A/N: Hello, again ^_^
Abridged summaries:
1. Klaroline eye sex at a dance club.
2. Klaroline student/teacher smut.
Enjoy!
-Angie
Klaroline AU where Klaus is a DJ and Caroline is the hot blonde on the dance floor putting on a show for him. I want LOTS of eye sex. Like EXCESSIVE eye fucking that results in cum coming out of their tear ducts. BONUS POINTS if you somehow reference Jessoline and/or Carenzo becuz Sophie likes that kind of thing. NOT a request, a CHALLENGE ;)
He sees her often.
She's come to the club every Saturday for months now, sometimes with friends, sometimes with a man, sometimes alone. But every time, without fail, she's on the dance floor in some outfit that shows so much thigh it should be illegal, her eyes closed as her hips move to the beat.
The first night she catches his eye, he still isn't sure how purposeful the gaze locked on him was, but he sees it. She licks her lips quickly, though it isn't at all like the girls who look at him lasciviously, their plump glossed lips pouty and provocative, but instead like she's nervous, and he finds himself intrigued by her.
Her nervousness fades very quickly, and instead she now holds his gaze, not looking away, challenging him.
She eventually breaks eye contact with him and begins to dance again, and he finds his eyes glued to her long legs, supported by heels so high he doesn't know how she walks in them without tipping over.
The hemlines of her dresses slowly rise over the next few months, a trend that he welcomes whole-heartedly. Often, he lets his hands work on autopilot, so used to his soundboard now that it could be an extension of his arms, and he just watches her.
He starts remembering the songs she likes to dance to the most; the ones that make her hips move wildly, her breasts bounce, and her hair fly all around her, and makes sure he plays them every time she's there.
At least three times.
It's really her eyes, though, that pull him in. How they lock onto his without hesitation or doubt, as though she knows what she's doing to him, even though he's always careful to keep his face impassive.
He has no doubt, however, that he cannot conceal from his gaze how he burns for her.
Hers flick often over his body, as though cataloguing every inch of him in her mind, and he does the same to her.
Often he likes to think about why she bothers to remember him; why he bothers to remember her. He likes to think that she lets her hand trail down her body at night after coming home, slick with sweat from dancing for him, yet excited beyond belief, and slips her clothes off wishing for his hands to replace hers as she touches herself with his face in her mind.
He likes to imagine her writhing under him. He pictures her naked body often while he looks at her, undressing her with his eyes.
And his cock twitches in his pants every time she does the same to him, her gaze hot on his skin.
The first time she brings a man to the club with her, he feels irrationally angry. He watches her grind her arse against the hips of the man holding her waist, practically fucking him with her clothes on.
He works in the club often (he owns half of it), and he is no stranger to this behavior. In fact, if you had asked him before he caught the first sight of his blonde—when had she become his blonde?—with her body pressed against another he would have said he was practically desensitized to it.
And yet, she often stares at him as she leans against the other man, her lips slightly parted, eyes dark, chest heaving, as though in silent invitation. As though she's wishing that it's him hard against the cleft of her arse with his hands on her hips, her thighs, his hot breath in her ear, moving with her to the beat.
The first one, he learns over the course of three Saturdays, seems to know her intimately. Klaus catches his words once, yelled in an accent all-too-similar to his own. He calls her "Gorgeous."
Klaus calls him "That-man-who-practically-fucks-her-in-public."
But only in his head.
He mysteriously disappears a few weeks later, but she doesn't seem upset. She still sways to the beat, still stares at him, still makes him throb uncomfortably against the zipper of of his jeans behind the booth, makes him thankful that the damn thing has a solid front and no one can see what she does to him.
Thankful that she can't see what she does to him.
The next one is all muscled dark skin and glinting teeth, his smile seems to be infectious to her, and Klaus can't help the tug of jealousy that stirs within him.
He, too, disappears within a few weeks.
And she still dances with her eyes locked on his, sometimes blinking up through her lashes, other times scanning over him.
He catches her rubbing her thighs together once and smirks at her.
She parts her lips slightly, and he somehow hears her breathy moan in his mind, though it would be impossible for it to carry across the dance floor.
Tonight she's here with her curly haired friend, who downs shots of vodka like she weighs twice as much than her tiny figure shows. His girl is dragged to the bar this time, and though she bites her lip uncertainly, she downs a shot, refusing anymore after that.
He hears the voice of her friend from a few yards away.
"C'mon Care. Just one more."
Care. It must be short for something, but at least he has a name to go on.
"No. I don't need to be drunk for this."
Drunk for what? he wonders.
She dances again, the way she does every time, her white shorts sinfully framing her ass, her breasts threatening to escape from her strapless top with every movement, her eyes forever locked on his. He holds her gaze. He realizes that she is slowly moving closer to him, her steps predatory and graceful.
He wonders how graceful she is when she's pushed onto a bed and fucked over satin sheets, how her breasts would move in the air when he rips that top off of her body, how those shorts would look torn on his bedroom floor.
She stands in front of him, her eyes hypnotizing, her skin slick with sweat from the performance she's just given.
For him.
He feels himself growing harder for her, and wonders what it would take to bring her home with him.
She holds out a delicate hand. "Klaus," she greets, and he frowns briefly before realizing that he has his name on the lanyard he wears around his neck to identify him as a club owner.
He shakes her hand, marveling at the softness of it. She moves closer to him, and he grins, pulling her to him roughly, so that she shrieks in surprise as she lands against the hard planes of his body, her soft curves pleasantly pressed to him.
He knows she can feel him hard against her thigh, if only because she shifts slightly, almost daring him to buck against her.
He has no plans for that.
His hands land on her arse and he squeezes, leaning towards her so that his breath lands on her mouth, her eyes still locked on hers.
"Quite a show you've been putting on for me, love."
"I can feel how much you enjoyed it," she says, the sweetness of her voice contrasting with the smirk on her face.
"And did you?"
"Did I what?" she asked, her eyes wide and artificially innocent and fucking hypnotizing.
"Did you enjoy it?"
"I suppose."
"You suppose?"
They are silent, their eyes locked together.
"Do you know what I think, love?"
"What?" she asks, her eyes darkened with lust.
"I think that you did enjoy it. I would bet that if I tore your shorts off right now in this room, you'd be soaking wet for me."
She bites her lip, a breathy pant making its way through her lips as he sticks the tips of his fingers under the bottom hems of her shorts, stroking the back of her thighs lightly.
"Shall I take you home with me?" he asks.
She shifts slightly, and he knows that she's grinding her thigh against his cock as she moves on purpose, making him buck against her.
"Yes," she breathes out, her lips centimeters away from his.
Hey I was just wondering, that's if you're taking drabble requests, if you could write one in which Klaus is Caroline's teacher and she tries to seduce him, which ends up working (smut maybe?) Thanks! No pressure though. I know you already have a lot to do.
Caroline smoothed her skirt down over her thighs and knocked on the office door, opening it when she was bid to enter and stepping inside, closing the door softly behind her.
"Hi, Mr. Mikaelson, I was wondering if I could talk to you."
"Of course, Caroline, any time. Take a seat," he said, gesturing to the chair in front of the desk.
She shifted uncomfortably. "So, I was wondering if I could talk to you about the essay we got back today."
"The one you got a B+ on?" he asked, his lips twitching.
She nodded. "Yeah. I was wondering what I could have done to get a better grade."
"Caroline, you know that I don't just give out As. We talked about this as a class early on in the year."
"But I got an A on my first essay this semester."
"Yes, because it was very well done. You challenged yourself by picking a difficult topic, and you had a distinct writing style. This paper, though good, wasn't as good."
"What can I do to get a better grade?"
He smiled slightly. "Caroline, if you work as hard as you have so far, you can easily get an A- at the end of the semester, which is, as you know, just about the best grade that you can get in my class."
"But I don't want an A-. I want an A."
His lips twitched. "Well, we can't always have what we want, love."
She bit her lip for a moment before taking a deep breath. "What about extra credit?"
His eyes darkened for a moment before clearing as he seemed to shake himself. "If you write a proposal for a paper, we can talk about it, but–"
"Not that kind of extra credit," she said impatiently, walking slowly around his desk to stand in front of him.
"Caroline…"
She was straddling him with her lips on his before he could finish his sentence. His hands immediately cupped her ass under her skirt, his finger quickly dipping under the string to her thong while his thumbs rubbed over the sides of her thighs making her moan, and she could feel him growing hard beneath her.
She ground herself against him, her pussy already wet with arousal, and he groaned as she rolled her hips against his cock. She pulled away, her breath ghosting on his lips, her palm reaching down to rub him through his slacks. He bucked into her hand, his eyes locked to hers. "Please?" she asked, her voice a soft pant.
He froze, his eyes narrowed, apparently judging her sincerity, before he spoke. "If you walk away now, we can forget this ever happened. Otherwise, lock the door and come back."
She slid off of his lap and quickly turned the office door lock before coming back to him.
She saw a smirk stretch across his face, a look she'd never seen on him, but was undeniably hot. "Come here," he ordered, his voice suddenly sharp and unforgiving, the way he spoke to students that texted in class.
She walked to him, his voice sending a jolt of arousal straight to her center.
"Thong off. Everything else stays on."
She did as she was told, bending over to slide off the thin lace fabric, her low heels clicking on the linoleum as she stepped out of it.
He patted his lap lightly and she obligingly straddled him again. He pulled her against him, and she could feel his hard cock pressing against her now-bare core. He leaned over and bit her ear, causing her to gasp softly, shivering in his arms.
He trailed a finger between her folds. "So wet for me already, naughty girl," he said, pushing a finger into her, making her moan and roll her hips against his hand.
"Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers?"
She moaned slightly at such filthy words being breathed into her ear by her teacher, and her pussy clenched.
"Yes," she panted.
His fingers abruptly stopped moving, and he raised an eyebrow. "Yes, what?"
"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson," she corrected herself immediately.
"What was that?"
"Yes, please, fuck me with your fingers, Mr. Mikaelson."
His fingers moved faster within her and she moaned as they curled at just the right angle to make her writhe on his lap, panting and moaning. She could feel herself approaching the edge, when he withdrew his fingers completely, making her whine softly from the loss. "Naughty girls don't get rewards, Caroline. They get on their knees."
At his significant look, she slid off of his lap to kneel between his legs, her face inches from the bulge in his slacks.
"You're going to be a good girl, and follow directions, right?"
She nodded, feeling her face flush.
"Hands and knees stay on the floor. You're going to be a good little cocksucker and let me fuck you in the mouth. Do you understand?"
She moaned quietly, rubbing her legs together to try and soothe the ache between her thighs. She shouldn't feel so turned on by this. She knew that she'd been in over her head as soon as she locked his door. She felt dirty and used and taken advantage of.
And it felt good.
"Do you understand?" he asked again, pulling his slacks and boxers down slightly to free his large, thick cock, precum already dripping from the tip.
"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson."
"Good girl. Open your mouth." She obediently did so, letting him rub his precum against her lips before he buried his fingers in her hair and pulled her mouth down his shaft, the tip of him hitting the back of her throat.
"Such a naughty girl, aren't you, Caroline? Willing to do whatever it takes for your grade, even if it's being on all fours with my cock in your mouth. I have high standards, you know. Who knows how many times I'll have to come down your throat to be satisfied with your performance."
He tugged her curls lightly, his eyes on hers as her face bobbed up and down as she sucked his cock.
"Such a good girl to the rest of the world, aren't you love? Top student and running all the school clubs… Perhaps I should let you be as naughty on the outside as you are on the inside, hmm?"
She moaned around his cock, her center throbbing with every word that dripped from his mouth.
"Get up," he ordered suddenly, tugging her head away from his cock. She clambered to her feet, smoothing her skirt over her legs.
"Turn around and spread your legs for me. I want to see how wet you are from sucking my cock."
She bent over, her ass in the air and her legs spread. She moaned wantonly as he immediately flipped her skirt up over her hips and buried two fingers in her pussy, pumping them a few times before withdrawing, and delivering a sharp slap to her ass.
She squeaked, flinching slightly, and felt his hardness press up against her inner thigh as he stood behind her, kneading her ass in his hands.
"Perhaps I should flip you over and come on your breasts and make you walk home with the evidence of your willingness to spread your legs for a letter grade dripping down your front."
She gasped slightly, her cheeks reddening again at the feeling of arousal welling up within her at his words.
"What, love? You don't like that idea?" he asked, and she could hear the wicked grin on his face from his tone.
She stayed silent.
"I'll give you the answer to that one, love. It's 'If it pleases you, Mr. Mikaelson.'"
"If it pleases you, Mr. Mikaelson," she repeated dutifully.
"Naughty girl, willing to do whatever it takes."
She resisted the urge to point out that she didn't really make a habit of doing anything halfway, knowing that he'd take that as an invitation.
He rubbed his cock against her sensitive folds, and she gasped slightly at the sensation.
"Do you want this?" he asked, and she could hear the underlying seriousness of his question.
"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson," she said, half-breathless.
And she truly did.
He fucked her hard and fast, letting her grip the edge of his table for balance, and he slapped her ass firmly when she moaned too loudly, telling her to be quiet unless she wanted the entire school to hear her screaming his name.
He came on the flesh of her ass and flipped her skirt back down, gesturing for her to take her thong, which was still lying on the floor.
"Mr. Mikaelson, I–"
"Naughty girls don't get to come," he said quietly, anticipating her question. "But be a good girl and come back tomorrow. Same time."
"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson."
She walked to the door, her legs already slightly sore from how far she'd spread them, when she paused, her hand on the doorknob. "Do I get an A, then?"
"I'm a man of my word, Caroline. If you wish, I will also write you a completely-safe-for-work college recommendation letter," he said, and she could hear the slight teasing tone in his voice.
She didn't answer, and she heard a light chuckle behind her, making her turn to frown at him.
"Just so you know," he added quietly, "You're an excellent student, Miss Forbes. Everything I say in the letter would be true, I assure you."
She nodded. "Okay. Thanks."
He nodded back, before turning back to his laptop. "Close the door behind you, please."
She blushed, already looking forward to the next day.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed them ;) Let me know how I did with reviews ;)
Hugs!
-Angie
