that he mentioned it.
“I heard some whispers in town today.” He admitted, his fingers drawing shapes against my back as I tensed. “Had I of known, I would never have tried to tease you by kissing that girl.” His words sounded sincere and I wanted to say it was okay, that it didn’t matter, but not words or sound would escape me as he caressed me. “I don’t know how any man could be so foolish as to want someone else.” He whispered, “How could anyone leave someone as darling as you?” He asked, his hand cupping my cheek to tilt my head back to see him. I knew my face was wet with tears, that I’d cried onto his chest and wetted his skin too.
“I just…” I sniffed and hiccuped but he didn’t laugh or mock me. He looked more solemn than I did. “I’m too much.”
“No love.” He kissed my mouth, the taste of my tears sinking into both of us. “There’s no such thing as too much of you.”
His words had felt better than anything. Any touch from any one, any amount of love I’d felt for anyone else seemed to feel like nothing compared to what I felt for him in that moment.
I didn’t have to ask how things would work, Klaus was already talking about our future as if I were already a vampire.
“You’ll feed from me, love.” He murmured as he stroked my shoulder where his teeth marks remained. “It’s intimate for vampires…” he whispered, tracing the little wounds that ended up scarring.
He didn’t mention that everything about me would be heightened. That the jealousy would be crippling agony.
I knew he was just eating, he hadn’t even spoke to the girl before biting her but she was just so pretty. Her hair so long and her body so soft. I dragged Klaus off her, not caring that blood went everywhere and her head nearly came off.
“Love!” He yelled, angry and hungry.
“Just take mine.” I whimpered, pushing his head to my throat instead. My eyes pricked with tears when he drank, he was right; it was intimate. And even though I knew it didn’t feel as intimate for a human, I couldn’t help but imagine that it did.
“Sweetheart, if I keep feeding from you, you’ll desiccate.” He frowned, stroking my cold skin. “I promise I’ll only drink from men.” But that only helped for so long.
I felt like I was in a constant spiral, like he was on the verge of leaving, finding someone; anyone else. So I tried to push him away first. But he caught on quick.
“You can’t lie to me, love.” He murmured, his teeth scraping my neck making me moan. “You love me too much to be able to stop.”
I don’t suggest blood bags, Klaus just started stocking them. We drank from bags and each other, that way I didn’t get so stressed but we were still strong.
It had been just us for so long, I didn’t want to go to his birth place for him to become a hybrid. I didn’t want him to change, because what if it changed something about him. What if he didn’t feel the same towards me anymore.
“Love, I’ve been trying to break this curse for a thousand years.” He reminded. It was the only topic he got defensive about.
“You can’t feed from her!” I yelled, but I knew it was the ritual. He had to drink the doppelgänger dry. But after seeing sketches of what she looked like, how gorgeous she was, I couldn’t get her face out of my head.
“I have to!” He yelled back and I felt my chest tighten, panic swirling within me as I backed up, my hands feeling the walls to find the door as my eyes watered. Klaus would always catch me more I left, his arms bringing me down to the floor whilst he shushed me softly. “I’m sorry.” He’d whisper, his lips brushing my head as he rubbed my shaking arms. “I promise I won’t hold her, only my teeth will touch her.” But I still couldn’t bear it.
Which was why he had to desiccate me for a few days whilst he lifted his curse. I would’ve ended up killing Elena out of my own jealousy, I couldn’t do that Klaus. I couldn’t take away his true self any longer.
I could see him just slightly when he returned. I felt his warmth surround me, his scent stronger and his blood richer as I drank quickly. The feeling of starvation hit as soon as I got a drop.
I frowned when I saw him. I looked around and saw that I’d been led in a coffin, not a bed. And I was surrounded by other coffins too.
“How…how long have I been in there?” I asked, already scared. I knew how long he’d kept his siblings away.
“Only a few months.” He whispered but I shook my head.
“You promised it would be a week at most!” I climbed out of it quickly, pushing his hands away when he tried to help.
“I had to find wolves to turn, love. You wouldn’t have been able to handle it all.” He sighed, his hands fixing the neckline of my dress, he was fiddling, trying not to look at me directly, so he didn’t have to face what he’d done. “There’s going to be a dinner party tonight.” He whispered, his hands coming to hold my face. “Elijah will be there, and then two other vampires. Stefan and Damon Salvatore.”
“I don’t want to go.” I mumbled and he nodded, his forehead coming down to press to mine.
“All of your things are in my room, come on.” I followed quietly behind him, still upset by his actions. I saw a man down the hall, his expression intrigued before we went up stairs. “Ignore Elijah.” Klaus muttered, tugging me a little so I’d keep up.
The room was perfect. I knew he had designed it for how I would have. Except for the painting on the wall. I groaned and covered my face in my hands. “Take that down.” I laughed and he chuckled, his face nuzzling into the side of my neck.
“But it’s my favourite.” He murmured, his tone lowering as he nipped my skin. “I’ve missed you.”
“Then you should’ve woken me earlier.” I whispered back and he nodded against me.
“I know, I’m sorry.” His words sounded real, his eyes full of earnest as I looked to him. “I’ll never do it again.”
“I wont forgive you if you do.”
I don’t think he would have had much of a chance to, not after that night when all of his siblings and his mother had been woken. I paced the bedroom for hours, listening to them yelling downstairs. Eventually, he came back to bed and moved to lay over me, his weight keeping me against him.
“It’s okay.” I whispered, stroking his back gently whilst he fed from my shoulder. “It’s going to be okay.”
But it was all so tense. The next morning I sat beside him, caressing his arm whilst he tried to sketch. His mother wanted to throw a ball to celebrate the reunion, Klaus knew I didn’t want to but I knew I needed to, so that things didn’t get worse. Kol was continuous with snarky remarks against Klaus, Rebekah was just as pissed. Klaus kept himself quiet, eventually giving up with his art and pulling me to his lap.
“I’m hungry.” He mumbled, searching for a spot along my throat. I glanced over, feeling Kol’s amused stare as his brother drank from me. I rest against him once he was done, my fingers between his as he closed his eyes.
“I’m tired.” I whispered and he hummed. I wasn’t tired, neither was he. But it acted as an excuse for us to back upstairs, to climb into bed. “Can they hear?” I asked quietly as he tugged his pants open.
“No, the rooms are all noise proof.” He explained before crawling over me, his mouth pressed to mine and I swallowed his taste before parting my lips to welcome him back. I moaned softly into him, my fingers curling into his shirt when he pushed into me. I laughed when he moaned back, his body moving with a tenderness he rarely used in bed. “Been so long.” He mumbled, his lips still against mine.
“I love you” I whispered, pulling away just a little to look into his eyes. He smiled, the little crinkle at his eyes making me stroke his face with my thumb.
“I love you too.” He murmured, his hips pushing forward slowly. “More than you know.”
But I still couldn’t help but doubt it when at the ball. He’d gone to grab drinks when I overheard people talking.
“We’ll use Caroline to distract Klaus, he’s got a thing for her.” I felt that familiar dread and began to look around. I frowned when I saw her, I recognised the bracelet on her wrist from his collection. I walked off, keeping out of sight when he returned. I watch her approach, he looked nervous, his laugh awkward. I couldn’t tell if it was because she made him nervous or because he was nervous as to how I would react.
When her hand touched his arm, I felt sick. I must’ve made a sound because his head turned and his eyes found me immediately. Quickly, she was left in her place whilst he rushed over.
“You said you’d stay right there.” He murmured, kissing my cheek and slotting the drink into my hand. “She’s no one.”
“Why does she have that bracelet?” I asked and he wrapped his arm round me, squeezing my hip.
“It’s all just apart of the plan okay?”
“What plan?” I frowned, looking up at him. “Do you like her?”
“No” he answered quickly, his voice still quiet as to not gain any attention. “No, of course not. I just need them to think that I do.”
“Why?”
“So they don’t hurt you.” But I didn’t trust him. He’d kept me in a coffin for months and now had a ‘fake’ interest in the girl.
“I don’t care. Take the bracelet back.” I shook my head and he sighed, annoyed.
“Love-“
“No. Get it back.”
I went up to our room, and stayed up there until he returned with the bracelet in hand. I stayed quiet as he wrapped it around my wrist, clasping it on and lacing his fingers with mine. I let his arm round me and leant to his body. I was still getting used to how warm his skin had become since lifting his curse.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered, his hand squeezing mine. I could feel that he meant it, but I still worried.
I didn’t understand why he was playing games with these people. I didn’t like whatever friendship he seemed to crave from Stefan, he tried to tell me of his time in the 20s, just before he met me, but I could feel that darkness swirling in me again.
“Love, you can’t control whether I go out or not.” He argued but I was still blocking the door.
“Why do you have to go? You have the hybrids-“
“Who you don’t want me talking to.” He interjected and I huffed. “I’m going. I’ll come back, alright?”
But it wasn’t alright. And when his hands pulled me aside, and I could feel him slipping away, I did what I could to keep him there.
“Love!” He yelled when my teeth sunk into his neck. I could barely register what I was doing before he was on the ground. When I relaxed my jaw and I pulled back, I was ready for him to be angry. To grab me and put me back upstairs.
But when I looked up at him, his blood dripping from my chin, he didn’t look mad. I watched his Adam’s Apple bob before his mouth was on mine. I relaxed against him, my fingers curling into his jacket. I moaned when his hands grabbed my hips, pulling me further on top of him.
I breathed heavily, pulling away and realising we were half outside and half inside. Klaus squeezed my hip, I glanced behind into the house and grabbed his shoulders, using my strength and speed to get us into our bed. His chuckle rang through me as I pushed his shirt up. He let it over his head easily before tugging mine off too. I unlooped his belt and smiled when his hips lifted for me to get his jeans and boxers down enough.
“I love when you’re like this.” He murmured, his hands helping the rest of my clothes off so I could sink onto his cock.
“Like what?” I breathed, my hips rolling slowly as I looked down at him.
“Jealous.” He smirked, his eyes almost sparkling as he thrust his hips up to meet me. “Possessive.”
I moaned in response and lay my palms on his chest before rocking against him. I could feel my eyes blurring, my heart racing as I moved faster. His hands brushed up my back, his words barely intelligible. Until two words seemed to stand out.
“Bite me.”
I looked at him, my eyes focusing onto him. I felt his fingers tugging my hair, trying to get me to lean down.
“Bite me again, love.”
And so I did. I bit from his shoulder to his jaw, leaving dots of blood everywhere.
When I opened my eyes, I was dressed, covers wrapped around me and my body curled against his. The curtains were still open, the sun high in the sky, but we stayed led in bed for the rest of the day, occasionally feeding from each other and touching one another until we were tired again.
“I don’t want you with those people anymore.” I whispered and he hummed, still nuzzling my neck. “I mean it.”
“Mm, you threatening me, love?” He teased, an amused smile on his face. I narrowed my eyes and kissed him softly.
“Not you.” I mumbled against him. “But I’ll hurt them.”
And when he still tried to play his games. I ended up killed the beloved Caroline to prove a point. But Klaus only laughed.
“Did you truly believe I would be upset, my love?” He smiled, his arms round my waist and pulling me close “I’m only upset you didn’t do it in front of me.”
“In front of you?” I asked, tilting my head. I’d killed for him, or because of him before already but I’d never done it infront of him. I didn’t want him to think I was actually crazy.
“Y/N, I love you so.” He rest his head against mine, his warmth enveloping me once again. “I knew from that first time I tried to make you jealous, just what you were.” I didn’t like his wording, that I was a ‘what’ but I could tell he didn’t mean anything by it. “And I love that about you.”
“I’d do anything for you.” I whispered, my eyes stinging a little as he cupped my face.
“I know.” He nodded, and I pressed to him. “I know you will.”
My eyes closed when he kissed my head. He was the only person that had accepted me, and continued to accept me for the last hundred years.
I didn’t matter how mad I got, how controlling I was over him. He wasn’t angry at me, he wasn’t going to leave me. And that was all I’d ever wanted.
Summary: Y/N was a wolf Klaus slept with not long after Hayley. He hadn’t had time to track her down to check if she too had gotten pregnant, turns out he didn’t need to find her, she would hand delivered, baby in tow.
Klaus had met Y/N in a bar. She was sweet and shy and completely untouched by darkness despite being a werewolf. Klaus had taken her back to a hotel room and deflowered her among the sheets. He’d taken pleasure and pride in being her first, even if he had no intentions of seeing her again.
The memory of her had briefly flashed through his mind when he found out Hayley was pregnant. He had slept with Y/N rather soon after Hayley, was it possible he had impregnated another wolf? Klaus pondered it but the idea was swept away with all the other drama he had tangled himself in.
So it was quite the surprise when he stood in the witches cemetery again, arms folded as he waited for Genevieve to make her big reveal, and Y/N was pushed out in front of him. Eyes wet and scared as she kept begging for something through the gag.
Klaus frowned and looked to the witch, his expression slipping into something more dangerous when another witch emerged holding a baby. One that drew an immediate cry of desperation from Y/N.
Nobody had time to threaten or do anything before both witches lay dead on the floor with snapped necks and Klaus held the baby. He couldn’t help but stare for a second, immediately finding the similarities between the little girl and himself. His head turned when Y/N whimpered again and he quickly came over, pulling the cloth out of her mouth and breaking the restraints from when wrists and ankles.
The infant was stolen from his arms, cradled lovingly as she cried quietly.
Klaus swallowed thickly, his hand coming to rest on her shoulder gently. “Y/N?” He whispered, checking it was definitely her.
Her eyes opened, looking back at him as she held her daughter a little tighter. “I didn’t think you’d want anything to do with us.” She sniffed. “Especially not enough to come take us in the night.” Her eyes still welled with tears and Klaus quickly shook his head.
“I didn’t order anybody to do this, love. I had no idea you’d had my child.” He quickly assured, feeling his own heart race as she looked at him with fear. “I didn’t know, love, I promise.” He cupped her face, attempting to convey how much he meant it through his eyes.
Y/N sniffed and searched his expression before nodding, believing him.
He glanced her down slowly, feeling worse when he realised the witches had literally plucked them from sleep. She as in pajamas, the little girl too.
Klaus brought her home immediately, his hand not leaving her as they went straight up to his room.
“What’s her name?” He had asked quietly on the way back in the car.
“Willow.” She answered, watching his eyes dart to his daughter’s sleeping face
“She’s beautiful”
Rebekah thought so too. The blonde couldn’t stop taking pictures of her and telling Y/N how devastated she was that they hadn’t known earlier.
“We have to get back home soon.” Y/N told them all one night at dinner and Klaus had immediately frowned.
“This is your home now.” His confusion was almost comical.
“I used all my savings on our house.” She told him, sadness filling her at the idea of not returning. “All Willow’s things are at home.”
So they went to visit this house of theirs
Klaus was in awe of the domesticated scene. Of the baby toys and items scattering the rooms. Things messy yet organised all at once.
He sat silently as Y/N read a story book to Willow, her tone changing for the different characters. His mouth twitched into a smile at her growing facial expressions.
“I don’t have a spare room.” She told him, her face blushing pink as she scratched the back of her neck. “I can get some spare blankets for you?” She offered and Klaus blinked at her.
With reluctance but without complaint, he slept on her couch with the spare blanket and one of her pillows. The scent of lavender filled his nose as he rest against it, his eyes fluttering closed easily.
The other Mikaelsons stayed at home, they were confident that Klaus would convince Y/N to come back to New Orleans.
However, he wasn’t so sure that was what was best. Not when he woke up in the night, thinking he’d heard Willow’s cries, climbed up the stairs and found Y/N nursing their baby to her naked chest.
Her eyes had gone wide and her face red when she realised he was there and one of Willows square blankets was hastily held over her bare skin.
“Oh god-“ she whimpered and Klaus smiled, amused by the innocent exclamation.
“It’s alright love, I’ve seen it all before.” He teased before coming to crouch down beside the rocking chair, gently moving the blanket to watch his child feed. “Besides, I’m not here to make you feel uncomfortable. I want to be here for you, both of you.” He murmured, his fingers gently stroking his daughter’s head, feeling the soft little hairs that had grown just barely.
“Okay…” Y/N shifted, adjusting Willow’s position making the baby fuss for a moment before latching back on. Klaus glanced up, seeing slight discomfort in the way Y/N’s brows pinched together.
“What’s wrong?” He asked immediately, his hand coming to the top of her back gently.
“Nothing, she’s just not getting much…” she mumbled, carefully moving Willow over to her other breast. Klaus watched her hand cup her own breast in a ‘C’ shape, encouraging the milk into Willow’s mouth.
When he noticed Y/N’s eyes starting to flutter, he gently replaced her hand, holding her breast with no vulgar intentions as she whispered to him how to do it better.
“Like that?” He asked and she nodded.
“Yeah, that’s good. See? She’s content.” Y/N smiled, both of them now watching Willow’s happy face.
Klaus helped put her back down to sleep, having Y/N guide him. His eyes lingered on their child as she slept peacefully. A slither of guilt wrapped around him, because he should have tried to find her when he found out he could have children. He had known deep down. Y/N had the same guilt for not finding him too.
“I’m really glad you’re here.” She whispered and he looked to her, a warm smile gracing his face as he leaned to gently kiss the corner of her mouth, careful not to look back down at her bare chest that she now clumsily tried to cover again with the little blanket. “I’ll see you in the morning.” Y/N smiled, heading back to her bedroom and letting Klaus admire their little girl for a moment longer before heading back down to the living room.
In the morning, Willow was sat in her bouncer babbling and squealing at him as he held different toys out in front of her.
He glanced over his shoulder seeing Y/N leant over the kitchen counter, caressing her temples gently whilst the kettle boiled and the toaster dinged. Again, a swirl of guilt hit him and Klaus got up, heading over to help her.
“Jam?” He questioned, undoing the jar of strawberry when she nodded and spreading it over her toast. He set it down in front of her, followed by decaf coffee, she told him Willow couldn’t have caffeine in her milk. Then he returned to Willow, keeping her entertained until Y/N was ready to feed her again.
“Can I?” He asked, wanting to help again. Y/N only smiled and helped him hold her right to ensure Willow was drinking.
“So, how old is Hope?” She asked.
“Almost eight months.” He smiled and Y/N tilted her head.
“Willow’s only six. I wonder if they’ll be in the same class at school.” Y/N mused and Klaus hummed, looking up at her quietly.
Things had fallen much easier into place with Y/N. No Dahlia, no Esther or Mikael.
Just Y/N and Willow.
Within a week, Klaus knew he wasn’t going to be bringing them back to New Orleans. No, very much the opposite. Instead, he brought everyone else to her.
Everyone was moving into their own houses throughout the neighbourhood and visiting frequently.
Hayley came over often, wanting to learn techniques and advice from Y/N because even though Willow was younger, Y/N had spent more time with Willow than Hayley had been able to spend with Hope. Y/N had more experience than Hayley.
At times, her eyes would prick with tears, like when Willow sat up for the first time with no support and everyone had happened to be around for dinner. They had all clapped and cheered, Y/N was overjoyed and Klaus had kissed her without thinking.
Not that anybody mentioned that. Y/N had gone bright red and turned back to Willow to celebrate her.
Or when Y/N would ask to have some privacy so she could breast feed, something Hayley couldn’t do after Hope got used to being bottle fed whilst away with Rebekah.
It was a completely different story for Y/N and Klaus. Things were just easier.
Y/N put her foot down, she didn’t want to live in a big house with everybody. She didn’t want to hear about witches and vampires.
Klaus would assure her that everything would be fine on the full moon, when she would go out into the woods and he would stay home alone with Willow and sometimes Hope too. Turns out looking after two infants was quite the handful.
Y/N would come home to find him fast asleep still sat up on the couch, both babies asleep in their cribs.
Klaus finally felt like a father.
He finally knew that Mikael hadn’t completely screwed him up. He was a good dad and he loved all his girls.
Summary: Y/N’s sexual needs draw Klaus in, but Klaus realises they’re more intense than he anticipated.
Klaus hadn’t met Y/N when she and Hayley came to Mystic Falls. He’d heard her name mentioned once or twice my Hayley or Tyler but never seen her. Not until New Orleans.
She was sweet looking, like that classic ‘girl next door’ kind. It wasn’t Klaus’s usual type, but that didn’t mean she didn’t make his pulse raise when she bend over to get the cereal box from the bottom cupboard. His eyes zeroed on her ass, his throat bobbing when bright pink lace peaked over the top of her pajama pants.
He watched the spoon slide into her mouth, the milk wetting her lips until her tongue licked them clean. When she noticed his staring she smiled, her head tilting and teeth shining.
“Do you want some?” She offered her spoon and Klaus cleared his throat.
“No, thank you love.” He glanced back down at his sketchpad quietly, the page still blank. Klaus couldn’t help but glance back once she put the dish in the sink and headed back up the stairs, her hips swaying and lace still on display.
Y/N was a nice little distraction, something for his eyes to wander over whilst he thought. He’d admire the tight tops she chose, the way the fabric stretched across her breasts. Whenever he saw lace, he thought of her underwear. Pictured the pink of her panties or the white of her bra.
But she behaved oblivious to his attention. She had Hayley played around, entertaining each other whilst Klaus and Rebekah tried to get Elijah back.
Klaus had been trying to draw again, sat on the couch with the pad and pencil in hand, brows furrowed as he tried to focus. He flinched when the table beside him was knocked, the tin of pencils falling to the floor.
“Oh- I’m sorry.” Y/N sunk down to get them, kneeling right between his legs whilst she gathered the pencils.
Klaus groaned and placed his hand on her head, his fingers sliding into her hair. Y/N popped her head up, looking up at him whilst he stroked her head quietly. Klaus didn’t know how she could look so sweet whilst in such a compromising position. She smiled when he caressed her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb before brushing over her bottom lip. His breath hitched when she parted her lips, letting his thumb into her mouth.
“Good girl,” he whispered as he pushed his thumb back and forth along her tongue whilst his other hand undid his belt. Y/N was more than happy when he pulled his thumb away, replacing it with the head of his cock. She let out a little giggle as she sucked it, her eyes still up on his. He shushed her softly, his hand stroking his length whilst he watched her toy with the tip.
His eyes glanced at the stairs, his hearing focused but Hayley was asleep and Rebekah was out. Once he was sure, he pushed his cock into her mouth, watching her eyes flutter as she fit half of him in.
“Good…like that” he praised, sliding his hands back into her hair when she began to bob her head. He could feel her tongue brushing over him, circling and teasing. Klaus shifted further forward on his seat, soon standing and holding her head still so he could fuck her sweet face. The little moans she let out vibrated around him, the tension stirring inside his loins.
He held a fistful of her hair, his eyes still on hers as her lashes wetted with tears. He could feel his cock hit the back of her throat, but not once did Y/N make a sound of protest. Klaus let out a breathless laugh when he came, amusement filling him when she moaned enthusiastically, swallowing eagerly.
She took a breath when he pulled out of her mouth, the back of her hand wiped her lips and she smiled back at him. Klaus zipped his jeans back up before taking her hand, pulling Y/N to stand.
His eyes narrowed just slightly as he leant down, his face just before hers. He kissed the side of her neck slowly, nipping the skin and listening to her giggle at the sensation.
“Shh” he whispered, a smile tugging at his lips as he stretched her shirt down, revealing her bra. His eyes flicked to the stairs again before he unclipped the back and pulled it off her. His mouth watered and she let out a small moan when he swirled her nipple into his mouth. Klaus let his hands slide round her, down to her hips. He pushed her sweatpants down, running his palms over the lace covering her ass. “Come here.” He murmured, hands going under her thighs as his mouth left her skin.
“Mmh” she breathed, legs going up around his hips before he laid her down on the couch. He pulled the panties off her legs, leaning down to nuzzle her thighs. Klaus pushed her legs up, Y/N squealed and bended to his will. She held her own ankles, teeth against her bottom lip while he slid his tongue across her pussy. Klaus chuckled when she shifted her hips, practically pushing her clit to his lips.
His eyes pierced up into hers whilst his tongue circled the little bud, feeling it pulse eagerly.
“Faster” she whispered and Klaus raised both brows but complied, lapping quickly and bringing his fingers to her cunt. Y/N moaned, her head leaning back as he slide them back and forth. “There…” she breathed and he curled his fingers, impressed by how well she knew her body. How quickly she came once she’d tugged his hair, guiding him just as she wanted.
Klaus panted softly, lifting his face to look back at her. His mouth and chin wet as he stroked her thighs, guiding her legs back down. She stretched slowly, like a cat that had just woken. Klaus groaned softly and brushed his fingers up her body, her shirt had covered her breasts but his fingers easily found the still hardened bud through the fabric. He tugged gently, shushing her playfully when she moaned.
“You should…get to bed, love.” He whispered, still admiring her body as he watched her sit up. Y/N reached for her underwear but klaus held the lace tight in his hand. She smiled with a laugh and pulled her joggers on without her panties, grabbing her bra before heading up the stairs. Klaus stayed sat on the couch a moment longer, his fingers caressing the material slowly.
Nothing changed. She still behaved oblivious, bouncing around in a new thong, jeans always too low. Hayley never mentioned anything. Klaus could only smirk internally when he saw her sucking a lollipop, her eyes wondering over to his whilst her tongue licked it over in a long, slow motion.
Soon, they were in the abattoir. Life was busy again and Klaus had been up late again. His mind went back to that evening and so he made his way to Y/N’s new room. But his brows furrowed when he twisted the handle, as soon as the door opened just a crack, the silencing spell was lifted and he could hear her familiar moans. His lips parted when he heard a man making similar sounds.
The door opened, just enough for him to see. His eyes narrowed as he watched her move on top one of Marcels vampires. Body bouncing and head back whilst the man’s hands squeezed her hips tight, his own hips snapping up.
Slowly, Klaus retreated, closing the door soundlessly, the silencing barrier back up. Quietly, he went back to his own room. His eyes closed as he plucked the pair of panties he’d stolen from her before, wrapping the lace around his cock before stroking himself with them slowly.
In the morning, she was her usual bright self. Smiling happily at him and once again offering his breakfast, once again he declined and continued to stare.
“What?” She asked, a laugh on her lips when she saw his eyes on her chest. She tossed her spoon, smiling when he caught it, his attention flicking back to her eyes.
“Where were you last night?” He questioned and she shrugged.
“My room.” She answered easily and he hummed.
“Sleeping?”
“Sure.” Her answer was noncommittal, her shrug irritating him just a little.
“I want you to come to my room tonight.” He told her and she stood with her bowl.
“Sure.” She answered again and he felt his eye twitch, but sure enough, Y/N pushed his door open that evening.
Klaus tugged her clothes off, his fingers running over another man’s marks across her skin. Her hips lightly bruised, thighs and waist still red. She could see his jaw tick, his eyes hardening as he gripped the same spot tighter, harder. “That hurts.” She whispered, but still, she laughed when he squeezed again.
Klaus pulled her over his lap, her stomach on his thighs whilst he stroked her bare back. He could feel his frustration rising, his hand brushed over the sensitive skin of her ass, debating hitting her; punishing her.
“Are you jealous?” She asked, looking at him over her shoulder, a full toothed grin on her face as his hand came down, the slap ringing out across the room. Her body flinched naturally but she only moaned and giggled, still looking back at him.
“Jealous of what?” He muttered, spanking the flesh once, twice, three times more. He admired the way the skin rippled and reddened. The scent of her arousal filled his nose, his eyes flickering gold as his cock hardened further. “That you sleep with any man you see?” He spat, slapping her again, the ‘clap’ becoming louder each time until her moans finally became a hiss of pain. Klaus felt a tiny bubble of guilt when she looked back at him, her eyes shiny and a little scared as well as excited.
Slowly, his hand caressed her ass, soothing the skin. She let a smile back onto her face before beginning to move, Klaus let her come to nuzzle his jaw. His mouth soon on hers and his hands less harsh on her skin.
Her hands pulled at his clothes, eventually leaving them both bare as he rolled her onto her back. Y/N opened her legs without any hesitation, his body between them naturally and his tongue around hers. Y/N held one side of his face, her thumb against his stubble whilst she moaned into his mouth, her tongue eager against his. Klaus pulled back only long enough to push his cock into her before he kissed her again, desperate to swallow her sounds.
Y/N pulled back, about to demand he move but Klaus did so before she could. His hips moving in a swift motion, effectively knocking the air out of her lungs. He groaned when her leg lifted, stretching up to rest against his shoulder. “Fuck…” Klaus whispered, driving his hips forward again to feel her squeeze around him.
The sound she let out made his eyes roll back, he moved quickly, letting her angle herself before he ploughed into the spot she begged him to keep hitting. His fingers interlaced with hers before he stretched her arms over her head, his face just above hers as he watched his hips thrust flush against hers.
“Really fast!” she whined and he nodded, moving as quickly as he could without supernatural speed but Y/N kept begging. Klaus let his bed fall forward, his forehead against her hair as he came inside her, moving at an impossibly speed whilst she cried out in delight. He hadn’t even teased her clit for her to come, her skin flushed and leg still up between theme.
Klaus groaned when she began to move, he released her hands and let her leg move back down comfortably before pulling out of her.
A slight feeling of surprise hit him when she sat up and instead of making a move to leave, turned around. On her hands and knees with her ass presented to him. Klaus only moaned and stared at her glistening pussy. Her hips flexed back and she looked over her shoulder. “What’re you waiting for?” She asked, a giggle in her voice as he crawled forward to her.
His mouth watered and he couldn’t help but press his tongue to her again, swallowing her sweetness before settling onto his knees behind her. Filling her from behind made his head spin in a new way. There was something utterly filthy about the sounds that came out of her, how eager she was to bend and stretch however she could so long as it made her feel good.
Klaus fucked her until dawn, only then did she appear to show signs of tiring. He’d lifted her back off his dick, his own body getting overstimulated but he prepared to take her again when she let out a soft sound. Klaus turned her, seeing her lips parted in a pant and skin slick with sweat. “Tired?” He whispered and she gave a small nod, Klaus nodded back and gently laid her down on his bed. The sheets stuck to her skin but neither of them cared enough.
When he woke, she was gone.
He found her downstairs with Hayley, laughing at something on one of their phones. Full of light and energy, as if he hadn’t bend her over every way possible, had her screaming until the sun came up.
When Klaus sat down on the chair opposite them, she merely gave him a glance and a smile before returning to Hayley’s phone.
Klaus quickly found that if he hadn’t snatched her up first, she’d be satisfied by someone else.
Whilst Y/N formed little emotional attachment to Klaus, he had taken too much of an interest. Which resulted in him scaring a man out of her bed in the middle of the night.
“Stop yelling!” She cried, her face still full of sleep as he sat naked in the centre of her bed. Klaus slammed the door behind the man, tossing his clothes into the bin and dragging the sheets off the bed, her along with it. “Klaus-“ she pushed him, hands against his chest. His head snapped and for a second he felt his hand clench into a fist but at the sight of her face, he felt himself soften.
“Who is he?” Klaus questioned, pulling apart her duvet and then coming to rest his hands against her waist.
“I don’t know.” She frowned, confused. “His names Darryl or something, why does it matter?”
“Because he’s in your bed.” He scoffed, though there was less anger in his eyes now. Klaus didn’t understand her, but he came to the realisation that perhaps there was something that he did need to understand. “Don’t you care about him? Even a little to have sex with him?”
“No” she frowned. “I just met him.”
“Well what about me? You sleep with me all the time.” He queried and she hesitated.
“Well I don’t know.” She answered, and he huffed softly. Klaus pulled her close, her naked body against his clothed one. He rest his chin on top her head and frowned quietly into the night.
“Well I care about you.” He whispered, “I don’t want you to be with anyone else.” It was vulnerable of him, something he rarely allowed and he knew it was risky.
“But…that’s not fair.” She frowned, moving to look up at him. “I don’t want a relationship.”
Klaus stared back at her, his eye flickering between hers. “What if I satisfy you every night?” He offered and she stayed quiet, thinking. “If I don’t, you can find someone else.” A lump formed in his throat at the proposition but he knew she was considering it.
“Well…I’ll have to speak to Hayley.” She muttered and his brows pinched in confusion.
“Okay…” he agreed quietly, not wanting to ask why. “Come sleep in my bed tonight, I’ll have your bedding cleaned tomorrow.” He led her along, settling her down against his pillows before taking his place between her legs as a last act to gain her interest in his offer.
The next day, he came across Hayley who was perched expectantly on the edge of his bed.
“Look, I know you like her, but it just not a good idea-“ she started and Klaus pushed the door closed, folding his arms. “I get that she’s good in bed, she’ll still sleep with you, but she can’t do a relationship Klaus.”
“And why not?” He questioned, brow raised.
“She’s been through a lot, and she can’t do commitment. She’ll hurt you or you’ll hurt her. And she’s insatiable, her wolf-“
“She’s a werewolf?” Klaus questioned, growing more confused by the second.
“You don’t smell it?” She frowned, mirroring his confusion.
“No, I-“ but he cut himself off, thinking back. She’d always smelt sweet, but Klaus had assumed it was because of how delicious she was. He hadn’t ever seen her eyes change, had he? But he’d taken her from so many positions, and most of them didn’t allow him to see her face. Thinking about it, sometimes her whines were a little too high, her cries almost a howl. “She’s a wolf.” He murmured, glancing at his bed quietly as he remembered it all. Hayley followed his eye line and quickly stood up, grimacing after having touched the sheets.
“Yeah” she nodded, like it was obvious, because it was, he’d just never realised it. “Most wolves sex drives are pretty high, it’s just given her past, it’s emphasised that even more. It’s why she goes for vampires, they don’t get tired.”
“Right.” He nodded. “Well, I’ll keep her satiated and I promise not to hurt her. Sorted.” He smiled, a little sarcastically, before pushing Hayley out of his room.
From then, he spent his time keeping Y/N on a tight leash. Leading her away from other men, especially vampires, tugging her into a dark or quiet space when she’d get annoyed, treating her to his fingers to keep her happy.
Her head would be in his neck, his hand holding the back of her head to keep her close so she couldn’t be too loud whilst he curled two fingers inside her. He too now knew exactly where to touch. The room was busy, another party Marcel had insisted on throwing. Klaus hadn’t wanted Y/N to go, and definitely not in such a little dress but having her against the wall made both their stress release.
“There you are sweetheart, better now, yes?” He murmured, kissing her shoulder slowly whilst he felt her clamp down and come.
“Mmm…uhuh.” She breathed, resting against him whilst he fixed her dress and licked his fingers clean.
“You feel good? Need another?” He questioned but her head shook, it was already her third orgasm of the evening. “Good girl.” He whispered and led her back to dance.
He’d stress when he was out all day, his mind already picturing her with another.
But with time, she didn’t even consider finding someone else. Instead, she would turn to messaging him.
Come back!
She’d send and he’d frown.
What’s happened? Are you hurt?
No. I need you again.
And Klaus would smile, turning his screen so only he could see.
Love. I just finished eating your sweet pussy. You can’t need any more.
In response, he’d be sent an angle of her cunt that made his breathing stop.
Klaus began to bring her along, often having her wait in the car and then giving her five minutes of his time in the back seats before they went anywhere else.
“Harder!” She’d whine, her back arching as deep as she physically could to try feel him deeper.
“Sweetheart, the car is shaking.” He growled, but drove his hips forward with more force regardless.
“Again!”
Until eventually, he could strap her seatbelt back round her and drive them back home.
After waking him up every morning, begging for anything, he’d decided he trusted her to do what she pleased. “Wake me up with your pussy on me, mouth, hands or whatever else. I don’t care, love.” He murmured, already full of sleep after a long night of splitting her in half.
“Promise?” She yawned and he nodded, snuggling her closer.
“Promise.”
And so, he would wake to the feel of his cock throbbing. His body often trembling whilst she continued to ride him. Often he’d only be able to see the back of her head, her hair bouncing with her body as she flexed her hips further back. He’d moan weakly in an attempt to tell her he was awake, but he’d unknowingly been making those same sounds for the last however long. Eventually, he’d grab her ass of hips, alerting her of his consciousness.
“Oh.” She’d turn to look to him over her shoulder but her rhythm never slowed. “Good morning.” She’d smile, her teeth on display. Klaus would smile back, his much more lazy than hers before his brows furrowed and he panted.
“Love, love-“ he’d groan when he came, his thighs tense and loins almost sore.
Y/N would climb off and sit back beside him, caressing his hair quietly. “Are you tired?” She asked, glancing at his semi hard cock.
“No…” he breathed, though his head still rest against the pillows.
“I’m being too much.” She whispered, swallowing thickly and looking out the window. Klaus frowned, glancing up at her. He knew she was panicking; thinking about leaving.
“No love, not at all.” He smiled, moving to sit up and pulling her close. Klaus stroked her skin, his thumb brushing over her nipple teasingly. “Just woke up is all.” He nuzzled her hair and she curled close. “Im a hybrid.” He reminded, his lips upturned when she pressed her face into his chest. Her affection was new but of increasing consistency. “I don’t get tired.”
“Never?”
“Not ever.” He chuckled.
“Promise?” She whispered, and when her eyes locked on his, Klaus knew she wasn’t just asking about him being tired.
“I promise.” He confirmed, pressing his forehead to hers as many wolves often did. “I love you.”
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Summary: Y/N welcomed Klaus’s vampirism with open arms, despite his fears and attempts to avoid those parts of himself. He keeps her secret and remains anxious about her meeting his siblings. Y/N assures him, she’ll be there for him forever.
Klaus practically jumped at the chance to have the abattoir alone. His siblings had no idea about his relationship with Y/N and he hoped to keep that way for a while longer. However, he also wanted to show her his home after promising to bring her back for months.
So when the others wanted to go on a couples holiday and Hayley insisted on taking Hope, Klaus was more than pleased to stay home. They were only going for the weekend and would be back Monday. So Klaus spent Friday cleaning up once they’d left and the invited Y/N over Saturday.
He heard her footsteps approaching before she knocked, his had was already twisting the handle before she could finish. A smile was already on his face as he took her hand.
“It’s huge in here.” She let out a light laugh and Klaus felt his pride swell.
“I’ll show you my room-“ he began but Y/N just tugged him back.
“If we go to your I’m we won’t come back out. Show me around first.” She teased and Klaus hesitated before reluctantly giving her a tour. Klaus watched her with adoration as she appeared ‘wowed’ by almost every room.
“It’s just a fireplace, love.” He chuckled and she shook her head.
“It’s massive!”
“Mm, we’ll come sit by it after dinner.” Klaus assured before reaching for her hand to lead her to the dinning room. He pulled her chair out before disappearing to get their two plates. “My love.” He purred, leaning down to kiss her cheek as he set her food down infront of her before taking his seat opposite.
“So, when are your family coming back?” She asks and Klaus rolled his eyes playfully.
“Monday.” He answered between bites. “I’ll come back to yours Sunday night, that way we both miss them.” He winked and Y/N shook her head with a smile.
“I want to meet them.”
“They’ll torture you with questions.” Klaus scoffed softly and she shrugged.
“I don’t mind.”
“I mind. They’ll treat you like a new doll.”
“If you’re worried about the vampire thing-“ she sighed and Klaus felt himself tense. It was part of the reason. He’d only told Y/N about the supernatural recently and still tried to keep much of it quiet. His siblings might overwhelm her; frighten her.
“It's not because of that.” He denied, clearing his throat and sipping his wine.
“I love you.” She told him quietly, looking to him with not even an ounce of resentment. "I don't care about any of it." She reminded him and he offered a faint smile. His hand reached across the table to squeeze hers gently before he returned to his meal.
"You'll meet them, just not Monday." He reassured and Y/N nodded. "I'll tell them about you soon."
Thankfully, they didn't mention it again. The conversation drifted swiftly away once they were in front the fire. Klaus layered fur blankets down on the floor after Y/N argued the sofa wasn't close enough and they settled down against each other, letting the warmth of the flames lick at their skin. Klaus caressed the back of her neck gently, soon having her led on her stomach whilst he massaged from her shoulders and down her back.
"Klaus..." She warned, though there was no threat. A laugh left her when he unclipped her bra.
"It'll make the massage easier, see?" He murmured as he spread his fingers across her skin, caressing the little knots of tension until she was utterly boneless. Her arms lay stretched out above her head, fingers toying with the fur beneath them whilst he tugged her jeans down her legs. Soon his hands pressed along the backs of her thighs, removing any tension out of her body. Tenderly, he pressed his thumbs into her feet, finishing off her treatment before just caressing her legs gently. He looked into the fire, admiring the way the flames danced.
"Want me to do you?" Y/N asked, lifting herself up onto her forearms and looking over her shoulder to him. Klaus smiled but shook his head.
"It would take you years to undo the tension in my shoulders alone." He chuckled and Y/N tilted her head.
"That's exactly why I should start now."
"Mmh, but there are far easier ways to destress me, my love." His eyes glinted and his grin grew. Y/N smiled, her teeth sparkling back at him. Klaus gripped her hips, flipping her onto her back and pulling her to him. The squeal that left her filled his heart with more warmth than any fire ever could. He lent down, pressing a kiss to her stomach before running his tongue over her nipples teasingly.
"This is supposed to be about you..." She whispered, sitting up and kissing his mouth gently. Klaus hummed softly against her lips and wrapped his arm around her body. Y/N giggled and shifted, moving to straddle his lap.
"You're perfect." Klaus murmured against her mouth, nuzzling her gently. His shirt was already disregarded but Y/N had yet to strip his pants. Klaus only moaned when she tugged his belt loose, sliding the leather away from the loops of his jeans. His hips lifted encouraging her to pull his pants off. He barely had a second to adjust himself before he felt her heat envelope him. His hands slid up her body, holding her to him. Her hips rolled but he stilled her.
"Give yourself a moment." He whispered, knowing her body well. Slowly, he laid back against the fur blankets, settling there to admire her position above him. Klaus watched as she pressed her hands down on his chest, felt the pressure of her build against him as she used his body as leverage.
"I'm ready." Y/N nodded before moving against him. Her back arched, hips shifting back before rising forward. The soft sound she let out made his hips buck, and his fingers dug into her hips.
"Go on, love." He breathed out, encouraging her to move with more rhythm. Klaus let her set the pace before meeting her thrusts to fuck her deeply. His eyes danced over her, admiring the furrow of her brow, the shine of her skin and glint in her gaze as she looked back at him. Y/N smiled, a breathless moan leaving her as she leaned down enough to kiss him. Klaus claimed her mouth the second she was close enough, his hand moving up to hold her face.
"I wanna be with you forever." Y/N whispered, her body pressing down onto his. Klaus gently rolled her onto her back, holding her to him whilst thrusting into her eagerly.
"Forever is a long time." He murmured, kissing down her throat gently whilst pulling her leg up over his hip.
"But it's possible..." She uttered and Klaus groaned, fingers sliding down to tease her little button. Y/N had mentioned turning to be with him a number of times. The idea turned something inside Klaus, something primal that wanted nothing more than to see her as a vampire at his side, but a different part of him couldn't bare the idea of her hating it; hating him because of it.
"Love..." He muttered, his voice rough as he tried to focus on the now. Y/N placed her palm against the back of his neck, holding him against her as he continued to plant kisses to her throat.
"Bite me." She purred, her words ghosting his ear making his hips buck more violently. Klaus moaned, rubbing her clit in quick circles. By the way she clenched around him, pulsed against him and whined to him, Klaus knew she was ready.
With one last kiss to her tender skin, he let his fangs elongate and sink into her veins. Y/N came soon after the initial bite, her hands holding his head close and her legs squeezing his sides tight. Her eyes rolled back and a guttural sound left her as he came inside her. Within a minute Klaus pulled away from her neck, licking the wound until no more blood came. Y/N just stroked his hair and smiled up at him dazily.
"You should never ask a vampire to bite you." He mumbled and she laughed softly.
"It's a good thing you're a hybrid then." She countered and his eyes rolled playfully.
"Mhm." He smiled, head shaking lightly before he shifted, carefully pulling out making them both whine at the loss. Gently, Klaus lifted her, pulling her over his lap and nuzzling the side of her face. "I love you." Klaus purred to Y/N, smiling when she kissed him sweetly.
"I love you." She returned, arms wrapping around his neck and a hummed tune leaving her.
"It's late." Klaus whispered, his forehead pressing to hers. "I'll show you my room now."
Klaus carried her up, bringing the pile of fur blankets with them. Y/N squealed playfully, hanging off him and dropping onto his bed with a laugh.
"Where was your bag, hm? I'll go fetch it for you." He smiled, stroking her cheek affectionately.
"I just left it by the door." She reminded and he nodded, speeding off for a moment before returning with her things.
"Got it." He settled down beside her, pulling out her nightwear and helping dress her.
"You know I can do it myself." Y/N teased and he hummed.
"I want to." Klaus murmured, pulling the top over her head and stroking her hair. He pulled away for a moment to pull some of his own pyjamas on before pulling back the bedding to get in. Y/N was pulled against him, their bodies heat mingling.
"It's beautiful in here." Y/N murmured as she laid her head against his chest. "This whole place is just lovely."
Klaus only smiled and turned the lamp off.
"You're lovely." He mumbled, nuzzling her jaw. "Sleep well, my love."
Once the sun was rising, Klaus was sat up, admiring Y/N quietly and stroking the skin of her arms. He smiled absently when she began to stir awake. His hands gently stroked under the blankets, brushing the soft fabric of her clothes before caressing the skin of her thighs.
"Good morning." Klaus whispered, gently pulling the covers back to see her. Y/N groaned, wanting the warmth of the covers back. Klaus only settled between her legs, hiding her legs over his hips. His body acted as her blanket, keeping her warm and pressed into the bed.
“Morning…” she mumbled, her voice full of sleep as her arms went over him, encouraging his head to her neck. Klaus kissed the skin gently, nuzzling away until she was awake and giggling. “Klaus…” she murmured, arching her neck for further access. Klaus only smiled into her skin and playfully bucked his hips. Y/N moaned softly and turned to nuzzle him back, soon finding his lips with hers.
“I love you.” Klaus whispered against her mouth, his hips moving in a gentle motion. Y/N moaned and reached up to lace her fingers into his hair. His hands lifted her enough to tug her sleep shorts off before pushing his pants down enough for their skin to touch. A groan left Klaus’s throat once his bare cock thrust up against her pussy, coating itself in her wet warmth. “Soaked already.” He whispered and she smiled.
“Hard already.” She countered teasingly and he chuckled lightly.
“Can I…?” He mumbled, though his head already began to push in making her laugh. Rather than answering verbally, Y/N reached down, gently guiding him in and moaning in unison with him at the feeling. His hips pushed forward, filling her completely whilst kissing her deeply once more. Y/N let her mouth move against his naturally, her body responding to his without any thought. Her ankles locked, keeping them together whilst his hips began to thrust with more force.
“Yeah” she breathed against him, her mouth still seeking his in slow kisses.
Klaus pressed his forehead to hers, one hand held her waist and the other reached to entwine their fingers.
His movements grew in speed, the soft, wet clap of their skin became louder and he focused on the whiny breathes Y/N let out. His mouth moved back to her throat, his tongue gently licking and sucking at the wounds from the night before. His fangs began to ache again, his body becoming hungrier for her. But just as he considered sinking his teeth in, filling her with his love again, the bedroom door was opened.
Y/N let out a sound of surprise and Klaus quickly dragged the blankets up and over them both. He laid on top of her fully, ensuring her face was hidden in his neck before glancing to the doorway. Elijah’s wide eyes and open mouth made him both relieved and incredibly frustrated.
“Elijah-“ Klaus breathed and the elder brother sighed, his hand going down his face and annoyance seemingly filling him.
“Niklaus.” His voice was scolding and Klaus felt his skin flush, his head shaking slightly but Elijah kept talking. “Must you fill this house with whores every time we leave?”
“Elijah. Get out.” The words were simple, firm and nonnegotiable.
With a scoff Elijah slammed the door and Klaus squeezed his eyes shut. Y/N stayed against him, her breathing shaky and skin hot to touch.
“I’m sorry, love.” He whispered, kissing her cheek softly. “I promise you, they aren’t supposed to be home until tomorrow.”
“Does he really think I’m a whore?” She whimpered and he groaned.
“He’s just a prick.” Klaus grumbled, pushing himself up to look down at her. “And I have never filled this house with whores.” He told her seriously making her laugh a little.
“Oh god.” She covered her face with her hands and Klaus sighed.
“Well…you did want to meet them.”
“No, I can’t.” Y/N’s head shook. “I can’t go down there, that was horrible!”
“Would you rather hide in here?” His head tilted, brow raising. Y/N chewed her lip for a moment before reluctantly shaking her head.
So instead, Klaus quietly snuck her down, the siblings only noticing by the time they were in the doorway. Rebekah let out a scoff, ready to make a remark when Elijah raised his hand. A silent command to just listen.
“I’ll be over in a few hours.” Klaus whispered, the promise sincere as he caressed her face.
“I love you.” She uttered back, the sound of their mouths meeting was obvious before his lips moved down to the bite mark again. “All of you.” She reminded and he nodded.
“I love you. I’ll love you forever.” He smiled and she kissed his mouth again. “Now go, before they come out. I’ll make sure they don’t call you anything you’re not again.”
Once he returned to the main house, his siblings were quiet but clearly curious. Elijah’s expression slightly apologetic for his harsh language earlier.
“That was Y/N.” Klaus revealed, clearing his throat and folding his hands behind his back. “She’d like to meet you all, formally, at dinner. It will be next week, here in the compound. I’d appreciate no mention of this morning.”
And there was no room for argument.
His siblings were left to anticipate this new part of their lives and not one of them was disappointed.
I was just reading one of your new fics (out in the woods) and wanted to say that I really liked it. I can just imagine all of the silly (for us) things that Klaus has to do.
- explaining why he has a wolf now
- maybe making a nest bed for her
- he'd probably end up building an entire wolf sanctuary for her
- along with that he'd probably import all sorts of animals for her to hunt
- installing doggy doors in the mikaelson mansion
- Stefan growing tired of hearing Klaus rant about this random wolf he met once
- Stefan or the Scooby Doo gang kidnapping (wolf napping?) her to try and blackmail Klaus to leave or something
- the general embarrassment of saying he slept with a regular wolf
LMFAO
I don’t know why I haven’t seen this in my inbox until now but it love this
