To Make Him Happy
(smut, fluff and angst!)
Summary: Y/N is different to the rest of Klaus’s hybrids. Whilst the others are obedient, Y/N is eager. The others do as they’re told but Y/N attempts to go above and beyond to make her sire happy. But happiness is a fickle thing and Klaus is a complicated being.
Klaus’s hybrids had been obedient as expected, to an extent. He knew they’d do as he said, but none of them acted with enthusiasm. Except for one.
Klaus had sensed her presence around him frequently. He’d lean back in his seat, take a glance over his shoulder to where she was peeking round the corner. A lazy smile would tug at his face when she hid back into the next room.
She hadn’t stood out to him before, he could hardly remember turning her but she’d become more and more memorable as time went by. Klaus had found that she’d do things without being asked, she just knew what he wanted. What would make him happy.
“Y/N?” He called after seeing a glimpse of her hiding behind the door. Klaus hadn’t directly addressed her yet, her excitement was obvious as she came into the room with a bright pink face and eyes on the ground. “Come here.”
Klaus let her sit beside him, his hand coming down to rest on her thigh. Y/N beamed back at him, overjoyed just at his attention. “Did you like your breakfast?” She asked, tilting her head inquisitively. Klaus hummed with a nod and stroked her hair gently.
“You’re very attentive.” He concluded and she nodded back. Klaus watched as she nuzzled into his hand, the wolf in her ever present as she preened under his praise.
Getting her onto his lap was almost too easy, her face into his neck whilst he rest his arms around her and sketcher into one of his books. Y/N stayed still, the sire bond allowing her to literally smell his satisfaction. She could smell everything about him, and it was the increased scent of his arousal that prompted her to reach down to rub his pants.
Klaus felt his body flinch in slight surprise at the feel of her warm hand against his crotch. “Love-“ he mumbled, a faint laugh on his lips before a moan escaped his mouth. At the sound, Y/N pulled the button open and the zipper down of his jeans. “Bloody hell…” he muttered, though he made no effort to stop or even slow her progress.
The sketchpad slipped to the floor and his pencil fell from his grip when her fingers wrapped around his cock. Her movements were clumsy and uncertain but he didn’t mind. Klaus just corrected her, helping to guide her hand until she found the right grip and rhythm.
He couldn’t help the way his hips lifted, thrusting into her fist. The idea of her mouth on him made him groan, his eyes dropping to her lips with want. Klaus couldn’t help but chuckle when she eagerly kissed him, automatically assuming that was what he wanted.
He let his eyes fall shut whilst he kissed her, exploring her mouth with no resistance whilst she stroked him with growing energy. Turned out he didn’t need her mouth on his cock to come undone. Y/N was happier than he was when he came, her mouth left his and she smiled brightly; impossibly proud of herself.
“You’re an angel, aren’t you little wolf?” Klaus grinned, stroking her cheek appreciatively.
“I can do it again-“ she quickly went track to grab him but he chuckled and caught her wrist.
“That’s not necessary.” His head shook and stroked her hand, his thumb rubbing slow circles whilst he admired her for a moment. Just looking her over, drinking in the features of her face. He hadn’t intended to use any of his hybrids this way, he wanted an army. Yet, looking at Y/N, not a bone in his body wanted to tell her to go keep working with the other hybrids.
Without another word, he pressed his lips back against hers. Y/N welcomed the action, pushing up against him to feel his chest against hers. Klaus groaned softly into her mouth, his tongue brushing hers as his hands pulled her hips up, setting her down on his lap. A warmth of content filled Y/N as she felt him dominate her mouth, the slow wet sounds making her heart soar. But the second she felt him harden again, a switch seemed to flick in her mind, something telling her that he wasn’t happy yet. So once again she pulled her mouth away and reached down for his length.
Klaus let out a pant, a slight frown at his brows as he tried to kiss her once more. Instead, her head just lowered. His need was satiated quickly, his hands scooping her hair up into a tight grip whilst he thrust up into her mouth. Each time he felt his head smack the back of her throat, a delightful gag would emerge from her mouth, more saliva dripped down his cock and the closer he got to coming again.
Once he’d finished, she remained in her position now on the floor. On her knees between his legs, her head now against his knee whilst he slumped in his seat, making no attempt to regain his composure.
Klaus only moved when he heard the footsteps on the other hybrids approaching the mansion. Quietly, he pulled his boxers and jeans back up and leant down to pull Y/N up to her feet. She looked back at him with eyes full of need. But he knew her needs were different to his.
A kiss was pressed to the top of her head, and then her lips. Klaus let out a soft breath when she hugged him tight, pushing her face into his chest and breathing him in.
“Good…” he murmured, his eyes fluttering at how warm she felt. “Good girl.” He held Y/N too, letting her stay there for a solid minute before untangling himself from her. “Why don’t you go and find yourself something to do?” He ushered her along, staring at the doorway for a moment once she’d left in a silent question as to what just happened.
Though his other hybrids were appreciative of him giving them the ability to turn when they want, he could still sense the resentment to an extent. Klaus knew they would never truly love him, they would never actually be his family.
Y/N seemed to be the only one who actually cared for him.
She came into his room each evening, climbing into his bed and snuggling into his side. He could feel her eyes following each stroke of his pencil, a smile pulling at her mouth when she realised it was her that he was drawing. Y/N’s face would blush red and she’d curl up closer to him.
Often he’d find himself just lying with her, stroking her hair and back whilst he paid vague attention to whatever was on the tv. But if his body became even the slightest bit aroused, she became instantly determined to make sure he was happy; satisfied.
Klaus knew she wasn’t experienced, it was clear from the first time she’d taken him in her hand, unsure and sloppy. He would watch her mind tick, her mind and the sire bond struggling against each other.
“Don’t worry about that.” He whispered when she slowly, reluctantly, began to pull her panties off. Klaus helped them back up her thighs, a pang of guilt hitting him at the way her hands shook. The nauseous look of her face when he looked to her.
“I’m sorry” she whimpered and Klaus kissed her cheek softly. His arms held her close and his brows pulled together with distress.
His feelings for Y/N had developed quickly, yet he wasn’t sure if any of it was real at all. Just the thought of leaving him unattended, unhappy, made her body hurt. Her stomach would churn, her body threatening to throw up but being a hybrid made it impossible for her to actually be sick or ill. Klaus tucked her into bed, holding her hands and kissing her head whilst promising that she made him happy, that she didn’t need to do anything else. But his words didn’t match what his body was saying.
In the morning he would reach to hold her closer, only to find her missing. A sigh would leave his mouth as he sat up, soon enough she’d emerge with fresh blood in a glass and a cooked breakfast on a tray. She’d brought him breakfast once, seen how happy it had made him, and now did it every day. Klaus just wanted her to stay in bed, to do what she wanted to do, not what she thought he might want. But he knew how upset Y/N would get when she got confused over what would make him happy.
So they sat together in bed, and Klaus shared his food with her. The glass was emptied and he would pull her into his lap, bite into his own wrist and watch adoringly as she fed from him.
The other hybrids began to turn on Klaus, and so also shunned Y/N meaning that Klaus was all she had. It seemed to double her attention on him which to begin with, Klaus didn’t mind, but after a little while he was frustrated with her relentless need to make him happy. Because he knew, she wasn’t thinking about herself at all.
“Love, it’s your turn.” He murmured, pulling her legs over his shoulders as she squirmed. “But it’s meant to be about you-“
“Well, it would make me happy if I got to make you happy.” He countered and Y/N seemed to go blank for a moment before slowly giving into him.
“Okay…” she whispered.
“Good, now lay back and tell me if you don’t like it.” He grinned, kissing the side of her knee before making his way down to her centre. Just soft small licks to start off with, his eyes darting up to check she was alright, that she wanted this. Klaus had managed to recognise a certain glint in her eyes when she was being controlled by the sire bond, compared to the rawness in her eyes when it was just her.
Soon his mouth was attached to her pussy, eating her out ravenously. His tongue plunged whilst his hands stroked her thighs up to her stomach soothingly. The feel of her body trembling just slightly, her hands easily falling to grab his hair. Klaus groaned into her when her hips rutted. One hand moved down to push two fingers into her tight heat so his tongue could tease her clit. He moaned lazily when he felt her leak around his fingers, the sound graphically wet as he pushed them in and out.
Finally feeling and seeing her pleasure pleased him more than anything she could’ve done. She had only blushed when he told her so.
“But…” she tried yet Klaus only chuckled and shushed her.
Soon enough Elijah was woken, by Damon. His immediate attack on Niklaus had ended in an unexpected mauling of the suited original. Klaus grabbed at Y/N in any way he could, trying to drag her off his brother.
“Y/N!” He yelled but she couldn’t help it, she’d seen Elijah attack her sire. Everything was just instinct. Y/N only stopped when she accidentally bit Klaus’s hand. The taste of his blood was familiar and the hiss that left him made her halt. Klaus quickly got a hold of her, sat on the floor with her pinned to him. Elijah was healing at a snails pace due to the amount of werewolf venom pulsing through him.
“I’m sorry.” She whimpered, holding his hand like it were precious.
“It’s alright…” he mumbled, looking at Elijah almost pitifully. Y/N continued to apologise, hugging him tight and promising him all sorts of ways she could make it up to him. Eventually he got her upstairs, convinced her to wait just a moment. A moment long enough for him to heal his brother and grab some blood for him.
“I didn’t realise it was your brother.” She whispered through the dark of the night. Klaus tightened his hold on her, half asleep as she sat up. “He doesn’t look like you, if I thought he was your brother I promise I wouldn’t have-“
“I know, love. I know.” He mumbled with a yawn. “Lay back down.” And she complied instantly, her face now inches from his on the pillow.
“Is he mad?” She whispered and Klaus groaned quietly.
“No.”
“Are you mad?”
“No, never mad at you.” He offered a small smile but Y/N wasn’t convinced. She could feel that uncomfortable feeling in her stomach again. Felt like she could smell his annoyance.
Y/N continued to stare at him, watching his eyelids twitch indicating he was still at least partially awake. She gnawed at her own fingernails; a nervous habit. “I should apologise to him.”
“In the morning.”
“But-“
“Y/N, sweetheart.” His voice was tired but firm, eye now fully open and a huff leaving his chest. “It’s very late. Elijah is asleep, I’m half asleep. You need to go to sleep.” He snapped at her and Y/N felt that familiar internal battle between her personal mind and her sired side.
Klaus sighed only at himself when he watched her eyes grow wetter, the iris’s flickering gold as she hesitantly rolled over to face the wall. Quietly, he wrapped his arm over her body and pulled her back to his chest. A kiss was pressed to her shoulder and his body cupped hers perfectly.
When he woke again, she was gone. He pinched the top of his nose in frustration when he smelt bacon.
“Y/N!” He yelled, his voice rough from sleep. “Y/N!” He repeated, this time she appeared in front of him in a flash.
“What’s wrong?” She asked, confused and scared.
“Stop making breakfast, get back in here.” He reached out, tugging her back to bed by the wrist.
“But-“ she’d learned not to say ‘but’ anymore and so cut herself off instead. “Okay.”
Klaus pulled her body under his, nuzzling her neck and collarbones gently. He tugged the shirt up her torso, pushing the fabric up over her breasts so he could nip at them. A little whisper left her, encouraging his mouth to tug at her nipple.
At the sound of a throat clearing, Klaus sat abruptly, the blanket flung over Y/N dramatically.
“The entire house is full of smoke.” Elijah stood, grumpily at the doorway. “A pancake was almost in flames.”
“So turn it off.” Klaus huffed.
“I have.”
“Then what’s the problem?” Klaus bit and Elijah scoffed, turned on his heel and slammed the door shut behind him.
Klaus turned back tugged the blankets down to see Y/N again, a smirk tugging at his face when she stared back at him.
“Do you think he saw?” She asked, face red and hot.
“No, Elijah knows better than to look at my bed.” He teased and gently kneaded her tit.
Later that evening, the Salvatores were over for dinner. Y/N was told not to leave the room, that Klaus would be very angry and very disappointed if she came out of the bedroom. So she sat, anxiously and quietly whilst listening as each of Klaus’s siblings attacked him with both words and violence. Her wolf whine faintly in her chest when his mother could be heard.
Klaus came to bed halfway into the night, completely exhausted. His shoulders dropped as he opened the door before his composure came back when he saw her, his expression hardening like he wasn’t expecting her to be there. Y/N hesitated at the look on his face.
She’d held herself back for hours, forcing herself not to protect him and yet he didn’t care to praise her. Didn’t say anything at all.
Y/N watched him change and lay back down in bed. She shifted in her feet, not sure if he wanted her to lay with him or not. When he still said nothing and didn’t gesture or reach for her, Y/N decided not to bother him.
When Klaus woke and stretched his arm out to feel for his love. On instinct, when he felt the empty space he let out a growl of frustration and sat up, ready to yell her to come back upstairs, but when he swung his legs round to step on the floor, his foot pressed down on something warm making him stop the pressure immediately.
Klaus’s eyes widened when he saw her still fast asleep on the floor, his floor. He thought back, remembering how stressed and exhausted he’d been last night after the events of the dinner party and the aftermath of his murdering. Klaus hadn’t wanted to argue with Y/N, he didn’t want to reassure her or talk to anyone for that matter. But he definitely hadn’t wanted her to sleep on the floor, like some pet animal.
“Love…” he breathed, sliding his hands under her and lifting her onto the bed, watching as she shivered and quickly found the covers. Klaus kept her wrapped up and warm, stroking her through the blanket as he sat on the edge of his bed.
Klaus became frequently frustrated, increasingly snappy. Y/N tried her best to make him happy, even if it meant leaving to give him space.
Almost a whole month she was gone. Eventually, Klaus went to bring her back. Poor thing was wasting away. Klaus fed her his blood and set her back up in his room. The other hybrids were gone; killed.
Soon enough Klaus had to take a trip to New Orleans and Y/N wasn’t allowed to know why.
Klaus head dreaded her coming, he imagined anger and tears when he told her that he’d gotten another woman, another wolf, pregnant in her absence.
Y/N had just shifted a little, obviously uncomfortable and unsure but not overly upset or rageful. Klaus knew in an instant that she wasn’t mad at him, or Hayley, she was only disappointed in herself for not making him happy enough. Disappointed that he’d had to turn to another to satisfy him, that her body hadn’t been good enough to fall pregnant with his child.
Klaus swallowed thickly as her watched the world wind behind her eyes.
“It…it’s not your fault.” He whispered, a wave of shame washing over him. “I sent you away.”
“You sent me for a reason.” She stroked her clothes down almost professionally before standing. “I’ll, set up a nursery.”
“Y/N, you’re not a maid.” He sighed, reaching for her hand and although she wanted to pull away, she couldn’t make herself. “And we won’t be living here for long, I’ll have us somewhere much nicer soon.”
“Right…” she mumbled and glanced to the door, she could feel Hayley and Elijah outside. They were probably listening to how she reacted; expecting a meltdown. Safe to say, they were mildly disappointed by the lack yelling or storming out. Instead, Klaus stepped out and held the door for Y/N, watching her wonder into one of the spare rooms despite knowing which one Klaus’s was. For a moment, Klaus was going to ask her to come to his room but he knew she didn’t want to and if he asked, he’d be forcing her to comply.
“She’s staying?” Hayley questioned, almost amused.
“The sire bond makes her suffer more if they’re apart.” Elijah muttered. “Besides, I believe she does love him, despite the bond.”
Klaus brushed past, pretending not to hear him as he closed his own bedroom door. In the night he woke, an uneasy feeling tugging at him. Quietly, he opened his door and wondered out, listening closely throughout the house. He followed the faint sound of Y/N’s heartbeat, recognising the pattern in a second. He followed it down the stairs and then down again to the basement. A lump formed in his throat as he rounded the corner.
Without a word he picked her up, ignoring her cry of pain. “You don’t do that.” He whispered his eyes wet with his own tears. The flowerbeds of vervain on the floor was now flattened, the imprint of her body still there. Her skin red raw and still burning despite the lack of contact. Klaus carried her up to his room and ran the tap of his bathtub.
He couldn’t find it in him to scold her, he knew she’d only be more distressed. It was obvious now that she’d taken everything much worse than she’d displayed.
The water soothed her healing skin and he settled down into the water behind her to help wash any physical pain away.
“You should know I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” He murmured. He didn’t like to use his sire bond to make her do or not do things but in this case, he felt it was necessary. When she said nothing he repeated himself, “don’t you know that?”
“But you hurt me.” She whispered, the little furrow of her brow showing her confusion.
“Didn’t mean to.” Klaus leaned down, resting his forehead against her shoulder and kissed the skin gently. “Never think that your pain would make me happy.” He squeezed her quietly as he spoke, “Please never think that.”
But once again, his actions had not aligned with his words. Once again, Y/N was scrambling to make him happy.
