Does anybody have any shorter requests? I’m trying to post twice a week and I was hoping to do one longer post on a Friday and then a shorter post on a Monday.
Fluffs are probably easiest to write a short drabble-like posts but honestly please just give me some ideas! (Whether they’re fluff, smut, angst or anything in between)
Going off the same idea of the reader being ok if they *ahem* take care of themselves so long as they don't wake them up. Could I have a one shot of Elijah doing this? If not it's ok 👉👈
Entrusting Him
Summary: After using sex as a stress reliever, Elijah begins to depend on it. Y/N shows him just how much she trusts him, and how much she loved him by giving him full access to her mind, body and soul.
Elijah had been increasingly possessive as situations got more tense. Niklaus was at the centre of the problems between not only the vampire but the witches and werewolves too. Having the threat over all of their heads, Elijah knew he had made the mistake of falling in love again.
But he couldn’t find it within himself to push Y/N away, instead he kept her impossibly close. If she didn’t leave his side, then he would always be there to keep her safe.
However, Y/N had began to help him unwind. Encouraged him to release his stress into her. Yet now he had come to rely on it. Suddenly aroused whenever things turned badly. The stressful the situation, the more control he needed not to pull her aside. Too many times had she sat beside him, gently caressing him through his trousers to keep him calm.
“You’ve turned me into a different kind of beast.” He whispered against her at night, his cock remaining embedded inside her until they had to leave the house again.
Elijah had come to waking her in the early hours of the morning, his body reacting to the knowledge that the next day will bring stressful meetings and confrontations.
“Y/N…” he’d whisper, stroking her face gently. “Please, doll.”
“It’s so early ‘Lijah.” She mumbled, rubbing her eyes.
“I know, I’m sorry.” He kissed her cheek then her mouth. “I need you.”
But so many times now, she had accidentally fallen back to sleep. Elijah would of course stop, lay down beside her in a state of desperation and exhaustion. Y/N only realised how badly he needed her when she woke, feeling movement beside her and turning to see him facing away, his hips rutting up into his own hand as he tried to keep himself quiet.
“Elijah…” she whispered, her hand resting in his shoulder as he came against the sheets. He wouldn’t look at her, too ashamed. “Shh…it’s okay.” She kissed his back gently and reached around him to feel his cock; still hard and leaking.
“Forgive me.” He breathed, knowing she already had as she stroked him through another orgasm.
Later, when she lay against him ready for bed again, she squeezed his hand in hers. “I don’t want you to do that again.” She whispered and he turned his head away.
“I won’t.” He promised, his fingers intertwining with hers as he held her tight. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, I’m not mad, Elijah.” She turned to kiss his jaw, her hands stroking his face gently. “Elijah?” She cooed, making him look at her despite his shame. “You don’t have to wake me up.” She uttered and he frowned before shaking his head.
“I couldn’t-“
“I want you to.” Y/N kissed his lips softly before hugging him to her, pressing her face to his neck. “I fall asleep with you inside me, I want to wake knowing you’re still there, that you’re satisfied and happy.”
“I won’t know if I’ve hurt you.” He frowned and she smiled at him, tilting her head.
“You know my body better than anybody.” She told him, “better than I do. You’ll know, Elijah.” Her head nodded. “Besides, I’m not saying to do anything crazy, just that you can and I know you want to.”
“But-“
“Just think about it.” She said, kissing him once more before settling down to sleep. Letting him slip between her legs to feel close to her.
In the morning, he could hear her words replaying through his mind over and over. But when he gently laid her on her back and lifted his shirt that she’d worn to sleep, he felt so guilty at the idea of fucking her.
Quietly, he spread her thighs. Elijah moved to lay on his front, pulling her legs over his shoulders to gently wake her pussy up. He was slow, caring as he licked and sucked at her in a way he knew would make her come undone quickly.
Once he’d lapped up any mess, he moved to hover over her. “I love you.” He whispered, pressing his forehead to hers as he pushed his cock back into her. She felt warmer than ever, her body so soft as she moved from his force. He gently placed his hands on her hips, not wanting her to jolt as he thrust deeply. “That’s it…” he murmured, his eyes darkening at the sleepy moan she let out. Elijah moved one hand down, pressing his fingers against her lower belly and his thumb to her clit. “Y/N-“ he groaned, his breath hot against her lips as he sped up, his body trembling as he fucked into her with growing intensity.
He felt as though electric was running through his veins, filling him with energy as he continued to plough into her through his orgasm and into another.
Y/N woke when he held her up, her back against the headboard and wall, her head limply laying against his neck, legs draped around him as he let out fast puffs of air. She moaned, her brows furrowed as she moved her hands up to his hair, curling into the thick strands as she lifted her legs to wrap around him properly.
“Elijah…” she whimpered, the sound sending him over the edge again. When he didn’t relent, she pulled back enough to look at his face. His hair stuck to his skin, his eyes red and dazed as his hips moved as though programmed. “Baby…” she cupped his face, moaning again when she felt her whole body give in, her legs shaking without her even realising. “Fuck…Elijah.” The sheets were soaked and she could see how swollen her pussy was. Her hands tugged his hair, her hips slowly rolling with his.
“Just one more.” He uttered, breathless and feral as he leaned down to suck her neck which she only now noticed was already a little sore. Y/N didn’t have to look in a mirror to know she was covered in love bites. “Please?” He breathed and she nodded, stroking his hair as he sunk his fangs down into her jugular, drinking slowly as he came again.
Y/N moaned, head back and body relaxed as he gradually brought his speed down. With one last thrust, he pulled his teeth away and kissed the wounds until the blood stopped. Y/N groaned when he pulled out, her body impossibly empty without her as he laid her down to the side, away from the damp sheets.
“Shh…” he murmured, stroking her head gently and biting into his own wrist but Y/N only smiled.
“Never wanna get rid of your marks.” She whispered, sleepier now that she was before as the lack of blood took its effect. Elijah knew she’d be okay, he’d perfected how much he could take.
“I’ll clean you up, okay?” He told her, cupping her face gently and smiling back at her when she nodded.
“Trust you.” She breathed before her eyes closed again. Elijah leant down to kiss her lips gently, hugging her body to him appreciatively because he knew she’d meant it.
Emily Salvatore is Stefan and Damon sister and she falls for Klaus Mikaelson and he ask her out and then he ask her to be his girlfriend and Damon doesn’t like it and Emily disagrees care she likes Klaus so much and the months in their relationship they sleep together and can you make it smut please and thank you
Hello!
I don’t really do specific names for my writing as I like to be useable for all readers!
That’s why I stuck to Y/N as it’s flexible for people when reading. It’s also why I try not to describe Y/N’s features/appearance except for clothes 🙂
I’m sure there’s plenty of X OC writers out there who would be up for it though!
Hi❤️, I have a request, although I know that you've already written something similar in the past. Basically Klaus and the reader are in an arranged marriage, she is a virgin, and he teaches her sex
A Marriage to Remember
(I also combined this request with a couple other requests about Y/N being worried about body hair and similar requests)
Summary: When the war between Vampires, Werewolves and Witches becomes too much, marriages are arranged to align the demographics.
The divide between the Vampires, Witches and Wolves had become too much. Wars had plagued the factions for far too long, killing far too many. To settle the war, Elijah was pressed to marry a werewolf, Hayley, Freya too married a wolf, Keelin and then Kol and Niklaus were pushed to marry witches, Davina and Y/N. Rebekah had managed to marry Marcel before the war had started keeping her out of the negotiations. Such decisions had been made to ensure the Mikaelsons would end up protecting all parties. Despite their violent nature, family did come first and so making them family was the best chance they all had at becoming one.
Witches were the faction Niklaus had liked least. He didn’t like that they could have to upper hand; the power. He’d used and abused them many times through the centuries and now was forced to marry one.
Whilst the other Mikaelsons attempted to get to know their new partners, Klaus refused to meet Y/N before their wedding day.
And so, for one of the few times in his long life, Niklaus felt nervous. Stood at the alter, staring down the pathway, waiting for what felt like an eternity before the witch emerged with no father to walk her down the aisle.
Klaus took the time it took her to approach, to admire her appearance and choice in dress. Though he was mildly disappointed by the modesty, it also intrigued him. He could feel her looking him over too, though he couldn’t quite tell whether she was impressed or not. She merely glanced at the witch who already stood by the alter, the maid of honour presumably, who nodded with encouragement as Y/N finally came to stand beside Niklaus.
When they turned to face one another, he could see the fear inside her eyes, the touch of sadness and defeat. His jaw ticked and he turned to glance at Elijah who only glared back as a reminder of how crucial this marriage was.
And so, with reluctance from both sides, Y/N and Klaus said their “I do”s. He watched as her face flushed pink, and her eyes shifted awkwardly across his face, eventually stilling on his lips. Klaus knew in that instance that she had never been kissed before, that she was scared not only because of who and what he was but because she was young and lacked any life experience let alone relationship experience. So he responded as gently as he could, kissing her softly, almost sweetly before taking her hand and leading her back down the aisle whilst everyone else began to shift into the next room for the dinner, drinks and dances.
Klaus took her into a smaller room, away from the bright lights and the cameras, the music and the people. There he sighed quietly to himself when her eyes grew red and wet, her bottom lip wobbled and her hands shook.
“It’s alright.” He murmured, cupping her face and stroking her cheek with his thumb in an attempt to comfort Y/N.
“I’m sorry.” She whimpered, rubbing her nose with the back of his hand, causing him to grimace slightly before pulling the handkerchief from his inside pocket.
“Come now love,” he wiped her nose gently, “I’m not so bad.” The words were lightly teasing, an attempt at some humour but Y/N wasn’t ready. She wasn’t ready for any of it.
Still, eventually he coaxed her to go with him to the main hall and pulled the chair out for her. He attempted ignore the faint whispers of “she’ll be fine” amongst the witches, the glances his siblings made and the mutterings of the vampires who were still against the alliance.
Klaus felt his gaze soften upon their dance, when he heard her uttering the steps under her breath, it was clear she had rehearsed. She watched her feet and his, her breathing picking up when she made a slight misstep. Klaus wondered silently why the witches would have chosen her to marry him.
Hayley had been a strong female alpha wolf, matching Elijah’s morality and pushing back with force. Keelin, similarly had as much bite and say as Freya and even Davina, although sweet had her defiance and fire. But Y/N seemed only afraid, not a force to be reckoned with at all.
But the witches knew what they were doing. As much as Niklaus enjoyed a challenge, he enjoyed feeling needed and wanted more. Having someone to protect, to look after would likely be longer lasting than someone pushing back against his buttons. Y/N was a deliberate choice, a gamble on what they knew and believed of Niklaus Mikaelson.
They just so happened to be right.
Klaus spent the majority of the first few weeks of their marriage attempting to bring her out of her shell, telling her stories and offering her different things. He took her shopping, waiting patiently as she came out in different outfits. At night he would press his mouth to hers, encouraging her to part her lips and let her tongue dance with his. He’d chuckle softly when his eyes would open to see all the items in his room floating. Y/N would flush, thinking Klaus was laughing at her before realising that her magic had once again slipped from her control.
Klaus soon enjoyed sitting and reading through grimoires with her, watching as she perfected spell after spell.
Klaus found himself enjoying her presence very much, there was just one thing their relationship lacked: sex. Although it had only been a couple months, Klaus hadn’t had to go without sex for longer than a few days in centuries.
So, he began to hint. Hand on her thigh, encouraging her hands on his thighs, brushing her breast whilst kissing her deeply, hiking her leg over his hip in bed, but she just didn’t get it.
Klaus could smell her arousal, practically taste it, but she made no move to reciprocate or any indication that she even understood what he wanted.
It was only upon her accidentally walking in on him with his hand around his cock that she realised his needs. She’d been looking for him for a while, began wondering the other rooms. When opening the spare bedroom door, she expected to find only a clean empty bed. Instead, her husband lay a sweaty mess with his hips bucking up and head back. The gasp that left her made him spring up, the sheets pulled over his lap as his wide eyes locked on hers. Minutes later he was sat in his, now their room, gently explaining that he was simply fulfilling one of his needs and he was sorry for not locking the door.
“It’s okay” she whispered, “s’my fault for ignoring you when you tried to show me”
Klaus only blinked at her. “You knew?”
“I won’t be any good, I’ve never done it.” The way she said it, was as though it would be a surprise. Klaus only smiled.
“I know, love. I knew the moment I saw you at the end of the aisle, when you weren’t sure how to kiss me back. But you’re an excellent kisser now” he reminded, “because you’ve had plenty of practice.” The words were teasing and she smiled shyly back. His hand gently caressed her knee as he leaned forward to kiss her cheek. “I can teach you to be good at anything.”
Y/N leaned to him, resting her head against his shoulder whilst he danced his fingertips along the soft skin of her thigh, up under the little dress he’d bought for her.
“Come here.” He whispered, kissing the side of her head gently and pressing down into her flesh, grabbing both her thighs and urging her forward. Slowly, Y/N shifted onto his lap. “Like that” he murmured as he set her legs open around his waist, straddling him effectively. He lifted the skirt of her dress, staring down at her panties on the verge of drooling. “Just…just gonna rub okay?” He held his hand out and caressed her gently through the soft cotton, admiring how the fabric dampened and clung to her pussy. Klaus listened to her breathing, enjoying the uneven pattern when he teased her entrance through her underwear.
Y/N swallowed thickly as she felt her whole body became hot. She wasn’t quite sure what to do when her hips bucked without her meaning to. Klaus only continued to praise her. “See? Your body is already learning, see that?” He brushed her the same way, causing her hips to flex again. “Good girl, right there” he rubbed her clit quickly, grinning to himself when she humped against his fingers.
The soft little sounds she let out only grew louder before her panties were soaked through, her pussy so wet he could hear her little hole clench. “Fuck, come here” he mumbled but Y/N wasn’t sure how to get any closer.
“Where?” She whispered and he groaned, tugging her panties until the elastic inside snapped and he could tear the fabric off her skin. At the exposure, Y/N instinctively tried to get off and close her legs. Klaus let out a small yelp when her knee knocked between his own legs.
“Love-“ he tried to get a hold of her but she was pulling her dress back down with trembling hands. “I’m sorry,” he apologised, wrapping his arm over her waist to pull her back beside him. “Shh, I’m sorry.” He kissed her temple and cupped her cheek, feeling how hot her skin was. He could feel her embarrassment, and he resented himself for it. “I shouldn’t have done that” he mumbled, kissing her face in small but repetitive gestures.
“I’m not…I haven’t had time.” She whimpered and he rubbed her side comfortingly.
“Time for what, love?” He murmured, his forehead against her cheek, a position that appeared almost submissive.
“To look ready.” He watched her swallow the little lump down her throat. His brows pinched for a second before he nudged her gently with his nose.
“Love?” He whispered and she remained quiet but he knew he had her attention. “I don’t care about some hair.”
The words lingered and she felt her face get even hotter. Her friends had made it clear that Klaus, being as old and as experienced as he was, would expect nothing less than perfection. Y/N had taken it too seriously. She was too fearful something wouldn’t look right or feel right.
“I’ve not…I don’t know how to shave it off.” She whispered and Klaus nodded, stroking her arm slowly.
“That doesn’t matter. I just want to feel you, love.” He nuzzled her cheek and brushed her thighs again. “You’re beautiful, I know you’ll be gorgeous there too.”
After another minute or too, he had her legs back open, caressing her directly this time rather than through her panties. She watched him watch her, seeing the love and affection in his eyes led her to comfort. Slowly, her body relaxed and moved with his hand toward her pleasure once again. Her fingers curled into the material of his henley when his head settled between her thighs.
“There, like that” he had her tap him twice quickly. “You tap like that if you want it to stop.” Klaus nodded up at her reassuringly before letting his tongue stroke along her lips. He pulled her legs up over his shoulder and dug in. Y/N arched naturally, her body pushing against the heat of his mouth as he sucked her clit between his lips. Klaus worked with only his tongue and teeth to push her to the edge, his eyes occasionally glancing out to watch how her face contorted with pleasure.
He didn’t push for anything more, didn’t try guide her hands to his crotch. Just led back beside her and held her close to his chest. When she fell to sleep, he slipped back away to finish himself off.
It wasn’t long before he had her down on the floor, her face in his hands whilst he gently guided her head back and forth, watching her struggle to slide his cock down her throat. Her eyes would glaze over and he’d catch the little dribble of saliva from the corner of her mouth.
Y/N had attempted to seduce him, positioned herself across their bed in a brand new set of underwear, waiting nervously as the door handle twisted. Klaus was of course entranced, but he also couldn’t help but find her adorable rather than a sex symbol. He could see how much she was trying, how uncomfortable she felt in the clothes. So of course, he helped take them off. He caressed the little bumps on her skin from where she’s shaved her hair down.
“Told you I didn’t mind.” He mumbled but kissed her mound in appreciation anyway. As much as Y/N enjoyed his mouth, she moved away and nudged him down onto his back. klaus smiled to himself when she settled on top of him, grinding clumsily on his clothed cock. His eyes narrowed slightly at the little show she put on, the sway of her hips and her mouth suckling along his skin as she pulled his pants open and down. She held him in her shaky hand and without any consideration for herself, took him inside her in one swift motion.
Klaus’s eyes widened when she suppressed a cry, and the way her tight hole attempted to push against him. His hands flew to her hips, holding her tight so she didn’t move too much.
“Christ,” he breathed, trying to keep her still as she whimpered. “Shh, it’s alright” he carefully arched himself to try check she was alright; no tearing or blood. “Can’t do that yet, love. You’re too tight for that.” He whispered, kissing her cheek gently and caressing her hips. “What made you do that, hm?”
“I’m sorry.” She sniffed, nuzzling into his neck. “Saw it and thought you’d like it.”
“Saw it?” He questioned, his brows knotting together.
“I was just trying to learn how to do it.” She whispered and Klaus bit back a groan.
“I said I’d teach you.” He murmured, kissing the side of her neck now. “God knows what you ended up watching.” Y/N only held onto him tighter.
Slowly, Klaus began to shift his hips against hers. He held the back of her head and rolled her onto her back as he began to take her. He shushed her went she let out a moan that was a little too loud to be real.
“Don’t copy any stupid video.” He mumbled, thrusting a little deeper to pull a genuine gasp from her lips. Klaus took his time exploring her body, trying different angles to see which ones would make her arch more, whine higher and beg better.
When she collapsed into a heap and whispered that she couldn’t take anymore, Klaus admired her quietly, watching as each blink became longer until her eyes stayed shut. He thought back to their wedding day, to how he questioned why the witches would have given him someone so quiet and afraid. He understood now.
Your Klaus mikaelson getting off by thinking of you post *chefs kiss* could I get one with Elijah???
His to Protect
Summary: Elijah takes an interest in one of the girls in Mystic Falls. For once he feels appreciated and cared about, but he fears he’ll let his beast go too far if he takes what he truly wants.
Elijah had kept a professional relationship of sorts with the Salvatores and Elena. He made a deal, offered some benefits and gained what he needed.
But Y/N, she had no place in the deal except for being one of Elena’s loved ones. When he had saved the others, they still treated him with disdain. However, upon rescuing Y/N from the wolves, she’d continued to hug him tight. Arms up around his neck as she whimpered.
“They’re gone” he murmured, though his arms were still looped around her waist. “You’re safe…” his eyes fluttered, her warmth making his skin tingle beneath the suit.
“Thank you.” She whispered, slowly releasing his blazer and settling down onto her feet. Y/N glanced back, sighing at the sight of the werewolves dead across the floor. Yet somehow, Elijah didn’t have a speck of blood on him. Her hand went to his, and he could tell when he looked into her eyes that she was still scared.
“Let me walk you back home.” He nodded, leading her past the bodies, gently lifting her by the waist while he stepped over them. She stayed close to him, slowly becoming calm as they walked through town.
“You’re really strong.” She told him, her cheeks already a shade of pink. “Those wolves nearly killed Damon, I don’t know how you fight them all at once.”
“Fortunately, I’m a much more advanced vampire than young Damon.” He smiled, his eyes glancing just for a brief second to her lips.
“Because you’re an original?” Her head tilted as they came to stop outside her house. “How old does that make you exactly?”
“A little over a thousand.” He smiled, his hand letting go of hers. “So perhaps a year or two over your limit.” His eyes deepened when her cheeks got redder and she let out a laugh.
“Maybe” she scratched the back of her neck and stepped forward, hugging him once more. “Thank you, again.” Y/N smiled before heading into her house. Elijah lingered for a moment longer before vanishing into the night.
He had developed a soft spot for her. That much was obvious just from the way he spoke to her in comparison to the others. Elijah was happy to hear her out. When the others daggered him, he knew she had nothing to do with it.
That much was clear when they undaggered him. She was hugging him once again, apologising that it had happened him. Asking if it hurt, if he still hurt. Elijah enjoyed her warmth, the care radiating off her as if she’d known him for years. He hugged her back, holding her to him and breathing in her scent.
However, despite his centuries worth of self control, he could feel his blood rushing south. Slowly, he untangled himself from her and smiled.
“It’s late.” He nodded, squeezing her hand gently before releasing her. “You should be in bed so you’re safe.”
“I was gonna go stay with Bonnie, so she’s not alone down there.” She explained and though he liked how sweet and considerate she was, he didn’t want her being at risk.
“I’m sure Miss Bennett will be perfectly fine. I hear she has managed to engage in a ‘face-time’.” The last two words were said with a slight questioning tone that made Y/N laugh.
“Well…”
“I think it would be best if you were inside, where you’re safe.” He gently turned her to face her house. “Niklaus isn’t one to show mercy.” And because she trusted him, she went back home.
Unfortunately, Elijah wasn’t able to see her again until Damon woke him.
After showering, getting into a new suit and getting a hair cut, he made his way to her house. The door opened before he could knock making him smile.
“You’re back!” She beamed before hugging him again and taking his hand. “Come in!” She tugged him and the second his foot went over the threshold, he knew he’d be seeing a lot more of her. Visiting in the day…perhaps once or twice in the night to check on her. “Your hair looks nice.” Y/N reached up, her fingers gliding through it and messing up the style.
“Thank you.” He murmured, his eyes flickering to her lips again. She pulled her hand away slowly and smiled.
“Are you thirsty?” She asked and he suppressed a smirk.
“Parched.”
He sat quietly, accepting the glass of water and watching her sit opposite him. “I hope my brother hasn’t been too much of a bother.” He sighed and she shrugged.
“He’s been a little troublesome.” She laughed and he shook his head in dismay.
“Has he hurt you?” He questioned and her head shook.
“No, he’s only really hurt Damon since he got back.” She shrugged and he chuckled.
“Well that’s…expected.” Elijah mused, “though I should warn you that I’ll be waking the rest of my siblings this evening. I hope your friends won’t face any more harm but I can’t promise their safety from all of my siblings.” He glanced down, slightly disappointed with himself.
“Elijah, you know that it’s not your job to protect everyone, right?” She asked and he fell silent. After a moment, she reached over to hold his hand, her fingers touching his daylight ring. “Do you all wear the same design?” She changed the subject but still showed the same amount of interest.
“Our mother made them shortly after we turned, when we realised the sun burned us.” He nodded, stretching his fingers out for her to admire it. But as he felt her gaze, he couldn’t help but wonder if she was looking at them and thinking of anything else.
“Do you like being a vampire?” She asked quietly and he looked to her, seeing the genuine curiosity in her eyes.
“I enjoyed being human.” He answered vaguely but she nodded with understanding.
“What was it like back then?”
“Different. Five of us had to share a room, we were struggling, but we were happy.” The furrow in his brow made her heart clench. Elijah was slightly surprised when she stood at his side, his hand between both of hers. “Now, Niklaus controls us with daggers and keeps us in coffins.” His throat cleared and he too stood. “I’m going to fix that tonight.”
“Good luck, Elijah.” She smiled and leant up on her toes to kiss his cheek.
He let her words ring through his mind once more as he pulled the last dagger from Finn’s chest.
Within a few days, he had personally pushed an envelope through her door, and sat patiently at home, carefully selecting which bow tie he would wear for the ball. Rebekah could tell instantly that he was trying to impress someone after he had changed the way his hair was brushed three times.
“So…what’s her name?” She pressed as he checked his tuxedo again.
“I should have a waistcoat.” He murmured and Rebekah rolled her eyes.
“You look fine, Elijah, now who is she?”
“Y/N.” He answered faintly and Rebekah beamed.
“What does she look like? What will she be wearing? Are you sending her a car? Are you going to meet her at the door?”
The questions were fired left, right and centre. Elijah’s head was spinning, his mouth failing to form any answers.
He did in fact, linger by the door, listening intently as people approached the door and quickly heading out when heard her thank the driver. In a flash, he was at her side and offering his arm.
“Well, I know they say you’re a gentleman but I didn’t expect all this.” She laughed, smiling brightly at him as he led them inside.
“You should expect higher of me.” He teased, welcoming her inside and shooting Rebekah a look when she immediately moved to come over. “You look,” he took a breath, glancing her over slowly before looking back to her eyes. “Exquisite.” He landed on, swallowing thickly as he felt his cheeks blush.
“Thank you.” She smiled, her hand coming to rest on his arm making him unconsciously flex the muscle. “You look lovely.” She squeezed the muscle lightly, her eyes glancing down at it when she felt how firm he was.
“I have to go to the stairs for my mother’s welcome but I’ll find you for the dance.” He promised, Y/N let him go and smiled as he kept glancing back, making sure she didn’t suddenly disappear.
Her hand was back in his soon enough, his hand tentative against her waist. Y/N slid her hand to his shoulder, admiring the fabric of his suit.
“So, how has it been with your mother back?” She asked and he offered a half hearted smile.
“It’s been a very long time…she’s spent her time on the other side planning out demise. I think it’s fair to say that I’m not entire convinced of her performance yet.” He explained, voice low and serious.
“Well you better not go anywhere.” She teased and he preened.
“Of course not.”
Elijah danced with her until almost everyone had left. Only then did he walk her back to the car, reluctant to let her leave but also not wanting to appear so forward as to ask her to stay the night. He wouldn’t want her in such proximity to his siblings anyway.
“Goodnight, Y/N.” He whispered, his hand on hers still lingering. Y/N tilted her head, clearly waiting for something but when Elijah didn’t move she ended up leaning up herself to kiss him goodbye. Elijah’s hand came up to cup her face, his body stepping forward and pressing her back to the car. When her lips parted he felt the veins raise from beneath his eyes and his fangs ache. He pulled away, forcing himself to look away but her hands pulled him to look back at her.
He could see the slither of fear in her, though it was quickly masked as she kissed him again. Her hand against his chest made his heart soar but it also made him ravenous. Y/N moaned softly into his mouth as his hands held her tight, one hand grasping her rear making her gasp against him.
Elijah panted softly, turning his head away once again in an attempt to push his beast back down. “Forgive me.” He breathed, sliding his hand back up to her waist. Y/N leaned up, pressing her lips to his cheek for a lingering kiss before gently pushing his arms away.
“Goodnight, Elijah.” She smiled, settling down into the car and looking at him through the window and the driver set off.
Elijah remained stood outside for a minute or two after, needing the cool night air to help settle him.
He thought it had, but once he was back in his room, looking at the fresh sheets he had laid just in case, he couldn’t help but imagine her there. Quietly, the door was clicked shut and he settled down into his chair at his desk. His gaze set on his bed just imagining her.
How she would giggle, smile at him. Nervous but eager.
Slowly, his hands pulled his trousers open before sliding under the waistband of his boxers. He shuddered at the touch; he hadn’t realised quite how hard he’d become. He handled himself gently, pulling himself out into the open air and picturing her sweet face. Her soft hands wrapping around him. Stroking shyly.
His eyes fell closed, allowing him to picture her smile, to hear her breathy words as her thumb would roll over his tip. Elijah’s hips stuttered up, but he reminded himself that he’d take his time with her. Let her explore. He teased his balls, wondering how she would fondle them, how tight she would grip his cock. If she’d dare to put it in her mouth. A groan left him at the thought.
The drawers beside him were opened hastily, a squirt of cool cream squirted into his hand before being spread generously along his length. He moaned at the wet sound when he stroked quickly, instead of her mouth, he craved her pussy.
The thought of her on top of him, thighs over his as she rocked her hips. He’d finally see her breasts, feel them against him, in his hands and his mouth. How tight her pussy would be, how hot and soft.
His hips thrust up without restraint, fucking his own fist viscously as he imagined her begging him to go faster- harder.
She’d let him on top of her, legs around him, perhaps even over his shoulder as he thrust deep into her. Elijah tried to imagine the sounds she’d make, how needy her moans would be when she came. Would she like it slow and intimate? Or would she let him turn her over? Put her on all fours and caress her hips as he took her from behind.
A desperate sound came out of him, his hand moving impossibly fast as I came across his floor, spurting thick, hot streaks across the carpet and imagining how she would cry for more.
After a moment, he released himself, sinking into his chair with a long breath. His cheeks went red, as if he were embarrassed with himself. He was, a little.
But that didn’t stop him from wrapping his fingers back around himself the next morning, wishing desperately that he had asked her to come to bed with him.
But soon, his attention was torn from Y/N and placed back on his family. His mother’s plotting and his siblings demises. Once their mother had fled, Kol and Fin disappeared too. Rebekah had decided to stay and Elijah did too, though this time he did not stay for Niklaus.
(Smut [!] and a little angst because I’m incapable of a writing a happy ending apparently)
Summary: Although Klaus might be an obvious enemy, someone to avoid and hate, it’s impossible not to give in once he’s given you a taste.
It had started after home coming. Stefan had taken Klaus’s family and Klaus had been interrogating all of us about where they were; where Stefan was.
He got so close when he was mad, his voice quiet yet harsh when he’d whisper his threats and his plans. I didn’t mean to glance at his lips, couldn’t help the way my tongue darted to wet my own. When I looked back up, his irises were almost five shades darker; like the ocean now rather than the sky. I had opened my mouth to tell him I didn’t know where Stefan or the coffins were, but no sound seemed to come out. I could barely register what had happened, all I knew was that my back was against the wall and his lips were on mine.
It was purely instinctual when my legs wrapped around his hips, the sounds that rolled of my tongue were involuntary. Even once his mouth left mine I couldn’t regain control, his teeth were all over my neck just nipping the skin. I rest my head back against the wall, eyes barely open as I glanced at the door. Damon could’ve come home at any moment, Elena might’ve turned up. But I couldn’t have started to care about that.
I let out a small hiss in slight pain when I felt the skin of my throat break, but the sting was soon soothed by the warmth of his tongue. The sensation continued down my collarbone, his face soon against my cleavage.
Summer had passed but it was still warm out, I remember being grateful for that when my dress was bunched up to my waist. A moan had left me when his finger pads stroked over my folds, I hadn’t even felt him tug my underwear aside. I looked down but his eyes were still closed, mouth sucking dark marks onto the top of my breast. My own mouth only hung open when his fingers sunk inside me, his thumb searching for barely a second before it was circling my clit.
His hand only teased, warming me up before he was pulling back enough to tug his belt open. Still, I couldn’t find it in me to push him away, to even consider the morals in question surrounding what I was doing. Instead, my own fingers fumbled to undo his jeans.
My hands went behind his neck, as if he might drop me but his supernatural strength was evident when he held me with one hand firmly under my thigh. I slid up the wall slightly when he thrust, his hips pushing me up. A winded gasp left me, my hands looking for something to grab. A groan left him when I clutched his hair the back of his head, pulling him to look up. Each thrust was hard but slow.
My legs tightened around him, my hips pushing back slightly whilst my back curved in. I tried not to look at him, not to acknowledge who was making me feel so good. Klaus only took it as a prompt to attach his mouth back to my neck, sucking so hard that I worried for a second that he was going to feed from me.
I could feel my chest rise and fall, hear my own pants as I felt the tension inside me snap. When I let out a cry, his hand clamped down over my mouth, effectively hushing me. My eyes shifted, looking back into his as he pressed his finger to his own lips as a ‘shush’ motion.
I frowned slightly, confused before hearing Damon’s voice ring through, Elena’s echoing after. My eyes stung when I felt him pull out. Slowly, his hand left my face and he lowered my legs down to the floor. They shook slightly when my panties went back over my now soaked cunt, my dress tugged down to cover my thighs. I felt the shame hit fast and hard, my eyes falling to the floor as I heard my friends getting closer. When I looked back up, Klaus was gone.
“Jesus Christ.” Damon laughed and I quickly looked to him, alarmed and slightly afraid. “Rough night?” The grin on his face only widened as he came over, running a finger down the side of my thoroughly bruised neck.
“You’re seeing someone!?” Elena questioned, her eyes wide as she glanced me down. I felt both their eyes linger on my chest before Damon let out a low whistle.
“You know, most ladies cover up after being…handled so roughly.” His tone was teasing and I forced a laugh forward. My face felt hot, my legs still weak as I pushing him back slightly and walked round him to the couch.
I continued to be harassed over who it was that did it. By the next day, Elena had told Caroline and Caroline had told everyone.
They all refused to give me their blood to heal the marks, unless I told them who it was and I knew they’d hear my heart skip if I lied so I stuck it out and subjected myself to turtle necks even in the heat outside.
When I wondered into the grill, I seemed to find Klaus instantly and he too was staring straight back from his place at the bar. Without another thought, I ended up turning around and leaving. Yet I only made it down one street before I was pulled down a little alleyway. Instinctively, I tried to scream but once against his hand fell over my mouth.
“Shh, it’s alright, it’s me.” He whispered, his eyes much more relaxed than mine.
“What’re you doing?” I asked once his palm had left my face.
“Don’t be like that, now love.” He chuckled, the sound low but smooth as he curled a finger into the top of my turtle neck to tug it down. His marks had faded to a pale green over the last week. “You’ve been covered up for days.” He muttered, his finger tip now stroking the skin.
“Yeah well I’ve been called all sorts when people see it.” I scoffed though I didn’t sound as annoyed about it as I’d intended. Klaus only let out a quiet hum before leaning his head down to suck the colours back to life. “Klaus-“ I whined, my hand pressing to his chest but not quite pushing him back.
“Shh” he breathed again before his tongue slid along my skin. A breathless moan left me and again, my head went back. My body welcomed him too much for my mind to tell it to stop.
“Someone will see…” I mumbled, but not truly caring.
“If you’d rather be at my house-“
“No” my head shook, I couldn’t. It would be too real if I was in his house, his room, his bed.
Instead we ended up in a hotel. His body pressing me into clean sheets, my head nestled against a weak pillow whilst he sucked new marks down my stomach.
“Stop shaking” he chuckled and I closed my eyes.
“Don’t talk.” I whispered, if I couldn’t hear him and I didn’t look at him then I could pretend it wasn’t him at all.
Just a faceless, nameless being between my legs. I held the sheet instead of his hair when his tongue curled into me, moaned anything except his name as my hips rocked against his head.
Klaus only seemed to find amusement in my attempt to detach.
“If you don’t want to look at me, then I won’t let you.” He murmured against the back of my neck as he pushed my shoulders down and my face against the bed. I breathed heavily when my hips were lifted up and back. Soon I had no air left in me.
His pace was always brutal, whether it was slow or fast, it was still hard; deep. I could barely breathe, couldn’t think at all. It was euphoric.
Klaus didn’t seem to care for the emotional side either, instead he just wiped me gently and pulled his clothes back on. “The room is paid for all night.” He would always inform me before making his swift exit. I always slept at the hotel, wouldn’t even attempt to walk until the day after.
I felt guilty when with Elena or any of the others but I also couldn’t help but think about him, his hands or his mouth. I tried desperately not to think of his cock.
When he got his family back and they woke, I received an envelope with my name in his hand writing. It was a simple invitation to the ball, just asking for a dance. When asked by Elena, I said I got an invitation like most of the town but it didn’t say anything else. I felt like she could tell I was lying but she didn’t push it. None of them did.
Nobody asked why I was so reluctant and anxious. Nobody cared that I split off from the others to head straight for the table full of champagne. None of them saw the way his hand came to squeeze my behind when he appeared behind me, his other hand on my waist as he guided me across the floor whilst I held a glass in each hand.
“You seem nervous, love.” He murmured, his voice already amused as I necked the first drink.
“Stop touching me.” I whispered, quickly looking around to make sure nobody was looking.
“You don’t usually mind.” He muttered, his jaw slightly tenser when I looked back at him. We lapsed into a silence before his mother called for a toast and he was called up to the staircase. When he came back down, he walked straight past me to dance with someone else. He hadn’t cared before that I didn’t want to be seen with him, he knew why. But his ego was large and evidently, easy to bruise especially in a public space.
With a sigh I found Stefan, who had been rejected my Elena for Damon. I ended up being spun into klaus’s arms halfway through anyway.
“Shall I let you go or will you allow it?” He questioned, a cockiness to his tone as his grip on my waist tightened.
“Don’t be a child.” I murmured and he scoffed. “Klaus.” I warned, holding his hand a little tighter when he began to pull away. It would’ve caused more of a scene if he stormed off in the middle of a dance.
“Don’t scold me like-“ kissing him was the only way I knew how to shut him up. It was only brief, and only light but it worked as I expected. He was quiet for the rest of the dance, his hold firm but far less tense. “I wanted to show you something.” He mumbled as the dance came to an end and his head bowed down to my hand.
“Where?”
“Upstairs.”
I expected him to pull me into his room, to have me on his bed in an instant but instead I was led into a room decorated in art. Faced with a table scattered with sketches of me, my face, my body, in sex and in sleep. I felt my cheeks flush with warmth at the image of my face contorted with pleasure and my breasts on display.
“You did these form memory?” I asked thought I knew he must’ve, he’d never brought a sketchbook with him before.
“I think of you regularly. I draw you to stop myself from fucking my fist any longer.” He teased with a laugh and I couldn’t help but smile with a similar amusement.
“Do I not give you enough?” I raised a brow and his head shook, a grin on his mouth.
“Not nearly.” In another case I might’ve been offended but I knew what he meant. “I crave you the second I leave the room.”
“Then you should stay longer.” I shrugged and his eyes dropped, his focus on my cleavage as his tongue darted to wet his lips.
“You never seem to want to go again.”
“I always do.” I murmured as he got closer, his hands back on my hips as I knocked back against the table. I met his mouth as he began to lean down, kissing him with the same eagerness.
“You should…stay the night.” He breathed against me, his hands squeezing tight.
“You know I can’t.” I whispered, my forehead against his.
“Then the hotel again, and this time, I’ll stay.”
And so, after another round of dances and champagne, I went to the hotel and waited impatiently for him to arrive a half an hour later.
“Thought you might’ve undressed at least-“ he panted as he tugged the zip of my dress down, getting increasingly frustrated when it kept catching.
“Don’t break it” I mumbled, knowing he was thinking about just tearing it in half. Soon enough it was shoved to the floor and I let out a squeal as he pushed me down to the bed making me bounce slightly. I couldn’t help but laugh when his clothes were flung at the wall.
His arms were around me, his body rolling with mine until I was above him. I hesitated just slightly, he’d never put me on top before.
“Are you gonna look at me?” He whispered and I nodded slowly. Something was different, I felt lighter, less tense and full of shame. My body still welcomed him as easily as all the other times but there was something messier this time. Neither of us seemed to have the same precision as usual when our hips met. Laughs seemed to mix with our moans and even once I was spent and on top of him, his hips still rocked against mine. My mouth remained against his until sleep took me away.
In the morning my head pounded and my body ached. I shifted to sit only to find our bodies still attached. I glanced at his face but found him still full of sleep. I swallowed thickly, I’d drank more than I meant to out of nerves and I’d given into him far more easily because of it. Slowly, I became to pull him out but at the movement his hips thrust back up making me whine. The sound seemed to stir something in him, soon his own eyes cracking awake.
“Mmh…” he mumbled incoherently before shifting against to pull out just slightly, again his hips drove forward into me. I moaned again and let his hands pull me back down. I was encased with the heat from his body as he led over me, his face nuzzled in my neck whilst he thrust lazily between my thighs, the sensation once again gentle but intense.
“Klaus…” I breathed and it might’ve been the first time I’d said his name in sex. The fact seemed to affect him greatly, his hips stuttering at his own name. “Klaus” I repeated, a whine in my throat that encouraged his body to rut involuntarily. I gasped when at the sudden rapidness and repeated his name until I felt him spill out of me.
“Fuck…” he whispered against my shoulder, his entire weight now holding me down. Silently, I stroked his back. It was strangely intimate and something I’d avoided thus far, as I felt his soft kisses across my skin, I wished I’d indulged in it sooner.
We took our time to clean up, to dress and leave. Klaus promised to call but he had to go as an issue in the family had already occurred.
I didn’t receive any calls, though I knew his mother’s betrayal must’ve stung. I attempted to text but was left unanswered.
When I seemed to be ill, I ended up in the hospital only to be diagnosed with an unbelievable fate: pregnant.
Klaus only scoffed when I told him, and refused to talk to me again. For he was half vampire and wouldn’t believe that I hadn’t been with another. He assumed he was one of many and so I sat in the same hotel room we always booked, alone after my parents rejected the idea of a grandchild.
(This was requested but I can’t find the request 😖 Disclaimer: In no way is this supposed to be offensive! I am not American and any phrases used are found through google LOL, please don’t think I’m in any way mocking. I would never want anyone to feel that way) SMUT is included 😛
Summary: Klaus can’t seem to get his words out or put forth his usually cocky behaviour when around Y/N. Her proud southern confidence allows him to relax and just do as he’s told.
Klaus was making another unannounced drop in to Camille’s apartment for another ‘therapy session’. He’d been knocking repeatedly for the last thirty seconds, a smirk on his face when the chain sounded from the other side of the door. He expected an annoyed Camille, angrily awoke from her sleep. Instead Y/N stood with a towel wrapped around her wet body.
“Hi” she greeted, the accent on her immediately obvious. “I’m so sorry, are you sellin’ somethin?” She asked, shifting on her feet and holding the towel tighter.
“No, I’m here for Camille…” he glanced at the number on the apartment door, second guessing himself for a moment.
“Oh, Cami! I’m so sorry sugar, she’s gone on out for the day.” The smile on her face was genuine, her head tilted slightly to the side.
“Right” Klaus nodded but made no effort to leave. Instead his eyes glanced her down, admiring the little droplets of water slipping down her chest and thighs.
“I can call her?” She offered and Klaus shook his head and cleared his throat.
“No, that’s quite alright. I’ll just…” he glanced over his shoulder and then back at her. She raised her brow slightly before opening the door a little more.
“Why don’t you come on in, I’ll fix you a sweet tea once I’ve finished my shower.”
And so Klaus took a seat in the living room and waited. He sat quietly when she came back in, watching as she opened the cupboards and brought him over his drink. The little white dress only seemed to fit her into the stereotype even more, causing him to smile a little.
“You laughin’ at me beau?” She asked and he quickly wiped the expression from his face. “I’m kiddin’” she smiled and took a seat beside him. Klaus laughed awkwardly and held his tea between both hands. “So, are you an Cami together?”
“No, she’s been writing my memoir” Klaus cleared his throat.
“Oh goodness, are you famous?” She hit his arm playfully and Klaus chuckled.
“To some, I suppose.”
“Well, hell. Tell me your stories.” She sat back, relaxed and waiting. Klaus hesitated and glanced at his drink. “You shy, sugar?” She asked, smiling and patting his arm in an act of support.
“Yes” he answered, his voice unsure. Klaus wasn’t a shy creature. Entirely the opposite, and yet he felt a little embarrassed and a touch flustered. Whether it was the let name or her unapologetic nature, he wasn’t so sure.
Luckily for him, Cami turned up earlier than expected. Coming through the door and halting at the sight of him and her bestfriend sat on the sofa.
“Y/N!” She called in surprise, the alarm in her voice making Y/N get up and come over.
“Your friend is here, ain’t he just fit as a fiddle.” She winked and Cami forced a smile before pushing Y/N inter her room, ignoring the way she questioned what was going on.
“If yall wanted alone time-“ she began but Camille slammed the door before Klaus could catch the rest of her sentence.
Soon enough, Klaus was coming over to see Y/N rather than Cami. And when Camille found out what he was she was angry and frightened and frustrated, Y/N only seemed to treat him like more of a child.
“Oh sugar, I’ll get that for you.” She’d smack his hand down and go get him the sketchbook that he couldn’t quite reach.
She’d put her hat of his head and take a photo before he could get it off.
“I’m putting’ that up on the wall!” She’d grin and Klaus would feel his face heat again.
Rebekah loved Y/N. And she loved trying on all her boots and hats. She’d be dressed up like a southern belle, trying and failing to imitate the southern accent. Y/N would just laugh and fail just as miserably to try replicate Rebekah’s.
“You should hear Nik’s American accent, he sounds ridiculous!” She laughed and Y/N tilted her head.
“Nik?”
“Oh, Klaus. His name’s Niklaus, but he doesn’t like because Mikael named him.” She explained and Y/N frowned.
“I can’t believe yall have been living a millennium without parents. I couldn’t go on without my Mama n my Daddy.” Her head shook and Rebekah smiled faintly.
“Unfortunately, I don’t think our parents are much like yours.” Rebekah took the cowboy hat off and set it back on her bed. Y/N softened and reached to take the blondes hand.
“I’m sorry peach. I forget what I’m sayin’ sometimes.” She apologised and Rebekah attempted to brighten herself back up by asking all sorts of questions.
“Our family never took a great interest in the south.” Elijah had admitted one evening whilst engaged in an intense game of chess with Y/N.
“Well why the hell not?” She questioned and he suppressed a smile whilst moving his knight.
“Southerners aren’t the most welcoming, or at least not in the past. We made trades with them of course but we preferred more densely populated states, like New Orleans for example.” He made a small gesture to the place around them and she hummed in agreement.
“Sho’Nuff” she nodded and Elijah chuckled softly whilst leaning back in his seat to await her next move.
The Mikaelsons took to her easily, enjoying her confident nature. But only Klaus seemed end up fumbling around her.
He’d given her a detailed sketch of a horse, her horse back home, the features drawn based on purely her descriptions during conversation with him. Her eyes had watered and she’d pulled Klaus into a tight hug, kissing his cheek with a loud ‘mwuh’ sound.
“Thank you darlin’” she murmured to him, rubbing his back like he were a child.
“Oh you’d make a fine cowboy” she teased when they went horseback riding for a date, a date that Klaus had planned numerous times but been too nervous the first three to ask her on.
Thankfully, through the centuries he had become particularly skilled in the sport and so they rode beside each other comfortably and without fear or hesitation.
“There put the hat on, sugar.” She fixed the hat onto his head, flatting his curled down as she twisting round and back. “That’s it, now we just need you a gun and you’re the all American man!” She laughed and he smiled happily back at her.
A severe lack of confidence had swallowed Klaus up around her, so much so that he couldn’t form any words when she straddled his lap dressed in only white lingerie, her leather boots and her western hat. He had so many things he hoped to say and yet he just stared, eyes wide and mouth open.
“Don’t tell me you too frigh’end” she smiled and his head shook quickly. Y/N only leant down, letting her long hair brush his bare chest before her mouth found his. He let his tongue press against hers in an attempt to convey just how much he loved this. She teased him for his lack of words for most of the night until he eventually managed to breathe a desperate plea,
“Ride me” he whimpered and she nipped his jaw.
“Say again?”
“Please” he breathed, his skin already slick with sweat as he panted. “Ride me”
“Like or a horse, or a man?” She whispered and he laughed but made no answer for she was already taking his cock into her pussy. He moaned out loudly, eagerly. The sound a beg for more already. His mouth searched for hers instantly, using her lips to muffle his whines when her hips rocked hard and fast. He could feel how strong her thighs were as she rode him with vigour.
A string of incoherence left him when she pulled away, her breasts now free and bouncing just before his face. Her hat tipped back as the bed began to squeak, the legs threatening not to last.
“Y/N-“ he moaned and she squeezed his neck in her hand.
“What, sugar?” She pressed and he bucked his hips up into her. His mouth opened to speak but he only groaned out again, his fingers curling into fists either side of him. She laughed breathlessly and pressed her palm down on his throat, watching his eyes roll back. Y/N clenched tightly around him, taking a vast amount of joy in the way his hips lifted and his thighs shook lightly beneath hers.
His fingers toyed with the little tassel of her boot, his eyes desperately trying to remained focused to see the concentration on her face. With much effort, he attempted to meet her thrusts, using his supernatural speed to match the fast rock of her hips. His hands moved to hold her thighs, feel the muscle against his fingers.
“So purdy.” She whispered, leaning back down to kiss along his neck once again. Klaus gripped her thighs tight as he came, his own body tense and out of control as he let out hot breathes of air against her ear. He let out a croaky groan when her body left him.
For a second he tried to sit up but he was soon put back in his place. His mouth opened to complain but he was quickly shut up when her thighs moved to be either side of his head.
“Oh” he breathed, his tongue already lifting to taste the wetness dripping off her. Both hands slipped into his hair, tugging softly before she began to ride his face. Klaus looked up at her in a daze as he sucked and lapped at her cunt. She was blur above him, he could only make out the shape of her body and the hat on top her head. His head was tugged to move with her, guided and pushed around but he didn’t care. Klaus was glad to be used by her.
Soon she had the roles reversed and set the hat onto his head. “Go on, doll. Your turn to ride.” She smiled, kissing his stubble before laying back and pulling him on top of her. Klaus only kneeled over her, for the first time experiencing some sort of stage fright in sex. She watched his face turn pink, even his ears burn red. Silence settled between them for a moment before she gently pressed her hand to his chest and in an instant, Klaus let his body flop back onto the bed. “Like a rag-doll” she teased before swinging round to back onto him into reverse cowgirl this time.
Klaus didn’t knew what it was about Y/N that did it to him, but he just couldn’t gain any control of himself around her.
There was something about her southern charm that tamed him like nothing else.
I have suddenly been getting a bunch of ideas down and so have scheduled some posts to come out once a week on a Friday for the next few weeks!
On Friday 15th May ‘Southern Charm’ will be posted!
Summary: Klaus can’t seem to get his words out or put forth his usually cocky behaviour when around Y/N. Her proud southern confidence allows him to relax and just do as he’s told.
On Friday 22nd May ‘Enemies With Benefits’ will be posted!
Summary: Although Klaus might be an obvious enemy, someone to avoid and hate, it’s impossible not to give in once he’s given you a taste.
On Friday 29th May ‘A Marriage to Remember’ will be posted!
Summary: When the war between Vampires, Werewolves and Witches becomes too much, marriages are arranged to align the factions.
And I’m currently in the making of some more but I thought I’d give you guys an update so you know that I do have things coming up for you!
Thank you all for being so supportive even though I’ve been inactive, it really means so much when you guys message me or send in anonymous notes asking how I am etc
Summary: Y/N is different to the rest of Klaus’s hybrids. Whilst the others are obedient, Y/N is eager. The others do as they’re told but Y/N attempts to go above and beyond to make her sire happy. But happiness is a fickle thing and Klaus is a complicated being.
Klaus’s hybrids had been obedient as expected, to an extent. He knew they’d do as he said, but none of them acted with enthusiasm. Except for one.
Klaus had sensed her presence around him frequently. He’d lean back in his seat, take a glance over his shoulder to where she was peeking round the corner. A lazy smile would tug at his face when she hid back into the next room.
She hadn’t stood out to him before, he could hardly remember turning her but she’d become more and more memorable as time went by. Klaus had found that she’d do things without being asked, she just knew what he wanted. What would make him happy.
“Y/N?” He called after seeing a glimpse of her hiding behind the door. Klaus hadn’t directly addressed her yet, her excitement was obvious as she came into the room with a bright pink face and eyes on the ground. “Come here.”
Klaus let her sit beside him, his hand coming down to rest on her thigh. Y/N beamed back at him, overjoyed just at his attention. “Did you like your breakfast?” She asked, tilting her head inquisitively. Klaus hummed with a nod and stroked her hair gently.
“You’re very attentive.” He concluded and she nodded back. Klaus watched as she nuzzled into his hand, the wolf in her ever present as she preened under his praise.
Getting her onto his lap was almost too easy, her face into his neck whilst he rest his arms around her and sketcher into one of his books. Y/N stayed still, the sire bond allowing her to literally smell his satisfaction. She could smell everything about him, and it was the increased scent of his arousal that prompted her to reach down to rub his pants.
Klaus felt his body flinch in slight surprise at the feel of her warm hand against his crotch. “Love-“ he mumbled, a faint laugh on his lips before a moan escaped his mouth. At the sound, Y/N pulled the button open and the zipper down of his jeans. “Bloody hell…” he muttered, though he made no effort to stop or even slow her progress.
The sketchpad slipped to the floor and his pencil fell from his grip when her fingers wrapped around his cock. Her movements were clumsy and uncertain but he didn’t mind. Klaus just corrected her, helping to guide her hand until she found the right grip and rhythm.
He couldn’t help the way his hips lifted, thrusting into her fist. The idea of her mouth on him made him groan, his eyes dropping to her lips with want. Klaus couldn’t help but chuckle when she eagerly kissed him, automatically assuming that was what he wanted.
He let his eyes fall shut whilst he kissed her, exploring her mouth with no resistance whilst she stroked him with growing energy. Turned out he didn’t need her mouth on his cock to come undone. Y/N was happier than he was when he came, her mouth left his and she smiled brightly; impossibly proud of herself.
“You’re an angel, aren’t you little wolf?” Klaus grinned, stroking her cheek appreciatively.
“I can do it again-“ she quickly went track to grab him but he chuckled and caught her wrist.
“That’s not necessary.” His head shook and stroked her hand, his thumb rubbing slow circles whilst he admired her for a moment. Just looking her over, drinking in the features of her face. He hadn’t intended to use any of his hybrids this way, he wanted an army. Yet, looking at Y/N, not a bone in his body wanted to tell her to go keep working with the other hybrids.
Without another word, he pressed his lips back against hers. Y/N welcomed the action, pushing up against him to feel his chest against hers. Klaus groaned softly into her mouth, his tongue brushing hers as his hands pulled her hips up, setting her down on his lap. A warmth of content filled Y/N as she felt him dominate her mouth, the slow wet sounds making her heart soar. But the second she felt him harden again, a switch seemed to flick in her mind, something telling her that he wasn’t happy yet. So once again she pulled her mouth away and reached down for his length.
Klaus let out a pant, a slight frown at his brows as he tried to kiss her once more. Instead, her head just lowered. His need was satiated quickly, his hands scooping her hair up into a tight grip whilst he thrust up into her mouth. Each time he felt his head smack the back of her throat, a delightful gag would emerge from her mouth, more saliva dripped down his cock and the closer he got to coming again.
Once he’d finished, she remained in her position now on the floor. On her knees between his legs, her head now against his knee whilst he slumped in his seat, making no attempt to regain his composure.
Klaus only moved when he heard the footsteps on the other hybrids approaching the mansion. Quietly, he pulled his boxers and jeans back up and leant down to pull Y/N up to her feet. She looked back at him with eyes full of need. But he knew her needs were different to his.
A kiss was pressed to the top of her head, and then her lips. Klaus let out a soft breath when she hugged him tight, pushing her face into his chest and breathing him in.
“Good…” he murmured, his eyes fluttering at how warm she felt. “Good girl.” He held Y/N too, letting her stay there for a solid minute before untangling himself from her. “Why don’t you go and find yourself something to do?” He ushered her along, staring at the doorway for a moment once she’d left in a silent question as to what just happened.
Though his other hybrids were appreciative of him giving them the ability to turn when they want, he could still sense the resentment to an extent. Klaus knew they would never truly love him, they would never actually be his family.
Y/N seemed to be the only one who actually cared for him.
She came into his room each evening, climbing into his bed and snuggling into his side. He could feel her eyes following each stroke of his pencil, a smile pulling at her mouth when she realised it was her that he was drawing. Y/N’s face would blush red and she’d curl up closer to him.
Often he’d find himself just lying with her, stroking her hair and back whilst he paid vague attention to whatever was on the tv. But if his body became even the slightest bit aroused, she became instantly determined to make sure he was happy; satisfied.
Klaus knew she wasn’t experienced, it was clear from the first time she’d taken him in her hand, unsure and sloppy. He would watch her mind tick, her mind and the sire bond struggling against each other.
“Don’t worry about that.” He whispered when she slowly, reluctantly, began to pull her panties off. Klaus helped them back up her thighs, a pang of guilt hitting him at the way her hands shook. The nauseous look of her face when he looked to her.
“I’m sorry” she whimpered and Klaus kissed her cheek softly. His arms held her close and his brows pulled together with distress.
His feelings for Y/N had developed quickly, yet he wasn’t sure if any of it was real at all. Just the thought of leaving him unattended, unhappy, made her body hurt. Her stomach would churn, her body threatening to throw up but being a hybrid made it impossible for her to actually be sick or ill. Klaus tucked her into bed, holding her hands and kissing her head whilst promising that she made him happy, that she didn’t need to do anything else. But his words didn’t match what his body was saying.
In the morning he would reach to hold her closer, only to find her missing. A sigh would leave his mouth as he sat up, soon enough she’d emerge with fresh blood in a glass and a cooked breakfast on a tray. She’d brought him breakfast once, seen how happy it had made him, and now did it every day. Klaus just wanted her to stay in bed, to do what she wanted to do, not what she thought he might want. But he knew how upset Y/N would get when she got confused over what would make him happy.
So they sat together in bed, and Klaus shared his food with her. The glass was emptied and he would pull her into his lap, bite into his own wrist and watch adoringly as she fed from him.
The other hybrids began to turn on Klaus, and so also shunned Y/N meaning that Klaus was all she had. It seemed to double her attention on him which to begin with, Klaus didn’t mind, but after a little while he was frustrated with her relentless need to make him happy. Because he knew, she wasn’t thinking about herself at all.
“Love, it’s your turn.” He murmured, pulling her legs over his shoulders as she squirmed. “But it’s meant to be about you-“
“Well, it would make me happy if I got to make you happy.” He countered and Y/N seemed to go blank for a moment before slowly giving into him.
“Okay…” she whispered.
“Good, now lay back and tell me if you don’t like it.” He grinned, kissing the side of her knee before making his way down to her centre. Just soft small licks to start off with, his eyes darting up to check she was alright, that she wanted this. Klaus had managed to recognise a certain glint in her eyes when she was being controlled by the sire bond, compared to the rawness in her eyes when it was just her.
Soon his mouth was attached to her pussy, eating her out ravenously. His tongue plunged whilst his hands stroked her thighs up to her stomach soothingly. The feel of her body trembling just slightly, her hands easily falling to grab his hair. Klaus groaned into her when her hips rutted. One hand moved down to push two fingers into her tight heat so his tongue could tease her clit. He moaned lazily when he felt her leak around his fingers, the sound graphically wet as he pushed them in and out.
Finally feeling and seeing her pleasure pleased him more than anything she could’ve done. She had only blushed when he told her so.
“But…” she tried yet Klaus only chuckled and shushed her.
Soon enough Elijah was woken, by Damon. His immediate attack on Niklaus had ended in an unexpected mauling of the suited original. Klaus grabbed at Y/N in any way he could, trying to drag her off his brother.
“Y/N!” He yelled but she couldn’t help it, she’d seen Elijah attack her sire. Everything was just instinct. Y/N only stopped when she accidentally bit Klaus’s hand. The taste of his blood was familiar and the hiss that left him made her halt. Klaus quickly got a hold of her, sat on the floor with her pinned to him. Elijah was healing at a snails pace due to the amount of werewolf venom pulsing through him.
“I’m sorry.” She whimpered, holding his hand like it were precious.
“It’s alright…” he mumbled, looking at Elijah almost pitifully. Y/N continued to apologise, hugging him tight and promising him all sorts of ways she could make it up to him. Eventually he got her upstairs, convinced her to wait just a moment. A moment long enough for him to heal his brother and grab some blood for him.
“I didn’t realise it was your brother.” She whispered through the dark of the night. Klaus tightened his hold on her, half asleep as she sat up. “He doesn’t look like you, if I thought he was your brother I promise I wouldn’t have-“
“I know, love. I know.” He mumbled with a yawn. “Lay back down.” And she complied instantly, her face now inches from his on the pillow.
“Is he mad?” She whispered and Klaus groaned quietly.
“No.”
“Are you mad?”
“No, never mad at you.” He offered a small smile but Y/N wasn’t convinced. She could feel that uncomfortable feeling in her stomach again. Felt like she could smell his annoyance.
Y/N continued to stare at him, watching his eyelids twitch indicating he was still at least partially awake. She gnawed at her own fingernails; a nervous habit. “I should apologise to him.”
“In the morning.”
“But-“
“Y/N, sweetheart.” His voice was tired but firm, eye now fully open and a huff leaving his chest. “It’s very late. Elijah is asleep, I’m half asleep. You need to go to sleep.” He snapped at her and Y/N felt that familiar internal battle between her personal mind and her sired side.
Klaus sighed only at himself when he watched her eyes grow wetter, the iris’s flickering gold as she hesitantly rolled over to face the wall. Quietly, he wrapped his arm over her body and pulled her back to his chest. A kiss was pressed to her shoulder and his body cupped hers perfectly.
When he woke again, she was gone. He pinched the top of his nose in frustration when he smelt bacon.
“Y/N!” He yelled, his voice rough from sleep. “Y/N!” He repeated, this time she appeared in front of him in a flash.
“What’s wrong?” She asked, confused and scared.
“Stop making breakfast, get back in here.” He reached out, tugging her back to bed by the wrist.
“But-“ she’d learned not to say ‘but’ anymore and so cut herself off instead. “Okay.”
Klaus pulled her body under his, nuzzling her neck and collarbones gently. He tugged the shirt up her torso, pushing the fabric up over her breasts so he could nip at them. A little whisper left her, encouraging his mouth to tug at her nipple.
At the sound of a throat clearing, Klaus sat abruptly, the blanket flung over Y/N dramatically.
“The entire house is full of smoke.” Elijah stood, grumpily at the doorway. “A pancake was almost in flames.”
“So turn it off.” Klaus huffed.
“I have.”
“Then what’s the problem?” Klaus bit and Elijah scoffed, turned on his heel and slammed the door shut behind him.
Klaus turned back tugged the blankets down to see Y/N again, a smirk tugging at his face when she stared back at him.
“Do you think he saw?” She asked, face red and hot.
“No, Elijah knows better than to look at my bed.” He teased and gently kneaded her tit.
Later that evening, the Salvatores were over for dinner. Y/N was told not to leave the room, that Klaus would be very angry and very disappointed if she came out of the bedroom. So she sat, anxiously and quietly whilst listening as each of Klaus’s siblings attacked him with both words and violence. Her wolf whine faintly in her chest when his mother could be heard.
Klaus came to bed halfway into the night, completely exhausted. His shoulders dropped as he opened the door before his composure came back when he saw her, his expression hardening like he wasn’t expecting her to be there. Y/N hesitated at the look on his face.
She’d held herself back for hours, forcing herself not to protect him and yet he didn’t care to praise her. Didn’t say anything at all.
Y/N watched him change and lay back down in bed. She shifted in her feet, not sure if he wanted her to lay with him or not. When he still said nothing and didn’t gesture or reach for her, Y/N decided not to bother him.
When Klaus woke and stretched his arm out to feel for his love. On instinct, when he felt the empty space he let out a growl of frustration and sat up, ready to yell her to come back upstairs, but when he swung his legs round to step on the floor, his foot pressed down on something warm making him stop the pressure immediately.
Klaus’s eyes widened when he saw her still fast asleep on the floor, his floor. He thought back, remembering how stressed and exhausted he’d been last night after the events of the dinner party and the aftermath of his murdering. Klaus hadn’t wanted to argue with Y/N, he didn’t want to reassure her or talk to anyone for that matter. But he definitely hadn’t wanted her to sleep on the floor, like some pet animal.
“Love…” he breathed, sliding his hands under her and lifting her onto the bed, watching as she shivered and quickly found the covers. Klaus kept her wrapped up and warm, stroking her through the blanket as he sat on the edge of his bed.
Klaus became frequently frustrated, increasingly snappy. Y/N tried her best to make him happy, even if it meant leaving to give him space.
Almost a whole month she was gone. Eventually, Klaus went to bring her back. Poor thing was wasting away. Klaus fed her his blood and set her back up in his room. The other hybrids were gone; killed.
Soon enough Klaus had to take a trip to New Orleans and Y/N wasn’t allowed to know why.
Klaus head dreaded her coming, he imagined anger and tears when he told her that he’d gotten another woman, another wolf, pregnant in her absence.
Y/N had just shifted a little, obviously uncomfortable and unsure but not overly upset or rageful. Klaus knew in an instant that she wasn’t mad at him, or Hayley, she was only disappointed in herself for not making him happy enough. Disappointed that he’d had to turn to another to satisfy him, that her body hadn’t been good enough to fall pregnant with his child.
Klaus swallowed thickly as her watched the world wind behind her eyes.
“It…it’s not your fault.” He whispered, a wave of shame washing over him. “I sent you away.”
“You sent me for a reason.” She stroked her clothes down almost professionally before standing. “I’ll, set up a nursery.”
“Y/N, you’re not a maid.” He sighed, reaching for her hand and although she wanted to pull away, she couldn’t make herself. “And we won’t be living here for long, I’ll have us somewhere much nicer soon.”
“Right…” she mumbled and glanced to the door, she could feel Hayley and Elijah outside. They were probably listening to how she reacted; expecting a meltdown. Safe to say, they were mildly disappointed by the lack yelling or storming out. Instead, Klaus stepped out and held the door for Y/N, watching her wonder into one of the spare rooms despite knowing which one Klaus’s was. For a moment, Klaus was going to ask her to come to his room but he knew she didn’t want to and if he asked, he’d be forcing her to comply.
“She’s staying?” Hayley questioned, almost amused.
“The sire bond makes her suffer more if they’re apart.” Elijah muttered. “Besides, I believe she does love him, despite the bond.”
Klaus brushed past, pretending not to hear him as he closed his own bedroom door. In the night he woke, an uneasy feeling tugging at him. Quietly, he opened his door and wondered out, listening closely throughout the house. He followed the faint sound of Y/N’s heartbeat, recognising the pattern in a second. He followed it down the stairs and then down again to the basement. A lump formed in his throat as he rounded the corner.
Without a word he picked her up, ignoring her cry of pain. “You don’t do that.” He whispered his eyes wet with his own tears. The flowerbeds of vervain on the floor was now flattened, the imprint of her body still there. Her skin red raw and still burning despite the lack of contact. Klaus carried her up to his room and ran the tap of his bathtub.
He couldn’t find it in him to scold her, he knew she’d only be more distressed. It was obvious now that she’d taken everything much worse than she’d displayed.
The water soothed her healing skin and he settled down into the water behind her to help wash any physical pain away.
“You should know I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” He murmured. He didn’t like to use his sire bond to make her do or not do things but in this case, he felt it was necessary. When she said nothing he repeated himself, “don’t you know that?”
“But you hurt me.” She whispered, the little furrow of her brow showing her confusion.
“Didn’t mean to.” Klaus leaned down, resting his forehead against her shoulder and kissed the skin gently. “Never think that your pain would make me happy.” He squeezed her quietly as he spoke, “Please never think that.”
But once again, his actions had not aligned with his words. Once again, Y/N was scrambling to make him happy.
One shot | Established Relationship | Smutish | Masterlist | WC: 3.7K
Summary: Studying anatomy is hard…luckily Klaus's extensive knowldege makes for an enticing study method
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The anatomy textbook lay open on the bed, pages covered in Y/N's frustrated notes. She'd been at this for three hours trying to memorize the placement of organs and the names of bones and even the way everything connected in the human body. Keywords: Trying.
"I give up," she groaned, flopping backward onto the pillows. "The radius and the ulna are the same thing. Bones are stupid. Who needs this many bones?"
Klaus looked up from his easel where he'd been working on a landscape, a smirk playing at his lips. "You do realize you're saying this to someone who's broken most of those bones in other people, love. I could probably draw you a detailed anatomical chart from memory."
Y/N sat up, eyeing him suspiciously. "Are you seriously telling me that your extensive knowledge of torture has made you an anatomy expert?"
"A millennium of creative violence does provide certain educational benefits." He set down his brush, wiping his hands on a rag as he crossed to the bed. "What specifically is giving you trouble?"
She gestured helplessly at the textbook. "All of it? The bones in the arm. Where the liver actually sits. How the ribcage protects things. It's all just...words on a page. I can't visualize it."
Klaus picked up the textbook, scanning the pages. Then he set it aside and reached for her hand. "Then let's make it more interesting, shall we?" His voice dropped lower, taking on that dangerous edge that always made her pulse quicken. "Close your eyes."
"Klaus..."
"Trust me, sweetheart. This is educational."
She closed her eyes, feeling the bed shift as he moved behind her. His fingers wrapped around her wrist, thumb pressing against her pulse point.
"The radial artery," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. "Right here. Can you feel your heartbeat under my thumb?"
She could. Her heart was doing complicated things that had nothing to do with anatomy and everything to do with his proximity. His fingers traced up her forearm, pressing gently.
"The radius bone runs here, along the thumb side of your forearm. And just beside it..." His other hand traced a parallel line. "The ulna. Two bones working together to let you rotate your wrist. Like this."
He demonstrated by turning her hand palm-up, then palm-down. “Now you'll remember," he said, voice thick with amusement. "Because you'll think of this every time you look at that textbook."
"That's cheating," Y/N breathed.
"It’s effective teaching." His hands slid higher, fingers trailing along the inside of her elbow. "The brachial artery branches here. Major blood vessel. Very dangerous to sever. I've seen men bleed out in minutes from a wound right here."
"You're supposed to be helping me study, not giving me nightmares."
"I'm doing both." She could hear the grin in his voice. "Where's the humerus, love?"
"Upper arm bone. Runs from shoulder to elbow."
"Good girl." His hands moved to her shoulders, thumbs pressing into the joint. "And here's where it connects to the scapula. Feel that? The way it rotates in the socket?"
He guided her arm through a slow circle, and she was acutely aware that this was the least educational anatomy lesson in the history of education.
"Now," Klaus said, his hands settling on her ribcage, "tell me what organs the ribs protect."
"Heart and lungs," she managed, though thinking was becoming increasingly difficult with his palms warm against her sides.
"And where exactly is your heart, sweetheart?" His hand slid to rest over her left breast, palm flat against where her heart was hammering. "Right here. Between the fourth and fifth ribs, slightly left of center. I can feel it racing."
"That's because you're being distracting."
"Am I now?" His thumb traced the curve of her bottom rib. "The liver sits here, on your right side, just beneath the ribcage. Largest internal organ. Extremely vascular, which means—"
"It bleeds a lot if damaged. I know. I read that part."
"But now you'll remember it." His hands spanned her waist. "Because you'll remember this."
Y/N opened her eyes and turned her head to find him watching her with that intense focus that still made her stomach flip even after three years.
"This is the worst study method ever," she said.
"Is it working?"
She grabbed the textbook, flipping to a diagram of the skeletal system. "Radius is thumb-side forearm bone. Ulna is pinky-side. Humerus is upper arm. Scapula is shoulder blade. Heart between fourth and fifth ribs, left of center. Liver right side, beneath ribs."
Klaus's grin was absolutely wicked. "See? Effective. You're going to ace this exam." He pulled her into his lap, textbook and all. "Now, shall we discuss the skeletal structure of the hand? I have very strong opinions about metacarpals."
"Of course you do."
But she didn't pull away. And when he started explaining the twenty-seven bones in the human hand while tracing each one on her palm, she actually retained the information. Even if he was using a thousand years of creative violence to help her pass anatomy.
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Klaus was sprawled across his bed the following evening, reading a first edition of Byron's poetry. One he'd acquired directly from the source back in 1816. That’s when Y/N burst through the door with her anatomy textbook and a determined expression.
"Take your shirt off."
He lowered the book slowly, one eyebrow arching in amusement as a slow smirk spread across his face. "Well, love, I appreciate the enthusiasm, but generally there's a bit more preamble. Perhaps some—"
"I need to study muscles," she interrupted, already pulling sticky notes and markers from her bag. "You have muscles. Take your shirt off."
The smirk faltered slightly. "You want me to...what, exactly?"
"Be my anatomical model." She was flipping through the textbook, completely focused. "Yesterday you helped with bones and organs. Today I need to map muscle groups. The trapezius, deltoids, pectoralis major, all of it. So. Shirt. Off."
Klaus set the book aside, genuinely caught off guard for possibly the first time in decades.
"You're serious."
"Dead serious. I have an exam in three days and I still can't tell the difference between the flexor carpi radialis and the flexor carpi ulnaris."
"Those are in the forearm, love."
"I KNOW." She looked up at him with those eyes that had been wrecking his composure for three years. "Which is why I need a three-dimensional reference. Please?"
He couldn't quite suppress his grin as he sat up and pulled his henley over his head in one smooth motion. "You know, most people would just use diagrams."
"Most people don't have a thousand-year-old vampire boyfriend with perfect muscle definition." She stepped closer, textbook in one hand, sticky notes in the other. "Now hold still."
For the next twenty minutes, Klaus discovered what it was like to be treated as a living anatomy chart. Y/N circled him with scientific precision, comparing his actual musculature to the diagrams in her book. She pressed her fingers against his shoulder, feeling the way the deltoid connected, her touch clinical but maddening.
Klaus's breath hitched. It was subtle, just the slightest catch, but enough that he had to close his eyes and concentrate on maintaining his composure. Legendary self-control, and here he was, undone by her fingertips tracing the contours of his shoulder.
She scribbled "DELTOID - raises arm laterally" on a pink sticky note and pressed it onto his skin, completely oblivious to the effect she was having.
Her fingers moved to his chest, mapping the pectoralis major with careful attention. Klaus kept his eyes firmly shut, jaw tight.
"You alright?" she asked absently, not looking up from her textbook.
"Perfectly fine, love." His voice came out rougher than intended. "Just...focusing."
Another sticky note landed on his chest. Her palm pressed flat against his sternum as she smoothed it down. His breathing definitely wasn't steady anymore.
She moved to his back, and he felt her fingers trace the line of his trapezius from neck to shoulder blade. The touch was exploratory and entirely innocent in intent. But it was driving him absolutely mad.
"This is absolutely ridiculous," he muttered, more to himself than to her.
"This is effective studying. You said so yourself yesterday."
"Yes, but yesterday I was the one doing the teaching. This is different."
"How so?"
"Because yesterday I got to touch you. Today I'm supposed to sit here like a statue while you—" He broke off as her fingers found the tricep. "Bloody hell."
She patted his shoulder absently, already moving on to label different muscle groups. By the time she'd covered his arms, shoulders, chest, and back with sticky notes, Klaus looked like he'd been attacked by an overeagerly organized student, and his self-control was hanging by a thread.
Then her eyes landed on his paint supplies.
"Oh, that's perfect."
"What's perfect? Y/N, what are you—"
She'd already grabbed his cadmium red and a fine brush. "The book shows the muscles in different colors to distinguish them. If I outline them on you, I can see exactly where they start and stop."
"Absolutely not."
"Klaus, please? It'll wash off."
"I'm a hybrid, not a canvas!"
But she was already uncapping the paint with a look that meant arguing was pointless. He sighed, resigned to his fate. "You're lucky I love you."
"I know." She dipped the brush in red paint. "Now flex your arm."
Klaus sighed, obeying her commands snd she just...stopped. Stared. Her eyes fixed on the way his bicep curved under the skin, the definition of muscle that came from a millennium of fighting.
Klaus's eyes opened. The corner of his mouth twitched. "See something you like, sweetheart?"
She blinked, cheeks flushing. "I'm studying."
"Studying requires looking at the textbook occasionally." His smirk widened. "You've been staring at my arm for fifteen seconds which I would know because I counted."
"I was comparing it to the diagram."
"The diagram is on the table behind you, my love"
Her blush deepened. "Shut up."
"Make me." His voice dropped lower, teasing. "Or are you too busy admiring the brachialis? Perhaps the biceps brachii? I can flex again if you need a longer look." He flexed again, deliberately slow. "What happened to clinical detachment, love? All that scientific focus?"
"I hate you," she muttered, but she was fighting a smile as she finally pressed the brush to his skin.
She traced the bicep, her tongue caught between her teeth in concentration. The paint was cool against his skin, her touch feather-light as she followed the muscle's contour from shoulder to elbow. Klaus watched her work, and despite the torment of sitting still while she touched him so innocently, there was something quietly perfect about this moment. The little furrow between her brows and even the way she muttered anatomical terms under her breath.
She switched to blue for the triceps, yellow for the deltoid, and green for the pectoralis major. "There," she finally announced, stepping back to admire her work. "Perfect. Now I can actually see how everything connects."
Klaus looked down at himself covered in paint outlines and sticky notes, looking like the world's most ridiculous anatomy lesson.
"I look like a child's art project."
"You look educational." She was already taking photos with her phone from different angles. "This is going to help so much."
"Thrilled to be of service," he said dryly.
She laughed, finally looking up from her phone to really look at him. "Thank you. I know this is weird."
"Weird doesn't begin to cover it, love." He plucked a sticky note off his chest. "But if it helps you pass your exam, I suppose I can endure the indignity."
"My hero," she teased.
"Speaking of which." He stood, paint-covered and sticky-note-decorated, and closed the distance between them. "Since you've quite literally decorated me, I think it's only fair you help clean it off."
"I was going to let you shower—"
In one smooth motion, he had her lifted over his shoulder. "Klaus!"
"You put it there, sweetheart. You're helping wash it off." He was already heading toward his bathroom, her protests dissolving into laughter. "Consider it additional anatomy study. I'll even quiz you on muscle function while we're at it."
"That's not how studying works!"
"It is now."
The shower turned on, steam immediately beginning to fog the glass. Klaus set her down just long enough to start pulling sticky notes off himself, dropping them in a colorful pile on the bathroom counter.
"This is going to take forever," Y/N protested, but she was already pulling her sweater over her head. "Some of those paint lines are really detailed."
"Then I suppose we'll be here a while." He stepped under the spray, colored water already running down his chest as the paint began to dissolve. He held out his hand. "Coming, love?"
She took it, stepping into the shower with him, warm water cascading over them both. "You're going to quiz me, aren't you."
"Absolutely." His hands were already working shampoo through her hair, fingers massaging her scalp. "What's the largest muscle in the human body?"
"Gluteus maximus."
"Good girl." His hands slid down her back deliberately, finding exactly that muscle and squeezing with intent.
She gasped against him. "Klaus—"
"What? I'm being educational." But his smirk was absolutely wicked. "And what does the sartorius do?"
She tried to focus through the distraction of his hands still kneading her backside. "Flexes the hip and knee. It's the longest muscle in the body."
"Excellent." He pressed a kiss to her temple, then without warning, lifted her effortlessly against the shower wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as the water streamed over both of them.
"What muscle did I just use to lift you?" he asked, voice dropping lower. Her brain scrambled to function while pressed against tile, held up by nothing but his strength.
"The—the deltoids helped. Biceps. Core muscles for stabilization."
"Very good, sweetheart." One hand slid up her thigh, squeezing the muscle there. "And what muscle is this?"
"Quadriceps," she breathed.
His hand moved higher, fingers tracing, caressing. "And this?"
"Adductors. Inner thigh."
"Mmm. You're doing so well." His lips found her neck, teeth grazing. "What about here?" His hand splayed across her ribcage.
"External obliques."
"Perfect." The word rumbled against her throat. "See how much better you remember when there's proper motivation?"
"This is—" She lost her train of thought entirely when his thumb traced circles against her hip. "This is not proper study technique."
"Isn't it? You're answering every question correctly." He shifted his hold, demonstrating his point. "What muscles am I using now to keep you exactly where I want you?"
She was trembling, and not from the cooling water.
"Deltoids, biceps, pectorals for...for holding. Core strength. Gluteus maximus for hip extension and—oh god—"
"Keep going, love. You're doing brilliantly."
"I can't think when you're—"
"When I'm what?" Pure innocence in his tone, completely contradicted by the way his hands were mapping her body. "I'm simply providing hands-on education. You said you needed a three-dimensional reference."
“I did?”
“Mhm. And you're going to ace this exam,” he finally lowered her back to her feet, though his hands remained at her waist. "Because every time you look at those diagrams, you're going to remember this. Aren't you?"
Her legs were unsteady, her heart was racing, and yes, she was absolutely going to remember every single muscle group now. "You're very pleased with yourself."
"Extremely." He tucked wet hair behind her ear. "Now, let's actually wash this paint off before the water runs cold. And I expect you to identify every muscle I use while doing so."
"You're going to make me work for this, aren't you?"
"Always, sweetheart." His grin was devastating. They stayed in the shower until every trace of color had washed away, Klaus continuing his relentless anatomical quiz while she scrubbed paint from his skin, both of them laughing when she got an answer wrong and he found creative ways to help her remember the correct one.
By the time they finally emerged, wrapped in towels with the bathroom thick with steam, Y/N had successfully memorized twelve major muscle groups and several creative applications thereof. And Klaus had a pile of sticky notes on his counter that he absolutely was not throwing away, along with the private satisfaction of knowing his girlfriend would never look at an anatomy textbook the same way again.
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Klaus drove into her, his hands gripping her hips as she lay beneath him. But something felt off. Her responses were all there. The usual soft gasps and the way her body arched but her focus wasn't. Her hands weren't clutching at him desperately as they usually did; instead, they were...exploring. They were focused and dare he say too focused as they traced patterns across his shoulders and down his spine.
He slowed his movements, watching her face. Her eyes were slightly unfocused, her brow furrowed in concentration that had nothing to do with pleasure.
"Are you..." he began, disbelief coloring his tone, "Are you studying my musculature while I'm fucking you?"
Y/N's eyes snapped to his, a guilty flush spreading across her cheeks. "What? No! I'm—" she broke off as his expression darkened. "Maybe a little?"
Klaus stilled completely, still buried inside her, his jaw tightening. "Let me understand this correctly," he said, his accent thickening dangerously. "I have you naked beneath me, my cock inside you, and you're using this opportunity to mentally catalog my trapezius?"
She bit her lip, fighting a smile despite the tension. "It's just...they're right there," she explained weakly as he drops his head into the crook of his neck "And they're so well-defined when you're holding yourself up like this. I can see exactly where the latissimus dorsi connects to—"
"Oh my god." Klaus lifted his head to stare at her in utter disbelief. "I'm literally inside you and you're thinking about anatomy."
"It's your fault!" She tried to defend herself, fighting the smile tugging at her lips. "You made me use you as a study model and now I can't stop thinking about it!"
"That was supposed to help you pass your exam, not ruin our sex life!"
"It's not ruining—"
Klaus cut her off with a growl, pulling out of her entirely and flipping her onto her stomach in one fluid movement. Before she could protest, he'd pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. "If you insist on treating me like an anatomy lesson," he murmured against her ear, his free hand sliding beneath her to lift her hips, "then I'll make certain it's one you won't forget."
He entered her again, the new angle drawing a genuine gasp from her lips. "Now," he continued, his voice conversational as he established a punishing rhythm, "since you're so interested in muscle function, let's discuss what's happening right now."
His hand released her wrists to slide down her back, following the curve of her spine. "The erector spinae," he informed her, fingers tracing the muscles along either side of her vertebrae, "contracts to arch your back just like this."
His hand moved to grip her hip, fingers digging into the flesh there. "The gluteus medius," he continued, punctuating the words with a deep thrust that made her cry out, "stabilizes your pelvis while I'm taking you."
"Klaus," she moaned, all thoughts of studying forgotten as her fingers clutched at the sheets.
"No, no," he chided, reaching around to cup her breast, thumb circling her nipple. "Pay attention, love. This is educational. The pectoralis major," he squeezed gently, "so sensitive to touch."
His other hand slid between her legs, finding her center with ease. "And here," he murmured, circling the bundle of nerves with his fingers as he continued to move within her, "is where all those nerve endings converge. Fascinating bit of anatomy, wouldn't you agree?"
Y/N could only respond with incoherent sounds of pleasure, her body trembling beneath his expert touch.
"I asked you a question," he prompted, slowing his movements until she whimpered in protest.
"Yes," she gasped out. "Fascinating. Please, Klaus—"
"Please what?" His voice was silk wrapped around steel. "Continue the anatomy lesson?"
"No!" she cried out. "Just...please."
He leaned down, his chest pressed against her back, lips at her ear. "I want to hear you say it," he demanded softly. "Tell me where your attention is now."
"On you," she breathed. "You. I swear."
He smiled against her skin, satisfaction evident in the curve of his lips. "Good girl," he praised, resuming his earlier pace. "Now, shall I demonstrate what happens when these muscles contract all at once?"
His fingers moved faster against her center, his thrusts becoming more intense as he drove her toward the edge.
"Klaus!" she cried out, her body tightening around him as release crashed over her.
He followed her moments later, his own release punctuated by a low groan against her neck. They collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and ragged breathing. After several moments, Klaus rolled onto his side, pulling her against his chest. His fingers traced lazy patterns on her arm as their breathing returned to normal.
"So," he said finally, amusement coloring his tone, "did that help with your studies?"
Y/N turned in his arms to face him, her expression sheepish but satisfied. "Definitely," she admitted. "Though I'm not sure I could explain any of it on an exam."
"Perhaps not," he agreed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "But I guarantee you'll never look at a muscle diagram the same way again."
She laughed, burying her face against his chest. "You're never going to let me live this down, are you?"
Klaus shook his head, a rare genuine smile softening his features. "Next time you need to study," he suggested, pulling her closer, "perhaps just ask me to pose for you properly. Less distracting for both of us."
"Where's the fun in that?" she countered, but he was already pulling her on top of him, all thoughts of anatomy lesson forgotten as her lips found his once more.
