"We're two thirds of the threesome we had last night and we're walking awkwardly out of the last person's apartment together."
A once one shot turned into a slightly longer fic, by popular demand. Drabbles will not be in chronological order, by the way, and you can request a specific one over on my tumblr ( captnklaroline). Threesome warnings, obviously, as you've read the title and mentions of Caroline/Klaus/Hayley, though it's more Caroline/Hayley but not every drabble will include mentions of a threesome.
(Title taken from one of my favourite poems ever.)
- Shauna! xo
She's magnificent, he muses.
The way her hips move sinfully against his and how her back arches, emphasising her breasts as they push further forward until they're less than an inch from his face and he can't help it, hips meeting hers enthusiastically as he groans, head reaching forward until his mouth can latch greedily onto one.
His eyes darken as she bounces harshly on his lap, her movements becoming more frenzied and his teeth graze her nipple, his other hand reaching down to thumb at her clit quickly when he feels her tighten around him.
He can feel the other girl's eyes on them.
(Hayley, was it?)
He doesn't really care.
She groans, a long, high pitched sound that he wants to hear again and again when he grabs onto her hips, meeting her with a particularly harsh thrust.
He repeats the movement again, a pleased smirk breaking out on his lips when he hears that moan come spilling from her lips once more.
"God," she moans, a low sound that causes her tongue to curl around the syllables and he answers with his own growl, a sound from low in his chest.
Her thighs are shaking around his and she's clenching around him and he's hissing through clenched teeth, dark eyes watching her because he doesn't want to miss this - doesn't want to miss a moment of her coming undone for him. Her hair is tickling his thighs as her head tilts backwards and her lips part, forming a perfect O before she's finally coming apart for him and it's- she's glorious.
And he wants to see it again.
His hands are bruising marks into her hips when he flips them over, hips pinning her down into the mattress.
She's still recovering and he circles his hips in a slow, shallow thrust that has her blinking up at him and another harsher one that has her gasping.
He smirks.
Her eyes are a dark blue as she bites her lip when he pulls out, ever so slowly, before he pushes back in and soon enough, she's meeting him thrust for thrust, her hips demanding against his as his own snap into hers.
His eyes roll into the back of his head when she clenches around him a second time, milking his own orgasm from him, his hips stilling as he comes and she goes slack against the mattress with a loud groan of, "Ohh".
His own finishing growl echoes in his ears as he collapses against her, body pressing hers into the bed.
She's panting harshly against his neck when he comes around, raising goosebumps he admits begrudgingly and he it takes him a few confusing moments to realise his hands are running down her back soothingly.
He smirks when his hand drops slightly lower and her breathing hitches in her throat.
That smirk only widens when he feels another pair of feminine hands join his on Caroline's body, slithering down her waist until they grip onto her hips.
They're far from over.
He's still smirking as Caroline comes too, eyes blinking lazily down at him and her hips shift accidentally and suddenly he's groaning again, dark eyes glaring up at her as she does it again - this time with more purpose and her friend's hands are reaching round in between them until they're groping the pair of full breasts that are in front of his face.
And, he's growing hard beneath her, especially with the way her hips shift against him, the slickness of her rubbing against his own arousal.
Even more so when her head is tilted to the side and her lips are interlocked with the brunette's and he growls as he watches her tongue snake out between her pink lips, his hands tightening around her hips.
She's soon kneeling, her back to him as she kisses the brunette, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth and this time, it's Klaus' breathing that hitches in his throat as he catches the pink slickness pooling between her thighs and really, it isn't really his fault when he pulls her back towards his chest until she's hovering over his mouth and his mouth latches onto her clit.
Yeah.
They're far from over.
-/-
He never has Hayley, not that he minds - his eyes are firmly focussed on the blonde's in front of him but the way the brunette's eyes follow Caroline, he's quite certain that the feeling is quite mutual.
Honestly, it's a blow to the ego if he's honest.
But the way Caroline arches under his tongue, the way her fingers latch firmly onto his hair as Hayley fondles her breasts, tongue swirling around her nipple as she palms the neglected one, well, he's not sure he minds.
And the way she clenches around his cock when she comes as the other girl kneels above her face, her tongue working furiously, he definitely doesn't.
(They're definitely far from over.)
-/-
They both stay the night.
Or sort of.
He remembers passing out, Caroline nestled in his chest, sated and exhausted and the other girl somewhere to Caroline's side.
(He's quite sure she was there, honestly, but when he wakes, Caroline is with him alone, her legs entangled with his.)
But really, who was he to complain?
(He didn't, merely tightened his arms around her and let himself drift back off.)
(A few more hours of sleep wouldn't go amiss.)
-/-
The next time he wakes, it's to banging and shuffling about.
He keeps his eyes closed, hand reaching blindly to his left for his bed partner and he frowns when he comes up empty and that's when he realises.
His eyes flash open just as the blonde turns her back to him, bending over to shuffle into her panties and he smirks at the image she paints as her feet shuffle into those black heels that highlight her mile long legs.
He shuffles upward, the sheet placed lazily over his lap as his arm stretches resting at the back of him.
"Leaving so soon?" he asks, voice hoarse from sleep.
He grins when she freezes, her eyes widening comically when she turns around.
"Um..."
"Without even a goodbye too," he continues unfazed as her lips part. "Consider me hurt."
His hand cradles to his chest, blue eyes widening with false innocence and she snorts.
"Yeah, I think you could take a blow to the ego, buddy," she mutters even as she dances around the room, clearly looking for her bra.
He smirks, holding his hand out.
"Looking for this?" he asks.
She huffs but stalks forward, hand reaching out and obviously intent on snatching it back from him.
"Not so fast, love," he coaxes, hands reaching forward for her hips as he turns his body, sheet forgotten until she can stand between his legs. His eyes flicker down to her throat as she gulps before they flicker back to hers. "Were you really planning on leaving so soon?"
She gulps again. "Yes."
His head tilts to the side.
"Pity," he sighs. "I was so looking forward to shower sex this morning."
And with that, he's standing, arms stretching and he smirks when he sees her eyes travel down before she shakes her head.
"Well," he drawls. "Don't let me stop you," he winks. "But I am set on a shower this fine morning. If you want to join me, however," he says slowly, tone purposely seductive, "I certainly wouldn't mind. There is that one spot on my back that I can never seem to reach."
And with that, he's off.
And he knows she's staring at his ass as he jogs down the hallway.
(He's barely in the shower for thirty seconds when he hears footsteps, followed by the ruffle of clothes and then his shower door is open and she's there again.)
"Well," he drawls.
She narrows her eyes.
"Don't talk," she tells him before her lips are pressing softly into his and he's groaning as her hand reaches between them, running across the length of him.
(She was different this one, though. Most definitely.)
(And he thinks he'd like to keep her around for a while.)
Especially when she drops to her knees, hand moving quickly over him as he blue eyes gleam up at him, a smirk on her beautiful face.
He raises an eyebrow when she releases him, a sarcastic reply on his lips.
"Well, sweetheart, you could at least ask me out for dinner first..."
(And he snort of wishes that the hope in his voice isn't enough for her to hear.)
(It is though, he knows that.)
(Knows that she'll pick up on it.)
(He just wants her.)
"Later," she tells him quickly, laying a quick kiss on his tip. "Just - later. When you've fucked me."
His eyes darken at that, hands reaching for her shoulders and she scrambles to her feet. He immediately pushes her against the wall of the shower.
"Of course, sweetheart," he murmurs as her legs encircle his waist and her lips come crashing down on his a moment later.
(Yeah.)
(He most definitely was going to keep her, whether she knew it or not yet.)