Klaus getting the permission to use his girl whenever. Even when she sleeps.
Warning: Kinda obvious but Klaus has sex with the reader whilst she is sleeping! It is consented to beforehand but still be aware!!!
Restless
Summary: Klaus is always needy in the morning but Y/N needs her sleep. She’s happy for him to do what he needs so that she can to.
They'd been over it so many times. Too many mornings had she been woken by a needy hybrid and every time she'd told him to not wake her.
"But I need you, sweetheart." Klaus would grumble whilst his teeth nipped at the skin of her neck.
"You can have me." Y/N would yawn, "Just don't wake me up."
The first few times she'd told him it he didn't think she was serious but when she'd told him later in the day when he knew she was truly awake and thinking fully, he caved.
"I don't mind you know." She murmured, her lips just grazing his as her hips rocked above his, her pussy milking his spent cock as he lay a panting mess beneath her. "It's kinda hot...knowing you want me so bad that you gotta have me even when I'm sleepin..." Y/N would purr, her nails stroking little lines down his chest. "Waking up knowing you've been inside me, feeling you still in there."
And he was losing it just at the thought.
So the next morning, he couldn't help himself.
He'd woken already pressed against her, his body clinging onto her tightly and his cock already solid against her ass. Klaus let out a small groan as he held onto her and nudged his hips up to feel her warmth. She was always extra warm and soft in the mornings.
Klaus tugged the covers back a little to feel the heat of her skin, his head lowering to press little kisses along the length of her arm.
"So sweet..." He mumbled to himself as his tongue licked over the thin skin of her wrist.
Soon enough I'll be drinking from her in her sleep too.
Both hands rolled her to him, having her sleep-covered face for him to admire. "Gods." He breathed. With a slight tremble, he lifted his hand, his thumb gently toying with her bottom lip. A slight movement had his thumb in her mouth, her jaw relaxed as he gently stroked her tongue. "You're an angel."
As if on instinct Y/N's body shifted slightly towards him, causing a groan from the hybrid when his thumb sunk further into her mouth. Carefully he pulled it out, watching her lips smack together a couple times before she nuzzled the pillow again. "I've got you, love." Klaus whispered as he pulled her onto him, relishing in the feel of her weight on him. Her body pressed to his helplessly, their chests squished together whilst his hands slid up her thighs which limply fell apart around him. "My beautiful love." He murmured against the top of her head whilst he breathed in Y/N's faint scent. She still smelled of the lavender she sprayed to help her sleep the night before.
The subtlest of sounds left Y/N's soft lips when her panties were dragged down the length of her legs leaving her exposed and ready. Klaus kissed the side of her face gently, his eyes glancing down to see her still sound asleep. A soft sigh left him as he dipped his fingers down between her ass cheeks, stroking her already slick folds with a small groan of satisfaction. "How on earth are you still sleeping?" He muttered amused as he found her clit, applying a little pressure and circling it how she liked. His eyes narrowed on her face, the way her brows narrowed just the tiniest bit. "See...you want it even now, don't you love?"
She gave no answer but a little noise of approval when the head of his cock nudged her entrance. Klaus's teeth pressed into his tongue as he adjusted his hold on her, having to position her himself as he angled his hips. "There we go..." He mumbled as her heat enveloped him perfectly. "So fucking hot, pet."
Her sweet face nuzzled against the side of his neck, little moans leaving her and making his hips rut up. Carefully Klaus slid his hands up her back, holding her tight to him so that he could roll them over and be on top of her. Y/N's head fell to the side with a tired mumble and Klaus groaned, leaning his head down to try to nudge her head back up to face him. "Look at me, love." He mumbled gruffly but he knew she wouldn't, not yet.
Klaus huffed a little when she kept asleep, his cock driving into her with a little more force to drive a reaction from her.
Within seconds the familiar frustration built up in him, encouraging his hands to grip her tighter, pin her down whilst he thrust into her until her body was jolting off the bed.
"Mmh-" Y/N whined and Klaus pushed down the growl his wolf had bubbling in his chest. "Nik..." She murmured and Klaus sucked a breath in, his fingers rubbing her swollen clit until those pretty eyes of hers were open and looking up to him with desperation.
"Fuck. There you are." He groaned, his hip finally stuttering and his cock twitching inside her. One eye-contact filled moan tipped him over the edge, his cum spilling out from her whilst her legs shook repeatedly.
Klaus's body collapsed against hers, his mouth kissing along her neck and shoulder whilst he pumped in and out of her a couple more times.
"Mmh." Y/N breathed, her arms lifting and her hands resting on his back. "You're all hot n sweaty." She mumbled and he hummed lowly. "Feel better?" Her sleepy voice asked and Klaus suppressed a laugh.
"Definitely." He grinned against her skin. "But I prefer when I can watch you squirm and beg."
When Klaus ruins a good chat with a very sincere girl he's been obsessing over for some time now, he has some making up to do.
Warnings - slightly yandere!Klaus, if you squint, and a good ol' make-out session, which does lead tos omething more (no p in v!).
Word Count - 4.2k
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Long time no see, besties? I hope you didn't forget me!! I've been trying to get back into writing after a full month of practicals and exams, so this is indeed a word-vomit kind of fic (it is very fast paced!), hahah. I hope you'll be entertained regardless! <3
Klaus had had a long day. He felt like bashing his head against a wall or shoving his fist through someone's chest. But he did neither of those painful deeds and instead found himself headed to the Mystic Grill.
He decided to walk there at a rather slow pace, wanting to clear his head so that he'll be able to fully enjoy his drinks there.
The air was bitingly cold against wherever his skin was exposed, and it was so strong that it managed to sneak into and engulf him even inside his coat. But he didn't shiver, or even flinch – instead, he shut his eyes for a second or two, and tried to focus on what he could smell and feel.
Before he knew it, he could hear the low buzz of his destination – the frequent sounds of beer bottles clinking together, people talking each other's ears off after finally getting together after a while, and students trying to get a group project discussion done without having to repeat themselves five times because of the loud chatter.
He felt that he was smiling by the time he could smell the scent of ...well, alcohol and a variety of colognes. Some fried food and a lot of blood.
But when he walked through the door, and saw the true reason for his smile, he felt conscious enough to hide it or else seeming totally weird and out of it.
He bit his lip and walked over to the bar, mumbling his usual order to the tender before he sat on one of the stools. Slowly, he turned his neck to look behind him, and a gleaming smile found its way on his mouth when he realised that she had already been looking at him.
She'd been nodding to something her friend was saying, while looking at him. Klaus nodded lightly and slowly turned back around when she smiled back right away and turned away a little shyly.
Klaus' mind was usually always busy building strategies, making back up plans, being paranoid and trying to figure out who was betraying him. But for the past few weeks, she had taken up more than half of the space in his brain, and his heart had begun beating at a slightly faster rate – perhaps by a point five.
He had seen her hanging with Caroline and Bonnie, and quite often with Alaric Saltzman and Logan Fell. And each time that he'd approach any of her mates, she'd quickly back out and leave the space. Almost as if she didn't want to even be breathing the same air as him.
But all of the times that she was unaware of his looming presence, it was like she was the sweetest heart to be walking the earth.
So, perhaps she was afraid of him, Klaus had thought trying to come to a conclusion, remembering the sound of her escalated heart beats whenever he was around. But that wouldn't make sense as she had no reason to fear him, since as far as he knew, she didn't know anything about the inner-goings of her distant friend group.
Distant because he saw her with others more than he saw her with any of the Scooby-gang's members.
She'd be walking along with Caroline and Bonnie, and the moment she would see him around the corner, she would essentially scutter off. When he would interrupt her sessions with Alaric, she would scatter to gather her stuff and scurry off while making sure that she didn't brush against him as she passed him in the doorway.
And when he would crash her conversations with Logan at the bar, she would look quite pissed off, but still, she would be gone with the next gust of wind.
Sometimes Klaus’ wandering eyes would fixate on Y/n for a little too long and he would occasionally catch a boy gazing at her, or another one looking at her for a brief second before he would mutter something in his friend’s ear, something along the lines of, “she just needs to look at me once with a smile, and I’ll literally take her back to my house.”
He wasn’t sure then why his teeth would grit till he was pulled out of his rage by a hand on his shoulder, often of someone equally infuriating such as Damon or Alaric.
He would just be quite outraged that the one girl he had his eyes on, he had to share with a couple others. And it didn’t even make sense, because no one even knew that he was even aware of her presence, let alone the fact that he would often be searching for her in places he knew she must be present.
But maybe, it was her behaviour that had his interest piqued. He wanted to know many things about her, such as: why she avoided him, and why did he catch her hanging with the two older men so often. Maybe it was because he wanted her to be hanging out with him instead, maybe it was because he was curious and that was the most he had seen of her till date.
Since then, he had his eyes on her whenever she was around. And so far he had noticed a few other things such as, she only wore her prescribed glasses when she was alone, or attending a lecture, she had a sensitive skin that turned red if she rubbed it too harshly, and that she often read more than just one book at a time.
A couple days prior, three to be exact, he was disappointedly walking out of Alaric's class. He had been hoping to crash one of her sessions again. But she hadn't been there – Klaus had even made sure to check if it was the usual time that she was there. The colour pink had washed over his cheeks in embarrassment, and he'd turned into the hallway that led to the library, giving himself another chance and hoping he'd catch her there.
He opened the gate just slightly ajar, enough for him to peak his head through. And just as he had hoped, she was standing right there, looking like a deer caught in headlights with her big eyes in the dim lighting of the library.
Biting back a smile, he walked inside, closing the door behind him.
"Hi," he mumbled, walking forward with his hands in his coat's pockets.
She looked around her to ensure that he was asking her. Still, she pointed at herself and whispered, "me?"
Klaus chuckled, then nodded.
She waved back at him then, and, "hi," she smiled.
"Uh, I've seen you around a couple times actually, but never caught your name," he whispered, sticking his hand out.
"Y/n," she nodded with a small laugh before wrapping her hand around his' easily, and Klaus couldn't ignore just how soft and warm it was. Or maybe he'd felt that about her laughter, he wasn't sure.
"I'm Klaus, it's nice to finally meet you," he smiled. "It wouldn't have taken this long if you hadn't been avoiding me," he shrugged.
She looked at the ground, embarrassed. "I wasn't avoiding you," she mumbled, turning to put a book back on the shelf. "I'm sorry that that's what it looked like."
The smile was still playing around on her mouth, but this one was covered in hues of truth that she was holding back.
"Oh? My eyes must have been deceiving me every time you ran off when I came around," he pointed out, amused.
"Well, I don't know," she exclaimed, "you just make me nervous!"
Klaus looked at her incredulously. "You didn't even know my name until a few minutes ago, and you say that I made you nervous? That doesn't make any sense, now does it?"
"I know! But --" she hesitated, "I don't know," she deflated like a balloon.
Klaus sighed, shrugging. "I -- are you nervous right now?" He could hear very well that she was, but he still wanted to hear what she had to say.
"I mean, kind of?" She trailed off. "But not as much as you usually do!"
"Alright, baby steps, perhaps." He laughed, and then harder when she doubled over and put her hand on his arm for support.
"Wait, am I holding you back?" He quickly asked.
"I mean, yes you are, but it's fine," she shrugged. "I don't want to go to class anyways," she said, grinning.
"I didn't take you for a bad student," he feigned being shocked.
"I'm not! It's just, I've already covered what he's going to teach in class today," she smiled, embarrassed again.
"Is that why I see you around Alaric so often?" Klaus gasped. "Are you trying to leave you batchmates behind?"
Y/n laughed as if he was talking crap after taking five shots.
"Well, I'd rather put it as, I want to learn everything in my lifetime, and right now, it means I know what's written in most textbooks, more well than my peers do," she shrugged.
Klaus nodded, as if saying, 'sure, why not!'. "And what about Logan?"
"You have quite a wandering eye, don't you?" She teased him first, but when Klaus gave her a look, she sighed.
"Well, I've been wanting to know more about Journalism, especially the things that people don't really tell you at face value, you know? I'm just taking advantage of my situation and running after Logan after any new thing I learn."
Klaus could already tell that this was a busy girl, who liked to make each second of her day count. And suddenly, he felt bad for chatting to her without any preset intentions.
And then, Y/n checked her wristwatch.
"I ...have to go," she said, as if it was the most embarrassing thing she'd ever had to say in her entire life.
"Oh, okay, yeah, of course!" Klaus face palmed himself in his mind for stumbling over his words so hard.
She lingered, and then passed him a quick smile. And she'd just reached the door's handle when he cleared his throat instantly.
"Y/n!" She turned, and saw that one of his hands was in the air, almost as if reaching out to her.
"I was thinking maybe we could get some coffee? Or whatever you like to drink, and you know... I'd like to get to know you," he finished off quite shyly, and pinched himself for it from inside his coat's pocket.
"I'd love to," she replied loudly. She knew that there was no one other than them in the room right now. "Find me when you get the chance," she said before leaving.
And it had been a full week since their first and last true encounter – and Klaus was just now seeing her again.
He felt bad, realising that she might have felt as if he'd somehow played her. But he'd had to go back to New Orleans to solve a matter suddenly, and the moment he'd stepped foot back in Mystic Falls, he'd walked straight to the Grill.
Even when he was away, he'd felt the urge to look at her, at the very least. And that had been when he'd truly known that he needed to just make her his’.
"Don’t you think our drinks might have gone bad by now?" Klaus heard her say before he saw her, sliding onto the seat right beside him.
"Oh, I had to leave town for a little bit," Klaus immediately answered, brushing his nose. "Spontaneously too," he added, then gulped dryly.
She only nodded, before taking a sip of her coffee. The maroon colour on her lips was faint, like she had rubbed it to look more like a gradient, and he suddenly felt thirsty.
"Seems like you missed me," he shrugged with a smirk, looking at her from the corner of his eye as he took a gulp of his own drink.
She gasped, looking at him accusingly.
"No, I didn't!" She exclaimed, eyes wide.
"And who are you lying to, yourself or me?" Klaus raised a brow, placing his elbow on the bar and leaning his temple on his palm, looking at her with his full attention.
She had left the top two buttons of the cropped shirt open, and only because of the pendant that was leading his gaze further down, Klaus noticed the lace of her black bra peeking through. He was relieved to see that she didn’t notice, busy tucking her hair behind her ear.
"I- I'm not lying," she answered, caught a little off-guard. “I don’t care enough to lie,” she said, but without looking him in the eyes.
"Whatever you say," Klaus feigned nonchalance, and checked his wrist watch, hoping she'd say something that he could then tease her about.
But instead, he saw her sigh in his periphery.
"Okay," she mumbled, placing her empty glass on the bar and slid off the seat. Fixing the hem of her shirt, she walked back to her table, chewing the inside of her cheek.
Oh god, Klaus shouldn't have been so mean. He had forgotten just how gentle and sensitive her nature was. He face-palmed internally, mad that he had ruined such a good meeting.
Looking behind him with a deep frown, he was panicking how he could save the situation when he saw her hug all of her friends to her side, while fixing her tote on her other shoulder.
Her hair was tied in a neat bun, but wisps had still managed to escape. Gold hoops dangled from her ears, and his eyes travelled down the expanse of her neck.
Klaus blinked, and focused.
"I mean I do have to submit an essay tonight, and get some readings done before midnight," she spoke guiltily, curling in on herself under the upset gaze of the friends.
"I'm sorry, I'll make up soon," she pouted, letting a girl press a kiss on her cheek before she was rushing out of the bar, leaving behind a chatter and before Klaus could bury his face deep in his palms, the girls' eyes flashed to him for a brief second.
To be real, they weren't even close. Barely acquaintances, but for some reason, Klaus felt as though he was on the very edge of losing something ...exceptional. So he needed to do something, and do it quickly.
He had to reach her before she slammed the door on him. Finishing the last bit of his drink, he rushed back home, to ensure nothing would come up to interrupt him later in the night.
Klaus was well aware that Y/n lived with her parents, who truly loved her dearly. She was the only one so far who he had seen with a usual pair of parents, let alone with a close relationship with them as well. And he also knew that they would never expect their golden daughter to even be holding hands with a boy let alone being alone with a man in her room.
So he knew that he could shoot his shot tonight, and the both of them would come out the other side, uncaught.
When the crickets had begun chirping, and the moon was the only source of light, Klaus made his way to her house. From outside he saw that her room was still lit up, albeit a little dimly.
He climbed right up to her window, and was amazed to find her window open ajar, and the curtains that were usually covering it, were drawn just a little to the side – enough for him to peek inside. As the curtains bellowed because of the strong wind, Klaus felt as though he heard cello begin playing inside of his heart the moment he caught a glimpse of her.
But then he waited, and realised that the music was coming from her laptop instead. Leaning in a little bit more, he saw that she was sitting on the floor, swamped amongst papers with the end of a pen caught between her teeth.
As she was studying from a paper in front of her, and then shifting her attention back on her laptop to type something, Klaus felt the urge to free her bottom lip from where it was held by her canines.
Unable to control himself any longer, but still having the mind to not startle her, Klaus knocked on the window.
She looked up, still a little distracted because of her papers, but when she saw him sitting on her window sill, her eyes blew wide.
Her mouth dropped open but before she could’ve yelped, Klaus had his hand cupped in front of her mouth. “It’s me!” He whispered, his heart thudding as her round eyes stared back into his’.
Her breathing calmed, and she let her figure slump back down.
“Dear god, you scared the shit out of me,” she shook her head, eyes closed and her hand placed over her heart.
“Don’t use bad words,” he teased, finally sitting down on the floor with her.
He rested his back against the foot of her bed, and spread his legs in front of him, locking them at the ankles.
“Wh- what the hell are you even doing here? Isn’t this trespassing?” She asked, and then squinted her eyes. “Should I scream right now?”
Laughter escaped him before he could control it. “Why are you so sweet, my love?” He asked her, simply smiling now.
She looked a little offended.
“You can call it a trespass or a break in, if you want to. I think I’d call this apologising,” he shrugged.
A little puzzled, Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Apologising? …For?”
“For the way I spoke to you earlier,” he said, rolling his lips in. He needed to tread carefully here.
Realisation seemed to dawn upon her then, and she skipped the ad that had interrupted the cello music to buy herself some time. “Yeah about that, um,” she swallowed, embarrassment creeping in. “You don’t need to apologise for that, um, I think I overreacted a little.”
This answer gave him the confidence that it would be way easier to make her his’, than he had originally thought.
“No, I should’ve talked to you sweetly, that is what you deserve,” he started. “I was a twit for behaving like that, and I’m very sorry.”
At this point, her ears were burning red and she was chewing on the inside of her cheek again. “It’s okay, Klaus. I forgive you, really,” she smiled.
Silence overtook them for a while, and Klaus could sense her attention slipping back onto her papers. So he leaned in, and moved all of the papers aside.
Y/n gasped, beginning to protest when Klaus shushed her with his finger on her lips.
“I’d put them in an order,” she pouted, a small frown in between her brows. God she got upset and embarrassed way too easily, and each time Klaus felt like his heart was alive again.
Klaus trailed his finger down her chin, and then brought it back into his lap. “I don’t think I can hide this any longer, I uh,” he licked his lips, and took a small breath. “I really like you, Y/n.”
Her eyes widened, and gradually, a smile pulled the corners of her mouth upwards. “You do?” She asked while grinning, her excitement seeping into Klaus.
He began smiling too. “Yeah,” he nodded. “I really fucking do.”
Y/n buried her face into her hands. “Oh god, I cannot believe this.”
Klaus was grinning now, and he shifted close enough to take hold of her wrists to pull them away. “Look at me, love,” he said softly.
And Y/n did, her eyes shining like he had put stars in them and her face was so red he could feel warmth just by hovering his hands over her cheeks.
“Do you feel the same?” He asked, looking into her eyes, and when she nodded furiously, Klaus bit his lip.
“I really really like you as well, Klaus,” she giggled, and Klaus went back to lean against the bed.
He watched her for a few seconds, and she looked back into his eyes, her smile stretched from ear to ear.
“Come closer now, would you?” He said with a teasing lilt in his voice, and he grabbed her hand when she got up on her knees to move towards him.
And when she was sitting beside him, Klaus brushed the back of his hand against her cheek before cupping it in one hand. “Can I kiss you?” He asked, his voice raspier and quieter now that she was so close he could smell the cologne she had put on earlier in the evening.
Y/n nodded, eyes fluttering. “Please,” she told him softly, her breath just a little exhilarated
And overwhelmed by her answer, Klaus drew her in and smashed his mouth onto her. His entire body felt like it was on fire, and a rasp escaped his throat when Y/n placed a hand on his chest.
“God, you taste so good,” he muttered against her mouth to let her take a couple of breaths before he was kissing her again, his fingers entangled in her hair with his palm placed on the edge of her jaw.
Her hand travelled upwards, leaving goosebumps behind and travelled behind his neck to curl her fingers around the baby hairs on the nape of his neck.
He bit down on her bottom lip before pushing his tongue into her mouth, and a whimper escaped her mouth. She let him take control, and Klaus began exploring her mouth.
She backed away to catch her breath, but Klaus was quick to latch onto her neck. He left a trail of saliva along her jaw before marking spots on the span of her neck. She moaned, her breaths heavy and laced with want as Klaus sucked right above her collarbone.
“Straddle me, sweetheart,” Klaus grunted against her skin, a particular type of high coursing through his body as he pressed his nose further into her skin.
She did just as he said and the moment he felt her heat radiate onto his boner, he knew he was gone for the night.
“Klaus?” She called his name gently, and he looked up into her eyes right away.
“I- I’m a virgin,” she told him, her breath shaky.
“It’s okay sweetheart, we can go further another day, yes? Whenever you want to?” He told her, and she nodded so sweetly Klaus had to take a deep breath to ground himself.
“But can I just kiss you a little longer, my love?” He asked, eyes then trailing over the hickeys he had given her. He would really need to jerk himself off the moment he reached his home.
“Uh huh,” she mumbled, her voice cracking. “Please.”
“God, you love to beg, don’t you?” He chuckled, tracing her jaw. “I’ll give you what you want, sweet girl. Whatever you want,” he whispered, and this time Y/n was the one to start the kiss.
Their heads bobbed as they pressed themselves further into each other and it was only in a few seconds that Klaus felt movement against his crotch.
He stopped to look down, and saw Y/n’s hips falter to a stop. “Did I do something wrong?” She asked him worriedly.
“Were you grinding on me, sweetheart?”
“Y-yeah, I think so,” she muttered, hands beginning to fiddle.
“You’ll be the death of me,” Klaus grunted before he drew her into a kiss again. And this time, one his hands remained tangled in her hair while the other one began to travel down her waist and on her hips.
Then he began to grind her onto him, and pushed himself up towards her clothed cunt. Slowly, he created a pace and it wasn’t long before she was increasing the pace herself.
Small whimpers and moans began to escape her as Klaus continued kissing her. He himself felt getting closer and he had just been thinking of holding himself back when he heard her say his name.
“Please, Klaus,” she whimpered again, and Klaus moved to press kisses and bites across her chest instead.
“Yes, my love?” He asked her, still drawing her stuttering hips into a pace.
“I think, I think I’m going to come,” she mumbled, and Klaus knew there was no stopping himself now.
“Yeah, sweet girl? Come for me then, make me happy,” he rasped before nipping above her other collarbone.
And right then, Y/n bit down on her bottom lip as her body began to shake. Stuttering against Klaus’ unforgiving pace, she fell into shambles on top of him. A lone tear slid out of one of her eyes, and Klaus eyes were glinting at this sight of her.
He freed her bottom lip, and kissed her harshly one last time before he felt the knot in his belly break loose. God, he had made a mess of himself in front of this angel girl, and still he kept moving her hips until the both of them had ridden their highs.
She pressed her face in his neck then, and wrapped her arms around his torso, still sitting on top of him.
“God, I really fucking like you,” she said meekly, clutching him a little tighter.
“I know my love,” Klaus smiled, brushing his hands through her hair, and inhaling the faint smell of vanilla. “I really like you as well, my love,” he said in a deep voice, and pressed a small kiss on her ear.
Summary: Y/N’s sexual needs draw Klaus in, but Klaus realises they’re more intense than he anticipated.
Klaus hadn’t met Y/N when she and Hayley came to Mystic Falls. He’d heard her name mentioned once or twice my Hayley or Tyler but never seen her. Not until New Orleans.
She was sweet looking, like that classic ‘girl next door’ kind. It wasn’t Klaus’s usual type, but that didn’t mean she didn’t make his pulse raise when she bend over to get the cereal box from the bottom cupboard. His eyes zeroed on her ass, his throat bobbing when bright pink lace peaked over the top of her pajama pants.
He watched the spoon slide into her mouth, the milk wetting her lips until her tongue licked them clean. When she noticed his staring she smiled, her head tilting and teeth shining.
“Do you want some?” She offered her spoon and Klaus cleared his throat.
“No, thank you love.” He glanced back down at his sketchpad quietly, the page still blank. Klaus couldn’t help but glance back once she put the dish in the sink and headed back up the stairs, her hips swaying and lace still on display.
Y/N was a nice little distraction, something for his eyes to wander over whilst he thought. He’d admire the tight tops she chose, the way the fabric stretched across her breasts. Whenever he saw lace, he thought of her underwear. Pictured the pink of her panties or the white of her bra.
But she behaved oblivious to his attention. She had Hayley played around, entertaining each other whilst Klaus and Rebekah tried to get Elijah back.
Klaus had been trying to draw again, sat on the couch with the pad and pencil in hand, brows furrowed as he tried to focus. He flinched when the table beside him was knocked, the tin of pencils falling to the floor.
“Oh- I’m sorry.” Y/N sunk down to get them, kneeling right between his legs whilst she gathered the pencils.
Klaus groaned and placed his hand on her head, his fingers sliding into her hair. Y/N popped her head up, looking up at him whilst he stroked her head quietly. Klaus didn’t know how she could look so sweet whilst in such a compromising position. She smiled when he caressed her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb before brushing over her bottom lip. His breath hitched when she parted her lips, letting his thumb into her mouth.
“Good girl,” he whispered as he pushed his thumb back and forth along her tongue whilst his other hand undid his belt. Y/N was more than happy when he pulled his thumb away, replacing it with the head of his cock. She let out a little giggle as she sucked it, her eyes still up on his. He shushed her softly, his hand stroking his length whilst he watched her toy with the tip.
His eyes glanced at the stairs, his hearing focused but Hayley was asleep and Rebekah was out. Once he was sure, he pushed his cock into her mouth, watching her eyes flutter as she fit half of him in.
“Good…like that” he praised, sliding his hands back into her hair when she began to bob her head. He could feel her tongue brushing over him, circling and teasing. Klaus shifted further forward on his seat, soon standing and holding her head still so he could fuck her sweet face. The little moans she let out vibrated around him, the tension stirring inside his loins.
He held a fistful of her hair, his eyes still on hers as her lashes wetted with tears. He could feel his cock hit the back of her throat, but not once did Y/N make a sound of protest. Klaus let out a breathless laugh when he came, amusement filling him when she moaned enthusiastically, swallowing eagerly.
She took a breath when he pulled out of her mouth, the back of her hand wiped her lips and she smiled back at him. Klaus zipped his jeans back up before taking her hand, pulling Y/N to stand.
His eyes narrowed just slightly as he leant down, his face just before hers. He kissed the side of her neck slowly, nipping the skin and listening to her giggle at the sensation.
“Shh” he whispered, a smile tugging at his lips as he stretched her shirt down, revealing her bra. His eyes flicked to the stairs again before he unclipped the back and pulled it off her. His mouth watered and she let out a small moan when he swirled her nipple into his mouth. Klaus let his hands slide round her, down to her hips. He pushed her sweatpants down, running his palms over the lace covering her ass. “Come here.” He murmured, hands going under her thighs as his mouth left her skin.
“Mmh” she breathed, legs going up around his hips before he laid her down on the couch. He pulled the panties off her legs, leaning down to nuzzle her thighs. Klaus pushed her legs up, Y/N squealed and bended to his will. She held her own ankles, teeth against her bottom lip while he slid his tongue across her pussy. Klaus chuckled when she shifted her hips, practically pushing her clit to his lips.
His eyes pierced up into hers whilst his tongue circled the little bud, feeling it pulse eagerly.
“Faster” she whispered and Klaus raised both brows but complied, lapping quickly and bringing his fingers to her cunt. Y/N moaned, her head leaning back as he slide them back and forth. “There…” she breathed and he curled his fingers, impressed by how well she knew her body. How quickly she came once she’d tugged his hair, guiding him just as she wanted.
Klaus panted softly, lifting his face to look back at her. His mouth and chin wet as he stroked her thighs, guiding her legs back down. She stretched slowly, like a cat that had just woken. Klaus groaned softly and brushed his fingers up her body, her shirt had covered her breasts but his fingers easily found the still hardened bud through the fabric. He tugged gently, shushing her playfully when she moaned.
“You should…get to bed, love.” He whispered, still admiring her body as he watched her sit up. Y/N reached for her underwear but klaus held the lace tight in his hand. She smiled with a laugh and pulled her joggers on without her panties, grabbing her bra before heading up the stairs. Klaus stayed sat on the couch a moment longer, his fingers caressing the material slowly.
Nothing changed. She still behaved oblivious, bouncing around in a new thong, jeans always too low. Hayley never mentioned anything. Klaus could only smirk internally when he saw her sucking a lollipop, her eyes wondering over to his whilst her tongue licked it over in a long, slow motion.
Soon, they were in the abattoir. Life was busy again and Klaus had been up late again. His mind went back to that evening and so he made his way to Y/N’s new room. But his brows furrowed when he twisted the handle, as soon as the door opened just a crack, the silencing spell was lifted and he could hear her familiar moans. His lips parted when he heard a man making similar sounds.
The door opened, just enough for him to see. His eyes narrowed as he watched her move on top one of Marcels vampires. Body bouncing and head back whilst the man’s hands squeezed her hips tight, his own hips snapping up.
Slowly, Klaus retreated, closing the door soundlessly, the silencing barrier back up. Quietly, he went back to his own room. His eyes closed as he plucked the pair of panties he’d stolen from her before, wrapping the lace around his cock before stroking himself with them slowly.
In the morning, she was her usual bright self. Smiling happily at him and once again offering his breakfast, once again he declined and continued to stare.
“What?” She asked, a laugh on her lips when she saw his eyes on her chest. She tossed her spoon, smiling when he caught it, his attention flicking back to her eyes.
“Where were you last night?” He questioned and she shrugged.
“My room.” She answered easily and he hummed.
“Sleeping?”
“Sure.” Her answer was noncommittal, her shrug irritating him just a little.
“I want you to come to my room tonight.” He told her and she stood with her bowl.
“Sure.” She answered again and he felt his eye twitch, but sure enough, Y/N pushed his door open that evening.
Klaus tugged her clothes off, his fingers running over another man’s marks across her skin. Her hips lightly bruised, thighs and waist still red. She could see his jaw tick, his eyes hardening as he gripped the same spot tighter, harder. “That hurts.” She whispered, but still, she laughed when he squeezed again.
Klaus pulled her over his lap, her stomach on his thighs whilst he stroked her bare back. He could feel his frustration rising, his hand brushed over the sensitive skin of her ass, debating hitting her; punishing her.
“Are you jealous?” She asked, looking at him over her shoulder, a full toothed grin on her face as his hand came down, the slap ringing out across the room. Her body flinched naturally but she only moaned and giggled, still looking back at him.
“Jealous of what?” He muttered, spanking the flesh once, twice, three times more. He admired the way the skin rippled and reddened. The scent of her arousal filled his nose, his eyes flickering gold as his cock hardened further. “That you sleep with any man you see?” He spat, slapping her again, the ‘clap’ becoming louder each time until her moans finally became a hiss of pain. Klaus felt a tiny bubble of guilt when she looked back at him, her eyes shiny and a little scared as well as excited.
Slowly, his hand caressed her ass, soothing the skin. She let a smile back onto her face before beginning to move, Klaus let her come to nuzzle his jaw. His mouth soon on hers and his hands less harsh on her skin.
Her hands pulled at his clothes, eventually leaving them both bare as he rolled her onto her back. Y/N opened her legs without any hesitation, his body between them naturally and his tongue around hers. Y/N held one side of his face, her thumb against his stubble whilst she moaned into his mouth, her tongue eager against his. Klaus pulled back only long enough to push his cock into her before he kissed her again, desperate to swallow her sounds.
Y/N pulled back, about to demand he move but Klaus did so before she could. His hips moving in a swift motion, effectively knocking the air out of her lungs. He groaned when her leg lifted, stretching up to rest against his shoulder. “Fuck…” Klaus whispered, driving his hips forward again to feel her squeeze around him.
The sound she let out made his eyes roll back, he moved quickly, letting her angle herself before he ploughed into the spot she begged him to keep hitting. His fingers interlaced with hers before he stretched her arms over her head, his face just above hers as he watched his hips thrust flush against hers.
“Really fast!” she whined and he nodded, moving as quickly as he could without supernatural speed but Y/N kept begging. Klaus let his bed fall forward, his forehead against her hair as he came inside her, moving at an impossibly speed whilst she cried out in delight. He hadn’t even teased her clit for her to come, her skin flushed and leg still up between theme.
Klaus groaned when she began to move, he released her hands and let her leg move back down comfortably before pulling out of her.
A slight feeling of surprise hit him when she sat up and instead of making a move to leave, turned around. On her hands and knees with her ass presented to him. Klaus only moaned and stared at her glistening pussy. Her hips flexed back and she looked over her shoulder. “What’re you waiting for?” She asked, a giggle in her voice as he crawled forward to her.
His mouth watered and he couldn’t help but press his tongue to her again, swallowing her sweetness before settling onto his knees behind her. Filling her from behind made his head spin in a new way. There was something utterly filthy about the sounds that came out of her, how eager she was to bend and stretch however she could so long as it made her feel good.
Klaus fucked her until dawn, only then did she appear to show signs of tiring. He’d lifted her back off his dick, his own body getting overstimulated but he prepared to take her again when she let out a soft sound. Klaus turned her, seeing her lips parted in a pant and skin slick with sweat. “Tired?” He whispered and she gave a small nod, Klaus nodded back and gently laid her down on his bed. The sheets stuck to her skin but neither of them cared enough.
When he woke, she was gone.
He found her downstairs with Hayley, laughing at something on one of their phones. Full of light and energy, as if he hadn’t bend her over every way possible, had her screaming until the sun came up.
When Klaus sat down on the chair opposite them, she merely gave him a glance and a smile before returning to Hayley’s phone.
Klaus quickly found that if he hadn’t snatched her up first, she’d be satisfied by someone else.
Whilst Y/N formed little emotional attachment to Klaus, he had taken too much of an interest. Which resulted in him scaring a man out of her bed in the middle of the night.
“Stop yelling!” She cried, her face still full of sleep as he sat naked in the centre of her bed. Klaus slammed the door behind the man, tossing his clothes into the bin and dragging the sheets off the bed, her along with it. “Klaus-“ she pushed him, hands against his chest. His head snapped and for a second he felt his hand clench into a fist but at the sight of her face, he felt himself soften.
“Who is he?” Klaus questioned, pulling apart her duvet and then coming to rest his hands against her waist.
“I don’t know.” She frowned, confused. “His names Darryl or something, why does it matter?”
“Because he’s in your bed.” He scoffed, though there was less anger in his eyes now. Klaus didn’t understand her, but he came to the realisation that perhaps there was something that he did need to understand. “Don’t you care about him? Even a little to have sex with him?”
“No” she frowned. “I just met him.”
“Well what about me? You sleep with me all the time.” He queried and she hesitated.
“Well I don’t know.” She answered, and he huffed softly. Klaus pulled her close, her naked body against his clothed one. He rest his chin on top her head and frowned quietly into the night.
“Well I care about you.” He whispered, “I don’t want you to be with anyone else.” It was vulnerable of him, something he rarely allowed and he knew it was risky.
“But…that’s not fair.” She frowned, moving to look up at him. “I don’t want a relationship.”
Klaus stared back at her, his eye flickering between hers. “What if I satisfy you every night?” He offered and she stayed quiet, thinking. “If I don’t, you can find someone else.” A lump formed in his throat at the proposition but he knew she was considering it.
“Well…I’ll have to speak to Hayley.” She muttered and his brows pinched in confusion.
“Okay…” he agreed quietly, not wanting to ask why. “Come sleep in my bed tonight, I’ll have your bedding cleaned tomorrow.” He led her along, settling her down against his pillows before taking his place between her legs as a last act to gain her interest in his offer.
The next day, he came across Hayley who was perched expectantly on the edge of his bed.
“Look, I know you like her, but it just not a good idea-“ she started and Klaus pushed the door closed, folding his arms. “I get that she’s good in bed, she’ll still sleep with you, but she can’t do a relationship Klaus.”
“And why not?” He questioned, brow raised.
“She’s been through a lot, and she can’t do commitment. She’ll hurt you or you’ll hurt her. And she’s insatiable, her wolf-“
“She’s a werewolf?” Klaus questioned, growing more confused by the second.
“You don’t smell it?” She frowned, mirroring his confusion.
“No, I-“ but he cut himself off, thinking back. She’d always smelt sweet, but Klaus had assumed it was because of how delicious she was. He hadn’t ever seen her eyes change, had he? But he’d taken her from so many positions, and most of them didn’t allow him to see her face. Thinking about it, sometimes her whines were a little too high, her cries almost a howl. “She’s a wolf.” He murmured, glancing at his bed quietly as he remembered it all. Hayley followed his eye line and quickly stood up, grimacing after having touched the sheets.
“Yeah” she nodded, like it was obvious, because it was, he’d just never realised it. “Most wolves sex drives are pretty high, it’s just given her past, it’s emphasised that even more. It’s why she goes for vampires, they don’t get tired.”
“Right.” He nodded. “Well, I’ll keep her satiated and I promise not to hurt her. Sorted.” He smiled, a little sarcastically, before pushing Hayley out of his room.
From then, he spent his time keeping Y/N on a tight leash. Leading her away from other men, especially vampires, tugging her into a dark or quiet space when she’d get annoyed, treating her to his fingers to keep her happy.
Her head would be in his neck, his hand holding the back of her head to keep her close so she couldn’t be too loud whilst he curled two fingers inside her. He too now knew exactly where to touch. The room was busy, another party Marcel had insisted on throwing. Klaus hadn’t wanted Y/N to go, and definitely not in such a little dress but having her against the wall made both their stress release.
“There you are sweetheart, better now, yes?” He murmured, kissing her shoulder slowly whilst he felt her clamp down and come.
“Mmm…uhuh.” She breathed, resting against him whilst he fixed her dress and licked his fingers clean.
“You feel good? Need another?” He questioned but her head shook, it was already her third orgasm of the evening. “Good girl.” He whispered and led her back to dance.
He’d stress when he was out all day, his mind already picturing her with another.
But with time, she didn’t even consider finding someone else. Instead, she would turn to messaging him.
Come back!
She’d send and he’d frown.
What’s happened? Are you hurt?
No. I need you again.
And Klaus would smile, turning his screen so only he could see.
Love. I just finished eating your sweet pussy. You can’t need any more.
In response, he’d be sent an angle of her cunt that made his breathing stop.
Klaus began to bring her along, often having her wait in the car and then giving her five minutes of his time in the back seats before they went anywhere else.
“Harder!” She’d whine, her back arching as deep as she physically could to try feel him deeper.
“Sweetheart, the car is shaking.” He growled, but drove his hips forward with more force regardless.
“Again!”
Until eventually, he could strap her seatbelt back round her and drive them back home.
After waking him up every morning, begging for anything, he’d decided he trusted her to do what she pleased. “Wake me up with your pussy on me, mouth, hands or whatever else. I don’t care, love.” He murmured, already full of sleep after a long night of splitting her in half.
“Promise?” She yawned and he nodded, snuggling her closer.
“Promise.”
And so, he would wake to the feel of his cock throbbing. His body often trembling whilst she continued to ride him. Often he’d only be able to see the back of her head, her hair bouncing with her body as she flexed her hips further back. He’d moan weakly in an attempt to tell her he was awake, but he’d unknowingly been making those same sounds for the last however long. Eventually, he’d grab her ass of hips, alerting her of his consciousness.
“Oh.” She’d turn to look to him over her shoulder but her rhythm never slowed. “Good morning.” She’d smile, her teeth on display. Klaus would smile back, his much more lazy than hers before his brows furrowed and he panted.
“Love, love-“ he’d groan when he came, his thighs tense and loins almost sore.
Y/N would climb off and sit back beside him, caressing his hair quietly. “Are you tired?” She asked, glancing at his semi hard cock.
“No…” he breathed, though his head still rest against the pillows.
“I’m being too much.” She whispered, swallowing thickly and looking out the window. Klaus frowned, glancing up at her. He knew she was panicking; thinking about leaving.
“No love, not at all.” He smiled, moving to sit up and pulling her close. Klaus stroked her skin, his thumb brushing over her nipple teasingly. “Just woke up is all.” He nuzzled her hair and she curled close. “Im a hybrid.” He reminded, his lips upturned when she pressed her face into his chest. Her affection was new but of increasing consistency. “I don’t get tired.”
“Never?”
“Not ever.” He chuckled.
“Promise?” She whispered, and when her eyes locked on his, Klaus knew she wasn’t just asking about him being tired.
“I promise.” He confirmed, pressing his forehead to hers as many wolves often did. “I love you.”
hey, so i’ve been having this scene in my head for days where y/n and klaus are kidnapped by some witches and they are put under a sex spell that makes both of them really horny. they gotta have intercourse for the witches to draw the energy that comes from simultaneous orgasms or something like that. they are reluctant at first especially y/n but klaus manages to convince/seduce her and they end up having the best sex of their life. could you write something like that pls?
Timeless Desire
Klaus groaned softly, rolling onto his back and peeling his eyes open. The light stung at his pupils making then shrink momentarily before they expanded beyond their usual diameter.
His body ran hot and a familiar but much more intense ache rolled through his body, his lower body especially. With a stiff grunt he placed his hand over his crotch, an immediate cry leaving him with how incredibly hard he was.
"Fuck" He breathed, lifting his spinning head and forcing himself up onto to find himself in a plain, bright room. He was fully dressed but he felt the need to tear each material from his skin. Just as he started to tug at the hem of his shirt his attention was pulled to a soft moan, one that made his loins stir.
Klaus spun round to see a vaguely familiar girl curled up in the corner. Dressed in a floaty dress that meant that the delicious scent of her arousal spread through the room like a wild fire. His eyes found hers, she was afraid that much was clear and if he were honest, he was also a little nervous but she looked scared of him and he didn't understand why.
His lips parted to speak but before he could, someone else's voice piped up.
"Perfect. You're both awake!" The voice was cold and mildly amused. Klaus felt his anger spike, he knew this witch. Not personally but he knew who it was and the type of shit this guy did. But the girl didn't, Klaus could tell that she was lost. "Now I know you're a little scared honey, but don't panic, I'm not here to hurt you." The guy grinned, adressing the girl before gesturing to Klaus "But he might" He whispered to her and Klaus frowned, confused. Did he know her? "Now you should recognise each other just a little bit. This, honey, is Klaus Mikaelson" He smirked and she sniffed, backing further into the corner, "And this is Y/n Y/l/n, you met once, she's part of Jackson's or I suppose now it's Hayley's pack" The witch explained and Klaus's eyes went wide. Hayley had introduced them, once, and he had liked her. He had flirted and teased but nothing came of it, so why was she here? Why was he here?
"What is this, exactly?" Klaus questioned, brows furrowed and eyes darting to Y/n who was squeezing her thighs together tightly.
"You know what it is and you're not gonna fight it. There are dozens of us who will benefit from this ritual and you will complete it by the next full moon." The witch told him sternly and Klaus's expression darkened.
"You're sick" He spat, he knew the ritual he meant. It was a power draw. Two supernaturals, when simultaneously orgasming would release a specific type of power that could be used and twisted to perform some of the biggest spells. Werewolves especially, their hormones are so high. And Klaus? He was perfect for this type of sorcery.
"Sick or not, It's necessary. You have a month, get to know each other if you have to. Or if you want to get back to your daughter them make it happen as soon as you can, hm?" He snapped and Klaus growled.
He knew what the witch was suggesting and based on how Y/n cried "No" , she knew too. The magic wielder left and Klaus looked to Y/n who was shaking her head.
"Please don't" She whimpered and Klaus sighed, brushing his hand over his hair and groaning at the sweat that coated him from how his skin boiled.
"I'm not...I won't make you do anything" He told her, trying to keep his distance but suddenly the room felt so much smaller.
They stayed in opposite corners, silent and uncomfortable. Sometimes she would cry and he would whisper that it was okay and they would get out but he knew it was useless.
When night came it was freezing, unbelievably and her body trembled. He knew what they were doing. They wanted them to lay together to conserve their heat, to touch. Instead, klaus pulled his henley over his head and pushed it over to her so she may warm up.
They stayed silent for days before Y/n began to struggle. His eyes had met her fading ones in the centre of the night and he nodded, getting up and coming over to her.
"It's okay" He whispered, laying down beside her and spooning her delicate figure against him. His cock was solid and pressed right against her ass but he didn't grind himself or say anything, he just needed to keep her warm and alive until the night was over.
But in the morning, the temperature was all the way up and their bodies were practically stuck together. Y/n was dragging the henley over her head, her body pressed against Klaus's and it made him bite down on his tongue hard. Her hips shifted without meaning to and Klaus groaned, bucking his hips against her firm ass. A whine left her and he grunted.
"Fuck, I'm- I'm sorry" He muttered, crawling away from her. He felt like a dog, a weak, panting dog that was desperate for water. His mind was hazy with her so close, he wanted her. He wanted to taste her, to feel her, hear her. Y/n looked so soft, so perfect.
She had curves, he could see them through the dress when she laid and he needed them.
But he couldn't, she was still scared and he couldn't make her. He would do a lot of things but he would not force her.
Klaus tried to stay away from her in the day, only touch at night for heat but then they started to get hungry, physically. Y/n needed food and Klaus needed blood. The witches said Klaus must feed from her and if Y/n wanted food then she would have to earn it. The deal was that for each minute they kissed, she would get a pice or a slice of something. No specifications, just something to entice her.
She was famished when she looked up at him, eyes wet with tears that hadn't yet fallen. Klaus softened, again, and let her shuffle over. His arms wrapped loosely around her waist and whispered gently in her ear. "It's going to be alright sweetheart, just a minute so you can get something okay? I won't hurt you"
Y/n leaned close to him, needing to feel safe and he could do that. She knew the witches were watching and it was unsettling but she also knew that she needed to eat.
So she closed her pretty eyes and let their lips collide. It was supposed to be closed mouth and quick but once they both got a small taste, they yearned for more.
Y/n broke first, surprisingly, and moaned against his lips. As soon as her mouth opened, his tongue was inside and their little kiss became an intense make out session. The heat was too much again and Klaus was pulling her to straddle his lap whilst his tongue fucked her mouth passionately.
They were both blissfully unaware of the time passing by as their bodies rubbed together desperately and her legs spread invitingly for him to lay between as he pushed her onto her back and bunched her dress up. His cock was so close to tearing through his boxers as he dragged his jeans down his hips roughly. Y/n was tugging at him overly eagerly, needing him inside her.
However as soon as he hand grabbed at her panties, her eyes flew open. A gasp leaving her throat and her face pulled away making his wolf growl and hers whine. The fear was back and he could smell it. He panted and let go of her underwear. His eyes listed to meet hers and she whimpered, but she didn't look too scared, she was still lustful.
But they didn't have time to talk about it. Not when a tray had appeared in the opposite corner. Y/n had scrambled over there, grabbing at the pieces of pancake and the berries. Klaus cleared his throat and pulled his trousers back on, he felt embarrassed but he knew he couldn't be due to the circumstances.
He came and sat by her whilst she ate, he was watching over her. Klaus had become protective. The witches had come in one night and tried to take her clothes, to speed the process and since that night he made sure to stay close. He had to fight them off, he almost turned and they knew not to touch her again. He knew that they were still winning, they wanted him to feel possessive and it was working.
He would look around the room, searching for where they were watching them from. He could never find it. In the end his attention would end up back on Y/n.
Once she had devoured everything on her plate, she was snuggling up to him and ready to sleep. There wasn't much to do bug struggle and sleep. The only issue was when she needed to sleep in the daytime. In sunlight hours, it was far too hot to be touching, as the next week came by Klaus ended up sitting in just his boxers during the day. Y/n had torn her dress so it was shorter but eventually it was shredded entirely and she was left in her bra and panties.
It felt so much better in the day but at night? Klaus often worried she would die. Even with their werewolf bodies generating heat, she wasn't strong enough for the temperatures they were putting them through. He would be wrapped around her, on top of her, holding as much over her as possible so that she was as warm as he could have her. It was in the night that he would feed from her. It felt so intimate, too intimate and he couldn't have the witches seeing and he couldn’t have the combination of the heat, her body and feeding all at once so he did it in the cold and dark.
Sometimes, his hands would stroke her skin whilst he fed and when he pulled his mouth away from his neck he would give her little kisses as a thank you. But little kisses weren't a thing. They got sloppy fast and they would be dry humping in minutes.
Too many times one of them had cum in their pants. It resulted in them both completely naked. Y/n had clung onto her bra but he had torn it off her when in a frenzy.
Their lack of clothing made everything difficult.
Klaus wished that the witches could've drawn power from the times he had cum against her leg in the night but he knew that had to be inside her and they had to do it in unison. It was the only way.
He missed his family. He needed to get home, Hope probably thought he had left her but whenever he looked at Y/n, he couldn't ask her to do it. How could he? In the span of weeks he felt that he loved her, he couldn't hurt her.
They had been lead together all night and all day, despite the heat. Their mouths seemed permanently attached, always kissing, licking, loving. Klaus didn't realise how it would feel to cum without any friction. To simply get so hard that he couldn't hold it in. His cock felt like it had exploded with ecstasy. Y/n had giggled when it went all over her stomach, she had stroked his hair gently while he panted and let her kiss his jaw.
"I love you" He whispered to her one day, it was on the fourth week but they didn't know that. Time wasn't real to them. It felt like months had passed with the amount of time they had spent together.
Y/n didn't reply, it hurt him but he understood.
"Would you lie to me...so that you could get out of here?" She asked him a while later, voice weak and eyes avoiding him.
"No" He whispered. "If I were ever going to do that, I would have done that in the first few days. I promise you, I won't ever hurt you. That full moon and come and go, they can torture me but I will never-"
"We have to...I know we do...I just- I"
"I know" He murmured, stroking her arm. "I'll take care of you" It was a promise.
"They'll watch..." She whispered, and he could see that inkling of fear again. It only appeared when the witches were mentioned or showed themselves.
"I'll hide you" He whispered, he pulled her into his hold. "We can be right up in the corner, they'll only see me."
"They've already seen me" She uttered and his heart broke, he was sure of it. He cupped her face and pressed their foreheads together.
"I'm going to rip their eyes from their heads as soon as we get out of here, I promise you" He told her, his voice incredibly low so that they couldn't hear. Y/n nodded silently and sighed softly.
"Maybe just...try something smaller first?" She questioned and he tilted his head but caught on when she shyly touched his hand, his fingers.
"Yeah...we can do that" He whispered, caressing her hand gently and lifting it to kiss her palm. "I can do that for you" He nodded whilst his hands glided down her sides, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Y/n whimpered softly and closed her eyes, focusing on the intoxicating sensations he created.
His lips pressed to her cheek before scattering down her neck, sucking briefly to make her moan whilst his hands massaged her thighs. Y/n pressed herself right to him, her skin on his and her breath against his ear whilst he brushed his touch between her legs.
A low groan left him when he felt how wet she was, not that he expected less. She had been permanently soaked since they were put here. He had felt it through his clothes at the start, when they would move against one another; more recently she would grind on his thigh but he hadn't been able to really touch her how he wanted. She was much more aware than he was which surprised him with his years of restraint and experience.
Many moments of weakness had struck him. He would stroke himself as quietly as he could but he knew that she knew. They were both far too physically sensitive to feel the psychological shame. To begin with they did but now? They had accepted the desperation. They were submitting to it.
That was obvious when his forefinger slipped inside her with ease. Y/n whimpered and curled her fingers against his shoulders whilst her pussy clenched. Klaus pushed a second finger in with only slight resistance and slowly moved them in time.
"It's alright" He mumbled, kissing the side of her head "You're nice and wet for me" He whispered and she moaned softly. Her eyes squeezed shut and her head rest against his neck to muffle her sounds. His thumb hovered over her clit, encouraging her to move her hips in time with his hand.
They started tentative and gentle but the heat took over soon enough. His digits moved inside her as quickly as physically possible, her hips bucked in a frenzy and her moans were no longer hidden and quiet. She was loud, desperate, hungry for him.
Klaus bit down on his tongue to shut himself up as he pumped three fingers into her enthusiastically. He was certain he could stretch her wide enough for his whole hand but he didn't need to. She bit down on his shoulder when she came around his hand with no warning other than a broken cry.
He expected her to be exhausted but she only seemed more eager for him to finally fuck her. Her mouth was on his in seconds, begging him to take her. His fingertips rubbed her clit, trying to bring her down from her high but it only riled her up further.
"Love" He mumbled, a groan to his voice, "Sweetheart"
Eventually she stopped and looked up at him. Her pupils were blown and he fought against every instinct as he cupped her sweet face and kissed her forehead.
"I'm sorry" she whispered "I got carried away"
Her cheeks were blushed red and it made him smile. "It's okay, I just didn't want you to keep going if you didn't actually want to" He murmured, knowing that the intensity of the witches magic was sending their bodies into overdrive.
Y/n nodded and glanced down at his hand with embarrassment.
"Why don't you go see if they've filled your tray?" He suggested softly so that her attention shifted. Y/n went to her feeding area and was able to relax and eat her only meal of the day whilst Klaus went to their usual sleep area. The remains of their clothes worked as some sort of bed and he sighed softly at the reality they were living in.
He promised himself that he would have her wrapped in the finest silk sheets, clad in the softest of clothes and fed the most exceptional of meals. He would care for her, he would get to care for his daughter again and see his family. He hoped they'd be happy to see him.
Similar thoughts swirled through his mind each night as he lay with her curled in his arms. Sometimes she would ask what he was thinking and he would tell her whilst she silently hoped that she would get to stay with him once they escaped.
As the full moon neared their scents became stronger and each little, harmless touch became much more intense. They both became more animalistic. Touch, food and sleep was all they wanted and it was all they got.
Klaus was far too happy with the recent development of being allowed to touch that sweet pussy of hers. His fingers were always inside her however after hours of having her fall apart on her hand she needed more. Which was how Klaus ended up with his mouth attached to her cunt for an entire night.
Much to his embarrassment Klaus had borderline begged her to touch his cock. Y/n had felt guilty for letting him struggle and stroked him until he was as much a mess as she had been.
They weren't aware that it was the night of the full moon when their lust overpowered them both.
The witches had the rest of their ingredients ready to draw from the two wolves once the moon hung high.
Klaus's mouth had moved up and down her body three times mover before his cock finally spread her pussy lips open. Her hands grabbed at his skin, her nails dragging up his back to pull him closer.
"Are you sure?" He breathed though he wasn't sure if he could actually stop himself if she said no. Thankfully she was all the more eager.
"Please Klaus, I'm sure, I'm ready" She begged, her eyes pleading with his and making him nod subconsciously and push into her.
The first few thrusts were as slow as he could manage as his fingers curled to grasp at the ground beneath them. His claws extended without him knowing whilst his cock thickened inside her and pushed against her soaking walls.
His head fell forward whilst hers went back and her own claws sunk deep into his flesh.
It only took a minute before control was tossed and Klaus's mind went into overdrive. His hips started to snap aggressively to hers, his ears longing to hear that harsh slap of their skin meeting and the immediate moan that left her lips.
His hands slid under her back to hold onto the back of her shoulders to get a good grip on her whilst he thrust into her roughly. Her legs were up around his hips and he could feel the heels of her feet hit against the base of his back with each thrust.
"God, I love you" He panted, his eyes burning gold as he clung to her tightly and pressed his lips to her jaw. Her cunt was so wet and hot, he never wanted to leave. She squeezed him so delightfully that his vision would go for a moment here and there.
Y/n couldn't close her mouth for even a second, her sounds were endless whilst she begged.
"Harder, Klaus. Please!" She cried, her claws shredding the skin of his back. He obeyed her demands and bucked his hips harsher, hitting that spot with more force.
Klaus watched her eyes roll back whilst her body tensed and tightened.
"Not yet, love" He murmured through a strained voice. He gripped her tighter and moved faster, chasing what his body desperately needed. Klaus groaned loudly, his mind was on fire, his body too. A fire of desire set them both aflame.
The witches gathered in a circle, their chanting synchronised as they felt the power start to flow.
Klaus held himself up with one hand whilst the other slide down the front of her body to dip between her legs. His cock continued to slide back and forth roughly within her whilst his fingertips began to circle her swollen clit.
Y/n was borderline screaming for him when she came undone, her jaw open when he sheathed himself to the hilt and released inside her.
Their foreheads pressed together, sticking with sweat as they panted warm air against each other's mouths.
Y/n felt the weakening first. It hit hard, as though every ounce of her energy was dragged out of her soul.
Klaus noticed her skin paling and worry settle dover him before he felt the same struggle. He muttered incoherently, trying to tell her it was okay but his mind went fuzzy but this time it wasn't due to pleasure.
He knew that the witches had completed their ritual but he hadn’t expected the effects to happen so quickly or be quite so intense. Unfortunately his thoughts were cut short when everything went dark.
It felt like days had passed when he woke again.
His head rang and his arms shifted to hold onto Y/n but she wasn't there.
Immediately he pushed himself up, ignoring the blaring ache throughout his muscles. His eyes were wide when he saw the familiarity of of his bedroom. Relief flooded him before the confusion and the worry.
"Y/N!" He yelled, his throat raw. Elijah appeared in the doorway, rushing over to his brother.
"Niklaus-" He spoke, voice clear as he put his hands on the hybrids shoulders. "It's alright- we got the coven, the majority are dead. We kept the leaders back for you to deal with and-"
"We have to go back right now!" Klaus told him, eyes wide. "Y/n's still there, tell me you didn't hurt her-" He yelled before a throat cleared and Klaus pushed Elijah out of the way.
Y/n was stood slightly behind Hayley, dressed properly for the first time in weeks and looking up at him with a tired but genuine smile.
He took fast strides before pulling her into his chest and smelling her now clean hair. He looked ahead of him and smiled when Rebekah came into view with Hope on her hip.
Y/n pulled away so that Klaus could hold his daughter and she rubbed her eyes. Hayley placed a gentle arm on Y/n's shoulder and gave her a smile.
"Welcome to the family" She told her, a lighthearted tone to her voice in hopes of keeping the positive energy of their rescue alive rather than the haunting memories of their time in the room.
Summary: Klaus meets a witch who can use power like no other. Now he has to figure out how to keep her loyal to him without being able offer what they both truly want.
Y/N considered herself a more traditional witch. She enjoyed people calling her a witch, saying she dressed funny. Calling her a stereotype. She fed into it, letting them get so wrapped up into their own minds that they didn’t truly believe she was a witch, just a girl with a silly fantasy.
But Klaus was curious form the first mention of her. He’d been in a local bar when someone muttered: “stupid witch.”
He turned around curiously, his eyes finding her quickly. Klaus couldn’t help but smirk to himself at the sight of her. The blood coloured bra that peeked out over the top of her long black dress. Boots hidden beneath the skirt and rings lining her skinny fingers. A soft chuckle left him at the rosary around her neck, a healing crystal hanging just above. All she needed was a pointed hat and Klaus would have thought it was Halloween.
She came to the bar, right beside him. Klaus tilted his head back to look up at her, though his eyes soon drifted down, admiring her body. The skirt flowed but the waist and bust was fitted. The cross swung gently against her breasts as she leant against the bar top.
“I’ll pay for whatever she’s having.” He nodded to the bartender and Y/N glanced his way. She glanced him down only once before her brows furrowed.
“Hello.” She said simply and he chuckled.
“Hello.” He raised a brow and pulled the stool beside him closer for her to sit. Without fuss she sat down and accepted her drink, taking it into her hands. Klaus smiled at the nail varnish that matched her brassiere.
“What do you want?” She asked and he scoffed lightly.
“Excuse me?”
“What do you want?” She asked again, more annoyed this time and he frowned.
“Can’t I buy a pretty girl a drink?” He questioned and she rolled her eyes. Klaus scoffed again, confused by her demeanour. “Well, if we’re being blunt, love, I’d like to take you back to my hotel, strip you naked and-“
“Oh- fuck okay!” Y/N nearly spat out her drink and Klaus folded his arms. “Gods…I thought you wanted like a spell or something.” She muttered and he blinked at her.
“Well, I can keep you in mind for those too.” Klaus shrugged, a smile pulling back at his mouth. He glanced off for a second before he became confused again. “Do you know who I am?” He suddenly realised and she smiled sweetly back at him.
“Maybe.”
“That’s why you assumed…how did you know? You haven’t even touched me yet.” He frowned and she shrugged.
“You have the look.”
“You’re one to talk.” He chuckled and she smiled.
“I suppose you’re right.”
Klaus was charmed by her lack of secrecy over the supernatural. He found amusement in how she tried to tell the other locals that Klaus was a vampire trying to become a hybrid. Their faces were priceless, many told her she should go to a mental hospital and yet if only they knew how un-crazy she was.
“So, which hotel are you staying at?” She asked, when the bar began to close and he paid their combined bill. “Not the one in town, I assume. It’s a little…well it’s little.” She laughed and he smiled, tucking his wallet back into his jean pocket.
“I’m staying in the city, thirty minutes or so away.” He nodded and Y/N furrows her brows.
“And you came all the way out here to drink?” She asks and hummed.
“It’s quiet here. I prefer it that way, instead of people dancing all over each other.” He chuckled and Y/N looked at him playfully.
“And yet you still immediately told me that you wanted to sleep with me. Seems like that kind of bar might’ve been your scene.” She jabbed and he rolled his eyes.
“Mm, but I got to talk to you. I know you better now,”
“And?” She questioned.
“And I definitely want to sleep with you.” He grinned and she laughed.
“Well the cities a whole lot further than my house, so…” she trailed and Klaus didn’t need her to say anything else.
He drove them just down the road, stopping outside the house she claimed as hers. He stared at it for a moment. Red paint had been thrown at it, the letters ‘WITCH’ spelled out across the magnolia walls. Smashed pumpkins across her lawn. He frowned and glanced at her.
“It’s a little dramatic, don’t you think?” She muttered and he looked back again. “Don’t worry. They only did it yesterday so they wont be back until I clean it up.” She undid her seatbelt. “I promise no pumpkin will get on your dick.” She teased before getting out the car.
Klaus followed her, his jaw clenching when he saw one of her downstairs windows smashed, the hole covered with cardboard and duct tape. He knew it didn’t bother her, or at least she didn’t act like it did, but he didn’t like it.
She unlocked the door and stepped inside, taking his hand to pull him in when he hesitated. Klaus pushed the door closed, being encased in darkness for no more than second before hundreds of candles lit up the house. He looked around, finding them everywhere, all around the edge of the floor, on the table, all shelves. It was beautiful.
“It’s cheaper than electricity and they generate warmth too.” She nodded and headed through to her kitchen. “Wine?” She called.
“Please.” He agreed and she poured him a glass. He continued to snoop a little. He looked over the rest of the shelves quietly, noting the exhausting amount of spell books. His head snapped up the second he smelt blood and he frowned. “Y/N?” He yelled, finding himself rushing to the kitchen only to see her wiping fresh blood from her hand and heeling her herself.
“Yeah?” She turned, looking at him with a smile. “I thought you’d like some in your wine.” She handed it to him and accepted it. “I don’t really like it when vampires take it from the vein so…”
“You didn’t have to.” He murmured, though he drank it down eagerly. “No vervain?” He questioned and her head shook.
“I don’t need it.” She shrugged. “If you try to bite me, I’ll just shock you. And if you try to compel me, I’ve learnt to resist it.”
“Still, it’s best to have it in your blood. Just incase.” He frowned, and she tilted her head.
“You worried about me? We only just met, remember? Besides, you’re supposed to be all evil and stuff.” She smiled and brushed past him, her hand grazing his chest making him follow her without a thought. Y/N laughed softly as she ran up the stairs, feeling him right behind her.
Klaus wrapped his arms around her waist, spinning her around and hearing her squeal before stumbling into the closest room with her. He tossed her onto the bed, but she grabbed his shirt, pulling him down on top of her. He chuckled and looked around, candle light there too. Fabrics were everywhere, more spells pages too.
“Christ, love.” He mumbled. “This must be a full time job.”
“Well I work at a restaurant as a waitress too.” Y/N smiled but he didn’t like that.
“A waitress?” He scoffed and she glared slightly.
“Problem?”
“No, no love, sorry.” Klaus cleared his throat and looked back down at her. Her eyes narrowed at him and he finally paid some attention to her face. The sleek black eyeliner that highlighted her eyes. The sharpness of her eyebrows, the redness of her lips. “You must make a lovely waitress.” He murmured, picturing her in a little uniform and smiling.
“Well, I get tipped pretty well so” she winked and he hummed. His eyes glanced at her cleavage, that definitely helped. Her forefinger and thumb took his chin, tilting his face back to hers. “You’re looking and I haven’t even taken anything off.” She whispered and he felt his fangs extend with excitement. “Put those away.” She smiled as she reached down and pull her bra off under her dress, pinging it at his face with a laugh.
Klaus let out a playful growl and clutched it in his hand. “I’ll be keeping this.” He muttered, tucking it away somewhere before pulling her dress over her arms and head. Klaus wetted his lips, looking down at her breasts. Her nails raked through his hair and scratched his face gently.
“You act like you’ve never seen a woman before.” She whispered, amused.
“I’ve seen millions.” He mumbled back, though his gaze didn’t falter. Y/N reached down, tugging his Henley off too and scratching down his chest to watch his body shudder.
“Why are you getting shy now?” She purred, dragging her nails down to the top of his jeans.
“I’m not…” he muttered, his eyes closing slightly when she undid the button and pushed the zip down. Klaus groaned, his hips thrusting forward when her hand snuck into his boxers. Her palm was warm, touch firm as she stroked him. He heard her hum before his back hit something soft. His eyes opened, seeing her over him now. Her hand teasing him until his back was arched like a cat.
“You’re nothing like I thought.” She whispered, and Klaus looked at her. He tried to think properly but her touch made his mind fuzzy. A moan left him and he felt his face go red at the sound. “What happened to stripping me naked and-“
“Shut up.” He mumbled out, “fuck…just-“ his hands reached for her wrist, pulling her grip away from his cock. He looked down, about to push his trousers off, but they were already gone.
“Magic, remember?” She smiled and cupped his face. “You okay?”
“Yeah…” he looked back at her. She was like pure magic. “Where…” he looked around, seeing his clothes folded onto a chair across the room. Klaus blinked, he hadn’t encountered power like this in a long time. Especially not tamed power. She seemed to have complete control and he could feel her taking his control too. He just couldn’t tell if she was doing in on purpose or not. But when she stroked his face again, and he felt himself weaken he clenched his jaw and grabbed both her wrists, pinning them above her head. “Stop that.” He snapped and she grinned.
“Why? It’s fun.” She giggled, squealing when he flipped her onto her back again.
“It’s infuriating.” Klaus whispered and she laughed.
“Don’t you like it? When you take people’s power.”
A stupid question. Of course he did. But he didn’t like it being taken from him. His eyes narrowed.
“You’re dangerous.”
“So are you.” She countered, a scoff leaving her as she sat up and grabbed the blankets, pulling them over her. “You’re not as fun as I hoped. I figured you’d at least be good in the sheets.” She joked though the amusement wasn’t there as she hid herself away. Klaus felt himself at a loss. He wouldn’t apologise. It was her who had been in the wrong; controlling him. But he also knew she would be the most valuable living thing he could lose. And he’d offended her. Embarrassed her.
Klaus looked at her. Her face pink, her arms around herself, eyes glossy.
“Love…” he mumbled, his hand running through his hair. He sighed and settled beside her, wrapping his arm around herself side. She pulled her knees up to her chest and glared down at the bed.
“Did I do it wrong?” She whispered and he frowned. “Did I grab it too hard?”
“No…” he breathed out, a soft laugh almost leaving him. He looked at her, confused before he seemed to realise. She was outcasted. People literally threw things at her house. Everyone in the bar looked at her like she was a freak. He was probably the first to want to talk to her, touch her.
“I promise not to take any more.” She mumbled, her hands rubbing up the sides of her arms as if trying to comfort herself. Klaus took over, caressing her gently.
In many ways, this was mess. But for Klaus, this was also an ideal situation. A very powerful witch, with a very big insecurity and therefore weakness to exploit. It was unusual for him, but he stayed there and looked after her until she fell asleep. He packed her things up and helped her move.
“Nobody will pick on you here.” He promised, setting her up in one of his mansions stashed away somewhere.
“There’s nothing for miles.” She mumbled and he hummed.
“Exactly. You can stay in: study, paint, play an instrument, garden or whatever for as long as you like.”
“And what do you want in return?” She asked and Klaus felt a grin pull at his lips.
“You to be ready for when I need you.” He answered somewhat vaguely. Y/N stared at him, her gaze unreadable before she looked back at the big house.
“You never actually liked me did you?” She asked, not bringing her gaze back to him. “You planned to use me like this the whole time.”
“No.” Klaus answered, and his words were true. “You’re gorgeous, and when I met you I didn’t realise you were actually a witch until you mentioned the spell. I wanted you and I enjoyed the way you touched me. I enjoyed it so much that you made me feel unstable.” He explained to her, his voice steady and firm. “One day, I’ll be ready to face your power. It’s just not today.”
“Maybe when you break your curse?” She wondered and he hummed.
“Perhaps.”
So he kept her away on standby. He would call her each day, make sure she was still there and happy. And she was. Klaus realised that when he met her, she was just an excited girl who thought she’d finally made a friend, someone who took interest in her. In some strange way, he was that friend.
He’d go over to the house when he needed her magic. He would walk in, past all the candles and up the stairs. Y/N had taken to painting. Klaus admired it often, he’d come up behind her and watch quietly.
“It’s late.” She whispered and he sighed softly. She was in pajamas, paint all over.
“I know…” he gently took the brush out of her hand. Y/N turned to face him, she still didn’t like looking him in the eye anymore. Klaus caressed her face gently, she truly was beautiful. “It’s just a little spell I need.” He murmured, leaning down to kiss her forehead.
“Okay.”
She would always say okay.
Whether it was the tiniest of tasks or a spell that nearly drained the life out of her. Klaus could never anticipate how much power some spells could cost.
Once, she completely collapsed and seized on the floor. Klaus was on his hands and knees, unsure what to do, calling out desperately. When her body relaxed and she went limp, he let out a breath and hugged her body to him. Klaus couldn’t believe the feel of a tear on his cheek as he pressed his ear to her chest to feel her heart beat.
“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He mumbled, kissing her skin gently.
It was from that moment that he realised he didn’t want her to die. That he cared about her. Klaus couldn’t let anyone else know that or she’d be used to exploit him instead.
Which is why he didn’t bring her to Mystic Falls to start off with.
“But I want to help break the curse.” She whimpered, and he sighed softly. He pulled her closer on the couch and kept his arm around her waist.
“The doppelgänger has two vampires who are very keen to keep her alive. I need a backup everything incase they all die. I’m not putting you out on the front when I know you could die.” He explained, keeping his voice firm.
“Where will you go after?” She asked quietly.
“I’ll need to look for werewolves to make hybrids.” He mumbled, looking down at her sad face. “I’ll make sure to visit you before and after, okay?”
“Will it be months?” She asked and he sighed because of course it would be.
Klaus didn’t say yes, instead he just nuzzled her gently. His fingers caressed her face and leaned down to press a soft kiss to her mouth. Y/N’s eyes fell closed and he held her close. She melted easily under his affectionate, he knew how badly she wanted it. When he pulled away she was already tugging his shirt to bring him back. But kisses always escalated, he’d always end up with her legs around his hip. Each time, whether she meant to or not, she’d start to feed off him and he would have to stop.
“Love…” he mumbled, his body suddenly exhausted.
“I’m sorry.” She sniffed, helping him lay down as she tried to give it back but it never worked. It only happened when he touched her like that. He knew she couldn’t control it, but he also knew he could pass out if he let her do it.
“S’okay.” He slurred and she whined, trying to make it better.
By morning he would be fine and he’d give her just one kiss before leaving. Y/N would watch him leave from the window, disappointed in herself again. It was the only time she couldn’t control her magic.
And to haunted her.
By the time Klaus brought her to Mystic Falls, he had a bunch of people wanting him dead and all of his family being held captive.
“I thought it was dangerous to come here.” Y/N whimpered, holding his hand tight as he guided her into his mansion, making sure nobody saw them.
“You know I’ll keep you safe.” He murmured, cupping her face and resting his forehead to hers. “I just need you to help me, sweetheart. They have my mother in her coffin. If she somehow gets out, hell on earth will become literal.”
Y/N nodded and hugged him quietly. Klaus breathed in her scent for a moment before pulling back and smiling at her.
“Come, I’ll show you your room.” He led her upstairs and she frowned.
“We won’t share?” Y/N questioned, confused as whenever he came over he would sleep beside her.
“It’s just so you have your own space.” He explained, tugging her hand gently into her new room. “You can come sleep in my bed whenever you choose.”
And of course she did. He was the only human contact she knew. Klaus pulled her close, letting her nuzzle close until her power began to drain him. Sleep fell over him quickly. In the morning she was apologising but he had learnt not to get frustrated with her.
“It’s alright, love.” He murmured, kissing her head and sitting up beside her.
“Thought you might be able to resist it when you unlocked your wolf.” She whispered and he hummed softly.
“It’s just more energy for you to feed off.” He had concluded and she nodded quietly.
Within a few days she silently helped him get his family back. Upon Elijah’s return and instant attack on Niklaus, Y/N had him flung against the wall and bleeding from his eyes ears and mouth. It was only when Klaus came in front of her, hands on her arms.
“Love, Y/N. Let him go.” He murmured to her, voice gentle. “It’s just Elijah.” And within seconds, the suited original was gasping on the ground.
Klaus took the time to explain to Elijah after Y/N went to bed. There was a sense of unease through the elder brother, he was nervous about how she might react to his plan to wake his siblings. But still, he went on with it.
Not even Kol managed to touch Klaus when Y/N was in the house. Rebekah loved her and found her frustrating at the same time. Esther just moved with caution.
And then there was the ball.
“Has Niklaus asked you yet?” Esther asked and Y/N glanced her way.
“No.” She answered quietly. “He’s taking someone else.” And Esther knew she had found a sore spot.
“Now why would he do that?” She tilted her head and Y/N glared.
“Why not? I’m not his girlfriend, I’m his witch.” She snapped and left. Klaus had assured her that it was all part of a plan. He needed someone in that group to think he had a soft spot. And as much as Y/N tried to nod along, she couldn’t help but cry a little when she watched from the terrace as he held another woman so close.
After a little while, she came down. Dressed in a long black dress, low cut and a slit up to her thigh. Klaus hadn’t been looking but the sound of her laugh made his head turn. Caroline was quickly disregarded when he saw Y/N talking with Damon. Damon’s hands were broken and Y/N was swiftly taken back to his room.
“I told you to stay here.” He sighed, brows pinched and jaw tense.
“I wanted to have fun.” She whispered and he pulled her close why the waist.
“You wouldn’t like it. And if you did, you’d end up siphoning off of everyone and ruining-“ he cut himself off, his eyes closing as he realised his wording. Y/N was just quiet. “I don’t want people to hurt you. If you siphon them, they will see you as a threat.”
She didn’t say much for a few days. Even after saving him from his mother’s wrath, even when he laid in her bed and kissed her face. Klaus knew he’d struck a nerve, said the wrong thing at the wrong time but it wasn’t like he could go back in time to fix it.
“When can I go back to my house?” She asked one evening and he frowned.
“You want to go back?” He questioned and she shrugged. Klaus only held her tighter and refused to say any more.
Y/N was too powerful. If she were anyone else, Klaus would have eliminated her but instead he’d been able to use her. But Klaus was stupid, he knew his behaviour was making her think, making her frustrated with him. She’d turn on him before he knew it if he didn’t do something soon.
So he put on his charming act and made her dinner, gifted her an ancient amulet he’d collected centuries ago and kissed her deeply in front of the fire place.
When the flames roared, he didn’t pull away. Klaus didn’t protest when she siphoned, he just leaned on her more. Y/N was a powerful mess. The curtains were aflame, the room hot and bright as she rubbed against him. Klaus urged her onto him.
“Take it, love.” He whispered, voice weak as he helped her hips over his. His eyes shined gold as her tight heat gripped his length. She was full of energy, his energy. Klaus could barely form a thought as he held onto her, trying to help guide her until she was a mess.
Klaus had never felt anything like it. His body twitched and shook, his eyes heavy as he tried to watch her. But soon enough, he was out like a light.
Y/N came to a worried halt and only then did she realise the way the fire burned their skin. She calmed it down and used her magic to lay Klaus in his bed before locking herself away in her own room. Her face in her knees and hands tugging her hair as she cried.
She couldn’t be with Klaus, she’d end up draining him; killing him.
When Klaus woke, he knew that too.
Now he had to decide whether she would be his friend or foe.
(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.
Summary: Klaus takes an interest in an impossibly inexperienced girl. She couldn’t even tell him what was what. Slowly he makes her his and realises that he’s hers too.
Y/N wasn’t Klaus’s usual type. Not in a while anyways. In the more modern years he had taken favour to more outgoing and strong willed women. He enjoyed a little fire to rile him up. But something about her shyness and innocence reminded him of women from a different time.
The gentleness of her, the long dresses she wore to keep herself covered and hidden from everyone’s view. Sometimes he admired it, other times it frustrated him. So did her shyness.
Klaus had needed to become her friend first. She wasn’t looking for a boyfriend or whatever else, though Klaus knew he could change that.
For the time being he entertained the friend idea. He was careful to be slow, he knew that she would get overwhelmed easily. Sometimes just holding his hand made her skin flush and her eyes dart all over the place. Occasionally he would even start to smell the sweetness of her begin to radiate from arousal. She got wet so easily. He wondered if she even knew what it meant.
When he went to her house, she’d let him go anywhere except her room. Klaus didn’t question it but occasionally when she was busy with something he would slip off to go look. Admittedly he was slightly amused the first time he saw the pink bedding and old teddy collocation spread across a couch in the corner b it the longer he took the room in, the more adorable he found it. Especially when he saw that he featured on her wall of photographs with her friends and family.
Klaus enjoyed being in her home. She wanted to cook for him, bake too. Often he’d convince her to let him help. Y/N would pass him things to rub into the meat or add to the pot. It had been a long time since had actually enjoyed a meal. Usually he only ate to fill time or to appear a little more normal but he could taste her passion and her love with each bite. It became special, intimate even, being sat at the dinner table together. It was another formality he hadn’t entertained in a long time.
Y/N was just entirely human. So human it made him feel human. No idea what he was and Klaus thought even if she did know, she’d probably tell him it would be okay and ask if he needed anything. Sometimes he would just admire her, knowing she’d never suspect him of anything dangerous or cruel.
Even when his intentions become more dark or demanding, she never considered it might be anything other than innocent.
His hands could brush over her breast when he snuggled her close on the sofa, and she’d arch a little instinctively but otherwise just smile and get comfortable, blissfully unaware.
After some time Klaus was pretty sure they were in a relationship…just without kissing and stuff. She always pulled away when he got too close, eyes down and face pink. Klaus would withhold a groan and instead kiss the top of her head. Still, he thought it was obvious they had feelings for each other and they were together. He was over all the time and they’d been out for breakfast, lunch, dinners, walks, day trips. At the very least they were dating. Or he thought so.
Apparently Y/N still thought they were friends.
Klaus had slept on the couch the night before and woke up to hearing Y/N on the phone on her room.
“Klaus stayed the night…no, why would he have slept in my room? He’s in the lounge.” She told her friend and Klaus focused his hearing. “He’s not my boyfriend.” He could hear the giggle in her voice and it made his teeth grind slightly. “We’re friends.”
Klaus chose it was time to intervene. He knocked against the wood of her door and heard her quickly hang up before opening it just a crack.
“Sorry…I’ll be down now. Just gotta get dressed.” She smiled sweetly, trying to hide her body but Klaus could see the oversized shirt barely covering her legs. Her nipples pushed against the fabric as she tried to shift out of site.
“That’s alright, Love. I thought I could hear you, thought I’d check you were okay.” He smiled and she returned it.
“I am.” Her head nodded. “You can get yourself something to drink while I change.”
By the time she came down he’d made them both a coffee. Soon enough they were making breakfast together.
Klaus couldn’t believe she still thought they were friends. His hands slipped over her hips and waist casually so many times and she thought it was friendly? The flowers? The chocolates?
He couldn’t help but glare at her slightly, not meaning to be angry with her but unable to show signs.
“Something wrong?” She asked, glancing behind her to check what he was looking at.
“No, no. Nothing.” His head shook and he forced a smile.
But he kept thinking about it. Especially when he had her say on his lap, his hands rubbing her side slowly. Titanic on the TV and a tray of snacks on the coffee table. She rest her head against his shoulder, munching away on a cookie.
His eyes drift down to look at her, and down at her cleavage every now and then. Occasionally she glanced up and smiled, pushing closer and feeding him a piece of popcorn. And yet somehow she thought this was just friendly?
Klaus couldn’t help himself. His hand cupped her face, turning her head to press his mouth to hers. She tried to pull away but he kept her still, within a few seconds she relaxed and let her lips mold against his. He dropped his hands to hers waist, smiling against her mouth when her hands began reaching for his shirt and wrapping around his neck. His tongue tried to part her lips but she shied away again, tucking her head under his chin. Klaus nuzzled her, kissing her head and down her neck.
Y/N squirmed, her skin prickling with goosebumps and fingers curled into his shirt. A little squeal left her when he sucked the skin of her neck, her body tensing and relaxing. Klaus grinned against her skin and reached his hand down to go up under her dress but she jumped a mile and clamped her legs closed.
“What- what’re you doing?” She whimpered, looking up at him confused and unsure. Klaus kissed her neck one final time and placed his hand on top of her skirt instead.
“Sorry, love. I got carried away.” He smiled sheepishly and she slowly relaxed back against him. His hand stroked her side gently and he kissed her cheek. “Thought you’d enjoy it.”
“I…I did.” She blushed, resting her head down on his shoulder again. “But why would I like your hand in my skirt?” He could hear the absurdity in her voice and it puzzled him for a moment.
“You…” he blinked and leaned back to look down at her, encouraging her to look up at him. “You know.” He mumbled and she frowned.
“I know what?”
“Sex.” He stated and her brows furrowed deeper.
“What?”
And that’s when everything seemed to zero down for him. He went quiet and contemplated what to say next.
“Sex…when two people connect.” He cleared his throat and she smiled.
“Like us now?”
“No…not yet.” His head shook. “It’s…you have a little hole here, hm?” He tapped her skirt where her pussy would be beneath. “And I have something instead, a cock, that goes inside. That’s how we connect.” He explained simply and she blinked at him.
“Then why would you put your hands there?” She asked, moving to face him to listen properly.
“Well…you also have a little…uh button. If I touch it, it makes you feel nice and warm and excited so that your little hole starts getting wet for my cock to go inside.”
“Oh.” She blinked and glanced down at his pants. “A cock?” The word on her tongue made his loins stir.
“Yes, love.”
It fascinated Klaus how she could possibly be so clueless. One would have to actively avoid finding out these things in modern day.
“So…people do it for fun?” She tilted her head and he nodded.
“And to connect, on a new level. It’s very intimate, for people who love each other.” He smiled and nuzzled her cheek. Klaus couldn’t have her thinking she should go off and do this with any of her friends for fun. Just him. Her cheeks blushed at the word love and she looked to his lips shyly. Klaus pressed his to hers as soon as he felt her gaze shift. Y/N broke away after a moment and settled back against the couch.
“Where is the button?” She asked curiously and Klaus’s thoughts darkened.
“Come here, I’ll show you.”
Soon enough she was sat against him, back to his chest and legs open. Her bunched up her skirt and groaned softly at the conservative white pair of panties. She looked up at him confused but he only kissed her mouth before carefully pulling them down to hers knees. His fingers gently spread her open, her little clit already perked.
“See that, love?” He murmured into her ear and she nodded. His finger shook slightly with anticipation as he lifted it to his mouth, wetting it before rubbing her clit slowly. Her breath hitched at the touch and her legs moved wider. “Feel nice and warm?” He mumbled. “Getting excited?” The wetness forming told him enough but seeing her nod quickly was the confirmation he wanted.
Just the one finger rubbed little circles over the bud, his other hand holding onto hers as she squeezed him every time the pleasure built. Her breathing would get heavy and the needy little “ah- ah- ah-“ would come out. Slick pussy trying to grind on him quicker but Klaus kept control.
After a little while he pulled his hand away and sucked the taste from his finger tip. She hadn’t come yet but was already exhausted from the little pleasure he’d shown her. Klaus kissed her temple and closed her legs.
“You’re so sweet, love.” He praised, holding her close to him and just basking in her purity. Not a single ill intention about her.
After that, Klaus made it very clear to her that they were together and he was not just her friend anymore. In fact he made sure that she told her actual friends that so that he knew people knew. He even met some of them. It was obvious they were slightly uncomfortable with Y/N being in his lap the whole time, his hands on her thighs and her asking him for things before she got them but Klaus hadn’t told her to do any of that. He couldn’t have cared if she got a slice of cake or not, she just asked anyway. When he went to the bathroom they interrogated her.
“Does he hurt you, Y/N?” One of them asked and Y/N frowned.
“What? Of course not.” The words were confused and alarmed. “No, he’s soft and he makes me feel good.” She corrected and they stared at her unsure.
“Last week he was just a friend…now he’s like a territorial animal.” Her friend deadpanned. “Has he…touched you somewhere…?”
“He’s allowed to touch me.” Y/N snapped, her eyes welling up with an embarrassment, confusion and protectiveness.
Eventually she made them leave. Klaus came back in once they were gone, having listened to the entire conversation. He knew this meant he’d have her all to himself. She cried into his chest for hours, needing his comfort and his touch.
Klaus would reach into her soft panties whenever she needed it. Just the pads of his fingers on her clit until she felt better. She loved it so much that she tried to do it herself. Klaus had woken up in the night, finding her all sweaty beside him and rubbing at her swollen clit until it hurt.
“Shh, Y/N, love come here. Oh, sweetheart.” He pushed her legs closed and sucked the taste from her fingers. “You shouldn’t do that without asking. You could hurt yourself, you don’t know what you’re doing yet.”
“I’m sorry.” She whimpered and he shushed her softly.
“Im not angry, love. Just don’t want you in any pain, especially there.”
So if she ever felt like she needed to be played with, she came and asked him. Or text him.
The first time he got a text almost threw him. He was out with Marcel, for a moment he thought Y/N was just teasing but she sent a photo of her pussy all swollen and wet. Without thinking, Klaus was up and out. He burst through the doors and pinned her to the bed, rubbing his crotch against her bare cunt whilst she moaned and whined.
“You- you shouldn’t ever send a photo like that to anybody else- not ever!” He commanded, though there was no inkling of threat or anger in his tone, just need. Her head shook and she held onto him tightly.
“Just- just felt really needy again.” She whimpered and he nodded knowingly. Recently she’d gotten much more sensitive. The more he touched her, the more she craved. “Didn’t know what to do.”
“You did the right thing.” He nodded. “Just wasn’t expecting visual confirmation.” He teased and she smiled back shyly.
She glanced away but her gaze drifted down his body and she tilted her head. “Is that…where your cock is?” She whispered when she saw something sticking up in his trousers.
“Yes, love.” He groaned and thrust against her, unable to help himself.
“Can I see yet?” She asked shyly. Klaus hadn’t let her have a look. He knew if she saw then she’d want to touch and if she touched him, he wouldn’t be able to let her stop.
“Mmm…” he contemplated and she perked up.
“Please, please? I’ll be good.” She begged and it only made him ache more.
“Alright…” he breathed and reached for his zipper but she beat him to it. The eagerness was comical, especially since she had no idea what it was or what it was doing to him. Klaus could only watch as she grabbed his boxers and yanked them down. He grunted when his cock slapped against his stomach, he hadn’t realised how worked up the photo had gotten him.
“It’s…” she blinked at the sight. “Big. That’s meant to go in me?”
He laughed in response, a proper heart laugh. “Yes, love. It’ll fit in your pretty pussy, don’t worry. It’ll just be a little snug.” The smirk on his face would’ve scared most people but Y/N remained oblivious and just trusted his words.
“Okay…” she whispered and kept looking at it. Klaus watched the way her eyes light up, the curiosity and excitement shining through as she watched it twitch. She clenched her fists, fighting the urge to touch. Slowly her gaze drifted to his balls and she furrowed her brows. “Do they go in too?”
“No love.” He chuckled. “They’re full of something special and warm that comes out when I’m inside you.” He explained and reached out to caress her face gently. “You wanna touch?” He asked but her head shook making him chuckle softly and nod. Klaus could see the nerves on her and smiled. Instead he slipped his hand between her legs, rubbing gently again. She moaned and spread her legs out, head going back letting his other hand reach up to squeeze her throat teasingly. His thumb circled her clit rapidly, eyes watching her soft thighs start to shake. “Such a beautiful sight, aren’t you?” He murmured, shifting to lean down and lick over her little bud. The gasp that left her went straight to his dick and he had to close his eyes to hide the way they sparked gold. His tongue darted down to lap at her hole, causing her to whine and her fingers to curl into his hair. He hadn’t put anything inside her yet, as if he were too hesitant to stretch her open. But this time he couldn’t help but gently fuck her with his tongue, feeling the tight muscles flutter around him.
“Klaus…” she whimpered, her eyes full of tears as she got closer. The pleasure overwhelmed her and the hot tears seemed to slip down her cheeks as she came on his tongue. Klaus groaned and drank her up, taking his time before he lifted his head back up, her hands still held on making him smile.
Lovingly, he wiped the wet streaks off her face and kissed her forehead. “Good girl.” He praised softly. “You’re so perfect.”
Y/N nuzzled him gently for further comfort, laying with him a while before her eyes drift to where his cock lay hard and leaking against the sheets. Klaus’s eyes were closed, his head just above hers on the pillow. He wasn’t paying enough attention to realise what she was doing.
Both eyes flew open when her hand wrapped around his base though. He stared straight forward, making no noise and holding his breath. She stroked him slow and long, making his body resist the urge to fuck her soft hand.
“It’s all veiny.” She mumbled, curiosity still lacing her voice.
“Mhm…that’s-“ he gasped, his hips fucked when she pressed her thumb down on his head. “Fuck- love, love.” He grabbed her wrist and pulled her off.
“I’m sorry.” She whimpered and curled her knees into herself.
“Shh, it’s alright. I’m just…extra sensitive after seeing you looking all sexy.” He smiled and leaned down to kiss her knee. “The tips the most sensitive. See how red it’s getting?” He asked and she nodded. ”and the veins take the blood there, when pretty things like you excite me, the blood rushes here and makes me all hard and stiff, see?” He let her squeeze him.
“Is it soft sometimes?” She questioned and he nodded.
“I’ll let you see when it is, okay?” He muttered and she smiled. Klaus gently pushed her knees back down and open. His tongue darted to wet his lips and she squirmed.
“Again?” She whimpered and he chuckled, leaning down to bury his face back between her legs.
Klaus had no idea how he’d kept her away from everything. It was obvious that he was seeing someone. He was less moody, going out all the time, sleeping elsewhere and checking his phone constantly. His siblings weren’t fools. Elijah found it amusing how his brother would stare intently at his phone, waiting for his screen to light up with a message. None of them ever said anything though. Elijah had told Rebekah, Kol and Hayley to keep it to themselves and allow Niklaus to have something, someone that wasn’t involved just yet. It was clearly doing him some good and they didn’t need to drag everything down. Usually Klaus had done that himself by this point so if everything was still working, he must really like this girl.
And he did.
Y/N was someone who welcomed him come, gave him things, made things, loved everything he said and did. Klaus could give her a dirty stone and she’d put it on a shelf like a treasured ornament. He knew she’d never betray him, never hurt him. It was easy to fall in love with her.
She was so sweet, and curious. Too curious at times but it was always amusing.
“Is it soft now?” She asked impatiently but Klaus only groaned and shook his head. He felt like he’d been hard for weeks now. No matter how many times he’d fucked his own hand, or a couple times even her hand, he wouldn’t soften. “Why not?”
“Because, love, you’re still sat there looking like that.” He snapped, glaring at her body. It was entirely his own fault. Klaus had been buying the tiniest of dresses, mini skirts and low cut tops. He’d introduced her to thongs, promising they were comfortable whilst taking away her bras because they could hurt her.
His words made her whimper, eyes wet and looking down at herself. Klaus hadn’t meant to say it like that. He was just frustrated and horny. It wasn’t her fault he’d dressed her up.
“No, love, I’m sorry.” He quickly pulled her to his side and kissed her mouth. “I’m sorry. You’re gorgeous is all, it makes my body excited remember?”
“Do you want me to touch it again?” She sniffled and he smiled against her skin.
“That would be nice.” He murmured and kissed her cheek.
Y/N nodded and climbed on top of him on the couch to straddle his thighs whilst he pulled his cock out, stroking it himself a few times and hissing at the hypersensitivity.
“Mmh…take your skirt off sweetheart. I want to look at your pretty pussy.” He told her and she obeyed easily. The skirt was gone and then her thong. Klaus moaned and gripped her thighs, staring right at her cunt while her hands started to stroke him. He did his best to imagine that it was her pussy wrapped around his cock instead of her fingers but it just wasn’t quite enough. His head went back and his hips rutted up, cum squirting up through her hands making her smile. She kept rubbing slowly until he was finished but his dick still hadn’t softened.
“Should I do it again?” She asked softly but he shook his head.
“No thank you, love.” He murmured and rubbed her leg gently. “Come lay down.”
“But you’re all sticky.” She whined but Klaus just pulled her down against him anyway and she let him, melting into him regardless. His lips pressed to the top of her head, arms keeping her with him as he just took her in. Y/N moaned quietly into his neck when his fingers trailed down her ass. Her legs opened easily when he stroked her pussy, sliding his fingers back and forth before pushing one into her. The tightness made him groan, eyes closing at the mere thought of ever being able to fuck her. She still whimpered when he pushed two inside, her cunt still clamping like a vice no matter how often he fingered her.
After some thought he brought her a gift. Her brows furrowed when she opened the box.
“It’s…a cock?” She asked and he chuckled.
“Essentially yes.” He smiled and pulled the dildo out. It was smaller than he was but bigger than his fingers. “It’s just going to sit inside you for a little while, okay?” Klaus picked it up and let her hold it, feel it over. Soon enough he was spreading her legs and holding her hand while he pushed it in. “All alright, love?” He glanced up when she whimpered. Once she was settled he wrapped the duvet over her and kissed her face. “You’re so sweet.” He murmured, nuzzling her gently. He knew she would do anything he asked of her, even if he just wanted to fuck her there, she’d let him, but he wanted to slowly ease her open. Klaus couldn’t bear the thought of her tearing or hurting because of him. Besides he enjoyed knowing he was slowly taking her innocence away piece by piece.
He took great amusement in coming home and finding her bouncing on the toy inside her. She was whining away, hips rocking back and forth and hands squeezing the sheets of their bed. He leaned against the door frame watching, grinning to himself when she came and cried out for him.
Silently, he approached. Reaching around her to pull her back against him. The little moan of surprise only made him chuckle as he kissed the side of her neck and reached down to rub her clit. “Keep going, love.” He purred, sucking along her throat when she started riding again.
Klaus could feel his eyes shining as he pulled the toy out of her and pulled his own cock out from his pants. Y/N only stared in wonder at the bright gold rim around his pupils. Klaus wasn’t focused enough to realised she’d noticed as he pushed her down onto her back and pulled her legs up to his hips.
“Good girl…gonna be slow.” He mumbled, his fangs starting to extend in his mouth as he guided himself into her. Y/N lifted her hands to grab his face, holding him close and watching the veins scatter under his eyes as he filled her body. The sight distracted her from the sting before he began to move. Each thrust pulled a louder moan from her lips. “Fuck…” Klaus breathed, his muscles flexing with restraint.
“More?” She whispered and he nodded, holding her steady as he began to move quicker, feeling her pussy grip him tight. The pulsing made his wolf push forward. Klaus didn’t even realise the knot starting to swell at his base as his pace grew more and more brutal. The harsh slap of skin rang through his head until he couldn’t take it. Y/N cried out when he teeth sunk into her neck, the feel made her panic for only a minute before she heard him moan, his cock still filling her and his hand finding her clit easily.
Y/N held him tight, nails in his back as he took her. She was getting a little light headed from the blood loss, her body getting more and more sensitive.
“Klaus…” she whispered, her eyes fluttering when she came around him. He’d never known her to be so quiet through an orgasm, the lack of noise made his jaw release. His head lifted but his wolf still had control of his body. She moaned faintly when his knot locked inside her before she passed out completely.
The realisation hit in seconds. Klaus shook her gently, bit into his wrist and shoved it into her mouth. He couldn’t pull out, could hardly move at all. Eventually he just whined and held her protectively. It took hours for his knot to go down, but when it did he was finally soft.
Klaus was careful to clean her up, dress her in his clothes and settle her back into a clean bed. He couldn’t believe he’d bitten her. She was never supposed to be a victim of his bloodlust. Especially not her first time with him.
He was angry with himself and had to leave.
Y/N woke up alone and exhausted. Vampire blood often left humans tired, even after being out for however long, she was still drowsy when she got up and started looking for him.
Klaus rushed back when he saw three missed calls.
“Y/N!” He called, carrying a bag of hot food. “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry, I was getting-“ his words died when he saw her crying on the sofa. The marks from where he’s bitten her had healed into two scars, something he’d never seen happen after giving vampire blood. She should’ve healed without a trace. But she wasn’t crying because of that. It was because he’d gone.
“Where’d you go?” She sniffed, her nose red and eyes full of tears as he set the bag down and pulled her to him.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I didn’t know what to do…I didn’t mean to hurt you.” His thumb rubbed over the two little bite fang marks. “Thought I’d take a walk and go grab you something to eat to help you feel better, okay?” He set her down and opened the bag, pulling out a pizza and quickly trying to fix everything. Y/N could see the alarm on his face and could tell he didn’t mean to. Soon enough she was on his lap, back to his chest with him feeding her a slice.
After a little while she rubbed his arm and looked up at him. “Your eyes were golden.” She whispered and he swallowed thickly. “And you had red lines…” Her hand reached up to touch the skin of his under eyes. Klaus stared down at her, watching the wonder shine through her as she looked at him like he were the most fascinating creature in the world.
“Did it frighten you?” He asked, voice quiet.
“No.” Y/N’s head shook, “just…confused is all.” Her palms pressed to his cheek and she leaned up to kiss his mouth. “What was it?”
“It was…” he trailed, unsure for a second. “I’m not human.” He stated simply, hoping the bluntness would be easier like it had been in the past with her. “I’m a vampire, and a werewolf.” His throat cleared, his hands on his waist tightening a fraction. “But I never meant to bite you.” He whispered, holding her closer. “I wasn’t thinking at all.”
“It’s okay.” She told him, turning in his lap to hug his neck. “It felt nice.” Her words tickled his ear, his wolf preening. “Just wasn’t expecting it.” She smiled “and you took too much.” Her cheeks flushed and he nodded knowingly.
“I’m sorry.”
It was odd, her acceptance. No questions or fear. She just kept snuggling into him, glad he’d come back. His hand rubbed her back slowly, his grows furrowing as he hugged her close. It was nice, being loved and accepted no matter how he was.
“Just don’t leave again.” She whispered, closing her eyes. “Need you.”
And in that moment, Klaus realised that he needed her too.
Summary: Y/N meets both brothers at separate times. Though the circumstances might be dangerous, they make the situation all the more exciting. She can’t help but indulge in her desires and let them handle her however pleases them both.
Y/N had met Elijah first, being friends with Elena meant she was down on the list of names for him to protect. And he did protect her, keeping her away from the wolves and advising her away from the Salvatores.
Y/N was sweet to him, more than the others, so Elijah spent some time with her. Specifically, some time on top of her.
The hotel room he’d been staying in, was quickly scattered with her clothes too. She’d admire his different ties, pulling them from his neck slowly and holding out her wrists.
“Good girl.” He’d whispered, wrapping his tie across her and tightening them carefully. His eyes glanced up to hers, smiling when she nodded.
Y/N acted as a release for him, physically and emotionally. She’d whimper softly, hands above her head as he rocked against her, his forehead against hers.
None of her friends knew, and Elijah enjoyed how shyly she behaved in front of them. How anxious she was that he would reveal the true nature of their relationship.
Of course when Klaus turned up and daggered Elijah, Y/N was forced to move on. It just so happened that Klaus was the next person who piqued her interest.
He’d found her in a classroom during senior prank night. When she said her name, he immediately recognised it from when his brother had mentioned her. Specifically, he’d said he needed to see her after having followed his wolf around for three days.
Klaus pulled her to him, studying her quietly and letting out a small hum. “Do your friends know how…close you and dear Elijah were?” He breathed and she flushed, a whimper already leaving her. “No, of course not.” He hummed, cupping her face and brushing his lips over hers. “How about, I keep your little secret, so long as you do a little something for me?” He offered and she accepted easily, too scared of her friends’ judgement.
So Klaus had to find Elena and lure her to the gym for him.
A few days later at Homecoming, he made his way over. Y/N blushed as soon as she spotted him, but moved nowhere as he reached to tilt her head back to look up at him.
“Tell me, love, are they planning something?” He asked her and Y/N hesitated. “Tell me the truth, or I’ll tell yours.”
“Mikael isn’t really dead.” She revealed and he caressed her face.
“I suspected as such. Good girl.” He praised, a smirk tugging at his lips when he smelt her arousal at the phrase. Klaus leaned closer, sliding both his hands down to her waist. As if instinctively, she rest her palms against his shoulders and let him lead her to dance.
He left upon one of his hybrids calling. But as soon as the plan had failed and Mikael was killed, Y/N was plucked from the crowd.
Klaus had her down an alleyway, hushing her whines and pulling her dress up. “Quiet, love, or your friends will hear.” He warned, impressed at how quickly she fell silent, her eyes watching as he knelt before her. Her legs trembled in anticipation as he lifted her by both thighs, bringing them over his shoulders making her back push against the wall to keep herself upright. “Good girl.” He murmured, licking his lips when he tugged her underwear aside and watched her pussy leak in response.
Her whimpers were quiet, breathing laboured as she tried desperately not to make too much sound as his tongue delved into her. He licked up to her clit, sucking it gently into his mouth making her squirm and cry out. Her hand immediately covering her mouth as she worried someone would hear, know what she was doing and who it was with.
Klaus took great pride in watching her struggle against herself as she came against his tongue. He held her up when her legs failed to hold her. His hands on her hips as she tugged her dress back down to cover her thighs.
“That, love.” He whispered, walking her home as she stumbled. “Was a reward, for telling me the truth. Do you understand?” He asked and she nodded quickly. Klaus smiled to himself as he walked her up the porch, watching her fumble with her keys to open the door.
Y/N hesitated, looking up at him for some sort of reassurance before nodding her head again. “Do you want to come in?” Her invitation came out shakily and Klaus grinned as he accepted. His foot went over the barrier and Y/N’s heart pattered away nervously.
But those nerves slipped was once she was in her bed. Klaus felt his brows shoot up when she obediently held out her wrists. Quietly, he undid his belt and looped it around her, pulling it tight and guiding her arms over her head.
“Good girl” he praised, never tiring of her body’s immediate reaction. Klaus pulled her clothes apart, his attention turning to her breasts as she lay stretched out across her bed. He laid between her legs, feeling them wrap around him instantly, expecting him to thrust into her but he didn’t.
Instead his mouth latched to her nipple, teasing and taunting each bud until she was a whining mess. Red and purple marks were sucked across the swells and teeth marks were pressed into her right breast.
Klaus hummed softly, his hand stroking up and down her abdomen, his fingers circling the swollen nipples each time. Y/N was still whimpering, wondering silently why he hadn’t fucked her yet.
“You getting tired, love?” He mused his thumb slowly teasing her clit whilst bed breathing slowed.
“Uhuh” she whined, arching again when he rubbed her.
“Mm, but you haven’t even cum yet.” He sighed, the sound almost disappointed which made her tense just slightly and hesitantly shift to sit up, her wrists still secured together but now in her lap. Klaus hummed, glancing down at her sore tits and swollen pussy. Her eyes were glassy as she looked at him, as if distressed by the mere thought of disappointing him.
His lips twitched and he untied her hands, guiding her to turn around and refastening her wrists back together behind her back. Her cheek pressed to the mattress and Klaus pulled her hips up.
“That’s a good girl, arch again.” He directed, his hand coming down to slap her ass when she did so. Y/N moaned, her pussy clenching before he had even pushed inside her.
Klaus smacked the head of his cock against her entrance until she was whining for his to put it in. Eventually, he thrust into her.
Y/N was a mess as he pound into her, hips clapping against her ass and fingers digging into her sides. Her hands tugged at the belt making him chuckle and thrust harder, watching her struggle to keep control over herself as her sounds got louder and her body trembled more.
“You ready, love?” Klaus questioned, his cock hitting just the right spot particularly hard. Y/N only cried out, encouraging his movements until her body was limp. Klaus let out a hum of satisfaction as he pulled out of her, cumming against her ass.
He was pleasantly surprised when she shuffled into his lap, snuggling close and thanking him. Klaus rest quietly, letting her nuzzle close and press her face into his neck. He slid his hands down her back and undid his belt, letting her hands free. He caressed the irritated skin of her wrists and brought them to his lips, kissing them gently.
“You’ll stay?” She asked, looking up at him sweetly, shyly. Klaus narrowed his eyes just slightly, his hand lifting to cup her cheek.
“Elijah found a little gem here didn’t he.” He murmured, leaning down to press his mouth to hers. Y/N moaned, moving to fully straddle his lap. Klaus explored her mouth with his whilst his hands lifted her hips, guiding her back down onto his cock. She was tired, that he knew but he could also feel her dripping and clenching around him. “Good girl, you can do it.” He whispered, a lazy smirk on his face when she nodded, rocking her hips with a whine.
“Mmh” she breathed and Klaus hummed, looking down at her and seeing her eyes already looking back at him. Klaus chuckled and kissed her head, lifting his hips to meet hers, watching her mouth fall open as he thrust into her just right.
Klaus laid her down once he was finished. He watched her curl into her blanket and close her eyes. “Do you have…” he mumbled, looking through her drawers before pulling out a pack of sensitive wipes to clean her up. As he put them back, he spotted a photo frame and pulled it out.
His brow raised at the sight of her and Elijah, led in the very same bed. He studied the photo, his brother half asleep and shirtless, a sleepy smile on his face. Y/N in a similar state, the sheets up around her body and her hair all fluffy.
“Did you love my brother?” He questioned and Y/N glanced up. Her eyes drifted to the photo and she sat up to see it properly.
“I don’t think so.” Her head shook, “but he was nice.” She smiled and Klaus hummed. “I liked him.” She concluded, taking the photo from him and putting it back into her drawer.
“Mm” Klaus hummed, moving to lay down beside her. He let out a small laugh when she immediately moved to press against him. “Needy little thing, aren’t you?”
“No…” she mumbled, her face in his chest. Klaus only smiled and stayed through the night.
Klaus became a frequent visitor as he grew more frustrated over trying to find Stefan and his family. Y/N would tell him whatever she knew and Klaus would reward her for her information.
When Klaus finally got his coffins back, and Elijah was awake. He knew things weren’t going to be a simple as he’d perhaps imagined.
Elijah had turned up to Y/N’s, climbing the stairs with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
“Klaus?” She called and Elijah frowned, pausing at the stop as she came out of her room. “I thought you weren’t coming till later.” She sounded slightly flustered as she quickly came round the corner, only to look confused and then relieved when she saw Elijah. “You’re back!” She smiled and Elijah let out a soft breath when she hugged him.
“You thought I was Niklaus?” He questioned, though he still hugged her back.
“Yeah, he’s been around a lot.” She mumbled and he frowned.
“To do what?” He asked and she just giggled. Elijah felt his face harden but she didn’t realise, instead he was tugged into her room.
“Look, do you like it?” She asked, showing him the painting to at Klaus had made now hung up on her wall. “It’s abstract.” She smiled but Elijah could make out the faint streaks of their bodies. Niklaus was talented at having hidden images in his art but Elijah knew this one was more obvious than most.
His attention was shifted when she tugged his tie, looking up at him curiously.
“You’ve been sleeping with him?” He asked though he already knew the answer. Y/N frowned, not understanding why he was disappointed.
“It’s nothing serious.” She whispered, releasing his tie and fiddling with her fingers. “I didn’t think you’d be mad. I thought we were just…casual.” Her shoulders shrugged and Elijah’s jaw ticked.
“I’m not a very ‘casual’ person.” He muttered and she nodded quietly. “I’ll be telling Niklaus that he isn’t to see you again.”
“No- he’ll tell everyone.” She whispered and Elijah frowned.
“Tell everyone what?”
“About us and about him.” She whined. “Please, I can’t. My friends will hate me, Damon would kill me!” Her eyes grew wet, her face pink as she stressed out. Elijah cupped her face, his brows picked together as he looked at her.
“Niklaus has been blackmailing you?” He questioned and she hesitated. “Has he been forcing you to sleep with him?” His tone was lower, eyes darker. Y/N shook her head, not really sure. Technically, he’d been blackmailing her for information but she had been more than willing when it came to her bed.
“No, no, I liked it.” She quickly corrected him and Elijah felt both relieved and frustrated.
“Okay.” He whispered, rubbing his hand down his face with a sigh. “Alright, I’ll speak with him later. You need to stay inside okay? Where it’s safe for the next couple of days.” He instructed, his fingers threading through her hair gently.
“Has something else happened?” Her head tilted and Elijah smiled softly at her.
“It’s going to.”
Upon returning home, Klaus and Elijah ended up in an extremely physical fight. Everything was smashed, both brothers were battered and painted in each other’s blood. All for them to end up sat with two cups of tea on the table.
“I’m not going to stop seeing her just because you think you have some sort of claim over her.” Klaus scoffed and Elijah glared from where he was sat, slumped in his chair with werewolf venom pulsing up his arm.
“You just want her for information.” Elijah muttered and Klaus rolled his eyes.
“And what if I’ve grown fond of her?” Klaus countered, having a silent stare of with Elijah until the suited brother stood, ignoring the pain.
“The Salvatores will be over soon. We should get ready.”
Klaus healed him before the dinner and left swiftly after the stampede of his siblings and mother.
He stepped into Y/N’s room, finding her already fast asleep in her bed. Klaus glanced at his painting on the wall before sitting in the edge of her bed, opening her drawer for the photo of her and Elijah.
“What’re you doing?” Her voice asked, sleepy and quiet. Klaus cleared his throat and put it back, turning to see her.
“Nothing, love.” He leaned down to kiss her cheek. He grunted when her hand went to his thigh, his crotch. “No, love. Just here to see you.” He mumbled, taking her hand and lying down beside her.
“You never done that before.” She mumbled with a yawn and he hummed, pulling her close and closing his eyes.
“Go back to sleep.” He sighed, taking solace in her warmth and clingy nature.
In the morning, he was awoken to the sound of the door closing. His head lifted, arms holding her body closer as he listened. A scoff left him when Elijah appeared in the door way.
“What’re you doing here?” Klaus whispered, glancing down to check Y/N was still sleeping.
“What are you doing here?” Elijah countered, glaring at him before softening his gaze upon her.
There was a very quiet argument before Y/N groaned. “It’s too early!” She whined, curling closer to Klaus. “Just come to bed.” She mumbled and slowly, Elijah came to lay behind her, her back to his chest.
The three were quiet as she continued to rest, lying for another few hours before she stretched. Elijah could feel his teeth grind when he heard the wetness of her mouth against Klaus’s. In retaliation, his hand slid down to squeeze her ass. Y/N whined and arched, encouraging both brothers to touch her.
Klaus rolled her onto her back, growling faintly in his chest when Elijah pulled her legs apart. Y/N whimpered when her sleep shorts were tugged off, and her shirt was torn open.
Elijah’s fingers teased the skin of her thighs before his lips brushed her pussy, licking slowly as she whimpered.
At the same time, Klaus caressed her breasts, his thumbs sliding over her nipples until they began to harden. His lips attached to her, tongue circling the but whilst Elijah sucked at her clit gently.
Y/N had one hand in Elijah’s hair and the other in Klaus’s, encouraging both of them as her body began to respond to theirs.
Elijah pushed his fingers into her, making Klaus jealous when she cried out. He nipped her skin in response, his teeth leaving an imprint across her breast.
“Klaus-“ she whined, gasping when he bit her nipple lightly. Elijah curled his fingers, his tongue rolling over her clit as he stroked her spot. “Elijah!” She cried out and he grinned against her, moving his fingers faster. Klaus felt his eyes shift to gold when he nipped her again, his canines piercing her skin as she came against Elijah’s hand and mouth.
Klaus got ahold of her, pulling her away from his brother and hiking her legs up his hips.
“Niklaus-“ Elijah growled, grabbing her waist and tugging her away. Y/N whimpered as she was pulled between then, her limbs aching when she wriggled away from them both.
“You’re hurting me.” She whined and Elijah glared at Klaus who just scoffed and held his hand out.
“I’m sorry, love. Come here, good girl.” Klaus purred, watching her seek the comfort and settle back in his lap. Elijah narrowed his eyes, annoyed that his brother had figured out her praise kink. “I didn’t mean to hurt you” he whispered, kissing her cheek and neck as she closed her eyes.
“This is ridiculous.” Elijah huffed. “You killed me and stole my girl.” He snapped, grabbing Y/N and pulling him to her tightly. “Come here, dear. Didn’t I look after you while I was here?” He reminded and she nodded. He’d had food delivered even when he wasn’t with her, ran her baths and washed her hair. Elijah knew without asking that Klaus hadn’t been so generous. “And him, hm? All he’s done is forced you to tell him things and used your poor body like a toy.”
Elijah was crossing a dangerous line. Klaus felt his wolf rising, his features sharpening.
“Im sorry to break it to you Elijah, but she’s not yours. I’ve known her longer, and while you might’ve provided her with some relief, she hasn’t come begging you for your cock has she?” He snapped and Y/N blushed red, a whine on her lips that made Klaus’s smirk grow.
“Was just that one time-“ she whispered and he hummed, reaching his hand out to pinch her cheek.
“I know, love. But I’ll remember it forever.” He murmured back to her. “Do you feel like a toy with me?” He asked and her head shook making him offer a smug look to Elijah who only rolled his eyes.
“Can you guys stop it?” She sighed, rubbing her eyes and resting her back against Elijah’s chest. “I need to go again.” She whined glancing at Klaus who immediately looked down to her pussy. All puffy and wet.
Elijah blinked in surprise when Klaus moved over, pulling her onto his lap and letting her bounce on his dick without another word. “Good girl.” Klaus whispered against her, still glaring at Elijah who watched in slight fascination at Y/N. She went from a sweet, shy girl to a needy little thing. Sure, she’d enjoyed a lot of sex with him, but she’d not been so shameless as she was now.
He watched her face bury into Klaus’s neck, listening to her whines and moans and the loud squelch of her cunt with each movement. Klaus let his eyes flutter, his hands gripping her hips tight as he felt her clench down. “Such a good girl” he praised when she angled herself for his cock to hit her spot. Her legs shook and Klaus rolled her onto her back, her arms immediately going up over her head for his hand to hold her wrists down whilst he fucked her harder.
Elijah felt his mouth water, his own cock ache at the sight of her spread out and begging for it. When she came, he watched as she immediately moved to nuzzle Niklaus, desperate for affection as soon as he’d emptied himself into her.
His hand stroked over her face and hair, like one would a puppy. Elijah tilted his head, she’s been sweet before. Liked him to lay with her after, take his time to wipe her pussy but it seemed everything had amplified. She was more dependent on those things now. Elijah knew Klaus must’ve been with her at least once a day to make her so desperate all the time.
Klaus only grinned, encouraging her to lay on her stomach across his lap. His hands spread her ass cheeks, giving Elijah a look before the older brother moved to be behind her.
Y/N moaned, her fingers curling to squeeze Klaus’s hand when Elijah pushed into her from behind. Elijah groaned, lifting her hips up to penetrate her deeper. Klaus watched her face twist with pleasure whilst she nuzzled his abdomen.
Y/N whimpered with each thrust, her eyes big and glazed when she saw Klaus’s cock being stroked infront of her, his hand holding her head up. Elijah chuckled softly behind her, watching her mouth lazily engulf his brother’s cock whilst he gripped her flesh tight and pounded into her vigorously.
Klaus guided her head, his eyes watching the tears drip down her face as she cried out in pleasure around him. He could tell just from Elijah’s groan when she came, once, twice again. He pulled her mouth off him when Elijah finished inside her.
Klaus felt a pang of jealously when she turned to Elijah for snuggles. But he knew it wasn’t personal, it was somehow instinctual. So after a minute, he called her back over.
Elijah was increasingly impressed as she went back and forth between them both. Her body trembling and pussy covered in all of their cum as she tried to crawl back to him one more time.
“Shh” he whispered, wrapping her in his arms and letting her head rest against his chest. “I think that’s enough…” he smiled, stroking her face gently. “You’ve done very well.”
Klaus groaned quietly and slid his fingers back down her pussy, stroking her swollen clit as she whined.
“Niklaus…she’s spent.” Elijah huffed but Klaus shook his head.
“Look at her, just one more love.” He push two fingers in, his thumb playing with her jewel until she came one more time. This time her body was limp, her eyes already half closed and Klaus threw the blanket over her and Elijah.
“Mother was looking for you.” Elijah informed Klaus as he relaxed against the headboard.
“I’m sure. Well, we can both get home in an hour or so.” He shrugged and Elijah narrowed his eyes. “You didn’t think I’d leave you alone with her, did you?” Klaus laughed softly and Elijah hummed in acknowledgment but not acceptance.
Eventually, they were both dressed and Y/N was kissed goodbye.
When Esther announced that they would be having a ball, the brothers let out a sigh of frustration and looked to each other.
Y/N arrived a little late, anxious and unsure as she saw Stefan, Damon, Elena and Caroline in a little gathering. She took a step backwards but Elijah’s hand caught her back, pushing her forward.
“Don’t be so scared, Y/N. You should know by now that neither of us plan to reveal your secret.” He smiled, taking her hand and leading her to dance. She was a little shaky in his hold but leaned into him regardless.
“Where’s Klaus?” She asked, looking around and Elijah sighed before spinning her into his chest.
“He’s lurking, I’m sure.” He mused, holding her close. “Perhaps I’ll be able to steal you for a minute before he can snatch you back up.”
Y/N titled her head up to him with a smile.
Soon Elijah had her hidden in the living room, door locked shut whilst he had her on the couch, her dress bunched up as much as he could so that he could get inside her.
“Lijah…” she panted, her wrists restrained with his tie once again as he thrust into her eagerly. Arms up, back arched. Y/N was in a state of complete ecstasy.
“Shh, good girl, not too loud now.” He praised, feeling her clamp down and watching her eyes squeeze shut as she came. His hand held her face, letting her nuzzle into his skin whilst he thrust quickly into her, his mouth opening in a silent groan when he spurted inside her.
Elijah lifted her back up, fixing her dress and her hair before opening the door. Klaus was stood right outside and quick obviously furious. Elijah swallowed thickly when Klaus pulled Y/N to him, his hands grabbing her face and looking at her hazy eyes.
“You can’t just give her a quick fuck.” He snapped and Elijah glared in an attempt to make him shut up.
“Mmmh” she nuzzled Klaus, her hands sliding up his chest in search for affection and touch. His arms went round her, holding her quietly whilst he glared at Elijah.
“Get her upstairs.” Klaus muttered, carefully untangling himself and giving her back to Elijah.
Within five minutes the three of them were in Klaus’s room, Y/N quietly begging for more whilst Klaus warned Elijah not to do that again.
“She grown much needier than when you first took her.” He muttered, stroking her hair as she pushed herself onto his lap. “One orgasm isn’t enough, is it love?” He questioned and Y/N moaned, tugging his pants eagerly.
“You’ve turned her into a whore?” Elijah scoffed and Y/N whined, the sound offended rather than desperate this time. Elijah softened when she hid against and behind Niklaus, not wanting to look at him.
“No” Klaus sighed, turning to stroke her hair. “She just needs a lot to keep her satisfied.” He pushed his fingers into her mouth, watching her tongue wrap around them. “But she’s good and loyal.” He murmured, watching her lower down onto her knees.
“Loyal to who? You or me?” Elijah scoffed and Klaus glared.
“Both of us, apparently.”
“So you don’t think if someone else offered themselves, she wouldn’t take it?” Elijah questioned and Klaus hummed, pulling her back onto his bed rather than the floor.
“I don’t think a human could satisfy her once, let alone a dozen times in a row.” He purred and she moaned.
“Oh for Christ’s sake- stop touching her for five minutes!” Elijah yelled and Y/N flinched, hiding once again behind Klaus. “What’ve you done to her?”
“I’ve given her a taste.” Klaus grinned, “it isn’t my fault that she enjoys it so much.”
Elijah blinked at him, unimpressed that he’d turned the quiet, shy girl he’d met into a sex addict.
But when he lay in bed awake that night, and remembered how eagerly she’d held out her wrists, he realised that perhaps she’d always been so desperate for it. Klaus just indulged those desires more than Elijah had time for back then.
So after a lot of thinking, he knocked on Klaus’s door, ready to join in again.
