As a Friend...
Tags: Lite Pregnancy Kink, Lite Breeding Kink, Inspired by the ‘Would You Cum In Me. As A Friend?’ Prompt. Bonnie needs her eggs cracked, and Klaus loves omelettes. Unhinged Klaus Mikaelson, Needy Bonnie Bennett, Bonnie asks the most batshit question in fanfic history. #KlonnieMischiefNight2025
Summary: As Bonnie’s thirtieth birthday approaches, the Bennett Ancestors begin to grow restless with their last living descendant. Their lineage is at risk of extinction, and after multiple resurrections and failed matchmaking attempts, they make one final attempt to produce an heir. (This is very Non-Canon)
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Location: Charleston, SC Date: January 29, 2023
For the fourth night in a row, Bonnie sat up in bed, drenched in sweat with an ache between her legs she was afraid to question. The dreams she had been having were becoming increasingly familiar, leading her to wonder if some dark entity had attached itself to her. It wouldn’t have been the first time. However, this time didn’t feel like the last.
She’d encountered an incubus before. The insatiable sex demon always presented itself as your wildest dream come true… for the first visit, anyway. It’d been the best sex dream she’d ever had. But then…
She had to send its ass straight to hell where it had come from.
She shivered as she tried not to let those memories resurface. These dreams were different. And unlike before, she knew the man who plagued them. She’d fought against him before, had even bedded him once.
But she hadn’t seen him in almost a decade.
So why is it that he was appearing to her nightly, touching her in places she’d forgotten existed?
And why did she anticipate said dreams every night?
She’d gone to bed early with a soft smile on her lips. Draped diagonally across her bed, flat on her stomach with her legs in the number 4 position. She’d hugged her pillow tightly as she awaited sleep, smiling blissfully when her eyelids sagged.
And like the nights before, he came to her.
And in her.
Over and over again.
And to her (initial) dismay, she begged for it.
Each night, she craved more. And cried with sweet relief when he obliged her.
Even as she lay still beneath the covers, she could still feel the phantom traces of his hands on her.
It had been a dream, right?
Of course, it had been.
The last place Klaus Mikaelson would ever be found was in her bed.
Not again, anyway.
Bonnie exhaled and rolled onto her back. Her cheeks flushed as his name and memory surfaced. Klaus was no longer her enemy, per se, but he wasn’t exactly a friend either.
She hadn’t seen him since her time in Mystic Falls. The days when she had appointed herself as the town’s hero, until she realized she was worth more than the mess people left behind for her.
So why, after so many years, was she dreaming about him randomly, every night this week?
She reached for her phone, the light from the screen glaring brightly at her sensitive eyes. The day’s date glared even harder.
January 29th.
Exactly one week before her 30th birthday.
Her heart skipped a beat as she placed the phone face down on the nightstand, pushing it away from her.
She wanted to throw up.
She never feared aging—had never actually considered it as a teenager. She had died so many times that she sometimes lost count, so the thought of thirty never crossed her mind.
Until now.
Before the supernatural, had you asked where she’d be in life, Bonnie would have assumed she’d be married with a family by now. It’s what all the girls dreamed of, then.
But her generation had reshaped what thirty meant. Thirty was for traveling, friends, wine, pasta, and all the other things inundating her social media feed.
Bonnie only had three out of the four.
The money she’d gotten from Damon Salvatore as a severance package, to, and she quoted, ‘get the hell out of this po-dunk town’, was put to good use. But if she had any hope of buying a house and putting down roots, she had to rein in the spending.
Which meant a lot less traveling. And pasta. And Wine.
Or in her case, bourbon.
It was a little-known secret, but after her stint in the prison world, Bonnie battled briefly with alcoholism. Kai had done a number on her, and returning to her role as resident witch didn’t help. Eventually, she overcame the hurdle and became more functioning than alcoholic.
But it all went south after Enzo.
She never spoke about Enzo. Not anymore.
Traveling had helped, and after several attempts to ‘get under a new one’, she quickly grew bored and went celibate indefinitely.
Which may explain her vividly graphic sex dreams in which Klaus Mikaelson filled her to the brim, night after night.
The thought made her chuckle.
Was he even still alive?
Another thought.
Who else can kill him?
Touché.
“This biological clock is whipping my ass.” She muttered aloud.
She’d always heard that ovulation gets worse as you age, but the dreams were a bit excessive.
Yet, she didn’t hate them. Couldn’t have. Or else she wouldn’t have rolled over and closed her eyes for round two.
Or three… (She lost count)
When she awoke the next morning, she took an immediate cold shower.
Location: South of France Date: February 4, 2023
She wasn’t sure how she ended up in Paris. Just booked a ticket on a whim, and from there, she ventured. That was the only explanation for how she ended up outside of an abandoned, dilapidated Chateau. It was surrounded by water, with a slender walking bridge connecting where she stood to the front door. Or, what used to be the door.
The night air was crisp, and despite the efforts of her heated jacket and gloves, she had to use her magic to keep from freezing to death.
Perhaps it wasn’t wise to enter, given who occupied the castle, but her magic called her here, and there was no way she’d turn back now.
She doubted he’d let her.
Her curiosity propelled her forward, and after several measured steps, she crossed the threshold. The dirt beneath her feet was mossy and dank, though it soothed her magic in a way the soil in America never could. The air was fresher; her lungs felt more open, and the atmosphere around her teemed with magic—his and hers.
“Want to tell me why you’re holed up in this cozy bed and breakfast?” Her tone was light and soft, yet she didn’t doubt that he’d heard her.
She received no response at first.
And then, his voice slithered in her ear from behind. She hadn’t heard him move at all, yet she felt him draw near. His power. That scent she remembered vividly even years later. Sandalwood. Musk. Cashmere Oud. And something sweet. Like rose.
That one always threw her for a loop.
“Now I know I’ve gone mad.”
Bonnie turned to face him. His golden eyes glowed in the dark, and she could barely make out his blonde hair in the tiny sliver of moonlight that peeked through the collapsed roof.
“From the looks of it, you’re only halfway there.”
“How did you find me?”
“My magic lured me here,” she said, eyeing him. He felt different. Older somehow and… not himself. Klaus had always been an evil son of a bitch, but there was always the tiniest sliver of light in him. The little boy he held on to for centuries, who beckoned him to be good… once in a blue moon.
She stared at him, realizing that the little boy she once saw in him was currently being held down. Subjugated. By something far older and darker than he.
Bonnie shuddered.
“You were always inconveniently… attuned.”
“Astute,” she corrected.
“Annoying.”
“Asshole.” When he took too long to respond, she smirked. “I win,” she teased, juvenilely.
“Are you here to put me down?” he asked after the quiet began to fester.
“Do I need to?”
He didn’t answer.
“There’s something different about you.” Bonnie stepped forward to reach for him, but Klaus pulled back, almost as if she threatened to burn him.
“I don’t know how it’ll respond to your magic, so it’s best if you keep your distance.”
She raised a brow.
“It?”
“Yes.” Klaus sighed and walked to the clearing where the moonlight was the brightest. He was visible now, and he looked worse for wear, but Bonnie had no time to question any of this. Instead, she gasped when his usual golden irises flashed with a ring of cobalt blue.
Her breath hitched as she took an involuntary step backward, assessing the creature before her.
“Klaus,” she stammered. Caution flew out the window as she braved a step closer, but again, he moved away.
“I don’t wish to involve you in this.”
“Too late, I’m here and I’m curious. Tell me what’s been going on.”
Klaus was never one to beat around the bush, so he spelled it out as plainly as possible.
“An ancient entity latched onto my daughter and tried to possess her. I took it on instead. Now, it’s burning its way through me so that I’m weak enough to control.”
Bonnie said nothing.
This was not what she had in mind when she came here.
She fought against rolling her eyes as she asked the question that she couldn’t escape.
“What happens if you lose control?”
“It will possess my daughter, trigger her vampirism, and procure a vessel powerful enough to destroy the planet.”
“Drama queen.”
“I’ll say.”
“So, how do we stop it?”
Klaus felt his heart stir for the first time since he had last spoken to Hope, a year before. One simple word, ‘we’, made him feel more secure than he’d ever felt in a thousand years. Not because of their brief, sordid history, but because Bonnie Bennett had freely offered her help. Without coercion.
“What’s the catch?” he finally asked. Bonnie eyed his shift in demeanor. His eyes narrowed as he regarded her with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. “You didn’t come here to offer help. You need something.”
Bonnie smiled in response.
“You’ve always been inconveniently… attuned,” she teased. Klaus nearly smiled at that but refused to lower his guard.
“Why are you here, Bennett?” His voice had a rougher edge, now.
“Tomorrow’s my birthday.” She said softly as if she expected him to know that. Klaus stared up at the moon from the opening above.
“In a few minutes, actually,” he confirmed. Bonnie nodded. “Happy birthday,” he offered, almost sarcastically, though she could detect a bit of sincerity in the sentiment.
“Thank you.” She paused, carefully considering what she’d say next.
“You’re stalling,” Klaus pointed out.
“Right,” she smiled. There was no easy way to ask for what she wanted, so she decided to go with what she knew best: brutal honesty.
“I need you to cum in me. As a friend.”
The silence between them became so thick that Klaus inhaled slowly, as if he needed air in his lungs.
“Oh, is that all?” He finally managed to say with a sarcastic grin. He placed a gentle hand over his chest with feigned concern. “You should have led with that, love.”
Her shoulders shook with laughter. “Perhaps.”
“While I am flattered, love, I’m afraid I have to ask why.”
“Funny. I figured you’d jump at the opportunity. No questions asked.”
“We haven’t seen one another in almost a decade, and you show up asking me to spill my seed inside of you. Forgive me, but I want to know why.”
“Why does any woman ask for cum?”
Her straightforwardness made him blush, a fleeting act she thought she imagined. He paused to collect his thoughts and to steady his vision, hoping that the effect she had on him was magically induced and nothing more.
“You want a child?”
Bonnie nodded. “I do.”
“Why mine?”
She sighed. “The women in my family have a pitifully low survival rate. I figured I’d give the next one a fighting chance.” Or rather, her ancestors planted the idea in her head, and now no other option would suffice.
Klaus’s dead heart skipped with realization. “You want a tribrid,” he clarified.
She said nothing in response.
“What if I don’t want any more children?” The question was a test, and they both knew it.
“I’m not asking you to help me raise her. I’m asking you to be a donor. Nothing more.”
“You think I’d have a child and abandon them willfully?” Though he was offended by the suggestion, he couldn’t ignore the irony.
“No offense, but that’s technically what you’re doing right now.”
He was in her face in a flash, but she didn’t flinch. She anticipated this reaction.
“You don’t know anything about my situation.”
“As a child who was also abandoned, I know that no excuse is ever good enough.”
“And yet you’re here asking me to create a child and walk away from them.”
Bonnie swallowed the lump in her throat. “I’ll give you that.” She relented. “However, you currently have enough on your plate.”
Klaus scoffed. “I’m waiting for the proverbial shoe to drop.”
“It just did.”
“You’d willingly resign to raising a child you’d know nothing about, all on your own? What happens when they trigger their wolf? What happens when they die for the first time and need to make the transition? I suppose you can do that on your own?”
“And you want me to believe you’re the perfect person to teach her?”
Klaus paused at that, shifting focus instead of answering. “How are you so convinced it would be a girl?”
“Let’s call it witch’s intuition. The first one is always a girl.”
His brows shot clear across his forehead. “The first one.”
“Don’t get any ideas. This is a one-time deal.”
“If you want my cum, I get to make a few demands of my own. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Bonnie rolled her eyes. “God. I forgot how impossible you were.”
“But you didn’t forget how good in the sack I am, did you? That’s really why you’re here, isn’t it?” He was still close, breathing down on her in a way that left her tingling.
Bonnie tugged at the lapel of his jacket until his face was inches from hers. “I think,” her lips brushed against his. “If you were as good as you think you are. I would have come back for seconds sooner.”
Klaus’s eyes glowed, chuckling as she pushed him away.
“Outside of wanting a tribrid, why haven’t you tried your luck with a mortal or some other supernatural? Maybe settle down and have the life you’ve always desired.”
Bonnie paused at that, remembering what she’d shared with him years ago. She stuffed the memory back inside the recesses of her mind. He wouldn’t get to her, not tonight.
“My boyfriends tend to die violently in front of me. I figure I’d quit while I’m ahead.” The ache in her chest as she remembered Jeremy and Enzo surfaced briefly, and as quickly as the grief appeared, it fled.
But Klaus had caught it.
“You think I’m a safer option because I can’t be killed.” It was an adept conclusion, one Bonnie couldn’t deny.
“Why add to my body count when I can just spin the block?”
He laughed at that.
“Do you agree or not. I’m not about to stand here and beg for it.”
At that, his eyes glowed. “I have other ways to make you beg.”
Bonnie rolled her eyes.
“I’ll sponsor you,” he said teasingly. “Though there’s the small problem of being possessed.”
“Right, that ol’ thing.”
“The reason I’m abandoning my daughter is because her life depends on it. I can only imagine what the Hollow would do to a fetus it helped conceive.”
“Obviously, I wouldn’t fuck you while you’re possessed. Though I was hoping for a nice birthday present.”
“I can pull out if you’d like.”
“No. I want you completely present without Sideshow Bob hitching a ride inside of you.” Bonnie laughed at his confused expression as he tried in vain to figure out the reference.
“Come. Let’s exorcise a malignant entity.”
Klaus smirked. “As a friend?”
He was met with an elbow to the ribs.
Location: Mystic Falls, VA Date: February 5, 2024 (One Year Later)
It had taken exactly a year, but their hard work had finally paid off. The Hollow was defeated, Klaus and his siblings were freed, and Hope Mikaelson was reunited with her father. Everyone had gotten what they wanted.
Except for Bonnie.
As fate would have it, they arrived in Mystic Falls the day before her birthday. A place she had no interest in ever returning to, and yet here she was in a tavern outside of town, staring at the bottom of a bottle as the clock struck twelve. She doubted he even remembered what today was, let alone their agreement from a year ago, but it was okay. The thrill was no longer there, and defeating the Hollow had taken its toll on her.
She’d just begun her pity party when the door of the tavern swung open. She didn’t have to look up to feel him. His power, once muted by the Hollow’s suffocating energy, was back and in full effect. She mentally counted the steps until he was hovering over her.
“Say something, I’m giving up on you,” Bonnie said in time with the depressing song that played overhead. Klaus chuckled at her dry humor before waving the bartender over to them.
“Two waters, please.” Bonnie frowned and hazarded a glance.
“You came to a bar to drink water? Can hybrids even digest water?” Her tone was judgmental, per usual, making him chuckle.
“They’re for you,” he clarified, taking both glasses from the bartender. He replaced her bottle of bourbon with a full glass of water and raised a brow, encouraging her to drink. Bonnie rolled her eyes but did as she was told. For her benefit, she spelled the water with added electrolytes.
“This party is officially dead,” she expressed.
“I need you sober,” his tone was grave, and Bonnie exhaled exasperatedly.
“God. What’s gone wrong now?”
There was a glimmer in Klaus’s eyes that she missed as she knocked back the contents of both glasses.
“I promised a friend that I’d cum in her for her birthday.”
Bonnie paused at that, turning slowly to face him. Her eyes danced with mischief as she narrowed them. “I’m not asking for anything more,” she reminded him, though she suspected it was more for her benefit than his. They’d grown closer over the past year, and despite her mantra to keep her heart out of it, the dratted thing was stubborn as hell.
Klaus leaned in close and smiled; his lips brushing against hers.
“We’ll see about that,” he said, grabbing her arm gently and ushering her out of the bar.
She was sober by the time they arrived at the hotel. It was one she’d never seen before and looked pretty new. But her focus wasn’t on the hotel, or the lobby, or the hotel clerk who kept giving Klaus the eye as if she wasn’t standing directly next to him…
It was solely on him.
When they crossed the threshold, Klaus was on her in a flash.
“Wait, we haven’t established anything yet.”
“And you wait until now to do that? What is there to establish, Love?” Even as he spoke, he pulled articles of clothing off until he was standing before her naked. When she didn’t speak right away, he began disrobing her as well.
“You have a family,” she began as he started kissing her neck. His fangs scraped against her carotid, and she nodded gently, hissing when he immediately sank his teeth into her neck. She moaned in pleasure as his hands roamed all over her, and that familiar hypnotic feeling overcame her. She gripped him tightly as she struggled to remember what she intended to say.
“We can co-parent,” he muttered against the spot he bit. He bit into his tongue and licked the wound closed, watching as her skin knitted itself back together. Bonnie shivered in his grasp.
“You don’t have to,” she said weakly.
“I’m not leaving her, Bonnie.” He sucked on the spot again, leaving a hickey in place of a bite. She gripped him tighter, grinding her hips into his. “I’m not leaving either of you.”
She went still at that. Klaus felt her mind beginning to retreat, and before she could ‘sober’, he thrust inside of her unceremoniously.
Every thought flew out of her mind as he delivered stroke after stroke.
“That wasn’t fair,” she finally breathed into his neck. Klaus shuddered.
“I had to shut you up somehow,” he smirked. He pushed deeper when he felt her relax around him, his eyes glowing with pleasure as he thrusted into her at an aching pace.
He wrapped his arms around her thigh, spreading them further apart as he angled himself deeper. Bonnie released a shuddered sigh that fueled his desire for her.
“Don’t pretend like you don’t want more, Bonnie.” He breathed into her neck. “I feel it.” He kissed her temple. “And I know you do, too.”
She closed her eyes but didn’t deny any of it. When he pushed her thighs back into her chest, her breath caught in her throat. “I do,” she moaned, uncaring about pride or feeding his massive ego.
He bit her again.
Her stomach clenched with each pull from his mouth and each snap of his hips. He held her in his arms and kissed the side of her face repeatedly, down her jaw and neck to her collarbone, where he whispered against it.
“I want it too.”
Her release came at blinding speeds, and he held her as she shook in his arms, completely unravelling as he pulled each of the strings that wound her tight. Bonnie’s bottom lip trembled as the aftershocks of her pleasure consumed her.
When she felt him swell inside of her, she knew it was only a matter of time. She held on to him, her fingers splayed across his back, sliding against the thin sheen of perspiration. She untangled her legs from his grip and wrapped them around his waist, locking him in place. Her back arched as another orgasm began to build. With a hint of desperation, she cried out to him.
“Don’t leave me,” she gasped. Whether she meant in the moment or forever, Klaus didn’t care.
He’d honor both.
He pinned her arms over her head as he anchored his knees into the mattress to deliver stroke after delicious stroke, kissing along her chest as she went along. His fangs descended into the underside of her breast, puncturing the thick vein pulsating against his lips. Bonnie whimpered and clenched around him in response, and he threw his head back with a groan.
From beneath him, she admired the vision before her. His golden irises glowed amid his blown pupils as black veins skittered along his cheekbones. Her breath caught in her throat as she reached for him. He sheathed his bloodied fangs to avoid puncturing her and gently kissed the insides of her palms; a simple act that made her stomach flip.
“I won’t.” He finally answered. “Ever.”
His promise, like him, was immortalized.
The look she gave him was his undoing. He groaned and pressed his forehead against hers. He kissed her lips fervently as he felt something inside of him snap, followed by his release. Klaus gripped her shoulders tightly and pulled her down on his shaft as he thrusted into her, pulsing as his release overwhelmed him with tremors.
Bonnie held him tightly with her fingers buried in the sweat-slicked hair at the nape of his neck. He moved to kiss her, stealing what little breath she had left. His tongue ardently explored her mouth, devouring each gasp until her lungs ached for air. When he pulled back, she shuddered and inhaled deeply.
He pushed her sweaty curls out of her face and kissed her forehead, nose, and finally, her lips again, smiling when a breathless chuckle escaped her.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Though I hope you don’t think I’m done with you.” He smirked.
Bonnie bit her lip. “You’re not?”
“Nope. I have two birthdays to make up for. Now, turn over.”
With a squeal, Bonnie rolled onto her stomach and pushed her hips against his. “Do your worst.”
“I always do.”
